#glad it's oka though..

[elihermit]

Evan Buckley x female reader

His girlfriend gets into a car crash and he has to try and save her, he goes to the hospital with her and waits by her bedside for her to wake up. She ends up being paralysed from the waist down and when she wakes up and finds out she struggles to cope with it, she has physical therapy to try to regain her strength but she gets upset so buck tries to comfort her and helps her through it, when they get out of hospital he knows this is their new normal and he is positive and tries to support her. Please include lots of angst and fluff 🥹🫶 thank you xx

eternal sunshine

pairing: Evan “Buck” Buckley x fem!reader

summary: After a serious car crash, your lower body is paralyzed. You find it very hard to cope with, but Buck is not going to give up on you. Can you accept it?

word count: 2,4k

author’s note: thanks to an anon for this request, that’s a very special fic indeed, I hope you like it!

p.s. requests are open🫧

“(Y/N), I need you to stay awake. Please try for me, darling.” — you can hear Hen's voice, but it sounds like an echo. It's hard for you to stay conscious, you're gathering all your strength not to fall asleep, even though it sounds very tempting.

“Hen, I don’t feel my legs.” — panic rises in your throat, you feel sick. “Where’s Buck?”

Buck didn't have a shift today, but you were glad that familiar faces came to your rescue. You could trust them and not be afraid if something went wrong.

“We already called him, (Y/N), he’s on his way.” — at the same time, they took you out of that damn car and put you on a stretcher. You still couldn't feel your legs, but honestly, you couldn't feel your whole body. You were so afraid that fear paralyzed you. It’s probably normal.

You were carried to the ambulance, you felt that a couple more minutes and you would pass out. But you need to at least wait for Buck, he'll be so worried if he finds you unconscious.

“(Y/N)!” — you heard Buck's worried voice and felt his touch on your arm. He made it.

“Hey baby, I’m oka-“ — you couldn't finish the sentence, fatigue and fear took over and you blacked out.

You open your eyes already in the hospital. The bright light blinds your eyes and makes your head hurt even more. You didn't know how long you were lying like that, but your body was very numb.

“Hi, my love, welcome back.” — you hear Buck’s voice and turn your head in his direction. He's smiling at you, but his red and puffy eyes said he was crying.

You smile back at him and take his hand. You're just glad that it's finally over and you can recover. You close your eyes for a couple of seconds and exhale. You got out of this alive.

You open your eyes and the smile leaves your lips. You try to move your legs, but nothing works, you don't feel the whole lower part of your body. Panic engulfs your lungs and you start breathing faster.

“Buck, I can’t move my legs.” — your voice breaks and tears fill your eyes. You knew it was a bad sign when you were still at the scene of the accident.

“Shh, baby, you’re fine, breathe with me.” — Buck looks at you with a smile and tries to calm you down.

“I don’t need to breathe, tell me what’s going on.”

He looks at you and goes silent. He had hundreds of scenarios in his head about how he would tell you about it, but seeing how scared and confused you are, he just can't pronounce these words. He doesn't want to disappoint you.

But you didn't need to hear any words, everything was written on his face and it hurt more than any physical pain. A cry came out of your mouth. A terrible cry that turned into a scream. All the pain and all the resentment against yourself for getting in the car that damn day was reflected in this crying. Your whole body was shaking from how much you were crying. You were screaming. Buck pulled you into his arms and just held you. He's never seen you so lost and devastated, but he kept saying you weren't alone.

“Buck, what am I going to do? What are we going to do?” — you were able to tell between sobs.

You felt like you were suffocating and it was all becoming hysterical. Nothing will be the same as before. You'll be a burden, you won't be able to give Buck what you could have given him if you hadn't been paralyzed. Your life will be limited.

“We’re gonna fight, baby. And we will go through this as we have gone through all the difficulties before, okay?” — you shook your head in disagreement and turned away from him.

You can't look into Buck's eyes. You cannot accept that you will change not only your life, but also his. You would like to say that you are ready to fight, but you are not. You weren't ready for this and you don't know when you'll be ready.

“Hey. Hey, look at me.” — he spoke softly and gently turned your head so that you could look at him. “Our best solution is physical therapy. You have every chance to gain your strength and get back on your feet. I've already talked to the doctors, just trust me.”

“But it can take years. I don't want you to waste your years like this.” — it's true, you'd rather let him go than drag him along, you'll be completely dependent on him.

“My years will be wasted if you're not by my side. Not for one second did I think to leave you in this. This is our fight.” — Buck reaches for your lips and leaves the most tender kiss. There is so much care and love in this kiss that you have no choice but to believe him.

4 months later

Your life consists of a hospital and constant physical therapy sessions. You're tired and exhausted, but you've never been the type to give up quickly.

When you felt that you were going off the path and starting to move in the opposite direction, Buck was there to take your hand and put you back on the right path. He was always smiling, supportive, and proud of your little victories more than you are. For you, these were not victories, but reminders that there is still a lot of work ahead.

Today was another physical therapy session and you finally convinced Buck that you'd be fine without him. He did not miss a single session and because of this he could take fewer shifts at work. You knew that he loves his job and that's literally what energizes him better than any coffee, so today you sent him to work.

But Maddie was with you today, Buck couldn't leave you all alone, even though the doctors at the hospital became your family.

Everything was going well, you did the usual exercises, your therapist gave you a massage of the lower extremities between exercises, then you switched to special simulators.

“Look how good you’re doing, your progress is wonderful.” — you heard Maddie behind your back and froze.

It triggered something inside you. All 4 months you tried to be strong, not to show how desperate you are on dark evenings. You didn't want to be pitied, you wanted to be treated without much distinction.

But everyone behaved around you as if you needed to be coddled. They think they're helping you, but it just reminds you of your condition every time.

And you don't see any fucking progress. What are you doing that is so amazing? You don't run, you don't dance, you don't even walk, you just take little clumsy steps. How dare they call it progress.

“Okay, that’s all for today.” — you still had 20 minutes of the session left, but you didn't feel like finishing it.

“Why? Are you in any pain?” — your therapist asked with a concerned look and stood in front of you.

“No, I just don’t want to do it anymore, so don’t push me.” — you said it and clenched your jaw. You could feel anger filling your body and you wanted to get back to your room before you started snapping at everyone.

You heard the door open and saw Buck. What the hell is he doing here? He's supposed to be at work, but instead he's back here and he's going to babysit you.

“How’s my baby doing?” — Buck squatted down to be on the same level with you and gave you the sweetest smile.

“What are you doing here?”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You were so annoyed that you needed to calm down. The last thing you wanted to do was take all your anger out on Buck. He doesn't deserve it, he's the only one who didn't treat you very differently when you got paralyzed.

“I canceled my shift because I couldn't miss your session. I know you said you'd be fine, but I just couldn't.” — he took your hand, kissed your knuckles and looked at you with a loving look.

“We've already finished, help me get to my room.”

When you got to your room, Buck helped you get on the bed. You loved having Buck with you in the evenings because he filled you with that sense of security and confidence. When he had night shifts, it was the most depressing time of your day because you were alone with your thoughts.

“So why did you finish earlier today? I thought you still had 20 minutes of your session when I came.” — lying down on the bed next to you, Buck asked you.

“I didn’t feel like continuing.” — you put your head on his chest and started drawing with your fingers some random stuff on his arm. You always did this when you had a lot of thoughts in your head, but you couldn't formulate them into sentences in any way.

“Why baby? Is something bothering you? You know you can always tell me.” — he’s so sweet, that’s why you don’t deserve him.

“A lot is bothering me, Buck. The expressions on people's faces when they come to me, how everyone tells me about progress and how I've been your burden for 4 months, but you can't admit it.”

You felt tears forming in your eyes. Anger was replaced by sadness, which tore you apart from the inside. It's a feeling of helplessness and complete lack of interest in this fight. You wanted to give up everything, to be alone so that no one else would waste their time on you.

“I can’t admit something that isn’t true, (Y/N). You survived and it's not a burden, but a blessing. I thank the universe for every day with you.” — he pulled you closer to him. How he would like to take away all the pain that's inside you. Buck knew what was going on in your head, so he was always there to reassure you.

“Sometimes I think it would be better if I died than to drag you through something you don't have to go through.” — you whispered it so quietly that you didn't know if Buck had heard. You weren't even sure that you heard your own voice.

Buck's heart broke at those words. You've never been so vulnerable with him, usually you go through even the most difficult events with a big smile and an open heart. But this accident took away a piece of you. You were once cheerful, but now you are completely broken.

“I didn't doubt us for a second. I don't want to spend the rest of my life with someone else, it's always been you.” — Buck put his fingers under your chin and lifted your head so you could look at him. “I know that you don't see progress and it's hard for you to accept that it's moving so slowly. Do you know why you don't see progress? Because every day you are in your body and you don't see yourself from the outside. But I see you. And I see all your efforts and you're doing such a good job, baby.”

“It doesn't feel like enough.”

“But you’re enough in every fucking way. I still see those (y/e/c) eyes that I fell in love with, I still see that smile that immediately makes my day better and I still see that woman I want to call my wife one day.” — Buck kisses your forehead.

“Even when I’m like this?” — you don't know why you're still doubting it, you don't want to lose Buck, but you need these words from him to be sure that you're not dragging him down and he really wants it.

“Like what? An absolutely normal human being? Nothing changed for me and my feelings are still the same too.” — you kiss him. For the first time in 4 months, you felt normal and you fucking loved it.

“Now baby, we will be home in a week, I’m sure familiar walls are going to make you feel better.” — and he kissed you one more time.

A week later, you were at home, your therapist said that you were ready for this and now you will travel to sessions from your home. You don’t need to live in a hospital now. Honestly, you were excited, you were homesick, and you wanted to be in an environment that always made you feel comfortable and safe.

Buck opened the doors to your shared house and said with a smirk:

“Welcome back, babygirl.”

The next thing you saw were your friends, who were joyfully welcoming you back.

“Here’s my girl, finally I will be able to come here on my days off and talk with a smart person.” — Hen had a big smile on her face and hugged you tightly.

“Ouch, I thought I was your one and only, Hen.” — Chim put his hand over his heart as if he had been stabbed. “But seriously, Jee missed her Aunt (Y/N), she’s excited to be babysitted by her favorite person.”

You loved this little girl, so you were always happy to spend time with her when Chim and Maddie were busy.

“Yeah, honestly, I will be back tomorrow, we need to bring back our barbecue parties, I'm craving your signature ribs.” — Eddie made the chef’s kiss.

“I thought I was making the best food, but Eddie hasn't stopped talking about these ribs for 4 months.” — Bobby laughed and came up to you. “Welcome back, (Y/N), we missed you.” — he gave you that fatherly hug that you loved so much.

You looked at Buck and for the first time smiled so sincerely that your cheeks started to hurt. You knew that the path would be long and difficult, but you will definitely cope with it next to your loved ones. A lot has changed, but at the same time nothing has changed, you can still enjoy all the joys that have become a part of you with each of your friends.

Buck came up to you and kissed you. Tears of joy poured from your eyes, right now you realize that you have the strength to cope with these and your relationship with Buck has become even stronger and more sensual.

“I think I can get used to this.” — you said into Buck’s lips. “I love you, thank you for being by my side.”

“Forever and always, I love you.”

One more kiss and this is your new normal.

[urinarythreatinfection]

Hi! Can I request a Sanji fluff fic? Where he's on night duty on a cold night and Y/n brings him a blanket and hot tea (or coffee?) made just for him. They sit and cuddle And everything is just so cute.. (Sorry, I just miss my cat very much and I miss the warmth. (The cat is alive!)) 😭😭😭😭😰😔😔😔😔

Glad your cat is alive dude, saw the missing your cat and was like “Oh shoot dam that sucks.” Still sucks but less if the cat is alive.

Your Love Is My Warmth

Sanji x GN!Reader. Just pure fluff. 826 words

Sanji peppers kisses on your face as you laugh. “I got it, I got it, you’re on night duty. I’ll be okay.” You push him back a bit as he looks at you with sad eyes.

“Are you sure you’ll be oka-”

“Yes, I’ll be okay. I’ll stay warm, okay? You act like these walls are thin, Franky’s an amazing shipwright he wouldn’t just let us freeze. It’s not that cold here, is it?” You motion around the room and Sanji sighs.

“Okay, you’re right.” He hugs you one last time. “I’ll come back immediately once my night shift is done, my love.” With that, he tears himself away from you and leaves the room. You go back to the bed and get inside, it’s comfortable, but not as comfortable as when Sanji is with you. He’ll be here soon though, so it’s okay. That’s what you tell yourself, anyway, but when you try to sleep you start to worry. It was already pretty cold in the day, how cold is it now? The bed is really comfy though… You imagine Sanji, alone, in the cold and freezing sadly, the thought makes you get up. You’ll just check how he’s doing quickly, so you won’t bother him. Getting up, you leave the room. Immediately it’s colder than inside, but not too bad still. It’s when you leave the ship that you realize how cold it is. You’re careful though, spotting Sanji. He seems fine at first, but you notice him shiver a bit, lighting a cigarette to give some warmth.

‘This won’t do, I’m not going to leave him like that.’ With a determination to help your boyfriend, you go back to your room and grab blankets; then head into the kitchen. Coffee.. it would help with keeping him awake, but he’s already smoking. Having just coffee and cigarettes, that’d be pretty sad, so instead you decide to brew him a nice tea. Brook’s taught you how to brew it before, tea isn’t too hard anyway, so you do well. You even remember how Sanji likes it, then you brew a cup for yourself. Now you have two cups of tea and a thick blanket… how are you going to carry this. You carefully wrap the blanket around yourself and tie it, then hold the teacups on a plate. Off you go!

‘Was he really just planning on sucking it up and keeping watch despite the cold?’ You think to yourself as you watch Sanji, then begin to slowly sneak to him. It doesn’t work out though, the moment he senses you he turns.

“Love?” He’s a bit confused for a moment before hurrying over to you. “Why are you out here? It’s cold..!” You both can’t be too loud, crewmates are sleeping.

“Exactly, it’s cold, you didn’t even think to bring something to warm you up? I could've given you a blanket.” He shakes his head at your words.

“Taking a blanket from you? I wouldn’t, you..” He trails off as he notices the tea, staring at it. “Is that.. for me?” You nod and his face flushes. “You made two.” He takes the teacup carefully like it’s an heirloom being passed down to him. “It must’ve been cold then.”

“It wasn’t, I made it because I’m staying out here with you.” You state and he stares at you, eyes slightly wide.

“You don’t have to stay out here with me, I’m going back to the room soon-”

“I’m not doing this for me, baby, I know you’re cold. I’m not letting my boyfriend just suck it up.” You take a sip of your own tea, then sit on the deck. Sanji is frozen for a moment but then quickly goes to you, before he can try and let you have the blanket you wrap it around the both of you. “We can keep eachother warm, so stay close, okay?” He looks at you, adoration and love in his eyes as he cuddles close to you.

“...Okay.” Sanji says quietly, taking a sip of the tea you made for him. It settles in his body, warming it up, but more than anything the fact that you came out here for him makes everything feel warm. His hands that were previously freezing feel cozy now, along with his heart when he was out here alone without you. He would never ask you to do this for him, but you did it. This memory locks its way into his mind as you both stay close to each other, cuddling until the sea around you has never felt more pleasant.

Bonus

“Ugh, lovebirds.” Zoro says, disgusted as you two sit cuddling. You look to him and put a finger to your lips to shush him, the swordsman noticing a sleeping Sanji comfortably resting on you. He looks peaceful, innocent, it makes Zoro huff in a bit of annoyance. ‘Whatever, this is better than him picking a fight, I guess.’

There it is folks, hope you enjoyed it! It was a bit short but I don’t like to force things to be long if they don’t naturally end up that way. Inspiration based, and my inspiration told me to make this short and sweet. Really sorry if this isn't fluffy or cute enough.

[slightly-knot-insane]

Hi! Are you still taking orders or something? If so, I have an idea for you~ For example, a werewolf × a Fox!the reader is like enemies-lovers. Where we tease him all the time, and it really annoys him, ho-ho~

I was listening to a song when I got the inspo for this. It's in Croatian, by a band called Tutti Frutti, and the lyrics go like this (my translation):

Kao srna gonjena preko snijega duboka (Like a pursued doe in the deep snow) Iza moga ramena skloni se od lovaca (Hide from hunters behind my shoulder) S oba oka sklopljena (With both of your eyes closed)

Thank you for the ask! This fic got a bit long so I'll split it in two, I apologize ^^'

Don't You Dare! (part 1)

Monstertober 2024 - day 13 [ Mating / Hunting season ] by @/ozzgin

[ m!werewolf x fox hybrid fem!reader ]

You two grew up together. Since your clans have lived next to each other peacefully sharing a vast forest for many years, that wasn't so unusual. You and Ash were friends when you were kids, but he was too shy and aloof for your teen tastes, and you slowly grew distant.

Today, for the first time, you were tasked of guarding the eastern part of the forest. The hunting season began just a few days ago.

"Ugh, you're so booooring," you complain. "Let's at least play a game."

"We're supposed to be watchful," he retorts.

"You know hunters never come this far so early. It will be a peaceful evening, I just know it. Come on, Ash, truth or dare?" The werewolf huffs and keeps walking in front of you. How dares he ignore you! You take your staff and smack his ass.

Ash jumps from shock and swings his strong arm, ready to strike. With a swift leap backward, you escape him, giggling. When he realizes it was only you teasing him, he growls. He is kinda cute when he's angry. "Don't do that! I could've..."

"What? You're too big and slow for me. Truth or dare, Ash? I'll slap your cute ass until you accept."

His werewolf ears fall behind and he awkwardly rubs the back of his head. With another huff, he continues walking. "Uhh... Truth?"

"Have you ever orally pleased someone?"

He trips and turns toward you in shock. "That's a really private question!"

"That's the game, pup, you know the rules." You loved calling him pup because he was three years younger than you and everyone knows werewolves mature slower than fox hybrids.

He scowls at you but answers, as quietly as he could: "Yes..."

"Oh you're a big man now! Good job, pup, I'm glad you know how to please your partners." He shakes his head and continues walking, faster than before. You run after him. "I choose dare!" You're sure he heard you, but he was quiet for quite a while before asking his question.

"I dare you to—" but he suddenly stops and sniffs the wind. He looks at you and and swallows hard. "D-do you know you're... you're about to..."

Why is he so uncomfortable all of a sudden? "Ash, speak up, I can't hear you!" you shout, impatiently dragging your fox tail across the ground. But the silly big pup in front of you continues being awkward. You can sense he is blushing, even though you can't see that on his canine face. "ASH!"

A rifle blast shuts you up, and a bullet flies dangerously near Ash's face. Hunters!

Instinct immediately kicks in and you start running. You are faster than Ash, but you would never leave him behind. Hunters are apparently too far away because they don't shoot again. Still, your heart is racing, fear and excitement electrifying your blood and also... also...

Oh no.

Your cycle. You're in heat! It's still early and you can focus on other things, but... You need to get to a safe place, quickly.

"Ash, I'm—"

"I know," he immediately replies, checking your surroundings. "There is a waterfall not far from here. The water will hide us and our tracks."

You change direction and very soon you hear the rushing in the bottom of a ravine. Of course, you and Ash have no problem getting down safely and you jump into the shallow stream. It is cold and fast, but walking upstream will confuse your pursuers. Also, you need to warn your clans as soon as possible. Yes, you need to focus on that. Only that. Not on how tall Ash is or how good he smells. Or how you always thought he was smart and sweet. And how you saw him swimming once. Or how you wanted to push your finger into his sheath and see what's inside. Or how... shit.

Your pussy started aching, itching, pulsating from need. You had to press it, rub it, stimulate it somehow or you'll go mad. You squeeze your thighs together, pushing your fist against your entrance, with a weak whimper - and you trip, almost dropping your staff. "Fuck, Ash. I can't hold it."

Ash stops but doesn't help you - he hasn't said a single word the entire time or looked at you. And he was constantly trying to walk upwind from you. "Do it quickly and we'll continue. I'll... keep watch."

That idiot pup. "Ash..." Your voice got a note of urgency. "Don't make me beg."

His ears perk up and he stares at you all big eyed, looking like a virgin doe-eyed buck. You roll your eyes, irritated. "Just my luck - I'm horny as a rabbit, and stuck between rifles and a cherry boy. Maybe rifles will give me..."

You are interrupted by a hand grabbing your throat. The other palm is on your ass squeezing it like a sponge. Ash is in your face, snout almost touching your nose. He is quietly growling, but you feel that tremble in your core.

"You chose dare, didn't you?" he asks you. His palm slides from your ass, follows the roundness of your hips and cups your mound. The tip of his finger immediately finds your aching clit. You gasp. "I dare you not to scream when you cum with my knot inside you."

[ part 2 ]

[evan4ever]

could you write some smut ab evan being jealous?

I Don’t Share

Evan Peters

TW smut smut smut. Pretty dirty. 18+

Let’s just pretend I didn’t just take a 4 month hiatus 🫣. Anyways😅 enjoy! Didn’t proofread btw!

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“Are you always this funny?!” Finn (Wittrock) laughed along side of you, his hands on either side of his head as if you blew his mind. Your own loud laughter filled the dressing room, your head nodding to his question in confidence.

“I…” you start, struggling to catch your breath, “I am, in fact. I find myself to be quite the comedian!” Your laughter simmers to a quieter giggle, your eyes still looking at him confidently. He nods along, agreeing with your statement.

“I believe it! I can’t believe I haven’t sat and visited with you like this before. You really help lighten the mood and take some pressure off.” You smile at his light praise, not thinking anymore into it other than a new friend who happened to find you as funny as you like to think yourself to be.

“I try to stand back and not get in the way. I really enjoy watching Evan in his element. Meeting all of you happens to be a great plus.” You shrug lightly, nonchalantly.

“You’re something else. God, a mood, really! I’m glad I had the chance to finally have a real conversation to you. And not disappointed in the least!” He nudges your arm lightly with his as another string of giggles leaves both of your mouthes.

“I’m glad I could be at your service!” You joke, lifting your chin proudly.

As your conversation with Finn continues over the next hour, Evan frowns in the middle of his scene once again, overhearing it from the distance, causing the scene to be cut.

“Peters?!” The director yells in question. “The hell is your problem? Stay in character, this is the FOURTH time we’ve had to cut a scene for godsake!” Everyone glanced at Evan curiously, though he just lets out a deep breath and nods. “Right. Let’s take a break people!”

Everyone begins filing out for their short break. Even stands watching everyone while his ears zone in on the sounds of yours and Finn’s laughter still filling the whole building. He has no reason to be jealous, he wholeheartedly trusts you, but that pit of burning rage in his stomach can’t be helped. Usually, you’re out here, watching him, laughing with him. Usually, he gets to admire the beautiful sound of your giggles and the stunning sight of your smile. But today, you’re out of his sight, laughing with someone else, someone else admiring you the way he does. And it just doesn’t help that it’s a great coworker of his.

Finally, Evan peels himself from his spot in the middle of the set up and makes his way to the dressing room. The laughter between you and Finn loudens and the jealousy within Evan grows.

Before he marches into the dressing room, Evan manages to stop himself at the door and gather himself enough to make it less noticeable that he’s jealous. He clears his throat and knocks at the door before opening and walking in. Unfortunately, the sigh of you on the couch with Finn next to you, practically on and drooling over you, only furthers his jealously.

“Hey babe!” You grin at Evan, whose eyes are only on Finn. He quickly shoots you a smile before dropping it and clearing his throat, again.

“Hey, y/n, can I steal you for a minute? Got something to show you.” His smiles lessens to a tight lipped grin, and you quickly realize something is off with him. Your once giggling self now serious. You nod to Evan before looking over to Finn who gives you a knowing smile and nod.

Pushing yourself from the couch, you make your way to Evan who guides you past him and out the door, closing it behind him.

“Is everything oka-“

Your quickly cut off by Evan pulling you into a dark room, shutting the door and locking the two of you inside.

You stand in the middle of the small room, the smell of bleach and other cleaning products suggesting it’s the janitors closet, staring at Evan with confusion, what you can see of him on the dark anyways.

“What is up with you?” Your demeanor changes as you cross your arms over your chest and tilt your head to the side with an annoyed look on your face.

All you can make out of him is his body standing before you, still. Until his arms moves behind his head and the sound of scratching suggests he is, awkwardly, itching the back oh his head.

“Evan, seriously, what’s your-“

“Finn.” He interrupts you. You raise your eyebrow, waiting for him to elaborate.

“What about Finn-“

“He was flirting with you!” Evan barks loudly. Taken back, you drop your arms to your side and squint at him trying to see him better but to no avail.

“Jesus, is there not a light in here?!” You huff, turning and moving your hands all over the wall feeling for a light switch. You weren’t trying to divert the statement, but you just didn’t realize that’s what was happening, if it really was.

Through your quick hand movements against the wall, you suddenly feel Evans body move closer to yours, till he was practically against you. Your hands again drop to their sides as you stare into the darkness where Evan is. You can feel the tension, so thick you could cut it with a knife, but fuck was it turning you on. You could hear his deep breaths mixed with yours, feel the heat radiating from his body onto yours, you wanted nothing more than to fall into his lips but it was like you were paralyzed, wondering what was going through his mind.

Your body jolts slightly in surprise as the light suddenly turns on, looking above you and seeing Evans hand releasing the long beaded rope to the single lightbulb on the ceiling. A half chuckle escapes from your lips nervously as you look back to Evan, his dark eyes already peering into you, making the wind feel as if it’s knocked from your lungs.

Not often do you see this side of Evan. He’s a kind, gentle man. Even in bed. If you want it rough, you have to practically beg him because he just isn’t. It isn’t in him, despite what’s seen on TV. He’s an actor, after all. So to see him now, looking so dark and almost cold — it’s different. But damn, does it turn you on like nothing else.

You clear your throat as you attempt to stare him back down, but failing miserably.

“I didn’t know he was flirting with me, Evan.” You glance back to his unfaltering stare before looking away. “Really. He sat down and we just started visiting. I cracked a few jokes because the entire cast seemed on edge. It lightened the mood. That’s all it was to me. If it was more to him, I had no idea.” You explain in all honesty. It was a good time laughing with Finn, but you never looked at it more than a friend and a friend having a good time with a few good laughs.

But Evan didn’t find it funny. And he knows your part is truth, but it doesn’t stop the jealousy on the other end.

You are his, and his only.

After a few more awkward seconds of silence, you groan, shifting from one foot to the other. “Evan, seriously!” You whisper/yell, now finally looking into his eyes as he was yours, but within the second, Evan had you pinned against the closet wall. It had taken you by surprise, a breath drawn in and being held as you piece together what had just happened.

His face was so close to yours now, and all you could do was stare at his perfect, pink lips.

“I don’t share.” Your eyes flicker up to his in surprise at his words. Your lips part to say something but before you had a chance, his own lips crash onto them in a deep, passionate, open-mouthed kiss.

You melt into him, his arms holding you up by your waist now, until you find the strength to slide your arms up his biceps and onto either side of his face pulling him to you more if it were even possible. He allows you to hold onto him, pull on him, whatever it was you wanted to do he’d let you, because he was just as much yours as you were his.

Finally pulling away for some air, he looks back down at you noticing your now perfectly swollen pink lips, a half smile appearing on his own with pride. “I don’t share.” He repeats.

You gaze up at him in awe, a complete desperate mess against his body.

You nod slowly. “I don’t want you to.”

Evan let’s out a deep throaty sigh, quickly grabbing the bottom of your shirt and pulling it up with your sports bra, your arms raising to allow them to slide off you with ease, his hands immediately returning to your waist and gripping it so tightly it almost hurt, and pulling you back into a kiss.

Your hands quickly slide down his body and find the buttons of his jeans, fumbling with in an attempt to get them off him. His hands meet yours as he helps in undoing them and pulling them down enough to give him some freedom before moving to your athletic leggings. His fingers hoop underneath and slide them down your legs, wriggling yourself out of them as well and leaving you bare.

Without hesitation, Evans hand scoop you up from under your thighs and rest you against his waist, the wall helping hold you as well as your legs that wrap around him. His lips quickly meet your neck, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses down to your collar bone.

“I would’ve liked your shirt off..” you hum, your head falling against the wall as you take pleasure in the feeling his lips have against your cold skin. You hear a chuckle from him, smiling slightly at knowing he was feeling less tense about the situation.

Evans head lifts and his eyes meet yours again. He takes a moment to gaze at you, taking in your beauty and rejoicing in the feeling of knowing you felt the same, regardless of the jealousy he had previously endured. His hands lifts from your waist and soothes some stray hairs that had fallen onto your face back before letting it rest gently against your head.

“I love you.” He hums, his thumb caressing over your cheek one onto your temple. You breathe in, enjoying this moment while it lasts, before pulling his face back to yours into soft kiss.

But as quick as the moment came, it went, feeling the kiss deepen into more passion and hunger for each other. Evans hands find your own that we’re holding his face, taking them in his and guiding them against the wall. He slides them up until they’re completely above you both, taking them into one of his hands easily and pressing them hard against it now so you had no chance of moving them.

He parts from you just enough to see what he was doing, your eyes watching his every move carefully and excitedly. He grabs ahold of his erection that had been pressing against your thigh this entire time and strokes it, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling and only turning you on further. It almost hurt how badly your pussy was aching to feel him inside of you.

He finally guides his dick to your entrance, lining it up perfectly and allowing himself to slide into it with ease. Your mouth parts as you moan in unison with him, your head falling back against the wall.

“Fuck…” he hums, “you’re so wet. All for me?” He glances up at you, still in excitement, and you nod quickly, almost aggressively, just ready for him to fuck you.

“Yes, yes” you whimper, attempting to rock your hips for some kind of friction to ease the ache that was still there. “Fuck, please Evan..” you open your eyes and meet his with a desperate pout. Evan grins, his eyebrows raising playfully.

“Please, what?”

You groan quietly. It’s so rare that he makes you beg for him to fuck you, but it was so goddamn hot when he does.

“Please.. please fuck me.” You beg, squeezing your eyes shut as your hips continue their attempt to rock against him for some relief.

“Tell me your mine.” He demands as he pulls out slightly. “Tell me how you only want me to fuck you, that you want Finn to watch so he knows you belong to me.” He’s now almost pulled from you completely, leaving behind a worsening ache and throb in your pussy.

“Fuck Evan! I’m yours! I’m only yours” you take a deep breath trying to control your uneven breathing and trembling, “I want Finn to watch you fuck me so good that he never wants to look at me again” you whine, fulfilling his wishes. You gasp loudly as he thrusts back into you hard, pulling out immediately after.

“Keep going.”

You meet his eyes, surprised with the complete dominance he’s taken right now. And you were happily going to oblige.

“I want Finn to see your cock fucking my dripping cunt so he knows just how wet you make me..” Evan slams himself back into you causing another moan to escape, “I want him to know just how good you make me feel, I want him to know that no one else can fuck me like you do.”

Evan repeats his thrust into you, speeding up with every word that leaves your tongue. His grip on your wrists tighten so much that it’s sure to leave a few marks, but the pain is nonexistent as you disappear into the complete ecstasy feeling that overtakes your body.

“Fuck, yes… I want Finn to watch you make me cum all over your dick.” You moan out, the sound of his hips slapping into yours so loud that surely, everyone has to hear it.

Your legs wrap around his waist tighter as his thrusts grow faster and sloppier. His head falls against your chest, his free hand gripping your waist tightly to keep you in place.

“He’ll know only i can fuck you like this..” Evan repeats your words in a deep groan, his teeth taking your delicate skin on your chest between them and nibbling hard, until a dark purple mark is left. “Only I can mark you when and we’re I want.” He moans, kissing the bruise and resting his forehead against you.

“Fuck yes, don’t stop fucking me Evan” you whimper, your fingers attempting to grip onto his that are still holding them. “I want you to make me cum so good that he can hear it from in here.” You beg.

He grins against your skin, releasing your waist and letting his hand find its way between your bodies until it stops on your clit. He quickly starts circling it with his thumb, your mouth parting in a gasp and your body jolting at the new overpowering sensation.

“Oh right there, yes Evan, fuck!” You whimper put more moans, Evan moaning at the beautiful sounds you make and speeding both his thrusts and his thumb up to help you reach your high. “Oh god, I’m gonna cum” you nod to him as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten more and more with every move he makes.

With one final hard thrust, you crumble into him as your orgasm takes over your body, a long string of moans filling the small closet as your high makes Evan reach his, pulling out and stroking his dick to ride his out, his thumb working on your clit to ride yours out.

As your moans quiet, your legs shake as they attempt to keep themselves wrapped around his waist. Evan slowly releases your wrists from above your head and carefully helps you stand, his hands holding your waist again for support as you catch your breath. You lean yourself back into the wall, lazily smiling up at him as you watch him tuck himself back into his boxers and jeans.

He glanced at you as you watch him on awe and shoots you a nearly embarrassed smile before reaching down for your clothing. He hands your shirt and bra to you before bending down and opening one pant leg and letting you hold onto him as you slip your foot into it, then he opens the other pant leg and slides them up onto your waist. You take a moment to put your shirt on, then lean back into the wall as you stare at each other.

“I’m not sure where that came from..”

“It was hot.” You cut him off. He blinks a few times, his cheeks reddening before pulling you to him into a hug. Your arms wrap around him gently but tightly.

“You never have to worry where my head or heart is at Evan,” you reassure him, feeling him nod into the crook of your neck. “There is not one person on this planet that could ever make me want to give you up. You’re all I could ever want.”

You hear him sigh, feeling his body relax more into your hold.

You hug each other for a few more minutes before finally pulling away, meeting the others eyes.

Evan clears his throat and looks around the room. “Um, I’m pretty sure the whole studio heard us so… sorry for what’s to come when he walk out.”

You press your lips together tightly trying to hide the embarrassed smile, but nod firmly and take ahold of his hand in yours.

“We walk out confidently.” You state, glancing up at him as he tries to stifle the laugh, only making you giggle with him.

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Last Embrace

A/N: I am so sorry for not posting the last couple of months, I've had the worst bloody writers block. I know how much y'all like the Ghost fics so I hope you guys enjoy this! This one's a bit sad, even though angst isn't my strong suit, I really liked writing this and I think it turned out okay.

Just a disclaimer, I know nothing about the military and even less about dying so just let me know of any inaccuracies and I'll fix em.

WARNINGS: blood, mentions of guns and bullet wounds, normal war shenanigans, death (Let me know if I'm missing anything.)

During a mission, everything took a turn for the worse. Ghost urgently gave the order for everyone to evacuate, swiftly conducting a head count, only to realize that Y/N was missing. Filled with concern, he called out for him over the radio. "C/S? C/S, how copy?" Ghost's grip tightened on the radio at the lack of a response. "C/S?! Y/N, what's your position?"

Worry builds deep in Ghost's stomach, an almost nausea-like feeling coursing through him as he speaks through the radio once more. "Y/N. Y/N! I need your location!"

Y/N groans as he hears a loud ringing in his ears, one that fills his mind and brings an ache to his head. His eyes remain shut as he tries to ground himself, though the sound of a familiar voice in his left ear makes his lids slowly blink open.

Though his vision is blurry and everything feels fuzzy, Y/N places a hand on his shoulder and clicks the button on the radio. "Ghost? That you?" Y/N's strained and weak voice makes Ghost sigh in relief. "Ah fuck. Thank god, Y/N." Ghost's voice calms down as he speaks again, his voice stern as he tries to get an answer out of the other man.

"Where are you, Y/N?"

Y/N groans as he tries to look around, his vision still blurred enough to not be able to see anything in detail, he had little to no memory of what he'd been doing before, and the visible bright white walls and floor made him want to close his eyes again. Y/N speaks up once more, his voice holding a slight amusement. "Don't know.. I can't see properly. I'm inside a building, though."

Ghost seems to feel slightly more at ease once he hears Y/N speak, he was glad the man was okay enough to be able to smile through his pain. "Can you see anything? Anything at all?" Ghost looks around at the buildings in the area, Y/N could be anywhere.

"White walls and floors.. I can't make out anything else, though... That help at all?"

Y/N lets his body press against the cold wall behind him, relishing in the relaxing chill shooting through his body. He starts to take a few deep breaths as he tries to keep himself stable, slowly looking around the bare walls, the paint cracked and peeling. His vision gets torn away though, the bright lights starting to flicker, the hall flashing from eerily dark to painfully bright.

An annoying buzz was audible as the light stopped blinking, remaining on. Y/N could see debris on the ground, he wasn't surprised, this was a warzone after all. Y/N slowly closes his eyes, letting himself relax.

Though the feeling of a sharp pain makes his eyes shoot open, a pained noise escapes the man as he looks down at his body. His eyes widened as his gaze trailed down; the only thing he could make out was blood–blood covering his abdomen, blood covering his hands, and blood covering the floor.

Shit.

"Yeah, that helps, Y/N. I'll be there soon, you stay there, alright?" Ghost's voice was gentle, like he was trying to keep the man at ease. But Y/N wasn't listening, his eyes were too focused on the bloody mess in front of him. Y/N's throat starts to close up, the intense smell of the blood making him feel sick.

He brings his hands to the wound, pulling his warm, sticky, blood-soaked shirt up as he tries his best to judge the severity of it. His heart drops as he sees multiple bullet holes piercing his skin, cringing at the amount of blood still escaping him. He was hit with a sudden realization.

"Y/N, you still with me? I'm not far, just stay alive f'me, okay?"

"Ghost.. I don't think I'm gonna make it.."

Ghost's body fills with dread, his heart aching at the sound of Y/N's discouraged and afraid voice. Ghost shakes his head, trying to sprint even faster, his breathing ragged as he speaks through the radio. "Shut it. You're gonna be alright. I'm gonna make it to you, and then we're gonna get you out of here. Alive."

Ghost tries to keep his tone confident, but the shake in his voice shows just how worried he was. He knew that he had to make it there quickly if he wanted the best chance at saving Y/N. His words were rushed as he repeated himself, wanting to hear that Y/N believed him. "Do I make myself clear? I'm getting you out of here alive."

Y/N can't help but slowly shake his head to himself, he could see his wound, he could see how quickly he was losing blood, he could feel the way his body was slowly going numb. His breaths escape him at an uneven pace, his heart racing as he comes to terms with the situation. "Ghost.. I'm losing too much blood. I can't.."

"Yes, yes, you can. You will survive Y/N, I know you will. You have to.."

Ghost ran, ran like he's never done before. He couldn't lose Y/N, not now, not like this. The building was in sight, he was so close to being with Y/N, being able to help him, save him. Ghost could feel the burn in his legs and his lungs and the hard thumping of his pulsing heart. The dry feeling in his throat makes him want to take a breath, but he doesn't stop running, not for a second.

As Ghost ran into the building, Y/N could hear him, his loud footsteps echoing against the bare halls. "I'm here, can you tell me exactly where you are?" Y/N could hear Ghost's urgent yet puffed out voice from both the radio and from the right side of the building, the sound not too far away.

"I can hear you, Ghost.. You're to my right." Y/N's voice was the opposite of Ghost's, he tried to keep his voice as calm as he could, and the strain already being put on his body by the wound, made it impossible to speak any louder without putting himself in even more pain.

"Okay, just.. Just stay there. I'm nearly there, you're gonna be okay."

Y/N's eyes drift to the right side of the building, hearing Ghost's heavy footsteps hitting against the ground. A small and pained smile forms on Y/N's face as he sees the masked man come into sight, watching as he quickly rushes towards him.

A feeling of relief swarms through Ghost's body as he sees Y/N sitting against one of the walls, though the condition the other man was in made his worry come right back. He quickly makes it to Y/N, dropping to his knees as he brings his hands to Y/N's body. "Y/N.. Fuck..." He can't help but take a second to look into Y/N's eyes, his own brown ones showing extreme vulnerability, a look of pure fear.

Y/N lets out a dry and painful sounding chuckle, trying to ease Ghost a little. "Mhm.. it's me." Y/N brings one of his shaky and bloodied hands up, letting it just hover over Ghost's covered cheek, not wanting to get his blood all over Ghost's mask. Ghost doesn't seem to care though, letting his face gently push into Y/N's hand.

Ghost lets out a shaky breath as he feels Y/N's hand against his face. "You're.. You're gonna be okay.. I'm gonna get you out of here, alright? I promise." Y/N gently shakes his head, his small smile faltering as he pulls his other arm away from his wound.

Ghost's eyebrows furrow as he sees Y/N's reaction to his words, but before he can speak, his eyes move down to where Y/N had moved his arm from. Ghost feels his heart shatter as the sight, multiple bullet wounds scattered across his abdomen, blood slowly seeping from each one.

Ghost shakes his head, almost frantically as he brings both hands to the wound, trying to stop the bleeding with his gloved palms. All he manages to achieve though is flooding Y/N's body in pain, evident by the startled cries leaving the injured man.

"Fuck.. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Just let me stop the bleeding, let me.."

Ghost's panicky voice trails off as he sees Y/N's wounds only bleeding more aggressively at his touch. He shakes his head, looking down at the other man's body as he keeps his hands on the wound. The blood soaks through Ghost's gloves, the warm and gory liquid uncomfortably sticking to his skin.

Y/N's hands instinctively reach Ghost's wrists, pulling the other man's hands away. "Fuck! Stop.. stop, Ghost." Y/N's grip was weak and his body had little to no strength now. Ghost slowly pulls his own shaky hands away. "I'm sorry.. I just.. you're gonna be okay, I'm gonna find some way to stop the bleeding, and then we'll.. we'll go back home. We're gonna-".

"Simon."

Ghost's mouth shuts at the use of his real name, an audible gulp being heard. His eyes trail back up to look into Y/N's, the look the other man gave him only made his heart sink, he felt like his world was falling apart. "Please.. we both know I'm not making it out of here.. just-"

"You are. You're going to make it out of here. Shut up with that nonsense." Ghost doesn't want to hear it, he refuses to hear it, to acknowledge it.. to accept it. He tried to keep his voice stern but the tremble that grew with each word made it obvious he wasn't all too hopeful either.

He slowly pulls his hands out of Y/N's grasp, bringing them back down to the surrounding area of the wound, his quivering fingers gently trailed over the scarred skin. He pulled off his gloves, using his bare hands to touch Y/N.

"You.. you can't... You're all I have left.."

Ghost's voice softened, his words paining him as they left his mouth. Y/N rests his hand back onto Ghost's mask, sliding it slightly down as he slips a couple fingers underneath the mask. The injured man remains silent, afraid of the emotion that'll leave him if he dared to speak up.

Ghost feels Y/N's fingers slide underneath the mask, a warm feeling bubbling in his stomach. He brings one of his bare palms to Y/N's hand, holding it in place before slowly, cautiously, pulling his mask over and off his head.

The sight of the rugged man made Y/N meekly smile, his heart fluttering at the long-awaited reveal of the subject of his attraction. He had been into Ghost for quite a while, and he always had a suspicion that Ghost felt the same. It was almost a silent understanding between both men, never outwardly speaking of their true feelings yet knowing they felt them.

Ghost looks down, his eyes falling shut as his grip on the other man's hand tightens, holding him closer against his now bare face. He didn't care for the blood the other man's hand was rubbing onto his skin, he needed this, he needed the Y/N's gentle touch.

"Thank you.." Ghost slowly opened his eyes at the other man's pained voice, watching as Y/N slumps further down the wall, groaning at the pressure it relieved from his wounds.

Y/N lets out a small hum at the feeling of the cold floor pressing against his back, a stark contrast to the warm liquid pouring out the front of him.

Ghost slightly shakes his head, a small smile on his face as he questions the other man. "What are you doing?" The other man signals for Ghost to come closer, his voice strained but trying to keep it sounding as optimistic as he could despite the situation.

"Getting comfortable.. Come here."

Ghost does just that, shuffling closer to the man that was now laying flat on the ground, looking down at him, his eyebrows furrowing as he takes in the man's appearance. One of Y/N's weak hands moves to Ghost's arm, gently pulling him even closer.

"Sit down, relax." Y/N was oddly calm despite the situation, despite knowing his undeniable fate. "Relax? How am I supposed to-" Y/N tugs at Ghost's arm, interrupting him. "Please." The desperation in Y/N's voice made Ghost's stomach wrench, he silently sat beside him, bringing his hands to hold onto Y/N's.

Y/N gratefully hums, his eyes looking over the other man before making a request, pleading evident in his tone. "Think you could hold me..? Jus' for a bit?" Ghost nodded, carefully wrapping his arms around Y/N's shoulders, gently pulling him into his arms.

His senses were heightened, he could feel everything, the warm blood starting to soak through his own shirt and the shake in Y/N's body. The rough and cold hands of the other man, weakly wrapped over whatever part of Ghost he could reach. Y/N lays in his arms, weak and helpless, his skin losing colour and his body shaking more rapidly...

For the first time that evening, Ghost came to terms with what was going to happen, he couldn't deny it any longer, not when it was so obvious. His eyes tear up, his heart thumping louder as all he can do is pull Y/N closer, hold the injured man in his arms as he wishes for this to just be some twisted nightmare.

He couldn't keep himself calm anymore, waves of emotions crashing onto him, flooding his mind and filling his body with unease. His grip tightened, the fabric of Y/N's clothes balling up in his fists, he just pulled him closer, not wanting to let him go, not now, not ever.

"Hey.. Simon."

Y/N looks up at the man holding him, watching as he struggles to hold in the tears his body so desperately wants to let fall. Y/N's cold fingers trace along Ghost's cheek, pulling his face a little closer, his voice quieter and more strained than before. "It's gonna be okay.."

Though the injured man was smiling in a way to comfort Ghost, his true feelings were obvious. His eyes held fear, a fear Ghost had never seen on the usually optimistic man before.

He knew he had to be strong, he knew that whatever fear he felt right now, Y/N was feeling tenfold. He took deep breaths, trying to gather himself. He felt his throat close up, he couldn't speak, not without breaking down completely, he could only nod in reply. He brought a trembling hand down to Y/N's face, his rough fingers caressing the skin with a softness Ghost didn't know he was capable of.

Y/N closed his eyes, humming at the gentle touch, and the contrasting feeling of Ghost's warm hand pressing against his chilled cheek. His presence was comforting, it almost felt like he was cuddled up against a cosy fireplace, like the flames were crackling in front of him and leaving warm kisses on his cheek.

It was a nice thought, a nice feeling, but it seemed like the pain in his abdomen did anything it could to bring Y/N out of his calming mindset. It felt like his body was on fire, but also like he had been out in the cold for days. His feet were numb now and he could feel the way his legs and fingertips also started to lose their senses.

He looked up at Ghost, tears had started to form in his own eyes, ones that were impossible to hide. "I'm scared.. you'll be here.. right? Please.. don't let me go, not yet.." His voice was faint, filled with an uneasy panic. Ghost started to nod, bringing his face closer down, letting his lips press against Y/N's cold forehead.

"..yes, yes.. I'll be r-right here. I'm not moving.. I'm not letting you go..."

Y/N closes his eyes, his head falling to the side slightly as he sighs. "Y'know.. I always looked up to you, Simon.." He leans his head deep into Ghost's chest, his tears slowly falling as he feels his body go numb. He had lost all feeling in his arms and legs, even the ache in his abdomen had started to ease. Ghost shakes his head slowly, biting his lower lip in an attempt to hold in the sobs he so desperately wanted to let go.

"I love you, Simon."

Ghost pulled Y/N closer, letting out quiet, choked sounds. He felt Y/N's body start to go limp in his arms, his hands desperately pulling at the other man's body to hold him in a comforting embrace. "I.. I love you too... Fuck.. don't do this to me.."

"I'm sorry.." Y/N moves his head, digging his face further into the other man's chest. All he could smell and hear was Ghost, the man he had grown so attached to. It brought him some comfort, knowing he would be dying in Ghost's arms, not alone. "Forgive me.."

"Always, Y/N.. always.."

Y/N lets out a weak hum, slightly nodding his head as his body relaxes in Ghost's arms, his head now starting to fall limp, being too heavy for Y/N to move. "..thank you..." Y/N's voice was barely audible, his mumble causing Ghost's heart to shatter.

"Always.. a-always... I-I'm here.. always..."

Ghost cradled the dying man in his arms, soothingly whispering as he slowly swayed his body side to side. "It's okay.. It's okay... You're safe.. you're safe with me.." Y/N's voice was practically inaudible as he tried to mumble back to the other man, his incoherent slurs trailing off into silence.

Ghost felt as if his whole world was crashing down right before his eyes. He could only pull Y/N closer, continuing to cradle the fallen soldier. His movements became a little more frantic as he rocked their bodies, his fingers clawing at Y/N's cold skin.

"Shit- I'm so sorry... I-It's okay.. It's gonna be okay.. It's gonna be okay..."

He whispered into the other man's ear, his voice broken as he felt the tears he had been suppressing, finally fall freely. His words started as a means to comfort his dying partner, but it seemed like he was only trying to convince himself now. He mumbled a mantra of 'It's okay' and 'I love you', the words just tumbling out without his control.

His body trembled, his throat letting out more choked sobs now than it had in the last 10 years, his eyes were screwed shut, his head dug into Y/N's frozen neck. His hands tried their best to pull Y/N's limp head up, his tears pouring down his bloody cheeks as the other man's head just dropped back down.

If only he made it there sooner, if only he was there to protect him; none of this would've happened. He wouldn't be here, holding the corpse of the man that showed him what it was like to be alive, how to feel, how to love. The one person that had been able to break down his walls and make him feel human again.

It felt like hours, hours of cradling his deceased lover in his arms like a child, hours of sobbing and mourning the one person that brought light into this cruel world.

"Ghost? Do you copy?"

Ghost heard the static of his radio before the familiar voice of his Captain rung through his ears. "Ghost?" Ghost's teeth grit as he hesitantly brought his hand to the radio on his shoulder, forcefully composing himself before clicking the button. "I'm here." He looked down at the deceased man in his arms, hugging him close as his body threatened to break down once more.

"Evac's here, did you reach C/S?"

Ghost lets out a shaky breath, his fingers shaking as he grips the radio. "C/S's.. C/S's been KIA." His hand falls from the radio, his blood-stained fingers gently caressing Y/N's cold cheek, gently pulling his face closer. Ghost couldn't help but admire the other man, his eyes closed and his eyebrows relaxed. His lips were tugged into a small smile, his skin devoid of its usual colour. He looked.. peaceful.

There was a few seconds of silence from the other line before it was cut by Price's voice once more. "I'm sorry, Ghost." Ghost placed a soft kiss on Y/N's bloody forehead, speaking through the radio one last time, leaving no room for argument. "I'll be there in a few, I'm takin' him with me."

Ghost snatched his mask from the floor beside him, pulling it on before scooping Y/N into his arms. He lifted him up, holding his limp body against his chest as he whispered. "It's gonna be okay.. I've got you.." He held the man tightly, his eyes glancing down at Y/N's motionless figure every few steps he took.

"I've got you..."

A/N: Could you tell I struggled ending this? I won't lie, I teared up a couple times while writing this, I think this might be the saddest thing I've written. Any and all feedback is greatly appreciated, especially since I'm still not too familiar with Ghost's personality. This is also my longest fic ever, about 3.4k words!

Also a big thank you for over 400 followers, we're so appreciative of all your support!

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thank u for all ur hardwork, ur writing is great!! can u write where u get hurt in a fight and the dreamies are the ones taking care of u after please?

they take care of you after you got into a fight

bf!nct dream

a/n ; I feel like for some of them I went more into detail of how you tell them you got into a fight… but there is still the caring aspect! went off track but never the less i hope this is somewhat what you wanted <3

mark

you had promised mark you would meet him at the cafe, so despite everything, you did. you approached him with a bandaged hand and walking at a rather slow pace. he was confused by this, since you were perfectly fine last night when he saw you. he decided to meet you half way, bringing you to a stop in the middle of the cafe.

“hey, what’s wrong?”

“kinda… got hurt.” you say, figuring maybe it wasn’t a good idea to tell him that you got into a fight.

his eyebrows knitted together but he accepted that maybe you just fell or something.

but as you two sit in the corner of the cafe slowly sipping your drinks that mark had ordered prior to you arriving, you end up bringing up what happened.

“you know that… one boy who kept bothering me?” “yeah?” “yeah… I punched him.” “oka- wait what?!” man is shocked and all of the above.

“we got into a huge fight and I had to get pulled away because I was beating his ass up.” you smiled but mark just stared at you.

“are you okay?”

“yeah I think so, just a couple bad bruises and sore knuckles but I think that’s it. I’m okay.”

“dude… you should’ve called me. I know you can handle it by yourself and you did but when you got pulled away I would’ve jumped in and continued!”

you both leave the cafe after finishing your drinks and he takes you back to his place and makes you sit on the couch with an ice pack on your knuckles as he inspects every injury you gathered, cleaning any injuries that could be dirty / open wounds like cuts.

renjun

he was against physically fighting, but this time, he wasn’t. this one girl had been awful to you practically all year long. she shoved you around and spoke horribly about you.

so when you facetimed him out of nowhere, with a bloody lip and a bright smile, he knew what happened.

“did you get her ass?”

“I GOT HER SOOO GOOD! but I have a few cuts from falling over, can we meet up?”

he was instantly on his way, stopping by a store to get some bandaids.

once he was in your apartment he was looking around all over for you until he got to the bathroom where he saw you sitting on the counter, swinging your legs as you looked at him. he laughed and placed the bandaids down, grabbing a fresh cloth to clean your wounds for you.

you go into detail about the whole story, explaining how she started it and for once you didn’t back down. even though renjun told you not to get into fights, he was rather proud of you for this one.

jeno

this man had been bothering you all evening as you and jeno were just trying to enjoy an evening with friends at the bar. the man touched your arm so you threw your elbow back into his stomach. jeno was shocked at fast this turned into a physical fight. he grabbed your waist and pulled you away from the angry man once he saw security coming.

“you should’ve let me-“ “I don’t want you going to jail, let’s go!” you both leave the bar and sit on the sidewalk. you examine your hands as they hurt pretty bad. jeno took your hands into his and looked at them, seeing that they were definitely going to start slowly bruising up and were currently really red.

he pressed kisses onto your knuckles and held your hand gently in his as he kept walking, planning to take you back home to put an ice pack on your knuckles.

“I’m glad you’re okay, I never knew you could fight like that baby.”

“yeah, so don’t make me mad jeno.”

he laughed at you, leaning into to kiss your head, “you would never.”

haechan

he was the one filming actually. the fight was one of those fights where it was just building up over the course of a few days until it finally burst and someone throws a punch.

at first you were shocked, but instantly you started fighting back. haechan whips out his camera, wanting to film this so you can see it later.

though once the fight ended and you were back at home haechan completely switched on you and he picked you up and sit you down on the counter. “don’t get into unnecessary fights.” “haechan you literally were filming it.” “yes I was but still don’t get into fights like that, because now look! my baby is hurt.”

he takes a while to help you clean your wounds and bandage them because he keeps giving you kisses and ‘scolding’ you.

“I’m proud baby, you fight really well.” he says making you laugh at how quick his opinion is changing.

jaemin

as you walked into the room, hiding your hands in your pockets and with your face down, he was immediately eyeing you. “what’s wrong?” he asks as he sits up straight and spins in his chair to face you completely. you’re at the closet, grabbing some clothes to change into.

“nothing, I’m going to shower.”

he gets up from his chair and approaches you, standing in front you. you didn’t look at him, still trying to avoid him seeing your face which had a bruise and a cut from the girls ring.

he placed his fingers on your chin and lifted it up, and at this point you figured you might as well just let him see it.

he gasped aloud, his eyes widening as he quickly grabbed your hand and took you to the bathroom.

“ow.. my hand jaemin.” he left go as soon as you said that and looked at your hand.

“oh my god…” he muttered under his breath as he looked at the red bruising knuckles. “what happened?”

“I got into a fight… she’s looking worse than me right now!”

“not something to be happy about.” he said, looking at you with a stern glare. you sat on the edge of the bathtub as he cleaned your wounds for you and out bandaids on them.

he holds your face in between his hands and presses a kiss to your forehead. “don’t get into fights, love.”

“I’ll try not too… but trust me she deserved it.” he could only roll his eyes with a scoff at that.

chenle

you walked into his apartment, dressed completely different to how you left his apartment earlier that morning.

“you changed? why?”

“oh… my pants got dirty so I went home before coming here.”

you catch his eyes briefly as you walk past and instantly knew he would pick up that something was wrong very quickly.

you came back over to his to watch a movie together since you had planned this last night and had no legit reason to cancel, you couldn’t just not show up.

you also didn’t want to tell him you got into a physical fight with someone and how your stomach hurt really bad and your knees still hurt from when you had fallen over.

“what’s wrong?” he asks about the minutes into the movie.

“what?”

“you’re holding your stomach.. did you eat something bad?”

“oh- uh yeah.”

he glares his eyes at you, not believing a word coming from your mouth.

“don’t lie what happened?”

he is sitting next to you on the couch, the movie long forgotten as you eventually confess about the physical fight.

chenle insists on seeing all your wounds, he insists that he checks your whole body and helps apply any needed treatment onto them for you. he gives you panadol and pulls you into his arms when you’re back seated onto the couch. his hands playing with your hair, “just tell me next time, I’ll go help you immediately.”

jisung

you walked into his apartment fuming with anger. “park jisung you won’t BELIEVE!!! what happened!”

he is up on his feet rushing to where you were standing. he eyes you up and down, red and beaten up hand, knees dirty and bleeding from cuts grazes and tear stained cheeks from obvious crying.

“oh my god come with me.”

he is scared to touch you in any way incase you’re injured there, so he just gestures you to the bathroom as you stomp your way over. you sit on the edge of the bathtub as he pulls out his little kit of bandaids. he grabs a clean cloth and drenches it in water as he listens to your crazed rants.

“she said that to me! right to my face! I’m surprised I didn’t punch her right then and there honestly.” 
he is nodding and humming in agreement with your words as you gradually lose the anger and get more upset over the situation.

he finishes helping you clean up and puts bandaids on you where needed and looks up at your face. you’re just silently watching him, tears in your eyes.

he pulls you into a hug, still being extremely careful with your body since you haven’t told him where you got hurt except for the obvious visible injuries. he might cry a little with you if you break down crying. just seeing you upset upsets him! especially if you’re hurt.

[jokertrap-ran]

[Yume100 x Kuroshitsuji Memory Piece] 5★ 夢世界の冬: Winter in the Land of Dreams Translation

The Princes of the Country of Four Seasons invite Sebastian and Ciel to a special tea ceremony in Hourai. As time passes peacefully… What are Ciel’s thoughts on the matter as Oka, Hikage, Kaede, and Toya share their daily life experiences as well as their thoughts on the Princess of Traumere?

*Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut

In the Country of Four Seasons, Hourai.

Bright, warm, sunlight shines down upon the lands, almost as if celebrating the disappearance of the Reanimated Corpses.

Oka: Earl Ciel Phantomhive. I humbly thank you again for saving this Country. I cannot bear to imagine what would've happened if it weren't for your timely intervention.

Toya: We offer you our sincerest thanks. This is but a small token of our appreciation that we've managed to put together on such short notice.

Ciel was going to be heading to the Country of Koubai tomorrow in pursuit of the Reanimated Corpses.

Ciel: No need to thank me. That monster was something that came from my world in the first place.   Ciel: Hence, there was no need to hold this event either.

The mystery of the Reanimated Corpses and a promising lead on how to get home…

Ciel thought that perhaps he could glean some tidbits of useful information by participating in a tea ceremony attended by the influential members of the royal families.

Hikage: It's so warm today that you'd never guess that it's the middle of winter right now! Heck, a swim sounds good!

Kaede: Don't be daft. Although… I suppose idiots can't catch colds.

Hikage: Come again!?   Oka: Both of you! You're before our guests right now! Besides, you should refrain from doing things that bring a smile to Toya’s face…

Toya: Heh, I can't believe you're chiding them again.

The princes’ peaceful day was unfolding before Ciel’s very eyes.

Sebastian: Your tea, Young Master.

Sabastian skillfully slides another cup of tea before the young Earl.

The pleasant aroma of Horai’s renowned high-quality tea wafted in the air, but Ciel's expression remained as sullen as ever.

Hikage: But, man! Your butler’s on a whole other level! What was his name again? Sebastian? 

Hikage: He's crazy strong, and the tea he brews is a delight on the taste buds!

Kadae: Even my attendant was surprised, and wondered just how he managed to make tea taste so good.

Sebastian: I'm humbled to hear that.

Oka: I feel a tad ashamed as the host since my skills pale in comparison to his…

Ciel: Don't take it to heart. He's my butler, and he's simply following orders.

Ciel: …Looks like we've come up empty.

Toya: Is something the matter?

Ciel: No, everything's fine.

Time passed peacefully for a while before Ciel sighed again.

Hikage: Say, is (Y/n) reaching anytime soon?

Oka: One of my attendants informed me earlier that she was having some trouble getting dressed in her kimono.

Kaede: I see. I can already imagine her running around in a panic.

Oka: Hehe, well that certainly does sound like something she'd do.

Toya: Yup. The incident with the Reanimated Corpses was a terrible disaster, but… I'm glad we got to meet her.

Ciel: …

Ciel was still unable to comprehend just how this girl was the one standing at the crux of this world.

An average Jane who was nothing like a princess…  He wouldn't have believed it either if he hadn't witnessed her mysterious powers first-hand.

Ciel: All of you seem to hold the Princess of Traumere in high regard.

Hikage: High regard? Well… I guess. She's amazing!

Ciel: …?

Hikage: No, I mean — (Y/n) usually prioritizes the needs of others over her own all the time!

Oka: Indeed. More often than not, she's the one who ends up getting hurt due to how much she sympathizes with others.

Kaede: You'll never be able to guess just by looking at her, though…

Toya: She was really worried for me back when I was unable to smile…

Oka: That being said, she never fails to show us just how important kindness is.

Hikage: That's right! And that's why everyone smiles whenever they see her!

Ciel: …

Now, Ciel had moved on from his initial astonishment as sparks of irritation began to flicker into life within his heart.

Ciel: No one would ever put themselves out there like that.

People only used others as stepping stones, just like how Ciel was trying to use the Princes for his own gains.

Ciel: No matter how you try to gloss it over with pretty words or looks alike, ultimately, everyone only does things to serve their personal benefits…

Ciel: That's just how people are…

Sebastian: …

Sebastian watched the scene unfold before him with a small smile playing on his lips 

However, the tense atmosphere only lasted a little more than a split second…

Hikage: Yeah, and that's why she's so amazing.

Hikage’s clear voice cuts through the tension, allowing the peaceful atmosphere to trickle in once more.

Ciel: Huh?

Hikage: Because that's just how she is! It's fun to be around her, and she's always there to lend a helping hand if anything does happen!

Oka: Heh, I'm of the same mind as well.

Kaede: She does say it with such innocence after all — how she loves the smiles on the faces of others around her…

Toya: But the same can be said for us too… We want her to keep smiling, always.

Ciel: Like I said, people like that-

Hikage: Rather than that- Hey, Ciel!

Hikage: Why don't we go for a walk? This place boasts some breathtaking scenery! You should take some time to enjoy it since you've come all the way here!

Unable to retort to that and feeling slightly drained, Ciel could only back down.

Ciel: …Sebastian. It's winter now, isn't it?

Sebastian: Yes. It is currently winter in this world and in this country right now.

Ciel: I see … It seems like their world is truly on a different level compared to ours.

Ciel: Hence why their winters are so warm.

Looking at the gentle rays of the sun that trickled down from the heavens, Ciel closed his eyes, smiling ever so slightly.

The END

[1moreff-creator]

I remember you saying that Tsuno and Okazaki are your favorites from Tetro. How are you feeling, FF :3

Spoilers for TDRP CH3. CW: Murder, Okazaki.

I, for one, am feeling delighted on one hand and kinda sad on the other, as you can probably imagine! I can’t be too upset though, since I’m used to my favorites dying in general, but in Tetro especially. Sasaki was my favorite in CH1. Oka and Chiba competed for my favorite status in CH2. And now Oka and Tsuno were my favorites in CH3. I haven’t decided who is my favorite of the people still alive, but Hiroaki, Tamba and Yanagi are on thin ice (pun intended for Yanagi).

In particular, I’m not upset at all about Oka’s death. I think you put it best in some of your posts: she wasn’t gonna last forever, so I just wanted her to go out with a bang, and she went out with the equivalent of a nuclear blast. Her supervillain reveal is probably my favorite scene in all of Tetro, I can’t immediately think of any other that matches up to it in my books. Just completely unhinged behavior after what was probably my favorite trial so far, which is impressive given the whole “CH3 curse” canon dangan usually had.

She was just extremely entertaining, what can I say? Her insults, her taunts, her crazy beef with Tsuno, everyone’s reactions, all simply peak. And I know this might seem like a weird thing to focus on, but her background music is lovely. One of my main gripes with the Tetro format (and this is just personal preference, don’t take it as criticism because it isn’t) is the lack of bg music, so of course I’m glad my fave gets her own theme. Monarch shit.

And, come on. How often is it that both of your favorites have a storyline connection as peculiar as the whole “nemesis” thing these two had going on? Like, it’s genuinely awesome, and the fact that it’s completely one-sided just makes it better! I kinda wish we could have seen Tsuno’s reaction to this, because holy hell. How would you even react to this???

Oh, and the Watari thing. I’ve always been a sucker for terribly evil characters who have a soft spot for a nice person. Watari’s despair while Oka’s having the time of her life is genuinely awesome, and Oka clearly liking the time she spent with Watari is fun.

I do feel like I’m missing stuff, though? Like, I‘ve seen some analysis in Tumblr about Oka’s backstory which I assume is revealed in Staffside, because I have no idea what these people are talking about but it sounds cool. I really- I gotta read Staffside, I think, it’s getting critical by now.

Oh yeah, btw. Oka’s Yonekura’s kid! Since I haven’t read Staffside, that only tells me something about Dr Yonekura and not so much Oka. I will thank Oka for Dr Yonekura dropping one of my favorite lines in Tetro, though. “[Does your daughter have] Any special skills?” is crazy.

That said, I am slightly upset that Tsuno died when she did. I wanted to see her crash out after learning Oka beat up Wada! I would have loved to see her react to Oka’s made up beef with her! I wanted to see her crumble and burn out even more than she already was! I would have loved for her to outlive Wada just to see her reaction! I am a normal person with normal desires of seeing my favorites suffer horrendously!!! But oh well, fangans gonna fangan, I guess. Can’t be too torn up about it. At least Oka’s beef with her remains legendary.

I also feel like I should at least mention Kamimura? It’s funny ‘cuz like. He’s just There. He ain’t got nothing to do with the most toxic one-sided ship in history, he kinda just got caught in the crossfire. I feel like his death here makes sense, though; he had his arcs, he had his development and stuff, and now we get to see Hasegawa crash out for up to 3 chapters which is awesome! Assuming a standard DR formula, of course.

Anyways, thanks for the ask! I really should probably post more about Tetro, so this gives me an excuse lol :v

[tokiro07]

Toki Reads Shonen Jump 2025, Issue #11: Tough Conversations Week

One Piece: While searching for the key to Loki's chains, the crew is approached by Mr. Ya, Ripley's husband, who leads them to the hidden chamber where the key is stored; he is revealed to in fact be Scopper Gaban, Gold Roger's Left Hand, and challenges Luffy to take the key from him. Nice to finally know who that guy we saw hanging out with Crocus that one time was; I really dig Gaban's aged design, and I'm glad that his personality is so distinct from other members of Roger's generation

Roboco: Fujisawa encourages Roboco to start an art gallery, which becomes such an unprecedented success that Roboco tries to sell sculptures of her knees at a huge markup; predictably, this bankrupts her. The only thing I could think while reading this chapter - "Bullshit...bullshit!...derivative..."

Sakamoto: Shin confronts Ando and demands to know why he was abandoned; Ando reveals that he had actually helped Shin escape from the JAA orphanage that was raising him into an assassin, an action that would put a target on his back; while Ando may or may not have done this out of love for his son, the resulting turmoil in his life has caused him to resent Shin; Sakamoto defeats Ikari and arrives just in time to save Shin from Ando. Fans have long theorized that Shin was in Al-Kamar, and this practically confirms it; the nuance of Ando's relationship with Shin is utterly fascinating, and I hope to get more insight before Ando dies

EluSam: Tadayoshi and Moronao's conflict reaches a boiling point, and Takauji backs Tadayoshi into a corner that forces him to either concede to Moronao or commit suicide; the horny trio convince themselves that what they're planning to do to Tokiyuki is completely wholesome and totally not rape, only to find that Tokiyuki was actually waiting for them to arrive so he could discuss their future together. How the hell does Matsui expect me to get invested in this historical drama when all I care about is whether or not he's going to give me canon polyamory???

Witch Watch: Kukumi pens her first original work to submit to Shonen Jaguar with Yuri as her chaperone, but both Yuri and the editor are literally floored by how lewd Kukumi draws women; her one-shot is too lewd for Jaguar, so she literally takes a page out of To Love Ru and censors the bits with smoke. As funny as the idea that a fujoshi can only draw women if they're naked is, I can't help but feel like this is a dig at Yuuna and the Haunted Hot Spring moreso than To Love Ru

Blue Box: Chinatsu manages to finally beat Yumeka, securing her team's spot in the Winter Cup; Yumeka slinks off to cry on her own, blaming her hiatus for ruining her team's chances at Nationals and believing she doesn't have the right to cry in front of them, but Chinatsu comes to comfort her; Chinatsu's dad agrees to let her continue living with the Inomata family. Yumeka's character has been one of the biggest draws for me in this series lately, so I'm a little worried that now that it's over I won't be as invested, but we'll have to see; also, the speech bubbles weren't pointing to anyone a lot of the time, so I was VERY confused who was talking in this chapter

Akane: At the venue for an upcoming performance, Rien talks smack about Akane as petty revenge for when she humiliated him early in her career; a jet-lagged Akane is picked up by Taison, a Zenza under one of Akane's brothers (I think it's Kyoji?), who's the only one of the Zenza present to ignore Rien's tall tales. I completely forgot who Rien was, I hate this guy, can't wait for Akane to kill him

Kill Blue: Juzo's medicine wears off and he returns to his child body, though through sheer grit he's still able to overpower Oka; just as he prepares to shoot him, though, he has a vision of all of his school friends and realizes that by taking a life now, he would be officially going back to being a hitman and wouldn't be able to continue on as a normal middle schooler with everyone else; however, Noren appears in time to see him holding the gun, making the situation exponentially worse. As much as I love Juzo's dilemma, the fact that his determination to protect Noren is being directly compared to how he once saved his ex-wife from danger isn't helping him beat The Allegations

Nue: We learn that Yoshichi resents Gakuro so strongly because he was ostracized for being Impure and had to prove himself to rise through the ranks while Gakuro was simply appointed Captain out of nowhere; after passing out from his wounds, Gakuro wakes up receiving a lap pillow from a girl calling herself Kyokotsu, the name of Shiroha's contracted Spirit; Gashadokuro appears to raid the Fujino Family compound. Gakuro tricking Yoshichi into self-destructing by trying to drag a shadow clone down with him as he jumped off the bridge was honestly kinda sick, and leaves me with an overall good impression for an otherwise extremely messy fight; Girl!Kyokotsu is...interesting, but I have no idea what to make of her or the apparent cloning facility that she oversees, I wonder if actual fans were able to glean anything useful from this introduction

Kagurabachi: While debating whether or not she should retain her memories of her father or go back to her normal life, Iori witnesses Chihiro massacring a slew of assassins, finalizing her decision to forget Samura again; Hiruhiko manages to overcome the massive skill difference between him and all of the hotel staff as swordsmen and appears before Chihiro. As a reader, I naturally thought the peephole scene was sick as all hell, but unfortunately that meant it didn't immediately click for me that it was supposed to be horrifying and show the tragedy of Chihiro's life path

Chojo: Ten years after his original serialization, Samon the Summoner appears in Chinjuku to help bring people to ruin by indulging their sinful desires; after Samon refuses to grant the desire of a child who wants to stop people who are accosting animals in a local park, Chojo and Ippongi find him actually doing so in secret so as not to harm his bad reputation; Nebiros appears and destroys his business, leaving Samon as the one in ruin for Teshigawara to find and annoy with her kindness. I didn't realize how much I missed Samon and co. until this moment, that series was so good, and every cameo made me smile so much; I hope they get more crossovers, but it seems unlikely

Astro Royale: Two more of the Yotsurugi brothers, Taira and Satsuki, fight in the next round and nearly get some audience members killed, prompting Hibaru to intervene; in a flashback, Kongo suggests that Hibaru and Taira would be great friends, though now they are bitter enemies. Either Kongo's a terrible judge of character, or that's foreshadowing a Heel-Face Turn on Taira's part

Kiyoshi: After a brief rundown of the Thirteen Club's members, Tsurugi takes the initiative by attacking the whole group at once. We got a couple good gags from the Thirteen Club and a cool panel from Tsurugi, here's hoping we get to see more

Hima-Ten: It's parent-teacher conference day, and we're introduced to both Honoka and Himari's mothers; Himari's mother approves of Tenichi because he's been looking out for Himari's nutrition, and Honoka's mother offers Tenichi a cleaning gig since her wrist is sprained. Looks like we're about to get a Honoka mini-arc, hopefully Himari doesn't find some ludicrous way to steal attention from her again

Ichi: Concerned for Ichi's prophesized death, Desscaras takes a trip to the bar for a stiff drink, only to be consoled by Togeice, who in turn compares Ichi to Desscaras' deceased brother, Libro; later, Desscaras sits down for a chat with Ichi to ask how he really feels about the prophecy; when Ichi says he's the type to live in the present rather than worry about the future, Desscaras comes right out and says how she feels - she wants him to live as a member of her family. Between Desscaras' backstory, her and Togeice having gay little nicknames for each other, and Desscaras opening up so readily to Ichi about how his attitude hurts her, there is a LOT to unpack in my upcoming review!

Shinobi: Suzume tries to play wingman for Yodaka and Aoi both through a small prank and by encouraging him to get her a birthday gift; Hachikuma reveals where the Fugitive Ninja's base is, and the team goes to infiltrate, but Yodaka's mind is preoccupied with the gift. Glad to see Suzume back in pants, and her annoying attitude makes for some fun dynamics with the team; while the tension is supposed to come from Yodaka being distracted during the mission, I'm willing to bet that the real turn is going to be when he gives Aoi the present and learns that she didn't mention her birthday because it's a sore subject

Syd Craft: Syd visits his parents to learn more about Zero Craft, but finds that Lulu has somehow become a maid for the house; the two get trapped in a room and need to solve a Twister-based puzzle to both escape and unlock a treasure; Lulu discovers Syd's weakness to women and resolves to seduce him...if only she knew how. I'm glad Lulu's going to be proactive in flirting with Sid, that dynamic is sorely needed from this cast; though the Crafts don't recognize the name Zero, I'm so sure one of the childhood photos from the treasure chest has a hidden clue to their identity, like perhaps the one where Syd is seen crying with a baby

Embers: While trying to return a wallet, Haitani's intensity gets his intentions mistaken for harassment, and he ends up in a confrontation with Bugai, the soccer team's captain; despite Haitani's lack of experience, he manages to force a draw with his exceptional defense, earning Bugai's respect; Haitani bumps into Takami, learning that his rival is now his teammate. Just cus it's predictable don't make it bad - I'm really excited to see how Haitani and Takami's dynamic shapes up from here; I'm not terribly interested in Bugai yet since his interaction was pretty similar to Takami's, but we only just started and I'm sure he'll win me over eventually

Star of Beethoven: After suffering a traumatic loss in a competition, piano prodigy Ichiro Yaso gives up music and drifts through his youth for two years; one day, a resurrected Ludwig van Beethoven spontaneously appears before him; while showing Beethoven a modern piano, Yaso runs into Kahoin, an old acquaintance, who forces him to play again; when Yaso is reluctant, Beethoven accompanies him, and they perform a perfect rendition of Beethoven's Fifth; Beethoven concludes that cosmic forces have brought the two of them together to create a new masterwork, and Beethoven labels Yaso as his new disciple. Not quite what I expected from the author of Life Liar From Hell, but I definitely enjoyed it! Beethoven's design is ghastly and intense, and Yaso's struggle with his perceived lack of talent makes him an interesting enough protagonist for now; I'm not big on the pseudo-isekai premise, but it's an interesting spin on the Hikaru no Go formula to have the mentor be a physical entity rather than just a spirit; my favorite bit though was Beethoven's reaction to being in the future - the modern piano, his legacy, and the persistent power of music as an artform; really looking forward to how this one develops!

Damn, dude, I wasn't able to sum up anything quickly this week, huh? No wonder it took me longer than usual

I'm gonna call this the Week of Tough Conversations, as between Desscaras asking Ichi not to die, Chinatsu comforting Yumeka after defeating her, Tokiyuki giving polyamory serious consideration, Iori deciding to forget her father again so she won't have to live in a blood-soaked world of vengeance, and Juzo needing to explain to Noren why he's about to shoot the principal, there were certainly a lot to be had. That said, the Week of Ghosts from the Past would be pretty apt too between Gaban and Beethoven, wouldn't it?

This Week's Top 3:

Ichi the Witch for delving into Desscaras's vulnerabilities in contrast to a few weeks ago when we saw her strengths

Star of Beethoven for how shockingly endearing I found Beethoven as a character and how much I love his design

Super Psychic Policeman Chojo for pandering to me specifically with the Samon the Summoner cameos

Overall, this was a really good issue for me, as I enjoyed just about everything this week, even including Nue's Exorcist which I'm usually pretty lukewarm on. My top 3 was hard to pick, but I do really like the balance it ended up having - battle, artistic, and gag. I certainly wouldn't complain if my weekly favorites were similarly arranged spread going forward

[sixlane]

Life and Death

Jegulus microfic | 1.2k words | Mr & Mrs Smith au pt. 2 | pt. 1, pt. 3

The mission hadn’t exactly gone according to plan. It should’ve been a routine package transport, nothing out of the ordinary, except that when they arrived at the dropoff location, they’d been met with 10 armed operatives hell bent on killing them and stealing whatever it was they were transporting.

That’s how James finds himself bleeding out in the backseat as Regulus pushes the gas pedal to the floor, trying to get them somewhere safe while simultaneously losing their attackers.

“James I swear to god if you die I with fucking kill you,” Regulus yells over the roaring engine and squealing tires. “Keep pressure on the wound you fucking idiot!”

James groans as he presses harder on his leg where the bullet entered. Everything’s going a bit fuzzy so he keeps forgetting what he’s doing. If they hit his artery he’s screwed.

“Come on, James, eyes open!” Regulus snaps his fingers, flitting his eyes back and forth between the road and James in the rearview. His brows are pinched in concern and his eyes are shiny with unshed tears. James is pretty sure he’s hallucinating at this point, though. 

“Keep your eyes on the road or you’ll kill us both,” James grits out. They’re speeding around sharp curves on the outskirts of a town in the Italian countryside, but it’s not somewhere James recognizes. He stopped hearing gunshots about five minutes ago so he’s pretty sure they lost whoever was chasing them, but if James doesn’t get sewn up soon he won’t make it out of this one.

Regulus lets out an incredulous laugh, “you’re really going to critique my driving skills right now? Unbelievable.”

“Sorry, love, you’re doing gr— FUCK!” They hit a bump that jostles James’ leg and it feels like he’s on fire, burning up from the inside. It’s all a bit too much. He’s fading fast. 

“James?!” Regulus calls out. “James don’t you dare pass out we’re almost there just hang on five more minutes.” 

“Just gonna take a little nap, love,” James slurs, not totally in control of himself. “You’ve got me.” It’s the last thing he remembers before it all goes dark.

When James cracks his eyes open, he’s met with crimson-stained porcelain. He’s in a bathtub, he thinks, and there is blood… everywhere. That’s when the panic sets in.

James can feel his heart rate spinking as his breathing turns short and shallow. He’s alone in a bathroom he doesn’t recognize and he needs to get his feet under him but god why does his leg feel like it’s been put through a woodchipper? He looks down, taking stock of his body.

He’s naked from the waist down, and there’s a hastily sewn up hole in his upper thigh. It all comes back to him then. 

Fuck

Where is Regulus?

All of a sudden,

Footsteps down the hall.

Scissors on the counter.

He doesn't think. 

He just grabs and throws.

The blades arc through the air and imbed themselves in the wall centimeters away from a head of black curls. If Regulus didn’t have the reflexes of a cat they’d be in his eye.

He stands there for a moment, one cup of something hot in each hand. He looks at the scissors, then at James, who is half propped up on the edge of the tub and breathing hard. “Glad to see you’re feeling better,” he deadpans.

“Shit I’m so sorry, are you oka—”

“It’s fine, James,” Regulus interrupts. “You’re in a heightened state of awareness and your adrenaline is doing the thinking. I would’ve done the same thing. Sit back down.”

James collapses back into the tub and his leg throbs in protest. He bites down on his bottom lip to hold back a whimper. He’s been shot a few times before but it never gets easier.

Regulus sits on the edge of the tub and offers him a cup. “Tea?” He’s so calm. Always the one holding it together for the both of them. James has a brief flashback of the car chase, Regulus on the verge of tears, but he pushes it away.

“Thank you,” James croaks, reaching to take the cup. He wraps his hands around the warm drink but he’s shaking too badly to keep the liquid inside. It sloshes over the edge, burning his fingers. “Shit.”

“Let me,” Regulus says, taking the cup back. He holds it to James’ lips before tipping it slightly.

James makes an obscene noise when the warm liquid slides down his sore throat. In this moment it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.

Regulus sets the cup down, then reaches out to run his thumb across James’ cheekbone, trying to dislodge some dried blood, probably. The concern from the car is seeping back into his features and he runs his eyes over James from head to toe, a reminder that James is completely bare apart from his blood soaked t-shirt. Oh well, Regulus can look if he wants to.

“How bad was it?” James asks.

Regulus’ eyes snap back to meet James’ and he schools his features into something more neutral, but James doesn’t miss how he’s twirling his wedding band with his thumb, a nervous habit he’s picked up recently. “Pretty bad. The bullet missed your artery, thankfully, but you lost a lot of blood. You’ve been out for two hours.”

“Right,” James says, looking around. “And where are we?”

“Safe house. Should be okay to stay here a few days while you recover.”

James nods. “Thank you for uh… for taking care of me.” He can feel his cheeks heating as he says it. He’s not usually one to get flustered, but something about Regulus watching over him while he’d been unconscious is making him feel gooey inside.

Regulus just shrugs, not breaking eye contact. “You’d do the same for me.” They share the look for a few more seconds, something behind it that neither of them wants to name, before Regulus looks away. “Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?”

It takes the better part of an hour because James can’t stand without Regulus supporting his full weight, but he finally makes it to bed, clean and wearing new clothes Regulus found in a drawer somewhere. Regulus gave him a few pills to help with the pain and they’re making him sleepy already, the world blurring around its edges.

“Need anything else?” Regulus asks as he fluffs James’ pillows behind him.

“Mm good,” James responds, though it’s barely audible. 

“Alright, I’ll come check on you in a few hours. Try to get some sleep.” Regulus moves toward the door, but before he can get too far James catches his wrist.

“Stay? Please? Don’t wanna be alone.” 

Regulus turns, his expression soft. “Yeah, James, okay. I’ll stay.”

He moves around the bed to come up behind James, but he doesn’t get under the covers. 

After a few minutes, when he thinks James is asleep, Regulus runs a delicate finger down his back, tracing the hills and valleys of his spine. He lets out a shuddering exhale, one he’d been holding back for a while it seems, and James finally drifts off to soft touches and Regulus’ warmth at his back.  

[sunshine-overload]

[BSTS] Menou Birthday 2025 4* Card Story

Chapter 1 -starless restaurant area-

-menou bows-

menou: Welcome home, my lady. I am most glad to see you have returned. After all, you are my one and only master. Ah, wait, if I speak to you like this I’ll be scolded again.

saki: Scolded? By who?

menou: The head butler. He’s always been especially strict with me. Nevermind that though, would you like to have something to eat?

saki: Yes, let’s see… I’m not sure which dessert to order.

menou: In that case how about I guess what it is that you can’t decide between? Hmm… You’re wavering between ordering the roll cake or the mousse, correct?

choice: that’s right / that’s wrong

>that’s right

saki: Wow! You guessed right!

menou: I thought so. I’ve been serving you for as long as I can remember, so I can tell what you’re thinking, my lady.

saki: As long as you can remember…?

menou: Fufu, please take your time to decide which dessert you’d like to order. That way I can stay by your side longer. Ah, the head butler is glaring at me. He hates it when I cling to you.

saki: Who is the head butler?

menou: Say, my lady, that guy must be convinced that I’m just ignoring my work, right?

saki: Huh? Um, I suppose so…?

menou: Speaking of, have you decided which dessert you’d like?

saki: Yes, I have. I’d like to order this please.

menou: Understood. I shall bring it out to you, so please wait a moment.

-menou bows-

menou: —My lady. We’ll be celebrating my birthday together today, won’t we? Just the two of us. You suggested we do so the other day, remember?

saki: Of course I’ll celebrate with you. But, I’m not sure I recall we had a conversation like that…?

menou: We did. On that beautiful night with the full moon illuminating us. I was so happy that I couldn’t get a wink of sleep that night. I’ll be waiting for you at the place we agreed on. I trust that you’ll come.

-menou leaves-

saki: N-night with the full moon…?

saki: (There isn’t a head butler and we never made any plans…)

saki: …Could it be that Menou-san has been acting this entire time?

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Chapter 2 -break room-

-menou bows-

menou: I’m sorry for the wait, my lady. Were you able to slip out without the head butler noticing you?

saki: Um… Yes, I think we should be fine.

menou: That’s good. If he knew that I’d taken you away from the house he’d scold me again. So, now that we’re finally all alone, you’ll wish me a happy birthday, yes?

saki: Of course. Happy birthday, Menou-san.

menou: Thank you. Fufu, I’m so happy. I really wanted to hear you say that. Ever since I was a child I haven’t had anyone but you, my lady.

saki: Um, Menou-san…

menou: Yes, what is it?

saki: This is all an act, right?

-menou looks surprised for a moment-

menou: Ahaha, so you already noticed? I wanted to become your butler, so that’s what I’ve been acting as. The setting is that I’ve been your butler ever since I was young, serving you as we grew up alongside each other.

saki: I knew it! I didn’t remember making plans and no one here is a head butler, I wasn’t following at all so I was surprised.

menou: And yet, you still played along, didn’t you? It made me happy. It’s been fun in a refreshing way. I’ve played butler roles in our shows before, but I’ve never been able to act alongside you directly before.

-cg

menou: Sigh, I wish my break would end sooner.

saki: Huh? But didn’t your break just start?

menou: Every second spent on my break is a waste. Since I only get to be a butler for the duration of this month, right? My butler and you as his master only get to meet for this one month. 

saki: It’s because you want to keep acting then? That’s just like you, Menou-san. However, the store has been busy, hasn’t it? Please rest properly while you can.

menou: Oka~y.

-cg gone

menou: Well, it’s not like I mind being on break whilst you’re with me. I’ve had fun acting with you, it’s the best birthday present I could’ve received. Have you enjoyed it too?

saki: Well, it’s not like I’ve had any acting experience outside of this.

menou: You’ll keep up the present then, right? Once we’re back in the hall I’d like for you to be my master who is also my childhood friend. That’s ok with you, isn’t it? My cute lady. My one and only.

—end

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other choice:

>that’s wrong 

saki: Oh, uh, no. I was looking at the pudding or the chocolate cake.

menou: That’s strange. It’s rare that I get something wrong when it comes to you, my lady. I must not have trained diligently enough. I’ll make sure to observe you more intently from now on.

saki: Huh? More intently…!?

menou: Fufu, please take your time to decide which dessert you’d like to order. That way I can stay by your side longer.

[tbhk-twt-events]

Hanako of the Opera Pt. 1

April 18th, 2020 -> April 27th, 2020

Translations and images from the Jibaku-Shounen Hanako-Kun Wiki page and AidaIro's Twitter. These translations in particular were done by @mokketastic on Twitter!

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April 18th

A Cat [?]

"Introduction Say, have you heard the rumors? About the incident that occurred in the opera house of the Flower Capital. Someone stole the voice of the troupe's top singer, or so they say. The suspects are the opera troupe's members, the conductor, and the manager. Perhaps, this is the work of the phantom who's infiltrated the opera house... Do you know who is culprit?"

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The Novice Songstress

"Oh, I'm glad you came. Good evening, I'm sorry to have summoned you so abruptly. I'm the chorus girl of this opera troupe. I heard that you'd definitely solve this case for me.."

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THE NOVICE SONGSTRESS NENE "O angel of music, show me the way!" A chorus girl with fat ankles who dreams of being the prima. Her simple singing voice is her charm. Wants to sing in the centre of the stage someday, and win the hearts of many amazing gentlemen. Seems to be receiving singing lessons from someone every night, and has been getting markedly better at singing of late. DIVA

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The Novice Songstress

"Yes, something terrible happened! Our opera troupe's star suddenly lost her voice. The rumours say she was poisoned, but who would do that, and why...? I must do something. Please, search for the culprit with me!" >>>Yes — 92.8% Eh, nope- — 7.2% 4,338 votes

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The Novice Songstress

"Oh, thank you! The suspects are the manager, patron, popular singer, ballerina, ballet teacher, tenor singer, and the opera house's phantom - 8 in total. The culprit's definitely one of these. Hm, I wonder who..."

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A Cat [?]

"......or something like that."

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A Cat [?]

"Do you know who's the culprit? Eh- you don't? That won't do- .......aha, just kidding. There's no way you'd know, right. Because you're the one who'll decide who the culprit behind the case is, after all."

Amidakuji

SECRET Phantom of the opera | Ballerina | Assistant Manager | Patron | Popular singer | Manager | Ballet teacher | Tenor singer

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A Cat[?]

"Well then, choose. Which colour do you like?" The color of flowers — 34.2% >>>The color of night — 65.8% 10,028 votes

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A Cat [?]

"It's not just one choice you need." Club — 16.9% Diamond — 20.5% >>>Heart — 37.1% Spade — 25.4% 9,660 votes

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A Cat[?]

"......A heart, the colour of night. So that's what you chose, huh. Well then - the one who lies at the end of this is the culprit behind this case."

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A Cat[?]

"Oh, you can't see what's in between? Ahaha! I'll show you that at the very, very end. Well, that's all from me now. Do your best to solve the case. Bye bye–!"

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The Novice Songstress

"……um, hey, are you alright? You looked like you were in a daze. A black cat? No, I haven't seen anything like that……"

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The Novice Songstress

"Don't push yourself too hard today. We'll investigate more tomorrow, same time. Shall we go speak to each of the suspects? We've got performances too, so it'd have to be more like 2 people a day, but let's work together anyway! These are the people we'll probably be able to meet tomorrow, so decide which two you want to go to meet, okay!" >>>The Popular Singer — 39.1% The Manager — 37.5% The Ballet Teacher — 13.2% The Tenor Singer — 10.2% 15,588 votes

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April 19th

The Novice Songstress

"Thanks for coming tonight too! So, did you decided who you want to meet? …the popular singer and the manager, hm. Okay. Well, let's go meet our troupe's top singer! Since he was the victim, he's got to have some major clue."

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Novice Songstress

"He's right this way. Ta-dah, I'll introduce you. This person right here is our troupe's top star! …though that said, he can't sing right now. Are you okay? Can you talk……"

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THE POPULAR SINGER MITSUBA "I'm the very best of this opera troupe!" The most popular singer in the opera troupe. Highly popular among the audiences for the thrill of his powerful voice that pierces right to the eardrums. While he was being rather carried away over being fawned over, he suddenly lost his voice completely. TOP SINGER

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The Popular Singer (in writing)

"Cough, cough... (What is it? I can't make a single sound now) (You're investigating the case?) (Hmm, I see. Then suppose I don't mind playing along for a bit) (But in exchange, you'd better find the culprit who did such a thing to my cute self) (Well then, what did want to ask me?)" >>>About the day of the incident — 63% Who do you think is suspicious? — 23.1% You're the culprit!! — 13.8% 3,597 votes

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The Popular Singer (in writing)

"(The day it happened, huh…) (Before performances, I'm usually in the holding room, but) (That day, I wanted to get a bit of fresh air, so I left the holding room and went up to the rooftop) (I must've been there for quite a while? I could hear the buzzer that sounds right before performances begin, so I rushed right back)"

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The Popular Singer (in writing)

"(And in the room, there was juice that hadn't been there when I left) (I figured it was some provided refreshment and drank it, then lost my voice) (Eh? 'How careless'?) (Shut up, how could I not drink peach juice!)"

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The Popular Singer (in writing)

(Anyway! I only wasn't in the holding room from 7:30 to 7:55pm) (Whoever put the poisoned juice in my holding room during that time - that's the culprit) (Eh, what? No, I don't really feel down over being poisoned) (It's not like I have friends in this opera troupe, after all...)"

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The Novice Songstress

"Ah, he's miserable… Don't tell anyone, but the popular singer seemed like he was worrying over something lately. Maybe he actually hates singing, and poisoned himself… or something. Well, let's go find the next person!"

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The Novice Songstress

"The next person ought to be in the office… Excuse us… good evening! Allow me to introduce our opera troupe's manager. So very handsome, smart, and kind… oh, even his side profile when looking at music scores is amazing… ❤️"

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THE MANAGER TERU "A mystery of the opera house? How trivial, I'll definitely solve it" The new manager of the opera house, replacing his predecessor who gave up under the phantom's harassment. As a pleasant and handsome young man, he's very popular with the troupe members too. He's also the elder brother of the patron. MANAGER

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The Manager

"Oh, good evening. What a pity that incident was. But as a stand-in, your voice was superb. That boy who was the victim - I suppose he does need to rest. Though I was just wondering if my younger brother would end up looking after him. Anyway - you said you had something you wanted to ask me?" >>>About the day of the incident — 55.5% Who do you think is suspicious? — 31.5% You're the culprit!! — 12.9% 3,614 votes

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The Manager

"Ah, about the day it happened. I was pretty much backstage with the assistant manager. I took a quick glance at the audience seats when the pre-show buzzer went off at 7:50pm, I believe. My younger brother was in the usual box seat, so I did try giving him a quick wave. But maybe it was the nerves – my brother didn't seem like he noticed me there."

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The Manager

"Oh, speaking of which, the tenor singer had some juice with him around 7:30pm, if I'm not mistaken. He was saying that he wanted to get in the top star's good books, but I wonder if he managed to deliver it? Ah, no, things are always hectic right before a show, aren't they. I'd wanted to go to the audience seats, but it was so crowded that it'd have taken 10 minutes each way, so I gave up on that."

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The Manager

"Well then, I've got to get back to work. My brother asked me to handle the preparations for the villa, you see. We used it in the past, and there's a beautiful lake nearby, too. Besides, I need to reconsider the casting for the next show…"

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The Novice Songstress

"Thank you for talking to us! Just between us, it seems like the manager's been thinking about changing the lead role in our recent opera. The recent trend has been towards romantic operas rather than thrilling ones, you see. Don't tell me he poisoned the popular singer for that reason!? But even a poison-serving manager would be amazing…❤️"

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The Novice Songstress

"We've heard the statements from two people, but this alone isn't quite enough to figure out who the culprit is, hm. We must do our best tomorrow, too! So with all that, I'll be counting on you again, at this same time tomorrow. I'd be glad if you could help decide which two you'd like to go meet tomorrow. Thanks for all the hard work tonight!" >>>The tenor singer — 41% The ballet teacher — 18% The patron — 19.7% The assistant manager — 21.3% 14,034 votes

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April 20th

The Novice Songstress

"Thanks for coming tonight too! Decided who to meet? …the tenor singer and assistant manager? Okay. Let's meet the assistant manager first, then! He's not a bad guy, but. Um, just… unique, I guess? You'll know once you meet him."

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The Novice Songstress

"He's got to be somewhere around here… aha. Good evening! Eh? He didn't hear us?? Good evening!! Assistant manager!!! ………… Good evening–!!!!!!??"

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THE ASSISTANT MANAGER AKANE "Excuse me, my important person is breathing onstage right now, so" The new assistant manager of the opera house, who arrived together with the manager. Has always been a great fan of the ballerina, and possibly became the assistant manager so that he could see her from closer up. Essentially doesn't look at anyone besides the ballerina, but does not disobey the manager who puts him to hard work. ASSISTANT

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The Assistant Manager

"Right right I can hear you now good evening. What? Though I don't want to hear about anything besides the ballerina…… You're investigating that recent incident? Eh, where's the fun in that. Masochistic as ever, aren't you. Ah, whatever. What did you want to ask?" >>>About the day of the incident — 66.4% Who do you think is suspicious? — 21.7% You're the culprit!! — 11.9% 3,249 votes

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The Assistant Manager

"I was always watching over the ballerina that day, of course. She was mostly making the final adjustments for the show backstage. As adorable as ever. She only left backstage once. 19 minutes before the show began, she entered the popular singer's holding room once."

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The Assistant Manager

"But she left the room right away and hadn't been holding any juice, so the ballerina isn't the culprit. She met up with the ballet teacher right after leaving the holding room, and returned backstage. Adorably, of course. The manager? Who knows, ahaha, I haven't the faintest idea but he must've been somewhere around there, right?"

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The Assistant Manager

"Anyway, can I talk about the ballerina now? She's so very admirable. She looks sincerely happy about the success of her best friend the radish songstress… whoops. Truly, what a goddess…!! Yes, you and none other are the angel of this opera troupe!! I love you, marry me!!! What, the culprit? Why don't we just say it's the phantom?"

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The Novice Songstress

"He didn't talk about anything besides the ballerina, huh… The assistant manager really does like the ballerina, you know. To the point where he'd practically like to turn this from an opera house into a ballet theatre. Don't tell me that's why he did that to the popular singer… wait, if that's true, d-doesn't that mean I'll meet the same fate very soon…!? This has gotten scary. Let's go find the next person!"

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The Novice Songstress

"Well, we're here. This is the tenor singer's holding room… huh? There's a paper stuck here. What's this? [Due to an art error, the tenor singer is away today, sorry] Hmm, I don't really understand what that means, but I guess we'll have to go meet someone else then!" >>>The ballerina — 51% The patron — 28.4% The ballet teacher — 20.6% 3,556 votes

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The Novice Songstress

"The ballerina should be somewhere near the assistant manager…… That girl's my best friend, you see! She's cute, and good at ballet too, and so popular… Ah, there she is! Over here, over here!"

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THE BALLERINA AOI "Say, when did you get so good at singing?" The ballerina of the opera troupe. Many fans come just to see her, mesmerised by her transcendent ballet technique and earnest features. A close friend of the novice songstress, and likes her voice very much. BALLERINA

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The Ballerina

"Your singing was truly amazing the other day, dearest novice songstress! Even the popular singer praised it ❤︎ Who have you even been learning from? Don't tell me this person with you is your teacher? No? This person's investigating the case together with you? I see, if there's anything you want to ask me, go ahead." >>>About the day of the incident — 70.3% Who do you think is suspicious? — 20.2% You're the culprit!! — 9.6% 3,484 votes

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The Ballerina

"I had parts right from the start that day, so I was doing my final adjustments backstage. Oh, speaking of which, when I glanced over at the audience seats around 7:40pm, I could see the viscount in the usual box seat. I went to the popular singer's holding room to summon him right after that, but he wasn't in there so I left the room."

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The Ballerina

"Juice? No, I don't think there was any in the room… I did think of going up to check on the rooftop, too, but the ballet teacher stopped me so I didn't. After that, I was backstage with the ballet teacher the whole time."

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The Ballerina

"Oh, by the way, dear novice songstress – have you heard this rumour? The popular singer is getting singing lessons from someone at night, they say. That's just like you, isn't it? That reminds me, that boy also did suddenly become very good at singing, didn't he. Does this incident have anything to do with that, I wonder…"

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The Novice Songstress

"The popular singer – so that's how it is… The ballerina does know all sorts of rumours, huh. I don't think she's got any motive. She's been really supportive of me, too, and… ah! Don't tell me, she poisoned him to make me, her close friend, the prima!? N-n-no-no way, that has to be impossible. It has to be… right?"

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The Novice Songstress

"With this, we've spoken to four people. Somehow, I feel like we're getting closer to the truth of this case…… It's been a little tiring, hasn't it. Let's take a break tomorrow, and continue the day after, at the same time. I'd be glad if you could just help decide who you want to go meet next. Thanks for all your hard work tonight, too!" >>>The patron — 30.3% The tenor singer — 39.5% The ballet teacher — 30.2% 16,767 votes

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April 21st

A Cat[?]

"By the way, who do you think the culprit is?" The ballet teacher — 21.7% >>>The tenor singer — 34.1% The popular singer — 21.6% The patron — 22.6% 11,862 votes

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A Cat[?]

"You were the one who picked the culprit, so it's definitely someone among these 8 people." The manager — 19.6% The assistant manager — 12.8% The ballerina — 19.3% >>>The phantom — 48.4% 11,278 votes

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April 22nd

A Cat[?]

"The show will begin shortly… or maybe not!"

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Phantom of the Opera

"As the novice songstress is currently in a tough lesson from the Phantom and unable to slip away, today's performance is cancelled. SORRY"

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April 23rd

The Novice Songstress

"Thanks for coming tonight too! Sorry about yesterday, the angel didn't let me go out, so… Well, have you decided who to meet? …eh? You can't decide on the second one? Hm–m, how about we go meet all three today then!"

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The Novice Songstress

"Looks like he was away the other day over something about a kitten, but we'll go meet that tenor singer tonight, so! The tenor singer is… aha! For all those girls to be over there… that must be it. Coming through, excuse me!"

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THE TENOR SINGER NATSUHIKO "You're the main star of the stage, of course, señora" The primo of the opera troupe. A womaniser and slight narcissist. Thinks of all the female guests as his kittens. Seems to like the ballet teacher, but his flirting is always lightly rebuffed. TENOR

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The Tenor Singer

"Oh hello there, kitten. Could it be a date invitation? No? It's about the recent incident? Oh~, so it's that, huh. The popular singer was sobbing over it, how pitiful. Well, lady, what did you want to ask me about. If it's about my plans for tonight, they're free, you know~?" >>>About the day of the incident — 61.3% Who do you think is suspicious? — 18.8% You're the culprit!! — 19.9% 3,185 votes

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The Tenor Singer

"On that day, I talked a little with the manager backstage, and went to bring juice to the popular singer right after. No one was there, so I left it on the table with a card saying "To the kitten". When I looked at the audience seats afterwards, I saw at the box seats none other than… my lady, the ballet teacher!"

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The Tenor Singer

"Swift as the wind, I hurried to the box seat where my lady had been, but it was empty. I returned to the backstage dejected. I was startled when the buzzer rang on the way, but I got backstage right before the show. Ah~ that was close."

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The Tenor Singer

"From what I heard, the popular singer's voice seems restored enough for regular conversation. But he probably can't sing on the stage anymore, huh. The poor thing… But well, his childhood friend the viscount is looking after him, so. Perhaps that's the one lucky thing about this."

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The Novice Songstress

"No dates, please! Thanks! The tenor singer always kept the popular singer company, see. And the popular singer always made unreasonable requests of him. It looked like he was enjoying it, but maybe the truth is… well, who knows?"

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The Novice Songstress

"Well, the next person should be at… aahhh! T-t-te-teacher!! Since when have you been over there!? Good evening, this isn't what it looks like, I'm not slacking off…!"

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THE BALLET TEACHER SAKURA "Your song was excellent. I'm sure he's delighted with it, too" The mysterious and beautiful teacher who is responsible for coaching the opera troupe's members. Kind, calm, yet strict, she isn't lenient even for the familiar troupe members. Knows everything about the opera house, and has a disposition that makes you think she has met even the phantom before. TEACHER

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The Ballet Teacher

"I've already heard about what you're doing. I can't say I'm terribly impressed by something like a search for the culprit, but. You did put on such a splendid song, so. Very well, I shall at least answer your question, then." >>>About the day of the incident — 64.1% Who do you think is suspicious? — 26.8% You're the culprit!! — 9.1% 3,234 votes

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The Ballet Teacher

"I was showing the viscount around that day. We arrived at the box seats and split up at 7:35pm, and afterwards, on my way backstage, I met the ballerina coming out of the popular singer's holding room. That should've been just past 7:40pm. It seems like there was poison in his juice, but she wasn't holding anything when she left the room."

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The Ballet Teacher

"After speaking briefly to the ballerina, we arrived backstage together at 7:45pm. I was always with her, after that. The manager and assistant manager were there, too. I hadn't seen the tenor singer at all, but he finally returned at 7:55pm. Is that enough?"

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The Ballet Teacher

That reminds me – the popular singer has never drunk the juice that the tenor singer has brought him, not even once. So I was surprised in more than one way, when I heard that boy had drunk poisoned juice. Why did he suddenly feel like drinking it on just that day, I wonder."

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The Novice Songstress

"Ah, that was nerve-wracking. Teacher is a stoic, mysterious, and beautiful lady who's always been working at this opera house. She looks like she knows all sorts of things, and is thinking about all sorts of things… So it's not impossible that she used that poison for some reason that I can't even begin to think of, huh……"

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The Novice Songstress

The patron is young, but he's a viscount, you know! He's not my type, but… he's a really good kid with a strong sense of justice. I'm sure we're gonna see him mid-training… Ah, there he is, I knew it. Good evening!"

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THE PATRON KOU "Damned evil spirit, I'll drag you right out!" The patron of the opera house, a viscount. Has a strong sense of justice, and is eager to eliminate the phantom who threatens the opera house. Was surprised because the novice songstress' face is very much his type. PATRON

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The Patron

"Ah! N-novice songstress, good evening!! Your song that day was re–ally great! What can I do for y… oh! Don't tell me that phantom did something to you!? That damned evil spirit, this time I'll definitely show you… Eh? It's about something else??" >>>About the day of the incident — 64.5% Who do you think is suspicious? — 23.8% You're the culprit!! — 11.7% 3,259 votes

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The Patron

"From around 7:30pm, you said? I was being shown to the box seat by the ballet teacher at that time, I'm pretty sure. I stayed at the seat for a while after I arrived, but… It did get boring after all, so I strolled around there for a bit."

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The Patron

"But it was only for 5 or 10 minutes. I was in my seat 10 minutes before the show started. Ah, I did notice my brother waving at me from backstage. I was kinda self conscious so I didn't wave back, though… Opera appreciation's stressful, huh."

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The Patron

"Oh yeah, novice songstress. Have you found the childhood friend you mentioned the other day? Y'know, the one who picked up the scarf at that sea and all that. …ah, not yet, huh. It's all fine! At this rate, you'll become a super-famous prima, and they'll definitely find you instead!"

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The Novice Songstress

"Thanks for talking to us, see you around! He's the patron of our opera house, but he doesn't really seem to like operas, huh. He always listens to the operas with this look of dislike… wait, don't tell me he finally snapped and poisoned the popular singer!?"

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The Novice Songstress

"Well, that concludes all the statements from our troupe members, but. There's one more person that I want you to meet. So I'd be happy if you could come again, at the same time tomorrow night. Thanks for everything tonight too!"

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April 24th

The Novice Songstress

"Thanks for coming tonight too! Well, over here. Come with me. The one I mentioned, the last person I want you to meet is… kya!!"

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The Phantom of the Opera

"Oh. So it's you that's been taking our songstress around night after night. Finding the culprit – how pointless. And when the one who should be the main star has taken that seat, too; all's well that ends well."

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THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA HANAKO "It's a pass for tonight. The chorus was fine, but the ballet was a complete failure" A supernatural who dwells in the opera house. Likes box seat #7. If he doesn't like the opera, he'll send unfortunate letters or drop chandeliers, among other things. In exchange for imparting his musical talent to the ones he chooses, he asks for a heavy price – or so it's said. PHANTOM

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The Phantom of the Opera

"Oh, you're so curious about the truth that you can't focus on lessons? Guess I have no choice then. So I'll cooperate, just a little." >>>About the day of the incident — 51.3% Who do you think is suspicious? — 23.5% You're the culprit!! — 25.2% 3,550 votes

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The Phantom of the Opera

"Fine, fine. Well, to start with, I'm not the culprit. Honest. But I did go to the popular singer's holding room once, to bother him. Alas, no one was there. I was bored, so I drank the juice that was there. It was orange."

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The Phantom of the Opera

"How did I go to the holding room, you ask? Through the secret passage, of course. If you use that passage, you can go from any place to another in just half the usual time, so. Anyway, it seems like there were two other people who used this passage that day, besides me."

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The Phantom of the Opera

"That's all you're getting from me. Well then, everyone, don't go overboard playing detective. Especially the novice songstress – you're gonna become super famous and reunite with your childhood friend someday, right? So you ought to concentrate on lessons instead of finding the culprit. Though I don't know if that childhood friend of yours will turn into some prince on a white horse."

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The Novice Songstress

"Jeez, the angel's always appearing out of nowhere. So there's a secret passage, huh? I want to try using it one of these days too. The angel's given me lots of lessons so that I can become the prima. There's all sorts of mysteries about him… and he says lots of unsettling things, too, so frankly I wouldn't be surprised at all if he turned out to be the culprit……"

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The Novice Songstress

"Anyway, we've heard all the members' statements no! Now all that's left is to deduce the culprit, but… hmm, everyone's so suspicious I have no idea at all! Hey, who do you think is the culprit? Once you're set on someone, tell me. I'll… go take a look at whoever you think it is!"

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A Cat[?]

"Oho."

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A Cat[?]

"How's your deductions getting along? I'll give you a hint at this final bit. There's only one culprit. No accomplices. And the culprit is also the only one who's lying."

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A Cat[?]

"Well then, time to find the culprit you chose! Let's start with picking a candidate." >>>The phantom of the opera — 49.4% The ballerina — 21.1% The assistant manager — 15.5% The patron — 14.1% 13,546 votes

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A Cat[?]

"You have no idea? It's fine, just trust your instincts and choose then." >>>The popular singer — 37.7% The manager — 22.8% The ballet teacher — 20% The tenor singer — 19.5%

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A Cat[?]

"The final decision on the culprit will be tomorrow. At this same time, okay. Well, bye bye–!"

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TO PART 2

[roseglass-writings]

Sebastian x Asexual! Reader - Coming out as asexual

Hi! My assessments are finally done (whoop). To get back into the swing of things I am writing one of my own ideas before focusing on getting through the requests :)

The story is gender neutral for the reader by the way, so I hope whoever reads this enjoys it! I made it sort of as an indulgence to myself, so if you are asexual you may not fully relate as it is a spectrum

I made a list on my kofi for a list of my future ideas (not including requests), so feel free to have a look and see which ones you want to see more!

Not proofread!

I gaze over the lake, feeling the breeze gently flow around me. The sky turning purple and pink as the night creeps in. I feel as though my stomach is in knots, my hands slightly tremoring due to me nerves. Over the past few months I have been thinking more about my sexuality. I always felt a bit out of place whenever my friends in the city mentioned finding someone sexy, or going on about their sex lives - I just never realised why. Since being in a relationship with Sebastian I have thought about it more. I know that I feel attracted to him and hope one day to have a future with him, but the idea of being that intimate just makes me feel uncomfortable.

I know that sex is important in many relationships, and that this might be the reason my relationship ends, but I have to stay true to myself. If I continued to ignore it I would be ruining the trust between Sebastian and I without him ever knowing.

"Hey sweetheart," I hear Sebastian call, walking towards me, "I didn't expect to find you out here. Everything okay?"

I turn towards him, watching as he takes a seat beside me, my throat tightening as my nerves skyrocket. I nod, unable to find the words, desperately trying to build up the courage, turning back towards the lake. I stare out at the peaceful water, using it to try and focus on what I want to say.

"y/n? Are you alright?" Sebastian asks worriedly, before gently placing his hand on my elbow. I close my eyes, focusing on the warmth of his hand on my skin, using it draw my attention away from my increasingly spiralling nerves.

"I-um... shit... I need to speak to you about something," I manage to say.

I feel Sebastian go tense, his body freezes realising the seriousness of the conversation. The silence lingers, my inability to find the words worsening the tension.

"Are you wanting to break up?" Sebastian softly asks.

"No! Well, maybe. It is hard to find the words. Fuck, okay um..." I stumble, glancing back up at Sebastian, his shoulders hunched over, hiding his eyes from mine at my words.

"I am asexual!" I blurt out, not wanting Sebastian to jump to conclusions or to blame himself. I look away from him once more, unable to hold eye contact. "I know that to some people sex is really important in a relationship, and I have recently realised that I don't think I will ever be comfortable being that intimate with someone. I don't feel that sort of attraction, and to me the idea of it personally makes me feel uncomfortable." I ramble, feeling his gaze burn into my skin, as though he was gazing into my soul.

Silence once more lingers, my words ringing in my ears.

"Can I hug you?" Sebastian asks, keeping a soft tone, shuffling closer to me. I nod, my throat tightening once more. I feel him wrap his arms around me, pulling me gently towards him. I rest my head on his shoulder, smelling the faint hints of cigarettes and motor oil in the side of his hoodie. He rocks us slowly from side to side, the comfort calming my nerves.

"I don't care about sex," Sebastian states quietly, pressing a kiss to my head before continuing on, "it may be important to some people, but not to me. I am glad you told me, and I am happy you are discovering more about yourself."

I feel my eyes brim with tears at his words, the love I have for him increasing with his support.

"If I ever, do something that may cross a line or make you feel uncomfortable I want you to tell me, okay? I know I am shit with talking at times, but you are important to me y/n. I love you, and I want you to be able to come to me about things without worry. I am in a relationship because I love and care about you as a person."

I choke out a sob, nodding before pulling away slightly. Sebastian gently wipes my tears away, the care and concern in his eyes unwavering.

"I love you too, and I want you to feel comfortable telling me about things as well, even if you worry about what my response may be. I don't want you to feel neglected or regret not experiencing some more physical parts in a relationship."

"I doubt I will. I have two working hands that are good enough," he jokes causing me to let out a light chuckle, "hell, there half a tonne of different sex toys out there if I need them. I spent a while thinking I was never even going to find someone who would be able to put up with my weird work schedule and love me for who I am. If I do feel neglected in anyway, we can talk about it. Even if I am shit at it, I will always try as you are the most important person in my life, y/n."

He pulls me back into his arms, letting the cool breeze surround us as we stay there, enjoying one another's presence, listening to the soft wind and fish in the lake, feeling as though a weight has been lifted off my chest.

Word count: 899

[drewsbuzzcut]

Sorry this blurb is so late😭 I hope yall enjoy!

Warnings: smut

Maybe it’s the way she dressed to impress- black high heels to match with her black crop top that was hidden underneath her very first wag jacket. The brown leather pants that matched the jacket and looked heavenly wrapped around her thighs and ass. Maybe it’s the way he so easily lifted her in his arms with just a single arm, his hand taking up the majority of her back as her legs wrapped around his hips. Maybe it’s the fact that she’s wearing his last name and that sets something off inside of him. Maybe it’s the fact that he just played an amazing playoff game and they’re both high on life. Whatever it is, it’s enough for them to lose all patience in the backseat of the car.

“I’m so proud of you, Jere,” Lyla whispers, straddling his lap and her hands pressed to his cheeks.

Her pants were ripped off in a blinding haze while still in the passenger seat, so her pantie clad core tries to grind over his pant clad bulge. Jeremy’s hands control her eager pace, though, but even he isn’t sure how long he can hold back.

“35 saves! That’s so incredible and you just looked so sexy out there,” Lyla continues, her breath labored from their ravenous kiss moments ago and lip gloss smeared all over his mouth.

“I’m glad you were there to watch. I’m so glad that I have you,” Jeremy whispers, his words shielding his “I love you.”

The girl’s eyes bore into his and she moves her hands to the buttons of his top. With one swift motion, little taps can be heard from the buttons flying and hitting the windows. Right there in front of her eyes is her perfect boyfriend and his sculpted chest just waiting for her lips. Lyla nips and sucks at the skin, thriving off of the soft moans flowing from Jeremy’s mouth. He sounds so melodic, like something that artists would spend hours in a studio trying to create. A line of scarlet red patches bloom along his collarbones, almost one for each of his saves.

Jeremy’s fingers flex over the flesh of her hips and finally gives in to what they really want. He easily rips her panties apart and frees himself from his confinement.

“Fuck,” Lyla gasps as she sinks down on him, his shaft spreading her open in ways she hasn’t grown used to. She doesn’t think she ever will.

“You’re so wet. You feel so good,” the goalie groans, not being able to stop himself from thrusting up into her. His hands keep her hips seated on him, earning a hearty moan from her.

Lyla’s hips buck wildly, letting his mushroomed tip hit at every angle. Her head lulls back, her hair falling out of her purposeful messy bun.

“Fuck yes! Oh my god,” she chants, her fingers digging the meat of his strong shoulders.

His cock splits her open making the girl shiver as she continues to move against him. Her grip starts to lessen, much like her body as it turns into jelly as she gives in to the pleasure. Her arousal coats his length and he finds himself getting lost in the wonder that is his lustful girlfriend. Everything about her is ethereal. Her hair sticking to her skin, her eyes turning into drunken green orbs, and her chest heaving for air that’s no longer existent in the hot car.

“You’re taking me so well, Ly. You’re such a fucking good girl,” Jeremy grips her throat and pulls her close, so he can whisper in her ear. His words pull her orgasm front and center; it looms in her tummy waiting for the green light.

“More. More,” Lyla whimpers, fire filling her veins and pumping in her ears.

Jeremy ruts into her, beads of sweat rolling down his face. He pulls her chest to his as she falls apart in his arms. Lyla pushes a hand into his thick hair, trying to stay anchored as her orgasm sweeps through her body. Her slick walls start collapsing around him and she crashes her lips on his. The girl moves erratically to savor every toe curling moment of her release.

“Yes! Yes!” Lyla chants. The warmth of him shooting thick ropes inside of her igniting another insatiable spark.

“Are you okay?” Jeremy asks once they both start to calm down. He kisses on the hollow of her neck while his hands rub soothingly at her back.

Her hand is still tangled in his locks while the other slides down the fogged up window. Her body still shakes from exertion and ecstasy.

“You make me feel so good,” she finally whimpers, her lips finding his again.

They fall back into each other, tongues curling around each other and sharing their last puffs of air.

Pulling away, they stare into each other’s eyes. There is so much love being shared through their simple glance, but it seems to get lost in translation. It’s there, though, on the tips of their tongues.

[dandadananalysis]

Cursed House Arc pt.1.1/? (review delayed)

Part 1: Episode 11/Chapter 28-30

Part 2: Episode 12/Chapter 31-33 (a bit of chapter 34)

Part ?... (season 2)

Some confessions to make: Sorry guys for the delay of the review of episode 11, because I'm having the most intense exam of my life, and it will happen again for the next 5 years :"))) So glad that the 3 most "cruel" subjects of my 1st module is done, 3/5 is completed, 2 more to go: Philosophy & English for specific purposes (doctor stuffs)

Now let's get back on track!

Now starting off with the episode, we were introduced with Enjoji Jin (a.k.a Jiji), Momo's crush/osana najimi (childhood friend)

And Okarun kept praising (silently) the young man for his phisque (hahah :0 well that's expected from someone who belittles himself too much, be more confident of yourself!!!) even though he now sees him as a rival bf (you see nothing here!)

And someone who is pretty much, an ideal boyfriend, turned out to be like this:

Gosh this man :'))))

His speech:

The reaction:

And he gets flirt with the rizz :))))

Especially with complimenting Seiko-obachan :)

Wait i'm a bit confused: when do we use obaasan and when obaachan? or even obasan, obachan???

Because I thought, obaachan is for granny, obaasan is for aunt

Jiji called Seiko as obachan -> Auntie, but the Vietnamese sub translation is "Bà" -> Granny, so when I checked the manga, it is actually Auntie! (Dì)

So is the Vietnamese translation wrong??? The VN sub is making the manga readers confusing, lah!

Anyone please help me with this :"))

(actually at around this part, I really want to analyse and get into the details, because someone on Fb post a very good small detail, but I guess I will save it for later...)

Jiji just get into the house without Momo's agree :))) So yeh, ofc she's confused, lah

Momo's crazy "NO!!!" dance, and Seiko's part :3

I love Aira's overthinking ideas

And she left immediately. Well bye bye, oyasumi nasai~

Wait, this is what we've been waiting for: be quiet pls :)))

She's staring at him, for whole freaking 25 seconds

Where's my "See you tommorow!"? Ofc Okarun confused <:)

Oka here it is!

I noticed that whenever Okarun is shy and confused, he keeps holding onto his glasses :3

Here's a closer view, he did blush and flustered Awww

Pls watch it by yourself pls!!!! This is PRICELESSSS (from Jiji)

(3:54-4:01)

His heart is not comfortable, at all. I get it man, poor Okarun...

Okay, and now it's currently 10:07 PM, and I'm hungry :")))

Hamburg beef with miso soup and pickled radish, I'm starving (my tummy is rumbling :")))

And Seiko-obaachan keeps giving him more food the more he praised her beauty

And now, Momo & Jiji's past

Okay why is this part starts to get scary???

And because of the "thing", no wonder why his parents are getting "not okay"

And the rest of the story, y'know already: 3/5 exorcisms he asked commited /ˈsuː.ɪ.saɪd/ or /ˈsuː.ə.saɪd/

The photos are censored in Youtube, but if you watch other resources, you can see how they "did" that

(This blog is family-friendly, I won't add any pictures relating to any sensitive elements)

I love them so much :)))) Granny moments~

(There's another detail I wanna discuss abt how Jiji talks to Momo that I found very interesting, but we will save it for later...)

Momo forgave his mistake for making fun of her... and that is cute <3

And now she has to face a bigger challenge: helping Jiji, solve the mystery, and she will get her uniforms :)))

Well now he knows :)))

Obachan (auntie) -> Baachan (Grandma)

(but we reach 30 images max) So we will end this post for now

Dang, first time it gets this long...

Probably I love this episode too much :)))

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And this is the first part of part 1

I will continue for part 1.2 (after the OP)

[stellarboystyles]

Eclipse

actress!oc and actor!harry blurb

"Babe, car's here!" Harry shouts, slowly jogging up the stairs to check on "Almost done?"

"Almost." she utters quietly, trying to focus on the task at hand.

"No rush, love." he reassures, adjusting his watch. "We're early this year."

"For once." she mumbles, putting in her last earring. "I'm just glad we don't have a team here this time."

"Me too." he agrees. "M'sick of people in our damn house."

She laughs at his lighthearted remark. Usually when getting ready for award shows, especially ones like this, most people will gather a whole team; assistants, manager, stylists, and sometimes designers to make sure everything is how it should be and everyone's on schedule.

Basically, every event is treated like a fucking wedding and Paxton is sick of it.

Despite the nature of her job, she's is an introvert. Plain and simple. She needs alone time to recharge and just be. And when you're a critically acclaimed actress who never takes a break (even when she's supposed to), you don't get recharge time. You don't get to just be a human on her couch. It's always her own doing, of course. But don't worry, Harry forces her to relax every once in awhile.

"I'm honestly over all that right now."

"Think we just need some alone time." he tries, raising an eyebrow at her through the wall. Even though he hasn't seen her yet there's already a little thrill inside him.

She takes one more look after smoothing her dress down. "I'm ready now."

"Oka-woah."

Harry never fails to bask in how attractive she is, and Paxton never fails to feign annoyance from it. She rolls her eyes and he's already objecting.

"Don't roll your eyes at me." he bites, hands in his pockets as he strolls over to her. "I'm allowed to look."

"I didn't say anything."

"But you wanted to."

"And how would you know?"

"Love, no offense but I know you well enough to know what you're thinking most of the time."

"Yeah, I know." she grumbles.

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"It means it annoys me."

"I know it does." he stands behind her in front of the mirror she's using and throws her a wink. "Why do you think I do it so much."

"You are so-"

"I'm what?" he pushes, faces inches away from each other. "Sexy? Smart? Charming? Funny? Attractive?"

"All of the above."

They're both smiling as she pulls him into a kiss in front of the mirror. It started out innocent.

For her.

He quickly tries to deepen the kiss, finding her hips. His palms try to snake down but her rationality steps in before his in the form of a giggle and a push on his chest.

'C'mon." he whines.

She can't deny him for very long. Never was able to. He radiates this essence of sex sometimes that she can't explain. It's almost addictive, like she has to have it if the mood is right.

The mood is always right with him.

"We have to go."

He picked up on Paxton's thinning resolve rather quickly, and decided to use it to his advantage.

"My love." he's speaking into her ear, the sultry voice filling her head. "Am I really gonna be crucified for fantasizing about kissing..."

He kisses her ear. She has to fight her eyes from closing in pleasure. His eyes lock on hers for a moment through the mirror and she has to hold her pride.

And holding,"

He squeezes her hips.

It takes everything in her not to exhale too loudly.

"And touching,"

One of his hands moves to smooth down from her ribcage, stopping just below her belly button.

"And fucking," he growls into her ear this time. "My gorgeous fiancée?"

"Later."

He glares at her in the mirror, because he knows she's right.

"You win this round." he kisses her head one more time before taking her hand.

She won the next round, too. Nine VMA's! Harry was so incredibly proud of her. Being her plus one is his favorite thing to do these days.

"Are we getting takeaway?"

"No." Harry laughs, shaking his head sliding his hand around her waist as they walk out of the venue and into the car. "You think I'm not taking you out when you look this good? Hell no. We're goin' out."

Paxton had a love hate relationship with the level of charm Harry had. It was so high at times she wasn't sure why he still tried so hard to impress her after two years of being together.

"Where are we going?"

"Wherever you want." he kisses the top of her head before opening the door of the car that was waiting for them.

"I want sushi."

"Nobu it is."

He can sense her hesitance of going to somewhere so public. He knows she'd rather go to some hole in the wall in...different outfits, obviously. So he changes the subject.

"So," he holds up one of her moonmans. "Are we going to have to dedicate a whole room for these things, or..."

"Stop." she gushes, as if to say, that's ridiculous. "We're not those people."

"What's that mean?"

"No." she giggles. "We do not need a room for Oscar's."

"Oscar's, Grammy's, Golden Globes, Brits-"

"Can't we just put them in the studio?"

They shared the same look and laughed.

"Maybe we do need a room for these things."

She scrunches her nose in response. It was a weird feeling, coming to terms with little things like that. But he was looking at her in the most adoring way.

"Don't look at me like that."

"What?" "Am I not allowed to look at my gorgeous fiancée-"

"Are you crazy?" she gasps, gingerly hitting him on the shoulder, gesturing toward the driver.

"He's inner circle, relax." he mumbles.

"Inner circle is exactly how things get out."

"Am I that much of a dick that you don't want people to know you're marrying me?"

"That's not true and you know it."

"All these people that we know, our friends." "They're so happy, then they go public and it's too much."

"Everyone already knows." he argues. "Since when have you ever cared about what people think?"

She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

"Exactly."

"I don't. I mean, I try not to. But when they're in your face screaming that you're-"

"Don't." he interjects, shaking his head with a wince. "I don't care. They're jealous."

"I know. I'm just scared."

"You don't need to be."

"Your heart 's too good." he lays his head on her shoulder. "That's your problem."

He was right, and she knew that deep down. Was life really worth living if it was only behind closed doors? Staying in hiding simply because she didn't want people to gossip seems pretty coward like at the end of the day.

They knew the strength level of their relationship. It could never be torn down by some petty comments on the internet.

"I don't want to pretend anymore."