#i just felt the reunion wasn't emotional enough you know??

[ninibeingdelulu]

Old ghost ✧

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Plot: Leon thought you were dead, that you were one of the person he failed to protect in Racoon city. But in another perilous mission where he need to rescue a woman he don’t know the identity, he find you.

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The rickety wooden beams groaned in protest under Leon's boots as he crept through the derelict farmhouse, rifle raised and eyes scanning the shadows.

The musty air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and a deeper, visceral reek he had encountered too many times before - the stench of the bioweapon outbreak festering through these lands.

He paused beside a low window, risking a quick peek outside. The overgrown courtyard was still and silent but for the gentle sway of the cornfields in the arid breeze.

Too quiet...which only set his nerves further on edge. Having the official mission briefing be so sparse on details never boded well in his line of work.

All he knew was that a woman had been abducted, presumably by the deranged cult the reports mentioned. The faceless government handler gave no name or description for the target - standard protocol to avoid emotional compromises in the field.

Just another civilian to extract from a hellish biohazard zone. It was his grim routine at this point after surviving the Raccoon City Incident.

Footsteps in the hall behind him made Leon whirl, thrusting the muzzle toward the cracked doorway. His calloused finger tensed on the trigger as a lithe figure slipped into view.

The rifle clattered to the rotting floor as white-hot shock lanced through him. Those vivid big eyes, the tumble of raven hair falling over her heart-shaped face...it couldn't be...

"You..." he rasped, the word little more than a strangled whisper.

You looked just as stunned, chest heaving as you instinctively shrank back against the wall. Haunted shadows clung to your sunken features, lingering remnants of torment etched into your skin.

But it was unmistakably you.

Alive.

"Leon?" Your voice trembled with equal disbelief, eyes searching his in naked hope and fear.

His mind spun, denials crashing against the truth standing so fragile before him. You were supposed to be dead, one of the countless victims he failed in Raccoon City all those years ago.

That loss had cleaved into him deeper than any wound until he felt hollowed out, hardened to protect what little still remained of himself.

But the woman he loved more than life itself lived. You were here, in the flesh.

An agonized noise tore from Leon's throat as he surged forward, crushing you against his solid frame in a desperate embrace.

He buried his face into the crook of your neck, clutching you so tightly it had to hurt, but he didn't care. Tactile reassurance that this wasn't some cruel delirium.

"You're alive," he choked out in a guttural rasp, the first blistering tears he'd shed in years scalding his cheeks. "Oh god, you're alive..."

Leon held you with trembling arms, his body wracked with waves of emotions he thought had calcified long ago in Raccoon City's ashes. Grief, joy, disbelief - they pummeled him in a dizzying cyclone around the central truth.

You, his whole world, were alive and real against him once more.

He pulled back just enough to drink in every detail of your face, to sear the memory behind his eyelids in case this miraculous reunion was torn away again.

His calloused fingers tenderly brushed the hair back from your brow as tears blurred his vision.

"How...?" The broken rasp was almost inaudible past the tightness in Leon's throat.

"I watched the city fall. I thought..." He couldn't finish, couldn't give voice to the years of torment believing you among the countless dead.

Your own eyes shimmered as you lifted a trembling hand to cup his whiskered jaw.

There were so many answers to unravel, so much time to reclaim between both of you. But in that fragile moment, words seemed hopelessly inadequate.

Instead you leaned up, fitting your lips to his in a searing kiss that branded down to your soul. It unlocked a floodgate inside, every worry and horror washing away in the wake of this reunion's tidal force.

This was real, you were alive - nothing else mattered.

Leon gasped softly against your mouth before surrendering completely. His arms crushed you impossibly closer as he drank you in with desperate, needful strokes of his tongue.

The taste, the feel, the pure essence of you overwhelmed his senses like a man finally shown the sun after an eternity of darkness.

When you finally broke apart, foreheads pressed together, his piercing gaze bored into yours with renewed determination. A steely promise alongside the tenderness.

"I won't let anything happen to you again," Leon vowed in a low rumble.

"Not this time. I'll keep you safe no matter what..." You felt the steel resolve thrumming through Leon's powerful frame as he cradled you protectively.

Even after believing you lost for so long in the Raccoon City nightmare, his instincts to shield and safeguard you were inviolable. An unbreakable vow sealed behind that piercing blue stare.

Calloused fingers brushed feather-light over your bruised cheek as his throat worked.

"Who did this to you?" The gruff demand held an unmistakable edge that could slice through bone.

"Tell me everything that happened."

Clutching his solid warmth, you gathered the frayed threads of your story in a shuddering breath. You confessed to the night the cult fanatics breached the safehouse, slaughtering your fellow survivors in a wave of blades and implanted bioweapons.

How you alone were taken as some perverse sacrifice, enduring unspeakable rites and torments at their village.

Leon's jaw hardened to granite with each harrowing detail laid bare, legendary restraint the only force keeping his fury banked. When you finally fell silent, throat raw, his arms contracted around you in a crushing embrace.

"I'm so sorry," he rasped against your hair, the first fissures creeping through his ironclad control.

"I should've been there, should've protected you. I failed you again..."

The self-recrimination lacing his tone lanced straight through your battered heart. You cupped Leon's etched cheek, stroking the faint stubble as you met his tortured stare.

"No, Leon. You came for me, like you always have." You pressed your forehead to his in a grounding kiss.

"You're my guardian angel."

His thick lashes swept down as he crushed you closer, shielding you with the bulk of his body.

"Not anymore guardian angels," he murmured in a low rumble that reverberated through you both. "This time I'll be the vengeful archangel raining catastrophe on these cultist scum."

You shivered at the dark timbre, the promise of unleashed devastation it carried. Leon's reputation for relentless, borderline-supernatural lethality was utterly deserved.

And you realized with visceral clarity that nothing would be left intact when he carved his path of recompense - not after believing you among the departed souls for so long.

A fierce protectiveness flared bright in your chest as you gazed up at this indomitable man, your hero reforged in crucible after crucible. He had already surrendered so much in the line of duty.

You refused to let him sacrifice even an ounce more of his precious humanity for your sake.

"Just promise me one thing," you entreated in a murmur, hands fisted in his tattered shirt.

"After we put these monsters down...let me be the one to save you this time, Leon."

His intense stare burned into you for a prolonged beat before giving a fractional nod, understanding the vow you sealed between your profoundly bonded souls.

A portrait of your determination painted across the facets of his own eyes.

Then his mouth crashed over yours once more in a searing, desperate kiss that tasted of shared desperation and newfound hope on the razor's edge.

An inferno stoked by your mere presence, reminding him to keep fighting against the ever-creeping darkness.

He was no longer your guardian angel , but the fallen angel who fell in love deeply.

His memories of you only brought him darkness, but now, you would be the light blazing away his shadows.

[sunny44]

Reunions on the track

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Ex best friend!reader

Warnings: fights

Summary: Charles and Y/n have known each other since they were five years old, but with the start of his motorsport career they lost touch.

Years later, when Charles was driving for Ferrari in Formula 1 and Y/n had a degree in photography, their paths crossed again when she was hired as the team's new photographer.

I was accustomed to the Formula 1 circus.

The roar of engines, the team's hustle and bustle, cameras always pointed in his direction. But on this sunny morning, I was surprised with something or someone to be more specific. I entered the Scuderia Ferrari pitlane and that’s when I saw her, with her back turned to him, skillfully handling a camera. Y/n. Her name echoed in his mind like an echo from the past.

I assumed from the camera in her hand that she had filled the vacancy at Ferrari.

"Are you kidding me?" Charles muttered, addressing Mattia Binotto, the head of the Ferrari team. "Is Y/n here?"

Mattia smiled, as if he knew this could cause turbulence.

“Surprise, Charles. She’s our new photographer. Y/n has an incredible eye for capturing the most intense moments of the races.”

I made an effort to control the flood of emotions rising in me. Me and Y/n had been inseparable friends since childhood, but we drifted apart over time, especially when my career in motorsport took off.

We hadn't spoken in years, and now she is here, on the same team as me.

Our friendship was perfect, we had known each other forever, and I remember our mothers saying that we would definitely get married if we just got older. Over time, I realized that I had feelings for her, and I was willing to wait until we were old enough and then confess my feelings to her. But then everything changed.

I started rapidly advancing through categories, and then I just stopped talking to her.

I stood there for a few minutes just looking at her until Y/n finally turned around, and their gazes met. It wasn't a warm and joyful reunion. On the contrary, there was a moment of tense silence before Y/n broke it.

"Charles Leclerc, the Ferrari golden boy." she said, with a sarcastic smile. "Who would have thought you'd become so famous, huh?"

Charles felt his face grow warm.

“Don’t start Y/n.”

"Don't start? You just disappear from my life when you started winning races, and I'm the one who can't say anything?"

I don't know why, but I didn't think she would be this hostile.

"I was busy, Y/n. You know how life is in F1."

"Busy or not, you could have found a way to stay in touch. But, of course, you had more important things to do than to care about me." She looked at me, hurt. "But who am I to blame you, right? After all, with fame and beautiful models hanging on your neck all the time, I wouldn't mean anything to you anyway."

Those words hit Charles like a punch in the stomach. He knew he had made mistakes, but he never imagined that Y/n was so hurt.

"I'm sorry, Y/n. I should have been a better friend." She let out an exasperated sigh.

"It doesn't matter anymore. I'm here to do my job," she said sternly. "You just need to pretend that I mean nothing to you; I don't think it will be that difficult."

I simply nodded, realizing that the situation was far from resolved. While the engines roared in the background, indicating that I had to get into the car next.

And, of course, I spent the entire practice session thinking about how to have her back in my life.

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Disobedience

PAIRINGS: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader

SUMMARY: Simon warned you not to go out, but a quick trip to the local pub doesn't seem like a bad idea.

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

TW: angst, comfort. overprotective!simon, reader is careless, pregnancy, established relationship. another part(? idk. poorly edited. mind the english. you know the drill 💗🌝

A/N: heh, so i'm down with —another— cold and I was just drifting off to sleep thanks to the meds when this idea hit me so i had to write it down, wish it was longer though, was planning on adding more angst but if this does well a second part might happen; (simon's still mad at reader🌚). enjoy🍂🌝

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"So you did exactly what I specifically told you not to do?" He mutters, pacing back and forth in front of you, who could only stare up at him with wide eyes and parted lips. You had never seen him this mad. Not in the two years of relationship you so carefully built up.

It happened the night before he was supposed to return from deployment.

Simon had been gone for two months to a special operation with the task force or so he had told you. He couldn't disclose much about his work so he gave you little-to-no information regarding his mission and part of you felt relieved, he had said countless of times that there were things that he never wanted you to learn about. So you just did what you knew best: hug him and love him endlessly. And he did the same for you.

God knows Simon Riley loved you.

But going out for a few drinks —although you really didn't have any, thank the tiny human growing inside you— seemed harmless. Catching up with your small group of three friends after not seeing each other for months was something that couldn't kill anyone. And in all honesty you were going crazy. Needed a distraction. Fresh air. Break the routine you had fallen onto.

Simon had been gone for a while, and it's something you accepted when you started dating. So he wasn't the one to blame at all. Just like it wasn't his fault that you blatantly disobeyed him when he had called you through a secure line.

'Listen to me, love.' You could practically hear the worry in his voice. Things have taken a turn, yeah? I need you to stay in. Word's spreading these terrorists are targeting... families. I- I just need you to be safe yeah? Until I get home. It'll take a day tops. We don't wanna risk it. Jus' wait for me, please."

Needless to say that you had agreed at first, and it didn't took much convincing from your friends to drag you out. After all, Simon had made sure that you were off the radar to these terrorist or mercenaries. He put so much care to your safety, little people knew about your existence; so there was no reason to be worried right? A few hours of mingling then you'd go back. it's not like you could stand being out for so long either way.

The small bump on your belly was enough reason to call it a night a few hours into the night. Your pregnancy was still at the point where sleep got the best of you. The emotional outbursts were also not rare. The morning sickness that came with it.

But now under Simon's disapproving eyes you wonder if you had taken the right decision to disregard the order he had given you. All for an innocent reunion with the girls. His big hands are on his hips, staring you down with those brown eyes that you love, just not right now. You wonder if this is what the soldiers under his command feel when they're the subject of his ire. You hold back the tears. Fuck, he's not even being so hard on you, not even raising his voice. He'd never do that to you. Disappointing him is something you are not so proud of now.

"I didn't think it would be that bad." Simon scoffs, pinching the bridge of his nose as an eerie silence settles between the two. "I know it's the dumbest excuse I- it was going to be for a few hours..."

Until he had barged into the pub. His eyes roaming around the establishment until he locked eyes with you, he had relaxed instantly. The deep pit that had set in his stomach when he got home only to be greeted by a deafening silence began to fade. Then anger reared its ugly head when he silently asked —demanded— you to stand up and led the two out of the place. The ride back in complete silence, hands gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white. Why couldn't you just obey him for once? It took you hours to completely forget about his warnings. What if they laid hands on you? On his unborn child? Gritting his teeth he had stared forward focusing on anything but the thought of finding your dead body, of him scooping you up all bloodied and unreachable. Gone to somewhere he couldn't follow just yet.

Simon stalks forward sitting down on the coffee table in front of you, wood creaking beneath his weight. He leaned forward, face mere centimeters from yours as his arms rest on his thighs.

"Love." He calls you, and then he softly murmurs your name. "I'm trying to protect you..." he swallows, eyes traveling down to your small bump and then back to you again. "Both of you. If something happened..." Simon's jaw clenched, he doesn't even want to think of the worst scenarios. "We have enemies and i'd never forgive myself..." You stop him, grabbing his gloved hands and squeezing them with yours. The soft touch he had longed for these past months. He absentmindedly caressed your warm skin.

"Nothing's gonna happen, baby." You assured him, he stares intently at your eyes and finds nothing but love.

"Lost people before this way." He breathes out. And you feel like the biggest moron in the world. He's talking about his family. Simon rarely talks about them. "Hell will freeze before I let that happen again." Standing up he follows, arms wrapping around his middle. "Price set up a safe house for us, until things calm down and get the bastards." One of his hands rests on the nape of your neck inhaling the aroma of your shampoo, the other one firmly set on your swollen belly. He's missed this. Just being around you. Feeling you against him.

"You're coming too right? Missed you terribly." He rest his chin on top of your head.

"Don't think I could leave you now even if I had to."

You sigh deeply, placing a kiss on his chest; you wonder if one day the danger will stop. Simon's made many enemies along the years. But his efforts to keep his identity a secret were greater than any threat out there. Now with you and a baby in the way he'd never rest until he was sure no harm will get to you.

[tsxkkis]

# tsukishima kei - wait

a/n = ahh i fear this might be too out of character T-T also i've been so busy with reading jjk lately i might just start writing for it too

summary = old feelings to a certain blonde resurface and are accidentally revealed by none other than tipsy you.

warnings = making out, mentions of alcohol (all characters are aged up a bit so they can legally drink), nothing else i think

his eyes were glued to you the entire night.

you noticed, obviously. the bar you decided to meet up at was just big enough for all of you to fit inside, the long-awaited karasuno volleyball team reunion finally happening. it's been a few years since high school ended for you and your friends, saying your emotional goodbyes as you all went your separate ways.

but it was the hardest thing in the world for you to say goodbye to tsukishima kei.

it wasn't a secret that you had a crush on him ever since you saw him for the first time, sitting right in front of you in your english class as you gently pat his shoulder, asking if he had a spare pencil in the quietest whisper you could let out. you were hooked from that moment on; and yet for the entirety of high school, you didn't act up on your feelings, not even once.

as cold as he was to most people around, tsukishima seemed to treat you just the slightest bit differently. he would always lend you money if you forgot yours for lunch, making sure to call you an idiot in the process as he put the coins inside the vending machine, getting your favorite drink. helping you out with studying, something other first years could only dream of, and doing all that without you having to beg him for it. a sight so genuinely rare that even yamaguchi himself was surprised.

everyone always asked one question; 'why didn't you confess?' maybe it was the fact that you were scared of ruining your perfectly good friendship. maybe you were afraid of it affecting the dynamics in your friend group, or maybe you were just terrified that he wouldn't treat you seriously.

so when you found yourself lying in his apartment, the soft pillow from his couch under your head as he hovered over you, lips attached to yours in an eager kiss, you were almost sure it was all just a dream. the few drinks you had downed earlier definitely helped your confidence in that moment, as you were the one to start all of this, but it still felt unreal to be in this situation right now.

tsukishima breathed heavily, his hand squeezing your hip, thumb lazily drawing circles on it as he used the other one to keep himself from falling with all of his weight on top of you. he was sure it wouldn't end well for you, considering how he was significantly bigger. he gasped as he felt your hand traveling to his hair, lightly tugging on it as you deepened the kiss.

"wish i've done that sooner," you mumbled lazily in between kisses, his lips quickly back on yours as his hand wandered higher, resting on your cheek gently. you were surprised to see him pull away, the faintest smile on his face as his eyes locked with yours.

"i know." your eyes widened at his response, the alcohol slightly clouding your mind seemingly dissapearing from your body entirely. "can't believe it took you five drinks and all these years of waiting to actually say it."

you immediately sat up, eyes as big as ever, face flushed a deep shade of red (from both the alcohol and the embarrassment) as you looked away from him, your hands coming up to hide your face. tsukishima still hovered over you, his signature grin gracing his face as he chuckled at your state.

"don't tell me you knew all this time." he could barely hear you mumble, your hands stopping most of the sound from coming out. you didn't want to believe it, but at the same time, tsukishima was damn smart. and he wasn't blind, either; he could probably see how you tried your best at hiding your feelings from everyone.

"yamaguchi told me at the end of our third year." he shook his head, a small laugh leaving his lips. "apparently he was 'fed up with the mutual pining', or whatever he said."

"mutual?" you whispered as you slowly uncovered your still red face, tsukishima shifting to sit down next to you. a sigh left his lips, his eyes closed for a few seconds, as if to muster up the courage for whatever he was about to say.

"you know i'm not good with expressing my emotions, and i definitely was even more shit at it in high school." he started explaining, eyes looking everywhere else but you. "only yamaguchi knew about me liking you, but when he finally told me that you actually liked me back i was..."

"scared you wouldn't be able to survive a long distance relationship since you knew i was going away for college and that it would ruin our entire friend group if we didn't work out."

he looked at you, a stoic expression on his face as if to say that you got that correctly.

"tch. you're being annoying reading in my mind like that, you know?" his words made you giggle, his hand up to gently flick you in the forehead. in reality, tsukishima was glad you finished that sentence for him; he probably wouldn't be able to express himself correctly if you didn't step in. "yamaguchi still curses me out for it."

you took a deep breath, thinking of your next words.

"you know, we could always try it." his head turned towards you, a puzzled look. "when we finish college. if you're willing to wait, that is."

tsukishima smiled, at it almost took your breath away. he didn't smile much, and even if he did, it was almost never like this. this time, it was the most genuine smile you ever saw from him; warm and gentle.

"of course i am. you don't even know for how long."

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[perictione00]

Oops!...I Did It Again

Ch 4: Fuck me like you hate me.

Pairing: Nanami x reader

Warnings: MDNI, smut, unprotected sex, angst, use of curse words.

Synopsis: When life was throwing you uncountable curveballs, an unexpected reunion with your high school friend helped you dodge every single one of them. Coping mechanisms leave you both in a complicated situationship. So what happens when one of you ends up catching feelings? The cliche or the unexpected?

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Fuck me like you hate me? That particular expression from you conveyed the exact opposite of Nanami's sentiment. The dynamics between you two underwent a noticeable shift after that exchange. Previously, you instigated random conversations with him while sharing dinner, but now you steer clear of interactions and instead aggressively approach him with sex on your mind. Suddenly, that was all it was about. Secret visits to his office evolved into regular and conspicuous events. He wasn't complaining; he enjoyed having you in his arms; however, it felt like there was a wall that kept him from reaching you.

"You're doing it again, y'know." He confronted you as he saw your form entering the room.

"Doing what again?" you inquired, diligently drying your hair.

"Pushing me out-"

"You're just too big for me, but I promise I'll try to make it fit this time." You replied playfully.

Kento audibly sighed at the apparent endeavor on your part to ignore his inquiry with an innuendo. His gaze traced your motions, uncertain if you intended to swiftly segue into intimate matters or address the pending discussion. The predictability manifested as you opted for the former, leaving your bathrobe on the floor, settling onto his lap, adjusting your damp tresses, and drawing him closer, close enough to kiss. Your mere presence proved intoxicating, and despite his earnest attempts to grapple with his dilemmas, the overpowering sensation of your lips meeting his was enough to conquer his doubts and uncertainties. And right when he had started to drown himself in the kiss, you pulled away. It looked like you wouldn't listen to him, so he decided to speak your language and give into you.

What were you doing to him? You pondered as you observed every detail on his face that reflected nothing but his unwavering devotion to you. He was a great person, and yet you could never be the same as him. A lingering feeling of fear, borne of past disappointments and betrayals, veiled your sentiments. You had experienced them far too many times from far too many people you considered close. Your trust was fractured by the scars of abandonment etched by some friends, some endgames, who left you when they were bored. Were you the problem? Were you the catalyst for their departures? You don't know. There's one thing you know for sure, though: you are never going to grant anyone that power over you. You're never going to surrender dominion over your emotions or believe in anyone because people suck no matter how perfect they appear to be on the outside. You are tired of being on the receiving end of pain. Maybe now you'll take your sweet time giving it. Kento appears to be flawless, and that's uncanny because you don't know what you'll do if he leaves you like everyone else. So you have decided to own him without having him—an attempt to possess without being possessed—to lay claim to his heart without the surrender of your own, as yours remains beyond his grasp.

Kento lithely guided you onto the plush mattress, divesting himself of his shirt. A heavy breath escaped him as he traced a path of delicate kisses along your neck. Captivated by the allure of your taut nipples, he indulged in drawing one into his mouth while ardently caressing the other, savoring the sensation of your hands entwined firmly in his tousled locks. Sucking indelible marks on your bosom, he earned fervent moans from you. Intertwining his fingers into yours, he slowly moved down to your pussy. Interlocking his fingers with yours, he moved down to your pussy to bestow his attention upon the realm of your desire.

"Ah, Kento!" Your limbs entwined around his head, where his adept mouth and tongue worked a beguiling dance upon your sloping core, his hands asserting control over your hips. The vice of your thighs clamped down upon his head, giving him an unspoken insistence to continue his abuse, and so he did. Swiftly, Nanami wasted no time, seamlessly immersing himself between your parted legs.

"Don't move," he commanded as his sizable hands encircled your hips, conveying a tacit warning to stay still when you tried to move away due to the overwhelming sensitivity.

“K-Kento, I'm coming.” You whimpered while grinding your cunt against his tongue, riding through your orgasm.

Without a break, he pulled you onto his lap, seating you with your back leaning against his chest and his already-leaking cock rubbing against your bare cunt. Keeping one thick arm around your waist and the other holding your jaw, he kissed you passionately as he entered your warmth.

"Shi-shit, hah-...fuck" Curses slipped out of his mouth as your wet pussy swallowed up his whole length. He started drilling his cock into you at a dizzying speed, snapping his hips against yours.

"Does this feel like I hate you?" He asked in between his thrusts.

There it was again. Why doesn't he understand that the thrill will be lost the moment they commit? Why can't he just continue this no-strings-attached relationship? Why can't he accept that this feeling of love won't last and all that will be left of it will be dispair?

"A-answer me?" He questioned you as he violently rubbed fast circles on your clit and mouthed at your neck, savoring your taste.

"No."

This wasn't the answer he wanted to hear. It frustrated him to no end that you would go to such lengths just to deny his questions. Pounding relentlessly into your cunt, his tight hold on your waist left bruises.

"Umf-yesh...jus like tha..." You arched your back as he started thrusting at an animalistic pace, each stroke greater and more urgent than the last. You were nearing your climax once again. His teeth pulled at your bottom lip, kissing you over and over as you continued bouncing on his cock. You came with a high-pitched squeal, causing his jaw to clench as he felt your pussy spasm around him.

A series of guttural groans escaped his lips as he climaxed within your embrace. Exhaling deeply, he gazed upon you, a glistening sheen of sweat enveloping your entire form. Your disheveled, damp locks clung haphazardly, yet in this disarray, you appeared flawless. The most beautifully perfect being. Why couldn't you view yourself through his lens?

"I can't do this anymore." He smiled softly, his eyes gleaming with tears.

"What? Why? Is the sex not good?" Why was he doing this?

"Can we be something more than this?" He asked hopelessly, almost sounding tired.

"Where's this coming from?" You inquired.

"Answer me."

"What the fuck is this-"

"Why can't you see it?!" His sorrowful voice gave away his dispair.

"I dunno what you're talking about. Y'know what? Let's take a breather." You stated to avoid the matter at hand.

"No... please. I need to know."

"Kento, let's not-"

"I love you."

"No. Don't do this."

"I love you-"

"Stop it!" you screamed, gasping, a tear escaping your eye. "It's not worth it; let's act like this never happened."

"I can't-"

"Why not? What more can you want? I'm giving you everything, aren't I?"

"I want you." Nanami embraced you in a hug. "I want all of you, and I'm willing to wait."

You pulled away.

"There's nothing there for you to wait for. I don't want you if I can't have you like this. I'm sorry, Kento, but I guess you will only ever be just another good fuck for me."

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The bumps against his window became more frequent as the days passed and Steve was starting to think he was going crazy.

After the second night, he'd gone on his roof to check if anything could possibly be brushing against his window.

Nothing.

The third night, he sat up in his bed and watched, despite all of the fear in his mind telling him to get under the covers and at least pretend to be asleep.

But the little that he did sleep, he had nightmare after nightmare of Eddie bleeding out in Dustin's arms, in his arms.

He watched Eddie get eaten alive by demobats over and over again, unable to interfere, unable to even yell for him to let him know he wasn't alone.

The dark circles under his eyes were just a new accessory, and he carried it with the same exhaustion they all had, even a month after everything happened.

As he folded himself into his bed, curling his comforter around him for safety, not warmth, he turned to the window.

There's someone out there.

The thought crossed his mind before his eyes processed the shadow of a person standing just outside the window.

He refused to get up, but he could tell the person outside didn't need him to.

His window opened.

His heart raced.

One breath.

Two.

"Steve."

Eddie.

"How?" Steve squeaked out, his voice so high pitched he wasn't even sure Eddie heard him.

"I think...the bats?" his voice sounded deeper, not as light.

"But...we checked your pulse. You weren't breathing." Steve sat up, pushing the blanket off of him. "You were dead. You were dead."

The sob was loud enough to cause his whole body to shiver.

"I know. I know. I was."

"So, what? You're alive again? Are you a ghost? A demon? A vampire?"

Eddie shrugged as he fell to his knees by Steve's bed, probably afraid to get his sheets dirty with the grime of the Upside Down covering his clothes, dried blood staining his skin.

"Vampire is the closest I can get to. I um," Eddie gulped. "I haven't tried to drink blood yet, though."

"Do you need to?" Steve asked, worried that Eddie would die again because he didn't have what he needed.

"I think I just have to drink your blood."

The room closed in around Steve as his pulse quickened.

"I know it sounds crazy. I'm sorry for even suggesting it. I just...it's something I just know. I can't explain it."

"How?"

"It's like my chest has a spot carved out just for you and the only way to make you fit is to have a piece of you and your blood is the piece. I don't know what's wrong with me," Eddie sounded terrified.

"Hey," Steve reached down, touched Eddie's mess of curly hair, felt a shock of something. "Eds, you're here. We can figure it out. You wanna try?"

"Try what?"

"Drinking my blood."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"I might not stop."

"You will."

Steve knew it. He didn't know how he knew it, he just did.

And Eddie must have known it deep down, too, because the next thing Steve knew, Eddie's hand was in his hair, gently tugging his head back to expose his throat.

His breath was hot, but his lips were cold.

Eddie let out a small laugh.

"Maybe you were born with these moles as a user manual," Eddie joked.

Steve rolled his eyes, but smiled. Eddie making a joke like that was a good sign, the best sign.

The moment Eddie's teeth sunk into his neck, Steve relaxed.

The feeling Eddie had described earlier, the empty place made just for him, he felt it being filled in both of them.

He should have panicked, should have immediately pulled away, but Eddie's hands held him close, held him steady.

Eddie's mouth felt like it belonged on him.

Eddie felt like his.

When he finally pulled away, they smiled at each other.

"Taste a little salty. Might wanna consider some fruit in your diet, Stevie," Eddie teased.

"I'll consider it," Steve rolled his eyes.

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Eddie stayed with Steve for three days before they finally came up with a plan for telling everyone.

He had to stay hidden, not just because they weren't sure what he was, but because if he was seen by anyone, he could be arrested.

They didn't know much, but they knew they couldn't let that happen.

So he fed from Steve every night.

Not much, just enough to take away the hollow feeling that started to present itself after nearly 24 hours without.

They always kissed after, always spent the night curled up in Steve's bed together, tracing patterns in each other's naked skin.

And when everyone found out, it was only because they walked in on Steve and Eddie making out in the kitchen.

[heart-ripping]

Office Kiss.

pairing: Regina Mills (The Evil Queen) X Reader

summary: you somehow end up kissing your ex-girlfriend in her office.

words: 539 words, 3045 characters.

warnings: exgirlfriend!regina, visitor!reader, kissing, no smut involved (my apologies), fluff.

hello babies, i couldn't resist myself pulling off a good oneshot of the infamous regina mills!

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Regina sat at her desk, surrounded by the usual chaos of a busy Monday morning. Her office was buzzing with activity, the sound of ringing phones and clacking keyboards a constant backdrop. She sipped her coffee, trying to summon the energy to dive into her overflowing inbox.

Just as she was about to open her first email, her friend and sheriff of the town, Emma, rushed over. "Regina, we have a new visitor in town this early morning. Can you show her around?"

Regina sighed but nodded. "Give me a moment."

A few minutes later, she stood in the lobby, waiting for the new arrival. She glanced at her watch, impatiently tapping her foot. The elevator doors opened, and out stepped a woman she never expected to see again: You, her ex-girlfriend.

Her heart skipped a beat as their eyes met. You looked as surprised as she felt. "Regina?" you inhaled, a mixture of shock and something else flickering in your eyes.

"You," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Memories of your time together flooded back, but she quickly pushed them aside. This was serious. She had to stay professional.

"I wasn't expecting to see you," you expressed, breaking the awkward silence.

"As do I," Regina responded, forcing a smile. "Let me show you around."

The two of you walked through her office, with Regina pointing out the different departments and introducing you to various colleagues. As you moved, the initial shock began to wear off, replaced by a strange sense of familiarity. Despite your past, you both slipped into an easy banter, reminiscing about old times and catching up on the years you had missed.

As you both reached her desk, Regina's phone rang. She picked it up, only to have the cord catch on a stack of papers, sending them tumbling to the floor. Slightly flustered, she bent down to pick them up, with you doing the same.

You both reached for the same paper, and suddenly, you were inches apart, your faces so close that she could feel your breath.

Time seemed to slow as you locked eyes. Without thinking, Regina leaned in, and before she knew it, your lips met in a soft, unexpected kiss. It lasted only a moment, but it was enough to bring back a rush of emotions she'd buried long ago.

You both pulled back, with Regina wide-eyed and breathless. "I'm sorry," Regina blinked, feeling her cheeks burn increasingly.

You chuckled softly, shaking your head. "No, it was my fault. I didn't mean to..."

Regina could only nod, avoiding eye-contact and attempting to compose herself. "We should go," she mumbled, her breath short. "This is complicated."

"Yeah," you agreed, a small smile playing on your lips. "But maybe it's a good kind of complicated?"

Regina didn't know what to say. She wasn't sure what this meant or where it would lead, but as she looked into your eyes, she felt a flicker of hope. Maybe this surprise reunion was the start of something new.

For the rest of the day, she couldn't help but steal glances at you, wondering what the future held. One thing was certain: life at the office was about to get a lot more interesting.

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[blue-grama]

The Sign finale probably should have disappointed me, but... didn't?

It's been a heck of a run lately with Thai BLs that haven't quite stuck the landing, and it's got me pondering why The Sign worked for me despite sometimes feeling like a storyboard for a longer, better show.

I don't think they pulled off the emotional payoff they needed, despite that last reunion scene being so pretty and well-acted, simply because too much happened offscreen, from Khem's recovery from a gunshot wound to the entire multlifetime Tharn/Chalothon dynamic getting resolved without us seeing any of it. But somehow I wasn't that mad about it? And ultimately I think it's because this show did so many things well and so many things I'd love to see more of that I'm just like, yep, I enjoyed that ride sirs, please show me something this gorgeous again. In that sense it's joining something like Manner of Death or Kinnporsche where it's like, plot holes? Yes. Bizarre tonal shifts? Absolutely. Occasionally insane writing choices? Uh-huh. Love it anyway? You betcha. So here's what really, really worked for me:

Premise

I am always going to be onboard with QL that isn't solely coming-of-age or coming out. I'm not against those stories, of course, but give me gay romance with adult characters who know themselves and are doing adult things. I'm also a partisan for romances with high external stakes, so the mixture of crime and reincarnation was catnip to me.

Do I care that none of this training makes any sense? No.

2. Setting

Listen. Is The Sign the reason I have a document on my laptop titled "Imaginary trip to Thailand without ever seeing a beach?" Not exactly. But it's also not not the reason.

I am being willingly manipulated by the Thai Tourism Authority.

Kidding, kidding, but I do love when my Thai shows feel Thai or my Korean shows feel Korean, etc etc. I want to be driven to Wikipedia to learn more! Half the fun of watching stuff from not your own country.

3. Chemistry

I think @biochemjess covered what was underwritten about the romance in The Sign. Billy and Babe carried it on their backs and it was hard to dislike their romance, even when the series skipped over key beats.

Any time the pink lighting came out, you were gonna be in for a good time.

4. The camerawork

I don't know enough about film to speak intelligently about this, but the camerawork and aesthetics of this show were just so lovely to watch. It was really doing a lot. @chaos0pikachu wrote about it better than I ever could.

LOVED THIS. LOVED IT. So good.

We had some really lovely storytelling and visual parallels, too, like the first episode and finale both having a big action warehouse scene, or the multiple times that Phaya and Tharn ended up overlooking the Mekong river.

5. It was always kinda off the rails

I know some people felt this show started out with a strong premise and didn't live up to it, but I gotta say, I didn't have that experience. It was always kinda a bonkers watch for me. There were long training montages, random bodies in the shallows, missing genitals, extended performance art, that comedy flashback to Khem and Thongthai's college years... I never knew what I was going to get each Saturday. And I kind of loved that? I'm into unhinged. I was comparing this in my head to Last Twilight, which did disappoint me in the end, and I think it's because Last Twilight was NOT always bonkers and DID set itself up to tell a straighforward story, then dropped the ideas it had been juggling in the last episode. The Sign always felt chaotic to me, so a chaotic ending was par for the course. This is where I'd compare it to KinnPorsche, which had the weirdest fucking ending, but like, okay??? Why not!

End result? I see the flaws, but I'm giving this show tender forehead kisses anyway. Here's hoping for more like it.

[mncxbe]

HEY HEY could you write a part 3 for this https://www.tumblr.com/mncxbe/724723143233650688/no-stop-now-i-have-to-know-what-would-be-readers?source=share with reunion sex pls?

yes ofc^^ I haven't written for Akutagawa in a while (like 2 weeks) anyway I was so happy to do this. I feel like it's a bit cliché?? but hope you like it♡♡

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9.59♡ p3

part 1 part 2

𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut♡/ lil bit of angst/ fluff♡

When the effects of the vampirism finally wore off, you woke up in the bustling neighbourhood of Chinatown, clothes torn at your elbows and knees and violet bruises covering your bare forearms.

A metallic taste lingered on your tongue; as if you had chewed on apple seeds.

It was early evening and the starless sky above cast a blackness onto the narrow streets. Smoke rose from nearby ramen shops and stalls, drifting between brightly coloured lanterns and yellowing posters peeling off walls. You took in a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down.

You had no recollection of what had happened during the past week; but now it wasn't the time to think about it. You needed to get back to your apartment.

Cruising down the neon streets you made your way back to your condo, a trip that would've taken roughly 15 minutes by train, but ended up being a 45 minutes walk. Once you got home you didn't even bother to turn on the lights, going straight to the bathroom to take a shower.

The hot water managed to relax your tense muscles a bit; the steady sound of droplets trickling onto the marble floor soothing your nerves. Memories of the past weeks clouded your mind like a thick layer of fog.

Lost in thought, when you stepped out of the bathroom; soft towel wrapped around your naked frame- you didn't even notice that the lights had been turned on until...

"Y/N?" spoke a familiar voice.

His words echoed in your whole being. You turned around to face your boyfriend; his eyes wide open like he'd seen a ghost, pale fingers gripping the handle of your bedroom door.

Before you had a chance to utter a word he closed the distance between you and pressed your lips against yours in a desperate kiss.

"This isn't you" you said absent mindedly as he pulled a way from the kiss, forehead still pressed against yours.

"It is" he said softly, voiced laced with an affection you weren't used to. Your Akutagawa was distant, cold hearted. He never showed this much emotion.

"But...". But how could it be him? When he died. You knew he died. And then again he'd been turned into a vampire too. Maybe he was just a figment of your imagination, a projection of your exhausted mind.

And yet he felt so real, so close. A faint trace of his familiar scent was distinguishable between the sharp smell of smoke and blood; his right hand, softly touching your cheek, warm. If you focused hard enough you swore you could feel each ridge of his fingertips. So real, so close.

The fog that flooded your mind suddenly dissipated and you focused your gaze on his. Steel grey eyes like faraway stars.

His lips parted as if he wanted to say something but you quickly cut him off with a kiss. Taken aback by your actions, his hands hesitantly moved from your face to your shoulders and down the sides of your body, coming to rest on your hips.

You quickly pushed him back towards the bedroom and he toppled backwards, falling onto the soft mattress. The last time the two of you had shared this bed was the night before he died; but you didn't want that memory to resurface now so you deepened the kiss, fingers fumbling with the collar of his blouse.

He immediately took the hint and rose to sitting on the edge of the bed with you still on his lap, haphazardly discarding his coat and blouse on the floor. You let your towel slide off your frame and quickly pressed yourself flush against his chest. Skin to skin, lips pressed against his. He felt so warm and right, you'd missed him so much it hurt.

The faint light of the neon signs outside your window filtered through the curtains; a ghostly glow. At some point Akutagawa broke the kiss, his eyes languidly taking in your curves.

"I... missed you. I'm sorry-" he began again but you shook your head.

You didn't want to hear this now, not when you craved him so much. And of course your boyfriend complied. He nodded and began kissing you again, lithe fingers slowly unbuckling his belt as he slid his pants low enough to offer you access to his throbbing cock.

And you took him in with a load groan, glossy tears pooling at the corners of your eyes from the burn. But it felt so, so good. Your hips started slowly rolling against his in a steady rhythm, arms snaking around his neck for support.

Akutagawa's hands came to rest on your plush hips, gently pushing you lower onto his cock. God, how he missed you. After weeks of being a vampire, a mindless creature with no control over its body and senses, this closeness was soothing. Your tender touch, the sweet smell of your body lotion, cold droplets of water falling from your hair- still wet from the shower you just took- and the feeling of your velvety walls wrapped around his cock grounded him. For the first time since he'd regained consciouness he felt alive again.

Soft pants and groaned rolled past your lips as you kissed him deeply. His touch was electrifying and you couldn't help but melt like a sugar cube under his touch. Slowly but surely a pool of warmth formed in your lower abdomen and your eyelids fluttered shut.

"Baby I'm close~" you mewled but he could only hum in response, too absorbed in the feeling of your warm walls clamping around him to form a coherent sentence.

When you finally came you came hard, nails digging into the damp skin of his shoulders, leaving crescent marks behind. You babbled out mindless sweet words; how much you loved him, how you'd missed him, how good he made you feel, how you never wanted him to leave again.

Your praises went straight to his dick, causing it to throb inside you as he reached his own high, little pants and whimpers rolling off his lips.

As you both rolled back onto the mattress the room fell silent. There were so many things to be said but somehow none of you could find the words for them. You were tired, mentally and physically exhausted and yet... you somehow managed to find comfort under the sheets and in each other's arms; your little corner of heaven.

You both fell asleep the moment you closed your eyes, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips because you knew that despite everything, you'd managed to find each other again. And you had enough time to talk tomorrow.

[kira-dofc]

Chapter 4 You Worried?

"Y/n," Yunah began, her voice trembling slightly. "This is a lot to take in. I always wondered if I had any family out there, but I never expected this. I know for a fact that I don't know much of my past, but this is still confusing me."

"I know," you replied, your own voice heavy with emotion. "It's a lot to process, but please, I just wanted to see if you're okay. You're the only family I have after that incident."

Yunah raised an eyebrow in question, "Incident?"

You took a deep breath and began to recount the traumatic event. "Our parents died, and our house burnt down. I was still inside there, but luckily I got out. Unfortunately, I lost some of my memories. I can only recall the fire blazing around me and the times when we used to play ball together. You also got out, but you were lying on the floor when I last saw you."

Yunah glanced at Kuroo, who stood beside her with a dark expression. His eyes narrowed as he looked at you, clearly unimpressed. "Yunah," he said, his voice low and hard, "maybe we should take things slowly. Sure, you forgot your past, but that doesn't give you a reason to trust this guy right away. We hardly know him, and who knows what's lurking in that damned mind of his."

"That's enough, Kuroo," Yunah said, a small frown forming on her lips. "He's just trying to reconnect."

But Kuroo wasn't having it. He stepped forward, his posture aggressive. "You don't understand, Yunah. This isn't just some reunion. This guy shows up out of nowhere, claiming to be your brother, and you just believe him? What if he's lying? What if he's here to hurt you?"

You raised your hands defensively. "I understand your concern, Kuroo. But I swear, I just want to reconnect with my sister. I don't mean any harm."

"Don't mean any harm?" Kuroo spat. "You think just saying that makes everything okay? How do we know you're not some kind of threat? How do we know you're even telling the truth?"

"Kuroo, please," Yunah pleaded. "I need to figure this out on my own. You don't have to be so hostile."

"Hostile?" Kuroo's voice rose. "You don't know what hostile is. I care about you, Yunah. I'm not going to let some stranger waltz in and turn your life upside down."

"I get it," you said, trying to stay calm despite Kuroo's anger. "I understand why you're protective of Yunah. But I'm not a stranger. I'm her brother, and I just want to be a part of her life again."

Kuroo glared at you, his eyes filled with suspicion. "Fine. But one step out of line, and you know what's going to happen to you."

"I understand," you replied, meeting his gaze. "I just want to take things slowly and get to know Yunah again."

Kuroo snorted, clearly unconvinced. "We'll see about that. I'm watching you, and if I see even the slightest hint of trouble, you're out of here."

"I'm sorry about him," Yunah said, her tone apologetic as she looked at you. "He can be cranky at times, but he's a nice person underneath it all."

"'Nice' isn't in his vocabulary, I guess," you whispered to yourself, barely audible.

The tension in the air was palpable, and the silence that followed was heavy with unspoken words and emotions. You both stood there, awkwardly shifting from foot to foot, each lost in your thoughts. You couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and anxiety. Finding Yunah had been a monumental task, and now that she was here in front of you, it felt almost surreal. You were desperate to connect with her, to fill the void that had been left by the loss of your parents and the fragmentary nature of your memories.

Yunah, on the other hand, seemed overwhelmed by the sudden revelation of having a brother she never knew existed. The look in her eyes betrayed a deep-seated confusion and a yearning for clarity. She glanced at Kuroo again, seeking his silent approval and support. Kuroo, ever the protective figure, stood with his arms crossed, his gaze never leaving you. There was a fierceness in his eyes that spoke volumes about his determination to shield Yunah from any potential harm.

"I understand if you need some space," you said, breaking the silence. "It's a lot to take in all at once. I don't want to pressure you into anything. I just wanted you to know that I'm here for you, whenever you're ready."

"Thank you," Yunah replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "I appreciate your patience. This is just... a lot."

"Take all the time you need," you reiterated. "There's no rush."

Yunah nodded, looking down at her feet as she processed everything. The room seemed to close in on you, the weight of the past pressing down heavily. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. This wasn't how you had imagined your reunion with Yunah, but you had to remind yourself that these things took time. Building a relationship, especially one based on a fractured past, was a delicate process.

Kuroo cleared his throat, drawing your attention. "Look, Y/n," he began, his tone slightly softer but still firm. "I get that you're trying to do the right thing here, but you need to understand that Yunah's been through a lot. She's got a life here, friends, people who care about her. You can't just waltz in and expect everything to fall into place."

"I understand," you replied, meeting his gaze. "I'm not here to disrupt her life. I just want to be a part of it, in whatever capacity she feels comfortable with."

Kuroo nodded, though his expression remained guarded. "Good. Just remember that we're watching out for her."

"I wouldn't expect anything less," you said, offering a small, tentative smile. "She deserves to be protected."

The conversation began to wind down, and you could feel the exhaustion setting in. It had been an emotionally draining encounter, but you were grateful for the opportunity to reconnect with Yunah. You just hoped that, in time, she would come to see you as the brother you wanted to be for her.

"We should get going," Yunah said finally, glancing at Kuroo for confirmation. "I need some time to think about all of this."

"Of course," you replied. "Take care, Yunah. And thank you for listening."

"Goodbye, Y/n," she said softly. "I'll be in touch."

You watched as Yunah and Kuroo walked away, their figures disappearing into the distance. The air felt heavy with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. This was just the beginning of a long journey, and you were determined to see it through, no matter how challenging it might be.

As you made your way back home, you couldn't help but replay the encounter in your mind. There was so much more you wanted to say, so many questions left unanswered. But for now, you had to be patient. Rebuilding a relationship, especially one fractured by time and trauma, required time and understanding. You were willing to give Yunah all the space she needed, even if it meant waiting in uncertainty.

When you finally reached your home, you sank into a chair, feeling the weight of the day's events. You were filled with a mixture of hope and apprehension. Finding Yunah had been a step in the right direction, but there was still a long road ahead. You were ready to take that journey, one step at a time, and hopefully, one day, you would find the family you had lost.

For now, all you could do was wait and hope that Yunah would find it in her heart to let you in. The future was uncertain, but you were determined to face it with courage and resilience. After all, family was worth fighting for, no matter how difficult the path might be.

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You planned to see your sister on weekends, to get to know more of each other. You invited her to go to a restaurant near their place, and she luckily agreed.

-

You picked Yunah up from her house, then drove to a rather classy and glamorous restaurant. It was much fancier than the usual places you frequented, but sometimes that's what people with money did—waste it on small portions of extravagant food.

"This place looks expensive," Yunah mumbled as you both stepped inside, taking in the opulent decor and soft lighting.

"It's on me, don't worry about it," you replied with a reassuring smile.

"So, how's life with your new family?" Yunah questioned as you settled into your seats.

"It's fine, I guess. I don't really miss our family since I never got to spend much time with them, but I still do in a way. Part of me thinks that you're still special to me," you said, your voice tinged with a mix of nostalgia and hope.

"Well, I'm glad you feel that way because it's the same for me. I love my adoptive family, but I want to get to know you again," she said, her eyes earnest. "Mind if I ask, how old are you?"

"I'm 18, turning 19 next month," you replied.

"What? I'm way older than you then. I'm 21!" she said with a tone of excitement.

"It was obvious, you look old," you remarked with a playful smirk.

Yunah's eyes widened in mock outrage, and she started screaming at you for the words you had spoken. "How dare you! I do not look old! Take that back!"

Before you could respond, a sudden female figure walked up to your table. "Hey Y/n, fancy seeing you here!" she exclaimed.

A surprising look came upon your face as you recognized Sana, a friend of yours, who seemed genuinely excited to see you.

"Not the time, Sana. Get lost," you said bluntly, trying to focus on your time with Yunah.

"No need to be feisty! Fine, I will. See you tomorrow, honey!" she teased with a playful wink before walking away.

"Your girlfriend?" Yunah asked with a smirk on her face.

"Ugh, no. I'd rather die," you replied, rolling your eyes.

Yunah laughed at your reaction, and the mood lightened considerably. As the evening progressed, the two of you continued to talk and laugh, sharing stories and memories. Despite the initial awkwardness, you found that you enjoyed her company and the opportunity to reconnect.

After finishing your meals, you both started to leave the restaurant. The conversation continued as you walked to the car, filled with the excitement and nervousness of rebuilding a sibling relationship.

-

As you and Yunah headed to your car, you were suddenly startled by a man standing in front of you, brandishing a knife. His eyes glinted maliciously as he sneered at you. "Hey, give me your money, and I might as well touch your girl while I'm at it," the man smirked, his voice dripping with menace.

Your heart pounded, but you didn't let fear show. "Yunah, move," you ordered, your voice steady and firm. "I'll handle this."

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Yunah hesitated for a moment, her eyes wide with fear, but she obeyed, stepping back to give you space.

The man lunged at you with the knife, aiming for your midsection. You managed to sidestep just in time, his blade slicing through the air where you had been standing. You grabbed his wrist with one hand and twisted it sharply, forcing him to drop the weapon with a grunt of pain.

He retaliated quickly, swinging his other fist toward your face. You ducked, feeling the rush of air as his fist narrowly missed your head. You countered with a punch to his gut, making him double over in pain. The man was tough, though, and he quickly recovered, charging at you with renewed aggression.

You blocked his wild punches, your arms absorbing the impact. Each hit sent a jolt of pain through your body, but you stood your ground. With a surge of adrenaline, you delivered a swift kick to his knee, causing him to stumble. Taking advantage of his momentary imbalance, you landed a solid punch to his jaw, followed by another to his ribs.

The man let out a pained grunt, but he wasn't finished yet. He grabbed a handful of gravel from the ground and threw it in your face. You flinched, momentarily blinded, and he seized the opportunity to tackle you to the ground. You felt the sharp sting of the pavement against your back as he pinned you down, his fists raining down on you.

Gritting your teeth, you used all your strength to roll over, reversing your positions. Now on top, you delivered a barrage of punches to his face and torso, each one fueled by the need to protect Yunah and yourself. The man struggled beneath you, but your determination and anger gave you the upper hand.

After what felt like an eternity, the man finally stopped fighting. He lay on the ground, bruised and unconscious from the beating you had given him. You stood up, breathing heavily, and wiped the blood from your face with the back of your hand. Pain radiated from your wounds, but you didn't let it show.

"God, Y/n, you're bleeding!" Yunah exclaimed, rushing to your side. Her eyes were wide with worry as she looked at the stab wound on your side and the bruises forming on your face.

"It's just a scratch," you said with a grunt, trying to downplay the severity of your injuries. "Come on, I'll get you home."

"But what are we doing with the guy? Leave him here?" Yunah questioned, glancing nervously at the unconscious man.

"Yes, I called the police. They can handle the rest," you replied, trying to sound reassuring despite the pain coursing through your body.

You got into your car, wincing as you moved. Every movement sent sharp stabs of pain through your body, but you ignored it. Yunah climbed into the passenger seat, still looking worried.

The drive to Yunah's home was quiet, the tension from the fight lingering in the air. You focused on the road, trying to keep your mind off the pain and the blood slowly seeping through your clothes. Yunah kept glancing at you, her concern evident.

As you pulled up to her house, you turned to Yunah and managed a reassuring smile. "I'll be fine," you said, though the strain in your voice betrayed your words.

"Thank you, Y/n," Yunah said softly, her eyes glistening with unwashed tears. "I don't know what would have happened if you weren't here."

"Don't mention it," you replied, your voice gentle despite the pain. "I'm just glad you're safe."

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"Do you need help?" Yunah exclaimed, her voice filled with worry as she looked at you.

"No, I'll just come inside for a moment," you groaned, feeling the sharp pain where you had been stabbed. She opened the door to her house, and as you stepped inside, you were met with the sight of a familiar tall figure, clearly very worried about Yunah.

Kuroo's eyes widened in shock at the sight of your state, but his concern was directed at Yunah. "What the hell happened? Yunah, are you okay? What did this bastard do?" he demanded, his voice tense with worry.

"Relax, Kuroo. He just fought some creep while we were going back to his car," Yunah replied, trying to calm him down. "It's Y/n you should be worried about right now. He's all bruised up, and he even got stabbed!"

Kuroo scoffed but softened slightly. "Come on, I'll go treat your wounds. I guess. Don't get any other ideas," he said bluntly, turning and walking towards a room. You followed him, your steps heavy with exhaustion and pain.

Once inside, you noticed the room looked like an office of some sort, with a desk, medical supplies, and various items neatly arranged. "Sit here," Kuroo instructed, pointing to a seat next to him.

You sat down with a groan, feeling the pain intensify as you moved. "Stay still," Kuroo said firmly as he began to assess your wounds. "How did you even get stabbed? Damn, that's deep. Do you want to go to a hospital? I think you need some professionals."

"I'll be fine," you said, a small smile forming on your face despite the pain. "You worried about me, Kuroo?"

Kuroo blushed at your words and looked away, clearly flustered. "What!? I— SHUT UP!" he snapped, throwing the cotton ball he was holding in irritation. He turned away, trying to hide his embarrassment.

You couldn't help but laugh at his reaction, but the movement caused another wave of pain to wash over you, making you groan again. "You’re pretty funny when you’re flustered, Kuroo," you managed to say through the pain.

"Who the hell told you to move? I'm not done," Kuroo yelled, his tone exasperated but tinged with concern. He continued to clean and bandage your wounds with surprising care, despite his brusque demeanor.

As he worked, you noticed Yunah hovering nearby, her eyes filled with concern. "Thank you, Kuroo," she said softly. "I really appreciate this."

Kuroo grumbled something under his breath but didn't respond directly. Instead, he focused on finishing the task at hand. "This should hold for now, but you need to take it easy," he said, finally stepping back. "And you should definitely see a doctor to make sure there's no serious damage."

"Thanks, Kuroo," you said sincerely, feeling a bit more at ease now that your wounds were tended to.

"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, clearly uncomfortable with the gratitude. "Just don’t go getting yourself stabbed again."

Yunah smiled at the exchange, feeling a sense of relief now that you were taken care of. "I'm glad you're okay, Y/n. You were really brave out there."

"It was nothing," you replied modestly. "I just did what I had to do."

Kuroo rolled his eyes but didn't say anything, his way of acknowledging your bravery without making a big deal out of it. "You should get some rest," he said instead. "Both of you."

"Agreed," Yunah said, looking at you with a mixture of gratitude and concern. "Come on, Y/n. I'll make sure you get home safely—wait, what if you stay here for the night?"

"It's okay, I don't want to be a burden to you guys, taking care of me and all of that," you mumbled, feeling guilty about imposing.

"No, really it's okay! I can contact your dad," Yunah said, while Kuroo shot her a glance, clearly against the idea. But her determination won out as she went ahead and made the call anyway.

"Good news! Your dad said yes, but he said you should go back by afternoon tomorrow," she announced with a tone of excitement.

"Sure, but where do I sleep?" you questioned, eager to find an answer and not wanting to make things difficult.

Kuroo then replied, "Where else? On the cou—"

"In Kuroo's room! You can share!" Yunah cut him off, her voice filled with cheerful authority. Kuroo's face turned a shade of red as he tried to protest, but her decision was final.

Of course, by all means, Kuroo was in shock, trying to cancel what his sister suggested. "Yunah, seriously—"

But in the end, you still ended up in his room. "I can sleep on the floor if that's what you want," you offered, trying to be considerate despite your condition.

"No, sleep in the bed. You're hurt," he said in a small voice, blushing slightly.

"Are you sur—?"

"Just get in before I change my mind!" he blushed while looking away, his voice carrying a mix of annoyance and concern. "I sleep on this side, and you on the other."

You nodded in response and carefully laid on the bed, trying to avoid aggravating your injuries. As the lights were turned off, you smiled to yourself, feeling a strange warmth from Kuroo's concern. Despite his rough exterior, he clearly cared.

You could hear Kuroo's breathing next to you, and the proximity was oddly comforting. "Thanks, Kuroo," you whispered into the darkness, unsure if he could hear you.

"Just shut up and sleep," he mumbled back, his voice softer than usual.

You closed your eyes, letting the exhaustion from the day's events wash over you. The pain was still there, but it was manageable now, especially with the knowledge that you were safe and being cared for.

The night passed peacefully, with you drifting in and out of sleep, comforted by the presence of your newfound family. You dreamed of the earlier fight, the adrenaline, and the fear, but now it was interspersed with the warmth of Yunah and Kuroo's concern. A/n: The brain juice is done I think have none anymore :(( I still will be posting and probably be posting updates so dw! Word count: 3300

[onyxedskies]

“show me where it hurts.” Felix comes to Annette for healing but he has no visible injuries? i think he deserves a good cry and to be held

i know it's been like a week since you sent in this request but trust i have been thinking non-stop about it

this is somewhere between the millenium festival reunion and the battle at gronder

word count: 648

It wasn't often that he went to her.

Most of the time, Annette would show up at his door at a late hour, sometimes with a frown and sometimes with tears staining her cheeks. He would open the door, and he would take her into his arms and hold her. Sometimes she would talk to him; others, she would simply cry into his arms until she fell asleep. Regardless, Felix prided himself with the fact that she chose him to turn to.

And yet he found himself hesitating as he went to knock on her door. What would he say, when he was always frowning but never cried? He didn't know how to ask for what he needed; it wasn't until she appeared that he had even begun to process his emotions, forget relearn how to let himself cry.

He took a deep breath. Raised his hand, rapped his knuckles gently against the door in the same pattern she always used. He didn't know what he was going to say, but he figured it was best to simply... go for it.

She opened the door, and something in his chest eased just by seeing her there. Her eyes were bright, suggesting that she had been up regardless; good. He didn't want to be the thing depriving her of sleep.

"Oh, Felix!" she said, and the pleased lilt in her tone eased his anxieties all the more. "Do you need something?"

"I, ah," he said, fumbling the words as he tried to come up with them, "I just need some healing."

It wasn't a lie, he supposed, though he still felt himself flush bright red at the excuse. There was no physical ailment that she could soothe, but being with her was all he needed; he could perhaps lie, say that an old wound was acting up, or perhaps he had strained a muscle. It was believable enough, given the conditions of this war.

Annette ushered him into her room, closing the door behind him and gesturing for him to sit in the seat. She didn't say anything, simply standing behind him and putting her hands on his shoulders, murmuring the incantation for Heal as she began to massage him there. Somehow, Felix got the feeling that she knew what he meant, even without him saying it.

She worked in silence for a while, focusing on gently working out the knots that Felix hadn't even realized were there. He relaxed into her touch, closing his eyes and letting himself bask in both her warmth and the complex emotions that he was feeling. Her presence was untangling them, somehow; gods, he loved her.

"You're always welcome here," she whispered eventually, voice soft, gentle. "You don't need an excuse."

Felix hummed in response. There was something clogging his throat, he felt; he didn't trust himself to speak. Annette was working lower, now, massaging his back. She began to hum quietly–the beginnings of a tune, he suspected–and Felix felt a tear slip down his cheek.

He couldn't remember the last time he had cried, but he knew the last time he had cried in front of someone was when he had wailed into his mother's arms at the news of Glenn. This was better than that.

Annette stopped massaging him, and he opened his eyes as he felt her hand gently brush away some of his tears. She smiled kindly at him, the depths of her adoration so evident in her eyes.

"I'm here for you, Felix," she said. It was just as soft, just as kind, but a little more solid than her words had been before. She reached around and hugged him, and he hugged her back, perhaps tighter than either of them had expected. Annette simply tightened her grip, pressed a kiss to the top of Felix's head, and let him weep into her shoulder.

Gods, he loved her.

[jtl-fics]

Hi!! For the ask game, perspective flip of andriel reunion in new kings??

New Kings AU | Unusual Fic Asks - Closed

Neil had really only meant to stop by the Hernandez house to let his coach know that he was back. It was like the man was bound and determined to keep him there and a part of him feared that Coach Hernandez had called the Ravens since he had pushed so hard for it before Neil had run away from Riko Moriyama's offer.

He'd had a meal at the Hernandez house and after Mrs. Hernandez had insisted he'd laid down in the bed of the room they had shown him but he had barely slept. Every noise woke him up too nervous that the Ravens would come and take him away in the night if he let himself really sleep.

He'd pushed through longer stretches of minimal sleep.

He'd push through this.

He just needed to make it to when the Foxes came. Just needed to make it until then and then... Neil swallowed.

He could go to something that was sort of like home. He threw his bag out of the window and it felt terribly reminiscent as he crawled out of the bathroom window to drop to the ground below. His ribs ached and he wished that Lola hadn't gotten those shots in before he had blown her to pieces.

He hears the screech of a car and feels his heart in his throat.

It's not Riko Moriyama stomping towards him.

It's...

"Drew?" he asks because there's no reason for Andrew to be here right now. But maybe...

Neil watches Andrew's face go through an entire ocean of emotions. It feels like he blinks and Andrew is slamming into him at full force. It's painful but the pain is easily eclipsed by the relief he feels as he feels Andrew's hand slide into his hair. He wraps his own arms around Andrew and clutches the fabric of his shirt.

"Abram." Andrew whispers into his ear before his face is pressed into Neil's neck and he takes a deep breath.

Neil's knees buckle at the name he's only ever given to Andrew.

Andrew supports him on his way to his knees. "Are you okay?" he asks because at this point Andrew is medicated.

"You're here." Andrew says as if it were an answer and considering Neil's own state right now he supposes it is. Andrew kisses the top of his head.

"I'm here." he promises and Andrew pulls him into his lap and pulls him back just enough to look him over. Neil regrets that he didn't take the offer for a shower or to have his clothes washed now. He can see his poor state in Andrew's growing frown.

Andrew's eyes come to his hair, "I fucking hate your hair." Andrew hisses but presses his lips to it all the same.

"I know." Neil smiles

"I also fucking hate your eyes." Andrew hisses but again presses his lips to the corner of Neil's left eye.

"I'll change it all back. I promise." Neil swears and the laugh promise comes with sounds like it hurts but his relief has it bubbling out of him anyways.

"It's good to see you Neil." Wymack's voice comes from above and Neil is struck dumb because....he looks to Andrew who nods before he looks back at Wymack.

This was their Wymack. The one who cared about them. The one who pieced Neil back together. The one who gave him a second chance. He's alive in front of Neil right this moment and if Neil wasn't so opposed to the idea he would consider letting go of Andrew to hug his college coach.

Instead he manages an awkward smile, "Hello Coach." he greets.

[xiaoddexingjiutang]

wrote a short passage based on of moments in life series by @silkling.

"Brother, I'm sorry. I think it will be some time before I can avenge you... I still have things to do on Griffin Rock." Dreadwing thought silently as he gazed into the starry expanse, allowing Blades to lean against him and rest, waiting for the storm to pass.

However, he himself grew increasingly drowsy, and before he knew it, he had gone offline to rest in the cave that temporarily sheltered them from the wind and rain.

Suddenly, a light pierced the darkness of his dream. Instinctively, he walked toward that warm and bright place, yet he felt an inexplicable fear. The figure that appeared in the light was someone he could hardly believe—it was his brother, whom he had just been calling out to. For a moment, he was speechless, his emotions a tangled mess impacting his processor and spark. He wanted to ask if a miracle had truly allowed him to reunite with his brother, if this was an illusion, or if his end was near—the thought even brought a hint of reluctance.

"Wing, I've always been able to hear you, always been able to see you." Perhaps to dispel Dreadwing's doubts, or fearing that this reunion might be brief, Skyquake spoke first, calling him by the nickname he'd used since they were young. He reached out and placed a hand on his brother's. This touch allowed Dreadwing to feel a long-missed warmth, even more intense than before. "Seeing you happily spending time with the children brings me enough joy. You don't need to do more for me."

The surge of emotions briefly calmed. The familiar words and actions, and the aching sensation of the broken spark link trying to mend, reminded Dreadwing that the one standing here was indeed his brother—or rather, his brother's spark. This gave him immense comfort; his brother's soul had not been tainted by Dark Energon as he had feared, trapped in a decaying body with no release. He subconsciously asked, "But brother... they defiled your honor, bringing you back from death..."

"After returning to the AllSpark, no actions of the living can harm me anymore," Skyquake shook his head. "But when I saw Starscream attempting to make even my remains obey him, it was utterly disgusting. Dying wasn't enough—what more torment did he want to inflict on me? But that pain was nothing compared to knowing that you were also implicated by this corpse. I watched helplessly as you were betrayed by the teacher we respected most, suffering such severe injuries, barely escaping the Nemesis with a sliver of strength, relying solely on your survival protocols. If I were alive, I'd be in such agony that I'd spit out my spark."

Skyquake had always been emotionally expressive, and Dreadwing was not surprised to see cleansing fluid accumulating in his brother's identical, vividly red optics, which began to flow as he spoke.

"Brother, you really are..." Dreadwing had countless experiences in the past soothing Skyquake's intense emotions through words, actions, and their bond. Now that the bond was gone, he could only pull his brother into his embrace, gently touching the wings on his back, hoping to convey his longing and comfort through the delicate sensations of the wings. "It's okay... In the days after you left, I never dared to imagine a moment like today... All that is in the past. After being healed by the children, I've gradually regained the strength to help them and participate in rescue missions. Don't worry."

Skyquake opened his arms to return the embrace, and because he was trying to get as close as possible to his brother, his voice sounded somewhat muffled: "It's as if I've reunited with our kin from home and our former comrades. We live peacefully, guiding those who have fallen in the recent wars to rest in the AllSpark. Although we cannot rebuild our spark link due to our different physical forms, I am still with you."

The long-missed embrace was warm and lasting; many sorrows and regrets once thought irreparable dissolved and melted away in the light.

"Wake up, wake up—the rain has stopped. Let's go back."

Dreadwing opened his eyes, feeling that both his body and spark were much lighter. Sunlight streamed into the cave entrance. Beside him, Blades gently shook his arm to wake him. He stepped out of the cave, signaling to Blades, who had been practicing flying with him, to transform and take off together, heading back toward Griffin Rock—

Since we can still fly, let's fly now.

[aiyexayen]

changheng/dongfang qingcang

❛ you look like you were jealous. ❜

"You looked like you were jealous."

Dongfang Qingcang almost scoffs, but he keeps his tone aimed toward placating as Xiao Lanhua plops down beside him on their bed and snuggles up to his side, right where she belongs.

"Don't be ridiculous."

He keeps his voice low to match the peaceful stillness of the room, reaching over to brush a lock of her hair back from her cheek. It's true that his touch is possessive but that's certainly not outside the realm of the expected. "We've long settled this--centuries ago," he says. "Why should I be so insecure I can't see my wife kiss her lover goodbye, when I know she's coming back to my arms?"

As if to prove it, Dongfang Qingcang wraps one of those said arms around her shoulders and gives her a reassuring squeeze, relishing the way her body relaxes against him.

In truth, he had even been busy enough this time with the skirmishes in the north that he had barely the time and presence of mind each night to miss Xiao Lanhua. Where would he obtain the energy to be jealous over her too?

As he watches, the corners of her lips turn up. Her face looks particularly round and impish in the moonlight streaming from the balcony; her eyes laughing and serious at the same time as they turn up to meet his, so bright and clear and full of love. The vision she makes strikes him like lightning and Dongfang Qingcang wants nothing more than to gather her to him, warm and soft, and ease the pleasant ache burning hotter in his core with every minute she's back in his bed.

"No," Xiao Lanhua says, lips widening into something a little too knowing for comfort. "You looked like you were jealous of me."

Dongfang Qingcang freezes and Xiao Lanhua takes the opportunity to pull out of his grasp.

He sees the memory as if it's playing out before him once again--Changheng's hands on Xiao Lanhua's face, on her neck, cradling her close with sweet emotion. It was gentle and then it wasn't, Xiao Lanhua reaching up to bury one hand in Changheng's hair, the hint of his startled moan as she deepened the kiss.

Dongfang Qingcang had felt...something. Something like swallowing ice, the way it burns cold all the way down. And then he had carefully looked away from the feeling, breathing steadily as though nothing had disrupted it to begin with.

How many thousands of years will they be together before his wife stops finding vulnerabilities of his to expose? When will she finally run out of ways to dig into the heart of him and disrupt something new, a gardener determined to make use of every inch of fertile land?

He can't look away now; Xiao Lanhua crawls into his lap and presses cool hands against his cheeks to keep his eyes only on hers. Adrenaline lights up Dongfang Qingcang's veins--a moment of uncertainty, anticipation.

"I...I--"

There is only the heavy thud of his pulse and the sensation of being pinned, seen. Words fail.

If he's lucky, he knows, the answer is never.

"Just think about it," Xiao Lanhua says, and kisses him.

It is the fullness of her clemency, a cool rain against flushed-warm cheeks, and Dongfang Qingcang falls gladly into it with a sigh. But it is not truly freedom, nor is it shelter from his own desire.

Just think about it, as if he can do anything else now, the memory of hands and lips tangling with the reality of skin on skin as Xiao Lanhua pushes him back onto the bed.

Just think about it, more a curse than an offer, as he searches her mouth for the lingering taste of another.

Just think about it, and as Dongfang Qingcang lays sated in the rumpled aftermath of their reunion, he does.

Perhaps...perhaps he is overdue for a visit to the mortal realm, and a drink with his would-be zhiji.

[kalebsded]

POSSIBLE SPOILERS FOR FINAL FANTASY XIII -LIGHTNING RETURNS!!!!

I just finished Lightning Returns. Holy fuck that ending was BIZARRE but also the exact ending I wanted. I LOVED every second of the main story. I love the anti government/religion, I love the (in my eyes) hints at queerness, I LOVE the reunions, I love that they did closure for the sequel characters?? I LOVE CAIUS/YUEL/NOEL'S ENDING SMMM!!! I love literally everything about the end.

There are just a few things I don't understand:

When Lightning first goes down onto the first little bit of the cathedral, and she talks to Lumina, everything was pretty much okay until Lightning decides to make sure Vanille doesn't do the soul song. When Lightning decides to run off to do that, Lumina suddenly breaks down and begs her not to leave.. AND THEN POOFS AWAY WHEN LIGHTNING LEAVES??? Just go with Lightning, kiddo. It's not like she would've stopped Lumina if she was gonna help? Lumina seems pretty powerful too, she could've been a big help. 😭

When Lightning talks to "Cid." If Lightning could talk to the dead and hear them out better than Vanille could, why didn't they do that sooner than legit the last day to talk? Vanille could hear all of them at once and it was suffocating, but Lightning could hear one guy out that was speaking for all the dead, and actually figure out what to do. Why'd they wait till the very end to suddenly throw that bit of kinda big story at us? Lightning and Vanille could've talked it out and the whole soul song thing could've been stopped way earlier.

If Lightning lost her emotions not because of the gods, but because she shut them away when her mom passed, how come she actually had character in the first game, then suddenly she becomes helpers for God's and becomes emotionless?? Shouldn't she have been emotionless from the start if she "made herself emotionless?" She was pretty emotionless in XIII-2, and Lumina wasn't a thing, so it can't be because Lumina took the emotional part of Lightning and left her with only logic. Plus, if she genuinely couldn't feel any emotion till the very end of the game, why did she care to help Serah, or any of the others, and genuinely care when they were hurt? If she only cared about Serah, she could've saved many other souls, yet she went after people like Snow and Caius who were difficult or even impossible to save. She could've just stuck to finding oil for Bachti and small things like that. 😭😭

Remember these?

She felt genuine emotions like joy, worry, annoyance, and more but those are the pictures I have at the moment. If she lost her emotions because of herself, shouldn't it have been flipped? Where she is emotionless in the first game and grows to show her feelings by LR? She even was really shut off from everything in the very beginning and warmed up to the others enough to show emotion. But no?? more time passes and she shuts off after growing so much in game one???

This one I'm almost more mad about than Hope constantly in your ear bothering you all of LR.

If Noel cared enough about Serah to help at the very end of the game, why didn't he just help though the whole game? He wasn't doing anything after we beat him in the fight other than wandering Luxerion. He could've just tagged along. Lightning told him the goal was to save Serah before they fought and all he cared about was his Yuel, but suddenly at the very end he cares now? I could see why Sazh and Snow didn't tag along. Sazh had Dajh to spend the remainder of time with, and Snow technically had a house to rebuild even though it wasn't worth it since the end of the world was approaching, but I guess it's a better excuse than; "I only care about Yuel right now, so you can save Serah on your own."

If Lightning and Fang knew that Vanille was being manipulated a few days before the end, and Vanille regularly wanders the cathedral later in the day, and at least Lightning knows this, why didn't they just tell her? Maybe Fang knew less and didn't believe she could convince Vanille yet. But Lightning doesn't have an excuse. Lightning found out Vanille was being manipulated and why a few days before the end, and we could go up to Vanille and talk to her still. Why didn't Lightning tell her before the soul song was about to be performed??? She didn't even try at all, maybe if there was a scene where she tried and it didn't work without Fang being there for some reason then maybe the end would make more sense, but it was actually very preventable. Lightning also didn't know that Buhnavelze (or however you spell that thing,) was controlling Hope yet, so maybe Hope could've had a suspicious scene where he tells Lightning to go do something "important" before she tries to tell Vanille? That would've been great.

I also didn't understand "fake Serah" at all? Like, they said things like, "she was a fake the whole time." So that means for how long? Cause the whole time would mean she wasn't ever real including before the L'cie stuff, but I don't think they meant that? Unless they did? They mean just for after she died right? There's no way they mean to say that the whole first game journey was for a fake sister/fiance, right? The whole XIII-2 journey would've also meant nothing because the main character would've been fake, and saving her in LR would be pointless if she was fake the whole time too? So they had to have meant when she randomly appeared to attempt to toy with Lightning, right?

What happened to the fakes anyways? Tf happened to fake Serah? Did she just get cast aside bc she wasn't the real Serah? She explained that she had feelings and a soul, just not Serah's soul, which means she was a real person too. Did I blink and miss the scene where she turned into only a soul too or go into Lightning's heart or something? Cause after all the talk of doing what's right and making sure to save literally everyone except for Caius and most the Yuel's, there's no way they'd cast aside someone like that just because she isn't the actual Serah, right?

Now this one is probably gonna be excused with "they're just optional NPCs!" But I'm still gonna ask.

The fuck did they do? Did they develop mental disorders and become disabled? The side quests are SOOOO dragged out, and all they do is yap and yap. Most the quests are; "go up the hill and find the thing we've been searching for, for 500 years." Or "go find my wife's broken calculator for me that's just over there in the sand by the skeleton. My poor dumb soul can't be saved without that broken calculator." Like, really? Pretty much all the side quests are just nonsense fluff that they could very well do themselves. Why do their souls depend on Lightning doing everything, and why do they talk so much for so long and drag out everything as much as possible? AND WHY DO YOU GAIN LEVELS OFF OF THE DUMBASS FLUFF QUESTS THAT'RE SO SO PAINFUL? WHY WAS BUHNAVELZE SO HARD AFTER DOING MOSTLY ALL THE QUESTS TOO? YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT HE'S EVEN MORE DIFFICULT WITHOUT DOING ALMOST ALL QUESTS? I ALMOST HAD TO START COMPLETELY OVER ON THAT FIGHT 😰

Don't tell me about the four rooms at the end either, the fights in there were also way too hard and I couldn't do a single one. That shit is for new game+

Why is Buhnavelze so annoying? Like, he controlled Hope's body, right? Hope talked in your ear about everything and as many useless things as possible. Real Hope didn't do that. Why is Buhnavelze really damn annoying?

Despite all the flaws, I still love it and will be going rabid over it. This hyper fixation will be the most over the top so far because it's too good. I could make a bigger rant than this about why I love it, but I won't.

Please tell me about these things if you know about them though. I'd love to hear it out and learn why all these things happened the way they did.

[wrenrogue]

kuroken au where a certain stray black cat keeps bringing kenma dead mice every other day. Kenma doesn't know what's going on because he doesn't even own the cat to begin with. Eventually kenma let's the cat into his house and soon enough, he starts to befriend it and eventually adopts it, naming it Kuro. The cat never stops bringing kenma gifts though and becomes Kenma's emotional support animal when he's feeling especially anxious.

One day after a particularly bad panic attack, kenma kisses kuro on his lil head, thanking him for all his help and is full of love for him when BAM, kuro turns human, a very hot and very naked human man.

Kenma almost panics again but he manages to keep his composure and asks the guy who he is and where his cat is. Sexy man has a hard time speaking, making a fool of himself by trying to speak so he stays quiet and covers himself with his hands instead.

Kenma notices the guy's discomfort and brings him a towel to at least cover himself. Eventually after like an hour, the man speaks. He apologizes to Kenma and explains that his name is Kuroo Tetsurou.

He found an amulet on his way home and the owner of said amulet (a witch) found him and thought he was the thief that stole it in the first place. As punishment, he got turned into a cat. And he'd been stuck as a cat for about two years or maybe more, he's not sure.

He took a liking to kenma and felt the need to provide for him, hence the gifts. Kenma then asked what broke the curse and kuroo turned beet red at the question, mumbling an answer. Kenma wasn't having it though and asked again more firmly.

Kuroo sighs and says "apparently the curse would only be lifted if my soulmate kissed me" and now it's Kenma's turn to turn red. Both are completely awkward and conflicted about the whole thing, but eventually kenma decides to help kuroo reconnect with his old life.

They start by buying kuroo clothes of course. As they look for Kuroo's family and friends, kuroo and kenma start getting closer. They're very aware that they're soulmates, but they don't know how to address it. Every touch and glance they share is excruciating, because they want to do something about it, but they're too shy to act on anything.

Eventually, the day before they're set to visit Kuroo's old apartment, Kenma's had enough and decides to take matters into his own hands. They're on Kenma's bed, kuroo talking about his old life and watching kenma play his game, when kenma asks "kuro, what will happen to us after you find your friends and family?"

There's silence after that and kenma feels panic rising within him, maybe he shouldn't have said that. Kenma doesn't realize he's shaking and lowkey hyperventilating until kuroo is right next to him asking if he's okay and if he needs anything.

"You." Kenma says, "I need you." because it's true. Kenma has grown to love the comfort kuroo brings him

He's grown to love kuroo and wants to keep him for as long as he can. Kuroo brushes Kenma's hair behind his ear and hazel eyes meet gold. Somehow there's an understanding between them. They close the gap between them, their lips gently pressing against each other

When they part, they're breathless in the best possible way. Kenma then says "you never answered my question"

and kuroo just laughs before saying "I want to stay in your life if you allow me too?"

"Only if you do one thing for me." Kenma says.

"What is it?"

Kenma puts his arms around Kuroo's neck and says "Kiss me again?"

Kuroo smiles against Kenma's lips and says "i can do that yeah"

"Then get to it" And they close the gap between them again and spend the rest of their night lip locked and in each other's arms

The next few days kuroo does reconnect with his friends and roommates, and then later his family. He introduces everyone to kenma after their emotional reunion and explanation for his disappearance.

Kuroo's friend bokuto in particular sits next to kenma and asks "So how does it feel like to date your cat?" Kenma chokes on his drink while bokuto laughs and kuroo yells at him.