#god I fell so hard for her during that scene

[thatsprettylane]

The real reason we need a book accurate Dracula movie is so Mina can sweep everything off a table and lay out a map and her journal and explain how she knows Dracula is on the river on October 30th.

[celuere]

Can I pretty please, and oh so kindly, and only if it's okay, request for soft smut scene with Arlecchino? I love your headcanons about her when her wife is pregnant and even after giving birth... So I can't help but fantasize about Arlecchino making sweet love to her wife a couple of weeks after she recovers from childbirth? Thank you so much, and I hope you keep creating and sharing your beautiful brainchildren. 🥹🥰

birds of a feather.

pairing: arlecchino x fem!reader

cw: fingering, arles fat dick, soft sex omg, pathetic lesbian arlecchino who cheered, so much fluff it‘ll make you throw up, body worship, breeding because one child with her ain‘t enough, uhmmm slight lactation kink- WHO SAID THAT.

anon you GOT me with that ask. like straight up grabbing me by the throat with it. bless you. 

word count: 2.2k

you breathed out a sigh laced with exhaustion as you pulled your dirty shirt over your head. turns out having a baby throw up over you right after getting off the breast isn‘t the most pleasant experience.

your eyes lingered on your body a bit too long. the stretch marks on your tummy along with the loose skin from your baby belly were enough evidence of the childbirth you put yourself through a little over six months. luckily it wasn‘t as bad as some stories made it out to be, but those 36 hours of labor were… something. ten fingers weren‘t enough to count how often you told your husband to shut up even tho she tried her best to relieve you. wiping your forehead with a cool cloth, helping you walk the stairs of your manor up and down which was… embarrassing with an entire team of midwives and doctors watching your every step. but overall you did amazing.

parenthood was… scary might be the wrong term but it was definitely new territory for the both of you. even arlecchino. she could handle toddlers, teenagers and young adults, that‘s what she has been doing for the last ten years after all, but a newborn? which she gets to call her own? the baby you nurtured in your belly for nine months? cut her some slack, she is doing the best she can. you aren‘t even allowed to get up during the night if she isn‘t hungry. it is always your husband changing her diapers and soothing her back to slumber so incredibly fast that you start wondering if she isn‘t feeding the baby benadryl.

you looked up to the door being opened by none other than arlecchino, bloody eyes immediately landing on your exposed upper body before they drove up to your face. she visibly swallowed.

„she… just fell back asleep.“, her mouth was slightly left open as she closed the door behind her. she couldn‘t quite tear her gaze off of you and that meant something. she wasn‘t being awkward when you breastfed, nor did she even mention the topic of intimacy for the last months but now… she did look quite caught off guard.

„you are staring, honey…“

the harbinger slightly shook her head, averting her eyes as she walked over to your shared bed.

„my apologies. i didn’t intend to cause any unease for you. but…“, with her back turned to you, you failed to see how she had to bite her lower lip. and how she was practically clawing into her pants.

„but you look ravishing.“

you stayed silent as you watched your husband get back into bed. heart pounding against your ribcage, threatening to set out a beat or two. it has been a while since those x‘s have been filled with anything else other than love and affection. the moment was short lived but you did catch that glimmer of lust flying over her face. 

„ravishing you say…?“, you let your sleepwear drop to the floor as you made your way over to her and god the way her eyes where quite literally fucking you already.

„what do you think you‘re doing?“, she didn’t quite know where to look. your swollen breasts? your tummy and the marks stretching over the skin? or your beautiful face? it‘s not often that the knave is having a hard time with making decisions.

„you… looked like you wanted to have a closer look…“

„ma cherié, please cover yourself up- i don’t want you to walk around with your bare chest for my sake.“, grabbing the cardigan that was resting on your side of the bed before she handed it over to you, trying to ignore just how hard she already was from merely looking at you.

„why, don’t you like what you are seeing…? i know i gained some weight during pregnancy a-and my stomach is also hanging a bit loose…“, you did feel your heart sink at the thought of being unattractive to her. especially after what you put your body through.

arlecchino only stared at you in disbelief of what you just said. as if you just slapped her right across the face. the disbelief in her eyes seemingly growing with each moment that passed.

„i strongly detest such accusations. infact, i have never found you more beautiful…“, her hand gently clasped your arm in her grip as she tugged you onto her lap, „yet i don‘t want you to feel obligated to show yourself off to me. you… gave birth. you bore my child. i want things to move at your pace and if i ever gave you a different impression then i deeply apologize for that. it wasn‘t my inten-“, she halted mid-sentence when you moved her hand over to your tits until she cupping you in her palm.

„we are very much moving at my pace, my dear husband… do you have any idea how difficult it is to watch you do literally anything lately…?“, you noticed her lips part as her hand gave you a soft squeeze, dragging a moan right out of you.

„is that so? elaborate…“, she gave your nipple a tender pinch, eyes never leaving your own.

„i-it‘s just the way you handle her- or how you‘ve been in home office for the last months now… a-always being there when i need you… s-simple things l-like that… hah…“, your face flushed more with a deep red after each syllable rolling over your lips. her intense gaze on you. the hand massaging your tit. you almost didn‘t notice in the midst of the heat how you began to lose some milk. her attention was immediately fixed on the creamy fluid running over her hand.

„look at you…“, you audibly gasped as you felt her mouth close around your nipple. not sucking. merely letting this fluid gold run right over tongue. she has been curious for quite some time about the taste but archons forbid the knave would ask her nursing wife to have a taste of her breastmilk. she needs to maintain at least some of her dignity.

pregnancy has made them so incredibly sensitive to the touch. seeing your husband knead and clinging to them is just… you‘ll have to change panties again. or maybe you don‘t. because a certain hand was already working on shoving them aside, coating her fingers immediately in your slick as she let go of your boob.

„you taste just as sweet as i expected… and as you look.“, something in her eyes turned so incredibly weak at the sight of your flushed face. while something else was straining against the prison of her boxers. 

„y-you are overdoing it, r-really- ah-!“, your hand found her neck as she sunk two clipped fingers into your warmth. and god it felt like coming back home to a home cooked meal after a long business trip. her movements were hesitant at first as she studied your face for any signs of pain or being uncomfortable.

„mhm… my sweet angel… already moving your hips against me?“, her smile was lethal when she managed to hit your weakest spot with just a simple curl of her fingers. on the first try.

the sudden hit caused your back to arch and your body to shiver. it almost felt like she was not a single day out of practice where it not for the hesitant movements.

she was testing how deep the waters are before she steps into them.

„h-how- how do you still know how to h-hit it-?“, a rhetorical question.

„my love.“, her digits now softly pressing and massaging this important spot inside of you as you were gripping onto her fingers for dear life, „i could never forget something as important as my wife‘s pleasure.“

you forgot how truly skilled she actually was with those fingers. how good she knew your body from the outside and inside. each curl felt calculated as if she wanted to push you near the cliff of your self restraint but not off of it. and it worked so well. 

arlecchino on the other side was absolutely besotted if not getting completely drunk off the sight of her wife riding her fingers as if it‘s day one. crimson gaze roaming over your body, how your tits bounced with each movement in front of her face and those stretchmarks… these things were awakening something in her that harbinger didn‘t even know existed. and she loved you for it. she loved how you led her to discovering new sides of herself everyday. a baby? something she could only ever imagine with you and nobody else.

„peru- p-peruere please-“

„please what, amour? you have such a pretty mouth… tell me exactly what you want me to do…“, her voice was reduced to nothing but a soft whisper. no sign of the usual deep, monotone sound.

„c-can- gulp can i have you inside- n-not your fingers- i-i mean your-“, she didn‘t let you finish that sentence as you felt her hand securing the back of your head as she carefully laid you back down on the mattress, fingers smoothly retreating from your aching pussy.

„i‘ll give you anything you want, dove. i‘d even pluck the moon out of the firmament if you asked me to.“, a much bigger hand engulfed yours before lifting it up to her lips, pressing a gentle kiss right on top of your wedding ring. archons above. you never felt more fertile to be honest.

and if eyes could fuck, you‘d be on your 4th orgasm already.

„wh-what… what are you looking at…?“, you suppressed the urge to hide your body by crossing your arms in front of your chest.

„i… am currently looking at my stunning wife. and how beautiful she still looks after bringing a baby into the world.“, your lungs grew suddenly too big for your ribcage as she lowered her head towards your abdomen before you felt her lips hitting one of the various marks stretching over the skin.

„mother of my child… music to my ears.“, and it didn‘t stop at peppering gentle kisses onto you. her hands had to give your hips a nice massage as she slowly worked her way up to breasts, cupping the soft mass in her cursed existence before you found the hardened bud back between her lips.

you didn‘t know how many minutes she spent with just kissing and licking every single inch of your body. whispering the occasional „i love you.“ in between those sensual moments while your heart hurt so bad. not in a bad way of course. her words just seemed too big for you to comprehend, it felt like it was ripping you apart from the inside. sex never felt dirty with her. no matter how rough or soft she was with you. it was always intimate, sensitive, special. like two puzzle pieces finally fitting each other.

she almost came right on the spot when she entered you. actually had to take a few moments to regulate her breathing in order to not come inside of you after ten seconds. since when did she have so little control over herself?

on the other side of the coin you weren‘t doing any better. hips urging her to go deeper as you gripped the sheets with all your might in an attempt to somehow anchor yourself. 

„may i-“

„god please- yes-“

you often pictured this particular moment. the first bit of intimacy after months of navigating parenthood. you imagined her to be starved. rough. hungry. yet she was none of it. her pace was slow, almost scared. as if she was handling a porcelain figure. her grip on you was tender. no nails digging into you since she is keeping them neatly filed down in order to not harm the baby. and she was moaning. something she barely did. your husband was vocal. vocal and vulnerable and you couldn‘t get enough of it. 

she looked so weak. so incredibly weak with how she had to keep the drool running out of her mouth by licking her lips every now and then, red eyes darting around, unsure where to look. your flushed face? your chest? your abdomen? or her dick pumping in and out of you and the creamy ring that already formed around her base?

if her place was inside her wife‘s pussy then so be it.

you choose to not comment on her state. she‘d deny it anyway.

what really did the trick for her was when you grabbed after her hand, fingers intertwining with each other as if not even time and space could separate you.

„tu seras ma fin…“

„you will be the end of me…“

you shared everything that night. memories. weaknesses and even orgasms.

when she painted thick ropes of her cum inside of you she couldn‘t fight the urge to press you all the way down on her. to make sure she was savoring every single bit of herself inside of you.

and right now you moaned her name like a prayer to the gods. not to be saved but to be blessed with maybe another addition to the family. securing the bloodlines or something like that.

your joined panting filled the room and the smell of raw sex probably hung in the air too.

„thank you.“

„f-for what…?“

it was then when you heard a cry coming from across the hallway. an all too familiar cry. a reminder of your love for each other.

„for this.“

[devourable]

yandere gym bunny x gn reader smut ;; dom yan/sub reader, risky/public setting, use of sex toys (app controlled vibrator), praise, dacryphilia, mommy kink? (only said once), reader referred to as baby and doll

the buzzing is so fucking loud. people had to know what was going on, right?

you trembled violently as you tried to finish your reps, staring daggers at valentina as she chatted with someone across the gym. it had became a habit of hers, to pretend to be busy elsewhere simply so she could watch you struggle as she toyed with you from afar. the sight of her on her phone, no doubt messing with the app that controlled the vibrator she had stuffed you with, all while chatting away with her friend made your skin burn.

an excruciating jolt of pleasure buckled your knees and nearly sent you to the ground, involuntarily gritting your teeth to keep yourself from crying out — a punishment from tina for pausing during your workout for too long. you managed to just barely choke down your moans, but the noises that you couldn't keep from slipping past your lips still drew concerned glances from other patrons. you were making a scene! it was so humiliating!

you could hear your girlfriend's sadistic giggle from across the gym when she amped up the bullet's power. you couldn't move, could barely breathe — the only thing you could focus on was the feeling of your painfully sensitive walls being assaulted by waves of intense vibrations. all you could do was lean and squirm against the lifting equipment you were sat on, silently praying that you wouldn't make a mess in your shorts in front of everyone.

it felt like hours had passed before she finally returned to your side. you could barely focus on her words, but you could pick up that she was feigning worry and gently tutting at you for 'pushing yourself too hard'. just loud enough to keep the few that had picked up on your odd behavior from bothering you. she gathered you up in her arms and led you away from the main part of the gym.

thank god the pool room was empty. the second valentina had closed and locked the door behind the two of you, you had to hold onto her, unable to stop the tears from cascading down your face.

"m-mmommy," you sobbed, curling up against tina's chest. "'s too much! please make it stop, i-i can't—"

you cried and cried, whimpering against your girlfriend as she held you close. your pleas mostly fell on deaf ears — she was listening to you, of course, but she just couldn't bring herself to act on your needs. you were just so cute when you cried for her.

valentina gently held your face in her hands, drinking in your ruined form.

"you're doing so good, baby," she cooed, leaning down to your ear to give you a playful nip. "sweet lil' thing. want me to make it stop?"

she was already stooping down to her knees in front of you when you rapidly nodded, unable to stop yourself from panting in anticipation as tina left a trail of sticky, lip gloss laden kisses down your neck, collar, any exposed skin her lips could find on her way down. her hands slid beneath your shorts. the way you trembled as you stood, desperately pressing you thighs together to try and keep the unrelenting pleasure from overwhelming you was enough to get valentina biting her bottom lip.

"look at you, dripping for me~" she purred, her gaze hungrily running over your newly exposed flesh as she pulled your shorts down to your knees. "fuck, you're soaking. you like it when people watch, don't you? didn't know i was dating a little perv."

you couldn't hold back the choked moan she pulled from you as her fingers gently worked their way into you, that overwhelming heat burning in your stomach once again when she prodded at and pulled the vibrating black bullet out of you at a painstakingly slow pace. she savored the way you involuntarily bucked your hips, watching you watch her with that desperate look in your eye, fighting so hard to stop from getting too loud and alerting anyone as to what the two of you were up to.

you tried to speak again, but the feeling of valentina gently nipping the skin of your inner thigh made you gasp.

"be quiet for me," she muttered, the feeling of her breath between your legs making you tremble. "you're so perfect. you can keep it up a bit longer, can't you?"

you honestly didn't think you had much of a choice in the matter. but you couldn't help the small flush of satisfaction that her pleased smile brought you when you nodded.

"that's my doll," she purred, her tongue coming out to meet your wet, sensitive flesh. "let me make you feel real good."

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hi! I saw your Percy Jackson asks where open and I wanted to send in a request! How would Percy react to a fem reader who is the child of Morpheus the God of dreams? Like I imagine being a child to the God of dreams would make one fall asleep randomly when they are still new to their powers, so how would the scenario play out if perhaps one day reader falls asleep on him during a movie night? Would he stay as still as possible as to not wake her up or would he do something else like gently wake her up/move her? Hopefully I made this detatiled enough but in anyway thank you!!

You were just halfway from dozing off when Percy’s voice brought you from the cusp of a deep sleep to ask:

‘Does your dad look like-‘

‘For the last time Percy no, my dad doesn’t look like Tom Sturridge from The Sandman.’ You replied before he could even finish his question. It wasn’t the first time he asked this question after watching the Netflix show ironically about a man who bore the same name as your godly father, Morpheus, the god of dreams; Something that you now had a bone to pick with Neil Gaiman over.

‘Sooo he doesn’t blow golden sand at people’s faces to make them fall asleep?’ Percy continued to ask but at this point you knew that he was only doing this just to get a rise out of you and also to keep you from falling asleep again.

‘No-will you pack it in, in trying to get some rest from today.’ You said as you lightly smack his arm whilst readjusting your head onto his shoulder for more comfort, already feeling the lull of sleep beckoning you to fall further when Percy once again spoke up.

‘But you already do enough sleeping as it is!’ He cried but tried his hardest not to move too much in fear of agitating you, knowing firsthand how much you hated your sleep being disrupted. ‘And I can’t help that!’ You exclaimed. ‘I’ve been falling asleep at random ever since Morpheus claimed me as his own. It’s almost as though I’ve suddenly developed narcolepsy or something.’ You were still getting use to your powers that for some reason would backfire now and then, causing you to have bouts of almost narcoleptic episodes where you could just be talking to someone then boom; there you were, fast asleep in the strawberry fields or on the sandy dunes of the lake as though it were the most comfortable place known to man.

It worried to everyone to begin with but upon being claimed, it started to make a lot more sense that whenever you did spontaneously fall asleep, it was easier to be accommodated for; letting you sleep because you were mad cranky when woken prematurely. Connor and Travis learnt that the hard way when for an entire week their dreams consisted of being chased by a very angry humanoid goose, as if being chased by a regular goose wasn’t scary enough. Just one of the few perks of being the child of the god who could morph dreams and enter them however he saw fit.

The subject of your tendency to fall asleep at random was soon dropped entirely as you and Percy went back to watching the movie that was already well within it’s third and final act. Well Percy was, you on the other hand…were fast asleep on his shoulder, uncaring of the crook in the neck that you were surly developing from your uncomfortable position. Percy doesn’t notice until he goes to look at you to make a joke on a certain scene but stopped and the words died on his lips as he stared at you adoringly. ‘Why am I not surprised that you’ve fell asleep. Again.’ He says softly to himself as he watched how your grip on his arm would occasionally tighten as though your dream had taken a tonal shift, only to loosen up and relax not a moment after.

Not that I needed my arm or my shoulder anyways. Percy thought to himself as he tried his absolute hardest to stay still for your benefit but he might as well have asked Medusa to make him into stone instead because he was doing such a shit job at not moving at all. It was almost as if all his limbs had minds of their own as they’d move or his fingers would tap against his thigh impatiently as the movie ended and the credits began to appear on screen; With the remote too far for him to reach without waking you up and nothing else to occupy his restless mind, Percy felt as though he was in his own personal hell and heaven, or fields of punishment and Elysium.

For one, he got to admire you as you slept, completely at peace and safe within his presence as you would oftentimes shuffle further into him, making noises of discontent when you thought you felt him move away and tightening your grip; Something he found undeniably adorable as he watched the twitches in your face and tries to guess what kind of dream you were having based off them. Secondly he desperately wanted to move, his brain was telling him to move, but Percy would rather not risk having an angry human sized goose chasing him in his dreams for the next week because he accidentally woke you prematurely from your nap. He knows you wouldn’t do that but in cases like these, it he’d know it be better to be safe and sure then expect special treatment; which upon retrospect sounded a lot worse then getting chased by a human sized goose.

So Percy allows himself the fate of being your makeshift pillow, though not before pressing a kiss to your head, wishing you the sweetest of dreams before inevitably falling asleep himself as he rested his head atop of yours, crook in his neck be damned.

[tricksh0t]

★ new year's

☾ jesse x male reader (tlou)

𝘱𝘳𝘦-𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘩0𝘵 ⛥ guess who watched TLOU s2 ep1 today :) by the way I've watched the gameplay as well

𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴 ⛥ 547

cw: dry humping ish, no s*x just making out, hard-ons, a church

Desperate hands curl around the side of your face and grasp at your hair, pulling. Pulling at your strands, pulling you far back. That initial strength pulls you off, but you fight it, push through, back to his lips.

He doesn't resist. He kicks himself further up the wall, inching up to his full height so you might kiss him easier; but his knees are weak. You notice it.

It's like you're grappling, when you take the underside of his knee, pull him up to height and push him back against the wall.

It's Jesse's choice, after, to wrap it around your hip and press his body closer.

Your pelvises meet, and fuck, that is not a gun.

In a sudden sprout of awareness, Jesse turns his head. He says in a gasp for air, "We're at a church."

"We're outside a church." You correct, and you won't let his self-restraint stop you. It's his self-restraint, after all.

When you press kisses around his neck, Jesse groans. "Wait. Wait, seriously." He tugs at your hair, but you're like a fucking animal, like a dog stealing food that's not his. "Maria's gonna fucking kill me."

"Not if we don't get caught."

"Seriously, you rabid dog." His hand comes down to your cheek, and his thumb pushed against your top lip, and only then do you pull off.

"What is it?" You press a kiss to his thumb, even after it has slighted you, and Jesse almost melts. "Do you not like it..? I mean, you're into guys aren't you?"

"I wouldn't say I'm into guys, I'm more into you—nevermind, that's not the point." Jesse shakes his head. "It's New Year's."

"That's exactly why we should be kissing." You argue.

"And we're at a party and–"

"–you're not helping your case here–"

"and I'm looked up to. I'm a patrol commander, I've gotta get up early tomorrow, and...and it's a goddamn church.."

"Get up early tomorrow is suggesting a lot—and why are you so hooked up on it being a damn church?" Before Jesse can even reply, you kiss him.

He fights for a second or two, nails digging into your cheek and his other hand pushing into your shoulder, before he finally, finally melts.

All his restraint, all his refusal, is thrown right out the window. He grinds his pelvis up against yours, and that moan he lets out at it is quiet, but only because your mouth muffles it.

You swallow the sound right up. God, he's a fucking treat.

Your hands wander, riding up his shirt. A shiver runs through his body–it's winter and there's wind–but your warm hands are there to make up for it. It has a whimper pulling out of his throat.

You've stared before, at the peak of summer, when he lifts up his shirt and he's all sweaty. Of course, you couldn't touch, then.

"Dina's finally let you go," You chuckle, nipping at his bottom lip before kissing his jaw. "and I finally get to have you."

"Oh shut the fuck up." Jesse breathes out, but it's as much of a threat as a snow bunny is.

You don't know how much farther you'll go. You're both hard, that much is clear, and you're not passing up this chance.

𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵-𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘩0𝘵 ⛥ okay let's talk about casting:

bella ramsey was sooo good first season right? but this deeper voice they've got for season 2 (at least i think they're making their voice deeper) is NOT selling an older Ellie; so I think they should've recasted Ellie

ABBY DESERVES TO BE BUFF! that's almost her whole thing in the game, like, "blonde? arms like mine?" or how she's always described as jacked, that's her identifier but fine if at least the actress built some muscle, i think it's alright; her acting during her introduction scene was good

Jesse's casting was great, Dina should've had her hair up more often than not but that casting is okay, she really sold the Dina voice when she yelled "Ellie!" when Ellie fell through the floor

Rapidfire for the fireflies: Owen and Abby's height difference SHOULD NOT have been that big, and the rest of them are way too hot. Like, Manny should've been chubbier, rounder cheeks and all, it's part of his charm. Also where's the rest of them? The dude with the bitch scar across his face?

[charlesollielandooscararthur]

Dating my best friend?

summary: Where the internet thinks y/n and arthur are dating

It started as a joke. At least, I thought it was a joke.

But then it spiraled into something else entirely.

One random morning, I woke up to my phone buzzing non-stop. I groggily reached for it, squinting at the brightness of my screen.

And then I saw the notifications.

Twitter: @F1Edits posted a video of you! Twitter: @F1FanPage mentioned you in a tweet! Twitter: Your name is trending!

My stomach dropped. That was never a good sign.

I clicked on the first notification and was immediately met with an edit—a full-blown, cinematic edit—of me and Arthur, backed by some ridiculously romantic music.

My jaw dropped.

The video was a compilation of every moment Arthur and I had ever been caught on camera together—hugging, laughing, him slinging an arm around my shoulder, me fixing his hair, him carrying me on his back at the paddock once, the way we always leaned into each other during interviews.

And the caption?

"How are they not in love?"

I sat up so fast I nearly fell out of bed.

"What the—"

I scrolled through the comments.

"No, because I refuse to believe they're not together." "They HAVE to be dating. No way they're just 'best friends.'" "The way Arthur looks at her. Please." "If they ever say they're just friends, I'm calling them liars." "Charles, blink twice if you're third-wheeling."

I groaned, rubbing my temples.

This had to be a joke. Right?

Wrong.

Because as I kept scrolling, I realized it wasn't just one edit. It was everywhere.

Fan accounts were obsessed with the idea that Arthur and I were secretly in love.

There were threads analyzing our "body language." Slow-motion videos of us laughing together with captions like "soulmates." A clip of us playfully arguing with the caption "they act like a married couple." Even a damn photo collage comparing our hugs to the way couples in movies held each other.

I felt my soul leave my body.

Just when I thought it couldn't get worse, my phone buzzed again.

Arthur: DUDE WHAT IS TWITTER RN LMAO

I groaned and immediately FaceTimed him.

The second he answered, he was grinning. "y/n," he said dramatically. "It's time to tell Charles the truth."

I glared at him. "Arthur, shut up."

He cackled. "No, because I am living for this. People really think we're dating."

"Yes, and it's a problem!" I huffed. "You know Charles is gonna see this, right?"

Arthur smirked. "You think he's jealous?"

I groaned. "Arthur, I swear—"

Just then, another call popped up on my screen.

Charles.

I stared at it. Arthur saw it too and immediately lost it.

"Ohhh, you're in trouble," he teased.

I sighed. "I hate you."

I switched to Charles' call, bracing myself.

The second he picked up, he wasted no time. "Why is the internet trying to marry you and Arthur?"

I groaned. "Charles, I have no idea."

He was quiet for a second. "...I don't like it."

A smile tugged at my lips. "Are you jealous?"

He scoffed. "No."

I raised an eyebrow.

"...Okay, maybe a little," he admitted.

I laughed, shaking my head. "Well, don't worry. Arthur is definitely not my type."

Charles hummed. "Good."

Before I could say anything else, Arthur texted me again.

Arthur: so when's the wedding or what??

I sighed.

This was never going away.

The entire Leclerc family and y/n was gathered at Pascale's house for dinner when the Twitter chaos reached its peak.

I was sitting between Arthur and Charles at the dining table, trying desperately to act normal. But it was hard when Arthur kept snickering under his breath every time our phones buzzed with another notification.

Lorenzo, who had been scrolling through his phone, suddenly furrowed his brows. "Uh... y/n?"

I froze mid-bite. "...Yes?"

He turned his phone around, showing me the worst possible thing he could have found.

An edit. Again.

But this time, it was a full two-minute montage of Arthur and me, with dramatic transitions, soft slow-motion clips, and—oh my God, was that a wedding scene from a movie edited to make it look like us?!

Arthur lost it.

He nearly fell out of his chair, laughing so hard that he had to clutch his stomach.

Pascale, confused, looked between us. "What's so funny?"

Charles, who had been quietly suffering this whole time, groaned and buried his face in his hands. "Maman, don't ask."

Lorenzo, still trying to understand, read the comments under the edit out loud.

"They are literally endgame." "I don't care what they say, they're in love." "The chemistry is insane. They can deny it all they want, but we see it."

Pascale blinked. "Wait... they think Arthur and y/n are together?"

Arthur wheezed. "YES."

I groaned, dropping my head onto the table. "I hate the internet."

Charles, still visibly annoyed, muttered, "Me too."

Lorenzo raised an eyebrow. "How did this even start?"

Arthur grinned. "Oh, you know, just years of being the best-looking duo in F1 history."

Charles shot him a glare. "Arthur."

Arthur held up his hands. "Hey, don't blame me. I told you guys to go public sooner, but noooo, you wanted to keep it a secret." He smirked at Charles. "Look where that got you."

Pascale, clearly trying not to laugh, patted Charles' arm. "Mon chéri, I don't think you have anything to worry about."

Charles sighed dramatically, crossing his arms. "I know that. But it's annoying."

Arthur smirked, nudging me. "So, babe, when are we making it official?"

Charles kicked him under the table.

Arthur yelped, rubbing his shin. "Merde! Okay, okay, I'll stop."

Lorenzo, shaking his head, muttered, "I can't believe this is what the internet is talking about."

Pascale, still amused, looked at me. "y/n, maybe you should post something to clear it up?"

I sighed. "Yeah, I probably should."

Arthur leaned over my shoulder. "Make sure to say that you're heartbroken that I rejected you."

Charles kicked him again.

And for the rest of the night, Arthur milked the situation for all it was worth, much to Charles' growing frustration.

Arthur was thriving.

The entire dinner, he kept finding new ways to bring up the Twitter chaos, fully enjoying Charles' irritation.

At one point, he turned to Pascale and, with the most serious expression ever, said, "Maman, I think it's time we start planning the wedding."

Charles snapped his head up so fast I thought he might get whiplash. "Arthur."

Arthur smirked. "What? The people have spoken. y/n and I have undeniable chemistry."

I groaned. "Arthur, I swear—"

He ignored me completely, turning to Lorenzo. "You'll be my best man, right?"

Lorenzo played along, nodding thoughtfully. "Of course. Someone has to keep Charles from throwing a tantrum during the vows."

Charles scowled. "This is not funny."

Pascale, now full-on laughing, patted his hand. "Oh, mon chéri, it's a little funny."

Arthur grinned. "See? Even Maman thinks so." He turned back to me. "So, y/n, first dance song? I'm thinking something dramatic."

Charles shoved Arthur so hard he nearly fell out of his chair.

I buried my face in my hands. "I hate you both."

Arthur, still laughing, sat up straight again. "Oh, don't worry, y/n. I promise I'll let you down easy."

Charles shot him the deadliest glare I'd ever seen. "Arthur, I swear to God—"

Arthur just winked.

Pascale shook her head, still smiling. "y/n, ma chérie, I do think you should post something to clear it up. Or else this will never end."

I groaned. "You're right."

Arthur leaned over again, grinning. "Make sure to write that I'm the love of your life."

Charles grabbed his fork and pointed it at him. "I will stab you."

Lorenzo sighed, sipping his wine. "This is the most entertaining dinner we've had in a while."

I pulled out my phone and quickly typed out a tweet:

"As much as I love Arthur, he is unfortunately my best friend and NOT my boyfriend. Please stop making wedding edits before Charles actually murders him."

I hit send, sighing in relief. "There. Cleared up."

Arthur pouted. "You could've been nicer about it."

Charles smirked. "Oh no, I think it was perfect."

Arthur dramatically crossed his arms. "Fine. But when I do get a girlfriend, I expect the same level of effort from the internet."

Lorenzo chuckled. "I don't think they'll care as much."

Arthur gasped. "How dare you?"

Pascale laughed softly. "I love all of you, but I think I need some wine before this conversation gets even worse."

And just like that, the teasing finally started to die down.

Well, at least for that night.

Because the next morning, I woke up to another tweet from Arthur.

"Heartbroken. Betrayed. Stabbed in the back. I was ready to give y/n the world, but alas... Charles won. Stay strong, my fellow shippers. 💔"

I nearly threw my phone at the wall.

Charles, reading over my shoulder, groaned. "I'm going to kill him."

Arthur, standing in the doorway, just smirked. "If I can't have her, no one can."

I launched a pillow at his head.

The internet lost its mind.

After my tweet officially clearing things up, people didn't just accept it and move on. Oh, no. Instead, they shifted their focus entirely—to me and Charles.

Within minutes, our names were trending, and fans were freaking out.

"WAIT, WAIT, WAIT. If she's NOT dating Arthur... THEN WHO IS SHE DATING??"

"Guys. GUYS. WHAT IF IT'S CHARLES???"

"Now I need to know who y/n's real boyfriend is. I'm INVESTED."

Then someone, some cursed individual, dug up old photos of me and Charles—us standing just a little too close, smiling at each other when we thought no one was looking, him pulling me aside in the paddock, moments that definitely looked suspicious when taken out of context.

And suddenly, a new theory was born:

"What if y/n was dating Charles this entire time and that's why Arthur was so comfortable joking about it??"

I groaned so loudly Charles turned to look at me from the other side of the couch. "Now what?"

I just wordlessly turned my phone to show him the absolute chaos online. His eyes scanned the tweets, his expression shifting from confusion to realization to pure horror.

He muttered, "Merde."

I sighed. "Yeah. Merde."

And then Arthur made things so much worse.

He retweeted one of the tweets theorizing that I was secretly dating Charles and captioned it:

"Who's to say?" 👀

CHARLES NEARLY THREW HIS PHONE.

"ARTHUR!" he shouted, already reaching for his own phone to yell at him.

I buried my face in my hands. "I hate him so much."

Arthur, from his own apartment, immediately FaceTimed us, laughing his ass off.

The second Charles answered, Arthur gasped dramatically. "WAIT. Are you guys together right now? Oh, this just gets better and better!"

Charles glared. "Arthur, why did you do that?"

Arthur was still grinning. "Because it's funny. You should see Twitter right now."

We both checked.

It was a disaster.

"WHY WOULD ARTHUR RETWEET THIS IF IT WASN'T TRUE???" "Guys, we were looking at the wrong Leclerc this whole time." "This man just soft launched his brother's relationship, and I respect that."

Charles let out a long, long sigh, rubbing his temples. "This is not how I wanted this to happen."

I groaned. "Do we just... confirm it now?"

Arthur perked up. "Oh, do it in the cutest way possible. I need something to make up for the heartbreak of losing you."

Charles and I both shot him a glare.

Arthur just smirked. "Too soon?"

Charles sighed. "I hate you."

Arthur grinned. "No, you don't. You love me. Almost as much as you love y/n."

And because Charles was already done with the whole situation, he just... ended the call.

I stared at him. "Wow."

He exhaled. "I refuse to let him make this worse."

But it was already worse.

Because Arthur, the menace, was already tweeting again.

"Can't believe I lost my best friend AND my sister-in-law on the same day. Stay strong, warriors. 💔"

Charles threw his phone onto the couch. "I give up."

I sighed, shaking my head. "Arthur is never going to let us live this down."

Charles groaned, rubbing his face. "I know."

And sure enough, the next morning, Arthur had another tweet waiting for us.

"Seeing y/n and Charles together is so hard for me. But if they're happy, I guess I'll cope." 😔💔

He was having the time of his life.

Charles and I? Not so much.

By the next day, our relationship was basically confirmed—not because we said anything, but because Arthur wouldn't stop talking about it.

At this point, he had taken his self-assigned role as Heartbroken Brother and Former Love Interest way too seriously.

His tweets were out of control:

Arthur Leclerc (@Arthur_Leclerc): "Can't believe I was just a placeholder. 😔💔"

Arthur Leclerc (@Arthur_Leclerc): "Somewhere in another universe, it's me and y/n against the world. Not in this one, though. In this one, I am merely a side character."

Arthur Leclerc (@Arthur_Leclerc): "Wishing my ex-best friend and ex-fake-girlfriend all the best. Even though this betrayal will haunt me forever."

The comments were insane.

"THIS MAN IS SO DRAMATIC I CAN'T." "Arthur, PLEASE, they're literally just dating." "You are acting like Charles stole your childhood sweetheart." "Arthur is the biggest shipper of Charles and y/n and the biggest hater at the same time."

And then, just when I thought Arthur had finally run out of ways to be annoying, he took it to Instagram.

I was sitting with Charles in his apartment when I got the notification. I opened it and immediately groaned.

"No way."

Charles looked over. "What now?"

I turned my phone around.

Arthur had posted a black-and-white photo of us. It was an old picture of me fixing his hair before a karting race, and underneath it, he had captioned it:

"Once upon a time. 💔"

Charles let out a long, suffering sigh. "I hate him."

Arthur, who somehow knew we were both looking at the post, called us immediately.

The second I picked up, he sighed dramatically. "I just needed a moment to grieve."

Charles scowled. "Arthur—"

But Arthur wasn't done.

"Do you know how hard this is for me?" he continued. "I mean, I was the one who had to sit back and watch while my fake soulmate fell for my own brother."

I rolled my eyes. "Arthur—"

"I was the one who had to suffer in silence while you two snuck around, living your secret romance while I was out here looking like a fool."

Charles, completely done, said, "I'm hanging up."

Arthur gasped. "CHARLES, HOW DARE YOU. I am pouring my heart out, and you—"

Click.

Charles ended the call.

I stared at him. "Wow."

Charles groaned, falling back onto the couch. "He deserved it."

I checked my phone again and sighed. "You do realize he's never going to stop, right?"

Charles covered his face with his hands. "I know."

And, of course, Arthur did not stop.

By the next morning, he had posted a TikTok of himself sitting alone at a café, sad music playing in the background, with the caption:

"POV: You lost your fake girlfriend and your brother won."

I nearly died laughing.

Charles? He just groaned and muttered, "I need a break from the internet."

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The Halloween Call | cop!harry

can be read as standalone

Summary: Harry takes a call to check out the scene of crime at an old abandoned house, well known as the Slaughter House with a grim history.

A/N: You guys voted for a cop!harry update and so here you go! This one is a little different than the usual cop!harry one shots and is connected to an upcoming ghost!harry one shot to be posted later this month. This is a crossover of sorts where cop!harry responds to an emergency call at the haunted house that ghost!harry lives in. Hope you Enjoy!

Word Count: 3656

Warning: 18+ only, smut, mentions of death, murder, evil spirits, a seance, and Harry gets very spooked (nothing gruesome just mentions)

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Something told Harry his day was going to be a strange one. Maybe it was because it was Halloween. He wasn’t sure where the feeling was coming from but he knew he needed to cuddle and love on Y/n before he left their house for work.

And of course that turned into Y/n grinding down over him with his cock deep inside of her with her palms flat on his pecs, tits in his face.

“Fuck, Harry!”

Harry’s tummy was already swirling with that thick, syrupy rippling that made his balls squeeze against his body. He held her hips and gritted his teeth, “Shit, baby. That feels so good…”

“Can I come? Oh god! Please?” Y/n’s face was screwed up as she inhaled a sharp breath, her orgasm about to spill out.

The bed rocked gently and every time Harry thrust up into her and their bodies pressed together, the squelching of wet sex sounded in their bedroom.

“Baby, come on my cock. Fuck, honey!” Harry closed his eyes. Only a couple more minutes and he could come. If he continued to stare up at his gorgeous girl grinding on his cock with her tits swaying and her lips all puffy and bitten he was sure he couldn’t last while she was coming and squeezing around his cock. He cherished the way it felt when she was orgasming and gripping him tight right before he’d allow himself to finally come.

“Yes! Fuck… Harry! I’m coming…” She moaned through her gasps and rocked over him when her orgasm snapped and she gushed in her release.

“Good girl�� feels so good doesn’t it?” Harry whimpered his words with a shaky breath.

Her moans and whines and the slip of her walls over his shaft put him over the edge. He could no longer hold himself back as he pumped his orgasm into her tummy. He lifted his hips and held her down on his prick tightly as he coughed out a loud groan.

He had come so hard he nearly fell back to sleep after his body calmed but when he heard her giggling he opened his eyes. She was lying flat on his chest and looking up at him with her finger twirling a section of hair at his temple.

“What a perfect way to start the day.” She hummed and grinned at him.

Harry smiled and pinched her bottom, “Agreed.”

During Halloween, Harry was used to getting lots of domestic calls. Sometimes they were about the occult or someone being scared someone was in their house. Pranks were usually the culprit, but typically it wound up just being wild imaginations and a little too much weed and horror movies.

But today’s call was different. First of all, it had come quite early in the day. It wasn’t even 10:00 a.m. Usually, Halloween calls came when the sun was down. He turned on his lights and siren and safely raced down the neighborhood streets toward the house, famously known as the Slaughter House. A supposed haunted house long abandoned by its last occupants 55 years ago. Normally Harry didn’t investigate things of this nature but he was closest to the scene and could get there to secure the premises.

The call was for the homicide of 11 people. The woman who called 911 admitted to having been in the house and was hosting a séance. He was told she might be a little crazy and that backup was on the way but an officer already on the scene was with the girl so she didn’t run off.

Pulling up to the front he visually inspected everything, the neighbor’s yards, the street, the front of the house. Officer Danzel was with a young woman who looked distraught.

Looking at Danzel he asked, “Is this the woman who called in about the homicides? Cooper?”

“Yes, I’ve been trying to calm her down. She’s saying they held a 55-year anniversary séance inside that house. In the basement. If there are any bodies they’ll be there.”

The young woman looked up at Harry, “You won’t find any bodies. Or anything. The house took them. I saw it. It started off with us making contact quickly and then…” She looked down and inhaled sharply.

Danzel patted her back, “That’s okay, Cooper. He’s just gonna go in and take a look.”

The girl shook her head and reached for Harry’s arm, “But… you need more- more men. Don’t go in there alone. He… he’s still in there.”

Harry looked toward the house and couldn’t see any activity from where he stood in the street but he had a job to do regardless of how scary and gruesome the scene might be, though he doubted there would be anything based on the warning he was given about the Cooper’s mental state, he still had to check it out. Plus, he had a gun and was a trained policeman so any murderer would be put at a disadvantage very quickly.

“Okay. Thank you for telling me this, but I do need to check the premises and make sure whoever is in there doesn’t escape.”

“NO!” She shrieked and Harry widened his eyes. This young woman had really seen something that had her shaken up. “No! Officer, listen. This thing isn’t of this world. It’s not human. It’s… evil and it’s attached to the house. It was a séance! We were trying to speak to the innocent…” She backed away and put her hands in her hair and lowered her voice, “No one will ever believe me. Just please,” she looked back up at Harry, “Please don’t go in alone. I can…” she sniffed and looked at Danzel, “I’m not going anywhere. I can stay put here and you go in with him. Don’t let him go in alone.”

Now Harry was not a superstitious man. He didn’t believe in ghosts or anything supernatural like that at all. But the girl was scared out of her wits. She seemed genuinely concerned for him. And somehow he was feeling uneasy about the whole thing as well. He felt his adrenaline spike and a little scratchy something in his spine that had his hackles raised.

“There’s no need to worry. I’ll be in and out. Backup should be here to join me inside soon.”

The girl shook her head, “Officer. I know you don’t believe in evil or spirits but that house is full of them. And the one that’s conducting everything won’t be deterred by a gun. Sir, please-“

“That’s okay, Cooper.” He looked her over and then back to Danzel who had a telling look on his face. The man didn’t believe a word the girl had spoken.

She nodded and turned to look back at the house before Harry continued, “You’re right. I don’t believe in that but I believe that you think something very scary happened and I will be going in safely and soon I’ll have more help to join me.”

There was nothing she could say to deter Officer Styles and she knew it. But she tried and she figured that was going to have to be good enough. Hopefully, the other cops would be arriving soon.

The front of the house was all boarded up. The grass was overgrown, vines wound up the porch's banister. He walked to the side of the house and noticed a small piece of paper taped to the siding: The Séance Experience this way with an arrow pointing in the direction he was headed.

From what he could tell, every window and crack had been boarded up. The house was huge. Harry could only imagine what a property like this could fetch if someone fixed it up.

When he got to the back there was a small table with burnt-out candles and a box turned on its side that appeared to have been a spot to take money, though the box was empty.

Harry scanned the backyard and the fence that contained it. Not much different than the front. A huge oak in the middle with long grass all around, overgrown bushes, and patches where weeds were growing tall along the fence.

Turning back to the door, where boards had been carefully pried off he had a feeling that something bad was about to happen. He wasn’t a man who usually tapped into his gut feelings but something about it all wasn’t sitting right and that strange little scratch at the base of his spine began to rise and gave him goosebumps as he pushed the door open to enter.

He noted the door wasn’t closed. Which made sense based on the story Cooper had told him. She was obviously in a big hurry to get out of there.

Inside the house it was dark. The windows being boarded up didn’t let in much light and electricity was obviously shut off. Everything was dusty and quiet. As he walked deeper into the house, gun out in front, his finger in the safety position, he stepped quietly and observantly into the hallway off the kitchen looking both ways before continuing toward what appeared to be the front of the house.

The hair on the back of his neck rose when he felt a deep chill over his frame and his heart thundered wildly. He couldn’t hear anyone, nor could he see anything amiss.

The living room was empty, aside from old furniture covered with sheets. He turned back into the hallway and checked each room, all of which were empty and quiet. He knew the house had a basement and that’s where the séance was held so the basement would be his last stop.

Slowly he made his way up the old wooden stairs. The house must have been quite grand back in the day. Harry noted that it was in need of repair and love but the craftsmanship was stunning.

The first room he got to was a bedroom. Nothing. No one. The second bedroom was larger. The master suite possibly. He stepped into the room and paused when he saw something move but then breathed out in relief when he realized it was only his reflection in an old mirror atop a dresser.

The next room was a bathroom, then a hall closet, and then another room (so far Harry had counted five bedrooms). Like the other bedrooms, he opened the closet to check inside. Shining his flashlight in he saw a long brown wool coat hanging at the back. He reached for the coat to move it away so he could look at the back of the closet when suddenly the bedroom door slammed closed. He turned quickly, gun aimed at the door, and saw no one.

Harry was feeling his nerves prickle in a way he hadn’t felt in a long time. So far he’d seen nothing but this house gave him the serious creeps. And where was his backup? What was taking them so long?

Harry slowly made his way back to the door that had just been slammed and opened it to look into the hallway. Nothing. No one.

He sighed to catch his breath. Maybe it was a heavy draft that caused the door to slam. But that itchy scratchy feeling up his spine began to spread and he felt the tremble in his hands. He couldn’t stop it.

Looking back into the bedroom at the opened closet door he made the decision to leave it and head back downstairs to go into the basement. He really hoped his backup would have arrived by then so he didn’t have to go down into a dark basement where there was supposedly some kind of dark entity waiting for him. Not that he believed in any of that.

At the top of the stairs, Harry pulled out his radio to check it. He clicked the call button but the device didn’t even fuzz back at him. It was silent. It was dead.

“Just fucking great,” he mumbled as he hooked the radio back into his belt and descended the steps.

Going back into the kitchen and into the short hallway that led to a laundry room he stood before the closed basement door and inhaled a deep breath.

Placing his hand on the knob he hesitated. Cooper had nearly begged him not to go in alone. What if he never came out? What if there was something otherworldly down there? Something evil? Would Y/n think he’d abandoned her?

He shook his head and laughed at himself, “Don’t be a pussy.”

Twisting the knob and pulling the door open, he peered in and there was nothing but blackness staring back at him.

Clicking his flashlight back on and stepping in onto the landing he pointed his light down the stairs and around the area he could see as he began to slowly step down into the dark space.

As soon as his shoes hit the cement flooring at the bottom he heard something that sounded like scraping but could have been a mouse or small rodent. He adjusted his flashlight and turned it toward where he thought the sound was coming from but saw nothing.

And just like the rest of the house. There didn’t seem to be anyone around. Not only that, there was absolutely nothing alarming in the basement at all. It didn’t appear to have been a place where there were 11 people supposedly murdered. There was no table or chairs or candles. Harry imagined at least something that pointed to some people having been in there. But there was nothing.

The chill he felt when he first entered the house descended on him again. Only this time he felt it start from the top of his skull down to his toes. He turned the flashlight upward to check the ceiling, perhaps a vent was pulling cool air in, but it was just flat cement. The vent and connected pipes were across the room.

Harry cleared his throat and strained his eyes to follow the light but it was then he realized his flashlight was dimming slowly.

The scraping noise started again, this time from behind him. As he quickly turned toward the noise, which had grown louder and sounded like a metal chair being dragged across the damp cement flooring, his flashlight died.

Harry put his hands out and felt for the stair banister. He needed to get out of there. He’d have to wait for backup before getting deeper into the basement. His flashlight going out was his last straw.

When he found the banister, thankful for his natural sense of direction he gripped the metal and took one step at a time so he didn’t fall. He was shaky and his adrenaline was making his ears begin to ring.

But he was suddenly aware that the door to the basement was closed. He hadn’t heard the door shut but being that it was pitch black right where there should be some light coming in through the door, he knew someone had closed it.

And now the odd feeling he’d gotten on his way into the house, the chill, and the anxiety, had turned into something a lot like terror. He hastened his steps up the creaky wooden stairs and reached for his radio, pressing the call button over and over again to no avail. When he reached the landing and tried twisting the knob to open the door, it was jammed.

“Fuck!” He whispered to himself and continued yanking at the handle as he pressed the radio’s button to reach out to anyone.

“Fucking piece of shit!” He shoved the radio back into its loop and began to pound on the door, “Hey! An officer is locked in here! Hey!!”

Harry couldn’t think of a time he’d been so spooked in his life. He felt his life was in danger as he continued banging on the door and loudly calling to anyone who might have entered the house.

A whisper from his left had him swinging toward the noise. It sounded as if it had been whispered directly into his ear. He was in a full-on panic as he beat on the wooden door.

“Get out!” A guttural feminine scream came from behind him with a whoosh of air blowing around his body and toward the door. With a violent crack, the door blew open and Harry had never run so fast in his life as he darted into the kitchen and found the back door. The moment he stepped out into the backyard he saw Officer Davis and Lyle.

“Styles! You okay man?” Officer Lyle grasped him by his shoulders.

Harry was heaving breaths and, in that moment, felt as if he’d miraculously escaped death. Though he saw nothing, and most of what had happened would easily be brushed off by anyone he told, he was visibly frightened.

“Fuck. I don’t know. Something weird… I didn’t see anything. Just…” he caught his breath and shook his head, rethinking what he was going to say so they didn’t think he was insane, “House is clear but the basement might need a thorough search. My flashlight died down there so I couldn’t finish. I’m gonna go check on the girl.”

He was still shaking as he walked toward his squad car. The girl was sitting in the back of Danzel’s car with the door open and her feet out on the curb as he approached. Danzel was leaning his bottom into the hood of his car on his cell phone. He felt his heart rate pulsing heavily. Everything that had just happened was intense. Something he’d never forget.

He walked toward the pair at Danzel’s car and leaned down to look at Cooper.

“You’re white as a ghost,” the young lady spoke as she took in his face.

“The house is definitely creepy. But I didn’t see anything in any of the rooms.” He wanted to tell her more but he still hadn’t even wrapped his own mind around what had just happened.

“But surely you couldn’t have checked the whole house and all those rooms? You’ve only been gone for like,” she looked toward the clock on Danzel’s dash and pointed at it, “three minutes.”

Harry stood up and looked back at the house. Three minutes? How was that possible? He had been in there for at least 15 minutes checking and clearing each room.

“Something happened to you in there, didn’t it? To everyone outside of that house, you were only in there for three minutes. But to you, it must have felt like much longer.”

Harry nodded pensively but decided to not respond to her comment, “Just wait her a sec.”

He walked to the front of the car to follow up with Danzel before getting the fuck out of there. Danzel ended his call quickly, “See anything?”

Harry shook his head, “Nothing. But the house is definitely… it’s creepy.”

Danzel nodded and hummed, “You think she made it up?”

“I…” Harry took a deep breath and shook his head. “No. I don’t think she’s lying. I know this might sound crazy but some really weird shit happened to me in there just now. Things I don’t think I can really explain or wrap my mind around at this moment. But she’s really shaken up and I believe her. Plus we have 11 other names we can follow up on if they wind up missing.”

“But there are no bodies in the house? No blood or any weapons?”

Harry sighed and shook his head, “No. Nothing like that. I think this is something that you and I won’t be able to understand. Like…” he scratched the back of his neck, “… evil or some shit. Not that I believe in any of that, but… I don’t know.”

He noted that Danzel had given him a look of pause before pushing himself from the hood of his car, “Okay. Well, we’ll get her official statement. Once Davis and Lyle get out of there we’ll have someone back out and secure the door, make sure no one can enter easily.”

Harry nodded and waved at Danzel as he walked away before turning back once more to look at the girl. She wasn’t lying. There was nothing to back up what she had said but he knew something had happened.

Harry sat in his car for a moment taking deep breaths to calm himself. He needed a moment to breathe and collect himself. He closed his eyes and thought of Y/n. She always calmed him and made him feel safe and warm.

He picked up his cellphone and dialed her number. She picked up on the first ring.

“Baby? How are you?” He asked, already feeling better hearing her little hello when she answered the phone.

“Doing good. Just… Are you okay, Harry?” She always knew when he was upset somehow. He couldn’t explain it. Maybe it was in his voice? He didn’t know how she was so good at picking up his subtle changes but she was.

He opened his eyes and looked back at the house as he started up his car, “I’m okay. Just… Missed you. Wanted to hear your voice.”

He could hear her shuffling around, “Did something happen, baby? I’m worried–“

“I’m okay, Y/n. Just had a weird day. I’ll tell you all about it when I get home.”

Harry drove away from the house and felt his body settle and his mind quiet the further he got. He didn’t know if he’d ever tell anyone what happened in that house except for Y/n. She was the only one he felt safe to tell. She might not understand but he couldn’t say he even understood it himself. All he knew was that whatever was in that house was evil and there was nothing the whole police force could do to stop it.

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Clooless Chaos — Droid x Reader

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“Alright, welcome back to the Clooless Podcast,” Puffer said, leaning dramatically into his mic. “Today, we have a guest so brave, so bold, they’ve willingly agreed to join us in the pit of nonsense that is this podcast.” “Please, give it up for the one, the only—Y/N!” Grizzy added, clapping loudly as Pezzy let out an over-the-top whistle. You laughed, already feeling the warmth of their camaraderie. “Hi, everyone,” you said, leaning into the mic. “Thanks for having me. I feel like I should be nervous, but honestly, I’m just here to make fun of Droid.” The room erupted into laughter as Droid groaned, throwing an arm around your chair. “Why are you like this?” “Because I learned from the best,” you shot back with a grin. Pezzy smirked, leaning forward. “I like them already. This is gonna be good.” It didn’t take long for the teasing to begin. “So, Y/N,” Puffer started, his tone innocent but his grin giving him away. “Since you’re here, we’ve gotta know—what’s the most embarrassing thing Droid has ever done around you?”

“Oh, no,” Droid groaned, slouching in his chair. “Don’t do this.” “Oh, I’m doing this,” you said, pretending to think. “Let’s see… Oh! Got it. There was this one time he tried to cook me dinner—” “Stop,” Droid interrupted, holding up a hand. “—and he set water on fire,” you finished, grinning. The guys erupted into laughter, Pezzy nearly falling out of his spot. “How the hell do you set water on fire?” “I don’t even know!” Droid exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. “Something caught on the burner or whatever. It’s not my fault!” “It’s definitely your fault,” Grizzy said, wiping tears from his eyes. “Hey, at least I tried,” Droid muttered, pouting. “And I appreciated the effort,” you said, patting his knee. “Even if the fire alarm went off for twenty minutes.” “That’s love right there,” Puffer said, shaking his head. The conversation shifted to high school stories, and that’s when things got really chaotic. “Alright, Y/N,” Pezzy said, smirking. “What was high school like for you?” “Oh god,” you groaned, leaning back in your chair.

“Do I really have to answer that?” “Yes,” Grizzy said immediately. “Fine,” you said, sighing. “I was that kid—the overachiever. I joined every club I could. Drama, band, yearbook, debate—you name it, I was in it.” “Oh, one of those,” Puffer teased, grinning. “But here’s the thing,” you continued. “I stretched myself way too thin. During the school play, I fell asleep backstage and missed my cue. They had to rewrite the whole scene on the spot.” Grizzy wheezed, clutching his stomach. “You rewrote the play by napping? That’s legendary.” “Icon behavior,” Pezzy said, nodding. “Alright, your turn,” you said, pointing at Droid. “What’s your most embarrassing high school story?” “Oh, Droid’s got this,” Grizzy said, grinning. “No, I don’t,” Droid protested. “Yes, you do,” Pezzy said. “Tell them about the abstract math thing.” Droid groaned, his head falling into his hands. “Why do you all hate me?” “What abstract math thing?” you asked, leaning forward eagerly. Droid sighed, resigning himself to his fate.

“Fine. I had a crush on this girl in math class, right? One day, I decided to impress her by solving this really complicated equation on the board. But halfway through, I panicked and just wrote random numbers. When she asked what it meant, I said, ‘It’s abstract math—you wouldn’t get it.’” The room erupted into laughter, and you nearly slid out of your chair. “Abstract math?! That’s the best you could come up with?” “Hey, it worked,” Droid muttered. “No, it didn’t,” Grizzy countered. “She told everyone, and you became ‘abstract math guy’ for the rest of the year.” By the time the podcast wrapped up, everyone was red-faced and teary-eyed from laughing so hard. “Alright, I think we’ve embarrassed ourselves enough for one day,” Puffer said, leaning back in his chair. “Speak for yourself,” Droid quipped. “I think I handled it pretty well.” You snorted. “Sure, abstract math.” The room erupted into laughter again, Droid groaning dramatically as Pezzy and Grizzy high-fived each other.

“Alright, that’s it!” Droid said, standing up. “I’m taking Y/N home. No more roasting me for today.” “Yeah, good luck with that,” Puffer called after him.

[obessedwithfictionalmen]

Co-Stars pt.13

Callum Turner X Actress! Reader

Summary: Y/n and Callum have their puppy interview, but they fell in love with one...

Warning: use of Y/n/ babies/

Word count: 750 words

They sat down, she was so excited. ‘’I’m so excited!’’ She squealed as she rested her head on Callum’s shoulder. Callum only laughed before Great Pyrenees puppies run into the room. Y/n’s eyes filled with stars, just like anime, she was in awe. ‘’Oh my god! Hi precious!!!’’ she squeals. Callum looks at her, smiling, but a puppy ran on him. ‘’Oh, hello you!’’ he giggles. Puppies run into each other and fight a little. ‘’No! Don’t fight, I’m going to separate you!’’ Y/n squeak, separating the puppies. ‘’Honey, these puppies are not Daisy and Ophelia’’ Callum laughed. Y/n giggled and looked at the interviewers. ‘’How did your labour go? And did it affect your work?’’ Y/n smiled. ‘’I was long, but it was totally worth the pain, I have two beautiful girls at home. And I think it affected my work in way that I’m more conscious of the time I’m spending away from home’’ she said, while her hand was being chased by puppies. She really fell in love with one of the puppies. ‘’What’s this little guy’s name?’’ she asked. ‘’He’s called Jazz’’ one of the women said. ‘’Callum, what was the best thing about working with Y/n?’’ As he was about to answer, a puppy ran on his leg. ‘’Hey there, little guy, uh the best thing about working with her was, uh, it was like having a safety net. During like hard scene, she was often with me, and it was reassuring, knowing that she was there with me’’ he said. ‘’Y/n, same question’’ Y/n smiled and looked at Callum. ‘’Uh, like he said – ‘’ a puppy was chewing on her hand. ‘’ – no, I’m not a toy. Uh, sorry where was I?’’ she laughs. She didn’t think she was going to give much content, she was too distracted by puppies.

The interview was sadly over, Y/n didn’t want to go. She fell in love with Jazz and wanted to bring him back home. ‘’Can we have him?’’ Y/n asked, eyes filled with happy tears. She was holding Jazz. ‘’Y/n, we have newborn twins at home, you want a puppy that’s going to grown and be enormous?’’ Callum giggled. Y/n nodded and smiled, she kissed Jazz and looked at Callum. ‘’Please, look at him! He’s adorable!’’ She squeals. ‘’But we’re already sleep deprived, we have two babies, and you want a puppy?’’ he laughed. ‘’Yes, please, please, Callum you’re the best husband and the best dad ever, please!’’ she did her puppy eyes, he wasn’t able to resist. ‘’Ok, but remember it was your idea!’’ he finally gave in.

When they entered the house, Rosemary was in the living room with the twins. ‘’Hello! How did it go?’’ she asked. ‘’Good, we have a puppy!’’ Y/n exclaims as she shows the puppy to Callum’s mom. ‘’Oh my, he’s adorable!’’ she smiles. Y/n puts the puppy on the ground and goes to her daughters. ‘’Hello my precious! Were you good for grandma?’’ she squeaks. ‘’They were angels’’ Rosemary answers.

She looked at the time, 3:16 am, she was woken up by cries, Callum was asleep, but it was okay, he already got up earlier to feed the twins, but it was Y/n’s turn. When she opened the door, Jazz was in front of it. He looked like he wanted to pee, so Y/n quickly got to Ophelia, she was crying, started to breastfeed her as she went down the stairs to bring Jazz to her pee mat. Callum woke up, because his other daughter was crying, his wife wasn’t beside him. He went in his daughter’s bedroom and took Daisy in his arms, he heard Y/n talk downstairs, so he followed the noise and found his wife, breastfeeding Ophelia and directing Jazz, at the same time. She was seated on the floor, waiting for the puppy to pee. ‘’Honey, what are you doing on the floor?’’ he yawned. ‘’Ophelia was hungry, and Jazz needed to pee, but the mat is stressing him, so I’s staying with him. Is Daisy hungry too?’’ she asked. ‘’Yeah, I think so, give me Ophelia’’ Callum said as they exchanged daughters. She switched breast as she began to feed Daisy. Callum sat next to her. ‘’I told you it was going to be tiring’’ he smirked. ‘’Don’t be a smart butt, I’m not (yawns) tired’’ she said. She rested her head on his shoulder. ‘’I love you’’ she whispers. ‘’I love you too’’ he replied. Jazz finally peed; the couple almost celebrated, that meant that they could go back to a much needed sleep.

[kbunzzi2oa]

Birthday fail..(or not?)

P.Jongseong..

Pairing..-> Idol bf!Jay x fem!reader

Featuring..-> Enha members, mentions of jays mom, llama seller (?)

Genre..-> Romance, Comedy, fluff, smut, nsfw, unprotected sex, kissing, drink play, jay smoked weed at some point..etc!

W.C..-> 6'050+...

Synopsis..-> You and the members decided to make a small suprise party for jay, but sometimes working with the others does end up in chaos, But in the end he will still be getting that one birthday present he always wanted..

[Nef notes]...-> Sorry for not posting that much, projects are a pain in the ass T_T..more fics coming soon, made a little something for jay for his bday..MY BABY GREW UP SO FAST!..anyways happy Easter everyone! 🥚🐇

Chapter 1: The Master Plan

Y/N stared at her planner like she was about to launch a military operation.

April 20th: "JAY DAY."

Circled, highlighted, decorated with glitter, and covered in heart doodles that might’ve been drawn during a sugar high.

She mumbled to herself, “Okay, last year was a meat bouquet. This year? Full-blown chaos—but make it romantic chaos.”

She opened her Notes app titled:

"Jay’s B-Day Chaos Plan (Do Not Let Jake Touch Anything!!!)"

To-do list:

•Rooftop dinner? Check.

•Ribeye-shaped cake? Double check.

•Confuse Jay to the brink of suspicion without giving anything away? Trying.

•Involve the members? God help her.

•Llama in tuxedo? Still ghosted by the llama guy.

Y/N sighed dramatically. “If this goes wrong, I can always throw confetti in his face and yell ‘Surprise!’”

Chapter 2: Suspicious Minds

Jay was on to her.

She was whispering into her phone in the closet, making cryptic comments like “NO! Ni-Ki can’t be in charge of fire again!”

He squinted. “Did you say fire?”

“Nope. Wires. We’re rewiring… emotions.”

Later, she came home with a box labeled “Definitely Not A Surprise” and tried to shove it under the bed while whistling the Mission Impossible theme.

Jay peeked around the door. “Are you smuggling a llama?”

“I WISH!”

“Wait, was that a yes?”

She launched a pillow at him and yelled, “TRUST THE PROCESS.”

He grinned, grabbing her wrist gently. “You’re terrible at secrets, you know.”

Y/N leaned into his chest, groaning. “If you guess it, I’ll cry.”

“Guess what?”

“EXACTLY. Good. Stay confused.”

Chapter 3: The Pre-Birthday Mayhem

Everything started unraveling when the members got involved.

Heeseung accidentally added Jay to the group chat titled: “Jay’s Birthday: Operation Ribeye.”

Jay replied with a simple:

“???”

Sunghoon panicked and fake-called Jay saying, “Hey, just checking... what size glitter cannon do you wear again?”

Jungwon arrived at their apartment early and, upon seeing Jay, shouted, “SURPRI—uh, I mean, I brought… hummus!” then fled to the bathroom and stayed there for 20 minutes watching “How to Lie Better” videos.

Ni-Ki, tasked with distracting Jay at the company building, accidentally FaceTimed Y/N mid-plan with the camera pointed directly at the custom cake that said “HAPPY JAY DAY, YOU BEEFCAKE.”

Jay saw the cake.

“Why is there a cake that looks like steak?”

Y/N: “You… didn’t see anything.”

Jay: “Was that Ni-Ki in a bowtie?”

Y/N: “He’s... in a play.”

Jay: “Is the play called ‘Your Birthday Surprise?’”

Y/N threw her phone across the room and screamed into a couch pillow.

Chapter 4: The big day - Part 1

At 5:00 AM sharp, Y/N sprung out of bed and tiptoed to the kitchen like a cat burglar with the agility of a potato.

Phase One: Distraction Breakfast

She prepared:

Blue scrambled eggs (from food dye, not alien origin)

Toast that looked like a crime scene

Orange juice that had pickle brine in it for flavor confusion

Jay walked in, rubbing his eyes. “Is this... edible or performance art?”

“Both,” she chirped.

“It smells like regret.”

Y/N placed the plate down proudly. “It’s metaphorical! Your journey. The struggles. The weird smells. But in the end... nourishing.”

Jay laughed so hard he nearly fell off the chair. “You’re insane.”

“And you love it.”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

Chapter 5: Distract & Deploy

After breakfast and Jay’s Oscar-worthy pretend enjoyment, Y/N shoved him toward the door.

“You’re going to a massage.”

Jay hesitated. “We could just hang out, you know?”

“No. Go. Be pampered. Do not return until 5:30. If you come back early, I will fake my own death.”

Jay squinted. “Is this a trap?”

“No. It’s a journey. For your soul. And spine. BYE!”

As soon as he left, she bolted to the rooftop like a woman possessed her.

Chapter 6: Party Pandemonium

4:00 PM. Chaos incarnate.

The rooftop was nearly ready—but the members were very much not.

Sunoo was aggressively gluing rhinestones to paper party hats while blasting “Barbie Girl” on a Bluetooth speaker.

Jake had gotten tangled in fairy lights and was walking around like a shimmering ghost.

Ni-Ki tried to set up the grill but somehow ignited a mini fireball.

Y/N: “I SAID ‘LOW FLAME’ NOT ‘START AN INFERNO!’”

Sunghoon attempted to “fix the banner” but made the letters spell “JAY: BEEF BOYFRIEND KING” which nobody had the heart to correct.

Jungwon was using a bubble gun to “add aesthetic” and accidentally blinded Jake.

“I CAN’T SEE!”

“You’ll be fine, it’s soap!”

“I TASTED RAINBOWS.”

Y/N yelled, “We have thirty minutes! Can we all pretend we’re not an unsupervised daycare for one hour?!”

Everyone continued with there own stuff until all of a sudden you hear "Let it go" blasting through the speakers, you turn around and see Jake

Y/N yelled at him again "Jake what the HELL ARE YOU DOING?!"

Jake just looked at her and went "LET IT GOOOOI LET IT GOOOOI I CANT HOLD BACK ANYMO-....OW WHO HIT ME IN THE HEAD" he said confused looking around.

Jungwon and Niki where laughing loudly as they both hit him on the head with a pillow

Chapter 7: The Surprise

At 5:30, Jay was blindfolded by Heeseung who whispered, “You’re either gonna love this or sue us.”

Jay muttered, “Is this the llama thing again?”

They led him up the stairs with dramatic music blasting from someone’s phone. (It was Sunoo playing Star Wars theme for tension.)

Blindfold off.

He blinked.

Then there he saw, fairy lights, pillows, A table with steak-themed cake.

His cartoon face on a banner saying “JAY: BIRTHDAY LEGEND + BEEF LOVER”

His members dancing to “Happy Birthday” while throwing glitter like chaotic gremlins.

And in the center: Y/N, holding sparklers, beaming like sunshine wrapped in love.

Jay stared, stunned. “Did I die?”

Y/N grinned. “If so, heaven has steak.”

He walked forward slowly, taking it all in, then pulled her into the biggest, tightest hug ever.

“This is unreal,” he whispered.

“Just wait until the karaoke starts.”

Chapter 8: Goofball Games & Grilled Goodies

The party turned into an absolute riot:

Jay insisted on grilling the meat himself, claiming “no one else respects the cow.”

Jake tried to help but dropped all the mushrooms through the grill slats. “We lost the shrooms, man. They’re free now.”

Sunghoon tried to show off a new TikTok dance, tripped, and landed in the beanbag

Ni-Ki opened the cooler, found a water balloon, and started a full-scale rooftop war.

Jungwon hit himself in the face with a balloon and swore vengeance.

As they finally sat down to relax and talk, Y/N played the birthday video montage:

Jay’s mom called him her “precious beef cube.”

Fans shouted, “Jay, Y/N is wife material!”

and of course Heeseung reenacted Jay’s dance move with horrifying accuracy and a mop as a wig. "I got pushed tteomillyeo wasseo"

Wait...I don't think jay says that.."Jake says out of nowhere making everyone laugh and heeseung stay still in his place

Jay was wiping tears from laughter. “You guys are menaces.”

Sunoo blew him a kiss. “Happy beefday, king.”

Chapter 9: The Real Gift

When the chaos died down and the stars took over the sky, Y/N pulled Jay aside.

“Final boss,” she said, handing him a sleek black envelope.

He opened it, read her letter, and grew quiet.

“To the man who makes every day feel like a song...

I hope today reminded you how deeply you’re loved.

Even when you burn toast.

Even when you wear socks with sandals (PLEASE STOP).

Happy Birthday my first and last love"

Jay looked up, eyes shining.

“Y/N... You and these idiots really pulled this off.” Y/N smiled at him and nodded her head

“We almost burned the venue down but yeah.”

He pulled her close, kissing her forehead.

“This is the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

Chapter 10: The ACTUAL gift

At midnight, the two of them sat wrapped in a blanket under the stars. Jake was asleep in a beanbag. Ni-Ki was snoring inside the cooler. Jungwon still had glitter in his hair.

Jay leaned his head on Y/N’s shoulder, balloon string tied to his wrist.

“Next year,” he murmured, “I want you to surprise me again."

“With the llama?”

He smiled sleepily. “Let it sing this time.

Everyone left for the night and in the couch it was just you two enjoying each others warm embrace. Even the silence was comfortable, just the two of you..his hands wrapped around your body engulfing you as a warm winter blanket "You know...since everyone is gone..we could try one thing.." His voice was low and seductive and teasing like a feather tickling you.."What is it?" "Let's try birthday sex..I don't know why, but it might feel like more spicier...or intimate..You get me?.." You nod your head looking at him.."I definitely get you" And with just those two words..you both ended up in the kitchen island, naked and sweaty, body against body as his hips moved against yours..He had your legs hiked up on both of his hands, your back leaning slightly against the kitchen island...His eyes would trail down to your face, your eyes rolling back and half lidded by the pleasure, lips parted as moans would come out with the rhythm of his thrust. Then his eyes trailed down to your neck, your collarbone and the way your breasts would jiggle furiously and then there he saw the way his dick would form on your stomach, the way he would hit deeper and deeper, his balls clapping against your ass as you arms scratched his back. "J-Jay..h-holy shit..baby right there!" You would scream loudly as your pussy engulfs him like a vice, your pink walls fluttering and throbbing for more. Jays eyes caught the red wine bottle, with swift and fast movement he caught the bottle, opening the cork with his mouth and throwing it somewhere "I need you to be more dirty, more messy, fuck you raw until you think only of me right princess?" He say in a low seductive voice against your ear. You feel the cold liquid of red wine wash your skin, the droplets falling all over your body and creating more slick and stickiness in the process. You find jay's tongue play with your nipple and lap up your body. "God you taste wonderful my pretty baby..my fucking queen.." He growls and his hips stutter, his head falling back as a string of cursed and moans fall from his lips, emptying his load inside you. "J-Jay to much..t-too sensitive!" You looked at him..his eyes sharp like a panther ready to devour you again, his muscles tensing by the after glow. With a small hiss he pulls away.

Chapter 11: The End

Aftercare was soothing and relaxing..both you curled up in eachother embrace on the warm hot tub, both of your muscles relaxing in the soaked bubbles, you where drinking your wine as jay would smoke a weed, letting his body unwind.."Thank you baby for this amazing day..couldn't ask for something better than this" He blows some smoke away, letting it curl on the dimly lit bathroom, the atmosphere sweet and intimate. "I'm glad you liked it..love you baby...happiest the birthday to you" You capture his lips in a promising kiss, and he deepens it with a smile on his face.

Hope you guys liked this, put my hole BADUSSY, into this shit and I am in love on how this turned out..anyways lav y'all!

[chippedshake]

Marcia shouldn't be out on the East Side alone. She's heard more than enough horror stories from her classmates about girls who go too far out alone to know that it's a stupid decision. But every decision she's made since that Friday back in September has been stupid, so what's one more?

She's not entirely sure why she's going over to his house. He's made it clear that he isn't interested and this just makes her seem like a stalker who can't let go of some stupid flirting that happened nearly six months ago.

When she'd first asked Evie for his address, she'd thought she could surprise him a couple days later by showing up and taking him out. She wanted to wait until he called, though, so she could be sure he'd be home when she passed by. Then the son of a bitch hadn’t called her and months had gone by and she'd gotten pissed.

He'd made it abundantly clear he was into her back at the drive-in. If he wasn’t, why didn't he just reject her? Why make her go through the humiliation of months of waiting?

Now, as she draws her jacket closer around herself to feel a bit safer under all the gazes that follow her trail, she just wants an explanation. No one ever liked her before Two-Bit, not even Randy. They dated out of convenience and he hadn’t even bothered to say goodbye when he skipped town.

Marcia's always been everyone’s second choice, just Cherry's best friend, the other one. Until Two-Bit came along. He saw her with Cherry and seemed to really see her. Not a best friend or comic relief or a way to get into someone else's pants. And she let herself get her hopes up like an idiot, thinking that maybe someone who got her would finally like her too.

And then he didn't call her back.

Is there something wrong with her – something so fundamentally wrong that no one could ever really like her?

Oh, God, and now she's knocking on his door and has absolutely no game plan and he's standing in front of her – has he been always that cute? – and his eyes are wide with shock, and she really seems like a stalker, doesn't she?

"I– uh... hi." Marcia looks up at him sheepishly. The anger that’s been boiling in her chest for weeks now seems to have completely disappeared, crumbling into motes of dust that sweep away with the wind.

All she really wants to do now is hug him and bury her face in his chest and tell him all of the remarks she's suppressed during the past few months because once she got a taste of someone clicking with them, it wasn’t the same when they fell flat.

But he doesn't want to have anything to do with her. He couldn’t even bother to call. And this is stupid. This is really, very stupid. Why is she even here?

"Sorry, I– I shouldn’t be here, this is stupid, I'm stupid, I'll go now–" She can't meet his eyes as she turns back around, cheeks burning.

This is why no one likes you. It's not enough that you're weird and awkward and rough and just pretty, not beautiful. You don’t think things through and you're scatterbrained and you're so fucking stupid, it's a wonder Randy even put up with you for so long–

"Wait, Marcia!" Marcia's head jerks up to find Two-Bit jogging towards her. "I don't..." His hand comes up – to run through his hair, to touch her face – but stops midway "I don't think it was stupid. You comin' here. I also don't think you're stupid."

He's close to her. Close enough to see unshed tears she hasn't been able to suppress. Close enough to the see the bags under her eyes from worrying about what to do. Close enough for her to count his freckles, if she wanted to. Close enough for anyone walking by to easily misinterpret the scene they're seeing.

Neither of them step back.

"That’s just 'cause o' the aliens controllin' your mind. You ain't worn your aluminum hat today, right?" Her delivery's off and it doesn't land how she wants it to. It's hard for a joke to sound funny when you're holding back tears.

"I think the one thing me an' the aliens can agree on is that you're better'n most of this town gives you credit for."

It isn't the first time Two-Bit's complimented her, – he used far too many stupid pick-up lines that night they'd met, and about the first thing he'd said to her was that she was sharp – but it is the first time he's said it in earnest, not a hint of wit in his tone. She's almost too surprised to remember why she's there.

"The aliens tell ya not to call me, then?" The dust motes of anger are swept up by a gust of wind and concentrated again, building up to their former glory and crashing down in a final show of power. "Or was that all you?"

Two-Bit raises an eyebrow, trying to seem nonchalant. It's strange that she can read him well enough to notice the subtle surprise as easily as if it were written in bold across his forehead.

"That– that was your real number?"

Marcia makes a sound that's something between a bark of laughter and a scoff. "Of course it was my real number. What, you think I'd give you a phony?"

"Oh, like it was stupid to think you wouldn't give a grease like me your number."

"I wouldn't give my number to a grease like Da– that Shepard boy, but I'd say so to his face," Marcia snaps, and Two-Bit winces at her slip-up. "And I most certainly would give a 'grease like you' my number, because I liked you and I said I would, an' for all the stupid rumours you can hear 'bout me, there ain't a single one 'bout me not keepin' my word."

His smile is crooked and he's raised an eyebrow and Marcia knows she's in trouble in more ways than one before he even opens his mouth.

"Liked me? Not anymore, then. I guess you just came all the way 'round here to tell me how much you don’t care about me."

She cracks a grin of her own because maybe she should still be mad at him but how is she supposed to, when there's that gap between his teeth and that sparkle in his eyes and that tilt to his grin? "Yeah. Can't stand ya, actually."

"I reckon I could change that."

Marcia raises an eyebrow. "You do, do you?"

"How's seven this Saturday?"

"You gonna pick me up or am I gonna hafta walk all the way over here again?"

"You gonna give me your real number or am I gonna hafta go to school just to see you again?"

They're smiling so wide they must look insane to anyone passing by, but neither of them minds as Marcia scribbles her number down onto a piece of paper and gives it over to him.

"Don’t lose it this time."

[lonniemachin]

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Hello, I am Mohammed, a Palestinian student in Germany, I am trying to forward the message of a good friend in Gaza, please support him !!!

Hello to everyone with humanity in this world. I'm speaking to you from Gaza, and I don't know if we will survive in the coming days from this death that draws nearer with each passing day. God spared me from the previous four wars on Gaza, but this war is entirely different. Perhaps in the coming days, I won't be among you anymore. Maybe death will take me as it took my friends and relatives from me.

I am Omar Hamad from Gaza Strip, Beit Hanoun city. I graduated from the College of Pharmacy in 2019. I worked hard in pharmacies and pharmaceutical companies to save up enough money to open my own pharmacy. Because I am very interested in the field of cosmetics and skincare, I didn't open a pharmacy. Instead, I opened my own skincare and hair care store, "Cosmatics," and it cost me around $45,000.

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My mother also lost her three brothers, her mother, her brother's wife, and her brother's daughter during the war, all brutally killed. Despite all the sorrow that fills our hearts, we still have a positive outlook towards the future.

After being forced to evacuate from the northern Gaza Strip to its south, we went to the Palestinian Red Crescent in Khan Yunis. The bombing and scenes of killing and destruction were numerous. One day, while my friends and I were eating in our tent, the house next to us was bombed, and shrapnel fell into our food, miraculously sparing us. On another day, a group of people in the street next to us was bombed, and I saw before me 17 bodies, all torn apart, scattered flesh. I couldn't stand from the horror of the scene.

Then we moved to Rafah, on a barren sandy land, if found, on an area of 8 square meters. Twenty meters of expensive nylon and some ropes, that's how a scar is made on the ground bearing the name "tent," assigned to shelter an entire family that meets all its needs within its walls. Living inside it without a bathroom, without a kitchen, without flooring, without pillars, without covers, without warmth, without anything except a heavy heart, a wandering mind, an empty stomach, dense fog, and a very long night, accompanied by sadness, loss of loved ones, wind, rain, and bone-chilling cold. And thus, we await death.

We all need at least medical and psychological care to alleviate some of this pain, also due to the prevalence of diseases and the lack of clean drinking water and the scarcity of food.

We deserve a dignified life like any human in this world. We don't want to live just to survive; we don't want to live like animals only thinking about drinking and eating. We want to live with dignity, with freedom. I am full of hope and optimism that you will support us and help us. If you find that we deserve a better life, please help us in this campaign, which is $50,000.

• The permits and fees necessary to leave the Gaza Strip through the Egyptian Rafah are $5,000 per person (9 people, which is $45,000), in addition to $5,000 to secure the lives of 9 people for rent, buying clean clothes, and securing food and drink at least in the first few days.

Thank you very much for being interested in reading and hearing my story. You are not obliged to help, but we all hope that you will help us and that we will live a dignified life free from bombing, death, blood, and destruction, and also free from continuous hunger and thirst, a life full of cleanliness and hope.

Omar.

[adachimoe]

Adachi's fixation on Mayumi

In a previous post, I talked about how the game is vague about why Adachi is at the Amagi ryokan, and how I believe it's implying he was stalking Mayumi, and that he hadn't actually been assigned to guard her. I still believe that, but, what exactly about her was Adachi so fixated on that he felt compelled to do this in the first place?

Normally, one would probably just go, "Adachi is an incel" and that's supposed to serve as an explanation for both why he liked her and why he killed her. But painting over everything about him as "Adachi is an incel" feels really reductionist.

When Adachi calls out to Mayumi at the ryokan, he asks her to come to the lobby and begins by asking her about the affair. This scene actually has some significance in how Katsura Hashino re-interpreted the mythology of Izanagi and Izanami for Persona 4: In his mind, Izanagi going to Yomi to verify if Izanami was dead or not represented a desire to seek out the truth; death is when you "quit thinking". Adachi mirrors this, going to the Amagi's (his Yomi), and verifying information about Mayumi (his Izanami).

And when Adachi asks her, he presents it in a way that says, he is on her side. His phrasing here is notable: The affair - it's not true, right? And it shows what he wants to believe too, because he doesn't want to believe that she was in an affair with a married man.

After all, he probably saw her on the Midnight Channel before and has it in his brain that she's his "soulmate". Heck, even when you find him in the TV World, he's ranting about her not being single:

It's parasocial and it's creepy. God I wish he'd talk about me that way.

But, I think it's in how he presented himself as "taking her side" that we can figure out why he was so fixated on her. If Adachi comes in assuming that Mayumi was not really having an affair with Namatame, then that means that her losing her job at the station, her being forced to hole herself up in the ryokan, the media circus surrounding her, etc... Then that would make her a victim in all of this: Someone who has been thrown under the bus and is being treated unfairly. And by her former media contemporaries, nonetheless.

Funny enough, as it would happen, there is a character in the story who feels they are a victim who has been treated unfairly and fell from grace at their workplace, and sees their current situation as punishment from their coworkers...

...aaand it's Adachi.

It feels quite probable to me that part of why Adachi fixated so hard on Mayumi is because he basically looked at her situation and thought, "Oh, she's just like me, frfr". Dude really headcanoned that her affair wasn't even real.

We aren't really shown what happens with Adachi and the Midnight Channel after he comes into town. We know that he had seen it before he talked to Mayumi, as he was aware he could touch the TV, just unaware that a whole body could go in. And with Mayumi's scandal being in the news and media, and her being on people's minds, we know she appeared on it during Namatame's flashbacks.

I think Adachi got it in his mind that even though she was this otherwise out of of reach person for him, being a celebrity and all, she too was a victim of sorts, and what he saw as a common point between them (we don't actually know why he got transferred lol) could have led to a blossoming relationship. Like they were meant to be together, as he probably saw her as his soulmate on the Midnight Channel. Oh, what a coincidence for her to go through this big media scandal when around the same time that he transfers into Inaba. Clearly it was fate.

Really, he's fucking delusional. It's great.

Although, I do wonder if this also says something about him. While he talks big in his Golden Social Link about only going after insanely beautiful women, he isn't actually portrayed in the narrative as trying to hit on women or ask them out regularly. While he has his preferences, perhaps he only tries to seriously pursue women who are broken or downtrodden in someway--like it's less chance of getting rejected.

[nikoniclove]

First I want to say I am obsessed with your Ace series. I look forward to your many, very quick updates (bless your soul) and they have gotten me through a very shitty week this week. You have such a talent for writing and tbh I’ll be forever grateful that you share it with us.

Second, I have an idea for you maybe for The Different Kinds of Firsts? The first time Ace felt comfortable to fall asleep during the shower through after care. I guess this would be more Emily/JJ heavy. I know you had a couple where Ace was wary through the shower because of all the attention on her and touching. So maybe the first time she feels completely content with it and Jemily’s reactions? I could see Emily freaking out because she thinks they hit a limit post scene and trying to remediate and JJ at first shocked but then understanding Ace’s trust and comforting Emily herself.

Thank you! I know you submitted this ask a few weeks ago, but I’m hoping your week (and weeks since) have been less shitty. Sending love and good vibes through the interwebs 💜

Here’s the story for you; it’s set after True Subspace from Different Kind of Firsts Pt 1.

Sleeping During Aftercare

A subspace is still new. You can almost always find the hazy edges, but fully sinking into a subspace is still new and rare. You’re starting to crave that mindset though because it comes with the ability to put down the responsibility and anxiety of being yourself. It makes your racing thoughts grind to a halt in the most glorious ways.

Aftercare is still new. You’re getting better at it, but it’s strange to be cared for so tenderly. When you combine the two though, a subspace and aftercare, your brain is already quiet. You can enjoy the affection for what it is without squirming out of your skin.

——

“C’mon, baby. We’re gonna get cleaned up,” JJ encourages softly. The young woman is cradled to her chest while Emily checks her different joints for mobility. Ace grumbles sleepily, turning her face into JJ’s neck. “I know. We’ll shower and then we’ll get you back in bed. You did so well.” Emily eases Ace off the bed. She keeps a strong arm around the girl’s waist, helping her shuffle to the bathroom.

The shower is hot, steam filling the space. Ace hums as the water soothes her muscles. JJ keeps her balanced under the stream while Emily loosens the elastic at the bottom of her braid. Shampoo lathers between her hands, and Emily lets her dull nails scratch over Ace’s scalp comfortingly. Hair care was the first activity Emily and JJ were allowed in terms of care, and it’s one of Ace’s favorites. JJ shifts her hold on the girl’s waist to keep her steady. “I know you’re tired, my love. Just a bit longer,” Emily whispers, just loud enough to be heard over the water stream without changing the soft aftercare vibes. “Ace?” Emily brushes the girl’s long hair to one side to see her eyes closed, and she panics. “Did she pass out? Did we blow through some sort of limit?”

JJ is shocked for the briefest second, but she can feel the rhythm of Ace breathing. She can feel her heartbeat. She recognizes what this is and what this means. “No, honey. I think she fell asleep.”

“Standing up? In the shower? During an activity that challenges her comfort zone more often than not? Jen. That’s not something Ace just does. She doesn’t just fall asleep. Not if she’s not completely sure that she is safe and comfortable,” Emily insists in a quick anxious breath. She’s supposed to be in control, and she’s replaying the scene in her head to figure out what she might have missed of Ace’s cues because clearly, obviously, something is wrong.

JJ is much less worried. “Say the last part again, Em.”

“What,” Emily demands, stuck in her head about the what ifs. God no part of her can stomach being a dominant partner who blows through hard limits and ignores her partners’ tells.

The blonde repeats herself calmly, and it still doesn’t click for Emily. “Ace would only fall asleep if she was completely sure that she was safe, and she’s asleep, Em. So what does that mean Ace thinks about us, about a moment like this?” JJ watches the realization settle. Emily’s shoulders drop. She swallows thickly and gets this lovey-dovey look in her eyes. “Ace fell asleep because she knows that she is safe with us, even in activity that can make her feel very self conscious.” Emily nods slowly, letting the weight of that trust sink in. “It’s a good thing. It’s a really good thing, Em.”

“You’re sure she’s okay?” Emily finds Ace’s pulse to soothe her anxiety further, even as JJ nods. “Okay… okay… so we?”

“We make sure she’s clean. We get her dried off. We do her lotion and checks. We get her hair in a braid the way she likes. We wake her up enough to take her meds, and then we snuggle her up in bed and follow her lead.” JJ walks through the steps clearly for Emily’s benefit. “We can manage her care even if she’s asleep.”

Emily swallows down a few intense waves of feelings that she very much doesn’t want to deal with. “Yeah. Yeah. Okay.” She adds conditioner to the water-logged, long strands of Ace’s hair. The product sits while Emily makes sure that the young woman is clean, washing her gently but thoroughly. She freezes when Ace rouses a little bit.

“It’s okay, baby,” JJ soothes. “Just me and Emily. Aftercare,” she explains calmly, kindly, lovingly. Ace mumbles and snuggles close. “Keep going, Em. She’s okay.”

When Emily is finished, it’s a bit of a juggling act to pass the mostly asleep Ace between them to do their own quick soapy rinses. Then it’s more standard care. JJ carries Ace to the bed, situating the girl flat on a towel so Emily can apply any necessary lotion or ointment to Ace’s spanked skin.

“Baby,” JJ calls quietly, drawing gentle circles along her spine. “Meds, then cuddles and sleep.”

“M’sleeping,” she mumbles into the bedding. Emily, hovering near the edge of the bed, nearly melts at the vulnerability and tenderness she hears in Ace’s voice. She’s overwhelmed by the trust displayed.

“I know, baby. I know. I’m going to help you sit up to take your meds.”

“Jayje,” Ace whines.

“Up, pretty girl,” Emily commands softly. The voice is familiar, but the tone is meant for aftercare. The young woman grumbles but makes her body respond. She lets Emily distribute her nighttime meds into her open palm, knocking them back without a second thought. Again, Emily is overwhelmed by the trust that Ace has in them, in her specifically. “Water,” she encourages. “You’ve got to stop dry swallowing your meds,” Emily chides for the umpteenth time. Ace shrugs but obediently gulps down some water. “Okay, okay. We promised meds and sleep.”

“Cuddles,” Ace corrects.

JJ laughs lightly and pulls back the sheets. “Yes. Of course, cuddles. C’mon, baby.” Emily valiantly ignores the deep thrum of love in her chest, watching the two women find a snuggled spot in bed. “You too,” JJ commands of her.

“Yes ma’am,” Emily responds teasingly. She slips beneath the crisp sheets and tugs Ace away from JJ. “How do you feel, love?”

“Feels good,” the girl agrees. Ace turns into Emily, clinging to her pale, lean sides.

“Excuse me,” JJ snips playfully, closing the distance between the three. “I was cuddling her. You can’t just snatch her over there.”

“Of course I can,” Emily retorts. Ace giggles sleepily at the banter. “Now hush, Jen. You promised sleep.” When Emily pays attention to how quickly Ace relaxes between them, that overwhelm bubbles back to the surface. Emily kisses her forehead tenderly and sits with those powerful feelings for a short moment before she finds sleep herself.

[shattereality]

✦ 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐕 — 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄

the emotional tension, the pain, the subtle breaking of walls — Aphareos seeing her as more than a mission asset?? Iconic. grumpy old war veteran vs bright-eyed danger enthusiast!!!

Scene: Interior Vault Crawlspace — Mycoria Theta-9

Static hissed over the comms. The crawlspace was narrow, rusted and every movement made her leg scream. The Specialist bit her lip, dragging herself forward, the dull blue light of her mask visor flickering.

Her fingers found the vault housing — half-crushed, corrupted. She worked fast, slicing through the casing, rerouting power through her blade’s capacitors, using its core as a short-term bypass.

Finally, with a crackle of dying circuitry, the data-cog—a brass, seal-inscribed drive the size of her palm—popped loose. She held it up, breath ragged.

“Got it,” she whispered.

But as she turned to crawl out, the crawlspace groaned. A beam collapsed behind her, crushing her left boot. Pain flared—white hot and blinding.

She screamed once, then bit it back. No time.

Dragging herself forward, breath catching in her throat, she emerged—covered in dust, leg dragging uselessly behind her, coughing from spores and smoke.

The silhouette of a giant approached: Aphareos, looming in the dark haze, the glow of his optics cutting through the dust.

“Status!” he barked.

She smirked, wincing. Raised the data-cog triumphantly. “Data-cog still in one piece!”

His helmet shifted slightly. The faintest pause. “I meant you.”

She blinked, stunned. “Me, sir?”

“Are you functional?”

She didn’t answer right away. It was the first time he’d asked. The first time he hadn’t treated her like just another part of the machine.

Before she could process it, his voice snapped out again.

“Belenor. Carry her.”

The black-armored Astartes beside him stepped forward without hesitation. Before the Specialist could protest, she was hoisted like a sack of ammo over the Sergeant's shoulder.

“L-lord?—WAIT. WAIT, NO—! Put me down, please! I can hop—! Let me at least look dignified—! I HAVE DIGNITY—! This is so humiliating!”

Belenor rumbled calmly, “You weigh less than a chainsword. Hold still.”

Behind them, Aphareos turned his helm away—silent again. But his gaze lingered.

He had seen her pain. Her defiance. Her victory. And for the first time…

He worried.

—

Scene: En Route to Extraction – Warzone Exterior, Facility Perimeter

The battle behind them burned in the distance. Sergeant Belenor marched through the rubble-strewn valley like an unbothered god, one hand holding his flame-worn bolter, the other effortlessly carrying the protesting, squirming reader over his shoulder.

“Lord, I insist that I can walk by myself! If you could give me two minutes. Or five. Or—well, perhaps ten...”

“Denied.”

After a minute of heavy, thudding silence, she slumped forward, chin bouncing on the Sergeant Belenor’s shoulder plate.

“...Soooo. Lord Belenor. Sergeant Be-lenooooor.”

“...Yes?”

“May I inquire as to why Captain Aphareos is always mad? Has anyone ever seen him smile? Has he ever laughed?”

Belenor didn’t turn his helm. “Not once. Not in my presence.”

“Not even a little chuckle? Or a sarcastic ‘heh’?”

“No.”

“Throne, he’s worse than a grox with a rusted hoof.”

“He is... reserved. Centuries of war carves deep. His past is not mine to tell.”

She groaned dramatically. “Sergeant, I implore you, tell me just one thing about him! I am quite literally bleeding here.”

A pause.

Then—

“He paints.”

“...?!”

“Captain Aphareos. He paints in silence during stasis cycles. Oils. Mostly monochrome.”

“SURELY YOU JEST, LORD!”

“He is highly skilled. His brushwork displays discipline. Precision. Suffering.”

She burst out laughing—so hard she nearly slid off his shoulder. “By the Throne! The Captain paints?! What exactly, grim skulls? Burning cities?”

“Once… a dove. Landing on the barrel of a bolter.”

She fell silent, wide-eyed.

“…Oh, alright. That’s… beautiful. I suppose...”

—

Scene Shift — Medicae Bay, Deathwatch Battle Barge Vigilant Oath

The light was sterile and cold, shining down on her exposed leg where medicae servitors worked quickly.

Her combat suit had been sliced open cleanly along her thigh to disinfect the injury and administer coagulants.

She sat up on one elbow, pouting.

“I said no sedatives. You give me that sleepy stuff and I will vomit on your cogitator, I swear.”

A shadow passed the threshold. Captain Aphareos.

He stood in the doorway, silent. Watching. Observing.

His visor drifted briefly—to the soft skin of her thigh, unmarred by armor or war. Plush. Smooth.

Just for a moment.

Then he turned sharply on his heel and left without a word.

She frowned after him, hand brushing over the bandaged wound.

“...Was the Captain checking to see if I was okay? Or... mentally measuring the distance to punt me for disobeying orders?”

[wheelsome]

BLEACH: TYBW Cour 1 Blu Ray Booklet (Behind the Scenes, translation - Part 1).

BLEACH COUR 1 BLU RAY Director’s Note X Author’s Eye

We've picked out some key points from the 13 episodes of the first cour. Check out the commentary on each point by Director Tomohisa Taguchi and the perspective of the original creator and general supervisor, Tite Kubo! Section 1 - BLEACH is Back #1 Ichigo raises his head, staring straight at the enemy. On the storyboard personally drawn by Director Taguchi, there’s a powerful note written: "He looks so cool!". (Ep #01) Director: Tomohisa Taguchi This was a message to the entire staff: "This is a cool moment! Don’t mess it up!". It’s the moment when he activates his Bankai and defeats the enemy with his finishing move, "Getsuga Tenshō" - the most heroic and satisfying scene. If this part fell flat, the entire scene would lose its impact. Thankfully, the team in charge nailed it. Author: Tite Kubo This was the first scene in the Thousand-Year Blood War anime that I saw in its completed form. No matter how much you check during production, you never really know until you see the final version. I remember feeling relieved when I saw this scene.

#2 Uryū glides smoothly and launches his attack. The storyboard describes his movement with a metaphor "like ice skating". (EP #01) D: Tomohisa Taguchi Since this was the first major showcase of each character, we wanted to emphasize their individuality through distinct fighting styles. We also aimed for movements that would be hard to capture in the manga. Uryū’s elegance and grace suited a beautiful, flowing combat style, so we incorporated ice skating-like movement. Some of the guiding motions were even mapped out using CG.

#3 Orihime’s abilities have evolved since the previous series (The Lost Substitute Shinigami Arc), and in this anime’s first episode, she unleashes her "Shiten Kōshun" (Four-God Resistance Shield). Chad’s raw power is also on full display, when a Hollow crashes into a building, the impact leaves a skull-shaped crater, a detail faithfully recreated from the original manga. (EP #01) D: Tomohisa Taguchi We chose “Shiten Kōshun” for Orihime because it works well as both a defensive and offensive technique, making the scene more dynamic. The skull-shaped crater from Chad’s punch is a direct reference to the manga. This was part of our effort to make fans feel like, "BLEACH is really back!".

Section 2 - Story Telling #4 BLEACH: Thousand-Year Blood War stands out with its fast-paced, dynamic storytelling achieved by adapting and restructuring elements from the original manga early in the storyboarding process. Additionally, the introduction of the story from the perspective of two new characters, Ryūnosuke and Shino helps make Episode 1 more accessible for new viewers, a choice that mirrors the manga’s approach. (Ep #01) D: Tomohisa Taguchi I wanted to recreate the speed, momentum, and aftertaste of reading the manga in anime form, which meant prioritizing tight pacing. But it wasn’t just about adding more cuts for spectacle; I focused on crafting each episode’s narrative flow from the beginning. I even considered creating MV-style sequences with individual character themes (though it's a bit extreme). For new viewers, I felt it was crucial to make this arc accessible to them without prior knowledge. Ryūnosuke and Shino were perfect for that, they serve the same role in the manga, easing audiences into the world. Plus, their introduction was essential to naturally build up to the "Ichigo and crew are back!" moment. A: Tite Kubo In the manga, the story technically ended after the Arrancar Arc, then returned with a reprise in the Lost Agent arc, which is basically a single extended episode, before restarting with the final arc. The anime captures that "reboot" energy beautifully. The voice actors for Ryūnosuke and Shino also added new depth to their characters. #5 While pacing was a priority, the anime also added new scenes, like Harribel’s abduction. Notably, Yhwach’s menacing pose in this scene became an instant hit among the staff. (Ep #02) D: Tomohisa Taguchi One of this anime’s core concepts was to “show the fans moments, wished they'd seen in the original manga”, as long as it didn’t disrupt the main story, this was our first such addition. For Yhwach, I really wanted to convey the aura and authority of the Quincy king, I’m glad it resonated with fans too.

#6 Among the additional scenes, the anime places particular emphasis on Uryū’s inner turmoil, such as his anguish over being unable to fight alongside Ichigo and his friends. (Ep #02) D: Tomohisa Taguchi This is one of the advantages of adapting a completed manga. Since we know where Uryū’s story ultimately leads to, we could develop his character arc, showing why he sides with Yhwach and the conflicts raging within him. By fleshing this out, we hoped to highlight the clash of convictions between him and Ichigo. I felt that would add depth to their friendship. A: Tite Kubo All the proposed additional scenes for Uryu were excellent. It makes me happy to see how much the production team loves his character.

#7 Yhwach visits Aizen in Muken, and the two engage in a battle of words with “conversation through Reiatsu”. This quintessential BLEACH style duel of wits was only possible thanks to the author’s direct supervision. Notably, Yhwach’s perception of time is already being distorted by Aizen’s Kyōka Suigetsu during this exchange. (Ep #06) D: Tomohisa Taguchi In the manga, Yhwach simply mentions “I met Sōsuke Aizen", with no details about why or what was discussed. But we thought: "Fans would love to see these two bosses face off!" , so we proposed turning it into a full scene. Kubo-sensei then expanded and refined it, perfectly capturing our vision. When we got the revised script even we were hyped, like, "Yes! This is exactly what we wanted!". A: Tite Kubo This was the first scene in Season 1 that I fully revised. That said, since it's "something that did happen but wasn't shown in the original manga", the initial proposal didn’t need to have finalized dialogue from the start, just a clear idea of what they wanted to convey. That made writing the dialogue a lot of fun.

#8 A thousand years prior, Sasakibe, who was hiding in the Quincies pile of corpses, pierced Yhwach's body with his sword. This is yet another scene that didn't originally make it into the manga. (Ep #07) D: Tomohisa Taguchi During my various back-and-forth discussions with Kubo-sensei, I had asked him what was the decisive factor in Yhwach's defeat all those years ago, and he answered that it was Sasakibe’s strike. That's when we realized, Sasakibe's strike from a thousand years ago must be the reason why he was the first target in the present invasion. The whole staff got really excited piecing this together.

#9 The Grand Fisher's attack is revisited once more in this series, featuring character designs for Masaki under direct supervision of the original author. (Ep #12) D: Tomohisa Taguchi Since we were adapting "Everything But the Rain", we knew we had to revisit the beginning and given this episode would unravel the events surrounding Masaki, we wanted to properly portray her final moments. That’s why we approached this sequence with such careful, deliberate direction. Since Masaki’s appearances as a mother was rare even in the original manga, having Kubo-sensei supervise her portrayal was incredibly valuable and we were really grateful for that. A: Tite Kubo I closely supervised everything, Masaki’s face, her outfit and even Katagiri’s appearance. I’ve actually been thinking it’d be nice to showcase these reference sketches at some place where fans could see them. Section 3 - Design & Color Concepts #10 In this production, magenta was adopted as the key color throughout various elements including the opening sequence and eye-catches. Its vivid intensity further enhances the sharpness of the BLEACH's story. D: Tomohisa Taguchi Initially, we planned to use orange, even the eye catches were designed in orange. But while reviewing key visual concepts with Kubo-sensei, we noticed magenta was among the proposed options for the text color and its fresh, renewing quality felt just right. We loved the idea so much that we decided to fully commit to magenta, carrying this visual concept throughout the main episodes. #11 The opening sequence features the "Gloriosa" flower as Ichigo's motif. D: Tomohisa Taguchi When we decided to incorporate the Gotei 13's squad flowers into the opening, it felt unbalanced to only highlight captains while telling Ichigo's story. So we wanted to properly assign him his own flower. Drawing inspiration from Aizen's final words in the manga, that Ichigo embodies "courage", we searched for a flower symbolizing courage. That's how we found the Gloriosa, its flame-like appearance created stunning visuals, so we proposed it to Kubo-sensei, who immediately approved. A: Tite Kubo The idea of "assigning Ichigo a flower" had never crossed my mind and then this Gloriosa proposal came - it was brilliant. I didn’t tweak a single thing; I was just really impressed.

#12 The unique subtitle design varying in each episode are another element that Director Taguchi put special care into, in order to capture the unique feel of the original manga. D: Tomohisa Taguchi The manga's subtitles are incredibly detailed and memorable and I wanted to bring that same atmosphere into the anime visually. However, I thought it would be better not to set rigid rules for how they appear. If inserting a subtitle disrupts the flow of dialogue or visuals, then we'd default to the classic black-background style like the original manga, which became more frequent from the mid-season onward. #13 Reiatsu and abilities effects underwent color updates from the previous anime adaptation. For instance, in the scene where Äs Nödt activates the stolen Senbonzakura, the storyboard specifically noted "cool color tones (pink prohibited)", showing the level of attention given to effects and color schemes. (EP #01, EP #05, etc.) D: Tomohisa Taguchi BLEACH is a series where colors carry narrative significance, so we prioritized aligning with Kubo-sensei's vision. For example, Ichigo's Reiatsu is yellow by default, but shifts to red during rage or desperation (which I believe we effectively portrayed in Episode 7). The Quincy side doesn't uniformly use blue either. We decided at the storyboarding stage that all Bankai techniques used by Quincy would employ cool color schemes. A: Tite Kubo I was relieved that they understood "colors have meaning" before our meetings. Thanks to that, now I receive confirmation and questions that are sometimes too detailed. Though I'm doing my best to respond to all of them!