#aaand I'm grumbling again

[reyanfia]

the warrior and his healer — neteyam x reader ☄. *. ⋆➢ part four!

other chapters are up! read it here -> chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3 (give this chap and part 3 some love guys)

setting: awa'atlu, pandora.

pairing: neteyam x fem!metkayina!reader

warnings: teensy bit of angst, emotions i guess, mentions of drinking (honestly dunno if that's a thing with the na'vi) aaand they kiss! cuties

summary: neteyam survives and it is all thanks to your stubbornness. you and your friends go out to celebrate after ronal chooses you as one of the healers. maybe this is where your feelings unravel.

a/n: i'm kinda wondering why chapter 1 is going up and the latest chapters are kinda slow but that's probably just how tumblr works. and lets pretend spider just doesn't exist. anyway i think this is the last chapter so enjoy! by the way the ending is to die for so make sure you read it okay im squealing

after that disastrous day, you, with the help of your friends had brought neteyam to an empty marui nearer to where most of the healers lived.

for those 4 days he was resting, you were willing to walk far to reach that marui, just to check up on him. his wounds were already stitched up, so he was healing in a stable condition.

the elder healers would find you asleep by him in the marui. the bond between both of you warmed their hearts — so they'd leave you alone with him.

the sully siblings also visit him a lot, accompanying you for a lot of the time. tsireya, ao'nung and rotxo also came to visit. the sullies, as well as jake and neytiri, couldn't stop thanking you for what you did — if you hadn't left the village, he would've been... gone.

it was clear to many people now, your affection for neteyam.

— ☄. . ⋆✧ .

you grumbled softly, a little impatient on when neteyam would finally wake up so you could talk to him again.

the village now has healed a little, but many were still closed off due to the shock of the battle. a lot were injured, some were shot, too. but luckily, they all ended up alright with the help of the tsahìk, the healers, alongside with you and a few other girls.

you gazed at the sleeping boy in front of you. "come on now, teyam. you promised you'd come back." you whispered, as if he could somehow hear you. you hoped he did. he looked peaceful, as if he wasn't just shot 4 days ago.

his usual azure blue colour turned into somewhat of a sky blue. he was a little pale, due to dehydration and not eating for the past 4 days.

you heard soft footsteps from behind you, turning around to find kiri and tuk smiling gently at you. "still waiting, i see." kiri started, nodding over to neteyam.

you turned back to look at him, bringing an arm around tuk's shoulders who sat down right next to you. "i can't miss the moment he wakes up."

kiri sits beside you. she glances over — your right hand was holding onto her brother's. she can't help but smile at the sight. you both were definitely made for each other, she noticed how your eyes were filled with care and warmth as you watched him.

there was a time during training when you had asked her, if neteyam had anyone that he liked. there was, and as we all could guess, it was you.

on some nights, before going to sleep, neteyam would talk to her about you. he would tell her what's happened when you both were out, how you were like when you were studying. it was no doubt really, that he shared your feelings.

you may have thought that he treated you like everyone else because he saw you as nothing more than a friend, but kiri noticed how he'd purposely give you the ripest fruit out of the bunch that he had collected. how he would hesitate to meet your eyes when he talked to you, but would stare at them when you weren't looking.

he cared more for you than you thought he did. he always has.

a little later, you could feel the hand you held moving slightly. your eyes that was once on the people outside snapped towards him, startling tuk and kiri a little.

your eyes scanned his face to check whether he was actually waking up or if it was just your imaginations.

"neteyam?" tuk was starting to see it too.

the world seemed a little brighter when you saw him trying to open his eyes, his brows furrowing because of the brightness that was coming in from a window.

"uh, kiri—" she caught on before you could finish and went up to shut the blinds, then came running back to your side with the hugest smile you've ever seen on her.

you couldn't help but smile yourself. "tuk! go call the others and tell them." tuk nods hurriedly and bolts out the marui. you could hear her happy giggles, and it warmed your heart even more.

"oh teyam, you're finally awake," your voice came out as a whisper, only kiri could hear you. you resisted crashing into him with a hug, knowing he needs time to — re-awaken himself? whatever it was. you let him take his time.

"______. kiri. where are the others?" there was that incredibly hoarse voice again, due to the disuse. it reminded you of how his voice was the first time tsireya brought him to your marui.

"they're coming. tuk is calling them." kiri replied for you.

the more you looked at him, finally awake and moving, the more overcome of emotion you became to be. your dear best friend — he was finally here.

he wanted to sit up, and though with your objections saying that he should lie down for a few more minutes, he shook his head, attempting to do it on his own. he couldn't though, so you and kiri helped him.

"i'd fall back asleep if i were to just lie down." he mumbled lowly, with that familiar grin on his face. you only gave him a poker-face in disbelief. "you're really joking at a time like this?"

"oh come on. you know you love me for that." he teased, giving you a full smile this time.

and you did love him for it. he was way too optimistic during troubling times, but it was exceptionally endearing to be annoyed at.

you grumbled, rolling your eyes at him. you couldn't stay mad though, it ended up in you chuckling at him with kiri. "you absolute dork."

heavy stomps from behind you caught your attention. you three looked to the entrance — and there was tsireya, ao'nung, rotxo, the other sully kids, with jake and neytiri. the look of intense relief instantly replaced their out-of-breath ones, running towards neteyam.

neytiri was the first to be kneeling beside him, immediately bringing him into an embrace. "oh, neteyam, thank eywa," she croaked out, squeezing her eyes shut.

the other sullys gathered around him, while your metkayina friends gathered behind you, smiling warmly at the re-united family in front of you.

happy tears found their way to your eyes, so then there you were, crying. you covered your mouth so you wouldn't disturb their moment.

but neteyam saw you, and brought you into their hug as well.

— ☄. . ⋆✧ .

a few days after neteyam woke up, he stayed in his family's marui to recover and regain strength. he earned it back in just a short amount of time, with you coming over a few times to give him medicines for any sort of aches. it was mostly muscle aches, meaning he insisted on you being the only one massaging him. he didn't want anybody else doing it.

this boy's gonna be the death of you. (not that you were complaining.)

then, comes a day when he was all recovered and healthy again. it happened to be the day you were finally going to take the dreaded test. neteyam came over to your marui at dawn, wanting to help you prepare for it before it starts in the morning. you really wanted him to rest a little more, but you could use some reassurance, so you let him in.

you, however, went ahead to not accept his words of consolation.

he watched you go over all the plant names, their uses, their side effects, everything that you had learnt and everything you could think of.

most of the time, you were pacing around the entire marui, and i mean entire — it was a cycle. you'd start reading the facts out on your sleeping hammock, and then you'd end up sitting under it. after that you'd roam the area where you'd prepare food, then moving across the marui to your shelves.

you only ever stopped your pacing whenever neteyam said something to try and help you. it wasn't helping though. not one bit.

this was the longest you went with rambling. and neteyam had had enough.

"_____. stop it."

"stop what?"

"that." you examined yourself. you weren't doing anything? you were walking around the entire place like a maniac, that's all. why should that be a problem?

"what about no?" you deadpanned him. he returned the same expression back to you.

he got up rigidly from where he was sitting walked towards you and placed his hands on your shoulders. "you. ______. ever since tsireya brought me to you that day, all i've ever seen you do was study, eat, train, sleep. that was all. i've seen how you would be on the verge of tears when you couldn't understand something. but then you proceed to understand it anyway. you know more than you think you do."

you gulped, shaking your head. "no. neteyam, that's different. today's the test—"

"could you listen to me? like, for once? eywa give me strength." his arms dropped to your hands, holding them with a solid grip. your eyes narrowed, "i would but the last time you wanted me to do that, would've ended up with you dying."

"but you didn't! because you saved me, for eywa's sake. you, managed to save me from a weapon that you've never ever seen in your life. do you realize that? you know enough. so could you please, please stop stumbling around like you're drugged and finally take a break. at least let's go and have food or something?"

you said nothing.

"pull yourself together now. talk to me." he pleaded with you, searching your eyes for an answer.

you averted your gaze to the ground, speechless. after all, he was right. no, not that 'you know enough since you saved me' part, but because you did seem like you were drugged. eyes and ears droopy, tail flicking around nonstop.

okay, we're kidding. you did find truth in his words, you could answer any question he asked about medicine and healing right off the bat. you were just immensely paranoid.

you gave in, sighing. "fine. let's go have breakfast." you grumbled.

he smiled softly at you, and you could swear though your heart was kind of angry at him, it skipped a beat.

he did not let go of your hand as you both walked to the eating area. didn't even let go as he walked you to the healer's test area after that.

"i know you hate me for dragging you out your misery bubble, but i know, and i swear on a million suns, you are going to do just fine."

neteyam brought his hand up from your shoulder to your face. he caressed it gently, and you were aching to lean into his touch. thankfully he pulled away his hand at the last second, giving you a smile of reassurance before he started to walk off.

you can hear some of the girls who were participating in the test swoon over his action, stopping at the second you turned around with your unintentional tired death glare.

you sat by them, waiting for the tsahìk to come and commence the assessment.

you stared at your hands that he held all morning. his touch on your face lingered, and you dwelled on it. does that mean something?

well, obviously. how are you this blind?

— ☄. . ⋆✧ .

the test was done. you exhaled sharply, being the last getting up to leave.

a hold on your wrist stopped you in your tracks. turning around, you met eyes with ronal, the tsahìk.

you had spoken to her a few times, when you were over at her marui to hang around with tsireya and ao'nung. she had an unreadable expression on her face most of the time, but in this moment, she had a glint of proudness in her eyes.

"_____. neytiri has told me how you had saved that eldest son of hers. from a sky demon's weapon. is that true?"

"uh— yes. i did do that." you nodded at her words, hesitantly meeting her eyes.

this was worse than all those study sessions. "how impressive." the tsahìk finally responded, after a few seconds of unnerving silence.

when she let go of your wrist to let you go back, you could swear you saw a pleased smile on her face.

you made the tsahìk smile. now that's something to remember.

—

the next day, you were done. the pressure on you was lifted when you completed that test, allowing yourself to finally give yourself a much needed break. so you slept in.

however, you were a light sleeper. when you heard your mother calling your name, you opened your tired eyes and got up from the hammock, scratching your head.

"_____! hurry up and get yourself ready. the tsahìk has made her choice."

your sleepy eyes widened in full alert when you heard your mother say those words. "what? already?"

you didn't wait for any other response, you ran straight to the springs to bathe yourself.

you took only a few minutes to bathe, and you neatened your hair after that.

you didn't want to bring up your hopes. if you weren't chosen, you'd only be disappointed. your entire head was absolutely blank with no expectations, on auto-pilot as you got yourself ready.

when you were done, you walked out of your marui, seeing your parents already waiting for you outside. "hurry now! the people have gathered by the shores. your friends are all waiting for you."

a small smile crept up your lips as you walked to the spot with them both. it was getting pretty exciting, at this point.

"_____!" you heard tsireya calling out for you, so you weaved through the crowd looking for her. she was near to the center of the gathering, alongside all your other friends.

your smile got even wider when you saw her. you ran over to them, tsireya jumping animatedly like a child. "i'm confident that you'll be chosen. i know you will, that's what i've always said! don't try to deny me." a beaming smile was plastered on her face. you tried to find words to respond with, but the tsahìk had already came to announce her choices.

she stood on a bed of black stone, which acted as a stage. you looked up to her, seeing a proud smile on her face. it was a rare expression to see, so you were wondering who among her choices earned so much of her approval.

"people! i'm sure we have all been waiting for this day. i will be announcing the young ladies that i have chosen to help out the healers. this is a high position, as you all may know. this work, it is a matter of life and death." she started, the crowd going silent as they took in her words.

"we'll lengthen this event no further. i have chosen 4 girls who will become healers, alongside my tsakarem, tsireya."

people around you cheered. they quickly settled down though, anticipating the tsahìk's choices.

your heart started to race faster. "the first in line, is _____!"

all eyes were on you now, and you were smiling so much your cheeks were starting to hurt. the people cheered once again, and your friends were all tugging on you. the joyous looks on their faces made your face heat up, that sense of accomplishment filling through your entire body. this was the happiest you'd been in months.

"oh, i told you! i told you, _____! i knew you'd be chosen!" tsireya was shouting so much, you were starting to worry for her throat.

you looked back to ronal, and she beckoned you to come and stand beside her.

all those sleepless nights were so worth it.

you looked into the crowd, still smiling as ronal announced the names of the 3 other girls. you didn't really know them well, but you applauded for them and smiled at them when they stood beside you. they shared that same look of glee that you had.

you couldn't quite hear what ronal had said next, because as you focused into the crowd, you found neteyam and zeroed in on his face.

he's got that gleaming smile on him that you've always found yourself weak for. he's waving at you, and cheering for you. your smile reached up to your eyes as you subtly waved back at him, your hand by your hip, hoping he'd see it. he did.

"meet us all by the cove at night." he signed, and you nodded slowly at his message. you watched as they all retreat from the crowd.

you shook your head, casting your eyes down to the ground, smiling.

you weren't exactly sure what they were planning. but what you were sure of, was that it was going to be one hell of a night.

— ☄. . ⋆✧ .

after a long day of celebrating your victory with your family members, you told your parents that you were going out to celebrate with your friends. they allowed you, but told you to not come home too late.

you skipped happily toward the cove, where it was prettiest at night. the waters surrounding it would shine, so you often went there on nights when you couldn't fall asleep.

you turned a corner and there they all were. except for tuk though. poor girl's got a bedtime.

"ah! there's my girl. see what i told you?" neteyam began, once you were in his line of sight. you hid your face behind your hands, getting all bashful at what he said. my girl. it rolled off his tongue so easily.

he guided you by your waist to where they were all sitting at — around the fire, chatting and drinking without a care in the world.

"_____! congrats on becoming a healer, seems like you'll have more guys coming to you. careful, neteyam might get jealous— ow!" ao'nung hissed, at neteyam who swatted him behind the head. "let's not go there. why would i be jealous?" you felt your heart drop a little at those last words. he seemed pretty sure about it too.

you sat in between tsireya and neteyam. you were sitting normally beside them at first, but tsireya inched closer to lo'ak, and you with neteyam. an hour later, your head was laid on his shoulder, while his head rested on yours. he had an arm around your shoulders, and you were holding his hand that was hanging off of it.

you knew everybody could see this. how both of you seemed to be too close for comfort. it certainly did not look like friendly touching either. this was some next level shit. you didn't care though, you missed him. you missed this feeling.

you took another swig of the bottle, the sour taste of fruit running down your throat. you seemed to be just fine, no dizziness or out-of-character mannerisms, you looked as normal as usual. so, you continued drinking from it.

neteyam turned his head to look at you. "might wanna calm down on that, hm?" his hand reached out to take it away from you, but you stopped it by pushing it away with your free hand. "ah-ah. this tastes nice, so i'll keep drinking."

he chuckled down at you. "you sure you won't get drunk, love?"

you were about the take another sip, but your arm stopped its own movements when you heard that name he called you. he never called you that.

you sat up straight now, looking right at him. "hm. i don't think im the drunk one here," you studied his face to check for any signs of him being tipsy, but he looked fully sober and alert.

it hit you then, so hard as if a boulder came falling from the sky. you took a deep breath in. "teyam, is there something you need to tell me?"

that voice of yours, eywa, how it affected him. and that nickname you had for him, he feels like he'd melt into the ground everytime you said it. and the way you looked at him. he ran a hand down his face before taking you by the hand, away from the others.

he brought you behind the rocky walls, taking a look behind him to be sure that no one was following you two. impatient and overcome with a wave of confidence, you tugged on his hand. "you alright?"

his jaw went slack. if you listened close enough. you could hear the gears turning in his head, thinking about what to say. after a few seconds, something finally come out of him. "i really can't pretend anymore."

ah. there it was, what you've been waiting to hear for months now. but it's not fully out yet. you decided to act oblivious and maybe, tease him. "what's happened? have i done something wrong?"

he was quick to deny it, shaking his head. "no. no, not at all. i um— gosh, don't make me say it. i can't say them."

there was the shy neteyam that you first met. unable to meet your eyes, staring at the ground.

"fine. i'll say it then," you grinned, a hand of yours reaching up to cup his face. "look at me, neteyam." you whispered, hoping he'll look at you properly. it took a second, but he's looking at you now. right into your soul.

"i see you."

those three words that left your lips — it made both of you shiver. but he was looking at you in disbelief, and it kind of scared you, fearing you said something wrong. you anxiously scanned his face for any signs, something that would tell you how he's feeling.

"please say something, teyam."

oh, you really knew what you were doing with that tone, messing with his heart like that.

"can you say that again? please?"

so there was nothing to be worried about. your stomach was doing somersaults as your eyes roamed his face, his bioluminescent freckles painted him, only making him look so much more stunning. has he been this beautiful this whole time?

with a shy smile, you placed both your hands on his shoulders, repeating the words. "i see you, neteyam. i've felt like this for the past few months now, you've really got me weak, y'know?"

he's speechless and stumped. you've got his entire heart now, right in your hands. this could've been a dream, some sick joke you were playing — but it wasn't. you loved him, and this was real.

he's brought your hands from his shoulders and into his. smiling softly down at you, he says, "yawne, you have no idea how long i've wanted to hear that."

both your hearts beat as one now that the truth was out. his hands traveled to your waist to pull you closer, and yours around his neck.

you both gave in at once.

©ronalsgirl

AND SHE'S DONE! so sorry how i didn't give more kithy kithy details but im super tired right now LMFAO

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[bellysoupset]

"Put me down! Santa María, madre de Dios, LEO- You're gonna let me faALL!" Bella squealed and Jonah chuckled, leaning against a sculpture as he watched Leo do a pirouette on the ice, with Bella thrown over his shoulder.

They were in the backyard of the Atwood-Howard property and the lake had frozen over a while back, making the ice thick enough to be skated on. Leo had been more than happy to show off the fact he could skate like a pro, much to Bella's chagrin, since she could barely stand on the ice.

"I'm not gonna let you fall, don't be silly," Leo laughed, taking a hand off her calf so he could open one of his arms and twirl them again. Bella let out yet another yell at that, wrapping her arms around his back, since she was upside down, slumped over his shoulder.

Jonah raised his eyebrows, if he ever did that with Leo, he'd have a case of vertigo so bad it'd knock him into the next week. His boyfriend chuckled again, grabbing Bell's waist and straightening her up.

She swayed on her feet, dizzy and off center due to all the spinning around and slipped on the ice, almost falling on her ass, wasn't it for Leo grabbing her wrists and keeping her put.

"You're so mean," Bella groaned, leaning forward and pressing her forehead to his chest, while the blonde pushed the hair off his sweaty, flushed face, flashing Jonah a bright smile from across the yard.

Jon was aware he was gawking and he had long given up pretending he wasn't. Leo was just so stupidly nice to look at, as he skated backwards effortlessly, that huge devil may care smile on his face, cheeks all red and eyes sparkling. He had removed his puffy jacket, thanks to all the moving around, and Jonah could see the baby blue sweater he was wearing glued to his body, straining around his bicep as Leo pushed his hair back.

"I'm gonna catch you, don't worry," he was saying, voice in his usual cadence, so smooth and soft, holding Bella by her hands, "really, Bell, it's not that hard. Move your feet in Vs."

"There are blades to my feet," Bella scoffed and Leo only smiled, pulling her around.

"You're staring," Lucas said, walking back outside. He was holding a large thermos, filled with hot chocolate for all of them, and Jonah immediately reached for it, his stomach grumbling at the sight.

"My boyfriend is hot," Jon shrugged, grabbing one of the electric cups Luke had brought, that was already slipping in his hold, and filling it up with hot chocolate, "took you forever."

"You could've come help," Lucas scoffed, but there was almost no heat in his voice. He sounded exhausted. He looked over Jon's shoulder, to where Bella and Leo were still skating, "Hey! I brought chocolate!"

"In a minute!"

"I'm not hungry!"

Were the two answers and Lucas rolled his eyes, planting the two remaining cups on the outside table and collapsing on the bench. He filled up a cup for himself, shivering, and Jonah finally forced his eyes away from Leo in order to assess his friend.

He looked a wreck. Which wasn't exactly news, because Jonah had already noticed Luke looked like he was ready to topple over for over a week now, but today it was even worse.

He was really pale, with under-eyes so dark and deep, they looked bruised. His lips were pale and slightly chapped and today there was a slight sheen of sweat all over his forehead, which gave Jon an inkling in what this could be.

Without waiting for permission, he removed one of his gloves and planted his hand on Luke's forehead, pushing his hair out of the way. It was a testament to how horrible he must be feeling, that Luke didn't pull back. In fact, he didn't even flinch, barely seemed like he had felt the hand at all.

"Aaand you're sick," Jonah sighed, pulling back his hand as he felt the heat, "goddammit, Luke."

"It's fine," Lucas sniffled, taking a gulp of the hot chocolate, "I took some ibuprofen already, it should pass soon."

"When? Is Bell aware you're sick?" Judging by her happy, gleeful squeals across the yard, Jonah concluded that she didn't know. Luke shook his head, confirming his suspicion.

"She's having fun and I'm an adult, let her be," he pulled on his coat, shivering violently, "really, you're letting the degree go to your head, I'm fine. Stop glaring at me."

"I'm not glaring," Jonah snapped back, although he definitely was. He didn't like one bit that Luke was playing the martyr, "at least go back inside where is warm. Under the covers, preferably. Since you're an adult."

"Uhmm," Luke smiled lightly, leaning back against the table and pressing his eyes closed, rubbing his temple with his free hand, the other one holding the cup, "inside is boring."

"No one wants you here, go to bed," Jonah scoffed and immediately regretted it, as Lucas opened his eyes in shock and he could see the flash of hurt in them. Jon cringed at his words, shifting uneasily on his feet, "really, Luke, go back inside, you'll make yourself sicker out here."

Luke nodded, all stiff and still looking like a wounded puppy. He planted his cup back on the table, "yeah, uh... Okay, you're right..." he got up and quickly and quietly made his exit.

Jonah felt terrible. It was one thing yanking at Luke's chain when the other man deserved it, exchanging insults and bickers was basically how they showed affection to each other, but it was a different thing to kick him when he was already so down.

He paced nervously, glancing at the path that led back to the mansion, than to Leo and Bella. She finally had managed to skate without falling, although she was still wobbling, and Leo had his arm hooked with hers, pulling her around as they chatted and laughed. It looked like he was reenacting a musical, although Jon wasn't sure.

"Guys, I'll be right back!" He yelled, not that either of them even heard him, and planted his cup alongside Luke's abandoned one, rushing back to the house.

Lucas was such a pain in the ass, he thought bitterly, looking around the empty living room. Why didn't he just stay in bed to begin with? It wasn't like he was ice skating anyway!

Jon sped through the mansion, cursing the sheer size of the place and the confusing floorplan. He hadn't been inside in a long time and wasn't sure which corners to turn, but where his brain was confused, his feet were not. Muscle memory kicked in and Jonah found himself in front of an ajar door in the third floor.

He was about to knock and ask if he could come in, when Jonah heard Luke hacking up his lungs with violent coughing. It was deep in his chest, the horrible coughing loud enough to be heard from the hallway, despite the fact he was locked inside the bathroom. Jon, who had already let himself in, paced the bedroom, overhearing as the coughing turned into heaving.

There was a small noise, like a whimper, and then liquid hitting liquid, followed by more coughing. Jonah bit down a whine of his own as he heard the pitiful sniffling coming from the bathroom, gluing himself to the door and lightly tapping on it.

"I'm fine, Bell..." Luke sighed, his voice barely above a whisper, all hoarse. Jonah knocked with a little more force.

"I'm not your wife," he said, almost pressing his ear to the door, "and you don't sound fine."

"Go away, Jonah," Lucas groaned, but his voice was stronger. Jon heard as the toilet was flushed, then the sink turned on. More silence. Then finally the door unlocked and Luke stepped out.

Now he looked downright dead. Jonah frowned as he noticed his friend's horrible pallor and the manner Luke was grabbing on the doorway to stand up.

"Are you gonna pass out?" Jonah said, studying him and Luke only shrugged, pressing his forehead to the wooden threshold and breathing slowly through his mouth.

"Just give me a fucking minute."

Jonah bit down the sassy response he had on the tip of his tongue and waited, tapping his foot on the ground. He counted 20 taps before Lucas straightened up and stumbled to his bed, all but falling on it.

"Get out of my room."

"I'm going to take a wild guess and say you puked the ibuprofen," Jonah said, instead of obeying Luke's order. He walked closer to the bed, pushing the other man's thigh and removing his shoes with two good yanks, "and that you took the pills in an empty stomach and now you're queasy."

"Get out of my roooom, Jonah," Luke scoffed, burying his head in the pillow and muffling a string of coughs. He tried to kick Jon out of his bed, but his movements were sluggish, easily avoided and weak, so Luke gave up quickly.

Instead, he continued to cough and then curled up, face pressed to the pillow.

Jonah rolled his eyes at the reaction, poking Lucas' back, "where's your thermometer?"

"G'away."

"Where. Is. The. Thermometer?" Jonah repeated, poking Luke at each word, causing him to roll around and glare at the other man. Luke's green eyes were blood shot and his face all splotchy where it had been pressed to the pillow.

"I don't fucking know, Jon," he said, then winced and curled up an arm around his middle, confirming Jonah's suspicion about the queasiness due to the ibuprofen on an empty stomach.

"Well, you're really warm," Jonah sighed, pressing the back of his hand to Luke's forehead, "I'm gonna get you some tylenol, don't move."

"You just carry tylenol around?" Luke frowned, confused, trying to follow Jonah's movements with his eyes, but giving up once that made him dizzy.

"I have some back home, it's not even gonna be 15 mins to go get it and be right back. Stay put," Jonah said, fixing his jacket and zipping it up to brave the cold outside. He got no answer aside from more coughs.

Jon opted for using the living room entrance, avoiding the backyard so Leo and Bell wouldn't be able to tell he had left. He jogged between the two houses as quickly as possible, but wasn't surprised once he got into Luke's room and found him missing.

"Bloody arsehole," Jon whispered darkly, before saying louder, "Luke? Where are you? I told you to stay in bed..."

A small cough answered him and Jonah pinched his nose bridge, counting to 10 and then backwards as he gathered his patience and realized he'd have to follow the noise in order to find the other man, "an adult, my arse..."

Luke was actually in the room opposite to his in the third floor, the big black door slightly ajar and Jonah hung uncomfortably at the threshold, not wanting to go in. It was the house's main suite.

"Luke... Dude, c'mon, let's get you settled back in bed, Leo and Bell should be coming inside any minute now. They're definitely wondering where we vanished to..." Jonah said, while Luke had his back turned to him, sprawled on the bed, "this is really childish, you know?"

"Then fucking go, no one asked you to be here," Lucas' acidic answer startled him and Jonah straightened up, noticing the roughness of his friend's voice. Not just due to the coughing, it sounded like he was choked up.

"I can't just leave you like that," Jonah rolled his eyes, putting aside his qualms about entering the room and circling the big king sized bed. Luke's face was half red, due to the angry fever blushing his cheeks and the strain of coughing. He was curled up and Jon followed his gaze, noticing it went straight to the big window, the view showcasing the orchard covered in snow.

"Luke," he sighed, crouching down and grabbing the other man's arm, "let's go back to your own room, okay?"

"She was lying right here when she died," Luke mumbled, making Jonah freeze. He was aware Lucas had been there when his mom passed, but not the nitty gritty details. He didn't want to know this, "I fell asleep on that chair," he raised a shaky hand, pointing an armchair near the window, "and woke up to her seizing."

The fact that he was spilling up like that had Jonah pressing his hands to Luke's warm cheeks, hissing as he realized his fever had already climbed.

"You need to take some meds," Jonah grabbed his bicep tighter, pulling him into a sitting position and quickly wrapping an arm around Luke's chest, "c'mon, help me, you're super heavy."

Downstairs, he could hear giggling, Leo and Bella entering the house. Jonah cringed, forcing Luke up, "they're gonna find you in here, is that what you want?"

Lucas shrugged, but quietly allowed Jon to drag him up and out of the room. Sadly they were still in the hallway when Leo's head appeared on the stairs.

"Hey! We've been looking everywh- What is this?" There was a cold edge to Leo's words, as he took in the scene, Lucas draped over Jonah, an arm around his neck. Jonah rolled his eyes at the slightly jealous tone.

"Help me? He's really heavy..."

Immediately Leo's frown cleared up, being replaced by worry and he rushed up the steps, "what the fuck, Jon? Luke... Hey, Luke?" he wrapped an arm around Lucas' opposite side and Jonah breathed out in relief as the weight was half removed from him.

"Leo, there's a fucking bowling all- Lucas!?" Bella's voice caused Jonah to cringe and he barely braced as Bell climbed the stairs two steps at a time and rushed to cup her husband's face, "babe, baby, why- What's wrong? He's burning, what-"

"The idiot's been running a fever since morning," Jonah rolled his eyes, "let's get him back to his room."

"Why didn't you fucking tell me!?" Bella hissed and Jonah wasn't sure if she meant this for him or Luke. Both, probably. Lucas was entirely unresponsive, safe for a couple sniffles and looking more and more pale by the minute.

Jonah wanted to pretend he wasn't concerned, but it would be stupid, given how low his stomach was sinking as he felt the heat roll off his friend. All four of them stumbled into the bedroom and dropped Luke on the bed, where he promptly curled up, his face scrunching up as if he was about to cry.

"I'm sorry..." he said, probably to Bella, since her face was the one closest to his.

"Whatever for, baby?" She pushed his sweaty bangs back, looking up with a panicked look to Jonah, "did he take any meds? Oh god, how didn't I notice-"

"I didn't want you to..." Luke sniffled, moving so his head was resting on her thigh, "you were having fun... And- And I'm a mess."

"Sweetheart," Bella groaned, still combing his hair, her other hand rubbing his back, "you're not a mess, you're just sick-"

"No," Luke groaned, shaking his head and Leo exchanged a look with Jonah, looking both concerned and intrigued, "no, I'm a mess. I'm- I've been a mess, I don't... I don't know how to fix this."

"There's nothing to fix, Luke," Bella whispered, looking up again, even more worried, "can he take anything? His temperature is really high..."

"Yeah, here-" her tone sprung Jon into action and he remembered the bag he had brought over from his place, with medicine and a thermometer, "get him to drink this..."

Leo seemed bothered as he moved closer, sitting on the edge of the bed and planting a hand to Luke's knee. He didn't say anything, but Jonah could almost sense the tension rolling off of him.

"Baby, it's just a tiny pill, okay?" Bella huffed, pushing Luke sitting up slightly, "here, your water bottle..."

"I'm okay," Luke said in a hoarse rasp, "it's alright, you don't have to do this, you don't have to baby me..." he took the pill, swallowing it down with a gulp of water and then curled back up, Bella grabbing his bicep to force him back on her lap, instead of on the pillow. Clearly she was not just worried, but guilty as hell.

"I'm not babying you," Bella rolled her eyes, taking the thermometer that Jonah handed to her without a word, "open up, Luke..."

He obeyed without a word and Leo let out a small noise as he realized there were tears streaming down Lucas' face.

"He's not normally this emotional with a fever..." The blonde mumbled and Jonah nodded in agreement, arms crossed to his chest, feeling every bit as helpless and confused as his boyfriend was. Bella looked away from them, biting her lip.

"I think you two should go..."

"No," Jonah scoffed, before Leo could. Leo, who looked downright offended, "we're not leaving... Something's wrong, Bell. Luke is not normally this emotional and he's been acting like a kicked puppy all week, so... Please, don't keep us in the dark."

Bella shook her head, glaring at her own lap, but before she could speak, Luke did.

"Vince's leaving," he whispered, eyes closed, head pressed against his wife's stomach and dropping the thermometer on the mattress, "and my degree is a waste of time... And I... Everything takes so much energy and effort and-" he started coughing, while Leo got up from the bed as if it was burning him, starting to pace the room, fingers curling in the roots of his hair.

Bella frowned at the blonde, rubbing Luke's back still, "baby, sit up, you're just making it harder on yourself..."

He shook his head, not finding it in him to sit up and the quieted down again, letting out a small whimper. Leo paused pacing, just to glare at Lucas.

"For how long has this been going on?" He asked, his voice so impossibly soft it made Jonah flinch and want to reach out for him. Comfort him.

Luke shrugged again, "a while," he mumbled, "I don't know, almost two months...?"

Bella frowned, pausing the back rub and bending down so she could get a better look of his face, "two months? Since November...? I thought you only found out about Vin in December..."

"I did," Luke sniffled, closing his eyes and adding, "but the rest has been here already."

Leo cursed under his breath and then bolted out of the room and Bella frowned even more, looking at Jonah and then gesturing to the door with her head, "go. I got him," she mouthed, without making any noise and Jon nodded, gratefully, before speeding after Leo.

Bella sighed, sinking back against the pillows, "Lu..." she fiddled with his hair, curling it around her fingers, "babe, I think you need to see someone when we're back home. This doesn't sound right..."

"See someone?" Lucas pulled back, his eyes overly sparkly with the fever, grabbing his throat as it ached, "no. No, I'm fine, I'm-" he turned his head, muffling another coughing fit against his elbow crook, then shaking his head again, "no. I just don't feel well, I don't need to see anyone..."

"Lucas," Bella cupped his face, taking a deep breath through her nose and urging him to do the same, only for him to cough all over again. She waited until it stopped, a hand on his back and the other on his chest, feeling the way his heart was hammering, "Luke."

"I'm okay..." He rasped out and she rolled her eyes, pressing a kiss to his brow.

"No, baby, you're really not," she pushed his hair back, "but we'll handle this together, alright? For now, just lie back down, I'm gonna get a washcloth for your head."

#mywriting #sickfic #lucas atwood #cold #coughing #fever #tw: depression #emotional whump #luke spills the beans about vince leaving

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Don't close the box yet, I'm trying to read something with Kaito getting too many present for Christmas from the Precepts, and Kai putting them away.

I'm sure Kaito throws a fit. Nobody is on Chisaki's side...not even pops. Kaito is so spoiled 😭

"Almost there... aaand-" you stood on your tippy toes and cheered along with the 4 year old you were holding for him to finally manage to put the star on top of the tree while your husband only could arch an eyebrow.

It wasn't very common for him to celebrate Christmas. He just didn't see the appeal to it. Like... okay, you lie to children about a fat old guy who delivers presents to all the people in the world in one night; give more presents yourself to others; stay awake for unbelievable night hours instead of doing something productive and stuff your face with the "holidays type" of food.

But seeing his wide and son being all hyped up for the holiday warmed a bit his chest...

Until pops decided to spoil his son every single holiday ever.

The last Christmas since Kaito was born was like a huge pile of boxes of toys. Very LOUD and ANNOYING toys.

He could still remember the headaches combine with the countless nights of no sleep.

"Santa will come?"

"Well, you were a good boy the whole year so-" you bopper his nose as his eyes crossed to look at your finger until snickering a bit at your playfulness.

"I object. He was a brat." Kaito yelled a hey at his dad who didn't even sounded impressed at his son's reaction while you try it to maintain your giggles at bay.

He only sighed before standing up and going over the two of you as you gently put Kaito back down on his feet.

"Don't be such a grinch love, you can't deny is the time of the year where usually we are the kost kindest to others."

"Some people." He grumbled with a cold look as you caressed his covered cheek.

"Come on, just look at him." You moved your gaze towards to the boy who was checking if the cookies were rightfully placed on the plate for Santa Claus "the best part of having kids Kai is to see their joy... we can't assure if it will always be that way since the world isn't all sunshines... but seeing that innocence and happiness doesn't it make it all worth it the hours of decorating and other stuff?" You pointed out as you smiled at his usually cold and distant look turn into soft golden eyes filled with calmness and understanding.

"I suppose you're right." He sighed after a couple of seconds, uncrossing his arms and just leaving them both at his side "I just only can hope to not have certain elders spoil too much our-"

"MeRrY ChRIStMaS BItChES!" You both jumped at mimic literally busting the door open along with the rest of precepts.

"Uncle Chrono! Mimic!" Kaito wide smile at the sign, you sighed in relief that Kaito didn't catch the curse word... while Kai looked like he was about to kill every single person of that room asides you and his kid.

"I'm sorry for his manners master, young master and lady (Y/n)" Tengai and Nemoto bowed while speaking simultaneously while you waved your hands around and saying for them to cut the formality.

"We bought some fruit cake but..." Hojo was about to speak until Setsuno elbowed his other companion.

"Tabe ate it all before we stepped inside." The man whose name was spoken only lowered his head in a silent apology.

"Hey shrimp." Rappa kneeled down while giving him a nerf gun "There ya go. Shoot your old man."

"Wooooowww." Kaito eyes shined bright until he whined at his new toy being yanked off of him to only laugh at the sign of his father literally slamming the toy on Rappa's face as the man cussed him out.

"First of all, what are all of you here?" Chisaki spoke in a murderous silent voice as you walked towards him in hopes to calm him down before he overhauled someone in front of your son... again.

"The old man invited us." Chrono spoke simply while you and Kai widened your eyes "Said something about giving the kid more company... oh and he mentioned gifts too I guess."

"Of course he did." Kai groaned while face palming as you giggled at the sign of a four year old climbing rikiya as the man only smiled at the boy. "Where is even he at the moment?"

"Right here." The elder soon appeared and went to give you a hug first, totally ignoring Chisaki. "I hope I wasn't late to see my favorite grandson!"

"He is your only grandson..." Kai mentioned nimbly before groaning when Pops gave him a big box to hold as the elder went and grabbed the kid. "What is even this?!"

You only blinked at the sign of the room getting more crowded and hearing the commotion of it and clearly noticing your husband's distaste of all of it.

Yeah... long night ahead of you ...

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After God knows how long it was, you pribed Kaito out of the chair, saying Tabe wasn't going to steal Santa's cookies. Despite the kid always proclaiming he was agrow kid he still insisted that he sitter on your lap to receive the presents to show you and his father who refuse to wipe the frown out of his face or to sit down in the ground.

"Uncle rappa gave me a nerf gun first." The kid mumbled while opening the next present with silver paper wrapped around it "Wow! A new action figurine!"

"That's mine actually." Chrono mentioned with a smirk as yououthed a thank you to him as Kai only glared at his childhood friend

"Thank you uncle!" Kaito gleamed in happiness.

You were getting a bit worried to the amount of gifts, you weren't going to lie. It was like when you gave birth to Kaito... too much presents. Yet you were still happy when all Kaito won he showed it to you with a pretty smile that reminded you a bit of your husband's rare one.

"Since when I gave you all the order to spoil rotten my kid?" Kai growled as the precepts tensed while Mimic, Chrono blinked and Pops only arched an eyebrow.

"Is Christmas."

"I'm putting these away." He growled while going to pick the other boxes that weren't open until he felt a tiny hand gripping his pants tight and when he turned to look... he found the usual calm son he had now with tears welling up in his (E/c) eyes with the biggest pout he ever saw.

"Please Dada.... I want to see what's inside..." the kid hiccups and he swore that was the first time ever on his life he felt the worst human on the planet.

"Way to go dude." Chrono mumbled until he flinched at the hard elbow connecting with his chest.

"Fine. But you better organize all these things and not leave it out here for me or your mother to pick it up." He growled but soon blushed crimson red at his son hugging his legs at the front of everyone. "Let go Kaito. Now is not the time."

"Overjerk is such a jellohead when he is with these two you notice?" Rappa mumbled to Tabe as the guy munched on some fried chicken.

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The precepts had gone since they wanted to spend the holidays in other places, so it was only Chrono and Pops left.

"A choo-choo!" The boy exclaimed in glee as he held the new brand toy his grandfather had given him.

"A train with a remote controller.... pops how much money did you spend on this one even?" Kai asked almost in terror as the elder only chuckled and mumbled about letting the kid have fun.

"Mama look! It makes even a lil noise!" The boy pressed a button and it soon the sound of a train filled the room.

"Wow honey that's incredible! Did you thank granddad?" You smiled at your son when his eyes widened in realization as he zapped towards the elder to give him a hug for it.

"Awe is fine! I just wanted to see that boy's smile!" Pops chuckled while messing up the kid's hair

"Later you better not to blame me for this brat to be so spoiled." Kai growled only to soften up a bit as you rested your head on his shoulder and his son climbed back to sit between the two of you.

"I'm not spoiled. You are." The kid mumbled while nuzzling his face and hugging you the best he could with his little chubby arms.

"Pardon?"

"Grandpop and mommy said it. You're spoiled dad." The kid stared up at his dad in the most numb tone of voice he could ever muster as Chisaki glared daggers at the four year old boy as Chrono tried his best to not laugh and fail.

"... you do know you don't need to dress up as Santa right pops? Kaito doesn't need to see it." You mumbled to the elder while your two favorite boys discussed while the old man chuckled on his eggnog.

"Oh please I already have the costume. Chisaki won't do it but sure as heck I will."

"You do spoil Kaito a lot pops.." You chuckled as the elder smiled in triumph

"Parents are made to educate while grandparents are to spoil. That's the rule."

"I never heard of it!" You laughed as Pops chuckled.

"Well, now you do!"

#overhaul x reader #chisaki kai x reader #overhaul #chisaki kai #bnha villains x reader #bnha villains #bnha au #bnha oc kaito #chisaki family #kaito chisaki #zuffer writings

[thebroccolination]

I'm curious about something! In your opinion, which Between Us Specials are BounPrem and which are WinTeam? You mentioned on your last post staff and SWS were very mich aware of the mix, so 🤔🤔 Curious Stephh 🤭

Oooooohohoho, this is a fun ask!

THE BETWEEN US SPECIALS BOUNPREM vs. WINTEAM

Week 1

90% WinTeam

I'd call this one pretty solidly in character. Team moves around in his sleep a lot, Win grumbles a bit, gives Team a kiss on the cheek before he gets out of bed, and Team has an emotional meltdown because he was awake. I think Prem's just a tiiiny bit giddier than Team would be.

70% WinTeam

I think they both borrowed a little too much from their own personalities for this one, Boun more than Prem. Like, Boun's smile and laugh when he realizes Team wants a kiss goodbye are very much his own.

100% WinTeam

And thus, my overall favorite! Win pretends to be exasperated for three seconds, Team is a coddled baby, and Win is smitten. I'm pretty sure these are supposed to be set in the future, like Win's fourth year and Team's second, so this matches up perfectly with how they'd be down the road.

Week 2

30% WinTeam

This is very, very BounPrem to me. Boun just seems to be having fun with the goofy setup, and Prem's reaction at the end is a little too cartoonish. (Also, If I'm remembering right, the original skit Sheep wrote had them eating actual ice cream, so it melted faster and the tone was a little more ~erotic~. The popsicle they got for this scene wasn't really melting, though, so I think it made the scene a lot goofier than it was supposed to be.)

20% WinTeam

This one really drives home a comment Boun made about these special episodes: he found laughing as Win especially challenging because Win didn't really laugh in UWMA. He was fairly collected and calm for most of his scenes, so these lighthearted episodes where he laughs quite a bit are when Boun shines through most obviously. Like, this is just Boun being silly with Prem.

20% WinTeam

Again, this is mostly BounPrem goofing off and being cute. I remember Thai fans were very, "lol so this is a BounPrem week," when these three aired. It was cute, it just wasn't WinTeam Cute.

Week 3

0% WinTeam, 0% BounPrem

This was based on a short social media skit Sheep wrote in 2020. If I'm remembering correctly, Team pokes at his stomach and whines because the pool is closed during lockdown, so Win basically suggests sex as exercise instead. So it's another skit that was originally hinting at an erotic ending aaand turned goofy in the special episode. I honestly pretend this one doesn't exist. I didn't like the weight-shaming in UWMA and I liked it even less in the special episodes. But to give credit where it's due, when fans reached out to Paaty and Dao (BP's managers) about, they said they'd talked to New about it and he said they'd discuss the issue in more detail. So far, there hasn't been anything like it in BU, so it seems like they took the criticism seriously. (And considering one of their favorite sponsors is a plastic surgery clinic that specializes in weight loss, I'm impressed. Fingers crossed it lasts for the rest of BU.) Anyway, Win wouldn't weight-shame his boyfriend. NOT MY WINTEAM.

Note: Weight's a common topic in Asia, I know. When I lived in Japan, it was fairly common to get a cheerful, "You're skinnier/you got fat!" as a greeting from people I hadn't seen in a while. Still, it's one of those cultural things I don't think should be excused just because it's cultural. It just think it's universally unnecessary to comment on other people's bodies, y'know? You don't know what they're going through, it's not yours to comment on, etc. Plus I really don't like the position it puts Prem in.

5% WinTeam

Pffft. I'm remembering how much I disliked Week 3. This week was the one that really worried me about Between Us and how they'd portray Team. Like, why would he be this averse to sex in the special episodes, which are meant to be set when they've been dating for a while…? It just gave me those old-school BL vibes where the ~bottom~ is all "nooOoOOOoOoo I'm pure and I don't like sex" and I want to stab myself in the eye.

30% WinTeam

I think Boun channels the exasperation Win would feel, but Prem plays Team slightly too much like a caricature of Team for me. And then the whole second half is just playful Boun being playful Boun. And again, the "NOOOO NOT SEEEEX" thing.

Note: The locker room scene in BU damn near made me cry. I had almost no hope of them showing Team that enthusiastic about sex after the special episodes.

Week 4

90% WinTeam

Team's asleep throughout the scene, so this was all up to Boun, and he did well, I think! He's a little softer on the ABC gang than I think Win would be, but otherwise I think it's solid. Also, Team reaching for Win in his sleep is my second-favorite moment in these.

Note: N'aw, first introduction of the alphabet! (Minus Art, who was cast later as A.)

90% WinTeam

I was enormously relieved when this one aired because it actually had Team initiating sex. Yay! And the music is ridiculous, but I also really liked Prem's initial frustration/anxiety. He plays it a little too over the top, but in general this is probably my third-favorite scene.

Week 5

0% WinTeam

This is 100% BounPrem. The feet-kicking from Boun, the teasing from Prem, etc. This is WinTeam cosplaying BounPrem.

50% WinTeam

This is very cute, absolutely, but I don't see Win being this taken aback by a cheek kiss after they've been dating for months or possibly a year. Prem did fine though! This feels very much like Team.

60% WinTeam

Especially when you compare this to the horror movie scene in the main series, it's very, very clear that Boun's reaction here is zero percent Win and all himself. BUT there he tells Team he'll stay until it ends felt like Win. I can't decide where I fall on Team telling Win he's cute: it feels like Prem, but it's got Team's sass, so I'll lean in Team's favor for this one.

Week 6

50% WinTeam

This is EXTREMELY FUNNY but it's also EXTREMELY BOUNPREM. In fairness, I think Prem managed to stay mostly in character, but just look at that expression up there. That's 100% my gentle chaotic son Boun. <3

60% WinTeam

It's a little more in-character than the last one but it's still a little caricature-y.

BASICALLY, there's a reason why they put a "we're just fucking around, don't take this seriously" disclaimer at the start of every episode. I saw someone on here call the special episodes extended character workshops, which is genius and probably true.

Regardless of whether they'e more WinTeam or BounPrem, they're very cute and they kept us fed while we waited. <3

And it shows how much they've grown!

#kiranokira answers #between us special #between us #winteam

[helpimhyperfixating]

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Thank you so much!! 🥺

And I think we’re all down bad for him, honestly

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Walking through the house, laundry basket on your hip, you were humming softly to yourself, ready to finish your chore and settle down when you walked through the hall and past the bathroom door, stopping dead in your tracks.

The door was slightly open, the little sliver letting out steam, yet the thing that stopped you were the noises.

Jotaro had gone to take a bath, he told you as much, yet the groans that reverberated from that room made it seem as if he was in labour.

“Jotaro? Honey?” Softly knocking on the door, you opened it gently, getting a good view of your husband as he lay in the tub.

Grey streaks marred the side of his hair, slight crow’s feet by his eyes, worsened by the way he held them clenched shut. He looked exhausted, even in the steamy tub.

“Are you okay?” You spoke with a slight chuckle in your voice, setting the basket down outside the room before entering, shutting the door to keep the heat inside.

“I feel worse than I did 26 years ago.” He groaned, his head making a soft thud on the rim of the tub as he let it fall.

“26 years ago? That’s an exact number.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He muttered, his hand lifting for a second to enforce his words before he went slack again.

“Is the big bad Kujo getting old? Can’t even handle a day out in the field anymore?” You grinned softly, taking a seat on the rim of the tub, right by his head as you put your hands on his shoulders.

Jotaro slowly opened one eye, looking at your movements. “Who’s supposed to be the heartless one here?” He sighed as he let his eyelid droop, yet his whole demeanour changed when you squeezed at his shoulders. “Oh, fuck-!”

The water in the tub sloshed as he jolted, yet almost instantly after, he relaxed into you, an even louder groan leaving him as you squeezed his stiff shoulders.

“You need to stop hunching, it’s bad for you.” You chastised and Jotaro answered with a moaned grumble, the feeling of you working out the knots making him feel euphoric.

Gently massaging him, he was breathing out sighs of pleasure, a husky grunt or groan leaving him if you hit an exact spot, and you giggled a little, your face heating up a bit at it.

“Don’t make those noises, you sound lewd.”

“You’ll know when I sound lewd.” Grumbling that out, Jotaro just leaned back into your touch, his brows now furrowed.

Smiling at how pouty he was, you leaned down and kissed his forehead, instantly absolving the creases as he loosened his face.

“You’re right, I do.” Aaand the crease was back. Laughing at him, Jotaro opened his eyes to glare up at you.

“If you don’t stop real soon, I won’t be the one moaning.”

“Awh, is that a threat, Mr. Kujo?”

“Yes it is.”

“Unfortunately for you, I have the high ground here.” You smirked and Jotaro tilted his head, even as he looked up at you upside down.

“We’ll see about that.”

- - - -

Water sloshed as you bucked your hips together.

Bouncing slowly on his lap, Jotaro was tightly holding your waist as the both of you grunted in sync.

Clinging to his shoulders, you were biting your lip as your husband pumped into you, his thick cock splitting you open, the head nudging your cervix with every rock into you.

“Who’s moaning now?”

Jotaro’s panting taunt made you grip him tighter, your chin on top of his head while he kissed and sucked at your chest.

He was fucking you slow - mindful of the water in the tub - but he was hitting deep, making you unable to keep quiet.

Squeezing your waist one more time, Jotaro’s right hand left it, instead reaching for the edge of the tub which he gripped tight, his left arm curling around your waist fully to hold you against him snugly. Now with a good hold, he started bucking up into you in earnest, instead of bouncing you.

Moaning, you dug your nails into his back and shoulders, your damp body sliding against his as his thrusts turned shallow but quick, only ever pulling out a bit before pushing his hips flush with yours again.

“Ah, f-fuck, Y/N..” Panting, Jotaro let a moan slip out, his knuckled white where he gripped the edge.

Gripping his face, you angled it up towards you before pushing an open mouthed kiss into his mouth, one which Jotaro gladly reciprocated, his tongue diving deep into your mouth, your noises now muffled by each other.

Breathing quick through his nose, Jotaro bucked into you, only for his breath to hitch when one of your hands travelled down and pinched his nipple. Moaning loudly into your mouth, he nearly spilled right then and there, instead roughly yanking you down so your ass met his hips, keeping you still while he still speared you open.

Breaking the kiss, he was panting hard, a groan leaving him as you now pushed into his nipple with your thumb.

“Looks like it’s you who’s moaning.” Smirking, you kissed him again, your free hand travelling down to his other nipple while you started slowly grinding down into his lap, gyrating your hips.

Right before you could start to stimulate his other nub though, your wrist was grabbed, your right hand quickly yanked away from his chest as well.

“You’re a minx.” Jotaro growled as he pushed your hands behind your back, a pretty red blush on his face from both pleasure as well as the heat.

Biting your lip, you started sliding yourself up and down his shaft now that you didn’t have use of your hands anymore, hearing the man softly curse under his breath as he threw his head back.

Your hands fully pushed behind your back, Jotaro’s left hand held both your wrists down with ease, his one arm flexing and pulling you in, keeping you from moving on him and you whined, wanting friction.

“Don’t you worry, sea star.” The man hummed, his gaze half-lidded which made you swallow in anticipation.

Two fingers suddenly pinched your clit and you jolted at it, the surprise bolt of pleasure making a cut-off noise escape your throat.

Smirking, Jotaro revelled in watching your wide eyes melt closed as that pretty mouth of yours fell open when he started rubbing two fingers in circles over your clit, putting just the right amount of pressure.

The water prevented him from truly feeling how wet you were, your slick everywhere, but nothing could hide the way how easily his fingers glid over your folds, his own cock still splitting you open so prettily as you basically cockwarmed him.

Rubbing your clit, you clenched hard around him and Jotaro groaned in satisfaction while you did all you could to stifle your moans.

“Mhm, I don’t know how we ever did it when Jolyne was still living in the house. You’re so loud, sea star, even when you’re trying to keep quiet.”

Squirming on his lap, you gave up trying to hide your moans, wiggling your wrists to try and break free. You just needed that little bit more, you were so so close, just that little bit-!

Your lashes were damp with your tear line as you moaned, clenching around the length stuffed inside you, Jotaro’s large fingers working your clit to desperation.

“Please, please-“ You begged breathily and Jotaro hummed, his wet hair hanging in his face as he squeezed your wrists still trapped in his hold.

“Are you going to cum?”

“Yes! God, yes, please.” You moved and bucked your hips as best as you could, sandwiched and pressed as far into Jotaro as you could already, your chest pressed fully into his, your head thrown back and exposing the column of your throat to his hungry mouth.

He nipped and sucked at every bit he could, covering the surface of your throat in marks before latching onto the sensitive spot he knew sat on the side, below your ear, and sucking hard.

Pairing it with a hard press into your clit, you moaned loudly as the coil in your belly snapped, your walls squeezing his cock as you came hard.

Having been waiting for this moment, Jotaro let go of every part of you for just a split second before he re-gripped you like he had before, bracing himself on the edge of the tub as he started thrusting up into you, fast and deep.

Moaning, you were boneless, left to cling to him as he fucked you through your orgasm, extending it as your whole body felt hot, a buzz shooting through as you just held on as best as you could.

The water sloshed wildly in the tub, some spilling over as Jotaro chased his own orgasm.

The man below you was grunting hard, moans occasionally slipping through while you were the exact opposite, overstimulation now setting in as your orgasm ebbed away, Jotaro’s thrusting making an uncomfortable coil settle in your gut yet at the same time it felt so good.

Thrusting into you, once, twice more, Jotaro then roughly pulled you down on him, spilling inside you with a guttural groan, emptying his balls completely as he dumped his seed, the sensation warm in your gut compared to the somewhat cooled down water.

The moment he let you go, you slumped into him, panting hard together with him as he leaned back into the tub, his dick turning soft inside you as you both breathed, satisfied by each other.

“Thank you, darling. My back feels a lot better now.” Jotaro kissed your forehead where you rested it on his collarbone and you laughed a tired laugh, slapping his chest.

“Liar, that should do the opposite.”

Nosing your hairline, he hummed. “Come on, let’s drain this water and take a shower to clean up.”

With that, he slipped his soft cock out of you before helping you get up from the tub, a trickle of his cum leaking out of you as the bath was drained and the shower turned on.

#hih follower event #jotaro x reader #I hope it’s good #i didn’t edit either so I’m sorry for any mistakes #jotaro kujo #jotaro x reader smut #hih’s hôrni works

[generaltrashshecox]

Baking. It doesn’t have to be for a video I just need to read some Anthony/Damien giggly baking antics

This was so much fun! They're very much flirty but not established... Yet! Art credit: @only-frann thank you so much for the art!!

"So now it says six cups of flour..." Damien said reading off the recipe. Anthony looked at him wide eyed.

"Are you sure it says six cups that seems like a lot..." he said questioning.

"Listen Antonio," Anthony rolled his eyes at the nickname, "I'm just saying what the recipes says!" He chuckled. Guess he couldn't deny that.

"Alright, yes chef," he said saluting and it was Damien's turn to roll his eyes. He poured 6 cups of flour into the mixing bowl.

"Okay aaand- two eggs... How much is that in egg substitute?" he asked looking at Anthony. He shrugged.

"Ion know," he said shrugging his shoulders but he had a smirk on his face. Damien hit him with a whisk.

"Just spill it vegan. Or else I'll put real eggs!" he threatened. He put his hand up in surrender.

"But isn't this my birthday cake?" Damien stared at him making an exaggerated angry face holding the whisk up. "Alright alright its six tablespoons don't abuse me again please sir," he said chuckling.

"That's better. Now watch as a master works!" Damien mixed everything together before wiping his forehead. What he didn't know was that a bit of batter made its way from the whisk to his cheek which Anthony couldn't help but chuckle at. He moved in closer stroking his cheek wiping off the batter before licking it off his finger. Damien flushed at the action.

"Hmm... I think it's a bit too sweet... Or maybe that was just from you," he said smirking. Damien's face got even redder before playfully shoving him.

"S-shut up-" he said trying to focus back on the task at hand. Anthony just continued to watch bent over the counter hand on his chin. "S-stop watching me so intently I can't work under these conditions," he said jokingly but the flush deepened. He was so cute.

"Sorry chef was just "watching a master work" as you said before," he said smiling.

"Well you don't have to do that anymore go do something else while I put this in the oven!" he said shooing Anthony out of the kitchen. He poured the batter into the pan looking rather proud of himself. He wasn't the best at cooking but he was accomplished enough. He took a little taste and hummed. It was sweet but not too much which was perfect. He placed it into the oven wiping his hands. He looked at the mixing bowl before dipping his finger in and licking off the remaining batter.

"And you weren't going to share?" Damien jumped at the sound of his voice. Anthony stood in the doorway smirking once again.

"Don't scare me like that! And no I was just tasting it," he grumbled. Anthony only smiled walking closer also dipping his finger in the mixing bowl as well.

"Yep definitely less sweet like this," he said looking at Damien. He rolled his eyes. He dipped his finger in again and booped it on Anthony's nose giggling. He licked off what he could reach before wiping the rest away.

"Shut up and let's go birthday boy. We got like 20 minutes until it's done," he put a hand on his chin. "How about a round of Mario Kart?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

The smell of cake filled the house as they played. They were pretty evenly matched but at the moment Damien was killing it. He threw a blue shell behind him then past the finish line. "Yes!" he yelled standing up and sticking out his tongue at Anthony. He could only shake his head in defeat. That's when the timer went off and Damien made his way back to the kitchen. He pulled out the cake and set it on the cooling rack. Anthony came up behind him to pick at the cake and he smacked his hand away.

"We have to let it cool!" Anthony chuckled putting his hands on his waist moving him out of the way. Damien tried not to react to he touch but he felt the heat in his ears.

"My birthday my rules," he said picking at it again. Damien just gaped at him.

"Fine if your cake has lumps it's your fault," he huffed. He turned away to make the icing looking at a the recipe again. He dumped the ingredients into the bowl before mixing this time with an electric mixer arms too tired from the cake. He adds a few drops of purple food coloring making it pretty and pastel. He smiled when he was happy with the finished project and turned back to the cake... That had more pieces missing. He scowled. "Anthony!" And he rushed back in.

"What?" he asked innocently. Damien pouted.

"I just wanted to make your cake look nice but now it's going to be ugly!" he said exasperated. Anthony chuckled and rolled his eyes. He poked his pout making him flush once more.

"It's going to be perfect either way because you made it," he said gently. Damien shoved his hand away softly looking away.

"You can't just say stuff like that... People might get the wrong idea," he said softly. Anthony cocked his head to the side. What did he mean by that? "Now get outta here I gotta decorate it!" he said pushing him out of the kitchen once more. Anthony resisted not really wanting to leave.

"Wait wait wait why can't I-" but he was already back in the living room. He sighed before sitting on the couch and crossing his arms looking at the TV. It was still on the Mario Kart main screen so he sighed and picked up a controller. Might as well kill some time...

Damien looked at the cake and wondered whether or not to fancy it up or just put the icing on top and call it a day. He sighed cutting it flat before cutting it in half. Fancy it was because he wanted it to be nice. He frosted it best he could still a thing he was new to but by the end he thought it looked pretty good. He took one of those icing pens and wrote in crappy cursive "Happy Birthday Anthony!" and smiled. He took the candles and stuck them in. "Antonio!" he called towards the living room and he heard him scramble back into the kitchen. He couldn't help but giggle at how fast Anthony popped into the doorway. He showed off the cake and Anthony's face lit up as he got closer.

"We're not gonna light the candles until everyone's here but... Happy birthday," he said gently handing him the cake. It wasn't much really but it was homemade and had effort behind it. Anthony just stared at it for a moment all its imperfections and just the effort really hitting him in that moment. He swallowed before setting it down which made Damien confused. Anthony then looked at him then stepped into his space and hugged him tightly. He froze for a moment before hugging back.

"Thank you... Really," he said gently emotion clear in his voice and Damien flushed even more.

"It was really no problem I just wanted to do something nice for my friend," he said softly. They stayed there for a moment Anthony just enjoying him in his arms before finally pulling away. Damien looked everywhere but him a little overwhelmed and he took his face in his hands making him look. Pretty eyes looked into his nervously and he couldn't help but lean in breath mingling for a moment. Anthony swallowed thickly.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked softly and Damien nodded not trusting his own voice. Anthony kissed him gently and he melted into it. It was soft and sweet and quick as Anthony pulled away. "Happy birthday to me," he said a little breathlessly with a smile. Damien flushed even more before playfully pushing him away but Anthony kept him close. Then there was a knock on the door making them both jump. "I'd like more of that for my birthday later," he said a fire in his eyes making Damien shiver. Then Anthony went to greet the guests as he put the cake in the fridge for later. He brought a hand to his lips still tingling from the kiss and he smiled.

#anthony's day #anthony x damien #anthony/damien #antmien #birthday fic #smosh anthony #smosh damien

[midnightcreator12]

For the prompts you're doing * mf deep inhale * FIC PROMPT! The whole squad going to the mall cuz we NEED it! (03' turtles too, if it's alright and doesn't get to messy to write abt cuz dialogues with big groups are HARD, so it would be understandable ngl ;-;) Everybody needs some shopping tours. Aaaaand perhaps Leon getting lost cuz i'm a sucker for stupid things suddenly happening. I love drama.

I am so sorry with how late this is aaand I did try to get the 2003 boys in there but....it was a lot to balance for something I was trying to keep short so I hope it being Post-The Portal Home is okay!

You do know I know what an interworld market is, right?”

“Clearly you don’t because you call it an ‘interworld market’ instead of a shopping mall,” Leo grumbled.

“That’s what you call a large market with a variety of products from multiple regions! I don’t come up with the names for things…although I guess since Earth hasn’t made contact with other planets it would be an inter-nation market?”

“Shopping center,” Donnie corrected from above. “Or, more commonly, the Mall.”

Chula rolled her eyes fondly, leaping from their current rooftop to the next.

Their new member, however, loudly interjected, “Why would you call a building the maul? That sounds like a terrible idea to get people to restock there.”

“Not ‘maul’, a ‘Mall’!,” Mikey corrected.

“That’s what I said!” Seena protested.

Chula laughed now, hard enough that she had to pause or risk mis-timing her next jump. Seena growled as she ran past, pausing just long enough to smack her shoulder. The blow barely did anything but Chula still reached up to rub the spot and let out a tiny whine.

“I know that didn’t hurt! Cut it out Verd!”

Chula laughed again, louder, before moving again.

It’d been a few days since she and Seena had returned to the boy's dimension. Of course, she and Donnie had gotten to work, making plans to try and track down Astra and the battalion. Since it was obvious that combing each possible reality would take way too much time, Donnie had proposed that they work on the transdimensional communicators and pass them out to the various turtle teams in each reality. When she’d asked why other versions of the brothers he’d gone on…quite a rant that basically boiled down to ‘we attract weird, both versions of ourselves that we’ve met attract weird. Any other versions of us are most likely to bump into a magic space wizard and a ship full of human copies.’

It was the best idea they could come up with that could be done in the relative near future but it meant that trying to look before the communicators were done would be a waste of time. Which meant Chula was stuck waiting for that near future to become the present.

And while she’d tried not to mope around too much…one of the boys must have noticed.

She suspected that was why Raph had proposed this outing. She suspected that it was actually a group idea to try and keep her spirits up and to introduce Seena to more Earth stuff.

So, they were breaking into a ‘shopping mall’.

And apparently, shopping malls on Earth were contained in large buildings.

“Why would it be inside?” Seena asked as they peered down at it.

“Where else would it be?” Raph asked.

“Outdoors.”

“Why would you want to shop outside?” Leo said as he pulled out a katana. “Sounds weird.”

“Your planet is the weird one.”

“Children, let us remember that we’re from different realities,” Chula said as she moved away from the roof edge and waited for the portal to be opened.

“...still weird,” Seena muttered.

Her comment went ignored as Leo opened a portal and all the boys hurried to push Chula and Seena through. Leo bounded in last, sweeping his arms wide in a showmen-like gesture, “Ladies, welcome to the Queen’s Place Mall! Our go-to hotspot for all the latest fashions, food and learn valuable lessons about multitasking and prioritizing!”

“Wha-”

“Just roll with it,” Chula cut Seena off before she could finish the question. 

The other boys were already chattering over each other, trying to pull the pair of aliens in every direction as they pointed out storefronts and the food court and Chula picked up Raph mentioning an indoor public gym that he liked to frequent.

Chula chanced a glance to Seena, snorting when she saw how lost her friend was in the middle of the kids' excitement. But she was letting Donnie and Mikey tug her along, stiffly nodding as they pointed out what looked to be a clothing store, so Chula wasn’t that worried.

She turned to Leo, grinning broadly, “She’s goin’ to be comin’ back in a completely new getup, isn’t she?”

“A good chunk of the plan for this was to get her a new fit,” Leo admitted breezily. “Seriously, does everyone in your reality just have the one outfit they wear all the time?”

Chula frowned, “I’m literally wearing a second outfit to what I normally wear.”

“And no offense, but this getup looks like you just snagged it outta a thrift store because you needed a change real quick.”

“Leo!” Raph chastised.

Chula just shrugged. Because Leo wasn’t entirely wrong in his assessment of how she got her ‘casual’ attire.

Leo led the way, taking Chula to another clothing shop. She expected him to open another portal to get past the gate covering the entrance but instead he dropped into a crouch and whipped out a lockpick set from his belt, “Watch and be amazed.”

Chula hummed but let her eyes roam around. The main bulk of the building was a large open area covered in shiny tiles and polished wood. She could see various little stands scattered around and further away a water feature stood as a centerpiece. Above their heads were walkways for a second floor, probably a copy of the first. She absently wondered if this was what the markets on Courcsaunt looked like, perhaps they could bring Astra here and ask when they found her.

The metal gate made a rattling sound and Chula looked back to see Leo swinging open the shop door. She followed both the boys in, eyes scanning again at the new space.

There was….quite a lot of clothing. And accessories and flashy trinkets scattered everywhere.

“Earth doesn’t skimp on the variety, does it?”

“People like to have a lot of choices,” Raph said. “And this one is one of my favorites. They have a lot of plus size options.”

“Which means we can find something in your taste without going to a mens section!”

“Thank Ashla for that,” Chula chuckled. “What are you pullin’ out back there?”

“Oh, just some options,” Leo circled around another rack and out of view. “You are getting the full Earth experience with this!”

Raph wandered off as well, browsing the racks absently. And with nothing better to do, Chula went in another direction to look around.

It really was quite fascinating to see how many different things this one shop had. Granted, for all she knew, the Core Worlds back home were much the same but she’d tended to avoid anything beyond Mid-Rim. And most of the shops and markets tended to only have a handful of things unique to the individual vendors.

But it seemed Earth locals liked having as many choices as possible in one place. Chula would bet her slug-thrower that every other shop and stand in the mall had just as much variety available.

She looked around the racks surrounding her, taking in the bright colors, intricate designs, layers and layers of fabric-

Her eye spotted something bright blue with rainbow accents.

Curious, she wiggled it out from between the other bright colored clothing around it. And smirked when she realized what it was.

Leo and Raph were finding things for her, she saw no reason not to return the favor.

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“Have fun?”

Seena sent Chula a seething look. She was carrying her normal armor and wearing a dark gray jacket over a white top and loose pants that matched the jacket, “Seems I’m not the only one.”

Chula chuckled, grabbing the skirt of her new flower printed dress and flapping it dramatically, “Leo has excellent taste.”

“Then why is he dressed up in a Quarf jumpsuit?”

Chula glanced back at Leo, happily showing off the clothing Chula had found for him to his brothers, “He said it’s called a unicorn onesie.”

“Whatever. Did all of this at least cheer you up?”

Chula’s grin became softer as her hand smoothed over the silky fabric of her new ensemble, “Yeah. I think I needed this.”

“Thank Force for that then. I never want to have a ‘makeover’ with those two again.”

“Says the woman wearing that makeover.”

“Shut it Verd.”

Both pause for a moment as the group started moving towards the exit.

Then Seena spoke again, “Sooo, we’re just straight up robbing this place?”

“Donnie said he’d leave money. Non-humans aren’t really…widely accepted on Earth.”

“Ah….so why do you want to live here again?”

Chula grinned, looking back towards the boys just in time to see three of them climbing up Raph, “The company makes up for the need to hide.”

#lone hunter and turtle #tmnt #rottmnt #star wars #tmnt au #fanfic #oc #midnight talks

[bansept]

Morning worry

This is my piece for the Ichihime Exchange Challenge! A gift for @killer-mata !

It's my first time participating, so I hope everyone will enjoy it!

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Ichigo gently ran his fingers through his wife's hair, enjoying the divine texture of it, letting his short nails scrap the back of her scalp lightly.

The two of them had just woken up from a way too short night of sleep that had started with Kazui being caught red-handed trying to escape from his room. Not out of rebellion, but more out of the growing and irresistible urge to help the lonely souls outside, a feeling they both could understand. Kazui had looked sad for a second, but he was clever. He knew it was to protect him. At least Ichigo hoped he knew.

Orihime gently placed her hands on both his knees, humming a tune from a childish song to herself. They were seating on their bed, Ichigo behind her with his legs spread out for her to settle in between, caressing her hair while trying to tame it.

For years, with Yuzu specifically, he had tried to understand where to place her pins on the side of her head, not too high to not pull her hair, and not too low to avoid looking like a drenched dog. Ichigo was certain Yuzu kept her hair the way he did it to please him. With Orihime, he enjoyed observing her from afar. In high school, he would notice the way she'd curl her hair behind her ears. When dating, Orihime tried some new hairstyles, including some braids and other intricate techniques he couldn't dare try to interpret.

Now, as a married couple, he carefully tended to her hair, drying it, combing it. She let him, glad her dear husband took such good care of her.

"You look a bit tired. You okay?"

Orihime closed her eyes and placed her head on his shoulder, chin pointing at him.

"Yeah... I just have a long day ahead. And I'm sad I won't be joining you to meet the lieutenants."

She pouted and he kissed her forehead, wrapping both of his arms around her thin waist to pull her against his chest.

"I know... But it's just one night, one hollow to catch. Nothing very interesting."

"Still, I would have liked to see Renji and Rukia. It's been too long."

"Hime, it's been 2 weeks since you last chatted with Rukia."

At his words, Orihime opened her eyes again, flashing him a huge smile.

"As I said, too long. I can't help it if I'm her best friend and we need to discuss things between us women."

Ichigo rolled his eyes, muttering a "be my guest" before raising her back into a seated position to keep brushing her hair.

Of course, Rukia and Renji were always busy with official Soul Society orders, now that they were officers. It didn't quite matter to him: his life was still the same if he met them or not. But to Orihime, it made the time stretch agonizingly slowly.

"What do you even talk about with her?"

He was grumbling teasingly, one hand holding her hair while the other delicately combed the thick mass.

"Well, we talk about our husbands and how grumpy they get." That made him smile. "About new types of food, of cute little things, and about Kazui and Ichika."

"Ah, yes, Ichika must be a junior now, no?"

"Mhm! Aaand... She might have a little crush."

Ichigo only hummed, waiting for more information. He didn't get any more, and stopped his action.

"What?"

Orihime smiled teasingly, as if she didn't know what he was asking. She always did enjoy leaving him cooking before answering. Ichigo went to tickle her side, and his wife quickly surrendered.

"Apparently, Ichika has a crush on Kazui."

Ichigo stared at her, eyes starting to squeeze a frown between his brows. A what? No, at that age you didn't have crushes. You had some attraction, but it was childish.

"Isn't she older than Kazui?"

"By 2 years, it's fine!"

"Nuh-huh! And she's the child of that midget and her baboon!"

Orihime pulled his face to her own, shutting him up with a quick kiss before staring at him seriously, a smile still on her lips.

"First, don't insult the few friends you have, and second, of course she'd get a crush! She's 9, and it's perfectly normal. And it doesn't mean they're going to get married tomorrow. I just thought it was cute."

Ichigo's mouth twisted in discomfort, but he didn't rebuke her. Yeah, maybe it was a normal thing to get a crush. He wouldn't know, the only time he had a crush, he had fought invisible dead people with her, and married her. And that didn't happen when he was 7.

Orihime knew Ichigo wanted Kazui to live his life to the fullest. Experience all human and normal moments he could before their son would have to fight creatures from a parallel world. And yet, he wanted to keep him close, protected and as innocent as the day he was born.

"Kazui doesn't know about it. He's as dense as you are. But you have to accept that he's growing up, and he'll have to be interested in something else than us one day."

The man nodded, combing her hair again and again, losing his focus in its rich color.

"If that gremlin of a captain tries to match them, she's gonna get her ass beaten."

Orihime shook her head at his comment, knowing very well he was only joking. Hopefully.

She knew how protective Ichigo was.

#bleach #ichihime #ichigo kurosaki #orihime kurosaki #ichihime fanfiction #ichihime writing #ichihime exchange challenge

[flockofcrowsinatornadoofcreation]

Birdcage, Chapter 16

Glory Days

Lloyd closes his bedroom door with a sigh, deflating a bit. Flopping onto his bed, he feels himself relax for the first time since this morning.

He won't admit it to his family, but Morro's trial was particularly difficult to get through. The opposing side kept trying to win him over to their side, dredging up old transgressions best left forgiven.

Aaand now he's stressed again. Wonderful.

Perhaps some meditation would be best, Lloyd ponders. Struggling into a sitting position on his bed, he closes his eyes-

And Morro all but kicks the door down.

"You gotta hide me."

Lloyd opens a single eye to glance at him.

"What did you do?" he sighs, closing his eyes again.

"What did- I didn't do anything!"

Lloyd hums skeptically, still hopelessly pursuing meditation. Morro mutters something under his breath and curses.

"It's that nindroid! He's doing this to me!"

That gets Lloyd's attention. His eyes snap open, and he stares incredilously at Morro.

"What? Which nindroid?"

Morro rolls his eyes like he can't believe he's having to explain.

"Echo, obviously."

Oh.

Oh.

"And... what is he doing to you?" Lloyd asks, already knowing the answer. Morro scowls.

"He's making me feel weird. Whenever he looks at me or touches me, my heart gets all jumpy. He tries to understand me, and I can't help but want to know why. He's stupidly kind, with an annoying smile and those damn eyes -- Stop laughing at me!"

Lloyd cackles, laughing harder at Morro's infuriated expression.

"What's so funny," Morro growls. Lloyd takes a moment to calm his laughter, wiping tears from his eyes.

"Morro," he chuckles, "Do you know why he makes you feel this way?"

Morro's eyes narrow.

"You know something."

"Just think about it, Whirlwind."

After a moment of pacing and grumbling to himself, Morro stops short.

"Oh."

He's turned away from Lloyd, so his face isn't visible, but Lloyd can see his posture tighten.

"Morro?"

"First Master, strike me down. This is bad."

"What's wrong?"

"I can't- I- I just-"

Morro turns around. His eyes are huge, and anyone else would write off his red face as a sign of anger.

But Lloyd isn't anyone else, and Morro is definitely blushing.

"Lloyd, kill me," Morro says gravely.

"Wha- No!"

Morro seems to curl in on himself as he returns to his pacing, muttering under his breath.

"Shit. This can't be happening. Shit. Shit."

His chest heaving, Morro turns to Lloyd with a wild look in his eyes.

"I have to get out of here."

Lloyd feels a pang of fear in his chest, catching on his lungs.

"No!"

He scrambles over to Morro, latching onto his arm and looking up at him with wide eyes. Lloyd knows it's an unfair move on his part, but the thought of Morro leaving scares him. He has to keep him from leaving.

Even if it means resorting to his kicked puppy look that Kai swears works every time.

"Kid, you look like I said I'm dying," Morro grumbles, trying to escape. "I can't stay here anymore. It was a mistake to wait this long."

"Morro, you're staying," Lloyd says stubbornly. "You're in love. It's not the end of the world."

"Like you would know," Morro scoffs.

Lloyd falters, and Morro finally pulls his arm free. He's still talking, but Lloyd can't hear him anymore.

A girl with long white hair smirks at him, her smile sharp as a knife. Her eyes glitter coldly, deep blue contrasting against the red paint.

"Lloyd," she says in sing-song. "Don't you want to see your father again?"

Grief runs through his veins, a million voices screaming out in pain. Grief for his father. Grief for his brothers and uncle, dead on the wrecked Bounty. Grief for the girl he thought she was.

But anger rises in its place, burning like venom under his skin.

"Eat shit and die," he spits.

"Hey!"

Lloyd snaps back to the present, where Morro has grabbed his shoulder.

"Come on, Lloyd. Talk to me. What did I do wrong this time?"

Lloyd tries to talk, but the words come out as a gasp. Morro frowns and stands -- when did they sit down? -- to leave.

"I'm getting Kai."

Lloyd wheezes, trying to stop Morro from going, he has to stay, Lloyd will be alone, he has to stay-

"Okay, okay, I'm staying!" Morro yelps, sitting next to Lloyd. "You need to calm down. Your breathing's all wonky."

Lloyd finally finds his voice, coughing a bit as the air catches in his throat.

"Not your fault," he gasps. "Mine."

Morro stares at him, something clicking in his eyes. Lloyd feels the arm around his shoulders tighten.

"What happened after Day of the Departed?"

"What?" Lloyd wheezes.

"Everyone was happy when I last left. I come back, and everyone's walking on eggshells around you. Wu looks younger and sadder, and Cole's practically glued to his side. I've seen the murals in the courtyard. What happened."

Trying to find an excuse and getting none, Lloyd gives up and tells him.

After a explanation of the attack from the Time Twins, a teary rundown of the events after, and a brief moment where Lloyd thought Morro would storm from the room to hunt down Garmadon, Morro is caught up to speed.

Morro drags a hand over his face and sighs. After a moment of silent contemplation, he speaks his mind.

"When Wu found me..." he sighs wearily. "Only a few Elemental Masters knew about the Oni. Wu, your father, the Masters of Fire and Water, and myself. No one else knew. It was a closely guarded secret."

He chuckles dully, shaking his head.

"Imagine my confusion when Pixal spoke so casually of them."

Lloyd hums thoughtfully, absently picking at a loose thread on his hoody sleeve. He should really get it fixed, he'd rather not have his jacket disintegrate. Then he'd have to get a new one.

Oh! That reminds me! The surprise!

"By the way, your new clothes came out of the wash," Lloyd says casually, trying to hide his excitement. "Come on, I'll show you where they are."

Morro looks suspicious, but follows Lloyd from the room and down the hall.

Lloyd stops at the door to one of the unused bedrooms and grins sharkishly at Morro before opening the door.

"Go on in."

Morro hesitantly walks past him into the dark room. Lloyd flicks on the lights, and Morro stops short.

▪︎<◇>▪︎

It's his room.

It's his room. Almost exactly as he left it. Everything is in its place, every detail just the way he likes it. The only difference is the subtly darker color scheme and the addition of a ceiling light.

"What?" he whispers in shock. Lloyd laughs.

"You're going to be staying with us for a while. Did you really think we'd let you sleep in the medbay forever?"

Morro doesn't reply, but approaches his desk, where his folded clothes sit in the chair. He stares down at the pile before picking something up from the top.

"Is this... eye shadow?"

"Yeah," Lloyd huffs a laugh. "You seemed really sad when I told you your eye markings are gone, so I got that for you."

"Oh," Morro whispers, cradling the tiny container like a precious relic. "Thanks."

Lloyd shrugs.

"You're my cousin. It's no big deal."

Morro's world screeches to a halt.

"What?"

"Wu said you called him Dad, back at Stixx. I'm his nephew, which makes you my cousin," Lloyd calmly explains, seeming unaware of Morro's clashing emotions.

"You have to let me go!"

"No."

"She'll pull us both in if you don't!"

"No, I'm not letting you go-"

"Dad, please!"

"No," Morro snaps. "No, I didn't call him that. He must be lying."

Lloyd raises an eyebrow, but doesn't push the topic.

"Alright then. Training starts in the morning. Get some sleep, tomorrow will be early."

#ninjago #flockofcrows #g&gficverse #ninjago birdcage fic #g&g birdcage fic #lloyd #morro #its finally here! #we're almost done!

[justapoet]

mental disorders are weird because it makes you feel like any hint of happiness you might get is wrong as fuck

#and it'll make the happiness go away #because you can't even be sad right #i mean how the hell did we get to this point #just yesterday i wanted to be a princess #and find the diamond castle #and now i feel stuck in a Grimm brothers' tale #or like the statues stuck in the castle #and there's music and all at the end of the day #but it feels wrong to move #even when the melodies are sweet and hopeful #aaand I'm grumbling again #about nothing #or even worse #about #mental health #that was something #and it's not anymore

[flurrys-creativity]

Can I request a Jaebum x reader base on the movie 365 DNI ? 😩😏

I watched that movie just for you... just so you know. Also I'm sorry it took me a while but smut is really hard...

One year

Pairing: Lim Jaebeom (GOT7) x Fem!Reader; Genre: Angst, Mafia AU, Smut, kinda strangers to lovers, slight yandere AU; Rating: nsfw, 18+, MDNI; Warnings: reader is the yandere and manipulative person, a car accident where the father dies, descriptions of reader torturing someone, degrading (nonsexual), the reader uses her body to entice Jaebeom, mistreatment of women, the reader's hair gets pulled and she gets spit on (in a nonsexual way), someone gets stabbed with a letter opener, same person gets shot and killed, now the smut: unprotected sex, breast play, rough sex, creampie, mentions of a lot of sex, mentions of voyerism, riding, reader showing some psychotic tendencies, jaebeom getting off of it, mentions of death threats, a second car accident aaand major character death; Wordcount: 7.998

Summary: After a horrible accident your whole world had changed. Your only constant and a little treasure was Lim Jaebeom, who coincidentally decided to apply for a job at your company. That had to be a sign you were meant to be with your angel.

A/N: I switched it up a little from the movie.. less Stockholm Syndrome, more manipulation and the reader is Mr. "Are you lost babygurl"

“Do we have a deal?” You asked in a low tone, leaning back in the large chair to look down on the people across from the table. You raised an eyebrow in question when they didn’t answer immediately. 

Your gaze flickered to your men, standing right behind the spokesperson. Both of them took a step closer to the man across you, looming threateningly above him.

“Yes, yes, we have a deal”,  he gritted through his teeth and grabbed the pen, signing the papers on the table as fast as possible.

Your red lips parted into a bright smile. “Wonderful! Now that that is settled, how about a drink?” You snapped with your manicured fingers and a butler hurried inside, bringing you a glass of alcohol. You inhaled the scent of bourbon, loving the burn already as you swirled it around in the glass. The large ice cube clinked against the glass, disrupting the tense silence in the room. “To a great partnership”, you cheered and raised your glass, staring pointedly at your newest business partners, who reluctantly joined you.

“Gosh, I hate these business deals”, you grumbled under your breath, walking through the foyer of your corporation once your men had dropped you off after the meeting and searched for a parking spot now.

You unbuttoned the top buttons of your blouse, feeling less stuffed already as you headed for the elevators. When your gaze roamed around the foyer and landed on the broad shoulders of a man, you halted and observed the moment.

The man bowed to the secretary, exchanging a few words with her, before he turned around. Your eyes locked and it felt like the air got sucked out of your lungs when you recognised his face. You watched him shortly bow to you as well and then leave the foyer.

You immediately made a beeline to the front desk, asking what he wanted. You slowly nodded along to your secretary explaining what happened, demanding to get the application documents he apparently left before you headed back to the elevators.

As soon as you were in the elevator and the doors closed, you skimmed through the document, scanning all the valuable information in there. A smirk played over your lips as you closed the folder again. This was exactly what you needed.

Lim Jaebeom. 

You read the name over and over again. His application documents were on the table in front of you, the first page with his picture open. Those cat-like eyes stared straight ahead.

Just like they did back then. On that fateful day.

Your driver sped through the streets, trying to get your father and you to the next appointment. While your father sat on the passenger seat, he insisted on sitting there, feeling more comfortable despite a higher risk, you sat on the middle seat in the back. You leaned forward, holding yourself up on the seats in front of you as you talked with your father, arguing with him. It was a stupid argument about the business and that you should partake more.

That was the moment your driver suddenly tensed. You noticed it immediately and ignored your father’s bickering to turn to the driver. “What’s wrong?”

“The brakes aren’t reacting!”

Your gaze wandered down to his feet, seeing how he stomped on the paddle. Realising the threat, you looked back up.

The driver tried to avoid major obstacles but as the road made a sharp turn, your fate was sealed. He tried to follow the road but with the speed it was nearly impossible.

The car tumbled around until it came to a stop against a street lamp. 

You softly touched the back of your head. With all those turns you had crashed through a window and landed on the street, several feet away from the car. You don’t remember much from that day except for the excruciating pain soaring through your body and Lim Jaebeom’s face above you.

The daylight appeared like a halo behind his head and in your delusions you were sure you saw an angel. “Hang in there”, he had said, “I called an ambulance.”

Lim Jaebeom saved your life on that day. According to the police he had witnessed the crash and reacted immediately.

You had been lucky that day. Unlike your father. His head had bumped against the window hard enough to cause internal bleeding that couldn’t be stopped. He died on the way to the hospital. Thankfully your driver survived with several broken bones and scratches. 

He was still your most trusted driver. Even though he had refused to drive you again at first, fearing to mess up again. Only after a private investigation made clear that it wasn’t his fault since someone had cut the brakes, which he couldn’t have seen, he accepted to drive you again.

You looked up from the documents when someone knocked on the door to your office. You quickly glanced at the large clock standing next to the door and grinned. Punctual. With that you stood up and rounded your office desk. You shortly stopped at the chessboard in the corner of your office and moved a pawn to another field before you walked over to the door and opened it with a smile.

“Lim Jaebeom, I assume?” You offered your hand for him to shake and invited him into your office afterwards. “Anything to drink for you?”

“Water, please.”

You nodded and prepared a glass of water which you set on the table in front of him. You then sat down on your chair again, eyeing the man in front of you curiously.

He smiled awkwardly and reached for the glass of water, taking a sip when you didn’t speak immediately. After that he proceeded to look around your office.

“Tell me”, you smiled and leaned forward, resting your arms on the table, “why did you apply to a company that didn’t offer any open spots?”

Jaebeom sighed, his shoulders dropping already. “I’m currently working at a place I can’t stand. I’m constantly getting looked down on, promotions get always passed to others who work less and my ideas or submissions get ignored all the time. I honestly have had enough and decided to take fate into my own hands.”

“That is very courageous of you.” You crossed your arms over your chest, pushing your breasts up intentionally. “Tell me, what do you have to offer? Give me a reason why I should hire you.”

He immediately straightened, his gaze shortly landing on your chest, before he looked straight ahead again, reciting all the qualifications listed on his application.

“I’m quite able to read your application. Do you have anything else to offer?”

“I work hard and am willing to give my all, no matter what is asked of me.” Determination shone in his eyes.

You smiled brightly again. “Wonderful!” With that you pulled a contract out of a drawer and placed it in front of Jaebeom. You briefly walked him through the details, highlighting his salary and his position as well as the requirements. You then held a pen towards Jaebeom, waiting for him to take it and sign the papers.

He quickly scanned the contract, grabbed the pen and signed it on the spot. Jaebeom handed you one of the copies, seeing you had it already signed, and kept the other one for himself. He would now work for you for the next 365 days. Afterwards it was up to him if he wanted to continue working at this company or somewhere else.

“When will you be able to start here? I assume you haven’t quit your previous job yet?” You asked while you gently traced his signature on your copy with a satisfied smile.

“Monday morning!” Jaebeom scooted to the edge of his chair, showing you how eager he was to quit his old job and start here as soon as possible.

You smiled brightly. “That’s marvellous! I love it when things work out just perfectly.” You admired his features silently, keeping the dreamy sigh locked inside of your chest while your eyes wandered over his god like face. If the old Greeks had known Lim Jaebeom they would have built every statue based on him. You were sure of that. “I’ll expect you in my office at eight o’clock sharp on Monday morning. I’m delighted to work with you.” 

Once again you stretched your hand out for Jaebeom to shake, smiling gently when he profusely told you how delighted and thankful he was. You walked him to your door and even watched him leave until the elevator doors closed and his form was gone from your view.

Finally your dreamy sigh was able to leave your lungs. You closed the door and leaned against it with your back. One step closer to being with your angel. Your heart pumped heavily within your ribcage, spreading heat throughout your whole body. Small tingles prickled all over your skin while you let your hand glide over your stomach and up to your chest. You cupped your breasts and squeezed them gently, picturing your angel standing in front of you instead of being alone.

The excitement of having Jaebeom closer to you still felt surreal to you. Now you wouldn’t have to monitor him as much and you had dozens of opportunities awaiting you to get closer to him.

Your thoughts got interrupted with a phone call coming from your office desk. You gritted your teeth and walked to your desk, leaning over it to grab the phone. “Yes?” You asked rather harshly before listening silently to the words the caller had to say.

“I swear to god”, you grumbled and pressed your thumb and index finger against the bridge of your nose, “bring him up. I’m gonna deal with that bastard.” You hung up your phone and walked over to your little chess board. You glanced over the figures, contemplating which one to move next.

Only when the door opened and your men brought a heavily beaten up guy into your office, you grabbed a pawn of the opposite team and placed it on a new field. “Why do you think you are here?” You asked without turning around, tracing the form of the pawn with your fingertips.

“Oh, the all mighty”, he spit out, pretending to sound intimidated, “quiver before me. What are you going to do? Torture me? In your office?”

Your jaw tensed and you closed your eyes in annoyance, taking several deep breaths through your nose. “Why do men love to underestimate everyone around them?” You asked rhetorically and turned around, pure rage burning in your eyes as you stared down at the man on his knees. You walked around him, watching him like a tigress watched her prey. 

You noticed the slight tremble in his form, the fear of what you could possibly do to him finally catching up. He swallowed thickly as his eyes flickered around the room, searching for a way to escape.

Sadly enough for him, your office only had one door which was flanked by your men. They would simply shove him back into the room without even batting an eye.

“If you’re looking for a way out”, you smiled sweetly and halted in your movements right before the large window front, “it’s right here.”

“You’re insane!”

Your smile dropped from your lips. “I don’t think you’re in the position to make such claims.”

He immediately cowered in front of you, robbing away from the windows as much as he could in his state. “You can’t possibly ask me to jump out of the window! This is the 26th floor!”

You scoffed and walked over to the man, kicking him in the stomach so he rolled over on the floor. “I don’t ask anything of you.” 

He coughed loudly, not having expected such a blow. 

Displeasure was written all over your face as you saw some blood trickling from his broken lip and dropping on the hardwood floor. You kicked against his shoulder, making him fall onto his back. Without hesitation you stepped with one of your heels on top of his chest, putting some pressure on it to keep him in place. “I neither have the time nor the patience to deal with fuck ups like you. So I advise you to refrain from your current attitude unless you really want to jump. I know ways to be your worst nightmare. I know how to make you wish you had chosen that exit today. Are we clear?” You leaned over the man, pressing your heel into his chest as if you wanted to pierce him with it. A satisfied smirk played over your lips, seeing the pain and fear visible in his eyes. 

You pressed even harder down on his chest, staring expectantly at the man to your feet, when the door to your office shot open. Your head snapped up, about to yell at the person who interrupted you but as you locked eyes with Jaebeom you froze. Sheer panic flooded your system as you noticed how he scanned the situation.

You quickly stepped over the man, ignoring the fact you used his body to walk over, and quickly made your way to Jaebeom. A simple but pointed gaze towards your men was enough for them to understand what they had to do while you pushed Jaebeom out of your office. The door closed behind you and you stopped pushing Jaebeom. Your hands still lingered on his pecs, unsure what to do next. 

“Why did you come back?” You whispered, staring at the floor between the both of you. Mentally you already moved another chess piece around, this time though to a spot that would throw you further away from victory. With Jaebeom witnessing what you were capable of, you were sure he would rip the contract right in front of your nose and just never show up again.

“I wanted to know what type of coffee you like.”

“Huh?” Confused, you looked up to see Jaebeom’s face. A glimmer of hope sparked in your chest again as he didn’t look frightened of you. “What type of coffee do I like?”

You were on the verge of tears when he suddenly smiled ever so gently and grabbed your hands, removing them from his chest. “I assumed I should bring you coffee first thing in the morning. As your personal assistant.”

“You came back because of that?” Your voice was barely over a hushed whisper, too afraid to burst the illusion your desperate mind created right in front of you. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

You bit on your lower lip. “Aren’t.. aren’t you scared of me?”

Jaebeom shook his head. “The way I see it. As lon as I’m not a fuck up I’m all good.”

You felt your insides twist needily, hearing him say fuck so casually right in front of you. “Yeah.” You weren’t able to form anything else, too stunned by the chance that was given to you as well as your body wanting to be taken on the spot.

“So. What type of coffee do you like?”

“I’ll trust your decision”, you smiled and stepped away from Jaebeom. You knew if you stayed any longer so close to him and his heavenly scent, you would jump him and most likely scare him away. For real this time. “I’ll see you on Monday then?” Even though you didn’t want your voice to raise at the end as if you were asking him a question, you couldn’t help the inner uncertainty to well up.

“Until Monday.” 

You could feel a large weight being lifted from your shoulders when Jaebeom confirmed it, making you smile more genuinely now. You watched him leave for a second time, your smile only dropping when you turned back to your office door.

If getting Jaebeom to fall in love with you was a game of chess, him walking in on that situation would have been a horrible move on your side. Thankfully fate seemed to be a bad player, not noticing the mistake and being lenient with its own move. Unless it decided to take pity on you.

A game against fate was always risky but you would take it head on. For your love. For your angel. You simply had to be more careful and play even more cunning than before.

For the next few months your little game got almost too easy. Jaebeom accompanied you to every meeting, he stayed with you when you reviewed reports, kept reminding you of your schedule and even tagged along when you needed new clothes.

You still grinned like the cheshire cat, remembering his lustful eyes when you had called for him and his opinion on the lingerie you had tried on.

“Why is lingerie so important for a business deal?” He had asked, trying to sound so innocently and avoiding looking at your half naked form.

“For the extra boost of confidence.” You smiled and stepped in front of him. “So? What do you think?”

Jaebeom had taken a deep breath before his eyes slowly travelled over your body. The muscles in his jaw had ticked slightly whenever his eyes fell on your curves, ass or breasts. “You definitely seem confident”, he had breathed out through his teeth.

From then on you had made it a habit to buy a new set of lingerie whenever you needed a new business outfit. And you definitely asked Jaebeom for his opinion every damn time.

You started to feel his lingering gazes on your form, confident he imagined what you wore underneath your clothes. You would tease him every now and then with some revealing movements but aside from that you tried to keep it professional. At least as long as the two of you were on company grounds.

More often than not you and Jaebeom went out even after working hours. You two visited cafés, bars and restaurants together, talked about your lives and simply enjoyed each other's company. By now you basically controlled his every step.

Though you tried to keep Jaebeom out of the rather shady parts of your business. But the longer he stayed with you the more he got involved. People knew of him and if you really wanted to know him to be safe, you had to introduce Jaebeom to this part of your world. Someday.

You stood in front of your chess board again, waiting for a future business partner to arrive. Over the months fewer pieces remained on the board, most of them were lined up at the side of the playing field. It appeared like one side clearly had the upper hand and you were quite confident to be on the right path but there were still enough chances for the opposing side to turn this game around.

“Who are you playing against?” Jaebeom asked and stepped next to you, looking down on the chess board with curious eyes. He always saw you moving pieces around every now and then but until now he never dared to ask you what it was about.

You shrugged with your shoulders. “Myself, fate, something like that.” You then looked up to Jaebeom with a smile. “Business is like a game of chess. If I don’t consider every possibility I will be thrown under the rug. So I have to stay focused and alert all the time.”

“Must be exhausting.” A hint of sadness washed over his features as he searched your eyes. 

“I got used to it.”

Jaebeom shook his head. “Nobody can get used to permanent stress. I want you to be able to relax. At least when it’s just the two of us.”

You pushed yourself on your toes, cupping Jaebeom’s cheek and placing a soft kiss on his other. “Thank you. That means a lot to me.”

A knock on the office door interrupted you two. You shortly closed your eyes before you plastered a bright smile on your face again and walked to the door, ready to open it. You always liked to greet your guests personally and Jaebeom simply accepted it, standing behind your office desk and waiting there.

“So glad you were able to make it!” You said after opening the door, stretching your hand out to greet the man in front of you.

He ignored your hand and simply waltzed into the office, looking around with narrowed eyes. “I heard a lot about your organisation. It’s a surprise I’ve never seen you before. The man behind all the glory.” His eyes landed on Jaebeom. “I’m glad to make some deals with you today.”

Jaebeom tensed and glanced towards you, seeing the annoyance radiating off of you. Only after you took several deep breaths, closed the door and nodded towards him to play along, did he relax a little.

You still had to walk over to him and push him down on your chair, sitting on the arm rest for yourself. You eyed the man in front of you, having the urge to throw him out of your office already. It wasn’t the first time someone underestimated you but to be blatantly ignored might be a new record.

Jaebeom placed a hand on your thigh, squeezing it lightly, before he spoke up. “I assume you have the proposal with you.”

The man dropped a file holder on the table and pushed it over to Jaebeom, who opened it. Both of you read through the contents. It took everything within you not to throw the file into that man’s face again. His demands and offers were outrageous.

You placed your hands on Jaebeom and drew a small x on the back of his hand, telling him you wouldn’t accept such a proposal.

“You’re demanding too much and offering not enough for me to accept that proposal”, Jaebeom said and shoved the file back over the table, staring the man down with an ice cold gaze.

A smirk played over your lips. Jaebeom was definitely born to do this and to say you weren’t turned on by it would be a lie. You could feel your core throbbing and your desire for him skyrocketing. Your gaze fell on his hand, the large palm and long fingers spread over your thigh, the heat on your skin. It drove you crazy. Your legs tensed when you visualised his hand to move further up. You barely paid attention to what the man had to say, knowing you didn’t want to work with such a scumbag anyway. Instead your only focus lied on Jaebeom’s hand.

Your breath hitched when his hand moved upwards. Your eyes immediately snapped to his face, observing his side profile closely.

An amused smirk played over his lips and a knowing glint sparked in his eyes as he momentarily looked at you before bringing his attention back to the man in front of him. “I’m not interested in your excuses.”

You wanted to whimper so badly, hearing his harsh tone. You even pictured him saying it to you in the first place.

“Maybe you should send your toy out of the room so we can have a talk between men.”

Jaebeom’s hold on your thigh became almost painfully strong. His fingers dug into your skin. You weren’t sure whether he tried to hold you back or he tried to ground himself. You glanced at his side profile again, seeing his jaw tense and a single muscle tick.

“What.”

“Send that woman outside. She’s clearly distracting you.” 

You raised an eyebrow in question before a realising smirk played over your features. Jaebeom seemed to have come to the same conclusion as he pulled your leg over his lap. You pressed your heel against the other armrest and watched Jaebeom with bated breath.

His fingers traced over your skin while he fixated the other man. “Maybe you’re speaking of yourself.” He grinned and kissed your knee, letting his hand trail further up your thigh. He even brushed your skirt away, revealing your soaked underwear to the man’s view.

You shivered at the exposure, your hand automatically moving to Jaebeom’s neck where you played with his hair. You wanted more. You needed more. As if your body had a mind of its own, you quickly shuffled around until you straddled Jaebeom, pressing your throbbing core against his centre. 

Jaebeom inhaled deeply, intoxicated by your close proximity. When you started moving your hips against his dick, he immediately placed his hands on your ass, pushing you further against himself.

You looked over your shoulder to the man with a disinterested look on your face. “I don’t want to do deals with you anymore. You may leave.” You turned back to Jaebeom, pressing yourself against his form. Your lips ghosted over his exposed neck, ready to latch on his soft skin whenever you wanted. Your eyes fluttered close from the sensations. You could feel his dick harden underneath you, making you clench around nothing.

Too focused on your angel and your own desire you completely forgot about the other man inside your office, until he grabbed your hair and yanked you away from Jaebeom. You yelped in pain and your hands immediately shot up to your head.

You got pulled onto your desk, the man standing above you with a face as red as a tomato. “Bitch!” He spit down on you, disgust written all over his face. “How dare a lowly slut speak to me like that?!”

Jaebeom jumped up, grabbed a letter opener from your desk and slammed it into the man’s wrist. Once the man let go of your hair, Jaebeom pulled you up to his chest, cradling you there protectively.

The man screamed in pain, fuming at his mouth as he turned his anger towards Jaebeom. 

Having had enough of that bastard you grabbed the handle of your hidden drawer in the middle of the desk and pulled it open, revealing a gun hidden inside of it. You grabbed it without hesitation and aimed at the man, successfully shutting him up.

“Give me a reason not to shoot you”, you hissed through your teeth. “First you ignore me, then you disrespect MY company and MY business with such a lousy proposal, you dared to touch me without my permission and even had the audacity to insult me. Get down from your fucking high horse and get it into the thick head of yours: not every business partner is male. You should have done some research on my name.”

You watched his eyes widen in horror and how he turned into a stuttering mess.

“Give her the letter opener back”, Jaebeom said leisurely as he wrapped his arms around your middle.

“You little shit..”

You cocked the gun, motioning to him to follow Jaebeom’s request. You watched him pull the sharp tool out of his wrist, biting down on his lip in pain to prevent himself from howling.

When he was about to place it on the office desk, Jaebeom spoke up again: “Clean it.”

Begrudgingly the man followed the request and wiped it clean on his sleeve before he placed it on the desk.

Your eyes wandered to your hardwood floor, seeing how droplets of blood had fallen on it. “You can continue with the floor.”

Somewhat clumsily as he pressed his wounded wrist against his chest the man got on his knees and started rubbing over the floor.

“Good. Now leave.” You placed the gun on your desk and closed your eyes, taking some deep breaths to calm yourself down again.

“Fucking bitch”, the man muttered as he got up again and walked to your office door.

Before you were even able to react, Jaebeom grabbed the gun, aimed at the man and pulled the trigger.

You stared at the body dropping to the floor, watched how your men stormed into the office ready to come to your aid. You saw out of the corner of your eyes how Jaebeom lowered his arm and placed the gun back on the desk. “Angel of death”, you whispered before you snapped back out of it. You quickly gave some orders to your men and waited until they dragged the body out of the office and closed the door behind them.

“I’m sorry.”

You ignored Jaebeom’s apology and looked down at your body instead. “I feel disgusting”, you whined, seeing the glistening spit on your cleavage. You started to unbutton your blouse and used it to wipe over your skin, removing the remaining spit before you threw the fabric into the bin. You then grabbed some disinfectant from one of the side drawers and rubbed it over your chest, making sure nothing of that pig’s saliva stayed on you.

Jaebeom watched you silently. He had seen you in a bra more than once but this time it felt different. So when you stemmed your hands into your hips and finally looked up at him, he couldn’t help himself. Jaebeom took one large step, grabbed your face and pulled you into a kiss.

You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. This was what you wanted. This was your goal all along. Six months of tiptoeing around him and teasing him finally paid off.

Jaebeom gently pushed you backwards. When you two collided with the chess board he changed directions until you were pressed against the wall.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw the king fallen to the floor but you couldn’t care less about it. Right now all you wanted was Jaebeom.

And he wanted you. Jaebeom cupped your breasts, kneading them while kissing you senseless. 

You gasped into his mouth and arched your back, inviting him to open your bra, which he did immediately. You were able to breathe when Jaebeom broke the kiss and leaned down to kiss and lick your breasts and nipples. You moaned and mewled with his tongue pleasuring you.

Before you even knew it, Jaebeom grabbed you underneath your thighs and carried you back to your office desk, placing you on top of it. All of it while continuing to kiss you over and over again. His hands glided down to your knees and he firmly pushed your legs further apart. Jaebeom even pulled you to the edge of the desk until your wet core was pressed against his hard cock.

You impatiently fumbled with his belt, whining underneath your breath when it wasn’t fast enough to your own liking.

Jaebeom helped you and pushed his pants and underwear down, revealing his thick cock. It stood strong in front of you, the tip already leaking precum.

You hesitantly wrapped your fingers around his shaft, dragging your thumb over the prominent vein underneath. You salivated the longer you stared at his dick. “Perfect”, you whispered and looked back up to Jaebeom. 

He eyed you, and you weren’t sure whether he was nervous or only wanted to see your reaction. “Do you want me?”

“Fuck”, you breathed and nodded quickly, swallowing your own saliva down, “yes, I do. I want you to take me right here and now!”

Jaebeom groaned and pushed your skirt upwards, revealing your soaked panties to him. He pressed two fingers against your core, dragging them over your entrance in a teasing manner. 

You shivered in delight, watching him intently with baited breath. You bit down on your lower lip when he grabbed the letter opener and used it to rip your panties open.

Jaebeom removed your hand from his cock and rubbed it instead against your wet core, groaning from the friction he created. Once he deemed his shaft slick enough he grabbed it and pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance, teasing you by not pushing into you.

“Jaebeom!” You warned him, growing restless and impatient. “Fuck me now!”

He chuckled and locked eyes with you. “I won’t be gentle.”

“Good!”

That was all he needed as he slammed himself into you. If he wouldn’t have been holding onto your leg, you would have probably scooted back from the force behind his thrusts. Jaebeom now held both of your legs wide open, pulling you into him while he rammed his cock into your tight hole. 

The air got filled with your cries of pleasure and skin slapping against skin. You barely heard his grunts over your own pleasure, but seeing his clenched jaw and concentrated look in his eyes was enough for you to know he was just as much into it. 

You shifted your weight to only one arm as you placed your index on your clit, rubbing it fiercely. Jolts of electricity spread through your body, making your skin tingle. You felt the knot tightening in your core and your mouth suddenly became dry as the haze of lust clouded your senses.

With another deep thrust you came undone around Jaebeom’s cock. He continued to thrust into you, chasing his own high. Right before he came, Jaebeom pressed his hips against yours and leaned over your body to kiss you fiercely.

You felt him throb inside of you, knowing he painted your walls white. You wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss.

“I probably can’t get enough of this now”, Jaebeom admitted with a smirk, only slipping out of you after his dick softened.

“Good”, you repeated, sitting up and looking at Jaebeom, who started to clean everything up - even your overthrown chessboard. “I’ll definitely want you to fuck me again.”

Ever since that day you couldn’t get enough of each other. Always touching, always making out, always having sex. As much as possible and whenever possible. You were always down for it.

Whether you leaned over your desk to review some papers and Jaebeom stepped behind you, pressing his hard on against your ass, or you pulled him into the changing cubicle when you two were shopping. One time he even ate you out on the hood of your car down in the parking lot under your company. The thrill, that anybody could come and see you like that, had your whole body on edge. 

He even fucked you in front of a client, who made another nasty remark about you being not cut out for this job. 

You felt the most content with his dick inside of you. It didn’t matter if you sucked him dry or he drilled himself into your pussy or even ass. Having him like that was everything you wanted - everything you needed.

He even stayed most of the nights at your place now, fucking you into oblivion before both of you would fall asleep in your bed.

“I love you”, Jaebeom murmured and kissed the top of your head, pulling your naked body closer against his own.

You turned on your stomach, ignoring that the blanket slightly drifted off of your body, and looked up into Jaebeom’s face, searching for any indication that he wasn’t serious. “Really?”  You asked hopefully, feeling how your heart fluttered inside of your chest.

Jaebeom smiled lazily and pulled you half over his body, satisfied when your boobs were pressed against his chest. “Maybe I shouldn’t”, he said and started drawing lines on your back with his finger, “as your employee I mean. But yes, I do love you.”

“I love you too”, you whispered, “so so much.”

“Aren’t you worried people won’t approve of your love? To a mere assistant?” 

You pushed yourself up and straddled Jaebeom, placing your hands right next to his head as you leaned down and stared into his eyes. “I’ll get rid of everyone who dares to even think that you’re a mere assistant”, you told him in a serious tone, “you’re so much more. You are my man.”

“Fuck”, Jaebeom exhaled, “you’re so hot when you get all dark and serious.”

You smirked. “Kinky.” Nonetheless you rubbed your core against his hard dick, coating it in your slick. You already vibrated with excitement when you aligned the tip of his dick with your entrance, moaning pleasantly when you pushed yourself down on it.

Jaebeom thrusted up into you, meeting your rhythm. He grabbed your hips and helped you stabilise yourself while you continued to ride him.

You rested your hands on his chest, dragging your nails over his skin until little red lines tarnished his otherwise spotless upper body. Your rhythm stuttered when the ringing of the doorbell suddenly interrupted you. “Ignore it”, you hissed more to yourself than Jaebeom, hoping to get back into your desire.

Sadly enough though the person continued to ring the bell like a mad man. You cursed and got up, running your fingers through your hair in annoyance.

Jaebeom got up as well, grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards him for a soft kiss. “I’ll get it.” He let go of your hand, smiling softly when you visibly melted in his presence, and grabbed a towel to hide his private parts behind it. 

You watched him with lustful eyes, wrapping a bed sheet around your body and following him, only so you could look at his fine ass for a little longer. Your loving gaze vanished though, the minute Jaebeom opened the door.

“Ah, the angel finally fell into her trap, huh”, Youngjae said, looking over Jaebeom’s naked body with little to no interest.

“What are you doing here?” You asked and stepped in front of Jaebeom, throwing daggers at your ex-boyfriend.

“I needed to talk to you.”

You scoffed and crossed your arms in front of your chest. “I have a secretary for a reason. She makes appointments for people that want to talk to me.”

“As if you would have accepted that”, Youngjae retorted, copying your stance, “ever since your new toy arrived, you ignored every advance I made. You blocked me everywhere ten months ago.”

“And yet you’re here.”

“Because it’s urgent.”

“Urgent enough you just had to interrupt my high?”

Youngjae clicked his tongue and turned his attention to Jaebeom. “You know she is only using you. Once she’s satisfied or bored she’ll kick you out like trash. You’re simply a toy for her.”

You slapped Youngjae and glared at him. “Just because you were a toy, doesn’t mean my angel is one as well. He is way more than you. And just for your information I plan to spend the rest of my life with him!” You turned around and smiled at Jaebeom, placing one hand on his cheek to guide him down to your level for a kiss. “Hoping you’ll agree to stay with me. Forever.”

“Whatever!” Youngjae raised his voice, getting your attention again. “I’m here to warn you.”

“Warn me?” You raised an eyebrow questioningly and leaned into Jaebeom’s form, waiting for Youngjae to continue.

“You remember your stunt?”

“Which one?” You rolled your eyes and even yawned, showing how little interest you had in Youngjae’s warning.

“The sleazebag you killed. His group isn’t happy with that.”

“What’s new?”

“Others aren’t happy about that as well. They say you stepped out of line and want to teach you a lesson.” Youngjae said sternly, looking you straight in the eyes. 

“Out of line?!” Jaebeom spoke up and wrapped his arms around your form, pulling you against his body. “How could she have been out of line when that idiot treated her like a whore?” He glared at Youngjae. “Another piece of information for you. I killed that scumbag.”

Your eyes widened in shock. Nobody was supposed to know it was him. You would have been able to deal with the wrath of your opponents but Jaebeom wasn’t used to this world. Even though he handled most of it rather well, he still didn’t belong to this world.

“Because of me!” You quickly intervened, schooling your face immediately when you noticed Youngjae’s eyes on you. “I would have killed that man anyway.” You shrugged with your shoulders, playing disinterested again. “He wasn’t worth living.”

Youngjae hummed, simply staring at you for a while. “I warned both of you”, he then said and left.

You watched his back before you closed the door, nibbling on your lower lip in thought. “Never leave my sight”, you whispered and turned around to Jaebeom, cupping his face and looking into his eyes with desperation. “You need to stay with me at all times!”

Jaebeom tightened his arms around your body and kissed your forehead. “Don’t worry. I’ll stay with you.” 

You relaxed into his hold, leaning your head against his chest and listening to his steady heartbeat. “I can’t lose you”, you told him quietly, trying to suppress the fear that welled up inside of your heart.

At first you were extremely careful, checking everything. You always held Jaebeom’s hand wherever the two of you went. You even made him carry a gun at all times, just like you had one strapped to your thigh or ankle. Except for Jaebeom, you started to mistrust everyone around you. Everybody was a possible threat.

You stood in front of your chessboard again, seeing how only the king and the queen of one colour remained on the field while the other team had a few more pieces, mostly pawns though. 

Jaebeom hugged you from behind and placed his chin on your shoulder, looking down on the chessboard as well. “Doesn’t look too good for them, huh?”

You shook your head. “No, it’s all good. They don’t need anybody else. We can still win!” With that you moved the queen and kicked yet another pawn from the board. “See? I’ll protect my king at all costs.”

“I’ll protect you too”, he murmured and kissed your cheek, before turning you around. “It’s been weeks now and you’ve been on edge ever since. Let us drive home and take a warm bath together, hm?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned into his body, smiling tiredly. “That sounds lovely. I can’t wait to have you for myself again.”

Jaebeom chuckled lowly. “You have me all the time.” He kissed you, placing one hand at the back of your head to deepen the kiss. His tongue slid into your mouth and toyed with your own muscles. “Still, I want you to loosen up a little and enjoy everything I’ll give you to one hundred percent.”

Your insides immediately clenched around nothing, excited at the promise Jaebeom was making. You felt hot and cold at the same time, impatient for his ministrations. You nearly lost your mind when he kissed along your throat and down to your collarbones. 

“Let’s go”, Jaebeom whispered and nibbled at your skin, driving you crazy with lust. He backed away and grabbed your hand, pulling you out of your office and towards the elevators. The doors didn’t even close fully when he pressed you against the wall again, touching you wherever he could.

You moaned and whined, feeling dizzy from the lust building up inside of you. It was true, you weren’t able to fully focus on the pleasure Jaebeom gave you for weeks now, always worried something might happen to him. There was still a small voice at the back of your head, scolding you to keep alert, but Jaebeom’s touches made you lose your sanity. 

You still decided that you were the one driving. It took several minutes before you two were able to let go of each other, allowing you to open the car and get inside. You shared a dozen more kisses and only then you started the engine.

“I wouldn’t know what to do without you”, you admitted softly, placing one hand on his thigh while you focused on the road ahead.

Jaebeom chuckled and intertwined his fingers with yours, keeping your hand still on his thigh. “You probably wouldn’t be engaged then.”

Your eyes widened and you glanced at Jaebeom, seeing how he pulled a little black velvet box out of his jacket.

“Sorry, I don’t think I can wait until we’re back home”, he admitted shyly and opened the box, holding it so it was in your view, “but since my one year contract is almost over I thought I take a bigger step now.”

You gasped, seeing the engagement ring inside of it.

“I want to ask you properly once we’re home, but can I put the ring on your finger already?”

“Y-yes”, you whispered, your heart bursting with love for the man right next to you, “god yes.” You felt how Jaebeom slid the cool metal band around your finger, kissing the back of your hand right after it.

“It looks perfect.”

You shortly looked at your hand, admiring the ring around your finger. You’ve never seen anything more beautiful. “It is perfect”, you smiled.

The moment you looked up and locked eyes with Jaebeom, you felt a strange wobbling from the gas pedal. You frowned and turned to look at it, not noticing anything strange. You looked back up front and pressed your foot down.

That was the moment the engine exploded in front of you, ripping the hood of the car away. You lost control of the steering wheel.

The next thing you knew was the strong scent of smoke. You coughed and tried to open your eyes. At first you saw nothing but white smoke. You automatically waved your hand in front of your face, coughing some more.

It took you some time, the ringing in your ears and your tremendous headache slowing you down, until you noticed the car had stopped at a wall, a few brick stones littering the front of the car. You then noticed how half the windshield was shattered, pieces of glass laying everywhere around the inside of the car.

“Jaebeom?” You asked, coughing again. You blinked and looked around, groaning when your body hurt from the movement. Your eyes landed on your hand, seeing it covered in blood with the small metal band shining between all the red. “Jaebeom?” Dread filled your body as you didn’t receive any reaction.

You fully turned around to Jaebeom, ignoring the pain shooting through your body. You had your eyes pressed shut from the pain and once it subdued you opened them, blinking several times to clear your vision.

“No”, you exhaled shakily, “Jaebeom?” You raised your trembling hand to touch his cheek. “Please, baby, please don’t leave me alone.” You begged him, tears brimming in the corners of your eyes. You looked further down, seeing how a part of the engine impaled your love. Ever so slowly your hand wandered down to the side of his neck, searching for a pulse. 

You screamed in agony when you didn’t find one, fighting against your security belt to crawl over to Jaebeom. “Please”, you cried, “please don’t leave me alone, please!” 

Nothing you did brought Jaebeom back though. He stayed lifeless. You screamed again and hit his chest, begging him to come back to you.

You barely noticed someone stepping towards the car. Only after you calmed down, feeling like a shell without a soul, did you notice the eyes on you. You turned to look at the person standing next to the driver’s seat. “Please”, you whispered, upon seeing the gun in their hand, “I don’t want to live without him.” The tears hindered you from seeing clearly, but you didn’t care who exactly stood in front of you, as long as they would free you from your misery. 

They crouched down and tapped the gun against their head. “So it comes to this. The king and queen killed by a bishop.”

You blinked several times, recognising that voice. “Youngjae?”

The man smiled though it didn’t reach the sadness within his eyes. “I warned you.”

You started to sob uncontrollably. “Why him? Why not me? I can’t live without him!”

Youngjae sighed deeply and pointed his gun at you. “I’m doing this because I still love you.”

You stared at him void of any emotion but pain. “I know.”

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[sukunastoy]

Introducing Sukuna to modern day food if that's ok!

Okay!! This was my first attempt at a given prompt, and I hope I did it justice! （＞人＜；）I am trying to do sort of holiday/Christmas themes for these, so I incorporated some modern day Japanese holiday food in the mix.

Thank you so much! I had a lot of fun doing this! I normally don't write very short things like this but I'm looking forward to getting better at them!

Pairings: Yuujixfem!reader and Sukuna inside Yuuji being a spoiled ass. (I guess more like an AU for this.)

Wordcount: 2.4k

CW: None, its SFW.

Reblogs and comments appreciated! ❤

Requests Open!

Master List

< ---Christmas Cake🍰 --- >

It was all perfect...everything decorated, all the shopping done, and almost every single gift finally wrapped. It had been one crazy day so far. Yuuji had just returned with the final food items needed for your small holiday dinner tomorrow night, barely getting every item before the stores closed. You smiled happily upon hearing him come in the front door, stomping his feet lightly to get the snow off of his shoes before removing them. Running up to him you gave a quick kiss to his cheek and a hug around his neck, to which he chuckled shyly and wrapped his free arm around you. "Hey baby, I was able to get everything left on the list, aaand..." You stared excitedly into the bag he was digging into and your eyes glistened when he carefully pulled out a small container of a miniature Christmas Cake. "Aww!! Yuuji thank you so much!!" you squealed and hugged him again making him almost drop it and he cried out in panic. "(Y/N)! Careful with the cake!!"

After the commotion had subsided, you helped him unpack whatever he had got while occasionally giving each other cute little kisses on the nose when passing one another in the kitchen. This was your first official winter holiday together and you both wanted it to be special and cook a decent meal together instead of ordering meals for the day. Not wanting to spend the whole next day cooking, you both decided it would be best to cook what you could tonight, and then leave some of the rest to finish tomorrow.

"Hey, Brat." Sukuna's voice rang out through the kitchen and both you and Yuuji halted what you were doing and sighed heavily at the intrusion of the curses voice. Luckily it was something Yuuji had explained to you early on, so it wasn't such a shock anymore, more just annoying.  "Whaaat..." Yuuji grumbled while continuing cut up small pieces of raw pork for both a curry dish and some other chunks for breading and baking later.

"You haven't eaten, so I'm hungry. Eat some of that meat."

"Ew no, its still raw." Yuuji stuck his tongue out while continuing to cut up the pieces.

"So? I'm stuck in here and you refuse to eat. I demand you eat something, brat!"

You went over to Yuuji with a water bottle and spritzed some water at the eye and mouth that was on his cheek and Sukuna growled and retreated. "Fiesty." You huffed and Yuuji nodded in agreement.  "I guess he's right though, we've been so busy today you haven't really had the chance to sit down and eat." You sighed while recalling the events of the crazy day.  "I'm not even really hungry at this point." Yuuji said with a shrug. "I'd rather just wait to have a big appetite for this meal tomorrow." "And I can't wait for all of this!" Giving him a kiss on the nose you giggled and he smiled his big goofy smile in return.

After the two of you got most of everything premade and stored in containers ready to be heated up for the next day, you collapsed in bed next to each other. Exhausted from the crazy holiday madness. Your fridge was full of containers with curry, grilled pork and veggies for the curry mix, small chunks of breaded pork, potato salad with kewpie mayo and a mix of vegetables, the Christmas cake, coleslaw salad, custard pudding, a coffee flavored jelly dessert and a few other things.

"Brat...Braaaat." Sukuna grumbled on Yuuji's cheek trying to get his attention in the middle of the night, but you were both passed out in a deep sleep.  "Tch...how annoying this is..." Retreating from his cheek, Sukuna remained quiet for a moment. Feeling how weak Yuuji was in his deep slumber, Sukuna was able to overtake his body, sitting up in the bed while groaning. Yawning and looking over to your sleeping body under the blankets he pondered a moment if he should just demand you get him something to eat and serve it to him -as a woman should anyway-, but his crimson eyes shifted over to another water bottle on your nightstand and he growled in his throat. You'd start spraying him in the face and most likely bring Yuuji back into control...

He got out of the bed and wandered down the hall to the kitchen while still grumbling at how inconvenient this all was and how next time he'd just start biting you through Yuuji's hand if he didn't eat enough and made him have to starve.

Rummaging through the fridge, he looked at all the containers on the shelves that were full of food he saw Yuuji putting in them and he grabbed them hastily, creating a huge pile on the counter of containers. "Hah...Brat thought he could make me wait til later."

Prying the lids off of the containers he looked at the food curiously. Normally Yuuji ate all of this stuff so he's never personally had to mess with any of it or taste any of it, but he refused to wait any longer. Sticking his finger into an orange liquid type thing and returning his finger to his mouth to taste it.  "Interesting..."

Grabbing the container and flipping it upwards to his mouth, he easily guzzled most of it down, disregarding it was cold from the fridge. "Bah...just flavored liquid, no consistency even?" He grumbled while looking into the container to see if something was left at the bottom of it in the remaining liquid. Tossing it to the side on the counter he grabbed onto another container, seeing those chunks of meat that Yuuji was cutting up earlier, only now they had something else covering them. Stabbing his nail into a small chunk and lifting it to examine, crumbs fell from it and he stuck the chunk into his mouth, chewing on it questioningly.  "Why ruin meat with dried up pieces of bread covering all of it?" Pushing the container aside he moved onto the next, seeing more of the meat chunks now mixed in with vegetables and he flipped the container up to pour some of the mix into his mouth, groaning in content at the plain grilled pieces of pork. He continued tilting the container up to dump more into his mouth while looking into another container.  "What is this now?" Dropping the other now empty container aside he leaned his face down to sniff this other dish. It smelled slightly sweet but had vegetables mixed into the yellowish white fluff. Dipping a finger in, it was a bit more thick than he imagined it to be and he scooped some into his mouth, snorting in confusion. It tasted like potatoes, but also was sweet and bitter at the same time. Trying a second scoop with his finger, he studied it for a moment before flipping up the container and dumping more into his mouth, enjoying the strange mix of flavors.

"That brat wont let me enjoy any of this, how selfish." Tossing the empty container over his shoulder he eyed the cake that was nearby. It was small enough to just grab into his hand and he grumbled at how messy it was. It smelled incredibly sweet and he took a large bite out of the side of it, pausing a moment while enjoying the flavor. Incredibly sweet.  It didn't take him long to finish shoving the cake into his mouth and finishing it all, but now being irritated at the remains all over his hands that weren't coming off as he shook them.

Wiping his hands off on whatever cloth he could find on the counter he let out a huff of aggravation and grabbed another container looking at it strangely as he could already pick up the bitter scent from it. As he slid the container closer he cocked a brow up at the wiggling food from the movement. He shoved the container slightly again and again it jiggled and he frowned in concern. He tried to dip a finger into it but it split apart and would stay on his finger, still wiggling as he tried to get some of it out.

"The hell is this??" Holding it up to his mouth he tilted the container to move some into his mouth. As soon as some of the jiggly chunks went into his mouth he dropped the container down and let whatever was in his mouth fall out onto the counter. "Disgusting!" he snorted, holding his tongue out in distaste.

It didn't take him long to poke through more of whatever was in the fridge, either eating it all or at least shoving a finger or two into each item to taste test it. After growing bored of the fridge items, he turned his attention to the cabinets, rummaging through bags of chips or cookies to find something different to eat. Tearing open a few of the bags, he tossed a few cookies in his mouth, enjoying the sweet flavor before moving onto some of the chips and immediately being annoyed at the sudden change of flavor, no longer having the sweet taste in his mouth from the cookies.

"Weird things these brats eat...Nothing simple like just plain grilled meat." he sighed, wishing he could just go eat what he really missed eating.

Noises slowly started to pull you out of your sleep and you groaned while turning over and looking to Yuuji, who wasn't there. "Yuj?" you yawned, sitting up while rubbing your eyes.

Hearing glass shatter down the hall you gasped in fear and pulled the blankets up to your chest fearfully. "Y-Yuuji??"

"Tch! Annoying brats and their strange containers!"

"...Sukuna??" You growled angrily and rushed out of the bedroom down the hall. "He better not have touch any- AH!" you screamed in both anger and shock at the huge mess.

Standing in the walkway to your disaster of a kitchen, your eyes scanned over all the containers that were either empty or half empty tossed around, a few glass bottles shattered on the ground that had spices in them and other things the curse had carelessly tossed around. Sukuna was standing on the other side of the kitchen, leaning against the counter with a bag of cookies in his hand and looking at you with a dull face.

"What? The brat wouldn't eat and I refuse to go hungry. Besides this gives you a job to do besides talking so much all the time." He chuckled while gesturing to the mess, meaning you can clean it up.

Grabbing the rolling pin from the counter next to you, you chucked it at his head which he easily dodged while looking at it fall and then laughed in amusement. "Oh how frightening, an angry woma-"

You threw a metal stirring spoon at him while he was looking down at the rolling pin and it hit him right in the nose. "Hey!" He growled at you dodging another spoon you threw.

"Yuuji!! Wake up!!" You yelled angrily, continuing to throw anything you could get your hands on at the curse who had been pigging out in your kitchen for who knows how long.  "Enough!" He demanded in irritation as you threw another utensil at him. "YUUJI!!"

"Shut up you harlot!" he shouted, tossing the bag of cookies at you. Grabbing the squirt bottle you had in the kitchen you started spritzing it at him while stomping over to him and he growled angrily while moving his arm up to block the stream of water. "Go away Sukuna, you damn slob!" You shrieked and he grumbled while the tattoo patterns slowly faded from his face and chest, leaving a groggy Yuuji standing before you.

"Ughh..." He groaned while rubbing his nose where you had thrown utensils at Sukuna hitting him in the head. You stood before him with your hands on your hips and huffed loudly. "Your animal ate like, everything..."

Yuuji looked around in a panic and yelled angrily while slapping the side of his face where Sukuna's mouth would normally pop up. "HEY! What the hell?!"

Sukuna's mouth opened and bit his hand making Yuuji yelp and slap his cheek harder.  "I demanded to eat and you refused. So this is your fault." The mouth snickered and Yuuji groaned dramatically. "You've got to be kidding me! You even ate the special cake you jerk!"

"I demand more of that delicious thing, and you will let me eat it again."

"NO."

You stared at Yuuji with a heavy pout on your face before spraying him in the face with the water making him and the mouth halt their arguing.  "Come on...lets clean it up, we'll just get something simple instead.." you drawled, throwing your arms up and back down at the mess.

Yuuji whispered more insults at the mouth who laughed loudly before retreating.

"Ugh...I'm so sorry, (Y/N)...I didn't know he would come out here and do this..." He said apologetically, reaching for your arm gently.

You shrugged and looked at him while letting him hold your arm. "Oh well...I knew what I was getting into." Looking at the clock it was already early morning, and stores would be open for a few hours before closing early for the day.  "I'll stay here and get this cleaned up if you can go and get what you can before the stores close in a couple hours. Last minute chance!"

He nodded quickly and went back to the bedroom to get dressed, him and Sukuna insulting each other again. You grumbled and began cleaning up the mess, wanting to just smack Sukuna continuously upside the face with one of these metal spoons again.

As Yuuji went to the front door to put his coat on, you poked your head from the kitchen again, hearing him still arguing with Sukuna through whispers and you cleared your throat loudly to get their attention. "And for god's sake...grab an extra cake to shove in his stupid mouth so he doesn't do this again."  Yuuji sighed in a pout as Sukuna snickered. "Smart woman! I feel sorry she has to deal with a brat like you!" he sneered at Yuuji again before retreating.

You both looked at each other and shared a deep huff, feeling like you were both raising a wild animal. Oh well, at least you couldn't ever say the days were boring...

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[gauri-vishalakshi]

Ram x reader

This particular fic is for @thewinchestergirl1208! hope you like it!

"Bhaiyya! What happened to you?" You heard Akthar call from the door. You and Akthar had been toiling together in the kitchen to cook Ram's favorite biryani when Akthar thought he heard his name and went outside to check. You rushed out of the kitchen at the worry in his tone and was both horrified and exhausted to see Ram limping into your shared house with a weak grin-turned-grimace on his face and a hand on his ribs. "What'd you do this time?" You wasted no time in asking as Akthar helped him lower himself into a chair. "Fell off of my horse and rammed into a tree. No big deal, really, I'm fine-" Both you and Akthar winced at his casual description as you cut him off. "Ram, this is the fourth time this week." He turned to you in indignation. "I'm not trying, Y/N!" "It sure seems like you are!" You retorted as you undid the buttons on his shirt and Akthar started grinding herbs to make a poultice to apply on Ram's wounds. You grimaced at the bruising that was spiderwebbing across his chest. Ram had always been accident-prone, but it had been getting worse and worse recently. In the past week, he had already nearly gotten his finger cut off, almost gotten two concussions, not to mention the sprained ankle.

Akthar had finished grinding the herbs into a smooth paste, and as he applied it onto Ram's bruise, you wrapped his pecs with a clean bandage. "Y/N, why are you wrapping it? I don't want to waste bandages on a little-" You cut off his whining simply by holding up a hand. "Whatever." He grumbled. "It's you who won't be seeing my pecs, so your loss." Ram said, trying to lighten the mood. It coaxed a snort out of Akthar, but you remained silent. "It's not funny, Ram!" He sighed. "Come on, loosen up, Y/N! It's just a little injury! If you two are fussing so much about a little bruise, god knows how much you'd do if I died-" Both your head and Akthar's snapped up as you placed your hand over Ram's mouth. "Don't ever say that again. Don't even joke about things like that, Ram! Do you not know the times we're living in? Just yesterday, our neighbor Vaishali's husband was executed for "crimes against the British Raj". And someone will inevitably die tomorrow. Don't invite death into our lives when it's already waiting at the doorstep." Akthar simply nodded to show that he agreed with me. "Bhabhi's right, bhaiyya."

Ram reached out to take your hands in his own warm, calloused ones. "I'm sorry, Y/N. Both of you. I didn't mean to worry you, I just didn't understand why two such wonderful people would waste their time trying to help, well, me." This time, Akthar took the lead. "What you mean by that, anna? You know what, you can get hurt how many ever times you want as long as you know bhabhi and I would go to the ends of the earth to heal you." Ram pulled him into a hug as you met Akthar's eyes over Ram's shoulder and gave him a thumbs-up. Suddenly, a strange smell wafted through the air. Ram looked up questioningly. "Is something burning?" Akthar and I turned to each other with wide eyes. "Shit! The biryani!"

A/N: aaand here's another one (i'm on a roll today lol) on @thewinchestergirl1208's request! hope you like it!! tagging some wonderfully supportive people @lil-stark @rambheem-is-real @manwalaage @contemporarykafka @thewinchestergirl1208 @maraudersfansassemble @how-is-it-in-london @itsfookingloosah @aurora2238 enjoy!!

#rrr #ram x reader #bheem

[shibalen]

howdy!! can i participate in ur event?

fandom: hetalia, ohshs

personality:

i’m active and excitable 20 yo girl (enfp if it matters). i have wavy red shoulder length hair, freckles and big glasses

well i love to cook, i'm good with kids and dogs, and i'm always super passionate i like talking about my hobbies and other things i love (even about my buddies, they're so precious and cool, everyone should know about it)!! i'm emotional, talkative, VERY caring and protective (and easily distracted lol). i like to play the ukulele, cycling, dancing, drawing, hugs and ramen. also i like helping people, so i can feel useful and alive. ask me to help pleease, i will do my best, i promise!!

aaand what about my weaknesses.....i have trouble with planning and i'm not very punctual. also i got concentration difficulties (send help)

i'm full of chaotic energy but i'm always ready to help and support my loved ones at any second no matter what happens 🤲

thank you sweet, have a nice day or night !

☆ event matchup for @cinam00n

hetalia: i match you with . . .

ludwig beilschmidt !!

you thought this was quite a good idea. since Ludwig had been stuck in this factory for ages now, you made an effort to invite him along to one of Françis' grand parties. although you were well aware your boyfriend liked his alone time and you respected that, you also knew when it was time for a change.

the chandeliers in the ceiling flickered brightly above. the soft waltz and fun chatter in the background made the atmosphere light, neither too suffocating or tense. as you were taste testing some of Feliciano's tiramisu you felt a sudden hand on your head.

"so this is where you've been. i looked all over for you. i thought you got into trouble again." behind you stood Ludwig, that worried frown plastered across his face in a way you were all too familiar with.

"sorry i forgot to tell you," you smiled sheepishly. "Feli asked me to come try some of his treats and i couldn't turn him down. try one?" since you were holding one out for him so sweetly, Ludwig bashfully accepted the small piece of cake. you knew you had been forgiven.

"how are you feeling? a nice change for sitting in a dark room for hours on end, huh?"

"yes. . ." Ludwig admitted and gazed at the crowd. "but everything is so exaggrervant, as always when i come here."

you thought for a minute. there must have been something you could do to help him loosen up more. then the music changed into a cheeerful melody. "come on. maybe a little dancing will help you relax." you cleared your throat, bowed dramadically and held out your hand. "may i have this dance, my lord?"

Ludwig almost suppressed his smile and blush but you were getting into your newfound character so much it was too difficult to keep up. so, you two walked into the centre of the room hand-in-hand and began your waltz. it wasn't long before you felt his shoulders relax. joy filled you to the brim seeing that gentle look in his eyes, adoring you.

the song was about to come to an end when perhaps in your shared moment you forgot watch your steps. though desperately trying to keep your balance , you both ended up stumbling onto the floor just as the final notes of the melody were played.

suddenly, everyone's eyes were on you.

after having every other person asking the both of you if you were all right and answering each of them, you and Ludwig retreated to a quieter area to breathe.

"how terrible," Ludwig grumbled under his breath."this is the most humiliating thing that has happened to me. everyone was watching."

you leaned against the wall next to him. "oh? even more humiliating than—"

Ludwig's face grew red and he crossed his arms over his chest. "we are not doing this."

"i'm sorry, i got distracted," you sighed.

". . . no. i lost my balance."

you tried for a smile again. honestly, you weren't that bothered by that little mishap. "but you have to admit this was pretty fun. i bet nobody has done a fall like that on the dancefloor before."

Ludwig blinked, once again comforted by your radiance and positivity. "i suppose. thanks to you."

can someone tell me why did i have to search the gif function for half an hour to find a proper gif of this beautiful man?? i am disappointment.

anyway, i got your second message as well, and don't worry about it at all! the same has happened to me many times too ^^ i'm sorry i didn't add a ohshc one, so i made this a little longer to make up for it. hopefully you like this, and have a lovely day ♡︎

#happy 50 #len's matches #cinam00n #what a cute username #matchups #hetalia matchups

[huberts-private-counsel-archive]

Hello it's me again~ may I... Ask for a cute little one shot thing for Ashe and Hubert. I'm weak for them....

,HI!! I MEANT TO GET TO THIS A L O T SOONER SKJFHFKJ I HOPE YOU DON’T MIND HOW LONG IT TOOK ;W;

And also, Modern AU for this one!! and...a lot more (attempted) humor than I originally intended lol - as well as a switch from my usual format!! 

....aaand a lot...longer...than I thought...i know you said little but i kinda went off woops

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Hubert was going to die. That’s it. He was going to perish in just a few moments and the one person he thought would have his back was currently trying not to laugh at him.

Correction. Was laughing at him.

“Edelgard please, this is a serious matter...” Hubert grumbled, though that only succeeded in making her laugh harder...for some reason. 

“I’m sorry Hubert,” Edelgard said as she wiped away the tears in her eyes - liar, she wasn’t actually sorry, Hubert could tell - and sighed. “But truly...how could you expect me to not laugh?”

“Maybe out of respect for a childhood friend?” Hubert buried his head under his arms, trying to figure a way out of this situation while his traitor of a friend simply laughed. 

“Hubert, honestly, how did you expect me to not laugh? What you’ve told me is, pardon my bluntness, absolutely hysterical,” chuckling as she spoke. Perhaps Hubert would have to reconsider helping her get those tickets Dorothea’s new play if this was how she was going to treat him.

What was the matter, exactly? According to Edelgard, something hysterical. That something being the fact that, after what might have been a year or two of stewing in his feelings for a young man named Ashe Ubert, and decided to take the plunge and attempt to confess.

By writing him a letter. With the intent to gift it in person, since he knew that he would not be able to say the words aloud, having not bothered to sign it. And then leaving said letter in front of his dorm room because he was an idiot and a fool who panicked as soon as he knocked on the door, dropping the letter and booking it.

Do you understand Hubert’s dilemma now?

And thus he had come to Edelgard, hoping for sympathy and maybe advice on how to get the letter back if not apologize, only to be met with laughter on her end. The absolute traitor.

“In any case...I don’t believe you have any reason to worry.” Edelgard took a sip from the coffee she had been nursing when Hubert initially asked if they could meet. Thankfully the shop had been quiet when he arrived, with very few patrons aside from himself and Edelgard...

...and yet, with how much she was laughing, Hubert almost would’ve preferred if there were more patrons - if only to have some distraction from his embarrassment.

“I believe I have every reason to worry. I made a fool out of myself,” Hubert lifted his head, only to hold it in his hands. Goddess, the amount of embarrassment he felt from this whole situation was immeasurable - and it was all his own fault! He really had no one to blame here but himself.

And yet...truthfully, he couldn’t find any true regret in this situation. Well, of course he regretted leaving behind the letter, and he defnitely regretted running away like a coward even more, but he couldn’t find himself regretting falling for Ashe. In fact, he found himself struggling just trying to picture a world where he did not fall for Ashe. After all, Ashe was practically a ball of sunshine incarnated as a person - if opposites really did attract, well, that would explain quite a bit. 

There were a million and one reasons as to why and how he realized he’d fallen (including but not limited to the time Hubert had quite literally tripped into Ashe’s arms)...and apparently, he had found it fit to include it all in the letter.

Perhaps if he asked nicely enough, Edelgard’s step-brother would be willing to put him out of his misery.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

Ashe hadn’t known what to expect when he first found the letter in front of his dorm room after hearing a knock on the door. He’d reached down to pick it up, but when he looked up to see who left it there, all he’d seen was a flash of black rounding the corner. Maybe he should have given chase, but at the time, he had been distracted by the letter that was now in his hands. 

So he had gone back into his dorm room, carefully opened the letter, and began to read.

And within the first few sentences, felt his entire face burn.

Whoever it was that wrote this letter - and actually wrote it, in very neat (and almost familiar) handwriting - was very, very much in love with him. And very detailed about said love. No, there wasn’t anything gross or creepy in the letter, but with how hot Ashe’s face felt, there might as well be. 

It’s just...he’s never felt so flattered in his entire life? It was almost uncomfortable, with how hot his dorm room seemed all of a sudden when they mentioned how much they adored his cooking, and the way he gushed about his favorite books, and how his eyes apparently lit up whenever getting particularly passionate, and...

Well, you get the gist. The point was, Ashe was definitely flustered. There were just a couple of problems.

First of all, whoever had written the letter had not signed their name. Sure, they had handwritten the entire letter, but Ashe didn’t think comparing the handwriting of every student on the campus would be feasible in any way (although, looking at it again, it did look rather familiar...). 

Second of all...Ashe already had someone he was in love with. So whoever had sent this letter, he was flattered, really, but his heart was already set on one person.

That person being Hubert von Vestra. Maybe it was surprising (Ashe could almost hear Sylvain’s shocked sputtering if he were to ever find out), but Ashe found himself falling head over heels with this man. Perhaps he was rather intimidating when you first meet him, and maybe he seemed far too dark and broody for someone like Ashe to fall for, but that was the thing.

Hubert was more than just some dark and broody forensic science major (though he wouldn’t blame people for thinking otherwise). At his core, Hubert was a truly kind person, despite it only being to people he deemed worthy of it. He was loyal to a fault, and just as protective - Ashe almost giggled remembering the time someone had tried to trip Ashe and ended up getting their own legs swept out from underneath them. There was also the fact that Hubert was fond of cats - Ashe had caught him, on multiple occasions, petting and even feeding the stray cats around their university.

It also didn’t hurt that Hubert was very attractive. Very, very attractive,

Look, point was, Ashe had to find whoever wrote this letter and tell them that he was awfully sorry, but his heart was already set on someone else, and he couldn’t find himself returning their feelings when he was already in love with another. That would just be cruel of him.

So he had headed out, letter in hand, hoping to maybe find Hubert and asked him if he could help him figure this out. No, this wasn’t just an ulterior motive to spend more time with Hubert - though that certainly didn’t hurt - he just knew that if anyone could figure out who wrote it, it would be Hubert. After all, Hubert was extremely smart, almost scarily so. 

Luckily, he didn’t have to look for too long. He spotted Hubert sitting with Edelgard at the university’s coffee shop - though for whatever reason, Edelgard seemed to be laughing as Hubert buried his head in his hands. Did something happen?

“Hey, Hubert!” Ashe called out as he walked over, holding the letter tight. Hubert’s head whipped around to look at him, with a strangely panicked look in his eyes as Edelgard’s simply twinkled with what Ashe guessed was amusement. 

“H-Hello Ashe,” Hubert said in a strained voice once Ashe had reached their table, with Ashe tilting his head at hearing the strained tone. 

“Are you feeling alright? If you aren’t, I can always come back later-” Ashe began saying, though he was cut off. Surprisingly enough, by Edelgard - somehow, she just didn’t seem like the type.

“No, it’s quite alright. I’m certain we would both love to hear what you had to say,” Edelgard said, giving Hubert an odd look.

“A-Alright, if you say so.” Ashe looked between them, a bit concerned, but he supposed Edelgard would know if Hubert was alright or not. “I got this letter earlier today, and I was wondering-”

Hubert suddenly seemed to choke on nothing, coughing hard. Was Edelgard sure that he was alright? Hubert was turning horribly red...although, Edelgard herself didn’t seem too concerned. In fact, she seemed almost amused.

“Well? Go on,” she prompted.

“...I was simply wondering if Hubert could maybe help me find out who wrote it,” Ashe finished almost weakly. 

Hubert’s face seemed to be warring between various shades of red and turning completely pale. He muttered something, so quietly that Ashe couldn’t hear it.

“Did you say something? I’m afraid I couldn’t quite hear you...” Ashe watched as Hubert gave an almost helpless look to Edelgard, as Edelgard simply gestured for him to go on.

Hubert coughed again, and without looking Ashe in the eyes, he spoke. “It...It was me.”

Ashe stared at him for a few moments, completely silent as his mind processed what Hubert had said.

Then...

“WHAT?!”

(Edelgard, admittedly, was having far too much fun watching the both of them stumbling over their words as they both admitted to having at least a year’s worth of feelings for one another. She was glad that they finally managed to get together, even if it was in one of the more ridiculous ways Edelgard had thought of.

Well, she’s definitely seen worse. That worse being her professor’s first attempt at romancing the dean of the school...his fault for taking Sylvain’s advice to heart. At least it worked out between them.

She almost wished she had recorded this. Dorothea would be having a field day with this entire situation.)

#fe3h #fe16 #fe hubert #fe edelgard #fe ashe #hubert von vestra #edelgard von hrevsleg #ashe ubert #huashe #ashebert #cookingshadow #THIS TURNED OUT #WAY LONGER THAN MY ORIGINAL INTENT H #SJKHJD I HOPE YALL DONT MIND THE MASSIVE BLOCK OF TEXT #fic #askbox prompt #this was definitely a lot more humorous than what I usually write jsdfkjsfd #lou-rosa-gautier

[sweetpoetryking]

Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss short story

(Disclaimer: I do not own Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, and the artwork used in this fic. All of these belong to their respective owners.)

All of the male overlords plus Stolas were currently in Reneé's house and apparently they were hungry.

"Well I'm starved! Who wants to eat?" Alastor asked to no one in particular, with a wide smile of course.

"As long as you're not the one cooking." Vox grumbled out to his rival.

"I could always cook something if you don't trust Alastor's cooking that much." Reneé said to Vox, but apparently that caught the attention of every demon in the house.

"Oh that sounds lovely darling~" Stolas being himself said it in a seductive tone.

"Hmm, just imagine this sweet little human wearing an apron and cooking us food. My my what a sight~" Valentino suggested while holding your shoulders.

"My what a sight indeed! But I think I might just eat you instead." Stolas then held your chin and purred(chirped?) into your ear.

Vox had enough and snatched you away from Stolas. "Enough of that birdbrain! Reneé offered it to ME, if anything I should be the one to see her cooking for ME and eat that dish."

The two flirty demons were about to argue but Lucifer beat them to it.

"While it is true that she suggested it to YOU, it does not mean that you are the only one to be able to eat what she prepared and see her in that state." He said calmly with his wide smile.

The two overlords and Goetial demon were quiet.

"Well then why don't you cook for all of us then dear?" Alastor suggested to you.

"That.. actually sounds like a good idea." Reneé replied with a small smile.

"Well then it's settled! You don't mind making some apple pie for me don't you?"

"While I wanted to make some Jambalaya, I do want to see what you would prepare for us."

"Anything you make will be alright, as long as Alastor doesn't do anything to it."

"I think we would like you instead~"

"We don't mind sharing~"

Cue the king of hell standing behind them with his wide smile looking sinister. Sensing the aura behind them, the two shut up instantly with sweat running down their faces.

"Okay, well then while I'm busy why don't you guys go sit and relax first?" Reneé insisted, ushering them out of the kitchen.

"And please don't wreck the living room just because I can't watch you guys." Reneé said with a pleading look.

"Oh I like it when you beg like that darling~"

"Keep that up and I might just gobble you right away~"

Vox was the one to stop them, "Ugh shut it you two, honestly why did I even try to tolerate you Val."

"Now now! We should accept the lady's wishes and give Reneé some space as she works. Come along now!" Alastor, being the gentleman as always, finally lead them away.

"Yes and the longer that we stay to chat, the longer it will take for our little human to prepare our meals." Lucifer says then looks at you.

"I am quite exhilarated to see what you will prepare for us, considering that I don't cook myself. Well then I shall take my leave, oh and do keep that last bit to yourself. It wouldn't be good that the others find out about my inability to create 'carnival food' now would it?" He then bows with his smile and all, making Reneé laugh a little at the gesture, winks at you and then leaves. Now Reneé was left to her own devices, and off she went to prepare a dish for every single one of them.

~ With the Overlords and Goetial demon ~

"So Vox, what was that about YOU being the one to see her in an apron and eat her cooking hmm?" Asked Stolas who, might I add, looked VERY smug.

"Ah yes I remember dear Voxie here saying something like that." Valentino pretends to ponder about it whilst holding his chin.

"If I didn't know better I'd say he has become quite fond of the human." Alastor also joined the teasing, as a way of riling up his rival of course.

"Tch well I could say the same to you guys! You all seem to have perked up when she suggested to cook for ME. I would say that you were all jealous~" Vox, even though angered from all the teasing, decided to retaliate.

"Jealous of what? You? If anything I would say that she pitied you in seeing how desperate you were to not eat my cooking." There goes Alastor riling up Vox again. At the same moment was when Lucifer finally showed up in the living room.

"Oh did I miss anything?" He said as he saw the two about to go for each others necks. "If I remember correctly Reneé said to not make a mess of her place right?"

"....yes" Was the only response(grumbles) the king got from the other demons.

"Well we best behave ourselves then if we don't want any trouble to happen at all!" Lucifer said happily but his intentions were clear. Put one toe out of line and you're in big trouble.

~ Timeskip ~

Reneé was finally done in preparing the dishes and she was about to call the demons when something hit her.

'It's quiet for once. I don't know if that's good or bad.' Furrowing her eyebrows and frowning from the thought, she decided to get it over with and call them to the dining room.

"Hey guys! I'm done with the- whoa what happened?" Reneé asked with wide eyes. Well this sight was new, every single one of them were behaving themselves and sitting quietly on your couch/floor.

"Ah already done dear?" Lucifer asks you.

"Oh umm yes, but what exactly happened here?" Reneè replied awkwardly, "I-if you don't mind me asking of course!" She hurriedly added afraid that she might offend them or something.

"Not at all! You see I just wanted to make sure that we do not make a mess of your home, isn't that right everyone?" Replied Lucifer happily, too happy actually.

"Yup" Vox.

"Yes we don't want to make you upset dear." Alastor.

"After all we won't be able to sleep together without a bedroom right?" Valentino

"I can't have my fun with you if we don't have any place to stay in darling~" Stolas

Well their replies definetely made her flustered but she was glad that they were alright. "Okay then, we should probably start or else the food will get cold. Let's go yeah?"

Reneé said with a close-eyed smile.

~ Timeskip ~

"I don't know about everyone else but I sure am full." Reneé said to them.

"Hmph, well you are only human so you can't eat as much as us demons." Vox replied to you, albeit a bit cockily.

"She is after all a lady, so it would make sense as to why she eats less than us." Ahh there goes Alastor defending her, but she had different views.

"I don't really think that's true Al, after all I helped myself to at least 2 plates brimming with food." Reneé said a bit embarassed. "Even my family said that I eat a lot." Chuckling to herself at the memory of her family teasing her about it.

"Setting that aside I think the sweet girl did a good job at making us this meal." Lucifer interjected to your conversation.

"Hmm yes she did do an amazing job of being the perfect little wife, now did you darling~?" Valentino complimented Reneé with a purr at the end.

"I wouldn't mind having you as a wife if it means I get the luxury of eating like this everytime I want, after all I only deserve the best." Stolas, of course being himself, responded to Reneé with his decadent persona.

"I wonder if I brought you to hell would you be able to create these fantastic dishes over there as well?" Pondered the king of hell.

"I don't think they would be quite excited to see a human in hell." Sweatdropping Reneé answered to Lucifer's idea.

"Oh that sounds like a marvelous idea! Reneé over here cooking magnificent dishes using hell's best ingredients! Why it might as well keep me entertained!" Now Alastor has joined at the idea of Reneé going to hell. Great.

"Yes only the best ingredients for the best results specially made for moi!" Aaand there goes Stolas.

"Umm, I don't think-"

"She might as well try some of the clothing I have back at hell." Val seriously you too?!

"You don't mind going to hell with us don't you little human? After all we have been visiting you for quite a while now, and you would have 4 overlords of hell and 1 Goetia demon as your guides." Well actually Vox did have a point.

"...." Reneé thought it over for a moment. And then she suddenly smiled and laughed. "Sure why not? After all I am quite curious as to what it looks like there, consider this as a trade for me showing you around here."

And so her day ends with the overlords being elated to knowing they would get to show Reneé around hell, and of course with more bickering from a certain deer and flat screen tv, more flirting from two other demons, resulting to the king of hell to do something so that Reneé doesn't get sued for noise complaint.

~ End ~

(Sorry if they all seem a bit ooc, also this was just based off on a dream that I had recently so it is a bit random.)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel overlords #helluva stolas #hazbin alastor #hazbin lucifer #hazbin valentino #hazbin vox #x oc