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[yueichihara]

Gonna paste the rest of the story once I get back home from a trip this weekend

Choose me.

◇Summary: Caleb and Zayne are more than just people you know, they're your childhood friends. The stories you share, the bonds that tie you together, remain. Regardless of anything that's happened, your love for them will always be there. Your feelings are clear, there was never a choice to make.

◇Content warnings: female!mc | fluff | angst | jealousy | jealous caleb | messaging and text style | mc likes one of them | caleb = calbe | mr elsa = zayne |

calbe: what time did ya say you had to leave, again?

You: lemme check

around 5pm give or take

calbe: gee

that means we have like…

3hs tops if i have to get all the way to the hotel to leave my stuff

You: yeh

calbe: remind me again why i cant leave it at your apt???

You: already told you i’m not staying home today

and the padlocks at the building are being fixed

i have to use the physical key for a few days

its a pain in the ass

calbe: k

anywaysssss

did ya see yesterday episode of colour your life??

newt actually confessed to mike???

You: ikrrr!!!!!!

like

i totally thought he would

bt nt riht in fron t of lindsay

calbe: yo

calm down

you’re shitty typing again

You: you know what i meant

calbe: typing…

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

mr elsa: Guess what.

You: what

mr elsa: Guess

You: 😒

okay then

but what do i get

if i guess correctly

mr elsa: Isn’t the satisfaction of knowing me well, enough for you?

You: no but okay

then...

you found those ginger and honey candies

the old lady in the yellow house

used to give us back in the day

the ones we talked about last time

mr elsa: Well, look at you.

Sharp as an ice stalactite.

You guessed right

You: yasss

wait

please tell me you bought enough for me too

mr elsa: Of course.

I’ll give them to you when we meet tomorrow.

Trying to be the best friend possible, you’d been frantically arranging schedules between Caleb and Zayne. You had set the date for meeting Zayne last week when he told you he was free, but then Caleb called you to tell you he would be coming for a visit before a long trip. There was no way you would miss seeing any of them when it was such a hassle to coordinate. This was one of the things you hated about being a working adult: meeting with the people you cared the most about was nearly impossible.

It wasn’t even your day off. You had to talk to one of your teammates to trade with his own. Meeting Zayne was alright because it was in the evening, but Caleb would be arriving around noon and leaving on the same day. Time was gold.

You’d have loved to have them both together so that you could spend more time with both, but things were complicated. You couldn’t even remember the last time you saw them talk to each other. It was such a long time ago…

A quack sound brings your attention back to your phone.

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Choose me.

◇Summary: Caleb and Zayne are more than just people you know, they're your childhood friends. The stories you share, the bonds that tie you together, remain. Regardless of anything that's happened, your love for them will always be there. Your feelings are clear, there was never a choice to make.

◇Content warnings: female!mc | fluff | angst | jealousy | jealous caleb | messaging and text style | mc likes one of them | caleb = calbe | mr elsa = zayne |

calbe: what time did ya say you had to leave, again?

You: lemme check

around 5pm give or take

calbe: gee

that means we have like…

3hs tops if i have to get all the way to the hotel to leave my stuff

You: yeh

calbe: remind me again why i cant leave it at your apt???

You: already told you i’m not staying home today

and the padlocks at the building are being fixed

i have to use the physical key for a few days

its a pain in the ass

calbe: k

anywaysssss

did ya see yesterday episode of colour your life??

newt actually confessed to mike???

You: ikrrr!!!!!!

like

i totally thought he would

bt nt riht in fron t of lindsay

calbe: yo

calm down

you’re shitty typing again

You: you know what i meant

calbe: typing…

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

mr elsa: Guess what.

You: what

mr elsa: Guess

You: 😒

okay then

but what do i get

if i guess correctly

mr elsa: Isn’t the satisfaction of knowing me well, enough for you?

You: no but okay

then...

you found those ginger and honey candies

the old lady in the yellow house

used to give us back in the day

the ones we talked about last time

mr elsa: Well, look at you.

Sharp as an ice stalactite.

You guessed right

You: yasss

wait

please tell me you bought enough for me too

mr elsa: Of course.

I’ll give them to you when we meet tomorrow.

Trying to be the best friend possible, you’d been frantically arranging schedules between Caleb and Zayne. You had set the date for meeting Zayne last week when he told you he was free, but then Caleb called you to tell you he would be coming for a visit before a long trip. There was no way you would miss seeing any of them when it was such a hassle to coordinate. This was one of the things you hated about being a working adult: meeting with the people you cared the most about was nearly impossible.

It wasn’t even your day off. You had to talk to one of your teammates to trade with his own. Meeting Zayne was alright because it was in the evening, but Caleb would be arriving around noon and leaving on the same day. Time was gold.

You’d have loved to have them both together so that you could spend more time with both, but things were complicated. You couldn’t even remember the last time you saw them talk to each other. It was such a long time ago…

A quack sound brings your attention back to your phone.

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[yueichihara]

Since it's his bday, I decided to edit this bg photo sylus sent so that I can actually make it my phone's wallpaper

Did what I could, I guess I'd have to change the font's colour for everything else to look aesthetically correct, too, but meh

[yueichihara]

Leaving for a planned trip to the countryside where there's no wifi, right on Sylus' birthday...

I'm not going to cry, but I sure am close to it. Worked my ass off to save for him, and now I'm met with this irl wall 😭

[yueichihara]

Just realised you can poke stuff on the screen and text will show up 😭

[yueichihara]

"Shut up!" - LaDS reactions.

LaDS boys reacting to you screaming at them to shut up.

Summary: How hard can it be to ask for a little peace and quiet when you're finally having a little bit of time for yourself? But they dismiss your request and have the audacity to pester you even further.

These are short stories, about a tired MC who keeps being called out to work, and whenever they're free they go out with the boys and spend no time to chill at home to recharge. So they snap.

cw: angst, mentions of dead people, mc facing hardships, a little fluff, raf being oblivious, snapping at rafayel

Tags: @sxremmie

Xavier - pt. 1 - 637 words

Rafayel - pt. 2 - 944 words

Caleb incoming...

Zayne incoming...

Sylus incoming...

•It had been an exhausting day at the hunter's association. More than that actually. The transport to the area affected by metaflux was delayed, causing you all to arrive later than expected.

•Upon arrival, you and your team had to walk through the bodies of several people lying on the ground, dead. The wanderers had taken almost a hundred. You managed to destroy them, but this was not a celebrating situation.

•All of you came back to the association with gloomy expressions, once again forced to remember the cruel parts of your work.

•You didn’t want to go home nor be alone today, so you took the bus heading towards Whitesand Bay. Not wanting Rafayel to be burdened with your overwhelming sadness, you decide to get off a few stops earlier and walk to the Studio.

•Your cellphone chimes in a joyful tune and you check it to see a new message from him in all caps. “HELP. PLEASE TELL ME YOU'RE CLOSE.”

•Dismissing the ‘help’ part, you're about to type that you're nearly there. Knowing his antics, he might just want to see you ASAP.

•A second message comes in before you hit send. “IT'S A WANDERER. I CAN'T DO THIS ALONE”. After the incidents that took place today, your body reacts instinctively, tensing and getting ready for battle, all tiredness gone.

•Gun on the ready to start shooting, you make your way through the studio, finding a light on at the end of the corridor. Kicking the door open, you scream: “Get down, now!” You point your gun and survey the area, but Rafayel is just standing there in front of his canvas, analysing it.

•Ignoring your reaction, he beams at your arrival. “There you are, cutie! Thank me you were around, I need your help with this piece.”

•You put down your gun, too stunned to speak or react, letting Rafayel pull you closer to the painting.

•There, in the middle, stands a halfway done luminivore. Your brain is slowly trying to catch up, understanding what just happened. You hear Rafayel yapping as he usually does when he's happy, but the situation is making your anger rise to the surface.

•This guy had just lured you in making you think there was a wanderer that he couldn't take care of. And you had rushed in scared something would happen to him only for it to be one of his stupid paintings.

•“... and then there's also the issue of the colour. It's been a while since I fought one and I'm not sure this hue is correct. Didn't you just come from work? What did you see today, maybe that will help me with-”

•“Shut up.” You barely mumble out.

•He stops, looking at you curiously. “What?”

•“SHUT UP!” This time you look at him, hair moving out of the way, letting him see the anguish and tears streaming down. “Do you have any idea what kind of scene I pictured when I received your message?”

•“I-” His posture changes, and he seems to slowly realise the mistake he'd made.

•“I thought you were hurt. I thought that I wouldn't be able to stand it if something happened to you. Do you have any idea the things I watch wanderers do? They KILL people, Rafayel. This is not something to be playing with.” Your words come out in a rush, you taste the salt of your tears and the sweat you had yet to wash off from the day.

•Your body suddenly gives out, exhaustion and sorrow washing over you. He catches you then, before you hit the floor. His arms are gentle but steady around you, and he turns into a hug. “I can't begin to apologise to you, my love.” You feel his hand brushing your hair, the other making circles on the small of your back. You end up curled in his lap on the floor, slowly drifting to sleep. He's talking but you can't hear him anymore.

•You wake up the next day, probably. A ray of sunshine comes in through a small gap in the curtains, its intensity signaling it was probably noon already. You reach for your phone and remember it's your day off.

•Rafayel walks in and smiles at you, turning on one of the warmest lights. You look down at yourself and see you'd been changed and your wounds had been taken care of. He sits next to you but not as close as he tends to.

•You look up at him and open your mouth to apologise for your outburst from yesterday. Yes, he was in the wrong for sending such a cryptic message that was so easily misunderstood. But he didn't know what you had gone through that day, nor should he know. It's supposed to be classified information. Also, you shouldn't be bringing your work troubles home.

•“Don't” He cups your face, cutting you off. “I have no idea what went through with your mission yesterday, but I shouldn't have written such a message. And I should have paid more attention to the state you were in. I'm sorry, babe.” He kisses you on the cheek.

•A few tears fall away and he wipes them off. “Let me take care of you today, yeah?” You barely nod before he takes your hand and guides you to the bathroom. “How about we start with a warm bath? Not to be mean, but I think you really need it right now.” He looks at you and you realise you were still dirty and stinky from the day before. A chuckle and a laugh comes out of you, and you see his expression soften.

[yueichihara]

Someone here is living his best life 👀

https://www.instagram.com/de_bee._?igsh=cXpwamNtaHB2em5q

[yueichihara]

"Shut up!" - LaDS reactions.

LaDS boys reacting to you screaming at them to shut up.

Summary: How hard can it be to ask for a little peace and quiet when you're finally having a little bit of time for yourself? But they dismiss your request and have the audacity to pester you even further.

These are short stories, about a tired MC who keeps being called out to work, and whenever they're free they go out with the boys and spends no time to chill at home to recharge. So they snap.

Xavier - pt. 1 - 637 words

Rafayel - pt. 2 - 944 words

Caleb incoming...

Zayne incoming...

Sylus incoming...

• You're enjoying a much deserved break, sitting on your sofa and catching up with your games. You're finally able to log in, after it took hours to update the missing content.

• You'd taken a shower thinking it would help you pass the time, only to realise you missclicked the update button, once you came out refreshed.

• This time you made sure it started downloading before looking away.

• You decide to make a little trip to the convenience store to get some of your favourite snacks, but they were all out of it.

• Defeated, you come back home and prepare some tea, logging in and laying comfortably on the couch.

• The doorbell rings and you stand up to open it. Xavier greats you and makes himself at home. It's not that you don't want him there, but you'd spent the whole day together the day before, now you just wanted some time to think of nothing else and Xavier was someone that constantly demanded your attention.

• In the end you just go back to the couch, taking the controller and getting into your game.

• Xavier sits next to you, leaning his head on your shoulder and pressing himself into you.

• “Babe, I'm finding it difficult to play with you like this.” It comes out worse than you intended it to but he doesn't seem to register your tone. “Xav, please, just move a little.”

• He pouts and moves away. You sit back and get into a battle that makes you want to throw the controller at your screen. Your builds are all wrong for this one and you can't seem to find what's the problem.

• Feeling completely ignored, Xavier stands up and walks away. You feel him move but pay no attention to it, your focus on the task at hand.

• Sudden noises come in from the kitchen, his voice going “oh no, no nononono-” your patience is running low and the day hasn't been playing into your favour.

• “SHUT UP!” You scream at him, storming into the kitchen. You see his stunned face, but the state of your kitchen only senda you over the edge. You take a deep breath, calming yourself down. “Please, leave.”

• He leaves, defeated and still processing your outburst. You've never raised your voice at him like this. You don't go back to your game, instead take the time to cool down by cleaning the kitchen

• You notice the ingredients and realise he'd been trying to bake your favourite cookies. You sigh deeply, your heart clenching at his mindfulness. You shouldn't have screamed at him like that.

• As you finally sit back into the couch, the doorbell rings once again. It's him again. You open the door and look at him regretfully. “I'm so sorry Xav, I shouldn't have-” he cuts you off with a bear hug. “It's fine. You're clearly having a bad day and I'm definitely not helping out.” Pulling away, he tugs you in, gently guiding you to the couch.

• “Here.” He hands you a grocery bag. “What's this?” you look into the bag to find your favourite snack and some coffee cans, the kind that you usually have. You look up at him. All the frustrations and feelings from the day washing over you, making your eyes water instantly.

• He sits next to you and pulls you in for a warm hug, patting your head. “It's fine, take it all out.” Once you're finished, you go to wash your face. When you come back you see Xavier with the controller in hand, checking your teams. “Have you not set the artifacts back to the correct characters after last time?” suddenly you remember the bet you made with him the last time you played. You'd mixed up the characters’ builds to see who would win against more bosses like that.

[yueichihara]

The fear I hold when I'm in public transport listening to one of those songs that transport me into another world, sometimes living in it or being the person singing. The fear of being so much into it I end up singing the lyrics out loud...

Yeah, I can't even relax on the bus.

[yueichihara]

The anticipation I feel every time I'm close to this part of the story ✨️

my favorite scene in all of literature is when Neil Josten wakes up in Columbia after being drugged, hurls an alarm clock at Aaron, dumps his water on the floor and throws the cup at Aaron, stuff his clothes down the toilet and squeezes out through the window, has the foresight to call Matt from a pay phone to protect his shit, hitch hikes back to campus, eyes back to brown?? shows up on Wymack’s door like 😜 and reveals he could speak German the whole time?? CHARACTER OF ALL TIME, that is a protagonist who knows how MOVE THE MFING PLOT ALONG

[yueichihara]

He's wearing them. Again.

This man was wearing the fucking glasses when I went to take his picture.

I can't anymore guys. I love him, BUT- He needs to be stopped.

Just a little(?) something from my prompts list.

cw: umm fluff?, mc/you testing zayne, just mc/you being idiotic instead of talking to him, some kissing. this could be mc or not, choose whatever you prefer.

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Edit, because I forgot to add this here -> word count: 2,112 words

Those damned glasses. You thought as, once again, Zayne showed up at your date with the same black outfit: black shirt, black pants, black sunglasses. The shoes are new, though, you’ll give him that. It was becoming difficult to maintain a straight face every time he adjusted the sunglasses on the rim of his nose. But how could you say anything to him? He looked nice, but it was tiring. You couldn’t understand the reason behind it. You’ve seen him wear other outfits at the hospital, but maybe those were for working? Was he so busy he couldn’t go out shopping for new clothes? 

Today was supposed to be a test: You’d wait for him at the bus stop in the shopping district. You had intentionally chosen a place where people would try to go dressed nicely, going as far as sending him a picture of your outfit last night, thinking maybe he’d try to match. But no, here he was, wearing that shirt. And it wasn’t even the same shirt, because you’d accidentally spilled chocolate on him the last time you met. 

Yes, talking to him about it would be the perfect option, sharing your opinion and talking it out like you usually do. But if his reluctance to wear anything else was because of not having the time to go shopping because of his busy schedule, you’d make both of you feel like shit. And you’d both promised that you’d use this time together to relax and relieve stress, being down about the clothing choices was not in the picture.

So you’d come up with an easy idea: a shopping date. The café you were going to visit this time, chosen by yours truly, was close to a newly opened mall. Tara had visited it the previous weekend and had been insisting you go shopping with her. I’m sorry Tara, you thought to yourself, but the moment you mentioned the amount of men's clothing stores, I couldn’t think of visiting with anyone else besides him. You stole a few glances at him but it only frustrated you further.

As you round up the corner, the mall came into view, and you excitedly talked him into going in, mentioning how much your friend wanted to come here. 

“Come on, Zayne! The café will be open until evening, and it will probably be super crowded at this time.” You said as you tugged him in the direction of the revolving doors, anticipation spreading a genuine smile on your face. He sighs and agrees to go in, his own lips slightly turning up at your excitement. “Oh, but we’ll be inside.” You continue, reaching out to take off his sunglasses and putting them away in a case in your purse. “I’ll hold onto them for you.” 

With a slight bounce on your step, you take him through the corridors, trying not to look too suspicious as you search for the men’s section. Your eyes light up when you get to the second floor, row after row of men’s wear, men’s shoes, men’s perfumes. Without missing a beat, you tug him closer by the hand, and start going down the corridor, checking for the perfect store. A light blue sweater catches your eye and you take it as your sign to go in. “You know, you received a very important acknowledgement last month,” You start saying, the excuse you rehearsed playing perfectly into the situation, “and I couldn’t attend the ceremony because of the surge in wanderers in Changsia and was forced to go there. So I was thinking I could compensate you by giving you a gift.” 

Not waiting for his response, you drag him inside. Zayne looks at you with a puzzled expression, probably remembering the snowglobe you’d brought him as a souvenir, but follows along. “You’ve already done enough for me. Plus, it wasn’t something to be celebrated. It was just a formality.”

You stare at him and allow yourself to really look at him this time, the gaze so intense it makes him look away nervously. “You spend your days saving people, helping them. An award is the least you deserve.” You see his ears turn slightly red. He coughs and scratches his neck in embarrassment. Deciding he’s been scrutinized enough, you look away towards the hangers, going through every possible fit that you thought would look good on him. 

By the time you arrived at the café, you had gone through three clothing stores, stopping only when both your hands were full with shopping bags. Zayne had tried to walk away at one point, but you’d managed to catch him right in time as you pulled on a light pink hoodie you thought would look amazing on him for at home dates. He didn’t fail to blush or stutter every time you complimented him on an outfit, and you may have gone a little too far at one point enjoying his reactions, when he tried a dark blue leather jacket. His gaze had darkened instantly at your amusement, turning to see if people were watching before pulling you into the changing stall. He’d pushed you toward the wall and gently lifted your chin to look up at him, your eyes locking on his mouth as he slowly and teasingly leaned in to claim your lips. It was your turn to come out looking flushed and disheveled, a small satisfied smile playing on your lips. 

You’d settled on a table by the back of the café, the view through the windows was beautiful: a hidden garden in this busy shopping district, light coming in through the trees to cast shadows over the white roses lining the walls. It was breathtaking, the atmosphere inside the place aiding to the feeling of otherworldliness. A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you took it all in, turning towards Zayne, you notice him staring at you before he looks outside. You’re about to ask him if something happened when a waitress comes over. You take your time choosing from the vast menu. There were a lot of sweet choices, but also salted foods. After discussing what to eat, you drift into comfortable silence. Feeling his gaze burning into you again, you turn back to him, and this time he doesn’t look away. “You’ve been staring for a while now. What’s the matter?”

“I could ask you the same question. Our hands are full of shopping bags with clothes for me. You didn’t even let me buy you that scarf you were staring at. You’re not usually this motivated unless something is pulling at your strings.” He leans forward, determination shining in his gaze. You know that look, he’s not gonna back out until you speak about it. “So tell me, what is it that’s been bothering you?”

You try to play it cool and keep to your story. “I told you already. I regret not being here for-”

“Don’t say the awards ceremony.” He cuts you off, already sensing what you were trying to do. “You and I both know I couldn’t care less about it, that’s why you only brought me the snowglobe. And don't misunderstand me, I love it. But the ceremony was just business, nothing important.” His gaze on you intensified even more. You felt as if you were a kid in Josephine’s home again, caught red handed after eating the frosting from Caleb’s birthday cake. No place to run, only the truth would get you out of it. 

With a long, heavy sigh, you lean towards Zayne over the table. Not daring to look him in the eye, you look down at your hands spread over the menu. “I- I wanted you to wear something different.” As soon as the words leave your lips, you feel embarrassment wash over you. What was so bad about him wearing the same outfit? It’s not like you were dating so that you could show him off or something. He actually looked good in that outfit, despite the sunglasses. You start fidgeting with your hands as you feel the hot flush creep over your face. You’re about to pull back to give yourself air to breathe, when you see his hands come into your view, tentatively reaching for yours. Slowly approaching, waiting to see if you’ll pull back or let him hold them. When  you don’t retreat, he takes them and tugs them closer to him, giving them a kiss. 

“I’m sorry, but I’m not sure I understand. I thought you liked this outfit, you were the one who recommended it to me.” At his confusion, you lean your forehead on the table in between your arms.

“I know, It’s just… I know you don’t have anything else, but I would love for us to match outfits once in a while. Or at least have pictures of you where I can actually tell what date it is from.” When he doesn’t say anything, you raise your head and look at him. His brows are furrowed and he’s looking at you as if you’d grown a second head. He opens his mouth and closes it again. He tries again.

“What?”

At that moment, the waitress comes over with your drinks and sweets, the smell of coffee bringing life back to you. You decide you want this to be a nice memory, to have this aroma etched into your heart as something positive. So you settle back on your chair and square your shoulders. “Nevermind. We can talk later, but right now… I want us to enjoy this.” You look at him. He wants to say more, but he nods and follows your lead. 

Without much effort you fall into easy chat, talk about your week, share pictures you’ve taken from various things, giggles and smiles making their way back to you. Your heart is full. Once the bill is paid, you decide to call a car to take him home because of all the shopping bags. 

“Come home with me today.” He says, reaching out to hold your hand, rubbing his thumb on the back of it. “Stay the night.” There’s not much to discuss whenever he acts like this, initiating touches and being straightforward with his wishes. It melts your heart away and keeps shadows at bay. You nod as the car arrives, the way back making both of you realise how tired you were. 

Back at his house, he asks you to follow him to the bedroom. He leaves the bags on his bed and makes his way towards his closet, as he motions for you to do the same. You’re turning away from the bed when you notice him spreading the closet doors apart. Your mouth hangs open at the interior: jackets, jeans, casual wear, smart wear, sports wear. A large amount of clothes in various colours, most of which you’ve chosen today. “This- I-” You fumble with your words as you stare at him, arms crossed, satisfied smile on his lips, and back to the closet. You walk over to him and playfully punch him in the chest. “I thought you had no other clothes but work related ones.” 

He slightly tilts his head as he looks at you and chuckles at your accusation. “My salary allows me to be generous when it comes to clothing. Now, about what I’m wearing right now.” He looks down at himself, brow furrowing a little. “I thought you liked it, you  were the one who chose it after all. And I wanted to make you happy.” The last sentence comes out almost whispered, and you notice the sudden proximity. He cups your face, rubbing his thumb over your cheek. You don’t recall who started the kiss, maybe you both leaned in, or maybe you were starving for something sweeter than the cake you ate today at the café. Your breaths mingle, and you taste strawberry shortcake on his tongue. You stay like that for a while not wanting to separate, but not wanting to go further yet. 

You’re forced to pull away to catch your breath, pressing your forehead to his chin. “I really wanted to see you match my outfits, you know?” Or maybe now you could choose for him.

He laughs, pulling you tighter. You feel the sound reverberate on his chest. “How about you take these off and we can choose something for me to wear next time?” 

A slow smile threatens to split your face in half and you bite your lip looking up at him. “Sure.” You tiptoe to continue where you left off, before pulling away, leaving him puzzled. “But the glasses stay with me until further notice.”

[yueichihara]

It's amazing how LaDS is feeding my creativity for writing. Like, I'm not saying it's good and I've not been properly writing for years now, but I can't stop coming up with scenarios and stuff and interactions. Books have not been giving me these feels for a while now, and I've stopped reading manga because my mind can't focus if I don't have a video, a stream and the radio running at the same time.

What exactly have I become?

This game has helped me build a rutine. It's become a reward after I complete the day's chores. And it's brought me back to fanfiction.

I couldn't ask for anything else.

[yueichihara]

What a beautiful time to carve my heart out and gift it to him.

Eternal Flowers

Myth + Little Red Flower text message + ⭐️⭐️⭐️ memory Taking Control

中文版

[yueichihara]

Bye.

[yueichihara]

I'M NOT READY TO OPNE THIS

[yueichihara]

Not sure about the following ones: ideal marriage candidate (since I'm not sure what it would entail when it comes to me), currently broke so even grocery shopping is out of the list (but doing anything with him would be an activity I love), physically unable to sleep in (is this something that came up in a card or is it because he's a doctor and needs to be available? No idea), patience of a saint (I am quite a patient person when it comes to most people, but the closer you are to me, probably the less patience I'll have)

𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨! ❅ 𝐳𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

[yueichihara]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 ⋯ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐘 “𝐋𝐄𝐓’𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓” 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐌

𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑

Xavier’s expression shifts subtly—a change most wouldn’t notice, but you’ve learned to read him. His dark eyes focus entirely on you, any trace of his usual sleepiness vanishing instantly.

“That’s dangerous, giving me cues like that,” he murmurs, his voice low and unchanged in tone despite the intensity behind his words.

He closes the distance without warning, one hand cupping your face while the other slides around your waist, pulling you against him. There’s something possessive in the way his lips claim yours—deliberate and unhurried, yet leaving no room for retreat.

Time seems irrelevant as he deepens the kiss. For someone who typically appears so detached, his actions speak volumes, betraying the emotions he reserves only for you. When you attempt to pull back for air, he follows, unwilling to break contact.

“Not yet,” he whispers against your lips, his breath warm. “I’m not done with you.”

𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄

Zayne sits at his desk in his home office. He looks up, dark eyes meeting yours over the rim of his glasses. Without a word, he removes them carefully, placing them beside his laptop.

“I suppose I’m due for a break,” he says, pushing back from his desk.

He stands and gestures for you to come closer. When you reach him, his hands find your waist, guiding you against the edge of his desk.

The kiss starts measured, methodical—like everything else he does—but quickly deepens with underlying hunger. His fingers trace up your spine, cradling the back of your neck with surprising tenderness.

“Fifteen minutes,” he murmurs in between kisses. “That’s all I need to refresh before returning to these reports.”

But the way he pulls you closer, the subtle sweetness on his tongue from the candy he keeps hidden in his desk drawer, suggests he might extend his break after all.

𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋

The afternoon light streams through the studio windows, casting golden hues across Rafayel’s canvas. His paintbrush pauses mid-stroke, hanging suspended above vibrant blues and greens.

A smile spreads across his face as he sets his palette down. “And here I was thinking I’d need to convince you to distract me today.”

Paint-stained fingers carefully return the brush to its holder before he steps down from his step ladder. He allows you to make the first move, watching with fascination as you approach.

“For inspiration’s sake,” he whispers as your lips meet, though the way his breath catches suggests it’s more than artistic motivation driving him.

He lets you set the pace initially, responding to your lead with appreciative hums, his hands roaming your body. Then, something shifts—he’s in control.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs against your neck, fingers finally tangling in your hair.

His kiss deepens—wild and untethered, like he might disappear with the tide if not anchored to this moment with you.

𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒

“What a bold request,” Sylus says, making no move to stand. Instead, he pushes his chair back slightly from the table, eyes never leaving yours. “If that’s what you want, come here and take it.”

The challenge in his voice is clear—he wants you to approach him, to claim what you desire. As you cross the room, his expression remains composed, though a certain hunger darkens his gaze.

When you settle onto his lap, his hands rest lightly on your hips, neither pulling nor pushing. “Well?” he prompts, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. “You made the request. I’m merely accommodating it.”

You initiate the kiss, setting a tentative pace that he follows without trying to accelerate. He restrains himself—a calculated decision to let you lead while he receives. Only when you deepen the contact does he respond in kind, his composure slipping just enough to reveal how much he’s been holding back.

“Good,” he breathes against your lips. “Now, show me what else you want.”

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁

The moment the words leave your mouth, Caleb’s expression darkens. He reaches past you to lock his bedroom door, the click echoing in the sudden silence.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he says, voice dropping lower as he backs you against the wall.

His lips find yours with urgent precision, one hand braced against the wall while the other cups your face. The kiss is consuming—a clear message that now that he has you, he won’t be letting go anytime soon.

You stumble backward as he guides you through his room, neither of you willing to break contact. Your back hits the wall next to his desk, and he cages you in with his arms, lips never leaving yours except for the briefest moments to catch your breath.

“Been thinking about you all day,” he confesses against your neck, voice ragged. His lips remain possessively on yours throughout the close-distance trip to his bed.

“Mine,” he whispers, pulling you down with him.

Another post upcoming for today 😼