#maybe go online and do the online BEd program

[forestofsprites]

i think potentially the funniest thing i'll be doing with this degree is going and living in the woods about it

[doobea]

I CAN MAKE YOUR BED ROCK - RIN ITOSHI

synopsis: You're a famous online smut author, married to an international superstar athlete, and everyone around you thinks you have the perfect sex life. What they don't realize is Rin sleeps in the guest room and you're still very much a virgin.

contents: fem!reader, explicit content (f!oral receiving, m!oral receiving, fingering, my lame attempt to write dirty talk, blindfolds, virginity loss), characters are all in their mid/late-20s, romcom, fluffy smut (if that's even a thing), feels like PWP (there's like 3 smut scenes?) and also mini sex ed, sae makes an appearance!!!, wholesome ending hehe, mdni word count: 8K (idk this could've been split up into two parts but here we are) a/n: words cannot describe how happy i am to see this whim of a series turn into something so huge in a short span!! like tysm!! anyway, i hope you guys enjoy the final part :)

四 : call me Mr. Flintstone, I can make your bed rock -> prev.

Tuesdays are miserable for Rin.

They're usually reserved for prepping for press conferences, answering emails from sponsorships, and posting on his socials to increase interactions with his followers - all courtesy of Ego's 'Blue Lock: Career Manager' program. Tuesdays are the only days when Rin can work from home but it drains the most energy out of him.

Today he wakes up before his alarm, a rare occurrence, and notices an oddly large amount of sunlight in the room. He shifts around and tries to yawn, only realizing that his jaw is stiff and sore from the night before. It soon dawns upon him that he's in your bed and feels the extra weight on the left side. He tilts his head down, eyes softening at the sight of you in his shirt, snuggled right up against his bare chest with just the tiniest of drools sweeping out of your lips, but he doesn't mind.

There's a sudden urge to use the bathroom but he rests in bed for a few moments longer. His fingers brush some of your locks away from your frame and watches as your eyes flutter under closed lids at the contact. He starts counting your breaths in intervals, almost trying to calculate your heartbeat in his weird little head, and begins to feel overwhelmed by how right it feels to be laying next to you.

Tuesdays just got better for Rin.

The first beat of his alarm goes off and he's fast to put it to snooze in order to not disrupt your slumber. The athlete takes this moment as motivation to get up and gently sweeps you over to your sides before crawling out of bed. His back creaks, aches, and pops when he pulls himself to his feet and attempts to do his routine yoga stretches. And, at that moment, Rin decides that he'll make his favorite dish for breakfast.

Your nose twitches you awake from the fragrant earthy smell emanating from the kitchen. You sit up a bit too fast, vision going white as you're hit in the face with the immediate morning shine, and groan. Sounds of stacking plates and water trickling in the background are soon followed by the shuffling of slippers coming close to your direction as you see your shirtless husband carrying in a breakfast tray occupied by two bowls of green tea rice with bream and tall glasses of water.

"Good morning," He sets down the tray on the bedside table and leans forward to plant a kiss on your cheek, "did you sleep well?"

"You wouldn't believe it," You shoot him a cheeky grin, "maybe we should do this more often."

He raises an amused brow, "Sleeping together?"

You shrug back with a teasing look, "If that's what you wanna call it then sure."

The mattress lets out a small squeak as Rin sits down, quickly cupping the sides of your face into his for a deeper kiss. The heat of his mouth on yours feels all too welcoming that you can't help but relax your head back down to the pillow. You find yourself eagerly returning his kisses, searching for his tongue with yours and gently nipping at the corner of his mouth.

Rin breaks free for a moment, redness evident on his cheeks, "The food."

You slouch forward, lips brushing over his neck which causes him to tense up, "I'm sure we can spare just 15 minutes, right?"

"Right, 15 minutes." He breathes and looks at you, "Is there anything you want me to do?"

For the past year, you've dreamt of Rin saying this exact question over a dozen times with a dozen of different answers. Whether it be him kissing you until you were a sloppy wreck, leaving hickeys and love marks all over each other's bodies until his teammates complained, or having him absolutely fuck you into oblivion.

"Up to you."

Rin nods and pulls off the blanket covering you, admiring how cute you looked in his baggy t-shirt, and lowers himself further until his face is right between your thighs. He leaves a trail of kisses along the side of your right thigh, lips moving lower, engulfing the hot candy-coated skin. You can feel yourself growing wetter and start to whine, instinctively grinding your hips against the mattress.

"Calm down." You hear him whisper, breath hot against your wet center.

"Rin." You don't know how many times you were going to cry out his name, but you needed him to understand.

As his mouth hovers over the area that you had no idea was so needy until now, he continues to kiss the insides of your thighs, forcing you to turn your entire body to the side in search of some form of pressure. His name makes its way past your lips again and, at that sound, he holds tighter to your thighs to spread them apart. Rin stares at your dripping opening, spreading it open with two fingers for so long that you look down to meet his dangerous teal eyes.

"I have a meeting in 30." He says as if it was dirty talk and you almost end up laughing but saved the energy to give a light squeeze at his head with your thighs.

"So make it fast."

Rin nods slowly, and soon, his hot, firm tongue is on your sensitive nub. He moves in long, fast strokes, caressing the neediest part of your body while one of his rigid hands settles onto your hip, rooting you against the mattress. You screw your eyes shut at the action, feeling the pleasure beginning to inch its way up to your stomach, and made the realization your husband has already made note of all of your sweet spots in just two sessions.

Your rapid moans begin to fill the room and you attempt to lift your hips against his strength, every muscle in your abdomen tightening as you try to concentrate on finding release.

"Rin, I'm clo—"

A loud blaring ringtone from Rin's pocket snaps you both out of the intoxicated spell and he groans in frustration. He gets up to sit on the end of the mattress, picking up his call with a swift swipe. You can't make out the exact words from the line but, from Rin's pursed lips and hard expression, you knew it was work-related.

"Yeah, I'll hop on in just a second. Thanks." The call drops with a beep.

You pull the blankets up to cover yourself, trying to hide the disappointment stretched on your face, "Ego?"

"Yeah," Rin sighs and throws you an apologetic look, "we'll continue later? My sponsors started the meeting early."

"Mhm, that's fine." You give his arm a small squeeze, a secret way of saying 'Go fuck them up'. And he squeezes back, his way of saying 'I will'.

Rin's meeting with his sponsors is... interesting.

Like most people who know him, he likes to keep things relatively minimal and doesn't like showing much of his personality other than what people usually see on screen - deadpan and curt. And he prefers to keep it as such. Though, and he blames Ego, his recent sportswear sponsors have been pressuring him to 'change' his persona for their new campaign (and gaining a new wide customer audience of course). And the theme for that? Eros.

"Has anyone told you that you have a hidden sex appeal?"

Rin almost chokes on his drink before responding quietly, "Not many?" Aside from you, that is.

The middle-aged man on his laptop screen laughs, "We'd think you'd be perfect, but you need to flesh out that side of you."

"Huh," is all Rin could say because why would athletic wear even be sexy in the first place?

"We're a bit busy today on site but if you could send us full body shots in these poses," the man sends over a link in the chat, "we'll compensate ten thousand for that and then the rest on the day of the shoot, deal?"

Getting these types of offers is usually rare in Rin's case. Brands tend to fit their representative's aesthetics rather than molding them into something they're not. But sometimes they can get a bit ruthless with their pestering.

He clicks on the link and a separate tab opens up, revealing a series of seductive mock-ups of a blindfolded shirtless model in tight Nike boxers. This is what they wanted him to do? Just so they can sell some underwear? Rin finds himself regretting turning down the Mcdonalds' campaign two months ago. Maybe that would've kept his schedule busy and Nike could've turned to someone else like Reo or Karasu.

He wants to say no, but this was one of Blue Lock's biggest donors. Saying no would result in another long meeting with Ego and the rest of the company's executive board. And there's no way that he could sit through that again.

"I'll send them over by the end of the day."

The man snaps up, eyes wide, "Perfect! Pleasure doing business with you as always, Itoshi." Without saying any departures, his screen goes black.

Rin grunts and slumps down in his chair, only looking up when he hears his bedroom door creaking opening slightly, revealing your figure with a sly smile.

Ah, he can't tell if he likes the look or not.

"I'm assuming you—"

"Can I please help?!"

Rin doesn't miss the glint that flashes across your eyes. It appears that you already have something in mind and he needs to send over the photos by this afternoon so does he even have a say? It wasn't like Rin knows how to take gaudy photos anyway.

He fakes being in deep thought briefly with a finger to his lips, enjoying the sight of your bubbling excitement, before agreeing, "Where should we start?"

You strut over to his laptop and eye the mock-up photos that his sponsor had sent over. Rin closely watches your facial expressions change as you seem to take this newfound role with increasing responsibility and seriousness. Of all the time spent together within the past year, he's never seen you this passionate over something silly in his opinion.

"Do you have their product on hand?" Your question snaps him from his thoughts and he nods, pointing towards the guest room closet.

"They sent over three separate pairs last week. I didn't bother trying them on."

A gasp escapes from your lips follow quickly by a pout, "I could've seen you in them?!”

“We’ve only started being intimate a few days ago, honey.” He said matter of factly.

“Still…” Your voice trails off with a playful eye roll before you clap your hands together in movement of an idea.

Rin straightens up from his seat at the action, unsure of what to expect within the next couple of minutes. He hears you mumble something under your breath and watches you leave the room and return with what appears to be a black cloth, some rope, and a pair of handcuffs. While he knows that you usually receive free sex toys from your collaborations, he can’t help but question whether you’ve used them or not. You toss the items onto the mattress and rummage through his drawers to pull out the sealed package with the branded boxers.

"It'll be quick, babe!"

Most likely not, he thinks. With the direction of where this is heading, Rin believes he'll soon revisit this morning's session.

Much to his own surprise, modeling in only his boxers was something he discovered he was effortless at. Or maybe it was your own enthusiasm and concentration behind the camera that made him feel a bit at ease. You both moved to the living room area to catch better lightning and instructed Rin to lay down on the sectional couch with a singular hand tousled through his hair. In just a span of a few minutes, you've captured over a dozen dynamic close-ups and full-body shots of your husband's figure.

"Do you do this often?" Rin speaks out.

You stand behind the camera with unwavering focus, thumb hovering over the shutter as you set up for the next shot, "Not often but only with the toys I get."

Rin flinches from the flash before pressing on, "Do you use anything of them on yourself?"

Your dexterous fingers adjust the settings and angle the device slightly right, "Never, if I'm being completely honest." A faint flush travels to the tip of your ears at the next sentence and you feel yourself hesitating, "I've only ever used my personal vibrator but that's about it. I have a mannequin in my room that I dress up in order to understand visuals whenever I'm writing."

This is new. In the short amount of time that you've guys been spending together, you believe that this is actually the first instance where Rin asks about what you do for work. And despite him going down on you this morning, you can't help but want to crawl somewhere far and away from the sudden embarrassment. You do this for a living!

A few more flashes and loud snaps go by.

"And what exactly are you currently writing?" He asks. Rin is no good at hiding his intentions, teasing leaks into it.

You freeze, feeling his watchful gaze, and choose your next words carefully, "A short novel about a husband and wife. Really corny plot to explain, I don't think you'll like it that much." You try to laugh off your sudden nerves.

Rin crosses his arms, now sitting up, "I don't mind listening."

For a long moment, you stare back at him, mouth agape, trying to scramble for an answer, "Um, it's about their awkward relationship and them trying to get comfortable with one another, if that makes sense?"

The uneasiness of your answer is something he picks up on and Rin can't help but move forward with it, "That sounds awfully familiar." He says as if it's a long-forgotten memory, placing weight on each word.

Your hands fumble with the next camera shot, "A-Ah, there are tons of books that follow a similar premise, it's nothing new!" Rin looks like he's going to add something to the topic but you interject, "Let's move to the next set! Can you put on the blindfold?"

He obeys, your shoulders relax as the conversation dissolves, and he ties the black cloth around his eyes, only allowing his dark bangs over them. You watch him fumble back into his original pose with his legs spread and arms propped up against the couch’s frame. 

Anyone within their right mind would easily agree that Rin Itoshi is attractive. If you were to show any of your penpals a photo they would probably hound you down for stealing a man like him off the market. Even when you were looking through his application over a year ago, you had a general idea of what to expect but meeting him in person blew away your expectations. Seeing him earlier was great, fantastic even, but there was something about having that blindfold on that made your breath stuck in your throat.

"How does it feel?"

"No different from me closing my eyes." Except, well it is different. He feels a lot more vulnerable with not knowing your movements, his sense of touch is heightened and, frankly, he's aroused. And of course, you catch the last part.

"I can feel you staring, you know."

"It's hard not to." You snap the photos and made a mental note to photoshop the growing appendage away. You aren’t really sure what would happen if that gets approved and you really don't want to find out. "Can you lay flat on the couch this time? Hands behind your head? Yeah, just like that - perfect."

He vaguely makes out the flashes behind the thick fabric and jolts when he suddenly feels your cold fingers tracing his lower abdomen. He stays still, wondering where and what you're planning to do next in heavy excitement. His erection jerks hard against the boxer briefs as your fingers make their journey down, hand stopping right when his seemingly wet tip throbs up into your palm.

"Stay still for me?" And he hears you laugh when he nods a bit too fast.

Rin draws a sharp breath through his teeth when you free his erection from the slits of his bottoms, his hands travel to meet yours and place them around his length. Zero words are exchanged as the next thing he feels is your warm tongue wrapping eagerly around him.

He instinctively bucks his hips towards your mouth, toes curling in the process as you start dragging your tongue up and down his arousal. It only took a few more tries before you start to feel the moment when he loses the control that he had been holding onto diligently for so long.

But what fun would that be?

You pull back from his length with an audible pop and laugh, "That's for this morning."

He wants to cry at the loss of contact but holds back. Rin tosses off the blindfold, throwing it across the room, and the moment his gaze meets yours, it's burning. "Not fair."

"It's only fair, babe." You reply back with a tease.

Your body falls softly against the cushions of the couch as your husband gets up and he picks you up easily by flinging a hand under your legs. You wrap your legs around his waist, resting just above his needy erection, and widen your eyes as he starts stepping toward the bedroom.

"What about the photoshoot?"

"Just send over what you have," He makes a low, guttural sound in response and traces his tongue along the crook of your neck, "I want to do something else right now."

He pulls you away gently by your throat, forcing you to look back at him. His eyes scan your face, looking you over and memorizing every detail before they fall to your lips, and he leans forward and kisses you.

As his tongue breaches your mouth, he sets you down on the mattress, crawling on top, and shivering when his bare cock brushes over your bottoms. You can't help the way you tremble under his hold, your entire body lighting on fire. You have an idea of where this might go but, before anything else, you reach over to your bedside drawer and pull out a series of small boxes.

He pulls away at the sound and inspects the items, "You always kept condoms there?" Rin asks.

"No," You said a bit too defensively, "I'm just an optimist and safety comes first." You toss two boxes in his hands. "Check the date on those."

He eyes them strangely and taking out a couple of colored condoms and clear ones. "Why?"

You squeeze his thigh, sitting up on the mattress this time, "The good ones expire within two to three years. I think these should be decent? Pick whichever one you want to use."

Rin blanks for a while, trying to weigh out his options. He doesn't know why but this is harder to decide compared to who he should pass to on the field. You sit back slightly against the headboard, rubbing small circles into his thigh before he finally comes to a decision and picks up a black one.

Your lips quirks up, "Ribbed for her pleasure?"

He plays with the packaging between his fingers and furrows his brows, "I don't trust the ultra-thin ones."

"It's not like they make the condoms break on purpose!"

"I know that," He blushes in embarrassment, "I just want us to be safe too."

You free yourself from your top and bottoms, letting your breasts perk up in exposure to the cold air in the bedroom. Rin doesn't wait long to get rid of his only remaining article of clothing and carefully removes the wrapper from its confinement. He fumbles with the condom for a bit, trying to find the correct way of putting it on so that it doesn't automatically slip off, and gingerly pushes your back against the mattress.

Rin takes a moment to fully absorb the sight, his heavy gaze darting across your fully naked flushed figure along the white sheets that hugs your outline beneath you. Hands rest firmly along your waist and he leans forward, a mixture of concern and lust raging in his eyes.

"Are you sure?"

Your arms wrap behind his neck, anchoring yourself below as you waited with much anticipation, "Take your time, I'm right here."

It takes Rin a few long seconds for this realization to hit, spurring him to action. He pulls back slightly, one hand steady on your waist and the other gripping his arousal as he begins to slowly enter your folds inch by inch. A heatwave goes through his system at the feeling of your tight cavern clenching around the tip of his cock, Rin bites into his lip to control himself and gently pushed forward, sliding inside of your entrance and pushing through the thin strip of resistance while you begin to cry softly by his ear.

"I’m sorry," he apologizes when he hears you emit a sharp sound of pain, "We can stop if this is too much."

You hold onto him tighter, refusing to lift your chin from his shoulder.  "It's fine," you manage to breathe out, "I'm trying to get used to you."

You moan and lower your hips, forcing him deeper inside of you, his length fully draped in your tight warmth. It's Rin's turn to wince, this time at the feeling of being fully inside. Without thinking about it and unable to control his body’s response, he begins to thrust his hips up towards yours slowly, still holding onto you firmly as you widen your legs under him.

"You're so tight." Rin rasps out, your nails digging deeper into his shoulders.

You fight back the tears and whimper, "It feels good, don't stop."

"I know," he coos, unable to keep from responding in the heat of the moment.

What started as slow, tepid lovemaking soon became rough and swift. Your muffled moans soon grow into loud, uncontrollable whines as you cry out your passion into the room. Rin screws his eyes shut and lets his concentration break, his mind fully focused on the feeling of you under and tight around him as he works his length as deep inside of you. All he can think about is how good you feel and how long he wanted this, and now finally being with you like this - so close and so unveiled - it's more than he can handle, more than he can believe.

Rin knows that he's moments away from falling apart completely.  Feeling the cord tighten in his stomach,  he leans forward to take one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking it gently while he brought his fingertips to your sensitive nub and begins to circle around the area until your mewling grows further into a frenzy.

 "Fuck," You begin to cry into his shoulders, fingers tearing at his hair, "It feels too good, baby."

Rin is too far gone at that point, and he realizes too late that his climax is bursting out of him, his cock leaking heavily into the wrapper. You're soon behind him, biting into his shoulder as your own orgasm hit, and the feeling of your walls gripping and clenching him only prolongs his own release and it leaves him feeling intoxicated and dazed.

He pulls his hand away from where it sat between you both, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close, both your breathing laborious and loud. Rin tries to process the reality of what had just transpired, but he knows that he would never truly understand why he's lucky enough to be with you in this way.

"As cheesy as this sounds," You rake your fingers through his damp locks and giggle at his exhausted state, "I'm glad we waited to do this."

"I'm sorry that we didn't do this sooner," Rin replies quietly, nudging his face closer to your chest, "you did great."

"You made it great for me."

Your bodies breathe in rough synchronization and you leave the clean-up process to become tomorrow's worries.

Waking up to the sight of you drooling on him has quickly become one of his favorite things to look forward to. Rin doesn't even hide his intentions as he reaches for his phone and snaps a picture of you. The sound and flash from the device wake you and you soon take note of the wet mess that you had laid on his chest from the night before.

You let out a yelp, using the blankets to immediately wipe off any trace of saliva, "Delete that right now!"

Rin quickly saves it as his new phone background and shakes his head, "That's not on my to-do list today." Not like he has a to-do list, but he enjoys seeing this flustered side of you outside of the bedroom playground.

You pout, "Who knew you could be so mean?"

"My parents left that part out of my application for obvious reasons."

Before you could say anything more, Rin's phone buzzes in his hands, and his brother's ID flashes across the screen. This could mean one or two things, he's wishing him a happy birthday or his whole family is coming to visit. Considering that it's not even September yet, you can only assume the latter.

Rin scrambles to put on a pair of boxers and hops out of bed to take the call, "Be right back."

It had been almost three months since your in-laws last visited your home. With his older brother living abroad in Spain and his parents spending their retirement funds on travels, it was hard to find a good quiet week for everyone to fly over. But, when they do visit, it's always an impromptu visit on their end that leaves you scrambling around the house last minute. Rin knows how stressed that leaves you so when he gets off the phone with Sae, he immediately lets you know about the upcoming visit within the next three days. While most people may think three days is still short notice, at least that's better than waking up at 4 in the morning with everyone by the front door.

"How long do you think they're gonna stay for?" You step out of the shower in your bathrobe and eye the wall clock.

"Only two days, it'll be brief. My mother just wants to drop some stuff off and have dinner." He says while making the bed.

You hum in deep thought, "We can spend the rest of today grocery shopping when you get back from work if you want."

"I would like that."

Rin helps you clean the place for the first two days and then on the final day he spends all his time in the kitchen. He reassures that he'll handle the cooking since everyone in his family are picky eaters, especially his older brother.

"You sure you don't need help, babe?" You try and peer over his shoulders but his tall frame made it nearly impossible. Rin notices and takes a step aside for you to look.

He's wearing one of your pink, frilly aprons while chopping up various greens on the cutting board. On the stove he has three separate pots, one pot was nearly filled to the brim with bone broth and tender meat, the other was a smaller pot with already boiled vermicelli noodles, and the last pot is just a placeholder for raw vegetables.

"I've got it covered," He says with focus and tosses the last bit of cilantro into the third pot. "Is everything else ready for tonight?"

"Mhm," You lean against his side, engulfing your nose with the intense aroma from the meat, "The smell alone is riling me up." You said half-jokingly.

His eyes glimmer and immediately pauses his actions, "Maybe we could sneak one in before they arrive?"

You lightly pinch his shoulder and laugh, "Are you a sex addict now or something?"

"No," He sets down the knife and turns off the stove, face leaning into yours as he cages you in between his arms and the kitchen counter. "Maybe just a you addict."

You pinch his shoulder again, a little too roughly, and Rin winces. His lips ghost over yours and, with a simple touch, you latch your arms around his neck and press your lips together. It's firm, rough, and almost desperate. Rin's hand drifts up the back of your shirt, easily snapping the back of your bra band off, and soon gets a hold of one of your exposed breasts. You melt into his touch, whining when his fingers brush over a nub.

You reluctantly pull back when you smell the intense fragrance again, a faint string of saliva stretching and breaking in between you two, "What time are they coming over?"

He glances at the clock on the wall, "About an hour."

You snap your head towards the unfinished dining room table and curse under your breath, "I forgot to set up the plates and runner."

Rin caresses your cheeks, forcing you to readjust your attention back to him. "It'll be quick, don't worry." He ushers, placing your hands against his aching clothed length.

It’s almost like a trend with you two now. Finding odd moments to become intimate during a time crunch. "Fine," You press against his warmth and offer him a sultry smile, "but you're on cleaning duty."

"Fair enough deal." He groans at you, running his fingers across the now damp fabric of your panties.

Lifting a hand, you trace the outline of his face with your fingertip, admiring the sharp angular features and how his long lashes rest under his eyes as he breathed quietly. Your eyes fall on the firm definition of his biceps where they peeked from the black form-fitting t-shirt he always likes to wear around you.

Rin's eyes were glowing in that specific cloudy gaze again before he bashfully asks, "Can I go down on you?"

You shudder when his fingers press down on your clothed clit, "It's hard to say no when it's you, Rin."

He tugs at your waistband, easily slipping off the article of clothing to the ground, and watches you with greed in his eyes as you slither out of your soiled underwear. His hands grip firmly against your ass, lifting and placing you down gently on the counter, away from his carefully crafted meal prep. You shiver against the cold marble countertop and watch with anticipation as he slowly bends down to level his face between your wet heat.

He has already memorized and claimed your scent as his own; it’s a fierce and sweet concoction of hormones and needs that only his words and touch could elicit in you. As your aroma encircled him, Rin couldn't help but grow more and more thirsty. His fingers rest firmly on your folds, spreading you apart.

"Rin," You find yourself panting out his name, hands immediately tugging at his dark locks.

He nuzzles his face right into the wet slick, burying himself in your addicting warmth, "Be good for me, okay?"

Despite the rush of getting everything set up, Rin takes his time. His tongue makes its laps against your folds and he feels your trembling body as you buck against the countertop. You let out another moan, this time contained in your throat but still loud and sweet enough for him to hear, and the sound of it makes his length ache in return.

He tries to ignore the throbbing pain and focuses on your pleasure. His tongue dances in the forms of long, short, and fast strokes against your flesh, stopping only when he reaches your clit. Every time he stopped, your body tensed above him, and it made him smile knowing that he could get you like this. Rin hates to admit it but he loves to tease you as much as he loves to leave you awash with pleasure. As he continues to ravage from below, you begin to whine incoherently and lean back further until your back is flush against the cold countertop.

"Rin, please—" The knot growing in your stomach makes your hands ball up into fists in his hair, knuckles turning white from the immense pleasure.

He can't see your face but, judging from the cadence in how you called out his name, he knows that you're close. Seeing you behaving desperate and anxious only makes him love you ten times more than he had moments ago. Giving your thighs a light spank, his lips latch onto your clit, and rolls his tongue in circles.

He feels the vibrations of your moans echoing throughout your messy figure but he wants to finish you off in a way that'll turn you into putty in his hands. He sucks on your sensitive nerve one last time before pulling away, standing up, and using the back of his hand to wipe away the honey-coated slick that's across his face.

Before you get a chance to cry out in frustration, Rin seizes you by your waist and pulls your body forward so that your feet touch the floor. He meets with your flushed expression as you quietly gasp for air and pulls out a wrapper he had in his pockets.

"Can we?" He says it so tenderly.

"God," You can't help but laugh weakly at the sight, legs trembling from the built-up pressure, "You get cleaning duty and owe me brunch tomorrow."

He hums in agreement as he slips out of his sweats, erection raging red and getting fully wrapped around by the condom, "Consider that a date."

"Just don't take too long because we still—"

Bringing one hand up towards your cheek, he pulls you into a swift kiss that quickly silences you. Your words soon deteriorate into a muffled series of moans into his mouth as he gravitates his palm under your right thigh, lifting and spreading it just enough that he slips his length inside in one smooth glide.

"You fit so perfectly around me." He breathes between your ragged lips before lowering your leg, his thumbs taking place onto your hips.

Rin starts off his thrusts at a swift pace, not too rough but still reaching your deepest spots that had you clenching your eyes shut and tipping your head back. He winces at the tightness and warmth of your sex, suppressing back the moan that rose into a bubble in his throat but it's nearly impossible with how electrifying everything feels.

"Don't look away."

Your eyes flutter open and tilt your head forward, finding his smoldering gaze. Rin stares back, studying the way your lips part as you call his name and the way that your brows furrow in pleasure.

"That's it." He pumps a snap thrust into you, causing your hands to fly directly around his neck, holding onto him tight. "You're such a good girl."

The sound of his voice has always been able to produce flutterings in your heart, but hearing him talk to you like this, speaking words like that, is enough to sharpen the ache and send the deluge of your insides rushing forth like a dam has been breached.

The sounds coming out of you right now are inconvincible. Your sentences and his name starts sounding like a new language but he can't bother to listen to your nonsense chatter right now. Not while he's focusing so hard on the magnificent feel of your warmth that was melting him where he stood, his concentration on heightening your ecstasy until you break under his touch. He brings his hips as close to yours as he can, each stroke smooth and just deep enough to hit your spot every time he falls back into you. You shut your eyes again, dropping your forehead to his chin, and Rin grunts, letting himself drown in the overwhelming bliss of being inside of you.

"Tell me how it feels." He moans against your sweat-covered collarbones.

You launch yourself closer, now chest to chest with your husband, "It's so good—you take care of me so well!"

Another sharp thrust causes your walls to spasm crazy against his arousal, he nips at your neck in response, "I know I do."

He’d built you up so high earlier that it doesn't take long for you to fall apart. Your walls continue to tighten around him and your nails scrape lines into his shoulder blades. You're crying his name again, the sound bright and muffled against his neck, but Rin focuses on the feel of you losing yourself on his cock. You begin to lean against him, your body going slack and limbless.

Feeling a burning hot pressure grows inside his own core as he devours your sounds and drives into you with a few final deep pumps, unable to stop himself when he spills hot against the wrapper inside of you.

Rin is trembling as he finishes, and you're still vicing him in a death grip with the searing wet heat of your sex. Your sounds have mostly quieted now, minus the weak giggling, leaning completely limp against him. Your arms are still looped around his shoulders and the sweat from your brow trails his clavicle where your head had come to rest.

"How long do we have?" You finally breathe, brain still intoxicated by the rush of pleasure.

"15 minutes." He sighs and pulls outs, soon realizing the mess that you both had made all over his groin and legs.

A groan mumbles through your lips, "Think we have enough time to squeeze in a shower?"

Rin places a chaste kiss on your wet cheeks, "Not a chance."

It's a miracle how efficiently you two work under pressure. It's also no surprise that Rin is fast at almost everything he does. Whether it be running from one end of the field to the other or rushing to have the meals all perfectly set up by the dining table as your in-laws were just arriving through the door. You mentally thank him for giving you just enough time to fix your 'post-sex' crazed hair and take care of 'her' business.

By the time you arrive at the dining table, practically everything and everyone had already been seated and served. You shyly say your brief greetings before taking a seat next to Rin, "How was the flight over?"

Sae, who sat across from you, doesn't try to hide the disdain in his voice, "Still jetlagged and tired, if I'm being honest."

Rin picks up his noodles and sends his brother a questioning look, "You literally flew in first class." He jabs.

The older male fakes a yawn, "And? There's still a seven-hour time difference."

Your mother-in-law quickly interjects the growing tension, "It wasn't too bad, we had a layover in Shanghai which was nice, and we even brought gifts!" She reaches underneath the table, pulling out several luxury branded boxes and a lone black plastic bag that was stuffed to the brim with white fabric.

"That one is mine." Sae lamely points at the black bag which earns a huff from your husband. Of all the few times you've met his brother, you don't know if he's genuinely bad at giving out gifts or just did it on purpose to tick off Rin. "Wear it in private." He adds casually in a whisper.

"So," Your mother-in-law's voice chimes in an all too familiar tone at the dinner table, her chopsticks clinking against the noodles in the bowl as her eyes dart between the two of you on the other side. Her husband shifts awkwardly in the seat next to her and Sae mindlessly chews, though his head perks at the incoming conversation. "When are you guys expecting kids?"

You nearly spit out your meal in response, still not used to her directness, "Oh, umm..." Your eyes wander to Rin in hopes of a reasonable reply.

In the past, Rin would be quick to give an answer that fell more along the lines of "We're still getting to know each other" or "We're both busy to focus on that right now". Normally you wouldn't say anything in return and merely silently agree just because he was right. Plus, you never did feel comfortable admitting to his parents that you did indeed want to sleep with their son, maybe not pop out a baby anytime soon, but definitely slipping under the sheets.

You were half expecting Rin to spout out a similar retort this time around but, while looking over at his face, Rin shoots his parents a faint smile and squeezes your hand. This earned a loud gasp from everyone at the table, including yourself.

"Give us maybe two years?"

A time frame? An actual time frame? Everyone is thinking the same thing.

"Oh, my heavens..." His mom places a hand to her mouth and tears start pooling at the corners of her eyes. His dad immediately fetches her a napkin and holds her shaking figure in his arms, chanting that their dreams of having grandkids are now achievable.

Sae lets out an empty huff before giving a small congratulatory clap, "Guess you guys finally did something about that."

"About what?" You and Rin ask in unison.

Sae motions his hands in your direction, expression deadpan, "Sex." He says it loud enough for you to hear but thankfully your in-laws are too occupied crying tears of joy to realize what was said.

Rin glares at his brother and a loud thump was heard. You think your husband just kicked Sae underneath the table but Sae's face stayed unwavering. Or maybe he was trying to hold back his pained expression? You can’t read him that well.

"Quiet." Rin seethes but Sae only shrugs and tosses the black bag across the table.

"Open it up." Sae says a bit too eagerly.

Rin rips into the bag, and he groans when he pulls out two sweaters, the soft fabric spilling over his lap. He groans even more when he lifts one up, unfolding it and holding it at arm’s length. It’s a white baggy, comfortable-looking sweater. There’s black writing across the chest, the words ‘she's just my roommate’ plastered over the front in a Disney-styled font, with an arrow pointing to the right.

"The other one is for Y/N."

The second sweater is identical to the first in color and design, except this one has the words ‘I'm more than that’ with arrows pointing down.

Well, that's certainly embarrassing. You don't even bother questioning where he even ordered it from.

Rin lets the sweater fall onto his lap, "This is going to be our new dish rag. I'm not wearing this."

"Of course you will," Sae takes a sip from his glass and flicks over a rare smirk, "You're going to toss out your big brother's gift?"

"It is comfortable." You point out and Rin groans again when he sees you pulling the sweater over your head. Hair tousled from putting it on and the baggy look does look incredibly cute on you but still...

Sae clears his throat, "I get first dibs on naming the kid, by the way."

Rin rolls his eyes, "And what's the name?"

"Sae Jr."

Another loud thump and you could've sworn a tear rolled down his cheek.

It's Autumn by the time you finish your beloved passion project. You've spent the last few weeks hulled in your room after the family dinner, rapidly typing away on your keyboard for what seems to be hours that Rin legitimately thought he had to buy you a new one. You claimed that you finally knew how to piece the rest of the story together and you couldn't let the idea sit around. He respected your decision but still checked in every now and then to drop off takeout meals and water break reminders.

Once finished with the finalized novel, your penpals were the first ones to gain early access to it on your Patreon site. A quick video call from them in the middle of the night was all the confirmation you need to know that all the "pain" and "suffering" was worth it.

"See? This is why you're number one!" Bachira pops open a bottle of champagne while wearing a cheapy-made party hat.

Chigiri raises his own glass to toast, "How many physical copies are you printing out?"

"I think 500? I have to double-check with my manufacturer for the numbers. But that also means 500 books to sign and I am not looking forward to that."

Your friends roar over the speakers at the fact, downing another glass of alcohol.

Unaware of how noisy the sounds were coming from your phone, you failed to recognize Rin shifting around in his sleep. He wakes up with a low moan. You thought he was going to yell at you but only pulls you closer to his bare chest, his hand soon finding a place to rest on your stomach and eyes flutter open against your skin.

"Who are you talking to?" His raspy voice catches your friends' attention.

"Oh my god," Hiori tries to look closer into your video, "is that your husband?"

Shidou's screen flashes white for a second and grins, "He's hella sculpted."

"Wait, did you just take a screenshot?" Your eyes widen and quickly turn off the video before they could see Rin's face.

"Wait, we wanna see the hubby!"

Your friends begin to whine but your fingers hover over the red button, "Okay bye, thanks for all the love but I have to walk my fish tomorrow morning!" When the call drops, you turn to look at your half-asleep husband, whispering an apology.

He gently pinches your stomach and hums in contentment, "It's fine, but you have to wake up early tomorrow, right?"

"I do," You release a long sigh and press your back deeper into his chest. "But I'm proud of how everything turned out."

"I'm sure it'll be one of your best sellers." Rin hums against your spine, causing you to giggle in reaction.

"Yeah," You reply quietly. "I mean, I hope it does well. I literally wrote a book about us."

He hugs you tighter, looking at you with a faraway look in his eyes, "Life imitates art, I guess."

You feel like you're going to burst with a rush of emotions. With all things considered, you both had come pretty far. "Hey, Rin?"

His lips brush against your shoulders, "Yeah?"

In a barely audible voice, you whisper, "I love you."

The words hang in the air for a split moment. With half-lidded eyes laced with drowsiness, Rin blinks slowly, the corners of his lips twisting into a serene smile.

He leans close to plant a longing kiss on your forehead before rejoining without hesitation, "I love you too."

[ I CAN MAKE YOUR BED ROCK ]

Hana Kay has dedicated her entire career to writing erotica professionally. Everything in her life was going all according to plan when she finally hits a million followers and gets a once-in-a-lifetime chance to get featured on Today's Morning Show. Nothing stands in her way, not even the jarring fact that she's a virgin and that she's too afraid to even touch her own husband. But when Hana has a face-to-face meeting with her seething editor and a fight with writer's block, she has no choice but to face her fears.

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[oracle-of-dream]

Submissive and huh?

Minors DNI

Summary: Your friend Taerae recently learned a new term and wants your thoughts. Explaining it might help him understand properly, but do you have the strength to tell him.

Warnings: Male Reader, Idol Taerae, Student Reader, Lewd faces/Ahegao, Mention of arousal and breeding

Wordcount: 1.2k

Math classes had been kicking your ass all semester and tutoring from the professor wasn't working out. You'd ended up being assigned a study partner. The program was meant for students struggling with the class to help each other. That's how you met Taerae. 

He didn't originally introduce himself as an idol, especially since it was an online class. No one had seen his face. But when you met up with him for the first time to study together, you instantly recognized him from TV. You hit it off over a shared hate for math and spent more time together outside class.

He'd complain about his idol life issues and you'd give him any notes from class he'd missed.

You'd just gotten home from a late-night study session at the library. As if it knew, your phone lit up with a text as you sat on your bed.

TR: Yo! Y/N, I met some fans while out with the members today!

YN: Cool. Don't you meet fans wherever you go?

TR: Well these stuck out!

YN: How?

TR: Well, I noticed them, a bunch of guys, giggling in the convenience store and pointing at me and Hao while we were shopping. I didn't want to embarrass them so I just played it cool and ignored them. But then they came up to me!

YN: Okay, some brave fans? That's it?

TR: Just wait a sec! 

TR: They came to me and told me they were fans. But more specifically, MY fans! Of course, I was happy to hear, but they were foreigners because they used a term I didn’t know.

YN: What term?

TR: Submissive and Breedable?

TR: I know what submissive means, they mean I'm not an aggressive person. That's not entirely true, but I'm submissive at times.

You looked at your phone, blinking a few times. Some "fans" dared to say that!?

TR: I can't find anything when I look it up, it's probably slang, right?

Maybe telling him that his fans want to breed him wasn't the best thing to tell your friend. He was just too wholesome for that.

YN: Yeah, it is, but it's not something cool. No one says it really, it's not the trend anymore.

TR: Really? I know trends, I'm not old, but I haven’t heard of that.

YN: See? There's no reason to worry, just fans being weird.

TR: Well, the photo they wanted was also...off.

YN: Off how?

TR: They wanted me to stick my tongue out and look up at the camera, which was super high above me. To be honest–it felt a little embarrassing to pose like that.

You shook your head trying not to imagine his cute self making lewd faces for a group of boys, but it was hard. And so were you.

YN: You should be more careful, they could use photos like that weirdly.

TR: What do you mean?

YN: Let's drop it. Subject change, what are you doing now?

TR: I'm getting ready for bed, I just got under the covers.

You looked at the clock, midnight was on its face.

YN: Oh shit, I didn't even realize. You should sleep!

TR: No, no, I'm pretty awake. Plus, it's nice talking to you. Did you want to video call while you get ready for bed?

You’d done it before, talking on video call into the night, but it was always a little like Taerae just wanted to see you.

YN: Sure, I'll call you.

You pressed the video call button on your phone. It showed your reflection as you waited, automatically you straightened your hair a little and kicked some stuff on the floor out of frame.

Taerae answered the phone with a smile, the camera close to his face.

You laughed as you set your phone on your desk, "Well hello to you too, why so close?"

"No reason, I just want to see you closely."

"Well, I can see you so closely I can count your pores," You scoffed as you went into your closet to find pajamas for the night.

"Is it weird I'm holding it so close?"

"A little, but it's no big deal. If you don't wanna show yourself then why'd you wanna video call?"

Taerae didn't answer.

"Are you still thinking about what those guys said?"

He shuffled in bed, "Mmhm."

"I promise it's nothing bad."

"Then why don't you just tell me?"

You sighed, "Okay, fine, I'll spill."

Taerae's eyes peered curiously at the camera as he waited for you to come out of your closet. You settled on wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt and shorts. You returned to find Taerae's eyes filled with impatience.

You swallowed awkwardly, "You already know what the submissive part means, but the other part..."

"Breedable," Taerae reminded you.

"Yeah–It means," You struggled to find a good way to break it to him with that look in his eyes. So full of trust and purity. "It means, they wanna do it with you."

Taerae's expression dropped into surprise, "Oh, that's it? I read about that kind of stuff of fans wanting me to have sex with them. That's not so bad."

"Well, breedable means, specifically where you'd be the one getting fucked. Likely by a man. Who wants to... finish in you."

You couldn't bring yourself to look at the screen to see his expression. He'd fallen silent, thinking of a response. It felt like ten minutes passed until he broke the silence.

Taerae's voice was deep and serious, "Y/n."

"Yeah?"

"Look at the screen." You looked at the screen to see Taerae in bed, holding the camera above him to show off his shirtless torso that was mostly covered by the bed sheet except for his collarbone and neck. "Am I breedable right now?"

You felt warm in your face as you answered, "Yeah, I-I guess."

"Submissive, too?"

"Sure," You said as you looked down at your hands.

"Yes or no! Sure isn't good enough, and look at me!"

You complied, looking at him. He smiled before making a face; his eyes looking up at the camera as he stuck out his tongue and held up a peace sign with his other hand.

"Jesus, Taerae!" You looked away quickly. Your heart was in your ears, pounding as the image of sweet Taerae's lewd face was plastered behind your eyelids.

He laughed loudly. "I am, aren't I? Submissive and breedable. I take it as a compliment, they like me that much! To be honest, you look all shy... You look a little submissive too."

You moved your phone so he couldn't see you anymore.

"I was kidding! Don't hide from me!" Taerae's muffled voice shouted from the speaker of your phone. 

After you calmed down, you turned your phone back over to see him still there. Still shirtless, and holding his phone at the same seductive angle.

"You're so weird!" You yelled at Taerae, who just giggled.

"And you still like me anyway. Even with all my breedable energy."

"I'm going to hang up–"

"What!? We gotta see you do the pose too, what if you're more breedable than me, we should test how–"

You cut him off as you pressed the red dial button. You turned your phone off before he could call you again. You lay in bed, alone in the dark, thinking about Taerae's face.

And in the privacy of your home, you test if you can also feel submissive and breedable, making Taerae's new iconic look. A secret he'll never know about... As if you didn't already have a big secret.

[swabian-princess]

The Cheatcode

Hello Ladies,

I’ve found the cheat code when it comes to hypergamy! You’ll only need a little start capital…not that much, only around 1-2k.

You need to rebuild your entire wardrobe. Yes. Throw out your crop tops and your leggings. No high value man wants a woman that is dressed like a yoga teacher all day. I don’t care if you’re only 21. Buy all those long skirts and button up tops and don’t even think about purchasing a bag cheaper than 500 dollars.

Think about what you can do in terms of your appearance. Maybe a nose job or a skinny BBL? If you’re lucky you can get away with only lip fillers.

Only speak about feminine stuff. Home decor. How you’re planning to homeschool your children. Let the man talk about masculine things like politics or finances.

Are you still reading? Well…I have a surprise for you…

…there is no such thing as a cheatcode.

Sorry, but I need to rant a little bit.

I’m so fucking annoyed at posts like this. There is currently and likely never will be a cheatcode for hypergamy.

Don’t believe those feminity influencers – most of them aren’t even married or have bagged a billionaire. Don’t buy books from these people and don’t give them money for strange online classes, that claim you’ll meet a billionaire within a five step program.

The truth is, wether you like it or not, that only very few woman will marry into high society and even fewer will stay in those circles.

I don’t know if you get it but those men are only human and want a honest connection with their partner. (Well, I’m sure there are men that really only care about looks but is this really a man you would like to marry? Even if he’s the richest man on the planet?)

Hypergamy is work. Hard fucking work.

Many of you seem to think that those men only fuck you and look at you. What do you do if you can’t fuck because you’re on a gala or his mothers birthday dinner? You’ll have to open your mouth and start talking.

I’m like 98% sure that you could be a grenade in bed and the most beautiful woman that ever walked on earth, if you can’t hold a conversation for longer than a minute, you won’t be succesful.

I am not that beautiful myself, I’m average with a few nice features but I can entertain my boyfriend for hours just talking about my day. I can discuss current politics with him and talk about his business without googling every second phrase.

He loves to spend time with me because he likes how I make him feel. I make him feel welcomed in his home, I make sure to listen to his problems and about what brings him joy. I am the first person he wants to call when he has a hard or a very succesful day because he know that my reactions are always honest and genuine. I won’t just tell him what he wants to hear – I tell him my opinion.  

Another thing that bugs me, is that those feminity influencers make relationships seem like the only things to do are shopping, taking vacations and going out to eat.

Honestly it’s fucking hard to be with a high value man.

High value man = very full schedule.

My boyfriend works from 5:30am to 7pm and sometimes even longer. When he comes home he wants to shower, eat something and talk to me.

I prepare his meals and clean the house while he’s at work. I do grocerie shopping and laundry, I iron his clothes and order his skin and haircare products.

He doesn’t expect me in a full face of makeup and a bodycon dress with heels when he gets home but he wants me to be clean and freshly showered. He want’s no drama and he expects that I know my place – beside him.

A relationship is work, especially if you’re in one with a man that works 80+ hours a week. Don’t expect endless shopping trips with him or a nice dinner every day. There is a reason why he has money – he works for it and his working hours are usually very long.

Okay, thats all I have for now.

Bye Bye

Selene

[safetycar-restart]

Little Charles haven’t seen his mommy in a week cause she’s away and his miserable but she suprised him by coming back early and he’s sooooo happy not leaving her lap clutching to her, making him fed her

I am ALWAYS down for some soft subby Charles with mommy!! Always!!

Maybe this happens during the break? Charles is usually quite good at being without you for exactly a week. He's used to that with race weekends, and while of course he doesn't like it, he does manage it. Especially because he facetimes you before bed every night and he messages you throughout the day and he knows you always watch all his practice sessions and races.

(Sidenote: maybe you specifically always watch his onboards? So if Charles isnt near the front you don't even know whose leading and you don't care.)

But during breaks? He has programmed his little mind so that breaks are for him and mommy! Yes he of course will have things he has to do and you will have work and whatnot, but you two always go with each other everywhere. He doesn't part with his mommy during the breaks, those are the rules! And if you can't get off work and have to stay in Monaco then he stays in Monaco! Always with mommy.

But maybe you have a work thing that means you have to leave for a week and he has several photoshoots with different brands in Monaco throughout that week so he can't leave.

It breaks his little heart, because this is not how it's supposed to be! It's the winter break! And that means he shouldn't be without his mommy for more than a few hours!

Needless to say, your little one is miserable. Absolutely miserable, and even through he tries to act like he isnt over the phone, he so clearly is.

He isnt angry with you, of course not. Logically he knows this is just bad timing and no one's fault, but he's so sad! Sad and without his mommy.

Maybe you had to travel for a conference? You present your talk and then you get permission to attend the rest of the conference online and go back to Charles early.

You don't tell him anything. He just comes home after a photoshoot and sees his mommy sitting on the couch waiting for him.

Naturally he stares at you in disbelief for a few seconds, and then just starts crying and flings himself onto the couch with you. He's on your lap within seconds, curling up and crying happy tears because mommy! Mommy is back!!!

He doesn't let you go for the rest of the night, babbling on and on about how lonely he was and how miserable his photoshoots were and how happy he is that you're home. He doesn't even let you shower alone, immediately getting up when you do because he's not letting you out of his sight.

You still have to attend the other conferences virtually, which is completely fine with him because he can curl up at your feet and be a good little subby darling and it's exactly what he needed.

And obviously you don't leave him for the rest of the break.

[luceracastro]

helloooo! first of all, i love your writing so so so much! love the switch between the english and the spanish

i’m in my first year of university and i’m studying geology but i have a lot of math, programming and chemistry and physics (besides the “rock subjects”)

so, based on that (self-inserted cof cof) could i request headcanons or a oneshot with the cast (lsdln - enzo/matias/kuku/fran/blas/agus pardella) and fem!reader that is a STEAM student (she’s extremely intelligent, entered first on the course she wanted, on the university she wanted) but she’s going through a rought patch and entering the burn-out phase? really needing a comfort fic rn tbh 😅

love everything you write! muchos abrazos 🫂🫶🏼

The boys comforting you when you feel stressed from school head-cannons

(Enzo/Matías/Kuku/Fran/Blas/Agua paradella) x fem!reader

A/n: Omg Anon I am so happy you requested this I literally had lots of fun thinking and writing about this! I do hope school gets better my love I know it can sometimes be super stressful but I do hope this cheers you up love!

Summary: How would the boys act when you feel stressed or struggle with school

Enzo

I feel like he would notice something was up when you were completely quiet and not as smiley or energetic as before, how you’d looks down at your assignments and computer with a gloom expression but he couldn’t understand why, you were passionate about your work so what happened?

He realized what was up when you loudly groaned and slammed your computer shut walking to your room, so he decided to talk to you about it

Of course he’d be there for you, talk to you, encourage you but still respected your feelings and stress and kept awareness to it

He’s take you out to your favorite cafe to study and order you your favorite drink and pastry, sit with you and encourage you when you felt like something was too hard

He would even make you relaxation tea and get you or make you your favorite food when you felt too overwhelmed and needed a break

Overall it soon passed and you realized his comfort and help was super helpful in those times

Matías

He honestly would be clueless as your demeanor at first, until sooner than later he gets the clear clues

He tries to convince you that maybe all you need is some sleep and you deny until he coaxes you into bed with him, he gives you soft comforting back scratches and you do fall asleep

He takes the time to make you your favorite foods and once you wake he feeds you which honesty does lift your mood up

Then he prepares you both mate and sits with you at the table working on your school work, he isn’t a STEM genius like you but his support and encouragement is more than enough

Before your lectures the next day he sends you off with a loving kiss and encouragement and he is there to pick you up right after with your favorite drink and takes you to get a bite to eat

He is there every step of the way helping you and encouraging you that soon that burnout feeling passes

Kuku

Well Kuku of course was a little older than you, and he didn’t know much about what you studied about but he was super supportive

He noticed you were stressed and just didn’t have the same passion about school like you did before and no way in hell would he allow that

He planned these study dates, you’d both go to this chill cafe near your shared apartment where he’d order a number of pastries and coffee or good looking drinks and you’d be more in the mood

He would stay up late with you encouraging you to work on your assignments and he would even try looking up online YouTube lessons (it wasn’t very successful except one time and it was brief but he tried)

Once you came home with a good grade he’d be over the top excited and that alone will slowly encourage you back into your passion for school and your major especially when you both talk more about it

Fran

Fran definitely was very observant and already knew what was going on, he was worried but knew it was time to step in when it was visible that this had a mental affect on you

He had sat down with you to talk, once you explained the burnout feeling you were getting he looked over some tips online, usually relaxation and some healthy environment to study in could help so he figured that out

He planned a relaxation trip to the spa then cooked you your favorite food along with a sweet treat of your choice

Then he had made you a relaxing studying environment by tidying up your shared apartment, making you some relaxation tea and lighting candles setting your stuff out so you could work on your assignments (he did his best)

He would sit with you as you worked and once he saw your frustration he would demand you take a break to breath and get your thoughts straight

Overall Fran was helpful in many ways!

Blas

Blas and you were completely different academically

He went to school for acting while you were a STEM girly so he took pride in having such a intelligent and great girlfriend

That meant taking care of you when he noticed it was beginning to be too much for you

He would try his best to comfort you, buying you your favorite treats and accompanying you to the library

He would his stick notes with nice motivational messages in your books and when you school got a bit too hard you would look back on your sticky notes

He would sit with you and even look through your notes and books to try and understand to help you out later on

Blas was a sweetheart who wanted to help anyway he could and overall it worked out amazing

Agus Paradella

Of course he was older than you (like kuku kinda) but he tried his best to understand your major because the only recollection of it was what he learned in his science classes in Highschool

But he was proud of you nonetheless and tried to help you since he took notice of your change in attitude and when you mentioned the burnout feeling it broke his heart

So he helped you by accompanying you to the library, coffee shop, or even a clam park that you liked visiting to do your school work

He would drop and pick you off from classes and take you home, he would sit with you until you finished your work and encourage you nonstop

Sometimes he would make you take mental breaks and pull out his guitar to sing, he would make you laugh anything to see you smile

He was supportive and encouraging during the whole thing and it was the most helpful thing anyone had ever done for you!

A/n: I LOVED WRITING THIS OMG!!!! LET ME KNOW IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO REQUEST ANYTHING!

[slavic-roots-western-mind]

Life in China Observations #4

It's been a while since I last did this, so let's go again!

Identity is complicated The question "where are you from" can be just as complicated as it is simple. For many people, their country of birth is where they're from, which is usually the case here. However, if you happen to be born in country A to parents from cultures B and C, immigrated and became a citizen of country D and now attend university in country E and are now on an exchange program in China, the question "where are you from" is not that easily answered. From what some of my friends told me, where you're from is actually the place where your dad was born in even though you may have been born in a different city which is a pretty interesting concept known as the "ancestral home" - 祖籍 (zǔjí) or 籍贯 (jígùan).

You have to make the first step I may have mentioned this in a previous post, but people are constantly doing something and unless you specifically and intentionally reach out and work on your friendship, you may end up drifting apart. Maybe this is a specific thing, but back home I could go a few weeks without really reaching out to my friends and then someone would suggest grabbing lunch together and it would be like no time had passed at all since we last saw each other. Here? Quite different.

Beauty and pop trends There are all sorts of weird and wonderful trends that you can come across in China. From using bread as a study tactic to decorating your workplace with banana plants, I feel like the more I assimilate here, the bigger the reverse culture shock will be when I go back home, and not just for me. dr.candiselin covers some of these trends on Instagram (not a promo post!), and I recommend checking out her content, it's quite brilliant.

Taobao You can buy anything on taobao. Literally. I saw someone selling a house there. I was previously a little shocked to see animals such as cats and bunnies being sold, but after seeing houses and cars being sold I honestly don't know what else is there to surprise me with.

Prepare in advance (foodwise) for the lunar new year During those 8-12ish days during the holdiays a lot of stores were closed. The convenience store outside my campus was open thank God, because otherwise I would have been living on instant porridge and instant soup which was my main food source 2 weeks prior due to being ill and there is only so much instant oatmeal that you can eat before slightly losing it.

Being ill is a nightmare And I mean the mandatory-bed-rest-no-going-out-for-at-least-5-days ill kind. You need to go to the hospital or a clinic to get a note to give to your school otherwise the day's you're absent will be counted, and once they reach a specific percentage you won't be allowed to take the exam (which can seriously mess with your grades, even more if you're there as an exchange student).

The weather can change at the blink of an eye I remember back in December the weather was in the negative digits and then suddenly the next day it was around 20 celcius?? The very next day it went to 3-4, and even now in March it's very all over the place. The weather forecast is not that useful because I'll leave the dorms wearing my coat in the morning only to return carrying my coat, jumper, long-sleeved shirt and wearing only my t-shirt.

More affordable beauty products I saw some products go for around $80 online?? And here on Taobao they cost under $10? I'm assuming it's the shipping costs that drive up the price so drastically, and now I'm pondering whether it would be cheaper to order online or to travel to China every couple of years just to stock up on beauty products.

[mashiraostail]

I hope school is going well for you! I'm almost done with my first year of my master's program, so I feel the pain of Zoom U! (Not so) secretly seeking comfort in your wonderful fics and headcanons - especially with my husbands Gang Orca and Aizawa <3 Request perhaps when you have the time/desire: the husbands, adding based on your preference, spending time with their loved one once they've finished a hard project or got a break from school, etc. Lots of Love!

yesss ! i recently completed my m.ed and got into my phd program so i feel this and wanting to celebrate and enjoy time with loved ones is epic

Shota Aizawa

"I'm gonna put my head through a wall." You flip through your mail again, "seriously, still nothing." You'd be obsessively refreshing your browser as well, hoping for an acceptance letter, at this point a rejection would be fine too.

"What's wrong honey?" Aizawa looked up from his paperwork. "What are you looking for?"

"My letter? From the university?" You're almost annoyed at him for asking, maybe he was playing dumb. "I can't really start my break without hearing back...I'm too on edge."

"You just finished your graduate degree, take a load off." He laughs, "school isn't going anywhere."

"I can't until I know I'm all set, I need to plan for the future Shota." You rub your face, "I'm so frustrated. I just want to know."

"Oh, hey now that you mention it I think you got some mail from them, it came at a weird time. Big envelope...I think it's in the kitchen."

"WHAT?" You shriek and jolt up, "go get it!"

"Why me?"

"I'm scared! I haven't seen anything online, what if they rejected me?"

"I'm sure they didn't." He gets up anyway and brings the manilla folder in for you. "Want me to open it?" You nod meekly. He opens it painstakingly slow, you watch his every move, analyze his face for a hint of the outcome.

"What does it say." Your stomach lurches when he sighs.

"Jeeze..." He makes a nervous face and you can feel your eyes watering.

"What, Shota, please tell me..." You're pulling on your shirt hem nervously.

"I'm barely gonna see you anymore." he turns the paper around, but he's smiling. You practically launch yourself at him and he accepts it with just as much gusto.

"I knew you made it honey." You feel his nose by your scalp, his breath is warm and inviting, you wrap your arms tighter around him.

"I'm so relieved." You feel like crying, you're so thankful the pit in your stomach is gone, all you feel is excitement for what's to come.

Shota laughs a little, "you take it all in stride." He pulls away a little and brushes your hair back, "you've been doing so great lately. I'm proud, but I'm not surprised."

"Thank you for all your help." You look at him and the unmistakable fondness in his eyes made your chest warm, you swore you're the only person to ever see it.

He makes a small noise, like kissing his teeth but softer, "don't look at me like that, I didn't help that much." He tosses the folder onto the nearest table and you tumble down onto the couch, his paperwork long forgotten. "Let's have dinner, whatever you want."

You gasp excitedly, "whatever I want?"

"Yeah.." He laughs a little, it comes from his chest and wraps you up like a blanket, "whatever you want. I can cook, we can order out, we can go out, the world is your oyster." He's grinning, "and money's no object, you earned it."

"I wanna stay in with you, let's watch that movie that I've been looking at. We should order out. And can we eat in bed?"

"Yes, yes and yes." You feel his lips on your temple, "I can't say no to you right now."

You're practically vibrating with excitement, Shota was always playfully mean, he enjoyed your constant whining for his affection for him to be so unabashedly affectionate and kind is a rare treat.

"I'll order the food, we can have a shower together," he tries and fails to stifle his laughter at the way your eyes light up, "and we can get into pajamas and watch that movie." You're nodding, thrilled, beyond thrilled.

"Let me know if there's anything else you want."

There wasn't, it was honestly perfect. You order your favorite food and get to cuddle up comfortably in bed with a good movie and even better company

Kugo Sakamata

Lately it feels like Kugo only sees you crouched over your laptop, typing furiously at your keyboard. Occasionally you'll groan and rub your eyes, or mutter something to yourself. You mentioned that you were finishing your thesis, that you were swamped. He tried not to get in your way, to bring you snacks and drinks and to check up on you when you were writing and editing for long hours.

Currently he is doing his own work, at his desk. It's late, you'd been working all night since dinner. He thinks he should check on you, maybe you'd gone to bed. He hopes you had, he disliked the idea of you staying up so late to work, especially when you worked so much during the day. He helped you when he could, proof reading, giving you ideas, and offering you support when you needed, he wished he could do more.

As he considered this his door opened and there you were, laptop in hand.

"Kugo I think I finished!" You look thrilled, he feels thrilled for you.

"My love that's wonderful news, can I see it?" He's glad to watch you bound over to him, and he easily sets his own work aside for you. You show him, though he's sure it would take him a while to get through it all he looks through the beginnings of it.

"You can have a copy when I print it all out to send in." You're beaming, it sends a million arrows straight through his chest.

"I'm thrilled to see you so happy, you have no idea." He sets your laptop down on top of his paperwork, "come here to me."

Of course you go, his hands wrap around your arms as you slide onto his lap. "I'm glad to be done." You feel his hands on your lower back, yours rest on his chest.

"Selfishly, I'm glad you're done too." You feel his thumbs running long strokes over your skin where your shirt rode up under his palms, "when was the last time we went to bed together?"

"I know.." You lament, "i'm sorry I've worked so much."

"No," he tsks, "don't be sorry. I'm proud of all the work you did. I'm glad to have you to myself now."

"Kugo.." You laugh, a bit nervously.

"How do you want to celebrate?" He asks, "I know it's late, but we should do something."

"I just want to spend time with you."

"I can arrange that." He laughs, it's a bubbling sort of warm sound, like a rolling boil. "I'll stay home tomorrow."

"No!" You gasp, "Kugo your job is very important!"

"I know, but I've missed you. I want to talk about all the work you've done. I'd like to have you for the day, if it's alright? We can have breakfast and do whatever you like all day. I'll give you whatever you like."

"You'd really do that? I feel like I'm stealing you."

"You don't have to worry about that. You stole me a while ago." His hand comes up to your face, his palm is smooth over your cheek, his finger brushes the shell of your ear, "you'll stay with me tomorrow, wont you?"

"Of course.." You flush a little, the warmth had started in your stomach and radiated up to your cheeks, "what should we do to celebrate until then..."

"Well why don't you tell me."

[ros3ybabe]

Daily Check-in September 13th, 2023 🎀

So yesterday was absolutely one of the most productive days I have ever had, and I swear I enjoyed it so much. I got so much done, so much planned out, and I'm super happy. I also just got paid, so I bought some Japanese language learning resources, some desk organizer stuff for my ne stationery, and... some more new stationery. I can't help it, I love it all!!

🩷 What I Ate Today -

Breakfast - small bowl of boiled frozen chicken dumplings

Lunch - Leftover homemade cheeseburger and fries

Dinner - Mac and Cheese, Quesadilla

Snacks - rest of Mac and cheese

Extra - 4 cups of coffee

It has been a struggle staying awake some days so I do tend to over indulge in my coffee. It's so yummy. I also bought a matcha set so maybe I'll learn to make my own matcha drinks now and I'll cut back on the coffee?

🩷 Personal Achievements -

Swept bedroom/bathroom

Replacd old carpets with new ones

Replaced old shower liner with new one

Replaced old fitted bed sheet with new one

Organized my desk more efficiently

Washed dishes

Dyed my hair a bit again

Did a load of laundry

Put away ALL laundry in room

Took my bedroom trash out

Studied Japanese 15 min

I got just about everything on my to do list done in my room yesterday! I am super proud of myself for getting it all done. None of it was hard or took long but I had been procrastinating it so I'm just happy it got done.

🩷 Academic Achievements -

Completed and passed NUTR Exam 1

Completed and passed Culinary Quiz Ch 6

Completed and submitted Meal Three Writing Assignment

I didn't do any note taking yesterday cause I was on a video call with my boyfriend for most of the day on my Ipad, and my ipad is how I take notes. Since I don't have much to do today, I figured it'd be a good time to take some notes, watch my lecture videos, and read some textbook chapters.

🩷 To Do List for Today -

Read Ch 11 for Personal finance class + take notes

Watch Fitness For Health and Sport online lectures + take notes

Complete my Sample Nutrition Log assignment + submit it

Study Japanese 15+ min

Clean Bathroom

Attend RD mentorship meeting

Therapy

Extra Credit Meeting + mini writing assignment

I don't want to have to do too much today because I do have three separate meetings to get done today, and I believe this meeting with my first RD mentor is going to kickstart this program for me and add more to my plate. I have a meeting with my second RD mentor next week, so my schedule is gonna get very busy.

🩷 Song of the Day - Are You Satisfied by MARINA

This is a good motivational song for me to keep me on track with all my responsibilities. I love music so much, what would I do without it?

That's all for now, lovelies! Trying to get back into a self care routine is definitely a top priority right now, so expect some of that to be sprinkled into my updates again as I start becoming more successful with implementing it!

Til next time, lovelies 🩷

[tulipe-rose]

Hello! I hope this isn’t a bad time, but could I request a short fic of Yuna and Milo? Like they’re just having some mom and daughter time :3 oooo, maybe they went to get food for Milo’s birthday since it is coming up?

If you decide to do this (please don’t if you don’t want to) you can do any au you’d like

ILY(/p) SAFFRON, BYEE! ♥️

Of course (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ Sorry for the late reply btw. I was out all day.

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Milo, my little angel.

Modern au, no ships. Biological!GiYuLo au.

Fluff.

P.s Happy birthday Milo!!

Today's the most important day of the year. Well, at least to Yuna it is.

Milo will be turning fifteen today! Yuna couldn't believe how quickly the years passed. Just yesterday Milo was a little ball of energy, waddling around adorably, being their little bundle of happiness.

They already celebrated her birthday a week in advance, since Giyuu had to travel for an exchange program between schools. Milo was already content with the celebration, but Yuna wanted to give her a few more surprises.

Yuna had a plan, but she had to wait for Milo to leave before she could execute it. Milo planned to go out with her friend group today, and Yuna was going to take advantage of that.

''Mum! I'll be heading out now! I promised to meet up with the others at the station. See you later! Love you!''

''Love you too angel! Don't be late, it's a school night!''

Yuna knew she didn't need to remind her, Milo was responsible enough to meet curfew, but she couldn't help herself. She was unable to stop herself from being extra careful. She didn't want to take any chances. The surprise must be perfect!

Yuna heard the front door close with a soft thud, before getting to work. She opened her closet, revealing the hidden gifts. She had ordered some fake roses for Milo to decorate her room with, a new flowy knee-length violet dress and a white brooch she noticed Milo eyeing at the store.

A little thing about Yuna is that she loves to spoil her daughter, like her husband. She got into the habit of buying at least two gifts for Milo on her birthday, being influenced by Giyuu's gifting habits. This year she had to compromise though, given the circumstances. She gave Milo one present during the early party, and will be gifting the rest to her tonight.

The order did arrive late, but fortunately made it in time. Yuna was relieved when it arrived last night, calming her tense nerves.

She specifically disliked ordering online due to it's unexpected timings, but she had to rely on it this time, and she's fortunate enough for it not to let her down.

She spread the gifts out on her bed, admiring her taste in gifts. Soon, she started feeling like enough time was wasted, and gathered everything to place the gifts neatly inside a box with white and lavender wrapping.

With that part of her surprise done, she went onto the next part of the plan.

Now, Yuna doesn't know what's gotten into her, but she forgot to order the snacks. She planned to enjoy a movie with some snacks tonight, but she somehow overlooked the latter, and only just noticed. She did her best to be positive, feeling like getting herself down would only waste time. She threw on a quick outfit, leaving for the nearest store.

''I need to hurry up. I still have to prep the living room, putting out comfortable pillows and warm blankets. I checked with Milo, she said she'd have lunch with her friends, so that relieves me of making proper lunch. I can just heat up some leftovers, it's high time they're eaten before they go bad'' She got her thoughts organized on her way to the store, while pulling out her shopping list, looking through things she needed.

~Timeskip to when she's back home, almost done with her to do list~

''The sun's setting already? Milo should be home anytime soon, gotta put the last touches before turning the lights off.''

Yuna wraps up any leftover work, putting the dried dishes away, and taking the roses out, and placing them on the table. She fixes herself up a bit, going in for a quick shower, safely assuming Milo wouldn't turn up for another thirty minutes at the very least.

Little did she know, Milo decided to return home early. Her mother emphasized her curfew, so she decided to turn up early just in case. She tried to give her mother a call, but there was no response, so she decided to ask her about it when she got back. Milo always kept a spare key with her, since her father insisted.

The apartment was dark and the lights were off, so Milo thought that may be her mother turned in early, or went out to buy something. She walked further in to see the kitchen illuminated, going to investigate, she found a decently sized bouquet of roses sitting on the table. Milo didn't expect to see it, but she did love roses, so she picked up one of them, taking a whiff of it's fragrant aroma. She knew they were fake, but she couldn't help but admire their beauty.

''MILO!?''

''Mum! You're here!''

Yuna didn't foresee this, but she decided to just go along with her original plan, but a little improvised.

''Happy birthday, my little angel...''

She embraced her daughter, smiling joyfully, greatful for her daughter's happiness and health. Milo returned the embrace, feeling tears welling up in her eyes, threatening to spill.

''Thank you... I'm truly grateful to have you mum!''

Sorry it's kinda late and rushed, I was out all day, and organizing my thoughts was pretty hard. I hope there aren't too many errors.

''Me too Milo, me too!'' Yuna leads Milo to the living room, which was left without lights, since Milo decided that she didn't want to turn them on only to forget them.

What meets Milo's eyes is exactly what she needed after such a long and tiring, yet fun, day.

The sofa was littered with the softest pillows they owned, and her favorite blanket, suitable for the chilly weather. Milo went over to huddle up with her mother on there, smiling giddily at how fluffy everything was.

''What's on for tonight?''

''A movie chosen by the birthday girl, and a mountain of snacks.''

''Ooo! I actually saw this one movie about demons and a main character with a tragic backstory, who's mission is to take them down to save his sister!''

''That movie's a small continuation of the series. The series is till ongoing with three seasons. I don't mind marathoning it with you though! You up for it?''

''Mhm! Definitely!''

They start the first episode, with barely ten minutes in, but Milo's already balling her eyes out.

''T-tanjiro deserved better! He's such a nice character! Why d-did this have to happen to himmm.''

Yuna, also a little moved by the tragedy, but mainly by the effects and graphics, pats her daughter's back reassuringly.

They go through the first season by midnight, and Milo starts dozing off.

''Did you have fun sweetie?''

''Yes, mum. I...-'' a yawn involuntarily interrupts her speech, which leads her to change what she intended to say. ''-should probably turn in and call it a day. The characters were all amazing, but eerily familiar. It was great though.''

''That's a relief then...''

Yuna picks up her daughter, thanking her workout while carrying her to bed, tucking her in and making sure she's comfortable. She reaches out to caress her daughter's cheek, eyes overflowing with warmth.

''No matter how old you grow up to be, you'll always be my dear daughter.''

She places a soft kiss to her forehead, brushing her soft hair off of her face, with great care and gentleness.

''Sleep tight, Milo. My little angel.''

I really hope you like it Kim. I didn't proof read this, because I wanted it to be out as soon as I finished it. Sorry if it's a bit ooc, I'm not the best at character analysis (⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠;⁠)

I'll tag @larz-barz here, because this was the only thing I was able to do for Milo special day, sorry bout that.

Thanks for requesting this Kim, I didn't know what to do for Milo's bday.

[griefabyss69]

fear of the inky blackness of night or whatever

👀👀👀

Finally! A stupid and incoherent one!!!!

I still don't even know what this one is or what the point of it is, it was definitely one of those where I just started writing with zero real ideas. However despite all of THAT, I like it a lot, it's a different Eddie voice than I usually write and maybe is closer to his canon voice than I usually do? (CWs: maybe home invasion and general fear? everything's fine I swear) rated T maybe? and it's Steddie! And it starts from the beginning of the fic

So when Eddie walks into his room, as he does, you know, like a person will just walk into the room he sleeps in, bed and dresser and guitars and all, he doesn't expect there to just be…

A fucking guy in there.

It's dim, the light from the hallway not illuminating that shit enough for him to see more than just the shadows of whoever this guy is, but maybe he doesn't need to see who it is if he judges by how fucking fast his heart rate kicks up.

He gives a brave little choked off scream and scrambles back down the hallway, grabbing his shoes on his way out the front door, not bothering to put them on as he bolts towards his van-

-And runs right into the car parked right in the way, close enough to the trailer to be an unexpected nuisance, an absolute fucking monster of a hurdle towards his safety. And now he's partially flattened over the hood of this parked car like he'd run out into a busy street, groaning at what will become bruises on his legs.

He peels himself back up to his feet and glares at the car, biting back a hiss of annoyance, not worked up enough yet to start making animal sounds about it.

The fucking car is Steve's.

Fucking Steve, and his fucking car, and parking it so fucking close to their front steps that he didn't even notice it despite it being as wide as the gravel driveway. Eddie always parks just to the side of it, and his Uncle usually parks closer to the end of it, and so Steve really should've gotten with the program and parked somewhere else.

Steve, whose car Eddie does secretly hope has no fucking dents in it, dithers at the doorway to the trailer, shifting on his feet enough to make creaky noises that get Eddie's flight response back online as he whips around, already walking backwards towards his van.

"Uh, are you okay?" Steve asks, a lost puppy frown on his face that Eddie usually can't get enough of.

Eddie gestures at him, shoes flinging around violently by their laces as he draws a line between the front door and Steve's car, making sounds of frustration that are probably super easy for Steve to decipher.

"…Right," Steve says, shrugging as he heads back into the trailer, casual, as if there wasn't a reason why Eddie ran out.

Oh God, Steve's going to run right into the shadow guy.

"Come back here!" Eddie yells, halfway up the stairs to the door before he gets cold feet. "I swear to fucking god Harrington!"

Steve just turns at his own leisure, tilting his head at him with another look of confusion that on a better day Eddie could eat right up with a fork and knife.

"When you chill out maybe you can tell me what you're upset about," he says, pulling the same shit he does with the kids, his hands propped up on his hips and everything.

Infuriating to be treated like he's fifteen and not a whole half a year older than Steve.

"Fine! Get serial murdered by the shadow guy in my room!" He yells, stomping off back down the stairs. His stomps turn into gingerly crossing the gravel under his socks pretty quickly, but he makes it to the worn grass by his van and flings the driver's side open.

He's just hauling himself up into the seat when Steve comes out, politely shutting the screen door behind himself and heading over at such a sedate pace that he wonders if he's burnt out the ability to feel fear or not.

He stops in front of Eddie, - standing in a way that looks cool and had to have been practiced at some point, nobody just stands and looks cool without even leaning on anything - and tucks his hands into his back pockets.

"Munson," he says, getting back at Eddie's last name crime with one of his own. "What did this shadow guy look like?"

Eddie squints at him, glaring at his face and his broad shoulders and the way his jeans are pulled just a little bit tighter across his hips with his hands taking up valuable real estate in the back.

"How am I supposed to know that? It was dark, he was some guy, and he was looming in the shadows of my room," he says, tossing his shoes in the passenger seat so he can cross his arms.

Steve nods, looking serious for all of three seconds before he cracks, a smile breaking out over his face.

"Well, sorry man. I didn't see him while I was looming in the shadows of your room, so I must have just missed him."

Eddie's glad he doesn't have anything in his hands anymore, or he thinks he would've thrown his shoes through Steve's face, though the bastard probably could catch them with his jock superpowers.

"Asshole," he hisses instead, pointing at him. "Why the hell were you just standing there in the dark?"

Steve shrugs, licking his bottom lip as he thinks. It should look stupid, and it totally does, the way his tongue presses into it as his lip curls back over his teeth. An awkward thing for a face to do, absolutely, and even more awkward when Steve does it.

"I was like, doing that thing. Exposure therapy," he says, rocking back and forth on his feet. So casual. "I'm trying to get used to the dark again and I didn't want to do it alone in my house."

Eddie wants to call bullshit, but it sounds both weird and smart enough for it to be a Steve original, though he knows he wouldn't have said it was a good idea if anybody else asked him.

"So you did it alone in my house instead?" He asks, grabbing his shoes. Time to go back inside, he supposes.

"Well, yeah. It's like, not haunted, probably. And you were on your way home," Steve shrugs, backing up a step as Eddie hops out of his van.

He slams the door shut a little hard just to try to get some of his adrenaline out, taking a few tries to get the key in to lock it properly, trying not to think about how he forgot to lock it the first time.

Nothing like getting the life scared out of you to remind you about the safety of your noble mechanical steed.

"Right, I guess if you really want it to, that can make sense," he says, heading back up the driveway once again. "However, you could've fucking warned a guy!"

Steve laughs as he follows behind him, something hearty and nice that helps settle Eddie's nerves a bit. He still wants to punch something or go climb a tree and hide up there for a few hours, but he tamps it down as he tosses his shoes by the front door and heads back to his room, letting Steve lock up the doors behind them.

"I could've, yeah. I just didn't think you'd get scared," Steve's saying, and Eddie wants to call him selfish for it but the problem is that Steve still thinks Eddie is brave, despite… literally everything.

"Next time just tell me," he says, starting to peel off his clothes on his way to his room. "I'm going to take a shower, go ahead and hide in the dark recesses of my lair and try not to get eaten by old socks or whatever."

Steve's laugh is a little strangled this time and Eddie hopes that he doesn't think his socks have been living on the floor for so long that they're actually sentient. He's moved recently, after all. These are new old floor socks.

He drops the contents of his pockets on the bathroom counter and keeps his boxers on to come back out, stuffing the rest of his clothes into the hamper by their new washer-dryer combo, fully aware of Steve's ability to see him in all his pasty, bitten up glory, not willing to add even more to that at the moment.

"Also think about what you want to eat for supper, and if it's like, not in the pantry, think about how you'd like to acquire it," he says, glancing back at Steve who's looking a little pink around the edges.

It's cute, in a completely different way than his lost puppy looks, and so Eddie just gets a fucking move on and gets into the bathroom before he starts blushing right back at him.

--

He should've been prepared for it, when he got out of the shower, heard absolutely nothing, and went about drying off. Humming under his breath to fill the silence as he combed his hair and put weird cream over his scars and wrapped his towel securely around his waist.

The stillness in the trailer as he opened the door, finding even more lights turned off than earlier, now just a lamp in the living room and the light over the stove top illuminating the place enough for him to see.

Things he didn't bother noticing or acknowledging until he got to his dark room and let the door creak open, revealing the shadowy figure of the same fucking guy standing in his room.

He caught himself just before he bolted again, this time for some kind of weapon instead of the front door, hands clenching around his door frame as he forced himself to speak.

"Steve?" He asks, voice barely making it past his throat.

"Hmm?" Steve replies, the shadow tilting it's head. "Oh, right."

A light flicks on and there's Steve, just standing in the middle of Eddie's room again.

"I ordered a pizza, I hope that's cool," he says, moving aside to let Eddie get to his dresser.

"Yeah, totally cool," Eddie replies absently, waiting on his heart to stop fucking pounding in his throat before he goes to get dressed. He feels Steve's gaze on him as he valiantly ignores him and the shiver that goes up his spine.

Steve turns while he gets dressed, which is kind, since it means he doesn't have to give away his nervousness and ask him to like close his eyes or something. It also lets him cycle through blushing way too hard for the situation and back down, only his ears still feeling hot as he makes sure they're covered by his hair.

"I scared you again, didn't I?" Steve asks, poking at a poster on his wall. It's a little wrinkled, salvaged from the old place, but it suits the rest of the room.

"You sure fucking did," Eddie mutters, pulling on a pair of sweatpants. "Though I don't know what I was expecting, considering you're becoming more of a freak than I am."

Steve laughs and Eddie finishes getting dressed, torn between wanting to throw something at him and wanting to tackle him onto his bed to swallow his amusement right down.

"How about we leave my blood pressure alone for the rest of the night, huh?" He asks, heading out of the room to the living room.

[lyon-amore]

The half of me Chapter 16

Chapter 15 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I decide at nightfall to write down some ideas that come to mind. I look at the guitar next to the bed, waiting for it to stroke its strings again and create some new melody. Since the last day with Daliah, I haven't picked up the instrument. I couldn't do it, I didn't have the strength and now, after meeting Jake, kiss him, I have so many ideas in my head that I feel my hands burning, sorry for not playing the guitar and being able to release those songs. At least, I try to write the melody.

As soon as I hear the ringtone, I jump for the phone, perched on the nightstand. My smile wide.    "Hi Jake." I greet, picking up the notebooks and pencils to continue writing.    "Hello love." he greets me with a voice that makes me melt.     My temperature rises and I draw a nervous line on the page.    "Jake, if you keep calling me that..."    "What will you do?"    "I..." I suppose I'm tossing and turning while I'm screaming excitedly, but I'm not going to tell him, I'm nervous enough "why...why did you call? Something new?"     He laughs knowing that he has beaten me.    "Mike got my number through a program on his computer" he begins to narrate, ", and we have been talking."    "I don't know if I like that that man has your number..."    "Neither do I" I can see him annoyed ". And much less-"     He falls silent and I wait, a little worried.    "What happened?" I ask nervously "What did he do or say?"    "Do not worry" he says finally ", is better not get you involved."    "Oh..." Okay, I understand, he must have said or done something to him, regarding him matter "Okay, I better not ask about it."    "Yes, it will be the best" he sighs and I leave the notebook on the table, lying on the bed to talk to him ". He wants to speak with you."     I blink in confusion Talk to me?    "Why?"    "He has something to tell you about Daliah."     My heart stops. Why didn't he tell me before?

I bite the inside of my cheek, annoyed. Now I can't get in touch with him.    "Can you ask him for his number to speak with him?" I ask calmly.    "Not a good idea" he replies quickly ", he is a criminal hacker, MC and he also had problems with the Rosenschwarz police" I can hear the concern in his voice ". Unfortunately, he does not want to tell me, so you are going to have to come to Evergreed."    "I'll see if I can…" I close my eyes, taking a deep breath. I wanted to go back to Evergreed for Jake, but now I was afraid to go back to find out what Mike was going to tell me.    "Something unexpected has also happened" he says in a rush ", it seems that Mike knows Seo-ah."     I sit up quickly, surprised. Why does Seo-ah know Mike? She hasn't been online all day. What if she has something to do with everything that's going on? Perhaps my arrival in the chat has put pressure on her and something happened after talking to me, perhaps she regretted it.    "For now, you should not ask Seo-ah why she knows him" I hear him say in a calm tone ", maybe that would make Mike not do the program for us and we still do not know the deal they have."    "Yeah... Maybe what you saw it didn't have to do with us."    "Exactly, maybe it was from a topic before I talked to him."     I nod. I want to think that's the way it is, that Seo-ah and Mike didn't kill Daliah. Because now, Mason is the important one in the investigation. I needed to get that evidence against him, as soon as we rule him out, then we'll investigate.    "Anyway" I sigh, lying back down again ", now it's better not to think about the investigation, it's time to relax."    "Did something important interrupt you?"    "I was composing."    "Do not strain your hand" unlike Elliot when saying it, I can feel a smile in Jake when he speaks ", I want to keep listening to more songs that you write."    "Have you listened to the files that are in Nymos?" I ask with a slight blush.    "They were with me while I ran away" I smile happy to know. He never left me, he always took me with him ". It kept me focused, even when I was working on improving Nymos, I kept hearing your voice."     I laugh and I settle more, starting to feel more tired. It's been a hard day at the store and I woke up too early this morning.

A yawn escapes me and it goes through my head that Jake probably thinks I find him boring.    "Sorry, it's not because I didn't like what you said-"    "You have had a tough day, haven't you?" I nod with my eyes closed. Jake's voice sounds like a whisper through the phone. It's perfect to be able to listen to him before going to sleep "Sleep, I do not bother you anymore."    "Can you... can you stay on the phone until I fall asleep?" I ask with a whispery voice, beginning to drift off.    "Sure" I hear a small laugh ". I can even stay the whole night if you want."     I laugh, although my laugh is very weak.

I just fell asleep. Dreaming of Jake and his voice, saying a few words to me that I hope one day he will tell me when we meet again.    "Rest MC, I love you."

    I get up early to get ready and go to my parents' house. I see that Jake is no longer on call. I understand, as much as he doesn't sleep, he's not going to spend all night staying on the phone either.

The water manages to clear me and the music plays throughout the bathroom, keeping me singing to stop being tired.    "Looks like yesterday was at least a great day for you" I hear Daliah say from the other side of the curtain ", you've managed to be a runaway's bride, congratulations."    "And I should remind you that you slept with what you hated."    "At least mine was for my own benefit."     I wonder how long I'll be talking to her, maybe when I catch her killer? Or will I never recover?    "That depends on you" she answers me, knowing that it's the product of my thoughts, she answers my questions ", you might even end up in a mental hospital for this."     I push that image out of my head, trying to calm myself down.

Jake.

Think about Jake, he keeps you on the ground.    "Are you going to think about the kiss while you shower?" Daliah laughs "You perverted!"     I get nervous and finish washing, turning off the tap. The heat on my cheeks is not a product of hot water.

Once ready, I quickly go downstairs. I walk over to my car and startle when Elliot appears next to me, placing a hand on the door.    "My God, Elliot..." I breathe calmly, placing a hand over my heart "What a scare..."    "Where are you going?" He asks me seriously "You can't drive with your hand like that."     I bite the inside of my cheek, starting to get annoyed with his overprotectiveness. Or maybe it's because little by little he starts to bother me after the kiss and I don't like that he's so aware of me, as if I owe him something. But tell that to the policeman who has to protect you.    "To my parents' house" I answered, crossing my arms ". And I can perfectly drive, I've already taken the medicine.” I answered without looking at him. It's still difficult for me to do it, it's only been a day after what happened.    "Let me drive you." He holds up his hand for me to give him the car keys.    "I don't need you to take me" I pushed him away carefully. I don't think I've ever felt more uncomfortable in my entire life ", I can do it alone and you don't have to make up for what happened either-"    "I'm not compensating for anything" he replies annoyed ". Look, I have to watch over you today and I also want to see your parents" I look at him and see that he is quite serious ". Remember I dated Daliah-"    "Yeah, I remember it every day in case you didn't know." I give him the keys and go to the passenger seat, listening to him chuckle.     Didn't he think it was a response caused by jealousy? Because for me it was more the discomfort that my sister's ex is doing everything he can to be nice to me.

As soon as he boots up, I see the spy chat jump up. Mason and Grace. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Mason Well, Seo-ah doesn't answer my calls today either

Grace I also tried to call her, but she doesn't answer

Mason What will happen to her?

Grace I wish I knew 😔 Did you want anything else?

Mason Well… Actually I wanted to talk to you about something else

Grace Alright

Mason Do you remember the last time we went to Colville?

Grace Hmm… I think it was… seven months ago? Six months? We have always filmed there for the big stages That's why I suggested it yesterday

Mason I just remembered something After the last time we were When we wanted to go again, Daliah refused

Grace Oh yeah! She almost killed us because we didn't listen to her

Mason I was thinking… And if she met her murderer there and didn't want to come back?

Grace I don't know, I went to Rosenschwarz after you So whatever happened in Colville, I have no idea

Mason Same I left at the same time as Jane and Carter, I tried to convince Seo-ah to go back to Rosenschwarz together, but she said that she would stay a little longer

Grace So maybe she knows what happened, right?

Mason Maybe? Though she was calm when we named Colville

Grace You think the murder has to do with what happened in Colville?

Mason Don't know I only know that something happened

Grace Unfortunately, Daliah never told me about it Although it is true that she was upset about the subject...

Mason And what about Ralph? When did he leave?

Grace I think he said that he wanted to shoot a couple of night scenes and that he would come home. But you know him, he's a loner I don't think he spent time with Daliah, she would give him a headache 🤭

Mason That is That maybe Seo-ah knows...

Grace Surely yes Let's wait until he comes back to ask him

Mason We might as well ask Ralph Just in case he knows something 🤔

Grace Yes, it's a good idea Then when I sees him, I ask him

Mason OK If I see him first, I'll ask him

Grace Yes, let's not forget Because he rarely answers messages He almost has it for decoration 🙄

Mason 😆 Well we'll talk

Grace See you later Mason

----Mason has disconnected---- ----Grace has disconnected---- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

   “Colville.” I whisper, after finishing reading the conversation.    “What about Colville?” I hear Elliot ask.    "Oh, it's not… Nothing." I reply, putting my phone away.     I notice Elliot's gaze resting on me for a few seconds. I covered my face with my hair, hoping that with that, it might be some kind of signal for him to stop looking at me.    "You know? Daliah loved Colville" I turn around when I hear him say those words ", I remember that she once said that when she had a little more money, before going to Hollywood, she would live there, away from this town."    "Yeah, she didn't like the people around here very much." I replied, trying to keep at least one conversation about my sister and not us.     "Well, that was normal for her" he clicks her tongue, with a laugh ", she wanted to be the center of attention, but not to be badmouthed."    "Do you think she would be able to hate going to Colville at some point in her life?"    "I don't know, can you tell me?" He gives me a quick look "You're her sister and… After we break up, it's not like we had much of a relationship" he looks at me again, stopping at the light ". But I don't think hating Colville was on her list of things that she hated, do you?"     I nod slowly, thinking about the conversation between Grace and Mason. Something must have happened then. Connected or not, I have to find out in order to rule it out.

We arrive at my parents' house and I knock on the door. With Elliot by my side. I hope they don't confuse us, I don't want them to think that we are together. Luckily, I have put on a high-necked shirt. When I have seen how the mark he made me has remained, I almost had a heart attack.    “Hello honey” My father hugs me as soon as I open the door, then he looks at Elliot and offers his hand, smiling ". Thank you for taking care of her, Elliot, we…" he sighs and lets us pass "We wouldn't know what to do without you to protect her."    "You'll always be safe with me, Mr. Gardner." He places his hand on my back as he says it.    <<I think that's not being very police...>>    "Elliot, call me Haines, we already know each other well so you don't call me sir" my father laughs and then looks at me, a little sad ". Your mother is in your old room, I told her that you would come, but..."    “It's okay.” I force a smile, even though my chest aches. My mother doesn't want to see me.     It's like a stab in the back.

They go to the dining room while I go to the kitchen to prepare coffee. I try to keep an eye on the conversation, for when I return.    "Is there anything else known about the murderer?" my father asks, with a tone between calm and aggressive at the same time.    “No, nothing” Elliot answers with a sigh “, but at least we know he's not a complete copycat."    "And why is that?" I ask, taking the coffees to the table.    "Well, if it was" Elliot picks up his glass and looks at me "then Daliah would have to have water in her lungs, Krebs was suffocating-" he stopped for a moment, not knowing whether or not to continue what he was saying. My father nods and he continues "He suffocated his victims in the lake, but there didn't seem to be any indication of that."    "It can't be." I whisper, remembering my dream. But perhaps it wasn't a vision of what he was seeing, but rather the fear that Daliah felt in those times when he thought about those events from the past.    "Why can't it be?" Elliot asks me, frowning.    "I-"     There is a knock at the door and I am relieved a little. I have an excuse to get up.    "I'll open it." I get up from the chair, going to the entrance.

I open the door and meet the postman.    "A package for" he reads the name and looks at me "MC Gardner."     I blanch when I hear my name. I no longer receive any packages to this address. I reach out and he gives it to me, saying goodbye. I move the box and hear something move inside it. When I open it, I see that it is a video camera. I detach the screen and turn it on.    "What is this?" I enter the saved videos folder, there is only one video "Sleeping Beauty." I read in the title.     I put the video and all I see is that everything is dark. The person who is recording does not speak, just walks. There is a small cut and I can see that it focuses on Mount Lake. My breath hitches. Impossible not to recognize it. Then focus on something. Or rather… Someone. I can see Daliah with her eyes closed. My breath hitches when there's a cut that says 'So beautiful even asleep'. On her neck I see red marks, like she's been suffocated, just like Elliot said. The killer runs a hand over my sister's face, of course, he's wearing gloves. And like something out of a horror movie, Daliah's eyes widen, scared. I scream, throwing the camera to the ground and me next, my legs are shaking.    “What's wrong?!” I hear my dad say, along with his and Elliot's footsteps.    "MC?" Elliot crouches down next to me and grabs me by the shoulders "What's up?"    “T-the video…” I try to say, pointing at the camera.    “Help her up.” he says to my father as he approaches the camera “A rag! Something to grab it!"    "Right now" my father hugs me against him, pulling me into the house ". Go to the sofa and sit down, right now I'm coming."     I nod shaking, starting to cry.

I stay on the sofa, listening to how a police car has approached our house I'm hugging myself on the couch, still not believing what I've seen. It was Daliah, but was she alive? Or was it something they had done to scare me?    "MC" I hear Elliot call my name and I look up ", remember the postman?"    "Yes, he's the one who always makes the route through this urbanization" I answered slowly, wiping my tears away ", that's why I was surprised that he brought the package for me... "     Elliot squats down next to me, looking into my eyes.    "The forensics just checked to see if there are any other prints on the camera, but-"    "There are only mine." I reply, already knowing the answer.    "Yes." He taps on the couch, not knowing what to say to me ". Right now they have taken to the laboratory to examine the video carefully, perhaps there is a cut in which something can be seen that points us to the murderer."     I take a deep breath, feeling pain in my chest. I wanted to have a quiet day, a day with my parents. But in the end, it has turned into a nightmare.    "Agent Bloomgate." I hear one of the cops call out to him.    "I'm coming now." he looks at me worriedly before getting up.     I pay attention to the conversation, as much as they speak softly, I can hear them.    "We have questioned the postman" the policeman says calmly ", apparently, it wasn't when he was a block from here that he realized the box was there, before there wasn't one."    "Someone must have put it in during a cast." I hear Elliot say annoyed.     I hug myself tighter, scared. I hear footsteps and Elliot returns, again crouching down.    "Who knew you were going to be here?"    “Daliah's friends and-” I stop. Jake. Jake knew it. I can't say his name. I take a deep breath, biting my tongue ". My parents and you."    "I'll have them questioned, then."     I nod and he takes my hand, caressing it. I see that he is really worried about me. And at least I appreciate that.    "Haines!" I hear my mother scream nervously "The police! MC! Has something happened to her?!"     I get up quickly from the sofa, listening to how he asks for me.

She tugs at my father's shirt, who calmly tries to explain that I'm fine. I walk up to her and place my hand on her shoulder.    "Mom-"    "MC!" She hugs me tightly, crying "I thought I had lost you too! I thought I had lost another daughter!"     I swallow hard, returning her hug.    "I'm fine, mom…" I tell her, trying to reassure her "I'm fine."     I see Elliot talking to my father, while I try to calm my mother down. Elliot looks at me a little surreptitiously, surely he's thinking that he hasn't been able to protect me from this. I don't think anyone would have been able to protect me from this.

I have stayed with my mother in our old room, she is sleeping in Daliah's bed, hugging one of her stuffed animals when she was a child. I smile when I see her and take out my phone, I would like to tell my friends what just happened. I feel like it's been forever since I've talked to them. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

MC Well, the murderer has made an appearance again.

----Dan has connected---- ----Jessy has connected---- ----Thomas has connected---- ----Lilly has connected---- ----Cleo has connected---- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I am surprised to see how quickly they have connected. I missed them… ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Dan Has he killed someone else?

Lilly What happened?

Jessy Please MC! Tell us he hasn't done anything to you!

Thomas But they have caught him?

Cleo He has attacked you?

MC Ok everyone please calm down I received a video of ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I send it to them without having finished it. The image of Daliah dead again is in my head. The tears begin to fall again. I can't control them. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Lilly With what? What was in that video?

Dan Wasn't Hackerman helping you in the investigation? How come you got a video of the killer? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The chat begins to crash, behaving like the time Jake interrupted the vote. I read how Jessy writes a 'Not again' and Thomas 'What's going on?'.

The next thing that happens is that the entire chat has changed. In the background, I can see Nymos's eye, but it's not just that. The eye blinks, as if he is observing. He moves his eye to all sides, observing. I wave my hand in front of the camera and he looks straight ahead, blinking, then looking like he's happy, forming an upward curving white line. Is Jake watching me? What was that thing called now that it was in fashion? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

----Nym-0s has connected----

Nym-0s Because she has not received it by message.

MC Jake! What have you done?

Nym-0s I have moved this chat to the Nymos program. No one will be able to read us. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I calm down reading his words. At least he is safe. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Dan I don't know whether to say that I'm glad to see you or that I want to punch you for having done it will suffer MC

Nym-0s I would not mind getting punched, I know I deserve it for worrying her. But at least I am grateful to you for taking care of her for me :)

Dan It's the least we could do for her after all the effort she put into looking for Hannah As long as you don't get her in trouble this time.

Nym-0s I will make sure it does not happen.

Thomas That's possible? Hide this chat?

Nym-0s I have improved a program that I use to talk to MC. We are safe from being investigated.

Jessy Hi Jake, welcome back 🙂

Nym-0s Thank you Jessica.

Jessy 😒

Cleo So… As MC told us, you are helping her by investigating her sister's murder

Nym-0s Exactly. But we are just starting, we have little information.

MC Well not exactly

Nym-0s Right, Mason and Grace's chat.

MC 😔 According to Elliot, Daliah always wanted to move to Colville, he told her once But suddenly hating it...

Lilly It means something happened, right?

MC What, we don't know…

Dan And what about the video that you have seen? What a little liar has sent it

Cleo Little liar? 😐

Thomas What?

Dan Jessy is forcing me to watch the series, don't ask anymore

Jessy 🤭

MC It was a video camera with an edited file on it And Daliah… ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I stop for a second, trying to get some air to calm down. No one rushes me to write, they calmly wait for me to continue. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

MC In the video she was dead, near Lake Mount... The one who was recording caressed her face...

Lilly That's crazy…

Thomas Unbelievable that they sent you something like that

Dan As soon as you know who the murderer is, let me know that I'll take care of him 💪

Nym-0s Did you manage to see anything striking in the video?

MC No, there was nothing... But they had modified the video with special effects, to make it look like she was watching me It was so real...

Nym-0s How is it that the policeman who was watching you did not notice anything strange?

MC Elliot went in with me to talk to my father about the case And I heard that the postman noticed that the box was in the basket one block before arriving

Nym-0s Elliot was with you?

Lilly 😶

MC Yes, but only because I wanted to go in to talk to my father, not for anything else

Jessy Hmm…. So, whoever sent it must have knowledge of making videos

MC Which means, again it has to be one of Daliah's mates.

Lilly And what more do you know?

Nym-0s Daliah was blackmailing a colleague of hers to gain easy access to show business.

Thomas What?!

Cleo Daliah blackmailing?! 😱

Dan Are you surprised? The girl had character

Jessy But even so…

Dan But was the situation very strong?

Nym-0s This guy was stealing other people's projects and modifying them.

MC And if it was him? If he knew how to modify projects, perhaps he knows if he has been able to make a montage with that video

Nym-0s It is surely probably that he can do it. But are you okay? Sorry for taking so long to ask, I have focused on details.

MC No problem I'm fine A little affected

Dan I still think you better come to Duskwood At least to be away from Rosenschwarz

Nym-0s It would be risky for the killer to chase her. If we are still not sure who he is and he can go wherever he wants without any problems, it would be dangerous for her to follow to Duskwood.

MC And that if the police would let me go...

Jessy Hmm… Is there anything else we should know?

MC Hmm… I don't think so… That's all the information I have...

Nym-0s Good, then I will continue decrypting Daliah's journal. Be careful MC.

MC I will have it

----Nym-0s has disconnected---- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

When Jake logs out, the chat returns to normal. I'm going to miss that eye following the conversations when someone wrote or when I wrote, it was adorable. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Thomas Will it do that every time it connects?

Jessy I thought it was fun 🤭 

Dan Well, I have to admit it, Hackerman knows how to make spectacular entrances

Cleo MC, let us know when you know more news We want to support you where we can

MC Thank you Cleo We'll talk soon 😄

----Cleo has disconnected----

Jessy Take care MC 🥺

MC I will!

----Jessy has disconnected----

Dan Make sure that the police are close to you or I will have to go with a gun

MC Haha, sure 😆

----Dan has disconnected----

Lilly Good luck to you and Jake 😄

MC Thank you very much Lilly! 🤗

----Lilly has disconnected---- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I put the phone on the table and lie down, keeping my eyes on my mother. It's still too early to be sleepy, so I just keep an eye on her to see if she's okay or if when she wakes up, she needs something.

We need to know something else that happened between Mason and Daliah. His motive… There was too much evidence against Mason, evidence that could undermine his image.

I hear the notification sound and pick up my phone. I smiled reading his words. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

----Nym-0s has connected----

Nym-0s I am glad they took care of you all this time :) I know I could count on them if I needed help. And I am also glad the killer did not do something to you. You are too important to me to lose you now.

----Nym-0s has disconnected---- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

A small laugh escapes me and my fear disappears.

It may be far away, but I feel great when it calms me down.

But now I remember...

After this how am I going to be able to escape to Evergreed to go see him and meet Mike?

*Jake POV*

What had been risky appearing into the group of Hannah's friends again? It could be so, but reading MC had me worried that something terrible had happened.

Bloomgate… What was he thinking of not doing his job well? He should be watching her, not be at her parents' house like-

I run my hands over my face, trying to calm myself. His parents already knew him because he was Daliah's boyfriend, so who am I to get angry in the situation? He can come into they house if he's invited, but I don't know if what he's doing is to gain confidence again that he's the perfect son-in-law that he's always been. Because I doubt very much that any father wanted for his daughter that her boyfriend was being wanted by the government.    "As long as he do not bother her to do anything she does not want to." I whisper to myself, trying to get back to work after this pause.

    Well, it is more than clear that is someone from the film academy from what MC has said about the Daliah video and that something happened in Colville that could be connected to what she has been hiding for so long.

I am starting to get hungry...

I take a couple of coins and get out of bed, ready to go out to eat something. I left the computers with the screen down, in case they might make a sound and alert someone. I put on the hood and the mask and leave the room, looking at my phone in case of an alert that someone is following me. I sigh allied to see that everything is quiet. I wonder how long it will last that I can be in Evergreed without anyone alerting me to my presence.

Decided to go to the Korean restaurant I ran into upon arrival, it did not seem like it looked bad.

When I arrive, I sit at a table in the back, away from the people and the windows. The guy Mike was talking to yesterday comes over to the table, with a little notebook to serve me.    "Good morning" he greets and I notice like yesterday that his voice is quite fine. How can I describe it? It is not strong or severe enough. And now that I look closer, his face is familiar to me. I think I've seen it somewhere. He doesn't seem very tall either, I'd say average height " What do you want to order?"    "Japchae." I say without looking at the letter.    "Anything else?"    "No." I keep him from realizing that I am analyzing him.    "Okay, now we bring you the order."     He walks away and the phone falls off.    "Wait, you dropped your phone." A call rings and I accidentally see Grace's name on it.     The boy turns around and grabs it quickly.    “Thank you."    "One question" I stop him and he looks at me "do you know a girl named Seo-ah?" I see how his expression changes to one more scared? "A friend of hers is worried about her, he told me that she is from here-"    "She is my sister" he answers quickly ". She's busy right now fixing the script, that's why she doesn't answer your friend."    "Okay, I will let her know."    "Well, we'll bring your order then..." he leaves nervously and I keep looking at him.     Mike was talking to him, Seo-ah has not been online since yesterday and not today, according to Grace and Mason's chat. I think Seo-ah must know more than we think, but if I ask her brother, I will raise suspicions about me and she will want to know who I really am.

On the way back to the hostel, I pass in front of a clothing store. In a shop window, I notice a black mask, with a butterfly made of small diamonds, clearly, they are fake. MC appears in my mind, thinking that it would surely suit her. I put my hand in my pocket, taking out the coins that I still have from the ones I had taken to go out to eat. I have just what I need to buy it… Maybe with this shet could come? If she is also camouflaged from her face, no one would recognize her... I smile under the mask.

I finally arrive at the hostel after a big meal. Well… Not that big, it is just that for the rest of the months, I cannot afford to go to another restaurant. I do not usually spend a lot since I ran away from home, I had to get my body used to eating the minimum if I want to continue having money. I had to take all my money out of the bank so I would not have to pay anything with a credit card. And we better not talk about how to make money. Little jobs where I fix electronics, after receiving money, I disappear forever. Along with all my false documentation. All of that was until last year, where I could not accept small jobs anymore because of Lilly's video, I could not risk showing myself, even if there were not any photos of me, I felt persecuted. And after the FBI thing… I have not been able to spend much money, everything I have, I spend it knowing that I do not know when I will be able to get something to do. And I do not know if Evergreed would give me something not illegal to avoid attracting attention.

I open the screens and see that it has decrypted another file. Another conversation between Mason and Daliah.    "Well, well..." I murmur, without taking my eyes off the screen "This is putting together quite a few pieces of the puzzle" I then take a screenshot of the conversation with Mike ". It's your turn to act, Detective MC Gardner.” I tell myself with a laugh. I know she'll get him to talk, like she did with Jane.

Chapter 17

[sleepyowlwrites]

Sleepy. My brain won't shut up

It won't shut up because:

It needs stimulation, it needs to be processing some sensation. Listen to something or run your hands over something and talk to yourself.

Golly tumblr just jumpscared me

It has incomplete thoughts, it needs to finish processing. Go back over stuff you were thinking about earlier.

It's running a program. Watch a brain movie in your head while it finishes updating.

You're anxious! About nothing, maybe, but the sprinkler systems are on. Read a book or do an activity while it puts out an imaginary fire.

Chew on something, preferably gum or a chewable object.

Put your pillow on the foot of your bed and put your head down there too. Sleep with an extra blanket on top of your regular one. This can be helpful.

Go ahead and mess around online. Go through a tumblr tag for a favorite character or watch Daniel Thrasher on yt.

You're okay

[minhavn]

𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 《 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏 𝐈𝐕 》

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : not proofread (as usual)

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩 : after being led to an apartment and joined a group chat with people you have never met before, you're forced to help them to arrange a party.

can you solve the mystery behind it and get your normal life back? or will you get lost in this endless maze of lies?

𝐚/𝐧 : my apology and proof that im not a gyu slander 💀 anyway, asks for mm!charas are open so feel free to send em some asks ^^ 🤍

Looking at the blaring red '2:24 AM', Beomgyu couldn't help but sigh at it; feeling slightly frustrated because he been busy with his works and unable to check the chatroom for hours. "Has she eaten yet? It'll be impossible for her to eat properly when she got locked in there," he sighed, drumming his thumb against his red-yellow customised Razer mouse before brushing his bangs away from covering his eyes. He sent a message to his boss, reporting about his completed tasks and standing up from his gaming chair to go to his bed; enjoying the unfamiliar feeling despite having it for years already.

Bzzt, Bzzt, Bzzt...

If it wasn't for his phone, Beomgyu would have thought that an intruder has infiltrated his place. Groaning slightly, he just realised that he fell asleep while waiting for you to reply his messages; tucking his knees under his chin like a child while staring at the left on read messages. "What's she doing right now," he muttered under his breath, clicking on the security program he developed for Rika's apartment; feeling disgusted at himself for not respecting your privacy and taking advantages by using the system to spy on you.

"Ah, she looks so pretty," he gasped, watching your sleeping figure curled up under the white cover like a kitten. Without realising it, he rested his cheek against his fist and let out a sigh of relief; knowing how hard had it been for you as the new member. "I should check on her then continue my work," he shook his head slightly, tossing his phone away after sending you some messages before finding himself seated on his plushie chair; promising himself that he would get all of them finished in two days so that he could text you more; and maybe, if he was lucky enough, you would pick his call up in a heartbeat without any hesitation.

Or so he thought.

Finding his messages were still left on read and three missed calls—he wondered if you were actually busy or blatantly ignoring him like what you did in the chatroom last night as hands gripped the armrests tightly with no mercy. He wanted to ask why you ignored him, but it might be because you were simply idle when he was busy working his ass off; wishing he was on Hueningkai's shoes when he saw the most recent message in the chatroom.

Fast forward and it was already afternoon, yet you still hadn't replied him. He wondered if you talked to others privately cause of the displayed online status. "Whatever," he threw his head to the back, flinching slightly when his hair got caught between his eyelids, "this is the worst day ever," he groaned, dragging his body to the couch before taking a bag of his favourite crisps and can of soda from his fridge, plopping his body into the lime green beanbag and turning on the TV to distract his mind from you.

"Man, this sucks." He looked at the pile of empty bags and ton of soda cans, getting up from the couch to wash his face and hands before cleaning up the mess he created hours ago; making sure there was no spot left behind and going inside a small closet to take a mini vacuum cleaner, staring at the white coffee table before cleaning it up for the third time.

Beomgyu knew both of you were strangers and that it was impossible for you to get attached with someone in two days, especially when there was no physical contacts and all interactions were only done in the chatroom; where he got ignored by you most of time.

He's been thinking if you have any reason why you did that. After all, you were a clever one; at least, based on the background check that he done when you entered the chatroom. "No, it's impossible even for her," he pondered, clicking on one of your photos that taken two years ago. He wouldn't lie about how you looked so ethereal under the plum trees when you were visiting Japan; pulling the scarf into your face as he found how red the tip of your nose and ears were. "So cute," he placed his hand over the screen, running his fingers along your figure while seizing your younger self inside his mind.

He was almost in trance if it wasn't for the pop up notification from his higher up, asking him to disguise and infiltrate a renowned company in Incheon. "Why these oldies always chose the worst timing," he grumbled before sending a reply with some keyboard smash at the end, hitting the enter button with a smile before preparing himself for the upcoming mission and sending you a prior notice about it.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 : @ghostfacefricker6969 @flrtsbin @bergandysam @cherrybeomgyu @wccycc @feline4txt

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[agrislystory]

Mistakes

Ashley awkwardly stood near the living room, listening to her her family spend time together without her, discussing Mark's newest scholarship. She'd always resented him for being the smart one, for being the favorite child. She was older but he was the favorite from the moment he was born.

Ashley had never felt like she fit in with her family, she'd even started dying her hair so she wouldn't even look like them either. Both of her parents were incredibly smart, at the top of their careers, alumni. They'd had her later in life, to ensure that they could provide the best life for their children. Mark took after them, always getting straight A's, he was even popular in school. Ashley, though, had never been particularly good at anything. She tried her best but realized years ago that she'd never be as smart or funny or charismatic as her baby brother.

Ashley sighed and retreated to her room, she couldn't deal with answering more questions from her parents about her grades.

Alone in her room, Ashley flopped on her bed, pulling her diary out from under the mattress.

"Dear diary,

I can't keep my secret for much longer. I'm such a disappointment to everyone around me, why do I even bother? I couldn't do this one thing right. I don't know how mom is going to react when I finally work up the nerve to tell her. I bet Mark will have a stupid, smug look on his face when he hears. I think I'm dreading that the most confirming that he really is the perfect child and I'm the fuck up. Of course he's right, he's always right. Just once I wish I could do something right."

Closing her diary, Ashley stood up and went over to her computer. Maybe Calvin is online to talk to, something to keep her mind off of everything.

A soft knock on the door interrupted Ashley's thoughts.

"Honey, dinner is ready." Ashley's mom stood in the doorway, unsure if she should enter. Jasmine knew her daughter valued her privacy and always tried to respect that.

"Okay, mom." Ashley stood up, heading to the door. At the table, Mark was going on and on about some project he was working on for school while their father listening intently. Ashley wasn't sure the last time dad had taken any interest in her and she felt a sudden pang of jealousy.

"So, Ashley, anything new and exciting going on with you?" Dad asked, turning to her.

Ashley slumped a little in her chair, "No, not really."

"Nothing at all?" Mom took another bite of her salmon and seemed to stare right into Ashley's soul. Did she know?

"Well, Mr. Wells told me about this new cooking program at school that I was maybe sort of thinking of joining." Ashley mumbled, picking at her food.

"Oh that's wonderful, sweetie! You always were such a good cook. I have no idea where you got that from, me and your dad ate ramen every day until you kids were born." Mom chuckled a little, looking over at dad, lost in memories probably.

The rest of the night was filled with Ashley's parents asking her all about the cooking program and she started to regret mentioning it at all.

__________________

On the bus home the next day, nausea hit Ashley like a ton of bricks. The moment she stepped off the bus, she booked it straight for the bathroom. As everything she'd ever eaten vacated her body, a voice came from the other side. Of course it was him.

"Are you okay, Ash?" Concern oozed from every word in a way that irritated Ashley to no end.

"I'm FINE, I ate something bad, leave me alone!" Ashley screamed at him, praying he'd go away and not tell mom.

Sitting back on her heels, it finally hit her all at once what this was her new reality and that she needed to at least tell Calvin, her long time boyfriend, and......the father of her baby. Her hands trembled as she pulled her phone from her pocket and dialed his number.

"Hey, um, could you come over? It's really important."

It was barely half an hour later that Calvin was standing in her room and Ashley debated on how to tell him. They're both only 15! And now she's pregnant! Their lives were ruined! Despair started to overwhelm her, but a soft touch from Calvin pulled her back down.

"Hey, what's going on, babe?" he asked. "You look really nervous."

Ashley took a deep breathe and just blurted it out, "I'm pregnant. There. I said it. I'm pregnant. Obviously it's yours."

Calvin stood there for a second, a dumbfounded look on his face. He wasn't sure how to respond. A baby? But he was only a sophmore in high school! How could they be having a baby?

"Calvin? Are you going to say anything?" Ashley fiddled with her shirt, waiting for him to say something, anything.

Abruptly Ashley was pulled into a tight embrace, Calvin nearly smothering her with his body.

"Don't worry, everything is going to be okay, babe." He pulled back to look her in the eye, "It's going to be okay," he repeated. Ashley started to cry and he pulled her in for another hug.

"Do your parents know?" he asked.

"No, I- I didn't want to tell them by myself." Ashley wiped her eyes. She didn't want to be alone to face her mother's wrath.

"We can tell them together." Calvin smiled, his nose crinkling in the cute little way that it does, and she felt better, more confident knowing that he'd be by her side.

A little while later, after talking it through with Calvin, they were finally ready to break the news to her parents.

Ashley gathered her parents in the living room, putting a smile on her face, and an arm around Calvin, the feeling of him next to her giving her the strength she needed to do this.

"Mom, dad. We have something to tell you. Please don't get too made, okay?" Ashley looked up at them nervously.

"Sweetheart? Is everything alright? What's this about?" her mom asked, worry in her voice.

"I, um. Well, I'm pregnant." Ashley leaned back, hoping to make herself feel smaller.

Her parents stood there for awhile, many different emotions flashing across their faces. Anger, sadness, shock, worry. Her mother's face settled on anger and her father's on worry.

"You're what?!" her mother shouted, and Ashley knew the onslaught was about to begin.

Ashley wasn't sure how long her parents argued but they weren't yelling at....her? They'd started arguing back and forth with each some time ago, yelling about how they could have let this happen, that she was only 15, didn't they teach her about sex ed? None of their anger was taken out on her, and that hurt Ashley more than she ever could have thought. She stood there helplessly while her parents fought, and she couldn't help but cry the entire time. Calvin stood by her side, but he hadn't said anything in a long time either.

Ashley had been prepared to listen to her parents shout at her for hours, but she wasn't prepared for the immense guilt and shame she was feeling now that they were fighting each other, and not her.

What felt like days later, they finally stopped.

"Calvin, you should go home," Jasmine looked at the teen boy, "we need figure this out."

Calvin, feeling awkward, gave a final look at Ashley, squeezed her hand, and silently slipped out of the house.

"Ashley, go to your room. Your father and I need to discuss what to do next." Ashley didn't question her mother, and just as silently as Calvin, went back to her room. She tried not to hear her parents continue whisper arguing from the next room.

Some time later, Mark came in to tell her dinner was ready.

Dinner was quiet that night. No one said anything, barely even looking up from their plates. The silence was too much for Ashley, and she couldn't stop the tears. No one said anything to her as she sobbed silently over her plate.

It was a few days later that Ashley found herself at the park with Calvin, dreaming of a future they may never have. As she gazed up at him watching the stars, she asked "Do you think we'll be okay? Like, actually?" She laced her fingers between his as she spoke, just enjoying the cool air. Summer was finally at an end and the cool, crisp air of autumn was finally here.

"Yeah, I think we will be," Calvin finally replied, tightening his fingers around hers, "I'll get a job and we'll find a place just for us and the baby. Who cares what your parents say, we have each other."

"What about your parents?" she ask. She realized that she'd never met them before, even after all this time. He'd never even talked about them.

"I don't have any," a heavy sigh came from him as he spoke, this was clearly a difficult topic for him, "they died when I was a baby. I live in a foster home right now, but they don't really care about me. Hell, they don't even notice when I'm gone."

Sitting up, Ashley moved to cuddle closer to him, "Sorry, I didn't know."

"It's okay, I never talk about it." Calvin laughed for a moment before saying, "You know, maybe if I did have parents, we wouldn't be in this situation in the first place."

"I have parents and I'm still ended up this way," Ashley said, elbowing his gently in the side.

They sat there for awhile in silence, enjoying the cool breeze. At first, Ashley was content just to sit in the comfortable silence, but her thoughts soon turned to her situation and the tears started coming.

"Ashley, what's wrong?" Calvin asked. He put an arm around her in an attempt to comfort her.

"I can't do this! I can't raise a baby, I'm only 15!" she cried harder then, full on sobbing. Calvin attempted to console her, but she wouldn't stop crying.

"Calvin, my parents want me to get rid of the baby. I'm starting to think they're right. We aren't ready to be parents! I can't even remember to do my homework most of the time!"

Calvin held Ashley's hand, "We can do this, I know it. I want to have this baby with you, Ash, I want us to have the family I never did."

Ashley looked at Calvin, surprised he wanted the baby so much. It made sense, though, that he'd want to try to have his own family, if he'd never had one before.

"Do you really think we can raise a baby? My parents said they don't want me to have it. I don't know where we'd go if they kicked me out!"

As she was speaking, Ashley noticed a man approaching them. She'd seen him around town before, but couldn't remember his name.

"I couldn't help but overhear your conversation, and I thought maybe I could help? My name is Joe." The man offered his hand.

"Ashley, and this is Calvin. Sorry, I didn't think anyone else was here." How embarrassing, this random stranger heard everything they were saying this entire time.

Calvin turned to the man, "You want to help us? How?" A stranger offering the solution to their problems sounded too good to be true, but what other choice did they have?

"I got this old trailer I'm haven't used since I moved in with my girlfriend, and got no real need for it anymore. It saw some real hard times and I didn't want to get rid of it. So it's just been sitting there for years," Joe pointed in a direction leading away from town, were few people lived, "I'd be happy to give it to you, if you'd be willing to work for me."

"Work for you? Doing what?" Calvin asked.

"Odds 'n ends, mostly. Errands. I just need someone to do some annoying tasks I don't have much time for. It's not exciting work or nothin, but I'll pay enough to cover your bills." Joe seemed genuine about the offer, though Calvin still wasn't sure what the actual work would be. Maybe a sort of personal assistant? Maybe Joe owned some kind of business.

"Can we have some time to think about it?" Ashley asked. She didn't want to make any rash decisions, that's how she got in this situation in the first place.

"Of course! It's an open offer, here's my number," Joe handed her a card, "Call me any time. It could be tomorrow, next week, or a year from now. Unless I do decide to sell the place, anyway," Joe chuckled to himself, "But don't worry, I probably won't!" he added quickly.

A few days later, Ashley sat on her bed, looking around her bedroom. She'd lived her entire life in this house, in this bedroom. Memories flooded Ashley's mind, hitting her so hard that she almost changed her mind. Playing dolls in the corner with her mom, her dad helping her with her homework at the desk, her annoying brother barging in at all hours without knocking.

Ashley sighed, she had to do this. She wanted this baby, she wanted to be with Calvin. She didn't even think her parents would notice that she was gone, in fact, they'd probably be happy that she wasn't around to screw things up anymore.

There was a knock at her door, her parents walking into her room with stern looks on their faces.

"Ashley, we've booked a doctor's appointment for you, tomorrow morning. We're going to figure out what to do from there. They'll just run a few tests, check on the health of you and the baby." Ashley's mom put her hands on her hips and looked at her pointedly. Her dad didn't say anything, just looked at her with a disapproving look.

"What if I want to keep the baby?" Ashley asked. She already knew the answer.

"Like I said, we'll figure it out tomorrow, as a family." Ashley knew this meant that her parents would decide for her, and they'd decide to make her get rid of the baby. Ashley didn't want that. She knew what she had to do.

"Okay, mom." She decided to placate them, knowing that tomorrow morning, they'd open her door to find an empty bed.

"Goodnight, sweetie. We want you to know that we love you very much, and only want what's best for you." Her mom turned and gently shut the bedroom door. As soon as Ashley heard the click, she sprang up.

Ashley rummaged around her dresser to find the key she'd hidden there days ago. Finding it, she texted Calvin that she was ready to go, just give her a few hours for her parents to fall asleep.

Those few hours were agonizing for Ashley. She was convinced that her parents had already found out and would storm into her room at any second. But they never did, 3am rolled around without incident. Ashley listened for a moment, and hearing no sounds coming from anywhere in the house, she silently opened her door, tip toed through the living room, and walked out the front door.

Just outside, Pawson was there waiting for her.

"You are such a good boy, Pawson, I'm going to miss you so much." A few tears escaped as Ashley pet him, hugging him one last time. She'd grown up with him by her side and now she was leaving him without much fanfare. She didn't even know if she'd ever see him again.

Ashley stood up, telling herself that she had to go. She looked back at the house she'd grown up in, at the dog she'd loved her whole life, and put one foot in front of the other, leaving it all behind.

Joe dropped Ashley off at her new home and saw Calvin waiting for her near the door. She rushed out of the car and ran towards him before leaping into his arms.

This was the start of their new life together, away from her parents. 15, pregnant, and on their own, would they make it?

And what was this job Joe needed them to do?

[whatthefuckisasweep]

Weirdly Specific Artist Ask game: 1, 5, 10, 15, 20, 25!

OMG loredsireno out here literally with 6 ASKS !!! coy!!! !! ! ! thank you so much omg

1. Art programs you have but don't use

actually not anything because i almost ran out of space on my computer so i had to delete a lot of old programs! but beforehand, it was FireAlpaca. i started with that but then i upgraded to CSP and that's what i use now ! ! ! : D

5. Estimate of how much of your art you post online vs. the art you keep for yourself

i basically post everything that i draw because what motivates me to draw is usually sharing that art with my friends and a heavy love for media !!! if i dont post it, i just send it to my friends directly usually because its a more personal thing and I LOVE doing that too :3 and that happens every like. once in a while

10. Favorite piece of clothing to draw

idk if this counts but i love drawing GLASSES like . ESP glasses when they are ASKEW that shit makes me insane . i dont know why. its just fun and every time i add glasses on a character it makes them look more like them <33

15. *Where* do you draw (don't drop your ip address this just means do you doodle at a park or smth)

at my desk usually, but sometimes ill do it in my bed. this is generally horrible for my posture and back<//3 but its so comfy<//3

20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy

UH uh uh hu... idk i feel like im not really good at the hard ones. like i cant do hands or legs or feed or shoes. so im going to maybe go with eyes??? even though i feel like a lot of people find eyes to be easier

25. Something your art has been compared to that you were NOT inspired by

Answered here! ^_^

ask game here