#I’ll think of a reward later I guess

[yeyayeya]

What a man

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[solarmorrigan]

Tastes Better on You

For the @steddie-spooktober day 3 prompt: Apples Rated: T | Words: 736 | CW: None | Tags: established relationship, fluff, Steve Harrington and Dustin Henderson have a sibling relationship, modern AU, it barely matters though, it's mostly just so we can worry a little less about homophobia Divider credit: @steddiecameraroll-graphics

Cold weather agrees with Steve, Eddie thinks.

He stands back and takes a moment to appreciate it: the color in Steve’s cheeks, the sweater pulling snug across his shoulders, the way the breeze ruffles his hair. He stands at the edge of the pumpkin patch, arms crossed over his chest, a little smile on his face as he watches the kids pick the field over for victims to be carved later that afternoon. He’s limned perfectly in afternoon sunlight, golden and shining and beautiful.

And all Eddie’s.

Eddie shakes himself out of his reverie and heads back over with the spoils of his trip to the refreshment stand.

“Your drink, milord,” he blusters, holding a cup of hot cider up for Steve to take.

Steve blinks in surprise at the cup suddenly thrust into his field of vision before he takes it with a smile and a “thanks, babe,” further rewarding Eddie with a kiss on the cheek.

Eddie beams. He hadn’t wanted anything from the concession stand himself—he knows they’ll be roasting the pumpkin seeds later in the evening and he knows he’s going to eat a metric fuckton of them, so he might as well save room—but this right here is exactly why he’d volunteered to go get something for Steve. He settles back into place next to him and looks out over the field.

“Are you going to pick out a pumpkin, too?” Eddie asks.

Steve, caught mid-sip, hums and shrugs. “I don’t know,” he hedges once he’s swallowed. “I don’t really like cleaning them out, getting all that slimy shit on your skin. Feels weird.” He gives a theatrical little shudder, and Eddie grins.

Back in high school, everyone had been able to see the deliberate care Steve had put into his clean-cut appearance, but Eddie never would have guessed that he could be downright persnickety at times. He loves being privy to it.

“How about I help?” he offers. “I’ll deal with the slimy shit, and we can carve it together.”

Steve sends him a sidelong glance, cautious and considering; he’s still thrown sometimes by how genuine Eddie is in his interest, in his affection. He isn’t used to having people meet him halfway, but he’s getting there.

“We could do that, yeah,” he finally says, hiding his smile in another sip of cider. “This is really good, by the way, thanks.”

“The cider?”

“Mm,” Steve hums around the rim of the cup.

“Mind if I try some?” Eddie asks.

Shaking his head, Steve swallows and offers Eddie the cup. Eddie has other ideas.

He gently pushes the cup to the side and leans in, catching Steve’s mouth in a kiss. His tongue darts out, sweeping across Steve’s lips, and he tastes like crisp apples and warm spices and bright sunshine.

“You could’ve just tried some from the cup,” Steve murmurs when Eddie pulls back, even smiling as he is.

“Tastes better on you,” Eddie says, before pressing back in for another kiss.

Steve opens right up to him, and Eddie chases the taste of sweet-spiced apples right into his mouth. Steve’s free hand finds purchase on Eddie’s waist while Eddie reaches up to cup Steve’s jaw, tilting his head just so, searching for a better angle, when–

“Steve!” Dustin’s voice cuts across the field, pulling both Steve’s and Eddie’s focus from the kiss. “Quit sucking face and come help me with my pumpkin!”

Rollin his eyes, Steve huffs out a sigh and, regrettably, pulls away from Eddie.

“You want to stick a ‘please’ in there, Henderson?” he calls back.

“Please stop being gross,” Dustin snarks.

“What’s that?” Steve cups a hand behind his hear. “Sounds kind of like someone who doesn’t want help carrying their stupidly huge pumpkin.”

Dustin, stationed in front of what is truly a very large pumpkin, lets his head fall back with a groan. “Steve,” he intones, “will you please come help me with this pumpkin.”

“Yeah, alright,” Steve calls back. He turns to Eddie and presses the cup of cider into his hand. “I’ll be back. Pick a good one for us while I’m gone.” He pecks another kiss to Eddie’s cheek and sets off across the field.

Slowly, Eddie sips from the cup and watches as Steve and Dustin argue about the best way to get the pumpkin to the van, a smile and the taste of apples lingering on his lips.

[rendy-a]

Omg the courting fics with Malleus and Sebek were really cute! Could you make something like that with the Octatrio?

I had every intention of writing for all 3 members of Octavinelle but the Azul piece ended up being so long that I thought I’d just post that. 

You’d been avoiding Azul for days now and you knew that, sooner or later, your luck would run out on that front.  Why were you avoiding him?  Not even you were sure; you just knew that he was looking for you.  In your limited experience with the suave dorm leader of Octavinelle, you’d come to learn that the more Azul wanted to speak with you, the riskier the deal would be.  When you turned the corner and saw Azul waiting for you at the top of the stairs, you knew your luck had run out.  This hallway was the only way to reach your alchemy class and you were running far too late to wait him out.

You grimaced as Azul gives you a confident smirk, both of you knowing he’d had you trapped.  Finally, you sigh, “Five minutes, Ashengrotto.  I’ll give you five minutes.”  His mask of confidence waivers and you sense the relief behind the façade.  “That will be more than enough to start with.  Thank you for your consideration, Prefect.”  Then he clears his throat nervously before beginning to move.  He rolls his hands around each other while alternating leg shakes.  You can hear him quietly counting to himself.  After a few moments, he is finished and looks at you expectantly.

“Ah?” you let out a questioning sound.  He covers his embarrassment with a cough and explains, “It was a dance.”  You know your eyes are open wide and you suspect your mouth is hanging open, but you still manage to stammer, “I…I see?”  You did not see.  After a few more moments of silence, Azul clears his throat again and wishes you a pleasant class before sliding past you and down the staircase.  What was that all about?

The next time you encountered Azul, it was coming back from flight class.  He seemed as startled as you at the meeting.  With the memory of your last meeting still fresh in your mind, you thought you’d try to just quickly excuse yourself.  “Ah, I’ll just be passing on your left, ok?”  Before you could pass him though he interrupts, “Prefect, if I may, another moment of your time?”  You cringe a little, “Oh, s.sure?  I guess.  What…what’s up?”  He visibly braces himself before he starts moving.  This time it was mostly arms moving at certain times and angles.  It almost felt familiar and after a moment, you had it.  “Is this that dance from Magicam?”  Cater had shown you a video of the viral dance moves that were sweeping Magicam currently and you were fairly certain this was an interpretation of that. 

He finishes by striking a pose that seems perfectly fit for a photo.  You clap politely and ask, “Are you practicing for your Magicam account?  Going to have the whole lounge staff join you or something.”  He frowns slightly, “No Prefect, that was not my intention.”  Then he turns his face to the side, and you notice a red creeping up on the tips of his ears, “This is more of a personal performance goal.”  You hold up your hand, gesturing toward him, “Well that was pretty good.  I think you are on your way to that goal.”  He looks very relieved at your reply, “Is..is that so?”  Then he gathers his composure and bows his head a little, “Well, I thank you for your notice.”  You wait a moment to see if he has more to say, but he continues to just look at you expectantly.  Finally, you fidget a little and remind him, “Well, I should be going.  Class and all.”  You wave and turn to jog away and back to your next class.

It was a hard day of studying when you wandered over to Mostro Lounge to have a small dessert as a reward for your long session.  Looking up from your tea and cake, you see Azul across the room speaking to the students staffing the bar.  The confident business Azul strikes you in comparison to the awkward Azul you’ve been interacting with these past few days.  He gestures with his hands to finish off whatever direction he was giving, and you suddenly decide to approach him and say hello.  You slide up behind him and place a hand on his back, “Hey Azul, nice to see you again.”  He turns to gaze at you coldly, muttering, “Prefect?”  Then his eyes widen and he sputters, “Pre..Prefect!  What are you doing here?” 

Instead of responding, you decide to give him a moment to gather his thoughts and composure.  He quickly does and dons his usual suave persona, “I mean, why how wonderful to have you dine with us this evening, Prefect.  You should have told me you were coming, and I’d have been certain to save you a table by the window.”  You smile at the quick change in tone, “Oh that is fine, I just came over to see you, Azul.”  He flushes a touch along his checks, “M..me?”  You lean in and whisper, “Yes, you’ve really tried hard lately to catch my attention, so I thought I’d reward you by giving it to you.” 

He looks shocked by your statement for a moment before leaning in to whisper carefully, “You’ve noticed then?”  He looks around at the number of interested eyes on your conversation, “Ah, this is not the best place for conversation, Prefect, won’t you follow me to somewhere more suitable for this conversation?”  You nod and turn to head to his private office, but he lays a hand on your arm quickly, “No, not in there.  I have a better place.”  So, you allow yourself to be escorted from the lounge and down into the corridors of Octavinelle.  “Sometimes, it’s nice to get away from work,” he comments softly. 

You smile gently, thinking about how you’ve just discovered a new side to the serious Azul you know.  You’ve been doing that more often lately; you think as you remember the strange dances you’ve seen him attempting.  As if thinking a similar thought, Azul asks, “I hope I haven’t been too distracting for you lately, Prefect.”  You smile, “I wouldn’t say distracting is the word.  It was more like memorable.”  He gasps and squeezes your arm a touch tighter, “Is..is that so…” before muttering under his breath, “so it is working after all…”   You ponder out loud, “Although you seem to be not quite used to dancing.  Is it because you aren’t used to being on land?”  Azul halts, causing you to also need to stop.  He seems lost in thought as he mulls over your question.  You continue to quietly observe him, and he finally notices your gaze, “On second thought, Prefect,” he begins hesitantly, “I think I have something special to show you.” 

He pivots on his heel and pulls you toward a different hallway leading deeper into the dorm.  You hesitate but seeing his nervous smile, give in and follow along.  He takes you past the public lounges and study rooms and toward a corridor that smelt strongly of salt and sea.  You figured this must lead to the very edges of the dorm and the water beyond.  As if to confirm your thoughts, Azul pulls you into a locker room and shows you where you can change into borrowed swimwear.  You wonder for a moment how they can possibly have something that fits you and that just happens to be sitting around but, after pulling the garment on, it conforms to fit perfectly and you realize the answer is, of course, magic. 

You pull a towel across your shoulders and head into the adjoining pool room.  The near end of the pool was shallow enough to step into, but the far end disappears into the gloom.  From the rhythmic way the water moved, it was clear that the pool connected to the sea outside.  You hadn’t realized Octavinelle had such an exit into the sea, but you supposed considering the location, it made sense.  “There are potions in the cabinet to your left,” comes a voice from the deep end of the pool.  You suppose Azul must be above water for you to hear his voice but any bit of him you could glimpse was hidden by the darkness of the deep sea beyond.  You pull a familiar potion from the cabinet.  It seemed not so long ago you’d used such a potion to visit Atlantica Museum to satisfy the bet you’d made with Azul.  “Are you sure its not too late to swim all the way outside?  Maybe we could have a nice night just swimming in here,” you say as you swirl the potion around in the flask, looking at it meditatively.  “We’ll be fine.  There are lights here and there once you get past the dorm.  I know a good spot for an evening swim.  I am Dorm Leader of Octavinelle, after all.”  You supposed that was true, so you uncorked the bottle and swallowed the potion down.

You head hesitantly into the pool and hear a voice when you are below the waves, “This way Prefect, don’t be frightened.”  You follow the pool down as the tile floor gives way to cement and then finally just the seafloor.  You reach the opening at the far side of the pool and poke your head out cautiously.  As promised, there were lights here and there once you exited the dorm.  The light they gave off didn’t appear to travel as far as you’d suspect underwater.  You look about, unsure of where to go when you hear Azul call again from beyond the nearest light.  You swim in that direction and the sound of his voice guides you away from the dorm and to a nearby reef. 

You gaze in interest at the colorful corals when you hear Azul’s voice right at your ear, “You should hold onto one.  Humans are buoyant and have difficulties staying on the seafloor.”  You take his advice and grab hold of a nearby coral to help keep you stead as you float weightlessly on the seafloor.  You turn to thank him and are caught speechless at the sight.  You’d seen Azul in his merform only once before, during his overblot.  Now, without the imminent danger of rampant magical warfare, you had the chance to really take him in.  The blackness of his tentacles crept up to his chest and turned to cover his arms.  You thought offhandedly he looked like he was dressed in a sleek suit with no shirt beneath it.  That wasn’t what was most eye-catching though, in the darkness of the sea, the underside of each tentacle had a bioluminescent glow that highlighted each sucker and edge. 

“Stay there and watch,” Azul asked gently.  You could only nod mutely as the swaying of his glowing limbs mesmerized you.  Then the movement of his tentacles increased until you realized it was no longer motion from the sea but a purposeful cadence from Azul himself.  You watched them move in captivated silence until you realized you were seeing another dance from him, a dance from under the sea.  You had no idea how long it lasted, you sat holding onto the coral and gazing at his display in quiet awe until finally you realized the gentle swaying of his luminous limbs was merely the motion of the waves once again.  You look up and meet his curious eyes, “Do you approve?” he asks simply. 

You tilt your head and smile up at him, “What was that?  It was so beautiful.  I’ve never seen such a thing.”  He reaches out a hand before lowering it slowly.  Then, with a few flicks of his tentacles, he manages to settle himself on the seafloor next to you.  “It was a dance, an octomer dance.”  You carefully reach out and set one tentative finger on the nearest tentacle, feeling the strange texture of it under your digit, “I wouldn’t have taken you for such a good dancer.  Not after those attempts on land.”  He laughs shallowly in a self-mocking way, “Grandmother insisted I learn the traditional dances.  ‘Don’t underestimate the importance of body language,’ she always said.”  Your smile turns a bit coy as you reply, “Well, I’m not sure what your body was trying to say there but I was definitely listening.”  He turns a hopeful look to you, “Does that mean you’d like to stay a bit longer and chat?”  Finally, you felt like Azul had made you a deal that captured your full attention. 

[teaboot]

Would you say the work of a kitten is worth it? I’ll probably just get one that’s a bit grown up anyway (if I ever get a cat at all, here’s hoping!) but idk I’m curious I guess

I mean kind of yes kind of no? I think it depends on what you're looking for

A 20 year commitment is kind of terrifying, and I think if I'd had a full choice I'd have found an adult cat that was already chill with living solo with me, but now that I have my boy I'd choose him 100%

Benefits of a kitten are you can decide early what you want it to be used to, how to react to startling sounds, how to walk on a leash or wear a harness or ride on your shoulders or on your backpack, you can get them dewormed and vaccinated early to prevent later issues, get them into good habits before they become difficult to change. They're also easier to register for insurance.

In an adult cat they already have an established personality and preferred routine so you can know what you're getting into, and especially a senior cat it's still a rewarding and loving experience even with the health concerns along the way.

This is my first time fully raising and training an indoor cat by myself, but so far it has been 1. Exhausting and 2. An incredible bonding experience.

End of rhe day, I dunno, I've never really been disappointed with any of my cats. Once you love them I've found the work doesn't matter

[0omillo0]

BIKER! BANGCHAN X BUSINESSWOMAN! READER

Warnings: Fluff!!

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The low hum of engines filled the night air as a group of motorcycles came to a halt outside a popular club on the outskirts of the city. Among the riders, Chris "BangChan" was the most prominent figure, known for his sleek black bike and the commanding presence that drew eyes his way. He took off his helmet, shaking out his tousled brown hair, and glanced toward the neon-lit entrance of the club. Another night, another distraction from the endless humdrum.

Meanwhile, inside the club, you were busy sipping on your third drink. It had been a long week at the office. Being a businesswoman was rewarding, but today was particularly exhausting with the never-ending meetings, reports, and deadlines. You needed this — an escape. A little buzz to let loose, even if for just one night.

Your normally polished and professional demeanor was unraveling, and while you knew it, you didn’t care. The alcohol was bringing out a version of yourself you hardly recognized — free, wild, a little reckless. It was the exact opposite of the poised businesswoman everyone knew during the day.

BangChan walked into the club, scanning the scene. It didn’t take long before his eyes fell on you — a woman in a sleek black dress, swaying to the music, drink in hand, with an air of confidence that matched his own. Except there was something different about you. A look in your eyes that drew him in.

“Hey,” he said, leaning against the bar next to you. His deep voice had just the right amount of casual charm.

You turned, your gaze landing on him. Normally, you wouldn’t entertain some random guy at a club. You were busy, driven, and too focused on your career to waste time on flirtations. But the alcohol had loosened your walls.

“Well, aren’t you handsome?” you teased, a playful smile curling on your lips.

Chris chuckled, surprised by the boldness. “And you’re… interesting,” he replied, a smirk tugging at his lips. “What’s your name?”

“Why should I tell you?” you teased again, feeling bolder than usual.

“Because I’m curious.” He leaned in slightly, his eyes never leaving yours. “And you look like someone worth knowing.”

Something about the way he looked at you made your heart race a little. Without thinking, you grabbed a napkin from the bar, scribbling your number down and sliding it toward him. “Here. Don’t make me regret it.”

BangChan raised an eyebrow, glancing down at the napkin with a smirk. “I won’t,” he promised, slipping the napkin into his pocket. “I’ll see you around… maybe sooner than you think.”

---

The Next Morning

The alarm blared loudly in your ear, pulling you from your deep slumber. You groaned, rubbing your temples. The throbbing headache reminded you of your little escapade last night, and flashes of the club came back in hazy fragments. Your eyes widened when you remembered the guy… and the number you gave him.

“No way,” you whispered to yourself. “I gave him my number?”

You threw off the covers and rushed to get ready for work. There was no time to dwell on your mistake — if it was a mistake. You had no idea who this BangChan guy was, but something told you he wasn't just going to let you forget him that easily.

---

Later at Work

It was a busy day at the office, as usual. Your professional mask was firmly back in place — sharp suit, high heels, hair pulled back in a tight bun. You were the embodiment of efficiency, commanding respect from everyone around you. No one would ever guess the carefree woman dancing in the club last night was the same person striding through these halls.

As you sat down to check your emails, your phone buzzed. A text message. You glanced at it, half-expecting it to be from a colleague, but your heart skipped a beat when you saw the name.

Chris (Motorbike Guy):

Hey, boss lady. Rough morning?

You stared at the message for a moment, the memory of last night hitting you all at once. How did he manage to look so effortlessly cool in just one text? You quickly typed a response.

You:

How do you even know I’m at work?

A moment later, your phone buzzed again.

Chris:

Because I’m outside your office.

Your breath hitched. What?! You stood up quickly, peeking out the window of your corner office. Sure enough, there he was — leaning casually against his motorcycle, sunglasses on, looking completely out of place in the corporate landscape but somehow making it work.

You grabbed your phone and called him.

“Are you serious?” you asked as soon as he picked up.

“Dead serious,” he replied with a chuckle. “You didn’t think I’d just forget about you, did you?”

“I was drunk,” you hissed, glancing around to make sure no one was overhearing. “That doesn’t mean you can just show up like this!”

“I don’t mind if you were drunk. I still liked what I saw,” Chris said, his voice deep and teasing. “Come down and have lunch with me.”

You sighed, torn between your work responsibilities and the allure of his bold, carefree attitude. You had meetings lined up, deadlines to meet… but a part of you couldn’t shake the memory of how alive you felt last night. Maybe this was a side of you worth exploring.

“I can’t,” you said, your voice firm. “I have work to do.”

“Alright,” Chris said, a hint of a smile in his voice. “I’ll wait.”

And wait he did. Every day for the next week, he was there — waiting outside your office, sending you playful texts, making it clear he wasn’t going anywhere. One day, he even left a small gift at the front desk — a sleek, custom-made helmet with a note that read: “For when you finally agree to ride with me.”

Your resolve was slowly breaking, but you held on. Work came first. It always had.

---

A Week Later

It was another long day at the office, and as you stepped out of the building, there he was again. But this time, instead of waiting by his bike, Chris stood right by the door. He had a bouquet of white lilies in hand, looking out of place in his leather jacket, but somehow, it made your heart flutter.

“Flowers now?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. “You’re really pulling out all the stops.”

Chris smiled, handing them to you. “Figured you deserved something beautiful after a hard week.”

You stared at him for a moment, something inside you shifting. This wasn’t just a guy who wanted to get your number or flirt for a few days. He was serious. And despite your better judgment, you found yourself wanting to let him in.

With a sigh, you took the flowers and smiled softly. “Fine,” you said. “One ride. But if I regret this—”

“You won’t,” he interrupted, grinning as he handed you the helmet. “I promise.”

---

The wind whipped through your hair as you clung to Chris’s back, the city lights blurring around you. For the first time in what felt like forever, you weren’t thinking about work, or deadlines, or responsibilities. You were just… living.

When the ride ended, you couldn’t wipe the smile from your face. Chris parked the bike and turned to you, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Told you you’d like it.”

You laughed, feeling lighter than you had in years. “Okay, maybe I did.”

Chris stepped closer, his voice softening. “I like this side of you.”

You glanced up at him, your heart racing for an entirely different reason now. “What if I can’t always be like this?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He smiled, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Then I’ll wait for the moments when you can. I like all of you, businesswoman and all.”

Your breath caught in your throat as he leaned in, his lips brushing softly against yours. It was gentle at first, a tentative kiss, but soon it deepened, filled with the unspoken connection that had been building between you both.

When you finally pulled away, you were breathless, your mind swirling with thoughts of everything that had led you here.

“I think I made the right decision,” you whispered, smiling.

Chris grinned, his hands still resting on your waist. “Told you I’d make sure you wouldn’t regret it.”

And for the first time in a long while, you knew he was right.

[hannie-dul-set]

YOURS TO KEEP.

p — SHEN QUANRUI x female! reader. g — college! au, exchange student! ricky, fluff, very very lightly angsty. w — swearing, alcohol consumption. kdrama references and misquoted quotes. 3.2k words.

note — dreamt of ricky. vomited out.....ricky as ur cute bf who behaves like a cat and whose favorite forms of cross-cultural exchange is receiving headpats and watching kdramas. only 2 scenes are actually inspired by my dream 😭 if someone guesses which line/s were extracted directly from my dream, i'll reward u with a gyuvin drabble how about that 👍

you picked up a cat from the university’s foreign exchange program.

however, he did not come in a box. he came in a louis vuitton tracksuit and balenciaga sunglasses, which very much caught you off guard when you came to meet him at the admin building, and you greet him after mustering the courage to finally walk up to the cat’s imposing presence. “h—hello! are you perhaps shen quanrui?”

he takes off his sunglasses, meets you with a pair of pretty swoopy, pretty eyes, and says, “oh. yes. are you my owner?” 

you pause. you’re taken aback because that...that doesn’t sound like the right word. “ah, um. i’m the person assigned to help you around the campus and the city for the semester, yes! it’s nice to meet you!” but you brush it off because of language barriers and all. his mouth falls into an ‘o’ shape when you tell him the correct term.

“oh, sorry.”

“it’s alright!” you say. “hope we get along!”

quanrui tells you that you can just call him ricky, and gives you a small smile. one of many that you’ll be graced with for the duration of the semester.

“i’ll be in your care.”

your new cat is a little intimidating at first, clad in all black at all times. the night you helped him first settle into his dorm, even his pajamas were reminiscent of an abyss— like a white ragdoll trying to disguise itself as a panther because you later find out that he’s actually a really sweet, really polite, and really clingy cat.

“um. knock, knock.”

you look up from your laptop, ricky in a long leather coat hesitantly peeking out from your half-open bedroom door (you gave him a copy of your apartment key. your cat needs a way to get in by himself somehow). he texted you earlier, asking if you can help him out with an essay, and you assume he’s right here right now for that very reason.

“do you have your paper?” you ask, closing your laptop. he nods and lifts up his ipad, showing it off. you have a very cute cat. you scoot aside and pat the empty space on your bed, and ricky comes padding in, mattress sinking when he settles beside you, making sure to maintain a respectable enough distance and hands you his device with the google doc open.

“oh. i marked the parts where i’m not sure about my vocabulary,” he mentions the moment a yellow highlighted part came up on the screen. 

you give it a once over. “i think this is right. yeah, you did good.” when you turn your head, you’re met with a pair of proudly sparkling eyes. you stifle out a laugh. “what? do you want a head pat for that?”

“maybe i deserve one?”

you let your fingers sink into the fluff on the top of his head. again, he’s really sweet, really polite, and really clingy. but maybe a little too clingy sometimes, especially when he finally got a lot more comfortable around you.

comfortable enough to hiss at your friends.

“oh, you signed up as a student-helper for the exchange program too?” hanbin asks after seeing you walk in the classroom with ricky in row, trailing behind you like a shadow. 

“yeah, i can’t miss the extra points prof choi baited us with.” you nudge ricky with your elbow, noticing how tense he is all of a sudden and how he’s looking at your senior with a bit of a glare. perhaps he’s threatened by another feline presence.

“nice to meet you!” hanbin greets with a bright, an arm outstretched before you, meant for ricky, but he keeps tucking himself behind you with his hands fixed on your shoulders.

hanbin has his hand left unshaked for five seconds too long now. you nudge him again. he won’t budge.

“ah, ricky is still a little shy!” you exclaim, trying to salvage the situation by grabbing hanbin’s hand instead with both of yours, swinging it around, left and right. you’re lucky your senior is so easygoing. he laughs along with you and says of course, of course, he totally gets it, merrily swinging your arms together back and forth. “he’s still not that confident with his korean. right, ricky?”

“keep holding her and i’ll claw your eyes out.”

you freeze. you leer back at ricky shen, giving him your what the fuck are you saying look? he maintains his stance, tugging you back by the shoulders. you twitch out a smile and try your best to defend your clingy and jealous cat. “ahaha. he’s picked up some weird things from all the dramas he’s been watching,” you say. “sorry about that seonbae! we’ll get to our seats now!”

“haha, it’s alright! nice to meet you ricky!”

“what was that?”you snap back at him the moment hanbin leaves the premises. all ricky does is shrugs and steadies his hold on your shoulders, aiming your body somewhere and he starts making you walk to the back of the classroom— far, far away from where hanbin is sitting.

your cat is a little weird sometimes, sure. gyuvin finds him entertaining enough though. they play tennis every weekend, and ricky started picking up even more weird things from him and all the rest of your friends that you’re starting to think they’re not very good influences.

case in point—

“if you drink this, we’re dating.”

the grape juice he poured into your paper cup nearly spills over from shock. you look at him, eyes wide and brows furrowed, cheeks burning and heart racing because what the hell? “seriously, where have you been learning these things?” 

ricky looks satisfied for eliciting that kind of reaction. he pours himself a paper cup of grape juice as well because it’s a weeknight, and you have a quiz tomorrow, and getting wasted is off of the table, so you two settled for juice and chips on your living room floor to relish in your academic misery.

“jiwoong hyung and gunwookie recommended me some movies for me to watch.” he sets down the juice bottle after screwing the cap shut, and you fear the other movies those two gremlins recommended him come from a list of top 50 movie pick-up up lines to woo an unsuspecting victim. next thing you know, he’s gonna invite you to have ramen at his place or go see freaking butterflies with him. “i just watched a moment to remember earlier. my pronunciation is getting better, right?” 

ricky is looking at you with his eyes all big and his lips all pressed together expectantly. he’s waiting for your praise. you feel your chest swell. the grape juice feels heavy in your hand. gosh, he’s such a needy cat. a needy cat that deserves all the praise in the world.

“yeah. i’m proud of you. c’mere.”

you leave your cup on the table to focus on more important things— that is, giving ricky his well deserved pats on the head. you don’t recall how your relationship with him managed to get this far, still remembering how intimidated you felt when you first met him. now he’s on your living room floor, head laying back on your couch with a drama playing on the tiny laptop screen settled on the coffee table, both of you barely paying attention because he’s looking at something on his phone, and you’re gently rubbing his head as you reply to some messages on yours.

“ah, gyuvin is seriously annoying,” you complain. “he’s trying to get me to join his club. coding club he says, when i’m pretty sure he’s just starting it as an excuse to play games on campus.”

“are you going to join?” he asks, bumping his head against your palm when you stop giving him scratches.

“mm, i don’t think so.” you set down your phone to pour all your focus into satisfying your needy cat’s attention requirements. ricky lets out a satisfied rumble when set his head down onto your lap, raking your fingers through the tufts of his hair as he lets his eyes flutter to a close. “i’m already too busy this semester to bother with those things. maybe next time if he’s that desperate to fill in the member numbers..”

“yeah,” he mutters. “you’ll be too busy spending most of your time with me.”

your fingers stop moving.

ricky looks up at you, confused as to why you stopped petting him, and you’d eat him right up if you could. but you can’t keep your cat for too long. it’s only a matter of time before you get your last opportunity to coddle him like this, to shower him in unabashed affection disguised as friendship because the exchange program is temporary, and he’s returning back to china at the end of the semester.

so why is he raising your hopes up if he’s just going to leave anyway?

“i meant my acads, silly,” you say, picking up your untouched juice cup from the table, feeling the weight of the drink slosh around the paper cup as you let it hover in front of your lips. 

he’s raising your hopes up and you’re letting him. you know this is gonna end in a disaster.

still.

“but if you put it that way—”

the sharp taste of sweet grapes hits the back of your throat, swallowing down the lukewarm juice that’s been sitting since ricky poured a cup for you. if you’re gonna crash down at the end of this, might as well crash down from two thousand feet above the ground. 

“are we dating now?”

you set the cup back down on the table, gaze flickered down at ricky, whose face is flushed in surprise one moment— easing into understanding the next, and he props himself up from your lap, reaching out for the back of your neck to pull you into a sugary tart kiss.

yeah, you think, feeling the softness of his lips brush against yours, his eyelashes tickling your cheeks when he pulls you in even closer. if your time with him has a deadline, might as well make the most out of it.

“i was disappointed when you didn’t drink it the first time,” he says, drunk on sweet juice and the feeling of your mouth against his. “jiwoong hyung said that line was effective.”

“can you not think about another man when i’m kissing you?”

he lets out a laugh, “‘m sorry,” then presses a fluttering kiss on your temple, tip of your nose, until his lips meet yours once more at last. “let me try again. ahem. i like you. i don’t need a rainbow.”

“you got the line wrong, baek yijin. try again next time.”

if he’s going to leave anyway, might as well make his departure as heart wrenching as all the dramas he’s so fond of watching.

“looks like our friend here got more than just extra credit for volunteering to help out the exchange students.”

you look up from the stack of papers on your table, only to have more dropped off by taerae with a thunk. hanbin, gyuvin, matthew and ricky are also loitering around the classroom— not that they’re helping you and taerae check the test papers your profs asked you to grade as a favor. at least the constant yelling and arguing and meowing noises(?) are making things a lot more lively.

“congrats, you lucky bitch,” he says.

“you sound like you want to covet my cat,” you raise a brow at him, adding the new set to your pile as taerae grabs a new stack as well.

“your cat for this mutt,” he points his thumb at matthew, who’s currently tucked in the to answer an evaluation sheet on taerae. ricky’s doing the same evaluation about you, somewhere. you’re not sure where your cat went, but he’s probably just around. “are you perhaps open for negotiation?”

“matthew isn’t a mutt. he’s a cute golden retriever.”

“well, your cat doesn’t seem to appreciate you calling someone else cute.”

taerae swerves off to reveal a pouting ricky. he’s got his arms crossed, the evaluation sheet folded in between the fingers of his right hand, and you have to hold back a laugh. “did you finish my evaluation?” you ask.

“i did, but i wanna redo it now. negative points for you,” he protests, but lets you snatch the paper from him anyway. you scoot your chair to the left to give him some space next to you. he grabs an empty armchair and nudges his nose close to your face when you start reading his note at the bottom.

“mid-semester evaluation. my student-helper is very acommodatimg. she has been helping me adjust to korea very well. you spelled accommodating wrong, angel.” 

“i did it on purpose to test you. good job. you pass.”

you roll your eyes, free hand absentmindedly reaching out for the top of his head, and you hear ricky let out a noise of satisfaction. “she always answers my questions and is…very pretty and smells nice,” you set the paper down. your cat is looking at you expectantly. “ricky, i don’t think you can submit this.”

“why not?” he asks. “professor choi said to be as honest as possible.”

your cheeks grow warm.

gosh. this makes things even harder knowing your cat has to leave eventually.

“what did i tell you?”

the convenience store lights need to be replaced soon, you note. it keeps flickering intermittently against the dim night— reminiscent of how you’re feeling right now when you called jiwoong out for a few drinks two weeks before finals, but you’re not depressed because finals are near. you’re wallowing in tear stained sniffles because the exchange program will be over soon, meaning you only have two weeks until ricky has to pack his bags and leaves.

“not to get too attached because he has to say goodbye eventually,” you lament, a puddle of soju burning your lips. jiwoong looks at your pathetic state with remorseful sigh.

“and what did you do?” he says.

“got too attached and now i have to say goodbye to him eventually.” you groan and swallow down a shot. you’re about to pour yourself another, but jiwoong pulls back the bottle— maybe your third one of the night, you’re not sure— away from your reach, and pushes you a plastic bottle of water instead. 

“you just had to go ahead and start dating him like an idiot,” he cracks open the water for you when you don’t do anything with it. he pours it in a shot glass, and you take the bait, drinking down the water, eyebrows furrowing when it doesn’t burn your throat like you expected. “maybe if you tell him to say, he might listen to you.”

you let out a gasp. “i can’t do that! that’d be so selfish of me!”

jiwoong can’t do anything to help you but share your miseries tonight. he simply sits in silence, waiting for the owner of the number he texted a while ago to make an appearance, and listen to your drunk ramblings at eleven in the evening.

“i miss my cat. i haven’t seen him the entire day because he says he had things to do with hanbin and hao.” you’ve melted into the table. high pitched whines aside, he’s surprised you’re still coherent at this point. “bring me back my cat. i miss him so much. i miss my cat. i miss my ricky. i wish he’d never leave me.”

jiwoongs eyes flit up. “looks like your cat misses you too.” he pulls himself up from his chair and picks up his jacket from the backrest. “took you long enough.”

when you tip your head back in confusion, wondering who the hell jiwoong is talking to, you’re pleasantly surprised to see the upside-down face of the cat you’ve been missing.

“ah,” you sound out. “you’re here.”

“thanks, hyung,” ricky settles a hand on the top of your head. you blink. now you understand why he liked headpats so much. “i’ll take care of her from here.”

this is eye opening. you feel your eyelids growing heavier as ricky continues to massage your head, his and jiwoong’s faraway voices talking about something, something you can’t really hear, until jiwoong waves off, and it’s just you and ricky in front of the quiet flickering lights of the convenience store entrance.

you hear yourself whine when ricky’s hand disappears from the top of your head. “you should’ve called me if you missed me,” he says, circling from behind the chair to being in front of you now. he crouches down, settling his crossed arms on your lap, and he looks up at you with his pretty swoopy eyes. “why didn’t you call me?”

“i need to get used to you not being around even if i miss you,” you say, letting your fingers sink into the soft strands of his hair.

ricky lets out a questioning hum. “why wouldn’t i be around?”

“because your deadline is near,” you grumble. “i have to return you to where i first picked you up, but i don’t want to. but you have to. this sucks so much.”

you’re still saddled with insobriety, and the fact that your sweet cat isn’t purring like usual when you’re patting his head is making your bottom lip quiver and your eyes sting because you fear you might’ve said something wrong. “aren’t you gonna ask me what i did today?” he simply asks. you suck in a wavering breath and swallow a lump in your throat.

“what...did you do today?”

“hanbin hyung helped me settle the requirements for my transfer” ricky lands a gentle hold on your wrist and brings your hand down to the side of his face, cupping his cheek. it’s warm. “i’m going to continue attending here. hao hyung is too.”

you blink at him. “w—what?”

“i don’t have to leave. you don’t have to keep missing me.” he brings your hand down palm to the front of his lips, pressing a kiss into your palm. “i’m not going anywhere. i’m yours to keep.”

it takes you a moment to register ricky’s words, so you stay there for a while— sitting frozen in cold silence until the warmth of his messages finally settles in to thaw you out. oh, you think. “oh,” you repeat out loud, voice wavering. ricky hums out a smile at your reaction. he rises, pulling you up to your feet, and you stumble into him.

“i think i know the perfect line for this moment,” he says, steadying a hold on the small of your back. “what was it? if I don't see you, i get upset. If you're depressed, i get curious. something like that?”

“it’s the other way around, dummy.” you sniffle. “why do you keep quoting nam joohyuk?” 

“because he’s cool,” he says. “let’s go watch start-up at your place once you’ve sobered up.”

the cat you picked from the university’s foreign exchange program is clingy, sweet, and is for some reason obsessed with quoting the dramas he’s been watching. he keeps an arm around you when he walks you back to your apartment after grieving over his departure, only to kiss you with the news that you don’t have to return him any time soon.

YOURS TO KEEP. © hannie-dul-set, 2023.

[piftamere]

satoru ending (wc : 1.6k ; cw : hospital room, brief description of the crash, mentions of death)

in your hospital bed, you feel small, you look small too. you're paler than usual, dark circles surround your tired eyes. you broke your left arm and now a cast envelops it.

“never scare me like that again” and a couple “i love you”s can be read on the white bandages, written by yuuji and kugisaki. flowers, ballons and a teddy bear decorate your room.

the doctor came by earlier, you're going to be okay. you should be out of the hospital in a few days. the police came too but megumi told them to come back tomorrow. you’re thankful he did.

megumi, yuuji and kugi look exhausted but they're smiling, you don’t have the heart to ask them to leave so you can rest. their presence is comforting, you’ll sleep later.

your ribs hurt when you breathe and even worse when you laugh, but you still reward yuuji’s poor attempts at lightening the mood with a chuckle. you can tell he needs it, you all need it.

when you recognized the driver as satoru’s former assistant, your heart missed a beat. you asked her to stop the car, but she started ranting to you, accusing you of ruining her life, of using people then discarding them.

you were so scared, you really thought you were going to die in that car. she kept speeding while not focusing on the road. going on and on about how you were a terrible person. and when she swerved off the road to avoid another car, you saw your life flash before your eyes. you saw the faces of everyone you would never get to see again. satoru’s face.

you’ll never forget the fear you felt when the car flipped over.

your thoughts are interrupted by frantic knocks on the bedroom door, megumi invites them in.

satoru walks in, he looks like a shell of himself, his hair is messy, his eyes are red.

“we’ll leave you two alone.” megumi says to you, his hand on your shoulder, before gesturing for everyone else to leave the room.

he sits down in the chair next to your bed, panic still evident in his eyes. “how are you feeling?”

“better now that you’re here.” you give him a soft smile, taking his hand in yours. you see him visibly relax.

“are you in pain?”

“a little, but i’m okay don’t worry.”

“i’ll always worry about you.”

“i know.” you say with a small smile.

“i was so scared.” the words hang in the air, raw and vulnerable. he’s staring down at your joined hands. “it’s my fault it happened. i never thought she’d take it this far, i’m so sorry.”

even if it hurts to speak, you need to say this. for him.

“how could you have guessed that your ex-assistant was insane to the point of stalking me for months and pretend to be my uber to confront me, or kill me i don’t really know what was her plan… that she would lose control of the car and that we’d have an accident. even a psychic couldn’t predict that satoru.”

hearing it out loud, it sounds ridiculous. satoru chuckles halfheartedly, wiping off a stray tear, but he stays silent.

“do you know why i was in that car?” you say barely above a whisper, squeezing his fingers to get his attention. he turns his head to look at you, you can clearly see the tears in his eyes now. he shakes his head.

“because you had an interview?”

“it’s funny because i was doing the interview, answering the same old questions and i started talking about my love for music, how it’s my passion and the only thing i want to do in life, how i feel like it’s what i was born to do you know?” he nods along, “but while i was rambling on and on, something felt wrong, it was different from all the other times i’d given that same speech. because all i could think about was you. that’s how i feel about you too. i love you, and i’m tired of pretending i don’t.”

his eyes widen, bottom lip quivering as he starts full on crying, tears streaming down his face and you panic, trying to wipe them away.

“i didn’t want to make you cry! i’m sorry satoru! i take it ba-” before you can finish your sentence, he places his hand on your mouth.

“don’t even think about taking it back.” he sniffles, melting into your touch, your hand still on his cheek. “i’m just a little emotional today, i’m fine. i love you too, more than you can even imagine.” he takes his hand off your mouth.

you exhale deeply, relieved to see he stopped crying. “okay, good…”

he takes both of your hands in his, looking into your eyes as he speaks. “i know it’s probably not what you want, given how much you love what you do and how hard you worked for all of this, but i need to say it. if this was the one thing that makes you want to quit, i get it. because a part of me wants to convince you to quit too. i don’t think i could stand losing you, these past few hours have felt like a living hell, and i would give up on everything if it meant keeping you safe, next to me. so just say the word, now or in 5 months, and i’ll leave it all behind, for you. If you’ll let me, of couse.” he looks down where your hands are joined, his voice trembling slightly. “but if you choose to keep going, i swear to protect you, i won’t let anything like this happen ever again.”

you take a deep breath, feeling the weight of his words and the sincerity in his eyes. “i’ll think about it,” you say softly. “i’m probably going to take a break but i don’t want to quit. i’m not saying i’ll never change my mind, but i love what i do too much.” you give him a reassuring smile. “and how likely is it that i’d get stalked twice, right?” you chuckle, attempting to lighten the mood.

he shakes his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips but worry still clear on his face.

“i’ve never seen you so serious ‘toru. come on, smile.” you say with a pout, poking his cheek where his dimple usually is. his smile grows a bit but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. still, it’s good enough for now. your voice hoarse, you say warmly, “oh there it is.”

you scoot over to the side of the bed, tapping on the covers to invite him to join you.

“come. you can’t say no, i almost died today.”

“i wouldn't dream of saying no.”

he climbs on, careful not to touch your cast, he wraps his arms around you, gently, like he’s afraid of breaking you.

in his embrace, the tension that has been gripping your body since the accident begins to ease. the steady rhythm of his heartbeat calms you down. you finally feel safe, for the first time since the crash. the hospital room and the pain fade away, and all that remains is the warmth of his body against yours.

you close yours eyes, his fingers trace soothing patterns on your arm.

“can i tell you a story?” his voice is soft, gentle.

you nod, “sure.”

“do you remember when we met?”

“yeah,” you say, a chuckle escaping despite the pain. “i thought you were an asshole.”

he coughs, clearing his throat awkwardly. “well, i was… but…”

“but?” you ask, curiosity piqued.

“but,” he continues, “the moment I saw you, I knew you were going to be someone important to me. you had this fire in your eyes, this determination. even though you were giving me the cold shoulder, i couldn’t help but be drawn to you.”

you tilt your head, gazing up at him. “really? i always thought you just enjoyed getting under my skin.”

he laughs warmly, the sound a comforting wave against your back. “maybe a little. but that was just my way of trying to get close to you. i remember watching you from across the room that first night, thinking, ‘i have to get to know her.’ there was something about you, something that called me.”

the memory of that night comes back to you. “you were so cocky, acting like you owned the place.”

he chuckles a bit sheepishly, a whine escaping his lips, “i’m sorryyyy, i was trying to impress you and it backfired. i really didn’t want to make a fool of myself…”

“and yet you did.” you tease lightly.

“and look where that got me.” he grins, tightening his hold on you.

there’s a moment of silence before he speaks up again, “so… am i your boyfriend now?”

you hum, “hm if you’d do me the honor yes.”

“and you’re my girlfriend?” he whispers into your neck, you can feel him smile against your skin.

“that’s usually how it works yes.” you mumble as you drift off to sleep in his arms.

fun facts :

satoru's the one who changed his contact name to "my pest"

they moved in together a few months after the accident

satoru's already thinking about proposing after one year together and yn has to keep reminding him that they don't have to rush it

megumi and yn still see each other often despite not living together anymore, and they keep working together too

author's note

ignore if some things dont make sense :3

satoru got his happy ending, megumi and maki are next dw !! 😗😗

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ tugging on heartstrings ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

as an aspiring solo artist, you dream of making it big in the music industry. With your talent and unwavering determination, you find yourself entangled in a web of romantic pursuits amidst rumors and betrayal. Will you emerge unscathed and manage to navigate your love life in the chaos of fame?

Part thirty-eight - the end

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[dansemacabre]

are you stuck trying to decode the book of bill but you don’t want the keys handed to you? i was in your shoes literally three days ago! i failed and looked up codes on reddit (because a good grade in book of bill is a normal thing to want and a possible thing to get) but now you don’t have to!! here are some BOOK OF BILL CODEBREAKING HINTS designed to kindly shove you in the right direction!

my credentials are: one summer cryptography class i took in high school, autism, weirdly good pattern recognition (probably because of the autism), and a desperate need to make things make sense. sorry in advance if any of this seems patronizing. hints below the page break!!

general tips:

- A and I will become your bestest friends. like 99 times out of 100 any single letter is a or i. try those out first

- the apostrophe will also become your bestest friend- especially x’x, which will almost always be i’m (except there’s one place in the book where it is not. don’t make my mistakes.)

- themysteryofgravityfalls.com is SO so helpful. for non-symbolic ciphers u can lowkey put in codes and button mash caesar and atbash. godsend. devilsend? idk someone sent it and it’s wonderful

- call every phone number, visit every website. they bought those domains for a reason! i think!

- any list of numbers 1-26 is a1z26. like that’s simply a truth

cipher specific hints now !!!

RUNES (characters taken from norse runes)

- there is a key for this one in the book! maybe u spotted it right away but i did not lol, so look for an instance of 26 rune-y characters!

- the rune code on the inside cover is a graffiti joke- translates to a common thing people write on walls or carve into books made out of brain matter ig

THERAPESE (found in the last few pages during bills court-ordered therapy)

- bill’s picture is labeled in this section, so those characters translate directly to “bill cipher” ! once you have those, you can apply them to other instances of the code and go from there

- the rest of the names of the… things around him on the inpatients page are puns, titles, and/or weird words. they might look wrong until you have Every Character- trust ur key! use the rest of the instances of this code to find the missing letters first, make sense of it and laugh at the clever little joke later

BROSCODE (only two instances, found in journal 3 lost pages)

- the name is a hint by itself- this is stanley and stanford related! both stans use it once somewhere in the book!

NEWBILL (the most common symbolic cipher in the book)

- if you have journal three, the characters are VERY similar to a code there- not the same though, so don’t try and use that key. but like journal three, this code will (almost) always be bill speaking.

- ok lowkey i think the best way to explain this is just to give you one answer. i cracked this by randomly guessing that the small writing by the galaxy drawing on the journal three page “a voice form the past” translates to “forget the past”. go from there my loves

- that being said. everything else from journal three uses the same characters, but a different code. haven’t cracked it yet. looking for advice tee bee haych. i’ll edit this once i find it out

- also: dipper uses this code in his section. that’s pretty helpful to get most of the rest of the characters!

now some page specific hints!:

silly straw page. Oh god

- damn that themysteryofgravityfallsdotcom sure is helpful! Anyway,

- the numbers code is Weird. but the number don’t equal letters. notice the spaces between number groups- pair the groups, try and add a dash somewhere within the first group and a colon somewhere within the second group. you’ll have to use your resources a little

- if that made zero sense: “uhvrxufhv” phdqv brxu idyrulwh ghhsob ohjdo wy vkrz ylhzlqj zhevlwh. ru brxu kxox dffrxqw

- sorry for the vagueness but i really don’t want to spoil this one- i got it spoiled but i think figuring it out on your own would be really rewarding and worth your Time

messages on your tv

- there are strange boxes on the bottom of the page. gonna be so honest don’t know how they mean anything at all to anyone but allegedly it’s a code! i’ll look into it. idk man

okay. i think that’s all i’ve got? please comment if u have questions for me or other folks on here or suggestions on how to sound less like a fucking nerd talking abt this shit. idk i love that people are set on cracking this book asap but i hope this helps ppl who prefer The Thrill Of The Chase and also like to feel smart and important and so very talented

[homestuckteam]

APRIL NEWSPOST

Posted on 1 April 2024 by James

Hi, James here. You might be wondering “Hee Hee, Hoo Hoo, I wonder what trickery and mischief the HS:BC team has cooked up for me on this most devilish of days..” Fortunately for everyone I have no elaborate April Fool’s Day joke for you. It is my most sacred belief that you can be a fool any day of the year if you have a prankster’s heart.

We got a pretty important date to celebrate coming up this month. That’s right. My birthday is this week. Oh and I guess the 15th anniversary of Homestuck. On 4/13 the team and I will be doing a little community stream. The Plan is to draw together on a shared canvas, answer some questions, and maybe play a game or two while just casually chatting with you guys. I know a handful of other people have 4/13 streams planned, so we’re keeping it pretty casual. Hope to see you there. We’ll post more details soon.

In HS:BC news, we had a long meeting yesterday finalizing some big in-comic events so we can get the ball rolling on production. Some of it is testing the waters on what we’re able to do as a team, and I think you’ll really like it.

If you’re subbed to the Patreon, we did a poll over there a while back and it looked like people were overwhelmingly in favor of spreading out the bonus content over the span of the month so if you don’t see your usual tier reward just yet, don’t worry. We’re thinking we’ll try out a weekly drop. If it doesn’t work we’ll just go back to doing it all at once on the 1st.

As always, thanks for reading. I’ll see you a bit later this month!

[corruptedcaps]

Fake Week

“What kind of sicko are you Kane? I will not wear this… this butt plug. Its bad enough I have to pretend to be your girlfriend for a month so you’ll stop bullying Kevin but I’m not going indulge you in this sick game and wear some lewd sex toy of yours. I don’t care if this is what all your exes did! You’ll knock it down to just a week if I do? Alright fine but I’m cleaning it first. Maybe cleaning it more than once.”

“Are you happy now Kane? No you don’t get to check it! No wonder you’re single, you’re such a creep! Oh sure you wanted to see it was fitting fine and not hurting me? Yeah right how stupid do you think I am? And besides it fits perfectly, like really perfect actually. I uh got to go.”

“Yeah so what if I’m putting on makeup? I figured if I’m going to sell being your girlfriend I should probably start looking like those vapid bitches you are used to dating. Plus this is so easy, don’t know why I didn’t try it before. It’s just an act, you’re still a creep and once today is done I’ll be one day closer to not having to pretend to be your girlfriend!”

“It’s called yoga Kane. All you exes are flexible, athletic bitches so I thought I might as well act like I care about this stuff. I have to say though I’ve seen such a crazy improvement in just a few hours. It’s like magic! I can stretch and twist like never before and I’ve seen improvements in other areas too. Areas I see you’re checking out you cheeky bastard. I guess it is a pretty amazing ass now so I’ll allow it but don’t get any ideas, I’m just your fake girlfriend for 5 more days.”

“I never noticed how long my hair had gotten lately, it was getting in my face all the time during yoga so I decided to put it into a high ponytail, you know like one of your exes, and it’s so freeing. I used to think it was so bitchy looking but now honestly I think it’s sexy like this don’t you think? Of course you agree, I can see that bulge in your pants ‘babe’. Hmmm it’s kind of hawt seeing someone other that Kevin be turned on by me. Even with him it’s so few and far between lately. Maybe in four days when I’m back to being his girlfriend he’ll like this new hairstyle.”

“Ugh why are my so called friends so annoying today? They were complaining that I was saying mean things about Margo. All I said was if she wanted to ever get a guy she should maybe lay off the ice cream once and awhile. It’s not my fault the fatty started to cry. She should thank me for being honest with her. I should be more honest with the lot of them and kick them to the curb but they’re the only friends I’ve got. You’ve heard Amber and Mercedes want to be friends with me? The two biggest bully’s in school, but they are pretty cool and fashionable unlike these other dweebs. Maybe I’ll give them a text, thanks for the encouragement…. babe.”

“You were right about Amber and Mercedes. We texted all day yesterday and met up at the mall and went shopping. They convinced me to throw out all my lame clothes and buy a totally new look. It’s mostly pink and tight and sexy as hell. They also convinced me about something else. About you. I’ve been such a brat to you these past few days and you’ve been nothing but a gentleman to me. It’s time you got some sort of reward for your troubles. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t going to be a reward for me too. Just stand there looking handsome as hell and I’ll do the rest.”

“Hey baby, last night was mmmm really hawt but don’t tell anyone ok? I don’t want Kevin to know that I cheated on him last night… or this morning… or in your car later today. I can���t help it if you can’t keep your hands off me. I mean who can blame you? Plus you are MY boyfriend for two more days. Of course I told Amber and Mercedes though, they’re my besties, I had to tell them. Plus they were so impressed by what a bitchy thing my cheating was that they made me their new leader. Wasn’t your ex their old leader? Well I’m going to being even badder and bitchier than she was. Mmm that’s making me so horny. Fuck it let’s go to your car now.”

“Last day of our ‘relationship’. It’s only right that we get all the fucking in that we can. Glad to see your stamina is up to the task. Kevin wouldn’t last a fraction that you are capable of. What a fucking loser, can’t believe I have to go back to him tomorrow. Why am I doing this again? To stop you bullying him? He deserves to be bullied and you’re soooo hawt doing it. I never admitted since putting in the butt plug I’ve been touching myself at night thinking about you wailing on him. You’re so much more of a man than he ever will be. You know what? Fuck him. I deserve a strong, mean, and hot as hell boyfriend and you deserve a bitchy queen bee of a girlfriend. Kevin deserves to be the victim. Forgot our deal, I’m yours for good now and Kevin is all yours.”

“Oh the jacket? It belongs to my boyfriend, Kane. You know, your bully? Me date you? As if loser, I’ve always been Kane’s girl and always will. It’s like I was made for him. You’re just some simping creep who’s wanted in my panties for years. Everyone knows it, because my beta besties Amber and Mercedes are telling them right now. Those two can spread news like wildfires. You’ll be a pariah by the end of the day. Kane will be cheered on for bullying you. Mmmm speaking of which here he comes. Don’t forget to cry, it makes me so wet when you do.”

[onboardsorasora]

Girl, reverse age gap verse has eaten my brain. I can’t think of anything else. Do you have something more to share with this humble audience???? 😭

Oh bestie! I whipped this one up just for you (i hope it reads ok)

part 1 and part 2 999wrds.

Max slapped Daniel's ass as he walked by him in the narrow hallway and smirked at the blush and lip bite he was rewarded with.

Daniel walked into the bright afternoon of the paddock while Max took the stairs to the media room that he would be having his press conference in. 

The questions were annoying and repetitive and he found his mind wandering back to his younger teammate and sometimes stress reliever. They hadn’t fucked, Max didn’t particularly see the need when Daniel was crawling on his knees or grinding in Max’s lap when he was having a particularly annoying day. Why would he take the time to do all that work when he was already getting off satisfactorily. 

Daniel was needy for him and allowed Max to do what he wanted with him, he didn’t need to interrupt that understanding that they had. He saw the looks Daniel threw his way, the boy was terrible at hiding what he was feeling. And the blushing didn’t help. But Daniel wasn’t clingy at least, he knew where he stood and that was all perfect in Max’s world.

He smiled and left the media room, happy to get the fuck out of there and onto the rest of his business for the day. The paddock was bustling, it was just Thursday, so it was nowhere near as chaotic as he knew the rest of the weekend would be. 

Bypassing a few mechanics and pundits, he found Daniel speaking animatedly with Lewis and Fernando. Max scowled behind his redbull can at the familiar look in Alonso’s eyes. Daniel giggled at something and Fernando rested his hand on the back of Daniel’s neck in response. Daniel bit his lip but didn’t stop the possessive hold. 

Max walked over there, slotting himself between the two and ignoring the questioning look Lewis gave him.

He knew what they were doing and he wasn’t having any of it. 

“Max, hey! Finished up already?” Daniel turned his full, happy attention to Max who barely stopped the victorious smirk from slipping onto his lips. Lewis and Fernando had a silent conversation in his periphery. 

“Yeah, I was about to head to lunch– you coming?” Max licked the back of his teeth when Daniel stuttered sadly about his previously planned lunch with Helmut that Max already knew about. Daniel seemed contrite to not be able to spend the time that Max wanted to with him and the smirk that Max fought previously, finally settled. “It is of course, alright Daniel. Come see me after maybe?” 

Daniel’s head bobbed aggressively as he nodded, a blush settling on his cheeks again. The silver of his braces caught the sun as he spoke. “Y-yeah, sure. I’ll come find you.” He backed away slowly, saying his goodbyes to Lewis and Fernando before he legged it off to the energy station.

Max watched him look back once before he was enveloped into the crowd. Lewis and Fernando were watching him when he turned to them. Lewis smirked and brought his hand together in a slow clap.

“I see we will have to try harder, Lewis.” Fernando smirked a shark smile. He eyed Max up the way he did on track, like a threat.

“I don’t think so, he’s got Daniel wrapped around his finger. But he’s a smart kid.” Lewis rubbed his beard.

Max rolled his eyes, he didn’t need to respond to their goading. But he could goad in return. “What? You two working together? Are pigs flying?”

“I guess we can just say that enemies fuck better.” Fernando shrugged, “your Daniel will soon learn this too.” He winked and Max scoffed before leaving them with a fake wave.

He made his way back into the garage, they didn’t know what they were talking about. Daniel was his.

Later, when he had Daniel on his knees in his driver room, Max heard their teasing filter in the back of his thoughts. His hand caressed Daniel’s sweaty curls, watching as honey eyes fluttered closed as he bobbed on Max’s dock. Max gripped the back of his neck, pressing his skin to erase the feeling of Fernando's previous touch. He grunted and slammed his hips forward, choking Daniel a little more. Watery honey eyes looked up at determined blue.

“So good for me.” Max whispered, thrusting forward again and again and Daniel clung to his thighs to steady himself. Max came in his mouth with a grunt and then flopped onto his couch. Daniel swallowed as best he could, wiping the rest off of his lips and chin. He scrambled onto Max’s lap when he motioned for him and tucked his face in his thick pale neck while he grinded against him.

Max held his hips while he chased his pleasure, he wanted to see his face. “Look at me.”

Daniel leaned back and Max watched the look of concentration deepen in the furrow of his brows. His grinding got more erratic and Max knew he was close, it never took him long to come.

“Good boy. There you go.” He praised and Daniel whined before stiffening. 

“Max,” he moaned and leaned in to press their lips together. Max turned so Daniel kissed his jaw instead. They didn’t do that.

He helped him clean up before sending him to the adjoining bathroom. When he came back, Max was taking his helmet and gloves from his bag.

“Do you want to catch like dinner later or something?” Daniel asked from the doorway. Max didn’t look over at him.

“No, that's fine. I’m jumping on the sim later.” Max turned to see Daniel biting his lip in uncertainty, but he nodded.

“Ok, yeah nah. I’ll probably just watch a movie or something.”

“Sounds good.” Max grabbed his things and walked to the door, Daniel followed him out and slipped into his own driver room. Max winked at him and walked away to head back to the garage, he didn’t turn to see if Daniel watched him.

[canary-curse-57]

At long last, I would like to present you all with a 2000+ word ramble about

WHY I THINK JIMMY SOLIDARITYGAMING COULD WIN THE LIFE SERIES

This WILL be long, this WILL be rambling, and I WON’T always get info correct, but I’m very passionate about the fact that Jimmy really is a good player, but happens to be an even better content creator (I’ll explain what I mean by this later!)

To start, I will analyze every death of his (although I will be excluding many from Limited Life for time reasons) because I believe that most of them can be categorized as some mix of Bad Luck, Accident, and/or Silly Decision. Then, in a different section, I’ll focus mainly on the Silly Decision deaths/explain why I don’t think he will win even if he could! I’ll also add in a TLDR section at the very end to try and summarize the big points I made. Anyways, let’s get into it!

3RD LIFE:

First death - Dare To Flare - Silly Decision

Ah, Jimmy’s first death. This is one of the Silliest Decisions of all, but it also demonstrates a characteristic of Jimmy’s playstyle that we see very frequently throughout the rest of the series: when presented with a high-risk high-reward situation, he almost always attempts the situation, even if the chance of success is negligible. There was never really that much of a chance to win Dare To Flare without cheating, and others had already died trying, but he still gave it a shot!

Second death - TNT Minecart - Accident/Silly Decision (I can't find yellow so I guess orange will do,,)

Our first multi-category death! To me, this one ultimately feels more like an accident than anything else, due to Jimmy not knowing how exactly TNT minecarts worked at the time, but I also have to qualify it as partly a silly decision because Scott did tell him not to touch it. 

Final death - Arrow - Bad Luck

This is honestly one of the more unlucky deaths for Jimmy across the whole entire life series! Ultimately, being unable to get down the ladder properly is what did him in, and I honestly believe that Jimmy might’ve been able to avoid dying first had he just not gotten unlucky with the timing of the shot/getting down the ladder. Oh, how different things could’ve possibly been,,,,

LAST LIFE:

Before I analyze the deaths for this series, I want to talk about why, to me, this is Jimmy’s best season ever in terms of results!! He was one of 5 people to start the season off with 2 lives, but unlike three of the others, he never gained another life (shoutout Ren, the other one who never gained another life!! I think this was his best season so far too!!!). Sure, he tried stealing one from Martyn, but he didn’t get to keep that one! Every other person (again, except for Ren!) that started yellow died more than 2 times over the course of the series, but not Jimmy!!! He also didn’t have his 1st death until the 6th session!! 13 other players had already died at least once before he did!! He also went to risky places where other people died (the Nether/a bastion where Mumbo died!!) and survived!! So while he had two rough deaths in back to back sessions and still went out first, this still remains his best season in my eyes, and it also is a great representation of the fact that he’s still a good Minecraft player!! He can survive really well when he minimizes Silly Decisions/doesn’t have to deal with bad luck, but minimizing Silly Decisions won’t be a frequent thing for him (more on that later) which is why I think that he could win but probably won’t. 

First death - Explosion - Accident/Bad Luck

While digging the dirt that set off the trap could add a Silly Decision category to this, I won’t be adding it because really, who would expect a random piece of dirt blocking an entrance to be trapped? (Not me, that’s for sure - I probably would’ve done the same thing) Honestly though, I feel like if this was a different type of death, Jimmy might not have gone out first. The explosion absolutely obliterating all of his stuff makes life much more difficult, and definitely impacted his season ending when it did. 

Final death - Fall/Grian - Silly Decision/Accident

The main reason that I categorize this one as a Silly Decision is because technically, Jimmy started it. Out of everyone on the server, Grian feels like the most likely to retaliate against a red, even if all they did was punch him, so it definitely wasn’t a good idea to instigate here. I also qualify it as an Accident because he says it (specifically falling off the edge of the building) was (*insert clip from Evil Anvil song here*). 

DOUBLE LIFE:

Before I start this section, I have something devastating to admit; I’ve never actually watched Double Life (I know, I know!! I’ve been meaning to for so long but just haven’t gotten around to it,,,,) I did go in and watch his deaths, so I at least know how they went down, but everything I know about the rest of this season is from the fandom.

First death - Soulmate - UNCATEGORIZABLE

Now, I know you could technically qualify this as a Bad Luck death, but I really really don’t think it fits at all!! Essentially every person in Double Life died because their soulmate died at some point, so saying that Jimmy just happened to have the Bad Luck to be paired with Tango doesn’t feel right. This death was totally and completely out of his hands, so it becomes the only one to truly not fit into any category. 

Second death - Falling/Hit By Arrow - Silly Decision/Bad Luck

Genuinely how did that arrow manage to hit Jimmy?? Bad Luck for him for sure, but ultimately standing as far over the edge as he was when people are firing up at you is a biiit of a Silly Decision. There’s also even more Bad Luck factored in when it comes to the timing of the whole thing - him and Tango just happened to be enchanting with Scar and Grian when the whole server decided to go after them! Jimmy wasn’t really even the main target here!

Final death - Enderman - Accident/Bad Luck

Ah yes, the Enderman death. I know I’ve said this multiple times already (and I’m sure I’ll say it many more), but this has gotta be one of Jimmy’s most unlucky deaths ever. With the combination of being low on food (so he can’t heal), the shield being about to break, and the tree he hides under not properly blocking the enderman, this was a recipe for disaster from the moment he accidentally looked into its eyes. Definitely a death that’s almost impossible to avoid.

LIMITED LIFE:

While I won’t be going through each and every death Jimmy had during this season (since Oh Boy there were a lot more than 3), I’ll focus on 3 that I want to point to that feel very very important to me!

Digging straight down with Joel - Silly Decision (Doing It For The Bit)

What’s this? A subcategory? Well yes, yes it is! This is a subcategory that we really only see in Limited Life, since people could die much more in that series due to the mechanic. So while this was still a Silly Decision, it was one made for fun and for The Bit! I’ll go into more depth as to why later, but this death is the ultimate example of why Jimmy probably won’t ever actually win a Life Series; he is in it 1000% for the fun!

Falling into trap because Grian pushed a button - Accident/Bad Luck

This is one of those deaths that is just so unlucky for Jimmy! Of course Grian didn’t mean to kill him, making it an Accident, but it really just feels like such Bad Luck overall! He honestly had a lot of these deaths the closer he got to the end of Limited Life; another one that comes to mind is the pufferfish death that happened while he was leaving the Nosy Neighbors’ base. These types of deaths are unfortunately completely unavoidable because they are almost completely unpredictable.

Final death - Falling - Accident/Bad Luck

This death is clearly an Accident, but it’s also an example of Bad Luck because of the placement of the minecart/the fact that he was shifting but seemingly un-shifted at the last second. Really though, this death feels like the world just making sure he died, since he should’ve been out with Etho’s boogie kill. 

SECRET LIFE:

First death - Drowned/Trident - Bad Luck

I’ll be honest, I had to go back and watch this death- but it really was another case of Jimmy just having the worst luck with this game! His health was already SO low (and sure, I could technically qualify this one as a Silly Decision in terms of him deciding to go outside when it was dark out while being so low on hearts, but it doesn’t feel quite right for some reason), & to have a trident drowned just decide to spawn in that area is awful luck! 

Second death - Ender Dragon - Bad Luck/Silly Decision

Ah, the Ender Dragon death. Yet another example of a high-risk potentially-high-reward situation that Jimmy went into despite a low chance of success,,, personally I think that if he avoided the End, his second death would’ve come much later & his chances of making it even longer would’ve increased drastically. 

Final death - Warden - Silly Decision/Bad Luck

While this death definitely has Bad Luck as a secondary factor, Silly Decision is the main one here by a MILE. Deciding to help fight/stay in the area of a Warden and a Wither while being a red life with just over one row of hearts remaining?? One of the Silliest Decisions of all! Anyways, this death also has a Bad Luck component to it because of the Warden deciding to focus on him instead of Mumbo even though they were both really close to it & also with some of the long distance shots from the Warden actually hitting.  

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Now, I know that was a lot of rambling, but there’s a really big thing about these deaths that made me want to categorize them; very few of them have anything to do with pvp fighting! Most of them are environmental deaths (deaths to mobs/fall damage) or deaths indirectly caused by another player (traps that Jimmy himself had to trigger) instead of ones directly caused by a player!

Of course, every player in the life series has had environmental/indirectly caused deaths, but the winners/the people who place really high? They have more deaths directly caused by a player than anything else!

Take someone like Impulse, who consistently has a very high placement in the life series, but hasn’t won one (yet!!). A vast amount of his deaths are kills directly caused by other players! Same for most of the winners!! (Scar is the outlier here, although he only died due to direct kills by other players in the season he won, sooooo)

So, here’s what I’m getting at: if Jimmy can cut down on his environmental deaths, and avoid triggering traps/aggravating other players, I think he could survive much longer than he has so far! He would go from someone who dies without others needing to have much of an input, to someone that people would have to intentionally try to kill because he’s one of the final greens/yellows! We already know from Last Life that he can go a TON of episodes without dying, so if we combine that ability with more than two starting lives, then I think we have a recipe for a potential winner on our hands!!

However. Despite my belief that Jimmy is a much better player than anyone gives him credit for, I also don’t think that he will win a life series. And this is gonna get a little over-analyze-y, but I think that he won’t win because of who he is as a person and as a content creator.

He’s always willing to take risks for friends, do something for the bit (as seen by his lava death with Joel in Limited Life), and generally put himself in risky situations. He knows what makes a good video, but he also just genuinely is having fun with his friends! I think Jimmy could win a life series if he took it really really seriously, and put a ton of time and focus into staying alive and making it far, but I’m not sure that would be very fun for him. He seems like the kind of person who is just in it for a good time. And I’m not saying that he doesn’t want to win, or doesn’t take the series seriously at all - I think he definitely does, based on his reaction to his final death at the end of Double Life & Limited Life - but he’s not gonna go out of his way to win or do the ‘smart thing’ when he can just keep enjoying the series. 

(Eugh, that felt a little too personality-analyzing/parasocial and weird for me, but I do think it’s true.)

ANYWAYS, that’s about it! 

So TLDR: Lots of Jimmy’s deaths aren’t directly caused by players, and if he can avoid those types of deaths, he could survive long enough to have a real shot at winning! He also is much better at being able to survive a long time than we give him credit for, as we see in Last Life. However, while he still takes the life series seriously, he’s ultimately in it for the fun, making it less likely that he pulls off a win. 

Thanks so much for reading, and feel free to ask questions/share your own thoughts!!

[aakariiiii]

You’ll Catch My Coldˏˋ°•*⁀➷

contains: mitsuya being sick, thats really it….

requests: open

a/n: i had this uncompleted in my drafts so i finished writing it n here i am uploading it!!! i kinda (only kinda) like it tbh so i hope you guys like it as well, just a reminder that requests are open!!!! please enjoy reading it <33

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It was 2pm at the moment, and I have been woken from my deep slumber that I promised myself I would get as a reward of my hard work during the academic year.

“Who the fuck wakes up at 2pm on the first day of summer vacation. And who the fuck even woke me up?” I ask myself as I rub my eyes to help clear my obscured vision.

My phone has been ringing for the past eternity, and it’s not shutting up.

I grab my phone to check who’s the asshole who’s been calling ever since the morning, only to find out that it’s my very dear boyfriend, mitsuya.

11 missed calls from taka <3

“oh shit, oh shit” I curse to myself as worry embraces me, spreading through my veins insidiously.

Did he die? Did something happen to him?

I ask myself these questions as I dial his number on my phone.

“pick up you idiot” i whisper to no one in particular.

“Luna, Mana, get the hell away from me.” I hear mitsuya on the other line cough up this sentence.

“Babe?” I ask

“y/n. Where the fu—hell have you been. I was starting to get worried, you idiot!” His voice, scratchy and full of cold, asked through the phone.

“Ahaaha…I have been…asleep…” I muttered shamefully and then added, “Are you okay though, you sound exhausted…and full of cold..”

“That’s the reason I ca—cough—ca—cough—” he stops to take a breath and continues “called. Luna and Mana are not leaving me alone and I dont want to spread my cold to them, the—cough—they’re trying to help me out which is pretty nice but I dont want them getting sick.”

“Okay, I’ll be there in a bit.” I say, getting up from my bed.

“I’ll get you some medicine on the way. Stay put, love you.” I add.

“Mhm, thank you—cough—Genuinely have n—cough—no idea what i’d do with—cough—without you, i love you so much.” he says in a weak, feeble voice.

“Oh shut it, I’m your girlfriend for a reason, dummy.” I replied.

“I’m—cough—I’m trying to be nice—cough—but anyway, b—cough—bye”

“Bye.” I giggle as I end the call. He’s so cute!

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I slowly open the door of Mitsuya’s house, expecting him to be asleep. I truly did not expect to hear yells and giggles coming out from both Mitsuya and his sisters, who are currently seated in the living room.

I tip toe to secretly steal a glance, only to be greeted by the scene of Luna sitting on top of mitsuya, who was laying on the couch, head on the couch’s armrest, and Mana standing beside that armrest, gawking at mitsuya straight in the eyes from above.

I couldn’t help but let out a giggle, which turned all the attention to me, and with that, both Luna and Mana ran straight up to me, hugging my lower torso.

“Y/n! You’re here!” one of the girls yelled in excitement, causing me to grin.

“Indeed I am! How do you girls think Mitsuya’s been feeling?” I ask, playing along with their ‘doctor’ game.

“Well—based on what I have seen, I think he has—uhhhh…a cough!” Luna says hesitantly as Mana nods.

I kneel down as I place the grocery bags I brought on the floor, trying to reach to their level, and say in a surprised manner “Oh, really?! Poor Mitsuya, he must he feeling awful, right? What do you guys recommend him to do?”

“Sleep!” Mana answers and Luna adds, “Yeah, I think he must rest well!”

“Exactly, now why don’t you girls go to your room while I make sure that Nee-san gets the sleep he needs so that we can all play together later?” I offer, excitingly, earning nods and ‘yeah, hurray!’ from one of them as they rush to their rooms.

I stand up again and approach Mitsuya, and Oh God. Exhaustion was painted all over his face, tired eyes begging to sleep and some messy hair.

“How are you feeling, Taka?” I ask softly.

“Take a guess, babe,” He responds sarcastically in a rough, scratched voice.

“Well, based on what your little doctors told me, not very well,” I joke as I bring my hand to his forehead, and as expected, he was burning up.

“Woah, what an absolute genius you are, babe” he coughs.

“Yeah yeah, whatever. I get that all the time, but anyway, do you wanna head to your room? I’ll make you some food before handing you your medicine and then you can head to sleep and I’ll take care of the girls for tonight,”

“Sounds good to me, I think my head is about to explode,” He winces as he tries to get up in a vain attempt.

“Take it easy, Taka, let me help you,”

And with that, I help him up and make sure he walks without stumbling and breaking a bone to his room. I grab some water and place it beside his nightstand.

“You can sleep while I make the food if you want, but it shouldn’t take long,” I mention as I lean in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Yeah I think I’ll stay awake—b—cough—but you stay away from me- or else you—cough—you’ll catch my cold—“ He coughs again.

“Oh don’t be silly, of course I’ll catch your cold, but you’ll take care of me the next,” I grin as I begin making my way out of his room.

“I don’t know how I ended up being with you, but I’m not complaining,” he faintly mutters to himself, smiling softly at no one in particular.

He does realise that even if you make silly jokes sometimes, he’s indeed the luckiest man on earth to have you beside him.

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[nohoney]

thinking of fuyumi’s bestie being in a relationship with hot older brother! Touya

“Hey! Sorry I’m a little late! Kinda got held up a little, sorry.” You sit down across from Fuyumi, just a few minutes late from the lunch reservation she had made for the two of to have some alone time. “Just ah, traffic and all that. You know?”

Your best friend giggles, fixing her glasses and pouring you a cup of water. You call it traffic but Fuyumi has noticed the pattern early on that it’s just code for ‘Touya made me run late’ and she’s polite enough to not say a word. You had always been punctual before when it came to any plans the two of you made together. Since dating her older brother, there were a few times that you’d send the ‘running late!’ text and always send your apologies.

Fuyumi didn’t mind though, it wasn’t a terrible habit that happened too often.

You and her do a small catch up over tea sandwiches and little cakes served on delicate tiers. How are the kids in the classroom? How are your office clients? This happened when I went grocery shopping. I saw this really interesting video about compassion fatigue the other day.

The two of you are bouncing off one another and decide that it’s time to pay and leave the tea room. It’s supposed to be your treat today but you look into your purse and find your wallet missing.

“Ah fuck! I think I left my wallet in my other bag!” your face heats over the embarrassment of not having any means to pay for lunch, searching twice again despite knowing that your credit cards won’t magically appear looking into your small purse. “Dammit! This is Touya’s fault!”

“My fault?”

Both you and her look to see Touya walking up to the little table you’re seated at, standing out in the flowery pink tea room. He holds up a little wallet, one that Fuyumi recognizes as the one you’ve had for the last few years, holding it limply towards you and you take it from his hand. “Don’t pin the blame on me, you’re the one who forgot it.” he’s nonchalant as he sits in the empty chair beside you.

“Yeah, because you-“ you start to speak but then your eyes glance to Fuyumi before you pipe down. She knows damn well that the reason why you were late was because of her brother but she doesn’t need to know the details of how he made you late.

“Say thank you.” Touya tells you as he reaches for a leftover sandwich on the cake tier, “I paid for your guys’ bill.”

“Okay, thank you. You can go now.” You try to wave him off, “I’ll text you later.”

Touya scoffs and peers into your tea cup, wondering if drinking it would be worth it to quench his thirst. He’s not exactly a fan of tea itself. “Are you really blowing me off?” he directs his gaze to his younger sister, “Stop hogging my girlfriend.”

Fuyumi laughs, “I’m not hogging her. I’m just spending time with my best friend.”

“Yeah, and you girls have had plenty of years together. Now I want my time.”

You step in with an audible groan to cut off the dialogue, “Alright, I will not be in a Todoroki sibling competition for my attention. Touya, thanks for bringing my wallet. I’ll… reward you for it later.”

It’s all he needs to hear, springing up from his chair and saying that he’ll expect you to keep your promise. All you give him is a sigh and a little nod, rolling your eyes when he kisses your forehead and bids the two of you goodbye.

“Sorry about… your brother, I guess.” You’re a little sheepish but there’s no mistaking the happy smile that comes on your face.

And Fuyumi smiles back at you, having noticed that Touya had been a little happier since having met you.

[miizuzu]

part 3, just a friendly reminder that im no writer and my english is very questionable...mdni ...

“Xavier, Wake up. You're going to catch a cold if you keep sleeping like this.” You were nudging his arm. When you realized you couldn’t get a response, you tried to get off his bed to look for your undergarments that Xavier randomly flinged everywhere. You were thinking to yourself to not give him the chance to undress you anymore. His arms caught you, pulling you back towards himself. “Where are you going?” he mumbles while his eyes are still closed but his eyebrows furrow. “I’m trying to get dressed. And you should too.” You tried to wiggle out of his arms but his strength is stronger, even with him being half asleep.

“Your phone kept going off, you should check it.” You playfully pinched Xavier on his cheeks, “Come on, Xavier, get up~~~ Good boys will get rewarded.” His ears flinched at your words, eyes opened and sat up in one smooth motion. “Yes my lady. Right away!” He rolls out of bed and starts looking for his phone. You couldn’t help but blush while seeing his perfect physics. “Maybe you should cover yourself while you're at it.” You had your hands covering your eyes. He couldn’t help but chuckle at how cute you are acting. 

He found his boxers and pants and slipped it on, he also found your bra and panties. Which he did not want to hand over. He only gave in after you pouted at him. You went to grab the hoodie after putting on your bra and panties but could not find the sweatpants which he secretly kicked under the bed. You figured that you were mostly covered, so you didn’t chase him for another pair. 

Xavier finally found his phone and checked on the notifications, to his dismay, he has been assigned to a different area than you. “Jenna asked me to go on a special assignment. I will have to be away for a few days.” He hasn't even left yet but is already missing being around with you. “I’m sure you will have no issue handling everything.” You walked behind him and hugged him from behind. “But I guess your reward will have to wait.” He placed his hand on top of your arm and rubbed circles, “I guess I got something to look forward to when I get back.” He smiles gently.

“I guess I should just go home now, you still have to pack for your trip.” Your uniform is now clean and dried. You release his waist, but he turns around and hugs you instead. “Could you just stay the night?” he whines. You know if you stay, he will have a harder time leaving tomorrow. “I don’t want you to be late. The mission must be important if they are sending you. I’ll be waiting for your return, so stay safe.” 

It took a while but you finally convinced him to let you go. You got back to your apartment, you took Xavier’s hoodie with you, another trophy of sorts. You went to the bathroom and wiped yourself off with a towel, trying to avoid the bandages around your thigh. You blushed to yourself remembering the sensation Xavier gave you earlier in the day. You shook your head to get your mind out of the gutter, grabbed a small bite to eat and headed for bed. 

Seems you will have some free time to yourself for a few days, with Xavier going on a different assignment, Zayne having his usual appointments and surgeries lined up, and Rafayel going away for his exhibition. You felt lonely for the first time in a while, but managed to sleep through the night.

Work was easy today, there were no reports of attacks and no one needed to be dispatched. You were just in the headquarters writing reports when you received a phone call from Thomas. “Hello Thomas? Is something the matter?” you questioned since Rafayel should be on his way to his exhibition. “Hey Y/N, has Rafayel called you? He hasn't answered his phone the whole day. I’m already at the hotel we are supposed to stay at and he has not checked in yet.” Thomas always calls you when Rafayel goes off the grid.”I’ll be off soon, I will go check the studio later.” “Thank you Y/N, you are the only one I can depend on.”

You headed over to Rafayel’s house, his car was still in the garage. You started ringing the doorbell and when that didn’t work, you banged on the door. “Rafayel? Are you home?” You heard a sound of dishes breaking and you panicked. “Rafayel! Are you ok?” Realizing he will not get the door, you ran around his house and noticed an opened window and you climbed in. It was the window in his studio, the whole place is a mess with paint laying everywhere. You quickly took your boots off and left them next to the window. 

“Rafayel! Where are you?” you speed around the house looking for him. You finally found him, laying on his couch by the window on the second floor, one arm hanging on the back of the couch and one leg hanging off. His face is all red and he seems to be having problems breathing. “Rafayel!!” you ran to him, worried. “What happened? Are you not feeling well? Should I take you to the hospital?” You bombarded him with questions. 

“I’m fine, just feeling a little under the weather. I will be back to normal soon.” he tried to play it off as nothing. You were worried and wanted to make sure he was actually fine. “Is there anything you want me to do? How can I help?” “Water…, can you get me some water?” Rafayel weakly asked. “Yes, I’ll go grab some, just hang tight.”

You ran to the kitchen and grabbed a cup and filled it with water, before going back to Rafayel, you decided to text Thomas to tell him Rafayel is not well and will not be able to get to the exhibit. Thomas was relieved and said he understands before asking you to watch after him, he thanked you again for your help.

You rushed back upstairs with the cup of water only to find Rafayel had rolled off the couch and landed facing down on the floor. You put the cup down and quickly rushed over and helped him back up. “Are you sure you are fine? How are you this weak?” You placed your hand on his forehead and he feels like he's burning up. Shocked by the heat, you wanted to check his temperature and activated the scanner on your hunter’s watch. “Signs normal” the watch rings, ‘How is he normal??’ you questioned your watch. 

“Y/N, I’m fine~~ stop being such a worry ward. You should go home, don’t worry about me.” he tries to say playfully. “How can I not worry? I am your girlfriend aren’t I? Why won’t you tell me what’s wrong with you?” You shouted and tears of frustration filled your eyes. Rafayel hears you holding back sobs, and he feels terrible. “I don’t to scare you.” he says, “Well you are scaring me right now!” you snapped back. “I mean, I don’t want you to be scared of what I really am.” he replies.

“What do you mean what you really are…?” you tried to calm down but still wanted answers. “I’m not Human, Y/N. Once a year, my kind would become weak and vulnerable, and when the day is over, I will be back to normal. I just don’t want you to see me as a monster.” he finally confessed. You’ve heard about this before, Lemurian, an ancient race of mermaids who would become weak on that one special day. Humans would hope to catch a Lemurian in their weakened state and tell them to make a profit. “Rafayel, are you… a Lemurian?” 

“...... Yes. Are you scared of me now?” He stares into your eyes, he wanted to reach for you but was too weak to move. The sun was setting, and the room was starting to get dim. There was something forming on his face, it was blueish and glittering, like shiny fish scales, reflecting whatever light there is left. He looks absolutely stunning, you could hardly take your eyes off of him. “I would never be scared of you,

You will always be my Rafayel.” You reassure him as you rub his cheeks  tenderly. He purrs to your touch, for someone that is actually Lemurian, he sure is acting more like a cat. 

He was so glad that you accepted him for what he is, and even called him yours. He can't control his smirk on his face. You know he would have jumped you if he was his normal healthy self. You decided to tease him a bit. You lean closer to him, breathing in his ears, “You are my adorable little fishie. Right?” “Yes, my love. I’m all yours.” His face was red and looked so sexy. You wanted to tease him some more but ended up getting flustered. “I’m going to go to the kitchen and find you something to eat.” 

You ran downstairs because you didn't want Rafayel to see your lustful face. He was giving off some vibes that are making you lose control. You walked past the studio and without paying attention, knocked over a bucket of paint Rafayel left sitting on the ladder. He heard the rattling downstairs and was trying to ask you what happened but his voice was too weak. 

“Umm, Rafayel? I’m going to need to borrow your shower…” you embarrassingly walk back upstairs with paint covered ⅔ of your uniform and body. Rafayel couldn't help but laugh at your clumsiness. He was fine with you using his showers and even told you where you can find a change of clothes, temporarily for when you put your uniform in the wash. 

You walked into his closet, which was almost as big as your room. And found the location he told you about and opened the drawers. You couldn't believe your eyes. There were so many female outfits from gowns to fancy undergarments. Your heart sank for a moment. Yes, he is rich, he must have had other partners before you, but you can't help but feel a knot in your stomach. You took something in there and went into the showers. 

Rafayel wanted to check on you but he does not have the strength, he tried walking back to his bedroom and he collapsed half way, he is trying to drag himself there, crawling on the floor. You got out of the shower and came to his rescue. He was panting like he ran a marathon. His eyes closed trying to catch his breath. You helped him onto his bed, that's when he finally noticed you chose a set of red lingerie, panties with a laced bra in a see through dress. 

His eyes almost jumped out of his sockets, why, or how could you wear that when he was so weak he couldn't even lift his fingers properly. He was clearly fascinated and upset at the same time, his pupils were dilated but you could see them shiny. He stares at you with those primal eyes, and you feel like he's trying to set what little clothes you have on fire. 

“My love… How could you do this to me? Wearing something this beautiful on a day I couldn’t do anything… you're so cruel.” He yelps as he pants. “Was this something your ex-girlfriend left behind?” your questions with a hint of bitterness to your voice, gave Rafayel a hard on. You slowly ran your hands up Rafayel’s thighs and continued “Are you this turned on from seeing me wear something someone else left behind?” Rafayel lets out a painful moan as you squeeze his upper thigh. “No… My love… I just…” he tried to keep his darting eyes on you, overwhelmed with pleasure. “Are you picturing her face with me in front of you?” You were frustrated, down right angry. So full of jealousy and you can't control yourself, you hate what you're saying but words keep coming out of your mouth. 

“Y/N.” You flinched as Rafayel called your name. You stare straight into his eyes. “You are the only one I ever let in my bedroom. I bought all those hoping one-day you would wear them for me. I just didn't expect it to be today, when I don't even have the strength to touch you.” Your overpowering demeanor crumbled in seconds, and is now filled with an overwhelming amount of embarrassment. You tried to run but Rafayel managed to grab onto you with all the power he had left.

“Don't go.” He begged. He loved that you got jealous over a girl that never existed, the only reason you would get so mad was because you loved him. “I'm so sorry Rafayel. I have this ugly jealousy.” You started sobbing while hiding behind your free arm. “You are the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on, you are always pretty. How about you make it up to me? I have no strength left but my bro down there is begging for release. Could you help me?” He placed your palm on his twitching bulge. 

You nodded your head, pulling down his pants along with his boxers and his cock springs free. You were laying belly down between his legs, your face was inches away from the pulsing length. You reached for it and poked the head, it was a pretty color of pink. You could see veins throbbing, already leaking from the tip, twitching with need. “Please touch me, I need more.” Rafayel whines and begs. “I’ve… never done this, I don't know if I can help you feel good.” you are shy but you want to touch him, you just don't want to make him more uncomfortable.

His face is gleaming hearing you are willing to do this for him and with him being the first of the 3. There is a huge smirk on his face. “Don't worry my love, I will guide you through, just listen to my voice.” hearing him say that made you feel hot, you're now burning with desire to not let him down. “First, I need you to wrap your hands around me.” You eagerly complied. “My god…your hands are soft…I might not last very long…” he bites his lower lip and closes his eyes, trying to focus on our touch. “Now, tighten your grip a bit, MMM just like th-that…'' he is now breathing through his mouth, panting and moaning each breath. Your eyes were glued to his facial expressions, it was a mix of pleasure and pain, you can't help but think about how pretty he looks. “Now… slowly stroke your hands up and down for me.” You were starting to pant as well as your hands slowly moved up and down his rock hard cock. You slowly increase the speed of your hand movements, and you could feel Rafayel thrusting up his hips to meet your tempo. “I'm close, my love, you're gonna make me cum.” His breathing is much heavier, finally opening his eyes to stare passionately into yours’. “Hah..hah…MMM this feels so good. I'm cu-cumming!” He releases a heavy load with most of it landing on your face. 

“You are… so damn beautiful, you are lucky I can't move a muscle.” You thought about wiping your face with a kleenex, but another idea springs to mind. You used one of your hands to guide the cum on your face into your mouth, you let out a soft moan as you pushed all the salty, slimy texture into your lips, Rafayel was just watching you in awe with his beautiful blue-pink eyes, not even blinking for a second. You left your mouth open and swished the liquid around your tongue and finally closed your mouth and swallowed. 

“Shit! You can't do this, haa…you're not playing nice. I want to make you feel good too…” Rafayel whines, but his energy has long been spent. You can see he could hardly keep his eyes open. “I'll get you back.” He taunts you before succumbing to his sleepiness. 

You took your phone and decided to take a picture of Rafayel’s peaceful sleeping face. You made it his contact picture. He looks like an angel, but you were sure once he regains his strength he will become the devil. A part of you looking forward to it? You weren't sure if he was actually going to be better like he said, or if he was just saying it so you won't worry. You decided to text Jenna, asking her if you could work from home if there was just paperwork to be done. Jenna texted you back ‘That is fine, your primary physician actually sent us a note to keep you off the field for a while, that was why you were on paperwork duty. Xavier also insisted, if we didn't know any better, it would seem like you got life threatening injuries.’ 

You couldn't help but feel thankful to Zayne and Xavier for watching out for you. Even though you thought it would be fine to go into the field. But you decided that you shouldn't make them both worry about you. You laid beside Rafayel, his arm rests under your neck. You felt tired from all the excitement you had earlier and fell asleep on his arm. 

When morning arrives, Rafayel wakes up thinking it was all a feverish dream, only to realize you stayed the night and are peacefully sleeping tugged in his blanket next to him. He still couldn't believe it was real, until he lifted his blanket and saw you in the red see-through lingerie. His face becomes red from ear to ear in an instant and he covers you up again. 

A wicked idea comes to his mind. He reached for his cellphone and took a selfie with you covered except your face. And he then sent a text in the group chat. “I win.” Without explanation. He wanted to send the picture as well but he stopped himself knowing you would get mad at him if he actually does. 

He lifted up the cover once more to admire your beauty, he was brushing your hair behind your ears when he saw the hickey at your neck. ‘Which one of the bastards did it? How dare they mark you before I get the chance?!’ Rafayel thought to himself. He felt jealous, pouting. He lightly tipped you on your back and pulled his arm out from under you. 

Rafayel sits up and runs both his hands all over you. So gently that it felt ticklish. You tried to swat away whatever was tickling you. Rayafel took it to offense and pinned your hands beside your head and lowered his lips over the hickey and sucked on your skin like his life depended on it. Your eyes widened, shocked at the sudden pressure on your sensitive skin. “Ahh!?…Rafayel?! What are you doing?” You tried to struggle your hands free but to no avail. You were glad that Rafayel got his strength back but now you're worried what he would do from all the teasing you did to him the night before. 

He finally released you from his lips, he had overlapped Xavier's mark with his own and he was now satisfied and proud of it. He was so focused on leaving you the mark he didn't even notice you waking up and questioning him. His eyes finally traveled up to your face and realized you woke up. “Oh hey you, finally awake?” his hands are still pinning you down but his face now hovers over yours. You feel shy thinking back on all the things you said to him, really hoping he didn't remember anything that happened the night before. 

“...Good morning Rafayel, how are you feeling?” You asked him, trying hard to not look flustered. “I feel great” he is running his eyes all over the features of your face. “You did so well, taking care of me, and all my needs.” His long eyelashes eyes stares right into your soul. You feel your face burning, you want him to back up but wasn’t sure what you could do or say. You could only think of one thing. You lifted your head up and kissed him. 

He backed up as you planned, even letting go of one of your hands to try and cover his blushing face. “You know you've been very courageous since last night. Are you ready for the consequences?” Oh no, he remembers, and but the sound of it, payback is on its way. 

Rafayel intertwined his fingers with yours with the hand he was holding you down, while with his other hand his index lands on your lips and travels down your body. His finger has reached your belly and paused before traveling lower again. “So, has anyone…explored this part of you yet?” You could hear in his tones he has mixed feelings, still hoping he could be your first. It was too embarrassing to tell him so all you could do was nod. 

He let out a long sigh, he felt defeated with a hint of anger. “Did you 2……” you know what he was about to ask you as he pouts. “No.” you confirmed. Rafayel breathes a sigh of relief. “So what DID he do?” Rafayel asked as his finger ran circles around your clit. “Did his fingers feel good?” You were too embarrassed to answer him, you kept shaking your head. “No? Did it not feel good or did he not use his hands?” His fingers now go down your folds, teasing your entrance. “Ngh! No…” you breathe heavy. “No, what? You have to tell me my love. You will get your reward when you do.” He moves his hand away, and you gasped at his sudden withdrawal. “No! Don't stop! Rafayel please…Xavier…used his mouth…” you turned your face away after finally confessing.

“When did my love become so needy?” What Rafayel asked got you speechless, when did you become so shameless? You feel upset about yourself. You're holding your breath, biting on your bottom lip so hard a droplet of blood came rolling down. Rafayel sees you and cups your cheeks, “My love, please relax. I didn't mean it in a bad way… I just…got jealous, that's all… I'm sorry, so please stop biting your lips.” He rubs his thumb over your fresh wound then gives you a kiss on the lips. “I want you to be needy, it shows me that you want me. I promise to make you feel good. Please just relax.” Rafayel tries to comfort you. 

You finally relaxed your jaws as Rafayel calmed you. “That's right, relax, my love. I promise I will take care of you.” ‘I’ll do better than Xavier.’ he thought to himself. Rafayel hovers over you, balancing on his knees and his one elbow of the hand that tightly grips your hand. You tried to calm down your breathing and with Rafayels’ hand just traveling wherever he wanted, it wasn't an easy thing to do. He sees you struggling but can't help to tease you for how cute you are reacting to him. He loves seeing every single of your reactions. It fuels him, it gives him the confirmation he needs to help you feel good. 

“Rafayel…..” you called him with a whimpering voice, tugging at his shirt with your free hand. His face turned red from your beautiful wanting face. “Sorry, princess. Time for your reward.” He kisses you on your cheeks, jaw and down your neck. His hand claps on your thigh, giving you a shock of pleasure as he travels up towards your core. “Did I tell you how beautiful you look in this lingerie? Absolutely breathtaking. I knew you would look good but I wasn't expecting this.” His compliments are driving you closer to the edge. 

“Rafayel! No more teasing…please…” you reached your hand to the back of his head and tugged lightly at his hair. He whispered quietly under his breath. “Fuck.” He brushes your panties aside with his thumb and his middle finger is rubbing at your entrance, he is using every fiber of his body to make sure it's not too rough with you. When his finger finally enters you, you scream out in pleasure as your back arches high, you’ve never felt anything like this, the slight tingle of pain throws you into shock and your orgasm takes over you.

“Did…did you just cum from that?” Rafayel was a bit shocked, he hardly inserted his finger. “Oh, my love, you are the most adorable little thing.” He kept his eyes on you. Your face all twisted with pleasure and ecstasy gave him a hard on. “My love, can you touch mine for me please? I want us to cum together. You can go again right?” He was still holding onto your dominant right hand and you were forced to use your left for him. You yanked his pants down along with his boxers moving your hand from his left to the right as his pants and boxer fell above his knees. He had been a leaking mess for a while. 

You could feel his pre-cum dripping on your belly, you placed your fingers on his leaking tip and he started puffing, he is trying to control his breathing and focus so he does not come undone from just a few strokes. His finger inside you started moving, slowly gliding in and out of you and you started to grip his cock a bit tighter. He leans in to kiss you and licks your lips wanting access to your mouth. When you part your lips, his tongue slips in and finds yours. The room is filled with wet, slurping sounds. You are both really turned on from it. 

Your hand was stroking up and down Rafayels’ length as he lines up his index finger along with his middle and pushes both into your core. “Ahh!” Your shaky eyes widened and started getting teary, Rafayel so captivated by them, he started moving his hand in a twisting motion, sending waves of pain and pleasure through your whole body. Your grip tightens more and your stroking becomes faster. He gently bites your lower lips as you both try to catch your breaths. “MMM! Raf...” you wanted to tell him you are almost there. His hand now resumes gliding in and out of you while his twisting motion doesn't stop, he had you screaming his name as you climaxed again. He also came as you screamed his name in pure ecstasy, his cum landed on the see-through lingerie as he finally sat up and admired his new masterpiece, being you. 

Rafayel lowered his hips to meet yours, your body twitched and your eyes darted to his. “Rafayel…? What are you trying to do?” you are scared, you came with 2 of his fingers and the tingling pain was still there. You were not ready to take him inside you yet, mentally and physically. Rafayel sees your face and you struggle. He found it really cute that his fearless bodyguard does get scared sometimes. “Don’t worry my love, I won't enter, I can see you are not ready and I'm not one to force my lover to give me what I want.” His reassurance calmed you down a bit but his moving hips got you flustered. “Since I can't enter, can I just rub myself against you?” 

You were not sure what he meant but nodded anyway, and in seconds your panties and the see-through dress was no longer on you. He had his arms under your waist, he cock is now hard again and is right above your clit. He lowers himself and starts thrusting his hips, grinding his cock to your clit. You both moan in pleasure, you could feel your pussy getting extremely wet. Your legs were brought up and he would rub your entrance all the way up to your clit with each thrust. The friction felt so good for him and with your leaking pussy, he thought he was already inside you. 

Rafayel thrusts himself faster and you could see his eyes closed and brow furrowed, biting on his lip to stop himself from drooling. “This feels hah… so good, almost as if… ngh… I'm inside you.” His forehead is now touching yours and his mouth gaping wide open trying to catch his breath. With a few more thrust, he came all over your bare belly. And he rolls off to the side of you. Looking absolutely fucked out. You rolled towards him and gave him a passionate kiss.

You sat up, thinking you should get home and start on your paperwork since you are supposed to be working. “Rafayel, I should get going. I still need to do some work and my laptop is at home.” Rafayels' face changed from bliss to abandoned kitty mode. “Do you really have to go?” He whines as he slowly sits up. “Yeah, I rushed out of the office yesterday to get here as soon as I can to check up on you, there's still a lot of reports I have not finished.” Rafayel softens up a bit knowing he was the reason why she left work unfinished and felt glad that you thought he is more important than your work. 

“I'm going to need another shower before I go.” You looked down at yourself and started blushing. “I'll join and help wash you.” Rafayel jokingly suggested. You gave him a nod of approval and his face instantly turned red, thinking you wouldn't let him. He slid off the bed and in an instant he was fully naked. He walks over to the other side of the bed where you were and bridal carries you to his bathroom. He unhooks your lace bra, helps you stand in his shower and he follows shortly. 

The shower turned into a steamy makeout session, he cleans you thoroughly from head to toe, and you help him. Rafayel felt so comfy in water and with you being in the shower with him he felt like he was home.

It took a long time before he finally let you leave but you managed to get home on your bike and started on your reports. You were working for so long that you didn't even notice what time it was, all you knew was your stomach was growling and you decided to order some food. You realized it was already dark and your lights weren't on. You took a break from your laptop and went to turn the lights on. You went to the bathroom to wash your face. 

When you came out, you saw a tall black figure standing at your apartment entrance. You almost thought you forgot to lock the door earlier, you finally noticed it was Zayne. “Zayne! You scared me, why are you just standing there? Come in.” Zayne was just looking down and not saying anything. You could tell something was wrong but you are not sure if he would open up. He finally removed his shoes and put them on the shoe rack, eyes still avoiding you and standing by the door like he was about to be kicked out any second. You walked over to him and pulled him towards the couch and sat him down. 

His silence was overwhelming and you are worried. You kneel down to your knees beside Zayne and place your hands on his fist on his lap. “Zayne? Did something happen?” For someone who normally sits up straight, his back is now slouched and you lift your right hand to cup his cheeks, his left hand travels up and greets your hand. His sharp hazel eyes finally met yours’, his lips parted but words were struggling to come out. “...... What did he mean by ‘I win’?'' You had a confused look on your face. “What do you mean?” you question. Zayne shows you his phone with the group chat, Rafayel’s taunting message saying ‘I win’.

You are now as confused as Zayne, and when he sees your confused look on your face, he finally relaxes and releases a soft chuckle. He pinched the bridge of his nose thinking to himself how silly he must have been to worry about Rafayel’s stupid little taunt the whole day. He had been struggling to focus on his work the whole day thanks to Rafayel. He lay on the back of the couch with his head resting on it and had his arm covering his eyes while his legs were apart. You adjusted yourself from beside him to being between his legs, you wanted to see his face more clearly. 

Zayne jolted as you lean in closer, unintentionally placing your hands on his lap as you do, his ears starting to turn pink. You’ve never seen him flustered before, you thought he was sick as you tried to check his temperature by putting your forehead against his while your hand brushes his bangs away.. “Just what do you think you’re doing?” he furrows his brows again, as he grabs your wrist. He thought you were trying to tease him but your genuine, innocent concerned eyes told him otherwise. “I just wanted to make sure you're alright.” 

He relaxes his brows and smiles at you while caressing your cheeks, “Don't worry, I am already feeling much better than before.” You rest your head on Zayne's chest, your chest pressed against his torso, you could hear his heart beating faster. “I missed you Zayne…” He wraps his arms around you, “I've missed you too.” It was a very tender moment, and you tried to hug him tighter, suddenly you felt his bulge on your belly. Your eyes darted to him, he was hoping you didn't feel it, but how could you not? He's twitching uncontrollably. 

“Sorry my sweet, been pretty busy the last couple of days and have been feeling a bit frustrated. Rafayels' little stunt didn't help.” His hand is back pinching the bridge of his nose. You giggled at him. “Maybe I can help you relieve some stress?” You placed your hands on his throbbing boner. He was surprised at your offer. You were so flustered last time he grabbed your hand to touch him and now you seem normal. ‘Maybe I should be wary towards those 2 afterall.’ Zayne thought to himself. 

“It seems you have no issues with toughing it anymore. Was it because of Rafayel?” Zayne's hazel eyes are glaring, he looks like he is getting angry. You couldn't lie to Zayne so you told him the truth. “I… gave him a hand job.” Your face was turning red and you looked away from Zayne's eyes. “Is that all?” He asks while staring down at you. “......he came all over my face.” You shut your eyes tight, afraid of what you might see as Zayne clicks his tongue in dismay. “Anything else?” “I might have swallowed some of it.” 

It was as if you heard something snapped. He pulled your face towards him, the sudden jerking motion had you widen your eyes and reverted your attention back to him. He drags the bottom of your lips down with his thumb, as the other hand runs in his hair to push it back while staring you straight in the eyes. “Since you did it for him, you wouldn't mind doing it for me too, right?” Zayne wasn't really asking, he was demanding you. You gulped a mouth full of air as your hands traveled to his belt buckle. Your shaky hands unbuckles his belt and unbutton his trousers, pulling his zipper down and finally setting his cock free. It springs out of his pants and you were shocked by his size. Rafayel and Xavier weren't on the small side but Zayne's is huge. You could hardly get a grip on him with one hand. 

You were amazing at his sheer size. You were thinking how something this big will ever fit inside you? The thought of it made you squeeze your thigh together in excitement and fear. “Why don't you give it a taste?” Zayne's voice says seductively, you moaned and kissed his tip. You could see his pre-cum starting to leak, you tried to catch every drop with your tongue. “My sweet girl does everything so well.” He coos. You had your lips all over his length and you licked him from top to bottom. 

You brushed your hair behind your ear as you lined your lips to his cock. Parting slightly as he enters your mouth. Zayne throws his head back from the tightness of your mouth. The stretch was hurting the corners of your mouth but you sucked up to it. Zayne's breathing becomes heavier, you tried to use your hands to jerk him off since you were having trouble having all of him in your mouth. “That pretty little mouth all over my cock, does it excite you, my sweet?” He placed one hand behind your head and lightly grabbed onto your hair. You tried your best to fit more of him into your mouth, as he goes deeper, your eyes start getting teary. He would tug you softly towards him, making sure he doesn't hurt you. You angled yourself to take all of him, and he let out a loud moan when he hit the back of your throat. His cock was making you gag, but you tried your best and wanted to let him feel good. 

You slowly pull your head back only to push yourself back, your motion gets faster and the next thing you know, your head is bobbing over Zayne's cock. “This feels so much better than I expected, have you been doing it for them?” His head is lowered, eyes closed and mouth open, panting heavily. You tried to shake your head without letting go, you tried to muffle out a no but it just turned out as a moan. Zayne had both his hands on your head now as he fucks you in your mouth. “I'm close, my sweet girl, you will accept all of me right?” You nodded your head and his hips began to thrust upward into your mouth. “Do your best to keep your beautiful eyes on me, I want you to see me cum for you.” Zayne demands, and you complied. Trying to keep your watery eyes on Zayne's while sucking him off, taking him all the way into your throat. Your teary eyes are driving him insane, he grunts and holds your head close to his base as he shoots hot cum down your throat. Your tears are rolling down your cheeks and it is hard to breathe as you gag and choke on his cum. 

He pulls himself out and helps you get up to straddle on his lap as you cough and tries to catch your breath. He sees drool and cum spilling out the corners of your mouth and holds your chin up with one hand, admiring your beauty. “That was great my sweet, you did really well, taking all of me in that cute little mouth of yours.” You were tired and worn out, but you managed to smile sweetly to Zayne's compliments. 

“Since you did such a good job, would you like a reward?” He whispers into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “Can…can I get a kiss?” You stare longingly into Zayne's eyes. He pulls you in and kisses you passionately, one hand caressing your cheek and the other on your lower back. “I was thinking about a different reward.” Zayne's hand slips inside your pajama shorts with his fingers teasing your drenching folds. “My sweet girl got this wet from sucking me off? You are so adorable.” He presses light kisses on your cheeks and neck as you pants and moan. 

His hand has left your cheeks and found its way inside your hoodie, cupping your breast and pinching your hard nipples. “I want to see everything, lift up your arms so I can take this off.” He took his hands off you to take off your hoodie which you had nothing else underneath. He got you to stand up as he took your pajama shorts and panties off as well, before pocketting your panties which you didn't stop him. He took a second to scan you from head to toe before pulling you back into his embrace with your back now towards his chest, legs spread as you saddle on his legs, your folds were sitting on the base of his cock. You were embarrassed and nervous, the feeling of a bare cock so close to your entrance scared and excited you at the same time. 

“You're so warm and wet, you're driving me crazy.” Zayne has one hand back on your chest and the other rubbing circles on your clit. He's biting and sucking the back of your neck, you couldn't control your hips and glides your folds to his length. You had your eyes closed, feeling every little sensation amplified as you grind on his cock and his fingers playing with your clit. You were so close to your climax when you heard knocking on your door. Zayne was too focused on keeping himself from cumming from you grinding on his cock that he didn't even notice the knocking. You weren't able to say anything as all that was coming out from your mouth was heavy pants.

The knocking continued and you could hear someone talking, just as the talking stopped you heard the door being unlocked. You got so nervous that you became undone by Zayne's hands. “Ahhhn!!” You moan out loud as Xavier enters your apartment with the food you've ordered, and sees you coming as Zayne plays with your body. Xavier was angry, he placed the food on the dining table and walked in front of both of you. You being fully naked sitting on top of Zayne's cock, and Zayne finally noticed Xavier and unintentionally gave a taunting smirk. 

Xavier kneeled down in front of you and grabbed you off of Zayne, your arms now around Xavier's neck as you saddled on his thigh trying to catch your breath. Xavier glared at Zayne with darkened eyes, you've never seen him like that before and it scared you. Xavier was already insecure about Rafayel’s taunting message and seeing you become undone by Zayne drove him mad. Xavier hugged you so tightly around your waist while his murderous eyes stared at Zayne like he was a wanderer. 

“Welcome home, Xavier.” You said once you finally calmed your breathing, and you hugged him tight. Zayne's brows furrowed as you sweetly welcomed Xavier, even though he was the one who made you cum just now and it seems you have forgotten all about him. Xavier finally relaxed a bit as he buried his head on the crook of your neck, “I'm home.” 

Zayne slips your hoodie back over your head and says “Since you've ordered food, you better eat before it gets cold.” Xavier pouts as he lets you go, agreeing that you should eat first. Xavier walked you over to the dining table and sat you down and sat beside you. Zayne follows and sits across from you. “What brought you all the way here Dr. Pervert.” Xavier angrily asks. “The same reason why you're here. The message from Rafayel and just wanting to see Y/N after not seeing her for a few days.” 

The 2 men were just having small talk but you could tell they were at each other's throats. They do, however, decide to get back at Rafayel. You stare at the 2 of them, you can't help but think they are up to no good. You tried to calm the both of them down, “Do you 2 want some food? I ordered extra thinking I could eat it tomorrow.” You opened the cupboard trying to reach for some bowls on the top shelf, as you reached up, your lower body became exposed and they could see the wetness from your last orgasm dripping down your thighs. You quickly covered yourself up feeling embarrassed.

“The only thing I want to eat right now is you.” Xavier says with a dead serious face. You were shocked by his words and you became flushed in seconds. You don't even feel hungry anymore, you pull your hoodie down and squeeze your thighs together, biting your bottom lip as you stare at the 2 men. “It would seem she also wants us too by the looks of it.” Zayne chimes in. “Can I?” You looked at them, with wanting eyes. 

How could they possibly say no to how adorable you looked. They walked over and grabbed your hand and took you to your bedroom. They once again took your hoodie off, leaving you naked on the bed. You were staring at them with begging eyes and Xavier took the hint and started undressing himself, Zayne saw and followed. The 2 gorgeous men, now fully naked, one to your left and the other on your right. 

You were all on your knees and you turned facing Xavier, you missed not having him around and you leaned in to hug him. He tilted your head so he could kiss you on your lips, as you 2 exchanged sloppy kisses, you unintentionally lifted your ass, which was faced toward Zayne. He leans in to kiss you on your back as his hands fondle your breasts, making you moan. “Can I claim my reward now?” Xavier asks as his hands rubs your cheeks. You nodded and you leveled your head towards his hard length. 

You held his cock in your hands, balancing yourself on your elbows as you licked the dripping wetness off his tip. His hands were combing through your hair while he glued his eyes on your sexy face. “Where did you learn to do that?” Xavier exhales under his breath, he sees Zayne having a huge smirk on his face. “On second thought, don't answer that…'' he sighs. Zayne couldn't help but chuckle quietly, he has one hand on your hips and the other going between your legs towards your pussy. Just as you start taking Xavier into your mouth, Zayne's finger enters you, making you gasp for air and your breathing was sending waves of pleasure though Xavier. 

You tried to focus and suck on Xaviers’ cock but Zayne's finger was distracting you, making it hard to properly service Xavier. Once you got used to Zayne's rhythm, you were able to focus your attention back on making Xavier feel good, but Zayne wouldn't make it easy. Once he sees you lose focus of his finger inside you, he adds another. Stretching your cunt makes it hard for you to think. The sloppy blowjob was getting to Xavier as he glared angrily at Zayne for distracting you, but Zayne was enjoying his fun. 

Xavier was annoyed and grabbed you up and you were just dumbfounded, staring confusedly at Xavier as drool rolls down the corner of your mouth. “He's making it hard for me to properly receive my reward. Can I be inside you?” You blushed at his request but also wanted to fulfill your promise to him so you nodded. In one swift movement, your back is now towards Xaiver and you are now facing Zayne, Xaiver has one hand rubbing your clit as his other lines himself up to your entrance. 

Xavier starts pushing himself into your throbbing hole, the initial push makes your hold body jolt, you are being stretched on the bottom and you lose balance and land on Zayne's chest as he holds you up, he watches your face twist with pain and overwhelming pleasure. You were panting heavily and eyes widened but so unfocused you couldn't really think straight. “Hah…hah…darling you're so tight…relax a bit so I can come all the way in.” Xavier whispers in your ear as his hand rubs furiously on your bud. You try your hardest to loosen up and Xavier finally managed to sheath himself inside you. “Good job darling, now I can give you your reward.” 

He pulls out and slowly pushes himself back in. Zayne was holding you up while he sucked on your nipples one at a time. Xavier slowly adds speed towards his thrusting, if it wasn't for Zayne keeping you up, you wouldn't have collapsed on your bed long ago. You were both getting close to your climax, “Darling, you are making it very hard for me to pull out.” Xavier says as he thrust faster into you. “Don't pull out!” You begged. With your encouragement and a few more quick thrusts, you came and all you remember is Xavier swearing quietly “fuck!” as he came inside of you.

You and Xavier were trying to catch your breath as he saw his cellphone on the counter beside your bed. He grabbed it and Zayne knew what he wanted to do, he nodded his head in agreement and with that Xavier snapped a picture of your fucked out face and you sandwiched between Xavier and Zayne. Xavier sents the picture in the group chat and the next thing you know, your phone was ringing off the hook. Even though your phone was ringing and everyone knew who it was, you weren't able to pick it up being stuck between the 2 of them. Xavier finally pulls out and hot cum starts spilling out your hole and dripping down your thighs. 

“My turn.” Zayne grabs your waist, your back is now leaning towards Xavier as he kisses the side of your neck as he holds you up. Your body was overstimulated and you are reacting to every little touch. Zayne pushes himself inside you, “Fuck, you are so tight, sweetheart.” Your head is thrown back and you cry out, “I-I can’t, it's…mmnhg too much…” tears rolling down your cheeks as Xavier licks them all up. “You can do it, my sweet girl. You've never let me down.” Zayne coos you as he pushes more of him inside. “You're doing great darling, he's almost all the way in.” Xavier encouraged you. With a little more push, Zayne is now all the way inside you and you climaxed as he reached the deepest part of you. 

Throbbing and twitching around his cock, Zayne is about to lose himself in your warmth, your tight walls feeling as if it's trying to milk every last drop of cum out of him. He shuts his eyes and rapidly thrust his hips, knowing he will not last long. His mouth gaping wide open and his breath is a mess. He's gripping so hard on your hips that for sure you would end up with a bruise the next day. You feel like you are about to have another orgasm as Zayne is so close to his high. 

Outside your apartment building there was a loud screech. And the next thing you know, Rafayel has burst through your door breathing frantically. He watches as you and Zayne climax as he cums inside you, your back arches in such a sexy way as Xavier kisses your neck and pinch your nipples. Zayne pulls out and a large amount of cum comes spilling out. Rafayel looks as if he was about to commit murder, he gritted his teeth and walks towards you as the 2 men have their hands all over you. 

You see Rafayel and you reach both your arms towards him, he instantly melts and grabs hold of you, he looked like he was about to cry. Not sure how it happened, but you managed to turn and push him down on your bed. Rafayel blushed from ear to ear and was shocked at how you still had the strength after the 2 of them fucked your brains out. You were in a drunken state, you looked at him with primal eyes and licked your lips, you straddled him “Take them off.” you demanded as you tug on his trousers. 

His hands rushed to his belt and quickly unbuckled and slipped them off along with his boxers. “Lose the shirt too.” You told him, still straddled on him and your fingers running up the inside of his shirt. Rafayel takes it off and throws it in Xavier's face. Rafayel was trying to back himself up to the center of the mattress as you followed his hips closely. “I want this, now.” You were the hunter and Rafayel was your prey. You grabbed Rafayels’ leaking cock and lined yourself above him. Your hands placed on his chest as you lowered yourself towards him, panting heavily. You could feel his heart beating out his chest. His eyes stare straight into your dilated pupils as he tries his best to catch his breath. 

Xavier and Zayne just sit by your pillow, watching with envious eyes. When your hips finally met his, you pulled yourself all the way till only his tip was inside and you sat back down quickly and forcefully, making both of you moan loudly. You bounce yourself faster and faster on his cock and Rafayel had his head thrown back gasping for air. You were close again and he could feel you getting tighter, “p-princess I-I need mmhgn I need to cum. I'm gonna cum!” He whines and yelps as he grabs your thigh and thrust upwards towards you and you tilt your head back and come as he shoots loads and loads of hot cum inside your core. 

“I need you to do that for me next time darling.” Xavier said as he pouted. “I didn't think you had that in you.” Zayne was so impressed by your lustful desire. You finally collapsed beside Rafayel as you rode out your high. You spent the last of your stamina and your body was super sensitive as you felt the warmth leaking out your core. Rafayel rolls on top of you staring at your fucked out face, he anger as been long replaced by affection, all he could think about is what you just did for him as he start blushing again and lean in to kiss you on your lips. 

Your breath finally slows down and you feel so tired and sore that you can hardly stay awake. The 3 men helped clean you up, changed your sheets as they took turns holding onto you as they put boxers on. By the time they finish cleaning up, you've fallen asleep in Zayne's arms. He places you down on the bed and lays down beside you, brushing your hair behind your ear. You look so adorable and innocent in his arms. Rafayel and Xavier fight for the empty spot next to you as Zayne whispers sweet nothings in your ear to keep you asleep.

@huuvu

hope this is worth the wait... n_n;;

[jujumin-translates]

[A3!] Sakuya Sakuma | [SSR] Devil Maid’s Reward | Homemade Omurice

Guest A: Everything was once again delicious today.

Guest B: We’ll come again!

Sakuya: Yes, please do come again! Thank you so much!

*Shop bell rings*

Store Manager: Good work, Sakuma-kun.

Sakuya: Good work to you too. Seems like the lunch rush is over.

Store Manager: Yeah, things have finally settled down. You’ve been so busy all day, aren’t you tired?

Sakuya: A bit… But it makes me happy to see so many smiles on the customer’s faces, so I’m totally fine!

Store Manager: Being able to say things like that is what’s so great about you, Sakuma-kun.

Sakuya: Really? Thank you!

Store Manager: Haha, alright, after you clear that table, why don’t you take a break, Sakuma-kun? I made napolitan for the employee meal, so why don’t you have some?

Sakuya: Wait, there’s napolitan today? I’m glad! 

Sakuya: (I can’t wait to have napolitan.) 

Store Manager: If it looks like there won’t be too many more customers today, do you want to try making that one dish again?

Sakuya: Can I really? I’d love that!

Store Manager: You’ve gotten pretty good at making it, so I’m guessing today will be the last day I teach you.

Sakuya: Ahaha, I’ll do my best to make sure that’s the case.

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Sakuya: Good morning, Yuki-kun.

Yuki: Morning. Wait, forget about that. I didn’t know you were still here, Sakuya.

Sakuya: Yeah, I’ve been stretching in the rehearsal room… Are you going out somewhere today, Yuki-kun?

Yuki: I have new clothes I want to make, so I’m staying here.

Sakuya: I see! Can I see them whenever you make them?

Yuki: If I finish them.

Izumi: Ah, Sakuya-kun and Yuki-kun. So you two are still in the dorms.

Sakuya: Us two…?

Yuki: Oh, yeah, it has been awfully quiet today, hasn’t it?

Izumi: Everyone else left this morning, so I guess it’s just us for now.

Sakuya: Huh, really? It’s kinda weird for there to be so few people here.

Izumi: Will you be going to your part-time job today, Sakuya-kun?

Sakuya: Nope, I’m off today.

Izumi: Gotcha, so you’ll be able to take things easy then!

Sakuya: Yeah! I’m thinking of relaxing and reading the play I borrowed from the library later.

Sakuya: …Ah, right. You like omurice, right, Yuki-kun?

Yuki: I do, but why?

Sakuya: I’ve actually been learning how to make omurice at my part-time job recently.

Izumi: When you say at your part-time job, do you mean the Western-style restaurant Hanamura’s?

Sakuya: Yeah!

Yuki: I thought you were a server.

Sakuya: That’s my main job, but sometimes I’d end up in the kitchen doing dishes or something.

Sakuya: And I ended up watching the people in there cook…

Sakuya: After that, the manager started teaching me how to make omurice every once in a while when there weren’t that many customers.

Izumi: So that’s why! That was really nice of the manager to teach you.

Sakuya: Yeah. They’ve been really good to me!

Yuki: …So, what you’re saying is that you know how to make Hanamura’s omurice too.

Sakuya: Yeah, I’ve just finally memorized the recipe and the steps to making it pretty well.

Yuki: Huh, that’s great.

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Yuki: Hanamura’s omurice is pretty good.

Izumi: Yeah, their omurice is good, but so are their other dishes too.

Sakuya: Really!? Thank you.

Yuki: I dunno what you’re saying thank you for, you’re not the one making the dishes.

Sakuya: I also love Hanamura’s food because it’s so delicious, so I was just happy to hear you both say it’s good!

Yuki: Well, I guess I get how you feel. Hanamura’s omurice is pretty top-tier.

Izumi: It’s the kind that’s got chicken rice wrapped in it!

Sakuya: I like the kinda omurice that’s got ketchup on it!

Yuki: That’s the kind where you can write or draw stuff with the ketchup before you eat it. Omurice made the real way like that is no doubt the best, in my opinion.

Yuki: Man, talking about omurice has made me kinda hungry…

Izumi: Ah, it’s already past noon! I didn’t even realize. Alright, let’s find something to eat then.

Izumi: Is there anything you guys want for lunch? If I can make it, I’ll make it, otherwise, I can go out and buy something…

Sakuya: Um, well… If the two of you want, why don’t I make some omurice?

Izumi: Huh, you will, Sakuya-kun?

Sakuya: Yeah. And if we’re missing ingredients, I’ll go out and buy them. What do you guys think?

Izumi: I think we have all the ingredients, but… Are you really sure?

Sakuya: Of course! I mean, I wanted to make it for you, Yuki-kun, since you like omurice, and for you, Director, as thanks for always looking out for me, so…

Izumi: Thank you, I’m glad to hear that.

Yuki: You do know I’m pretty picky about my omurice, right?

Sakuya: I do. That’s why I want you to try omurice made by me…

Yuki: Hmm. Well, I just so happened to have been craving some omurice, so good luck.

Sakuya: Great! I’m gonna make delicious omurice just like from Hanamura’s, so look forward to it!

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Izumi: Alright, Yuki-kun and I will be in the dining room, so just call if you need anything.

Sakuya: Okay, thank you so much!

Sakuya: Alright, time to start cooking. For the ingredients, I need to get out…

Sakuya: Onions, bell peppers, chicken… Ah, and mushrooms. Good thing we’ve got all the ingredients!

Sakuya: First, I need to finely chop the onions…

Sakuya: (This’ll be divided among three people, so I’ll need quite a bit.)

Sakuya: Ueh…

Sakuya: (My eyes are watering… But I’ve gotta power through in order to make some delicious omurice!) 

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Sakuya: I’ve finished cutting up the bell peppers and the mushrooms too, now all that’s left is to cut up the chicken to be the size like how I was taught…

Sakuya: …Alright, I’m finished cutting things up.

Sakuya: Next, I’ve gotta beat the eggs and add a bit of milk and salt to them.

Sakuya: Then I just need to prepare the rice and then… There, everything’s ready to go!

Sakuya: (Time to get started on making some chicken rice! I just need to heat the frying pan, and then add some oil…)

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*Pan sizzling*

Sakuya: (...And now the chicken rice is complete! Good thing I was able to follow the recipe.)

Izumi: It’s starting to smell good.

Yuki: Seems pretty promising.

Sakuya: (I’m glad they’re both looking forward to it.)

Sakuya: It’s almost ready, so you’ll only have to wait for a bit longer!

Izumi: Feel free to take your time!

Yuki: I don’t want you screwing it up.

Sakuya: (All I’ve gotta do is cook the eggs, and then add the chicken rice before rolling it up.)

Sakuya: (But the cooking conditions are pretty tricky, so I’ve gotta adjust things and then shape them, so here’s where I’ve gotta really focus in…!)

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Sakuya: The omurice is done! It got kinda misshapen, but…

Izumi: Wow, it looks so good!

Yuki: Well, it looks good enough, at least.

Sakuya: I brought ketchup, so you can put it on however you’d like.

Yuki: Alright, I wanna draw something, so I’ll use it first. I’ve just gotta do something like this, and…

Izumi: That’s Yurukuma!

Yuki: Bingo.

Sakuya: Whoa, that’s really good! I wanna try drawing something like you did too.

Yuki: Okay, here’s the ketchup.

Sakuya: Thanks. I think I’ll draw some kinda animal too. Okay, first I’ll do the outline…

*Ketchup splashes out*

Sakuya: Uwhoa!?

Izumi: That came out so forcefully…!?

Yuki: Now, what exactly compelled you to strangle it? Your omurice is practically drowning in ketchup.

Sakuya: I was gonna try drawing something… Well, I guess I can’t draw anything anymore.

Yuki: You’d probably be able to do it if you actually do it right, but… It’d still be hard.

Sakuya: Yeah…

Izumi: Ah, then do you wanna swap with my omurice? There hasn’t been any ketchup put on it yet, so you can draw on it!

Sakuya: Huh!? But this one’s smothered in ketchup, I can’t let you eat that, Director…

Izumi: It’s fine, it’ll taste the same! Here, we’ll switch.

Sakuya: …Ah, then we don’t have to switch. Why don’t I just draw something on your omurice, Director? 

Izumi: Are you sure?

Sakuya: I’m sure! Like you said, it’ll taste the same, so I can just eat mine.

Izumi: Gotcha. Well, if you’re sure about it, then feel free to go ahead, Sakuya-kun!

Sakuya: Thank you so much!

Sakuya: (This time I’ve gotta be careful…)

Sakuya: …

Sakuya: …Done!

Yuki: Huh, that’s not half bad.

Sakuya: Really? It makes me happy to be praised by you like that, Yuki-kun.

Izumi: Is this a drawing of a cat, Sakuya-kun?

Sakuya: Ah, yeah! I’m glad you were able to tell.

Izumi: Hehe, it’s cute!

Yuki: Now that we’re done with the ketchup, let’s hurry up and eat. Th: e omurice is gonna get cold.

Sakuya: Right, let’s eat!

Sakuya & Yuki: Let’s eat.

Izumi: Let’s eat!

Izumi: Ah, it’s really good! It’s just like Hanamura’s omurice.

Yuki: Yeah, it seems like you followed the recipe perfectly.

Sakuya: I couldn’t afford to screw it up knowing that you two would be eating it…

Izumi: Hehe, I appreciate it. It’s thanks to that that it tastes so good!

Izumi: Ah, right. You’ve still got quite a bit of ketchup there, Sakuya-kun.

Sakuya: You’re right…

Izumi: Can I use some of it then?

Yuki: Ah, I’ll take some too.

Sakuya: Sure, here you go!

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Yuki: Ahh, I’m stuffed.

Izumi: Hehe, same here. That was really good.

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Choose!

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Option 1: Thanks for the delicious omurice.

Izumi: Thank you for the omurice, Sakuya-kun.

Sakuya: You’re welcome. But I also have to thank you for eating it!

Izumi: Even if you follow a recipe exactly, it’s hard to make a dish the same way it’s made at a restaurant because stuff like heat and other things can cause even minor changes.

Izumi: It was really good! Just like what you’d eat at a restaurant! I could really tell that you practiced a lot, Sakuya-kun.

Sakuya: Ehehe, I’m happy to hear you say that!

Option 2: That was a luxurious lunch.

Izumi: That was a luxurious lunch we had today.

Yuki: It really was just like Hanamura’s omurice.

Sakuya: But it was shaped kinda wonky, and I messed up with the ketchup drawing…

Izumi: But it still tasted really good, so it’s okay!

Izumi: Plus, the picture you drew on my omurice was really cute.

Sakuya: Ehehe, thank you so much.

Sakuya: It really is fun to cook when there’s someone there to eat it!

Yuki: I’m expecting to get some nicely shaped omurice next time you make it.

Sakuya: Yeah, I’ll work hard to make sure the omurice is perfectly shaped next time!

Yuki: When that happens, I’ll draw something cute on your omurice, Sakuya.

Sakuya: Really? I’m glad. Well, I’ll look forward to that!