#I guess the one thing I had planned to Happen suddenly not happening was v disappointing :D

[mostlykind]

birthdays, new years, eid…… why do they all bring a wave of sadness with them :(

[joelalorian]

Tides of Desire - Chapter Nine: Close Quarters

*mood board by the lovely @/janaispunk. divider by the equally lovely @/saradika-graphics

Pairing: Yacht Captain!Joel Miller x f!reader

Series Summary: TLOU no outbreak AU. Joel Miller is a luxury yacht captain running charters in the Caribbean. You join the crew as a deckhand and unexpectedly complicate Joel's peaceful existence. Basically the TLOU bunch on a Below Deck yacht.

Chapter warnings: 18+ MDNI, fluff, stolen kisses, terms of endearment (sweetheart, etc.), outdoor/semi-public sex, unprotected p in v, fingering, oral (m receiving). Smallish age gap (reader is 32 or so, Joel is 40). No use of y/n, though reader is of British descent and has the nickname Brit (occasionally used).

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Chapter Nine: Close Quarters

“She agreed to meet for drinks,” Tommy declared as he entered the crew mess after the charter guests deboarded, his fit body vibrating with excitement. He stole half of the sandwich you just made with a cheeky grin before sliding in next to you at the table.

“Oy!” You slapped his hand too late; he already shoved it in his fat gob. “Bloody fucking menace. Did you annoy her to death, so she agreed just to get you to go away?”

He turned puppy dog eyes on you, so like his brother, and pouted. It must be a Miller family trait to have perfected that look. Sarah was just as good at it, too. “Rude.”

You laughed, bumping his shoulder playfully. He annoyed you like an older sibling, and you got over it just as quickly. “So, Maria is sticking around for a bit? Where are you going to take her?”

Tommy ran a hand through his long, dark hair. “Yeah, she’s staying in San Juan for another few days. I’m thinking Caribar at Caribe Hilton. I need to impress her.”

Your eyes widened. That was an upscale resort with expensive food and drinks. He was going all out for this woman. “Wow. I’m sure she’ll love it.”

His hands suddenly began fidgeting. “I haven’t taken dating seriously in a real long time. And she’s unlike anyone I have dated before. She’s way outta my league. I’m scared shitless,” Tommy admitted. Turning desperate eyes on you, he added, “Would you and Joel come along? Make it a double date kinda thing? I’ll be less nervous that way.”

You weren’t sure it was a great idea, but Tommy looked like a nervous little boy at the thought of going on an actual date without some type of backup. “Are you sure you want us there? It won’t cramp your style?”

“Please? You can leave whenever you want, just be there to help get the conversation flowing until I get comfortable. Or drunk. Whichever happens first, I guess.”

Shrugging, you tilted your chin toward the upper decks. “Let me run it by Joel, I guess. I’m not sure if he’s ready to put our relationship out there like that yet. And going on a double date with you and Maria would definitely put it out there.”

“I already ran it by him – he’s ok with it if you are.”

There went any excuse you could have thought of. If Joel was okay with it, how could you ever say no. You felt giddy at just the thought of going on a double date with him. That one night in the hotel being the closest thing you’ve had to a date in far too long. “That settles it. We’re going on a double date! Just keep it on the down low amongst the crew, yeah?”

“Keep what on the down low?” Sarah chimed in as she entered the crew mess for a snack. Each of you should have been doing work to turnover the boat for the next charter, but it seemed like everyone was feeling a bit peckish.

Tommy glanced at you and winked. “I asked Maria out and she said yes.” Sarah screeched in response, throwing her arms around Tommy. “That’s great! Where are you taking her? Tell me everything!”

You left the two of them to gush over Tommy’s plans and made your way up to the main deck to see what needed done still. The next couple of hours passed in a flash, the washdown keeping you busy. Joel held you back after the tip meeting – the guests left a huge tip after your heroic actions.

“Did Tommy talk to you?” His voice rough like sandpaper on fresh cut wood, causing a delightful chill to wash down your back.

“Mmhmm. You sure you want to do this?”

You held yourself back from reaching for him – it was torture, but you stayed strong. Joel glanced around the main salon confirming that it was empty but for the two of you. His head dipped, closing the distance between you, and placed a chaste kiss on your lips.

“Yes, I’m sure.” A mischievous look flashed in his dark eyes, and he swatted your ass before departing for the bridge, leaving you giggling like a lovesick teen as you made your way below deck. Your phone buzzed in your pocket. Pulling it out, you giggled at the text from Joel.

JM: We’re going on a date!

By the time you showered and readied yourself for a nice evening out, the news of Tommy’s date – and your and Joel’s roles in it – was old news to the rest of the crew. Talia eyed you knowingly, her mysterious and quiet nature made you believe she saw a lot more than she let on. Sarah and Tess teased you, true to form. Jake just looked at you blankly, leaving you wondering if he was jealous.

“Make sure he pays!” Sarah demanded. “Do not take your wallet out under any circumstances.”

She was so adamant that her dad better treat you well that it left you with an aching belly from laughing so hard.

“I’m serious! He’s got it in his head that he’s a feminist and I’m afraid he thinks that means women should pay their own way. DO NOT let him get away with that, not on a Captain’s salary. You hear me?”

Your hands flew up in surrender, eyes wide at her earnest tone. “Understood. He pays. No exceptions.”

Satisfied, Sarah changed the conversation to compliment your choice in attire. You opted for the classiest dress you packed, a form fitting but not indecent black number that you had tucked away in your closet for years. It was definitely your go-to little black dress and it had been severely under-utilized for the past couple of years. You paired the dress with strappy heels – nothing too high, you didn’t want to break an ankle – and your long hair flowed over your shoulders in natural, beachy waves. Your makeup was subtle and classy, just a hint of color on your eyelids and lips to accentuate your tanned skin, a definite benefit of working outside.

“You look gorgeous,” Tess said as you did one last spin for them.

“Yeah, Dad’s gonna stumble all over his words when he sees you,” Sarah added, hugging you.

You blushed, picturing Joel staring at you in adoration, complimenting you with a nervous hitch in his deep, rumbling voice. Damn, arousal already built in your lower belly at just the thought. You were in for a delightfully torturous evening.

“Have I mentioned how beautiful you look tonight?” Joel breathed in your ear as you followed Tommy into the resort. “I’m going to have a hard time keeping my hands off you at the table.”

“Who said you had to?” you teased in return, enjoying the warmth of his hand at your back. “And yes, you have, but please don’t stop. You look sinfully gorgeous tonight as well.”

Joel grinned, dark eyes twinkling behind thick framed glasses, his lush curls artfully falling into place atop his head. Your fingers ached to run through them, twist them around your slim digits. Part of you longed to dash away, get a room, and keep Joel to yourself for the night. But one glance at Tommy’s anxious smile, dark eyes scanning the outdoor tables in search of Maria, and you knew the pair of you would never be able to sneak away.

“Ah, there she is!” Tommy exclaimed, spotting Maria at a table tucked into a corner of the open-air seating area. He surged forward, soft breeze ruffling his long curls. You squeezed Joel’s hand, hanging back to let Tommy greet his date without the pair of you hovering over them.

“I’ve never seen him like this,” Joel’s voice rumbled in your ear. “He must really like her.” Your head bobbed in agreement, turning to smile at him. Your faces were so close, the miniscule distance between you reduced further as Joel tilted his head, capturing your lips in a soft kiss. “Mmm, I really like you.” Joel’s lips pecked yours after every word.

“Come on already, love birds!” Tommy called, waving to you from his seat next to Maria.

“Nice to see you both again,” Maria greeted as you sat, her dark, smooth skin beaming with happiness.

Dinner was lovely, conversation flowing with a natural ease among the four of you. Maria and Tommy were equally enamored with each other and before long you and Joel were left chatting amongst yourselves.

“Want to get outta here?” Joel’s fingertips teased along the hem of your dress, stoking the fire that started building within you hours ago.

“Fuck yeah, I do.” Your chair nearly toppled backwards from the force with which you stood. Joel barely mumbled an excuse to his brother as you dragged him away, waving at Maria and Tommy over your shoulder.

A visceral need for him churned in your belly, skin buzzing as he dragged you around a few corners, backing you against a shadowed section of wall hidden from passersby and windows. Joel’s mouth was on you instantly, teeth nipping at your lips and scraping at your neck as he tasted your skin.

“Joel.” You drew his name out in a long, low moan as his fingers slid beneath the hem of your sundress and dipped past your panties. You were throbbing, wet and waiting for his expert touch. It had been too long since the last time you were together like this, the night at the hotel feeling like a distant memory.

“Sweetheart, all this for me?” His fingers left you briefly, bringing them up to his eyeline. Joel stared at the glaze on them, before slipping them into his mouth to suck at the irrefutable evidence of your arousal. “Fucking Christ, you taste good. Like nectar from a god damn peach.”

Joel made quick work of removing your panties, shoving the strip of fabric in his pocket as his lips met yours. A gasp left your lungs when his fingers sank knuckle deep inside you, his thumb teasing at your clit. The bundle of nerves already over sensitized, Joel made you come within minutes, his mouth swallowing your moans and whines.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Coming on my damn fingers already. So sexy.” Joel’s voice, rough with arousal, talked you through it, lips still touching yours as you breathed the same breaths. His free hand worked at his pants, setting his hardened cock free from its confines. “Need you, sweetheart. Now.”

“Oh, fuck.” Knees already weak from your orgasm, you hiked one leg up around his hip while he supported you, grasping your ass to hike you further up. Joel slipped inside, stretching your warm, wet walls with the sheer size of him. “Joel, love, you feel so good.”

Part of you couldn’t believe you were letting Joel fuck you against a wall in public. It was something you’d never done before – you were adventurous, sure, but not that adventurous. The other part of you didn’t give a shit. You were with Joel, the hard press of his body moving against yours bringing you both immense pleasure, and that was all that mattered.

Hands buried in those lush curls, you keened. “Faster, please.” Already on edge, you needed as much of Joel as you could get. “I’m so close.” His hips lurched in response, snapping faster, harder as his mouth latched onto the skin at the base where your shoulder met your neck. The sharp nip of his teeth followed by the gentle swipe of his tongue soothing the spot sent you over the edge. “Fuck, Joel!”

“Shhh,” he hushed you, fucking you through the height of your orgasm as your walls choked his cock. His thrusts became erratic, muscles flexing as he lost control. Your name flowed beautifully from his lip while his cum painted your walls. You stayed connected, chests heaving, and concrete wall cool against the heated skin of your back, as you both came down from the heights of ecstasy for several minutes.

“That was…”

“Yeah…”

There were no words.

The breeze shifted, carrying a slight chill in the night air, and you finally separated to right yourselves. Holding your hand out for your panties once Joel tucked himself away, you laughed when he just patted his pocket with a shake of his head. “Nah, I’m keepin’ ‘em.”

“Naughty,” you teased, grasping his hand as you walked.

The yacht was lit up when you made it back, the rest of the crew on the sundeck, dancing and carrying on. Laughter and buzzed conversations carried through the air as you and Joel quietly boarded without anyone seeing you. You knew you should join them on deck, but your heart ached to stay near Joel as long as you could. Joel seemed to feel the same.

Hand in his, you followed him through the interior to the bridge, brows shooting up when Joel merely nodded to Frank and dragged you around the corner to his quarters. You could hardly meet Frank’s knowing gaze as you passed.

“Joel, what –”

He silenced you with a finger against your lips, still puffy from the shared moments against the wall. “I’m not ready to let you go,” he murmured, shutting the door behind you. Large hands deftly removed your dress and bra, tossing them aside before slipping a fresh tee shirt over your head. “You’re staying here tonight, okay?”

Eyes widened comically, you merely nodded as Joel stripped down to his boxer briefs and pulled you into bed with him. You expected him to lead you somewhere quiet and private, but certainly not as private as his quarters. Settled beneath the soft sheet next to him, nothing in your life ever felt as right as laying there in Joel’s arms, his lips pressing tender kisses to your forehead. You only hoped he didn’t come to regret it in the morning.

The sky beyond the porthole was still dark, the first hints of dawn not yet peeking through when Joel drifted into wakefulness, your warm body tangled with his. Nose buried in your hair, he breathed in your scent, one hand caressing the soft, supple skin of your hips while the other cradled your head. He could not recall ever feeling such contentment, his heart fit to burst with emotions.

Joel’s hands continued wandering as he became lost in thought, imagining more moments like this with you. He could not wait to further explore things with you during the off season. You came in and set his life upside down in the best way possible when he least expected it. Falling in love did not come easy to Joel, but with you, it was effortless. He was falling whether he wanted to or not, it was inevitable and unstoppable.

You stirred beneath his touch when his hand dipped between your thighs, thick fingers teasing at your slit, already wet and ready for him. The sleepy moans you let out as he rubbed your clit hit his ears like a symphony. Joel continued fingering you until you were fully awake, clutching at him as he drew an orgasm from you.

“Joel,” you breathed his name into the dark room, mouth pressed to his neck, tasting the saltiness of his skin. “What’s gotten into you?” His hands were everywhere, mapping your body, committing it to memory.

“You.”

Mind still foggy with a mix of pleasure and sleep, you stared at him, perplexed. “What?”

“You. You’re what’s gotten into me,” he replied with a soft chuckle, pulling you impossibly closer. “You wriggled your way into my life, beneath my skin, into my heart. Now you’re in my bed. Of course, I’m going to take advantage of that.” You were looking at him with such softness in your eyes, he knew you felt the same.

Your hands wandered as he spoke, body still buzzing from the aftereffects of your orgasm, and finally wrapped around his rapidly hardening cock. “Yes, taking advantage of that sounds like a good plan.”

Joel laid back, letting you take control, your touch setting him ablaze. Shuffling down toward the foot of the bed, you took him in your mouth, and he whined at the wet warmth encasing him. He couldn’t take his eyes off you as you worked him, taking as much of him as you could until his tip hit the back of your throat, tongue working along the bottom of his shaft and swirling around the head. He wouldn’t last long like that, hands grasping your arms to gently pull you up.

“Why’d you stop me? I was enjoying myself,” you sassed, climbing up Joel’s broad form, thighs settling on either side of his hips.

“So was I, but I didn’t want to blow my load so quick. You’re too good at that, beautiful girl.” You were painfully gorgeous in the pre-dawn light, the glow of your skin ethereal in the moonlight. He kissed you, tongue licking into your mouth to tangle with yours as you wriggled your hips until the broad head of his cock was perfectly notched to slip inside you.

You sank down on him, moaning into the kiss as you began to ride him with a slow rocking of your hips. Unlike last night, where the pair of you worked each other hard and fast from the overwhelming need of the moment, every movement this morning was lazy and loving, a slow build of pleasure until you came with a gasp, Joel exploding inside you shortly after.

Words were on the tip of his tongue as you clung to each other afterwards, drowsy and sated, but Joel swallowed them. Too soon, he reminded himself.

Sleep pulled you both back under for a couple hours until all hell broke loose.

tbc

[kaigarax]

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Yami Sukehiro x Reader

Quote: “Fall in love with someone that brings wonder into your life.”

“What’re you doing here?” Yami asked, taking a seat beside you.

You raised a brow, “I didn’t realise the pub was a place I wasn’t allowed to visit.”

“Never said that.” shrugged Yami before turning to the bartender and gesturing for him to bring whatever you were drinking as well.

“Then what did you mean?” You asked.

“Just that this isn’t a place that a noble Captain of a Magic Knight squad goes.”

“You’re here.”

“I’m not a noble.”

“And I am?”

Yami laughed, “the one and only here.”

The bartender was quick to bring Yami a drink of alcohol from the top shelf. It was one of those weird drinks that swirled multiple colours and was served only to those with a high level of mana. A drink strong enough to take a grown man out for a week and just happened to be very expensive.

Of course you liked drinking expensive things.

Yami did know of a few other nobles that frequented this bar. Most of them weren’t from the upper class families though and often order entire bottles instead of spending an evening here as you seemed to plan on doing.

There were a few Magic Squad Captains, apart from himself, that came here but they were few and far between. Even Yami didn’t come here often.

“How many drinks have you had?” Yami asked, eyeing the half empty mug of alcohol in your hand.

“Why’re you so curious?"

“Who says I’m curious?”

You leaned in towards him so suddenly that Yami thought you might have been going in to stab him. Instead, being the ever rational person you were, you grabbed his hand. “Your feelings say you’re curious.”

Yami eyed you curiously, “you aren’t wearing your gloves.”

“Didn’t want to.”

“Come on, you’re probably drunk.” Yami sighed, “come on. Let’s get you back before something bad happens. Wouldn’t want Vengeance worrying over you like a mother hen and I definitely don’t need Fugeleon scolding me.”

Yami found your hands were surprisingly warm as they slid down from his hand to his wrist.

You smiled, “you’re a lot nicer than anyone thinks.”

“And you’re a lot meaner.”

“Your mind agrees, but your heart doesn't.”

“And what does my heart say?”

“That while you’re a little annoyed your curiosity definitely beats out that annoyance. And sure, you came here wanting to unwind a bit but ultimately you’d rather entertain yourself by speaking with someone like me instead of drinking alone.” You gave a playful wink, “why else would you be here?”

Yami rolled his eyes, “neat little tick you have there.”

“Oh, I don’t need to use ‘tricks’ to figure out how you’re feeling. I can see it all right here.” you pointed to his face, “your eyes are very expressive. Always giving away what you’re really thinking and feeling.”

“I’m going to get Vengeance if you keep being such an ass.”

“Ah yes,” you looked off into the distance, “William.”

Yami raised a brow, “not very fond of him, are you.”

“It’s not that I dislike him or anything. It’s just sometimes he’s a little too…”

“Overbearing? Clingy? Obnoxiously positive?” Suggested Yami.

“Yeah. I guess you could say it’s been a pretty bad week. I don’t really want someone to just come in and tell me everything will get better eventually. Sometimes I think things are just better the way they are. Even if those things mean being not in a-so-great mood.” you explained.

Yami held up his mug, “well I can toast to that.”

You lifted your mug up to his own, tapping them together slightly, before downing the rest of what you had in your mug.

Yami was used to people drinking, Vanessa happened to be one of the biggest alcoholics in the Kingdom, but he hadn’t been expecting you to be so adverse to the effects. He was already feeling the lightheartedness that comes with a buzz and his cheeks were likely flushed. You, on the other hand, looked rather unaffected. Your eyes weren’t hazy and your gaze was direct. Maybe you were drinking something different?

Whatever.

You always were a weird one.

“So what’s the deal with you and Vengeance anyway?”

“The deal?”

“You know, your relationship status and whatever. I mean, you can feel everyone’s feelings so don’t you know-”

You cut him off with a smirk, “you’d be surprised at what people feel. It isn’t always as cut and dry as you may think it to be.”

“How so?”

“People like William, who don’t have strong feelings, are rather complex creatures. Everything feels rather similar. There are delicate differences like a twinge here or a slight edge there. It’s like the difference between teal and aqua. They’re different colours but don’t have much of a difference from a distance.” you explained, “get it?”

“Not even slightly.” Yami shrugged, “So, how are my feelings?”

“You’re very expressive, just as I said.”

“No but didn’t you just say everyone’s feelings are at different levels?”

You nodded.

“Then how do mine feel?”

“Oh,” you flushed, turning away from Yami and towards the bartender as he refilled yours and his mug.

Yami leaned forward, now suddenly intrigued at your sudden change in demeanor, “do they get your stomach tied in knots or something?”

“It’s just… that’s a rather intimate question.”

“Well you just finished explaining Vengeance's feelings so it can’t be that intimate, unless-”

“No. Definitely not.” you huffed, “and besides I didn’t describe how his feelings are. Just how people in general feel.”

“Whatever.”

You raised your mug to your lips before taking a long gulp. Was the alcohol hitting you now? Your cheeks weren’t yet flushed but it would probably take a few minutes before your system could fully take it in.

“So.” Yami said expectantly.

“So what?”

“Are you going to tell me or not?”

“Why should I?”

“Because I asked nicely.” Yami rolled his eyes, “do you need another reason?”

“Yes actually. I’m not some kind of toy that people can pass around to tell them whatever their feelings. I happen to be a person with feelings as well.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed.” teased Yami.

You elbowed him lightly, “come on.”

“So do you want me to pay you or something?”

“Of course not!”

“Then what?”

“Hmm,” you brought the mug back to your lips, taking another long drink. You looked rather deep in thought. Your eyes narrowed slightly and your eyebrows scrunched closely together. Yami found himself wanting to reach over and smooth the creases in your forehead but decided against it at the last second. He wasn’t some weirdo.

His decision to pull away at the last second though ended up with his arm awkwardly in the air between the two of you.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

Yami cleared his throat, feeling a flush crawl up his neck, “there was a fly in the air.”

You smiled, “of course you did.”

“You and your little tricks.” huffed Yami.

“Alright,” you placed your mug down on the counter with certainty, “I'll describe your feelings but only if you promise to do something for me.”

“As long as it's nothing to do with Nozel. My brain is literally going to melt if I have to deal with another one of his outbursts.”

“I actually find his outbursts rather amusing.”

“That’s because you’ve never been on the receiving end.”

“Well regardless, this doesn't have to do with him.”

“So what is it that you want? I’m not paying your tab or anything am I?”

“Of course not and it shouldn’t be embarrassing either.”

Yami eyed you suspiciously, “how… reassuring.”

“Very~” you reached into the small bag pulling out a wad of gold coins, “so what kinds of things are you willing to do?”

The bartender came back to count the coins you’d left for him.

“Anything.” answered Yami.

The bartender tried to hand over extra coins to you but you pushed them back towards the bartender before turning to look at Yami, “anything? Well then-”

Yami cut you off, “anything within restraint. Like I said before, nothing that’ll get me in trouble.”

“Great!” you smiled, grabbing Yami’s hand and running out of the bar with him.

You smiled in a way that Yami hadn’t seen you smile. Your eyes glimmered with excitement and untold secrets.

You’d always been childish but Yami can’t recall the last time you’d actually looked so young.

You were one of the younger captains but the age difference hadn’t actually occurred to Yami until right now. You didn’t have the same stress lines you did before. No worry or stress evident upon your features. It was almost like seeing a different side of you.

The two of you ran through the alleyways of the streets and eventually came out upon the edge of the city. A large clearing that seemed to disappear far into the distance where it met with the sky.

“What are we doing here?” Yami asked.

“I wanted to see the sky.”

“And so you dragged me along to see?”

“Of course. You said anything, after all and I wanted to see the sky.” you explained.

“So why did we have to run all the way here?”

“Because it’s easier to feel other people’s emotions when they’re not around other people and while they’re tired.”

“And why couldn’t you explain that to me before running off?”

“Because sometimes you gotta just go with the flow.”

“Is that what you were doing?” Yami asked, amusement bubbling up in his chest.

“Of course!” you smiled in a way that sent butterflies to his stomach, “doing things just because you can when you can is what makes the best little moments in life. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Yami nodded.

“Isn’t the sky beautiful tonight?” you asked.

Yami shrugged, “I guess.”

The sky did look rather nice today, but nothing very different from what he’s already seen. Perhaps there was something you saw that he didn’t?

“Girls are supposed to like pretty things like the stars, aren’t they?” Asked Yami.

“To be honest, I actually don’t think the stars are that pretty.” you shrugged, laying down on the ground and staring up at the sky, “kind of mundane, really.”

Yami raised an eyebrow curiously, taking a seat beside you, “huh. And what’re some things you do find interesting?”

You smiled in a way Yami didn’t know you could, “people that spark.”

“That thing where there are tiny spots of flickering light?”

“No, that's sparkling. Very different from a spark?”

Yami snorted, “what’s the difference?”

“Sparkling, as you so brilliantly put it, is tiny specks of flicking light. A spark, on the other hand, is a single burst of light that often erupts into flames.” you explained, a gleam in your eyes.

“And how exactly do people spark?”

“Passion, heart and brilliance.”  The three mixed perfectly create the sensation known as ‘wonder’ or in other words, a spark.”

Yami laughed, “you’re so weird.”

“At least I don’t sit on the toilet all day,” you laughed, “that’s probably why your squad is always dead last in rankings. No Captain there to take care of them.”

“As if your squad is so good.”

“I’ll have you know that my squad ranks second, only after Golden Dawn.”

“Yeah, second in being tryhards.”

You tilted your head in confusion, “tryhards?”

“Don’t you know any modern lingo?” Yami rolled his eyes playfully, “it’s an insult to someone that tries too hard.”

“Huh. What a strange thing to say, especially since you, by the definition seem to be quite the tryhard yourself. Apart from Captain duties, of course.”

“Sweetheart, you’re talking to the King of Tryhards.”

“Didn’t you just say that being called a tryhard was an insult?”

“Nothing’s an insult when directed towards me.”

“Strange thing to boast about, but whatever suits you.” you sat up and once again snatched Yami’s hand. Your hands were pleasantly warm. Your fingers were softer than Yami’s own and left a pleasant tingling sensation as they moved down towards his wrist. “The moment right before the sun rises. Anticipation and determination. Survival and unknowing. You’re like a gentle breeze in the midst of a summer evening.”

Yami flushed, “nice trick.”

You rolled your eyes, “it’s not a trick.”

He interlocked his fingers with yours, “I know.”

Fall in love with someone that brings wonder into your life.

[mirai-e-jump]

Hero Vision Vol.1 (2000/Winter) Changerion Reunion Interviews ft. Takashi Hagino & Aizawa Kazunari (translations below)

Publication: December 31, 2000

Takashi Hagino & Aizawa Kazunari: After 4 years, a date in Harajuku

Hey you two, how are you doing these days? It's been 4 years since the end of the broadcast. You two had a fateful encounter in "Choukou Senshi Changerion," an unusual heroic show that still remains popular to this day. We asked Takashi Hagino and Kazunari Aizawa, who say they still get along well with each other, about their memories of those days, and what their future plans are.

Main Interview Section

"I'm going to say it now. I mean it, I'm really going to say it right now! Changerion was really entertaining! It was truly a masterpiece! Suzumura Akira, a happy go lucky, good natured, 182cm tall, cat eyed, beautiful private investigator, and his partner, Hayami Katsuhiko, a 183cm tall, hot blooded and direct individual with a handsome face, are both on the side of justice. Kuroiwa Shogo, the Dark Knight, is an elite who's handsome, also quite tall I guess, and is running for governor of Tokyo in order to seize control of the city. A slapstick comedy and super cool tokusatsu hero show, with a mixture of fiction and reality, something like this most definitely existed in 1996 Tokyo. On the day of this interview, I was so excited to hear their voices saying, "Good morning~!" The appearance of those two standing there looked really really cool! And so begins the converstions full of laughter between Takashi Hagino, who plays the main character Suzumura Akira, and Aizawa Kazunari, who plays his partner Hayami Katsuhiko."

-Casting!! Secret Stories?-

Hagino: At that time, the role was the same as it always was, wasn't it? I went to a party at some production company, and someone was like, "Ah, you there," and told to come in for an audition. When I went to it, Shirakura-san, the producer, and Nagaishi-san, the main director, were smiling ear to ear once they saw me. I remember thinking, "What, why are you smiling like that?" I was 22 at the time of my debut, so it was about 5-6 years after I dropped out of high school. Before that, the movies that came out around that time made me think that acting was really interesting.

"You've also appeared in a V-Cinema that contains slightly adult content."

Hagino: It's bad. Please don't watch it (laughs). Watch something else where I look cool.

Kazunari: For me, I had just started acting, and my manager took me to Toei's head office to introduce myself. I announced that I was new and would be in their care, and then a strange old man came up to me and said, "Are you the one?" (everyone laughs).

Hagino: Wait! Was he trying to flirt with you?!

Kazunari: Uh, no, you see, my shoelaces became untied in the hallway, so I had to sit on the floor to retie them. He came up to me and said, "What's wrong?" I said, "Ah, no, I'm an actor," and he said, "Come with me then!" Things got carried away, and before I knew it, I went in for an audition.

Hagino: So, who was that guy?

Kazunari: He was……a really good guy to say the least, I actually don't remember his name.

Hagino: You're terrible! (laughs).

Kazunari: No, no. Look, it's because, it's just…anyway, so, at first, I was reading the script without knowing which one of us would play the role. Then, when it was down to just a few people, they asked me, "Which role do you want to play?" I was like, "Well, Hayami, I guess." I wondered if this was it, and then I passed, I passed……huh.

Hagino: Can we get some more joy here?

Kazunari: Well, it's because I really didn't understand. I didn't really feel it when I was suddenly told that I got the job. What's more, I still had no idea how hard it was going to be. No, rather, you really don't know what's going to happen in this world.

"Thank goodness for untied shoelaces and nice people"

-I'm not awkward!-

Hagino: I was asked to read my lines in front of everyone. Naturally, the producer told me that in the future, he would never have me read my lines at the audition for a leading role ever again (everyone laughs). No, I thought it went really well, and while I was a favorite to play this role, somehow I was also the worst. One of the more important people there looked as if he was going "?" all while tilting his head. He looked really nervous. He said, "From now on, when we present leading role auditions to the higherups, we won't make them read lines." He also said, "If you go with this guy, then shut him up and pick him already."

"It's true, Akira's acting wasn't very good, and I felt so embarrassed watching that I wasn't even able to finish the first episode. But, I could never think of anyone else playing Suzumura Akira but Takashi Hagino, and I still think that way after seeing him again after four years."

Hagino: But, back then, I definitely had some momentum. I was always told "You're a perfect fit for the role of Akira!," and a part of me got carried away over it, it felt like my nose was growing just like Pinocchio, except this nose is of brilliant glass. If Pinocchio's nose was made of glass, it would be really beautiful and sparkling.

"He smiles cheerfully and says that such things give him "the power" to play a role."

Hagino: But, you know, it's going to break someday. When that happens, only then will you understand.

"Afterall, Akira, aren't you suppost to be an adult?"

-First Impressions-

Hagino: We first met in an elevator, right?

Kazunari: Yeah, it was in an elevator. When I was on my way to the audition area.

Hagino: I said, "Huh? What's with the long hair?"

Kazunari: Yeah, it was really long.

Hagino: Incredibly long, it was tied in a single knot, along with wearing black jeans and a black shirt. I noticed him and asked, "What floor?" He said, "8th floor, hurry it up."

Kazunari: You liar! No, I politely said, "I'm going to the 8th floor, please."

Hagino: Well, I don't know, I guess that's just how bad my impression of you was (laughs).

Kazunari: Somehow, I never thought that the two of us would be working together.

Hagino: Yeah, I had costume fitting, and they told me that my partner was coming, and then the absolute worst guy came walking in.

Kazunari: Hey now (laughs).

Hagino: Because we seemed so similar in type, I thought there was no way the two of us would be together. Then he came in. And, as you can see, he's handsome, incredibly so. And…uwah. He stands out just by standing still. I really have to do my best here. Even still, I feel good with this guy. I can't imagine anyone else, as I'm already spoiled being stuck with him.

"Oh? Hayami is smiling shyly as he listens."

-Dramatic Drunks-

Hagino: When we drink together, we end up staying up until morning, right?

Kazunari: Yeah, when I see him, all he does is drink.

Hagino: When drunk, this guy tries jumping backwards. He gets really mad. When he stomps, it makes a nice sound.

Kazunari: I see… (pretending not to know)

Hagino: I end up joining him (grinning)

Kazunari: It seems I do alot of unacceptable things.

Hagino: Not really. He says that like I'm trying to wring it out of him. Well, guess I'll just go home then… (walks straight past him)

Kazunari: I do drink abit too much.

Hagino: I feel like a fighter when it comes to alcohol. I'm trying not to lose my memory here.

Kazunari: This guy makes people drink all the time. He'll ask, "Want some sake?" It seems I don't drink for myself, rather, I only drink due to the influence of other people. (to Hagino) Hey, you, you're the reason I always end up getting drunk.

"As usual, they are the best of friends."

-Acting, Theatre and Films-

Kazunari: Basically, about halfway through Changerion's filming, my impression of him was, "Ah, this guy, he's actually really serious.

"Oh? Somehow, Akira looks very happy."

Hagino: That's because, you know, it took me a long time to properly get into the role.

Kazunari: In our current ranks, we don't get into such big roles on TV or movies. I often get a role at the last minute, and have to act on the spot, so I think that because I can practice for a month on stage, movies really require alot of power in comparison.

Hagino: It's definitely different from Changerion, where we could say, "Let's take our time and work on it." I won't be able to make it if I try to wing it. But, if you ask me if I can act in the moment, I can't play the role of a big shot, because I think it wouldn't come off as authentic, but it'll be the best I can do, so it's important to know how much you can work with in such a short period of time.

Kazunari: I think about it alot. When I get a role, I'll think about it for a long time, doing research by watching similar movies, reading books, and so on, then, build up an image. Finally, once on set, adjust it as I see fit.

Hagino: My perception of acting has changed. I'll still watch the videos, and think, "Wow, I really did it~." But, there are also scenes where I'll say, "Oh, I don't think I can do this now." There are so many scenes like that. Although, it's a great opportunity to get into the swing of things, because you end up transforming yourself. The more I got into the rhythm, my surroundings were also in rhythm, so I was able to stay on track. Changerion was a a unique experience, and I don't think I could have done it alone.

Kazunari: The final broadcast was on Christmas, right?

Hagino: For some reason, I don't want to talk about the final episode. It went something like, I drank alot before the shoot and just had alot of fun, since we basically had a day off…

"Does this mean you were having a rough time before the end of the broadcast?"

Hagino: No, no, that's not it. We had about four days off before we started shooting, and I'd never had such a holiday weekend before, so I got alittle too relaxed.

"Does that mean things ended on good terms?"

Hagino: Yeah ❤️, that's how it felt. That's why I don't want to remember.

Kazunari: Like-I-was-say-ing, you…

Hagino: No, no! For me it may be just a past memory, but it's an important one.

Kazunari: Yeah, it was alot of fun.

"Never ending stories and overflowing emotions. I was happy to meet them. Changerion, beyond time…and for all eternity."

[booboodaddysblog]

Longing

Warning: smut, kissing, spanking, biting, teasing, p in v, other entrance, jealousy, blood, tears, betrayal, argument

Word: 3015

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It all started in the evening, unexpectedly. No one thought it would end this way. One does not know who was really to blame in the whole affair.

Roberta watched Lizzie preparing drinks for the guests who were in the hotel bar.

She was leaning against the bar top, bored and lonely. She hadn't gone outside in a long time. James wanted her to be close to him all the time.

- How are you feeling? You don't look well - asked a worried Lizzie grabbing her hand.

- Ah I am not tired, I sleep well, but something is missing - she said sighing.

- Tell me about it, I have a few minutes - she smiled at her encouraging the conversation.

- It's not as easy as it may seem... I haven't seen James for two days. He wants me to be with him all the time, and he himself disappears without a word. It's really frustrating.

- Oh I understand. I guess how you feel. Why didn't you go outside? I think you would have felt better. Fresh air and a different environment always improves your mood. Ah and you can always buy some new clothes or thing. That improves the mood the most - laughed Lizzie.

- I admit you're right, but I promised James I wouldn't go out. I don't want to upset him.

- I see, then maybe at least talk to someone and not just watch me work all the time. I think James won't be angry when you exchange a few words with someone - she patted her on the shoulder.

- He sees everything, even when he's not next to me. He’s so overreacting. He is really unpredictable. You never know what will come to his mind - Roberta covered her face with her hands.

- In that case, I'll make you your favorite drink - laughed Lizzie.

- I finally hear what I wanted to hear!

Roberta was watching her friend prepare her drink when she suddenly felt a touch on her shoulder. She looked at the person standing next to her, opened her eyes wide and parted her lips in shock. She did not expect to see him in this place. In fact, he shouldn't be here.

- I am also happy to see you - said Colin with a broad smile.

- Colin...

- Yes, that's exactly me.

- What... why... what are you doing here? Why are you here? Why? - she said quickly and unintelligibly.

- I finished my work faster today. In general, I have been planning this for a long time. I wanted to see you - he said grabbing her hand.

- You shouldn't be here - she said in a whisper taking her hand away.

- Why? After all, nothing bad is happening - he said, raising an eyebrow.

- It's really nice that you think of me. I appreciate it. But James may see us, and he certainly won't be happy with such a view- she took her drink and moved ahead. She didn't even pay attention to whether Colin was following her or not. She headed toward the reception desk.

- Wait! Roberta! Talk to me! I don't like how you treat me! - followed her with a quick step.

- Please go away. It's really not a good idea for you to stay in this hotel. It is dangerous. You know where the exit is - Roberta stopped in the middle of the lobby and pointed to the exit door.

- So all that happened between us was a lie? All that you said was a lie? - he said with sadness.

- Please, go away and don't come back - she replied without looking at him.

- Do you have any idea that I can't stop thinking about you. You are in my head all the time. Your smile, the taste of your lips, the touch of your hands... I really suffer... - he tried to touch her again, she moved away.

- Colin... don't prolong this, go away, please - she felt a single tear running down her cheek.

Before she had time to react Colin gently wiped away her tear. He leaned over and kissed her, hugging her tightly. She tried to break free from his grasp. He was too strong and desperate. Finally, he let her go.

- You shouldn't have done that! James could have seen us! I beg you, go away! - she hit him in the chest with her fist - I don't want to know you anymore! Don't come near me! - she grabbed him by the sleeve of his coat and pulled him towards the hotel exit.

He didn’t resist, he followed her. He knew there was no point in arguing with her.

- Goodbye Colin! I wish you luck! - She walked away leaving him in front of the hotel.

For a long moment he stared at the door through which she had walked inside. He could not believe what had just happened.

He didn't understand why she treated him this way. It was as if he had done something wrong to her. He touched his chest, pulsing with pain, and closed his eyes.

- Fuck! Fuck! Why does it always have to be like this?! Why does everyone leave me?! Why?! - he shouted thinking he was alone.

Two men and a woman, stood at the entrance smoking cigarettes. They looked at him with astonishment.

- I'm sorry - he whispered and walked away toward the parking lot, where he had his car.

….

Roberta, breathing hard, crying and holding her heart, slid down the wall with her back and sat on the floor. She covered her face with her hands choking on her tears. She wondered how one person could feel so much in one moment. Sadness, longing, emptiness... all this combined with crying. Her body was shaking, she was short of breath. She began to look around to see if anyone could see what was happening to her. She was sitting by one of the pillars from the lobby. No one paid any attention to her. This evening the hotel was quite crowded. Although she felt sad and wished someone would comfort her... she preferred to be alone at this point.

Suddenly she felt a strong tug and was lifted. She looked in horror at James' black eyes. They had never been so black before. His face expressed indescribable anger. He was breathing heavily, clenching his fists on Roberta's red dress. He was trembling with anger. Suddenly he moved his lips as if he wanted to say something, but remained silent. He closed his eyes.

- I don't know what I deserved it. I don't know what I did wrong. I don't understand why such humiliation will befall me again - his voice was quiet but suspiciously calm. He closed his eyes again.

Roberta looked into his face waiting for his next move. He knew, he saw... she would pay for it... Something happened that she did not expect from someone she loved and from someone who claimed to love her. She felt a strong jerk again and her head hit the pillar with great force. Dizzy, she was unable to open her eyes. She would have fallen had it not been for James' hands still clamping down on her beautiful red dress. She felt a hot trickle of blood running down her neck, a burning pain at the point of impact and tears that still wouldn't stop flowing.

James grabbed her arm firmly and pulled her after him. He held her very tightly, and she knew that in this place she would post the marks of his fingers. She was already indifferent to it. She realized that she might not survive this night. She will stay here forever. As a ghost. She will finally have peace.

She could barely walk, she could see poorly through the tears flowing out from under her eyelids. James pulled her toward the elevators. They stopped only for a moment to wait for the doors of one of them to open. He pulled her inside and pressed her hard against the mirrored wall.

- Did you think I wouldn't know? Did you think I was blind and stupid? Why are you silent! You know I'm right, you know you have no chance with me! You have owned me since forever! From the moment your beautiful foot crossed the threshold of this cursed hotel! - James licked her tear - Your tears taste really bitter, the way your defeat tastes! - the elevator stopped.

James again grabbed her firmly by the arm and led her to his suite. He pushed her inside and locked the door.

Roberta fell to the floor, recoiling in pain. She watched in horror as James paced around the room. He poured himself a whiskey and drank it all at once.

- You know what I don't tolerate the most? Betrayal! Betrayal Roberta! You know it well, and yet you committed it! You betrayed me with someone so bland! With someone who doesn't grow up to match me! This is pathetic! You have humiliated yourself in my eyes! Who is he?! - he shouted throwing a glass at the wall. The glass splashed all over the room.

- James, I beg you not to hurt him. It's not his fault. I'm the one who messed with his head. It's my fault - Roberta tried to get up from the floor, but she still felt dizzy.

- This is not the answer to my question! Who is he?! I need to know that! Answer! - He picked her up and threw her on the bed.

- James, I beg you! Don't hurt him! I beg you!

- God damn you! Answer!

- He is a detective, his name is Colin.

James closed his eyes and drew in the air loudly. He began to laugh.

- What are you laughing at? What is wrong with you? Are you crazy? - Roberta tried to cover herself with a blanket lying on the bed.

- You chose someone so weak and hopeless to betray me? Detective! - he laughed again - I don't give a damn about his name, it doesn't matter and so he's a nobody!

- James please spare him - she said in a terrified voice.

He approached the bed, untying his tie.

- You think I'm going to waste my time to deal with such scum. Let him continue to exist. I have more important things on my mind. I have to punish you. I hope I can knock your stupid ideas out of your head - he climbed onto the bed holding his tie in his hands - Put your hands together - she did not protest, she immediately followed his command.

James tied the tie tightly around her wrists and tied the other end of the material to the headboard of his large bed.

- Good girl. Now you are at my mercy. I'll play with you until I decide I've had enough. Then I'll think whether I'll kill you or not - he began unbuttoning his shirt.

- James do what you want with me, but I beg you not to kill me! I beg you, I'll do anything! - she said in terrifying. Tears began to flow into her eyes again.

James grabbed the corset of her dress and ripped it off. Buttons spilled all over the bedroom. He licked his lips seeing that she had no bra underneath.

- Yes, such views I like. Splendid! You belong to me, only to me! - he ripped off the lower part of her dress and threw it behind him.

Roberta was left with only her panties and stockings. She shuddered in terrifying as she waited for his next move. He crawled slowly on top of her and hovered over her, resting his arms on either side of her head. He stared into her eyes, not even blinking.

- You have no idea how jealous I am?! How much pain you caused me?! Although I can't even feel anything... believe me I felt... anger... when that bastard kissed you and touched you... I thought I would kill him right away. I was unable to move. I watched this scene from a distance and waited. I concluded that I would solve this matter with you - he kissed her hard and sloppily, biting her lip.

Roberta felt the taste of blood in her mouth. At that moment she was really scared of James and at the same time still loved him.

He kissed her again, again violently. Without pulling his mouth away from her, he ripped off her panties and plunged his fingers between her pink folds.

- You are so wet, I think my punishments work well on you - he murmured into her mouth. He started kissing her neck. Without warning, he dipped two fingers into her hot entrance.

Roberta arched her back in a hatch and screamed. It hurt her. Usually he was more gentle. Today, however, she knew that she could not count on it. She must give in to him and not protest. She will survive this.

James moved his fingers quickly inside her. He kissed her body piece by piece. He felt the walls of her vagina clenched on his fingers.

- Don't even think about your pleasure. You will only deserve it when I say so - he pulled his fingers from her pulsing insides and turned her onto her stomach. He put his fingers covered with her juices into his mouth and purred.

He looked down at her with smile. She was toward back to him and helpless. He brought his hand up and forcefully administered a spanking to her, then another. Red imprints of his hand appeared on her buttocks. Roberta felt a burning pain, but remained silent. She did not want to make her already hopeless situation worse.

James wasn't done playing with her yet. He leaned over and bit her hard on her right buttock. He heard a scream.

- Do you like it? - she did not answer anything - I asked you a question! Answer it! - he gave her a spanking again.

- Yes, I like it, I deserved it! - she didn't like it one bit, she wanted him to give her a break already.

- That's good. I'm just starting - he entered her without warning. Deeply, all the length in, not giving her time to get used to his swollen cock. He started to move. Fast and hard. Each time he came out of her he administered another spanking. Her buttocks pulsed with pain, tears soaked the pillow she was cuddling her face into.

Suddenly she felt James' fingers where she didn't want to feel them. He spat on her other entrance and smeared saliva around. She closed her eyes tightly waiting for the next wave of pain. He slid his finger into her anus. She felt an unpleasant burning sensation, she was not prepared for it.

- James I beg you not to do it. It hurts. You are hurting me - she said in a weak voice.

- I'm sorry, but are you talking to me? You will not tell me what to do and what not to do! Be silent! Or not, I want to hear you scream! - she got another spanking and screamed - oh, you are amazing! So tight and only mine!

Roberta was already starting to feel pleasure instead of pain in both entrances. A pleasure that was growing inside her. She was afraid that she didn't manage to stop it.

- Ah Dearest! You make me feel like screaming, fucking you and screaming again! I think I'm about to come! I'm letting you too! - James moved very quickly and carelessly. He was no longer in control of his body. And the sounds he was making. He was loud, it's been a long time since he acted like this. He was unloading all his anger and frustration on Roberta. He was punishing her for betraying him.

He clamped his hands tightly on her waist, driving his fingers into her. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back and all of his semen was deep inside her hot insides. Roberta had an orgasm at the same moment as James. It was something incredible, powerful. They both screamed with delight and fulfillment.

James sank onto her back breathing hard. With one hand he reached to the headboard of the bed and untied the knot. Then he untied Roberta's wrists.

- Dearest! I hope this was the first and last time you committed such an unforgivable crime. But today I will forgive you and not kill you. I will leave you alive, I like your warmth and the blood in your veins. It excites me very much. Your very presence makes me constantly have an erection. You know very well how you affect me. I ask you not to betray me again. The next time... believe me, you will not survive. I will not regret your death - he left her and got out of bed. He headed for the bathroom.

Roberta lay there, breathing heavily and crying. She curled up achingly on the bed rubbing her injured wrists. She drew the blanket to her, covering her naked, trembling body with it.

- I'm sorry - she whispered in the direction James had moved away. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.

James did not return to her again that night. Roberta did not see him for the next few days. She did not leave her room. Lizzie brought her food to her room and talked to her a lot. She was the only one Roberta felt she could talk to. She was the only person who didn't judge her. She was her support and shoulder to cry on.

Colin called and wrote several times trying to talk to her, but got no response. He was consumed by the whirlwind of work and other activities. He tried to forget about her. However, it was not so easy.

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[writingrenna]

"The Most Important Meal"

Larry x GN!Reader

I just realized I keep writing Larry's xReaders as if we're following him (but not necessarily from his perspective). Dang, this man is a mystery, guess a part of me wants to figure him out :')

Next one, I'll force myself to write from your perspective, even though the next one I already had planned is... also... from his side.

Man 🐴

ALSO this takes place in Mesagoza OK BYE-

Tone/Ending: Silent Pining, Beginning of Something

Warnings: You are a stressed artist, Larry says the damn word to himself, and he drinks a cold coffee (like sitting out, not iced or whatever)

Word Count: A bit over 2,000

//V\\

Larry watched in silence at the person near the back of the Seabreeze Café. Someone he was vaguely familiar with was wildly chatting into their earpiece.

"No, I- I didn't mean to say eggshell white, I meant to say TITANIUM, titanium white, Ok? I apologize for misspeakin', I- yes, I know, I really mean it this time. TITANIUM, alright? I apologize for the inconvenience, I was thinkin' about the boarders on a previous project, won't happen again, promise."

Larry's chewing had slowed to a stop at this point, watching your eyes briefly widen in surprise before turning the headset off and sighing deeply, closing your eyes and tilting your head back. Usually, seeing someone stressed from work during his time away from the office made him cringe, but not this time.

Truthfully, he just liked hearing your voice and seeing you... do you.

Ok, maybe he cringed a little, internally.

He watched you rapidly tap your foot as if soothing yourself before your name was called at the counter.

Hearing that name made his heart flip in his chest.

He usually didn't pay much attention to the people around him, just as people didn't pay much attention to him, but seeing you every day made your odd little quirks jump out at him. He found himself mildly disappointed on the mornings he didn't see you, despite you never exchanging a single word to each other.

He let out a breath through his nose before continuing to chew, suddenly remembering he was eating breakfast.

He thought to himself, 'Larry, you better not start forgetting to eat lunch, then you'd have to talk to them.' He snorted a little. Waiting for lunch really was the only thing to get him through the day. But lately, breakfast has been healing him in a way, despite knowing he'd be at his desk in about 30 minutes.

Usually healing.

//V\\

He was already done drinking his coffee this morning. You hadn't shown up as usual, which sent a strange feeling through his heart whenever he thought about it. He could now confidently say he craves your presence, but what should he do about it?

He was so lost in thought about what he should do with these feelings when he heard the bell on the door ring as the barista greets the new arrival.

"Ah, it's you! Want your usual?"

He perked up, spotting you. His heart picked up the pace and his stomach churned, a slight blush creeping on his face.

He feels like a teenager again, craving the attention of his crush, silently begging her to read his thoughts saying 'notice meeeee...'

But this was the present. He was now in his 40's, silently pinning for someone he only knows the name of because they go to the same café.

He watched you, wondering, 'Do they ever notice me here every day?' when you abruptly turn around.

He was staring at you.

'Damn.'

He coughed before looking back down at his plate. There wasn't much of his meal left, but thankfully, him clearing his plate entirely wasn't a strange sight to those who know him.

'Those who know me...' he thinks to himself as he gathers another bite off his plate.

He can't expect you to notice someone who never makes himself known.

//V\\

His heart skipped a beat again.

Here you are, furiously typing away at your laptop, eyebrow twitching and drinking a bubble tea this morning.

He can't help but sneak a glance at you. He almost felt like a creep for a second, so he decided to occupy his thoughts with something else.

'Geeta expects me to look over some proposed brand endorsements today.'

The feeling bubbling up in his stomach died down.

He got lost in it, wondering if these Pokémon League officiated sporting events would go over well (especially since one of their public figures got hurt in the past due to participating in the sport he loves, a bad omen for multiple reasons), only to notice something. Someone was behind him at the trash bins, but for far longer than one would usually be.

He ignored it, assuming someone was on their phone.

The person swiftly left, leaving him feeling odd.

He turned to where you'd usually be, only to realize you were gone.

'Huh.' Was all he could think.

//V\\

It was Saturday. He decided to pull some overtime this weekend, so it wasn't like he felt a feeling of relief. In fact, he felt somewhat sad knowing he wouldn't see you until Monday.

'Damn, why am I like this?'

He stared down at the coffee he ordered. It was getting cold. He didn't even take a sip yet.

Was he really sitting here, waiting for you to miraculously show up?

He groaned. This was getting out of hand. Geeta said his signature looked a bit shaky on some forms he signed the day before.

He remembered a random feeling he got, causing him to falter while signing some, but he couldn't pinpoint what.

It can't be the crush. It was just that, a crush. Puppy love.

But he felt the need to say hi, to see if it had the potential to grow at all.

He felt weird considering this for so long that his coffee got cold.

He sighed before accepting his fate, picking the mug up and chugging it, feeling the last bit of warmth it held onto as he drank it.

He coughed when he finally took the mug away from his face, now empty. His stomach was not the happiest camper right now, but he refused to waste a drink due to his own mind.

He got up, ready to just get the day over with when he heard something. The barista was on the phone.

"Ah, yes, a bubble tea 'the splotchy way'. It'll be done soon, be sure to pick it up in five!"

His heart skipped a beat, sitting back down. That's how you drank it! You liked adding splashes of different colored juices to your bubble tea to make it look and taste 'ethereal'. He didn't quite understand what you meant, but he did see how it'd be considered aesthetically pleasing. Plus, the different flavors were probably nice.

He debated staying or leaving. Staying would be weird. Leaving would... admittedly, leaving seemed better. He'd be on time (to be early to work), and you wouldn't see him ogling you from the window seat like you did a few days ago.

He sat there, at war with himself. He had his eyes closed shut, leaning forward over the table, hands clasped and held over his mouth as if in deep thought.

He didn't realize just how deep that thinking was before he heard a someone say "Yikes, hypin' yourself up for work I see. I feel that."

His eyes shot open, turning to see... you! You were standing there with your drink already. Your eyes went from his briefcase back up to him when he noticed you. Was he... sitting here spacing out for five minutes? You let out a small chuckle.

"Good luck with dealin' with the man, man. I gotta mix paints for my boss today."

You let out a small 'tsk', shaking your head solemnly.

"Not. Fun."

He didn't even have time to process what just happened, as just like that, you were on your way off.

//V\\

It was Sunday. He was lying in bed, Staraptor lying on top of him and Komala holding onto his arm, both fast asleep (although Komala is never not sleep.) Staring at the ceiling, he thought about your casual comment. You seemed, as the kids would say, "chill". He has no idea if the youths even use that word anymore, but he felt it deep in his heart.

Suddenly, he felt a tight grin form on his now blushing face, giggling to himself like a schoolgirl as he continued to pummel that memory into dust, only to re-analyze it again once it settled. Several thoughts swamped his mind, none of which made sense to him, although all of them gave off a positive feeling.

The work week cannot come fast enough.

//V\\

It's Monday yet again.

Larry is at his usual seat, stomach doing somersaults. You were here again, chatting with the barista. It seems he's a pretty good friend of yours. Larry couldn't help but wonder more about him as well.

He swallowed a bit, only to realize he's thirsty, so he decides to sip on the coffee he finally remembered existed. Just as he got a good swig, you turned to him, causing him to flinch and choke a little, eyes widening momentarily. You nod towards him, and he nods back, mug still covering his mouth.

You walk off, waiting for your coffee to be made. Back on that daily grind.

He sighed, wondering if that'd be his only interaction with you today. Sure, it was more than before, but Saturday was like a Giga Impact to the heart.

He wonders 'maybe this is the resting period that always follows' to himself.

He thinks on that for a bit before realizing it didn't have to be this way.

'I have to do something.' He abruptly decides before standing up.

He took a deep breath, turning to walk toward your table when he heard your name called again.

He froze.

You walk up to the counter, thanking the barista for the drink before turning to see him. For a second, you pause too, before realizing he still hadn't finished breakfast.

"Oh! You gotta take a call or somethin'? Usually you return the plate cleaner than before they serve you!"

You laugh a little before clearing the air, tilting your head towards Larry in a quick nod.

"Ah, just joshin' ya."

His mind went blank as you properly introduced yourself, offering your hand to him.

His heart is pounding in his chest. He accepts, however, firmly shaking your hand. His palm was somewhat sweaty, but thankfully, you don't mention it, taking in his eyes darting around as if afraid of looking at you too long.

Truth be told, your odd introduction actually warmed him up even more, remembering how much he'd let lose with his previous partner. You seem to be the same way...

You two already seem like a decent match in his mind, but his reasonable side swiftly silences the wedding bells in his head, knowing these feelings were just an intense fantasy for now. His face was red and his mouth was shut in a tight line, however, eyes slightly wider than usual.

This makes you huff, snickering at the sight. The serious businessman looked like a nervous school boy right now.

"Aww-" Your eyes widen and your body stiffens, realizing you were 'aww'ing him. This man! Who looks like he's been through a divorce and several mergers already!

You cough, looking down for a second.

Neither of you know what to do, the motions of a handshake stopped long ago, the two of you now awkwardly holding hands by the entrance of the café.

Larry finally looks back at you after avoiding your gaze for a few seconds, although he says nothing, seeing you haven't turned back either.

The man at the register stares at you two, mouth hanging open slightly.

"...oh... my gods, WHAT are you doing!?"

This startles the two of you, both looking him. He seemed more amused than anything, however, snickering a little himself while shaking his head, going back to sorting through some orders through the register's screen.

Larry takes this time to make his move.

"So I notice you like sitting at windows?"

You blink, lifting an eyebrow at him.

"Ha, s-so do you!"

Larry chuckles a little at this, although his expression stays mostly the same, save for a smile he's trying to suppress. You are right, he always sits at the front window.

"I like being as close to the exit as possible. The boss doesn't appreciate dilly-dallying."

You take this in, thinking the statement over.

"Hm, I see."

You nod a few times, looking out to the side with an odd expression on your face, eyebrows raised and mouth in a low neutral position. He can tell you find this fascinating, although he can't place what part in particular.

"So, uh, do you ever get a lunch break?"

He pauses. Is this what he thinks it is?

"Yes, I get one. I usually spend it at the Treasure Eatery over in Medali. Lots of good choices on the menu, none have let me down. You should try it, if that interests you."

You stare at him. You scan his face a little bit before responding.

"Oh, yeah, man! I'm interested in food I don't regret paying for later."

Larry lets out a small laugh before immediately schooling his facial expression back to neutrality, something you took note of.

"I see."

You decide to up the ante.

"Ok, how abooout... I pop by durin' your lunch break so you can show me what you always get? We can start from there."

Larry's expression softens a bit.

"That sounds good, I'm always happy to see new faces pop up at the eatery."

You nod. He must be close to the owners or something, but the look in his eyes describing the place gave away what his monotone delivery and plain expression couldn't really hide. He truly meant every word of what he said.

His eyes fascinated you to no end.

You flinch upon realizing this thought, shaking off the odd feeling.

"Sounds like a plaaan, maaan" you say, shaking his hand some more. "Here, my number."

Your rotom phone emerges, prompting Larry's to do the same. The two hover next to each other, exchanging details with your phone automatically sending his your default greeting to respond to later.

You smile. Larry does the same, although his smile is small and quickly fades.

"Alrighty, then! See ya later!"

You wave to the man, prompting him to wave back.

And with that, you were on your way out the door, drinking your coffee on the way to whatever gig you currently had to work on.

He couldn't wait to ask about it sometime.

He stood there, smiling softly, thinking about his new companion when...

"Hey. Did you know? They've been totally checking you out for weeks now."

Larry turned to the barista, who simply grinned at the man's shocked expression before going back to work yet again.

//V\\

A/N

I DUNNO WHAT TO PUT THIS TIME OTHER THAN I WAS 💓 I N S P I R E D 💓 TO WRITE SOME FLUFF WITH LARRY OK OK LMAOOOO

[berniecranes]

One thing that kind have irked me a little bit is John's views in the game. No, not the fundamentals I disagree with, as that is obvious. But the inconsistencies with what they built up for him. They're minor details, it doesn't really change much, but excuse this ramble I am going into. It's going to be talking about the VW, and some of the tactics used in it, so I want to give a full warning for this.

Also I want to preface this as this is not to defend John. I have been more than adamant on the fact that John is a scary, shitty, C*A Officer regardless of anything else.

As you may know, John makes a passing comment to Lincoln about how LBJ is handling the war. He says "President Johnson is a goddamn pussy. He started that war, he should finish it." which clearly shows John, a. Puts blame on LBJ for pushing the war, obviously being lighter towards Jack's actions earlier on. Whether he is a believer that Jack wouldn't have escalated the war, or he wouldn't have had it get this bad/would have handled it better, that is up for debate. And b. He wants it to end. Which is an obvious, I think assuming him and Lincoln want this war to be over makes sense. But, especially with the idea he was a C*A Officer; because at this time, the C*A and M*litary were not hand in hand allies, as I believe that happened either with N*xon or the 80s, I cannot remember fully right now. They often opposed views. And with this, the C*A believing they "ACTUALLY want to the end the war"; whereas the m*litary wants "glory." Now, I would like to point out, just because John wants the war to end doesn't make him anti-war. As we hear how he feels abt anti-war protesters. Clearly he still believes they should do their """civic duty""" or whatever. Regardless of if you're happy with it or not, or be quiet and go along with it, I guess.

But this really is where my biggest gripe comes in. John says the way to end the war is "filling up the sky with B-52s" AKA, keep bombing V*etnam. This has been the tactic that has been FAILING. LBJ has been critiqued even in his own Party that he needs to stop the bombing & to start negotiations. But the thing with LBJ, he is too stubborn likes to do things his way. And, do you know who opposed continuous bombing? The C*A. While I know clearly not EVERYONE did, but then tell me why....when they established John is unhappy with how things are going, especially with what LBJ is doing.....WHY he would be pro the tactics that ISN'T working? UGH! It just makes no sense to me. And to go on and continue to mock him when he haults the bombings? Like hello?

And no, I do not believe he would want N*xon or whatever because I still do believe he is a democrat. I think his staunch support for Jack should definitely still be noted. He wouldn't go SO hard for a politician he believed in...if he didn't believe in him you know? Remember John is a man of this time, he's an actively present adult. He isn't looking at it 60 yrs later, he's looking at it in the moment. I think it's more than fair to say his frustration of LBJ doesn't show he is suddenly against him or whatever. Because they're just that; frustrations. Especially in the conference, we see how the war fucked with John and how he feels about everything as a whole. But it is true, the handling of the war overshadowed literally EVERYTHING LBJ did. And I'm not saying that is a bad thing, when your screw up (putting that lightly) is a literal mass killing of an entire group of people, that is GONNA be the focus of what you did. Oh, but with the line where John says if Jack was still around N*xon wouldn't be president. I believe that is a rather loaded answer, not as simple as Jack would be elected, because he couldn't have been, it would already be 2nd term. The plan always would have been Bobby would try after Jack, then Teddy. But I think he still holds a lot of his hopes in what the nation could have been with him, and truly feels Am*rica "lost its way" or whatever. But yeah, I think it's clear he still is aligned this way regardless of the many wrong things John does or say.

Like I mentioned, this is by no means me defending him or the C*A, as they were doing terrible shit. As we know the Ph*onix Pr*gram (which to remind you, M3 has John AND Lincoln involved in that for some reason...) exists, and many other things are public about their doings there. I just think this shows how the game lacks to really show anyone's core views or thoughts. Instead of using John as a way to show the many different views, they should have stuck to one and have him do that. Instead, they went with this, something that literally makes NO sense.

Below the cut are all the John lines I mentioned and also a passage or two from the book V*etnam: A History by St*nley K*rnow

Added in alt text so hopefully they're all easier to read, I apologize abt the book pictures, they were taken last year in the middle of me reading so often I just got a quick pic and continued on, aha

[walkawaytall]

Let’s try this again for the fandom asks because I asked you for non-existent numbers the first time. 🤷🏻‍♀️ T, U, V?

Haha...I'm glad you popped back in with letters! :D

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending?

Yeah, I don't care what the Star Wars databank or any other official material says: I think the first half of the The Empire Strikes Back makes way more sense if Han and Leia had been involved romantically in some way or at least were heading very obviously in that direction and were both on the same page, something happened -- whether it was the infamous Ord Mantell trip that we all like to write about or just Leia and/or Han shutting down because of Baggage™ and miscommunication or some weird third thing -- and they called it off all before the movie starts up. Their actions and reactions on Hoth are not those of two people who've been griping at and about each other for three years straight; they're the actions and reactions of two wounded and angry people who still seem weirdly comfortable with being in each other's personal space and working together. I'm not saying it's what the filmmakers intended, but I am saying it makes way more sense than the official "first kiss happened leaving Hoth" story.

I won't die on this hill because I do recognize my own bias as a woman with ADHD, but I do think Leia Organa is written, however unintentionally, as someone who has ADHD.

On an entirely related note, I have grown basically convinced that Leia was not supposed to melt Han out of carbonite when she did. The entire rescue plan is bonkers and makes virtually no sense unless Luke can suddenly see every aspect of the future in HD, but her timing makes even less sense to me. Once again, I don't really think it was the filmmakers intention, but I do think it makes more sense if there was some other part of the plan that she circumvented because impulsivity.

Oh, and this isn't something I have any need to die defending -- it's more just cutesy fun than anything -- but "the Organas have a family snowball fight at least once every winter even after Leia's in the Senate" is a thing that keeps popping up in my writing, so I guess this is a minor headcanon of mine.

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.

Leia Organa - I don't know, she was I think the first fictional character who I wanted to be like. She's strong and smart and capable and also somewhat witty, and those are attributes I admire.

Anne Shirley (are the Anne books considered part of a fandom?) - I just really like all the Anne books? Anne is smart and funny and relatable. She has faults but she is both well-meaning and generally kind. These books are just really special to me, especially Anne's House of Dreams and I really, really like how Anne both grows as a character as she ages while remaining truly herself.

Remus Lupin - I dunno, I just love Lupin a lot. He's one of the more responsible adults at Hogwarts, seems exceedingly kind to his students, and he carries around chocolate. What's not to love?

V - Which character do you relate to most?

I mean, if we're talking Star Wars, I do relate to Leia some. Not in everything, but...I mean, at the very least, she seems to compensate for not knowing what to do by making sarcastic jokes, and if I'm not making jokes during a stressful/distressing situation...well, it's because I learned that there's a time and place for everything and some people aren't appreciative of that sort of coping mechanism, but I'm still thinking them.

Thanks for the questions!

fandom asks

[linyi-is-dreaming]

The Drop Of A Tear - 25

BTS V x Y/N (Reader)

Summary:  Tae meets a woman who is very manipulative. Before he even notices anything, she got him around his finger. He decides to leave his wife Y/N and his four kids to start a new life with the new woman. This perfect house of cards that he had just started to build, starts to unfold as she starts to show her true face. Piece by piece it makes him feel sick. Tae notices his wrong doing as his house of cards start to fall apart.  Regret and hate towards himself makes him wish to turn things around. Will he be able to safe his house of cards and to get back what he once threw away? Is Y/N able to forgive?

CHAPTER 25

It took Tae a long time for him to figure out how his son could meet his favorite soccer player. As he looks at his son's wide grin, the time spent on the phone and the days of planning begin to fade. The longer Tae looks at his son, the more he wants to take images of him being joyful. His son's smile hasn't changed a bit since the time he met his favorite player earlier on today. 

“I still can’t believe I got his signature on my t-shirt.”, Tae’s son tells him as he keeps looking at the t-shirt in his hands. The way he looked at his shirt, it almost appeared as if he was beginning to realize that meeting his favorite player was not a dream. “Look, he even wrote a message on the back of our photo!”  

“Didn’t he sign much more?”, Tae asks as he notices the green traffic light. As he begins to drive away, he points to the boys' bag.  

“I only took bag he gave me, but I haven’t checked for any signatures...” Half-listening, his son peers at the bag for a split second before returning his gaze to the signature on his shirt. Tae looks at his son for a second without losing focus on the traffic when he notices that he does not appear to want to check for the bag. 

“Well, maybe you should check the bag.”, Tae suggests with a smile. “There could be more...” 

“Okay.”, the boy says as he takes the bag onto his lap. Tae's hand movement startles him just as he was about to touch the zip. 

“Wait!”, Tae screams suddenly. 

“What? What?”, his son screams scared as he looks at his father. 

“Your window is not closed. Let’s not lose anything.” 

“Are you serious, dad? I almost had heart attack!” He couldn't help but giggle at his son's expression. “Why are you scaring me like that?” 

“Oops.”, Tae laughs as he keeps driving.  

“Not funny at all. I thought something bad is about to happen!” 

“Sorry, son. So, what’s in the bag?” 

“Will you scare me again?” 

“I promise I won’t.”, Tae chuckles. “I promise, I won’t.”, he repeats slowly. 

“Is there something in the bag that will scare me?”, the boy asks worriedly, 

“I promise, there won’t be anything scary in the bag.” For a moment, he waits before he opens the bag slowly. 

“Shoes! Signed shoes!”, the boy screams as he takes them out of the bag to take a closer look. He turns them around to see if only one of the pair has been signed. “A t-shirt with the player’s last name on it and a lot more merchandise!” 

“Wow! Isn’t that great?”, Tae says cheerfully. “I guess I will try to organize this glass houses and frames to put them in there...” 

“This day is awesome!” 

“I am glad you are enjoying this day so much.” 

“Thank you, dad! I don’t even know how to describe my happiness right now.” Happily, Tae takes a short look at his son. Words cannot describe how much he would want to take a picture of the current joy of his son. 

“You are very welcome. I am sorry that it took so long but at least we finally were able to meet him.” 

“I already thought you have forgotten about your promise to be honest.” 

“I never forgot about it. It took me and my manager hours to plan everything. He's booked out for most of the time, especially now that he is in practically every sport commercial.” 

“I will rub it in their faces next time I am at Uncle Namjoon’s house.” 

“Why would you do that?”, Tae asked worriedly. When the words keep coming back to him, he wonders if his son just said what he had heard. 

“The boys said that it would never happen.” 

“Just be nice about it, okay? You know, not everyone will believe your words. But if your words become reality, they must believe. You remember-” 

“I remember that, yes...”, his son sighs. “Can I at least show it to them? Not showing off, but just show that it happened?” 

“As long as you are not rude.”, Tae answers him as he parks smoothly in front of Jungkook’s apartment building.  

“What are we doing at Jungkook’s house?”, the boy asks surprised. “I thought you take me home to mom’s place?” His son can read Tae's bewilderment like a book. He glances at his son, surprised, without saying anything. “Dad?” 

“Wait. You are all living here. I, I am pretty sure you do.”, Tae stutters as he realizes his child is not attempting to prank him with his words. 

“No, we don’t live here anymore.”, the boy says slowly. “Dad, are you okay? That is why I was meant to wait for you at your agency.” 

“But I know for a fact that you live here. When were you supposed to have moved away?” 

“Dad, I am telling you, we do not live here anymore. We moved a few days ago.” 

“You really moved?”, Tae asks. ���Your mom got her own place or with another uncle?” 

“We moved into mom’s new place last week.” 

“Wait. Hold on.”, Tae says as he loosens his seat belt as he leans towards his son. “Who are you living with now?” 

“With mom and my siblings. Why?” As the boy notices his father's confusion about their current living situation grows, he begins to worry about him. “I thought you knew...” 

“Jungkook did not move with you?” 

“No. Why should he move with us?”, the boy asked confused by his father reaction. Tae's vision begins to take on the appearance of a large puzzle. Does the fact that she has her own apartment indicate that Jungkook is not interested in dating her? Does this mean she'll need financial support again? Who is supporting her? As he glances down at his knees, a series of questions begin to flood his thoughts. “Dad? Hello?” 

“Yeah, sorry.”, Tae mumbles as he notices a well-known face at the window. “Look, it’s Jungkook.” Just as he finished his sentence, his son opens his window. “Hey Jungkook.” His voice was neutral, despite his dissatisfaction with Jungkook's appearance. 

“Hello you two! Were you about to visit me?”, Jungkook wonders as points at the bag. “Is somebody staying with me tonight?” 

“Actually no...”, Tae answers as he looks at Jungkook still confused. 

“Are you alright?”, Jungkook wonders as he looks at Tae’s son. “Is your father feeling unwell?” But the only response he gets is the boy shaking his head. Even though Tae is hesitant to ask, fearful of receiving information he does not want, he knows he must gather more information about Y/N's new address. 

“He just told me that they are not living here anymore... What’s going on? I thought they are still living with you.” 

“Didn’t Y/N call you?”, Jungkook wonders. “I thought she informed you.” Jungkook's baffled expression indicates that his words must be true. Did she tell him she was going to call Tae so Tae wouldn't know if she didn't tell him? 

“She did not say a word about moving out... Not even today when I told her I will drive our son to meet his favorite player in the stadium...” A smile appears on Jungkook’s face as he looks back at the boy. 

“You finally met him? How was it?”, he asks excited. The question immediately brings back the boy's bright smile. 

“It was so cool! He signed most of the stuff and I got even more in the bag!” 

“That’s awesome!” The loud clearing of Tae’s throat got Jungkook’s attention immediately. “Sorry. Actually, we have practice later on... Will you make it on time?” 

“That is why I planned to bring him to his mother before practice but now I don’t know where she even lives. One again!” 

“Relax. It is not that far from here.”, Jungkook comments as he looks at his phone. “We should still make it on time.” 

“So, where is it?” 

“I don’t know if I should tell you...”, Jungkook says as he pretends to think about it. “If I ride along with you, I’ll tell you.” 

“Why would you drive with us?” 

“Because from there you will drive to practice, and I will not have to drive myself to get there.” 

“Fine.”, Tae sighs as he unlocks the car. “Get in.” 

“Just take the directions I give you.”, Jungkook says as he opens the car door widely. Tae’s look felt like fire on Jungkook’s skin. “Get in the backseat, I think it is better if I sit in the front.” 

“But dad allowed me to sit in the front today.”, the boy answers. 

“Yeah, it is his day today.”, Tae confirms. “Take a seat on the backseat!” 

“Do I need to remind you on the few sweets I helped you hide from your siblings?”, Jungkook whispers. Even the further Tae leans forward, he cannot hear what Jungkook has just whispered. Without saying anything else the boy grabs his stuff and gets out of the car. 

“What are you doing?”, Tae wonders as he watches his son opening the back door. “Wait a minute.” 

“Uh, the front seat is so nice.”, Jungkook comments as he looks at Tae. “Any problems?”, Jungkook questions as he fastens his seatbelt. 

“Yeah, you! Sit in the back.” 

“Uhm, no. If you want to have her address, I will drive with you like that.” In frustration, Tae wipes his face with his fingers.  

“Fine.” 

“Fine.” 

“Do you keep repeating what I have said?” 

“Do you keep repeating what I have said?”, Jungkook repeats. 

“Stop this right now.” 

“Stop this right now.” 

“Jungkook!” 

“Jungkook!” The boy watches from the backseat as the scene unfolds in front of him. It is not easy for him, but he tries his best to keep the laughter as quiet as possible. “See, we are entertaining your son.” 

“We entertain? No, you make my hair grow white.” 

“Just start the car.”, Jungkook says as he turns around to the boy. “You got to tell me all about today! But safety first, fasten your seatbelt. We know your father is not the best driver.”, he winks at the boy which made the boy laugh in an instead. 

“I heard that!”, Tae comments annoyed. 

“It was meant to be heard.”, Jungkook answers as he turns his body to the front of the car. 

💧💧💧

“Park somewhere around here.”, Jungkook suggests as they arrive at near Y/N’s house. “It is right over there.” 

“The one with the small glass on the front door?” 

“Yeah, that is the one.” Tae nods whilst he unfastens his belt. “What are you doing?” 

“Going to the door to check out the house.” 

“You do not have to do that, dad.”, his son interrupts. “We are not fully settled in yet and my room is not finished. Can you come another time...? Like, when sis is not in the house for example?” Of course, he couldn't have forgotten about his own child, who claims to despise him. If Y/N would even let him in is a different story, especially since she appears to still feel the same way as his daughter. 

“I understand.”, Tae says as he fakes a smile. “I will wait until you are in the house.” 

“Thanks dad!” 

“Bye big boy! Be good to your mom, okay? Don’t let your sisters annoy you!”, Tae tells him quickly as his son grabs his stuff. 

“Thanks for today!”, his son says quickly before he runs towards the entry.  

“He looks truly happy, doesn’t he?”, Tae comments happily.  

“He does... Uhm, Tae?” 

“Yeah.” 

“We shall get going?” 

“Yeah, we should...” 

“Up to practice then.”, Jungkook states as he puts the seat belt on again. He waits for a moment, but Tae is still not moving the car key. “Tae?” 

“Who does this place belong to?” 

“It once belonged to one of our members. Can you get going? I really don’t want to be late.” 

“Which member?” 

“Can you ask and drive?” 

“No.”, Tae says in a strict tone. “Tell me, who bought it?” 

“She bought it on credit.” 

“Y/N does not have the saving to get a credit from a bank.” 

“I don’t know how much you know but if you really need to talk about Y/N’s money, talk with her.” 

“Alright. I will.”, Tae says replies. “I won’t tell her you told me.” With those words, he abruptly exits the car and begins walking directly towards her house. 

“Where are you going?”, Jungkook screams as he watches Tae walking away. “Tae! Tae! Damnit.” Quickly, he jumps out of the car to follow Tae. “Tae! Don’t you hear me?” With a few steps, he moves in front of Tae and prevents him from walking. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?”, Tae wonders as he looks at him. 

“Tell you what?” 

“That she moved!” 

“It just did not come up. She has her own place like you wanted, isn’t that great?” 

“Yeah, it is... but something smells fishy. I have a weird feeling about it.” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“Where is the money coming from? I know she has a well-paid job but, no matter how many extra hours she might have done, Y/N would not be able to collect that amount of money in that short time.” 

“You know she is working, right?” 

“I do but, that apartment building does not look cheap.” 

“You know who she is working for, right? You don’t know, do you?” 

“Does it matter? She is not even working full time. How is she supposed to pay the debts?” 

“Just answer me!” He takes a deep breath, irritated at Jungkook's style of speaking. 

“Y/N is working in a top company that has more than enough money to even lend money to their own employees. She asked if she would be able to get one and they gave her one straight away.” 

“Just like that?” 

“Yes. When they gave her a little raise for the great work, they mentioned it. When she explained her situation, they offered it, and she took it.” 

“If you told me all of this just a little sooner...!” 

“I didn’t know if you cared to know and next to that, I am not even sure what another member might have told you.” 

“I need to think about that... Let’s get to practice.”, Tae speaks slowly as he walks back to the car. “Fuck!” 

“What?” 

“My key! My car key is still in the car which locked itself already!” 

“No, the car key is not in the car.”, Jungkook says laughingly as he holds up the key. “Be happy I am thinking.” 

“Shut up.”, he commands as he takes the keys. “Get in.” 

💧💧💧

The session felt like it lasted forever, and everyone's clothes appeared to be drenched in sweat. To everyone's delight, their dance choreographer requests a break. The gathering rapidly divided into several groups, and several people exited the room with their phones in hand. Jimin is interested by the expression on Yoongi's face as he continues to watch Tae. 

“Why are you looking at him like that?” 

“Is Tae like the old Tae again or is it just scaring me?”, Yoongi whispers to Jimin as they watch Tae talking with Jungkook and Namjoon. 

“I am not quite sure. I mean, maybe the old one.”, Jimin whispers back as they watch Tae’s body language. 

“So, he is not mad at you anymore?” 

“Hopefully.” 

“Remember what Jungkook texted.”, Yoongi tells him as he turns to grab a water bottle. “Let’s hope her work does not give her any troubles with the loan.” 

“I don’t think so.” 

“Yeah, I hope so-”, Yoongi stops to speak as he sees the smile on Jimin’s face. “What is the grinning about?” 

“The money was mine.”, Jimin confesses. The sudden confession made Yoongi almost choke on his water. “The money is not from the company she is working for.” 

“You did what?” 

“It was my wife’s plan. Don’t ask me why, but she wants them back together.” 

“She would be a fool if she does.” 

“Don’t call her a fool!” 

“What else am I supposed to call her when she thinks like that? Besides, How does that even work? How did the company even say yes to that plan...?” 

“Well, happy wife, happy life.”, Jimin sighs satisfied. “You have no clue how stressed I am if Y/N figures out that that was my money. I hope their friendship is strong enough for it.” 

“What if she transfers the money to their account?” 

“She can’t because the account on the paper is mine.” 

“You are a smart idiot.” 

“Not me, but my wife is. She made the plan.” 

“Of course, you are following her like a puppy.”, Yoongi says as he rolls his eyes. 

“Oh, and you are not like that when it is about your wife?” Yoongi’s movement stop as soon as he hears Jimin’s words. 

“Anyway, do you have any other idea on how to help her? We both agree that she would be better off with Jungkook but we both know we cannot make that choice for her.” 

“If they’d have stayed together longer, they might would have gotten the chance to.” 

“What are you talking about?”, Hoseok asks as he puts his arms around his members. “Why are you guys whispering?” 

“Nothing at all.”, Jimin explains as Yoongi walks away. 

“Good. Don’t destroy the good vibes we finally have in this studio.”, Hoseok warns. 

“We are not about to.”, Jimin answers as he walks up to the other members. 

💧💧💧

“Jungkook, can you stay a moment.”, Tae requests, as his mind still refuses to allow him a breather. Too many questions annoy him, and too many concerns run through his head. While waiting for everyone else to exit the room, Jungkook packs his belongings in his bag and throws it over his shoulder as he moves closer to Tae. “I think I need to say something out loud.” 

“Out loud? I am listening.” 

“I want Y/N to be happy as much as I want to be back with her. But I came to the realization, I cannot have her if she does not feel for me anymore.” 

“Well, talk with Y/N. I cannot help you with that.” 

“I am not asking for help or anything like that but, I need to know where you two are at right now.”, Tae says with a sad voice. “Be honest with me.” 

“I already told you everything.” 

“Is there anything else you might have not mentioned yet?” 

“Listen, I think, I will always feel for Y/N in the way I do and the longer I lived with her, the more protective of her I got. I realized that my love for her is not as good as I hoped.” 

“What are you trying to tell me?” 

“I will tell you the same thing I told her. If she wants to go out with me, I am happy to do so. But if it is not me who makes her happy, we are better off as friends.” 

“You really said that to her?” 

“Yeah.”, Jungkook sighs. “I am feeling hurt and sad but, I can’t use her situation to benefit from it nor can I do it to you. Even though you would deserve to go through hell.” 

“Thanks, Jungkook.”, Tae says as he holds his hand towards him. “Let’s restart from here.” 

“A handshake?”, Jungkook asks surprised. “What for? 

“A handshake to our friendship.” 

“To... our... friendship? You want to restart?” 

“I know you can’t forget nor can anyone who is involved in what I did, but I want to do better. You helped Y/N, when she needed help. She is the mother of my children, and you helped my children as well. That is what a true friend does.” For a brief moment, it seemed like manipulation to Jungkook, but it sounded too genuine to be a trick. 

“Okay.”, Jungkook says as he shakes Tae’s hand. “But the very next bad thing you do to her or your kids, will be the last time we were friends.” 

[nightmarewing]

My website suddenly went from not coming up basically at all if you googled "magical girl name generator" to being the #2 result, right underneath the highly esteemed Seventh Sanctum. o_o

That's the site that started my lifelong obsession with generators so many years ago, so it feels pretty cool to be up there beside it. Even if it is only on one highly niche subject. But it's my highly niche subject, darn it!

This also happened after I stumbled across someone on Reddit desperately searching for my site for use in a tabletop game but unable to relocate it (it really was not ranking at the time). All in all, I'm feeling kinda good about my efforts. Hope they'll see my response someday...

Anyway, I really need to actually, you know... add some content. I've had the site for yeeeears, and it's just been that same tiny handful of generators. A new layout is in progress, but I'd like to improve the existing generators and create some new ones.

I guess... if anyone here is into such things, what might you like to see? :v

(I've got a magical girl costume and/or team generator planned already, to go with the names and attacks. I'd like to do it right, though, so it's a bit of an undertaking.)

[alaffy]

Riverdale 6x18 - Biblical (spoilers)

You know, I don't consider myself really a religious person but I'm pretty sure I could have figured out the whole plague angle about three plagues in. So after setting up for several episodes for the final battle we find ourselves setting up even more in this episode. I'm just going to give a brief recap of what happens to the characters leading up to the last fifteen minutes.

Jughead is really tapping into Rivervale to the point he's writing down stories from it, or he's writing it and it's coming true; it's confusing. Anyway, his stories keep being stolen by people from Rivervale. Also, he eats a Cheeseburger from the other side that may have been poisoned (more on this in a moment).

Toni and Fangs decide to get married quickly. Kevin, and this proves this can't be our Riverdale, realizes he's wrong. Then, he tells Toni and Fangs he's not going to try to take Anthony anymore. Then, he continues to do the right thing by agreeing to spy on Percival to help everybody out. And he's actually successful.

Archie and Tabitha want to keep on holding out against Pickens, until they realize what's going on. Archie tries to make a deal to keep the workers safe, but then agrees to build the railroad himself for a time in order to save the workers. And yes the symbolic Christ moments are way over the top, thank you very much.

Cheryl's wedding present to Toni is to kill Percival, or she tries. But he turns the spell back on her, or I should say Nana Rose, and sets Nana Rose on fire. But that's ok, Heather has some healing balm for the third degree burns. And Nana Rose is clearly immortal.

Veronica has decided that this is the perfect time for an identity crisis. According to her, Tabitha is fighting Percival for Jughead and the restaurant; Toni and Fangs are fighting for the baby and for each other; Betty and Archie are fighting for the town and each other. But why is Veronica here? After singing a truly cringe worthy (and I mean this literally, the characters were literally cringing) song at the rehearsal dinner (and suddenly, the whole scene between B&V took on a completely different tone); Veronica decides she's fighting for her friends. But is she?

Betty researches about what's going on. She sees a picture of the Whore of Babylon and has her Rivervale flashback. Then, she's told by Kevin that Percival has bought a stockade in which he plans to put the Whore of Babylon in. Betty goes to confront him, but he doesn't seem to know what she's talking about; that he doesn't seem to know she's had the visions. Anyway, he gives her an ultimatum about bringing Anthony or things will get worse. However, she's able to tell Heather about the stockade and Heather realizes it's one to prevent someone to use their magical powers (sure) and they go and, long story short, trap Percival or so they think. However, his Locus pets set him free (don't ask).

So, now we're at the last fifteen minutes. Toni and Fangs get married...skip. Percival gets free and then goes and kills Nana Rose as she's the oldest firstborn in Riverdale. This sets off a chain of events in just a moment. Meanwhile, Veronica is clearly upset with Betty and Archie together and then asks Tabitha, since she's seen the future, who ends up with Archie? Of course, at this moment, Roberto proves he would rather kill of half the cast then answer that question. Archie, Fangs, and Toni are dead; but baby Anthony is not. That's because Anthony is special somehow. Tabitha runs out of the room, worried for Jughead (um). And Heather mentions she knows a witch....

Meanwhile, in the bunker, Jughead confronts the person stealing his stories...it's Jughead (duh). Here's the strange thing, at this moment Jughead starts having the same pains as the firstborns. Except he's not a firstborn. I have three guesses. One, other Jughead being there is hurting him (doubtful). Two, the burger really was poisoned and he's just now feeling the effects. Three, some people have wondered if the two Jughead's switched in the middle of the seasons. That 'Vale Jughead has been running around since, um, 6x12 or 6x13, when he had the hand problem. Let's assume that's true, does anybody remember if Charles was mentioned in Rivervale? Is it possible that Rivervale Jughead is the firstborn child and is the Jughead that will die?

[wings-of-flying]

8 riptide fics i want to write so bad but haven't by now so probably never will (it pains me to admit i won't write them). some have titles and full on plans, others don't. anyone can use these cause i definitely won't get the chance

1 - haunted by ill angels aka a riptide oneshot based on that hallucinogenic poison scene from s&b s2

They’re going through a dungeon thingie and go down two separate hallways. Jay ends up in a room with a window to Chip & Gill’s, with coloured glass vials of unknown liquids. Chip and Gill end up in an empty room, except for a conspicuous vent on the wall. Suddenly the doors to both lock and an orange gas sprays into Chip & Gill’s room, causing them to start choking and fall unconscious. A voice echoes through Jay’s room telling her that only one of the vials is the antidote. Chip & Gill end up having hallucinations while Jay tries to solve the riddle thing.

2 - because i'm the good guy aka gillion villain arc

 Instead of choosing between the sea and land, he plans to pick both, condemning them both to destruction. Nothing Chip and Jay can do will convince him to change his mind. So they have to take another approach to stopping him.

3 - backstory switch

Albatrio become separated and experience each other's backstories (like that one episode of EAH)

Jay - Gillion's

Chip - Jay's

Gillion - Chip's (because I want to see my boy have a functional family then it be snatched from him)

They wake up without their own memories, but feeling as if something is wrong. They relive the worst parts of each other’s backstories (Gill’s banishment, Jay’s sister’s death, the Black Rose sinking) over and over until they start to remember what happened (they were cursed in the BLOCK when going to rescue Lizzie). They have to use the power of friendship to escape! No but seriously, they have to break the illusion by proving that they don’t belong there.

4 - Gill's nightmares get so bad he doesn't wake up. Cue Chip and Jay going into his head to try and bring him back.

The dream pretends Gill was never chosen as the champion and he lived a normal life. He moved up to the Oversea with Edyn. (Essentially that bit in OUAT when Emma goes princess mode and isn't herself at all)

5 - i fell for you like clockwork (repeatedly, easily, just as i'd planned) aka a birdbolt timeloop fic

Teleport machine malfunctions. Leads to timeloop >:D in which they have to keep fighting the house & ensa and jay are the only ones aware of the timeloop happening. They keep their memories and become closer, till they manage to fix the machine properly, end the timeloop and confuse everyone by suddenly being in a relationship

6 - let the birds sing (dilly dilly) aka jay has dream inception about her sister still being alive

Jay wakes from a nightmare. Ava is there to help her. Jay ends up realising this is a dream and wakes again, feeling alone and missing her sister.

7 - pistolwhip romeo and juliet

i literally had no plan for this one except a cast list, so here you go i guess?

Romeo - Lizzie; Juliet - Jay; Benvolio - Chip; Mercutio - Gillion; Tybalt - Ava; Friar Laurence - Niklaus; Nurse/Lady Capulet - May Ferin; Paris - Kira; Lord Capulet - Jayson Ferin; Lord Montague - Arlin James; Rosaline - ???

8 - another birdbolt oneshot

After 97, Chip & Jay brought Gill to Chip’s room to rest (not sleep, just rest) and Jay leaves for a breather. She goes to the kitchen to try and find something to temporarily help with Gill’s wounds and ends up bumping into Ensa. Cue awkward gay moments where Jay realises she totally has a crush. But then she leaves, v sad.

[chromisomi]

lifebuoy, a reylo fic | ch 5 is up!

User1826740: Happy Valentine’s Day.

Rey ignores the message notification as she packs up her equipment for the morning. Camera, extra lenses, standing tripod, wireless flash. She checks everything off her list before looking herself over at a mirror.

She’s dressed casually for the day, with sweats and a hoodie to block off the cold. She thinks, vaguely, that she could dress up just a little, but she refuses to. This is just a simple photography session that just so happens to fall on Valentine’s Day and just so happens to be in Ben’s house. And they’ll just so happen to be alone for a few hours, but that doesn’t call for a better outfit.

Rey eyes her reflection warily anyways.

No, she thinks to herself, it’s time to go.

She grabs Finn’s keys from the kitchen counter – he’d let her take his car for the morning – and rushes out into the cold morning air of DC.

Rey hurries down the stairs and into the apartment’s parking lot, quickly sliding into Finn’s Toyota Camry before turning the engine on and waiting for the car to heat up.

Don’t think about it. Don’t be weird about it. This will be a learning experience.

Once Finn’s car is warm enough, she takes to the roads and makes her way to the address Ben had sent her just the night before. It’s only a ten-minute drive from her apartment but she makes it fifteen, slowing down to make sure she isn’t too early. She shouldn’t look too eager.

Rey still arrives 15 minutes early.

Pulling up to the front of the house, she checks and double-checks and triple-checks the address, looking back and forth between her phone and the large colonial home that simply couldn’t be Ben Solo’s. The house is two stories tall, firm in its brick structure, and adorned with bay windows overlooking the wet, cobblestoned street. Any peek inside the house Rey could catch through the windows is blocked by closed blinds, leading her to glimpse through the small windows atop the front door. From what she can see, the foyer is dark and there’s no other car outside other than her own. She glances over at the closed garage door and guesses Ben’s car is inside.

What’s he doing living in such a big home all by himself?

Her mind wanders to their first meeting again, at the airport. He had a suitcase with him, hadn’t he? Was he moving to DC that day? And if so, why would he purchase such a large house if he was only there for his postdoc?

Her phone pings with a message. It’s from Paul.

How’d the meeting with Hux go?

Rey glances over at the house. All the lights are still out, she probably has some time before Ben would be ready.

weird but good. he gave me a review sheet, i’ll send a pic later when i get back home.

She fiddles with her thumbs as she waits for his response. 12 more minutes, 12 more minutes.

Her phone pings again.

Thanks.

And again.

Are you out for V-Day?

Rey rolls her eyes at the message. Why does everyone suddenly want to know her plans for the faux holiday?

Before she could type out a reply, though, her phone pings once again.

Are you here?

She jolts up. The message is from Ben.

When she glances back over at the house; the lights are on and the blinds behind the bay windows are twisting open. She sees a figure behind one of them, adjusting the blinds before moving on to the next window. He had seen her in the car.

yep. She replies to him, coming in now.

Rey scrambles out of the car, fumbling with all of her equipment before rushing up the asphalt driveway and cobblestone steps toward the front door. It opens before she can ring the doorbell and there he stands, dressed casually in jeans and a dark sweater, staring down at her with an odd look.

“Good morning,” he murmurs but doesn’t step aside to let her in.

Instead, his gaze lowers to her hoodie and sweats before looking over at her equipment. His face seems impassive as he takes her in, and she can only guess that he feels just as uncomfortable as she does with the whole thing.

Because it’s Valentine’s Day. And she’s in her professor’s office buddy’s home. Who just so happens to be a regular customer at Naboo Café. And who never seems to conversate properly in her presence.

“Good morning.” She gives him a half smile before looking over his shoulder. “Can I come in?”

Read the rest of the chapter on ao3!

[totentnz]

oc duo game gimme

bea and vs

😇- What's their best trait?

👿- What's their worst trait?

vs and vg

🧠- What's your best memory with them? Worst?

👁️- Do you really know them?

👥- What are they to you?

OC Duo Answers Ask Game

it's been a few weeks since vincent guerra had proposed to batsheva cohen, the possibility of this happening had never crossed her mind, which made it all the more freakish to v. her best friend was about to get married and while she was happy for him things would change even more now - or perhaps they wouldn't, nobody knew.

the planning had started and one of the things that needed to be done was interviews: a bunch of questions for all their friends, a little something to remember these exciting times by. the newlyweds will watch this video during the reception.

of course this included v, she wasn't excited about it but she would do it - for them. this is a part of said interview.

"what's bea's best trait?"

"she got a bangin' body, i guess?" v replied, followed by an exhausted sigh from behind the camera. she sat up straight and fixed her smirk.

"bea's determined, knows what she wants - sometimes anyway. protects what's hers. don't care 'bout that psycho shit, comes with the territory, i'm guessin'."

"okay. and her worst trait?"

"hah!" v pointed at the camera. "nice try, buddy, not fallin' for that one." there was silence in the room now, v hated that so she decides to fill it.

"fine. she needs to get it in 'er fuckin' head i don't wanna fuck that twink o' hers. had my chance, didn't want it back then - don't want it now."

"share some memories of you and v. let's start with a good one."

"okay, cut. can i smoke in here?" she asked but was already reaching into her pockets to pull out said smokes.

"you want me to pick just one?" she put the cigarette between her lips and lit it.

"one good memory?" she took her first drag. "that's my best friend."

"say that then." the camera person replied.

"nah, fuck that! i'm not sayin' that shit on camera!" she the hand holding the cigarette in front of her face in dismissal. "this better not make it into the final cut."

"your worst memory then."

"there was this one time -" v stopped herself from continuing. "nah, can't say that. inappropriate."

"oh, so suddenly you care?"

"yeah! i can change for the better!"

"doubt that. this story will put you in a bad light, won't it?"

v didn't reply, which was a sufficient answer.

"c'mon you gotta tell it now! don't be a fuckin' baby." the interviewer egged her on.

"fine! fine! must'a been nine maybe even ten years ago now. v and i were living in this house down in san-domo, along with a bunch of other people." she paused for a moment and leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms.

"one night we are hanging out with two other guys when suddenly the three of them start making out? long story short he got all the action and i fucked off to my room. worst day of my life not gonna lie."

"you were right this is inappropriate."

"think you know him? like for real?"

"okay this is startin' to become so fuckin' borin'." she sighed and looked up to the ceiling, muttering something under her breath.

"we're almost done. just answer the fuckin' question."

"i've seen his asshole more times than i can count. does that answer your fuckin' question?"

"no."

"we used to help each other wax, it's cheaper that way."

"what does he mean to you?"

she groaned again, anxious to get up, she's been sitting still for way too long.

"i'm here, ain't i? i'm 'bout to attend his fuckin' wedding, his holy unity in front of the eyes of god - or whatever the fuck jews call it." she leaned forward and began chewing her nail.

"been here for the past ten years an' plan to be around much longer - am hopin' he will attend my funeral at least."

[rubywithin]

World of Whim 5

I put the CD in a player....I can’t wait to hear this new song...Percival’s songs were incredible to listen too. I love the heroic vibe too them and he always wore the coolest armour! (Percival) “Prepare the lance” (Mystel) “Yes Captain” no....no please no....this can’t be. Wait what am I worrying about....its normal for music artists to work together! (Ruby) “NAOH...do you know if Percival is working along side Mystel at all?” (Naoh) “Hmm no idea kid, my um enemy will be using multiple musicians to spread her influence with music! But I can’t say for certain who these musicians are exactly, its not impossible for people to become music artists on their own in this world!” I payed close attention to the music...it has the same secondary singer as Mystel’s songs. (Ruby) “Naoh the girl who gave me this CD told me she is dating Percival....also she had a headache after saying love!”.

I messaged Kazuya about Maria possible being in danger, if she is also seeing the same visions as us she could be in danger if Percival finds out. The issue is we may not stand a chance against him...but we have to at least try and protect her. Suddenly I got a message from Maria....she said Percival was doing a meet and greet outside of a movie theatre! I messaged Kazuya about it and we rushed over -bump-. (Ruby) “Ow...sorry I need to hurry over to....” (Ryuto) “Don’t be an idiot!” no way I just had to bump into him of all people. (Ruby) “Look if I don’t go someone will...” (Ryuto) “Will recklessly trying to solve the issue be good in the long run?”. He then walked off before I could answer, I guess he is right, if Percival knows about us he could possibly defeat us with ease! Plus its a meet and greet so a lot of people could attack us like before, I sent a new message! 

(Percival) “Of course you can have an autograph, it is an honour for you to show my songs such appreciation!”. (Maria) “Your so sweet honey” (Percival) “Of course one must always appreciate their comrades, hmm play the music!” (Maria) “W...what is happening to everyone?” (Percival) “Such a shame it seems like you are like that traitor over there!” (Kazuya) “-Gulp-” (Percival) “Don’t worry I will make it quick! Lance....” (Ruby) “TWIN-RANG!” (Percival) “CRAP AHHH” (Maria) “RUBY WHAT THE HELL!”. (Ruby) “Sorry but come with us” I took her inside the theatre alongside Kazuya! (Maria) “I....I can’t believe you would do that to Percival like that...you said you were a fan. Also I thought we were going to be friends...” (Ruby) “If you love Percival why not call him by his actual name?” she got annoyed but looked like she agreed.

(Naoh) “So what’t the plan now cause he won’t stay down as easily as you are assuming!”. (Maria) “AAAH...why is there a ghost...cat guy?” hmm looks like she has ticked all the boxes for someone who can see through Whim’s tricks. (Kazuya) “Naoh wanna do that go live thing so we can three v one that knight guy?”. (Naoh) “Oh yeah well that only works when someone is being true to themselves, for example Ruby admitting she wanted friends and you wanting people to acknowledge you!”. (Maria) “What are you guys talking about?” we wanted to explain but, (Percival) “GET THOSE THREE TRAINTORS MY FANS”. We ran into one of the screening rooms, we sat down at the back and tried to explain things to Maria!”.

[glowingbadger]

Okay, so I had a thought for our dear fox boy, Kurama.... Imagine, "trying" to tease him by going down on him only to suddenly switch it up and go down on you instead, especially when you least expect it as revenge. You're on the phone with your best friend and suddenly he's there between your legs, but you can't say anything or let your friend know.

Oh-hoo, a most excellent concept, friend- and actually plays into a couple things I've written about Kurama before too, so I guess I should have seen this coming xD

Also this all just reminded me that I HAVE to do some sketches of the YYH boys in late 90's fashion. Ugh, what absolute icons.

Kurama (YYH) x AFAB Reader

NSFW 18+ v

Kurama's hair splays out across the pillow, making him look for all the world like a lounging ingenue in a romantic painting. Still, those emerald eyes level on you with a sharp cunning that tells you clearly where you stand. He wears a subdued smile that someone who didn't know him might find pleasant, charming- but you know what the grin of a fox spirit really means.

"Feeling rather bold today, aren't you?" he says, his tone light and conversational, even as your hands run down his chest and the toned contours of his abdomen from atop his clothing.

"Well, it doesn't seem fair for you to call the shots all the time," you reply from your position straddling his hips. You like to think you sound the part of the confident seductress, but your heart leaps every time you meet Kurama's calculated gaze. You may be in the "dominant" position, but you know you haven't nearly tamed him. For now, you'll just have to try to push him a bit further.

You kiss a slow and deliberate path down the center of his torso, undoing the buttons of his shirt one-by-one, and revelling in the feeling of firm muscle shifting and flexing at your touch. Kurama lets out an openly pleasured sigh, and doesn't shy away in the slightest as your hands reach the front of his jeans. With a playful little hum, you run your hand up along the bulge of his stiffening cock beneath layers of fabric. Very subtly, his hips shift up towards your touch, and you bite at your lip as your eyes flicker up to his yet unreadable expression.

"You must be much more sensitive than you let on, Kurama," you tease, tracing his length with a single finger, "You're already this hard, after all."

Just as you'd started to feel sure of having the upper hand, he props himself up on an elbow to observe you between his thighs. One hand reaches down to caress your cheek, ending at your chin, where his thumb runs the curve of your lower lip.

"Of course I am," he replies bluntly, "It's only natural when I desire you so ardently. Besides," he goes on, his grin curling into a smirk, "If your aim is retribution for all that I've done to you, then I imagine I have quite a thrilling evening to look forward to."

So much for flustering him, or even just getting him to act a little bit shy. Your cheeks burn hot, and you mumble,

"Should have tied you up. And gagged you, while we're at it."

"Hm. Perhaps you should have," Kurama replies casually.

This bastard. Is it really this impossible to gain the slightest bit of ground on him?

Impatient for results, you undo the front of his jeans, and tug them down with his boxers, freeing his impressive member from its confines. Kurama continues to watch you comfortably as you take the base of his cock in hand and slowly drag your tongue up the underside of his shaft. You can feel it twitching and swelling in your hand, hardening to its full size before too long. Frankly, you've half a mind to climb onto his lap and ride him then and there. He does so love to tease you- the chance to have him now without the usual exercise of restraint is undeniably tempting. For the time being, you satisfy yourself with gently licking and kissing his twitching manhood, letting the warmth of your breath and fleeting touches gently stimulate him.

He is clearly enjoying himself; aside from the soft murmurs of pleasure he grants you as your tongue circles the crown of his cock, his direct gaze hasn't wavered for even a moment. Still propped up above you, he absently strokes your hair in one hand as half-lidded eyes watch your attempts to provoke him.

"You mean to tease me, I see..." he says softly, his tone only hinting at his amusement. Even better concealed is the heady arousal building at his core- his desire to break this arrogant facade you've put on, to see you crumble back into obedience at his hands.

And as if by divine providence, his opportunity arrives.

The phone at the bedside table rings, and you pause to glance up at Kurama. Only the glint in his eye hints at his plan at first- but then, as you watch in disbelief, he picks up the phone before it's finished its third ring. He sits upright as he greets your friend on the line, and your body feels hot and cold all at once.

"Hm? Oh, yes- right here, in fact. One moment."

Kurama meets your eyes with a smirk and offers the phone to you with his hand cupped over the receiver. Your face is burning red, and you grumble near inaudibly,

"No fair!"

He gives a short laugh, tucking away his still-hard cock and then fixing his clothing with his free hand as he says,

"I apologize if I have ever given you the impression that I am 'fair' by nature." All at once, he catches you around the waist and pulls you down onto your back on the bed. You resist crying out in surprise, if only because when you look up at him and see the smouldering heat in his eyes, your breath catches in your chest. Then, without a word, he hands the phone to you. Biting nervously at your lower lip, you take it from him, clear your throat, and say,

"He-hey! How's it going?"

Your friend immediately launches into an excited ramble about the finale of a show she's been following obsessively for the last year and a half. Honestly, you should have expected this call- stupid of you to think you'd have the evening free with the finale airing. As she goes on about how "so many of her predictions were dead-on," Kuramas hands run indulgently down the contours of your body. Your heart races, and you can't help tensing, arching up against him just a little. Then, he's working your pants down off your hips, and you give him a pleading look that he meets like a stone wall.

"-- I mean, can you believe it?! It's like, exactly what I said would happen!!"

"Yeah, that's, uh," you struggle to keep up, but your eyes are fixed on Kurama lowering himself between your bared legs, "that's pretty wild..."

With a placade grin on his face, he kisses a trail down the inside curve of your thigh, his touches delicate and yet unreserved. Your eyelids flutter half-shut, but you force yourself to- more or less -follow the thread of your friend's rant. That is, until you feel the sting of Kurama's teeth at the soft flesh far up the inner curve of your thigh. He sucks a dark love-bite to your skin- one that you know will remind you of his presence there for days to come. Still, you manage to camouflage your gasp of shock and pleasure into a sudden cough.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, totally! Sorry, don't mind me- go on!" you babble out your reply in a hurry, knowing you won't be able to trust your voice when Kurama continues this torment. He chuckles silently behind his hand, and you pout uselessly at him. Rather than acknowledge this, he refocuses on his task as the phone rant continues. You do your best to keep a consistent stream of "Oh, yeah?" and "Wow, crazy!", all while elegant fingers spread your lower lips and warm breath teases your over-sensitive body. Then, without warning, his tongue glides firm across your aching clit. Your thighs twitch in around his head and you arch up from the bed.

"Woa--! That's... incredible!" you translate the gasp you desperately want to let out into a perhaps overly-enthusiastic reply. Fortunately, your friend is too caught up in her finale recap to police her own excitement, let alone yours. Still wearing that cocky smirk, Kurama pushes his hair back behind his ears, then returns to tease your clit with the tip of his tongue.

He doesn't let up after this, and frankly, your impulses are torn. Part of you wants to be as subtle as possible, to silently endure the slow, luxurious movements of his lips and tongue pulsing against your cunt and stiffened clit. Another part of you- the part you're fighting to subdue -wants to grab onto that silky red hair and grind against him, to rush yourself to your climax and to spare yourself further torture. But you and Kurama both know you won't be able to keep quiet if you do. So you fuss anxiously with the phone's tangled cord, shifting and squirming on the bed beneath him and biting back pleasured gasps and whimpers.

Your legs are trembling around him and you're positively soaked with your arousal and his saliva. Leaning back on the pillow, you scrunch your eyes closed and take a deep breath.

"Oh- you remember that one voice actor I told you about?"

"Yeah, uh," you struggle to pull your thoughts together, but Kurama nudges the flat of his tongue rhythmically against your clit, and your body is begging for release, "This show... was his first big on-screen thing, right?" you manage to choke out. As though pleased by your performance, your lover gives a soft hum that sends his breath fluttering over your vulnerable skin, then presses more firmly into you. His skillful tongue teases your entrance for a moment, rubbing into you while your muscles tighten, instinctively longing for friction, for something inside, for something to cling to. You're panting silently, biting at your finger to keep quiet while your friend tells you all about her latest celebrity crush.

So close. You're so dangerously close to the rush of your climax. But you hold on, every inch of your body aching with need and restraint. Kurama can obviously sense the desperate state you're in, and you know that he's savoring it. And yet, when you glance down to watch the erotic movements of his mouth, the way his eyes devour you, the way his hands grip at your hips- you realize that you don't have it in you to care about your pride anymore.

"Anyway, they're airing an interview with the cast soon, so I gotta go so I don't miss it."

The words are a beacon of hope, and while your friend apologizes for cutting out so suddenly, you assure her again and again that you don't mind.

"Really, you should... go- uh, go enjoy the thing!"

Kurama's lips seal around your clit and the dearly sensitive surrounding flesh. His tongue flicks across the hard little bundle over and over, his hands firm at your hips, holding you strictly in place. He's not holding back anymore. Your eyes roll back and your body burns, but you keep yourself silent. Just a little longer. Don't let him make you cum- not yet. He feels too good- and you know he wouldn't care if you screamed his name for your friend or anyone else to hear.

"Oh, also, we should totally grab coffee or something soon!"

"Yeah- that sounds really good-!" your back arcs up from the sheets.

"Cool! I'll call again soon, byeeee!"

You hear the click of the receiver on the other end. Your arms go limp, dropping the phone to the floor. Kurama leans over you, pushing himself against you while his tongue works your clit and you gasp aloud for him.

"Kurama! Ohhh... Oh, God- I'm-!"

A tingling, sparkling wave of pleasure explodes from your core and rushes across the surface of your skin. You can't remember the last time you came this hard, and you imagine Kurama can feel what he's doing to you. Your taste coats his tongue, one shaky hand weaves your fingers through his hair as your hips buck towards him. With one last desperate cry of his name, you relax back onto the bed, your boneless limbs making you feel like a puddle of mindless bliss.

Panting, practically gasping for breath, your unfocused eyes gaze up at the ceiling as the last tremors of your climax pass through you.

"Haa... Mm, Kurama..." you whimper out as he places one last kiss to your now soaked folds.

He crawls up atop you, and a gentle hand turns your face to him. His smile is warm and openly affectionate, and he caresses your cheek like a groom at the altar. Looking at him now, it's hard to imagine he's the same man who just put you through that unique form of torture. You're still catching your breath, and when he kisses you with all the tenderness in the world, you can hardly even reciprocate.

"Well done, my love," he says at last, "Do you think you can continue to behave for me tonight?"

Some distant part of your mind realizes that you've been manipulated- that he's utterly dismantled your attempt at dominance. You should be frustrated. You should try to regain the upper hand and show him that he doesn't always gets to be in control. Instead, your half-lidded eyes meet him and you murmur,

"Yes... I'll be good..."