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“No Nut November” Pt.3
| Repost: 01.09.23 | 1.4K | Mature |
NRC 3rd Years X GN!Reader
| Sexual Themes | Masturbation | Flirting | Sorta Creepy | Voice Kink | Phone Masturbation(One-sided) | Etc. | Proceed with Caution, Dearest. |
Earl’s Notes: A special thanks, to those who have reposted and shared as such with me<3
♡ TREY CLOVER ♡
LOSER #ONE
Let me preface all this with those who lost, lost most definitely on purpose, except for Cater and Idia. Trey’s losing. That’s his first thought when Ace and Deuce ramble about it to him and knows he’ll lose if you’re anywhere near him. If you just don’t ever acknowledge his existence, he’s automatically winning. But you don’t, 'cause he’s got baked goods that you like and they're free. Ain’t no way you're avoiding him. Trey also doesn’t take NNN super seriously, so it’s okay if he loses. I also have this slight thing that Trey already loves when people eat his deserts, but with you, it turns him alil on, not in a creepy way, but ya know. He’s turning the other way if you get any sorta food stuck on your lips, or face.
Ngl, he probably daydreamed about this exact scenario, as much as he hates to admit. He just learned a new recipe for your favorite dessert, deciding to add a Lil whipped cream. He was so proud of himself, as he texted you about it, and you, being a loyal friend without hesitation, pull up. You and whip cream, we know what this leads to. You, silly Lil, you end up with whipped cream on your face. Trey, without skipping a beat, imagines it as his cu—he has to excuse himself. Moving to his room to jack one-off. He’s extremely guilty after.
“I’m glad you like the dessert. I made it with you in mind.”
♡ CATER DIAMOND ♡
LOSER #TWO
Stood not a chance. Wasn’t even gonna try. He’s such a horn dog. It’s almost embarrassing at this point. 90% of the time, you're responsible for his third boner of the day. Because Cater is such a social phone person, he has multiple pictures and most definitely trades with Ruggie. He just has the most innocent to the most scandalous (as in you sleeping at Heartslabyul, don’t be weird) Like he has access to you, or your pictures 24/7, a recipe for disaster.
So, as always, it’s a nightly ritual at this point. Laying on his back, his roommates are far into dreamland. It’s late as his eyes gradually run along the phone screen, slowly pumping his dick. Your name is a silent cry on his lips. He’s shamelessly losing and doesn’t give a damn.
“[Nickname]! You are simply the cutest, letting me take a pic!”
♡ LEONA KINGSCHOLAR ♡
LOSER #THREE
Not only is it a chore to participate, but also a chore to actually do the deed. As well as Ruggie sending photo after photo of you, being you. Which has the lion beastman slightly interested, but far too damn lazy. Leona is lasting till the end of the month, simply because he doesn’t get horny, like could go weeks without masturbation. So it really is a ‘if he feels like it’ situation. Like if he needs to cum, he’s going to. Not some imaginary competition is stopping him. Though Leona attempts the competition for about 5 minutes before he’s bored with it.
He definitely forgets for the later weeks of November, till one compromising moment. Not even something inherently sexual, you had massages his ears, something that only lovers would do. Most definitely tried to ignore the boner that tightened his boxers as he tried to sleep, tossing in turning. He finally settles with a growl, nearly shoving his hands into his underwear. (Though I’m personally a firm believer Leona would never wear clothes to bed, you and Ruggie probably begged him to at least wear underwear so that when you had to wake the lion prince, he didn’t whack you in the face with that horse of his. Ruggie’s actually been slapped, which is hilarious)
“Leave me be, Herbivore. I’m not doing something so dumb.”
♡ VIL SCHOENHEIT ♡
WINNER #ONE
Short and sweet, if he’s going to cum to you, it’s going to be within your presence. He’s not going to fantasize about you, he’s going to have you. So he’ll wait till he has you. Period.
“I have no desire, Spudling. Why is it you care? Do you desire to bed me?”
♡ ROOK HUNT ♡
LOSER #FOUR
We saw how he is with Neige and this man damn near nearly cums with anything he sees as beautiful. Like he’s weird. Rook Hunt is mad weird. Though I love him for it. #RookHuntforPresident. Similarly to Cater, he has photos of you, physical and digital, and honest access to you at any point, though he’d never masturbate to you in a tree outside of ramshackle, he has thought about it. He honestly is similar to Vil. He wants to be able to fully experience you and revel in the moment with you, but he ends up thinking about it far too much which leads him being hot and bothered.
So that’s why he loses and isn’t that so beautiful, that he can put competition aside for love and beauty. His breath comes out as short huffs, legs unusually shaking, his hat discarded to the side. His face flush and eyes that seemed to glow, a low moan of your name, cum sputtering from his dick head.
“Mon très cher Trickster, permettez-moi de prendre soin de vous de toutes les manières!”
♡ IDIA SHROUD ♡
INDEFINITE LOSER
Idia is a hentai-watching, cum-drinking slut for you. Like I don’t make the rules. He hypes himself up for NNN, bragging, chatting, confident with all his lil e-friends, til the actual day NNN begins. His goal was to simply ignore you, like as if you didn’t exist, like you wouldn’t just show up uninvited. How hadn't he included that in his calculations? Most definitely has a school uniform kink, like have you met this man? You could be dressed for a day at the church and he’s cumming at the thought of you sucking him off while the choir sings of the lord. He’s shameless.
His hair wildly burning pink, voice stuttering as his tongue runs across his lips, trying to stop himself from drooling and cumming as he fucked his hand, leaning back in his gaming chair. Your voice is just so nice. His eyes roll into the back of his skull, a shuddered breath as he realizes he’s close. He damn near breaking his phone to hang up as he cums, painting his computer screen. Leaving you on the other line, completely confused.
“I-I-I wasn’t avoiding you! Just—Just working…. Yes! This game counts as work! Get Out!”
♡ MALLEUS DRACONIA ♡
WINNER #TWO
Now, why would you tell this man about NNN? Cause he’s genuinely distraught. Like should he win in your honor, or should he simply indulge in his desires to bed you? Literally asking Lilia, the worst person to ask, cause Lilia is having a field day. Best day of Lilia’s life. He’s telling Malleus to simply have fun and try. It’s better that way if you wait. The problem is Malleus doesn’t want to wait. Spoiled royal rich boy. I swear. Why must he suffer in simply doing what he pleases with his soon-to-be darling? Half of Diasomnia recognizes you as Malleus’ spouse, which is a little problematic once you actually go to the dorm and half the people are referring to you as if you're royalty. Malleus is absolutely pleased that Diasomnia accepts you, even though you aren’t together yet.
Malleus is the only one on this list who will directly go to you. Without a doubt, just appearing with little fairy lights in your bedroom, a large unhidden bulge. Like who let a horse in the house. Literally scares you out of your skin. Grim, luckily, isn’t home. He’s sorry but swears it’s urgent. Thinks you jacking him off is a loophole to NNN, he’s a darling. So when you send him away, embarrassed as hell, he’s sulking in his bedroom. Refusing to masturbate unless you're there. (Deadass sitting with arms crossed, glaring at the wall with a pout, boner still very prominent. He’s a spoiled, royal rich kid.)
“Then I will simply make them mine. That way I can indulge happily.”
♡ LILIA VANROUGE ♡
LOSER #SIX
Menace. Loses, cause it’s funny. You being scared by him turns him on. Like it’s hot to see your body flinch, and your eyes widen. Loves it. He’s lived so, so long, so the oddest of things turn him on. This is probably a cycle through all of November, him scaring you, but purposely not cumming till the very last day.
Teeth digging into his lower lip, hand slowly teasing, dragging along his cock, imagining it's you. Rolling his head to the side with a hot chuckle. Your name is hot and playful on his tongue. You’re so worth the wait, so worth the pain. Though this isn’t a victimless crime, you feel what he felt one day. (Bout to become a Lilia Supremacist)
“Fufufu~ [Name], you teasing little thing~”
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🧁 cupcake analysis 🧁
YES, YOU READ THAT CORRECTLY 🤡 I’m still fixated on the cute character-themed cupcakes we got from the recent TsumTsums x TWST collab… so I’m going to talk about more things I noticed in the cupcake designs by dorm + by individual characters!
Mmm, cupcakes… 🧁 I would make these if only I had the tools to make all of the painstaking little details—
Heartslabyul
They all have checkered cupcake liners with a half-painted white rose. Famous Heartslabyul iconography!
Their names are written out in a white cursive font. Not the wackiest they could have gone with, but it fits the whimsical style of these cupcakes.
Riddle
Of course, we have strawberries—a fruit from Riddle’s favorite dessert, his beloved strawberry tarts (which also have personal significance to him, being as it was a strawberry tart’s taste that entranced him and made him late to return home as a child). The ring of frosting piped around the strawberries kind of creates the illusion of a tart’s puff pastry with the fruit nesting inside.
Red frosting made with a piping tip to resemble a big rose! Again, more famous Heartslabyul iconography.
IT HAS RIDDLE’S HEART AHOGE 😭
The cupcake also has the crown and a ribbon similar to the ones he wears in his Dorm Uniform~
Unlike the other Heartslabyul cupcakes, Riddle’s is predominantly one color: red. This could be referring to how Riddle is the most rigid in the dorm and someone who demands uniformity and preaches absolutism (“follow the rules”, “paint all the roses red”, etc.).
Even so! There are still little gold and blue sprinkles (though still in a neat arrangement)! I like to think of them as sprinkles of hope and a willingness to change… the first step he’s taking outside of his comfort zone!
No card; this makes sense since Riddle is also the only one without a card suit mark on his face.
Trey
The cookie iced to look like his hat…
Another cookie iced to look like the three of clubs heart (for obvious reasons)!
Trey’s cupcake looks kinda fuzzy like moss, so that leads me to believe the frosting got dipped in sanding sugar to give it texture or something. This makes the cupcake look like it’s an unassuming shrub—and really, isn’t that what Trey claims to be? He’s not an exciting red rose like Riddle, he’s the mild-mannered “normal” guy there to support the flower as the leaves and shoots.
Sugared violets as a topping! Nice way of incorporating Trey’s favorite food into this.
He has a little dusting of sprinkles too; maybe because it was him that showed Riddle “a whole new world”.
There seems to be a layer of jagged chunks (maybe crushed pistachios) along the rim. Feels quite different than the rest of the cake—maybe it’s to represent the less kind side of himself that Trey sometimes alludes to.
Two cookie sticks, which remind me of like two spears crossing to block off a path to the queen. On-brand for Trey, who initially follows Riddle’s orders to a T and kicks out his rule-breaking underclassmen.
Cater
There’s a LOT going on here, and I wonder if that’s in part because Cater is a Magicam fiend and in part because he’s using his flashiness to distract from looking deeper into him. This cupcake reflects that idea well, especially with the colorful sprinkles in the center (as opposed to spread out like Trey or Riddle’s) to make the otherwise mainly orange and red cake pop out more on a social media feed. It also could mean that Cater really keeps to himself, as the sprinkles are not spread outward.
If you look closely, the frosting vaguely resembles Cater’s hair. There’s a larger dollop in the middle which sort of looks like the middle section of his hair that’s pulled back.
There’s lots of little decorations that resembles the decorations on Cater’s phone case—an item near and dear to his heart.
The orange slices can be sweet—the impression that Cater tries to give off—but the pretzel implies a savory taste—what he actually prefers to eat.
There’s a squiggle of darker orange under his name. Is it to call attention to his identity? Cater tries to seek validation and attention from socials, so maybe this is a call to action.
Cater’s cupcake is the only one in his entire dorm that has TWO cards (both four of diamonds). One is probably a cookie and is in full color whole the other is one solid color (brown) and made of chocolate. Most likely this is referring to his UM, which allows Cater to create clones of himself. I wonder if the second card being chocolate alludes to something else too… Namely, the more melancholy and downtrodden part of himself that Cater usually does not let his peers know about 😔
Also two cookie sticks! Similar meaning as Trey’s, especially given that Cater was the first upperclassman to toss Adeuce out (after he gets them to paint the roses for him).
Ace
Ace of hearts card!
A sprinkle of hearts… Are any of us surprised??
His frosting is very ruffled and playful, much like his personality.
The cupcake is more on the simple side compared to many of the others; this is also very “Ace” of him, as Ace is commonly described as “the average high school boy” and has indicated himself that he has no particular goals or ambitions yet.
There’s a cherry on top! Very bright and cheeky, just like Ace—oh, and let’s not forget, cherry pie is his favorite food!
There’s also what appears to be almond shavings on Ace’s cupcake; almonds are actually very closely related to cherries so it’s a great pairing! If we really wanna stretch it, maybe it’s a reference to how Ace is skilled at mimicking or copying others, as the taste/smell of almond and cherries can be commonly mistaken for one another.
Deuce
Two of spades card!
Deuce’s cupcake has a very different texture to it. Unlike the others, his is very smoothed out and almost shiny (like a mirror glazed cake!). It makes me think this is to help him stand out as someone who is trying to reform and reinvent himself into something sparkling—especially seeing as the blue part of the cake seems to be covering up/glooping over the body of the cupcake itself.
Little candy eggs (one with a crack in it) and a baby chick! A callback to him liking egg dishes and the utter despair he experienced when he first learned that supermarket eggs aren’t fertilized…
The light blue squiggle makes me think of Deuce meandering and not knowing where he wants to go in life, representative of his delinquent phase or perhaps struggling to stay on the straight and narrow path of an honors student.
Finally, we have the grey marks on the cupcake which look like tire marks left from skidding around on a magical wheel/blastcycle, Deuce’s preferred mode of transportation!
Deuce's cupcake goes from blonde/yellowish to blue, which probably refers to him going from bleached hair as a delinquent to his natural hair color as he tries to reform himself.
Savanaclaw
Golden yellow cupcake liners with Savanaclaw’s signature horizontal zigzag pattern.
Their names seem to be done in a blocky text on chocolate. Fits the tough, somewhat rigid hierarchical feel of the dorm.
Leona
A crescent moon-shaped candy invokes the imagery of Scar singing the final line to Be Prepared as he and the hyenas ready themselves for the coup.
The darker frosting swirled on the side be interpreted as his scar or maybe the end of his tail.
Cacao nibs kind of remind me of rocks, perhaps to symbolize the hard childhood Leona had, desperately trying to prove himself to people who didn’t like him in the first place. There’s notably also golden specks there—a ray of hope for him to be better? Or maybe a nod to his noble lineage.
The chocolate sauce makes this cupcake feel very decadent but also adds to the dark look of it. I would say it resembles blot, but none of the other OB boys have this same feature. Maybe a hint at Leona’s depressive traits?
Wishful thinking on my part, but Leona’s cupcake is the only one in his dorm with a large splash of green (thanks to the leaves there). I like to think it’s him “turning over a new leaf” and turning his sights onto his internship + working toward helping to help preserve nature and discover energy efficient methods to help his country.
His cupcake is the “tallest” in Savanaclaw (because of how high his frosting is)—he’s obviously the leader of the pack.
Ruggie
Very decadent cupcake. A large scoop of ice-cream, nuts, pastries, tons of cream and frosting… it looks like someone just piled on all their favorite desserts (which suits a glutton like him). Even his own cake looks like it’s about to burst out of the liner!
Two donuts inserted in, because 1) they’re Ruggie’s favorite and 2) two is better than one!
The scattered chunks of chocolate resemble the pattern on the coat of a spotted hyena, which is what Ruggie is.
Jack
WHY DOES HIS CUPCAKE JUST STRAIGHT UP LOOK LIKE HIM… The two paler frosting peaks are his ears, the two-tone swirl results in his hair but also results in the high peak of his tail.
This cupcake has a lot of nuts (I see a walnut, a cashew, maybe crushed peanuts, and many whole hazelnuts). Maybe because Jack is “a tough nut to crack” due to his stoic and standoffish attitude? But we all know he’s a sweetheart deep down, perhaps why the most abundant of these nuts is hazelnuts, often used in many desserts and especially paired with chocolate.
xvsjwveiwk This is a slightly unserious note but there’s something whitish that night be dried coconut??? Sprinkled on the cake… I-Is that Jack shedding/j
Octavinelle
Each Octavinelle cupcake has a black macaron decorated to resemble their dorm uniform hats! The filling is purple (like Octa’s usual color) and has candy pearls (since they’re from the sea).
Their names are written in an elegant flowing font, with emphasis on the first letter of their names (slightly bigger than the other letters). It provides an impression that differs from the other letters in their names, much like how the Octatrio themselves can be deceptive.
A bowtie that matches what each boy wears in his dorm uniform.
The sprinkling of little purple pearls could really be nothing, but they could also be all the powers/abilities they have collected together.
Azul
The single chocolate stick (not two, unlike Cater and Trey’s) could pass as a straw, making the whole cupcake appear like a drink. Makes sense, the Mostro Lounge has a 1 drink minimum + his Dorm Uniform vignette is all about how he wants to buy the rights for the popular Mystery Drink from Sam.
A little contract and writhing chocolate tentacles pair nicely together. Together, they represent his UM and how his tendrils reach out to pull people into deals.
Azul also has a scoop of ice-cream, but it is notably VERY different looking than Ruggie’s. Azul’s is much smaller (because he moderates what he eats and how much) and neater too (because he cares about his tidy appearance).
There is a swirl of purple frosting on the bottom but most of the frosting is white and piled high. The former must be Ursula’s skin, and the latter her hair, as it is similar in shape.
His cupcake liner has the widest stripes (because he used to be overweight in the past) and has little purple dots (maybe in reference to the suctions on his tentacles).
Azul keeps the spiral seashell that resembles Ursula’s necklace.
Azul's cupcake goes from purple to white, which may denote his transition from octopus merman to human.
Tweels
The twins have a scalloped seashell that splits in half, representing the other brother. The way the shell divets also makes it look like a heart shape, implying the brothers “share a heart” or perhaps calling back to how both of their UMs involve “the heart” (Shock/Bind the Heart).
Their frosting is the color of their hair, even containing a stripe of black (in opposite directions) to match their hair. The frosting also seems to be slightly textured, which matches the gills and scales on their merforms.
The peak of the frosting resembles the ends of their eel tails flicking in opposite directions.
Three diamond-shaped “scales” on each cupcake; this is ghe same shape and design as the earrings they wear.
A ring of purple frosting is included; this could represent Azul, someone whom the twins closely work with and consider a great source of amusement. It’s telling that the purple frosting is below the teal frosting, as the twins have made it clear before that they’re not his minions or “below” him, they act independently and choose to follow Azul because they want to (and have the agency to leave whenever).
Jade
Jade’s cupcake liner has the most numerous and thinnest vertical stripes. There is also a very fine zigzag running through the liner. Very similar to Jade’s teeth arrangement and how they present as small but frequent.
Jade's cupcake stays a consistent color throughout the creation process.
Floyd
Floyd’s cupcake liner is in the middle of Azul and Jade’s in terms of line spread and thickness. The zigzag is also more elongated than Jade’s, matching Floyd’s more easygoing personality between the two twins. He’s also more likely to show his full teeth!
Floyd's cupcake goes from gold to teal, but Jade does not do the same or even the reverse. Maybe this hints at how Floyd is the more fickle brother?
Scarabia
Scarabia cupcake liners are color blocked with solid black and a deep red with an intricate golden pattern. Matches their dorm uniforms well!
They have snake biscuits with their names in bold, blocky all capital letters for impact. The biscuit shape suits the Sorcerer of the Sands. The text choice… I’m not sure, maybe to match the “casual streetwear” style of the dorm…? Or the dorm leader’s brazenness and overt friendliness?
Kalim
His earrings have been made into an edible version!
Thumbprint cookies that resemble glistening jewels! This, plus the colorful sugar pearls, represents Kalim’s immense wealth.
There’s a bow tied around his cupcake liner, which matches the cloth he wears around his head in many outfits of his.
The feathers that transition in color are for Kalim’s love of animals and willingness to accept others of all kinds (“colors”). This could also be a reference to his Dorm Uniform vignettes, where he pulled off a trick that made white birds appear to be “rainbow”.
At first I thought the white puffy frosting was to look like the Sultan’s turban, but wouldn’t they make it smoother and resemble one cohesive lump in that case…? Then I realized the white frosting actually resembles a CLOUD 😭 which fits Kalim so well, since he takes his friends out on magic carpet rides…
The red peak poking out of the top could be like… the domed roof of a tower, since there is one both for the Sultan’s palace and in Scarabia dorm. The white sprinkles/coconut shreds on the red part also gives the impression that the roof just poked through the clouds www
VERY tiny detail but if you look closely you’ll notice that Kalim’s cupcake is… lumpy… almost as though he tried baking for the first time himself and messed it up a little, so Jamil took over decorating for him to cover up the mistakes. (That’s headcanon anyway, lol)
Jamil
Jamil’s cupcake is a two-tone twirl thar matches the colors of his dorm AND the turban he wears when he overblots.
We have the classic red feather, three golden orbs, and a thumprint cookie (again, resembling a jewel) to match Kalim’s and to match Jamil’s hair accessories!
The little bits of gold sprinkled around are hard to place but maybe it’s to show how Jamil has to put Kalim first and foremost while his own feelings get dismissed/belittled/treated as less important.
Large chunks of chocolate on top! Not sure what this could be, but a part of me wants to believe it’s his depressive or defeatist traits, since Leona also has chocolate, but scattered. (Can you tell I loved these two’s interactions in book 6?)
Finally, we come to the enigmatic and out-of-place golden squiggle. Someone as meticulous as Jamil couldn’t possibly have intentionally placed that there, right…? Allow me, if you will, to circle back to the “Kalim was trying to bake with Jamil” theory… What if, while Jamil was decorating Kalim’s cupcake to cover up the unevenness of the cake, Kalim tried to thank Jamil and repay the favor by decorating Jamil’s cupcake??? And it resulted in… that squiggle… so Jamil had to roll with it and make the rest of his cupcake look as aesthetically pleasing as possible.
Pomefiore
All Pomefiore names are written in elegant script on a chocolate disc that is also stamped with the stars and moons of their dorm.
The cupcake liners have the same stars and moons pattern and has the colors of Pomefiore.
Vil
Similar to Riddle, Vil has a crown to show that he is the dorm leader. His is, of course, a different design to reflect a different queen (the Fairest Queen, not the Queen of Hearts).
The frosting has a slight gradient which is the same as the tips his hair.
The golden leaves match the leaves on the back of his dorm leader tiara/crown.
There are berries on top; notably, a red one still has a bit of leaf and branch stuck to it, making the berry look like a red apple (you know, cuz the Evil Queen used one to poison Snow White).
Vil has golden dust and two types of round candies evenly dispersed on the cupcake. It shows us how clean and yet elegant his personal style is.
Rook
Rook's cupcake has a very unique shape that is not quite like any other student's. Indeed, his cupcake resembles his hat (note the little feather sticking out of the top purple part) and bangs (the lower yellow part).
The purple part looks like it is made with an extruder and results in a texture similar to the top of a mont blanc; this is probably to help differentiate it from the smoother texture of the yellow beneath. Since the purple is a hat, the texture is most likely to make it seem more "fabric-like".
The yellow part + the color change from yellow to purple may also be a reference to how he was originally in Savanaclaw, but then transferred to Pomefiore.
An edible bow and arrow motif befitting of a skilled huntsman!
The squiggle line here seems to be showing the path of his arrow, which always finds its mark. Additionally, Rook himself is a tricky person and usually employs roundabout strategies or misdirecting ways to achieve his goals.
At the end of the arrow's path is a cluster of what seems to be pomegranate seeds, which seems odd and something more befitting of Idia or Ortho (who have ties with Hades; there is a tale about Hades having Persephone eat a pomegranate fruit which dooms her to spending half of her time in the Underworld). However, I think here the pomegranate seeds are meant to be... like... an artistic, abstract depiction of blood once the arrow strikes its target.
There's blueberries on top, an element he has in common with Vil (someone whom he devotes himself to). The leaves here with the berries tie Rook to the wild, both as a huntsman and has an ex-Savanaclaw student.
Epel
The pale purple color of the frosting is the same as Epel’s hair!
Unlike Vil’s sprinkled-on decorations, Epel’s are not spread out evenly and instead cluster at the top. This may be attributed to their different levels of maturity, as Vil and more knowledgable than Epel, who expresses outdated views on gender and has a limited understanding of the world due to coming from a very rural area.
There’s a fine shimmer on Epel’s cupcake—probably because his arc in book 5 was about learning to appreciate and weaponize his beauty.
Two apple slices because… well, when you think of Epel, you think of apples and the Felmier family business!
There seems to be a little bit of yellow peaking out from the cake? Are those more apple slices or an apple filling…?
The pale frilled strip of frosting resembles a lace collar, something which Epel wears in his school uniform.
Epel is the only member of Pomefiore to have a cupcake which LACKS a blueberry (or really any berries at all). This is a subtle indication that he is the “odd one out” within the dorm, as he, unlike Rook, is not conforming to the standards set by his dorm leader.
Ignihyde
The Ignihyde cupcake liner has the same black and blue geometric look as their dorm uniform jackets.
I don’t know how to really describe the font their names are written in, but the way the letters are cut reminds me of a “Greek” style of text (similar to this).
Their names seem to be displayed on Oreos chocolate sandwich cookies with Ignihyde blue fillings. Counting the parts (2 cookies, the cream filling), there’s three in total, which matches the count of the heads of Cerberus, as well as how many Shroud brothers there are.
Both Idia and Ortho have what look to be confetti cakes as the base for their cupcakes, Because of the dark color of the cake and the bright color of the sprinkles, it creates the impression of stars in the night sky—maybe to reference Star Rogue, their favorite video game.
Idia
The skull-shaped technomantic device Ida uses to launch his magic spells tops off his cupcake.
On either side of the skull device are candies (?) that look like the same light sticks Idia is super into waving around at his beloved idols’ concerts.
The blue frosting is meant to look like his fiery hair!
Idia’s cupcake goes from a red gradient to a blue one. His hair actually goes change color like this based (on his mood), We’ve seen his hair go from blue to red from anger and/or determination and passion in both book 7 and in his Dorm Uniform vignettes.
Ortho
This cupcake seems to represent both the deceased Ortho and the current android Ortho.
Not sure what it is, but there’s something with a cybernetic glowing design that implies a circuit board; this is part of the internal parts which make up robo!Ortho.
There’s some kind of sauce with sprinkles over the top of that layer; this could be the blot that makes up phantom!Ortho, since we usually don’t associate the “dripping” of the sauce with robo!Ortho.
The smaller dollop of blue frosting is Ortho’s fiery blue hair. He’s smaller and younger than Idia, so the flames do not consume the entire cupcake. (Alternatively, this could also be the fire-shaped bottle that serves as phantom!Ortho’s head.)
Under the frosting is a cookie and a thin ring which resembles the ring of glowing triangles that appears around robo!Ortho’s neck. A similar pattern appears around the neck of phantom!Ortho.
This cupcake’s cake is a lighter color than Idia’s cake. It also has a larger variety in the sprinkle colors, maybe as a nod to Ortho’s cheerier and more hopeful personality compared to Idia’s gloomier and pessimistic one.
Diasomnia
The Diasomnia cupcake liners are black with a green briar pattern.
Each student’s name is piped in chocolate, with the third years in white and the underclassmen in what seems to be milk chocolate.
The cupcakes seem to be malformed or sort of puffy like Kalim’s is. I wonder if that means Lilia roped all of his kids to bake with him as a bonding exercise www
Malleus
Malleus’s cupcake goes from Diasomnia green to black (the royal color of the Draconia bloodline), symbolizing the eventual transition he must make from student to king of his country.
The frosting on top is the same colors as he night sky sprinkled with silver stars. Malleus likes to take solitary strolls under the cover of night, so this suits him.
Malleus wouldn’t be Hornton/Tsunotaro without the horns! Of course we’ve gotta include a chocolate version of his iconic horns.
Extra frosting in a bright green; these are meant to be Malleus’s apocalyptic green fire that he spouts.
There’s a purple grape cut into two (I’m sure Rollo would be furious/j) to reveal the green insides. How curious! These colors are also considered accent colors for Maleficent. Another nice detail about the grapes is that the veining of the flesh makes the insides resemble reptilian eyes—like those of a dragon.
Lilia
The frosting is black for Lilia’s hair and has magenta (berry?) sauce to reflect his hair streaks.
Lots of berries (Lilia loves his berry juice) and irregular pink sprinkles or candy shards. It’s cute, punky, and whimsical, just like he is.
Chocolate bats for the bats that swarm Lilia in many animations. He’s also shown taking care of a bat in his Dorm Uniform vignettes.
I’ve been trying to figure out what the whole cream is… My best guess is they’re representing Malleus, Sebek, and Silver??? Silver and Sebek are the smaller two dollops since they grew up and trained together + are the most immature of the group. Malleus is the big, textured swirl on the left—he is older and more powerful than Sebek and Silver. This analogy also works when you consider that these three sit upon Lilia (the cupcake), who is the oldest and serves as the father figure and foundation for their dorm to get along with each other and with others.
I don’t know what that ahoge-like thing is supposed to be or mean—
Silver
His cupcake goes from a deep blonde/yellowish brown to silver. This reflects his hair color change following Lilia’s blessing.
Silver’s cupcake has a very dreamy and cloud-like quality to it because of the abundance of pastel-colored cream. The top of the frosting even droops over, sort of like a head dropping in sleep.
Crushed bits of an aurora-colored candy are sprinkled over the cake. They’re the same color as his eyes, as well as the ring gifted to him by his parents.
Two birds and some mint (?) leaves make up the colors of the Three Good Fairies (Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather). They also speak to Silver’s familiarity with the forest creatures.
Sebek
The pastel green frosting for Sebek’s cupcakes is sloped, and it is the only one styled this way. It may represent his lopsidedly views and understanding of the world, as he is easily one of the most rigid thinking within his dorm.
Many different things are sprinkles on the cupcake; it looks like someone threw them on thinking they would look cool with very little thought or planning. It fits how brazen Sebek is and also (funnily enough) matches his struggle with the arts.
Sebek is the only student with triangular sprinkles; is this meant to look like scales?? Or maybe particles of lighting?
There’s a massive chocolate lightning bolt topping off the cupcake. Nothing subtle or tactful about it, much like Sebek’s personality and voice.
There are two pieces of sliced grape to mimic Malleus’s cupcake. Interestingly, the grape halves seem to come from entirely different kinds of grapes: one green (unlike Malleus’s), the other red (like Malleus’s). Assuming the red half (which Malleus has two of) implies fae heritage (Malleus is full fae), then the green half is one’s human heritage. The grapes, then, denote Sebek being of half fae, half human descent.
Extra
Grim
He has a unique black and white vertically striped cupcake liner to represent Ramshackle dorm!
Grim’s name is written on a cookie that looks like a puffy manga text box. Makes sense, he’s usually being the mouth piece for Yuu when they don’t get dialogue options or even when they do.
Seems to be covered in sanding sugar to achieve the fuzzy texture of fur!
Little wafer (?) shaped like Grim’s tail! And cookies (?) iced to resemble his ears! Two paw prints 🥺 to match Grim’s toe beans… The cupcake truly is made in his image!!
The white shell border is probably a stand-in for the white tuft of fur that Grim has.
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summary: reo mikage needs a date for his parties, and you need something to do during the summer. What could possibly go wrong when you both enter a contractual relationship?
notes: 11k words, fic, author's notes, fake dating, trying to capture goofy summer fun romcom vibes
Swanky parties like this are so not your style.
Lavishly dressed guests buzz in little groups, sporting designer handbags and miles of silk that cost more than your entire house. Tropical fishes swim in tranquility through the glass tanks of the walls, which cast blue light over the white tablecloths and platters of prime cut roasts and elaborately crafted desserts dusted in gold dust.
Honestly, you wouldn’t normally have been allowed into a place like this; the security guards would have taken one look at your sneakers and chain store jeans and told you to go home. But you’re not here as a guest. No, your sister has hooked you up with a gig as a caterer, so you’re actually one of the invisible waitstaff in a stiff black vest and white collared shirt, drifting amongst the crowd, serving rich people their fancy little foods.
“It pays well,” your sister had pronounced, batting her eyelashes at you. “Come on. You’re always strapped for cash. I promise it’ll be worth it.”
“And if it’s so good, why aren’t you going?” you had asked her dryly.
She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t have the time. Otherwise I’d be hustling with you. Come on, do it for me! It’ll be fun! The place will be nice, promise!”
Nice is an understatement for how decadent the place is. If you were to break something here, you think your family would be in debt for the next seven generations over. But since you’re captive to your need for money, you try to skirt past the pricer decorations.
Still. Your sister is right in that this is a simple, and more importantly, well-paying, gig. Get in, walk around aimlessly with a platter in your hand, and get out. That’s all you were looking forward to, really: the paycheck at the end of this. You vaguely recognize some of the guests– probably from the news or on social media, A-list celebrities and trust fund babies– but you don’t care enough to take a closer look.
It’s been a few hours into your shift, and your arm is starting to cramp from carrying around a silver plate for most of the evening. The little shrimp on your plate are dwindling, and you rotate around the room slowly one last time to tempt people to grab your food. Then, you can take a break and put up your feet, and maybe sneak a little bit of the fancy food to try yourself; after all, you heard that some of the ingredients were imported straight from Europe.
You pass by a pack of guests knotted together near a table, and one of them bumps into you with enough force to make you stumble, some youngish looking man in a white suit and slicked-back bleached hair. He barely spares you a glance.
“Watch where you’re going or I’ll get you kicked out,” he snarls.
“Right. Sorry, sir,” you say blandly, fighting back the urge to strangle him and ask “who the hell do you think you are?” Your sister has warned you to stay out of trouble, after all.
“Don’t bother the waitstaff, Takei-san,” someone says just as Takei sneers, opening his mouth to berate you some more, probably. He looks the type. But Takei’s head swivels back around so fast it makes you dizzy. You crane your head, just in time to catch the owner of the voice: a boy with a flute of fizzy water in his hand. He’s cute, with uneven bangs and a dove gray suit, and probably around your age, if not a little older.
“I wouldn’t dream of it, Mikage-san,” Takei simpers. “Ah, but we have more important matters to discuss, don’t we? What do you think about meeting my sister? She’s lovely, and she’s around your age. Just say the word, and I can arrange a meeting!”
Mikage? Is that the boy’s name? It’s familiar. You’ve seen it on social media a few times; maybe this boy is a lot more famous than you thought. He’s a corporate heir, if you remember correctly. Mikage catches your eye and inclines his head, as if to say you were free to go.
“I would have to think about it, Takei-san,” Mikage replies, turning back to Takei. If there’s one thing you can pride yourself on, it’s how to read people, and there’s plenty to dissect from Mikage’s tense body posture. There’s a smile on his face, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. In fact, he looks a little bored, underneath that veneer of politeness. Bored, and strangely vacant, as if the uppercrust of Japan’s society weren’t more interesting than the blades of grass outside of his window.
Normally, you would shrug, go “that sucks for him,” and run back to the break room as soon as you could. The problems of fancy rich boys aren’t really your business. But it’s been a long night, and you’re a little antsy (your troublemaking instinct, as your sister calls it). That, and maybe you’ve watched too many romcoms and dramas with your sister recently, too, because he’s cute. And, well, you should at least try to help out the guy who helped you, right? Tic for tat, and all that, even if it was a small thing on his part.
But none of your justifications to yourself really matter, because you’re already sliding your way into the crowd until you’re at Mikage’s elbow, saying, “sir?”
He inclines his head at you without really looking at you. “Yes?”
“There’s someone looking for you,” you say blandly. “They were impatient. It seemed important.”
“Hm? Did they tell you their name?” Mikage asks.
“Didn’t quite catch it, but it’s urgent,” you stress.
Mikage’s eyes widen, just slightly, and you can see the puzzle pieces coming together in his head. He must have picked up on what you were doing, because he nods gravely, and says, “I should head over, then. It’s probably Yasuhiro-san. Can’t keep a board member waiting.”
“Ah, but Mikage-san–” Takei’s mouth is slightly slack, and he glares at you when you catch his eye. What did you even do to him? Is he mad that you’re taking Mikage’s attention off of him?
“I should go.” Mikage extracts himself from the crowd, who all groan in disappointment. As the two of you leave, you make sure to subtly dig the heel of your shoe onto Takei’s foot, who yelps.
“What the– Did you just step on– Hey! Stop!”
But you’re speeding off with Mikage at your side, and you try not to grin when you imagine Takei’s red, angry face.
Mikage snorts, but when you glance at him, he’s passed it off as a cough, turning his face into the crook of his elbow. “You’re a bit clumsy, aren’t you?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you say primly, and this time, Mikage doesn’t hide his laugh. To keep up your ruse, you lead Mikage into a hallway, where rows of imported European impressionist art stretch along the walls, your footsteps sinking into the plush burgundy carpet.
“So… I have to be honest,” you say. “There isn’t someone asking for your presence. I made it up to get you out of there. Surprise!” You wave your hands.
Mikage crosses his arms. “So why did you do that, then?”
“You helped me, so I helped you,” you say simply. “Besides, you looked bored.”
In the darkness, Mikage is reduced to shadowy shapes, but you can still feel the force of his gaze, like a lighthouse cutting through the darkness. He’s appraising you, and it sends tingles down your spine.
“Huh.” That’s all Mikage says, and you wonder if you passed whatever mental evaluation he was doing.
The platter is still in your hands, and there’s still a few shrimp left, so you grab one and shove it into your mouth. You chew, savoring the freshness, and the tangy sauce it’s coated in.
Wait. It’d be rude to just eat in front of someone, without even asking if they’re hungry. You offer Mikage the plate. “Want one?”
“S… sure,” he says, carefully plucking a shrimp between his thumb and forefinger, before placing it on his tongue. The two of you pass the platter back and forth between each other until it’s empty.
“That was good!” You stretch your arms over your head. “I wanted to try at least some of the food at this party before I went home. There’s nothing else really going for this place. No offense,” you add.
“None taken. You’re… huh.”
“Weird? Bold?” you supplement. “I’ve heard it all.”
“No, I was going to say you’re interesting,” Mikage says quickly.
You roll your eyes. “Interesting? Like a dog?”
“I would say you remind me more of a hamster,” Mikage says.
“A hamster? Really? What if I bit you right now?”
“I’m not sure you could do much to me.”
“I wouldn’t want to damage my teeth, anyways,” you quip. The noise of the party leaks into the hallway, and you glance back through the door. “I should get back. I don’t want to give anyone an excuse to dock my pay.”
Before you can move a step, Mikage holds out a hand. He takes a breath, as if coming to some sort of internal decision. “Wait. What if… I hired you for something else?”
“For… what?”
“What if I hired you to stand around and talk to me?”
You take a step back. “Um… I’m a first year in high school, just so you know. I don’t want to do anything weird.”
“Wh– No!” Mikage says, his veneer of poise sliding right off and shattering onto the floor. “I didn’t mean it like that! I’m not asking you to– I just– I’m only a second year!” he adds.
“Takei did offer to introduce you to his sister back there,” you say wryly, jerking your thumb towards the party. “And, like, I don’t know much about your life, but if you’re desperate enough for company, there’s dating apps. Just… uh… hang in there.”
Mikage runs a hand along his face. “I’m not desperate. I’m the most popular guy in my class, just so you know.”
“Okay…”
“I wanted to ask if you would date me,” he says, “Fake date me. Because people like Takei keep trying to jump down my back and draw me into political marriages. We can draw up a contract to make it official,” he adds hastily. “I just need someone to come with me to parties like this as my partner.”
“And why would I do that?”
“Because you’re interesting,” he says simply. “Besides… you would get to eat as much shrimp as you want. Without having to sneak them off of plates.”
“I don’t know,” you say coyly, looking down at your fingers. “I don’t really like doing boring things.”
“It won’t be boring.” Mikage takes a step towards you, confidence in his face, a hand on his chest. “I’ll ensure everyday is fun for you.”
You can already imagine what your sister will say when you tell her what happened today. No doubt she and your older brother would both groan at your carelessness. What if this is some sort of prank, or fancy trick? Oh well! You’ll just have to take your chances.
You stick out your hand. Mikage takes it without hesitation. “Okay, you’ve got yourself a deal. But if it’s boring, then I’m going to leave you, Mikage,” you warn.
“Hah. You’ll never have a reason to,” Mikage says confidently. “But call me Reo.”
You raise an eyebrow. “We just met, and you want me to call you by your first name? Moving fast, are we?”
“I’m going to be your fake boyfriend,” Mikage says. “Don’t tell me you’re already getting cold feet.”
“Not at all. You can call me by my first name too, Reo,” you emphasize. “I’m looking forward to working with you.”
Reo smiles, squeezing your hand once before firmly shaking it. “Likewise, partner.”
Well. This certainly isn’t what you expected to get up to when your sister offered you the job, and there are a thousand ways this could blow up in your face. What if Reo is actually a bad person, and tried to sell your organs? Or his mother threw money at you and told you to leave her son because you aren’t good enough for him, just like in every drama you’ve seen?
But this is the most exhilarating opportunity you’ve been offered in a long while. Exciting experiences, and fun opportunities: you’ve always been the first to jump onto those. Besides, Reo is cute, and this deal will definitely be a good story to tell your friends about later. There’s no way this could go wrong.
—
You’re usually never up before 10am, but somehow, at 8am a few days after the party you worked at, you find yourself at a little cafe in Shibuya, blinking blearily in the pale light. Reo, sitting across from you, has a cup of coffee steaming at his elbow, and you privately curse his poise and his nice polo and slacks. How dare he look so put together, especially when you just threw on some clothes from your floor.
“So,” you say, propping your elbows on the table, your cheek pressed against your hand, “What was so urgent that you couldn’t wait for a more decent hour to call me?”
Reo raises an eyebrow. “This is a decent hour. But I wanted to discuss the terms of our contract.”
You stare at him blankly. He snaps his fingers. “Remember? Our deal?”
“Right.” You yawn, and Reo pushes his cup of coffee towards you.
“I haven’t drank any of it yet,” he says. “Have some.”
“So no indirect kiss for me?” you tease, but take a tentative sip of the brew. You wrinkle your nose; it’s bitter and dark, and it stings your mouth as it goes down. “You didn’t put cream in this.”
“I like the way coffee tastes naturally. Besides, the coffee they brew here is through a special drip pour method, to allow the beans to retain maximum flavor…” You take another sip as Reo rambles, and shudder. Well, you were definitely more awake now.
“So, what is this about a contract?” you say.
“I want us to establish some ground rules for our deal, just so we’re both clear on the expectations and procedures for what we’re about to undertake,” Reo begins. He slides a packet of paper across the table, the kind that’s made with cardstock, thick and creamy. It’s neatly formatted, but your eyes glaze at the professional tone and the dry language of the text.
“All right, hit me with it, rich boy,” you say, slouching back in your chair.
“Well, I wanted to establish a basic time frame for our operation, as well as some ground rules, and cover some of the various scenarios you might encounter–” You put up a hand, and Reo pauses.
“Do you have a pen?” you say bluntly.
Reo fishes out a fountain pen from his bag. “I do, but why do you–”
You flip over the packet to the blank backside, and write down a number one. “So! I think it’s really nice of you to get this entire thing prepared for us, but this is too much. We’re high schoolers, and your rules are 15 pages long. Why don’t we make this easier on ourselves?”
Reo purses his lips. “I guess. For the sake of fairness, it’s probably better if we come up with rules together.”
“Great! So, rule number one. We’re going to be fake dating until you stop needing a date to your parties. That’s probably going to be when summer ends, so that’s when our contract ends. Rule number two. I’ll go with you to all your fancy parties, but you have to help me with, like, etiquette and clothes and what to say. I’ll just be your eye candy. Which I absolutely excel at, by the way. Rule number three. I’ll go to as many parties as you want, but you need to give me at least two days’ warning in advance. I have my own life, you know.” You scribble as you talk, and Reo nods at each of your rules. When you pause, you look up to see Reo with furrowed eyebrows.
“Add another rule,” Reo says seriously. “No falling for each other.”
You burst out laughing, dropping the pen in surprise. A few early morning workers stare at you as they walk past, but you can’t bring yourself to stop. “Seriously? Do you think this is a drama?”
“It’s a necessary precaution,” he insists, but his ears are red. “I just want to make it absolutely clear: this is all for show.”
You snort, but move to jot down the rule anyways. “No offense, but you’re not my type at all. That’s not going to be an issue. You’re kinda full of yourself, huh?”
“I’m not! I’m just saying with my specs, it wouldn’t be weird if you–” Reo falters at your pointed stare. “Listen. I’m used to all sorts of people coming up to me. It doesn’t hurt to be careful, okay?”
“Maybe you’re scared of falling for me, Reo,” you say, leaning forward and batting your eyelashes at him. “I understand, though. I’m pretty cute.”
Reo purses his lips. “And no offense to you, but you’re also not my type at all. I prefer people who are more mature.”
You throw your hands up in mock offense. “Wow! Only five minutes since our fake relationship began, and you’re already hurting my feelings.”
“My apology, baby,” Reo says in a cloying tone. “How on earth shall I make it up to you?”
You shudder. “For starters, don’t call me baby ever again. Ick.”
“I don’t–” Reo begins indignantly, but you quickly scribble your signature under your list of rules, before thrusting the paper at him. “What?”
“Sign your name,” you say, “So it’s official. Isn’t that how you business types like to do things?”
“We’re minors. Our signatures don’t count. But if you insist,” Reo says, signing his name with an elegant scrawl.
“Perfect! Now that we’re officially dating, what do we do?” you say.
“What about a date? A practice one,” Reo says hastily. A pity, because now you can’t tease him about how enamored he is with you. “It’ll be easier to act like a couple at parties if we’re more familiar with each other.”
“All right. Come pick me up in two days, then. And at noon,” you add, “Because I don’t want to do an early morning date.”
“What about right now?” Reo protests.
You throw him a withering stare. “First, I’m not dressed for the part. Second, neither of us are prepared. And third, what did I just say about early morning dates? We need a bit of planning time, rich boy, because dates are serious business.”
Reo holds up his hands. “Okay, okay. I got it. I’ll run our plans with you by tomorrow, at the latest. Sounds good?”
You smile. “Great! Sounds like you’ve already got being a good boyfriend down pat. See you in two days, boyfriend.”
—
If there’s one thing Reo is, he’s meticulous. After you part ways, you exchange phone numbers, and true to his word, he blows up your phone with a detailed plan of your first date. He’s so overzealous in planning that you remind him it’s just a practice date, and that it’s better to keep things casual, rather than the boating-fancy restaurant-live musicians extravaganza he has planned.
Two days later, when you ascend from the subway steps into the sticky summer heat and walk a few blocks until the concrete turns to greenery, you find Reo waiting at a nearby park, sunglasses on his face and a wicker basket under his arm.
“Welcome,” Reo says, making a half-bow. “I hope you’re ready for the date of a lifetime.”
“I’m giving you three stars of five,” you say.
“Wh– We haven’t gone on it yet! How can you rate me that low?”
“Two out of five,” you say. “Just for talking back to me and questioning my review.”
“Let’s just hurry up and go,” Reo grumbles.
The two of you glide alongside blossoming trees, white flowers perfuming the air, and cross a stone bridge stretched invitingly along a river. The water rushes cold and clear across gray stones, a weeping willow trailing its graceful limbs on the opposite bank.
When you reach a narrow glade, Reo gallantly unfurls a blanket and spreads it along the grass. From the wicker basket emerges a rainbow of sandwiches, freshly cut fruit slices, and a thermos of tea.
He pours you a cup, and you take a sip as Reo settles down with a sandwich.
“You went through a lot of trouble to set up this contractual date,” you say, picking up a slice of skewered mango. “What’s the point? Couldn’t you just hire someone else?”
“Do you think I could set up an ad, announcing to the world that the Mikage heir is looking for a partner?” he says dryly. “Any of the other people I could have asked run in my parents’ business circle, too, so it wouldn’t have been convenient for me. And I’m not risking my own social standing at school by asking a girl from there. That leaves you.”
You twirl the mango around. “What if I was, like, a bad person, though? And I leaked your personal information or something?”
“I ran a background check on you. You came up clean.”
“What? Hey! That’s not fair. I didn’t get to run one on you,” you protest.
“I’m someone in the public eye,” he says. “Anything you want to know about me, you can look up online.”
To be fair, you had googled his name when you got home after your morning meeting, and scrolled through his various public social media accounts. Not that he needed to know that. Wait, maybe he already did, if he ran a background check on you. Did he have access to your internet history? Okay. Maybe it’s better to stop thinking about that before you drive yourself insane.
“But that’s not the same as getting to know you. The person Mikage Reo is in public, and the person he is in private are two different people. Tell me something juicy. Like, why don’t you just reject any proposals thrown your way instead of getting a fake partner?” you say.
Reo spreads his hands. “Social maneuvering. It’s better to ward off people from sending proposals to me in the first place than it is to reject each and every person who approaches me.”
“Sure. That makes sense. So… then… Haven’t you ever been in love before?”
“What sort of question is that?” he says.
“I’m trying to get to know you,” you declare, “And I’m curious. You can ask me a question like that, too, if you want.”
“I can answer your question. It’s fine.” Reo pours himself a cup of tea. “Being in love… I haven’t. Not yet. I’ve never been interested in romance. Why, have you?”
“I wouldn’t call it love, but I did date a boy back in middle school. Not because I really liked him, but because he thought I was cute, and I liked him well enough as a friend. Didn’t last too long, though. Your turn for a question,” you add.
Reo takes a sip. “Well, I was wondering… do you have any hobbies?”
“That’s a pretty simple question. But I like scrapbooking and volleyball. I like making memories, and I like sports.”
Reo leans forward, a keen interest in his eyes. “Do you like football, then? I run the school’s football club.”
“I’ve only ever played a little with my older brother. He’s the bigger fan,” you admit. “Do you want to play a game one day? I bet I could demolish you.”
“Hah. As if. I’d like to see you try.”
“Don’t regret it later,” you warn, and he laughs. “What do you even like about football?”
“I want to win the world cup,” he says simply. “It’s my dream.” His eyes are reflective, and there’s an edge of seriousness to his tone, an intensity he’s never had before.
You pick up a cucumber sandwich, taking an experimental bite. “When you do, give me an autograph. I can sell it for a million yen.”
“No jokes? I thought you would tell me it’s silly.”
“Well, it sounds like it’s important to you. I’m not going to make fun of something you care about,” you say, amused, shoving the rest of the sandwich into your mouth.
Reo scratches the back of his neck, though there’s a pleased, cat-like smile curling on his face. “Thanks. Do you have a dream?”
“I don’t know if it counts, but I just want to have fun. I want to see new places, and to meet new people, and to experience all sorts of fun things. Isn’t that enough?”
Reo picks up another sandwich, handing it to you, which you demolish in one bite. “I think it is,” he says. “It sounds like you.”
You lick the crumbs off your lips. Reo is a lot more… different, than you thought a corporate heir would be. But it’s nice that it’s easy being with him. Easy, and fun. “I should thank you, actually. This contract is pretty exciting. I’ve never done anything like it before. Thank you, Reo.”
“I don’t know if this is something you should thank me for. But you’re welcome. Thanks for agreeing to go along with me,” he says.
You smile at him, sunshine warm on your shoulders. “So, when’s the first party, boyfriend? I’m pretty excited for it already.”
“Straight to business, huh? Well, it’s in a few days. I’ll text you more details later, and I’ll come pick you up. But hey, before that…” Reo offers you his hand. “Do you want to take a walk? Weather’s nice.”
“Oh! Make sure the car you come in to pick me up is real fancy, okay? My family’s going to be home, and I want to rub it in my brother’s face,” you muse.
“That’s easy. Who do you think I am?”
You don’t hesitate as you slip your hand into his. His grip is soft but strong, and when he pulls you up, for a second, all you can see is Reo, outlined by the glow of the sun.
—
When the sleek black car pulls up to the entrance of your house a few days later, your older siblings are crowded around the window, peeking through the curtains to catch the first glimpse of your date. Your sister whistles, while your brother’s jaw drops.
“What is this?” he says. “What–”
“It’s my date,” you say smugly.
“Your date? Someone wants to go out with you?”
You smack him on the shoulder. “Yeah, unlike you!”
“Does he have money?” your sister asks. “Because good going. Make sure you milk him for what he’s worth.”
“I just– what the hell? No way you got a date before me. And not in that– that car!” your brother complains, rubbing his shoulder, but you’re already skipping out the door.
“Great work, boyfriend,” you say to Reo, blowing him a faux kiss. He’s waiting for you outside the car, already dressed in a navy blue suit.
Reo has an irritating little smirk on his face. “What can I say? My wonderful partner told me to bring a fancy car, and I just had a hard time choosing which one.”
He pulls open the side door for you with an exaggerated flourish, and you slide in. The seats are smooth leather, and the AC is cranked to a cool temperature. There’s more than enough room for a dozen other people, and there’s a mini fridge in the corner that, when you open, is stuffed full of drinks. The windows are tinted, but that doesn’t stop you from rolling it down to wave at your flabbergasted brother before you go, your sister the only one to wave back.
“What do you want me to do at the party?” you say, settling into the supple leather.
“Just stick by my side,” Reo says. “And try not to offend anyone.”
“Done, and done,” you say, throwing him finger guns.
After half an hour, you and Reo chatting to pass the time, the limo pulls to a smooth stop at the end of a gravel-lined driveway. It’s lucky that Reo is the one who helped to choose and sent an outfit to you prior to the party, because all the other guests lounging in the gardens or spilling out the wide open doors are dressed to the nines. You don’t even want to think about the costs of some of those clothes. The inside of the venue is sparkling so brightly that you almost can’t make out any of the decorations; it’s just gold on top of gold on top of gold, but there is, luckily for you, a buffet table in the corner.
As soon as the two of you step foot through the door, you’re swarmed by a pack of guests with glittery smiles. Reo swiftly takes your elbow, pulling you closer to him, and you discretely loop your arm around his.
“Who is this, Mikage-san?” someone says. An actress, you’re sure. Is she eying you with… envy? Okay, that is weird. Wow. You’re pretty sure she’s been nominated for several different awards.
“They’re my date for the night,” he says smoothly.
“How sweet!” the actress says, and after giving you one more side-eye, turns her attention back to Reo.
The rest of the night goes mostly like that, actually. People are curious about you– watching you with a mix of jealousy, judgment and disdain in their eyes– before marking you off as a non-threat and turning back to Reo. It’s exhausting, frankly. How does he deal with it? You’re no chump when it comes to social situations, but this is on a different level. All the fake smiles, the pointed lines, the constant appraising. It’s like being under an endless spotlight; everyone is waiting for you to slip up, just once, to tear you down.
When you glance at Reo, his eyes are distant again, just like they were at that first party. It’s not the Reo you’ve come to know, the Reo who teased you at the picnic and talked about his dreams.
“Cheer up, boyfriend,” you whisper in his ear, resting your hands on his shoulder to speak solely to him. “I think they’re serving shrimp tonight.”
“Oh, your favorite. This time, you don’t need to hide in a hallway to eat them,” Reo whispers back, the ice in his face cracking to reveal a genuine smile. “Let’s go get some.”
After waving off his admirers, the two of you head to the buffet, where you immediately pick up a plate and begin piling up food. Reo wanders off to grab the two of you some drinks.
“Hah? It’s you. They really just let anyone in,” you hear a sneer when you’re halfway through picking up a little chocolate pastry. You glance up, to see a man with slicked back, bleached hair glowering at you, disturbing your little food paradise. Hm? He looks somewhat familiar.
“Who’re you?” you ask, plopping the first pastry on your plate, and grabbing a second pastry just to be safe. Maybe Reo will want one.
“You really don’t remember?” he hisses.
“Huh?”
“You stepped on my foot at a party!” he whispers furiously.
“You were being rude,” you say tartly. That’s enough food. You try to step past him, but Takei jostles you with his shoulder, forcing you back in front of him.
“You were just a server. How the hell did you get in here?”
What the hell? Did Takei think he’s all that, with his self-satisfied smirk and crossed arms?
“I’m on a date, actually,” you say pleasantly. “I was invited here.”
“Hah? Who would be crazy enough to invite you? If you’re lying, then I’m going to get you kicked out of here, just you–”
“Hi, Reo!” you say loudly, cutting Takei off, waving at Reo, who, with perfect timing, has shown up with two sparkling peach-colored drinks in hand.
“Hm? Takei-san, when did you get here?” Reo says.
“Ah– Mikage-san–” Takei’s face pales as he looks from you to Reo, and back to you. “Is… is this person… your date…?”
“Yes,” Reo says, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close.
You bat your eyelashes at Takei, who looks like he wants to melt into the floor. For good measure, you turn to Reo with a fake little pout. “Reo, I think Takei-san was just saying something about only someone crazy would invite me here. How funny, don’t you think?”
“Very funny,” Reo says coolly. “But I think it’d be best not to make jokes like that about my date, don’t you think, Takei-san?”
“Right– of course– my apologies, Mikage-san,” Takei stammers. “I, ah, I would never think of… I won’t do it again.”
You pluck one of the pastries off your plate and offer it to Takei, who takes it with a twitching eye. “Enjoy the party, Takei-san,” you say in a syrupy sweet voice, watching as Takei stumbles off.
As soon as he’s out of earshot, you elbow Reo. “Nicely done, boyfriend,” you say.
“Takei has always been like that, but you shouldn’t have to put up with it,” Reo says. “Did he bother you?”
“Not too much!”
“I see.” Reo hands you a drink, but there’s a tiny frown twisting at the corners of his mouth as he watches Takei go.
There’s no more incidents after that, thankfully, but there’s a pensive look on Reo’s face that he can’t quite wipe off. What is he thinking? Should you ask? It’s not until the limo pulls up that Reo finally speaks to you.
“I’m sorry Takei was rude to you,” he says.
“It’s okay! It’s not your fault. Unless… you hired him to get on my nerves?” you tease, gravel crunching underfoot.
Reo looks uncharacteristically chagrined as he helps you into the car. “Why would I do that? Still, I put you in that situation, so… what can I do for you as an apology?”
You pretend to purse your lips in thought, tapping your finger against your chin. It’s cute how seriously he takes everything. “Well, Reo, have you ever heard of a little thing called grocery shopping?”
His eyebrows float upwards. “I’m not that out of touch. I do know what grocery shopping is. Do you think I was raised in an ivory tower?”
You grin. “Oh, we’ll see about that, Reo. Come pick me up on Saturday. 9am. Be sure to dress casually.”
—
Just as promised, Reo shows up outside your house at 9am sharp, dressed in a casual button up rolled up to his elbows and pressed slacks. He’s even smart enough to replace the usual limo with a more middle-class car, though it’s as sleek and polished as if it was bought fresh off the lot… which, now that you’re thinking about it, maybe it was.
You snort as you size Reo up, flicking a glance up and down. You’re dressed much more casually, in shorts and flip-flops, and the tote bag you always bring to hold your groceries. “Slacks, Reo? Really?”
He holds up his hands in defense, a golden watch gleaming on his wrist. “What? You said dress casual. So I did.”
You roll your eyes, and when Reo opens the car door for you, you shut it. “That’s like business casual at best. You don’t have jeans? Sweats? You look like you’re taking a break from an office job.”
“Hey. I can’t help it if my standards are higher than other people.” Reo puts his hands in his pockets as you stride confidently down the pavement, and he falls into step beside you. “What are you doing?”
“Taking you grocery shopping,” you say expertly.
“... And you don’t want to drive there?”
“Most people do not drive the car to get groceries, rich boy. There’s a little thing called public transportation, you know. You’re going to learn to do it the old-fashioned pedestrian way.”
“Rich boy…” he mutters. “Can’t you just call me by my name? We are technically dating, you know?”
You stick your tongue out at him. “Exactly. We’re technically dating, so I’m just giving you an affectionate nickname.”
At this, he laughs ruefully. “Affectionate, huh?”
Maybe you’ve been a little too mean to him. You are fond of Reo, even if he makes it a little too easy to tease him. At the next opportunity, you casually loop your arm around his. Reo falters, but doesn’t break step, before pulling you closer. He smells pleasant, a warm citrusy scent, and he’s careful to match his pace to yours so neither of you pull too far ahead or behind.
Without turning to him, you say, “I am affectionate, you know. I know how to spoil my boyfriend.”
“Really, now? Looks like I lucked out by asking you out.” There’s a genuine warmth in Reo’s voice that spills a sunset in your chest. It’s almost like he really likes you, and you’re really dating— but the contract. Don’t forget. You can’t let yourself get too carried away. This is a business deal, nothing more. Also, he would be so obnoxious if he knew how much his words affected you, considering all the crap you said about him not being your type. Still, the traitorous glow in your heart doesn’t go away, no matter how much you try to clamp down and extinguish it.
The market is surprisingly crowded when the two of you arrive. You pick up a basket as Reo stands at the entrance, drinking in the rows of cardboard boxes and tin containers and fresh produce, the housewives strolling down the aisles with children in their carts, the scuffed floor and the gleaming lights.
“We don’t have all day,” you tease. “Come on, Reo. Are you scared?”
“I’m not. It’s just… different,” he says. His eyes are still roaming the store, and you loop your arm around his again. Reo lets you pull him along without stumbling a step.
“It’s better to experience it in person,” you affirm, dragging him to the vegetables. “Help me pick some out.”
Reo’s hands hover a row of brown yams, dirt still clinging to their fuzzy roots. He picks one up for you, and you place a hand on his wrist. “What? Is it not good enough?” he asks.
“You need to put them in a plastic bag first,” you say, pointing to a dispenser roll at the end of the aisle. “You can’t just put the vegetables in the basket!”
Reo sighs in a long suffering way, but leaves and returns with a plastic bag, which you shake open and he drops several yams in, after careful consideration of their size and form.
“Good job, Reo,” you cheer.
“What can I say? I’m a natural,” he says smugly, and you bump him with your hip.
Reo follows you around the grocery store, shadowing your steps like a baby chick. You choose several more vegetables, before moving to the meat aisle and examining the frozen, plastic wrapped cuts. Reo peers over your shoulder as you point at the different cuts of meat, so close that you can feel his warmth despite the chill of the coolers, his breath brushing your cheek every time he talks.
“Which one do you want?” you ask. Normally, you wouldn’t find his closeness a big deal. You’re used to skinship with your friends and family, and Reo is your boyfriend, albeit in name only. But something about his presence makes you feel hyper-aware of his every move. Not that you could ever let him know that.
“What do you think is best?” he muses.
“You can choose,” you say.
“What about that one?” Reo points to a hunk of pork, and you drop it into your basket.
“Sounds good,” you say, quickly moving away from the frozen meat, but the memory of Reo’s warmth isn’t as easy to shake off.
You skim through the aisles of dry goods, picking up items that you remember were running low in your kitchen pantry. Reo follows, and he pauses in front of a row of glass bottles.
“There are so many different brands of soy sauce,” he says. “The chef usually just gets the highest quality brand.”
“Show-off,” you say.
“Hey! I’ll send you some, too!”
It’s not until you’re in front of the snacks that you stop, and spread your arms, as if presenting the rarest of delicacies. “All right, Reo. In exchange for your cooperation for today, you can choose one snack.”
“One snack,” he repeats.
“Yup! That’s what my mom used to say when we went grocery shopping. So I’m extending the honor to you. I’ll pay for anything you choose,” you emphasize. “So choose wisely!”
Reo’s hand skims over the row of snack boxes. “Which one would you recommend?”
“The chocolate mushrooms,” you say immediately. “I got them all the time as a kid, and my sister and I used to fight over who got to eat them, since our mom wouldn’t buy more than one box.”
Reo neatly slides out a yellow box with dancing chocolate mushrooms. “Then this is the one I want.”
“Are you sure?”
“My partner recommended them,” he says primly. “Why not?”
It’s only until you’ve paid for everything, stringing plastic bags alongside your arms (Reo valiantly offers to take a few after failing to persuade you to let him pay for the groceries with his card), that you can slide out Reo’s snack and proffer it to him.
“Thank you, my lovely assistant,” you say, “For braving the perils of the grocery store for me.”
“It was fun. I’ll come with you again, if you want.” He rips open the box, then offers it to you.
“What are you doing?”
“Take some.”
“But it’s your reward,” you protest.
Reo snorts, then shakes out a single chocolate mushroom onto his palm, pinching the biscuit stem between his forefinger and thumb, holding it in front of your mouth. “It’s my reward, so I can do whatever I want with it. And I want to give some to you.”
Without hesitation, you open your mouth, and Reo throws the mushroom in. A familiar chocolatey flavor spreads inside your mouth. Somehow, it tastes sweeter than it usually does.
—
Over the next few weeks, you and Reo settle into a comfortable rhythm. He comes to pick you up every evening, though your brother still has a habit of pressing his face to the living room window to ogle Reo’s various cars. Most of the time, your job at parties is just standing by Reo’s side, occasionally intercepting when someone asks him an uncomfortable question and pulling him away. People tend to ignore you, too, treating you as Reo’s tagalong– which, to be fair, you are. Still, any insults are soothed over by the delicious food you pile up high on your plate, though Reo will steal a bite or two if you’re not careful, despite you pestering him to grab his own plate.
Sometimes, you and Reo exchange glances out of the corner of your eye when someone says something particularly weird. It’s startling how fast you’ve learned to read him and pick up on every little change in his expression. He’s emotional and expressive, and though he doesn’t wear his heart on his sleeve, his moods are still easy to read. He’s a little petty, sometimes, and he holds an assured view of his own success. But he’s easy to tease. You like him, a lot more than you want to admit.
However, one particular party in August shatters the routine you and Reo have set.
For one, this party is held in a mansion, a multitiered decadent cake of a building, with famous paintings and expensive statues dripping from every corner. Hell, the guest list is more famous than you’re used to: celebrity actors and prestigious families from old money, and bodyguards hovering at every angle. Even you can feel the oppressive atmosphere, as much as you try to joke it away.
“Be right back,” Reo says, sighing. He flicks his head at an old man trying to catch his gaze. “One of my father’s board associates.”
“Make sure to bring me a plate of food,” you tease.
“Right. Otherwise, you might go so hungry you’ll start nibbling on me.”
You glower at him, and Reo sticks out his tongue at you, before a professional expression rolls down his face, like a shutter slamming closed.
You don’t have much time to spend alone, though. Because just as Reo steps away, a couple draws closer to you, clad with matching crimson jewelry, and with a posture so uptight and rigid you wonder if they would topple to the floor if someone were to bump into them. It’s uncanny timing, as if they were waiting for Reo to leave, but you smile politely.
Neither attempt to smile back at you. The couple’s eyes gleam like the sheen of a shark’s. Ah. They’re looking for trouble. There’s nothing to protect you from their sharp toothed smiles and narrowed gazes. Reo has vanished out of sight, and no one else seems particularly interested in your predicament.
“So, you’re Mikage-san’s date?” the woman asks politely. “How… quaint.”
“Yes,” the man butts in. “He rarely brings anyone to dinner with him, in all the time we’ve known him, and his parents.”
“My endless charm must have captivated him,” you joke, but the couple only raises their eyebrows.
“Hm. Well, it’s just strange that he would take a liking to… you,” the woman sniffs. “What family are you from?”
“I… My family? Well, I don’t think you would have heard of them.”
“I see,” the man says, with enough disdain that it shreds your bravado to pieces. “I’m not surprised you approached Mikage-san, then. Flies are always attracted to honey, eh? What I’m curious about is how on earth you managed to sink your hooks into him.”
“My hooks?” you say. “Well, no hooks were involved. We just hit it off, and–”
“No need to lie,” the woman intones. “It’s quite unbecoming, though I understand that people of your class can’t help themselves. No manners. No grace. To think Mikage-san would pass up an engagement with our child to chase after… you.”
“Ma’am, I think there must be some kind of mistake,” you begin, but then falter. They were still watching you with keen interest, and your chest tightens. They want you to slip up so they could twist whatever you say and humiliate you, like cats toying with a mouse.
More than that, whatever you say could be used against Reo. What was their relationship with him? It sounds like they’ve known him for a long time. Were they people he couldn’t risk offending? These people aren’t like Takei, a bumbling man trying to suck up to people wealthier than him. You could snark back, consequences be damned, but what if that hurt Reo somehow?
“What mistake are we making?” the woman prompts. “Do tell me.”
You select your words delicately, like you’re stringing pearls along a necklace. “Mikage Reo is a wonderful person. He’s a partner far better than I deserve, and I know this. And he’s cleverer than you give him credit for. I don’t think he would fall for cheap tricks or flirtations. No matter who I am, or what you think of me, I would like it if you didn’t imply that Mikage Reo is any less than what he is.”
The couple pales suddenly. Did your speech have such an effect on them? But a hand lands on your shoulder, and Reo’s voice echoes from behind you. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything, but I need to discuss something with my date.”
“Of course, Mikage-san,” the man stammers, all of his previous aggression gone. “By all means.”
There’s an uncharacteristically tight set to Reo’s jaw as he guides you to a balcony, arm pressed protectively around your waist. It’s not until there’s a layer of glass doors and gauzy curtains between you two and the rest of the party that he whirls around, eyes turbulent. His arm hasn’t moved an inch from your side.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” he grits out. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
You shrug your shoulders. “Oh, you know. I love when people are rude to me.”
“Stop joking around,” Reo says softly. “I’m serious, okay? You just– You could have said something! You’re my date. No one would… I could have said something. If you wanted me to.”
You let out a long sigh. Reo’s arm is still wrapped around your waist, and you impatiently shrug it off. Reo stares at the spot where his arm had once rested, as if not being able to touch you is the worst thing in the world. The fact that he’s sad for your sake– for you, his partner, his fake partner– makes you upset in ways you can’t begin to articulate. It was fine before. It was fun before, to mess around, to play in a world that isn’t really yours. Whatever you have isn’t real, so why does he act like it is? You even promised not to fall for each other. He was the one who suggested that clause.
“Are they people I can afford to offend?” you say tartly. “What sort of relationship do you have with them?”
“I would have covered anything you did–” Reo begins, but you shake your head.
“That isn’t the question. Are they people I could offend to afford? Are they people you need a good relationship with?”
Reo turns his head, and you have your answer.
“I’m not playing the same game as you, Reo,” you say. “This is your world. I’m just a regular person, and I don’t have family or connections or wealth to protect me. All I have is you, and conversely, anything I do can be reflected back on you. If I act out, then they would use me as an excuse to talk badly about you. I didn’t… want that.”
“So it was because of me?” Reo whispers. “ That you had put up with all of that?”
“I didn’t do it just for you,” you say hastily, “So don’t feel bad, okay? I was also looking out for myself, too. Come on, Reo, don’t make that face–” But before you can crack a joke to lighten the atmosphere, Reo pulls you into his arms.
For a few seconds, all you’re aware of is his cologne, some sort of calm, gentle fragrance, and his arms pressed tightly around you, as if he could shelter you from the world by pulling you as close to his body as he could. His hands, resting assuredly on your back. His chin, dipping into the crook of your shoulder. “Wh– What are you trying to pull, Reo?” you squeak, all witty comebacks and jokes fleeing from your head at his touch.
Reo pulls back, just enough so you can see his face, but his hands are still on your shoulders. And– Reo, confident, clever, level-headed Reo– doesn’t look like a self-assured CEO heir or your usual partner in crime. He looks exhausted. Sad. In a way that someone as beautiful as Reo should never look. “I’m sorry,” he says quietly.
“Don’t apologize,” you say gently. You lightly tap his chest with your fist. “Come on. You didn’t do anything wrong. You weren’t the one who insulted me, right?”
“No, I am in the wrong,” Reo says, and before you can move your hand away, Reo cups his hand over your fist, keeping it trapped against his chest. “I thought I could protect you, but that wasn’t what happened. You were the one protecting me.”
“Don’t be so self-deprecating. You’ve helped me a lot,” you scold. “Mikage Reo, we’re partners.”
“Right. Right, partners. We’re partners.” His lips curve into a smile, like the first rays of dawn breaking over the horizon. Reo is so unfairly beautiful, and why does he look especially beautiful when he’s looking at you?
This is dangerous territory. The world is shifting beneath your feet, and you don’t know if you’ll like where you’ll end up when it stops moving. You open your mouth and hastily add, “Because of the contract, you know? We made a promise.”
“The contract. Off course. We did make an agreement,” Reo says, but the warmth in his smile has burnt out, and no longer reaches his eyes.
“Right.” You shiver, and without a word, Reo shrugs off his suit jacket and drapes it across your shoulders. “Reo, you don’t have to…”
“It’s chilly during the summer,” Reo says simply. “I can’t have my… partner getting a cold. Let’s just call it a night.”
You crumple the silky fabric of his suit. It’s still warm from Reo’s body heat. “But the party–”
“Forget about it. You’ve already done your part. Just get some rest, okay? I’ll send you home.”
Reo ushers you through the party, warding off guests with a perfectly placed “my partner isn’t feeling well” and a pleasant smile– his business smile, nothing like the ones he shows you– and then you’re in Reo’s limousine. The two of you are silent on the way back. The streetlight flashes stripes of golden light across his face, but you still can’t tell what he’s thinking. For your part, outside of these quick glances at Reo, you stare out the window, at the lights of the city smearing across the glass.
When you stop by your house, it’s Reo who runs over to hold open your door and to offer you his hand as you step out. His hand lingers for a second longer than it has to before he pulls away.
“Have a good night,” Reo says.
“You, too. Wait, don’t you need your jacket back?” you ask, as Reo turns to go.
“No. You look nice in it. Just give it back to me next time.”
You open your mouth to make a joke about footing the bill, and how you don’t think you could afford the cleaning fees for his name brand clothing– but something in Reo’s gaze makes you bite your tongue. Instead, you wave. The last glance you have of Reo is of his silhouette, leaning against the car door, carefully watching you enter your house before he gets into his car and drives away.
—
For the next week, you keep staring at your phone, waiting for it to buzz. But there’s nothing but radio silence from Reo.
You’ve never felt more restless. Why hasn’t he called you? What do you do? Should you contact him first? Was he mad at you? He was definitely mad at you. You hurt him somehow, with your big mouth. But what were you to each other, really? Strangers? Not really. Friends, maybe. A couple? Definitely not. Somehow, your relationship has slipped out of the neat boundaries you’ve set at the beginning of the summer. It’s uncontainable, something formless and vague, neat labels sliding neatly off of it.
This was supposed to be a relationship of convenience, just a summer fling at most. Two strangers, helping each other out. There was a clear expiration date. Did you have any right to push him? To call him? To mend this?
You just wanted to have fun. Fun wasn’t supposed to come back and bite you in the ass like this. Fun wasn’t supposed to lead to either of you getting hurt. Fun wasn’t supposed to be Reo looking at you like that, like he… cared about you, more than he had to. It was supposed to be easy. Why wasn’t it easy?
He was the one who said that you weren’t his type. To be fair, he wasn’t really your type either. He wasn’t, but… his smile. His teasing words. His hug, tight and desperate, as if he never wanted to let you go. You said you weren’t going to fall for each other. You weren’t supposed to. You aren’t supposed to like him, not in this way. It was even in the stupid contract.
You pace around the living room, thoughts spiraling unendingly in your head, wearing a hole in the carpet as your siblings stare at you, unimpressed.
“Can you stop? I’m getting dizzy,” your brother complains.
Your sister slaps him on the arm. “Stop it. Their boy toy ghosted them, so now they’re sad. Let them mourn.”
“Eh? How’s that my business? Just call him, dork,” your brother commands. “Or show up at his house with flowers or something. Just stop moping.”
“You are so tactless. What the hell is–”
You skirt out of the living room, your siblings’ voices trailing behind you as they bicker. It’s not as if Reo needs to text you. It’s not a big deal. He could just be busy. It’s not as if you’re really his partner or something. You’re just– some person he hired for the summer. That’s all your relationship is. You can’t get disappointed now, not when you drew the line in the sand first.
You sigh, falling into a crouch, staring morosely at your phone screen– before it lights up with an incoming call, and you press answer so fast there’s no time for the ringtone to go off.
“Reo?” you breathe.
“Hi.”
“I thought you were dead! Why didn’t you call me? Or text? I mean, I know you’re busy as a corporate heir, but–”
“I’m sorry,” he says softly. “Are you free right now?”
“Yes? Why?”
“Can you come outside?”
“Uh, yeah. But why didn’t you just text me if you were coming to visit?”
“I wanted to hear your voice.” A pause. “Just forget I said that, okay? See you soon.”
Your heart pounds as you stare at the disconnected call, before you dash up the stairs to check your appearance in the mirror and maybe change to a cuter outfit. A few seconds later, you’re out the door, shoes still half on, and sprinting right into Reo, his car pulled right up to the curb.
“What’s up? Is there a party you want to talk about?” you say, breathless.
Reo opens his mouth, closes it, and then fumbles for the handle of the car door. “Do you want to go somewhere else?” he says, avoiding your eyes.
“Sure,” you say easily. You can sense more than see your brother and sister pressing nosily against the window. No doubt they’d pester you about what was going on when you got home.
The car ride is tense. Reo doesn’t talk to you, and instead stares outside the window the whole time. Is he steeling himself up for something? He glances at you occasionally, then glances away. You circle the same block twice before you impatiently ask the driver to simply drop you off at a random street.
The heat is like a heavy blanket over the city, the perfect embodiment of summer. Somehow, you end up in a nice little plaza. There’s a fountain gurgling behind you, and children playing in the shade under the trees. People stream by, and it’s only you and Reo who are frozen in place.
“What is it that you called me for?” you say.
“What?”
“You have something to say, right?”
Reo looks uneasily out at the sea of people under the blistering sun. “Let’s end our contract,” he says quietly.
You must have misheard. The heat is warping the air in front of your eyes. “Why? There’s still a few weeks left, right?”
“I’m terminating it early.”
“You can’t decide that on your own,” you say indignantly, but your hands are clammy. Your voice comes out reedy and thin, even to your own ears.
“It was going to end eventually. Ending it a few weeks early is no big deal,” he says curtly.
“Why now, though? Is it because of what happened at the last party?” you break in. “That’s no big deal. I can handle people like that.”
“You shouldn’t have to,” he snaps.
“Huh?”
Reo runs a hand through his hair. “You shouldn’t have to put up with people like that.”
“I don’t care.”
“I do,” he says. “I don’t like– I don’t like seeing you hurt.”
“But–!”
“And you’re just doing this for fun, right? It’s not like you have to go with me. If it stops being fun… if it starts making more trouble for you than what it’s worth… you should just leave. It’s like you said,” he says. “This is a contractual relationship.”
What can you say? You and Reo are just… what, exactly? Strangers in a business relationship? Friends, who only came together out of a twisted coincidence? He wasn’t your real boyfriend. You were just acting in a play, and at some point, the curtains had to fall.
“I won’t bother you with something like this again. Just… consider our agreement over, okay? You don’t have to pretend to be my partner anymore.”
He turns, and overwhelming desperation seizes you. If you let him go now, something will change forever, and you’ll never see him again. You’re certain of it. Reo is doing this out of consideration for you. It’s a kindness on his part, but you hate it. You hate it so much you can barely breathe.
“Wait!” He stops. All you can see is his back. What can you say? What sort of joke, or clever remark? What easy thing can repair your relationship? Nothing comes to mind. There’s nothing left, nothing but the truth. “I… I like being with you, Reo. I know I said I want to do whatever is fun, but… the most fun I’ve ever had is by your side. So don’t just… don’t just say it’s over. Was it not fun for you?”
You take a step closer towards him. He doesn’t back away. Another step. All you can hear is the gurgling of the fountain now, and all you can see is Reo. Reo, as beautiful as the sun.
His ears are red. Reo finally turns towards you, averting his gaze from yours, his hand covering his mouth. “Of course I like being with you. I just can’t be your fake boyfriend. I can’t do that anymore. I’ve already broken the contract. I… About you, I…”
Call it fate, or a coincidence. But at that moment, a passerby bumps into you, causing you to stumble. You yelp, your knees hitting the edge of the fountain, and Reo, alarmed, tries to grab you– you only manage to grasp his arm before you tumble over. Reo goes down with you. A wave of water splashes over the fountain as you flail, you and Reo fumbling for purchase. The two of you end up more soaked with every attempt to straighten yourselves, and it’s all just so ridiculous.
Laughter bubbles up out of you, and you can’t stop, even though everyone is staring at the two of you. You’re drenched, water streaming down your face, dripping from your clothes. Maybe this is what your hoodie feels like when you run it through the washing machine.
Reo lies beneath you in a pool of fountain water, your arms on either side of his torso. You’re sheltered in the circle of his open legs. His hair is plastered to his face, his expensive cotton shirt clinging to his body, and you carefully tuck a strand of hair behind his ear, but it’s all in vain.
“I can’t believe this,” you snicker. “Imagine the headlines. Mikage heir, found diving in a Tokyo fountain!”
“Oh, shut it,” he mutters, but you only laugh harder.
Suddenly, his hand cups your face, a tentative gesture. His thumb is so close to your lips. If he moves an inch, he’d brush them. Your laugh quiets. “What’s wrong, Reo?” you say, but your heart is pounding like a flock of birds lifting up in flight.
“You’re beautiful,” he says simply, as if it’s the only truth in the world. “Tell me if you don’t want this.” He’s face to face with you now, and you’re acutely aware of the way his gaze lingers on your lips. “Tell me if you don’t want me. Push me away right now.”
Oh, to hell with it. You lean forward and crash your lips onto his, urgently gripping his face with both your hands. It’s a terrible first kiss. There’s the taste of rusty water, and he’s slack at first, awkward, as you try to move against his lips. But then Reo circles his arms around your waist and pulls you closer, and now he’s kissing you back. He breaks apart only to connect again, desperate as if this is his one and only chance. Like stars colliding, all you can think of is this. Of him. Of the summer heat, lingering even when you part.
“Reo. I like you,” you say, simply. “I want to date you. For real, this time. No contracts, or anything. Even though I’m not your type, apparently.”
He rests his forehead against yours. “Forget about my type, or the contract. I don’t care anymore. I like you, too. I’ve liked you for a while now.”
“If you liked me, then why did you ignore me for a week?” you say indignantly.
“I was… I was nervous, okay? I mean, you shouldn’t have said our relationship was just a contract! I thought you didn’t like me!”
“Sorry, sorry. Both of us messed up, huh?” you ask. “Is there any way I can make it up to you?”
“Yeah, I can think of a few ways,” Reo mumbles.
He leans forward to kiss you again, and– “Hey! What are you kids doing in that fountain?! That’s public property!” A policeman yells.
Oh, shit. You totally forgot you were still in public, in the middle of a fountain. But there’s no time to think. Reo grabs your hand, and the two of you scramble up, splashing water everywhere as you jump out of the fountain and run down the streets. Everyone is staring at you, but who cares? Summer is almost over, and you deserve to have some fun with your boyfriend.
#liya writes#blue lock#mikage reo#reo mikage#blue lock x reader#mikage reo x reader#reo mikage x reader#blue lock reo#bllk#x reader#bllk x reader#3rd entry for my bllk seasonal shoujo fic!!#longest one ive ever posted. reo im going to kill u for making me write so much
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heartslabyul boys with a dormmate (male) who is allergic to sugar,
Like his allergy is terrible, if he consumes too much sugar he could end up dying, even if he eats little he gets an extremely irritated throat, so during birthday parties he just drinks tea or eats some fruit that was left on top of some cake or pie.
I ended up making this one gn because I noticed I didn't use any gendered terms lol
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Summary: Due to a rare health condition, consuming sugar can be extremely dangerous for you. To the tea party-loving Heartslabyul boys, this is something new.
Riddle/Trey/Ace/Deuce/Cater + gn!reader (SFW)
Riddle Rosehearts
• this boy would be VERY cautious
• like he'll make sure there isn't even any sugar near you
• he watches the more mischievous Heartslabyul boys closely so they won't accidentally slip you any sugar
• "Trey, please tell me there isn't any sugar in the tea?"
• feels a bit sad that you can't eat his favorite pies
• he kinda relates to not being able to eat sugar, though for different reasons (*cough* his mom *cough*)
Trey Clover
• he can't really make his standard desserts for the party with less sugar, so he makes an exclusive sugar-free dessert for you
• if you do accidentally eat sugar, he takes the best care of you
• he doesn't want you to just sit there during the Unbirthday Party while everyone else is having fun with the cakes, so making something for you was a must for him
• these desserts have actually become so popular with other Heartslabyul students that he now has to make them in higher quantities
• has definitely offered to make a cake that has oyster paste instead of sugar in it (ahem)
• the perfect mix of cautious and lighthearted
Ace Trappola
• has definitely tried to make you eat sugar before
• immediately stopped his attempts once you told him off
• helps Trey make the sugar-free desserts & sneaks out a few fruits for you
• has secretly googled your condition & done A LOT of research on it
• picking out snacks for your birthday usually ends up with Ace secretly calling Deuce and discussing sugar, too (see: Deuce)
• "Naww, Y/N! Such a pity that you can't have a bite of MINE! But... hehe, I can still have a piece of YOURS, right? Pleaaase?"
Deuce Spade
• he forgot it the second you told him for the first time or mixed it up with someone else
• has accidentally gifted you sugary snacks before (you luckily noticed) & got made fun of by Ace
• however, he has improved a lot and now pays extra attention
• when buying snacks for you, he has semi-aggressive phone calls with Ace ("You think I can buy this?" — "Dude, are ya crazy! Too much sugar for sure!")
• somehow doesn't trust anyone around you & always keeps a few dessert toppings for you
• helps Trey make the sugar-free desserts for you
Cater Diamond
• like Ace, he has definitely googled your condition, but he did it the very second you told him
• didn't have any strong feelings on it as he dislikes sugary sweets and could go his whole life without much sugar
• actually grew to like Trey's exclusive sugar-free desserts
• he honestly doesn't care about it tbh (unless you've accidentally had sugar and are having complications because of it)
• he DOES gift you really healthy sugar-free snacks regularly
• "Heeyy Y/N! Look here, Vil advertised these on his Magicam and I HAD to buy them! Wanna have one?"
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Third Years Finding Your Diary (Part 1/2)
I'm back, continuing my first post with the third years since it did so well on here (Thank you all so much for the love on it, btw ❤️).
A little note before I begin, the third years (and second years if this post and the next one do well on here too) will be split into two parts to keep me from getting too overwhelmed by writing for so many characters (my mistake for the first part haha 😅) .
This part will be including Trey, Cater, Leona and Vil. The remaining four third years will be in Part 2.
The same headcanon set for the first years can be accessed here, and the one for the remaining half of the third years can be found here once I get it posted (hopefully by the end of next week).
Headcanons are under the cut!
That should be all for now, and as always, I hope you enjoy!
With love, Daisy
Trey Clover -
- although this habit was much worse when he was younger than he is now, Trey sometimes misplaces his glasses
- with him being near-sighted as fuck without them, he'll have to have his face a few inches away from whatever it is he's trying to read
- (totally not Daisy projecting here, nope not at all)
- it doesn't help that the cover of the Alchemy textbook and your diary are almost the exact same color
- so after you left to go find materials to practice making the potion for an important group project for Crewel's class, he decided to take some notes based on the textbook passage about the potion you were both trying to make
- unfortunately, you were both in the laboratory at that time, meaning Trey had to take his glasses off
- when he tried to grab them from his pocket so he could read the textbook, they were nowhere to be found
- he ended up shrugging it off and grabbed the book closest to him to start reading it
- he grew more confused once he was able to make out something about a certain dim-witted duo from his dorm in your handwriting
- it wasn't until he stumbled across his own name that he realized his error
- unfortunately for him, you were right behind him holding his glasses in one hand and one of the tools you needed in the other
- "Hey, I think you dropped these. Also, is that my diary?"
- "..."
- cue him apologizing repeatedly and offering to make you your favorite dessert in order to have your forgiveness
Cater Diamond -
- Cater knew stepping foot into the Mostro Lounge one day for some amazing Magicam pics meant he'd be paying some kind of price....
- ... but he didn't expect to be asked by the Leech twins to find some piece of blackmail material on anyone of his choosing!
- he frantically tried to find anything, ANY embarrassing story that the twins didn't already know about his dorm mates, but of course, either they refused to willingly give him any information or they told him something the twins already knew
- thinking he was doomed, a glimmer of hope appeared in the form of a plain-looking book abandoned on a library table, no other belongings nearby indicating that someone was sitting at the table
- attempting to make it look like he was trying to find the owner, he discovers it's someone's diary
- Perfect! But whose is it?
- He flips to a random entry to find a whole treasure trove of information about the writer's admiration of a man by the name of "Hornton"
- Hornton? Why does that sound famil- Wait... this is the... oh no.... Oh no, it's the Prefe-
- "Well, well. Looks like this unfortunate soul was desperate in looking for a way to repay us, Floyd~"
- "Hehe, sure does! I'm surprised, Sea Bream! I didn't think YOU of all people would stoop so low as to snoop into someone else's diary!"
- "We were only kidding when we told you to find us some secret we didn't know, but it appears you gave us one anyway~"
- Shit...
Leona Kingscholar -
- It might not seem like it, but this lazy lion is more perceptive than meets the eye
- so it took him no time to notice you carry around this small notebook with you to pretty much every class
- It frustrated him since he's been wondering what it was, but never got around to asking you and whenever he got the energy to take a glance whenever he saw you writing in it, you always promptly slammed the book shut
- Seriously, what's so important to that herbivore to try to keep something from prying eyes?
- he finally got his chance one day during lunch after you were suddenly dragged away by Ace and Deuce, forcing you to leave your stuff with him in the greenhouse
- he opened the book to find your handwriting, a random entry talking about your change in feelings towards him
- "I don't understand how or why, but watching Leona at spelldrive practice on my way back to Ramshackle... I can never get that image of his overpowering motivation out of my head...."
- Wait, did he read that right?
- He doesn't immediately show it, but his constant rereading of that entry is enough to have his mind spinning until he hears a loud cough.
- "Uh... Leona? What are you doing with my diary?"
- Damn it, caught red-pawed.
Vil Schoenheit -
- Considering that his profession usually puts out a bit too much of his personal life out for everyone to see, Vil understands how important it is to have at least one thing to keep all to yourself.
- so he's not the type to go snooping into your personal things without your permission.
- Being tricked into reading personal things, on the other hand? Quite easy to do considering his dear vice housewarden.
- Your mistake was trusting Rook Hunt - of ALL people - to keep an eye on your things while you and Epel were dragged off by Ace and Deuce for who knows what chaotic endeavor.
- With Rook being Rook, it didn't take him long to find your diary and read it cover to cover.
- He then starts a conversation with his precious Roi du Poison about his findings, cleverly disguising them as beauty tips he'd randomly stumbled across.
- Vil goes along with it, not putting much thought into Rook's words until you and Epel return moment later.
- "Why am I not surprised that you read my diary? But did you REALLY have to do it with Vil in the room?"
- Despite his fury at his vice housewarden, Vil somehow maintained a calm composure while apologizing to you on behalf of both him and Rook, albeit still blushing a bit from the many compliments you'd written about him.
#twisted wonderland headcanons#twisted wonderland#twst#twst headcanons#roses#lion's tails#apple blossoms#trey clover#cater diamond#leona kingscholar#vil schoenheit#heartslabyul#savanaclaw#pomefiore
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Had to come to your inbox to show you this because in my head this seems very cathie coded, mostly the chorus 😭🤧
Like oblivious, maybe in denial Cater singing this to her??👀👀 Also a bit cringe I know but hey Austin and Ally was a very dear show to me when I was younger sksjskskk
Hello Mah! ☆
AHHHHHH!! THIS IS SO CATHIE CODED OH MY GOSH!!! ♡
I've never seen Austin and Ally before, so I didn't know about this song!
All I can think about is Cater writing this song for Ruthie back when he was in denial of his feelings, and he presents it to the Pop Music Club so they can perform it at their next show. He would be staring at Ruthie (who's at the front of the crowd) as he sings it ♡
So, here's a Cathie fic about it! Enjoy! ♡
(It ended up WAY longer than I thought it would be lol)
⋆ 𝓒𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓮: 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓐 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 ⋆
⋆ The Pop Music Club was sitting in their club room, eating snacks as they talked. They had a show coming up in a few weeks, and were debating on what to perform. There were certain songs they would always play, but this time they wanted to do something different, to really make the show stand out. Lilia suggested they try a new genre, while Kalim suggested they incorporate a new instrument. Cater didn't really have any suggestions, scrolling through Magicam for inspiration. While scrolling he comes across a new post from Ruthie, a picture of her pet hamster Raisin with his cheeks stuffed, a sunflower seed in his hands. In the post Ruthie coos about how cute he is, a smile coming to Cater's face as he likes it.
⋆ As he continues scrolling he comes across fan edits, dancing videos, comedy skits, memes. He was about to switch apps when he comes across a post, a girl gushing about how her partner wrote a song for her, as a surprise for her birthday. The post includes a short clip of them singing to her, the girl standing there in shock for a moment before looking like she could cry. In the comments everyone talked about how romantic it was, some saying how they wished they had a partner like that.
⋆ A sudden thought occurs to him, looking up from his phone and turning towards the others as he suggests, "Why don't we try writing our own songs?" Kalim and Lilia look to each other for a moment before agreeing, the two of them excited at the idea of writing their own song. After eating a few more snacks and talking for a little bit longer, they go their separate ways, each of them needing to have a song written for their next club meeting.
⋆ Cater stretched in his desk chair, sighing. He had been staring at his computer for a few hours now, a blank word document in front of him. He kept thinking and trying yet a song just wouldn't come to him, getting up from his chair. He grabs his phone and earbuds before moving to lay on his bed, needing a break. He scrolls through Magicam as he listens to music, liking and sharing certain posts. He sees a post from the bakery in the village near Night Raven, announcing new items they would be adding to their menu soon. One of the items is a dessert that seems to be trending right now, everyone talking about how good it is.
⋆ He smiles as his mind immediately goes to Ruthie, knowing how much she loves sweets. Without thinking he shares the post with her, sending another message right after that asking if she'd like to go with him when the bakery debuts their new desserts. It takes a few minutes before she responds, but her reaction was what he expected, telling him she would love to go with him and how excited she was to try the desserts. Her message had a mix of heart emojis throughout it, something she always did. Their was one particular heart emoji she seemed to use more than the others, Cater putting it next to her name in his phone. He did it because the heart emoji reminded him of her, that's all. There was no other reason. (At least, that's what he keeps telling himself)
⋆ It's a few days later when the bakery debuts their new desserts, Cater waking up early knowing how busy they will be. Ruthie was waiting for him outside campus, standing at the entrance gates. She was dressed more casually than usual, wearing a black long sleeved shirt tucked into a pink knee length skirt. She paired the outfit with the stockings and black Mary Janes she usually wore, her favorite headband on her head to match. Cater couldn't help but stare, thinking how good she looked. When she noticed him she ran over to him, thanking him again for inviting her. Cater wasn't paying attention as she continued to talk, eyes focused on her mouth. There was just something about that pink lip gloss she always wore that he was drawn to, tempting him. It makes him want to...
⋆ He shakes his head, stopping himself from continuing that thought. They make their way to the bakery, talking and laughing along the way. As they pass by a house Cater catches a glimpse of their reflection in the window, the sight almost making him stop. He never thought about how Ruthie holds onto his arm whenever they go somewhere, enjoying having her close. But seeing their reflection, how she holds onto his arm, looking up at him as they talk, he couldn't help but think...
We look like a couple
⋆ It doesn't help that others would mistake them as such, strangers calling Ruthie his girlfriend or his dorm mates telling him to enjoy his "date". Trey had even complimented his appearance that morning, asking him what he was dressed up for. They're wrong, Cater thinks. We're just friends. Yet, the idea of them being "just friends" hurt, Cater choosing not to linger on it.
⋆ There was already a line when they got to the bakery, having to wait around fifteen minutes before they could enter. Cater's attention was drawn to the dessert that was trending, ordering it to take a picture for his Magicam. Ruthie went to order one as well before Cater stopped her, reminding her that she could just eat his. She laughed, saying she forgot and thanking him. Once they got their dessert they went to sit outside, not wanting to stay in with how packed it was.
⋆ It was a nice day out, the table they chose giving them a nice view. Cater took the dessert out of it's container, setting it up so that it looked good. He used the natural lighting to help take his photo, immediately uploading it to Magicam. When he looked up from his phone he noticed Ruthie sitting across from him, eyeing the dessert eagerly. His heart raced as he told her he just needed to take one more photo before she could dig in, focusing on her rather than the dessert as he took it. As soon as he said she could eat it, she started digging in, making happy noises due to how good it was.
⋆ They stayed there for a while, Cater scrolling through his phone as Ruthie ate, talking and laughing in between. Whenever Cater saw a video or a meme he knew she would like, he would hold his phone out to her, watching as she tried not to choke on the dessert while laughing. Before they went their separate ways Cater gave her a hug, thanking her for coming with him. She hugged him back, telling him that she should be the one thanking him, considering he paid for the dessert. She promises him she'll treat him next time as they wave goodbye, Cater watching her go before heading back to Night Raven.
⋆ As soon as he got back to Heartslabyul Ace was there, a teasing grin on his face as he asked how his "date" went. Cater gave him a look, used to his behavior as he tells him it wasn't a date. After a moment he goes on, letting him know he had a good time, and that the dessert seems to be worth the hype. He heads to his room, running into Deuce along the way. He too asks how his "date" went, though his question seemed more genuine, Cater not having the heart to correct him. He breathes a sigh of relief once he's inside, immediately laying in his bed.
⋆ He did his best to relax, mind racing as he pulled up the picture he took of Ruthie earlier. It had turned out better than he thought, her eyes lit up as she looked at the dessert on the table. She looked almost like she was glowing with how the sun hit her face, her hands clapped together in excitement. She looked so happy, so cute. He had to resist the urge to make it his phone background, shaking his head. He sat his phone on his chest, holding his arm over his eyes. He just needed to calm down, everything would be alright. He and Ruthie were friends, they were only hanging out. They weren't dating, she wasn't his girlfriend, he wasn't...
He wasn't...
"I'm not in love with her" he mutters to himself, though his racing heart wants to prove him wrong.
⋆ It's in this moment that he realizes what he wants his song to be about, slowly getting up and moving to his desk. He writes what he's thinking, what he's feeling, using it as inspiration. After having to edit and rewrite it a few times he was finally happy with it, realizing how late it was when he checked his phone.
⋆ At their next club meeting Cater bursts into the club room, presenting the song he had written. Lilia gave him a knowing look as he read the lyrics, Kalim complimenting him on how good it was. After talking some more and discussing the songs Lilia and Kalim had written, they decided to perform the song Cater wrote, with him singing the lead vocals. As it got closer to their show date they began advertising it, posting on their socials and putting up flyers around campus. Ruthie even made a post on her Magicam about it, encouraging anyone would could to attend. She texted Cater the night before the show, telling him how excited she was, wishing them good luck. He tried not to think about how it made his heart skip a beat.
⋆ The night of their show the Pop Music Club was buzzing with excitement, a fairly large crowd coming to see them. As they went on stage Cater's eyes were drawn towards the front, right where Ruthie stood in the crowd. She waved at him, mouthing good luck as he gave her a small wave back. They did their usual introduction, playing some of the songs they were known for before playing the one Cater wrote near the end. He did his best to focus on different parts of the crowd as he sang, but he couldn't help how he would always go back to Ruthie, locking eyes with her more than once.
You're always on my mind
I think about you all the time
Um, no
Let's not talk about it
Drama, we can live without it
Catch a wave if we're bored
There's a clock we'll ignore
Find a way around it
Hey girl, I can tell there's something
Even when you say it's nothing
When you're playing with your hair
Like you just don't care
It's a tell you're bluffing
Now please don't take this the wrong way
I love the things you do
It's how you do the things you love
Well it's not a love song, not a love song
I love the way you get me
But correct me
If I'm wrong
This is not a love song, not a love song
I love the things you do
It's how you do the things you love
The way you sing it,
Put me through it
I guess I always knew it (I always knew)
I love the way you get me
But correct me
If I'm wrong
This is not a love song (not a love song)
Not a love song (I know it's not a love song)
Bonus scene:
⋆ After their show the boys headed backstage, ecstatic by how well their performance had gone. Lilia turns to Cater, a knowing smile on his face as he informs him, "You do realize that was a love song you wrote, don't you Cater?"
Cater stumbles for a moment, laughing awkwardly as he shakes his head. "It totally wasn't! I don't know where you got that idea from, Lilia!"
Lilia eyes shine with amusement at his response, asking, "Oh, really? Can I ask what the inspiration was for the song, then? Perhaps, you had someone in mind...?"
Cater was quiet after that, knowing his response wouldn't help his case. He couldn't say that he wrote the song thinking of Ruthie, after all. ♡
𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾! ♡
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Have princess and Lloyd ever celebrated his birthday together? Has she done something for him like how he pulled all the stops for her birthday? I feel like he’d be shy about celebrating his day but she would def show him how much he is loved by her 🥰
Thank you for the lovely ask!
I think Lloyd is a little reserved about his birthday. However, for Princess, birthdays are a big deal because her family always celebrated with dinner, cake, and presents. Lloyd’s impact on her life and his support as a friend and mentor caused them to grow closer, so when his birthday rolled around, she really wanted to help him celebrate. Working with him made her feel like Dr. Watson, trailing along with Sherlock Holmes on his adventures.
For the first birthday he had after you were hired, you were a bit nervous about surprising him. Though you’d thought a lot about what to get him, Lloyd wasn’t someone you could easily buy gifts for. He had a habit of getting himself anything and everything that caught his eye. Therefore, you leaned into your other options and decided the best way to celebrate his birthday would be with a meaningful gesture.
On Lloyd’s 39th birthday, you planned a picnic for Lloyd and his friends. You were aware of his grumpy attitude towards his birthday but didn’t let that hamper your enthusiasm.
That morning Bishop’s assistant had ordered him a birthday cake that was served at the morning staff meeting. You were proud of him for holding back his cranky comments until you were safely ensconced in his office and patiently listened to his grousing about cake being served before lunch. When you suggested he take a proactive approach and arrange for a vegetarian platter to be served next year, he sneered and declared that he hated celebrating his birthday. It wasn’t the best kick off to your surprise, so you warned him that you had something planned for this afternoon.
This information seemed to peak his interest and restored your hope that the catered picnic you’d arranged would go over well. Fortunately, you had a busy morning doing interviews at the courthouse in preparation for a mediation case that would be arbitrated next week. The distraction saved you from prying questions from the birthday boy.
As you drove back from the courthouse meetings, Lloyd sat in the passenger seat, absorbed in reading his notes.
“Are you hungry?”
He was so focused on his paperwork that he didn’t look up.
“Lloyd? Are you hungry?”
“Hmm? Yeah, I could use a bite.” You turned left at the park and Lloyd looked out the window. “This isn’t the office. Why are we here?”
“Happy birthday! I thought we’d celebrate with a picnic. Zach is picking up the food for me and he’ll be here in five minutes, so please don’t say no.”
*****
Lloyd helped you set up the picnic table with a plastic table cloth and set out the placemats before Zach pulled up in his Chevy Tahoe. Landon and Jake carried over the large cooler and unpacked the containers from Garden Table Bistro. It was Lloyd’s favorite lunch restaurant near the office. There were caprese salad skewers, an orzo salad, baked salmon filets, sweet potato fries, and eclairs, and lemon rolls for dessert.
“You arranged all of this for me?” Lloyd asked.
“Well, your birthday only happens once a year. It’s customary to celebrate the occasion with friends.”
“I’m aware of the practice,” he said dryly.
Zach had brought a football for after lunch and there was a debate over how teams should be divided. Jake had poor hand eye-coordination and so he was declared the referee. At Landon’s insistence you were paired with Lloyd to counterbalance his semi-professional skills.
Much to everyone’s surprise, you didn’t end up being much of a handicap. Landon and Zach tried to gang up on Lloyd, which left you wide open. His throwing arm was just as accurate as it had been when he was quarterback at Harvard and you caught the pass easily to score a touchdown. After that, the game remained deadlocked. When Jake finally called time, you and Lloyd won 0 to 1.
When the others left, Lloyd slung his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into a hug. His lips brushed your temple, setting off butterflies in your stomach.
“Thank you for today, Princess. I had a good time.”
“Really? You’re not just saying that? After you hated the cake this morning, I was worried about your reaction. If you want me to ignore your birthday next year…”
“Sweetheart, I haven’t had anyone around who wanted to celebrate my birthday for nearly thirty years. What you did was personal. It was for me. The cake they served this morning was only there because everyone wanted an excuse to stuff their faces with chocolate.”
“Does that mean I can start planning something for next year?”
Lloyd squeezed you. “I’d like that.”
“Awesome. You know, if someone had told me a year ago I’d be playing touch football with you on your birthday, I’d have told them to get their head checked.”
“We may not have gotten off on the right foot, but I’m glad you stuck around.”
You turned your face into his neck to appreciate the faint scent of his cologne mingled with sweat before stepping back.
“So am I.”
*****
By his 40th birthday you and Lloyd had grown much closer which was why you felt comfortable giving him a spa certificate for two. Of course, he invited you along as his guest.
You enjoyed a complimentary breakfast on the patio with herbal tea before soaking in the outdoor mineral pool. Lloyd had selected a Swedish massage while you went for the hot stone option. After your massages, you met in the garden for lunch before your mani-pedis and appointment with the esthetician for facials. The final event of the day was a relaxing hour in the sauna where you tried to avoid drooling at Lloyd’s chest muscles.
The day at the spa marked a shift in the intensity of your physical interest in Lloyd. You’d always been aware of him as an attractive man, but seeing his chest, arms, and legs up close and personal twice in one day left you with plenty of fodder for lusty dreams. Therefore, as enjoyable as your spa day was, for his 41st birthday you retreated to less personal territory and gave him a private tour of his favorite craft brewery and tap house in Maryland with three guests. You’d expected him to invite Zach, Jake, and Landon, but the latter ended up having plans with his girlfriend. In light of the group needing a designated driver and your well-documented aversion to beer, you’d ended up tagging along.
Your strategy of giving Lloyd gifts that focused around time and enjoyment made him feel valued because they were so personal. In the past he’d viewed his birthday as just another day, but thanks to your influence, it’s become his favorite day of the year. He spends the entire month prior to his birthday looking forward to whatever you’re going to think of next. There was an incredible sense of contentment that had taken root in his life since you’d become a part of it. His once chaotic existence now held some semblance of stability. It wasn’t that his wild mood swings and stubborn nature had been vanquished, but your support that had caused the difference. You gave him balance and helped him lean into his strengths instead of asking him to change - and that was a gift he was thankful for everyday.
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Thanks for the tag @sevenscreaminglizards! :DD helloo hello!
Get to Know Me
Relationship Status: Taken!! 💕💕 (My partner @precariii is very sweet and very talented, but not too active on tumblr, i care her 🥺) We've been together for over two years! Approaching three ✨
Favorite Color: I'm an absolute SUCKER for turquoise or like,,, different tints of blue-green. It's just so damn pretty. Reminds me of the ocean you see near more tropical areas.
Song Stuck in my Head: SAY THAT AGAIN I DIDN'T QUITE HEAR YA MESS WITH THE WRONG BITCH IN THE WRONG ERA I PACK A PUNCH YEAH I GOT MY BADGE OF HONOR HONEY I CHANGED SO MUCH SINCE I LAST SAW YAAAAA
Favorite Food: Hm. It's hard for me to say!!! I have MCAS which essentially makes it hard for me to eat a lotta different foods, but with what I can have I really like ham or spaghetti!!
Last Song I Listened to: Manners by Ashnikko!!
Dream Trip: It's not something I've really thought about too much, but I'd love to go to Germany some day 💕 I got some German blood in me, and I tried learning the language for a few years before all the different versions of the word "the" nerfed me. I'm still interested in all the different places to visit there :D
Last Show/Film Watched: GameGrumps,,,, I'm not sure if this counts LMAO. Outside of the youtube sphere of things, I've been binging Apothecary Diaries recently! It's so good. I love Maomao. She 💕
Spicy, Sweet, Savory: SWEET SWEET SWEET SWEET YUMMMM I LOVE snacking on and making desserts!!!!
Last Thing I Googled: Cater's family lore to make sure I was right about him moving frequently bc sometimes I get shit mixed up 😳
Tags, if ya wanna ofc!! Nno pressure :> @rizdoodls @stephiethewephie @cruel-acid @insomniiyac @puowei @precariii and anyone else who may wanna hop on the train!!!
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Corner Bakery Menu – Kitchen-Crafted Breakfast & Bakery Items
Corner Bakery Cafe is a fast-casual American Italian Bakery Café serving kitchen-crafted breakfast, lunch, dinner and catering to guests in a few states of the US and the District of Columbia
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The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 69 - Just Desserts
The Hot Girls take a break from fitness and have some brunch at a bar near their gym.
Ophelia's life update isn't the most cheery, but she's glad to have the support of her friends.
Libby: Feefs, I'm so sorry.
Becca: What a creep. Don't worry, guys like that always get what they deserve.
Ophelia: I hope so, but things don't always work out like they do in your books, Becca.
Becca: Don't remind me. Still waiting for Travis to tell me he's a secret prince.
Summer: Hector Laurent… That name sounds familiar. Guess I've heard you talk about him.
Ophelia: Well, I'd like to stop talking about him. He's not going to live rent-free in my mind.
Libby: Good for you, girl! Summer, how was the honeymoon?
Summer: It was perfect. I just wish I had one more vacation day from my doofus coworkers.
Libby: Aww, it can't be that bad!
Summer: My one caterer Mila is really getting on my nerves, considering how many complaints we get about her not actually cooking at her catering gigs.
Summer: Speaking of work, I've gotta head out. I've got a couple meetings at work today, so I'm going in early.
Ophelia gets up to hug her.
Ophelia: Bye, good luck!
Summer: Thanks, girly pop. Let us know if you need anything. Love you!
Summer got promoted to Head Caterer at Make-A-Dish shortly before she got engaged to Mark. She's settled into the role quite nicely. She loves bossing people around!
As she finishes up a call, Mila walks into her office.
Mila: Excuse me, Summer, but a potential client is here to see you.
Summer: I don't have my calendar pulled up. Did they give you a name?
Mila: Hector Laurent.
Summer: HECTOR LAURENT?!
That's why the name rang a bell.
Mila: I-I'm sorry, did I do something wrong?
Summer: For once, no. Send him in. I'm eager to talk to him.
Mila: Yes, ma'am.
Hector comes in, pleasant as ever.
Hector: This is a lovely office Miss…?
Summer: MRS. Eggleston. You must be Hector Laurent. I've heard a lot about you.
Hector: Good things, I hope!
Summer doesn't react to his joke.
Summer: Pull up a chair. Let's chat.
If Hector notices the stink eye Summer is giving him, he doesn't show it.
Hector: I've got a great business opportunity for you.
Summer: Enlighten me.
Hector: I run one of the most successful wedding venues out there and we're looking for a new caterer.
Summer: Fascinating.
Hector: This would be a great source of revenue for your catering team-
Summer: Oh, would it? I suppose technically it would be, since my employees would probably get a lot of money out of your pocket from harassment lawsuits.
Hector: Mrs. Eggleston, I-I don't-
Summer: Don't play dumb with me, Laurent. You thought word wouldn't get out that you tried to force your employee to woohoo you? If you think I'm sending my team into the lion's den, you're as stupid as that hat makes you look.
Hector: I think there's been a misunderstanding-
Summer: No, it's clear as day that you tried to take advantage of a woman you held a position of power over.
Hector: Who told you this? Was it Ophelia? You can't trust a word that harlot says!
Summer: Keep her name out of your damn mouth!
Hector: This is a highly unprofessional way to conduct business.
Summer: Good thing we're not conducting business then. Sounds like when this goes fully public, you won't have any clients for us to cater for anyway!
Hector: I'll gladly take my business elsewhere.
Summer: Good luck after the email I'm going to send out.
Hector: What's that supposed to mean?
Summer: Us caterers might be in competition with each other, but we do talk, you know.
Summer: No one going to send their employees to a known predator. I'm warning every restaurant from here to Sixam that you're not a safe client.
Hector: That's libel! I'll sue!
Summer: There was a witness to your misconduct. Plus, you knocked up an employee. You MADE evidence!
Hector: She didn't work for me at the time! My personal life has nothing to do with my business!
Summer: You sure made inappropriate workplace conduct your business!
Hector: You can't do this to me!
Summer: Blacklist you? Yeah, what kind of monster threatens to do that?
Summer: Now get the hell out of my office! Enjoy your time before you become a total pariah. And next time, think twice before messing with Summer Eggleston's friends, bitch!
Hector doesn't know what to do other than slink out of the office in shame.
Having no idea how much Summer just ruined a huge part of Hector's ability to operate his business, Ophelia has been blissfully working on improving her baking skill for New Skill Day. That better be a thank you pie for Summer, girl!
#The Sims#The Sims 4#The Sims 4 Legacy#The Lemon Legacy#TS4#The Sims 4 gameplay#sims 4#generation 1#ophelia#summer#becca#libby#hector#mila
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you’re not like anyone else i’ve ever met . + seren!!
Seren knew she was so incredibly lucky. She was sick as a dog, and there was Steve bringing her a plate of fresh cinnamon rolls for her, and a cup of coffee — basically catering to her every need.
"Don't get out of bed," he told her when she started pulling herself up on her bed.
"Just sitting," Seren said, then leaned against the headboard. "I'm sorry, lovey. I told you I don't get sick and then what happens?" Steve laughed as her nose scrunched. "I don't get sick," Seren reiterated, "This is some weird Celessian version of the flu!" She didn't lie when she said didn't get sick — in human terms. Her nom-human side apparently came with its own version of ailments, including an old fashion 'alien flu'.
"Whatever it is, you're staying in bed until you're better," Steve said as a stern warning. Already Seren had tried sneaking out of her room to prove that she was not sick. Unfortunately, she had thrown up a couple times and then ran constant fevers. After that, she had been sent straight to her room where Dr. Helen Cho — the only doctor that Seren semi-trusted and even then Steve still had to be in the room to make sure she didn’t suddenly lash out of fear and accidentally hurt someone — was able to check her out. Helen confirmed that Seren was going through a Celessian flu and needed to go on bedrest.
Seren had not been happy at all. As someone who despised doctors and anything medical related, getting sick was not on her agenda.
"Here…" Steve gave her the plate of cinnamon rolls and sat down beside her on the bed. "And you don't have to eat all of them, okay? Just as much as you can. There’s coffee too.”
"You're too good to me," Seren said with an honest-to-god pout. She knew he had made them — they baked together all the time and cinnamon rolls were their favorite. He’d self appointed himself as her personal chef and caretaker. Her pout deepened when she smelled the delicious scent of coffee on her night stand. “And you made coffee…”
Steve just smiled and kissed her hair. “It’s alright,” he planted another kiss on her cheek. He noticed that her emotions were a bit off — a side effect from this kind of flu, no doubt. Yesterday she burst into tears when she spilled a glass of water on him. Apparently, she thought that would be enough to drive him away.
In her right senses, Seren Soul would have laughed at that instead. She would've apologized of course, but tears would've definitely not been involved.
"You're not running any fevers anymore," Steve said, taking it as a good sign for the upcoming days. "You've been getting better so I'm sure this will pass quickly."
"Then why does it feel so agonizingly slow?" Seren said, making Steve chuckled. "It feels like everything is going ten times slower. I'm going ten times slower."
"You're just running a bit on the slow side but nothing out of the norm. Give yourself a break, Seren. You're sick —" Steve barely held his next laugh as Seren groaned. "You are. Relax. Rest."
"And leave all the work to you? How is that fair?" Seren was frowning now, even abandoning the idea of eating her favorite dessert in the world. She began to glare at the plate instead. "You're bringing me all this stuff, taking care of me, and what am I doing? Sleeping. Staying in my bed."
Steve couldn't hold it anymore. He laughed. "Seren, you're sick. You're supposed to be staying in bed. Trust me, I get what it's like. You need to stay in bed and conserve your energy." He reached for the fork on her plate and cut a piece of a cinnamon roll.
Seren watched him near the fork to her lips. She looked at him with an expression akin to 'really'?.
Steve chuckled again. "Take a bite, please."
Seren opened her mouth and took the bite. It was the sweetest cinnamon roll she ever tasted. She couldn't help but moan. "That's so good…"
"I'm glad," Steve said and went to cut another piece. One difference he noticed between a Celessian flu and an average flu was that Seren's taste buds and appetite didn't change. She ate almost everything he gave her.
"Steve, you’re not like anyone else I’ve ever met…" Seren said after another bite. "Taking care of me, feeding me, reading to me. You could be doing a thousand other things right now."
"The only thing I want to do is be right here with you," Steve said. "And then when you're better, we'll both get back to work."
"I like the sound of that…" Seren admitted, leaning her head on his shoulder. "You don't like being a solo captain anymore?"
"Nah, I much rather have my star with me." Steve wrapped an arm around her waist and brought her closer to him. "More cinnamon rolls?"
Seren nodded. Truthfully, she could eat the whole plate and more, and she knew that Steve would deliver if she asked. She felt like the luckiest woman.
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Xiying: *entering* Huangdi, the caterers were hired.
There will be over 100 types of meals and drinks, and 34 variations of cakes alone.
Yao: did you get his favorite desserts too?
Xiying: yes Huangdi.
Fuying: Huangdi, we ordered the decorations. And gave out invitations, as you ordered.
Yao: splendid. Please add the juniors, especially Jingyi in the list.
Fuying: yes Huangdi.
Yao: someone inform Rusong's staff that breakfast shouldn't be served to him, as I'll handle his breakfast.
Xiying: sure thing, Huangdi.
Mo xuanyu: awwww you're planning Dianxia's birthday??!
Yao: for the last week, yes. *smile*
Su she: oh that's why you send him to visit the Guanyin temple in dongying and spend a vacation in your mansion over there.
Yao: yup. So he can be surprised.
Also it's good that he goes and takes his Nainai's blessings.
Xue yang: everything will be so lit!!
Su she: duh. cuz we have a party planner Huangdi.
Mo xuanyu: Yao gege! The entire city had lanterns with Song'er's name on them. Just like how they did for you on 0220.
Yao: yas! The people here cherish festivals and important dates a lot.
Xue yang: they seem to adore you both a lot.
Mo xuanyu: Song'er is their favorite Dianxia!
The baby of the empire!
Yao: certainly. I wonder if he'll still be a baby when he's Huangdi in the future.
Mo xuanyu: obviously!
Fuying: Huangdi, Dianxia's indoor pool is cleaned, so if his highness wants to turn it into a pool party, he can.
Yao: you guys are doing a marvelous job.
And since that it's my Song'er's birthday, I'll give my whole staff a bonus and some ornaments.
Fuying: you're too kind and gracious, Huangdi.
Xue yang: more like too rich.
Yao: *smiling*
Mo xuanyu: what gift did you buy Song'er?
Yao: just a closet of new outfits, some homemade sweets, and some jewelry.
Xue yang: heehee. Is that all?
Mo xuanyu: it's Yao gege and Dianxia. Obviously there's something else.
Xue yang: he's a diva.
Yao: I bought him a mansion, around Moling.
Su she: awww.
Mo xuanyu: what a rich guy.
Yao: yea, rich and spoilt. But treats people right.
Su she: because he's raised by you.
Yao: *smiling*
Mo xuanyu: where's Lan lips?
Yao: maybe getting a gift for Song'er.
Su she: we'll beat him to it.
Xue yang: yea we'll beat him!
Su she: that's not what I meant.
Xue yang: we'll beat him afterwards!!
Mo xuanyu: let's go get some gifts for little Dianxia, before lipsy buys out the store.
Xue yang: Xichen is broke because of spending on Jiggy. How would he buy out the store!
Su she: you have a point.
Xue yang: literally all his money went to Jiggy.
Mo xuanyu: well that's a must.
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Next Day!! Rusong's birthday 🎂 🥳...
Rusong: *waking up, to see A-Yao, team dimple and a couple of attendants near his bedside.
Yao: happy birthday darling. *kisses him on his forehead*
Rusong: *hugs* thank you A-Die.
Attendants: happy birthday, Dianxia!
Team Dimple: happy birthday little Dianxia.
Rusong: thanks everyone. *smile*
Yao: *strokes his head* sweetheart, I arranged some food for you.
*feeds* it's your favorite dish.
Rusong: mmm. Love it, A-Die.
Yao: glad you do, baby.
*kisses hands* you have gotten so big. You grew so elegantly and well mannered. Also you're very powerful.
Rusong: thanks to you A-Die.
Yao: I'm really proud of you. And may you have a long, cheerful life.
Rusong: *hugs* A-Die. Did you celebrate your birthday at my age?
Yao: sadly no. But as your uncle Zish and I shared the same birthday, he used to sneak in birthday dumplings for me.
And then team D and Zewu Jun would wish me.
I have celebrated a lot when I assumed the role of hulijing emperor.
Rusong: as you should, Big Huangdi.
Yao: yea little Dianxia. Heehee.
Now you got to get ready for the party. I have invited all your friends, and gifted you with a new closet of clothes and accessories.
Rusong: awwww!!
Yao: and there's your gifted mansion in Moling.
Rusong: you got me an entire mansion?!!
Yao: as I should.
You deserve the best, Song'er.
Now freshen up, sweetheart. Friends and family are already on their way.
Rusong: ok.
In the banquet hall 📍.
Zixuan: Song'er, Song'er, Song'er!! *pinches cheeks* happy birthday, baby.
Rusong: thank you! Uncle Zish, those are my cheeks.
Zixuan: that's why I'm pinching them.
Yao: how cute!
Zixuan: our baby got so big.
Zixuan: how old is he? 5?
Rusong: uncle Zish, I'm now 17!
Yao: he's 7.
Rusong: *cutely* A-Die!
Huaisang, who came along as Zixuan's extra attendant: (the two most powerful and strict Huangdis who'll punish you if you do something bad, is adorably pampering a child. Surprising.
But it's Song'er and he's cute so.)
Zixuan: look. I got you some Hetian Jade tablets. Make whatever you want with it.
Rusong: thanks uncle Zish.
Yanli: happy birthday, Song'er. *hugs*
Here's a little lotus pendant for you.
Rusong: aww it's beautiful.
Huaisang: and the gift giving haven't ended yet.
Zixuan: obviously. He's A-Song, Hassang.
Huaisang: dage will arrive soon. You know he spoils him a lot.
Zixuan: as he must. Finally he's doing something resourceful than stressing out Foxy.
Huaisang: when I kidnapped Rusong, dage scolded me.
Zixuan: because you're wicked.
Yao: Zish, Saozi (sis-in-law), do you guys want some refreshments. Come sit.
Zixuan: sure.
Afterwards, A-Yao and Rusong sat together, while his harem members lined up to take a turn to offer their gifts.
Xue yang: Jiggy 2.0. Here's 500 taels in pocket money and couple of your favourite types of candy.
Rusong: aw thanks, uncle muffin.
Huaisang: how did xue yang get so much money?
Xue yang: from pole dancing for Dage. Anything else?
Mingjue: shameless.
Huaisang: *sigh* I'll stay quiet.
Yao: that's from his imperial allowance. I pay team dimple, Huaisang.
Rusong: Team D is filthy rich, lol.
Mo xuanyu: little Dianxia, my cutey pie! Song'er! A-Song! Mini dimples. I know that you love music, and can play various instruments. So I got you a Dizi flute.
Rusong: beautiful! Uncle mo. I love it!
Jiang cheng Song'er, here's a coral outer robe with flowered workings on it.
Rusong: aww, how thoughtful.
Jinling: wait??
Zixuan: doesn't A-ling have the same robe?
Yao: yes. Same details and everything!
That means that~~
Zixuan: A-ling and A-song will be matching!
Yao and Zixuan: Awwwwwwww.
Yao: they'll look so adorable!
Zixuan: Jiang cheng, you made us so happy.
Jiang cheng: the gift wasn't for you.
Zixuan: yea but it was mine and A-Yao's dream to dress up our children in matching outfits.
Yao: anyways, we did it before.
Jiang cheng: well yea I'm sure they will look cute.
Jinling: of course we will!
Rusong: heehee, of course.
Su she and Xichen: Song'er I brought you literature books.
Mo xuanyu: *gasps*
Both: *glancing at each other*
Xichen: Su she.
Su she: Zewu Jun.
My mortal enemy.
Rusong: guys, I love both your books. I'll read them in my free time.
Su she: Song'er don't worry. I'll deal with it.
Yao: it's an ancient rivalry after all.
Xichen: I see that you're still copying the Lans.
Su she: like I would ever copy you.
Xichen: I wanted to buy Song'er literature books.
Su she: how am I supposed to know that, Lan lips.
Xichen: sorry to say, but I think that my literature book is better.
Su she: you're not even the author. And do you even read these dusty books.
Xichen: was it dusty when you stole half our books.
Su she: Achoo!!
Yes it was.
And stop holding a grudge.
Xichen: we know that you're the king of holding grudges.
Su she: I could be whatever today. But Song'er deserves the best.
Xichen: then I declare a literature war!
Su she: Tao Te Ching.
Xichen: Golden Lotus!
Su she: Journey to the west!
Xichen: .......
Su she: Spring and Autumn Annals!
Xichen: classic of poetry!
Su she: A Life In Poetry!
Yao: tied!!
Rusong: *laughing* omg. I love all your books. You didn't need to fight.
Mo xuanyu: Minshan won!!
Xue yang: yea lipsy, Minshan definitely won!!
Mingjue: *hugs* Song'er.
Here's a pair of diamond studded brooches. And best wishes.
Rusong: *smile*
Mingjue: *whispers* you and Yao Huangdi are doing well right?
Not that I care.
Rusong: we're good.
Mingjue: is Huaisang stressing out the emperors?
Rusong: he's behaving for now.
Huaisang: dage I could hear you!
And Song'er I'm giving you one of my favorite fans.
Rusong: thanks uncle Sang.
Mingjue: tell him that you're sorry for kidnapping him.
Zixuan: and you better mean it.
Huaisang: I'm sorry for kidnapping you.
Mingjue: and you'll never do it again!
Huaisang: *sobs* and I'll never do it again.
Yao: right!
Su she: see how decent you look Huaisang.
Mo xuanyu: but you're still a disaster.
~~
Later on.
Jinling: A-Song! Happy birthday!!
Jingyi: *playfully punches him* Dianxia!!
Jinling: you're too rough.
Jingyi: you're not the boss of me.
Ouyang Zizhen: I bought you a gift.
Sizhui: happy birthday, Rusong.
Rusong: haha, thank you guys!!
Ouyang Zizhen: your A-Die's place is massive! Don't you get lost?.
Rusong: nop. I memorized the entire palace.
Jinling: he's gifted, Zizhen. Duh! And how would he get lost in his own house.
Jingyi: I got lost in the cloud recesses once.
Oh wait. I was drunk that time. Sizhui said he found me on top of Master Qiren's table.
Rusong: did Master Qiren catch you?
Sizhui: surprisingly no.
Ouyang Zizhen: lol.
Rusong: come guys, let's go eat. Then we can chill over at my place.
Ouyang Zizhen: woww, you have your own mansion??!
Rusong: yea. Two actually.
Jinling: duh!!
Jingyi: *mouth full* Rusong....Rusong. did you tell him yet?
Rusong: oh yes I did.
Jingyi: what did he say!!!
Rusong: he said to wait a bit and research on hulijings.
Jingyi: YASS!!! I'll do anything to be a Dianxia!
Jinling: *spits out some tea* Dianxia???
Jingyi: yes Jinling. What else?!
Sizhui: awww.
Ouyang Zizhen: you better marry someone rich and beautiful.
Rusong: he wants A-Die to adopt him.
Jinling: you....want to he my cousin?? Oh gosh. I need to drink some of Wei Da Jiu's emperor's smile.
Jingyi: like I want to be your cousin!!
Rusong: well you would be, Jingyi. Heehee.
Jingyi: guess that I'll pester princess Jin even more.
Jinling: don't you dare.
Sizhui: I think it would be cute if Huangdi adopts you.
Rusong: right!
Jinling: help lol.
Ruosng: let's try some food guys.
Jingyi: your roasted duck tasted amazing, Rusong.
Rusong: thanks to the caterers.
*tries a piece of cake* mmmm. Amazing!
Jinling: yea, it's really tasty.
Ouyang Zizhen: excellent chefs you got here. *gobbling down some shrimp dumplings*
Jingyi: where did you get that?! I want to taste it!!
Rusong: *eating fried rice and pork belly.*
Jingyi: loved the dumplings!
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In Tiffin Box Indian is a lunchbox used to carry a simple Indian meal. They are usually carried or transported to a workplace or school but can be found in homes as well.
Traditionally, a tiffin box consists of three or four stainless steel compartments that are stacked on top of one another and clamped down from the sides or top to hold all the food. They have a lid and side clip to prevent spillages, a handle for carrying, and are easy to clean. If you are looking for Indian tiffin then you should search tiffin service near me keyword on Google.
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Dabbawalas, a network of dhoti-wearing tiffin wallahs in Mumbai, provides a vital service of speedily delivering piping hot home-cooked lunches to office workers in the city. The dabbawalas use a complex system to get thousands of tiffin boxes from people’s homes and deliver them to the offices of their customers close to lunchtime. Today, tiffin service offers a variety of cuisines including Indian, Chinese, and even continental dishes.
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What Makes a Good Tiffin?
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What Can I Add to My Tiffin?
I often use a mixture of shortbread cookies and digestive biscuits in my tiffin recipes as they are both low in saturated fat, high in fibre, and easy to crush. Crushed graham crackers are also fine, though they will not have the same level of fibre as shortbread. You can get Indian tiffin service in London.
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