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angelizs · 2 years

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Speaking on crushes now weve heard ur thoughts on floyd what about jade 👀,how do you yourself think he may act ?,cause for an eel thats more secretive in his own ways its fun to think about

HII ANON!!

I like the way you think! Floyd with a crush is already entertaining, now imagine the quieter twin when he's infatuated with someone... let's see...

if you manage to attract Jade's affection, you must be quite something. I think he'd like someone who's curious and, like his brother, someone that doesn't stay stagnant and complacent, but is always looking ways to improve and to change! it helps to keep things far from boring! also, he'd like someone who listens to his interests and is willing to indulge him from time to time, even if they themselves don't actively take part in them. he'll gladly listen to them talking abt their interests in exchange! perhaps while they share some tea and the newest mushroom dish he's created...

hmmm, noticing that Jade has a crush would be quite hard, seeing as he's naturally more discreet. I think he'd talk more with his crush, not that he'd become a chatter box, mind you, but he'd be happy to share his interests with them and, depending on how far their trust relationship is, he might be willing to share a bit about himself, too. he'd be very curious and attentive to what they like and make sure to remember it, either so he can bring up in conversation later or so he can buy/make it for them. he'd be very teasing, but it's just that he likes the banter! having someone that can keep up with his light hearted jabs and throw back some equally as good can be very entertaining! I also think he'd like someone that can indulge him with some more serious topics of conversation that might require some more brain stimulation. if they can offer him new perspectives on things, he'd be delighted!

I think he's very atunned with his feelings and would notice if he's got a crush on someone, tho at first he'd proceed like normal just to see how things play out and to observe a bit more his own reactions, as well as theirs to check if it might be reciprocated. he might want to try to spend more time with them even with his busy schedule, convincing them to visit the lounge or to take a walk with him at the botanical garden. he miiight make some flirty remarks here and there or some more casual touches if he's got suspicions of them liking him back, but it would be nothing too remarkable and still subtle. he'd also act more like a gentleman/butler type around them and do little service acts (for free!! mostly). he might get a bit protective, if anyone is giving them trouble, all they need to do is say it to him and he'll take care of it :)

and if you manage to fluster him?? HE'S IN DEEP. take him by surprise, be with heartfelt gestures and words or a bold move forward, and he'll be so enthusiastic. he'll love to see what other unexpected things you'll do next!

I think Jade might also like some more domestic settings? while he enjoys his daily entertainment and healthy dose of chaos, getting some time to sit back and just have a quiet and peaceful moment with his love can be equally enjoyable. getting used to each other's presence and routines, doing little things for them and knowing each other in and out! just the intimacy and trust involved...

#tea time #so. I. might have a gigantic crush on him and was giggling and kicking my feet as I wrote.#hehe Jade with a crush what will he do #just smth abt someone that looks impenetrable and cold having enough heart to love someone else and get a crush and stuff...#like the break of expectation? the way he'd break his polite façade around them and have a genuine smile on his face? how he'd get a #different tone when talking with them? how he'd be excited to share things with them and have things shared with him in return? how he's #capable and known for being dangerous and cruel acting very soft and loving around them?#how he'd get worried and take care abt them (and he'd let them take care of him too)?#LIKE. TELL ME YOU WOULDN'T FALL IN LOVE TOO #yes he may be a little bastard but. he's my little bastard #I'll admit this is sooo self indulgent

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yanderecrazysie · 2 months

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so i wanted to ask if maybe we could get a 3rd for "change"

(This one part could be skipped since this is basically what i'd imagined happened not long afterwards) since mc obviously doesn't like oikawa and doesn't really anything to do with him then maybe she could try (emphasis on try) and distance herself to give herself some time to breathe, but then he ends up going to her place every morning/night to either pick her up or drop her off. So their usually stuck together most days if not everyday. Anyways i imagined that's how it must be going for her, but imma get to the main point now.

So i was wondering that while at a cafe or something, like a "date" that oikawa planned for them after practice she ends up meeting another guy while oinkawa was grabbing their drinks and they talked for a bit. One thing led to another and their now friends (with or without oikawa knowing.) They end up having a genuine relationship with each other overtime and mc develops a small crush on him, oikawa finds out and obviously he wouldn't like that. The rest is up to you, i don't think he'd kidnap her but would probably still do something pretty drastic.

Can you make something like this happen please °^°

I can make that happen and I will :3

Title: Change (Part 3)

Pairings: Oikawa Tooru x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, swearing, violence

Summary: After returning to the way you’d always been, Oikawa’s become nothing short of a nightmare.

Part 1: here

change

/verb/

make (someone or something) different; alter or modify:

Oikawa never thought he’d have to compete with anyone, much less the guy he was seeing. He was a two out of ten, whereas Oikawa was a ten through and through.

Messy brown hair, thick glasses, a face riddled with acne… The guy gave a toothy smile, revealing braces. And, worse, you gave him a smile back.

Oikawa hadn’t seen you smile in two or three months now. Believe him, he’d tried. His jokes left you blank-faced, his cuddling left you tearful (maybe physical touch wasn’t your love language) and his gentle affections made you shrink away or flinch.

For a minute, Oikawa stood there dumbfounded, holding a coffee in each hand, silently admiring your smile, even if it wasn’t for him. The next minute, he was at your side, standing between you and the boy that dared to talk to you.

“Sweetheart,” Oikawa put every ounce of affection he had into the word and sent a threatening look towards the nerdy-looking male, “Who is this?”

“His name is Hikaru,” you said. You stood up and gave your “boyfriend” a challenging look, “We were just talking.”

Oikawa shoved down the green-eyed monster rearing its ugly head and offered the stranger a friendly smile, “I see you’ve met my girlfriend.”

“We aren’t dating,” you snapped. You were talking more now than you had talked in months, and this was what you were saying? How disappointing… No, insulting.

“My princess likes to joke,” Oikawa said, letting out a carefree chuckle, “Now…” He turned his face so only the two-out-of-ten could see. His smile morphed into a sneer and his eyes narrowed, dark with anger.

“Goodbye.”

Hikaru held Oikawa’s stare for a few seconds before crumbling. “I’ll see you later, (Y/n).”

“See you later,” you said softly, disappointment lacing your tone.

Oikawa frowned deeply at that disappointment. You never sounded disappointed when he left. You were always so relieved…

He pushed your coffee closer to you as he took a seat at your shared table, “It’s just how you like it.”

“How do you know how I like my coffee?” you asked, looking up at him with suspicion.

Oikawa ignored your question, “I don’t like when you talk to other boys.”

“And I don’t give a fuck what you think,” you snapped.

It’s her time of month, Oikawa decided. Usually you were much meeker. Now, even your glasses flashed with anger. He reached out to play with your messy hair and you swatted his hand away. So feisty. This was a new side of you and hell if he wasn’t enjoying it.

His eyes gleamed with excitement. High off the adrenaline of scaring away a potential rival, he reached out and grabbed your hand. When you pulled away, he tightened his grip.

He laced his fingers with yours, smiling softly when he compared how much smaller your hands were than his. You were his. Not Hikaru’s. In time, you would come to understand that.

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Your mother had fallen for Oikawa’s charms, always saying things like “you don’t have to be embarrassed that you’re dating” whenever you denied him being your boyfriend.

So, when Saturday rolled around, and he appeared at your door, knocking on it like he always did, he wasn’t surprised by your mother opening it with a smile.

“Did she forget something?” your mother asked.

Oikawa furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, “What do you mean?”

“I thought she was out with you,” your mother said, equally confused.

Oikawa’s heart sank. If you were out of the house, either you left alone to avoid him or the worst case scenario was unfolding. The possibility that you were out with…

No. There was no way. He had scared that little nerd away, intimidated the shit out of him.

Despite his thoughts, he had already broken into a run. You could be anywhere, sure, but Oikawa knew where you would be. With your new “attitude”, you’d be exactly where he looked first.

He burst into the cafe so violently that people stared. His eyes zeroed in on the couple at a table near the back. Your pretty, bespectacled face looked up at him with a knowing smile. Oikawa doesn’t need to be a genius to guess who the messy-haired boy sitting across from you was.

He walked back out the door, seething. He needed to get rid of this pest and teach you a little lesson about hanging out with other men.

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“Oikawa, STOP!” you screamed.

Oikawa had gone temporarily deaf, his knuckles bruised and reddened with blood. He continued to slam his fists into Hikaru’s face.

Hikaru was unconscious at this point, which was probably a blessing. That way, he couldn’t feel his nose breaking with a loud SNAP.

You threw yourself on Oikawa, trying to wrestle him away from the poor boy, but he shrugged you off like you were a pesky mosquito. Tears ran down your cheeks as you begged him to stop caving in your friend’s face.

“Tell me you made a mistake or I’ll kill him,” Oikawa stared down at you with a terrifyingly blank expression, cheeks speckled with blood and forehead soaked in sweat.

You stared back, speechless, and he raised his voice, “Tell me you made a mistake!”

You opened your mouth but nothing came out.

“DO IT FUCKING NOW!”

“I’m sorry, I made a mistake, please stop hurting him!” you wailed.

Oikawa took a step towards you, “Tell me you’ll never talk to another boy again.”

“I’ll never do it again, I swear!”

“Do what?”

“Talk to another boy! Just please don’t kill him!”

Oikawa looked disdainfully at the boy and his bloodied, broken face.

“I’m glad we’re in agreement!” he said with a bright smile, eyes betraying the darkness within him.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere one shot #yandere haikyuu #haikyuu!!#one shot #yandere oikawa #oikawa tooru

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dontletmanagementfindme · 1 year

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Short little thoughts I just can't get out of my head they just won't go away I must share these things with the world

(badly formatted hcs bc I'm going insane; gn reader; romantic context; takes place after events of the manga -after ch 127-)

Aza Toma x reader

* He doesn't have time for a relationship >:(

He's off being a bandit with his brother, wreaking havoc wherever he goes!

* Ok maybe he does have a bit of time :<

~~you are very attractive~~

As long as you don't get in the way of their bandit, world-domination- and as long as you can protect yourself if you get caught in the crossfire, you're okie dokie!

* If you manage to get into a relationship with this gorgeous man, you get special privileges!!! >:D

He will let you comb his hair :3 and braid it, too. Or put it in whatever style you wish! Just be very careful! If you tug too hard or damage it, he is leaving you forever!!!! His hair is his pride and joy how could you >:O he will leave you to deal with the angry authorities after he and Chobe are done terrorizing them (haha jk. Unless...)

Another special privilege! On his own, he would never wear a dress! He does not like to, finds it embarrassing. But you've seen the way he goes soft when talking to those he cares about. He drops that distant and aloof personality almost entirely! I'm sure if you plead hard enough, he'd wear a dress for you. An extra pretty one, probably very expensive. He'll only wear one in private, and not often, so don't go bugging him about it. If you pester him to wear a dress for you too much, he'll hit you with the blunt edge of his katana (very gently)

* Even if you were not his lover, and only a close friend, he'd still worry and fuss over you. Always asking if you're hurt after you/you all go on a mission or "errand", or reminding you to be careful in your travels. If he sees a particularly nasty injury on you, he will cry. Please be extra cautious, if only for his sake. (After he is done crying, if you have not slain the foe who had caused you harm, rest assured he will not rest until it has died a painful death o7)

* When it comes to sleeping together (literally) he will always take the big spoon position. It's easier to keep you safe that way! But also... It feels really nice to be in your embrace--very comforting, warm. It makes him feel loved <3 BUT HE WILL NEVER TELL YOU THAT! So you best take initiative! (Toma small spoon real)

* Even if not in a romantic relationship with him, he will still seek your approval if you're close! It just gets amplified in a different way when you're lovers. He'll work extra hard to impress you and show you how good a boyfriend he is!

Ha! See how quick it was for him to slay those guys? And with such clean bladework too! You must think he's really cool now, yeah? :3

Oh, dear. Isn't he just such an amazing strategist dude, playing such a big role in helping his brother taking down that one powerful dude who was getting in the way of their bandit activities (idk what bandits do)

(see this makes him a good partner bc good partners are very skilled in battle and very awesome and smart, ofc. He does not know exactly how romantic relationships are supposed to work, he never desired one before you, so pls understand he is just very silly)

~~praise him for his accomplishments and efforts, he'll love you forever~~

* He often wears his heart on his sleeve. When he gets excited or very happy, even if he tries to suppress it, his lips quirk up a bit, and his voice takes on a different tone. And if you shock him with praise or affection or gifts and like, he won't be able to stop his eyes from going wide and his face red. It's very easy to fluster him, and he makes very pretty faces when that happens, so take advantage of that, I suppose.

And that's all the thoughts I had. If only I could see more of him, then I'd have much thought. So much quantity of idea! But alas, I do not even know his favorite color 😔 nor even whether he can cook or not, which is very important for reasons.

And if there's anything I'd like to impart to you readers today. It's that Toma is very much wife material, he'd make a lovely wife. That is all. Good day to you, sir o7 (gn)

#ram rambles #aza toma #aza toma x reader #jigokuraku #jigokuraku x reader #hell's paradise #hell's paradise x reader

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luna-loner · 1 year

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Hmm, if you still ship it, how about 002 for SugiKano (though, not all of them can be answered, huh? ^^;)? If not and/or as a bonus, KaruMana/KarmaNami? You seem real excited for the week, so here’s another chance to talk about it in the meanwhile.

Yay! Thorn's here!

Of course I still ship it, I just don't talk about it or any other ships because my mind is mostly focused on Gakuyuki. Due to recent events though, Karmanami is top priority, hence why we'll be doing both.

Suginkano

When I started shipping them: I think it was like a day after @blueberry-4 told me she shipped them. Rarepairs have a habit of occupying my mind rent free for a considerable period of time, but you already know that, my dear friend 😅

My thoughts: I can't believe I never thought of shipping them prior to meet Blue. They're perfect for each other. They have a lot in common, like sports, one-sided crushes, love chicken (which you pointed out to me, Thorn), etc... but have enough differences to balance things out. It's especially great for Okano, not only because she deserves someone to treat her right after the Valentine fiasco with Maehara, but also because I can see Sugino aiding in her growth.

For example, I can see Sugino praising and complimenting her skills whenever they hang out and play sports (We're at friendship stage here) He may not realize how impactful his words are, how they provide validation for her hobbies and interests. This alone won't diminishes her insecurity about being "unfeminine", but it does help, and Okano will gradually learn she doesn't need to change herself for others or to fit the mold.

What makes me happy about them: All the possible cute moments and scenarios, the chance for them to be with someone after their one-sided crushes, the height difference, the blue and pink combo, and the fact this ship can work both platonically and romantically.

What makes me sad about them: That they barely interacted.

Things done in fanfic that annoy me: No fanfics so no answer. Instead, I'll tell you about the things I did in my own fanfics that annoyed me:

Alot of times, I had Sugino tease Okano and her respond with anger in true tsundere fashion. It was funny at first, but then I felt it was too OOC for Sugino. I don't think he's above teasing, but he wouldn't tease someone just to get a reaction. Since then, I toned it down, and even outright abandoned it. He'd still tease her, but very lightly and she either teases him back, or playfully swats/kicks him with a smile on her face.

Things I look for in a fanfic: Good characterization.

My wishlist: For them to move on from their crushes and just be happy.

Who I'd be comfortable them dating with, if not each other: Kurahashi for Sugino and Kimura for Okano. Basically, my old ships for them pre-Sugikano, or OCs (for Next Gen purposes...)

My happily ever after for them: They get married and have kids and a dog.

Karmanami

When I started shipping them: From the begining, right after episode 8.

My thoughts: The delinquent x nerd dynamic what sold me on the this ship. It's endearing to picture Karma being the first to fall in love, but can't bring himself to confess, but he hangs out more often with Okuda as a result.

What makes me happy about them: How Karma trusts Okuda enough to let his guard down around her. It's this honest and open nature that prevents the chances of conflicts between them. I also love how Karma prompted Okuda to improve her skills, even if it was for nefarious puposes...

What makes me sad about them: That they never became canon.

Things done in fanfic that annoy me: Nothing, actually. I've read my fair share of bad Karmanami fics, but they were mostly crack. Overall, I liked what I've read for this ship.

Things I look for in a fanfic: Nothing in particular, maybe more of Okuda unintentionally flustering Karma.

My wishlist: For them to keep in touch even after graduation, showing that even after years, they still have the easiest boy-girl relationship.

My happily ever after for them: They get married and start a family.

#now I'm in the mood for making Sugikano content. thanks Thorn #assassination classroom #ansatsu kyoushitsu #sugino tomohito #tomohito sugino #okano hinata #hinata okano #akabane karma #karma akabane #okuda manami #manami okuda #sugikano #karmanami #karumana #asks #o0o0thorn0o0o

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rey-jake-therapist · 9 months

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Sweetbitter Fanfic update: Lost Souls Chapter 6

Chapter 5 is here.

Summary:

Jake and Mina have to deal with the awkward situation they find themselves in. Jake has already enough problems, as he has to deal with the war that now opposes Simone and Tess. As for Mina, she's not a very good bartender.

Notes:

The following chapters will be told from Jake's point of view :) A bit of trivia: - 'Moni' is the name that Jake gives Simone in the book Sweetbitter. - the first dialogue between Tess and Jake that he remembers is taken from the show, season 2 episode 8. She and Simone had a heated argument about Jake that ended their friendship. - Rosalyn's also a canon character who Jake briefly dates in the show.

Jake couldn't stand working under stress, but fortunately, it rarely happened. The reason was simple—he never allowed his job to take up enough space in his mind to cause anxiety.

Take, for instance, his boss, Howard. The man seemed to have a personal grudge against Jake, all because he had hooked up with more women in the five years he'd been at the restaurant than Howard had in his entire life. But Jake didn't let Howard's resentment bother him. Another thing that Howard couldn't fathom was the unique bond that Jake shared with Simone. Most people didn't understand it, and even Tess, whom Jake had hoped would accept it, disappointed him recently when she expressed her disapproval of their special connection. He remembered how she tried to gaslight him, attempting to discredit the profound relationship he had with Simone. Her sudden hostility had left a bitter taste in his mouth whenever he thought about it. Part of him understood why she was confused, but what she had asked him to do - shun Simone out of his life - was unacceptable.

"Oh, Jesus. You don’t get it. People don’t get it. It was just us! Nobody else. It was our own little world…”, Jake had tried to explain.

“Do you still…” Tess had begun, unable to spell out the one question that had been obsessing her for months, way before they started dating.

“Do I still… What?”

“When you go to the Cape… With Simone, do you still have sex?”

In different circumstances, Jake would have found her embarrassed face adorable when she blurted out that absurd question, but it only fueled Jake's frustration. He had pleaded with Tess countless times to stop dwelling on the past and focus on the present, but she seemed unable to help herself. The idea that he and Simone might have been romantically involved at some point had become an unhealthy obsession for her. And now, she couldn't just let it go, leave the past behind in the damn Cape, where all their problems seemed to have originated. Tess had confronted Simone, and needless to say, it hadn't ended well. Both women felt betrayed by each other, adding to the chaos.

The situation had left the two people Jake cared about most—Tess and Simone—angry and hurt, entangled in a battle for his heart. He despised this whole ordeal. His relationship with Tess, in particular, had frozen after a promising start, and the feeling that she was hiding something from him only intensified the strain. Jake knew that at some point, Tess or Simone, or both, would ask him to pick a side. While he would choose Simone in a heartbeat, especially if Tess continued acting strangely, the thought didn't excite him in the slightest. Everything had been so wonderful when the three of them were friends, forming an unconventional yet happy family. Why couldn't they just go back to that?

" Do you love her?" Simone had asked Jake, shortly after things had gotten heated between her and Tess.

"Who?" Jake had responded snarkily, well aware of who Simone was referring to. He knew she wasn't asking out of innocent curiosity; she wanted to know if she could tear Tess apart and get away with it, again.

"Don't be ridiculous," his friend had replied with a smile that didn't match her irritated tone. "You know exactly who I'm talking about, Jake. So, do you love her?"

"I don't want to discuss that with you, especially not now," he had deflected.

"So you do care about her… That's what I was afraid of. She'll try to cut me off from your life permanently, you know that?" Simone had then claimed, with a strangely calm voice.

"Now, Moni, who's being absurd? And paranoid. She's just jealous and worried for me. It'll pass," Jake had retorted. Deep down, he knew Simone was probably right, but he didn't want to add more fuel to the fire. He hoped she was wrong, too.

In a way that was typical of Simone, she had abruptly changed the subject, asking, "Why did you walk away from the project you had with Scott?"

Irritated, Jake had shot her a look and muttered through clenched teeth that Scott's project was doomed to fail. He knew it was a weak excuse, and so did Simone, who had raised an eyebrow and replied with a smug grin, "Scott's still mad at you, but you probably did him a favor! Don't take it the wrong way, darling, but you don't have the maturity to commit. It's better to disappoint Scott now than to let him down after both of you invested a lot of money."

"Oh, really? If you say so, Moni, you must be right!" Jake replied sarcastically, but if Simone had noticed the sarcasm in his voice, she hadn't shown it.

The truth was, after Simone had offered to sell the house in Cape Cod so he could fund his dreams, Jake had grown terrified of losing her forever. Despite the place being laden with painful memories, he and Simone had built a life there, and it symbolized their unbreakable bond. He feared that once the house was gone, so too would be Simone, along with the precious connection they shared. He wasn't ready to face that reality yet, so he had walked away from the project. He had lost both an opportunity and Scott's friendship in the process, and didn't need Simone to remind him of that fact; but then, twisting her knife in his wound was her thing.

When a week ago, Jake had chosen the Omega Lounge over his usual hangouts, it wasn't with the intention of picking up a girl and taking her home. He had learned from Simone that tension had been brewing all day between her and Tess, and he wanted to avoid getting any more involved in their conflict than he already was. All he had wanted that night was to shut off his phone and drown his worries in alcohol. However, the atmosphere at the Omega Lounge hadn't fitted his mood, so he had found himself smoking outside, contemplating finding another place to spend the night.

It was then that he had noticed her , not just because she was stunning in her green dress and her long auburn hair that cascaded down onto her shoulders, but also because he overheard her arguing with someone over the phone, someone who seemed to be her boyfriend . He wasn't on the hunt for a one-night stand, despite the allure of many women in New York. He was content being faithful to Tess, even though she hadn't explicitly asked him to. But something about this woman's fiery demeanor had intrigued him.

And then, she had yelled this formidable angry sentence over the phone, piquing Jake's curiosity.

"You know what, Johnny? I'm going to follow your advice. I'll pick up the first guy that comes my way, take him to my hotel room and fuck him all night!"

The woman's angry outburst had made Jake chuckle; it was clear to him that she hadn’t meant what she said and was simply trying to upset the guy on the phone. Jake had then observed with a mix of cringe and amusement a short blond-haired man with a foolish look on his face approaching her, only to be quickly brushed off, confirming Jake's initial suspicion about the woman's true intentions. She wasn't here for a random hookup in a filthy alley; she had come to find a friend.

As he had continued to watch, he had seen her rummage frantically through her handbag, then growl in frustration when the lighter she had found hadn’t worked. Deciding he couldn't leave her in misery any longer, he had offered her his own lighter. That was when he had seen how pretty her face was, despite the sadness overshadowing her big gray eyes. She had flirted with him, wanting to have fun and relax, and had seemed genuinely disappointed when he had mentioned his intention to leave for another bar. In a moment of impulse, he had mentioned the Home Bar without fully understanding why, as he had no intention of going there yet. He had recognized the familiar sensation of being drawn to a beautiful stranger, and it had seemed she felt the same way, but his instinct had told him to walk away. He already had enough problems in his life, didn't he?

Little did he know that a week later, she would be the woman hired by Howard to replace Nicky, the man he usually worked with behind the bar. Not like that would have stopped him. As Jake was now watching Mina and pretending that the situation wasn't awkward at all, he tried to recall what had led him to follow her into the Omega Lounge.

Perhaps it was that elusive quality she possessed, something he couldn't quite put into words. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, persuading him that he couldn't let such a beautiful woman slip away without even trying to get her in bed—or in the conference room, like the one Corinne had shown him during her break once, for that matter.

From the way Mina had avoided his eyes since their shift had begun, Jake could tell she regretted following him to his apartment that memorable night, despite her initial claim that she wouldn't. Jake, however, didn't regret it one bit. He had a motto never to regret anything, especially when it involved great experiences like theirs. However, he couldn't help but feel cautious about Tess' reaction if she were to find out about what had happened between him and Mina. While he didn't owe Tess faithfulness, he knew she was particularly sensitive these days, and the last thing he wanted was to trigger more drama.

Truth be told, Jake wasn't a one-woman man. There was a time when he deluded himself into thinking he could lead a conventional life and invest in a monogamous relationship, but it had ended so disastrously that he decided it simply wasn't for him. He didn't know the exact details of what Simone had said to Tess, but he was aware that she had warned her about him. He didn't want to hurt Tess, but he also knew he couldn't provide her with what she desired. He was who he was, and as he often said, "take it or leave it."

Tess had caught a glimpse of what he was like in a relationship during his brief time with Rosalyn, the hostess who greeted the clients—or rather, guests, as Howard insisted on calling them. Rosalyn, like others before her, had had expectations that ended in disappointment and bitterness. Tess knew what she was walking into, and yet here she was, disappointed in him, like Rosalyn and all the others before her.

After all these years, Jake still didn't fully understand women. What did they think would happen when dating a barman who enjoyed late-night parties, waking up at noon, and who was still single at 30, despite being good-looking and reputedly skilled in bed? Did they believe he would change? Simone once told him that women often thought they could fix a damaged man, and this was precisely what Rosalyn had attempted to do, and now it seemed up to Tess to try to do.

" I tried to warn Tess that you were beyond salvation and would never change, but she didn't listen, of course," Simone had added with a knowing smirk on the day Jake confessed he had slept with a woman who wasn't Tess.

Hearing Simone think of him that way hurt Jake more than he cared to admit, but he had simply chuckled in response.

Jake still couldn't believe that out of all the people in New York who could have taken the job of replacing Nicky for a month, it had to be her. When he had seen Mina stepping out of the corner where she had been hiding and standing next to Tess, it had felt as if for a second the wires in his brain had short-circuited. He had recognized Mina instantly, but it didn't make sense that she was there, ready to step into Nicky's shoes. He was certain she had flown back to her husband in Los Angeles a long time ago, full of guilt and determined to ignore all the red flags for the sake of keeping their marriage alive. That's what most women married to a cheating husband, as he knew, often did.

Seeing Mina pretending to not know him, even as her worried eyes betrayed her, reignited the anger and disappointment Jake had felt when he had woken up and found her gone that morning. He couldn't quite explain this feeling; it wasn't the first time a lover had left his place without a note, and he had done the same more than once. But with Mina, he had shared something that wasn't just about sex. It hadn't been planned; it had just happened. They had both been surprised at how easy it was for them to talk about the hardships they had gone through. Perhaps it was because they had both experienced the pain of being abandoned by their mothers, or maybe there was something in the air that day. Against all odds, Jake had felt that he could open up to her, just as she had done with him. And, of course, the sex—also not planned—had been mind-blowing and had haunted him for days, even when he was with Tess.

Jake's mind was in turmoil as he reminisced about the memories of Mina, his eyes fixated on her alluring neck, left vulnerable for his eyes. When he had met her, her hair was flowing wildly upon her shoulders; today it was put in a perfectly tied bun that gave her a serious, even severe, look she didn't have a week ago. Yet he recalled how much he had loved kissing and biting this neck, noticing with a hint of disappointment, as it caught his attention, that the marks he had left had all vanished. As he served a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon and handed it to Heather, he couldn't help but stare at Mina's luscious pink lips while she politely interacted with a client at the bar. His thoughts wandered into dangerous territory, with vivid images of her on her knees, her lips parting to take him in her mouth, flashing before his eyes. He felt the beginning of an unwelcome erection in his pants and struggled to fight against visions of him pulling her hair and engaging in more intimate acts.

Knowing it wasn't the right time or place to indulge in such thoughts, Jake forced himself to look away from his new coworker and concentrate on his work. All he had to do was avoid looking at her perfectly shaped behind and prevent parasitic thoughts from invading his mind. He closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to clear his mind. When he opened his eyes again, Mina was gazing at him, her deep gray eyes filled with concern.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

I'll be okay when you let me take you to the basement and bang you against a wall…

"Yeah, just feeling tired, long night," he blurted out, which wasn't entirely untrue.

He had spent the night with Tess, Ari, and Sasha at the Home Bar until closing time before crashing at Sasha's place. Both he and Tess were high and drunk, leading to an argument about the planned trip to France he and Simone had in mind for next summer. Tess had discovered it on her own, and the stress of the situation had made Jake unsure of how to break the news to her. Their bickering had annoyed Sasha, who had retreated to his bedroom to sleep.

Finally, they had ended their fight with a rough shag in the middle of the living room. Jake had learned early on that there was nothing better than sex to stop a heated conversation; Simone had taught him that - you fight fire with fire. He had apologized, promised to reconsider his trip - another lie; saying no to Simone wasn't even an option!-, cuddled her, and touched her in the ways he knew Tess liked until she forgot she was angry. And just like that, another drama had been avoided, or so Jake had thought.

However, when Tess had murmured in a drunken haze, right before falling asleep in his arms, "I love you, Jake. I'd do anything for you..."

He knew he should have replied with something, but the only answer Tess wanted to hear was the one thing he couldn't bring himself to say. He had said "I love you too" to someone other than Simone only once before, and it had resulted in tears being shed and hearts being broken. Love had never brought anything good to Jake, ever.

Moreover, with Tess in particular, there was another problem: when she had whispered those three little words to him, he had felt nothing but sheer embarrassment and the certainty that it was time to end things with her. Simone was probably right to warn her, he realized with a profound disgust for himself.

You ruin everything you touch, Jake!

He could delude himself with the thought that Tess was too drunk and high to know what she was saying, but he would be dishonest with himself if he pretended he hadn't seen it coming from the start. It had taken him months to sleep with Tess because he actually liked her. She was too young and inexperienced in life to handle someone like him, and he knew he wouldn't give her what she wanted, so he had kept her at arm's length. But one night, she had shown him she had changed and had seemed stronger than before. Besides, Simone loved her, which had drawn him to her even more.

What had really appealed to him was that Tess genuinely cared for him, even though he dreaded that she probably wouldn't if she knew about the dark places he carefully kept hidden away from her and everyone else. Except for Simone, who knew him better than anyone. Jake didn't love Tess and knew that he would never love her. He sensed it in his bones. He only loved that she loved him. Was that such a terrible thing?

"Fu... Why is there so much foam?!" Mina groaned near him, pulling Jake out of his reverie.

Jake chuckled as he saw Mina furiously trying to remove the excess foam from a beer she had just served. When she had said she wasn't used to bartending, she hadn't been kidding. She clearly needed some guidance.

"You need to tilt the glass while pouring the beer, otherwise you'll get too much foam," he explained patiently.

"But I tilted the glass, and it still happened!" Mina retorted, shooting a frustrated look at the draught-beer tapping machine. They had been working together for more than two hours now, and she had already asked him several questions about the job and let him show her around the wine cellar. However, Mina hadn't been able to make eye contact with him the entire time. When they were in the cellar, Jake had tried to create a moment of intimacy to check on her, but she had abruptly asked, avoiding his eyes,

"Can we just pretend nothing happened between us and act like it's the first time we've met? You lied to me about working in another place, I applied for this job because I was sure you didn't work here, I mean… The situation's awkward enough as it is, you know?"

Surprised by her request, he had quietly replied, "Yeah... I guess we can."

From that point on, they hadn't exchanged another word until now when she was struggling with serving a beer. Howard was probably desperate to find a quick replacement for Nicky", Jake thought, trying not to show his annoyance. He took the glass from Mina's hands, tilted it, and poured a perfectly served beer with just the right amount of foam. He handed it back to Mina, looking straight into her eyes. The way she blushed and murmured a weak "thank you" made him smile.

"You know, we can pretend not to know each other but still talk and look at each other, right? If the gossip girls see you purposely avoiding me, they'll find it suspicious," he teased, hoping to make her at least crack a smile. It worked, if only for a moment.

"Why? Because they're used to seeing every new girl swoon over you?" Mina scoffed.

"Precisely!" Jake replied with a grin.

Mina rolled her eyes playfully.

"Of course they do…" She murmured.

She smiled again, and Jake felt a sense of relief. A smile was always a good start.

Let me introduce you to Mina and Jake here!

Chapter 7 is here :)

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scribblyspaceskeleton · 1 year

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The Great Return, Chapter 1

How long had it been? Years?

Rayman stared listlessly at the ceiling.

It had been far too long since the Hall of Doors had malfunctioned and sent him… Here.

This wretched, painfully slow dimension full of strange rabbit creatures that had hassled him so badly he was forced to move house multiple times. This world with nothing interesting to do, no excitement, nothing to protect or watch over, just that itchy bone-deep ennui that he couldn't seem to shake off.

At first this quiet hideaway had given him a shaky peace of mind, though he had still looked over his shoulder for any sign of those godforsaken shrieking aliens for a while afterward, but he'd barely left his house outside of for necessities or work.

Now, it was just wading through glue, day after day, with no powers to speak of since he'd arrived here-- this dimension seemed to entirely lack magic of any kind, for all he knew.

Gods, did he miss his friends. He thought about Ly, and Murfy, and Globox, and sighed heavily. The poor guy must be going frantic without his best friend there.

It had been far too long since he'd seen any of them.

And when was the last time he'd made music, either?

The Limbless thought to himself for a moment, then turned his hands up in an approximation of a shrug and heaved himself off of the futon.

You know what? Why not.

For the first time in gods knew how long, Rayman walked out of his house for something he wanted.

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The bell softly rang as the door to the music shop opened, the radio quietly playing classic rock in the background. The owner looked up to ask what this new customer might like to look for here, but the words caught in his throat when he realized this person was very much not human.

Oh god, another alien.

Gary, the old man who ran the shop, had had his unfair share of run-ins with those rabbit-like emissaries of noise and chaos, so seeing a non-human entity walk into his store set him on edge at first- but this individual looked like nothing of the sort. What… was this guy? He didn't seem to have arms, legs, or a neck-- he was just a bunch of floating body parts. Not wanting to stare or seem rude, but also needing to keep an eye on him, Gary wasn't sure what to make of it.

As he watched, the being calmly walked through the store and seemed to take a genuine interest in the instruments, the guitars particularly catching his attention. "Excuse me, sir," he asked softly, "is it okay if I take this down off the rack? I want to try it out, I'm looking to get one."

Oh, he's not like those other rabbit things at all. He's polite.

"Sure. What are you looking for?"

They talked for a while about the instruments, the different makers, and eventually the conversation drifted into music as whole and what kind they each liked to listen to. As they were talking, it dawned on Gary that this very unique individual had begun strumming along in time with the song on the radio. He really did seem like he felt what he was playing, and he nailed every chord and key change.

"Damn, you learn quick!"

The limbless being smiled. "I've been making music for a very long time-- eventually, you start to pick up on patterns." The way he said that intrigued Gary- there was something a bit mysterious about his tone. "How long have you been playing for?" That question did not get anywhere near the kind of response Gary expected- instead, the alien looked like he was doing some serious math in his head. He counted on his fingers, put his hands to his temples, squinted--

"Erm… At least since I was a kid, and that was… A big fucking number ago."

The old man snorted. "Well, either you've got a serious case of baby face, or I need to get my eyes checked. How old are you?" A knowing smile had started to creep onto the alien's face. "Listen. Listen. I don't wanna do all that math again. Let's just say it's in the ballpark of I sleep on the scale of centuries, for fun."

Something about the way he'd said that, the sudden change of tone for emphasis, made it dawn on Gary that he was completely serious. "Well, I'm gonna go out on a limb and believe you. I mean--" The old man had an expression like he'd just tipped too far back in his chair. "I didn't mean to-- You, uh--"

At this faux pas the alien burst out laughing. "You're fine! I just hope this guitar doesn't cost an arm and a leg!"

Relieved that the being didn't seem bothered and instead found it funny, Gary relaxed a bit. "Hey, I don't think I ever got your name! I'm Gary, I run this old shop here with my nephew Carl, he'll be in tomorrow if y'all wanna come back."

The being smiled, and extended his floating hand. "I'm Rayman! Nice to meet you."

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Rayman paid for his guitar and walked out of the store, feeling at least a little bit refreshed from the social interaction. By the time he left, it was already dark outside. The Limbless looked up at the sky and took in the stars- he couldn't remember the last time he'd even bothered to do that.

Rayman decided he didn't want to go home just yet-- he'd sit and take in the fresh air, and look at his surroundings. He found a bench and sat down.

The stars glittered in the sky in silver, yellow, and even red, and the full moon was high overhead-- its light cast a soft bluish glow onto the little town, as well as highlighted the shape of the big dark puffy clouds that framed the whole scene up there. It was the most beautiful thing he had seen in quite a while, perhaps since he'd even gotten here-- it wasn't like he'd had a second to spare to take in the scenery while being chased and stressed out to hell by those godforsaken Rabbids.

Watching the Moon made him feel a deep sense of calm- it was grounding, it reminded him of where he'd come from, and what he had fought for over tens of thousands of years. For a moment he was so absorbed in the view, he'd almost forgotten where he was. Rayman fiddled with his new guitar, his spirits rising by the second. He got totally lost, between the song he was playing and that view, completely absorbed in the music and the beauty overhead. He really got into it, improvising riffs, jamming out, totally oblivious to the fact that a couple people had stopped to watch him and listen in.

Outside of the Limbless' awareness, a man with the most baffled expression slowly walked up to him, needing to get a better understanding of what exactly the fuck he was looking at. He looked at Rayman himself, then the guitar, then back at him, unable to process how this collection of disembodied parts was actually playing this instrument at all, let alone so well. He sat down with the other two people on the other bench, and they quietly talked amongst themselves. He asked, hesitantly, "Is that one of them fancy new robots, or…?"

One of the duo responded back, a young-ish hipster with a beanie, probably in his late 20s or early 30s. "We're not sure, man. I don't know if it's someone getting especially creative with drones, but damn, does that sound good."

The confused guy added, "Is he… alive? You saw him look up at the sky, right? That looked like real genuine joy there." The goth girl the hipster was sitting next to seemed to have put herself between him and the Limbless, and she looked tense and a bit worried. "There's no way in hell that isn't a Fae." The hipster scoffed. "Oh, please, don't bring that woo woo shit into this. It's not real. It's gotta be robots."

The goth girl rolled her eyes. "You look at him and tell me that's a robot. Look at how he's moving! He seems too… organic. And I can feel how strong his magic is, he could be potentially dangerous." She continued in irritation. "Besides, we live in a world with loud, annoying aliens in it! You're gonna accept those, but act like magic doesn't exist?"

"Whatever, Mar. I'm just gonna watch the show." The hipster said with a dismissive hand wave. Oblivious to the conversation between the humans, Rayman finished his song with a contented sigh. His awareness of the world around him finally returned, and he realized with a start that a few people had gathered around. When he realized all of them were human and he hadn't attracted any unwanted attention, he relaxed.

"Hi there!"

All three of them were startled when he looked at them and spoke. "Don't worry, I'm pretty used to that reaction by now."

The confused man looked like he was having a mild existential crisis at this point. He looked like he wanted to say something, but was having trouble finding the words. "So, are you, uh… What are you? Are you alive?"

Rayman snorted. Okay, so I get to have this conversation again.

"I get that a lot. I mean, I'm sitting here talking to you, aren't I?" The hipster guy looked intrigued. "So you're not someone's drone art installation, then?"

The Limbless tilted his head and paused for several seconds as he processed what the guy just said-- this was the first time someone's response had caught him off guard like this in a while.

"Ummm…. No." His head was foggy for lack of powers, and he needed more time to put his thoughts into words.

Just then, Gary came walking by, having closed the store for the night and starting on his way home. He has just gotten off of a phone call with someone. "Oh, speak of the devil! There you are, I was just telling my wife all about you." The hipster nodded in recognition. "Hey, Uncle Gary. So… You know this… dude…?" Rayman nodded. "So you must be Carl, then? Your uncle mentioned you when we talked earlier." The goth girl almost flinched. She looked noticeably more stressed than before. Did you seriously give him your NAMES.

Gary nodded excitedly. "I met him at the shop earlier, he just got that guitar. This is Rayman, he's really interesting! We talked all about music, he must have been here for hours." The Limbless smiled and nodded, extending his floating hand. "I'll talk your ear off about it if you'll let me!" The goth girl pinched the bridge of her nose when Carl also extended his own hand.

When Carl shook Rayman's hand, his demeanor changed quite a bit, from skeptical and a bit dismissive to wide-eyed with barely-stifled shock. This was no robot. That was definitely a real living hand. This guy must have been an alien. Carl turned and looked at the confused guy as if to say you seeing this shit?

"Well," the confused guy offered, "if we've got another alien around, I'm so glad you're not anything like those fucking bunny things. I don't even wanna mention them by name, it feels like they'd show up."

The absolutely dead-inside look on Rayman's face at that comment about Rabbids sent three of the four humans into a fit of knowing, understanding laughter. "Oh, I hate them," he said with the kind of exhaustion you only get from many years' worth of accrued psychic damage. "I had to move house because of them harassing me. I came here to hopefully escape them, this is the first time I've felt comfortable enough to come outside and wander around in quite a while."

Carl and Gary looked horrified.

"I am so sorry," the old man replied sympathetically, "that sounds like an absolute nightmare. Is there anything we can do to help? I don't want you to-- Ow! What, why?!" The goth girl had bumped Gary pretty firmly on the side. She said nothing, and was still eyeing Rayman pretty intensely. It was hard to read her, and it made him a bit nervous.

"Hey, I don't think you ever told me your name," he offered.

"No, I don't think I have," she said flatly, while giving a pointed look to both Carl and Gary. It was like she was asking them, what the fuck have you DONE?

Not shaking his hand, not giving him her name, never giving him a direct answer? It suddenly occurred to Rayman why the girl was so wary of him-- he realized he felt like he was on the other end of interactions he'd seen the Fairies have with outsiders to the Glade. She could tell he was a magical being and was reacting accordingly. Something else also dawned on him-- this meant magic indeed existed on this plane.

The Limbless tilted his head, realizing this conversation was going in a direction that was much more his speed, and asked a very blunt question. "Do you think I might be a fairy?" "Maybe I do." She still hadn't taken her eyes off of him. "And maybe this one will finally stop dismissing magic as nonsense," she added with a glare at Carl, who put his hands up in defeat. "Okay. Whatever. Magic is real. You win."

Rayman frowned. This guy's vibes were rancid.

"Back to my point. I am asking why you are here in this world. Be direct and tell me the full truth." Rayman sighed, and once more turned his hands up in a sort of shrug.

"Honest answer? I just want to go home. I didn't come here on purpose, something was wrong with our portal system back on my homeworld, and… It sent me here. I lost my powers, the Rabbids wouldn't leave me alone, and I have yet to figure out how to get back home."

The girl nodded slowly.

He continued, "I'm honestly pretty worried, since I'm supposed to be the one protecting that world and warding off evil. Without me in the picture, it's gonna be a hell of a lot harder for the Glade to defend itself if, gods forbid, they've been attacked. It's been so long that I've just about given up hope."

Gary, who had listened intently for a while, finally spoke up. "I think he's telling the truth. This guy doesn't have a mean bone in his body, from what I know. And Carl," he said, with his eyebrows raised for emphasis, "I want you to stop giving Mariana a hard time about magic. We already have aliens, and that's where you draw the line?" Carl looked embarrassed at being called out by his uncle. He said nothing.

The confused guy snorted, clearly trying to stifle laughter.

"Well," said Mariana, "I am a witch- I know a thing or two about magickal practice, and I could possibly teach you a few things that could help you. What kinds of powers did you have?"

Rayman actually had to stop and think for a second. It had been so long since he'd had any magic in him, he was actually rusty. He looked up at the moon for a moment or two.

"Well, I'm called Rayman for a reason, and not just 'cause it sounds cool-- I'm made of moonlight! The Fairies from my homeland gathered up a ton of the stuff and made me with it. They gave me two brain cells to rub together-- one of them is for music, and the other says PUNCH THE LIVING SHIT OUTTA THINGS."

Gary stuck a finger in his now-ringing ear at the sudden jump in volume.

The excited yelling seemed to take a lot out of Rayman, though, and he had to stop for a second to catch his breath.

He groaned. He hated feeling like this.

"I'm supposed to be a really powerful fighter, and my fist was always my go-to attack. I took down a whole army of Robo-Pirates one by one when they invaded my home!"

Rayman beamed proudly, fondly recalling one of his greatest accomplishments.

"You can… Imagine how demoralizing it was when I couldn't even defend against a bunch of screaming rabbits with plungers." The smile dropped from his face as he finished that thought, and there was a brief flash of tired, genuine sadness in his eyes.

"Wait. You're based in the Moon, right?" Mariana asked, a lightbulb going off in her head. "This is a hunch, but I have something that I think might help you. Since it's the Full Moon right now, when you head home, go fill something clear with water and put it outside so it can absorb the light-- that's how you make moon water. You could drink that and see if it helps you any?" Rayman had to take a moment to process what the Witch had just said.

"…Wait, really?" The Limbless looked like he was on the verge of tears. Mariana nodded. "I don't want to get your hopes up too much, because there's no guarantee it'll do anything, but it's worth a try, right? Just be sure to bring the water inside before morning, because that's how you get sun water."

He nodded quickly, tempering his hopeful excitement a bit. "Thank you so much for the tip! If this does anything to help, I am in your debt!"

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Rayman and the people on the benches said their goodbyes, and he started the walk home. There was a bit of a bounce in his step as he briskly made his way back to the house with the guitar under his "arm"- because for the first time in who knows how long, he felt hopeful.

The Limbless got tupperware, cups with lids, anything transparent that he could find, and filled them all with water. He set them carefully on the tables outside on his back patio, where they could sit openly in the moonlight, and set an alarm on his phone so he could bring them inside before dawn.

Like he was gonna be able to sleep that night, anyway.

Sure enough, he tossed and turned all night like a kid on the night before Christmas, and before he knew it, it was 5:30 am and it was starting to get a little bit blue outside.

When he went to retrieve the moon water, Rayman could have sworn he felt energy emanating off of it. That's promising, he thought as he put most of the various containers into the fridge, but leaving a glass of the stuff on the counter.

Welp, here goes nothing.

Rayman grabbed a straw out of one of the drawers in the kitchen, since it was difficult to drink out of a glass when one had a nose like his, and downed the moon water. He waited, remembering what Mariana had said about the chance that this might do nothing, and hoped to the gods that she was wrong.

…Wait, my headache is gone!

Despite not getting much sleep, Rayman realized that the brain fog he'd had since arriving in this dimension was fading away. His mind felt clearer than it had in years, and he could actually think. This effect in and of itself was absolutely blissful after years of bone-deep exhaustion!

"…I feel like me again!" he wondered aloud to himself.

Once again figuring why not, he walked back out onto the patio to watch the sunrise, and was about to sit down on the porch swing when he realized he was buzzing- the energy from the moon water was building up in his body like a slow-acting Silver Lum, and the ring on his chest had flickered to life.

It was the unmistakable feeling of some of his powers returning.

Rayman couldn't believe it. He stood there for a moment, mouth agape in shock and amazement, then hurriedly looked around for something to test his newly-regained trademark magic fist on. Gathering up the empty soda cans that had piled up on his nightstand and giving them a renewed lease on life, the Limbless stacked them up on the porch railing, charged up a throw, and let fly.

BOOM! Rayman's fist sent the cans flying everywhere!

He whooped, hollered, and pumped his fists in the air as he hopped around the back patio; his triumphant laughter gave way to tears of joy, relief, and overwhelming resolve. "It's gonna be okay! I can fight back! I can finally fix this!" he choked out between heaving sobs.

Thank you, Mariana!

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DAY 27: survivor's guilt

@febuwhump

It had been a few years since Finn's accident, and he was nearly entirely back to normal. Of course, the seizures were new, but they’d managed to get them reasonably under control and he was, for the most part, better.

As puberty settled in, his teenage years brought more issues for him. Most he kept to himself, not wanting to be even more of a burden to the family. Fao was always busy at uni, it felt, and, although he missed him immensely, the stubborn teenager in him refused to admit it. Where they would have shared a bed whenever Fao was back, Finn had withdrawn and started keeping himself to himself.

When Easter rolled around, Finn had become almost a shell of himself, the kid once just excited for easter eggs and family meals just…gone. No matter what anyone did, they just seemed to get nowhere, Finn pulling further and further away.

Fao could tell that Finn had become more withdrawn, as he came home for Easter. He knew his brother always struggled at this time of year - they all did. He missed him in bed, even with his pointy elbows and the constant fidgeting. But Fao knew what it was like to be a teenager, to want to be your own person. As much as they babied him, Finn wasn’t the small ten year old who’d been in hospital any more. He was growing up, and Fao was so proud of him.

He’d gone to bed that evening, tired from travelling, and settled with a book to read for a while before he tried to sleep. It was nice, being home. A change from how busy things were at uni. Especially at this time of year, it was nice to be close to family.

Finn just hadn't managed to get to sleep, he hadn't slept properly in a week. He gave up trying in the end, shuffling into Fao’s room. He knocked quietly, pushing the door open.

Fao looked up. “Finn?”

He didn’t say anything, joining Fao in bed. He pulled the duvet around him, settling down in silence.

Fao set his book down, humming as his brother curled up next to him. “Hey. You alright?”

If he was honest, he couldn’t trust himself to speak, to not just immediately break. He gave a grumble in response, refusing to even look at his brother.

“That bad, eh?” Fao asked, nudging him before offering him his little stuffed toy. “Do you want Eeyore?”

He took him without hesitation, pulling him under his chin, next to Lion who had appeared from nowhere.

“Guessing you don’t want to talk. Want me to read to you, like I used to?”

Finn almost managed a smile and he nodded, relieved Fao hadn't pushed him.

Fao reached for his book again. “Alright. Some random crime stuff as ever. Maybe you can work out who did it.” He said, and started to read aloud.

Finn let Fao read, content in the silence for a little while. Fao was halfway through the sentence when he spoke up, voice quiet and the pain clear in his tone.

"Why didn't I die?"

Fao hesitated, looking at his book. “Why didn’t you die?” He echoed. “Honestly? I don’t know. They said that because you got CPR so quickly, because you got to hospital and had surgery so quickly, that that probably made a difference, but… you were just that small percentage that came out the other side.”

"But I should have."

“I should’ve died when Uncle Tomas shot me in the chest, but I didn’t, and now I get to be your brother.” Fao said with a shrug. “Sometimes this stuff just… happens.”

"But I should have." He tried again. "They always say I should have and most would have but I didn't and I don't know why!"

“Finn, breathe.” Fao said gently. “Being completely honest, nobody really knows why. We’re just glad you’re still here.”

"That doesn’t make any difference!"

“It fucks with your head, doesn’t it?”

He'd not expected that, and his argument died off on his tongue. "Yeah."

“I was still getting my head around it when I moved here, and then some weird kid ended up in my bed.” Fao teased.

"I just made it better." He managed, though there was still a waver to his voice.

“Yeah, you did.” Fao said sincerely. “The bestest little brother.”

Finn was quiet for a little while again, curled into Fao’s chest. "Fao? Is…is it bad that sometimes I don't want to be here?"

Fao thought for a moment, trying to find the words. It broke his heart to hear Finn talk like that. “It’s not a good thought to have, but it doesn’t mean you’re a bad person. Just means you maybe need to talk to someone.”

"I just…just sometimes think it would be better if I had died. I wouldn’t have all this in my head."

“Oh, Finn.” Fao said softly. “What you’ve been through is so crap, what you have to deal with. It definitely wouldn’t have been better if you’d have died.” He didn’t even want to think about what that might have meant for the family.

"But everybody else dies."

“Other people survive what you survived.”

He shook his head. "Not normally."

“Well, no, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be here now.”

"Maybe."

“You’re here, and I’m really glad that you are.”

"Can you read again?"

“Yeah, I can.” He said, but paused. “I won’t tell Mum what you’ve said if you don’t want me to, but you should talk to her. There are people who can help.”

"I don't want you to tell anyone."

“I won’t. Promise. But I want you to talk to people, alright? Don’t suffer through these thoughts on your own. You can call me whenever.”

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ink-and-sunbeams · 9 months

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The Fey Path

Everytime my father asked me where I escaped to, I lied.

This was my gift, deception. It's not a sweet gift and it's not a gift that one should abuse. You have to care for it neatly. Otherwise, one day that gift may end up becoming a knife in the back placed there by your own hand.

This lie. The lie I handed to him so easily was something well-worn and entirely unimportant compared to the truth.

Green leaves and the summer warmth swam around me comfortably. I had walked this path many times, but each time it changed slightly and each time it became even softer beneath my barefeet. Excitement made me clench my fingers more tightly around the basket I'd been carrying.

I knew I had to share this.

Finally, I made it to the place where the willows bend and sweep their graceful branches across the face of the river. He wasn't here yet, but that was fine because I wanted the chance to settle first.

Unwrapping the contents of my basket, I brush my hands across the surface of the silver box that had been carefully nested inside. I knew once I clicked it open I would find a stone that swirled with a storm beneath the surface.

"What did you do?"

My friend and research partner was not entirely human. His body was a mangle of earthbent nature. So much so, that if you looked at him at a certain angle you would swear on your life it was just another shadow spot in the woods.

Dark hair twisted, tree-branch and ivy-tangled down across his eyes. Eyes, that were looking rather suspicously at me.

"Well, hello to you too." I sniped back.

"I did not say hello." His tone was as level as always as he made his way to sit down next to me. He peered over my shoulder at the silver box.

"Yes, I'm aware, I just- nevermind." It's always difficult to remember that sarcasm was not something that could be wielded against him. It didn't matter. I was too eager to share.

"Do you remember when we were talking about how some witches could take things out of dreams? Bring something back?"

He hesitated. "Yes. I remember, but that kind of magic is severely old and dangerous..."

I waited a moment for him to catch up as I gave him a better look at the stone. Recognition flooded his eyes.

"You didn't!"

A smile broke out across my face. "I did!"

"Bree, you did not." He was being a lot more serious than I thought he'd be.

"Look, I know that it is a bit on the dangerous side, but after we are done I can put it back." I kept my tone light and uplifting. Even he couldn't bring down my excitement. Not for this. "Just think of what we can do. This can unlock the door. You can get back! And, if I keep it or if I study it, maybe I can find a way to unlock that door permanently."

He was quiet for a long moment, but I saw the hunger in his eyes. He wanted to go back home, he had been stolen away from the main path for far too long.

Softly, he spoke. "The door isn't meant to stay open. The paths will come and go as nature intends, even witches can't keep that from happening. Maybe I can go back. Maybe. But if I do that means I probably won't be able to come back, and you... We may not be able to find each other again."

Now it was time for me to be quiet. It's not that I hadn't known this could be a possibility. It's just that I understood him too well. Being kept away from your true home was a story that I had also been apart of, my name penned in absolute ink. If I could write him a different ending then anything else wasn't as important.

"I know that. I do. But, I also know you and I know that being here isn't helpful for you. And you already helped me, so it's time I returned the favor."

That he nodded to. Favors. Bargains. Rules. All were important things to him. Personally, I often found them annoying. Like walking face-first into a spiderweb.

"Ok. Maybe you are right," He conceded, "Maybe. But if we use the stone to open the gate, it will use up an incredible amount of magic. And it will attract the attention of other unfavorable creatures. We'll need a plan."

"Perfect! We can make a plan. What's the worst that could happen?"

"We could both die."

"Let's not think about that. Now, how does this thing work?" I lifted the stone to the light.

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mioshuncorg · 1 year

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Hi everyone! I made AI generated stories and they are now gonna be posted! Been a long while since I last posted!

AI Generated Story 1: Hannah & Miles

Hannah and Miles were lovers of different kinds. Miles was a risk-taker, though not completely reckless. He had learned to be careful. Hannah was less reckless, but she wasn't totally comfortable with risk, either.

She liked everything about Miles, from his loud taste in music to the way he laughed. It was rare to see her laugh out loud, but Miles could bring it out in her with no effort at all. They were both good together, for some reason. Miles seemed to enjoy Hannah's company. She liked him, but she didn't need to be around him all the time. And they did not need to be somewhere, all the time.

The cafe was a familiar place to Miles. Even if they didn't spend every night here, they often stopped here to talk after work, or a plan some new move or campaign or campaign strategy. Hannah usually bought a cup of coffee and shared it with Miles. He liked that, and he liked her company. Hannah didn't know why. She'd spent countless evenings trying to figure it out.

Miles had begun to make good on his risk-taking. But as usual, he'd done it in a way that scared Hannah. Miles was not a cautious person. This was another risk they took together.

"Miles, it's your mother. She's had some horrible news."

"Oh?" Miles didn't look up. He seemed to be looking at the tabletop, though his focus was somewhere other than on the table.

"Miles," Hannah said sharply. "Can you hear me?"

Hannah noticed that his ears had gone red, which meant that he could hear, but it wasn't something he liked. Miles took a few more breaths, then looked up and realized that she was holding him in her gaze. "Miles." Hannah's voice softened and she continued. "She's sick."

"Oh," Miles said. He was suddenly very quiet. Miles had a very heavy tone. Hannah could hear that tone, but it was just one of many things about him that she loved. Hannah had a few other things she loved about Miles. Hannah had always found him attractive.

Hannah thought it was strange that her attraction to Miles was not a sexual one. Hannah was not attracted to someone who was necessarily like her. Miles was good-looking, but he was far from handsome. He had strong features and dark hair. He could probably go into any bar in town and attract a lot of attention. And he was very likable. But he was not someone who would ever make her feel attractive.

She had also liked him right from the beginning. Miles was outgoing, especially when he felt like he had done something exciting. He didn't worry about what others thought. Hannah could see that. Even when he was trying to protect her, he was not frightened. He had confidence in his own abilities. Miles liked people. They were all interesting to him.

When he first arrived, Hannah had been drawn to him immediately. She'd wondered about how much of that attraction was because of her disappointment in Daniel. It did not really matter. Miles had not been the only person Hannah liked in the beginning. But he was the first. And she still liked him.

"Come on, Miles," Hannah said. "Let's go back."

She knew he could hear her. Miles seemed to be slightly uncomfortable with it, but he let her lead him away. Miles did not say a word. He just followed her.

Miles leaned into her for a quick kiss on the cheek. Hannah's body reacted to his touch. She hadn't been so attracted to someone so soon. Maybe that was why she could feel comfortable with their affair, and why it had been more fun. Even though they did not kiss often, Miles had a gentle way about him. He was protective of her, but he knew what he was doing.

The reality of the danger to them was not something that had scared Hannah for a long time. Miles was careful with her. And they were making plans that they wanted to take into account. They were ready to be far away from their wives and families.

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jbreenr · 3 years

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𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale × Reader

Summary: You wanted to meet Ransom's family, he wanted to make sure you'd never want it again.

Word count: 3k.

Warning: Poorly written smut (+18 only, please), public sex (prompt 11), fingering, unprotected sex (don't do that, kids. be responsible), a bit of dirty talk, the Thrombeys being the Thrombeys. And I think that's it.

A/N: So, after finding out one of my stories was stolen an translated in Wattpad, I did not know if I should post this just yet but, what the hell? Let's do it. Anyway, this is for @stargazingfangirl18 and @navybrat817 's Shameless Hoes for Chris Challenge so, happy belated birthday! Yaaay. 🥳 Hope you like this at least a little and that it's not as bad as my paranoid brain thinks it is. Also, I just love how the prompts fit perfectly together, don't you? As always, lack of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*

Wheel results (just attaching evidence):

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Draining, tedious, exasperating. Those were some of the adjectives Ransom associated with Thrombey family reunions. He'd arrive late, have some sort of conversation with his grandfather and leave early to do whatever that took him away from that big house.

Today though, he had a reason to stay for more than half an hour.

If it was up to him, you two would have stayed at home, happy, relaxed, and most importantly, naked in his bed, having a more pleasant time than the one you were most likely about to have.

He tried to persuade you. Of course he did! But your insistence and puppy eyes made it impossible for him to say no to your request.

So, here you were, getting out of his car, cake in sweaty hands and an excited smile on your lips, an expression so different from Ransom's, who seemed to be ready to get back behind the wheel and drive straight to Canada.

He didn't knock; he simply opened the door and held it for you to enter. If the three floor house was imposing from the outside, you felt impressed by the inside. Extravagant sculptures, apparently expensive paintings and other kinds of pieces of art were scattered everywhere, telling you just how wealthy and eccentric Ransom's family were.

“That's Harlan Thrombey! ” You exclaimed as you stood in front of the portrait of your forever favorite author holding a knife and a book.

“So?” Ransom asked, unconcerned.

You turned to him open-mouthed, the cake almost slipping off your palms as you went to playfully slap him in the arm.

“How come you are related to Harlan Thrombey and you didn't tell me?” Your question was more of a shock than an accusation.

The carefree gesture he did with his shoulders only accentuated his next words. “I did not think you would be interested in knowing.”

“I wouldn’t be interested?” Incredulity, flowing out of your lips. “He’s the best thriller author of all time! He’s like today’s Edgar Allan Poe!”

To say that you didn't believe him was an understatement. He knew for a fact that you liked Harlan Thrombey's books, just taking a look at the bookshelf in your apartment was proof enough of that.

“We call him grandpa here.” Said a femenine voice. A brunette walked in your direction, her pretty features hardening as she looked at your boyfriend. “Don't we, Hugh?”

He seemed to be ready to say something but decided not to. Instead he inhaled and placed his hand on your back.

“This is Y/N, the only reason I’m not telling you what you need to hear right now.”

Her eyes rolled in irritation and then turned to you. “I’m Meg. Let's introduce you to the rest of the family, shall we?.” And she dragged you to the room where more people were gathered together, discussing something, not before sending a deadly glare at Ransom.

Given the distance between you and him, you didn't listen to the heavy sigh he let out before waking behind.

“Everyone!” Meg called, making everyone leave whatever they were doing to look at her –and you, in consequence. “Meet Y/N, Hugh's new friend.” She then proceeded to introduce every single member of the family, including the housekeeper and the nurse, except for the grandfather, who apparently had a moment of inspiration and left them momentarily to put his ideas on paper.

None of them left their seat to go and shake your hand except for Meg's energetic mom, who hugged you and expressed how much she loved your coat even though it was soooo last season.

Sitting on a couch next to Ransom, you half expected someone to ask you about how you two met or how long had you been dating or what was it that you did for a living. Nothing. As fast as their attention was on you, it fell from you to their previous discussion.

You now understood why Ransom jokingly suggested deep cleaning the house instead of attending that reunion.

What you weren't aware of, Ransom thought, was that all of them were behaving wonderfully compared to previous times.

You didn't know if you felt more disappointed or uncomfortable. Ransom had left your side to go to the studio for a second and you had barely had any interaction with his family. All of them, dipped in their own matters to even notice your presence.

Fran, the housekeeper, was kind enough to take the cake to the kitchen and offer you a glass of water, but after giving it to you, she disappeared along with Meg and the nurse.

“So,” All at once, the room went quiet as Ransom's uncle spoke. “Have you read any of dad's books, Y/N?” Only until you heard your name was that your head snapped up.

“Oh, uhm… yeah. I'm a big fan.” Taken by surprise, you simply answered.

“Really? Which one have you read?”

And to that question, you felt suddenly included in the conversation since you had knowledge of the topic.

“I'm like fifty pages from finishing 'The Needle Game' and intrigue is eating me alive.” As you heard the excitement in your voice, you tried to compose yourself and said “Though 'Nick Of Time' is my favorite.” You smiled at him, hoping that your answer was a good one.

The woman that was introduced to you as Ransom's mother nodded as she licked her lips. The light of the fireplace, reflecting on her glasses as she moved her head up and down.

“Have you read 'Ultimatum' or 'Drop In The Pocket', dear?” Her tone was curious, but the look on her face said differently.

You responded anyway. “They're not bad. I feel like the ending of 'Drop In The Pocket' was a little vague and out of line but it can always be interpreted as an open ending so…” The change in their expressions told you that you had to add something else to that answer. Maybe it was not time for literature humor yet. “But I enjoyed both.”

She hummed and took her drink, detaching from the talk that continued with courtesy questions until it morphed into a heated discussion between Ransom's father and uncle, who would repeatedly ask for your opinion to back up his own.

The discomfort you felt, dispelled to be replaced by the disturbance of being bombarded with dozens of questions at a time, each louder than the other until they changed to a completely different topic to which you were occasionally included as a neutral point of view.

“She knows what she's talking about!” Said Richard at some point when you confirmed one of his arguments. “Thank you, dear.”

Ransom came back from his obligatory argument with his grandfather to find you nowhere to be seen.

“She's using the bathroom.” Informed Jacob, who did not take his eyes off of his cellphone.

Thinking that you went there to hide, he started his way to your potential direction until an overheard observation from his mother stopped him halfway through.

“… Did you hear how she talked about dad's work? Oh, I assure you she won't make it to next week with Ransom.”

Her and Richard's backs were to him, both of them unaware that their son was listening to their share of opinions.

“And did you see her hands?” Joni joined the criticism contest. “She could use some moisturizer, I tell you.”

As usual, they ignored her attempt to fit in and kept going.

“I know it's contradictory to say this,” Richard paused, as to make his point clear. “But he could do better.”

Despite their whispering, Ransom heard every single word and was glad that you were not there to see what was about to happen…

Ransom's words stuck on his throat when he saw you making your way out of the bathroom, fixing the skirt of your dress, with such niceness and warmth directed to him as you smiled, oblivious to the fact that the people you were trying to get to like you weren't going to.

His parents were right. He could do better. He could determine to not see them ever again and it would be the best thing to happen to him… Besides you, obviously.

“What's wrong?” Your concern was evident, just as his annoyance was undeniable.

Cold hands caressed his cheeks and Ransom thought of going back to Joni and tell her to fuck off. Your touch was soft, comforting, and gave him the greatest idea he'd ever had.

“I want to show you something.” Was his answer. It was better if you were the one who decided to never step on that house for the rest of your lives. It didn't matter if it was out of embarrassment.

Taking your hand in his, he guided you up the stairs to the first landing. The creaking sound of the old structure, probably alerting everyone in the other room that you were going to the next floor.

“Are you okay?” The sweet giggle that you let out when he abruptly stopped, almost making him feel bad about what he was seconds away from doing.

“Better than ever.” And he stamped his lips to yours.

Taken aback, it took you a second to respond. Hands on each side of his face as his own explored your body. When his fingers lifted your dress to caress your ass cheeks was when you ended the kiss.

“What are you doing?” You asked in a breathless whisper. “Not that I'm complaining.”

You were cornered against the wall with Ransom towering in front of your smaller frame.

Trying to escape from whatever he had in mind was useless, you knew that much. Though, you were not sure if you really wanted to escape.

“What I've been wanting to do ever since you got a shower without me this morning.” His lips found your jaw and descended to your neck where he sucked to create a bruise. Your eyes closed to the sensation.

“Wait. No, wait.” His fingertip that had started rubbing your still clothed bud paused it's motions as his eyes focused back on your face. “We can't do it. Not here.”

Ransom's finger went back to work, bringing a soft moan that you tried to suppress. “Why not? No one's gonna come here.” His other hand moved up your thigh to lift it. “Even if they did, they wouldn't notice.”

With an expert swing of his wrist, he moved your panties aside, letting the cold air that wandered inside the house hit you before his skilled middle finger entered you while still managing to rub your clit in circles with his thumb.

Adrenaline ran through your veins, fuel activating every nerve in your body and shaking away fear from your brain, replacing it with lust and boldness.

“I'm blaming you if we get caught.” Your hips jolted forward wanting to feel more of his hand, the contradiction between your words and actions, making him smirk.

He added a second finger. Knuckles deep and his cold ring slowly warming against the inside of your thigh, he said, “I'll take responsibility, sweetheart.” Pumping his fingers in and out, he felt your slick running down the back of his hand to his wrist, wetting his overly expensive watch and the cuff of his cozy sweater .“But I can't assure you we won't get caught.”

His words, instead of working as a bucket of cold water as one would expect, increased your need to be touched by him, the yearning for him to take you right there and then.

“Damn it, Ransom.” One of your hands flew to his shoulder to hold onto him for dear life. “I'm close.”

“You're not cumming unless I'm inside you, pretty thing.” At what point did he unfasten his belt and unzipped his trousers, you had no idea. The friction of his digits was gone in a second but the feeling of his already leaking tip rubbing against your most sensitive parts was enough to make you forget about those trifles.

Your lips opened, ready to tell him to keep his voice down when he suddenly thrusted home, stretching you out so deliciously that you had to cover your mouth to muffle the moan that threatened to inform everyone of your current activities.

Ransom's breathing hitched. Being inside you was a dream come true, feeling your walls enveloping his cock so fucking good… it was like you were made for each other, and he was going to prove it, even if his family didn't really get to know.

His hips started moving. Back and forth, back and forth. Delicately at first, letting you adjust to his size but the second he felt you throbbing around him, he increased the pace. Little by little his pounds gained power and energy.

Your whimpers –stuck in your throat, leaving only soft snuffles that crashed against Ransom's cheek, soon became more rapid, erratic and as his fingers dug in the flesh of your thigh to keep you still while he accommodated to go even deeper you heard a creaking noise.

Your boyfriend's blue eyes met yours, his movements never faltering despite the alert given by the dark wooden floor under your feet.

There was a conflict in your head, and Ransom could tell. The way you tightened and the pleading look on your face told different stories, yet Ransom knew they had the same ending.

Shaking your head, your eyes asked him not to do it, but you knew Ransom well enough to be sure that not even begging could stop him.

“You love it, don't you?” His smile grew bigger as his change of position allowed him to hit your sweet spot on and on, ripping high pitched whines from you and obligating you to close your eyes. “The thought of getting caught. The image of someone seeing how good I make you feel.” The placement of his foot, making the landing creak repeatedly each time he pushed up accompanying every word. “Fuck, you're talking me so well. Such a dirty girl, uh.”

His big hand yanked the strap of your dress down, exposing your left boob. Your already hard nipple was soon attacked by Ransom's fingertips. He'd pinch and twist it slightly, just enough to make your back arch in search of his touch.

Pleasure was overflowing your senses, you could feel your heart thudding in your ears and your legs losing strength. Your hand left your mouth to grip at the back of Ransom's neck to keep you from falling.

The sight of your lower lip trapped between your teeth didn't please Ransom. In other circumstances, he would've let you stay that way, as quiet as possible so no one would walk on you. This time though, it was his intention to rip the most delicious sounds from your lips so you thought of the possibility of his family listening.

And so, he lent to kiss you, passion and desire transmitted through his breath. His tongue asked for a permission that was not really required, but as you let it in, Ransom took the opportunity to bite down your lip.

With your lips forcefully parted and Ransom's restless hand traveling back to your bundle, you had no other option than to moan with each quick circle his digits drew.

A series of laughs and undistinguished words were heard from a distance. Both Ransom and you turned to see what they were about, stopping in your tracks with him still buried deep inside your needy cunt.

“Guess dinner's ready.” Unbothered about the information he just gave, he hid his face in the crook of your neck and resumed his movements.

A shaky oh, fuck fell from your lips as you felt the familiar knot in your stomach forming. Your head flew back, hitting the wall with a soft thud.

“Careful. We don't want to be obvious, do we?” You knew you were about to explode, and by the way your walls were clenching and your trembling body tried to separate from him, Ransom knew as well. “Let go, sweetheart.” A roar erupted from him as he felt you tightening around his length. “Cum for me.”

With a last, powerful thrust of his hips, you let out a silent scream. The coil snapped, making you see a kaleidoscope of colors behind your eyelids and listen to a loud ring in your ears.

Ransom followed right after, cursing as he finished inside of you, coating you with every last drop and making sure everything would stay there.

He slid out, leaving you with a feeling of emptiness as he zipped his trousers and took a step back to let you fix your appearance.

You managed to accommodate your dress just in time for Ransom's family to walk out of the room they were in to see you. Your agitated breathing and blushed cheeks, getting everyone's attention.

“Are you okay, dear?” Ransom's dad asked.

“She's fine.” Your boyfriend answered for you. “She's feeling a little sick. I better take her home.” He took you by the hand and helped you down the stairs to the door, which you thanked. Had he not done it, you would have tripped taking the first step.

“But she hasn't met grandpa yet.” Meg noted, furrowing her brows.

“It'll be next time.” And with that, Ransom took you out of the house and in the passenger seat of his car without giving anyone the chance to say goodbye.

When you were at a considerable distance, you sighed, letting out the air you didn't know you were holding.

“Just so you know, there won't be a next time.” You informed him, against your want to meet his grandfather.

“Why not?” He asked with a chuckle, already knowing the answer.

“Cause embarrassment won't let me come back in the near future.”

Behind an eye roll and a tap on your thigh, Ransom hid the triumphant grimace his perfectly carried out plan gave him.

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bibliosophist · 3 years

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Asmodeus with a mc who is insecure. They thinks they are not good enough for him and think he'd rather be with someone prettier. He find out and go's to comfort mc.

Tonight is the night. Panacea Skincare is having a launch party to celebrate their new line of products, and Asmodeus is the face of the campaign. He’s talked about nothing else but this party for a fortnight, and now it’s here.

The first thing you see when you enter the hall is a screen displaying a thirty foot tall photo of your boyfriend. In it Asmo is sprawled across a white marble bench set amid a lush, verdant garden. One of his milky white arms rests above his head, the other lays across his bare stomach. Only a swath of silky white fabric covers his hips. He’s lithe and lean, with both the indentations of his ribs and the toned planes of his stomach on display. Letters forming the words Panacea Skincare scrawl themselves across the bottom of the screen.

He squeals as he runs across the room towards his own likeness, pulling you along behind him.

“I can’t believe it! (Y/N), look, it’s me!”

“It’s you. You look incredible. I mean, you always look incredible, but you’re practically glowing.”

He giggles. “I know, right? They didn’t even alter the photograph at all. That’s one of their principles- no retouching. Panacea wants everyone to know that they’re honest and authentic. But,” he grins, leaning in to whisper in your ear, “why not stack the deck in your favour, right? That’s why they came to me. Who else has skin this close to flawless?”

You smile and squeeze his hand. “Nobody.”

“Exactly! Darling, would you mind taking a picture of me with me?” he asks, striking a pose next to the photo. He leans forward slightly, one hand braced on his thigh while the other throws a peace sign. He winks at the camera.

You snap a half dozen photos of him from different angles. You know what Asmo means when he says “take a picture.”

A high pitched squeal breaks your impromptu photoshoot. When you whip your head around to the source of the noise, you find a beautiful young demon standing stock still, pointing at Asmo. “It’s him! It’s Asmodeus!”

In a matter of seconds, Asmo is engulfed in a swarm of admirers. Some hang off his arms, others clutch at his hands. One particularly enamored demon drapes themself over Asmo’s shoulders. Camera flashes sting your eyes- it seems that the entire room is desperate for a selfie with your boyfriend. You can just barely see Asmo’s amid the crowd. A perfect smile lights up his face- he’s absolutely in his element.

As the mass of demons around him continues to grow, you’re shunted to the edge of the room. You don’t really mind; it’s not the first time, and it won’t be the last. Being with Asmo means having to be okay with sharing his attention, and you've accepted that. Still, you can’t say that it doesn’t make your stomach twist when you see the gorgeous demon with their head on Asmo’s shoulder whisper something in his ear that makes the Avatar of Lust giggle.

You’re so preoccupied with watching the encounter that it takes you a moment to notice the two demons standing a few feet away from you, heads bent together over their drinks. It isn’t until you hear your name that your ears perk up.

“(Y/N)... Yes, that sounds right. (Y/N).” says one of the demons. They both have sleek, bottle glass green hair down to their waists and skin the colour of sun bleached canvas. Sirens, you think.

Beside them, their similarly striking friend snorts. “Even their name is common. I can’t believe Asmodeus, of all demons, has settled for that.”

“Maybe they’re more than meets the eye. You’ve met the other human, Solomon, right? They say he’s the most powerful sorcerer to have ever lived.”

“Unlikely,” says the other one. They make no attempt to hide the way their eyes rove over you, or the way their lip curls before they continue. “If they had any kind of magical power, they’d spruce themselves up a bit. Would you be caught dead looking like that if you could help it?”

“No, I suppose not,” says the first, sipping at their drink.

You feel the blood rise to your face. It’s not like you haven’t thought the same thing yourself a thousand times since you started dating Asmo, but to hear it said out loud...

Ducking your head to hide the tears pricking your eyes, you make your way across the hall to the washrooms. Thank whoever designed this building, they’re single occupant. You lock the door behind you and, closing the lid of the toilet, sink down onto it.

They’re right. You know they’re right. You see the way eyes linger on you when you’re together. You went to high school, you know that look. The “what’s he doing with them” look. What did Asmo see in you? He could have his choice of lovers from any of the three realms. Even among humans, you’re... average. What does the most beautiful creature in existence want with average?

You feel the telltale sting of tears rising to your eyes just as a knock echoes through the small room. “There’s someone in here,” you say, trying your best to keep your voice steady.

“(Y/N), it’s me.” Asmodeus.

“I- I’m in here.”

“Hon, open the door. Please.”

With a monumental effort, you push back the tears. Smoothing down the outfit you’d so carefully chosen for his big event, you cross the room and unlatch the door. As soon as the lock clicks open, he’s pushing his way into the bathroom and relocking the door behind him.

“What’s the matter?” he asks, reaching for your hand. Instinctually you pull back. If he touches you now, you know you won’t be able to hold the tears in. He looks crushed. “(Y/N)? Did I do something?”

Well, crap. The very last thing you wanted to do was ruin this night for him. He’d been so excited. You couldn’t have him thinking that this was in any way his fault.

“No, no, of course not. I just- just have a headache, that’s all.”

“(Y/N)-”

“Really,” you say, turning away from him as the tears threaten to reappear. “Just go back out there, I’ll be fine in a few min-”

A warm hand on your waist spins you around. “I thought we promised never to lie to each other. Please, tell me what’s wrong.”

The look in his eyes as they try to catch yours pushes you over the edge, and before you know it you’re sobbing. He pulls you to him, rubbing his hand over your back in slow circles. You pull away, knowing that your tears will leave ugly marks on his beautiful shirt. When you try to say as much he shushes you, pulling you against him even tighter. “To hell with the shirt. What happened?”

Knowing there’s no way you’ll be able to brush this off now you relay what you overheard the Sirens saying. “And the worst thing Asmo, the very worst thing is that I know they’re right. I know it. And I know that someday you’ll leave me, and-”

“Is that really what you think of me?”

“W-what?”

“Do you really think I’m so shallow?”

“No, I didn’t mean- it’s just that you’re so beautiful. You could have anyone- absolutely anyone. Why would you settle for someone that isn’t your equal? Or as close to your equal as anyone could get, because I mean-”

“Stop,” Asmo says, cutting you off. “Listen to me. Normally I’d love nothing more than to listen to you babble about how beautiful I am, but not while you’re being so ridiculous.” He sighs. “I’ve had a lot of lovers, (Y/N). I’ve been with beautiful creatures- Demons, humans, even angels. But,” he runs his hands down your arms, slipping his hands into yours, “None of them were you.”

“So what, you’ve had your fill and now you’re ready to slum it?” You know you’re being belligerent, but you can’t help it.

“I absolutely did not say that, and you know it. I do think you’re beautiful, (Y/N). Of course I do. But that’s not why I love you. I love you for you. Do you only love me because I’m beautiful?”

“No,” you mumble, “but it’s a nice perk.”

The vibrations of his chuckle tickle your cheek. “Darling, in my long, long life I have never felt about anyone the way I feel about you. Helen of Troy didn’t make my heart stutter like you do.”

“You dated Helen of Troy?”

“‘Dated’ Is a strong word, and that’s a story for another time. Please believe me when I say you’re the one I want to be with.”

You sniffle one final time, squeezing his fingers in yours. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. And, once I’ve taught those Sirens how to accessorize with their own intestines, I would love nothing more than to spend the rest of the night with you on my arm. What do you say?”

#obey me #shall we date: obey me #shall we date #prompt #prompt request #anon asks #asmodeus #asmo #om! asmo #om! asmodeus #asmo x reader #asmo x you #minor angst #insecurity

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rehkkuma · 3 years

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she's all yours | okuyasu x reader

summary: unlike his partner in crime, Okuyasu lacked experience in the dating field. Once he believes that he may have a chance with his crush, his best friend begins to get in the way.

words: 1.8k

disclaimers/tags: fem pronouns, modern AU (basically just phones being involved), tiny bit of angst, fluff, and cursing.

He was staring again. The poor 16-year-old boy couldn't help but notice every single detail about her: the slight tilt in her walk whenever she went up the stairs, how she would tie her shoes, and the unfortunate glint of light in her eyes whenever she spoke with his best friend.

Y/n L/n was someone extremely special to him (whether she knew it or not). She could read his expressions so clearly, sometimes knowing more about Okuyasu than Okuyasu did himself. The emotions he couldn't quite put his finger on, she always had an answer to. At times, he felt undeserving of the friendship he had with her. After coming to terms with his developing feelings for the girl, of course she began to get closer with his best friend.

He was painfully aware of the difference in treatment he received compared to Josuke. While Josuke could be referenced as Morioh's pretty-boy delinquent, Okuyasu was more like the intimidating ruffian that stood by his side. Obviously, Y/n did not think of Okuyasu in that way, but her perception of him didn't matter if he was considered nothing more than a friend.

"Hey," Josuke called out, concerned for his friend.

"Y-Yeah?" Okuyasu stuttered, trying to regain his thoughts.

"Whatcha lookin' at?"

Okuyasu silently thanked Y/n for standing in a crowd with other students. If she stood any further from the school's front entrance, it would've been easy for Josuke to pinpoint who he was eyeing.

"Nothing, really. Just thought I saw a cute girl."

Josuke shrugged his shoulders, repositioning himself so his back laid more comfortably against the tree. "Well, if you do see one, ask 'em out or somethin'. I wanna see you have your first kiss before we graduate," he chuckled.

"Mhm, yup," Okuyasu responded, eyes now glued to the grass he was sitting on. He was about to spew out a self-deprecating joke but stopped himself once he noticed Y/n approaching the two of them. Immediately, he recognized Josuke's energy shift from disinterest to eagerness.

"Y/n!" Josuke cheerfully said, waving at the girl.

"Hi, you two!" she waved back. Once coming close enough, she sat down along with the boys, her knees lacing together in a criss-cross position. Because of the short distance between her and Okuyasu, the boy could smell the flowery essence emitting off of her body. He wasn't too fond of fragrances, but the one Y/n had was light and sweet-- perfectly suiting her personality.

Before he knew it, Okuyasu was staring again. The only thing that got him to snap back into reality was the cry of laughter Y/n let out after Josuke made a funny remark.

"Did you hear that Okuyasu?" Y/n choked out, leaning back with both hands on her stomach.

"Y-Yeah." Okuyasu fake laughed, really having no clue what the hell was going on.

"God," Y/n sighed as she wiped off the faint tears forming in her eyes. "I wish I could hang out with you guys a bit longer, but I just wanted to drop by and say hi. I gotta help out with some chores tonight."

"It's all good," Josuke smiled. "But only if you promise to call me tonight."

The girl rolled her eyes while getting up from the ground. "We'll have to see about that, Jojo!" She then stuck her tongue out before scurrying off to her house.

Josuke chuckled, slowly placing his chin on the palm of his hand. "She's pretty cute, isn't she?" he said, eyes glued to the girl's figure in the distance.

"Yeah, she sure is."

* * *

Okuyasu could remember the first time he met her as clear as day: his hands were tucked deep into his pockets, feet dragging along the sidewalk while he was on his way to school. Unlike his regular routine, Josuke was unable to walk with him due to an argument breaking out between him and his mother. It seemed like a bummer at the moment, but maybe it was actually a blessing in disguise.

"Fuck!"

In front of Okuyasu's feet laid a girl. Her uniform was stained with a bright red juice and its can rolled next to her. He didn't recall exactly what happened, but he did feel someone's face hit his chest before hearing a thud.

"I didn't get any on you, did I?" the girl asked with panic.

Okuyasu, hands still in his pockets, shook his head. "Mnn. Don't think you did."

"Okay, thank God. These stains are so hard to get rid of."

That was one of the first things that Okuyasu remembered from Y/n. Her casual way of talking was enough to make any stranger feel like a good friend. Something about this girl piqued his interest.

"Guess it's not your first time, huh?" he hummed.

"You'd think I'd learn my lesson after the third time."

After the small accident, Okuyasu took the girl to the laundromat. Classes would begin in any minute, but neither one of the pair minded skipping it.

"Oi, what're you gonna be wearin' in the meantime? Don'tcha think the teacher's gonna kick your ass for showing up like that?" Okuyasu pointed at the revealing tank top she wore.

"Yeah, definitely. That's why you should totally let me borrow your top," she winked.

"Don't get too ahead of yourself. I don't even have a clue on what your name is."

"L/n." she replied crassly. "It's Y/n L/n."

That was several months ago. Since then, their relationship started to significantly grow. From sending short texts to sharing a few inside jokes, to hanging out every other day after school. In Okuyasu's eyes, it was inevitable for him to fall for a girl like her.

Right before he could spill about his crush to his best friend, Josuke had already introduced himself to her. It crushed Okuyasu to see the girl he loves slowly start to move on from him-- to his own best friend nevertheless.

All of his frustrations were best to be kept to himself. No way could he express his jealousy to Josuke or Y/n. Out of all the girls that fawned over Josuke, why did she have to be one of them?

**Brring**

Okuyasu rolled his body to the other side of his bed. On a nightstand was his phone that rang. The alarm was just loud enough to break through the pessimistic thoughts roaring through his brain.

"Who's this?" he asked, too lazy to check the contact number.

"It's me, Okuyasu! Why, is it that hard to use a second of your time to check the contact name?"

He recognized that voice anywhere. It was her.

"Aw, look. I was in bed, alright?" he smiled, feeling his mood change immediately after speaking with her.

A small giggle echoed from the other end of the phone. "Alright! I wasn't here to nag you all night anyways." The girl then cleared her throat with a cough before soon speaking again. "I was thinking we should hang out tomorrow. For ice cream, maybe. Just us."

Small butterflies began to form in his stomach from hearing the last sentence. "Just us" had never sounded better.

"Sounds good to me."

"Great!" she nearly interrupted. "A-Ah, sorry! I just got excited. It feels like we've been parting ways the past couple of weeks, but I promise tomorrow's gonna make up for it!"

"It's alright," Okuyasu sighed. "See you tomorrow?"

"See you tomorrow!" she repeated.

* * *

Was it just Okuyasu or did she look way cuter today? The makeup she wore differed from the one she usually had on, her accessories managed to compliment her eyes even more, and she even put an effort into customizing her uniform like Josuke and Okuyasu despite expressing her laziness multiple times. She looked like an absolute doll.

"Hmph." She huffed. "You've been doing that a lot lately," she said flatly.

"Doing what?"

"Staring at me like I'm some crazy person."

Okuyasu internally panicked for a few seconds but composed himself. "You just look pretty lately, that's all."

He expected a cheeky comeback in return but was left with a bashful smile from her instead.

"Let's just hurry up and get ice cream..." she said, eyes faced to the ground.

Okuyasu nodded at her suggestion and began to walk, making sure his pace wasn't too fast for Y/n. He'd occasionally give a glance at her direction to know if he was walking at a comfortable speed for her.

Several minutes of walking and a few casual conversations later, the duo made it to the ice cream shop. Y/n ordered a mix of her two favourite flavours while Okuyasu ordered two scoops of mocha almond fudge. Feeling a bit more gentleman-like today, Okuyasu insisted on paying for the both of them.

"Thanks for the ice cream!" the girl said, taking a small lick of the cone. "I feel like the more I hang out with you, the more things I owe you back," she chuckled as the two left the shop.

"Don't sweat it. Hangin' out with you's enough for me." Okuyasu smiled.

"Ah, really?" she blushed. "That's... really sweet of you."

There she did it again. No witty comeback. Just a flustered reply.

"Somethin' up with you? Eat something bad today?" he asked.

"Hm?"

"You're just actin' a bit different, that's all. Not sayin' it's bad though. I kinda like it." Okuyasu continued to walk on the sidewalk but stopped once he realized Y/n was frozen still. "Hey, you comin'?"

Y/n began to slowly jog her way to Okuyasu. When she caught up with him, she paused once more, now looking into the young boy's eyes. "I feel like you don't hear yourself talk sometimes," she said. "I can't tell if you're flirting or you're just naturally this oblivious."

He didn't know how to respond. He was starting to get nervous from how close their faces were. If he wanted to, he could practically count each beauty mark on her face.

"Well?" she said.

"Well..." Okuyasu tried to come up with something but found himself paying more attention to the girl's lips. They looked plush and soft with a slight glossy coat from the ice cream.

Eventually, the girl noticed where he was looking at. Slowly, she closed the already small gap between the two.

"Okuyasu," she breathed out with a gentle tone. "I really like you."

"I-" he stuttered. "Not Josuke?"

"Josuke?" She covered her mouth with the back of her hand and chuckled. "I don't know what you think is going on between us, but it's not that. He's not exactly my type either."

Okuyasu couldn't believe what he was hearing. Before he could say anything back, he felt her lips against his right cheek. It was a delicate kiss. Maybe a bit sticky, but it made his heart do several backflips nevertheless.

Once her lips left his skin, she stood awkwardly in front of him. The way she looked up at his eyes with that lovestruck gaze made Okuyasu realize something he didn't before: he wouldn't need to jealous of other guys. It was clear that Y/n L/n was all his.

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kaijime · 3 years

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picture perfect

includes. step-brother! hinata shoyo x f!reader

cw. step-cest, mentions of nudes, masturbation, blackmailing, toys [butt plug], fingering, use of pet name 'bunny', video recording, praise kink, vaginal penetration, creampie, theres a mirror?

wc. 2.1k

a/n. this is for @dilfhub's everything-cest collab, hope you like it!! also i might make a pt. 2 for this

hinata knows what you've been doing, the pictures you've been posting, and the videos you've been sharing for anyone to see, and he plans to use it for his own benefit.

tit started with atsumu showing him a picture of a girl online, 'some girl on onlyfans' he said, but as soon as hinata saw one picture, he was hooked on your body. he quickly asked atsumu for a link to your account because he couldn't get enough of you from just a few pictures.

that night when he finally arrived to his room he was eager to follow the link atsumu had sent him. he paid for the exclusive photos and delved into them.

the most recent one was a picture of a girl's body, posing in front of the mirror, a pastel pink bralette and thin, lacy panties adorned her figure. he could swear he recognized that phone case from somewhere, but he brushed it off as a casualty.

but as he scrolled through the gallery, he kept recognizing things from the background. a jewelry box, the bed sheets, some shoes on the floor.

and then it clicked in his mind.

your jewelry box, the one he'd seen you open thousands of times when he still lived in your parent's house. your bed sheets, he remembers the day you bought them, claiming this color would match your room aesthetic. your shoes, the one's he specifically remembered you wearing for your family reunion.

it was too specific to be a coincidence, but you wouldn't do this kind of thing, right? when he still lived in the house, you never seemed like that type of girl. you never invited any boys over, and you never wore such revealing clothes like the ones you wear in these pictures.

he's scrolled too far, and every single picture he's seen has only driven him to his position right now, cock in his hand, stroking himself to you. he didn't care if it was you anymore, he needs relief after seeing your body with those different poses, different underwear that made his mind run wild with thoughts of making you his.

but his hand around his cock isn't enough to satisfy him. now that he's convinced you took those photos of yourself, he only wants to be buried between your legs, he wants to see how much of his cock you can take before whining and pawing at his chest, moaning that its too much for you to handle.

as soon as he pictures you sprawled out on the bed beneath him, panting his name as he ruts into you, he's a goner. he cums quickly, thick ropes of his cum falling on his stomach and dripping down his toned body.

he makes a reminder to confront you about it the next time he sees you, which is conveniently right now as he stands in front of your bedroom door. now, he's not sure if he really wants to do this. what kind of step-brother would he be if he blackmailed his pretty little step-sister?

after spending the whole day with his family, he decides to stay at his old childhood house for the night, and the only thing he can think about is how pretty you'd look wearing the pretty lingerie set you wore in the last picture you posted. he knocks on the door once, twice, until he grows tired of waiting and opens the door, surprised to find out it was unlocked.

he doesn't know what he was expecting when he decided to open the door, but he certainly wasn't expecting to see you posing in front of the body length mirror, a frilly pair of panties adorning your hip and a lacy bra that barely covers anything. even though you're posing in the mirror, there are still other props sitting unused on your bed, bunny ears and a butt plug with a little fluff at the end, a bunny tail.

he stands on the door frame, not daring to move an inch as you stumble to cover yourself with a blanket. despite not moving much, he closes the door behind him and locks it, leaving you with a confused, blushing face.

you can practically feel your heart beating out of your chest in anticipation, waiting for his next move, too embarrassed to say anything yourself.

"you're beautiful" he mutters under his breath before slowly approaching you, caressing your arm and coaxing you to take off the blanket that covered you.

"what are you doing? y-you shouldn't-"

"i know what you were doing" he says, pulling the sheets from your hands and throwing you over his shoulder. he throws you on the bed and towers over you, reaching his hand over to find the bunny ears.

"were you planning on wearing these?" he asks, when he really thinks about it, you would look nice as his little bunny. he puts the ears on your head and runs his hand over your cheek, soft skin trembling under his touch. he could tell you were scared, yet you didn't put up a fight. "they'd look very nice on you"

he reaches over again, fidgeting with the little butt plug between his fingers. "you gonna take another picture in them?" he asks.

"wh-what are you talking about?" you ask, acting innocent to his accusations.

"don't lie to me" he says, flipping you over so you're laying on your knees, your flimsy panties doing little to cover up the skin of your ass, completely exposed to him.

"i-i don't-"

"c'mon, i've already seen all of your photos" he says, a warm blush creeping into your cheeks.

he knows.

you can't do anything but keen at his words, bucking your hips back towards him where he rubbed the plug against your puckered hole. "i've seen you" he continues "in your cute little lingerie" he runs his hands up and down your body, pressing at the curve of your ass. he just can't believe you're finally like this, laid beneath him just how he imagined. "you looked so pretty, i knew i had to make you mine when i saw you like that"

"we can't" you protest, trying your best to slap his hands away from your body, but instead he takes both of your wrists in one of his hands, using his free hand to insert a finger into your ass. he works you open slowly, thrusting one of his knuckles to fuck into you until you're ready to take the metal plug.

you mutter curses under your breath when he pulls his fingers away, only to be replaced with the hard metal as he pushes it in. "ah!" you exclaim, gasping when its finally all inside and he pets the fluffy tail.

"good girl" he praises while he toys with the tail. when he's done admiring your ass, he slides your panties to the side and runs his fingers through your folds.

"you got so wet from me playing with your ass?" he asks teasingly. "my little bunny"

the pet name makes you drip down your thighs and he notices, he can see that your hole is drooling with your essence, eager to be filled to the brim, and who was he to leave you all high and dry?

"don't play with me shoyo" you whine, squirming and struggling to get his hands off of you, feeble attempts to make him stop.

"i'll play with you all i want" he says "unless you want me to show them what a little slut they have as a daughter"

he's blackmailing you. you're stuck between a rock and a hard place, nothing to do except do whatever he wants. you shouldn't have posted those stupid pictures, and you curse to yourself for getting involved in such a stupid cashgrab.

"no..." you shift your hips closer to him, grinding against him in hopes it would change his mind.

he knew you'd cave in as soon as he threatened you, but he didn't expect you to be so receptive. when you grind your wet panties against his clothed cock, how can you expect him to hold back?

"god, you're gorgeous" he sighs, the feeling of your wetness on his fingers excites him, drives his crazy as he sucks on his fingers, reveling in your lovely taste.

he inserts two of his fingers into your clenching hole, imagining it was his cock instead. he grows harder by the minute, biting his lip to hold back his want for you, and he swears he could cum on the spot when you moan his name.

"shoyo, please!" you whine when he curls his fingers to hit that perfect spot that left your legs weak, barely able to keep you kneeling properly on the bed. "'m gonna cum" you warn him.

"not yet" he says, releasing your hands and spanking your ass, then he lightly pulls on the plug buried between your cheeks.

"fuck! p-please let me cum!" your pleas fall to deaf ears, he's focused on getting your phone from the nigh stand and pulling out the camera app. he starts recording you, zooming in the camera in on the sight of your drooling hole, and capturing all your noises in the video.

"cum, bunny" he orders. you don't hesitate to let go of the built up pleasure, cumming around his digits and coating them with your slick juices.

"f"-fuck!" you say between sobs, tears streaming down your dainty face as he takes his fingers out. he pulls them apart, showing off the string of juices that cling to his fingertips to the camera.

he stops the recording and grabs your hips, rough calloused hands leaving dark marks that would probably be visible tomorrow.

"did you like that?" you can't even reply, still lost in your own pleasure and clenching onto the sheets. you're so buried in your mind, you don't even notice him taking his cock out of his pants and positioning it to your entrance. he covers it in your slick, using it as lubricant to slide into you.

he fills you up perfectly, leaving you gasping for air when you feel the head of his cock pressing against your cervix. you're stretched out beyond your limit, cursing under your breath at the burn he sends throughout your whole body.

shuddering under his grip, he starts his pace, rutting his hips into you at slow pace. he treats you so carefully, as if you might break if he makes a wrong move. you're a porcelain doll for him, a porcelain doll that clenches around his cock deliciously every time he hits your sweet spot.

"doing so good for me, bunny" that nickname again, it drove you crazy.

you pant and bury your face deeper into the pillow, trying to suppress you moans from him. you didn't want to give him the benefit of your moans, but he makes it so hard when he angles his thrusts to hit your g-spot over and over, prompting more and more sounds for him to drink in.

"taking me so well in your little hole" he keeps praising "this greedy pussy was made just for me" he pulls you closer with a hand to your tummy and drags it lower, low enough to roll small circles to your clit. you can't help but buck your hips against him, driving him insane with the way your little tail jiggled every time he thrusted into you.

he grips one of your cheeks with his hands, spreading you open to get a better view of the little plug, pushed neatly into your tiny hole.

"sh-sho- fuck! 'm cumming, 'm cumming!" you exclaim, your walls pulling him deeper into your cunt.

he almost cums along with you, but he remembers to take your phone and start recording again, capturing your hole as it clenches around his cock in the frame.

a few curses and he's lost in the pleasure, barely conscious enough to hold the phone correctly as he spills everything inside your tight hole. he records your trembling figure, and he puts the phone closer to your cunt, focusing in on the sight of him pulling out his cock and his cum seeping down your thighs, oozing out of your little hole as you pant and drool all over the picture.

the last scene he captures with the camera is the one of him pulling you up, positioning your body to have you kneeling on the bed, facing the mirror. he records your fucked out body, struggling to stay up and look towards the mirror.

its a sight enough to make anyone cum. its a sight enough to make atsumu cum as he sits in his bed, imagining its his cum that drips down your legs and makes a lovely puddle of slick on the bed. he sits in disbelief as he watches the next video, because he recognizes the red head that kneels behind the fucked out girl, caressing the skin of her hips lovingly.

he definitely has to talk to shoyo when he's back from his trip.

#hqcest #hq #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu scenarios #smut #hinata #hinata shoyo #hinata x reader #hinata x reader smut #hinata smut #hinata scenarios #hqintheclub #cw. incest #cw. step cest #cw. blackmailing

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nashibirne · 3 years

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Gimme Shelter - 5

Here comes chapter 5. Expect a little romance and fluff! Our protagonists even start to flirt 😏 I hope you enjoy the next part of their story! If so, please let me know and leave a comment, like or reblog. Thanks 💜

You can find parts 1 - 4 and my other fics on my masterlist

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC (Kat Spencer)

Words: ~3.3k

Summary: Henry has to deal with a personal crisis and he finds shelter with his old rugby mate Sam and his sister Kat. She used to be Henry’s best friend a very long time ago. Will they be able to become friends again or maybe even more?

Chapter 5: A walk on the coast path, a flirt and a sweet encounter

Warnings: RPF, mention of mental health issues

Unbeta'ed. English isn't my first language. Mistakes ahead and they're all mine.

Disclaimer: I don’t know the real Henry Cavill or anyone who's related to him in any way, this is pure fiction and nothing more

Credits: Pics for the moodboard from Pinterest. Face claims: Kat = Jennifer Connelly

Tag list (let me know if you want to be added or removed):

@lunedelorient @inlovewithhisblueeyes @willkatfanfromasia @hell1129-blog @mis-lil-red @agniavateira @kebabgirl67 @omgkatinka @legendarywizarddetective @summersong69 @taebfada @xxxkatxo @artandotherdelights @notabronte @littlefreya @luclittlepond @eldarwen333 @meowpurrbooks @marantha @fadingkittenfun @liliumdream @enchantedbytomandhenry @greensleeves888 @witcherfan @margauxmargaux07 @radaofrivia @m07belzen

Ready? Let's go.

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Over the next few days Kat and Henry got closer and closer. They had long conversations almost every day that were so very helpful for both of them and they felt that the bond between them, this strong connection they had all these years ago and that had been cut off so abruptly, was rebuilding slowly. It was almost like back in the days. Kat and Henry against the rest of the world.

Kat helped Henry to sort out his thoughts, to make decisions and plans without taking responsibility away from him. She didn't make it easy for him by taking over control or telling him what to do. All she did was listen, sharing her view on things and giving him advice and she did it in a way that made it easy for Henry to see where he wanted to go with his life in the future. She didn't judge, she didn't criticize, she just gave him her opinion and support and that was all he was asking for.

On day 8 after the treehouse talk Henry was brooding over a text he wanted to publish. A statement for his fans, the media, the public in general but it wasn't so easy to get the tone right and to explain enough to make his latest actions relatable without giving up too much of his privacy. He closed his laptop with a sigh and rubbed his tired eyes when it knocked on the door.

"Come in." he said, hoping it was Kat and his wish came true.

"Hey." Kat greeted him with a bright smile and joined him at the kitchen table. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing." He shook his head. "I'm not very productive today."

"So maybe you need a distraction? What about a walk on the coast path? The weather is lovely and I'm really in need of some fresh air. Wanna join me?"

Kat flinched when Mr. Darcy jumped onto her lap out of the blue. "Heavens, Darce...you're gonna give me a heart attack one day." The cat ignored her fond scolding and curled up into a ball on her thighs, clearly demanding a bit of tender loving care that she gave him with an amused smile. "I haven't seen him downstairs in days."

"Cat got your tongue?" Kat stood up with a smirk and Henry was sure she was swaying her hips more than usual when she went to the door. "Come on, Cavill. Let's go."

Henry chuckled. "Yeah, it seems he's moved in with us. He sleeps with Kal in my bed every night. I think he's in love." Kat grinned. "Well, I can't blame him. Who wouldn't fall in love with a smart, sexy hunk and his furry companion." She gave him a flirtatious wink and now Henry was the one feeling like having a heart attack.

This was new. She'd never flirted with him before. All their banter was of friendly nature, sarcastic and funny but not flirty. He wanted to give her a witty answer, make a sexy remark but his mind went blank. All he was able to think about was how badly he wanted to touch and kiss her and so he opened his mouth but not a single word came out.

Kat's heart was racing when they left the house and walked down the road that led to the coast path side by side. It was obvious that her cheeky remark had caught him off guard but she wasn't sure if he considered her move good or bad. It had taken all her courage to try and flirt with him and his reaction left her a little clueless. It was not like she didn't know how to flirt. She did and she loved a sexy flirtatious banter. She wasn't shy and she also was aware of the fact that she was attractive but when it came to Henry everything was different. She turned into an insecure teenager again, helplessly in love and completely confused.

Just don't make the same mistakes again. Her thoughts wandered back to the night she'd spend with Eli after the city festival. When she went home with him she wanted to have sex with him, she really did but it didn't work. Whenever she closed her eyes and kissed him she saw Henry and the way he had looked at her when they were dancing slowly. Elijah soon noticed that something was off and he connected the dots quickly. He was very sweet and instead of being pissed he made coffee and they sat down and talked. Kat told him about her and Henry, all about their past, about Poppy, the heartbreak, her feelings for him, just everything. When she was finished Eli gave her a grin. "Well, I've been dumped for worse guys than Henry Cavill. I mean, even I wouldn't say no to him and I'm straight as fuck."

Kat chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Thank you for your understanding. I just don't know how to deal with my feelings. I don't even understand the nature of these feelings."

"The nature? You're falling for him again. And judging by the way he looked at you and the death stares he was giving me all night, I'd say he feels the same way." Eli shrugged as if it was as clear as day. "And you should really grasp at that second chance."

Kat sighed. "I don't know. What if he hurts me again?"

"You're not sixteen anymore. I'm sure he's learned his lesson and so have you. Just don't fuck it up this time, Kat."

"Excuse me? I didn't fuck it up back then." She looked at him flabbergasted.

"Come on, you know what I mean. Just don't make the same mistakes again." Eli took her hand and gave it a squeeze. "Yeah, he was a total ass and treated you badly. He lied to you. I get that. But you never gave him a hint that you have feelings for him. You took him for granted, Kat. You thought he'd always be there for you exclusively, that you are the only girl in his life and that you could afford to keep him in the dark about your feelings. You had this romantic idea in your head. You and him, the ball, the romance, a dance, a kiss, a confession but you never even considered that he liked you too but moved on because you'd friendzoned him. Truth is you didn't dare to tell him that you're in love with him and it backfired and hit you hard."

Kat started to chew on her lip. "Yeah. Maybe you're right."

"And if I may add one thing. You're 38. You're beautiful and smart but you're still single. You said it yourself, none of the men you meet can live up to your expectations. You've never met 'the one'. What if Henry's been the one for you all along?"

And that was the question that was running around in her mind ever since Elijah had posed it. Was it possible? Was Henry the one for her?

"This way?" Henry's voice interrupted her thoughts. He pointed at a path that turned off to the left. "Yes." Kat smiled at him sheepishly and Henry gave her a funny look. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, sure. I was just lost in thought. Sorry."

"Thinking about hot hunks, huh?" He smirked and it was ridiculously sexy. Kat's heart jumped with joy when she realized that he was flirting back.

"More about their cute companions." Kat laughed out loud with relief and joy. "Come on, Kal." She clapped her hands and started to run down the path, the American Akita following close behind, wagging his tale with excitement. She looked back over her shoulder with a grin. "What are you waiting for, Hen. Are you afraid you can't keep up with me?"

"Don't try me." Henry laughed and ran after her, chasing her down the path, playfully imitating a roaring bear. Kat was surprisingly fast and he indeed had problems keeping up with her. He wasn't a sprinter, his body wasn't really made for running though he did it for cardio regularly. So he had stamina but he wasn't very fast. Kat on the other hand was agile and quick and she took the rocky path effortlessly, it was a treat for the eyes. He knew she liked trail running and her smooth motions showed him that she did this often. When he finally caught up with her she flashed him a smile and slowed down. They came to a halt, both panting and laughing at the same time. "We better walk now. I'm too old for running away from a man as fit as you." Kat bent her upper body down and supported herself with her hands on her knees. Henry grinned. "You're way too fast for me. You ran like a bat out of hell."

They both burst out laughing again for no real reason and it felt so good to be childish and just a little silly. Henry was so comfortable, so much like himself, when he was with her it made him feel whole again. She was the antidepressant he really needed.

"What about some climbing instead of running?"

"Climbing? Jesus, Kat, are you trying to wear me out?"

"Well, it's not really climbing. The trail is just a little rockier and steeper than the regular one." Kat pointed at a path that was overgrown and led upwards to what seemed to be a cliff.

"What's up there? A make-out spot?" He asked, grinning cheekily.

"Dream on." Kat raised an eyebrow and her smile was sexy and amused at the same time. "Just an amazing view on the bay from the top of the cliff."

"It's closed off." Henry looked at the chain that blocked the trail with a frown.

"Yes...but we can take it anyway. That's not a problem."

"The sign says 'no trespassing', Kat."

She sighed. "I know but this is more for the tourists. There have been some minor accidents. Someone broke his leg or something. So they closed it off...insurance stuff and such...you know how it is. It's nothing, I've been there many times."

Henry still wasn't convinced. "It can still be dangerous and what if we get caught?"

"Sorry." She mumbled avoiding his gaze.

Kat laughed. "No risk, no fun. Come on now, Pop." She froze before she blushed furiously.

"Pop, huh?" Henry's lips turned up into a mocking grin. Pop had been her nickname for him at school. Whenever he'd tried to tell her what to do or to keep her from doing things he considered too dangerous or simply inappropriate she had teased him with this name to make clear that he sounded like her father. And so he became Pop just like she became Kitty.

"No worries, Kat. I like the sound of it. Actually I get called daddy a lot these days." Her eyes met his and he wiggled his eyebrows with a teasing smirk. Kat's confidence was back and she gave him a lopsided grin and a wink before she climbed over the chain. "Well, I guess I better behave then...daddy."

20 minutes later they were sitting side by side on top of the cliff, Kal lying at Henry's feet and Kat hadn't promised too much. The view was spectacular. "That's fantastic, Kat."

"Yeah. It never ceases to amaze me, every time I come here, again and again."

They sat there in comfortable silence for a while, staring at the ocean. Kat's legs touched his and the physical closeness awoke the butterflies inside of him. He turned to her, admiring her pretty face. "Thanks for taking me here." She looked at him with a smile. "I knew you'd love it. I've been here many times thinking of you, wishing you were with me, like you're with me now." Her voice got weaker with every word and she bit her lip, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

Henry's heart started to race when he realized what her words meant. She had never stopped thinking about him just like he had never been able to forget her. He took her hand and pressed a soft kiss on her knuckles. She let it happen, she even closed her eyes. "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else than by your side, Kitty." He knew it was a bold move to call her that after her reaction the other day but she didn't seem to mind. "That's good to know, Pop."

She opened her eyes again and they shared a shy smile. Henry didn't let go of her hand, he even started to stroke it with his thumb tenderly. Kat's gaze fell on his lips and they both leaned in slowly. Their lips were just about to meet in a tender kiss when they heard suppressed giggles from behind. They turned around and saw two girls who were standing behind a rock, watching them. They were nine maybe ten years old and really cute. "Hey, you nosy little rascals. Are you observing us?" Henry scolded them playfully, laughing out loud and Kat couldn't help but join in.

"What about your dog? Don't you go to work?" Nelly asked.

"We were observing your dog. It looks like a bear." The taller girl said with a confident smile. She had beautiful, thick, red hair and reminded Kat very much of Anne Shirley from 'Anne with an E'. "What's your name?" she asked. "I'm Nelly and this is my bestie Laura." The other girl giggled again and waved at them but she didn't say a word. "Would you want to pet my dog? His name is Kal." Henry gave them an encouraging smile and they nodded eagerly. "Come on, Kal. Meet Nelly and Laura." Kal got up and greeted the girls like the friendly dog he just was and they kneeled down to stroke his soft fur.

"I want a dog too, but my parents say no." Laura said and she pouted her lips. "I'm sure they have good reasons." Henry explained. "A dog requires a lot of time." "Yeah. That's what my parents say. They don't have time for a dog because they both have to work." She rolled her big brown eyes, never stopping to pet Kal who enjoyed the love he received.

"Your parents are very reasonable . You wouldn't want your dog to be sad, would you?" "No." She shook her head vehemently. "Of course not." "See, but dogs are sad when they have to be alone all day." She nodded and sighed. "Oh, okay."

"I'm lucky. I can take Kal with me when I work." Henry gave her a bright smile but she seemed sceptical. "Really? Must be a very strange job, when you can bring your dog."

"It is a strange job, you're right, Nelly, but I love it anyway." And for the first time in months, he felt it. He loved his job and he was a lucky man.

After the sweet encounter with Nelly and Laura the intimate moment was ruined and the sexual tension was gone but Kat and Henry were still in a good mood and they went back home chatting lightheartedly.

"You were great with the girls. Did you never think about having kids?"

Henry gave Kat a surprised look.

"Of course I did. I'd love to have a bunch of children but I guess I'd need a woman first."

"I don't think there's a lack of women in your life."

"No, of course not. There were many of them but never the one to start a family with."

Now it was Kat who was surprised. "You have never been in a serious relationship? Never made plans to settle down? I'm sorry if this a stupid question but I've always avoided reading about your private life in the media…"

"It's not stupid at all. What you can read about my private life is mostly bullshit anyway." Henry let out a snort. "But no, I've never been really serious with a woman. I was engaged once but that was a very stupid idea. I was young and foolish…"

"But why? I mean, you're perfect husband material."

"Yeah, for gold diggers and attention whores." He rolled his eyes. "I don't know, it's always the same. I meet a woman, I fall fast and hard and after a few weeks I wake up from this romantic vision I had of her and me and there's nothing left...I lose interest or she gets bored with me and that's it. It has always been like this. I'm just not able to find a woman that completes me." He shrugged. "What about you? Why are you still single?"

Kat took a deep breath. "Pretty much the same actually. There have been a few men, short relationships, but it never lasted. All of them tried to turn me into something I'm not. A trophy wife, a housewife, a mistress…but none of them could make me feel at home with them."

"They must have been idiots. Why would anybody try to change you. You're great the way you are." Henry said, shaking his head in disbelief. "What about Jim?"

Kat smiled. "Jim was indeed different. We had a great time but after four years we grew apart. I was so young, 23, I wanted to travel, to see the world, he was 30 and wanted to settle down and start a family. That's why we broke up and it was the right thing to do. We're still friends and he has a great family now."

"Seems we were right when we were moping teenagers and said we're never going to find true and everlasting love. Do you remember? Kitty and Pop..the lonely heart club?"

"Of course. All these sad poems we wrote and you were so great at reciting them." Kat laughed softly at the memory. "God, we were so pathetic with our self-pity."

"Yeah, we were. But eventually you fell for Aaron."

"Love is a big word for what Poppy and I had in those 6 months we were together." Henry looked at his hands, his fingers were fumbling with the ring on his pinky. Guilt washed over him whenever he talked about Poppy in Kat's presence. "I guess I didn't even know what love is when I was with her. Maybe I still don't."

Kat cocked her head looking at him. Yes, after you broke my heart, was what she was thinking. "I did. He was my byronic hero. He saved me..." was what she was saying. "And you loved Poppy."

"You must have loved your girlfriends."

Henry shrugged. "I have but...I don't know…"

"You loved them and at the same time you knew they weren't the one. Something was always missing…."

Kat spoke out what he was thinking but couldn't express.

He looked at her, nodding his head. "Exactly."

"Yeah. Same here. Aren't we the lucky ones?" Kat gave him a sarcastic grin. "We should resurrect the lonely hearts club."

The way she tried to shrug off the topic all of the sudden showed him that it had gotten under her skin. Deep. He smirked and gave her a wink. "Count me in."

Kat looked at him with a frown. "Really? I was actually joking."

"Why not. Could be fun to take a stroll down memory lane."

"You're right. Let's do it. First meeting on Saturday night? At the woodhouse?"

"Sounds like a plan. I better start searching the internet for some sad, dramatic poems."

"And I'm going to compile a playlist."

"Deal." Henry offered Kat his hand for a handshake and she took it grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Deal."

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tbc

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[2021.08.22] Kitamura Kento (Hibari) 17LIVE livestream

(I live translated his stream, so there may be details I'm missing/misheard.)

Starting remarks:

He wants to play Hibari more

He usually has great memories of the plays he's worked on, but not quite for this one; It doesn't feel like it ended yet.

He feels like they can do the play again, do the future arc again

His little bro is a big fan of Amano's works, especially KHR, so he's very familiar with this series

His brother is babysitting in the US, so he sends him clips of the play lol

It's only been half a year since he started Twitter and he appreciates all the support (likes, RTs, replies)

His faves are Dino and Primo in the manga. He loves their visuals. He thinks they look cool.

He actually wants to play as Primo lmao

Was excited when he heard James was playing Dino; he's worked with him in at least 3 plays (?, Hakuouki SSL, Hataraki Saibou); Met the first time in a while thanks to this stage

Q&A Section:

Q: Why do you have so many Hibird photos in your makeup area?

A: They're from Yamamoto Ryosuke! Ryosuke receives a Hibird photo from the production team every performance, so he gives them all to Kento since he's Hibari after all. He has around 8 of them. Sometimes Ryosuke forgets to give it to him and he feels unnecessarily disappointed lmao

Q: Thoughts on receiving Hibari's role A: First he wondered a lot about how he'd portray Hibari's fighting style, and tried to portray his cloud-like, untouchable feeling. Kento was set on fighting with "pauses" and "urgency" for Hibari. Hibari's the fastest in thinking and acting, like that time when everyone was panicking about Byakuran's attack, while Hibari immediately left to check on Namimori since that's where the attack landed.

Hibari can also be misleading. When the Real 6 Funeral wreaths landed at Namimori, he was first to speak. However, just when you think he was going to propose a plan, he just states that one of them landed in Namimori, which makes you wonder just how much he loves the place haha.

That unexpectedness makes him interesting to the viewers. He tends to speak, pause in the middle, and then change his tone/aura when he continues his sentence.

Q: Thoughts on Hibari before and after playing him A: He talked about this in his blog post. After playing him, he thinks of other people more than you'd expect. He acts to protect Namimori, and as a result, saves people.

Q: Have you planned the curtain call interactions with Ryohei and Lambo beforehand? A: Nope. That was all thanks to Kimeru adlibbing, and Kento has no idea when Ryohei will jump in lol.

On a tangent, but he very much admires Kimeru for perfectly playing his role. He has already perfected the role even when they just started rehearsing. He has the formula for Lambo down pat. This makes it easy for someone to copy and stand in for him during rehearsals.

Q: Can you share more info on the action parts? A: Every week he gets the stunts instructor to teach him something new, then he practices it on his own for the rest of the week.

Apparently, he practiced while facing a tree at the park, haha. A lot of people commented, saying they want to be the tree. He was like, "No way lol". There were so many people wanting to become trees that he said they were going to turn into a forest lol.

He then talks in detail about how to do a roundhouse kick properly lmao. The left leg/standing leg is important apparently lmao. He repeats this sentence a couple of times and demonstrates it with his fingers.

Sometimes he got tired after doing it so many times. However, when he started doing 1 hour stretches everyday, it became a lot easier.

Does aftercare? (Is that the right term to use here? haha) after practice because it's a lot of strain on his left leg and arm.

Q: What are your similarities with Hibari? A: He likes to do things on his own. Hyperfocused on what he likes. Is stubborn.

He likes to have a lot of preparation before taking something on...

He'll leave when he feels like leaving, lol

Q: Thoughts on Tsuna and Hibari's relationship, and your relationship with Takenaka Ryohei A: Tsuna is an important person in Present and Future Hibari's life.

Takenaka Ryohei is amazing. He has a different reaction to Present Hibari and TYL Hibari and he can really see and feel it... Ryohei's act really contributes to Kento's own acting. It's because Ryohei reacted that way that Hibari seems even more fearsome.

Ryohei can portray Tsuna's fear of TYL!Hibari, but then also show a different reaction when he stops Present!Hibari during Choice.

Usually, it should be the protagonist who would do something proactively while everyone else reacts. As the protagonist, but it's hard to give large reactions. However, in KHR, it's often Tsuna who reacts. It's because Tsuna reacts in a certain way that you can figure out what type of person the other character is. Ryohei is amazing for being able to do that role.

Q: Was it you playing as Alaude's silhouette? A: Yes. Yamamoto also played as Ugetsu.

Random tidbit: At the part where Deisy gets caught with the huge handcuffs, they didn't have those huge handcuffs until they were at the venue lol. So they've been practicing without it until then.

That's why his actions during that scene slowly started to change, since he began to have ideas on what else he could do at that scene.

Q: Thoughts on the Hibari switch scene A: He asked viewers when they realized it wasn't Kento as Hibari onstage? On their first watch? During the stream?

Daiki tried really hard to copy Kento's Hibari, like his walk so people wouldn't catch on. Was really happy when it was decided Daiki was the one who'll be his body double. He actually thought it would be an ensemble doing it, until 2 weeks (?) into rehearsals

Q: Happenings onstage? A: He doesn't really want to talk about it... However, after he turned 25, he's become more open to his mistakes so he can talk about this now haha.

When wearing suits, he wants to look suave and used to wearing them. Having the box in his pants pocket ruins the silhouette of the suit, and so would placing it in his chest pocket, even though the latter seems cool. He talked with the costume designers to add some sort of leather pouch (?) at his waist.

However, after putting the box in and out of the pouch so many times, the leather pouch worse out and became looser. In one performance, the box dropped to the floor sometime without his notice. ("Roll rolled." LOL)

During his fight with Genkishi, he stuck his hand in the pouch while talking and realized it wasn't there. He was like, Oh Shit, lmao. Then clumsily tried to hide the fact that he has no box by taking out his hand and only showing the back of it to the audience, lmao.

He watched a clip of that performance afterwards and learned that the box fell while he did a roundhouse kick.

Also, during the fight with Deisy, he can't see anything. The lights were so bright. When he twirls the handcuffs, it has to face a certain side so that the cuff would close, but sometimes it ends up facing the wrong side, so he has to twirl it back. However, it's hard to figure out if it's facing the right side or not because of the light, so he accidentally dropped the handcuffs once.

(There were actually a few fan reports saying that Kento seemed to drop his props often lol)

Q: Thoughts on Hibari unbuttoning his suit before fighting A: When raising your arm while wearing suits, the middle part scrunches open and he doesn't like that. He wants Hibari to look flawless, so he tried to make it part of the act to unbutton the suit.

He doesn't do this for the part where he trains Tsuna, since he doesn't want to make it like Hibari's doing it for appearances. He tries to make it seem like it's an act Hibari does when he expects a good fight.

Q: Any special training? A: He has a lower center of gravity because he played ice hockey seriously for 9 years. He's jealous of actors who took karate and dance since they are useful skills as an actor. He believes that playing ice hockey and balancing on ice skates really contributed to doing action scenes.

Q: Do you do any weight/muscle training? A: He used to go to the gym, but stopped because of covid. He apparently started classic ballet recently. He likes gaining strength without getting too bulked up. Before he hated wearing tight clothes, but now he has embraced it lmao

Q: Any KHR weapons he would like to try? A: He likes Japanese swords, so he likes Yamamoto's sword style.

When Chrome was handed the Devil Lens, he wondered how one would fight with it? How do you make it look like you use it often? Do you twirl it like a pen?

He's seen James' whip skills live during Secret Bullet and was very impressed that James was able to use them to the fullest. It's a weapon you can more easily hurt yourself with after all.

During rehearsals, there wasn't a center door to come out from, so he had to wait at the sides while Dino and Deisy were fighting. Hibari often comes out from the center door, so he calls Hibari a "Center Door Guy", lol.

Q: Judging from how fast you changed into the yukata during curtain call, are you the type of person who changes clothes fast? A: He has to change from suit to yukata in 1 minute and 30 seconds and be careful not to make Hibari look sloppy, so he was really worried about it... That's why you'd see him touching his collar from time to time.

Final Words

He asks fans to answer the Reborn! The Stage questionnaire and request for a rerun of the Future arc stage plays. They were able to change the future in Future arc, so he believes we can change the future in real life as well. A rerun isn't impossible in his opinion.

He'd love to livestream again sometime with others, like Daiki-kun (Glo Xinia/Dino), and Daiki-kun, and Daiki-kun.😂

#katekyo hitman reborn #khr #reborn the stage #episode of future #kitamura kento #translation #livestream #kento is part of the primo gang lol congrats #also the staff was the one who took his photos for him apparently #but the idea on the poses and stuff was all him #lol in hindsight i shouldve done a couple of screenshots but i was too busy typing #i actually have some summaries for kohei and daikis streams that i never posted here oops #tho my notes on koheis were messy since i hadnt planned on writing an actual summary

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