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Stephpotterdrawtober & 31 Days of Nevermore Day 31: Phantasm & Spectre

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a three week paid-vacation provided by your captain gave rise to the opportunity to finally show you the gift sylus had gotten you. and no, it isn’t the yacht you’re on—but he wouldn’t be opposed to giving you that either.

[ !! ] — mdni | established relationship, smut, breeding kink, pregnancy mention, fingering, oral (female receiving), praise kink, mating press, unprotected sex, sylus is soft in the bedroom okay now hush ;; alcohol mention (sylus drinks whiskey), fluff. oh did I mention soft! sylus?? uhhh maybe more tags than this idk there’s a lot going on lmao. unedited af I know that’s a warning. if y’all see cut sentences just know it’s a brain glitch >.< lol

a/n: Happy Valentine’s Day! phew i got this out before it ended hehe just in the nick of time. I do wanna forewarn everyone I don’t actively write smut so I deeply apologize for any sort of repetitiveness or just it being inaccurate and rushed overall, my apologies. but please enjoy reading! bc i wanna curl up and die and delete this after writing it actually lmao I’ll probably never write anything like this again haha

word count: roughly 4.8k

The starry expanse of sky moves quickly outside of the window of the car, nothing but a blur of cosmic colors. Where you’re going you’re not quite sure, with all the secrecy from Sylus and the twins. It’s something Sylus has clearly planned for awhile, from the way he wanted you to dress tonight, but you’re still unable to put your finger on it.

At the very least, you’re glad that Kieran is the one that’s driving instead of Luke.

“Are you two going to tell me where we’re going yet?”

“Afraid not, Miss,” Kieran replies. “That’d be against orders from Boss.”

“Are we at least almost there yet?” you ask.

“We have about ten more minutes,” Luke chirps. “Then you’ll finally get to see Boss, don’t worry.”

You’re stunned into a mild fluster and look at your hands in your lap. You heard the twins snicker and you can’t help but shake your head incredulously. Oh well. You’re almost to your destination anyway.

After the last two months of an increase in Wanderer appearances, you could most certainly use a break. It’s been nothing short of hectic, battles here and evacuations there and the occasional dumbass that doesn’t want to listen to the warnings given out that an area is too dangerous to go into.

You softly sigh. You really shouldn’t be thinking about work.

You tug the large coat on your shoulders over you further, closing your eyes and sinking into the warmth and the smell of the man it belonged to.

Whatever in the world Sylus had planned must be big, even so that he couldn’t be bothered to tell even the twins exactly what he had in store. All the three of you knew was that he had a surprise, and the two brothers were more than happy to have the opportunity to have the base to themselves.

You just wish you knew where you were going.

“Is this it?”

“I think so. Ah, there’s Boss.”

Oh, already?

True to word, you open your eyes and see a familiar patch of silver against the darkness of the world. And you also happen to see a very, very large yacht not far from him.

A marina? You blink incredulously. A private fucking marina. Good lord, how much money does this man really have?

Upon stopping, you watch as Sylus turns his head slightly to the car. Luke quickly jumps from the passenger side and opens the door for you, ushering his hand outward dramatically and says, “After you, Miss.”

The heel of your shoe clicks against pavement as you step out, holding Luke’s hand for stability until you find your balance.

“Thanks, Luke.”

“Not a problem! Enjoy the honey— Uh, vacation!”

Luke jumps back into the car, more than likely to save himself from your questioning eyes. You can’t help but shake your head and make your way toward Sylus and the man in uniform, more than likely the captain of the yacht.

“Ah, Mrs. Sylus,” greets the captain with a tilt of his hat. His eyes blink as he does a once-over on you and then laughs. “I was wondering what kind of woman would tie such a man down, and now I understand. Please, come aboard.”

Your brows raise at Sylus as the captain pivots and boards the yacht. “Care to explain that?”

Sylus, in all his audacity, simply shrugs and smiles. “Nothing to explain, sweetie. He came up with that himself after I told him my lady would be joining me.”

You scoff in disbelief, but can’t help the small smile that falls to your lips. You take Sylus’s arm, wrapped your hand in the crook of his elbow as he leads you onto the ship.

“It’s beautiful,” you murmur, gazing around as he takes you to the deck. And you could only imagine what it would be like when you went out to sea.

“I figured you would like it,” he murmurs. “Glad to see my instincts weren’t wrong.”

You don’t miss the way his red eyes look to you, knowing he’s waiting for your words of affirmation. You laugh behind your hand, because yeah, he’s right.

You hum, taking his hand in your own. “Thank you for considering me.”

You also don’t miss the way his large fingers eagerly twine with your own, nor the way his eyes soften and blend with devotion and affection.

“Always.”

Thirty minutes pass before the ship takes off into the open sea. You barely feel it until Sylus has you stand to take you back outside from the dining area.

“So, where are we going?” you ask, gazing up at him.

Sylus’s mouth twitches into a smirk. “It’s a surprise.”

You grumble, humoring the man. “Of course it is.”

Sylus’s coat never leaves your shoulders the couple hours you’re both out on the deck. He seems to enjoy that, too; you wearing his clothes sparks something behind his eyes that you’re all too familiar with. The thought itself has your cheeks warming and thighs pressing together.

He flicks his wrist to check his watch when a timer beeps twice. You can’t help it when your eyes linger on his hand. You’ve always had a fixation on his them—on how big and warm they are in comparison to yours, on how his long fingers stretch across your body, and how they gently wrap around you and pull you close like he’d die without touching you. Those hands that had once forced you to attempt to resonate with him for three days had become soft, remorseful and loving. And he’d more than earned your forgiveness.

“Dinner should be ready.”

You grin. “You brought your chef?”

“Just for this trip,” he retorts, standing to full height. “Come.” His hand outstretches to you and you take it without hesitation.

You don’t miss the way his eyes briefly light up at the way your fingers immediately interlace with his. It’s a small joy to you, but to him it means everything—a testament to how far the two of you have come.

Dinner, as always, is perfect. Dessert even more so. You’re not too full, but more than satisfied. You give your compliments to the chef, who in turn happily skips back to the kitchen like he’s on cloud nine. And you can’t help but look at Sylus and smile as he downs his whiskey like it’s water.

“You don’t compliment your chef enough,” you comment. “One sentence from me and he acts like he’s never heard praise.”

Sylus hums as his brows raise, humored. He chuckles with the whiskey in his mouth before swallowing it to retort, “He knows his cooking is excellent. I suppose I just have a limit to how many compliments I can give out in a day.”

You place your chin in your hand. “Oh, really? Then how many do I get to have in a day?”

Adoration fills his ruby orbs. “As many as you want, my beloved.”

His hand reaches for your left over the table. Sylus’s thumb rubs over your fingers, resting atop your ring finger.

“Have I told you that you look exquisite tonight?” he whispers.

“You haven’t,” you reply cheekily. “I think you owe me a few more, don’t you think?”

The soft music in the background dies as you begin to hear your heart thunder in your ears. You do hope that Sylus can’t hear it pounding away like you can.

“Seems like I do,” he says in an exhale, leaning back in his seat but not letting go of your hand. His eyes have changed—once filled with adoration, now filled with a fire that makes heat rise to your cheeks and desire burn between your legs. “I don’t think I’ve shown you the bedroom yet, have I?”

You grin. “You haven’t. I’d like to see it.”

But what you don’t anticipate is your man standing and abruptly lifting you into a one arm carry. Your sharply inhale in surprise, arms immediately weave around his neck for support, but you know he’d never drop you anyway.

You trail your nose under his jaw, pressing a long kiss to his skin by his ear. Your fingers dig into his shoulder, the subtle presser making him hasten his long strides.

“Sweetheart—” Sylus gulps as you press two fingers to his mouth to silence him.

You pepper slow kisses down his neck, nipping at the skin every other kiss. It’s when you reach his collarbone you hear the click of a door. And seconds later you find the plush fabric of blankets underneath you and Sylus’s firm hand cradling the back of your head as he tilts your head back to capture your lips with his.

Between each heated kiss you attempt to catch your breath, only for your lover to devour your mouth with his own again and again.

“Mmmh— Sylus, let me—” another kiss “—catch my breath.”

He has a hard time pulling away. Sylus rests on one knee at the edge of the bed, hands grasping at the back of your bare calves as he catches his own breath and tries to pull himself back to his senses before he finishes himself off early.

While you toss your head back and close your eyes, trying to let oxygen catch up to your brain, Sylus lifts his head to look at you. He drinks in your appearance—the starry night sky sewn into the strapless obsidian dress (one that he had specially made for you) accentuated your body exactly the way he envisioned.

As he watches your breasts rise and fall with every breath, he feels his pants tighten even more. He’s so painfully hard just from simply kissing you—a testament to what you do to him, how deeply you affect him.

He rests his head against the plush of your thigh. As he trails his hand down your leg, he realizes you still have your heels on.

Your head snaps up at the feeling of one heel coming off, then the other.

“Sylus, what— Oh, shit.”

The momentum of him lifting your body further up the bed and hiking your dress up catches you off guard. His mouth latches to your thighs, kissing and biting all the way up until he reaches the fabric of your panties—the only thing between him and what he wants.

“Such a dark red, darling,” he hums. “Was this for me?”

“It might’ve been,” you tease.

As his finger loops around the red fabric covering you, Evol ready to help rip it off, your hand makes its way into his hair and tugs, forcing his eyes to attention.

“Rip these, I’m okay with that. Rip the dress, and I’ll kill you,” you say, half-joking. But damn did you really like this dress.

He chuckles, eyes glazed with lust. “Understood.”

As soon as he tears them away and hikes your dress even further around your hips, Sylus’s mouth does nothing short of devour your pussy. You let out the loudest, wanton moan you’ve ever heard from yourself as his tongue buries itself in and against your folds. Your head falls back against the pillows, hands moving to grip the sheets beneath you to maintain some semblance of being grounded as Sylus eats you out like a starved man. Your legs are over his shoulders, allowing him the best access to your womanhood.

“Oh— Fuuuck, Sylus. Ohmygod, please don’t stop,” you beg, threading one hand through his hair again, grip tighter than earlier.

His reply comes in the form of him pushing his thick middle finger inside of you and mouth sucking on your clit. You wail, bucking your hips into his mouth. His ring finger promptly follows, stretching your cunt and sinking deep inside of your walls. Tears of overstimulation line your eyes as you grasp at then pillow behind your head.

Both hands twine into his silver locks of hair, pressing him deeper into you. What you miss amidst your own haze of ecstasy is Sylus grinding himself against the mattress to find some sense of relief. His mind is at war, wanting nothing more than to cum right then and there versus wanting to watch his seed spill from your hole. It takes every ounce of self-control of his own body to not climax while he simultaneously loses his mind while his mouth is attached to your cunt.

“Don’t— Please— Sylus! Sylus, I’m gonna—”

Your back arches off of the bed, and you can’t help but press him further into you and grind against his face. Sylus’s arms wrap around your thighs, holding you steady. The deep groan of his satisfaction that leaves him only spurs you on further and further and further until your thighs clench around his head and you cum. Hard.

And Sylus more than enjoys sucking and licking away at your release as you climax, prolonging it as much as he can. He lifts your lower body into the air as he continues his onslaught of your pussy with his mouth and tongue, the pressure of your thighs on either side of his head making him dizzy. Your essence coats his chin and nose, your scent driving all his senses wild and pulls the remainder of his blood down to his cock.

He gains a free hand as you tighten your legs around his shoulders. He unbuckles his belt and slips it off with practiced ease before moving to unzip and unbutton his pants, tugging away at them.

When your hips stop shaking is when Sylus grabs your thighs with both hands and sets your body back down on the mattress. He hovers over you once again, taking in your disheveled appearance and partially-lidded eyes. His long fingers brush your skin and cradle your jaw.

“Still with me, sweetheart?” he asks.

You pant and gaze up at him. “Barely.” You swallow. “That tongue of yours is brutal.”

Sylus laughs. It’s almost enough to make him forget about the painful fact that his cock is straining against his pants. Until your knee brushes against it when you lift yourself from the bed and he groans.

You giggle as his head presses against your shoulder.

“You really shouldn’t neglect yourself like that,” you hum, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

Sylus’s lips meet your neck opposite of your arm wrapped around him and presses a long kiss to your sweaty skin, murmuring hotly into your ear, “There’s no one to blame but you, beloved. And I highly suggest you take responsibility.”

You moan and arch into him as his hands work on your dress, unzipping the back entirely and lowering it just below your breasts. You arch your back so he can undo the bra, and as soon as it’s on the floor, his mouth is on your chest. Sylus sucks and bites at your nipples, worshipping them and your breasts as he grinds his clothed erection into your bare pussy, soaking his dress pants in your juices.

You begin unbutton his shirt through the haze of your desire… before you slip your hands through the remaining buttons and fully rip his dress shirt apart, exposing his thick torso. You both chuckle at the sound of the buttons hitting the floor.

“Impatient?”

“Like you aren’t,” you remark.

Sylus shrugs off his shirt in a fluid motion and tosses it to the side from one arm. You manage to slide off your dress within a few moments, just as Sylus manages to get off his pants and briefs and… Oh…

You’d almost forgotten how big he is. Sure, the two of you have spent a couple more… sensual evenings together since you had him use your place as a safe house (and then him bringing you to his), but it always makes you shudder when your eyes land between the apex of his muscular thighs.

His tip weeps with precum, heavy cock red and flushed and—

Sylus’s breath is hot against your ear as he asks, “Like what you see, darling?”

—goddamn it you need it inside of you.

Your nails dig into his bicep, your other hand wrapping around his neck to pull him into a heated kiss, and Sylus is more than happy to oblige. His kiss is deep and reverent. A small moan escapes him as you two briefly pull apart for air before diving back into one another.

Everything is hot; your cheeks are flushed with the heat of desire and your pussy aches to have Sylus buried inside of you.

You pull him down on top of you with the arm around his neck, your other hand grasping his cock and positioning it at your entrance. Sylus hisses, hips bucking slightly as his fingers clench at his attempts at restraint.

“Fuck,” he pants. His red eyes clear for a moment, turning into a gentleness reserved for you as he asks, “You think you can take it?”

“I think you ate me out enough earlier I’ll manage,” you joke. Then your nails dig into the meat of his back, the sensation making him softly hiss again. “But if you don’t I’ll be doing it for you then.”

Sylus chuckles, nose dipping to your collarbone.

“My beloved is always so greedy, isn’t she?”

There is no retort from you—only a loud moan as Sylus’s tip enters you fills the room. He stops after that though, and as you look up to him to ask him why he stopped, you’re stunned at the sight before you.

Sylus is flushed red, panting and sweating as his muscles flex.

“Sylus?”

“Don’t,” he warns, shaking his head. “Give me… a moment. You feel… too good.”

The implication is clear. Sylus’s head falls as he inches himself a little further, delighting in hearing you gasp as he sinks more and more inches of himself inside of you. It takes all he has not to just cum at the feel of you; every ounce of self-control he has is being tested. He’s never been harder in his life, and being inside of the woman he loves—who feels like heaven wrapped around his cock—only proceeds to spiral him into a deeper pit of pleasure.

“Sylus… Sylus, more, please,” you hears you beg.

He’s halfway in, trying to take his time and let the romance of the evening last. But at that, and the sensation of your nails digging into his back, he finds himself a goner and lets his hips fall into yours, sinking the remainder of his fat cock into the depths of your wet pussy. A deep shudder passes through him, bliss running through his body.

“Fuck. Fuck, you feel divine,” Sylus says in a deep exhale.

“You’re so big,” you gasp, eyes clouded with the haze of lust. “Oh, Sy, you feel so good.”

The praise goes to his head immediately. He drags his cock back out slowly and a whine escapes you, hating the emptiness. But when Sylus places your legs over his shoulders and leans over you, it’s over for you both.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as Sylus rolls his hips, sliding his full length back into the warm expanse of your pussy. His head falls back, and the pace he sets proceeds to bury you both alive underneath overwhelming ecstasy.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he pants, clenching his fist into the sheet. “How I feel every time I look at you? Utter perfection is all I see. Do you feel what you do to me, darling?”

All you can feel is Sylus’s weight on top of you and the feel of his heavy cock inside of you as he stretches you open on him, carving your pussy into the shape of his cock. His pelvis rubs against your clit deliciously, spurring you on further. As much as you want to drive your hips up to meet his thrusts, Sylus has you pinned down into a mating press and all you can do is take what he’s giving you.

The papping noises of your bodies meeting filled the room, sending your thoughts into an even dirtier place. He feels so good reaching so deep inside of you, tip rubbing against that special spot perfectly, like you’re made to be perfect for each other. You clench around Sylus at another thought and he inhales sharply.

“What’re you thinking about?” he questions.

You shake your head. “N-Nothing.”

His long fingers grab your jaw gently. “Tell me.”

And then he slows his pace. “No, Sylus—”

“Then tell me what my beloved is thinking in that pretty head of hers,” he murmurs into your ear. “Or else.”

“I was thinking… about… Uhm…” Sylus rolls his hips back into you, his heavy balls pressing against your ass as he awaits your answer.

“Well?”

“I, uh— A baby.”

At the word, you shy away into your arm. But Sylus doesn’t say anything, which makes you confused. After a couple seconds, you gaze back up at him. His eyes show how stunned he is, pupils blown as no doubt the word also revolves around his own mind.

“Sylus, I— Oh, fuucckk.”

His body weight presses your body into the mattress further, leaving you at his mercy as Sylus’s pace becomes brutal, like he’s let his base instincts take over. His big hand finds yours and twines your fingers together as he drives his cock into your pussy over and over and over again, the squelching noises only growing louder and louder in your ears.

“My kitten… wants a baby then?” He hums into your ear. “She wants me to cum inside of her and carry my baby, is that right?”

“It was… just a thought.”

He laughs as your pussy clenches around him more at his words.

“Seems like it’s more than just a thought.”

Sylus’s mouth meets yours in another kiss, powered by something more than just lust. Your brain turns fuzzy and hot, reality beginning to finally blur as another climax ascends from the depths of your core.

Your eyes shut as his mouth finds the sweet spot on your neck. He sucks and nips at the skin with his teeth and you’ve no doubt that there’ll be plenty of love bites scattered across your skin for days after tonight.

When he nips at your ear, you squeak and clench around him again. Sylus groans into your ear, “Do that again.”

You oblige, clenching down on him and making him piston himself in and out of you faster. Every thrust turns into one that pushes the air from your lungs. All you can see, all you can feel is Sylus—feel his body heat as he presses your body down with his; feel the thickness of his cock stretch you open and the weight of his balls as they slap against your ass.

And it feels so good. The shlick and pap noises are getting to you. The coil that’s been winding up all night finally feels like it’s about to burst. Your back arches off the bed, breasts pressing into Sylus’s firm chest.

“Ohmygod, Sy, gonna cum, gonna cum fuckfuckfuuucckkk!”

He nips at your earlobe, biting down on it gently before whispering into your ear, “Indulge, my love. Indulge and I’ll fulfill every single one of your desires tonight.”

At long last, the coil snaps. Euphoria pilots itself to your brain and all across your body. You shake from the intensity, having to wrap your arms around Sylus to ground yourself as you reach your high.

Your orgasm sends him over the edge. He thrusts a few more times before he finds himself pressing himself as deep as he can possibly go and releasing his seed inside of your pussy. It’s almost too much, even for him. He doesn’t think he’s ever cum harder than tonight.

Your bodies rock together as you both fall from the heights of cloud nine. Sylus peppers your sweaty skin with kisses, across the bruised love bites he’d left earlier.

It’s only when he feels himself soft enough to slip out of you does he ask, “A family?”

Sylus’s voice is soft. So soft in fact that you barely hear him. You take a moment to reply, only to find yourself being easily lifted from the bed and onto Sylus’s chest.

“It’s… Something that’s crossed my mind a few times,” you admit bashfully.

Silence fills the air for a moment before he asks again, in the same, quiet tone he’d just used.

“With me?”

Your smile stretches across your face instantly. Your lips meet his chest, right over his heart. Your eyes meet his—uncertainty meeting unconditional love.

“And no one else.”

The next three days after are filled with you and Sylus partaking in all the activities that his yacht has to offer (plus more intimate times across the boat and it’s other rooms). He’d told you at one point that he would’ve just used the one he sails on regularly. But due to him wanting to spend more time with you than anything, and for you to have fun during the trip, he’d bought another and hired the captain to ensure safe passage.

Tonight however, was the night that you both were supposed to be arriving at your destination. You tried to help the anxiety and giddiness inside of you, trying to flatten it under a cool demeanor but Sylus just saw right through you.

Of course he would.

“There’s no reason to be nervous. It’s not like I’m taking you into enemy territory,” he jokes, gaze flicking to you from the stars in the open sky.

“I know that. I just can’t help it,” you mutter.

You shiver from the cold breeze, and Sylus shrugs off his leather jacket and places it over your shoulders. He leans down and zips it partway, resting his chin atop your head.

“Those hunter instincts of yours need to settle down,” he hums.

“I wish they would— Sylus!”

A hearty chuckle leaves him as you bounce away from his hold. Your eyes narrow at his treachery.

“What? Did I do something wrong?”

“Don’t you try and tickle me,” you warn playfully. You slip your arms through the sleeves of his leather jacket, trying to pull the sleeves back from over your palms to point at him. “Or I’m gonna tickle you back.”

Sylus smirks and rubs his fingers together. “Is that a challenge?”

“Mr. Sylus, Mrs. Sylus,” greets a familiar voice.

Embarrassment makes you duck your head away from the captain for a brief moment before you look at him.

“Just thought I’d come and let you know we’ll be docking soon.” The captain takes his hat off and bows before you both. “Thank you for allowing me the chance to sail you both for the last three days.”

Sylus nods his head in acknowledgment. “Thank you for giving us safe passage, Arthur.”

Arthur nods, reapplies his cap and heads back to steer the ship into the upcoming port.

You don’t get to watch as he disappears since Sylus wraps his arms around you, pulling your chin to his chest. He presses a sweet kiss to your temple and murmurs, “I do believe we’re here.”

The distraction of the captain was long enough that the scenery before you had changed into the moonlit sea into a large landmass illuminated by the full moon above.

Your jaw drops open at the sight, eyes lighting up as you get closer and closer to the port where the ship would dock.

“Sylus, where are we?” you ask quietly.

“It’s an island,” he states. “One that I bought awhile back and was making… renovations for.”

“Renovations? For what?”

He laughs softly and looks at you like you’re a goddess. “For whom, you mean.”

Your eyes widen into saucers. Is he…? Could he seriously mean…?

“Sylus, you bought me an island?” you inquire, utterly flabbergasted.

“I can’t exactly un-buy it, so I do hope you’ll like it,” he replies. To your ears and yours alone you can hear his wavering tone, like he’s awaiting your disappointment. You can’t have that.

You cup his cheeks and force him to look at you again.

“Sylus, I love it; even if it’s the most absurd thing I’ve ever been gifted, I love it. It’s just going to take me time to get used to it,” you tell him. Then you step on your tippy-toes and give him an eskimo kiss. “Thank you. I love you.”

You kiss him there at the front of the ship, wrapped in his warm, protective embrace, momentarily oblivious to the world and your surroundings.

What you’re also oblivious to, and have been since the start of the trip, is the fat diamond ring that’s been tucked away, hidden in Sylus’s bottom drawer to his dresser. And also to the fact of his other reason of being nervous.

To him hoping that you’ll say “yes” when he gets down on one knee to ask you to marry him.

But he’ll save that for later. Right now he intends to indulge and savor your lips on his and you being tucked into him, safe from the world to be loved and worshipped by him.

And hopefully, for the rest of this lifetime.

[lurkingshan]

Only Friends: Fight Night

Another excellent episode, this time with everyone at each other’s throats. So much happened, so let’s break down the big fights and shifting allegiances.

Round 1: Sand vs Top

Phew, Sand really hates Top. I am dying for the backstory on the ex Top stole from him. I loved how this scene showcased Top’s two faces: the boyfriend mask he wears with Mew, and this nastiness that comes out with others. I think both faces are real to an extent, but it cannot be denied that he is lying and hiding parts of himself from Mew. I don’t think Mew would be happy to hear the way Top talks about him, flaunting him as a conquest he won. Sand’s disdain for Top and the way he operates could not be more clear, and his smug attitude in this scene gave Sand the push he needed to do something with the ammunition he has.

Winner: Sand, but Top doesn’t know it yet.

Round 2: Ray vs Boston

Ray walked into this scene with the upperhand, and we saw a moment of real fear on Boston’s face when he realized Ray knew about him fucking Top. But he recovered quickly and turned it around on Ray easily, hitting on his insecurities about Mew and accusing him of only wanting Mew to know so he could break up his relationship and try to get with him again. He called him disgusting (Boston’s favorite insult), and clearly, that was a direct hit, because Ray teared up and disassembled immediately. 

Winner: Boston. Don’t fuck with a fucker, Ray.

Round 3: Cheum vs Boston and Ray

Cheum got her passive aggressive on in this scene and made a bunch of passive aggressive digs at her “friends.” I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: everyone in this friend group is an asshole (run for your life, April!) and none of them seem to actually like each other much. After encouraging Boston to bring Nick and promising to be on her best behavior, she called him a “heartless slut” in front of the guy she claims she wants him to date, and then started picking on Ray for being single and condescended to him about finding someone, teeing up Boston to add insult to injury. Classic mean girl behavior.

Winner: Cheum, but not for long.

Round 4: Ray vs Everyone

As soon as Ray started chugging his liquor after his friends were mean to him, I knew we were in for some chaos, and he did not disappoint. Shots fired at every one of them, except for his most beloved Mew. Unfortunately, his drunk and high ass couldn’t get it together to coherently explain what he was ranting about in front of the crowd, but in the end it didn’t matter because he had already delivered the important information to Mew in the bathroom. Boston deserved it and I didn’t even feel bad for Cheum, she brought that shit on herself. Insulting Sand and offering him money for sex in front of everyone, though? Fucking ouch.

Winner: Ray, but in his typical fashion, he also lost.

Round 5: Sand vs Ray

Sand is the cause of this whole mess, but he seems distressed to see Ray in this state. I don’t know what he thought would happen when he gave Ray this ammunition, knowing how he feels about Mew and how little self-control he has, so I was rolling my eyes a little at his insistence that Ray stop thinking about Mew. You sewed this chaos, sir! Don’t light the match and then make a shocked Pikachu face when you start a fire! After having already hurt him in front of everyone in the bar, Ray rejected Sand and his help brutally, calling him a whore and throwing him to the ground, and then got in his car to wreak havoc on the road. Ray is focused on Mew and simply does not care about Sand’s feelings, and Sand can’t seem to stop trying to protect Ray from his own self-destruction no matter how many times he’s rejected.

Winner: No one, this is all around fucked.

Round 6: Mew vs Top

Mew, my boy, I didn’t know you had it in you! Throughout that scene I was shaking my head, wondering how he could have possibly missed the implication of what Ray was saying and whether he just won’t believe anything Ray says, and then as the sex scene started and he was more bold and confident than usual, I was like what is going o—oh shit! Mew, that was brilliant. I loved seeing him catch Top off guard like that, and given that he already knew before he went home with him, he was clearly giving Top one last chance to come clean and stop lying. Top failed the test, Mew is righteously pissed and genuinely hurt, and for once, Top is out of his depth with no idea how to fix his mistake. 

Winner: Mew. 

And Mew isn’t done, because next week we finally get to see him set some things on fire and kick Boston into the pool. Friends, I can hardly wait.

[shinysparklesapphires]

showtime precure!

🎀: @baileypie-writes @harufallinwonderland

chapter 11: audition day! We're Showtime Precure!

"Alright girls, today we're gonna be preparing to do tech interviews and auditions. Lyna, I need you to go and make copies of the monologues alright?" Reel handed her a piece of paper. "I need around 30 copies or so got it?"

"Right!" Lyna ran out of the classroom.

"Violet, you're coming with Lucia to help with auditions right?"

"Mhm! We're ready, right Lucia?"

Lucia looked up in surprise, "Huh? Oh- yeah."

"Are you sure you slept well last night Lucia?" Violet looked at her with concern.

"Oh yeah don't worry!" She shrugged.

"Ok and Amber you're in charge of tech interviews with me and Lyna ok?"

"Kay," Amber put her notebook in her bag.

"Alright I'm back!" Lyna rushed into the room with a stack of papers in her hands that she gave to Violet.

"Alright let's get going the final bells about to ring."

Classes had already ended, so everyone auditioning or doing interviews were already waiting in the audotorium.

"Alright everyone! If you're here for interviews please follow me, Lyna, and Amber!" Most of the crowd followed suit.

"Huh. Guess they don't wanna act.."

"I mean to be fair Vi, a lot of people have stage fright yknow?" Lucia shrugged.

"Yeah I guess you're right.." She looked up at the stage where most of the people auditioning for acting roles were, "Alright, please grab a monologue from the stage! We'll give you half an hour to prepare and then we'll call your name when we're ready for you!" Her cheerful voice echoed throughout the auditorium as they left to prepare.

Violet grabbed Lucia by the collar, "Woah wait!"

"Lucia! Did you see that 4th year girl with the ringlets up there?!"

"Y-yeah why?"

"That's Serena Beauport, my greatest enemy EVER."

"H-huh?"

"She's like the kryptonite to my superman, the joker to my batman, the dance coach to my Reel!"

"W-why??" Lucia was still being shaken around violently as Violet ranted to her.

"She thinks she's SOOOOOOO great just because she's an upperclassman, and she's mad at ME because I'm a freshman and I got a better role in the ballet than her!"

"Why is this important to the play though?!" She pushed Violet off.

"Because, if she gets into the play she'll rub it in my face forever!"

"Why would she do that?!"

"Because since we're in charge of casting, if I give her a role she'll think I'm admitting she's better than me!"

"Phew! and that's interviews all done! That was easy!" Reel said as he and the other two walked out of the workshop. The sun was shining, and it was a beautiful day out, so they decided to take a walk for a bit.

"I wonder how the others are doing-"

"HONK!"

Nosferatu looked up at them.

"Oh shit it's that goose Dominique stole."

"HONK!" Nosferatu ran off.

"I feel like he just said something not very nice in goose."

"I feel like we should check on Violet and Lucia."

"Alright um, first up is Serena Beauport!" Lucia yelled. Violet rolled her eyes.

Serena waltzed gracefully up to the stage, you could feel the snobbiness all the way from the house to be honest.

"My name is Serena Beauport and I'll be reading for the part of-"

"HONK!"

The auditorium doors burst open, with Nosferatu running at Serena and- stealing her wish coin?? Can he even do that??

"Honk Honk! Hooooonk!" He grabbed the coin in his beak and it turned a stage light into a facade.

"SAWWWWWW!" The facade lunged at Lucia, who jumped away just in the nick of time.

"Lucia! Violet!" They turned to see Reel, Amber, and Lyna.

"Let's go!"

"Precure, Rollback! Lights! Camera! Action!"

"The star of the show, Cure Showtime!"

"The pride of the show, Cure Set!"

"The heart of the show, Cure Wright!"

"The diva of the show, Cure Action!"

"From opening to closing night, we'll make you say bravo!"

"Showtime! Precure!"

"We ate that up wait!" Action giggled.

"Action look out!" Action dodged the punch the facade threw at her, per Set's warning.

"Hey watch it!" Action kicked it in the face, sending it flying towards Serena's unconscious body.

"Ha!" Showtime stopped it before it could hit her.

"Did we have to save her?" Action groaned.

"Yes! We're not gonna let someone die because of a petty rivalry Action!"

"SAWWW!" the Facade shot a bright light into the room blinding everyone and leaving them dizzy.

"This is why I hate acting...." Action tripped, and shook her head to snap herself out of it.

"Precure! Action Grande....Jete!" The facade was eradicated, and the coin was returned to Serena.

"HONK!" Nosferatu ran out of the audotorium in a panic.

"Damn goose.." Reel sighed.

"Alright the audtion results are finally up!" Lucia heard a girl cheer as a crowd gathered around the paper. Some girls cheered while others sighed in disappointment. Serena stood there looking unamused.

"This is ridiculous! I demand a recount!" she stomped her foot in anger.

"There are no recounts in play auditions ma'am.." Lucia looked at the poster and nearly screamed when she saw the lead role. Right there written in red ink read:

AUDITION RESULTS QUILL: ******** PARCHMENT: ******* POET: LUCIA AGISSANTE

"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!"

[kumezyzo]

yea idk. this is the q&a metioned in this post. 1.5k words... and its all bf!sapnap 😁😁

the spaces between questions are supposed to indicate that a little time has passed, like a cut that would be in a video.

shout out to 🐬 anon for helping me with some of the questions! theyre absolutely amazing 💜💜

anyway, enjoy! or dont.... :) m.list

you and nick sat infront of your desk, both of you going through your phones, making sure you have the questions you both picked out from the responses on your tweet.

you put your phone down and set up your recording. nick reached over, keeping his eyes on his phone, placing his hand on your thigh. it was almost like second nature for him to then start rubbing his hand up and down your thigh.

you pause for a moment, your camera recording. you looked at the moniter that showed you what your camera was seeing. at the very bottom, nicks hand was clearly in your lap, moving slowly. the sight made butterflies flutter in your stomach for a moment.

"you ready?" you ask, looking over at your boyfriend, your eyes darting to the hand on your thigh before looking back up.

"mhmm..." he hummed, double checking one last time before looking up and smiling at you.

"okay then..."

"hey, guys! so, we're finally doing that q&a that we said we might do during our announcement video!" you said, smiling into the camera. "we- well, I tweeted out 'ask questions for a couple q&a' which is kinda cringey but gets the point across!" you laughed awkwardly.

"yea, i mean, to be fair, we just needed something to get people to ask questions," nick said shrugging comically by lifting his arms.

"yea..." you said trailing off. "okay lets start!"

'when did you start dating?'

you read the question out loud, looking up into the camera, "a few months ago. this past november," nick nodded in agreement.

"that kinda goes with one of my questions 'how long did you guys like eachother before you started dating?'"

"oh.... umm..." you trailed off, thinking back to a few months ago when you both started talking.

"ive liked you since the first moment i saw you," nick said dreamily making you shake your head with a snile.

"shut up," you said with a giggle. "i think it was maybe a few months before then... august, september-ish? i think by then it was less of a platonic relationship if im honest."

you looked over at nick, to see him already staring at you. you smiled at him in confusion, tilting your head slightly.

"i think i liked you before then. i always thought you were really pretty. and like you were funny and nice. it just changed for some reason," he said looking into your eyes softly. "and im glad it did..."

you let out a soft breath in surprised confusion. you looked back at the camera and tried to hide your smile.

"phew... okay your turn to read a question!" you said, trying to shift the tension.

"i just did, peaches," he said nonchalantly. you looked into the camera, your eyes widening for a second before you tried to hide the flustered look on your face.

'what did the dream and george think when you told them you were dating?'

"dream already knew i was going to ask you out the night it happened. i had been talking to him about it a lot and he had kinda been telling me to just get it over with," nick said, looking at you as he spoke.

"poor guy," you said shaking your head. "he had to hear about how much you were falling in love with me." you said, flipping your hair.

"yea, he did get tired of hearing about it," he said laughing. "and george just kinda knew, i guess."

you laughed, "he texted me like a week before we officially started dating. he asked me 'are you and sapnap dating? or is it going to happen anytime soon?' and didnt know what to tell him."

'who asked out who?'

you raised your eyebrows at him in amusement once he read the question, "you should answer this one, lover boy."

nick chuckled softly and smiled. "i asked her out..."

you waited for him to continue before you realized he wasnt going to. "oh, come on," you scoffed. "okay, he called me super late at night and-"

"no! they dont need to know all of that!"

"and he basically told me that he loved me and that he wanted to be my boyfriend."

nick groaned as his face began to turn red. you grinned at him and gave him a peck on his cheek. he playfully shoved you away as you giggled.

'do you have nicknames for eachother yet?'

"just babe and baby, really..." you said, trying to recall anything youve called him aside from his name.

"same for me... and i call you peaches," he says, failing to hold back a grin as he looks at the way you shake your head.

"and mamas-"

"okay! next question!" he cut you off, causing you to let out a loud laugh.

nick looked at the camera mischievously as you waited for him to ask the next question.

'favourite position?'

"i think mine would have to be cowgirl," he says nonchalantly, keeping his eyes on his phone as he answers.

your eyes widen at him before your hand shoots to cover your mouth in shock. you turn to stare at the camera, speechless as you lean foreward and rest your elbows on your desk, covering your face in embarrassment.

nick giggles loudly, his face turning a deeper shade of red as he watches your body shake in embarrassed laughter.

"what is wrong with you?!" you yell, your voice slightly muffled by your hands.

he let out a similar high pitched laugh as he got up from his chair and covered his face in embarrassment.

you turned your face in your hands to look at him as he shook his head at you, a groan leaving both of you.

"im keeping that in."

"no youre not!"

"i have to!" you said laughing at the way he shakes his head at you. "youre the one that said it!!"

"but your not supposed to-" he groans, "dont put it in!"

"its going in!" you bleeped him saying which position in post

'is yn moving into the dream team house?'

nick looked at you, not knowing how to approach answering your question.

"i think it would make sense in terms of me being the 'honourary dream team member'," you said with air quotes. "but i dont think i will be moving in." you finish with a smile and looking back down at your phone to find your next question.

"wait you dont want to move in?" nick asks, looking at you in confusion with his head tilted slightly.

"thats not what i said," you said with a confused smile.

"so why dont you?" he asked, this time more as an invitation.

"wha- i mean-" you stammered trying to think of a way to make sense of what just happened. "you want me to?"

"of course i do," he smiled.

he leaned in and gave you a peck on your lips. you smiled and your eyes darted down to his lips again. you licked your lips subtly before leaning back in and kissing him longer this time.

nick reached his hand up to hold the side of your neck as he deepened the kiss. he licked your upper lip, causing you to lightly part them. he took that as a chance to pull on your bottom lip and lightly suck on it before pulling away from you completely.

he pulled away and licked his lips as he nonchalantly pulled out his phone to find his next question.

you looked at him speechlessly and flustered. if you looked close enough at his phone, youd notice he was staring at his home screen, also trying to compose himself. you were just trying to make a mental note to cut that out of the video. you did dw

'why did you decide to announce it now?"

"i think it was just that it felt right," you said, shrugging. "we have been officially dating for like five months-"

"technically four,"

"no?"

"baby, yes,"

"nick, if it was the end of november-"

"its not even a week of november that we dated!"

"and then the entirety of december, january, february, and now the end of march?!"

"thats four months, baby. and maybe a week!" he said waiting for you to do the math in your head. your eyes darted around as you thought for a second. then you pursed your lips and looked away from both nick and the camera in embarrassment.

"I'll still love you dont worry," nick said, reaching back over to your thigh and giving it a soft squeeze.

"shut up," you said rolling your eyes.

"wait, have a question," nick said as you were about to say your next one.

"okay," you said, unsuspecting.

'how many times a week do you have sex?'

"nick!" you look at him in disbelief.

he giggles mischievously, "it really depends on the week, sometimes its every-"

"okay! thats all we need for today!"

"isnt it 'all we have for today'?" he asks with a smirk.

"no today, its all we need," you glare at him. "im done with this q&a," you say as you shake your head.

"thank you guys so much for watching! i hope you enjoyed? dont go subscribe to him! but definitely subscribe to me!" you say with a smile on your face.

"what why?!"

yea idk if i like this much, its kinda bad. i hope you enjoyed. comment, request shit, like. idk 💜 -nony

[tia-amorosa]

Sunset Died - Bachelor/Clavell/Wan

cold days and full bellies

A few days later. Nick and his wife kept their word. All the stock was divided up among the surrounding households. They had to do a lot of math, as some households were larger than others. “I still can't believe it, you were right from the start with your assumptions”.

“Yes, and I could bite my own ass for not having looked into this room much earlier. They could have divided things up even better, I tried to get what I could"/ ‘It's okay, there's good stuff in there, you can make something out of it’/ ”Well, canned food. But at least there were pickled cucumbers, just right for you, right?”

Pauline had to smile a little. She thought it was kind of sweet that he was thinking of her. “Do you mean because I'm pregnant? I haven't had any particular cravings in all this time and I don't really like pickles"/ ‘hm, stupid…’/ ”It wasn't wrong to bring them. I think the children will like them. They were most happy about the cookies"/ ‘Children love sweets, that's obvious’.

Pauline changed the subject for a moment. Because there was still this important matter. “Have you… actually been to see Morgana?"/ ”phew, no, I haven't had time for that yet. Is it that important with the check?"/ ”She just wants to test everyone in turn. General check, please…"/ ‘hm, fine with me, I'll go over tomorrow’. She knew that Xander was one of those men who didn't like going to the doctor. But it was important.

A little later. While Pauline was preparing dinner, the children came home. “Oh man, it smells so good, I'm really hungry"/ ”I'll be ready in a minute. You didn't eat very much for breakfast this morning either"/ ‘yes, I didn't have much of an appetite.’ For Michael, things couldn't go fast enough again that morning. He really wanted to spend time with Peter.

“and what did you do?"/ ‘I went to the gym… with Peter’/ ”hnhn. You really spend every spare minute together, huh?"/ He became a little embarrassed. “If it's possible…then yes. “/ “It's normal when you're in love… I'm happy for you both anyway”/ “Yeah, only Xander still thinks it's weird”/ “hn, right, but he's getting used to it. So, we can eat, will you put the plates on the table?"/ ‘mhm’…

They sat down at the table together. “What's that? The portion is quite small…"/ ”a rich rice dish. Believe me, the portion may be small, but I'm sure it will fill you up"/ ‘hm, okay’… even if Michael was sceptical that the portion might not be enough for him, he later realized that Pauline was right. Sometimes it's the ingredients that make the meal.

Later, after dinner. After they had washed the dishes together, Bella wanted to feel Pauline's tummy again. It had grown quite a bit in the meantime. “Hello baby, did you like the food that much?"/ ”hnhn, I'm sure you did. Have I told you what it's going to be?"/ ‘No, not yet’.

“I'm going to have a girl. But don't tell anyone, okay? I want it to be a secret for a while longer"/ ‘A secret?’/ ‘Mhm’. Bella looked at Pauline's stomach and grinned a little. “O.K., I won't tell anyone, not even Darlene. And do you have a name for her yet?"/ ”hmm, not yet, I think I'll decide when she gets here. Now get ready for bed”.

After the children had gone to bed, the adults also retired, together… “And you… Do you really want us to sleep in the same bed again?"/ ‘Before this sofa ruins my back, yes… besides, it's cold’. She smiled a little sheepishly.

“That's right. When do you think the first snow will come?"/ ‘If it were up to me, it wouldn't have to come at all.’/ ”hnhn. Which side do you want to lie on?"/ ‘I don't care, as long as I don't freeze to death’. She smiled a little and then they went to bed together without any ulterior motives. They just wanted to feel each other's warmth. Even though their house had also been fitted with a stove, the warmth had not yet reached all the rooms.

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End of this Part

@greenplumbboblover 😊

[chicgeekgirl89]

2023 Writing Roundup

Thanks to @liminalmemories21 and @ladytessa74 for the tags!

I guess the next time I'm mad at myself for not writing more I'll just...tell myself to shut up lol. Holy heck this is a lot of fic.

January

Paper Rings- A 5+1 of Tarlos wedding planning. I adore this one.

Packing a Piece- Early days Tarlos, T.K. taking care of Carlos as his feelings grow stronger.

My Pain Fits in the Palm of Your Freezing Hand- What a labor of love, Carlos' POV during the Ice Storm arc.

February

I Get it From You- 5+1 of habits the boys have picked up from each other. So fun to write!

Will You Take What's Left of Me?- Me trying to figure out the mess of Carlos having a secret wife 🙄

Like I'm Gonna Lose You- T.K. saving Carlos' life after his abduction and the aftermath.

Glitter and Be Gay- This one is so freaking funny lol. Carlos hates glitter and he suffers because of it. T.K. is amused.

How to Say Goodbye- My last NCIS LA Densi fic. That fandom has meant the world to me and I'm sad the show is over.

March

Love is Sitting on the Bathroom Floor- T.K. has food poisoning, Carlos takes care of him, it's so sweet!

The Luck O' the Irish- I truly love how this one turned out, my little fic about Tarlos doing a class project with their child in the future and Carlos being a neurotic dad lol.

April

I Won't Say I'm in Love- Carlos falling in love with T.K., Adriana and Francesca being their best/worst selves. This one has some of the best dialogue, god they're fun.

Mothers and Sons- Andrea caring for T.K. as they wedding plan. Made myself cry with this one.

May

Shiner- Coda for 4x15, Carlos finding out about T.K.'s black eye and taking care of him.

A Helping Hand- Lololol a fic based on my real life experience with rain and smoke detectors.

June

Happy Campers- Boys camping trip with whumped Carlos is just what the summer ordered!

July

We Have Suffered Enough- 4x16 post-ep. God did they really need the Huntington's scare?!

Day Zero- T.K. struggles after being drugged by Sadie.

August

Saturday Night's All Right for Fighting- This might be the best fic of the year. Mama and Papa Reyes getting into trouble at a bar with T.K. and poor Carlos having to sort it all out is the stuff my dreams are made of.

September

Rugby King- My sweet, sweet Heartstopper boys. I was so nervous writing this fic and I'm so glad I did. Whumpy Nick and worried Charlie are such perfection and it was so fun to jump into this fandom!

October

Come Sail Away- My magnum opus for this year lol. The longest thing I've written to date and a love letter to the drama and antics of Below Deck. Also my first AU! (Technically...)

November

Tío T.K.- T.K. being a freaking badass and helping Carlos' nephew. Adriana and Francesca return. A joy from start to finish.

Phew! What a year! Thanks to everyone who has read my work this year!

Tagging @lemonlyman-dotcom, @bonheur-cafe, @carlos-in-glasses, and @thisbuildinghasfeelings!

[crackshct]

39. What sort of questions or thoughts recur in their lives, either specifically or as a theme? Why are these never answered, or answered permanently to their satisfaction?

Character Development Questions | not accepting

I think there are two major questions that underlie Boothill's character. I'll start with the more global, abstract one that his design as a character embodies, and that's the question of humanity. What sets a human apart from a machine? What draws the line between the dead and the living? These aren't questions that we see Boothill explicitly ask himself (or others) in canon but they nevertheless seem to be thematic to most of his story involvement.

Boothill's body is, most obviously, almost entirely machine. He frequently talks about it in this sort of distant way, like you might talk about a personal tool and not your physical being. His brain and his heart seem to be the only two parts of him that are still organic, as his teeth and eyes have both been augmented, and likely the rest of his head/face as well. His brain isn't entirely untouched either and does have at least a memory chip of some kind. I point all of this out because in contrast, Boothill is probably among the most human in the cast. He's empathetic, compassionate, and down-to-earth, and he's not afraid to be emotional or sentimental.

Likewise, he refers to himself as a dead man once or twice, and that his motivation for getting his cyborg body is because vengeance is the only thing he has left so he might as well turn himself into a weapon. This serves as the crux of his hypnosis in the 2.6 Penacony chapter, when the Slumbernana Assistant tries to erode his spirit by walking him through giving up all the things that drive him, including his anger and revenge. There's a brief moment when we're made to think that the hypnosis worked, and that Boothill had been reduced to a husk once he gave up his quest for vengeance, but in the end, we see that there's this innocent, childish core that he still harbors underneath it all. Instead of letting external factors, like the absolute destruction of his home, the colonization of his planet, and the herding of his people into reservations, turn him into a broody living dead man on a single-minded quest for revenge, he has managed to stay tethered to his younger self. So Boothill the cyborg, who calls himself the walking dead, is not so different from the young boy called Loaded Gun.

Since Boothill does call himself a dead man, he probably still questions his humanity. It doesn't seem to come up often, but he does occasionally lament his missing functions, like the fact that he can't cry anymore. While we, as the players, get to see his overarching narrative and how the writers have developed his character into this paradox of humanity, Boothill doesn't get this top-down view of his life. How human he still is will likely remain a question he keeps asking himself for the rest of his existence, sort of like a periodic check-in.

The second recurring question is one of justice. It's come up twice in canon. The first was during the hypnosis scene in 2.6, where it wasn't really the question itself so much as Boothill's answer to it.

Boothill: Phew... Wanna know somethin’? I was worried I had it all wrong just now! But now, there ain't no problem, 'cause only an evildoer asks "why" before he dies. I ain't deaf, alright? While you were yappin' so loud, did it ever cross your mind I could tell good from evil? Controlled Assistanana 71: ... Boothill: It's as Nick said: Revenge needs no excuses, just like how there's one thing in the world that doesn't need to be taught… Takin’ a shot at bad guys. Controlled Assistanana 71: How did things take such a turn...? You're just a child… Even for someone born with a bad nature, the first time doing something like this should weigh heavily on their conscience... Boothill: Is that so? Well, I reckon you got that wrong. Be it a wanted criminal with the blood of many on their hands or a young cowboy who's never fired a gun, both share a common instinct in every sense of the word... ...And that's to put a bullet in anything evil, muddle-fudger!

And the second comes from his visitor conversations on the Astral Express, where he asks the Trailblazer what justice is:

Boothill: My mind's a complete jumble… Does punishing evildoers not count as justice? Does fighting violence with violence count as justice? Trailblazer: Of course it counts! Evildoers must be punished! Boothill: What counts as "punishment"? What if I break their legs… Or just put them lil' fudgeheads in the ground directly, you know! To be honest, I don't care for this kind of mind-numbing philosophy. But the other day, I got lectured by a little kid about this! Apparently you have to consider your methods when upholding justice. Bullets can't hit vital parts, you can't steal criminals' property… and you have to give them a chance to repent! Trailblazer: The world of a child is so pure. Boothill: Hah! I agree, everyone should have a bottom line. But when it comes to evil, the best way to end it is a single fatal blow. I'll leave these restrictive "moral principles" for the pure-hearted folk!

In the hypnosis scene, it's young Boothill talking about his philosophy of justice, where he's already come to an answer: that justice is in the eye of the beholder, so to speak. There isn't a universal justice, only what one perceives as good and evil relative to themselves. And yet in his visitor lines, when he's several decades older, he's still questioning if he's delivering the "right" kind of justice. He comes to the same answer again - that he'll deliver justice his way - but this is evidence enough that encountering other people's definitions of justice still makes him question his own. Tying into his humanness as discussed above, one of Boothill's characteristics is that he's refreshingly naive, and he takes readily to other people's guidance. If someone tells him he's going about justice the wrong way, he'll listen to them and reconsider it. And given how ambiguous justice and morality is, he'll probably constantly encounter people and situations that make him question his own definition of it even if his answer ultimately never changes. It's just another periodic check-in.

[gofancyninjaworld]

The List of Predictions for OPM Webcomic Chapter 146

Thank you to everyone who has made a bet. I was hoping that in a great irony, ONE would have put up a continuation, but so far, so bad.

Here's the list! Keep your numbers safe, and we'll see what shakes out!

Number

Prediction

1 Dr Bofoi is already dead. Bonus: Genos gets framed for his death.

2 Who's ex-hero hunter ex-jobhunter Garou hunting now?

3Dr Kuseno is not dead (light edition): Saitama did take him to get medical care after all.

4 Dr Kuseno is not dead (dark edition): Destro and Erimin have done a touch of 'recovery' work

5 Overgrown Pochi remembers that he was a guard dog, hulks out and incinerates the invading robots. All 4 million of them.

6 Tatsumaki returns triumphant and not a moment too soon. Man, what would you guys do without her?

7 Blast finally deigns to show up in this version. Bonus: he meets Blue.

8 Metal Bat gets out of jail.

9 McCoy finally finds some ethics.

10 Turns out that Saitama did follow Genos after all.

11 Saitama goes home and arrives just in the nick of time. Bonus: Somehow King still gets the credit for destroying the robots invading the HA.

12 JOKER: ONE declares that he's ending the webcomic.

13 Webigaza is toast. :(

14 Watchdogman is finally no longer mysterious.

15 Tank Top Master puts on an extra tank top and wades back into battle.

16 Accel gets a reality check.

17 Dr Bofoi has some explaining to do.

18 Zenko is real!

19 Saitama saves the day. Somehow.

20 Lightning Max (and other wounded pro-heroes) find the tender mercies of the Neo Heroes to be far from tender.

21 King shows off his muscles!

22 What's Drive Knight up to?

23 Pig God and robots. Are they tasty?

24 Black Sperm discovers his inner Dimple.

25 Garou and Metal Bat meet for the first time. Bonus: they hit it off!

26 Genos finally has a showdown with his nemesis.

27 Zombieman comes back in style, showing us his hard-earned abilities.

28 Webigaza is saved! Phew! :)

29 Never mind the robot apocalypse, what about Flashy Flash versus the Abandoned Masses? Fight!

30 Saitama gets a new hero name at last!  Bonus: it's also naff.

31 My kingdom for a sword! Atomic and his disciples are back, all blazing fury and blades.

32 Darkshine finds his courage to fight.

33 Suiryu saves Suiko.

34 Mr. Fuzzy is pleased: this is all going according to plan.

35 Just because the suits aren't sold to you doesn't mean they're free: the Neo Heroes find out what their organisation really wants from them.

36 Mental health break: Saitama's cactus did survive after all!

37 JOKER: The OPM webcomic is set to be collected and commercially published as a spin off.

38 Saitama and Blue come to an agreement.

39 ONE is extra evil: time skip to the aftermath. How long can this man keep teasing us?

40 The Organization formally makes its demands.

41 The most reluctant hero in the world, Speed o' Sound Sonic, does something about the apocalypse.  Bonus: he rids the world of A.

42 Mr. Fuzzy never saw this turn of events coming.

43 For once, Flashy Flash gets to play the main character to his heart's content. He isn't, but let him have it. :)

44 We catch up with Child Emperor and find what he's realized.

45 Raiden gets humbled anew.

46 God cube, God cube, getcha God cubes right here! No bets on who has one or how they're using it.

47 Bang stops clipping his nails long enough to do something about the pesky robots. The HA really owes him one now.

48 Genos discovers the secret of strength. This one really should have been a joker, but I could only have two.

49 Puri Puri's infinite receptacle of love versus a thousand robots. Who wins?

50 Genos gives Dr. Kuseno the decent burial he deserves.

51 One small bright spot: all is well in City Q.

52 Amai Mask comes out of hiding to help.

53 The easiest bet: there is a giant fight between Genos and Metal Knight's robots.

54 We finally find out who the Rampaging Cyborg is.

[iceeericeee]

Driving Myself Home

Pairing: Drew and Nick (kinda blind date au, except neither of them are attracted to each other romantically)

Notes: This story is with my OCs and is just to explain how they know each other. I was listening to this song and I thought ‘oh this is DEFINITELY how they became friends’. Also this is all written in 1st pov (Drew). I cut out some of the repeating lyrics too. OKAY ON TO THE STORY

(story under the cut BTW)

My friend set me up on a date today And I forced myself to go But the best part of the date today Was driving myself home I rolled down all the windows And I played a song I know Oh the best part of the date today Was driving myself home

“I can’t BELIEVE Adrielle set me up on another date with another guy. When will she get the idea that I’m fine by myself?” I grumble to myself, drumming my fingers on the steering wheel. “Let’s just get this over with. At least I might get some free food out of it. Hopefully he’s not too much of a dick and at least pays for dinner.”

It's not as if he didn't try His shoes were clean he wore a tie And paid for my martini with a smile And the conversation never stopped I didn't even check my watch And a view over LA is always nice

I pulled to the place my friend had set up our date at. It turned out to be a small, but fancy, rooftop restaurant. ‘Not bad, Adrielle.’ As I entered, the waiter noticed me and asked “Do you have a reservation?” “Oh, yes! It should be under the name Nick?” She scanned the list for a bit before saying “Of course! Right this way.” I followed her up the stairs and onto the roof, where there were about a dozen other couples sitting at tables, dining by candlelight. ‘Oh, so this place is fancy fancy.’ “Here you are, ma’am.” I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at the table we had stopped at and saw Nick. Or at least, I hoped it was Nick and not some random person. He stood up from his seat and said “You must be Drew! I’m Nick, it’s nice to finally meet you.” ‘Okay, not some random person then, phew.’ “Yup! That would be me, eheh.” I awkwardly laughed. I sat down, and Nick followed suit. “What can I get you two to drink?” The waiter asked, whipping out a notepad. “I’ll have a Martini, please, and whatever the lady would like.” ‘Wow, a Martini? That’s new.’ I thought to myself. “I’ll also have a Martini, thank you.” “Okay, I’ll be back with that shortly.” As the waiter walked off, Nick tried to start a conversation. “So, uhm, what do you like to do in your free time?” ‘Shoot, what do I do in my free time?’ “Oh, well, I- uhh- I… like to play the drums?” I mentally facepalm myself the second I say that. ‘Really? Drums? Of all the hobbies you have, and you choose to say drums? What an idiot.’ However, he unexpectedly lights up. “Really? No way, that’s awesome! I play the banjo, and sometimes the keyboard.” ‘Nevermind, I take back what I said earlier. I’m actually a genius.’ “Oh my gosh, seriously? That’s so cool!” “I know right? I’m actually- well, I’m- okay, promise you won’t laugh or anything?” Confused, I nod, indicating him to go on. “Well, I’m thinking of starting a band, but so far it’s just me and Charlie, and she only plays the guitar.”

It's not as if I didn't try I wore my favourite dress and I Showed up on time unusually for me But he shops in IKEA and I think that his idea Of my life is just a girl with silly dreams

“Well,” I start, “if you ever need someone to keep the beat in your band, I’ll be there.” He gives me a small smile. “Yeah, I’ll be sure to remember that.” The time passed, and soon enough, we had had dinner and he had paid the check. He walked me to my truck, and said, “This was fun, I had a really great time, Drew.” “So did I. I’m glad we got to meet each other.” There was an awkward silence, then I said, “Well, thank you for a lovely evening, but I should get going, I guess.”

And maybe if I step inside his eyes I'll see myself and I will be surprised Like who the hell is she to drive away When she could have stayed the night instead In my king size bed

“Oh! Right.” He shifted from one foot to the other. “Umm, maybe we could, I don’t know, meet up again sometime? Just, not somewhere this fancy, if that’s alright with you?” I breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank god, it wasn’t just me! Yeah, we can definitely meet up again.” “Okay, great! Well, see you then, I guess.” “Bye Nick! Stay safe!” As he waved goodbye, I headed to my old pickup and get in. It was only when I started it up did I realize all of the weird things I did during the date. Not to mention the end, god that was so awkward.

Well, my friend set me up on a date today And I forced myself to go But the best part of the date today Was driving myself home I rolled down all the windows And I played a song I know Oh the best part of the date today Was driving myself home

‘Well, no point in overthinking about the date. It was fun, but I don’t really see him as boyfriend material. More like, friend material?’ I put a CD into the slot in the stereo, rolled down the windows, and started the drive back home. It wasn’t until I had almost gone to bed that Adrielle asked me how the date went and I had told her it went alright. She was about to ask what I meant by ‘alright’ when my phone buzzed with a text. I checked it, and it was from Nick. ‘Hey! Just wanted to let you know that even though I had fun tonight, I can’t really see us working as a couple. I’m sorry if that’s not what you wanted to hear.’ Smiling from ear to ear, I quickly answer back. ‘NO NO NO, you’re okay! I was actually feeling the same way, lol.’ Putting down my phone again, I look at Adrielle, and she has a stupid grin on her face. “So? What was your favorite part?” she asked.

Oh the best part of the date today Was driving myself home

[thedestructionoftheheatray6471]

Chapter 1 - Advisory - Beginning Of Arc

February 15, 2028

Wright Anything Agency

Man, what a day. I'm so beat. After everything that's happened lately, I think I earned this break today. It's been one wild case after another lately.

But now that I think about it, maybe I should introduce myself to start us off. I'm Phoenix Wright, A defense attorney. My job is to defend the innocent and expose the truth. I've been dealing with a lot of crazy people I've encountered in the same courtroom lately. And things haven't been easy. However, I'm not alone here; My assistant and good friend is Maya Fey. She's a spirit medium from Kurain Village. And she has the ability to channel the dead.

But let me say this. It comes in handy much more often than you think. She always gets wrapped up in murder cases herself, but I've always managed to prove her innocence.

She may be a goofball at times, but she's also very cheerful, and she always has courage. And she has her cousin, Pearl Fey. She's a sweet kid, and she is kind, respectful and gifted. When we first met her back at Kurain Village, she was, well, let's say she didn't talk much. She would always run off when there were strangers. I can't say I blame her, knowing that her mom, Morgan Fey, was, let's say she was strict. Pearls had opened up over time though. She always looked up to Maya so much. And after everything we've been through, It feels good to earn the break. But... knowing my luck and how often I come across situations, murder cases and troubles...

It probably won't last for long.

???: Hey, Nick!

I got burgers! One for you, one for Pearl, and...well the rest are mine!

Thanks, but I have two questions. 1. How many stomachs do you have? And 2. Who's money did you use to buy all this?

I always have room for burgers!

And...um, I might've borrowed your card when you were asleep...

But thanks anyways, Nick!1 You're always reliable when it comes to ordering food!

Ugh... why does this keep happening to me...?

Please don't be upset, Mr. Nick! We wanted to celebrate you winning the "Best Defense in Court" award yesterday!

That was because all of you; Gumshoe, Franziska, Larry, everyone, suddenly showed up with the evidence that I needed.

Nope! You and Apollo have worked your butts off proving people's innocence! You cleared Larry's name and defeated Frank Sahwit when he framed him for murder, helped Will Powers when he was framed during The Steel Samurai show, and you've saved me more times that I can count! And don't forget: you also took down Manfred von Karma and saved Edgeworth!

Well, I mean... yeah, I guess that's true but-

No buts! You and Apollo are some of the best defense attorneys out there in court!

What Mystic Maya said! You really are special someone!

Haha... Thanks, you two... I'm glad to have met you both.

Same here, Nick! Your "OBJECTION!"s are super inspiring, and you are serious most of the time when it comes to case, but you have a pretty funny side sometimes!

H-hey!

[All three laugh together, as they all party.]

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[After the party, Phoenix hoped onto the couch. He has already said goodnight to Maya and Pearl.

Phew...! What a day, I'm feeling a little stuffed.

I still can't believe that she used my money to buy burgers... When will my bill finally take a break...?!

Still, the party was amazing. It feels so good to be awarded as the best Defense Attorney in court. Now, I should get some shuteye....

[Just as he fell asleep, suddenly, a vision began to overtake him!]

It was then...

That I hasn't realised...

That everything I knew...

Wasn't going to be the same.

[sethxva]

So me and my friends have this inside joke where we ship the fruits Banana and Orange for shit's and giggles. Maybe I've wrote some fanfiction for said inside joke and wanted see what tumbler thinks.....

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-°Summary°- :▪︎.°Today Orange is going to a school like usual, but he's running late! He hurries to school and hears about a new transfer student...▪︎.°

|"Oh my fruits! I'm gonna be late! I overslept again! Crap! I also have a student council meeting!" Orange thought as he hurried out if bed and messily put on his uniform. Orange greets his mom and hurries to class. "Phew..in the nick of time! I thought I was gonna be late for a second!" Orange says out of breath. As he sets his things on this desk the teacher walks in. "Okay students,today were welcoming a new transfer student, Banana." The teacher said nonchalantly.

"No way! It cant be! Banana! Its probably someone else named Banana.." Orange thought. "Hello,My name is Banana as you've heard. I hope to get along with all of you." Banana says. "You may chose where you sit" The teaches said. As Banana scans the room he notices Orange,his childhood friend. They would always play at school back in the day. They would even sometimes play eachothers houses. But Banana had to move away because..of family issues. His parents had died in a car crash and nobody else wanted to take him in so they sent him to a foster care. Banana remembers promising to play at Oranges house that day. He remembers Orange seeing him go with a stranger in a car. Orange tried to talk to him but Banana just looked at him with an empty face. Orange thought he was just going somewhere like the doctors and that's why his face was like that but Banana never returned. Orange saw the "For Sale" sign on Banana's house.

|As Banana looked at Orange with widened eyes and Orange did back, he slowly walked to an empty desk next to Orange and sat. "Orange!... You probably hate me because I left. Im so sorry." Banana thought. As class went on Orange wouldn't stop looking at Banana with a huge smile on him face. Orange already knew everything the teacher was teaching so he didn't care about what the teacher was saying. Banana on the otherhand was trying not to look at Orange. He also knew what the teacher was teaching but also thought Orange hated him. But Banana still wanted to be friends. As class ended Orange was still in a daze looking at Banana. Banana slowly looked at him and said,"Meet me after school on the rooftop, please" and left. Orange remembered his school council meeting and left. Orange was the school president so he had to attend. As the meeting went on it was just a bunch of bs so he really couldn't pay attention to it. His mind when back to Banana.

|After the meeting and school in general he immediately when to go see Banana. "Orange...you might he wondering why I'm hear and why I left in general. My parents..died in a car accident and nobody wanted to take me in. I was sent to foster care and grew up with nobody to depend on. I was so close to killing myself but then I remembered you,my childhood friend. You were the reason I wanted to contimue living. I needed to look for you so we could catch up and go back to to a way we were. You might hate me for what happened but I still wanna be your bestfriend." Banana said sadly. "Banana how could I hate you!? It wasnt you fault! My parents told be about your situation and I tried to find YOU! After all this time of my friend not being here with me and now i find him? Im so so happy..Banana.." Orange said with tears flooding his eyes. "Orange..I.." Banana says as he hugs Orange tightly. "Orange this time...I promise to never leave your side again. I'll always he here for you...always!" Banana said with a smile on his face as he sobed with Orange. "Banana the day you left you promised to come over to my house and play. You wanna come over?" Orange said wiping away his tears with a smile on his face too. "I would love too,Orange.." Banana said holding him tightly in his arms.

|As Orange and Banana walk home together they talk about all of the events after there separation. They laughed and joked and had a great time! When they arrived to Oranges house Orange explained to him Mom what had happened then headed to Oranges room. "Damn your room has changed alot! I remember when you had a Beyblade phase." Said Banana surprised. "Well Im a big boy now! And besides you had one too!" Said Orange sarcastically. Banana chuckles and puts him things down. "Well you are right~" Banana says happily. "Anyways,do you need any help with the homework?" Orange says as he opens his notebooks and sits down on his bed. "Nah Im fine. Your not the only smartass here~" Orange playfully scoffs and writes down answer after answer. Banana starts his homework too with some chit-chat here and there. "Since were done with our homework..what do you wanna do?" Banana said. "Hmm..how about...The Shining?" Orange said sarcastically. "Okay" Banana said nonchalantly. "Wait!? Really!? You know i dont like horror movies!" Orange said worried. "Then you should've never suggested it!~" Banana said teasingly. As they get to the scary part of the movie Orange screams and clings to Banana. He holds Banana tightly and buries his face in Banana's chest. As he does Banana blushes and goes red. "Aaa! Orange..." Banana said while blushing and looking away. Throughout their childhood,Banana always had feelings for Orange. Whenever Orange would cling and use him for protection it made his heart skip a beat. He loved Orange so so much and it was the main reason he went looking for him. Banana thought Orange never liked him and only liked him as a friend but Orange felt the same way. Orange clinged to Banana because he always thought of Banana as his knight in shining armor. He always loved Banana and HE thought Banana never liked him back. Because of that they both never really confessed to eachother. Just a game of "suck up your feelings".

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[hoagmaster]

July 27, 2023

Things got bumpy again today as my mother gave me a frantic, incensed phone call stating another vehicle was having issues. I was thinking I'd have to spend my evening driving on backroads but thankfully some divine intervention helped smooth things out. Two car things in just as many days, so maybe I should dread tomorrow...

Speaking of dread, I did quite a bit of talking to people in Persona 5 Royal and, phew, it's a lot. And I feel like the game's trying to end for a third time but then something else is going to happen afterward. Given how comically exasperated I felt after the latest round of that stuff maybe I should take a breather.

The editing for the paper side hustle went pretty well this week. We actually had two things to edit so that was literally twice as much work on the side. But hey, that does mean more snack money down the road, so that's something!

Hey, they're making another Nick Smash game! I thought the first one was fun in spurts but never played a ton of it so maybe I can fix that here. Wonder who everyone will freak out at and say they're a waste of a slot. Those were fun talks!

If nothing else, I had some real nice chicken alfredo for lunch from a local cooking group I like to buy from.

[rahleeyah]

Ok I'm gonna have a little ramble here as I try to vote in a way I can justify beyond just "I'm a vindictive little meanie" bc I am but I wanna cite my sources you know?

So burning. Appalling cold open, emblematic of the shift late in warrens tenure to increasingly graphic cold opens which was a stark departure from the ethos of the show in the beginning, where they made a conscious decision not to show a child's dead body bc it was gratuitous and they trusted the audience to grieve without needing the graphic horror show. Warrens disdain for his audience palpable here. Noah's being bullied so they decided to present that with a shocking and weirdly sexual visual...why, exactly? Which brings us to the next point, which is characterization. How does Olivia Benson hear "boys will be boys" and not unhinge her jaw like a snake and swallow that woman whole, regardless of whether she saw what happened or not? Bc at this stage they had basically stopped writing her, is why, she was little more than a prop, her only job to stand around looking sad in a big puffy coat. Then we have the actual structure of the episode, another hallmark of the end of warrens run - cramming in way too much, to the point that no beat lands, that it's necessary to actually have the characters stand around at the end and explain what happened. Like. If you literally have to spell out the sequence of events I don't think you did a good job portraying them. And we get the shows continual sketchy treatment of male victims. The reveal of Noah's bisexuality was not bad bc he's a kid or whatever but it is bad bc the lines are so stilted and weird. Love the amazing bisexual Bensons hate the cringe awkwardness of that scene. 1/10.

But then confess your sins. I don't remember anything about the case if indeed there was one, which is the point; the episode wasn't about the case. Burton returns and this time he has a rape charge against him, not a charge of coercion and general sleaze but an actual credible charge of rape. And we're supposed to feel sorry for him bc he was drunk? We're supposed to believe him when he tells Olivia he was in love with her at sixteen? Olivia doesn't push back? Olivia goes and speaks to his victim alone which is like - where is IAB that can't be allowed. What was her intent? Defending Burton to the woman he hurt? We have Burton promising Olivia he won't talk about her at the meeting and the second she walks in he starts talking about her?!! And she's not angry, she doesn't immediately walk out, she sits there listening with wet eyes? Where is her care for herself, in all of this? Burton's first spi ended with Olivia alone, having chosen to walk away from him, having thrown the tape away, having called Nick, having acknowledged that this piece of her history is not the sweet thing she used to look at through rose tinted glasses but was actually harmful and having risen above it. Then we reverse to her still buying into the narrative of love, despite knowing that Burton has manipulated countless other girls and young women in the exact same way? And perhaps one of the most galling things about this episode wasn't contained in the script but was instead warrens public comments about it; he was proud of it, wanted to make a statement about the nature of forgiveness like. He thought he did a good thing by erasing Olivia's agency and making a rapist out to be a good guy who just got a bad rap or whatever. Are we supposed to see Burton taking accountability when he speaks about Olivia at the meeting after promising not to? Just. Phew this episode hates women and it really, really hates Olivia.

So they're both victims of terrible writing and an alarming mindset behind the scenes and they're both shitty to their characters, and the first one is a little racist and the second one is deeply misogynist. I think I'd be on board with either being crowned worst ever; they're each so profoundly bad. The thing about confess, though, is that it shits all over everything. Shits on the characters, on victims, on every flimsy concept of what this show is supposed to be about, and contorts itself into a pretzel trying to justify/excuse the behavior of a narcissistic, predatory man, nevermind who gets hurt in the process. Yeah, for me, it's confess your sins. I think it was always gonna be.

championship (round 12)

episode descriptions under the cut

burning with rage forever -> a boy disappears after meeting up with an online gamer. benson suspects her son is being bullied (imdb). after defeating brooke shields, noah comes out as a Bisexual King. the case also reinforces some unfortunate ideas about the cycle of abuse. and ummm yeah noah is in a dog cage at the beginning :/

confess your sins to be free -> when the only evidence of a crime is a church confession, carisi must find another way to prove his suspect guilty. benson agrees to meet with an old friend seeking to make amends for past transgressions (imdb). also known as, The One Where Olivia Decides The Rapist is The Victim. too many issues to note.  b-storyline about a priest doing weird rapist vigilante stuff and carisi having thoughts on catholicism. fuck u warren leight!

[yuikomorii]

Happy Birthday to the BEST BOY!!🥳🏀❤️

// You have the ability to accomplish everything you set your mind to, and we all know you’re the apple of Yui’s eye. Thank you for never giving up on others and for making Yui the happiest girl alive while letting her feel like a normal teenager! (*＾ワ＾*)

Love you, Ayato! 🫶🏻

Since you guys asked for a new scenario, I decided to deliver it uwu. I’m still not very confident in my writing skills and I’m aware some parts sound really cheesy but I truly hope you will enjoy it! 💖

~Ayato’s Birthday short story~

Yui: Phew… it’s finally done!

( It took me three fails to make his cake but thankfully I finished it on time! )

Uuh… It was supposed to look better though but maybe the good result lays in the taste?

— Yui tries it —

Just like I thought, the taste didn’t deceive me! I tried my best not to make it too sweet, therefore I truly hope Ayato-kun will like it.

Speaking of Ayato-kun, I wonder if he woke up. It might sound a bit childish but I really want to be the first to congratulate him~!

— Place shifts to Ayato’s room —

Yui: Eh? The door is open…? Could it be that he’s awak—…! He left?

???: Nfu, what’s with the long face? Did you and Ayato-kun have a fight~?

Yui: L-Laito-kun! Gosh, don’t just whisper in my ear like that!

Laito: Why not~? Is it because it arouses you? As expected from you, Bitch-chan, you really grow into that nick—

Yui: E-Enough…!

Look, Laito-kun… do you happen to know where exactly Ayato-kun went?

Laito: And what if I do?

Yui: Well… in that case, where is he?

Laito: Bold of you to assume I’d tell you. You’re always so naive~

Yui: Eh? That’s…—

( Of course this guy wouldn’t help me! I can’t believe I really thought asking him would be a good idea… )

Laito: Nfu, I know that face, Bitch-chan, you were judging me in your thoughts, weren’t you? How rude~

Yui: W-Wait, you got the wrong idea! I just—

Laito: And I was merely trying to do you a favor, but I suppose you don’t appreciate such things from any man, am I right?

Yui: I don’t really get what you mean…

Laito: Well…~ all I’m going to say is that if you tried using your head a little, then maybe you would be able to guess where Ayato-kun is.

Yui: Hmm…

( Now that I think about it, the weather is beautiful today, neither too hot nor too cold. As far as I recall, this is Ayato-kun’s ideal type of weather for playing basketball. In that case… could he really be outdoors? )

Ah, I might actually know the place!

Laito: See? Making use of those brain cells once in a blue moon wasn't all that difficult, was it? Now hurry up or else you won’t be the first one to wish your precious boyfriend a “happy birthday” ~

Yui: …!

( Did he eavesdrop on me today!? )

( G-Geez… It’s a bit embarrassing knowing that he listened to such things. Despite this, he truly managed to be helpful in some way. )

Y-Yeah, I’ll leave right now. By the way… thank you, Laito-kun.

— Yui walks away —

Laito: ( Nfu, I wonder if she really guessed that place right. Too bad that desperate face didn’t last any longer, otherwise I might have truly taken advantage of it.~ )

— Place shifts outside the mansion —

Yui: Hoh— that’s a bit heavy!

( I tried to fit everything for his birthday in this basket but it weighs more than I expected! )

( Uuh… I really hope Ayato-kun is around here. )

???: Tsk, damn it!

Yui: That voice—! Ayato-kun!

Ayato: Huh? Yui?

— Yui jumps into his arms —

Yui: Happy Birthday, Ayato-kun…!

Ayato: Hah? Ah… Yeah…

So you remembered it, huh?

Yui: Obviously, there’s no way I would forget such an important day!

Ayato: It wouldn't have made a difference anyway. Birthdays have never been a reason to celebrate for vampires; they are just like any other day. Basically, we couldn’t care less.

Yui: Well… that might be so, however I do care about it. It’s true that humans and vampires have distinct points of view and mindsets, but this still won’t stop me from considering this day special. After all, that’s when Ayato-kun was born and I’m grateful for that, as a result I want to celebrate your birth.

Ayato: …

Yui: ( He suddenly went silent… Ah, did I really exaggerate with that confession? )

Ayato: Yui…

Yui: …!

( He’s smiling so brightly! )

( I would have never thought those words to make Ayato-kun so happy but seeing him like that… my heart can’t help but fill up with so much joy too…! )

Ayato: Geez, I’m supposed to be indifferent about my birthday but look at me grinning like a fool due to a Chichinashi such as yourself. Now you better take responsibility or else—

Yui: ( He says it in such a threatening way but that blushy face proves exactly the opposite, fufu. )

Ayato: Oi, what’s up with that basket?

Yui: ( Oh, right! )

I got something for you!

Ayato: Heh, only for me?

Yui: Yup!

( Although, I truly hope nothing got crushed. )

— Yui opens the basket and serves cake —

Yui: I know it doesn’t look perfect but I’m confident the taste is on your liking. I remembered that you aren’t too fond of very sweet food, therefore I tried avoiding adding marzipan and focus more on the fruits instead. Do you… like it?

Ayato: Haa… there’s no need for those useless explanations. You made that whole cake for me, so yeah, isn’t it obvious that I’d like it?

Yui: Ayato-kun…

— Ayato tastes it —

Ayato: Mm… as expected, it’s good! To be honest, Takoyaki would have been a far superior choice, but I can't deny that the cake Chichinashi made is also quite tasty.

Yui: Fufu, I knew exactly that you were going to say that, so I prepared this for you!

— Yui serves him Takoyaki —

Ayato: Hah!? Are you a magician or somethin’?

Yui: N-not at all! I just know Ayato-kun loves Takoyaki so much that he would eat them everyday, hence they couldn’t miss out on his birthday, right?

Ayato: You…

— Ayato pins her down —

Yui: Eh—?

Ayato: Bet you weren’t prepared for this, were you?

Yui: ( Is he going to suck my blood? )

— Ayato kisses her —

Yui: Nn…!

Ayato: Now I am the one catching you off guard. How does that feel, eh?

Yui: Good…

Ayato: Oh? What happened to “Ayato-kun, that’s so embarrassing!” ?

Yui: I-I mean… it is a bit yet I can’t deny that Ayato-kun’s gentle kisses are the best.

Ayato: Tsk… Why not so cute and honest all the time? Is it ‘cause of my birthday or what now?

Yui: I just felt like it…

( He’s just getting cuter and cuter! )

By the way… there’s one more thing I have to give you.

— Yui starts searching —

Ayato: A photo frame?

Yui: That’s so. I asked the school photographer to take this photo exactly when you scored and brought victory to your team. The happiness you felt in that moment… that’s something I always wish for you to experience.

— Ayato slightly blushes —

Yui: I also tried to decorate the frame myself based on what you like the most b-but if it’s too childish, then I will try to——

( He’s hugging me! )

Ayato: “What you like the most” she said, but how come I don’t see her there too then?

Yui: T-That’s—!

( Was that an indirect confession!? )

Ayato: Pfft… haha, that’s exactly the reaction I expected!

Love you, idiot. You really are the best~!

— Ayato stands up and starts walking away —

Yui: W-Wah—! Hey, d-don’t make fun of me like that!

Ayato: Can’t hear you~! If you wanna tell me something, catch me then!

Yui: You meanie!

— Yui stands up and starts running after him—

Yui: ( I can’t help but feel like a child once again when playing with him like that. It’s such a nostalgic feeling that somehow feels so distant... )

( As we run around the mansion, Ayato-kun is showing me his genuine smile… that’s the face that makes me fall more and more for him each and every day. )

( I love you Ayato-kun, thank you for being born. )

[tia-amorosa]

Sunset Died - Sword/Hatch

The Wedding(-Crasher) (Part 2)

The cake was indeed something special on this day. It was not very sweet, but had a pleasant taste of berries. Emma had boiled them down a while ago and used them for today's occasion. “Really good. I think that's the best today.” Pauline looked over at her plate and grinned, “as quickly as you ate your piece, I think so too, hnhn”.

While Cyclone and Blair's wedding reception is in full swing, someone elsewhere is frantically making their way to get help. “Shit, why did it have to start now, I thought we still had time…”. Cries of pain could be heard far away.

The atmosphere at the party was quite relaxed. Someone had switched on their smartphone and played a playlist. It was a colorful mix, including some slow tracks. You had to take advantage of that. “I've been practicing a bit more"/ ”really? Well then show me if you've become a good dancer, hnhn”.

As Boyd's wife was still busy with the cake, he asked Emma for a short dance. He wanted to use the moment to thank her for taking such good care of his daughter during this difficult time. “Thank you, but it was a matter of course for me to look after her. She's like a sister to me"/ ‘hnhn, that makes me happy’.

Let loose and enjoy the rest of the day. That was actually the plan. Pauline said goodbye and went home, while Xander had to finish the dance with Morgana. It was a nice get-together - until the peace and quiet was interrupted.

A few moments later. Nick Alto stormed with quick steps towards the barn where the party was taking place. He knew there was an event here today, but he had to find a place where there were a lot of people. “My God, Mr. Alto, what…"/ ”Is Dr. Wolff here? I need to see her urgently!”

And at the same time, the commotion began when some of the guests saw him. “What are you doing here, huh? You don't show your face for ages and then…”, but Nick immediately defended himself. “I don't have time to explain right now, I need Dr. Wolff!"/ ‘I'm here…’. Morgana came running out of the background and saw that he was quite out of breath. “What happened?”.

Susan was surprised and annoyed at the same time. “That he's showing up here today, of all days, at our daughter's wedding"/ ‘Well, it seems to be something important… Look at him, he's a mess, what's going on there?’. Morgana supported Nick for a moment until he could catch his breath. “Now tell me, what happened?"/ ‘He should tell us why first…’/ ”Quiet, damn it!”...

After the confusion of everyone's chatter died down, Nick continued, panting slightly. “I know everything is getting out of hand here at the moment, but I need your help now, Dr. … Vita, she's gone into labor, too early actually, and she's in tremendous pain, please, help us!” / ‘What??’.

“Your wife… is pregnant?”. Everyone in the room was visibly surprised and also a little shocked. No one had noticed anything yet. How could they, she hadn't been out for months. “I… I know you must all have lots of questions and I'll answer them eventually, but please… Something's not right…”. Morgan's head was foggy for a moment, but then the doctor in her came out. “I'm coming…”.

Even the bride and groom had not expected such an event on this day. “Phew. That was a very surprising wedding crasher“/”indeed. Did any of you notice anything? That Vita is pregnant?"/ ‘No. I haven't seen her once since we got back here’/ ”I wonder why she's been keeping her pregnancy a secret all this time? She might be older, but that's no reason to hide."/ Blair shook his head. “Anyway, the party's over. Let's go home.”

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End of this Part

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