#Today I'm just not satisfied with anything I make ugh

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Self Control: Part Eleven - Picture Perfect

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: You and Jessie are settling into your new home as the arrival of your little one nears. However, Jessie wants to capture this moment in time before it passes.

Warnings: G!P content. Sexy photoshoot. Masturbation (reader), cunnilingus, penetrative sex, preg/breeding kink, language.

A/N: I couldn’t go another chapter without Jessie worshipping Reader’s body through photos. And if it led to smut…so be it. Also, a brief throwback/love letter to my Handy series.

Jessie wore a gentle frown as she held two wooden bars together and eyed them up to make sure they were aligned. When she was satisfied, she retrieved a screw she held poised between her lips and starting assembling the two pieces together.

When done, she examined the manual and began lining up her next items. She looked up at you from her spot on the floor, a soft smile crossing her face. You were in the new glider chair that'd been delivered and had your laptop teetering on the edge of your lap as you typed away on something for work. Your arms were bent awkwardly around your protruding bump and your expression betrayed some of the effort you had to exert to just do this simple task.

"You know, I built you a desk," Jessie said with a smirk.

You exhaled and gave her a pointed stare, pausing mid-keystroke.

"And what a lovely desk it is. But that's in the office. You are here - in the nursery, building our daughter's crib, and I would like to be a part that. You refuse to let me help you, so I'll merely be an observer," you explained evenly.

Jessie bit back an amused laugh and simply raised her eyebrows with an accepting nod.

"Okay. Heard. And I'm sorry - I just like building things on my own," she said as she continued to piece the crib together.

"You can just say I get in the way," you said with a knowing smirk over your laptop screen.

"I would never," she said facetiously as she held your gaze with a grin. You went to protest and she nodded to the freshly painted walls. "You've done a ton already. You painted far more than I wanted you to yesterday. And you've done a bunch of arranging in here already today. You've been on your feet too much." She chided before frowning further and getting up from her spot on the floor to push the chair's accompanying foot rest in front of you. "Put your feet up. It'll help with the swelling."

"Ugh," you complained with an empty glare though you complied with her request. You continued typing as Jessie returned to her previous spot and you went on. "This whole sexy pregnancy thing is past its prime. It's not so fun sometimes."

"I'm sorry," Jessie said as she looked up at you again.

"Don't be sorry," you told her mildly as you looked at her. "I'm just not feeling so hot anymore."

"'Hot' as in sexy or 'hot' as in good?" Jessie inquired.

"Both," you said flatly, and she gave you an empathetic smile.

"Well, if it means anything, I think you're incredibly sexy," she told you before rushing on in case it upset you, "I know it's a pain for you, but I wish you knew how attractive you are like this."

"Well, I consider myself lucky that you think so," you responded dully.

"I'm so serious," she emphasized. She paused momentarily, a lingering, persistent thought pushing itself to the forefront again and begging to be shared. You noted her hesitation and frowned skeptically.

"What is it?" You asked.

"Nothing." Jessie smiled. "I just think you're really beautiful," she said before she ducked her head to keep assembling the crib.

The room was quiet for a few seconds and Jessie could feel your eyes on her. If you were going to probe, you chose not to and she heard you start typing again.

You both worked quietly in tandem with one another and eventually Jessie stood back, hands on her hips as she surveyed her work. She gave a single nod of approval, a proud smile on her face as she examined the finished crib.

"What do you think?" She asked as she looked over her shoulder at you. You looked up and over, a smile immediately on your face and you closed your laptop. You went to stand, rocking yourself to get enough momentum to get out of the chair, but Jessie trotted over and gave you a hand.

"You love this," you said with a mixture of accusation and gratitude as you narrowed your eyes at her. She gave you an innocent smile.

"Taking care of you? Sure," she said, undeterred.

You both walked over to the crib and rest your hands on the rail and peered in.

Jessie's imagination was rampant with visions of your daughter sleeping in this crib, of her rocking your daughter to sleep in the middle of the night, of her cooing and fussing and slowly growing up in this room you and Jessie had put together with love.

"I can't wait until she's here," you said softly, drawing Jessie out of her reverie. She smiled at you and kissed your shoulder.

“Me neither. I can’t believe it’s getting so close,” she said.

“I know. It seems like just a few weeks ago we were looking at the test. And now…,” you trailed off as you rubbed your stomach. Jessie frowned as she caught you faintly wince.

“Are you okay? Braxton Hicks?” She asked as she placed her hand next to yours on the underside of your bump. You exhaled through your wince and nodded.

“Yeah.”

Jessie gave you another empathetic look and rubbed your stomach for you. She remembered how panicked she was the first time you experienced one, despite reading up on them and hearing about them in an earlier birthing class.

“They’re becoming more frequent, hey?” She asked. They used to be every few days and now it was daily.

“Mmhmm,” you voiced. “A nice prelude to what’s in store in a few weeks,” you deadpanned as you side eyed her. “Which, by the way, you better not be missing next week’s class. It’s the big one.”

Jessie pulled you sideways into her and kissed your head. "Of course I’ll be there. The team already knows I’m missing training that afternoon.”

“Good,” you said sternly before relenting some. “Thank you.”

"Of course. I wouldn’t miss it. And hey, how about I run you a bath," she suggested.

You contemplated it, stubbornly almost, until finally accepting. “I suppose that would be nice. Between the Braxton Hicks and my back…it wouldn’t hurt.”

Jessie led you to the bathroom and soon she tenderly underdressed you as the tub filled. She held out her hand for you to step in, knowing balance was a bit of a challenge given your changing center of gravity.

"Babe," you complained, drawing out the pet name as Jessie helped you sink into the water. "It's cold."

"It's warm," Jessie corrected. "You can't have a hot bath - you know that." You rolled your eyes and continued to pout. Jessie gave you a withering look, but turned on the hot water for a few seconds.

"That's all you're getting," she told you, but you now smiled at her.

"Thanks, baby."

"You can have all the hot baths you want after the baby is born. I'll watch her and take care of her and you can sit in here, water as hot as you like and get all pruney," she finished with a smirk.

"I will," you said facetiously defiant.

Jessie sat on the edge of the tub and watched you quietly as you settled in, eyes closing as you relaxed into the water.

You'd been in the new house only a couple of weeks, but - with some help - you'd gotten the place more or less settled. It felt like each day the next piece of your lives was becoming crisper and clearer. It excited Jessie and she could hardly believe it.

She nearly had to laugh. A few years ago, she'd been sitting there, palms sweating and mouth dry as she wracked her brain over and over again with what to text you as she tried to charm you and wished against all odds that you'd like her as much as she liked you. Now, here you were, her ring on your finger and round with her baby, weeks away from giving birth. Your family of two about to become a family of three.

The thought that nagged her earlier came back. She watched you lovingly and just said it.

"I want to take pictures of you."

You opened your eyes and cocked your head slightly in question.

"I want to take pictures of you," Jessie repeated. "Like this." You frowned and she stammered slightly. "Well - maybe not exactly like that. Well? Actually, maybe." She shook out her head and went on assuredly. "You are glowing. And gorgeous. And so incredibly beautiful. And I want to capture this for us."

"For us or for you," you asked casually as your eyes drifted down her body teasingly. She blushed.

"Maybe both," she admitted haughtily. "And it doesn't have to be today. But soon."

"Is that why you built your dark room?" You teased. Jessie splashed you playfully and you squealed.

"This would just happen to be a nice perk," she refuted, a grin still on her face. She grew earnest once more. "I know your body is going through a lot and you don't feel great. But you really are the most stunning woman to me. I hope you know that."

You seemed to begrudgingly contemplate her words. Eventually, you sighed. "You need to be in some of the photos, too."

That wasn't what she was picturing, but she'd have to cope. She smiled.

"Okay. Deal."

"Now, if I ask you something - will you say 'yes'?" You asked. Jessie frowned.

"Maybe? What is it?"

"If I wanted you to go to the store and get me, say, some ice cream. Would you?" You asked as you looked at her expectantly. She rolled her eyes and groaned.

"You don't have to," you offered mildly, but Jessie was already standing up.

"Come on," she said dryly. "Let's get you out of there and into bed. And, yes, I'll go." You nearly snickered and she ground out with a lingering grin, "You have me wrapped around your little finger and you know it." She nodded to your bump with a shake of her head. "And she will, too."

"Mhmm," you merely nodded with a self-satisfied smile. "Who are you kidding?" You said patiently. "She already does."

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“You look beautiful,” Jessie told you as she crouched and held the viewfinder of her camera up to her eye. The camera clicked as she pressed the shutter.

“Well, it is your doing,” you joked with a teasing glance as you readjusted the flowing fabric of your dress. “So you’re really just admiring your own work.”

Jessie smiled, fighting off a blush as she moved around you and took pictures of you from different angles.

You rubbed your stomach before pulling your hand back. “Oh, sorry.”

“No, no, that’s perfect,” she told you as she encouraged you to do it again. She put her hand on your stomach as well and leaned back to take a picture of her hand and yours.

Jessie had you pose in various ways, all the while making sure you felt comfortable and at ease. She really meant it when she said you were glowing. You already were the most gorgeous girl to her, but like this, she couldn’t help but worship you.

When she was satisfied, she stood up straight and looked to you in question.

“Now,” she went on, clearing her throat as she looked at you. “How do you feel about…taking some clothes off.” She went on in a rush, one hand up in defense already. “It’ll be tasteful. I promise.”

You smirked at her. “I trust you.”

You started bundling up the fabric of your dress and Jessie helped you take off the garment. She couldn’t help it if her hands lingered on your hips, on your bump, on your swollen breasts. She cleared her throat once more as she forced herself to refocus.

“You’re gorgeous,” she told you as you held your breasts in your hands or covered them with your arm for modesty as Jessie photographed your otherwise naked body.

“Here, give me that,” you said gently after some time as you held out your hand for the camera. Jessie handed it over wordlessly with a frown. After some encouragement, she complied and you started taking pictures of her with your bump.

She took the camera after a few shots and set it up on a tripod to capture a few photos of the two of you together.

It was a challenge for Jessie to control herself as she kissed and caressed your bump. Some of her kisses and touches turned sensual. She kept an eye on you and fought back a satisfied grin as you began to fidget under her touch.

“Babe,” you drew out the name, half complaining, half whining.

“Yeah babe?” She asked through a smile as she continued to kiss your taut stomach.

“You know what,” you pouted.

“‘Mmkay, that’s enough,” Jessie said as she stood up and took the camera back. “This was supposed to be photos of you after all,” she said with a lingering look. She stood back and took a few more pictures, noting how flushed you looked.

“Why don’t you we get some of you sitting down,” Jessie said as she coaxed you over to the bed. You sat down heavily and gave her an accusatory look.

“God, now you have me all worked up,” you complained leaning back on your hands.

Jessie hummed as she wound the film. “Well, feel free to do something about it,” she offered nonchalantly. You shot her a look. She smirked at you. “They can be for my even more private collection.”

You studied her for several seconds and she could feel you were on the precipice.

“It’s obviously up to you, but I would adore some photographs of my gorgeous wife-to-be relieving some tension as she’s round and full of the baby that I pumped into her.”

“Christ Jess,” you huffed as you rolled your eyes in frustration.

“Her body blossoming in the most incredible, raw way possible. Her breasts gorgeous and full. Her hips softer and curvier to accommodate the life we created. God, you turn me on so much,” Jessie finished, her camera poised and ready, and also unable to ignore the tightening sensation forming in her pants.

She caught the way your eyes drifted to her bulge and you bit your lip. She snapped a photo.

"God you're beautiful."

You didn't say anything, you just lifted your gaze to look at her through the camera and leaned back further before reaching down with a hand to begin stroking through your folds.

"Oh yes," Jessie said with a broad smile as she knelt down to get a better angle. From here, not only did she get a clearer view of your swollen and slick pussy lips, but you looked incredible from this angle - leaned back, your prominent bump on full display, your breasts spilling out around it, further highlighted by how your chest moved up and down with each breath, never mind the profile of your face with your head thrown back.

Jessie bit the inside of her cheek as she felt herself straining further against the fabric of her pants as she watched you begin to rub your clit, soft mewls starting to escape you.

"You always sound so amazing," Jessie told you as she took another picture.

You simply moaned and began rubbing yourself with greater fervour.

"Help me, Jess," you said, eyes still closed as you gently rocked into your hand. She didn't need to be told twice.

She set the camera down quickly and shifted over between your legs and gently pushed your legs apart just enough to make room for her. She felt a pulse go through her at the low moan you made.

Wasting no more time, she dipped her head in and began licking you as you continued to play with your clit.

"Oh God," you breathed, your chest falling as pleasure coursed through you.

She pulled your lips into her mouth, teasing and licking them before dipping her tongue inside your entrance then returning to trace between your folds.

Between her attention and yours, it wasn't long until your hips began to buck into her face and your hand. Her face was coated in juices before you even started cumming, only to have your arousal dripping down her chin as you came.

When she eventually pulled back, she lifted the collar of her shirt to wipe her mouth on the inside of it.

"God, baby. You were always wet, but you're so wet these days and I love it even more," she praised.

By now you had laid back on the bed to recover. You were only there for maybe 30 seconds before you shifted on your side.

"Ugh, that's too much," you said of the weight on you.

Jessie climbed onto the bed and kissed your bump and then your arm.

The room was quiet as you rested and Jessie simply watched you. She ignored the way her pants were pulled tight against her erection and the feeling of frustration it created.

Eventually, you peeked over. "What are we going to do about you?"

"We don't need to do anything," she told you and she meant it.

"Mmm, I know we don't have to, but what if I want to," you said.

Jessie gave you a scrutinizing look and you shrugged a shoulder.

"I love cumming on your tongue, but cumming on your cock is a whole other experience."

"Jesus," Jessie breathed as she looked up at the ceiling for a second before returning to meet your gaze with a smirk. She shook her head. "You know what you do to me."

"I can see it," you said with a teasing nod towards her very obvious bulge.

"How do you want to do it?" Jessie asked. In the state you were in, sex required a bit more forethought and consideration these days. It took away a touch of the primal need and 'in the moment' spontaneity, but it was far more important to her that you felt comfortable.

You hoisted yourself up into a sitting position and looked around the bed.

"I want to ride you," you said. "I might get tired quick though."

"That's okay. I can support you and we can flip over when you do get tired," she said.

With a nod of approval from you, Jessie began to undress and then maneuvered herself over to the head of the bed. She reached for your hands to help you, gently helping you straddle her and balance before guiding herself to your entrance.

"Are you okay?" She asked, only to be answered by you sinking down onto her waiting cock. Her jaw set and she dug her head backwards into the pillow as your warmth engulfed her. "Shit." She cursed and you merely smirked at her.

"Still good?" You asked with a glint in your eye.

"Fuck, you know how good you feel," she said as she held your hips and rolled herself up into you.

Jessie had her feet planted on the bed, knees raised so you could lean back against her thighs. This also let her better use her hips to help you move up and down. What good was working out if it didn't help her fuck you?

Again, the view was absolutely stunning from where Jessie was. She could adore you in all your glory as you were backlit on top of her. The days of fast and furious fuckings were on a bit of a hiatus, but it didn't bother Jessie in the least. The intimacy of these recent sessions put them in their own category and she adored it.

She held one hand under your thigh to continue supporting you, but her other hand came to your round belly and she caressed it as you two made love. Your hand came to hers.

"What are you going to do when I'm no longer swollen and heavy with your baby," you said with a lilt in your voice. Jessie grinned as she locked eyes with you.

"Put another one in you," she said without missing a beat.

You chuckled. "I know we make decent money, but we're going to have to be careful to not get too out of control. Two tops."

"Three?" Jessie asked as she continued to rock into you.

"I'm going to say 'two' knowing we'll end up at three. If I say 'three', we'll wind up with four and that's just too much."

"Fine," Jessie said facetiously as she gripped your hips again and picked up her pace just a touch. You moaned and gripped her forearms for support.

She wished she could kiss you, but she couldn't in this position. After would just have to do. She continued and soon she could feel your walls starting to tighten and clench around her.

"Fuck," you whimpered. "Rub my clit," you told her urgently.

It wasn't easy, given your bump, but Jessie did so and you quickly came undone on her fingers and cock. Her muscles flexed as she held you up as your body melted into hers.

You relaxed on top of her, leaning back against her thighs and nudged her for help to disentangle yourself from her. She chuckled and did so, unable to hide that she was still very much aroused.

You knelt onto your hands and knees, your stomach brushing against the sheets below. You looked over your shoulder at her.

"I want you to finish inside me," you said.

Jessie didn’t argue. She shifted behind you and held herself to your sopping entrance to push inside. Again, her eyes fell shut at the incredible feeling of your soft heat wrapping tightly around her.

“Fuck, babe,” she said, on one knee, the other foot planted next to you as she rocked her hips into you. She leaned back and watched how your lips wrapped around her cock and she kneaded your ass as she bit her lip.

“Oh God,” you said as she shifted to lean over you, one hand bracing herself on the mattress and the other on the side of your bump. With this angle she was hitting your g-spot directly and your legs began to quiver.

Wet sounds filled the air as she began to pump into you a touch faster, a tightness starting to build within her as you continued to envelope her, your tunnel repeatedly massaging the sensitive head of her cock and her length as she thrust into you with firm, measured strokes.

She could tell you were close again so she grit her teeth and held back a while longer. She reached down with one hand and began playing with your clit again. Your legs shook further and she leaned back to hold your hips to support you.

You came with a cry and Jessie finally released herself inside of you with a low moan, holding her hips flush against you as she pulsed and twitched inside your heat.

“Ah, fuck,” she hissed in pleasure as she took a slow stroke back before pushing in to the hilt a couple more times as she drained herself into your waiting pussy.

She exhaled slowly, her mouth in a tight ‘O’ as she withdraw altogether to see just a hint of her cum pooled inside of you, most of it too deep to be seen.

“Fuck, baby,” she said as she admired you and the state you were in. She leaned forward and kissed your back before you settled onto your side with a contented sigh.

You sighed further, catching your breath as Jessie snuggled in behind you to spoon you. She wrapped her arm around your waist, her fingertips barely reaching your bellybutton.

“Are you okay?” She asked as she thumbed the taut skin of your middle.

“Completely. Other than tired.” She could hear the smile in your voice. “And more Braxton Hicks,” you added flatly. “I guess multiple orgasms will do that to a girl.”

Jessie propped herself up on her elbow to look at you. You glanced up at her briefly, but soon nestled your head back into the bed and closed your eyes.

“Should we be concerned?” She asked.

“No. The midwife said that’s normal,” you replied. “If I end up past-due though, I’ll be tasking you with fucking me into labour though,” you said with a smirk.

You exhaled again before tilting your head slightly to look back at her. “How do you think the photos will turn out?”

Jessie beamed and kissed your shoulder. “They’re going to be beautiful.”

[143hyunes]

when you help them shave

includes: ot8 x gn reader

genre: domestic fluff, crack(?), sfw

synopsis: you ask your bf if you can help him shave

warnings: implied established relationship, use of nicknames like baby; babe, lots of kissing, suggestive (lee know & seungmin), mention of blood in han's part, extreme **fluff**

wordcount: 2.5k

a/n: i saw a similar hc a while back, so i was hesitating whether i should upload this for the longest time (i've had this in the drafts since January 😭), my version is different from that one though, i can't believe i'm finally posting this. anyways i hope you like this <33 as always reblogs and feedback appreciated !!

CHAN

Days off with Chan were always eventful. Today was one such day and he was in a playful mood. The razor was in your right hand while you held onto his chin, in order to glide the razor easily across his jaw and cheeks. But Chan had other plans, you yelped out in surprise when he pulled your waist against his naked torso, the razor dropping from your hands, luckily the razor was not near his face and he didn’t get hurt. “Christopher! You could’ve seriously gotten hurt, please don’t do that again.”

“Yes ma’am!” He cheekily exclaimed, saluting you. When his hands went back to your waist again, you gave him a glare.

“What? Can’t I be close to my baby?” He said matter of factly. You sighed, you loved his cute antics, the way he was always seeking out your touch even when asleep, if he could he would never leave your side. “Okay, ok, I guess we can compromise.”

You led him out to your shared bedroom, setting the glass with water and shaving cream on the floor. When he sat down, he guided you to sit down on his lap. After you had settled on his lap, you started your handiwork on his face again. 

“All done.” You say grinning, satisfied with your work. “Finally.” He says before pulling you in for a kiss, the kiss is soft, tender and unhurried.

Both of you stop to take a breathe but don’t pull away from each other, almost sharing the same air. “I love you.” His sudden admission makes you blush. “Like I really, really love you.” He enunciated, nuzzling into your neck.

“Then will you make breakfast and do the dishes today?” He giggles.

“Anything for you baby.”

LEE KNOW

Your boyfriend’s insistence on not keeping a straight face was getting troublesome, you had been trying to shave his face for the past half an hour. He kept making goofy, semi scary expressions, you didn’t know how he could have so much control over his features. “Lee Minho, you’re really going to get hurt and ruin your shirt and it won’t be an accident.”

“I won’t hesitate to resort to violence.” You warn him again.

That seemed to make him stop but you should’ve known better, his hand had sneaked around you to get the bottle of the shaving foam. You dodged just in time but his attacks didn’t stop after his failed attempt. He finally managed to get the foam on your face. “You’re such a brat.” You scoffed.

You had to restrain him, that’s the only way you could get work done. Your left hand held both of his wrists behind his back while you used the right to shave his face, you tried to finish as quickly as possible because he could easily break free from your “constraints”. He played along though and was surprisingly cooperative. “Damn, babe I didn't know you were into that kind of stuff.”

“Shut up.” You knew you would not hear the end of it and soon his friends would also start teasing you. After you were done, you playfully, lightly slapped his right cheek. He sent you a skittish glare before caressing your neck and leaning in. You thought he would kiss you but he pulled away at the last moment. 

“Ugh,, you’re such a menace.”

“You know you love it.” You begrudgingly agree, giving his lips a chaste kiss.

CHANGBIN

“Bin, Bin!” You slowly shake his shoulders.”Don't fall asleep on me when I’m shaving your face.” You say while cupping his face, he leans into your touch giving your palm a soft kiss.

“Mhm hmm.” He hums.

You dutifully start shaving the side of his jaw again, when you clean the razor of the foam on it, you feel soft curly hair and hot breathe on your neck as he lays his head down on your shoulder.”Oh my baby is really tired, isn’t he?” You coo, your fingers massaging his scalp and he only lets out a cute grunt still laying on your shoulder. 

“Tell you what, if you let me finish shaving your face, I’ll make pancakes with chocolate chips for you.” That seems to wake him up and he obediently faces you. You laugh at his antics, the way to his heart was truly through food. 

You quickly shave the remaining hairs on his face and give him kisses all over his face. You watch as he snuggles back into the sheets, he looks so cute and endearing, you just want to bite him.

You make the pancake batter and add chocolate chips to it. You flip the last pancake and add it to the stack. Pouring his favourite apple juice into a glass, you take it and the plate of pancakes to him, you knock on the door to wake him up. He gives you a smile that you would kill for. 

His takes his first bite and smiles up at you again. “Really delicious, babe.” he says his mouthful of the pancake, he lifts his fork up for you to taste your creation. He always does this, sharing his food and feeding it to you too. 

After he’s done eating, he convinces you to take a nap with him. You can never resist him and the way his arms around you make you feel warm and safe. Slumber soon finds the both of you as you cuddle.

HYUNJIN

Hyunjin’s leaning against the wash basin, lowering his body so you can easily shave his face, he holds onto your waist for support. His hands are rubbing small circles on your waist and he’s humming along to one of your favourite songs that plays from the bluetooth speaker. Quiet nights like this where you have his undivided attention make you so giddy. 

Hyunjin always liked to hold intense eye contact, something that made you very shy at the start of you guys’ relationship, it still flusters you. His intense gaze on you right now was making your cheeks heat up, you’re always curious as to why he does that, so you decide to ask him right now.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” you meekly ask him, the scrutiny of his gaze making you timid. 

“Nothing, you just look so cute while you’re concentrating on something.”

That makes you stop, your blush deepening at his confession. “But you always look at me like that.”

He seems to ponder over his next words, his lips and eyebrows quirking up, making him all the more endearing. A stray strand of hair falls into his face and you tuck it behind his ear, cupping his face. 

“It’s because I love you, I’m trying to commit your face to my memory, so you’re there even when I close my eyes.” He finally answers.

Sometimes you feel overwhelmed by the love he has for you, this feeling making you feel full, akin to having a meal with your loved ones where after your hunger is satiated due to the good food and the hearty conversations. 

Still cupping his face you lean in to kiss him, trying to convey your love and feelings you cannot describe through the kiss. And he understands, like he always does, both of you were so attuned to each other’s emotions and mannerisms like you were cut from the same clothe.

He breaks away from the kiss only to go back to kiss your forehead. It had become his 2nd favourite spot to kiss you, after you had let it slip one such night that you really liked forehead kisses because they made you feel loved and safe. 

HAN

Han had had a very eventful day today and you could tell from the way he was so excited to tell you all about it while you shaved his facial hair. He was a ball of energy even at the end of the day, his animated gestures making you smile.

He seemed to forget that you held a sharp razor in your hand and turned his head abruptly, you pulled your hand away but it was not soon enough.”Ow!” He yelped out in pain.

The razor had scratched his skin, making it bleed; fortunately the cut wasn’t too deep.

You remove the first aid kit from the bottom drawer, using the alcohol you clean his wound. It hurts your heart when he flinches from the sting of it, but you proceed to apply antiseptic cream to his wound, softly blowing on it, in hopes that it would hurt less.

You kiss the mole on his left cheek, you couldn’t resist it. He smiles, his thumb caressing your cheek.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve been more careful with the razor.”

“Hey, it’s not your fault babe, I should’ve been more attentive and not move around so much.” He reassured you, kissing your forehead.

“Let me kiss it better, unless it doesn’t hurt too much?” You grin cheekily.

He suddenly clutches the side of his face, acting like he’s in indescribable pain.”Oww, Y/N it hurts really bad, only my baby’s kisses can heal me now.”, he exclaims with a pout.

You giggle while kissing his soft lips, he leans into the kiss, holding your face.

Later you did each other’s skin care routine, you were of course careful of his wound, not wanting to hurt him. You spent the rest of the night watching anime cuddled up beside each other.

FELIX

Felix really liked being taken care of. The blush that creeped up his neck when you asked him if you could help him shave his face today, was indication enough. And you liked taking care of people. You were perfect for each other. 

The razor hovers just before his jaw while he looks at you with such a loving expression that it floors you. He looks so adorable even with his bed head, the sunlight streaming in through the bathroom windows, making his skin glow. The freckles on his face truly shining like constellations in the night sky. You were hit with a huge wave of love for him, you just couldn’t not kiss him, not when he looked at you like you had put up all the stars in the sky. So you did, feeling lucky to call him yours.

He smiled into your kiss, returning it with the same fervour.

“I love you, Lixie.” He only giggles, blush deepening. 

“Oh really? What a coincidence, because I love you too, baby.” His voice was deep and gravelly after the long hours of sleep and it was driving you crazy would be an understatement.

You only realise that you have shaving foam on your face when he wipes it off you, his movements delicate. You must have gotten it on you when you kissed him. 

After you were done, he made breakfast for the both of you, scrambled eggs for him and sunny side up for you. You loved how domestic all of this was and could imagine spending the rest of your days like this, basking in each other’s love. What you didn’t know was that Felix shared the same thoughts as you, already planning your future in his head.

SEUNGMIN

Seungmin was very apprehensive of the idea of you shaving his face, you were naturally clumsy and he was afraid you would abrade his skin.

“If I get hurt I’m suing you.”

“Kim Seungmin, do you want to sleep on the couch tonight?”

“No.” He says begrudgingly.

“Then you will listen to what I say.”

You gently drag the razor across his face while he stands as still as a statue. He really is afraid of you hurting him, so you decide to tease him. You flick the foam on his jaw and giggle when it lands on his hair. It looks like he has a cloud on his head, when your hand again goes to flick the foam, he grabs ahold of your wrists. “Why’re you such a brat today?”

“I just really like teasing you, Seung.” You say directly looking him in the eyes, his right hand holding onto your wrist, in between your faces. 

Releasing the grip on your hand, he leaned down, his hair touching yours and now you too, had a cloud on top of your head. “Now we’re even.”

“Hey! Not fair, you attacked when I was distracted!”

“You’re the one who started it.” He says while crossing his arms. He towered over you though it was not much, you caught him off guard when you tickled his sides. Soon enough, it turned into a tickle battle and both of you were out of breathe. 

You had no idea how it happened but he had somehow managed to cage you between his arms, your back against the glass wall of the shower. “You’re really such a brat.’ He says raising your chin with his pointer finger. “But it’s ok. I actually like it.” Before you know it, he’s leaning into kiss you. 

You don’t know how he could be so passionate with his kisses so early in the morning, his tongue fighting for dominance with yours. 

“I like being a brat for you too.”

JEONGIN

It was a lazy day in and you were cuddling with your boyfriend, when you had the idea to shave his facial hair. “Can I shave your face?” You asked as you looked up at him from where you lay on his chest. He makes a distinct sound of agreement to your question.

“Okay, let’s go.” You say pulling at his hand.

“Now? But I’m so comfortable.” He says pouting.

“What can I do to convince you?” You say nudging his side.

“Can we pleasee have Mc Donald’s for breakfast?” He asks, flashing his signature charming, dimpled smile.

“Hmm, it’s not healthy, you know that baby.”

“But-I’m also craving a hash brown. Oh what the hell, you only live once.” You say giving in.

He gives your cheek a kiss when you agree to his peculiar request.

Both of you decided to place the order after you were done shaving, since the food arrives fast. 

Jeongin was really compliant and before you knew it you were done, it was going surprisingly smoothly. He must have really wanted to eat his favourite shrimp burger.

You, however, soon realised that you had spoken too soon, as your boyfriend’s hand collided with dirty soap water and it almost spilled on you. Luckily for you his reflexes were strong and he caught the glass before it could spill on you.

“You’re such a klutz, babe.” You tch, teasing him.

“That’s not how you treat your saviour.” He haughtily replies, a lilt in his voice.

“You’re also the one who put me in harm’s way.”

“Okay, fair enough. Can we please order Mc Donald’s now?”

You go to the bedroom to find your phone and place the order. When food finally arrives, the smile on Jeongin’s face is so big that it makes you smile too. Lazy days would always be the best as long as your boyfriend was with you.

[jajasmiinee]

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bf!matt sturniolo

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warnings: fluff, kisses, swearing, cringe, little bit of dirty talk haha

y/n

matt

chris

nick

english is not my first language so i'm terribly sorry if there's any english error

enjoyyy!

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bf!matt - would be very touchy with you

you're filming a deaf, mute or blind with the triplets. you're mute chris's blind, nick's deaf and your boyfriend, matt's also blind. you're now mixing the batter because chris and nick is arguing at the back. while matt is searching for you. you gasp a little when you felt matt's hands wrape around your waist. "ohh here you are lovee!" matt giggled. you slap matt hands when he began to caresses your thigh, you don't want the fans to get crazy about it. making him pout.

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bf!matt - shower you with kisses, even in public

you and matt are at the store. just filming a short vlog for matt's own youtube. when you're talking to the camera, matt wouldn't stop kissing your head. "mfh.. matt, stoppp" you chuckles "no" matt kisses you passionately. well, you doesn't really mind if matt wants to kiss you there, but at least alone, not in the store. especially now you're filming.

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bf!matt - would post you everytime he wanted to

you're at LA right now while matt including his brothers are in Boston. You need to get some work done so you didn't follow them, to your surprised. when you were about to go to sleep, matt has mentioned you in his story. a picture of you smiling so brightly while holding a white cat with a caption ‘missing her ❤️ @y/nacc’ "aawh" you said "how sweet!"

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bf!matt - wouldn't let you wear such a thing

you're going to a party alone. you wear a short red dress. you think that dress were really pretty, well, matt thought otherwise "where you think you're going, kid?" matt leans against the door, crossing his arm with a raised eyebrow. "i already told you, i'm going to the party" you reply "with THAT dress?" you look at your dress "is there something wrong?" you were confused, matt doesn't usually ask about what she wore "that dress is too short sweetheart. do you want to seduce someone at the party?" matt ask "noo?" you scoff "why do you care so much?" "why do i care so much? girl change your clothe fuck that dress wears something else okay? i don't want other man to see you in that!" matt took your hands to the wardrobe "ugh fineee!" you rolled your eyes

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bf!matt - would invite you to almost all the video

"guys, y/n is coming today" matt said to nick and chris "whattt? agaiiinnnn?" chris replied "why? do you hate her or something?" matt raised an eyebrow "no, it's just that she almost in all our video. but it's not that i hate her. i loveeee it when she's with us!" chris chuckles "i know right. i love her humor" said nick

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bf!matt - would always satisfied your cravings

it's now 3 am and you, matt at the living room just chilling. when there's suddenly you came across a buldak mukbang. making you hungry. you make an eye contact with matt, you did the cutest eyes ever to tell him that you wanted something "ah.. what do you want baby?" matt ask, smiling "can i have buldak ramen pleaseee?" you whine "of course. anything for you" matt got up and pick up his keys, ready to go to the store

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bf!matt - who would ban or block any people that's rude to you on the internet

matt are streaming with you while nick and chris are sleeping. while you were talking to the camera, matt notices a chat saying ‘gosh, y/n is so annoying’ matt took a glance at your face before saying "fuck you. bye bitch" banning the person permanently from the stream "hm? fuck who, baby?" you ask in confusion "nothing sweetheart. the only one i fuck is you" matt replied with a wicked grin "shut up" you rolled your eyes

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bf!matt - who's turned on when you wear his clothes

you came out of the shower while matt is playing fortnite. you go tap matt shoulder to tell him that you're done. "matt, i'm done" you said "ye- oh" matt eyes were glued onto your body. you wore his black hoodie with his boxers "maaattt?" you wave infront of matt, seeing him lost in his mind making your confused "uh yea?" matt finally back into reality "go to the shower" you smiles "y'know what.. i have something else to do.." matt smirk before lifting you up, throw you onto the bed "matt!" you chuckles "yes?" matt pins you down

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bf!matt - who would lend his shoulder to cry on

"hiks hiks.." loud sobs eco the room "there, there .." matt rub your back softly "w-why did they do that..?" you hugged matt tightly "i told you.. they're a bad friends. see why now?" matt caresses your hair "y-you're right.." "now.. cry all your want okay? i'm always here" matt kisses your cheeks

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bf!matt - who will buy your favorites flowers everytime

"what's you favorite flower?" matt ask "tulips. pink tulips. why?" you look into matt blue eyes "nothing" and since then, everytime you felt sad or happy or angry or anytime. he would bring pink tulips and when you ask him. he replied with "just because. i'm your boyfriend"

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bf!matt - he always knew when you're having a panick attack

you're filming a vlog with the triplets. you sat beside matt at the restaurant. while nick are talking to the camera, your eyes lingering around. your breath shortened, your heartbeat getting faster, your hands shaking. hoping that one of them notices your sudden movement and thankfully, matt does "shh.. shh.." matt took your hands and caresses them "breath in.. and out.. repeat" matt helps you with your breathing, he knew that the breathing technique really helps you out "thanks sweetheart" you hugged him "always for you"

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late post

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Sweet like honey

Steven Grant x fem!reader

Short summary: After a long day at work Steven felt needy and wanted to make you feel good.

Tags: body worship?, oral fem!receiving, PinV, Steven treating reader like a goddess, mature themes.

Steven came home later than usual today, he texted you Donna was being mean to him again but didn't go into detail. Steven entered his flat, seeing you scrolling through your phone on the couch in his living area. A smile automatically formed on his lips, no matter how stressful his days were, you always made his heart melt.

"Love I'm home." He announced softly as to not startle you. You looked up, greeting him with a warm smile "Hi Steven." you stood up and rushed over to him, hugging him, "Your tea is almost done. I put some honey into it to brighten up your night a little." you smiled up at him.

"Thank you." He hugged you back tightly, kissing the top of your head. Steven gently pulled back "You know you didn't have to get the tea ready f'me, it's not like I can't do it myself." Steven chuckled, putting his bag down and pulling off his jacket. "You deserve it. Especially after Donna made you stay longer." You insisted, getting back to the couch. "Ugh, don't get me started on Donna. She's such a douche. Sometimes I wish I could just kick her in the butt and hope she would fall into the trash." Steven complained and made his way to the kitchen for the tea.

Meanwhile you turned on the tv, waiting for Steven to return. As Steven returned couple minutes later, he carried two cups of steaming tea, one for you and one for him. He sat down beside you, handing you a cup "Here you go, luv." He smiled, grabbing the remote and switching channels until it landed on a movie. "Thank you, sweet, handsome and the most perfect Steven." you grinned, taking the cup. "Please, I'm melting rightnow, just by being near you." Steven chuckled, ruffling your hair gently.

You and Steven watched the movie and drinking the tea. As you cuddled into him, you felt Steven's hand snaking down your side, squeezing your hip gently, he leaned in and kissed your shoulder, moving upwards to your neck, the spot behind your ear and your cheek, kissing it a few times before you turned to him "Need something?" you asked softly with a giggle. Steven stopped and looked at you "Need you." he kissed you on the lips, "Please, let me make you feel good, you deserve it after being so good to me, please love." Steven pleaded. "Stevy, you don't have to, really." you replied but Steven looked at you with his now familiar puppy eyes, making it hard for you to deny him. In the end you accepted, making Steven beam with love, he gently laid you back on the couch, pulling your pants off, gently spreading your legs and leaning in between them, his eyes set on your core "So beautiful." he murmured, reaching out and running his fingers along your folds making you let out a small moan, Steven looked up at you and smirked "S'that all for me, my little goddess?" he leaned in closer, giving your hole a lick, trailing his tongue upwards to your clit, you arched your back into him, he dived in and started eating you out, slurping your essence and doing his wonders with his tongue.

"You taste so sweet...like honey.." Steven moaned into you. You chuckled, looking down at him "That's the tea Steven, not me."

Steven looked up at you, grinning "Nah, 'm pretty sure it's you. It has to be, only a goddess like you can taste this sweet." his words made you throw your head back against the armrest as Steven continued to worship you with his mouth and tongue. Eventually, your orgasm approached, making Steven moan as he greedily slurped up all evidence of your orgasm. He sat back up, smiling at you "Are you satisfied, luv?" he asked "Yeah." you grinned, catching your breath, "Your turn." you said, propping yourself up on your elbows. "You don't have to do anything, I just wanted to make you feel good." Steven insisted.

"Stevennnn!" You whined, pouting at him. You knew Steven couldn't stand when you were pouting at him like that, so he positioned himself between your legs, undoing his pants and pulling his cock out, "Want me inside you? 's that what you want?" Steven asked, rubbing his cockhead teasingly against your hole, you nodded, Steven entered you slowly, letting you adjust to his size and started moving in a steady pace "Feels so good, love." he moaned, his cock hitting all the spots inside you, "You're so good, Steven." you moaned, feeling your pleasure building up again, making you arch your back again. Steven's pace increased, his hips slapping against your skin, his breathing getting heavier, signalizing his orgasm, his thrusts became faster and harder, your moans louder. Steven came first, but feeling him fill you up made your cunt flutter around him, squeezing him. As both of you calmed down from orgasm, Steven pulled out, cleaning you up gently and putting himself back, handing you your discarted clothes back "That was quite intense, wasn't it?" Steven asked, smiling at you. "Yes it was, all thanks to you, Stevy." you giggled, sitting back down on the couch beside him. Steven pulled you into his arms, running his fingers through your hair lovingly. After some time, Steven noticed your eyes getting heavier as you were about to doze off "Wanna go to bed?" he asked softly you looked up at him, smiling "No, I wanna stay here with you." you snuggled more into him, resting your head against his shoulder, "Alright fine, but don't blame me if you fall asleep in my arms and make me carry you to bed later." Steven chuckled, as you let out a groggy laughter, "Deal."

Steven pulled you closer, grabbing a nearby blanket and pulled it gently over you, wrapping his arms around you, continuing to watch the movie as you fell asleep soundly in his arms.

[libby-for-life]

Pumpkins: Day 2

Adam sighed as he picked the last pumpkin with a soft smile. Today he and his family went pumpkin hunting for the Harvest Fest. His family, Sera mostly, tended to be picky with what she wanted and that usually took hours of searching and examining until she was satisfied.

She had finally decided on the three pumpkins she wanted for them. He and Emily, his cousin, would join her. Adam just needed to pay for it. He carried all three pumpkins to a stall where a rather short man was running it.

He had blonde hair, pale skin, red blushed cheeks, and blue eyes. He was...cute to say the least. Now, Adam had grown up religious, and Sera still enforced the "law" when it came to what was allowed under her roof, but about a year ago he had finally decided to accept that he was bisexual.

He hadn't told anyone yet, not even Lute, who was a proud lesbian, or Emily but he decided to play it safe until he had enough money saved up for a small apartment in the city rather then the small town he currently lived in.

He sat the pumpkins down and pulled his wallet out to pay. The blonde man looked at him with a smile but if Adam had to liken it to anything, it came off as...predatory.

"Hello there~," the man purred and Adam felt his face heat up. This man was smooth. "Uh, hi. Just wanted to pay for these three." The man nodded and gave out the price and Adam paid for it.

"What's your name?" The man asked.

"Oh, uh, Adam," Adam said, stumbling over his words. Goddammit, why was he such a mess?! "Oh, nice name. Classic. The name is Lucifer."

Adam stumbled and stared at the man helping him carry the pumpkins to Sera's car. "I'm sorry, what?"

"I know it's a strange name, but it is my given name," Lucifer said with a shrug and a smirk. "Ugh, I bet the kids at school were merciless," Adam added as he placed the pumpkins in the car. Emily was already in the car, buckled and ready to go. Sera was in the driver's seat, trying and failing to not look impatient.

"I wouldn't know. Never went to school. My Father taught me everything I know." Adam nodded. "Ah, homeschooled then." Lucifer just chuckled. It sent shivers down Adam's spine and Adam couldn't decide if it was a good or bad feeling.

"In a way. Well, I've got to get going. But...I wouldn't mind talking some more while I'm in town. Want to get some coffee tomorrow?" Adam stared at Lucifer. Was...was this a date? Stop, Adam told himself, don't get ahead of yourself. You have no idea if this man is just trying to make a friend.

"Sure. How about at five?" Adam asked. "There's a place called the Mystic Caffè. Is that okay?"

"Oh, that's perfect Adam." Lucifer purred again, taking his hand that Adam offered. "I'll see you then."

[pablitogavii]

heyy, love ur storys!!!! could you write a smut one where reader has a more intimate dream about gavi and tells him the details, so gavi decides he's going to do even better than in the dream 🤓🤓

Fever Dream

Pablo woke up to you moving around excessively groaning and slowly opening his tired eyelids to check what time it was on the alarm clock.

4:12 AM it said and Pablo sighed turning towards you sitting up ready to get out of bed which made him confused.

You were an early riser like himself, but this was not the time to wake up and start the day especially after the night you two had ;)

"Amor? What's going on? Why are you getting up so early?" he asked and you jumped a little not expecting him to be awake.

You felt so hot and bothered that you just wished for a cold shower not really wanting to bother Pablo with your sudden 'urges'. You rarely dream but tonight the dream was so vivid that you couldn't just 'forget about it' and fall back asleep.

"Um..I need to take a shower cariño" you answer ambiguously feeling his hands on your arms and you immediately closed your legs feeling shivers move down your spine.

"Why? You have a class soon??" he asked already knowing that's not the case because he has your schedule memorized knowing that today you only have evening lectures.

"Just..um..go back to sleep Pablo. I'll be back soon" you said trying yo get up and pull away from him feeling that much more turned on the moment his hands were on your body remembering flashes of your fever dream.

"Now you're worrying me..please just tell me what's going on amor" he said sitting up and pulling you closer noticing the way your goosebumps intensifies and your forehead was sweaty.

"Hey..look at me. There is nothing you can't tell me preciosa" he said raising your chin seeing your blushed face and sparkling eyes. He knows this look..he started to feel excited himself.

"Um..I had a..uncomfortable dream" you said still not admitting to anything feeling very embarrassed for dreaming about your boyfriend who was in bed right next to you.

"Hm..is this dream..a good uncomfortable amorcito?" he whispered into your ear and you fought back an urge to moan holding onto his bicep tightly in response.

"Umm..m..mayble" your voice way shaky and he smirked pulling you even closer starting to kiss around your earlobe down to your neck.

"Hm..should I be jealous of the guy you're dreaming about?" he said smirking to himself knowing already that it was him from how embarrassed you looked right now. He felt pride for being in your dreams as well as your reality..you were truly only his.

"It was you..I promise! I never dream about anybody else" you got scared pulling away seeing him chuckle and nod his head which made you very embarrassed now but he adored it pulling your closer.

"So..what did I do to you in that dream princesa? Tell me.." he whispered licking your earlobe and you moaned trying your best to focus on his question and come up with a proper answer.

"U..ugh..you were kissing me all over..and making me feel so good" you said as he laid you back down moving on top and stripping off your pajama dress slowly before sucking on your sensitive tits.

"Even after loving your for hours..you still dreamed for more huh?" he said looking up seeing your completely red face. He surely didn't mind to always satisfy your little cravings.

"I'm..s..sorry" you say and he shuts you up with a kiss while his fingers started toying with your clit making your legs feel like jello in response.

"Hm..I don't mind princesa..I like it" he said after pulling away moving slowly down your body leaving heated kisses down your stomach to your swollen folds that begged for his attention.

"Tell me princesa, in that dream of yours..did I eat your sweet little pussy?" he asked directly making you nervous as you slowly shook your head 'no' and he smirked.

"Hm..then I want to do better than in that dream" he said grabbing your legs and putting them over his strong muscular shoulders before eating you out passionately making you throw your head back in ecstasy moaning his name repeatedly.

"P..Pablo..D..dios!" you felt yourself coming undone as your thighs shook around his neck and he swallowed all of you hungrily sucking you dry while you were seeing stars from how good your felt in that moment.

"Hm..you are so sensitive..mi nena buena" he kissed your shaking thighs up to your stomach, chest, neck and finally your needy lips.

"T..thank you amor" you said and he smirked nodding his head kissing your forehead before laying besides you pulling you onto his chest playing with your messy hair he loved so much.

"Always princesa..all you have to do is ask me" he said kissing your head and you blushed nodding your head while nuzzling your nose into his neck ready to finally get some well deserved rest.

"Goodnight Pablito, I love you!" you say and he smiled hearing those sweet words leaving your lips when you were sleepy.

"I love you more princesa" he says before both of you fell into deep slumber.

Ik it's short but I hope you like ;))

[aishangotome]

Alfons Sylvatica: Chapter 14 Premium Story

Chapter 14

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Kate: Mmm... Another one, please.

Alfons: I'd like to compliment you on your drinking, but...

Alfons: You're really drinking too much, Kate.

Kate: Haha, I don't want to hear that from you, Alfons, always out drinking since noon.

They sit side by side at the bar counter, downing cocktails of unknown strength.

(How many drinks have I had now...? My head is fuzzy... I can't remember anymore.)

Woman with Red Lips: Oh, Al... Is that her? Your recent favorite?

A sweet voice suddenly approaches, and she turns her face from where she had been resting it on the counter.

It was a beautiful woman with red lipstick that suited her well.

(Favorite...? What is she talking about?)

Alfons: Yes, isn't she cute? I'm a bit turned on right now.

Woman with Red Lips: Hey, say I'm cute too!

As I watched their exchange blankly, the woman wrapped her arms around Alfons' neck from behind.

(Ugh!)

Alfons: Yes, yes, you're cute today too.

Woman with Red Lips: Oh, you're always so full of it!

(Ugh... I don't like this...)

(I feel so... uneasy...)

Kate: .........

Before I knew it, I was gripping Alfons' hand tightly.

Alfons: .........

(Oh no... what am I doing?)

(We're not in a relationship where I should be doing this at all.)

The alcohol-dulled rational part of my brain wasn't able to stop the impulse.

I didn't want him to see the jealousy on my face, so I buried my face in the counter.

Kate: I don't like it when you... touch other people...

Alfons: ...he he, you...

Alfons: ha ha ha ha...

Alfons: Sigh... Isn't the way you're jealous just too cute?

He chuckled playfully, and I blushed with embarrassment.

But I couldn't bring myself to let go of his hand.

Kate: ...I guess I'm just...childish...

I squeezed his hand tighter.

He let me do as I pleased, and I was so happy that he didn't pull away.

Woman with Red Lips: ...Oh man. Seriously... what? Are you serious, Al?

Alfons: ...Huh?

Woman with Red Lips: Does this mean I can't play with Al anymore? Ugh, that sucks.

I hear the woman sighing and saying a bunch of stuff I don't understand.

Woman with Red Lips: But, good for you. Take care of her.

Then—a light chu sound.

(...Huh?)

I suddenly lifted my head from the counter where I had been resting it and saw the woman already leaving the bar... A bright red mark was left on Alfons' cheek.

(No... I hate this)

Jealousy and anxiety threaten to overwhelm me.

(In a month, I'll be separated from Alfons)

I'll probably leave that castle with these feelings still in my heart.

A promise made to escape death.

It should be a joy to keep it.

But the moment it became intertwined with my separation from Alfons, it became unbearable.

(... I can't leave anything with Alfons)

(I hate that I can't leave any mark on him)

Alfons: ...I guess they were pretty drunk, too.

Kate: What are you talking about--

I pull his shoulder closer and press my lips against his.

--Not his cheek, but his lying lips.

Alfons: ...

(Don't say anything)

Don't lie. Don't avoid me. Don't run away.

(Look at me)

I wrap my arms around the nape of his neck, where a woman's arms were entwined just moments ago.

I pull him close with all my might and kiss him deeply.

Alfons: ...Hah...

Kate: Alfons...

Kate: ...I won't blame anything anymore.

Kate: Please, make love to me.

Alfons: ..............

My pathetic self is reflected in his surprised eyes.

(How unsightly I must be. But I don't care)

Kate: Not to distract me from my anxiety and sadness.

Kate: Not to do it for me.

Kate: ...Do it in a way that feels good for you, Alfons.

(I can't pretend to be anyone else in front of you)

Kate: Even if it's the last time, I want your "truth."

(Even if it's just this once...)

(I want "you")

If he holds me like a toy, just to satisfy his desires, this love will be shattered to pieces––, maybe then I can finally bury it.

Alfons: –– You really are a fool, aren't you?

(If I can remain in your memory as a foolish woman)

Kate: Yes …… I'm hopelessly so.

(I'll be a fool for you as much as you want)

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The back room of the tavern was quiet and empty today.

I wanted him to lock the door, but Alfons just said there was no lock on this room and kissed me to shut me up.

Kate: Mmm...nn

His tongue sent shivers of pleasure down my spine, and my body melted into a puddle of goo as he pushed me down onto the bed.

Stripped of my clothes, naked...

Alfons: You came to be embraced by me, didn't you? Now, move your hands.

The hands that were covering my chest were also pushed down onto the sheets.

He was straddling me, naked, not even loosening his tie, and when I blushed and looked away...

Alfons: If you're embarrassed, why not...

Alfons: How about this kind of play?

--Suddenly, my vision was covered.

Kate:...huh?

I opened my eyes in surprise, but could only see a faint light that seemed to be filtered through a soft cloth.

(A blindfold...?)

Kate: W-wait, Alfons...

(I can't see Alfons' face like this.)

If I can't see his face, I can't tell how he feels about me.

I can't know the truth.

(Maybe this is the last time...)

Kate: A-Alfons...

I reached out, searching for his warmth.

(He's not in bed...? Could he have left me behind?)

The room was silent, and even when I strained my ears, I couldn't hear anything.

Kate: Alfons, where are you...?

Suddenly, I felt warmth on my palm and flinched.

Kate: Alfons...? Al...ah!

Without a word in response, I was pushed down again and the bed creaked loudly.

Kate: --Nn...ah...

My breath was taken away by the sudden press of his lips on mine.

He greedily intertwined our tongues, changing the angle over and over again, making me feel as if even our outlines were melting together.

Kate: Alfons...say something...

Alfons: ..........

There was no answer from beyond the darkness of my vision.

Kate: Al...--nn...

My voice calling his name was sealed, and with the pleasure he gave me, my lips gradually only let out a bouncing sigh.

Kate: Ah...ah...ah...

The tips of my breasts were rolled with his fingers, played with his tongue, and nibbled...his hand crawled to my thighs, and my body, anticipating what was to come, became sweetly moist.

The hands, lips, and tongue that touched me knew exactly what I liked.

(Even if I can't see...I know.)

(It's all...Alfons' tricks that I know.)

He would tease me mischievously, making me feel good just before I couldn't take it anymore.

Kate: Ah, ahhh--!

He would numb me with pleasure that was almost painful, and then melt me again as if to pamper me.

Kate: Ah...Alfons...inside me, please...

Kate: I don't want it to be just me...ah

At that moment, my body was flipped over.

He grabbed my waist from behind, and heat sank into the soft, melted place...

Alfons: Ah...

I thought I heard a faint moan, but he thrust all the way in, and my squeal drowned it out.

Kate: Ahhh--!

The swollen heat rampaged in the hot, narrow place.

As I drowned in pleasure--

(Ah...)

I smelled the same scent I had smelled in his room, and the inside of my body suddenly became hot.

(Ah...it smells like Alfons.)

The thought of being embraced by him made me feel so good that I was thrown into a burning happiness.

Kate: Nn, ha, ah, Alfons, Alfons...ahh--

He grabbed my chin from behind and our lips met.

We kissed endlessly, and my body melted into pleasure.

--Even though I didn't know his truth.

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Chapter 15

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[ladylamrian]

Alex's Birthday Calendar

Female Main Character: Alexis (Alex)

Pairing: F!MC×NikRyder

Summary: Only one birthday left to add...

Word Count: 2.0K words

Rating: General/Teen (Fluff, Comedy, Angst)

Warnings: Trauma, Death

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Author's note: I decided Nik Ryder to give my own birthday

Nik Ryder's living room was heated on a cold winter morning. The young nighthunter was free today and had no missions to attend. But who knows what urgent business could appear in the evenings.

"How is my little rook doing?", the young man gently kissed her cheek.

"Good. Hey Nik, I have a question.", Alex spoke after receiving her boyfriend's kiss.

"Of course, what is it? Shoot your question, rook."

"You know it's been a year now and... Well, you never told me when your birthday is. When is it?"

"My birthday? That's a topic I rather not dwell on. Trust me. Just so you know... My birthday is a date of pain and loss. So, please... Don't force me to go back there or ask me too many questions about it. Alright?", he answered. His mood suddenly changed into an unhappier one, which made Alex more curious.

"But you know my birthday and give me the coolest presents. I want to do the same to you."

"I know... and your birthday is a day of celebration and happiness. I'd rather not put a taint on it just by bringing my sadness to the table. You deserve good things and I'd prefer to see you happy. Please, respect my choice on this. You don't need to give me anything; just your love is enough.", the young man answered, which didn't satisfy her completely.

"Okaaayyy, fine...", she rolled her eyes and grinned.

"Thank you, my sweetest darling. You're already the best gift of my life, rook.", his compliment made her blush.

"Oh, Nik... I..."

"See? Even with blushing you look gorgeous! My beautiful girlfriend."

"Nik, can I see your identity card?"

"My ID... card? Sure, why?", he blinked in surprise and started to search for his wallet in his pockets.

"Or your driving license would do it too, Nik.", she answered with a grin.

"Are you trying to steal my identity or what?", Nik chuckled as he pulled out his card from his pockets and handed it over to her. Alex immediately snatched it away and somehow started to analyze it.

"Uhh, rook, what are you looking for exactly?"

"Your birthday, of course."

"Seriously? And why do you want to know so bad? Damn, I told you already that date is painful to me. Why are you so damn stubborn always? Do you know what else is sad than my birthday?"

"What?"

"Seeing the one that you love insisting on something you don't want to share.", he looked almost shattered as he confessed, which made Alex now regret.

"I'm sorry, I just... But you deserve a Happy Birthday, Nik. And I want to give it to you. You deserve to be happy."

"It's not as simple as that, Alex. This is a deep trauma. I understand your good intentions but please... Can you at least consider how I'm feeling? I told you how much this matters. If I refuse to talk about it, just respect my decision."

"Nik..."

"No, just a question... Would you like it if I forced you to talk about traumatic moments against your will?", he firmly asked, trying to make her understand his position.

"Of course not, but... Ugh, fine, sorry. So no birthday gifts on January 23rd then." his girlfriend finally accepted defeat and sadly looked away, not daring to face him as she realized that her actions and playful stubbornness were wrong. How can a Birthday, the day of a person's birth, be the most hated day? Of course, her 25th birthday wasn't the best, and it changed her life completely, but still... What horrible event could have happened on Nik's birthday?

"Thanks, rook. Believe me, I hate denying you your gift giving. You're the most wonderful person to me but I really don't want to celebrate my birthday and it upsets me a lot that something that should be fun, has become a source of hurt and pain. I... I just want things to be nice between us and not end up in another argument over this. Especially something trivial as a date, you know? If I was honest, I prefer to celebrate our anniversary instead. Your birthday is actually also our anniversary. At least this day is happy for us. The same cannot be said about my own birthday... Look, I love celebrating our anniversary even if I forgot it the last time completely. Damn, that was embarrassing. But let's please change this subject before I lose the happy mood, yeah? I don't want to talk about my birthday anymore and I don't want to argue with you. Come here, my love.", he confessed, pulled his girlfriend into a tender hug and kissed the top of her head.

"Of course, I'm sorry. But Nik, I'm happy that you were born."

"I'm not, but thanks. You have a big heart and kindness as strong as yours is beautiful. Please don't blame yourself for doing the right thing and trying to help me. I know that you want me to be happy, however... The reality has to be accepted and acknowledged. That date... is a day of trauma and remembering the pain of the past. It's not a day of joy and celebration for me. Look, I know I'm hurting your feelings with this and I loathe myself for it. However, what else can I do? I can pretend to be happy and celebrate because you'd like me to do but... I know I'm only pretending and not really embracing my true feelings. The worst part is you think this is your fault for wanting happiness for me.

You're never to blame for my trauma, Alex. Please don't think that way."

"But Nik, it was your mother's birthday that day when you lost your parents and not yours.", she tried to explain, which hit Nik's boiling point. Recalling that memory, the past was like stabbing a knife in his back.

"Alex!! I know, but still... It happened on her birthday. On a day which was supposed to be a happy one. A birthday which turned out to be a deathday. So I don't believe in happy birthdays anymore. After the death of my birth parents, I never celebrated mine anymore. Never. I mean, remember how you ended up with your 25th, rook. Deadly monster chases and that bloodwraith killing machine. You could have died too on your birthday if... Damnit, I..."

"I understand and I'm sorry. You're right, Nik. Honestly, celebrating my own birthday isn't the same anymore either."

"How so? I mean, your friend, Kristin, almost infected you with being a party animal like she is. Bet she's even crazier than you."

"Heyyy, I'm not crazy!! Just sometimes I like to act a bit naughty and cute."

"And stubborn. Very stubborn."

"Okaaayyy, fiiiiine. Sorry Nik, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I just wasn't aware of the reason before. Please forgive me."

After a few seconds of angry silence, he finally calmed down a bit.

"Thank you, rook. I didn't mean to become rude and angry. Sorry, you're the best and I love you. I really do."

"No, Nik. It is I who should apologize. Sorry, I just wanted..."

"I know, I know. I understand that your feelings came from a good place. I'm not angry with you. I'm just worried that you're feeling guilty and blaming yourself for this. I'll tell you again. You're not to blame for anything. You know that I have trouble saying no to you. Maybe one day, with time I'll come to accept and celebrate that date. But today's not that day and it might be very unlikely for it to ever come. Still... Will you give me time? This is not about hiding things from you or because I don't want to enjoy it with you. Please, don't think that way."

"Of course, Nik."

"Hey, I'll tell you a secret... Since you really wanted to, do you want to know what would be the best gift you could give me?"

"What?"

"Your company. Your presence, love.

Not a material gift. Only your presence next to me would be the greatest happiness of my life."

"Oh Nik, you always have me."

"Yeah, I do and I love you a lot. Thank you for being my girlfriend. Thank you for accepting me. Thank you for being with me despite my flaws. I love you, my sweet beautiful Alex.", he confessed and finally smiled at her.

"Oh Nik, I love you too. Always."

"I love you even more, my babe.", he whispered as he grabbed her cheeks and kissed her fully on the mouth. After a sweet little moment, they parted.

"I understand, Nik. I respect your feelings, but I still want to add your birthday just in my calendar which I crafted myself. Only to make it feel complete and that's it. Okay? Pleaseeee?"

"All riiiight, if having my birthday on your precious calendar makes you happy, then I'll allow it. Just remember... no presents on January 23rd, okay?"

"But..."

"No buts, rook. You have to accept my rules too, you know? No gifts? Got it? Promise me."

"Not even a kiss?", she asked, ignoring to make a promise.

"Hey, don't try to wiggle your way around. No gifts. But kisses are always allowed.", he chuckled.

"And hugs?"

"Of course, you can give me hugs! And cuddles too."

"And more kisses?"

"Of course, as many kisses as you want! I'd never deny your kisses, which taste like sugar and honey. I got addicted to them. Just... absolutely no gifts. Agreed?"

"Oh, really? Define the word gifts, please.", she was confident to somehow still get a gift for Nik.

"Uhh... Well... it's any item that I would usually not have that is given to me as a way of saying "Happy Birthday". Like cake, clothes, and books. You understand the concept, right? So no gifts because I already have everything I want. No need to add more things to my life and I don't want you to spend much money on that date, love." he defined it in detail, which she didn't expect to hear.

"Wow, what a definition. I understood."

"Good. Thanks for being understanding and caring. I truly appreciate it, and I'm sorry for the way I spoke. But sometimes you make it really hard to be longer mad at you. Your silliness is adorable.

But please... Just respect my request, okay? No gifts."

"I try..."

Nik gently grabbed her chin and moved closer to his face.

"Now... time for some long overdue kisses."

The man softly brushed her rosy cheeks before kissing her tenderly, but Alex mischievously pulled away.

"Sure, after I add your birthday on my calendar first."

"You won't let go, will you? All right, get your pen and add that date there and then I'll kiss you.", he chuckled.

Nik watched Alexis grab a colorful pen to add his birthday to her own crafted calendar before she hung it on the wall.

"Satisfied now, rook?"

"Aren't you going to praise the calendar I created?"

"You want me to praise the calendar you crafted? Uhhhh, it's very... glittery? Too glittery and colorful for my place if you ask me. You used your favorite colors too. But you know, I find anything that comes from you wonderful."

"Thanks, hehe."

Well, my cute rook? I kept our deal, now it's your turn. You made me praise your calendar. Give me those beautiful lips. Come here, love."

"Oh yeah? Come and get me first", she giggled and started sprinting around the room.

"Oh, so you want to play this way? Come back here! I'm not getting you go that easily, rook. You won't escape.", he smirked, started to chase after her.

"Catch me first, Nik."

"I will. You're quite fast, I have to admit. But you can never get away from me."

When Nik finally reached her, he swiftly scooped her up with bridal style in his arms.

"Heyyyy!! Nik!!"

"Gotcha, rook! You weren't thinking you could outrun me, right?", he answered before kissing her on the lips. Then they kissed each other deeply and passionately, with her still in his arms.

Alex's own crafted Birthday Calendar

Main Character's Birthday calculated. It's a few days before the Mardi Gras Parade 2019 (=release year of Nightbound). Plus, it's on "Tell a Fairytale Day" 👑

Nik Ryder: gets my own birthday. According to the Nightbound book, he's 1 year younger than the Main Character, so now he's just 11 months younger. When the Main Character got 25 years old, Nik was 24.

Kristin: World Party Day. Party girl.

Cal: World Lupus Day. Spring season. Fluff.

Garrus: International Fairy Day

Vera: Relaxing Day. Gives off some warm summer vibes

Luc: Supernatural Day. Summer vibes.

Katherine: National Ghost Hunting Day

Krom: Poetry Day. Writer.

Ivy: Halloween 🎃 Spooky. Zombie Girl.

[roleplay-evil]

Resident Evil Resistance Starters - Survivor Edition

"You're as good as dead if you keep working for them."

"I'll be honest, I've never been in a situation like this before and... I'm not sure what to do."

"Oh my gosh, I would do anything to thank you for that! Anything."

"You got this next time, okay? Happens to the best of us."

"I see what you were going for! Didn't quite nail it, though..."

"Is, uh... Is this... legal?"

"Holy shit, I got a guardian angel."

"Whoa, that was too close... You really saved me there."

"Don't think we're friends now. But thanks."

"That was close. I almost became a [name] sandwich."

"Agh! I left my spare battering ram in my other pants..."

"Gotta admit, didn't think we'd make it. That was actually good work."

"Fuck this place. Let's go!"

"I'm so sorry, I can't stand it in here anymore!"

"Hey, you're here too? Didn't notice that. Well done on not being dead."

"Not only did we escape, but we did it with style!"

"Ignore that piece of shit. We can do this!"

"We're gonna have to look out for each other, okay?"

"I doubt there's going to be any rescue."

"Don't expect the calvary to come. We're on our own here."

"No worries. I got you, bro."

"Well, we have each other, and that's a lot!"

"Off the cuff here. Why don't you just, um, why don't you just... let me go?"

"I'm not going to be anyone's payday."

"Someone looks cranky today..."

"A bit of privacy would be good."

"Get your eyes off me."

"Your mother teach you to do that, you bastard?"

"Do you have some kinda death wish?"

"Bor-ing! Who do I have to kill to get outta here?"

"Uh...! I need the things that go in the—the bullet things! I need the bullet things!"

"Lemme kill things! It'll be terribly satisfying..."

"My trigger finger is tingling."

"Coward! Where you at?!"

"Stay down. And don't get up."

"Well, at least you're not dead."

"You're just a wannabe tough guy, [name]. I'm not afraid of you."

"Even three of you can't take one of me down."

"You can't escape justice forever, [name]."

"Pft, yeah. I'd like to see you try to take me out."

"Did I do okay, coach...?"

"This sounds like it's going to hurt. Not my favorite thing, hurting."

"Not sure I'm gonna make it..."

"Ugh, yikes... I think I might actually be... nearly poisoned to death..."

"I would really prefer to not be... quite so poisoned."

"I feel beyond crappy..."

"I'm a little under the weather."

"Agh... I just wanna... lie down and never get up again..."

"Don't think I can fight off the infection much longer..."

"Agh... If ass is a general feeling, that's what I've got."

"Who'd hire someone to kill us? I mean, I know I made that math teacher really pissy once..."

[enha-hype]

maeumi & me - ch 26 : misunderstood

a/n : written part comes first. ignore timestamps in pictures as usual but not for the written part!

w.c. : around 2k oops

9:30 am.

You're in the midst of stealing another sneaky glance at Jungwon as he works when Heeseung arrives. He walks over to your table and flops down opposite to you, his annoyance evident in his sarcastic smile. You roll your eyes.

“Okay fineee, I lied about where I was. But I am doing my homework here as you can see!” You wave your worksheets at him. “It's just that Won has been bugging me to try the café's new Dalgona coffee and I was like, what’s so great about Dalgona right, I mean I can make it myself at home and he was like, no we add this special ingredient that makes it absolutely delightful and I was like.…” you trail off, realising you’re rambling and not really helping your case, judging by the look on your friend's face. You clear your throat. “Anyway, I had some time left since my first hour today was cancelled and I thought I might as well come here and get some coffee and finish my homework and I didn't tell you because I mean, you've already been bugging me non-stop since last night,”

“Well of course I have!You two almost kissed!!” he shrieks, drawing the attention of a table of friends nearby.

“Shhh, quiet down he's literally a few feet away! Also wait, you saw that?”

“Yuh huh! Why else do you think I've been losing my–”

“So you interrupted us on purpose?” Shit. Did you actually ask that out loud? You hadn’t meant to. “Actually no forget I said that–”

Heeseung’s eyebrows shoot up, an amused smile replacing his scowl. “Well, I–”

“Nuh uh I don't wanna hear it la la la la la la,” you plug your ears with your hands.

He shakes his head. “Y/n, come on. What are you doing? It's so obvious that you like Jungwon–”

“I don't like him! It's just that he's so nice to Maeumi and so sweet to me and– Ugh, hold on I'm getting a call. Hello?”

It's your classmate calling you up to remind you about the meeting for a group assignment. You promise her you’ll be there on time and hang up. You turn your focus back to Heeseung, who is leaning forward with his hands crossed on the table, looking at you with patient scepticism. You sigh - he’s right. What are you doing? Why are you trying to dismiss these feelings that are as clear as day? “I know that look.”

“What look?”

“The look that says you don't believe my bullshit.”

“Well you got something right at least.”

You put your head into your hands. “Fine. I like him, okay? Maybe a little too much. And yes I came here so I could see him again even though it’s barely been two hours since I saw him back at Jake’s place. And it's just. Ahhhh. I don't know, I've never liked anyone this way before and it feels so nice but also weird because it’s new and a little overwhelming sometimes and I just maybe need some time to come to terms with it before you guys all start freaking out,”

He nods and leans back in his seat, satisfied. “Okay.”

You look up at him in disbelief. “‘Okay’?? That's it???”

He laughs. “What, did you expect me to demand to know everything right now? Come on Y/n, give me some credit. I’m not that bad of a friend.”

“Debatable,” you tease, ducking as he reaches to hit you playfully. “Well no it’s not that. I just, I don’t know, expected a bigger reaction I guess?”

“You know you guys have not really been discreet or anything right? It’s kind of been a little too obvious the past few days. But I will say that I wasn’t expecting you guys to go in for a kiss last night right when I happened to walk in. Which is why I may have, uh, panicked a little and ended up switching on the light,” he flashes you a sheepish smile.

You shake your head, feeling your cheeks get hot as you think back to the moment. God, so close. If only you hadn't been interrupted... “You lil shit,”

“Wha– you just said it yourself, it’s weird! I’ve never seen you do ‘romancey’ stuff and you've always been so blehh about dating and relationships and now suddenly you can’t stop gushing about this guy and I don't know, it's like seeing your sibling kiss. Gross,” he cringes and you slap his hand.

“Ow! Also, where is Jungwon?”

9:06 am.

Jungwon has practically been vibrating all morning from the excitement of what happened last night. Well, of course nothing really happened, strictly speaking. Still, he was happy at the prospect of it. At the idea that he maybe has a chance with you after all. Like, he’s had a crush on you for so long, it seems unreal. He had almost fully accepted the fact that that was all it was ever going to be – a crush. And then things happened, and here he was. He bites the inside of his cheek, trying to keep himself from smiling. From the corner of his eye, he catches the weird looks his older co-barista, Taehyun, has been giving him.

The front door opens with a ding of the bell, indicating the arrival of another customer. Jungwon finishes serving the caffè mocha he was making just in time to greet the new one.

“Good morning, what–” he stops short when he looks up and sees that it’s you. He stutters and completely forgets what he meant to say and gives up halfway. From the way he’s grinning, even a passerby who chances to see him from the sidewalk outside could guess he’s head over heels. Taehyun recognises you immediately – he's only seen Jungwon behave like an idiot one other time, which was the first time you had come here a couple of weeks ago. Jungwon had immediately dropped everything he was doing and had all but run to you despite how busy the cafe had been that day, leaving the poor guy to deal with the growing line of customers all by himself. Although it had been a bit of an inconvenience, Taehyun didn't give him too much of a hard time about it because for one thing, it had been kind of cute to see him all flustered, and for another, Jungwon was someone who was usually pretty diligent with his work.

But here you are again. Cue Jungwon forgetting how to function like a normal human being.

“Hi,” Jungwon finally says, barely able to restrain the grin that he knows is a little too wide to be casual. “What are you doing here?”

You can't help but laugh. “You have got to stop greeting me like that every time I come here! Do you not like me visiting you at work?” You turn as if to leave, mostly to see how he'd react.

“No no wait sorry!” He reaches over and grabs your arm, planting it on the counter. “I just meant that if you were planning on coming here then we could've left together,” he drawls.

“Well, it was more of a last minute decision. Class got cancelled and I thought I'd just drop by and check out the new drink you were raving about. See what all the fuss is about,” you shrug nonchalantly, though the twinkle in your eyes betrays you. You're hyper-aware of the fact that his hand is ever-so-lightly brushing your forearm.

“Oh you’ll see alright,” he assures you, and with just a hint of nervousness seeping into the confidence, he enquires, “so, is that the only reason you're here?” He steals a quick glance at your lips, the pretty curve of them, before meeting your eyes again.

“Why else?” you ask, as though you have no idea what he could possibly be alluding to, although your hammering heart and the cheeky grin spreading across your face tell otherwise. Jungwon’s own giddy smile says he isn’t slow to catch on, either.

“I see. Strictly beverage purposes then.”

“Strictly,” you nod solemnly, suppressing your smile.

Taehyun clears his throat. “So, your order?”

You blink, suddenly remembering that you have an audience, and also that you're not just here to see Jungwon (well that's the story anyway). “Oh right, yes! Sorry. One Dalgona coffee, please.”

Jungwon flashes you an apologetic smile as he gets to work. “Sit wherever you'd like, your order will be ready in 10!”

Jungwon is so nervous about getting your order absolutely perfect that he messes up twice. Taehyun shakes his head, both amused and exasperated. When Jungwon starts to try for the third time, he stops him. “Gimme, I'll do it.” Jungwon mumbles a relieved thank you before internally chiding himself to get a grip. He can't continue to be such a mess every time you're around.

When he's done, Taehyun places the drink on the counter, ready to be served. He can see Jungwon open his mouth to say something and then change his mind and turn away. This happens again when he sees the waiter approaching and Taehyun rolls his eyes. “Oh my God, Jungwon, just go. I know you're itching to give it to them yourself,” he says, smiling despite himself.

Jungwon rubs the back of his neck, embarassed. “You sure?”

“Yeah yeah. We're not that busy yet it's fine. But just don't stay too long – you never know when our manager might drop by to check.”

He places the tray on the table in front of you, making sure to keep it as far away as possible from your books and worksheets so as to not ruin them.

“Ooo, what's this?” you ask, pointing to the ice cream sandwiches.

“Just little complementary treats.”

He watches you take the first sip and sees your eyes widen. “Oh, my God. This is a-mazing! What do you put in it?!”

“Well, it’s called a secret ingredient for a reason,” he beams. If he keeps being this cute you feel like one of these days you might just let your intrusive thoughts win and reach out to poke a finger into his adorable dimples. “Alright well enjoy the rest of it. I'm afraid I gotta get back,”

As he walks back, Jungwon finds that he's kind of glad the kiss didn't happen last night – he would like to properly ask you out first. How should he do it? Maybe he should keep it sweet and simple, make you a latte heart or something. Yeah, maybe you’d like that. And what should your first date be? Something cliché like a movie or dinner date? Or something unique? Ahh, he doesn’t know. If it were up to him, he’d just be content to have you over and do what you used to do before he started the internship. He doesn't care what you do as long as you are together.

9:32 am.

Jungwon steals a glance at your table and is surprised to find Heeseung with you. Huh. Guess you two had plans to meet up here. He waits as he serves two other customers to see if Heeseung would come to order anything for himself. When he doesn’t, Jungwon decides to go over himself and say hi.

As he approaches, he notices that you two seem to be deep in conversation, talking animatedly, and he slows, wondering if he should maybe come back after a while. Bits of the conversation float up to him right then and he freezes :

“It's so obvious that you like Jungwon–”

“I don't like him! It's just that he's so nice to Maeumi and so sweet to me and– Ugh, hold on I'm getting a call. Hello?”

Oh.

Right.

Of course.

It suddenly feels like someone just sucked all the sunlight out of the room. Jungwon turns right around, relieved that neither of you noticed him approaching. Taehyun looks up from scrolling through his phone when Jungwon rushes back to the counter. He yanks his apron off, hangs it up hastily and grabs his things to leave.

“Wha–” Taehyun starts to ask but Jungwon cuts him off.

“Something came up. I have to go,” he apologises for the short notice and is out the door before the latter even has a chance to reply.

a/n : please tell me at least one of y'all noticed the foreshadowing from profiles 2 🙏🏽

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[camels-pen]

oh to dream a dream

summary: Careless words can lead to indulgent sleep.

based on @seaglass-skies' prompt "Jazz has never had a sibling. So who is this other teenager in the old photo album she found? And why is the bedroom across from hers so empty?"

Ao3 Link | Phight ‘24 series

The atmosphere was quiet, homey. Chirping birds could be heard through the cracked window off to the side and there was a low level chatter throughout the whole place.

Jazz took a deep breath in, smelling the scent of dark roast and vanilla bean that had permeated itself into the walls and floor, that drifted up to greet her like a tired lover.

Usually, she'd chide herself on such cheesy thoughts—maybe make a mental note to stop reading so many romance novels and crack open more psych textbooks—but she was feeling good today. Good and content.

So much so, in fact, that she didn't even feel the sting of embarrassment as someone nudged past her where she was standing, blocking the open door to the coffee shop.

She gave a short apology, tapped each pocket on her shoulder bag just in case, and then walked to the front register.

“Jazzy-babe!” Edward said, grinning wide at her. “Girl, I haven't seen you in ages!”

Jazz smiled back, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. “Ugh, I know right? Sorry—” She paused to wipe her face, sniffling a little. “I've really missed this place.”

“Oh honey.” Ed came around the counter to scoop her into a hug. He patted her back as he said, “There's no need to cry, you're here now, aren't you?”

Jazz laughed. She must really be a mess for Ed to come all the way around for a hug rather than just lean over the counter. “Yeah—yeah I'm here now. These are more happy tears than anything else, to be honest.”

Ed gave her a few more pats before returning to the register. “Good. Happy tears are the best kind of tears. We don't need anything else.” Actually, tears of sadness and frustration were also rather important to keeping a healthy emotional balance, but Jazz understood and appreciated the sentiment. “What can I get for you, hon?”

“Just a latte, I've got to—” Jazz paused. “Oh, sorry, I just started talking on autopilot. I don't have any chores or homework today, so I'm staying for the long haul.”

“From open to close!” Ed laughed. “Just like when you first started coming here.”

Jazz smiled. ”Yup, back to my old ways.“

”So we're going with a large latte and three chocolate and almond croissants?“

”Make it four, please.“

The shop was rather slow—an odd sight for a coffee shop at 9 in the morning—so while Ed and his new coworker worked, Jazz propped herself against the counter and chatted with him. Turned out he'd gotten himself a new boyfriend—long distance this time, all the way up north in Ontario, Canada in some place called 'Barrie'—and he's planning to renew his passport and go visit him some time this summer.

Jazz shared her own news—the hazards of 12th grade English classes with a substitute teacher for half the semester, all of her friends managing to catch the flu at the same time a few months ago, and her overbearing parents insisting she apply for some fake program called 'ecto-biology' at the University of Madison Wisconsin.

Ed laughed along and, traitor that he was, said she should give it a shot anyway and that it might be fun. Jazz wasn't so sure.

Soon, her drink and pastries were done and she said her goodbyes before ensconcing herself to the little corner in the back of the shop, far from the door and mostly covered by a massive bird of paradise plant.

She set down her things, took out a hefty book titled 'Psychology and You: A Look into the Self' and cracked open the front cover.

—

“...azz!“

“...ease, don't wan... urt y...!”

“...rry!”

—

Jazz felt a tap at her shoulder and she blinked. She groaned and rubbed at her eyes. “Geez, I haven’t done that since middle school.” And damn, that was satisfying.

Ed chuckled as she stretched out her arms. “Sounds like you needed it.”

Jazz packed up her stuff and gave Ed a goodbye hug before heading out. If there's one thing Jazz Fenton knew, it was when she'd overstayed her welcome.

She blinked, then furrowed her brows. Where did that come from? It was closing time so she needed to leave, it wasn't like she'd stayed too long at a friend's house.

“Maybe I conflated it with the feeling of being in someone else's home?” she mumbled to herself. “The place does feel like it's Ed's pride and joy even though he's not the owner.”

The owner himself was a crabby man who had hated Jazz since the first moment he spotted her walking in, all of 12 years old and looking for a safe and quiet place to do her math homework. She didn't have any money then, thinking the shop was similar enough to a library what with all the people she saw reading quietly through the windows. The man was ready to kick her out, citing that only paying customers were allowed to sit in his shop and that all children were rabble and ruffians regardless of age.

It was Edward then, all of 16 and newly hired, who had bought her a hot cocoa and claimed her dad had already bought a drink for her earlier in the day and Ed had been waiting for her. Ed was chewed out for it since apparently that wasn't a thing they allowed at the shop, but Jazz was allowed to stay. She learned for future visits to bring along her allowance and when the owner wasn't here, Ed would let her sit in the shop without buying anything.

Now if only a certain someone else would be so kind—

Jazz stumbled. “Dumb rock,” she grumbled, shaking out her foot. “What was I thinking about again?”

—

“You’re always in my business! It’s annoying!”

“I’m in your business because I care about you!”

“You sound like mom and dad! And didn’t you always say privacy was important to growing kids?!”

“It is! It is, but this is different; Danny, I’m afraid you’re doing something dangerous. Something that could get you hurt. If there’s some big bad ghost villain you should come to me—”

“Of course.” He scoffed. “You can’t fucking trust me to take care of myself, as per usual. I’m just your idiot little brother who would die a horrible death the moment you take your eyes off me, aren’t I?”

She gasped, putting a hand to her mouth.

“W-Wait, I didn’t mean it like that—”

—

“Oh Jazzypants!” Dad called. “You think you could come down and help your old man with something?”

“Sorry Dad! I’m doing something important!” Jazz called back, laid on her stomach on her bed, a chewed up pencil in hand as she hovered over a ‘Who will be your boyfriend? (NSYNC edition)’ quiz. “I’m doing this for Kendra, but man I hope I get Justin.” 

She continued to circle the letters on the quiz and eventually finished and flipped to the back of the magazine. “Ugh, Lance? Maybe I should just burn this.” As she shifted her hand, she noticed neat cursive handwriting under the answer key that read: ‘Jazz, I don’t care if you got Lance, DO NOT BURN THIS.’

She was tempted to burn it anyway.

A gust of wind blew through her room, ruffling the pages of the magazine and throwing her hair all around. Jazz had to slap a hand on the book to keep it from flying away. The wind died down after a moment and she huffed, a bit of hair fluttering up with the action before falling back down. “Perfect, amazing, exactly what I needed.”

Jazz pushed herself up and slammed the window down. Her dad yelled if she was alright, but she didn’t answer. Flopping herself down on her bed, she flipped back to the quiz and erased her answers. “I’m gonna get Justin this time,” she grumbled, starting the quiz over.

Just as she had gotten to the second question, another gust of wind blew through her room. This time the magazine wasn’t safe and tumbled to the carpet. She pushed her hair back from her face and left her room to investigate. 

Mom and Dad’s room was fine. The bathroom too. The storage closet didn’t have a window and the hallway one has been busted shut for years. 

Jazz stood in front of the door across from her room. She slowly put a hand on the doorknob. Twisted it. Then pushed.

Peeking into the room, she looked around. It was empty and collecting dust, just as it always was. She always felt uneasy just looking into the room so hopefully the window was—

Ah, it was open. Of course.

Jazz gulped. She willed herself forward. Fear was just fear and there was nothing of any real harm in the room. She repeated that to herself over and over as she tiptoed inside, heading for the window.

There were no furniture, no decorations, no new paint on the walls. It was just a plain blue—

Jazz shook her head and rubbed her eyes. Beige, the original house’s wall colours were beige with a white trim.

She continued her journey and eventually made it, sliding the window closed as gently as she could, lest she disturb the stifling atmosphere she found herself in.

Jazz was about ready to tiptoe her way out—or maybe just run for it to make it quicker—when her eyes caught on a photo album on the floor. It was 4th of July themed and was laid spine up, as if it had falled off of something and landed on its pages. 

And, well, Jazz was never one to leave a book like that, no matter the circumstances.

With hesitant hands, she picked up the book, her thumb automatically marking the open pages. She marvelled at the peeling silver stars on the front and back cover and the almost sparkling blue colour. 4th of July themed seemed like a stretch, now that she had a closer look; it had more of a space theme or a starry night sky, than anything else.

She flipped over the book, only to find it was a photo album. The papers where starting to become yellow with age and the photos curling at the corners, as if ready to fall off at any moment. It looked so old and well loved, yet Jazz had never recalled seeing such an album around the house before.

The photos all included pictures of herself when she was far younger, her mom and dad, and some of Jazz’s friends from elementary school. Sometimes it was just one of them, sometimes all of them, and sometimes even none of them.

But with each picture there was one consistent theme: some part of the picture was complete static. Like someone had taken a TV without signal and used that to colour in nonsensical shapes and silhouettes in each and every picture.

It was strange. Odd, even. Jazz wasn’t one to vandalize anything as important as a photo album, even as a child. Her parents were always quite adamant that she’d been a rather mature child since she was small. And she doubted her mom or dad would’ve done that. 

Maybe one of her friends from the photos? Jazz could’ve invited them over one time and they could’ve scribbled all over the photos when she wasn’t looking. It wouldn’t be the first time.

She squinted at the pages. No, that didn’t seem quite right. The static colouring stopped right at the edge of each polaroid, not a single bit of it leaking into the white border edges of them. She doubted elementary schoolers would care so much about that, or be that precise. 

Page after page she found different pictures, with her and her parents at different ages and different clothes, with new friends and old. And yet that same static colouring persisted. In fact, it seemed to be growing over time, getting consistently bigger and bigger, at times looking like the outline of a person just a handful of inches shorter than herself. She started to get irritated as the static got closer to her height, but by the time she got to the end of the album—with whiter pages and more firmly glued pictures—it never overtook her. She felt satisfied about that fact, for some reason.

Back to the original problem, she still didn’t know what the purpose was of this odd destruction of her family’s photo album. She didn’t even know where this album had come from, the pictures in it unfamiliar and foreign.

She squinted at the last picture in the album, using her nail to scratch at the static colour. Not that she was expecting anything from it—

The static started to flake off.

“What is this, crayon?” she mumbled. Though it felt simultaneously thicker and thinner than crayon wax. Smoother, yet rougher. It was easy to pick at it, but hard to peel off anything larger than a toothpick, the colours coming off in long thin stripes as they did. 

She scratched and scratched and scratched at it. Jazz had just about had enough when no more pieces came off, but then—

The entire thing peeled off like an old sticker.

Staring back at her was a boy with messy black hair, annoyed blue eyes, and a contrasting grin with Jazz’s own arm wrapped around his shoulders.

“An… old friend, maybe? But this picture was taken recently and—” She paused to pick at another photo higher up the page. It revealed another picture of the same  boy, mouth open like he was talking animatedly about something while staring into a small telescope. Another picture, a few pages earlier, showed the whole family in their hazmat suits, and the boy himself standing with them in his own white and black suit.

“I’ve never had any siblings,” she whispered to herself. It didn’t feel right, almost like someone else coaxed the words through her mouth.

She stared around at the empty room. Thought of how it really should be blue, since that’s the colour it’s always been. The house was originally beige, but this room was always always blue. A specific shade of lighter blue, with glow in the dark stars on the ceiling and burn marks on the carpet. A scuffed up desk plastered with enough free Nasa stickers you could hand them out at a convention. Not to mention a bed that had never been made since it was bought.

She thought of that room. And she thought of this one, the real one all around her. The one full of life and the one that had never seen it. There was only so much she could do to try and remember it. Imagine it? Think of it, and yet it stuck out so clearly in her mind. 

She could hear the high pitched whiny voice calling her a nag. Could smell the dirty laundry ‘hidden’ under the desk. Could feel the ratty old cotton Star Wars blanket between her fingers. But none of it was here. 

Something ached fiercely in her chest. 

She gripped her shirt tight over her heart, tears welling up in her eyes.

She’d forgotten him. She looked out for him—cared for him—for so so long, but she’d forgotten him. Like some trashy teen magazine article. 

And—and she needed to find him. He was always being reckless out with his friends hunting—hunting ghosts of all things (oh god, ghosts exist and she forgot and he had been fighting them without her help—). 

She went for the door, yanking it open and trying not to hyperventilate. 

Jazz needed to find him, she needed to help him, she needed to—

Jazz blinked. She stared at the open door to her own room with a frown. “Why did I leave my room?” 

She jumped as she heard something swing shut behind her. When she turned she noticed the door to the empty room, shut and covered with cobwebs. She shuddered and inched away from it.

“Jazz, sweetie, would you mind closing the window?” Mom called. 

The window?

A gust of air blew against her side, sending her hair every which way. Right, the window.

She pulled the hallway window shut, an air of finality settling in her bones.

—

“Nocturn!” The shout echoed down the long, stretching corridor along with the bang of the door slamming open. Within moments, a blur of black and white sped into the room.

“You know you could’ve just knocked,” Nocturn said. “I would’ve considered letting you in my second favourite dreamer if you were polite about it.”

“What’d you do with—” Danny paused. “Wait. Second?”

Nocturn swept open his cloak, revealing a figure just a tad taller than Danny himself floating close to his chest, her head bowed.

A swirling mess of dark purple, blue, and black speckled with shining white stars were painted on her skin. Her hair was a dark shade of orange and flowed freely around her, as if underwater.

“Well, my dear? Shall we entertain our guest?”

She lifted her head and Danny gasped. Her face was free of paint, but blank, bereft of all features save a waterfall of neverending black tears down her cheeks. But even without a face, Danny could recognize her. Could never not recognize the very reason he came here in the first place. 

That—that was—

“Yes, Lord Nocturn,” Jazz said.

[akehoshimystar]

Ai R

A Brilliant Eye for Aesthetic

The knocking sound came right after Yuzuru and Yashiro had gone out for some business.

Akehoshi: Pardon my intrusion. Hello.

Hmm? Is it only Ai-san today?

Hinomiya and his cheerful voice barged into the room and looked around restlessly.

Ai: They're out for some business right now. If there's anything you need, I'll let them know.

Akehoshi: It's not really anything serious.

.….But anyway, I might as well present this to His Majesty in person.

Here you go. A gift from my client.

After he’s done talking, Hinomiya handed over a Japanese sweet in a wooden folding box.

Ai: This is... a famous confectionery from a long-established store.

I heard it's not easy to get one’s hand on this rare gem.

Akehoshi: Oh yeah? So it's really famous after all~

The customer was really grateful to Aporia and she gave me lots of them.

I've already placed one in the staff room, so I figured I should leave it here as well.

Ai: (A reward is also a visible evaluation.)

(The client must have been satisfied with Hinomiya that she gave him this many.)

Well done, Hinomiya.

Not long after, Hinomiya tilted his head with a puzzled look on his face.

Akehoshi: ……..Oh, I see. Ai-san, you must really love this, right?

Ai: (………………Huh?)

Akehoshi: I'm happy to learn what Ai-san likes.

In that case, maybe you should hurry up and secure it while they're not around.

Hinomiya muttered and started arranging the contents of the box on the edge of my desk.

Ai: Hey, Hinomiya. What are you doing?

Akehoshi: It's okay. I'll take the box home and get rid of the evidence, so please eat it before you get caught.

Ai: (I think Hinomiya is getting a wrong idea.)

I just told you to keep up with the good work.

Akehoshi: Aha, leave it to me. If I get some from a client again, I'll make sure to bring you tons of them.

I'll tell Yuzuru-san and Ito-san to eat the one from the staff room.

Well, that’s all from me. See you later.

Ai: Hey, don’t leave in the middle of conversa-

The extremely laid-back man said what’s on his mind and quickly left the office.

Ai: …….

Ugh, whatever. As long as he does a good job, I don't mind.

I picked up one of the sweets lined up on my desk and opened the washi paper. Before bringing it to my mouth. Its taste is worthy of being called a masterpiece.

[angelic-writer]

Whumpcember Day 7 - Fainting (Alt 7. Hunger)

CW: Starvation

"Are you sure you don't want any, Mark?" George asked.

"I'm sure. You guys need it more than me." Mark pushed the plate of food towards them.

"But you've barely eaten anything for the past week. You're losing weight." Fred said.

"I know, but I need to show them that what they're doing is wrong!"

"Mark, they're just gonna blame us. You know how this town is with us."

"I know!!" He sighed. "I know and it's disgusting and wrong! You guys shouldn't have to suffer because of what happened to Cesar..." He shivered. "Here. I made sure it doesn't have any allergens in them."

"Mark... You don't have to do this." Cathy muttered.

"Cathy, you're my family. I can't let you guys get hurt."

After a bit of deliberation, the triplets slowly began to eat. Satisfied, he left their room, gripping his stomach tightly. Everyone's treatment of the Flammias have gotten so much worse since Cesar almost died. He was almost killed by one of the spies, held captive in the hospital, comatose against his will and almost died again. Despite that, Santiago blamed it on the triplets, saying that he almost died because he wanted to protect them.

That didn't make any sense to him. Isn't it a hero's duty to protect the people you care about? If it were him that Cesar almost died to protect, wouldn't Santiago be praising him? He would be hailed as the hero they want him to be.

His vision began to grow dim and he fell to his knees. Deep breaths, Mark. Don't faint. Don't faint. Just get some fluids in you. You'll be fine.

It'll be worth it. You need to teach them a lesson...

-----

Everyone was gathered at the table, talking about what they're gonna do today. N kept badgering Stanley about him having Uno while Damien tried to steer the conversation back to the topic at hand. Mark couldn't focus. He wanted to, but he was so fucking hungry...

"Mark? You alright?" Cesar asked.

"Yeah. I-I'm alright..."

"You sure? You look a little pale."

"I'm sure. I'll get something later."

"Dude, you've been saying for the past few days. You look like you're about to drop dead at any moment. You really need to eat something."

"Cesar, I already told you, I need to-"

"Mark? Do you have anything to add?" David suddenly asked.

"Oh, uh... I think we... We need better security systems since people get through them too easily... I think something is up with the security team..." He stood up on shaky legs. "We need to investigate what's..." His vision grew spotty.

"Mark? Hey.." Cesar shook him by the shoulder.

"We...." Mark dropped like a stone. Cesar caught him and set him down as the room erupted into chaos.

"What the- What happened?!"

"Mark?!"

"Is he alright?!"

They all crowded around him as Cesar set Mark's head in his lap. Quick pulse check. Slow heartbeat. "Dave, go get Esther!"

The triplets were in the other room, watching the whole thing go down. They were starting to shake now. They're gonna blame it on them. Everything was their fault.

Mark blinked his eyes open as everything started to come back to him.

"Mark? Can you hear me?" Cesar patted his face.

"Ugh... What happened...?"

"You fainted. Don't worry. Esther's coming to get you."

"Wh... But the triplets..."

"Don't worry. We won't let anything happen to them."

------

Mark slowly opened his eyes to a blinding light shining above him. After blinking a bit, he noticed that he was in the infirmary. An IV was inserted into his arm.

"Oh good, you're awake." Esther looked up from her paperwork on the desk. "The IV's there to give you extra nutrients. You didn't look very good."

"Esther? Wh..."

"You fainted during the meeting. Cesar told me what happened." She held him down with her stare. "Mark, when was the last time you ate something?"

"Ummm...."

"What about fluids? Have you had any water?"

"I've been having some apple juice...."

"Okay, but have you gotten some actual food in you?"

He was silent.

"Mark, starving yourself shouldn't be taken lightly. It's unhealthy to deprive your body of important nutrients. Your body could be breaking down other cells to make up for the nutrients you're depriving them of."

"I-I wanted them to see that what they're doing is wrong..."

"Them?"

"Yeah. The reason why I haven't been eating is because Santiago has been limiting their food intake. I did it to get him to see that it was wrong. He somehow got the other parents to believe that it was because of Cesar. They were pretty badly beforehand, but this... This is too much."

"My goodness... Just how much food were they taking away from them?"

Mark was silent for a bit. "...They were getting by on granola bars."

Esther blinked in disbelief. "Just granola bars? But aren't they allergic to peanuts? I know some of them have peanut butter for a flavor."

"They avoided the peanut butter ones."

"You mean to tell me they were only being fed granola bars and nothing else?!"

"Well, that and food scraps, but that's barely enough."

"Of course it's barely enough. They need a lot more than that to get enough of the nutrients needed!"

"That's what I mean! They're starving them and I wanted to snap them out of it!"

Esther looked down at her clipboard. "It seems like there are a few adults there who don't believe the delusion of the week going on here."

"Yeah. They're the only ones who care about them."

"I see."

Mark nodded, then gripped his stomach in pain. It felt like his body was eating itself alive. Why did he think this was a good idea?

"You should really eat something."

"Please. I can't take it anymore."

[ayumicchi14]

GAKUEN K -WONDERFUL SCHOOL DAYS-

Fushimi Saruhiko route

Event 11

Yukizome Kukuri: "Morning~! Wheew— today is hot too isn't it? I'm worry about the future."

Konohana Saya: "You're right. Looks like it will become hotter from now on."

Konohana Saya: "But, since it will be cool if we go inside the school, so I'm very grateful for that..."

Yukizome Kukuri: "Well, that's one of good things about our school. I've never heard of any breakdowns or anything like that, so I guess they checked it often."

Yukizome Kukuri: "...Oh dang, it's not the time to get relaxed. Since I'm on class duty today, so I'll be off first okay?"

Konohana Saya: "Okay! I'll see you in classroom!"

Konohana Saya: (It's hot, so I'll hurry up a bit too)

*Classroom*

Claudia: "Well, today's homeroom is over. Because today is so hot, everyone be careful to not get any heatstroke."

Konohana Saya: (Now the classes are over, I think I'll go to the clubroom)

Yukizome Kukuri: "You have the club activities after this? Want to go with me on the way?"

Konohana Saya: "Yeah, let's go!"

Yukizome Kukuri: "Ice cream huh~! That's good! Should I get one too... or maybe make it at the club is good too!"

Konohana Saya: "Kukuri-chan, you're in the cooking club, right."

Yukizome Kukuri: "Maybe I'll try ask the head chief. If there's any recipe that is easy to make, let's make it together in the dorm next time."

Konohana Saya: "Okay! I'm looking forward to it."

*Blue club*

Konohana Saya: "Excuse me."

Konohana Saya: "!!!!!"

Konohana Saya: (I-It's really hot...!!)

Fushimi Saruhiko: "Oi, don't block the road."

Konohana Saya: "Fushimi-kun..."

Fushimi Saruhiko: "....Ugh! This is more than I expected..."

Konohana Saya: "Fushimi-kun, this school is fully equipped with air-conditioner, right...?"

Fushimi Saruhiko: "There's a report from captain that the air-conditioner is breaking down. He said it won't get repaired until tomorrow."

Konohana Saya: "I see... do you want to do the club activities today?"

Fushimi Saruhiko: "I'll do it. I've been asked to summing up this documents by today."

Konohana Saya: "I see..."

Konohana Saya: (It can't be helped. Let's be prepared)

Fushimi Saruhiko: "First of all, keep the door open. Let the wind from the corridor comes in."

Konohana Saya: "I understand."

Fushimi Saruhiko: "Tch... why there's a club in the middle of this situation..."

Konohana Saya: (Fushimi-kun looked so irritated. Ah, right)

Konohana Saya: "Should I buy an ice cream? It'll get cooler a bit."

Fushimi Saruhiko: "Summing up the documents, is not over yet."

Konohana Saya: "I thought it would be more efficient to eat ice cream and cool my head down."

Fushimi Saruhiko: "It will be better if we finish this quickly and go home. Also, the ice will melt sooner in this room. What if it stained the documents instead?"

Konohana Saya: "....Fushimi-kun, do you not feel hot?"

Fushimi Saruhiko: "Of course it's hot."

Konohana Saya: "You don't look like you feel hot."

Fushimi Saruhiko: "If I say hot and hot, it will just get hotter. Just shut up and do the jobs."

Konohana Saya: "Fushimi-kun, you just said it yourself three times."

Fushimi Saruhiko: "......"

Konohana Saya: "But, it's really hot. You can't help but talk about it."

Fushimi Saruhiko: "......."

Konohana Saya: "........"

Konohana Saya: "Perhaps the clubroom is hotter than the outside. Maybe it will be better if we do this outside."

Fushimi Saruhiko: "......."

Konohana Saya: "Fushimi-kun?"

Fushimi Saruhiko: "Huh?"

Konohana Saya: "As I thought it's hot, so let me buy..."

Fushimi Saruhiko: "You're noisy. Just how many times you want to say hot and hot until you satisfied?"

Fushimi Saruhiko: "If you said hot once again, we will do all the remaining documents with the door closed."

Konohana Saya: "I-I know. I won't said it again."

Munakata Reishi: "....Both of you, thank you for your hard work in this heat."

Konohana Saya: "Munakata-senpai."

Munakata Reishi: "How's the progress of the work?"

Konohana Saya: "Ah, sorry. It's not over yet."

Fushimi Saruhiko: "This is what happens when you keep wasting your time talking."

Munakata Reishi: "But this room is sure hot, isn't it? In this heat, you won't be able to work as hard as you should."

Munakata Reishi: "Well, but we shouldn't say hot and hot that often because I think it will be hard in this heat."

Konohana Saya: (Munakata-senpai... he used the word hot as much as he do this. Did he hear the conversation before?)

Fushimi Saruhiko: "Tch..."

Konohana Saya: (Fushimi-kun, he's in a very bad mood...!)

Fushimi Saruhiko: "Captain. Where are the others? Why no one's coming?"

Munakata Reishi: "Oh, about that. The others just got a heatstroke and summer cold, so they're resting now."

Fushimi Saruhiko: "Huh...?"

Konohana Saya: "Eh?"

Munakata Reishi: "Although they're attending the class, but we don't have a choice  if their physical condition are getting bad because of this heat."

Munakata Reishi: "Because the air conditioner is just broken accidentally, so on the contrary, maybe it's better if we take a rest."

Konohana Saya: (Then, that means... everyone is resting because they knew this heat...)

Munakata Reishi: "I'm sorry for both of you but please do your best for the others part too."

Munakata Reishi: "Well then, I have a works in student council so please excuse me."

Konohana Saya: "Y-Yeah... see you..."

Konohana Saya: (I feel like Fushimi-kun just let out the most displeasure aura until now...)

Fushimi Saruhiko: "........"

Konohana Saya: "Looks like our condition will get bad too if we're here..."

Konohana Saya: "Alright! Let's finish this summing up data quickly!"

[akuaya-eng]

(Card story) Vanis SR - Daily Life in Chagran

- SOMETHING MORE IMPORTANT -

EPISODE 1

Vanis: Yawn~. It's already morning... I stayed at the party until late last night, so I'm still sleepy. But… the weather is nice. I wonder if it'd be a waste to go back to sleep… Oh, right. I'll paint today for the first time in a while. I have some requests too.

(time passes)

Vanis: (thinking) …Hm~, it seems like something is wrong? Im trying to paint as usual, but I'm not satisfied with it. Why…

Rosé: (door opens) Hey, what are you doing? Is that a painting? Are you drawing?

Vanis: It's you… Yeah, that's right. I'm painting the sky.

Rosé: Huh? The sky? That's a boring picture. Why don't you draw something more exciting? Like… a picture of humans suffering ♪

Vanis: Rosé is still the same. But the sky has has many different expressions, so it's interesting to draw. Also... I used to draw those kinds of exciting pictures before I became a fallen angel.

Rosé: That sounds great ♪ Show me, show me ♡

Vanis: I threw them away. Because they remind me of the unpleasant past.

Rosé: Aw~, what a waste~.

Vanis: Who I was back then… --Oh, I see.

Rosé: Hm?

Vanis: I've been struggling with a slump recently. Maybe I've figured it out. Looking closely at this painting, it seems to have more intensity than before.

Rosé: What's wrong with that?

Vanis: My paintings don't need intensity. Because… that intensity is similar to "anger".

(thinking) This painting might be hiding feelings of "anger". Being suspicious like that is why I'm not doing well.

Rosé: Hmm. Well, I don't really care. So, what are you going to do with the painting once it's finished? Are you going to hang it up?

Vanis: I met a devil aristocrat who was interested when I told him I paint. He asked for my painting. I plan to show it to him and get along with him. He has some interesting information that I absolutely don't want to miss.

Rosé: Haha ♪ I see ♪ Still as shrewd as ever.

Vanis: Thanks.

EPISODE 2

(someone knocks on the door)

Vanis: I've been waiting for you. Sorry for making you come all the way here.

Devil Aristocrat: It's no problem. I wanted to see the famous Belladonna mansion up close at least once. That decision was not a mistake. It’s as grand as the rumors say.

Vanis: Thank you. Adder will be pleased to hear that.

Devil Aristocrat: And… I wanted to see your painting as soon as possible. May I?

Vanis: Of course. Here it is--

Devil Aristocrat: ………

Vanis: How is it?

Devil Aristocrat: --I’m at a loss for words from the sheer emotion. Truly wonderful. I might have mentioned this, but… I used to dabble in painting myself. I'm quite knowledgeable about art.

Vanis: I see. (thinking) Well, I knew that… but I'll pretend I didn't. It makes the conversation flow easier. Thank you. I'm genuinely honored to hear that from you. (thinking) Alright… I guess it's enough small talk. Let's get to the main topic. By the way--

Devil Aristocrat: I've seen many paintings, but this one is different from the others. When I look at your painting, it feels like my heart is being cleansed.

Vanis: …?

Devil Aristocrat: What’s wrong?

Vanis: No... I just didn't expect such a reaction. Is there anything else you feel? For example… a sense of power-- or "anger"?

Devil Aristocrat: Hmm… There is certainly power. But I don't sense the "anger" you mentioned. Rather-- a strong determination. I feel a strong determination from the deep colors peeking through the gaps.

Vanis: A strong… determination.

Devil Aristocrat: That's probably why I'm so captivated by this painting. A strong determination hidden within the idyllic picture-- it’s marvelous.

Vanis: …...... (thinking) So the power I felt wasn’t "anger". That’s good…

Devil Aristocrat: Sorry to interrupt you. You were about to say something, weren't you? You mentioned before that there was something you wanted to know.

Vanis: That is--

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Rosé: Ugh, you're painting another boring picture. Let's have some fun instead ♡

Vanis: Sorry, but I don't have time to play with you. I'm in a very good mood right now, and I don’t want to lose this feeling.

Rosé: Huh? You said before you were struggling with a slump.

Vanis: I guess I did?

Rosé: Whatever. By the way, did you get the information you wanted from the devil aristocrat you mentioned earlier? He came here, right?

Vanis: No-- I didn’t get it.

Rosé: Huh? That was your purpose. Did you, of all people, actually mess up?

Vanis: I learned something more important. So, for now, I think I’m fine with it…

Rosé: Hm~? I don’t get it. But, as always, you’re intriguingly elusive ♪