#also i didn't realize just how small the canvas

[kozachenko]

Here, have a fairly light sketch dump with two relatively complete sketches and some of the process for the main Zanmu one. Also, Gensokyo's specalist girl makes an appearance here too

Artist's Notes;

Zanmu is such a fun character to draw, like, there's so many little aspects in her design that you can emphasize, and her colour palette is so satysfying too. The reason I ended up drawing this was because when I was scrolling on Pinterest I found a specific pose that just screamed Zanmu to me (it was the skull that did it for me) and I just had to draw her in that pose. I did end up taking my liberties with my reference though, and also I am not drawing feet, I just straight up don't like it, and this is mainly something more on the sketchy side so it didn't really matter lol. Also, IDK too much about the hands, I'm usually pretty good with them but I struggled with them a bit this time. Also Zanmu is sitting on nothing because I just didn't feel like drawing what she was sitting on (plus I already drew in the clothes and including what she was sitting on would mean having to change the sleeves and I just didn't wanna do that lol). Also realized that I should probably start trying to improve on drawing frills in clothing, and I tried a new technique for drawing them. I do like how they look, but at the same time it can still be better.

I do love how Zanmu's pose turned out the most in this batch of sketches. In my process, I put the reference image on the canvas and then roughly blocked in the silhouette. One change I knew I wanted to make since the beginning of the sketching process was opening up the space between the bent arm and body more, mainly to make the silhouette of the pose clearer (even though with the addition of the clothes it does get closed up a lot). I also wanted to turn the torso towards the viewer and change the position of the legs to something more cross legged/casual. In another sketching pass, I just kinda quicjly scribbled what I wanted the pose to look like just so I could get my idea out and I'm glad I did that because that helped me focus more on the pose itself rather than the small details. Afterward, I did a sketch of the body, clothes, and hair all together and then coloured it to get the coloured Zanmu sketch!

Again, I could've done a better job with the feet and the legs themselves for that matter, but the nice thing about sketches is that they don't need to be perfect, and I was more so focused on the gesture/feel of the pose rather than the minute details. With her facial expression, I knew that I wanted something very specific with her eyes, so I just simplified it into this "almost closed" eye and I do like how it turned out a lot. Also, a problem that I often have drawing Zanmu is that in the poses I put her in, I don't really know how best to draw in those triangle cut outs she has, so instead, I added these little triangle details onto her sleeves and pants to add some visual interest and allude to them instead, also because they can kinda allude to a crown and Zanmu is the king of Hell so it fits lol (also, love it when people add details like that onto sleeves sm lol). The hair and tassles did a lot of heavy lifting when it came to making the drawing have a nice flow to it, and I have the headcanon that Zanmu is just able to make those float on there own by.... honestly I don't know, I just like the idea of her tassles defying gravity and floating all the time. Also IDK if you can see them, but I did make sure to include her scars as I'm basically adding that as a part of my way of drawing Zanmu. It just adds a certain something, y'know? Also found a specific reference for the skull and made it the red that it is in Touhou 19, and also because drawing skeletons and skulls is just fun lol.

Now onto Reimu, so that face drawing was mainly there just so I could get a better idea of how I wanted to draw her face in the future. My main concern was trying to make it different to Keiki and Zanmu's faces, so as I was sketching hers I had the drawings of Keiki and Zanmu's faces turned on to make sure I wasn't drawing the same thing again. Down here I included this little test I did where I hyper simplified the eyes of the three faces and just traced over their face shapes, noses, eyebrows, and mouths. While the nose is the most consistent trait shared among the three of them (tbf that can just be chalked down to an aspect of my style), I feel like the three are different enough from each other to where they don't have same face syndrome, even if you simplify the eyes into dots and also didn't include the detail of Zanmu's scars on her face.

I'm obsessed with giving Reimu these tiny little eyebrows for some reason, IDK it just works for her. I also really like using a red as a highlight for whenever I draw her hair black, mainly because it helps to give the illusion that her hair is just a really dark brown and incorperates her main colour of red into another aspect of the design. I also wanted to try and draw Reimu's eyelids differently to try and imply monolids but tbh IDK how well that reads. I also like how her pupils turned out, as I'm experimenting with different characters in my style having different kinds of pupils. I didn't even bother properly rendering her clothes, so I just did them linelessly (I think I wanna try drawing in my lineless style again for a future piece sometime as I kinda miss the feel it had). I of course had to give Reimu her big bow, and also use that specific shade of red. IDK what it is about that shade of red specifically, but I just love it, it looks so nice to me you have no idea- Now that I think about, I kinda wanna draw Reimu more now, as I feel like I can still do some more experimenting with how I draw her eyes specifically. Also because I've got some ideas when it comes to how I wanna draw her body type.

[mitfloya]

𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

pairings. Yandere Rafayel x gn!reader

wc. 2k

synopsis. You find yourself lost searching for answers that slip through your grasp. There is a mysterious force that lures you back to the vast depths of the sea, a pull that you can't quite comprehend, a strange connection. It haunts your thoughts, you wanted to find out why does your soul keeps guiding you to ocean.

Only to find the truth that you wish to never uncover.

warnings. The following content contains elements of obsessive behavior, yandere thoughts, stalking, possessive behavior, and may include poorly written narratives. Reader is referred to as 'you'. Proceed with caution, as this writing may be unsettling or uncomfortable for some individuals.

a/n. Hiii, I'm back from the dead, I hope it's good (be gentle with me this is my first fic I've created) or evoke some kind of emotions, whatever it may be. I may have gone a little overboard with everything. This will be a small series, maybe there will be 3 parts or up to 5 parts, depends on my mood. Also, this is my thank you gift for the celebration of hitting another milestone on my c.ai acc ♡

The waves, like gentle giants, rolled towards the shore, their white foamy crests crashing against the rocks with a resounding roar. The sound echoed in your ears. With each surge, the water created intricate patterns, as if painting an ever-changing masterpiece upon the canvas of the beach.

Some crashed against the rocks with a powerful force, while others gently caressed the sand, their touch as gentle as a lover's whisper. 

Standing there, your feet were gently lapped by the waves near the shore, your eyes fixated on the vast expanse of the sea, you felt an inexplicable pull, as if there was a profound bond between you and the ocean.

Yet, you couldn't quite comprehend why.

Lost in contemplation, you imagined how the cool waters of the sea would embrace you, enveloping you in their refreshing embrace. It was in these moments that you found solace and tranquility in the presence of nature.

The ebb and flow of the waves became a soothing rhythm that seemed to wash away any worries or troubles that burdened your mind.

Yet, amidst the serenity, there was a sense of familiarity, as if there were fragments of a forgotten memory lurking within your subconscious. Every time you found yourself by the sea or on a sandy beach, a whisper of a memory danced at the edge of your thoughts, just out of reach.

Lost in your thoughts, distant calls of your name went unheard as you drifted into a daze, completely captivated by the sea, you didn't noticed the water has gone up to your knees level. It was only when a familiar hand gripped your wrist, pulling you back from the water, that you snapped out of your daze.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" His voice rang out, a mix of concern and annoyance. "You were about to walk straight into the deep sea! Do you have any idea how dangerous that could have been?" he exclaimed, gently pulling you back to the safety of the shore.

Startled, your gaze locked with his eyes, a blend of deep purple with delicate speckles of pink. In that moment, you found yourself drowning in the vastness of his gaze, unable to tear your eyes away.

His eyes held a mix of emotions, like a tumultuous sea that you couldn't quite decipher. You couldn't help but wonder if your encounter was more than just a coincidence, if there was a greater significance to the intertwining of your paths. The depths of his gaze seemed to hold the answers, yet they also posed more questions, leaving you both intrigued and captivated.

There was something undeniable about the connection you shared, a magnetic pull that transcended mere concern. In that moment, you realized that his eyes held more than just worry for your safety—they held a glimpse of a deeper connection, an unspoken understanding that seemed to bind you together.

The depth of his concern in the eyes are as clear as day, it momentarily puts you lost at words.

The situation slowly sank in, you realized that you had been so absorbed in your thoughts that you had unconsciously ventured into dangerous waters. The level of danger had escalated beyond what you initially thought, as the water had gradually risen without your awareness.

You blinked, your voice betraying a tinge of guilt as you stammered out. "I… I didn't even realize," you admitted, your words laden with a sense of remorse,. "The ocean… it just pulls me in. I can't explain it." Your eyes darted around, avoiding contact with Rafayel.

He sees the way you looked at the sea, sensing that you were searching for something, perhaps a connection or understanding.

In that fleeting moment, a glimmer of hope momentarily danced across Rafayel's face, as if he believed you had finally recollected something significant to him.

…But as he searched your eyes, that tiny glimmer faded, replaced by a mix of disappointment and frustration.

A deep sigh escaped Rafayel's lips, his eyes rolling with visible exasperation. "Oh, please," he scoffed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "As if the ocean has some deep, personal connection to you," he muttered dismissively.

The atmosphere grew heavy with an unspoken tension, as Rafayel's words hung in the air. It was clear that he felt let down, hoping for a shared understanding that seemed to elude him once again.

Rafayel's frustration grew evident as he let out an exasperated huff, pushing away his bangs with an irritated sweep of his hand. "Look, we've got enough problems trying to win this damn classroom competition. We don't need you drowning yourself in the process." His head shook slightly, a clear expression of annoyance etched upon his face.

You felt a pang of regret wash over you, seeing the frustration etched on Rafayel's face. "Thanks for being worried, I guess," you mumbled, your tone tinged with a touch of bitterness. He could've said it nicely at the very least, you thought.

Feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over you for nearly getting yourself drowned, you quickly shifted your gaze to the expanse of the ocean stretched out before you.

The colors of the sea danced before your eyes, shifting seamlessly from the vibrant hues of turquoise to the deeper shades of indigo, as if an artist's brush had painted a masterpiece on the water's surface.

You couldn't help but wonder if there was a hidden world beneath the surface. Little did you know, you had been conversing with one of those hidden beings all along.

You noticed Rafayel's hands waving in front of your face, interrupting your oceanic reverie.

"I've heard the locals said that there is a mythical creature who roamed around this water, can you guess what it is?" His voice took on an eerie cadence. His head tilted slightly, as if he was assessing your reaction.

"Legend has it that those who make a pact with this sea creature are granted a special favor," he weave the tale as his gaze were penetrating your skin. "However," he paused, his words dripping with anticipation. "If one were to forget or break their oath, the consequences would be nothing short of catastrophic."

Drawing near, he leaned in, his voice a mere whisper in your ear. "They would face a fate far more harrowing than their most dreadful nightmares could ever conjure." His breath made your skin crawl, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

The tale he spoke of leave you with an eerie sense that there was more to this tale than met the eye. It was as if the threads of the story resonated with a deeper part of your being, stirring emotions and images that had long been dormant.

Yet, you shook off the discomfort, determined not to let Rafayel's words unravel your sense of reality, even as they lingered in your mind, leaving behind a lingering sense of unease.

With a light-hearted push, you nudge him away with your elbow, mustering a witty retort to maintain the casual banter. "Nice try, but I'm not one to fall victim to the legends of mermaids."

Unfazed, Rafayel continues to weave his tale, his voice dripping with a seductive charm. "How so? Don't their enchanting melodies and mysterious allure at least pique your curiosity?"

The weight of his words settled upon you, causing a shiver to ripple through your body. Yet, you maintain your composure, "Well, Rafayel," you taunt, "if mermaids are truly as captivating as you claim, perhaps I should take my chances. Who knows? Maybe I'll be the one to befriend a mermaid."

Oh, you already did and it was more than that.

Your soul remembers him, resonating with a familiarity that defies logic, while your conscious mind grapples with the mystery of who he truly is and where your paths have crossed before.

It's like your souls hold a hidden story, a shared history that teases the edges of your awareness, just beyond your grasp. The unspoken bond that lingers between you cannot be denied, as if your paths are intricately woven together, waiting to be unraveled.

In his presence, you find yourself both anchored and adrift, caught between the intangible and the tangible. The ties that bind you are not of this physical realm, but of a deeper dimension where emotions and memories intertwine like the ebb and flow of the tide.

There is a profound bond between you that goes beyond mere attraction, as if you have shared lifetimes together before.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the water, you and Rafayel became entranced by the moment, surrendering to the breathtaking beauty of the sea.

The scenery sparked a creative fire within you, the gentle dance of the waves mirrored the rhythm of your thoughts, as if the ocean had bestowed upon you the ideal theme for the upcoming classroom decoration competition. It was as if the universe had handed you a vibrant palette, ready to bring your ideas to life.

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as an idea began to take shape in your mind. "Hey, what if we choose the ocean as our theme? We could create an underwater wonderland, wouldn't that be cool?" you suggested, your voice filled with enthusiasm.

Rafayel eyes widened with surprise, he took a moment to consider the suggestion. "That's actually not bad," he shrugged, his tone casual yet intrigued. "We could use blue and turquoise hues to mimic the ocean's colors, and hang paper jellyfish and other sea creatures from the ceiling. It'll be like stepping into an enchanting underwater realm."

The two of you continued to brainstorm all the way home, ideas flowing like a current, as you imagined transforming your classroom into a captivating oceanic paradise.

As the sounds of crashing waves slowly faded into the distance, replaced by the comforting rhythm of your footsteps, a familiar banter and laughter filled the air. The easy camaraderie between you and Rafayel created a warm and comfortable atmosphere, where the worries of the day seemed to melt away.

Minutes passed by, as if time had lost its grip on the endless conversations and moments of solace shared with Rafayel. He was like a soothing balm for your weary soul, a safe haven where your restless mind could find peace. His presence was like a sanctuary, where the weight of your worries seemed to dissipate into thin air.

Regrettably, the front gate of your house loomed before you, signaling the end of this cherished connection. With a warm smile, you waved goodbye to Rafayel, a bittersweet farewell that left an ache in your heart. "We'll talk more later, see you at school tomorrow!" you called out, hoping to preserve the thread of conversation that had woven its way into your shared journey.

He reciprocated with a smile and a wave, his eyes following you until you disappeared behind the closed door. As the facade he wore crumbled, a torrent of emotions flooded Rafayel's mind the moment you were safely inside. Frustration tightened its grip, as he struggled to understand how something so vital between the two of you could slip from your memory.

However, a twisted sense of satisfaction settled within him, as he relished in the knowledge of your home, a piece of your personal life that he now possessed, fueling a dangerous determination to claim you as his own.

This was never your home, and it would never be, for he had vowed to create a sanctuary where only he could offer you peace and happiness you deserved.

He knew that he had to do more, to make you realize the depth of his feelings. With unwavering resolve, Rafayel promised himself that he would build a world for you, free from any disturbances or distractions.

No one else would have access to this sacred space; it would be an intimate domain that existed solely for him and you.

"Wait for me, my love. I'll show you how much I adore you."

© mitfloya 2024. Kindly refrain from altering, translating, or reposting my works on any platform without obtaining my consent.

[thedomesticanthropologist]

I'm not sure how many people pay attention to this, but Astarions tent area (inside and out) is not just blood splattered and mildly disorganized:

1) Dirty rags, blood and wine spills, rugs and pillows a bit haphazard, no proper bedding inside, empty blood bank jars everywhere, sleeps on a wooden palette rather than a bed roll

But the actual tent (yes I zoomed in and stared heavily at it shdjghfhdj)

It dirty.

It's SPLATTERED with dried mud and dirt, and I also noticed in comparison to his companions his tent is fairly small? And also kinda limp like he didn't wanna bother putting it up.

I bet this man hates putting together and tearing down camp SO MUCH that he just does the bare minimum and then trashes the place anyway. He's not going to voluntarily do laundry, he's not gonna clean the canvas, he's just here to put his shit together in some barely passable way.

And sure the exterior shows how he tries to decorate it in a way that's presentable, but he's decorating with dirty shit he won't scrub 😂

People, myself included to some degree, have chatted about why he is messy trauma wise but honestly I'm coming to the realization that he probably was, even in life, surrounded by servants to some degree.

He gives the air of being from money

I bet this little fool has never in his life had to wash his own clothes or clean a room. Even as a slave, when he was in Cazadors mansion he got trotted between the bunks where he only had minimal space to rest, (and a bunch of siblings he could probably manipulate into washing his socks for him if the servants didn't do it automatically ) and the Boudoir where he was to Look Pretty and Bend Over as requested

He never scrubbed floors in his life

Man's has never once cleaned a toilet

Astarion is living evidence that you can be severely neglected and abused while ALSO being 'spoiled' (in the sense that he never got to develop life skills bc the servants did it for him)

This really ties in with his personality and I think it's a nice touch. Cause what does he focus on keeping clean? HIM. He can do his hair, body washed, clothing IMPECCABLE. Man kept a shirt together for over a century without a single stain on it. But his SPACE ? His THINGS? neglected to the extreme

But yeah anyway, his tent is DIRTY and I'm pretty sure was originally a much more vibrant color too. Zoom in next time you get to camp you'll see what I mean

[james-is-here]

You're a staff member but also Chan's boyfi

"Okay, How much time do I have?" You ask as you walk into the room with a small glob of paint on your palm, shoving the paint tube into your back pocket before putting your palms together and grimacing slightly at the coldness.

"Not much. Five minutes? Maybe?" You met Chan at the center of the room, still spreading the paint around to try and warm it up. "Wait, where's the jacket?" "I thought you left it in the dressing room? We're still gonna have to blow dry the paint." He stood in front of you shirtless and only wearing slacks and a belt. "Oh right. So probably less than five minutes."

You sigh, separating your hands. "Alright, what's your plan this time Christopher?" You tilt your head and he chuckles. "Kiss me." You snicker, dropping your head as you giggle. "Sir, that's not very work appropriate." You lift your head and smile back at him.

You step closer, Chan lightly holding your hips as your hands hover by his neck. "It's still cold, just warning you." You mutter before leaning in and kissing him, placing your hands on his jaw, causing him to inhale sharply and pull away. "I told you it was cold!" "Didn't know it was that cold." "Don't worry, it'll be warmer soon." You smirk and pull him back in for a kiss.

You remove your hands from his jaw and place them on his pecs, then your right one on his abs as your left wraps around his right bicep. Then you pull back with a sigh. "Need more paint." You pout slightly and Chan's right hand moves to your ass, lingering slightly before he takes the paint out of your pocket and puts more on your palm. "You're enjoying this aren't you?" You smile, spreading the paint on your palms. "Very much."

Chan captures your lips again and you try your best to ignore the paint and simply act how you usually do, tilting your head and slipping your tongue past his lips, your hands dragging paint down his sides as you hold his waist then slide them to his lower back. You remove your right hand and press a hand print in the same spot, then one under his left shoulder blade, then your left hand moves to place a print directly on his right shoulder blade.

Your hands drag paint down his back, your left hand sliding to his left side and your right moving back down to his lower back then his hip. You resist pulling him closer and instead pull back and ask for more paint. Spreading the paint one last time, you place a hand at the base of his neck and smirk into the kiss he pulls you back into only for you to pull away again.

"Move this." "Mn, you can't." "Come on, it'd be so worth it and you know it." "Jagi, that is incredibly risky and you know it." "Channie, this whole thing is risky but Stay won't know. They'll just speculate but again you know it'll be worth it." Chan sighs, his hands removing themselves from your waist to shift the front of his pants down slightly only huffing when he realizes it'll be better to just undo his belt.

Once undone, he moves the waistband of his boxers out of the way before watching you place a handprint that would be sticking out from his waistband. "Yeah, Stay is gonna love that." "You are taking full responsibility." "Gladly."

Kissing him again, you move your hands back up and drag the rest of the paint on your palms down his chest, over his abs, basically trying to get the rest of the wet paint off your hands and he giggles against your lips when your hands find his waist and squeeze before smearing paint. "Okay, Okay, now you're just using me as a towel." He smiles as he pulls back and you squeeze his waist again. "Only slightly." You pull back enough to look at him and nod.

"Perfect." "Oh really? Maybe you should paint with Hyunjin." You look away from your handiwork and meet his eye. "In what context?" He laughs, jaw dropping at how fast you replied. "Oh, I don't know, maybe actual painting? On a canvas maybe?" Chan places the tube of paint back in your back pocket as he huffed out small laughs. "W-What do y-you mean what c-context?" He asked through his laughter.

"Have you seen Hyunjin? You may be my boyfriend but I am just a man who knows~" You drag out, poking his stomach and he flinches at the ticklish feeling. "How to appreciate~ good looking men." "How long have you been ogling Hyunjin?" He asks as you turn towards the door to leave, holding your hands behind your back. "Oh, I ogle all of you." You say quickly before spinning around and walking backwards. "Come on, gotta blow dry you." "I- Wait, no, come back here." He quickly checks the paint of the print on his pelvis before fixing his pants and following you.

You grin as he followed you but stop when you both notice Felix who was ready for his solo. "Woah, you sure went full out for this one." His eyes flick to the very low hand print before widening. "Who did it?" He asked as if it wasn't obvious but you still moved your hands from behind your back and showed him your hands. "Who else, Lix?" "Oh, right." He laughed before walking away.

"Okay, come on, I gotta wash my hands and you need blow dried." "You mean I need blown?" You drop your hands and glare at Chan who's smiling innocently with his usual dimples smile and wide grin. "Go." You point towards the group dressing room and he laughs. "I love you." He giggles as he kisses your cheek and walks to the room. "Whatever, I love you, too, I guess." You roll your eyes fondly and follow him with a small smile.

If you wash your hands later and there's a faint grey stain on your hands, you don't say anything. You'll let Chan find out when he cleans it off after his solo while you proceed to purchase a new paint that won't stain.

[cosmos-coma]

Hi i was wondering if you can do a Bucky fluffy angst (modern/college au if possible) where basically him and reader are friends through steve and both have a crush on each other but don't do anything about it considering bucky is sort of a playboy and thinks reader is way out of his league and reader is sort of shy and quiet and thinks bucky is way out of here league but get together in the end

College Crushes

A/N: WOW, I'm so sorry, This has been in my inbox for like 2 months and I just didn't realize???? sorry!! So I tried to write this one out as quick as I could!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 3011

Warnings: Little editing, Awkward goobers

Bucky Masterlist

Buy me a Coffee?

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“Y/n, did you hear what I said at all?” Your blond friend asked a small snort of laughter hidden in his voice. 

“Hmm,” you hummed, in something akin to agreement as you lifted your mug to take a sip. 

Steve smiled, but gave you a knowing look, even if you were too distracted to receive it. He knew your painting was due at the end of this week, hence why you had been spending so much time in the studio after class hours, getting lost in the smell of acrylic and the smallest brushstrokes.

“I said: ‘You know you’re drinking paint water, right…?’” He said, barely holding back his snicker.

“Uh huh…” You mumbled, “Yeah, I totally hear what you're saying….” you continued, taking a large sip from your mug, to which your face immediately soured, and quickly spit out the paint-clouded water back into your mug. “Oh, gross! Steve!!” you complained and wiped the dribble from your face, almost undoubtedly replacing it with yet another smear of paint.

Steve was fully laughing now, shaking his head at your accidental antics, “I tried to warn you…” 

You punched his shoulder lightly, delving into your own laughter as you reached for your actual drinking mug now, “Don't laugh at me…. Punk.” you grinned and took a much-needed sip from your new mug. Steve always had a good way of putting your shyness at ease. 

He only grinned and brushed off your ‘devastating assault’, “I really do think you’re just about done… I know you still think you have a lot left, but I’d hate to see you overwork something like this.” Steve nudges you, and he would know. The two of you met not long into your freshman year, the both of you being art majors and all. While Steve tended to focus on graphite and charcoal as his medium, you had your heart covered in paint splatters from the very start. Whether oil or acrylics you found your home smoothing them across a canvas even if they didn’t always end up how you liked. 

You were thankful to have Steve, not only for his friendship which brought you out of your shell,  but also for his artistic eye; Because of your difference in mediums, Steve was always one of the first to be able to tell you if you were beginning to lose your themes by doing too much and vice versa. 

You sighed and leaned back from your painting, looking over the piece as a whole instead of its individual parts, “You’re probably right…” You scratched some of the old paint off your hand and tilted your head to the side as you continued thoughtfully, “and I can always add to it after it's graded…. Okay, you’re right… You’re right!” you held up your hands in surrender as you started packing your things away. You knew a break was for the best, and your rumbling stomach firmly agreed. 

Steve snorted and stood up with his things, “Come on, let’s get lunch before our classes start. I’m buying.”

“Well, I’ll never say no to that,” you grinned and headed out as you finished packing up the last of your things.  

You smiled as you two walked down the busy sidewalk and out of campus toward your favorite lunch spot. You finally spoke up, “Sooo, What’s the catch here?”

“No catch,” Steve smiled at you simply, “I’m just trying to be a friend worth their salt, you know?”

Steve was always a great friend, but today he was being awfully nice… maybe even too nice? As you glanced over you could see the smallest glint in the corner of his eyes. “I dunno…. “ you drawled out as you bumped him, “buying me lunch at my favorite spot when it's already so far out of our way..? Seems suspicious to me,” you observed casually with a quick shrug. 

For a moment his perfect smile faltered and his far-too-honest and good-hearted nature got the best of him, “So… I know you’re not really a party person…”

“Steve…” You groaned.

He held his hands up, “But hear me out! It won't be too loud, and there’ll be plenty of people there…. Chances are you won't have to talk to anyone if you don't really want to, but I thought it would be a nice way to get out on a Saturday night…” Steve tried to argue. 

Pursing your lips you gave him a long look, searching him for something else, “Why do you really want me to go, Steve?” 

The blond man sighed as if he really thought he might’ve had you that time, “Bucky is gonna be there….”

You shook your head so quickly you thought you’d get whiplash, “Nope. No. I’m not doing it. Sorry Steve, I can’t. I think I would actually rather drink the paint water again.”

Bucky had been, hm- how do you put this lightly? From your very first meeting, Bucky had consumed your thoughts and shaken your heart. Steve had introduced the two of you a while back now, wanting the two of his closest friends to finally get to know each other. But once you two finally met you just clammed up. You didn't even mean to! But you saw those unbelievably blue eyes and you heard his full-bodied laugh and you haven’t caught your breath since. But of course, you weren't the only one who felt this way, and you'd be silly to think so. Everyone wanted a piece of Bucky, whether for just a night, a week, or something longer and you knew you had nothing on your competition. You were far too quiet, you always had paint somewhere on your face, and you were anything but a party person. You preferred to spend your evening in with whatever takeout you could afford that week- and maybe a small game night if you were feeling especially social. But You were leagues away from what Bucky deserved, let alone from the people he’d picked and chosen from before. Yet Steve still seemed relentless in his will to bring you two together since you’d confided your feelings in him. 

He sighed and plucked out his wallet to pay for your food, “Y/n, please? I know you’re a little nervous when it comes to Buck, but there’ll be plenty of other people around to buffer and It's been a long time since we’ve all been together…” he said, looking over at you.

God, you shouldn’t have looked at those big blue golden retriever eyes…. And following a moment of hesitation, you nodded, “I… I guess I can- yeah, okay, I’ll go… just for 20 minutes,” you finally caved with a sigh, thinking only, “What am I getting myself into?”

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Taking a deep breath you stared at the house before you. The party wasn’t crazy or overflowing yet, but there was still a handful of people outside already trying to get a break from the noise and crowd. 

“Just 20 minutes?” Steve asked beside you, his well-meaning smile giving you an iota of comfort.

You nodded, giving him a small reassuring smile and a thumbs up. You smoothed out your sweater beneath your hands, it was your favorite one- comfortable, didn't have any smudges on it, and you thought the color looked rather nice on you. It was just 20 minutes. You could go in and awkwardly talk about something for 20 minutes, right? And if not- Well, there’s always punch.

With a short breath of confidence, you headed through the doors. A small sea of people spread out about as far as you could see, with little gaps here and there for people to sneak through or join in the already existing conversations. You bobbed your head gently along with the music, searching the crowds as you made your way through the dimly lit rooms.

It was an achingly slow start to 20 minutes, most of your time being spent sipping punch while Steve talked to anybody and everybody as if he was personally running for mayor. So you stood quietly, nodding and smiling when people laughed and making expressions that seemed to match the conversation as you looked around for anyone you knew. The whole buzz of endless conversation seemed to get monotonous and verge on overwhelming as you listened in, until a particular laugh rang out, one that was hearty and familiar and made your heart rattle in its wake. 

You turned to confirm your suspicions and lo and behold there he was. Across the room, through the sea of people, you could see Bucky standing there like a lighthouse promising safe harbor.   His blue eyes squinted with laughter as he flashed the whitest smile and made some retort you hate that you couldn’t hear. Just the sight of him made your whole body heat up pleasantly, your lips splitting into a wide smile as your eyes just refused to leave him. 

It was only when he happened to glance over that you realized you were still staring, but he didn’t seem bothered. No, he simply grinned and raised his hand above the crowd to get your attention, urging you to stay where you were while he made his way over. 

Only his path got intercepted. 

A bright, bubbly girl maneuvered up beside him with no problem from the crowd, her arms wrapping around his bicep as she pulled him in possessively close. If that didn’t make your stomach turn enough, the kiss she planted right on his cheek surely did. 

You couldn’t even think enough hide the way your face fell, your whole posture deflating beneath you as your stomach dropped to the floor. “Hey, Steve…?” your voice squeaked out, your throat closed like a vice as you couldn’t pull your eyes away. “I’m gonna walk home, okay? I’ll see you later, I just- I need to go…” You managed to get out, not waiting around to hear out whatever argument he had to urge you to stay. 

“Y/n? Y/n, wait-” The blond urged as he looked around, immediately spotting Bucky and the unfamiliar girl he was trying to shake off, “Wait- It’s dark out, don’t walk alone!” Steve called back to you, but his only answer was the click of the closing door over the murmurs of the crowd. He went to say his briefest goodbyes and run after you when he felt a familiar hand on his shoulder. “Buck?” 

“I’ll go after her,” Bucky assured him, his face worried and serious as you ran off into the night by yourself, “You stay here, I’ll walk her home.” he finished before quickly making his own way out the front door and down the dark street. 

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You huffed an angry sigh and shoved your hands deep into your all-too-shallow pockets. “Why am I even upset?” you thought to yourself with a biting tone, “you’re the one who's out of his league! You’ve said so yourself! Shouldn’t you just be happy he has someone that will be better for him…?”

“I hate parties…” you mumbled as you passed beneath the streetlight, pulling your foot back to kick the small rock resting on the sidewalk. “Aaaand of course I missed…. ” you think bitterly as your foot whiffs right past the rock, not even a bit of movement to prove your effort. 

“Hey…” A low familiar voice sounded out behind you, its owner coming closer as they jogged up to your side “What did that rock ever do to you?” Bucky grinned at you, half joking as he fell into step beside you. 

“Bucky…?” you breathed, your mood already lightening at the mere presence of it, but you quickly tamped it down, “Oh, right well… The rock…uh, tried to mug me” you half-heartedly joked, “ Really put me between a rock and a hard place, if you know what I mean. But don't worry, I beat it off.” You said with an awkward laugh, internally kicking yourself for such a bad joke and with a pun to top it off at that. 

But Bucky still snorted a laugh, his thumb jabbing back in the rock's direction as you both continued on, “You want me to go back there and kick it for you?” 

You grinned and shook your head, “No, No, that's okay… I think it's learned its lesson…”

You two walked in comfortable silence for a moment, a small smile resting on your face, but inside your heart still weighed heavy upon you. 

“Why did you leave...?” Bucky finally asked and for a moment you swore you heard something akin to hurt in his voice, “I had finally gotten a chance to see you again.” he said, quickly adding, “I just mean… it’s been a while since you, me, and Steve got to hang out. I, ah… guess I’ve sort of missed it with everything going on…”

You tried to ignore the way your heart squeezed in your chest and looked down at your wringing hands as you answered, “I just… It was getting too much for me,” you lied, thinking back to the confident kiss that girl planted on his cheek, “and I didn’t want to distract you from your time with… other people.”

Bucky furrowed his brow as he listened and stepped in closer to you as you hit a dark stretch of broken streetlamps. He was so close now, you could smell the faint scent of cologne coming up from his jacket. Your hands, both chilled by the late fall air, brushed together as you walked in time, though neither of you were brave enough to reach to the other. 

“You mean that girl from before?” He motioned back to the now-distant party as he spoke, “I’m not even sure who that was.” He laughed a bit, “she said her friends dared her to kiss me, but I’m not sure….” 

The weight of your heart eased significantly as you took in a quiet breath of relief, “that seems… huh…” you said as you frowned and rounded the corner, you could see the porchlight your house now and the keys jingled around your pocket as you tried to fish out the right one. 

“I agree…” Bucky said, letting out an exaggerated shudder. Despite the lights now populating your last few steps home Bucky’s protective presence did not waver, his shoulders brushing against yours now and again as you stepped up onto the porch and took out your keys.

Despite fumbling with them you finally manage to open the front door and take half a step inside, “Thank you for walking me home, Buck,” you smiled, “and threatening to beat up a rock for me...” 

That pearly white grin nearly blinded you despite the dark of night, “Of course, I’m always happy to rough up a pebble for you- but uh, I might draw the line at boulders, just so you know.” 

You bit your lip as you chucked, feeling butterflies bounce around your stomach uncontrollably, “Noted…. I should probably let you go before Steve does something stupid and heroic… But I’ll see you soon?” you proposed as you leaned into the doorframe, “Goodnight, Buck…”

He couldn't restrain the grin that parted his lips at the prospect of seeing you again so soon, and seemed to stumble over himself as he backed down the short staircase, “Right… right, I should- Goodnight, y/n…” His grin never left as he finally turned to leave…

… But something stopped him at the bottom of the stairs, “Wait-” He interjected into the silence. His lips tightened as he seemed to fight with himself for a moment, before finally turning back to you with a look of nervous determination in his eyes.

“Y/n, I…” his words paused as he searched for the next ones, his whole demeanor had shifted, not quite the suave confident soul you had always seen, but an endearingly awkward version of him. “I don't know if I’ll ever have the guts to say this again, but I- Y/n, I really like you…” Bright blue eyes met yours as you continued. 

“You’re thoughtful and genuine, and you always have paint on your face- even now-” He laughed softly, pointing to his ear.

“Oh, Shit-” you mumbled, rubbing it off quickly. 

“But it’s what I love about you. You do what you love and you pour yourself into it every time. And even though you’re quiet, when you do speak your words say volumes. You're funny, and kind, and just… so far beyond me that I know I don’t have a chance, but I just had to try why I still had the nerve.” He rushed to finish, ending with a deep breath as he urged himself to wait for your answer. 

Your face burned with the full heat of the sun as you tried to take in Bucky's words, He thought you were out of his league????

“You… I…. “ You had to laugh, your heart so unbelievably light as it all really hit you- he liked you!  You! 

“Bucky, are you serious..? I’ve had a crush on you from the moment I met you. You smiled and laughed and I haven’t been the same ever since.” You rubbed your blushing cheeks, trying to will away the embarrassing hue as you continued, softer, “But you could have anyone- there’s always people falling at your feet, I just figured I could never compete with the likes of them…” 

Wait, you liked him too? You said you liked him too?? With newfound confidence Bucky took another step forward, his fingers reaching out to you in invitation, which you gladly accepted. “You’re right… You could never compete with them,” he started, “ It simply wouldn’t be fair to make them compete in something they could never dream of winning.”

Your cheeks hurt from the sheer force of your smile and as you looked down at your linked fingers you swore your heart would fly away. 

“Um… Bucky, can I-”

“Please” He rushed, his own grin spanning from ear to ear as he leaned in for a kiss.

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Janis Imi'ike x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Trigger Warning: shameless flirting, cringy pick up lines, two anarchists in love (sry not sry)

Request:

please do a Janis x reader where the reader is new at school and doesn’t want to get into the social pyramid and they are outcasts together idk some fluffy stuff

Mean Girls requests are open.

Janis Imi'ike would be lying if she wasn't enamored by the new girl. She was just so cool. For starters, the Plastics offered her a spot at their table, and she swiftly shot them down, opting for a seat by herself in the lunch room. Watching Regina's face fall as she tried to hide the shock with a scowl was honestly Janis's favorite thing to ever happen. Additionally, they shared three classes: chemistry, English, and, most importantly, art. That was how Janis learned how amazing the new girl was with a paintbrush as she finished an art assignment on the inner self.

"Ms. (L/n)," the teacher cleared his throat, analyzing the canvas. On it displayed the brain on fire. A worry line slowly appeared on the teacher's face before a forced smile fell on his lips as he put the canvas back onto the easel. "Would you like the pleasure of explaining your art as a way to also get to know everyone a bit better?"

It was obvious that (Y/n) didn't want to as she pondered for a moment. "Okay, yeah, sure." (Y/n) stood up, removing the smock that covered her clothes. Though, the paint did find its way to her hands, arms, and face. Janis watched intently, her chin resting on her fist. She knew that if Damian was there, she would be receiving the biggest side-eye in the entire world. Thankfully, within the four walls of the classroom, she was safe from his judgmental stare as she admired the girl from afar. "My name is (Y/n). My art on the inner self represents how I feel the school system is doing more harm than good by frying our brains as they mold us into the people they want us to be rather than the people we want to be." (Y/n) said, sitting back down as the teacher stared in shock.

After a moment, he cleared her throat as he looked around. The other students, with the exception of Janis, seemed to be just as shocked and in a brief moment of confusion. "Right, right… Thank you, (Y/n)." He said, feeling slightly resigned as he plopped back into his chair. He had the sudden realization that one, he didn't get paid enough for this shit, and two, she was going to be a brilliant artist one day using her political ideologies to guide her.

Janis stared brightly at the girl but quickly looked away when they made eye contact with each other. Janis didn't notice the girl approaching her work. It was a small version of her with Cady and Damian with music notes and horror movies stitched over her paint strokes. "Your work is really cool." (Y/n) said, startling Janis, who looked over. She was at a loss for words. She had so much she wanted to say but couldn't. She finally understood how Cady felt about Regina and Aaron. "Are they your friends? I've seen you with him, but who is she? Your girlfriend?" The girl inquired, pointing over at Cady.

"Cady? No, no. She is not my girlfriend. She's cool and all but not for me." Janis said, waving off the feeling of embarrassment that wanted to stain her cheeks a bright shade of red. There was a small hint of a smile on (Y/n)'s lips as she listened to Janis. "I- I notice you sit alone at lunch. Is there anyone I can convince you to sit with Damian and me?" Janis offered, a feeling of dread settling on her chest as she feared rejection.

However, the familiar blow never hit. "Yeah, sure, as long as you're not a part of whatever weird social pyramid scheme that the rest of the school seems to be in." She said as the bell rang. Grabbing her bag, (Y/n) offered Janis a wave that caused Janis to feel like she was floating momentarily. While Cady described the feeling she had for Regina and Aaron to make her feel 'stupid with love,' Janis felt confident. (Y/n) was so beautiful and they shared so many of the same ideas (though she only knew two of them). Janis couldn't help but find herself crushing on (Y/n).

At lunch the next day, (Y/n) showed up, standing behind Janis. "Excuse me, ma'am," Damian smirked over to Janis when (Y/n) began speaking. Janis went red as she looked behind her with a sheepish smile. "I might not be a photographer, but I could see us together." (Y/n) said playfully as she sat next to Regina. Once again, she had rendered the very outspoken Janis speechless. Damian could almost applaud the action teasingly, but he could see how nervous his best friend was. Mercy was Janis's friend that day, and Damian accepted that.

When Janis still said nothing, Damian stepped in to transfer the attention onto himself. "So, (Y/n), Janis tells me you're an amazing artist. Are you entering the art show with Janis?" He questioned, hoping the new conversation would help Janis ease herself out of the shell she had put herself in. "I heard there was potential scholarship money for the winner," Damian added, trying to recall everything that Janis had shared with him. Janis looked over at (Y/n), wondering if she was going to put her artwork in, too.

"Yeah, I was considering it. I was looking through the categories. I was thinking about doing a portrait, but anything I could create would never achieve what Janis's art does." She said, glancing over at Janis who perked up at the mention of the category. She wouldn't want to compete with (Y/n), but she was curious to see what she could paint. "But, there are several different sub-categories with different awards. I might do that so I could get a sense of the competition for next year. I like to scout the competition before entering my work so I know how hard I have to go."

Damian nodded thoughtfully, gently kicking Janis under the table so she would finally say something. "I think you should enter. Your work is amazing. Like the Brain on Fire piece? It was so amazing, and Mr. Callahan didn't even know what to say. You're are speaks volumes. I hope you do enter." Janis gushed unintentionally, hoping she wasn't rambling. Pink dust covered (Y/n)'s cheeks as she looked down in order to allow her hair to hide the blush and the smile that was growing on her face.

Finally, giving herself grace since she knew it was a natural reaction, she looked up at Janis. "Okay, I'll consider it. I am working on something new. I've been going to the art room every free period to work on it." She said thoughtfully at first as she grew more confident. "I think it could work. Mr. Callahan says it looks amazing so far. Though, I think he's scared of me." (Y/n) jested, causing Janis to laugh. Mr. Callahan did indeed keep his distance after (Y/n)'s response last class. "Wait until he finds out I'm a pyromaniac anarchist who loves putting fire and politics in my art to spread my messages." She said with a giant smirk. Janis didn't know she could fall more until that moment and the weeks that followed.

"Hello, may I have your attention please?" Principal Duvall's voice filled the halls just in time for morning announcements. Janis barely had it in her to pay attention since she was texting (Y/n). For about three weeks now, she had been flirting and trying to build the courage to ask (Y/n) on a date. "I want to first announce that there are two students we need to wish luck to. Miss Janis Imi'ike and Miss (Y/n) (L/n) are finalists at the Illinois Art Expo this Saturday. Go lions! Even for art." Principal Duvall said as Damian looked over at Janis cheering 'Art! Art! Art!' Janis could barely think for a moment as she went to text (Y/n), only to receive a congratulations message first.

At lunch, Janis was excited to see (Y/n) in person since the announcement. She was practically buzzing with excitement to ask if she wanted to go with her and Damian. So much so that Damian gently reminded her to calm down because she was shaking the table as her knee bounced in participation. "Hey, Damian," (Y/n) greeted as she sat beside Janis. "Hello, my fellow finalist." (Y/n) winked, nudging Janis softly with her elbow. There was a giant grin on her face, showing that she was just as excited as Janis was.

"Hey, congratulations on being a finalist. I knew that you would be. Quick question, by the way… Since Cady is going with her mom somewhere this weekend, there is enough room on Damian's hot ride. Do you want to come with us on Saturday?" Janis questioned as Damian instinctively smirked at the two. He did it every time one of them joined the other. "I promise it'll be a safe ride. If we hit a bump, I'll hold you close."

(Y/n) looked over at Janis, a small smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "I know you would, babe. I want to say yes but my dad wants to take me." She said with a soft pout. But none of that mattered because Janis was stuck on the fact that (Y/n) had just called her babe. Janis smiled to herself as Damian looked over to see if she'd say something. "I definitely will find you when I get there. I want to see your work. I'm excited to see what you've done." (Y/n) put a hand on Janis's knee gently, and Janis's already red cheeks turned maroon as she smiled more.

That Saturday, the art expo was buzzing, and (Y/n) found herself waiting on Janis at the front while her father wandered through the building to look at the other artworks. "Hey, you," (Y/n) turned to see Janis and Damian riding in on a scooter. A laugh bubbled through her chest as she looked over at them with her brows raised. "Like our sweet ride?" Janis questioned as Damian went up the ramp to make his way over to them. Janis got off, wrapping her arms around (Y/n) as Damian parked the scooter by the bike rack, and put a bike security chain on it to make sure no one drove away with it.

"I love it," (Y/n) chuckled, allowing her arms to envelope Janis, too with a smile. Their cheeks were both burning, but neither broke the hug. "I definitely wasn't expecting it. I thought Damian would be coming in a car with the bass-boosting Nicki Minaj or Beyonce."

Damian gasped, pleased by how well (Y/n) knew him. "You know me too well." He wiped a fake tear away as he approached the two with a grin. He didn't want to interrupt their moment, but it was cold outside and he was ready to see the works that they had been talking up so much (even though neither one of them had seen it yet. "Let's go, lesbian, let's go." He gently gestured for them to go inside, causing them to hesitantly spill up and head inside as they headed for the North Shore High table.

On one side of the table was a group portrait of Cady, Damian, (Y/n), and Janis. "Wow, Janis," (Y/n) grinned widely. "This is freaking incredible." She had to resist her fingers tracing the string that was stitched into the canvas, over Janis's broad brushstrokes. She was constantly amazed by Janis's works and talents. "You won first place!" (Y/n) pointed over at the ribbon. As she looked back at Janis, she noticed the girl wasn't paying attention. Instead, Janis's focus was on (Y/n)'s work.

Nerves exploded in (Y/n)'s chest as she hoped Janis liked it. It was a portrait of Janis with poetry placed around her in calligraphy. Her jaw was dropped as she looked over at (Y/n). Before (Y/n) could say anything, Janis kissed her deeply. Her eyes widened before she kissed back, her hands moving to the back of Janis's neck to pull her closer. Damian looked around for a brief moment before slipping away to give them privacy. "I've never been captured like that before," Janis spoke in a hushed tone, smiling at (Y/n).

"Well, I've been trying to figure out how to ask you on a date since the day I first talked to you. I figured this might be the best icebreaker." (Y/n) said, pressing soft kissing to Janis's cheek. Janis grinned at the action, biting her lip. "I wanted to paint you because nothing makes me feel more passionate than when I think of you. You've encouraged me to go after what I love in art and you've helped me grow. Not only as an artist but as a person." (Y/n) expressed, her fingers intertwining their fingers gently. She was thankful that Janis felt the same since she was nervous about how the art would be perceived.

"I love it," Janis's breath was absolutely taken away by the art and over the fact she kissed (Y/n). "And, I like you, too. I thought you were cool before we officially met. But your Brain of Fire art piece is what made me fall for you. You were so cool and outspoken. I really like that about you. I just really like you." Janis shared with a soft smile. (Y/n) grinned at this before kissing Janis again. Happiness swelled through the two, and the Art Expo around them seemed to fade as they stayed in each other's arms for a couple more long moments.

As (Y/n) pulled away, she kissed Janis's cheek gently. "My dad is going to be looking for me at some point. I should go find him. I'll pick you up at six on Saturday?" She waited a moment for Janis to nod. (Y/n) grinned widely before waving back at Janis. She couldn't believe that they had finally kissed. She couldn't wait for their date. Everything felt like it was finally falling into place in her life, and she felt excited and lucky to experience that with Janis.

A voice broke her from her thoughts, causing her to turn around. "(Y/n), wait," Janis called, holding the canvas with (Y/n)'s work. (Y/n)'s brows rose as she looked at Janis. "Don't forget your artwork." She said, passing the canvas over.

(Y/n) shook her head, pushing it back into Janis's hands gently. "It's for you, Janis Imi'ike." She teased out Janis's last name as she winked back at the girl. "I'll see you later, babe." And just like that, she left Janis there with her heart beating quickly and a stupid grin on her lips because she called her babe.

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The Saga of Hermitcraft on r/Place (1 April 2022 - 4 April 2022)

On the 1st of April 2022, Reddit unveiled a white blank canvas where every user had the ability to place one colored pixel in every 5 minutes. At its height, about 4 million people participated in one of the biggest internet collaborations ever made. The ripple effects reverberated into news reports as far away as Turkey, and the final canvas represents a snapshot of the multiple communities, events, memes, and what was popular around the world at that time.

This is a documentation of the Hermitcraft mural on r/place 2022.

aka.

Remember what I said about my latest ficbind being a distraction? This is what I wanted to be distracted from.

After Reddit's API fiasco of this year and the subsequent controversial event that was r/place 2023, I decided to save as much documentation about the 2022 event as I could. Luckily, I remember how there are already a series of posts by @riacte who documented the progress of the Hermitcraft mural throughout the whole event, from beginning to end. Her blogposts form the bulk of this book (like, 95%!) and I cannot thank her enough for preserving the happenings of the block men mural.

With that said, I quickly realized that someone who's not a Hermitcraft fan - or me if I'm older - might not get the gist of who's who on the mural. The solution? Make several pages dedicated to just listing who's who on the murals! Because of the sheer number of heads, the mural was divided into several pieces for easier labeling. As a bonus, I also threw in another mural nearby which was connected enough to the Hermitcraft community.

For consistency's sake and preserving focus, I decided to not label the peeps from Dream SMP or the MCC secondary mural. Wrangling Microsoft Word to create an infographic was hard enough, let alone 3! If I inadvertently left out a few bits of extra context from this decision, mea culpa.

When it came to typesetting the entire text block, I decided to make some consistent rules. Titles denoting each day or stage of the mural are on their own pages. New sections are titled using the Bahnschrift font and colored blue, while the first paragraph has their beginning lines look Minecraft-coded and topped with a drop cap (aka. those super-large alphabets).

The names of Hermitcraft and Minecraft players in general are bolded when they first appear in the text. Afterwards, they are bolded if they are contextually important to what's being said.

Extra context would be placed in the footnotes section at the bottom of the page. This is also where I dump some background information that would be invaluable for any readers who aren't Minecraft fans, which is why the SpaceX page looked like... uh, that.

My image policy is to go with the flow; I used as many images from riacte's posts as possible, but I also added-in some of my own if more context is needed. Placing them to look smooth with the text was harder - some are small enough to not cause any problems, others are large enough to fill entire pages without any problems, but a few like the Dream SMP mural (hey there! I managed to put you in!) are too wonky to fit perfectly without leaving no empty spaces.

So in that mural's case, I placed them to the side and let the contextual text flow around it. This principle was also used for the Dota2 / Love Live images and in a few other places throughout the book. The biggest case of this are the few images that are just too wide.

Like this one.

Making double-page spreads is not the easiest thing to do in Microsoft Word, and there are a few r/place images that are too wide to fit perfectly in a single page. Confining them to one page would also mean losing all their details, so making them a double-page spread was necessary.

Didn't make it easy though, especially when there are paragraphs of text and other images that needed to be shuffled around. Mess up the double-page images, and they won't meet in the middle. Mess up the text and other pics? There goes the layout and overall flow!

In the end, making this book took a lot longer than I expected, but I am still grateful to have made this as I have now read through many posts from Tumblr, Reddit, and even Youtube - people expressing joy that they have collectively made something together. I can only hope I have made some justice to them by compiling their work and (even if a small sliver) preserving their testaments.

May this r/place be remembered.

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗’𝖘 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖊

Dazai was the winner from my last post so here you all go!

Sorry if this isn't up to expectations but I wanted to get this out quickly. Also happy birthday Dazai as much as I dislike you.

TW- Stalking

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Dazai’s face was littered with tears and his cheeks glowed red. He stared down at the floor of the trashed art of his old muse. The cut-up pictures of Ango were scattered on the floor with pictures of Oda and himself.

He wiped his tears and picked up a picture of Oda off the ground. He looked at it with his blurry vision admiring Oda. He then picked up everything off the floor and started to throw the drawings and paintings away.

A couple of weeks after Oda's passing, Dazai was in his room trying to revive his hobby of painting. He sighed angrily at his creation which was not satisfying to his eyes. Out of rage, he threw the canvas to the ground which knocked down his paints. “Oh great! Just my day!” He sarcastically said as he grabbed his coat to go out to town and buy paints.

As he walked down the rainy streets and into the art store something caught his eye. A bit interested he started to follow the strange entity that caught his attention. To his surprise, it was you, a basic human trying to live their life. How strange that his interest was peeked at a basic low-life human.

Was it because of your pure beauty, He stared at you getting a closer look at your flaws. Many of them caught his eyes but yet you looked like a Rococo-style painting. How your skin was just a huge completion to your whole body. He scaredly walked away and went to buy what he needed. He couldn’t get you out of his head yet these feelings were just utterly strange and unsettling to him.

The walk back to his house was silent only the memories of you playing in his mind.

The next couple of weeks were just complete dreams of you and paintings filled with your presence. He didn’t get to see a glimpse of your face, oh how he wished to see you’re face but he’ll never see you again in a big town like this. He wouldn’t call it an obsession but a great admiration for you just like Oda.

Would you fill the hole in his heart? The whole that was created of his friend's death? Would you make his life worth living as to what had Oda done to him?

He took a walk downtown trying to clear his mind with the rain that splashed the ground. He soon saw you again. It couldn’t be you. It was a figment of his imagination. But even if it was he would still follow. He followed where you were going making sure no one saw him. He didn’t notice that his speed was going faster and faster until he bumped into you.

“I-I uh…I’m sorry” He muttered picking up what you had dropped. He picked up your small journal gazing at the small sketch of a cat. He stood up giving you the journal as he gazed at the floor. “It’s no problem,” You said as your lips turned into a soft smile. He shyly looked up and got to see your face. A face created by the gods themselves. He didn’t know how to continue this conversation as to being embarrassed.

You thanked him again and you started to make your way back to your walk. “Wait! Would you like to come over to my house? I took notice that you have a hobby of drawing.” He said not realizing how a bit strange he was, to his surprise you agreed with him.

(I'm just going to time-jump, this story is just a whole Yap)

After a couple of months of your friendship, you two grew closer than before. Dazai was still in strange behavior as his drawings and paintings were just you. To his surprise, you didn't mind being his muse and even posed a few paintings for him and dressed up. He didn't know how to comfort these strange feelings that warmed his heart.

“Belladonna…” Dazai muttered as he painted the canvas in front of him. “Oh how I can’t get rid of you out of my mind,” He said to himself carefully making sure your perfection wasn’t missed.

“One day I'll tell you these strong desires to be with you. But yet it seems that faith would have to bring us back again…like before

[notsofunsenpai]

The two played a tea party for about thirty to forty-five minutes,Charlie let's out a small yawn,rubbing her eyes with her little hands.

Alastor smiles at her,"Awww,is someone sleepy?"

Charlie nods her head,slowly at her dad,"eepy..".

Alastor chuckles,"Alright,come here." He said, picking her up,taking her to the couch,putting a soft ducky blanket onto her as he lays her down. He kisses her head,"Enjoy your rest, darling."he says softly, watching his daughter close her eyes slowly before falling asleep. Before leaving to check up on Luficer,Alastor puts a large pillow next to Charlie so she doesn't accidentally fall off and hurt herself. He finds his lover in the laundry room,putting tons of towels along with his pajamas into the washer,even adding some laundry soap to it.

"I see you had quite the morning with your daughter. " Alastor chuckles,watching Lucifer groan as he presses a button to start the washer.

"Let's just say i had a lot to clean up along with getting toliet water on my jammies. It wasn't an idea, but it makes moments like this memorable. "Lucifer said,smiling.

"Well, maybe it would go smoothly if someone didn't accidentally mistake baby shampoo for adult shampoo like last time . It is literally a different color. The baby shampoo is purple with a tear drop on it, and it says baby on it -" Alastor teased lightly.

"It was one time! I said I'd be more careful from now on!" Lucifer pouts.

"Just glad you didn't get your eyes scratched out." Alastor chuckles,resting a hand on his lover's grabbable waist.

"Heh,i was lucky this time." Lucifer says softly,leaning in to kissing his lover who, in return, kisses back.

The kiss was gentle,and so was Alastor,he would never hurt his other half. No matter how evil people make him out to be,Lucifer was the first one to ever trust him and show him feelings besides fear.

The kiss had him feeling excited?

No,that wasn't the right word.

Giddy?

Maybe,whatever that word was he needed -

No, he wanted more of his lover's affection as he deepened the kiss,bringing his lover closer to him.

Lucifer felt himself become warm all over,his ears were warm along with his cheeks as he was getting devoured by his lover. His pale hands go to Alastor's hair,getting tangled as the kiss gets more heated.

Alastor is grinning,kiss by kiss as his hands are now going up into Lucifer's black shirt he was wearing,hearing him whimper.

"Again. I need to hear that again, Applepie." Alastor demand,feeling like he's going crazy.

"Please.." he weakly added before his ears perk up,hearing some rustling followed by a whine.

"Charlie's awake dear.." Alastor said,mumbling into Lucifer's neck.

Lucifer laughs,"I'll take care of her. Go take a few minutes to cool down Bambi."

"Thank you, dear." The taller male kisses his lover once more

one more time

Okay, one more time

"Baby."

"Right, sorry." Alastor quickly said,wagging his little tail.

"So cute." Lucifer said before kissing his cheek,then goes to his awake daughter.

Lucifer gives his daughter a smile,"Good morning, my little Princess!" He said, picking her up,fixing some of her hair.

"Mamaaa!" She giggles,giving her mama a hug.

Lucifer nearly melts," You're too cute." He hugs her back lovingly,"Do you still wanna play tea party, or do you wanna play something else?" He asked.

"Colwrr!!"

"Coloring! Okay,let me get your crayons and coloring books." Lucifer said, setting his daughter down,getting some of her drawing stuff, then setting them down on the brown table.

Charlie grabs one of the crayons and one of the books. At first, she goes inside the lines, but then she starts squibbling over the page.

Lucifer sat down next to her, also coloring,making sure he didn't mess up on his coloring. He was so focused that he didn't realize Charlie was now drawing on the table. She drew shapes and letters and even wrote her name.

She stands on her stubby little feet,going to walls, thinking it's a canvas she can use,and starts drawing.

Alastor walks in,feeling calmer until he sees the drawings all over the place,and his oh so beautiful lover also not watching their daughter.

Charlie sees her dad and runs to him,hugging his leg,"Daa,look!!" She excited said, pointing to her drawings on the wall.

Alastor's eye twitch,smiling as he picks her up,"They are so beautiful, darling." He said, holding her.

"Lucifer Morningstar. Honey."

The sound of his full name being called made the blonde flinch as he realized he got distracted,slowly looking at the drawings on the wall. Realizing he fucked up big time,then he looks at his partner who was smiling but also looked like he wanted to murder him. He gulps,"Doesn't our wall look more lovely? We needed to get rid of some of that boring blanknest anyhow! Haha.." he nervously says.

"Clean. It. Up.Now." was all Alastor said,"Come on dear,let's get you change into something different. " he says to Charlie,who nods her head happily.

Lucifer wasted no time in cleaning the walls and table.

Alastor takes Charlie to her room,he picks out a yellow shirt with a duck in a rainhat on,drinking juice with matching duck shorts for her to wear, which she absolutely loved. He also brushed her hair,it was slighlty messy from when she was napping. He humms as he brushes out some knots as she sits on his lap.

"Dada angy at mwama?" Charlie suddenly asked,looking up at her father,who tilts her head down for a bettle angel for brushing.

"No,of course not."

"Give mwama a scary look."

Alastor chuckles softly,"i promise I'm not mad if i was darling ,I'd be yelling at him along with putting him on the couch." He said, trying to put it as nicely as he could. If he was being honest, he would have given him the silent treatment and made him sleep on the couch,he could never yell at him.

He finishe brushing her hair,putting it in a braid,adding little yellow flowers," help make dinner?" he asked her.

"Ye!"

He smiles at her as she practically jumps up,running out the door as he follows quick behind her so she doesn't accidentally hurt herself.

Alastor put a little pink apron on his daughter along with a small chefs hat,"What should we have for dinner?" He asked,helping her wash her hands and dry.

"Megaa Sandshichh!!"

Alastor regretted this already, but it'd be payback at his lover,"Alright sweety. any anything for dessert...?"

"Babque cookiess!"

The demon father smiles,"lovely." He grabbed out all the ingredients they needed. He toasted the slices of bread for Charlie,letting them cool for a min or two before giving it to her. He also helped spread brown chocolate sauce on the bread with a knife as she placed a pickle on it along with adding a candy bar to it with ketchup,topping it with bread. The smell was awful for Alastor,he knows he'll order take out later after he puts her to bed.

For the dessert, it was obvious..he just got a small cup of bbq sauce and a packet of cookies.

He heats up the sandwiches his daughter made for all three of them,he plated them,setting it on the tabel,"Get your ma while i clean up some."

Charlie goes to her mother,he was just finished cleaning up,"food time!" She says to him.

His eyes lit up,picking her up as she giggles,"cant wait to eat!" He says going into the kitchen with her.

His face turns sour at the creation that was made.

"Your daughter made it my little apple. So eat up." Alastor smiles.

Lucifer takes a deep breath,setting Charlie in her high chair along with taking a seat himself.

Alastor took his sandwich whole,eating it without a problem,"Delicious. " he said, licking some of the melted food from his fingers.

Lucifer nearly gags,he can't believe he kisses that man with his mouth. He glances at his daughter, who is chowing down on her food happily.

"Your food is getting cold, darling." Alastor said with a smile.

The blonde takes ahold of the food,sniffing it..man pickles and chocolate don't go together...he thinks to himself before taking a bite,tasting ketchup.

His face turned green real quick,he stands up and ran to the bathroom quickly,trying not to hurl everywhere.

"Dada no like?" Charlie tilts her head,mouth and hands covered in chocolate.

"Worry not about him,he has a weak stomach. " Alastor tells her,picking up the uneaten sandwich and finishes it himself.

"Ready for dessert?"

"YEEES!"

Alastor places the bbq sauce and cookies in front of her while he takes her plate,and the other two to clean.

Charlie dips the cookie in the bbq sauce then eats it,like it was the best thing in the whole world and repeats the steps untill there was no more.

Alastor takes the cup and the wrapper of cookies and recycles them. He also grabbed a wash clother that he wet,wiping Charlie's face and hands,"Such a messy girl." He says before letting Charlie out of the high chair.

"Go play,don't make any messes, alright, darling?" He said nicely.

Charlie nods her head before running off to her toybox to play with her stuffed animals,in the meantime Alastor quickly put the clothes in the dry then went to check up on his lover.

"You done dying in there?" He asked Lucifer, who was puking his guts up. He goes into the bathroom,patting his lover's back. He did feel alittle bad for him,"I'm sorry, my little apple. I didn't think it'd upset your wittle stomach."

The blonde keeps regurgitating for a few more seconds,breathing heavily while wiping his mouth as tears were in his eyes . "It's fine." He sniffs.

Alastor hugs him gently,giving him kisses along with kissing his tears away,"I'm sorry." He repeats.

Lucifer laughs lightly,"Okay,Okay,i feel better, stoop!" He smiles a little.

"I'll order something light for you who later,something easy for your stomach. How's that sound?" Alastor suggested.

"I'd love that." The other replied.

"Imma check up on Charlie,ill order it when you come out love."

"Thank you."

Alastor goes back to his daughter and plays dolls with her for a few minutes.

Lucifer comes out,feeling a little better,sitting next to Alastor.

The three started to play dolls for abit untill it was time for Charlie's bedtime.

This time Alastor was the one who helped her get ready for bed while Lucifer clean up the toys along with waiting for the food they had ordered to arrive.

Alastor had no trouble with Charlie,getting her bathed and brushing her teeth. He tucks her in her duck shaped bed that had cute little duckies on the blankets and pillows,even the bed board was duck shaped. Alastor sits on the bed,reading one of her favorite books, which happens to be The Ugly Duckling.

He was almost done with the book when he noticed his daughter had fallen asleep. He smiles sweetly at her,giving her head a kiss as he pulls the blanket up on her some so she doesn't get cold. "Love you, my little devil child. "

He gets up,putting the book back on the bookshelves, then leaves,making sure the door is open just alittle.

The red-haired male sits next to the blonde who was eating his steak,he undo his ponytail,leaning back against the couch,feeling tired himself from the eventful day.

"Want a bite?" Lucifer asked,mouth full of different things he had ordered.

"I'm good love. Though i didn't expect you to get alot."

"I may be small but i have a big appetite even after our precious daughter's cooking. "

Alastor chuckles,running his fingers through his hair,"Fair point. I should let her make our dinner more often."

He nearly choked, "I didn't say that now!"

"Im just kidding,we'll have her cook sometimes. Ill even buy her a mini oven!" Alastor smiles,glancing at his lover.

"If you do that I'll sleep on the couch !"

"Ha! Is that a threat, love?"

Lucifer pouts,"Hey!"

"Im joking, hun." Alastor smiles,leaning against Lucifer,giving him kisses in which he returns.

"Love you, Bambi."

"Love you too, my Applepie.

[satancopilotsmytardis]

tattoo artist/piercer tomura and dabi, his favorite canvas 😵‍💫

tomura thinks dabi is the most beautiful thing ever. literally cannot stop staring at him. and it only gets worse when dabi decides he's the only artist he wants. he didn't realize how possessive he really was until he saw dabi covered in his work.

there's so many directions I'm thinking in about this. like the devotion, the trust.. the pain play, the body worship, the exhibition (because obviously tomu loves to show him off.)

and when he finally tattoos dabi's throat.... god 😫😫

Okay but I think it would be so funny, throughout this, if Tomura doesn't have any tattoos or visible body mods because of his quirk, like his skin shatters sometimes, he can't put ink on that, and most people don't trust an artist without ink so he has a really small shop with just a handful of dedicated customers who trust him, and Dabi hears about him through the grapevine and shows up looking like your average office worker and says he's willing to drop thousands of dollars on getting his entire body tattooed. He will be a living advertisement for Tomura's work, he'll go to conventions, he'll do photoshoots, etc. if he can get it all finished in a year.

Mm, Tomura is always trying to be so professional with Dabi, but their sessions keep going for longer and longer. During their first 6 hour one, they end up ordering dinner, and after that Tomura makes sure they do longer sessions so that he can pretend their meal breaks are a date.

At some point, he finally asks why Dabi is getting his entire body tattooed and Dabi reluctantly tells him about how his quirk hurts him whenever he uses it, so he's been told he can't anymore. He's trying to seal it away under Tomura's art because, while he doesn't usually care about himself, he wouldn't want to destroy such beautiful art

Also at one point, because of their very long sessions, they've moved to one of the private backrooms, and it's pretty late. And Dabi got his sternum done and they're now working on his throat and he's a little hazy and he accidentally moans and starts to get hard as Tomura works, and Tomura immediately goes Dom Mode and he finishes his work. But he's also clearly hard and into this and once he finishes cleaning Dabi up and wrapping his new tattoos, he has Dabi lean his head back a little further over the edge of the table and fucks his throat, stretching him from the inside and making the ache of the new tattoo worse in such the perfect way that Dabi cums in his pants and ends up floating in his subspace for ages after.

They really can't be "professional" after that and Tomura starts to shift their sessions to being at his home so that they can fuck when they're finished. It takes months and months for Dabi to get everywhere he wants tattooed finished, and by the time he's done, he and Tomura are just straight up living together (Dabi finally able to move out of the Todoroki house) and Dabi is getting trained to be a piercer so he can work at Tomura's tattoo parlor.

[iomoru]

"The Price of Love ❦"

A/n: I'm so cooked for math test 😞🙏

Genre: Modern Au, CEO Au, Fluff, Gift-Giving, CEO! Reader, Guitarist! Kazuha, Shy! Kazuha, Flustered! Reader, Tall! Reader (not really mentioned), Fem! Reader (no pronouns used so can also be Gn! Reader), Second Person, Kazuha x Reader, Kazuha might be ooc, Proofread

Summary: As the successful CEO of a renowned company, you have everything you could ever want—especially when it comes to spoiling your partner Kazuha, a talented guitarist from a world-famous band, 6REEZE. You love showering him with thoughtful gifts, finding joy in the shy smiles and quiet gratitude he offer in return. Though Kazuha sometimes feel overwhelmed by the lavish attention, Kazuha can't help but adore the way you show your love. After all, every gift is a reminder of the deep connection between you both, even if it makes Kazuha's heart race.

Before you and Kazuha even started dating, you were already sponsoring his band. The main reason was Kunikuzushi, also known as Scaramouche or Scara, whom you barely tolerated. His attitude rubbed you the wrong way, but even you couldn’t deny that their band produced amazing music. You also had a history with Kazuha, a soft-spoken guitarist you once called a close friend. He was there when your relationship with Kamisato Ayato, the CEO of Kamisato Company, crumbled after nearly four years. The breakup had been brutal, but Kazuha had quietly helped you through it. Over time, you moved on, and when you ran into him again during one of the band’s rehearsals, the warmth between you two reignited. A year later, you started dating, and five months after that, your relationship went public.

Tonight marked your one-year anniversary, and Kazuha had taken you to a serene hilltop, far away from the city’s busy streets. The sky was clear, stars twinkling brightly against the dark canvas above. The air was crisp, the soft rustle of leaves and the distant sound of crickets the only noises breaking the peaceful silence. You and Kazuha sat on a picnic blanket, a quiet moment shared between the two of you.

"Here," you said, pulling out a sleek, velvet-lined box from your bag and handing it to Kazuha. Inside was an intricate, expensive necklace that shimmered under the moonlight. "I thought it would suit you."

Kazuha blinked, momentarily stunned by the gift. "Y-you didn't have to. I mean, we just started dating, and this...this is too much." His voice wavered with shyness, cheeks flushing lightly.

"If you don't like it, I can get you something else," you replied, a tinge of dissatisfaction creeping into your tone. You'd carefully selected that necklace, believing it matched his quiet elegance.

Kazuha immediately shook his head. "No, no, I didn’t mean it like that. I love everything you give me. It’s just... I’m afraid I can’t give you anything as special in return."

You reached out, your voice softening as you reassured him. "Your love and appreciation are more than enough, Kazuha. I don’t care about gifts. Having you by my side is what matters most."

His shoulders relaxed as a sigh of relief escaped him. "Actually, I did get you something." He hesitated before pulling out a small box from his coat. "It’s not much, but I made us matching bracelets... so that we’ll always feel close, no matter where we are."

You glanced at the bracelet, a delicate woven band with a simple charm that mirrored his. A smile tugged at your lips as warmth spread through your chest. "Thank you, Kazuha. It’s perfect."

He chuckled softly, watching as you turned your head to the side, a rare moment of shyness overtaking you. "Thank you." you heard him say. "I'm the one who should be thanking you." you responded, turning your gaze back to him. "You’ve been there for me through everything... even when I was difficult, even when I didn’t know how to express myself. I don’t think you realize just how much I cherish everything you do for me."

Kazuha was speechless, your unexpected vulnerability catching him off guard. You quickly covered your face with your hands, embarrassed by the confession, but he laughed gently, moving your hands away to cup your cheeks. His touch was warm, grounding.

"There’s no need to be shy, my dove." he whispered. "I’ll always be by your side, whenever you need me. And I’ll love you as always. You work so hard, I just want you to relax and know that I’m here for you."

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. The simple, intimate gesture made your heart flutter. "I love you," he said, his voice full of warmth and sincerity. "Always remember that, okay?"

Months later, as Kazuha’s birthday neared, you found yourself eyeing something special for him—a limited-edition guitar that had just been released. It was sleek, elegant, and perfect for Kazuha’s style. You knew he wouldn’t expect such an extravagant gift, and he might even get shy, but you also knew how much he would appreciate it. The thought of his reaction brought a smile to your face.

"I love you too, Kazuha." you murmured, leaning into him as your lips met in a gentle, shared kiss under the stars.

After all, spoiling him was your love language, and seeing the joy in his eyes whenever he received your gifts made it all worth it.

A/n: this fucking took 3 and a half hours and I feel so braindead I could just DIE

© ²⁰²⁴ ɪᴏᴍᴏʀᴜ ✰ do not repost, translate, plagiarize, use to train ai, or share my work on other social media platforms.

[tmzrkstan]

nct dream as teen romances.

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★warnings: maybe cursing, relationship between minors (legal).

★genre: fluff, romantic tropes, (kinda of) korean school trope.

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★Mark:

•Not just a boyfriend, also a bandmate;

•Beeing raised abroad gave him an advantage to join the band (english speaker), and of course, his ability with music;

•You and your friends found everything that were looking for to complete what became a kinda famous band in the city;

•Don't took long for you two get along and spend some afternoons with his guitar and a composition book: "You did in a few days what the music did in my whole life."

•When the relantionship became official you just couldn't separate from each other;

•The lovely looks during performances, dates in karaokes and make out sessions at the "backstage" were always present;

•"We can't be sure about the band future, but I know we're never splitting up."

★Renjun:

• The boy admired you for a long time from afar;

•When he heard from a friend that you were looking for a boyfriend he gained courage;

•He had to miss some afternoons and even morning classes in order to finish a project to win you over;

•That's why you found a drawing of you made by hand, which was noticeable the use of watercolor, and behind it, his initials;

•You soon realized who it was from and decided to text him, which led to a sleepless night with your cell phone;

•Without taking too long to return the feelings, you started dating and he nicknamed you as his "muse";

•You can be sure that your dates would always end with you taking a drawing home, whether on a small canvas or on a napkin from the restaurant you went to;

•"The best part of drawing you is being able to look at you as much as I want."

★Jeno:

•If it wasn't for the jock who falls in love with the cheerleader, I'd be lying;

•Despite his popularity, he had to struggle to get the attention of everyone on the team, which led to him crashing several rehearsals;

•He made his interest obvious when he scored a decisive point in the game and dedicate it to you in front of the whole school;

•The minute I became his girlfriend, the whole school would suffer because of you two, like the team being forced to participate in his surprises, the game being stopped for you to kiss each other at each point;

•Despite the masculine and strong exterior, inside he looked like a puppy running after his owner, he was completely passionate and silly. It's visible how he would try to help you with the cheerleading thing;

•"So, the deal is if I win the game tonight, I got a make out session for as long as I want?"

★Haechan:

•At first, no one could tell if you were friends or not;

•You competed with everything you could for years now, Hyuck knew how to make you lose and made a point of winning every time, whether in a test, sports or any activity;

•One day you got tired of it all, making it clear to him that you didn't care about it anymore, and that sent him into a fit;

•His friends consoled him that this was his final victory, but he knew well that he wanted to win you instead. Pride made him say nothing 'till the moment;

•He chased you for days and you just ran, until you had no choice when he pinned you to the wall of an empty hallway: "You really are very stupid for not understanding what I wanted all of this time";

•Sure had a lot more drama until yall finally bring fellings out and started dating, a relationship full of silly little fights and a lot of teasing on both sides, this time with some kisses, caresses and loving words in between;

•"I admit you won, look who you made fall in love with you."

★Jaemin:

•You had your reasons and he had an (toxic) ex he wanted to win back, a little gossip going around and you ended up in a fake relationship;

•The plan was doing great, everyone was getting what they wanted, or at least what you thought that you wanted;

•After weeks of "fake" dates, talking about your lives, sharing secrets and dreams, Jaemin couldn't care less when his ex showed up at his house: "Sorry, but There's no way, I'm completely in love with her."

•When he realized this, appeared the other day at school with a huge bouquet and an even bigger smile stating that dating would no longer be fake;

•You thought he could take it back later, but the kisses and declarations of love he gave you made it clear how right he was about It;

•"In the very first minute of our deal, my feelings already became real, it would be impossible not to."

★Chenle:

•It's not like anyone was really forbidding it, like arresting you at home or hiring a security guard to follow you around, but your parents made it clear that they were against it;

•His family, more modest, did not agree with the luxurious way that Chenle lived with his, who preferred that his son was with someone more similar;

•They imagined that this was going to happen, that's why they even took a while to start dating, but when they got together, there was nothing he wouldn't do for you;

•The boy was used to always getting what he wanted, and this time it would be no different, he would just have to change his strategy, like going on hidden dates, finding empty places at school and running away at midnight, it made everything harder, but more exciting;

•"You can't give up on us, it's hard right now, but I promisse I'll make it worth it."

★Jisung:

•You two been friends since the first day you can remember;

•Always inseparable, if one wasn't welcome in a group of friends then the other wouldn't even consider staying in it;

•They faced everything together, all the first experiences, like tests, graduations, parties, simply everything. Even first love, which Jisung took a long time to realize when feelings changed;

•He freaked out every time he saw some guy trying to hit on you, or when you seemed interested in another one, but he didn't want to confess and look like a silly teen that ruins the friendship;

•You're the one who had to admit you liked him first, or you'd never start dating. And everyone, including the families, loved it.

•It doesn't changed much in reality, apart from the kissing/toching and your parents no longer letting you stay alone in your bedroom for so long.

•"I can't wait to spend my whole with my best friend."

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author: Hope yall like It<3

[4littlefishies]

The Eighth of September - Baby I'm Yours

satoru gojo x suguru geto

warnings: smut :3

wc: 10.1k

note: Start with The 36th Floor! This is technically a sequel but I dont see why you couldn't read this one on its own. There's also a link to story on ao3 at the bottom!

White roses, red camellias, red carnations, and pink chrysanthemums; all flowers whose meaning relate to love, new beginnings, and longevity. They all coalesce in one large bouquet sitting off to the side of Suguru’s desk that sits in the middle of his new office - well, new to him at least. Looking down his nose at the screen of his computer, Suguru continues looking over and responding to some emails that he’d missed while he was in a meeting earlier in the day. There wasn’t much time left in the work day, so he was starting to wrap up what he had been working on.

His office was on the 44th floor of Yokohama Landmark Tower on the east side of the building that faced the water. The wall behind him was completely glass, allowing the rising sun to bathe his office in warm morning light as it climbs up into the sky. The sparkling water below was immediately one of Suguru’s favorite things to look at, and not just because it reminded him of his husband's eyes. There are shelves lining one wall, full of binders and files, along with a few decorations and pictures. On the other side of the office sits a dark brown, worn leather couch with a small side table next to it. It was something that the previous VPO had in the office, and didn't want to deal with, so he left it for Suguru. 

Above the couch hung up on the wall sits a hyper-realistic, extremely detailed painting that Satoru had commissioned for Suguru’s new office as a surprise. It was a painting depicting two hands reaching out towards each other from either side of the canvas and touching fingertips in the middle - somewhat resembling a small portion of The Creation of Adam by Michaelangelo. Shortly after Satoru had gifted it to Suguru, he realized that the hands in the painting were actually their hands. Suguru tried for weeks to get Satoru to tell him how much he spent, but this time he wouldn’t budge, smiling smugly every time Suguru asked him. Begrudgingly, but also very, very appreciatively, he had it hung up in his office. 

“Suguru, if these flowers are for both of us, then why did they send it to your office?” Satoru asks, laying on the couch in Suguru’s office. He has his feet up and his hands locked together behind his head, taking up the entirety of the couch and then some as he looks up at the ceiling. It was Friday, so Satoru had brought lunch for Suguru and decided to stay and just go home with him at the end of the day.

“Probably because they don’t have our home address, darling.” Suguru says sweetly with just a hint of sarcasm, not looking up from his work as he tries to play catch up. The flowers arrived with a note that Suguru had set up to the side of the vase that sat on his desk.

‘Congratulations on your new position, as well as your wedding! We wish you good health and happiness for many years to come. - Nanami, Utahime, and everyone at the Tokyo branch’

Suguru smiles, his eyes quickly flashing to look at the small card that accompanied the flowers. Even though he and Satoru hadn’t worked at that branch in nearly a year, it was nice of them to think to send flowers; probably Utahime’s idea. They were delivered Monday morning after he had come back from his two week break; a break in which he and Satoru were married and went on their honeymoon together. He looks down at the solid black ring that sits on his left hand, reminding him of the past two weeks as he fidgets with it, a soft smile sitting on his face.

“Can you believe we’re actually married?” Satoru asks, holding his own hand up in front of his face, looking at the silver band that circles his ring finger. It was a question that he’d asked at least once - usually more than once - daily since their wedding day, and Suguru agrees every time. Both of them have done a lot of looking at their rings over the short weeks they’d been married, mostly just because they’re unable to believe that it had already happened. It felt like the whole thing went by so fast and was all over just the same. It seemed like they blinked and they were back home and married with their honeymoon behind them.

“It still feels like I’m dreaming, if I’m being honest.” Suguru says, taking his attention away from his computer screen and turning over to look at where Satoru lays on the couch. He thinks back to the day, almost three weeks ago already.

~~~~~~~~~~

Yakushima Island was the place that they had chosen; a small island just south of Kyushu Island that’s covered in lush, vibrant forests and scenic waterfalls. It was Septemeber eighth, an overcast Sunday morning. They had arrived the afternoon before and spent the evening just relaxing and enjoying each other’s company as they prepared for the big day.

Suguru is the first to open his eyes in the morning, the grey light from outside finally starting to make its way in through the cracks in the blinds. With his arm draped over his waist, Satoru is holding him close to his chest like he’s going to disappear if he doesn’t. Suguru takes a deep breath as he stirs, lifting his head to try and gauge what time it is before he reaches for his phone on the nightstand. When he shifts to reach for it, a groggy groan comes from Satoru’s chest as his arm holds onto Suguru tighter.

“Mmmm.” Satoru hums as Suguru retrieves his phone and checks the time. Only 11:30. Good. They had stayed up fairly late the night prior, so they had no problem sleeping in a little bit.

“I’m not going anywhere.” Suguru reassures him, tossing his phone to the side of his pillow and settling his back in the same spot up against Satoru’s chest. His voice is gravely as he speaks his first words of the day. “Don’t worry.” He holds his hand over Satoru’s and laces their fingers together, smiling as he feels Satoru’s hold on him tighten.

Before even opening his eyes, Satoru presses a soft kiss to the back of Suguru’s head, letting his lips linger for a moment and taking a deep breath in through his nose. “What time is it?” He mumbles against Suguru’s hair. 

“Just after 11:30. We’re meeting Moriko at 1:15 out front.” Suguru tells Satoru the plan for meeting their photographer, although he knows it already. He feels Satoru take a deep breath and let it out into his hair.

“We’re getting married today.” Satoru whispers with a smile on his lips as his eyes fall closed once again, unable to fully believe it. 

Suguru can’t keep the excited smile from his face. “I can’t wait for you to be my husband.” He says, giving Satoru’s hand a squeeze, not entirely able to believe it himself.

Satoru slots one of his legs in between Suguru’s, tangling their limbs together under the covers. “I can’t wait for you to be my husband.” He parrots back at him. He takes a deep breath as Suguru shifts in front of him. “Mmmm.” He hums, feeling Suguru’s hips pressing backwards towards him. 

Suguru chuckles, knowing full well what he’s doing as he flips over, coming face to face with Satoru. He looks into Satoru’s sleepy eyes and presses a tender kiss to his lips, draping his arm over his waist and running his fingers fondly over the bare skin of his back. “Suguruuu,” Satoru whines, furrowing his brows with their faces just inches apart, “Stop teasing.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Suguru says with a smug smile up against Satoru’s lips. He brings his hand up to rest it on Satoru’s cheek, holding him gingerly for a moment in the palm of his hand. “I’m not doing anything.”

“You know exactly what you’re doing.” Satoru scrunches his nose as he presses his lips to Suguru’s again, chasing after him as he pulls back for a second. He lets out a whine which Suguru chuckles at before moving back towards him to kiss him again, this time, much needier and passionate. Satoru hums happily against his lips, deciding that he needs more. “Come on, we have time.” 

“Baby, we definitely don’t have time.” Suguru tries to talk some sense into him which is met with another whine. “We both need to shower and I need to dry my hair and we both need to get dressed.” Satoru takes a breath to try to object, but he stops him by continuing on. “And… We’re not even supposed to see each other before we get married, you know?” 

With his nose scrunched up, Satoru furrows his eyebrows with a huff. “Sugu, we’re not even doing a normal wedding, why are you bringing up those stupid rules?” 

“Because I think it’s fun to tease you.” Suguru responds with a smirk on his lips, earning a glare from Satoru. He presses one last quick kiss to Satoru’s forehead. “Now quit your pouting and let’s shower.” He throws his legs over the side of the bed and sits up, leaving Satoru sitting there with his mouth open, gawking as Suguru stands up and stretches his arms up. “You should take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Suguru teases, turning back to look at where Satoru still lays with his head buried in the pillows. He leans back on one arm, looking slightly over his shoulder as Satoru scrambles for his phone. “I didn’t actually mean it.”

“Yeah but now that you said it, I need to.” Satoru says, quickly snapping a picture, perfectly encapsulating Suguru’s muscular back and shoulders, as well as the way his hair already looks perfect despite having woken up just minutes before. “I can’t have you looking like this and not have a picture - and it’s our wedding day so I have to. For the memories!” He explains further, continuing to take pictures as Suguru stands up and heads towards the bathroom. “I think we should sleep naked every night.” He says with a smile as he stands up to follow behind.

“Baby, I don't think either one of us would sleep ever again.” Suguru points out as he quickly runs a brush through his hair. “It was hard enough to get you to go to sleep last night.”

“But that’s because I was excited to marry the love of my life!” Satoru defends himself, turning on the shower to allow the water to heat up for a moment before stepping inside. “Skin to skin contact is good, Sugu.” He remarks, letting the water run over his hair while he waits for Suguru to join him.

A chuckle escapes Suguru’s mouth as he turns around to get into the shower. “Yeah, for babies.”

“Am I not your baby?” Satoru looks at him with puppy dog eyes and a pout on his lips as he joins him.

Suguru looks at him with a blank stare, doing his best to keep contained the smile that threatens to cover his face. He does nothing but shake his head as they trade places and he stands under the water. “Of course you’re my baby…” Suguru finally caves and agrees. He snakes his arms around Satoru’s waist, pulling him in for a hug. Feeling Satoru’s lips press softly against his temple is enough to have him closing his eyes with a content smile on his face. “What if we just stay here?” He says as Satoru’s arms wrap around his shoulders and they sway gently back and forth under the running water. 

“You were the one just saying that we had to get ready, Gugu.” Satoru reminds him, holding him close.

“Yeah… But this is just so nice.”

Satoru can’t disagree. It would be nice if they could stay in this moment until the end of time, but they had important things to do today. “I know, but we have to go get married, remember?” Satoru says in a sweet voice, only slightly teasing him. 

Suguru lifts his head up from where it rests against Satoru’s chest with a soft smile. “Then let’s go get married.” 

They both get dressed up for the occasion - Suguru in a rich brown colored suit and Satoru in a dark forest green one - and meet their photographer before they take off down one of the many trails into the thick forest. It was just the two of them and Moriko trailing slightly behind. 

“I don’t think we really need to do anything crazy. I would be happy marrying you right here.” Satoru had said when the two of them were standing in their kitchen one morning back in Tokyo together.

“Baby, don't you want it to be a little more memorable than the kitchen?” 

Suguru’s suggestion was Yakushima Island and Satoru agreed, not having a care in the world where it was, just that they would be together. It wasn’t a super high traffic location, so there wouldn’t be big crowds of people around. It also rains about half the days out of the year, which they had prepared for.

It being a rainforest, about ten minutes into their hike, the grey skies finally started raining down on them. 

“Don’t you think it’s kinda cheating to go to a rainforest to get married? Like, is the rain actually lucky?” Satoru rambles on as Suguru opens up the clear umbrella that the photographer had brought. “You know?” He grabs onto Suguru’s hand as they continue, trying to stay close and stay as dry as possible underneath the umbrella.

“Baby.” Suguru says, his voice patient and kind as the word rolls off his tongue.

“Yes, my sweet?” Satoru responds just as sweetly, giving Suguru’s hand a squeeze.

“I know we’re about to get married, but shut up.” Suguru says with a smile, shaking his head at Satoru. He chuckles lightly in response before bringing Suguru’s hand up to his lips to press a kiss to the back of it before letting it rest back down between the two of them, their fingers still laced together.

As they walk, they pass trees that are hundreds of years old, covered in moss and greenery. It looks practically untouched by humans, as if it was left to continue growing more and more beautiful even after the island was finally inhabited. Small drops of water fall through the leaves and onto the ground, leaving a dewy coat on the entire ground. 

They continue walking out deeper and deeper into the forest until they eventually come across a small waterfall that’s surrounded by moss covered trees and rocks. There was a break in the trees, allowing the light rain to fall straight down rather than being stopped and slowed by the thick canopy of the trees. The sound was unlike anything else; just the pitter-patter of rain falling, water running, and nothing else.

“I think we should do it here.” Satoru says with a smile, finding a good spot to stand just off the seldom-used trail. He steps out from underneath the umbrella and turns back to look at Suguru, their hands still entwined as the droplets of rain softly pelt his head and shoulders. 

Suguru looks forward at him, looking into his eyes with a soft smile, feeling his heartbeat pick up in his chest. He doesn’t care where they do it, because all he sees in this moment is Satoru; his best friend, his soon-to-be husband, the person he loves most in the world. He doesn’t need to say it because his eyes say it all, but Satoru is thinking the same thing. Suguru nods his head quickly, following Satoru to stand right in front of him. “Definitely.”

The two of them stand there under the umbrella in silence for a moment, just looking at each other. Satoru was already trying not to cry, but made up for it by laughing instead, the two of them unable to keep straight faces for more than a couple seconds.

“I don’t know why I’m nervous.” Satoru says, pulling out a small notebook from his back pocket, “It’s just us.” Suguru does the same, adjusting to hold the notebook and umbrella in the same hand so that his other hand could return to hold Satoru’s.

“Me too.” Suguru admits, unable to stop smiling, looking down at the small tan notebook in Satoru’s hands. The two of them laugh together. “I think it’s more so excited than nervous.”

Satoru nods in agreement and looks back at Suguru. “Should I go first?”

“Do you want to?”  

“Well, we’re already here.” Satoru says, shrugging his shoulders, poorly pretending to be nonchalant about the whole thing. Suguru chuckles and feels as Satoru squeezes his hand. 

First they each started out with what they had personally written for each other, Satoru opting to go first. Taking in a deep breath, he pushes it out quickly, trying to get rid of the nervous energy in his body. 

“Suguru, I never expected that the newbie I was assigned to train on a random Monday in November would become the person that I love most on this Earth. You quickly became my best friend and the one person that I can count on anything for; whether it’s saving the last mochi for me, or getting up to feed Shiro in the mornings when I really don’t want to.” Suguru chuckles lightly. “I’ve looked at you what feels like an infinite amount of times and thought, ‘I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with him,’ and now we’re actually doing it and I couldn't be happier.” Satoru quickly wipes away the tear that trails down his cheek.

“Crybaby.” Suguru teases with a grin, giving Satoru’s hand a squeeze. 

 “Shut up.” Satoru says with a chuckle, wiping his eyes once again. A smile remains on Suguru’s face as he listens to him continue. “I promise to keep loving you just the same as I have until the end of time. As long as there are stars in the night sky, you will be my one and only.” As he says it, happy tears continue to spill over the edges of his eyes and down his cheeks. “I also have a short poem that I read while I was writing this and wanted to add in here because it made me think of you.” Suguru nods his head with a soft smile, silently urging him to continue.

“Compared to my heart 

After seeing and meeting you, 

The thoughts I had in the past 

Mean nothing at all.”

Suguru can’t help but feel tears starting to well up in his own eyes. “I really don’t know how I’m supposed to top that, baby.” He says, causing them to both laugh, looking into each other’s eyes. He hands the umbrella to Satoru to hold while it’s his turn. He takes a deep breath and pushes it out quickly, similarly to Satoru, trying to shake off his nerves before starting on what he had written. 

“Satoru, every time you say my name, it feels exactly like it did the first time you said it. I don’t know how you do it, but you bring out the best in me in every way, and I love you endlessly for it.” Satoru wipes his cheek once again, sniffling as Suguru continues. “I thought I knew what love was, but then I met you and I’ve never been more sure that I now actually know what love is. It’s the way you have a hundred different names for me; it’s the way you hold me tight as we lay in bed each night; it’s the way you bombard me with kisses to make me forget the rough day I had at work.” Satoru smiles through the tears, noticing Suguru’s eyes getting misty as well.

“I promise to share all of my sweets with you and continue to order all your Shirley Temples with extra cherries and extra grenadine, no matter how ridiculous that sounds.” They both chuckle lightly, Satoru grinning wide as he listens. “My heart is laden with love for you; there’s simply not enough time on this Earth for me to spill it all, but I will definitely do my best. You’re the brightest star in my sky, lighting my way through a seemingly endless abyss. I promise to love you forever, no matter what the future holds for us.” As he finishes up, he tries his best to hold it together, but can’t stop the tears from spilling over the edges of his eyes.

“And you had the audacity to call me a crybaby.” Satoru teases, his own tears still falling and wetting his cheeks.

“Shut up.” He says back to him, chuckling as he wipes the salty tears from his cheeks, looking into Satoru’s vibrant blues through his vision that’s blurred with tears.

They finish up with some more traditional vows to each other, which somehow seem even harder to get through without crying. They finally get through exchanging rings with shaky hands and Satoru speaks up again. 

“You may now kiss me.” Satoru says in a deep announcer-like voice. Suguru smiles and shakes his head as they each step closer and kiss for the first time as a married couple. Satoru’s hands are cupped under Suguru’s jaw tenderly pulling him in while Suguru’s free hand is wrapped behind Satoru’s waist, pulling him closer. They smile against each other’s lips as they cherish the moment together, not thinking of anything but one another.

When they finally pull away from each other, they hear a small, “Woo!” From Moriko that makes both of them smile as they turn back to look at her in the distance, the two of them completely forgetting that she was even there snapping pictures.

Suguru quickly closes the umbrella and tosses it aside before pulling Satoru in for a second kiss, both of his hands wrapped around his waist pulling him closer by his jacket. Satoru laughs lightly against his lips, feeling the rain drops pelting his head once again.  

The drops quickly turn their jacket shoulders a darker shade where the drops land and spread quickly. Satoru’s hair is sticking to his forehead, as are Suguru’s bangs. None of it matters though; as far as they’re concerned, they’re the only two people on the island at this moment. They share this moment together, just taking in the entirety of it all, the rain, the trees, each other.

“I love you.” Satoru whispers with a smile up against Suguru’s lips, their wet foreheads pressed gently together. Water runs down both of their faces, washing away the obvious tear stained cheeks and leaving them with warm, rain-soaked skin. 

Suguru stares into Satoru’s glittering eyes, noticing the tiny droplets of water resting on his white eyelashes. “I love you too.” He repeats back, a bright smile on his face.

By the time they make it back to the hotel they’re mostly dry again and ready for their dinner reservation. Getting out to the spot that they finally picked had taken about an hour, which meant just about as much time getting back. Trying to stay out of the rain made for an even longer walk as they both tried to stay covered under the one umbrella. Walking deep into the forest and back out again was the perfect way to work up an appetite. 

“I’m starving.” Satoru says quietly, his fingers still laced between Suguru’s as they follow the host back to their table. She leads them through the restaurant, people congratulating them with polite smiles as they walk back towards their table. 

“Well it’s a good thing we’re about to eat, isn’t it?” Suguru says with a smile as they make it to their table, their hands still holding onto one another. 

It doesn’t take long for them to get their first course, but they don’t even realize it until it’s sitting in front of them. They’re too preoccupied with each other, just blissfully looking across the table in between them, unable to focus on anything else. “Do you like your ring?” Satoru asks, fidgeting with Suguru’s fingers, swirling the black ring around his finger while they wait for the waiter to come back with another course after finishing the first one. 

“Considering I picked it out, yeah I do.” Suguru shoots back, a smirk on his face as Satoru looks up from where their hands are connected. “Do you like yours?”

“Considering I picked it out, yes I do.” Satoru repeats sarcastically back at him, pulling a soft chuckle from Suguru as well as an eye roll. “The black looks really nice.” He continues playing with Suguru’s fingers, something he would do especially when he was wearing rings. 

“Thank you, baby.” Suguru looks down at the silver ring that circles Satoru’s ring finger and smiles. “I think yours looks really nice too. It suits you.” It was just a tiny piece of metal, but the meaning behind it was enough to make his heart bloom in his chest every time he caught a glimpse of it. Their rings had been sitting in their own tiny boxes next to each other in the closet back home, and it was extremely difficult for neither of them to just take theirs and slip it on before the big day.  

Satoru smiles across the table at him, hearts practically in his eyes. The two of them don’t pay attention to anything other than each other until their next course is set down in front of them. They’re taken through a wide array of different flavors and foods as they eat through their fancy french-inspired dinner. 

After they’re done, they start the walk back to their room, fingers interlocked once again. “Which one was your favorite?” Satoru asks, swinging their arms as they walk leisurely through the resort, earning polite smiles from employees and other guests as they walk past.

“I really liked the one that they served on the flower plate.” Suguru thinks back, not completely sure of anything he ate. “That’s really the only way I can describe it.” He chuckles, not having eaten at a fancy restaurant like that before. “What about you?”

“I loved that risotto. It was only a little bit, but it was super good.” Satoru gives his hand a squeeze as he speaks, the two of them slowly strolling back towards their room. Suguru thinks back, trying to remember, but after so many different dishes, they all kind of run together. 

“I’m surprised you didn’t say one of the desserts.” Suguru points out, seeing as they had three different little desserts after their dinner was finished.

“You would think, but honestly, I wasn't that impressed.” Satoru shrugs his shoulders as he says it, looking over at Suguru, not paying attention to the direction they’re walking whatsoever. 

Suguru smiles back at him, squeezing his hand in response as they finally turn down the hallway that their room is down. “I love you.” He says, mindlessly admiring Satoru’s side profile as they approach their door at the end of the hallway; the angle of his nose, the way his eyelashes curve perfectly, the shape of his jaw, everything that he’d looked at for countless hours daily. They just looked all the more perfect on today of all days.

“I love you too.” Satoru says, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Suguru’s lips, lingering behind for a moment as he fishes his key card out of his pocket. Suguru smiles against his lips as he feels one of Satoru’s hands gently cupping the side of his face. They have their short moment in the hallway before Satoru finally pulls away and opens the door, excited to be back to their room.

They enter their room and upon turning on the lights, Satoru is immediately surprised with something sitting in the middle of the table, surrounded by a bucket of ice with champagne and a plate of chocolate covered strawberries. In the middle was a box that he was sure he’d seen before, but he wasn’t entirely confident.

“Suguru.” Satoru says, not breaking his intense eye contact with the box in front of him.

“Yes baby?” Suguru responds, the smile very apparent in his voice as he closes and locks the door behind him. He knows what’s waiting for them; he was the one that had it arranged, so he knew that it would be there when they got back from their dinner.

“I’ve seen that box in one place before.” Satoru continues, inching closer, not knowing if he should be believing his eyes. 

“Yes you have.” Suguru affirms, now just waiting for him to open it. Satoru turns back to look at Suguru with raised eyebrows and Suguru mimics his face back at him, looking at the box on the table. “Open it!” He says, an impatient smile on his face, knowing that he got Satoru one of the best wedding presents possible that he could think of. 

Satoru whips back around and carefully takes the tape off the sides of the box before lifting the lid and seeing exactly what he had hoped was inside: a perfectly decorated cheesecake. “Baby!” Satoru shouts before turning around and wrapping Suguru into a tight hug and kissing the side of his face over and over again. “If I didn’t just marry you I’d do it right now.” He says, grabbing the sides of Suguru’s face and planting a kiss right on his lips, pulling a laugh from Suguru’s chest. “How did you get this here?” 

“It definitely took some planning, but it’s actually not that hard to get a cake shipped somewhere if you can believe it.” Suguru explains as Satoru carefully unboxes the cake that was already cut into ten perfect pieces. He completely ignores the champagne and strawberries for now, totally focused on the cake. “And obviously we need a wedding cake, so I thought ‘why not this one?’”

Realizing that there’s no plates or utensils in the room, Satoru does the next best thing and picks up a piece confidently in his hand, almost holding it like a piece of pizza. “Oh, uh- baby.” Suguru starts, but quickly stops, knowing not having a fork wont stop Satoru from having some right away. He holds it towards Suguru, offering him the first bite. “If you smash that in my face, I’m taking back my vows.” 

“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t waste this.” Satoru says, wanting to savor every moment of the cake he rarely gets to taste. He holds his hand under Suguru’s chin as he takes a small bite to catch any crumbs before bringing it to his own mouth to take a bite. They both let out satisfied hums, the taste taking them back to their first vacation together in Okinawa. Suguru had also done this for their first anniversary while they were still in Fukuoka, and Satoru was just as pleasantly surprised then as he is now. 

The two of them remain in their suits with their jackets thrown haphazardly over the back of the dining chairs. They eat their cake together sitting cross legged at the foot of the bed. When Satoru finishes his piece, he picks up one of the strawberries from the table, of course wanting to try it. Suguru remains on the bed as he finishes his piece of cake, smiling and just enjoying being there with his husband. 

“Should we open this?” Suguru asks, referring to the bottle of champagne sitting in the bucket of ice that’s starting to melt. Satoru nods his head, knowing that he probably won’t have more than a couple sips. He stands up from his place on the bed and pulls it out of its icy bath and dries it off before unscrewing the muselet and tossing it. Satoru watches, his eyes transfixed on the way Suguru’s hands move as he seemingly effortlessly pops the top.

“Woo!” Satoru claps and celebrates quietly as Suguru sets the cork aside and fills the flutes. He picks them both up and hands one to Satoru. 

“To us.” Suguru says simply as they both hold their glasses up. 

“To us.” Satoru repeats with a soft smile before carefully clinking his glass against Suguru’s. They both take a sip and Satoru is pleasantly surprised. “This is actually pretty good.” The bubbles tingle lightly in his mouth as he takes in the taste. The alcohol lightly warms his chest as he swallows, the feeling putting a soft smile on his face.

“I asked for one that wasn’t so dry so you’d hopefully like it.” Suguru explains, continuing to sip on his glass.

“I’m gonna pretend I know what that means - thank you Sugu.” Satoru says, looking at him with a soft smile.

“I asked for one that was sweeter.” Suguru clarifies for him.

Satoru takes one more sip before setting his glass back down on the table. “You know me so well.” he says dramatically before sitting back down on the edge of the bed and just looking up at Suguru, leaning back on his hands. 

“What?” Suguru asks, looking down at him, smiling up at him like an idiot.

“Just looking at my handsome husband.” Satoru says with a smile.

The words immediately put a smile on Suguru’s face as well. It was really the first time either of them had said it and it caught him slightly off guard. “Wow.” Suguru stands with his glass still in his hand as he turns to face Satoru. “You’re my husband.” He migrates closer to stand right in front of him.

“I can’t believe it either.” Satoru grabs onto Suguru’s free hand before standing back up with a small surprised-sounding gasp as if he’s just realized something. Suguru tilts his head, slightly confused at what’s going on. “We need to do our first dance.” Satoru spits out, looking at Suguru with widened eyes. 

“You want to?” Suguru takes one last sip of his quickly emptying glass and sets it back down on the table before turning back to look at Satoru who’s nodding his head. “Do you have a song in mind?” 

“Do you?” Satoru asks in response instead of answering the question. 

“I have an idea but I think we should go with yours if you have one.” Suguru admits, his hand still holding Satoru’s.

“You sure?” He asks, grabbing his phone to pull up the song. “You don’t even wanna tell me what it is?” 

Suguru shakes his head. “It can be our second dance song.” He says, putting a smile on Satoru’s face as he scrolls through his playlist looking for the song he has in mind. 

“Whatever you say, handsome.” Satoru teases, earning a chuckle and a head shake from Suguru. He turns his volume all the way up before clicking on the song and tossing his phone down on the foot of the bed. 

As Satoru wraps his arm around his shoulders, Suguru quickly recognizes that the song he picked was “Baby I’m Yours” by the Arctic Monkeys and smiles. He wraps his arm around Satoru’s waist, holding him close as their other hands are out to the side, still holding onto one another. “You’re not going to believe me…” He starts as they gently sway along with the music, “but this is the song I was thinking of.” 

“Really?” Satoru asks, a surprised smile on his face as they dance. Suguru nods his head in response. They really were just two sides of the same coin. As the song continues on, Satoru silently mouths along to the words. “Baby, I'm yours, and I'll be yours until the stars fall from the sky.” Suguru smiles, watching as he carries on dramatically lip syncing towards him. “In other words, until I die.”

“You’re cute.” He says with a chuckle, feeling Satoru squeeze his hand in response. “Do you want me to twirl you around?” He asks, knowing that Satoru would of course agree, and he’s quickly met with a head nod. They each let go of their hold on each other while Suguru holds Satoru’s hand above his head, letting him spin around before coming back to how they were. 

“Your turn.” Satoru says, doing the same thing. Suguru laughs lightly as he does it, landing back with Satoru’s arm around his waist, and before he knows it, he’s being tipped over.

“Satoru, wha- ah!” He gasps as Satoru dips him down and presses a kiss to his lips. The two of them are unable to keep from laughing against each other as Satoru stands him back up. Suguru shakes his head at him, unable to keep the smile from his face as they continue as if nothing had happened. 

“Your turn.” Satoru nudges, raising his eyebrows at Suguru. 

“What if I drop you?” Suguru teases, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

“I’d forgive you.” Satoru says with a smile. Suguru smiles and repeats the same move back on him, the two of them giggling once again against each other’s lips as they kiss. “See, you did perfect.” 

Suguru smiles at him, just thinking back on the day. “I love you.” He says quietly, his honey eyes soft and gentle as he looks into Satoru’s.

“I love you.” Satoru repeats back at him before leaning in for another tender kiss. He holds the side of Suguru’s face, his thumb lightly grazing his cheek as their lips softly work together. They’ve stopped dancing altogether, now just focused on the feel of each other’s lips as the song fades into nothing and the playlist continues. Satoru finally breaks away to turn off the music, but Suguru pulls him back in by the tie, not wanting him to leave for even a second. 

Smiling against Suguru’s lips at the feeling, Satoru happily obliges, not complaining at the gesture whatsoever. “Yeah?” He says with a smug grin against Suguru’s lips.

“Mmhm.” Suguru hums in response, his hands gripping Satoru’s waist and pulling him closer, his fingers clutching onto the bright white fabric of his shirt. 

Satoru smiles at his seemingly sudden desperation, but quickly realizes that he’s in the same boat and in this moment wants nothing more than this. He nips lightly at Suguru’s bottom lip, an invitation that he gladly accepts. Suguru swipes his tongue lightly over Satoru’s bottom lip before pressing further into his mouth, pulling a satisfied sigh from Satoru’s throat. 

“Why don’t we get this off?” Satoru asks, pulling gently on Suguru’s bow tie to undo it before tossing it to the side and loosening his own tie. There’s an eagerness between the two of them, but there’s also not really any rush. They both take their time in undressing each other, their touches tender and delicate as their skin softly grazes against one another. 

Sitting at the foot of the bed with just his pants left, Satoru looks up at Suguru as he stands in between his legs. He wraps his arms around his waist, pulling him in close and hugging him tightly, his face pressing against the warm skin of his chest as he inhales deeply. “You smell so good.” He coos, pressing a kiss to his warm skin before looking up at Suguru who looks back down at him. “I could just eat you.” 

“Is that a threat or a promise?” Suguru teases lightly in response. 

“Which do you want it to be?” Satoru pokes his tongue into his cheek as he says it, trying to suppress a devious smirk on his face. Suguru doesn’t answer verbally, but the way he looks back down at Satoru says plenty.  Satoru smiles back up at him and releases his hold, moving his focus to undoing Suguru’s belt and pants. His fingers work quickly to undo them, gravity helping them fall to the ground. He reaches around, his hands roughly kneading at Suguru’s ass before he pulls down his boxers, leaving him fully exposed standing at the foot of the bed. “Mmmm.” Satoru hums at the feeling of the soft flesh between his fingers once more before he lets go and scoots further up the bed, laying his head down just below the pillows. “You coming?” He asks, laying with his hands clasped behind his head, watching with a smirk as Suguru walks around the side of the bed.

“You act like I can read your mind.” He responds as he puts one knee down onto the bed.

“Seems like you know what I meant.” Satoru says as with a smug smirk Suguru throws his other leg over his head, straddling his face. His arms snake around his thighs, holding him in place as he cranes his neck up to press a kiss to one side of Suguru’s ass and then one in the same spot on the other side. “Suguru. Sit.” Satoru demands, his voice slightly muffled as he’s trying to pull him down closer to his face. 

“I don’t wanna hurt you though.” Suguru explains, looking down at the way Satoru’s arms wrap around his thighs. He lowers himself slightly, still not putting his full weight down.

“Baby, you say this every time, but I would be the happiest man on Earth if you broke my face with your beautiful ass.” Satoru says, his warm breath tickling Suguru’s skin. His tongue licks a quick stripe over Suguru’s hole, causing him to gasp slightly at the feeling. Satoru’s fingers dig into the flesh of Suguru’s thighs, trying to pull him closer as he kisses around, continuing to tease him lightly. “Sit.” With a sigh and a slight smile, Suguru lowers himself all the way down, finally taking a seat on his husband’s pretty face. “Mmmmm.” Satoru hums underneath him, the warmth of Suguru surrounding his head. 

“Ahh.” Suguru lets out a sigh as Satoru’s hot tongue presses against his hole. He feels as Satoru quickly flicks his tongue around, his cock quickly growing harder as it sits there untouched. It feels to him like Satoru is trying to pull him down even harder onto his face. “Baby, don’t hurt yourself.” Suguru warns, only to be met with a bite on the ass cheek, Satoru’s teeth sinking into the flesh for just an instant before going back to what he was doing. Suguru chuckles, but it turns more into a gasp as he feels Satoru’s tongue press into his hole once again.

“Fuck, baby.” He moans out at the feeling, resting his hands on Satoru’s chest to help hold himself upright. 

“Could live just like this.” Satoru says proudly, his voice muffled underneath Suguru. 

“Hah, shit Toru.” Suguru lets out another moan, slightly whinier as he feels the warm, wet tongue continue pressing into his hole. Satoru’s fingers grasp and pull at the flesh of his ass, digging in as he skilfully devours Suguru from beneath. He doesn’t do it on purpose, but his hips grind upwards at nothing, his own cock quickly growing harder in his pants. Nothing gets him going quicker than hearing the desperate noises that came from Suguru’s mouth; a stark contrast from the noises that he makes when he’s the one doing the fucking. Suguru reaches forward and palms at it tenderly, earning a loud surprised groan from Satoru underneath him. He smirks and continues, the vibrations of Satoru’s moans against him adding to the sensation of it all. It’s hard to keep himself from grinding against Satoru’s face to chase after the feeling.

Quickly growing impatient, Suguru undoes Satoru’s belt and pants, freeing his cock that’s already rock solid. “Fuck- baby.” Suguru’s words falter as he leans forward, wrapping his hand around it as Satoru continues like he’s eating a Michelin star meal. He grips Satoru’s hard length before pumping his hand up and down it slowly a few times, pulling more moans from Satoru before he leans down, quickly repositioning himself. 

“Sugu? What’re you- hah.” Satoru lets out a breathy moan as he feels Suguru’s warm wet mouth unexpectedly close around the throbbing feeling between his legs. “Shit- ah- fuck, baby.” He hisses out in between continuing to lick around Suguru’s hole. Suguru moans around Satoru’s slick cock, his saliva mixing with the already leaking precum. The vibrations pull a whiny moan from Satoru against Suguru, their noises just becoming a positive feedback loop as they continue moaning around each other, their mouths taking a break to let out needy sounds at the same time. Although he’s focusing on Satoru now, Suguru can’t help but grind his hips further down, the feeling of Satoru’s tongue making him desperate for more.

“Yeah, use my face.” Satoru directs from his spot underneath, his fingers digging into the flesh beneath them, sure to leave finger-shaped bruises only for him to see. He gives one side of his ass a smack that sounds out throughout the room before gripping hard once again, the skin beneath his hand slightly red from the impact. Suguru slowly moves his hips back and forth over his mouth while he bobs his own mouth up and down on Satoru’s cock, unphased by the rough smack to his ass. “Fuck, gonna cum if you don’t stop that.” Satoru warns from where he lies.

Suguru takes it as a challenge and continues, picking up his pace just slightly. His eyes close softly as he relaxes his throat, determined to make it happen now. “Suguruu-ah.” Satoru whines out, now distracted. As he moans against Suguru’s hole, his hips twitch upwards, causing his tip to hit the back of his throat. Suguru’s eyes shoot open and widen in surprise, but it doesn’t stop him, saliva mixed with precum slowly trickling down between his fingers that lightly massage Satoru’s tightening balls. “Shit shit shit.” He hears from beneath him, knowing that he’s seconds away from tipping over the edge. It’s no surprise when he feels Satoru’s cock twitch, followed by the warm liquid running down his throat as he continues sucking him dry. 

The whimpers that leave Satoru’s mouth are muffled underneath Suguru as he tries to focus on what he was doing, but finding it difficult to keep going as he comes undone. “Sugu, I wasn’t supposed to cum first.” Satoru whines, gripping Suguru’s ass in between his fingers, his knuckles nearly turning white with how hard he’s grabbing. His breaths are heavy as he looks up at Suguru who looks back at him.

“Is that supposed to be my fault?” Suguru asks in response, lifting off of Satoru’s cock, his tongue trailing slowly up the bottom as he does so, pulling a weak whimper from an oversensitive Satoru. He sits back up for a moment before taking himself off of Satoru’s face while he’s too distracted to keep him there any longer.

“Wait, I wasn't done!” Satoru cries out softly as Suguru moves down to reposition himself in between his legs. 

“Not my problem.” Suguru smiles down at him as he lies down on top of him in between his legs, crashing their lips together. The slippery mess of saliva on Satoru’s mouth and chin isn’t a problem, only making him feel more crazed and insane as they kiss. Satoru wraps his arms underneath Suguru’s, pulling him down on top of him more. Their lips are slick against each other, their tongues licking into and around each other’s mouths as if it's their own.

“You’re so mean.” Satoru whines as Suguru pulls back and readjusts his position between Satoru’s legs. He sits back on his heels momentarily as he brings his hand  under one of Satoru’s thighs and lifts his leg up, letting it rest on his shoulder as he scoots forward once again.

“Yeah.” Suguru responds quietly, a wry smirk playing on his lips, “But you like it when I’m a little mean, don’t you baby?” His voice is sweet as he finishes, with only a hint of sarcasm hiding behind that perfect smile. The silence and narrowed eyes are enough of an answer from Satoru. “That’s what I thought.” Suguru adds as he brings his hand up to cup the side of Satoru’s face, his thumb grazing the rosy apple of his cheek as he admires the enticing scene below. Without having to be asked, Satoru opens his mouth, his tongue sticking out as he does so. “So good for me, baby.” Suguru praises him softly as his thumb finds its place in the middle of his tongue. His thumb is immediately engulfed in the warmth of Satoru’s mouth as his swollen lips close around the thick digit. His eyes are filled with lust, looking down at his white haired husband while his other hand slowly caresses the skin of the leg that rests up on his shoulder.

Satoru diligently sucks on the thumb in his mouth, tasting the saltiness as his tongue moves around it. His eyes are locked on Suguru’s as he does, waiting for him to make the next move. Satoru loosens his lips, allowing Suguru to pull his thumb out and stick his middle and ring fingers in. He lets them get plenty wet before he pulls them back out, playing with Satoru’s lips for a moment before he leans back down and connects their lips once more. They both smile into it, but Suguru is smiling for a completely different reason. He takes his now slick fingers between them and with no warning, slowly pushes one inside of Satoru, which results in a surprised gasp from him. 

“Suguuu,” Satoru mewls against his lips, his eyebrows knitted together as one quickly turns into two, “shiiit.” 

“You sure you even need my cock, baby? You’re already squeezing me so hard and it’s just my fingers.” Suguru teases, his mouth hanging slightly open as he watches Satoru’s face diligently, his bangs hanging in front of his face as he does so.

“Please.” He whines weakly. “Need your cock please Sugu.” Satoru says, knowing that he won’t get very far with Suguru without using his words. 

Suguru smiles at the mess he’s making of his husband with just his fingers, biting his bottom lip as he watches. “Of course baby.” He obliges, slowly pulling his fingers out and positioning the tip of his already oozing cock against his entrance. “When you ask so nicely it’s hard to say no to that pretty face.” He coos before slowly pushing his way inside. Both of them let out a satisfied moan in unison, the gratifying stretch for Satoru and the warm tightness for Suguru after what felt like an eternity. 

“Fuck.” Satoru cries out meekly as Suguru slowly pushes all the way inside. 

“You okay?” Suguru asks sweetly, waiting for a response from Satoru before moving. 

“Mmhm.” Satoru nods his head, his bottom lip in between his teeth as he looks up at Suguru through half lidded eyes. Smiling back down at him, Suguru slowly pulls back out and pushes in again, keeping an almost painfully slow pace. 

“Shit, Toru. It’s like you were made just for me.” He says, his hips maintaining the slow rhythm. There’s no real desire from either of them to go any faster, both of them loving the slowness and the way that they can feel everything. 

Satoru smiles up at him before he takes his own leg off of Suguru’s shoulder. He reaches his arms up at him, persuading him to lay down on top of him. “Wanna feel you closer.” He reasons, pulling him down. Suguru happily agrees and repositions himself, putting his forearms down on the mattress on either side of Satoru’s torso and feeling the strong arms wrapping around the back of his neck and holding him there. “I love you.” He mewls out, tangling the fingers of one hand into the long raven locks on the back of Suguru’s head, pulling on them gently. 

With a smile on his lips, Suguru presses soft, open-mouthed kisses to the side of Satoru’s neck, his plush lips leaving wet marks behind as he does so. Satoru continues babbling I love you’s mindlessly over and over with each one of Suguru’s slow deep thrusts. The knots deep in both of their cores are tightening, winding up to snap at a moment’s notice. “I love you.” Suguru coos back, lifting his head just enough to look into Satoru’s misty, fucked out eyes. “I love you.” He says once more before pressing his lips against Satoru’s.

Both of their bodies are tingling, their hearts both beating out of their chests so full of love and adoration for one another. Their skin sticks together, the light sheen of sweat covering both of their bodies as they both grow closer to their orgasms. The way Satoru’s walls twitch around Suguru lets him know that he’s close again. 

“Suguru- ah, Suguru, Suguru, Sugu-” Satoru lets out whimpers with each one of his thrusts, feeling him hit that spot inside him that he’d never be able to reach on his own. 

“Let it out baby.” Suguru reassures him, feeling his own orgasm close. Satoru wraps his legs around his hips, locking his feet together and holding Suguru as close as he can. Whiny, breathy moans escape Satoru’s mouth, not bothering to hold anything back because he has no reason to. Keeping his pace, Suguru looks into the glittering blue eyes beneath him with such affection and reverence behind them, Satoru can’t hold back any longer, finally tipping over the edge with one small gasp. His breath hitches in his throat as his mouth hangs open and his walls twitch and contract around Suguru, his eyes uncontrollably rolling back into his head as he cums hard. Suguru watches as his white-haired husband comes undone underneath him, quickly following behind with a shaky moan. He continues slowly fucking him through both of their orgasms, his hips only finally stilling once they’re both on the come down.

Breathing heavily as he looks down at Satoru with a smile, Suguru’s mouth hangs slightly open. Satoru’s arms and legs are still locked around Suguru, not allowing him to go anywhere, and he doesn’t plan on letting him go just yet. “Just stay here for a little bit longer… Please.” Satoru says quietly, sounding out of breath. Suguru doesn’t say anything, instead just closing his eyes as he rests his own forehead against Satoru’s for a moment. They stay like this for a minute longer before Suguru speaks up, finally calmed down.

“I love you.” He whispers before pressing a delicate kiss to Satoru’s forehead, his hair sticking to his skin and all. “I love you,” He presses another kiss to his cheek, “I love you,” and another to his other cheek. Satoru can’t help but smile a beaming smile as Suguru peppers his face and jaw with kisses and whispered i love you’s. His nose scrunches as his smile turns into a cute giggle.

“Sugu that tickles!” He shouts out as Suguru continues along his neck. Suguru presses one final slow kiss to his pulse point.

“What? I can’t show my husband how much I love him?” Suguru asks sarcastically, looking down at Satoru with an eyebrow raised. 

“I didn’t say that, I just said that it tickles.” Satoru explains as Suguru sits up and finally pulls out, earning a gasp from Satoru at the sudden emptiness. “Sugu, you gotta warn me next time.” 

Suguru chuckles, shaking his head as he stands up from the bed. “I thought me sitting up was enough of a hint, baby.” He explains, leaning over to press another kiss to Satoru’s forehead before slowly heading towards the bathroom to turn on the bath. “I'm guessing you want me to carry you, huh?” Suguru asks, pretending to be annoyed, but they both know that it’s one of his favorite things to do. 

“My legs don’t work.” Satoru says with a fake pout on his lips as he looks at him standing in the doorway. Suguru chuckles silently, shaking his head as he moves to pick up the whiny string bean that he proudly chose to call his husband. 

~~~~~~~~~~

“Hellooo?” Satoru draws out, looking over at Suguru from where he still lies on the couch, his hands still clasped behind his head. “Earth to Suguru.”

“Sorry baby, what?” He shakes his head as he asks, not sure if Satoru had asked a question or if he was just being obnoxious. 

“Are you almost done?” Satoru repeats his question that Suguru obviously didn’t hear the first time. Suguru looks at the time in the corner of his monitor and sees that it’s nearly 5 o'clock. 

“Oh shit, uh- yeah, just let me finish up these last couple things and we can get out of here.” He answers, trying to clear his mind and focus. 

“You can’t just save it for Monday?” Satoru sits up, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees as he looks at Suguru where he sits behind his desk. 

“Sorry baby, can’t do that.” Suguru says, quickly clicking through his email to find the ones that he needed to reply to before leaving for the day. His week had been busy, full of playing catch-up after being away for two weeks and he didn’t want to let anything roll over to next week, so he was dead set on finishing everything before leaving. 

“Well we’re meeting Shoko and Utahime at six, so if we’re late you’re telling them that it isn’t my fault for once.” He says dramatically. 

“Don’t worry you big baby.” Suguru has a smile on his face as he says it. “I’m only gonna be a few more minutes.” His fingers quickly type out a response to the first email on his screen before he sends it off and moves onto the next one. 

Satoru stands up from his spot on the couch and wanders around the spacious office, looking at all the little things Suguru has adorning the shelves. He smiles, looking at a small reclining Buddha statue that he had bought Suguru in Fukuoka while they were still there at the beginning of the year. It was a reminder of their time there and what Satoru would call “the smallest apartment ever.” Suguru would argue that when you live in a high rise luxury apartment, every apartment seems like the smallest one ever just by comparison. 

He turns back around to look at the art piece that hangs above the couch, admiring the detail that the artist had put into it. Once it was finished and delivered to him, he had spent nearly an hour just sitting in front of it and admiring the artistry; the textures, the perfect shadows, even the patterns of the brush strokes amazed him. He holds his hand up in front of it, comparing his actual hand to the one in the painting and seeing that even the faint purple veins in his wrist were featured. He smiles to himself, looking at the silver ring on his finger once again and fidgeting with it for a moment, twisting it around as he paces aimlessly around in front of the window. He looks through the glass down at the sparkling water below, the afternoon sun glittering as it shines over the calm waves. 

“How’d you get such a nice view?” Satoru turns around as he hears Suguru roll his chair back and stand up. He shakes his head as he rounds the corner of his desk and stands next to Satoru at the window. 

“Good at my job.” He answers simply, crossing his arms as they look out at the view together. 

“Nah, that can’t be it.” Satoru shoots back sarcastically. Suguru shakes his head and smacks him lightly on the arm. “Probably because you’re the most beautiful man here and they just couldn’t deny you the perfect view.” He turns to face Suguru with a smirk on his face.

“Yeah, that’s definitely it.” Suguru agrees, a matching smirk on his lips. “Ready to go?” He asks, resting his hand on Satoru’s lower back, rubbing softly as they stand there, looking down at the water. 

Satoru nods his head, wrapping his arm around Suguru’s shoulders and leaning over to press a quick kiss to his cheek before letting go and picking up his jacket. He has a smile on his face as he takes one last look at the bouquet of flowers on the desk. Looking up from the flowers at Suguru, he nods his head. “Let’s get out of here, I’m starving.”

chapter 2

[mist-touchedxiv]

Chapter 1

A warm wind blew across the plain, a welcome touch in the desert of Thanalan. However, it didn't provide any relief to the Hyur man who was being harassed by a group of bandits.

A solid kick to his stomach caused him to gasp as the wind was driven from his lungs.

"Ye gotta lotta nerve taking a drink from OUR well, scum," purred the cruel Mi'qote woman perched on the stone lip of the well in question. The rag tag group of intimidating men and women growled in agreement. A couple of bandits roughly picked up the man by each arm, one forcefully raised his chin so he could look the leader in the eyes.

"P-please..." the man wheezed weakly as the hot dry air began to fill his lungs again. "Th-this... well is the closest.... water source.... f-for my village... We don't have much-"

One of the bandits started to dramatically boo-hoo, a poor mummer's farce of the man's dilemma.

"Oy! I keep telling ye, ye need to do comedy," squawked another bandits delightedly, the others roared with laughter in agreement.

The bandit leader lazily stretched and crossed her legs on her perch. "Just consider us members of the community who are guarding the well. We have to make our vittles too. How about... 10,000 gil a moon? We'll also take other goods and sundries if you can't afford the coin."

"Th-that's impossible," sputtered the Hyur man. "We're only a small mining town! W-we can't meet that deman-" Stars exploded across the man's vision as the Mi'qote leader slapped him across the face.

As the pain and stars receded, the Hyur numbly noticed something strange behind the bandits. The sound of a loud slurp startled the leader who hopped with incredible alacrity off the well wall with a hiss. Somehow a tall man dressed in blue Doman clothing in a large straw hat had managed to approach the group unseen in the open wasteland. The assembled group couldn't help but stare nonplussed as the stranger took another deep slurp of the cool water from the well. Next to him, a thin long package wrapped in canvas rested against the well.

For a moment, a stunned silence filled the air, punctuated only by the breeze and the squeaking of the windmill that drew the life-giving water in the well. And the stranger's noisy drinking.

"O-oy! Who the hells is this git," barked the wannabe mummer, breaking the silence after a long beat. The gang's attention was now on the newcomer and they were feeling very tense.

The stranger wiped ran his thumb along his stubbly beard as he let out a satisfied sigh. He nudged up the hat and considered them with bright blue eyes. "Just thirsty," came the reply, his voice pleasant with an accent unfamiliar in Eorzea.

"You gotta pay a toll to use OUR well," growled a scarred Elezen. "Ye would do well not to end up like this unfortunate scum." He lashed out with his foot at the man they'd been bullying but found naught but air as he had crawled away during the silence.

The stranger in blue paid them no heed as he filled up a water skin calmly. A particularly rough looking Hrothgar stomped over to him. "Ye got dust in your ears," he roared as he reached a huge hand over to grab the stranger's hat. "I'll fi-" There was a sharp crack as the stranger suddenly lashed out with inhuman speed and drove the end of the wrapped package into the throat of the Hrothgar who let out a coughing mew as he fell over, his hand taking the hat with him to reveal a mane of black hair with azure streaks and two long leoprine ears. The wrapping fell from the package to reveal what appeared to be a Garlean gunblade sheathed, but the blade was slightly shorter and appeared to be missing the barrel.

"Hells... it's a Viera male..." breathed the gang leader as the rarity of such a pretty creature registered with her. He had to be worth something. A lot of somethings. Possibly more than their water scheme. To their credit, the rest of the gang seemed to have already come to the same realization and drew their weapons and began to surround the blue stranger.

The Viera put his hand on the hilt of his blade, readying himself. "Trust me... it's not worth it," he said quietly, sensing their intentions. "Walk away." The leader let out a harsh cackle as she nocked an arrow on her bow.

"Got ye dead to rights, now be a good pretty bunny and come with us," she purred, aiming to pin his foot. Didn't want to damage the goods too much.

The wind blew.

The wind mill creaked.

The villains brandished their weapons with unspoken threats of violence.

Crystalline blue eyes regarded their surroundings.

Suddenly, the wind died and the Mi'qote let the arrow loose.

Her aim was true, but the target was gone. In a flash of steel, the man had seemed to dance his way through the ring of bandits with the grace and power of a surging river. The Mi'qote blinked surprised, suddenly spinning around to find the Viera behind her.

She snarled "I got ye no-" She suddenly realized that her bow was no longer stringed, having been cut during the mad dance of the swordsman. With a definitive click as he fully sheathed his blade again, the ground shook slightly as the whole gang crumpled to the dirt. They were still breathing but were not having a good time.

Time seemed to standstill for eternity. Then the wind blew again and brought them back to the present.

".... Go," ordered the Viera and the gang complied, disappearing in a cloud of dust.

[kanene-yaaay]

In Between Feathers and Smiles

Kanene's notes: As it seems when I wasn't looking ??? Fucking Felipe Minecraft just came here and made a nest in my mind and refuses to leave so now I have a new comfort character as it seems.

Also I know that Richas and Philza didn't interact a lot but I like to think they are final bosses for each other. The day Richas adopts him as his father and Philza adopts him as his son the island explodes and life come to a full cycle.

Warnings: None! Just a tad of angst with plenty of fluff and some silly cheer up tickles. Ticklish!Richarlyson and Ler!Philza. Around 4.000 words. Richas uses all pronouns here.

[~*~]

Tio Phil had a nice place.

Richas didn’t spend a lot of time there. Important talks were usually held in other secured spaces and he would rather spend some time building with her parents or causing some ruckus somewhere in the island than constantly invade Tallulah and Chay’s home. Even if they got closer after the Egg Island, it didn’t mean that he stopped feeling awkward around his siblings.

But today… They was tired.

So they hiked to the top of the wall, turned off Philza’s collecting machine and fell in the middle of the potato crops, watching the clouds as they calmly danced around their always-perfectly-sunny sky. 

Looking at them, she wouldn’t have to think about how much she missed pai Cellbit and Pa Roier every single day, about how scared Empanada looked and the way she was always clutching her scythe now or how she and mãe Bagi barely came out of their securated base anymore. 

If he watched enough the fading forms of the fluffy clouds and the occasional birds that came and went, he wouldn’t have to think about the sharp shapes and bright colors he saw today when he woke up in his old room in pai Cellbit’s castle, full of new stinging scratches covering entirely his arms and legs, the canvas and room filled with red drops of paint and blood. Nor how it felt to burn the piece of art and bury the ashes aways before anyone could see it.

Yes. The Wall was nice. It was calm and beautiful and since her tio and siblings were sleeping like rocks somewhere well hidden he could sneak a few jumps in their trampoline before coming back to a second nap by the plants. 

From time to time he would feel something bump on his hand and turn around only to see a cute, small tortoise calmly biting and chewing on a leaf of the crop, probably a fresh fugitive from Talullah’s pond. They could respect its chaotic nature.

“Holy fuck!” A shout nearby almost made him jump out of his skin, fastly turning around, sword in hand, only to see his tio in a similar situation, hand on his heart as he tried to regain his breath amidst his surprised laughter. “Gods, Richarlyson you scared the shit out of me.”

That fished an amused crackle out of Richas, who didn’t feel much like it, but got up and waved a few times, writing a greeting for the adult. She kind of was in his home, afterall.

“Hi, tio! Good afternoon.”

“Good afternoon,” Philza answered, putting his tools back on his trusted backpack once again, now already realizing what was the reason for his machine to have stopped working out of nowhere. He instead pulled a basket out of it. 

It has been a while since he harvested his own potatoes by hand, but he had no hurry or plans today. Besides, it was quite a calming activity. 

“Were you looking for me? Sorry, me, Chayanne and Tallulah have been spending a lot of time in our… other house.” 

It was definitely a way to explain Rose’s protected sanctuary, but he couldn’t tell the kid about that.

A crossing thought made Philza’s body freeze and his eyes became wide. “Wait, is it about our trip? Is it time? Ok, I already got everything prepared but I still need a couple more minutes to leave Tallulah and Chayanne somewhere safe with someone and then we can go… Let me see who is already awake…”

A push in his arm stopped his sentence and called his attention to the dragons’ words. 

“It’s fine! :D” Another blue sign quickly followed the first, the sentences being written fast and messily. “It’s not the time for our trip yet, don’t worry. I was just passing by here and decided to take a nap.”

The small dragon, a barely nestling, crouched and let their tail drag across the soil in a calming manner. 

There was no rush today. Philza felt his muscles untense.

“Alright then. That is good.” The adult smiled, more relaxed. Richas never commented this with anyone, but sometimes his tios looked like they’re a thousand years old. “Sorry for interrupting your relaxing nap then, mate. As I said, I already got everything covered. The moment you need me, just call, ok?”

Energetic nods. Philza answered with one of his own and turned around, going back to his activity. It was already a habit at this point, to watch a kid with the corner of his eyes as he went on about his day, always aware to any danger or enemy that could appear. That is how he watched as Richas swayed in the same place when he turned around, expression falling to a neutral face as they broke their signs and threw them out of the wall before falling on the ground again, closing her eyes.

Richarlyson was a good kid. An energetic little shit rocketing from one place to the other with an adventurous and reckless spirit almost as big as his heart. Anyone who spent more than 2 minutes with him would see, clear as day how much he loved his parents and loved even more to give them gray hair, always ready for a playful chase, a harmless prank or a fun playdate with his siblings. They didn��t stumble on each other too much nowadays, but at any given time Philza would protect and take care of him just as much as his own kids if needed. 

He was a good egg (literally).

That is why it was easy to see that something was off with her. Seeing her walking around without one of his parents or Bad was rare, but not an alarming sign itself, being as independent as they was. But that together with the way that her gestures lacked their usual uncontrollable energy, how he fell the moment Philza turned away and how tiredness clung in his form and brought shadows to her eyes and a weight to her shoulders was definitely something worth noticing.

Something had been bothering the boy and knowing his family and their history on the island… Well, not a single islander had been free from the horrors that permeated every corner of the place, but the brazilians seemed to receive a special - and not in the good way - attention more often than not. 

Needless to say, Richarlyson probably had a lot to get worried and sad over, unfortunately. 

All of them, the guardians, did their best to save their nestlings the best they could from the enemies and disasters that seemed to follow their every step. However there was just so much a small group could do against gods knows how many entities before their children also began paying a parcel of the price.

It was sorrowful to see the young one like this, but Philza wouldn’t pry. If the kid wanted to come and vent he would happily lend them an ear and give his best comfort. If Richas wanted to just hang out in silence and enjoy the refreshing breeze from the top of the wall then Philza would let him be, as well.

Therefore, he kept collecting the potatoes, humming one of Tallulah’s songs while putting them in crates and organizing the crates in a pile next to the security fence together with the other thousands crates that were already there.

Maybe he should follow Pierre’s example and start selling them to the Federation. Getting paid and becoming an official provider or something like that.

… Nah, he would rather die.

Philza turned around to get another round of potatoes, this time to make more avocado toast to nibble on until dinner, where his daughter would oblige him to cook actual true food for them - which is unfair, because avocado toast is a very good, healthy and energetic, fulfilling food! - when he saw it. ‘It’, more specifically being Richarlyson, who was still around three feets away from him, just like she was after the end of their conversation. Which didn’t make any sense since Philza had moved a good distance further away from his initial spot while harvesting and taking care of his plantation.

Hm. 

Interesting.

He kept his gaze forward and his hands moving, not actively watching the kid but still paying attention for any kind of move.

A few steps away, he crouched to adjust a crop that had been almost removed from its spot, planting and firming it back on the soil before getting up again, his wings partially open to lower the sun rays hitting his back.

(With them being destroyed as they were, there was little use he could give them, but this would have to do.)

Pretending to stretch, he tilted his head just slightly amount, in the perfect angle to see that Richas, once again, had moved somehow in this short period of time and was now closer to him, laying on the ground with her eyes closed, a light snore coming out of her muzzle in a quiet ‘mimimi’ sound.

Philza held back a snort.

They kept this up for a while, almost as a game. Philza would continue his task, turn his head for half of a second and when he turned his attention back to the young one it was to see that they was already close again, “napping” with no worries, dead to the world as a rock, all across the field. There was a moment when the winged blonde could almost swear that he saw him crawling amidst the potatoes while following him. 

Philza thinks he did a pretty good job in not laughing out loud at their antics, only letting out one or two small snickers here and there fly in the air before being swept away.

He was taking the toasts out of the furnace and storing them in pots when the little dragon “woke up”, yawning and stretching, an amused grin blossoming in his face.

“Hey, king, glad that you're awake. Just made a fresh stack of avocado toast. Here, take some, take some, make sure you have enough for any emergency or attack.”

A loud wheeze was pried from his lips at watching her previous grin quickly turn into a sour face at the sight of the toast, stepping away from them in a half of second. 

Richarlyson quickly shook her head as she emphasized that he “would rather have a short and happy life instead, thanks” and that “Tallulah told me terror stories about these when we were in Egg Island 0_0 I am traumatized”, as the signs he placed on the ground said. 

Philza had to hold himself on the fence so he and the toast didn't fall from the wall with the force of his laughter.

“Alright, alright.” He quickly acquiesced, putting the rest of the food in the remaining pot and disposing them all in his backpack, planning to bring it to the pantry later. “What if we shared these sandwiches Chayanne made me this morning, then? He is trying a new recipe and it's just delicious.”

The disgusted expression quickly melted away when they heard the mention of a new snack. Philza unwrapped it under Richas’ wide attentive eyes and offered him only to have his hand pushed away, the kid shaking his head furiously.

“What? Why? Did Tallulah tell you scary stories about her siblings’ cooking abilities too?”

Richas denied, looking a tad out of the place before apparently deciding on their words.

“You can keep it, tio! Chayanne made it for you and it's no problem, I am not hungry >:D” 

Another sign. 

“Besides, if I need some I can just go to Tio Bad's house and steal his refrigerator! I still have a lot in my backpack though.”

To show his point, the small one began pulling pot after pot of cooked goodies from his backpack: lasagna, soup, candies, more candies, chocolate, a not very good looking or even fresh bread, tamales… He proudly showed his collection, bouncing on the same spot before starting to put them back from where they came from.

This nestling…

“I am not saying that you don't have food. I know you're always prepared and I am pretty sure you even have one or two illegal items in your backpack too.” He rested his back on the tree behind him, careful to avoid hitting Missa's painting, smiling as his nephew stared at him with a mischievous glint in his eyes, bouncing on the same spot, not denying or confirming his suspicions. “But I still want to share a good sandwich with you, mate.”

Richas still didn't look convinced. He seemed to be listening, though. That was a good step.

“I am sure that Chayanne wouldn’t care too. He actually loves giving everyone good food and showing his skills to the island. Which is perfect. I can send him your thanks later.”

It was interesting how, even though all the similarities, every sibling was still very different from each other, in both their personalities and actions, and sometimes Philza liked to muse about it. At his words Richarlyson didn't nervously twist his fingers like Tallulah used to do when thinking hard about something or deviated his gaze like Chayanne when he knew what he wanted but thought that he should want another thing. Instead, the dragon fledgling watched him intently, looking for something. 

They must have found it, because they smiled in an embarrassed manner and let his tail wag excitedly once, breaking the signs and walking to his side on the tree.

Philza handed them their sandwich and Richarlyson began eating, satisfied, small growling sounds escaping between each bite as they enjoyed the moment. 

Without meaning to or even thinking too much about it, Philza answered back with a quiet, pleased caw, his right wing expanding to surround the little one, not locking her amidst his feathers, but creating a shield from the Sun.

(If only it could completely shield them from the dangers.)

“Do you like it?” Richas answered by taking a large bite and ripping the sandwich in half, ears wiggling in contentment. The adult chuckled.

“Good to know, king.”

They spent some time like this before a sign was placed, successfully calling the other’s attention. 

“How is it to have feathered wings, tio? Yours are so pretty! :D” 

Flashes began filling his mind. The feeling of the wind hitting your face, the sound of the birds singing and chirping when flying in flocks, the adrenaline of falling without a single fear of hitting the floor, of expanding his wings and feeling each one of your feathers bristle in the air…

A light touch in one of his primaries shook him out of his memories and his eyes automatically flew to the… mess that were his wings now, with weak muscles and feathers missing from some spots. 

Grimly, Philza could surely think about plenty of adjectives he could give them, “pretty” definitely weren’t one.

It was quite hard to focus on that when the fledgling kept carefully touching and looking at them with so much curiosity, however. 

“It’s incredible.” He sighed, a mix of longing and awe painting his voice. “They can help with so much stuff, like, I’m not even kidding. Mine are very roughed up, especially after Purgatory, but when they were in their prime they were perfect not only for flying but also for shielding, holding stuff, attacking…There is a lot you can do with them. You also will probably be able to do all of this and more when yours grows.” 

“You could attack with them? 0-0”

“Pff, yeah. Actually, you would be surprised about how many people wouldn’t be prepared to have a face full of feathers swinging with full force when fighting an avian.”

At the mention, he shook his black, glistering feathers in demonstration, finishing his sandwich with a final bite when a snorted squeal cut the air. 

Philza turned around to see Richarlyson rubbing a spot on his neck, their other hand pushing his wing away while a small smile grazed his lips.

Hm.

“Also, you see those muscles?” He purposely brought his wing down, letting all the black feathers hit and briefly wiggle on the young’s face and neck, pretending to not notice the way he squeaked and jumped away, shoulders bouncing with the uncontrollable giggles that naturally resulted from the tickles. Philza continued as if nothing happened. “Lot of people don’t think too much about them, but to be able to carry a whole person, the muscles, tendons and bones need to have a lot of strength. So, being punched by them usually hurts a lot more than attentive enemies are prepared for and gives you plenty of time to run away or finish the fight.”

Richas rubbed the buzzing, tickly tingles left by the sudden attack of feathers away, airy titters still escaping from their mouth while they squinted suspiciously at the blonde, who seemed distracted enough by his explanation to realize the onslaught of accidental tickles. 

The dragon risked a step closer. The conversation continued to flow without interruption.

“That is also why it’s important to always keep exercising your wings, especially during their initial growth or periods of recovery. Have you been building your core strength, mate?”

Brushing off the previous episode aside, Richas nodded, not helping the excited thrill that filled the air. 

“Yes! Tio Bad taught me how and pai Mike has been trying to build a machine to fly with me so he is studying a lot of mechanics about how it works and accompanying  me with the exercises. Pa Roier also said he will help me when he comes back, since he used to watch a lot of tia Jaiden and Bobby training.”

Philza tried to not visibly frown at the words. How long has Roier been sleeping, again?

He would have to ask Bagi and Fit for news later. 

For now, he had a kid to distract.

“Sounds good. If you need any help you can call me, I wouldn’t mind giving you a few tips. Even if crow wings aren’t that close to dragon ones, they still have a lot in common.”

“Can you teach me the attacks? I want to surprise Dapper the next time he tries to fight me.”

The avian laughed. “Sure, king. Come a bit closer.” 

Richas gave two more steps in his direction with wide watching eyes. “Alright, it depends a lot on your wingspan but usually you will need to be in close combat to use these techniques, so that is something to pay attention to. A good tactic you can have is to use them as a distraction.” 

With a mischievous smirk, Philza began quickly moving his wings around the kid, letting them get close and then moving them away before he could touch them, the feathers skittering freely across his neck and ears with each swipe. When Richas squirmed to one side to hide, trying to push them away while firmly pressing his mouth shut so no squeak or squeal would escape, Philza simply attacked the other side, even managing to slip a few wiggling of the fluff feathers on his belly and armpits when the shirt would move up enough to reveal a bit of the scaled skin, catching a new giggly growl every time.

“And, when the target is sufficiently confused by them is the moment that you attack.” 

Before the words could sink in the kid’s mind, Philza striked, giving to one of his sides a quick tweak, successfully fishing a loud yelp and managing to free a string of snickers that only grew louder and gigglier as he kept the soft, light feathery tickles intertwined them with more and more surprising squeezes and tweaks. 

“You can keep it up as long as you need. Remember: confuse, confuse and attack.” Swipe. Swipe. Squeeze. “Again: confuse, confuse and attack.”

Laugh, laugh, laugh.

Richas gave up trying to push his wings and hands away, instead trying to hug himself to hide his most ticklish spots. However, the playful, soft and silly tickling  kept following them no matter how much they wiggled or squirmed around, totally surrounding him with those fluffy bristles that made every single patch of skin buzz with a funny kind of electricity, freeing more and more squeaks between peals of uncontrollable laughter. 

She started walking backwards, trying to put some distance between her and the tickles, almost stumbling on his own tail by how hard it was wagging in adrenaline and joy.

Philza’s eye twirkled with a gleeful shine. 

He stopped his playful attack, but the young one kept stepping away.

“Another good technique that you can use is to create a physical barrier with your wings. It can be dangerous since your enemy can get a hold of them if you’re not careful but very useful in the case you want to stop them from touching you or, in our case,” Richarlyson’s back hit something soft but immovable and suddenly the wheezy titters and snickery snickers were back in full force once again, bordering on a hysterical laughter when skillful hands began scribbling and scratching his ribs. “Preventing them from getting away.”

His fingers danced and burrowed themselves in the space between their ribs, vibrating on the spot, which made a funny kind of squeaky growl escape from the dragon, more high pitched, bouncy laughter and unstoppable wiggles taking over him when the hands kept running away and attacking all over his torso. They spidered over his ribcage to then poke his armpits, or washed down to sneak some digging and squeezing on his stomach and also even skittered across his spine, pulling all kind of yelps, chortles, snorts and high pitched, wheezy laughter over and over again. 

It took a few more minutes and a bunch more of snickering and wiggling - which was actually even worse now because each squirm made him sink even more on the tickly feathers - before the avian eventually let him go, chuckling in amusement at the way Richarlyson fell on the floor and curled in a ball, shoulders bouncing with the leftover giggles.

An amused snort was pried from the adult when they showed him their middle finger, trying with no success to frown in his direction while still smiling and snickering non stop, remnant sniggers twinkling freely in the air.

“That is a surprise tickle avian attack for you. Now you already know a few uses for your wings in a battle.”

The dragon nestling ignored him, dramatically rolling and turning around and away from the avian, still fully stretched on the floor as if he had just survived a fight for his life and not some harmless playful sillness. Philza chuckled a bit more, not resisting and giving his unprotected neck one last tickle, which immediately melted the half heartedly pout in a smile and made him turn back again and hold a tnt as a threat, making the adult laugh and pull his arms up in rendition. 

Richas showed off his tongue and then fell dramatically on the ground again.

(It was good to him in a lighter spirits, again.)

Philza then got up, stretching and shaking his wings fervently, wincing a bit when their muscles trembled a tad more than normal while holding them, probably from getting so much exercise after being kept so long hidden and immobile. 

Maybe he should follow his own advice and build more of their core strength.

Letting them rest, he went back to adjust a few more crates around before checking on his communicator to see if Chayanne or Tallulah had woken up. 

It was almost evening now, and yet it showed not a single signal of life. 

Hm. 

Well, he could give them their cookies tomorrow if needed, there was still plenty of time before the end of the week.

A light poke hit him right below his shoulderblade and suddenly a loud giggly yelp was ripped from his throat. He turned around quickly only to find his own nephew looking at him with a malefic grin in his expression.

“No.” He said, wagging a finger in warning at them, already realizing their intentions just by the slight slow drag of their tail and the step they gave in his direction. His tune tried to come out as stern, but he was pretty sure that even the kid could see there was no real heat behind his words. 

Richas answered him with an excited thrill, ignoring the threatening caw - more like a soft chip but he wasn’t about to admit it - he gave her in return.

“No. Richarlyson, you do not want to get into this fight with me, ok, mahahate?! Hey! No! Lehehet go!”

There was indeed a valiant and grandious fight. One of the most playful, silly and joyful ones to ever graze that land, they said. The winner was never revealed at the end but passing friends mentioned listening to plenty of surprised caws and giggly growls falling like waterfalls from the wall, especially when certain two other kids woke up to the lack of their father and went to investigate his whereabouts. They said that the growing match continued until the sun set. 

Who knows, who knows.

And since that day, if Richas decided to visit his tio Phil more frequently and if Philza would take the habit of turning off his harvesting machinery from time to time to watch the clouds, that is nobody’s business but their own.

[jasminebelle096]

The Welcome Home website is back let's gooooooo!

Let's just say I didn't waste any time and immediately got into it. And I came back with some screenshots.

SPOILERS AHEAD GO LOOK AT THE WEBSITE BY YOURSELF BEFORE READING MORE

First of all, when I clicked on the link partycoffin posted, I got welcomed by our dear Home who looks so adorable!

Then our silly Wally with...strange little symbols I must say

But whatever, it's probably nothing, it's just to fit the Christmas theme.

Even though Christmas was like...3 months ago or something.

Then we have this:

Apparently, from what I understand by reading it, the people behind the website got rid of the little bugs that were roaming around. You know, the bugs who leads us to audio files when clicking on it.

That's funny because there's still this one small bug below which we can't still click on it for some reasons.

And why are they acting like it's Christmas although, once again, THREE months ago?

When checking on the neighborhood, there's more of the little symbols.

As well as one in Wally's canvas

(why does this one looks like the lamp from Aladdin?)

Apart from that, it's nice seeing all our neighbors again. I missed them not gonna lie.

I took a look at the stickers and the snowglobes are SO cute! You guys should see them.

Nothing changed about the guestbook, it's still closed

But hey, there's new audios! Some little songs and records. I absolutely ADORE the one with Howdy and his family! That's right, we got to meet Howdy's big family and it was so funny and adorable.

Poor Eddie who have to deal with Julie's recklessness, even though it's part of Sally's play. By the way, Sally is still an icon, I can assure you about that. Like:

Juliette, I fell from the sky, you fell from a house...Come on! Walk it off...

Girl, never change

And Frank who is just tired of this mess lol, as well as Home who is playing the reindeer?? I have no idea how it's possible and at some point I don't want to know.

Also, Julie can hibernate. I mean, yeah, I kind of forgot she's a rainbow monster, so it's not that surprising although still a bit for me.

Anyway, everything was normal I guess, except for the little symbols that were everywhere. So I went to the merchandise section and I came upon this:

Yeah, it's Crispy Sweets but Christmas. And there's a second image with it I'm gonna take a quick look-

Hold on

Hold on a second

Are those...the symbols that are scattered around the website?

Wait are you-

Are you TELLING ME

That those symbols are secret codes???

Upon discovering this, I tried to "de-coding" those symbols using the translator, but it didn't mean anything much. Like, it was just random letters and not words. I tried to use the letters in the website link to see if it could bring me to some secret dark page like the site is known for, but nothing.

I don't know about you, but there HAVE to be something with those codes. I can feel there's something in it but I can't tell what exactly.

Interesting thing, remember the Aladdin lamp? This symbol translate to the letter "W".

"W" for "Wally"...huh...

Well I guess Wally sure likes to mention himself huh, the little silly guy.

But wait, there's more.

I went to the News section and this is what it says:

From prying eyes

MMMMM NOW THAT IS A CHOICE OF WORDS DON'T YOU AGREE

Yeah they literally kicked poor Wally out of the website lol

I mean not gonna lie after the mess he did last time, especially with the stickers...

But then:

I don't know about you, but doesn't it sounds strange?

Like, how can you still assume we're in December while three months have passed? Like, how can you not realize it? How did you not notice that time have passed?

Common mistake or not, it's sure is strange. Are they okay?

Also here's this on the FAQ thing, I don't know if it was already there but I'm putting this just in case:

So yeah...that's all I could find.

Go look by yourself and see if there's more, like if I missed something. Not gonna lie, it's the first time I've felt so INVESTED like this lol

Anyway, good job @partycoffin and thank you for this update, rest well you deserve it