i know it’s not his birthday anymore, but my friend @the-voltage-diaries really likes him and because i really like her i drew a quick taki <3
holy cow i-
if you hear a news about a heartless asshole having a heart attack in the morning its gonna be me, because DAMN THIS ART IS SO GOOD OKAY
now, while I lose myself in those beautiful eyes, you go lose yourself in the beauty of their art. (I believe they’ve posted more- watch me find all of it and show the world)
#reblog #i mean lets take a moment here #to look at him #and i mean LOOK at him #do you see that hair? #the shine is so perfect #do you see his ear? the curve of it is as soft and magnificent as the man himself #this is literally what i woke up to #like im on discord #minding my own business #and then I see THIS #like hello bird? are you trying to kill me here #i KNOW I KNOW IM ALREADY DED BUT #are you still trying to kill me anyway #his eyes are beautiful #im gonna go get lost in them #hi bird you're seriously the best #i love u ty
This fandom is TINY and I’m not exaggerating. There are like 4 people in it. So do me (and yourself) a favor and watch this show.
Shipping these two is both exciting and nerve wrecking because this show just does NOT revolve around the main characters and their personal lives.
But it’s so carefully staged and blocked - you can be sure that everything is planned and not a random coincidence, which makes interpreting things so much more fun.
Anyway I hope you enjoy this. I’d LOVE to get some feedback :)
I finally did it! I finished this damn thing, which almost got on my last nerve
non-otome related but good god are these folks cute, my tony x natalie heart is so satisfied. Thank you for this video! Everything about it is perfect: the BGM, the actual content, and god am I a simp for tony and his british accent
Many of you, I’m sure, have heard of these 3 lovely sites that straight up STEAL OUR FREAKING CONTENT. If you have a tumblr blog, I can guarantee you’re on all three.
As and artist who literally write on every. Single. Post “Don’t Repost or edit” I AM INFURIATED.
There are not one, not two, but THREE blogs taking ALL of my content from ALL FIVE OF MY BLOGS without permission, and no way to contact or remove it. All of their emails are fake. So trying is fruitless. Not to mention they are all absolutely INFESTED with viruses. (If you decided to look yourself up, click out almost instantly)
Not ONLY do they steal all my (and your) work, but they ALSO post all your stats. No no, I’m not talking about notes. (Though they got those too >:() I’m talking about Your blog private stats.
Numbers of each post type
Average amount of notes (Though on at least Tumbral I found these HORRIBLY inaccurate)
Point is, you NEED TO KNOW that every. SIngle. Post. You make is uploaded to this site in REAL TIME. The second you hit “Blog”.
It’s honestly disgusting since, as an artist, I work VERY hard and its really not that hard to respect my wishes of not being reposted without a heads up. Imagine my surprise when I found My Varian art while searching google for a website I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW EXISTED!!!! How messed up is that?
There is currently no way to take your blog off these sites, and so a warning to all:
We are being monitored. Your blogs are being shown to people not of this site, whether you have search on google/tumblr enabled or not. It keeps reposting.
PLEASE BE CAREFUL MORE THAN EVER ABOUT WHAT YOU POST! And avoid posting private information because it’s now more exposed. YOU are more exposed.
We are all at risk, and if anyone knows more or a way to rid our blogs from the sites, PLEASE REBLOG WITH ANSWERS!! This breaks many privacy codes.
I’m not sure what else to do other than reblog this information to help others know, and watch what you post. But please please Please Be careful.
Sometimes I feel like we forget how dangerous this internet is.
Oh my fucking god i cant believe this day is here already (as per JST)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TAKI!
You are, by far, the most wonderful man I’ve ever gotten the chance to read, to experience, to laugh with, to cry with, to- YOU KNOW. I love you, you’re the absolute best. Thank you for just… being there. For being you.
I love ya, my mans
A very happy birthday to you~
(Credits to @leoamber66 for the amazing Taki art she drew me, which I used for the birthday card. Please do not repost without permission.)
Just because im a rebel im gonna comment on a sleeveless eisuke
#reblog #.... i dont even have anything to say #like#just imagine #me waking up all happy and chill #thinking about stabbing 5 assholes of my life #i open tumblr #and I see THIS #THIS TOP TIER STUFF OKAY???? #how am i supposed to function after that #no no you tell me #how the fuck am i supposed to function #that evil smirk/smile gives me life #dont ask why #i'll tell u anyway #its bc im evil #also like those noodle arms LOL #im gonna sieve and feed to 2D #also while ur checking this post also check her tags for the post #hilarious lmao #hi helena i know ur here #i love u and ur art #ur amazing#<3 <3
‘Pulcherrima rosa me’: Latin for ‘My beautiful rose’.
Disclaimer: Office AU, Hanahaki AU. Now, since it’s Hanahaki, of course it will be angsty. So, time to fasten those seat belts and sit tight.
Word Count: 2225
Author’s note: My first open-ended fic, lmao. Originally was supposed to have smut, but things changed here and there, so you see.
P.S.: Special thanks to @akaiiro-yume for being my proofreader and amazing fangirl buddy
That’s how long they had known each other.
To be precise, that’s the number of years they had been the closest of friends.
Never more, never less.
Just two individuals who over time had, step by step, closed in on the gap separating them, narrowing it so much that barely any space remained. They became so used to being around each other that the thought of sharing the tales of their daily life, no matter how embarrassing, bitching and moaning about work and clients, laughing together without bothering to care about how weird they looked seemed like the definition of normal. But that’s the thing ; no matter how closely their paths collided, an invisible line always kept their journeys divided. Most people called that line “friendship”. Taki and (Y/N) had never been anything more than friends.
They never knew how to be anything BUT friends.
So then why was she the only person on Taki’s mind while his eyes shut to bear the pain of throwing up while he hunched over the sink, coughing up a handful of what looked redder than blood, albeit was anything but?
“I want this done by the morning,” Taki told the finance head, handing him the proposal for the project they were planning to bid for. “And when I say morning, I mean I’d like to see it on my table by the time I walk in. Is that alright?”
“Yes, sir,” the man responded, picking up the papers and giving him a quick bow before making his way out, muttering a quiet ‘good night,’ to which the CEO gave him a nod of his own.
Taki then turned in his chair and peeked through the thick glass wall of his cabin in search of his secretary. Once his eyes landed on the familiar raven up-do, his lips, though very quietly and only for a moment, lined up in a hint of a small smile.
There she sat on her table, her eyes focused on her laptop screen while her fingers typed away at the keyboard, not noticing the gaze a pair of dark brown eyes fixated on her.
Instead of calling her immediately to discuss the day’s schedule with her, Taki took a moment to admire the woman who had been at his side for the last two years, professionally speaking. For, beyond the walls of the office, he had known her for more than half of his life.
His eyes made their way across her form; slowly drinking in the way she every so often took a moment to stretch her back, roll her shoulders and her neck before getting back to the task at hand, how one of her delicate fingers came up to push a strand of hair behind the perfect curve of her ear, how she bit her lip in concentration every time she worked against time. God, was she beautifu-
The clang of a pen rolling across the table and falling to the floor startled him back to reality, and he shook his head, rolling his eyes at his carelessness before bending down to pick up the pen.
“(Y/N)!” He called, turning back to his laptop and opening up his schedule. He heard the familiar click-clack of her heels and soon enough, the door opened with a low creak. Taki didn’t even need to look up from the screen to know she was here. “Do we have anything else on the agenda for the day?”
‘We do?’ Taki thought to himself, his eyes giving his schedule a once-over. He didn’t see anything else on it that needed to be done today, so what was (Y/N) talking abo-
“You have a meeting with the board at 9 AM, then a site visit scheduled at 10 AM, a business call with the head of the Ichinomiya Group at 12 PM regarding the construction of their new hotel in Auckland, another site visit for at a different location at 1 PM, and th-”
“Wait a second, why don’t I see all of this anywhere on my schedule?”
“Because you’re viewing the schedule for 3rd November.”
“Yes, and as far as I remember, today IS 3rd November.”
“No, sir,” (Y/N) said, and it was then that Taki looked up to see the smirk on her face, “I’m pretty sure it’s the 4th today.”
He took a quick glance at his watch and saw that the smaller of the two hands had passed the 12 o’ clock mark, and it was, in fact, 12:30 AM. Which meant that it was, in fact, 4th November.
It also meant that they had worked beyond the designated office hours for the fourth straight day in a row.
“I’m sorry for making you work over time again,” Taki muttered, pursing his lips.
“Nah, that’s okay,” (Y/N) shrugged, sending him a playful wink, “Apart from that cute little pout, you’re paying me for it. Rather handsomely, too, so I’m chill.”
“Firstly, I’m NOT pouting,” Taki muttered, rolling his eyes when he heard his secretary whisper the word ‘denial’, “And secondly, Ms. (L/N), is that how you’ll be talking to your boss now?” He smirked. He would be straight up lying if he said he didn’t enjoy this amused change in the atmosphere. In fact, he welcomed it after the long day he’d had.
“Mr. Boss,” she immediately responded, stretching out the word ‘boss’, to which Taki couldn’t help but scoff, “The office hours are over. I’m under no obligation to kiss your ass anymore.”
And oh, he tried.
He tried so hard to stop that laugh from escaping when (Y/N) made a kissy face at him, but alas, he lost and let it erupt with a low rumble from deep within his chest when she lifted two tiny finger hearts to go along with the flying kisses.
And you know what they say, laughter is contagious. Soon enough, (Y/N) too joined Taki in his wonderland of chuckles, and it wasn’t long before they both laughed so much that their stomachs hurt because each time they’d try to stop, all it’d take is one glance at each other’s faces to lose their shit again.
“Pfft,” (Y/N) scoffed, trying to come down from the rush of euphoria she’d just had, “You should be thanking your lucky stars for having the privilege to get as fun a secretary as me. You have NO idea how lucky you are, I tell you.”
‘I agree,’ Taki thought as he took a moment to calm down, letting a rush of air fill his lungs as he took a deep breath in. He relaxed into his chair and glanced back at the magnificent woman standing before him, truly thankful to have her close by. But as soon as he adoringly grabbed on to the memory of the laugh they’d just shared, another sensation latched on to him, stopping him from thinking any deeper by dragging his attention to the ache building up deep within his chest.
Taki paused, shifting uncomfortably at the unfamiliar sensation. All remnants of humor left him at the way something seemingly gripped at the base of his lungs, squeezing hard. He felt like he couldn’t breathe for a moment, and his discomfort only grew with each passing second as a painful cough arose in his throat, blocking off any passage for air.
“Argh,” he groaned, his fingers pressing at the space between his collarbones, trying to massage the area into creating some sort of a path through the dark fog building up in his throat, so unforgiving that he almost saw black for a moment.
“Taki?” (Y/N) called his name, all her remaining laughter immediately dying down the moment her gaze washed over him. “A-are you okay?”
And just like that, as quickly had the discomfort come, it died down.
It vanished into a thin breeze, leaving Taki gasping for some much needed mouthfuls of air.
“Y-yeah,” Taki responded, still in a daze. He had no idea what just happened, and it seemed so surreal that he almost brushed it off as a hallucination, but the concern in (Y/N)’s eyes told him whatever transpired wasn’t just a figment of his imagination. He took a moment to compose himself, before following up with a much more self-assured “Yes, I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine.”
“But I feel fine.”
“… Are you sure?”
“Are you like, sure sure?”
“No, actually.” He looked up at her, an amused grin floating on his face. “I’m not sure sure that I’m fine.”
“See? I KNEW you weren’t okay. Should I call for a doc-”
“You’ve got it all wrong,” he interrupted, stopping her halfway on her mini-panic spree, “I’m sure-sure sure I’m fine.”
“… You’re a jerk, you know that?” (Y/N) huffed, sending a scowl in Taki’s direction. “One of these days I’m gonna stab you with- with…” her eyes quickly scanned the room, looking for an appropriate object to finish her statement with while Taki tried to control his smirk from spreading any wider, “… with a sticky note.”
… well, it was too late to go back on words. So, grumbling under her breath, (Y/N) repeated, “With a… sticky note.”
“Mr. Kozaki.” (Y/N) narrowed her eyes at the man, giving him her least scary glare, “did you just ‘pfft’ me?”
“Yes,” he replied confidently, placing his forearms on the table top, “Yes I did.”
“Watch your back. I really will throw the sticky note at this rate.” (Y/N) turned around, her fingers grasping the doorknob, “… and soon.”
Taki watched her step out of his cabin, an amused twinkle in her eye. “Gee, I’m so scared,” he muttered, mostly to himself, before shaking his head at their childishness and turning back to the work at hand.
But even as his eyes swam across the screen, processing the words and formulating appropriate responses, the back of his mind couldn’t let go of the strange inquisitiveness that poked at it, seeking answers to just one question.
What was that fleeting, deadly little coughing fit all about?
He got so focused on his work that he didn’t notice the diligent finance head step into his cabin again only 30 minutes later, quietly keeping the finished proposal on the glass table before walking out just as quietly, so as not to disturb his concentration. He didn’t notice the same guy stopping by (Y/N)’s table, offering her a steaming mug of coffee and giving her the gentlest of smiles while offering to help if needed. He didn’t notice any of it until he heard the pleasant sound of her laugh, passing through the gaps in the glass walls before bouncing off of them on the inside, creating the most melodious of echos.
His eyes left the screen for a quick second to focus on the scene outside, and what he saw made a strange anxiety rise up within him like tiniest of dew vaporizing and stretching its fingers to reaching out to the sky - slowly rising up from the depths of his stomach, travelling up to his chest and finally solidifying just beneath his lips.
Right in front of him stood (Y/N), her fingers clutching an arm that didn’t belong to Taki, her lips turning up into the brightest of curves, shining so bright one would almost go blind, as she laughed along with the damned finance head about something or the other.
And that’s when Taki felt like the (Y/N) who had been standing just within an arm’s reach this whole time was about to slip away from his very fingers, and the feeling that he wouldn’t be able to do anything to stop it pricked at him, rendering him in a state of confused speechlessness.
‘Wait. Shouldn’t I feel happy for her, considering she’s finally seeing a guy?’ he thought, taking a deep breath. ‘Yeah. It’s a good thing. But then… what is this insecurity I’m feeling right now?’
The answer to that question seemed only a heartbeat away, and the moment he reached out to grasp it, his body jerked backwards, falling onto his chair while his breathing quickened. The somewhat familiar feeling of his throat being clawed at came back to him - much stronger this time. It all happened quick; his brow furrowed into a deeper crease as moisture pricked at the back of his eyes, his world going back for a moment. Taki’s mouth leaped to suck in a croaked breath - which sounded more like a painful gasp at this point - while his fingers gripped at the collar of his shirt, looking for any way to free him of the sudden pain growling in his chest. He felt a powerful cough coming, preceded by short, painful ones.
“Ah,” he let out a breathy moan, the tears finally making their way to the front of his eyes, followed by a few more. With him standing on the thin line separating sanity from delirium, his body lurched forward, finally finding solace in the way his throat forced out tiny balls of red while the moisture building behind his eyelids finally broke apart to slide down his cheek in one, straight line. The second his gullet felt free again, his body shook with need as he gulped in mouthfuls of air.
Once the dark haze clouding his mind finally started to part, he turned his eyes to look at the red chunk his trachea had shoved out. His eyes widened when his fingertips came in contact with the soft, silky skin of the petals - redder than the darkest of rubies.
The petals of the one flower which finally made him piece together his feelings for the woman standing beyond the see-through walls of his cabin.
… Remember how he wanted to know what his coughing fit was all about?
i feel like i owe y'all an apology for not posting any fics or anything much for the past three months or so…?
i still really really love writing fan fiction but i don’t know… i kinda lost the spark for writing and now it just feels like a chore to me :(
i have been trying to work on a yuri on ice fic, but it’s just not really working out for some reason.
guess i just wanted to say that i’m still here! i’ll still be writing but it just wouldn’t be as often as i’d like it to be :( i’m sorry 😭
This is such a mood. I get ya, kiddo. It’s okay to take breaks, it’s okay to not have a certain consistency. It’s okay because that’s what makes you, YOU. I have like 10 drafts lying in my tumblr and I randomly take breaks too, but make sure that you keep writing something or the other. Just because you can’t write one fic doesn’t mean you direct all your energy to it and end up pressurizing yourself to finish it. Try your hand out at other stuff, and I’m sure you’ll have fun.
And, of course, I’m sure your followers are as awesome as you. They understand. Don’t try to put the blame on yourself or try to understand why you can’t write. Just let it all go and write for yourself~ I’ll be waiting for ya to drop something awesome, so keep writing, kiddo. You got this! <3
#reblog #yuna the kiddo #why do i sense a strange feeling of self doubt #dm me ok #slide into my dms #not in THAT way ya nasty mind #and keep writing #you write better than I ever could lmfao #so dont think of why you havent been able to write this one thing #bc it will only make your writers' block worse #come back to it when u feel the inspiration #but apart from that try S O M E THING ELSE #i know it'll end up being awesome either way #so good luck #ok now enough cheezyness bye bye
Embrasse-Moi (Part 3) - Eisuke Ichinomiya x Soryu Oh [NSFW]
It’s 3 months late, but IT’S FINALLY HERE! It’s my first smut in a long, long time lol, so I really didn’t hold back. So uh… cheers? Also, a major thanks to @akaiiro-yume for being not only my amazing proofreader but also the one who kept cheering me on, forcing encouraging me to get my ass over and write it get done with it, even as I had like a bazillion mini p a n i k breakdowns. You’re the absolute best. THANK YOU! <3
‘Embrasse moi’: French for ‘Kiss me’.
Disclaimer: Guy x Guy, NSFW. Cussing. Let’s get ‘em lemons, bois. I know y'all want some smut, and let me warn you - we’re all going to the horny jail together. Amirite?
Word count: 3656. U m.
For: @kbtbbposts (its so so so late plez forgive me I cant write smut)
Also, with this, this mini-fic series is F IN A L L Y COMPLETE AYY!!
“There seems to be a lot of confusion between us,” he whispers. “How about we do something to ensure there is no more confusion?”
He sounds different, somehow. The low, impatient way his voice tumbles out from between those perfect lips is unlike anything I’ve ever heard from him before. And I’ll be lying even to myself if I say the idea of being the sole cause of such urgency in him doesn’t excite me.
His warm, even exhales fan the shell of my ear, and I can’t help the shudder that rips through me at the contrast between his controlled breathing and his voice - with only a hint of restraint tracing its edges, waiting to push itself beyond the line of reason.
Eisuke’s tongue peeks out from that lush mouth I can’t wait to have on mine, and trails a line down my ear. “A-and what is that?” I manage to choke out, my fingers grasping the front of his shirt in an attempt to ground the impatience seeping through me.
“Soryu Oh,” he whispers, and the feel of my name on his lips, muffling as his teeth nibble at my earlobe, is almost magical. “Let me fucking kiss you.”
Even though I’m pretty sure all sense of reason bid me a fond farewell not too long ago, I’m grateful for whatever bits of it it left behind, because those remnants are the only thing that stop me from making an embarrassment of myself by screaming the words ‘GLADLY, YOU GODDAMN BRAT’ in his face. I pause and, trying to push the picture of a smirking Eisuke out of my darned mind, miraculously manage to utter the word ‘Okay’ out.
Eisuke’s teeth pause their assault on my earlobe as he pulls away to look at me. His chocolaty brown eyes, their colour so warm it feels like I’m being wrapped up in the safest of places, meet my bland grey ones and for a second I pause, not knowing if he is going to say anything or not. Heck, I don’t even know if anything is going to happen or not.
Do I want something to happen?
You know you do, fucker.
Okay. Fine. Yes. I want him to kiss me. I want him to ravage me. Alright? But I don’t know if he will do it or n-
My unspoken doubts are answered not even a moment later when Eisuke’s fingers graze the side of my neck before holding on to it, rather firmly. My eyes don’t leave his for a single moment, and it’s when his shut close do I realise what’s about to happen within a fraction of seconds.
I have only like… a millisecond to poetically examine those long lashes before his mouth is on mine, his lips brushing against mine with the softest of touches.
Wait, is that all he’s got?
After that brief collision, his lips draw back and I just have to furrow my brows in confusion because if after all of that build-up he’s going to leave me hanging then-
Setting aside how Eisuke fucking Ichinomiya seems to apparently be a fan of interrupting my internal monologue, I can’t help the way my eyes widen when, barely a second later, his lips are back on mine because firstly, I wasn’t expecting that - no wait, I think I was - and secondly, this time, they are firmer, bolder, and seemingly insistent on not leaving mine alone.
Which is pretty darn fine with me, really.
If it wasn’t for the wall I’m pressed up against, I probably would’ve toppled back. Eisuke takes another small step forward and lightly pushes me against its cool surface, his other hand reaching up to hold me by the waist. His lips move against mine, with his teeth occasionally pausing to give my bottom lip a slight tug, making me get a glimpse of the sweet coffee he tastes like.
My body, which till this point was too surprised to move, responds in kind with the way my fingers reach up to draw a faint line across his collarbone. I think I hear him gasp, and the smirk making its way to my face is rudely interrupted by his teeth roughly biting at my bottom lip. This time it’s me who gasps, and the unfortunately sexy bastard standing before me takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth, meeting mine halfway.
“A-Ah!” I let out a strangled groan when I feel the pressure in my pants stiffen. His hold on my waist tightens, and Eisuke takes that as his cue to place his leg in the empty space between my own.
“I want to hear you, Soryu,” he says, his lips calmly tracing my jaw. “And I want to hear you moan.”
He moves his leg slightly, and right about then is when I understand the purpose of repositioning his leg between my own. I feel his thigh rub against my crotch, stimulating the base of my hardening cock in a teasing way only this man could know, and I let out a moan. But, of course, since someone needs to take on the responsibility of teaching his rich ass-less ass that he won’t get what he wants - at least not so easily, I hide my head in the crook of his neck just in time to make sure it comes out muffled.
“Come on, Soryu,” Eisuke purrs, his eyes turning back to look at mine with such blatant want that my legs almost give out beneath me. What’s also present there is an underlying mirth, swimming just beneath the surface, prodding ever so slightly. “Moan for me, wouldn’t you?”
“Make me,” I challenge, and the responsive smirk he gives me is all I need to know that the man has accepted the challenge.
The fingers resting on my waist travel up my sides, leaving invisible lines in their wake. My breath hitches, and Eisuke’s smirk only deepens.
“You’re sensitive here,” his eyes shoot a quick glance down before they’re on me again, “aren’t you?”
“I- ah,” his index finger gives my side a little scratch, making me roll my head back and let out a gasp, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“You don’t, hmm?”
Eisuke takes a step back, allowing me to inhale some much needed air - I completely forgot about the whole process of breathing in oxygen when he started kissing me like that. He gives me a once over, almost as if he’s looking over his handiwork - which he basically is.
“We need to do something about these clothes,” he growls, looking up at me. “You’re wearing far too many.”
His fingers grab my top at the hem, and in one fluid motion, Eisuke’s pulled it over my head and ripped it away from my body. He’s quick at undoing the buttons of my pants too, and while he’s busy taking that offending article of clothing away from my body, I take a moment to just… feel it all.
I faintly remember him undressing me last night, but now that I’m fully in control of myself and I know what’s happening, all this just feels so much more intoxicating. Eisuke’s like a drug, slowly filling every empty space left in my mind with thoughts of him ; his touch, his kisses, his fingers… just him.
I’m not given any more time to be poetic because after giving my body a good, lengthy stare, Eisuke’s lips capture mine once again while his hands explore around. “God, you’re perfect,” he mutters when I let out a pleased hum, enjoying the way the tips of his fingers scratch along my scars.
“Wait,” I pull back, only to have his mouth chase mine, “Just wait a damned second, would you?”
“What.” He pulls back, it to say he looks annoyed would be the understatement of the whole fucking millennia. “Don’t tell me, you want to stop right now?”
Even though this brat is the most demanding person I probably have had the misfortune to meet, the way his brow arches up in genuine concern, ready to stop if I say the word, makes me smile. “No, sucker,” I murmur, bending to give him a quick kiss while my hands come up to rest around his neck. “The thing is… I’m not the only one who needs to be naked, you know.”
“What?” He breathes, looking like someone just knocked the wind out of him.
“Oh my bleeding heart,” I sigh loudly, rubbing my forehead in exasperation. He still looks a little confused - yes, THE Eisuke Ichinomiya, the bearer of the most in-control personality, a smartass, always so freakin’ sure of himself looks confused - and I take the opportunity to swap our places, so that now he is the one pressed up against the wall. “What I’m saying is… Off. With those damn clothes. Now.”
“Ah, how the tables have turned,” he whispers, finally catching up with the situation at hand. I don’t get too long to revel in my victory, though, for just then Eisuke grabs me firmly by the back of my neck and pulls my face to him, hard, pressing our lips together.
He pushes himself away from the wall and starts to inch me in the direction of the bed. His lips never cease their attack on mine as wraps his arm around my back, gently lowering me onto the soft mattress. My hands find their way to the buttons of his shirt, wanting to see all of him.
“Patience, baby,” he growls when he sees my struggle to undo those goddamn rich-people buttons, and he pushes himself up on his knees, straddling me in the process. I totally don’t feel my cock twitch in response, already half hard. Nope. I’m telling you I don’t.
Who the fuck do I think I’m kidding, of course I do.
He’s damn hot, don’t blame me.
He pulls his shirt out of his pants, and it only takes him a moment to grab it by the back collar and yank it off of himself in one go. It’s such a great turn-on.
Once his shirt is off, I allow my eyes to look at him fully. It’s definitely not my first time seeing him half-undressed, but it’s been a while. Eisuke’s not particularly buff - his build is more on the leaner side, but it’s easy to see he works out fairly regularly.
It seems like my fingers develop a mind of their own as they reach out to brush over the faint outlines of his abs, and without thinking, I whisper, “Fuck, you’re perfect, Eisuke.”
My eyes leave his drool-worthy muscles to look back at his face, and I feel him freeze under my fingers. His dark brown orbs, which earlier looked like they were hungry with want, now darken with something akin to need. A discovery I take a lot of pleasure in.
Without a word, his head dips down, and his lips find the base of my neck, latching on to it. He kisses a spot there before running his tongue up the skin, making an unintentional “Ah, fuck,” escape me.
“Mm, you like that?” he purrs against my skin, and I feel my already hardening cock give another appreciative twitch.
“Good to know.”
He trails his lips lower and lower, from my neck, to my chest, to my abdomen, giving my skin a lick every now and then. As his kisses travel lower, the anticipation of what’s about to come only grows within me, making the bundle of nerves in my pant- briefs now - only make more of a mess of themselves.
“I want to have a taste of you, Soryu,” he says. “Every single part of you.”
When his mouth finally reaches the hem of my dark boxer-briefs, begging to be discarded, he glances back up at me. I was watching him all this time, my eyes never leaving him with the fear of missing even a second of this.
His eyes lock with mine, and a second or two passes by just like that ; with the both of us just staring into each other’s eyes. Soon after, Eisuke opens his mouth and breathes out, “Is that okay?”
It’s all I can do to control myself. “Yes! Ah- fuck, yes…!” I whisper, half-moaning out my consent when he traces a line up my clothed shaft. This bastard.
“Got it,” he whispers, and even though my eyes close for a moment thanks to the insistent pleasure, I think I catch a glimpse of him smiling.
His hand slides down from my side to the soft elastic band of my underwear, and his mouth quickly places a kiss on my covered cock - which is well past the point of being hard by now - making my body release another shudder. His teasing fingers loosely grab it over the thin fabric, and I truly do need to take a sharp breath in, in order to make sure I don’t moan.
“Let me hear you, Soryu,” he says, his voice rough with desire.
Before I can respond, I feel his thumb trace the tip of my dick, tapping against its leaking juices. My eyes force shut and a groan, so carnal that even I don’t recognize it, rises up from my throat.
Eisuke’s fingers slowly pull back the dark fabric of my underwear, finally freeing my cock from its clutches. I can’t do anything but pant with need as I look at him, when I hear him mumble, “Fuck, Soryu. You’re so fucking hot.”
Hear that? Yeah, that was probably the sound of my soul leaving my body.
He pulls away my underwear completely with one hand, and his other hand reaches out to grab me.
“Mmph…!” I let out a loud groan, already feeling the anticipation in me about to reach its high. We’ve barely even done anything, but I already feel like I’m about to lose it all - I am that close to cumming. All because I want this man so bad.
I watch on with baited breath as Eisuke sends another one of his smirks my way, before his tongue - redder than the juiciest of cherries - peeks out from beyond those lips. He licks a line up from the base of my shaft to the tip, and I feel my soul literally leave my body.
Holy fuck, oh god.
I grip the bed sheets tight, already begging for forgiveness in some part of my brain for remembering god while committing such a sinful deed, when I feel one of his fingers poke around my asshole.
Wait. What the fuck is he doing.
Eisuke’s tongue laps up the pre-cum leaking from the tip of my cock, and I’m too momentarily distracted by the divine sensation to think about his damn fingers. I think I feel his hand leave my ass be for a moment and I barely catch it reaching back to grab something before my attention is pulled back to my crotch.
He takes me in his mouth. Fully.
“AH!” I unconsciously moan, my eyes rolling back with the stimulation his warm mouth is giving me, and my brain quite literally goes into over fucking drive when he scoffs against my dick.
“Finally,” he whispers, pulling back to lick another line up my dick.
On any other day, I would have killed him for that taunting scoff. But the way it vibrated against the veins of my shaft, stimulating it in ways I would’ve never known if not for him, makes me forget all about my annoyance at his show of victory.
He takes me in his mouth again, and my hips buckle towards him, wanting more. “Shh. Stay,” he demands, and I nod against the pillow, diving my head deeper into it to prevent any more embarrassing sounds from leaking out.
Eisuke uses his free hand to stroke the base of my cock, and it’s all I can do to seriously not cry out as his mouth picks up the pace. His fingers massage my balls, tightening their hold on them every once in a while before releasing.
Just then, I feel his other hand return to my ass, the index finger - which is cooler, somehow - prodding at my asshole once again.
“Wait, Eisuke,” I interrupt, forcing myself to look beyond the cloud of pleasure crashing over my senses, and I feel his fingers freeze almost immediately. “What are you doing?”
I glance down at him, and I catch his fingers, wet with lube, ready at my entrance.
Do I like what I see?
Strangely, yes. The sight of Eisuke right there, with me in his mouth, fingers ready to ram into me. It’s somehow extremely erotic.
Do I still panic anyway?
Oh. Fuck yes.
“Eisuke WHATTHEFUCKAREYOUDOINGTOMYASS?!” I scream, about to jump up on the bed, but before I can so much as twitch, Eisuke’s mouth bobs on my cock, conveniently converting all my panic into a loud moan.
“Calm down. It’ll be okay.”
How the fuck will it be oka- wait where did he even get that lube- wait that’s NOT important right now-
He interrupts my thoughts once fucking again when his hand leaves the base of my cock and he takes me completely in his mouth, from tip to the base. I feel the head poke against the back of his throat, and just as I let out a wanton moan, I sense his finger slip into me.
Strangely, it isn’t very painful.
The motherfucker doesn’t even gag as he slides his lips up my dick, which, at this point, is throbbing with need, and I feel his finger move inside me. It’s a strange sensation, and I do feel a little terrified. I think he notices, because the very next second, his mouth leaves me and his body crawls up to meet mine. “Relax, baby. I promise, I’ll not do anything you don’t want me to.”
That does the trick, because I feel my body relax at the sound of his voice, whispering the comforting phrases while his fingers reach up to flick my nipple. “Ah…!” I gasp, and Eisuke takes that change to kiss me square on the mouth, tongue and all.
“Ah, you’re sensitive here, now aren’t you?” he whispers, slowly sliding another one of his fingers into me, and I mewl - yes, I fucking mewl - something that seems to please Eisuke a lot. Once I’m comfortable, his fingers gradually start to thrust in and out of me while his mouth starts an assault on my chest; sucking and leaving a trail of his marks behind.
“E-eisuke,” I pant, shuddering when his gaze flickers to me, “I- I want- AHH!”
What was that.
What the fuck was that.
Eisuke freezes, looking up at me with wide eyes before he smirks, and I practically feel the evil radiating off of him.
“Did I just find your prostate, Soryu?” he growls, pressing his fingers harder against that one spot. I tremble, throwing all sense of reason out the window as I feel another build-up pooling at my hips, ready to take me into overdrive.
I’m too stimulated to answer him, but he gets it anyway.
His fingers pick up their pace, curling and releasing, then curling and releasing. My cock aches with need, and I grab the bed sheets tighter, feeling my release coming closer. I think he understands that too. Eisuke’s lips leave my chest and his tongue guides him back to my length, begging to be touched. He gives me a short, meaningful glance before taking me in his mouth again.
“Ah, fuck, Eisuke!” The sensations are all too powerful, but I’m too far gone to give a real shit.
His fingers thrust in and out of me, his mouth slides up and down my shaft, and his other hand tightens around the base of my length ; tightening, and releasing. Then tightening, then releasing.
I feel the sensation building up again, and I know I’m very close to cumming. “Shit, Eisuke I’m- I-” I somehow manage to speak, though barely coherent, when he takes me all the way in his mouth again. “Fucking god, Eisuke-” I try to move, I try to sit up; to do anything to pull him away from my dick, but he firmly places a palm on my abdomen and holds me fast against the mattress. “Eisuke, I’m about to… I’m about to…!”
“Cum.” He commands, my cock still deep in his mouth. His fingers curl inside of me one final time and that, mixed with the heavenly vibrations his mouth sends up my spine is enough to send me over the edge. I squeeze my eyes so tight, I swear I see fucking stars. I don’t even realise how Eisuke’s hands reach up to intertwine his fingers with mine, but all I know is I squeeze back tightly.
“Eisuke!” I practically scream as I arch my back, finally finding a release to all of that built-up tension, and I come in his mouth.
I fall back on to the bed, a panting mess of emotions, struggling to get my bearings. I smile when I feel Eisuke press tiny kisses along my body as he makes his way back up the bed, to my side.
“Holy cow,” I whisper, my eyes still closed, as I revel in the afterglow of what we just did.
“That,” Eisuke breathes, leaving a quick kiss on my shoulder, and I open my eyes to look at him, “That was amazing.”
It was. Thank you.
I’m too drained out to say anything more, so I simply reach up and peck him on the lips. He smiles, kissing my forehead in return.
Wow, I didn’t know this asshole could be soft while doing aftercare.
Gee, thanks, mind. Now for fuck’s sake, stop being a sassy shit and let me enjoy this.
Or better yet, just do that thing where you shut down for a good couple hours. Thank you.
I feel my eyelids close, heavy with sleep. I think I’m about ready to doze off when my mouth does something which makes me realise I asked my mind to shut off too soon.
“I love you, Eisuke,” I mumble.
And then my eyes widen with realisation. I know, too late.
Oh shit. Oh no. Did I just fucking confess. Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Oh fuckity fuck fuck.
“Mm, I know,” he mutters not a heartbeat later.
Wait. He KNOWS? I’m doomed. He didn’t even say it back. Yeah, I think I’m gonna throw myself in the Tokyo Bay when we get back.
“I feel the same way.”
I’m planning all ways to disappear from the world in one fine go, but that is until my brain finally processes what he just said. And it goes-
Did he just-
“Did you just-”
“Don’t make me repeat myself.”
And it’s with that smart ass response, a heartwarming chuckle, and the feeling of his fingers stroking my hair, that I finally doze off to sleep.
For, @kbtbbposts. Hi. It’s been a while. (Lmfao utter lies, it’s been over a month). I’m sorry for the delay <3
‘Embrasse moi’: French for ‘Kiss me’.
Disclaimer: Guy x Guy, Suggestive. Also there’s cussing here so tread carefully who am I kidding all of us love an Eisuke and a Soryu who say fuck and also do it later on. Also, this chapter includes the PoVs of both characters, i.e Eisuke and Soryu (totally not just for the heck of it) First it’s Eisuke, then Soryu and then back to Eisuke. The change of banners will tell you.
Word count: 3022. Lol the least I can do in an attempt to make up for the delay is publish a long ass chapter.
P.S.: I’m always open for feedback. Feel free to hit my asks anytime, about any of my works (you can ask as anonymous if you don’t want me to know who you are lol)
I wake up to the sound of something chiming near my head.
With one of my arms draped lazily over Soryu’s sleeping figure, I reach out for my mobile with the other. As soon as I type in the password and check the mail, I almost immediately regret it. Sighing, I place the phone back on the nightstand and turn around to face Soryu’s back, conveniently ignoring the message, ready to doze off again for a little bit.
The moment my eyes close, my phone starts buzzing. An annoyed huff escapes me before I manage to find the device again and answer the call.
“Good morning, Ichinomiya!” Jason says on the other end of the line, his voice retaining its usual cheeriness even at 7AM in the morning. Does this man not sleep, or what.
“What do you want.”
“Yes, yes, Eisuke. I’m doing well, thank you for asking,” the fucker says, sarcasm practically dripping from his words, “How about yourself?”
“Bye.” I mutter, about to hang up. Don’t get me wrong, but I have neither the time nor the desire to be happy go lucky for someone who ruined my peaceful morning.
“Hold your horses, mister. I called for a reason, actually.”
For @kbtbbposts . Next part gets released on your birthday 😉
‘Embrasse moi’: French for ‘Kiss me’.
Disclaimer: Guy x Guy, Suggestive. Word count: 2699 (ain’t that convenient)
“For the love of god, Soryu, calm down,” I speak, my voice stern. I sigh, turning off my mobile and keeping it on the table beside me.
He looks up at me from where he is sitting on the only bed in the hotel room, his drunk eyes wider than saucers. “What?” he mumbles, the word slurring a little on its way out.
What the fuck did Jason mix in his drink?
Jason is the man for whom Soryu and I took this “business” trip to New York. He is a mutual friend, and called us both here to talk about an item he wanted to sell at the auctions.
But, instead of holding a meeting at his office like a goddamn professional, he chose to call us to an elite bar in the city. While talking, he ordered drinks for us and everything was going fine until I moved out to take a phone call… and came back to the sight of a red-faced Jason laughing his guts out, pointing at a very drunk Soryu.
“Eisukeeee,” Soryu whines, pulling me out of my musings, and I look at him.
His expression suddenly morphs into something serious, and he looks me dead in the eye, “I am batman.”
Writing this here because the 1000 character limit on the official app doesn’t do justice to this work of art. So, here you have a full-fledged review. Cheers.
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ESSENTIAL INFORMATION: It’s the Main Story for the poster boy - Riku Shishizaki - of the newest Voltage Title, Codename: Cupid. It’s charged a standard 400 coins and has a total of 17 episodes; 15 (Main story) + 1 (Super Happy Ending) + 1 (Happy Ending), along with 5 CGs.
BASIC PLOT SUMMARY:
MC’s the new recruit for the infamous third unit of the General Affairs Department, commonly called the “Prune Squad”. While she adjusts to her life in the said unit, she relies on the guidance of Riku Shishizaki to teach her the ropes and assists him on his missions. Riku, who appears to be a clumsy, bumbling man under the guise of his nerdy glasses, is truly anything but once the glasses are off. He’s the suave but boastful sharpshooter of the squad who knows how to get the job done, and doesn’t indulge the idea of sharing more than what’s necessary about himself. As the MC spends more time working with him, dodging his teasing retorts and bantering her way out of jabs, she finds herself falling for his awkward attempts at kindness. But even though the gap between then starts to narrow, something from his past seems to hold him back from getting too close. So, will the MC help him accept the past and find a fresh start, or will she drown in the sea of trauma roaring at his mind?
The story: His main story might be just 16 chapters long, but it’s length is well set enough to make it feel like a 20-chapter long story power packed with every trope known to mankind, along with a roller coaster of emotions. The pacing is so eloquent that nothing really feels rushed. It’s consistent enough for it to be a slow burn, and even enough for the two main protagonists to develop a much stronger, deeper bond - a bond that goes beyond their romantic relationship. Through its chapters, a number of tropes are brought into play, be it pretend couple, hostages, potential drunk one-night stands, explosions, sacrifices, sensually charged spur-of-the-moment kisses, back hugs in the kitchen, or walking in the rain, and while the idea so of navigating through so many tropes might seem overwhelming, the writing is articulate enough to make sure each one of them slips beneath the covers of the plot with an ease akin to sliding in between silk sheets. And it’s not just the just the emotionally charged plot that hits the right mark, it’s the actual content of the story too. While the option choices are a hilarious to boot, the dialogues don’t feel forced, and the underlying mirth in them is easy to grasp and laugh along to. The character relationships are structured and take their own time exploring each other through the episodes, unearthing a much deeper understanding towards each other over time. It’s magnificent, it’s beautiful, it’s a ride, and it’s worth that damned money.
The MC: The MC in the story is a feisty woman who knows how to sass someone back when they get on her nerves, but that quality doesn’t hinder her ability to discern whether it is the right place and time for some quirky retort or not. She is kind and sweet enough to want to look out for the people she cares about, but also mature enough to know when to stop poking her nose in someone’s business so as to respect their privacy. Quick on her feet, she knows how to handle high-pressure situations with the ease of a knife slicing through the smoothest of butters. While she does have the classic sacrificial personality making her want to give up her well being for the safety and security of others, it’s a pleasant surprise to have her know how to do it smartly instead of jeopardizing everything by diving headfirst without a moment’s thought. A truly understanding, caring, smart, flexible, humorous individual.
Riku Shishizaki: Riku had my attention from the prologue itself, and it’s satisfying to see his character be exactly what I’d hoped for, if not more. He’s a tease who takes every given opportunity to leave the others hanging after facing the brunt of his vague responses. He is good at what he does, and while he pretends to boast about his credentials and qualities and tries to be cold and harsh, he’s a genuinely sweet person who looks out for everyone at every opportunity he gets. He knows just what needs to be done to calm down an upset MC, and is willing to be the listening ear whenever needed. While he does pull her leg a lot, the banters they share are truly a sight to behold. Initially, he does seem to close off a lot whenever his side of the story is brought up, but his character development is quite so charming that it leaves me wanting for more. While he is all haughty and playfully rude towards MC, he is also willing to be vulnerable enough to seem like he is crying once he gets comfortable with her. Not only is he attentive, but he also knows how and when to apologise. Swoon. Also he looks damn fine in that tuxedo.
The MC doesn’t have eyes. I know. Me too. I feel the frustration.
Riku looks somehow more younger in his CGs. His face seems a bit more round, giving him a MUCH younger look. Not really a critique-critique but it’s just weird reading 16 episodes looking at the sprite of a hot sexy 28-year-old man and then looking at a CG where he looks like he’s 24 years old or something.
But on a serious note, while I LOVED the whole story, I don’t think I was very appreciative of the mild stereotyping which was going on. For example, there were mentions of how the MC could probably find a good guy so she could leave work and settle down. Pretty orthodox, but only mildly so and only at some places here and there.
If only this game had BGM. If only.
ABSOLUTELY. In all honesty, once I was done reading this story, I genuinely felt that 400 coins is actually quite the small amount to pay for such a great read. It’s worth every single one of those coins, and it what’s even better is there isn’t any ending set. So, for 400 coins, you get EVERYTHING. CGs, endings, episodes, everything. It’s a pretty good deal, plus its a damn good story.
Taki: Will you m-m-ma... MC: Its ok you can do this keep going Taki: Will you ma-mar-m- MC: Yes, just a little more Taki: Will you m-marinate the chicken, I don't know how to MC: I was hoping for a 'will you marry me' but I'm hungry too so ok
Guns N’ Roses - Taki Kozaki
(BirTAKIDAY Countdown: Day 5)
Early update today! Truth be told, I have no idea how this turned out, so I’m publishing it now instead of keeping it in drafts any longer bc then i’d shoot myself over the self scrutiny. So, if I pray to the gods that its good, and I hope you like it.
What if instead of the MC, Taki was the one who got shot?
Minor spoilers for Taki’s Season 4 Part 2. Like very minor lol. The creator chose not to give any warnings. Have fun. ;)
A gunshot. That’s all I heard.
That’s the only sound that flowed into my ears while my arms mustered all their strength to push (Y/N) away from me, and into Yosuke’s safe embrace.
I think she screamed my name, but my mind probably didn’t register it as everything lulled around me. It was as if the world came to a slow stop when I felt the bullet rip through me. That was possibly the first time in a long time when I crumbled. Not emotionally, but physically. Right onto the ground in a heap of powerless limbs. What a bloodied sight to behold.
‘When was the last time I felt so lifeless?’ I thought, gasping for air. ‘Was it when my dad left me? Or was it when I got beaten up for not paying the debt on time?’ A lazy smile made its way to my face as broken flashbacks presented themselves to me. It had been a similar situation then, with me being a mass of broken bones, pulsating bruises and blood trickling out of me, just like my life.
How had I even survived?
I didn’t know. And maybe my mind didn’t want to think any further on those lines either, for the next thing I knew, I felt myself giving in to the vortex of black calling out to me, almost sensually. I sensed its fingers reach out to me, caressing me with a certain ease before it opened its arms to welcome me in its soothing, lifeless embrace.
Just as I felt myself extend an arm towards it, I heard someone calling me. No, I heard her calling me.
I tried to ignore it, I tried to ignore her, but the voice just kept getting louder and louder. It was as if it was trying to tell me that I couldn’t leave… not like this. I couldn’t leave it all without ending things the right way. The moment that epiphany came to me, my chest heaved as a burst of life was pumped back into me.
I somehow opened my eyes, clenching my wrists against the immediate pain, and blinked the haze out of them. I looked up, on the verge of losing consciousness again, only to see (Y/N) in front of me, clutching my hands tight in hers.
‘You’re too good for me,’ I thought, and I chuckled, ignoring the stabs of discomfort shoot through me. I gazed into her eyes, wet with desperation, begging me to fight, pleading me to do everything in my power to just, somehow, anyhow, just… stay.
“Ta…Taki, no, don’t- don’t do this, please,” she whispered, trembling. (Y/N) intertwined our fingers and bit her lip, staring back at me with a longing like no other. “Please, don’t close your eyes, okay? We can make it through this, I know we can, okay? We will make it through this,” she breathed, looking away, “Just… please, please don’t close your eyes…”
“(Y/N),” I finally uttered, pushing against the dryness coating the insides of my mouth. “(Y/N), look at me, love,” I whispered again, somehow lifting my fingers to her face, tilting it so that our eyes would meet once again.
“T-Taki- no, no no, please, no,” she murmured in one quick breath, as if sensing what was about to happen.
“I love you,” I breathed, smiling as I finally felt my life slip away from my loose fingers.
And with that, I slipped into a senseless, timeless dark world, feeling it consume me from the inside out.
Things escalated quickly after that. It was like the time that had slowed down to a stop finally sped up into a run, sprinting through my fading consciousness.
Yosuke called an ambulance, even though he knew it was too late, and I was rushed to the hospital where Shun and Kiyohito sat, awaiting any update Yosuke had for them. It didn’t take long for the doctor to leave my side and walk out of the room to let them know that there was no use praying, or hoping, or… wanting.
What was done, was done.
I was with them no more.
Kiyohito, for the first time in ages, looked downright terrified as he curled into Shun’s side, whose tense shoulders did nothing to hide the anxiety he felt either, but he tried to distract himself by rubbing comforting circles on Kiyo’s shoulder as the latter’s eyes welled up with tears, refusing to believe the news.
I feel a crack echoing in my already shattered heart when I recall how pale (Y/N) looked when she crumbled to the ground, silent as a graveyard.
Yosuke stood right beside her, clenching his fists to numb the pain even as a silent tear dripped down his cheek.
It happened only a week ago, but I remember everything so vividly that I still have a hard time believing if it’s really just memories or an actual movie playing at the front of my mind, every single day.
Sometimes, I still wonder if pushing her away was the right thing to do.
At the time, it seemed like it was. Pushing (Y/N) away meant saving her life, and that was all that mattered.
But now, as I watch her bite her trembling lip, quivering in her black dress while looking at the photo of me in a navy blue frame, I feel a twinge of regret. I look down at Sydney sitting beside her leg, curled up at her side, staring into my soul through the picture, and I feel a pinch of guilt for leaving this life and the two most important woman in them behind.
If anyone asked me why I’m here, I wouldn’t know how to answer them.
After all, what does one do at their own funeral?
‘I want to spend more time with you,’ I think, scoffing at myself for only realising that now, of all times. If only I looked her in the eye and not Ashiba when I felt the bullet pierce me, maybe I would have done things differently. Maybe I would have fought harder, longer. Maybe… maybe I would have saved us both.
But there never is any use crying over spilled milk, now is there?
I sigh, taking in another deep breath as I watch Yosuke walk over to the low podium, a wet handkerchief held tight between his fingers. He steps in front of the mic, and that’s when I catch a sight of his red eyes. This fool, still trying so hard to cover up how he’s feeling.
“Taki was…” he begins, before his trembling lips stop and he looks up, sniffing. “No, Taki is a…” a quiet sob pauses him, “… great friend. He has been, for the last ten years I’ve known him. Always so straightforward, always so blunt. He was so stuck up, I sometimes thought he had a stick shoved up his ass, you know?”
He laughs, but he fools nobody. His attempt at humor only backfires as his shoulders shake, and he finally lets his tears fall down. He sniffles again, trying to gather himself up, but a part of him gives up, and he just allows the world to see his cheeks, wet with tears, too tired to bother wiping them.
“But, I think that’s what I loved the most about him. His honesty. His strength. In all the years I had the honour to call myself his friend, he never once faltered. He was always so… driven. We didn’t meet under the best of circumstances, but I think life, for me at least, became a much better journey with him in it. I felt like I finally made a friend. We never explicitly stated it, but we both knew we had each other to fall back on, should we ever needed. That is… until that day one week ago. I-I’m sorry Taki, I-” he trembles,”I’m sorry I wasn’t there in time. I’m sorry I didn’t have your back when you needed it the most.”
He takes a moment to dab at his eyes with his kerchief before clearing his throat.
“I never admitted to it, but I loved the man despite all our arguments, our disagreements, our fights, our everything. I know, he loved me too. And I know, he is no longer around for me to pull his leg, or tease him,” Yosuke takes a quick breath, and when he starts speaking again, his voice is nothing above a whisper, “but I know he’ll be right here,” he touches his heart, “no matter what. I couldn’t be more grateful to have made a friend like you, Taki. God knows I’ll miss you and our banter, but… I hope you’re in a better place now. You lived a very, very good life. But I wish you’d stuck around longer, mate.”
Yosuke looks back at my picture near the coffin, and I feel my heart clench at the forlorn look he gives me.
“I’ll miss you, Tacks,” he whispers again, and I know he means it with everything he’s got. “Love you.”
I feel something wet splash against the back of my hand, and it’s then that I realise that Yosuke isn’t the only one tearing up.
This asshole. Who asked this brat to get all emotional? It wasn’t like him at all. And look what he did to me with his mindless mumbo-jumbo.
‘I’ll miss you too, Yosuke.’
One by one, each of the guys and (Y/N) say their pieces, and to my surprise, they all tear up once they look at the blue coffin inside which I lay. Heh, who knew I’d be so loved, after all?
Forget people crying for me, if ten years ago someone told me I’d even have the fortune of having someone attend my funeral, I’d laugh in their face. It’s funny how things change with time.
Before long, the proceedings are done, and it’s finally time to lay my lifeless body to rest. But just as my coffin is rested on the cool, welcoming earth, I catch (Y/N) leading a depressed Sydney to the pit. She takes the bouquet out of her mouth and places it over the wooden lid of the casket.
I gasp and feel a fresh wave of moisture greet the back of my eyes when I see what they are.
Roses. Nine of them.
‘Eternal love.’ I recall the meaning of this particular set of roses, and once again, I can’t help but be grateful to have such a friend like her. ‘Thank you.’
It’s when my wooden little residence is covered with soil and my tombstone is placed over it that I read the words chosen for me by them. Yosuke. Kiyohito, Shun, (Y/N) and Sydney. My family. A family that I’m leaving behind.
‘His true wealth was in his generous heart. And what an enormous wealth he had.’
And it’s with those lines, I finally feel myself vanish into thin air with a smile on my face. For ever.