#I thought I was a bad person for thinking about making a move when I had JUST found out that he had broken up w his gf just a couple of

[hotcupoteckla]

Do people not understand catharsis?

Do people not understand thought process displacement?

Are people not aware that readers used to actively seek out books that made you feel and think deeply about things as a form of brain exercise?

Like why, why do you think it is when you watch movies or books set way back in time that the characters who read are bullied by the hypermachismo holders and are called "sissies"?

Because books enabled readers to cry, and crying allows a person's emotional resiliency to build, and hyper machismo holders hate it when other people have emotional resilience, because they don't have it.

Sometimes a deeply saddening thing occurs so quickly you cannot process it, because if your brain processed it right in that moment, you would stop functioning as a living being.

So you feel numb, and go through the motions, until you're safer and you start to feel happier again.

Then you read a book about a character losing someone dear to them, or how they survived child abuse, and your brain unlocks at least part of your experience in your crying and expression of catharsis on behalf of the character.

You cry and things feel better, and you're not as likely to shutdown over a memory overwhelming you when you least expect it.

AND if you are so lucky as to have not encountered anything so heart-rendingly awful yet, YOUR BRAIN IS STILL HELPED.

It now has an example to compare to when you do encounter deeply traumatizing events, and can cite the book as an example of "they moved past this style of event, I believed it possible for them, I can do it too."

Like maybe the character had magic to help them, but usually - it's not the magic that gets you out of a bad situation.

It's working with a friend, or listening to good advice from someone knowledgeable.

It's helping someone in need as you see it happen, without any thought of it being returned.

It's stopping your distress and thinking of a solution with the resources you have at hand.

It's convincing your jailer that this is unjust for everyone.

The triumph in spite of bad things happening to us is the Part that builds resiliency, and that cannot happen without a whumph getting in the way.

Like sure, the authors can make it so your favorite character that is the stand in for who you desire to be doesn't die, but would it be as compelling to read without that risk of loss?

If it was just rainbows and sunshine all of the time for everyone, wouldn't you just be reading another "billionaires get everything they want" story?

Not every book is going to be for you.

Did I throw The Last Battle across the room after C.S. Lewis decided to kill off Susan's Entire Family (we're talking 20+ funerals from a train crash before their family reunion) and then Victim Blamed Her for Not Believing in Aslan anymore? You betcha.

Did I think that sucked? Yes..100%

Did it serve his story? ...as loathe as I am to admit it, yes, he wanted to drive home the Christian Allegory and make Susan out to be a pragmatic adult, but one who lost faith in the stories of their childhood. We're supposed to feel less sympathy for her as she turned into a snooty Karen like mother to her kids. Her kids were on the train, as was her husband.

So do I hate C.S. Lewis? No, but I know now that he's willing to sacrifice anything in his story to make a point about faith and Christianity.

And all the Blorbo-Defenders from upthread really need to read more books if they think the WORST thing you can do to a character or your readership is kill a character off.

Sometimes, the worst thing you can do to a character is leave them as the Lone Survivor.

And it's better to experience it in a book, to become a more resilient person. To have catharsis built into your escape.

im starting to think you guys dont like it when stories make you feel things

[tsuutarr]

Tavern Owner Orc x New Hire Reader

I got to participate in the lovely Ozzgin's Secret Santa Event!! This one is for @tranquilo-antique-apothecary!!

Content is about 1K words of him being down bad for you <3

Sekkrad has always liked the bustling atmosphere of taverns, rich with rambunctious laughter and delicious food. After every win or loss, Sekkrad and his comrades would settle down at their favorite tavern, almost as if it were their second home. Maybe that was why he decided to open a quaint tavern after retiring from his warrior duties.

Despite his retirement, Sekkrad has always kept himself in shape. Working out has been engraved into his body, but beyond that, it’s also because his patrons can get quite rowdy at times. Plus, it’s helpful to be athletic when you’re working as much as he is. That said…

He really could use some help.

So, he puts up a flyer seeking an employee. As expected, there are some pretty good candidates. What’s unexpected, however, is you. You’re just so cute that Sekkrad literally stopped thinking when he first saw you walk through the tavern’s doors. He’s not even sure how he got through interviewing you, but somehow he did. And, just his luck, you’re a great candidate – exactly what he’s looking for! A good personality, a solid resume, and a cute face… so of course he hires you.

But on second thought – maybe it wasn’t his best idea. You look too adorable in the tavern’s uniform (that uniform does not usually look that good). And he practically blanks out every time you’re around him. You just look so soft and huggable. Plus that smile? It’s a killer. Thankfully, he somehow manages to guide you through your tasks and answer questions with a blank face (that he is desperately trying to control).

As he’s mulling about how he’s supposed to act around you, he notices you struggling to reach up to get a bottle of bourbon on one of the shelves. Without a second thought, he reaches over you, pressing his muscular body against your softer one.

“Here,” he grunts, voice low, as sirens whir in his head over how good your body feels against his. It’s like you fit perfectly against him.

“Thank you!” you respond, smile bright. Oh, Gods. You’re going to kill him.

He nods. “If y’need anything else, let me know.”

With that said, he moves to the storage in the back. He almost slams his head into the bag of flour, but reigns himself in after remembering how expensive flour is nowadays. Instead, he picks up some more syrup for his cocktails, willing himself to behave.

Despite the turmoil your presence brings to him, he manages to get through the day with relative ease. Hiring you really was the right choice – you’re an excellent worker. Smart, quick on the uptake, easy on the eyes – you’re just the perfect hire.

As he closes shop, wiping a wine glass clean, he watches as you wipe down the last table, a feeling of fondness spreading through his chest at how much of a hard worker you are. As you finish up, he prepares a sweet cocktail for you, before motioning you over.

“Good job,” he says, passing the cocktail to you.

“Thank you!”

He nods, motioning for you to sit. “Wait there.”

“Yessir,” you respond, saluting before you sit down. You watch as he disappears into the kitchen in the back, the sweet taste of your cocktail spreading over your tongue pleasantly.

It only takes him a few moments to come back with a plate of warm food. He places it in front of you.

“Eat up,” he murmurs, crossing his arms. “You were a great help today.”

Your cheeks heat up, making Sekkrad want to scream – you’re just so stinking adorable.

“I’m glad!” you beam, making his lips twitch up into a smile involuntarily. 

The way you eat his food also makes him feel warm and happy – it’s always a treat when someone enjoys his food.

“It was delicious!” you tell him once you’re done eating.

“Let me know what y’like to eat,” he says, looking pleased as you polish off his food. “I’ll make it for you next time.”

Eagerly, you tell him your favorite food, which he files away for later. He takes your empty dishes, which you try to protest, saying that you’ll clean up after yourself. He’s having none of it, though, and cleans up promptly as you finish off your cocktail.

“I’ll walk you home,” he offers while wiping his hands off on his apron. “It’s late.”

“Oh, I couldn’t possibly impose.”

Sekkrad doesn’t want to seem pushy, not when he really doesn’t want you to hate him, but he’s more concerned for your safety than anything. “You wouldn’t be imposing,” he replies, trying to make his voice softer. “I just want t’make sure my new hire’s safe.”

“Well…” you look up at him and Sekkrad has to look behind you so that he won’t combust. “...I’d appreciate it, thank you! I’ll go get my things.”

“Yeah,” he responds, watching as you go to the back to get your things. When you reappear, he straightens his back, motioning to the door. “Ready?”

“Yessir!” you say, starting your journey back to your home.

Your walk back with him is quiet and peaceful as everyone else is asleep. That, and Sekkrad has never been much of a talker, but he’s especially nervous around you. He’s not entirely sure how he’s supposed to talk to you, so he opts not to. Besides, you seem content to walk beside him quietly (and it’s just… nice to see how comfortable you look beside him). Despite his nervousness, he’s actually pretty content himself.

In fact, when you two arrive at your home, Sekkrad is almost disappointed. Still, he got you home safe and nothing was really amiss, so he can’t complain.

“Rest up,” he says, nodding at you. “I’ll see you at night.”

“I’ll be there dark and early,” you grin.

He can’t help but crack a smile at that. “Good.”

With a small laugh and a final wave, you enter your home. Sekkrad lingers until he’s fully sure you’re safe inside, before turning his heels to walk back to the tavern with light steps.

He really, really can’t wait to see you again.

[gainercontent]

Room to Grow Part 1: Bad Influences

Elliot had always been the skinny guy. At 23, he was tall and lean, with a metabolism that seemed to burn through food like it was nothing. He didn’t work out obsessively or follow any strict diet. It was just the way he was. His friends liked to joke that he could eat an entire pizza and still fit into his skinny jeans the next day, and for the most part, it was true. He liked being that way—easy, effortless, and always confident in his own skin.

When Elliot moved to the city for a new job, he quickly realized that finding an apartment he could afford on his own was next to impossible. After a couple of weeks, he found a shared apartment close to work and agreed to room with two guys, both of whom were a bit older than him. The rent was cheaper, and it seemed like a good deal.

The first time he met his new roommates, he was a little surprised. They were both big guys, especially compared to him. There was Ryan, with his thick arms and broad chest, wearing a band t-shirt and cargo shorts, and then there was Mark, who was tall but with a soft roundness to him that suggested he enjoyed a few too many late-night snacks. They both had warm, easy-going personalities that immediately put Elliot at ease. 

“Hey man, welcome!” Ryan said with a smile, slapping him on the back as they shook hands. 

Mark, with a lazy grin, handed him a plate of brownies. “We’ve got more where that came from,” he joked, “but don't feel obligated to eat them... unless you're hungry.”

Elliot laughed awkwardly, not sure what to say. He accepted a brownie and followed them inside. The apartment was cozy, decorated with posters of classic rock bands and sports teams. It was clear they had lived there for a while, and it felt like their space. Elliot tried not to think too hard about the size of the couch or the wide kitchen table that always seemed to be piled high with food containers.

Over the next few days, he got into a routine. He worked long hours and spent most evenings in his room, catching up on emails or watching shows online. He didn’t have a lot of time to get to know Ryan and Mark, but he did notice how much they loved to cook and eat together. It was always pizza night, or they’d whip up something hearty in the kitchen, from massive pots of spaghetti to giant meatloaves. 

Elliot, by contrast, usually grabbed something light—a salad or a protein bar—when he wasn’t too busy. He didn’t want to make a big deal of it. He’d politely decline when they offered him a plate of whatever they were eating, not wanting to come off as rude or judgmental. 

One night, after Ryan made his signature homemade lasagna, he turned to Elliot. “Hey, man, you’re gonna eat with us, right?”

Elliot froze. He had been about to grab a salad, but he didn’t want to seem like he was avoiding them. “Uh, I’m good. Thanks, though. I just ate earlier.”

Mark, who was lounging on the couch, raised an eyebrow. “You sure? This is *the* lasagna, Elliot. Don’t want you to miss out on it.”

Elliot smiled awkwardly. “I appreciate it, really. I just don’t eat as much as you guys, I guess.”

Ryan set down his fork and looked at him, his expression thoughtful. “Hey, I get it. But honestly, we’re not here to make you feel weird about it. We just like eating together, that’s all. You don’t have to stick to your salad thing just because of us. We’re not judging.”

Mark chimed in from the couch, “Yeah, man, we’ve got no problem with what you eat, but if you’re ever hungry, just join us. No pressure.”

Elliot felt a weird lump in his throat. He’d always been the guy who prided himself on being the one who didn’t care what anyone else thought. But in this moment, he realized he had been putting up walls—around his food choices, his routine, and even his relationships. He wasn’t just trying to avoid calories; he was isolating himself from them, from them as people.

The next weekend, Ryan and Mark invited him to join them for a “healthy cooking day.” Elliot was hesitant at first, unsure of what that meant in their world, but he agreed. They spent the afternoon trying new recipes—grilled chicken, roasted vegetables, and a huge smoothie bar. For once, Elliot wasn’t the only one watching his food intake. He felt like he wasn’t *on display* for his choices anymore. He was just another guy, chopping vegetables, chatting about movies, and trying to make something together.

As the evening came around, they all sat down with bowls of their homemade stir-fry, laughing about silly things from work and sharing stories about past roommates and cooking disasters.

“That was a lot better than I thought it’d be,” Elliot admitted, pushing his empty bowl aside. “I think I’ve just been so stuck in my own head, you know? About food, about what I *should* eat, what I *shouldn’t* eat.”

Ryan leaned back in his chair, nodding. “Yeah, man, I totally get it. It’s all about balance, right? We’ve both been there—stuck in cycles of eating out or trying to cut out everything. It’s about enjoying food and not obsessing over it.”

Mark added, “Exactly. And hey, if you want to keep things healthy, we’re all for it. We’re just trying to make it a little easier for everyone, right?”

Elliot smiled, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. They weren’t just his roommates. They were his friends. They didn’t care about how he looked or what he ate. They just wanted to hang out and share good food, good company, and good times.

Over time, Elliot found that living with Ryan and Mark didn’t just teach him how to enjoy meals more freely, but also how to be more open. Their easy-going attitude about food, body image, and life in general started to rub off on him. He didn’t feel the need to be the skinny guy who had it all figured out. He could be himself—and sometimes, that meant indulging in a big meal, enjoying pizza without guilt, or laughing at a late-night snack with his roommates. 

They all grew in their own ways, together. And Elliot realized that, more than anything, this shared apartment was a space where they could be who they were, without judgment. It was a place to grow—not just in size, but in friendship.

At first, it was a struggle. Elliot had never really thought about how much he could eat. He had always maintained his slender frame with little effort, casually filling up on salads, protein shakes, and the occasional light meal. But living with Ryan and Mark was a different world. Their love for food wasn’t just about eating—it was about *enjoying* eating. And they had no problem eating a lot.

In the beginning, Elliot felt self-conscious when they invited him to join their meals. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the food—they made fantastic meals, hearty and flavorful—but his body had been trained to eat only a small amount at a time. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten a full plate of something. Most evenings, after just a few bites of lasagna or grilled chicken, he felt uncomfortably full and wanted to stop. But Ryan and Mark always finished their plates, sometimes going back for seconds, and then settling in for snacks, chips, or bowls of ice cream.

“Come on, man,” Ryan would say, giving him a playful nudge. “You gotta try this. Just one more bite. Don’t let it go to waste.”

Mark would chuckle, adding, “You’re not gonna be hungry later. Might as well eat now while it’s here.”

The first few weeks were an odd dance for Elliot. He’d eat slowly, trying to keep up with them, feeling the discomfort of fullness hit earlier than usual. At first, he tried to maintain his usual restraint, convinced that he *had* to stop before he felt bloated. But Ryan and Mark, with their carefree attitudes, kept encouraging him to eat more, and each time, Elliot found himself taking just one more bite—then another, and another.

After a while, it became a pattern. There was always more food than anyone could eat in one sitting, so they’d end up watching TV with pizza boxes open on the coffee table, snacking mindlessly. Elliot’s stomach would be stretched to its limits, a dull ache growing in the pit of his stomach, but he found it hard to stop. It wasn’t just about the food anymore. It was the camaraderie, the way they bonded over meals, shared jokes, and never made him feel weird for not being able to keep up at first. 

At first, Elliot hated that feeling—being too full, sluggish, uncomfortable. He’d retire to his room, feeling like he was walking a fine line between fitting in and betraying his own body. But slowly, imperceptibly, something began to shift. His stomach seemed to adapt, expanding in small increments, slowly able to handle more. The next time they had pizza, he found himself reaching for a second slice without the usual hesitation. Then, on a random Tuesday night, he finished a whole plate of spaghetti—and didn’t feel as stuffed as he had before.

He noticed it during the weekends, when they would make their Sunday feast. Mark would fill the air fryer with fried foods, and Ryan would make pizza and a dessert. They’d eat together for hours, chatting, laughing, and passing around dishes, always encouraging each other to take more. It was normal for Mark to have three servings and Ryan to finish off the last of the food.

“You don’t have to keep up with us,” Ryan would say after seeing Elliot hesitate at the table. “But trust me, there’s no shame in enjoying a good meal.”

Elliot had been reluctant at first, but now he was starting to *enjoy* it, too. As much as he tried to fight it, his body began to crave the comfort of those big meals, the indulgent late-night snacks, and the feeling of sitting around with his roommates, chatting over bowls of chili or homemade pizza. He found himself going back for seconds more often. A third helping wasn’t out of the question anymore, and he no longer felt the need to rush to his room afterward to avoid being seen as weak for not finishing everything on his plate.

He also started noticing something he hadn’t expected: his body was changing. At first, it was subtle—an inch added to his waistline, his jeans feeling a bit tighter after a few weeks. But as the months went by, it became more apparent. His arms felt fuller, his stomach rounder, and he even noticed his face becoming a little softer. He wasn’t sure how it had happened, but the extra food—and the ease with which he now consumed it—had started to reflect in his body.

It wasn’t just the weight that was changing. His attitude toward food was shifting, too. Whereas he used to feel guilty for indulging, now he felt more comfortable with the idea of eating for pleasure. His conversations with Ryan and Mark had slowly shifted from just joking about food to serious discussions about eating for both enjoyment and balance. Mark would often tell him, “Don’t think of it as overeating. Think of it as living.”

One afternoon, after they’d spent hours preparing a massive barbecue spread, Elliot was leaning back in his chair, feeling pleasantly full for the first time in weeks. Ryan, who was lounging across from him, caught his eye and gave him a thumbs-up.

“Look at you, man,” Ryan said with a grin. “You’re finally eating like a normal person. Not bad.”

Elliot chuckled, rubbing his stomach. “Yeah, I guess I’ve gotten used to it. Still a bit of a stretch, but... not terrible.”

Mark, who was halfway through a third helping of ribs, laughed and wiped his mouth. “We told you. The more you eat, the more room you’ve got.”

It wasn’t just a physical change. Elliot began to feel more connected to Ryan and Mark. Food had become a bridge, a shared experience that didn’t have to be about calories or body image. It was about friendship, about enjoying the simple pleasure of a meal together and letting go of any anxiety about what or how much he ate. There were days when they all sat at the kitchen table long after dinner, talking and laughing until the food was gone, and he realized he was no longer counting the bites or trying to stop himself from eating too much.

One evening, as they were cleaning up after a particularly indulgent dinner of burgers and fries, Elliot noticed something that made him smile. For the first time, he wasn’t thinking about how full he felt or whether he should have stopped earlier. He was just enjoying the moment, grateful for the friends he had made and the space they’d created where he didn’t have to worry about measuring himself—or his food.

"You're gonna regret this tomorrow," Ryan teased, as Elliot helped clear the table.

Elliot smiled and shrugged. "Nah. I think I’m starting to get the hang of it."

And for the first time, he wasn’t just talking about eating. He was talking about life—letting go, being present, and allowing himself to be a part of something bigger than his own self-consciousness.

Over time, the changes to his body became more pronounced, but Elliot didn’t mind. The tightness around his stomach was no longer uncomfortable. It felt natural, like something that had just happened over time. And maybe it wasn’t about his physical transformation as much as it was about his acceptance of himself and his life with Ryan and Mark. It had always been about more than just food. It was about sharing, growing, and finding comfort in something simple but meaningful.

**New Chapter will be posted each Thursday** 

[nagaytoe]

Nativitas Domini

(noun) [Latin] Lord's birth

Jericho Ichabod X Reader

Word count: 5.6k

Requests: open

Note: Me writing something that's not Sol X Reader?! And it's fluff on top of that?! (I have actually never written fluff before if i recall correctly)

Unbelievable... Enjoy this Christmas special though, y'all (even though it's a tad bit late but better late than never, am I right?) and apologies for not having posted any one shot in three weeks (I was in a bad writing slump)

I initially wanted to make this another angst but I was too in love with the fluff, I couldn't bring myself to destroy that...

“My Love, wake up.”

A soft voice woke you from your deep slumber. You opened your eyes slowly, blinking away the remnants of sleep still clearly visible in your gaze.

“Crowe?”

You opened your eyes fully to reveal your lover's silhouette in front of the window, shielding your eyes from direct sunlight.

“Have you slept well?” Crowe brushed your hair out of your face and behind your ear. His gaze was full of love and admiration, as if you were the most precious gem, the most beautiful being he has ever laid eyes on. You hummed in quiet agreement and he chuckled.

“That’s good, that’s good. We still have quite some things planned for today, remember?”

You pondered for a moment, gathering your thoughts, since your mind was still foggy from sleep. Another quiet chuckle snapped you out of your thoughts as a hand was placed on the top of your head, ruffling your hair.

“We wanted to go shopping for presents, then bake some cookies and then go to Jess’ and Brittney's place to celebrate with the others. It’s already 10 am, it might be better if we get started soon.”

You slowly sat up on the bed, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and yawning.

“I already made breakfast, the only missing piece at the table is you.” Crowe stretched out his hand towards you, a gentle smile playing on his lips. You looked at him for a moment, unable to believe that he is actually here with you, by your side. Taking his hand and nodding, Crowe helped you get out of the bed and the two of you walked towards the kitchen together.

The smell of pancakes and orange juice invaded your senses and you soon saw what Crowe had prepared for you. The table was set for two people, in the middle of the round surface was a plate, soft and thick pancakes stacked on top of it. Next to it was a juice pitcher, filled with your favorite juice. However, these weren't the only things on the table. A big bouquet with the most colorful flowers was placed next to your plate and cutlery.

You let out a soft gasp, looking over at Crowe with a wide smile, your eyes glistening.

“Crowe…they are beautiful…”

Walking up behind you and wrapping his arm around your waist, Crowe pressed a kiss on the crown of your hair. “They are no match for you though…”

You giggled softly in response and leant into Crowe's embrace.

“I love them, Crowe, thank you so much…”

The bouquet truly was beautiful. Purple calla lilies, white baby’s breaths and blue agapanthuses. The colors reminded you of Crowe, with his blue eyes and usual purple attire.

Crowe pulled your chair back, gesturing for you to sit down. Right after you sat down he moved around the table, sitting down in front of you. You loved mornings like these, even when the sun was absent they were filled with warmth. It was domestic. It was real. Sometimes you couldn't quite believe your luck. How were you fortunate enough to end up with someone like Jericho?

“[____]?”

You were snapped out of your thoughts by your lover's voice. Looking up, you saw him smiling at you with admiration and a hint of amusement in his eyes. His arm was propped up on the table, resting his cheek on the palm of his hand.

“What are you thinking about, Love?”

A warm feeling spread through your chest. You were still crushing on him as hard as on the first day. His words, his voice, his personality, his looks… Everything about him was perfect.

“I'm just… thinking about how lucky I am to be with you.”

A swift look of surprise brushed over Crowe's features before he smiled brighter than before. He reached over the table, taking your hand into his bigger, warmer one. “I am the lucky one, my Starlight.”

Swooning at his words, you realized that he had pretty much ruined you for everyone else, Crowe had you on the hook. You doubted that you could ever love someone like you loved him, but then again, you didn't plan to either.

You gave him a sweet smile and he let go of your hand after a few beats, gesturing for you to fill your plate with the pancakes he had prepared. He did this pretty often, surprising you with self-made breakfast, yet you fell head over heels for him over and over again, no matter how often he did it.

Reaching over with knife and fork, you took two pancakes off the pile, filling your plate with them. As soon as you took a bite you perked up. “Crowe, they taste amazing, did you change the recipe up?”

The pancakes were fluffy and sweet, even sweeter than usually. “Just a tad bit. I know that you have kind of a sweet tooth, so I added a bit more sugar.”

You weren't sure what was sweeter, your boyfriend or the sugar he added.

He was probably sweeter, even though he didn't have much of a sweet tooth himself. That brought up another question, however.

“What about you though? You aren't that fond of too much sugar.”

“I can handle a bit more sweetness in my pancakes. After all, I handle you everyday and you are by far sweeter than any pancake I could ever make.”

You had to suppress a grin at that. He could be so cheesy sometimes.

Time seemed to pass way too fast, it felt like the two of you finished breakfast in no time.

“I'll clean up, you can get ready in the meantime, Darling” Crowe took his and your plate and brought them to the kitchen sink. Thanking him, you stood up and you made your way to your shared bedroom to get dressed. You took a look out the window, snow was painting the world in a pure, innocent shade of white and created a calm, serene image. Perhaps Crowe and you can build a snowman later if you have enough time.

Walking up to the closet, you were pondering on what to wear. Crowe was wearing a purple sweater and black slacks, perhaps you could put on a matching outfit. After all, he loved when the two of you wore matching outfits.

You took a pair of black pants out of your closet, before looking for a purple sweater. You had one, albeit the color being a bit lighter, it would have to do.

The colors purple and blue had a special spot in your heart, every time you saw them, you were reminded of Crowe.

He was everywhere, his essence in everything.

The night sky, the ocean, the flowers in your garden during the warmer seasons and the bouquet he gave you this morning, even in your closet you found these colors more present than before.

You walked into the narrow hallway, painted dark red with a birch wood floor, to see Crowe was already putting on his shoes, sitting on the bench near the door. As soon as he was finished and laid eyes on you, he couldn't help but chuckle. “I feel like I have seen that outfit before somewhere…” He walked up to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you to his chest. “I love you so much, you know that?” He leant down to press a kiss to your forehead, before wrapping both arms around you in a loving embrace. “I love you too, Jericho… More than words can ever describe…”

Crowe pulled back to look at you and raised his hand to cup your cheek, his thumb gently stroking over the soft skin. Before you met him, you didn't know that it was humanly possible to look at someone the way he looked at you, but he proved to you that it indeed was possible and even if it wasn't, he would make it possible.

His bright blue eyes were filled with so much love, you couldn't begin to comprehend just how much love he felt for you.

Your face was gently pulled closer to his by the hand holding your cheek, his own face moving closer at the same time, before your lips met in a sweet kiss. It was an attempt at expressing your feelings for each other, but this universal act of love could only scratch the surface of what truly laid beneath your exteriors. Beneath all that skin, bone and flesh laid a love so profound, it almost made your hearts burst.

Crowe pulled back eventually, but you didn't leave his embrace without him planting another kiss on your forehead. He turned to take your black coat off the hanger and helped you put it on in his usual gentleman-like fashion. While he was looking for something in the hallway's dresser you were putting on your boots. The coat you were currently wearing matched his perfectly well, only your boots weren't matching - his being dark brown and yours being black - but you weren't going to nit-pick every small detail. Crowe stood in front of you again, a purple scarf in his hands. “It's cold outside, my Love, you'll need this.” His voice was as soft and caring as always, while he gently wrapped the scarf around your neck.

Opening the front door, Crowe gestured for you to walk outside before him. He followed close behind, taking your hand in his as he left the house with you and closed the door behind him. As you made your way towards the shopping center, the snow crunched under your boots, accentuating every step.

Despite the thick clothes you were wearing, which engulfed you in a comfortable warmth, the cool december breeze made you shiver. The coldness was slowly biting away at your skin and you tried your best to bury your face in your scarf, though it didn’t help with warming your face as much as you had hoped. Crowe squeezed your hand at this, trying to reassure you. “Don't worry, my Love, we'll be there in no time.”

The walk to the shopping center was peaceful, you walked by multiple groups of children who were building a snowman or having snowball fights. Looking around, you found everything to be covered in thick, white snow, giving the usually dull surroundings an almost magical feeling. It might be cold right now, but at least it was beautiful outside.

The mall wasn’t too far either, luckily. In this type of weather it was going to take around fifteen minutes to reach it, which felt like fifteen seconds in Crowe’s presence. That was one of the many things you loved about him. Any task, any situation, no matter how daunting or boring they may be, they seemed way easier to conquer with Crowe by your side.

The mall was bustling with life, chatter and laughter everywhere. Christmas tunes played from every corner and matching decorations were hung up everywhere. However, the highlight was the 30 feet tall christmas tree in the middle of the mall, cladded with different types of ornaments, ranging from fairy lights and tinsel to brightly colored baubles and little angels hanging from the branches.

“Whose present should we get first?”

You pondered for a moment at Crowe's question, “Jess. I already have something for her.”

Crowe quirked his eyebrow at that. “Lead the way then.”

You tugged Crowe along with you, leading him to a record store. “You know how Jess is absolutely obsessed with Eries, right?”, You looked up at him, feeling a little silly for asking this as you realized that he obviously knows, since he was the one who told you that information in the first place, “Of course you do…Anyways, I was thinking about getting her a vinyl record.”

“Does she even have a record player?”

You shook your head, “Nope, but knowing her, she wouldn’t play the record anyways, however, she would hang it up on the wall for everyone to see, just like her other prized possessions.”

“Are you sure she doesn’t have it already though? She’s one of his biggest fans after all, I kind of doubt that she doesn’t have all his merchandise by now.” Crowe’s question was a valid one, you haven’t told him that piece of information yet, since it was more of an impulsive decision. “I know that she doesn’t have it, she told me herself. See, we were talking about this special edition record of Eries newest album coming out and when the presale was happening, she didn’t manage to get a copy. I, however, did.”

Crowe furrowed his eyebrows at your explanation, still not getting the full picture, “Why did you try to obtain a copy in the first place? As far as I know, you’re not one of his fangirls.”

“Well, I thought it would make a nice present if she didn’t manage to get a copy. And if she had managed to get a copy I would have given it to another friend of mine, who likes Eries as well, but isn’t big enough of a fan to buy limited edition stuff.”

“You had a full-on masterplan, huh?”

You nodded eagerly at his reply, “All that’s left to do is to pick up the copy from the record shop.”

Tugging your boyfriend through the crowd, you weasel your way towards the record store. As soon as you arrived you were met with seemingly endless rows of shelves, packed to the brim with colorful records and the speakers faintly playing a Christmas song.

“By the way, how much was that record?”

You gave Crowe a side-eye, before averting your gaze as you walked towards the register. “Way too much…”, you muttered under your breath before clearing your throat. “But Jess is an amazing friend…I’m sure she’ll love this present!”

Crowe shook his head in disbelief with an airy laugh, “I’m sure she will, but I would still like to know how much that record was, you know? After all, we did agree on splitting the costs for the presents in half.”

You mumbled a response under your breath, incoherent to Crowe’s ears. When he asked again, your response was still quiet, but he heard your answer at last, “Sixty-five bucks…”

Crowe’s bright blue eyes widened a little in surprise, which is why you decided to quickly reassure him, “I know it’s a lot, that’s why the record will be on me, you don’t have to pay half the price-”

“Nonsense, I’ll pay half the price, just like we agreed, don’t worry about it, my Love” He cut you off, holding his hand up in the air to stop your rambling. You gave him a soft smile, your face a little flushed as you muttered a small “Thank you”, fully aware that debating with him on this matter will get you nowhere.

After informing the employee at the register about the order you wanted to pick up, he went to the back and swiftly returned with it, handing the record to you with a sweet smile.

Crowe wrapped his arm around your waist, an innocent gesture, though a hint of jealousy laced it. You were his partner after all, he should -and would- let the whole world know how lucky he got, even if this poor employee probably didn’t have any ulterior motives behind his smile and wave good-bye.

“How about we get Brittney’s present next?” Crowe asked, giving your hand a gentle squeeze as the two of you made your way out of the record store. You nodded, thinking back to all the times Brit told you something related to her interests.

“Do you already have something in mind?”, Crowe asked as he scanned your contemplating expression. You slowly nodded, “Yeah… she mentioned something about this skin care set she thought about getting. It’s a bit pricey, though…”

Crowe smiled softly at you, letting go of your hand and stroking the back of your head softly. “Don’t worry about it, my Love. If something is out of your budget I don’t mind paying more than half the price or entirely for the present.”

Your head snapped towards him as you immediately protested, “No way in hell am I gonna let you pay for everything yourself, that wouldn’t be fair at all!”

Your boyfriend could only chuckle in response, shaking his head lightly, “Whatever you say, Love…”

The two of you made your way towards the mall’s beauty store, Crowe’s hand tightly holding your own, almost as if he was afraid you would be swept away by the crowd of people present. It didn’t take long for you to find the skin care set Brittney told you about, despite the shelves being lined with all kinds of beauty products, ranging from perfume to high-end makeup products. Albeit the fairly high price the set was almost sold out and you barely managed to grab one of the last boxes.

The store was filled to the brim with teenage girls and husbands with their wives, all of them trying to find last minute presents for their loved ones. Thus, Crowe and you had to wait quite some time at the register, however, time always seemed to pass in the blink of an eye whenever he was with you.

“By the way, what should we get Deryl?”

You looked up at Crowe, waiting for a response as he pondered for a moment.

“Well, he loves football and sweets… though I believe you know as much about football as I do, which is practically nothing at all.”, Crowe chuckled slightly and of course he was right, both of you barely had any knowledge about football.

“Then sweets it is, we just have to hope that he eats them in private and not at the party, unless we want him bouncing off the walls-” You cut yourself off with a gasp as an idea hit you, “How about one of these international sweets boxes? As far as I know there is a shop here which sells sweets from all around the world. I believe that would make a great present for Deryl!”

Your boyfriend smiled gently at you as he responded, “Great thinking, let’s go there once we’re finished here.”

Crowe and you checked out at the register and made your way towards the sweets store shortly after.

The sweets store was probably the most colorful shop in the entire shopping center, the walls were painted in bright colors and even the tiles on the floor were practically glowing in neon hues. The shelves were lined with all kinds of sweets, all of them wrapped in bright packaging and sorted into different aisles depending on which country they’re from.

“Is there anything specific Deryl likes?” Crowe shook his head in response, thus you took it upon yourself to search for tasty-looking sweets, hooking a shopping basket on your arm.

You were able to fill the basket in no time with all different types of sweets; savory ones, sour ones and just classical sweet ones.

“Those are quite a lot of sweets… it might be better to give him this when we are about to leave…”

You raised an eyebrow at Crowe’s suggestion, “And leave the others with the mess of a Deryl who is high on sugar?”

He smirked smugly at you in reply and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his antics.

The two of you wrapped up at the sweets store not long after, walking out with two shopping bags in your right hand, one containing Brittney’s and one Jess’ present, and a big box of sweets for Deryl tucked away under Crowe’s left arm.

“We still need to get a present for Geo, do you have any idea what we could get him? It’s not like that guy is an open book when it comes to anything regarding him personally…”

“I already have something in mind for Geo, don’t worry.”

Your eyes widen ever so slightly in surprise at Crowe’s declaration.

“Follow me.”, He took your free hand in his, making his way through the crowd and leading you to the mall’s exit.

Curious as to where Crowe was taking you, you couldn’t help but ask him, “Where are we going, Crowe?”

“To the box office, it’s on the way home anyways.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at his response, but decided not to dwell on it. You would see what Crowe is up to soon enough, since the box office was pretty close to the mall.

As you left the shopping center, the coldness engulfed you in an icy embrace, stinging at your flesh. You immediately missed the comforting warmth of the shopping center, even if the atmosphere was chaotic. The only source of warmth you now had were your thick clothes and the warmth of your boyfriend’s soft hand, but all this didn’t do much to keep you from shivering.

After what felt like an eternity out in the harsh coldness of December, you finally reached the box office.

Crowe leant a little towards the cashier as he spoke his request, “I’d like to buy a gift voucher for 75 dollars, please.”

You lifted your eyebrows up slightly, before nudging him softly with your elbow while the employee was preparing the voucher. “I would have thought that you were gonna give him a present that’s more… personal.” Crowe looked at you for a moment, processing your words.

“Well, he’s not the type to be against vouchers as a gift, in fact, he thinks it’s the best type of present to give to someone; if it’s required to give them something, that is.”

“I guess that makes sense for him… he doesn’t seem like the type to give others personalized presents… or any at all, to be honest…”

Crowe couldn’t help but chuckle at your reply, “Yeah, he finds it to be the most practical type of present and I am not going to disagree with him on that, I get where he’s coming from.”

You nodded in silent agreement as the employee finished wrapping up the voucher, handing it to Crowe, who gave him the required amount of cash in exchange, before bidding goodbye and putting the envelope containing the voucher into one of the bags you were carrying.

“What time is it?”

Crowe took a look at the watch on his wrist, “1 pm. The party starts at 4.30, therefore we still have some time to get everything ready.”

Your boyfriend gave your hand a small squeeze and smiled warmly at you. This was almost enough to make you forget about the crisp cold air surrounding you, emphasis on almost. You were walking at a faster pace than usually, desperate to get home as quickly as possible.

Luckily, you soon saw the row houses on your street, one of them being the one you and Crowe resided in. The two of you moved in together after a year of dating, deeming it safer for the both of you - well, mostly for you. He insisted that you move into the townhouse he rented with him, considering it a safer option than the apartment you previously called your home. Of course, he was right, this part of town was much safer and if something were to happen, he would be there to protect you.

The houses were made of brownstone and not much bigger than your old apartment, though it was still nice to have a bit more space available, not to mention the tiny garden at the back - something your previous home lacked entirely.

Speed-walking towards the dark green front door, you ushered Crowe to unlock the door, who chuckled in response to your antics. What may have been annoying to anyone else, he found endearing. To him, you could hardly do any wrong, you were perfect, perfect for him.

You were greeted by the familiar smell of your home and the comforting warmth it provided. Taking off your boots and coat you turned to face Crowe, “Ready to bake some cookies?”

The kitchen was small, but it was big enough for the two of you. The counter, made of ebony and an oak countertop, formed a U-shape, lining all walls except for the one with the door. A big window overlooking the garden was above the kitchen sink and opposite of the door. Some potted plants hung from the ceiling, giving the room a rural feeling.

You walked to the kitchen cabinet and whipped out every required ingredient and equipment.

“Did you decide on which type of cookies we are baking?” Crowe entered the kitchen, rolling up the sleeves of his sweater, revealing his toned lower arms.

“I was thinking we could bake some good old chocolate chip cookies, how does that sound?”

Crowe cracked a grin at that. Chocolate chips were his favourite and you knew that all too well.

“I’m definitely not opposed to that suggestion.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at him, “Of course you are not.”

You ordered Crowe to weigh the ingredients while you took care of mixing everything, the dough soon being finished. The moment you turned your back to grab a scissor for the package of chocolate chunks, Crowe grabbed a spoon from the kitchen drawer and tried some of the cookie dough.

“No snacking on the cookie dough, Crowe.”, you turned around to find your boyfriend frowning at you, causing a little laugh of yours to break free.

“Mind you, I was taste-testing.”

You shook your head at his answer, but at the same time you were endeared. Crowe was usually this composed, mature gentleman, but around you he could unleash a more childish side of him, one he didn’t show anyone else. Coming from him, this was a huge sign of trust, a privilege he didn't grant just anyone.

Right after you mixed the chocolate chunks into the cookie dough, you took small scoops and placed them onto the tray Crowe got ready for you. Once you were finished with placing small piles of dough, your boyfriend took the tray from you and put it in the oven.

“Now that the cookies are in the oven, what should we do in the meantime? Wrap the presents?” Crowe asked while wiping the surface of the countertop with a wet cloth. You pondered for a moment, recalling the children you saw on your way to the mall and pointed towards the window overlooking the garden

“I have a better idea… See all that snow? How about we build a snowman?”

Looking at him, your eyes glistened with hope and he smiled brightly at you, an indescribable amount of love in his gaze.

You definitely were perfect for him.

“Of course we can, Love, but weren’t you the one freezing outside earlier today?”

He just couldn’t help but tease you a little every now and then.

“That was different. I can handle the coldness if it means I get to feel like a kid again.”, you argued, a lop-sided smile gracing your features.

“Touché.”

With a pep in your step you went back into the hallway to grab both of your boots and coats, along with a pair of gloves for each of you. You swiftly returned to the kitchen and walked through the doorway into the living room, straight towards the back door, handing Crowe his clothes, before putting on your own coat and boots.

No five minutes later were the two of you out in the freezing cold. You already got to work, making a little snowball and rolling it around on the ground, your gloves doing very little to keep the snow’s iciness away from your skin, though you couldn’t care less right now.

The garden was small, surrounded by high bushes, which were painted white by the snow just like the ground was. The big apple tree at the very back already lost all its leaves weeks ago and the flowers you usually kept were long gone.

Crowe joined you, rolling his own snowball on the ground and turning to you for a moment, “I take it that you want to be in charge of the big snowball at the bottom?”

Looking over at him with a smile you nod eagerly, earning you his warm signature smile in return.

The two of you kept rolling the snowballs around, which were getting bigger and bigger by the minute, until they finally had a size you were satisfied with. Crowe placed his slightly smaller snowball on your bigger one, going off to find some sticks to use as arms right after while you were busy making the head. Once you were finished and placed the third and smallest snowball on top of the other two, Crowe returned with some sticks and a couple of small rocks.

Handing you the two biggest sticks, you took them and placed one on either side of the snowmans upper body and some smaller branches on the top of his head. You took three small stones out of Crowe’s palm and placed them in a vertical row on the snowman's upper body.

“By the way, do we have a carrot laying around?”

“I think so… let me take a look.” Crowe handed you the rocks and turned around, walking back inside. In the meantime, you took two rocks and placed them where you thought the snowman's eyes might be and used the leftover stones to give the snowman a smile. Crowe eventually returned, a carrot in his hand. “There you go, finish the job.”

You side-eyed him, processing his words, “You’re saying this as if I’m assassinating this poor snowman…”

Your boyfriend chuckled in response as you added the final detail to your snowman.

Suddenly, an alarm went off.

“Ah! The cookies are ready. Just in time…” Crowe turned off the alarm on his phone and took your hand in his as the two of you made your way back inside.

Once back in the kitchen, the two of you took off your boots, coats and gloves. Crowe took out the tray with cookies while you carried the clothes back into the hallway, hanging the coats back on their hangers, placing the boots on the mat next to the front door and the gloves back into the dresser.

The smell of fresh cookies invaded your nostrils and you could feel your mouth watering, causing you to swiftly return to the kitchen.

“It smells so good in here!” You entered the kitchen, causing Crowe to turn away from you quickly, making you stop in your tracks, “Wait… are you eating one of the cookies?”

“...No…” Crowe was trying his best to not sound like he was talking with a full mouth, but failed miserably.

“You are!” You could hear Crowe swallowing before turning back to face you, trying to defend himself, “I had to do a taste test…”

You take one cookie from the tray, studying it a little. Judging by the looks of it, those cookies turned out amazing.

“Firstly, you already did one with the raw cookie dough and secondly, I highly doubt that one was necessary…Though, I might do one as well. You know, two tongues can taste more than one, or something like that.” Putting the cookie in your mouth, you can almost hear your taste buds singing Hallelujah, your eyes widening as you let the warm, sweet taste of chocolate chip melt on your tongue.

“Oh my…these cookies are perfect!”

Crowe nodded in agreement with a grin on his face as he watched your fond expression, before looking at his watch, “It’s 2.20 pm, we have about two hours until the party, any ideas what should we do until then?”

You thought for a moment before a smug smirk crawled onto your face.

“Don’t tell me-”

You cut off your boyfriend, “Let’s watch a Christmas movie!”

“We still need to wrap the presents, my Love” , Crowe pointed out, but you quickly shot down his argument.

“We can do that while watching the movie. It’s not like we have tons of presents to wrap anyways.”

Crowe sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose, though more in a playful fashion, before nodding slowly.

“Alright, let’s watch a Christmas movie then.”

You immediately made your way towards the living room, the walls were painted a light blue shade and lined with tons of shelves, the floor was birch wood, just like the hallway. Sitting down on the soft, dark blue couch and grabbing the remote, you made yourself comfortable, nuzzling against one of the couch’s cushions. While you were busy picking out a movie, Crowe grabbed some wrapping paper, as well as the presents for your friends, and carried them towards the living room, setting everything down on the oak coffee table in front of the couch.

He sat down next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer as you put on your favorite christmas movie. You shuffled closer to him, basking in the warmth Crowe radiated, not just emotionally but also physically. No matter how tough times might get, next to him any problem ceased to exist, if only for the moment and you could swear your love for him was growing more and more the longer you were together.

Leaning your head on his shoulder, you couldn’t help but feel giddy for tonight, looking forward to spending time with all the people who grew on you so much during your years at university.

Were you to look out the window, you’d catch the snowman smiling at you, the snow which was currently falling from the sky accumulating on his carrot nose.

Everything was perfect, you were exactly where you were always meant to be and you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

[skay-ali]

The Forgotten Daughter

well I finally did it.

first of all merry christmas and enjoy the chapter

Dear family

This may be sudden... I don't even know why I'm writing this letter anymore, it was supposed to be about the big decision I made that would change my life, but even so I don't know why I'm leaving explanations.

My plan was always to never see you again, each of you, I still feel very hurt by everything, although I know that these words will not make a big change in you.

But enough berating them, I'm not racking my brain to find the right words for a letter full of complaints.

I was always a girl who avoided problems or at least I like to think I was, Father, brothers and my dear confidant Alfred, despite getting into big trouble.

The lights were flashing brightly, the music at full volume filled the room, it was very hot due to the sweat that all the bodies were emanating, you watched all the visitors of the club go crazy with euphoria after a few drinks and continued with a long list of crazy things, you On the contrary, you decided that it was one of those depressive days, where you spent your time seeing the bad side of everything and being miserable.

You didn't follow your friends to any of their craziness; on the contrary, you stayed in a place at the bar away from everyone, along with a few glasses full of a low-grade cherry-flavored liquor.

You still taste the light cherry flavor on your palate. There were so many liquors on the shelf, many of different sizes, appearances, names, years and strengths, you wondered if anyone ever drank them all, if there was a person who in his miserable, boring, short life provokes every liquor on the restaurant's menu. bar.

You looked away when you heard the sound of a chair being moved, you saw a man taller than yours, with a somewhat abrupt but attractive appearance. You took another sip from your glass and returned to your thoughts as you watched the people on the dance floor doing stupid things.

Or so you tried, but by discreetly observing the actions of the man near your seat, it was enough to capture your full attention, to what that guy does in his notebook with his pencil.

“What an artist,” you addressed the subject sitting one seat away from you, “what are you doing in a place as crazy as this?” You turned your gaze to the man with blue-black hair, as you watched him take a sip of his drink and draw with his pencil.

Their eyes connected when the man decided to leave his world and pay attention to your beginning of interaction, he couldn't look away in time, although you didn't blame him, you did the same before because of the curiosity you felt when he saw him, you felt like everything was coming together.

He paused, just him and you, as if the two of you were the only ones in a large room of strangers.

A smile left your lips when you saw the man's dazed attitude, he was so lost in himself that it seems that he forgot about your beginning of conversation until a moment later.

Still, you were afraid that it wasn't nerves that the man was feeling but anger or annoyance at your interaction with him.

“Even if you don't believe it, inspiration can be found in unlikely places… Or even sometimes a muse” came those calm words from his thick but reassuring and animated voice.

You were relieved to hear him speak, but those words that had no sign of annoyance or complaints.

“uhh it's like that... I only saw this place as a garbage dump full of vices” you didn't know how you were still trying to maintain an interaction with that person, perhaps prolonging the feeling of company instead of the one of loneliness sounded more attractive.

“You should look at it from other perspectives, so you'll find things like this” you saw him tear a page out of his notebook without blinking and put it on your forehead.

You were surprised to see your drawing on the paper. Every feature of yours delicately captured with each stroke of the pencil on the paper.

“wow you left me speechless for a moment” you disconnected your gaze from the sheet you had in your hands.

“You are actually a great artist” the drawing was extremely beautiful, you never considered yourself a very beautiful woman, it was common for you to see all your flaws before your best qualities, seeing that paper where you felt that in that drawing you were perfect caused you a feeling emotion and a passing confidence.

However, you couldn't get it out of your head to see yourself drawn in other ways on paper, like a cartoon or Japanese version of yourself; before this moment, you never even had the chance to sit on a bench and wait for an artist to draw you. .

“What's wrong with that face, you look disappointed, maybe you're kidding me” you heard him joke.

“No no… no… on the contrary, I really like it” you quickly defended yourself, afraid of offending the man.

“It's just that..” you felt shy when explaining your reasons, especially when he had an attentive gaze on you.

You saw his eyes wait expectantly for your words.

“You know, the drawing is beautiful, but… even though it sounds silly, I wish I could see myself more in a cartoon or comic” you laughed nervously, after your babbling.

“ahh, are you a comic book lover or something?”

“Yes, well it's something like that” you liked to read some series in comic magazines from time to time, but you preferred mangas, you hid this preference, you weren't going to receive a few words of displeasure for that or start a debate about what genre it was.

Better, much less explain what they were if I didn't know what you were referring to.

“I think I can fix that,” the guy said with an animated and funny voice.

You watched him, fascinated, by how he held his book with enthusiasm, his hands moved quickly from one side to the other on the white sheet, the pencil was handled quickly, you could tell that he had a lot of experience with the ease with which he did it.

It was a long night, between different conversations and laughter with the new guy you met, the night became more tolerable with the man by your side.

Between drinks and meaningless talks, laughter on both sides, silly dances on the floor full of people, just two fools doing the most pathetic steps they had plus some little improvised old waltzes, it ended in a new day with two sleepless but falices talking in a viewpoint of a building that showed the entire city.

Oh, father, you don't know how enchanted I was with that man I met on one of my many outings to parties, I was stupid and childish, but I still allowed myself to dream and love.

You didn't expect to meet again with such a man with whom you managed to connect, but that's how it happened, destiny somehow led them to meet.

You liked having a new person in your circle, with whom you managed to get along so well.

From talking about his work as an artist, giving his opinion on different comics and mangas that they knew, talking about animation to becoming hoarse from speaking with so much emotion and passion with long monologues.

They visited many hidden places in the big city in their days of adventures, even if they were alleys that were not very crowded, now that you think about it, such a careless action was very crazy, but the beautiful places, with new views, like an alley full of colorful fabrics and with different designs that hung over the street, the walls of a neighborhood full of drawings with different artistic techniques, but with many bright colors, the tall buildings that showed views of the entire city.

The days of movies with crazy plots, but that had you glued to the screen to see what happened next.

The rare meals from the carts or street stalls, which they consumed without problems while they sat to observe the lights of the city or the dark sky, accompanied by silence, but the two of them together.

In that moment where the two were together and talking, you felt that they were exchanging many words of great importance to both of them, but seen from other perspectives they were nothing more than insignificant.

That's what love did, right?

And all for one crazy night where you hope to go crazy on alcohol, after sinking into a self-compose for your life.

You will never be able to forget when he gave you his name and you gave him yours... well, half of it, you admit to having lied to him, even if you regretted it, you already knew the problems they would bring you later.

Well at least that's what you thought, you had no idea of ​​the true consequences.

You only thought about the fear of telling him your real last name, that he would look for you and know who you really were, you were afraid that he would see you differently, no longer a strange girl he met in a bar, but the daughter of a millionaire with a history. questionable life, the mere thought of him using you was too much.

So you avoided him by mentioning the amazing last name “Wayne” and mentioning a fake one.

More specifically, that of your false identification, something crazy that you did in your wild adolescence was left to be useful in your future, that false identification that you made with your friends from school to visit different clubs, you used it when you became independent, so that no one It will bother you in your new life.

“_____ , _____ Jones” unsurely you stated your name, you still remember when you made the false identifications with your friends and among all of them you were looking for a new name and surname for the others, you kept your name and they gave you the last name of the protagonist of the book of fashionable at the time because of the film that adapted the story.

A mental chuckle caused you to remember this along with the taunts they threw at you about where your diary was.

“Kayle, Kyle Rayner,” the boy smiled as he introduced himself.

You followed his smile, something in his ended up infecting you. Just two fools in a bar telling each other their names and being ignorantly happy.

It's a shame that that happiness ended some time later, when you never saw Kyle again. Even with a card for him to contact you, you never heard from him.

You woke up happy, in his apartment, the day after spending a night together, alone, without any sign that the man was home, without any note or notice, you waited excitedly for him to return, but he never did, even when you left a message. letter and ways for me to contact you again if the ones they already had didn't work, you never knew anything.

Maybe it was all an adventure and you got carried away... they never clarified what they were, hell maybe he didn't even consider you a friend.

But you and I know, father, that all the fairy tales one creates end quickly, most of the time in the worst ways.

I ended up with a broken heart, still, I kept good memories... and her.

I know it is late, very late, as it has been for many years, but I must confess it, because no parents and siblings would want to know it in the worst possible ways….

Alice Wayne, my dear baby….

You leaned back in your chair as you wrote the last sentence, you did it, you wrote what was overwhelming you so much, the beginning of the letter.

Your eyes burned, a few treacherous tears running down your face.

Your family, your passing love and your beloved daughter always made you sensitive.

It wasn't something you could avoid.

You leaned your head on the headboard of the chair, letting all the blood flow to your head, something strange you used to do to clear your head, you looked at the ceiling and the walls around you upside down.

You noticed the crib on the side of the room near your desk where you were writing.

You saw your baby sleeping calmly, a peaceful face with no signs of discomfort, he was an angel.

Your little angel, and your light... you knew you would do anything for her, like you did right now.

I think if we are similar in some way father.

I ended up having a daughter through carelessness like you did to me.

I need to ask you a big favor father and not only of you but also of the whole family, the biggest and most important one I will do in my life.

If something happens to me... if I end up in big trouble or I no longer exist, any situation that prevents me from taking care of my beloved daughter.

Please watch over her.

Make sure she has the best future, a happy life with everything she needs, that she can grow up as a girl full of light, that she is always kind, wise and with a loving family.

If that's not something they can give you, find someone who can give it to you.

Take care of my treasure, my only happiness, my only family... I know I left a long time ago without saying anything and returned in a hurry to their lives.

Maybe one day they will call me selfish knowing the path I took to leave little Alice to them, the decision I decided to make was not easy, but I did it because I want the best for my little light.

We are all selfish and mean, I was all my life, since I knew that my happiness only depended on me, that I was alone in this world, that only oneself can save oneself.

I think I still am by thinking that I can force them to do something about my problem, I can't force them to take care of someone or take responsibility for a short period of time, turning their lives upside down.

But maybe... with all the love and affection that you could ever see felt for me, I can make you consider helping me and fulfilling my difficult request.

Father, brothers and Alfred... I never said it because of all the anger I felt, because of everything that happened in the mansion, which devastated my thoughts with a lot of anger, forgetting everything I had and made me have a comfortable and pampered life.

Thank you.

Well, he's the father and maybe a future yandere, it's a possibility.

after an exhaustive investigation into possible characters to occupy this role in the series.

although there may be other possibilities with other characters....

Like I tried with the penguin's son, if ___ had decided to hang out more with villains and they adopted her or became her godparents.

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[icarusredwings]

This only fits into my idea that Wolvie is demi. Sure he knows someones hot when he sees them but he dosn't really... feel anything.

He's been alive so long that people doing stuff to him just feels... kind of annoying at this point? Like yeah, okay, in Logan the drunk wife girl flashed her tits at him and he snorted, and rolled his eyes all embaressed but I don't think this counts as "hot and bothered." I think this counts as "omg lady calm down lol im just the driver lol" he did think it was a nice gesture but its an empty gesture and thats why it dosn't really do anything for him.

I think this is why he and Kurt get along so well (HERE ME OUT) Because one of kurts biggest "flaws" is that he is extremely touchy, and while the other x men cant touch logan much or lean on him, sit on him, etc, Kurt can full pearch on him and Logan dosn't care. Actually he does care. He's glad. He's happy that Kurt feels this safe with him. Happy that he feels comfortable enough to be around "the angry guy with claws". Happy that Kurt openly gives him affection without there being this weird "okay now we have to fuck" silent agreement. Logan is so tired of trying to get to know someone, cuddle them and hug them, without them immediately expecting them to sleep together. (*JINGLES KEYS* Stay with me!)

And i mean... no.. hes not sex repulsed clearly but it dosn't feel right in his chest. To fuck someone and then they leave. Wolverines mate for life so I think the thing is, what gets him hot and bothered is proving youll stay. Sticking it out with him through all times, telling him you're never going to leave him.

Then- Oh good golly then? Everything is horny worthy. You could just be sitting there and he'd get all pissy because now hes horny and mad about it. You could cassually bring him food and say you thought he might be hungry and he'll let the food get cold because hes too busy fucking you, and then eat the food after to show gratitude and appreciation.

Logan is not meant for hook up culture. He is made for "Our souls are so intertwined that seperating us would put a tear in the universe."

He could see someone whole ass naked and just blink and ask where their clothes went. You could tell him that you want him to do the dirtiest things and he'd probably just blush and think you have alternate motives.

I like to think that he does sometimes finally accept a hook up here and there simply because A. Why not. He hasnt been held in awhile and B. Why not he's literally gonn live forever might as well get some tail if they're offering.

But if and when he finds that person(s) he's locked in. Theres nothing no one else could do that would make him all hot and bothered. Someone could literally give him a lap dance and hed probably just sit there confused as hell, tell them stop, or just leave. It doesn't do anything for him at all.

Now litsen (at least in Finding Home Au, cause theyre married) Wade could come slip into bed with him, very gently rub his arm, kiss him goodnight, then cuddle into his back and Logan would automatically sit up and glare at him cause now hes hard.

"Why do you keep doing that?! Stop!"

And wades all confused "stop what?" Cause hes genuienly tired, but too bad cause Wolvie puts that baby to sleep a different way. (Best sleeps of his life btw)

Morph too, I feel like in 97 morph gets a lot of passes for jokes and touchiness. I also feel like that for the first week (maybe a month idk logan is dumb) or so logan thinks moprh is joking and dosnt actually care about him in that way, so morph starts saying more genuine and sensitive things to him and Logan now is actually blushing, still in denial but is catching butterflies, hoping that morph isnt lying but is too scared to make a move, worried their friendship will end.

Man idk what to say about storm. Logan was hot for storm the first time she punched him in the face. Idk what to tell yall, hes a simp for that woman and I am too so like I get it. Id be terrified to fuck storm though if I was litTERALLY MADE OF METAL like bruh he has more balls then me cause id be scared shed kill me after I ate her out by electrocuting me with my skull crushed between her thighs. ANYWAY

🫡🫡GLORRRY GLORY WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE 🪖🪖💪

I think Logan would be very difficult to get hot and bothered. Like. He's been through so much yanno?

Like flash a titty at this man and he'll probably be like, "what the fuck am I supposed to do with that? Can't you take me to dinner first?"

[0intothewoods0]

Epic: The Musical X Life Series AU (this is just a list of who would be who, because your girl can’t draw to save a life)

It started with a ‘ wow I can kinda see life series Lizzie and Joel singing a Penelope and Ody song in the life series’ and now I have a new AU that I can’t draw because I dropped art and resigned myself to make animatics in my head instead.

(Take a shot every time I use vibes as reasoning and every time you think I’m coping over the end of wild life and epic)

Odysseus = Joel

It just fits, also I thought of Joel and Lizzie when thinking about Penelope and Ody so here we are. Also I want Joel to have his beard from last life start to grow over the course of the musical.

after jimmy (polites) dies, instead of wearing his tie around his head, we wears one of Jimmy’s canary feathers.

Penelope = Lizzie 

I mean if Joel is Ody, it just makes sense. Also idk the characters feel similar (according to my brain, which usually can’t be trusted).

Zeus = BigB

vibes. Pure vibes. Also I liked the BigB watcher theory and it just works here so give him watcher wings and eyes for this. Oh and in the horse and the infant make him talk to Joel using a jack-o-lantern that appears and disappears and Joel moves around.

Eurylochus = Grian

bad boys. That’s it, that’s the reasoning. Could see him singing luck runs out cuz of watcher lore (TM)

Polites = Jimmy

bad boys and tell me you can’t imagine life series Jimmy singing open  arms.

Athena = Gem

It’s just perfect. Also gem and Joel duo in wild life. Also warrior gem.

Aeolus = Skizz

Skizz has the whole angel thing going on and angels are in the sky. My logic and reasoning is amazing guys.

Poseidon = Etho

They’re obsessed with each other in every universe. Also I had Etho as Zeus at some point but then I remembered Poseidon existed.

Circe = Pearl 

Specifically red life Pearl with her Cloke. She’s gotta have the Cloke guys think of the vibes, give Pearl magic.

Hermes = Bdubs

Life series Bdubs and hermes are the same person. The vibes are there and they are strong.

Tiresias = Scar

specifically last life scar. There is a mysterious wind that follows him around that makes the Cloke flow dramatically behind him.

Telemachus = Martyn

Idk what my reasoning here is I think it’s just vibes again. Also I want to see Martyn fight ren.

Antinous = Ren

I wanted to see Martyn fight ren. Also specifically 3rd life red life Ren for the design.

Calypso = Jimmy 

it’s just Jimmy again except like genderbent. It would be funny.

Apollo = Scott

purely vibes.

Hephaestus = Mumbo

red stone man do red stone.

Aphrodite = Impulse

again, purely vibes.

Ares = Tango

mostly just wanted to see tango and gem sword fight.

Hera = Cleo

both of them are queens.

[accirax]

With you being a Wolfgrace shipper, what's your thoughts on the fact that they canonically fucked

I personally think it's absolutely hilarious, and also very telling when it comes to how much trust Grace actually had in Wolfgang

i am under the impression that a decent chunk of my followers are minors, so i'm going to put my thoughts under the keep reading. please don't open this if you're under 18 (or don't want spoilers for P:EG Chapter 1)!

LMAO WOLFGRACE REAL

i guess it makes sense that people would fuck during a killing game (? <- confused aspec), and the clothes scattered around the room also certainly had that... implication. even if Ulysses confirms that Wolfgang was just a messy guy, the fact that it was both of their clothes either meant that they were matching each other's freak or... matching each other's freak 😏

the thing that really gets me about this is the timing. roommates were assigned on the night of Day 2 (area investigation day), and the Ulysses/Grace swap happened on the night of Day 3. meanwhile, Wolfgang turns up dead in the morning of Day 5. this means that, assuming that Wolfgang and Grace were "sleeping together" (AKA, they fucked at night), the fucking occurred on the night of Day 3, Day 4, or both.

DAY 3

if they fucked on the night of Day 3, this means that after swapping the rooming assignments around, they immediately started fucking. was this the purpose of changing rooms? was Grace rushing Ulysses' move out because she wanted to have sex with Wolfgang faster? did Wenona and Ulysses know that this would happen?

LIKE HELLO????

WAIT I THOUGHT THIS SOUNDED SUS WHEN I FIRST READ THE SCENE BUT I DIDN'T THINK IT WAS REAL OH MY GOD. THEY DEFINITELY FUCKED ON THIS NIGHT

we also know that the dorms are not soundproof, and in fact have pretty thin walls, as Damon is able to hear Jett sneeze from in the hallway. Wolfgang's room is right next to Mark, and right across from Ingrid's. i don't know if it's been confirmed which of Jett and Mark and Toshiko and Ingrid's room each pair is staying in respectively, but this means there's a decent chance that any of them could have overheard Wolfgang and Grace fucking. there are children about, you sickos (/lh). is this why Mark is such a hater all the time.

also, fucking on Day 3 means that they slept together on the night before the bonus laundry scene. did Ingrid invite them because she knew there were things she didn't want to wash? ,':/

well now i know what was on your mind, buddy.

DAY 4

Day 4 is funny because it opens up the possibility of Grace seducing Wolfgang into gaming with her. ladies, now you know how to make your man step away from the pachinko ;)

i would also have to wonder what was going through Grace's mind the next morning when Wolfgang woke up with a stomach ache. pussy so bad it makes your partner fall ill. where was i going with this

anyways yeah, it really is crazy that two people who generally seem really untrusting of others were able to grow that close with each other that fast. naturally, just because they had sex doesn't mean that they had to be interested in pursuing anything romantic, or therefore more (emotionally) "vulnerable." however, given how upset Grace seems about Wolfgang's death, and the fact that Wolfgang suddenly started calling Grace "Grace" as opposed to "Ms. Madison" (even if the voice line still says Ms. Madison) at the Day 4 breakfast, I would guess that there was mutual interest to some degree.

that also makes Wolfgang's actions on the morning of Day 5 all the more intriguing. if he really did care about Grace, that in my opinion increases the likelihood that he truly did take the knife for self defense. otherwise, if he became the blackened, he would necessarily be signing either his or Grace's death warrant. he definitely could care for her but value his own life and secret more, but again, it leans towards him lashing out at Diana being a result of the hallucinogenics. i'll have to chew on that more in the future.

thanks for sending in the ask :) it's fun to talk about shipping stuff sometimes, even if it always embarrasses me haha

[sparks-and-smoke]

Hello!

What about an avengers reader and bucky fic where reader dosnt realize they are in an depressive episode but bucky or steve or both ( platonically or romantically) notices.

Haha I just surfaced from a major depressive episode so that's where the inspiration came from.

Also hi!

Hi <3 this one is a little longer because, well I guess I needed it too. Plus fluffy lovey Stucky is my bread and butter. 

Characters/Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky barnes x reader, Stucky (but not really the focus)

Content/Warnings: mental health, depression, anxiety, self care

Author Note: as someone who also struggles with mental health I personally loved this ask. Thank you, and I hope your feeling better sweets. Take care. 

(Bonus note from my editor @voice-of-velhart)

Editor Note: Depression is not an easy thing to make your way out of, but I'm proud of ya'll for pushing through it and I'm glad your here. <3

The brain fog was the thing that set in first. It was hard to fall out of a routine living in the compound. Day in and Day out it was training and meal regimens. Sparring and paperwork. Someone was always around and yet you felt like you were drifting. Going through the motions with little to no reason to do so other than if you didn’t what else would fill your day. No one seemed to notice your lack of enthusiasm, or how your typically attentive nature had been slipping lately. Your reports were still on time and you weren’t pulling your punches in training so you were probably fine… right?

It was burn out or maybe you were feeling under the weather. At least that's what you told them if they asked. And while your friends and team loved you, they were busy people with the literal weight of the world on their shoulders. So who could blame them when they didn’t keep tabs, or at least you thought they didn’t keep tabs. 

Bucky sat in the library trying to find a fantasy book he hadn’t already read. Tony was a brilliant guy but he had horrible taste in written fiction. As he perused, he kept you in his peripheral vision. You stared down at your now cold cup of coffee looking lost even though you weren’t moving. He had noticed you are like this a lot the last few weeks. You shower less and less, your normally shiny maintained hair more often than not on the greasy and dull side of the spectrum. And he hadn’t seen you touch the piano or your switch in days. He was getting concerned. 

He taps Steve with his foot. “What?” 

The big guy had been deep in thought, sprawled out in a lounge chair with his nose in a tablet. “Have you noticed Angel is different lately?” 

Steve glanced up, taking a look at their girl as she swirled the coffee in her mug, totally disassociating. “Yeah, she said she was under the weather. I tried to get it out of her what was wrong but she’s being cagey.” his brows knit together in a mask of concern. “Sure is lingering a long time to be just a bug, don't cha think?”

Bucky nodded, “Yeah I do… what are we gonna do about it.” 

Steve sighed heavily and set down his tablet, giving the issue his full attention. He thinks back to those long cold winters in brooklyn. When the snow was deep and his bones would ache so bad he didn’t wanna get out of bed. There were always little things that would help him get out of those slumps. Bucky making him get up and shower was always a good start, followed by warm food and if they could find it, sunlight. 

“I think we're gonna start by helping our girl feel human again..” 

~~~~

Steve and Bucky formed a game plan. The two men are nothing if not efficient and tactical. Steve went down stairs to start food. Something starchy and savory. Comfort food. Meanwhile, Bucky started operation Angel Self Care. 

“Angel.” Bucky's voice was soft, wrapped in warm velvet. And you barely registered it before he was crouching down and smoothing back your hair from your face. Taking your untouched cup out of your hand. “How long have you been sitting here, beautiful?” 

You shook your head as if you could wave away the mist behind your eyes. “Oh, I don’t know. Lost track of time I guess.” Bucky just hums. Yeah, he knows that feeling. He also knew it never led anywhere good. 

“Lost in thought?” 

You looked up to meet his gaze, warmth and concern mixing in the set of his jaw and the draw of his brows. “Yeah I guess. I’m fine babe. Don’t worry about it I’m just..”

“Feeling under the weather. Yeah, I know. You’ve been saying that a lot lately. I’m starting to think it’s a cop out.”

It is and you know it but you don’t know what else to say. “I just. I don’t know what wrong with me lately. I just… I don’t wanna do anything. Like anything ya know? It’s like sometimes waking up alone is all I have in me for the day. Do you know how that feels.”

If anyone knew how you felt it was Bucky. Hell sometimes he still felt that way, decades of torture and actions out of his own control had left him with more then his own share of depressive tendencies that drag him deep down under the current of reality pretty regularly. There are days he goes completely nonverbal, only going through the motions on autopilot. The only people who can pull him out are Steve, and you. And therapy, lots of therapy. “Of course I do. You know I do. But Angel, you can’t live there. It’s ok to feel it, but you need to acknowledge it and try to crawl back out. It’s ok if you can’t do it alone baby.”

You feel a thick lump forming in your throat that you can’t quite swallow down. The urge to argue, to tell him your fine and he’s being overbearing was there. But more then that you knew he was right. Something was wrong, and you couldn’t climb out on your own. But you weren’t ready to say it. Not yet. 

“Come on honey, let’s get you cleaned up and get some food in your belly. That might help a little.” Bucky didn’t wait for you to protest, he slid one arm under your legs and the other around your back and headed up to Steve’s quarters. Not caring in the slightest if teammates or recruits saw. That was a problem for later Bucky. 

~~~~

The big six had full apartments in the upper levels of the compound. Which means he could squirrel you away to Steve’s private bath and get you in the shower. Vetiver and pine, a familiar comforting scent. Gently and quietly he started the shower to an acceptable temperature for you (hot enough to turn your skin the next shade of blush.) and stripped you down to help you in. 

There was nothing sexual about the way he did this. It was all just about loving you. Helping you, as  he guided you into the water and let it wash away your stress. He pulled you back against his chest. “There’s my girl. That feel better Angel?” 

You nod as the smell of Steve’s body wash fills the small space. “Do you mind if I wash you?” 

With your permission he sets about cleaning you up. Slow loving strokes over your body as he pulls you back to lean on his chest. “You know you can talk to us about anything right. Steve and I love you. You’ve been here for us. Let us do the same.” 

“I would tell you… if I knew why I felt this way.” You confess. “If I had some inkling of what I needed to get out to feel better but I don’t.” 

Your voice wavers and it breaks Bucky's heart just a little. He wants to fix it. But he knows he can’t. All he can do is be there for you. “Well, I’m glad you trust me enough to help you.” He tilts your head back. Starting to wash your hair. “We’ll just take it one step at a time till we find ground again. Ok?

~~~~ 

Downstairs Steve fretted over the stove. Sweet potato pierogi and with onions and butter. It was easy, simple even. But it always made him feel better as a kid and the few times he had made it you liked it. He looked up as he heard feet pad down into the kitchen. Hair still damp, but clean. In fresh sweats and Bucky's shirt. 

“Ahh, there you are. Do you feel better?”

“Yeah… a little.” You admit, sitting on a stool across the island. 

Steve rounds the counter to kiss your forehead. “You look better.” He inhaled her skin, the longer scent of his soap and Bucky's touch still there, along with that sweet undertone that was all you. “Smell better too.” He teased. 

You breath out your nose with a half hearted huff. “Thanks.” 

“Always angel. Here. I made you some food. You don’t have to eat it all but at least a few bites would ease my mind. And then maybe we can go up to the room and get you some sun hmm? Would you be ok with that.” Steve slid the colorful pasta across the counter to you with a warm smile. Trying to coax you to follow his lead. 

“Yeah. Sounds good.” You eat mostly in silence. Steve and Bucky don’t push you to talk as you fill your stomach. You know they're worried. But even just these small gestures are helping you feel like maybe there is an end to this malaise. You see Steve smile and kiss Bucky softly in thanks as they wait for you to tell them you're ready. 

They spend the rest of the day trying to get you some sun. Fresh air and movement. 

“We’re gonna do this a little everyday till you start feeling better. And if you need it or feel up to it we can look into talking to a therapist too.” Steve assures. His hand firmly laced through your own. “You are not alone in this. We all feel this way sometimes. But I’m proud of you for trying love.”

A flicker of hope flies in your chest at his words. You aren’t alone, this isn’t forever. And your men are gonna love you through it till you can do it on you own.

[ladyazurith]

You said that you wish they’d dealt with Cater’s struggles to connect with people more in the SSR. While I fully agree they could have done more because Cater deserves more(also part of why I’m angry we aren’t getting Vignettes as often anymore), I think it’s also important to discuss that what they DID show is that Cater intentionally disconnected himself by leaving a clone to deal with his Housewarden duties, and only revealing himself when he saw certain people.

That also shows that even in his “perfect” dream, he’s SO disconnected from others he physically disconnects himself from them, especially Heartslaybul students. He sends someone who can play the part FOR him because perfection for him is not BEING the one to play the part.

I had a lot more thoughts on this when I was more awake, but it’s now Way Later Than I Realized so I may drop the rest later, but for now, have these thoughts

-💙

No you're right! This falls into the part about aligning with how I already saw him. The signs he was disconnected like that were already there, his dream just reinforced how bad it is. In his Halloween SSR he talks about how he prefers to keep everyone at arms length and isn't close to anyone. In Star Sending Trey comments about how even after all the time they've spent together Cater still doesn't trust him (with his true self).

I talked about HCing he sent a clone to Lilia’s going away party but this is probably true for anything he doesn't want to deal with.

Canonically he's moved around so much that he's "forgotten how many schools he's been too" (Funland) and tends to get forgotten about everytime he leaves. He's basically given up on making bonds with people and already accepted they'll all go their separate ways after graduation (he says as much in his Halloween SSR).

Most of his personality reflects his struggle to make friends and form genuine bonds. He picked up a guitar in middle school to try and make an impression in the short time he was there. His chill attitude is so he can make shallow friendships with the most amount of people. His magicam account is there as proof he was there, he did exist and this did happen. And skateboarding is flashy and attention grabbing but also something he can do solo.

Even his UM can be read as a reflection of this. He can't connect with, bond too, or understand other people, so he makes more of himself, the person who won't leave him, so he never has to be alone and always has someone else to rely on.

[atrustfulplace]

looking at 911 and shows that queer bait makes me feel deranged. because like i’ve seen all the classic queer bait shows, some of which i ship (destiel), some of which i don’t (johnlock) and some i can go either way on (merlin/arthur). To me what makes me look at a story and decide whether i ship the characters is the question: would this make a better story if they were together? Usually i can see the straight explanation as possible but often i think it makes for a less intresting story. like dean could have had completely platonic feelings for cas and he just thought of him as a bestie, but the story and deans character become WAY more intresting if he was queer of some kind and in love with cas. Stuff that doesn’t have the same meaning for a straight person, can be world defining if the character is queer (ex: john having him kill the lesbian nuns). it’s that simple to me, destiel makes the story better.

now let’s look at 911, specifically eddie diaz. like i mentioned i can always see the straight explanation, stories can make sense without a character being queer, often they are just worse ones. eddie is my exception, i legitimately cannot see his story as anything other than that of a closeted gay man. like let’s take buck out of this, like the shipper goggles are off here, his and bucks relationship is fruity as fuck but it doesn’t even have to be counted to argue for a gay eddie.

like you have this character and he married the first woman he sleeps with because she gets pregnant and they are both catholic so they are pressured into marriage. he joins the army to get away from her and the responsibility. he would literally rather be SHOT AT than be married to his wife. when he finally gets back home he and his wife fight constantly, he will not give up the simplistic of things to support the needs of a woman who has put her life on hold for years so he could runaway from his family. she leaves, giving no phone number or address and the man is now a single father. years pass and they meet again, not because he wanted her in his life but because he needed her. she tells him that she’s pregnant again and he proposes to her again. she dies and he spends years using her as an excuse to no date women. (all the while growing incredibly close and co-dependent with his best friend who helps raise his child with him). when he finally starts dating again it is because everyone in his life is telling him he should, the relationship gets serious and when someone implies they have a serious future together he has a panic attack so bad he falls over and goes to the hospital. he breaks up with her because he was only dating her because his son loved her. again he spends years before dating again, saying when asked that why he isn’t dating is because his late wife was the love of his life, the woman who he spent LESS THAN A YEAR LIVING IN THE SAME SPACE WITH, WHO IN THAT TIME HE WOULD CONSTANTLY FIGHT WITH, but she was who he was meant to be with. ok eddie sure. when asked why he hates dates he says it’s because he has to pretend. he dates another woman after his family and friends pressure him again. he asks her to move in with him way to soon then quickly comes up with an excuse not to have sex with her, she moves out, they still date. he meets the carbon copy of his dead wife who he proceeds to have an emotional affair with, not physical at all, all his relationships implode from the fall out.

like this story doesn’t make sense for someone who is not gay. the pressure from the church, the denial about the realities of his marriage as an excuse not to date, HAVING A PANIC ATTACK WHEN HE THINKS ABOUT MARRYING A WOMAN, making exuses not to have sex. on its own maybe i could believe he is straight but together it literally does not make sense if he was. the stuff they add to make him seem more straight (dead wife obsession) is what convinces me the most that he is gay!!!!!

the funniest part is that if they actually made him gay they could have one of the most well written and authentic portrayals of deeply held internalized homophobia, repression, coming out later in life, and ultimately choosing happiness and love despite all of those challenges. like he makes me insane, i don’t even like him that much!!! like he’s tied with every other character on the show for me. but he confuses me in a way that none of the other characters come near touching. like eddie diaz I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE!!!!

tld r: eddie diaz as a character does not make sense as anything other than as a closeted gay man.

[enkas-illusion]

About My Man - Part 5/5

Fandom / Pairing: Jujutsu Kaisen / Choso x f!reader, Suguru x f!reader

Rating: NSFW/Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Content Warning: Fluff, language, hurt/comfort, a lot of fucking, piv sex, oral (f receiving), (let me know if I forgot any)

Chapter Summary: The final conclusion. One last confession. No longer a love triangle.

Author’s Note: LAST CHAPTER! And it's a big one. Thank you for sticking with it till the end. I really hope you enjoyed reading this. I would absolutely love to hear what you think about the ending. Ps. I haven’t proofread it so if you see any errors, no you didn’t.

~ Eren’s Birdie

Song Dedication: Eyes, Nose, Lips by TAEYANG 

You feel stupefied, unable to move as if your whole body has been cemented into the floor. Suguru’s large frame envelopes you, his hands roughly fixed onto your hips as his lips slowly move closer towards yours. 

What is this weird feeling? Why does this feel like cheating even though you’re as single as the day you were born. Your childhood crush, a man that evokes desire and envy everywhere he goes, is begging you for a second chance – why do you feel so unaffected by his advances?

“No,” you mumble, snapping out of the initial shock as you place both hands firmly on his chest. “Suguru! Enough already!” you yell as you push him with all your might and he barely budges, but the shrill in your voice is enough for him to realise he was crossing the line.

He steps away from you in one swift motion.

“I’m sorry,” he looks flustered and embarrassed, “I– sorry.”

Before you know it, he’s disappeared into his apartment with a loud thud of the door, leaving you alone in front of yours. A chill runs down your spine, pulling you out of your reverie and you hurry inside your home.

As you lie awake in your bed, you don’t think about Suguru at all. You don’t feel bad, sad or even mad at him. You feel… indifferent.

In that moment, as dramatic as it may sound, you realise your heart wanted no one else but Choso Kamo. This longing comes with a heavy ache that makes your heart feel a little too much at an overwhelming speed.

Your drunken state starts to dissipate as you begin to sob silently. You feel a sudden frustration about your current situation – one you could’ve easily avoided had you just been truthful. 

Your wet tears accompany you as you change into your night clothes and freshen up. When the crying makes your head buzz with ants, you begin to sober up completely. You go to the washroom once again to splash cold water over your face, eyes swollen now.

You’re still lost in thoughts, staring at the ceiling when your phone buzzes. It’s 01:14AM when you get a text from Choso. You feel happy when his name pops up. You quickly unlock your phone to read it.

Cho <3: We need to talk. 

You: ?? 

Cho <3: You’re home?

You: where else would I be at this hour?

where are you? Did you come back already?

Cho <3: Yes. When can we talk?

You: we’re talking right now, aren’t we :P 

aww, did you miss me? 

Cho <3: I’ll be there in 15.

You blink at your screen.

What was that?

The annoying thing about texting is not being able to recognize a person’s tone… or perhaps the person really did text in an unusual manner. 

You walk out into the living room, turning the light switch on as you wait for him with a million questions in your mind – when did he get back? Why did he send such an odd text? Why is he coming all the way to your house so late?

You hear your phone ring before your mind reaches a solid conclusion. When you see his name on the caller ID, you almost sprint to the door to open it.

You extend your arms out with a smile, ready to embrace him in a hug but he moves past you. You knit your eyebrows as you close the door before following him back in.

“Is everything okay?” you ask softly.

He places his helmet and keys on the table before turning to face you, eyes stone cold. You feel a weird sadness. He looks like a stranger with such a cold demeanour.

“Cho–”  

“Can you stop toying with me?” he interrupts and you sense a shiver in his voice.

You stand still in silence. More confused by the second, not knowing what’s going on.

He continues his whispered monologue, not wanting to wake the others up – but the calmness of his voice has agitation laced over it, “I’m going crazy and it’s all because of you! I like you so fucking much that it feels ridiculously close to love… and now I’m not even sure if it’s worth this shitty confession.”

That was the last thing you expected out of him. So all that you can manage to say is a ‘what?’ in disbelief.

“You’re driving me crazy!”

“Cho, I don’t underst–”

“I saw you kiss him!” he almost yells before closing his eyes as he takes a deep breath in, “Out by the door tonight… I came early to surprise you and I saw you kissing him. Tell me it’s what just friends do!?”

“Choso…” you mumble.

“I went back home, determined I never wanted to talk to you ever again but how could I not? I feel like a pathetic loser. With each memory I tried to push away, thoughts of you kept on pulling me in deeper. I remembered how sad you got last time and that I’d promised I’d never ghost you again… and now I’m here but I–”

When you hear his voice crack, you look into his eyes but he avoids your gaze as he sits down on the sofa in defeat. As your mind starts registering the fact that he just told you he likes you, you snap out of it just as quickly when you realise you need to clear his misunderstanding right away. 

“Cho… wait–” 

“You’re killing me! Just end my misery and tell me you never liked me and get this shit over with. I'll be out of here and leave you be with him–”

“CHOSO!” you yell.

“WHAT?” he looks up at you and you see the tears threatening to spill from his eyes. You sigh as you slowly kneel down in front of him.

“He tried to kiss me. I didn’t kiss him!” you explain as you stare at him to gauze whether he’s catching up.

“How does that make a difference?” he questions as he tilts his head back to avoid eye contact. You pull onto the hem of his t-shirt to make him look at you again.

“Because I didn’t kiss him. You would’ve known if you'd waited 2 more seconds to see that I pushed him away!”

His eyebrows furrow as he leans forward, “You- what?”

“Let me explain?” you ask calmly as you rest a hand on his knee. He nods and you move to sit next to him on the couch. “Firstly, there’s nothing going on between Suguru and–”

“You don’t like him anymore?” he cuts in.

“God no! I haven't liked him for a long time now… like a long long time,” you enunciate every word. And more than making him explain, it's almost a declaration to yourself to be brave with your words.

His eyebrows further crease, the wrinkle in the middle of his forehead deeper than ever.

“Just… let me explain? I’ll answer all your questions,” you rub his hand softly as you melt at the way his puppy eyes stare at you.

Moment of truth!

“I know you may have a lot of questions but just listen to what I say first?” You begin and he nods just as you blurt it out, “Suguru and I never really dated.”

“What!?” His eyes almost pop out of their sockets in disbelief.

“You wanna hear it or not?” You glare at him. 

He's quick to raise his hands up in surrender, “Go on.”

“Umm… remember when you asked me if I had a crush on anyone?” You continue, “When I first told the gang I was doing long distance with Suguru?”

He nods attentively and it almost makes you giggle but you maintain a straight face nonetheless. 

“It was a stupid lie that Lu and I said without thinking cause at that time all that mattered was to not confess that I had a crush on you,” you sigh.

He points a finger at his own chest, “Me?”

You roll your eyes.

“No, no… I mean, that was like two months ago. You've liked me since then?” He sounds more confused than ever.

You simple stare at him, warning him about the interruption. He mouths a sorry and you continue. You tell him about your first kiss and brief history with Suguru, which earns you a consoling caress on your hand from Choso. You also explain how Suguru moving into the apartment next door was just your mother's naive move at fixing your relationship with your ‘hot ex-best friend’. And finally catching him up to speed on the events from a few hours ago.

“So, that's that,” you sigh, “Of course I shouldn't have lied about it at all and avoided this whole mess altogether… but I'm sorry. I don't want a relationship based on lies so, now you know. And since I'm being honest… I've had a crush on you for a while now, Cho. It started slowly and before I knew it, I liked you too much to risk getting rejected by you-”

“No,” he interrupts you, “No… just– you’ve liked me for months and you're just telling me now?”

“Hey, you weren’t particularly easy to read! You always gave me mixed signals. Since when have you liked me?” you fire back.

“You dumbass… I've been whipped for you from the moment you first spoke to me!” He whisper-yells in the passion of his confession, laughing as if a sudden weight had disappeared off his shoulders.

You're dumbfounded as you mumble, “Then why not ask me out?”

“I don't know… my longing for you never seemed to move past late night rants with Satoru,” Choso chuckles, “at first I thought that it would be a bad idea to fuck up the dynamics of such a new friend group… then later on, I saw the way you refused to go out with Mahito… I didn’t want to blow my chance by asking you too prematurely and then the perfect moment never arrived till Suguru happened.”

“Wait wait wait… Satoru knew?” You raise an eyebrow. Choso simply nods affirmatively. “I'm gonna kill that blondie in the morning,” you glare in the direction of Luna's room.

You look back when you hear Choso laugh and you smile at him, “As for Mahito, he was just some dude at the office to me. I never even had a full conversation with the guy! But you–”

“I know it seems like an excuse and maybe I was being a coward but I really did not want to be just a guy at the office to you!”

There's a beat of silence.

“Do you really like me?” He breaks the silence.

“What– of course I do!” you sigh, “How has it not been obvious to you?”

“Ditto.” he says plainly. 

There’s silence again. With every second that passes by, you feel a void forming inside of you and your mouth drying due to the sudden anxiety creeping up. But then there it is, his voice that pulls you out of it.

“Will you push me away if I kiss you now?”

You stare at him blankly, “Hmm?”

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he declares softly. 

You nod your head slowly.

“Hmm,” he moves closer to you, closing the barely existent distance between you. He plops your bottom lip out with his thumb while simultaneously wetting his plump ones. Your breath hitches in your throat when you finally feel his lips on yours.

He takes his time to savour the taste of your mouth, parting to catch his breath, “I’m sorry if I hadn’t made it clear before– I like you a lot.”

You blush as you nod, “I like you too, Cho.”

“Let me do this right,” he hooks an arm around your waist, “Would you make me the happiest man on earth and be my girlfriend?” He pecks your cheek.

“Hmm… can I think about it and get back to yo–” your sentence is interrupted by another kiss and you laugh into it.

“Nope,” he kisses you all over your face. You giggle as you pull him in for another kiss.

You let out an involuntary whimper when he deepens it and his tongue invades your mouth. Your hands move up to play with his hair when he tugs at your hips to pull you impossibly closer onto his lap. His fingers dig into your hips to drag your crotch over his growing erection.

When Choso finally parts his lips from yours, you gasp for air as you grow weak under the intensity of his gaze.

“You’re beautiful,” he declares lovingly and it makes your cheeks grow hot. You grab the fabric of his t-shirt to pull him closer. He obliges as his lips capture yours again. 

Your tongues dance in sync with a newfound familiarity before he pulls away to pepper your whole face with tiny pecks. You giggle silently at this, trying your best not to wake Luna and Satoru up.

You close your eyes when Choso’s lips move closer to your eyelids, still laughing as you whisper, “Shhh… Cho– it tickles!”

“Okay… then how about this?” he coos as his face dives into the crook of your neck and he sucks onto your skin, causing you to let out a louder gasp.

You slap a hand over your mouth as he sucks on the same spot, biting it and making you feel dizzy. He fingers wrap around your wrist to peel your hand away from your mouth.

Biting your bottom lip to contain your moans, you feel him push up against your crotch, moving your hips back and forth over the tent in his pants. You yank his hair with your free hand and he gives you a cheeky grin, lust clouding his eyes.

“Hold tight,” he whispers as he leans back in to kiss you. You nod as you wrap your arms around his neck, trying to dominate the kiss. His hands move down to knead the flesh of your ass before you hear a muzzled smack and feel the tingling burn on your butt, “Just because you’re on top doesn't mean you're in control,” he smiles ever so innocently as he stands up, almost stumbling as he eagerly carries you to your room. Your lips don’t part until you shush at him for kicking your room door to close it with a loud thud behind him. 

He ignores your scolding, biting your bottom lip softly instead. Just as he throws you onto the soft mattress of your bed, you hear shuffling as he searches for the bedside lamp.

When the dim light illuminates his form, you get butterflies in your stomach at the way his chest heaves as he pulls off his t-shirt in one swift motion, discarding it recklessly on the floor. When he climbs into the bed, hovering over you, you can’t help but observe how delicious he looks – his lips already swollen from the kiss and his hair all messed up, thanks to you.

“I like you so much. You have no idea how many nights I've dreamt of this moment,” you confess as you stare into his eyes.

“I think I do,” he kisses your cheek, “cause I have failed to get you off my mind too.”

“Fuck you for being such a coward,” you pull him into a kiss.

“Okay, my pretty liar,” he pulls back to sit up and you mirror his movement. He pulls your t-shirt up to your chest. You lift your hands up to help him take it off completely and he discards the fabric carelessly. Your bra follows next and he’s stupefied as he salivates at your perked up tits.

His hands are quick to knead and squish your boobs together before pinching the hardened nipples. You sigh in satisfaction and it encourages him further as he pulls you onto his lap till you're straddling him. He holds your gaze, staring up into your half-lidded eyes as his lips alternate, pecking both of your nipples gently.

If your skin burned like fire under his touch, he felt scorched by the sun itself. Choso wasn’t a pervert but maybe you were an exception; he could recall all the times he’d jerked himself off to thoughts of you.

As his hands raked over your soft skin, it made him think of all the nights he’d conjured up sweet memories of your seemingly innocent hugs for all the wrong reasons — the way your arms would wrap around his wide shoulders and the way your boobs would press against his chest — and he felt his cravings grow with a deprivation akin to a sex-fiend adolescent boy.

With each touch, he affirmed the thoughts that had plagued his sleepless nights during the forced celibacy he’d maintained since the day he started falling for you. It had been months since he’d felt the touch of a woman and he thinks it might as well have been a lifetime ago. 

His lips search for all the spots on your skin that can pacify the needs of his body and the longing of his heart. The shipwrecked sailor finding his solace in the arms of a siren who’d been waiting for him to sink under. 

When his teeth softly tug at your flesh before sucking onto a nipple roughly, you shut your eyes close, moaning at the sensation as you slowly begin grinding your hips over his clothed cock. He repeats his ministrations on the other side while his hand slides down to dip into your shorts. His fingers flirt with your wet underwear, rubbing over the fabric, pushing it closer to your cunt, soaking it further with your juices.  

“Cho– nghh,” you huff as you find your hips grinding at their own will against his hand for more friction and your head lulls back. 

“Yes, my love?” He teases you as his other hand clutches your jaw to make you look at him once again.

“M-more,” you beg, feeling hazy. His lips curl into a cocky smile as he pulls your face closer to kiss you. He moves the flimsy fabric of your underwear to the side before gliding two fingers over your folds, coating them with your arousal.

You squirm on top of him when his fingers bully into your cunt, slowly burying in deeper and deeper. His grip on your jaw relaxes before holding the back of your neck firmly to still your writhing torso. Your thoughts go blank and pleasure shoots up your veins as Choso’s fingers work their magic. 

His two fingers go from slowly massaging your gummy walls to moving up towards your clit. As he starts to roll the pads of his fingers over the sensitive bud, you bury your head into the crook of his neck to muffle your moans. Choso notices the way your arms begin to shake when you grip his shoulders to keep yourself sane. Choso’s free hand slides to the back of your head as he grips your hair with just the right amount of pressure. When you pull your head back to look at him, you find a satisfied grin plastered on his face, relishing the way you look so fucked out already.

Any other time you’d get jealous wondering who taught him how to please a woman but right now, you were too busy making profanities sound like pleas and prayers dedicated to the man in front of you. You lean forward to kiss him frantically as your body starts to twitch due to how sensitive your clit feels. You bite his bottom lip hard and whimper at the way his fingers play with you.

He pulls his face away from yours to whisper, “Let me hear your cute voice, baby. Been waiting forever.”

You shake your head no in embarrassment and it's only a split second after that you find yourself moaning his name as he dives forward to suck the sweet spot on your neck. You can already tell it's going to bruise later but you don't care. You're way past the limit of being overstimulated as you can hear just how wet his fingers have gotten with your slick.

You can't take it anymore so you grab his hair to pull his sweet lips away from your skin, “Choso… please fuck me before I go insane.”

Your desperate request is all it takes for him to oblige and lay you down on the mattress. Before you can register it, he’s yanking your shorts off along with your soaked panties to completely expose your body to him. You feel shy like you never did before and it’s mostly due to the way Choso's eyes are ravaging your body even without laying a finger. You try to squeeze your legs shut as your face burns in embarrassment, but he’s quick to stop you halfway, gripping your ankles tightly.

“Cho, stop looking at me like that!” you scold him and he simply chuckles softly.

“I have dreamt of you naked a million times and now that I finally get to see you…” he holds your left leg up to his shoulder as he peppers pillowy wet kisses, starting from your ankle and moving towards the inside of your thigh.

“Mmh?” you ask as you shut your eyes when you feel his breath fanning just above your folds. You feel goosebumps prick your skin as he kisses everywhere but where you need his mouth the most.

“My imagination couldn’t ever come close to the real you,” he concludes before you feel his wet tongue part your folds as he slowly licks up and down at a steady pace. When the tip of his tongue pokes at your clit, you instinctively move your hands down to grip his hair while your thighs squish his head gently. He’s sucking your sensitive bud just as his two fingers glide into your hole.

“Shit… CHOSO!” you grip his hair as he continues his slow torture. You grind your hips, desperate for more friction only to hear him chuckle as he stops to look up at you. You open your eyes to see his amused face staring at you from between your thighs.

“So cute,” he crinkles his nose at you. Before you can let the crease of complaint form on your forehead, he’s diving back in. This time however, his pace is brutal. He’s unforgiving as he eats you out like a starved man. Each lick makes your torso twitch more violently as you feel yourself getting closer.

“Cho?” you huff as your breathing gets heavier.

“Yes?” 

“Come here,” your voice is desperate and he has no option but to obey as he towers over you with his hands on either side of your head. You reposition one of his thighs between your legs as he waits for your command. He’s quick to catch up as he pushes his leg further up to press his knee against your pussy. Your hands are quick to grip onto his sides as you begin grinding over his thigh at a ruthless pace.

“That’s it baby… use me as you please,” he matches the rhythm of your body and it takes only a few more seconds till your whole body is twitching and your limbs collapse onto the mattress as you cum hard.

“Wow,” he looks down at the newly created wet spot on his pants.

“Really soft… I like your pants,” you stick your tongue out as you tease him. He mouths a ‘thank you’ before leaning down to kiss you again. He caresses your hair as your breathlessness subsides slowly and you promise, “I'll wash them tomorrow.”

“No way! Gonna wear this out and show everyone ‘hey!!! my girlfriend came on this!’” he laughs.

But that one word he casually lets slip is the one that catches your attention. You bite your lip as you blush, “Girlfriend?”

“Shall we make it official?” He moves away to get off the bed and his hands unbutton his trousers before letting them drop to the floor along with his underwear. You look at his naked figure, staring at him in his full glory. You let out a dry chuckle when your eyes land on his dick, wondering how the hell your pussy was going to take all of him.

You snap out of your trance as you hear him speak, “Got any condoms?”

“Hmm?” You blink as you refocus your vision back to his face. 

“Cute,” he laughs and there's a pause as he looks at you lovingly, “I asked where the condoms were, baby.”

“Oh… right,” you blush, again, “umm… left drawer in the closet.”

It's not hard to find the sealed pack as it lay on top of your stuff – all thanks to Luna who had gotten them for you just in case on the day you had invited Choso over to talk.

“Who was this pack waiting for?” he inquires you teasingly, “Totally not jealous by the way!”

“Your dumbass on Thursday,” you roll your eyes at him.

“Aww,” he mocks before giggling like a teenager in love, “Sorry for making you wait, my love.”

“All's forgiven,” you open your arms, inviting him back to the bed.

“No, wait… where's the lube?” he’s rummaging through the drawer.

“Doesn' matter, just come here!”

“Baby, come on,” he chuckles as he points at his dick, “not tryna brag but… come on.”

Right. You can feel the warmth rush to your cheeks at his comment. So all you can do is manage to rapidly mumble, “it's somewhere in there… I don't know, find it yourself.”

Choso's smiling like an idiot before turning his back to you once again to find the lube. You observe how well-built his back looks even when he's not flexing before your gaze finds itself onto his cute butt. You smile to yourself as it dawns on you that this is actually happening for real.

With your legs spread apart, your hand moves down to your folds as you begin to finger yourself. Your other hand is playing with your hardened nipples as you shamelessly stare at Choso’s figure. 

“Found i–” he turns around as he holds the half-empty tube in his hand, words failing him at the scenery in front of him. He thinks he could cum just by looking at you masturbating in front of him.

“Hurry up baby… please,” you whimper as your fingers pick up the pace.

Without wasting another second, he's tearing open the pack of condoms to put one on with lighting speed. Before you know it, his hands are on either side of your head to keep his heavy weight from collapsing onto you as his head dips down to kiss you passionately.

“Holy fuck,” he sighs when your lips part. You’re already reaching out to grab the lube he'd tossed on the bed. Taking a generous amount in your palm, you smirk at him as your hand reaches down to coat his dick with the sleek gel.

You're pretty sure you hear a muted whimper when your hand glides over his length, squeezing it with a soft pressure. “That enough?” You ask innocently when you stop the movement.

“Let's find out,” his voice betrays him, revealing the desperation hidden inside. Choso’s quick to readjust your position, hooking your legs onto his shoulders and placing a pillow under your hips. You reach your hand down to position his tip near your entrance and frantically nod at him to begin.

“Just tell me– fuck… I'll stop if it’s too much,” his voice strains as he pushes his tip inside. You nod as your fingers dig into his biceps.

“Shit, son of a bi–ngh,” you moan as he pushes his dick deeper into your fluttering walls, “don’t stop, keep going.” Even more profanities roll off your tongue by the time he's done pushing his whole length into you. 

“Good job, baby!” He kisses your sweaty forehead as he waits for you to adjust to his size. “I'm gonna fuck you now, okay?”

You nod eagerly as you cup his face to pull him in for a kiss. When you feel him pull his hips away slowly, you moan into the kiss, making him suck on your bottom lip. Before you have a chance to feel the emptiness, he's thrusting back into your hole, making your eyes roll back into your head as you chant his name between kisses.

“Cho- fuck!” you cry. 

“Tell me how you like it, baby,” his heavy voice feels like music to your ears.

“Faster… please!”

On your command, the sound of your skin slapping against his gets louder as he picks up the pace. Choso’s chest heaves as he slams a hand onto the headboard, gripping it tight to help control his motions better. You can feel each thrust penetrate your walls, leaving behind a longing for more each time he pulls back to fuck into you harder.

As you shamelessly chant out ‘yesyesyes’ in approval, it further fuels his desire to keep going. When you feel your body move up the bed due to his erratic thrusts, you bring one hand up to push against the headboard and keep yourself from sliding up further.

Each of his thrusts feel so delicious that you find yourself zoning out due to the pleasure. You can feel your senses overloading when he pulls his hand away from the headboard to tease your clit instead. When your fingernails dig into his bicep, you hear him hiss in pain.

“S-sorry baby,” you mumble in your delirium only slightly letting go of your grip on his arm. Choso lets out a dry chuckle at this before stopping his thrusts completely. You look at him with desperation and disappointment in your eyes.

He pulls away from you before commanding, “Turn around.”

On instinct, you're quick to obey as you lie face down, pushing your ass up in the air as you steady your balance on your knees. But you realise Choso has other ideas when he pushes your hips to lie you down flat.

“Try to relax, okay baby?” his voice sounds so soft that all his words seem to be laced with honey, all the while preparing to take you into a lethal prone bone. Choso pins both your wrists above your head with one hand while his other hand lines his tip to your entrance once again. Your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel his length enter you slowly. 

“Oh… god,” is all you can manage to say as your voice gives out. As Choso begins to thrust into you with a delicious pace, all you can manage to utter are broken moans of his name over and over again. 

You're at his mercy, locked under him as he pounds into you, making the mattress bounce to the rhythm of your bodies. You're certain you almost see stars each time his dick touches all the right spots inside you.

The sound of his hips slapping against your ass makes you hyper aware of just how loud you're being but with every thrust, you care less than ever.

“Shit… baby, I might–,” before Choso's sentence is complete, you feel his dick twitch inside you, “...cum.”

“No! Keep going… please,” you push your hips back in an attempt to make up for the lost momentum when you feel Choso slow down. But you already feel the emptiness inside your walls as he rolls off to collapse next to you, chest heaving heavily.

Before the pout on your face has a chance to deepen further, he's pulling your body into his till your back is pressed against his chest.

“Sorry baby,” he whispers, kissing the sweet spot behind your ear as his arms snake around your body to readjust till you're lying on top of him. One of his hands plays with your hardened nipples while the other hand moves down to your clit. 

“Oh,” is all you manage to utter before you're squirming on top of him due to his skilled movements. Every flick and every pinch overstimulating your already abused clit. You turn your head to try to kiss him but your position makes it impossibly difficult and the moans you wanted to drown into his mouth are bellowed out loud.

You would've thought it ridiculously impossible that a man would be able to make you squirm like this just by playing with your tiny bud of joy but the night had been full of surprises to say the least.

“Cho– fuck, it's too much,” you cry as you try to release yourself from his hold but are instead greeted by a pinch on the nipple.

“Shh… you can take it baby,” his fingers move better than a vibrator ever could and you cry his name over and over again as you feel yourself getting closer and closer.

“Fuckfuckfuck-shit! Choso, fuck, please god,” you're not sure what you're begging for but your prayers are heard as you cum hard, body convulsing violently. Choso's fingers slow down and you take the opportunity to slide away from his hold. 

You let out a breathless chuckle as your body slowly stops twitching. You open your eyes to look at Choso who's smiling at you with a satisfied smug look in his eyes.

“Kamo… you’re something else,” you laugh as you roll your eyes at him, still in disbelief at the fact that he managed to make you orgasm in a way you yourself could never.

“You're welcome,” he laughs back as he shifts to sit in front of you, taking one of your feet into his hands. He brings the foot up to kiss the bottom of it and you pull away when it tickles. Choso moves closer, the lazy haze in his eyes can't hide the lust starting to swarm again.

“No way,” you squeal as you place the same foot onto his chest to stop him from getting any closer.

“Are you serious? We've only fucked once,” he pouts.

“Cho, if we fuck again, I'll die,” you laugh as you hook the same leg around his waist to pull him in closer.

“And if we don't do it again, I'll die,” he dips his head down to give you a sweet peck.

“Cho, have you seen the size of that thing? Give me some time to adjust,” you laugh as you wrap your hands around his neck to pull him on top of you like a weighted blanket.

“Okay fine, but I'm having you all to myself in the morning,” he kisses you once again before pulling away from you. You watch him discard the condom into the bin before returning to bed. Last thing you remember is Choso pulling you closer and covering your naked bodies with your snug blanket. The whispered pillow talk dissolves away as soon as it begins and the mumbled sentences you try so hard to deliver get lost somewhere in the back of your brain when sleep takes over.

~~~

In his deep slumber, Choso finds himself dreaming – as he wakes up in cold sweat, he finds himself alone in his bed, with no trace of you in sight. Then he recalls the way he had hurried back home upon seeing you kiss Suguru and the rancid feeling that he had carried to bed, trying to bury any feelings he had for you, hoping they’d disappear tomorrow along with the burning ache of his soul. Then he wakes from the dream within his dream, feeling a sense of brief relief only for his heart to sink again as his hand extends out to roam over the empty spot on the bed. His eyes stay closed, wanting to delay reality. The haven his body had found in your arms last night seemed to have been a tricky illusion of his tortuous brain.

Just as Choso finds himself cursing his mind for such dirty tricks, wishing he’d never–

A kiss on the cheek.

Then another.

And another.

Choso feels the soft lips pepper his entire face with ticklish kisses. And then Choso finds himself taking back all the curses he’d mentally spewed at himself moments ago when his eyes open to meet your loving ones.

“Good morning,” you smile, leaning over him with a damp towel wrapped around your body.

“I had a bad dream,” Choso smiles back.

“What was it?”

“Doesn’t matter anymore,” his grin widens as he wraps his arms around you and rolls over till you’re pinned under him. You squeal, taken by surprise before giggling as he leans down to kiss you.

“If I remember correctly, you’re mine all day today,” Choso comments between kisses, “and for the rest of our days.”

“It’s Monday tomorr–” your sentence is interrupted by another abrupt kiss, resulting in both of you giggling like fools in love. 

His lips move down to your neck, leaving a trail of feather-light kisses. You feel the heat burning up your skin as your hands get lost into his black locks, massaging his head gently. Just as Choso undoes your towel, you hear a loud rumble erupt from your stomach.

“Maybe we should have breakfast first,” Choso chuckles, kissing your belly before getting off the bed. You take his extended hand and get out of bed before getting dressed. You both quietly make your way through the living room, not wanting to disrupt Luna and Satoru in case they were still sound asleep.

“Ready?” you chirp, already envisioning the big breakfast you were planning to have at Sam’s cafe… with your man. You open the main door and take about two steps when he pulls you by the arm, kissing you in a way that leaves you lightheaded.

“Okay, now we’re ready,” Choso smiles.

~fin~

[wanderlustqueen-writes]

Merry Christmas! This is my gift to my lovely friend and secret santa @youre-ackermine. I hope you like it Val ❤️🎁

@levihanweek thanks for organizing this event!

Meet Cute (But Make It Scary)

Pairing: Levi Ackerman/Hange Zöe (Attack on Titan)

Ratings: SFW.

Warnings: Swearing; Well-meaning tackling (?)

Genre: Fluff

Additional tags: Attack on School Castes AU

Wordcount: 2,1k

Summary: Levi Ackerman gets locked inside the School one night, completely alone. Or so he thinks...

Once again, Levi Ackerman was the last person to leave the workplace. The new hire of Paradis High stood in the employee’s locker room as the world outside ended in deluge. The noise of heavy rain filled the empty room, and the droplets hit the egress window so fast that it was nearly impossible to discern anything through the glass.

The image of the other janitors stranded in a bar waiting for the water to stop invaded his mind. He told them it was going to rain…

Except he’d just lucked out with that prediction. The sky could have been clear and still, he would find an excuse to go home. Alone. It was just the way he was.

Levi started to zip down his janitor uniform with one hand, bringing the other one inside his locker to feel for his umbrella.

“Shit” he mumbled under his breath when he came up short. 

As if on cue, a blue light descended from the sky. The whole room was engulfed in black. 

“Shit!” Levi slammed the metal door, only to jump out a second later when the reverberating rumble of the thunder finally hit.

It was starting to feel like the setup for a bad horror movie.

Levi cursed Flagon, one of his chummier colleagues, for telling him those stories about the school.

Don’t take too long to leave after you clock out, Levi. This place is full of ghosts, especially at night. Did I ever tell you the story of the student who died in…

“Asshole” Levi mumbled.

***

The cleaning crew had used a flashlight to work on a darker section of the school’s basement the week before, and that’s what Levi was crossing the corridor to retrieve. The path wasn’t pitch black, as the emergency lighting had kicked in, but it was still far from ideal.  The lamps barely illuminated the narrow space, creating an eerie atmosphere. 

When he reached his destination, the room was so dark it didn’t matter if his eyes were open. Levi closed the door behind him with a click.

“Who is there?” a hesitant voice called from the darkness ahead of him.

Levi froze. His blood felt like liquid ice and his heart started pounding hard inside his chest in the second of silence that followed the question. His breathing picked up.

It wasn’t his imagination.

He shut his eyes hard, taking in a deep breath as quietly as he possibly could, though he was sure his heart could be heard from a mile away. Levi slowly backed up with his hands behind him, until he felt the light pressure of the wall against his fingers. His movements were silent and calculated. He slid his body to the side, always slow,  hands always lightly on the wall, until he was met with harsh resistance. He felt around the edge of the desk, lowering his digits when he found the drawer.

Levi cringed at the light noise of wood sliding against wood as he carefully pulled on the handle. From the opposite side of the table, came a choked gasp.

Fuck caution! Levi reached inside the drawer, but the only thing he felt was cold fingers wrapping around his.

“AAARGHH!!” they yelled in unison.

The hands repelled each other immediately! Levi opened the door wide and sprinted through it, stumbling on his own feet. Suddenly a dancing yellow beam revealed the corridor before him. Levi took the opportunity to run faster, no longer hindered by the low lighting.

But the ring of light kept moving forward too. In fact, it seemed to be going faster than him. And the sound of steps he thought were just from him now seemed to also belong to someone else, someone close.

“Wait!” the voice called from close behind him. He looked back for a split second. White clothes. Brown hair all over the place. Crazy wide eyes. Fuck. Levi boosted again.

“Slow down!”

“The fuck I will!”

“I swear, I won’t hurt you!”

He didn’t respond, all his energy on his feet. Running. Running. Run-

He crashed flat on the ground like a starfish, crushed by the weight of whoever tackled him. Levi struggled like a bull trying to knock over a cowboy, to no avail. The weight lifted off of him for one second, enough for Levi to turn over and face his assailant. He was met with a blinding light.

“Who are you?” the voice sounded more composed now. It was low and rich, Levi tried to free himself again. The person above him sighed.

“I’m Hange. I work here." The flashlight turned 180º. Through the yellow stains in his vision, left behind by the light, Levi got a look at the person straddling his hips. Strands of brown hair were glued to their face. Ghosts don’t sweat, right? And the white clothing he got a quick look at before was a lab coat. “I’m the chemistry teacher. And you are a janitor, I assume?”

Levi remained silent.

“I’m sorry I tackled you.” Hange began explaining “It’s just that you were running in the dark and the doors of this corridor are locked” then pointed the light at the double doors not 3 meters before him “Good thing I stopped you, or It would’ve been bye bye to this perfect face.” Hange booped his nose.

“Tch. Get off of me” he struggled under the strange teacher again.

“If you tell me your name.”

He grunted.

“Levi.” 

Hange smiled, finally de-straddling him. Levi staggered up to his feet, moving towards the corridor doors.

“It’s locked.” Hange warned. Still, he tried to push them open.

“Told you.”

Levi clicked his tongue and began walking in the other direction.

“I’ve tried that one too. We’re stuck here.”

“Huh?” He frowned.

“It happens sometimes to workaholic idiots who don’t know when to clock out,” Hange sighed.

Levi’s head was spinning. It was all too much. He stumbled back. 

“Are you okay?” Hange was up in a second, hands all over him, lifting his arms, patting his sides and his face, searching for injuries. Levi flinched when two fingers simultaneously pressed on sore spots on his cheek and forehead.

The light was on his face again.

“Oh, you hit this side pretty hard.” Hange muttered, “This one is going to leave a nasty bump.”

Levi pushed the hand that held the flashlight away but allowed the other to rest gently on his cheek. “There’s a fridge in the teacher’s lounge, we can get you some ice! Come on!”

Several seconds of silence passed, but Levi eventually sighed in defeat.

***

“Voilá” Hange opened the door in an exaggeratedly cordial movement. “Mi casa es su casa.”

“Does su casa have any food?” Levi let his body fall on the two-person loveseat that occupied one corner of the room. Hange approached him moments later, bearing gifts. 

“Iced tea and soufflé cake or ice cream?”

Levi reached for the right, grabbing the bottle with one hand and the small Tupperware and fork with the other.

“Don't these belong to someone?”

“The power is out, so it’s our moral imperative to save this food from waste!”

Levi shrugged, leaning in to take a bite out of the treat.

“I think Nanaba has some candles in here from the rising water experiment her class did last week!”

Levi took a few sips of his drink as the strange teacher jumped from cupboard to cupboard, fleshlight in hand. Soon, the room was covered in dancing shadows cast by candlelight. The heavy rain outside created a soothing symphony. Levi crossed his legs, supporting the cake on one of his thighs. Hange sat next to him, with a few ice cubes wrapped in a dishcloth.

“Is this clean?”

“Of course! Fresh out of the cupboard.”

Hange laid the improvised cold pack gently on his cheek, then on his forehead.

“You think we’ll be in trouble for staying in?” He took a sip of his drink, looking at his new acquaintance out of the corner of his eyes.

“Only if we get caught” the reply was casual “I usually hide in the teacher’s bathroom when I hear someone coming. Then I just have to wait a few minutes and make sure no one else is in the room before I  exit. The timing is tricky though, no room for errors.”

He almost choked on his iced tea.

“How many times have you done this?”

“Don’t know. Lost count.” Hange shrugged.

“Why?”

“The lab is my favorite place in the world. Well, that and this lovely room right here” Hange joked but something vulnerable lurked behind the feigned chuckle. Levi turned to face the teacher, who continued “I also don’t have much else going on in other parts of my life. This is the closest thing I had to a date in… I don’t know… a year and a half?”

Levi’s cheeks felt warm, and he was grateful for the warm tones of the lighting in the room. To his surprise, he found himself saying:

“Eight months.”

He tilted his bottle to touch Hange’s ice cream cup.

Hange laughed, sincerely this time. The sound was low, bubbly, irregular. It was the weirdest combination of strange and familiar that made something resonate deep within him.

“What a couple of losers we are.”

“Yeah,” Levi replied, still stunned by the feeling.

***

“We should try and get some sleep.” Levi proposed, as the rain died out, and Hange nodded.

Except they didn’t. For some reason, whenever one of them stopped talking, the other broke the silence. Hange talked excitedly about the experiments the class did that day. Then Levi complained about the mess of the students and how some of the staff half-assed the cleaning. Hange nearly died laughing when Levi explained he ran because he thought he was being chased by a ghost but, for some reason, he didn’t mind. He liked it. 

***

“I guess we won’t be needing these anymore.” The chemistry teacher blew the candles on the little center table before them, as the morning light entered the room, filtered by the blinds.

“I guess we won’t.”

“So, we’ll be out of here soon,” Hange commented.

“Yeah, I guess we will.” Levi turned to face his newfound friend. Now that the sun was up, he could see Hange’s features clearly. Smooth light skin. Strong, slightly convex nose. Brown chaotic hair that somehow fit the whole picture. Deep brown eyes one could get lost in and lips so full, so soft looking.

He averted his gaze when he realized he was staring, but it was too late. There was already a strange charge in the room, hovering over them. It was slightly uncomfortable but also exhilarating. The tension that precedes a leap into the unknown. Levi gulped, creating the courage to look at Hange again. Brown eyes stared right back at him. His heart picked up the pace as he moved forward. Hange moved too, tongue peeking out to moisten those lips. He could feel the heat emanating from them. Any second now.

A loud clanking outside made them jump in surprise.

“It’s the doorman!” Hange whispered. They both ran for the window. As one man unlatched the gate, another stood behind him.

“That’s Erwin, the history teacher!” Hange whispered as though they could hear them talking from that distance. “He always comes here first thing in the morning! Quick! Hide!”

They ran to the bathroom, hiding behind the partially closed door.

There was a creek. Then slow steps. Then the sound of a refrigerator door opening. Then silence.

“Is he gone?” Levi mouthed.

The chem teacher peeked through the crack and nodded negatively. Then frowned.

“What is it?”

There was a moment of silence. Then, in what can only be described as an oopsie face, Hange mouthed “I think he’s looking for his souffle cake”.

Levi caught the laughter last minute, letting out only a strangled snicker. Meanwhile, Hange was all silent open mouthed-chuckles, which intensified when Erwin rested his chin on his hand in a stoic pose while examining the empty fridge.

By the time the room was clear, they were both out of breath. Levi and Hange stepped out of the bathroom, looking each other in the eyes. The moment was gone, but there was a tinge of promise in the air. Hange spoke first.

“So, I’ll be bumping into you from now on?”

Levi shrugged. “if you’re lucky.”

Hange laughed and, once again, they ran out of words. Levi moved towards the door, but as he took a step out, he heard the teacher speak again.

“Hey, Levi!” He turned back to find Hange with the fingers of both hands crossed. “See you around!”

“See ya.” Levi stepped out this time, a smirk hiding on the corner of his lips. Maybe socializing with his coworkers wouldn't be so bad, after all.

[kero-cure]

Thanks for translating! And guys, Let me talk about him a little. Because no doubt that he's MVP of this year for me. So welcome to Yuki Hayama appreciation post by me (lol)

Around last month, I read his cast blog and impressed a lot so let me share about him.

He used to have a negative thought about himself and have a complex. (I heard one time somewhere that when he was in an idol group, He confessed to other members that he felt like he was a burden. While everyone moving forward, He was still there and had nothing changed.) Until one day he decided that he hate it and don't wanna be like this anymore. So he started to mark his goal of "his ideal self" and doing his best to reach the goal everyday. And while he's going forward to that goal. He managed to build his self esteem and finally, Be able to love himself more. Even though sometimes he messed up, He won't regret and think that

"Well, the answer I came up with turned out like this, and even if I fail now, it's okay as long as I acted because I truly believed it was the right thing to do at the time."

Instead.

I'm amazed of how he developed his self esteem to love himself a lot (so much that sometimes it sound narcissism lol) I feel like I, Who have a time of my life that lack of self esteem so bad and took so long to recovered, learnt something important from him.

He may looks cheerful, Being funny Kansai boy, And always have a big heart-shaped smile on his face when we saw him on camera. But he's actually hardworker and sometime maybe being too serious. I saw many times when he talk about his roles, Seeing him being literally no.1 Ishiro fan, Seeing him try to read and understand his role as much as possible, And seeing how he taking his role so seriously and trying his best to perform as Ishiro even though it might be hard make me impressed a lot.

I'm so glad that I entrusted my boy's life to him. And I'm so thankful I met him too. He performed the character who became my very first Super Sentai oshi (Seriously. I'm toku girlie for more than 10 years but my main focus is Kamen Rider. I didn't have oshi who I love that much in Sentai until this time.) And then he managed to made me fall for him later lol. I usually don't have much irl person oshi and maybe I'll find someone to become my oshi in every 10 years. And yes, He became my new irl person oshi, Since last time that was 10 yrs ago.

Thank you for become one part that changed me a lot in 2024. I love you and your character so much :)

Animage January 2025 Issue ft. Hayama Yuki Interview (translation below)

Publication: December 10, 2024

The Informant's Dignity

The Informant who supports the Boonboomgers, with his ability to collect data quickly from all over the world and superior intelligence to formulate strategies and countermeasures against enemies based on said data he collects, is Ishiro Meita.

Although he has immense trust in their leader, Taiya Hando, when they first met, they were enemies. Hired by the ISA, he sneaks into Taiya's house, where he's recruited by him to join the Boonboomgers. "I've fallen for you. That skill of yours, I want to buy it!" These words moved Ishiro so much, that he makes the decision to become Taiya's friend.

As the battle between the Boonboomgers and Hashiriyan intensified, Ishiro investigates the suspicious movements happening behind the scenes of the ISA's Division Director, Tokoyari Eiichiro. He's then confronted by Sutea, a former fellow spy, who received the request from someone else. The fact that someone associated with him was opposing the Boonboomgers, and that the tracking device attached to Sutea was found broken must have cast a dark shadow over Ishiro's mind.

With the current situation of enemies on Earth operating with secret techniques, Ishiro's spy skills gained from living in the underground are sure to be of great help to the Boonboomgers. Don't take your eyes off the Informant's future movements!

-I'll never doubt Taiya-

"Over the course of the year, Ishiro's come to show a variety of expressions."

Hayama: When filming first started, I kept a certain amount of distance from everyone else except for Taiya, often times because the Director asked me to do so. Lately, there have been more situations where he works as a pair with someone, the expression of my lines in the scripts have become softer, and his overall rough vibes have relaxed. I think he now trusts everyone else as his friends, though not as much as Taiya, but I think his participation in the BBG has changed into a goal for the six of them to achieve together. I think that's how comfortable of a "place" Boonboomger has become in his mind.

"What's one thing you consider to be important when playing the role of Ishiro?"

Hayama: Since the start of filming, I've been dedicated to carefully expressing his sense of distance from people. I'm conscious of keeping his distance from anyone he encounters for the first time, and I also put importance on his habit of folding his arms as an expression of being on high alert. This is just something I personally obsess over, but as an indication of him getting closer to a character, I've been challenging myself to change my tone of voice when speaking. He usually speaks slowly, but for those he's comfortable with, while not much faster, he does change his talking speed, and from the very beginning, I was able to create that distinction between Taiya and the others. I've also been slowly working towards breaking his habit of folding his arms, as I've been trying to avoid doing it right away.

"On the flip side, is there anything you became more conscious of over the course of filming?"

Hayama: It was depicted in episode 6, but in the beginning, I didn't know he had a hot blooded side to him (laughs). I took that into consideration and changed my direction to playing someone who's trying his best to be cool. I was conscious of making him look cool in the way he stood and the way he spoke. Also, Ishiro's past, which was revealed in episode 14, was a very important point for me. I don't think normal people would see fish at an aquarium, cry, and be like, "Uwah, they're all living their lives to the fullest," nor would their body and minds be driven to such an point. No matter how cheerful he gets, I keep in mind that there's a depressing back story at the root of him being like that. I was also extremely nervous about the part before entering the aquarium, where he walks around looking unwell, as I thought, "If I mess up here, Ishiro will be ruined forever." I remember very well how scared I was to go to that shoot.

"It meant just as much to Hayama-san as it did to Ishiro, huh? Please tell us what you value when expressing your relationship with Taiya."

Hayama: To never doubt. When I read the scripts for the episodes we're currently filming just once or twice, there are quite a few parts of his interactions with Taiya that left me thinking, "?" When this happens, without fail, I always remember the words Director Nakazawa Shojiro said to me in the beginning, that being, "He trusts Taiya 100%." As depicted in episode 37, despite the fact that Ishiro and Taiya were acting separately, they knew what the other was going to do. Sometimes I have to forcibly convince myself about parts like that (laughs), but I read my lines with the intention of never doubting Taiya no matter what, and I also try to express this through my acting.

"Taiya said, I can tell what Chasshiro's thinking through his eyes."

Hayama: It almost felt like cheating (laughs). When Haruhi and I read the script, we were like, "How can he tell by looking into his eyes?" (laughs). Still, I once again found myself thinking that the words Director Nakazawa said to me weren't wrong.

"In episode 37, the main focus wasn't only his bond with Taiya, but also the appearance of Sutea, a fellow spy."

Hayama: I interpret Sutea as someone who, even in the darkest moments of Ishiro's life, made him see the light, or rather, someone he had a few cranked up moments with. If they had just been on the same mission once or twice, they wouldn't have a relationship where they called each other by their names. At the end of the episode, Ishiro restrains Sutea, but she manages to escape after that. I'm sure it was a sort of "you've lost" restraint, and that in Ishiro's mind, Sutea was the one opponent who could do that (escape).

"What was the most memorable scene involving Sutea?"

Hayama: Before the exchange between Ishiro and Sutea, they had to film the scene where Sutea watches the Robo fight after she frees herself from her restraints, and Director Hayama Koichiro allowed me to observe the scene in order to study. The way Sutea said "Ishiro" sounded alittle sad, which made me imagine that the relationship between the two wasn't just as friends, although I wouldn't say it went as far as love. In the scene where Ishiro leaves after restraining Sutea, the footage was shot from a wide angle, so it didn't show the scene clearly, but when he walked away, Sutea looked sad, as if she was about to start crying. At that time, I was happy to feel that Sutea's Naito-san and I were thinking the same thing about the relationship between Ishiro and Sutea. I've learned alot from Naito-san's performance, and I hope to work with her again someday.

-Ishiro's range that we both created-

"Episode 37 had alot of untransformed action scenes, but both Ishiro vs Sutea, and Taiya vs the fake Ishiro were great because they were fast paced."

Hayama: Asai Kosuke-san, who normally performs as a Suit Actor, was my stand in for the more dangerous scenes, but I wanted to do as much as I could on my own, so I performed most of the scenes myself. I had struggled alot in the previous boxing story (episode 29) that involved untransformed action, so to be honest, I was anxious before the shoot. Furthermore, this time, Ishiro and the fake had two different "hands" (choreography for the sword fight and fighting while moving), so things were already pretty chaotic because of that.

"Sutea's Naito-san is good at action, so there'd be alot of pressure when performing with her."

Hayama: That's true, the speed at which Naito-san learns is amazing! She did all her actions without a stand in, so for me, she's like an almighty being (laughs). For the part where I was facing off against Sutea……I can't really say that I was keeping up with Naito-san, but I had to make it look like we were neck and neck with each other, so it was also tough mentally. Ishiro's a combat specialist, so If I moved too slowly because "action isn't my strong point," that wouldn't be Ishiro Meita. I'd just be Hayama Yuki cosplaying as Ishiro. So, for the scene with Sutea, I had Naito-san practice the same moves with me multiple times, and by taking advantage of the gaps in filming time, I was able to film them. BoonBlue's Suit Actor Yoneoka Takahiro-kun was by my side the whole time we filmed the action in this episode. Just having him nearby made me feel safe, and he also gave me advice like, "Maybe you should do it more like this?," which really helped me out.

"Yoneoka-san is like a partner to Hayama-san."

Hayama: Yes, when a new script comes in, I discuss it with Takahiro-kun by saying, "What should we do here?" and since we're also close in age, we go out for meals in our private time. When it comes to the performance, we both trust and leave everything to each other. Takahiro-kun sometimes does things that he's never done before, and I sometimes hear him say, "Sorry Yuki-kun, I might've been too playful," but he never goes beyond the role of Ishiro. Instead, it's fun to find out that "this kind of Ishiro is possible," and I sometimes wonder if it's "okay for me to be alittle more playful."

"What's one of the most memorable scenes featuring BoonBlue's performance?"

Hayama: In the baseball episode (episode 23), Takahiro-kun said "You may have overdid it alittle," and to be honest, my roll call sounded really silly (laughs), but I was able to use my voice surprisingly easily during the post recording. I was able to reaffirm that Takahiro-kun and I have the same image of Ishiro. From there, I came up with the idea that "maybe Ishiro likes sports," and "If he enjoys doing things with everyone, he must be feeling very comfortable right now." We even found a way to screw around that would connect to episode 41's soccer episode (laughs). It's fun for the two of us to play Ishiro, it really is. I'm glad that Takahiro-kun is BoonBlue.

"Finally, please tell us what some future highlights to look out for in regards to Ishiro."

Hayama: I think that going forward, Ishiro will be faced with more and more situations, ones where you'll want to say, "What are you doing?" But I hope that you won't stop here, and it'd make me happy if you could rewatch episodes again, all while imagining what he's thinking and feeling as you watch. _

Q: What's your favorite manga/anime?

When I was in my fourth or fifth year of elementary school, my father recommended "SLAM DUNK" to me, saying, "This is a manga that teaches you about morality and what makes humans so cool." At first, I watched the anime, where I thought Mitsui Hisashi was just the coolest! I liked Mitsui so much, that I actually started playing basketball. In the end, I didn't become a shooting guard. I went to see "THE FIRST SLAM DUNK" five times because the sounds of basketball in the movie theater was too good (laughs). (-Hayama) _

Emotional Record

Family of Spies Ishiro's parents were also spies. He once said, "I was trained in all kinds of fighting techniques from a young age," suggesting that he had a tough experience as a spy.

Memories In the past, when he was exhausted from his duties, he happened to visit an aquarium that saved his life. He's still attached to the aquarium, so much so that he bought an annual pass.

Fateful Encounter Ishiro is hired by Tokoyari of the ISA and breaks into Taiya's house to find out Bundorio's true identity. Taiya discovers him, but since he was impressed by his ability to break through all the electronic security systems, they become friends.

Becoming No.2 Ishiro becomes Boonboomger's Informant. He was strict with the members, such as being against Mira joining, and tailing Jou out of suspicion, but he began to trust them as they worked together.

Doubting Tokoyari Ishiro is asked by Tokoyari to carry out a top secret mission. The task was to retrieve the Hashiriyan key, known as an Ignition Key, from the Aori family. This incident caused Ishiro to become suspicious of Tokoyari.

Spy vs Spy Sutea uses the power of Camera Grumer to create a fake Ishiro and tries to destroy the system related to Boonboomgers. Ishiro and Sutea, and Taiya and the fake Ishiro face off against each other, with our heroes being victorious.

[impala124]

Bad Buddy Ep 4

My thoughts on Ep 1 | Ep 2 | Ep 3

Me, at the end of this episode:

Yeah, things are definitely moving along. Here we go:

Wai and Korn definitely seem to have some personal issues they need to deal with. It seems to be more than just about their faculties being all-time rivals. They are always the instigators in all their fights. Very suspicious.

The shared history between Pat, Pran, and Ink is very interesting. Can't say that my heart didn't break for Pran at times, though.

God, the married couple bickering while they were searching for Pran's earphones was just everything.

Not the fucking flashback. I'm not okay.

Pat, your oblivious ass could've just informed Pran that you wouldn't be able to come to the bus stop project that evening, especially when he reminded you of it via text. It's common courtesy, you damn puppy. If it seems like I'm being harsh on Pat, I'm sorry, but Pran being hurt or blindsided doesn't sit right with me.

Pat has feelings for Ink? Okay, cool. Why not? She seems like a nice girl. Pa might be the best sister ever. Every time she looks at Pat, I think of the proverb, "You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink." She's a PatPran shipper at heart but knows that they have to realize it for themselves.

Like I said, Pat is a charmer. He saw her the previous day and went digging to find the bracelet she made for him years ago. Crush confirmed. I'm hurting for Pran, though. Thank God he excused himself from there.

Back with my Pat is just a lost puppy following Pran around agenda because, as far as I can recall, Pran didn't order fried chicken or anything. He left when Ink asked him what he wanted to eat.

Excuse me, but what did I do to deserve this domesticity? The ointment application and the makeup removal. I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. If I had your dimples, would I be as cute as you? STAHP IT!!

Ink, girl, what's your game here? Are you flirting with Pran??!! Wouldn't blame you, but I just want to know.

Wow, Pran is looking at Pat, who's smiling at Ink laughing. My boy Pran is already in physical pain; why are you subjecting him to emotional pain too?

Korn is definitely on my shit list now; he better watch his back. You can't hurt Pran and expect to walk away scot-free. Not on my watch. Now, something about Wai coming between Pat and Pran isn't sitting right with me. Maybe he's just being a little protective because Pran is hurt. We'll see.

So, Ink is just giving away those bracelets? I've got bad news for you, Pat. Pran asking Ink directly if she likes Pat is my 1597th reason to love him. She doesn't. Man, but the face Pran made when she asked if he was interested in her was just incredible. Janice, HE'S GAY. Oh no, Pat saw their interaction and cue sad face.

SLEEPOVER TIME!! Pat likes Ink, and Pran doesn't. Good that it's all out in the open. However, it's very interesting that Pran doesn't tell Pat that Ink only sees him as a friend. Maybe he feels like it's not his place to let him know.

"If you were her, would you like me?" Well, pierce a knife through my heart and twist it. Why don't you? I'm sure it would hurt less. Pran doesn't give a direct answer. Are those fucking tears in Pran's eyes? I'm unwell.

Something that's in the back of my mind is how well Pat and Pran act as character foils to each other. There is something very childish about Pat and too mature about Pran. Pat needs to care about his friends actions and the repercussions from their actions, and Pran needs to learn and accept that he isn't responsible for other people's actions.

Thoughts on Pat's bisexuality

Not to harp on my hating on Pat's dad train, but I'm sure being bisexual is something Pat never considered. Pat's dad seems to subscribe to a very narrow view of masculinity, and I'm sure he must have imbibed it onto Pat too. Sure, Pat made jokes with Pran about being his wife or boyfriend, but that's all it was: a joke. Seeing Pran as a romantic partner has never even crossed his mind.

Tagging the usual suspects: @shortpplfedup, @incandescentflower, @starryalpacasstuff, @7nessasaryevils, @greenteadumplings, @grapejuicegay, @madworld-bbs, @usodeshou. If anyone wishes to be tagged in the future, let me know.

[el-cabroncito]

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