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[anyaa2s]

― ༘ ⋆ matt loves hearing your pretty sounds

"Nah, baby, don't be shy," Matt purrs softly, his hands gripping on your waist possessively as he pulls you back onto him with each thrust. "Lemme' hear those sweet sounds, hm?"

Your face is pressed into the mattres as he pounds into you from behind, your screams muffled by the pillow but still audible enough to vibrate through the bed. You swear his brothers can hear you no matter what. And in fact, you were being pretty loud — your stifled cries, his grunts, the headboard banging against the wall. Just not loud enough for him.

"Are you so cock dumb ya' can't even hear what I said?" he taunts, one hand tangling in your hair and yanking your head back roughly, a chocked gasp leaving your lips from the sudden sting in your scalp. It just hurts so good.

"Oh my— mmph," you breath out, trying your best to keep the desperate whimpers building in your throat from escaping by sinking your teeth into your lower lip, and Matt smirks when he hears your struggle.

"Want to hear your pretty moans. Can you do that f'me?" his sweet tone mocks you, teasing as you fight to keep quiet, a sharp breath being pushed out between your gritted teeth at one particularly deep thrust. Bending over your back, he mutters huskily in your ear, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin below it like he can't have enough of you, "Hm? Aren't you gonna listen to me, ma?"

"I— i can't," you attempt to murmur, unable to form coherent thoughts, let alone words, as his touches consume you.

For a split second, you feel emptyness, as he suddenly pulls out to the tip before he slams back in even harder, pushing a loud, pornographic moan from your throat — all the sounds you've been desperately holding back escaping in one overwhelming burst.

The sound of skin slapping is a mere whisper compared to the devlish sounds that leave your lips as you give in. Matt's relentless thrusts hit your g-spot over and over again, his entire length filling you to the brim with each rough plunge — there's no way you're holding back now. You can't even worry about how loud you're being, your mind too haze from the unreal pleasure of his hips rolling in yours.

You were a complete wreck, and he couldn't love it more.

"Fuck, baby, you takin' me so well," he groans, each moan you release consuming his thoughts. It's as if your whimpers and gasps fuel him, pushing him to go deeper, harder, like he can barely control himself from wanting more — at least not with you moaning like that.

"I— shit, I'm—" you cry out, your legs trembling and your stomach coiling. His brutal pace is overwhelming, making you're head spin, blank of any thoughts. The only sounds coming from your parted mouth being babbles and messy, uncontrollable whines by every thrust of his hips into yours.

Matt chuckles behind you, noticing how your last resort is to cover your lips with your palm, hoping it will muffle the noises he's so eager to push out. "Don't try to be quiet now, doll," he teases, knowing damn well his brothers could definitely hear you.

You let a chocked whimper out as he pulls you against his chest, the tension within you begging to snap at how deep the new position feels. Bending your head back against his shoulder, your lips press at his neck, your moans echoing straight his ear — the most perfect angle he could ask for.

"You sound so pretty— fuckk, clenching me so tight," he groans appreciatively, his eyes fluttering close as he focuses on every breath and whine you make. He savors your sounds like a drug he can't have enough off.

"Yeah, just like that—" he murmurs to himself, almost lost in his own pleasure, "Let me hear you fall apart for me."

Your high hits you like a tidal wave — legs trembling, mouth parted in ecstasy, and a hoarse, gutural moan of 'Matt' tearing from your lips like a prayer, his eyes burning dark at the drawn-out sound.

Grunting, his pace doesn't falter as you start to come down from your release — in fact, it only increases. Overstimulation crashes over you as he continues to fuck you senseless, gasping raggedly, a little too close to his ear for him to even consider pulling back. "It's too— Matt! fuck, too much—"

"You can handle one more, can't you, baby? Need to— to hear you moan my name like that again," his husky words halter yours with need, his relentless rhythm making it clear he has no intentions of slowing down anytime soon.

You can't do anything but fucking take it. Loud moans spilling from your lips just like he wants it, knowing full well that he could keep going all night just to hear your pretty sounds.

nya's notes: I took too long to finish this and now I'm horny for matt yayy

🪧 taglist: @shadowthesim237 @chrepsi @courta13 @blushsturns

[monument-of-anxiety]

It's also wild to me that no one seems to grasp "I have seen these characters interact through clips/other fan works that give me an idea for two people and how they interact with each other. I should explore that by making OCs and creating an original story for them with similar character designs."

Look, there's certain content I don't want to engage with (none listed here, Disco Elysium is next on my to play list) for personal reasons like triggers, but I see really amazing and interesting art come out of them. I have no context for these characters, so I can only fill in the blanks myself as to how they may act and what their stories and motivations are. That's character creation babe! You've created a character derived from another work you may not want to engage with! Draw and write about your new little guy and keep it off the fandom tag!!!

not to be a killjoy but it's still crazy to me that it's considered mean to be like "maybe you should read / play / watch the source material before creating fanworks and diving into the fandom" bc every time i see somebody going "i havent played disco elysium or know anything about it tbh but uwu here's harry and kim kissing" idk maybe you should engage with it. maybe you should play the anti-capitalist surrealist game where you investigate the murder of a mercenary who led the gang rape of a foreign girl and process that for a bit? and then you can do cutesy mlm or whatever idc. but like at the absolute bare minimum you should understand what the source material involves otherwise we get the phenomenon of people joining a dragon age server and wanting content warnings for like, mage racism. like it's fine to ship and transform the genre into whatever but if you arent comfortable with discussions of the actual source content itself then maybe the fandom isnt for you and a different one is. peace and love.

[superhoeva]

awkward!simon/pharmacy au part two | part one

"i never got to thank you for your help."

simon jumps out of his lean against the side of the building, cursing under his breath when the cigarette tucked between his fingers falls dumbly to the ground. gulping, he glances at you before averting his stare to settle somewhere on your cheek.

not your eyes, but close enough.

"s'not a problem," he nods slowly, mind blanking on what else he could say. he catches how you shift, unsure of what to do with the silence he's forced to let linger. biting the inside of his lip, simon clears his throat. "'uh, yeah. glad i could help."

you give him a small, bashful smile in return of his words and the man nearly stops breathing. he feels his face flushing once again, and he's lucky you're nice enough to not say anything about it.

more silence. you and simon squirm when you accidentally make eye contact before quickly looking away to the nearest anything. his stare lands on the bag in your grasp, filled with those damn pills and the few other items he saw you pluck from the shelves when you'd caught his eye at least ten minutes before reluctantly asking him for help.

the nerve's rattling simon soon grate into a prickly annoyance. god, you having to waste your money on something like that for someone that simon's certain is sticking it in someone else is nipping away at his sense. chest puffing as he takes in a sigh, his index finger scratches a random spot as the back of his head as he grumbles.

"wish there was somethin' i could do t' help. gorgeous thing like you shouldn't suffer over some bloke like that..."

gorgeous. did he just say gorgeous? he must've based on the gobsmacked fucking look on your face.

shit. he's fucked–and not just because his insides flutter at how wide your eyes are and how satisfying your lips look when they're parted in surprise.

simon blinks at you, eyes reading of horror and a hint of panic. when you open your mouth to sputter out a reply, the man turns and makes a b-line for the side door of the pharmacy that's a few feet away.

employees only is plastered across it and you need to know the code to press on the keypad to unlock it and get in, so there's no way you can follow after him and his red cheeks. great.

what's not so great is how foolishly simon's fingers mash into the buttons as he attempts to escape. it takes two times of the buzzer letting him know he's wrong before he can finally think slowly enough to remember the correct order of the four numbers.

simon sends you one last breathless glance and already knows that the dumbfounded look still plastered across your face–the look that has all his blood rushing downward–is going to haunt him for the rest of the day. he slips back into the pharmacy's supply room, the door clanging loudly behind him.

the man collapses back-first against the metal with a huff, one of his hands reaching to wipe at his eyes.

nice. you think he's nice?

"fuck," he whispers thickly to himself, glancing down and grunting at just how noticeable his bulge is becoming as his mind floods with the thought of you; your lips. your watery eyes. your sweet words. all of you. squeezing at his cock through his pants, he hisses at the throb it generates.

glancing at a nearby clock, simon's thinks. whether the six minutes he has before john will probably come looking for him are enough or not, simon couldn't care less.

he doesn't even bother unzipping his pants, slinking a hand into his waistband with little shame. his eyes roll at the way his palm slicks right over his head, and simon grinds into the feeling with a pleased huff.

good thing he skipped wearing underwear today. and thank fuck he threw on his darker jeans.

© 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐚

[starconstruction]

Gym Awakening

Chaewon x Male Reader (Smut)

smut tags: sweat, like, lots of sweat. ass eating, body worship, creampie, public sex, handjob.

Words: 1189, just a quickie with Chae.

The sound of music ran through the gym, various machines laid unused. Rowing machines, treadmills, leg presses. It was eerily empty for 6am, the warmth of the sunlight funneling through the windows. Contrasting with the artificial white hanging from the ceiling.

You remained focused on your set, working up a sweat. Muscles burning with an agony while facing the wall. After awhile you got up and there was a second person finally arrived, no longer alone.

Her beauty captivated you, Auburn brown hair formed a tight bob, acting as a regal crown. Her skin was pale and smooth, no blemishes as she looked flawless. Her black sports bra left very little to the imagination, her build petite but athletic.

She was overly invested in her workout, paying no mind to your ogling eyes on her ass. Thick and curvy as her dark leggings covered it up rudely. You were half tempted to approach, see if you could strike up a conversation.

"Hey!" The gym-goer shouted, your eyes widened as she stared at you. "If you are gonna stare, you can atleast come over and talk to me!" She reprimanded, leaving her weights on the floor.

"Oops, sorry..." You said quietly, appearing at her side.

"No, it's no worries. Infact, I was drooling over you aswell. I'm Chaewon" Her voice shifted, whispering the sensual compliment. A shiver forming down your spine, "You wanna fuck me right?" Her hands palmed at your crotch, the forwardness made you reel back.

"God, yes..." You whined, hardening under Chaewon's luscious rubbing. "Good, but... I think I'm gonna finish my workout, get nice and sweaty for you." She got back to her workout, leaving you painfully erect.

-

Somehow by a stroke of luck the mens locker room was completely empty for you and Chaewon, pale pink lips locked in with yours as you tongue fought against hers. Her breath slightly minty, your knee pressed between her legs. Harsh gasps ripping from her mouth, you two broke away with hunger. "Look how sweaty my stomach is, wanna clean it off for me?" She rasped, arching forward.

"I want nothing fucking more, god." You teased, sinking down to your knees. Wetting your lips, diving face first into Chaewon's glistening chest.

Your tongue massaged her muscles, licking between the defined abs. The taste of salty sweat greeted you, intoxicating. Divine, the offensive scent made you throb in your clothes. The harshness made your brain short-circuit, hands grabbing her clothed ass, pulling her in.

You were gagging for more of Chaewon's shining sweat, desperate. It was depraved certainly, she had brought a kink you didn't know you had. "You want more?" She asked, knowing the answer. Lifting her arm up. "Come get some then, lap it up for me."

Your lips instantly connected with her exposed armpit, drowning in its musk. Taking the skin in her mouth as you sucked it for all it's worth, Chaewon giggled at your eagerness. "Drink it up, that's a good boy."

Chaewon was opportunistic, taking advantage of the angle you were in. Pushing down your tight shorts to the ground, spitting a thick glob of spit into her smooth hand. "Nice thick cock, can't wait to wrap my hand on it." She didn't wait long, fingers leaving marking touches. Jerking your cock with impatience, forcing her saliva to coat every inch of your meat.

"You done? Good... I need you on my nipples." The bluntness made it even hotter, the way she gasped the word need. Chaewon's lap was the perfect seat, taking advantage of it to shove the sports bra up, mouth immediately taking her hard brown nipple straight in, sucking on it. Tongue swirling around her bud as she jerked you off. "Your cock is throbbing so much, leaking pre-cum messily all over my hand.." She purred, filling in the blanks you couldn't observe. Eyes closed as you sucked and sucked.

"We probably don't have much time, I'll let you choose big boy. I'll suck that cock or you can bury your face in my Thick. Sweaty. Ass." She emphasized every word, an impossible choice, frozen in the thin amounts of time that was left.

Chaewon drove a hard bargain, but this was a once in a life time deal. Pushing her into your discarded shorts, letting her sniff your intensive workout as opposed to the floor. "good choice" Chaewon muffled against your clothes, your hands grabbed her leggings. Pulling them down just enough to reveal her plump ass, a testament to the time she spent in here.

Her white panties laid damp, then quickly discarded. Holes open for the taking, but her backdoor was what you craved. Tongue diving right into her asshole, dirty with a shining sheen of sweat. Cleaning up the filth as you rimmed the fellow gymgoer, she moaned into the fabric, her head pressed against the ground.

You rubbed your face against her pillowy cheeks, sweat sticking to the side of your face. Head hazed with an uncomfortable arousal, you were smothered in her sweat. Beyond coated in it, and you wouldn't want it any other way.

You came back to reality, aware at how little time you truly had. Reluctantly pulling yourself from her thick ass, pressing your cock against the stranger. "Going to pound you into this floor!" You started to go inside Chaewon's sopping cunt, her body beyond tight. The tightest girl you've ever had the luxury of banging.

"Mpmh!!" Chaewon moaned, mouth drooling into your clothes. "Such a nice ass!" her cheeks rippled, swatting gestures colliding as the flesh started to jiggle.

The spanks made Chaewon moan louder, cock thrusting in and out of her tightness, raggedly pounding her. "Oh fuck! So tight!" She tightened around you even harder at the praise, wrapped around your meat.

"Mmph!! Ughh! Ahh!" She kept moaning, dangerously loud for a public site. Anyone could watch you rag this random girl, that thought only made you move faster.

Your skin pickled in heat, savouring every second you had in her. Breath hitching as you felt the orgasm creep up your core. "Chaewon! Fuck, ugh.." You didn't have the time to warn her, didn't want to either. Pumping semen into the awaiting cunt, buried firmly inside her. Stopping your movement as she came in reaction.

You pulled out, watching it drip out of her hole. Covering her folds in a orgasmic sheen, Chaewon quickly pulled her underwear up, catching your load before it leaked on the ground. "Oh that was a good fuck, but we should probably move before people see." She put her sports bra back on.

The room reeked of sex, a lingering scent of what you two did. "Fuck, Chaewon that was incredible." You sighed, pulling your shorts on, slightly damp with Chaewon's drool.

"Yeah, I live a few minutes away... Say, come shower with me." She offered, stepping closer. "I'll suck that thick cock so good." Her voice was husky, needy, insatiable. "Lead the way Chaewon." You spoke quickly.

She pulled you away, a lone gymgoer looked at you two in disgust, but it didn't matter. Not when a total baddie let you hit.

[byshens]

pretty when you cry ⎯⎯ sim jake x fem!reader mdni

warnings unprotected sex (dont!), breeding, riding, use of names ( pretty boy, puppy, darling, good boy ), crying, soft dom! reader, sub! jake, overstimulation, est. relationship. lmk if i missed any!

note i love puppy jake <3. let me know through comments, dms or my ask box if you wish to be tagged to my enhypen taglist! ignore any typos pls .. 💯

requests are open! word count 831

jake was pretty.

everyone who laid eyes on him knew that he was pretty. how his fluffy hair would swoop down over his face, covering his beautiful eyes. how his voice was smooth and could melt your heart.

but to you, he was the prettiest when he was under you. the way he would beg for you, moan for you, whimper for you.

cry for you.

it was a long day and you needed to distract yourself, and what better way to do that than get your boyfriend to help you out?

he was now spread on your shared bed while you were on top of him, his cock deep inside your wet cunt.

“fuck, darling. you fill me up so well,” you softly moaned, your hips slowly grinding on his lap.

jake was a mess already, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he struggled to keep himself still, wanting to be good for you.

noises of pleasure escaped his lips every few seconds, his eyes fluttering up to watch you.

you quickened your pace without warning.

watching how his lips parted with a moan, his eyes moving down to watch how his cock slides in and out of you, the sounds of your wetness filling his mind.

“doing so well for me, such a good boy.” you breathed, your hands going to rest on jake’s chest before you began bouncing on him, his cock getting deeper into you.

“oh god—“ jake whimpered, his nails digging into your skin as he slightly moved his hips upwards into you.

“puppy.” you warned, your tone strict but laced with love. jake whined loud, a rope of “sorry”s leaving his mouth as he laid still once again.

“let me please you, can i?” jake begged.

he loved pleasuring you, he loved making you feel so good your mind went blank, he loved when he can visibly see how well he does.

you thought for a moment before nodding, and within seconds jake was flipping you both over, his cock sipping out in the process.

he whined at the loss of connection before he spread your legs in front of him, positioning himself right back to where he belongs. he pushed himself inside and let out a cry, instantly moving quick.

his thrusts were sloppy, but good. you loved how desperate he gets when he’s with you, how much it shows, the pleasure he gets from just being close to you.

“f-fuck, just like that, puppy.” you moaned.

jake whimpered as his hands went to the sheets beside your head and gripped them, his thrusts now rough, long and deep.

he pulled out almost all the way before slamming back in, a strangled cry leaving his mouth again.

jake always gets drunk on you, drunk on your pussy, drunk on your skin, he just loves you so much.

“more, do it more.” you moaned, watching as jake took your words in, he continued his rhythm, but it was getting too much for him, you could see.

“im close, im so close, please,” he begs, his hips snapping quickly into your cunt, begging to be able to release, to fill you up.

“cum for me, pretty boy.” you pulled him down for a kiss, latching your lips onto his roughly as he whined against them, his hips stuttering before you felt him cum, his hips not stopping.

jake was too far gone in the pleasure now, he needed more. he needed to please you more.

he didnt stop, he pulled away from the kiss and watched as you came with him, how your body was twitching from the release, but he couldn’t stop.

“oh my god.” he whined, his hands moving back to your hips as he positioned himself closer, his hips fucking into you quickly, as quick as he could.

you saw stars, his tip hitting all the spots he needs to and when you looked down, you swore you could see a bulge in your stomach, the outline of his dick.

you were released from your thoughts as you heard a sob, looking up to see jake crying.

you giggled. he was feeling too good, he started to cry.

the wet sounds of his cock fucking into you drove him crazy, he was on a high.

“d-darling, you okay?” you moaned loud, you loved when he cried, how desperately he tries to please you.

“‘s so good,” he cried, already feeling like he needs to release again. “close,” he moaned.

“cum again for me,” you breathed out heavily, your legs twitching from the overstimulation.

jake nodded quickly and gave a few more thrusts before he was filling you again, his hips staying deep inside you as he fell onto your chest, his hips twitching.

“good boy..” you moaned, cumming along with him. you watched him lie there as he was out of breath.

“you did so good, always so pretty when you cry.” you praised, wiping the tears from his cheeks, he blushed.

© byshens. all rights reserved. do not copy, steal, plagiarize, or post onto another platforms without my consent.

[minswriting]

can i request smth with pussy-drunk!hotch overstimming himself while fucking needy!reader in prone bone?

nsfw | mdni | aaron hotchner x reader | overstimulation, pussy drunk!hotch

aaron hotchner, who after a long case, wanting nothing more than to unwind by being inside of you. at first, it was soft and comforting, allowing you both time to just relish in being back with one another. but then came the orgasms that overcame you both and instead of pulling out, aaron had continued.

and now, here you both were, after cumming more times than you could count, fucking as aaron’s thrusts were sloppy and desperate. you were whining in overstimulation while aaron’s head was buried in your neck, moaning about just how good your pussy felt around his cock.

“god, you feel so good, sweetheart,” aaron moaned, his tone higher than his usual voice. the tell-tale sign that he had been so desperate for you. “such a perfect pussy, feels so good around my cock.”

“aaron,” you gasped, clawing at his back with your legs wrapped around his hips as you held him close.

aaron groaned, feeling himself getting closer again. “fuck, sweetheart,” he said, his breath hot against your skin. “gonna cum again, oh my god.” he moaned before saying your name repeatedly, burying himself deep inside of you as he came with a groan, filling you up once more with his cum.

he didn’t stop there, however. he didn’t stop until he was shooting blanks and you had cum numerous times as well. and when you were both finished, aaron used the last of his energy to pull you both to the shower as you guys got yourselves clean before going to bed. but the moment you both hit the bed once more, you were out like a light and in pure bliss.

[swetblom]

ೀ brian bruises your insides feat. his big bicep, w. he’s not that sweet, but he’s sweet in his own way ♡ and that’s all that matters also the gif?? nom nom NOM!!

the neighbors are going to complain again. they’ve already knocked multiple times—sometimes more than once a night—because of you and brian, and every time, you promise, “swear i’m gonna be quieter this time.” but, as always, you fail miserably. no matter the time of day or night, your moans pound against the thin walls, loud and desperate, because it’s not your fault he keeps hitting that sweet spot inside you, the one that makes you shake and whimper about how it’s too much—only for him to keep pushing deeper.

“brian, brian, brian.” his name spills from your lips like a chant, dripping with need, mindless and pleading.

his arm is locked tightly around your shoulders, keeping you pressed close as he sinks into you, impossibly deep. you’re shivering from the stretch, from the way his cock pulses inside you, his breath warm and heavy against your ear. he’s still—so still it makes you ache, his only movement the slight twitch of his cock inside you. it’s too much, not enough, and you don’t hesitate to push back against him, rolling your hips, fucking yourself on his cock with greedy, eager movements.

brian watches, amused, as you work yourself up. your ass ripples with every desperate grind, your voice breaking into needy little moans that don’t even ask for anything—just mindless, pathetic noises spilling from your lips. he adores it.

“come on,” he encourages, voice low and smooth. “just like that.”

you try, putting all your strength behind each thrust, but it’s too much—too deep, too intense—and your pace starts to falter. he tsks, the hand resting on your stomach sliding to your hip, fingers stroking over your skin with a softness that contradicts his teasing.

“tired?” you whimper, nodding, barely able to keep moving. brian hums, sharp eyes flicking to the part of your face he can see, something unreadable glinting beneath the amusement. “want me to take care of you?” you nod again, eyes fluttering, too lost in the heat of it all to notice the way he’s looking at you. “yes . . please.”

his grip tightens. before you can process it, brian takes over, pulling your hips back with an unforgiving force and slamming you down onto his cock. your body jolts forward from the impact, but his arm around your shoulders keeps you locked in place—keeps you exactly where he wants you. a choked-out moan rips from your throat, high and broken, and he doesn’t give you a second to recover before he’s setting a ruthless pace.

the sound of skin slapping fills the room, mixing with your sharp, gasping cries. you’re shaking from the intensity, from the way he fucks into you without hesitation, without mercy, hitting so deep it borders on unbearable. every thrust has you unraveling further, has your hands grasping uselessly at the sheets, at his arm, at anything to ground yourself, but there’s no escape.

“too much—” the words barely make it past your lips, voice weak, cracked. brian huffs out a laugh against your ear, “thought you wanted me to take care of you?”

his hips roll forward, dragging his cock against that spot inside you that makes your mind go blank, and you sob, vision going hazy. his grip on your hip softens just enough to stroke over your skin, his amusement never fading. “you take it so well,” he murmurs, kissing the side of your neck, voice dark and filled with something you’re too fucked-out to catch. “every single time.”

you can barely form words, barely think past the relentless pleasure coursing through you. your moans are shameless, bordering on a wail as he keeps you exactly where he wants—bent, used, ruined.

and the neighbors? they’ll just have to deal with it.

[aquaholicsanonymousworld]

Hello there! I'm positively obsessed with your Dr. Robby writings!! I don't know If you'd be down writing one about Dr. Melissa King?? Perhaps when she went to have a quiet moment, and Dr. Langdon found her petting Crosby, the patient's dog, but instead of Langdon, it's the reader? With some wholesome vibes between them, not necessairly romantic, but could be. Thank you so much <33 :D

Yesss!!!! She was so cute during the episode when they were helping deliver that baby! And her smile when she was giving the couple their baby made me smile like stoppppp!!!! Why do I have a crush on everyone in this ER?? LOL Enjoy :D

Soft Spot

Pairing: Dr Melissa King x Surgeon!Reader

Summary: Dr. Melissa King doesn’t seek people out. She doesn’t do small talk, doesn’t hover, doesn’t fill silence with noise. So when she finds a quiet spot in the hospital to sit with Crosby, a trauma patient’s scruffy mutt, the last thing she expects is company. And yet—You find her anyway. Not to interrupt. Just to be there.

The hallway outside Imaging was quiet.

Just the gentle hum of vending machines and the soft rustle of fur beneath Melissa’s fingers as she scratched behind Crosby’s ears.

He was curled up beside her on the bench, tail thumping lazily every few seconds as she let him rest his chin on her knee.

She hadn’t planned to be here. Not really. But after finishing a consult and being told OB had commandeered the only call room she liked, Melissa figured this would do.

Crosby didn’t talk. Crosby didn’t ask questions. Crosby didn’t fill space with unnecessary noise. He was… tolerable.

She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a half-wrapped granola bar. Broke a tiny piece off.

“Not good for you,” she said. “But I don’t care.”

He took it gently from her hand.

Melissa didn’t smile, exactly. But her posture softened. Just slightly.

Then—“Mind if I sit?”

She looked up.

You were standing at the door, a coffee in one hand, your coat slung over your shoulder, eyes gentle and a little curious.

She blinked. “This isn’t a high-traffic area.”

“Exactly why I came here.” You gave her a small smile. “Didn’t know it was already occupied.”

Melissa hesitated. Then gave the tiniest shrug. “It’s fine.”

You sat down next to her. Not too close. Left space. Let the silence be.

Crosby let out a low huff and shifted his weight, clearly pleased to have two people now watching over him like he was some kind of royalty.

Melissa glanced at you sideways. “You’re good at silence.”

You smiled. “You say that like it’s rare around here.”

“It is,” she replied flatly.

You sipped your coffee. “You like him.”

She looked down at Crosby. “He doesn’t lie. Or interrupt. Or ask me if I’m okay when I’m clearly not.”

You glanced at her then — her expression blank but not cold. Just Melissa. Guarded. Thoughtful.

You nodded. “I can do that too.”

Her gaze slid back to you. Not sharp. Just watching. Measuring. And then, very quietly—“I know.”

You both looked forward again.

Let the stillness settle between you. A shared, welcome silence.

And then—Melissa reached into her pocket again, broke off another piece of granola, and held it halfway between you and the dog.

“He likes company,” she said.

You took the piece from her hand. Gave it to Crosby. He gobbled it up like it was a five-star steak. And Melissa—she didn’t smile. Not really. But her shoulders eased. Her breath slowed. Her hands stopped fidgeting.

You weren’t sure how long the two of you sat there. Fifteen minutes? Thirty? It didn’t matter. What mattered was that Melissa never once told you to leave. She didn’t fill the silence, didn’t try to explain herself or the moment or why she was here with a dog in the middle of her shift. And you didn’t ask. You both just sat.

Crosby eventually let out a low huff and rolled onto his side, paws twitching, tail giving a lazy flop against your shoe. You and Melissa watched him in sync, then glanced at each other like you'd both remembered something at the same time.

“Did you grow up with dogs?” you asked, voice low, careful not to disrupt the air between you.

She nodded slowly. “A beagle. Loud. Obnoxious. Lived to be fifteen.” A beat passed. “I liked him more than most people.”

You smiled softly, nudging your knee slightly toward her. “That checks out.”

Melissa didn’t smile, but something about her expression flickered—like maybe she wanted to. “You’re not annoying,” she said, almost like she was still evaluating it.

“That almost sounded like a compliment,” you teased, letting it land lightly.

“I’m not good at phrasing things like other people do,” she replied bluntly. “But I think you already know that.”

“I do.”

More silence. But this time, it felt different. Not empty. Not distant. Just... natural.

Eventually, Melissa shifted on the ground, tugging her sleeves down as she glanced at the wall clock. “I have to scrub in soon.”

You nodded, brushing your hands on your pants. “Right. Back to reality.”

She stood, smoothing her coat. “Thanks for not talking too much.”

“Thanks for not asking me to leave.”

She paused, looked at you. Her eyes flicked down—first to your coffee cup, then your hands, then slowly back to your face.

“I wouldn’t have minded if you stayed longer,” she said, very quietly.

Your breath caught—just a second. Just enough. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

She gave you a single nod. Turned to go.

But before she could walk away, you added softly, “Hey, Melissa?”

She stopped. Looked over her shoulder.

“Next time Crosby needs a break,” you said, “I’m usually around. I don’t mind the quiet either.”

Her eyes lingered on you, unreadable but not indifferent. And then—“Okay.”

And just like that, she was gone.

But something was still sitting there beside you. Something that looked a lot like the beginning of something more.

[doctordeathawaits]

Can pls i get tips for transghost? ^^ ty!!

Trans Ghost

Move Quietly & Smoothly !!! Practicing slow, graceful movements can make you feel more like you’re drifting through space rather than walking ! Casually leaving conversations or rooms without notice adds to the mystery , ghosts are there one moment and gone the next!

Lowering your voice slightly or speaking softly can enhance the ghostly aura. If you prefer, you can go nonverbal for certain moments to add to the eerie presence !!

Holding a blank, slightly eerie expression or standing still in unexpected places (doorways, corners of rooms) makes you feel more like an apparition !!

Running your hands under cold water before touching someone can be a fun way to embody the "chilling presence" of a ghost !!

Vintage & Forgotten Media !!! Watching old black-and-white films, reading books with yellowed pages, or listening to static-filled radio stations can immerse you in the feeling of existing out of time !

Visiting places that feel empty or forgotten—old houses, train stations at night, foggy streets—can enhance your ghostly experience.

Journaling in the form of unsent letters, especially to people from the past (real or imagined), adds to the feeling of being stuck between worlds !!

Sitting in Windowsills or Doorways !!! Positioning yourself near thresholds (doors, windows, staircases) mirrors the way ghosts linger between spaces.

Letting yourself daydream or move through life in a slightly dazed, sleepy way can make you feel more untethered.

Pale & Faded Colors !! Think washed-out whites, grays, foggy blues, and dusty pastels - colors that make you look like you just drifted out of an old, abandoned house ! Layering sheer clothing, lace, or light, tattered fabrics can create that floating, ethereal look ! A long, oversized sweater or a wispy dress can give the feeling of something not quite of this world !!

Wearing clothes that look a little old-fashioned or from different eras adds to the "lingering spirit" vibe !!! Victorian nightgowns, high-collared blouses, old suits, or faded band tees with a history <33 Covering your face partially with a veil, scarf, or hood can make you feel more ghostly and mysterious, as if you’re peeking through from another realm !!! Jewelry that looks a little tarnished or like it was left behind in an attic — lockets, cracked rings, or antique-style pieces !!

Pale or Translucent Skin Look !! Lighten your face with a soft, powdery foundation or just embrace a washed-out look !! If you want to go dramatic, you can blend in subtle blues, purples, or grays to mimic a spectral glow !!!! Smudging soft gray or brown around your eyes can give that “I’ve been wandering for centuries” effect !! Lightly drawing faint veins with blue or purple liner around your hands or temples can add to the ethereal aesthetic !!

[p1z-d0n7jud6em3]

THINKING ABOUT….

Nagi Seishiro with an archer!reader, where he watches you practice. And then confesses to you.

“And I’m so annoyed at the fact that she literally ate the last brownie piece even though I told her not to,” you say in annoyance as you hit another target once again, face twisted in concentration. He just doesn’t get how you do it. Talk and shoot arrows like it’s the most easiest thing in the world. But he is in awe though.

You then lowered your bow and sighed, blinking. “Ugh, it’s so hot,” you whine, and then place your set on the white table, sitting across Nagi. “You can go inside if you want to,” you say and the grey-eyed guy shakes his head. “Why,” you ask, leaning, as you rest your chin in your hands, a teasing smile playing on your face.

“Because I want to. And I don’t mind staying here, watching you practice,” he says, eyes squinting thanks to the blazing sun. You gulp, and go quiet at his words. You were puzzled. Usually, he would just stay and rot in his room 24/7, and here he was, sitting in your backyard, on the chair, watching you practice. And it’s really hot outside! “Nagi, why do you want to watch me practice? It’s hot outside, and usually you’d be staying in your room,” you say, your eyes trained on him as you suspiciously stare at him.

“I like you, and I always have,” Nagi says with a blank face, so causally, as if it wasn’t the most shocking thing ever. Your mouth drops open slightly at the sudden statement, and he shrugs. “And I realized that, because I keep on thinking about you, wanting you to just stay with me by my side, forever,” he says, tone neutral, grabbing the bottle of mango juice sitting on the table, and a glass, pouring some for himself and then you. “See? That’s what I’m talking about. You’re always doing things- even the smallest ones, even though you don’t,” you exclaim a little, pointing at him. “Yes, I know, and I want to. I realized I like you after I was doing normal things, and making a little effort to do things- just for you,” he ends his confession, eyes trained on you as he takes a sip from the cold drink, affection swirling in his softening eyes.

You just sat there, staring at him as you held your semi-filled glass. You were shocked. Very. Maybe that was an understatement. You felt your face grow hot and you immediately gulped down the drink in one go, nearly choking on it.

You liked him too.

[iwriteasfotini]

Four beautiful poems written by Hope Lupin.

Short. Sweet. Tragic.

nothing can ever take me from you, nor you from me by shewritespoetrymaybe Rating: General WC: 669

Summary: Poetry from the notebook of Hope Lupin Written in parts, over the years

In the canon compliant universe of my Remus Lupin sad boy poems, he finds this notebook in his mother's bedside table when he is tidying the room after her death. He fills the remaining blank pages not with poems but notes to his Mam, hoping she can read them from wherever she is.

My favorite things about this work were the repetitive use of the phrases and the inclusion of Welsh.

[viennaswcrld]

how many time can i pass in my dr? can i say something like “2h in my current reality is one day in my desired reality” or is that too ‘fantastical’ ? also, can i script that i have an ability in my dr that i dont own in my current reality (let’s say, singing or drawing) ? is there any specific or recommended way to script?

apologies for the many questions, i’m afraid i’m new to this whole ‘shifting’ deal and i saw your very organized, seemingly experienced blog on the matter and the questions haven’t left my brain alone 😓 i hope these asks don’t bother.

do what you want. there’s no ‘rules’ to shifting🙏

many people say that if you have an extreme time difference between your dr and cr, it’ll exhaust you, which is just incorrect. do what you please.

you can script anything in your dr. if you can’t sing here, you can script you can sing there. if you can’t dance here, you can script you can dance there. it’s a different reality with a different physical body. possibilities are endless.

and no, there isn’t any recommended way to script. do whatever you like. you also don’t have to script every little thing; your mind fills in the blanks.

[0nsyu]

I'm sorry for the miscommunication, I think much of this is down to coming at the post-credits scene from very different angles. When I said this:

For the lines I'm thinking of in Japanese, he was saying that something like hitting his head wasn't enough for Kiryu or his dream [of curing Kiryu] that he can't give up on to disappear [from his mind], not that Kiryu himself was his dream.

I wasn't discussing my reading of the localized lines, I was discussing the Japanese lines. I've summarized those above, but I'll translate them directly this time next to the localized dialogue for reference:

Original Japanese: 頭打ったくらいじゃ　お前の夢は消えんかったわけや 桐生一馬を・・・・・・　あきらめたくないっちゅう夢を・・・・・・ Literal English: Meaning, something like hitting [your] head [wasn't enough for] your dream to disappear. [For] Kazuma Kiryu [to disappear]... [for] the dream [you/it has been] said [you] don't want to give up [to disappear]... Official English: Take the dream from the man, but can't take the man from the dream. Kazuma Kiryu. You never could give up on that one. (Perhaps uncharitable, but to me "never could" and "don't want to" have vastly different implications and are only alike in that they're in the negative.)

As you can see, the localized lines have almost nothing in common with the Japanese lines in content. I personally no longer use the localization to determine what was said, only as a shorthand so English-speaking audiences can follow. It is not the text, it is an adaptation of the text by a large revolving-door team (mostly consisting not of translators but of American editors who don't speak Japanese) short on time and resources.

Which isn't at all to say there's no value in analyzing the localized text or that I expect everyone to learn Japanese to discuss the text, it's only my choice, but it's because of my choice that we're just not talking about the same lines here and a lot rides on the specifics. Things are lost in translation, mistakes are made, and in this case what was a Japanese sentence that had more going on has been simplified into an easily-digestible English idiom, and what Majima can't give up on has been ascribed directly to Kiryu when it was originally Majima's dream.

To expand on the literal translation, the main thing is that there is an unstated verb acting on both "Kazuma Kiryu" and "the dream you don't want to give up" (separately, individually, but relatedly; Kiryu and the dream are not structured as a combined unit being acted on, but different units). Japanese is often highly contextual, so the player is meant to fill in the blank themselves, and the only nearby applicable verb is "disappear."

As for what the dream itself is, I don't think that's vague at all. In both Japanese and English Saejima introduces the dream by saying Majima went to Hawaii chasing it. He goes on to recount everything about how Majima wasn't interested at first but did a 180 once he heard about the treasure and the elixir, obviously in hopes of curing Kiryu's cancer, and that despite losing his memory (in Japanese, he says "even though [he] lost [his] memory and couldn't even remember [Saejima's] face"), he still went after the treasure. This is where "Meaning," comes in: the two sentences are directly connected, and one is the explanation for the other. The dream is the treasure is the elixir is the cure for Kiryu's cancer. It's quite straightforward when not bogged down by localization choices.

Which isn't to say that more can't be extrapolated from that, because it's obviously intended to be a major reveal that speaks to how important Kiryu is to Majima, but in terms of what's stated in the text that's all there is to it. I think I would agree that many of the points you bring up here can't be reconciled logically but where I disagree is that I think that's entirely down to logical errors the localization introduces, not the original text, which is what I'm personally concerned with.

So I have nothing against Kiryu being a special relationship, I think that's kind of a given when Majima was created as a foil to him and wasn't tied to any other major characters until 4. I just don't think the evidence presented necessarily supports that how Majima feels about Kiryu is greater than how he feels about others close to him. He forgot Saejima's face, but would he remember Kiryu's? Does he return to the hunt because Kiryu is more important to him than everyone he left back in Japan, or does he return to the hunt because Kiryu's six months is nearly (if not already) up and it's the more pressing issue at hand? I don't think any definitive statements can be made about that.

To touch on the AnAn article, it was a promo piece released shortly after the History of Goro Majima series and intended to achieve most of the same things in terms of catching readers up to speed on the history and appeal of Majima, so a lot of of what it says is similar to the video series (Chapter 3 of which presents both Kiryu and Saejima as the most important people in Majima's life), just with commentary from Majima, Kiryu, and Ichiban.

The highlighted quote is a segue from a paragraph about the people Majima happened to run into who inspired the Mad Dog persona going into what is explicitly framed as an observation from the author of the article based on what Majima says about outdoing Kiryu's Bucket List. It's not really a high bar to me for Kiryu to be special among people Majima has happened to meet, given the other three being referred to are dead and were only in his life for a short time.

I have to disagree that the most notable queer characters (or more appropriately, characters who display behaviors identifiable with queerness) are one-off or background characters. I mean, Ichiban and Kiryu can get “honk-honks” from men. All of the female party members (even Nancy) can have romantic or sexual interactions with women; Seonhee’s attraction to women is even brought up during the main story. Nanba had his Florence Nightingale effect moment. Sawashiro was originally conceived of as being in love with Arakawa. Arakawa is referred to as both an actress and (in the localization) a mother. These are all not only recurring characters but central to the plot.

Of course there are more one-off and background characters, but that’s also a given to me because there are more one-off and background characters of every kind. It’s only recently that we’re seeing more characters return, because it’s only recently that RGGS isn’t looking at every game as its last and is able to plan ahead, and coincidentally most of my examples are from recent games as well. Like, if you look at Gaiden, no one cares that Nishitani is bisexual, Shishido has a little crisis over being attracted to Kiryu’s voice, Tsuruno’s theme is called Unrequited in reference to a man. Watase's actor has suggested Watase wouldn't outright reject advances from a man. We got an on-screen gay kiss over 9 years ago in the Poetry of the Soul drama. It's been there.

These may not be the grand, sweeping declarations and gestures a lot of fans seem to want but they suit me just fine. That’s what I was talking about in my tags with current RGG being casually queer enough that KazuMaji isn’t particularly a win or loss to me. While I’m on the topic, because I don’t have anywhere else to put this, I think the fact we have not seen any more trans women (even if the ones we had before were imperfect at best) is rooted in the same thing as them not writing a queer romance. It’s certainly not because they’d face backlash, because they’ve done it already, it’s because with their increased social awareness they’ve come to be more hesitant in portraying them. I just don’t see writing a queer romance as specifically the be-all end-all of portraying queerness, especially in a series with not much romance in it to begin with; do you?

And trust me, I know how bad the fandom can get. I run the wiki, I’ve been around the block, I interact with all kinds of people on a weekly basis and I’ve been getting harassed and called slurs over this kind of thing for years. But it’s because I’ve been a part of the fandom for so long that I know for a fact all of that has died down considerably.

This actually proves my point that RGGS is persisting regardless of complaints; if they were playing to (or even considerate of) the “anti-woke” crowd, they simply wouldn’t have so much to complain about. Players who are continually disappointed by a series stop playing, and a lot of them have. If they haven’t been weeded out yet, it’s only a matter of time until they are, particularly as upcoming titles have been confirmed to be even more “aggressive in theme.” We know exactly what RGGS’s approach to these criticisms is, too, because Yokoyama once responded to an article by one of these “anti-woke” publications. He was not at all apologetic or asking for patience and understanding like usual, but adamant in saying that this is what the studio wants to do and the kinds of characters they want to create, without prejudice.

So if you can have that, and you can have two of the most influential people in the yakuza genre openly saying the world of the yakuza is the ultimate Boys' Love on the topic of Nihon Touitsu, the most popular yakuza franchise in Japan other than RGG (which one of them produces, writes for, and stars in, and bear in mind he's a friend of Yokoyama's and that RGG is significantly more radical in its politics and presentation than Nihon Touitsu and has the 1:2 female audience ratio to Nihon Touitsu's 1:3 to prove it), you know, I'm just more inclined to think the issue lies somewhere other than audience acceptance, because they've already cultivated an audience that would accept anything they do and they're people who do what they want.

Hello! The twist ending of PYIH kind of shocked me. 'Twas really foolish of me for thinking that for the entirety of Kiryu's saga, Majima has just that twisted obsession with Kiryu, being a "Mad Dog" and all. I came across your PYIH analysis the other day and it really brought home what they were conveying with the ending.

I'm still having trouble wrapping my head around the premise of PYIH. Is the sole purpose of Majima's "filming/documentary(?)" is to rehearse telling it to Kiryu? Because if it had been, that would be even crazier.

Oh, and at this point, is it even reasonable right now to interpret their relationship as platonic or brotherly? What do you think?

YEAHHHHH imo I think yakuza kenzan yakuza 3 (rooftop scene) is where we first truly starting seeing a glimpse of a deeper dynamic between Majima and Kiryu that goes beyond the "weird twisted obsession" reading, and we see more examples of it later as the series goes on (gestures at yakuza 5 and IW) but moments like those were decently subtle/blink-and-you'll-miss-it (not to mention they lessen in frequency also probably in part to Majima's lessening screentime throughout the series), but pyih's ending really goes out of its way to ensure that you actually Know how deep and genuine Majima's feelings are, which I am both extremely appreciative of and Kinda Crazy about

I think the whole documentary thing is interesting. Given the fact that they went out of their way to get the equipment/crew/etc. for the "film version", I would say that the Majima's retelling of his story at the studio and at Kiryu's bedside serve different purposes, and that him telling the story on set was not specifically for Kiryu (what Majima plans to do with the "film version" I'm not completely sure, but I guess for now we can assume it's just a project Majima wanted to do while getting Majima Construction back off the ground?) I'd say the premise of pyih is both to retell Majima's story as he presents it to the "general audience" And Kiryu, hence why the game starts with one and ends with the other. It's the same story to everyone, for the mostpart, and the main difference between the two 'versions' is How he presents it (to the cameras/the players/main audience he puts on the fuckass pirate costume and the theatrics, to Kiryu he tells it to him straight, without the extra show stuff for the cameras. We can Assume the story he tells to each audience is practically identical, considering that the cutscene of him telling it to us in the beginning of the game and him telling it to KIryu at the end of the game use identical lines (cough cough in the Japanese audio), but his tone of voice between the two are notably very different)

Uhhhh shoot I don't know if any of that made sense 💀 Point is I think Majima telling the story of pyih is, in fact, meant for Everyone, it's just that Kiryu gets a sort of special, more authentically told version of it if you will (After all, Majima could've just shown Kiryu the film when it was finally done, but instead he went out of his way to tell it to him personally)

As for the question of "is kazumaji canon now", WOO boy. First of all I actually lowkey want to thank you for asking that question, I've been wanting to post about it for a while now but kept putting it off lol. I mulled over this exact question quite a bit during the week-or-so long time period that I was writing most of my analysis after finishing the game, and, despite the fact that I myself am very vocal about liking kazumaji in a romantic scenario/context, I would not personally call it canon, and I say it is still absolutely reasonable to interpret them as platonic.

While many of the aspects we see in their relationship (especially on Majima's end) such as obsession, devotion, etc. etc. are often associated with romantic interest (Especially in fandom spaces), I don't think they have to be considered specifically romantic. People who have read through my posts may remember a while back that I did an analysis of The Sun at 36.5 wondering if the song was written with the intent to represent Majima's feelings towards Kiryu (for the record this was incorrect and the meaning behind it goes past the scope of the game) and I was going pretty insane about it lol. That's because, had the song been written with that in mind, it would've meant with almost 100% certainly that they would be, in fact, canon, and that would've been Insane. However, this is not the case, and other than that theory I had there's nothing else in the games that would specifically state that either one has Explicitly Romantic feelings towards the other. Do they have a very deep and complex relationship, the likes of which they don't share with many other characters? Definitely. Is it explicitly romantic? I wouldn't say so

The main example I would like to bring up to argue against it would be minedai (*cough* my second favorite yakuza ship I fucking Love Mine Yoshitaka so much he's one of my favorites). I'll link this amazing post with all the examples but essentially, while minedai and kazumaji share many of the same themes in their relationship/dynamic (again, obsession, devotion, you get the drill (can you tell Majima and Mine are two of my favorite characters yet LOL)) the main difference between them is that, with minedai, it is basically outright said Multiple Times in Multiple Sources outside of even Yakuza 3 itself that Mine loved Daigo, with words used Specifically to convey strong romantic connotations, a choice rgg went out of their way to make every single time they wrote about them together. Kazumaji, on the other hand, does not use these kinds of words to describe each other, whether it be in words coming from Kiryu and Majima themselves, or official relationship charts, descriptions, etc.

Can feelings including romance be heavily implied without needing to be explicitly stated? Absolutely, but with the way rgg tends to Very Obviously and Explicitly state when characters Are romantically interested in each other, and also simply because there is still (imo) plenty of room to read kazumaji as Not romantic, I wouldn't say it's canon. And for the record, I wanna reiterate that this is coming from someone who is personally very enthusiastic about kazumaji as a ship, so I'm trying to be purely objective here, and that is my verdict (Also this is just a random aside, but I really don't agree with the people who are (unironically) labelling Kiryu and Majima's relationship as "queerbaiting". but that's a whole other discussion entirely)

Thank you for shooting an ask !!

[normiematsu]

the aftermath is that they go home and choro thinks this is it. this is the night he gets laid. and he turns around after locking yuus front door and shes already knocked out cold on the floor in front of her couch

[strangersteddierthings]

Omegaverse scentmates fic where Steve wears scent blockers (patches that cover the scent gland in this case) because he wants someone to love him for him. Eddie doesn't wear scent blockers because they're expensive. Steve knows they are scentmates but also knows that Eddie doesn't like him because of who he was in high school. Eddie doesn't know they're scentmates.

Steve spends the fic trying to befriend Eddie to no avail. Eddie will NOT budge on whatever grudge he's holding. Which sucks because the more Steve learns about Eddie, the more Steve likes him beyond the romantic idea of Scentmates. He likes that Eddie isn't afraid to be his honest self, likes that he's loud and in-your-face and slightly obnoxious. Likes that he's genuine friends with the Party outside of Hellfire. Likes that he's not afraid to make a fool of himself to cheer someone up or get a smile out of them (not that he's ever done this for Steve but he had done it for Max and Dustin that Steve was around to witness). And that's just the start of the list.

There would eventually be a confrontation ala "I'll never be good enough for you, will I?" From Steve and Eddie scoffing in response. It turns into a fight where Eddie finally yells, "what do you care if I like you!? Is having the rest of of the world on your silver spoon not enough?"

And Steve just rips off the scent blocker and stares Eddie down until he sees his scent register to Eddie; Eddie's eyes widen and he takes in several deep inhales like his (secondary gender of choice) can't let Eddie stop smelling him. It's only once Eddie opens his mouth to say something that Steve speaks. "This! This was why. I want to be with someone who wants to be with me! And you've made it real fucking clear that's never happening. Have a nice life, Munson." And then he leaves.

Because if Eddie's going to be interested in him now that he knows, Steve doesn't want it. If Eddie couldn't like Steve for who he was, then Steve not even going to pretend to entertain the idea of letting Eddie near him just because they smell good to each other. Steve would rather be with someone whose scent makes him gag but who laughs at his jokes than settle with someone who would just be tolerating him.

Eddie is left standing there trying to figure out how to prove to Steve that he does like him, and has liked him for a long time. Eddie was just trying to protect himself and couldn't let himself believe Steve's interest was genuine.

How does the fic end? Your choice if you write it <3 (please tag me if you do)

[iztea]

i personally believe chuuya simply DIY-ed a makeshift leg cast with the stuff he found in prison but ended up bridal carrying dazai out anyways because they wouldn't have made it in time at that pace

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