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inky-duchess · 5 months

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Who fell first? Who fell harder?

Who is the one who fusses the most? Does their S/O mind very much?

What is their love language?

Has either OC ever gotten a hickey off the other? What was their reaction?

What is something they like to do together?

Who would ask the "would you love me if I were a worm?" question? How would their S/O answer?

Who likes forehead kisses? Who likes hand kisses? Who likes neck kisses?

Who is the big spoon? Little spoon?

If there wasnt enough seats, how would they sit? One on the other's lap? One on the armrest? One on the floor in front of them?

Who plays with whose hair?

Who is clingy?

What is something their S/O does that makes them flustered?

What is something they find hot about their S/O?

What is something they argue about constantly? Is it a deep-seated issue or something small?

How do they comfort one another when the other is upset?

Who is the better caretaker? Does their S/O like being taken care of?

Who steals whose clothes? Does their significant other mind?

They've had a major blowout. How do they handle it?

How good are they are communication?

Who handles the spiders? Who screams directions in the background?

Who typically tends to initiate intimacy first (this can be a conversation, action or anything)?

What is something - either character - doesn't like about the other?

Who said "I love you" first?

Who kissed who first?

Do they have any pet names for one another?

Who gets jealous most often? How does their S/O deal with that?

Who tends to drive on long journeys? Who navigates?

Do they trust one another? Are comfortable discussing their fears with one another?

What's an insecurity they hold about their relationship?

Describe how one character would cheer the other up after a hard day.

How would they describe one another.

Can they communicate private thoughts whilst in company? If so, how?

Which one of them gives "that look" when they other is acting like a fool?

How do they address a problem in their relationship?

How does each significant other view any exes and former relationships?

What is something that would break their hearts?

Who is more likely to avenge their S/O if they were hurt or killed?

What would be their ideal evening in?

Do they dance? If so, who's better?

What is a song that reminds you of the OCs' relationship?

Who sings to the other? Are they any good?

Who teases who? What about?

Who gets up early? Who stays in bed late?

Who's more likely to bring the other coffee or breakfast in bed?

What's the worst thing the other can say to one?

If they were ever in a life or death situation, who risks their life?

If it ever came down to it, who is turning to the darkside to save the other?

If they ever had less that 5 mins to tell their S/O something before never seeing them again, what would they say?

Is there a word or gesture that makes either of them melt?

Who's the romantic?

Are there any characters who ship them?

Who cooks? Who does the dishes?

Who eats healthier? Who's got the sweet-tooth?

What's something that they don't really care for but tolerate because S/O has an interest?

Who spoils who? Does their S/O tolerate it? Do they secretly enjoy it?

Who tends to be the level-headed one? Who is feral?

Who reminds the other to wear a coat when it's cold out?

Do they hold hands?

Is there a spot they tend to kiss or caress habitual?

Are they willing to show PDA? If not, is there a reason?

How would they describe their S/O in one word?

How would outside characters describe their relationship?

How would they describe one another in bed?

Would they ever answer the above question if it was asked to their face? How would they react?

Who tends to take the lead in intimate encounters?

Have they ever been caught in the act? What would be their reaction if they were?

Have they ever done it anywhere questionable?

Who is more vocal? Who is more experienced?

If they were to go shopping, who holds the bags? Who decides where they go?

If they went out to dinner, who is paying? Would there even be a discussion?

If someone were to insult their S/O, how would the other handle it?

If someone flirted with or showed an interest in their S/O, how would the other react?

Who knows the other better? Why is this?

Who's more likely to bail who out of jail? Would they give the other one shit for it?

Which - if any - other famous ship's vibes do they emulate?

Are they soulmates? Do they believe in that?

What is something they would never forgive the other one for doing/saying?

Who has memorised the other's medical history?

Also, are they each other's first contact in an accident?

What tropes could be applied to this relationship?

Did they have a meet cute? Or was it a train wreck?

Make their relationship into a list of A03 tags.

Who gets frustrated more easily? Who does the other calm them down?

Have they ever almost lost one another? How does it effect their relationship?

Their S/O is tipsy. How do they handle it?

Who gives the best gifts? Who gives the more thoughtful? Who goes for expensive?

If they ever lost one another in a public place, how do they find the other?

What's the darkest secret they have ever told one another?

Would they ever consider marriage?

Would they ever consider starting a family?

Who likes kids more? Who can't stand them?

There's a puddle in one's way. What does their S/O do?

One has hurt their leg on a hike. How does their S/O carry them?

Their pet has caused destruction. Who puts the pet in jail? Who defends the pet?

Who gives flowers to their S/O? What sort of flowers do they like?

Who reads the newspaper? Who wants to see the cartoons?

How do they wake their S/O up? Is it difficult to rouse them?

Who would burn the world down for who?

Who gives off "they said no pickles" energy?

Make a meme of this ship.

You can ask me about: Nikolai/Misha, Alekks/Erika, Katya/Marina, Hadrien/Art

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beepboopkek · 4 months

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— Strip Starchess with Jing Yuan (Female Reader)

Including: Jing Yuan cw: afab!reader, pwp but barely, slight mention of reader having a size kink, unprotected p in v, first time writing a proper fic, first time writing smut (please send help), reader is a little bashful, overall its kind of a self-projection I guess. Jing Yuan is a little bastard (affectionate), stripping (who would've guessed), grammatical errors(I tried), Jing Yuan calls you pet names (dear, love), no use of y/n, light bondage ( reader gets their hands tied with a t-shirt nothing too bad), safe sane and consensual w/c: 3941 (might be a little off since I made a few edits in this post) a/n: I am so sorry for this I am going to die of cringe later but I needed this out of my brain so I made my best attempt at writing. There is a lot of stuff that is bad but I do not have the energy or patience to do it so, you have been warned, this is a first-time smut from an inexperienced writer whose first language isn't english :3 hope someone out there likes this

You were bored.

Extremely bored.

Jing Yuan had promised you he’d come home on time so that the two of you could enjoy dinner together. You had something fun planned for the evening for the two of you. Something you were excited to try out.

One problem though, there were still no signs of your boyfriend’s arrival.

You sent him a few messages asking him where he was but to no avail, you knew for a fact he wouldn’t be able to respond anyway.

The sound of a door opening broke you out of your thoughts as you turned around and were met with an apologetic soft smile on Jing Yuan’s face.

“Yu.”

“My Love.”

You huffed at him in annoyance, realising what he was trying to do. He always knew how to soften you up.

“You’re late.” You said as you watched him unstrap his boots and place them near the shoe rack before he turned to look at you.

“I apologize, I overslept in the afternoon and had to compensate as a result.” Jing Yuan gave you a pitiful look.

“Regardless, I am here now,” He walked over to where you were seated and leaned down to place a chaste kiss on your head. “And I’d love to eat what my dear has cooked for me.”

You rolled your eyes at him a little and turned towards the table again as he took his seat opposite to you. You began eating in silence while Jing Yuan served himself some of the food you’d made.

“C’mon, don’t be like that.” He spoke suddenly as you focused on eating and ignoring him.

“Be like what? I didn’t do anything.” You huffed back to him again while continuing to look at your food when you suddenly heard the sound of a chair being dragged across the floor, you looked up, only to be met with your boyfriend’s amber eyes boring into yours.

“What can I do to make it up to you?”

You grumbled something with your mouth full.

“I didn’t catch that, love.”

You gulped down your food,

“I said, play Starchess with me”

“Do we not play Starchess on a regular basis already?”

“We do, yes, but I found a new variation of the game that I thought would be fun to try out. Only if youre up for it, though.” You made eye contact with him again as his eyebrow shot up in surprise.

He leaned in on the table and rested his head on the palm of his hand as he tilted his head lazily.

“Go on.”

Your confidence and annoyance all but vanished this exact second, you really hadn’t expected him to be this interested and knowing him , he probably already has an idea simply based off of the tone of your voice.

“...Nevermind.” You looked away, blushing as Jing Yuan continued to watch in lazed amusement.

“Is it-”

“Yes it’s Strip Starchess, okay? I thought it would be fun to play.” You blurted out as your ears turned a light shade of red.

“I was going to say Blitz Starchess.”

Your eyes widened in horror as you turned back to look at Jing Yuan who was now miserably failing at holding back his laughter as his shoulders shook silently and he pressed his lips together.

“I hate you.”

Jing Yuan laughed and you pouted.

“I didn’t do anything, though?”

“You know exactly what you're doing, Yu.”

Jing Yuan smiled apologetically once again as you pouted while avoiding eye contact with him. He sighed fondly and picked up his chopsticks again.

“Strip Starchess, hm? Let’s finish dinner and begin.”

You huffed again and turned back to your food and soon enough, Jing Yuan started some casual conversation and the whole ordeal was pushed to the back of your mind.

. . .That was until after you both finished eating and cleaning up.

Shit.

You suddenly had very important things to do in your library so you quietly started walking towards it, hoping Jing Yuan had all but forgotten about your earlier conversation. Just as you were about to open the door, a familiar voice called out from behind you,

"Dear?"

You slowly turned around, trying not to look like you were caught committing a crime.

"...Yes?"

"Where would you like to play? I think the living room would be best since it is rather spacious. We can close the curtains but,"

Jing Yuan paused as he looked towards the box in his hands and back to you,

"I'm saying that while assuming that we will be taking off our clothes sooner or later. Am I wrong?"

He smiled innocently. This bastard knew exactly what he was doing.

"... Fine, let's go to the living room then, I'll explain the rules to you."

Jing Yuan hummed pleasantly as he walked behind you, setting the board down onto the hard wooden flooring as the both of you sat down facing each other.

He opened up the box and set up the game and looked at you expectantly.

There was no backing out now, so you might as well give it your best.

"It's in the name, you strip when you lose a pawn."

"Strip entirely? Or just an article of clothing?"

"You know exactly what I mean."

You gave an exasperated sigh as you stared at him with the grumpiest expression you could muster.

"I'm afraid I don't, love."

He gave you a cat-like smile as he patiently waited for you to explain.

"...Only a piece of clothing. The one who has the most clothes off at the end of the game is the loser,"

You made yourself comfortable, you need your initial confidence back desperately.

"We'll play 3 games and see who wins. I won't be going easy on you."

You smiled at him mischievously as he chuckled and re-adjusted his seating position before looking right into your eyes.

"Very well then, let the games begin."

You focused your eyes on the board and played your first move, positioning the soldier pawn in front of your king 2 steps ahead.

Jing Yuan’s eyes lit up as he countered it by moving the same piece on his side. He knew exactly how you were going to play and he was going to ensure he won.

The game progressed and you eventually lost your first pawn, you sighed in annoyance at the realization as you looked up to see your boyfriend with his cat-like smile and of course, he had the most innocent look on his face.

Damnit.

You sighed reluctantly as you cursed him under your breath and removed your jacket.

“Happy?” You deadpanned at him.

“Very much so. Don’t be upset, you still have a chance to win.” He smirked lazily as he waited for you to play your turn

You were more cautious now, not letting him take any of your pawns when you realized you had a safe opening to take his pawn!

You took the chance and took his soldier with your bishop. Looking up at him in triumph.

He smiled back at you casually as he raised his hands in surrender,

“You got me there,”

You watchedn him in anticipation as your mouth watered a little, sure you’d been living together for a few months now but, nothing beat seeing Jing Yuan’s body.

He place his hand on his shoulder guard and removed it before smiling at you pleasantly again.

You blinked once.

Twice.

Scanning him to see if he removed anything else while you were day-dreaming.

Nope, nothing.

"I said one piece of clothing, your shoulder brace doesn't count as one."

"You never specified if accessories were also counted."

You huffed at him, "You never asked!"

"I don't recall having to ask, I gave you the chance to explain everything to me." He smiled innocently again.

He was right.

He knew he was and continued to play his next move.

Bastard.

Suddenly, it dawned on you that he was still in his armor and work uniform, meaning it would take at least 15 individual games of Starchess to get even the first layer off of him. Your eyes widened in realization as he looked at you and stifled his laughter.

Well, you certainly weren't in your work clothes and barely had anything on in the first place but you might have a few accessories on your person if you looked hard enough.

Two can play that game.

The game continued as you tried your best to defend your pieces from his attacks but he was too good… much to your displeasure.

By the end of the first game, Jing Yuan barely looked any different from how he was when he entered your shared home while you had to remove your own rings and piercings, putting them away in a corner neatly as to not lose them.

Jing Yuan won the first game by the rules of normal Starchess and the two of began your second round.

You were determined, but so was he.

Time passed rather quickly as you watched your boyfriend remove more accessories and you really wondered how he was able to walk or even fight with that much on his body.

You shook your head. Now's not the time for distractions.

The game progressed as you watched your pawns get taken one by one.

Rook, Bishop, a couple of soldiers and the list went on.

…You realized very late that you were going to lose.

You've never beat him in a game of starches, partially because he sneaks away your pieces but also because he's genuinely skilled at playing the game.

You were down to your last game, Jing Yuan in his shirt and pants along with some random trinkets of his uniform that you didn't even know the purpose of, you, however, were a different story.

You'd managed to get down just to your t-shirt and panties, shivering a little in both anticipation and the chill of the night.

“Do you need a blanket? You won't have anything to cover you soon enough, I'd hate to get you sick, dear.” Jing Yuan looked at you lazily.

Bastard.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

“I'm good. This is the last game and by the look of it, you've lost more pieces than I have.”

He made a content noise in the back of his throat as if agreeing with you before looking down at the board and smiling.

“I'm afraid you are correct, I admire your confidence in the face of calamity. However,”

He moved his bishop in line with your king.

“Checkmate.”

You glanced around the board, trying to find an escape route but there were none.

There was no denying it, you had lost the third game as well.

But the rules were about clothes, you looked up at him and back at yourself.

“. . . Fuck.”

You sighed, reluctantly admitting defeat.

“Alright , alright. You win the 3 games and the whole game considering you have more layers on you than I do.”

Jing Yuan smiled in amusement as he crossed his arms and tilted his head slightly,

“So, what's my reward for winning?”

You were already packing up the board as you looked at him with a huff and stood up.

“I'll let you nap in the afternoon more tomorrow, that's your reward.”

But before you could move your half naked self away, Jing Yuan moved closer and swiftly knocked your knees back so you toppled down onto him.

“Jing Yuan! I almost knocked the board on your head!”

You had wrapped your arms around his neck, scared to lose balance and plop onto the floor if he were to drop you.

“I'm interested in another reward.”

“What?”

“I'm the winner so isn't it natural I get to pick my reward? Besides, no proper terms were set for it when you explained the rules to me.”

“You little shit, you knew this was going to happen.”

“Dear, I am the divine foresight for a reason.”

He chuckled as his hands slowly moved down your torso and to the hem of your t-shirt.

He grasped the hem as he leaned into your body and spoke lowly in your ear

“Of course, if you don't want this, we could just revert to my original reward.”

His hold on you was firm but gentle, indicating that he'd let you go if you wanted him to.

“But, something about the way you're trembling in my hold tells me you don't want to stop, do you?”

Your breath was coming out in shaky puffs now. You simply looked away in embarrassment before he pressed himself closer to you, you could feel the warmth of his body through the clothes he was wearing.

“Answer me.”

“. . . I don't want you to stop”

He smiled against your ears and you swear if he had a tail it would be swishing around in excitement by now.

“That wasn't so hard, was it?”

Kissing the red shell of your ear he moved your face towards him and kissed you deeply before pressing his forehead to yours.

“Now, allow me to claim my reward.”

He peppered kisses along your jaw as his hands finally, finally took your t-shirt up to your neck as you raised your arms to help him get it off.

You were down to your panties and bra now, coincidentally, you were wearing one of his favourite sets’.

His kisses continued downward, unbuckling your bra with one hand while the other appreciatively squeezed around your body.

He leaned down on your chest, taking a nipple into his mouth as his other hand tweaked with the other and you gasped, sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine.

Your hands immediately found purchase in his soft hair as you closed your eyes and whispered his name.

Jing Yuan always , always made sure to lather extra attention to your chest, you never understood why but it had now become a sensitive spot for you.

He kissed and licked around your nipples, leaving little bites in between so that he can see them in the morning and fuck you all over again.

Deciding he'd done enough to your chest (for now) he moved his attention downwards, chuckling breathlessly at the small wet patch on your panties.

His large hand slid down as he started moving his finger up and down on your panties, making the wet patch grow bigger.

“You call me a bastard and yet have the nerve to be this wet for me, hm?”

“S-Shut up.”

You panted as your brain became fuzzy and warm, not being able to think of anything else except Jing Yuan touching you.

He smirked as he added pressure with his finger on exactly where your clit is and you gasped loudly. The fabric of your panties providing a weird but not unwelcome feeling.

“Do you think you can cum just from this alone?”

“I don't k-”

You cut yourself off with a loud moan as he pinched your clit and rubbed it.

“You don't know? Well, that's too bad. We'll just have to find out it seems, hm?”

You were gasping for air and moaning loudly at this point, thrashing and tugging at Jing Yuan’s hair like your life depended on it.

“I'm feeling nicer today, let's take this off, dear.”

He tugged at your panties and your hazy mind cleared for a second

“Jing Yuan! Don't I-”

A loud ripping sound echoed through the room as you stared in horror at the shredded remains of your panties but before you could utter a word, Jing Yuan kissed you and simultaneously continued to make circles around your clit.

You weakly slammed your fisted hands onto the hard planes of his chest but to no avail, he wasn't going to let up.

He continued flicking your clit at a faster pace before speaking into your ear.

“Be a good girl and cum for me”

You moaned as you clenched his (now crumpled) white shirt in your hands as your eyes rolled back and your orgasm flooded over your body in waves.

The general continued to make slow and gentle circles on your clit as you got down from your high, peppering your body with kisses and bites everywhere.

You were still breathing heavily when you regained your senses again.

“So, my hypothesis was correct.”

“You're gonna pay for that, Yu.”.

You said, not sure if youre referring to the torn panties or the fact that him massaging your clit was enough to get you to cum.

“Of course I will, and any other matching set you like so I can rip them all off of your body.”

His voice was so calm while speaking you'd almost think he was unaffected by the situation but that was far from the truth, sitting on his lap gave away that he was extremely hard underneath you.

He kissed you again, gently this time as he pulled back and bore his eye into yours.

“Do you want to continue?”

You didn't respond, only leaning in to kiss him before bringing your hands to the collar of his shirt and unbuttoning it.

“I'm not the only one that's going to be naked here.”

He helped you take off his whole shirt, watching you as you admired his sculpted and scarred torso.

“Turn around for me, love.”

You did as you were told, sitting in his lap with your back against his chest.

His hands suddenly came up on you again, going downwards to your pussy as he outlined your lips. Pressing gently on the soft flesh.

Your hands immediately found purchase on top of his much bigger ones, your breathing picking up again.

He inserted two fingers in you, pushing them in and out and curling them in just the right spot, hitting your already frayed nerves and stretching you open for him. Keeping the rhythm of his fingers up, slowly getting you towards the edge again when suddenly,

You were left empty as Jing Yuan retracted his hand and wiped it onto his pants as he unzipped them, before hooking both his hands under your plush thighs and lifting your slit above his cock.

“Tell me if you need a break.”

Before you could respond, he was already impaling you on his cock, pushing you down slowly as you reached back with your hands and grabbed his neck while arching your back.

“F-Fuck- too much-”

“You can take it, I know you can.”

He whispered breathlessly as he continued pushing you down until you met the base of his cock.

“There we go.”

Jing Yuan waited for you to adjust while rubbing gentle circles on your clit, watching intently as you fought to gain back your breath.

You were struggling at this point, mind in a haze at the feeling of being so full. Not knowing where to place your hands you blurted our the first coherent thought that came to your mind.

“. . .Tie my hands, please.”

Now it was the general’s turn to be surprised, you were not one to beg usually. He smiled coyly as he grabbed your discarded t-shirt and rolled it up to form a makeshift knot.

“If i was aware we were going to this tonight, I wouldve prepared more.”

You pushed your hands out together in front of you impatiently, just wanting to move but not trusting your shaking legs to carry through.

Jing Yuan kissed around your ears again started working on binding your hands immediately. Securing it as tight as he could, he tugged on it before pecking you on the cheek.

“There. Is that better?”

“Yes.”

You were fully panting now, subtly grinding yourself on his cock.

Jing yuan took it as his cue to move and hooked his hands under your thighs again before lifting you off his cock.

The split second where you were left empty was enough for you to whine. He wasn’t a cruel lover, though, he thrusted back in, filling you instantly.

He kept the tempo of fast but deep strokes and before long you could feel your second orgasm approaching.

Suddenly, there was a change as he pushed you down onto the wooden floor face first and ass up, the angle making him reach in different areas.

Your tied hands were above your head as you got rubbed on the floor like a mop cloth from his powerful thrusts. Jing Yuan bent over and draped his larger frame over your back, holding down your shaking hands with one of his own and thrusting faster.

“Come on, come for me.”

He whispered into your ear, again, reaching his other hand down to play with your clit.

And that's all it took for you to orgasm, releasing over his cock as he kept his pace.

For a few seconds, you blanked out completely, caught up in the haze of your orgasm that you didn't even notice Jing Yuan continuing,

That was until you were brought back to reality by a hit of overstimulation, tears already collecting at your lashes as the pleasure soared through your entire body.

“Y-Yu-”

“Just a little more.”

He continued rubbing fast circles over your clit and you could feel the tendrils of your third orgasm creeping up on you as you clenched around him hard.

It pierced through you just as your boyfriend finally released inside you, hot liquid filling you up and you felt so full.

Jing Yuan panted as he rested some of his body weight on you, essentially pinning you in place and having no way to move. Just the way you like it.

He grabbed your hips with both his hands as he gently thrusted a few times to get the last few seconds of pleasure in, wrecking your already overstimulated pussy.

“. . . I think my reward is incomplete.” He said after a few beats of silence.

“Absolutely not.”

Jing Yuan laughed breathlessly as he pulled you back onto his lap and rested himself against the sofa, wrapping his hands around your waist and putting his head on your shoulder.

The both of you relished in the afterglow for a bit with him still stuffed inside you, just enjoying and soaking each other’s presence, you were the first to speak.

“Horny bastard, you really piledrived me on the floor of our living room.” You laughed while pecking at his cheeks.

“Me? I’m the horny one now? You were the one that suggested this game in the first place!”

Jing Yuan feigned hurt as he tightened his hold on you, eyeing you cheekily as your ears turned red.

“I didn’t proposition sex! It was a game to-”

“To what? Play house with each other?” Jing Yuan asked in an amused tone before continuing,

“You wanted it to end like this, didn’t you?”

“Not on the goddamn floor! I’m gonna have bruises from this tomorrow, I hope you're happy.”

You pouted and held your (still bound) hands close to your chest, hearing Jing Yuan snicker and feeling his chest shake.

“I’ll give you a massage right now, on the bed this time, to make up for it”

“And then what? Escalate it into having sex again? I need to walk tomorrow, Yu.”

“You know me too well.”

You looked at him into his eyes and he simply gave you a crooked smile

“Untie my hands, we need to clean up and get to bed”

“Hmm… How about I let you go now and you let me enjoy my reward in the shower again?”

You sighed before nodding in acceptance, you weren’t going to feel your legs tomorrow.

This is the price you pay for provoking the sleeping lion.

“Horny bastard.”

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hanrinz · 10 months

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✩ ‧ ₊˚ TO LOVE AND TO HOLD — MICHAEL KAISER

wherein your boyfriend is terrible at pick-up lines, but it's okay he's cute anyway.

your boyfriend of four years, michael kaiser is terrible with a lot of things. namely, with his incapability of cooking meals, his terrible sense of time—if not for you maybe he won't even come to some grand events his team holds in time.

but this main habit of your boyfriend that just takes the prize, is him making awful pick-up lines.

may it be a line he saw from a rom-com movie or he's seen on the internet, he'll make it a mission to use it on you every single time.

what makes it worse, is that he doesn't even say it right.

your boyfriend is a lot of things, but using a good pick-up line is not one of them. your boyfriend is idiotically cute and sometimes a jerk.

it baffles your friends how you ended up with such a man like michael kaiser. maybe, it was his dumb jokes or his stupid face, you'll never know.

love is blind they said, maybe it's true for you.

on a cold afternoon, where you and kaiser are walking down on the road for a grocery run. the sun hides behind the clouds and the breeze blows through lightly.

scrolling through your phone as you check the list of the items you'll be buying. walking aimlessly as your boyfriend leads you, a hand placed on your lower back.

surprisingly he's quiet, looking at the buildings and the speck of white flakes that falls faintly on this day.

you continue to revel in the comfortable silence you were wrapped into, listing down some items you've been thinking on top of your head.

milk, strawberries, chocolates...

mind blanking from the things you need at your home, you turn to your lover. whose attention was taken by the surroundings, it's a rare sight to see.

your kaiser is quiet and deep in thought, an eerie scene in your honest opinion, but you don't point it out loud.

instead, you call out to him.

"what do you want for dinner?"

silence.

for someone who likes talking off his mind, your boyfriend didn't even hear you. well, that's something new.

you only call more.

"kaiser? hello? ...love?"

the same response was met.

you wonder what was weighing on your boyfriend's mind for him to drown out the world. it makes you think if he's ignoring you, but you didn't dwell on it for much any longer.

huffing as you try once more, with a louder voice.

"kaiser—"

your boyfriend's head turns all so suddenly to you, interjecting your words.

"—my hand is kinda heavy, can you hold it?"

your boyfriend is really terrible, you conclude.

a smile was plastered on his face, his stupidly charming smile was hanging on his lips. the kind of one that you're familiar with, the one where he finds another pick-up line to use.

he looks at you expectantly, gauging your reaction to what you think of it, you presume—his amazing lines.

and you try to stop the ever growing grin that makes its way to your face, but failing miserably.

only replying to his charms back.

"that's not how the line goes, but you're cute so fine."

a chuckle leaves your lips, making kaiser pout. compared to the pick-up lines he had uttered before, this was definitely better, but not the best.

but it's fine—it's okay because it was him, you think.

"hey, don't laugh! i tried my best okay?" he cried out.

another laugh leaves your mouth, that you tried to stifle—keyword: tried

you took his hands with yours, squeezing it three times in a way to comfort him, dragging him to the store that comes into view.

"okay, mr. i-tried-my-best, whatever you say." you teased, before letting yourself freely laugh at his antics, that only makes him pout more.

your boyfriend was really bad at this, but you don't mind. it's fine, because he's stupid and yours.

◞♡ likes & reblogs are highly appreciated ! okay,, first time writing for this man i hate him i swear :x based on this prompt btw !!

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jeankirsteinsgirl · 8 months

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Hi babe! I saw your post about sending requests! What about Husband!Jean who is absolutely head over heels for his wife. Like he still gets giddy whenever he sees her and still flirts with her as if they aren’t married. 😭 it’s so cute!

Husband!Jean headcanons

Summary: Jean being a sweetie as your husband!!

CW: lots of fluff, maybe a little suggested smut, not much.

Husband Jean who loves to do acts of service for his beloved like making you breakfast in bed on the weekends, running you a warm bath, giving you massages when you're on the couch, bringing you flowers home as soon as he can

Husband Jean who wakes up before you and lets you sleep while admiring your beautiful sleeping face, just thinking about how lucky he is to sleep next to you

Husband Jean who pulls a blanket over you whenever you accidentally fall asleep on the couch, being sure to tuck you in and kiss your forehead

Husband Jean who insists he hates your silly little shows but watches and comments on them the entire time

He'd pretend to be looking at his phone and glance up when you're not looking until you catch him watching intently making little comments every now and then on what's happening until he asks you to watch it with him

Husband Jean who drunk texts you about how much he loves his wife lmao

"Look you're really sweet I'm sure but I'm married" in response to your text asking him when he was coming home later

Husband Jean who buys you whatever you want whenever you want

you tell him you don't need him to, and you don't want to be spoiled but how could he not spoil you when you're so perfect

Husband Jean who comes up from behind you and wraps his long arms around your waist while you're trying to cook dinner for him

"You're so beautiful you know that baby?" while pressing a kiss to your temple

Husband Jean who insists you look better without makeup, even when you tell him that's not necessarily a compliment

Husband Jean who brushes out your hair after your shower

Husband Jean who tries to do all the chores around the house because he thinks you're too pretty to work

Husband Jean who would go out of his way to bring you coffee at work just because you were feeling a little stressed

Of course he remembers your coffee order and he would write a cute little message on it before delivering it to you

"Got this for you honey, just a little pick me up"

Always touching you lol loves holding your hand, playing with your hair, smelling your scent when he hugs you, loves when you lay on him, picking you up, hugging you.

Still flirts with you like you're dating

'"Hey gorgeous how 'bout you and me go on a little date later hm?" "Jean we're married... and we live together."

Husband Jean who doesn't even notice any other women, if he dated anyone before you ha can't remember

You're his one and only and he absolutely worships the ground you walk on

Husband Jean who secretly smells your perfume when you're away because he misses you so much

And of course, if you're away for a while he would write you handwritten letters detailing how much he adores you

Husband Jean who has a big boy job and makes lots of money so he tries to convince you to quit you're job because "Pretty girls shouldn't have to work"

Always wants to kiss you even when it annoys you

Just brushed your teeth? Kiss. Got super drunk? Kiss. Just woke up? Kiss. Trying to eat your dinner? Kiss. In the middle of drinking the coffee, he bought you? Kiss. He can't get enough

Husband Jean who worships your body both sexually and non-sexually.

Loves watching the way you walk, the way your face crinkles when you laugh, loves the feeling of your small fingers intertwined with his, loves how soft your hair is.

Would kiss every inch of your body and has

When you're "making love" as he calls it he would just worship you the entire time

Husband Jean who still gets all flustered and embarrassed when you tell him you want him

Husband Jean whose face turns all red and turns away when you take your clothes out in front of him because he wants to be respectful

Husband Jean who puts your pleasure first of course

"You're so fucking beautiful baby, how did I get so lucky?"

"God you have the most perfect tits I've ever fucking seen."

"You're so gorgeous under me you know that? You know how pretty you are?"

Drives you around everywhere, you're the passenger princess of course

Opens every door for you whenever he can

Knows all of your favorite things and gets them for you whenever you're feeling down

Let's you cry on his chest and holds you tight while he wipes away your tears with his tough fingers.

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frogg093 · 1 year

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Okay okay okay so imagine this;

Teenager!Kunikuzushi flies to Sumeru to visit his beloved Aunt Buer and stay with her for the summer. She lives in a nice, cozy neighborhood where the locals are mostly lonely elders or large families, whose children come home to visit and spend time with them during summer break. The neighbors are all friendly with each other and generally know each other pretty well, visiting during the day, offering meals to elders who are too tired to cook, and helping each other clean or prepare for their families to come and visit.

It was a quiet afternoon in the house. Kunikuzushi had just finished unpacking his things into the guest room. The smell of fresh spices wafted through the air and graced his nostrils, urging him to walk to the kitchen where his Aunt Buer was standing on a stool, preparing dinner. He bit the inside of his cheek to prevent a smile at the way she stood on her toes to see over the pot.

"Aunty, do you need help?" He asked, rolling up his sleeves.

"Kuni, perfect timing! I don't need help here, but could you go and tidy up the living room, please? One of the neighbors is coming over with one of their children in an hour." Buer informed with a smile.

Kunikuzushi let out a sigh before he could remember to bite it back, "Okay." He nodded and turned to leave.

Kunikuzushi examined the spotless living room one last time before pulling his phone out of his pocket and falling back onto the plush couch with a soft 'oomf'. The sound of three soft knocks drifted through the house.

"Kuni! Can you come get the door? My hands are full!" Buer shouted from the kitchen.

"Coming!" He shouted back as he pushed himself off the couch. He dropped his phone in his pocket and smoothed out his clothes as he mentally prepared himself to socialize with some random person. When he opened the door, he saw your mother standing at the door with a kind smile on her face and her hair in a messy, low bun. Standing shyly behind her was you, holding a covered tray of desserts.

"Hello, Kunikuzushi! It's been a while. You're as handsome as ever!" Your mother giggled and pinched his cheek. His face slightly warmed and you looked away to ease his embarrassment.

"Please, come in. Aunty is finishing up with dinner." Kunikuzushi said warmly to your mother.

"Thank you, young man." She nodded and walked in first.

"Thank you," You said quietly, nodding at him as you stepped forward. You were shocked by the cold glare you received. Was this really the kind, sweet boy your mother and aunty Buer always told you about?! You cleared your throat as you walked past him, his eyes boring into the back of your head and sending a shiver down your spine. His coldness was quickly forgotten as you entered the warm yellowish glow of Buer's home and the delicious scent danced in the air. Kunikuzushi lead you and your mother to the kitchen, where Buer was washing her hands.

"Ah, [Mother's name]! It's so nice to see you!" She quickly dried her hands and walked up to your mother.

"Hello, Buer! How have you been?" Your mother beamed as she clasped Buer's hands in her own.

"Quite well, thank you!" She gave your mother's hands a squeeze as she turned to you. "Hello there, [name]! You've gotten bigger!" She excitedly skipped over to you, and you kneeled down so she could hug you and pinch your cheeks. You didn't get bigger at all, actually, but it made sense for someone as small as Buer to assume so, so you overlooked it.

"I missed you, aunty. We brought desserts for you and your nephew." In an attempt to get something aside from a disgusted look out of him, you smiled up at Kunikuzushi, who spared you a glance before dismissing you and looking back to Buer.

"How sweet of you! You can just leave them on the counter for now." She beamed.

"[name], why don't you two go sit in Kunikuzushi's room while me and Buer chat?" Your mother smiled at you, completely aware of the despair in your eyes at the thought of having to socialize with someone new, let alone the absolutely terrifying Kunikuzushi who was supposed to be 'the sweetest boy ever!', according to your mother and Buer.

Buer gave Kunikuzushi a firm look, her eyes telling him to 'behave'. You stood up and nervously pulled on the sleeve of your shirt.

"Okay, mama." You said quietly as Kunikuzushi gestured for you to follow him with a nod of his head. You gave your mother one last look, begging for her pity as you hurried to follow Kunikuzushi. She only smiled at you in faux oblivion before turning her attention back to Buer. You couldn't help but feel like a lamb, skipping mindlessly to the slaughter as Kunikuzushi lead you through the hallway to the guest room.

You whisper a prayer to the archons above as you enter the room.

Let's hope Kunikuzushi isn't as mean as he looks...

♡ Part 2

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hotchnisslvr · 27 days

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a bau found family easter

category: fluff, found family, drabble

characters: rossi, reid, derek, hotch, prentiss, jj, will, garcia, jack, henry

word count: 1k

summary: rossi hosts the bau team for easter sunday including the perfect home cooked italian dinner and egg hunt extravaganza for the kiddos.

“Hey Rossi,” Spencer interjects from where he’s perched on a barstool at the kitchen counter. “I don’t think they’re quite old enough to know what ‘reconnaissance’ means.”

A graying eyebrow arches toward his hairline as the elder agent regards the young doctor before turning his attention back to the kids. “Well, kids. Anyone know what reconnaissance means?”

“Reconn-oh-swince,” Henry whispers as he rolls onto the tips of his toes, fingers twitching around the handle on his Easter basket.

Rossi points a ring adorned finger at him and smiles. “Close!” He shifts his attention to Jack. “Any ideas, son?”

Jack looks at his shoes, then over at his dad, who is smiling at him encouragingly from behind the bar where he sips on a Corona. “You were collecting facts!” he finally answers.

Rossi claps his hands together, “Bravo, Jack!” He inclines his head toward Reid whose furrowed brow indicates his confusion and surprise.

“Atta boy, Jack!” Aaron calls.

“Well,” Rossi continues. “I did some of that and it looks like we had a special guest visit the backyard.”

An excited giggle escapes Henry’s lips as he bounces up and down in place. “Who? Who?”

“My good friend, the Easter bunny.”

Henry’s eyes widen as a big smile spreads across his face. He looks up at his mother, who is standing by the backdoor with his father. JJ smiles in turn, her heart swelling at the sight of the boys’ excitement.

“There are a lot of eggs out there in need of gathering.” Rossi reaches into his blazer pocket and withdraws two plastic eggs. “Jack, you’ll be looking for the blue eggs and Henry, you’ll be looking for the purple eggs. You each have twenty eggs. Are you ready?”

Both boys nod their heads eagerly.

“Are you sure you’re ready?”

“Oh, Rossi, for the love of God please let the little babies run free. My great big auntie heart can’t take the suspense.” Penelope cries from her place at the kitchen table. She leans her head against Morgan’s chest, feigning passing out. The bunny ears headband she’s wearing nearly pokes Derek in the eye as she does this. Morgan’s brow arches as his lips curve into a sly smile. “Babygirl, what are you doing?”

“Shh,” Penelope says. “If this is how I go, it’s how I go.”

“Go!” Rossi shouts and jumps out of the way as the two boys tear toward the back door. Fortunately, Emily is there to pull open the sliding glass doors just in time. The boys clamber over one another as they race across the patio and down the steps into the wide expanse of Rossi’s backyard.

All of the adults follow, drinks in hand. JJ and Will are first into the backyard, Will with his smartphone in hand capturing photos and videos as the boys dart around the yard.

Penelope dashes out after the boys with Emily, clapping and cheering as they find their eggs hidden around the grass, in bushes, and on top of rocks. Derek picks Jack up at one point to help him reach one that was perched in a low hanging tree branch. That had been one of Rossi’s “hard” finds though all of the eggs were in relatively plain sight.

Rossi approaches Aaron, who is watching Jack from the patio. A genuine smile plays on his lips as he watches his son run around the yard. “You think he’s having a good time?”

Hotch looks away from Jack for a moment to look at his colleague and friend. He nods. “I think so.” He pauses and takes a swig of his beer. “The holidays are always hard for him, since Haley—”

“I know,” Rossi interjects. Hotch didn’t need to finish that statement. He elbows him gently. “It’s okay if they’re hard for you, too, you know?”

“I just don’t want him to miss out on anything,” Aaron says as his gaze shifts back to Jack, who’d just found another egg. He holds it up in the air, his toothy grin lighting up his face. Henry had just found one as well. JJ ushers them together for a photo.

“He won’t,” Rossi assures. “You’re doing a great job, Aaron. Don’t ever forget that.”

“Daddy! Daddy!” Jacks calls as he trots over toward them, plastic eggs clattering as his basket bounces alongside him.

“What’s up, buddy?”

“I can’t find the last egg!”

Hotch passes his beer to Rossi and takes Jack’s hand. “Let’s see if we can’t find it, how’s that sound? Come on, let’s go.”

Rossi smiles as he watches the scene play out in front of him. Everyone is smiling. The children are laughing. There’s no vestiges of the horrors and dread of what they face daily at work lingering on anyone. Today, they’re all just people; friends, fathers, mothers, godparents…one, big, found family. He couldn’t be prouder. The BAU had been his pet project from the beginning, and he’d always known it would grow and be a success. He’d never thought it’d turn into a family, not one as closely bound together as this one.

As Jack finds the last of his blue eggs hidden behind a bunch of daffodils, a chorus of cheers erupts from everyone. Henry even calls out, “Good job, Jack!”

Rossi smiles to himself as he heads inside to check on dinner. It wouldn’t be Easter without one of his perfectly al dente pasta dishes, after all.

He drops Hotch’s empty beer bottle into the recycling bin and watches through the glass of the sliding back door as Aaron and Will hoist the boys onto their shoulders, holding their full baskets in the air like trophies. Everyone gathers together as JJ extends her arm to take a selfie, commemorating the occasion to memory.

A Happy Easter, indeed.

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thatlovinfeelin · 1 year

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Where Do You Go? | one | Bradley Rooster Bradshaw

Your husband died in a training accident, unexpectedly. So what happens when you find yourself leaning on his best friend and wingman, Rooster Bradshaw?

You never imagined you’d be a widow at twenty-six. Never did you think you would actually get the news that your husband died during a mission, unable to eject properly. Your knees hit the floor so hard they could’ve cracked but you didn’t feel it at all. Not as you cried and screamed and begged.

The house felt so empty after the reality that your husband was gone set in. Kurtis Chapman was a hell of a man, an even better pilot. He should still be in the house with you, laughing at some reality TV show, or helping you cook dinner.

You weren’t sure how, but you called your parents and managed to tell them. They promised to take care of letting the rest of your family know. There was suddenly a funeral to plan, suddenly you had to bury your husband, the man you promised to love for your entire life.

Somehow you found yourself dressed in black, seated in front of a bunch of people. Your eyes never left the wooden casket that held Kurtis, the love of your life. You hardly reacted when you were handed a folded up flag on behalf of the United States Navy. Flinching only when the twenty one gun salute was started. Tears rolled down your cheeks. All you could think about was the fact that he was gone.

Maybe some people would find it tacky to hold a wake in a bar. But the Hard Deck was the only place you could fathom having everyone gather together after saying goodbye to Kurtis. He loved it here. The two of you came almost every weekend to drink with friends and play pool together. It seemed like the only place that was even somewhat appropriate, because he would’ve loved it.

You moved around the bar as if on some sort of autopilot. There was no loud music or the thunderous sounds of voices filling the bar. Everyone spoke in hushed tones and the jukebox was either off or the volume was turned way down, you weren’t entirely sure.

As you stood there, all alone, you seemed to come back to yourself and the weight of the day fell onto your shoulders. So, you made your way towards the bar, in search of the only thing that made sense to you.

“What do you need me to do?” Penny asked softly.

You took a deep breath, “I need a shot of something, anything….just not his favorite.”

She nodded and slid a shot glass towards you. You loved Penny like a big sister or a fun aunt. She looked after you when you first moved to San Diego and was the first person to introduce you to Kurtis. Now, looking at her, made tears burn in your eyes again.

Giving a stiff nod, you slammed back the alcohol and walked away. You let out a deep breath and made your way back through the crowd of people. Each one of them gave you a sad look or apologized for your loss, as if that would make it any better.

In the corner near the pool table stood all of Kurtis’ aviator friends from Top Gun. They all looked just as lost as you felt. For a moment you wondered who was in the air with him when he died. Whose voice was the last thing he heard before he died?

Suddenly you felt like the walls were closing in on you. Ducking out of the side door, you took a deep breath, trying to fill your lungs with air. Your chest heaved as you leaned over the railing. This couldn’t be happening, this couldn’t be your life anymore.

How were you supposed to go on now? Logistically yes, you would be okay. You had more than enough money set aside, thanks to Kurtis being smart with your finances, and the life insurance plan. You would be able to keep the house, everything would be okay when it came to things like that. But how could you sleep in that bed knowing the other side would stay empty?

“Are you okay?”

You turned around to see Bradley Bradshaw, better known by his callsign, Rooster. His hands were in his pockets as he stood just outside of the door, watching you carefully. Kurtis always liked Rooster, so much so that Rooster was the best man at your wedding.

“No.”

“I’m sorry,” He replied.

“Were you with him?” You questioned, needing to know.

He nodded slowly, which was all you needed to know. At least Rooster was in the air with him, he wasn’t alone. That made you feel better, or at least as much as anything could today. If anyone had to be in the air with him when it happened, you’re glad it was Rooster.

You swallowed the lump in your throat before moving forward and wrapping your arms around the aviator. You just needed to be held by someone. But then it dawned on you that Rooster went through this with his dad. He lost him in a similar way.

“I’m sorry if this brings back bad memories,” You whisper to him, holding onto him tightly.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” He replied, voice gravelly, “Are you going to be okay?”

You nodded and stepped away, “The house is taken care of. Kurtis had plenty of money stashed away too,” you let out a little laugh, “We were saving up to start a family.”

“He told me,” Rooster admitted.

“Of course he did. He thought of you as a brother.”

“He really really loved you, for what it’s worth.”

“I love him,” You whisper back, “And it hurts like hell and I don’t know how I’m going to get through this.”

“You will,” Rooster promised, “We’ll all be here to help you, if you want us to.”

You nodded, leaning back into him for another hug. If you closed your eyes, you might think it was Kurtis hugging you, making that deep ache in your chest and belly go away for just a moment. You always felt safe with Rooster. He looked after you when Kurtis was deployed the last time.

He felt like the calm in the middle of the storm that was your life now.

“I don’t know where I’m supposed to go,” You admitted, “Nowhere feels like home.”

“My mom said the worst part was the house without my dad,” He told you softly, “You’ll get through this, I promise.”

You nodded, stepping away from Rooster and taking a deep breath. You just needed to get through today.You could figure everything else out later. Like packing up all of Kurtis’ things, or how you were supposed to keep living in the house that you planned on growing old together in.

“I need to go back in there,” You announced, looking towards the door, “It’s rude for me to hide away.”

“Take all the time you need,” Rooster replied, “Everyone will understand that you need to hide for a little while.”

The weeks turned into months. Slowly creeping by as you cried yourself to sleep in an empty bed and looked at Kurtis’ things every day. By the third month, you couldn’t stand it anymore and went out to buy boxes. Even still, you couldn’t bring yourself to pack anything away. Part of you kept waiting for him to come back home, even though you knew he never would.

You sat on the floor in the middle of your bedroom, looking at the closet. You didn’t know where to start, or if you even could start. Would he be mad at you for trying to move on? Would he hate you for trying to get on with your new life? Even if it was hurting you to do it?

A knock on your front door made you stop completely. No one came by anymore. Your house used to be like a revolving door of Aviators and other members of the Navy, but now everything was quiet. So quiet it almost hurt.

You slowly made your way to the door, not expecting to see anyone of any importance. Who would bother to come now that it was just you? Kurtis was the fun one. He was the one that had the parties and made all of the jokes. You were always quiet and fading into the background.

You were sure you looked awful. Greasy hair piled on top of your head and eyes red and swollen from crying so much. But you didn’t care, you couldn’t bring yourself to even try to look presentable. Why would you? The man you loved was dead and gone. Buried in the cold ground.

You pushed your glasses up your nose before unlocking the door and swinging it open. You were more than shocked to see Rooster standing in civilian clothes on the other side. He looked the same as the last time you saw him, three months ago.

“Hey,” He spoke carefully, “I just wanted to come check on you. We haven’t seen you in a while.”

You nodded, “Can’t bring myself to go out.”

“I understand that,” he replied, “Look, if you ever need anything, you know you can call me, right? I promised I’d take care of you.”

You nodded again, and for some reason took a step back and opened the door the rest of the way, “I’m trying to pack up some of his things….. But I don’t know where to start. I’m not even sure if I can start.”

He swallowed a thick lump in his throat. Rooster remembered how hard it was on his mom to pack up after his dad died, “Do you want me to help?”

You nod once more, “I can’t do it alone. I’m too scared of what I’m going to feel when I do.”

“Okay…show me the way.”

So, you let him into your house. All the way to the bedroom you kept trying to ignore all of the pictures of you and Kurtis on the walls. Your wedding photo hurt more than anything to look at. You were only twenty three, he was twenty five when you got married, Kurtis was still in flight school.

As you led Rooster into your bedroom, you wondered if Kurtis would be okay with him being here. They were best friends, had been since school. If anyone was supposed to be here to help you from the Squadron, you hoped Kurtis really did pick Rooster. You felt comfortable with him. Standing in the middle of your bedroom, surrounded by empty boxes, your strange grief induced friendship with Bradley Rooster Bradshaw began.

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themusingsofmitsuki · 5 months

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“It’s beautiful.” You were awed at the white sand beach of Redang Island’s Long Beach, but even more impressed with how the colors of the sky and sea mixed into a beautiful gradient of blues.

“Definitely beautiful.” There’s no denying that, but Kento had his eyes on you—the view was merely complementary. The image of you in a sundress, a wide brimmed hat, with glittering eyes and a beaming smile made it hard for him not to whisk you away somewhere private. Instead, he chose to wrap his strong arms around your waist and bury his face in the crook of your neck.

“Thank you for coming here with me, love. Even if this was all hastily planned."

In reality, you were thankful that he was taking a break at all. Something has shifted in the jujutsu world, and even you, a teacher who floats between Tokyo Jujutsu High and Kyoto Jujutsu High, have observed the building tension and unease among the students and teachers. Sorcerers were dying, curses have become increasingly aggressive, and Kento has been working overtime more frequently. You’ve always known the risk of loving a man whose life is in constant danger, but his last brush with Mahito made you understand the weight of your love for him.

“I’ll go where you go,” you turned to him, “and you’ll go where I go.” You flashed a cheeky grin at him, and without warning, you took his hand in yours and rushed into the cool and crisp waters. It didn’t matter that he was still in his silly Hawaiian shirt or if your sundress would be drenched—you both haven’t been this free since you and Kento both graduated high school.

You still remember Shoko and Utahime devising a plan to make both you and Kento confess to your little crushes for each other. Shoko thinks you’re a couple of hopeless idiots, and Utahime just found it painful to watch both of you mindlessly pine for each other and still have doubts about what the other felt.

Maybe Shoko’s thoughts still rang true; you both are hopeless idiots, even at this moment. Kento has something to say, but he’s been holding back for your sake. Maybe it can wait—after dinner, after you’ve visited the city of Kuala Lumpur, when you go back to your shared apartment in Tokyo—perhaps when he retires.

“What’s gotten you so serious, handsome? "You peck his cheek and giggle a bit, and he snaps out of his thoughts. “Just a little hungry,” he said, briefly glancing down at your lips, “it’s been a long flight and I’m starving.” Your cheeks burned at the comment, and you’ve lost all your mischief. “I heard there’s a floating restaurant not too far from here." Kento found it adorable at how flustered you’ve become. “So let’s ditch the beach and have an early dinner. You wouldn’t want to miss the sunset now, would you? I heard Redang has amazing sunsets.” He’ll let you go for now, but not tonight.

The floating restaurant on the beach isn’t a common experience, but the food was the best part of your experience. That, and seeing Kento finally eat heartily. The convenience of eating sandwiches could only do so much for his health, which is why you’ve taken to cooking his lunches. Satoru once joked that you’re both “so married" after seeing bunny-shaped rice balls in your boyfriend’s bento.

You really wish you were, but that’ll have to wait. For now, you’re satisfied with cocktails by the ocean and seafood grills with Kento on an island far, far away from Tokyo.

By the time you both finished dinner, you'd drank one too many cocktails. Shoko was right. You were idiots, and you both still are.

The sun was setting, and Kento had a shawl wrapped around you as you sobered up with him by the shore. “Someone had an appetite for strawberry daiquiris."

You hiccuped, “I know you can fight.” You rested your head against his firm shoulder. The subtle waves and the mix of reds and blues could bring anybody peace, but you’re probably the luckiest person on earth to have the love of your life to experience it with you.

“Marry me.” The words escaped your lips, and Kento nearly choked on his beer. Maybe he had too much to drink, too. “Love, what?”

“I said,” you said, looking him in the eyes. “Marry me.” It was a command, but there was a painful twang about the way you said it—it came off as a firm, yet desperate plea.

He fondly called your name, “You have a long life ahead of you. A future free from curses and all the troubles of sorcerers.” He smiled fondly at you, but there was a somber look in his eyes. Kento also wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, but it’s taking everything in him to pull the ring you’ve been eyeing out of his pocket and make you his. He was going to make it happen—a proposal by the beach on one knee during a candlelit dinner. But he’s been holding back for your sake.

“I’m a sorcerer too, you know,” you pouted, and while that was true, your technique wasn’t one suited for specifically fighting.

“Besides, we can spend the rest of our lives together, even if it’s as short as the sunset.” You knew he wouldn’t agree, but part of you felt like he was going to slip through your fingers if you didn’t ask him now.

“I don’t want you to wait for somebody who might never return home. That’s not right,” he says, tucking some of your hair behind your ear. “One day, you’ll find a man who will come home to you without fail because he’s not fighting curses. He’ll learn how you like your coffee in the morning and tuck your kids to sleep at night. I’m just being selfish with you for now.”

“Not selfish enough to spend the rest of your life with me.” You averted your gaze. Both of your hands managed to find their way to his hand against your cheek, and you held his hand between your palms.

“If you’re saying no because you can’t see a future with me, I can accept it.” A few of your tears fell. “But if you don’t want to be with me for my sake, I know I’ll spend the rest of my life regretting everything we could’ve been.”

The sound of the gentle waves rippled against the shore, and he said nothing. Instead, he reaches into his breast pocket to fish for something.

It was a ring—the same one you’ve been looking at for months.

“I can’t promise you a lot,” it was his turn to hold your hand. “I won’t be able to quell your worries or come home to you on time," he said as he slid the band onto your ring finger, “and one day, I might never come home to you at all."

He looked into your eyes, and you were still too stunned to speak. You must be dreaming; the world is too cruel for this to be what you think it is.

“But I’ll do everything in my power to come home to you every night for the rest of our lives. We might not go on vacations like this every year, but I’ll be sure to make every anniversary, birthday, and festival we spend together full of fireworks and laughter.”

“Most importantly..." He paused, and your breath hitched. “I promise to get your cup of coffee right every morning. Please let me be greedy with you just this once and be mine. ”

“I’ve always been yours, silly.” He gently grabbed your chin and savored your lips. You reciprocated with your lips and tongue—it was love, hunger, and longing all at once. You were left breathless when he pulled away. “You’re no fair, I asked first.” He chuckled. “It’s a shame you beat me to it."

He leaner closer to your ear, “Maybe I shouldn’t be making you wait for things you’re very eager to have.” You weren’t escaping this time.

[Author’s Note: I am revising history for fellow Nanami stans and simps. This one is for us.]

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kiatheinsomniac · 1 year

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Feel free to reject this but how about Alucard with a reader that’s like Zhongli? (Non human but hides the fact they are a dragon, old, terrible with money, reminiscing about the past a lot, etc.)

☾ ⋆ﾟ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: ooooo interesting! I'll go for Alucard who's aged to modern era for this one!

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: Adrian 'Alucard Tepes

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: none, modern au

｡･:*˚:✧｡ adrian 'alucard' tepes

♡ when Alucard first met you, it was in a coffee shop. He was in the queue behind you and noticed how you patted down your body and rummaged through your bag before, embarrassed, telling the barista you had forgotten your purse. Ever the gentleman, Adrian had stepped in and offered to pay for your order. He asked where you were heading but turns out you planned on just sitting in the corner with a book and so he joined you, bringing out his own book from his bag. However, the two of you ended up doing very little reading and instead spent the time chatting with one another.

♡ what made you quickly win him over was the depth of your conversations as hours flew by like minutes in that little café. You'd talk about the past and how you longed to be a part of it and yet you held up a certain respect for the world as it is today too. But something about the way you spoke about the past resonated a bit too well with him. You spoke just like he did and he knew this his words came from living through the past. Were you truly human?

♡ he ended up asking for your phone number not your snapchat bc he's a gentleman and found it somewhat endearing when you took out a flip-phone and not a smartphone like he had expected. The two of you have lots of really long phone calls until you see each other again. He just loves how you're full of so much information and you'll share it all so readily with him, going off on tangents all the time to teach him things and, even when it's something he already knows, he won't stop you from speaking because he just loves when you talk like this.

♡ of course, the two of you are bound to find out each other's true natures soon enough and I can imagine Adrian finding out about you first. Perhaps you had gone for a movie night at his place, just a little date where he had cooked dinner and you had brought along a dessert for the two of you to share while you went through some old films together. You fell asleep on his shoulder and he managed to move you so that you were resting your head on his lap instead, pulling a blanket over your body and his own blanket around his shoulders as he leaned back in the sofa to rest without waking you. When he woke up, you were still asleep and as he groggily threaded his fingers through your stop hair, his hand was stopped by- horns? You had three sets of draconic horns facing backwards from your head, each one shorter and lower than the one above it. Your hands faded out to colours opposing your skin tone, your lips were parted slightly to reveal fangs and puffs of smoke being released by each soft breath you let out and you felt so warm.

♡ Alucard had heard of dragons who could take on the form of a human before but he never imagined that he would meet one in this age. He knew that this was not the full extent of your true form, no, this was a strong glamour whose strength had faded with your unconsciousness. You were a great, powerful and undoubtedly old creature - just like himself - and you were beautiful as you rested upon his lap.

♡ naturally, you were in a panic when you woke, still under the assumption that Adrian was human and would be deeply disturbed or confused at your appearance. He was quick to hold you close and calm you down though, assuring you that - while, yes, he's surprised - this isn't anything he didn't know existed. He had always spoken in a low, quiet voice, his lips not moving too much and you had assumed that that was just the way he was but when he showed you his fangs to make you understand why he was so calm about this whole situation, you now understood this habit of his much better.

♡ the two of you would spend hours cuddled up together as you spoke about your pasts and who you truly were and Adrian couldn't help but hold you a little tighter to his chest. Dating you had been something nerve-wracking for him. It had been a long time since he had allowed himself to open his heart but he was far too lonely and decided that a mortal lifetime of love in his immortal life might be worth it to free him from his solitude. You could feel his shaky breath as he buried his face into your neck once all was said and done and the two of you simply sat in silence, could feel the build of tears in his bright eyes that prompted you to cup his face. You had nothing to worry about, he assured you, telling you that these were tears of relief to know that he had given his heart to an immortal like himself who would stay by his side.

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aki-shun · 1 year

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Part III

Leona & Jack is here and Sebek is here (●'◡'●)

Finally someone is back!!! Dude, I completely forgot about this platform and I reached 1000 likes. Thanks so much for this <3 Anyway this lazy writer is back but as I said I don't know if I can publish Riddle x Male reader part 2 today.. Maybe tomorrow ( I really don't know but I try :) maybe

Well, why was I absent all this time (no one wonder this, but let me tell you) I publish TWST edits on Tik tok and editing was really difficult than I thought.. Apart from that, I had to visit a relative out of town for two weeks and my cousins between the ages of 9-12 who heard this. I was asked to take it with me and it was disgusting to own 4 brats for 2 weeks in a city I've never been to. But I'm still healthy (physically, not spiritually at all) and my phone, which is a piece of my heart, was in their hands to silence those brats. Although the phone was returning to my hands in the evenings, during that time I really didn't feel like writing. That's why I messed with tik tok. I definitely don't regret this, but when I have 3 articles to finish right now, there is a bit of regret, but it's okay :)

Yes, now that I wrote my excuse, let's come to the reason for being here: By the way, I woke up at 4 am the other day with a magnitude 6 earthquake and the idiots in my class prayed for more earthquakes as school was a holiday 💀💀

🥯Ruggie Bucchi🥯

Top version

This boy has never been dominant in his life

Always someone's errands, take-away, cooking Leona's dinner and dorm jobs and others..

It's true that hyena males have become more submissive, but him want some dominance

Hyena males are submissive to females and you are not female

So help him feel superior

He threw his head back with pleasure

One hand gripped your hair

The way your mouth hugs his dick and the warmth of his mouth

god he could do this forever

He had been so overwhelmed by the lessons all day that his lover offered to comfort him

How could he say no?!

He looked at your face

Your eyes watered and tears pooled next to them

You were trying to resist your gag reflex

You were trying to put it all in your mouth

You were trying to do your best but the way Ruggie looked down on you..

You felt like a defenseless rabbit in the face of a dangerous predator

Saliva was dripping from the corners of your mouth

You push your head back to breathe, but as you do, Ruggie pulls your hair out and shoves his own cock deep down your throat

You whined at his cock at this gesture, tears fell from your eyes and you tried to pull back but it was in vain

Ruggie was holding you too hard to let you move your head

A-a get it all neat. Sigh Since you offered it then do it right.

The feeling of superiority in his tone gave you goosebumps

You've never seen this side of him before

Reminds you of a kitty whose tail you accidentally stepped on

You wrapped your hands around the hem of his pants

You tried to do what he said

You knew how busy and tired you were lately

That's why you wanted to comfort him

But you never thought he'd treat you this way

You're starting to shake your head

The breaths you tried to exhale were hitting his groin and it made him shiver

His cock was twitching in your throat

small growl Come on honey, I know you can do better than that. Make me feel good~

Ahh, all those words he said against you, your face turned as red as Riddle's face when he got angry

But his eyes seemed to say something else

His face was dark against the moonlight hitting his neck, but you could feel the way he was looking at you with a grin

His blue-like gray eyes (or his gray-like blue eyes, whatever this shit) glowed with lust.

He was moving your head for his own pleasure with his hands holding your hair

He felt it approaching

You could tell by the twitch of his cock

The closer he got, the harder he swung against your throat

All your cum spilled down your throat

Swallow it all, don't waste a single drop..!

After all, his grandmother told him that waste is bad

Bottom version

Everyone knows that male hyenas are submissive to their mates

(¬‿¬)

It was the return of winter vacation and he missed you so much during the vacation

He came to Ramshackle Dorm after leaving his things in his room

You hugged tightly the moment you saw each other

Missed your scent

Missed your warmth

He missed your lips

He missed your voice, your giggles

He missed the way you looked at him

He missed you

You wanted to tell him what happened on vacation, but you promised Jamil

So you told him that the holidays were normal, just that Grim was a little mischievous. And asked if his grandmother was okay and how their vacation was

You both yearned by the burning fireplace

He was going to return to Ruggie dorm when the sun went down in the evening, but then he gave up on the idea

Hey, (MC/Yn). Is it okay if I stay here with you tonight? Of course, you can stay, it's okay. Let me prepare a bed for you. Don't bother, we can sleep together in your bed.

Your face is red like roses painted red

~Well, somehow it's 1 a.m.~

He could feel your hot breath in his ears

He always loved being the little spoon

He love cuddling by you

You buried your face in his neck and placed little kisses

Your one hand was playing with his nipple while the other was stroking his cock

You was playing with the head of his cock with his thumb

You was hitting his hips at a slow pace

It's been a long time since you last did

That's why you didn't want to suddenly burden him

But you wanted to give him as much pleasure as possible

After all, he was always very busy

An understated dorm leader assistant for everyone

But he is someone who deserves to be rested and loved

And you know it very well

You know he deserves the best<3

Ruggie's tail was wagging with pleasure from every part of his body

With his back to you, his tail was tickling the upper part of your crotch

In the face of the tickle you were just grunting on his neck

Not only was his tail twitching, his ears were twitching as well

He looked so cute, wish you could see him face

He was moaning your name silently

You were massaging his walls and prostate slowly but not too slowly

Your left hand sped up and began massaging his cock faster

Their whining plus and he started fidgeting

No matter where he moved his hips, he couldn't get rid of you

He didn't want to get rid of it though

You spoke like a whisper in his ears

If you're close, you can cum..

Your sensual and loving voice definitely sent him beyond cum

You gave him time to rest and catch his breathing

Your cock was still him in it

After a while you started to move again

irritated How much longer are we going to do it..? Like I said, 'til I cum

It was a little hard for you to ejaculate at this pace

After all, you were trying to please your boyfriend right now, not yourself

When you finally ejaculate he has already cum 7 times

You've been pretty resilient

While you were cleaning him and himself, he was already sleeping soundly from exhaustion

You kissed him on the forehead, careful not to wake him

Then you hugged him again and slept together

It's kind of impossible for him to wake up with a kiss after all, but whatever

AHHH that last part was so cute~~~ If you thought we were going to smash it in the last part, you were so wrong. He's so cute how can i hurt him (＞︿＜)

And I hadn't written for so long that I had a really hard time writing this. But I finally wrote it. Anon please write to me if you like it. All I can say right now is Riddle x male reader tomorrow because I'm tired.. (shh im lazy) But if my wish box was full, maybe I could rush to write it… if it was full…

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heiayen · 2 months

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little finch - furina&qiqi&gn!reader

summary: in an unexpected turn of events, you and furina end up babysitting little qiqi.

tags: can be read both as romantic and platonic for the relationship between [name] and furina, depending on how you choose to read this! as it says in the summary <3 wholesome drabble, no dialogues written. part 1 (watching gaming's perfomance) part 2 (playing with kites) part 3 (picking qingxins) part 4 (visiting the hulao mountain and bringing food as an offering) part 5 (trying out food stalls)

notes: my sixth entry for @/astronetwrk new lunar year event!! passes out!!! I DID IT!! okay look this was super cute to write but im super uncreative as to how u can spend time with kids because i dont spend time with kids. anyways. enjoy.

Somehow, you and Furina ended up with a very adorable, little zombie under your wings for the day, Qiqi. The story of how was one you didn’t quite understand, but… that was something that has happened.

You weren’t someone who knew how to babysit and especially wasn’t Furina, but you promised to do great nonetheless.

(By the end of the day, you thought that you and Furina did an amazing job, given that it was your first time babysitting like this. You hoped Baizhu would also agree with it.)

Taking care of Qiqi was… a little hard, you had to admit. While she was a really adorable child, you didn’t know how to take care of a zombie whose memory wasn’t the best. But Baizhu was kind enough to leave you some advice on taking care of her, so it wasn’t that bad. You would dare to say that if given the chance, you would happily spend time with her again.

On Furina’s side, things were… going surprisingly nice, too, despite being awkward at first. While you were sitting in the kitchen, trying to prepare something to eat for Qiqi, yourself, and Furina, you heard some soft singing. When you went to check on the sound, you saw that it was… Furina, trying her hardest to entertain little Qiqi with singing. After a moment you even heard another voice join her, although a little off-beat and monotone.

You covered your lips with your hand and smiled, fighting down the urge to coo and interrupt them and after a moment of watching them, you went back to cooking.

(Sometime after that, you spotted Qiqi holding a plushie that reminded you a lot of the ones Furina had. you smiled to yourself upon seeing it. How adorable it was…)

After eating dinner, you decided to go on a walk to enjoy the rest of the day somewhere in the fresh air. The sun was hiding behind the clouds, the wind was gently blowing and it wasn’t too hot, perfect weather for a walk.

Qiqi asked you and Furina to hold her hands because, according to her, the wind could blow her away. You didn’t want that.

The walk itself was really nice, with Furina’s voice in the background, as she was talking about Fontaine’s latest movies. You saw Qiqi trying to follow her words and not get lost, but… she was having a little of a problem. Her attention on Furina’s words completely disappeared when suddenly, a lone finch flew past you three and, to everyone’s surprise, took a seat right at the top of Qiqi’s shoulder.

Qiqi stood completely frozen, admiring the little birdie friend who came to visit her, and you two just watched her until the bird flew away.

By that time, Qiqi didn’t really remember what Furina was talking about just two minutes earlier. You laughed at Furina’s sigh and expression, earning a little frown from her.

After the walk Qiqi was tired, so she took a nap, leaving you and Furina to gossip and talk while the little zombie was sleeping. And to also plan the rest of the day…

When the nap was over (and it was longer than you thought it would be), you decided to spend the rest of the day in some funny, creative way. You ended up bringing some spare paper sheets and crayons and just… draw with her.

You weren’t the best artist, but you still found doodling fun. You and Qiqi started drawing the things you saw today, like the little finch that sat on Qiqi’s shoulder! She didn’t remember anymore how the finch looked in details, so you drew it with her together.

You helped her pick the colors, helped her draw, and soon, you had a beautiful drawing of a yellow and green finch. She said it reminded her of a friend, which you found absolutely adorable.

With time, Furina joined you. Yet instead of drawing with you and Qiqi, she decided to strike the coolest, fanciest, and prettiest poses for you and Qiqi to draw. You would never manage to do her justice in your silly little drawings, but you tried hard.

Qiqi tried too. Oh, she could be an artist if she practiced more! You really could see the resemblance in her drawings of Furina… even if it took you a second to connect which shape meant what. Still, you knew that Qiqi put genuine effort into this and it was really sweet to you.

After that Furina, of course, ushered you to model for the new rising artist, none other than Qiqi and, a little reluctant, you did it. It was different posing for silly photos with qingxins and for someone to draw! But you enjoyed it in the end, especially after seeing Qiqi’s drawings.

The rest of the day went fast, spent drawing, talking and other things until Baizhu came over to pick Qiqi up, thanking you two for taking care of her.

That was a rather unexpected day, but one you would remember for a long, long time.

#the dragon dances not through rain and tide #astronetwrk #・ nouveau livre ˎˊ˗#heia's writin'#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x you #furina x reader #furina x you #qiqi x reader #qiqi x you #gender neutral reader

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clusterbuck · 1 year

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for the prompts, 36. “what’s for dinner”? if it sparks 💖✨

for u it always sparks 💖

“so, what’s for dinner?”

the question echoes through the firehouse loft, and bobby tilts his head at eddie with a frown. “shift’s over before dinner, eddie,” he says. “what do you—”

“no, i know,” eddie says, waving a hand at bobby. “i wasn’t—buck has his recipe face on, that’s all.”

“his—” chimney starts, trailing off as his eyebrows furrow.

“that’s the face buck makes when he’s found a new recipe he wants to try,” eddie says, then nudges buck’s elbow with the toe of his boot. “hey. found something?”

“yeah,” buck mutters, still distracted by whatever is on his screen. “yeah, it’s, uh—hold on, just—”

eddie goes back to his crossword, unfazed, and looks up again when the loft stays silent. “what?” he asks.

three faces look back at him, eyes narrowed and brows raised.

“buck has a recipe face,” chimney says.

“that you can identify on sight,” hen adds.

“uh, yeah,” eddie says. “is that—”

“the only person whose recipe face i recognise is karen,” hen says.

“okay?” eddie says. “what does that have to—”

“and why is buck trying out recipes on you?” chimney asks.

“no point in cooking something elaborate just for yourself,” eddie shrugs. “besides, i have a preteen. you know how much preteen boys eat?”

“yeah,” bobby and hen say in unison.

“exactly,” eddie says, and bobby and chimney and hen look at each other like maybe his explanation doesn’t make as much sense as he thinks it does.

“so buck just cooks for you because chris eats a lot?” chimney asks.

“hey, sometimes i cook,” eddie points out. “i do that now.”

“for you and christopher?” bobby asks.

“and buck,” eddie says. “he’s around a lot.”

“around a lot,” hen says. “huh.”

“why are you all acting like it’s weird?” eddie asks, frowning. “it’s not weird.”

“sure,” chimney says. “if you say so.”

and eddie’s about to say something else, but buck chooses that moment to look up from his phone again. “who says what?”

“they think it’s weird how much we eat together,” eddie says, and buck grins.

“they’re just jealous they’re not getting any of this garlic chicken i found us for tonight.”

“who says i want your garlic chicken?” chimney asks, waggling his eyebrows, and hen bursts out laughing.

“eddie definitely wants his garlic chicken,” she says.

“yeah,” eddie says. “it sounds great.”

hen clutches at chimney’s arm, and they collapse together in a heap of laughter. even bobby lets out a snort.

buck frowns, then turns to eddie. “hey,” he says, flashing a grin that tugs at something deep in eddie’s gut. “that just means more for us.”

chimney laughs so hard he needs to leave the room.

✨platonic bestie behaviour✨ prompts

#911fic #buddie fic #ask emma #emma writes #hattalove

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nikonyash · 2 years

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STALEMATE || YUUTA OKKOTSU

WC: 750

Hurt/comfort

This has became a Yuuta-centric blog, alright. I'm just so soft for this guy.

The deafening silence continues.

His eyes following your movements while his brain sorting out words to say. Putting the last plate you washed on the kitchen's cabinet, the corner of your eyes catching him taking a slug of iced tea.

You mentally count to 10.

But the stillness stays.

Like he's invisible, you walk pass by with a sigh. Moving to the bathroom, giving yourself a small piece of refreshment. Flash of irritation keeps his words stuck in his throat.

You both haven't been talking since noon. You're too tired to yell, he almost came close spitting venomous words. All efforts to trigger each other to talk —though in anger— ended up increasing the tension rapidly. You intentionally called your ex crush, him leaving to dine out while you're cooking his share for dinner.

But, as much as he thinks you're annoying, he misses having you leaning on his shoulder. So do you, whose back is lonely without his chest pressing against it.

He knows he crossed a line. It's uncharacteristically of him to lose his composure, and moreover, to you. The one that he holds dearly, to whom he surrenders his heart to.

He sits on the bed, scrolling down the bottomless posts on his phone. His focused expression is a mere cover for his cluttered mind, trying to find the right time to break the silence.

His pulse racing as the scent of your shampoo wafts when you enter the room. He's ready to open his mouth, yet you ignore all the cues and grab your pillow. He winces.

"What are you doing?"

"I want to sleep on the couch..." Because you know you still need some time.

Released yet another heavy breath, you lay on the couch with your eyes closed. Hoping tomorrow you will be able to kiss his temple to wake him up. Hoping he will pull you yo him while nagging for another 5 minutes to sleep. Hoping you both will, for one more time, repeating all the sweet, slow morning routines you both usually do.

"Scoot over."

Your eyes snapped open. Yuuta placing himself on the couch, covering himself with a blanket and turning his back on you.

"You said you want to sleep on the couch."

You scoff on his statement. He ignores.

You are not ready to face him.

"Why can't we talk about it?" He starts.

"Because there will be no end to it."

You can sense him rolling his eyes upon your reply.

"You're troublesome."

You're about to argue but he's faster, "Freaking stubborn."

"Yuuta, don't start again."

"Nah, I'm tired. Just, you shouldn't sleep on it."

An idea you consistently hate. He wants everything to be solved immediately, you are the type who needs time with yourself to think it over. Staring at the ceiling, you hope it will fall on you so he will stop talking.

"...You're always quick to mention about breaking up," He continues, "Do I mean nothing to you?"

Splash of rage run through your veins, forcing your throat to close up, yet your eyes are watery.

"So I'd rather comparing moments to before we met?" You try as sharp as you could, keeping down your voice from quavering. Frustrated, you place an arm upon your eyes.

"I-I went too far, I know." Quickly turn to you, regret overflowing through his tone and eyes. Deeply, cursing himself to let his emotion got the best of him.

"I was stupid. I'm sorry," He cautiously caress your hand. You stay still, and he takes this as a sign to embrace you. "Baby?"

He moves your arm from upon your eyes, cup your face to turn to him, only to get his heart squeezed from seeing your glossy eyes.

Gently pulling you in a hug, he place his head on yours, "I hurt you, didn't I?"

It's cheating, really, how his sincerity always able to win you over. Or maybe, you're just soft for him, the missing piece you've vowed to love tenderly.

"I... Miss you," the words weakly whispered to his chest. The weight of your arm plastering on his waist feels relieving.

Softly smiling, he placing kisses randomly from the top of your head to your face. Flustered when he see your subtle smile.

"So troublesome," He fakes a pout before claiming your lips, feeling the warmth blossomed in his chest.

Once again, you melt under his touch. Promise to stay with him as long as he wants. While he knows, you will forever own his love.

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