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mera-k1 · 6 months

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Hypnosis Mic - ass, tits, thighs (or other)?

hypnosis mic x gn!reader

-some are more nsfw than others but still, minors dni

Ichiro can’t admit that he really likes your chest. there’s just something about it that draws his eyes towards it and he can’t help himself. he’d stare at it for hours if you’d let him, hell he’d even like to put his face on it.

Samatoki doesn’t give a shit about who sees his hand on your ass whenever he’s got you nearby. he loves to grab your ass when he’s fucking you whether you’re in missionary or riding him.

Jyuto is a simple man, preferring your thighs when asked. he loves that he can spread them easily and watch your face go red as his gloved hand wander slowly inwards.

Rio is an ass guy and that’s that. he simply just answers ass whenever you ask him about it and you’re truly not sure why since he doesn’t touch it a lot. He can’t help but look whenever you attempt to show it off for him though.

Ramuda can’t help but play with your chest whenever he’s able to. he’ll pinch and squeeze all the while you’re trying to hold yourself together to his teasing. which he won’t stop till you either put him in his place below you or let him stay in control till he’s satisfied.

Dice can’t control himself when he sees your chest and collarbone. he desperately wants to just kiss and bite you till there’s little marks all over your chest.

he loves your hands, especially when they’re trailing down his chest. Gentaro can’t get enough of how your hands feel on his skin and although he can be quite teasing himself, he would much prefer having you tease him with your hands.

Jakurai.. he is a polite man and doesn’t stare. he is fond of your thighs though and can’t help but clear his throat when you come out with some thigh highs that he wasn’t expecting to see you in. he get’s caught off guard each time too.

to put it simply, Hifumi likes your chest. he’s not teasing or anything about it though. he simply loves to just give them a playful squeeze and a few kisses before he does anything else.

Doppo is so embarrassed about the fact that he loves your thighs. he loves to lay on them, yes, but he also loves to be in between them. he is a giver in bed and would love to pleasure you while being between your thighs.

with Sasara, you can’t tell where he’s looking but, he’s looking right at your ass most times. he never does anything but he’s definitely checking it out and when you catch him, he just smiles at you and tells you that he doesn’t know what you’re talking about.

he’s a respectful man but, Rosho can’t help looking at your chest sometimes. he knows he shouldn’t be staring so much especially when you’re not doing much but he truly just wants to squish them with his hands.. maybe to see what reaction he’d get.

he’s got a thing for your ass and you know it very well. Rei won’t leave your ass alone for a second and he’s always gotta have a hand on it. whether you both are out in public or fucking. he’s always squeezing it with absolutely no shame.

Kuko always has a smug grin whenever he walks up behind you, planting a hand on your ass. he’s always has to grab your ass whenever he has you in his arms, it’s just habit at this point and he loves the surprised face you give him when he does it.

Jyushi loves your thighs. he can’t stop looking whenever you put thigh highs or fishnets on. there’s just something about them that makes him uncontrollably flustered just thinking about it!

he says he doesn’t care but, Hitoya loves your hips. just holding them to keep you in place as he fucks into you. he honestly would never tell you how attractive he finds just holding you by your hips.

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tenns-secret-night · 1 month

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Sweet Dreams, Sweet Night.

Ramuda x M!Reader x Gentaro

A/N: Inspired by this art because I’m going FERAL. I may rewrite this later with Dice if I ever figure out how to write him bc I also love him.

Genre: Fluff, Mentions of spice but nothing happens, Mild Hurt/Comfort if you squint, Ramuda Lore spoilers if you squint

Characters: Gentaro Yumeno, Ramuda Amemura

Warnings: They sleep in the nude, mentions of explicit topics. All fluff but still.

It wasn’t hard to feel out of place with your lovers sometimes.

They had been together before you, and despite their reassurances that they both wanted you as much as they wanted each other, it still felt like they were walking on eggshells around you.

You decided to give them some space for each other, it would be best right? They clearly loved each other more than they loved you…

Ramuda was the first to notice your distance. You didn’t hug him and Gentaro as long when you visited their apartment that day, you weren’t as talkative, your smile was shallow.

And he would know the best how to spot that.

Gentaro also picked up on your distance, deciding not to pursue the topic, he didn’t want to upset you, but each time you have a light sigh when you thought they couldn’t hear, broke his heart.

You were to the left of Ramuda, watching TV. Gentaro was to his right, his arm wrapped around the fashion designer’s shoulder. You felt miles away.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

Maybe you didn’t belong.

You gave another reflexive sigh and began to stand from the couch, before Ramuda hugged your arm tightly.

“Where are you going?” He looked at you softly, a pout on his face, “We aren’t boring you are we?”

You freeze, “No, I just…”

Ramuda looks at you, his eyes piercing through whatever excuse you were making.

“Just that- you guys obviously want to be with each other more than me… I was gonna give you your alone time.” You feel your face grow hot

“Are you serious?” Ramuda’s voice falters from its normal tone to his more natural, darker tone. You feel your mouth go dry, “If we didn’t love you, why would we keep doing this with you?”

You were quiet.

“We don’t feel comfortable around you? Is that it?” Gentaro finally speaks, at some point he had moved to the other side of you, gently taking your hand.

You nod.

“It would be untrue to say we haven’t been holding back around you…” Gentaro continues, “I sincerely apologize for making you feel alienated.”

“We just didn’t want to scare you,” Ramuda holds your arm firmer, coaxing you to sit back down. He turns to Gentaro, “We just love him too much to scare him away, right Gen?”

Gentaro nods, you sit back down and immediately both of them pull you into their arms.

“I won’t be scared,” you say, softly, “I want to see every part of you.”

Gentaro smirks, “My, my, you’re being quite bold dear, we haven’t even all been together for that long and already you’re leading me down a path of temptation.”

Your face goes hot

“That was but a lie” He smiles again, pressing a small kiss to your forehead.

Ramuda rests his head on your chest, looking up at you.

“You should stay the night!” He beams, his usual cheery demeanor back

Which is how you got to where you are now. They had led you into their shared room.

“We usually sleep in the nude, is that alright for you, Lovely?” Gentaro has a mischievous glint in his eye.

You suddenly feel shy but nod, “Um, okay!”

Ramuda bursts into laughter.

“Another lie,” Gentaro hides a chuckle.

You dart your eyes away from them, feeling embarrassed for agreeing so quickly.

“You know,” Ramuda approaches you, placing his hands on your shoulders, “it would be a way to grow closer~”

“I’m not,” you stammer out, “I’m not ready to do anything like that.”

They both chuckle to themselves.

“Dearest,” Gentaro begins, “Of course we don’t want to push you, it’s only sleeping, we won’t do anything you don’t want to.”

Ramuda nods to affirm this.

“We don’t have to get undressed if you don’t want to. Either way, nothing will happen that you don’t want to.” Ramuda presses a sweet kiss to your cheek.

“I’ll get undressed. Just to sleep though.” You mumble. Certain of yourself.

You still feel a bit shy, but you trust the both of them.

“I’ll do it.” You affirm again, with more confidence.

Gentaro is the next to approach you, taking your hand again.

“If you are not comfortable, don’t feel forced to do anything.” He smiles

“I want to.” You affirm again

Ramuda giggles and immediately starts to undress himself, throwing himself onto the bed.

Gentaro is next, taking his time with his own clothes before helping you with yours.

“If you ever feel uncomfortable please let us know.” He smiles softly, leading you to the bed.

You go to lay on the side of Ramuda, before he moves, placing you in the middle.

“You. You get all the love from us tonight,” he hugs you, placing his head on your chest, “No escaping to the corner for you mister!”

Both of your lovers gently wrap their arms around you, and you feel your eyelids grow heavy.

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A/N: this was really bad and self indulgent but that art had me FEELING things

#gentaro yumeno #gentaro yumeno x reader #hypmic #hypmic x reader #hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic x reader #yumeno gentaro #yumeno gentaro x reader #ramuda amemura #hypmic ramuda #Ramuda x reader #ramuda amemura x reader

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lake-archive · 5 months

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Track 3

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Series: Secret Archive

Characters: Ann Wolff (OC), Saburo Yamada, Gentaro Yumeno

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Sneaking, sneaking and even more sneaking… That was what Ann had been doing the past few minutes. They were interested, very in fact. And yet it would not be that easy nor simple, they were more than aware of that fact. They had to keep quiet and make sure that even their steps would not make as much as a mere peep. And yet, they may have been very close to being discovered, noticing the one they were following stop and turn a little bit. It made them jump behind whatever there was, in hope they would be unnoticed. And maybe by some streak of luck they were able to keep this up. So step after step, just following the ones in question, almost unbothered.

The one they kept a close eye on of course was Yumeno himself, especially when being the only one in sight. They did not have much of a choice here. There was not much of a progress however, only spotting him wandering around and being at the occasional stand still… Right, it should not be unexpected necessarily. And yet, each time they were just startled and kept at the downlow, hiding each time. Guh… They were feeling pretty stupid here. But they had to… They just had to. Or so they loved to tell themself, to say the least.

Things would take a turn when seeing an unfamiliar face being approached by Yumeno… Or rather, somewhat unfamiliar. Ann had heard of the boy in passing and from the first division battle… After all, it had been a rather big deal across Japan. He was part of… Erm… What was it again? Hold on they had it… His name was… Was… Yamada Sabusomething… Something across those lines. All they recalled was that very young teenager being part of Buster Bors, having represented the Ikebukuro division in that grand final. Everyone saw it and even they did. Shortly before— Ah, nevermind.

Point is they kind of knew who this was and the two being acquaintanced with another may as well not have been anything out of the ordinary. Even if Fling Posse and Buster Bros did not make it to the finals they probably had at least seen each other backstage or something. It was nothing too far fetched to assume.

They seemed to have conversed for a moment, the younger boy eventually seeming to agree to something, though hesitant all the same. A team up? That’s what this looked like at the very least from afar. Could it be— No way, two people having business when it comes to this ‘Secret Archive’, that can’t be right. That’s like some old story clicheé, like minded people encountering another to form a team for a short period of time. Not on purpose mind you but simply by chance. Yeah, a coincidence. Nothing more, nothing less. Something like this would not fly actually and yet—

“Dare I even say that six eyes see more than four?” The voice of Yumeno would get them out of their thoughts, them startled as they leaned themself tighter against the wall. What is he heading at now!? Did he— No way, right? No chance! None at all! Right!? Oh they wished for it at this moment…

“Hm? What do you mean?” The middle schooler had asked, confused and understandably so.

“Oh, I am in no position to explain. But perhaps our guest might want to explain themelf?”

As this sentence fell the author turned around ever so slightly, his gaze suddenly right into the direction they were standing. It made them grow stiff all of a sudden, feeling more than called out.

Hold on, maybe it was a guess! Yeah, just a guess! Nothing else! No way he knew! He would have probably given a sign that he had noticed them earlier! There was no way! No way at all that they had been busted all of a–

“Now, why so shy? Won’t thou introduce theeself to us?” Before knowing it his voice was right in one of their ears, making them shiver on the spot, somewhat shudder even as it was echoing for a few seconds. They dared not to look and yet they were left with no choice but to look. So they did, slowly but surely, then spotting the author right next to themself all of a sudden which made them flinch on the spot, unable to say a word. And yet, all they saw was him smiling right at them, as if nothing was going on. Talk about busted…

At that point the decision had already been made and they were forced to come out of their hiding spot, right into view. It was certainly surprising for the middle scholar, not having expected this at all. Someone was really there and had been forced to come forward, Yumeno had not been messing around nor told a lie.

The process was quick and the question short, the teenager having asked rather sharply. “Who are you!? What are you doing here!?”

Which forced Ann to not just introduce themself but also explain themself, reveal that they had overheard something when having been about to pass by and head for one of their classes, about this ‘Secret Archive’. This was their first time hearing about it and they had gotten curious, or so they had excused it as. They did not need to tell them the details.

“Huh? You too? You gotta be kidding me…” The youngest of the trio sighed, shaking his head in disbelief.

“It looks like we art not alone in our endeavors.” Yumeno commented, though he seemed to have been more amused than disappointed or suspicious. “Why not lend us a hand young Miss?”

“W… Well, I— Hold on, ‘young Miss’?” They interrupted, taking a sharp turn with their head. “Don’t call me that. I ain’t a woman.”

“Huh? Thou art not?”

“Not a woma—” The teen repeated first confused before it had hit him all of a sudden, his eyes going wide. “Oh… Oooh! Got’cha!”

“Someone is accepting this very easily.”

“Well duh! Pretty common online!”

“Well… Kinda.” Ann couldn’t help but say. “Just don’t call me by anythin’ female and we’re fine.”

“Sure, why not.”

“If that is what thee requests I have no objections.” Huh? Even the author agreed. Then again… He ain’t some old geezer. “But thou has not introduced themself yet.”

“Ah– R… Right. Just call me Ann. I’m a student here.”

“A student? That might be helpful, we have an expert on this campus.”

For a moment the young boy’s eyes flinched, even if it had been only a short moment, before he regained his composure. It was as if he had been personally attacked at this moment after all. “R… Right… An expert… Anyway, I’m Yamada Saburo.”

Saburo! Yeah, that was his name! Now they remember! “Ah– Yeah but no need, I already know—”

“Consider it a formality Ann–San.” Yumeno would interrupt them, before they could even finish. “With that said, my name is Yumeno Gentaro. Pleased to meet you.”

“There’s literally—” But what’s done is done, so they shrugged it off just as quickly. “Nevermind, fair enough. We’ve got something to search for I suppose.”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

“In a rush as well?” Yumeno threw in, making Ann only nod eagerly.

“Yeah ‘course. Can’t afford to miss the reading later!”

“The reading?”

“An important reading I’ve signed up for as early as possible to get a spot in! Yeesh, it’s of course a big deal among literary students if the Yumeno–Sensei comes to hold a reading!”

“Oh, you mean that reading. A fan?”

“N… Not exactly. Actually—”

“Alright let’s go! You can talk about this later!” Saboru interrupted rather quickly, even getting right between the two at the last second. “We don’t have all day, everyone! Let’s just get going because who knows when we find it!”

“Of course, apologies.”

“Right, sorry!”

“Urgh… And make sure to get a room later…”

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#Nimue's Lake #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypnosis mic oc #hypmic oc #gentaro yumeno #yumeno gentaro #hypmic gentaro #saburo yamada #yamada saburo #hypmic saburo

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toshima-division · 2 years

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Lillian's Thoughts on Second Members

Jiro Yamada

"Jiro Yamada, also known as 'MC M.B (Middle Bro)'. Subject is the younger brother of Ikebukuro Division leader, Ichiro Yamada. Subject greatly admires and looks up to Ichiro, and takes any insult against him, be it joking or not, very seriously. Subject is an impressive athlete, making him very popular with the students in his place of education, and many of Ikebukuro's residents.

"Despite his impressive athletic ability, subject is well-known for his boisterous attitude, which often gets him into troubling situations. Subject is also not known his mental prowess despite being in higher learning. Despite that, he is still very popular with the majority of people outside of Ikebukuro. Time will tell if he will be a problem or not for Chuohku Subject is not a threat, but caution should be used regarding his bond with Subject Ichiro."

Jyuto Iruma

"Jyuto Iruma, also known as '45 Rabbit'. Subject is a member of the Yokohama Police force, and the active police-sergeant. Subject is well-known for his goal of not only removing all illegal drugs from Japan, but also eliminating the source of the drugs, as well as stopping the sale of it. To that end, he hopes to ascend the police ladder in order to gather more power and influence to make his dream a reality.

"However, subject has on more than one occasion crossed the line between right and wrong. He is disliked by the majority of the people in various divisions for being 'dirty'. It is well-known that he works with a variety of underhanded individuals and has taken bribes or passed them along in order to keep himself and others out of harm's way. This behavior, as stated, has earned him the hatred of almost every person in the D.R.B., especially Kisouna Yuzairu of Ueno Division, who has made it her personal goal to see him and his associates put in prison.

"Due to his work, he often reports directly to Kadenokoji-san directly. Personal opinion states that the Deputy Prime Minister could easily find someone who is less hated and less likely to float the rules. With Kadenokoji-san watching over him, subject is not a viable threat."

Gentaro Yumeno

"Gentaro Yumeno, also known as 'Phantom'. Subject is a well-known and popular writer in the city of Shibuya, who are counted among his best fans of his novels. Personal opinion states that his novels are quite good, and his talent for writing novels simply by observing his surroundings is very extraordinary and impressive.

"Subject is often stated to be 'outdated', due to his attire and his manner of speaking. Subject also appears to have an affinity for deception and lying, telling stories that appear to be truth, only to follow up with his familiar catchphrase, 'That was just a lie.' Personal opinion states that subject may use this as a safety mechanism to divert attention away from himself when he has something that he wishes to keep secret. While subject is not considered a threat, this can quickly change depending on how perceptive he is."

Hifumi Izanami

"Hifumi Izanami, also known as 'GIGOLO'. Subject is a popular and well-liked host at the 'Fragrance' host club in the city of Shinjuku. Subject is a charismatic and popular gentlemen, attracting women and females due to his persona. Personal opinion states that subject reminds me of..."

As she begins typing those words, Lillian suddenly stops as if remembering something from her past. The fogginess in her eyes slowly starts to vanish.

"...He reminds me of..."

Suddenly, a pain hits Lillian's head, just like before, making her grasp her head once more. A ringing sound vibrates in her ears as clenches her teeth in pain. A minute passes before the pain subsides and Lillian returns to normal, the fogginess in her eyes returning. She dismisses the previous line in her report, and resumes typing.

"Despite subject's attitude, this persona only seems to manifest when he is equipped with his trademark grey suit jacket. When it is equipped, subject becomes his flirtatious and appealing self. When his jacket is off, however, subject's true persona reveals itself, as subject becomes deadly afraid of women, and quickly shies away from them for fear of them hurting him. Intel states that subject was horribly bullied by women when he was younger, thus making him scared of them. Though not entirely concrete, research shows that Honobono-san, Vice Chief of the Chuohku's Criminal Bureau, may have had something to do with this.

"To fight this fear, subject has conditioned his mind to approach women when using his suit jacket, which explains his reasoning for becoming a host. Personal opinion states it will be very interesting to see if subject can outlast this fear with Chuohku in charge. As such, subject is not deemed a threat."

Rosho Tsutsujimori

"Rosho Tsutsujimori, also known as 'WISDOM'. Subject is a popular and well-liked mathematics teacher in one of Osaka's prominent private schools. Subject constantly encourages students to try their best and teaches in an easy way for students to understand, which explains his popularity.

"Despite his skill at teaching, subject appears to have a fear of speaking in front of large audiences. This fear was created after an, as-of-now, unknown traumatic event that transpired while he was in a comedy duo with his longtime friend, Sasara Nurude, Leader of Osaka Division and the Dotsuitare Hompo. As such, subject becomes extremely frightened when speaking in front of more than three individuals at a time. Personal opinion states that he should consider a new line of work, such as tutoring. Subject is not deemed a threat by Chuohku."

Jyushi Aimono

"Jyushi Aimono, also known as '14th Moon'. Subject is a popular Visual kei musician, and the vocalist for the Visual kei band, ArgoξOrchestra. Subject appears to be very narcissistic, taking extra care to look as attractive as he can, whilst speaking in a grandiose and overbearing voice, making him sound much older than he truly is.

"However, despite his personality, this is only when he is on stage or when meeting new individuals. In reality, subject is actually soft-spoken and very shy. Personal opinion states that, despite their disliking for each other, subject has very similar personality traits to Subject Hifumi of Shinjuku. Due to being harshly bullied whilst in high school, subject shies away from interaction and has a very hard time controlling his emotions, much like Subject Yano Ietsuna of Toyama Division. As such, subject relies on the comfort of the few friends he has, and 'Amanda', a stuffed pig doll, which is a source of security for him. Subject is not deemed a threat by Chuohku."

#hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic oc #hypnosis microphone #inner circle #toshima division #lillian rees #jiro yamada #jyuto iruma #gentaro yumeno #hifumi izanami #rosho tsutsujimori #jyushi aimono

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tokuteasings · 1 year

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Hey, since its your birthday, I got a present for you. Happy Birthday! and

for the angst queen

How do you think Banjou reacted upon learning that Eiji died? Banjou really looked up to Emu, Eiji, and Gentaro. How did Banjou Ryuga react to Eiji's death?

Also was there a reaction for Emu for Eiji's death?

I did post what Emu thought about EIji's death here~!

But thank you for the bday wishes! As for Ryuga fufufu

He actually lets out this sad and hoarse chuckle, this light not reaching his eyes, "Y-You're joking right?" he's not laughing for the sake of brushing it off, but laughing because this simply cannot be true.

Eiji was always larger than life and he's this shining sun that everyone idolized from kouhai to senpai. For him to die means a light in the world has been snuffed out and they lost someone who made it a better place. So when someone confirms it (Gentaro, Emu, or even Ankh and Sento) Ryuga just...shuts down for a second.

You see him a moment later, slamming into various punching bags with these angry little tears streaming down his eyes before he just stops and curls up into this fetal position on the floor and murmurs out, "IT's not fair that you had to go."

He runs to the grave as fast as he could and the first thing he states through these tears are, "Why did you have to go," and the words die in his mouth soon after. He's one of the more frequent visitors to Eiji's grave, not bringing flowers often (if he does they're small and plastic so they can last forever and never wilt, like how Eiji's will and memory will live on in all of their memories) and tells him about his day after this beat of awkward silence.

"So like..." Ryuga would murmur, "I'm going to keep on fighting, for the greater good, just like you have taught me." And he hopes that Eiji is proud of him.

Takeru had to tell Ryuga that Eiji's ghost told him to tell Ryuga that he was indeed proud of him and you see Ryuga trying not to cry right on the spot-

#peeps' ponderings #the fucking best bday gift i could ever ask for #tale's bday wishes #banjou ryuga #to all the anons out there who come into my inbox often i wanna say thank you for always giving me ideas to write and simply being there #<3<3 hearts from tale #why...is this so long

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representshinjuku · 2 years

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Round-up (一斉検挙)

[Jyuto]

Sorry for barging in while you’re having so much fun, but as you small fry can see

You're in Chuuouku’s heart, playing at lawlessness

I can’t overlook this, can’t allow it at all

You’ve heard all this and still won’t stop?

Then let me show you to your cell!

...Is what I’d like to say, but unfortunately, I’m out of my jurisdiction

I won’t say I can’t cut you a deal,

But this world’s give and take

If you can give me some good intel, negotiations will go smoothly

Our discontent towards Chuuouku’s limitless

So let’s have a good time just us guys

[Gentaro]

To think he’d try

Blackmailing the yakuza--

He’s much more hardcore than he appears

Yokohama Division Iruma Jyuto

Discounting even their escape route

It’s as if those wiles of his

Are enough to paint the town under his influence

Surely everything will go just as planned

Just like the rumors, he’s quite interesting

[Jyuto]

It’s too late for regrets, you’ve nowhere left to run

You and all your friends will wind up on your deathbeds, never to be found

I’ll round-up you small fry--you’re too broke to bribe me

Without hesitation I’ll tame this lawlessness, the right to keep silent doesn’t apply

Now brace yourselves, it’s time you regret your weakness

I have complete freedom in my calls--turning ‘safes’ to ‘outs’

I’m rounding you up, detaining you all night long

You’d have to be mad to try and resist; open your eyes and see

You’re already trapped

(Hooray!)

No one’s coming to save you

You won’t win this battle

(Hooray!)

You have no place to run,

No salvation to be found

(Hooray!)

No one’s coming to save you

You won’t win this battle

(Hooray!)

You have no place to run

No salvation to be found

[Rio]

Everyone in formation, I’ll knock you all out

If you’re going to resist I’ll eliminate you all

No hesitation, light the fuse

Salvation is only your delusion

Your chances of running from me are zero, don’t try and joke

In the blink of an eye a wall rises before you leaving no chance

[Jyuto] As always [Rio] we’ll beat you [Jyuto & Rio] what’cha gonna do?

[Jyuto] At the fools [Rio] we laugh [Jyuto & Rio] nothing held back

[Jyuto] We’ve been in different classes [Rio] from the start

[Jyuto] Our determination is held [Rio] in our words

[Jyuto] No one else has [Rio] our balance

[Jyuto & Rio] Pulling the trigger Yokohama

#rule the stage #track 4 #roundup #iruma jyuto #busujima mason rio #yumeno gentaro #hypstagetl #koutranslates

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slugtranslation-hypmic · 2 years

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Hey slug, i was of the mind that nothing about ramudas cute self is real and it’s all just a cover for chuoku, but when the Catch Us If You Can drama track came out, I second guessed that a bit because ramuda is still shown to be using his cute voice around gentaro and claims it’s for positivity. Do you think that there’s some truth to the mask he wears? Or is he just using his cute self to cope with the horrible situation he’s in? does he think playing his role as the cute one provides comfort?

Hmm... at the risk of putting in too much headcanoning I think this is partially out of habit and partially, as you say, out of comfort.

In terms of who Ramuda truly is, I think his mask/exterior personality is partially reflective of who he is and also partially not. It's hard for us readers to draw the line (and it's probably hard for Ramuda as well) because he's worn this disguise for so long, so it's ingrained in him. Ramuda's inner personality has very different ways of expressing dissatisfaction (anger, crying, smoking) than his exterior personality (exaggerated moping) because both interior Ramuda, aka Ramuda by himself, and exterior Ramuda, aka Ramuda around other people, both deal with quite a lot of crap worth being upset over. But even when Ramuda's being true to himself, like when Fling Posse defends him in the end of Marionette, he expresses happiness in the same way that his exterior self does (laughter, physical affection, claims of "We're a posse!"). While Ramuda has a lot of experience being grumpy on his own, he has virtually none of being happy. So, in unfamiliar situations like this one, it's probably easiest to default to how the exterior personality would act. In time, Ramuda may develop his own methods of self-expression without the influence of the exterior personality, but he may also continue to adopt them in the future. Some aspects of his personality are almost certainly just for show (like playing dumb) and will probably be dropped or modified in time, but Ramuda seems to have grown into others. For example, he definitely enjoys hanging out with his friends, even though this was probably, at first, an excuse to keep a closer eye on the people he was spying on for Chuuouku.

In terms of comfort and coping, I don't know if this fake role necessarily provides him comfort, but there's a definite argument to be made that using his real voice around other people is distinctly uncomfortable. The first time Ramuda's disguise slips is in TDD 9, where Ramuda yells at Jakurai for calling him artificial. This distresses Ramuda to the point where he begins insulting and punching himself (granted, this is done exaggeratedly playfully, but judging by his facial expressions, it's not a completely fake reaction) before Jakurai stops him. Ramuda doesn't use his real voice again until Jakurai confronts him about putting Yotsutsuji in a coma, which in the end is even more distressing to Ramuda. I've been thinking a lot recently about how badly Ramuda internalizes this and refuses to process it, as he doesn't ever comment on this directly in main canon. But he does take much, much longer to warm up to Fling Posse than he did to befriend Jakurai. Compare how physical Ramuda gets with Jakurai starting right after they met (TDD chapter 7 is a good example of this, taking place almost immediately after Jakurai returned to Japan from overseas) and how long it takes for Ramuda to start hugging Fling Posse (FP/M 14, after the first DRB). Also up for consideration is a line from FP/M+ 10 (Marionette) where Ramuda admits "I always feel like I'm going to be abandoned at any moment." Having Ramuda's first friendship blow up in his face shortly after this friend found out who Ramuda really was, deep down, makes Ramuda more frightened than ever of revealing his true self. Noting also how he is ridiculed and disregarded for his emotions, it becomes more compelling than ever for Ramuda to hide himself when others are around. Because of that, even though Ramuda trusts Gentarou and Dice more than anyone else in the series, I wouldn't be surprised at all if Ramuda still had reservations with using his true voice around them all of the time. He has a lot of damage he needs to recover from, and that takes time.

#not a translation #asks #analysis asks

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hypmic-writings · 3 years

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Hey anon here, I love your work a lot !! ❤️ May I request head canons for Ramuda, Gentaro, and Yotsutsuji as an older brother? (/p ofc!) ★

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Pairing: Ramuda Amemura x sibling!reader; Gentaro Yumeno x sibling!reader; Yotsutsuji Kannabi x sibling!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

A/N: I absolutely love platonic relationship headcanons, so this one was so much fun for me to do! I love how all the characters would be totally different if they were your older brothers! Also thank you for including my sweet angel Yotsutsuji, that made me so happy!! Hope you enjoy~

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Ramuda Amemura

Ramuda is the older brother that you always have to be suspicious of

I feel like he would be the type to constantly be annoying you, asking you where you are and what you’re doing

definitely walks into your room just to ask what’s up and then leaves without closing the door

your parents think he’s an angel and always tell you to follow in his footsteps because he always acts sweet and innocent around him

but you know exactly what he’s like and about his ‘dark side’ so you always get annoyed when they say that

I can definitely imagine sibling fights happening a lot, but the kind that are explosive and sometimes hitting is involved, but it’s playful and it ends with the two of you getting food at 2am

you grew up sharing a lot of things like video games and computers so whenever you’re together you always reminisce about the good old days

Ramuda’s the type to steal your clothes and accessories and then not ever tell you until you need them and can’t find them

which leads to even more fighting between the two of you

whenever he whines about not getting what he wants, you tell him that he’s older than you and that he shouldn’t be acting childish

and when he’s doing something bad, you’re the one that has to tell him to stop doing things he shouldn’t be doing

which can sometimes lead to you feel like the older sibling

he’s definitely protective of you as an older brother, and I can imagine him not approving of any of the people you date, and making sure your friends aren’t up to anything shady

even though you tell him that he’s the shady one and that just makes him fake cry and pout

when he starts working for Chuuoku and the Party Of Worlds, you try to tell him not to, but he doesn’t listen to you

and as much as you want to make him stop, he won’t listen to you, so all you can do is keep trying to get him to leave

overall, Ramuda doesn’t really care about many things in this world, but he definitely cares about you

and the two of you are actually fairly close as far as siblings go

Gentaro Yumeno

Gentaro is the older brother that’s always teasing and messing around with you

he loves playing pranks on you or telling you wild stories (they’re always just lies though)

I can imagine him making up stories when you were both younger, and you just being fascinated by all of them

but then sometimes they would be dark and scare you at which point you would cry and your parents would tell him to stop

or him putting fake, plastic spiders in your shoes or getting other toys from joke shops to mess with you

it doesn’t stop as you grow older though, and Gentaro is always telling you that you forgot to do something just to watch your panicked reaction

there’s definitely going to be a ton of quarreling and throwing of hands between the two of you

but it’s easily forgotten and always ends up in sitting together in one of your rooms silently reading books/watching tv together

Gentaro does keep an eye out for you though, but he always chastises you before helping you

so if you need money he’ll tell you to be more careful and demand you do his chores for a week, but he’ll give you the money in the end

likewise, since he was always older than you in school, nobody really messed with you because they knew of his reputation

and the teachers always loved you because they had him in their class years before and he would always be a charmer

you two definitely team up against your parents whenever the situation calls for it and have each other’s backs when it counts

you’ve covered for him while he’s snuck out to go to midnight slam poetry competitions and he’s covered for you to sneak out too

whenever you come back home for the holidays, you and Gentaro always hang out together and just bond over shared trauma from your childhoods

you definitely have a text chain that’s just a years worth of memes back and forth with the occasional question thrown in regarding how to cook some type of food

overall, Gentaro’s just going to be a fun loving brother that messes with you but also cares about you

Yotsutsuji Kannabi

Yotsutsuji is the kind of older brother you really only see in fiction novels

he cares about you in the most encouraging way and only wants to see you be successful

he’s more than happy to share his interests with you, and wants you to explore whatever you’re interested in too

since Yotsutsuji is an orphan, he probably wants to take care of you as much as possible because there aren’t many other adult figures around the two of you growing up

I can imagine him carrying you around on his back as kids, running through the forest and exploring nature

and then patching you up whenever you get hurt from trying to keep up with him and some of his friends

he never wants to stifle you, so he’s the first person to tell you to meet other people and make other friends

and when you introduce him to your first friend he’s going to be over the moon about it

if you guys ever get into fights and arguments, they don’t usually last long because neither of you want to feel awkward around each other

it can be difficult sometimes in the orphanage when everyone is looking to Yotsutsuji as being the ‘perfect person’ and I can imagine it being difficult to be his sibling

but even though you might feel jealousy, you’re just too proud of your brother to ever actually say anything to him

Yotsutsuji is always keeping an eye out for you as you get older too, making sure you don’t get into any trouble in school or mixing with the wrong crowd

although he’s not necessarily the biggest guy around so he won’t be able fist fight someone for you, but he’ll provide emotional support

I can imagine him being a senior in high school when you’re a first year and him showing you all the classrooms and making sure you know where everything is

he’s always helping you study and I can imagine him being really good at cooking snacks for you and your friends after school

when he becomes Jakurai’s assistant, he wants you to meet him too

overall Yotsutsuji is just going to be the kind, caring brother that takes care of you

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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hypmicdaydreams · 3 years

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I liked the doppo with a reader who is always jokin around hcs!! thank u sm for it!! can i request another one with FP??

Ofc! This was also rather cute to write. Thank you for the request anon, and I hope you enjoy 💕

𝗙𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗣𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗷𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱

-pairings: ramuda amemura x gn!reader, gentaro yumeno x gn!reader, dice arisugawa x gn!reader

-genre: fluff

Ramuda

he always did very much enjoy your jokes, as cheesy or simplistic as they could be at times; or at least, ramuda seemed to be liking them on the outside anyway

on the inside, he still did have a bit of a fondness for them, but at times, ramuda also couldn’t help but cringe or internally roll his eyes at your awful jokes, though in an endearing sense

he did keep up a playful exterior, however, so to you, ramuda simply laughs and claps each time you say a joke; or, on the other hand, he likes to say in a rather teasing tone how bad they were, though you knew that he meant no harm

“haha, that was terrible!!” he’d exclaim, all the while clapping and laughing joyously. and perhaps you’d pout afterwards and retort that it was, in fact, a rather good dad joke if you did say so yourself

or you’d simply grin and go on to tell him more jokes, which seem to fascinate him only more and more as you went on

joking around with ramuda would also lead to him joining in as well more often than not, whether that be him proclaiming that he could totally make a much better joke than you or him adding on to it

though sometimes, he likes to ruin it for you and finish the joke before you had the chance to do so, sometimes even feigning ignorance and tilting his head to the side cutely, asking why you were so upset. other times, he likes to tease and say that you should come up with something more creative

but ramuda does also enjoy his fair share of corny jokes from time-to-time, and as awful as they were, in a way, he did find it to be kinda cute, the way you couldn’t help but joke around and tell him puns and whatnot

given his mischievousness, ramuda would certainly turn it into a bit of a joke flirting session, saying how he’s got a joke that’d leave you amazed, much more than yours (a little friendly competition never hurt anyone)

and sure enough, it may leave you flustered, but you only try to fire back with an even more flirtatious joke, which doesn’t seem to faze him all that much (actually, it did take him by surprise, but he only grinned and continued on)

it was all in all a good time, however, and ramuda still enjoyed it, finding that you brightened the atmosphere just the tiniest bit more whenever you were around. and for someone with a lot on his plate, it was definitely worthwhile

Gentaro

when you blurt out your first joke at him and laugh a bit at it afterwards, gentaro is most certainly intrigued, though he immediately was able to tell the sort of joking person you were

you were the type to constantly tell jokes and puns, as ‘bad’ as they were from time-to-time, and never did stop no matter what. were your aspirations that of a comedian, maybe? perhaps you were a failed one at that and couldn’t let go of the past

he kids, of course, but gentaro did think it was interesting to see you always joking around, laughing at your own and telling him every single one

some of them really were creative, he had to admit, even if they were still a bit cliché or corny. gentaro did enjoy a rather good cheesy dad joke every so often, even if he did manage to finish the joke almost immediately before you could say anything

i can definitely see him answering your jokes as well, especially if you asked him a bait question whose answer was a really bad pun. gentaro was rather sharp and quick-witted in a sense, after all, so he’s able to pick up on what the punchline was supposed to be

“can april march?” you ask, clearly grinning as you thought of the punchline, not able to wait to tell gentaro it. surely he’d like this one. it was a bit of a good one if you did say so yourself

“hm, no,” he replies, placing his palm underneath his chin, “but i suppose april may”

“oh, you got it.” it was a soft mumble, one that did sound rather despondent, to which gentaro couldn’t help but smile at. ugh, and the way he said it so gorgeously as well! it was simply too unfair honestly

seeing how disappointed you were that you weren’t even the one to tell him the joke was somewhat adorable, he had to admit, though at the same time, gentaro did quite like teasing you with it

don’t worry, he’d let you have your moments as well, even if he did very well know the answer. the way you smirked and laughed at your own jokes made it worth it, especially when you pointed out that he had enjoyed it as well as evident by the small smile he had

another thing gentaro would like to do would be to pretend to not understand the joke or pun that you had just said, putting on a puzzled look and asking if you’d be kind enough to explain it to him, knowing full well that it’d ruin the entire appeal of the joke

of course, you don’t pick up on this the first time and do go on explaining, admittedly getting a bit annoyed as gentaro claims that he simply doesn’t seem to understand it

“well, that was only a lie~” he finally relents, rather enjoying the fact that he was able to get you so worked up

oh how he could be so mischievous at times

Dice

it wasn’t that he was dumb per say, but dice could be a bit slow at times, so your jokes and puns are honestly a hit or miss with him depending on what they were

sometimes, however, it takes a good few seconds for the joke to register, but when it does hit him, you can see the look of realization on his face by the way dice mouths ‘oh’ and how he grins

“ohh, haha, that’s a good joke!”

and hearing that from dice surely would make your day, which would only prompt you to tell him some more of your jokes and puns

he does love it whenever you did do so, even if they were constantly spilling out of your mouth at an unprecedented rate, to which dice would certainly think that you just loved puns so much

they were clever sometimes, dice had to admit, and he was in awe at how you could come up with so many on the spot, even if for some of them he couldn’t help but think that they were much more than simply awful

your jokes and puns could certainly get quite cheesy at times, and i can definitely see dice straight up telling you if one of them were lame, though he did mean it in a friendly sense

if you wanted to purposely annoy him for kicks as well, though, you could simply go on and on and say some god awful pun or whatnot, and dice would most certainly be driven insane (it could be fun at times to tease him like that)

just don’t mess around if he was amidst a gambling match or something because dice wouldn’t hear you in the slightest

i can see him unknowingly answering the punchline to something you had said, and he’d be so confused as to why you were pouting, not having realized that he had ruined your surprise

of course, when he does notice, dice honestly laughs quite cheekily and teases you about it

would also constantly interrupt you while you try to tell him one, though this also went unrecognized by him (probably interrupts to ask if you could lend him a few lol) as you’re getting more and more annoyed by the inability to finish one mere sentence

over time, he does get used to your many, many jokes, and whenever you try to tell him one, especially if it was to distract him or try to get his attention or something, dice would simply answer the punchline and go back to whatever he was doing (you really did have to start coming up with new ones)

they still never fail to amuse him, however

#asks #requests #hypmic #hypnosis mic #ramuda amemura #ramuda x reader #gentaro yumeno #gentaro x reader #dice arisugawa #dice x reader #fluff #headcanons #gender neutral reader

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hypnomicimagines · 3 years

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Dancing in the rain with Gentaro, Dice, Jyushi, Hifumi and Jyuto please. I love your blog and your writing, take care ok?

Aimono Jyushi:

There was nothing quite as romantic as a moonlit walk, though he has to admit the rain had impeded the rest of his plans for the night. The way you so boldly took his hand, leading him off into a clearing, dancing in front of the moon herself with him pulled in close made Jyushi’s heart feel fuller than it ever had. He could dance with you until his legs begged for mercy, hand on your waist, keeping you close to him as you were each others only source of warmth.

Arisugawa Dice:

Dice didn’t always enjoy rainy days, he had come stumbling to your front step begging for sanctuary from it on more than one occasion, but you made him see them a little differently. Now that he had a place to call home going out into the rain didn’t feel him with negative feelings, not when you pulled him out with a twinkle of mischief in your eye asking him to dance. His favorite part was drying off afterward, it reminded him of the good old days when you’d dry his hair off with a towel in a loving gesture.

Iruma Jyuto:

You can tell from the way Jyuto is looking at you he thinks you’ve lost your mind but there’s nothing quite as refreshing as a cold rain on a ridiculously hot day. You can hear him complaining about his suit, and then his glasses were covered in rain droplets, but you told him to just trust you to guide him where he needed. He finally relents, allowing you to pull him along for a little rainy day fun before he ushered you inside, scolding you about the potential of getting sick.

Izanami Hifumi:

Hifumi managed to turn anything into a positive and you often tried to stick by his teachings, looking at a rainy day as nothing more than a necessity. Hifumi had some childish tendencies like splashing around in the puddles when he saw them (as long as he wasn’t wearing his host jacket) but you grabbed his hand before he could do so, leading him to an empty sidewalk where you could dance with him in peace. It turns into a waltz of sorts and Hifumi is nearly doubled over in laughter, telling you he had plenty of fun but that you should head home before you both caught a cold.

Yumeno Gentaro:

Gentaro thought it was like a scene from a movie, or specifically, a scene from a movie that came from a book. It was cold and wet and his clothes would need to dry for hours (he had a specific process to caring for his clothing) but he found he didn’t mind as much. Seeing your joyous smile as you spun him around in the rain made him feel more light-hearted than he had in years, like he really could just take a breath and enjoy life every once in awhile.

#Yumeno Gentaro #Izanami Hifumi #Iruma Jyuto #Arisugawa Dice #Aimono Jyushi #Hypnosis Microphone #Hypnosis Mic #Hypnosis Mic Imagines #Hypnosis Microphone Imagines #Hypnosis Mic x Reader #Hypnosis Microphone x Reader

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fluffypeachwriting · 3 years

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Hi! Can I please request a scenario of Gentaro Yumeno x his Fem S/O having rough sex in a hotel room, and his favorite postion is lifting her leg up to go deeper please? Thank you so much! Love your blog btw! 🔮

spicy spicy Mr Yumeno~ (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

DNI with this post if you’re under 18!

It was interesting to find out how much of Gentaro’s personality came out in the bedroom. Composed yet cheeky. Seemingly acting on his own will but so aware of others.

Actually, the last time the cheekiness came out, it had been in a fairly wholesome scenario. Gentaro liked to stretch in the morning to clear out the cobwebs and clear his mind. When he asked you to join him, there didn’t seem to be anything to suggest that he had not-safe-for-work intentions.

Work, however, put a wrench in his plans.

Gentaro had been asked to do a signing out of town, which meant he would be cooped up all alone in a hotel room right when he wanted to experiment with his favourite position. But of course he brought you along. The moment you locked the hotel door shut behind you, Gentaro was furiously trying to rip his hakama off – that unstoppable, desperate, horny side to him was so so so rare, but it was irresistible.

The time between that, to when Gentaro had you both stripped naked and were in the stifling heat of sex, you didn’t remember. His addicting touch left everything that came before it in the past. One palm cautiously pressed forward on your thigh, the other resting on your hip. Each slap of skin on skin could have been the tenth or hundredth, but all you knew was that, with on leg inching closer to your waist, Gentaro’s deliciously thick cock was reaching deeper and deeper with each thrust.

“Ah… don’t you see that our stretching has paid off?” A satisfied smile crept up on Gentaro’s face, and he closed his eyes to lose himself in the feeling.

“Gen, did you…” You got lost in the feeling too – it wasn’t just him that was feeling the effect of him reaching deeper, “…just to…?” Your cheeks were red hot and you had to force yourself to keep your hands away from covering your face, Gentaro loved your expressions (and would often describe them in flowery detail during pillow-talk) so you gave him the privilege of getting a full view.

He opened his mouth to speak but had to bite his lip to muffle a particularly loud moan; that velvety voice sounded so good when he got a little more unhinged than usual. He had to slow the pace down to clear his mind and reply, “It was for us both, my dearest. Performing unusual tasks for the benefit of one’s beloved isn’t a surprise, no?”

The slower pace made his deep thrusting even more tantalising, making the climb to the peak more like a draining marathon than a hot sprint.

“Gen, I can’t think enough to get what you mean.”

“I mean,” He stilled his hips while fully sheathed inside you, knowing that the pause would let you appreciate how much more he stretched you – and he appreciated how you twitched and writhed around him. His hands were getting sweaty and he struggled to keep a grip on you. “I mean, I made us both stretch so I could fuck you better. My dear, is it working?”

He knew the answer to that, he just wanted to hear it. Gentaro picked up the pace, and quickly settled into a rhythm that made you want to melt back into the bed. His grip on your thigh tightened – surely leaving marks for him admire in the morning – and you saw beads of sweat form on his face. “I don’t want to stop.”

“Yes, Gen. Please don’t stop…!”

#hypmic #smut #hypnosis mic #Gentaro Yumeno #gentaro x reader #fling posse #reader insert #request #imagine

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travoltacustom · 3 years

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HypMic School Headcanons Part 1: BB, FP & BAT

I genuinely enjoyed this ask! Anyways, this is being split between BB, FP and BAT with MTC, MTR and DH in the next post. Thank you for your patience!

Read under the cut for BB, FP and BAT.

ー　BUSTER BROS　ー　

Ichiro

Favourite Subject: Music

Disliked Subject: Science - Physics

Grade: Middle B

Club: Soccer

He only managed a year into highschool before he had to quit. Taking care of his brothers was his priority. It stung bitterly to see other kids his age going about their daily lives, especially when his old classmates would invite him to hang out. He just couldn’t accept the time away from his family to have a day off.

Ichiro had a decent rep at school. Everyone knew him as an otaku, but it just so happened that his friendship group was a decent size so he was never picked on because of it.

Jiro

Favourite Subject: PE

Disliked Subject: Japanese

Grade: High C / Low B

Club: Soccer

There was never a time where Jiro wasn’t popular. His kindness was shown through helping out teachers and his skill in the soccer club made him everyone’s envy. But since he was genuinely a nice kid, nobody ever acted on that jealousy. He gets about two or three confessions a month!

Highschool is the most normal of things for him. Despite his ‘fans’, people still treat him normally. Right now his biggest concerns are just making it past test season, but he’s not so sure what he’ll do when it comes applying for universities.

Saburo

Favourite Subject: Maths

Disliked Subject: ICT (Computing/Tech)

Grade: High A+

Club: Science - Never actually shows up

He initially chose to take ICT for the easy grade, but now it’s way too easy for him! His teacher wants him transferred to another class because Saburo complains that he’s not learning anything - he can build a site in under an hour, and he’s pretty sure he knows way more than his teacher too.

This is the kid that keeps on saying that he should’ve been thrown ahead to high school but just doesn’t have the emotional maturity for it yet. He can’t make friends easily because he thinks he’s smarter than everyone and never cooperates during group projects despite how people are genuinely trying to connect with him.

ー　FLING POSSE　ー　

Ramuda [1]

Favourite Subject: Art

Disliked Subject: Science - Biology

Grade: Middle C

Club: Fashion

His grades would have been abysmal if not for some EXTREME sucking up to his teachers. Ramuda is also extremely squeamish so he gets antsy whenever they talked about dissection in class, and wouldn’t even think about medicines and chemical reactions because they made him nervous.

Ramuda’s eye for design made him sought out by every club to help with poster designs. Of course, Mr. Popular couldn’t say no when they were fueling his ego. At one point, there wasn’t a poster up in school that wasn’t designed by him.

Gentaro

Favourite Subject: Japanese

Disliked Subject: PE

Grade: High B / Low A

Club: Literary Society - went with his brother

He may be good at running but anything else will kill him. If you throw a ball at him he will fall over, injuring his whole body and he has to go to the nurse’s office. The nurse kept on saying that it wasn’t that bad but he would claim so many reasons as to why he shouldn’t go back and they just got fed up with him.

He could be an A student if he wanted. Gentaro was smart enough for it, but if he just needed B’s to get into the university he wanted with his brother, then it was enough.

Dice

Favourite Subject: Maths

Disliked Subject: Social Studies - History

Grade: High A+ then dropped to Middle B

Club: Track Club

He’s an Arisugawa - he had heavy expectations on him. His grades slipped when the pressure of expectations fell on him as he watched his family fight amongst themselves. It’s not that he wasn’t understanding the material, but he didn’t feel the need to try anymore.

Dice would’ve joined with delinquents... if his school had any. His group was a bunch of people who skipped class to play card games in an abandoned room. Even at a private school like this, these kids lost any sense of poise and would throw everything into their gamble.

ー　BAD ASS TEMPLE　ー　

Kuko

Favourite Subject: Social Studies - Religion

Disliked Subject: Home Economics

Grade: Low/Middle B

Club: Judo

“EVERYONE’S IN MY WAY I’M TRYING TO COOK. FUCK OFF.” Needless to say, he cannot cooperate in cooking class. Kuko can cook, like enough for himself, but he hates rubbing elbows with idiots that can’t even peel an onion without crying.

He hangs out on the school roof most days (like a shonen protagonist). Kuko’s sort of a lone wolf, but will sit down with anyone who’s actually brave enough to have lunch with him there. It’s a rag-tag group, but he wouldn’t say they were actually friends.

Jyushi

Favourite Subject: Music

Disliked Subject: Science - Biology

Grade: Middle B

Club: ‘Light’ Music Club

He’s good with lyrics so he understands poems so easily. However, sometimes it slips into his answer and the person marking his work has trouble with understanding him... he can get more poetic than the poem he’s describing.

The light music club is more of an occult club at this point. Or visual kei likers... The school wouldn’t let them have either club, so they’re together under the guise of the light music club. Jyushi was in line to be successor of the ‘Prince of Darkness’ (Club President) but he got busy with his own band stuff.

Hitoya

Favourite Subject: Science - Biology

Disliked Subject: Social Studies - Geography

Grade: High A+

Club: Jazz band. Played the guitar.

Jakurai and Hitoya formed a jazz band together, since their school wasn’t big enough for an orchestra. It wasn’t a group that could ever compete in competitions, but it was enough to just jam with their friends. Hitoya still gets together with some of the members to play around.

The teachers though of him as one of the most reliable students... which meant that he ended up as their courier. Hitoya was just too nice to say no back then, but he still feels spiteful for the teachers who sent him up so many floors back then.

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[1] Hypnosis Radio Season 1: Ramuda canonically doesn’t even know what a school is! He thinks it’s a place where people go to talk about the latest trends. He also thinks that one shouldn’t be so fixated on this school place since the world is so big

Source: https://twitter.com/hypmic_en/status/1201546133501358081

#hypnosis mic #hypmic #ichiro yamada #jiro yamada #saburo yamada #ramuda amemura #gentaro yumeno #dice arisugawa #kuko harai #jyushi aimono #hitoya amaguni #division all stars #headcanon #request #anon

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luytenae · 3 years

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A kiss to wake up

Hello everyone! I'm bringing what I believe is my longest piece so far. As a disclaimer, this was a little bit self-indulgent, so I didn't want to spare a single detail. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!

As a top note, this is kinda the prequel to this one! One day I'll make some sort of timeline, I promise. I just keep writing as the ideas come to me

Kiss number 32: to wake up

The last weeks had been an actual chaos for the fashion deisgner. Indeed, they had been chaotic, but in a sort of good way. After so many years waiting, Ramuda was about to undergo top surgery. He was finally getting his mastectomy done and, although these days he had to sign, read and send plenty of papers, he was happy. He was excited, but he was a bit scared too. After all, it was an operating room and he was still afraid of needles.

The designer sighed as he put the pen down, looking up with a faint smile. Jakurai walked by, taking his chance to kiss Ramuda’s forehead before leaving him a cup of warm tea, keeping the other one to himself.

“I can sense you are nervous”. He said tenderly, grabbing a chair and sitting by his partner’s side.

Ramuda glanced over the papers that were scattered in front of him, sipping from the cup. “Well, yeah… I’ve been waiting for this for so long, and now that’s here I just… Can’t imagine it”. His tone was calm, revealing his true self. It had taken a lot for him to learn to trust Jakurai again –they both had to relearn how to trust each other–, but he knew he didn’t need to fake anything. Not anymore.

Jakurai mumbled. “I see…”. He gently put his cup on the table, making space for the pink-haired man in his arms. As if the doctor had predicted his movements, Ramuda leaned forward and placed his head on his partner’s chest, closing his eyes.

“It’s perfectly normal to be nervous. It is a surgery, after all”. He did a brief pause, lifting Ramuda’s chin tenderly. “But everything will go smoothly. I cannot be on the operation room that day, but you will be in good hands. You will be okay, my dear”.

The designer smiled, nodded, and went in for a kiss. Jakurai eagerly corresponded, wiping Ramuda’s tears as they kissed.

“Plus, you deserve this”. Jakurai added after they broke the kiss. “You have fought bravely, and you had a lot of patience… Although I may recognize I didn’t think you were capable of having it”. The doctor added jokingly, which earned him a pout from his partner as well as a bump on his arm.

“Rude!”

Jakurai laughed softly, which made Ramuda’s pout go away quickly.

“My point is, you needn’t’ be nervous. You earned it, Ramuda. You deserve good things too”.

The designer took a deep breath, repeating those words in his head to himself. He still had a hard time believing that; but his Posse and Jakurai had been making a hard effort to help him realize his self-worth.

“Thanks, babe. I… kinda needed to hear that”.

“Then I am happy I could be of assistance, my dear”.

The days went by, and before the couple could realize it, it was time for Ramuda to check in in the hospital. Since they had agreed to live in Shinjuku, the surgery would be done in Jakurai’s hospital; and one of his co-workers was in charge of it.

Sadly for the doctor, he had to work to do. Ramuda understood that he couldn’t be in the operation room –although he wished he could–, but Jakurai felt bad about it. Old habits die hard, and he was distressed about not being able to directly help during the procedure.

However, he used his lunch break to make his partner some company. He knew his teammates would be coming soon, as they had promised to keep him entertained until the moment came. His surgery was scheduled at 16:00, and they would also wait for him to come out of the operation room.

Jakurai knocked softly on the white door, and entered the room after hearing Ramuda’s voice confirming he could come in. He knew that the designer mustn’t eat now, so he tried to somehow hide his lunchbox. As soon as the younger man realized, he laughed and encouraged him to eat.

“It’s your lunch break, silly! If you don’t eat now you won’t be able to do so later, and your patients need you on tip-top condition!”

“But it would be rude to eat in front of you, since you cannot eat before surgery…” Jakurai’s voice sounded sincerely concerned, as he was forgetting his own needs.

“Here you go again” he mumbled, rising to his feet and walking to the doctor’s side. “I’m ok, dummy. I will eat later, and y’know, my Posse will bring me a whoooole feast!” he laughed it off, grabbing the sleeve of his white coat. “Seriously, don’t worry about me. I will be fine! I mean, I’m kinda hungry, but you are working and need to eat”. Jakurai was going to counterattack, but Ramuda shushed him down. “If you don’t eat now Imma get angry! If you won’t do it for yourself and your own health and well-being, then… Do it for your patients?”

The doctor sighed softly, having been hit on his weak spot –his need to help–.

“Very well, then”. Ramuda wasn’t the right one to talk about self-care and preserving his own health, but he left the argument for another day. It was something they both have to keep working on, and they decided to help each other out.

“Bone apple teeth!” Said Ramuda jokingly as he saw him eat the first spoonful, making the older man to raise an eyebrow.

“Fascinating… I think that’s not the proper way to say it; however, it does sound similar”.

Ramuda bursted out laughing, and the doctor smiled tenderly. He would do anything to keep that smile on his face, and was willing to protect it forever.

Between laughs and fascination, Jakurai’s break was over sooner than they would have wanted it to be. The doctor neatly put everything back on his lunchbox before leaving, letting it down for a moment by the bedside table.

“I’ll see you in a couple of hours, then” said the designer, leaning in for a kiss. Jakurai was already on his way to kiss his forehead, so the gesture was well received. After that he nodded, cupping his beloved’s pale cheek.

“I will be by your side by the time you wake up. I will be waiting for you as long as I need to wait”.

Luckily for Ramuda, he wasn’t alone with his thoughts for long; for his dear friends arrived barely 25 minutes after his dear doctor left.

“Hey there man! How ya feelin’, huh?” Dice announced himself in that way, taking the seat by the left side of the bed.

“I’m tootes good! Not nervous at all, nope!”

“Heavens, and yet you dare call me the liar…” Gentaro added, closing the door behind him.

“But I’m not lying...” The writer rose an eyebrow, keeping direct eye contact with his leader. “Geez! Well, okay, maybe I am!”

The writer chuckled, shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders. “As if we didn’t know you enough, dear Ramuda”. The chuckle turned into a reassuring smile, and the leader of the Shibuya division thanked the gesture.

“I know this shit is scary and tough, but you got this! In no time at all you’ll be jumpin’ around again, you’ll see!” Dice smile was broader than Gentaro’s, but it was as reassuring as the writer’s was.

“I’m soooo lucky to have you two!” Ramuda yanked them both into a hug, and although it took them by surprise, they joined as soon as they felt his leader’s arms around their shoulders.

“Yeah, and we’re also lucky to have you!” the blue-haired announced with pride, ruffling the designer’s pink hair.

“As our beloved Dice once said,” Gentaro started saying, clearing his voice in order to make it similar to his partner’s, “we are the best, amazing, bounded-tight Posse!”

“Hey, quit messin’ around!” the impersonated man grumbled, much to the impersonator’s and his only public delight.

Their dialogue was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door, and soon after a nurse entered the room.

The three members of Fling Posse quickly went to check the time, realising she came to bring Ramuda to the operation room. He took a deep breath, hugged his teammates tightly, and bis them farewell.

“See you later, Ramuda! I’ll make sure to bring you plenty of snacks!” Dice hugged him as tightly as he was being embraced, sad to leave the hug.

“And I will finance that, for our beloved Dice is as penniless as always”.

Ramuda laughed at their bickering, happy to see them as cheerful as always. Maybe it was selfish of him, but he thought they were doing that for him. Gentaro and Dice didn’t want to see his leader gloomy, so they did their very best to cheer him up. The designer thought that perhaps it was selfish to think so; but that was the truth. They loved him dearly, so it wasn’t selfish of him. It was a reassurance that he was loved and cherished.

The hours went by, the clock ticking its way to noon and, after that, to dawn. Three hours passed, and around seven o’ clock in the evening, Ramuda’s top surgery was successfully completed. All that was left was for him to wake up.

The usual procedure would have been to leave him in the awakening room for up to two hours, until he had fully recovered from the anaesthesia. However, Jakurai’s turn finished a couple of hours ago and, after pulling a couple of strings, he managed to let them take him to his room, where he would personally supervise Ramuda until he woke up. The doctor felt he owed him that, but it wasn’t his only reason- he wanted to be by his side when the designer woke up and, if something happened, be the one to tend him.

When the clock hit quarter to nine, Ramuda started to come back to his senses. Jakurai was by the window, watching the neon lights of Shinjuku flicker; but as soon as he felt movement, he rushed by his partner’s side.

It took the designer fifteen more minutes to fully wake up, still a bit disorientated. When he fully opened his eyes, he encountered Jakurai’s vast oceans looking directly at him, as well as his calm smile.

“Wake up, my dear”. He approached his side, taking a seat by the verge of the bed. He tenderly moved his bangs with his hands, kissing Ramuda’s forehead as full of love as possible.

Ramuda smiled sluggishly, still having a hard time focusing. “I’m awake, silly…”

Jakurai chuckled, caressing his hair softly. “I can see that, dear. You did a great job”.

The designer smiled again, reaching to grab his lover’s hand. “Did I?” Jakurai nodded in response, leaving him do whatever he wanted with his hand –which was to cuddle it against his cheek–.

They spent almost an hour cuddling in silence, enough for Ramuda to completely awake. As his energy came back, he felt more and more excited to feel his chest. Thankfully enough, since he was small and slim, the scars wouldn’t be that big. They would be visible under his nipples, but it didn’t matter. He would wear them with pride, as a badge that showed his victory over Chuuoku again. The doctor felt he was fully recovered from the anaesthesia now, and was glad to see him cheerful again.

Ramuda turned to him with puppy eyes, as if asking permission. As much as it pained Jakurai, he left him out of the embrace, helping him to sit on the bed. He understood his look: he wanted to check it for himself.

“I wouldn’t advise taking the bandages off, but you can feel your chest. It should not hurt much”. Ramuda’s smile broadened, and as he muttered his thanks, he put his own hands on his chest. The anaesthesia was wearing off and it was a bit uncomfortable, but the sheer joy of feeling himself completely flat made him forget about that. After years of using a binder, of feeling those tiny bumps under it no matter what, they were finally gone. No more binding, no more swimming shirts and no more hiding. There was nothing to hide now.

Tears of joy started to roll down his cheeks, and Jakurai quickly wiped them for him.

“Congratulations, my love”. His voice sounded full of joy, hope and love. All of that, things that Ramuda and he deserved, and now they were getting. Seeing the designer unable to move much due to the bandages and his own feelings, he made the first move and hugged him, letting Ramuda’s head on his shoulder. The embrace was mutual, the younger man hugging his waist as tightly as his chest let him.

With teary eyes and the brightest of smiles, he looked up to Jakurai, who cupped his cheek and kissed him fondly. They remained like that for a couple of minutes, which quickly turned into half an hour.

“Ramuda?” He asked with a gentle voice, as if he was afraid it would scare him. He then realized he had fallen asleep, and let out an affectionate sigh. He carefully moved him back to the bed, letting him rest after tucking him in. As soon as he was sure he was soundly asleep, he walked to the window, watching the restless streets of his Shinjuku as alive as every night.

Jakurai was happy. He knew this was important for Ramuda, so he tried his best to look calm. Inside, his brain had been worrying about the designer all day, making it difficult for him to focus on his job. He spent all his free time sighing and looking at the clock, which was unusual of him: he never worried about how much of his shift was left; but today he was driven by his own worries and guilt. Jakurai fought bravely against said guilt and managed to control the situation and himself. Still, he couldn’t wait to see Ramuda. He needed to see him alright, and being unable to control the situation was driving him insane.

And now, after a long intervention and an even longer day, it was done. The doctor watched Ramuda sleeping in the reflection of the window, and smiled again. He could see his chest rising softly as he breathed, and that was what ultimately made him keep smiling. All his worries left with that sight, his mind regaining peace.

Fatigue was taking its toll over him, so the doctor decided to sit down by the bed. His plan was to rest his eyes and legs for a bit, wanting to keep himself awake all night to watch over Ramuda. Before he could realize, though, he fell asleep holding his partner’s hand. It had been a long day, and his body talked louder than his plans.

As if the designer knew whose hand was holding his, he grabbed it back in his sleep.

Outside, the hustle of bustle of Shinjuku was never-ending. It didn’t matter to the couple, as they were soundly asleep side by side. At the end of the day, that was what kept them moving forward. They had been through a lot as a couple, but it was their similarities and wills what brought them back together. They still had a lot to work on, but one step at a time. For now, they had earned their peace and happiness, and they were going to spend it doing what their hearts desired the most –although it took them long to realize it– : being by each other’s side.

#hypnosis mic #hypmic #ヒプノシスマイク #jakurai jinguji #hypnosis mic jakurai #ramuda amemura #hypnosis mic ramuda #jakuramu #jakurai x ramuda #trans character #ramuda trans

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Track 9

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Series: Secrets & Trust

Characters: Ann Wolff (OC), Gentaro Yumeno

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It had been a constant back and forth… And much to his dismay someone had caught on. And it was Ann of all people. He should have watched it around them honestly. He knew that they are sensitive to some details. They had proven it before when just picking apart mere drafts of his. They had been curious so he had offered them for a quick read if they wanted to. They were sure eager yet they made sure to deliver an in–depth analysis or explain some things when just discussing the stories. And they picked up on most of the details from a casual read alone which was impressive. Would this apply to patterns in the actual world? It was a possibility. Who says that they could not have a sharp eye for any situation. No, to spot details in the mere writing one had to be able to make out details here and there. They can read between the lines. That much was a fact. He had learned as much before, now he had seen it in practice.

Honestly, he had been somewhat fearful of this reaction. In their case… He didn’t want to involve them in his endeavors, he wasn’t ready. Not like this at least. And yet, he had been wondering for a while all the same why he wanted to keep them away. Honestly, he never truly understood why exactly. What had gotten him into himself, being more involved with them than he liked and yet keeping them at an arm’s length all the same. Or no, he did. This weird feeling he felt all this time, wanting to explore it further yet he was none the wiser in the end. Even when he had confessed by accident… Was he really or was the atmosphere just making him slip something? He thought about it when he had the time. He just couldn’t figure it out and usually brushed it off when more important things arose. Yet he didn’t get it for a while.

Then again, given the reaction and cold shoulder Ann had given Gentaro after their conversation at the café he didn’t expect to hear from them anytime soon. So the attempts to talk… He didn’t even try if he was completely honest. Maybe a part of him was… Scared? Yeah… Maybe that was it. He was just scared of their reaction and wanted to avoid it all the same, have a bit more time to think. But fate was not so kind to him, far from it. Because his ears had eventually caught wind of something… Something he had overheard by mere chance when passing by somewhere.

“So, have you finally decided~?” A female voice had asked someone. Gentaro was ready to ignore it and move past it until he heard a familiar voice speak up.

“You still didn’t let the file thing go?” What the— Ann? What were they doing at a place like this!? And at this time… Needless to say and hating to admit it, he had grown a little curious, thus stopping and deciding to hide himself from the view, wanting to observe whatever had been going on. And the person they were conversing with… He knew who this was. If you know The Demented, you know of this woman as well, Mashou Youan. Though Gentaro never spoke to her directly, he just heard of her in passing. Besides, she was none of his concern. It was Karl he had an issue with.

But it was just that at first, curiosity, and Gentaro expected not much from it. And yet, it took a bit of a different turn when overhearing the next sentence… “Why yes, of course. Yumeno–Kun is in your little head, isn’t he?”

“W… Well…” They weren’t denying it, though he saw them turn their face away. It left him a bit in disbelief, thousand possibilities going through his head. How did she— When did she— He couldn’t explain it to himself. Was this his doing!? If it was Karl then— No, he would not involve his own child like that… He was not that type of man, the only type of credit Gentaro was willing to give to that piece of shit. So what was going on? Would he even be able to figure it out? Or was this some weird way of karma he was facing? Perhaps it was that, karma… All because he had not opened his mouth… And now…

“It’s right here you know. Just one step away.”

One could see them looking all over the place, stuttering. Their hands were shaking, the temptation all too clear. Who wouldn’t be tempted? Did they even have to do anything for it? He didn’t want to see it and yet he couldn’t look away all the same. Why? Why was he looking!? The answer should be obvious! If having such an offer then—

“Aww, come on. Just take it. Otherwise I’m just going to burn these precious little pa—”

“Please do.” Suddenly they spoke up again, their voice loud and clear. Even if they weren’t facing Youan just yet.

And even the woman was confused, eyeing Ann with one eyelid twitching. “Come again?”

“I said please do.”

“Please do? What? You’re aware that—”

“I’m not going to pry.” They continued, head lifted up to face the woman directly now. “So go on, burn them. Makes this easier.”

Oh she was furious, even holding so tightly onto the paper that she may as well rip it apart with one hand at any point. “Not prying!? The hell do you mean not prying!? Didn’t you—”

“Whatever Gentaro is doing… It’s none of my business in the end. I shouldn’t read that.”

“Oh but finding out that your—”

“My father is family… There’s a difference.”

“You’ve got some nerve… Just passing up this—”

“Yeah yeah, whatever. Besides, I promised my buddies to dig up info on you, not him. So that’s useless anyway.”

“Oh why you little—”

“See you. Oh, and make sure that this file’s ashes, will you?”

The conversation was abrupt and took a turn no one would have expected. Did Ann just… Did they just…

Gentaro was in shock himself. Anyone would have jumped at the opportunity. But Ann… They disregarded it. They did not accept. Even when they were about to they just… Just… It made no sense to him. Wasn’t that something they were curious about!? Why were they not taking the chance!? It was bizarre, enough to leave him standing right then and there, trying to explain himself this… That was until—

“Wha— Gentaro!?” It was their voice, Ann’s. It brought him back to reality, making him notice that he still had not left his hiding spot. This was… Awkward. No, literally. This couldn’t have been worse timed, co— Wait… Something was off with them as well, he just noticed.

“Ah– A… Ann–San! What are surprise!” He forced it out of his mouth, awfully so. Anyone could tell that this was not natural in the slightest. “I did not—”

“Y… You didn’t hear anything, did you!?” They asked him directly.

Usually this is his cue to lie. ‘ Ah no, I have just been passing by ’ yet it wouldn’t come out of his mouth. It just refused to say it. The sentence was stuck there, right in his throat. He didn’t want to admit it but he had no other choice, had he? But if you thought about it, a guy leaning against the wall and peeking was not exactly subtle either… “I’m afraid to say that I did…” He admitted, though a little weak sounding himself. He had just said that… Great.

“W… Well now… That…” Ann stuttered all of a sudden, not meeting eye contact with him for a moment. They seemed to be embarrassed themself now, as if not certain what to say either. Maybe it was the sudden factor making them act like that. “I didn’t… Uhm… I just mean…”

“Please, there is no need to explain. I think I got the gist.” He was trying to salvage this, even if there was not much to salvage if you really think about it. For the first time in ages he felt a little weird…

“B… But… This situation…”

“Spare the details. It’s best if I don’t know how that came together.” He interrupted. He could piece it together himself. “Instead… Answer me this – Why refuse such an offer?” He had to ask, he was curious. The only thing not adding up to him… Why? Why had they not taken the chance while they could?

And apparently they had not expected this question either, looking at him with wide eyes, repeating the one word. “Why?” At which he nodded. He had expected this outcome, especially after having seen them so distraught over it for a moment, refusing to talk to him and having ran off in a hurry right after. Anyone would have taken it. And yet…

They stayed silent for a moment, as if not certain… They looked all around. This was a conversation none of the two expected to ever have between another it seemed. But in the end, they decided to speak up.

"Alright, I guess since you asked. Well… Y'know… Right, I could've taken the documents and read up on you myself.” They began, seeming to understand the simple logic behind it. The logic he had used. Read up on it. And yet, the next part would make him look at them in disbelief: “But that'd be pretty shitty, wouldn't it?”

Shitty? That— “Hah… Don't look at me like that now.” They interrupted any type of thought process, having taken note of his expression at that moment. “I just don't wanna read up on it. It ain't my business anyway.”

“None of your business…” He repeated, though not sounding confused. No, he was just taking a mental note of what they had said.

“Yeah. This is your thing, right? You owe me nothing. So… Sorry for having acted like that Gentaro.”

They… apologized? They apologized for— “No, no. That reaction wasn’t out of line.” He responded, though more surprised about another fact. “Although… Gentaro? When did you start calling me that?”

It was then when a wave of embarrassment seemed to have overcome Ann, noticing and then quickly adding: “Ah! Sorry, that was impolite, wasn’t it!? I’m sorry! It just kinda slipped because of that day, just to tell it all apart! So I made it a habit in my head and then—” They tried to justify it, didn’t they? Even now… “I’m sorry! It won’t—”

“I was just wondering. I don’t mind it at all.” He interrupted, making them look at him in surprise.

“Y… You don’t?”

“I think both of us have reached that point some time ago, have we not, Ann–San?”

“W… Well…” They muttered for a split second, then sighing. “Alright, fair enough. But please, drop the ‘ –San ’ too then. Makes me feel weird otherwise…”

“Very well. That shouldn’t be a problem.”

After that small breather silence kicked in again, turning this a little awkward once more. The two were essentially just staring at each other, not losing a word. Was there something to add? Not that he knew. Not exactly at least. And yet… Maybe they thought it was necessary. Because this was the next thing he heard from them… Making him all ears. The moment where it had hit him all at once.

“But… Ahem… You see… I said that I won’t pry. And it is essentially your decision. But… If I find out… Then I want you to open up about it!” They began trying to keep eye contact this time, though they had a hard time not stuttering. And they were so serious about it as well. “Whatever you're up to, it's your thing. But… Promise me to tell me everything once you're ready. I would love to get to know the real you someday.“

Yeah, they knew something. Of course they did. And yet, he was not going to complain. Hearing that… In the end, he was just relieved. There was no other way to put it. Honestly, he was just glad. It was all clear to him. Or maybe he had just come to realize at that time, actually realizing what this was, what he had been feeling. “Very well. You have my word on that.”

“Ah— There’s no pressure of course! After all—”

“Ann, your bad habit of apologizing too much is coming through again.”

“Eh? I… It is? Whoops…”

“Hah, you’re hopeless sometimes.”

“Well sorry!”

“Either way, what about your old man? Since you know now..”

“I… Will figure something out. I’m not going to leave him like this, that much I know.”

“Huh… You really care about him…”

“Yeah. He’s been there for me all my life so seeing him like this… I don’t plan on doing nothing about it.”

“Well, he had to do something right since he raised you…”

“That man’s still my father.”

“I know, I know. I understand. Pay my words no mind.”

Yeah, even if Ann was Karl’s kid… Gentaro was not going to turn away from them anytime soon.

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justmaybee · 3 years

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The Phantom’s New Clothes

(Alternatively: ‘I Like Ya Fit, G!’)

A/N: Yes, the spam is gonna end in a dumb fic. No, I’m not confident in posting it. But honestly? I don’t think I’ll ever be when it comes to Fling Posse. So I’m doing it anyways! Because Gen looks like a whole prince, and if I don’t start somewhere I’ll never be able to write them!

Summary: Fling Posse photo shoot time! ~ ☆ and Dice has taken a special interest in Gentaro’s outfit for the day….

Of the many things required by divisions during battle season, one ‘checkpoint’—so to speak—is the creation of promotional materials. A Chuohku-designated event, ‘asked’ of the representative teams from each district.

This is Fling Posse’s second time representing Shibuya, so Gentaro is more or less acquainted with the roadmap ahead of them. And as a group member—and friend—of one Ramuda Amemura, he’s quite used to the mild discomfort of modeling clothes far outside his comfort zone.

Though it had at first been a point of contention in the group—due to some very polarized creative decisions—Gentaro has grown into his role, just a bit. He may never go so far as to call himself a ‘model,’ but he’s done much stranger tasks for the sake of his posse.

Thankfully, this shoot leans decidedly into Gentaro’s style of choice. Unlike Ramuda’s last artistic venture, which had involved a bright yellow top in an aquarium of all settings, this outfit could be described as almost tame in comparison.

The blouse is a loose and flowing white number, tucked into a similar style of black pants. A little tighter to his waist than he’d prefer, but the fabric is soft and stretches down to his ankle—for the most part—so it’ll do. The addition of some colored cords to secure an ash grey cape around his shoulders finishes the look, and Gentaro hums an appreciative note when Ramuda shows him the full look in a mirror.

Ramuda seemed pleased, smoothing out Gentaro’s cape and tucking stubborn hairs back into place before flashing him a grin and bouncing off to help Dice finish dressing.

It’s comfortable, fashionable, and well-suited to his tastes. Gentaro must say, it’s one of his favorite designs from Ramuda so far.

That being said—there’s…one small thing he could recommend be changed.

It doesn’t occur to him until the picture taking is about to begin.

———

“Ya think Ramuda will let me keep it?” Dice asks, impish grin flashing his canine. He pops the collar, striking small poses as the dressing room around them clears out. Gentaro humors him.

He takes his time, stepping forward from behind Dice, peering over his shoulder at their shared reflection. His hand comes to rest on his chin, scrutinizing the tropical pattern with a deliberate trail of the eyes. He continues until Dice’s gaze lowers, until his hands start fidgeting in front of him.

Gentaro finally breaks with a smile, resting his chin on Dice’s shoulder. He can feel the way Dice sags with relief.

“It’s very likely that he will,” Gentaro muses. “This outfit was made specifically for you, and I’m not sure anyone else would wear it willingly.”

Dice nods in a small repetitive motion, absentmindedly checking his reflection in the mirror. The moment he comes to recognize Gentaro’s backhanded confirmation is both visible and audible. His body jolting upright with a pitchy ‘hey!’ tossed back over his shoulder. Gentaro hides a smile behind his hand.

“Oh, Dice. There’s no need to be insecure,” He coos. “From what I’ve heard, sustainable fashion is on the rise! This set may have been a curtain at some point, but your confidence in it is very admirable.”

Dice has that tight-lipped smile on, the one that pushes his cheeks up and makes his squinty faux-glare even more endearing. It says, ‘I know I’m being made fun of,’ but he continues to endure it anyways. Because it makes Gentaro smile.

Still, he’s come a long way since the early days of Fling Posse, and he won’t take things lying down if he can help it. So he sneaks his hand behind him, aiming a light pinch to Gentaro’s side; his comeback of choice since learning of Gentaro’s…sensitivity.

Unlike those recent times, Gentaro quickly back steps, pulling his head off Dice’s shoulder to smother a gasp behind a well-timed fist. Dice blinks, hand still hovering behind him in the empty air where Gentaro once stood.

Then he spins around; the biggest, toothy grin on his face.

Gentaro can feel the butterflies slowly flutter to life in his stomach. His free arm moves subconsciously, to wrap around his front and hide his torso. The longer they hold eye contact, the more his face begins to burn.

And then the photographer can be heard, calling Dice for photos.

They stay in place, gazes locked for a moment longer; then Dice shoots him a wink and jogs off.

Gentaro breathes a shaky sigh, rubbing away the phantom touch.

———

So yes, while it was obvious the outfit had less layers than Gentaro was accustomed to, he hadn’t realized just how much thinner the layers he wore were.

Photo shoots don’t have a lot of downtime, in his experience. There’s always group shots, touch ups, individual shots. While it’s undoubtedly ‘Posse Time’—as Ramuda would put it—he doesn’t get more than a passing word to either of his group mates at any one time.

Which make the times he runs into Dice all the more memorable.

Slipping past one another in the hallway when it’s Gentaro’s turn for solo shots. Gentaro feels a distinct skittering of nails over his flank. It has him stumbling, tripping on his own feet. He can hear Dice laugh as he straightens up and continues walking.

Getting his hair touched up, making sure his pesky bangs stay out of his face. Dice comes to watch for a while, leaving Gentaro with a quick pinch either side of his waist. He jolts so hard, the hair on his left side falls out of place. He mumbles an apology to the poor stylist, eyeing Dice’s retreating smile in the mirror.

In a moment to himself, Gentaro tries to retuck his blouse, smooth out the uneven bunching of ruffles. He doesn’t notice when Dice slips behind him, when he grips onto Gentaro’s hips—too easily accessible through these pants—and squeezes. Gentaro yelps, drops to a crouch to dislodge the ticklish pulses. When he turns with narrowed-eyes, he finds himself alone.

Although Dice has been able to startle a reaction out of him several times today, calling these occurrences ‘uncommon’ would be nothing short of a lie. In his extended stay at Gentaro’s apartment, Dice has been very — thorough in his exploits of Gentaro’s unending sensitivity. One could say that once he got a reaction, he couldn’t will himself to stop.

Also a lie. Well, a half-truth to be more precise.

While it had been Dice’s curiosity and willingness to take a chance that led to the discovery, he didn’t act on his newfound information much at all. While a very physically affectionate lover, he would never go so far as to touch Gentaro in a way that caused discomfort or distress.

No, absolutely not. And so despite many implicit hints and invitations, Gentaro found himself having to get very explicit.

He didn’t dislike Dice’s teasing touch.

No, quite the opposite actually.

It was flustering to a degree Gentaro couldn’t imagine, but…Dice got the message.

He got it loud and clear, and now here they are.

In a game of cat and mouse; Gentaro’s eyes darting toward every movement, hands enveloping his torso at the slightest noise. The fabric on his skin is light, breathable, and silky to the touch; impossible to ignore. His stomach swoops nervously, broiling with anticipation—borderline excitement.

Oh, the monster he’s created.

———

After two hours of lights, cameras, make up, hair, and such; things are finally starting to wrap up.

Gentaro can see the end’s approach easily due to experience. It always comes in the form of Ramuda’s name. Called out by a weary photographer and followed in turn by their leader’s sing-song reply, skipping happily out of the dressing room and into the limelight.

Ramuda’s solo shots are always saved for the end. One must save the best for last, of course.

That being so, it would be a good idea to begin making preparations to leave.

Gentaro can feel the pinpricks in his legs as he slides them off the dressing room couch, uncurling from his seated position. He kicks out, pointing his toes in a stretch, arching his back and spine. The relief pushes a quiet sigh from his lips, leaves him sagging back into the cushions for a moment, suddenly drained.

Time spent in the presence of others can already be tiring, but the looming eyes of Chuohku make things far more intense. Gentaro can find peace in having his posse with him, but the sooner he can get these clothes folded, the sooner he gets his regular attire back—the sooner he’ll be home and out from under the Party’s prying gaze.

It takes Gentaro a few attempts to rise to his feet. His center of balance equals out as Dice makes his way into the room. The timing is very lucky, Gentaro gets barely a greeting out before his arm is in Dice’s hold. Before he’s swung around, in a blur of cobalt blue and floral print.

His back hits the wall with a dull thud. Not hard enough to hurt—Dice would never—but enough to have his breath catch in his throat. The way Dice leans into Gentaro’s personal space—hand still firmly gripped around his wrist, pinning it to the wall beside his head—makes getting air back a bit difficult.

“Hey Gen,” Dice breathes, a soft smile on his lips that completely contradicts the situation, and makes Gentaro melt all the more for it.

“Hello, Dice.” Gentaro’s hesitation is hardly noticeable.

“Whatcha up to?”

It’s so casual — the way Dice speaks, despite their position which has Gentaro’s brain buzzing like radio static. Strangely, it’s somewhat placating, in a way.

“Well — I’d intended on tidying up while Ramuda’s away…” Gentaro musters up a teasing smile, a lighthearted jab. “If you’re attempting to have me fold your clothes for you, I’m afraid I’ll have to stop you right there—”

Dice laughs. The sound does strange things to Gentaro’s heartbeat. Difficult to miss while it thrums so vividly in his ears.

“No, not that.” Dice smiles. Gentaro can’t help but return it.

“But could I—uh—do one thing? Before you go?”

Gentaro can take a fairly good guess at what Dice is referring to.

He shuffles, wrist rotating the smallest bit in Dice’s hold. His grip is strong, warm, and noticeably firm. Dice hasn’t moved, not an inch from his close lean over Gentaro, but he’s suddenly all that Gentaro can see, smell, feel.

He’s trapped.

It’s invigorating.

Gentaro is somewhat proud of the light, careless hum he gets out. A flippant roll of the eyes before his gaze meets Dice’s.

“Oh fine, if you must.”

Dice laughs again. Gentaro feels that familiar swooping sensation.

“I’ve been dyin’ to do this all day.”

Despite the unaffected air Gentaro puts off, his body is already tensed up in wait. Free hand poised to the side, ready to fend off Dice’s experienced fingers. His waist, hips, stomach; they’re all compromised in this outfit, leaving him more vulnerable than even his home loungewear would allow. It’s anyone’s guess as to where Dice may strike.

Which makes it extra shocking when Dice suddenly drops Gentaro’s wrist. When he slips both hands, with a pre-planned speed, into the gaps of Gentaro’s billowing sleeves and under his outstretched arms.

Gentaro is able to clamp his lips together before Dice’s fingers make contact. It makes muffling his surprised shout marginally easier. The same can’t be said for his limbs.

Before he can even think about it, Dice has found his rhythm, spidering feather-light strokes beneath his arms. His fingertips are gentle, calloused, and so very effective in their unpredictable movements.

Gentaro’s shoulders lock up. He chokes back the bubbling wave of laughter, then clamps his arms down in attempted self-defense.

Immediately after, his spine snaps off the wall. Thrusting his torso flush against Dice, leaning in to cover him. He tosses his head back, a squeaky cry pathetically stifled as the feelings grow exponentially.

It takes all of Gentaro’s remaining brainpower to lessen the pressure of his arms against his sides, to bring his elbows a centimeter out from his waist. Because when he tries blocking Dice’s fingers—

Gentaro bites his lip against a particularly loud squeal; Dice using one finger on each hand to vibrate into the center of each hollow. Oh, please.

—when he tries to guard himself, he just pushes Dice’s fingers deeper.

“Mph! D-Dice!”

It’s debilitating. Dice rarely has access to his bare skin in most situations, but this may very well be a first for both of them. The skittering touch under his arms has Gentaro squirming, shaking. Every time his arms twitch down to stop it, he’s stuck muffling louder laughter at the added pressure he’s made for himself.

It’s all Gentaro can do to hold as still as possible; minimize the jerky, impulsive movements. But it’s so hard, and he’s quickly losing the battle with his volume as well.

What were once small, nondescript sounds are now squeaking—almost whining—noises. As Dice continues his careful track, sweeping soft fingers around and around and around each twitching hollow.

It takes Dice vocalizing aloud to get Gentaro to lift his head from the wall, blink one teary eye open and get a look at him.

Dice is smiling sweetly—no doubt a much nicer look than the hot flush and wobbly smile Gentaro’s trying to control—with his head tilted to the side. It leaves his neck and shoulder open, right at Gentaro’s head level.

He takes the invitation for what it is.

Gentaro quickly buries his face into the side of Dice’s neck. If he had the mind to think and the hindsight to see, he might have considered if this was well-meant aid or a well-sprung trap. It really depends how much credit Gentaro decides to give Dice. His scheming side is somewhat lacking.

Either way, it makes things much more manageable, and far less embarrassing when Dice’s fingertips turn to nails and Gentaro finally breaks, spilling surprised giggles into the other’s skin.

“Dihihice! What—whahat are you—ahahahaha! Wait! Th-that isn’t fahahahahahair!”

Dice had never kept his nails long before, not for so long as Gentaro has known him. He had no use for them, and it was much easier to keep clean with nails as short as can be. But he’s taken to growing them out, just a tad, for…special situations.

Situations where Gentaro is foolish, careless. Usually in the comfort of his own home, in clothes that make it too easy for Dice. To touch, caress. Warm hands over soft skin that finds another’s touch one part foreign to ten parts addictive.

Situations where the small scratch of a nail can amp the feeling of a tingle to a spark.

“Dihice, pl-plehease. I—aha! Oh no, oh pleheheHEHEHEASE!”

It’s so much easier to hide; in the warm, familiar grip of Dice’s embrace. Where he can smother his keening laughter and sudden gasps. No care in the world for his pink cheeks and ruffled hair, so embarrassingly genuine after the painstaking process of making him ‘modelesque.’

Where all he has to focus on is the rippling movement, scratching up and down the dips beneath his arms. A constant, offset graze on hypersensitive skin; gentle as can be but more than enough to drive Gentaro past the point of composure.

All too quickly, Gentaro feels his knees go weak. His back slips down the wall a fraction, hands gripping onto Dice reflexively.

Dice responds in kind, keeping him stable, then going the extra step forward. Literally.

He steps until there’s no space between them. Until Gentaro can be held up with no need for his own legs; just the cool, sturdy wall behind him and Dice’s chest against his own. He’s surrounded by Dice’s warmth, by his scent. It’s been only minutes, but Gentaro is panting for breath.

“Hey,” Dice mutters, softly, once Gentaro can focus on him. He tugs his hand free, chuckling along to the author’s stray giggle, before reaching up to cup his cheek. His thumb strokes habitually, eyes staring deep into Gentaro’s — searching. Always searching. Making sure he’s okay.

And he is. Better than okay. That’s not a lie, it can’t be, and the way Gentaro narrows his eyes, sends a challenging smirk Dice’s way — makes that abundantly clear. Dice drops his gaze, laughing to himself. Then he straightens up, thumbs the moisture from the side of Gentaro’s face.

“As I was saying…” Dice trails, locking eyes with Gentaro as he speaks. Watching the way they widen, lips pressing together, when his remaining hand flexes.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

#bee stuffs #side note I’ve never played arb #I just love their aquarium fits ✨#tickling #tickle fic #dhfhhfhdjd I don’t wanna tAG THIS #Hypmic #Dice #Gentaro #Gendice #Daigen #ticklish!Gentaro #this may be the first FP tickle fic and that’s the only thing I can be proud about #✌🏼

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