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luvvchiitose · 1 year

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『𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙘𝙨!』 ᴾᵃʳᵗ ᵒⁿᵉ

➫ pairing: Rantarou inadera, Kirimaru settsuno, Shouzaemon kuroki, Isuke ninokurura (🌻)

[A/n: i didn't include shinbe because idk what to write about him (and since he canonly already have lover) i do some research that before taisho era there is not such thing as dating, if they love someone they just marry them or their parents set up a arrange marriage for their child but who care this just a headcanon and my delusions so don't take it seriously]

𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐈𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐚

✦ really nervous at first, he has no experience about this dating stuff

✦ will never realized that he's have feeling for you, kirimaru need to tell him first otherwise he will forever won't notice it.

"So when"

"When what kirimaru"

"When you're gonna confesses your love to y/n - chan?"

"What?? I don't have feeling for them-"

"......"

"Oh shi-"

✦ so we all know he gonna confess first

✦ try his best to be a great partner

✦ flower and your portrait are the gift that he give for you.

✦ the trio love to hangout with you but sometime rantaro would love it if only you and him.

✦ love to draw your potrait, as we can say you're are his inspiration~

✦ flower field is his special dating place with you

✦ he open about holding hands and hugging at public/academy, he doesn't afraid to show you affection infront of everyone ( yeah sometimes his classmates would piss off )

✦ his love language is quality time because he love to spend time with you

✦ big spoon :)

✦ he can cook but his stupid ass gonna ruin the food, but he will glad to help you cooking

✦really ambitious about having family with you.

𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐮 𝐒𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐨

✦ you're probably becoming his assistant in business

✦ you probably the one who confess first

✦his love language is act of service.

✦ you must give him full of affection since he was orphan, probably he didn't have people that really caring for him.

✦ like to tease you sometime but he stop if you get uncomfortable

✦ will easily flustered if you tease him back

✦ you got childish bf lmao

✦ not a typical person who like craving attention but he totally show off about having you as his partner

✦ get jealous when you're talk with other person other than him, like really jelly

✦ if you're short than him, well get prepared cause he will petting your head every single time

✦ his love language are act of service

✦ can cook

✦ this man totally not treat you any different before you both started dating

✦ if you also have financial problem he probably will take responsibility of you and will help you in anyway he can

✦ and if you rich and want to give him

'some' money he will gladly accept him but will feel guilty after ( you can be his sugar munmy huehuehue/j )

✦ when you guys going to date or anything doi sensei probably will become the third wheel

𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐳𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢

✦ love make a conversation with you

✦ overprotective

✦ 100% material boyfriend

✦ his love language is quality time

✦ always treat you with dessert or tea

✦ doesn't show much of jealousy but you can know that he doesn't like when you always hanging out with someone else >:(

✦ big spoon, dominant, top...

✦ he love to holding hand with you when you both alone. And he doesn't like show his affection when his classmates are around

✦ he's are so romantic frfr

✦ he's love to ask you about your day, sometimes it feel like he know more about you than you knew about him.

✦ he just love to see you talk, they way you smile around him and love hearing your voice... This man seem obsessed lol

✦ always praising you whenever you did a good thing

" Haa... Really? What a good girl <3 "

✦ you will always get flustered around this man, he's really good with his word and really know how to treat women

✦ sometimes you guys will goofing around together because you both doesn't have anything better to do </3

✦ always understand you and try to help whenever you got a problem or anything

✦ like to think about the future with you, maybe when you both get married and start living together you can start a family with him, but due to the possibility that shouzaemon will become a ninja it is very dangerous for you, unless you become a ninja just like him >:)

✦ he love to hug you from behind and put his head on your shoulder. Also, if he just finished work and feels very tired, it would be even better if you were willing to massage his shoulders

✦ you probably get the best boyfriend here in my opinion

𝐈𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐫𝐚

✦ He look nervous when he wants to confess

✦ But try his best

✦ Maybe he couldn't hide his blushed face

✦ He give a new dress ( like kimono/yukata )Because his parent job where dye clothes so i think he would brought a new dress and dye to s/o favourite colour

✦ he's tired man, probably because of his classmates or the chore that he do. Whenever he done with work he will rest on your shoulder or lap while you talking, hearing you talk really make him calm

✦ Taking care of you like your health to make sure you're always healthy and take a good meal

✦ He strict but kind

✦ He would make sure you wake up early before afternoon because he cares 😞

✦ saburouji always tease him whenever you show up, you don't mind it tho

Saburouji: "Isuke - kun look your future wife--"

*isuke smack down saburouji*

Isuke: " let's go y/n "

✦ he always adore you all the time, sometimes he's will play your hair whenever he bored

✦ he actually want to keep your guys relationship secret because he's afraid that people will tease you so much that you became uncomfortable, but you're a girlboss so just beat their ass😍

✦ he love to help whenever you stuck with homework, y'know he love actually when he teach you something because he feel like he needed

✦ put orange on your head when you accidentally fall in sleep after study

✦ shouzaemon are third wheel, don't mind him tho

✦ cleaning your room if it's was messy, so you probably will clean it first before he came ( i mean- you don't want he to look for your stuff right😃)

✦ he's respect your privacy ofc but who can resist when they came in to the room of their lover right?? Is more suspicious when you always try to stop him from entering your room, if there sometime your hiding from him he's will more curious. This also happen before you guys became a lover

✦ you also help him cleaning other people room, he didn't ask for help because he doesn't want to bother you

✦ Big spoon and sometimes small spoon

#ninjutsu gakuen #nintama rantarou #nintama #rkrn #rakudai ninja rantarou #nintama x reader #nintama rantarou x reader #ninja boy rantaro #ninja boy rantaro x reader #rkrn x reader #rakudai ninja rantarou x reader #rantarou inadera #kirimaru #shouzaemon #isuke #danzou #alternate age #alternate universe

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husbandohunter · 3 years

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Stardew Impact [Genshin+Stardew Valley/xReader]

Part 1/3 Kaeya, Diluc

Synopsis: “A mysterious phenomenon brought you and your s/o to an unfamiliar world: Pelican Town! Without the power of Visions, the two of you begin to learn the life of what it takes to be...a farmer?”

(DOMESTIC FARM LIFE YIP YIP)

Coming soon...

Albedo and Childe

Zhongli and Xiao

(A/N): So the brainrot was real in this one. I planned to add Albedo for a Mondstadt edition but kinda went overboard so I gotta split this one into parts too. Wordcount_almost 2k spspspsp

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Diluc

• Already has the whole year planned in his head. Literally if Diluc were to play this game, he'd have a booming farm within year ONE. Calm and collected through and through, though the new environment raises alot of questions, as long as you were still with him, Diluc ain't complaining

• The town welcomes you two with open arms. It was all thanks to the attire. Diluc wore his usual dark coat adorned with regal gold while you had a dress made of Liyue's finest silk, one that he bought for you. Needless to stay both of you reeked the aura of rich aristocrats (Mayor Lewis is pleased that greedy bastard)

• Once the farm was permitted to your owndership, Diluc began to think of ways to turn it into a vineyard. He was a businessman afterall. Although the staff back at the Dawn Winery were the ones who tended the field, Diluc still knew a few things about planting due to his childhood days Master Crepus would bring him out to their yard and demonstrated the process of gardening. He still remembers those days clearly, doing the very same this moment with you.

• Occasionally works at the Saloon bar. It was the perfect opportunity. As you took care of the farm side, Diluc continues to look for more ways to increase the income while gathering information from the folks around town. Gus LOVES to have him over, like he's just so efficient and reliable! They soon become good friends saying if Diluc were ever to own a wine stock, he would gladly buy from him.

• This is why Diluc would stay a little later due to just chatting with the people from the bar. One time you walked into the Saloon only to the front desk with Emily alone. Turns out the others were in the other room, too busy playing a game of pool. You decided to leave him be since it was rare to have Diluc so relaxed in leisure activities. Thus in the end, you spent your time chatting with Emily until a whole hour has passed before your lover notices and apologizes for losing track of time.

• Everything felt like a dream because it was his dream. To live a life undisturbed from chaos, his duties and the dangers that lurk in Teyvat, Diluc grew fond of the domesticity. There was nothing he loved more than to spend his hours by your side, day after day, returning home to your freshly handmade meals.

• Spring: Already up and early planting the parnersnips (I'm very soft for gardener Diluc you see). What do you expect from a workaholic? Even during his leisure time you would often find him near some plant as he does consider this hobby quite therapeutic. But when it rains, Diluc would be standing beside you with an arm around your shoulder, smiling contently as you lean into his touch. He gazes through the dripping window and silently admires the current progress you both made on the farm.

• Between the two annual spring festivities, I would say the flower dance. Diluc is a private man and would prefer to take things where no eyes were on sight. But with a little bit of nudging from Gus (your wingman), he gives in and leads you to the center stage. Elegant. Graceful. The way you two moved together became the talk of the event. Though, Diluc was already used to people staring by now, all he needed to do was to ignore them and keep his focus on you.

• Summer: No blankets in bed. Nope, its bloody hot in Pelican Town. He tends to stay indoors or anywhere with shade, in other words, his work hours in the Saloon increased.

• Diluc always has a nice cold drink prepared for you if by any chance you were to pay a visit after a whole day of labour. It's a habit he's made subconciously as if it would be a natural occurance for you to enter the door. His colleagues would ask him who did he make that drink for? Honestly so cute i cri

• Moments like these remind him of Mondstadt, where he quietly wipes the glasses while listening to you talk. Your voice is soothing. Sun rays peek from the side casting onto the umber tables, reflecting a rich golden light as the radio plays a soft song in the background. It's so peaceful, the town was small hence not many people visited the bar, Diluc came to appreciate this warm privacy (plus no Venti and Kaeya which is a huge pog realization).

• Autumn: Harvest time baby. The kegs are full and the sheds are full of kegs. This season was huge stonks and the house ended up getting an upgrade. Diluc is the type of man who wants to make sure that his spouse wouldn't have to work another day of her life. I reckon this is why he's so ambitious because he wants you to have the best and you deserve the best. (Husband material. Slap a ring on him ladies).

When there was no more work left to do, time would be spend peacefully exploring the woods. While you skipped a few steps ahead as the leaves crunched beneath your feets, Diluc follows slowly from behind. He sees your back but his eyes stares somewhere far beyond whats in front of him: His future.

It was such a stark contrast to the one he envisioned before. One filled with uncertaintly, blocked by darkness with no silver lining in sight, endlessly wandering as he drags the claymore against the ground. There was never a day in which the Darknight hero wouldn't think of Mondstadt. Leaving the city in the incompetent hands of Ordo Favonious while Abyss Mages continue to lurk fuels him to find a way to return as soon as possible and yet...

"Higher big sis!" Jas tightens her hold on the ropes as you pushed the swing with all your might. She laughs, like a child, it was full of innocence and joy. Later Vincent came in and nugdes you, asking when his turn will come.

"You wanna go too? Alright alright don't worry," waiting for Jas to come down, you lift the boy up so that he was seated safely on the chair, "3..2..1 go!"

He wonders if he could just be a little selfish for once.

• Winter: Best man to have in this season. Every morning Diluc would find himself restricted in movements due to a pair of arms around his waist and legs entangled with yours. Turns out you've been doing it subconciously because he's just so warm (Diluc keeps it lowkey and pretends to sleep longer cuz of it)

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Kaeya

• Haha looks like the portal is gone, guess we'll be stuck forever :)). No kidding Kaeya would be so down to stay here for the rest of his life and the best part is to spend it with you. He doesn't show a shred of concern regarding Teyvat, not like he's easily shaken by events that are abnormal, but you can see that Kaeya is truly and genuinely happy. (You're stunned).

• Oho we also have this marvelous landscape just for the two of us? And a cozy little cabin to go along with it as well? This should be fun~

• Of course Kaeya would also know a few things about planting, just the basics since he did grow up with Diluc. When they were kids, Crepus would give each of them their own pots so they can grow their own plants. It eventually became a competitive thing where whoever's plant grows the fastest gets to eat the other person's dessert for a year (no one wins. They end up sabotaging each other which Diluc started first, thinking it'll be funny as a joke).

• You are, and will be going on dates with him. In fact, the amount of dates you two went on increased since then. The townspeople would call you two "lovebirds" since he's practically by your side 24/7.

• I mean he doesn't have the responsibilities as a Cavalry Captain anymore so what else is there to do?

• Would attend all annual events no matter what season.

• Evelyn constantly gushes how much of a wonderful pair you and Kaeya make and often is the one who provides Kaeya a fresh bouqet of flowers for him to use as a gift. George on the otherhand just rolled his eyes mumbling something along the lines of "youngsters these days" and "crazy hormones."

• Befriends Pam. Love for beer plus somewhat cynical attitude? They get along real swell! She starts sending some recipes into the mailbox of course saying if yall ever need a hand, let her know.

• Spring: I can see Kaeya be switching back and forth between caring for the farm or taking quests posted on Pierre's bulletin board. He likes to keep things interesting, learning the ways of the new world while also getting to know the people around town.

• Would NOT return Mayor Lewis' shorts in which he found in Marnie's room. It's such high quality blackmail material. Kaeya is currently plotting what is the best way to use it to his advantage.

• He didn't tell you of course.

• Summer: There are no blankets because he is your blanket. Since your cabin was small so was the bed. That's why he has to hold you so that no one falls off when rolling over. Either he hugs you with your nose close to his neck, or your back against his chest while spooning you or holding hands if sleeping on your sides became too much. Yall need a serious house upgrade.

• For some reason Kaeya becomes more energetic in the summer. He lets you rest in the shade while handling the farm work for the time being. If you guys got a pet it would be a cat. Hes the first one to refill their bowl every morning outside.

Another day passes as summer comes to an end, the town’s Mayor invited you and your lover to see the annual Dance Of the Moonlight Jellies. Kaeya being the opportunist was delighted to come along. Locking the door of your house, you follow him down the path and made your way to the beach.

Everyone from town was already gathered by the docks when the sun had disappeared down the horizon. You stood by his side in a space far from the others, watching the candle boats set off to ride the waves, lighting up a small ray of light for creatures to find.

“Wow,” your tone almost above a whisper, “If only our friends back home could see this too.”

“Perhaps,” he says. Kaeya slips his fingers into yours and you shot him a curious glance, “But let us enjoy this moment shall we? Just the two of us.”

And there they were. A sea of luminescence radiating colours of brilliant blue with hints of green like a city of laterns floating in a world below. Their image reflects in the star of Kaeya's eyes as he wonders, where would they go? Where would the light lead them? They were so free with nothing to worry, so serene just like the sea and unknowningly, he squeezes your hand. It was a sense for confirmation. One to remind him that this moment was indeed a reality he wishes to keep.

Autumn: Finally a house upgrade and a kitchen!! Because it was harvest season, you guys end up making a set of delicious meals with all the recipes the townspeople gave you. Kaeya can cook since he lived by himself back in Mondstadt. Most of the stuff he learned to make were food that can be accompanied by alcohol though...

• Ahah remember Mayor Lewis' lucky shorts? He found a use for them. It was displayed on the stands during the Stardew Valley Fair (Oh my how did this get here? Must be the wind). Ends up buying a Rarecrow for the farm when Lewis bribes him not to tell this to anyone.

Winter: This was mostly an indoor season for the both of you. With the existence of television, nights would be spent until morning while watching movies at the couch. A blanket drapes around your shoulders as extends to his. Oh and don't forget the hot chocolate!

#genshin impact #stardew valley #genshin impact headcanons #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #Kaeya #kaeya alberich #genshin x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin scenarios #nya-writes #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines

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sweeethinny · 3 years

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Last Name

Summary: 'I will be Mrs. Potter finally. You will no longer be the only Potter in the world. How do you feel about that? Ready to share your last name?'

‘I feel happier than ever,’ He didn’t seem playful anymore, even looking a little sad. 'These were very lonely years, I am happy that I will have a lifemate.'

Notes: Raypotter asked for #5‘’ I just wanna love you. And take you on dates. And fuck you. And hug you ’’

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#13 "You look terrible" // "Does it surprise you?"

I haven't written a prompt in a while, I hope you like this drunk Harry saying romantic things to Ginny :)

AO3

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‘You look terrible’

'Does it surprise you?' Harry smiled, flirtatious and drunk, soft as jelly, his shirt wrinkled and a little crooked, his dirty pants on his knees showing that he had fallen out at some point, and his hair was so messy it was as if he had just woken up. His eyes were small behind the crooked glasses, and Ginny wondered what they had done to him.

'Not really,' she smiled, pulling him into the house, thinking that a man of that size, who scared so many people, needed his fiancee to be able to enter his house after drinking some with friends. Harry was a lightweight.

'Everyone wanted to know where you were, I don't think anyone cares about me anymore, they just went out with me, because I take you along.' Harry sobbed, his arm around her shoulders, holding on to Ginny so as not to fall to the floor, the knees barely seeming to work.

'I'm cooler than you,' Ginny said, laughing softly. 'You have this poker face and you don't seem to want to make friends, while I talk and make others laugh.'

'And on top of that, you are beautiful. I'm not as handsome as you are. 'Harry sighed.

"That's not what Witch Weekly said last week, when it elected you as one of the sexiest wizards of the decade." She looked at him, and unlike other times, Harry didn't blush like a teenager, just shrugging and messing up his hair some more.

'They like to invade our training and take a picture of me without a shirt, I think they are only interested in my abdomen.'

'And am I not like them?' She dropped him on the bed, where Harry gladly lay down, and Ginny started to help him take off his dirty clothes.

'You started dating me when I barely had hair on my face, I think my lean and dull body was not an important factor for you to let me feel your boobs in a filthy closet.' He laughed, seeming to enjoy it. 'And then, when I started to grow a beard, I looked like a walking corpse after so many months without eating properly... Ginny, I don't know how you agreed to be with me.'

'I saw beyond your appearance,' she said, taking off his pants. 'But I'm only with you now, because of your body.'

'Oh, I know that, I see how you always seem to love watching me train, and I know it's not because you want to see if I'm doing everything right.' Harry smiled, taking off his shirt himself, and before he could crawl to near the clean, scented pillows, Ginny pulled him to his feet, thanking Gwenog for the training where she forced all women to lift weights.

'Your ass is also a great reason to make me stay,' she admitted, hitting him as he staggered to the bathroom.

'I like yours too.' He smiled, sitting on top of the toilet lid and watching Ginny turn on the shower. 'I like a lot about you.'

'I'm happy, we're getting married at the end of the month and I would be really sad if you didn't think so.' Ginny stared at him, noticing the idiot smiling even more when he noticed her lack of a bra, the cold making her nipples apparent through his shirt.

‘We’re getting married.' Harry rambled. 'At Bill's wedding, I thought one day a man would be very lucky to see you wearing white... Now I am this lucky guy.' He smiled, his eyes getting smaller behind his glasses, looking so silly, but it made Ginny smile also.

'Imagining our wedding, Potter? I wonder what else you imagined during those years.' She ran her hand over the man's face, his beard pricked her palm, and Harry seemed relieved by the affection, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

'I imagined many things. You naked, you with clothes... Many things. I still imagine, if you want to know. ’

'What do you imagine?' Ginny thanked him that he was too drunk to notice that she looked like a fool now that she was listening to him talk about it. She also imagined many things with Harry, but nothing compared to hearing him say that he did that too. The 11-year-old Ginny was screaming and jumping now.

'I just wanted to love you. And I didn't even know what it was really like to love someone until you showed up, so there were a lot of confusing things. Marry you, have children with you, take you on dates, kiss you, have sex... These things... I still think, you know?' He opened his eyes, that sea of emeralds shining towards her. 'When I need to summon a patron, I think of you. I thought about you before I died... I always think about you. ’

Ginny blamed menstruation and hormones for the tears that popped into her eyes.

'I still dream about the same things as before, but now it’s more real. I just wanna love you. And take you on dates. And fuck you. And hug you, and it looks even better because I know how it all goes… I think about it several times a day, when I’m alone in the office and see our picture together, or when someone talks about you, I think about you. ’

'You are very talkative when you are drunk,' Ginny pondered, kissing his forehead before helping him to get up and get under the jet of water.

'You know I would read a 1000-page book of vows of love in front of a crowd, if you wanted to. And I don’t need to be drunk for that. ’

'Please, Harry, don't.' She laughed, and so did he, Ginny put his glasses on the bathroom sink and watched him take off his underwear, the hot water falling on his shoulders and seeming to make him a little less numb by the drink.

'Aren't you going to come in?' He pouted adorable, looking at her standing in front of him, just taking care in case he lost his balance.

'I already took a shower my love,' Ginny said. 'Finish it soon and let's go to bed, I'm freezing.'

'I realized,' Harry pointed to her breasts, like a teenager who has never seen breasts in his life, she just laughed and thought she was going to marry an idiot. And she couldn't be happier with that decision. 'Are you happy?'

'Of course. You?'

'Perfectly happy.' Harry smiled, lathering his chest and arms. 'I can't wait to marry you.'

'I will be Mrs. Potter finally. You will no longer be the only Potter in the world. How do you feel about that? Ready to share your last name?' She crossed her arms, ignoring the cold shiver that crossed her spine as she waited for Harry to finish the shower. He made it worth it to feel a little cold, besides, his naked wet body was always a beautiful thing to admire.

‘I feel happier than ever,’ He didn’t seem playful anymore, even looking a little sad.'These were very lonely years, I am happy that I will have a lifemate.' Ginny's heart squeezed, and if Harry had not turned off the shower and reached for the towel, she would have gone under the jet of water to hug him.

'I'm happy to be the one to keep you company.' Ginny helped him out of the stall, kissing his mouth for the first time since he left the house to drink with Ron, Neville and the other Aurors. 'It will be incredible years. I promise.'

'I know, it's already been, and we still don't even share last names.' Harry kissed her back.

#hinny #harry x ginny #prompt #harry and ginny #harry potter #ginny weasley

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animeyanderelover · 3 years

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Yandere juuzou and promp 101 plz

Juuzou! This psycho!

Warnings: Yandere themes, creepy behavior, threatening, blood, killing

Prompt 101: “These people are stupid! Can’t they see that you’re mine?!”

A monster was standing right in front of you. A stitched up monster, his Quinke in his hand, the blood on it dripping slowly down, forming a small puddle of the red liquid that made you dizzy. But that was only a small drop of blood. The true tragedy was laying only a few meters away from you, mercilessly being slaughtered and cut in pieces that not even her resistance to injuries would have helped them. And you poor citizen had to witness all of this. Juuzou had told you to run away so you wouldn’t have to see all of this, but you had just been completely frozen in fear. You weren’t the most courageous person, Juuzou often calling you his sweet little doll. You were as beautiful as one, he often told you that. But sadly he also insisted that you were just too fragile for your own good. And you couldn’t completely disagree with him. You had always been rather shy and timid, someone others would call ridiculously kind. You had never once liked the process of ghouls killing humans and humans killing ghouls, a cycle that never seemed to end. And that was what had caused Juuzou to become so addicted to you. You still remembered how you had one day just bumped into him. At that time you had thought that it was just one meeting, not more. But you had been so wrong. Because that one meeting, that one talk you had with him afterwards was all he had needed to become obsessed.

To some degree you almost understood why he loved you so much. Juuzou was insane, no one could tell you otherwise. And that’s why he was probably so hooked up with you. Given his past your innocence and kindness was probably the last thing that kept him from snapping completely. It had been roughly two months since he had started squeezing himself in your life, following you everywhere he could and always suffocating you in affection. You had no memory that he had ever asked you to be in a relationship with him, but when you had tried to talk with him about it, he had just given you a closed-eyed smile. Since that day you’re unofficial relationship with Juuzou Suzuya has started and life with him was rather interesting. You had really tried to tell him that you didn’t want this and that you had never agreed, but Juuzou had always ignored your words and instead showered you in kisses. He obviously didn’t want you to talk about this and at one point you had stopped talking about it, realizing that it was useless to protest against someone who didn’t want to listen. He had at one time introduced you to the people from the CCG and all of them had welcomed you very warmly, a few of them even giving you their admiration for being able to deal with Juuzou like this. It looked like Juuzou hadn’t really been able to stop talking about you in the CCG, many people often finding him with a wide grin on his face and staring dreamingly in the empty space. And once someone asked him what had happened, he would start gushing over how much he wanted to feel your soft lips right now or how much he wanted to just touch you and hug you, see your cute flustered face.

You were probably a bit more gullible, but you weren’t completely dumb. You knew that Juuzou would never hurt you. You were his innocent and sweet doll. But he was also more than ready to slaughter someone if they wanted to harm you. And that’s what he had just done. You really tried your hardest to not throw up, you had closed your eyes and you had pressed your hands over your eyes in a pathetic attempt to block all the noises. But that attempt had been fruitless. Those screams of agony and pain would haunt you for sure in your dreams. They had tried to eat you, you couldn’t say anything against that. But still, nobody deserved such a death. But Juuzou liked playing, he had fun killing ghouls. And you didn’t know how to feel about this. It was a life which he had just ended. And he hadn’t shown even a small sign of regret, a disrespectful sign against the dead woman. He hadn’t even taken it seriously, just toying with her. And if someone was smart, they would understand how insulting this really was, to not take an opponent who fights for their life serious and just play with them until they’ve lost their fun with them. But that was Juuzou, that was how he worked. He was just a bit too messed up to fully grasp the concept of how devastating it was to end a life just like this, no matter who or what the person was. And when it came to you, Juuzou was even more shameless.

“These people are stupid! Can’t they see that you’re mine?!” He sounded almost a bit upset, but you weren’t really sure if that was really the case or not. You only knew that you were shaking like a leaf, your knees feeling like they were made out of jelly. You needed to get out of here! You needed to move! But you couldn’t! You were stuck in this hunched position, eyes tightly squeezed and hands still pressed over your ears. Tears had started dropping down your face, falling silently on the ground. You desperately wanted to block the outside world out, wanted to erase what you had just witnessed and heard. You had never seen Juuzou killing before, people having told you that a soul like you shouldn’t see something like this in the first place. And now you knew why. How the heck were you supposed to keep up with Juuzou, to continue playing along after seeing this. But it wasn’t only the way he had killed the ghoul. No, it was also the way he had acted so carelessly with his own life. He could have died in this situation. No matter how good an investigator was, they should always fear a bit for their life. But you had the impression that Juuzou never really cared that much for his life. And it bothered you a lot. Why? Because even though he had forced you into all of this, you had formed a liking towards him. It wasn’t love, but it was enough for you to care for him and be worried about him.

You snapped out of it when you suddenly felt a hand on your back, rubbing soothing circles up and down your back. And when you slowly looked up, you saw Juuzou giving you this grin he always gave you when something happened to you that had shaken you up. “Sorry that you had to see this. But you shouldn’t walk completely alone through such an alley. It’s not safe. If I wouldn’t have followed you, you might have gotten killed. And you can’t let yourself get killed. I would be very sad if you would leave and would hunt whoever killed you down.” You blinked, the tears in your eyes blurring your vision. You didn’t know what to feel. You were able to gladly ignore the comment of him following you, he had done it way too often for you to be surprised. His way of telling you not to die was rather peculiar, but what wasn’t about him? You had gotten used to that a long time ago as well. You didn’t know what to feel. You didn’t know whether to feel sad, relieved, angry or something else. You didn’t know...But you never got the full time to sort your feelings out, feeling Juuzou grabbing your hand and tugging you quickly away, his Quinke being back into his briefcase. “It’s not safe in here, (y/n). Let’s get out of here before she gets company.” You didn’t resist him or tried to pull your hand away from his, instead clutching it tightly in an attempt to get some sort from comfort from this. You couldn’t help, but feel like this was all your fault. That young woman had died because you had wanted to take the short way home. What if she had a family? Friends? A lover? Persons who were waiting for her right now, not knowing that she would never come home. Did that make you a murder as well?

“(y/n). It’s not your fault. She died because I killed her. You did nothing wrong.” You flinched when you heard him saying that. How did he know what you were thinking?! “J-Juuzou, how did you...?” He turned a bit around to look at you. “The way you grab my hand and walk hunched over. You always do that when you feel sad. It’s not your fault angel.” For someone who looked like he wouldn’t pay much attention to anything you admitted that when it came to you, Juuzou was scarily observing. From the way you wanted to avoid eye contact with someone when you felt down to how you always played with your fingers or the fabric of your shirt when you were nervous, Juuzou picked it always up. Every small habit of yours was for him by far the most endearing thing he had ever seen. You were just so innocent that it was almost mind blowing from him. There just seemed to be some sort of light around you as if your innocence was radiating off your body. And he wanted to protect that innocence, wanted to protect you. You were his lovely angel that he wanted to cherish and love. And no one would even dare to hurt you. You wouldn’t get eaten by a ghoul because he would kill everyone who dared to try and you also wouldn’t get harassed or taken away by another person because he would make sure that everyone stays away from you.

“Don’t feel guilty for it, okay? I don’t like it when you’re upset.” By now you had successfully left the alley behind you, standing on the sidewalk. Juuzou had by now faced you completely, grabbing both of your hands in his and leaning closer to you. “I also don’t like it when you look so sad or cry. I always feel disappointed in myself when you do that. But I think I know what might make you feel better.” “Huh?”, you managed to mumble out before you felt blood rushing to your face and your heart exploding. Of course he had to do this now, of course he thought that this might help you. On the other hand he had for sure also done it because he just really liked kissing you. You could feel the stitches on his lips which were tightly pressed against you. For some bystanders it might have looked quite romantic. Two young people holding hands and kissing each other. And whilst this wasn’t the first time he had done this, it never failed to make you flustered. When he pulled away, you were with your flushed face you must have looked quite cute in his opinion. “You taste so sweet! Just like sugar! I could kiss you all day!”

#yandere juuzou suzuya #yandere juuzou #yandere tokyo ghoul

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auro-ora · 4 years

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Remember That Night

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: you had a one night stand with Bucky and now you’re pregnant. To make matters worse, you two haven’t spoken to each other since, until one night.

Warnings: angst, unplanned pregnancy, mentions of sex, smut, unprotected sex, 18+ fluff :)

Word Count: 1,600

Notes: @jobean12-blog here it iiiis <3 okay so the smut in this was totally unplanned (like her pregnancy tehehe see what I did there?) and this is my first time writing smut and I knoooow it sucks :c but anyway! I enjoyed writing this :) feedback is welcome! Thank you for reading and wish you a bootiful day.

Since the morning you found out you were pregnant, you were happier and there was more bounce in your steps. Everyone in the compound noticed it and when they asked why, you just simply shrugged and carried on with your day. You also adopted a more healthier lifestyle; no caffeine products, more water, better foods. The cravings were driving you wild though, waking up at 3 a.m. for some pickles usually which you kept secretly stashed away in your own pantry in the kitchen. Tonight was one of those nights, it was currently 2:54 a.m. and you were craving for some of those pickles and some ice cream. “Anything for you, little baby.” you chuckled, caressing your barely-there bump. You were only a couple of weeks gone, around 12 weeks to be precise.

The pregnancy was completely unplanned and an accident, it happened after a rather difficult mission, you and Bucky sought comfort in each other and ended up having sex the whole night. You used protection which was why this was a total surprise, but even you knew condoms weren’t entirely effective. Previously, you harbored a crush on Bucky for a long time. He was sweet, gentle, caring, handsome, his thick thighs were incredible and his bicep even better. He was everything you wanted in a man; beard, shaggy hair, tall, muscular. He doesn’t know about your pregnancy, but the mere fact that he is the father to your baby makes you really happy and really scared all at the same time because you didn’t know how Bucky would react, the girls knew of your crush and when they tried to find out if he was interested in you or anyone else, he came out and confessed he didn’t want a relationship with anyone.

But to make the situation much harder, the two of you haven’t spoken to each other since that night. The morning after you rolled over and patted his side of the bed to find it cold and empty, then when you met him in the kitchen an hour later and wished him a good morning, he ignored you but continued to talk to Wanda about his plans for the day. You would be lying if you said it didn’t hurt, because it still hurt now. The two of you were close friends up until that point you went to bed together and now it seemed like he was completely regretting it. Maybe the two of you were just lost in the moment.

The air in the compound was chilly as you walked down the hall and into the kitchen, pulling the sleeves of your sweater over your hands to keep them warm. Your socks sliding against the marble floor with each stride over to your pantry. Bending slightly to look for the jar of pickles hidden behind some potato chips in the back. “Hmm would you rather some cookies?” you patted your belly and chuckled. “No? Okay, pickles it is you fussy little one.” grabbing the jar from the back, the cupboard door shuts with a bang.

You spun on your heels and almost dropped the jar of pickles, your eyes wide as you stared into those all familiar eyes. “Bucky.” you whispered. Subconsciously pulling the sweater from your belly to make it more baggy. “Who are you talking to?” he asked looking around the kitchen. “Nobody! I was talking to myself.” you chuckled awkwardly, your eyes darting all over the place. Bucky’s senses tell him you’re lying but he decides not to press any further. “Do you want some tea?” he offers pointing his finger to the cupboard where the green tea lives. “Sure.”

As Bucky made the tea, you made yourself comfortable on the stool putting the jar of pickles in front of you. The air is thick with tension, this being the first time you’re actually talking in months. “I haven’t talked to you in a while.” you said breaking the ice. Bucky exhaled as he put the two cups of green tea down on the counter. You quietly thanked him and sipped the hot beverage, the flavor dancing around on your taste buds. “Why are you eating pickles at this time of the morning?” Bucky wondered. “Uh, I kind of have an addiction to them.” you lied, well technically your baby had an addiction. You kinda smiled at the thought. Bucky watched you closely, you were more fidgety than usual, you’re not making eye contact with him, you’re hiding something and Bucky knows you’re lying.

The two of you sat in awkward and uncomfortable silence, unable to pull a conversation out of the other. Bucky still thinks about that night he spent with you, it was the best night of his life. You were the first girl he slept with since the 1940s. He still remembers how tight you felt around him, how your walls clenched when he hit that deep spot, the way your breasts bounced with each thrust. The noises he pulled from you that night, he still remembers them like it was only last night. Your fingers interlaced as he brought pleasure to you both, the wetness on the condom, the way you tasted on his tongue still fresh on his mind.

“Do you remember that night?” Bucky asked suddenly. You bit your lip and smiled. Of course you did, that night was also the best night for you. No man before Bucky has ever been able to make you cum so hard and so many times. You squeeze your thighs just thinking about the way he felt dragging his huge length through your walls and pushing back in.

“Of course.” you answered, a slight blush sweeping across your cheeks. “I don’t regret it Y/N.” he offers a genuine smile, one you gladly return. “Me neither. I just wished we could have stayed friends after it.” you answered sadly looking down into your cup. “We are friends.” you shook your head and stood up, the overwhelming guilt suddenly washes over you.

The sudden urge to tell him the truth because it’s his baby too and he deserves to know. “We won’t be after I tell you…” you blink back tears. You feel Bucky stand behind you just from the heat radiating from his body, his metal hand resting on your waist before he slides it further around on your belly and you hold your breath. “Tell me what?” his voice is husky in your ear, he pulls you back towards his body. His hardness digging into your butt. He’s been thinking about you too.

Without warning, Bucky spins you around and your lips clash. A moan escapes and Bucky uses this opportunity to slip his tongue between your lips. His hands slip under your sweater and he groans when he feels you’re not wearing underwear. He picks you up and sets you down on the counter, nudging your legs open with his knee as he drops his sweatpants down to his ankles and lines himself up to your entrance. Simultaneously moaning when he enters, the familiar full feeling coming back to you just like that night. His thrusts are quick and needy. He’s raw and throbbing against your wet walls.

You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer. His thrusts deeper and harder, your slick covering most of his length and onto the floor but neither of you care. He dips his head to nip and suck at your pulse point. His fingers slipping between your conjoined bodies as he flicks his thumb over your throbbing clit. “AH FUCK!” you bury your face in his face to muffle your moans and screams. His fingers are bruising against your waist. His thumb is working your clit over and you cum over him with a muffled cry. Your body shaking and your walls squeezing him tightly. His thrusts become languid and a few strokes, you feel him swell against your walls and then the feeling of his hot cum shooting inside you. “Fuck.” he moans breathlessly. Sheens of sweat glistens on your skin. He leans his forehead against yours, just staring into each other’s eyes.

There’s no words spoken but in this moment, none are needed. “I’m sorry doll, I’ve just missed you so much and I had to make sure she was in there.” he smiled sheepishly, his eyes are dark and hooded. “She?” you questioned digging your heels into his butt. “Come on doll, I know I’m old but I know you’re pregnant.” he pulled out, leaving you empty and cold just like that morning in bed. “How did you…?”

Bucky helped you down from the counter, your legs turned to jelly from your activity, he helped you to get dressed and made you both a fresh cup of green tea. “My new arm has this feature, it picks up my teammates heartbeats and it vibrates.” he wiggled his eyebrows at the last statement. “Your heart was beating strong, then I heard a fainter one in your stomach.” he smiled.

A single tear dropped rolled down your cheek. “Are you- are you mad at me?” you asked in barely a whisper. “Of course I’m not. I’m just a little upset you didn’t tell me sooner. I want to be here for you and for the baby. I wanna be with you doll. Haven’t stopped thinking about you since that night.” you walked slowly over to him, your legs still felt numb and took his hand in yours, placing the palm of his over your belly. “We want you too.”

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hellishhin · 3 years

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The Ball: Part 1

Length: ~2,500 words

Content warnings: alcohol consumption, mild knife threats

Summary: Sadie, Kireen, and K'lai'a'la have arrived at Taerand's ball. They meet new people who are a bit more than they bargained for.

Taglist: (adds/removes always open!) @betwixtofficial @taerandcalentavar @talesfromaurea @faelanvance @definitelyquestionit @drippingmoon @dontcrywrite

The doors were open wide, allowing a lilting melody to drift toward them on the cool dusk breeze. Against the darkening sky, Ser Calentavar’s manor stood resolute. As the second largest building in Stawold, the manor’s half-timbered framework was filled in by mortar and rubble for most of the first floor. Above the sturdy base of stone, the beautifully aged timbers were filled with wooden planks painted a warm creamy white which served to protect the wood from the elements. Only the Margrave’s manor stood larger than Ser Calentavar’s as most of the lesser buildings in town had their timbers filled in with wattle and daub, most painted a plain white. What truly set Ser Calentavar’s manor apart was the full stone tower soaring above the third story. It was only large enough to contain a single room but was still a sight to behold among the wood and daub of Stawold.

Sadie looked up at the tower as the three women made their way down the cobbled street. She had awoken from her resurrection in the highest room in Stawold and yet he called it his guest room. He must hold his guests in high regard.

A gruff but polite request for their invitations pulled her mind away from the tower. Sadie reached into the bosom of her long rose-pink dress for the parchment. This dress was one of her favorites. She had hand-stitched some flowers across the hem. It was nothing impressive but it was the nicest dress she had.

Kireen handed over her and K’lai’a’la’s invitations as K’lai’a’la stood just behind them, ready to bolt.

“You look lovely tonight, ladies. Have a nice evening,” the guard kept the letters, tossing them into a basket behind him.

Kireen nodded and adjusted her deep blue gown, smoothing it down across her thighs. The embroidery along the sleeves and hem placed her quite comfortably among the crowd as they entered the main hall.

“Behave yourselves. K’lai’a’la, just stand off to the side if you must but you will not attack anyone for any reason. Nobody is going to hurt you. Sadie, supposedly you are familiar with these people so I trust you know how to behave yourself,” Kireen’s sigh said otherwise.

The over-excited halfling took that as her cue and she flounced into the party. Immediately, faces she recognized were greeting her. Jorgga Enteildotr, a very skilled seamstress approached and complimented her dress. Sadie knew it was mostly a nicety as her handiwork was nothing like Jorgga’s. Also in attendance was Otoc Alfandrson, a priest of Armorn the Protector; Alsteit Quinte, an artist whose work is seen in several noble houses in Stawold; and finally, Sadie is stopped in her path to the dessert table when she saw an older man with carefully combed silver hair. Draped in a royal blue silk tunic with golden trim it would be clear to anyone that this man is a part of the high nobility. A further step beyond that, Sadie was able to recognize him as Emmerich Hallgrimursson, the Margrave of Stawold.

Quickly looking around the room, she also spotted Hrimi Thaftheson and Thori Bjornison and almost all of the Margrave’s court! Never did she expect a ball to have both her name and the Margrave’s on the same invite list. Almost vibrating with excitement she turned back to find Kireen but found Ser Calentavar approaching her with a polite smile.

Kireen watched Sadie for a moment until her small stature disappeared among the skirts and cloaks of the crowd. There were no threats here, so the one she was actually worried about was K’lai’a’la who was stuck to her arm, nearly shoving her off her feet. K’lai’a’la had wanted to go with Sadie, Kireen saw that much as she took two steps after her small friend but when the crowd blocked their view, K’lai’a’la retreated back to Kireen’s side.

That was better than her getting separated and losing her head. The elf didn’t have any weapons but that would not stop her from being a threat if she felt the need. Kireen’s concern flew from her mind as soon as she saw the Margrave in his fine silken clothes. She had not been in Stawold for more than a few months and she still would recognize that level of luxury anywhere. Taerand had not mentioned the Margrave would be in attendance.

She had only been at the party a handful of minutes and none of this made sense. She was sure their invitation to the ball would have something to do with his damned favor but why would his favor include the Stawold elite. Only herself, and maybe Sadie would be qualified for anything near political intrigue. But as usual she would be left waiting on Taerand’s whim for any further information. Kireen swiped a glass of mead from a passing servant and tried to look like she was enjoying herself.

***

“Good evening Ser Calentavar!” Sadie curtsied, giving him a friendly smile.

“Good evening Blaze, I am glad you could attend. You are still feeling well, I trust?”

“Right as a sunny day, all thanks to you. But I would be lying if I said I wasn’t still curious about how you did it.”

“Certainly, but a ball is no place to discuss such things,” his tone was still pleasant rather than chastising.

“Of course, you are absolutely right,” Sadie waved her hand through the air as if to chase the thoughts away. “You have put on a beautiful event tonight, thank you for inviting me.”

“After the favor you and your friends have done for me, you have earned your place here tonight. Please relax and enjoy yourself,” he gave her a polite nod and faded into the crowd.

Sadie liked Taerand. Something about him was mildly mysterious but she felt a connection to him after her resurrection. He seemed like perhaps, under his mask of professionalism, was a polite and caring man. Or perhaps that’s what she hoped. With a mental shrug, she continued to the dessert table which was tall enough she had to stand on her tiptoes to see what lay atop it. As she scooted along its length, deciding what she wanted, a servant approached and bowed low next to her.

“May I help make you a plate, miss?”

Sadie happily accepted he added everything she pointed out to her plate. Once her plate was piled with tarts, candied fruit, jellied pastries, and everything else one shouldn’t eat for dinner, she deftly wove her way back through the crowd. It wasn’t hard to find the tall dazzlingly red dragonborn with a terrified elf clutched to her sleeve. Coincidentally, Taerand was speaking to them as she approached.

“--reward for the service you provided me,” Taerand was saying.

“Then I hope to hear from you again,” Kireen replied, looking less annoyed and more resigned, nursing a half finished mead. Sadie silently offered her dessert plate to K’lai’a’la who examined it for a long time before carefully choosing a candied strawberry to sample. When her teeth stuck to the candy coating she wrinkled her nose and placed it back onto the plate making Sadie chuckle.

Taerand gave K’lai’a’la a glance that was almost pitying before he turned to leave. K’lai’a’la picked up on it and glared after him.

“Come on, let’s just enjoy ourselves. Did you see? Even the Margrave is here!” Sadie lifted her dessert plate to share with Kireen too but she declined when a man in a plain white tunic and a burgundy waistcoat strode up to them. He looked starstruck but also slightly out of place.

“Good evening, may I be so bold as to ask if you three are Ser Calentavar’s noble heroes?”

He was a fairly handsome man, a strong jaw offset by a muss of sandy-brown hair which looked like there was only a cursory attempt to tame it. What really set him apart was a pair of lovely blue eyes one could get lost in.

“Well that absolutely would be us: noble heroes of Stawold!” Sadie declared before either of her compatriots could speak. This caused the man to bow low before them.

“Then allow me to humbly introduce myself as Ser Brimir Bjarkansson. I am truly impressed by your deeds and I wish to hear the account first hand, if that is acceptable.”

“Oh yes, I will gladly tell you of our peril-filled adventure to the Wraefen!” Sadie was in absolute heaven as she jumped into the story. Kireen soon went to find them some more drinks, leaving K’lai’a’la behind with Sadie.

***

The people all smelled strongly of flowers and spices, so much so she felt as though she couldn’t breathe. Despite living inside the walls for some time, K’lai’a’la would never get used to all of the different scents that came along with the cage-dwellers. Their vibrant clothing was equally assaulting on her senses and yet she found herself among them, smelling and looking like she belonged. It was an insult. These people were weak, they could not hunt their food. It came to them on a shiny tray and so many of them got fat. This was no way to live and nothing could convince her otherwise.

It even hurt to see the small one enjoying it so much but after seeing her as a corpse, happy and talking would always be better than the alternative.

The men with the glittering glasses kept offering her drink. She had tasted one and Kireen had to take it from her before she threw it across the room. Everyone was drinking the poison all the time wherever her friends took her. She would never understand that either. What she did understand was the array of blades set out neatly near the roasted pig which smelled over-seasoned even from several strides away. If she could simply have one of those blades tucked away, she could feel safe because surely others had their own blades obscured by their endless folds of colored fabric.

Kireen was off getting a drink and Sadie was enjoying her drink and distracted by the over-bearing man who was enraptured by Sadie’s retelling of the forest. K’lai’a’la did not want to hear that story anyway. She had lived it. Pretending the other patrons were simply trees to walk through, she avoided each of them on her way to the food table. Nothing looked appetizing but she stared at it anyway. As she leaned over to pretend to get a better look, her hand clasped around the handle of a knife and drew it into the folds of her dress. Perhaps the cloth was useful for one thing. When she lifted her head, unusual motion drew her gaze to the far side of the room.

There she saw a man with brown hair and blue clothing standing closer than normal to a man with black hair and red clothing. The two were whispering to each other and the brown haired one looked around in a similar way she had looked around when she wanted to make sure no one saw her take the knife. K’lai’a’la did not like their behavior to begin with but then they both slipped through a nearby door. This was a concern. She wove her way through the crowd until she was close to the door, then she tried to make it look like she was enjoying the party. She swayed on her feet from side to side and carefully sidled up to the door to concentrate on listening for what was being said behind it.

***

The story had Brimir enraptured, Sadie could tell because he had finished two drinks in the time it took to tell it and it wasn’t a particularly long story.

“Miss Sadie, your recounting has absolutely flagerblasted me!” he tried to set his empty glass on top of an hors d'oeuvre tray of a passing servant. The poor servant just took the glass while somehow maintaining composure. “Might I ask you to dance?” he held out his hands down to her.

Sadie had finished a drink of her own and she giggled “well of course you may.”

Despite their height, Brimir began to dance where they were, not even bothering to take her to a more open space.

“May I say that you and your friends make me want to be a hero? I’ve dreamed of bein’ a hero. Adventures, swords fights, monsters. Can I join you? Next time?” his eyes were a bit glassy but his gaze was earnest. “I know how to wield a sword and all I want to do is help people. Protect the weak, defend the innocent! And just… be friends with someone.”

Everything he said resonated loudly throughout Sadie’s entire being “you are one of us Brimir. We are now officially your friends and we will all help people together!” She declared. Sadie has always been able to read people well and this man had a heart of gold. Boy was she glad Taerand invited him here. The gods were on her side tonight.

“Yes, Ser Brimir, you are officially part of the heroes and we are now officially your friends.”

Brimir let out a victorious whoop, getting the attention of some of the people nearby but before Sadie could apologize, Brimir started spinning her around in his exuberance. They spun and jumped and Sadie couldn’t keep track of where they were or where they were going. She was laughing though, just delighted by his excitement. She wanted to drink with him more often. But her delight was cut short when Brimir backed into something with a thud. The world stopped spinning just in time for her to see the beautiful blue and gold vase that she had previously admired teetering from the plinth Brimir had just bumped into.

Sadie gasped and backed away, instinctively shielding her eyes from the oncoming shatter. Hero Brimir, on the other hand, tried to catch the vase. Arms out-stretched the vase hit just the tips of his fingers but the sweat caused it to sail right through. The sound of ceramic shattering silenced the entire hall.

***

There was too much noise, too much talking. She could not hear what was being said behind the door even though she knew it was important. If she pressed her ear to the door she would be noticed so she just inched closer and closer until she was standing in front of it and still--nothing. K’lai’a’la ground her teeth in frustration until her focus was shattered by the sound of something breaking across the hall. Her head whipped around, as did everyone else’s. It didn’t take her long to spot the story-man standing near an empty pedestal looking deathly pale.

Just then, the door opened behind her, instinctively causing her to whirl around. She found herself face to face with the brown-haired man, her knife out and pointed at his chest. He grabbed her wrist tightly but she dropped the knife catching it with her free hand. She raised the blade to strike when Taerand’s voice cut across the silent hall,

“Enough.”

And she froze.

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kpop-zone · 4 years

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Mamamoo reaction to meeting their ex at their debut

A/N: Hey guys!! This will probably be the last post for a week, because I’m going on vacation again. Sorry for the inconsistent uploading schedule lately. Soon my semester will start again though, so my life will hopefully be more consistent again :D

Solar

“Who are the flowers for?”

Moonbyul asked confused when she saw Yongsun getting out of the car, anxiously clutching some flowers.

“Um...Y/N’s group is debuting today. And you know...I thought, just in case we run into each other, I don’t want to be emptyhanded...”

Yongsun stuttered and her members looked at her skeptically. Which was understandable.

It had been two months now since Yongsun had broken up with you and it took no genius to see how much she regretted that decision. She had thought that your relationship was only a burden in your tight schedule, so she wanted to free you of it. But in hindsight, she realized how hard it was for not to be a part of your life anymore. Who was taking care of you now?

Therefore, she wanted to use this chance today to make sure that you were doing alright. It was totally, absolutely no way of trying to win you back. This was just a selfless and subtle gesture without any ulterior motives. At least that was what she told herself in order to appease her bad conscious.

As soon as Yongsun entered the venue, she started looking for you. Your group’s dressing room was just two doors down the hallway, and she contemplated whether she should “run into you” before or after your performance. Figuring that you needed to focus for now, she decided to try getting a hold of you after the show ended. Gladly, she was in the show business for long enough to not let her state of distraction show during her own performance, but as soon as she stepped off the stage her nervousness came rushing back.

With knees like jelly, she walked up and down the hallway till you finally stepped out of your dressing room and actually almost ran into her.

“Y/N! What a coincidence that we meet here.”

Yongsun chuckled nervously, but when your gaze landed on the flowers in her hand, she realized how stupid she must sound.

“Coincidence, huh?”

You raised your eyebrow skeptically and Yongsun could feel her cheeks starting to glow.

“Anyways...I wanted to give you these. I saw your performance and you were awesome. All of you were, of course, not only you.”

She tried to save herself, but with every word, she sounded more like a stuttering mess.

“Thanks.”

You answered shortly before immediately turning on your heel as soon as you took the flowers. Panic started to make Yongsun’s heart beat twice as fast and a surge of adrenaline clouded her better judgement as she saw you walking away.

“I regret leaving you!”

She suddenly blurted out, causing you to stop in your tracks.

So much for being subtle.

Moonbyul

“You know what, I’m just going to wish Y/N good luck. I mean we’re both adults, so we should behave maturely. There is nothing wrong with wishing someone good luck. Every decent human being would do that, right? You don’t think I am being clingy, right? Right, guys?”

The other members huffed annoyed after another one of Moonbyul’s ramblings.

For weeks now, Moonbyul went from being awfully confident in her plan to being completely anxious and none of the members knew how to help her at this point. And neither did Moonbyul herself. She had broken up with you over a year ago because neither of you had taken care of the relationship like you were supposed to, but till this day, she still didn’t know how to face you. Therefore, the wordcount between the two of you added up to zero ever since the breakup and now Moonbyul felt stupid for finding you on the day of your debut.

She would just let the universe decide.

If the two of you ran into each other, she would talk to you. But if not, she would accept that it wasn’t meant to be. Therefore, she didn’t stress herself out when she stepped into the venue. A variety of staff members and some occasional idols were running around in the backstage area and Moonbyul sighed. Why had she made such a fuss beforehand? The venue was big enough to avoid a person that you didn’t want to see.

That is if the universe didn’t have other plans.

“Moonbyul?”

Your voice made Moonbyul’s blood freeze and she stopped dead in her tracks. With wide eyes, she turned around to see you standing only a few steps in front of her with a big smile on your lips.

“I thought it was you! Hey! How are you?”

You hadn’t changed a bit. You were still the same loving and charismatic person that you had always been and Moonbyul instantly felt the last bit of anxiety leaving her body.

“Hey, Y/N! I’m doing good. How are you though on your big day?”

Moonbyul walked a few steps closer to you, happy to see that all of her concerns had been in vain. There was nothing awkward about this encounter and you didn’t seem to be bitter because of the breakup.

“Ugh...I’m nervous beyond belief.”

You whined and reflexively, Moonybul reached out to grab your hand. For a second, she froze, but when you didn’t pull away, she squeezed it encouragingly.

“Don’t worry about it, Y/N. I know that you are a great performer. I’ve always seen it.”

Moonbyul smiled softly, causing you to blush.

“Thanks, Moonbyul. That means a lot to me.”

Right when you closed your mouth, your leader called you and you needed to rush off. All Moonbyul was able to say was ‘Good luck’ before you slipped out of sight. Deep in thought and a little shell-shocked by her own discovery, she made her way to her own dressing room to seek the help of her members who were already waiting for her expectantly.

“Guys, I think I want Y/N back.”

Wheein

“Are you nervous?”

Hyejin asked from beside her as the two of them were driving to the venue of the music show.

“I don’t know whether I would call it nervousness. I would call it...curiosity maybe. I’m curious to see how our encounter will be.”

Wheein answered thoughtfully and turned her head to look at her best friend who had a concerned expression on her face.

“Now that Y/N has debuted, I think we’re going to run into each other a lot from now on. So we should probably learn how to deal with it.”

Hyejin skeptically scanned her face but nodded in agreement once she realized that Wheein wasn’t showing any signs of nervousness.

And Wheein was being honest. There was a time a few weeks ago when she had learned that your groups would be on the same show together that she felt a little uneasy. You hadn’t parted on bad terms, but your breakup had still hurt. Both of you had lost yourselves in your hectic lives and your relationship hadn’t been where it was supposed to be, but that didn’t mean that losing you wasn’t hard. It had taken Wheein a few months to stop her heart from aching every time she saw something that reminded her of you. But by now, she was feeling fine; she was feeling prepared to see you again.

Nevertheless, she wasn’t so sure how you would react. Therefore, Wheein moved around very carefully in the venue in order to not accidentally run into you. If you were to meet today, it should be on her terms. And she decided that it would be best if she quickly stopped by your dressing room to wish you luck before your stage. That’s what every good friend would do, and she wanted to be one for you.

Half an hour before your performance, Wheein stood in front of your door, fixing her clothes one last time before knocking three times. It didn’t take long till a manager of yours swung open the door and instantly ushered her inside when he recognized her.

“Y/N?”

He called out your name, causing you to turn your head.

As soon as your gazes met, it seemed like the rest of the dressing room suddenly faded into the background. The loud babbling and tumultuous running of the others wasn’t bothersome at all as the two of you shyly walked towards each other.

“Hey.”

You said and Wheein waved awkwardly in response.

“I wanted to wish you all the best for your performance. I’m really looking forward to it and I know that all your fans are going to be really proud. Just like me.”

A wide smile spread on your face and you thanked her profusely before casually starting to chat with her about the past months.

That actually went smoother as expected.

But what was that warm, fuzzy feeling in the pit of Wheein’s stomach?

Hwasa

Was Hyejin a smooth talker? No. Did she know how to defuse an awkward situation though? Also no.

Nothing made Hyejin more nervous than knowing that she could potentially run into you today; not even the thousands of haters that would wait for every single of her mistakes during Mamamoo’s performance. There was just so much uncertainty surrounding you. Would you be mad at her? Would she throw you for a loop and mess up your debut?

It would probably be for the better if she avoided you today. Therefore, Hyejin moved around the venue like a ninja. Her face was pretty much completely veiled even after she had stepped inside, and she hid herself behind her members until they entered their own dressing room. Everything was going according to plan until her members decided to throw unexpected hurdles into her way.

“Hyejin, could you get us some more water from the lounge down the hall?”

Yongsun asked while the makeup artist was working on her eyes.

“Me?”

Hyejin screeched panicked, attracting the attention of the others.

“Yes you... the managers are busy right now and we ran out of water.”

Her leader pointed at the mountain of empty water bottles, causing Hyejin to sigh dramatically. Everyone truly seemed to be busy and she was the only one sitting around.

Reluctantly, she got up from the couch and dragged her feet to the door. Very carefully, she opened it and peeked her head out to make sure that the coast was clear before slipping into the hallway. A number of other idols crossed her way and she greeted all of them politely, but Hyejin didn’t even stop once to chat, because her goal was to return to the dressing room as fast as possible. She was about to return when a familiar voice suddenly made her heart stop. It was coming closer and closer and in her state of panic, Hyejin quickly jumped behind the couch of the lounge room. Her breathing had become erratic by now, but she tried to be as silent as possible.

“Um...Hyejin, what are you doing?”

You suddenly asked confused and Hyejin closed her eyes in shame. Busted. Slowly, she crawled out of her hiding spot, smiling to distract from her cheeks that were glowing bright red.

“Oh hey, Y/N. I haven’t even seen you there.”

She stated sheepishly while scratching her neck.

“So you always chill behind couches?”

You tilted your head questioningly, causing Hyejin to giggle nervously.

“Your debut! It’s today!”

Nice catch, Hyejin thought to herself. You immediately started beaming and seemed to have forgotten about her awkward behavior from before.

“Yes, it is! I’m super excited.”

Your wide smile was contagious and Hyejin proudly looked at you.

“You really deserve it, Y/N.”

She stated and you shyly bowed your head.

“Thank you. That means a lot.”

You mumbled and suddenly Hyejin was glad that she had run into you. You should know that she was still on your side.

“Well I should get going. Good luck!”

With a last wave, Hyejin made her way back.

“Oh hey, Hyejin!”

Your loud voice made her stop and she turned around in confusion.

“Don’t hide from me the next time. It was nice meeting you.”

You winked cheekily while pointing at the couch, causing Hyejin to blush. Nevertheless, she nodded in agreement before rushing off.

It was nice.

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myhockeyworld87 · 4 years

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Not So Dangerous Liaison - Sidney Crosby - Part 12

Word Count: 3,765

POV: Reader

Warning: NSFW, Sweet smut (is that a thing), Language, Oral, Sex

Notes: Big shoutout to the 4 new people that followed me to put me over 800 follwers and actually got me to post this early. Never imagined that this is where I’d be almost a year ago when I started this thing. I had this Crosby piece in my head even back then, and it’s been so amazing watching it come to life.So glad you guys enjoy it. So here’s the smut that has been building between these two since the beginning. Let me know what you guys think! Happy Reading!

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Part of you still couldn’t believe you let Sid kiss you right there as you were leaving Mario’s house. You knew some of his teammates saw you, but honestly after the whole night; you just didn’t care. Well, you did, since you really enjoyed your job, but it wasn’t like you couldn’t go back to your old one. They’d already asked you back a couple times, but you’d cross that bridge when you came to it.

You still weren’t sure how a couple nights with Sid had led everyone, including him, to believe that the two of you were now dating. Were you guys that obvious? Of course, you knew Flower and Vero knew that something was going on between the two of you. Which lead you to believe that Tanger and Catherine also had an idea, but Mario? It just seemed unreal since the two of you hadn’t really defined anything until that night.

All these thoughts ran through your brain, as the two of you made your way back to Sid’s house. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” Sid asked as you strolled hands linked together.

“I don’t know, everything…nothing…the whole entire night. Does that make any sense?”

He stopped so that he could look you in the eye when he answered. “Kind of. I mean tonight was kind of big a step.”

“Ya think.”

He kissed your forehead, before continuing. “Look (Y/N), I know this is all kind of moving fast, but it’s not like I haven’t been thinking about it…or rather you.” You understood that since he’d kind of been on your mind constantly as of late. “I was stupid last year, after Flower’s party. I thought you’d be this huge distraction to me and set me off my course for everything that I want to accomplish.” A dry laugh escaped his mouth. “It was really the opposite, now that I look back on it. Once I realized, that I could have both, I’ve thought of nothing but you…well, and hockey. It’s like we were made for each other, ya know?” Funny, you actually thought the same thing that first night that you’d really got to know him. Sure, you liked Sidney Crosby hockey player extraordinaire, but Sid the person…well that was someone that you could grow to love. “I think some people, the ones that really know me, realized this long before I did.” You knew he probably meant Mario, and Flower, among others. “But now that I know, I just don’t want to waste any time with all the bullshit stuff.” You cocked your head wondering what he exactly meant by that. “Well, maybe that’s not the right word, because I still want to take you out to fancy dinners and show you off. I just want you to be part of my world right now. Like I don’t want to have to wait, because I don’t think we need to.” You kind of understood what he was saying. It was as if you two had skipped the getting to know you part of dating, because well, you essentially already knew each other. You knew how he took his coffee, and what history books he had and hadn’t read. How even though he told the media oatmeal cookies were a good choice, he never called them his favorites, because secretly chocolate chip were. You also knew how he had to have a certain brand of peanut butter for his sandwiches. He was truly right; you two kind of had been dating all along.

He went to say more, but you stopped him. “You’re right. We don’t need official dinners or any of the other things. I know you Sid, and I think you know me. I like where we’re at right now, so let’s just keep moving forward.”

“So does that mean you’re going to tomorrow?”

“Yes, I’ll go.” You tugged on his hand to continue on to his place.

“And you’ll ride in my car in the parade then?” You hadn’t really given much thought to that. That would be a huge step. His parents would be there and all of Pittsburgh would be watching.

“Um…let’s just see how tomorrow goes.”

“Deal,” He answered, and put in the code to let the two of you into his drive. “So, can I talk you into coming in for a drink? Or maybe…”

“I think we’ve both had enough to drink.” It wasn’t like either of you were drunk by any means but you knew that neither of you needed another glass. “Why don’t you just ask me what you really want?” After last night, you kind of assumed sleeping over was going to be a thing with him.

“Ok. How about you stay the night with me, again?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” You teased him before he pulled you close to him.

“Well if I knew you were waiting for an invitation; I would’ve asked the moment you pulled in the drive.” He spun you around, arms still circled around your waist, and made his way to the door. “So, no alcohol, but do you want something else instead?”

“Just water.” He grabbed two and then led you upstairs to his room. You remembered being up there the night of the Eastern Conference final win, but you hadn’t been adventurous enough to figure out which room was his. You’d simply made your way into what you assumed was the guest bathroom. This time though you took every little detail in. His room was off to the left, done in mostly shades of gray. It had a masculine aura to it. Quiet and understated, there were very few tokens of his hockey career in this room unlike some others in his house. There was a comfy chair by the window, with one of the history books you’d given him sitting on the side table next to it. You could picture him reading there as the rain gently hit the glass. He ducked into a huge walk-in closet, with built-in drawers and shelves, that any person would envy.

“I’m assuming you didn’t bring anything to sleep in.” You shook your head no and he pulled you out another one of his t-shirts just like he had a few weeks ago, then took your hand and headed into the ensuite. A massive jetted tub that could hold the both of you, captured your attention. Gray marble showcased the entire room, which had a double vanity sink and a shower with so many gadgets in it; you weren’t sure you’d know how to turn the water on. There were even two toilet rooms, one for him and one for her, which made you wonder what he was thinking when he’d remodeled the home or was this something in its original design. All in all, the entire master suite took your breath away, kind of like the man who owned it.

You set your bag on the edge of the tub. “Do you care if I lay these out to dry? Since someone threw me in the pool.”

“Of course, I don’t care, and in my defense, you had a bathing suit on already.”

It was true, but he still could’ve sounded a bit remorseful. “My dress is probably ruined though.” You knew it wasn’t but you enjoyed teasing him about it, as you laid the garment out on the tub.

He wrapped his arms around you and peered over your shoulder to look at it. “Hmm seems fine, though I’ll gladly buy you ten to replace it if I can throw you in the pool again.”

“Sid,” you chided.

“What? I enjoyed looking at it clinging to your body.” Your eyes grew wide, and you barely had time to comprehend his words as he spun you around and kissed you hard, turning you into jelly, before releasing you. “So, do you need a toothbrush or anything?”

“What, if I open one of these drawers, am I going to find your secret stash you keep here for all the women that sleepover?”

You were totally teasing him, but he frowned none the less. “You know it’s not like that (Y/N).”

“I know. I was just kidding you. Now, if you have a purple one, I’ll totally take that.” He smiled then grabbed one out of the multi-pack he had in the drawer. The two of you stood at the dual sink brushing your teeth like a couple who had lived together for the last six months. It was kind of surreal. Once you were finished you changed into the shirt he’d offered in the small toilet room. By the time you came out to the bedroom, he’d stripped down to his boxers and was taking pillows off the bed. “You know I forgot to ask you which side you wanted last night.”

“It doesn’t matter, as long as I’m holding you.” It was corny and sweet, and it made you blush. The king-size bed seemed even larger than the one you two had shared last night, as you crawled in under the covers; Sid joining you. He shut the light off, then pulled you near. You were both laying on your sides facing each other, his arm draped across your waist, idly drawing small circles on your lower back. The smile plastered on his face was a mirror image of your own. Neither of you said a word, for a full minute, before you reached over and cupped his jaw, bringing your mouth to his. Your tongues mingled, lightly sucking and tasting each other. You let your hands roam down his chiseled chest feeling the muscles bunch under your touch. Your fingertips just lightly grazing over his skin.

His hand at your back pulled you closer so that there was barely any space between the two of you. You felt him reach for the hem of your shirt, and gently raise it so his fingers could caress your bare skin. Everywhere he touched set you on fire and you felt your legs move restlessly so that one was draped over the top of him. Sid’s hand glided up your sides and along the underside of your breast, making you whimper softly into his mouth. You longed to feel his touch there, and he didn’t disappoint as his thumb gently slid back and forth over your nipple.

You had to break the kiss for a second to suck in a breath of air, for he had you panting with need. But Sid just continued to kiss you; down your jaw, over to your ear, then sucking at the hollow of your neck, while his hand fondled your breast. It wasn’t enough though; you wanted more. Your hips flexed into him and you could feel the hard length of him against your body. He gently rocked into and you groaned from the pleasure. The two of you like teens dry humping each other afraid of being caught by their parents.

He slowed then, coming back up to sweetly kiss your mouth, as his hand dropped away for your breast. “No, Sid,” you whined. “Don’t stop.”

He pulled back to look at you, to make sure that this was what you wanted. “Are you sure?”

“God, yes,” You breathed out, then added. “I want you so bad.”

“Oh god, (Y/N), I want you too.” His mouth was on yours again with renewed passion, only breaking the kiss long enough to strip you out of his borrowed t-shirt. He rolled you onto your back, lifting up to stare reverently down at your body. “You’re so beautiful.” He said the words like a prayer, one full of worship and meaning, and then his mouth was on yours in the same manner. Kissing down your collarbone, to take one of your peaked nipples into his mouth. Your back arched into him and cried out with pleasure, your body responding to his every touch. He moved to your other breast giving it the same lavish attention, as your hands sifted through his freshly shortened locks to hold him to you. Involuntarily, your hips lifted up into him seeking something only he could give. One of his hands forced them back down. “Easy baby.” He whispered, then loving kissed your lips.

His hand at your hip skated down between your legs where he cupped your mound. You were slightly embarrassed as you knew that he could feel the wetness seeping through your panties there. All mortification was lost when the heel of his hand ground into your pussy. It was the exact friction you were looking for and you couldn’t help but moan into his mouth. His fingers danced along the folds of your lace-covered mound, teasing and making you squirm. When his index finger slipped under the edge of your panties, you about jumped off the bed, but his strong body pinned you down. A whimper came out of your mouth, as that same digit slowly dragged up your slit to circle your clit a few times.

He released your lips, both of you breathing heavily, as his finger still tortured your throbbing pussy. Sid’s mouth started its unhurried descent down your body. The covers of the bed falling to the bottom as he went, leaving your body exposed. His finger slid out, as his mouth hovered above the top of your panties. He breathed in your scent, before hooking his fingers around the strings and pulling them down. You lifted your hips up to help him, and in no time, he was tossing them to the floor. His hand glided up from your ankles, over your calves and onto your thighs, where he pushed your legs a little further apart. Lowering his head, he peppered your inner thighs with kisses, and you could feel yourself growing even wetter if that was even possible. The anticipation was killing you. You willed yourself to relax under his gaze, as you looked down at Sid, who was poised at your most intimate juncture. A small smile graced his lips before his tongue flicked out, licking his way between your folds. Just that small movement had you crying out. “Oh god,” you felt his grin grow wider against you, before sucking on your clit, tweaking it with his tongue. Your legs trembled slightly, and you fisted the sheets in your grasp, needing something to hold on to. He slid one of his long fingers inside you and had you moaning out loud. The digit moved in and out working you into a feverish frenzy, as his mouth worried your little nub with his lips and tongue. Everyone knew Sid excelled on the ice, but apparently, he was also an award winner in the bedroom.

You could feel the orgasm bubbling up inside your body, and as he slid a second finger into you; you were close to falling off the edge. Your hips bucked forward into his mouth, and he used a strong arm to keep you pinned to the bed once more. “Please…” you pleaded, as you chased the high that was just hovering out of your reach. He hooked his fingers then, making the come-hither motion; the action tickling that spot that would bring you the pleasure you sought. It started then, from deep within you; the small tremble of your legs, the way you panted out for air, and then it crested. A climax so strong, you found yourself screaming out his name, as wave after wave of pleasure wracked your body. Sid slowed his assault on pussy as the last tremors of your orgasm subsided.

Once your body had finally calmed, his fingers slid out of you as he lifted his head, that signature smirk on his face. He took the back of his hand, wiping away your juices that were left on him, before sliding up the length of your body. His mouth found yours and you could taste your essence still on him. It was heady and intoxicating and brought your body back to life. You skated your hands down his abdomen, to the waistband of his boxers, where you snuck your hand inside to feel his hard erection. He hissed out his pleasure as you took his length in your hand, just stroking him up and down. The garment impeded what you really wanted to do, so you pushed them down and he kicked them off. You continued to pump him, before breaking your kiss to nudge the wall that was his chest, so that you could take him into your mouth. Sid wasn’t having any of it though and he captured your gaze before taking your hand and removing it from his member. “Not tonight baby.” He kissed your lips again, before clarifying. “I won’t be able to last, and I want to be inside you.” You nodded your understanding, and he rolled off you to search the nightstand for a condom.

He ripped open the small pouch with his teeth. “Let me,” you asked taking the thin piece of latex in your hand. You stroked him a few times, biting your lip to keep from taking him inside your mouth. The condom rolled down his shaft and you tugged the tip leaving a small amount of space for him to fill with his seed. He drew your body down on top of him then, your chest pressed against his as your tongues mated together, mimicking what your bodies would soon do. He grabbed your ass and rolled you onto your back again; your legs wrapping around him as he did. Taking his cock in hand, he positioned himself at your entrance, lightly running it between your folds to coat it with your wetness, then nudging ever so slowly the tip inside. His left hand reached up and entwined with your right, as he carefully entered you inch by inch. When he bottomed out, you released a moan of delight at the feel of him within you.

“God you feel so good, baby.” He hissed out before capturing his lips with his. Only then did he start to move, interlacing his other hand with yours as he pumped in and out of you. It was a dance as old as time, and the two of you moved to a rhythm that had your body burning to a feverish crescendo. He sped up his pace, a sheen of sweat building on his brow, and while it may have been your first time with him; you knew that he was close to cumming. Breaking the kiss, he groaned with an effort to stave off his climax, determined to bring you with him. You shifted slightly, changing the angle, and then you were there, the orgasm peaking with each thrust of his cock.

“Sid,” you called out, his name like a benediction as you quivered underneath his body. A few grunts and sloppy thrust and he was there with you, moaning your name in his own ecstasy. With one last push, he slumped down on your body, sated and relaxed. When he went to roll off you, you held him close, just cherishing this moment for a minute longer. You knew the two of you had chemistry, it was there from the moment almost a year ago, but this; this was just on another level.

“I’m gonna crush you.” He whispered, a light chuckle to his voice as you finally let him roll you both onto your sides. As he did, his cock still stayed deep inside your body, though you could feel him going flaccid. He cupped your cheek and kissed you tenderly, his lips soft, gentle, and loving on yours. It was one that spoke to you on some other level, but you didn’t examine it too closely. “That was…” You held your breath waiting for him to finish even though you want to say that it was everything. It was magical, and wonderful, and almost like being in a dream. “Perfect,” he breathed out and you had to agree. It was the one word that encompassed all those things.

“Yeah, it was.” You echoed back. He slipped out of your body then and made a move to leave the bed. You didn’t realize you whimpered until he looked back at you.

“You ok?”

Of course, you were; you just missed the feel of him inside, on top of you and all around you. “Yeah,” you whispered before he leaned down and placed yet another kiss on your lips.

“I’ll be right back.” It hadn’t occurred to you that he was leaving to dispose of the condom until he slid it off. He made his way to the ensuite, where you could hear the water running. You slid out of the bed and padded your way across the floor to find him. He was splashing water on his face. As he padded himself off, he caught you staring at him, so you went and wrapped your arms around him from behind.

“Looks like I should be the one asking if you’re ok?” You dropped a kiss to his shoulder blade as the two of you stared at each other in the mirror.

“Better than ok.” He answered, then turned in your arms, his hands going to your waist and lifting you, to set you up on the vanity. He took the cloth he’d just wiped his face with, wet it, and spread your legs before wiping the remains of what had just happened between the two of you. Part of you cursed the loss, but the gesture was so sweet, it had your smiling in the end. Once he was done, he tossed the rag back into the sink, then wrapped your legs around his hips and carried you back to bed. He kissed your forehead, then your nose and finally your mouth. “Time to sleep.” He whispered and you smiled against his lips.

“Should we set the alarm?” You were so used to both of you getting up for practice that it was a force of habit to ask.

“I think we deserve to sleep in tomorrow (Y/N).” He chuckled. “We don’t have to be anywhere until late afternoon. Which gives us ample time to do that again.”

“Mmm, I do like what you’re thinking there.” He stole one last kiss, before tucking you into his side; your head resting on his chest. Your fingers danced along his skin as he ran his up and down your arm and you thought this just might be a little bit of heaven.

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shy-milkshake · 3 years

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Kazumimi shippers, how we feelin' about Mimi's potentially new name?

Also I wrote this yesterday cus of the load of leaks we got

He did not expect this.

Not in the least.

The girl who was named: "Mimi" was definitely not who said she was.

She did not mention being a heir to a prestigious family.

She did not mention the way she was treated at the time.

She did not mention the fact that her household had put up missing poster signs with her face on it, yet with a different name.

She did not mention her name: "Kokomi".

Did she not trust him enough?

He doesn't want to confront her yet. You can't go up to someone and say: "Hey, you lied to me, now tell me what on earth is happening.". He did not know how to confront her, but gathering up information from her friends should be easy. Then again, going into Inazuma while being a wanted man was a hard ordeal, yet he is planning to do it. To do it for the truth. To do it for the sake of his consciousness. **To do it for her.**

He would cross the ocean and back for her. Undergo the Divine punishment for her. Anything.

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Yoimiya wasn't taken aback by this question.

It was simple: "Who is Mimi."

Mimi is the free spirited daughter of the ocean.

Mimi is what she hoped for in a little sister.

Mimi is...

Kokomi is the wronged daughter of her household.

Kokomi is what everyone hoped for in a lady.

Kokomi is a girl with a big heart that will take care of anyone she cares for.

There was a difference between both Mimi and Kokomi.

"I am guessing you are wondering why Mimi's 'supposed' name is on missing posters and why she looks so different?"

She knew why.

She hated that fact that she knew why.

Kokomi had trusted her ever since they met at the shrine when she still served as the young heir of her residence.

" Miss Yoimiya? May I ask you a question? "

" I suppose anything's possible, shoot! "

" If...If I were to run away, or have rather go by a new name..Cut my hair, too...Would you cover up for me?"

She actually expected this. She herself wasn't too keen on the way Kokomi's residence treated her.

" Yes. I would...I'd even help you with your outfit if you'd like! " She nudged her and gave her a wink.

" Thank you, Yoimiya."

" No problem. "

That was how she described both Kokomi and Mimi for Kazuha.

It's as if he was on the verge of tears yet he isn't saying anything, and keeping a neutral expression.

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Sayu was hanging upside down from a tree, y'know, usual ninja stuff.

" Hm? Mr. Kazuha? "

" Sayu, may I ask you a question? "

"...Depends on how much candy you are willing to put up. "

" Six mint jellies and a amount of three sakura mochi "

" Acceptable. "

He hands her the box, she gladly abides by taking it.

" So, Mr. Kazuha, what is the question? "

" Do you know about a girl named Kokomi? "

" Hm...I think so. I always saw her near the shores of Inazuma, manipulating the water in the ocean without using the water from her hydro vision. I was kinda surprised, but other than that, our paths have never crossed. "

" I see. Thank you for your time and information Sayu. "

She was already running of somewhere and yelling something on the way that sounded like : " NO PROBLEM MR. KAZUHAAAAAAAAA "

That kid can really be loud when she wants to...

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Ayaka didn't expect him visit.

" Kokomi's background isn't something to joke about, Kazuha. "

Yet, it didn't seem sudden. It actually seemed like Ayaka already knew what he wanted to talk about. He isn't complaining though, the faster he gets what he needs, the faster he can leave Inazuma.

Ayaka sipped her tea. Not long after, words that shouldn't be spoken in public uttered from her mouth.

" I'm guessing you already visited Yoimiya, so I'll try to keep it short. Yes, Kokomi and Mimi are the same person. Though, Kokomi had many rumors spread about her, like how her mother could be Sara, the bodyguard of the Shogun. I personally think that she wanted to cut off interactions with both her residence and Inazuma, that could be one of the reasons. Nowadays, none of 'Kokomi's' old personality traits are left in Mimi, and if they are, I don't think she would want to show them.

" I see. Thank you Ayaka. "

" It was a pleasure having the ability to talk to you again Kazuha. Do visit more if you can." She waved him off with a gentle and kind smile. Tohma standing next her in a very personal level and uttering some incoherent words. He just gave a small laugh, waved, and then left.

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He saw her when almost arriving to the main street of Inazuma to reach the gates.

Mimi was near the shores of on the outskirts.

He postponed his leave to go visit her, he still feels like if he confronts her, something bad will happen.

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"How are you?"

First thing he heard when stepping foot on the shores.

A figure standing near the ocean blue water, manipulating some in her hand.

" I believe you have heard about that...Girl."

" Kokomi. "

" Yes? "

" Why abandon everything, just for the sake of running away from responsibility? Is that it? Just to get away from rumors? "

He heard muffled whimpers coming from her.

He made her cry? How unforgivable.

" I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm--- "

She Is definitely crying, apologizing too. Why?

He held her wrist releasing the manipulated water from her hand.

" I didn't mean it come out in such a aggressive way. I'm sorry."

Her wrist instantly went back to her side.

" You should leave. I don't want you to get arrested and for it to be because of my silly obligations. " She turned her head to face the opposite direction.

" . . . " He doesn't want to leave. He wants to stay with her, after hearing all the things she went through, he wants to hold her tight and never let go. For her to have a shoulder to cry on.

He hugged her.

He never tried this. She usually starts the hugs, yet she hesitated. After realizing who was holding her ever-so-tightly, she hugged him tighter. Muffled cries leaving her, tears staining her beautiful eyes, as Kazuha describes them.

" I'm sorry you had to go through this alone Mimi, But know that I'm here now, if you ever feel a little too overwhelmed by things, I'll see if I can be near."

She was sure she was crying now.

" Thank you, Kazuha... "

" Anyday, my lady."

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milkacchan · 4 years

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Bakusquad HC's prt 3

•M o v i e s

• Horror movies are a go too. You and Bakugou don't really get scared by horror movies- Kirishima will get occasionally freaked out but he's usually fine for the most part.

• Everyone else gets scared shitless but they love the rush so its fine.

• Kirishima is VERY touchy during horror movies. And when you get freaked out at a movie (which isnt often so Kirishima revels in it) he'll hold you to his chest and hold your hand while you sink into him, quietly freaking out

• They know your favorite foods, they know your usual order to every restaurant you like, your favorite soda and tea- and your favorite candy.

• just in case

• They help you with being homesick. You lived in one country for so long and then suddenly it was all uprooted and you had to leave everything behind. You didn't have time to really say goodbye.

• So it hits you a lot that you aren't home.

• You try to hide it but they figure it out and break out what they can do help you

• They are SO In tune with your emotions, and you're REALLY I'm tune with theirs

• Aizawa is SHOOKETH when you get Bakugou to calm down with little damage

• UA keeps Aizawa with class A throughout their time there bc he's so good w them and they need him fight me

• You and Kirishima are the ONLY ones who have managed to calm Bakugo down

• Lmao, you call him Bakustay

• "Baku, Baku, they always say Bakugo, but they never say bakustay."

"I could stab you. Right now. And no one would care."

• Goes along w it for your sake

• Bakugou is alternately known as sparky sparky boom man.

• Kirishima is Baby

• Mina is known as baddie 1

• Jirou is baddie 2

• Sero is Shaggy.

• Kaminari is Pikachu

• You are, eagle one.

• Aizawa is eagle two

• Code names bro- totally needed.

• At one point they ask if you and Kiri are a thing bc uh

• You are a thing but not really.

• Y'all are just really affectionate and that's OKAY

• You're just super affectionate and touchy even if you do act like you hate it sometimes you physically cannot live without it

• Cried once bc there hadnt been a group snuggle that week and you needed the touch

• You get GRUMPY if you don't get the touch you need.

• let's get this straight- you're not clingy- at least not in a bad way. You know when its appropriate and when it's not and space is given yada yada none of that's a problem

• But you need physical affection- not just from anyone (tho sometimes you'll settle for hugging Midoryia or todoroki and you exchange student friends which obviously makes bakusquad jelly) but from them. And its CLEAR when you need it.

• One day you were in a mood and you hadnt had your family goodmorning hug for kiri or mina and so on- and you had to sparr. You fought against Monoma and you Kicked. His. Ass.

• No remorse, no words, just grunts and pure ass kick.

• You came in first during that sparr day.

• Bottom line is it's really easy to tell when you've been too deprived and you need it and they'll hug you and you'll just melt its great.

• They do NOT play when it comes to your feelings. This has been established in part 1.

• They will DRAG whoever the fuck makes you sad.

• They have ZERO tolerance for it. They WILL fuck a bitch up.

• they HAVE fucked a bitch up and will GLADLY do it AGAIN

• This girl kept harassing you about where you were from, your quirk, personality, you know, the usual, and you came back to the dorms, relatively quiet one night.

• Obviously they're concerned bc you are a sarcastic ray of sunshine when you're not shy but tonight you aren't.

• And obviously they pry it out of you. And they're PISSED.

• The boys can't touch her- they'd get in serious trouble but Mina, oh mina. Mina takes no hesitation and DRAgS her.

• Teaches the girl a real nice lesson that has her crying apologies.

• The girl was not in school the next day haha

• Sleepovers with Mina on the regular.

• Doesn't matter who's dorm (though she likes your dorm better bc of how it looks)

• Jirou doesn't really like sleepovers- unless it's with Kaminari- but she'll join occasionally

• Mina likes to cuddle, doesnt matter how, as long as shes touching you

• Sleepovers to tend to lead to something else- but they don't always.

• Clothing is shared. You have a drawer in your room dedicated to clothes you've stolen. Includes:

- 2 of Kirishimas sweatshirts that he used purposefully so that you'd steal them (totally gets them back so they'll smell like him again duh)

- Three of Bakugous t-shirts that he insists he wants back but refusing to take them

- A pair of Minas shorts (These are worn regularly bc ur ass looks great)

- One of Jirous going out shirts that she really likes but likes seeing you wear

- Seros gray sweatpants (that you also wear regularly even tho they're big on you)

- Kaminaris favorite PJ shirt that he's been looking for for like 3 months

• Makes your heart go uwu

@zayenz

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nashibirne · 3 years

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Safe Haven 3

Safe Haven

A Maze Runner Fan Fiction

Pairing: Thomas / female OFC

Setting: After the end of 'TMR - Death Cure'

Summary: Thomas is dealing with the aftermath of the events since the glade and learns that falling in love can be painful

Warnings: (in this or in upcoming chapters) smut/sex/porn, swearing, mentioning of death, traumatic experiences, violence, sexual frustration, promiscuity, homosexuality, daddy-kink, oral, nsfw, 18+ readers only

Credits: TMR-Characters don't belong to me / are based on the books by James Dashner and the movies. All pictures I used for the moodboards/headers are from pinterest. If I violate any copyright please let me know and I'm going to remove the pictures. I used pictures of Blake Lively for my OFC.

Beta by the lovely @hell1129-blog Danke, Schatz!

Comments, likes and reblogs are very much appreciated.

Please don't use my work or parts of it without my permission.

Previous parts:

1 / 2

In Part 3 Thomas is going to meet his love interest... Hope you enjoy it!

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The next morning Thomas woke up early from a night full of uneasy dreams, leaving him nervous, tired and in a foul mood.

"What's up, shank? Why the long face? You're afraid the girls are gonna jump at the new alpha in town instead of swooning over you?" Minho teased him on their way to the beach.

"What are you talking 'bout, potato face?" Thomas snapped.

"Oh come on...the return of the king. I bet Joe Miller is gonna steal your crown. He's older than you, very good looking I heard. Unlike you, dogface." Minho gave him a wink. "The ladies will be all over him and you ain't getting laid no more.”

"Don't worry 'bout me." Thomas shrugged. "I won't come off badly. And what about the other guy, huh? You think he's the ugly twin the girls won't look at?" Thomas asked.

"You mean Kasey?" Minho seemed to be surprised.

"Yeah, sure."

"Well, I don't think Kasey is going to be a problem for you. At least not regarding the girls' attention." Minho said suppressing a grin.

"Really? How's that?"

"You'll see." Minho bursted out laughing, refusing to say anything more.

Half an hour later Thomas knew the reason for Minho's amusement. Kasey was anything but ugly and anything but a man. Kasey Miller was an extraordinarily attractive young woman. Her skin fair but sunkissed, her long wavy hair the color of golden, liquid honey, her eyes light green, shining bright in the sunlight. He'd always considered the romantic idea of 'love at first sight' a big pile of bullshit, but the moment she smiled at him for the first time he was proven wrong - by his heart that skipped a beat before starting to race like crazy, by all the butterflies starting to flutter in his belly, by his knees that suddenly felt like jelly.

While Vince was greeting the home-comers effusively with big bear hugs, Thomas tried desperately to regain control over his rebellious body. He wasn't nearly done when he heard Vince's deep dark voice.

"Come on, guys. Let me introduce you."

Vince spread his arms, nodding at Thomas and his friends. "These are the kids I told you about on the radio. Thomas, Minho, Gally, Brenda and Frypan. And this is Jorge. He's the one who saved their little asses countless times." He pointed his finger at each one of them.

"And here we have Joe, Kasey and their crew: Quincy, Marjorie and Carson."

There was an awkward moment of silence when both groups stared at each other. Joe was the one to break the ice. He made a step forward, waving his big hands at everyone. He was a hunk of a man, tall and handsome, suntanned skin, his dark hair buzz cut, a wild growing full beard covering half of his face, a pair of outstanding, friendly blue eyes looking at them. "Hey, guys. Nice to meet you." His smile was infectious and everybody loosened up instantly. "So you are the boy who fucked WCKD almost single-handed, huh?" he asked, turning to Thomas, nodding his head respectfully.

"Oh no, it was all of us. I couldn't have done it on my own." he answered modestly. "Nice to meet you too."

Now Kasey stepped forward, shaking everybody's hands politely with a friendly smile. When it was his turn, when their hands touched, her pale skin cool against his embarrassingly sweaty palms, Thomas felt like catching fire. He could have sworn his cheeks had the color of deep red tomatoes. "And has everybody settled in well in our little safe haven? I heard you had a really rough time before coming here." she asked. Thomas didn't utter a word, it seemed like he had lost his voice. Clearing his throat he made a weak attempt to give an answer but all that came out of his mouth was a hoarse croaking. Kasey gave him a funny look, probably asking herself if he was making fun of her or if he was just a dumbfuck.

Great, Thomas, he thought, nothing better than a good first impression.

"Yeah, the camp's pretty nice. People are cool, work's good. We're not fucking complaining." Gally obviously didn't have problems talking.

"Work?" Joe asked interested.

"Gally's the head of the construction team. Currently building your library, Kay." Vince smiled at Kasey who gave Gally an excited thumbs up. "Minho is our expert for mapping. He and his team are almost done with exploring the whole island." Vince placed a hand on the attractive, asian looking young man's shoulder. "Brenda and Jorge over there manage our driving pool and do all kinds of technical stuff. Repairing the most hopeless cases." he carried on. "And Frypan, as you may have guessed, is one of our chefs. He makes the best desserts. I gained at least 5 pounds due to this little fucker." Vince nudged Fry playfully, laughing out loud.

"And what about you?" Kasey asked Thomas, looking him straight in the eyes for the first time. Thomas coughed, taking a deep breath. "Well...I...umm...I'm in Gally's team." he managed to stammer.

"He's my best lumberjack." Gally said, flattering him because he was far from being the best. "We call him Timber." he added grinning. That was a bloody lie and a great example of Gally's strange sense of humor. "No you don't." Thomas protested. "No need to be ashamed, Timber." Minho kept the joke running. Thomas rolled his eyes at his friends

"Timber...well, the name suits you, you look very...strong."

Kasey gave him a warm smile and he knew she was trying to be polite, because he really wasn't a muscleman, but actually she made him feel like shit. The whole situation made him feel small and useless. Every single one of his friends had an important job with lots of responsibility. He was the only exception. But when they had come to the camp he had been so sick of being a leader, of making decisions, of being responsible, reasonable, mature, important. So he'd gladly joined Gally's team as a simple labourer without a second thought, fully aware that he left Vince disappointed, who wanted him to be part of the camp's leadership together with him, Jorge and a handful of the other older camp members.

"So Gally, would you show me the library please? I'm so looking forward to equipping it and opening it as soon as possible." Kasey asked.

"Anytime." Gally said. "We're still working on the roof and the bookshelves, but you can come to take a look whenever you want."

"Okay, I want to see the hospital and the school too." Joe threw in. "Why don't you give us an hour to move back into our shacks and then we'll meet up at the headquarter and you give us a little tour, Vince. There must have been quite a few changes over the last seven months." Joe smiled, shouldering his duffle bag.

"Sounds like a plan." Vince nodded. "We better get going, your arrival has been noticed. We don't have time now for a welcome party" he added, pointing at a crowd of camp members that was on the way to the beach. "Yeah, let's go." Kasey agreed and their little meeting came to an end.

Almost three hours later Thomas heard them coming, when he was standing on a ladder, thatching the library's roof with Gally. Gally climbed down from the roof smoothly, cleaning his dirty hands on his trousers.

"Welcome" he said, holding the entrance door open for Vince, Kasey and Joe. Thomas followed them, his legs wobbly again, listening to Gally's explanations.

Kasey seemed to like what she saw. She was beaming, running around, touching the walls and the half-ready book shelves, chattering about what she was planning for the place like an excited child. When she was talking about all the work that was awaiting her, she seemed a little worried.

"I really gonna need someone to help me with all this. I can never do it on my own. Maybe you can find me a volunteer, Vince?"

"I volunteer!" Thomas blurted out, his heart racing at double speed, his hand shooting up.

"You?" Kasey didn't try to hide her surprise. "I'm gonna need someone who can start tomorrow. And who has a lot of passion and is willing to do not only one job but many. It's not only carrying books around, it's also sorting them through, reading part of them and even writing short summaries for the card index."

God, Thomas thought embarrassed, she thinks I'm a lame-brain.

"Oh, our little Casanova here has a lot of passion and loves all different kinds of jobs." Gally grinned not even trying to hide the innuendo.

Fuck you, Gally, Thomas cursed internally, but he smiled along like a fool anyway.

"Passion for books I mean." Kasey said with a frown, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, I love books."

"Really?"

"Absolutely." Thomas lied without batting an eyelid.

"Okay. But I wouldn't wanna steal your best lumberjack." she turned to Gally, playing her last trump card.

"Don't worry, we'll be fine. Letting him do such simple work is a fucking waste of potential anyway. He's too smart for a lumberjack." He slapped Thomas on the back, making him stumble forward. "It's high time you start using your brain again, Timber. You seem to become an idiot lately." Gally gave him a friendly wink and Thomas smiled at him thankfully.

"Well then, that's settled." Vince said, a big smile spreading on his face.

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#tmr thomas x oc #thomas x mc #tmr thomas #tmr fanfic #tmr fandom #dylan o'brien #the maze runner #tomuary

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writingbakery · 5 years

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Happy Halloween, You’re The Only Sugar I Need

[i didn’t have a lot of time to come up with halloween ideas, so have these cute lil hc’s about what it would be like to trick or treat with the bnha babies!💓]

*☆*ﾟ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ

Izuku Midoriya

did someone say couple costumes?

plans his costume out in july, and has it perfect by august

he knows all the best routes and houses like the back of his hand - nothing but full size candy bars for his baby (you💓) duh!

no haunted houses for him, he just wants to hold your hand as you walk through the neighborhood

he’s the most fair when it comes to candy negotiations, offering up two skittles bags for one set of jelly chew jolly ranchers and making sure the butterfingers were evenly divided

since he’s an expert on trick or treating (your words not his, he blushes for a full thirty minutes after you tell him) you’re both home fairly early, only out a little under an hour

which means: halloween jammies, takeout, and all your halloween candy piled up on the table while you watch spooky godmother together <3

and perhaps there’s a heated makeout session that ends with your hands down the front of his onesie ;)

Katsuki Bakugo

he always wants to go as something horrifically extra - he pretends it’s all your idea, but you know he’s been pinterest scrolling it for a solid month

his goal is quantity over quality here; the more candy he has the better, so you’re both hitting every neighborhood till the streetlights flicker on

he also wants to do every “haunted house” he spots along the way, dragging you in to suffer with him

he likes the spook

you’re out the latest, but it’s still fun - mainly because you’d convinced him to piggy back carry you home after

he’s fair but strict in his candy negotiations - he won’t let you cheat him out of a full sized kitkat bar just because you’re adorable his s/o. he requires at least three kisses and two mini crunch bars in exchange

you watch endless slasher films and bad horror classics, and cuddle under the biggest fluffiest blanket you own

somewhere during the “scary movie” series he’s got you pinned, kissing a hot trail up your neck and there goes the movie session ;)

Hanta Sero

hanta 1000% wants to do meme couple costumes, and you’re whipped for his smile, so-

plans his costume out a while back, but procrastinates getting it together until two days before (and yet, it still looks amazing?)

doesn’t really have a route or plan in mind, he just wants to wander around holding hands and kissing every time you see a pumpkin (like punch buggy but sweeter <3)

he’s honestly probably the most confusing with his candy negotiations - “how does a mini snickers and a bag of pretzels equal a york patty, hanta?”

the boy has weird candy tastes but you love him anyways

you’re out a decent amount of time, a little over an hour & change

he wants to watch every cult classic horror film ever, so prepare not to sleep

halfway through he’s too busy smiling with his tongue in your mouth though, so its a win in your book ;)

Hitoshi Shinso

hitoshi always wants to go as some super obscure film or literary pair

he’s not too early in his planning, or too late. he finishes his costume with time to spare but he doesn’t rush, either

he’s not keen on being out too late but he indulges you for a bit, sneaking kisses here and there

he’s not big on candy either, so he ends up giving you most of his basket anyway - although there’s certain things he won’t part with.

“you’re serious? i cant even have one?”

“no. all the reese’s cups are mine, & that’s final.”

you’ll get smooches because he feels bad

you’ll spend the rest of the evening with your head on his chest, listening to him read you Poe snuggled under a blanket with tea.

and halfway through lady ligeria his hands will creep up the back of your sweater, and suddenly you’re doing much more kissing than reading ;)

Yaoyorozu Momo

momo definitely wants to do something elegant and fancy with you for costumes

she gets everything tailored and ready weeks in advance, duh

momo’s house is the one giving out full sized candy bars, so is trick or treating even necessary? yes it is

you spend about an hour giggling and sharing a candy basket, everyone awwing over the pair of you

there’s no candy negotiations because you share <3

you play board games with the charlie brown halloween special in the background

she wins every time that girl’s a menace

“since i’ve won twenty four of our twenty six games, i’ll be claiming my prize now.”

her prize is kissing you senseless on the floor, smiling into each other’s mouths with wandering hands ;)

Tsuyu Asui

dorky costumes? dorky costumes. think dorothy and the tin man, but cute

she plans both your costumes in advance cause she’s just that amazing

you’re out almost as late as possible only because tsu gets excited everytime she sees a decorated house and you’re soft for her

candy negotiations with her are tough; she plays hard to please and you both like too many of the same candies

you end up sharing anyways

halloween movies with tsu are a big mess of funny to scary to animated to wholesome - she loves all of them and you love her, so you’re watching everything

you’re cuddled up in a blanket fort, snuggled into a heap of blankets and it’s so comfortable that you almost fall asleep halfway through poltergeist

until tsuyu starts kissing her way up the sensitive skin of your back, and suddenly kissing is the only thing on your mind ;)

Ojiro Mashirao

he always wants to do a cutesy/romantic couples costume, he’s your prince charming without fail

the two of you work on your costumes together well before halloween - he calls it couple bonding like the cutie he is

you’re not out too late, mostly because you have too many activities planned for when you’re back home

there is no candy negotiation with ojiro; he gives you your favorites and steals your pretzels and m&m’s without a word

you carve pumpkins even though you already have six, make candy apples, and finally snuggle together on the couch to watch some cheesy halloween hallmark specials

he makes you both hot chocolate with plenty of mini marshmallows <3

by the end of the second sappy film you’re licking the chocolate out of his mouth, and he’s only complaining a little

“but (y/n), she’s about to leave it all behind for the lovestruck farmer!”

Eijiro Kirishima

kiri loves halloween, so he’ll gladly be the counterpart to any costume you choose

he’s definitely a procrastinator though, only finishing it the day of

he’s so excited and hyper that you spend nearly two hours trick or treating, being dragged by holding hands with kiri as he marvels at the tiniest of things

he’s the worst at candy negotiations - he’s so soft for you that he’d give you anything you asked, and he’s a sucker for all types of candy so he’s way too easy to please

“sure baby, you can have my crunch bar and my twix for the nerds.”

“eiji those are both full size candy bars-“

“so?”

he wants to watch the scariest of movies because he’s manly, of course, and he promises to protect you from anything too frightening

he ends up curled into your arms, peering at the screen through his fingers and you’re trying really hard not to laugh

distractions come in the form of kisses, though, and soon he’s too busy nipping at the son of your neck to pay attention to the terrifying film ;)

Tamaki Amajiki

tamaki definitely wants to do cheesy pop culture costumes with you - he spends most of his time reading or watching it

his nerves about the whole thing make him finish his costume way too early, but it’s cute

once he’s in costume though, he gains a sort of confidence - he’s somebody who’s not him for a little while, and he boldly holds your hands and kisses your cheek as you wander

tamaki loves candy, so negotiations are difficult - but he loves you a lot more, so he parts with some of his precious stash

you decide on reading scary stories to each other, sitting with your back against his chest in the big armchair, by the fireplace

it’s warm and cozy and you could almost fall asleep like this, until tamaki’s voice wavers as you shift in his lap

the book is quickly forgotten about as you make out softly, and maybe the costume gets a little shredded. oops ;)

Mirio Togata

mirio will literally dress up as anything as long as you match with him

he insists you plan together, takes all of your thoughts into consideration; this is a team effort!

he doesn’t want to be out too late but he can’t help himself, he wants to show you everything

plus he keeps running into people he knows and he wants to show you off

he splits all his candy evenly with you; you’re his baby, he’d give you his kidney if you asked

he’s one for paranormal movies, he gets so wrapped up in the plotlines it’s almost funny

“okay but if i were a ghost, i’d haunt people in the fun way. like, we’d play games or something.”

“you’d make a very nice ghost, babe.”

he gets so caught up in the movies though that he doesn’t even realize when you pounce, tickling him to draw his attention again

it quickly turns from tickles to kisses and kisses to nibbles and suddenly he’s not thinking about ghosts at all ;)

Nejire Hado

the poor baby’s so excited she can’t even choose a costume, so you end up deciding

she’s very involved in the process though, helping out any way she can

trick or treating with nejire is like going with a hyperactive six year old, but it’s adorable. she drags you around for hours

“look! that pumpkins as big as my head! let’s take a picture!”

she’s a candy addict, good luck trying to negotiate any sort of trade. she steals yours when you aren’t looking

you totally notice but you indulge her

you’re watching a movie, making cookies, and playing a board game all at once when you get home

she’s so excited she can’t even sit still, bouncing from activity to activity until you give up and pull her in for a kiss

you get so distracted you forget all about the cookies ;)

“NO! MY PRECIOUS SUGAR PUMPKIN BABIES!”

Uraraka Ochaco

she’s had your costumes planned since last halloween

“but we’ve only been dating four mo-“

“shush and try this on.”

she’s running around the neighborhood with you for hours, isn’t even tired

another big candy thief, shamelessly digging in your basket but she’s cute so you allow it

wants to watch all the sappy halloween movies and compare you guys to the main characters

“that’s so us, oh my god.”

“he’s a baker. and she’s in real estate.”

“it’s us!! im the baker though.”

drinking lots of spiced cider and giving out leftover candy to the few stragglers, she’s got a soft spot for them

lots of cheesy, silly kisses as you cuddle

she’s easily distracted though, kissing down your cheek to your jaw, neck and oops! the movies long forgotten ;)

Denki Kaminari

another meme costumer, but he also wants to look cool. it’s a tricky balance

he keeps putting off getting his costume together, and then he forgets, and then he’s calling you frantic the night before for assistance

he’s a little more relaxed as you walk through the neighborhood, but that’s only because he’s waiting for everyone to discover the pranks he’d set up beforehand

needless to say, trick or treating ends early before he can be murdered

denki’s a candy whore, but he’s willing to make negotiations with you as long as he gets kisses out of it - which you take advantage of to get all his good stuff

you’re curled up together watching nightmare before christmas, a tradition between you because you’d argued for a week straight about whether it was a halloween or christmas movie

the compromise is that you watch it on both holidays

he gets bored after twenty minutes though, restless like always and before you know it he’s kissing wherever he can reach

the movie’s ignored for the rest of the night as the pair of you kiss and giggle and get a little carried away ;)

Mina Ashido

she’s all over the place with her planning but she definitely wants to do something complicated - she loves going all out!

she needs your help to stay on task but your costumes are finished in a decent enough amount of time

first you’re trick or treating, then you’re pulling pranks with denki, then you’re chasing the neighborhood kids around in a silly game of tag - you’re doing so much that you don’t even realize how late it’s gotten

at home she’s still got all that wild excited energy so you make pumpkin pie together despite the hour, making stupid jokes and flicking flour at one another

“if this sticks in my hair you’re dead, (y/n)!”

“love you too, princess.”

somewhere between baking and eating the pie you start making out against the counter, and there’s definitely flour handprints all over the both of you ;)

Mezo Shoji

shoji likes halloween, but he lets you pick out the costumes - he wants you to have a good time!

he’s very helpful throughout the entire process of getting the costumes ready, and you’re done in no time

he lets you drag him all around, using the majority of his arms to carry extra candy baskets - it’s not cheating the system because everyone thinks it’s part of his costume, and there’s six times as much candy now!

he gives the majority of it to you once you’re home again to see you smile - it has been his plan all along to drown you in excess candy, and you’re not complaining

he gets an equal amount of kisses in return

you spend the evening helping the local kids collect as much candy as they can, and shouji makes it his job to escort all the children that are scared up to every house so they don’t miss out

he gets a whole lot more than kisses for that, but who can blame you? your boyfriend was just too sweet for his own good

“i think you’re the only sugar i need, (y/n).”

“you flirt. kiss me again.” ;)

Tokoyami Fumikage

whenever halloween comes around, he goes big. all out. ridiculously detailed, amazing costumes

you help as much as you can, but he’s in his element; he handles most of it himself

his excitement isn’t obvious, but you can see it in the way he slightly pulls you along as you wander. it’s downright adorable

dark shadow is also having the time of his life, popping up to make snarky comments at passrersby and steal candy whenever possible

“god, did she pull that costume off of last years clearance rack?”

“dark shadow, enough.”

he’s not wrong though

candy negotiations are done through dark shadow - your boyfriend would’ve given you all the good stuff without questioning it, and his counterpart can’t have that

you end up sitting outside to watch the stars, tokoyami cuddled into your chest and all it takes is a few well placed kisses to his plumage to have dark shadow sweep you up and take you right inside for some evening fun ;)

[i tried to write as many as i could, i hope you all enjoy bbs! happy halloween 🎃 🧡]

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bbrandy2002 · 4 years

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Happy Birthday @jessiembruno

Wacky Drabble 32: Papi Had A Rollin Stone

Prompt: I never lied to you.

Liam, Jessica, Leo, and Drake

It’s been a loooooong time since I wrote one of these. I just had to make time for this lovely friend who I first read and met when we were among only a handful who posted the very first wacky drabbles for @emceesynonymroll last summer

Jessie gave me ideas for plots and scenarios she wanted me to write for her…mostly revolving around, her Leo, who I freaking adore. It will not be anywhere close to as good or funny as she writes Leo, but I gave it my best effort. The best I could guess when it comes to writing for him is, anything goes. If it popped into my head, I had none of my usual reservations and just typed it out…lol

Jess, you are one of the sweetest and funniest people I’ve met here. I’m so glad to call you a friend. I hope you have an awesome birthday!!!

***This was soooo inspired by a FRIENDS episode and some of the dialogue comes from it, with some creative differences to accommodate Drake and Leo’s part. (The One Where Phoebe Gives Birth).

THE PALACE–CORDONIA

Liam had grown tired of the neverending, annoying pregnancy symptoms. Nine months of mood swings, weird midnight cravings, stealing his shirts because nothing else fit anymore, waking up at all hours of the night because of a bad dream about the baby, and the constant crying at the drop of a hat.

Leo had become too much.

When it came to pregnant Jessica, Liam would bend over backward to make her comfortable; he was surprised that he rarely had to. She possessed that strong Garcia blood in her veins with a tenacity and strength that left him in awe of her.

Leo, however, had become an even bigger pain in his ass since Jessica announced her pregnancy. From the beginning, Leo had inserted himself into every facet of the pregnancy; from claiming equal importance, referred to the baby as “our baby,“ fought with him over feeling the baby’s first kicks, and considered Liam – the baby’s father – the third wheel.

Sympathy pains were just one of his latest nuisances to pop up.

Liam walked back to his quarters after a long, arduous day in the office. He was exhausted from a lack of sleep after Leo woke him up last night with indigestion. Liam questioned why Leo would enter his quarters, walked past the kitchen and awakened him for a glass of milk at midnight. Apparently, Leo wanted to also be held and reassured the baby would be okay. Jessica offered to get up with him but Liam insisted she stay in bed and rest and he would take care of his brother. He really wanted to take care of his brother.

Leo cried to him for three hours, wondering if he was still desirable and sexy before he finally fell asleep on the couch.

Liam wanted the old Leo back … the one who used his credit card to buy everyone at that Greek bar a drink without him knowing, who got him sloppy drunk and married him off to a stranger – that he also had a threesome with that bride on the same night – who had caught Liam masturbating into Jessica’s shoe while he cried his eyes out over her. He would gladly take back that Leo. This newest Leo was weird as fuck.

Liam pulled out the key card to his quarters, swiped it through the keypad, and had just opened the door when he heard his name being called from behind him. A member of the maintenance staff approached with several white take-out bags stuffed with styrofoam containers.

“What is all this?” Liam asked curiously of the elder man who he once caught in the laundry room with Regina, holding two large hamsters and a container of Crisco.

“Sir, I have a DoorDash from … let me seeee … Pickled Pink, for Queen Jessica and Prince Leo.” The man shifted the large bags around in his arms then passed the heavy load over to Liam.

Liam looked over the bags that he struggled to carry in his arms and hoped Jessica’s pelvis was wide enough to birth their inevitable 30-pound baby after eating all this food. His pants started to tighten just thinking about Jessica’s even more curvaceous hips. A lot more cushion meant even tighter pushin. The guard noticed and began to wonder if it was he who was making the king salivate and bulge in his pants.

”Your Majesty,” he stated with a suggestive tone, “I’ve got a couple of minutes to burn if you wanna … you know.” The maintenance man repeatedly thrust his tongue into the inside of his cheek and wiggled his eyebrows.

“GOD NO!! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!! AND STAY THE HELL OUT OF MY LAUNDRY ROOM!”

While doing a balancing act with Leo and Jessica’s DoorDash, Liam turned and nudged the door open with his shoulder. After entering his quarters, he turned the corner into the living room.

“Squeeze … hold … release … and squeeze … hold … release …”

Liam’s eyes went wide when he saw Leo and Jessica sitting on the floor, their backs leaned against the front of the couch and their legs stretched out in front of them. Scattered around them were several empty containers of Chinese, boxes of pizzas, what appeared to be Dorito taco bowls, bags of peanut M&M’s dispersed across the floor, and half-empty glasses of strawberry milkshakes.

With their eyes closed in full concentration mode, they hadn’t noticed Liam was standing there, glaring at them in bewilderment.

Leo’s measured voice continued to call out. “Squeeze … and hold … and release …”

“What the fuck happened in here and what are you two doing?”

Leo’s eyes popped open and he looked to his younger brother, answering matter-of-factly. “Just what it looks like, pendejo - we’re doing our Kegels.”

Liam furrowed his brow. “Leo … you don’t have a … uhh …”

Leo rolled his eyes and huffed exaggeratingly. “Don’t need it; Papi Chulo likes to keep the Big Mushroom thick and robust. Watch what I can do.” Leo leaned over to the end table and picked up a paperweight. He placed it on the crotch of his gym shorts, moved his hands to the side, and started moving it up and down with only his carajo. “I can lift a brick with this power tool … pretty impressive, huh? Ohhh is that my fried pickles?

Liam grimaced and shook his head – somewhat in disgust of watching his brother power lift his great-grandfather’s paperweight with his dick, and the other part from the increased food consumption.

“You ordered all 10 of these fried pickle containers for yourself?”

“God, Liam, no! Do you think I’m some kind of animal? One of them is for Jessica.”

“Yeah, that’s … that’s much better.” Liam replied sardonically before he dropped all of the bags onto Leo’s lap and watched in disgust as he and Jessica began to ravage through them.

Liam slid a pizza box to the side and cleared a path of garbage to walk over to Jessica, who smiled at him with a mouthful of fried pickles. He bent down and placed a kiss on the top of her forehead. “Kegels, huh?” He smirked a twinkle in his bright blue eyes, getting charged over the prospect of her tightness around him. “I’ll try to forget the fact that you’re doing them with … my brother.”

Jessica chewed and swallowed hard, while Liam’s thumb wiped the ranch dressing from the corner of her mouth. “He’s a good workout partner, Liam. Drake never wants to do Kegels with me anymore.”

Leo laughed out loud with a mouthful of food that flew everywhere. “That’s because Drake is already a pussy!”

Liam crouched down beside Jessica and took hold of both of her greasy hands. “Come on, love, let’s get you off the floor and somewhere more comfortable.”

As Liam pulled her up from the floor, Jessica felt a gush of fluid stream down her legs, leaving a very visible wet mark down the insides of her yoga pants.

Jessica peeked down and saw the remnants of wetness left behind. She looked back up at Liam. “Shit! I think my water just broke!!”

Without warning or hesitation, a frantic Leo tossed his food aside, jumped up, and shoved Liam out of the way. “Oh, God! It’s HAPPENING!! The baby is coming now?! I haven’t sterilized the apartment yet! We haven’t checked the durability of your nipples! The mucus plug is still intact! How will the baby come out now?!?! Oh, the fucken humanity!!!” Leo glanced down to the ground where a stunned Liam was hunched over on all fours. “Dammit! Liam now isn’t the time to lay around! Call for a fucken car … our baby is coming!!”

“LEO!!!” Liam shouted while he pushed himself up from the floor and wrapped his arms protectively around Jessica.

Liam instructed Leo to get Drake and have the white Navigator ready out front while he took Jess upstairs to change and clean up.

Leo nodded to Liam, called him a jizzslobber, and agreed to do exactly as he was told. After Leo ran and slid out the door of his quarters, Liam pulled the phone from the inside of his suit pocket and hit the contact for Bastien. “Bastien, I need you to meet Jessica and me in the black Navigator parked in the service garage, ASAP.”

Jessica rubbed her hands over her swollen tummy as she walked with Liam up the stairs and turned to him “I thought you told Leo we were taking the white one?”

Liam grinned wide. “Change of plans, my love.”

SERVICE GARAGE-PALACE

After Liam helped Jessica clean up and change, he grabbed their hospital bag and climbed inside the black SUV where Bastien was waiting. Just as they pull out of the gates, Leo and Drake popped their heads up from the third-row seat. “AHA!!! I knew it!!”

Startled, Liam twisted around to face him. “Leo! What the fuck are you doing in here? I told you to get the white SUV.”

Leo crossed his arms on the back of Liam’s seat and sneered at him. “I knew you were trying to pull some fast shit. You didn’t look me in the eyes, little brother, and you were squirmy as fuck. Everyone knows that’s the telltale sign of lying. I’ve never lied to you, except that one time I told you it was Drake that left the KY jelly and anal plug in your office desk. They were mine. Besides, Jessica texted me and told me your plan about the switcheroo. The lies keep piling up, Liam. It’s like I don’t even know who you are anymore.”

Liam clenched his jaw and turned to Jessica. “Why would you tell him that, love?”

Jessica shrugged. “He’s my focal point for breathing. I need him.”

Drake ran a hand down his face and spoke up. “How the fuck did I get dragged into this? I swear to God if I see your snatch, Garcia, I’m gonna fucken annihilate your focal point.”

Liam snapped his head toward Drake and gawked. “NO ONE IS SEEING JESSICA’S … PRIVATE AREA!”

Leo flicked his hand dismissively and patted Jessica on the shoulder. “Don’t listen to him, Jess. Remember … listen to my voice … find your inner sanctum … your aura perimeter…ooohhhhhmmmm.” He closed his eyes and placed his hands near both sides of his head with his middle fingers touching his thumbs. “Oohhhhmmmmm …”

Drake smacked a hand to his own forehead before he shouted, “Bastien!! Let me out of this fucken SUV! I’m not listening to this fucken shit all the way there. I’ll fucken walk the rest of the way.”

Before Bastien could acknowledge him, Jessica plunged forward and clutched her stomach. “Owwwww! I think I’m having a contraction!!!”

This only made Leo go louder. “OOOHHHHHHMMMMMMM.”

Liam reached for Jessica’s hand and squeezed it tighter. “It’s okay, love. I’m here. Listen to MY voice.”

It was a continuous cycle of, “Ooohhhmmm”s” and “Owwww’’s” and “Let me the fuck outs” and “It’s okay, my love’s” all the way to the hospital.

CORDONIA MEMORIAL HOSPITAL

The SUV pulled into the private entrance of the hospital where paparazzi were already waiting.

Liam stepped out, cursing to himself over the assumed leak to the press, and helped Jessica slide out his side of the vehicle.

Bastien and Drake immediately began shuffling the crowds to the side and yelling at them to get back.

Leo followed closely behind Jessica and Liam and reached into his pants pocket. “Hey, Liam!” he yelled.

Liam turned to face him. “What?”

Leo threw a pink glitter bomb that landed squarely in the middle of Liam’s chest, which created a sparkly poof of epic proportions around him.

Liam started coughing ferociously and rubbed his itchy eyes. “Leo! You motherfucker! Why in the blue hell did you just do that?” He continued to cough and wipe the shit ton of pink glitter that was plastered on his shirt and spread into his golden hair.

Jessica covered her face while she snickered uncontrollably. “You really got him good, Leo.”

Leo swiped the air around him to avoid the tiny particles of glitter floating through the breeze. “Look, man, it was getting entirely too serious back there. Jessica and my gummy bear need a stress free aura perimeter. See how happy she looks now?”

Jessica picked a piece of the glitter off her tongue and wiped it on Liam’s shirt: “I do feel happier now that my aura perimeter has become more sparkly. Thanks, Leo!”

Leo stood taller and winked at his brother. “Told ya!”

Liam shook his head and let out a heavy, sigh. “Let’s just get in here … and both of you leave your damn aura perimeters outside!”

MATERNITY WING –EXAM ROOM

Inside the exam room, Jessica was dressed in a hospital gown and laid on the bed hooked up to the monitors. Liam was at one side stroking her hair, and of course, Leo was on the other side drawing faces with boobs on balloons he made of out of latex gloves and assigned each one hooker names from Cordonian nobles. Musty Madeleine, Hootered Hana, and Deepthroat Savannah. The last one was, Choke-A-Bitch Bertrand – their spoon lovin pimp.

Jessica felt another sharp pain spread across her stomach and bore down harder onto Liam’s hand. “ FUCK!!!! THIS HURTS!!!”

Liam’s face fell into her busting cleavage and yelped, “ Love, my hand..my hand…my hand!”

Leo was getting frustrated by the wait and swept aside his lineup of rubber hookers and the one peculiar-looking pimp. “Wheres the fucken doctor at? Gummy bear could be coming out right now and no one is here to catch her. I guess I’ll have to save our baby!! Leo shuffled to the end of the bed and started to lift the sheet that draped over Jessica’s leg before Liam yelled for him to stop.

“Fucken Liam! You’re supposed to be ohming and not yelling at me!”

“Fuck your ohhhmm bullshit, Leo! It’s stupid anyway.”

Leo shifted his posture and took a more defensive stance. “Take it back Liam…I mean it.”

“Go ohm yourself, Leo.”

Jessica gripped the sides of her bed and yelled out, “IM STILL IN PAIN!!! AHHHHH!”

Leo suddenly felt a ripping pain and grasped his lower stomach before he fell to his knees. “AHHHHHHH! What the hell is that?”

Liam massaged soothing circles over Jessica’s arm, deliberately ignoring the fact that Leo had just crumpled to the floor. “Sweetheart, I love you so much, just breathe through the pain.”

Leo cried out, “I’m trying, but it’s not helping…ahhhhhh!!”

Liam had become frustrated with Leo long before this day began but now felt he was taking these sympathy pains to the extreme.

Drake knocked on the door and slowly inched his way in while covering his eyes with his hand. “ Everything okay, you guys? Thought I heard a fucken hyena in here.”

Leo tried to stand, but the pain ripped through him even more, causing him to lurch back to the ground. “ Ahhh! It’s this pain in my lower stomach. I knew I shouldn’t have fucked that cashier in a White Castle bathroom without a rubber!!!”

Liam could tell by his brother’s writhing in the fetal position on the floor that he really was in a lot of pain. On the flip side, this would be the perfect opportunity to get Leo the hell out of here. He cleared his throat, “Drake, would you mind taking Leo to get checked out? I’m really concerned about him.”

Drake lowered the hand that covered his eyes and his gaze immediately fell on Leo. “You gotta be fucken kidding me? There’s nothing wrong with this douchebag that a few days worth of strong antibiotics and ointments wouldn’t clear up.”

“NO! I have to be here for the birth of our baby! If she sees Liam’s ass chin before I can prepare her, the results could be disastrous!”

Liam scrunched up his face and placed a finger over his chin. He didn’t have an ass chin and had no idea what the hell Leo was talking about. With a desperate look in his eyes, he turned to his oldest friend. “Please, Drake.”

Drake pinched his nose for a moment then dropped his hand to his side to reluctantly approach Leo and help him up. “Fuck it! Come on.” He placed one of Leo’s arms around his neck then Drake wrapped his arm around the sides of his waist and led him to the door; Leo shouted Spanish, and what sounded like a cricket in his ear the entire way. As they made their way past Liam, Leo stopped long enough to give his brother some last-minute advice before he parted. “She’s not wearing a bra or panties right now, hombre. I packed an extra shoe in her bag in case your kinky ass needs to choke your monkey. Kapeesh?”

CORDONIA MEMORIAL HOSPITAL-EMERGENCY ROOM

Leo was lying partially on his side, holding his stomach, while Drake stood next to the head of his hospital bed. A doctor studied an x-ray that hung to a viewer on the far wall, then flipped the light off of it, removed the film and turned to face Leo and Drake.

Leo glared at the doctor, “What is it, doctor? You can tell me. I can take it…is it The Clap? Its the Clap isn’t it? Oh God! I got The Clap, Drake!! Why does all the bad shit happen to me?”

“Don’t talk to me, Leo,” Drake groaned.

The doctor inched closer to the men, “Mr. Rhys…its not..the clap…I’m afraid you have kidney stones.”

“What? Kidney stones? Is that like slang for Gonorrhea?”

“No, sir. Its slang for kidney stones.”

Leo returned a half-hearted smile. “Doctor…Wh…what else could it be?”

“Kidney stones.”

“Orrrr?”

“Kidney stones.”

“But if it was something else…”

Drake had finally had enough of the back-and-forth exchange and yelled out, “Its fucken kidney stones Leo! You’ve got rocks in your pee-pee man!”

Leo’s eyes widened and his gaze went from Drake and back to the doctor.” Is that true? How do I get them out doc? I can’t be smashing some chics ass with rocks weighing down my Papi cock, I got a rep to maintain.”

The doctor regarded him thoughtfully. “Ordinarily, we try to break the stones up with shock waves, but yours are too close to the bladder. This means we can either wait for you to pass them … or … we can go up the urethra.

Drake began to chuckle before he clapped Leo on the shoulder. “You are sooo fucked dude.”

Leo shrugged Drake’s hand off of him and shook his head. “FUCK THAT! NOTHING IS GOING UP ANYTHING. UP IS NOT AN OPTION…WAIT…WHATS A URETHRA?

“It’s the hole you piss out of, man.”

Leo’s head snapped back to the doctor. “ ARE YOU FUCKEN CRAZY?!”

30 minutes later

Leo was screaming on the bed while he jerked Drake around in a headlock. “Ohh! Get these things out of me!”

“Breathe! Breathe through the fucken pain, Leo!” Drake instructed while Leo continued to bounce his head around.

“I want the drugs, Drake! I want the drugs!” he cried out while rocking back and forth, taking Drake with him.

“I do too! I do too!”

5 more minutes later

Leo was laying back on his pillow, recovering from one of the most painful experiences of his life as he sought to catch his breath. “Oh my God.”

Drake squeezed Leo’s arm with a look of pride in his eyes. “You did it, man. That was fucken incredible, Leo!”

The doctor approached the two with a small, clear contain that held the two kidney stones Leo had just passed. He shook it in front of him, “Would you like to see them?”

Leo nodded and reached out to take it from him. He held them in front of his face and Drake leaned in closer to get a better look. Leo smiled at them. “They’re so small, Drake.”

A knock on the door pulled the two men from their attention on the tiny, ragged stones Leo held affectionately in his hand. They looked up to see Liam entering the room.

“Hey! I heard what happened. Are you okay, Leo?:

“Yeah. My dick hurts like a motherfucker, but in the end –” he held up the container, “–I have these two little cuties to show for it.”

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bangcrizpychan · 4 years

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Tainted Daisies | iii. Click!

Chapters: | prologue | i | ii | iii | iv | v | vi | vii | viii | ix | x | xi | epilogue |

Genre: psychological thriller, angst, mystery, crime, rich kid!stray kids au, college!au, slow burn

Word count: 2.5k

Ratings: 16+

⚠WARNINGS: graphic gore, violence, blood, character death, mentions of drug usage, swear words

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You woke up in cold sweat, thirst burned your throat as you hurried towards the refrigerator, knees feeling like jelly. You gulped down the entire glass pitcher as you slowly slid down with your back against the fridge.

Everything seemed like a blur to you, confusion filled your mind as you finally realized that you were back home. You looked at the clock and it read '15:05'.

'Was that all just a dream last night?' You thought.

Your eyes traveled down to your wrists and they widened in horror, red marks that were clearly caused by friction were etched on them. You clutched your head as small pieces of memory started to form in your brain.

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The feeling of nausea flooded you as you slowly opened your eyes, you wanted to hold your head but your hands seemed to be restricted. You waited for your visions to clear up and you saw that you were at an unfamiliar place, there was a raggedy old bed in the corner, a table next to it, a small television, and a pile of clothes by the door that was ajar. The place was small and the only source of light was the lamp hanging above you.

"You're awake," a raspy voice came from the door and you blinked many times to focus your visions.

A man emerged from the shadows and you felt like a bucket of cold water was poured over you. The clothes he was wearing was the same as the one you glimpsed at yesterday on the busy street, you felt tears trickle down your face as he walked closer, taunting you with every step.

He stepped into the light and you finally saw his face, it had a huge burn mark on the right side, he was smiling at you but he had a missing tooth on the front, although it was his eyes that sent shivers down your spine. It was empty, cold, but most of all, it had a deranged look in it.

"Why are you crying? You knew that I will be coming for you," he said as he reached out his slender hand and touched your face.

"Please, why are you doing this?" You choked, tears streamed down your face as fear finally took control of your body.

"Oh, you are getting good at this," he said and released a maniacally laugh that echoed all throughout the room.

"Y/n!" your train of thoughts abruptly stopped when you heard your name, you looked at the distance and saw Seungmin, with Jeongin by his side walking towards your way. You quickly turned on your heel and scurried away from them, you thanked the crowd of students that drowned you. It was Saturday but you were required to come back to school for the freshmen orientation and introduction of different clubs and orientation, which made you wonder why they were even here in the first place.

You did not pay any attention to the orientation at all because you mostly found these kind of things tedious, when the president of the university finished giving off his closing remarks, you were instructed to go to the lobby and were encouraged to join clubs and organizations. You have decided to stay for a little while and tried to avoid your friends as much as possible.

As you were strolling around the lobby, taking a look behind you once in awhile, you suddenly bumped into someone and a sound books hitting the floor rang in your ears, you rubbed your head and looked at who you just hit.

"Oh, you're Rei, right?" you said at the girl, as you remmbered her as the one Seungmin mentioned yesterday.

"Um, yeah, and you're the new girl," Rei said, biting her lip and tucking a strand of her brown hair behind her ear.

"You're classmates with Sengmin, right? So that means you're not a freshman," you said as you helped her pick up her books.

"Yeah, we're in charge of the photography club so," she said, looking down, and you noticed that her shy demeanor was the sign that she no longer wanted to have a conversation with you.

You decided to not pry anymore and let her go as you handed her the rest of her books, she trotted away and you thought about checking out some of the other clubs. You felt an arm grab yours which caused you to release a yelp and follow your instincts by pushing the person away.

"Woah, it's just me," Chan raised his hands up in surrender and gave you a toothy grin that showed his dimple. You muttered an apology and took a deep breath to steady yourself.

"Are you avoiding someone?" Chan asked out of the blue which caught you off guard.

"No, why would you say that?"

"You have that look of paranoia written all over your face," he said and you couldn't help but release a laugh because you felt that you really were bad at pretending.

"Chocolate?" Chan offered you a piece and you gladly took it, you looked at Chan and the world seemed to stop around you, the shuffling of people were blurred and your focus was only on Chan.

You realized that you did not really take a good look at him during your conversation with him at Felix's party yesterday, but with him standing only a meter away from you, it was his eyes that caught yours. It was dark, cold, and mysterious, but it only made you crave to know him even more. You caught yourself thinking about how his eyes would ravish you and your cheeks turned crimson red.

"Your face is red, do you have a fever?" Chan asked as he raised his right hand to touch your forehead. You backed away and played with the hem of your shirt while biting your lower lip, you opened your mouth to say something but Jeongin's voice cut you off.

"Hey, Y/n," you looked behind you and immediately looked down, ashamed of what he would probably think because you avoided him and Seungmin the whole afternoon.

"I know you're avoiding us, if we ever did something wrong, I'm sorry for that," Jeongin said and guilt pervaded you.

"No, you didn't--"

"If you're ready to talk, just call us," he continued and showed you that cute smile you like so much. Jeongin was like a baby brother that you never had and hurting him in any way pains you as well.

"I'm sorry, I promise I'll explain it," you said and rubbed his arm as a sign of comfort, he nodded in response. You looked through the glass walls of the university and you noticed that it was already dark.

"Are you heading home?" You asked Jeongin just before he was about to turn his back from you.

"No, Seungmin and I are going with Rei to meet a reporter, she have to describe what she saw that night."

"Oh, I bumped into her earlier, I guess I'll see you on Monday," you said and the both of you bid each other goodbye.

"If only I know where to find her though," Jeongin whispered to himself as he continued his search for his friend.

"Why are you avoiding them?" Chan's question surprised you, you have forgotten he was there with you.

"I am going to kill you, Y/n, but not now. I still need you to restore everything that I have lost," your captor said.

"I-I don't know w-what you're t-talking about," you cried, struggling to get out of the ropes that were tied around your wrists.

"Don't even fucking try, you bitch! It's all your fault! It's all your fault!" He bellowed and threw a bottle against the wall which earned a shriek from you.

Your captor grabbed a knife from the nearby table and brought it over your face, the cold metal touching your cheek, he slid it down, and stopping at the crook of your neck.

"I am going to kill you in the most horrendous way possible," he taunted, pushing the knife a little deeper in your skin, nipping it. A thick red fluid flowed out from the new formed wound, making you hiss.

"And I will start by destroying those you hold dear," your captor finished before releasing a baleful laugh.

"Oh, it's nothing," you said, shaking off the memory and taking the last piece of chocolate from Chan. The both of you decided to call it a night and went on your separate ways.

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A cold breeze made Tanaka Rei shiver as she pulled her sweater closer in hopes of it keeping her body warm. Wisps of of silver grey smoke curled their way through the hazy air as it escaped the mouth of the young woman. Rei released a chuckle, imagining what everyone would think if they found out that the quiet girl in class smokes the hell out of her lungs.

She watched the city lights blare like fireflies, being on the rooftop at the extension building offered her some sort of comfort that she never found in anyone else. Rei dropped the remains of her cigarette and crushed it beneath her foot, smiling to herself before deciding to meet with Seungmin and Jeongin.

She turned away from the railings and was met with a pair of eyes, before she could react, Rei felt her body being thrown to the side. Blood spurted out her elbow as the skin scraped off as she hit the ground; she hissed as she held her elbow to her chest, checking her wound.

"Why the fuck would you do that?!" She screamed at the figure in front of her, the moon was the only source of light and no matter how hard she squinted, she could not figure out who her attacker was.

The attacker slipped their glove-covered hands to their bag, pulled out a razor-sharp knife, and walked towards Rei's defeated state with a cackle.

"No!! Please... I don't want to die," Rei pleaded as her attacker mounted themselves on top of her.

The knife plunged into her chest, causing her to scream out in pain as she tried to pry the attacker off of her. The sharp instrument met Rei's soft and pudgy flesh, again and again, making a satisfying squish as the knife went deeper into her skin. Thick blood flowed freely from her gaping holes, her whole body trembled, blood coming out of her mouth as tears streamed down her pale face. She saw what the secretary had seen that night; the same bloodlust filled eyes before her chest became as still as a monument and met her own demise.

"Hey! you have reached Rei, I'm busy at the moment so please leave a message after the tone," a beep followed the recorded message, causing Seungmin to grunt.

"Where are you? The reporter is waiting for us at the cafe, call me back." Seungmin slipped the phone back into his pocket and started playing with his camera.

Seungmin sent Jeongin first to the cafe so he can entertain the reporter. The presidents of each club were almost finished packing their stuff which made Seungmin realize that it was already late. An empty can rolled to his feet and he quickly picked it up, he held it and went to give it to the janitor when a thought popped into his head.

"The extension building!" Seungmin said, dropping the can into the trolley, before sprinting his way towards the said building.

When he reached the door to the rooftop, his chest was heaving up and down from being out of breath. He swung the door open and was about to call out his friend's name when he saw something moving in a distance. Darkness filled the place and the moonlight did not really help his sense of vision, he walked closely towards it and the sounds of squishing filled his ears. As he got nearer to the object, the sound became louder and he could finally make out that the thing were two persons. His shaking hands reached to the camera that was hung around his neck, he pulled it up and snapped a picture.

*Click*

A flash filled the empty rooftop and the lifeless body of his friend was on the cold floor, her own blood making a puddle around her.

*Click*

His eyes shifted the person who had their back against him, who had stopped with their bloody activity and slowly stood up to face Seungmin.

A series of clicks and flashes emitted from his camera as he backed away when he saw the attacker's face. Seungmin turned his heel and prepared himself to sprint for his life when a sharp metal jerked all the way into his back, he dropped to the ground, face first, and screamed in pain as the attacker pulled out the knife. He took this chance to kick the murderer which caused them to stumble backwards.

Seungmin fumbled with his camera and before he could stand up, the assailant grabbed his leg and he fell again, hitting his nose against the floor, the tang of his own blood filled his nostrils. He turned around and the attacker immediately straddled him, with knife raised to the air, ready to strike.

"Please, stop..." Seungmin pleaded as his eyes became blurry from his own tears.

He let out a guttural chokes mixed with an agonized cry as the razor teared his skin, he could see the shiny metal disappeared inside him and the black handle pushed against his broken skin. He felt the attacker's gloved hands grab his head and banged it against the ground while they released an animalistic roar that became muffled sounds to Seungmin as his head was being repeatedly thudded on the cold stone.

The banging stopped and all he heard was the sound of his camera hitting the ground,and its pieces scattering all over the place. Seungmin felt his consciousness slip in and out, the last thing he heard were the sound of sirens before darkness took over him.

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"Two people were stabbed at the rooftop of Yellow Wood University! And one of them was our key witness!" The chief of police yelled, sat down, and rubbed his temple.

"This damn serial killer is on the loose and we still don't have a single lead!" He continued as the young cadet, Changbin, stirred the cup of coffee and laid it down on the chief's desk.

"I'm sure we'll get something soon, Chief," Changbin said, fixing his uniform.

"One of the victims had a camera with him, I already had it sent to the forensics team," a woman's voice drew the attention of the officers.

She had her dark brown hair on a tight bun that showed off her physical features well, most importantly; her striking blue eyes.

"There you are, Mica!" Changbin said, giving the woman’s huge smile.

"That's Detective Lee to you, Cadet Seo," she said while rolling her eyes at the young man.

"Well, at least there's good news, thank you, Detective," the chief said and took a sip from his coffee.

"Just doing my job, Chief Wang,"

"Would you like a cup of coffee?" Changbin offered to which the detective politely declined. The YWPD became busier as the night progressed, trying to figure out who is behind of all of these manslaughter.

A person took off their bloody garments and gloves, leaving them naked and covered with blood that had become brown and dry. They put it inside a bag to which they intend to burn later, and stared at the mirror with a menacing grin etched on their face.

"It has begun."

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cafe latte

not requested

a/n: a purely self indulgent barista jisung au bc i was STRESSED and i was watching re-feel and a LOT of cafe videos

pairing: barista! han jisung x baker! reader

genre: fluff

scenario type: bulletpoint

word count: 1.9k

warnings: none

jisung was a barista at the nineteen cafe

honestly speaking, he didn’t even plan on working here

he helped his friend, chan, once because he was bored of waiting for him and somehow, he got dragged into working at the cafe

he wasn’t complaining though

i mean he got some pretty amazing coffee, unlike the acrid, watered down liquid the uni cafeteria served

and he got to hang out with his friends who also worked there

so jisung was a real winner here

until the cafe’s main baker, woojin leaves the shop

jisung was almost bawling when he announced it

jisung: does this mean i’ll never get to eat any of your chocolate croissants anymore??? T^T

woojin: if you keep this up, i’ll bring chocolate croissants for everyone but u

jisung: nOOOOO i’m sorry :“”“”“” i love u please…. not my croissants…..

honestly, at that point, woojin wasn’t even sure if jisung loved him or his pastries more

but woojin still had to leave and they had to find a replacement asap

recruitment posters were put up all over the campus

baker needed! nineteen cafe @ jyp university. walk-in interview

so when you, a broke university student, see it, you thank the heavens

you baked pretty often and your creations weren’t too bad if you said so yourself :]]

plus the cafe was on campus grounds so it’s definitely worth a shot

you stand outside the cafe and your legs turn to jelly

“come on y/n!! it’s just an interview!! you have to do this or you’ll spend the rest of your life broke!!!!!” you whisper scream to yourself

you finally make your way in and look around the cafe

soft acoustic music is accompanied by the chatter of patrons and the clinking of cups on ceramic saucers

a well-built man dressed in a white button up and black pants tends to the cash register

there’s no one ordering anything so you scutter up to the counter

“hi, uh, i’m here for the interview?”

“ok hold on,” the man turns around, “channnn, there’s someone here for the interviewww”

a blond walks out of the kitchen, covered in flour

“hey, i’m chan. the manager here. i’m gonna make this quick since i have to continue to try and make brownies,” he dusts his hands on his apron and gestures to an empty table in the cafe

“what’s your name?”

you stutter out your name and he scribbles it in a notebook he takes out from his pocket

“alright, y/n, how long have you been baking for?”

“about six years”

he scribbles again

after that, the interview is a blur from your sheer nervousness

“ok, this is the last bit. can you make a batch of brownies? we have to gauge your abilities”

you follow him to the kitchen

“wait, weren’t you trying to make them just now?”

chan ignores your question

“if you need anything, just call me!!”

and with that, he strides out of the kitchen

oh, wow, okay, so this was happening now

you put on the apron on the counter and pull out all the ingredients and utensils

it’s like something takes over you

your hands move on their own and it truly is a beautiful sight :“))))

jisung walks into the back to get ready for his shift but to get there, he has to get past the kitchen

the smell of chocolate wafts into his nose

he pauses

this was the best thing he’s ever smelt

"god? is that you?” jisung whispers

you snort, “yeah but you can call me y/n”

jisung freezes up and his eyes widen

“holy shit. cool. gotta go. uh, bye.”

jisung runs out and almost slams into chan

“woah woah woah, what’s got you so jittery??” chan asks

“nothing BYE”

jisung bolts for the cashier, “ changbin, i’m here!!!! you can go nOw”

changbin, although very confused, leaves

it’s about a little into jisung’s shift when you come out to call chan

in your hands are a tray of the freshly baked brownies

you offer one to chan and he almost cries from joy

“this …. is absolutely amazing….”

he passes one to jisung who is still shaking on the inside

jisung bites a corner off the chocolatey treat

he almost swears that his soul leaves his body because it was THAT good

he gives you a thumbs up and a big smile

chan offers your brownies to a few others who all give great responses, making your confidence shoot up

“okay, y/n, we’ll send you an email if you’re accepted,” chan says

“ok, thanks”

you leave the store and celebrate

that went way better than you had expected

all you have to do now is to wait

that can’t be that hard right?

oh but it was

every notification from your phone and laptop made you leap from your chair

it’s two days later when you get the email

dear y/n, we are pleased to announce that you have been hired as nineteen cafe’s new baker. please come to the cafe tomorrow for your first day. thank you.

*cue celebration pt.2*

the next morning, you bust into the bakery, ready to kick some butt

the cafe is empty, save for chan and changbin setting up

the early morning light pours into the cafe through its ceiling-to-floor windows

chan notices you and hands you a slip of paper with all the stuff to be made

“there’s a file of recipes in the kitchen. it’s on the shelf above the bowls”

you thank him and look through the list

strawberry shortcake, coconut cake, chcoolate chip cookies, brownies, blueberry muffins, raspberry cheesecake

and there was a second page….

the list was so much longer than you expected

one thing at a time

you took out the bowls and ingredients

following the recipe, you managed to whip up a pretty decent cake

the rest of the baked goods you made were also pretty good

you place them in the display fridge

you heaved a sigh of relief

you didn’t screw up on your first day!!!!

go you!!!

second day of work

good news: chan gives you free reign to experiment and come up with new stuff

bad news: the stand mixer breaks

worse news: the stand mixer can only be fixed a week later

kind of good news??: you’re gonna get buff

so you have to ask for help from the rest of the nineteen staff

working with all of them, BUT jisung, is great

but you have to get help from him since you don’t always wanna bother everyone too often

search chaos in the dictionary and you’ll get a photo of you and jisung baking

you’ll make a bowl of batter and having that half that bowl gone after 5 minutes

“HOW AREN’T YOU DEAD FROM SALMONELLA YET??¿?¿¿??”

or when you bake anything with chocolate

oh my GOD

you’ll go to grab a baking pan

and when you come back, the packet is suddenly so light

you: did you eat the chocolate again

jisung, chocolate covering his mouth:

you:

jisung, chocolate still covering his mouth: …no

he’d pop into the kitchen even when you don’t need his help just to screw with you

“oooOOOoo, is this a new recipe”

“nope. also don’t eat the chocolate chip cookies,” you say, still focused on making frosting

jisung just lets out a roar of laughter

“ok i won’t”

“but i’ll eat the muffins”

“jisUNG NO”

but all that eating of RAW batter and other stuff finally gets to him

jisung calls in sick

as much as you want to laugh at him, you’re kind of concerned,,,,

like he ate,,,, so much,,,,

you ask chan for jisung’s address so you can visit him

he gives you a face but gives you the address anyways

while carrying some porridge and medicine, you knock on his door

a very pale and dishevelled jisung opens the door but he gives you his usual goofy smile

“can’t get enough of me huh?” he chuckles weakly

“yea, sure whatever you want to think. anyways, i brought some stuff”

“come on in. it’s a little bit of a mess though”

his coffee table is covered in papers and his laptop is playing an episode of brooklyn nine-nine

cushions are strewn on the couch, a blanket draped over them

“i’ll leave the medicine on your kitchen counter but you should eat the porridge now before it gets cold”

jisung nods and you hand him the tupperware box

he gladly opens it and eats a spoonful

“this is so good,” jisung says

“thanks”

you sit next to him quietly as you watch the show

“how are you feeling??” you muster up

“i literally have not seen the light of day in 5 YEARS, my stomach has not known pain like this” he says between mouthfuls of porridge

“that’s what you get for eating so much RAW batter”

“i know but it was so GOOD!! it was totallly worth it”

you shoot a glare at him and he returns a cheeky smile

you try your best to keep a straight face but you can’t help laughing at him

the buzzing of your phone calls for your attention

you grab it and look at the caller id

“oh shit. sorry ‘sung, i gotta go. uni calls! bye!!”

you scurry out of jisung’s apartment and sprint to campus for your project

a few days pass and jisung returns to work

he’s back to almost bouncing off the walls

but when he comes into the kitchen with your tupperware box and a cup of coffee in his hands, he’s flushed red

jisung leaves them on the counter and zooms out of the kitchen

you finish kneading the bread and pick up the cup of coffee

a heart sits on top of the foamy milk

you take a few sips before realising the small piece of paper on the saucer

your cheeks feel a slight warmth as you read the note

“thanks for the food and stuff!! let’s get dinner some time soon ok?? - jisung”

you kind of want to scream but you probably shouldn’t

what do you do????

do you text him??? tell him in real life??? give him another note???? maybe you should just burn the note and pretend he never gave anything to you????

all that fills your mind for the rest of the day is the note

soon, it’s the end of both yours and jisung’s shift

you grab your stuff from the lockers in the back

as you try to leave, jisung tries to enter the narrow doorway

you shuffle left and jisung shuffles right

“sorry,” you say as you go in the opposite direction

and so does jisung

HHHHHH

you stay put as jisung moves past you

turning around, you call out, “hey 'sung! are you free right now? i know a good sushi place around here”

jisung almost jumps from his skin and you can see the crimson creeping up his ears under the fluorescent lighting

“yea- yea i am!! just give me a minute to grab my stuff,” he replies

he comes out with his backpack soon after

jisung grabs your hand and brings you out of the cafe

“lead the way!!”

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