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[alexispunkkk]

baby fever

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- pairing: husband!andrew garfield x fem!reader

- summary: seeing andrew with your friend's child and on screen with a daughter gave you a massive case of baby fever.

- warnings: unprotected sex, pregnancy mentioned, smutty as hell, nipple play/sucking, established relationship, rough sex

- word count: 3.1k

- author’s note: second fic on here omg i'm so excited! thank u for all the likes and reblogs or wtv they are called, i'm still trying to figure out this app lol.

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You’ve seen all of your husband’s films, and they didn’t usually get to you too bad. It’s perfectly fine for him in your mind to have an on-screen relationship or even sex with another woman for a film because it's all scripted, but his latest was truly different. 

Andrew’s newest work – We Live in Time – obviously both broke and softened your heart and made you sob an uncontrollable amount. Despite the somber nature of the film, the rest of it was utterly heartwarming and just so domestic.

Not just the relationship and marriage aspect, but seeing him as a father. A girl dad, if anything. 

The sight of him and Florence playing with and carrying around their adorable on-screen daughter did things to both your head and your body. Ever since watching the film at it’s first screening, you couldn’t possibly get the thought out of your head:

Andrew giving you a child, helping you grow life; Andrew being the most wonderful father to the beautiful little boy or girl that you hypothetically birthed. 

The baby fever tugged at your mind for a bit, but died down in the months following the film’s release. You thought it was gone for good, but it crashed down on you ten times harder than originally at the simple sight of your husband playing with your friend’s little girl.

Your ovaries were practically screaming at you in seconds, your body begging you to let him put a child in you. Nothing sounded better to you right now than being all pregnant and swollen because you knew you’d be carrying his child. 

Getting home from your friends, after seeing him be so gentle and caring with your friend’s child, you couldn’t get the thought out of your head. The two of you showered and got cozy for bed, and of course Andrew noticed the lingering sense of distraction or thought on your face.

“You okay?” He checked, taking off his Omega watch and setting it on the nightstand while sat on the edge of your bed, giving you a borderline concerned look.

“Mm-hm.” You nodded simply, turned over away from him on your side. The scent of his fresh cedar shampoo and that amber cologne he sprayed on after the shower filled the air, helping you sense him just as he began to slide into bed and cuddle up behind you.

A pair of strong, familiar arms slid around your waist from behind, his scruffy chin coming to rest on your exposed shoulder with a quiet sigh. 

“I know you too well, baby. You can’t fool me tonight,” He whispered and peppered a few gentle kisses to the cold skin in an attempt to get you opened up, his slender fingers moving under your tank top and tracing the skin of your stomach ever so gently. “You’re all distracted since we got there earlier.”

He was too engrossed in the scent of your hair and cold, soft skin to see what exactly it is you’re distracted by now.

It isn’t until he notices your phone screen that he realizes what your mind is so preoccupied with. He was about to speak and ask again but the second his mouth opened, he heard the quiet giggling of an adorable baby coming from your phone.

The open-mouthed expression crossing his face instantly morphs into an amused grin when he puts it together and sees what’s going on. He buries his face deeper into your neck, chuckling softly and mumbling just under your ear. 

“Sweetheart.” He starts, trying not to laugh. This isn’t the first time this has happened – he’s dealt with your extreme swings of baby fever from time to time – just not anytime recently. “What’s that? You lookin’ at baby videos again or just happen to be shopping for onesies?”

His comment earned a quiet snicker from you, getting all giggly and shy when he points it out and finally notices. You scroll to the next video, acting like nothing’s up, as if your entire feed isn’t strictly baby after baby.

“Just scrolling. It’s nothing.” You cheese to yourself, reaching down to take his hand off your stomach. You lift it up to your mouth, pressing soft kisses to his knuckles for that usual bedtime comfort. 

Andrew does nothing but sit there and laugh, letting you take his fingers and do whatever it is you want with them. 

“Uh huh. Just scrolling, I’m sure. Just a coincidence, then?” He sneers into your hair, inhaling deeply to get as much of your beautiful scent as he can. Even if his nostrils seem to have built up a resistance against it from smelling it so often. 

The baby videos catch his eye as well, he just can’t help it. Anyone would get a little soft upon seeing a video of the most adorable baby girl giggling away in a onesie. Plus, it’s crossed his mind recently, and he doesn’t entirely hate the idea of thinking about a baby soon.

You simply nod and keep quiet, immersed in the little world in your head where the cute baby on the screen is yours, and you and Andrew are taking perfect care of it. 

“Come on, I can practically hear the cogs in your mind turning. Tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.” He lightly grazes his cold nose against your ear, a shiver shooting down your spine at the proximity of his voice into your ear.

In a moment of hesitation, your body flips over to face him, the two of you becoming a tangled mess of limbs in no time. His hands instinctively wrap around your waist, resting on the warm skin of your lower back to tug you closer while he murmurs sweetly against your forehead.

“Looks like your baby fever is back, sweetheart. Written all over your face.”

He’s right on point with that, but you’re not ready to admit it just yet. The idea of having a baby with him is so highly anticipated in your mind but the conversation leading up to that decision wasn’t as simple.

“...Yeah.” You reluctantly agree, voice a soft whisper against his neck while his chin comes to rest on top of your head. 

You’re almost overwhelmed by the upcoming conversation but the feeling of one hand stroking down the back of your hair and the other tugging on your thigh to hike your leg up over his body soothed those nerves. Nothing ever has to be that serious with Andrew, he’s always able to calm you down and make even the most serious of discussions so tender.

“Yeah? Is this just, like, a quick baby fever phase, or something you’ve actually been considering? You’ve gotta talk to me, y’know.” He tried to be as gentle as possible to coax the not-so-easy answers out of you and figure out what you’re thinking.

You sigh and give him a soft smile, feigning annoyance and rolling your eyes at the question. But the mock annoyance doesn’t last long, as your head buries right up into his neck to inhale his intoxicating scent and try to calm down.

“I don’t know. I’m ovulating, I can’t believe anything my mind is trying to tell me about a baby.” You chuckle quietly, your nose ghosting against his jaw ever so softly. “I kind of… maybe want one.”

He sighs back, scratching gently at the base of your neck with his long fingers. “If it’s any help, I think you’ll be a great mom. The world needs more of your genes, too.”

The soft words and the tiny kisses you feel beginning to press against your hair send you in a complete 180. The hesitance was gone at the slightest touch of his fingers – possibly because of that previously mentioned ovulation – but also from the overwhelming urge to let him just fill you up and get you so pregnant.

“Yeah? You’d be the greatest daddy. It was all I could think about earlier when I saw you with those kids today.” You admit in a rushed whisper, letting go of all the shame and worries you had regarding the idea of a baby. “Seeing you with a little girl made me want you to fill me up so badly.” 

Andrew thought there would be a bit more of a serious discussion before this, but you seem to be jumping right into the fun part. The way your quiet voice and fresh breath ghosts over his throat causes a quiet groan to choke up in his throat, freezing him in place so he has to take a moment to collect himself.

“Hm. Can’t say I hate anything related to burying myself inside of you. Especially if it means not using any prophylactics.” He responds in equal fervor, the tiniest concern still bugging him so he just has to ask. 

“You sure, though, sweetheart? This is a huge decision to be making, we haven’t even talked.” He asks, voice getting quieter and shakier while you’re already tugging at his t-shirt. “Baby…”

His shirt is off in seconds and you’re on top of him before he even has a chance to breathe, your lips making heated contact with the skin on his collarbone. Absolutely no time is wasted before your own tiny tank top is off at the hands of Andrew, exposing your soft skin. Your nipples harden under his touch and the brisk air of the bedroom, earning a groan from the man underneath you.

“We can figure it out tomorrow morning if we regret it, I don’t care.” You gasp and try to inch closer, lips landing wherever they can while his hands work earnestly over the skin on your pretty breasts. “Want a baby in me. Just.. at least need to feel you finish. I’m craving it so bad, Andy.”

The previous gentle whispers and grazes are replaced with gasps and firm grasps at each other’s skin and clothing, getting everything off without a second thought. It’s like something possessed the two of you, the baby fever turning you into captivated messes for each other.

“I can do that.” Andrew chortled, pulling the sweatpants from your hips to leave you in the pretty pair of black panties that he loved so much on you. 

The weight of the shared decision hung in the air. Not necessarily heavy, but more grounding, like a reminder of the extraordinary journey you chose to step into with him. 

Once his boxers were off and discarded without a care across the room, your lips met in a fervent, sloppy kiss. In only a moment your tongue was stuck deep into his mouth, not just kissing him but sucking on his tongue in the lewdest, most vulgar possible way.

The eager and sincere sucking got a groan out from deep in his throat, pulling you back into the reality of the moment. Your tongue left his, moving to trail down his neck carefully while your hand moved down to pull your panties off. You couldn’t even handle having them on for another moment.

Andrew sighed at the feeling of your wet cunt rested on his stomach, his hazy eyes opening to take a nice gaze down at your body while you straddled his waist. The simple sight of the wet patch forming on his lower belly from how you were already dripping made him need you now.

Normally, he’d think to ask if you were okay first, check on you a million times to make sure you felt good, and take his time to let you adjust. But tonight something primal overtook both of you, not wasting any time at all. 

“Please. Need your cock. Inside. Now.” You gasped against his neck when his thumb came in contact with your aching clit, bucking against his hand like the needy mess you were. 

“So needy for me. Can you say that again for me, baby?” He groaned, grabbing your hips with no effort to be careful, lifting you up and sitting you on top of his already throbbing cock. Precum dripped out from the tip but was gone soon enough at a simple swipe of your finger along the tip.

You sat on top of his cock, but the absence of it actually inside of you made you whine.

“Andrew. M’not joking, please.” You whined again in utter desperation for the feeling of his warm length to fill you so right and stretch you out, but his hands kept you in place for the moment. He kept quiet, biting his lip in focus while he took his cock and gently brushed it against your slick.

Feeble moans slipped from both of your mouths at the slight contact on just the tip against you, making you need more. More, more, more. Andrew did love to tease you, but he knew now wasn’t the time to mess around and rub against you like that. You’d pounce any moment now to get him to put it inside.

You knew it was finally time when his hands moved from the sides of your waist and down to give your hips a loving tap. You know what that means: to lift up. He only suspended you for a moment before absolutely slamming you back down onto him, your hips meeting and his cock being buried inside you without warning or giving you any time to adjust. 

“Andr-” You started to groan in slight pain from the initial contact, but the feeling was replaced in seconds with the overwhelming pleasure he took his time to give you. His hips pushed up to meet yours passionately and desperately, squeezing you so hard and pushing you down to get the perfect angle in the depths of your pussy.

“Shh, baby. Giving you what you asked for. Just-” His voice was huskier than normal during sex. He’s normally so gentle and slow with you, but the visceral need to fill you up with a baby right now couldn’t handle that slow of a speed. He just wanted to cum as quickly as possible. “Just sit there and look pretty for me, yeah? Let me make myself a daddy.”

You didn’t protest one bit, shutting up at his command and sitting back while he guided your body down onto his, pushing harder than he maybe ever has during sex. Initially, you thought the erotic words spilling from his mouth would be the hottest thing of the night. But his mouth made contact with your right breast, swaying that opinion with no room for argument.

“Oh, Andy.” You whimpered, body arching and writhing every way to try to feel his pulsing cock as deep as humanly possible inside your wet cunt. His mouth sucked at your tit, teeth gently grazing the nipple and feeling it harden under his attention.

“Can’t wait to see these full of milk.” He mewled, letting his mouth come off of the right breast with a loud pop, switching to the other side. 

You never really thought of it that way, but the idea of pregnancy with Andrew was unbelievably hot. Normally it didn’t sound like such a sexy thing – swollen feet, morning sickness – but he made everything better. The thoughts of morning sex while he held and caressed your big belly, taking perfect care of you and the upcoming baby, were overpowering and all you could manage to focus on in the same moment he was balls deep inside of you.

Andrew, again, wasn’t being a gentleman. He’s fucking you dumb at this point, getting as deep as possible and hitting your favorite spot with each rough stroke. Whimpers spilled from your throat uncontrollably while the only noises heard from Andrew were the muffled groans against the skin of your tits in his mouth.

Just like he was rooting for, he felt the familiar stirring and tensing up in his gut.

“Baby, baby. Mmph- m’gonna cum soon.” He groaned and gave up on your breasts because he could hardly focus, wrapping his arms entirely around your body so you could be chest to chest during the last moments. “You sure about this? I can finish in you, right?”

You didn’t even allow yourself to listen to or process his words, nodding mindlessly like you were entirely drunk on pure lust. But he didn’t complain, obviously – it made his job a lot easier.

“Love you. Gonna- oh. Gonna make you the prettiest mommy, give you the most beautiful baby.” Groans escaped from his throat uncontrollably, his heading falling limply back while his hands squeezed at your hands with no remorse. There’ll for sure be some bruising tomorrow. 

As much as you wanted to, to make the moment more special, you couldn’t get out a single word. He’s got you completely numb and dumb in his arms while you look pretty and take him deep.

“There. Right there.” He growled into your ear, the most genuine of moans you’ve ever heard from him accompanying the filthy words while his release filled you up entirely and coated the inside of your pussy.

He rode it out slowly but pulled out to not overstimulate you, only now realizing how carried away he got that he didn’t bother checking on you or anything. It took a few moments for both of you to even catch your breath enough to breathe but he went right back to classic Andrew once he could speak. 

“Oh, sweetheart. Are you okay? I didn’t go too rough, did I?” He began worrying far too quickly, knocking you out of that gorgeous aftershock of the sex and making you snort. The moment was ruined, to an extent, but in an arguably beautiful way. 

“No, baby.” You whisper and fall down limp against him, head finding the familiar spot in his now sweaty neck to catch a break after the intense sex that you certainly are in no way used to. It wasn’t his typical well mannered self, but there was absolutely no issue in that – it may have been the hottest sex you’ve ever shared. “Okay, maybe a little. But it was fantastic.”

Both of you managed to calm down after a bit, the realization of what you’ve done finally hitting you in the afterglow.

“Oh.” He whispered, holding you as close as possible so you feel your intense heartbeats against one another. “I might be a daddy. Oh.”

[obxsummer]

making the bed // ghost of you

pairing: jj maybank x routledge!reader

summary: charleston provided no leads, jj return from his parental adventure, john b plays therapist, and sarah's got something to tell you. everyone's got a whole lot of secrets and shit is about to hit the fan.

warnings: s4 spoilers, talks of depression and anxiety

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Charleston was a huge hole of dead ends. Cleo had attempted to kill the man who’d murdered Terrance, which lead to John B almost shooting him. Sarah and Pope almost drowned down in the catacombs, and you and Kiara were left to corral everyone back to the Twinkie when shit hit the fan.

You fell back into your usual numb routine, letting everyone shower and clean up upon arrival back to Poguelandia, while you went out to the shop to check on everything and see if JJ had resurfaced. To your relief, the HMS Pogue was pulling up as soon as you hit the dock and you took off running.

“JJ!” You yelled as you got closer, tugging the hood off your head just in time to collide with his chest and wrap your legs around his waist.

“Hi, oh shit-” He caught you with ease, grabbing the back of your head to hold you closer. You took a deep breath, breathing in his cologne that you’d replaced every time he’d run out and the faint scent of your shampoo that he swore he never used. 

“You okay?” JJ asked quietly, his fingers grabbing the nape of your neck to massage the pressure points of your skin before letting you back to the ground. He could practically feel the anxiety and tesnion radiating off of you, and he was likely no different.

“Where’d you go?” You avoided his question. “Did you find your dad?”

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “He’s been hiding out with Barracuda Mike. He um… he told me he wasn’t my real dad.”

You swore you could hear your heart cracking in your chest. “What?”

“I know.. I don’t-” He groaned and handed the letter from the other day over to you, allowing you to read the script writing fully this time. “It says talk to your father, and then Luke says that Wes Genrette… is my grandfather.”

Your eyes skimmed the writing quickly, Wes’s letter telling JJ he needed to ask his dad regarding albatross, and a bunch of other things you couldn’t bring yourself to focus on. “That would make Groff your dad? And Larissa…” You trailed off with the sinking realization that if all of this was true, JJ’s birth mom was dead. Gone.

JJ heaved a big breath. “Yeah. And that baby she supposedly drowned with? That’s me.”

“You?”

“Mhmm.”

“You’re…you’re a Genrette.”

JJ shrugged, his eyes distant as he looked over the water. “He’s.. he’s probably trying to work some inheritance scam and he’s trying to get some money, trying to use me for a quick buck because that’s all he does.”

“Look.” You grabbed his face in your hands, holding him steady from the spiral he was getting ready to jump into. “We’ll figure it out, okay? We… we’ll figure it out.”

His expression crumbled in your hold, and he moved forward to kiss you slowly, teeth pulling on your bottom lip in want of more. “Missed you.”

You smiled and kissed him again, sinking fully into his hands like a piece of putty. “Missed you too. So much.”

“Don’t tell the others?” He mumbled it in a questioning tone. You nodded in agreement, figuring the two of you could theorize and catch up later. His arms scooped you up again, lips finding yours as he moved slowly up to the shop and out of view of your friends if they resurfaced.

“How was Charleston?” JJ asked once you were settled on the counter and his hands rested on your hips.

You shrugged, fingers twisting in the strands of blond hair on his neck. “A bust, as usual. They beat us to it. We all split up, so you can ask them for more since JB and I got stuck on graveyard duty.”

JJ smiled, a small laugh in his chest before he kissed you again. “Glad you were with him, keeps you safe.”

You rolled your eyes at his concern, but it was appreciated nonetheless. There was a lot of heavy conversations that needed to happen between the two of you, but you didn’t want to add to JJ’s already confused mindset. He didn’t need that right now, especially when he just wanted to love on you and forget it all happened.

John B came in search of you and JJ shortly after, hand slamming over his eyes when he caught sight of your small makeout session. “Gross, can you not?”

You flipped your brother off without looking at him and unlocked your ankles from behind JJ’s back. “Nobody invited you,” You sang toward him as JJ squeezed your hips.

“Shower’s open,” Your brother ignored your negative comment and focused on your boyfriend. “You good, dude? Everything okay?”

JJ frowned and offered John B a shrug. “It’s my dad, dude. He’s like a fucking roach, never really goes away.”

John B nodded, taking the hint that the topic didn’t really want to be discussed. He squeezed JJ’s shoulder in support before flicking your knee cap. “Get out of here, smelly. Don’t need you stinkin’ up the shop.”

You rolled your eyes and pushed off the counter to head into the house with the intent to clean up. The zoning hearing was tonight regarding the property, and a lovely pit of ever-present anxiety had settled in your chest. 

Taking your time to soak up the hot water and wash the chaos of the last 48 hours off your body, you rejoined the group on the porch where everyone had been catching JJ up on the events in Charleston.

“You know, that’s a lot of sarcasm we don’t really need right now, okay?”

“Sorry, I was just rat swarmed, so.”

You disregarded John B and Pope’s lover fest and walked forward into JJ’s awaiting arms, tucking yourself into his chest without a word. You listened in as they theorized rallying people on The Cut in hopes of having some sort of attention on the zone hearing, hoping the majority crowd would provide some defense.

“Speaking of family, this is gonna sound insane, but Rafe came by before we left…”

You pulled yourself out of JJ’s embrace to stare at Kiara, terrified. Your heart was pounding in your chest out of fear that she would reveal more than intended. 

“What?”

“Why?”

John B met your gaze. “He was there. That’s why you were crying before we left. Why didn’t you say something?”

You opened your mouth to defend yourself, trying to give him all the answers in your expression without having to speak. 

Kiara held out the business card Rafe had placed in your hand, reaching it out to Sarah. “I don’t know,” Your friend lied, “He said he wanted to help… help us.”

Sarah snorted as she read the text on the card. “Rafe Cameron, CEO. CEO of what? Whatever. I’ll hit him up, see what he can do.”

John B was still looking at you like he was putting together every piece of the puzzle. “Alright, let’s do this shit.”

Each of you took a claim to your portion of support, JJ taking the surf crew on the beaches with a promise to not get distracted. John B was taking Sarah to speak to Rafe, leaving Kie, Pope, and Cleo to head into town. 

“Hey!” John B called out when you’d made your move to follow JJ. “You’re with me, Birdie.”

You stared at John B for a moment, trying to decide if it was worth the argument before nodding in agreement. JJ departed after kissing you again, the life slowly coming back into his face as processed the emotions he’d been going through. 

Once Sarah disappeared into the house that was addressed on Rafe’s, you realized why John B requested you to come with. 

“Why didn’t you tell me Rafe was at the house?”

You sat in the passenger seat, eyes scanning the estate in front of you as you shrugged. “Didn’t want to talk about it.”

John B sighed, his hand rubbing over his face. He was frustrated with the way you closed yourself off, but he also knew it was a defense mechanism. “You can’t shut yourself off from me, not after our conversation last night. I said we weren’t done?”

Your fingers picked at the worn interior of the Twinkie. God, you loved JB but you hated when he pulled the older brother card. “JB, please.”

John B reached over to grab your hand to stop your anxious fidgeting. He pulled slightly until you were facing him and couldn’t avoid the conversation. “You dropped a pretty heavy bomb last night. Are you okay?”

“Am I ever?” You shook your head, curling into a ball as comfortable as possible across the seat. You gave a half-assed laugh. “I don’t like that being around Rafe renders me completely useless. I don’t like that I shut down and become a ball of crying anxiety for the following day. I don’t like that, I hold you down, I weigh on the group, it-”

“Woah, woah. You do not weigh anyone, especially me, down? You hear me?” John B disagreed, tugging on your hand so you would look at him again. “Birdie, come on. You gotta talk to me.”

“I’m trying.” You pulled away to rub at your eyes and attempt to reset your brain. “God, I’m trying. It’s like wired into my head. Every time I try to think differently, it tells me I’m wrong. It’s like a self-curated internal torture that-”

“Okay words are getting too big,” John B interrupted with a shake of his head. “I told Sarah on the ferry home I’m done putting the two of you in danger. Every thing we’ve done risks one of your lives and I’m not doing it anymore, okay? That includes letting you stew with the darkness in your head. I let it happen for too long when Dad was here and I refuse to do it any longer.”

You blinked tears away as best as you could before meeting John B’s gaze again. This was your older brother, and shit had he started to act like it. JJ tended to allow you to be self-destructive because he did it to himself, so it was hard to pull someone out of something that you sunk into on your own. Apparently, John B wasn’t letting it slide anymore.

“You are so important, to me, to JJ, to Sarah, and to our friends. I know you don’t think that, and I know you let the negativity win some nights, okay? But I refuse to give up on you, and I refuse to let you fall apart in the room next to me because of some asshole who had everything handed to him his whole life, even if he’s my technical brother-in-law.”

A small laugh made its way out of you at the reminder that John B and Sarah were married in their terms, the small handcrafted rings on their fingers a new addition to prove such. You were watching them grow up right in front of you, as if you and Sarah weren’t practically the same age. Everything between John B and Sarah felt so real and mature even if they were still shotgunning beers and eating expired chips every other week.

You were grateful for Sarah’s return, even if she seemed less than pleased. Hopping out of the passenger seat, you returned to the back where you could flop down in your sorrow, despite everything John B had tried to talk into you. The energy of dealing with the hearing and attempting to rally the island wasn’t there for you, and quite frankly, you wanted a nap. 

Sarah apparently had no luck with Rafe, to which John B wasn’t surprised about. Your brother busied himself calling some connections as Sarah climbed into the back with you, the two of you laying across the blanket covered ground of the van.

“You okay?” She asked quietly as she twisted on her side to face you. “I know you’re sick of hearing that, but I wanted to ask.”

You blinked tiredly at her, but nodded. “This isn’t going to work,” You admitted honestly, knowing despite all the effort your group would put in, nothing ever worked out when the Kooks are behind it. “I want it to, but unless we get rich in the next two hours, we’re fucked.”

“I um… I know this isn’t a great time but, can I tell you something?” The shift in her tone made you concerned and you frowned but nodded nonetheless. “I haven’t had my period in… a while.”

“A while?” You repeated and pushed yourself up on your elbows to meet her height. “Sarah.”

She groaned and ran her hand across her face. “I know! I know. I should’ve… ugh. I just thought it was stress, and I don’t want to know, but I… I  think I already know.”

“Did you um… did you check?” The lump in your throat was building quickly and you tried to fake a cough to help. Shit.

She bit her lip and shook her head slowly. You nodded in understanding, silence consuming the van as the idea soak in for the two of you. 

“Does John B…?”

“No,” She answered quietly, her voice shaking. “I want to be sure, and I know things are messy right now, so I don’t want to stress him out. You were the only person I could think to tell.”

You placed your hand on her arm in comfort despite feeling like someone’s hand was squeezing your heart. “Sarah, he’s going to be so excited.”

“We just had this conversation on the ferry about it, and I… we’re so young, and I’m so scared,” She explained as she leaned back against the door. “We’re going to be homeless, and broke, and this is no environment to be raising a child in.”

“I know, but you’ll figure it out,” You reassured, “We’ll figure it out.”

Sarah nodded, tears finally breaking through as she squeezed your hand in return. She shifted forward, colliding to hug you tightly. A sob echoed through the van, whether it coming from you or her, you didn’t know. You felt like your heart was being ripped in two, pure excitement for Sarah and John B, but also a wave of sorrow for yourself and the knowledge that this feeling wouldn’t ever be yours. 

Thankfully, your brother didn’t give you time to sink further into thought as he caught sight of the two of you crying in the backseat.

“Aw, seriously? What the fuck did I miss now?”

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a/n: sorry she's short but i'm prepping for the hottest crashout of the century next chapter

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Graves and one night stands...

Graves, that has an old old habit of picking up girls from bars, taking them to a hotel nearby and fucking till sunrise before abandoning the wreckage with a charming smile and a "That was great, sweets", leaving no trace behind him.

Any girl he might have banged that tried to reach him? Found out he is non-existent other then the memory of his hands on skin. No profiles anywhere, no-one remembers him and the charming words don't fit in anyone else's mouth just as well.

No connection is the best kind of connection a man of his status can build. He doesn't really feel guilty, no, they were blessed by his magic wielding dick after all. He might have some superiority complex, yeah, but that's not the point.

The point is, picking up ladies is no problem for a man with an equally skilled silver tongue. A small compliment, a little laugh and a long enough southern drawl makes him sound almost exotic anywhere else he goes.

What also is exotic anywhere he goes are women he has an uncanny feeling of meeting already.

They look awfully similar to eachother, but always a different name and no memory of him.

Whatever, must be the alcohol pushing his type onto the appearance of other women.

What's great about it is that the vaguely familiar women always feel the best. The most delightful cunt and prettiest sounds.

Not that it matters in the big picture. His routine is to work, drink, fuck and kill. Maybe squeeze a small party here and there when the team deserves it.

And the clock ticked the fuck hour, so he's sitting at a bar in yet another city, indulging in some alcohol and the sight of sweethearts in the dim light.

"You don't look like a local." A female voice draws him out of his thoughts, making him glance to the side where you slid over to him, settling on the empty stool.

Wonderful, less work for him. "Haha... is it that obvious?" He smiles, before glancing down at the glass being pressed into his hand.

A fresh whiskey on the rocks.

"It was watered down." You nod at the barely touched glass in front of him, the ice long mixed with the alcohol.

You've been watching him, hm? That's fun.

"I haven't been offered a drink from anyone yet." He chuckles, looking into the glass. Just a habit of checking for any visible drug.

Its funny, in retrospect, who would drug a man that's willing to get into anyone's pants for a quick fuck?

"I can't say I'm not positively surprised tho." He muses before taking a swig, not too large, just enough to get the taste and burning feeling.

"Where are you from?" Your voice feels awfully appealing to his ears right now.

"From 'round the world." He chuckles, looking over your posture. A leg over the other and a straight back. Not drunk, he notes.

And a smile from you pulled him in, just a little more. The alcohol must have hit because you look similar as well. Beautiful magnifying eyes, that he would swear he'd seen around-

"You must work a travel-friendly job, hm?" The words pull him out of thought.

"You could say that." He'll indulge your questionnaire. It's almost a script he follows,

Small chit chat,

"Let me guess, do you.... air travel? Are you a pilot?"

Some useless questions he wouldn't normally entertain,

"Keep on guessing."

"Okay... A journalist?"

"I wish."

"Alright... maybe..."

Then he moves onto complimenting,

"...maybe you're a surfer? Or you do some sport?"

"Eh, not exactly. I don't do sports." Other then killing, but that's not that much of a sport.

"Oh wow, you have me in a pickle."

"Don't worry, sweetheart, my job isn't that interesting. You look like you work somewhere appealing. I can swear I've seen you somewhere? Are you a model? Actress?"

You laugh so sweetly too.

"You flatter me. No, no, I'm nothing of that sorts." You hold your hand out and he takes it, brushing his lips over your knuckles.

"Phillip." He quickly introduces himself, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

"Apate." As many names around the world he heard, Apate was never one of them.

"Unique, what's the origin?" He smiles.

"Ah, just Greek mythology I believe."

And then finally he goes for the win.

But this time he got surprised with you tugging on his hand, initiating the leave.

He laughed softly, placed a pair of $20s on the bar before following you right out.

The alcohol must have been stronger then usual, because he couldn't remember how he found himself in a bed, with your hips straddling his, skillfully moving them up and down.

The night was nothing more then snippets of you absolutely obliterating him.

"Come on Commander, be a man, stop whining." Your voice would cut through the loud ringing in his ears.

He didn't tell you what he does for work.

"Jeez, you're so pliant after comming," you muse out, hips connecting back with his. His mind feels mushy.

"Fuck-" he groans, hands holding onto your hips as his thumb rubs into your skin.

The scar.

That fucking scar.

The scar he himself left. It's a specific one.

Raw and still fresh.

"Fuck..." he repeats, eyes awfully heavy.

"You won't remember me the next time either." Your voice rings out.

And the film cuts.

The next morning he wakes up with a scorching head ache and blood dripping down his nose.

He was fucking (sleeping with) the enemy the whole time.

[teecupangel]

so i have this idea in a Desmond lives au after the solar flare he starts a channel like tasting history with max miller in which he recreates historical dishes that his ancestors used to make with Shaun and Rebecca appearing by tasting what he makes

(The video starts with a man addressing the video in a beautiful clean kitchen)

“So this isn’t my usual content but I’ve got a lot of requests to do a reaction video on this youtube channel called ‘I Am Not My Ancestors’ where he recreates recipes he got from his ancestors. At least, that’s what he claims. A lot of you asked me to check if his recipes are what a household from that time period would make and I asked Desmond, he’s the owner of I’m Not My Ancestor channel if he’s alright with me reacting to them and I received his permission.”

“I’d like to make it clear that he has no hand in any of my reactions. This will be the first time I’m watching the videos I’d be reacting to and there’s no script, we didn’t talk about what I should say or what I shouldn’t say. I can even show you guys his actual reply to my email.”

(The video cuts to some kind of recorder, most probably a phone camera, aimed at the screen of a monitor showing an opened email)

Subject: Re: Requesting permissions to react to your videos

Sender: Desmond M iamnotmyancestor@yahoo.com

yeah go ahead man.

(The video returns to the man in the kitchen)

“So with his permission… let’s check out some of his videos, shall we?”

(The video changed. On the lower left corner is the same man, now wearing earbuds. The rest of the video appears to be a screen recording of the Youtube Channel ‘I Am Not My Ancestors’. The mouse clicks on the Cooking Playlist and clicks a video titled “What an Assassin from 12th Century That Can’t Cook Cooks”)

(The video changes to a normal looking kitchen with a young man. A prominent scar mars his lips and his eyes seemed to glow gold at certain angles although it looked mostly light brown)

“So… I’ve been focusing on Renaissance Italy food for a while now and I thought I’d branch out and make something my other ancestors made. Then I remembered my ancestor from 12th century Syria doesn’t know how to cook.” The man said as he placed his hands on the counter, “But, well, let’s try it anyway.”

(The video continues with the man listening down all the ingredients he’d be using to make what he calls ‘road food’)

(The video is paused and the man on the lower left begins to speak)

“Okay, so this is one of his latest videos and I just want to talk about all the ingredients he’s using for this… ‘road food’. All of these can be bought in Syria and I’ve seen all of them used in different dishes in historical cook books. The more important part is that all of these? Can be found in the wilds during those time and I believe that he’ll tell us that these ingredients are used because they don’t cost any money, only time and a discerning eye. Let’s see if I’m right.”

(The video plays once more)

“You can also change any of the things I listed to whatever wild plants to find on your way. Normally, if your mission takes you to a place that’s more than a day ride away-”

“By horse.” Someone off camera added.

“Yeah, by horse. Thanks, Becs. Anyway, if it’s more than a day ride away, what you usually do is stay in a nearby bureau- hm? Oh, right. A bureau is what the Assassins call their… mini headquarters in other places. So they have their headquarters in Masyaf, Alamut and Ḥalab and they have bureaus on other places as well.”

(The video paused and the man on the lower left speaks once more)

“While I can’t verify his claims, the Nizaris of which the Assassins are from did have strongholds in Masyaf, Alamut and this Ḥalab is more known as Aleppo to many of us. Anyway, let’s continue.”

(The video is played once more)

“But sometimes, you go to a far away place and the supplies they give you is lacking because Al Mualim is a stingy old man who’ll tell you that ‘an Assassin must triumph over’ this kind of bullshit so you learn to live off eating game and grass-”

(The video is paused and the man on the lower left commented)

“I believe this Al Mualim he speaks of is Rashid al-Din Sinan, known as the Old Man of the Mountain. From the way he speaks, it’s either he knows Rashid himself. Or, of course, he has a journal of his ancestor who has certain words to describe Rashid. I’m sure it’s the latter.”

(The video plays once more)

“So this is what Al-”

“Your ancestor.”

(The man on the lower left tilts his head but does not pause the video)

“My ancestor would make during those ‘tiring’ times.”

(The video continues as the man starts to cook, starting from preparing a small game and then… throwing it and all the other ingredients in a pot. The man on the lower left stared at him with an open mouth.)

“Yeah, that’s it. Just wait until the meat is cooked. While you wait, you should patrol the area, check your map, write on your journal… the usual stuff.”

(The video transitions to the same place but the man is now on his phone, seemingly tapping on the screen.)

“Desmond… isn’t it cooked yet?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah. I told you guys this is the easiest shit my ancestors can cook. This is also the only thing Alta-”

“Your ancestor.”

“My ancestor can’t fucked up. Anyway, let’s have Shaun try it out.”

(As the man grabs a bowl and pours the soup in it, a man with glasses stepped to the frame with arms crossed)

“Guys, say hello to Shaun, our resident taste tester and the actual historian in our little group.”

“I’ve been tasting everything you make for these videos. They already know who I am.”

“Yeah, yeah, just taste this.”

(The man with glasses took the bowl and blew his spoon before taking a mouthful. He chewed for a moment before nodding.)

“It’s okay.”

“You're British, of course you think the lack of flavor is okay.”

“Hey.”

“Anyway, the main point of this dish is to sustain us. Good food will always be welcomed but what we need is the nutrients and energy food gives us. After we get to the bureau, we’ll have some actual good food.”

(The video pauses and changes to only show the man in the beautiful kitchen)

“Okay, so let’s talk about the recipe itself…”

(The video continues as the man list down all the ingredients and where they have appeared in historical books, referencing other recipes similar to the recipe that the video used)

“I think I should watch more videos, maybe one of his Renaissance Italy videos because it seems like this ancestor of his is quite… the ‘frugal’ and practical kind. Let me know in the comments which videos you’d like me to watch nex-

(The video stops and the laptop closes)

“Desmond, he called Altaïr frugal and practical.”

“Not because he wanted to. What do you think he did when he was traveling with Maria? That man tried out every food he saw.”

(is this in the same universe as #Da Vinci's secret lover Not-Salai? Maybe? Maybe not? idk)

[worldofheroes]

Comfortable

tom cruise x actress!fem!reader

summary: tom finally admits his feelings for you.

warnings: 18+, age gap, friends to lovers, fingering, unprotected sex

wc: 1.4k

a/n: based on this request! hope you enjoy!

As you’re going over today’s script, there’s a knock on your trailer door.

You get up and open it to see Tom standing there.

He gives you a smile. “How’s my favorite co-star doing?”

You laugh. “Come on in, Tom.”

He walks up the steps to the trailer, closing the door behind him.

“I just wanted to check in with you about today’s scene,” Tom says.

You hold up the script you’re still holding. “Been going over it.”

“Are you still okay with the kiss?”

You nod. “Yes, Tom, I am. How many times do I have to tell you that?”

“A lot,” he chuckles. “I just wanna make sure you’re comfortable and not doing anything you hate.”

“I appreciate it, Tom, but I’m good with everything.”

Tom nods. “Good. I’ll see you on set.”

“Sounds good.”

Tom leaves your trailer, and you go over the script one more time before you leave.

The shoot goes well, and then it’s time for the kiss.

Sure, you’re a little nervous but you’re not uncomfortable.

Tom moves in, leading the kiss. He pulls you flush against him, and you have your arms around his neck. You’re absolutely lost in his kiss, and it almost feels real, not like the two of you are acting.

The two of you barely hear McQ yell cut.

“Tom!” McQ shouts.

He pulls away from you. “What?”

“I called cut, what are you doing?”

You start to feel your face get hot.

“I guess we were just in the moment,” Tom says, giving you a nudge.

“Mm hm,” you agree, slightly uncomfortable.

“Let’s take a break. Tom, a word?” McQ says.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Tom whispers to you. “I’ll meet with you in a minute, okay?”

You walk away from the set, taking some deep breaths. You feel like you just got in trouble.

“Y/n,” Tom calls out.

You turn around. “Tom,” you say, relieved that he’s finally here.

“Hey, everything’s good, okay?”

You nod.

“C’mere,” Tom says, opening his arms for a hug.

You hesitate for a moment, but accept his hug. He’s been so kind to you during the filming and the two of you have gotten really close. You trust Tom.

“Hey, I wanna talk,” he whispers.

“Sure,” you say.

“Let’s go to my trailer,” he says, offering his hand for you to take.

You hesitate again, but again, you trust him. You take his hand and head to his trailer.

Once in the trailer, you sit beside him on the couch.

“Tom, you’re making me a little nervous,” you tell him.

“Don’t be. Please,” he says gently.

He pauses before he continues.

“I haven’t done this in so long and maybe I’m reading into it too much but y/n, I care for you so much. I think you felt it today with that kiss, it wasn’t just acting…”

You smile softly. “I thought I was reading too much into it, too.”

Tom looks over at you, relieved. “Really?”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Tom, I know you’re more suave than this.”

Tom chuckles. “No, I’m actually not.”

You laugh. “Okay, sure, Mr. Tom Cruise.”

Tom pulls you onto his lap. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

“Just shut up and kiss me, Tom,” you smile.

Tom smiles too as he leans in and kisses you. You instantly wrap your arms around his neck and caress the back of his head, carding your fingers through his hair.

“Sweetheart,” he whispers.

You bury your face in the crook of his neck. “Tom,” you sigh.

He kisses your temple. “Come home with me tonight.”

You kiss his neck before you sit up again.

“Are you serious?” you ask him.

“What? Of course I’m serious, y/n.”

You study his face. “Okay,” you agree.

Tom kisses you again. “That’s my girl.”

Pause.

“Let’s go,” he smiles.

You nod. He helps you off his lap and leads you to his car.

The ride is silent, but comfortable.

Tom leads you inside, and before you realize what’s happening, you’re pulled against his body and his lips are on yours.

You moan softly.

“I’m sorry, I just… needed to do that,” Tom whispers.

“Don’t stop,” you tell him, kissing him again.

He wraps his arms even tighter around you, pulling you across the house into the bedroom. Tom gently pushes you onto the bed.

“Tom,” you whisper as he crawls on top of you.

“Do you trust me?” he asks.

You nod. “Yes.”

He smiles softly before kissing you again. His hands become needy, touching every inch of your body.

Your own hands follow suit, finally being able to touch Tom in a more intimate way than you ever have.

A warm hand slides under your shirt, settling on your waist.

You start to pull on his shirt, and he gets the message quickly. Breaking from the kiss briefly, he pulls his shirt off.

Feeling the warmth radiating from his body fills your senses. Your fingers lightly move across the soft skin and defined muscles, receiving a soft moan from Tom.

He starts to pull your shirt up, and you help him take it off of you. It gets tossed to the floor as you go back for a kiss, now deteriorating into sloppy, wet kisses as the two of you get more comfortable and wanting more.

“Sweetheart,” Tom mumbles against your lips.

“Please,” you beg.

Tom starts to kiss your jaw, down your neck to your collarbone, then down your chest and torso.

He works on getting your jeans off, pulling them and your panties down your legs to get discarded onto the floor with everything else.

“Shit,” he mutters as he brings a hand to his mouth, coating his fingers with saliva.

Your hips buck in anticipation.

Tom meets your cunt with his fingers, rubbing your clit before teasing your hole.

You arch your back in pleasure as he works at you.

“Already so wet for me,” Tom growls.

You nod frantically. He glances up to meet your eyes, his own dark and filled with lust.

He pushes one finger in, moaning with you as he does.

“Oh, Tom,” you moan, closing your eyes.

He works his finger in and out, curling up against your walls, and petting you.

“Yes,” he groans, inserting another finger.

You moan with pleasure as the second finger stretches you just a little bit more.

After a minute, you reach down and grab his wrist. The motion of his fingers stops. He looks up at you, waiting.

“Tom, I need… I need your cock,” you whisper.

He slowly pulls his fingers out. Tom watches you as he rids himself of his jeans and boxers, freeing his hard cock from the restraints.

He wraps his hand around himself, stroking his cock just a couple of times before he lines himself up with your wet cunt.

As he pushes in, he closes his eyes and groans.

“You’re so pretty like this,” you mutter, running your hands up his arms.

He groans again as he bottoms out against you.

“Shit,” you sigh. “So fucking big.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I’ll cum right now if you keep talking like that,” he sighs.

You pull him down against you and kiss him. He starts to thrust his hips ever so slightly against you, helping you warm up to his size.

“Baby,” you groan in his ear. “Harder.”

Tom happily complies with your order, picking up the pace.

The sounds of skin on skin contact, your whimpers, and his groans fill the air. He continues to go harder and faster, pounding into you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do.

Pleasure fills your abdomen, and you try to hold on longer.

“I’m gonna come, oh, I’m gonna come,” you whine.

Tom groans. “Come on my cock.”

It only takes a few more thrusts before you come undone, walls clenching hard around Tom’s cock.

As your walls clench, Tom finds his orgasm, filling you with his warm cum.

The two of you stay there for a moment, hanging onto your highs as long as you can before moving.

Tom leans down and kisses you gently.

“Felt… so good,” you murmur against his lips.

“You… are amazing,” he tells you, slipping his cock out of you.

He lays beside you, wrapping his arms around you.

“You know, I always wondered how actors don’t fall for each other when working on films,” you say.

“There’s plenty of one night stands,” Tom replies.

“Is that what this is?”

“No, not at all.” He kisses your head.

“I’m so much younger than you, Tom,” you mutter.

“I don’t care.”

“Okay, I don’t either,” you smile, giving him another kiss. Tom chuckles.

He holds you tighter. “Stay with me.”

You nod. “I want to.”

Tom smiles and kisses the top of your head. You wiggle closer to his body, perfectly content being by his side.

[shaysplanet]

𝘴𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘥𝘳

that actually make me wanna commit… the full scenarios are tucked away in my script but these are some highlights <3

“you shouldn’t have come back.”

“you always this forward?” i arch a brow, shifting my weight, trying to shake the feeling of him off me.

eric exhales slow, deliberate, like he’s amused by the mere suggestion that he could be anything else.

“only with the interesting ones.”

that’s twice now.

“you keep sayin’ that.”

“i mean it.” his head tilts, assessing, indulgent, so damn cocky i could smack the smirk clean off his face.

“but you already knew that, didn’t you?”

“knew what?” i challenge.

“that i’d take an interest in you.”

i scoff, arms crossing over my chest. “i’m not that egotistical, sweetheart.”

“hm.” his gaze drops, flickering over my face, my throat, my pulse.

“and flattery gets you nowhere with me.” i finish with a swallow.

“trust me, you would know if i was flattering you.”

he steps forward again, unrushed, controlled.

“that was me stating the obvious.”

“i’m a city girl now.”

“why can’t i see into your head?”

“why you want to?” i ask, tilting my head.

“‘cause somethin’ ain’t right with you,” she says, firm. “and you’re not tellin’ me what.”

i just shrug.

“not my fault if you lost your touch, sook.”

her face twists, frustrated. “i ain’t lost nothin’!”

she tries again, her gaze unfocusing just slightly, like she’s pulling, reaching—

but there’s nothing.

static.

or maybe a void. her mouth parts, something uncertain flickering across her face.

“you’ve changed.”

i huff out a breath.

“why everybody keep sayin’ that to me?”

“money. by morning.”

“he’s busy.”

pam leans against the doorway like she’s personally amused by my irritation.

“ain’t my problem.”

“it is when he’s downstairs and you’re stompin’ your little ass over here like you own the place.”

“if i did, i’d be runnin’ it better.”

pam snorts. “you think you could handle all this?”

“i think i could handle not sittin’ on my ass for hours while people waitin’ to get paid.”

i push past her. pam huffs a sigh but follows me, heels clicking against the stairs, knowing she can’t stop me anyway.

“you ever heard of patience?”

“you ever heard of payin’ people on time?”

“mm, funny,” she muses. “i don’t hear the other girls complainin’.”

“maybe ‘cause they’re too damn afraid of you to stand up for themselves.”

pam grins, like something wicked this way comes. “or maybe you’re the only one stupid enough to chase a check right into a situation you don’t wanna see.”

before i can respond, we hear it.

fast. relentless. raw.

eric was fucking someone.

pam grins wider, “told you.”

heat crawls up my neck before i can stop it, but i keep my face blank. keep my stance steady. pam watches me, waiting for a reaction.

she doesn’t get one.

but eric?

he gets exactly what he was waiting for because the second i say his name—

“eric.”

he stops.

“always room for you, darlin’.”

“you startin’ now or you gonna at least order a drink first?”

“hmm.” i tap a finger against my chin, playing along. “think i deserve a drink first, considerin’ i just had to walk in here all dramatic-like, get you all flustered—”

“i wasn’t flustered.”

“sam, you was starin’.”

he huffs, shaking his head, but he doesn’t deny it.

“sit down, delilah.”

i do.

he moves behind the bar like it’s second nature—because it is. pulling a glass, filling it, and sliding it in front of me.

“still whiskey?” he asks, even though he already knows the answer.

“still whiskey.” i take a sip, letting the burn settle in my chest before setting the glass down, tapping a nail against the rim.

“been a while since i had one of these in here.”

sam leans against the bar, crossing his arms, giving me a look. too knowing, too careful.

“been a while since you been in here at all.”

i hum, not answering, just taking another slow sip. he doesn’t let it go that easy.

“thought you wasn’t comin’ back.”

“lotta people thought that.”

[opertabry]

wrong number smau ➝ loser (half written)

synopsis ➝ peer pressured by your group members, you ask a fellow idol for her number. but when you texted her that night, you realised that she wasn’t the person you were texting. what you didn’t know was that she gave karina’s, aepsa’s hotshot visual and leader, number to you.

chapter 18 ➝ loser

you were flustered.

not because of anything said - but because karina threw on some “random top and jeans” and looked that good? that was not possible. you eyed karina from where you were, (totally NOT checking her out) while getting your makeup retouched, she was truly a sight for sore eyes.

“alright girls, let’s shoot this introduction and we can go home!“

you and karina both rushed to get in frame, watching as the cameraman adjusted the position to fit both of you.

“and.. ACTION!”

“hi everyone, i’m karina from aespa!”

“and i’m y/n from le sserafim!”

you were both standing next to each other, not close enough to bump shoulders but close enough that you could smell her shampoo. or maybe her shampoo just had a really strong scent? but now that you thought about it, it wasn’t a bad smell; it was pleasant, and delicate. she had a sweet - maybe fruity? - scent, it was comforting in a weird way. a raspy voice interrupted your train of thoughts about how good karina smelled (how did you even get there?);

“so y/n, do you want to explain to everyone what 「 Slice of Life 」 will look like?” karina looked at you with her head tilted and an eyebrow raised.

“huh? um, yes! so 「 Slice of Life 」 will be about us showing you guys our daily lives as idols, and challenging ourselves to go out of our comfort zones to do some things we wouldn’t usually do. and of course having fun and playing games too.” you put on your best fake smile, and played with your fingers as you tried to rid yourself of your nerves. you were an idol for pete’s sake, why were you even nervous? your eyes widen as you felt your hand accidentally brush hers. maybe karina didn’t notice, and even if she did she made no move to acknowledge it.

“and can you tell us when every episode will be out?” you knew she was just following a script, but god, how does she still make it sound so annoyingly good?

“every monday starting in two weeks from now, so please look forward to that!”

“MYs, remember when i said i would be your monday fairy? i haven’t really kept my word, so this is me making up for it. and to our MYs and FEARNOTs, if you have any questions, comment them and we will answer!” you really shouldn’t have stared, but when karina smiled and her eyes turn into crescents, you couldn’t help yourself. karina may have been annoying - but this was one thing you couldn’t deny - she was incredibly beautiful. you felt the blush that was there during your photoshoots earlier coming back, dipping your head as you tried to hide it.

“and.. CUT! that’s a wrap, good job everyone and i’ll see you next week.” the directors voice blared through the whole studio, earning sighs of relief from the everyone. you thanked the staff and shot karina a smile (closer to a wince) before letting your manager lead you towards the door.

“wait y/n!”

you turned around, forcing yourself to look into her eyes rather than her lips, because why were they so plump today?

“hm?”

“what’s the song for today?” there wasn’t a teasing tone to it like you expected, almost like she was genuinely asking. but karina wouldn’t do that, right?

“i’ll send it later.”

and the lopsided grin that appeared on her face should not have had that much of an effect on you.

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[stalkersamsrptumbler]

((NON-CANNON)) Remember.

for the amazing @4thwallbreakerdraws2 and their AU! 1/3 It had already been a hectic morning for RTV. FIRST, no one had decided to INFORM him the costume department was low on cloth and fabric, THEN he was told how new orders for a handful of different films he was working had to be PICKED UP thanks to an intern messing up the order form, and the only reason HE was even going out to get everything was he had a meeting with a realestate agent to continue his expansion of the studio…

His security was already handling keeping all of his fans at bay while the others walked towards where they had parked the car, while RTV was going over the already mile long list of things he needed to do once he was back at the studio…something occurred.

RTV stumbled a bit as he bumped into a stack of what looked to be cardboard boxes, strange..it was rare he didn't pay attention where he was going let alone WALK into something without at LEAST being informed. Looking back to the mess of boxes and books it would seem, someone else was among the mess. The stranger was quick to pick themselves up and begin a slew of apologies as they should but RTV didn’t get the chance to say anything before the groveling stopped as quickly as it had begun.

“Wait… Oh stars, Mr. Puzzles?! It's been what? YEars since I’ve seen you!” Oh goodie, another fan to deal wi-…wait…Years? Why would it have been years?

Getting a better look at the stranger, they seemed to be floating off the ground to better meet his gaze, well better for him to meet their own cross-eyed stare?

“Is this what you’ve been getting up to since I last saw you? You really seemed to have kept that promise of yours about becoming the best, I'm so proud of you!”

RTV paused for a moment, going through file after file of just WHO he could be talking to… Who the HELL is this? Did he FORGET a fan? Is his memory becoming THAT bad? No…No he recognizes her, he has seen her somewhere before but where? Why is he struggling so much to come upon a name? …Why does this feel IMPORTANT!?…..Giving a small chuckle, he dusted himself off as well and gave a smile like he always did. “Why YES, once I set my sights on a goal it's NEAR impossible to turn me away from WHAT I want, hm?” The stranger simply nodded while gathering her boxes.

“Again, I'm so sorry for that. Really should have been paying attention to where I was going, BUT I'll quickly be getting out of your way! I only needed to grab a few supplies anyway!” With a small bow and nod of the head, she was off. “Bye Mr. Puzzles!” RTV simply gave a wave to the stranger as a portal opened and she flew through.

The second she was gone from his sight, the questions returned…In Fact they didn't seem to even leave him once he reached the studio! Not even work could pull his mind fully away from the wandering questions of who that was and why they felt so…familiar? Unbothered by his stadhuis? Thinking back to the interaction she wasn’t fawning over him, asking to be in his next film, not even an autograph…None of this is adding up…and THAT is the third time he’s needed to rewrite the START of this script!

Throwing away the now crumbled up ball of paper, RTV took a breath before looking at his desk phone…Just a single background check. A single check to see just WHY he felt this way…That was five hours ago and he found NOTHING. She wasn’t walking the street, watching TV, at the park, NOTHING…As if she just VANISHED off the face of the earth..It seems like he might need to do a bit more digging then he thought…Hitting a single button on the phone, it rang once before someone picks up.

“Yes, Lucian? You know that strange woman that ran into me earlier today? Yes, the one with the WHITE hair and…everything else…I need for YOU to find whatever you can ABOUT her…I don’t care that we didn’t GET her name, I’ve SEEN you find people with much less so get to it.” Hitting the button caused a small beep to ring out in the room, showing an end to the call. Alright, THAT should at least put his overworking mind to rest so he can finish this script by monday…

[hyperiondickrider]

Baby Bunny~

(Chapter 4)

Vox x Reader; Valentino x Reader; Alastor x Reader; maybe Lucifer x Reader

After your untimely death, Mr Vox was kind enough to take you in and give you a job as his assistant. However, it appears that you’ve caught the eyes of few other demons, who are certainly not afraid of a little competition…

“Hey, Val, can we talk real quick?”

“Hm? Voxy, baby, what’s the problem~?” Vox jogged up to Val, trying to catch him on the way to his studios, a long day of work ahead the two of them. He hands Valentino a coffee he got for him, from that nice place on brimstone avenue, and Valentino takes a long sip from it, releasing a pleased groan at the scalding fluid.

“It’s about my assistant, Y/N.”

“Your cute little conejita? Whatever is the matter, hm?”

Vox wasn’t quite sure how to phrase his question. “Well, it’s just that- Y’know, it’s almost spring and-“

“Voxy, baby, I love you, but get to the fucking point.” Valentino’s patience was thin, on a good day.

“Yeah, well, I need you to stop winding her up. The poor bunny can barely function with her, uhm, season, approaching, let alone with you feelin her up all the goddamn time.”

Valentino let a low chuckle at this, taking a long drag of his scarlet smoke, throwing his now empty coffee cup into the nearest bin, before gracefully draping his long arms onto his hips.

“But she’s so fucking fun to wind up, baby. Besides, it only January, i still got at least a month before it starts just being mean. I swear, one of these days, Voxy, if you’re not careful, I’m gonna snatch up that bebé bonita and make her mine~”

Vox let out a low growl at this, his screen glitching as his eye twitched with annoyance. If he knew Valentino well enough (which he probably did), it was unlikely he’d make such an obvious move. Key word - unlikely. Valentino was unpredictable; if he had a genuine interest, Satan knows the lengths he will go to.

“Fine. Just at least promise me, next time you make a mess of the poor girl, you’ll at least finish the fucking job so I don’t have to clean up your mess.”

“Oh, I think we both know I will~” Valentino’s grin sharpened, almost salivating at the thought of of having you sprawled out under him, face red and puffy, ears teary, your swollen lips covered in drool-

Well, that’s a thought for when he has the time to scheme.

~meanwhile~

It was 7:30 am when your alarm went off. You woke uo with a jolt, your body still exhausted despite your mind being wide awake, legs heavy like lead, thighs and pussy sore. With a groan, you dragged yoirself out of Vox’s comfy bed, the mattress almost willing you to stay in bed all day, despite the no doubt mountains of work you had to do.

Throwing on a blouse and a navy pencil skirt with matching heels, you gave your hair a quick brush, quickly looking yourself over in the mirror.

‘Looking good, bunny!’ You gave yourself a cheeky grin, being your own hype man in light if the empty apartment around you. Checking the time once again, you sighed lightly, grabbing your laptop and blazer, you set off towards work, thinking of treating yourself to a nice hot cocoa from the cute cafe on brimstone avenue on the way to work.

You really did like your job. Sure, it was exhausting, but the work was rewarding; you got help coordinate schedules, review scripts, fill out paperwork, and of course, you got to hang out with Vox! Your boss really was the best, he always made sure you were busy; he knew how much you loved feeling useful.

Entering the building, humming a merry tune you had heard on the radio earlier, you greeted the receptionist.

“Good morning, Annie! Have you had a good morning so far?”

“Why, good morning to you to, Y/N! You seem in an awful good mood today, my dear!”

You grinned at the woman, leaning against her desk with glittering eyes.

“I’m just happy to be at work today, Annie.”

“I truly don’t think i’ve ever met a young person who quite likes their job like you do, love.”

The two of you shared a giggle, as she showed you some pictures of her new grandchildren. Annie was such a sweet lady; one of your favourite coworkers, in fact. She always had somethjng nice to say, and a warm smile and anecdote to welcome you with.

A sharp, british accent cut through the usual bustle of the floor.

“God, where is that girl? I’m down a model and i need someone with some fucking class for lucifer’s sake!” The confident voice of Velvette rang through the floor, employees cowering at her commanding presence, hiding as she scoured the floor.

“Ah! There you are, my darlin’!”

Your back straightened significantly, tugging at your skirt as Velvette’s eyes lit up as she spotted and approached at a brisk pace.

“H-hello, Ms Velvette! C-can i help you in a-any way?”

She brushed off your now nervous demeanour, hastily looking you up and down before grabbing you by the wrist and tugging you towards the elevator.

“Yes, yes my darlin’, Vox told me you’d be here. Listen, babe, I’m down a model for a loungewear photoshoot i’ve planned to do today, and i need you in my department, okay love? You just gotta stand there and look pretty, which you are already doin’ a fantastic job at.”

Her flattery causes your cheeks to darken, as you limply allow her to drag you into the elevator, up a floor, and into one of her studios. Well, there goes all the work you had planned for the day.

Truth be told, you did quite like Velvette; she made easy conversation and could be quite the smooth talker despite her inclination towards bluntness. She also designed the cutest clothes, which was a bonus. Overall, she was fun to work for. Unless she deemed you incompetent. Then, life fucking sucked.

The first outfit she forced you into was a silky pajama set, relatively baggy on you, revealing your collar bones as she directed you into posing for, the photos capturing your timid aura. The second outfit were Vees branded tracksuits; each designed to mimic tbe style and colour scheme if each Vee. A black and read one with skulls and hearts; Velvette. A blue and red one with wiring details; Vox. Pink and lilac with feathers and hearts; Valentino. She once again had you pose for each one, captiring the details of the fashion whilst simultaneously capturing your contrasting delicate beauty. Finally, she gave you a second pajama set, this time shorts and a button up, completely complimenting your leporine appearence, producing absolutely adorable promotional material. Well, if Velvette was pleased, it was all worth it.

“Wonderful my darlin’, thank you so much for your cooperation, love.” She kissed both your cheeks affectionately, sending you off the change back into your work clothing.

However, on the way to the changing rooms, you were stopped by the familiar sound of a staticky voice.

“Velvette? Are you done with my assistant yet? I got a shit ton of work and all my other employees are apparently fuckin useless-”

Vox froze when he saw you; all vulnerable in a silky pajama set covered in strawberries. A smirk grew across his face, and you grimaced in embarassment.

“Velvette, my dear, great taste as always. Now, if you don’t mind, me and my assistant have some work to get back to.” Vox spoke, commanding the room, as his gaze never for a second left your own.

A/N: Sorry the update took so long I am very busy lol.

Btw the reason Y/N is so nervous around authority figures and strangers is to do w her backstory :) her sudden personality changes are intentional

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𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟'𝕤 ℂ𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕝𝕖 (Blade x F!Reader x Jing Yuan)

PART 6

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there was a little more i wanted to put into this chapter for a sweet ending, but was a little too long. So i'll make the next chapter extra romantic hehe !! And i should be preparing a special chapter soon for all the support ! So, shall i write a modern AU themed with this fanfic ??

"So, was that the girl of your dreams ? Looks pretty young to me." a magenta haired woman laughed as her colleague returned to reunite with her at their rendezvous.

"Is she another one of those...Vidyadharas ? The long-lived Xianzhou natives ? My, its rare to see them with horns." Kafka said, leaning against an empty container.

"She's special." her companion answered shortly, looking down at his cracked sword in hand. A sword that was once wield by a master of ice arts, speed and strength so accurate, said friend could cut through time itself.

"Yeah, I bet she means a lot to you. You keep on dreaming about her. Dan Jia, was it ?" Kafka asked, and Blade shook his head.

"No. She goes by the name (Y/n) now." Blade answered simply yet once again.

(Y/n)...he didn't remember much of who that woman was in the past. But he could recall some significant details that calmed his nightmares as he slumbered.

Every time he had nightmares, nights Kafka was too far away to quell, he would recall a certain woman in his dreams. How she would dance her heart away. How her steps were as light as a feather.

She would dance, her clothes rippling along as she danced beneath the moonlight elegantly, a simple glass fan in her hands that shone beneath the gaze of the moon. She would sing and hum, her sweet and melodious voice forever guiding him back to light when days were dark.

He wondered what happened to all the fans he had created for her...? The last one he remembered was the crystal fan in her hands which she had kept on her person the most.

He remembered forging and learning glass art and crystals just to see those (e/c) eyes of hers light up in delight. The days and nights he sacrificed and burned his hands. The hours that passed as he learned day by day how to shape it nicely, how to add details, how to blow glass.

(Y/n) had always been fond of the moon. She loved glassy and clear items, hence why he had created so many small accessories for her in hopes of them being insignificant enough to the eye to escape her brother's protective gaze.

All to see those little accessories on his beloved.

The change of name...from Dan Jia to (Y/n) wasn't much of a shock to him. Nor did he try to deny that it was her name. No, it wasn't because she was the same person.

That woman named Dan Jia...had died. Long...long ago. But was so vivid in his memories.

On the battlefield years ago. Her limp and bloodied body strewn across the ground, her heart missing from her chest.

For some reason, that name (Y/n), with that same face, didn't bother him as much as another person's change in identity did. He wondered why.

He snapped out of it and looked at his colleague. "Let's go, Kafka."

"After you, Bladie. Don't worry, you'll see her again. It's all part of the script."

"I'd rather her not witness the monster I've become."

"Hm...just in case if you want to go see her again, you can go tomorrow night, just to check if she's there." Kafka shrugged, walking off with her colleague trailing behind her.

And the heart in his chest...felt like it was burning alive. It felt as if...dragon claws were being dug into it, in a comforting way. As if to show reassurance. As if...it had met its true owner.

After Blade had left, (Y/n) fell to the ground, wiping away her tears. Her heart hurt. No, her chest felt empty. As if it were missing something...

She didn't remember anything and she felt so lost...so helpless.

But that man...he was warm. He was kind. Contrasting the fact that he was a wanted criminal, contrasting the fact that he had fled from Jing Yuan's grasp, accidental or not.

But those unfamiliar red eyes of his...brought her some memories. brought her some sense of familiarity. Though she didn't recognize him, or he was someone from her distant memory or past self, he was indeed someone dear to her.

But as she was about to continue wallowing in her thoughts and losing herself in her empty memories, the device she had received earlier buzzed in her pocket.

She took out the device, as it shone brightly, blinding her for a moment. She let out a small string of curses, like, why the hell was this...THING (??) so damn bright ?!

But it was a message from Jing Yuan. So she tapped on the white banner, as it automatically led her to the chatting app Jingyan had showed her to use earlier.

"Princess, I hope you're safe. Do you want to come back now ? It's getting late." the message read.

(Y/n) felt her cheeks heating up a little. This flirty General of the Xianzhou Luofu really likes to play his cards and call her princess, huh...?

"I am in no way a princess. But yes, I would like to return now." (Y/n) quickly tapped, finding herself adapting to the new knowledge pretty quickly.

"You are always a princess, (Y/n). Pretty like one too. just take it as a compliment, alright ? This General doesn't hand out compliments as much as you might like." she received back.

She groaned a little in embarrassment. And shook her head with a little smile playing by her lips. She got up from the ground and began to exit the dark alley, where she had an encounter with the Xianzhou's (or rather the IPC) most wanted criminal.

"Yanqing told me he had you sent to the Exalting Sanctum for some fresh air and a change of scenery. From there, you can head north onto a bridge. Then, walk left until you see a Starskiff jetty on your right. You can request a ride to the Seat of Divine Foresight. I shall be waiting for you here." Jing Yuan instructed and (Y/n) nodded, even though he wasn't there to witness it.

"If you're too late, I might come pick you up myself~" he replied once more, and (Y/n) groaned again, turning off the device.

And so she walked off, away from the alley she was in. She didn't mind the stares anymore. She was her own person. She didn't need to hide, since her horns were part of her. And they were of great significance once in the past.

(Y/n) was close to the stairs that would lead her to the bridge Jing Yuan mentioned.

Until someone stopped her.

(Y/n) was stopped with a violent thud of something colliding with the ground behind her. She turned around to see a figure in heavy uniform behind her. A Cloud Knight, she recalled, as Jing Yuan once told her. She couldn't see his facial expression for it was blocked with the metal mask that obscured their face.

"Excuse me, miss. This may sound rude, but are those horns on your head real ?" the knight asked her, skeptically eyeing her from head to toe (or so she thought).

"Yes, the horns on my head are very much real. I suggest to you to not touch them, for they are very sensitive. Like when you bite into ice cream ? Yeah, it feels like that." (Y/n) said, raising a hand subconsciously to protect the horns on her head.

She was feeling very...self-conscious about them now, but she knew the reason behind the horns on her head. The others began to look at the commotion, but rather than looking sorry for her or helping out, they looked at the knight fearfully.

"Miss, you must come with me. I must confirm your identity. No one but the High Elders are supposed to have horns on their head, unless...but you...don't look like..." the knight trailed off, looking at the woman before him.

"You must come with me, quickly." he said, and took (Y/n)'s arm forcefully to a more secluded area.

"Wh-what...? Where are you taking me ?!" (Y/n) exclaimed, snapping her arm away from the knight, growling in instinct.

"No. You must come with me."

"Hands off of the Lady." A suave voice called out from the side.

"General !" the knight saluted, standing up straight as he released the woman from his grasp.

Jing Yuan looked quite angry, pushing (Y/n) slightly behind him, giving her an apologetic look for a moment. "Sorry I'm late, princess. Are you hurt ? My apologies. He's just confused just as many of the others are."

"I thought I had dispatched the news to the Cloud Knights earlier this morning to tell the other Luofu residents. I suppose some of you weren't notified through the headlines. That was...to not confront the horned woman."

"General ! She's...she has horns on her head. This cannot be but an imposter !" the knight tried to clarify, to which Jing Yuan stiffened a little at the word 'imposter'. He glared at the knight before him.

"Imposter...do you know what accusations you are making without base ? This lady before me...is the reincarnation of the Star-Crossed Dragon's Cradle." Jing Yuan revealed, shocking everyone, including (Y/n) herself.

Star-Crossed Dragon's Cradle...? Dan Jia was that...? Just what the hell happened in her past...life or incarnation or timeline or whatever ?

"Lady (Y/n)...is the past High Elder, Imbibator Lunae's sister. The Fallen One during the Sedition of Imbibator Lunae." Jing Yuan said before he looked at (Y/n).

"I'm sorry you had to find out this way, (Y/n). When you're so unprepared. I was sure to make sure most of the residents of the Luofu to remain silent if you passed. I suppose the news slipped minds of some." Jing Yuan said, giving her an apologetic look.

After the commotion was neutralized, Jing Yuan brought her to his estate. Being the ever-gentleman he was, he had provided for her a room in advance. But (Y/n) refused to rest just yet, wanting to hear answers from Jing Yuan himself. And so...

So there they were, sitting down in one of his leisure rooms, where a board of starchess was placed between them. He looked heavy to tell her what exactly transpired, but he knew she had a right to the truth.

He took in a deep breath.

"Princess...before I tell you anything, just know that I did everything for your safety. And most things that transpired in the past, shall not affect you now." he said, and (Y/n) nodded.

"I had shared the information of your awakening to the Cloud Knights to tell to the general public. You were free to roam the Luofu as you desired without interrogation, as you were under my supervision." Jing Yuan said with a heavy sigh, and a smile as he chuckled. he bowed his head, his bangs concealing his eyes further before he rose again.

"Now, like I said, you and the previous High Elder are siblings. Both of you were candidates to inherit the Dragon Heart due to numerous factors, but only one shall be chosen as the High Elder and inherit the said heart." Jing Yuan began, looking straight into (Y/n)'s (e/c) eyes that looked at him curiously.

"But surprisingly, both of you succeeded the Transmutation Arcanum, after passing the dragon transmutation. And between the two of you, Dan Feng was chosen to lead the army due to his immense power and potential, and you were chosen to stay in the back lines due to your healing abilities."

"You, (Y/n), rebirthed from Dan Jia, possessed that heart, and Dan Feng became the High Elder for he was more dominant on field, serving as a more...prominent leader as some would call it. But due to his destructive nature on the battlefield, the heart was transferred to you, where you would be Dan Feng's source of power. And it would always be safe in the back lines."

"So this...Dragon Heart..." (Y/n) started.

"It is a source of power. So as long as it lives, Dan Feng's power remains undisrupted. You are the vessel, and Dan Feng is the output." Jing Yuan tried to explain.

"You used to be the holder of the Heart. Hence the title, the Dragon's Cradle. You held the heart close in your chest, protecting it from everyone and everything. That is...until it was ripped from you."

Her blurry memories from before she awoke began to flash in her mind. The bone marrow. The pain. The guilt. The screams. The ripping...

The pain wasn't only from her back. It was also from her heart.

The heart that was ripped away from her...

But why...?

Her thoughts began to scramble in her mind, not being able to comprehend anything else Jing Yuan was saying. Her vision began to blur as she was beginning to feel overwhelmed.

But she was pulled back to reality was the warm and large hand that was placed on her head. Worried golden eyes melted her heart as they gazed with concern and oozed with warmth.

"That should be enough for today. I apologize, my princess. I suppose that this information may have overwhelmed you." Jing Yuan said, a tender smile on his lips as he caressed her silky strands of (h/c) hair.

"It's late. You should rest up. Come, I shall lead you there..." Jing Yuan said, standing up and offered a hand to her.

(Y/n) took his hand as he led her through the spacious walls of his mansion on the Luofu. Being a general for as long as him and as significant, his riches knew no bounds. But he had nothing to spend it all on...

The last time he made a big spending, was to build the resting house for his dear friend, who lay resting, unknowing when she was to wake up. But now that she was awake, perhaps he wouldn't be as lonely as he used to.

The two walked in silence, Jing Yuan pondering in his own sorrows, and (Y/n) trying to remember the details and admired the traditional interior of Jing Yuan's manor. Then, Jing Yuan stopped and looked at (Y/n). "This is your room. Use it for as long as you'd like."

"In the closet is a few clothes if you'd like to wear them. I've had the servants prepare everything for you. Don't worry, I didn't peek." Jing Yuan said warmly, caressing her hair.

"My room is just next door if you need me. If you think you cant reach me, you can call me. I'll be awake if you need anything, okay ?" Jing Yuan asked and (Y/n) nodded her head.

She was much too baffled by today's revelation, that she had some trouble processing most of what was currently taking place. But Jing Yuan was kind to her, as he had always been since the moment she opened her eyes.

"Okay...thank you...Jing Yuan..." (Y/n) said, looking at him with her glassy (e/c) eyes. Jing Yuan smiled and took her hand, kissing it softly before letting go of her hand for the night.

The general smiled as he watched (Y/n)'s face lit up with a tender and shy blush on her cheeks, finding it amusing and strangely addicting. He lifted his finger to her cheek, lowering his voice to a soft whisper.

"Good night, (Y/n)..." Jing Yuan whispered before he left her, walking towards his own room.

Internally, he was screaming and congratulating himself, tempted to give himself a pat on the back. But that was a party meant for himself in his room. He closed the door, making sure that he was alone as he gazed up at the moon. he smiled longingly, his honey-colored eyes glazed with nostalgia.

"How I wished you'd dance once more, sister of the Imbibator Lunae. The Saltator Lunae, Dancer of the Moon..." he whispered.

[yullen]

D.Gray-man c249 p1~18 TL

D.Gray-man 第249後: AWに別れを告げる Night 249: Saying Farewell to A.W.

束の間の団欒僅かな幸せを頬ばりながら While stuffing one’s cheeks with a brief moment of happiness together, gathered in a circle

p19~26 

google doc | JP transcription | proofreading: @/kudouusagi ※there are likely inaccuracies, feel free to check back.

さて！  Now, then!

あの......  Allen: Um……

ずっと同じ服装だと危険だから着替えなさい It’s dangerous to keep the same attire, so please change.

逃亡もののジョーシキ!  Common sense, for fugitives！

ここの物は自由に使っていいから Feel free to use these.

Link: 私は結構てす  I'm good.

お金のニオイがする A:  I smell money

これブランド品では．．．！？ A: These are brand-name...?!

うーんちょっと大きいな   動きやすく手直しするね Johnny: Hm, a little big. I’ll adjust it for ease of movement.

いやこれブランド品．．． A: No but wait— these are brand-name...

科学班モード [ Science Department Mode ]

昨日からずっと気になってたんですが... この高級なお宅は元帥の一体どういう......? A: I’ve been wondering since yesterday, but... what is this posh place of yours, General......?

ついでに髪も切ろっか！座ってアレン J: While we’re at it, why don’t I give your hair a cut! Sit, Allen.

ああ  はい．． A: Ah, sure...

靴はこれでいいかな Wonder if these shoes will do.

ここは私のパトロンの別邸だから気にしないで This is a secondary residence of a patron’s, so don’t mind it.

え！？  Eh?!

元帥は画家としても有名なんだよ   いくつかこういう拠点を持ってる The General is also famous as a painter. He has a few of these places.

なるほど...   師匠の愛人と似たようなものか... I see... So it’s like with Master’s lovers, huh...

あの不良と一緒にしないでね Please don’t lump me in with that hoodlum.

すみませんっ！！！   [ アレン ] Pardon, my bad!!!  [ Allen ]

パトロン......   あっ Patrons......  Ah,

クロスが一番信用してた人間に聞いてみるといい Try asking the person Cross trusted most.

オレの精神世界に在る屋敷 あの場所を目指せとクロスに言われたんだろ？ The mansion in my inner world  (lit. inner psychological world) Cross told you to head to that place, didn’t he?

はいカットできあがり～！ Cut complete~!

あのッ  ここ電話機はあります？ Um, do you have a phone (I can use)?

ジリリリリン  ジリリリリン  Riririririring  Riririririring 

なんだ  おまえか  Oh hey, it’s you.

マザーーー！！  Mother———!!

「クロス元師が一番信用してた人間」かぁ．．． The person General Cross trusted most, huh…

ネアがわざわざウォーカーにメッセージしてきたのなら 何か進展がありそうですね If Nea (went out of his way) to leave Walker this message, then there (should) likely be some progress from this.

……

心配  WORRY

でもさぁ〜〜〜  それってなんか 罠っぽく思えちゃうのは感が過ぎないのかなぁ But you know~~~  It’s just that, it seems much too like a trap.

ネアと言う男はそういう小細工を嫌うタイプかと Link: Nea seems to be the type of man to dislike such cheap tricks. (this is the revised JP script, cr for JP script: @/ponkotsubluuues)

アレンの上着をつめてます Sewing Allen’s jacket (つめて is used for e.g. ‘taking in’ a shirt, but chose ‘adjust’ since it’s vaguer  chose the more liberal option for more amusing tone)

私が思うにですが   ネアという男は   ちゃうのは考え過ぎなのかなぁ～～～～ This is (just) my opinion, but a man such as Nea might say,  “I wonder if you aren’t overthinking it~~~~”

ホントぉ〜〜〜！？  Really~~~?!

どちらかといえば”手段を選んでいられない”というように思える．．． If anything, I think it’s more like he “isn’t at liberty to choose his methods”...

ネアにとってこの現状は計画通りにいっていないのかもな Perhaps things aren’t going as planned for Nea.

わざわざメッセージを寄越したんだ 罠じゃなくても屋敷へ行ってもらいたい狙いがあんだろ おそらくネアは聖戦の真実や自分のことをモヤシに知られることを怖れていない   知って欲しいんだ He went out of his way to send this message, so even if it's not a trap, he (must have a reason) he wants him to go to that mansion. Nea likely isn’t afraid of letting the beansprout know the truth of the holy war or about himself. He wants (him) to know.

キャンベル邸には根深いものがあると思ったほうがいい It’s better to think there’s something deeply rooted within the Campbell estate.

ネアからはそれ以上の情報は聞けなかったとウォーカーは言っていたが ネアが助言してきた理由を問わなかったとは思えない 本当は何か聞いたのではないのか．．．�� でなければウォーカーがネアの言葉をすんなりと��じるわけがない Walker said he didn’t any information more than that from Nea, but I don’t think he wouldn’t question Nea's motives for giving counsel. Did he really not ask/hear anything (else)...？ Otherwise, Walker wouldn’t be believing Nea’s words without any trouble.

あの時鏡の前でウォーカーは確かにうろたえていた．．． ネアに何を言われた？ ここまできて我々に伝えることをためらうようなことがまだあるのか At that time, in front of the mirror, Walker did seem perturbed... What did Nea say to him? Is there still something he’s hesitant to share with us, who’ve come this far?

元気そうじゃないか   で？用件は何だい   Don’t you seem well.   Well? Something you need?

マザーじゃなかったら他に心当たりがないのでどうか頼みます……！ If not Mother, then I have no idea who else to ask, so please......!

あ？ Huh?

カテリーナ＂イヴ＂キャンベルという人を知りませんか？ Do you know anyone named Katerina “Eve” Campbell?

…………

？  マザー？  Mother?

．．．どこでその名を？  ...Where did you hear that name?

その．．．師匠から   幻だったかもしれませんが．．．    Well, that’s... from Master.   It might’ve just been a dream/illusion, but…

え～～と．．． でいいよな？ Eerm...   This is fine, right?

あいつめ．．． 生きていたんだね That man...  He’s alive, isn’t he.

...いつかおまえにその名を尋ねられたら   ”ある人物”を紹介するようクロスから言付かってるよ ...Cross told me that if you ever asked about that name, I should introduce you to "a certain person".

！！

この役目を果たす時がきたか．．． So it’s come time for me to fulfill this role... 

今から言うことは書いて残さず頭で覚えな From now, without writing anything down, remember what I say in your head.

ウィンダーミアの街に鳩と梟を掲げた「ズーグル」という名の古書店がある そのマスターが「宿主」を待っているだろう In the town of Windermere, there is an antiquarian bookshop named "Zoogle", raising on it a dove and an owl. Its owner will be there, waiting for “the host”.

証となるティムキャンピーをみせな   それが信用を得る唯一の合図だ As evidence, show Timcanpy as proof.   That is the sole sign to earn their trust.

……！？ ティムが．．．Tim...

マザー   実は  ティムは…… Mother.   Actually, Tim is already......

そうか．．．   アタシが言えるのはこれだけだ あとはおまえが何とかするしかないよ Is that so... That’s all I have to say. You’ll have to manage the rest.

おそらくただの古書店じゃないだろうさ 宿主だと証明できなければ殺されるかもしれない   油断するんじゃないよ It’s most likely not just any antiquarian bookstore. If you can’t prove you’re the host, they might kill you.  Don’t be careless, now.

うん  やってみます     ありがとうマザー Alright, I’ll give it a try.   Thank you, Mother.

.....はっ  Haー   なにが油断するなだ......   馬鹿かアタシは......   What’s that about carelessness...   What am I, a fool…

宿主を待ってる人物ってことはネアの協力者ってことなのかな？ The one waiting for the host, I wonder if that means he’s a collaborator of Nea’s?

すっすごく危険な気がするんだけど！ That–That sounds super dangerous!

安心しろよどこへ行こうがおまえとモヤシは危険だ Relax, no matter where you go, you and the beansprout will be in danger.

うぐぅ    それはたしかに Gerk–!    Well, that’s for certain.

そのズーグルさん？？といいクロス元帥やリンク監査官... ネアに協力したい人間って意外といるのかなぁ    何なんだろうネアって That Mr. Zoogle?? General Cross, and Inspector Link... I wonder if there aren’t a surprising amount of people who are willing to collaborate with Nea. (lit. want to) What’s with this Nea?

ギル私はもう監査官ではありませんので    何度もいいますが Gill, I’m already no longer an Inspector.    I’ve said it many times, but.

あっ    また呼んじゃった？  Ah, I called you that again, did I?

おそらくズーグル古書店はキャンベル邸への案内役．．． 危険なのはキャンベル邸だ   もしかしたらネアの生家なんじゃねぇのか 奴のホームグラウンドってわけだ The Zoogle Antiquarian Bookstore might be our guide to the Campbell Manor... The danger here is the Campbell Manor. It may be the birthplace of Nea, meaning his home ground.

ネアのメモリーが最も濃密な場所...... The place thickest with Nea’s memories...

僕もそう思う   ネアの侵食が始まってからずっと呼ばれてる気がするんです I think so as well. That place has been calling to me since Nea’s encroachment.

夕焼けに照らされたコーネリアの木……   そこに佇むあの屋敷 The mansion standing... by Cornelia’s tree, lit by the glow of the sunset

ネアの精神世界で師匠は言ってました「ここがアレン・ウォーカーの消える場所」だって それってつまり... キャンベル邸でネアが復活するって意味なのかも In Nea’s inner world, Master said “This is where Allen Walker will disappear.” So, that is to say...  Campbell Manor might be where Nea will be reborn.

このままクロス・マリアンの筋書きにのって良いのですかウォーカー Is it alright to follow along with Cross Marian’s plot like this, Walker?

いいじゃねーか    どの道ネアと白黒つけなきゃならねぇんだろ Isn’t it fine? We have to settle things (deal with matters of white/black) with Nea at any rate.

どこぞの鴉もそのほうが好都合じゃねーの？ Isn’t that more convenient for some Crow?

今はウォーカーの同行者ですのでウォーカーの決断に従います Now, I am Walker’s comrade, thus I will abide by Walker's decision.

同行者だったり協力者だったり   切り替えが大変だよなぁ A comrade and a collaborator, must be so hard switching between the two, huh.

トゲ トゲ トゲ トゲ トゲ prickly x5

ウォーカーが問題ないというのですから私も全く問題ありません   ご心配なく If Walker has no issues with it, then I am also completely without issue. No worries.

......

ギッズギス creak/grate

仲悪～い   On ba~d terms

うーん Umm...

まぁ神田の反応は仕方ないか……  リンク監査官のうしろにいるルベリエ長官の思惑もわかんないままだし Well, Kanda’s reaction can’t be helped… Since we still don’t know the intentions of Director Lvellie behind Inspector Link.

はは   確かに師匠の筋書きの通りにいっちゃってる感はありますよねー Haha, It definitely does seem like things are going according to Master’s plans...

このまま先へ進んだところで  宿主「アレン」が消える末路は変わらんぞ If things continue like this, the fate of the host “Allen” disappearing won’t change.

おまえはオレに宿主にされたんじゃない 自ら進んでその身をオレに捧げたんだよ おまえは  アポクリフォスに作り変えられてる I did not make you my host. You offered/sacrificed yourself to me of your own free will. You   were remade by Aprocryphos.

…決着をつけるために教団を出てきたんですから   このまま進みます ...Since I left the Order to settle this,   I’ll keep moving forward like this.

……

宿主の証か…… 師匠が僕にティムキャンピーを託してくれたのはこの為だったのかな Proof of the host...... I wonder if Master entrusted me with Timcanpy for this purpose.

ともだちになっていいですか……? Can I become friends with him......?

師匠もティムもずっと僕に宿主の役目を果たさせるために育ててくれたのかもしれない そうだとしても  僕にとってふたりが大事な存在なのは変わらない…… Master and Tim may have been raising me for the sake of fulfilling the role of the host all along. Even so, those two being precious existences to me will not change...... 

ずっとともだちだ You were always my friend.

どこまでも一緒に行こうなティム No matter where, let’s go there together, Tim.

着いたよ We’ve arrived.

ここで別れよう Let us part ways here.

色々とありがとうございましたティエドール元節 Thank you, General Tiedoll. For many things.

なに  大変なのはこれからだウォーカーくん What’s that?  The hard part comes now, Walker-kun.

私とユーくんは一度教団に戻り隠密に一「マナ」の墓とアポクリフォスについて調べよう 手紙も電信も危険だろうからしばらくは連絡はとれないが  必ず情報をもってキミたちを追う Yuu-kun and I will return to the Order, and secretly investigate Mana’s grave and Aprocryphos. Since letters and telegraphs are too dangerous, we won’t be able to contact you for a while, but   we’ll definitely bring you the information and follow along.

p19~26

[reasonsmandy]

Dear Eddie Roundtree

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader

✧.* you're reading part two of — "With Love, Eddie Roundtree"

✧.* summary — Eddie was enchanted by you ever since that night, and he would do anything to be by your side. Including playing detective with his best friend.

✧.* warnings — none

✧.* word count — 2.7k

✧.* 🎸 — Eddie's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — This was definitely one of my favorites, I hope you like it. I left a kind of message for you guys at the end, if you like my content please take some time to read it :) Good read 🫶🏾

Dear Eddie Roundtree,

I hope this letter finds you well. I've been wanting to write to you for weeks, but I haven't been able to because of everything that's been going on.

As you know, our night together caught the attention of Sub Rosa magazine, and the resulting photos caused a bit of a scandal. Unfortunately, my director is now trying to spin things by having me pretend to be dating my co-star. It's really frustrating, and I've been told not to contact you or see you again.

I did get your letter, though, and I loved it. You're such a good musician! And the tape you left me...I've been listening to it on repeat. Even if you didn't sing all the lines correctly, I think I like your version better.

Please don't try to reach me at the address you sent the letter to again, or my director will go ballistic. Instead, I'm going to leave some clues for you to find me. Keep an eye on my interviews and appearances - I'm going to drop some hints that will lead you to a new way to contact me. If you really want to find me, you'll need to be a little bit of a detective, but I know you're up for the challenge.

I hope you're still thinking about that night like I am. It was pretty amazing, wasn't it? If you're willing to put in the effort to find me, I promise it will be worth it.

Take care,

Y/N L/N.

Eddie read that letter for the tenth time that morning alone, it was as if that paper was the only thing keeping you attached to him. What do you mean by hints and clues? He read your words over and over again hoping to find a meaning among the letters.

He knew you would be worth looking for, and that's what he did for weeks. He filled Warren's head to help him, going in search of every magazine that mentioned your name and they were always on the lookout for any radio that announced that you were going to be there for the press.

"Man, are you sure that's what she meant?" Warren says through a yawn, flipping through the tenth magazine that night.

"Of course I'm sure, I read that letter four hundred times." Roundtree says in frustration.

"Can I read it?" Rojas asks, holding out his hand. He spends a few seconds studying the letter and then starts laughing. "Your girlfriend thinks we're Sherlock Holmes, is that it?"

"It's momentary, Warren," Eddie says, rolling his eyes. "Are you going to help me or not?"

"Okay okay, it's not here who said it anymore." He says with a shrug.

They sat for a few minutes in Silence, their ears filled only by the music playing in the background and the sound of pages turning.

Warren flips through the magazines, skimming over articles and interviews until he suddenly stops and lets out a chuckle. "Elementary, my dear Watson," he says laughing, holding up a page for Eddie to see.

"What's so funny?" Eddie asks, looking over his friend's shoulder.

Warren points to a line in the article. "I didn't know that actress had time to read at all," he reads aloud. "Looks like your girlfriend left you a clue in her favorite book."

"Give me that." Eddie pulls the magazine toward him and reads it carefully.

Y/N L/N, our hollywoodian actress is not only entertained with the scripts she has to memorize, check out here the books she is passionate about.

"I confess that in my free time I prefer to read a book instead of drowning myself in work at home. If I were to choose a favorite? Hm... I think it would be "The Shining" for sure, I read it for the first time in the library on 3rd and Maple, I could never forget how this book spoke to me. Oh, and if you happen to see a girl named Diana at that library, tell her that The Shining never gets old."

"That's it Warren!" Eddie gets up from the couch excited.

"I'm a genius." Warren smiled proudly of himself, he took a moment to think. "And now what?"

"Now we go to the library on 3rd and Maple." Roundtree felt like he was getting close to you, and he couldn't wait to feel you again.

…

Eddie and Warren stood outside the library, scanning the area for any signs of their next clue. Eddie read the magazine again, trying to make sense of the cryptic message.

"The Shining never gets old," he muttered to himself. "What the hell does that mean?"

Warren glanced over at Eddie and shrugged. "I don't know, hermano. But we're here now, might as well try to figure it out."

Eddie and Warren entered the library, scanning the place for any sign of the librarian Diana. They spotted her at the front desk, organizing a stack of books.

"Excuse me, miss," Eddie called out to her, approaching the desk. "We were hoping you could help us with something."

Diana looked up, studying Eddie and Warren with a quizzical expression. "What can I do for you gentlemen?"

"We're looking for a specific book," Eddie said. "It's called 'The Shining."

Diana's eyes widened slightly in recognition. "Ah, yes. The Shining. A great book. It never gets old."

Eddie and Warren exchanged a look, knowing that those were the exact words you had used in your interview. This was definitely the right place.

"We were actually hoping for a little more help," Eddie said, flashing Diana a charming smile. "You see, we're trying to track down this person for a special project. Would you happen to have any information on her?"

Diana paused, considering their request. "Well, I do have a note she asked me to handle. She's doing an interview on the radio tomorrow at noon. Perhaps that would be a good place to start." She says handing over a note with this written on it

Eddie and Warren exchanged a look of triumph. This was it, the first real lead in their search for you.

"Thank you so much," Eddie said, flashing Diana a grateful smile. "You've been a great help."

As they turned to leave, Diana called out after them. "And remember, The Shining never gets old!"

Eddie and Warren couldn't help but smile, knowing that they had just received their first real clue.

…

"You know what Eddie, I'm enjoying this whole detective thing." Warren says, biting into his sandwich as they both wait in front of the radio for the interview. "In case we go back to eating pocket toast, I'll become a private detective."

Eddie looks at his friend and starts laughing. "The ideas that pop into your head, are you sure this is the right station?"

"We've already checked about twenty times Eddie, relax." Rojas gets up going towards the sink, to wash the glass he had used.

As they wait, the radio host announces the upcoming interview with you, the famous actress who has taken Hollywood by storm. Eddie and Warren look at each other in excitement, knowing this is the moment they've been waiting for.

As your voice comes through the speakers, Eddie leans in closer to the radio, hanging on to every word, Warren takes his notebook ready to make notes. You talk about your life before fame, your struggles, and your favorite places to go. And then talking about your memories, they catch attention about one thing.

"You know, before I became famous, there was this little bar I used to go to all the time. It was called The Blue Note, and it was my favorite spot to unwind after a long day of auditions."

Warren's eyes light up as he recognizes the name of the bar. "I know that place! I used to have a thing with the barista, she was a real fox."

Eddie rolls his eyes. "Focus, Warren. We have a clue to follow."

"It was such a special place, I miss going there." Eddie hears your laugh and his heart skips a beat. "The barista there is a great friend of mine, if you go there and meet her one day ask for the Y/N classic. I'm sure you won't regret it, it's delicious!"

"Turns out this barista is going to be very helpful, uh." Eddie looks at Warren who smiles excitedly.

As the interview comes to an end, Eddie and Warren make their way to The Blue Note, ready to see what the next clue will lead them to.

…

The bar is dimly lit, with low hanging lights casting a warm glow over the wooden tables and chairs. The sound of clinking glasses and murmured conversations fills the air, creating a cozy and intimate atmosphere. The barista, a black woman with curly hair that falls over her shoulders, greets Warren with a warm smile and a playful wink.

"Well, well, well, look who decided to come back," she says, playfully flipping her hair. "I thought you would have found a new favorite spot by now."

Warren grins and leans in closer. "I could never abandon this place, not with you working here."

Warren and her talked for a little bit until Eddie comes inside to join them, ordering the "classic Y/N" and when he does so she looks at him, surprised.

"Oh that's a good one, actually one of my favorites" She says, still smiling and starting the drink. "How do you know the drink? Are you close to her? I say it because she doesn't usually comment with many people that she has this drink here."

"Yeah, she's a good friend of ours," Eddie replies.

The barista nods, "I haven't seen her around in a while. How's she doing?"

"Actually, that's what we're trying to figure out, pretty girl," Warren answers, winking at the barista.

She laughs and flirts back, "Well, if you see her again, tell her Amanda says hi."

Warren takes the opportunity to continue the flirtatious banter, "Sure thing, Amanda. Maybe we'll even bring her along next time we come here."

The barista smiles, "That would be great. By the way, I heard you guys are exploding with the band. You have a show coming up?"

Eddie nods, "Yeah, we do. Why do you ask?"

"Well, Y/N always loved your album, especially the song 'The River'. She likes it so much that maybe one day she'll see it live, like... the next show, who knows," Amanda says with a suggestive tone.

Eddie and Warren exchange a knowing look, realizing that this could be another clue to finding you.

…

As Warren counts down to the beginning of 'The River' Eddie's heart beats faster, his eyes desperately searching the crowd for you. As Daisy danced wildly across the stage, Billy felt the music with everything he had inside him and Warren waved his hair in the wind; he could only scan every face in that audience looking for you.

You had managed to escape all that running around on set, excited to finally see Eddie again, if all went well. You asked your manager to help you get backstage and with the right contacts you were there walking back and forth waiting for the song to end. His hands shook from nervousness, you saw him feeling the music but distressed he was looking for you among everyone there, you smiled with his lost face, you found it so cute.

"Miss L/N, Mr Roundtree's dressing room has been cleared for you." A security guard tells you, guiding you to the place.

Eddie's energy dropped as he didn't notice you in the middle of everyone, he felt a tightness in his chest thinking that maybe deep down all this had been a big delusion, a huge coincidence, a mistake, or maybe a bad joke. Warren noticed his abstinence in the environment and knew his friend would be upset, and after they thanked the audience, Rojas handed him a bottle of water.

"I'm sorry man, I really thought we were close." Warren tries to comfort his friend who just shakes his head, heading towards his dressing room.

As Eddie walks into his dressing room, he closes the door behind him and takes a deep breath, trying to shake off the disappointment of not finding you in the crowd.

But then he hears a soft voice behind him, "You know, Eddie, it's not that hard to find me."

He turns around to see you standing there, leaning against the door with a coy smile on your face. You're wearing a sleek black dress that shows off your curves, and your hair is styled in loose waves that frame your face perfectly.

Eddie's eyes widen in surprise as he stares at you, almost unable to believe that you're really there. "Pretty girl… didn't see you in the crowd."

"I know," you say, walking towards him. "I wanted to surprise you. And I thought I'd wait until the song was over, so I could have you all to myself."

Eddie's heart starts to race as you approach him, and he can feel the heat rising in his cheeks. He's been waiting for this moment for so long, and now that it's finally here, he can hardly believe it.

As you reach him, you put your hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating under your touch.

"I've missed you, Eddie," you whisper, looking up at him with a mix of longing and desire in your eyes, he doesn't wait any longer and kisses you tenderly.

As you continue to kiss, your bodies press together, and your hands roam each other's bodies, exploring and rediscovering the curves and dips that you have longed for. Eddie's hands glide up and down your back, tracing the outline of your beautiful dress, while yours wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. You break the kiss for a moment, both breathing heavily, your eyes locked in an intense gaze.

Eddie leans down to kiss your neck, feeling your soft skin against his lips, while you run your fingers through his hair, sending shivers down his spine. Your bodies move as one, your passion building with each passing moment, until you are lost in a whirlwind of desire.

After that intense make out, Eddie pulls away slightly to look into your eyes. His breath is heavy, and his heart is pounding in his chest. He runs his fingers through your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear.

"I've missed you so much," he says, his voice low and husky.

"I've missed you too," you reply, smiling up at him.

Eddie takes your hand and leads you to the couch in his dressing room, pulling you onto his lap. He holds you close, his hands running up and down your back.

"I don't ever want to be away from you again," he whispers in your ear.

"And you won't have to, my recordings are over today." You say wrapping your arms around his neck. "After the press tour I'm finally free."

"I can't wait to have you all to myself." He says kissing you again, having you around was wonderful.

You hear the door behind you open, the drummer was there with his sticks in hand, a wide smile on his face and arms crossed. "I'm a wonderful detective!" He says laughing, before leaving.

...

Hi, I hope you are well. Passing by to let you know that next week my content will be relatively less frequent, I usually post every day but I confess that my creativity is really crappy... So, as I feel that the feedback has been smaller too, I will dedicate myself more to your requests and try to deliver my best, I'm trying to write things that are not very similar to what I've already posted here, so if you want to make me a request (especially if it's about djats actors) tell me what exactly do you want me to write that is different from the other stories I brought on my profile.

I'll be writing your requests until next week (but if you sent me something and I couldn't write it by then, don't worry, when my exams are over I will write) because after that my college exams will come and I'll be swamped studying, I hope you don't forget about me in my absence :)

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[trans-jon-rights]

Aight. Here we go for TMAGP time.

SPOILER WARNING FOR TMAGP 16

HDUGKGUDFZHHLKNVX HE DID NOT JUST 'HELLO JON US'

Aight, CAT1RB here we go, gonna update the list. 'Antisocial' though, not sure what to expect. The Lonely maybe. Or maybe how antisocial it might be to gurgle into a tape recorder in front of a girl.

Poor Alice, is it about the encounter ?

*checks date* it happens ten days after the Mowbray case

I'm sorry, she DIED ??? And the recorder disappeared ? Hm.

Chester !! So, how are the Horrors ?

Oh, a social media. Welp, the title makes sense now. We got an influencer Avatar. That's the second one, I bet they're buddies or smt.

OH INK5OUL !!! IS IT THEIR VOICE ?? ITS THEM !!!

'So as I'm getting Marked' hm. Hm. HM.

Okay so the girl in episode 2 didn't lie, it definitely sounds painful.

'Ink5oul drama' oooh what did they do. Is it about the grave robbing ?

Oh, yeah, Alex, you perfectly mastered the influencer discourse in the script, and Ki Griffin (VA) your voice is perfect for this. Omg I really feel like I'm listening to a Tiktok rant.

DIG.

It's always about the grave robbing innit.

Oh no :( they aren't good :(((

WAIT ARE THAT HOSPITAL SOUNDS ????

'Something wrong with my heart' shit they did something with the tattoo

FUCK NO I DONT WANT THEM TO DIE.

WAIT DID THE TATTOO JUST ???? DID THAT SOUND ?????? WTF ??

Tea and coffee trope let's go.

Lena hiii

Oh stop being mean and wait that was a stupid thing I agree.

Yess Gwen girlboss :)

Final Comments :

I'm less sure it happened ten days after last episode. What's sure is that the case had been assessed on the 15th, but Alice's encounter likely happened many days later, even later than Luke's concert. The concert was said to happen 'tomorrow', and I don't think Alice came back to the office traumatised days after her encounter.

For the CAT1RB, still nothing new, it's about Ink5oul, and it doesn't clash with the theory so I'm rolling with it (hah). I think rank B is for Avatars only, which would have some pretty sick implications about Mr Bonzo.

I'm not sure what Ink5oul did with the victim's heart, but I think I want to leave it like that, because whatever it is, the fleshy sounds are more terrifying than anything else.

This statement makes me think of The Flesh, because of, y’know, tattoo on skin, plus the SFX at the end, but also Lonely, with the whole social media isolation thing. Plus obv the Buried because DIG. Maybe reminds me of that one TMA statement where a thing comes out of a guy's shoulder (MAG 194).

I wonder if we will get to hear some of Gwen's training by Lena tho.

On other notes, I think Alex definitely needs to spend less time on the Internet because seriously. This script was perfect, but it's very disturbing that he was the one to write it. I'm way younger and I have no idea what are these words.

[shiraki-yurara]

On-Screen Lovers Part 2 Story Event - Jace - Chapter 1

Disclaimer: Morganatic Idol belongs to Cybird & ABC Frontier.

My Notes: Translation is for entertainment purpose only. Translation may or may not be correct. Please ignore any grammar mistakes.

One night during a busy yet fulfilling life-----

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(Phew…… I was busy today so I'm a little late.)

Rina: Hm? That is……

When I walked into the dining room on my way home from work, I found Jace-san and Sakura-san there.

Sakura: So, here's the script.

Jace: Hmm, I'll check it out.

Jace-san received a thick booklet from Sakura-san.

(I just heard it was a script…… What kind of material is that?)

I was wondering how to call out to him when Jace-san noticed me.

Jace: Welcome back, Rina-chan. Did you just get home?

Sakura: Ah, good work. I didn't even notice.

Rina: Both of you, good work.

I walked over to Jace-san, he gave me a gentle embrace and kissed me on the cheek.

Rina: Ah, Jace-san. Just now is embarrassing.

Sakura: It's true. If you're going to flirt, I hope you pick the right time and place.

Jace: Eh~? If your girlfriend appeared in front of you, wouldn't you normally do something like this?

Jace-san, with a pout on his face, put his arms around my waist, so I quickly made a suggestion.

Rina: In that case, why don't we go to your room, Jace-san? I'd like to have a long talk with you.

Jace: Oh, that's a good idea. So, Eito-san, can we call it quits now?

Sakura: That's fine. I gave you what I wanted to give you, so you can relax for today.

Jace: Okay--, good night then.

Rina: Good night, excuse us.

After bowing to Sakura-san, I left the dining room with Jace-san.

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Rina: Was what you were talking about earlier with Sakura-san about a new job or something?

Jace: Hmm? Oh, yeah. I was given a script.

Jace-san nodded as he sat down next to me on the couch.

Jace: Actually, I've been offered a lead role in a movie right now.

(A movie! Moreover, he said a lead role just now……)

Rina: That's amazing. Jace-san, this is your first time working in a movie, right?

Jace: Yeah, so I'm a little nervous.

Apparently, the movie was a romance movie about forbidden love, and Jace-san's role was that of “a spy who falls in love with a woman from a rival organization”.

Jace: I have a meeting and script reading coming up, so I need to check it before then.

I quickly flicked through the script that Jace-san gave me.

Rina: Wow…… There's a lot of action scenes, it looks exciting.

Rina: And Jace-san's character is…… how should I put it…… a wild man?

Jace: Ahaha, that's right. The so-called "Ora Ora" type.

Jace: It's quite different from my image, but I think they purposely chose me for the role.

Rina: Purposely?

As I tilted my head, Jace-san nodded slowly.

Jace: Yeah, I've been friends with the director of this movie since we started shooting music videos.

Jace: He has been telling me for a while that it would be good if I branched out more.

Jace: That was something I was thinking about too, so this talk came at a good time.

Jace-san's expression was gentle as he spoke, and his trust in the director was clear.

(It’s such a wonderful story……)

Rina: Certainly, Jace-san, you have recently been actively accepting offers that go beyond the framework of an idol.

Rina: The public's reactions also said that you have become more human and attractive……

Jace: That's right, and they said I could show more of my different sides.

Rina: After hearing about it, I am really looking forward to it.

Jace: Hehe, if Rina-chan has high expectations of me, then I'm super motivated~

Jace: It's my first role so I'm a bit nervous, but I'll see it through.

Seeing his smile made my heart warm too.

At that moment, Jace narrowed his eyes dazzlingly and-----

Rina: ? Eh…… Nnn.

Suddenly the distance between us became zero and our lips lightly touched.

As I let out a cry at the sweet sensation, Jace-san smiled slightly.

Jace: Sorry for the suddenness. But as we were talking, I felt like kissing you……

Jace: After all, it's thanks to you that the scope of my work has expanded like this, right?

Rina: Thanks to me?

Jace: Yes……, I changed after meeting you.

Jace: That's why I think I was able to be entrusted with a different job than I had been doing before.

Rina: Jace-san……

Jace: Thank you so much. I'm always grateful to you, Rina-chan.

Rina: That’s…… I'm really happy to be by your side, too.

Rina: There are days when we can't meet because of work, but I'm always happy whenever we can spend time alone together……

When I told him this in a shy tone, Jace-san groaned, as if he couldn't stand it.

Jace: ~~~, why is my girlfriend so cute?

Rina: Eh? Kyaa……

Jace-san embraced me and we collapsed onto the couch.

When I hurriedly looked up after being pushed down, a beautiful face appeared before my eyes.

Jace: ……Then let's make out as much as we want.

Rina: !

Jace: Once the filming begins, we'll have even less time to meet than we do now.

Jace: I need to feel you while I still can.

His voice was filled with sorrow as he pleaded, making my heart ache.

(I want to spend more time with Jace-san too……)

Filled with love, I stretched out my arms and wrapped them around his neck.

Jace: ! Rina-chan?

Rina: I'm happy to see you doing well, Jace-san, and I'm really looking forward to this movie.

Rina: So I will do my best to support the filming so that it goes smoothly and the movie becomes a hit.

Rina: But……, Jace-san, just like you, I'm sure I'll get lonely during the filming.

Rina: I want to touch you right now……

Jace: Rina-chan……

The conversation broke off, and our lips met again.

The kiss quickly turned into a deeper one.

Rina: Nnn, ah……

Jace: Fufu, so cute. You already looked charmed.

Rina: ……Please don’t say it.

Jace: Hmm, what should I do? I want to see you being embarrassed more.

The conversations we had in between kisses made me feel a ticklish sensation.

Just touching someone I love could make me feel so fulfilled-----

(I didn’t know this until I met Jace-san.)

Rina: I love you, Jace-san.

Jace: I love you too. I won't let you go today so prepare yourself.

Rina: Yes……

Embraced by his warm arms, I surrendered to the feeling of happiness.

[rivalmelty]

one (1) person asked (@saltasaurus-loricatus) so i’m gonna ramble about my ranpo and fyodor narrative foils brainworms

possible spoiler warning under the cut

you’ll have to forgive the jumbled nature of my thoughts and if i forget anything bc i don’t have the manga/light novels/anime pulled up right this second to double check specifics these are more broad thoughts that ive been reiterating to friends over the years

okay so it’s not a detail in ln3 that’s explicitly stated but in the anime adaptation of untold origins, V is something to do with one fyodor dostoevsky and the way its place timeline wise the story of the play is a hell of a lot more in line with fyodor’s whole methodology even going as far as to “kidnap” (in quotations bc ranpo planned for it) ranpo simply because he was loudly parading around his own ability

now asagiri probably set this up as a way to show how the agency and fyodor have been both intertwined and diametrically opposed to each other since the beginning but To Me with the nature of the agency hinging on ranpo almost exclusively (you need a detective to have a detective agency) i took the first sentence of this paragraph and swapped out ‘the agency’ for ‘ranpo’

there’s also these four seconds in the s5 anime opening and when i tell you the psychological damage i took seeing fyodor and ranpo in the rainstorm while dazai was in the light i have a whole powerpoint presentation of the symbolisms and understanding of just these four seconds istg it has to mean something or anything especially when we know asagiri is at least somewhat involved in the anime scripts but i digress ill just say that fyodor facing the storm with his back to the audience vs ranpo facing the audience with his back to the storm is once again showing just how similar they are as characters even as opposing figureheads of their own organizations (fighting back the worms in my brain that want me to only talk about the significance of four seconds)

we know fyodor main motivation in bsd that being to eliminate ability users as they are a sin on mankind or whatever this is my main talking point with these two bc there’s only been two instances (i think) where fyodor and ranpo are within the same vicinity: the end of untold origins and right before the creation of amenogozen godman (which there is also a whole tangent for my. hm. como se dice frustration around that which might or might not end up in here idk) only two despite how ranpo aligns perfectly in fyodor’s motivations let me elaborate

in untold origins we know that V has a thing against ability users it falls in line with fyodor’s ideals still he watches ranpo (now idk if fyodor is aware this early on that ranpo doesn’t have an ability but we know dazai mentions it in prison that ranpo surpasses even ability users implying his lack of one) bc at this point we as an audience know ranpo isn’t gifted and if fyodor is successful, he would be the only main member of the ada to survive the wiping out of all ability users and even then ranpo could continue natsume’s wishes in retrieving the book and fixing everything single-handedly since we know ranpo would go to any lengths for his family (this would be where i would tangent again and yap about demon ranpo to my friends)

last year i said to my friend “if asagiri reveals that fyodor’s motives all stem from ranpo because if he wants a world without abilities and ranpo is like some all perfect man without an ability as god intended or something like that then like ranpo is proof that the world would be better without abilities thus resulting in the beginning of v into the doa i will explode” now i no longer think that his whole way of thinking stems from ranpo since now we know his ability however i would not be surprised if the creation of the doa was because of ranpo and fukuzawa since i dont think we ever got a why as to their origins and bc of fukuchi’s involvement a sort of tether to the agency and by extension ranpo

here’s another quote i’ve said to my friend about ranpo fyodor “the other man (ranpo) who is greatness personified and without an ability as [fyodor] so desires, surrounds himself with ability users and would risk anything for their safety ‘ranpo is everything the world could be’” and yet ranpo runs head first into a tripolar singularity to save the one man who he trusts wholeheartedly even if that man has placed his trust in the wrong hands leaving ranpo to have to pick up the pieces. ranpo still runs towards fukuzawa as a man without an ability as a kid with only one person to look out for him ranpo still runs even if he won’t survive to see an after and that’s where we are today

ranpo and fyodor being narrative foils yet ranpo has all but disappeared from the airport from fyodor’s line of sight from the narrative and i don’t understand but for the sake of holding myself off from yet another tangent i’ll leave it at that

sorry if that’s all over the place and incoherent i’m just not normal about them and the possibilities and everything that there is and that there is not i just find them so interesting and unexpected as foils considering their irl works but also i can’t really read irl dostoevsky i just didn’t click with it but im gonna be done with this if yall want to talk more about this please i would love to i love talking bsd theory sm

[buff-borf-bork]

oh! and here's the teeny tiny scripts i applied with!

a fluff one and a nsfw one!

they were my first ever scripts to lol, very silly and hard to read, the both of them 🤣

Horticulture boyfriend (fluff):

Characters:

Horticulture Boyfriend (HB)

Time and place: 

Daytime, in his greenhouse

FX:     HB humming, sound of pruning scissors

HB:     Oh, is that a brown leaf here, a wilt there? Don’t worry, we’ll keep you healthy and happy.

HB:     Aw look at that, the whole leaf’s pink! Lovely but… (sighs) Bad for your health.  Sorry little guy. 

FX:     Snips

FX:     HB humming again, a door clicks open and closed. Snipping stops.

HB:     Hm? Oh, my blossom! What a nice surprise.

FX:     Tools set down, picks up small item. Footsteps towards Yn

HB:     Hold on dear, stay right there.

FX:     Fabric rustling, HB pins flower pin to the front of Yn’s shirt and keeps his hand there.

HB:     (smiling chuckle) There we are, a blossom for my blossom. Do you like it? It’s a small vial with a pin backing and I add sprig of maiden’s breath. Do you know what that means?

FX:     Soft fabric rubbing, as he brushes his thumb back and forth besides the pin.

HB:     Everlasting love, joy, and sweet beauty. All things I feel when I’m with you.

HB:     Even sweet beauty, it’s not just how you look. Being with you, everything is more beautiful.

FX:     HB gets closer.

HB:     It’s like the world bends around you to match the beauty you bring, the sun is brighter, the shadows welcoming and more fascinating.

HB:     (chuckles) I should ask you to stay in the green house with me more often, give the plants something to aspire to.

HB:     And when those wilt away, we can add something new to it. (sighs) It’ll be like giving you a little love note each time!

FX:     Door clicks open as someone else enters the green house.

HB:     Huh? Uh, please close the door behind you! I’ll be right back, my blossom.

FX:     Kiss on the cheek followed by footsteps away.

HB:     (voice growing more distant as HB goes to check on the new person) Excuse me, hi! How can I help you?

Bragger boyfriend (NSFW):

Characters:

Bragger/hacker boyfriend (BB)

Boyfriend who gets off on knowing other people wants yn, and hacks into algorithms to make sure Yn’s posts do super well.

Time and place:

At his computer at night, alone, talking to himself.

-Scene-

FX:     opening up laptop, keyboard clicking, tapping on track pad.

#:       BB is scanning darling’s social media page to see if they posted photos from today.

BB:     Alright, so, did you or did you not upload it?

BB:     (chuckles) There it is~

#:       Drag out ‘there’ like theeere

BB:     Looking like a smoke show as always babe. (sighs happily)

BB:     Alright, then let’s get to work.

FX:     Keyboard tapping.

BB:     … And there! The algorithm loves you baby. Everyone’s gonna love you.

#:       drag out ‘and’.

FX:     Takes a deep breath and taps nails/fingers for a moment.

BB:     Ahahaha! Yes, look at you, racking up those likes and favorites. And look at those comments…

BB:     Oh hoho, these creeps~ Well, you don’t need to see any of that…

FX:     Takes a deep breath as he scrolls through, and chuckle, fabric rustling as he rearranges himself.

BB:     Damn, these people love you. And they should. From a distance.

BB:     They can look all they want, that’s the point of posting right? They can look but they’ll never see you like I get to. No matter how much they want to.

FX:     Rustling of clothes as he rubs himself through his pants.

BB:     Fuck, these sleazes want you bad, delete, delete, delete, (groans), now that one’s fucked up.

FX:     Sound of his zipper.

BB:     (shuddering breath) Don’t worry babe, I’ll get rid of these disgusting, leering comments.

#:       Drag out the word ‘don’t’ with the breath

FX:     Keyboard clicking as his breathing picks up.

BB:     Of course they want you, anybody would, but they don’t get you. They don’t get to know how you smell or taste, they just have to imagine.

BB:     But I know. You let me know you so well, you let me and only me get so close to you, to your heart. (moans)

BB:     Because you trust me. Of course you do, of course you can. No stupid algorithm gets to hide you, and you’ll never have to read one of these terrible comments.

#:       voice shakes on “comments”.

BB:     (swallows hard) Now, lets see how they like this. God, you were so cute, wanting to take our picture together like that. Bet everyone else will agree~

FX:     Keyboard clicking and fabric rustling as he readjusts himself more.

BB:     (chuckles breathlessly) That’s right~ See how happy they are with me. See how taken they are.

BB:     Look how many immediately went to our page, immediately tried to see more of you! And how many of them are so disappointed when they see me next to you. (small moan/whimper)

BB:     (panting, heavy breath) And you deserve it, deserve the attention. They should want you, want you like I do.

BB:     (laughs) Look at that, those jealous words, (moans), all the jealousy won’t give them your love though, right? Oh the feeling of you wrapped tight around—(gasps)

BB:     (chokes out a moan, panting)

BB:     (swallows hard) Alright, alright.

FX:     Clothes rustling as he gathers himself and zips his pants back up.

BB:     Let’s clean up the last of these and, heh, the rest of me, and you babe, can enjoy all your latest clout in the morning~