genuinely impressive how much the quality of Pirate Warriors 3 drops post-timeskip. 

All costumes for the Strawhats become obsolete due to their upgraded movesets being directly tied to their post-timeskip redesigns, most if not all of which have no alternate outfits. that aren’t paid DLC anyways This also just inherently fucks me over for not liking Nami, Robin, Chopper, and Franky’s redesigns because I don’t know if people realize this but 90% of the appeal of Musou games is a character you like looking awesome.

There are only 4 missions to cover everything from the return to Sabaody to the end of Dressrosa, one for the reunion, one for Fishman, one for Punk Hazard, one for Dressrosa, at least two of which barely even cover the events entailed.

The entire final level of Dressrosa is basically a bunch of white noise. Because the arc was ongoing at time of release, the story for it is completely original. Rather than take this as an opportunity for a cool original story, though, it’s the most generic filler I’ve ever seen that resolves nothing whatsoever while omitting what is effectively the entirety of the canon. Even the interesting things like “Blackbeard working with Doffy yet Aojiki helping us” don’t interest because there’s a distinct lack of any attempt to merge the story with unique gameplay events unlike previous levels. I think the last time I saw a final level so blatantly thrown together without any resources left was The Outer Worlds.

How is it even possible for a game to go from recreating the source material well enough to bring me to tears, to what is easily the most boring conclusion to any musou i’ve played

“Comfort”- Ron Kray x reader [Requested]

the lovely @onl-you​ sent a while ago the prompt “Stop being a fucking dick” and I’ve also got a few requests about the Krays. So here are the two combined! I’m not 100% happy with this but oh well, hope you like it <3

Tag list: @deaflikehawkeye​, @mollybegger-blog​, @br0ck-eddie​, @of-love-and-of-the-sea​, @evelynshelby​, @innerpaperexpertcloud​, @sopxhiea​, @fuseburner​, @shadow-of-wonder​, @fandom--0verdose​ (let me know if you wanna be added or removed)

Warning: mainly angst but got fluff at the end.

"Y/n, I'm home. You've no idea what a day I've had." Ron's voice was heard loud and clear throughout the whole house that was usually quiet. Whenever it neared the time where Ron was about to get home, y/n would always get things started for dinner. Ron would probably have to head out again to go to the club while her work tired her out so that she could never wait for him. Dinner was the only time when they could enjoy each other with no rush or time pressure and since they got together they quickly learned to take advantage of that.

"Ron? What are you doing here?" Y/n's voice came from the sitting room where Ron found her. She looked confused, or rather startled. Like she was abruptly snapped out of a daydream. He knew she did that a lot.

"What do you mean, what am are you doing here? You invited me over for dinner, last week." Hanging his coat he looked to see her shaking her head.

"Oh dear, I'm so terribly sorry Ronnie but I'm afraid I completely forgot."

"'s okay," he mumbled taking a seat on his chair. Something was off, Ron could tell, even he couldn't exactly pinpoint what it was. "Are you alright?" he asked her lighting a cigar.

"Of course, sweetie. Well, get yourself comfortable while I go and put something together for dinner."She offered and stood up to do exactly what she said. "Would you like a cup of tea, while you wait?" Her voice called for him from the kitchen after a while.

"Sure," he spoke out. However, there was no need because y/n was walking his way with a cup in her hands before he had finished talking.

"Here you go," she softly smiled at him after having sat down the cup on the table in front of him. Ron looked at the cup first, took it in his hands to inspect it and then moved his eyes over her. Y/n was already walking back into the kitchen, completely clueless. If before this Ron wasn't sure what was going on, this had proved that there was definitely something wrong.

"Honey..." he called for her while joining her in the kitchen so he could show her the water-filled cup.

"Yes?"

"There's only water in here," and to back up his statement he lifted the cup under her eyes.

"Oh goodness. I forgot to put the tea in it," her eyes widened at her mistake, her cheeks red with embarrassment, "I'm so so sorry, I've my head in the clouds today." She emptied the cup and put the kettle on to make tea. Before Ron could inquire about her strange behaviour, the phone rang and when she made no inclination to answer it, he did.

"Hello?" Annoyed for the interruption, he growled at whoever had called.

"Ron? Is that you mate?" Hearing his twin's voice made Ron furrow his eyebrows in confusion. He had just dropped him off, what could he possibly want now?

"Of course it is, who else would it be at y/n's home?" but Reggie completely ignored his brother's jealousy.

"What d'you called for?"

"Oh right, I called to check in on y/n. How is she?"

"Since when do you check up on my girl, mate?" If the fact alone that his brother was calling just after he had left him hadn't upset Ron enough when Reggie mentioned y/n, he really got angry.

"Would you stop being a dick, mate? Frances told me the news so I called. Y/n's family." Ron couldn't see him but he knew that Reggie was probably rolling his eyes at him and his behaviour. He couldn't care less though.

"What news?" This new piece of information made Ron push his anger aside for a moment. Apparently, his girl was keeping something from him.

"So she hasn't told you then?"

"No, but I figured that something was up. She's a mess, forgot that I was coming over and stuff," he mentioned to his twin to demonstrate that yes, he wasn't completely clueless.

"Yeah well, it would have upset me too. A lot actually, so be nice to her, alright?"

"I don't need to be reminded of being nice with my girl." Hearing his twin growl Reggie knew that his time had run short so he got straight to the point.

"Just don't be a dick like you usually are. I'll talk to you soon, bye Ron." The line went dead and Ron was stood there, phone in hand, head a mess.

Between the two, Ron was the one who was always quiet, he would only speak if he needed to. Or if he had something to say. Y/n was more chatty, granted she enjoyed her quiet time too otherwise Ron didn't think they'd work well together but she also came always to him whenever something was wrong. The fact that she hadn't and was acting weird, made Ronnie realise that this news had upset her a great deal.

Putting the phone down, Ronnie adjusted his glasses while he went looking for Y/n. Her house wasn't that big so Ronnie didn't think it such a hard task like it was proving to be. Where could she have gone? His call with Reggie had lasted a minute long, at most. Where could she have hidden in such a short amount of time? Calling out her name didn't help either so there was only a place she could be, Ronnie realized as he neared the ladder that led to the attic.

The squeaking of the wood and Ron's groans as he climbed and tried to fit his broad shoulders through the narrow opening were more than enough to alert y/n of his presence. However, as Ron spotted her near the window, she didn't move nor even flinched a little. Straightening his shirt, Ron walked up to her to join her in the sightseeing she was doing. Not that there were much to stare outside of the window but Ron knew from experience that looking at the lined up rooftops in the distance had a somewhat calming effect.

One of the other things that Ron and y/n had in common was that neither of them liked useless words. What was the point of saying things that one knew were ineffective just so that they could fill the silence? There was nothing wrong with being quiet. They both agree on that. And so, words of courtesy were never used between them when the other was feeling low for whatever reason. They simply stood by the other, letting them know that they were there and that whenever they were ready to speak, if they wanted to, they'd be all ears. So that's what Ron did.

Y/n had never told him but she had always found his presence comforting. He had something about him, maybe that stoic composed look he was always sporting did the trick. Y/n didn't really care for pointing out why it was, she just knew that he did and was very grateful for having him in her life. Resting her head on his arms, since she was too short to reach his shoulder, y/n tried to let her gratefulness slip to him. As his hand held her, y/n sighed knowing that she had to talk. Clumming up was a tendency she had, a rather toxic one and she had made a promise to herself to try and avoid it.

"I got bad news," she started quietly and continued when Ron grunted in support, "I... my mum is sick, Ron." y/n felt her throat constrict as she let the words out of her mouth. Feeling Ron's grip on her hand helped a little, but he knew that it was not nearly enough. y/n's relationship with her mother was really similar to the one Ron had with his. So he could perfectly understand what she was feeling and actually thought that she was handling it a lot better than he would.

"What did the doctor say?"

"They said she had cancer," only the word brought tears to her eyes, sniffling she pushed them back, " they don't know how serious it is but I mean it's cancer so it must be pretty serious right?" Now y/n turned to look at him, maybe she was hoping to hear him disagree with her, to assure her that it didn't necessarily mean that it was serious. But Ron couldn't know for sure, who the hell would he know, he was a schizophrenic gangster after all, he knew nothing about these things. What Ron could do though was offer some kind of comfort, a shoulder for her to cry on, gentle caresses and affection.

As everybody in London would say, he wasn't the affectionate type. If there was another thing that Ron loved more than silence was his personal space. However, contrary to popular belief and despite his mental problems, Ron wasn't incapable of love. Maybe the fact that he saw the world in a different way and the fact that he was a lot more sensitive than the average man, was what gives him the intel about love. y/n had never complained about this side of their relationship. Ron had a way to make very clear his emotions and feelings, even without using any words. She never felt dubious about his feelings for her for that very reason but also because whenever she would doubt herself or go through a hard time, Ron would always come through and face it all with her.

Meeting her eyes, Ron gently took her cheeks in his hands. Seeing the look of absolute despair and sadness, watching the tears that she failed to prevent from falling staining her beautiful face, he felt words failing him. What could he say to make her feel better? Absolute nothing, he knew. So he didn't bother.  He gave her a soft peck and engulfed her in his arms in one of his rare bear hugs that y/n was always yearning for. The intimacy of this gesture was what made her break, though. Hugging him close to her, y/n couldn't stop herself from crying anymore.

The only thing that Ron whispered to her was that there was still hope, there was still a possibility that it wasn't that bad until the doctors didn't tell them otherwise. Maybe giving her hope wasn't the best thing to do but he felt like he had to remind her of this possibility. The warmth of his body and his gentle hands on her, after a while, succeeded in calming her. Pulling back a little so that he could look at her face, Ron saw that her tears had stopped too. Still with a soft voice, he offered to draw her a nice bath, he was even willing to join her if she wanted him too. His eyes softened when he saw a little smile tugging at her lips and felt incredibly proud of himself for that. Looking at her now, he realized that this is the only thing that he could do to help here: give her comfort.

Drama CD: [今、隣のキミに恋をする] CASE4 日向 傑

A sorta new (2018-2019) six-disc series from TEAM Entertainment Inc. Guy #4 is my first listen, and from the looks of it the first three characters are students and the latter three are working/adults. Some stats on #4 from the official site:

Age: 30 Height: 175 cm Occupation: Foreign investment company employee Relation: Your superior who sits at the next desk

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Our story starts with a meeting, where the boss compliments Hyuuga Suguru (cv. Hirakawa Daisuke) for having the highest # of clients this month. To which Hyuuga thanks his team and says he couldn't have done it without them.

Co-workers of both sexes question in awe if he is even human, because he has everything: looks, brains, AND a great personality it seems. Even the ladies from the other departments all have their eye on him, and it's hard for us mere mortals to even get near to him *le sighzzz*.

...Enter YOU, staying behind to work overtime because the bossman had dumped a mountain of folders on your desk. Hyuuga sees you just as he's about to leave after a time-consuming client. He praises your dedication, but says that you should learn to say 'no' to people occasionally or else you will die of karoushi. (Ok he didn't exactly say it like *that*; I took some liberties.)

So, as your senpai, he’s staying to help you with your work. In return, he only asks that you lend him a hand in the future if he's ever in a pinch ;)

Both of you finalllly finish your work, and he brings you a coffee. You ask him why he stayed to help you, and he replies that, as a man, he couldn't bear to see a girl struggle with everything by herself. Also, you are the hardest worker in the entire department, and he wants you to succeed~ (ง •̀_•́)ง Shucks ain’t that sweet?? :3

Afterwards. he offers to take you home, since there's no more public transport at this time of night and it's unsafe for a girl to go home alone. On the way he asks about the office drinking party on Sunday, which you are both planning to attend.

…At the drinking party, Hyuuga is surrounded by #drunkpeopleactingdumb. He notices that you are being rather quiet, and you explain that you are not much of a party-person. To which he replies that he's the same way!! You are surprised because he seems so popular, but he jokes that he must seem like an ojisan to someone your age. A cheesy exchange ensues:

You: Ojisan? That's not true, Hyuuga-san is cool af. Him: Cool? Whythankyouverymuch, that's an honour. Looks like I'll have to work harder from now on, in order to maintain my cool af image in your eyes! You: But... the way you are right now is enough... Him: 'The way I am right now is enough'... for what?

Just then you are interrupted by a drunken co-worker, who forces more drinks onto Hyuuga. Hyuuga remarks lovingly that everyone at the office is like his family, making the drunk dude cry tears of joy into his sake. Ay-yai-yai.

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NEWSFLASH: your department is going to have a reorganisation soon. You and Hyuuga will be on the same team, and you will become his new assistant! So then he casually asks about your document-prep time, and mutters 'SLOWPOKE' under his breath after hearing your reply. You thought you heard him say something and question him, but he denies it *whistles innocently*. Hmm...

After work, you show up at your regular bar following a long absence. The staff tell you they've missed you, and gossip to you about a new regular customer who goes by 'Suu-san'. According to them, this person has the face of an idol, but a completely *twisted* personality, always complaining about work. At that very instant, who else but Hyuuga enters the bar, and it is confirmed that he is the Suu-san they are talking about.

Hyuuga didn't see you, and before the staff can make the introductions, he cuts them off and places his order, launching into his usual work complaints. He bitches about his new female assistant who is sooo slowwwwww that he is forced to take work home and sacrifice his weekends. And all the other co-workers are either unhelpful retards or pathetic gold-diggers. THAT PLACE IS DOOMED, YO.

After his spiel (of which you heard every word), the bar owner turns back to you... and that is when Hyuuga finally notices you. He is so shocked that he spits out his drink LOL, and hurriedly pays and drags you outside to *talk*. He tells you that what you heard are his true feelings, while his 'work persona' is but a carefully crafted act for survival. Also, he only helps you with your work because your slowness affects his work.

Unsurprisingly, you are shocked and hurt by his confessions, but he doesn't even seem to care. In his view, you and the other co-workers only like his fake personality and not the real him anyway. His only concern is that you keep this a secret from them, and luckily for him, you agree to it without much fuss.

Next day at the office, you keep your promise and didn't tell anyone. But unfortunately, you look all #doom&gloom and are clearly avoiding him. Since you are his assistant, it would look too suspicious, so he orders you to act normal - i.e. like his loving kouhai... OR ELSE.

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After work, it's pouring and you've forgotten your umbrella. What's worse, it's not going to stop any time soon. Hyuuga sees your sorry state and makes you *beg* him to share his umbrella with you. At first you refuse, but, not wanting to be stuck at the office all night, you reluctantly beg him in the end and walk to the station together.

Along the way, he tells you to scoot closer under the umbrella (-ella, -ella,...) so that you don't catch a cold and miss work. #TSUNDEREALERT!!! Then he sees the #1 most cliched item ever to appear on a rainy day: An abandoned baby kitten in a cardboard box. He instructs you to take his umbrella home, while he takes the kitten with him and hails a taxi to safety.

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It's the weekend! You are at his place!! And it's not what you think!!!!!!! (Wait, ...what ARE you thinking? ;P) There's an error in your document, and he's called you over to fix it before handing it over to the client. As your superior and a bona-fide #goodguy, he will have to take responsibility for your misses :'). He threatens that he gon' make you pay for wasting his weekend, and you cower in fear imagining unsavoury scenarios XD.

He teases you about your gutter-mind, and you become on the verge of tears. Your defenselessness makes him want to bully you more, so he announces that you will become his sex-slave, because... he is interested in you (!!), and this is how he treats people he likes. #ufeelingluckypunk??!

Except for past girlfriends, he hasn't invited anyone else to his place. Hearing this makes you slightly happy :3. What's more, he promises to treat you to some delicious food after you finish the work. (Awww I am melting~~~) You call him sweet, and he overreacts and denies it, making you laugh XDD. He tells you that, in the past, *some people* have said he has a bad personality, and it's stuck.

Later the stray kitten that he brought home came running out. He's named it 「アメ」 ('rain', after that fateful day of their meeting) and nursed it back to health. You observe that the way he talks to Ame is super cute, which embarrasses him, and he's all like 'SHUT UP AND DO UR WORK' to cover up his shyness wwwww~~~

Afterwards, he compliments you on a job well-done and calls you a responsible and almost-perfect worker - your only weakness is your speed (or lack thereof). You are surprised by his praise and start to reevaluate him. This is when he tells you his #assholebackstory:

Once upon a time, he was in love with a girl and tried his best to make her happy... only for her to tell him that he is a hurtful bastard who is abusive to everyone around him. This misunderstanding was a huge blow to his self-esteem, and ever since then, he started putting on the inoffensive persona that he uses at work, in order to navigate the treacherous terrain of social relations.

On hearing this, you become sympathetic, despite his protests to the contrary. You bring up the rain etc. as examples that he is actually a big softie, and he tries to come up with excuses how they are just normal behaviour. He also admits that he's secretly glad it was you who overheard him at the bar that day, instead of anyone else. His embarrassed confession is so adorable that you call him 'cute' again, and he gets all #angrytsundere trying to deny it lulz.

♥

At the next meeting, the boss assigns a big client to your team. Afterwards, Hyuuga invites you to lunch together, Your closeness starts to arouse the jealousy of some women in your dept, and they gossip behind your back (which Hyuuga overhears). During lunch, Hyuuga tells you that you are not only important to the team, but to him personally as well. You are all like #confusedpuppyeyes, which makes him doki-doki, but just then the waiter arrives with your food, and he swallows back his confession. #badtiming ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Days later, some v. important data for this case has gone missing, and Hyuuga asks the boss for some time to fix this. You apologise and admit that you might have lost it by accident, but he doesn't believe that you would make a silly mistake like that. Two female co-workers come over and badmouth you for your carelessness, and Hyuuga starts to yell at them but you stop him.

At this point, Hyuuga can't hold back anymore, and says outright that he saw the two of them at your desk yesterday after everyone had left. He threatens to check the building's security cam footage. As the culprits struggle to come up with an excuse, he flies into a fit of rage and goes ballistic on them at some length before storming out.

You chase after him and express your worry now that he has revealed his 'true self' in the office. But he doesn't seem concerned - more than keeping up his persona, he has now found something *more important* to protect. You don't get his meaning, and he's all like (┛◉Д◉)┛︵ ┻━┻ 'cos he can't believe how dumb you are. #rofl

So then FINALLY, dude confesses that he likes you! Your acceptance and nonchalance after seeing his true self, plus your knack for bringing out his gentle side, have (#reluctantly) won him over. He asks you to date him, and you laugh good-naturedly at his whole #ore-sama attitude before saying a resounding YES. (ﾉ*>ω<)ﾉ~☆

[Epilogue / half a year later]

You come out of the shower with your hair all wet, and he nags at you while drying it for you. He complains that you are more low-maintenance than a dude, and he feels more like your mum than your boyfriend XD.

Ever since revealing his true personality at the office that day, everyone has ironically grown even closer to him, and he wonders if you are all secretly a bunch of do-M's lol. Then he snuggles up with you for the night and thanks you for accepting every side of him, and promises to stay by your side 4everrrr.

♥

[Thoughts] I loved this story!! Sure it has a bunch of cliches and predictable elements in it, but I love the way he gradually changed his attitude and slowly warmed up to our lovely heroine. You also get to hear Hirarin as an オラオラ/ヤンキーtype, which is so out-of-character for him. He’s just too cute/hilarious when he gets angry to hide his shyness. And the way he raged at those two jealous co-workers... Is this even real?? OMG.

The audio is from the bonus track/free talk, where he does his special baby voice that he uses to talk to cats, and... I JUST CAN’T. EVEN. I mean just listen to it. wwwwwwwww~~~ XDDD. Hirarin also reveals that, on his 30th birthday, he got a msg from his dad explaining why they named him ‘Daisuke’. The reason is kept secret here, but apparently 「大輔」 means was a kind of high-ranking official title in olden times (pre-Heian). #don’tquoteme

One other thing I really liked, is that some of the side characters are voiced as well, like the boss and co-workers. It’s so refreshing and cuts the monotony of usual situation CDs where you have to guess what the other people are saying, because everyone else is unvoiced. Especially in fight scenes, where your guy starts taunting and/or getting injured by *nobody*. But anyway.

Getaway Car (Abbacchio x Reader [Angst])

I thought of this fic while listening to Taylor Swifts “Getaway Car”, and I just got Abbacchio vibes from it for some reason. Also, I apoligize if it seems rushed. I wanted to post this before Vento Aureos last episode ToT

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Love was bad luck in Abbacchios eyes.

It did nothing but serve as a distraction to his work, as well as cause unnecessary situations.

You were the main reason he concreted this mindset.

You stroke up a conversation with the male one faithful night, ignoring his intimidating front, and though it was rare, Abbacchio decided against brushing you off.

Surprisingly, you two hit it off well. Slight touches against his forearm, playful nudges, it all indicated to the male that you were interested in him.

Tipsy and not thinking straight, you and Abbacchio exchanged numbers.

It wasn’t supposed to go further than that, but it did.

Abbacchio soon learned that he should’ve brushed you off from the start.

“Abbacchio, do you mind helping me?” You asked in an innocent tone, the shower water running down your entire body.

He sighed in fake annoyance, letting out a ‘Here, dolcezza’ before squirting shampoo into his palm.

His fingers worked their magic on your scalp, causing you to relax your tense shoulders in contentment. Once the suds began to grow, a mean prank popped up in the males mind.

“(Y/N), look.” He scooped up a handful of the bubbles in your hair. Turning around, you gasped with surprise as the male clapped his hands together. Bubbles splattered everywhere.

A giggle escaped your lips as your faintly callused hands hit his chest in retaliation. That’s when Abbacchio felt the warmth in his chest grow.

That feeling. That warmth that ignited in his chest every time he met your touch.

It should’ve been the cue for him to leave, to tell you goodbye. For him to pack his bags and disappear.

But he let it carry on like the affection-starved fool that he was.

He fell deeper in love with you when you huddled up to him for warmth. You acted as if he was perfection, even if he thought he was the complete opposite of it.

The day Abbacchio told you about his occupation and affiliation with Passione, you had accepted him so quickly, he had to make sure you heard him right.

Even still, he could look like he was attacked by a frightened street cat, but you’d marvel at him as if he were a masterpiece created by a skilled artist.

“You’re too warm for me not to hug you, Tesoro.” His heart would swell as you murmured sweet nothings into his neck. The blankets around you two were a mess, but you kept each other warm with your bodies. A rare smile graced the white haired males lips.

“I have to leave early for somewhere tomorrow.” His smile faltered at your words.

“What time do you leave?” “Ah, you might still be asleep, amore.” He tightened his arms around your waist.

A lighthearted laugh escaped your lips as you pressed yourself closer to your lover, “I know, I’m so unfair. I’ll make it up to you soon.”.

Abbacchio would be lying if he told you that he had never pondered on what your occupation was. The shifts were always bizarre.

His mind drifted to the options of what your work was, but he stopped himself in fear of the chances of you actually being...he didn’t want to face the possibility of it.

He left his worries in the hands of his future self, despite understanding that it could only cause him burden and grief.

It was a Saturday night when he saw you pointing a pistol towards a civilian.

He was only outside for a stroll, at least until he noticed a familiar silhouette.

Abbacchio unknowingly followed you into a deserted part of the city, watching as you walked into an alleyway.

He stayed hidden as you spoke, a different tone in your voice than when you’d talk to him.

“You still owe us the money. It’s been 3 weeks now.” The voice you used was cold and calloused, contrary to your normal loving and sweet tone. It was like you were a completely different person.

The person at the business end of your weapon responded quiveringly fast, “Please give me more time! I promise I’ll transfer all the money once I have it! I’ll—“ they didn’t get to finished, instead being interrupted by a deafening gunshot.

Abbacchio gagged at the noise, the dinner he ate threatening to spill onto the concrete. The sound of the loud bang brought him back, way back to the memories he would often revisit.

You were the reason his habit of sulking into the past stopped, so why did you have to also be the one to bring it back so violently?

He snapped his head away, his throat closing up at the grotesque imagery he was imagining. Blood splattered on your face was too much for the male to handle.

Abbacchio peeked back upon hearing a whimper, one that wasn’t yours. He sighed in relief upon seeing your smoking gun aimed at the sky.

The unharmed stranger stood still, your fire of warning clear as a piece of glass.

Their mouth was shut close as you dropped the wielding hand to your side.

“You’ll eat the next bullet if you don’t quit whining. I’m not afraid to make noise.” The tone of your voice was threatening, comparable to a red light signalling that something was terribly wrong.

Continuing, you leaned back on the wall. “I’ll give you another week. You’re lucky boss sent me instead of the usual men he sends off. You’d be dead if you were to encounter them.”

The person nodded their head, a deer-in-the-headlights expression on their face. They choked on their words, still dazed from the gunshot.

You snapped at them, interrupting their quickened heaves, “Get out of my sight. If you say anything more, I’ll change my mind.” With those words, the civilian scurried away, running into the darkness.

Abbacchio watched in the dim lighting as your eyebrows twitched downwards. You hit your lip as you faced the wall, tears dribbling down your cheeks.

The facade you put on crumbled before him. Abbacchio was confused. At this point, he wasn’t sure if he knew who you truly were.

At this point, he didn’t want to know.

Your hands clasped at your mouth, silencing your sobs.

Crouched down in the alleyway, you vented out your frustration at yourself.

Chest heaving, Abbacchio heard a whimper of “I never wanted this”.

The male froze upon hearing his name.

You thought you were alone when you spoke to yourself, a strangled “Forgive me, Abbacchio” exiting your lips.

The door opening and closing caught the males attention. He had run home, hiding in the shadows in the process.

He was slumped over the living room couch, hair a pony-tailed mess, and eyes swollen.

“Abba! I’m home!” He relished in your voice, drinking it up like the wine that sat in front of him.

Abbacchio laughed to himself bitterly, ‘The other facade is on.’

Skipping into the living room, you called out for the male. “Abba! I have the supplies you forgot to buy. Didn’t you need some— Amore? What’s wrong?”

Abbacchios face fell upon hearing the worry in your tone. His focus was on the nearly-empty bottle of wine propped up on the coffee table.

“Hey, answer me.” You sat down beside him on the couch, bags forgotten on the floor. Concern was plastered all over your face.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close and hiding his face on your collar bone.

“You’re a really good actor, tesoro.” The low vibrations of his voice sent chills down your spine.

“What makes you say that?” You quivered slightly, Abbacchio laughing into your shoulder.

He sighed after his giggling fit, you felt two wet droplets fall onto your t-shirt.

“You managed to hide being in a gang from me.”

Eyes wide, you felt the males face rise up from its place on your shoulder. His eyes were wet as he looked into yours.

“Just rip my heart out already. Tell me what you were doing in that alleyway.” You flinched as he practically sneered his sentence out.

You were shivering, contemplating your reply.

“You weren’t supposed to find out.” The white haired male felt his heart crumble all over again at your words. Fucking hell. He should’ve seen this sooner. Way sooner.

He felt the sugarcoated lies he built around you crumble as you explained.

Everything you told him was all canceled out by a loud ringing he heard, reminiscent of you shooting your pistol at the sky. The only word he could comprehend was “gang”, but that was all he needed to hear in order to understand.

He stood up, walking over to the wall to hide his face into with his arms.

The fact that the name of it was not Passione was all that he needed snap back to the present.

Your embrace caught him off guard.

Crying against the toned man, you let out a sob. “Forgive me.” Your arms around him still felt loving, tight with the emotion of desperation.

“Please forgive me for hiding all this from you.”

The warmth in his chest was a different kind of fire. It burned brightly.

It was the type of fire that could sting ones eyes with its violent smoke.

And sting Abbacchios eyes, it did.

“Why do you have to be in Passiones rival gang?” He managed to choke out, facing you to drop his head onto your shoulder. “What are you going to do now?”

You looked down, hoping, praying that he wasn’t implying what you were thinking.

“Abbacchio, we’ve been together for this long. I’m sure it’ll still work out—!” “—And what if it doesn’t?” His cold interruption to your frantic speaking made you freeze.

“I’ve already put you in danger by being your lover.” He placed his hands on your shoulders. “To also be in Passiones rival gang is suicide for you.”

Abbacchio lifted his head from the crook of your neck.

“You need to leave me. Your gang doesn’t know yet, but if you stay with me, they’ll learn soon.”

You held onto his hands. “Leone Abbacchio, I am not leaving you! How can you be so selfish to ask me for such a thing!” Abbacchio stood, unresponsive to your cries, shaking your hands off of his.

“You can’t just tell me to leave you! You know damn well more than anyone that I can’t do that! I love you too much, Abbacchio!” You grasped his suit, hoping that he’ll come to his senses. Maybe this would incline for him to stay.

Everything was going so well, so why did he have to find out?

Abbacchio winced at your expression. He wanted to keep you by his side, he truly did, but the thought of your life being at risk because of him caused Abbacchio to feel sick.

He pried your hands off of his suit.

“If you’re not going to leave,” Abbacchio pushed you away gently, “Then I will.”

Abbacchio ignored your begs and cries for him to speak with you, reaching for the doorknob.

“I called Bruno in advance.” Abbacchio started, “He’ll be here before you know it, and then I’ll be gone.”

Abbacchio proceeded outside.

The white haired male refused to face you. He didn’t want to be tempted into changing his decision by seeing your hurt expression.

“Just forget about me.” He told you nonchalantly. His heart hurt, but in his mind, this was for your own safety.

“What do you mean forget you—?! You can’t just leave me like this Abbacchio!”

Hair disheveled and eyes puffy from all the crying, you were a mess kneeling at the doorway.

Bucciarati was already there, like Abbacchio told you. The short haired male sat silent in the driver seat, watching in pity as you yelled for your now ex-lover.

Watching him get inside the car ripped your heart into two.

You made no effort to try and pull Abbacchio away from the vehicle, already accepting that it would be fruitless.

That didn’t stop your wails for him, however.

Abbacchio felt himself die in his getaway car, shedding his own tears in the process.

This was for your safety, he reminded himself.

“Don’t leave me like this!” Was the last thing he heard before Bucciarati finally drove off.

He never let go of the memories you two shared.

He replayed your form over and over. Your face cuddling into an invisible him on the bed, simply being in the living room lounging around, he replayed everything he remembered of you.

The new rookie Bucciarati introduced to the team only made him feel worse. That damn blondes attitude reminded him too much of you.

Still, he visited your old home, now abandoned, and let Moody Blues do its thing.

With each replay, he felt himself crumble more and more.

Love didn’t exist anymore. At least not to Abbacchio.

Woodstock Turns 50! And Thankfully There Will Be No 50th Anniversary Festival...

So, Woodstock happened 50 years ago...

The original event, which took place August 15 - 18, 1969, is celebrating its Golden Jubilee.  

Naturally, given the festival’s towering historic status, plans have been afoot to mount a 50th anniversary festival to commemorate Woodstock’s golden milestone. 

But these efforts, aptly titled Woodstock 50, have fallen through. And I for one, couldn’t be happier.

Not that I have any animosity toward the original Woodstock. Or am I opposed to the concept of Woodstock in general. Quite the contrary, in fact. As a Total Rock Fiend, not to mention a student of Rock History, Woodstock looms large in my musical consciousness...

3 Days of Peace + Music

Held at Max Yasgur's 600-acre dairy farm near White Lake in Bethel, New York, which actually a about 40 miles southwest of Woodstock, the festival billed as “An Aquarian Event: 3 Days of Peace and Music.” 

And framed in broader culture context, Woodstock marked the peak of the ‘60s counter-culture movement and the height of Rock + Roll’s revolutionary rebellion.

What a Lineup!?

Musically speaking, the festival was a barn-burner for the ages (or at least for the age of the Aquarius). The many highlights are stunning indeed...

Richie Havens cold solo acoustic opening. 

Santana’s transcendent, mike-dropping jamz. 

Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young (back when ole Neil was still aboard the Marrakesh Express) heaped up heavenly helpings of soaring harmonies.

Jimi Hendrix Rock Guitar God histrionics, including his ethereal take on the Star Spangled Banner (though Jimi show-closing turn a Woodstock is still no match for his unrivaled performance a year prior at the Monterey Pop Festival, in which a completely unbridled Hendrix set his Strat aflame and sacrificed it to the Gods of Rock + Roll).

Woodstock, the Academy Award-Winning Documentary

And those are just few of the tastiest bits. Most of which we’re now privy to for time in immemorial, thanks to the Academy Award-winning documentary, aptly titled: Woodstock

The film purports to have captured the best of the best among the performances Woodstock had to offer. But did it really?

Mountain guitarist, Leslie West, claims his band turned in one of their best performances in the group’s storied history. Which, again, according to West, the filmmakers caught on tape. 

But West says the band’s manager hoped to “leverage” the producers for more money. Meanwhile, said manager managed to lever Mountain right out of the flick.

And who knows how many other acts wound up on the cutting room floor barring the brunt of similar “behind the scenes” machinations? With 34 bands on the bill and only 20 in the film’s finally cut, likely more than a few.

Woodstock, the Happening...

But more than a simple concert in the woods, Woodstock is one of those gatherings that transcends mere event status and, particularly in hindsight, has bloomed into a full bore “Cultural Happening.” 

Case in point, 500,000 or so attendees are estimated to have been on hand at Yasgar’s rolling country farm. Yet, seemingly millions of left-leaning, progressively minded folks, not to mention a plethora of die-hard rock fans who happened to alive in the era make the claim... “Yeah, I was at Woodstock...”

And based on Woodstock’s titanic “Cultural Happening” status, there is, of course, a demand for repeat happenings. However misguided the attempt to capture “lightening in bottle” may be be.

Failed Attempts At Recapturing the Magic of the Original

Thus far, Woodstock has seen a couple of stabs at recreating the “magic” first encountered in 1969.

In honor of it’s Silver Anniversary, we saw Woodstock ‘94. A who’s who of the day’s top modern rock acts, which came at the height of “Alt-Rock Explosion,” the festival was most notable for it’s torrential rains. The precipitation soggy effects launched concert goers into “mud wars” for a large portion of the event. Consequently, the festival was dubbed “Mudstock.”

The second go-round, occurring on the festivals 30th Anniversary in 1999, proved a darker outing. With Nu-Metal the genre de jour in late ‘90s, Limp Biscuit front-man, Fred Durst, managed to incite a riot during his band’s performance, with concert goers nearly tearing apart the stage. 

The following evening, a plethora of bonfires erupted during the Red Hot Chili Pepper’s performance climatic performance. The ensuing flames eventually burned a sound monitoring tower, and ultimately brought out the State Police to clear the grounds.

Event organizers refused to allow any outside food or drink. A commercially calculated move that forced attendees to buy criminally overpriced water and food from venue food stalls. Such naked capitalism was rightly observer as far out of alignment with any of Woodstock’s guiding principles. And cast a greedy shadow over the whole affair. 

More tragically, four rapes were reported to police, and countless other sexual assaults alleged, including a gang rape during Korn’s performance. The event also claimed the life of David DeRosia, due largely to complication from heat stroke. 

“MTVStock” was the moniker bandied about by more cynical critics at the time, related to MTV’s exclusive broadcast rights, and the oppressively “corporate” feel of the proceedings. In retrospect, however, Rapestock might be more apt. If not particularly politically correct.

And this brings us up-to-date on the run of Woodstock re-treads.

The Woodstock 50 Festival is NOT Happening, And That’s a Good Thing

For those caught unawares, there’s has been a movement, spearheaded by the original Woodstock organizers, to mount a Woodstock 50th Anniversary festival, known simply as Woodstock 50.

Though a couple of players involved in the effort were toiling away right up the the actual anniversary date to make the festival happen, Woodstock 50 is a no-go.

And truth be told, it’s a good thing.

Woodstock had it’s moment. The hippies, and the yippies, and the counter-culture poobahs all had their proverbial moment in the sun. They showed all the “straights” and their uptight, mainstream, white male-dominated culture just how much peace and love and rock + roll could achieved.

Which, apparently, was a muddy concert in the woods that certainly rawked hard, and is fondly remember, but ultimately signaled the end of the ‘60s progressive revolution more than anything.

But of course, the Baby Boomers can’t let it go. Just like they can’t let go of their cushy c-suite jobs or their Millennial kids or their plush lifestyles.

But it’s time to say goodbye. So, let’s remember Woodstock for all the rock it wrought and the amazing coming together it birthed. And stop trying to wring to much out of a good thing.

BTS Scenario 1.3.: Them being too busy with work to make time for you (while you are having a hard time)

I know, I’m probably a little late to this. But I just stumbled upon the whole ‘Kick J-Hope out’-issue that arose back in 2014 and couldn’t believe what I read. The hateful comments so-called fans left, including a hashtag demanding of BTS to kick out J-Hope (among other members such as Jin and Jimin) for being ‘fat’, ‘ugly’, ‘lacking talent’ and whatnot literally made me cry. Not only because I couldn’t stand the thought of our sunshine being hurt and discouraged like that, but because I was once again shocked that actual humans could do something like that to one another, bullying an innocent person they don’t even know, cowardly hiding behind their laptop screens, having no idea how big of an impact their cruel words could and would have on the other persons mind and life …

Things like that have to stop!!!

And - at least I believe that to be true - Hoseok is deep down a very insecure person, who is always trying to do his best, to improve for the sake of himself, the fans and the members, and always be the hope and the bright sunshine, everyone needs him to be, sometimes probably putting on an act and forcing himself to smile even though he is having a hard time himself. And I know from experience that the tough / sunshine act can be incredibly strenuous, so I deeply respect him for his strength and attitude. J-Hope doesn’t deserve such hatred. Nobody does. 

So, to give our sunshine and his stans the love they so much deserve, here comes a scenario for you! Enjoy! Fighting!

(By the way, I previously posted a similar scenario for Jin and Suga, check them out if you like!)

The Scenario 

They’re busy with work, and don’t seem to be able to make time for you, so you keep dropping by. Because you also have a very demanding schedule and only ever get a few days off a week / month, so you desperately want to spend your valuable free time spend with your love …

angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

3. J-Hope / Hoseok

Officially starting to date and commit to Hoseok was the best decision of your life. Or so you thought at first. Of course, he was one of the most caring, endearing, positive, sweet and strong people you knew, and he tried his best to shower you in affection and make you smile whenever he got the chance. But lately, those chances seemed to make themselves scarce, and increasingly so. Hoseok had received thousands upon thousands of mean and hurtful comments on social media throughout the last months after falling on stage at a performance on live TV and practically ruining the show, at least in the eyes of countless so-called ‚fans‘. Though the members had handled the situation with grace and tried to shrug it off jokingly later on in an interview, Hoseok took the criticism and hate he received pretty hard and has been practicing relentlessly ever since. You couldn’t take them anymore, those disrespectful people trampling about on his heart, the hundreds mean comments and memes roaming around the worldwide web, solely created in order to make fun of your love, calling him a a club-footed horse, to name only one of the offending nicknames heartless haters had assigned to him. They had no idea what they were doing to him, and it broke your heart to see your hopeful sunshine so distraught and discouraged. You tried your best to support him in any way possible, but couldn’t help but feel helpless, watching him dance to exhaustion each and every day. Whenever he thought you or the members didn’t look, you could witness his precious smile fade and fall. Something you could under no circumstances allow to happen, just standing idly by. So you dropped by the studio every day after university without exception, even if you were sick or tired, bringing by healthy snacks and bandages for Hoseoks maltreated limbs, trying to get him to eat and take a short break now and then. He mostly refused. „No, thanks, honey. I know you mean well, but I have to get this right, I have to improve, to become the dancer and artist my fans deserve. And that won’t happen by taking breaks.“ You knew, disagreeing with him on this wouldn’t lead anywhere, so you merely ruffled his sweaty hair, giving him an encouraging smile. „Alright. Fighting!“, you cheered him on, making a cute gesture, actually managing to educe a loving smile from him before he turned the music back on and concentrating on practicing the choreography again, you watching him all the while, seated in one corner of the dance room, amazed at his beautiful body and what it was capable of. Hours went by and you finally decided to turn in for the night, almost having fallen asleep on the studio floor. Hoseok didn’t even notice you leaving, still completely absorbed by his dancing, even though it was already long past midnight. Already at the door, you looked back at him one last time, tears starting to fill up your eyes, desperately hoping he would at least get some sleep tonight. You left the food you had brought on the threshold, a sticky note attached to it, saying:

I love you, Hobi! Don’t overwork yourself! Your life & body are very precious to me! Remember to EAT & SLEEP! Your body needs fuel! You won’t make any of your fans happy by dying of exhaustion…  -.- - Much love, your biggest fan! Don’t ever forget how amazing you are

You had ended it with a number of hearts you had quickly scribbled onto the pastel pink paper. As you turned to go you wished your little message would make Hoseok smile before going to a hopefully peaceful sleep. On your way home you fell asleep in the bus, incredibly tired after a long and strenuous day at the university and library, having spent your last remaining energy on supporting Hoseok. The bus driver woke you politely when you had reached the final stop, informing you that there would be no more buses departing from this stop tonight. Confused and still half asleep you blinked against the bright streetlights, now out in the cold, some place you’d never been before, not being able to recognize anything in your surroundings, having no idea how you would get home from here. You tried to make out a close by street sign in order to pinpoint your location, however it was far too dark and you weren’t able to spot one, so you decided to wander around the deserted streets. You took out your phone, planning on using a navigation app to find your way home somehow, only to discover that your battery was running dangerously low. „Shit!“, you cursed, your voice echoing unnaturally loud in the dark of the night. You felt a shiver run down your spine, not only because of the cold but rather because you can’t help but picture horrible scenarios of danger and violence, a mysterious stranger creeping up to you in the darkness, not a soul around to come to your rescue, however loud you would scream for help. No, this was not some thriller. You were just an ordinary girl, walking through an ordinary street on an ordinary Friday night. Nothing would happen to you, of that you were sure. You just had to keep on walking at your regular hurried pace, not letting strangers see how desperately lost you really were, fighting back the tears of anger, fear and fatigue. Angry. Yes, you were angry. At yourself, for being so stupid. How could you have fallen asleep in a freaking night bus!? You were better than that! Stronger than that! After all, your strength and positivity were two of the things Hoseok loved most about you, and you had to stay strong, no matter what, not only for yourself but for him, too, in his time of hardship. Only now you realized how big a toll Hoseoks situation had taken on you, as well, to which extent you had neglected your own health and happiness over the last few months to be there for him, and how much energy it had cost you. And suddenly, you just couldn’t carry on anymore. Couldn’t be strong anymore. Having wandered around this strange and desolated part of town for over an hour already, you ultimately broke down, plummeting to the pavement, grateful for the stinging pain in your knees, which finally allowed your tears to fall. For countless minutes you just sat there in the middle of the street, weeping freely, shaking in the cold breeze. Only your phone vibrating in the pocket of your sheer jacket brought you back to your senses. When you took it out, the screen showed Hoseoks face, flashing the sweet smile you loved so much, brightly gleaming in the darkness. He was calling you, at half past two in the morning. You quickly looked up to the starless night sky, praying that nothing bad had happened to him. You cleared your throat, swallowing the remaining tears, so he wouldn’t hear them in your voice, before you eventually answered the call. „Y/n, where on earth are you?“ He sounded decidedly worried, his voice growing into a high pitch as he kept on speaking. „I came by your place after practice, hoping you were still awake, because I felt so bad about letting you leave like that. I found your note, so sweet, honey! But when I let myself in your flat was empty. It looked like you hadn’t been home tonight. Where are you?“ „Hobi, I’m lost! I fell asleep in the bus, they threw me out at the final stop and I don’t know where I am! I’ve never been to this part of town, and it’s so dark and cold. I have no idea how to get home!“ You couldn’t help it, contrary to your intention bursting into tears again at the sound of Hoseoks soft and familiar voice. „Please, honey, don’t cry! It’s gonna be okay!“ „I’m really scared, Hobi …“, you reluctantly admitted. „Of course, you are! Wandering around in the middle of the night all by yourself is incredibly dangerous! I can’t — My heart can’t take this! I don’t even dare to imagine what could happen to you!“ You could hear him inhaling deeply over the phone. „Now, do you have no idea at all where you are? What line was the bus you took?“ You closed your eyes, trying hard to remember. „It was definitely the blue line, that’s all I can recall…“ „Okay, y/n, just stay were you are and try to keep out of harms way! Avoid strangers and dark alleys! I’m coming for you! Do you hear me? I’m coming for you!“ „No, Hobi, you must be so tired. You have to get rest! You have a concert in a few days!“ Your phone beeped repeatedly, reminding you of its low state of battery charge. „What is that sound, honey?“ „It’s the battery. My phone is about to die. I —“ „Don’t worry, honey. Let’s just end the call now to save some battery. I’ll locate you through the app, try to keep your phone running for as long as possible! Disable any applications you don’t need at the moment. And remember, y/n, it’s gonna be okay. I’m coming for you, okay? I promise! I’m coming your you! See you soon!“ He hung up before you even got a chance to reply, and you instantly missed the sound of his voice, having allowed you to forget about the lonely cold and the frightening darkness for a few precious moments. You couldn’t help but feel proud of Hoseok for handling such a terrifying situation comparatively calmly, overcoming his fearful nature to venture into the night in order to come to your rescue, not even thinking for one second about himself. Promptly, you felt an intense warmth growing around your heart, being reminded of his love for you and the reason both of you kept fighting so hard for this relationship to work. After a few more minutes, your phone eventually died, leaving you cut off from Hoseok and the rest of the world. But knowing that he was coming for you and not doubting him for a second, you stood your ground with certainty, shivering in the cold, embracing yourself to preserve as much body heat as possible. Hobi is coming for me, you kept reminding yourself, having trouble staying awake by now. Hobi is coming for me, I just have to hold out for a few more minutes. A jolt went through your limbs, shaking you out of your sleep, as you felt your body being lifted up from the cold ground. „Shh, it’s okay, honey, I’m here now“, you heard an all too familiar voice whispering into your hair, leaving no time for you to panic. „Hobi“, you murmured, weak and still half asleep, your voice muffled by the soft fabric of his shirt. „You really came.“ „Of course, I came, y/n. I promised, don’t you remember?“ You could feel something heavy on your shoulders, and figured that he had wrapped you in his coat before he’d lifted you up to carry you in his slender but strong arms. But he must be so tired, you kept thinking to yourself, trying to free yourself from his embrace and get back to your feet. However, he didn’t let you, holding on to you tightly. „Hobi, please, put me down. I’m awake now, I can walk by myself. You must be exhausted after practicing yourself half to death, not having eaten all day. I can’t even bear the thought of robbing you of your last strength. I’m fine, really. Put me down.“ He paused, holding you away from his body in order to sneak a look at your face, smiling one of his bright, hopeful smiles. You couldn’t believe he still had the energy left to pull off one of those. This man was a marvel.   „Y/n, I would do anything for you, you know that, right? And I realized that I didn’t appreciate the efforts you made over the past few months. I was so focused on my work, I didn’t even realize that you were the only thing that kept me going. Your smiles and your daily visits gave me the strength to go on. So, now, please let me repay you, hmm? Or I’ll tickle you senseless right here and now.“ You couldn’t help but laugh at the image. Yes, his tickles were indeed powerful. „Okay, if it makes you happy“, you agreed reluctantly, smiling up at him. „But don’t overdo it.“ „Don’t worry, the taxi is parked right around the corner.“ So you leaned back into him, burying your face in his chest, soaking up his comforting scent, until you put you in the back seat of the taxi, seating himself next to you, gesturing you to lean against him. Gladly you rested your head on his shoulder, gradually going back to sleep. You woke up in your shared bed to Hoseok kissing your cheek repeatedly. „Good morning, sleeping beauty“, he greeted you, as you slowly opened your eyes, extending one hand to ruffle his fuzzy bed hair, at which he smiled, turning his head to quickly for you to react, placing a soft kiss in the palm of your hand. „I tried to make breakfast“, he announced with pride, smiling widely. „However, I failed miserably. So I cheated and called Jin over to help me out.“ You couldn’t help but laugh at that, still sleepy, Hoseok joining you immediately. „So, come on, wakey wakey!“ You pulled a pillow over your head, not yet ready to leave the warm comfort of bed. „Don’t be a party pooper, y/n! Get up! It’s PANCAKE TIME!“, he declared, beginning to tickle you until you finally burst into laughter and fought back, the two of you now involved in a raging tickle war, until you rolled out of bed, falling to the ground and onto each other, laughing even harder. „Okay, okay! I give up! Bring on the pancakes!“, you sighed, still out of bed, raising your hands in playful resignation. Hoseok got up first and extended a helpful hand to you, effortlessly tasing you to your feet, capturing you in a tight hug. Suddenly, he let go of you, bringing some distance between the two of you so he could meet your gaze. The look in his eyes was caring and warm, his soft features caught in an affectionate smile. „What is it?“, you asked, feeling your cheeks blush. „I just love you so much, for everything you are and do for me. You can’t even imagine how much you mean to me. I have never met someone as warm and caring as you.“ „I have“, you replied. „You.“ „Aww, you’re too sweet to handle“, he giggles, blushing himself now. „But now, let’s have those pancakes. I even asked Jin to put in some chocolate chips.“ „Chocolate chip pancakes? They’re my favorite!“ „I know“, he replied, grinning happily, lifting you up on his hips to give you a piggyback ride to the kitchen, repeatedly spinning around on you way there, letting butterflies dance in your stomach and making you laugh out loud in excitement. When you reached your destination he carefully put you down, placing a breathless kiss on your lips. „This is so much fun, y/n. Everything is with you, really. I can’t believe I missed out on this, on you, because of some idiotic fan rant. I’m so glad and crazy grateful you went through this with me and never left my side. I won’t ever forget that. I love you, my hope.“

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Hope you liked it and it did out Hope justice! 

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[fanfic] Bad Food:  Chapter 5

Daisuke expected roughness. He expected Kaiser to take a chance to hurt him.

He wasn’t sure why he expected this, except for the fact they were enemies. But Kaiser had taken him in – against his will, he reminded himself – and was taking reasonably good care of him – that he didn’t want – and so he should’ve really expected what came next.

Gentleness.

Kaiser chose a clean washcloth from the small stack of them, soaped it up, and began to move it in long, graceful movements over Daisuke’s legs and hips. He touched nothing that Daisuke wouldn’t have wanted him to, nor did he act in any fashion that Daisuke would’ve thought might lead to so much as an unwanted touch.

Granted, his current definitions of ‘unwanted touch’ weren’t what they’d been a short while earlier, and on certain occasions, when people bathed together, some rules could be bent or suspended, but…

Daisuke’s mind slowly drifted off into a place of warmth and rest and without the gut-wrenching pains that he’d had for the last few hours. He didn’t feel back at his peak at all, but he did feel better. The bath washed away the sweat and a little of the weariness that came with fighting his stomach, and Kaiser made certain to wash his hair as well, those long fingers going across Daisuke’s hair with a tenderness Daisuke really hadn’t expected.

I could stay here...

He knew he wouldn’t. Just a passing thought brought on by the odd situation, but if you didn’t think about what Kaiser actually did…it was nice. Very nice.

Daisuke’s head drooped down a little, his eyes closing all the way. He wasn’t exactly sleeping, but he wasn’t completely awake, either. A sort of in-between state, when all he found himself aware of was the pleasure that thrilled through him at the thought of not hurting, at least for now.

Kaiser missed absolutely nothing that Daisuke did. Not a movement, not a twitch. He couldn’t read the other’s mind, but he didn’t need to, not when Daisuke’s body language was as open and expressive as a book.

I could do it. He’d set the Ring down when he’d started to wash Daisuke. It would take little more than a movement to pick it up and put it on him.

He wouldn’t even notice a thing, not in his current state. The Ring would activate as soon as it was on him and then …

Then Daisuke would be his. His enemy. The leader of his enemies, the one who’d slid into him at high speed and spoiled a goal – a small thing compared to everything else that he’d done, of course – who’d done so much to attempt to stop Kaiser from taking what was rightfully his.

Just like Daisuke was rightfully his, for the simple fact that Kaiser wanted him.

He reached to the side of the tub. He’d never tried a Ring on a human before. Contrary to what he’d told Daisuke, he genuinely didn’t know if one of these, or a Spiral, would work on a human in the Digital World. The logic and the mathematics were sound. He’d just never tried it.

I should. What better target could I have? If it didn’t work, then he would put forth the effort to refine the project and figure out how to make it work. If it did, then he’d eliminated one of his biggest threats, and beheaded the Chosen’s little army or whatever they considered themselves at the same time.

And gained Daisuke for his own, not an inconsiderable treasure.

His fingers brushed against the Ring. Almost in the same moment, Daisuke stirred. Little more than a shifting, but Kaiser drew back and started to work on washing Daisuke’s shoulders and back.

It had nothing at all to do with honor or promises or Daisuke not being able to defend himself. He didn’t care if Daisuke couldn’t defend himself. He was the Digimon Kaiser, he took what he wanted, when he wanted, and he could eliminate one person who tried to tell him no right here and now!

But that wasn’t what he wanted. He didn’t want a red-eyed Daisuke who wouldn’t be able to tell him no because a device wouldn’t let him.

I want Daisuke to stay here because he wants to. I want him to be with me because he wants to.

And that would never happen. Daisuke wanted to defeat him, overthrow him, win this game once and for all, and Kaiser refused to let it end like that.

Daisuke lifted up his head and twisted around until he was looking at Kaiser, who was behind him now. Kaiser did nothing at all to indicate he’d been within a hair’s breadth of finding out what the interaction of Rings and data-transformed humans would be. He only smiled one of his favorite slow smiles before he tapped on Daisuke’s shoulder.

“I think that’s both of us clean enough. Dinner is waiting.” If it wasn’t waiting by now, then he would have a very serious talk with his cooks. They knew his habits well enough by now, and he’d ordered dinner at roughly the same time every day since he’d moved here on a permanent basis.

Daisuke started to get up, then hesitated, glancing at him again. “Clothes?”

Kaiser paused in the middle of reaching for a towel. Then he grabbed it and tossed it to Daisuke. “Yes, I suppose you’ll need some. But as I told you, yours are being washed. You’ll get them back when you leave.”

Daisuke still didn’t move. “So what am I supposed to wear until then?”

Kaiser suspected that he wouldn’t have been displeased if Daisuke didn’t wear anything at all. But that might’ve made eating a little difficult, especially if he splashed his soup.

Bother. He hadn’t thought about that.

“Wormmon!” He raised his voice, expecting the little worm to be within hearing distance, and not displeased to see him wriggle into the room. “Find some clothes for Motomiya. Tear up something if you have to, as long as it isn’t mine.”

Technically everything in the fortress belonged to him, but for all of his other faults, Wormmon was bright enough to know what the Kaiser actually meant. As he wriggled out again, Kaiser dried himself off and started to dress in a fresh set of casual garments. He didn’t often wear anything that wasn’t his uniform around here, but today did seem like a special occasion.

Daisuke grumbled even as he dried off and wrapped the towel around himself.

“You really aren’t ready for guests, are you?” Daisuke demanded. Kaiser gave him a very level look.

“No. But I can always be ready for a prisoner if I need to be.” He wanted Daisuke to stay because Daisuke wanted to. He was far more than willing to take the time to persuade him to do so.

To Be Continued

Notes: Posting begins anew! And this time I have the whole story finished, so it will be a daily posting until it's all done.