#request 1607

[lostdrarryfics]

I'm looking for a oneshot fic where with a dark harry who finds draco inside/near the Room of Requirement and then they have sex in there, it was dubcon with a very dominant and top harry, I think in the summary there had a sentence that went "Harry has a new pet to play with" or something along those lines, maybe a bench was involved? thanks in advance

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[horny-p0et]

Hi could you write some breeding kink for wilbur ? That ends with sone fluff and a kid and hr would be as a dad of maybe even multiple kids ?

🦭-annon

split the request into two parts, this is the smutty nsfw half and the cute, fluffy sfw part will come soon. entirely smutty stuff so its all under the cut, remember to wear a condom kids lol.

warnings: porn without plot, unprotected p in v sex, breeding kink, oral sex (male receiving), cum eating, established relationship.

wordcount: 1607

dont like, dni. please just block me and move on.

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"f-fuck, shit- you are stupidly good at that..."

wilbur groaned, hands tangled in your hair as you slid your mouth up and down his dick. you let out a hum of approval, glancing up at him to see his facial expressions. his head thrown back, skin flushed pink as biting his lip so hard it could bleed.

the vibration from your throat has him bucking into your mouth, gagging slightly but you keep your pace. when he's making sounds this good, you don't want to slow down. you grip his thighs, digging your nails into the skin subtly guiding him to stay put- not that it's easy for him to.

"shit, baby. love your mouth, so fucking warm.." he praised, sitting up slightly so he could look at you properly. you make eye contact with him, giving him a wink before sliding down to the base. your nose pressed against the hairs at the base of his dick, swallowing around him. he groans loudly, tugging you off his dick hastily.

you pout at him, a line of saliva connecting your bottom lip to his engorged cockhead. "sorry love, don't wanna cum yet." he said with a lopsided grin, pulling you up so your straddling him and pressing his lips against yours. its a messy kiss, all tongue and teeth. you wrap a hand around the back of his head, fingers playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. he's rutting up against your bare stomach, smearing the skin with his pre and your spit.

"come on baby, ride me?" he murmured, trailing open mouth kisses down your jawline and neck until he's nipping at your shoulder. you let out a content sigh, reaching past him to open the bedside table drawer. you grab the box of condoms, letting out a groan of frustration when you find the cardboard box empty.

hearing your sound of annoyance he pulled his head back, watching you show him the box with a frown. "sorry baby, i thought you said you bought more?" you sighed, sitting back on his thighs with a defeated expression. he holds your hips, his thumbs drawing idle circles on the plush skin. he's silent for a while, looking down at his erection still twitching with need.

"i mean, would it be the worst thing in the world if we didn't use protecetion?" he asked in a quiet voice, a cheeky smile on his face. your eyes shoot up to meet this, mouth opened in surprise. you and wilbur had talked about it plenty of times before, taking your relationship to the next level- marriage, kids, you already lived together so it wasn't an insane idea.

"are you meaning what i think you're meaning?" you ask with a small smile, reaching up to cup his cheek with your hand. he gave you a grin. "yeah, i am. i mean, it's not like it'll happen after one go or anything, but.. we can start trying." he clarified, tilting his head into your touch. you bit your lip, knowing it was something you wanted too.

"and you're sure you aren't just saying this because you're super fucking horny?" you tease, using your free hand to gesture to his hard cock. he let out a laugh, brushing some of the sweaty hair from his forehead. "it might be a contributing factor but... the thought of coming inside you, getting you pregnant? sounds like fucking heaven." he said honestly. the desire in his eyes and words sent a rush of arousal between your legs, something primal and animalistic about his hunger for you.

"okay, we can do it." you said after a moment of consideration, his face lighting up into a big grin. he gripped your waist and flipped you onto your back, causing you to squeal in surprise. his mouth is on yours again, his dick poking against your inner thigh as he hovers above you. he pressed his face against your throat, mouthing at the sensitive skin. you smirk, sliding your fingers into his hair and pressing him closer. "stop messing around and fuck me already, don't you wanna put a baby in me?"

wilbur let out a grunt in response sitting back and sliding his hands under your knees to open you up wide. "yeah, i really fucking do. wanna fucking fill you with my cum, leave you dripping with it. make you so fucking pregnant, you'll look so hot carrying my kid." he practically growled, his expression hardening to one of pure lust.

he gripped the base of his cock, rubbing up and down your slit. he glance up at you for a final okay, and when you nodded it was everything he needed to see before pressing forward and sliding his thick cock inside you. you both groan, your head rolling back against the pillows while his gaze never leaves where you guys are connected. he pushes forward steadily until his hips are flush with yours, his eyes flickering shut for a moment before snapping back open when you purposefully clench around him.

"sh-shit baby, you are so fucking wet. why haven't we done this before?" he moaned, moving his hands back to the underside of your knees so he can prop you open and beginning to move his hips in a slow, deep rhythm. he's barely pulling out before pressing back deeper each time. "feel so good, like you were made for me."

you give him a lazy smile, looking up at the gorgeous man above you with pure adoration. wilbur seems lost in it, his movements speeding up and bending your knees up to your chest so you're almost folded in half. he keeps shifting the angle of his hips, like he's trying to find some magic angle that'll somehow get you more pregnant. he's panting and moaning, sweat building on his brow as he exerts himself.

you can tell by the expression on his face he's loving every second, something clearly awakened in him at the thought of knocking you up- maybe something he wasn't even fully aware of himself until it was actually happening. he let out a whimper, his hips stuttering slightly. "f-fuck, i'm not gonna last- sorry darling. do you mind? can i.." he looked up at you, practically pleading as he struggling to keep a steady rhythm due to the overwhelming pleasure of your cunt wrapped around him without any barrier between the two of you.

"of course, my love. go on, put a baby in me like you promised." you smirk, noticing the way even your words cause him to whine and speed up. he's slamming into you now, the bed creaking with each movement as he chased his orgasm. you decide to tease him further with your lewd words. "fucking breed me, you want that, huh? knock me up? give me your babies?"

he whimpered pathetically, eyes struggling to stay open as his movements became erratic. "y-yeah honey, wanna get you so fucking pregnant. give you my kid. make you a mummy.. god, shit- fuck i'm-" he doesn't give you much warning before he's using his weight to pin your knees to your chest, gripping your hips and slamming home. he cried out, pressing his face into your neck as he funny comes, spilling deep inside you. you can feel a warmth, a satisfying sensation as he shoots ropes of thick seed inside your welcoming womb.

he's letting out small whimpers and whines, his hips rutting occasionally as he tries to squeeze as much pleasure out of his climax as possible. once its finally over he went limp, his weight pushing the air out of your lungs and hey lay atop you. he pressed his nose into your neck, eyes closed as exhaustion overtook his body. you trail your fingers up and down his back, gently praising him with sweet nothings as he comes back down to reality.

after what felt like a life time he finally sits back up, his skin covered with sweat but undeniably satisfied. with a groan he pulled out of you, wasting no time pressing two fingers back into you to force his cum to stay inside your pussy. "sorry that was so quick, it was just really fucking hot." he murmured, his fingers lazily fingering his seed into your cunt. you shake your head before relaxing back into the bedsheets. "its fine, babe. just means we can do it again another time."

his fingers stop and he looks up at you, a faint smirk curving across his lips. "again, huh? i like that idea." he grinned, finally sliding his fingers out and popping them into his mouth to taste your combined arousal. its an erotic sight you could definitely get used to. you glance down at his cock, still half hard and coated in your juices and his seed. he follows your gaze and begins to pump his dick lazily.

"by again, do you mean in about 10 minutes when i'm ready? cause fuck... i could do that a hundred times and not get sick of that." he said with a small laugh, using his free hand to trail his fingers over your stomach- already imagining how it'll look distended once you start showing signs of pregnancy. you give him a nod, reaching out to grab his bicep as he strokes himself, his cock already twitching with renewed interest. "yeah, maybe you can even get me pregnant tonight if you give me enough loads." you smirked.

wilbur let out a growl of approval, shifting atop your body again and pressing his lips against yours eagerly, ready to fulfil your shared desires again.

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[fairyhaos]

. ˚ maybe... a little bit sick?

requested by anon: "Hii can i Pls request taking care of Junhui when he’s sick (like maybe he has the stomach flu or smthn) and calls you to come over and be there with him"

pairing: junhui x gn!reader

genre: fluff, established relationship, sick fic, junhui is an adorable baby

word count: 1607

warnings: pet names (baby, love), junhui exaggerates his cold by saying he's "dying", mentions of burning up (not literally tho)

notes: this is really cute actually. i think i love writing for silly soft jun a lot <3

Junhui is not a person that falls ill. 

It's just not something he does. He's proud to admit that he's probably fallen ill a maximum of ten times in his entire life, and his immune system is so good that it could probably enter a competition against other immune systems and come out on top. The immune system olympics, if you will. 

But the main point is, Junhui doesn't get sick. He doesn't get hay fever, doesn't catch colds all that easily, could probably go out in the winter without a coat and still be fine the next day (albeit with a mild loss of feeling in his nose). 

Right now, though, as Junhui rubs his nose and tries to stop his eyes from constantly watering, he thinks that perhaps, perhaps, he could be coming down with something. 

It's a horrible thought. Unthinkable, in fact. Besides, it's the middle of summer! Who falls ill in July? 

"Y/N?" Junhui croaks, and then blinks, startled by the sound of his own voice. "Y/N?"

He has to stop, then, because his throat feels like sandpaper. Plus, one of his nostrils is running, and the other feels so blocked up that it's like it was replaced with an impenetrable brick or something. 

He's not sick, though. Junhui doesn't get sick. 

The sun is filtering brightly through the curtains, and he guesses that it's late morning by now. He hasn't been able to get out of bed since he woke up some hours ago, his head throbbing and protesting with every move he makes. He hasn't even been able to check his phone. 

Junhui coughs, then, a wet, uncomfortable cough that makes his body shudder and his brain rattle around uncomfortably in his skull. He sniffs, a little pathetically, and squeezes his eyes shut. Everything hurts. 

But he's definitely not sick. 

"Y/N…" he mutters, his hair feeling sticky on his forehead, his tongue cumbersome and rubbery in his mouth. Vaguely, he remembers that you're going out with friends this morning, and won't be back for a while. The very thought makes him whine internally, upset. 

Okay. 

Maybe he is a little sick. 

Centuries pass as he lies there in bed, admitting defeat, admitting that he really is sick for once and that being sick is horrible and all he wants is for you to come help him. Why are you taking so long to have brunch with your friends, damnit? 

He's drifting off into a hazy sleep once again, his entire body feeling like it's on fire when the front door finally, finally clicks open and he hears your voice. 

"Junhui?" you call, taking off your shoes. "Junhui, baby, are you up yet?"

It's around one in the afternoon when you've finally managed to come back home after meeting up with your friends, and normally your boyfriend would be bounding towards you and engulfing you in a hug, eager to hear how your outing had been. But the apartment is, oddly, silent, and there's no sign of a hyperactive Junhui anywhere. 

"Junhui?" you call again. 

And that's when you hear his voice, coming from his closed bedroom door. 

"Y/N… in here…"

He sounds weak, like he's on the verge of dying, and you gasp when you open the door and look at him. 

"Oh, darling!" You walk over to his bedside to place a hand on his forehead, sighing when he whimpers softly at the cool sensation on his burning skin. "Look at you, you have such a horrible fever. Wait here, I'll go get a cold towel," you say, and then hurriedly leave the room again. 

Junhui coughs pathetically again. "I can't really go anywhere… but okay."

You come back in a few seconds later, equipped with a cold compress, medicine and a glass of water. The kettle whistles in the distance. 

"How did this happen?" you scold lightly, sitting on the edge of the bed, placing a hand worriedly over his forehead again. "How did you manage to get yourself so ill?"

Junhui opens his mouth to speak, but you shake your head. 

"Wait, don't answer that. You probably have a really bad headache right? Talking will make it worse." 

He closes his mouth again. 

"Poor Junhui," you murmur, wiping down his face and his sweat with a damp cloth. "It must really hurt, right?"

Junhui nods sadly, eyes half closed, as you put the cold towel over his forehead. "Hurts so much. I feel like I'm dying."

You laugh softly. "I can imagine. Can you sit up for me, baby? You need to take some medicine."

"No." He turns his head away when you offer him the pills and the glass of water, accidentally dislodging the towel from his head. "Don't wanna."

"Junhui, come on, it'll help," you wheedle softly, trying to encourage him. "You don't want it to hurt, do you? This'll help make it better, I promise."

"I can't," he whines, looking at you, and now there are tears pooling in his eyes. He coughs, then, so hard that the tears well up faster and end up spilling over slightly. Then he groans, head thumping, while you lean over to gently wipe his tears. "Everything hurts. I don't like it."

"Junhui, please?"

"No."

"Junhui, baby, it'll make everything feel a lot better."

"No."

"Junhui…"

Junhui, when he falls ill, becomes a little like a toddler. He doesn't get sick often, so when he does he always suffers terribly. He ends up throwing mini tantrums, pouting and resisting taking the medicine that will make him better purely because he doesn't want to. 

You may not have had to deal with a sick Junhui often, but really, it's about the same as dealing with a small child, so it's not that difficult. 

Several more minutes of wheedling later, you manage to get Junhui to sit up and drink the water along with his medicine. He ends up spilling half the glass all over himself and whines, looking at you with glassy eyes as if wanting you to tell him what to do. 

"Don't worry, it's just water," you tell him, stroking back his hair and adjusting the towel on his forehead to make sure it's in place. "Wanna have something nice to drink?"

In the kitchen, the kettle is beeping, signalling that it's finished boiling water. Junhui rapidly shakes his head, though, before wincing at the movement. 

"No. Don't wanna drink anything."

"Are you sure?" You tuck a damp curl of hair out of his face, noting that he's still sweating. He's really ill, the poor thing. "Have you eaten today?"

"Don't wanna eat anything."

"You've lost your appetite?" you ask worriedly. "What if I ask Minghao to come over and help make you some wonton soup? Would you like that?"

Junhui squeezes his eyes, once, and then coughs again. "No."

"I'll call him anyway," you say, getting up. "And I already boiled the water, so I'll make you some tea for your throat as well, okay? I bet you have a sore throat too."

He blinks, eyes a little glassy and confused. "Wait… how did you know?"

You chuckle softly, leaning over to pinch his cheek lightly. "Magic. Rest now, alright? You should try to sleep, let your body recover."

You back out of the room, watching his weak frame as he lies in his dim room, the curtains still drawn, eyes watery and half-open and a wet towel over his forehead. He looks so sad and forlorn, like a dejected kitten, and it would make you coo if a bigger part of you wasn't worried at just how ill he looked. 

You're just closing the door when he croaks out your name again, thin and warbly.

"Y/N?"

Pausing for a moment, you open the door again, poking your head in. "Yes, baby?"

He looks at you for a long moment, squinting out of puffy eyes, before giving you a small smile and lifting his arms. "Hug?"

Obviously, you really oughtn't. He's sick, after all, horribly so, and it would be much better for both of you if you stayed away. But his hair is all messed up and his cheeks are all flushed from his fever and he just looks so small swathed in all his blankets and really, how were you meant to refuse? 

He's warm, as he always is, and maybe he's a little warmer than usual but you let him hug you tightly, his head tucked under your chin, fingers gripping your shoulders while you bend over him and thread a hand through his hair. Junhui hums, pleased, when you lightly knead your fingers into his scalp, making little rumbly noises of contentment when your hand slips down his back, rubbing firm circles into his shirt. 

"Love you," he mumbles, his words a little drowsy but still soft and warm. 

You smile, kissing the top of his head. "I love you too."

There's silence for a moment as he continues to cling to you while you kneel awkwardly on the bed, one knee on the mattress while your other foot supports your weight from the floor. And then Junhui speaks up again. 

"Y/N?"

"Yes, Junhui?"

"Instead of wonton soup, could you make me hotpot? A really spicy one?"

That makes you smile a little, endeared, and kiss his head again. His forehead is unnaturally warm still, and you disentangle him from your arms to rest him down on his pillow again, feeling vaguely like a prince lowering his princess to sleep. 

You brush gentle fingers over his cheek, fond. "Of course. Anything to make my kitten feel better."

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[permanentmess]

can i request a romantic cherik x mutant! reader where her powers are about the nature like they can control plants and after a long while they finally achieve ultimate control of their power? (like transform into a dryad temporarily)

a/n: i was not sure what to do for this one at first, i won’t lie! i don’t know anything about dryads so i researched a bit for it! i know dryads are primarily female but this could be read as any gender, so lets just pretend hehe. also, sorry for the delay, college is kicking my ass; who knew senior year would be so hard???

title: a stunning transformation (cherik x mutant!reader)

word count: 1607

warnings: canon-deviant, obviously. slight worrying/anxiety. possibly, slightly ooc for erik and charles but i did try my best. reader is able-bodied, but pronouns, y/n, and other features have been omitted. use of the word “darling” and one (1) curse word. 

mostly just fluff! 

GIF NOT MINE

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You only hear whispers of their conversation at first. Mutters through the closed door to his office. You’re sure that Charles can hear your thoughts, but maybe he isn’t entirely worried about you hearing. 

“...is gaining power, I can see it in…subconscious. …been tending to my grandfather's tree…” He continues on, and you know for sure it’s about you. You’re the only person around with the ability to control plants, and the only one who’s been working on Charles’ grandfather’s tree (which was nearly destroyed by Scott).

You loved Charles and knew how much the entire property meant to him. You’d even consulted Erik first to make sure it was a good idea. You hear his voice next through the door, which is unsurprising to you. The three of you are constantly in one another's presence. 

“Yes, but is that a bad thing? Transformation is…” Oh. You hadn’t even thought about that as a possibility for yourself. But, what, transform into a tree? That would be odd…

You shake your head and decide to finally reveal yourself. You knock on the door and hear a “Come in” from Charles, prompting you to open the door. The two immediately greet you with a smile which you return immediately as you close the door. 

You go to sit on Erik’s lap, leaning your head against his. “What are you guys talking about?” You play coy, but Charles immediately sees through it and smiles. 

“You, darling, and your powers.”

“Yes, Charles here was saying how he thinks you could have the potential to transform,” Erik says, finally resting his head against yours. 

Your eyebrows furrow slightly. “Transform into what exactly?” The thought of doing so but getting stuck frightens you. You were finally feeling comfortable in a routine you had formed; not just with your relationship with Erik and Charles, but with your teaching and training, your friends at the school. You don’t want that to disappear if something goes wrong. 

Charles reaches his hands over his desk and you reach to take them. “Nothing bad would happen to you, we can find a way to make sure it’s not permanent if you can’t switch back,” he pulls them back, leaning back in his chair. “To answer your question, I think the possibilities are endless. A tree, a deity, even just a flower.”

“A deity, like a dryad or a nymph or something?”

“Precisely.”

You move your head so you can look at Erik. “What about you, do you think I could do it?” 

His eyes soften as he looks at you. “Absolutely. You’re one of the strongest people I know.” You smile at that and give him a soft kiss on the cheek, before motioning for Charles to move closer so you could do the same for him. You lean back against Erik again. 

“I’ll think about it,” you say and the two men nod. “Anyway, that’s not why I came here. What’s for dinner?” They laugh at that, and you all break into conversation.

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A week has passed since the conversation in Charles’ office. Although there was never any pressure from either one of them, you could see the looks they’d give you and then each other as they watched you train. They often did this, but it seemed to increase in frequency since then. 

You’re resting against the tree you’ve been nursing back to health, gently using your powers to give it some life (you’ve been trying to get it to grow taller). It doesn’t take much concentration, so you’re reading as you do so. It’s a lovely September afternoon – the wind is blowing just enough to feel nice but not too much to be annoying, the temperature and humidity aren’t too high, and the shade of the tree makes your spot feel comfortable. 

Having been so engrossed in your book, you didn’t even realize that Erik and Charles were in front of you until Erik nudged you lightly with his foot. You look up and brighten at their presence. “What are you guys doing out here? I thought you both taught around now.”

“I gave the students time off to work on their essays,” Charles said. 

Erik quickly follows with an explanation, “And Maximoff has been begging me to let him teach one of my training sessions.” 

You nod, waiting for them to say something. But they don’t, so you’re all awkwardly staring at each other. Finally, you break. “Did I do something?” 

“No.” Charles says at the same time that Erik replies “Not yet.”

You narrow your eyes at the two of them. “Is this about the transformation thing?” 

“Yes.”

You debate it in your head. It would be fun to see what happens, and it opens a lot more possibilities during missions. But you don’t even know what would happen if you couldn’t transform back…

“Would you guys still love me if I was stuck? Even if it was as a venus flytrap?” They both laugh, bemused by your worries.

“Of course, darling.”

“I don’t know, it’d be nice being able to sleep under the covers,” Erik teases and you scoff, playfully smacking his shoe. 

“Please, the real target is Charles, how do we know he isn’t taking them with his mind powers to make us cuddle him on purpose?” 

He gasps and holds his chest in fake hurt. “How dare you insinuate such a thing?” 

There’s a bout of laughter and grins before you take a deep breath. “Alright, I’ll do it. I’ll try it out here though in case something goes terribly wrong.” You stand up, readjusting your clothes and handing your book to Erik to hold. “Maybe stand back though, just in case.” 

Neither man moves very far, but you know how protective they are of you sometimes. You take a deep breath and close your eyes. You’re not sure how one could go about transforming, so you try to do what you do when you need to use your powers in a specific way. How you first trained with them, too. 

You reach inside yourself, trying to imagine the spirit of a dryad coming through you. You begin to feel warm as you imagine the nature around you, the strength of the tree. You want it to ground you, but also help you evolve and transform into this ancient being. You feel something stirring inside you, but refuse to open your eyes. 

In fact, you don’t until Charles speaks in your mind to do so. You’re terrified, but elated at seeing what has occurred, what you’ll look like. 

Looking down, you notice your body is glowing a soft green, but not changing your skin. Vines and leaves twirl their way around your skin, accenting your arms and legs. You reach and feel for your head to notice that branches have protruded, covered in leaves and flowers to create a crown for you. But not only do you look different, inside you feel different. It’s like the trees and grass and lake are filling you with energy. You feel much more attuned to everything around you, calmer even. 

You glance at the men who are simply staring; Charles with a grin filled with pride, and Erik with slight shock and wonder, but you can’t miss the joy in his eyes. 

This was a drastic improvement in your powers, but you can’t help but wonder if Charles was right. It seemed to have been building inside you for a while, and you had felt it. You had wanted to go outside more, sit in the trees, and just relax in it. The draw to the natural world had become so strong the past month, that you wonder if it was your body’s way of reacting to the strengthening of your powers. 

You decide to turn around to face the tree you’d been working incredibly hard at nursing back to life. You place a hand on the trunk and allow the energy you feel to flow through it. You watch as it slowly grows, trunks and leaves branching out from it. In your gut, you know when to stop, when to just let it continue on its natural course, and so you remove your hand. 

You see and feel your transformation leave from your body. Your legs begin to feel weak and you feel someone, or something, holding you up. In the back of your mind, you know that Charles has used his powers to stop you from falling. Erik moves forward to grab onto you and you lean your weight on him, walking you to Charles. 

You still have energy, but it feels weird being in your body again. Whatever you transformed into felt much freer, much larger even if not in a physical sense. Walking feels like a chore, your limbs feel heavy. Maybe without the energy you previously had flowing through you, you feel weaker. 

You take a moment to wrap your arms tightly around Erik, before leaning back and pressing a kiss to his lips. It’s gentle, but enough to make him reciprocate. You move to Charles next, with Erik still holding gently onto your shirt. Your kiss is just as gentle, but as you pull back you rest your forehead onto his. 

“Thank you,” you whisper before you pull back and stand up straight. You turn to Erik. “And you.” They murmur small “you’re welcome”’s before you all fall back into silence.

Like the other day in the office, there’s a moment of silence. But this time, you’re all trying to understand what happened. 

“That, was so fucking cool,” you grin as you say and they return the gesture.

[medusapelagia]

Harringrove Kinktober - day 8 Sex Work [NSFW]

@harringrovekinktober

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove WT: striptease, cockring, blowjob, prostitution, anal sex, age difference, porn without plot WC: 2200

Steve is not new to this kind of job, getting hired by some rich asshole who is too nice to tell his wife that he would love to spank her during sex but has no remorse to do it to a boy he is paying for sex.

That’s part of the job, right?

Steve has had many clients since he started giving blow jobs for a few dollars in a shabby alley, but it’s the first time that someone asked specifically for him and gave him the address of the fancier hotel in Hawkins.

He can’t simply show there in his “working clothes”, so he takes the old suit his parents bought him for his graduation when they still thought that he was going to be the heir of their economic empire and a beaten duffle bag where he has everything he might need: a change of clothes, handcuffs, plugs, lube (a lot of lube, you never have enough lube when you don’t know what you are going to face), and some other toys.

He is a little bit worried.

He knows absolutely nothing about this guy, only that he is in town for a convention and he needs to let the steam off, which might mean everything from spanking him until he cries or giving Steve control and letting him fuck him like a good boy.

Steve can work with anyone, that’s why he is the most wanted whore in town, but he usually does some research on the guy he is going to meet. This time he didn’t get the chance: an emergency call and a very appealing amount of money brought him to this point and he is not going back now.

After all, it was Robin who contacted him for this job and he is quite sure that the girl is fond of him, so it shouldn’t be that bad.

He takes the duffle bag and calls an Uber to drive him to the hotel.

He looks at himself in the mirror one last time: he does look like a young businessman after all.

***

The hotel is a metal and glass monstrosity, as big as the ego of the owner, but it’s the nicest in town so Steve is not going to complain.

He enters the lobby, asking for room 1607.

The girl at the reception looks at him surprised but gives him the indication he needs, so he takes the elevator to the 16th floor and knocks on the door.

Of all the images that his mind provided no one matched the beautiful man in front of him.

“Mr. H?” he asks.

“Hi, Steve. Come in.”

He nods and gets into the room. Only. It’s not a room. It’s a fucking suite with a view of the entire town. It’s not much, it’s still Hawkins after all, but it’s beautiful anyway.

“Do you like the view?” the blond man asks, getting closer to him, and Steve can feel the warmth of his body just an inch from his back.

“It’s nice.” he replies, looking at him through the reflection on the window.

The man smirks and Steve makes a mental note that he should let him fuck him against the window. He thinks he would like it.

“So, Mr. H. What are you into? I didn’t have time to actually check your background to know what you like, so I brought some options with me, but if you have some requests or anything specific we could talk about that.”

“Is this a very complex way to ask me if I’m clean?”

Steve should ask. He usually requests to see medical exams before agreeing to see someone, he got scared enough when he was too poor to ask for anything more than a few bills in exchange for being fucked, but it’s not something you ask when you are already at the client so…

“I’m clean. I have my test results if you want to see them.” the blond man replies, goes to the big desk in the living room, and comes back with a few paper sheets.

“I trust you.”

“No you don’t, and it’s ok. Read them.”

Steve takes the paper, they are quite recent, just a couple of days old.

“Did you already know I would have come? This doesn’t sound like a last-minute decision.”

The blue-eyed man giggles “No, it’s not a last-minute decision. I always meet with someone when I’m in Hawkins. But I usually prefer a different approach.”

“What does that mean? I have a reputation, I don’t steal clients from others.” not anymore at least.

“Nothing to steal, I swear. You are my first whore since my father got me a Playboy girl for my twenty-first birthday to make me straight.” he chuckles “It didn’t work.”

Steve stares at the man, he can’t really say how old is he, forty-five maybe? But he is definitely good-looking, so why is he hiring a whore if he could get laid without paying for it? 

“So what? Do you want to try something your partner isn't into? That's why I am here?”

“Something like that.”

Shit. What kind of crazy stuff would he like to try on him?

“What’s the long face? Do you have somewhere better to be? Or is it about the money? I can give you more if that’s the problem.”

He is paying Steve one thousand dollars for one night, so no, the money is definitely not the problem.

“Why me?” he asks “You specifically requested me.”

“I did.” he replies, sitting on the bed “I saw you the other day at the club. Couldn’t take my eyes off you. I wanted to court you, but a friend of mine pointed out that you were… working. And I didn’t want to disturb you. But god, I have never wanted anyone like I wanted you.” he makes his tongue click “So, what have you brought, Mary Poppins?” he demands, pointing at Steve’s duffle bag.

“A few toys, but before that I want to know what you are into.”

“Can I see what I have bought?” the blond guy asks him and Steve slowly strips in front of him.

“Beautiful. Could you… could you dance for me?” 

Steve is not a stripper but he has learned a few movements that he knows will make his host even harder in his jeans.

“Music?” he asks and Mr. H. turns the music on.

He leans toward him while still standing and then straddles him. Steve arches his back to make his booty pop while caressing himself and making eye contact for a brief moment.

Mr. H. stiffens under him and Steve gently spreads the man’s leg sits in the gap in between and then leans back to his side.

“God, you are so beautiful and flexible. I want to bend you over that desk and fuck you stupid.”

Good. If that’s what he wants, Steve will give it to him.

“What do we say if we start getting me ready for you?” he asks, grinding on Mr. H's bulge.

“I can feel that you are really big, and thick. I bet you will fill me so good.” he tells him.

“You want me to fill that pinky mouth of yours? Give you a taste?”

“I would love it.”

“Get on your knees, baby.”

Steve kneels between the blond man’s legs and quickly opens his pants, freeing his hard dick.

He was not wrong.

The man’s dick is thick and long. 

Steve licks his shaft, holding his leg spread while he makes himself comfortable.

He has been on his knees more than a few times, but he never felt so at ease like right now. He doesn’t know the man but somehow he feels at ease with him. Which is really stupid. He is a whore, it’s not like they are hanging out by chance. He is paying him to be sucked off and fuck him as he likes. Still. Steve thinks he is allowed to enjoy all of this for once.

The man’s dick is massive and he stretches his mouth just right.

Steve moans around him and takes him deeper, deepthroating him.

“Oh god.. can I? Can I?”

Steve stiffens for a moment feeling a hand around his neck. Someone already tried to choke him and it was terrifying, but that’s not what the blond guy is doing. He is just rubbing his thumb against Steve’s Adam’s apple, feeling the bulge inside Steve’s throat.

“God. No one has ever taken me so deep.” he murmurs in astonishment and Steve moans at the praise, bobbling his head until he feels the man jerk inside his mouth and come directly into his throat.

Steve keeps sucking until Mr. H’s movements slow down and then, with a loud pop, he lets his dick free.

“God. You are amazing.”

“Thanks.” Steve replies with a smirk.

“Can I fuck you now? I want… I want you to bounce on my dick.”

“Would you like to open me? Or should I open myself while you watch me?”

Steve really hopes that he would let him open himself before starting to push his dick inside him, but he has done worse so he knows that he will manage anyway.

“I want to open you.” Thank god “Do you have a cock ring in that fancy bag of yours? I don’t want you to come until you are on my dick.”

“If you don’t want me to come I will not.” he promises.

“Are you denying me what I’m asking?”

Steve shakes his head and goes to his bag and comes back with a black cock ring and some lube.

“Put it on.”

Steve obeys and puts the black silicon ring around his dick. He knows that he could climax even with the cock ring, it will just take a little bit longer, but he will not. He is a fucking professional. He can resist and the ring is going to help him.

“I want you on your hands and knees. Keep yourself open for me.”

Steve is used to being fucked almost everywhere, but being left on the bed with his leg spread and Mr. H. looking at him like he was a four-course meal it’s something that rarely happened before.

“I want to stretch you properly.” he states, while taking far too much lube, but Steve is not complaining, not even when the cold lube dripples on his balls making him shiver.

“So sensitive.” Mr. H. praises him while pushing two fingers inside him and starts to thrust, searching for the special spot that will make Steve squirm under him.

“There you are…” he giggles when he finds it. He rubs against it a few times and then he adds another finger, scissoring him open.

“I’m ready. You can…”

“No… Not yet.” the man replies, pushing a fourth finger that makes Steve jolt “Do you see? You are still too tight for me…” the man murmurs, keeping working on him until Steve is a moaning mess.

That’s when he asks him“I think you are open enough, what do you reckon?”

“Fuck me. Bend me on the table and fuck me.” Steve’s dick is red and leaking precum while the man drags him toward the desk and pushes him down until Steve’s chest is resting on the desk.

“I’m going to fuck you hard and good.” he assures him, then he starts to push inside Steve’s gaping hole and Steve holds on to the desk while he bottoms out inside him.

Mr. H.’s dick is long and thick. Steve feels him in his stomach, in his throat, everywhere.

“You… you are adjusting my insides.” he moans and the man chuckles.

“Your little cunt is perfect for my dick. My little cock whore. Will you keep me warm all night long, Stevie?”

Steve has never slept with a client before, but he is fucking him so hard that he can really talk anymore.

Steve comes with a loud moan, painting the side of the desk with his cum, while Mr. H. keeps thrusting inside him while he clenches on him harder and harder.

“God, you are so hot and tight. You are squeezing my dick so well.” he praises him, and then he comes inside him.

They stay for a moment like that, Mr. H. buried deep inside Steve and Steve boxed by him against the table.

“I didn’t give you permission to come.” the blond scolds him.

“So… sorry.”

“It’s fine. Next time we will use something stronger. I want you to beg for a release.”

“Next time?” Steve asks.

“This was a test to see if we were compatible, and I think we are so… I want you to be my personal whore for next year.” he says, while moving from the desk and going toward the bathroom “I don’t like to share my toys.”

“I didn’t accept.” Steve protests while the man turns toward him.

“Oh, you did. I saw it in your face as soon as I opened the door.”

“Mr. H…”

“Name is Billy, by the way.” the blond man says before disappearing into the big bathroom leaving Steve aroused, confused, and astonished.

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The Wedding Addition - San Sequoia / Part One

Today, we introduce the second Kingdom this series, The Kingdom of San Sequoia. Here at Royal Collection's, we are going through a new series that explores the wedding tiara's of various queens and kingdom's. We'll be going in order of wedding date's unless there is a repeat! Let's take a trip through history together. We'll be starting off with the Kingdom of San Sequoia. The throne has long been held by the Sorensen family. A fan fact about this kingdom, the current King Luca is the sun to King Louis of Westonbury. In fact, the Kingdom of San Sequoia was created through a break and bitter family rifts. To add on, a lot of the tiara's in the San Sequoia collection, came from the Kingdom of Westonbury.

The ArchDuchess tiara

On her wedding day in 1924, Queen Matilda worn the The ArchDuchess tiara. The tiara was owned by the last ArchDuchess of Westonbury. By the time the reign of King Henry came around, the usage of titles such as arch and grand duke's and duchess had faded into history. The last ArchDuchess was, Freya, the 6th Duchess of Windslar. She was the second wife of Henry's father King Edric, was made an ArchDuchess when he was crowned as she would get the title of Queen. That would go to his first wife. She was also the mother to King Charles, who had left the family and created the Kingdom of San Sequoia. The tiara was commissioned by Freya in 1915 and left to her son, Charles. The tiara is made of diamonds and the center diamond came from a necklace gifted to her by King Edric.

Halo Moon tiara

Lady Josephine Burrey, married into the royal family in 1945 and would go on to become the second Queen of the country. Lady Josephine's family came from sections of the nobility that sided with Charles. On her wedding day, she wore the Halo Moon tiara. After the Kingdom split, King Charles and Queen Matilda slowly started to built up the royal collection. This tiara came from a collection of tiara's and jewels that were owned by the late Duchess of Tolworth, of the Kingdom of Neverly. She was last seen in 1607, before leaving her husband with her most expensive personal items and one suitcase. It is unknown what happened to the duchess, some say she was hidden away with a lover. The palace has never explained how the collection came to be in their possession.

Queen Matilda Ruby Crown

Princess Catherine, daughter to King Charles and Queen Matilda married her husband, Prince Allen McBurg. A union that proved fruitful, as the country was finding itself. On her marriage day, she became the Duchess of Van Hunt. They married in 1946 and she wore her Queen Matilda's Ruby Crown. The tiara was purchased in 1925 by King Charles for Queen Matilda on their second anniversary. The gold based tiara was filled with rubies, diamond's and pearls.

Freya Crown

Princess Royale Freya married in 1956. On her wedding day, she wore the Freya Crown. Another piece of the collection that been given to King Charles, the name of the crown comes from Freya, 6th Duchess of Windslar, herself. Princess Freya was also named after her great-grandmother. The crown was made in 1865, shortly after the duchess was born. It was gifted to her on 18th birthday. It was a go-to favorite of the duchess and often saw events.

Connaught Sapphire tiara

Princess Matilda, the daughter of Princess Catherine married in 1970. On her wedding day, she wore the Connaught Sapphire tiara. The tiara was made in 1897, at the request of the Countess of Connaught of Westonbury. The countess, held a lot of influence on her but held a close friendship with Freya, 6th Duchess of Windslar while also holding a more reserved friendship with Queen Mary |||. The tiara was worn by the countess to various events and had even been loaned out to Queen Mary who favored the tiara. Before she passed, she gifted the tiara to Freya, wanting no squabbles after her death. This was a blow to Queen Mary and the two both passed without mending the their friendship. It's say though, that the countess wasn't too bothered about the loss. When Freya passed, the tiara went to her son Charles.

Emerald Raindrop tiara

The next marriage in the family (recognized at least) wouldn't come until 2017, with Princess Annabella June Irene McBurg marrying into the family. For her wedding day, she wore the Emerald Raindrop tiara. This piece was one of the first few tiara's that had been bought or commissioned by King Charles. He wanted to slowly fill the royal vaults with their own collections, separate from what came from Westonbury. While, they rightfully had claim, King Charles wanted pieces that didn't have such a murky past attached to them. The tiara was made by the company, Belleau & Co. The emerald's in the tiara were sourced from a deconstructed necklace owned by Queen Matilda.

Pearl Fan tiara

In 2018, Lee Ahyoung married into the family to Richard, the 3rd Duke of Von Hunt and the great-grandchild of King Charles and Queen Matilda. She wore the Pearl Fan crown, gifted to the family in 1930. This was the first state visit that hosted the Kingdom Of Kurai. It was a sweet moment as though, Ahyoung lived in the Republic Of Uspana, her family originated from Kurai. It is one of the more simple tiara's in the royal collection but does often see events.

Poltimore tiara

Lastly, we have Queen Noelle, now, Queen Noelle and King Luca married in 2023 when they were both still apart of the Wettin family. On their one year anniversary, the couple held a vow-renewal that acted as second wedding in their now home country. For the renewal, Noelle wore the Poltimore tiara. The tiara belonged to the sister of Queen Mary ||| of Westonbury, Lady Justina Poltimore. The tiara was made in 1894 and was a favorite go-to tiara of Justina. Mary wore the tiara herself once. The two had a falling out and cut contact with each other. When Lady Poltimore passed, the fate of the tiara was uncertain. It appeared at an auction in 1960 and was purchased by King Oscar.

And that is all for San Sequioa! I hope you enjoyed this trip with us and remember to keep up with Royal Collect for all of your royal tiara needs!

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@unhonestlymirror i need to go to sleep

This was halfly popularize

Let's start off with Angyalistan and Užupis, since I don't have anything to add to what you already know about them x)

+only thing I added is the infinity symbol under Angyalistan's bc I felt like it+had to find a way to nod to the concept of horizon/infinity

Next are Mùnegu (Monaco in Eng, Italian, and everyday life French, Monègue in older French, Mónegue in Occitan) and Andorra (Andorre in French):

Mùnegu:

while she indeed depends on France for military defense, she's very much capable and doesn't rely on him for everything! (dammit!) - she's quite rich (altho the fact she doesn't have many citizens must help)

seem to have a relationship with the Holy German Empire, Spain Kingdom and Italian kingdoms but it made my head hurt with how much dates there are) - gained independence from Genoa in 1247, independence from Holy German Empire in 1524 and becomes a protectorate of the Spanish Kingdom until 1641 where Mùnegu becomes a protectorate of the French Kingdom, then becomes a protectorate of the Sardinia Kingdom from 1815 to 1860. In 1918, becomes a sort of protectorate of France anew

During WW2 scared to be invaded by Italians, went to ask (then Vichy) France what to do to which France replied 'just let them'. So Mùnegu was occupied by Italians in 1942 and then by German in 1943. Helped to deport Jews

christian, catholic (freedom of religion for the people, but the State is still catholic)

abortion became legal (2019) but it's still a mess so the women are encouraged to go to France, Italy or another country where it's legal and less of a mess

Speaks Monegascan/Monegasque, French, then Italian (and English for business ofc)

tried to draw her more 'classy' and organized (?) I still haven't understood the purpose of the hairstyle she canonically has

Andorra:

Actually much more closer to Spain (and Portugal), part of the Iberian Peninsula

For an old reason, both French's government representative (nowadays, the President) and the bishop of Urgell in Catalonia in Spain are ruling over Andorra as co-prince (since 1607)

Has been around since at least the X-XI century

got annexed by the French Empire from 1812 to 1814

His territory has remained unchanged since 1278

Speaks Catalan, then Spanish and Portuguese and then French (but less)

He wasn't invited to the Versailles Treaty so he was officially at war with Germany between 1914 and 1958

during both World Wars and their aftermaths was used as a way to cross the French-Spain border by lots of different people for different reasons (deserters, nazis, Jews, Spanish people fleeing Spain...)

Abortions are illegal (so you have to go to France or Spain to have them)

christian catholic

legend says that Charlemagne gave Andorra a charter

(+Andorra is in the middle of nowhere in the Pyrenees)

is to France and Spain what Liechtenstein is to Switzerland - but they care less about him than Switzerland can care about Liechtenstein

Aigues-Mortes:

It's kinda hard to talk about Aigues-Mortes because the micronation was created in 2011 but the city has been around for several centuries

'Aigues-Mortes' literally means 'Dead Waters' (reference to the fact there are several ponds and swamps in Aigues-Mortes and around the city. The bodies of water stay still)

In 1248, Louis IX named the city 'Bona per Forsa' ('Good despite fate'?) after the inhabitants' request but the name Aquae Mortuae, later Aigues-Mortes will stay

After the Revolution in 1789, the city changed its name to 'Port Pellier' but once again, the name didn't stick around

August 1893: 'Italian slaughter.' (7 deaths, 50 injured, not a single culprit will be sentenced). Biggest slaughter of immigrants in French contemporary history

More about the micronation now!: motto can be translated as 'Love thy neighbor and steal/drink their wine!' - says her religion to be 'Catalcoolisme' ('Catalcoholism'; play of word between 'Catholicism' and 'alcoholism' I suppose); worship rosé (type of wine)

Was created when two friends got drunk (drinking rosé, ofc)

Looks up to Monaco; wants to become like Monaco (hence why she tries to dress up with the same type of clothes Monaco dresses with (classy) and why I made her dyed her brown hair in blonde)

has the French south accent!

Corsica:

was ruled by Genoa from 1284 to 1755 (fought for independence from 1729 to 1755). Became a Republic until France annexed Corsica in 1769

several historical ties with (what is nowadays) Italy

Got a bad reputation bc of FNLC (National Liberation Front of Corsica) mostly. From 1974 to 2014, the nationalist group bombed (public buildings, banks..), made several armed robberies, as well as aggravated assaults and murders/assassinations against French symbol and government and advocated for independence + presence of organized crime

renowned for her beauty

bonds with Breizh over France+luxury tourism destroying their lands and their languages dying out

otherwise doesn't have any ill intention toward continental French people (if you're respectful with her, she'll be respectful with you)

is known to have a strong sense of community/family

isn't going to scream at every opportunity she gets that Napoleon (Napoleone Buonaparte) was Corsican but she's never going to forget it+little pride

wants more independence from France but numbers show that Corsican people do not wish for full independence

occupied by Italy and Germany during WW2; first French territory to be freed

mainly catholic

Frioul:

Already talked about him!

he's the one where you have to have a permit to wear flip-flop lol

Drink respect women juice everyday

insolent but never insulting

doesn't like the heat (he is a bit tan because he is in the south of France but tries his best to stay in places where there's no sun) (most than likely carries a mini-ventilator around and stays indoors+carries a sunshade/parasol outside)

Prankster with calm energy

hates unnecessary commotion/noise (also hates the necessary one but understand it)

has the French south accent!

Was Naple's at first (until the XIVth century where he went from Frenchman's control to Frenchman's control; until he eventually became part of France)

Micronation since 2011

Saugeais:

Created in 1947 as a joke by a prefect and a hotelier (in a abbey?)

at the border with Switzerland

anthem is written in old patois/dialect which France can barely understand

it seems like the dialect has been dying since the last century so I don't know if he can still speak it? Probably has an accent

organizes a sport competition every year (mountain biking, kayaking, running..)

Dracystan and Anthophilia are next! They were both created in 2020 so I made them quite young+They were the only newly micronation that had enough personality for me to work with them - which means France has about 20+ children (but they're 1 or 2 dimensional? kinda ghosts? how would they (not having a defined identity) be portrayed in hetalia/how can they be personified)

Dracystan:

does a lot of clean-ups and gardening; carries gardening and clean-up tools around

any person loitering will be sanctioned/sentenced to remove stinging nettles with their bare hands. it's the law

loves fairy tails! It is said that Once upon a time, the king of Dracystan turned into a frog

gave him frog pins (+ didn't draw it here but he has a frog hat, you know the ones!)

being honest, i thought about The Little Prince while drawing him so that's why he got a scarf and a fox on his overall-

Anthophilia:

SYMMETRY. insects love symmetry, Anthophilia loves insects, so she wears symmetrical clothes and keeps her hair symmetrical too + you can't see it since I didn't color but she's wearing nails polish (orange-red-black-red-orange on each hand))

particularity cares about bees, but also butterflies, bumblebees, birds, nectarivore mammals...

[infiniumglobalresearch123]

Papain Market: Booming with Natural Solutions for Diverse Industries

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Who's Who in Papain? Unveiling the Market Landscape

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Do sustainable products hold strong customers' minds?

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Improved Functionality: Papain's ability to break down proteins into smaller components translates to functional benefits in various products. It enhances texture and quality in food & beverages and aids digestion in animal feed.

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Target the Asia-Pacific region, which is expected to experience significant growth due to rising demand in countries like China and India. Develop strategies to cater to the specific needs and preferences of these emerging markets.

  4.Competition with Artificial Enzymes:

Highlight the natural and potentially safer aspects of papain compared to artificial enzymes.

Focus on the potential health benefits associated with papain to differentiate your product in the market.

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Implement and communicate sustainable practices throughout the supply chain to build trust with environmentally conscious consumers.

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Improved Production Methods: The content states that "technological development in the manufacturing of papain has led to an increase in production." This suggests that advancements in technology might be optimizing processes to extract or cultivate papain more efficiently.

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Conlclusion

The papain market is flourishing, driven by a surge in consumer interest for natural solutions. This growing demand is fueled by papain's diverse applications across industries like food & beverage, pharmaceuticals, animal feed, and cosmetics. Papain's ability to break down proteins translates to functional benefits in these products, improving texture, digestion, and potentially even offering health and wellness advantages.

For companies looking to ensure sustainable growth in this market, several strategies emerge. Firstly, prioritizing sustainable sourcing practices through practices like organic farming can meet the rising demand for ethical products. Secondly, innovation in product development and production processes is key. This could involve exploring new applications for papain or optimizing papain production for efficiency and minimal environmental impact.

Focusing on high-growth markets like Asia-Pacific and highlighting the natural, potentially safer aspects of papain compared to artificial enzymes are additional strategies. Finally, companies that embrace sustainability reporting and transparency throughout their supply chain can build trust with environmentally conscious consumers. By implementing these strategies and leveraging technological advancements, companies can effectively navigate the papain market and secure a sustainable future.

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SAINTS FOR MARCH 17 

ST. JOHN SARCANDER, PRIEST AND MARTYR, Martyred foe of the Hussites. He was born on December 20 at Skotschau, in Austrian Silesia, and educated at Prague. He was ordained in 1607 and served in various parishes, defending the faith against the Hussites. Mar.17

Bl. Peter Lieou, Roman Catholic Priest and Chinese Martyr. A Chinese native, he was converted to Catholicism and was consequently exiled to Mongolia in 1814. Permitted to return in 1827, he soon assisted the spread of Catholic missionary efforts and, during the persecution of Christianity by the Chinese government, managed to make his way into a prison where he gave comfort to Christian prisoners. He was caught and strangled. Feastday March 17

St. Joseph of Arimathea, 1st century. The councilor (Lk 23:50) who, after the Crucifixion, requested the body of Christ from Pontius Pilate and provided for a proper burial for Christ. An immensely popular figure in Christian lore, Joseph was termed in the New Testament the “virtuous and righteous man” (Lk 23:50) and the man “who was himself awaiting the kingdom of God” (Mk 15:43). Described as..... secretly a disciple of Jesus for fear of the Jews, [he] asked Pilate if he could remove the body of Jesus. And Pilate permitted it” (In 19:38). According to the apocryphal Gospel of Nicodemus, he helped establish the community of Lydda. He also was a prominent figure in the legends surrounding the Holy Grail, appearing in Rob-ert de Barron’s early thirteenth-century romance Joseph d ‘Arirnathea, William of Malmesbury’s twelfth-century De Antiquitate Glastoniensis Ecclesiae, and Thomas Mallory’s famed Morte D ‘Arthur; William of almesbury’s tale recounts Joseph’s arrival in England with the Holy Grail and the building of the first church on the isle at Glastonbury; the passage on Joseph, however, was added in the thirteenth century. Bl. Peter Lieou, Roman Catholic Priest and Chinese Martyr. A Chinese native, he was converted to Catholicism and was consequently exiled to Mongolia in 1814. Permitted to return in 1827, he soon assisted the spread of Catholic missionary efforts and, during the persecution of Christianity by the Chinese government, managed to make his way into a prison where he gave comfort to Christian prisoners. He was caught and strangled. Feastday March 17

Saint Patrick, b. 387 d.461, Patron of Ireland. St. Patrick of Ireland is one of the world's most popular saints. Apostle of Ireland, born at Kilpatrick, near Dumbarton, in Scotland, in the year 387; died at Saul, Downpatrick, Ireland, 17 March, 461. Along with St. Nicholas and St. Valentine, the secular world shares our love of these saints.

[carpenoctemkrp]

🦇⠀×⠀𝗔𝗖𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗦𝗨𝗖𝗖𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗙𝗨𝗟⠀⸺⠀𝑪𝖺𝗋𝗉𝖾 𝖭𝗈𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 .ᐟ

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[asterjennifer]

Hey! Could I request an MC writing the song Forever Winter about the beginning of her relationship with either Saeran or Saeyoung? But it's only a few months after being in a stable relationship with one of them that she plays it for him or he over hears her working on the song?

When I first heard this song I immediately thought of the Choi twins haha

https://open.spotify.com/track/3oGVx9RBmiYGv5ZCecWLkx?si=2stkc0AZRryX1iadDwGEjQ&utm_source=copy-link

🎀 My dear, this song is so beautiful. It fits these two. And I have an idea how we manage the lyrics with this one.. Maybe a bit different than usual~ 🎀

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Winter

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Pairing: 707 x Reader

Category: Light Angst

Warnings: X

Word count: 1607

Author's Note: In case it's not clear: I followed the lyrics and wrote the story accordingly~ I hope that is fine as well^^

Summary: Sitting together in silence in that small apartment takes a troll on your feelings being shut out.

But there's something to consider; it's not all lost, you think.

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»I don't believe much, what's the point of trusting when it can come out as false afterwards. Do I look like an idiot to you or what.«  He said over the phone, irritation filling the air alongside the undeniable tension that he brought in ever since arriving at the apartment. You figured it caught him off guard meeting the unknown figure, which might not feel all unfamiliar to him. You're uncertain what it all meant, yet there's one truth that neither you nor he could ignore. The words unspoken on both ends left the blooming relationship whiter right before figuring what's there in the first place.

It was unpredictable in your eyes, but not in his, apparently. A couple of jokes here, a bit of encouragement there and the mixture of feelings began to bubble terrifyingly quick. He was fun at first, you knew no humor like his. Such an unique young man with own charm. He sighed, tearing you back to the position on the bed you've taken after he snapped you shall let him work in peace. Although you wanted to comfort him instead, a call came in to take that chance away. Unsure who's on the other line, your guess landed on Yoosung when debating with yourself, you could've sworn to hear him whining.

It's no different for the others, but this war he started inside you specifically, that he seemed to have no business finishing up anytime soon, it was more than confusing. You never thought he'd switch his facade this rapidly. »Leave me work, alright? I'm damn busy at the moment. No.. This is useless now, okay!? It doesn't matter. Such things don't last anyways.« With that, he pushed the red button, tossing his phone to the other side of the room. You didn't flinch by the sound, on the contrary, it made you slide a little closer to the edge of the bed.

The dark circles underneath his eyes spoke walls for the endless nights spend hacking through, knowing that resting could cost him his own head if he's not careful enough. The contrast of his job as an agent and his personality, it amazed you deeply. Remembering the way he spoke highly of space and the stars that shone bright, the place where he wanted to waste his time the most, your eyes suddenly felt itchy. He told you about a spaceship, something about zero gravity which would benefit him. He just had to earn the freedom for it one day.

These silly wishes weren't on the table since it all changed, especially now after meeting what you assumed was his very own brother. What just happened to these two? Your eyes wandered down to the blanket, taking hold of the fabric with one hand as your strength let wrinkles appear. »Hey Seven.. Would-« The words died in the back of your throat as the amber looked over the edge of his glasses, seemingly judging whatever it was you're about to say. A small frown covering his otherwise pretty face. It made you swallow, try again a lot softer.

»Would you like to eat something..? I can- I'm good at making sandwiches.« You offered while cussing silently how pleading the tone came across. The left corner of his lips twitched as if he's thinking through the consequences. Like there were any. »It's three in the morning. Go to sleep, you shouldn't push yourself to stay up for nothing.« No comment to the food, only an advice you'd rather not get. Sorrowful, you shook your head, unable to ignore the string of pain. All because his voice sounded detached.

Now that he's right in front of you, sitting on the floor, you expected the first meeting to be less painful overall. If you would've realized sooner, you thought to yourself. He'd been happy inside the chatrooms day and night, despite the other members turning his attempts of mood-lifting down. The laughter over the phone had to be real, it's still lingering inside your mind like a melody did. »Can't you explain anything to me, Seven..? I.. will try to understand.« You  pushed your luck, watching his pale fingers going under the glasses and rubbing his fatigue paired with frustration away.

The headphones lying next to his lap somehow took away height from him, he looked smaller than before. Was it on purpose? Did he do that because it how he felt? You couldn't help the guesses. »You will not understand even if I explain. Just stop bothering me..!« The grumble made your knees weak. Any moment now, his body betrayed it, he's going to fall apart on your feet. Why were you digging and being this stubborn even though he clarified he's not able to take any more?

Was it the fear of losing him? Was it the constant reminder of guilt for forcing him here due to the hacker? Maybe a whisper of shame? You couldn't collect your emotions this way, leave alone sort through the ones that were for him and not only yourself. »It's cold here..« The attempt to subliminally get a reaction from him failed. When you got up from the bed, he showed no interest either. Were you so easy to ignore? As you put both arms around you, since there's no other comfort to seek at the moment, you walked to one of the many closets attached to the wardrobe.

With the typing of his fingers as the only sound, you pulled out the thin blanket you've found after inspecting the corner of the apartment you're allowed to discover. Going back in circles without a break, wondering what's there to offer him in times of agitation. The chaos that nobody inside the RFA was putting up with perfectly, not even Jumin or Jaehee could help themselves but keep questioning their faithful member wearing pretty, red hair. You stood there, the blanket over your arms while watching him out of the corner of your eye.

The robot cat broken down and shoved further away as well. It seemed like he's desperately trying to push everything away from his hands now, what did that mean for the future? Aware that playing with fire would most likely get you burned down to the bones, you refused taking the fear as path. Instead, your feet brought you back to his side. Seven stopped typing right away as he estimated how close you wanted to come. »Didn't I tell you to–« Unless he's hissing a second time, you stopped him midway by throwing the blanket a bit clumsily over his shoulders.

»It's like winter in here.. You'll catch a cold on the floor.« He stared up at you skeptically, trying God knows what to analyze whatever he thought your intention was. Apart from feeling responsible, there wasn't anything you tried to gain. That's why you stroked a strand of hair behind your ear in a shy manner. »Just.. don't lose your warmth.« The silence that followed made you walk back, being onto the bed again. Would he understand what you wanted to convey? Hopefully. His space was the same you used for cool nights. He kept quiet as you ruffled around and went under your own blanket.

The courage left your system; thus, you grabbed the phone. Just anything to take your mind off the heavy situation plaguing your heart. Maybe it'll be better in the near future, you cheered yourself up as much as humanly possible. Maybe they find the conclusion to the problems, which would give him the air back he needed to breathe through. The sudden noise had you snap your head up, seeing how the redhead stood up when shrugging the blanket off. Your heart sank heavily, your head followed immediately.

Wouldn't he accept something as simple as a blanket anymore, either? Because it came from you? Hot tears of helplessness narrowed your throat. Uncomfortable inside your temporary walls, you laid down on your side. Not that he came to find you crying over seemingly nothing important. It's just a blanket, wasn't it? You unlocked your phone, shaking off the weight it forced upon your body. After stroking some hair out of your face, you opened the next best app. Music might helped distracting, you hoped. Not sad one, though, that'll make it worse and make you cry out loud, you reminded yourself when surfing through your playlist.

A little gasp's torn from your lips due to the unexpected shift on the bed. Seven avoided your eyes as he reached around, putting the hot water bottle against your twisted stomach. »It's cold in here.. Stay warm.« The words rushed, he took distance and continued working on the laptop he brought along. A moment passed where you listened to him getting down, hard to keep track of since the heartbeat inside your ears also required attention. Did that just happen? You stared down at the hot water bottle, a new wave of tears fluently running down your cheeks. Much to your relieve, however.

So it's not all lost yet, you smiled wide and pulled the hot water bottle close. This was all the prove you begged for; he did care after all. How could you have doubted that? You shut down your phone, letting his fingers rushing over the keyboard be the only focus in order to drift into sleep. It's easier that way, now that you got confirmation spoken through the flower. It's more than enough for now, you sighed one last time. He would come around again once it's settled, you're sure of it. Only a question of time.

[milkteaflorist]

Hello there! How are you? I totally love what you did with my request! Can I request once again platonic hcs Chaotic fem!reader who's younger sister figurine going to haunted house where you need to escape maze with 5 YNM characters you want? Idk when haunted house invented but still I want request it-. When I go to haunted house, I often swear but f#cking to fudging. It's like that cuz who knows there is kid in there-

Author's note: Hello! Thank you a lot for your patience and for your request! I was waiting for a request about YNM! It's hard to write while attending classes rip- hope you enjoy it! Also, I wrote William and Louis together, hope it doesn't bother you! Sorry if it's a bit short :') with chaotic, I always understand someone with a lot of energy and impulsive, sorry if it wasn't what you meant (┬┬﹏┬┬) to reply to the other request you sent: yes dw you put hcs in it!

William, Louis, Sebastian, Sherlock and James in a haunted house with their chaotic sister

Characters: William James Moriarty, Louis James Moriarty, Sebastian Moran, Sherlock Holmes and James Bonde and fem! reader

Genre: fluff! 🌻 and crack(?)

Total words count: 1607

Warnings: mentions of war (Sebastian), not a warning but James uses he/him pronouns

William + Louis James Moriarty - words count: 428

It was finally Halloween time! And you were soooo excited to go to a haunted house! You've been waiting for it for a whole month, and luckily for you, you had two brothers who loved spoiling you

Also, it was a good idea for a break

Louis, to be honest, thought it was a waste of time at first

Did you still manage to convince him? Yes, yes you did. But William definitely helped you with it

William probably wanted to go because he was curious about the mechanics of the house and how it worked, you know, mathematician things

In the end, you decided to go during the evening when the sky is no longer light, and the sun is setting. To make things spookier

You three were literally "No energy" (Louis), "Calm" (William) and "Too much energy" (you)

As soon as you three arrived, you kept running through the attraction, curious to see what kind of fake monsters they put in

Louis was done lmao

"Why does she keep running everywhere! She might trip and hurt herself!"

"My my Louis, I'm sure she can take care of herself alone now"

Spoiler: no you cannot

You sprinted through the whole building, almost punching one of the fake monsters which suddenly appeared in front of you

After some time had passed, you've found the escape maze. At first, you wanted to wait for your brothers, but your impulsiveness got the best of you, and you went in on your own

You were so sure you could escape from the maze easily, but guess what? You were lost after about 5 minutes

While you were trying to exit the maze, William and Louis were looking for you everywhere

Good thing William was a genius, thanks to that he managed to find you almost immediately

Prepare to be scolded by Louis and to listen to his lecture about how dangerous is to be alone during the night-time in such a violent and cruel period, and William actually agrees with him

After his lecture, William will treat you a candy apple and call it a day lol

They didn't deny they had fun visiting a haunted house, but next year you'll have to promise to not get lost again. If you, do it again, they'll make you wear a harness for real

But please don't be mad at them! They just want your safety, and they still love you even if you're like a tornado

They were more scared of your sudden disappearance than they were of the fake monster 💀

Sebastian Moran - words count: 452

Good luck at convincing him bestie oof

Out of all the characters in this list, he's probably the only one who doesn't want to go

It's not the fact that he's scared, after everything he had seen on the battlefield nothing can frighten him

He simply doesn't understand the point in engaging in such activities

He can comprehend why children want to go to a haunted house, but damn you're a whole adult

If you give him sweet eyes, he'll oblige

He'll oblige also if you say that the woman selling the tickets is cute

When you two finally entered the attraction, he was unmoved by everything lmao

Maybe he was ONCE scared by a sudden jumpscare

You kept calling him boring, not only because he was stoic, but also because while you were exploring the house, he was flirting with some random girls he had found during the walk

What did you expect from Moran exactly?

So, you decided to play a trick on him!

You took the clothes off of a monster and you wore them

And while he was flirting with a woman, you made him jump in terror appearing right behind him and touching him with a hand of a skeleton

Poor Sebastian, you embarrassed him in front of a girl

Reputation= Ruined

What made the situation worse was that the woman started laughing, useless to say Moran became as red as a tomato

Prepare to be chased by him for the whole night

But could you have stopped there? Of course not! You took advantage of the fact he was chasing you for leading him straight into the escape maze

It was the funniest thing ever: you waiting for him already out of the maze, while Sebastian was screaming things like "I swear as soon as I get you you'll see, you little sadist!"

You even started eating popcorns

It took him some good 15 minutes to get out of it, and when he did, you laughed right in front of his face

"Come on Seb don't be so mad for a trick! Here have some popcorns hehe"

He sighed "You're damn lucky you have a cute laugh"

You two ate the popcorns together and walked through the other attractions before going home

"... I'm happy you had fun at least" he smiled

You smiled back at him "But you had fun too, didn't you?" you mocked him

"No, I didn't, not even a tiny bit! Wait until I get my revenge! You better sleep with one eye open from now on!"

He said those things, but actually, he had fun too. Seeing your smile and happy face will always be the best prize for him <3

Sherlock Holmes - words count: 366

This man also doesn't understand the whole fuss about Halloween, but, contrary to Sebastian, he's okay with him accompanying you to a haunted house

Sherlock was not fazed by the spooky atmosphere, but he sometimes got scared by some jumpscares how can I blame him

You were bored with him too lmao

He walked slowly, to look carefully at his surroundings and examine the mechanics behind the attraction he and William are on the same boat

"Sherly look a ghost!"

"y/n it's just a white blanket and you know it"

"Come on Sherly walk faster! I'm curious about what's inside the other room!"

"Why do I have to go faster? Are you in a hurry?"

Boring older brother™

To make things livelier, you tried to scare him a few times, failing miserably each time

So, you tried to hide from him to make him worried...

... But right after you hid, he would find you without even doing it on purpose-

It's almost like his stupidity is so powerful it makes him clever

"Sherly you are sooooo boooriiing!"

At one point, you were visibly annoyed by his non-existent Halloween spirit

He scratched his head, sighed and proposed a challenge, the first one to exit the escape maze, would win all the sweets they wanted, paid by the loser

And who were you to deny some delicious, but most importantly, free sweets?

You accepted, your mouth already watering

You two started by going in two different directions, and soon after, you lost the track of time

Inside your small head, you scolded yourself for had challenged your genius brother, like why would you do that to yourself bestie

To no one's surprise, Sherlock was the winner, telling you he had to wait for an hour for you

"Shut up it didn't pass an hour, it has been a maximum of 30 minutes since we entered"

"But it felt like an hour"

This man is a menace to society, but when he saw your pouting and discontented face, he was the one to pay for the sweets, to make up for his boring attitude towards Halloween lol

For this year you forgave him, the next one? Who knows~

James Bonde - words count: 361

Oh boy he's so excited!

Halloween is probably one of his favourite holidays! Mostly because he can dress however, he wants and no one can judge him, at least for a day

When you brought up in a conversation the haunted house they would host in the centre of the city, he was the one to suggest going together!

He was like an excited puppy aw

He 100% did a matching costume with you, he also did your make-up!

When you two went inside the attraction, and you got scared by the fake monsters, he would say things like "Don't worry y/n I'm here with you"

Like the others, James is not that fazed by the monsters inside the haunted house, he actually found them funny and entertaining instead of frightening

Matching energy at its fullest

You were both so excited and curious, it has almost felt like it wasn't Halloween any more thanks to your happiness and good mood

"James James look at this! There's blood falling from the ceiling!"

"Oooh! They did an amazing job at setting up this thing"

To be honest, he also teased you a bit-

By touching your shoulder with a fake hand or disappearing in the darkness just to appear in front of you with a "boo!"

If you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine, you probably failed at it

Somehow, he always knows what's going on in your mind and where you are

Which you find it a bit annoying since you can't play tricks on him

You two also did the escape maze together

And yes, he held your hand whenever you got scared

You two took a while to get out of it, but because for your happiness, James let you lead the way, only suggesting from time to time which direction to take

After that, you spent some time going around to look at the other attractions and eating candies, recalling the night you two has just passed

The funniest and most excited on this list about Halloween, and probably the only one being able to match the chaotic and enthusiastic energy of his little sister

[kamyru]

Can you write a story of Kasumi of angst but with good ending?

Hi! Thank you for your ask. I had to think some time about a possible angst scenario. I have to say that I have miscommunication, so I didn't use this route. Hope you'll like what I wrote, though. Enjoy! ❤️ (2/25 requests answered)

Dr. Hero (Kasumi x MC)

Trigger warning: Mention of traffic accident, blood, fractures

Word counting: 1607

Dr. Kasumi left his office to meet an acquaintance. It was a female classmate from his university years. She came to see how he performed a rare surgery.

"Toshiki!" he heard his name called, and the next second, a pair of arms wrapped tightly around him.

A shadow of a smile appeared on his face. He wasn't the touchiest person, though it made him remember his university years

"Now you're not only on a first-name basis but also affectionate," he suddenly heard a voice from behind. He knew who it was. Though, he was afraid to face them.

"Why are you here?" Dr. Kasumi asked his girlfriend. He wanted to stop her, yet she caught a cab and was ready to go.

"I wanted to kiss you goodbye. But I see you don't need it. Good luck, Dr. Kasumi."

It was for the first time that the cardiologist couldn't read MC. She didn't look angry or sad. Moreover, the smile she gave him before entering the cab seemed genuine. Though, he felt guilty. They were together for more than a year. However, he didn't let her call him Toshiki. And for her to hear another woman calling him like this wasn't the most pleasant thing in the world.

MC wasn't angry or sad. She felt like seeing her solitary cat petted by strangers. At least, she had hours to admire beautiful Japanese landscapes. MC knew that by the time she arrived at her destination, everything would be alright.

Though, Dr. Kasumi had no idea what was on her mind. He couldn't know that she just needed a little bit of alone time to process everything. He was worried and tried to write her a message. Usually, she answered right away. But now she didn't. Maybe the signal was poor, or she was angry, or just asleep. With a heavy sighed, he put his phone in his pocket. Dr. Kasumi had to perform a complicated surgery. He couldn't afford to concentrate on anything else.

It wasn't the first time he did this surgery. MC already saw it. Though, there were still some doctors who wanted to watch it. Dr. Kasumi's colleague from earlier followed him everywhere. In less than an hour, she already knew everything about the surgery and his personal life. He had no idea how his former colleague could make him talk so much. She was always the extroverted and friendly one.

Before Dr. Kasumi entered the operation theatre, he had checked his inbox. He sighed. Yet, he redirected his entire energy and concentration to the patient in front of him.

The entire surgery took more than four hours. After that, the cardiologist answered everyone's questions for another hour. When he arrived at the EICU's headquarters, he was exhausted. Mental work, concentration, the surgery, interacting with people, MC's leaving - it was too much for a single day. He had to talk with MC.

When Dr. Kasumi checked his inbox, it was empty. His girlfriend didn't call, didn't message. He looked at her social media. The last time she was online was that morning, even before they met in front of the hospital. He felt how his heart rate increased and gulped. Dialing her number, Dr. Kasumi waited till his girlfriend answered.

"The person you are trying to reach is out of coverage. Please try again later."

It was everything he heard. He tried to call MC more than ten times. When he had called her again, another person appeared on the second line.

"Kasumi, you're student didn't arrive. The entire bus is late. Have you heard anything about this?"

It was the cardiologist's acquaintance from the city he sent MC. The whole situation became worse and worse.

"I heard that the bus got into an accident. There may be even some fatalities," a distanced voice said to the person on the other side. It was enough for Kasumi to feel how his world fell apart. His phone hit the floor, and slowly, Dr. Kasumi fell too.

"Kasumi? Kasumi! Are you still there? We'll give you updates if we hear anything," his acquaintance said. He didn't want to worry the cardiologist before everything was official. Though, he had no idea that MC's boyfriend heard everything.

The entire EICU team looked at their boss. He lost his father; he lost his mother; he lost his best friend. Why he had to lose the love of his life too? Kasumi couldn't hear or feel anything. He didn't even have enough energy to cry.

Sen knelt in front of him. He didn't hear what happened, though he knew that it had something to do with MC. His hand found its way to Kasumi's shoulder.

"She can't die. I didn't spend enough time with her; didn't hear her calling me Toshiki; didn't see her in a wedding dress. We have so much to do together. She has to live," the cardiologist whispered in a broken voice.

It was enough till Hosho started to give a few calls, together with Takado. Ekuni opened his laptop and started to find some information. None of them had any idea how much time had passed. Though, the anesthesiologist caught everyone's attention when he turned on the TV.

"A traffic accident occurred this morning. The bus coming from Tokyo skidded and fell into a ditch. Nearly all the passengers and the driver were injured. Let's hear what some of them have to say," it was what caught Kasumi's attention. No one said anything about deaths. No one said anything about life-threatening injuries.

"When we fall, the sight was awful. I was sure that we were going to die. Though there was a doctor or nurse, or, I have no idea what. She gave everyone first aid and taught the ones that were less injured to do the same."

"My baby wasn't breathing. But a young doctor appeared and saved her. Now she is with my wife at the hospital. I have no idea how we could have survived without the young lady."

Every single interviewed person had something to say about a mysterious young doctor that saved them. Though, the doctor was nowhere to be seen. The EICU team looked from the screen to their boss, who was still on the floor. His face relaxed a little. Yet, he was still frowning. The next moment, his phone that was still on the floor, rang.

"Kasumi? We have a patient that has you as the most popular contact. Her name is MC. Do you know her?"

The cardiologist couldn't believe his ears. So, they found her. He needed to know more. He had to be near her as soon as possible.

"Is she alright? What injuries does she have?" Kasumi couldn't stop himself from asking as many questions as possible.

"Who is she for you?" the other doctor asked, stopping the cardiologist's neverending questions.

"She is my girlfriend."

The person on the other side thought about this for some time and gave their answer.

"She will be alright. Will you come here?"

It was enough for Kasumi to run away from the hospital. Sen had to follow him. He couldn't let his friend drive in that state. The cardiologist didn't mind. Everything he wanted to do was to be near his girlfriend. Kasumi had no idea how much the road lasted. He started to understand what was in front of him only after he saw MC.

Her nose was in bandages. Her shoulder and leg had casts on. Looking at her, Kasumi could understand what had happened. When the bus skidded, MC hit her head and knee on the seat in front of her. Then, after the bus fell on its side, she dislocated her shoulder. The only question was how she could give first aid in that state. Her adrenaline rate had to be exceptionally high to not feel such pain.

"Kasumi?" MC's quiet voice caught the doctor's attention.

A smile appeared on his face. He squeezed MC's hand and kissed her fingers. Tears started falling down his cheeks. He couldn't talk. The feelings were overflowing.

"I bet Takado will make fun of me that I became a patient in the field I had wanted to perform."

A soft chuckle left Kasumi's face. It was for the first time that day that he felt relaxed.

"No. Takado is proud of you. Everyone is."

It was MC's time to chuckle. She couldn't believe that Sen could be proud of her. Though, it was a sight worth seeing.

"How could you give first aid with such injuries?" asked a doctor behind Kasumi. It was the same one who called him to tell him that MC was in the hospital.

"At first, I had no idea that I had other injuries except the broken nose. After the third CPR, I understood that I couldn't kneel anymore, and my shoulder hurt."

"But I heard that you still helped a baby at the end."

"No one wanted to help the baby. They were afraid to hurt her."

The doctor gave her an understanding look and left the two lovers alone. Kasumi looked at MC with hearts in his eyes. He couldn't stop himself from disheveling her hair.

"You did a fantastic job," he whispered lovingly.

"Can I call you by the first name as a prize?" MC asked with a tiny grin on her face.

Her boyfriend sighed. His face turned beet-red.

"Only once," he answered and waited for her to say his first name.

MC smiled.

"I'll keep this chance for a better situation."

Kasumi chuckled. MC knew way too well about how to make his heart beat faster.