#SPILLED MY MOUSSE

[v-anrouge]

chegou a notícia que ninguém queria dar

[angelshavencakes]

Boston Cream Cake

Yellow cake, vanilla mousse/pudding filling, dark chocolate ganache.

November 8, 2024

[almondmilkcleanser]

”𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘨𝘶𝘺, 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮��𝘦𝘳?” — GETO

“𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐑”

■ ` ♡ characters / fandom ; f!reader x geto suguru

■ ` ♡ tw ; begging ; dominance ; dirty talk ; cumming inside + more ;MINORS DNI

■ ` ♡ word count ; 3k+

He knew your family’s apprehensions with jujutsu sorcerers but you didn't care. You wanted to maintain this friendship because the bond you and him shared was valuable. Inseparable. You didnt care what would happen in the future because when your doubts circulated in your head, you went back to that fateful day at the grocery store when you two met.

“Hm, my name’s Geto. Yours?”

”Ah!” You blushed. “Y/N.” You suddenly remembered how to speak a comprehensible language as you picked up the grapes you spilled on the floor running into him,

”Y/N. Yes, that’s it.”

A friendship is what you valued the most. But sooner than later, other feelings began to surface for Geto.

—

“Ahhhh, exams are so annoying!” You threw your hands down in defeat. Rocking yourself back and forth on the swings, you began to vent about all the studying you had to do in preparation for the next semester of college. Geto sat there, attentive to you as he popped his light blue popsicle in his mouth.

“I’m sure you’re going to do well on the exams. You always study hard. Harder than I ever will, to be quite honest.”

”Geto!” You protested. “That’s no fair. Yes you don’t have to book study but you can,” you lowered your voice into a whisper as you frantically waved your arms and hands in a ghostly manner.

“You know! You know? That. You can do that.” You crossed your arms and looked off at a couple walking down the sidewalk. The girl had her arm linked in the guy’s as they happily shared their food together. The guy brushed the girl’s hair out of her face and kissed her on the forehead, instantly making the girl blush.

Somberly, you looked down, kicking a stray rock out the way as you clenched the chains of the swing. When you looked up, Geto was staring directly at you, the popsicle’s juices streaming down his hand and down his wrist.

You broke the stare-off with a blush but Geto broke the silence.

”You don’t want this power. Trust me.”

”What do you-“ before you could finish your sentence, the chains of the swing rattled, signifying Geto getting up to walk away.

”I’m leaving. I’ll see you tomorrow. Same place as Monday.”

Verbally you didn’t respond but you kept a mental note for yourself.

Suddenly, tinge of bravery snuck up your spine. You pulled out your phone and text Geto:

Let’s meet at the Bread Bun cafe for sweets.

You knew this was a hotspot for couples, but you thought that a little friend date wouldn’t hurt anything.

A few seconds passed, and Geto replied with a thumbs up.

”Ah! Yes!” You cheered so loud that you scared a nearby cat, causing it to hiss and scatter away.

—

You were more dressed up than usual today. Nervously, you re-applied your lipgloss as you waited for Geto to decide what he wanted from the Cafe. The waitress nervously circled back and forth to your table for 30 minutes before deciding to give up on being persistent. If you were ready you would call them at this point.

“Hmmm, everything here sounds so… sweet.” No shit, Geto! “Do they have any soba?”

“I think they have a regular food menu, you just have to ask for it.”

Without an extra word, he raised his hand and the giddy waitress walked over with pen and pad in hand.

”Are you two ready to or-“

”I’d like something off the regular menu, please. Zara Soba, with a side of barley tea.” He handed the dumbfounded waitress his menu and looked over at you with a curious glance.

”Still not sure?” He wasn’t in a rush, but he knew you liked your pastries and chocolates. You nervously fidgeted with the menu before finally deciding.

”Just a chocolate mousse pastry puff and milk tea, please.”

Geto smirked and leaned back into his seat.

”You’re never really one to lighten up on the sweets.” He teased. “Normally you can order three of these miniature things and go back for seconds.” You scoffed at his analysis. “But, if you’re trying to lose weight that’s fine too. Doesn’t bother me either way.” And there was that reassuring smile that made your heart quiver.

“Geto-“ you tried to open your mouth to say more, but the waitress was back in no time. She placed your pastry on the table first.

”Your soba will be out in a second, it’ll just be an ext-“

”That’s fine, I’ll pay the extra. Not really a sweets person, y’know.” He looked up at the waitress with an embarrassed smile, making her blush.

You picked at your pastry bashfully, focusing elsewhere to hide your own flush.

Halfway through your pastry and ¼ of the easy through his soba, Geto cleared his throat.

”This place is very… romantic. More romantic than our usual meet up spots.” He leaned his elbow on the table and looked at you curiously.

”Finally letting go of the need to keep your parents happy?”

”That’s not it-“ You had to think of a lie quickly! “I just wanted to try this spot and none of my other friends could come with me.”

He chuckled. “So, I’m the afterthought now? Jeez and I thought we were friends-“

”That’s not it, Geto. I-“ you lowered your head, trying your best to gather the words.

“I- “

”Hm? What is it?” He was getting more and more confused by your behavior. You were fine in the beginning for months but as time went on he noticed how you fumbled over your words more, how you would blush easily, and now-

“Its just- “ you took a breath and looked into his eyes.

“There’s someone I like and I don’t know how to- you know…”

Geto’s eyes shot up.

“You don’t?-“

Was he really falling for this? You shook your head back and forth.

”No- A- and I need a guy’s advice on what to do.”

”Just fuck him. It’s not that hard-“

”Geto! Don’t be so loud-“ you whispered, eyes darting back and forth to make sure nobody heard you.

He leaned back into his seat and eyed you curiously. His eyebrow cocked upwards and his lips curved into a small, pondering frown.

“We’re friends, right?” He couldn’t say no but he couldn’t say yes either. “Just, give me some pointers, okay? I- I really like him and I want to make a good impression.”

He twisted his lips back and forth for what felt like ages before taking a deep breath.

“Fine. Now let me finish my soba.”

”You’re paying.” He added matter of factly.

”Wah?!”

—

For the next few weeks, you and Geto would bounce ideas and tips off eachother on what to do, how to approach a guy, how to flirt, cooking tips, the list goes on and on. Geto would ask from time to time when he would meet this mystery guy but you found an excuse every time.

You took a bolder approach, inviting him to public libraries and even back to your house a few times. He would show you how to cook a few meals and you even modeled a few outfits for him. A lot which… he thought were lackluster at best.

But you didn’t care. You spent more intimate time with Geto that you secretly craved. So much, that you decided to take it a step further.

Knock knock knock!

You opened the tower in your robe, still dabbing your hair dry with a spare towel. Geto stood there, eyebrows raised at your casual appearance.

“Should I wait outs-“

”Don’t be stupid, Geto. Come in.”

He kicked off his shoes, flopped on the couch and stretched his limbs, still eyeing you behind your back as you shuffled back into the kitchen. He sniffed the air, feeling saliva pool in his mouth.

”What are you cooking?” He asked. “It smells good.”

”Flank beef and Miso soup.”

“What’s the occasion?” You shrugged your shoulders while stirring the pot of white rice. You didn’t have much in mind, instead you motioned with your body first and decided that today would be the day you made an attempt.

An attempt at him physically showing you how to please a man.

“Geto.” You called out. “Can you come here for a second?” He was just about to turn on the TV when you called. With a sigh, he tossed the remote and walked into the kitchen.

“Try this.” You pooled some broth into your ladle and held it to his mouth. You didn’t realize how tall he was in comparison to your height! He had to hold your wrist and guide the ladle up to his lips so you don’t pour it on his collarbone!

”Its good. Add a little water to cut the salt and you’re fine.”

“Good.” You turned back to stir the pot for a few seconds before speaking up again.

”One more thing.” You started. Geto leaned against the counter with a curious look on his face. What was it that you wanted? He had to make excuses as to why he was going into town so much and everyone knew Gojo was only going to take so many of his “Negative Energy quests.”

”So.. I wanted to ask you another favor.”

”Another favor? You must want to be in debt to me forever.” You both laughed.

“Not exactly..” you could hear your heartbeat in your ears. Now or never, Y/N! Now- or- never!

”I just wanted another lesson.”

”Oh?” He scratched his head and stood up straight. “What lesson?”

”Um-“ you swallowed. “I want you to show me how to please a man.”

”Me?!” He jumped back.

”Would you rather me go on a forum and find someone?!” You squeaked. “Please, Geto-“

”But what about-“

”I want to practice so I can be confident in my skills!” You blurted out, face ablaze.

”Ah- Y/N… Why don’t you try it with him then?”

”Because,” you stammered. “I really like him and I don’t want to mess up my chances with him. He’s so handsome and cool and I really enjoy spending time with him and- and-“

Geto reached forward, pulling your hand towards him.

“Sigh… Y/N. Don’t lie.” His eyes burned into yours, making you squirm. Your robe was beginning to open but he didn’t budge an inch as your chest grew more and more exposed.

”You could have just said you wanted to date me. I promise I’m not that hard to please.”

”Stupid!” You blushed, trying to break free. “How do you even think I’m talking about you?”

With a smirk, he pointed at the kitchen counter at a picture of him with a pink heart drawn around his face.

”Guh!” stupid stupid stupid!

”Well,” you looked down, wishing you could turn into liquid and evaporate from the embarrassment.

”What now?”

”Well,” he chuckled. “You wanted a lesson, here’s the first one.” And without announcement, he pulled you up by your chin and interlocked his lips with yours.

—

You were splayed out on your couch, robe open and legs positioned on Geto’s shoulders. He removed his school jacket and threw it on the floor next to your underwear to give him a full access to your begging cunt.

He suckled on your lips, motioning his tongue up and down the slit of your pink pussy. He would tease you, switching between your clit and prodding your entrance with the tip of his tongue just for him to lap his tongue across the entirety of your beautiful pussy over and over again. Your body broke out into a sweat as the riptides of pleasure cascaded through your body. You would try unsuccessfully to close your legs, just to have them opened wider by Geto. His eyes focused intently on yours as he continued to feast on you, suckling your juices dry like a starved man in the desert.

“Oh, God, Geto!” You pinched your nipples, throwing your head back and forth. You couldn’t take it, you were about to cum and you just knew he could feel it. Taking it up a notch, he guided two of his fingers inside of you, hooking down and pumping back and forth.

He didn’t break his focus on you. His tongue flicked back and forth on your clit as the pace of his fingers increased in speed. This is just what you fantasized about for months and now- and now-

“Guyahhhh!” Your squeals turned animalistic as you reached your peak. You tried to close your legs, but Geto planted both of his elbows on your legs, leaving your sticky, glistening pussy wide open for him to see. A clear stream of liquid poured down your legs and onto the couch as your climaxed surged through your body. Just when you thought it was over, Geto would graze his thumb ever so gently across your throbbing clit, making you whine out loud.

Removing his fingers from inside of you, he slurped up your viscous substance with a smile.

”What exactly did you need me to show you?” He chuckled. “By the way your pussy gets, you don’t need my help at all.”

”Sh- shut up, Geto.” Your breath was ragged and your hair was wildly splayed across your face. You attempted to get up, but Geto got between your legs again, this time planting a kiss on your lips. You could taste yourself, a mixture of sweat and your juices swimming down your throat with his tongue.

“Hold on to me.” He growled. You wrapped your arms around his neck without protest and he in turn sat where you just laid, kissing your neck and chest hungrily.

He threw your robe to the floor, caressing your hips and lower back with care as you sat on top of him, fully naked and vulnerable.

”You’re so beautiful, you know that?” Kiss. “I had a feeling you had a crush on me, but I’m glad you told me today.”

He tipped your chin upwards with his nose to give him more space to devour your neck with his lips. Leaving random love marks across the sides of your neck, the base of your neck and your collarbones. Your body was on fire but you couldn’t move. You were enmeshed onto him and didn’t want to move.

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. It was veiny, long, and thick. You could see the pre-cum sliding down the tip of his penis and it made your mouth water.

“Are you a virgin?” He bit at your neck, making you hiss. “Don’t lie.”

���Shhh- No- I’m not.” You pulled on his shirt, massaging his muscular chest underneath his shirt.

”Take it.” You begged. You could feel his large hand massing your ass, casually slipping his thumb around the rim of your ass to keep you stimulated

“Take it, you say?” He lifted your hips up with care, guiding you down the length of his throbbing dick with a hiss and suck of his teeth.

”I’ll fucking take it. Give it to me.” He bounced you up and down, making you go deeper and deeper the more you came down on the length of his girth. Your hips and ass slapped atop his thighs as the pace increased and your body grew a mind of its own. You felt him curve at the base of your cervix but you continued to bounce, you continued to grind, you continued to please him.

You pussy creamed down the entirety of his shaft, staining the zipper of his pants but neither you or him cared. You have never been turned on by a guy like this before. Geto’s strong hands paired your hands behind your back, latching his tongue onto your nipple and suckling with passion.

He was hungry for you just like you were for him.

Your mind was mush and your body was hot. He continued to plant kisses and love bites across your body, throwing his head back at random when your pussy felt completely euphoric to him.

You two were close, especially you. Taking it upon yourself, you pulled his hair, making him look up at you. His eyes narrowed, burning an intense lust back at you, signaling for you to take control. You pushed your lips onto him, your tongues dancing back and forth as you bounced vigorously on top of him. When you were at the head of your climax, he pushed you down, keeping you there. Breaking the kiss, he growled in your ear as his seed filled you up deep.

”Fuuuuuuuck! Y/N. I didn’t think you could make me get like this.” You could pat yourself on the back for that compliment. Kissing your neck, he turned you back around so you could lay on the couch, taking off his pants and throwing them on the floor as well.

”I’m going to finish dinner,” he smoothed your hair down and out of your face, smiling in accomplishment at your flushed, fucked silly, sleepy face. You could feel his seed seeping out of you and onto the couch but you couldn’t even catch your breath. Your pussy was still throbbing from the intense session shared between you two and you were seeing stars. Did this really happen?

“And after,” he kissed your forehead again, a devilish smile spreading across his face.

”I’m going to fuck you again in your shower. I already have a doctor’s note for your job in the morning so we can fuck again in the morning.”

”You want to make a great first impression with your mystery guy, remember?”

END.

[boundinparchment]

Just For You

Modern AU, Pâtissier Sunday notices his favorite customer looking a little worse for wear. He has a special delicacy just for you. And you’re a little too smooth in return.

Sunday/Gender-neutral reader.

(This might be an ongoing AU of one-shots; in which Sunday left his position to pursue other ways of providing joy through his creativity. This is fluffy and silly. In no way really connected to canon.)

On AO3 here. Kudos, reblogs, and comments appreciated!

Divider by cafekitsune

You came into his shop one day with stiff shoulders and a clenched jaw, the tension barely perceptible to the customers in line before you. How unfortunate.

Most of your visits were full of wide eyes searching for his latest creations, a smile forming when you found your target for the week, always determined to try something new. Little did you know that it was because of your adventurous nature that he tried to keep rotations of exciting flavor combinations.

What could possibly have such stress radiating off of you in palpable waves?

He would have to remedy that somehow, Sunday mused as he weighed a box of tiny chocolate mousse cups. Thankfully, today was a bit slow. He would have time to dedicate to you.

By the time you reached the counter, your jaw seemed a little looser when you greeted him, at least. A small victory.

“What would you like this week? I tried my hand at a few fun little creatures.”

The Trailblazer recently recounted their excitement on the Herta Space Station and the cat debacle that occurred. He’d felt compelled to attempt tiny cake pops in the shape of the cat cakes described. They were a little unorthodox texture-wise but seemed to do quite well with some children.

Up close, he could see the dark circles peeking through despite your attempts to cover them. You couldn’t seem to keep eye contact, either; in fact, when you attempted a smile, your eyes looked a little glassy, as if…

He remembered those days. Where the cup you held kept overflowing despite trying your best to empty it. One more ask and your cup might just shatter.

No, he wouldn’t have that. He didn’t leave the Family and set out making desserts that made people smile only for tears to spill in his shop. He might not have been able to solve every problem or take away the unjust suffering of existence, Sunday knew well by now. But he could provide a moment of solace, unique and magical…

Sunday gave you a soft smile in return. He tried to keep his wings from fluttering as he thought about the box he set aside in the fridge that morning, just for you. Perfect.

“I know just the thing. Wait here.”

“No, Sunday, I’ll just—“

He turned on his heel before he reached the swinging door. “I must insist. In fact, it would make my day to share this secret with my favorite customer.”

The words spilled out before he could stop them and he turned, stepping into the kitchen just as heat began to creep up your neck. Suddenly, the chilled kitchen felt a little too warm for his liking; a glance at the thermostat as he passed told him it was functional.

Goodness. Acting like a schoolboy.

The chastisement did little to stop his heart from hammering when he opened the fridge and checked the box, finding it perfectly undisturbed. Your favorite type of chocolate, mixed with rose water and a type of berry he’s never worked with before. Entirely new, a prototype to be refined.

Before he left the kitchen, Sunday stopped at the small station set up for boxing and wrapping. He grabbed a ribbon that reminded him of your eyes and made quick work of a bow, perfectly centered.

He returned to the front of the shop and presented the small box from the tips of his fingers. An inhale snagged in his lungs as your fingers brushed his when you took the box. You cradled it close, lips parted in a question.

“How much do I owe you?” you asked.

Nothing, he wanted to say. Your smile and your enthusiasm was always payment enough.

But whatever feelings he held wouldn’t cover overhead.

“My only ask is that you share your thoughts and tell me what would make the next batch better,” he replied.

He swallowed when he saw your eyes glint, the corners of your mouth twitching as the shadow of whatever held you down seemed to peel away. That was better. You looked a little more like yourself.

That creeping flush over your skin came back as you said, “It’s a date, then.”

Sunday’s composure remained intact until the door to the shop closed, the bell jingling happily. Reflectively, his wings folded inwards to cover his cheeks, his face growing warmer still.

He was going to have to come up with something extra special for your next visit.

[fuzzythoughtsblog]

I imagine being a server at some fancy restaurant when I get a very rich party in my section. Everyone in this restaurant knows these people. They run the city, not legally of course. However dirty money is still money so I take their orders. As I ask them for their orders the leading women, the Mafia's own princess of red, answers. "Me and the boys would like 3 bottles of 1985 Henri jayer richebourg Grand Cru red to start the night off with. However meal wise I will have a Lobster Fra Diavolo and a chocolate mousse. I that okay with you lovely? " I nod before scribbling down the order and taking the men's orders.

After getting all the orders I take them to the chief in the back I also warn the head chief about who would be receiving his Lobster Fra Diavolo. After I bring out the three bottles of wine to which I'm request by the mob princess to pour for her. As I'm pouring her glass I hear as she suddenly taps her foot which the guy next to me responds by bumping into me which causes me to spill some on to her pants.

I freeze in shock before lifting the bottle up and on to the table. I begin to apologize profusely. "It's okay bird, but I would like to be cleaned up? " I tell her of course before grabbing some napkins to clean her up with but before I can touch her she grabs my wrist. She clicks her tough before speaking "Girl don't you think that's a waste? Do you know how expensive this wine is? " before I can she responds again " Use your mouth to clean it up! " at this demand I begin to look around at the men at the table as they sneer at me.

"Sweet face what ya lookin around for? Its your mess, you got to clean it up. Or do you want to make me mad? " I shake my head no she responds with "good " before helping me down. As I sink to my knees I take one look at my coworkers who look away Before descending fully. I look up at her as she watches one of my coworkers finish pouring her wine.

As I go to lick the wine from her pants she moves my head to her pussy. I let out a small whine before licking again. To which she responds after sipping her wine "Doll, your soaking my pants their as expensive as the wine so suck don't lick." I nod before going back down to sucking. Too which she rocks her hips against me. I begin think about how euphoric it is to be doing this in such a public place.

This cause me to look up and see all the men's eyes starring at me. Which causes me to freeze again. The princess must of noticed where my nerves came from because she tells her boys to " Stop starring, she's mine. " as she grabs my chin. When they look away she begins to coo me "Your good, keep going doll." Which I oblige too.

As I suck on her, I hear as her food comes out. But I only stop when she grabs my chin so I look up at her. "You got it all doll. " I begin to stand up after that statement to which she stops me much to my dismay. "Baby, I meant you got all of it thats on my pants. Now that you finish that clean up the bit of whine that seeped through my pants. "

I begin to watch as she slides her slacks down to the point that the only piece of fabric separating me and her pussy is a pair of black lace panties. I look up at her before she pushes my head down this time she keeps her hand in my hair while she grinds into my face. As I suck I hear her moan a little. Upon hearing it I cross my legs which she notices.She then puts her leg in between my legs

" Baby slid my panties down and rub that pretty little clit against my leg. " with shaking hands I does as she says. Despite already having had my mouth on her something about the skin to skin is so much more intimate especially as I grind in to her leg while moaning into her cunt. At this point she not even trying to silence her moans breathing out sweet nothing's such as "Good girl, such a good little doll. " While she shoves my mouth against her clit. "Such a good little horny thing, fuck."  "Doll, when I saw you I knew I had to have you. I almost asked if I could drink that wine off those pretty tits. Fuck, baby keep rocking that pretty pussy against me. "

I begin to grind and lick faster as I help chase both of are releases. As all of her calm demeanor melts away she refuses to let me up for air. To focus on her own high. I begin to feel her legs shake as she cums in my mouth. She let's go of my head as she encourages me to to cum against her leg which I do with a loud scream. After I fall limp she picks me up and puts me in her lap. "Have you ever had Lobster Fra Diavolo?" To which I respond with a no "Well my girl gets to enjoy every luxury in life. " she then lifts her fork to my mouth to which I take a bite of her Lobster Fra Diavolo. "How's it tastes?" I tell her that all I can taste right now is her to which she sneers at me before saying "My doll, is so hot. " I think about how I guess I don't have to finish my shift as I curl into her lap.

[liorae]

Whisking Up Memories ୨୧ 𝓚im 𝓢unoo

pair: college!sunoo x fem!reader | genre: fluff, old friends reunited | warning(s): kissing | wc: 946 | synopsis: you reunite with your old childhood friend at a cooking class.

The cooking class kitchen buzzes with excitement, the air filled with the inviting aroma of various spices and fresh ingredients. You glance around, noticing the mix of novices and enthusiasts at their respective cooking stations. Suddenly, your eyes land on a familiar face—Kim Sunoo, your childhood best friend. You hadn't seen each other since you were kids, and the sight of him brings a rush of nostalgia.

"Sunoo?" you call out, a mix of surprise and joy in your voice.

He turns, his eyes widening in recognition. "Is that really you?" he exclaims, rushing over to you. You both laugh and hug, the years melting away in an instant.

"I can't believe we're in the same class!" you say, still amazed.

"Fate has a funny way of working," Sunoo replies, his smile as bright as ever. Both of you are slightly nervous but equally excited for the adventure ahead.

The instructor starts explaining the recipe for the evening: a three-course meal consisting of a fresh garden salad, homemade pasta, and a decadent chocolate mousse. You exchange glances with Sunoo, determined to make the best of this experience.

Starting with the salad, you both fumble with the vegetables. Sunoo accidentally drops a cucumber on the floor, and you burst into laughter, the initial tension easing. You work together to slice and mix the ingredients, catching up on each other’s lives.

"So, what have you been up to all these years?" Sunoo asks, genuinely curious.

You share stories of high school, hobbies, and dreams, and Sunoo reciprocates with tales of his own adventures. The memories of your childhood come flooding back, and you reminisce about the old times, each shared memory bringing you closer.

"Remember that treehouse we built in my backyard?" Sunoo grins, his eyes sparkling with the memory.

"Oh, the one we said would be our secret hideout? How could I forget? We spent countless hours there, pretending to be pirates," you laugh, feeling a warmth spread through you at the memory.

Next up is the pasta, and the challenges continue. Sunoo struggles with the dough, while you try to figure out the pasta machine. Despite your clumsiness, you manage to create a decent batch of pasta, learning and improving as a team. The kitchen fills with your laughter and playful banter, the experience becoming more enjoyable with each step.

"You're still a bit of a klutz, huh?" you tease as Sunoo nearly drops a bowl of flour.

"Some things never change," he replies with a sheepish grin. Just as you're feeling proud of your teasing, you accidentally knock over a jar of spices, spilling them everywhere.

"Looks like I'm not the only one," Sunoo laughs, and you join in, the sound of your laughter mingling with the bustling noise of the kitchen.

By the time you reach the chocolate mousse, you and Sunoo are working in perfect sync. You take turns whisking and folding, your hands occasionally brushing, sparking a subtle, mutual attraction. When you finally present your dishes to the instructor, you feel a sense of accomplishment, but it quickly turns to disappointment as the ratings are lower than expected.

You feel a bit of defeat as the instructor moves on. Sunoo rubs your hand gently, his touch reassuring. "Don't worry, we'll get better. That's why we're taking this class, right?" His optimism is infectious, and you find yourself smiling again.

Then, Sunoo's face lights up like a bulb as he gets an idea. "Why don't we try making the dishes again at my place? It'll be quieter and cozier."

You laugh lightheartedly, appreciating his enthusiasm. "That sounds perfect."

At Sunoo's house, the atmosphere is much more relaxed. Soft music plays in the background, blending with the oddly comforting sound of traffic below his apartment window. Without the pressure of a time limit, you work more at ease, and your movements become more synchronized, almost instinctual. There’s little to no mess or mistakes this time.

Sunoo takes a few moments to admire you as you work, his eyes lingering on your concentrated expression. He had missed you a lot, to say the least. You're whisking when you realize Sunoo isn't making any noise. You look over and catch him admiring you.

"Enjoying the view?" you tease, a playful smirk on your lips.

Sunoo blushes, quickly trying to cover up. "I was just...making sure you weren't about to spill anything again."

"Sure you were," you laugh, feeling a flutter in your chest at the sight of his embarrassed smile.

Another thirty minutes of conversation and fun pass until you two finish making the meal. You both try it and agree that the outcome is much better than your previous attempt. Suddenly, a song you love starts playing.

"I love this song!" you exclaim, your eyes lighting up.

Sunoo laughs, nodding. "I do too." He gives you a cheesy grin and asks, "Would you like to dance with me?"

You laugh in a playful manner, filled with love, and agree. As you dance, the room seems to shrink around you, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of happiness. After the dance, you both stop to stare at each other, taking in each other’s features. It's a moment of pure adoration. Sunoo leans in, and you follow his lead, sharing a sweet, short kiss.

He pulls away, instantly apologizing. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have—"

Before he can finish, you pull him back for one more kiss, this time more passionate and filled with the emotions you've been holding back. The pace picks up, and you lose yourselves in the moment, knowing that this is just the beginning of something beautiful.

[klausysworld]

Yandere!Reader with Sub Klaus

Vulnerable for the taking

Klaus was known to be ruthless and terrifying. He was someone who always got what he wanted and would do whatever necessary to have it.

The small issue was: so am i.

So when i met him, and i saw just how broken he was inside, i knew that i wanted to keep him. His eyes were so sad as he wondered the streets of Mystic Falls, poor thing was just nearly killed by his step-father, betrayed by his sister and told nobody would ever love him. How that pathetic excuse of a father was wrong.

He took a seat on the local park bench. His face fell to his hands and his body began to shake with his sobs.

I silently sat beside him, my hands moved to lightly rub his back making his head shoot up, he looked at me with confused and teary eyes.

“What did they do to you?” I muttered seeing his blood stained shirt.

“Who are you?” He questioned quietly

“Someone who wants to help” i whispered and he frowned

“I don’t need help” he murmured though his face nuzzled my hands subconsciously as i held him. My thumbs brushed over his stubble making his eyes droop, he was surely exhausted after fighting for his life.

“No? Bet you’re tired though, where are you staying? Let me take you home” i whispered. Now of course i knew where he was staying, he was in a hotel just outside of town while his mansion was being built by the hybrids he had gathered the past couple weeks. I already had a copy of the key to his room and the receptionist was lovely but he was a paranoid man and I couldn’t frighten him off now could i?

“Come on Niklaus” i encouraged as he looked to me cautiously

“How do you know my name?” He questioned i smiled at him

“I met your sister, Rebekah, she asked me to check you made it out alive incase the others did something to her, which I believe it’s safe to assume that they have.” I explained and he sighed in what i presume to be relief.

It’s true, i became fast friends with Rebekah after offering her somewhere to sit for lunch, she was easy to get open up, she spilled everything about her family in the span of ten minutes. I liked her, she was very bouncy and joyful and then when she mentioned her brother who had murdered there mother and feared her father would murder him in an act of revenge, well it was a great opportunity to meet him and have him see me as someone good.

I may or may not have found out some information on him since his first mentioning in town. See Caroline, Bonnie and Elena weren’t exactly quiet with their talking about the supernatural, i found out like a lot.

So i ended up having a thing for him. It’s fine plus he’s a fun person to try and capture. I thought he’d be a little more angsty but thankfully i got him at a vulnerable time, he was quiet and exposed.

“You can come to my house if you don’t want to go back to wherever you’re staying?” I offered and his head nodded slightly

“Rebekah sent you?” He confirmed

“Bekah sent me, said that they were planning something with…Mikael?” I told him and that was enough evidence for him as he nodded and stood up letting me bring him to my home.

He stayed silent the entire time as i brought him to my room and gave him some clothes to change into and a towel for his shower. He thanked me quietly before disappearing into the bathroom. When he reemerged he was little keener to talk.

“How did you meet my sister?” He asked as i combed through his hair, i had convinced him i could help nourish his curls.

“School, she makes a big impression” I muttered gently getting out the little knots that had formed

“You must too if she chose to be friends with you” he hummed looking to me through the mirror infront of us

“I think she just needed someone to he kind to her” i said with a smile as his lips upturned back at me.

I added the mousse to his hair and gently brought my fingers through it to apply it evenly. I watched as his eyes fell shut and his lips parted as i massaged his scalp. I tugged lightly at a lock of his hair causing a moan to slip from his mouth, his eyes opening as his cheeks went bright pink and a smirked at him through the mirror

“Just let your hair dry naturally and ur should come out nice and curly” i told him while spraying his hair over and taking a step back. His eyes were already shades lighter than when i found him earlier as he smiled

“Can we sleep now? I’m exhausted” he muttered and i nodded

“Of course you can stay in my bed, I’ll be just downstairs” i told him gently stroking his face with the back of my fingers

“Nonsense you should stay in the bed with me. I won’t bite, promise” he said while beckoning me over to the bed and pulling me down with him.

“I don’t know…I’m told biting is your specialty” i hummed and he grinned showing me his sharp, deadly teeth making me roll my eyes and lay down beside him

“I have no reason to bite you” he mumbled as he shuffled closer to me.

He fell asleep with his head on my chest, mumbling to me about something I couldn’t quite make out while i wrapped my arms around him. He was such easy prey for someone who was known to be a predator.

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Since that day my home had become a safe haven of sorts for him. He was always sat waiting for me when i got home, eyes lighting up when i walked through the door.

It got to the point where he could only sleep if he were in my arms

“You keep the nightmares away” he murmured once as he nuzzled my neck and i hummed “Then I’ll just have to keep you here with me” and he didn’t seem too bothered by it, rather happy i would say as he nodded and kissed my neck tenderly.

He became more attached by the second and i loved it. He never put up a fight when i asked for him to stay, when i wouldn’t let him leave my hold and keep him in my bed all day.

I found that he was uncharacteristically well behaved and kind. He always had me do his hair and tend to his wounds. He would sit patiently and allow me to do whatever i like, he had grown to completely and utterly trust me.

It were as though he were a puppy and i were his master. He was obedient and learnt to follow me wherever i went.

His siblings didn’t mind me taking him, i kept him with me always. Got him to move in and everything. Sometimes his family would come visit

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so…comfortable” Elijah told me as he watched Niklaus cook our dinner

“Uhuh sure, i mean i knew he was a dog but this is stepping it up” Kol muttered making me glare and Rebekah smack the side of his head

“I think it’s sweet, he’s happy” she murmured with a small smile as she flicked her eyes between us.

Klaus was even more happy knowing his family liked me, all the more eager to stay with me.

It wasn’t long until i had him entirely.

How he thrived when he was beneath me was addicting, having him squirming and whining while he his hands stayed tied above him head “Please, please let me” he would whimper as he neared his high, eyes screwed shut as he hung onto the edge tightly “not yet, you gotta be good, just another minute” but he could never wait the whole moment.

I had him wrapped around my finger in every way,practically and sometimes literally on a leash. He came to me whenever he needed or wanted for something and i did whatever i could to get it for him. Whether it was stealing Elenas blood or punishing a certain Lockwood for a betrayal.

“I’ll keep you safe” i would assure him as he would smile back at me

“I know you will” he murmured

“Yeah?” I whispered kissing his cheek and he nodded as i climbed on top of him

“I know because i love you” he uttered and i felt my heart grow

“I love you too, i always will”

[somewherebetweendisorder]

A muffled giggle fills the air, hushed, choked as it's swiftly silenced. Usually, you would ignore it, knowing Eddie is prone to outbursts, but he left to shower forty-five minutes ago and still has yet to return from the bathroom. Standing, you stretch, reaching your arms above your head, groaning when your back clicks. Immediately you miss the warmth of Eddie's bed. Still, suspicion is winning an unspoken battle against your comfort, propelling you towards the tiny bathroom, yellow light spilling in an oily pool beneath the door. It's nearly silent inside the cramped bath, save for the rickety hum of the vent, until a hiss sounds from the other side of the door. It almost sounds like a can of cool whip; the shake and spray sounds are nearly unmistakable. It takes a moment for it to click before you shove the door open.

"Are you using my hair stuff again?"

It was meant as a joke, your voice light, teasing. This has been a recurring issue, so you hadn't been expecting any real trouble, that is until you saw the endless amount of white fluff that Eddie had squirted out of the can.

"Oh, shit."

The words are whispered as he hastily tries to hide his hand full of your new hair product behind his back. It's a foaming mousse you had been pining after for months, finally caving to buy yourself a can yesterday.

"Eddie Munson, do you have any idea how much that shit costs?!"

"Okay, babe, listen. Before you get mad-"

"We're already past that, Munson."

His eyes are wide, pleading, a tiny smile tugging at his lips despite himself, still humored by the mess he's currently hiding behind his back.

"I'm sorry." The smile slips from his face just long enough to make the apology seem genuine, but then he's shoving his hand in your face and grinning again. "But look!"

In his palm are three large globs of foam, stacked one atop another like a snowman. He's giggling again, moving his hand to make the creation jiggle, sending him into further hysterics.

"Jesus, Munson, you are a child." You aren't mad. How could you be? It's super wasteful, but you can worry about that later.

Right now, your focus is on the man across from you, wavy hair damp and plastered to his head, yet to be touched by the mousse. "Are you actually going to use it though?"

He blinked slowly as though the thought hadn't crossed his mind until now. "Yeah. Yeah, of course."

The sigh that breezes past your lips is heavy, affectionate, but weary just the same. "Oh, Eds. C'mon let me help. No need to let it go to waste."

You dip your fingers into the foam, starting at his roots and massaging it into his thick hair. His eyelids flutter closed, lips parting in innocent pleasure, enjoying the plainly intimate gesture.

It's nothing new, you show your love often this way, but it never ceases to catch him off guard. The thought that someone can love him this way. The fact that someone does.

The supply in his hands is endless, with way too much leftover even after you've sectioned off his hair and meticulously applied the product. He watches your lips purse, teeth toying gently with the flesh as you try to figure out what to do with the rest. It's sweet, has his mind spiraling down a different path, something to thank you with when you're finished taking care of him.

"Just add the rest. It can't hurt, right? I mean, my hair will just be extra glamorous."

Your brow furrows as you think over his words, nodding slowly. It probably wouldn't hurt, at least not much.

"I'm so mad you did this. I will never forgive you."

You ignore his pout, working your fingers through his hair in the same path as before, not stopping him from dotting kisses along your jaw, down your neck, across your collar bone peeking out of his shirt.

"'M sorry. Was just too much fun."

When the last glob is worked carefully into the ends of his hair, you take a step back and squint. His dark locks are tinted white from the abundance of thick foam, looking almost gray. He spares a glance in the mirror and snorts.

"I have the hair of an old man."

"A glamorous old man. At least there's that."

He's distracted again, his lips finding your skin, teeth nipping at the soft pulse in your neck, hands settling on your hips.

"C'mon. I have to thank you for saving me from the abominable foam monster."

"Oh, is that right?" Your voice pitches high, breathy as he sinks his teeth in, leaving a mark.

"Yeah. That okay?"

You pull his head away from your neck, avoiding his overly saturated hair. His eyes are wide, dark, pupils already blown just at the thoughts bouncing around in his head. Who are you to deny him the satisfaction?

"More than okay. Lead the way, Munson."

[eljeebee]

Who’s that girl? Part 1

Julie had just left the commons. She was there to return the book she borrowed and paid her respects to the tomb by the tree, which was placed in honor of a beloved servo. On her way back to the housing, she found someone familiar…

“Well, well, well…”

“Louie, has my brother told you anything about a girl?”

“Ah Watcher!”

A hand on his chest, he took quite a deep breath. “Hoooo! Julie, you scared me! Have you been here waiting for your brother???”

“No, but I’m waiting for you, Lou. So, is Mousse telling you about some girl?”

Louie sat beside her, “No…he hasn’t mentioned anyone…yet. Why?”

“I found him walking with another girl. See, we both know he rarely speaks to other girls, especially to someone he’s not acquainted with. If you ask me, I think the only girls he’ll gladly talk with are with Mummy, or Penny, or me, or even Sid. He never speaks to another girl first, but even then, he likes to keep chatting short.”

“Maybe the girl struck a conversation with him?”

“No, he looked quite happy. I know my brother. He won’t smile to girls trying to do small talk with him.”

“You want me to investigate, don’t you?”

Julie smirked, “You just read my mind, Lou.”

“See ya later, Julie,” Louie said as Julie turned on her heel. “I’ll pass the secret info to Sid, duchess ma’am!”

Julie let out a laugh.

“Julie! I just got back from class! Spill some royal tea!”

“You won’t believe what I saw. My brother’s talking…with a girl! And not just talking…he’s smiling, Sid. Smiling!”

Sid smirked. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

Julie smirked back. “Potential girlfriend?”

“Potential girlfriend.”

They giggled.

“Want me to ask Lou about it tonight?”

“Why not? So you’ll have another reason to do your nightly…escapades.”

Sid giggled.

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[blueesnow]

(6/6) Camus's Private Story [Utapri Live Emotion]

Ch 1: (unlocked if you reached intimacy lvl 6 with Camus)

-Shining Agency's Meeting Room- Haruka: P-please forgive me…! Camus: … Haruka: (To think that I spilled a coffee on Camus's senpai's script… talk about a big mistake) Camus: I don't need those kind of superficial apology. If you were indeed feeling sorry, rather than words show it within your action. Camus: If it's a for a peasant like you… that's right, you could at the very least provide me with some useful information. If you managed to do it then I might let this one slide. Camus: But if you can't even do something so simple like that, then I'll turn you into an ice. Now, choose which one you like. (choices) <I'll provide you with information!> Haruka: Of course let me provide you with information…! Camus: Hmph, good decision. Now speak. Camus: But be aware that if the content isn't to my liking, I'll automatically turn you into an ice, no matter how much you protested. <I-Ice…> Haruka: I-Ice… A-anything but that! Camus: Then you only have one option, give me some good information that you have. Camus: I'm a busy man you see, so I won't wait for that long. The time until I freeze you is 3, 2… (back to story) Haruka: Ah! Come to think of it, Camus-senpai I heard that you like sweets, right? Haruka: The other day Tomo-chan… um, my friend told me that she found this unknown cafe that serves lots of delicious sweets. Haruka: She said that not only does it looked really pretty she also guarantee the taste of it. …How about that? Camus: Not bad for a fool like you. I shall compliment you for managing to speak that out. Camus: But you never actually check out that place within your two eyes right. Then that means I can't exactly trust that info. Camus: You have to take a responsibility and accompany me to that cafe later. If it turns out that you're wrong….you knew what will happened, right?

Ch 2: (unlocked if you reached intimacy lvl 11 with Camus)

-Cafe- Camus: …Chocolate cake and fluffy tiramisu, cheesecake and berry tart. And then… Camus: …Matcha mousse and super rich caramel pudding, a monstrous banana parfait… That's all, please. Server: I understand. …Please wait for a moment. Haruka: …Y-You ordered a lot. Camus: In order to determine whether the information that you gave is truly valuable or not, I need to try them as many as possible. Camus: It'd be good if these sweets will be enough to satisfy me… Heh, I'm looking forward for the result. Haruka: …Camus-senpai. You've been putting a lot of sugar in your coffee for a while now… Camus: So what? Haruka: That… wouldn't it be bad for your body? Camus: There'd be no problem. You don't have to be worried about me because I know myself better than anyone else. Haruka: T-That's right! I'm sorry for being rude. …Also, once again I'm truly sorry for what happened. Camus: You mean that script that you made a mess of? That's also no problem. Camus: I already took a glance of it before and memorize everything. I don't need that anymore. Haruka: Eh…!? Camus: Oh my. What's wrong, My lady? Is there any problem?

Ch 3: (unlocked if you reached intimacy lvl 21 with Camus)

-Cafe- Haruka: I see… I'm glad to hear that. Camus: Your screw-up is obviously not something that should be praised for, but thanks to it, I was able to get information about this store. Camus: Since you said that this place is quite unknown, there are barely any people around creating a quite and calm atmosphere. I must say that this is actually a perfect place to enjoy sweets. Haruka: Does that mean I passed…? Camus: It all depends on the quality of the sweets. But well, I guess I can give you a passing grade first for the time being in terms of its environmental aspect. Camus: From now on, be sure to report back to me whenever you come across any information that I might like, just like this place. Camus: Whether it's useful or not, I'll be the judge for it. Understand? Haruka: I-I understand. I'll try to look around for more information! Camus: If it's necessary, then we can go again just like this to verify the information. Don't forget that you're using my valuable day off time for this, you should be grateful. Camus: …Yes, everything that I ordered is all here. Now then, time to dig in. - Camus: …Hmm. It was actually quite delicious. Haruka: I'm glad that you liked it…! Camus: For a fool like you, that was actually quite a high quality information that you provide. Camus: As a reward, I shall offer you a treat here. But, don't forget to prepare something even more higher level for the next time. Camus: I'm looking forward to see what can you do to impress me from here on out.

Ch 4: (unlocked if you reached intimacy lvl 31 with Camus)

-Shining Agency Dorm Haruka's Room- Haruka: (Since today's my day off, I think I'll try to relax and watch some TV…) - Camus: Greetings to all the ladies and gentlemen. This time, it is I, Camus, who will be the host of the show. Haruka: (It's Camus-senpai. This… Isn't this a program show of everyone from QUARTET NIGHT!) Haruka: (In this popular program show, all of the Senpai are fulfilling the requests of the guests who made an appearance… And this time they have a film director joining them) Camus: Since this is your first action movie, I wonder if you went through a lot of difficulties. Film Director: Everyday was a series of challenges. However, I think I was able to make good use of my past experiences. Camus: There were many scenes throughout the movie where we could feel the director's style in it. For example, during this scene where they get lost on a snowy mountain… Haruka: (Camus-senpai is really good at both speaking and listening…) Haruka: (His appearance as a butler idol was also flawless. I must learn a lot from Camus-senpai's high level of professionalism.) - Camus: Now then, for the guest's request this time is, "I want to try some sweets that I, Camus, recommend". Camus: And here's what we have prepared for you. It's a beautiful Japanese confectionery. Camus: The elegant sculptures created by the artisans are truly works of art. Pardon me for being presumptuous, but I'll also be joining in for the taste-test. Camus: …The smooth texture of the bean paste that melts on your tongue. As the rich and sweet flavor spreads within your mouth, oh my, talk about how delicious it was. Haruka: (Just hearing it makes me wanted to eat them. Ha! Talking about sweets…) Haruka: (He gave me a treat at a cafe the other day, but I still haven't thanked him yet…!)

Ch 5: (unlocked if you reached intimacy lvl 41 with Camus)

-Shining Agency's Hallway- Haruka: (I'm glad that I was able to buy a thank-you gift for him without any problem. I hope he'll be happy with it…) Haruka: Oh… Camus-senpai! Good work for today. Camus: Oh, it's you. Did you come here to cause a trouble again? I'm afraid I don't carry a script with me for you to spill coffee again for today. Haruka: T-That's not it. It's just that, I actually wanted to meet Camus-senpai again, so meeting you like this is such a perfect timing. Camus: What is it? If you're calling me out just for some nonsense then you better stop or I won't give you any mercy. Haruka: Actually, there's something that I would like to give you. Here it is… Camus: A gift for me? And looking at those paper bag, it seems to be sweets, isn't it? (choices) <It's a limited-edition sweets!> Haruka: Yes, it's a limited-edition sweets! Camus: Oh, isn't this the one that is said to be very difficult to get? I heard that you had to line up early in the morning for this… Camus: Well, not bad for someone like you. It seems that you do have a talent for being a servant. <I chose this one after a lot of consideration.> Haruka: I chose this one after a lot of consideration. I've been struggling and worried as to which one that you might like so I hope you'll be satisfied with this. Camus: That's quite an admirable mindset. Though I suppose it's only natural since you're my Kouhai. Camus: But remember that what matters is not the process, but rather the result. Let's just hope that all of your efforts won't go to waste. (back to story) Haruka: I do hope that you will like it… Please take it as a thank you for the treat you gave me the other day! Camus: I thought I told you that was your reward. There would be no end to it if you keep on reciprocating them in return. Haruka: That might be true, but I've always been indebted to Camus-senpai on a regular basis. Haruka: I've learned a lot from you as a kouhai, and I was also impressed when I saw the way you act as host on TV the other day…! Camus: Calm down. Perhaps, it might be reasonable that you give me that paper bag first. I'll let you talk as much as you like while I'm enjoying the sweets.

Ch 6: (unlocked if you reached intimacy lvl 51 with Camus)

-Shining Agency's Meeting Room- Camus: Mm…this is quite something… Here's your reward, come and have a taste. Haruka: (Looking at his reaction now, it looks like he really took a liking to it. I'm glad…) Camus: What are you spacing out for? And here I thought I told you that you can have a taste, so why don't you just take one and eat it? Haruka: Thank you so much for the offer, now then if you excuse me… Mm, it's so delicious! It's melting inside my mouth. Camus: That's right, the combination of its soft sweetness and texture is like a match-made in Heaven. On top of it, it also has a rich aroma too. It really do be tempting you to take another bite. Haruka: Camus-senpai's way of words are indeed amazing. I was amazed by some of your words on TV the other day. Haruka: You're also really good at managing the atmosphere. Even I was able to tell just how comfortable the guest was as they talk to you. Camus: I'm just doing my job as what a host should be. Camus: To be able to do anything that is asked of you is what it means to be a pro. Haruka: And I'd like to learn more from your example! Camus: Hmph. A little girl like you wanted to try to copy me, you can just keep on dreaming. Camus: However, training a kouhai is also a part of my job. Camus: …I guess it can't be helped, this time is a special exception. I will grant you a permission to come and observe me at my work. Haruka: Thank you so much…! I'll try to do my best to learn and improve a lot from you. Camus: Someone like you will never be able to match up with me for the rest of your life. But well, try to do as best as you can to catch up to me.

[royal-chandler]

Hi! For the ficlet prompt, my three words are:

wine, tremble, lazy

🩷

Thank you for the prompt! I hope this is to your liking! ♥️

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In March, they steal away to Paris. 

That’s the romantic narration of it, anyway. In reality, Alex had given the law firm months' notice of his plans to use up his vacation time on his and Henry’s birthdays and then worked practically non-stop until the day of their flight, weekends included. Henry’s first draft of his novel was sent to his editor via email while their plane smoked on the tarmac, also having predominantly spent the majority of the lead-up to their hop across the Atlantic working heavily, splitting his time between his office and the youth shelter. 

They mimed passing ships in the night during those closing weeks—college-try handjobs in their morning showers, a conveyor belt of a la carte lunches and takeout dinners, and catch-up conversations that sped into snores under their blankets, against the kitchen island, and in front of the muted tv.  

At one embarrassingly low point, Alex had sluggishly hiked the steps of the brownstone, lost a battle with his set of keys, and called Henry to let him in because something was wrong with the lock. Stepping outside of the neighboring door, phone still pressed to his ear, Henry had laughed that their locks were actually just fine. 

All worth it, Alex decides, living to tell the tale and look over the cinematic heart of the city—the crowd of rooftops and warm shades of gold dotted from the streetlamps all the way to the Eiffel Tower—from his seat on their terrace as music spills from the hotel room.

A deviation from restaurant reservations and room service and at Henry’s insistence, it’s a Parisian picnic tonight. Alex doesn’t know how or when Henry had gotten it done, now that they’re in each other's pockets again but it’s a postcard setting. The round table is draped with the classic checkered cloth and topped with candles and a decanter of wine, and there’s an assortment of fresh breads, cheeses, fruits, and meats—including the chicken mousse that the Texan in Alex really hadn't wanted to like but is shamefully into.

He’s spreading it thick onto another pinch of bread when Henry comments, amused, “We’ll need to make some extra room in your suitcase to accommodate bringing a case of that back home.”

“Ugh yes,” Alex agrees, popping the bread in his mouth. Once he’s swallowed, he tacks on, “But we’ll have to hide it deep in our cabinets. Like not easily visible to our guests. I’ve got a reputation to maintain.”

“Think you're safe there,” Henry replies, rolling his eyes but his tone rings nothing less than charmed. “I truly doubt that anyone aside from you has ever uttered the words ‘a meat has no validity unless you can throw barbecue sauce on it.’”

“Okay, I’ll grant you maybe not in that exact syntax but the sentiment is out there. Trust me,” Alex insists before a sip of the wine he also wants to smuggle back to the States. 

Every single thing Henry has picked out for the night has been divine but Alex is most appreciative of the picture across from him. Henry is an academic stunner in his sweater, a soft earthy green that he fills out so perfectly with his broad shoulders and curved arms it’ll almost be a travesty when Alex hauls it off of him later. His hair is grown out and dark, partially swept back and behind an ear that’s now pierced with a circle of silver. Best of everything fucking wonderful, there's pretty crescent moons around Henry's mouth that rival the full one hanging above them.

“Whatever you say, love,” Henry says with his grin after waiting out Alex’s intake of him, wise to Alex as always.

“Whatever you say, love,” Alex parrots back, a second nature refrain. “Ooh speaking of, tomorrow’s your day, baby. Was there anything you had in mind?”

There’s a poignant change in Henry’s expression, his mouth so ready-set-go that Alex expects him to name drop another book store or museum with specific pursuits for wherever they go, to unburden an impassioned lecture on a literary figure or regale Alex with the lengthy history behind a painting they have to see and study. 

What Alex doesn’t expect is for Henry to come to his side and take a careful knee, to pull a square jewelry box from its hiding place in Henry’s pants pocket and for Henry’s hand to slightly tremble as it flips the box open before holding it out.

Alex doesn’t expect the gorgeous band of gold that shines in candle light and rings around his heart, claiming it.

“I’d love to enjoy the entire day with my fiancé if he would abide?” Henry offers simply.

“Yes,” Alex says, sure and within so slim a breath, his answer is merely a punctuation on Henry’s question.

Alex makes surprise wait until the ring has slipped on his finger, until he’s kissed Henry with the intent to do so for the rest of his life, until he’s got Henry underneath him and around him in their bed—lazy with love and then impatient with it. There, Alex will let surprise meet and then yield to the knowledge that tomorrow he’ll have a proposal of his own.

[nescaveckwriter]

Paintbrushes And Romance 🥰🐞 - Part 7

Dean x Reader

Part 7 🥰🐞

A/N: Can someone hand me a box of tissues please 🥹🥰🐞 Also side note, please comment down below and let me know what you think, if you wanna of course🥰🐞

Warnings: Violence, Swearing, Sexual Content, Heartbreak, Kidnapping, Trigger Warnings🙈

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Seeing him, listening to the sound of his voice, broke you, I thought I was stronger that this. He is ordering his usual, black coffee. Acting like his presence doesn't bother you, you go on typing away, not that a single damn word is making sense, the tears, threatening to spill over, and give away, "your strong woman" act.

You can feel his eyes burning on you, while he steals a quick glance, you don't want to meet his eyes, so you'll just pretend to be busy, even though the only thing your busy with, is trying not to break down and cry in front of everyone.

I can't, I can't do this shit, you say underneath your breath, you quickly pack everything up, put a few dollars down for the coffee, you notice, you didn't even touch the piece of chocolate mousse cake, Julie gave you! Eversince that day, you haven't had much of an appetite, not even for dessert.

Just waving, while running out the shop, unsure to where you want to go, honestly unsure of what to do with yourself, with your life without him , hell! tell me how did I turn into this person, to the woman who needs a man, not just any man but Dean Winchester! Tears streaming freely now, I've never in my life felt sadness that cuts this deep, leaving my damn heart in a thousand shreds. I should hate him, but oh how I love him.

.....

Showing up at your mom's house, she barely opened the door, when you knocked, you grab ahold of her in a heartbreaking way, sobs into her arms, mom tell me, please how do I let this pain go away, how do I forget about him, how do I move on when my heart is so torn apart, when all I want to do is run into his arms, searching for the comfort I always found there, tell me mom!, you say, tears making your mom's, brightly flowered shirt wet.

Oh honey, taking her fingers, trying to rub the tears away, only time will tell, my sweet girl. Mom, I don't want time to tell, I just want time to be turned back, back to when he loved me, when I was enough to make him happy, I just want him mom, with me, holding me, is that to much to ask for, your voice breaking now, is it mom?, I am not a bad person am I? Can't I just be really happy for once? Don't I deserve it mom?

Oh bug, you are breaking my heart, seeing you like this, I wish I could just bandage your heart together, make everything better, but I can't, not this time, but I'll tell you what, sweetie, let me make us some of that chamomile tea you like so much, then we can just sit and talk, or cry, or be in total silence, just what you need honey. Forming a little smile on your lips, that sounds nice thanks mom, we can talk, but not about this , anything else will do.

Sweet, soft smile coming from your moms lips, okay honey, did you hear about Mrs, Anderson, throwing lemonade, at Mrs Morgan, for stealing some of her flowers....

...

The two of you, spend the afternoon just talking about, light-hearted, topics, and also of course the surprise birthday party for the weekend for your dearest brother, oh how deeply you love him, the two of you are really close, but he is always away on business trips, so you kind of lost touch, but this weekend is all about catching up.

....

Giving your mom, one big heartfelt hug, I'll see you and daddy tonight, for dinner, you say while starting to walk towards the street, where you get into the cab, giving them your address, you need to freshen up for the free art classes you give for the kids at the church, you also need to try and cover up your swollen eyes. Your not much for makeup, you prefer just a little bit of mascara really, but you have a trick or two up your sleeve.

Arriving at your little house, which doesn't really feel the same anymore, it doesn't feel like a home without him, damnit escapes your lips, while throwing your keys on the kitchen countertop.

Just standing in the shower, while the hot water is running down your body, all you can think of, is the way he'd looked this morning, as if something is weighing, heavily on his shoulders, maybe he misses you, the thought enters your mind, you could've sworn your heart just skipped a beat, but you just suppress that little excitement of just maybe he feels the same. Getting out, the shower, grabbing the nearest towel, wrapping it tightly around your body.

Walking to your dresser, opting out for a pair of dark blue jeans, and a plain black t-shirt, with your favourite pair of flat black boots, before closing the dresser, is when you spot it, he's favourite red flannel shirt you stole, to wear whenever you'll just be lounging around the house, taking the shirt, holding it closely to your beating heart, breathing in, the woody musky scent coming, from the shirt holding too much memories.

A little tear escaping and rolling over your cheek. Throwing it back into the closet, like it's the shirt's fault, you turn around to your mirror so that you can put on some makeup and get your hair done, deciding that you'll be going for the loosely braided hair you like so much.

You were just about done, when you hear your phone receiving a message, its from Eileen, "Hey sweetie, how are you doing? Listen you and me, we are going out for a girls night tomorrow, Sam's working late again so it's you and me, painting this town red, okay no excuses.!" A little smile forming across your lips, honestly you don't feel much like going out, but maybe she needs it just as much as you do. Texting her back , yeah hun let's do it , sounds like fun. I'll bring the red paint, with a laughing emoji, and some hugs and kisses you send the message.

Getting out the cab at church, grabbing your art supplies, walking towards the big welcoming doors, you breathe in, let's do this, you put on a big smile, hoping it'll take away the sadness in your eyes.

......

Okay kids that's it for tonight, I'll see you again on Friday, and remember, there is no right or wrong when it comes to art, just let your heart do the talking, each of the kids between the ages of seven and thirteen, comes to give you a hug, before heading out, oh you truly loved every one so much.

Last little girl, named Tiffany to give you a hug, come running up to you , she's 7 and has so much potential of being an artist one day, hugging you, looking you in the eyes with her big brown eyes, asking you when is uncle Dean coming to visit again. You just hug her tightly and say, not sure honey, he is very busy at work, oh okay, she says, I miss him, have to go now... Love you, bye, she goes running off!

Oh that little one, has no idea, what she's done, sitting down, with your hands covering your face trying, to be strong, trying to fight back the heartbreak, from damming up in your eyes, you feel a hand firmly, but softly resting on your shoulder, turning around to see Pastor Cas, hi, Pastor you said trying to hide the pain in your voice.

Are you okay, concern on his face, I will listen if you wanted to talk. Thank you Pastor, but is fine, I'll get better eventually, you say while getting up from your sitting position, gathering all the art supplies, you hear Pastor Cas say, I'm really here if you need to talk, and I know about you and Dean, I found him one night sitting in this same room, I think he came, here quite often when you weren't here, he told me the two of you broke up, I'm sorry to hear that he said empathy in his voice.

Damnit! You said underneath your breath, how can I tell Cas, how much I despise and love his best friend, strangely enough the two of them just connected, Dean started to show up at the art classes you gave, to see you, in your element he said, with that mischievous smile of his!

The kids quickly started to love him, as he would get on all fours and give them little horseback rides, one by one, while you were busy teaching the class, he and Cas would stand outside to talk and laugh. Dean would always tell you, that they're like brothers even though there so different.

I'm really fine you said quickly glancing at him, seeing the concern in his face. You're my friend too, he said. I know, but I'm fine, I really need to go, I have dinner with my parents tonight you said, with a smile barely tugging at your lips. Oh, okay, you should enjoy it he said smiling, coming closer and giving you a little hug.

Enjoy your evening Cas, you said while walking outside, waiting for a cab to pick you up. You could drive yourself, but preferred using the taxi services, one of the reasons being your not very good with directions and of course the other one is, its just much more fun sitting in the back taking in the view, of the places you've seen so many times before, but there's so many details and little miracle's that could be easily taken for granted! Oh very artsy of me, you say to yourself, a smile creeping on your lips!

You wave the taxi down, smiling while getting in, your eyes meeting his, he quickly looks away. Giving him the address, you just sit there in silence, admiring the stars and moon shining so brightly, a big dark cloud, hiding the stars all of the sudden.

You should be at your parents house by now! Looking at the street sign, seeing its he's going the wrong way.

Excuse me sir, you tap him on the shoulder, your going the wrong way, he turns to face you, his eyes as cold as breeze seeping through the window.

Sit back in your seat missy, I'm going the right way, his voice, sounding kind of raspy and mocking. So you adjust back in the seat, taking out your phone, knowing something is wrong you start typing away, the look he gives you in the mirror sends chills down your spine. It's him, the serial killer - Dean's been hunting.

Swallowing away the tightness in your chest, your fingers typing the words , "its the serial killer" before you could type, I love you mom, the car comes to a stop.

Breathing heavily you know its now or never, still holding you cell in your hand, you see him walking to the side of your door, turning slightly in your seat, your feet pointing at the door, he pulls it open, give me your damn phone he angrily says. That's when you gave it your all, you kicked him with both feet, and while he stuttering backwards, you turn around on your hands and feet, quickly crawling to the other side of the seat so that you can get away, your hand touching the door handle, almost there, biting your lip, ahhhhh! A scream escapes your lips, his pulling you out of the car by your ankles, trying to grab onto everything you can find, but there's nothing.

You feel the dirt and rocks underneath your arms, scraping the skin, trying to find a way of getting away from his tight grip, stil squirming he grabs your hair, that's when you feel it, a pinch, almost mosquito bite like, into your neck, night, night, you little shit, you hear his voice, sounding very pleased with himself.

You can feel it starting to take affect, did I send the text, you wondered, tears staining your face, the darkness came over you despite the moon shining so brightly.

[vxiphoid]

⟢ PASTRY EMPORIUM ━☆

✑ twst boys with an s/o who enjoys cooking and what dishes they’d make! ft. heartslabyul

PREVIOUS NEXT

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RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

your dish is…

STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE ICEBOX CAKE !!

♫ MERCURY - BYE BYE BADMAN

- riddle doesn’t know what he’s doing to an extant. if your offering to feed him a strawberry while you work, he wouldn’t mind :D<3 ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - he’s definitely watched over treys shoulder while he made tarts so he knows how to do some things. he sticks to and follows your every word so he doesn’t mess up this delicious delicacy. ⠀⠀ - it definitely gets messy but hey, its the thought that counts. plus, he has such a determined twinkle in his eye as he mixes the ingredients together :(⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - this is a recipe that requires vanilla wafers and y’all definitely feed each other one before crushing the rest up with lovestruck smiles on your faces. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - he makes them on his own to bring to the heartslabyul tea parties and they get better every time, he’s the sweetest

“do i add the strawberries on top of the cake like, this?”

“yeah! and if you reposition them, they’re little bunnies :)”

“gods, i love you😭”

ACE TRAPPOLA

your dish is…

CHERRY TURNOVERS !!

♫ ウマーベラス - MONKEY MAJIK

- for ace, you have to get him a second bowl of cherries so he doesn’t eat the ones for the recipe… but to make up for that, listens to the playlist you’ve made together while you make your treats ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - he knows a couple things about cooking because he cooks with his brother once and a while. like to enhance the taste of tart cherries, add honey, cinnamon, or cloves, maybe all three if you really want it that way! shows off his amazing cooking magic tricks with you too ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - no doubt engulfs you in a hug from behind with his chin resting on your shoulder while you mix the glaze and adds some vanilla extract when you need it. ace lets you pin his hair up so it doesn’t get in his face as he focuses on drawing cute faces on the turnovers with the freshly made glaze. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - smooch the powdered sugar from his face please‼️

“how many cherries do you think i can fit in my mouth?”

“you’re not getting any more cherries >:[“

“aw…”

DEUCE SPADE

your dish is…

VANILLA CRÈME BRÛLÈE !!

♫ 就寝御礼 - PSYQUI

- deuce has quite a lot of cooking experience since he helps his mom around the house. he likes to keep his food simple and within his range so you helping him means a lot no matter the simplicity ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - 99% of the time he’s kissing you in a way of saying thanks when you do something for him. you get the ingredients out? kith. you preheat the oven? mwah. cooking with you is one of his favorite things now, he must say thank you, its only polite. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - he’s so neat when he cooks! if he were to spill something, he would pause to clean it up, got that from his momma. deuce dances with you as the brûlée bakes and watches movies with you while it cools down to pass the two hours. almost always has something smeared on his face. ⠀⠀⠀ - literally loves adding the sugar his brûlée with various things and addicted to making hearts on yours or, like, putting yours in a heart shaped bowl. and it would turn out SO GOOD, he likes to say that its because of all the kisses he gives you.

“here’s your brûlée by the way, i made sure i warmed it up so it might be hot”

“oh, thank you, bubba. but you didnt have to bring it to me, i would’ve came to get it..”

“you looked too comfortable :(“

CATER DIAMOND

your dish is…

SPICY LAYERED CHOCOLATE MOUSSE SQUARES !!

♫ OCEANE - RINI

- cater isn’t a fan of anything sweet but he doesn’t mind putting some sugar in yours in case you don’t like it. cooking with him really is aesthetically pleasing, music in the background, perfect lighting, and sweetness! he doesn’t have much experience in cooking so its up to you to lead him. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - he’s so energetic that it’s contagious, you both are bouncing balls of energy. also goes live from time to time while you cook together and his fans are living off of it. smears chocolate on your nose so he can kiss it off. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ - you both take so many selfies, his favorite one is the both of you touching noses with unsweetened whipped cream on them, its now his lock screen. surprisingly the most messiest in the kitchen but has a great sense of balance when it comes to ingredients. cater also finds his cooking time with you down time, a little space away from social media some days. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ - the spicy dessert looks really pretty on a serving plate so getting pictures are a must. by far his favorite thing he’s made with you, its such a comfort food for him.

“#ihavethebestsignificantother.. #iliveformyloverscooking…”

“dont actually put those as your hashtags cater😭😭”

TREY CLOVER

your dish is…

CANDIED VIOLET CUPCAKES !!

♫ SLOWMOTION - SAKANACTION

- tray is the most skilled in cooking and is known to make desserts for his younger siblings and his dorm. adores cooking with someone because he loves quality time with you even if its as simple as baking cupcakes, his favorite no less ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - he saves some extra candied violets for decoration and also just to eat in general. he’s the type to have matching aprons and tie yours for you :) he has one of those “kiss the chef” aprons in which you do give him little kisses. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - stands behind you and cups your hands in his as your mixing the batter or frosting, he’s a little romantic☺️. tray tells you about his day in immense detail which leads to talking for hours. (since he’s usually quiet in class and focuses on his studies without getting involved in anything, he always has the juiciest drama) ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ - to get free kisses, you put frosting on your lips >:). tray also plays little jokes on you while you’re mixing the ingredients together because your reactions are the highlight of his day

“wait, don’t add the egg batter in yet, we gotta add oyster sauce.”

“we gotta add what?😃”

[luzdaydreamer]

Land Of Secret Flames

Chapter 6, part 2

I realize the dessert is a mess because I poked it so many times.

MC: I'll eat it.

I devour a spoonful of mousse. But it's not long before I'm thinking about the jewelry again.

MC: It'll probably be in his wife's hands once the ship docks tomorrow. At that point, approaching it will be almost impossible. Do I have to talk to his wife? I'm not good at lying...

Rafayel: I see you're genuinely hungry.

He scoops the grapes off his dessert and gives them to me.

Rafayel: If you can't come up with anything, stop thinking about it for now. Where there's a will, there's a way. Maybe we'll get our chance once we reach the island. Shouldn't those two Ever people be a bigger problem than Maxwell?

MC: Their obsession with buying the island is a little weird. But you can't blame them.

Rafayel: … If you compare Ever to Maxwell, then that Protocore smuggling stuff isn't something to be concerned about.

I'm a bit surprised. But I start thinking.

MC: (Rafayel's intelligence network is complex and full of secrets. If he's saying this, then he probably knows something...) You do have a point. I'll keep an eye on them. Too bad I didn't get to see those two. We should try and follow them in case—

Rafayel: Okay, it's time to stop using your brain!

Rafayel waves his hand in front of me. His expression becomes stern.

Rafayel: I told you that so your mind can take a break. It wasn't so you could throw yourself into another problem.

MC: But…

Like a magician, he pulls out something to feed to me. I bite down, and a candy's sweetness floods my mouth.

Rafayel: Right now, you're only allowed to think about one thing. One. Thing. Which is replenishing your energy before going to bed.

MC: …

Maybe the sweetness makes me drowsy. Hearing the churning sea, I vaguely remember resting my head on a pillow and closing my eyes. Before I realize it, I'm slowly falling asleep. The sound of the waves reverberates near my ears and slowly flows into my dark dream. Faint moonlight spills over the pitch-black sea, carrying an ethereal chant from afar.

MC: This is...

...l feel like l've been here before. As if sensing my arrival, the singing grows more peculiar and sad as if it wants to convey something to me. An inexplicable sorrow stirs in my heart and mingles with nostalgia. I can't help but reach out to that elusive melody. Yet the waves surge, and the sea roars and swells under the howling winds. It's at that moment the song dissipates. It drowns in the raging torrents.

[ N E X T ]

[ Land Of Secret Flames Guide ]

[the-evil-pizza]

We celebrate Saturday but I still got my mousse! The caramel spilled over though

[macverse]

My Bloody Nights with Mr. Evans

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By the end of the evening, the haphazardly spilled bloody mary wasn't the only thing staining the table linens a deep red.

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Mr. Evans hardly ever surprises me. I say hardly because the day that I found out he's a murderer I was surprised.

Back then, I'd been working for Mr. Evans for about five months. I came on to help manage the staff of his New England estate as his personal assistant. Unlike some of my past personal assistant jobs, the position is a full-time role that required me to be available 24/7 so I was given rooms on the property. Nothing too fancy. It was only a room in the part of the estate that was designated for the staff. The whole thing was a bit of a lifestyle shock having come from living in the city to the remote, quiet neighborhood of Massachusetts’ one percent. When I took the position, I'd wondered why my predecessor had left but I could never quite figure out what happened and the inability to find out anything became less odd as time went on.

My employer, Mr. Evans, is the sole inheritor of his family's international import and export conglomerate. Making him both wealthy, and well-known in the business world. His industry experience has afforded him many friends and business partners not only in the shipping empire but also in various enterprises. He's not only popular because of his wealth and business expertise but also for his exceptional prowess in the kitchen as well as for being an incredibly handsome, eligible bachelor.

Mr. Evans is always perfectly coiffed and clothed. His thick dark brown hair is always immaculately moussed, swept back from his face, and parted perfectly without a hair out of place. His beard is always groomed and trimmed accenting his chiseled face. His wardrobe is selected by an esteemed fashion stylist from designers all over the world and immaculately cared for by a tailor on the estate. You will never catch Mr. Evans looking disheveled.

I obviously didn't care or find any of that appealing or distracting. I have been PA to many wealthy, attractive businessmen who've tried their best to sway me into comfortable sugar-baby arrangements. I'm aware that I am a beautiful, young woman who could easily live a life of luxury on the whims of a wealthy man. I could easily allow myself to be lavished with extravagant gifts and whisked off to private islands at the drop of a hat. Money and power have never impressed me. And it sure is not enough to sacrifice the future of my career.

Back when I originally started I hardly ever spoke to Mr. Evans. We would meet at exactly 7:45 am in the small meeting room between Mr. Evans’s at-home office and a grand library that no one seems to use. From the beginning, I got the impression that Mr. Evans is a very precise individual and that he prefers tasks to be performed in the way he expects. I also gathered that he's not one to show a lot of emotion. I tried once or twice to get him to even slightly smile during our meetings but gave up when my jests kept falling flat.

Our meetings would run for no longer than thirty minutes to review any open items from the previous day and the schedule for the day ahead as well as any future plans he wanted me to handle. From there, I would hand off his schedule to his drivers and business analyst Luke, a newer staff member like myself, and set out to accomplish any tasks he'd assigned. During the rest of the day, I wouldn't see Mr. Evans unless any major things occurred that required his attention. Part of my job was to make sure that there was nothing that needed Mr. Evans's attention so most days I wouldn't see him again until the following morning.

My position was surprisingly much more simple than any of my previous positions. Unlike the households of my most recent employers who were new to their wealth and needed me to bring order to their new lives, everyone on staff had either been on the estate since the late Mr. and Mrs. Evans had maintained the property. Luke and I were the only new employees. There weren't that many things that didn't already have a set course of action that everyone already seemed to know. So I spent most of my day learning about my new employer, the history of the property, and making sure everyone had everything they needed. It wasn't until after a winter-themed dinner party to celebrate the forthcoming solstice that I noticed things on the Evans estate were not as simple as they seemed.

The morning after the dinner party was not anything I'd come to expect.

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