#I believe in him that his cakes will give you motivation and happiness

[psychopomparia]

Vyn’s cakes have the power of sweetness. You heard it here first. It will change your life (verified)

[chlorinecake]

“cake for breakfast?” ┈ ❊ ﹒ 🎀

⟢ pairing 西村力 x fem!reader ⟢ contains play fighting, teasing, mentions of food, a few kisses ⟢ 𝟕𝟗𝟎 words 🌷 now playing … 💌

Knowing your boyfriend Riki, it was never easy for him to wake up early, let alone without your assistance.

But today was different, considering how a certain goal in his mind gave him just enough motivation to get out of bed: Celebrating your birthday.

You’re still not even sure how Riki managed to do this, but he got you out of your place for the night, long enough for him to sneak back in and leave you a special surprise that morning before you got back.

“What the?” You thought to yourself, seeing Riki’s car parked outside your apartment.

That’s when you noticed him run down the stairs, a sweet smile on his face that soon disappeared behind the darkness of the blindfold he covered your eyes with.

“Riki, what’re you doing?” You asked, sticking out your arms to help guide you as you felt your feet start moving.

“Ahh, so you don’t greet me with ‘good morning, pooks’ anymore? I thought you loved me,” he smirked, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine against the chilly weather.

“Good morning pooks…” you said with forced enthusiasm, now feeling your feet approach the stairwell, “if I miss one of these steps by the way, my family will not hesitate to sue you- ahhh!!”

You felt yourself lift up from the ground, Riki carrying you bridal style as he walked up the stairs with you, your hands clinging to him like a scared kitten.

“Shhh,” he teased, giggling at your reaction, “unless you’re trying to wake up your neighbors…”

You sighed in relief as he finally put you down, almost in denial that he actually carried you up an entire flight of stairs like that.

You heard the front door click as he opened it with the spare key that you now partially regret giving him.

“We’re almost there,” he said, guiding you to your bedroom before stopping to untie the blindfold from behind your head, “okay, you can open your eyes now.”

It took a moment for your vision to adjust to the lighting, but once it did, you were left completely stunned.

Are string of sparkly lights decorated your window with clusters of bright balloons dangling at each end.

Your entire bed was circled by balloons, too, that sat atop the floor which was covered in sprinkles of confetti.

There was also a desk in the center of your room, a pretty cake and unlit candles all waiting for you.

“Happy Birthday, ____,” your boyfriend smiled from behind you, just as your eyes caught sight of the polaroid pictures tied above your bed of you and Riki over the years, “what do you think?”

“I… it’s… I can’t believe you did all this, Riki,” you said with shock, feeling your heart warm up the longer you looked at everything.

“Oh, I was asking what you’d think about me giving you birthday licks,” he chuckled, watch as you turned to see his hands lift you up again, plopping you on the bed as he playfully smacked your arm before stopping at five.

You looked him in the eyes with the confusion, “Riki.”

“What?”

“You stopped at five…”

“Oh, I didn’t think you’d want me to keep going,” he shrugged, cocking his hand back again to finish out your licks.

“No! I’m good, five is good,” you yelped with widened eyes, giggling a bit at his actions.

“Thought so,” he grinned, kissing you on the cheek before helping you up.

Riki eventually lit the candles on your cake, playing the birthday song for you on his phone as you blew out the candles, too happy to even bother making a wish, because what more could you possibly want in this moment?

“Cake for breakfast?” Riki offered, already holding the knife as he walked behind you again, guiding your hands to help you slice the cake.

“Awww, it has pink filling,” you smiled, just as he took a swab of the icing border with his finger for you to taste.

“Yep! And it’s your favorite flavor, too,” he added, watching as you tasted the icing, “thanks for not biting my finger this time…”

“Hey, that was an accident, and you know it…” You nudged, swabbing a bit of the frosting yourself to put on his nose.

He gasped at your actions, taking another swipe of icing to smear on your lip, giggling at the way you looked now.

“Guess I can’t escape your teasing… even when it’s my birthday,” you pouted, just as he cradled your face in his hands, turning your gaze to look up at him.

“Aww, don’t pout when you started it,” Riki smirked, just as his soft lips connected with your cake flavored ones, kissing you gently in front of the sparkly fairy lights as butterflies erupted in your stomach.

♡ For my sweet baby @microwvdstrawb3rri3s , first of all, MOOOOO 🐮, and second of all, Happy 17th Birthday !! May God bless you with many more moments to celebrate like this in the future !! ✨

♡ And for my usual taglist: : @squoxle @ashgonedash @nikisdubblchococake @yourmomscuntis2tighy @watamotee33

[santacoppelia]

The HUGE analysis - This season starts and ends with a discussion, doesn't it?

Ok, my loves. This was one of the really long metas I've been working with, and probably the one that has taken me the longest (because it depended a lot on rewatching the season time and again).

I couldn't help to notice that the fist interaction Aziraphale and Crowley have in season 2 is a fight, really. Yeah, we have the beautiful “in the beginning” sequence, with both of them being angels and happy and all the such (oh, how lovely, Neil Gaiman planting the seeds of why it will matter to us that Aziraphale will not be fighting the idea of inviting Crowley to Heaven, because he remembers that happy, careless guy). But after the intro, we see them having a big disagreement… And we end the season in the biggest disagreement they have had, probably, in 6,000 years.

I love over-analyzing and dissecting narratives and characters, and more so if I can use only what we’ve been shown in the screen. Therefore, I believe that the first fight of the season tells us a lot of the things we will need to know to understand the final fight of the season between them. Let’s take a look, shall we?

The first fight is motivated by having an amnesiac Gabriel in the bookshop.

They see the same circumstance: Gabriel in the bookshop means trouble with Heaven. He is also an individual risk, because he has menaced Aziraphale directly (well, Crowley under the visage of Aziraphale).

It affects each of them differently: even when they both panic, Aziraphale feels compelled to be kind to Gabriel (gives him a blanket and hot cocoa) while Crowley has a full-on panic induced reaction and gets defensive.

They propose opposite solutions: Azi wants to do the Good thing, taking the “higher road” (help Gabriel), while Crowley wants to do His Own thing: “Protect the precious, peaceful, fragile existence I have carved for myself”

At that moment, Aziraphale corrects him and marks a “we”, which is very interesting. But immediately after that, Aziraphale gets all "my way or the highway".

Crowley asks for clarification, with a well-leveled tone of voice: “Is this how it is going to go?”

Azi clarifies "no, I want you to help me!" But then he does the passive-aggressive thing: "if you won't, you won't". (oh, Aziraphale, how you triggered me here, my dear chap. I was angry at the character the first 6 times I saw this)

Therefore, Crowley is out. He marks a clear limit: “I won't. You are on your own”, and then storms out. No Eccles cakes would help him: he needs a breather and counting to 10. That doesn't help either.

Crowley only comes back after gaining an extra perspective: the "extreme sanctions" talk with Beelzebub.

When he comes back, Aziraphale will stand his ground: he feels he deserves an apology, which is delivered via a “I was wrong, you were right” literal admission (even when he probably wasn't "right", but that's their way... And they've been doing it since 1650, or so they say). Then they are able to work together again.

Now, let’s see how this dynamic plays out in their last discussion of the season:

They come from different sides of the same experience: Crowley went to Heaven to investigate and learned about the plans to continue with the end of the world, while Aziraphale stayed defending the bookshop. Then Crowley saves the humans, while Aziraphale solved the Beelzebub + Gabriel affair.

They haven’t had time to talk, as they get interrupted by The Metatron. While he takes Aziraphale, Crowley receives a visit from Maggie and Nina.

Each one of them gained an extra different perspective: Azi, the Metatron proposal (and veiled menace); Crowley, the pep talk/scolding from the couple they were trying to get together.

This makes them develop different solutions:

Crowley wants to finally admit what Azi has been saying all the season: they are a "we" (Azi said so when Crowley talked about his “precious, peaceful, fragile existence”; he said it again when talking about “our car” and reinforced it with the bookshop)

Azi wants to take the "higher road": go to Heaven, reinstate Crowley as an angel, so they can still work together.

Crowley sees the “usual dynamic” of their disagreements coming: it will be Azi’s way (or the highway). That has happened before, in front of our eyes, and not only in this season: it happened also in season 1, but we have already attested that it is still happening, and it is even “worse” (Aziraphale being a little “petty” with the “if you do, it is fine, but if you won’t, you are on your own” in the Gabriel discussion).

Crowley gets indignant. He asks, tentatively, if he told him where to stick it… And then he reinforces his belief. We are better than that, YOU are better than that, you don’t need them, I don’t need them; then he makes the first mention of the offer of getting back to Hell (which he hadn’t shared with Aziraphale), and makes a new point: I said no, neither should you!

Aziraphale goes back to the “you are the bad guys!” thing. Heaven being the side of Truth, of Light, of Good… It is not the propaganda Crowley needed for this move.

Crowley then clarifies the fallacy in his logic: when Heaven ends life on Earth, it’ll be just as dead as if Hell ended it.

Aziraphale then sees the "undesirable result" coming: Crowley is not going to accept, not with that argument.

Crowley makes his plead grow in urgency: Tell me you said no.

Aziraphale’s pitch of voice goes high (usually used as a sign of distress): “If I’m in charge, I can make a difference.”

Crowley understands. This is his “my way or the highway” moment. That’s why he comes up with the courage to make his half-proposal-half admission.

Crowley never gets to state out loud the “I want us to be together in a formal way” part. His voice breaks before he does so. He mentions all of the reasons they have to stay together, which Aziraphale already knows: we have been together for a long time, we’ve been a group (“our own side” was the way he always said it before) and we’ve spent our existence pretending that we aren’t (Azi also knows that! He has been working hard into making Crowley notice it!)

You can see, when they shoot Aziraphale’s face, he squints a little during that moment: maybe questioning, a little disbelief? As usual with Michael Sheen, it is a blink it and you’ll miss it moment.

After the grunt, Crowley proposes his alternative solution: going off together, using Beelzebub & Gabriel as an example that they could.

Therefore, what Aziraphale has just listened is what he already knew: yes, they are a “we”. Crowley wants to run away (he had proposed it twice during the Armageddidn’t, another pattern they have already established).

The next step is the usual way for Aziraphale: he reinforces his proposal: come with me, to Heaven. Ill’ run it, you can be my second in command. This idea has rubbed me wrong since the first time I watched this scene. Why remark the hierarchy? (not to say that I’m in Crowley’s side in here, but… It was weird and uncomfortable to think of them in a vertical power structure; they have always been equals).

Then, he goes back to making a difference, only it is “we” this time. Crowley is noticing he won’t back down… But Aziraphale usually doesn’t.

“You can’t leave this bookshop” works as a representation, a figure of speech. “This Bookshop” is “This life we have been building”, and they both understand it as such.

“Oh, Crowley… Nothing lasts forever…” For Aziraphale, it means he can leave this for something greater. For Crowley, it means… Actually, the same. But without him. Because he knows the “my way or the highway” side of Aziraphale, and none of them will budge. Aaaaand… that’s Crowley heart breaking. The rest of the scene happens with Crowley in “breakup mode”.

Aziraphale is used to “the discussion dance”. He Insists, “Crowley! Come back, to Heaven, work with me! We can be together, Angels! Doing good!”. He promises all he can: “come back, work with me, we can be together”, which have always been Crowley’s triggers to change his mind. However, the problem lies within the “angels doing good”. That’s the part that Aziraphale would need to let go before getting back to Crowley.

And then, he breaks down: “I need you!!” That has always worked! Aziraphale knows that Crowley loves being needed, he won’t leave his angel when in need, right?

And then, he gets angry. And he questions if Crowley has understood what he is offering, which transforms in an “I don’t think your exactly and my exactly are the same exactly” all over again.

Crowley is already brokenhearted, so he answers truthfully, as far as he knows. He understands how terrible the offer of going back to heaven is for both of them, and is not aware of the veiled threat in Metatron’s offer. He knows that going back to Heaven is a non-negotiable boundary, and Aziraphale is absolutely determined to cross it.

Aziraphale, then, does his passive-aggressive shit again: “I guess there is nothing more to say”. My guy, my love, you need to become better at negotiating with your loved one.

This is where Crowley decides to show, don’t tell, the hurt: no nightingales. And then… The “You idiot. We could have been… us” (no, you couldn’t, it was always too late!!! First the pandemic, which I’ve decided to treat as canon, then Gabriel. They never stood a chance).

In this context, Crowley’s kiss is a desperate way to say good-bye to the person he cared most for the last 6,000 years; also an angry way to regain some semblance of control and affect Aziraphale; and a final way to get some “closure”. Is there desire? Is there love? Maybe. But they are lost in a cocktail of emotions that have been stated during the rest of the discussion.

The angry “I forgive you”, which is also a usual dynamic for Aziraphale when he is angry with Crowley, gets there too late for Crowley to react to. He has already “checked out”. That’s why the “don’t bother” feels almost like an afterthought and comes after a small sigh.

After watching this 16 times, I’m pretty confident that the first thing Aziraphale mouths is a “no…” and then… he sobs a little. Michael Sheen, you’re a beautiful actor. The rest of it is a masterclass in using microexpressions to convey a whirlwind of emotions in under 2 minutes.

Sooooo... Did I hurt my own emotions while writing this? Yes. Did I absolutely need to do so? Also yes. Even when I like doing intertextual readings (and that's why I like bringing some theology to some of my musings), reading what is in "the text" (in the scenes we have watched, in the dialogues we've been shown) gives me an enormous amount of pleasure, and I find a lot of comfort in believing that most of the things that I'll need to understand and enjoy a great piece of media are being given to me inside it. And I believe Good Omens is a great piece of media!!

I have no Shakespeare to offer you this time. Let me know what you think!!

[nightghoul381]

Robin Doesn't Know the Evil Hiding in the Shadows ~ Ellis Twilight ~ Premium End

This a fan translation so it is definitely not 100% accurate. I do not own anything related to Ikemen Villains. Support Cybird by buying their amazing stories!

CW: Contains themes of suicide

Part 1 | Part 2 | Bitter End | Premium End | Epilogue

Ellis: “…There he is.”

I found the culprit in a corner of the event venue.

Haggard man: “Ah, it’s you…”

The man took out a bottle from his bag and showed it to me.

Haggard man: “This bottle contains a highly volatile and deadly poison.”

Haggard man: “If the bottle is dropped or broken, the poison will spread throughout the air…and everyone in this venue will die.”

(…If that’s the case, I can’t just grab him carelessly.)

(If I don’t take the bottle from the man’s hand…)

Ellis: “…Why are you doing this?”

Haggard man: “If you’re here, you probably know most of the situation.”

Ellis: “But I still want to hear it from you.”

Haggard man: “…”

Haggard man: “The motive for my crime was… to get revenge for the fact that they exhumed my wife’s body to use for anatomy classes.”

Haggard man: “My wife was supposed to finally be free from the pain of her illness and be able to rest in peace!”

Haggard man: “And then, she was exposed to the eyes of so many students…”

Haggard man: “Everyone was looking at her corpse as if she were a laboratory animal…”

Ellis: “But, you killed the medical students that hired the company, didn’t you?”

Ellis: “Your revenge has already been achieved…so why do you need to kill so many innocent people?”

Haggard man: “There’s a simple reason.”

Haggard man: “If there are no bodies to dissect and outlaws are robbing graves, then we should just make more bodies.”

Haggard man: “I want my wife’s resting place to never be disturbed again… I need a body.”

Ellis: “If you’re that determined…”

Ellis: “…Why did you leave a warning message after your last murder?”

Haggard man: “It was because of the piece of cake this morning.”

Haggard man: “You might be thinking ‘what’s the big deal?’ But to me, that piece of cake reminded me of the fun times I spend with my wife.”

Haggard man: “Since you gave me the cake, I thought I’d give you a hint if you were investigating the case.”

Ellis: “If that was the case…I don’t think…”

Ellis: “I believe that everyone lives with pain and joy that only they can understand.”

Ellis: “…I don’t want to say anything without knowing anything.”

(…I might feel similar.)

(The wishes of this man… and my own are surely very close.)

He wanted her to be happy, to be free from pain and suffering.

If reality was so harsh, He wished she would at least be sleeping peacefully with a smile on her face…

They had violated the sleep of his loved one.

(If the same thing happened to Kate…)

(I’d probably do the same thing as him.)

No matter how many times I was told it was wrong, no matter how many times Crown tried to stop me,

I would surely be consumed by rage and commit a heinous act to exact my revenge.

Haggard man: “…You’re trying to buy time with your conversation right now.”

Haggard man: “Is it because someone important to you is at the venue?”

Ellis: “…”

Haggard man: “In that case… let me show you how to protect the people at the venue.”

Without letting go of the bottle, the man used his other hand to pull out a powder from his pocket.

Haggard man: “This is the poison I was carrying with me to kill myself after I had completed my crime.”

Haggard man: “If you consume this… I will refrain from killing the people in the venue out of respect for your love.”

Haggard man: “You said you would protect her before she got hurt.”

Haggard man: “…Now, show me you can protect her.”

(If I take the powder, I’ll die.)

(If I don’t take it, the poison in the bottle will kill Kate.)

I suddenly shifted my gaze to the center of the venue and spotted Kate among the crowd of people.

Kate was so engrossed in the presentations at the venue, laughing, being surprised… her eyes lit up.

(If the only choice is between me dying and Kate dying…)

(…Obviously, I choose to die.)

Ellis: “…I’ll take the poison.”

Ellis: “My life and Kate’s are both precious, but…”

Ellis: “If it’s a matter of two dying or one dying, it’s better that only one dies.”

Haggard man: “…Two? Only one will die either way.”

Ellis: “I don’t think I can find happiness in a world without Kate.”

Ellis: “If Kate dies, I’ll definitely follow her.”

Ellis: “So it’s either two people who die, or one.”

Haggard man: “…Well, whatever. If you’re that determined, the go ahead and do what you want.”

The man tossed me the powder, which I picked up and, without hesitation, consumed in one gulp.

Ellis: “Ugh…! Gh, Aaah…ngh!!”

My knees buckled and I collapsed to the ground.

Haggard man: “You really would take poison.”

I heard a man’s voice, and the sound of something being placed next to me as I collapsed.

Haggard man: “In honor of your love, I will leave the bottle here, unused.”

Roger: “…Don’t move! That’s enough.”

Jude: “Just follow me obediently.”

Haggard man: “Yeah. I’ll follow you.”

Jude: “…Really, how long’re ya gonna sleep so carefree, Ellis?”

Ellis: “Mm…Sorry.”

When I sat up, the man Roger was restraining had a look of shock on his face.

Haggard man: “Wh-Why are you alive…!?”

Ellis: “I was learning some magic tricks. I’d pretend to consume things I shouldn’t, like poison…and then let it go down my sleeve.”

I flapped my sleeve and the powder I hadn’t taken flew into the air.

(I never thought the skills Victor taught me would come in handy in a situation like this.)

Roger: “Ellis, that’s important evidence you know?”

Ellis: “Ah…Sorry. I have some in my other sleeve too, so I thought that would be enough.”

Haggard man: “Were you deceiving me…? Was your love a lie…?”

Ellis: “My love for Kate is not a lie.”

Ellis: “I still haven’t made Kate happy enough… so I couldn’t let either of us die.”

(If only one of us can survive, me or Kate, then I want Kate to live,)

(…But, there’s no need to choose that option.)

Even if I reversed the options presented to me, I want to be happy tomorrow with Kate.

Ellis: “Besides—One day it will be me who kills Kate. Not you.”

Haggard man: “What the… you…”

Jude: “…Yer still crazy as ever.”

And so, before night fell—in the twilight, the incident came to an end.

Kate: “Ellis, I’m back!”

Ellis: “Welcome back, Kate.”

Ellis: “You must be tired after being out all day aren’t you? I’ll go make some tea, so wait for me in my room.”

Kate: “I’ll take you up on that offer, thank you.”

I prepared tea and cake and brought it to the room.

It’s late at night, but tonight is special.

Ellis: “So, how was your event?”

Kate: “It was awesome! At the end of the event, they announced something really big! It was—”

With sparkling eyes, Kate spoke with joy.

(…I’m glad I was able to protect Kate’s happy day.)

If even one thing about today’s events had gone wrong…

I might not have been able to exchange words with Kate tonight.

(I want to continue to protect this daily routine.)

(But… I wonder if ‘that’s all’ is enough.)

Kate: “Whew…. I’ve finished talking…! Ellis, you’re such a good listener.”

Ellis: “Really? Maybe it seems that way because listening to your stories is fun.”

Kate: “When someone says that to me, I get carried away and end up talking too much…”

Ellis: “Fufu…that’s good. I want to hear more about your day.”

Kate: “Enough about me! …Now can I hear about your day, Ellis?”

Ellis: “Mine…?”

Ellis: “My story is boring. I just did a little mission with Jude and Roger—”

Not wanting to ruin Kate’s fun, I tried to hide it.

Kate: “…Really? You look like something’s happened, so I’m curious…”

As she said this, Kate had a worried look on her face.

(…I can’t beat Kate.)

I told Kate everything that happened today.

Kate: “So that’s what happened…”

Kate: “Thank you, Ellis. For protecting my peace of mind.”

Ellis: “No, thank you.”

Ellis: “Hearing that you enjoyed the event today made me even happier that we were able to solve the problem.”

After I said that, Kate looked at me in silence for a moment.

Ellis: “…What’s wrong?”

Kate: “Ellis, you seem a bit depressed. Is it because of the grave robber?”

(Really… I can’t hide anything from Kate.)

Ellis: “…Yeah. This incident got me imagining things a little bit.”

Ellis: “Like, what if, after we fall asleep happily… someone hurts you?”

Ellis: “I was worried that our eternity would be shattered…”

Kate: “Hmm…”

Kate: “…Oh, I’ve got a great idea.”

Kate: “Maybe we should build a grave for both of us somewhere far out in the country?”

Ellis: “A grave… in the countryside?”

Kate: “Yes. With the sunlight shining down beautifully, and lots of flowers blooming…”

Kate: “…Let’s sleep together like we’re taking a nap in the countryside, surrounded by nature.”

Kate: “Grave robbers are only doing it for money, right?”

Kate: “If that’s the case, then why would they come all the way out there to dig up our graves?”

Ellis: “…That’s a great idea. I agree.”

Kate: “Really? Well then, let’s do it!”

Ellis: “Fufu, but… that’s a bit strange.”

Ellis: “We’re not married yet, we don’t have a house, we don’t have kids… we don’t have any plans for the rest of our lives.”

Ellis: “I can’t believe we’re thinking about the two of us being buried together.”

Kate: “Oh, that’s true… But if there’s a happy ending planned, doesn’t that make everything more fun?”

Ellis: “…Yeah it does.”

Ellis: “I’m looking forward to going to the grave with you more and more.”

And so, we continue to protect and accumulate happiness towards a happy ending.

Today, tomorrow, the day after, and every day after that—.

(…But, I still want something a little more reassuring.)

(If you were to ask me… ‘she’s’ the only one.)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Bitter End | Premium End | Epilogue

[asolareclipses]

(Previous Part)

“Gods this heat is killing me.”

Will looked back at Jason who was drenched in sweat from the summer sun. “Maybe we should take a quick break.”

“I don’t get how you’re not melting right now,” Jason said as he practically collapsed on the ground.

Will shrugged, “Maybe it’s an Apollo thing. Sun resistance or whatever.”

Jason squinted as he looked up at Will, “Huh.”

Will turned to face the quiet road beside them his face turning somber, “We’re never going to make it there at this pace.”

Jason sighed as he ducked his head in a pointless action to avoid the sun. “I mean we’re halfway there right?”

With a groan of frustration Will turned to Jason, “If only we didn’t breakdown in the middle of nowhere.”

Jason opened his mouth the speak but was interrupted by a loud car horn.

Will watched as a small rusted truck slowly rolled to a stop next to them, the window squeaking as it slid down.

“You boys need a ride?” An old man spoke with a southern twang.

Simultaneously, Will and Jason looked at each other, both with clear skepticism. This had ‘Trap’ written all over it, however they had no other choice.

“Sure,” Will replied with a halfhearted smile, motioning for Jason to follow him.

In no time they were riding smoothly, somewhat, down the empty road in the worn down truck. The inside was no better than the outside either as the seats were clearly old with some tears and stains. Each floorboard was caked with dirt along with scattered pieces of trash or machine parts.

Will scanned each inch of the truck but, apart from its lack of cleanliness, it was perfectly normal. No evil tortue tools or suspicious mythical items. It was exactly what you’d expect from some random southern man. The man himself wasn’t strange either, no third eye or sharp teeth, rather something about him felt oddly familiar.

“So you two off on some adventure?” The man joked as he glanced in the rear view mirror at Jason with a sudden look of melancholy.

“Um we were just,” Will paused trying to come up with something. “On our way to visit our grandparents in Maine.”

Jason glanced skeptically at Will, to which Will read as, ‘In what world are we siblings?’

“Well isn’t that nice,” The man smiled, “Good thing I ran across you two because i’m headed the same way.”

Will thought that ‘coincidence’ should’ve made him nervous but for some reason he felt as if he weren’t in any type of danger.

“How’d you two get stranded?” The man continued the conversation in a relaxed manner.

“The-I mean my car broke down,” Will winced at his own stuttering.

The man shook his head, “Those are some tough roads from manhattan huh?”

Will froze, turning to the man. “I never said where we came from.”

The man’s eyes widened for a split second, “Lucky guess huh?”

Will just stared back, inching closer to the door as if to make a sudden escape.

The man sighed with a frown, “Perhaps i’m not the actor I believed I was. My skills seem to be getting quite rusty.” The southern accent disappeared as he spoke in an eerily familiar tone. “Dressed as an old man. Oh how convincing I am. Yet still I get caught.”

Wills eyes widened as he realized the drivers real identity, “Dad?!”

——

Jason almost got whiplash as he heard what Will said. ‘Dad?’ In no world was this old man Apollo, still there he was, Haikus and all.

“I’m conflicted on whether I should be disappointed in my disguise skills or happy that my child is so quick-witted.” The once old man, now Apollo spoke with a grin.

“Why are you-How are you here?” Will seemed just as shocked as Jason felt.

“I can be anywhere I want of course, and where is better than here?” Apollo words sounded similar to that of riddles. “A good father can give his son a ride once in a while right?”

“Won’t you get in trouble for interfering with, you know, demigod stuff?” Will asked.

“What ‘demigod’ stuff?” Apollo asked his voice pitching a bit higher. “This is just a regular ride with no ulterior motive. At least that’s what i’m going to tell Zeus if he finds out.” He glanced back in the mirror again but as his eyes met Jason’s he quickly looked away with a small frown.

Jason couldn’t help but to remember the last time he’d seen Apollo. He could still feel the coldness of the water, how it felt as he realized his life was about to end.

“So is this your car?” Will’s voice snapped Jason out of his thoughts and back to the current moment.

Apollo shrugged, “Any car can be my car.”

Will raised an eyebrow as his father.

“Okay, I may have borrowed it. But it’s not like anyone will miss this thing, I’ll just replace it with a new one. It’s not like I could’ve used the sun chariot, that would be far too obvious.”

“Right..” Will said, biting back a smile.

“Consider this a favor,” Apollo said his voice suddenly somber. “I know I owe you two far more than just this.” His eyes glanced back at Jason again for only a second.

Will frowned but quickly changed the subject upon sensing the tension, “Do you know what’s going on, if Nico is okay?”

Apollo frowned, “Oh how I wish I could tell you.” His fingers tightened around the wheel, “There is not much I know, just the darkness you all have been so aware of. I can’t predict this outcome and even if I could there would be no speaking it. But you are strong, you are light. Remember that Will.”

Jason could see Will’s face scrunching in confusion but he didn’t say anything, instead he leaned against the window to his side with a distant look in his eyes.

Apollo began to drone on about what he’d been recently doing before he switched over to asking Will as many ‘fatherly’ questions as he possibly could. Jason almost felt left out, he knew his father would never speak to him like that. His father hadn’t even bothered to say anything to him since he came back. Perhaps that was for the best, maybe him acknowledging Jasons existence would mean his end. Or worse, Leo could face consequences too. Jason’s thoughts continued to consume him until he realized that they were slowing down.

Apollo looked at the two passengers hesitantly as the truck rolled to a stop, “This is as far as I can go.”

Will smiled, his eyes without any joy. “Thank you Dad.”

“Anytime Will, I wish I could-” Apollo stopped himself. “Be safe, and bring back Nico.”

“I will,” Will nodded stopping out of the truck.

As Jason turned to exit Apollo suddenly spoke, “Jason.” He paused, “For all that happened, I..I truly am sorry.”

Jason froze for a moment tightly gripping the door handle, he turned to Apollo with a strained smile and shook his head. “Don’t apologize, it was just fate.” He spoke before quickly pushing the door open and stepping out.

Apollo frowned as if he wanted to say something more but decided not to. With a smile and wave he drove off, “Remember who you are Will!” He called out as his voice faded into the wind.

The two of them stood there until the truck was just a spot on the horizon before turning to the rusted sign that read, “Westover Hall 1 Mile Ahead.”

“Well,” Jason turned to Will his voice void of enthusiasm, “We’re here.”

Will bit his lip as he stared at the large school in the distance, “Let’s hope we’re not too late.”

Part Nine?

[catarufermecat]

FEAST

"Let's eat. Let's survive," Jimmy whispered with an aura that reminded Curly of his greatest sin: his pride. Jimmy was too proud to accept his wrongdoings. He was too proud to apologize to those he had hurt. He was too proud to care about what anyone had to say. He was too proud to take responsibility. But now, it didn't matter anymore. It was just him, some corpses, and an incapacitated Curly that could only weep and shake. Nobody would call Jimmy out anymore. It was just him and his pride surrounded by his victims. But he was too blind to see.

or,

that one scene where Jimmy cuts Curly's leg and feeds it to him

Curly found himself lying on the table, his co-workers' corpses beside him.

Curly could only pray. He was never a religious person, but in such situations, he couldn't care less. His morals, his motivations, his dreams, his meaning, his hope - all gone. So he prayed. He prayed Jimmy would kill him. He prayed it would be fast. He prayed and he prayed and he prayed some more. Was he heard? It didn't matter. Not anymore. He just wanted to be freed from all the pain he had been enduring for so, so long.

Then, there was Jimmy. He was standing proudly at the table, smiling. He seemed happy, celebrating his little party, and Curly was the cake. What's a party with no guests? He had gathered his friends too. They all wore birthday hats and all. Was he insane? Perhaps. Perhaps he had always been insane. His gaze alternated between the crew members as if they were speaking to him, however he was completely ignoring Curly, although he was the only living one. Quite ironic.

He gave one last smile before he took the knife that sat at Curly's head. He got up with a proud nod, chuckling while looking at his co-workers. He took a seat closer to Curly's legs (if you can even call them that anymore), and put the blade on his flesh. And then he did it.

Jimmy started to slice through Curly's leg, the dull blade cutting painfully slow through the exposed muscle. Curly couldn't bear it anymore. He screamed and screamed and screamed until his vocal cords gave up and he just made some sore, dry noises that sounded like nails on a chalkboard. Not to Jimmy, though. To him, Curly's screams were like music. They sounded like a beautiful orchestra, making Jimmy smile as Curly cried out in pain.

Curly only wished everything would stop. As Jimmy started to cut through his bone, he couldn't help but shake and hit and attempt to get away, but to no avail. If only Jimmy had chosen to cut into his knee, then it would've been easier. The cartilage would've given out. But here he was, slicing through Curly's thigh, smiling as he screamed in agony. And then the knife finally hit the table, and Curly could only cry silently.

Jimmy didn't seem distressed at all. He started cutting the flesh into smaller pieces. "A lot of people struggle to put food on their plates, but that wasn't enough," he stated as he started putting the bits of flesh onto the crew's plates, as if he was serving his guests some cake. "Right, Captain?" He asked mockingly, looking into Curly's single eye with a big smile.

"The lowest rung of your ladder is our highest. Until it was all swept from under your feet." Jimmy punched the table in frustration, feeling belittled. Even now that Curly was barely holding on, just a corpse of a man, Jimmy was still jealous, like he always was. He could never take responsibility.

"Life isn't even worth living at the same level as us. But I forgive you. All of us do." That sold it for Curly. Jimmy was clearly gone. But what could he do except lay down and stare and pray to be killed? If Jimmy really cared about Curly, he would kill him. Free him from all this pain.

But he doesn't. He just continued his monologue.

"I won't give up on you, even like this. I believe in you. We're going to make it through this." He put all the plates down and sat back in his seat, putting a plate next to Curly's head."Sometimes we thrive, travel the endless reaches of space. But other times we just have to accept days like these. You taught me that, Curly." Jimmy smiled again, proud of himself for learning such a great lesson from his friend. Although, that didn't really apply here. He wasn't even sure if it was actually Curly that Taught him that, or if it was another one of his episodes, but he didn't care.

"Let's eat. Let's survive," Jimmy whispered with an aura that reminded Curly of his greatest sin: his pride. Jimmy was too proud to accept his wrongdoings. He was too proud to apologize to those he had hurt. He was too proud to care about what anyone had to say. He was too proud to take responsibility. But now, it didn't matter anymore. It was just him, some corpses, and an incapacitated Curly that could only weep and shake. Nobody would call Jimmy out anymore. It was just him and his pride surrounded by his victims. But he was too blind to see.

Jimmy started eating. It made Curly sick to his stomach. He could only watch as Jimmy tore the tender flesh from the bone and chewed away at its hard, burnt exterior. Curly wanted to look away, to ignore what was happening, to not see his own blood run down his friend's chin as he fed on his body. But he couldn't. If you asked Curly a few months ago if he could picture his best friend eating his flesh raw and talking to corpses, he would've called you insane. Yet here he was, watching it unfold before his very eye.

After Jimmy had finished eating, he got up and looked at Curly with a menacing smile. He took the fork in his hand and separated the flesh from the bone and took the meat in his hand and laughed manically. He grabbed Curly's mouth, prying it open before putting the flesh in his mouth. Curly tried his best to keep still so that he wouldn't choke, but that didn't really matter since Jimmy decided to "help" Curly by forcing the meat down his throat with his fingers. Curly choked and cried and shook and prayed some more, but Jimmy didn't care. He just started laughing and let his head fall on the table, crying hysterically.

"I'm sorry, Curly."

Wanna leave some Kudos on ao3, maybe?

[nexility-sims]

𝐍𝐎. 𝟐 (𝟏/𝟐)   ❛ 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 ❜   |   ZUYATL HOUSE, APRIL 1991

❧  𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲  /  𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠  /  𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬  /  𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭.

   ❛  The family gathered in Intizara every spring to celebrate Matias’ birthday, but the location lost its charm in 1991. Wedded as it was to memories of holidays past, ones freshly lacquered with sadness, the estate felt inappropriate. Aides arranged for this year’s party to take place in Nakawe where a night in the open courtyard of Zuyatl House would suffice. Matias was never eager to be in the spotlight, but he understood the ritual of celebration meant something to his wife and children. They treated it as a thanksgiving of sorts—an opportunity to make lavish toasts in his name, to perform familial harmony for him, to present thoughtful gifts they (or their aides) had spent a year deciding upon. An undercurrent of competition annually motivated the extravagance, in no small part out of envy for the effortless sincerity of Safya's contributions.

❧ grandma back at it

𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 & 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭 ↓

After an hour of aimless mingling as the sun set, Beatriz called the family together for the first of several toasts. Her speeches in the past had been brief but emphatic. Today, she appeared distracted, casting her eyes everywhere but on Matias as she spoke. 

“If there are better men,” she opined, swirling the wine in her glass. “I have not met them. This is the ...” Beatriz paused and wrinkled her brow. “Fortieth? Forty-first? Either way, we’ve celebrated many birthdays. This is the hardest and unhappiest, so I’ll say that I remain grateful. The Villars had no idea what they were doing when they gave you to me, but they found out soon enough. Forty more? I pray.” 

Matias gazed up at her the whole while, soaking in what she said with a gentle smile, but the mood around the table descended rapidly into apprehension. Beatriz, in her indifferent way, named the tension hanging over the party like the warm yellow lights strung across the courtyard. This was the first intimate family gathering since the funeral. It was, too, the first time most of the siblings had assembled and the only time anyone except Matias had spent informally with Beatriz. Even as they fell into the muscle memory of conversation and laughter, a general consensus simmered below the surface. No one wanted to be there. No one wanted to mimic the gestures and expression of happiness they didn’t feel. The sentiments were authentic, but they did not come from a place of joy. 

The toasts after Beatriz lacked her willingness to state the obvious, even if there were a few wry references to Safya’s absence. Arnaut emphasized gratitude as well, although he meant it as an acknowledgement that he no longer had to cross an ocean to attend family get-togethers. Olalla teared up as she described baking the cake alone this year; Safya had been no expert pâtissier, but the abrupt end of a thirty-year tradition caught her off-guard. Martin and Sebastian stuck to safe, tragedy-free childhood memories of their father. Blanca, though absent, expressed her regard for her father’s unwavering support in a card read by Arnaut and left the death unmentioned. 

When it was Matias’ turn to speak, he said simply, “I won’t give a speech. What I want to say is that being here, together, this year, is the greatest gift of all. Thank you. I love each of you—everyone here, everyone who isn’t. Please, now, let’s eat.”

Beatriz left before dessert. She rose, tossed her napkin onto the table, and floated away with a silent farewell squeeze of Matias’ shoulder. He remained engaged in conversation, but Salvatore’s eyes followed her as she left the room. More than just his steady gaze, Prissy followed her, too. She took fast strides with long legs, easily catching up with Beatriz whose steps slowed the moment she believed herself out of sight. If she heard Prissy’s footsteps—and, almost certainly, she did—then she gave no notice. 

“You don’t feel shame, do you?” 

Prissy’s hand clasped Beatriz’s shoulder, and she urged her to turn around with a tug. Although Beatriz obliged, her expression was hard. Hateful, their mother called it. 

“No.”

Then, “What do you want?” 

Prissy scoffed. “We haven’t even cut the cake. You’re a piece of work, Birdie.” 

The pair stood almost toe to toe, but Priscila towered over her sister as she had for decades. Beatriz had been nearing eleven years old when her sister was born, although she was mature for her age and carried herself with precocious sobriety to match. For a time, Priscila had been small and round. Adolescence came, and she shot up, a seedling made of willowy limbs, thinned out to reveal the striking combination of strong features she inherited. Few could guess, once they were grown women, the wide gap of years between them. Beatriz never gave the impression that she was the younger sister, but Priscila’s statuesque presence granted her a compelling illusion of command and seasoning. 

When they stood together like this, Beatriz thought of their father, whose height and eyes Priscila possessed. The resemblance filled her with envy. 

Priscila was talking again, her brow set low and her dark eyes boring, entirely unfazed, into Beatriz’s resentful stare. “You’ve got all the grit and endurance in the world for everyone and everything,” she complained. “Except for the people who love you. I just don’t get it.”

“Hysterics, over a cake?” Beatriz sneered in response. 

For all of her gentility, Prissy was also an impatient person. Beatriz knew this. She had poked and prodded her sister for years, able to rile her up or bring her down with the kind of precision honed best by siblings. Years apart hadn’t changed that. With a transoceanic letter or strategically missed phone call, Beatriz could rest assured Priscila would be wearing the exact look of infuriated astonishment she donned now. 

That never faded. Neither, too, did the desire of most people, including Priscila, to be heard and taken seriously. 

“It’s not about the cake,” Priscila snapped. She angled, pointing with a sharp-nailed finger into the room where Mateo stood, suppressing laughter while his uncles shoved each other like children. 

“It’s family. I visit those boys twice a week,” Priscila said, turning back to glare at Beatriz. As she continued, Beatriz watched Mateo with Martin and Sebastian. “They’re barely alive, and you made it worse. Isolating them, taking them from their home, making their only parent out to be—”

When Beatriz cut her off, her demeanor had changed. She wasn’t the defensive, condescending older sister who seemed intent on toying with Priscila’s clearly heightened emotions instead of digesting her complaints. Beatriz did know what Priscila wanted to discuss. She had left her chair on impulse, propelled by anger that had nothing to do with Matias’ birthday party. It had everything to do with how Beatriz existed, like some aloof god, above everyone in attendance even as she altered and diverted the flow of their lives. This conversation wasn’t one Priscila prepared in advance to have and, even if she had, it wasn’t one Beatriz would allow. 

Beatriz responded to her the way she would have a disgruntled minister or arrogant reporter. Her shoulders were squared, and she fixed her scowl into a kind of neutral expression as she stated, “Let me stop you there.”

“They’re fine,” she continued. Priscila listened, hands fastened to her hips, brows lower than ever. “If this is the worst thing that ever happens to them, they’ll be luckier than most. Certainly more blessed than I was at that age. I turned out fine, and so did you.” She added, quickly but with the tone of a dubious suggestion, “I suppose.”

Priscila sighed, which Beatriz took as an admission of defeat. “All that contempt,” she whined. “Doesn’t it get tiring?”

Beatriz wagged her finger. “Look in the mirror. This has been a good, wholesome evening. You’re being ugly.”

Now, while Priscila swallowed an indignant gasp, Beatriz took a half step closer. She spoke near Priscila but looked past her, once again eyeing the warmly lit scene of family reunion playing out just beyond earshot. “Don’t start an argument about this with me again,” she warned. “I will finish it next time, and you won’t like that at all.”

Having said her piece, Beatriz stepped away and turned. Priscila let her go, squeezing her hips tighter as she felt her face grow warmer and warmer.

TRANSCRIPT:

BEATRIZ | If there are better men, I have not met them. This is the … Fortieth? Forty-first? Either way, we’ve celebrated many birthdays.

BEATRIZ | This is the hardest and unhappiest, so I’ll say that I remain grateful. The Villars had no idea what they were doing when they gave you to me, but they found out soon enough.

BEATRIZ | … Forty more? I pray.

MATIAS | I won’t give a speech. What I want to say is that being here, together, this year, is the greatest gift of all. Thank you. I love each of you—everyone here, everyone who isn’t. Please, now, let’s eat.

[Overlapping conversations, laughter, music]

PRISSY | You don’t feel shame, do you?

BEATRIZ | No. What do you want? PRISSY | We haven’t even cut the cake. You’re a piece of work, Birdie

PRISSY | You’ve got all the grit and endurance in the world for everyone and everything, except for the people who love you. I just don’t get it.

BEATRIZ | Hysterics, over a cake?

PRISSY | It’s not about the cake. It’s family. I visit those boys twice a week. They’re barely alive, and you made it worse. Isolating them, taking them from their home, making their only parent out to be— BEATRIZ | Let me stop you there.

BEATRIZ | They’re fine. If this is the worst thing that ever happens to them, they’ll be luckier than most. Certainly more blessed than I was at that age. I turned out fine, and so did you. I suppose. PRISSY | All that contempt. Doesn’t it get tiring?

BEATRIZ | Look in the mirror. This has been a good, wholesome evening. You’re being ugly.

BEATRIZ | Don’t start an argument about this with me again. I will finish it next time, and you won’t like that at all.

[Beatriz knocking]

[4reanaz]

CLASS 1A TRIO LOVE LANGUAGE

paring: deku, bakugo and todoroki x gn!reader genre: fluff warnings: none that i can think of

Izuku Midoriya (Deku):

his love language would be acts of service(giving) and words of affirmation (receiving and giving)

he's a sweet heart he would help you clean you room if he sees it’s getting a bit too messy

he would help you with your homework if you needed any

this boy if he sees you sad he would buy your favourite snacks also get your favourite drink and talk with you about why your sad

he's a total sweet heart

okay now about words of affirmation

he would shower you with words bc he knows how to feels to be told your not good enough and no one by your side besides your mother

he would always make you feel loved and confident

Imagine you guys both are at the sports festival and your like fighting someone, he would yell

" GO Y/N YOU CAN DO THIS I BELIEVE IN YOU, YOU CAN DO THIS"

okay but now about him

he would like words of affection like he had been told many times that he’s not good enough or worthless

so maybe when it’s his birthday if you made him a cake or brought a cake that says " happy birthday to the future no.1 pro hero"

he would be really happy he may even cry Katsuki Bakugo:

his love languages are gift giving (giving), words of affirmation (receiving) and maybe physical touch (giving)

bakugo may have been praised for his entire childhood but

he started going to UA and all the incidents that

and also bakugo isn’t the type to give out praise

he's also not very confident about how he is as a boyfriend

so when your reassure him it helps him

now about gift giving

he not the best with words or physical touch

so gift giving suits him a lot it’s a way he can show his love for you

this might be a bit random but he would gift you flowers and chocolates for valentine's day

would gift you matching keychains and they would be something like this maybe

now about physical touch

cuddling sessions in your dorm or common room

he would give you back hugs, like imagine your making tea for him and you and he'll just come up and give you a back hug

while going to class you guys both would go holding hands Shoto Todoroki:

his love language would be physical touch (giving & receiving), words of affirmation (receiving), and  acts of service (giving)

we all know that shoto had an extremely rough childhood with his homelife

shoto would mostly love being encouraged by kind and loving words, but since he’s touch-starved so you could he's affection starved

he would let you touch him only if he trusts you

he would be the type to first build some after that maybe some physical touch

so give him some compliments or motivational stuff are gonna be good enough for him

when you give him compliments or motivate him in some way he would show a gentle smile on his face and like it’s so cute

now again about physical touch after you both build some trust he would start hugging you, holding your hand, giving you head pats and maybe even some light pecks

his touches are always very gentle and soft

now about  acts of service, most of them are school related

he would understand if your struggling with anything withe the class or the coursework and ask you if you would like to have a study date together

when ever you guys have study dates he always brings your favourite food

he’s extremely patient when he’s helping you

if you sick he would get you the class notes and buy you soup and medicine

[hannahlovesluca]

Hii can you do a fluffy scenario where mysta thinks that reader has forgotten their anniversary, but reader is planning something special in secret or something like that? is that ok? or not? its up to you thank youuuu <33

absolutely!! i love this man sm, so sad to see him gone.. hopefully im feeding the mystakes well 🧡

| Warnings: Angst to fluff, mild cursing

All I’ve Done - Mysta Rias

October 28th was the date. This was his favorite day of the year (besides your birthday, of course.) He loved the fact that he could shower you in affection, give you presents, show you how much he love-

“Mysta, honey, I’m going out with Pomu today. Girls day, you know?”

He did not expect to hear that as soon as he woke up.

You walked out of the bathroom, looking absolutely beautiful. Hair tied half up half down, earrings, a crop top and jeans… Oh my lord.. Mysta is snapped out of his thoughts when you speak again.

“Is something wrong? You’re quiet.”

Mysta shakes his head ‘no’, feeling disappointed. Although, he couldn’t let you see that. Maybe you were tricking him? Maybe this is a dream, even? He gets up off of the bed and walks over to you, his hands on your hips and head buried into your neck.

“Are you forgetting the date?” He asks softly.

You pause, seeming to think for a second. “I don’t believe so; its the 28th, right?” Your voice is so sweet, so oblivious.

It hurts his heart. You had forgotten something that meant so goddamn much to him.

“Baby, I have to go, I’ll be late.” You smile softly, giving him a kiss on the cheek before practically sprinting out of the room and through the front door.

Mysta finds himself just standing where he was for a few minutes, not finding any motivation to move. You really forgot. It wasn’t a question anymore, it was a statement. You forgot something that meant so much to him, something he had been preparing for since your first got together.

He walks backwards, falling onto his bed before silently crying.

………

As soon as you exit your shared apartment with Mysta, you dial Pomu’s number. It only takes three rings before she picks up.

“Hey, Y/N! Are you heading to mine?”

“On my way. Pomu, I feel so fucking bad, he has no clue what I’m planning; he really thinks I forgot.” You say, looking at the ground and kicking some rocks off the sidewalk whilst still walking towards her apartment.

……..

Once you arrive at Pomu’s house, you see that she had already put up the hundreds of decorations you had bought at Walmart a few days ago, as well as bought the cake and had it on full display in the kitchen. It was a marble cake with beautiful white icing with flowers laced onto the sides, pink icing on all the edges, and in the middle, in orange writing, spelled out:

“I love you, Mysta.”

You’d admit, you were hesitant buying this many decorations, you were hesitant with how time consuming it would be to plan this out,

But, you were so incredibly happy with how it turned out.

Now, the last step, was to text Mysta. Pomu had already left the house, she wanted you guys to be on your own. You thanked her repeatedly for the act of service she had done for the both of you.

Within seconds, you had texted Mysta to come over. Saying that you wanted to give him a fashion show with all that you had bought with Pomu in Diamond City. Of course, he immediately responded, agreeing to come over.

It really only took like five minutes, but it had felt like hours of holding this godforsaken cake in both of your arms, and smiling at the front door. You had already told Mysta that there was a spare key hidden in the bushes outside Pomu’s house, and to invite himself in.

He did just that.

The door slowly creaked open, gray hair and teal eyes peaking into the house. It took him a few seconds to realize who was standing there with a cake, and what the cake had written on it.

“I love you, Mysta.”

Not only was it a beautiful sentence in itself, but it was the first thing you had muttered when you confessed your feelings towards him. Had you remembered this whole time? Why else would you get him a cake?

He took his leisurely time to walk towards you, placing the cake on a nearby table and just embracing you. His arms were wrapped around your sides and his head, once again, was buried in your neck.

“I guess I kind of love you, too.”

………

A/N: AHHH I HOPE THIS IS OKAY… im sorry its super short but i just woke up an hour or so ago and i did this without my glasses so if there are any mistakes im so sorry 💔💔 i hope the mystakes r being fed…

[archiveikemen]

Harrison Gray Main Story: Chapter 4 Premium Story

This is a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes with no guaranteed perfection. I do not own any of the original content. Please support CYBIRD by buying their stories and playing their games. Reblogs appreciated.

❥･• Warnings and FAQ

(... I can’t believe this is how he’s making me repay him.)

As a way to repay him for helping me at the casino, Harrison suggested that…

Kate: … A cafe?

Harrison: There’s not much of a crowd here, but this cafe opens till late at night and has delicious food.

Harrison: Excuse me. I’ll have grape cake, cheesecake, chocolate parfait… and also…

Kate: I can’t eat that much!

Harrison: Huh? Who said that I’m ordering for you? This is all for myself.

(Erm… all of it?)

Harrison: Master, I’ll have a sweetened strawberry flavoured milk as well. Alright, you go ahead and order too.

Kate: Is this all… because I was too conceited?

Harrison: Maybe. Thanks for the treat.

…

The sound of the doorbell ringing as we exited the cafe echoed into the quiet street at night.

Kate: … And there goes my money meant for buying play tickets. Again.

Harrison: But the food was good, right?

Kate: Of course! I didn't notice that place hidden in an alley even when I was making deliveries as a postwoman.

(The ricotta pancakes were to die for. They were so fluffy and melted in my mouth, they were so delicious…)

Harrison: You repaid me, gained valuable information, and got to eat good food. Isn't that a good thing?

Kate: Yes!

(Huh…? I have a feeling that I just got taken for a ride.)

As I inwardly wracked my brain, Harrison muttered “speaking of which…”.

Harrison: In 10 minutes time, your 3 days will be over.

Harrison’s gaze pointed towards the clock face on Big Ben.

(Right. So many things have been happening lately that the promise almost completely slipped out of my mind.)

Unfortunately, I failed to obtain any useful information “from him”.

Harrison: Judging from that look on your face, I guess it's safe to say that I’ve won?

(If I admit my loss now, Harrison will never allow me near him again, just as he said.)

(The opportunity to get to know Harrison will be lost forever.)

I didn't know why, but I had this strange pang of loneliness welling up inside me when that thought came to mind.

He was a carefree and mean liar whose mind I could never read.

Sometimes, he would stare into my eyes as if looking at what was in my heart. And his eyes occasionally contained a hint of loneliness.

(... Yeah. I want to get to know Harrison better.)

(I want to know things like what makes him happy, or what makes him upset.)

A mild impulse surged in me, giving me motivation.

Kate: The game hasn't ended yet.

Harrison: …?

Kate: Harrison, you “never leave someone in need”.

Back there at the casino, Harrison could've chosen to leave me in the lurch — but he didn't.

(At that point of time… I was really glad he did that.)

Kate: I think that this is a very useful piece of information about you.

Harrison: …

Kate: So, um…

(That was just an excuse.)

And then, the atmosphere around me changed.

Harrison: Pfft, haha! What on earth was that?

Harrison: You sound so desperate. I thought you’re just way too kind-hearted, but you’re surprisingly resilient too.

(... This is the first time I’m seeing his genuine smile.)

His smile was gentle unlike his usual aloof smile.

It completely stole my heart.

Harrison slowly came closer to me and peered into my face.

Harrison: What’s with that face?

Kate: Oh, um… I was just thinking that this is the first time I’m seeing you smile.

Harrison: I’m a human being, of course I can smile. It’s a natural thing.

Kate: Well, that’s true.

Kate: But this is the first time you’ve smiled in front of me, right?

(This smile must be precious, so I should remember it well.)

As I grinned in satisfaction, Harrison gently pressed a beautiful finger to my cheek.

Kate: W- What are you doing…?

Harrison: Me too.

Harrison: It’s my first time seeing you smile too.

Harrison: You should smile more often. It suits you.

Harrison narrowed his eyes and pulled his hand away, then distanced himself.

Kate: … I knew it, I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry, just forget about—

Harrison: Fine.

Kate: … Huh?

Harrison: Seeing how resilient you are, I’ll let you win our bet.

Kate: Are you being serious…?

Harrison: What, do you want me to lie?

I shook my head, and Harrison smiled.

Harrison: If I say no to you, I’ll have to deal with you getting all depressed and sulking.

Harrison: I mean, you’ll only be here for a month anyway. So do whatever you want, I guess?

Kate: Yes, I’ll definitely do that!

Harrison: Goodness.

And with that, Harrison was about to start walking again when…

Harrison: …

Harrison: Hey, can you walk in front of me?

Kate: Why?

Harrison: My fox curse causes me to get distracted when there’s someone next to me.

Kate: I see. Got it, I’ll pay attention to that next time.

I nodded and did as I was told.

(He’s giving me information about the fox curse after our bet has ended. … As expected, he’s mean.)

I could hear the sound of his footsteps coming from a little distance behind me.

Harrison: — Who made that kiss mark on your neck?

Kate: K- Kiss mark!?

Harrison: Yeah, there’s a very obvious one on your neck. Your partner must be…

Kate: I- It’s definitely not that! Maybe it’s just an insect bite or something.

Harrison: I lied.

Kate: … Lied?

Harrison: Pfft… I’m amazed by how you managed to live this long.

(Did he just play me? Geez… I can never let my guard down around him.)

Feeling frustrated with how easily he fooled me, I walked away in silence.

And then I heard a clattering sound from behind me.

(...?)

I turned around to see Harrison shaking a metal tin.

Harrison: Mints. Here, you have one too.

Kate: … Mint is a hit or miss kind of flavour.

Harrison: Hmm. Fine if you don't want it.

Kate: I do!

Harrison: Then, I’ll feed it to you mouth to mouth.

Kate: You’re lying, right? I won’t let you fool me anymore.

Harrison: I’m serious.

Kate: … What?

Harrison: Yeah I’m lying.

(D- Darn it!)

Harrison: Here, take one.

He tossed me a mint from behind.

Harrison narrowed his eyes as I looked at the mint candy I caught in my hands.

I popped the candy into my mouth and started walking again.

The candy tasted refreshing and slightly sweet at the same time.

I was reminded of Harrison’s mint coloured eyes.

(Harrison is like mint candy.)

His footsteps echoing behind me, and for some reason I…

I found it hard to look back at him.

[turtledotjpeg]

(chapter 400 spoilers)

i have been fed and i must make stupid internet doodles about it

my wife is so successful and popular (said with distress) and she is doing her best and she just wanted to do healing and said 'noooo' to murders and she cried about kacho and hates being called old and kurapika is the only one she can rely on and i'm gonna cry

more thoughts (not interesting) under the cut because this is an art blog but I am compelled to yell into the void about this chapter

man I was ready to be happy just to see Melody for one panel, but there was So Much in this chapter 🥺 feels like we're getting to see some new facets of her personality (see: Old Maid Melody lmaoo) and it's so fun

it was nice to see her and Kacho getting to interact a bit more openly - for some reason I was expecting nen-Kacho to be more of a separate entity, rather than the "brought back to life" kind of deal where she basically feels and acts like she's the same person? I like it though, I want to see her messing with Melody some more lol

I was wondering if Kurapika's goal might come up re: the fourth prince's invitation, but it seems like the immediate concern with Fugetsu takes priority, which makes sense Zhang Lei also wanting a private audience is interesting, I wonder if that could give her and Kurapika an opportunity to meet up and plan things out before she visits terrorsandwich? Before all that, though, they'd have to deal with Benjamin (assuming it's a first-rank-first-served kind of deal), no idea how that's gonna work out unless they actually pull off the Just Murder Everyone plan

also lmaooo the love confession 😂 one the one hand I feel like all her initial suspicion and mistrust towards glasses guy has to be a setup for him to actually be more honest than she expects, but I still can't help being a bit skeptical of him... both because there has to be something going on with the heartbeat thing, right?

and also, even if it is probably what's most practical for the situation, I'm not toootally sure if I love this "stop being sad and go use your powers to help us do murders" thing lol (granted kacho was very on board with both of those, too, but. idk man, maybe at least try to comfort her a little or something? xD)

that said, he is kind of risking his neck to help them, and i Am extremely in favor of anyone and everyone being in love with melody, so i appreciate him for that haha

okay, totally baseless "theory" #1: he's melody's dead sonata friend possessing the body (& therefore lying about the not believing in ghosts thing) - probably unlikely given Fugetsu is also said to be "possessed" and that looks very different, plus it sounds like that's something Melody should be able to notice? but it'd give him a genuine motive to help her out while lying through his teeth about all the details

or totally baseless theory #2: he's literally just a normal guy with a medical condition

melody: but I just don't get it, HOW can your heartbeat be so calm and steady all the time?!? kaiser: oh, cause of the pacemaker you mean? melody:

(**based on about 2 minutes of research I don't think that's quite how pacemakers work, but it's hxh universe, there could be Something)

(on an unrelated note, I also really liked Tyson in this chapter…sounds like she was basically pressured into a death battle she assumes she won't win, but she's still just out here baking birthday cakes and trying to have a good time :( rootin for her)

...and finally can I just say, even if there was a good reason for it, I think it's hilarious that Melody's reaction to someone liking her is just "hmm... 🤔 kinda sus" alternative responses to "i love you": "with a heart rhythm as precise as an atomic clock?! yeah right!"

[courtoftheold-fashionedloverboy]

Birthday -- Joel Miller

AN: first time posting my writing. I suck at writing and I wasn’t going to post this but it made me really happy so I hope it makes someone else happy even if it’s just one person.  This is completely self indulgent so I might have gotten things wrong especially since I’ve only seen the show. Feedback is welcome! Thank you. I was  also listening to “Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy” By Queen when I wrote this because that’s how Joel Miller makes me feel. I tried to write how I feel Joel talks, but I prolly botched it lol so I’m sorry

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings: little bit spoilers for episode 9, in the beginning. pure fluff and bad writing. Age difference implied. I did not give an age for the reader but I imagine she is in her 20's. Joel is in his 50’s like in the show/game. reader uses she/her pronouns but no physical description is given. Please let me know if I missed anything. Thank you. 

Summary: It’s your birthday and Ellie bakes you a cake and Joel gets you a gift.

Word count: 2,493

Today did not feel special, despite it being your birthday. Ever since the outbreak, it had only been about surviving. You never felt like celebrating your birthday, especially not when your family was gone. What was there to celebrate? 

You were currently in Jackson having stayed with Joel and Ellie after everything that had happened.You were sitting outside writing in your journal, writing about how dreadful today was. Ellie was inside or so you thought.

“When were you planning on telling us today is your birthday Y/N?” You turned over and noticed Ellie behind you. You quickly shut your journal. “Sorry, I wasn’t trying to snoop.”

“I know you weren’t.” You sighed, “And I wasn’t planning on telling anyone that today is my birthday.”

“Why not?” Ellie asked as she sat down next to you.

“There’s nothing worth celebrating.”

“There is. We’ve managed to survive.”

“I know, it just doesn’t feel that way when my family is gone.”

“We’ve all lost someone, don’t you think the people you’ve lost, that we’ve lost would want us to find joy where we can in this world?”

You turned to face her. “Yeah, I think you’re right. You’re very wise for a kid you know?”

“I like to think I am, so, can we celebrate?” 

“Sure, but don’t tell a lot of people. I don’t like making a big deal.” 

“Does that include Joel?” 

“Uh sure, I guess, if he wants to celebrate with us.” 

“He’ll want to, don’t worry.” 

“How are you so sure?”

“I just know these kinds of things.” She got up. “I’ll leave you to your writing, I’ll come back for you when it’s time to celebrate.”

“Okay. What are you planning?”

“I just thought we’d go to the movies and maybe make something to eat together?” 

“That sounds good.” You replied. Little did you know Ellie was planning a small gathering. Ellie left and you continued to write, but instead of something bad or sad, it was something much happier. 

——

Ellie went to find Joel to let him know about Y/N’s birthday. She was hatching a plan to get them to admit their feelings for each other. “Hey, Joel?”

“Yeah?” 

“Did you know that today is Y/N’s birthday?” She asked.

“No. I didn’t. How’d you even find out?”

“I accidentally saw her writing about it in her journal. I asked her about it and and she said it was her birthday and she said she wasn’t planning on telling anyone. I convinced her to celebrate.”

“She never talked about her birthday in all the years I’ve known her. What do you need me for?”

“I need you to get her something.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s her birthday and she deserves something nice. Duh.” 

“And that’s all there is to it?” Joel asked, not quite believing that that was all.

“Yes.”

“I don’t believe you. What are you up to?”

“Nothing.” Joel gave Ellie a look. “Can’t you just get her something without questioning my motives?”

“No I can’t, not when I know you got somethin’ up your sleeve.”

“I’m not going to tell you. Just get her a gift.”

“Fine. What should I even get her?”

“I don’t know, something nice. Something that she’ll like.”

“Yes, because that narrows it down.”

“Well you’ve known her longer, so you figure it out.” 

“Gee, thanks for the help.”

“You’re welcome.” Ellie smiled brightly at him.

“And what are you gettin’ her or you ain’t tellin’ me that either?”

“If you must know, I’m baking her a cake.” 

“Good luck with that.”

“I don’t need luck. In fact, I’m a really good baker and it’s gonna be the best damn cake ever, so you better make your gift good.”

“Fine, now go. I gotta figure out what to get her.”

“Get it by 6, I’m throwing her a little surprise party at Maria and Tommy’s. Also if you see her don’t tell her about it.”

“I know how a surprise party works kid.”

“You’re also not good at shutting your mouth around her.”

‘What’s that s’posed to mean?”

“Oh, would you look at the time? I gotta go.”

“I get it, don’t tell me. See you later Ellie.”

“See you Joel!” She said and left

—

You were reading a book, when you felt someone tap your shoulder. You turned around. It was Ellie. “Hey Ellie, what’s up?”

“Maria sent me, she needs your help with something.”

“Okay, tell her I’ll be there in 10. By the way are we still going to the movies later?”

“Yes.” Ellie said and then left. You finished reading the page of the book you were on. Then you realized you looked like a mess, so you went to go change into something clean. It was also your birthday so you might as well try to look nice, especially if you were going to celebrate later with Ellie and maybe…with Joel. 

You went over to Maria’s and knocked on the door. No answer. You opened the door and entered. Maria and Tommy always said if they didn’t answer it was okay to come in. “Maria?” You called out. No answer.  You looked for her in the kitchen and the living room. No sign of anyone. Maybe she was out back, like she sometimes was. You decided to go to the backyard and see if she was there. 

You opened the door and immediately you heard. “Surprise!” You saw Maria, Tommy, their baby, and Ellie smiling at you. You didn’t see Joel and your heart sank, but you didn’t let it show. You smiled and gave each one of them a hug as they said “Happy Birthday” to you. 

“Thank you all. You didn’t have to do this.”

“When Ellie told us it was your birthday, we knew we had to do something. Even if we haven’t known each other long, we consider you family.” Tommy said. Tears filled your eyes.

“Thank you.” You looked to Ellie and said, “You were right. There is something worth celebrating. This family.” They all smushed you into a hug. After a minute they pulled away.

“I have a surprise!” Ellie shouted.

“What is it?” You asked.

“Maria and me made you a cake!”

“Thank you Ellie and Maria!” You said and Ellie went inside the house to go get it. 

Ellie entered the house and noticed Joel looking at you longingly through a window. “You know, staring at her like that won’t do you any favors.”

Joel turned around, “Huh?”

“Look, I know you have feelings for her, so when are you going to tell her?”

“How do you know?”

“Joel, you stare at her like an idiot every time she’s in your presence.”

“I didn’t know I was that obvious.”

“Well you are, so tell her.” Insisted Ellie.

“She’s not going to wanna  be with an old man like me.”

“Don’t you think that’s for her to decide? When you make up your mind tell her.” Ellie grabbed the cake and went to go back outside. Joel hesitated for a bit, but followed Ellie outside. He saw Y/N and immediately lost his breath.

You saw Ellie come out with the biggest smile on her face and an absolutely beautiful cake, covered in your favorite colors. Maria, Tommy and Ellie began singing “Happy Birthday”. You were so focused on everyone that you didn’t notice Joel come in behind Ellie until he joined in the singing. You heart skipped a beat when you locked eyes with him. You gave him a smile and he smiled back. After the singing was over, you cut the cake and handed everyone a slice. 

“This is delicious Ellie and Maria!” You said after tasting your first bite.

“You have Maria to thank for that. She helped me a lot.” Ellie said.

“I’m sure you would have done great regardless of my help. You’re pretty good at this.” Maria responded.

“I agree.” You said and you gave Ellie a hug. 

You finished your cake and excused yourself to go to the bathroom. When you came out, you saw Joel standing around in the living room. He turned around to look at you and he quietly said “Wow, you look beautiful.” 

“Thank you, Joel.” You decided to say, even though you knew he probably didn’t mean for you to hear it. He looked away, as if he was having trouble looking you in the eyes.

“You, uh weren’t s’posed to hear that.” 

You decided to tease him. “Does that mean you’re taking back what you said about me being beautiful?”

Something in him shifted and he decided to be bold. He looked at you. “No, I don’t wanna take it back because I mean it.”

“Do I still look beautiful even after a day of hard work? That’s when I feel the least beautiful.” You don’t know why you admitted that last part.

“You always look beautiful, even then.” You were suddenly feeling shy that the man you were in love with was calling you beautiful. You were silent for a while, neither of you knowing what to say. 

You spoke first. “I was starting to think you weren’t coming.”

“I was always meaning to come, just not late. The reason I was late was because I was trying to figure out what to get you for your birthday.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything, I appreciate you just being here. Your presence is the biggest gift I could get.”

“Ellie insisted I get you a gift, and I think it was a good idea.” He grabbed a leather bound journal from the couch and handed it to you. “It’s not much, but I know you love writing.” 

“Joel, I—I wouldn’t have cared if you got me a pen, or a card or nothing at all. This is perfect. Thank you. I love it. I love you.” You said those three words unintentionally but you were feeling so overwhelmed that they slipped out. He came closer to you. You looked down, hoping you didn’t just ruin everything.

“Hey, look at me.” Joel said as he lifted your chin. You stared at his beautiful brown eyes. “I was s’posed to say that first.” Your breath hitched. “I love you too, Y/N.”

“Really? You’re not just saying it out of pity?” 

“Look at the inscription in the journal.” 

You opened the journal and saw Joel’s familiar handwriting. The inscription said:

“Y/N, I know you’ll make good use of this journal. You write so beautifully and I hope you never stop writing. I also hope that you continue to share what you write with me. I want you to know that it brings me such joy to hear you tell me your stories and poems. I admit, I wish that you would write something about me in there. You have been such a bright light for me these past few years. You mean the world to me and I love you, so, so much. — Joel”

You had tears running down your face. “Don’t cry darlin’. I meant every single word.” He cupped your face and wiped the tears with his thumbs. His face was so close to yours. 

His gaze flicked to your lips. “I want you to kiss me, please Joel.” And he did. He kissed you softly, as if you were some delicate porcelain doll that would break if he kissed you too hard. You pulled away. “Joel, you can kiss me harder than that, I promise I won’t break.” He kissed you again. This time a little bit harder, and the kiss felt like it lasted for hours. 

You both pulled away and he put your foreheads together. “You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to kiss you.”

“Me too.” You smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. He pulled you into an embrace as if he never wanted to let you go and so you said, “I’m not going away. Ever.”

“I know and I love you.”

“I love you too.” 

“Finally!” You both turned to the voice and saw Ellie.

“How long have you been standin’ there?” Joel asked.

“Long enough to know my plan worked. Do you know how hard it was to get you two together?”

“I knew you were up to somethin’.”

“But you can’t be mad can you Joel?”

“I guess not. Thank you for the nudge.”

“Nudge? I’m offended, that was a push. You wouldn’t be here kissing if I didn’t do something. You two are such lovesick puppies it hurts.” Joel rolled his eyes. 

“Thank you Ellie, for the push. We were being idiots this whole time.” You said

“Yes you were but I’m happy for the both of you.”

“C’mere kid.” Joel said to Ellie and he gave her a hug, that you joined in as well. 

After a while Ellie said, “All right, lovebirds. Time to go back outside.”

“Fine.” Joel grabbed your hand. “Let’s go darlin’.” 

“Can you give me one last kiss?” You asked.

He gave you a short kiss. You pouted and he said, “If I gave you anymore, we’re not going back outside.”

“Ew, get a room! Or at least wait until I’m not here.” Ellie said. You and Joel both rolled your eyes. 

“We love you too Ellie.” You said. 

“Yeah, yeah. I love you both, now let’s go outside.” You followed her outside with Joel’s hand in yours, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Maria and Tommy.

“Finally.” Said Tommy. “You both were such idiots.”

“Yeah, we know Tommy.” Joel said.

“I’m happy for you brother. I really am. You deserve to be happy.” Tommy gave Joel a hug. He then gave you one. “Y/N you’re a keeper. Now be sure to keep him in his place.” 

“I heard that.” Joel said.

“Don’t worry I will.” You replied smiling.

Maria also hugged the both of you. “I’m happy for both of you.”

“Can we dance now?” Ellie asked.

“Of course. Play whatever you want Ellie. The box of records are over by the record player.” Maria said.

A familiar old love song started to play. “Of course Ellie chose a love song.” Joel said.

“Care to dance?” You asked and held out your arm.

Joel kissed your hand. “I’ll always dance with you, sweetheart.” You smiled and put your arms around his neck. He put his hands on your waist and you danced to the music.

You two were in your own little world, smiling like the love sick puppies you were. “I have something to tell you.” You said to Joel.

“What is it?” 

“The poems I’ve shared with you weren’t about an old love like I said, they’re about you. I just never had the guts to tell you.”

“I think that deserves a kiss.” Joel said and he kissed you.

“More dancing, less kissing!” Ellie shouted. You both laughed. You danced the night away with the love of your life and your found family. This is the life you searched for and you finally got it.

[karlyboyyy]

My super insightful prediction for how Buddy Daddies will end!

(As of episode 8. Honestly, a lot can happen in the next 4-5 episodes, but a bitch can dream, right?!)

First of all, the guys and Miri will somehow escape the clutches of The Organization™️ and live happily ever after. How exactly this happens, I’m not sure. Will Rei go full John Wick and take out all who threaten his happiness, thus ending the family business for good, all without even breaking a sweat? Maybe. He’s got the skills and the motivation to do it. Will Rei’s father end up meeting Kazuki and Miri, fall in love with how adorable and charming they are, and change his mind about wanting to remove them from Rei’s life? Eh, not likely (although that would be hilarious and such a freaking plot twist). Will we discover that Kyutaro is actually some sort of mastermind behind the entire operation, working to dismantle the system from the inside out, and after successfully taking down Rei’s father, he allows Rei and Kazuki to quietly leave the Organization without any horrible repercussions? I mean… this is entirely possible and would not surprise me at all (Who exactly are you, Kyu-chan??) Whatever the case may be, I have hope!

Then, upon leaving the organization, Rei will take Kazuki’s last name and will therefore no longer be a Suwa. This would allow him to live his own life without the expectation of continuing the Suwa family line. We’ve already seen that they’re able to get their hands on forged official documents, so it wouldn’t really be too difficult for them to obtain fake identification documents. And even if they couldn’t get the documents themselves due to losing their connections from the Organization, you better believe Kyutaro would be there to assist (I mean come on, we all know he’s the number one KazuRei stan). As much as I would LOVE to see an on-screen wedding for Kazuki and Rei, I just don’t think that’s going to happen. Heck, we’ll be lucky if we even get to see any real intimacy or affection between the two. But having Rei take Kazuki’s last name so that he can live a quiet happy life with his new family? That’s some pretty heavy symbolism and good enough for me!

Lastly, Kazuki will officially adopt Miri. They already have the forged documents, but I think he’ll want to make it more legitimate by giving her his family name. At this point, he’ll already have Rei in the bag, so the icing on the cake would be to officially make Miri their daughter. And I think the guys will make it a special occasion for her, too. They’ll dress up in their best wedding formal attire, and vow to be together as a family forever. And then, when they go to enroll her into elementary school, they won’t have to make up a story for why they all have different last names. Instead, they’ll be able to confidently introduce themselves as the Kurusu family.

[nana-kom]

Hi so this is the part 2 of delivery boy since some of you have for it ! 💕

This is a wg story, this contain: feederism, humiliation, breaking furniture. If you don’t like don’t read.

Delivery boy

Part 2

Since Chan had met Felix, all his life had changed. First, he had moved home because Félix now needed help with a lot of things, and then he was happy to have found such a perfect boyfriend, especially as he could take care of him as much as feed him whatever he wanted. Chan spent most of his days at college studying and continuing his job as a delivery boy, but once he got home, he could only look after his boyfriend. Félix, despite his weight, continued to work, even if he didn't go out as often as he used to, making photography and working on the photo was still as much a passion as eating. That morning Chan went to the university for her first class of the day and bumped into her best friend Changbin, who had been absent for a while because he was also working alongside his studies, but for the end of the semester he had to be present.

"So you're back after all?" asked Chan.

"Believe me, that's not what makes me the happiest, but Seungmin motivated me to come."

"It's good to listen to the voice of reason."

"Please don't ever say that to his face!" laughed Changbin. "Well then, tell me what's new here?"

"Okay. I didn't dare tell you by message but...I've moved in with someone..."

"WHAT? Who with? And you didn't tell me!"

"It just happened...I fell under his spell, his name is Felix...and...I'm really in love...." said Chan shyly.

"Felix? Wait a minute, isn't that Lee Felix? The photographer?"

"Yes, it is! Do you know him?"

"Uh... just by name..." said Changbin, looking away.

"I could introduce you if you like!"

Changbin nodded and the two men returned to their classes. For his part, Felix was working, one hand retouching photos and the other in a packet of cakes Chan had prepared for him. The apartment had been modified a little since his weight gain, and Chan had bought a bed with a remote control for standing up, and Felix had just slid in a table on wheels so that he could be at his desk without having to move. Felix could still walk, of course, but on the days when he didn't feel like it, they had found a solution. At the end of the day, Felix heard the apartment door open and Chan's voice talking to someone. Out of curiosity, he got out of bed with the help of a handle they'd also added to the bedroom, and once up on his feet, began to make his way around their apartment before coming across Chan and a man he didn't know.

Changbin was surprised to see Felix; he'd never seen anyone so...fat. He'd seen photos of Felix on social networks in the past and wondered how he could have changed so much.How he could look more like a whale than a human. His belly sagged in front of him and his whole body looked sulky, he had bigger breasts than any woman he'd ever seen in his life and his double chins completely covered his neck. Chan then stepped forward before giving Felix a kiss and asking him how his day had gone, and Changbin couldn't help thinking of his boyfriend, whom he so longed to see like this. Chan then introduced Felix to Changbin and while Chan went to make drinks they both sat down in the living room.

"It's funny, but you’re name reminded me something…do I know you ?!" Ask Felix. "Have we met before?"

"Actually...it's a little cringe but...I've already asked you for a retouching job..."

"Oh really?"

"Yes it was...several months ago...maybe even last year. It's a bit embarrassing...but...it was for my boyfriend..."

"Oh....I remember now! I can't thank you enough for this request! How's your boyfriend?"

"Wh...hum...he's very fine thanks." replied

Changbin wondered if he was behind the change in Felix, and if so, he found it very exciting. The three men spent the evening chatting together and Changbin was happy for Chan to have found someone like Felix. For his part Changbin had warned his boyfriend that he would be home late. Since Seungmin had more free time than he did, he decided to clean up their apartment and sort through their belongings. They'd been living together for over a year now and had started storing more and more stuff, so Seungmin wanted to see if there was anything to throw away. Starting in the living room, he made his way to Changbin's office, where he began sorting through papers and notebooks, when suddenly he came across a notebook he'd never had before, hidden in a small corner. He then took it in his hand before opening it and was surprised to see a photo of himself, a photo of him with more weight.....He then frowned and turned the pages of the notebook before understanding that his boyfriend before a kink about seeing people gain weight. He'd heard of it before, but he didn't know that Changbin also had this kind of penchant. He then closed the book before returning to the living room and lay back on the sofa, thinking. He'd always been very thin, and Changbin was the chubbier of the two, so he didn't know if getting fatter would really appeal to him. At the same time, he picked up his phone and saw that his boyfriend had posted a story. He then saw a photo of him with Chan and his...boyfriend...fuck...this guy's huge, he thought as he looked at Felix in the photo. As Changbin had tagged Felix, Seungmin clicked on his account and saw photos he'd taken as well as photos he'd retouched or reworked because he must have been a photographer. Seungmin also came across photos of himself much thinner than he is now. Is this how Changbin would like to see me? he wondered. Just then, Changbin walked through the apartment door, joined Seungmin on the sofa and lay down to hug him.

"Sorry I'm late, Chan was introducing me to his boyfriend."

"I saw the story yes...did you have fun?"

"Yes it was fun Felix is super nice, I'm glad he's dating Chan." Seungmin decided to play innocent.

"Don't you think he's...too fat?"

"I don't think it's cool to judge him!"

"I know I know, but honestly...being so fat...and…heavy...can you imagine being like that?" said Seungmin, straightening up to face Changbin, who swallowed and blushed.

"I…that’s his life…i can…hum…understand..."

"I'd have a hard time imagining myself like that...could you live with me if I took more than 100kg ? » Changbin pupils dilated and he continued to listen Seungmin very interesting by the conversation right now. » That I needed your help to get out of bed ?That I spent my days gorging myself until I couldn't move? That one leg was bigger than my two legs combined? Can you imagine?" Changbin was excited by Seungmin's words and tried to hide it as best he could, squeezing his legs together to hide his erection.

"I...never thought about it.....but.....whatever happens I love you so it doesn't matter if you gain weight..."

"Maybe if I had to gain weight you should start feeding me Binnie!"

"Wh.....what?"

"I found the photo you had retouched of me." Changbin looked away and hid his face.

"I'm sorry, Minnie! I'm not weird I promise you.... I had....it was stupid and..."

"I didn't ask you to apologize, I told you I was hungry," said Seungmin with a serious look on his face and Changbinhis boyfriend understood before standing up.

"Yes, sorry. I'll be right there Sir."

Changbin then hurried to get everything he could from their kitchen before bringing it to Seungmin. He placed various dishes on the table and then timidly began to give them to Seungmin to eat. This was the first time he'd fed anyone, and he felt so excited that he could hardly hide it. Seungmin had noticed how much that turn on his boyfriend and was going to make the most of it. Changbin began to feed him everything he could, wanting to make sure he didn't push him too far, but Seungmin continued to encourage him and Changbin simply obeyed his boyfriend's wishes and his dominant side.

Over the following weeks, Seungmin continued to eat more than his appetite required, whether with Changbin's help or on his own. He was enjoying putting on weight; he'd never imagined he'd have a belly, and now he felt that all his pants had become too small for his belly, which was still swollen from his many snacks during the day. Changbin had also asked Felix for advice and he had been delighted to help. Chan was also surprised to become Seungmin's new delivery boy for those days when he felt like stuffing his face with fast food. Seungmin was becoming Changbin's dream man, and the bigger his body got, the more parties he had to love. One evening, while Changbin and Seungmin were having a feeding session, Changbin’s phone rang.

"Binnie! You...how can I put this...I need your help....to you and Seungmin..." said Chan from the other end of the phone.

"What's going on?" Changbin replied.

"Well, Felix was sitting on a chair in the kitchen and it broke..."

"Oh fuck, is he all right?"

"Yes...it's just that...I can't lift him by myself..."

"Oh....we’re coming!" said Changbin without hesitation.

He then explained the situation to Seungmin and in a few minutes they arrived at their friends' apartment. And on the way home, they saw Felix lying in the kitchen on the debris of the chair, finishing eating what he'd had to start earlier, unable to lift himself or even Chan. Seungmin was surprised as he detailed Felix's body. Is this my future? He wondered as he passed his gaze over Felix's wide legs, where even his feet were pudgy, and his belly was so fucking fat that he recover his legs. No wonder he can’t lift himself. He also start wondering if Felix was able to touch himself since his dick was now hide under a huge belly. He also watched his triple chin sink into his face as he ate, he bit his lip, finding him cute.

He then noticed that his boyfriend was also absorbed in Félix's body and could see him blushing. The three of them went over to Felix and started to help him up. He was really heavy, so Changbin took care of pushing his back, while Chan and Seungmin took care of his arms. After several strenuous minutes, Felix was finally on his feet, out of breath from all his efforts to get up, and hurried (at his own fast, of course) to the drink on the table.

"Don't you have a reinforced chair?" asked Seungmin asked.

"Yes...but it only went to 250kg....we'll have to buy some more."

"You feed me too well." said Felix, taking another piece of cake.

"Felix can I ask you a question?" then asked Seungmin.

"Of course, with pleasure!"

"Isn't it hard to live like this? Do you think I could do it?"

"Listen Seungmin, ever since I imagined you as a chubby, I haven't seen you any other way, I hope you'll make it, look at you, you're so much cuter with a few extra kilos." he said, looking down at his belly.

"And maybe one day I'll overtake you!" he says, having regained his confidence.

"Is that a challenge?"

"Maybe so."

[shouldiusemyname]

Step by step ep 9 - Jeng v. Pat

I get that this ep felt somewhat confusing and all over the place, but I think that even if it wasn't the intention, it works for the story.

I will explain.

We have two characters, Jeng and Pat, that up until now seemed to be moving forward to...somewhere, I guess. They were getting along well, they seemed to have things in common, they were clearly finding each other interesting.

However! These two were operating on different planes ALL THIS TIME. I'm going to argue that even though we got more of Pat's perspective up until now, we were actually put in a position that made the viewer perceive Pat as Jeng does. Being happy, easy going most of the time if it's not work related, flirty and so on. We were not getting ANY of his romantic insecurities about Jeng, because once he closed the door on that option, it was closed. Nothing was showing on the outside. Not for Jeng and not for us. It did show when Pat didn't know Jeng was his boss - we saw him talking to the others at the restaurant saying Jeng was too perfect. But everything after that was all about Jeng being a boss and not a potential partner.

Last week's ep made me realize that drunk Pat is the real Pat. When he drinks he lets his guard down and it takes over. His reactions and behaviors are true to his feelings. Which is why I think he's having trouble remembering what happens when he drinks. Sober Pat shoves everything back deep inside.

So now, ep 9 has two steps -

After Pat learns Jeng is gay, but still doesn't remember the confession on the dancefloor.

After the second clear and sober (for Pat) confession.

We were thinking that Pat's issue is going to be about Jeng praising him regarding work, questioning Jeng's motives. However, when Pat learns Jeng is gay, he is thrown right back to the first deception (as he sees it). He is now understanding that Jeng has been manipulating him from day one:

Jeng knew that Pat was an employee of his company while he was an executive.

Jeng knew that he was Pat's boss while Pat was going on about how everyone is worried about the new boss.

Even if only for a very short time, Jeng knew that Pat was a customer at his restaurant before Pat knew Jeng was the one in the kitchen cooking his food.

Jeng is a micromanager.

Jeng knows Pat is gay while Pat is obsessed with finding the woman Jeng is hiding.

Jeng somehow knows Put.

Jeng knows he loves likes Pat while Pat is oblivious.

Jeng is always one step ahead of Pat and the only thing it's doing is making Pat believe that Jeng is a manipulative controlling person that cannot be trusted.

All of this is happening in Pat's brain after the gay confession - aka step one.

After the second confession - aka step two, Pat just loses it. Don't text me, Don't call me, If it's not work related I don't wanna hear about it. This confession being the cherry on top of a huge deception cake, is just further proof for Pat that he is being manipulated.

Pat can't see how this person is either:

good for him, being the manipulative control freak Jeng is perceived to be,

OR

has any actual interest in him, being the perfect person Jeng is.

All he sees is that Jeng wants something from him and he can't figure out what exactly - is it sexual? is it work related?

The Parent Reaction

Poor Pat's parents. Their son is breaking down in front of them and they are also trying to figure out what the hell is going on. I can remember times in my life when I was just an emotional mess and was unable to share why with my parents. But this is what parents do - your kid is in distress and you try to figure out what's wrong. The only thing they can think of, with what he's giving them, is their divorce, so they go with it. I really do love them. They seem to be good parents and Pat likes them.

The Jeng Angle (aka Jangle)

As for Jeng... That poor man is an emotional mess. He is just spiralling, firing in all directions, hoping something will hit. Honestly, His breakdown felt way too personal.

Not only did he put his heart out there risking rejection, he was rejected violently both from having his feelings accepted AND from being Pat's safe zone, which is what he really actually wants to be.

If last week we got a glimpse into Jeng's internal monologue, this ep we are getting to feel him.

This ep feels like Jeng does.

So, basically, the ep being all over the place is quite fitting for both of their situations.

[ddarker-dreams]

Your latest yan-kazuha fic has me in complete disarray. I had finally reached the quest to inazuma and instantly became infatuated with him (once more I might add-) and considering I've read (almost all I believe) your yandere (Fics/Drabbles?) With him involved, I was extremely curious as to how he uh..kidnapped (IT FEELS SO STRANGE SAYING THAT IN A SENTENCE) the reader. Safe to say I was pleasantly surprised to see you had written an entire fic for him recently and thought "yeah, maybe this is the day we finally cave since he's been so sweet despite the predicament he's put us in". NOPE. WRONG. The plot twist was insane and the way it was worded?!?! I NEVER saw it coming. Perfectly done.

This is exactly how I looked:

Now I can't sleep-

HONESTLY that picture is exactly how i looked when i thought of the idea for the end of the story... i was like man this is too evil, isn't it... it's just too unfair... which is exactly why i had so much motivation to write it. i was hype thinking about the moment where the reader realizes what's happen and goes oh. i frequently write a reader/MC that i feel like has been dealt the worst hand, but honestly, panacea's MC might just take the cake for unluckiest.

thank you so much for sharing your thoughts, this was definitely the reaction i was hoping for JGEKRM <333

AAA thank you so much <33

i tried to slap some foreshadowing in there, although i always consider that literary device to be one of my weakest 😭 i vacillate between thinking “is this just too pretentiously vague?” and “this is so heavy-handed it’s embarrassing.” my two main moods. 

yan kazuha is one of my favorite yandere characters to explore. i almost consider him a black sheep of sorts compared to the types i usually gravitate toward. the charismatic and ready-to-give-their-darling-a-midlife-crisis yans are who i normally have the most fun writing, but kazuha... he’s special. intentional manipulation isn’t really his thing, it’s more of a byproduct from how unassuming he acts. i always have a rough idea of how i want my readers to feel during/after they finish a story. for characters like chrollo and scaramouche, i am for that “wow he’s awful i hate him (affectionate)” response, but for kazuha, it’s “wow he’s kinda pathetic i still kinda hate him though (very affectionate).” 

reader wasn’t hallucinating! the metal cling was indeed the hydro vision that they received, instead of just putting pressure on kazuha’s wound, they inadvertently healed him with their freshly received vision. 

honestly yan kazuha is the type to fake getting hurt just to see if it might bring out some caring traits from his darling hnjtkmegr that wasn’t what i had in mind when i was writing the story but it’s a very interesting concept nonetheless 👀

AHH thank you very much <3333 i’m wishing you a good 2023 as well!!

‘(i love when he gets pathetic)’ LMAOTJGENRK you’ll see a lot of that in my yandere kazuha works... the guy has next to no shame... he radiates this ‘i’m just happy to be here’ vibe whenever he’s beside his darling. even if he’s dying. what a dude. you’re right about that being how he’ll interpret it, he’s already the type to try and subtly spin things in his favor. this gives him a lot of material to work with. it’s very likely that reader is going try and get rid of the vision!! although, according to keqing’s character stories, it’s almost like the beherit from berserk ... there seems to be no way of permanently getting rid of a vision. that shade of blue will continue to haunt them forevermore.