#daisuke tuesday

[tomorrows2top]

🍜 DAISUKE TUESDAY RETURNS 🍜

I just miss Daisuke Tuesdays so I revamped it and made it easier to participate.

And yes, I can reveal it now this whole idea started when I saw a translator's sub of the now-deleted sneak peak footage from 02TB from the DigiFes 2022 event (which also was streamed online and people recorded it btw)

So, "Daisuke Tuesday" began as something silly I saw and then friends enabled me, and helped with some stuff. (because they know i deeply love this boyo for a whole decade lol)

If you watched the movie, you may be aware that every Tuesday Daisuke is allowed to run his own small business -- Motomiya Ramen -- at Yamatoya Ramen. This is also developed further in the Drama CD track 1, which takes place prior to 02TB movie events.

🍜How to Join:

Make a post sharing Daisuke & V-mon love

Tag it as #DaisukeTuesday ( also #火曜日は大輔の日 )

🍜Some easy guidelines, please follow them:

No negative/bashful/hateful content is allowed

Content must be yours, do not steal/trace other people's works

You can post old stuff if you would like to!!

Do not send hate to the other in the tag if you disagree w/ them

Ships are allowed, but please no hate on ships you don't like/ship

Tag spoilers for THE BEGINNING if any!!

⚠KEEP EVERYTHING SAFE FOR WORK⚠

⚠NO AI ALLOWED, ONLY HUMAN WORKS⚠

You don't need to participate every Tuesday, just only on the Tuesdays you're available/free!!

💙 Most importantly: Have FUN & share Daisuke LOVE!! 💙

[digitalgate02]

HAPPY DAISUKE KAISER TUESDAY!!

[neorukixart]

Bet Daisuke practices poses for when he gets interviewed :3c

[teddybearty]

Using an Oral Hygiene Product 💀

[digimon02goofs]

[satoruhour]

i need jealous racer geto hes js so whudurieiw and the way u write about himm🤭🤭

LUVRGIRL

a/n: eeuuughh idk whether to like this or not but enjoy nonetheless !!! not so much of racing but the sentiment is there lol. previous part (lloromannic) here / @screampied @kizoken @t4kio @redskyvenus @mysugu @suguruplsr @slttygeto ✶

wc: 6.3k

warnings: racer!geto, soft dom!geto, fem!reader, sprinkle of fluff, pet names, praise, ldr, phone sex, masturbation (both f and m), fantasising, daisuke is being annoying again!!!!, sorta jealousy plot point, brief dry humping, oral (f! receiving) / cunnilingus, clit stimulation, fingering, unprotected p -> v sex, breeding / creampie kink, implied multiple rounds, n*sfw under the cut

the next six months were torture, indefinitely. it was an endless heap of assignments, of deadlines, of long-distance calls with your love that you both were so close to booking flights of your own. university was brutal, too. on top of tuition fees and getting the materials for your classes, it was heart-wrenching to even look at the prices of the flights from your country to japan, so you bit down your pride and subjected yourself to settling for the long-distance arrangement.

“hey, baby,” geto mumbles sleepily and your frown deepens upon forgetting that tuesdays was where he slept early. you still had to call, though, but you realise it too late when he answers with that groggy, raspy voice of his. there’s some ruffling behind the call, no doubt the sounds of his bedsheets as he gets himself comfortable while you huddle at the small nook of your room that’s next to the window.

from here you can see the sun setting, a totally different story in japan where you can hear geto yawn and down a glass of water next to his bed.

“shit . . sorry su, i forgot—”

he scrambles to reassure you, awake and sat up, “no! no— no, it’s okay . .” you wince when you hear him yawn yet again, but this time he sounds a little more in the realm of consciousness. you’re unaware of the smile forming on his face just from hearing your voice, fidgety fingers squeezing and releasing the duvet over him, “what are you up to, my love?”

you hum into the phone and you’ve never wanted to backpack across the seven seas to see someone so bad before. now on month nine, your excitement’s become even more prominent at wanting to end the semester as soon as possible, willing your lips not to mutter out the arrangement you’ve been planning with his group of friends.

“just needed a break from studying for finals. i’m dying,” you lament over the line and your heart flutters at his chuckle, something you miss against your ears and skin immensely, “just wish you were here . .”

“yeah?” and you have to squeeze your eyes shut and rub your thighs together at the soft, rough yeah he mumbles out. you can imagine it too: sitting against his headboard half-naked while the duvet pools around his waist area. he’s sitting there like plaster sculpted by Monti while his hair flows around him. you almost squeal and your boyfriend only catches just the start of it.

“what? what was that?” he asks and your hand is clasped so hard over your mouth like a captor’s got your hostage, but you only let out a breath.

“n-nothing,” you laugh, picking yourself up from the nook and getting yourself comfortable in bed. it’s been a long day of studying, anyway, and your next exam isn’t until five days later. you could afford some downtime, right?

“but,” you sigh, turning on your side and sneakily slipping a hand into your pants, “my day’s boring. it’s all studyin’. why don’t you tell me what you did today, instead?” you can hear your parents already preparing dinner outside, but you press on and try to drain out the intrusive noises of cutlery and porcelain and the incessant calls of your mom to your dad for some help on the stove. 

“alright,” he drags the word out and laughs again, getting comfortable in his bed just like you do, but your end goals are entirely different, “but it is pretty boring as well. it was maintenance day today.”

“oh!” you remember him briefly mentioning that the other day — since halloween was approaching, there was bound to be more patrolling policemen around the streets and underground, so races had to be put on hold for the meantime. there was still other more secluded areas to race, but geto didn’t want to risk his Mazda being taken away nor for a stain to appear on his clean academic record.

“changing the crankshaft? i know the old one was giving you loads of trouble,” you mumble, feeling your cunt pulse and throb from the breathing you can hear over the line, “among . . other things.”

“yeah, my baby’s so smart for remembering, huh?” he praises, continuing to go on about his day. while it was merely taking-care-of-his-car day, it was still way more eventful than yours. he had went on a solo day out to your beloved café to relish in the good times, he had hung out with gojo for a while and drank some beer atop the mountain they frequented, even went out for some arcade fun.

“unfortunately—” geto’s low voice spurs you on. you’ve been lazily rubbing at your pussy, just humming into the phone while you only descend more and more into pleasure, “it’s taken a hole out of my allowance, i guess. my dad’s more generous with the parts that he gives me but at the same time i feel like he knows what i’m doing underground.”

he laughs and you fake a giggle, but your breaths are starting to get heavier with each sentence he utters, mind filling with flashbacks of how many ways he’s bent you over to fuck you, drunk on the phantom-like winds upon your ear that sound like he’s whispering all those filthy things to you. “and . . just missin’ my girl.”

“how’ve you been, baby?” he asks with a low voice, like he knows what you’re doing and the term of possession only has you sucking in a breath, fingers slip inside you after possibly a decade of teasing and you find it hard to answer. “darling?”

“y-yeah, ’m still here,” you pant out, afraid of being caught, but your voice quivers enough just for geto to catch on to what you were up to. he didn’t fault you, though (he never blames his girl), but there is a small smirk that forms on his face. he purposely lowers his voice even more, if it was possible, mirroring and mimicking your breathy tone when talking to him.

but with one hand that goes down to his pelvis, he doesn’t have to mimic you at all, hand palming languidly at his bulge. in the dead of the night, there wasn’t much need to keep his voice down in order to hear the pretty moans falling from your mouth; he does anyway.

it’s too shitty of a reception especially with your nokia’s, so he hears the artificial, metallic-like voice coming from his phone, but your sounds are just too lovely, transcending the robotic-ness of a phone call. and it’s like you’re actually there, smiling mischievously at him while stroking his cock and teasing him the way he liked to be teased.

“s-sugu?” you mumble, mind heading into the extremes and confident now that he’s just weirded out and silent, but it’s anything but that.

“yes, baby?” he hums, smiling to himself when he hears rustling over the phone and he can imagine you lifting your hips to remove your panties, tossing it somewhere across the room. “wanna tell me what you’re doin’?” 

you suck in a breath — so he knows — but suguru always knows everything so you’re whining into the receiver, pleasantly surprised when he replies with a deep groan that only makes you clench around nothing.

“that’s right . .” he drawls and you hear a soft thud over the line, and now you’re the one quieting your movements just to hear your boyfriend, the faint shlick shlick sounds of his hand along his cock. geto gasps when he squeezes his tip just like how you do it, pre-cum starting to leak. “need you h-here, doll . .”

you mewl softly and start the hand on your clit again, abandoning the tight hold around your phone just so you can use the other to slip your fingers into your warm cunt. it doesn’t even compare to the thickness and length of geto’s dick, but you have to work with what you have. with head turned toward the speaker, your boyfriend has gone non-verbal, too, moaning like a slut into the receiver.

“suguru, i’m— please . .” you whine softly, hips bucking into your hands, “doesn’t feel as g— good.”

geto coos inwardly at your needy voice, mouth falling open at his rock hard cock. it’s so hard that it hurts, left to merely fuck his fleshlight whenever he could and use his hand on other days. he missed your sweet fucking pussy so, so much, just picturing your beautiful arched back that lifts off the sheets and your shaking thighs. he imagines your perfect pout on your face as you finger yourself, unsatisfied, obviously, begging him with tugs to his hands and his eyes flutter close.

“i know, baby, and ’m sorry,” he mumbles, taking the nokia from his ear to put it right up to his relentless pumping and you swallow, the slick, wet sounds more clear now. “but you hear what ya do t’me, don’t you?”

“mhm . .” you trail off, thinking of his fat cock impaling you instead, and you follow his actions to a T, bringing it right to your sopping cunt and geto has to scrunch his already shut eyes just to wish that his hand was your pussy. your hand is getting tired, he’s sure, but you finger yourself so prettily his hand easily speeds up, giving his shaft periodic squeezes.

“so wet, suguu . .” you drag out his name, already feeling your high approach soon, but you want the both of you to cum together. “i miss you stretchin’ me out . .” a hiss from suguru, “i miss your cum spilling out of me.”

that has geto choking out a whine, “f—fuck, sweetheart, don’t say that. i do miss g-giving you all of my cum—”

the filthiness of everything contributes to all your senses, parents omitted from memory, your finals at the back of your mind and only focusing on the envelope that resides on your bedside table containing a plane ticket. in one week you’d be able to see him again — a sweet treat given to you by gojo and nanami with their combined expenses.

you didn’t even know how you could thank them and while nanami waves you off for any payback, gojo did say you could treat him to anything in that café. it was difficult not to be excited, a louder whine drawn from your throat again and he laughs breathlessly, voice down low and distraught.

“any particular reason w-why my girl’s so needy lately—?”

geto basically chokes out his question while you shake your head until you remember that he can’t see you, answering with a broken “no”.

you resist the urge to spill on the exact reason — your mind spiralling from the anticipation of meeting him, the many, many lewd memories you’ve made over six months, his just-woken-up voice — because he’d never let you live it down.

“c-close, suguru—” your thighs are squeezed tight around your tired hand, sensitive from the immense overstimulation, “’m g’nna cum soon—!”

“me too, my love,” geto’s eyes are back open, trained on his cock and watching the sheer neediness shown in his weeping tip and bucking hips. he needs this, he needs you, and once you’re submitting your final paper, he’s sure to look at flights right to your doorstep.

“i’m c—” you’re whining out, body totally turned over and lying on your stomach as you chase your high, fuelled by the deep guttural groans of your boyfriend. your lips and mind are only filled with suguru, suguru, suguru, not even caring that your sheets are soaked and your fingers are cramping.

“baby, baby, baaaby . . s—shit—” geto reaches his release first, mind filled with replenished memories of your tight pussy hugging his cock, spurts of white spilling all over himself with a loud groan and you’re left to listen out for the desperate sounds of your boyfriend miles away, lengthening his climax as he continues to pump himself. “cum all over your fingers, doll . .”

suguru coaxes in that sweet voice of his, mumbling deep into the phone only for you. “doing so, so good, aren’t ya?” the quietness on his end, the slow lazy stroking of his hand again, and you’re cumming all over your fingers, eyes blown wide from the orgasm that he talks you through while you ride it out on your mediocre fingers. your mouth is stained with endless profanities and moans mixed with geto’s name, muffled by the bedsheets you’re so harshly biting into to prevent any loud, unbecoming sounds.

“that good?” he asks with a laugh, yawning yet again and you feel guilty again—

“i’m sorry, s—”

“no. don’t, doll, don’t apologise,” suguru brushes his thumb over his thigh, partially wiping off the cum and partially hoping he can relax the furrow of your brow like he always does. “you’re frowning and your shoulders are up, probably, relax . .”

you sigh, another thing that geto values a lot and has taught to you; deep breaths and untensing all parts of your body.

“good girl, was that good?”

“the phone sex or the deep breaths?”

geto grins. god, he missed you so fucking much — “both.”

“both was very good, thank you very much,” you giggle, not paying much mind to the way you remove your fingers from your cunt, turning over to the bedside table to take some tissues, “although the sex was a little better.”

“aw, no wins for the intense, groundbreaking, spirit-calming deep breaths?”

you shake your head (you’ve got to stop doing that), “ehh . . it was alright.”

geto’s reluctant sleepiness grants you a few more minutes together, his words starting to slur more and more the longer you were on the line, but you can’t say you don’t enjoy it. with fatigue came the words laced with unhindered affection, murmuring softly about hoping to see you soon, to feel you, to kiss you, and you expressed the same sentiment back to him.

the other switches the output to speaker, wanting to take in the messily taken profile pic he set your contact with. a blurred, blinding smile with his face squished against yours; a little below the two of you, berry and cherry clutched within your palms, doing the same. “can my girl do her best for her finals?”

“i can’t promise the best, but i’ll try . . okay?”

geto hums, a soft smile on his face. he’s cleaned up by now, new sweatpants on and duvet pulled right to his neck while he stares at your face, the pixels of the nokia never diluting your beauty.

“attagirl. have a good dinner, lovergirl.”

that knocks some breath out of you, and you grin like a schoolgirl.

“have a goodnight’s sleep, loverboy.”

you bounce on your heels impatiently when the plane finally lands, waiting for the throngs of people on the flight to leave through the bridge, but it’s taking ages, speed walking once you’re out. you wanted to be the first at the luggage conveyor belt, you needed to be the first passenger of your flight to be out of the arrival doors.

without the rush of the people and the striking colours of your boyfriend’s friends’ hair colours, it wasn’t too difficult to run up to them for a big hug.

“(y/n)~!” gojo drags out your name, waving you over excitedly and bringing the both of you into a group hug. nanami is adamant on being the ever broody racer, but you catch the ghost of a smile when he wraps a careful arm around your shoulders.

“how was the flight, (y/n)?” the blonde’s firm but concerned voice cuts through the chaos of the white-haired man.

“don’t ask lame questions like thaaaat, nanami! you’ll just bore me—” and a resounding smack! is then heard, and gojo’s clutching the back of his head in pain, the other taking the opportunity to lead you away from gojo’s antics and offering to help with your luggages. without words, nanami already feels your nervousness, patting your back in solidarity.

“hey— hey! oi!”

gojo slams the door to his car. “okay, we’ve painstakingly tried to hold suguru back whenever he was about to book flights—” gojo mentions in the car on the ride there, taking way too quick turns for your liking with your luggage going to town in the trunk. its thumps against the roof and sides always seem to interrupt the conversation with the white-haired man, but he seemed too much in a hurry to care. “think it was almost eight separate times!”

“thank you— ah!” you almost lurch forward at the amber light, but gojo decided at the last minute that he was just going to run it — braking then speeding it up all over again.

“you know, for a racer, you’re a terrible civilian driver . .” you groan once you reach the mouth of the familiar car park that you frequented in your six months in japan, but now that gojo’s easily manoeuvres the car to a slow, the adrenaline of the fast drive changes into something of dread, of a dizzying feeling.

what if suguru didn’t want to see you anymore? what if he already booked himself a flight and was nowhere to be found? what if he’s cheat—

your hands are clammy, not even present to how gojo calls out from you from the driver’s seat. cautiously, he’s putting a hand on your shoulder (because god forbid gojo touched anything of suguru’s, both Mazda and girlfriend), and shaking you out of your daze.

you catch glimpses of his sentences: “all  . . talks about . . trust . . no girl has . .” but you stop his rambling with frantic slaps to his shoulder. you know you shouldn’t be jumping to conclusions but it’s hard not to when the scene is clear as day. suguru is never one to cheat — from the six months you’ve known him, from the many calls and check-ins the two of you do over the line.

defying time zones, fighting fatigue . . for this?

but you know better to list your lover as the instigator, especially from how this other girl was just hovering all over his Mazda, sticking her ass out and trailing her hand all over his finishing. that was one thing — but geto isn’t making any move to shove her off, only looking at her through hooded lids that could definitely drive anyone off. she wasn’t affected, though.

you’re not listening to gojo even when you step out of the car, already used to the curious eyes that rake over you and your figure — curiosity turns into recognition and then shock when they see how your boyfriend acts, but before you can actually make your way toward them, another man sidles up to you.

oh my god, it’s daisuke. you sigh loudly, knowing how gojo had dealt with him before and how much of an asshole he is, but all he does is look you up and down, not giving one fuck to how the subject of his embarrassment was sitting right in the driver’s seat.

“hey, babygirl.” you want to vomit from that one greeting alone, but you try not to pay him much mind. “what’s a pretty lady like you doin’ out here?”

“don’t your sorry ass have a girlfriend?” daisuke doesn’t even begin to digest the insult, and you think that he’s a masochist with how much he sets himself up for getting insulted, but then the girl’s eyes meet yours — she’s in his pictures, she’s in his wallet, you’ve seen her when this loser beside you blatantly brags about his girl. you’d feel sorry for her but it seems she’s as stupid as him.

they’re exactly that — realising you just walked yourself into one big jealousy scheme planned by the biggest jokers of the underground racing scene, your suspicions are confirmed when his eyes are also locked on his girlfriend with your boyfriend of all people, making sure she sees that he’s all up in your space. she’s doing the same, but when she actually tries to touch him is when geto finally does something, and the jealous burn in your heart quells a bit.

geto’s too smart to be mingling around with her, you hope, when you hear him mutter something to her and you smile to yourself when she cowers under his stare and words.

“you touch my fuckin’ car one more time and i’m sure to drive both you and your loser boyfriend, out of here forever. you can take your clown asses to another parking lot and race there and then i won’t have to see your faces any more,” his hold around his wrist isn’t harsh, but it is firm, and he prevents her from leaving until she gets his message, “plus i have a girl i’m obsessed with. take your lame jealous charade somewhere else and maybe go to couples’ therapy. you two clearly need it.”

and when she looks at you again — you think it’s how your identity settles in her mind — she yelps and finally runs away at the daggers you give, not even sparing a glance to daisuke who’s carefully scooching closer to you. but just as he tries to wrap his arm around your waist, your eyes catch suguru’s.

his eyes soften for just a moment; it was just like the café. his palms turn sweaty and he feels like he could collapse — but now you’re looking just a little different. he wasn’t sure if it was because of your hair or the tiredness from exams, but you’re still as stunning as the day he led you out of the parking lot.

geto cannot resist giving you a big grin, but it quickly fades when his gaze falls on daisuke beside you and a scowl appears. and while your body’s already distancing yourself from the man’s crusty ass lips, you feel a throb go right down to your core when the same annoyed glower forms across his features: eyebrows pulled taut, long strides, muscles bulging in the wifebeater he’s got on.

six months away from your man has clearly done things to you.

with one smooth swoop, geto has you pulled flush against him, not even looking as he uses his free hand to grab at daisuke’s neckline before he leans in to kiss you. it’s admittedly a little embarrassing, cause your body reacts so readily to him, tits pressed against his chest while your fingers tangle themselves in his long hair. he tastes like cigarettes and cherries like always and you moan softly into his mouth when his hands wander right down to your ass to give it a squeeze.

“satoru’s not very good at hiding secrets, unfortunately,” geto spills and you pout, surprise ruined by the loud mouth of his friend, but before he gives you his undivided attention, he tugs daisuke closer, roughly. “but that don’t mean i ain’t happy to see ya, baby.”

geto laughs at your flustered state, until his expression darkens again — “you have a lot of nerve touching my girl.”

“I—i didn’t! she was basically begging for me to touch her.”

“don’t you—”

“p-plus! my girl was all up over you too, so i thought i’d give her a little lovin’—”

geto almost smashes his jaw in. either way, he lands a clean punch to his face that has daisuke writhing on the floor, clutching his mouth in pain but that doesn’t deter daisuke one bit who sits up . . and then is immediately beaten down again with a boot to his chest. your boyfriend leans down and looks him straight in the eye.

“i’m cancelling my race just so i can make my girl scream my name loud enough for you, because you could never fuck her or anyone that good with your shit dick game,” geto scoffs, “and forget girls, you can’t even win enough races to rise up the ranks. you’ve embarrassed yourself enough, don’t you think?”

suguru doesn’t bother waiting for an answer, only ushering you toward his Mazda parked in the familiar corner, easily shooting a text to gojo to cancel the race as he mentioned just so he could . .

with windows down, you relish again in the tokyo night air, the hand that you miss so much on your thigh, the alluring voice he’s speaking to you in, the beauty of geto suguru. everything looked the same since you left, from the photos he’s put up on the dashboard, the berry keychain hanging from the rear view mirror, the outer orange coating of his car.

“i—”

“i’m sorry, my love,” suguru leaps forward to apologise, stopping the car abruptly. you’ve already reached your destination but, it seems he wants to say something first.

“why are you apologising?”

he frowns, bringing his hand to cradle your cheek. easily, you’re leaning into the touch, closing your eyes. “for ruining the surprise, for that stupid fight with daisuke, for letting my emotions take over.”

you mirror him, features also deepening in somberness. “you didn’t do anything — if anything, you were a victim of his girlfriend too. but . . seeing her be all over you, made me think the worst after not seeing you for six months.”

geto’s eyes soften yet again (he simply can’t help it around you), using both hands to hold you, now, and you float into his arms like a feather, like he’s in command. you let him guide you into the driver’s seat, faces so close and just hoping to touch after so many months apart.

“i . . i love you,” he swallows, brushing the hair from your face. you find that he’s shaking and breathing so heavily you’d think he was hyperventilating, but he gathers courage on a deep breath and continues, “i have since you left. right after, i went home to cry.”

“oh . .” your lip juts out, eyebrows downturned and eyes filling just a little, “oh, sugu . .”

“i just have always wanted to say it, i guess,” he chuckles, sniffling to hide his true emotions, “i just didn’t know whether i should say it over the phone where it would sound cheap; b-but, you don’t have to say it back, of course—”

you smile through tears, pressing a peck to his forehead in gratitude, “it wouldn’t sound like it to me, but i appreciate you waiting until i returned,” geto relishes in your lips upon his skin again, and he doesn’t think he could survive another day, another minute, another second without you, “i have, too, but i’m not sure when. it definitely includes the time you set alarms to wake me up for exams, though.”

he laughs freely at the memory now, of alarms interrupting his dinners and his parents asking “another call?”, but they let him do whatever, happy to hear their boy joking and laughing over the call with his mystery partner. you giggle, using your thumbs to wipe away the tears that did fall, letting the interior fluorescent light of the Mazda illuminate the features you love so much, all belonging to the man you pined over from many miles away.

“i love you too, suguru — stumbling into that random car park was the best thing i’ve ever done.”

“well, it might’ve not turned out as well if some other group had gotten to you first,” his thumb plays with your bottom lip and brings you to him, “’m just glad i got to ya in time . .”

“yeah? what if you didn’t at all?”

“then i would’ve made sure i’d find you in any way that i can, even if i had to beat up a thousand daisukes.”

that makes you giggle at little, a sliver of eye contact shared with your lover before he engulfs you in a rough kiss and your moan reaches the heavens, body so sensitive from being away from his touch that you jolt when he wraps an arm around your waist. 

“relax, baby,” geto chuckles, speaking against your lips, “take it slow.”

“but i don’t wanna . .” you whine softly, clinging to him in surprise when he pulls a lever next to his seat and the backrest falls all the way down.

“ah!” you grin, “new mod?”

suguru barks out in laughter, “ya caught me. i got it modified yesterday.”

“so you could do dirty things like this?”

he rolls his eyes with a blinding smile, just so, so happy he’s got you back in his arms again, “exactly that.”

the other willingly shows you just what the modification can take, both hands spread out on your ass and pulling you onto his crotch. your core already feels the half-hard bulge under him, using your hips to grind down even more along him. everything feels like too much, after so long away from him that you already feel your high approaching from simply grinding your clit against him and he teases.

“you g’nna cum, already?” he grins slyly, suddenly moving his hips to meet yours that has a broken mewl leaving your throat.

“b—been too long away from you . .” you admit a little sheepishly, using his shirt as an anchor while you continue to grind your cunt into his front, only your panties and his trousers separating the contact of skin. but with how your body jerks in pleasure, you’d think there was nothing between the both of you. “i need you, quick.”

geto says nothing but help you with small pants, the backlighting from the headlines accentuating your figure so nicely that he grunts out your name in between swears, soon stuttering your syllables once he feels you still on his lap with arched back and throbbing cunt. he can feel you, feel you squeezing around him even when he wasn’t in you.

“guess your fingers were pretty crap, h-huh?” massaging your sides, you hum in disapproval at his cheeky smirk, hoping to change that when he lets you do whatever: you pull him up by his shirt and open the door to his car, pushing at him to get out. you don’t day anything and he already knows what you want when you spread your legs, biting his lip at the wet patch on the pretty set you decided to don.

and even with witnessing this sight over and over, you’re never used to the way geto worships you, reveres you, when he kneels down on straight gravel. he doesn’t care if his pants are littered with small specks of dust and dirt, whether he knees start to hurt, but he only has his eyes set on your alluring cunt, finger delicate when he pulls your panties to the side but just brutal when his mouth meets your clit.

“su— s-shit—!” is all you can manage, hearing the other breathe through his nose once his mouth latches on your pussy. it’s something that he hasn’t tasted since long ago, and he’d be damned to let you go again, so he takes the opportunity to savour your arousal, switching between flicking and sucking on your clit like a starved man.

“she tastes so fuckin’ good hmmff—” his eyes meet yours and he feels you squeeze around nothing, making a show of letting you watch how his tongue circles your bud, down to your hole and up again, slurping up your juices sloppily. “i hope this pussy’s missed me as much as i missed her, yeah?”

“y-yeah . .” you moan out softly, legs moving apart more to get more of him, pelvis humping against his face so much that he has to hold it down with a hand. your pre is dripping all over his leather seats and onto the floor, but he makes sure not to spill any more from the way he scoops it up and prods at your entrance. 

“let your pussy do the talkin’, baby,” he mumbles drunkenly, pushing in a finger past your walls and the stretch is already so much better than your own. your jaw hangs open in ecstasy, body already bucking and craving for more when he pushes his thicker finger all the way in and it’s no problem for geto to slip the other in, “she’s sucking me in so well, can she do this to my cock too? hm?”

wordlessly, you’re nodding, catching a whisper of good girl before he’s back on your sopping pussy, sucking up and swallowing all of your arousal that it’s downright filthy, the noises echoing throughout the space. geto doesn’t waste any time pumping his digits, moving them in tandem with his tongue.

“s—suguru . .” you whine, struggling to keep your eyes open from the sheer pleasure, and you’re met with the vision that you can never get enough of — your racer boyfriend’s tongue out, hooded lids and soaked chin — and he grants you a little more of euphoria, groaning loudly into your pussy. with each minute, he’s only getting harder, unbelievably so, so your fantasy cut short when he removes his fingers and mouth with a pop! and laughs at your needy whine.

“you’ve been away too long, come,” geto stands to give you a kiss first, letting you taste yourself, “i need to be in you, darlin’.” 

and so when he first slips in, it feels like heaven on earth, his leaking tip nudging past your folds and right into your warm cunt that he whines so loudly, long hair falling all about his face and body. you’re not different, nails digging in his skin at the stretch that you’ve missed, cock so much longer and thicker than your fingers.

“t-this is better than any fleshlight, fuuckk . .” he mutters to himself, one hand holding your ankle up and the other holding your bent knee. he’s hoping the modification he made to his car wouldn’t give up on him, because he knows he won’t be able to hold back once you’ve adjusted. but when you start moving earlier than he expects, he doesn’t give you the chance, slamming right up to the hilt until you’re shivering and clenching around him.

“g—god, r-right there, sugu—” you preen, nothing but incoherent and repeated sentences mumbled by you over and over, “feels s’full . .”

“y-yeah? tha’ it?” you don’t need the shitty light of the abandoned parking lot to make you look beautiful, you’re doing it all on your own when your body arches towards him and your legs shiver in his hold, catching glimpses of just how wet you were — juices smeared along your inner thighs, a clear sheen of it along his length, all thanks to the lighting. “so sloppy, huh . . listen to ’er.”

geto emphasises his thrust, in, out, and in, out, just for you to hear your dripping pussy dragging along his shaft, one of the things of yours that makes him go insane. 

“all because of you,” you babble mindlessly, fingers expressing your need for him and he listens like he always does, body hovering over yours just to kiss you and because of that he’s thrusting all the more deeper into you as you break the kiss with a loud moan. geto laughs against your lips, hips making quick work to make sure he stays in his new angle, and he’s rewarded with your lewd pleas for him.

he’s ramming into you so perfectly, mushroom tip just barely brushing against your cervix each time that it has your mouth permanently open in pure pleasure.

“well . . you’re the only doll to get me hard and needy like this . .” he chuckles again, kissing down your neck to make sure you get blue and black into your skin, “and i fuckin’ love her for it.”

with a shaky hand you pull on his ruined ponytail, “s-say it again.”

“i love you,” suguru almost whispers, afraid of breaking the silence.

“again . .”

“i love you, sweetheart,” that makes you bend into his hold, undoubtedly.

“again, suguru—”

his hips are relentless, still moving even through his pussydrunk confessions, “i love you— i-i love you, i love you. so, goddamn, much— s-shiiit . .”

“m-me too, su . . i love you— i—” your arms trap him, circling around his neck and making sure he stays close to you and he pushes on your knees more, fat cock fucking into you in a more open mating press, knowing you’re close by how your toes curl and your stomach contracts, by how your pussy flutters around his mouth and soft needy sighs turn into wanton moans. he’s got you mapped out, memorised, all from his devotion to you.

“i know, baby, you’re close, y—yeah?”

he feels you nod, thighs starting to burn from the position but while your pussy keeps sucking him in, he’s sure to continue to slam into you, making sure all four walls of the parking lot hear the obscene sounds of his balls slapping against your ass.

“c’mon, cum with me, princess,” he murmurs, lightheaded with the tightness and warmth of your pussy. it’s a wonder he hasn’t cummed already, sneaking one hand in between your bodies to rub at your clit. your moans are rendered inaudible, only managing pathetic squeaks before you’re tipped over the edge and you’re whimpering so loudly into his car, cum dripping down and out your cunt and right to your ass.

your pussy flutters with geto’s continued thrusts, prompting him to reach his release right after with a deep groan, hips stuttering in your sensitive pussy until he’s spilling his load, white and hot. it’s just so, so goddamn much, stuffing your hole full of his cum that it has no choice to spill and dribble out when he removes his cock, the sight just so mesmerising to him.

“p—please,” your energy is far from used up, turning your body over just so you can present your ass to him. face squished into the driver’s seat, you use both hands to spread your cum-filled pussy, just asking for more and geto only smiles with a certain lilt in his voice. “need more, suguru . .”

“that’s my lovergirl.”

[deathbyday]

it’s honestly kinda sad that i feel the need to address this due to nobody else talking about it(from what I’ve seen).

anya’s personality isn’t only about her SA. it’s heavily implied that she’s usually this silly, fun and calm character to be around when jimmy isn’t near.

that being said, jimmy is definitely not a reliable narrator for any of the characters besides himself. the only thing he could be reliable about is his own personality and how he views the other crew members, especially anya.

she shouldn’t be viewed as someone who is a weak, pathetic person. i understand that in the game it mainly seems like she is weak, but like i said, that’s only because the player is in jimmy’s perspective for more then half the game.

while the player is in curly’s perspective, it’s implied that she 100% has more of an actual personality other then what has happened to her.

alongside that, it’s totally okay to write about reader comforting anya. but when it’s all anyone ever sees while trying to find stuff for anya x reader, it starts to get a little annoying.

but obviously, i can’t tell someone to stop writing about what they want to write, so please continue. this is just my opinion.

i’m not hating on anyone. please don’t be offended by this, that’s not my intention at all! i love everyone who writes for anya and the other crewmates, unless it’s weird stuff.

(written off the top of my head, so i apologize for any grammar mistakes. love you guys! next chapter for the daisuke fic will be up sometime tuesday<3)

[lupincentral]

Costumes for five main cast members for the upcoming Lupin III themed Kabuki stage play have been revealed - and my word, they are all looking the part!

The play, which is due to open in Japan this coming December (2023), has all-male actors for the main five (a Kabuki tradition), featuring:

Lupin III: 片岡 愛之助 (Ainosuke Kataoka)

Goemon XIII: 尾上 松也 (Matsuya Onoe)

Jigen Daisuke: 市川 笑三郎 (Saburō Ichikawa)

Fujiko Mine: 市川 笑也 (Emiya Ichikawa)

Inspector Zenigata: 市川 中車 (Chūsha Ichikawa)

The photos, which were first shared by website Natalie on Tuesday morning, show some superb shots of the gang. They all look gorgeous. Personally, I think the team behind the play have done an incredible job at incorporating modern Edo Kabuki influence in their costumes, while still resembling the main cast of the show. The level of detail is impressive - from Goemon’s Part 2 outfit colours to Zenigata’s bold, notable eyelashes.

If you are able to catch this while it runs in Japan, you will no doubt be in for a treat. Tickets are already on sale, so act quickly if you wish to secure yourself a seat!

Click here to view all photos in our image gallery:

[098-lxxon]

- Monday -

Daisuke : *Collapsed to the floor* Low iron!

- Tuesday -

Daisuke : *Collapsed to the floor* Stand up too fast!

- Wednesday -

Daisuke : *Collapsed to the floor* Internal bleeding!

- Thursday -

Daisuke : *Collapsed to the floor* Electrocuted!

- Friday -

Daisuke : *Collapsed to the floor* . . .

Swansea : *Checking on him for to first time* Boy, you alright?

[schadentekkers]

~ CHRIS & DREW MASTERPOST ~

putting together a list of matches available online featuring chris and drew either teaming together or against each other bc i have no life! and also for my fellow chrisdrew heads bc we gotta stick together.

some of these links will be behind a paywall, but i will try my best to find options that are not!! they'll be in order of year and organized by promotion. i have not been able to find any of their matches pre-2017, but i will continue my search until the day i die.

LUCHA FOREVER - the dawning of forever -> cck + chief deputy dunne vs. drew, bea priestley, + el ligero (2:15:00 timestamp)

ATTACK PRO WRESTLING - damplified -> cck vs. drew and shax

dear maria tag me in -> chris and pete dunne vs. drew and elijah

lifestyles of the weird and the wonderful -> chris vs. drew

nonstop feeling (pressure to succeed) -> chris, chief deputy dunne + wild boar vs. drew, lk mezinger + mike bird

live at the dome 3 -> chris vs. drew

**unfortunately, most attack pro shows are not available anywhere else other than the linked site, as far as i've found. the good thing is, the sub price isn't too steep, however they don't have all of their shows available, so some chris&drew matches are missing :(

PWC - the chaos element -> chris vs. drew (1:22:00 timestamp)

PROGRESS - chapter 82: unboxing day -> chris vs. drew, no dq (1:20:35 timestamp)

IPW - tuesday night graps forever -> cck + (inflatable) pete dunne vs. drew, el phantasmo, + the invisible man (45:30 timestamp) also with aussie open on comms. a good time

DDT - summer vacation 2020 -> chris + drew vs. damnation (57:40 timestamp)

get alive 2020 -> chris vs. drew, no dq for the universal title (1:34:20 timestamp)

who's gonna top? 2020 -> chris + drew vs. yuki ueno + naomi yoshimura (1:02:25 timestamp)

d-oh grand prix 2021 in ota-ku - chris + drew vs. mao + shunma (1:30:20 timestamp)

super encounter #1 - chris + drew vs. mao + shunma streetfight

super encounter #6 - chris + drew vs. mao + shunma vs. saki akai + hagane shinno

judgement 2023 -> chris, drew + hagane shinno vs. damnation t.a (2:40:30 timestamp)

BJW - 12.30.2021 -> chris + drew vs. astronauts (1:31:40 timestamp)

only the young -> chris + drew vs. kota sekifudo + yuya aoki (8:46 timestamp)

2 young 2 die -> chris + drew vs. isami kodaka + yuko miyamoto

front row -> chris + drew vs. kankuro hoshino + akira hyodo

young man standing -> chris + drew vs. kota sekisada & mitsuru takeda

ten minutes -> chris + drew vs. daisuke sekimoto & yuya aoki

**sadly the last half of the bjw shows i'm unable to find anywhere other than the bjw core website which is behind a paywall

GAKE NO FUCHI JOSHI - it's summer isn't it? -> drew + rina yamashita vs. chris + miyako matsumoto

clockwork -> chris vs. suzu suzuki (this is a chris match, but drew is his second and he does get involved in the hijinks)

snow white -> chris vs. miyako matsumoto (drew as chris' second again getting involved in the wonderful nonsense that is this match)

happy death day -> chris, drew + veny vs. miyako matsumoto, rina yamashita, + jun kasai (1:32:40 timestamp)

GANBARE PRO - kocho ranbo -> chris, drew + miyako matsumoto vs. veny, hagane shinno, + shinichiro tominaga (51:50 timestamp)

GATOH MOVE - chocopro # 179 -> chris + drew vs. baliyan akki + yuna mizumori

BAKA GAIJIN - vol. 1 -> chris vs. drew / chris + masa vs. drew + mao (1:01:30 timestamp)

vol. 4 -> chris + masa vs. drew + rina (1:10:40 timestamp)

i am also going to link this podcast that they did so everyone can mourn with me the fact that they only did one episode </3

AND that is the end of the list, for now! yay yippee! please enjoy

[beginningobserver]

One Eighth Plan Day countdown.

Part 6 of 6 - Lui ⨉ Taichi

I swear, I wanted to make my stupid recurring joke when I imagined what would happen in the movie back in 2022: The stupid joke of Taichi finding it impossible that the first Chosen Child is YOUNGER than him.

And I have to admit, before this movie, I wondered how old the first one would have been. I'm not here to argue about why I support the theory that Rui is the first -- because even the movie wants you to doubt EVERYTHING Rui claims and tells the 02 kids/audience [read the 'read more' for explanation]

So yeah, why would Taichi find it suspicious? Because it goes against his own knowledge or what he was told. No, he doesn't dislike Rui or think he's untrustworthy. It's more like he thinks something doesn't make sense. And Rui himself was isolated from EVERYONE and EVERYTHING related to the digimon until his first contact with the 02 kids. And we don't know if Ukkomon wasn't another kind of digimon who was isolated from the others to the point of not understanding his own kind. Maybe Ukkomon was just parroting what his higher-ups told him to do and say (and unfortunately, Ukkomon is not like, smart enough... Uh... watch the movie and you might understand???)

Besides, Taichi thinks that the first Chosen, the "Legendary Origins of Everything", would have been older than him. And then this... tiny little sad guy appeared. And... It's FOUR YEARS YOUNGER than him.

As for Rui… He wouldn't understand why Taichi doesn't seem to believe him. It doesn't bother him, it just… Taichi's presence is like standing in front of an important person, and his stupid digimon had probably caused this man a lot of headaches… "I'm sorry??!"

But no worries, Taichi and Rui will get along. Taichi knows that whoever the 02 kids trust cannot be a bad person! Even if that person is just a very sad, awkward potato who's bad at people!

Especially if Taichi and Rui go to eat Daisuke's delicious ramen on Tuesdays while Motomiya Ramen is open~

(btw the countdown ends here, but there's one more surprise to finish July doodles...!! Yeah, this is for July 30, not July 31!!)

As for why Rui's status as the first Chosen is doubtful and it's not clear whether it's true or false… Might get a bit longer so bear with Ni ↓

The truth is… Rui never claims to be the first Chosen Child in the movie. The one who started claiming that he was the first was the 02 Group itself! What Rui said in the PVs and in the movie is that "I was the first person to form a partnership with a digimon in the world" (this was also part of the announcement PV & promo art!) So, is Rui the first or not? The fact that it's very unclear, and that they seem to contradict all the information he gives you with what the 02 kids (and us) know so far, is meant to make you question it. And Advverse never had "solid, clear" answers because… Everything is unknown to everyone there, not even the entities of the Digital World (Holy Beasts, Gennai & the Agents, Homeostasis, etc.) seem to know everything. And that's okay? The human world and the Digital World are still mysteries, so it would be boring if we had all the answers imo.

So the movie does not seem to want to break the mystery surrounding everything, or rather, does not want to "contradict" previous things that have been released.

The Advverse, the OG one, is very very COMPLICATED, so yeah, messing with it is REEEEEEEALLY dangerous, so… Take everything Rui and Ukkomon say in the movie with a grain of salt.

[digitalworldbound]

the chosen playing stardew valley headcanons

listen, im obsessed atm. please ignore this incredibly specific headcanon post okay love u

taichi - he only started playing bc hikari insisted. idk he likes the fishing, tho!! he eventually marries abigail bc she, like agumon, will eat most anything.

yamato - he plays a bit in between his classes and thinks that the farming is really relaxing. he eventually marries penny bc he thinks she is sweet. (his character coincidentally looks like sam)

sora - she is gradually getting addicted to stardew valley and spends waaay too long picking out names for her farm animals. she initially tried to romance sam, but switched to shane bc she felt bad and wanted to help him!!! (her blue chicken is named “frosty”)

koushiro - koushiro knows of stardew valley, but he definitely doesn’t have time to play it. plus, watching his friends develop parasocial relationships with pixels is a little concerning. he does help miyako create mods for it, tho!!

mimi - she is obsessed!! she wishes the flower dance were every month and that the pretty colors of spring and summer could last forever. every festival, she spends all of her money on decorations. as soon as possible, she bought the furniture catalog at robin’s and spent HOURSS decorating her farm, house, AND the town. (linus has a little sitting area now!! the mines have flowers all in the entrance!!) she will marry haley every single time. they have two beautiful kids!!

jou - he literally has no idea what the hype around stardew valley is about, but he has seen the harvey thirst traps on tiktok and is happy the public are appreciating healthcare workers!!

takeru - npc interactions are his favorite, tbh. he does his best to give everyone gifts they like, except demetrius. he doesn’t like workaholic fathers for some reason. also, he wishes he could talk like elliott in real life without sounding like a sociopath.

hikari - she has played for over 300 hours. she has a fully functioning farmstead on ginger island and explores skull cavern for FUN. she has well over twelve save files- one for each bachelor and bachelorette she wants to romance. (elliott has been her fav so far - his poetry!!! his rizz!!!)

daisuke - he yearns for the mines.

ken - ken enjoys stardew valley, but only plays casually. (he just wants to have something in common with the others so that they can all talk about it.) he likes maru so far and has formed an attachment to his in-game cat named “miso”.

iori -he likes watching over daisuke’s shoulder as he plays, laughing whever a slime kills him in the mines.

miyako - a leah stan for life. the only thing she loves more than her wife is the DRAMMMAAAA and LORE these characters drop on a random tuesday afternoon. abigail’s heritage?? miyako is SCANDALIZED. alex’s entire exsistence? she is SAT, tissues in hand.

[digitalgate02]

#火曜日は大輔の日 #DaisukeTuesday

[taikouvember]

Taikouvember 2024 - Prompt Guideline:

Day 7, Sunday, November 10th 2024: Kindness / Miracles

"Kindness is a type of behavior marked by acts of generosity, consideration, rendering assistance, or concern for others, without expecting praise or reward in return. It is the quality of being gentle, caring, and helpful, sincere, a voluntary use of one’s time, talent, and resources to better the lives of others, one’s own life, and the world through genuine acts of love, compassion and service. One may never let themselves be abused for being kind. A miracle is an event, mostly extraordinary and welcome, that is mysterious and inexplicable by natural or scientific laws and accordingly gets attributed to some supernatural or preternatural cause. An unexpected and surprising outcome."

Do you want miracles to happen for them? Do you want to grant them a deed of kindness or highlight their kindest moments and qualities? Either way: In a series that regularly lets miracles happen to its protagonists, that kindly fulfills dreams, the last day shall be dedicated to your personal wishes: You may post whatever comes to your mind in regards to Taikou, something you always wanted to shout into the world, draw, write, create, but never found the opportunity to do so! We’re excited to see what you have in mind!

Additonal idea: What is your favourite aspect about their relationship/dynamic with Daisuke, Miyako, Iori, Ken or any other Chosen Children?

Take a look at the prompts of the other days too!

Day 1, Monday, November 4th: Friendship

Day 2, Tuesday, November 5th: Love

Day 3, Wednesday, November 6th: Sincerity

Day 4, Thursday, November 7th: Reliability

Day 5, Friday, November 8th: Hope

Day 6, Saturday, November 9th: Light

[bomber-grl]

I’ll write for… A-Z✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶

Key ~ .𖥔 ݁ ˖

Platonic - 💫

Romantic - 💗

Familial - 🏡

These are just the ones off the top of my head, if you’re wondering if I write for a fandom not here then I’d be happy to answer! (Also I’ll add here if I do, I just consume too much media and forget)

~ 𖦹₊⊹ Any gendered reader can be requested unless the character has a strict sexuality (ex: Gay, Lesbian)

— Games ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

Fictif

- For the Love of Gods

Astrellio ~ 💫💗🏡

Vidas ~ 💫💗🏡

- Into the Mist

Fin Derodine ~ 💫💗🏡

- Isle of Enchantment

Rogue Blackwood ~ 💫💗🏡

Serena James ~ 💫💗🏡

- Last Legacy

Felix Escellun ~ 💫💗🏡

Sage Lesath ~ 💫💗🏡

Anisa Anka ~ 💫💗🏡

Rime Solano ~ 💫💗🏡

- Monster Manor

Casimir de Gévaudan ~ 💫💗

Rainier ~ 💫💗🏡

Mouthwashing

Daisuke ~ 💫💗🏡

Obey Me!

Lucifer ~ 💫💗🏡

Mammon ~ 💫💗🏡

Leviathan ~ 💫💗🏡

Satan ~ 💫💗🏡

Asmodeus ~ 💫💗🏡

Beezlebub ~ 💫🏡

Belphegor ~ 💫💗🏡

Solomon ~ 💫💗🏡

Simeon ~ 💫💗🏡

Diavolo ~ 💫💗🏡

Barbatos ~ 💫💗🏡

Luke ~ 💫🏡

Our Life: Beginnings & Always

Cove Holden ~ 💫💗🏡

Derek Suárez ~ 💫💗🏡

Our Life: Now & Forever

Qiu Lin ~ 💫💗🏡

Tamarack Baumann ~ 💫💗🏡

SallyFace

Sal Fisher ~ 💫💗🏡

Larry Johnson ~ 💫💗🏡

Ashley Campbell ~ 💫💗🏡

Todd Morrison ~ 💫🏡

Travis Phelps ~ 💫💗🏡

The Arcana

Asra Alnazar ~ 💫💗🏡

Julian Devorak ~ 💫💗🏡

Portia Devorak ~ 💫💗🏡

Muriel ~ 💫💗🏡

Nadia Satrinava ~ 💫💗🏡

Lucio ~ 💫💗🏡

— Animated Shows/Movies ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

Adventure Time

Finn the Human Adventure ~ 💫💗🏡

Jake the Dog ~ 💫🏡

Princess Bubblegum ~ 💫💗🏡

Prismo the Wish Master ~ 💫💗🏡

Fern ~ 💫💗🏡

Arcane

Ekko ~ 💫💗🏡

Vi ~ 💫🏡

Jinx ~ 💫💗🏡

Viktor ~ 💫💗🏡

Mel ~ 💫💗🏡

Lest ~ 💫💗🏡

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Zuko ~ 💫💗🏡

Azula ~ 💫💗🏡

Sokka ~ 💫💗🏡

Katara ~ 💫💗🏡

Aang ~ 💫🏡

Toph ~ 💫🏡

Jet ~ 💫💗🏡

Bee and puppycat

Bee ~ 💫🏡

Howell Wizard ~ 💫💗🏡

Crispin Wizard ~ 💫💗🏡

Wesley Wizard ~ 💫💗🏡

Cardamon ~ 💫🏡

Big hero 6

Hiro Hamada ~ 💫💗🏡

Cass ~ 💫🏡

Fiona and Cake

Fiona Campbell ~ 💫💗🏡

Marshal Lee ~ 💫💗🏡

Gary ~ 💫💗🏡

Simon Petrikov ~ 💫💗🏡

Gravity Falls

Dipper Pines ~ 💫💗🏡

Mabel Pines ~ 💫🏡

Stanley Pines ~ 💫🏡

Stanford Pines ~ 💫💗🏡

Harry Potter Universe

Harry Potter ~ 💫💗🏡

Hermione Granger ~ 💫💗🏡

Ron Weasley ~ 💫🏡

Fred Weasley ~ 💫🏡

George Weasley ~ 💫🏡

Luna Lovegood ~ 💫💗🏡

Draco Malfoy ~ 💫💗🏡

Newt Scamander ~ 💫💗🏡

Star vs the Forces of Evil

Star Butterfly ~ 💫🏡

Marco Diaz ~ 💫💗🏡

Tom Lucitor ~ 💫💗🏡

Spider-Man: Across the Spiderverse

Miles Morales (Earth - 42/1610) ~ 💫💗🏡

Gwen Stacy ~ 💫💗🏡

Hobie Brown ~ 💫💗🏡

Pavitr Prabhakar ~ 💫💗🏡

Tales of Arcadia

Douxie ~ 💫💗🏡

Eli Pepperjack ~ 💫💗🏡

Krel ~ 💫💗🏡

The Dragon Prince

Callum ~ 💫💗🏡

Aaravos ~ 💫💗🏡

Rayla ~ 💫💗🏡

— Anime ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

Assassination Classroom

Nagisa Shiota ~ 💫💗🏡

Karma Akabane ~ 💫💗🏡

Gakushu Asano ~ 💫💗🏡

Ryunoske Chiba ~ 💫💗🏡

Tomohito Sugino ~ 💫💗🏡

Yuma Isogai ~ 💫💗🏡

Black Butler

Ciel Phantomhive ~ 💫🏡

Grell Sutcliff ~ 💫💗🏡

Alois Trancy ~ 💫🏡

Finnian ~ 💫💗🏡

Blue Exorcist

Rin Okumura ~ 💫💗🏡

BNA: Brand New Animal

Shirou Ogami ~ 💫💗🏡

Michiru Kagemori ~ 💫🏡

Carole and Tuesday

Rody ~ 💫💗

Death Note

L ~ 💫💗🏡

Misa Amane ~ 💫💗🏡

Touta Matsuda ~ 💫💗🏡

Demon Slayer

Tanjiro Kamado ~ 💫💗🏡

Zenistu Agatsuma ~ 💫💗🏡

Inosuke Hashibira ~ 💫💗🏡

Mitsuri Kanroji ~ 💫💗🏡

Kyojuro Rengoku ~ 💫💗🏡

Muichiro Tokito ~ 💫💗🏡

Genya Shinazugawa ~ 💫💗🏡

Dungeon Meshi

Laois Toudan ~ 💫💗🏡

Haikyuu!!

Shoyo Hinata ~ 💫💗🏡

Tobio Kageyama ~ 💫💗🏡

kenma Kozume ~ 💫💗🏡

Tadashi Yamaguchi ~ 💫💗🏡

Yu Nishinoya ~ 💫💗🏡

Jujustu Kaisen

Yuji Itadori ~ 💫💗🏡

Megumi Fushiguro ~ 💫💗🏡

Nobara Kugisaki ~ 💫💗🏡

Inumaki ~ 💫💗🏡

Junpei ~ 💫💗🏡

Mob Psycho 100

Shigeo Kageyama (aka mob) ~ 💫💗🏡

Ritsu Kageyama ~ 💫💗🏡

Reigen Arataka ~ 💫💗🏡

Teruki Hanazawa ~ 💫💗🏡

Tome Kurata ~ 💫💗🏡

Tsubomi Takane ~ 💫💗🏡

My Hero Academia

Izuku Midoriya ~ 💫💗🏡

Shoto Todoroki ~ 💫💗🏡

Katsuki Bakugo ~ 💫🏡

Ochako Uraraka ~ 💫💗🏡

Hitoshi Shinso ~ 💫💗🏡

Neito Monoma ~ 💫💗🏡

Tamaki Amajiki ~ 💫💗🏡

Fumikage Tokoyami ~ 💫💗🏡

Denki Kaminari ~ 💫💗🏡

Momo Yaoyorozu ~ 💫💗🏡

Yuga Aoyama ~ 💫💗🏡

Eijiro Kirishima ~ 💫💗🏡

Tenya Iida ~ 💫💗🏡

Santa Sero ~ 💫💗🏡

Mezo Shoji ~ 💫💗🏡

All Might ~ 💫🏡

Present Mic ~ 💫🏡

Shota Aizawa ~ 💫🏡

Midnight ~ 💫🏡

My Love Story !!

Makoto Sunakawa ~ 💫💗🏡

Rinko Yamato ~ 💫💗🏡

Takeo Gouda ~ 💫💗🏡

Naruto

Naruto Uzumaki ~ 💫💗🏡

Sasuke Uchiha ~ 💫💗🏡

Sakura Haruno ~ 💫💗🏡

Rock Lee ~ 💫💗🏡

Shino Aburame ~ 💫💗🏡

Gaara ~ 💫💗🏡

Sai Yamanaka ~ 💫💗🏡

Ouran Highschool Host Club

Haruhi Fujioka ~ 💫💗🏡

Tamaki Suoh ~ 💫💗🏡

Takashi Morinozuka (aka Mori) ~ 💫💗🏡

Kyoya Ootori ~ 💫💗🏡

Kaoru Hitachiin ~ 💫💗🏡

Honey Senpai ~ 💫💗🏡

Ritsu Kasanoda ~ 💫💗🏡

Umehito Nekozawa ~ 💫💗🏡

Sk8 the Infinity

Miya Chinen ~ 💫🏡

Spy x Family

Yor Briar ~ 💫💗🏡

Loid Forger ~ 💫💗🏡

Anya Forger ~ 💫🏡

Yuri Briar ~ 💫💗🏡

Frankie Franklin ~ 💫💗🏡

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K.

Kusuo Saiki ~ 💫💗🏡

Shun Kaido ~ 💫💗🏡

Riki Nendou ~ 💫🏡

Kokomi Teruhashi ~ 💫💗🏡

Kusuke Saiki ~ 💫💗🏡

Tiger and Bunny

Ivan Karelin ~ 💫💗🏡

Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun

Hanako ~ 💫🏡

Nene Yashiro ~ 💫🏡

Kou Minamoto ~ 💫🏡

Mitsuba ~ 💫🏡

Welcome to Demon School!! Iruma Kun

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Asmodeus Alice ~ 💫💗🏡

Clara Valac ~ 💫💗🏡

Sullivan ~ 💫🏡

Balam Shichirou ~ 💫🏡

Opera ~ 💫💗🏡

Kalego Naberius ~ 💫💗🏡

Shax Lied ~ 💫💗🏡

Ameri Azazel ~ 💫💗🏡

Yuri On Ice

Yuri Plisetsky (aka Yurio) ~ 💫💗🏡

— Tv Shows/k-Dramas/Movies ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

All of Us are Dead

Han Gyeong-su ~ 💫💗🏡

Lee Cheong-san ~ 💫💗🏡

Lee Su-hyeok/ Bare-su ~ 💫💗🏡

Maze runner

Minho ~ 💫💗🏡

Newt ~ 💫💗🏡

The Umbrella Academy

Luther Hargreeves ~ 💫🏡

Diego Hargreeves ~ 💫🏡

Ben Hargreeves ~ 💫💗🏡

Five Hargreeves ~ 💫💗🏡

Viktor Hargreeves ~ 💫🏡

Allison Hargreeves ~ 💫🏡

Klaus Hargreeves ~ 💫🏡

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DC

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Bruce Wayne ~ 💫🏡

Jason Todd ~ 💫💗🏡

Tim Drake ~ 💫💗🏡

Dick Grayson ~ 💫💗🏡

Jon Kent ~ 💫💗🏡

Connor Kent ~ 💫💗🏡

Rebirth

Neo Collins ~ 💫🏡

Noah Collins ~ 💫💗🏡

Return of the Blossoming Blade

Cheongmyeong ~ 💫💗🏡

Unordinary

John ~ 💫💗🏡

Seraphina ~ 💫💗🏡

Isen ~ 💫💗🏡

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— Books ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

Percy Jackson

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Leo Valdez ~ 💫💗🏡

Nico Di Angelo ~ 💫💗🏡

Jason Grace ~ 💫💗🏡

Piper McLean ~ 💫💗🏡

Hazel Levesque ~ 💫💗🏡

Annabeth Chase ~ 💫💗🏡

Clarisse La Rue ~ 💫🏡

Will Solace ~ 💫💗🏡

Octavian ~ 💫💗🏡

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Ch. 29 - Baby's Breath In many cultures, baby's breath is given to new mothers for good luck, hence its name. The flower usually symbolizes purity, innocence, hope, and new beginnings. AN:TW: Emetophobia

You woke up with a jolt, your stomach churning violently as waves of nausea washed over you. Clutching your abdomen, you stumbled out of bed, barely making it to the small, plastic trash can at the corner of the room before your body revolted, expelling its contents into the tiny receptacle. You groaned in misery, tears stinging your eyes as you heaved, feeling utterly drained and miserable.

The sound of your retching echoed in the quiet room, drawing Naoya from his slumber. With a grunt, he sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he glanced toward you kneeling in the corner at the trash can with bleary eyes. "Y/N? What the hell's going on?" He mumbled.

You winced as another wave of nausea washed over you, your body trembling with the effort to keep yourself upright. You held your hair back with one hand, your knuckles turning white from the strain as you tried to steady yourself. "I-I'm okay," you managed to choke out between dry heaves, your voice strained and hoarse.

You stumbled as you stood up and sat on the edge of the bed. Naoya's brow furrowed with concern as you sat down, groaning. Could it be Daisuke? Had that bastard done something to poison you?  He clenched his jaw, his fists tightening at his sides as anger boiled within him. Despite your cursed technique, he couldn't shake the nagging suspicion that Daisuke had done something somehow. If anyone would know your weakness, it'd be your own family.

"Y/N," he said softly, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Are you sure you're okay? Did someone do something to you?"

You paused, your hand clutching your stomach as your body continued to churn. You shook your head weakly, not wanting to think about anything. "I don't know," you refused to think in such a state, your voice trembling with uncertainty.

Naoya's eyes narrowed with determination, his arrogance shining through as he vowed to protect you at all costs. "I'll get that asshole, I'll kill him," he declared, his voice dripping with venom as his grip tightened on your shoulder.

As you stayed behind to sleep, Naoya got up to get ready for his day, spending most of it getting ready for that evening's meeting. Even after you woke up, you lingered behind, your mind racing with the possibility of being pregnant. You held your stomach gently, feeling a strange mixture of anxiety and hope swirling within you. Could it be possible that fertility doctor was wrong, and it was Naohiro who was infertile all along?

You paced the room, your thoughts consumed by uncertainty. Eventually, you decided that you couldn't ignore the possibility and that you needed to know for sure. You decided to sneak out to a convenience store to find a test. Quickly, you gathered your things and slipped out of the estate, careful not to draw any attention. The streets were still relatively quiet for a Tuesday morning. You hurried along, your heart pounding in your chest with anticipation and dread.

Finally reaching a convenience store, you made your way toward the aisle with family planning, your hands trembling slightly as you chose one of the random pregnancy tests from the shelf. The box felt heavy in your hands. You thought you'd be doing this for Naohiro, not for Naoya -- a thought that pressed on you. Standing in line, you could feel the eyes of the cashier on you, the feeling of judgement as they scanned the item. The minute you paid, you hastily made your way back to the estate.

Once back home, you locked yourself in the bathroom, your hands shaking as you opened the box and followed the instructions for the pregnancy test. Minutes felt like hours as you waited for the results, your heart pounding in your chest unlike anything you'd felt before. When the timer on your phone went off, you held your breath and picked up the test, your eyes scanning the vague results.

And then, you saw it. Two unmistakable lines staring back at you, confirming your worst fears and your deepest hopes all at once. Tears welled up in your eyes as you sunk to the floor, overwhelmed by a flood of emotions.

You're pregnant.

The realization hit you like a ton of bricks. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you grappled with the enormity of the situation. There was joy in the possibility of new life but it mingled with the fear of an uncertain future, especially considering Naoya's deteriorating health. How could you bring a child into the world where their father might not live to see them grow up? The memory of Naohiro, your lost love, haunted you, reminding you of the life you envisioned with him, a life that now seemed like a lost dream. How could you move forward when your heart still yearned for what could've been?

But then, amidst the chaos of your thoughts, Naoya's words echoed in your mind, a chilling reminder of the desperate plan he had proposed weeks ago as a mere joke. The idea of using a pregnancy to buy time, to delay the inevitable confrontation with your family flickered to life in your mind like a twisted beacon of hope. It was a temporary solution, a dangerous gamble, but in your desperation it seemed like the only option. With a newfound sense of purpose, you wiped away your tears and composed yourself, steeling your resolve to go find your uncle. You had to tell him the truth about your pregnancy, to see if that would buy you the time that you wanted to figure things out.

You approached the garden where you found Daisuke meandering among the colorful plants on display around the koi pond, surely missing his own bonsai back home. You took a deep breath to steady your nerves and approached him cautiously, your heart pounding with anticipation.

"Daisuke," you called out, your voice trembling slightly as you drew closer. "We need to talk."

Daisuke turned to face you, his expression darkening with disdain as he regarded you with cold, calculating eyes. "What could you possibly have to say to me, Y/N?" He scoffed with contempt. "It's too late for you."

You felt a surge of desperation welling up within you as you struggled to find the right words to convey the urgency of the situation. "I...I know," you stammered, your voice quavering with emotion. "But...there's something you need to know... Something I didn't say then...that's important."

Daisuke's eyes narrowed with suspicion, his patience wearing thin as he regarded you with growing impatience. "What is it, then?" He demanded, his voice sharp and unforgiving.

You took a deep breath, steadying yourself for his reaction as you blurted out the words, "I'm pregnant."

For a moment, Daisuke's eyes widened in shock, his features contorting with both disbelief and fury. "What did I tell you, Y/N?" He hissed as his hand lunged toward you with menacing intent.

Before you could react, Daisuke's hand lashed out with lightning speed, the back of his hand connecting with your cheek with a brutal force that sent you sprawling to the ground. Pain exploded across your face as you cried out in agony, the sting of the blow searing through you like a white-hot fire. From afar, on the outer walkway of the estate, Naoya watched in horror as the scene unfolded before him. His eyes widened at the sight of you being struck down by your uncle. With a guttural cry of rage, he stormed toward the two of you, his every instinct screaming at him to protect the woman he loved at all costs.

"Kamo!" He bellowed, his voice filled with a primal fury as he closed the distance between you in quick, determined strides. "Don't you lay a hand on her!"

Daisuke turned toward Naoya, opening his mouth to speak with a smirk. But Naoya didn't give him a chance to utter a single word. With a primal roar, he closed the remaining distance between them in a blur of motion. In an instant, his hand latched onto Daisuke's montsuki, the fabric crumpling under his grip as he effortlessly hurled Daisuke to the gravel below.

The impact knocked the wind out of Daisuke, his body crashing against the ground with a sickening thud. Before Daisuke could even comprehend what was happening, Naoya was on him, his fists raining down upon your uncle with a ferocity that bordered on savage. Your voice echoed in the background, a desperate plea for Naoya to stop, but he was consumed by a rage that refused to be quelled. Blow after blow, Naoya unleashed his pent-up fury upon Daisuke, each punch fueled by weeks of frustration and contempt. Daisuke's face quickly became a mess of blood and bruises, his consciousness slipping away with each punching strike. Naoya showed no mercy, his onslaught relentless as he continued to pummel your uncle into submission.

Suddenly, a sharp, gut-wrenching cough interrupts the chaos, ripping through Naoya's chest with a force that sent him reeling. He stumbled backward, his hand instinctively clutching at his chest as he doubled over in agony. Your cries of concern were drowned out by his agonizing coughs, each one more violent than the last. Blood mingled with cherry blossom petals that spilled from his lips as he fell to the ground, lying on his side in front of you.

Despite the searing pain that coursed through him, he couldn't stop coughing, his body convulsing uncontrollably as he struggled to draw breath. With a trembling hand, he reached out toward you, his eyes filled with anguish and resignation. You rushed to his side, your hands trembling as you cradled his head in your lap, your heart breaking at the sight of his suffering. Tears blurred your vision as you watched helplessly, your fingers brushing away the crimson-stained petals that littered his chest. His face was bright red, blood and spit coating the corners of his mouth. The veins in his neck viciously protruded with each of his coughs.

Jinichi emerged from one of the shoji doors, drawn by the commotion echoing through the estate. His expression remained stoic, his icy gaze sweeping over the scene before him with a detached curiosity. But as he saw Daisuke unconscious and Naoya coughing violently on the ground, blood and petals staining his chest, a flicker of concern flashed across his normally impassive features.

"Naobito!" Jinichi called out urgently back toward the estate, his voice cutting through the chaos like a knife. "Get that damned doctor, now!"

Naobito, who had been nursing a drink in the nearby tea room, stumbled out in annoyance, his usual drunken stupor interrupted by the urgency in Jinichi's voice. He frowned in irritation, his bleary eyes narrowing as he surveyed the scene before him.

"What's all this racket about?!" Naobito slurred, his voice thick with irritation. "Can't a man have a moment's peace in his own home?"

Jinichi's gaze hardened as he gestured toward Naoya, who was still writhing in agony on your lap. "Look at your son, Naobito," he snapped, his voice dripping with disdain. "He's coughing up blood. Get Kikuchi here now, before it's too late."

Naobito's brow furrowed with confusion as he stumbled forward, his drunken haze slowly clearing as he registered the seriousness of the situation. With a grunt of annoyance, he fumbled for his phone, dialing Dr. Kikuchi's number with clumsy, fat fingers. Meanwhile, you looked up at Jinichi with tear-streaked cheeks, your voice trembling as you struggled to find the words to explain.

As Naoya's eyes rolled back and he slipped into unconsciousness, your heart clenched with fear and despair. You brushed back his hair gently, whispering words of reassurance even as a few stray tears began to stream down your cheeks. "Hang on, Naoya," you murmured, your voice choked with emotion. "You're going to be okay. Just hold on..."

But your words were lost in the chaos as Dr. Kikuchi arrived with one of his nurses in tow. The doctor quickly assessed the situation between Naoya and Daisuke, his expression grave as he knelt beside Naoya. "We need to get him inside...now," he declared urgently. He gestured to his nurse, a young woman with a determined look in her eyes. "Help me lift him," he instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The nurse nodded, her jaw set with determination as she joined Dr. Kikuchi at Naoya's side. Together, they carefully lifted him from your lap, their movements gentle yet efficient as they carried him toward the estate. As you hurried with them, you glanced back at Daisuke, who was also slipping into unconsciousness on the ground. A surge of anger and frustration coursed through you at the sight of him lying there helpless, leaving him with Naobito and Jinichi.

You followed Dr. Kikuchi and his nurse into the estate and into your bedroom. There, a very winded-looking nurse stood with medical supplies that Dr. Kikuchi had brought. As Kikuchi and the nurse worked diligently to stabilize Naoya, you stood by, feeling helpless yet determined to do whatever you could. The sight of him, unconscious and being hooked up to medical equipment, filled you with a sense of dread and urgency. You watched as Kikuchi carefully administered the oxygen and prepared the necessary medications to help ease Naoya's suffering.

The room felt tense as Dr. Kikuchi focused intently on his task. With precise movements, he began the process of intubation, guided by years of experience and training. He and the two nurses worked together to stabilize Naoya. Each moment felt like an eternity, your heart thundering in your chest as you watched with frantic curiosity. Finally, with a sense of relief, you watched as Naoya's vital signs began to steady. The rhythmic beeping of the machines provided a small sense of comfort amidst the chaos.

Dr. Kikuchi turned to you, his expression grave yet compassionate. "He's stable for now, but he's going to need constant monitoring," he explained, his voice tinged with concern. "Naoya requested me to tell you that if his condition doesn't improve within two weeks, he be taken off of any life support."

You blinked incredulously and swallowed hard. Naoya had so easily accepted his fate? The last time you'd spoken about it, he said that he wasn't going to let some silly flowers kill him. Why the sudden change of heart? The reality of Naoya's condition sunk in. Two weeks. Just fourteen days to determine the fate of the man you'd come to care for, the father of your unborn child.

"Thank you, sensei," you murmured softly, your voice barely above a whisper as you tore your gaze away from Naoya to acknowledge him. Every fiber of your being ached with the enormity of the situation.

Dr. Kikuchi then hurried away to go tend to your uncle. With a heavy heart, you knelt by his side, your hand reaching out to gently brush his cheek. His skin still felt warm beneath your touch. You swallowed back the lump in your throat, fighting to keep your emotions in check as you gazed up at him, his face obscured by the tubes and wires that tethered him to the machines.

"Naoya," you whispered, your voice trembling. "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

Your heart clenched painfully as you watched him, his chest rising and falling rhythmically with the assistance of the ventilator. The sight of him in such a vulnerable state broke you in a way you never thought possible. You reached out and brushed back his hair gently, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead as you silently prayed to whatever deity was listening for his recovery. You turned away for a moment, stepping out of the room, and got out your cell phone to dial Naoya's mother.

After a few rings, Mizuki's voice answered on the other end, her tone filled with warmth and concern. "Hello? Y/N, is that you?"

Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to find the words to convey the gravity of the situation. "Nakamura-san, it's Naoya. He...he's been intubated," you managed to choke out.

There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line, followed by a heavy silence as she processed your words. "Oh, my poor boy," she finally whispered. "Thank you for letting me know. I'll be there as soon as I can, no matter what Naobito says."

Relief washed over you at Mizuki's response, grateful she decided to come and see her son even if he was in a coma. "Thank you, Nakamura-san," you murmured, your voice breaking as you glanced over at Naoya lying on the bed from your point of view from just outside the door, his chest rising and falling rhythmically. "He needs you."

After thanking Mizuki and ending the call, you took a deep breath to steady yourself before reentering the room. You knelt once more at Naoya's bedside. You reached out to gently squeeze his hand, silently willing him to wake up and assure you that everything would be alright.

As you watched over Naoya, a heavy sigh escaped your lips. Recalling your first day at the Zenin estate, the bet you and Naoya made during his little 'tour' you mumbled quietly, "I don't want to win the bet anymore..." You no longer cared about winning, about outlasting Naoya in this 'farce' of a marriage; all you wanted was for Naoya to recover and for your child to have a chance at a future with their father.

Lost in your thoughts, you were startled by the sound of footsteps approaching from behind. You turned to see Daisuke standing there, his face now covered in bruises and butterfly stitches adorning his eyebrow. Anger flared within you at the sight of him.

"What do you want, Daisuke?" You demanded, your voice laced with contempt and defiance.

Daisuke's gaze hardened as he met your eyes, his expression unreadable. "You're coming home," he declared, his tone firm and commanding. "Start packing your bags. It's already been arranged with Naobito. We're not staying for this damned meeting."

Your heart pounded in your chest as you processed his words. The last thing you wanted to do was return to the Kamo estate, especially now that you were carrying Naoya's child. You refused to let Daisuke and your father dictate your life any longer. Hell, you were supposed to be excommunicated, right?! You stood up and squared your shoulders with him, determination burning brightly in your eyes as you met his gaze head-on.

"I'm not going anywhere with you, Daisuke," you retorted defiantly. "I'm staying here to take care of Naoya."

Daisuke's jaw tightened at your defiance, his eyes narrowing with anger. "You don't have a choice in this matter, Y/N," he snapped, his voice dripping with disdain. "Naobito already made the arrangements. You will come back with me, whether you like it or not."

You stood your ground, refusing to back down in the face of his threats. "I'm not leaving Naoya," you insisted firmly.

Daisuke growled as his hand darted forward, gripping your upper arm roughly as he yanked you closer. You winced in pain, feeling as the bruises began to form under his fingers. "You are coming back with me to the Kamo estate where we can deal with your..." he glanced down at your stomach, "parasite."

The room spun around you and you felt a wave of nausea wash over you, the disbelief of Daisuke's command settling in. Your legs felt like jelly and you stumbled backward, your hand instinctively moving to protect your stomach. The color drained from your face as the gravity of the situation settled in.

Daisuke's eyes narrowed with satisfaction as he watched your reaction, his lips curling into a cruel smirk. "Now, pack your bags," he ordered. "We're leaving."

As Daisuke turned and left the room, you remained by Naoya's side for a moment longer. Despite all of the chaos, you felt a sense of calm as you watched the steady rise and fall of his chest, reassured by the rhythmic beeping of the machines monitoring his vital signs. Eventually, you pushed yourself to your feet to begin packing. You didn't want to cause any more drama than needed. You started with your clothes, gathering them from the closet, the built-in cabinets, and the dresser drawers. You told yourself you'd stay until his mother arrived to ensure her safety from Naobito, then go back to the Kamo estate with your father and Daisuke after that evening's meeting concluded.

While packing your things, you reached into one of the dresser drawers and felt your fingers brush against a small envelope tucked away in the back. Curiosity piqued, and you pulled it out, your heart skipping a beat as you saw your name scrawled across the front in his familiar, albeit scratchy, handwriting. With trembling fingers, you carefully opened the flap to the envelope and pulled out the letter inside. As you unfolded it, your eyes widened in surprise, your breath catching in your throat at the sight of the words written on the page. It was a love letter, unlike anything you'd expect from a man like him. You began to read his chicken scratch carefully:

"My Dearest Y/N,

I know I said this was the last thing I'd ever do. It's not really my thing to pour my heart out like this, but recent events have made me realize that life's too short for pride and all that crap. So here goes. Since we met, you've been on my mind more than I care to admit. Your strength, your spirit, and even your stubbornness, they've all gotten under my skin in a way I never expected. Even when I'm being a pain in the ass, you've always been patient, and for that, I'm grateful. I know I've been a bit of a jerk at times and that's putting it lightly, I know, but being around you has shown me a side of myself I didn't know existed. You softened my edges, made me see things differently, and for that, I owe you more than I can say. If anyone could've changed me, of course it would've been you. I've never been good with words, and I'm probably making a mess of this, but I need you to know that I care about you, Y/N. More than I ever thought possible. You've become a part of my life in a way I never expected, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I can see why my brother was so head over heels for you. I know we've had our ups and downs, but I wouldn't trade any of it. I hope that you can forgive me for the things I haven't apologized for. If you're reading this, it probably means that I'm dead. Or at least more than halfway there. But I want you to know that I love you. And I'm glad that I was able to spend my last few weeks with you. So yeah, that's about it. I'm not sure what the future will be like; I'm not even going to be there to see it, but I wanted you to know how I feel. Take care of yourself, okay?

With all my messed-up heart, Naoya"

As you read the letter, tears welled up in your eyes, blurring the words on the page as the droplets hit the paper. You couldn't believe what you'd read -- Naoya, the man you'd come to know as an arrogant, closed-off asshole was pouring his heart out to you in a way you never thought possible. Sure, he had wound up confessing when he was still conscious, but this was a whole other level for him. The man actually had a way with words, miraculously enough. The realization hit you like a ton of bricks, filling you with a bittersweet sensation.

You carefully folded the letter, your hands trembling as you held the paper close to your heart. Emotions churned within you, a tumultuous storm of conflicting feelings threatening to overwhelm your fragile resolve. How could you suddenly start feeling something for Naoya? You'd promised yourself to Naohiro entirely, even in death... You couldn't possibly...

With a heavy heart, you pulled your luggage to the front of the estate. Each movement felt like a betrayal. You were preparing to leave the man who'd so passionately confessed his feelings for you on his death bed simply because your now estranged uncle requested you to. You couldn't shake the feeling that you were making a mistake. Your thoughts kept drifting back to Naoya and the letter he'd written. Despite his aggressive and stoic facade, he'd bared his soul to you in a way that you never thought possible. He'd shown a side of himself that you'd never seen before, and it stirred something within you, something you could no longer ignore.

As you stood there, waiting for an attendant to come and help you get your bag into Daisuke's BMW, the realization washed over you like a tidal wave. You were in love with Naoya. The self-admission left you breathless, your heart pounding in your chest as you struggled to come to terms with the truth. You wiped the tears from your eyes as you stared down at the suitcase at your side, your mind consumed with doubt and uncertainty. You felt completely torn between your loyalty to Naohiro and your growing affection for Naoya. How could you choose between them? How could you betray one brother for the sake of the other? You were paralyzed by indecision.

You knew that you couldn't leave Naoya in the state that he was in. With a sense of determination burning within you, you abandoned your suitcase and began to run back toward the bedroom. Your heart raced faster than necessary as you navigated to where Naoya was. Your mind filled with the memories of the past few months. Despite your initial reluctance to admit your feelings, you knew then that they were real, that they were undeniable.

Dates: July 24, 2018 - Y/N confirms her pregnancy and Naoya's illness begins its final stage.