#soryu fluff

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Nerd!AU in which Rei is a fictional character and Asuka is just a diehard weeb who makes them her whole personality

Reverse AU here !!

[sophiie2000]

She Should Be With Me ~ Soryu

Hey Guys!😊

Back with the 3rd story as part of this set, and this time it's Soryu!🥰

As always, I have included the link to the prologue below!⬇️⬇️

So far I have previously posted Eisuke's and Mamoru's stories! 💕

So this is...

Soryu x MC

A story of jealousy and fluff 😊

Disclaimer ~ Characters belong to Voltage Inc

~3857 words

It was as though time had stopped. Being a mobster meant Soryu had faced his fair share of danger. He had stared down the barrel of a gun, numerous times, and had participated in many shoot outs. The man had walked the fine line between life and death too many times to count. Yet the words that had just left MC’s lips left him frozen. Time stood still.

He was relieved that no one seemed to notice how his pulse had spiked. He could hear the drumming of his heart in his ears, blocking out any other surrounding sounds. His eyes focused intently on the only woman who had ever held his heart captive. 

Soryu had always hated women. Their weakness, the smell of their perfume, the sound of their voices. He hated it all. Yet meeting MC had softened the cold mobster’s heart. Finally allowing himself to open up to a woman. Finding the only woman who did not irritate the man.

He never expected to fall in love with MC when they met a few years ago. But how could he not? After all, she was different to the others. A fact Soryu learned when they chose MC to help him out. 

It all started when Soryu told Eisuke of the dilemma he and the Ice Dragons were facing. Another mob boss was sending his daughter over to meet with the Ice Dragons in the hopes of forming an alliance. During that time, Soryu was tasked with ensuring her safety while discussions took place. 

As such he needed another female. One who could keep the daughter company during the day, and when needed attend meetings in her stead, allowing Soryu to prevent any potential harm coming to the mob boss’s daughter. 

After showing Eisuke a photo of the guest, Eisuke immediately suggested one of the newer maids he had hired. She looked similar and had shown a feistier and braver side compared to most women he had met. Perfect for this job.

When Soryu met MC, she had been confused as to why he would want her, a complete stranger, to assist him. Nonetheless, she readily agreed to support him. Even when Soryu attempted to intimidate her in a way the other mob members would, she did not flinch. She held his look, returning one of her own. She really was different, he thought.

In the month she assisted him, MC kept the visiting daughter company during the day, and attended meetings at night. Due to their close proximity during this month Soryu and MC had come to learn much about each other. They soon found a mutual love for detective novels, discussing new and old releases frequently. MC even tried recommending some of the movies to Soryu, often dragging him to see new releases with her. 

What surprised Soryu was how, rather than being annoyed with MC’s presence and insistence, he cherished those moments together. He looked forward to the next. He soon came to crave their time together. 

So much so, when it came time for him to no longer need MC’s assistance, he still kept her around. Discussing detective novels became their daily conversation when they bumped into each other around the hotel. They would meet up regularly for coffee or to go see the new releases of these movies.

Soon Soryu introduced her properly to the other bidder’s, although this was punishment due to him losing a game of poker to Eisuke. It didn’t take long for the other guys to love spending time with MC just as much as he did.

However, just as Soryu realised he had fallen in love with MC and was prepared to tell her, he learned the devastating fact that she had a boyfriend. And he settled himself to endure the pain of an unrequited love.

As the years had gone by, Soryu had fallen more deeply in love with MC. He still cherished his moments with her discussing and swapping novels. Seeing films. He really had settled to love her from afar. 

Yet sometimes, just sometimes, he saw something in the looks she gave him. The smiles she shared. That something, giving him hope that maybe, just maybe, she may also have a part of her that she longed to share with him. But these looks were always gone as quickly as they appeared. Soryu was always left wondering, had he imagined those looks? 

As Soryu watched the others questioning MC over her decision to move in with her boyfriend, he heard as the final bombshell was dropped. 

“So,while I really am grateful for the promotion Eisuke, I, uh, I may have to start looking for a new job… the apartment Mason chose for us… it is quite far away and while I can travel in at the moment, it would be best for me if I were to work closer to our home…” MC spoke, the sadness evident in her voice.

“Do you want to leave?” Eisuke asked, looking at MC in shock.

“It’s not that I want to, but it would be closer to home” She responded, the pain of these words, crystal clear in her glossy eyes. 

“Then don’t” Soryu couldn’t help but interrupt. Everyone turned their eyes to him, and he finally realised what he had done. “Look��� he chose the place, and now you’re going to have to leave a job you love and your friends? I don’t think you should go…” 

Following that last remark, Soryu left the penthouse behind, everyone’s eyes following him. His departure and the other bidder’s distraction, meant no one noticed as MC held a hand to her chest as her eyes followed Soryu affectionately. Her heart rate increasing at his sudden declaration. 

**

A couple of weeks had passed since MC had informed everyone that she would be seeking a new job. Everyone had been tiptoeing around the matter. No one wanting to discuss her impending departure. Particularly when Soryu was around. And he was more than aware of their conscious efforts to avoid discussing the topic of MC leaving when he was present. 

The penthouse lounge would go quiet when he entered the room anytime MC was being discussed. Soryu felt the tense, sympathetic looks the others gave him. He didn’t want or need their sympathy. He just wanted them to treat him normally. And he wanted MC to stay. 

He had thought, as long as she was close by, he could watch her from a distance. Sharing in their daily conversations… that would be enough for him. If she were to leave, he would lose even that small comfort. It was a comfort he was desperate to keep. 

Today was like any other day for Soryu. He and MC had arranged to meet for a coffee to discuss the latest detective stories they had been reading, and have a general catch up. 

Soryu sat at their usual table. The book he had been reading sat closed atop the table. The story had been about the disappearance of a teenage girl, whose body was later discovered in a woodland in the countryside. Two detectives were tasked were finding the culprit. Before the end of the book, two more teenage girls went missing and were later discovered, one by a canal and the other beside the motorway. Soryu had enjoyed the story, and was looking forward to discussing the book with MC, since she had been the one to recommend the book to him. 

The bell on the café door chimed, and MC walked in. The moment she spotted Soryu her face lit up with a smile as bright as the morning sunrise. Soryu’s features softened in return. His heart beating at a slightly faster pace at her arrival. 

“Soryu! I hope you weren’t waiting too long!” MC stated, apologetic for arriving after Soryu.

He shook his head, pulling her chair out for her. Truthfully, he had been their long enough to enjoy two coffee’s already, excited to see her. But he wouldn’t be telling her that.

A waitress brought over two coffee’s as if she had been waiting for the moment MC arrived to do so, leaving the pair to settle into a friendly discussion. It didn’t take long for them to be so enthralled in their discussion that the minutes turned to an hour, and one coffee had become two then three. 

As MC finished her coffee, she smiled at Soryu.

“What?” Soryu asked, a nervous blush staining his cheeks. 

“Nothing, it’s just nice… being able to talk with you like this… I’ll… I’ll miss it” MC whispered the words, pain once again showing itself on her features. 

“Miss it?” Soryu asked, genuinely bewildered by her statement.

“You know… when I’m gone” tears had begun to fill MC’s eyes, she seemed to curl in on herself. The brightness she usually displayed had dimmed slightly. 

“Don’t be ridiculous MC” Soryu snapped, surprising both himself and MC.

She stared at him in shock. In the years MC and Soryu had known one another, since becoming friends, he had never lost his temper or raised his voice at her. Not once. Yet here he was, his emotions high, getting angry. 

“I’m not being ridiculous Soryu! Once I have a new job, I won’t be at the hotel anymore. If I’m not there anymore, then I won’t see you guys anymore!” MC replied, equally frustrated. 

“THEN DON’T LEAVE!” Soryu shouted, his eyes filled with anguish, yet he couldn’t control how he seemed to burn with anger. 

His heart hurt more, when he saw the tears become too heavy for MC to prevent them from falling. Words failed him when she dumped some money on the table, grabbed her bag and ran from the café. He could only stare vacantly at the chair she had been sat in only moments earlier. 

Why had he raised his voice? If that was the last outing they were to share… why did he have to raise his voice. Why did he have to make her cry?

Soryu clenched his hands into tight fists. His nails dug into his palms, leaving deep indentations in the skin. Yet the pain was nothing compared to the ache in his heart.

** 

A couple more weeks had passed, and Soryu hadn’t seen or spoken to MC since she fled the coffee shop. She wasn’t answering his calls, responding to his messages, and he hadn’t seen her around the hotel. He was beginning to feel uneasy without her presence. Was she ok? 

As he entered the penthouse lounge he noticed the others surrounding Eisuke, a sheet of paper sitting on the table in front of them. The upset on their faces told Soryu that whatever it was, they didn’t like it. 

“What’s that?” Soryu asked, approaching the group. 

“MC resigned. With immediate effect.” Eisuke replied, eyes fixed on the letter in front of him. 

“What? Didn’t you stop her?” Soryu asked, his heart rate spiking. 

“I would have if I had spoken with her! She left the letter here. She didn’t even say goodbye.” Eisuke responded, the frustration in his voice clear. 

Soryu finally looked at the letter. The words on the page were in MC’s neatest writing. Her signature at the end.

‘Dear Mr Ichinomiya, 

Firstly, I would like to thank you for giving me the opportunity to work for a hotel with such a high esteem as the Tres Spades. 

In the years I have been here, I have grown as an individual vastly, learned valuable skills, and made numerous friends. 

When you offered me the promotion recently, I was overjoyed. I loved working here at the hotel, and to be noticed for my skills was a privilege and compliment I do not take lately.  

It is with a heavy heart, that due to travel issues, I hand in my letter of resignation. Resigning with immediate effect. 

Kindest Regards, 

MC

P.S… I’m sorry I could not say goodbye to you all. Situations at home have meant I needed to leave sooner than I had expected. Seeing you all would have made leaving that much harder, and I couldn’t have you refusing my resignation. You guys have been my closest friends for the last few years, and I will always be grateful to you all. Goodbye, MC x’

The letter was short and sweet. But what struck Soryu was her mentioning situations at home. Were her and Mason having problems? 

“Eisuke… are you really going to let her leave that easily?” Soryu grunted, hoping his friend would be the one to do something so he could keep his own personal feelings guarded longer. 

“No.”

“EISUKE!” Soryu shouted, his frustration at MC leaving once again bubbling over. 

“Soryu, she made a decision. As her friend I have to respect it. But as your friend I will do you one curtesy” Eisuke replied, his signature smirk on his face.

“What?” 

“3 weeks. Find her in 3 weeks, be honest with her, and if she comes back we will treat it as though she was on holiday. If in 3 weeks she isn’t back, I will formally process and accept her resignation”

3 weeks. That’s all he needed. He nodded his thanks to Eisuke, and dialled Inui’s number as he walked out from the penthouse. 

“Hey Inui, I need people looking for MC. Find where she is, and tell me. ASAP. We only have 3 weeks.”

Hope filled Soryu. No matter what she says, at the end of these 3 weeks… he will finally have told MC he loves her. His feelings would no longer be shackled away.

**

“Boss, she’s working in a coffee shop called La Casetta del Caffè” 

The words stopped Soryu where he was. 2 weeks. 2 weeks they had been searching for MC and now they had finally found her. 

Soryu was determined he would waste no more time. He picked up a bouquet of roses and raced to the coffee shops where MC was working. 

As he entered the coffee shop, he saw her. He felt his heart fill with anticipation. It had been a month since he heard her voice. A month since she had run out of that coffee shop.

Running a hand through his tousled hair, he smoothed his jacket down, approaching the counter. 

“Welcome to La Casetta del Caffè, what can I get you?” MC said smiling, but when she finally looked up, her smile fell. The sight of Soryu, someone who should not be there, surprised her.

“Hey MC” Soryu said, showing her a small smile, a blush stained his cheeks. 

She was a beautiful as he remembered. It sounded ridiculous. Of course, she was, it had only been a month. But that month had felt like eternity to him. His heart broke more each day they were apart. Yet seeing her now, he felt whole again. 

“W-what are you doing here?” MC asked, she was surprised but she could hide the happiness seeing Soryu brought her. 

“I need to talk to you; what time does your break start?” Soryu asked, when a kind looking older gentleman responded.

“MC, you can go on your break now if you like” He smiled and looked toward Soryu, “I hope you treat her a bit better than that other one!” the man huffed and went back to serving customers. 

Soryu looked to MC confused. 

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll meet you outside with a coffee in 5 minutes ok?” Soryu nodded in reply, heading outside, as MC began preparing two coffees.

MC brought the two coffees outside and sat opposite Soryu at the table. Sitting outside offered them some privacy, away from the prying eyes of the customers and owner. 

“So… what are you doing here?” MC asked.

“First… these are for you.” Soryu said, handing MC the roses he had bought before arriving. Surprised, MC accepted the bouquet, smelling the flowers.

“They’re beautiful… thank you” MC smiled. 

“And I really do need to talk to you…”

“Ok, sure…” MC replied nervously. 

“Please, don’t say anything until I’ve finished. I’ve wanted to say a lot of this for a long time.” MC nodded and Soryu continued, “Firstly, I’m sorry for shouting at you when we went out before. I was hurting knowing you were leaving, that didn’t give me a right to shout at you, but I need you to know, it was from a place of pain about losing you that cause my outburst.” 

Soryu sighed, looking up before continuing.

“And secondly. When I said I didn’t want you to leave, I meant it. But I didn’t mean it in the way the others were meaning it. I wasn’t going to miss you because you were my friend. I was going to miss you, and didn’t want you to leave, because… because I love you. MC I’ve been in love with you for almost as long as I have known you. I’m utterly crazy about you, and I thought just having you near was enough, that I would never need to tell you how I feel, but then you left and I realised I messed up never telling you.”

“Soryu…”

“Look, MC… Eisuke gave me 3 weeks. 3 weeks to tell you how I feel. 3 weeks to try convince you to come back. If you come back by Friday next week… they’ll ignore your resignation letter. You can come back like you never left. But if you don’t… if you don’t return by Friday, he will formally process your resignation.” 

When he finished Soryu stood. He smiled at MC, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek. 

“I’ll be in the hotel all day Friday… I… I hope you come back MC” 

Following his remark, he began walking, before turning towards the café door where the owner quietly stood. 

“Sir, I don’t know what incident you were referring to, but I assure you, if she chose to come to me, I would treat her with the utmost respect and care. That, I promise you.” Smiling once at MC, Soryu walked away and headed back for the Tres Spades.

If he had turned to look, he may have noticed as the tears fell from MC’s eyes, the kind smile she showed him as he walked away, and the hand she held to her chest. 

**

A week had passed. It was now Friday. MC had not visited once, nor had she contacted any of them. Yet Soryu held onto that glimmer of hope that she would come.

Soryu sat in the penthouse lounge waiting. And waiting. And waiting. Seconds turned to minutes. The minutes turned to hours. Still MC had not arrived. It was getting later, and the others who had sat with him at various points during the day had returned to their own rooms. 

8pm… she isn’t coming, is she… Soryu thought. Rising to his feet, he headed towards his own suite. Disappointment and hurt filled his heart. He really believed she would come back. He really believed, she should be with him. 

When he arrived back in his suite, he poured himself a large brandy. He wasn’t normally one to drown his sorrows, but today, he wanted to drink until he forgot why he was hurting. 

He sat on his sofa, head in his hands. The pain all he could think about. Until…

Knock. Knock. Knock. 

A knocking on his door grabbed his attention. Who on earth would be knocking on his suite door now? If it was Baba or Ota, he swore to God he would pull his gun out so quickly. Yet the sight that greeted him made his eyes bulge and mouth drop open.

“Sorry I’m so late, it took a while to pack and then I needed to meet with Eisuke!” MC stood before him, a small suite case in her hands.

“MC!” Soryu exclaimed, pulling her into a tight crushing embrace. “You… you came back”

“I choose happiness” MC whispered, returning Soryu’s embrace. “And… you never let me respond to what you told me last week.”

Soryu pulled back slightly. He looked around the corridor to make sure the others weren’t spying on them, before dragging MC into his room. 

They sat together on the sofa. Soryu kept his arms around MC as they snuggled close. 

“So… first tell me what that man meant when he said he hoped I would treat you better?”

“Ah… that. Mason wanted me to quit the hotel. He argued about it, a lot. When I finally quit, and found the job at the café he came in on my second shift and screamed at me in front of the customers and owner about how I wasn’t working in a proper job and so we had less money coming in. I was mortified and the owner stepped in. He had moved me away from my job and friends and still had the audacity to moan about me not having as much money coming in. That was the end of things, it was the final straw.”

“That explains that one…” Soryu replied, he felt his own anger at the way MC’s ex had felt he could treat her. “So… you’re back?”

“Yep, Eisuke was happy to see me when I walked through the door. He wasted no time getting me to make him a coffee” MC giggled. 

“I’m glad you’re back where you belong, MC” Soryu smiled, stroking soft MC’s hair.

“Thank you Soryu… and I need to tell you something” 

Soryu nodded looking at the back of MC’s head as she sat leaning back against his chest. 

“The truth is… I’ve had these strange feelings about you for a very, very, long time but it wasn’t until I left and you came to the café and told me how you felt that I truly understood what these feelings were. The truth is, Soryu… I’m in love with you, too. You make my heart race, I enjoy our conversations about things we both like. But most importantly, I enjoy being with you.”

“MC…”

“I love you, Soryu…”

“I love you, too!” Soryu exclaimed, crushing MC to his chest. 

Overcome with emotion, Soryu lifted MC into his arms turning her to face him. His hands took her cheeks between them, and guided her lips to his. Their first kiss was soft, and gentle.

But it took no time, before they were overcome with passion, and their kiss deepened. The emotions he had been holding back all these years, Soryu finally placed in those kisses. That tame first kiss, soon became deep, intense kisses. If they were to signify anything, it was that a long, steamy night was ahead.

**

When Soryu woke the following morning, he smiled. In his arms he held the still sleeping MC. Relief flooded him. It hadn’t been a dream. She really had returned to them. To him. The woman he had adored from afar for the last few years, was finally his. 

The cold mobster had found the one woman who could bring out his soft side. And now he had her, he was certain, he would never be letting her go.

[coff33notforme]

May I have a wally X asuka! Reader? If you're not familiar with asuka soryu Langley you can just write, overconfident! Reader

A/n: Sorry this took so long to write I was getting busy with school so I've been working on that and haven't really had time to write, kinda short sorry!

Pairing: Wally Darling and Gn Overconfident Reader (Fluff, Romantic or Platonic)

Wally thinks it's adorable! Which often leads to you getting embarrassed when your trying to impress him by doing something stupid and he just pinches your cheek with a smile agreeing wholeheartedly

This of course usually leads to you trying to attempt something brave and daring without considering any of the consequences at all, and getting horribly injured, Wally of course would be concerned furthering your embarrassment but he would simply assure you that you that you would be able to get it next time, but would suggest not trying anything else too soon

While your healing Wally would take care of you like he's your own personal nurse, anything you need, he's got you! Food? Pain meds? Some TLC? Absolutely 

Your neighbors are a little weary of you two paired up

You with your overconfident charm strutting anywhere without a care in the world, while Wally follows like a lost duckling, supporting you while providing heeds of caution that usually go unheard by you as you bask in your own glory 

Frank makes sure to alert Wally whenever he's being, too, supportive

While the others like to state it a little more gently, they tend to agree, Wally seems to be your number one supporter when it comes to dangerous stunts, which is what leads to you becoming bedridden days at a time

At first your charm seems to irritate most people in the town, your cocky, overconfident nature feels more like an exaggerated television character rather than your real personality 

But whenever your with Wally you seem different

Like your cool, charismatic shell melts away and your left a fumbling mess, it was honestly quite entertaining to most of your neighbors 

But they soon realized you're not as bad as you seem, you were really quiet good company whenever Wally was around, it almost seemed like you didn’t need to be extra around him, you could just relax

[booklin]

Bidders x Preg! Fem! reader

Fandom: KBTBB

Rating: E-10

Genre: Fluff

Tws: Pregnancy

Notes: If I throw this in as a scene in one of my books and you happen to notice.. NO YOU DIDNT

Baby Files

You and the bidders had been dating for quite a while, things had gone smoothly. Sure, there were ups and downs but that’s with any relationship. All and all, things were calm. Except… they weren’t. Not anymore. Despite how much you shamed yourself, you couldn’t stop eating sweets. You had to have a sweet with every meal. Considering you rarely ate sweets, always self conscious about gaining weight, everyone was taken aback. In fact, their looks were causing so much paranoia you stopped eating anywhere near them. Only eating sweets in your room now, they didn’t fail to notice your other new habits, such as sleeping and becoming stressed over everything. Lately, your work ethic has been terrible, constantly falling asleep. Even your boss couldn’t keep covering for you anymore, alerting Eisuke.

“Okay, I think we can all agree Y/n has been acting strange.” The others nod to Baba’s concern. “She’s been eating sweets everyday. I asked the Chef.” Soryu adds, causing Eisuke to chime in. “And she’s been avoiding us. What could be wrong?” They weren’t sure, and putting their heads together didn’t seem to come closer to finding answers. You were frightened by this new change as well. What could be wrong with you? “Maybe you’re pregnant?” Your friend says after listening thoughtfully to you worries, then laughs. Though, you weren’t laughing. “Pregnant?” You repeat, spacing out at the thought.

Immediately, you rush out of the cafe, leaving your friend behind. What if it’s true? It would explain the cravings. And emotions. And tiredness. And now, a new symptom to add. Throwing up when worried. What a nice cherry on top. Despite not wanting to believe it, you, reluctantly, go to a pharmacy. In disguise, wearing sunglasses, a hoodie, wig, and everything else to keep your identity undetected. Then you grab a test and ask to be rung up in a strained whisper. After discreetly exiting, you shove the box in your pocket before sprinting back to your apartment. You have been spending a lot of time there lately. With what’s been going on, staying away from them, as not to explode or do anything else embarrassing was a must.

Anxiously, you rip the box open then, after drinking plenty of water, go into the bathroom. Shaking the whole time, you nervously wait for the results. Two lines… your heart drops, and so does the pent up emotions inside you. Sobbing your eyes out, you fail to notice the knocking at your door. “Y/n? Are you in there? We want to talk.” Nothing, yet the door was locked. They had a bad feeling, after debating on whether your privacy was more important than safety, Baba agreed to pick the lock. Though, Soryu is impatient, deciding to break the door instead. “Y/n, are you here?” They hear a distressed cry suddenly come to a halt. “I- I’m fine-!” Your voice shakes, barely coherent, it was hard to hide. “Y/n, are you okay?” Ota asks, taking a seat next to where the sobs came from, the bathroom.

“Yes…” Your voice becomes quiet, sniffling any residue onto the tissue. “Can we talk?” Shaking your head, you remember they can’t see you and manage another reply. “I don’t want to.” You hear a small sigh, the voice getting close. “Y/n, we just want to know what’s wrong. We’re all worried about you.” At the moment, you were tied between embarrassment and wanting comfort. Was it worth them seeing you like this? A mess? About to side against it, something in you that yearns for their touch breaks loose. Without giving it a second thought, you open the door before you could change your mind. That sight was shocking to see, on their part. A teary eyed, broken down, head hung, nose running, messy hair partner, appearing miserable as she runs out to hug the first person her hands reach.

Rambling incoherently, you sob some more, this time into Soryu’s button down shirt. “We can’t understand you when you talk like that.” Going on, though everything is heard in more of a whine, he manages to make out a few words, however not enough to piece together what’s wrong. “Why don’t we take some deep breaths?” Baba suggests, his tone gentle and face softened. Facing towards him, you quickly turn away, shaking your head no. “Y/n, come on, I know you can do it. I’ll do it with you.” Without hesitation, he begins taking deep breaths and eventually you repeat after him. Steadying yourself, you’re finally able to say all at once, “You’re going to hate me! I’m going to have to raise our kid alone and I’m not going to have enough money to support us, then we’ll be sleeping in a box on the street, eating out of a trash can, and drinking water from some old guys sweaty socks! Please don’t leave me.”

You become worked up, sobbing once more, while you shake Soryu’s body back and forth, continuing to plead. “Wait, what?” Eisuke says, shocked at both the scenario you’ve come up with and the news. “You’re pregnant?” You stop crying long enough to shake your head yes, then immediately begin again. “Woah woah, it’s okay.” Soryu says, rubbing your back. About to pick you up, Eisuke snatches you away, being the one to pick you up instead. “Baby, it’s fine. We’re not highschool boys, we wouldn’t leave you because you’re pregnant.” Ota nods before saying “And how would you end up homeless?” He laughs lightly, “It just wouldn’t happen.” Finally starting to calm down, you sniffle, rubbing your teary eyes before saying “Because I’ve been doing bad at work, and now you’re going to fire me.” Looking at Eisuke, he shakes his head. “I wouldn’t fire you without reason, and even then I would take care of you. Technically, you don’t need a job. You were the one insistent on keeping yours.”

You give a small smile, thinking about the memories when you first began dating. Suddenly, a hand ruffles your hair, looking at the culprit, Mamoru gives a small smile back before sighing. Then, running a hand through his hair, he shakes his head. “Just relax kid, we’re not goin’ anywhere and you’re not in trouble.” The support was all you needed to calm down, shaking your head to acknowledge you heard Mamoru. “If anything, I’m glad you’re not upset with us.” Baba says, to which you look surprised. “Why would I be upset? If anything I’m ecstatic. We’re having a baby! I hope they look like one of you. They’re sure to be beautiful.” Thinking about it more, finally done crying altogether, you show them the pregnancy test. “We should make the gender a surprise! Do you think they’d like bears? Or are bears too scary? Maybe ducks? Oh, I know! Cats! Wait, what if we make their room ocean themed?”

Going on about the endless possibilities with clothes, room design, and how great parents you would be, Eisuke sets you down. “We have to get parenting books! What type of parents should we be? We could be intense, strict, free-range, french, or-!” You just keep going on, and they intently listen to every word, the smile never leaving their face. After that they had you take time off of work, you finally weren’t as embarrassed to eat sweets around them, they were always kissing, holding, or hugging you, saying how much they loved you. Baba loves rubbing your belly while you sleep, and together they get you anything and everything you could ask for. Eisuke is no longer brutally honest about how he thinks you look. He’ll tell you if something looks better than other outfits, but never critiques such as “it makes you look fat.” Overall, they all turned into soft, loving boyfriends who are always worried about you and the baby.

[deathbxnny]

Hi there!

May I request a s/o (with any character you like) platonic who is like Asuka Soryu Langley

Description :

She is stubborn,very proud girl and comes across to others as proud and strong but she having difficulties in express her true feelings to others.

She does not like being looked down upon or told what to do as she wants to be viewed as an adult. She is aggressive and can be very opinionated. However, this personality is a front that protects a very vulnerable and insecure girl, a side which the viewer sees in her dreams or thoughts.

In conclusion:

She hide her truth personality by being agressive toward people and very confident confident to hide her insecure self.

Can I ask the s/o to be no-binary?

Thank you for reading, I hope I don't bother you.

Take care. ༶•┈┈⛧┈♛

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A/N: So, this is so out of order, as I usually do my requests by the oldest to newest. But when I read the name "Asuka", I just HAD to do it! I'm a huge Evangelion fan and especially one of Asuka, (which is probably predictable with me being a German lmao) so you know I was way too excited to see this haha!

Also I wasn't sure what you wanted, because you said "s/o" and then said "platonic", which confuses me. So I decided to make this platonic and a Teen reader, so it fit the character better and hope that's okay with you! And thank you so much for the request, it made me really happy!<33

Featured characters: Jing Yuan, Blade

Content: Mentions of reader being insecure, slight angst, fluff, platonic relationships, teen reader, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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》Blade

Blade knew right off the bat, that your personality was just a facade. He could practically smell it and was very blunt with you about it too. He didn't care about the insults or rude comments your threw at him after, in fact, it made him just more curious to know what exactly your deal was.

But he didn't pry in the end. He acted indifferent to you and didn't react to your aggression towards him either. He'd just roll his eyes or give you a rude comment back and tell you to leave. Eventually your insecurities began showing themselves, whenever something you did went wrong. Especially during training. He quickly learned that he was right and your proud and loud demeanor was just in act to compensate for your fear of confronting your difficult feelings. And he understood that, as he sometimes felt the same.

He dismissed your attempts at trying to be an adult and you often thankfully listened to him anyways, even if you did it with alot of protesting and complaining, due to how intimidating he was. He made you accept the fact that you were still just a kid by force and that eventually also taught you how to accept yourself. He helped you out alot without even knowing it and for that you were thankful... even if you were too stubborn to ever admit it to him. Not that it matters, as he was too stubborn to ever admit how much he warmed up to you as well.

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》Jing Yuan

Jing Yuan saw through your facade pretty quickly as well and felt bad for you. He knew life must've been really unforgiving to you, if you had to put up such a strong and proud demeanor in order to survive. But you didn't need to do that anymore with him around and he made sure that you'd learn that fast.

He was calm and patient with you, never reacting to your attempts of being rude or insulting either. Instead, he would gently, but firmly tell you to drop the act already and just act your age. He supported you and praised you for everything, even if it was just the completion of a mundane task. He knew that you were insecure about your skills and wanted to make you truly feel more confident this way, which actually worked eventually.

He didn't mind you wanting more independence and was willing to compromise on some things, but he won't hesitate being firm and stern if he has to be. You didn't need to make adult decisions, if he was there and made sure you knew that very well. You began listening to him out of respect, as he did truly seem to care for you as a person and helped you out alot as well. Besides, the least thing you could do is to oblige to some of his requests as a thank you.

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A/N: I hope this is okay and coherent! I'm honestly a little sleep deprived again lately, as usual, but I did my best! Thank you again for the great request!<33

[otomefoxystar]

Unexpected Surprise

Fandom: Kissed by the Baddest Bidder

Pairing: Eisuke X MC

Genre : Fluff with a teensy bit of angst

TW: Mentions of wanting to lose weight, pregnancy

She looked at herself in the full length mirror, turning right, then turning left. Her favorite pair of leggings weren’t fitting like they used to. She had gained weight. It was hard maintaining a figure that the Tres Spades CEO deserved, or at least what she thought he deserved. She sighed, “I have to lose some weight.” She said to herself quietly.

She entered Eisuke’s kitchen, immediately starting the coffee. She opened the fridge and took out eggs, onions, and peppers. Preparing to make breakfast. Eisuke came out of his home office looking at his phone; when he looked up, he saw _ _ _ looking displeased. “What’s the matter?” She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know, just in a bad mood.” He arched an eyebrow. “You haven’t even been up for an hour. What would put you in a bad mood so quickly?” She rolled her eyes, “I don’t know, Eisuke. Just leave me alone and let me cook breakfast!” She snapped at him, “You don’t need to get pissy with me. It was a question.” She immediately felt terrible.

“Sorry,” He kissed her forehead. “It’s fine.” He went to sit at the table while she cooked. The door swung open and in sauntered Ota, Baba, Mamoru, and Soryu. She sighed. Could she get a moment of peace with her boyfriend for once? Of course, knowing they’d want to eat, she made extra. There were omelets, toast, sausage, fruit, and yogurt when she brought the food to the table. “Is this a special occasion? It’s like a gourmet breakfast.” Baba joked. Soryu shot a glare his way, shutting him up. “I dunno. I figured you’re all here, so I might as well.”

As they talked and ate, she gave herself a small serving, knowing she had to watch how she ate if she wanted to lose weight. As everyone ate their fill, they all talked while she cleaned breakfast, but Eisuke noticed her taking bites of sausage and fruit as she packed everything up. After wiping the table, she left to go shopping. “Have you noticed _ _ _ eating more than normal?” Mamoru asked. Eisuke was swiping through his phone. “A bit” Soryu leaned back in the chair, crossing his arms across his chest. “You don’t find that odd? Maybe she’s stressed?” Eisuke looked up from his phone to his best friend. “Maybe.” Ota was doodling on a napkin. “I would pay attention to her. It could be something serious.” Eisuke scratched the back of his neck. “I’m over this conversation.”

When Eisuke returned home from work that same day, he found her asleep on the couch with the TV playing. Taking off his shoes, he went around the sofa, lifting her up and taking her to the bedroom where she could sleep properly. Her eyes blinked open when he was covering her up. “Eisuke?” He reached up and caressed her cheek. “You fell asleep on the couch.” She sat up and rubbed her eyes. “I’ve been exhausted lately. There’s no reason for it. Not like I don’t get enough sleep.” He kissed her on the forehead, and her stomach growled. “Have you eaten?” She blushed, “I ate. I’m just constantly hungry. It’s irritating.” He smiled.

“How about a snack, then?” How could she refuse when he was being so sweet? “Okay,” She went to stand up and suddenly felt dizzy. Not able to see, she sat down, waiting for her vision to return to normal “_ _ _?” She stood back up. “I just got really dizzy.” Eisuke was quiet as they went into the kitchen. As they gathered food for a nice snack, his mind was racing. Maybe something was wrong? Some medical condition, perhaps? After their snack, she went to bed.

The following day, she entered the kitchen to start breakfast when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned and smiled, but he didn’t smile back; instead, he crossed his arms. “What?” she asked, feeling his stare heavy on her. “There was a bunch of candy wrappers in the trash this morning. Did you get up during the night to eat?” She adverted her eyes. “I felt like I was starving” Eisuke raised his eyebrows. “So you ate a bunch of candy?” She sighed. “I didn’t want to make anything; someone had given me some candy.”

She furrowed her brows. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me! It’s like I can’t stop myself. I’m so hungry all the time. I’ve been trying to watch what I eat to lose weight, but I feel sick if I don’t eat.” He motioned for her to come to him and led her to the kitchen table, sitting across from each other. “Why are you trying to lose weight? You’re fine the way you are.”

“Because I want you to be proud to call me your woman, not when I look bloated and chubby. I hate it.” He put his head in his hand. “You’re fine. You’re more beautiful than any other woman anyways. Stop trying to live up to what you think are my expectations without knowing first.” He looked her over, noticing her breasts looking a little fuller, her face a little swollen. It couldn’t be weight gain; she hasn’t put on that much weight, maybe a couple of pounds, but not enough to make a noticeable difference.

He started connecting the dots as he looked at her. Her insatiable hunger, dizzy spells, exhaustion, and now she tells him she’s bloated. He cleared his throat, and she looked at him, confused. “What?” He swallowed, almost nervous to say what he was about to say. “I don’t think you need to lose weight. You should feed your body if it’s telling you to.” She was confused. “Why would I do that? I’ll gain more weight?” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t think it’s just weight gain, _ _ . I think you’re pregnant.” Her eyes widened, and she just looked at him for what seemed like minutes of not speaking. “ _ _?” When he called her name, she came to reality. “Oh my god! I think you’re right. How did this even happen?” Eisuke smirked, “I can show you how if you want?” She kicked him from under the table. “Stop it. This is serious! I’m on birth control.” She looked at him again. “Why are you so calm?!”

He sighed, “Birth control isn’t completely effective in preventing pregnancy. We’d have to use a condom in tandem with birth control, but why would we do that? We’re only sleeping with each other. What does it matter anyway? I can take care of you and the baby. That’s no problem. It just means I get to see the efforts of our lovemaking with your swollen womb. To think we made life. Feels special, don’t you think?” She beamed. “Come here, baby.”

She walked over towards him and pulled her down to sit on his lap, and he put his hand on her stomach and kissed her cheek. “Don’t be scared, be excited. Take joy in the fact that you are growing a life. That’s what you deserve, don’t think of this as a bad thing.” She smiled, “Of course, I would be excited, but you talk about it as if I am. We don’t know till I take a test.” He kissed her again on the temple. “Because you are; I don’t need some silly test to tell me something I already know.” She rolls her eyes at his arrogance.

“Okay, Eisuke. Cause you’re a doctor now? Aren’t I supposed to feel sick?” Eisuke sits back and crosses his arms. “If you’re so concerned, maybe we should call Luke here? Would that make you feel better?” She pondered for a moment. “So indecisive” He picked up his phone, calling Luke without waiting for her answer.

Not long after Eisuke hangs up the phone, there’s a knock at the door. Eisuke gets up and answers it, and Luke steps in with a bag of medical supplies. He places the bag on the counter and looks at both Eisuke and _ _ _. “So what can I do for you?” You cross your arms. “Sexy bones?” He reads your body language. Eisuke clears his throat and stands up. “I need you to see if she’s pregnant.” Luke’s eyes go wide, and he gasps. “Were you trying? I had no idea.” She shakes her head. “No,” Luke smiles, “Accidents are always fun too.” He picks up his bag. “Let’s go in the bedroom so I can examine you.” She nods, following Luke.

Moments later, she walks out with Luke remaining completely quiet. Eisuke looks at her. “What happened?” Eisuke asks. _ _ _ silently sits down, and Luke walks up to Eisuke putting his hand on his shoulder and lowering his voice to a whisper, “She’s pregnant, and she’s scared. It would be best if you were supportive. Stress can affect the baby.” Eisuke nods, and Luke pats him on the shoulder. He takes out a prescription pad. “I’m going to give you a prescription for some prenatal vitamins.” He says as he writes, “Also, let me know if you start feeling nauseous. If you can’t keep food down, I can prescribe something for the nausea, but you might be lucky and not feel sick at all.” He smiles as he hands her the prescription. She takes it, looks at the prescription, and looks at Eisuke worriedly. Luke smiles again, picks up his bag, and leaves the suite, shutting the door behind him.

She turns away from Eisuke, “I’m going back to bed.” She set the prescription on the table and walked to the bedroom, wrapping herself under the blankets. Eisuke followed not long after, not wanting her to shut him out. He sat on his side of the bed, crossing his legs at the ankles. He lifted the blanket so he could see her face. Seeing tears falling. He furrows his brow, and uncovers her head, then lays down so he is level with her. “Do you not want the baby?” He asked as he stroked her hair. “It’s not that. I want to keep it. Of course, I’ll keep it. What if I’m not a good mother? I have no idea how to raise a child. I’ve never really been around children.” His face relaxes. “I think this is a normal fear, but I also think your instincts will tell you how to do the rest. You’re going to be a great mother. You are caring and kind. How could you not be?”

She wiped her eyes. “I don’t know why I’m so upset, it was bound to happen eventually, but I’m really upset.” Eisuke smiled tenderly at her, “It’s probably hormones, baby.” He kissed the top of her head. “Turn over” She gave him a confused look. “Just do it” She turned on her side so her back faced Eisuke, and he rubbed her back soothingly. “You’ll get through this because I will be here every step of the way. Now close your eyes. You need to rest.”

[honoosenshi-a2]

@yukikorogashi — munday asks !! what are your honest thought about your muse’s canon? what are your favorite RP tropes to play? (angst, hurt-comfort, etc…)

oh boy ... i have a lot of feelings about rei's canon. for one, i will forever hate how the original 90s anime butchered her character by turning her into a boy-crazy, hot-tempered brat. in fact, i actually disliked rei immensely, especially because the old english dub took liberties with the script & made her an outright bully who took pleasure in verbally abusing people ( she reminded me too much of asuka langely soryu ). of course, once i gained access to the sub version, i liked her a bit more because i got to see her soft side, plus a more accurate script ( she's not NEARLY as harsh ) but still. i much prefer her manga characterization; the seemingly aloof, proud girl who has a passionate side with a very, very contained temper is sooo... wonderful. her terrible experiences with men & how that stems from her father's neglect is in stark contrast to how the 90s anime portrayed things.

with that in mind, i ADORE angst threads. i breathe angst & fluff. if someone could give me both, i'd be unbelievably happy.

[the-voltage-diaries]

I’ll Stay by Your Side, Every Night - Soryu Oh

For our very own, @joaxotome​; one of the sweetest, kindest, and most amazing humans I have had the honour to meet. I don’t think I write Soryu that well, because the last Soryu piece I wrote was over a year ago lmao, but I tried. I hope you like this, Joanne. Thank you for being such an amazing ball of energy who can cheer anyone up in a mere few seconds. Love you. <3

Also, since you said you love yourself some angst to love, I tried to make it come true. Cheers to me writing better Soryu fics, hahaha.

This one’s for the discord exchange, and I’d just like to take a moment to thank our very own @voltage-vixen​ for hosting this beautiful event <3!!

TW: Angst (with fluff... or so I hope.) This work is based around the ideas of abuse; mental, emotional, physical. If you are in any way uncomfortable with that, do not read this. 

“Are you going to cry now?” He smirks, his eyes glinting in a way that make the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

All I see is black as my eyelids force shut, not wanting to look at his face for a second longer, too scared to think about what will happen to me if I do.

“Hahaha,” he laughs and I sense him bending low, his face coming closer to mine. “Look at you, scared and shivering like the mess you are.” I shift uncomfortably, feeling his breath creating warm spots on my neck as his voice lowers, almost down to a whisper, “You asked for it, baby.”

“Ugh!” I jolt, my groan muffled against the cloth stuffing my mouth when I feel his fingers stroke the sides of my waist, teasing, testing the waters.

And then, before I know it, his palm comes to rest on my chin and in one swift motion his fingers pull out the dirty piece of fabric gagging me. My eyes burn with unshed tears at the pain in my mouth, caused by the sudden pull, and I take a deep breath, refusing to admit defeat in front of this bastard.

It’s okay. It’s okay. It’ll be okay. I’ll survive. I know I will. At least I hope I will.

“Baby,” he purrs, almost as if coaxing me, “Open those beautiful eyes of yours for me, won’t you?”

My breathing shallows and goosebumps show up on my skin at the nickname, the way he calls out to me in that god forsaken voice.

His rugged fingertips graze the corners of my jaw, almost as if luring me back into him, back into that web of pain, lies and suffering. “Look at me,” he whispers, and I shiver at the tilt in his tone, reminding me of the days when things between us started to go awry. “Don’t worry Joanne, I’m not going to hurt you.”

Just as his fingers tighten around my jaw, I hear the sound of a mobile ringing. He clicks his tongue in annoyance, and my sigh of relief goes unnoticed. I hear his footsteps as they back off and walk in the direction of the device which refuses to stop ringing.

My guess is that he picks up the incoming call, because no sooner than his feet stop do I hear him let out a muted, “What is it?” Again, I hear his footsteps move away, and then a door opens, and then it shuts. And then? Complete silence.

My uneven breaths echo in the silence so eerie you would hear it if a snail moved.

As I try to calm myself down, my mind chooses the worst distraction it possibly could have; my past with this man.

When did we become like this? Why did we become like this? What went wrong?

We had started off on such good terms. Both of us were madly in love. He was the perfect boyfriend; he would take me out on dates, message me constantly, shower me with his love, call me nicknames, spend time with me... or so I thought.

About a year into our relationship I realised how badly had I fucked up. I realised how blind I was to the changes in his behaviour; the way I didn’t notice how him taking me out on dates turned into him forcing me out when I didn’t want to go, just to show me off as his trophy girlfriend, how his constant messaging turn into something obsessive, how him showering me with his love turned into showering me with his abuses, how calling me nicknames turned into calling me a whore or a slut whenever I so much as even looked at someone else, the gender didn’t matter, how him spending time with me turned into him gluing himself to my side, never once leaving me.

Always on the look-out for when I’d commit even the slightest of errors. Because then he would unleash all his names, curses, abuses at me; making me feel like I didn’t deserve to be loved.

Well, maybe I didn’t.

Over time, those curses and abuses turned physical as he turned more violent, slapping me or beating me up for even the most minor of mistakes. Those verbal slurs turned emotional, making me feel like I didn’t deserve to be alive. Hah, what a cheeky little failure.

“Heh,” I scoff at myself, laughing at how naive I was to not realise when our love turned into something that would make most people sick to their core.

What makes me feel the most miserable about our past is that I allowed myself to be used and abused. Even when he didn’t reply to my texts, ignored me for days sometimes, and clearly had stopped even so much as glancing my way... I still hadn’t given up.

Not until that one fateful day when I saw him. In my bed. With not just one, but two bloody women.

Silly girl, one of his sex friends had said, smirking in all her naked glory, can’t you see the truth right in front of you? This is his little kingdom, and you’re not the queen anymore.

“Argh,” I groan, my thoughts coming back to the present when I feel my bound wrists numb with pain at a tear in the thin skin that covers them. Rolling my shoulders to forget about the pain for the time being, I pull at the rope tying my wrists behind my back, in futile hopes that it would come loose.

“Ah, I always loved the feisty side you hid underneath all that cute drama.”

I jump and my body freezes in its spot, my eyes widening at the proximity of his voice.

In my peripheral vision I see his face, his chin coming to rest on my shoulder with him standing right behind me.

When did he come back?

“While you were too busy reminiscing about the beautiful bubble you had created for yourself with me,” he chuckles, as if reading my mind. Looking at the way my eyes refuse to un-widen, he continues, “You were always easy to read. Now weren’t you, Joanne?”

“Why are you doing this?” I whisper, my head bent, refusing to stay up any longer.

“Because, Joanne,” he starts, a lewd smirk lining his face when I let out a choked sob on the use of my name, “I want you to have your epiphany.”

“My what?” I ask, looking up at him, wondering if I heard him right.

“Your epiphany,” he repeats. I feel the throbbing in my wrists relax as the ropes slowly come undone, surprising me. He slowly walks around me, coming to a stop just in front of me. My heart only pounds faster when I catch the glint of the knife in his hands. “I want you to realise what a useless little bitch you are without me in your life. Nobody loves you, kitten. Nobody did, nobody would.”

“Stop...” I whisper, bowing my head in defeat, trying to mute out all his words in an attempt to stop them from having their effect on me.

“You, Joanne, are a pretty little good for nothing.” He smiles, his palm resting on my shoulders. “Your friends run away from you, your peers refuse to talk to you. Ever wondered why?”

No, Joanne. Don’t listen. It’s okay. It’ll be okay. Every thing will be fine. Just breathe.

“Because, oh darling,” he murmurs, dragging the knife’s tip up my neck, slowly, “you are so very broken and no one cares to notice.”

“I trusted you,” I say, finding the courage to meet his eyes from god-knows-where. I meet his challenging gaze head on, trying to sound as angry and frustrated as I feel, “I trusted you so much.”

“Well then you can’t exactly blame me, can you? It was your mistake.”

“What the fuck do you want?!” I yell, immediately regretting it when I see how his smile turns from teasing to predatory.

“What do I want?” He mutters, bringing his face so close to mine I can feel his disgusting breath on my lips. He drags the tip of the knife lower... and lower... and lower, until it reaches my abdomen.

I can’t think.

“You want to know what I want, Joanne?”

I can’t breathe.

"I want so many things," he whispers. "I want your mind. Your strength. I want to be worth your time." 

His eyes hold me still, as if commanding me to stay where I am.

His fingers graze the hem of my top and he says, "I want this up." He tugs on the waist of my pants and says, "I want this down." He touches the tips of his fingers to the sides of my body and mutters, "I want to feel your skin on fire. I want to feel your heart racing next to mine and I want to know it's racing because of me, because you want me. 

And then I hear the sound of something sharp piercing skin, and the sound of blood oozing out. My eyes slowly travel down to look at my waist where the knife rests, buried deep in my body.

Because you never, " he breathes and pulls me up to him, and looking up, in the depths of his eyes I see the formation of something that makes me lose my mind, "never want me to stop. I want every second. I want every inch of you. I want all of it." He smirks, pushing the knife deeper into me as his fingers come to rest on my chest, where I feel my heart pound, "I want your soul."

And I drop dead, all over the floor.

“Joanne?” I hear a voice call out my name. It’s almost distant. Almost.

All I see is pitch black as I feel my heart pound out of control and my body grow hot.

“Joanne, love,” The voice says, insistent, and it’s as if my body automatically relaxes a little at the familiarity of it. “Can you hear me? Wake up, baby.”

I feel the urge to reach out and grab at the voice, and so I do. I stretch out a hand into the darkness that surrounds me, in the hopes of grasping on to something, not knowing what it is.

“JOANNE, WAKE UP!” I sense someone’s fingers curl around mine, grabbing my outstretched hand, and pulling me towards a strong, warm chest, immediately jolting me awake.

“Wha-What?” I whisper, not quite catching up with what is going on. All I see in front of me is a navy blue hoodie, covering a broad, strong frame, and I look up to meet a familiar pair of eyes, as calming and deep as the ocean.

“Hi,” he says, giving me a relieved smile. But for some reason, while my body calms down, my mind delves right back into the state of panic as I feel my nightmare overlapping with my reality.

“Get away from me!” I yell, pushing him away, and jump away from the bed, running to the opposite end of the room.

“Joanne?” He calls out, his eyes widening in surprise, maybe not expecting me to run away. Oh no, maybe I angered him. Maybe he will beat me up now. Oh no.

“Don’t take my name!” I say, covering my ears. I can still hear his voice ringing in my head, letting my name out from his sickening lips.

He gets out from the bed, slowly, steadily, and looks at me with a warm, comforting gaze, “It’s me, Joanne. It’s Soryu.”

“S-Soryu?” I murmur, slowly looking up to meet his eyes. I try to calm my ragged breathing down as I gradually start registering what is going on. But the moment he takes a step towards me, I immediately jump back.

“Love,” he coaxes, “at least let me clean you up. You’re all sweaty.”

Wait. I am?

It’s when he says that do I notice the state I am in; my face wet with tears, my body sticky with sweat and my fingers trembling with fear.

‘... Joanne, I’m not going to hurt you.’

“Come here,” Soryu says, opening his arms for me.

“Why?”

“Just come here,” he mumbles, taking a step forward.

“No!” I shout, stopping him in his tracks as I flinch away. “You’re going to hit me.”

“I’m not going to hurt you, Joanne.”

“I’ve heard those words before.”

He looks at me, his hair still a mess, and in that moment in the pale moonlight he looks more handsome and more human than I have ever seen him. “I guess I’m asking you to trust me,” he says, opening his arms wide, once again, for me to fall into. 

I stand there, shaking in fear for a moment, but when I see his deep, grey orbs look at me with so much longing and care, I finally start to take slow, deliberate steps towards him.

Within a few steps, I fall into his strong embrace, letting it consume me and make me forget about whatever I dreamed of.

When his fingers comfortingly start stroking my back with extreme patience and give me that sense of security I was so desperately searching for is when the dam breaks and all the tears I had been holding in rush out.

He stands there, silent as a graveyard, patting my back in a rhythmic pattern, not once judging.

“Why are you doing this?” I ask not being able to think of an answer myself.

“Doing what?” He murmurs, his voice muffled by my hair as he rests his mouth against my head, kissing the spot before staying there.

“Treating me like a person,” I whisper.

“I’m doing this because,” he starts, pulling away to look in my eyes. His fingers gently grab my chin, guiding my face towards his, to make sure our eyes are locked, “I love you, Joanne.”

My lips form a smile when I realise how much he means every one of his words. “I love you too, Soryu.”

He smiles, his fingertips stroking my cheek, patient. His other arm wraps around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

“What are you thinking?” I ask, my fingers reaching up to play with the soft fabric of his hoodie.

“I’m thinking of how I want-” he stops when he sees my face go pale.

‘I want your soul.’

“Never mind what I want,” he whispers, effectively stopping me from going too far into my nightmares again. “What do you want?”

“You.”

I suck a breath, surprising myself at how I don’t even waste a second to say it to him.

Always you.

“Love,” he brings his face closer to mine, his voice low, “You already have all of me.”

I gasp at the amount of emotion in his voice, the ineffable level of care those eyes hold for me, and he bends lower, his lips almost touching mine.

“May I?” he asks...

... when he doesn’t need to. I smile, gently standing on my tip-toes and pressing our lips together.

[empty-aesthetic-princess]

Over and Over Again (Soryu Fanfiction/Request)

rose-of-yonezawa said to empty-aesthetic-princess: Hello! I stumbled upon your blog and loved your piece on Mamo 😂 May I please request a prompt for Soryu with Numbers 12 and 88

Anonymous said to empty-aesthetic-princess: Hi I love your writing!! Can you do a fluff head cannon for Soryu. Whatever you want just need some happiness and Soryu is my favorite. Thanks :)

I’m gonna put these two together and hope it turns out okay! Not gonna lie, there’s some angst in the middle but it’s fluffy at the end, I swear! (:

Prompt selections taken from here:

12: "I'm pregnant." 88: "After everything...I'd still choose you."

I tapped my spatula on the side of the frying pan anxiously as I waited for Soryu's omelette to finish cooking. I had thought long and hard for three days about how to tell him I was expecting our first child but every time I planned to do it, something got in the way. Soryu and I had discussed having a family before we got married and I knew he'd be ecstatic about it. I just wanted to tell him in the perfect way and in the perfect moment but as the days quickly passed by, I knew the only thing that mattered was that I stop worrying about everything else and just tell him. 

I plated Soryu's omelette and set it down in front of him. I watched him enjoy his breakfast in silence for a moment as I took a deep breath to steady my nerves. 

"Soryu, I have something to tell you."

My husband raised his head and stared at me with intense gray eyes, his expression becoming more and more concerned with each second. 

"What's wrong?", he asked and I smiled slightly. 

"Why do you always assume something's wrong?", I asked gently and he raised an eyebrow at me curiously. 

"Force of habit", he muttered, preparing to take another big bite of his omelette.

"I'm pregnant", I said quickly and time seemed to stop. Soryu's forkfull of fluffy eggs hung in mid-air as his eyes searched my face, perhaps to see if I was kidding or not. 

You...you're pregnant?", he asked in disbelief and I slowly nodded my head. In a flash, Soryu's fork clanged against the ceramic dish and his lips were crushed against mine. I giggled against the kiss, caught off-guard by his enthusiastic reaction. I wrapped my arms around his neck and twined my fingers in his un-gelled hair. 

"Do you know if it's a boy or a girl?", he asked once we pulled away from each other.

"Soryu, it's way too early for that! I just found out about it", I said, laughing. I could see his eyes calculating things way too far into the future and I knew he was starting to worry about anything and everything. I took his face in my hands, glancing at the beautiful wedding ring he placed on my finger two years ago. 

"We'll take everything one day at a time, okay?" My words brought a slight blush to his cheeks and he smiled softly at me. 

"You've made me the happiest man in the world, _____"

Soryu pressed his lips to mine again, his hands travelling down to my stomach to rest them there protectively. 

-----

"I'm not going to ask you again, bitch! You're gonna give me the information I want or you and that bastard inside you are going to die in this room!", the man screams at me as he slaps me across the face again, harder this time. Tears are welling in my eyes but I refuse to give into him, sitting up as straight as I can in the chair I'm handcuffed to. Thankfully, he hasn't aimed his frustration at my swollen belly yet. I don't think he has the heart to hurt my baby. Yet, at least. I silently send my thoughts to my precious little man. Don't worry, sweetheart. Your Daddy will be here soon. He won't let anything happen to you. 

Another hand slap rains down on my face and a sharp yelp escapes my lips. The man grins down in sadistic satisfaction as he finally breaks the silent treatment I was giving him. I try to remain focused on happier things: my wedding day, that morning nine months ago when I told Soryu I was carrying our child, but those memories are pushed further and further away with every loud, resounding slap that echoes in the darkened room. 

The man raises his hand to hit me again and I close my eyes to try to brace myself for it, but the sound of the door being kicked down makes them fly open again. 

"Touch my woman again and I'll make you wish you were never born", Soryu's menacing voice comes from the doorway. My shoulders slump in relief and I smile at the irony: the sound of Soryu threatening someone's life is all I need to hear to make me feel safe from harm. 

The Ice Dragons file into the room and tackle my kidnapper to the ground as Soryu makes quick work of my handcuffs to release me. I fall forward into his arms and he pulls me tight to his chest, his heartbeat pounding against my ear. 

"Are you okay, baby?", he murmurs and strokes my hair soothingly.

"Yes, Soryu. We're both okay", I say and pull back to look at him. His eyes darken as he looks at my face, his fingertips grazing over where the man hit me. The skin around my right eye and cheek are tender, and I know there's probably going to be a bruise there. I flinch slightly at the contact and he curses sharply under his breath. 

"I'm so sorry, _____", he whispers to me. I'm about to tell him he has nothing to apologize for, when a strange sensation pulls deep inside my abdomen. The adrenaline I felt earlier was now gone, and it must've have brought on my labor unexpectedly. I look up at Soryu with wide eyes and let out a sharp breath.

"I think my water just broke", I murmur to my husband, who looks down at my stomach with a frantic look on his face. 

"Samejima! Bring the car around!" he yells behind him and he carefully helps me up from the chair. 

-----

Ten hours of labor later, Soryu is holding a beautiful baby boy tightly in his arms as I lovingly look up at them from my hospital bed. Ryusei's tiny fingers are in a fist around Soryu's finger and the sight brings joyful tears to my eyes. He's the spitting image of his handsome father and I can't believe how lucky I am to have both of them in my life. 

"You did so well back there", Soryu says after a moment. He carefully sits down at my bedside the large armchair and meets my exhausted gaze.

"For a moment, I was worried he wasn't ever going to come out", I say with a breathless laugh. 

"I meant before that", he whispers. A sad expression forms on his face as his unfocused eyes remember the ordeal I went through before delivering our child. 

"I'm so sorry, baby. I hate that you're constantly put in danger, but now I put our son in that same position." I gingerly place my hand on his arm and I can see all of his emotions reflected back at me in his eyes: regret, guilt, anguish. My heart lurches in my chest. He shouldn’t be feeling any of those things, especially not now.

"Please don't blame yourself. It's not your fault", I say to him as I reach over to carress my newborn son's tiny face as he dozes in Soryu's arms. 

"We're both safe and happy because of you, Soryu. You saved us, and I know you'll always be there to do that. I love you so much and I've never felt so happy in my entire life. It doesn't matter what I've been through because I'd do it all again just to be with you. After everything...I'd still choose you."

Soryu blushes a little and smiles at me. 

"I'd choose you too, _____. Over and over again.”

He reaches over slowly to meet my lips in a kiss, but Ryusei stirs in his sleep and coos loudly in protest at the sudden movement. 

We both chuckle at our baby boy and Soryu leans into kiss my forehead sweetly.

"I guess that'll have to do for now," he says and sighs, slowly rocking our bundle of joy back and forth in his arms.

[sophiie2000]

She Should Be With Me ~ Baba

Hey! 🩷

So here is the last instalment of the She Should Be Me mini series of stories I decided I would write. 😁

As always, the link to the prologue is below! ⬇️⬇️

For this series I decided I would write for the 5 original KBTBB characters, so now Eisuke, Mamoru, Soryu, Ota and Baba are all completed. 🥳

I honestly had a lot of fun writing these, even if I took a lot longer to post them than I expected! But hey, sometimes life gets in the way or sometimes inspiration for a different story hits better, and others get swept under the rug for a while! 🙃

So this is...

Baba x MC

A story of jealousy and fluff

Disclaimer ~ Characters belong to Voltage Inc. Story (and Mason's character) belong to me.

~ 4263 words

Numbness. The feeling of nothingness consumed Baba’s mind and body. The pounding of a heartbeat echoed loudly in his ears. Was it his? It must have been. Everyone else seemed miles away from him now. Surrounding her. The woman who lit up any, and every room she entered. 

Their words were muffled. He couldn’t make out what they were saying. He was dazed. As though her news had knocked him out. 

Gone?

Moved away?

Words he had hoped he would never hear her say. Especially not when they were associated with her leaving. Leaving with another man. 

Baba felt as though an ocean was between them. As though someone was binding him to the past, and freeing her to her future. He felt as though he was watching her step further and further away. All while he was shackled to the past.

He shouldn’t have been surprised. The news wasn’t really news to him. She had confided in him that she was moving in with her long-term boyfriend. That she wouldn’t be able to stay at the hotel forever. 

But what does a few conversations here and there really contribute? It never prepares you for the shock. Or losing the one you love.

But what hurt Baba the most was that he blamed himself. He was losing her, and it was his fault. 

He let her get away. She was the one. And he had let her go.

Foolish. He knew that now. He knew when you had found the perfect gem, you didn’t let it go. You kept it safe. You polished it, allowing it to shine. But he had let this jewel of a woman go.

Foolish… the word didn’t even begin to explain how he felt. 3 years… 3 years this woman had held his heart in an iron grip. a love so vivid he could still picture the beginning of it now,

He had just returned from Switzerland. Gone for a few weeks, and a few loots later, he was back with numerous items to sell at the auction. 

Paintings, pottery, jewellery… if you wanted it, Baba could probably steal it. The famous Lupin wouldn’t fail to steal something worthy of their patrons. 

Crossing the foyer of the hotel, Baba spied the new hires being shown the ropes. The usual green staff, joined with eagerness. Getting to work in the Tres Spades, under Eisuke Ichinomiya… well their excitement was always palpable. 

Yet one new hire caught Baba’s attention. His eyes drawn to her as though some gravitational force was pulling them together. 

She was calm. Smiling, yes. But not some overbearing smile that made you want to cower as it hid some sort of insanity. No… a smile that was as fresh as a spring meadow.

Breathtakingly beautiful. 

Baba was a renowned lady’s man. A flirt. But this was the first woman he felt a genuine interest in, that went beyond lust. 

She wasn’t nervous, or intimidated at the importance of those she was working for. She seemed competent. Interesting. 

Before he knew what he was doing, Baba was approaching the young maid. A toothy grin firmly in place.

“Well hello pretty lady, may I have the pleasure of learning your name?” 

A soft giggle escaped the pretty maid’s lips. Angelic. A symphony to his ears. 

“MC… and you are?”

“Baba Mitsunari, at your service. I don’t suppose I could have the pleasure of your company this evening for a drink?”

He had to shoot his shot. He wouldn’t be being himself if he didn’t. 

“Heh, I am afraid my company has already been promised to another this evening. My boyfriend”

Of course. A lady as lovely as she was bound to be taken. But this rejection wasn’t exactly new to Baba. Many rejected him. What differed with MC, was he was genuinely intrigued. Her beauty was a bonus, but she, herself, had captured his attention. 

Maybe… just maybe, he could build a friendship with her.

And he did. At first it was simple hello’s as they passed by each other in the hotel. Then it was longer pleasantries. About the weather, about a tasty dinner they had enjoyed.

Soon they learned many things about one another. One of which, was MC was abysmal at cooking. A skill Baba had perfected. 

Baba began teaching MC how to cook. 

Each week, a new dish. A new recipe to perfect. 

And each week, Baba saw MC grow. Learn new skills. And grow even more beautiful. 

Before he knew it, he had fallen in love. In love with a girl who couldn’t be his. 

Or so he had thought.

About a year after they had met, MC and her boyfriend broke up. Arguments about how much she was working had caused them to drift apart. 

Baba and MC spent much more time together after her split. Cooking became a time for her to relax and enjoy herself. And soon neither could deny how much joy they felt when spending time together. 

And so, they started dating. Baba would take her to fancy restaurants, or they would cook together and spend the evening watching films.

A sweet, innocent love. For months they were inseparable.

Until MC found out about the auctions and Baba being the infamous Lupin. How could he have kept something so big, a secret?

Hurt, MC had told Baba she needed some space. Time to think about what she had suddenly learned.

Frustrated, Baba had been unable to accept this. Leave through the door now, and it was over. Truthfully, he had been desperate for her to choose to stay. Figure it out together. 

But she had walked through the door. 

And listening to his words, she didn’t enter them as his lover again. 

They didn’t see each other for a few months after they broke up. The next time Baba saw her, they spoke as old friends. Things felt normal. Until she dropped the bombshell. 

Her and Mason had reunited.

Baba had let her go, all in the heat of a moment. All because she had wanted time to fully accept what he had told her. 

Foolish… he should have given her the time. They were meant to be together. She should’ve been with him. Moving in together, that should have been their next step.

But he had let her go.

Baba could feel the pitiful glances Ota surreptitiously gave him. His friend knew the flicker of love burned brightly in his heart. No other had come close to filling the void left by MC. 

Truthfully, everyone believed MC and Baba would end up back together. They had been smitten. Like two love sick teenagers. Their breakup heart breaking.

They all had been saddened by MC leaving. Her presence had become the normal to them. Her absence noticeable. 

Baba kept a watchful eye on MC. Her eyes flitted towards him. A burning ache passed through his heart. 

She looked at him with the same sad eyes as the ones he was sure he was showing her. For Baba knew, he was not alone in his feelings.

When MC had told Baba a few weeks earlier that she would be moving in with Mason, Baba had reacted with surprise.

Surprise because the confession came following the reminiscing of their relationship. Baba bravely shared his feelings with MC. His love hadn’t faded. She had smiled. Such a sad smile, she had shown him. But a ghost of the one he had witnessed so many times before. 

I love you too, and I am sure I always will. The words had come from her lips. But as much as he prayed she wouldn’t, she continued. But, we cannot be together Baba… Getting over you, it was the hardest thing I had to do. And I am with Mason now. I can’t hurt him. 

He understood, he did. But knowing they both loved each other, how could he just give up?

He wouldn’t. 

So, the infamous Lupin had a new target to steal. His most challenging, yet valuable target yet.

MC’s heart.

**

A few weeks had passed since MC declared she had moved in with Mason. Despite her moving out of the hotel, Eisuke had still encouraged her to accept the promotion. And so, she had been arriving to work promptly every morning, working as the penthouse maid.

This morning seemed no different.

As Baba stood dishing up his breakfast, a small knock reverberated around the room, as though right on cue. Except…

It was a knock he didn’t recognise.

It certainly didn’t belong to the woman who had enslaved his heart these past few years. That he was certain. 

Approaching his door, he welcomed the maid inside. He recognised the maid as one of MC’s closest friends, Chisato. 

“Sorry Mr Baba, I hope now is an ok time to come and tidy your suite?” The maid asked, a sorrowful smile gracing her soft features. 

“Of course, thank you… um, Chisato… wasn’t it?” He asked the maid, just to be sure.

“Yes, Mr Baba?” Chisato offered a friendly smile.

“Where is MC? Isn’t she the one who is supposed to be responsible for the cleaning of the penthouse suites?” 

He tried to hide the disappointment he felt at not being blessed with the sight of her and her smile today. To have to miss out on an opportunity to enjoy a cup of coffee together. Converse more about some random film or their dinner plans.

“Oh Mr Baba, did you not hear?” Chisato questioned, surprise evident in the way her fluffy brows met her hairline.

“Hear what?” Dread filled Baba’s tone. His palms grew sweaty as he nervously wondered what he could have missed.

“MC resigned. Yesterday was her final day. I would have thought you would have known? She had to work the two weeks’ notice period.” Chisato informed him, a sigh seeping through her tightly pouted lips. 

Baba froze. Time seemed to stop. Except it hadn’t. Time never stopped. This was what had left him in this mess. If time could stop, he would have had all the time in the world to keep MC beside him. 

He had been enjoying the comfortable friendly banter they engaged in. This ‘friendship’ they coexisted in. Two people, who knew they loved each other, but could never be together…

That wasn’t how it was meant to be. This wasn’t how their story was supposed to end.

How could he let their story end? Not when she meant so much more to him than any other.

“Mr Baba?” Chisato’s voice roused him from his musing.

“My apologies Chisato. Do you know why she left?”

“The commute was too strenuous, Sir. She was becoming overly tired, and was missing out on time at home with Mason. They both agreed she would seek employment within a closer vicinity of their home. I believe she informed Mr Ichinomiya of her new work place?”

So Eisuke knew. He knew and chose not to tell him. Frustration boiled in him, he was enraged at the fact Eisuke had kept something like this to himself. 

His anger left him restless. He fled from his suite in search of the man responsible for his ire. 

He was not searching long. The man he sought, sat drinking his coffee, in the lounge. The sight of the man sipping his coffee so nonchalantly fuelled the flames of anger even more.

“EISUKE, YOU IDIOT!” Baba bellowed, his rage controlling him. 

His fists gripped Eisuke by his shirt, shaking from how tightly he held him. Yet the latter just eyed him coolly. He said nothing. Nor did he try fight back. 

“How could you let her leave and not say a single thing to me about it? How could you, when you knew how I felt about her?” Baba’s anger was less convincing now. He sounded broken. He was broken. 

Eisuke easily retrieved his now crumpled shirt from Baba’s grip, and sat back down. Once again sipping his coffee. 

“You know… her coffee was always the best coffee I drank.” Eisuke spoke, his tone firm but quiet. Almost reminiscent.

Baba looked at him, waiting for him to continue 

“I didn’t want her to leave either, Baba. Her presence was comforting, if not slightly exasperating at times. She was a nuisance. But she was a nuisance that I didn’t mind. She cared. She listened to us all, and despite who we all are, she accepted us. She was a good friend to us all.” 

Eiskuke paused for a moment. He looked at Baba. His eyes showing a flicker of emotion, one usually missing from the man’s eyes.

“So as her friend, I listened to her, too. When she told me, she wanted to leave the hotel, I encouraged her to stay. Out of a selfish desire to keep her here. I also listened when she came to me again, this time with her resignation letter. I listened as she wept, explaining that despite loving working here, and wishing she could continue, she had chosen to move in with Mason and the travelling was too much. So… as her friend, and her boss, I accepted her resignation letter as the decision she made. And I did her one last curtesy. When she asked me not to tell you, I didn’t” 

Eisuke got to his feet and began striding from the room. Baba hastily reached out to grab his arm. 

“Chisato said she told you where she was working now. Where has she gone, Eisuke?” Baba pleaded with the other man. 

“As I said, her coffee was always the best” 

Those were the final words Eisuke spoke, before pulling free of Baba’s grasp and stalking from the room.

Baba felt confused. He knew Eisuke was a man of few words. What he had been graced with was a plethora of words, yet an obscure clue. All he knew was, he desperately wanted to find MC.

**

A month had passed, and Baba was still none the wiser. Eisuke had continued to refuse to divulge MC’s whereabouts to him. While MC still wasn’t responding with any clues of her own.

When Baba had questioned Chisato and a few others regarding MC’s whereabouts they informed him they had been sworn to secrecy. It appeared MC was taking their game of hide and seek seriously. 

Fine. Finding the greatest treasures always felt better after a tough search. 

The only thing that bothered Baba was the longer he took to find her, the longer he was without her. So far it had been just over 6 weeks. Yet it felt like eternity without her. 

He had been spiralling when Ota approached him with a proposition. He needed to meet a client in the city across from them. He invited Baba to go with him. Get some fresh air. Put thoughts of MC aside for a day at least. 

Baba knew this was his friend’s way of being kind. So, he accepted. One day without overwhelming himself in his search for MC wouldn’t set him too far back. Heck, he had barely made any progress at all, anyway!

A dainty little coffee shop, with a cute rustic vibe was the destination they were headed for. Ota would be meeting his client inside to discuss his latest commission. Heading inside, Baba’s eyes were immediately drawn to the back of the woman working behind the counter. 

Her long hair was tied in two loose braids. Strands of hair waved down her cheeks. Her delicate frame danced from one end of the counter to another, working efficiently to make customers’ orders. 

She didn’t need to turn around for Baba to feel his heart rate spike. Beating a mile, a minute. He knew, even without seeing her face, without hearing her sonorous voice. It was her.

“Welcome to La Casetta del Caffè, what can I get you?” her usual cheery tone blessed his ears with her words. It had been too long since he had heard her voice. Too long since he saw her face. 

“MC?! You work here?” Ota exclaimed, his voice being what finally drew the young woman’s attention to them. 

“Ota? B-baba?!” She stumbled as she spotted them. Yet the smile that lit up her features said everything she did not. 

She raced around to the men, embracing them both tightly. 

“MC… how have you been?” Ota asked.

“Oh, you know, busy! Learning a new job and keeping a home running is challenging!” MC smiled, “I’ve missed you guys, how are the others doing?” 

“They’re fine… Eisuke misses your coffee” Baba spoke, somewhat hesitant to divulge that little tidbit about Eisuke.

The young woman laughed. A laugh so joyous, it filled others with that very same joy. Baba felt warm and fuzzy. His heart swelled to be near her again. 

Finally, he had found her. 

Ota had politely excused himself upon noticing his client waiting in the far corner of the café. Since it was time for MC’s break, she headed to a table outside with Baba so they could talk away from the hustle and bustle of the busy café. 

“So, how have you been?” MC asked, somewhat nervously. 

“I, uh, I’ve been busy… spent a lot of time searching for a run away.” Baba joked, scratching the nape of his neck nervously. 

“I’m sorry I left without saying goodbye…”

“Why did you? Leave without saying goodbye, I mean.” Baba asked, desperate to know.

“Because I couldn’t. I didn’t want to say goodbye to you Baba. I mean… it was always us. Part of me always believed it would be again… and saying goodbye, well that would mean if never could be us again…” MC shuddered, it was clear she was upset. 

“What if… what if it could be ‘us’ again?” Baba asked, placing his large rough hand atop of MC’s smaller, softer one.

“I-it can’t…” MC whispered, her voice breaking as she pulled her hand away. “I moved away… with Mason. He’s kind, Baba… I… I can’t hurt him… not over some selfish desire on my part.”

“But MC… I love you. And I know you love me. Surely, if we love each other, you should be with me?” Baba pleaded, his eyes glistening with raw emotion. 

“Baba… sometimes love isn’t enough for things to work… if it was, we wouldn’t have ended up how we did before…” 

Her words wounded him. As though an arrow had been shot right through his heart. Love not enough? Of course, he knew that. relationships took hard work to maintain. But he was willing to put all that work in for her. For them.

“MC please. Please think about this. If you still want to choose Mason after you’ve really thought about it, I will accept that as your answer. But if… if even a small part of you thinks we could be together, then come home. Come home to me, and I promise I won’t let you walk out that door again… I’ll wait until I hear from you to know your answer… but I won’t bother you again”

Squeezing MC tightly once more, Baba headed back into the café to await the end of Ota’s meeting. He spared breaking his heart further by glancing back at MC… if he had, he may have noticed when another male took his place before her.

**

The weekend soon came around, and Baba had not spoken with MC since his and Ota discovered her working in the dainty café. 

He shouldn’t have been surprised it had been radio silence from her since his surprising proposition. But it hurt nonetheless that they had not been speaking this last week. 

Questions whirled in his mind. Had she made up her mind? Did she choose him? Did she choose Mason?! Would she text him to say what she had chosen straight away? Or leave him waiting… wondering?

His mind was in overdrive. And not just during day light. His mind seemed to become even more active at night. He would toss and turn in bed, trying to settle and sleep. But she would occupy his thoughts. 

God, waiting for her to decide was torturous. It had only been one week. What if this went on for weeks? A month? Surely, she would not let his misery continue that long? Right?

Evening soon fell on what was, once again, an unproductive day for Baba. Much the same as the previous 6 days, Baba had spent the day meticulously cleaning the suite.

Clearing space in his drawers and cupboards for MC to occupy with her own belongings. She hadn’t even said she’d chosen him, yet he still wanted to prepare her a little space in case she did…

Was he just being foolish?

Settling down on his sofa with a beer in hand, Baba stared at his phone, as though he could miraculously manifest her phoning him.

Ridiculous. 

Sighing, he let his head fall forward, his bangs covering his face.

When a vibration caught his attention. His phone, perched on the table, was buzzing. Had he… did he… manifest a phone call?

Looking at the screen he read the name of the one person who’s voice he wished to hear so desperately. 

“MC?!” He quickly spoke after his scramble to answer the phone.

“Hey Baba, sorry to call so late. I hope you weren’t too busy?”

Her voice still soothed him, like the gentlest lullaby. 

“N-No I wasn’t doing anything.”

“Oh, good. Sorry it’s taken so long for me to call.”

“It’s fine, MC. I told you, you could have all the time you needed.”

God… did he sound desperate? Or too nonchalant? This was stressful. Why was she calling? Had she decided? 

His heart rate spiked at the possibility. 

“So, uh, Baba… I have to ask… what you said, before at the café… did you really mean it? Did you really it mean it when you said it could be ‘us’?”

“Every word, MC.” 

His grip naturally tightened around his phone. This was it. She had decided.

“Baba… it’s you. It’s always been you, and it is always going to be you.” 

The words he was desperately praying for tumbled from her lips. Racing towards his door he quickly responded,

“I’m coming to get you, where are you right now?!” 

Yet before she could respond he swung his suite door open. Standing there, at his door, was MC. Phone still pressed to her ear.

“I’m here…”

Those were the only words she managed to speak before Baba had pressed his lips to hers in a warm, fierce kiss. Enclosing her body in an embrace, they stumbled back inside his suite, the door swiftly closing behind them. 

Their lips didn’t leave one another, as they made their way haphazardly towards the bedroom. Their hands sought each other with practiced moves. Neither forgetting exactly where the other liked to be touched.

Honeyed moans, and gasps was all that could be heard as the night drew on, and the two made up for the time they had lost. 

A long night awaited them both…

**

Baba held MC close. Their sweat glistened bodies, enmeshed together within the sheets. His fingers brushed through her locks, enjoying the feel.

“So, uh, I know this is a really weird thing to ask, straight after we’ve just slept together, and all… but uh, what happened with Mason?” Baba asked the question he had dreaded mentioning.

“We ended things. Mutually. He, uh, he saw us talking that day at the café. He heard what you said and he asked me how I felt. I told him I was confused at the time and needed some time to think it over. He was kind. He let me think about it properly. A couple of days ago we sat down to talk again. I told him the truth. About how I still loved you, and despite honestly caring about him, it wasn’t the same. Mason understood. He told me about how he had been grateful that I’d tried to leave everything behind for him, but in the end… he encouraged me to be selfish. To come home.”

“He’s a good guy, eh?” Baba grumbled. 

“Why does him being a good guy make you grumble sweetie?” MC laughed, prodding Baba’s pouting lips. Lingering a little longer, running her fingertip over the mouth that not so long ago was seeking out her body.

“If he wasn’t such a nice guy, it would be easier to hate the guy. Yet he encouraged you to come back to me, he wanted you to be happy. Now I’ve got to be thankful for him” 

Baba continued to pout. MC giggled, seeing her lover in such a state. Seeing that she was enjoying this, Baba felt both his mischief and lust grow.

“Well… I guess I can spend the rest of my life thanking him by loving you thoroughly” Baba whispered in a honeyed tone. His lips ghosting his lovers’ ear, before descending down to kiss her nape.

MC’s hands slipped into his hair encouraging his ministrations to continue. And Baba was not one to disappoint the desires of a lover. 

As they exchanged kisses, and let their hands dance over one another’s bodies. Baba finally felt full again.

He had caught his greatest treasure. And this time, he would polish the gem in front of him, to allow it to fully dazzle. For he now knew just how irreplaceable this particular gem was.

She was home. In his arms, where she belonged. And this time, he wouldn’t let her walk out, through any doors again. 

[tomhollandhasnolips]

soryu: the memories we made are the actual treasure

mamoru: u literally almost killed me by accident

soryu: that wasn't an accident

[im-not-obsessed-i-promise7]

Be Brave my Love

Eisuke Ichinomiya Fluff

______ laid there in their shared bed, tears streaming down her face caused by from what a guest in the hotel just said to her. “Why would they hire such a dumb woman to work in this hotel, we deserve better” It brought her on this downward spiral of everything she has ever thought about herself in the past.

You’re not smart enough

You’re not pretty enough

No one will ever love you

You’ll never have a happily ever after

People don’t really like you, they’re faking it

She couldn’t get the thoughts to stop going through her head, her self-esteem has always been low, she was hurt by someone she trusted in her teens, and ever since then she has never been able to recover. She has questioned everything in her life, does this person really like me, are they using me. Which in some cases has been true, they would be her friend in school, copy off of her during tests, homework and then afterwards never speak to her again and be the main instigator of the bullying she faced. When she moved to college she thought she would find friends that would like her for her and was in turn hurt again by them. She ended up putting walls up so high and difficult to infiltrate so she wouldn’t get hurt again.

Then, she met Eisuke Ichinomiya.

He tore her walls down, he showed her what it felt like to be loved, he made her realize what it means to be loved even if he never directly told her, she felt love from him. She was able to be vulnerable around him and others and she was a able to open up herself again to others which she hasn’t been able to do in years. But, all it takes is one comment from an asshole to make her feel useless and insecure and take her back to her previous self. And when she was alone, as she was now, it always hit the hardest.

Eisuke was coming home tonight, he’s been gone for a business conference for three days and he tried to take her with him but ____ is a hard worker, and stubborn she told him she would be fine and that she would take care of the penthouse suite for him while he was gone. ______ laid there for a few hours and she didn’t realize she had cried herself to sleep still in her maid uniform, hair still up in a high bun that she wore for work and with her face puffy and nose red from crying.

Eisuke walked into the suite expecting to hear a clatter in the kitchen, a scurry of footsteps to meet him at the door once she heard the door open only to no avail nothing came of it. He strained his hearing listening for his fiancée and then heard a soft sniffle from the bedroom. He slipped off his shoes and dropped his suitcase at the door to go investigate and he saw the state of her laying in the bed. He grew furious that someone had made her cry and texted his right hand man Soryu to get him security camera footage of _____ from today while she was working. He sat next her on the bed and ran his hand along her hair still tight in her bun. Silently his phone went off and Soryu sent him a video footage from four hours before of a hotel guest screaming at her. _____ had kept it together in front of the guest but the second the guest turned away _____ had broken down, hung her head and walked towards the elevator, apparently to the penthouse so she wouldn’t cry in front of the guests.

Eisuke always tries to keep her self esteem high, she was his woman after all she has no reason to feel this way. But, he knew something had set her off years ago and her self esteem and courage was always going to be low and that it was going to be hard to keep her standing tall. Eisuke look at _____ and delicately rolled her over slightly so he could get in the bed next to her and he put his arms around her and held her tight to his chest. _____ woke up drowsily and opened her eyes to see Eisuke staring off into space.

“ Oh I’m sorry I didn’t greet you at the door I must of drifted off”

“What did that guest say to you?” Eisuke said back to her.

_____ flinched, he already knew something happened. She looked down at herself and realized she was still in her work clothes and chided herself. “Of course he knows what happened I didn’t even try to clean myself up before he came home” ____ thought.

“______” Eisuke said firmly, “What did he say to you”

“He questioned why someone would hire me since I’m such a dumb woman, and that he deserved better Eisuke. I’m just off today I must of just not done my job correctly it’s fine”

“ No it’s not, no one and I mean NO ONE will talk down to my staff, especially you” Eisuke sighed.

“Baby, you are the brightest woman I know, you are the only person I talk to when things get to hard. You are not dumb in anyway possible. And you are excellent at your job, you take of the guests like they are royalty no matter who they are. You deserve all the praise in the world”

______ sniffled, she was trying to hold back the tears. “Only you see me that way Eisuke”

Eisuke pulled her to him and pressed his lips softly on hers, kissing her as her tears started to fall. He wiped her tears away with the pads of his thumb and gently kept kissing her. He sat up with her and softly pulled the hair pins out of her hair letting her hair loose making it cascade down from her head to the middle of her back. “Baby, I’ll protect you forever you know that right?”

______ looked at him and nodded, “I know Eisuke, I wish I was stronger for you, you deserve a stronger woman”

“You’re strong ______, you’re brave and don’t worry I’ll never want anyone else on this planet, you’re it for me. I’ll build back up your self esteem so you can show the world what you already show me.

Tears started falling again from ______ eyes. Eisuke picked her up and took her to the en-suite where he took her maids uniform off and took her into the shower. Quickly stripping himself he got into the shower with her and under the cascading water he cradled ______ against him as she cried and stayed there till she was all cried out.

Later that night, after Eisuke had put ____ to bed he slipped out of bed and looked out the window at the nightscape in front of him and made a call to Soryu.

“What Eisuke it’s 3AM”

“Take care of that man who yelled at ____ today”

“How do you want me to do that”

“I don’t care what you do, just get him out of my hotel before _____ starts her shift tomorrow”

“Fine Eisuke”

Soryu hung up and Eisuke glanced back at his love asleep in his bed. He walked back to the bed and slid under the covers and brought her towards him and kissed her on the forehead.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you, just be brave my love”

[otomefoxystar]

I have an amazing idea could you write it please? Okay so in this kbtbb fic idea Mc (us) dies and they get a chance to redo that day on one condition which is giving up all their riches it can be Eisuke or honestly any of them that’s rich like oda soryu etc

Oh Goodness I went off the deep end on this one! It went way longer than I intended. Anyways I hope you like it

[kiserusmoke]

Can you do a story where MC starts dating Eisuke, Sor, Jumin or Saeran because she feels bad. And as she starts to tell them they are over or as she is gathering courage to break it off, she realizes that she is in love with them.

The Missing Piece

Summary: She knew now that all of her worrying and suffering was in vain, for Soryu was the puzzle piece she didn’t realize her picture was missing.

Mc doubts her relationship with Soryu until she realized there was more to the picture. Ultimate fluff. Also tagging @fromthedeskofelizabeththird since she’s my fave Soryu stan. AO3 Link 

He wasn’t the right man for her. Her mind echoed the thought like a drum, a seemingly endless drone that wore away at her self-esteem until she lay awake that night. Her mind was fighting itself, weighing the pros and cons of continuing their relationship. She pushed the covers off of herself and sat up in bed, the darkness of the room seeming to suffocate her. Her hand found the back of her neck, and she remembers all the times he would kiss her there; soft lips meeting even softer skin in a moment of intimacy. She shook her head, bringing her mind back to the present. 

She deserved stability, her mind reminded her as she thought of all the times she wandered into the Ice Dragon headquarters, seeing the dozens of men that put their life on the line for their leader. She wasn’t naive, she knew their pressed suits and dazzling smiles would return to headquarters later that evening soaked with someone else’s blood. The hands that waved at her and opened her doors were more accustomed to holding guns, tools more suited for pain than a life of service. The fact that so many lives were dedicated to the man she loved gave her a sinking feeling in her chest; she was acutely aware that this was a kingdom that she should never be royalty for. She deserves openness, her mind urged as she recalls a particularly disturbing night with Soryu. She awoke to the sound of the suite door opening, a sound that normally signaled a warm embrace and a kiss to the forehead. Coming out of the bedroom to meet him, she quickly realized this was not one of those nights. A cold, metallic scent radiated off of him and his suit jacket hung awkwardly on his frame. Switching the light on, she could make out the blood that had soaked through his dress shirt. His tie was disheveled and loose, like he had been wretched around by it. Making her way over to him, her hands reached out to touch his bruised face. She felt an unnatural coldness as he pushed her away and shut himself in the bathroom. He didn’t return to their shared bed that night, and she had never felt so far away from him. She deserves understanding, her mind cried at her as she remembered the hushed phone call that tore him from her side the night of their first dinner together in months. Flashing her an apologetic smile, Soryu excused himself to the bedroom to speak in urgent tones to whoever was on the other end of the line. It wasn’t like she could understand the conversation anyway, his steadfast Cantonese revealing that the call was most likely business. She sighed and turned back to the table, watching the candles she lit burn out slowly. His raised tone makes her flinch, her imagination wandering to the darkest of thoughts of bodies being tossed into the sea or rival gangs being targeted. Though he was only a room away, she couldn’t help but feel the distance may as well have been an ocean apart. Coming back to the present, she balled the sheets in her hands and brought them up to her chest. Falling back into the pillows with a sigh, she knew that their differences would be the driving force that pulled them apart. She turned her head slightly to face the empty spot next to her. She knew if she leaned in, she could smell Soryu’s cologne imbedded in the sheets. It was another night alone, the familiar scene becoming all too common between the lovers. She knew it was for the best, as he was meeting with a rival gang leader outside of the city to eliminate the risk that the plan would backfire and she would be targeted. It took a few seconds for the words to work themselves out in her head, but when they did she jolted out of bed with a start. Every action, regardless of how cold or awkward it seemed, was done in her best interest. The thought made her head spin, and she covered her mouth with her hand in shame. She was given stability, she realized as she looked at her moments in the Ice Dragon headquarters with fondness. She was surrounded by men who didn’t have to give her a second look, but they went out of their way to make her feel comfortable. Their dedication to her lover made them trade sneers for charming smiles, to take time out of their day to make small talk when they would normally keep to themselves. She realized that Soryu spoken ahead of time with his men so they would ensure she felt welcome in the mafia headquarters. It was his own form of family, and this was Soryu’s way of making her feel a part of it. The thought of it made tears sting her eyes. She was given openness, her mind corrected her when she thought of that fateful night that he returned battered and bruised. She realized most people wouldn’t even return home, yet Soryu unceremoniously dragged himself back to their shared suite despite knowing she’d be waiting for him. The fact that he likely went out of his way to come home when he had his own residence at the Ice Dragon headquarters meant he trusted her not to judge his state, to show concern instead of disgust for his worn down body. The sight of purple and blue bruises adorning his flesh had disturbed her in the moment, but she thought back at it now with the bittersweet feeling she could only akin to acceptance for the man she loved.

She was given understanding, the thought crept up on her in one final blow. At the time, leaving a rare dinner together to accept a work call seemed like a cheap way to weasel out of a date. She remembers drumming her fingers on the tabletop, the sound mingling with the urgent Cantonese coming from the other room. The feeling of annoyance and the sting of abandonment faded away when he returned to the table with another apologetic smile. He explained the situation, and hearing the name of a particularly dangerous gang escape his lips humbled her once-bruised ego. She was conscious of the fact that his urgent tone was only to protect her, to seal a deal quickly so she wouldn’t become their next target. In an effort to show she understood his behavior, she had reached out and given his hand a soft squeeze. With all of the memories coming back to her in one swift rush, she could only sit on the foot of the bed with her head in her hands. Her fingers wove through her chestnut locks, as if her  fingertips were the only thing rooting her to this moment in time. She knew now that all of her worrying and suffering was in vain, for Soryu was the puzzle piece she didn’t realize her picture was missing. His unconventional career choice and methods for showing his love only made the warmth in her heart spread throughout her body, as if she suddenly contained so much love for him that she would surely burst. Hot tears made their way down her face, but they were not ones of sorrow. She snapped back to the present when she heard the quiet click of the door, the back of her hand quickly wiping the tears from her cheeks.  She sprung from the bed and made her way to the entryway, the familiar sight of Soryu’s tall frame drawing her in like he was the home her heart had been waiting for. “Welcome home” she said softly, her melodic voice reaching his ears and drawing a soft smile on his features. She stretched on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek, drawing her arms around his neck like they were molded to fit there perfectly. He let out a small chuckle as he wrapped his arms around her waist. “You don’t normally greet me at the door, what’s with the change of pace?” he asked with amusement, his features remarkably tender as he looked down at her. She merely smiled in return, her lips finding their way to his for a moment. “I just love you, that’s all” she replied, her voice a whisper for she feared it would break if she spoke any louder. With large hands, he cupped her face in them and brought their lips together again and again, soft pecks turning to slow and languid kisses tinted with passion. She could feel his lips curl into a smile as they parted just enough so he could speak. “I love you, too”.

[siouxxiie]

𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗪𝗛𝗢 𝗜 𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥

𝗪𝗛𝗢 𝗜 𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥

GENSHIN IMPACT : Yanfei, Chongyun, Traveler(Only Lumine), Zhongli, Xingqiu, Venti, Keqing, Bennet, Razor, Noelle, Xiangling, Beidou, Barbara, Amber, Yun Jin, Ninggguag, Jean, Lisa, Kaeya, Sucrose, Thoma, Sayu(strictly platonic only), Gorou, Fischl, Diona(strictly platonic only), Xinyan, Rosaria, Sara, Xiao, Tighnari, Cyno, Sangomiya Kokomi and Hu Tao

NEON GENESIS EVANGELION : Asuka Langley Soryu, Rei Ayanami, Shinji Ikari

BUNGOU STRAY DOGS : Edogawa Ranpo, Doppo Kunikida, Ryūnosuke Akutagawa, Osamu Dazai, Chūya Nakahara, Atsushi Nakajima

TWISTED WONDERLAND : Malleus Draconia, Idia Shroud, Epel Felmier, Azul Ashengrotto, Jamil Viper, Riddle Rosehearts, Cater Diamond + more!

BANG DREAM : all the characters

YOUR TURN TO DIE : Gin Ibushi(strictly platonic only), Reko Yabusame, Shin Tsukimi, Nao Egokoro, Hinako Mishuku, Ranmaru Kageyama, Naomichi Kurumada, Anzu Kinashi, Alice Yabusame + more

OMORI : Sunny, Kel, Aubrey, Hero, Basil

(For the other fandoms I do, you can request them and any character you’d like and etc, but if it’s a very underaged child(like Klee and qiqi for example) then it’s going to only be platonic and that’s that)

WHAT I WILL WRITE

all genre’s (except au’s…)

angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, etc

any readers nationalities

any body type of the readers (without romanizing it)

any type of readers

platonic and romantic

any gender reader (but not the ones i put down below that mock these genders)

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE FOR

Any of the au’s

teacher x student (💀)

smut or mature contact

to much gorey stuff

bad genders reader like animesexual, dracosexual, zoophile, and a lot more

pedophile stuff

suicide

ships or character x character

that’s basically it! :)

[the-voltage-diaries]

“This way is more efficient.” “This way is going to get us killed.” - Soryu Oh

For @joaxotome​ 

THIS WAS THE CANON I WAS INITIALLY WORKING ON LOL

“Do you need water? Ice? Blanket?” I ask, walking over to the other side of the  bed, “Should I turn down the AC?”

“... Soryu, darling,” Joanne mutters, looking up at me through her half-lidded eyes, “Stop acting like it’s the end of the world.”

Should I get her admitted to a hospital? I think I should also have them get her on an IV drip.

“Sor, are you listening?”

What if she loses consciousness?! I need to work fast. Think Soryu, think.

“Babe?”

“You know what,” I pick up my phone, not registering what she said, “I’m going to call Luke over. We’ll get you to the hospital.”

“AH!” She shrieks, immediately stopping me dead in my tracks... before the panic sets in.

“Good lord, are you okay?!” I rush over to where she is, lying on the bed, “What happened?”

“Now that I have your attention,” she sniffs, her nose turning an apple red, “Stop worrying so much. It’s just a cold.”

“And a fever.”

“And a fever, yes,” she rolls her eyes and coughs out a laugh, “It’s not the end of the world, baby.”

Sure feels like it to me.

“I just need some sleep and I’ll be okay in no time,” she grabs my hand, covering it with her own.

I sigh in defeat, met with her gorgeous brown orbs which are usually an amalgamation of sheer joy, too much excitement and multiple emotions at the same time. Now, they just look exhausted.

Trying to convince myself that she will be okay in no time, I nod, my fingers reaching up to stroke her hair. She gives me a tired smile and closes her eyes, her breaths gradually forming a slow rhythm as she falls into a deep slumber.

“Do you have any idea how much you worry me, woman?” I mutter, caressing her face, knowing full well she can’t hear me.

I stroke her hair one last time and give her hand a squeeze, letting her warmth linger for a bit, before getting up. I turn down the lights and pull the blanket up a little more over her to ensure she doesn’t get cold. 

Straightening my back, I turn around and walk towards the door, thinking about the things I could do to help her get better faster.

Hm... when I was under the weather the last time, she made me some porridge. Maybe I should make some for her too.

Deciding on my task for the day, I close the door to our room behind me and look in the direction of the kitchen, starting to feel a little nervous.

Oh well, how hard could it possibly be?

Very hard, I learn soon enough.

“Oh, fuck!” I hiss, pulling my hand back. I bring my now red index finger to my lips, trying to cool it down while my feet carry me towards the sink. “Damn it,” I mutter, putting my finger under cold running water.

A porridge is supposed to be an easy dish to cook. Or so the internet says, anyway.

Shaking my head in defeat, I rub my finger to ease the pain...

...very conveniently forgetting that the flame on which the porridge was cooking was still on.

Uh, what’s that weird smell? Is something burning?

I sniff the air around me, trying to find out the source of the strange smell. After a few moments, I shrug, not being able to come up with a reasonable cause for it and turn around to try my hand at cooking again.

Oh no.

There is the source I was looking for, right in front of me.

Oh hell no.

I snap out of my trance and rush to the stove, trying to get the pan off the flame. My attempts only make things worse when the pan accidentally slips from my grip and the rice fall over the open flame, immediately starting a fire.

Oh no no no no no no. Fucking shit!

I scramble around, trying to find a way to stop the fire before it spreads anywhere else.

“Oh, for the love of god,” I murmur, putting something that I assume is a pressure cooker under running water, filling it up. “Where in the world does the fire extinguisher go when I need it?!”

“... Soryu?”

... Shit.

I slowly look in the direction of the voice and find none other than my girlfriend, Joanne, peeking into the kitchen. Her eyes, though still a little red as a side effect of her constant sneezing earlier, are as wide as saucers.

“Joanne, go back to the bed, I’ll handle this.”

“The space under the stove!” She yells, ignoring my instruction.

“What?”

“The fire extinguisher! It’s in the empty space under the stove!” She repeats, pointing hurriedly in it’s direction. “QUICK!!”

At her persistence, I finally snap out of it and grab the extinguisher and get to work on figuring out its mechanisms.

Soon enough, the kitchen fire I created is put out and Joanne and I are standing in the kitchen, with her looking at me with accusatory eyes.

“Go back to the bed, Joanne,” I start, turning her around and giving her a little push towards the direction of our room, “I’ll cook you something.”

“Cook me something?!” She turns around, her eyes wide with exasperation. “Soryu, there’s no need for it. I’ll make myself something.”

“Love,” I call out, “This way is more efficient.”

“This way is going to get us killed.”

“But I-”

“Leave the cooking to me, Sor.”

“Let me, Joanne. I can whip something up,” I grab her by the shoulders, stopping her from going further into the kitchen. “I was making you porridge, it’s just that I accidentally forgot to turn off the flame.”

“Soryu, you were cooking the porridge in a pan.”

“The instructions said to cook it in a pan.”

“You were making it in a frying pan, for the love of god.”

“Uh...?” I trail off, confused. Was a normal pan supposed to be different from a frying pan?

“Never mind,” she mutters, turning back towards the stove, “I’ll whip us something.”

“You’re unwell. Let me do it, I promise I’ll not mess it up this time.”

“Sor,” she says, her fingers reaching up to hold my face, her thumb stroking my jaw. “I love you from the bottom of my heart, but I don’t trust your cooking. Stay out of my kitchen.”

I sigh, knowing I will never win this argument. I raise my arms in defeat, but I still stick around while she cooks, just to be on the safe side.

Soon enough, she whips up something that smells delicious for not just herself but also me, and we enjoy a warm meal together.

I keep an eye on her throughout, never once letting her out of my sight for the fear of not being there in case her fever goes too high.

After we are done eating, I let her sit in the living room for a bit while I wash the dishes and clean up the mess I made, sighing at the utter disaster I ended up creating.

I should probably not step in here again anytime soon.

Once I am done, I walk back out to the living room only to find my girlfriend there, lying on the couch with her eyes closed. Cracking a smile at her adorable self, I walk over to her and bend down, wrapping her up in my arms.

I pick her up, and once I’m sure I have her in a secure grip, I start taking steps in the direction of our room. 

I open the door with one hand, careful not to wake her up, and lead us to the bed. Slowly putting her under the covers to make sure her sleep doesn’t break, I cover her with a blanket and stoop down, kissing her gently on the forehead.

Sleep well, love.

As soon as I turn around in order to let her sleep in peace, I feel her soft fingers grab on to mine, even if it’s just a light touch. “... stay...” she mumbles, half-asleep, and I can’t help but chuckle lightly at her adorable self.

“Of course,” I whisper, walking over to the other side of the bed and getting in. I pull the covers over myself too, and move closer to her. 

I gently lift her head and place my arm under it, before setting it down on my arm. My other arm wraps itself around her waist securely and pulls her closer to me, and I let out a content sigh at the way her body fits perfectly with mine.

“Mm... you’re warm,” She murmurs, settling into me and becoming comfortable.

“I wish I could say the same about the porridge,” I whisper, chuckling when I hear her giggle.