#at four fifty seven pm

[beangirl73047]

Bast and Apollo would be friends

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Heyyy brainrot first of all how is life? How are you and your health? And second can you write something about mc falling asleep somewhere awkward while waiting for M6 or MC who is into crossdressing thank you

The Arcana HCs: When MC falls asleep waiting for the M6

~ @godslayer143 hiya! One of the first people who ever sent me a request, it's good to hear from you! I'm okay but this is my third back-to-back 12 hour shift now, so forgive my writing if it feels especially sleepy lol. Hope you enjoy these friend - brainrot ~

Julian

You two were hanging out at the Rowdy Raven after a very long week and he got sucked into a drinking game while he was getting another round for the two of you

The corner booth you have is warm, the sound is muffled from here, the lighting is dim ...

And when he finally returns with drinks for his beloved he sees you slumped in your seat with your head pillowed on your arms, passed out in Vesuvia's sketchiest tavern

He feels pretty bad, he knows it's his fault, and if even if it isn't he'll still take the blame

Gives the drink refills to the group next to you and carries you home

Correction: he attempts to carry you home. It doesn't matter how big or small you are, he just consumed an unholy amount of alcohol and has noodle arms

Malak gets tired of his master's dramatics and swoops by, cawing loudly in your ear and flapping away before Julian can swat at him

You wake up and walk the rest of the way home while he apologizes for leaving you for so long

Immediately hustles you to bed when you get home

Asra

A whole guild's worth of traveling merchants set up shop in a corner of the marketplace and they couldn't stay away

They're selling things that even he hasn't seen or heard of before, and he's going setup by setup, collecting stories and traveler's tips and free samples

You've been sleepy all day, you've found a shady corner to sit down in, the wall you're leaning against is warm from baking in the sun all morning, and you're out before you can count to ten

When they make their way back to you and notice you're asleep, they spend a good seven minutes crouched in front of you with a lovesick gaze

The way your chest rises and falls, the way your eyelids twitch, the way the bustle of the marketplace seems so far away like this, you're perfectly enchanting

Faust will eventually nudge him back to reality and he'll gently shake you awake

They'll hold your hand the whole way home, staying relatively quiet so as not to wake you up too much

Once you two get back he'll pull you into bed and snuggle you back to sleep. You're just so cute like this!

Nadia

Dinner was supposed to be at eight, you made it to your seat by seven fifty-four, and it's past nine pm now

You know why Nadia hasn't appeared yet. Chandra appeared an hour ago with a note saying that an important meeting was running late and she'd only be a few minutes

You're not upset with her, this is the last thing she needs to sort out before a weekend away

Your head is tilted back, cradled by the top of the carved chair, the cushion you're sitting on is plush, and now you're dozing off

Chandra watches owlishly as your mouth slowly drops open from the strange sleeping position and you begin to lightly snore, arms dangling

When Nadia appears at nine-fifteen, your eyes are being shielded from the light by a downy wing belonging to a judgemental bird

She'll kiss you awake, wrap her arm around your waist, and half-carry you to her chambers

Dinner is now to be brought to her room

She is also going to drag you to her private bath and pamper you with the most luxurious night routine she has available

Chandra will get a treat later

Muriel

You were walking with him early one morning to replace one of the protective charms around the hut

He hadn't asked you to accompany him, but you wanted to learn more about his magic, so when you felt him roll out of bed you shook yourself awake and joined him

Replacing the charm is a slow process, the sky is silver before dawn, and Inanna's warm and solid against your back, and, and -

- and when Muriel turns back from his work, you're buried in Inanna's fur, fast asleep

He'll move so slowly, so carefully, so as not to wake you up

He'll carry you back through the woods, cloak draped over you like a blanket, while his familiar keeps her ears perked for any threats to your sleep

There's a bit of fumbling at the hut door trying to open it without shifting you too much but he manages

He's wide awake now, so he'll gently tuck you back in bed while he makes breakfast for the two of you

When you do wake up properly, it's to a warm, hearty breakfast and a peeved wolf (Muriel was so insistent on waiting for you that he didn't let her get started either)

Portia

You were waiting for Portia to arrive back at the ship to begin the journey home

It's been about fifteen minutes, so you climb a bit of the rigging to look for her figure making its way down the dock

It's been a very busy week of negotiations and late state dinners, and you've ended up in a bit of netting that feels very similar to a hammock ...

Portia has a hard time keeping her laughter quiet when she spots you dangling above deck, tangled in the rigging and completely dead to the world

She'll pull you down, netting and all, and haul you back to her cabin to let you sleep in a slightly comfier spot

And then she stays to disentangle you

And then she sees how calm you are, and feels how tired she is, and the crazy week is finally over, and the ship is already heading out to sea, and the bed looks really cozy right now ...

You both wake up as the sun is setting to a little paw gently batting at your faces. Pepi smells dinner cooking and she's hungry

Unbeknownst to you, the entire ship's crew saw you napping mid-air, and you will become a legend among the sailors

Lucio

It's just after lunch, you're on the road, and the map you two picked up at the job listing site isn't as easy to read as it should be

At least, that's what Lucio is grumbling under his breath as he insists on navigating for you so you can rest

And rest you do, after the first ten minutes. The sign for this particular cross roads is solid and sturdy, and the grass beneath it is dry and warm

Lucio doesn't realize you've fallen asleep until Mercedes yips at him, Melchior awkwardly propping you up with his head so you don't fall over

He thinks it's hilarious at first

Until he looks around for potential threats and realizes for himself how peaceful and drowsy the afternoon is

He'll pick you up and set you down a little ways from the road and flop down next to you with your packs as pillows

Mercedes and Melchior watch in slight concern as he dozes off next to you, map completely forgotten in favor of a snooze

They will grudgingly keep watch until Lucio starts to sunburn, at which point they'll lick you both awake and herd him down the correct path

[amakespoems]

days

Nine thirty-four PM,

Thursday, October seventeenth,

Year two thousand twenty four;

Eight hundred ninety three days

since everything's changed.

My mind's been a mess,

Since her heart ceased to beat

Alone in a hotel room,

Somewhere in Saskatoon.

Left with nothing but the most important things

Pink lipstick, pink nail polish

Purple eyeshadow, purple microphone, a harmonica.

Notebooks upon notebooks, dreams, lyrics, letters.

Grocery lists, doodles, notes.

There was a letter in a notebook

Addressed to me

That she thankfully never sent

From June twenty first,

Two thousand twenty one

Apologizing for not being good enough,

Not being able,

And to remember her;

It was hard realizing

That the woman who gave me life,

Had ever wanted to take her own;

Some one thousand two hundred thirteen days ago.

I keep track of the days,

Rather than the years

Because a year seems long.

But I turn six thousand five hundred seventy days old

In only five hundred forty one,

Making a year and a half seem small

When compared to eighteen.

They say count your days

But they mean until death.

But I count my days

As how many I've lived.

She lived fifteen thousand six hundred ninety five.

Only about two thousand five hundred fifty five, give or take,

Were spent with me,

And that number will never change.

Count the days you had,

And cherish them well.

Because before you know it,

You've taken them for granted.

Over half my life,

I've lived without her

And soon only a third,

Then a only a quarter,

And so and so forth,

Until it becomes insignificant

To say two thousand five hundred fifty five days,

Reducing seven years of my life

To nothing more than a time long gone.

Cherish your days,

Remember them well.

Love your enemies,

And those who've done you wrong.

Two thousand ninety days without her present,

And the mother I resented,

Moved on to a place I cannot go.

And now I hate myself,

For hating her.

When she tried her best

For not cherishing the good,

Because now I'm stuck with the bad,

And although I know there was,

I cant remember the good.

And now I'm left

Without the memory of her voice,

The image of her face.

Just the memories

I wish I hadn't chose to remember.

Count your days, remember the good.

We're all human, and we all make mistakes.

But we all die someday.

[italianexotiicbeauty]

↳ life as you know it ( malvada au. )

↳ when edurado was seven years old, his momma packed up their home and moved them from georgia to be closer to family in malvada. they live on inerita island, not too far from his grandmother ( victoria ) and he's often looked after by her younger sister's ( dottie and bowie ). the little lion is fiercely protected by the wolves his momma loves so dearly. ( fun fact; eduardo is going to grow up to be a lion shifter, having inherited it from his mother because of her zodiac sign being leo. )

MARY'S DETAILS.

↳ name: mary elizabeth savarese nicknames: mare, mare bear, mary sunshine. hometown: hamden, connecticut residence: inertia island. status: ship dependant date of birth: 08.15.1984 orientation: bisexual greyromantic primary fc: emmanuelle chriqui

height / weight: 5'3” / 125 hair / eyes: brown / brown occupation: trauma nurse ( three days on, four days off - works the morning shift. ) days on: tuesday, wednesday, thursday days off: friday, saturday, sunday & monday shift hours: 7 am to 5 pm. tattoos: little sister infinity tattoo, left calf. 1984 in roman numerals, right forearm. a lioness guarding two cubs, left side of her upper back. This is ten percent luck Twenty percent skill Fifteen percent concentrated power of will Five percent pleasure Fifty percent pain And a hundred percent reason to remember the name ; left thigh ( fort minor, remember the name ). I guess That this is where we’ve come to If you don’t want to Then you don’t have to Believe me But I Won’t be there when you go down Just so you know now You’re on your own now Believe me ; right bicep ( surrounded by star outlines ), ( fort minor - believe me. ) ☄ so I wish for you on a bright shining star 🌟 ; right clavicle.

piercings: both ears, left tragus. species: human gender: ♀ nationality: Italian-American heritage: Italian favorite things: additional spoken languages: italian, spanish & arabic. living arrangements: vehicle: 2021 dark green range rover

EDUARDO'S DETAILS.

↳ name: Eduardo Luciano Savarese nickname (s): ed, eddie, luc, ciano. date of birth: 02.28.2013 medical: adhd, speech impediment height / weight: 4’ 9" / 85 pounds hair / eyes: dark brown ( almost black ) / brown. occupation: elementary school student, entering sixth grade in the fall of 2024. enjoys: the tire swing, dragons, soccer, and being read to. allergies: broccoli. gender: ♂ species: human ( until he's 15, then will be a lion shifter ) extra activities: boy scouts ( every Saturday at 10 am ). speech therapy ( tuesdays & thursdays at 4:30 pm. ) additional child care: often looked after by his nonna victoria ( nonna butterfree ), or his aunts dottie & bowie school times: Monday through Friday, 8:30 am til 3:50 pm.

mother: mary father: unknown relative (s): all the wolfgang kids ( by dc and victoria ), kelly savarese ( Mary's biological older sister ) pet (s): a dwarf hamster named donald. ( mary also has a shiba inu named Ziva

this verse is directly connected with @ruote666 / @occulphic

[safereturndoubtful]

Fetlar

Wednesday 26th July

I spent five days on Fetlar in the end, the van not moving from its wonderful setting just above he beach, and in that time probably met most of the islanders. Each day I wandered past the cafe, which acts as a shop, post office, and information centre also, and sat inside for a coffee and a chat with whoever was around. The owners are typical of islanders, from the south of England, in their late fifties, and taken to Fetlar as an escape from the noise, pollution and lack of space in England. Only five of the sixty seven residents are from Shetland since birth. The English have brought with them a high level of organisation. Despite the remoteness of their residences things happen efficiently; the food deliveries to the shop from the mainland, the postal service, the regular meetings at the community hall. The arrival of strangers, or rather tourists, is noticed by all. It’s not possible to creep in undetected.

The island is well-supported in terms of infrastructure, probably too much so. For its regular postal service, the island has its own red Royal Mail electric van, which four islanders work in shifts with deliveries, and get paid to do so. The ferry, which is free for island residents, calls at least four times a day, which seems quite unnecessary, as most times when I was there it was empty, but the crew come for their lunch at the cafe. Garbage is collected by a truck that comes from the mainland once each week. A mobile library, hairdresser, and various other services call in for a few hours fortnightly. A doctor or nurse will visit when requested, and a dentist calls in monthly.

In that sense, it’s not as remote as other mainland communities.

Though I knew nobody by name, everyone knew me, the guy with the red dog and the porthole van on the beach.

Though the first days I was there were fine, the second half of my stay on Fetlar the weather turned wild. There were occasional showers, but the wind howled and came from the north. Rather than gusty, it was a steady thirty five mile per hour gale, and as it was from the north it took the temperatures down to single figures, with an added chill factor. These are the most unwelcome conditions for outdoor activity, and even indoor activity is with an unsettling rocking and a constant reverberation.

On the windy days Roja and I headed out in the morning as usual, but no further than the couple of miles to the cafe and back, then settled into an afternoon of reading, podcasts, and even completing the VAT return for work..

A few locals walked their dogs on the beach, and over the days Roja got to know them all. There weren’t many visitors, but two young women came over to say hello one afternoon, sheltering from the wind behind my van. They were students from UCL, a woman of Sudanese descent, and a Nepalese lady. The former was a geography student hoping to be a lecturer, hence the reason for the visit. They were on Shetland for two weeks, and were tough enough not to even mention the weather.

We were one of just two vehicles on the 3:30 pm ferry to Unst earlier today, the wind had at long last dropped, and the sun broke through. I drove to Baltasound, Unst’s equivalent of a metropolis, and stocked up on water, and from the supermarket. At the leisure centre I paid £1.50 for my weekly shave and shower, and the guy told me, at 5 pm, the showers would need to run a bit as I was the first person in today. Unst has as many visitors in Fest week (last week), a few hundred, as it does in the other 9 weeks of summer put together.

I drove to Uyeasound to park-up, at the far south west of the island. I had hoped to visit here, but it had quite a few people around the marina last week, so I had postponed it. From that howling three day northerly wind to a completely calm night - it was appreciated.

[parksprout]

Sprout Journal 11/23/24 - 11/24/24

OH MY GOD I GIVE UP ON DOCUMENTING THE DAYS I HAVE MISSED FOR MY JOURNAL I STG I have fallen so far behind on this it's crazy!! I've just been so tired to be honest, it was a really busy week and I'm entering the final stretch of school for the year ough. It's exhausting!! Sometimes I forget that what I'm doing is in fact more than what most people can - or should - do. I work 40 hours a week in a warehousing job as the second highest person in my department, attend school full time with four classes and 15 credit hours, maintain friendships, go to the gym for 6-7 hours a week, cook at home, keep my house tidy. It's a lot, really. I guess I'm proud of my capabilities but maynnNNNnNnNN I AM SO TIRED I JUST WANNA SLEEP!!!!!

I would like to talk about e neighbor of mine. They just reminded me of their existence through their sole habit that I'm aware of. Across the way from my house, visible directly through the window behind my computer, is the parking garage of a large high end apartment complex. Every day this neighbor that I presume lives in said apartment complex arrives home around nine o' clock pm, parks their red Toyota corolla and then presses the door lock button on their key fob at least eight times. They then walk away towards the elevator that surely leads into the complex, but along the way they again stop and press the key at least six or seven more times to elicit another series of honks from their car. I always know when they arrive because of their honking car! I don't really mind it. I feel like firstly it must be both a habit of paranoia, or maybe an impulse that's difficult to control, and secondly it's oddly comforting knowing that a stranger is still alive and continuing their routine. I love observing the routines of the world.

Anyways!! I wanted to actually journal about what in the heck I've been up to lately. I swear I'm gonna get back in the habit of doing these more often now that life is settling back down again.

So Saturday the 23rd I actually had my families thanksgiving celebration! I'm gonna be honest this is literally the first one I've gone to since I was twelve and they became optional lol. This year I only decided to go because my little brother, his girlfriend, my niece that I haven't seen in eight months and my older sister I'm trying to make amends with (she should really be the one apologizing to me imo but whatever I guess) were all gonna be there. The people I was less interested in seeing were my dad, his girlfriend, my other younger brother and his wife. So it was sorta fifty-fifty worth it versus not. But I decided to give it a chance, and I think I had fun! I still went to work beforehand so there was that, but tbh the shift was very easy. There was almost nothing to do besides a quick round of stock in the morning, some deep cleaning and me making the plan for the night shift workers who would come in around when I was leaving. After work I headed home and grabbed the food I'd cooked the night before! I made a big dutch oven full of garlic mashed potatoes and some homemade cranberry sauce :3 I love my cranberry sauce recipe so here it is! I make mine really tart so feel free to up the sugar:

Sprout's (cranberry) sauce!

Ingredients: 16 oz's raw cranberries (washed and dried), 1 large navel orange, 1 cup of sugar, cinnamon and nutmeg to taste but always less than half as much nutmeg as cinnamon, a pinch of salt!

Step 1: pour washed and dried cranberries into a sauce pot and immediately add the cup of sugar. Stir periodically to prevent burning

Step 2: while the cranberries and sugar start to come to temperature add in the zest of half the orange, the juice of the full orange, and your seasonings

Step 3: cook on medium heat until all berries have popped and sauce has thickened, pour into a heat safe container to cool (CLEAN YOUR SAUCE POT AS SOON AS POSSIBLE THIS STUFF TURNS TO CONCRETE AS IT COOLS)

Add more zest on top before serving! :3 but this is just for aesthetics.

Anyways so I drove over there after I grabbed my food and immediately got to helping in the kitchen! I ended up helping to make the turkey, which turned out fantastic :3 I am good at cooking methinks. Dinner was ready a couple hours after I arrived! We had so many dishes... lemme give y'all a tierlist hold on.

This isn't my opinion of the dishes as concepts, just how the ones at the actual dinner turned out. Sadly I gotta rank that mac and cheese so low :( they used fuckin big ass rigatoni noodles for some godforsaken reason, didn't bake the mac and only used velveeta </3 heartbreaking truly. My sister made these homemade rolls and sweet potato casserole that went crazzyy though... also I'm biased as hell my foods both went straight to the top of the list. They also had ham there but I don't wanna eat pork, it's kinda yucky imo, and I am a certified green bean casserole hater. But after dinner we got some board games out and just chilled while having drinks :3 I won a game of settlers of catan because I am the main character (I got lucky)

Forreal after that not a bunch happened! I think I upset my sister :< I was getting my hair braided by my brothers gf (the brother I like's gf) and my sister walked in and I said "go away we're having girl time" because it was me and both of my brothers gf's in there talking about hair and makeup alksdjfasdf but I sometimes forget that my sister is trans and she takes feelings of exclusion like that very seriously :< I was making a joke but... it honestly wasn't a very sensitive one and I feel bad about it

tbh the very best part of the day was probably the Bnuuy sending me a sleepy selfie, they looked super cute and I had really missed seeing their face!! It was really nice and kinda put me in a good mood for the whole day I'm ngl.

Yesterday, the 24th, was a really simple day! Work was easy as all hell, I didn't really do anything there besides what I was supposed to and play basketball asDKFASDF I have gotten weirdly good at basketball since we installed a hoop in the warehouse, I win a decent amount of the time and I'm only getting better as I work out more. After work I went to the GYM AND YOU KNOW WHAT I DID??? I HIT A TEN MINUTE MILE AND I KEPT THAT SHIT UP FOR THE FULL HOUR!! I ran six miles an hour for one hour straight, I felt like a fucking olympian I'm ngl. That stuff was HARD UGH. I got a lil sad feeling after I got home, though. I was thinking about the bnuuy a lot. I was thinking about how tomorrow (today) is our monthiverssary that we almost always would celebrate. The number 25 always reminds me of them now, and the number 12, and the number 9. It's funny how little numbers like that become sacred, they become a part of a persons image to you. Anyways I was feeling sad so to mitigate that feeling I decided to go online and ask the sleep token mutuals I have on twitter to send me pet pics and oh my gosh did they ever!!!! Like 100 different people either dm'd or replied to my post with pet pictures ToT it was such a sweet thing, I felt really taken care of. I felt loved. I keep looking at all their cute lil pets today ugfh. Besides that I didn't have much else go on :3 I felt better after a lil bit and stopped my yearning as best as I could and then actually slept pretty early!!!

For once, I don't wanna type a big segment about the bnuy. They're super duper on my mind don't get me wrong, but I'm feeling tired and don't particularly wanna go through that feeling right now askjdnhfasdf I don't need to get the emotions out at this precise junction so I think I'll just hold them <33 anyways I love them a lot, I love them so so so so so so so so so so so much and they're my favorite person to ever exist. There we go, bvnuuyventing out of the way. #yearnposting amirite

That's it!! Finally caught up on my journaling asdfasdf I love you so much tumbie!! Have a good night!! <333

[forblogmostly]

North Eastern Carrying Corporation Limited's Conversion of Partly Paid-Up Equity Shares

In the fast-paced world of corporate dynamics, transformative decisions often hold the key to unlocking a company's potential for growth and expansion. North Eastern Carrying Corporation Limited (NECC Ltd.), a distinguished entity operating in the transport and logistics sector, recently made a significant move that signifies a pivotal moment in its financial landscape.

In a formal announcement dated November 3, 2023, NECC Ltd. notified the National Stock Exchange of India Limited and BSE Limited about a crucial decision taken during its Board of Directors' meeting held on the same day. The meeting, conducted from 3:00 PM to 3:20 PM, culminated in a series of approvals, one of which was the conversion of partly paid-up equity shares into fully paid-up equity shares.

The resolution pertained to the call money notice issued on October 16, 2023, addressing the payment of the first and final call amount of Rs. 9.00/- (Rupees Nine only) per Equity Share. This sum comprised Rs. 5.00/- (Rupees Five only) towards face value and Rs. 4.00/- (Rupees Four only) towards securities premium. It was designated as the first and final call for 4,51,77,602 (Four Crore Fifty-One Lakhs Seventy-Seven Six Hundred and Two) Partly Paid-up Equity Shares issued following the Rights Issue on July 17, 2023.

Shareholders holding these Partly Paid-Up Equity Shares were required to make payments between October 18, 2023, and November 01, 2023, as per the Record Date set on October 09, 2023. The total amount payable by these shareholders towards the first and final call stood at Rs. 40,65,98,418/- (Rupees Forty Crores Sixty-Five Lakhs Ninety-Eight Thousand Four Hundred and Eighteen only).

NECC Ltd. has successfully received Rs. 39,74,88,375/- as payment for the call money of Rs. 9.00/- per share from all registered shareholders of the aforementioned partly paid-up equity shares. The company anticipates the receipt of the remaining call money amounting to Rs. 91,10,043/- from eligible shareholders shortly.

Upon completion of necessary corporate actions and subsequent approvals for listing and trading, the converted shares will enjoy equal ranking with the existing fully paid-up equity shares and will merge with ISIN INE553C01016.

Additionally, the Board authorized the Right Issue Committee to issue call money reminders cum Forfeiture Notice to the remaining 521 holders of partly Paid-up Shares, adhering to the provisions laid down in the Companies Act, 2013, and SEBI (ICDR) Regulations, 2018.

This announcement stands as a testament to NECC Ltd.'s commitment to financial transparency and value creation for its shareholders. It also marks a significant step towards strengthening the company's financial structure and consolidating its position in the market.

As NECC Ltd. continues its journey of excellence in the transport and logistics domain, such strategic decisions underline its unwavering dedication to harnessing opportunities that drive progress and prosperity.

[uth0ttm]

I apologize if any pictures are blurry! Commission prices are written here as well if any are hard to see!!

I have a wide selection of different kinds of pieces I can do, and I'm more than happy to DM/PM or reply comment to people other pieces I've done recently or in the past as I have many to share!

I am considering these emergency commissions as I currently don't have a job (I am, however, looking) but desperately need the money for things like rent so I'm not constantly needing money from my mom for food and rent!!

★!!Mephis' Commission Prices!!★

Headshot

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Sketch: $0.25 (twenty-five cents) CAD

Lineart: $1.00 (one dollar) CAD

Flat colour: $5.00 (five dollars) CAD

Shaded: $10.00 (ten dollars) CAD

Bust

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Sketch: $0.50 (fifty cents) CAD

Lineart: $2.00 (two dollars) CAD

Flat colour: $6.00 (six dollars) CAD

Shaded: $12.00 (twelve dollars) CAD

Waist up

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Sketch: $0.75 (seventy-five cents) CAD

Lineart: $3.00 (three dollars) CAD

Flat colour: $7.00 (seven dollars) CAD

Shaded: $14.00 (fourteen dollars)

Full Body

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Sketch: $1.00 (one dollar) CAD

Lineart: $5.00 (five dollars) CAD

Flat colour: $8.00 (eight dollars) CAD

Shaded: $15.00 (fifteen dollars) CAD

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🍍Depending on which form you choose, how complex your character is, and how busy I am, these can take anywhere from a few minutes, to a couple hours, to even a day or two. Please be patient with me as I work on your commission! If you'd like me to, I can and will be more than happy to send progress images to you so you can have confidence in the fact that I am working on your commission!🍍

Redraw prices

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Meme redraw: $4.00 (four dollars)

OC Screenshot Draw Over: $4.00 (four dollars) CAD

Turn Yourself Into Your Fursona: $4.00 (four dollars) CAD

🔮Ever wanted to have you or your character in a meme or a funny little screenshot you have saved?? Or have you ever wanted to transform yourself into your fursona but don't have the money to buy a fursuit or items like it to express yourself as your fursona? Well I have news for you!! With this cheap commission I can do one or even all three of these requests!!🔮

⚠⚠For these please provide me with the image you would like me to draw over, especially if you want me to draw you as your fursona!⚠⚠

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Other Pieces

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Semi-realistic Demi God Paint Over: $20.00 (twenty dollars) CAD

🌃Have you ever wanted to feel powerful and god-like? Or maybe even soft and angelic like weeping angel statues? Then this commission is for you! This commission offers a solemn and soft or bold and powerful showcase of you or a friend/family member or even Character of your choosing to fill these feelings! Done in a semi-realisim style to best capture those emotions.🌃

✨🌹Prices for these stay the same whether you are commissioning or for a real person, a character from popular media (video games, shows, etc.), or your own character!🌹✨

🚫UNFORTUNATELY I CANNOT DO FURSONAS AND OTHER FURRY CHARACTERS WITH THESE AS THE POINT IS SEMI-REALISTIC AND I AM UNABLE TO (at the moment) DO FURRIES AND ANIMAL BASED CHARACTERS IN A SEMI-REALISM STYLE!! I APOLOGIZE IF THIS CAUSES INCONVENIENCE FOR THOSE COMMISSIONING THIS🚫

⚠⚠For these kinds of commissions, please provide me with the following: a reference photo of who you're commissioning this for (you/a friend/family member/etc, popular media character, your OC), a colour you'd like for the background halo and liquid on the face, and please tell me where you would like the liquid to come from (mouth, nose, both, you get the gist). The tears are automatically added and I will not remove them as the tears are a key element to these kinds of pieces that I do!⚠⚠

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[nicoleheichou]

Meant To Be - Soulmate AU: Draken x fem!reader Masterlist

[Completed]

Summary: You become the assistant to one of, if not, the most successful businessmen in all of Tokyo and while working for him you meet his 2nd in command. How will things unfold when one is a hopeless romantic and believes in the idea of a soulmate while the other doesn't care for it and has already made up their mind not to give their soulmate a chance?

☆ warning: aged up characters, manga spoilers, fluff, angst, alcohol use, mentions of cheating, and I'll add more as we go.

☆ updates: every other day around 6-6:30 pm MST.

☆ disclaimer: i don't own any of the characters mentioned. pictures are just for the story, they aren't how y/n looks! she looks however you want her to.

Intros:

• Y/n squad | Draken squad

Chapters:

• Chapter One: Make Me Sound Bad

• Chapter Two: Humor Us

• Chapter Three: One To Talk

• Chapter Four: Itadakimasu

• Chapter Five: Are You Okay?

• Chapter Six: Theory Has Been Confirmed

• Chapter Seven: Taking You Home

• Chapter Eight: Give Me A Warning

• Chapter Nine: Shouldn't Have Said That

• Chapter Ten: Y/n Is The Main Character

• Chapter Eleven: Not Typical Draken Behavior

• Chapter Twelve: A Good Time

• Chapter Thirteen: Simp Sauce

• Chapter Fourteen: I'll Be Your Soulmate

• Chapter Fifteen: Ruined It For Us

• Chapter Sixteen: Cashed In My Favor

• Chapter Seventeen: Y'all Hiring?

• Chapter Eighteen: Looking Respectfully

• Chapter Nineteen: Be Here All Weekend

• Chapter Twenty: Whoa Mama

• Chapter Twenty One: Have That Thing

• Chapter Twenty Two: Stop What You're Doing

• Chapter Twenty Three: Oh. Oh. Wow.

• Chapter Twenty Four: Did You See It?

• Chapter Twenty Five: Detective Senses Are Tingling

• Chapter Twenty Six: Sickening

• Chapter Twenty Seven: Interesting

• Chapter Twenty Eight: She's Really Upset

• Chapter Twenty Nine: A Little Sus

• Chapter Thirty: Thanks To My Besties

• Chapter Thirty One: Stole Her

• Chapter Thirty Two: So Dense

• Chapter Thirty Three: Really Lucky

• Chapter Thirty Four: So Stressed

• Chapter Thirty Five: Still Processing

• Chapter Thirty Six: Fucking Clown

• Chapter Thirty Seven: Wrong Picture

• Chapter Thirty Eight: Best Girl

• Chapter Thirty Nine: I Don't Cheat

• Chapter Fourty: Let It Go

• Chapter Fourty One: Still Bitter

• Chapter Fourty Two: Candy Crush

• Chapter Fourty Three: Do Something Wrong

• Chapter Fourty Four: Sappy On Main

• Chapter Fourty Five: Like That!!

• Chapter Fourty Six: Even I Know That

• Chapter Fourty Seven: WTF??

• Chapter Fourty Eight: [sobbing]

• Chapter Fourty Nine: Missed Her

• Chapter Fifty: Shared Custody

• Chapter Fifty One: On My Own

• Chapter Fifty Two: So Sorry!

• Chapter Fifty Three: Feel Better Soon Babe

• Chapter Fifty Four: Grab Your Popcorn

• Chapter Fifty Five: Fucked Up

• Chapter Fifty Six: Big Surprise

• Chapter Fifty Seven: Regret This Decision

• Chapter Fifty Eight: Lose Her

• Chapter Fifty Nine: Don't Want You To Hurt

• Chapter Sixty: What's Going On?

• Chapter Sixty One: Do You Remember

• Chapter Sixty Two: What Were You Thinking

• Chapter Sixty Three: Favorite Player

• Chapter Sixty Four: A Really Long Time

• Chapter Sixty Five: You Look Terrible

• Chapter Sixty Six: What In The Romance Movie

• Chapter Sixty Seven: Can We Be Friends?

• Chapter Sixty Eight: Isn't A Joke

• Chapter Sixty Nine: Work For It

• Chapter Seventy: I Spy

• Chapter Seventy One: Romance With A Dash Of Heartbreak

• Chapter Seventy Two: Think About It

• Chapter Seventy Three: Butter Me Up

• Chapter Seventy Four: Vibe Check

• Chapter Seventy Five: Running Late

• Chapter Seventy Six: Stop Drooling

• Chapter Seventy Seven: Same Dumb Bitch

• Chapter Seventy Eight: For Anyone Wondering

• Chapter Seventy Nine: So Dead

• Chapter Eighty: #thankyoumikey

• Chapter Eighty One: Do It Again?

• Chapter Eighty Two: He's Sentimental

• Chapter Eighty Three: So God Damn Perfect

• Chapter Eighty Four: So This Happened...

pt. 1, pt. 2

• Chapter Eighty Five: Def Be A Slowburn

• Chapter Eighty Six: Only One Bed

• Chapter Eighty Seven: Gonna Do It

• Chapter Eighty Eight: Better Be Good

• Chapter Eighty Nine: Can't Get Enough

• Chapter Ninety: You're It

• Final: Epilogue

Other:

• Chapter 34 Draken Sketch by hikkarins

• Chapter 23 Mikey Sketch by hikkarins

• Chapter 45 Draken Sketch by hikkarins

[xoxoavenger]

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pairing: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Fem!Reader

summary: Y/N makes a bet with MJ and Ned, but it ends up hurting Peter (requested by wattpad user ella54stuff)

word count: 2272

warnings: none

masterlist

"Y/N."

"Y/N!"

"Check who she's texting."

"I think we both know who she's texting." MJ rolled her eyes as her and Ned looked at their friend and group mate, who was smiling at her phone like an idiot. She had been off in her own world for the last couple minutes, not paying attention to anyone or anything.

"Which one are we going with today?" Ned asked closing his school book.

"Hey, Y/N," MJ paused hoping that alone would catch her attention. It did not. "Y/N, Peter just showed up." Y/N's head didn't even move, and MJ was ready to pluck her phone out of her hands and throw it into the ocean.

"No he didn't." Y/N looked up at them and smiled, and her two friends sighed.

"Can we work on the project? I don't want to have to retake another class." Ned asked, making Y/N shut her phone off and put it back in her pocket.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I thought we were taking a break." She pulled her computer closer to her before looking out the window. They were on the third floor of the campus library, and she envied the couple she saw on the lawn, having a picnic. She wished she could be on a date with Peter.

"We were. We were trying to get back to work." MJ and Ned were smiling even though they were teasing her, making it known to her that they weren't serious. Y/N was the newest addition to the friend group, having met MJ at a Women Empowerment meeting. MJ invited her to a dinner and movies night, wanting another girl in the friend group, and Y/N swears she fell in love with Peter as soon as she saw him. They took awhile to get together, however, and had only been dating for a couple months now.

"Sorry, I was just texting Peter." Y/N tried to explain, but her friends didn't want to hear it.

"We know." Ned put his head in his hand, sighing fondly.

"What?" Y/N whispered, looking between MJ and Ned.

"Girl, you're always texting him. Or talking to him." MJ told her friend, casing her eyes to widen.

"Or staring at him." Ned added, and this made her feel slightly flustered.

"I do not stare." She didn't say it confidently at all, and they all shared a look. "Okay, fine. But I'm not obsessed." Y/N went to look at her notes, not wanting to continue the conversation.

"I bet you couldn't last twenty-four hours not talking to him." Ned's bet made her look up, locking eyes with him.

"Are you kidding?" Y/N asked, frowning. "I have calculus with him tomorrow."

"Sounds to me like you can't do it." MJ said, shrugging and looking at her own notes.

"What's in it for me?" Y/N asked, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms.

"Fifty bucks." Ned bartered. Y/N thought about it for a second, if it was worth it.

"What if he hates me?" Y/N asked, running a hand through her hair.

"Please, he's so in love with you that you could probably kill him and he'd thank you." Ned told her, but it only made her feel marginally better. They had never confessed their love to one another, so she wasn't sure how serious her friend was.

"It's twenty-four hours, Y/N. He'll be fine." MJ reassured her, copying her position. It had the wrong effect, and made Y/N sad. Why would Peter not care?

"Right." Y/N leaned forward, nodding. She looked at her phone before looking up at her friends. "It's six forty-seven. Twenty-four hours starts now."

Hour 1 - 7:27 pm

Pete: hey do you wanna grab dinner???

Pete: we can maybe get desert if you've already eaten

Pete: text me when you're done with ned and mj

"He's texted me three times." Y/N showed Ned and MJ her phone as they walked out of the library. It had only been an hour, and Y/N was itching to respond.

"How unfortunate. Maybe you can have your date tomorrow." MJ teased with a smirk, the three of them getting into Y/N's car. They all lived in the same apartment complex, Ned and Peter being roommates while Y/N and MJ were roommates.

"I hope he's in his room when we get there." Y/N sighed, pulling out of the parking lot and into the street.

"Oh, he just texted me asking if you were alright." Ned said from the backseat, making Y/N flustered.

"This was a stupid deal." Y/N mumbled, leaning back in the seat.

"He texted the group chat about a movie night." MJ informed Y/N as she changed lanes. Y/N groaned, throwing her head back as far and dramatically as she could while still looking at the road.

"Just tell him I have to study." Y/N sighed, frowning. She was annoyed she wouldn't get time to see her friends and hang out with Peter.

"He's not gonna be happy." MJ shook her head as she typed out a response.

"Well, that isn't exactly my fault is it?" Y/N asked, turning into their residential area. They were close to their apartment now.

"Poor Peter." Ned dramatically cried from the backseat, making Y/N roll her eyes. She quickly pulled into the apartment parking lot, taking her designated spot.

"This is so mean." Y/N whispered, grabbing her bag out before shutting the door and locking her car. "I guess I'll see you guys later." She said as she went to the stairs. Peter and Ned lived on the first floor, while Y/N and MJ lived on the second. They waved goodbye, and Y/N felt her heart break a little as she tried to fish out her keys from her bag while walking up the stairs.

Hour 4 - 10:07 pm

Pete: how's studying going

Pete: we miss you here

Pete: we're watching star wars

Pete: it just started if you still wanna come

Y/N's heart ached as she read the messages. She threw her head back against the cushion on the couch, wishing she had never made the stupid bet. She couldn't back down now, though; Ned and MJ would never let her forget it. It was only twenty-four hours; they could do it.

"God, Peter," Y/N put her head in her hands, trying to calm her racing heart. At least he cared. "What're you doing to me?" She whispered sitting up only to look at her phone again. The unread texts were stinging her heart, making her feel like the worst person ever.

~

"What's wrong, Peter?" MJ asked as Peter was zoned out. He looked at his phone before looking over at his friends.

"Y/N isn't responding to me." He told them honestly. He was embarrassed to say it, but he knew his best friends would't make fun of him.

"She's pretty busy. I wouldn't think to much of it." Ned said, attention still mostly on the movie.

"But she always texts me." Peter whispered, the movie drowning him out. He leaned back in the chair, trying not to cry. It was stupid, crying over this. Maybe her phone was broken, or she was studying. They'd see each other tomorrow for calculus anyway.

Hour 6 - 12:14 am

Pete: goodnight. sleep well

Hour 13 - 7:32 am

Pete: goodmorning

Pete: do you wanna walk to calc with me

Hour 14 - 8:46 am

Pete: are you upset with me

Pete: if you are it's okay

Pete: tell me what I did wrong and I swear I'll fix it

Pete: please

Y/N woke up to six messages from Peter and immediately just turned her phone all the way off. They had calc at ten, but there was no way she could go. The messages made her want to cry, and she just hoped Peter wasn't as hurt as she was.

At least she was getting fifty bucks out of it. Maybe she'd take Peter out to make him feel better.

Hour 16 - 10:11 am

Pete: are you avoiding me???

Pete: I'll still take notes for you

Pete: you're not sick are you

Pete: or are you not happy with us

Peter was freaking out. He could barely concentrate on math, copying down the notes without registering what the professor was saying. He checked his phone every other minute, but there were no texts back. He was getting worried.

Hour 17 - 11: 45 am

Pete: I'm coming over after class

He sent it before he could think. He put his phone down and put his hands on his face, shocked that he had actually just sent it. He knew he needed to see her, even if she wasn't sick. They needed to talk; they had never gone this long without talking since they met, and it hurt him. He wasn't sure what to do, and he hoped she hadn't suddenly stopped liking him. Stopped loving her.

Because he was in love with her.

God, he was so stupid. How could he have feelings for her? What if she found out and that's why she stopped talking to him. She probably wanted nothing to do to him ever again. She was going to break up with him on the spot when he showed up.

Hour 18 - 12:03 pm

Pete: on my way

He wished she would respond to at least that. He wished she would say 'okay' even if it hurt him. He just wanted to know she was alright - they were alright.

~

Y/N busied herself with cleaning her apartment, playing music from her computer. MJ was out to study, having a huge midterm due soon. She was wiping counters down when she heard a knock at the door. She checked the time, but MJ shouldn't have been home yet. She left the towel on the counter and made her way to the door.

"Peter?" She mumbled as she opened it, heart racing and mind shocked. "What're you doing here?" She whispered, blinking slowly. As soon as she asked, Peter began to cry.

"Do you hate me?" He asked, and Y/N was shocked. Of every reaction she thought he would have, this was not one of them. She was about to break down in tears herself.

"No, no, no, of course not! Baby," Y/N brought him into her arms, but he just stood, not hugging her back.

"Please don't break up with me." He mumbled, shaking as he tried to conceal his sobs. Y/N felt a couple tears fall down her face as she rubbed her hands up and down Peter's back, trying not to look at the middle aged man that stared at them weirdly as he walked down the hallway.

"I'm not gonna break up with you." She told him, moving to close the door and then push him away to see him. She pushed some of the hair out of his face, wiping a couple tears. "I love you." She confessed, hand on his cheek.

"I love you too." He murmured, putting his hands on her waist and pulling her closer. She wiped his face free of tears before wiping her own, smiling at him to show they were okay.

"Why don't we go lay down?" She suggested, leading him to her bedroom. She laid down, head resting against the headboard. Peter crawled in between her legs and laid his head down on her best, arms wrapped tightly around her middle. She carded her fingers through his hair, quietly humming.

"Why did you ignore me?" He finally asked, not moving. Y/N froze sightly.

"It's stupid." She whispered, continuing to run her fingers through his hair. She leaned down to kiss the top of his head, but he moved so he could see her.

"What is it?" He asked, and the look on his face made her spill.

"Ned and MJ bet me fifty dollars if I could go twenty-four hours without speaking to you." She said, not looking at him. "I had to turn my phone off because I couldn't do it." She told him, and he shook his head against her, going to lay down back down on her. She hoped he wouldn't be upset, but she'd understand if he was.

"How much longer do you have?" He asked, shocking her. She turned to look at the clock next to her bed, noticing it was twelve thirty-nine.

"Six hours." She sighed, moving one of her hands down his back. "I'm so glad I don't have to do it anymore." She confessed, not sure how much longer she could have gone without him in her arms.

"If I leave now and we meet back up at six forty-five, can we split it?" He asked, making her smirk.

"I like the way you think, Peter Parker." She whispered, the two getting up.

"My only condition is I have to stay the night." He told her as he stood, and she smiled.

"An amazing condition, if I do say so myself." He leaned forward and pressed his hands on each side of the bed, their faces close.

"I'll see you in six hours." He kissed her before standing back up, her still sitting up on the bed.

"I love you." She said, a little flustered simply by using the words.

"I love you too." He kissed her once more before smirking and leaving.

"You do realize it's only twenty five dollars each?" She yelled when he was out of sight.

"We can use it on our date next week!" He yelled out, causing her to make a puzzled face.

"We have a date next week?" She heard him open the door.

"We do now!"

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Hi i just read your work and it is amazing!!!! Buuut, if its possible can you make a part 2 of Scraps? Like, the first one was so good... it kinda needs a sequel😂😂 if thats possible

Had to think about what I would write for a little bit, but I think I've got it.

Scraps (Part 2): Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Kakucho Hitto, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Manjiro Sano, Hajime Kokonoi, and Takeomi Akashi x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.9k

tw: NSFW

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A pussy clenching, breath hitching, thighs squeezing mess.

That's what you're reduced to as you're in class, the soundless, dual vibrator/clit sucking device hidden neatly in your underwear.

Ever since you'd been introduced to the Alpha boys, they'd made you their personal plaything. And you didn't really mind; it was something to do when things got boring around the sorority house. But sometimes... they'd take their experiments out of your scope of knowledge.

This was one of them.

You were given the toy and told that if you could hold off on cumming for twelve hours, you'd be rewarded with whatever you wanted. But you couldn't take it out, you couldn't tell anyone - oh, and you didn't know who had the remote to it. The device is only controlled by a discreet, white remote, and any one of the seven men could have it, changing the speed or the pattern of vibrations of the device. Right now, it's on a pulsing cycle, making you squirm slightly in your seat as the professor lectures about art history.

You're sitting in the very back of the lecture hall where no one would sit if they wanted to pass the class. But you're content with today being an off-day. You need to survive this challenge, first.

You can't help but think of the various dicks that would be yours for the choosing once you finish today's challenge. But it's only ten o'clock.

Ten more hours.

Around twelve, you're trying your best to keep yourself calm, sitting on the edge of your seat while you attempt a test. The speed changes from pulsing to a dull vibration, giving you a brief break from the jolts of pleasure that go straight to your clit.

"Ms. Y/n, can you come up to my desk, please? Bring your test." You look up at your professor, who is cooking her finger at you. For a moment, you wonder if she's caught on to your little predicament, but when you approach her desk, she takes your test and crumples it up before throwing it in the trash, much to your surprise. "I forgot to tell you that you have an A in the class, so you don't need to take this test." You sigh in relief, just as the vibration changes to a more intense sensation. You tense up, clenching your legs before thanking your professor and leaving the classroom quickly.

You can't take much more of this.

Around three pm, you're laying in the sorority house, face down in a pillow as you moan, the feeling of an orgasm building on top of the other six or seven ruined orgasms from earlier. But you stuff this one down with the others, tears decorating your pillowcase as you sob in frustration.

Five more hours.

_____________________________________________________________

At six o'clock, you're at your breaking point.

Dinner is at seven, but you can't even focus on anything except the buzzing between your legs. You're hazy, staring at yourself in the mirror and blinking slowly. There had been no relief, no naps, no rest from the torment, but the pink device inside of you persisted, making you want to cum over and over again. All you can do is think about algebra or something disappointing to prevent yourself from cumming all over the device and losing the challenge.

Suddenly, your phone begins to chime, and you raise it to your face, seeing "Alpha House" on the screen.

"Hello?" you breathe into the receiver, and you hear a chuckle on the other end.

"Are you okay, princess?" It's Mikey. The vibrator begins to pulse again, and you bite your lip.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. What's going on?"

"Come by the house at seven-thirty. The boys are excited to see you." Mikey hangs up the phone and you stifle a loud moan, trying to keep yourself together before you meet the boys.

One hour left.

At seven-thirty, you're standing at the door of the house, and the vibrator is going crazy. You almost didn't make it across the campus without your legs going weak, but you prop yourself up against the door with a hand, quivering at you wait for the boys to answer the door.

"Little sister..." Ran answers the door, his violet eyes observing your quaking figure. "You made it." You try to step through the door, but Ran catches you in his arms, stooping to pick you up. He holds you against his chest, cooing into your ear about how you're such a good girl, and how they're going to take good care of you before the night is over. You're deposited in the den, where the other guys are, and Ran parts your legs with tender fingers, revealing the device nestled inside of your panties.

"All day, huh?" Sanzu wonders, sitting across from you on the couch and stroking your thigh. "You're such a good girl for us. Kakucho, Rindou, and Kokonoi didn't think you would make it."

"We placed bets," Rindou explains, forking his cash over to his brother with a small sigh. "But you proved me wrong." Mikey appears, his black eyes roaming over all of those present in the room before sliding and focusing on your half-dazed self on the couch, legs spread and shaking.

"Ready to guess who had the remote today?" You nod, breath quivering as you look around the room at the men. Your first bet would be on Sanzu, but you figure guessing him would be too obvious. Your second guess would be Rindou, but he also seemed like the most obvious. So you're left with Kakucho, Kokonoi, Mikey, Takeomi, and Ran. "You get three guesses."

Three guesses. Five men.

"M-Mikey?" Various members of the frat shake their heads. Of course, Mikey wouldn't, he just comes up with the ideas. Takeomi seems almost too bored with you, so he's off the list, too. Two guesses and four men. A twenty-five percent chance of getting it right.

"Kakucho?" He shakes his head, leaning on the back of a chair and blinking slowly.

"One more guess."

Kokonoi or Ran. Fifty-percent chance of getting it right. Kokonoi had a class with you today, but you didn't see him move his hands around as you watched from the back of the class at all. But the sensation also didn't change during the class. You have to take a chance, though.

"Ran." The violet-eyed man smiles, then produces the white remote from his pants.

"Smart girl."

"But how--"

"On Wednesdays, my work-study has me all over campus. Every time I saw you or walked by the sorority house, I'd change the vibration." Sanzu chuckles then looks at his watch.

"It's time, ain't it?" Mikey pulls your underwear off, leaving the lacy thing on the floor before looking at the device, then back at you.

"You earned yourself some extra credit," he begins. "Are you ready for us, pretty girl?"

"Yes," you keen, jerking your hips up. "Yes, I am."

"Good." Mikey slides the vibrator out of you and puts it up to your lips so you can taste yourself. You suck the device slowly, fingers coming down to caress your swollen clit as you suck your juices off of it.

After this, he stands you up and bends you over the back of the couch, feeling a large, warm pair of hands on your hips. "I'm not going last this time," Takeomi mutters, pants down around his ankles. "Been waiting for this all day." You're more than prepared to take his length, your pussy squelching and sucking his cock into you. "Fuck, yeah..." The slapping sounds of your backside against Takeomi's hips begin, and you moan, feeling the relief of a cock filling you up.

The other six just watch, some with their dicks out, others palming themselves over their pants. Mikey, as usual, is standing at the back of the room, watching the scene before him with crossed arms. This is his foreplay.

He enjoys watching and listening to you squeal more than anything. He enjoys having control over six men who will bend you over and use you as a willing cum dump if necessary, like a breeder who requires his bulls to try their luck with you, the lone heifer.

And it's pleasurable enough for you to keep coming back for more.

"Why don't we record this one?" Sanzu wonders and Takeomi laughs.

"You're gonna have to ask little sister, here. She might not--"

"That-that's fine," you pant.

"Just a little POV thing," Ran adds, pulling out his phone. "Make it real nice, Takeomi." You look back and watch the man inside of you point the phone at the space between your hips, watching his cock go in and out of you with a smile on his face.

"Look at that pussy... she's creaming all over my cock..."

And each frat brother waits his turn to cum in you, with Ran's being the most you've ever felt inside of you at one time, and Sanzu's being the roughest. Kokonoi is taking his turn when you feel cum sliding down your leg, and when he's done, cum drains out of you in a small flood. Your fingers, which have been running over your clit and bringing you close to climaxing, are covered in it, and you want so desperately to stick them inside of yourself and then suck them dry.

Kakucho takes his time bringing you pleasure, tweaking your nipples, and running his tongue down your back and up again. You suppose someone else is filming you two, because both of his hands are on your body as he pumps you full of cum, ghosting his fingers over the slight bulge from his long cock.

Rindou is last, and you watch Mikey pull out his own cock, stroking it while Rin slams his hips into you, making you moan louder than you thought possible. He grips your neck from behind, choking you lightly as you let drool run past your lips and onto the couch. You hear Ran complimenting his brother on his fucking, and your raise on your tiptoes, praying his dick would stop slamming into your cervix.

"Take it," Rin whispers in your ear. "You can take it, sweet girl." You choke out a cry, then grip the couch for all it's worth as Rindou lets himself go. When he pulls out, Mikey stands, his eyes focused on your face as he walks around the couch, taking the phone from Ran and pointing it at your filled and abused pussy.

"Push it all out for me, sweetheart." You obey, feeling the cum leak out of you rapidly before Mikey stands, swiping his cockhead over your pussy lips. "You haven't cum yet?" You shake your head, breathing heavily. "Go ahead and cum on my dick." Mikey enters you and fiddles with your swollen clit, bringing you back to the edge and not relenting. You get no warning prior to the orgasm crashing over you; the feeling of release almost taking you out.

"Oh my fucking god," you cry out, and Mikey pistons his hips a little faster as you clench around him.

"That's a good pussy," he grunts, left hand gripping your hip while he cums inside of you, growling low in his throat. When he's done, he backs away, watching you push out his cum, too. "Now I want you to get on the floor and lick it up," he orders you. "Lick all of our cum up."

You get on your knees and lick the puddle off the polished wooden floor, each man watching you with slack jaws. When you're done, you show Mikey your tongue. He approaches you, grabs your throat, and spits in it, closing your mouth as you swallow that, too.

"Such a good little slut, aren't you?"

[writingsofhubris-a]

Throne

[AO3] Rating: E WC: 2477 Tags: charity auction, sofa sex, teasing, Fandom: Matador Ship: Andres Galan/Reader Disc: Volunteered by your boss for a buy a bachelor event, you hadn’t exactly wanted to attend and be auctioned, even if it was for a good event. But Andres? You didn’t find you minded when he won.

You hadn’t wanted to be a part of this event, but no one else at your company had been willing to volunteer. The rules had been explicit: Your boundaries would be respected no matter what, and it would only be for twenty four hours; seven PM to six thirty PM the next day. 

And, your company would reimburse any expenses you may need to be reimbursed for.

Being auctioned off to rich bachelors did have its draws, though. The thought of men betting at least your annual salary just to spend a night with you? That was addictive. 

“And I have thirty thousand dollars for this fine man on stage. Now don’t forget folks, he’s got a silver tongue to match his sterling personality. Going once, going twice…” 

“Fifty thousand dollars.” The gently accented voice rang through everyone, and you saw the paddle of the man who’d just bid on you slowly lowering. He was handsome, that was for sure. pretty in a way that was rarely successful in this town. 

Salt and pepper on his face, curls at the nape of his neck, you really hoped that he won the bidding match quite suddenly. 

“I have fifty thousand dollars, do I hear fifty five?” A paddle was raised in response. 

“Sixty, do I hear sixty thousand?” Another paddle. “Eighty thousand dollars!” His paddle was up again, and you glanced at the auctioneer, hoping he’d pick up on what you were trying to tell him; that you wanted the man to win. 

“Eighty thousand going once! Twice! Our charming bachelor is sold to Andres Galan.” You let your smile ring through brightly to the other guests, before making your way to Andres, letting your hand trail over his shoulder as a way of greeting. 

He was a handsome man, that was for sure. You’d only heard of him in any capacity as the owner of the LA Riots owner until now, but he was more attractive than you’d realized he was. 

“Buenas noches,” Andres greeted you, allowing your hand to slide into his, only for his hand to lift to his lips, kissing your knuckles. 

“Good evening, Mr Galan,” you replied, allowing the space to disappear between you. 

Nerves rang through your stomach for the rest of the auction, watching a few others that you had met be auctioned for high prices. Good numbers for the children’s network you were supporting, at least.

You didn’t know where you’d been expecting to be taken to, but a lovely steakhouse, mostly silent for the night, hadn’t been one of them. The delicious food was incomparable, but it was dulled by the captivating topics that Andres offered your ears. He was fascinating in the most straightforward way; a man who had worked his way from the bottom up, who had supported the small family that he had, the man who had figured out what it was that was keeping his family safe. 

“I had no idea what types of cell phones were popular, what cell phones were even common, when I showed up in LA. I had no idea other than my own illusions and desires to be truth. I didn’t allow that to stop me. It was hard when I first came here, just me and my daughter. But I made it work, I allowed Cinna a life she would not have gotten in Mexico.” Listening to him was heaven on earth, the accent fluttering over your skin. 

“You made a choice no one should have to make. Betterment of their children, or their home. I think you make the right choice.” Your hand moved to his, resting on the top of the table. 

“Thank you,” Andres said, a smile on his lips. 

“Don’t thank me for the truth, Andres.” 

Your food was served just then, interrupting any more votes of confidence. Your eyes rarely left him over the next few hours. 

“And I believe this is you,” Andres said, the gears in the car shifting into park. The hour had barely hit eleven; not even four of the twenty four hours he’d won tonight. There was no obligation to complete the full twenty four hours, that had been made explicitly clear to you. 

Andres’ knee was solid under your hand, thumb rubbing a soothing rhythm into the muscle. The darkness of the road made you more willing to run your hand up his thigh, feeling the flesh under the soft material of his pants. You could tell by the feel of the fabric he took pride in his appearance. 

“It would be… If you didn’t have another eighteen hours of my company, Mr. Galan. Are you going to use them?” Your hand slid up the inside of his thigh, and his fingers moved to your jaw, tilting your face to his. The firmness softened after a few moments, his thumb brushing over your jaw. 

“Do you want to spend more time with me?” 

“More than you know.” 

The ride to his house was long. It was filled with tension, with a desire to jump on the man the second you had the chance. Your hand never left his thigh the entire time, time that he happily took for his pleasure, the manual shifter engaging every so often as he navigated. 

His house was almost exactly what you expected; sleek, fancy, every bit of the elegance you’d expected from Andres Galan. The large windows of his living room beckoned you closer, stopping with your hands on the back of his sofa. The leather pressed down under your weight, plush material giving under you.

You could still see the lights of LA under you, the large floor to ceiling windows offering you the valley below. 

You felt removed from everything, in your own private world over the excitement of the city. Andres had a bird’s eye view, and you almost likened it to the view from the owner’s box of his stadium. 

You turned around to face Andres, the sight a background to you now. He’d paid good money to have you for the night, and you had to believe that stood for something. 

“Mr Galan,” You said, your hand reaching out, palm up, “Would you like to join me?” He moved closer, a small smile on his lips. Before your hands connected, your hand angled up, grasping onto his tie, a yellow piece with diamonds scattered over the surface. It suited him, in a way. 

You used that soft material as leverage, pulling him closer to you, just as his hands slid from your knees to your hips, slotting himself against you. 

He hadn’t felt oily like some of the other owners you’d met, there was a charm around him. You’d wanted to be swept up by a millionaire, taken care of, if only for a night. As Andres’ lips met yours, tongue darling out to trace your lower lip, you were certain he’d let you indulge in that fantasy. 

Andres let a hand open your shirt, drifting the tips of his fingers over the bared skin. 

“Turn around, and bend over,” Andres instructed, taking a step back from you, giving you the room needed to turn around over the leather, the soft material the only thing you could grip.

Andres’ hands were your focal point, both of them grabbing your wrists, pulling your arms to be pinned against your hips. You couldn’t move much from the vantage he had you at, only able to spread your legs further for him, his warm thighs against yours.  

"Don't move." Andres guided your hands to hold onto the back of the sofa, his hand reaching around your hips to slide open your pants, sliding them down your legs. His skin was warm, and you could feel the strength in them. 

It was then that his lips moved along the back of your neck. The kisses were gentle, until he got to your shoulder, through the material of your shirt, biting against your skin. Arousal poured into you, the sudden rush forcing a moan out of your throat. His stiff cock was pressed against your ass, minutely grinding into you. 

“Don’t waste any time,” you whispered, daring for just a moment. 

“I’ll spend it how I like,” he replied, but one of his hands moved to your cock, stroking with the barest of touches. “I paid for this time.” He was right, and your head dipped below your shoulders, holding in a frustrated grunt. 

His hand wrapped more firmly around you after a moment, and you felt a slick finger move to your asshole, slowly starting to stretch you. 

you were soon a panting mess, your head still hanging between your shoulders. He had gotten three fingers in before he couldn’t handle it anymore, soft Spanish falling from his lips. 

Your moans mirrored each other’s when his lube covered cock slid into you, and after a shift of his hips, he was sliding against your prostate with each thrust. If it wasn’t for the back of the sofa, you knew that you would have fallen already, your knees all but giving out. 

His rich voice kept offering you sweet praises, every one just pushing you further to the pleasure he was pulling from you. 

It didn’t take terribly long for you to both finish, his cum splattering in you as yours splattered against the leather of the sofa. By the time that your mind returned to you, Andres had walked away, and you heard the water running nearby. 

He returned with a damp rag, carefully cleaning up your thighs. 

“I won’t complain if we spend the rest of the time like this.” When the rag pulled away, you finally found your knees again, and turned around to look Andres in the eyes, continuing. “Better than anything I can think of.” Your eyes pointedly looked down from his eyes to lips, before looking back after a few long seconds.

You were curled into his side, bodies slowly drying of the sweat that had accumulated over the last few hours. Your head was tipped up, looking at the man with his eyes closed, face lit only by the ambient lighting of the room. Your hand moved to wrap around a lock of his hair, shaken loose from behind his ear. Part of you was certain that Andres had fallen asleep between the silken sheets you were both between, but when you tugged gently on the hair around your finger, Andres’ lips curved up. He looked breathtaking, and you couldn’t believe he had been the one paying to spend a night with you. 

His voice started up after a few moments, full of gravel from nearly falling asleep. As you laid on his chest, getting comfortable, he offered more of his story, of how he’d come to own the Riot, how he’d all but fought tooth and nail to find himself an owner of a successful soccer team. 

It was clear it wasn’t some sexual frustration that had driven him to buying a companion for the night. Andres just wanted just that; a companion.

The sun rose on your shoulders pressed into the pillows, Andres’ arm wrapped around you, once more buried deeply inside you, pulling pleasure from you in the slowest way he could manage. His actions were slow, but assured, and he’d already managed to turn your legs into jelly. 

One of your hands moved to lace into the hair at the back of his head, pulling him down to your lips. The passion that powered through the kiss was enough for him to speed up just that needed bit, wrapping his hand around your cock and letting you finish. He finished just moments later, softly groaning into your shoulder. 

When he pulled back, you looked up into his brown eyes, flecks of gold and amber shining from the morning light streaming into the room. Your fingers slipped into his hair, streaks of silver catching in the light between your fingers. His head tilted to your hand for just a moment, before smiling, catching himself in the moment of affection. 

It was at that moment that you heard noise from what you assumed to be the kitchen. 

“Ah! My chef must have arrived.” With one final kiss to your shoulder, Andres slid out of you. “Get up, I am certain there is something delicious to be had.” Your stomach suddenly growled, punctuating his words with audible interest. For just a moment, you eyed the clothes Andres had pulled from your body last night, trying to decide if it was worth it to get back into the dirty clothes yet. 

It was then that Andres appeared behind you, guiding a robe up your arms, the expensive fabric comforting against your skin. His hands smoothed over your shoulders, only to press a kiss to the back of your neck. His own robe looked almost identical to the one he’d just put on you, and the luxury looked good on him. 

Breakfast was delicious, and more than filling for you both.

His office was styled similarly to his penthouse. Deep wood, beautiful leather seating, the windows placed just so to look out and enjoy any game that would be had on the field. Watching the players practice didn’t hold your attention for too long, choosing instead to perch against Andres’ desk, your head cocked to the side. 

“So what do you do during games? Do you really watch every single one?” He shook his head, a soft laugh falling from his lips. It filled the room, connecting the space between you both. 

“Depends on how badly we are losing.” Daring for just a moment, your foot moved up to the armrest on his chair, turning it just enough so Andres was once again facing you. A surge of cockiness was snaking through your body, looking at Andres as you leant back over his desk just slightly. Your eyes ran over him, relaxed as he was in his chair. 

“Surely you’ve at least thought of doing something… illicit, babygirl.” 

You don’t know what happened between starting that sentence and ‘babygirl’ slipping out of your lips. What you did know was that you heard a clatter of that toy car he had on his desk on the floor, and Andres’ hands pinning yours to the desk. His hips were between your thighs once more, and your eyes were locked on his lips. 

“Or have you just been looking for the right person to fulfill that with?” 

“You play with fire without realizing it, don’t you?” 

“When’s the next match, Mr Galan?”

“Next Saturday.”

“We’ve got a couple hours left. I say we give it a trial run.” You leant up the little bit you could, and took his lips in a deep kiss. Andres hummed into the kiss, pushing just that little closer. 

“Always room for more practice.”

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[two-red-lungs]

Player of Games

Eddie Munson Drabble

Content: Implied reader/Eddie, DnD shenanigans, fluff

Summary: Sitting nearby and spectating one of the Hellfire games can almost be as fun as playing them. Especially when you know exactly how the combat encounter is going to end.

Word Count: 1157

“Why isn’t your girlfriend playing with us this time, dude? College make her too cool for us?” One of the newer Hellfire club faces asked, looking at Eddie, who was perched up on his seat behind the DM screen.

Without even looking up, Eddie waved a hand in my direction, focused on his notes. “The good lady has sided with the foul Beholder. She knows too much.”

I dropped my copy of Startide Rising from my eyes, reclined on one of the Hawkins High play set pieces in our nook behind the stage. “He’s saying I helped him prep the combat for this encounter. Can’t play if you’re a co-conspirator.”

Over his screen, Eddie winked at me. Like a grand maestro directing an orchestra, he slowly lit the candles on the table, tension rising… and then he began the session right where they had left off. Backstage lights dimmed. All attention on him.

Munson was a performer for sure. It shone even when he was off the stage: he was always at 110 percent, twenty-four seven. His lips wove seas of sound and story, gestures sending candle flames aflutter, spinning rapt illusory webs of high fantasy that ensnared his players. It was enchanting to watch from the outside.

Incredibly geeky, but enchanting.

“...King Terevin gives a wave of his hand, and the massive iron gate begins to slowly lift with a click, click, click.” He punctuated every onomatopoeia with knuckles against the wooden table. He spread his fingers. “The gaping maw of darkness stretches wide in front of you, our brave guild recruits. You hear the thunk, thunk, thunk of heavy, wet flesh, scraping across the stone. And then,” Eddie rose in his seat, holding clasped hands out over the board, “lumbering out into the light of the fighting pit, the crowd roaring in your ears—” He dropped the hulking miniature onto the graph paper map, “—Is a titanic, club-weilding, undead flesh atronach!”

The table exploded into cries, Dustin grabbing Mike’s sleeve and shaking it vigorously. The players protested in fear and Eddie gleefully rolled out the enemy’s stats: twenty feet tall, level ten, boasting 220 hit points. He spat the facts over the cacophony.

“A creature of infamy and legend!” Eddie crowed. “Known throughout the king’s lands, older than the stones that built the very fortress it’s imprisoned in! Your most dangerous foe yet.” He rubbed his hands together and pointed at the players. “Alright. Roll for initiative.”

I made steady headway in my science fiction novel as the table thrummed with action nearby, voices echoing off the high theater ceiling. Spells were cast, blows were struck. Poor Mike’s new elven sorcerer got his shit rocked, down to two hit points and barely avoiding getting reduced to a smear of blood on the cobblestones. 

“I click my Sidon’s boots of speed, doubling my speed, and use my full movement to get…” One of Eddie’s players said, counting on his player sheet. He was pretty new. Only sat through three sessions, with three wins under his belt. It made him cocky. “Fifty feet to the side. Then I use my fast movement feat—” The other players groaned, protesting him leaving the formation, “—to take a dash as a bonus action, adding fifteen feet.”

Eddie slowly moved the player’s mini across the board. As he did, he looked out under his fringe of hair at me. “Congrats, man.” His eyes never left mine. “You’re now flanking the atronach.”

I pressed my lips together to keep from smiling, hiding my face in my book. Remembering the conversation we had had last night. My grin would be a sure-fire giveaway to the players.

Ten-thirty PM, pouring over the monster manual, trying to come up with some contingency plans to throw roadblocks in the group’s way. Eddie bit at his nail, looking at the stats sheet. “I don’t wanna pad the atronach’s health any more than we already have. I mean, I’m known for my epic TPKs, but that’s just cruel.”

“You’ve basically custom-built a killing machine NPC, Ed.” I reminded him, painting the last finishing touch stitch on the miniature. I set the tiny brush down on Eddie’s crowded desk. “You gotta use it. They’re leveled enough. But maybe you can put some, like, secret rules in place.”

He rested his hands on his hips, looking over at me. “Like what?”

I shrugged, blowing on the mini. It was perfect. Ugly, undulating waves of flesh. “Like, uh… the party’s rogue. The new-ish guy? He always thinks he’s a solo act, right? If he breaks away from the safety of the party, punish him for it. Hold the atronach’s legendary actions until he does.”

A slow, broad grin began to crawl across Eddie’s face. “Oh. Wow. You’re kinda evil. I like it.”

He was giving me the same look now, a night later, fingers moving away from the rogue’s miniature. Did I feel good about basically sentencing the cocky player’s favorite genasi player character to death? Yes. No.

Maybe a little. 

“I use my secondary action to throw my poisoned daggers at the flesh atronach, using my cloak of shadows to get stealth damage.” The player dropped a die onto the table. “That’s an eighteen, plus a mod two. Dirty twenty to hit.” He sat back in his seat, arms folded, smug. Far too confident for a rogue with his actions all burned up.

“That’s a hit.” Eddie smiled back just as smugly. He paused, dragging the silence out. Everyone was waiting for him to describe the crippling damage. “...But. Your genasi releases the dagger, and they spin into nothing, clattering to the floor.” He snatched the mini off the table, and the chorus of protests started to rise. “The atronach’s glowing jewel embedded in its chest flares, and suddenly it’s gone. It uses a legendary action—” The chorus became a myriad of shocked shrieks, “—and teleports right next to Sir Endon the Rogue.”

The player’s face dropped. 

“He raises his twisted, mighty club, and brings it down…” Eddie paused to roll dice in his tray behind his screen, resin clattering against felt, “... for thirty-eight damage—”

“Dustin, your spare the dying spell!” The player shrieked in dismay. “Use spare the dying!”

“You’re not in range!” Dustin poineded wildly at the board, spittle flying “You moved way outta range!”

“—plus ten prone damage. That’s fifteen negative, right? You know what that means.” Eddie continued on. He dropped his face into the flickering candlelight shadows, and with a flick of his fingers, knocked the player’s mini over. “You…” he murmured darkly, “are dead. Reduced to a soup of blood and viscera, splattering the arena.”

The player was flabberghast. The other players ooohed at the sight, hooting. The rogue’s player face twisted, and he stood up, chair screeching. “Man. Seriously? Really?”

Eddie bowed his head. “The school of defeat in brutal, but a swift teacher.”

“Shouldn’t have broken formation, man.” Mike said.

“Whatever. God, ugh. Whatever. I’m going to the vending machine. Gonna clear my head.” With that the hellfire club member stormed off into the shadows, a beam of hallway light cutting across the theater as he pushed open the theatre door in a huff.

“I want a root beer!” I called to his retreating form as he left.

“Dos root beers, por favor!” Eddie tacked on. He shot me a secretive grin, lips all quirked up on one side, and I shook my head, smiling down at my book. He took far too much pleasure in this. 

Teamwork makes the dream work, right?

“Now.” Eddie turned back to his remaining mid-combat with a devious, dark smile on his face. “Where were we?”

[korstudying]

Week 4 vocabulary

안녕하세요~ If you have been following my blog, you’ll know that I am currently studying in South Korea. I decided to share the vocabulary I have to learn every week. So if you want to study in Korea, this might be a fun little challenge for you to try and keep up! This is the actual pace, so a great way to get into the Korean study vibes~~

All the vocabulary can be found on memrise.

to sleep - 자다

to get up - 일어나다

to wash - 씻다

to eat - 먹다

to drink - 마시다

to rest - 쉬다

to watch - 보다

to meet - 만나다

to say goodbye - 헤이지다

to ask something - 물어보다

to teach - 가르치다

to learn - 배우다

to read - 읽다

to listen - 듣다

to write - 쓰다

to like - 좋아하다

to dislike - 싫어하다

to start - 시작하다

to finish - 끝나다

to give - 주다

to receive - 받다

To buy - 사다

to play - 놀다

zero (native) - 영

one (native) - 하나

two (native) - 둘

three (native) - 셋

four (native) - 넷

five (native) - 다섯

six (native) - 여섯

seven (native) - 일곱

eight (native) - 여덟

nine (native) - 아홉

ten (native) - 열

twenty (native) - 스물

counter for items - 개

counter for people (polite) - 명

counter for people (formal) - 분

counter for paper - 장

counter for shoes, socks, gloves - 켤레

counter for clothes - 벌

counter for cups - 잔

counter for berries, flowers - 송이

counter for cars, electronics - 대 

counter for animals - 마리

counter for books - 권

counter for bottles - 병

to dye (hair) - 염색하다

to ride a bike - 자전거 타다

Review - 복습

number, figure - 숫자

alone - 혼자

washing machine - 세탁기

washing room - 세탁실

laundry detergent - 세제

soap - 비누

vaccuum - 청소기

and - 그리고

but - 하지만

road - 길

professional/public kitchen - 주방

Roommate - 룸마이트

AM - 오전

PM - 오후

bare - handed exercise - 맨손운동

nephew - 조카

Wife's little sister - 저제

thirty (native) - 서른

forty (native) - 마흔

fifty (native) - 쉰

sixty (native) - 예순

seventy (native) - 일흔

eighty (native) - 여든

ninety (native) - 아흔

Cake - 케이크

watermelon - 수박

smell - 냄새

carton drink box - 팩

postcard - 엽서

can - 캔

plastic bag - 봉지

do you want a plastic bag? - 봉지 드릴까요?

insect - 곤충

mosquito - 모기

fly (animal) - 파리 (동물)

worm - 벌레

shrimp - 새우

centipede - 지네

spider - 거미

ant - 개미

shellfish - 조개

oyster - 굴

bee - 벌

wasp - 말벌

sea animals - 해산동물

fish - 생선

octopus - 문어

squid - 오징이

pig - 돼지

horse - 말

grape - 포도

banana - 바나나

cherry tomato - 방울 토마토

leaflet - 전단지

What date? - 며칠이에요?

What day is it? - 무슨 요일이에요?

Sunday - 일요일

Monday - 월요일

Tuesday - 화요일

Wednesday - 수요일

Thursday - 목요일

Friday - 금요일

Saturday - 토요일

January - 일월

February - 이월

March - 삼월

April - 사월

May - 오월

June - 유월

July - 칠월

August - 팔월

September - 구월

October - 시월

November - 십일월

December - 십이월

One o'clock - 한 시

Two o'clock - 두 시

Three o'clock - 세 시

Four o'clock - 네 시

Five o'clock - 다섯 시

Six o'clock - 여섯 시

Seven o'clock - 일곱 시

Eight o'clock - 여덟 시

Nine o'clock - 아홉 시

Ten o'clock - 열 시

Eleven o'clock - 열한 시

Twelve o'clock - 열두 시

what - 무슨

From -  - 부터

To, until -  - 까지

appointment - 약속

good - 좋아요

how are you? - 잘 지내요?

holiday - 휴일

so, therefore - 그래서

Parents - 부모님

why - 왜

children's day - 어린이날

parent's day - 어버이닐

Teacher's day - 스승의 날

calender - 달력

Zoom - 줌

public health - 보건소

student ID - 학번

National foundation day - 개천절

Hangeul day - 한글날

Online - 온라인

to chat - 채팅하다

[strawberry--bride]

DIABOLIK LOVERS Haunted Dark Bridal ー Sharon’s Route [DARK PROLOGUE]

*FLASHBACK*

Sharon: ( ...Nn... )

???: ーー.

Sharon: ( ...Huh? )

???: ーー mi.

Sharon: ( Someone is...calling for me...? )

Location: Kitchen 

???: Geez. You were spacing out, weren’t you? ...I asked what you’d like to eat for dessert tonight?

Little girl: Hmー ...Strawberry shortcake!

Sharon: ( This voice...seems familiar... )

???: Eh~~? Again? We already had that yesterday, remember?

Sharon: ( Ahー I remember...It’s mom’s voice... )

???: You can’t blame our little girl, can you? ...Mama’s strawberry shortcake is the best in the whole world, isn’t it?

Little girl: ...In the whole universe~!

Sharon: ( Dad... )

Mom: Haah...Fine, fine. I can’t say no when you give me that look.

Dad: Come on, let’s go set the table while mama prepares dinner. 

Little girl: Mmh...!

*FLASHBACK ENDS*

*Rustle*

Sharon: ...ーー!!

Location: Sakamaki manor ;; Sharon’s room

Sharon: ...Ah.

( A dream, huh...? It has been a while since mom and dad showed up in my dreams. I wonder why it happened right now...? )

Sharon looks around the room.

Sharon: It seems like yesterday’s happenings weren’t just part of a bad dream, unfortunately...

( Vampires... )

( It still doesn’t quite click inside my head. However, their behavior was undoubtedly suspicious. )

( I don’t want to live here the rest of my life being used as a food source though. )

( If I can make it back to the orphanage, perhaps I can talk things over with the people of the Church. )

She gets out of bed.

*Rustle*

Reiji: ...Good morning.

Sharon: Wah...!?

( H-How long has he been standing there...!? )

Reiji: Two minutes and six seconds.

Sharon: Eh?

Reiji: I told you to wake up at 7 PM sharp. It is currently two past seven. In short, you are late.

Sharon: I-It’s only two minutes...

Reiji: Haah...Good grief. I can already tell you severely lack discipline. ーー Fortunately for you, I am more than willing to provide you with the proper ‘guidance’ to ensure you develop into a fine, young lady.

Sharon: ...G-Guidance?

( Uu...His eyes are scary. I don’t think I want to know what his ‘guidance’ is about... )

Reiji: Ahem. That will have to wait till later, however. You should make haste and get ready for school, or we will be more than just ‘two minutes’ late.

Sharon: School...? At this hour?

Reiji: Oh, my sincere apologies. I suppose I have yet to inform you of this matter. Starting today, you will attend night school with us. 

Sharon: ( Night school...!? )

Reiji: Ryoutei Academy has a long-standing reputation of being one of the best schools in the area, so rest assured.

Sharon: But...

Reiji: If you are worried about the formalities, do not fret. Everything has been arranged already. You are scheduled to start today. Your uniform has been prepared as well.

Sharon: ( A-Amazing...They got all of it arranged so quickly... )

Reiji: Any questions?

Sharon: Eh? Ah, no...I understand.

Reiji: Very well. I will meet you downstairs in five minutes then. Exactly five minutes.

Reiji leaves the room.

Sharon: ( Attending class with a bunch of Vampires feels so surreal...Well, at least I’ll be safe at school, right? )

...

*Rustle*

She pulls a little recipe book from underneath her pillow.

Sharon: Mom, dad...I wonder how you two would react if you knew what kind of situation I’m currently in. I’m sure you’d be worried about me, huh...?

( I’m sorry...For always causing trouble... )

...Ah! Oh no, I should hurry up and get dressed! If I’m even one second late, I’ll get scolded by Reiji-san again!

*TIMESKIP*

Location: Sakamaki manor ;; Living room

Sharon: ーー Made it!

Reiji: ...Four minutes and fifty-eight seconds.

Sharon: That’s under five minutes, right?

Reiji: Yes, you did make it on time. However...

Reiji approaches her.

Sharon: ( E-Eh...? )

*Rustle rustle*

Reiji: You intend to show up for your first day at a new school looking like that? Your ribbon is horribly crooked.

Sharon: ( Ah... )

Reiji: That should do. 

Sharon: T-Thank you very much...

She looks around.

Sharon: Um...Where are the others?

Reiji: The triplets and Subaru are waiting in the limousine outside. As for that deadbeat...

Shuu: ...I’m here.

Reiji: You are late, Shuu.

Shuu: Pwaah...So? School is a drag anyway.

Reiji: Honestly...It pains me knowing someone like you is the heir of this family.

Sharon: ( I noticed this yesterday as well but...There seems to be a lot of tension between these two... )

U-Um...Shuu-san, Reiji-san...We should probably...

Reiji: Right. I cannot allow myself to be late for class because of that deadbeat’s lack of discipline. Let us head towards the limousine.

Location: Limousine 

Sharon: ( ...It’s my first time inside an actual limousine. I’m sure this could have made for a really unique experience. However, it’s a little difficult to enjoy when ーー )

*Rustle*

Laito: ...Nfu~ Ichigo-chan~ Did you have a good night’s sleep in your new room? I hope you weren’t feeling too lonely? If so, I wouldn’t mind accompanying you at night, you know? 

Sharon: No, Iーー

*Rustle*

Ayato: Oi, Laito! Buzz off!

Say, Ichigo Pantsu! I bet you don’t want to sit through those borin’ ass classes either, do you? Let’s sneak out together and have some fun instead!

*Rustle*

Laito: Eeeh~? No fair, Ayato-kun! I was going to invite her as well! I figured the two of us could have a little ‘private’ biology lesson together~ Nfu~

*Rustle*

Ayato: Haah!? Biology? The fuck’s so fun ‘bout that crap? Oi, Ichigo Pantsu. You’d much rather go with Yours Truly, right? I can show you one hell of a good time, hehe. 

Sharon: ...Uu...

( I’m being..squished in between them...! I can’t...breathe...!! )

Subaru: ...Oi. Is she ‘kay? Her face’s turnin’ blue...

Laito: Ahaha~ Ichigo-chan has turned into a blueberry-chan~

Ayato: Geezー You humans are so weak...Don’t be dyin’ on us already.

Kanato: Could you all please shut up!? Teddy says you are hurting his ears! ...I’m sorry, Teddy. Next time, let’s sew their lips shut so they can no longer bother us, okay~? 

Reiji: ...Haah. I dream of the day I can enjoy a peaceful and quiet commute to school. 

ーー Ayato, Laito, give her some space. Unlike us, humans need oxygen to survive. 

Ayato and Laito move back.

*Rustle rustle*

Sharon: ...Haah!

( Thank god...! )

The car comes to a halt.

Reiji: Seems like we have arrived. Make haste, everyone. Classes are starting soon.

Ayato: Che! We’re here already? Borin’...!

Kanato: Teddy, let’s get going? I don’t want to spend another second in the same space as these pests either.

Laito: Oh well~ See you after class, Ichigo-chan~

Subaru: Oi...Keep out of trouble, ‘kay? 

Reiji: Subaru. Are you not the one usually causing trouble at school? I seem to recall being called into the principal’s office last week because you punched one of your classmates in the faーー

Subaru: S-Shut up!! I told you already! They provoked me!!

Reiji: Yes, yes, you told me. Anyway, let us go.

All five of them leave the limousine.

Sharon: ( ...I thought things would be okay at school but I’m starting to have my doubts now. )

...Hm?

Shuu: ...

Sharon: S-Shuu-san...? Shouldn’t you get out as well? Classes will start soon.

Shuu: Don’t wanna. Too much trouble.

Sharon: ( Uwah...This person really has zero motivation, does he? )

But...At this rate, Reiji-san will get upset again.

Shuu: So? That’s his problem, not mine. ーー More importantly, get over here.

*Rustle*

Sharon: Kyah...!

( He pulled me onto the seat besides him!? )

*Rustle rustle*

Sharon: ...!!

Shuu: ...Much better. These cushions just don’t cut it.

Sharon: ( ...Eeeeh!? H-He laid his head in my lap!? )

Shuu: Your blood smells a little too sickingly sweet for my tastes, but these thighs will make for a great pillow.

Sharon: ( Is that meant to be compliment? Somehow I can’t bring myself to be happy... )

*Rustle*

Sharon: S-Shuu-san...We have to get to class.

Shuu: ...

Sharon: ( He’s not listening...!? )

Sharon: Shuu-san...!

Shuu: ...Nn...Zzー...

Sharon: ( He fell asleep...!? )

*Rustle*

Sharon: ( Haah...May I somehow get through this day. )

*TIMESKIP*

Location: Ryoutei Academy ー Sophomore Classroom

*Ding・dongー Ding ・ dongー*

Sharon: ( Classes are over...! )

Phew...

She starts putting away her books.

Sharon: ( ...I’m lucky the teacher assumed I simply got lost in the hallways since it’s my first day, so he didn’t seem too upset when I showed up almost a whole period late for class. )

Ayato-kun and Kanato-kun are...Ah. 

( Ayato-kun’s asleep on his desk...As for Kanato-kun, he seems completely absorbed in his conversation with Teddy. )

She gets up from her chair.

*Thud*

Sharon: ( I suppose I can go explore the school grounds a little. There’s still some time until we’re all supposed to meet outside to head back home. )

Location: Ryoutei Academy ー Hallway

Sharon: ( That being said, this school really is huge...Day and night apart from the small Church school I attended while staying at the orphanage. )

Let’s see...The cafeteria’s that way...The library is upstairs...The science lab and music room are both on the third floor. Then this place must be...

*Rattle*

Location: Ryoutei Academy ー Infirmary

Sharon: ( Oh, it’s the infirmary. ...Let’s hope I don’t end up here too often. )

*Rustle*

...Hm?

*Rustle rustle*

Sharon: ( Ah, someone must be resting on the bed. I can’t see the school nurse around though... )

...Um, is everything okay? Do you want me to call a teacher?

( No response... )

ー She enters the room. 

Sharon: Excuse mーー Wah!?

*Rustle*

Sharon: ( I got pinned down on the bed!? )

???: ーー Shut up.

Sharon: ...Eh? S-Subaru...kun?

Subaru: You’re too damn noisy...This is the infirmary so don’t go makin’ a fuss. ...Che!

Sharon: S-Sorry...The nurse wasn’t around so I just wanted to check up to make sure everything was alright. ーー Wait. Since you’re here, does that mean you’re feeling unwell?

Subaru: ...

Sharon: ...? Ah!

( There’s a cut on his right cheek... )

Subaru: Oi! Quit starin’...!

Sharon: S-Sorry! 

...Another fight?

Subaru: It’s none of your business, is it!? 

Sharon: But we have to disinfect the wound. Ah! There’s a first-aid kit over theーー

Subaru: Are you deaf!? It’s fine! I’m no weakling like you. A lil’ scratch like this will heal in no time.

Sharon: ...!!

Subaru: ...Che.

*Rustle*

Sharon: ( Ah...He loosened his grip. )

I understand. However...

ー She reaches inside the pocket of her skirt.

Subaru: ...Hm? Oi. What are youーー

Sharon: Ah! Found it! 

I won’t force you to disinfect the cut, but we should at least cover it up. Hold still for one second, okay?

*Rustle rustle*

Subaru: ...!? ...O-Oi!

Sharon: ...There! All done! Don’t worry, all I did was put a band-aid on there. 

Subaru: Che...

Sharon: Ah! Look at the time! I’ll get going now. We’re supposed to meet by the school gate in five minutes. 

Subaru: You go ahead. I’ll join you guys in a sec.

Sharon: Mmh! See you, Subaru-kun!

Sharon leaves the room.

Subaru: ...

...Che. What’s her problem, seriously!? 

*TIMESKIP*

Location: Ryoutei Academy ー Front gate

Subaru: ...

Laito: Fufu...Fufufu...

Ayato: Pfftー! 

Kanato: Fufu~ Teddy...Take a look at that.

Shuu: ...Heh.

Subaru: ...Oi.

...Can you all stop starin’ at me already!? Is there somethin’ stuck on my face or somethin’...!?

Reiji: Ah, it seems like you are all here. Wonderfuー ...Oh, Subaru. ...Fufu. Now this is certainly unexpected.

Subaru: I’m gonna ask once more, the fuck’s wrong with you guys!? Mind your own business!!

Laito: Eeh~? We’re just in awe of how cute our baby brother looks.

ーー With that pink, strawberry band-aid. Nfu~

Subaru: ...HAAH!? 

Kanato: It fits you very well, Subaru. Your face is just as red as those strawberries right now. ...Right, Teddy?

Ayato: Ahaha! Somebody snap a pic of this!

Subaru: Y-You...What did you put on my face!?

Sharon: E-Eh...? It was the only one I had on hand soー

Reiji: Subaru. Do not cause a scene in public. Please wait until we get home to resolve this little...conflict.

Subaru: ...Heh. You bet I will. 

Oi, you...

Sharon: ...!!

Subaru: Better brace yourself.

Sharon: ( U...Uu...I was only trying to help out... )

Laito: Nfu~ Don’t break her just yet, Subaru-kun. I haven’t gotten to have some fun with Ichigo-chan yet.

Kanato: Exactly. I can’t add a broken doll to my collection.

Ayato: Oi, Ichigo Pantsu! If you promise to give me your blood right now, I don’t mind beatin’ Subaru’s sad ass for you! 

Shuu: Having her screams echo through the manor would be annoying as well...It’ll ruin my Bach.

Reiji: Remember. No blood stains on the carpets. 

Sharon: ( Mom, dad... )

( I somehow made it through my first day at this new school. )

( However, seems like I’m not out of the woods just yet... )

ーー DARK PROLOGUE: END ーー 

<- [ Main Prologue ] [ Dark 01 ] ->

[fruitcoops]

Hello! I truly love your writing! Would you consider a continuation of that piece where Jules stays with coops for a week? Or just some snippets of what they get up to?

Here’s part 1, folks! It’s about 3k words and I’m thinking there will be three or four parts total, released over the next couple days. I hope you enjoy it!

Sweater Weather and Jules credit belongs to @lumosinlove!

“Jules.” A series of gentle knocks echoed down the stairs and Sirius smiled into his coffee cup. “Jules, it’s time to wake up.”

Regulus snorted. “Bet you five bucks he has to drag the kid down.”

“Deal.”

“Jules.” Remus knocked again, sounding more exasperated. There was a heavy sigh and the door clicked open; after a moment of quiet, someone yelped. “Good morning, sunshine.”

“Go away!” Jules groaned. “An’ give it back!”

“It’s time for breakfast, get a wiggle on. I’ll carry you if I have to.”

“I’m cold.” More rustling noises followed before Jules appeared at the top of the staircase, bundled in Remus’ sweatshirt—which was really Sirius’, but it didn’t matter—and scowling. His bedhead was outstanding.

“Bon matin,” Sirius said with a smile when Jules sat heavily in the chair next to him and put his forehead on his arms. “How’d you sleep?”

“I don’t like your fiancé.”

“Oh?”

“He’s mean.”

Sirius winked at Remus as he rolled his eyes and pulled a cereal box out of the pantry. “What did he do?”

“He stole my blankets with no warning.”

“That is such a lie,” Remus scoffed. “I knocked on your door for five whole minutes before I came in!”

“Thank you for that, by the way,” Sirius said, walking over to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Reg owes me five bucks now.”

“Sweet, we can get more Oreos.”

“Oreos aren’t on your diet plan,” Jules sulked as Remus passed him a bowl of cereal and milk.

“How do you know?”

Jules mumbled something and shoved his spoon into his mouth. The night before had been hectic, with Sirius driving the Hope and Lyall to the airport while Remus helped set Jules up for the night. Regulus came back from hanging out with Leo around ten pm; by that time, Jules was still wired for sound at the idea of a week-long sleepover. He finally went to sleep around eleven thirty and Sirius and Remus crash-landed into bed, exhausted.

Practice was going to be hell.

“Why do we have to wake up early, again?” Jules asked around a yawn.

Sirius ruffled his hair as he sat down again. “Practice starts at ten. Eight o’clock is not early at all.”

He squinted at him, confused. “How early do you usually wake up?”

“Seven, seven-thirty.”

Jules shuddered and turned back to his cereal while Remus plonked himself down in Sirius’ lap with a coffee cup, looking moments away from falling asleep again. “Children are exhausting. Why did we get two of them?”

“Hey!” Jules and Regulus said in unison, clearly offended.

“We’ve got terrible judgement,” Sirius laughed.

“Older brothers are the worst, right Jules?”

“Totally. Are you coming to the rink with us?”

Regulus shook his head. “Sorry, buddy, I’ve got college stuff to work on. Want to help me with paperwork?”

Jules made a face. “I’ll pass.”

“We’re leaving in forty minutes, okay?” Remus said, stretching his back as he stood up and left Sirius’ lap cold and empty. “Jules, please take a shower.”

“I smell fine!”

“You didn’t take one yesterday or the day before. Scoot.” Jules rolled his eyes and got up. “Don’t give me that look! And put your bowl in the sink.”

Sirius and Regulus shared a glance as Jules put his stuff away and trooped up the stairs. “Hi, Hope,” Regulus snickered.

Resignation overtook Remus’ face and he sighed. “Fuck. I’m turning into my mother already. Reg, you should take a shower, too.”

“I smell fine!” The withering look from both Sirius and Remus made him raise his hands in surrender and wander off to his bedroom. “I’m nineteen, not nine!”

”And yet we still need to babysit you,” Sirius called back. Finally, they were alone. He hopped up to sit on the counter and grabbed Remus around the waist as he passed by, pulling him back for a hug. “Good morning, sweetheart.”

“Good morning.” Remus kissed him gently, bracketing his hips with his hands. He looked tired, but happy. “I’m actually pretty excited to have Jules stay with us. Thank you for that, by the way.”

“Ne rien. It’s good to have people here.” They kissed for a moment longer, listening to the shower running upstairs and Regulus’ rummaging noises down the hall. “I swear to God, he’s like a raccoon.”

Remus laughed and leaned his forehead on Sirius’ shoulder. “He definitely sounds like one.”

“At least his room’s clean.”

“Cheers to that. He’s heading back tomorrow, right?”

“Mhmm. Dumo’s been bugging me for, like, three days.”

Remus hummed, wrapping his arms around Sirius and snuggling into him. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. We’ve only got a little bit of time before Jules is out, so we should get dressed.”

Remus groaned, but released his limpet hold. “That was so close to a perfect sentence.”

Sirius paused just before hopping off the counter and raised his eyebrows. “If we have extra time…”

“Come on, you,” Remus laughed, tugging him off the counter by the hand and hurrying toward the stairs.

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They arrived at the rink at 10:05, and Sirius began bracing himself for the inevitable chirping as soon as he stepped out of the car. Jules bounced on his toes in excitement as they walked toward the building, laden with their hockey gear and still a bit frazzled from the mad dash out of the house.

“Is this the munchkin?” Moody asked when Remus knocked on the door to the PT office.

“Yep.” Remus looked down at Jules, whose eyes were wide and more than a little nervous as his grip tightened on Remus’ jacket hem.

“Alastor Moody,” he grunted, holding a hand out that Jules tentatively shook.

“Jules.”

“Wanna see how bones work, kid?”

Instantly, his nerves disappeared. “Yeah!”

Moody winked at them as he led Jules toward the joint models on the far wall and Sirius let out a slow breath. “He’ll be fine.”

“God, I hope so. If anyone can drive Moody off the wall, it’ll be my little brother,” Remus murmured as they headed off down the hall.

The yelling started the second Sirius opened the locker room door. “You’re LATE!” James shouted, grinning from ear to ear. “Hand over the badge, Captain.”

“We still have fifty minutes until practice starts, shut your face.” Sirius socked him on the shoulder and set his bag in the stall.

“What, pray tell, was the reason for this tardiness?” James leaned over and batted his eyelashes.

Remus rolled up a towel and smacked him on the ass with it. “My little brother.”

“Jules is here?” Leo perked up on the other side of the room, and Sirius saw several of the guys look over in excitement, as if they were hiding him in one of their bags.

“He’s staying with us for the week since my great-aunt passed away.”

“Shit, Loops, I’m sorry.”

Remus shrugged. “I never met her, but my folks went back for the funeral. Moody said he’d keep an eye on Jules during practice.”

“Lupin, Black, you’re late,” Coach Weasley said from the doorway, giving them a look over his glasses. “Do we need to have a conversation?”

“No, Coach,” Sirius said as he pulled his pads over his chest.

“I hear you’ve commandeered my head PT for the day.”

Remus shook his head. “If Jules starts bugging him—”

“I’m kidding, Loops.” Arthur’s mouth twitched into a smile. “Moody loves kids. This’ll be good for his disposition.”

Finn snorted. “Can’t get any worse.”

“I expect all of you on the ice in twenty. Any stragglers are doing laps outside!” Arthur slapped the edge of the doorway before ducking out into the hall again; his sneakers squeaked on the freshly-washed floor and Sirius stifled a laugh as he finished buckling up.

The five minute delay did not have a terrible impact on his pre-practice rituals, which he took a  moment to be grateful for—they had a scrimmage planned, and he didn’t intend to lose. Once warmups were over, they moved into running plays, until finally the whistle blew and Coach called out the teams. Remus ended up on the other side and he slapped Sirius’ ass with his stick as he passed him, grinning over his shoulder before stopping next to Dumo.

Jules and Moody came out to watch a few minutes in; Sirius caught a glimpse of his wide eyes when he saw the speed of the game and smiled to himself. Everyone else seemed to notice the new arrivals as well, because their effort doubled and suddenly the plays were running smoother than ever.

Showing off for a ten-year-old, he thought with a shake of his head. Talk about baby fever.

Remus sped through the defense, weaving back and forth until he was nearly face-to-face with Sirius. His whole face lit up and he braced; when Sirius went to check him, he dipped sideways at the last second and slipped the puck right through his skates, catching it on the other side and zipping toward the goal at top speed. The goal light went off and Talker whooped, checking him in celebration.

“Lupin! Where’s that been all season?” Arthur demanded, though he was laughing. “Christ, guys, thanks for finally waking up!”

“Where the fuck did you learn that?” Sirius asked as they headed back for the face-off.

“You think you’re the only one who skates in the basement?” Remus said with a cheeky grin.

The whole rink buzzed with energy throughout the rest of the scrimmage—once or twice, Sirius realized even he was showing off a little for Jules, who cheered louder than fifteen thousand fans whenever someone scored.

Arthur shook his head when the final whistle went off. “Everyone say ‘thank you’ to Julian.”

“Thank you, Jules,” they chorused. Jules looked like he was about to die of happiness.

“I need to get him in here more often,” Arthur muttered as they headed to the locker room to change into their gym gear. “Let’s get that energy for every practice, okay? Not just the ones with Little Loops.”

“What are you talking about?” Kasey laughed.

Arthur fixed him with a look. “Don’t bullshit me, Winter, all of you were showing off for the kid.”

Remus blushed all the way to his ears, and the rest of them mumbled some half-assed excuses until they were shooed away. “I put the new schedule on the mirror,” Sirius called over the noise. “Try to pay attention to it for once.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Logan reached up and patted him on the shoulder as he passed; Sirius dragged him back into a headlock to ruffle his hair. “Ow, fuck, okay!”

Logan did not, in fact, stick to the schedule. He was far too busy tossing the lightest medicine ball they had with Jules, who staggered slightly whenever he caught it. Both looked absolutely thrilled.

Sirius, on the other hand, was glad for the opportunity to do a fair bit of ogling while he spotted Remus—who stuck to the schedule, Sirius had never loved him more—until he finished his bench-pressing rotation. He was strong before being a player, but now…well, it was safe to say he could sweep Sirius off his feet literally and figuratively.

“Re, Re!” Jules ran over when Remus finally sat up, then paused and made a face. “You’re sweaty.”

Remus pulled him in for a hug, making him shriek and wiggle to get out. “I am, yeah! Isn’t it great? Here, lemme just—”

Jules flailed, but he couldn’t get out of Remus’ hold in time to avoid the head nuzzle that plastered his hair up on one side with sweat as the guys laughed. “Ewww!”

“Did you need something, buddy?” Remus asked at last.

“Well, now I need a shower.” Jules grimaced. “I was going to ask if you guys actually do ice baths.”

“Of course we do!” Kasey cut in before Remus could quickly divert the topic. “And your brother loves them.”

Sirius had to turn around to muffle his laughter as interest lit on Jules’ face. “Really? Can I see?”

Kasey opened the door dramatically. “Right this way, Little Loops.”

Two of the ice baths were full when they arrived and Sirius did not miss the pained look on Remus’ face at the sight, nor did he miss the devious smile on Kasey’s. Jules hurried over to one and looked over the end, practically sticking his whole face in. “Woah.”

“Pretty cool, huh? You want to know what the best part is?”

“What?”

“Oh, Christ,” Remus muttered.

“Loops, will you do the honors and make sure your darling little brother has a good time?” Kasey asked, the picture of innocence. Remus sighed and stood next to the ice bath, silently begging Sirius for help with his eyes as Kasey motioned Jules over. “Alright, so you take one of these, and then you have to be super careful as you aim. Lucky for you, you’re learning from the best.”

Remus winced as the first ice cube smacked him in the side of the head and gritted his teeth as the second went down the neck of his t-shirt. Sirius schooled his expression into the mildest, sweetest smile he could muster. “He’s not doing anything,” Jules whispered. Remus began taking deep breaths.

“He will.”

“Try me, Wint—oh, sh—” Remus muffled a squeak as ice went directly down his spine. “Hoo, boy, that’s cold.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you censor yourself,” Kasey said, amazed. “It’s uncanny.”

“Are you done?”

“I could do this all day, but it’s my turn to make dinner tonight and Nat gets hangry if I’m late. Good game, Little Loops.” Kasey and Jules high-fived and Remus shook his shirt out; no less than four ice cubes clattered to the ground.

“Young man, you are in such big trouble,” Remus growled playfully as he swept Jules over his shoulder and began tickling his knees. Sirius dodged the squirming legs and held the door open for them as they walked back into the hallway. “You’re okay hanging out with Moody while we get our stuff together, right?”

“Yeah! He’s got the coolest knee statues.”

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Dinner was anything but a quiet affair; all three of them had taken a nap when they got home, then had a dance party in the kitchen while Remus taught Jules how to actually cook chicken so nobody got food poisoning. Sirius was torn between begging them for the details of that particular story and wanting to stay as far away from it as possible.

Regulus and Jules got into a fierce game of footsie under the table that only ended when a small foot—he still didn’t know which one it was—slammed into the base of Sirius’ knee, hard enough that it would certainly leave a bruise. “Ow.”

They both froze, shared a look, then silently went back to eating. “Practice starts at nine tomorrow,” Remus said around a bite of broccoli. “That means wake up time is six thirty, okay? We’ve got a game on Thursday and it’s super important that we’re not late again. Reg, what time are you heading out?”

“I was thinking noon-ish? That way I can get my stuff set up while Dumo’s still at practice. Don’t want to bother him.”

Jules turned to him with the biggest, saddest eyes Sirius had ever seen. “You’re leaving?”

“I live with Dumo, remember?” Regulus hesitated. “I’ll be at the game, though.”

“Can I sit with you?”

“Absolutely.”

That seemed to placate him, and he turned back to his chicken happily. Sirius nudged his brother, giving him a significant look, which was met with an eye roll that couldn’t quite cover the fond flush on his face.

Jules and Regulus took care of the dishes after dinner and Sirius stretched out on the couch to the sounds of the kid’s excited chatter as he recounted the day’s events. Remus flopped down on top of him, settling between his thighs with a contented smile. “Today went well.”

“Yeah, it did.” Sirius began running his fingers through Remus’ soft hair. “I think Moody is about thirty seconds away from adopting him.”

Remus laughed against his chest. “I think so. It’s pretty cool seeing him so excited about PT stuff.”

“It is.” There was a slow sigh and Sirius raised his eyebrows. “What was that about?”

“I just realized that even though Reg is leaving tomorrow, we won’t have the house to ourselves for six more days. It’s been two weeks.”

Sirius closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the armrest. “Fuck. I didn’t even think about that. Think we can dump him on Dumo for a night?”

“We can handle six days, right?”

“Yeah, totally.”

There was a beat of silence. “This is going to be difficult.”

“If we make it to the three-day mark, I say we break open the Oreos as a reward.”

“Sounds good to me—oof.”

They both groaned as an extra hundred pounds of person squished on top of them. “Dishes are done!” Jules chirped.

“Did you wash your hands?” Sirius wheezed, blinking the dark spots out of his vision. Remus’ chin was digging into his upper ribs.

“Yep! Regulus wants to watch a movie. I think we should watch Jurassic Park, but he says it’s terrible—”

“He what?” Remus raised his head slightly and craned his neck to look back at the kitchen. “Regulus!”

“What?”

“You don’t like Jurassic Park? I thought you had taste!” Remus pushed off the couch and Jules wrapped all his limbs around him like an oversized koala. “We’re watching it tonight and you’re going to like it. Come on, baby, we need to make sure your brother has culture.”

Two hours later, as the credits rolled and three people snored gently, Sirius smiled to himself. He could handle a week of this.