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#but thank you ah for almost 10 years of fun
scarlettheknight · 2 years
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Happy 14th birthday Achievement Hunter!
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eloves-writes · 3 months
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so it goes…
[coriolanus snow x reader]
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desc: part 2 here! as dr gaul’s assistant, you find yourself alone in her laboratory bearing an unpleasant task with her other mentee, coriolanus snow, who you strongly despise. or so it goes … warnings: smut, oral sex (f receiving), slightly public sex, reader is wearing a skirt, think that's it but please lmk if i need to add anything! a/n: thank you so much for all the love on my last fic! and thank you anon for this request, i love and appreciate requests more than you know!!! enjoy this. will for sure write a second chapter if one singlular person expresses interest. mwah mwah mwah ily this work contains mature themes, minors dni
dr gaul’s lab was filled with weird and wonderful (but mostly weird) things. you sat, bored, on your side of the gamemaker’s desk staring at shelves and shelves of creatures of all shapes and sizes with various muttations. according to the clock beside you, it had been 30 minutes since gaul herself had left the room to ‘see to something’. it was often best not to ask questions when things like that happened, but you really wished she would come back soon as your work day technically ended in a few minutes and gaul’s second-favourite mentee came to visit her after hours almost every day. coriolanus snow was not necessarily an unpleasant person, not to you at least, but he was certainly unbearable. he was so up his own ass thinking he was better than everybody else that he failed to realise how much of a pompous twat he was. ‘snow lands on top’. god, those four words were practically all you heard come out of his mouth when he wasn’t sucking up to dr gaul or spewing fake niceties to any authoritative figure who would listen.
as you were thinking about how annoying he is and how pretentious his stupid hairstyle was, the door to the lab was hauled open by the peacekeepers who stood guard outside. thank god gaul was back, you couldn’t wait to get out of here. not that you weren’t grateful for this assistant’s position, because it was a highly coveted role for university students each year and you’d beat them all out for it. even snow. ha. even suck-up snow. fuck. snow.
the tall blond had entered the lab and was walking up to your desk with his usual self-assured smile and red uniform.
“y/n, good evening.”
“snow.”
his pleasant facade dropped for just a moment at your monotonous response.
“where’s dr gaul?”
you passive aggressively put down the pen you had been tapping on the desk.
“i don’t know,” you replied blandly, studying his face like you trying to read his mind. “she left like a half hour ago to ‘see to something’, but she’s not been back. i’d suggest you leave and speak to her tomorrow instead.”
coriolanus pulled a face as if thoroughly surprised that anyone could be anything less than cordial to him. it was a subtle change in expression, but you figured that’s what he was thinking.
“that’s quite alright, y/n,” he smiled mockingly, “i’ll sit right here and wait. nowhere to be tonight.”
“shocker,” you murmured, watching as snow sat in the empty chair opposite you.
the two of you stayed sat at gaul’s desk for almost 10 minutes before either of you said anything else.
“how is the apprenticeship going?” snow asked, trying to fill the awkward silence by feigning interest.
“it’s great. thanks. thrilling, actually. i’m having the time of my life. this is so much fun,” you retorted.
coriolanus raised an eyebrow and shifted in his seat. “you know, every one of gaul’s students wanted this apprenticeship. if you’re not enjoying it, i am more than certain that you could find somebody to fill the role.”
you huffed sarcastically. “oh good try, snow. i’m not giving it up that easily.”
“so i’ve heard,” he muttered.
before you could respond to that, the laboratory doors hauled open again and dr gaul finally returned.
“ah, coriolanus, good,” she welcomed, entering with purpose in her stride. “i have a small ask of the pair of you.”
there was no way in the whole of panem that this would be a ‘small’ ask, coming from her. coriolanus’ eyes widened in apprehension.
“don’t make that face at me, coriolanus snow.”
“sorry.”
“good. i must continue to deal with a situation that has arisen, i need you two to feed chupa before he gets too hungry. that’s all, then you both may leave and i shall see you," you watched her search for a rhyme, "before tomorrow’s eve.”
then she turned to leave, with you and coriolanus pulling faces of horror. ‘chupa’ was a particularly hideous and dangerous looking creature that gaul had advised you, on multiple occasions, to keep your distance from. and now she was asking you to feed him? sometimes it was like she wanted you dead.
“wait a minute,” you said hesitantly. gaul moved only her head to look at you and you regretted opening your mouth immediately. “sorry, dr gaul, you want us,” you motioned to yourself and snow, “to feed that,” you pointed at the cage where the beast appeared to be smirking.
“yes,” she replied plainly. “he will eat anything, but he most likes the small green snakes.”
with that, she left the lab again.
coriolanus looked at you, looked at chupa, then looked back at you. “what the fuck is that?”
you snorted, enjoying seeing him uncomfortable. “do you want to get the snakes, or shall i?”
“you get them,” he spoke quickly. “i don’t like snakes.”
you were suspicious at this apparently strong aversion to the slithering reptiles. perhaps they’d scared him when he was younger, and never shook it off. or perhaps one had bitten him. you imagined him flailing his arms and screaming and it made you chuckle to yourself as you took a jar half-filled with thin, forest green snakes. they weren’t venomous, in fact they were quite amiable and undeserving of being fed to the ugly brute in the cage beside you. regardless, you removed two snakes from the jar and placed it back on the shelf.
coriolanus was keeping his distance, making you do all the work. lazy asshole.
“can you open the cage?” you directed snarkily. he tentatively unfastened the top of the cage, standing closer to you than he ever had before. up close, he looked like a real person. a real person who was just as real as everybody else in the capitol, not any better. he smelt better than a lot of them though. like cologne and fresh roses. you mentally chastised yourself for noticing and tried to focus on the task at hand.
your snake-holding hand slid towards chupa’s mouth, which opened to reveal a large set of sharp fangs that seemed to be moving upwards
“be careful of the fangs,” snow warned from behind you.
“thank you coriolanus, i’m so glad you told me that. i was truly about to stick my fingers into his mouth,” you retorted sarcastically, starting to feed the snakes to the disgusting creature.
he mumbled something incoherent that sounded something like “i wish you would.”
“sorry what was that, snow? did you say something,” you asked, becoming more irritated by his unhelpful presence.
as chupa finished the tail of the second snake, he bit the air above him in an attempt to get your hand for dessert, making you rapidly withdraw your hand from the cage and leap backwards. coriolanus dropped the lid in shock and it thankfully fastened itself.
when you had leapt backwards, you had leapt backwards straight into snow’s arms that he had instinctively wrapped around you in protection. his arms were stronger than they looked through his uniform jacket, and his chest much more toned. it felt beyond strange to be this close to him. but something deep inside of you suddenly yearned to be closer, and you slowly rotated yourself in his arms to face him, hands pressed against his chest.
coriolanus was looking into your eyes like nothing else was in the room. like he had never seen a person’s eyes this close before. he was looking at you like you were most incredibly fascinating thing he had ever seen.
and maybe you were; he had grown used to the capitol women throwing themselves at him. he didn’t struggle to take them home, had no issues finding a date to all the various events he attended. then there you were- snapping at him and poking fun at him, and not even waiting until his back was turned to roll your eyes or pull faces. in what he deemed a cruel twist of fate, you were the only girl in the capitol who didn’t look at him like he was god, and you were the only girl in the capitol he truly felt something deeper than momentary lust for.
his lust for you was not momentary. it was perpetual. and having you this close to him, safe and protected in his arms, confirmed for him that you needed to be his. the world bent to the will of coriolanus snow. and so would you.
in an instant where your body no longer obeyed your better judgment, you pressed your lips to coriolanus’.
he kissed you back like you were a source of oxygen, using his advantageous hold of you to force you to walk backwards towards the rows of bookshelves behind gaul’s desk without separating your lips. he swiftly checked the door to make sure nobody had snuck in before your bodies were eclipsed by the cover of the well-stocked shelves and you were roughly pushed up against them. snow continued to kiss you, moving down to your neck to leave marks sure to raise questions the next morning, then down to your collarbone, unbuttoning your blouse as he went so that his path was clear to mark you with his mouth all the way down to the waistband of your skirt. his kneeled down before you and pushed up your skirt, looking up at you for approval. you nodded, still caught up in the moment. this was fine. this felt good. it really felt good when snow removed your panties and placed your legs over his shoulders, holding you up at the waist and running his tongue along your folds, earning a loud moan from you. he withdrew his head from you skirt to shush you, before returning his tongue to your centre and flicking it against your clit. you bit onto your knuckle to absorb the sound of the whimpers escaping you. where the fuck had he learned to do this? it felt heavenly, his mouth drawing you ever closer to release with his large hands digging into your hips to keep you in position.
“coryo,” you whispered. “coryo, i’m close.”
he began to hum in acknowledgement, sending you right over the edge. a moan slipped from your mouth as you came, feeling your slick drip onto his face. he continued to lap at your juices as you rode out your orgasm, a blissful haze washing over you. if these were the skills making snow so cocky, you couldn’t fault him for that particular trait any longer. he lifted his head and smiled at you like a man who was very aware you’d just cum on his face by his manipulation. he helped you take your legs from his shoulders with a satisfied smirk when they wobbled under the weight of your body, then he kissed you again, softer this time, to force you to taste yourself on his tongue. you reached your hand forward to his crotch, palming him through his constricting pants. he indulged you for a minute, then removed your hand and lifted it to his lips like a true gentlemen.
you felt a little disappointed to not repay the favour, finally feeling content with your formerly repressed lust for the man.
but then he leaned down to your ear and whispered in a low tone, “you can owe me one,” before giving you one last lewd kiss and leaving you stood behind the bookshelves in the head gamemaker’s office with messed up hair and a realisation that you really wanted coriolanus snow to come and visit after hours again tomorrow.
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thursdaystarchild · 2 months
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𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆.
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anton is a loved musician.
his works are everywhere. be it a music store, a clothing store, heck even a restaurant will play his songs.
his fans love his songs, especially his lyrics. it's so full of love and content, like he's actually inlove. which he is, it's just nobody else knows yet.
the inspiration behind his music is his lovely bestfriend of 10 years, and girlfriend of 2 years. behind every song that he writes, you are always beside him—helping him create a melody, a beat, a sound. it was your own bonding moment, always a harmonious one because the two of you are able to have fun and enjoy without being bombarded with cameras.
the world knew you were a close friend of anton, his treasured childhood friend but they didn't know he confessed to you with the same song that went insanely popular because of its melancholy melody and daring lyrics.
you are so precious to him.
even right now, seated comfortably on the space between anton's crossed legs, you were humming a random tune you came up with, his studio microphone already in your hands as he busy himself with clicking some files on his large computer.
it was comforting how this is almost your daily routine after coming back from university everyday. visiting your boyfriend in his wide studio and bringing him food he personally requested—of course he pays you back with money more than you payed with plus a lot of kisses and quality time.
"that's a pretty tone, sweets." he calmly tells you, kissing your temple lightly. you hum, unaware of the smitten eyes he has on you. "and you're really pretty too."
that, your ears catch. your face reddening in a span of seconds as he watches you quietly with a cute chuckle escaping his pretty lips.
anton can just get used to this, he already has. it's been 2 years since you started dating and he made his intentions clear that he'll always fluster you whenever he has the chance. "focus on your work, love." you pulled your hands away from the recording button to gently move his face away from staring at you to the computer infront of him—he turns back anyway and you huff defeated.
"but you are a part of my work. my lovely, little music muse." he grins at you mischievously, lithe fingers tickling your sides softly to emite a small laughter out of you. you're beautiful, he thinks. whatever he did in his past life to meet you now and have you by himself, he was just thankful.
"gosh, anton. you're killing me here!" you laugh aloud, squirming in his hold as he peppers you with kisses that leaves you in a haze, because wow, his lips are soft.
"yeah, yeah. but hey, one day i'll introduce you to the whole world."
your laughter slowly lowered as you look at him in the eye, he only holds sincerity and love for you, screw him and his head over heels emotions, but he was honest and genuine.
"i know, you always keep your words." a smile graced your lips, your hands delicately fixing his bangs from the earlier fun you both had, his protective eye glasses falling from his nose too, and you fix that for him.
"i love you." he tells you, so tender that you think he'll break if he even says it one more time. anton leaned closer to you, his hands finding your wrist to stop the movement it's doing to his hair.
a kiss to your forehead, to your nose, and a passionate one to your lips.
ah yes, his music muse. in his arms tonight and to more nights in the future. only his, for him to love and adore. for him to write songs to and about. you're just that person, his harmony.
I'm gonna marry your daughter
And make her my wife
I want her to be the only girl that I'll love for the rest of my life
And give her the best of me 'til the day that I die, yeah
I'm gonna marry your princess
And make her my queen
She'll be the most beautiful bride that I've ever seen
I can't wait to smile
As she walks down the aisle
On the arm of her father
On the day that I marry your daughter
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lliminall · 1 year
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carino
[giorno giovanna/reader]
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tags: fem reader, NSFW (minors do not interact), giorno being smitten with you, fingering, teasing, giorno is older than you by about 10 years, sappy sweet sex for the birthday boy. giorno is charming but he’s also a bit of an intense weirdo and I wish we would talk about that more
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It occurs to you, as your shoulder is clipped for the third time this night and you almost spill your drink again, that you should learn to get more comfortable with saying the word no.
No, Chiara, I don’t want to go clubbing with you tonight. No, I’m tired and I’ve got work in the morning and I’m really not that thrilled at the thought of spending my Sunday night surrounded by people several tax brackets above me.
Ah, but as your drink sloshes in your glass and you bite back a sharp fuck, Chiara leans against you and laughs wholeheartedly, and you remember why you can’t ever seem to deny her anything. For all the trouble she gets you into, she’s your friend.
And she’s got a credit card with her dad’s name on it that she whips out every time she drags you to these upscale venues. That certainly helps.
“God, your clumsy tonight,” she laughs. “I told you not to wear those shoes.”
“What, and ruin this outfit with my sneakers?” you say, gesturing to your dress and heels. Around you people mingle and dance, wearing clothes from brands you see in fashion magazines. And here you are among them, in your bargain rack best.
“True,” Chiara concedes. “Well. At least you look pretty.”
Before you can thank her, her eyes blow wide and her shoulders go rigid as she catches sight of something behind you.
“Oh, god,” she says with dread, and you follow her line of sight to see none other than her father, seated at a table on the balcony overlooking the floor. She gasps.
“Oh, god,” she says, with even more dread, as her father catches sight of her and waves her over. She whips around to face you.
“Shit. I didn’t know he was going to be here,” she whispers.
“I mean, I guess old men are allowed to have fun, too,” you tease.
“No,” she hisses. “That’s not what he’s here for. Don’t you see who he’s sitting with?”
You peer over her shoulder to look at his table again. Through the crowd you can just make out bits and pieces of men in fine suits, a man in a bright red hat, and…someone else. Someone who certainly stands out from the rest with his long blonde curls and the low cut of his pink suit. The set of his shoulders and the hard line of his gaze as he converses with the man in the hat communicates clearly that he is someone important. Someone who’s used to being treated as important.
“The blonde?” you ask.
“The blonde?” Chiara repeats, incredulous. “The blonde? You don’t know who that is?”
You tilt your head at her. “Uhm, should I?”
She stares at you for a moment, thinking.
“Right,” she says. “I forget that you’re not…well. I guess you wouldn’t know. Just, uh, be polite. Really polite. Like you’re talking to the president.”
She takes your hand and begins to tug you to the stairs.
“Sorry, what?” you hiss. “Who’s up there?”
“It doesn’t matter,” she says quickly. “Don’t worry about it, we’ll just go up and say hi to my dad and leave.”
“Don’t worry about it?” you argue as she drags you up the stairs. “You can’t make a huge deal out of it and then tell me not to-“ your voice trails off as you realize you’re coming within earshot of the table, and Chiara’s face breaks into a grin as her father waves the both of you over.
“Ah, mia principessa,” he greets her as she leans over his chair to kiss his cheek. “How fortunate to see you here. You never visit your poor father these days.”
“Papá, I told you I’ve been busy,” Chiara groans.
Her father says your name warmly, and offers his hand for you to take. In the few times you’ve met him, Signore Alessi has only ever been kind to you. “A pleasure to see you, as always. I trust you’re keeping my daughter in line?”
“Trying to,” you say, letting him clasp your hand in his. “You know how it goes.”
“Indeed I do,” he says, and motions to two men who immediately pull out a chair for each of you.
“Oh, we don’t want to interrupt,” Chiara says, and tries to wave one of the men away.
“Nonsense,” her father replies. “I was just telling Don Giovanna about you, anyway.”
Chiara laughs nervously and takes her seat. You follow suit.
The seat you’re offered places you next to Chiara, and across from the man with the red hat. At the head of table, beside him, is who you assume is Don Giovanna.
“He had only the best to say of you,” Don Giovanna says with a low smile. Signore Alessi couldn’t look more pleased, and it occurs to you that this man, although younger than him, is clearly the one with the most influence at this table. The honorific title of Don only confirms that he’s someone of great social standing here. Your gut twists uncomfortably with anxiety; Chiara really has brought you out of your league with this one.
“Your father tells me you’re studying sociology?” Don Giovanna continues.
“Ah, yes,” Chiara stutters quickly.
“What would you like to do with it?”
“Social work,” she answers.
Don Giovanna nods his head. “That’s an admirable goal,” he says. “We could certainly use more compassionate workers in the social services.”
And because Chiara is apparently uncomfortable with the amount of attention on her, and because you’re the most convenient victim, she says, “thank you, Don Giovanna, but really I only chose to do it because of my friend.”
She motions to you, and the Don’s eyes, and every other pair of eyes at the table, move to watch you.
“She’s always there for me, even when I don’t deserve it, and she’s the kindest person I know. I just want to be able to become that kind of person for others.”
You think you could cry at hearing such genuine praise, if you couldn’t feel Chiara nudging your heel under the table to shake you out of your headspace. The table full of important men is awaiting your response (and, conveniently, no longer pinning that attention on Chiara).
You don’t know what to say. How do you even respond to such high praise? You don’t know what to say but you need to say something. Anything.
“Oh, uhm. Fuck.”
Ok, well. Anything but that.
The table bursts into laughter. Chiara covers her mouth and snorts as her father claps his hand to his chest in a full belly laugh. The man in the hat cracks the first grin you’ve seen from him yet, and even the Don is stifling a low smile. You don’t know whether you should be relieved or even more embarrassed.
“(Y/n) has been a wonderful friend to my girl,” Signore Alessi says, saving you from having to recover yourself with a response. “I’m grateful that my daughter has such a good influence in her life.”
As Signore Alessi goes on, gracefully rescuing you with a change of subject, the man in the hat catches your attention.
“Is that an accent I’m hearing?” he asks.
“That obvious?” you say sheepishly. “Yeah, I moved here a couple of years ago.”
“Your Italian’s very good, but I can always clock a foreigner,” he says. “And I’m also guessing this isn’t the type of place you usually hang out in.”
God, you’re going to kick Chiara for this later.
“Uh, no. I mean yes, you’re right. This wasn’t exactly my first choice for tonight.”
“Ooh, well don’t tell my boss that,” he says with a teasing lilt, nodding his head towards Don Giovanna, who is listening attentively to whatever story Signore Alessi is in the middle of. “He kind of owns the place.”
Beside you, Chiara sighs. “What she means to say is that she’s a homebody who doesn’t know how to party. Of course the club is lovely.” She kicks you under the table.
“Hey, no shame in that,” the man says. “Between you and me, I’d rather be at home with a beer right now, but duty calls.”
“Oh, are you in real estate like Signore Alessi?” you ask. The man stares at you for a beat. Chiara shifts in her seat beside you.
“Yeah,” he answers at last. “Real estate. We were just meeting about uh, property and shit, you know how it goes. Boring stuff.”
As Chiara is folding and unfolding her hands, you notice that her eyes have flicked to the Don, and you also notice, in your peripheral, that the Don’s eyes have flicked to you. There’s a sense that something is going over your head here, like being on the outside of a joke everyone else is in on, but as soon as the feeling appears the man in front of you is speaking again.
“Anyway! I haven’t even introduced myself. The name’s Mista.”
You offer him your own name, and he orders drinks for you and Chiara, insisting that you stay and chat with everyone. Their meeting has wrapped up anyway, and he would never turn down the company of two pretty girls, he explains.
Mista is easy to talk to. Easygoing and genial, he quickly has you relaxing into a friendly conversation. Your anxiety from before melts away as you tell him about your home country, about the ridiculous situations Chiara has dragged you into (which she responds to with a groan), and as he answers with a laugh and a funny story of his own. You are so wrapped up in conversation with them, that you pay no attention to the eyes watching you quietly from further down the table.
You’re laughing with a half-empty glass in your hand when Chiara tugs on your wrist and excuses you both from the table for a moment.
“Oh my god. He’s checking you out,” she whispers as she pulls you into the bathroom.
“Mista?” you ask, feeling your cheeks warm. “I mean, he’s sweet but-“
“No!” she interrupts, and leans into your space conspiratorially. “The Don.”
Hah. The Don.
“Ok. Sure,” you say.
“I’m not joking,” she says. “God, you’re so clueless. He’s been watching you this whole time.”
“I haven’t even spoken to him,” you say. “And he’s like, 10 years older than us, at least. And rich.”
“And he was watching you,” Chiara huffs. She says your name lowly and levels you with a stare. “I know these things. Remember the last time I caught someone checking you out?”
“The guy who showed up to our date with an ankle monitor on?”
“God, that’s not the point. I told you he was flirting and I was right.”
Sensing that this conversation is not about to go anywhere else, you concede with a halfhearted “ok” and push the door open to leave.
You push the door open into the Don’s face.
He catches it smoothly with one large hand and doesn’t flinch as you squawk.
“Sorry! I didn’t see you there,” you squeak.
“No worries, Signorina,” he says. In the small space of the hallway, you notice that his voice is rich, masculine, smooth. “Is everything all right? Your friend seemed to be in a hurry.” Has he sounded like that all night? Has he been looking at you like that all night?
The hallway to the bathrooms is small, and the the placement of his hand on the door has his arm and body hovering over you in a way that’s almost…intimate. You notice, not for the first time that night, that Giorno is handsome. Very handsome. You decide that you’re reading into things too much because this isn’t a romance novel and things like this don’t happen to you, of course.
“Everything’s fine,” you answer, looking over your shoulder to see that the bathroom behind you is empty, which means that Chiara has hidden herself in one of the stalls.
“My friend was just”-you think of telling him she has a headache, and then remember how embarrassed she made you earlier-“throwing up. A lot. I told her she should have eaten something before coming out and drinking.”
Giorno’s brows pinch in concern. “Ah. Is she…all right? I would be happy to call someone over to check on her.”
“Nope,” you answer. “She’ll be fine as soon as she gets it all out. Last time we went out clubbing it took-“
“Actually!” Chiara’s voice rings out behind you, the stall door flying open with a thud. “I think I’m sick, because I can handle my alcohol just fine, actually, so I’d like you to take me home now, please?”
She sidles up beside you and pinches your side, politely excusing the both of you from the Don as you say “ow.” He makes a face somewhere between quizzical and amused as you’re dragged back to the table for Chiara to kiss her father on the cheek and tell him goodbye.
“So good to see you, principessa,” he says, and turns to you. “Tell her to come visit her poor father sometime, and bring yourself along while you’re at it.”
You smile. “Of course, Signore.”
It seems that the rest of the table is ready to call it a night as well, as Signore Alessi and the others stand and begin to give their goodbyes. You down the rest of your drink quickly, finishing just in time to see that Don Giovanna has come back to the balcony—and that his eyes are on you again, for the second before Signore Alessi is calling for his attention.
You decide that you should leave before he can ask about your poor, sick friend again.
The wash of cool air is more than welcome as you step out of the building and into the street. Your skin must have been flushed for half the night, between the embarrassment, the laughter, the drinks, and…whatever that was with the Don.
“Thank god that’s over,” Chiara sighs beside you, whipping her phone out to call an Uber. “I’m remembering why I always skipped out on dad’s dinners when I was a kid.”
“Oh, I didn’t think they were that bad,” you say. “Especially for a bunch of middle aged-“
The door swings open behind you, and Mista strolls out alone.
“Good, I caught you before you took off,” he says. He nods at Chiara and then looks at you expectantly. “I’ve got a little favor to ask. Could I get your number?”
Oh. Oh no. Mista seems sweet, really, but-
“For my boss.”
Oh. Oh.
Over Mista’s shoulder, you see Chiara’s mouth fall open as she holds herself back from giving you an immediate “I told you so.”
Don Giovanna wants your number. The Don wants your number. You have to be misreading this. Maybe he’s just got an open position for an intern that needs filling. Maybe he’s just very polite and wants to check up on your supposedly nauseous friend later.
“He would’ve asked you himself, but he got a little wrapped up, as you saw,” Mista goes on with a laugh.
“Yeah, sure,” you say before your brain can catch up to your mouth. You enter your number into a phone Mista hands you, and he turns to enter the building again as your Uber pulls up to the curb.
“He’ll probably call you sometime tomorrow,” he says with a wave. “Great meeting you guys. Ciao!”
You watch the door click shut behind him. Chiara is going to be so obnoxious about this. You dive into the car before you can see how smug her expression is and look very pointedly out the window. Incredibly, she says nothing as the driver pulls up to her apartment just a few blocks away, and the both of you trudge through the lobby, into the elevator, and through the doors to her apartment. You’re tugging your dress over your head to change into your pajamas when she finally speaks.
“I’m booking you an appointment with my Brazilian waxer,” she says.
You would smack her with a pillow, if you didn’t know that she was also offering to pay. And with the way your nerves are already beginning to act up, it’s an offer you may want to take her up on.
The next weekend, Chiara comes over to help you get ready for your date by laying in bed and watching while you put your makeup on and offering such useful suggestions as “are you sure you don’t want my push-up bra? I would want a push-up bra.”
You don’t bother to respond, because you think your boobs look fine in the mirror, and because you still can’t make yourself believe this date will end up in that direction anyway. Giorno, as he asked you to call him, had been nothing but polite over his texts to you. Brief, formal, but polite.
He did specifically call it a date, which defeated your theory of a job offering, but it all still feels so…unbelievable.
“I still can’t believe this is happening,” Chiara says, as if reading your thoughts. “I mean, of course he’s into you, because you’re beautiful and smart and nice, but-“ she sighs. “God. You have no idea how big this guy is. This is so insane.”
“What, is he the prime minister’s landlord?” you laugh. “I can handle some big-shot real estate mogul.”
Chiara looks at you the way she might look at a dog with three legs. Sweet, but pitiful.
“You are so, so clueless,” she says. “You should probably stay that way.”
You don’t have time to wonder what the fuck she’s talking about, because your phone pings with a text from Giorno. He’s pulling up to your apartment complex.
It’s drizzling as you push past the doors of your apartment building. You didn’t think to bring an umbrella down, you hope this doesn’t smudge your makeup—and the worms have already begun to wriggle onto the sidewalk.
Poor things. The skies will be cleared up and the sidewalk will be bone dry again in just a couple of hours. They don’t even know that they’re about to die slowly and horribly.
It’s just as you’re picking up the last one that you hear a car pull up to the curb behind you. You pray that it isn’t Giorno, come just in time to see you crouched in a puddle with a worm between your fingers, but you can’t imagine that anyone else in this grubby apartment block would be driving a Ferrari. He steps out just as you’re placing the little guy into a soft patch of grass.
“Buonasera,” he greets you as he takes in the scene. Your hands are dripping with mud water and worm slime, and suddenly you’re very worried about getting dirt in this car that probably cost more than you’ll make in years.
“Buonasera,” you say. “I was just, um. The worms-“ you trail off as you realize you don’t have an explanation that doesn’t make you feel a bit silly, but Giorno’s face breaks into a soft smile. He produces a handkerchief from his pocket and takes your dirty hands in his.
“I can see that,” he says, rubbing your hands gently between the fabric, brushing it between each finger and over every knuckle. His hands are warm. Your skin is clammy. “I’m sure they appreciate the effort.”
He opens the passenger door for you and escorts you in with a hand on your arm, and your cheeks begin to warm with that familiar heat.
The restaurant he brings you to is easily the nicest you’ve ever stepped foot in. Certainly nicer than the boutique cafes Chiara (and her dad’s credit card) often treat you to. Giorno hands his keys to a valet and leads you up the steps with a hand on your lower back, through a set of heavy double doors and into the lavish building. Elegant decor, low lighting, floor to ceiling windows overlooking Naple’s skyline and the bay…this definitely has ankle monitor guy beat. Regretfully, you do have to give this one to Chiara.
The hostess looks up from her station as you approach, and upon seeing Giorno, immediately gathers a couple of menus and motions for the two of you to follow her. He must be a regular here, you think, or maybe it has something to do with what Chiara was telling you earlier. Something about Giorno being a bigger deal than you understood.
The hostess seats you at a table in the far corner of the restaurant. Quiet, secluded from the other patrons. Giorno pulls your seat out for you and takes the jacket from your shoulders. He orders a bottle of wine with a name you don’t recognize and the hostess leaves you with your menus.
“I hope the restaurant is to your liking,” he says. He must be joking. Everything about it is beautiful, if not a little intimidating for someone unused to such luxury.
“It’s very pretty,” you say, looking out across the bay. The sun is beginning to set, casting vivid red hues across the seawater.
“Do you like to watch the ocean?” he asks.
“From a distance, absolutely,” you answer. “Up close it gets a little…scarier.”
“Scary? Are you not a fan of swimming, then?”
“Oh no,” you say quickly. “I saw Jaws when I was a kid. Never been the same since.”
The corner of Giorno’s mouth quirks. “I can assure you no one here has died in a shark attack for a very long time.”
The waiter returns to set a wine bottle and two glasses on the table, pouring it out for both of you. Giorno takes a slow sip of his and you pick up your glass to do the same. You aren’t usually one for wine, but you’re not about to offend him by rejecting it. You take a sip and try not to make a face that says “ew.”
“Do you enjoy wine?” Giorno asks.
“Yes,” you lie. “Your friend said you own the club we met at?” A smooth change of subject.
“I do, as well as a couple of others in the city. My business partners and I often hold meetings there, as you saw.”
“Meeting about uh, real estate things?” God, you’re bad at this.
Giorno smiles. “No, not quite. We were actually discussing an upcoming charity fundraiser.”
“That’s nice. Chiara always said her dad’s coworkers were-“ you realize you’re about to put your foot in your mouth yet again, and change course. “-great people. Really generous.”
Giorno takes another slow sip from his glass, and fixes you with a look you can’t quite place. “That very kind of her, but things haven’t always been this way. I do try to keep them in line now that I’m in the business.”
“What charity are you fundraising for?”
“A few,” Giorno begins. “Most of them supporting children and families affected by substance abuse.”
Ah, Naple’s infamous addiction issues. From what you’ve heard, the problem has lessened in severity since the last decade, but an issue with roots so deep can only be uprooted so quickly.
“I’ve heard about the addiction rates here,” you say. “Is it something you’re passionate about?”
“Absolutely,” Giorno says, and his gaze becomes intense, even more so than it always seems to be. “You could say that my life’s work has revolved around it. To threaten the well-being of these people, to pollute these streets with drugs-“ he turns to gaze through the window, at the sidewalks and people below. “-it’s unforgivable.”
You aren’t sure how to respond to such a speech, at first. Giorno’s intensity is brilliant to the point of intimidation, firm and absolute in this conviction he’s shared with you. You realize that this is the same assuredness you’ve seen in him since you met him that night, in every small interaction you witnessed (and shared) with him. In the way he’s looked at you, even after only just having met you. An absolute certainty in what he wants, and the absolute confidence to pursue it. You have no doubt, somehow, that he’ll have it.
“I like that,” you say simply. “I mean, you must be very proud. It seems like all your work is paying off.”
“I am,” he says, with that intense gaze fixed on you. Bright. Brilliant. “Thank you. You would be surprised at how much…resistance my work has been met with. It isn’t something one receives thanks for often, in my circle.”
You can’t imagine an apparent philanthropist being so deprived of something as basic as genuine praise, but the look on his face is achingly close to something you’ve seen before. In kids who were never told enough how good they were, in quiet classmates who’s work never seemed to be noticed. It’s uncomfortable, almost, to see pieces of those people in the man in front of you. It’s intimate, too intimate, and Giorno is still pinning you with that look, so you decide now is a good time to veer the conversation onto a different course.
“Well, if your whole real estate business doesn’t work out, I guess you could always ask the local mafia for a job,” you say.
Giorno’s mouth quirks again. “Oh?”
“My friend says they’ve really cracked down on the drug trade around here,” you explain. “I bet you’d fit right in. Be like a real Dark Knight type of situation.”
“Was Batman in the mafia?” Giorno says, matching your playful tone.
“Uh, maybe? He broke a lot of laws, right? So basically the same thing.”
“Mm,” Giorno hums. “Yes, I suppose it is.” Something in his smile is unplaceable to you. It reminds you of the night in the club, when you were pricked with the feeling that something was going over your head. That Giorno is in on some private joke you’re oblivious to.
“But if I was spending my evenings fighting crime,” he begins. “I wouldn’t have had the pleasure of meeting you.”
Warmth spreads through your cheeks, now from more than just the wine. Giorno is easy to talk to. Charming, witty, polite. The food he orders for you is delicious, of course, and you don’t realize until your plate is cleared and the sun has set that Giorno has managed to keep you talking for the entire evening. To think that you had been so anxious about this date, and just a few hours later here you are, chatting like you’ve known him for months.
When Giorno leads you outside the moon has already begun to rise, cool night air brushing past your flushed skin. His hand is warm on your lower back as he escorts you down the steps, firm under your fingers as he helps you into the car. When he slides into the driver’s seat and his own door clicks shut beside him, the bustle of the street and chatter of the crowds melts away, an intimate silence filling the small space of the car.
“Have I told you that you look beautiful tonight?” Giorno says, his eyes dipping briefly along the curves of your face, your neck, your…they flit back up to meet yours. Your skin prickles.
“Mm, maybe a couple of times,” you say.
Headlights from passing cars bathe Giorno in fleeting streaks of light, glinting off the rings on his fingers, illuminating his face and the skin of his chest where his unbuttoned shirt parts. He brushes his fingers over the soft skin of your hand, watching your face intently, as if testing the waters for your reaction. You curl your fingers into his, feeling the warmth of his palms, the slick metal of his rings.
“Thank you for taking me out,” you say softly.
“The pleasure was mine,” he says, his thumb making slow drags across your knuckles. “You’ll have to allow me the chance to do it again. After all, I need to redeem myself with a drink you actually enjoy.”
You huff sharply at the mischievous edge to his words. “You noticed.”
He smiles, teasing as his fingers brush up and down yours. “It was very kind of you to try to spare my ego, but I did notice.”
“And you were just going to let me suffer through it?” your smile back.
Giorno leans into your space, your twined hands close enough to his face that you can feel his breath on your fingers.
“Do you know that you scrunch your face when you drink something bitter?” he says. You’re suddenly very aware of the drool pooling underneath your tongue, and swallow hard. “It’s very endearing, (y/n).”
You can’t seem to push a response through your lips. The two of you sit in a charged silence, watching each other, feeling the warmth radiating from his body.
He says your name in a low voice. “May I kiss you?”
Oh, he may. He absolutely may.
“Yes,” you breathe. His hand untangles from yours to slide up your shoulder, your neck, under the line of your jaw and into the thick of your hair. His fingers curl into it there, the pressure on your scalp tilting your head back and pulling a sharp exhale from your lips.
“Can I ask you a question?” he says, his breathe fanning across your mouth. You answer with an “mm,” too woozy with anticipation to put together anything more.
“How long have you wanted me to do it?”
Oh, he is cocky. Most frustrating is the fact that you can’t say it’s undeserved; Giorno is gorgeous, and charming, and right in front you, and you do want it. You have wanted it since…you think back to the first time you felt this familiar heat around him.
“Since you cornered me. Against the bathroom door in the club,” you tell him.
From this close, you can see the tiniest pull of a smile on his lips. “Hm,” he says. “That long?”
He’s finally worn out your patience. Your hands fly to his face, cupping the sharp lines of his jaw, threading into his hair and tugging him into you, covering his warm mouth with your own. He hums into it, returning your kiss with equal pressure, and as quickly as you’ve kissed him you realize he’s already taken back the reigns.
Giorno’s mouth works against yours slowly, surely. You cede control to him happily, letting your hands slide down the hard lines of his neck and shoulders. The fabric of his jacket is like butter under your hands, fine and delicate over his sturdy form. You nudge it to the side as your hands wander, the skin of them pressing into the bare skin of his neck where his muscles work as he takes your mouth over and over again.
His other hand presses into your waist then, encouraging you over the center console and closer to his chest. You let him pull you wherever he pleases, one hand dropping onto his leg to steady yourself as you’re dragged nearly on top of him. With the distance closed, his hand slides to wrap his entire arm around you, pulling you further into his chest, close enough for his mouth to wander down, down to your neck and the sensitive space where it meets your shoulder.
Your breathing has picked up. Enough that the window in front of you is beginning to fog, and you can feel your chest brushing up against his with every gulp of air. He runs a hand down your back in soothing strokes.
“Easy,” he coos. “I’ve got you.”
He pulls away just enough for you catch your breath, but close enough still to leave his grip in your hair and his arm around your body, making steady, steady strokes. It isn’t like you to get so worked up so quickly. But then, none of your dates before now have been…well, Giorno.
“Giorno,”you breathe. Your fingers find the skin of his shoulders again, scratching lightly them, and the sharp breath it pulls from the man pressed up against you is delicious.
“I’m here,” he says. Is his voice getting huskier? “Is there something you need?”
There is, but it isn’t something you normally ask for. Not on a first date, and certainly not from a man your hardly know.
But Giorno has made you feel nothing but safe in the short time you’ve spent with him. It’s irrational, how much you want to trust him despite practically being strangers, but you cannot deny this quality about him that just makes you feel…safe. That coaxes you gently into placing your faith in him.
He says your name again. “You don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. I can take you home now, if that’s what you want.”
But you do want it. You do want him. The hard part is asking for it. Giorno is older than you, wealthy, gorgeous, wildly successful, and a dozen other things that make insecurity coil tightly in your gut. But he watches you so patiently while you deliberate, his gentle hand making circles on your back, and to assume that he would look down on you for any of those things feels as if it would be an insult to his character.
You swallow hard. “No, I want it.”
That smile on his lips again. “Want what?”
Your head drops to his shoulder and you groan, taking a fistful of his undershirt. “Please don’t tease me like this.”
Giorno tucks his head into the space between your neck and your shoulder, his breath fanning over your ear. “Tell me exactly what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
You whine into his shoulder and only feel a bit embarrassed at the childishness of it. “I can’t,” you tell him.
He places one of his hands into yours and you take it in your grasp. “Then show me.”
Splaying his hand out on your ribs, he waits for your guidance. You intertwine your fingers again, feeling the size of his hand under yours, the metallic edge of his rings. He squeezes your fingers back, but makes no other move. He really is going to make you ask for this.
You let out a long, shaky breath. You want this. You want him. Tentatively, you begin dragging his hand across the plane of your body. Up your ribs, just underneath the swell of your breast, where his thumb brushes curiously over the underwire of your bra. You linger there, moving his hand in short arcs under the curve of your breast, breath hitching as his thumb travels closer and closer to the stiff peak of your nipple…and then you drop your hand, dragging him away from the soft flesh.
His mouth curls into a smile against your shoulder. “Teasing me?”
You laugh breathlessly as you guide his hand over the dip in your waist. “Only since you seem to like it so much.”
His hand slides appreciatively over the meat of your hip, kneading it firmly. You follow the cut of your hipbone inward, underneath the plush of your belly, to the crease between you thigh. Blood rushes hot through your ears, making you almost dizzy with want. Anything you ask for, he said. Anything you ask, he’ll give.
The heat of his mouth attaches to your neck again, and the feeling is so wonderful against your buzzing skin that you feel your eyes flutter close. He’s encouraging you, you realize. Gently coaxing you into confidence. He wants you, too.
Inching him down, you guide his hand to brush over the mound between your hips. Your breath catches. You’ve never had to ask for this before.
You think of the men you’ve been with in times past. How they practically threw themselves at you, taking absolutely anything they could get from you, hungrily, without restraint. This is foreign. It makes you feel almost desperate with need, to be so close to having what you want, but to be so nervous to reach out for it.
Sensing your hesitation, Giorno opens his mouth and presses the wet heat of his tongue flat against your neck, dragging it up along the line of your jaw to the sensitive skin below your ear, and this time your eyes do roll back. The wet trail he leaves on your skin chills in the night air, and you moan for him.
“Che brava ragazza (what a good girl),” he praises you. “You can have it. Just ask me for it, you can have it.”
He squeezes your hand gently, reassuringly, and you don’t have the patience to be bashful anymore. You slide him down to the bunched up hem of your dress, under the fabric, and flat against your aching core. The meat of his palm is firm against your folds and he rewards you immediately with a strong grip around your pussy.
“Good, good girl,” he says, making short strokes with his whole hand up and down your center. He pulls away from your neck only to drag you into another kiss, harder than the last, and you abandon his hand against you to fist both of yours into his hair. The moan you let into his mouth is wanton, embarrassingly so for someone who’s only barely been touched. You can’t bring yourself to care. The pressure between your legs is so, so good.
Deft fingers slip under your panties and you gasp as he slides the pads of his fingers along the wet of your lips.
“All this? Already?” Giorno says airily.
“You make—fuck,” your voice clips as the pads of Giorno’s fingers dip into your entrance, dragging your slick up to the nub of your clit. “Mmmm fuck, you make me feel good.”
Giorno groans, a low rumble in his chest, and you drop your head to his shoulder as his fingers make quick circles around your clit. His pace is steady, pressure firm, as he works you closer and closer to a peak that is quickly approaching.
You take the hand still tangled in your hair and drag it to rest flat on the meat of your breast, which he kneads greedily. The temperature in the confined space of the car has risen, high enough that you can feel sweat starting to gather on your skin and dampen your clothes, but you don’t care. You might be about to squirt all over the interior of Giorno’s nice car, but you can’t bring yourself to care about that either when he’s pulling you so diligently to your climax.
“You’re so worked up,” he says, and his voice is definitely shot now. Deep. Gravelly. A little bit desperate. “Are you going to cum for me?”
You are. You are you are you are, and his fingers pick up their pace under your panties, and the hand on your breast finds the soft peak of your nipple underneath the pad of your bra and pinches, and you squeal. The pressure between your legs is hot, hot, hot.
“Yes, I’m gonna cum. Fuck, I’m gonna cum, please please please-“ You collapse into his chest, thighs shaking underneath you, and moan into the fabric of his suit as the pressure in your hips finally releases. With the arm around your waist Giorno holds you upright while you go practically boneless against him, hips stuttering into his hand as he works you through the length of your orgasm, his chest rumbling against you as he praises, “brava, brava ragazza, proprio così (good, good girl, just like that).”
As the rush begins to sizzle out, his fingers continue in their persistent slide against your clit, until you’re pushing at his hand with an “ah, ah” that has him laughing airily. The car is filled with the sound of your fluttering breaths, and of the quiet, soothing noises Giorno makes above you.
“Good thing I don’t have a night job fighting crime,” Giorno teases you.
You laugh breathlessly. “Yeah, good thing.”
You wrap your arms around his broad chest, sinking into the warmth of his body, and he envelops you in his arms. Stroking your back as you shiver, carding fingers through the tangles of your hair. As the fuzz begins to clear from your head, you feel the faintest warmth in your belly again as you realize you aren’t quite finished. Your fingers slide along the edge of his belt, playing with the buckle before he scoops your hand into his and brings it to his lips for a kiss.
“Not yet, amore,” he says. “Not here.”
Your shoulders slump with your disappointment and he laughs against your hair.
“When I fuck you,” he speaks into your ear. “I’m going to do it properly.” You shiver against him.
He lets you rest against his chest until you’ve caught your breath. “Do you have work tomorrow?” he asks.
You shake your head. “No.”
“Then come home with me,” he says with a smile and a kiss to your head. “And I’ll let you have whatever else you want.”
You pull back to look at him. Cheeks flushed. Hair tousled from the work of your fingers. The collar of his shirt pushed wide open against his chest. You want, you want, you want.
“Ok,” you answer, and press your lips to his warm cheek. The car starts with a low rumble, and you fix yourself in your seat. Your skirt is bunched around your waist, your hair a mess, your makeup smeared, no doubt. Giorno pulls away from the curb and you roll down the emptying Naples streets. “But only if I get to tease you this time.”
He meets your eyes with that look that promises absolutely nothing good. “Of course,” he says, pulling your hand to his mouth for another kiss. And another.
“Anything you want.”
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ywpd-translations · 2 months
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Ride 761: Reserve
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Pag 1
1: Please get ready the allen key, the allen key
Time is going by
Yessir!!
6mm
Yessir
4: You gotta calm down
Ye.... yessir, teh!!
You're frozen stiff
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Pag 2
1: Sugimoto-san, where do I put this
The supplies box is under the foil bag over there, so put it in there
2: Ah, here?
Wait
3: Whose shoulder bag is that?
Kaburagi-san's....
4: (NdT.: the writing says “Kaburagi”)
7: This way, you won't have to look for it when you'll have to take it out
Oh... thank you so much!
Time is short when you have to hand it over, so you need to take your time with preparation beforehand
8: 40 minutes before the start!!
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Pag 3
1: Alright, let's get your heartbeat up one more time
Yessir, teh
Is he alright?
Soon my role as a reserve will be over
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Pag 4
1: Pfuui, it's hot
Together with the signal gun at the start....
3: No....
4: I guess it's already over?
6: These six people are already rock solid
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Pag 5
1: I'm sure they'll run a good race
2: How about you sit down? Sugimoto-kun
The preparations are almost done
3: And you've been standing on your feet working since this morning
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Pag 6
6: I feel.... disappointed
7: Even though I lost during training camp, I was still told I'd be the reserve
I guess I still “felt like I had a chance”
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Pag 7
1: Say, Sugimoto-kun
Huh
Ah, yes!?
2: Why did you start riding bikes?
4: Ah, yeah, I've never told you?
5: Yeah
Well.... it's a silly story
It's just an ordinary story that's not worth listening to- you still want to hear it?
Yeah
7: My father used to ride a road bike
He suggested it to me but I was scared so I didn't
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Pag 8
1: But, one day.... ah... well, my father's family home is in Okayama
In the north of Okayama at the border with Shimane, there's a huge mountain called “Mt. Daisen”
2: One time, when he made me get on a rental bike and run, he said “let's go there”, and took me there even though I didn't want to
3: For some reason, I was deeply moved
That majestic mountain's scenery kept changing as I advanced
4: I thought it was really interesting
5: Even though I said I was scared of falling, I soon got absorbed in riding
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Pag 9
1: And I thought it was fun
2: I could ride this forever...
3: that's what I thought
4: After that I asked my father to take me to, like, Lake Kawaguch or Hakone on the weekends. We went to Hakone three times, three times (haha)
5: But still, the first time you see the scenery from a mountain is the best
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Pag 10
1: Maybe I wanted to see the scenery for the first time
3: When I became an high-school student, I met Naruko, Onoda, and Imaizumi
Well, I had already heard about Imaizumi in middle school races
Those three....
4: I saw them running in the Inter High giving their whole body and soul
Midosuji!!
5: I saw them from up close
Onodaaa
Onoda-kun!!
Onodaaa
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Pag 11
1: In my third year, I thought I wanted to see this Inter High's scenery
3: from inside the course
6: For sure
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Pag 12
1: It didn't come true though
3: No no
4: Hahaha!! Why am I talking about such gloomy things before the start!!
Sorry, sorry, forget what I said just now, forget it!! Let's be bright!!
5: I'm their support, after all
My role is to be their backup!! Yes!!
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Pag 13
2: The participants will be at the starting line soon
3: I give up....
4: Ah, ah
What's wrong?
5: Ah, every year we gather cyclists from each school who failed to enter the race in the “selected team”, right?
6: Yeah, the team with white jerseys and number bibs in the 200s!!
There's a vacancy there
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2: Give it your all!
Yes, senpai!!
3: Thirty minutes until the start!!
4: We were informed just now
Are you looking for someone to fill in?
Well... there are conditions... and there's probably no one....
5: who can be ready within fifteen minutes from now
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2: Oooii
3: Oh... it's Touji-san
He's in a hurry
Are there troubles? It's the first time I see Touji-san running
4: Sugimoto!!
5: Huh!?
Onii-chan?
6: Why are you in such a hurry.... everyone has finished getting ready, we're going soon
Sugimoto-san?
Huh? Me?
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Pag 16
1: Do you want to ride in the Inter High!?
2: Huh!?
3: Run!? In the Inter High!? Eh!?
You're saying this to me!?
I just got a call from the director
4: He's speaking with the main office right now
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Pag 17
1: But the the team's six people are rock solid...
2: It's not Sohoku!!
It's the team with white jerseys and number bibs in the 200s!! There's a vacancy there
3: They asked us to lend them a reserve!!
4: You only have fifteen minutes to get ready
Moreover, it comes with strict conditions!!
6: Still, will you run!?
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Pag 18
1: Sugimoto....!!
2: Sugimoto...!!
3: Sugimoto-kun!?
5: Sugimoto-san!!
6: Ehy ehy
No, no!!
7: Sadatoki, set the wheels on Sugimoto's frame!!
On!!
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Pag 19
2: Wa- wait please. This is the third Inter High and I've always been working for this team behind the scenes
And, I mean, supporting is also an important.... role
Ye-yes, that's it
3: The Inter…..
4: High!?
Me!?
5: This is the important last Inter High, so I'll reliably support Imaizumi, Naruko and Onod-
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Pag 20
1: Is there anyone who would throw away their dreams for someone else?
2: My Colnago
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1: It's a great opportunity
Run!! Take....
2: This chance!!
Imaizumi....!!
4: That day was hectic for me
Until up twenty minutes before the starts I was frantically doing preparation for the race for everyone
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1: And after that, somehow, I wore a jersey I had never seen before
2: And, shaking, I was standing at the starting line of the Inter High
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Mystery girl
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It was valentines day as he just got done with his scuffed stream with foolish, feeling quiet nauseous of that uncooked chicken but at least it entertained the viewers alex thought.
He was sitting on the sofa as foolish and tina and another couple were playing games and drinking “dont you feel lonely.. maybe you should invite her..” noah said laughing as he poked at alex’s side. “Are we ever going to find out who this mystery girl even is??” Tina joined in “guys cmon” alex laughed as he took a sip of his bottle “will see okay..” he mumbled.
You had moved into his building a little over a year ago, first you guys didnt really bother to get to know each other as you kept bumping into each other, until one random day late at night you again bumped into each other and just got chatting, kept inviting each other over, started having dinner together as you cooked together, watching movies almost weekly or even doing groceries together.
After a while he started to feel a bit different about you, looking forward to see you again, finding excuses to talk to you like taking your mail and bringing it to you, sending you new movie recommendations, even if they were shit he just wanted to see you, be around you just a little longer every time. Yea he definitely was stubborn about actually finding out he had a big crush on you, he felt like a little highschooler again if you were around.
He decided to tell you about his streaming, trying to test the waters if you would treat him differently knowing he had a big platform, but you didnt , you still kept achting nonchalantly, walking in in your sweatpants and hoodies as you two kept spending time. Ofcourse you watched his streams after he told you, laughing at how energetic and hyper he was, but also so dumbfounded at how loved this guy was by such a big group of people, youd catch yourself jumping up and down dropping everything as you saw the notifications of his stream pop up.. you he definitely infiltrated you head aswel.
‘That chicken looked disgusting alex hope your well lmao’
Your name popped up his phone as he read the message, smiling like a fool. He looked around watching the two couples have fun as he really felt a little left out.. he really wanted something like that with someone. So why not take a shot with you? I mean even if you didnt feel the same u guys could still hang out right? You were pretty chill he kept convincing himself, only one way to find out i guess.. it ran trough his mind before texting you.
‘Yea it was bad..’
‘Anyway are you busy right now?’
That was good right? He thought to himself. Not to weird or anything, putting his phone back down as he tried focusing on the conversations infront of him.
‘No im quiet bored actly what ab you?:)’
Again, his smile spread across his face.
‘Im here with some friends but i was wondering if you wanted to join?’
Well lets see..
‘Yea ofcourse i need to see this bromance in real life lmao ill be there in 10!:)’
He rolled his eyes smiling lightly at your joke, if only she knew. “Hey guys so seems like you will be meeting mystery girl today” he jumped up happily walking towards the fridge to get you a drink ready as he left the group dumbfounded “huh?” They all let out looking his way “yea” he simply said shrugging his shoulders before the bell rang.
He opened the door with a big smile “hii” you chirped as you wrap your arms around his neck “i dont have flowers but found some chocolates so happy valentines” you laugh shyly as you hand him the chocolates “ah thanks you didnt have to will share em” he blushes as he walks you to the kitchen giving you your drink.
“So your alex’s girl huh?” Foolish came up to you as he extended his hand for you to greet him. You giggled “hi im y/n and im not sure about that but by the looks of that romantic dinner you two just had i have competition” you winked at him. He laughed nervously “no no dont worry im noah” he chuckled as he shakes your hand.
“Hii im tina” tina chirps as she jumps next to noah “hii nice to meet you” you sat as she walks up to you giving you a hug “oh” you let out in a surprise as you giggled while you hug her back. As she introduced you to the other couple. Dragging everyone back to the couch you took a seat next to alex giving him a small smile as you sipped your drink.
“Hmm lets watch a movie” alex suggests after the other couple left to go have dinner on their own, after all its valentines “oh my god we should watch that one horror movie” you giggle as you look at noah and tina “oh god” tina mumbles as you laugh even harder “oh definitely” alex agrees as he smirks “ill go get some blankets”
“Lex wheres your laptop?” You yell as he disappeared “in my office” he yells back “okayyy” you mumble as you go get it. “Damn he even trusts her to go in there” noah gasps as he nudges tina giggling.
“Whats so funny?” You smile as you sat down again “nothing nothing but serious whats between the two of you?” Noah asks giving you a look. You feel your cheeks heat up “what do you mean?” You chuckle as you looked for the movie on his laptop to connect it to the television. “The way you guys are with each other its like..” he cuts off as alex walks back in, throwing the blankets over your head as you scream “ALEX STOP” you laugh as you try get out of his trap, making him burst out in laughter.
As he flops next to you, you start the movie taking of your shoes as you crawl underneath the blanket with alex as he puts an arm around your shoulder, making you look at him with a warm smile as he presses a kiss to your temple making you blush as you look back at the screen
You giggled at tina’s reactions as you snuck deeper into alex’s chest, his arms wrapped around you tightly as you both snicker. It was getting pretty late as the movie ended and the empty bottles on the table kept multiplying. “Alright time for us to leave” noah said as he handed tina her coat. Saying your goodbyes as noah yells “nice meeting you mystery girl!” Noah chirps as he closes the door behind him.
“Huh? Mystery girl? I thought i told him my name?” You laughed as you looked at alex’s ashamed face, holding his hand up to his face as he rubs his eyes chuckling “no no its not that..” he sighed again as he giggles “i told them about you before but i didnt say who you were just in case they kept bullying me i have a crush on you” he mumbles the last part.
You snicker as you step closer to his body, leaning against the counter “well do youuuu” you smile as you take his hands swaying back and forth a little. “Maybee” he admits as he rolls his eyes. You just get to him no matter what hes always mesmerised by your eyes, the way you smile at him, giggling at his jokes, blushing under your touch as you laid on his shoulder.
“Hmm really” you mumble, getting closer as you feel his breath on your cheeks. He nervously chuckles as he looks down, taking one hand out of yours as he cups your cheek, pulling you in a little closer as wel.
“Can i?” He whispers as his lips are just an inch away from yours “mhm” you nod. And just like that he carefully presses his lips on yours, so softly, like a feather brushing past as the warmth of his lips spread over yours. He parts your lips for a second before you come back for more, deepening the kiss as you two end up making out against the counter, his hand traveled along your body as his thumb trails over your jaw. “I love you” he whispers in between kisses “i love you too lexi” you giggle as you press a small peck to his lips.
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dazedkook · 1 year
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pairings: wolf hybrid jungkook x bunny hybrid oc
warnings: pseudo incest (oc is adopted), softdom jungkook, masturbation (f), kissing, nipple play, slight penetration
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growing up with jeon jungkook has been one of the most beautiful moments in your life, he's your favourite person on earth. although, you spend a good 12 years thinking that he is your biological brother. you never realise the differences in between you and his family until you learn about genetics in science class. later did you know that it was his mother's idea to adopt you from the orphanage. the jeons family loves volunteering and mrs jeon quickly grows fond of you so they decided bring you home. to her suprise, jungkook is very gentle and loving around you.
jungkook has always been your number one supporter. despite the age gap of four years with him, he will never get tired of spending his time with you. jungkook remembers when he was 10, his friends made fun of him for still playing doll house with you, he doesn't give a fuck. he secretly loves combing the doll's hair and enjoys decorating the house. he also encourages you to eat vegetables (which is funny because he never met a bunny hybrid that absolutely despise the greens). finally, you could never thank him enough for assisting you through school. despite being busy with his senior year and sports, he tries his best to help you and make sure you're on top of your studies too. many years later and jungkook had successfully established himself as a successful young lawyer. he resides in a fancy apartment while you just started university. of course, like a good doting brother, he lets you to live with him instead of the crappy dormitory.
jungkook types in his house's key and expects to see you in the study room or living room, instead he sees you running around in your room. it's 7pm and you're frantically searching a pair of socks to match your loafers.
"bunny, where are you going?" a frown appears on jungkook's pretty face as he takes the socks from your hands and he kneels down to put it on you. he can’t help but to stare a little bit longer before putting it on. jungkook admits that he loves touching your hands and feet, he loves to compare it with his size.
"ah, i forgot to tell you! soobin invited me to his birthday party!" he looks up when he hears the name, he remembers him. choi soobin is the bunny hybrid who happens to be your best friend since grade school and he isn’t surprised to learn that he is majoring in the same program like yours.
"do you think he'll like his gift? i got him a-" you don't even get to finish your sentence when his hands lay on your thighs, he takes a deep breath before forcing a smile. see, jungkook tries his best to be calm but how can he stays sane when you've been spending too much time with this boy?
ever since he was younger, he has always hated when he overhears the mothers around the neighbourhood joke around about how you’ll end up being mated to the choi’s youngest child. he remembers getting into a serious arguement with his mother when he finds out that soobin is arranged to be your first heat partner. much to his delight, you haven’t had your first heat yet.
"ooh, how was your day?" you fiddle along with his long hair and gently rub his greyish ears that sit on top of his head. he can't hide the smile on his face and pulls you to his lap before you quickly lean on to his neck to take a whiff of his musky scent. he chuckles seeing your new habit.
for the past few months, he notices that you like to smell him more frequent, sneak into his bed almost every night, and steals his things to keep inside your room. strangely, you never think much on how his scent make you feel cloudy but brings you comfort at the same time.
"hmm, it was tiring as always. i still have tons of documents to read" he gives your round nose a boop and kiss the temple of your head. you adore him for always being passionate in his field but you can't help to feel bad after seeing how tired he can get sometimes. you want to tell him to rest before he cuts you.
"and baby, how many times do i have to remind you to be careful? it's dangerous to go out at night, people are getting kidnapped these days" jungkook lightly scolds you, he knows that he sounds like the old people but he is just concerned. the world isn't exactly a safe place and he doesn't want you to ever get hurt.
"kook, he's a good friend of mine! i promise that i will be back before midnight and i will keep you updated. you'll let me go, right?" you beg while you randomly play with his tie as you wait for his answer. you don't have to know that it makes jungkook hard whenever you pull him close by his tie, he just wants to kiss you and mark you as his.
"alright, you can't get too drunk and you have be home before midnight" he defeatedly says and makes a pinky promise with you before putting on your loafers. like a good girl, you give him a hug and kisses before saying goodbye.
few hours passed and there is no sign of you. jungkook runs his hands through his hair as he painfully listens the clock ticks, it is past midnight and you haven't answered to any of his call or a text. he can't go to sleep without knowing your whereabouts, he silently prays that you're having fun and forgot to check your phone. soon, he hears the beeping sound of the door and exhale a sigh when he sees you struggle to walk straight and bump into the shoe cabinet.
"jungkook? why are you not sleeping yet?" you walk towards him and sat on his lap, you laid your head on his chest as you try to rest. he shakes his head seeing how your hair becomes disheveled, the black sock became a mismatched colour instead, not to mention that you smell like five different types of alcohol.
"did my baby enjoyed the party?" jungkook softly mutters as he unclasps your necklace and put it on the coffee table. he gently bounce you on his legs while he waits for your answer.
"mmhm, i met a lot of new people from different department. they're cool" you mutter under your breath as you feel your eyelids are getting heavier.
jungkook is getting upset seeing how you seems to forget about the promise. he becomes even irritated when he smells a strong male scent all over your body. being a wolf hybrid, his sense of scent is superior compared to the others. he keeps himself composed and cups your face to take a good look at your beautiful face.
"i'm glad that you had a lot of fun but you didn't keep your promise" his thumb ran across your stained lips and he slowly pushes it inside your mouth. he almost slip up a moan when you innocently suck on his finger as you stare into his orbs. it always drive him crazy whenever you do something so innocent yet his sick brain finds it sexual. this includes where you always offer to massage his body with baby oil, showing off your new skirt, and playing with his hair.
"kookie, i am so sorry. i-i forgot to check my phone" he already feel bad seeing how regretful you look. there's a reason why jungkook can't play the mean big brother narrative to you. ever since he was young, his natural instinct is to protect and shower you with warm love. no matter how hard he tried, he will always end up babying you.
"that's okay, don't do it again" he whispers and give your thighs a gentle squeeze before he scooped you into his arms.
"let me run a bath for you. my baby reeks of alcohol" he jokingly says as carries you to his bedroom. he helps to remove your makeup while waiting for the bathtub to be full.
"bunny, take off your clothes. i'll wait for you in the bathroom" he leaves to check on the temperature to make sure the water is warm enough. he silently thank god when you show up in a robe, he turns around and reminds you to be careful as you get into the bath tub. to avoid himself from staring inappropriately, he only look at your face. he starts by shampooing your hair with your favourite scent and washed it off.
his intention is pure, he wants you to get a nice warm bath and sleep comfortably. so, he left you alone and tells you to wash yourself. thankfully, you didn't hurt yourself in the bathroom. he smiles seeing you're dressed in his black shirt, he lets you to join him.
"kookie, please help me to put on the body lotion" you sit on his lap and fondle with the muscle on his shoulder as he apply the lotion on your legs. he slightly lift your shirt and apply it on your back and stomach, you always feel electrifying tingles whenever he touches you in that way. he is taken aback when you guide his hand right on your chest.
"you also have to put the lotion there" you breathe out. you are aware that jungkook shouldn't touch you there but it is so tempting, his veiny hands look so inviting.
"baby, i can't touch you in this way" jungkook replies as he quickly remove his hand away from touching you improperly. he assumes your drunken state has made you mischievous.
"but, you always do everything for me" your eyebrows furrowed in frustration, you need more of his touch and he just choose to shrug it off. what's so wrong about you wanting him to have fun with your body?
"that doesn't include touching you inappropriately, you're my baby sister" jungkook responds as he puts the lotion on the bedside table, he caresses your hair and give you a forehead kiss. truthfully, jungkook wants to touch and play with you but he considers that you're drunk. he wants everything to be consensual and comfortable with you.
"kook, i am adopted" you blurt out, jungkook laughs hearing you casually speak about it. he is glad that you are no longer holding any grudge against your parents for not telling you about the adoption. he remembers you being so upset and decided to ignore everyone in the house except him, he thought it should be obvious when you're the only one with a long floppy brown ears inside the house.
"baby, you have to sleep" he suggests so that you'll go to bed and forget about it in the next morning, he doesn't have enough mental capability to restrain himself from doing bad things to you.
well, you don't want to go to bed. he made you feel excited so he must finish it. you can feel his erected cock poking you through the thin fabric of his short, you know that he is equally aroused like you.
"kookie, what's stopping you?" you ask him in hope that he will give you an explanation. personally, you don't think that it is wrong because you are not related by blood.
"baby, you're not thinking straight when you're drunk" he confesses. so, he must've feel that he is taking advantage of you.
"but, i really want you" your hand sneak inside of his short and took his cock out. you give it a gentle stroke as you observe his reaction, he seems to be getting off with it.
you slide your panty aside and stroke the reddening head against your wet entrance before rubbing it on your clit, a shaky moan escapes your lips as you pleasure yourself. jungkook's nails dig into your thighs as he tries to be cool. it took every sanity and moral inside him to not just shove his whole length and fuck you into oblivion.
"and it doesn't matter if you don't put your cock inside of me" your genius mind works its way to convince him, he feels so dizzy hearing his well mannered angel speaks filthy words to him.
"no baby, i can't do that to you" jungkook ignores your eye contact and tries to push you off his lap, he needs to get away before his inner beast takes over his mind. he doesn't want to scare you.
"please, just the tip?" you pathetically ask him with almost teary eyes. he really can't say no to you, not when you ask nicely with such adorable face.
"fuck— okay, but you have to tell me to stop if it hurts" he gently pushes you to lay on bed before he gets on top of you. his heart beats with pride when you quickly grabbed his thick cock and put it right in front of your entrance. you are just so excited to have the first dick in your life. he gives you a light kiss on your cheek before he slowly pushes his tip into your tight hole. he panics when he sees that you're starting to cry, he wants to stop but you shake your head furiously.
soon, his room is filled with your wanton noises, jungkook no longer felt guilty. in fact, he had keep you edged for half an hour. you've become a crying mess and keep on begging for him to let you come but he just had to pull out and stop playing with your clit whenever you're about to come.
"you're so mean, i hate it" you whimper when he denies your orgasm again. you did try to touch yourself but he will gently swat your hands away.
"aww, my baby is getting so upset" he mocks as he massages your tits and gives the nipples a little pinch at the end. his cock twitch in interest when he hears your moan, he rubs your sensitive nipples and notices that you're getting even wetter.
"my pretty bunny, i should've breed you earlier" jungkook mutters and lands a light slap on your aching clit. he groans when you let out a tiny squirt, he had been denying your orgasm for so long that you become so sensitive to every touch.
he decides to be nice and put the tip of his hard cock inside of your throbbing core. it only takes a few small thrusts before he feels your hole spasms all around his cock, you just had your first orgasm. he pulls out and gives his cock a few stroke before he comes all over your thighs.
jungkook showers your face with kisses and praises you for taking him so well. he will regret this by the morning comes but that's not his concern for now. he cleans your body with a damp towel and froze when he hears you speak,
"can we do this again tomorrow?"
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author's note: happy belated new year and valentine everyone 💖 this is user tete1995 and i changed my username to dazedkook, i actually started uni last year which explains my inactivity. i want to get back on writing this year so hopefully i will be able to post more, please stay safe and be happy 🫶
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passionartx · 10 months
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Hi!! Firstly, I LOVE your Tangled AU, so glad to see Tails getting more focus in AU’s. I wondering: Do you have any general Tails related headcannons?
Hiya! 💛✨ Thank you so, so much! And ooo this is such a fun question. Tbh, I have too many, I could write an essay! This account isn’t as popular as my au blog since I’m pretty inactive on it so probably only like 3 people will see this… but I hope those hypothetical 3 people enjoy my inevitable waffle and chaos! <3
Will also use this opportunity to hype up some friends and people who’s work I admire!!!
A few of my favourite Tails Headcannons! :
- I love the idea that him and Sonic were 4 and 11 when they first met.
- Sonic will always be Tails’ big brother first and foremost… however, as Aosth Tails put it: “You’re my mom, you’re my dad and you’re my picket fence!”. Sonic having accidentally become the closest thing Tails has to a parental figure has a hold on my heart and I love how writers like @chaoxfix and my homie @myyla-x portray this in their fics!
- After having first met (and honestly even a few years in) if Sonic ever had to leave Tails alone for a while for whatever reason, maybe to protect him from a particular battle, Tails would deal with hardcore abandonment issues. Poor lil guy would fear Sonic wouldn’t come back, that he didn’t want him around anymore (which is made 10 times worse if you headcannon he was abandoned by his parents). Lil guy wouldn’t know what to do with himself <\3
- Tails reminds Shadow of Maria. Probably my favourite Tails headcannon! Though I guess it’s more of a Shadow headcannon… am I using this as an excuse to talk about it? More likely then you’d think. But ahh, those blue eyes, yellowish fur, sweet gentle childlike wonder, love of life and learning + Ian flynn has confirmed given her upbringing Maria was prob a bit of a science kid. Ah <3 Plus that brings the idea of Sonic and Tails’ dynamic reminding him of his with Maria’s and that makes me want to cry. I actually have a WIP fic about this headcannon but it’s been a wip for like a year… hopefully one day I’ll finish it cause I’m literally obsessed with the idea and want to see it through.
^ Also extra nostalgic about this headcannon cause my friendship with @sh-0-w-1-sh literally started cause they were looking for art ideas and I was like TAILS REMINDING SHADOW OF MARIA!!! And here we are almost a year later!
- For better or for worse he’s picked up a lot of his big bros traits. I’m talking puns, poses, that lil nose rub and foot tapping, occasional cockiness, being self sacrificial, the list goes on. Once he realises this or anyone else especially Sonic points it out, he’d probably be super embarrassed and deny it <3
Speaking of picking up habits…
- While he would definitely be scared by certain situations like this ( << the Starline issue 35 and 36 situation being a good example with other people being at risk and him not really understanding the situation or his role in it ) I think Tails would be pretty desensitised to being kidnapped or hostage situations at this point. He’d probably just find it an inconvenience more then anything or be entertained by the hypothetical villains incompetence. Me and @myyla-x had a conversation about this idea once and… it’s been like 6 months and we’re still talking about it. One day that’ll make sense. We got a lil carried away. Just a lil. Anyway someone get this kid therapy. <3
- An already pretty popular one but I felt the need to mention it cause I relate, but he gets so sucked into projects and his inventions that hours and hours can go by and he just zones out and forgot to eat… well, anything but mints at least.
- Tails is a theatre kid. :D Is this self projection? … maybe. If nobody else gets me @guiltypandas gets me <3 :,)
- I think Tails would be in denial if Sonic died. As smart and logical as that little guy is, given how Sonic has beat the unbeatable, has come back before and seems invisible… yeah. <\3 I think he’d always hold onto the hope that it would only be a matter of time until Sonic comes back… even if this time that wouldn’t be the case… my friend @whitecatindisguise actually wrote an amazing fic about this when we talked about the idea called He’s (Not) Coming Back (which if you haven’t already you should totally check out cause it’s amazing! And a heart breaking! The best kinda fic :,) )
- I think Tails has a heart of gold…but I also think depending on certain circumstances if he hadn’t have met Sonic he could have gone down a much darker path (which I guess ended up being somewhat proven with Nine in Sonic Prime!). Me and @casperangel have screamed about this too many times then I can count and it haunts me.
- Tails is a sweetie, a cutey patooty, like an adorable little house cat… but similarly (and yet again as proven thanks to Prime!) Tails definitely has a feral side. Especially if he hasn’t gotten enough sleep or gets his mints confiscated. @dunkinbublin and @studioboner ‘s accounts are absolute goldmines when it comes to Tails multitasking being an adorable lil guy and a feral lil menace!
- Tails and Tangle have sibling energy! I mean, Tails is basically everyone’s adopted little brother, Knuckles and Amy especially, but I think him and Tangles dynamic isn’t talked about enough and I’m super glad we’ve had some sweet moments with them in the comics! @pocketscribbs is feeding the Tails and Tangle nation fr <3
This was super fun! Thank you so much again for asking and I hope you have an amazing day! And if someone actually read all of this… you’re a trooper :,) <3
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theplottdump · 7 days
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Hello! I just caught up with the whole legacy and I am in awe over your storytelling abilities! Do you have an tips for storytelling in sims?
Hello Hi!!
First of all, AH THANK YOU!! I hope you had fun reading it T-T Second, that's a really big question! 😅
Storytelling in the sims is a tricky one because it lands somewhere between writing and almost like storyboarding a movie. It's very visual so there's the question of how much can I show vs how much will I have to tell.
I can give you camera tricks, TOOL tips, framing guidelines and maybe someday when I have some more energy, I'll do a whole writeup.
I did a big stream of my posing/shooting process for Sunny's big underwater adventure, it's 9 hours long (holy shit) but if you were interested you can click through it and skim https://www.twitch.tv/videos/2036916228
When it comes to dialogue and prose, and the actual writing part, I'm afraid that's something I'm still learning and working towards getting better too. I just try to be conscious of not rehashing what's happening in the screenshot (since we have eyes and we can see what's happening) while also not claiming that something is happening in frame that's obviously not.
I don't have a good structure for writing, I have like notes on a google doc of thoughts and ideas, but I usually take my pictures first and then write to the pictures so it feels natural and like they complement each other. I know that's not how many people write though.
Also I like to save writing prompts and book quotes I find for vague inspiration!
Overall, the best thing you can do is just start. Don't expect anything for yourself. Find a group of friends and write for them and yourself. Gen 5 through the Pit arc was all written on a discord for me and like 10 other people only. It took me a year to feel comfortable enough to start sharing the story publically.
LMK if ya'll would be interested in a more condensed post/video on how I take shots in the sims/hacks, tips and tricks.
Sorry this is so unhelpful! My best advice is always going to be don't afraid for it to be bad! Find yourself a safe space and just be terrible at it. But be terrible for you! And over time you'll find that it's maybe not so terrible anymore.
xo, Anne
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spicywhenspeaking · 2 months
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If I'm There: Chapter Twenty-One
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when you realize the significance of the monkey (∩˃о˂∩)♡
read from part one here!
summary: Noah and Natalie met in high school and developed a relationship through their love of music and art. Falling in love, innocent and young, they think nothing can keep them apart. However, sometimes in the pursuit of your dreams the things we love the most get left behind.
this is a complete work of fiction, some characters while based on real people are totally made up. :)
word count: 3.6k , edited by me ....soooo if you see something spelt wrong no you didn't.
taglist : @lma1986 @cookiesupplier @notingridslurkaccount @blackveilomens @thisbicc @laurpartyprogram @concretenoah @thebadchic @jessitpwk @madomens @samanthasgone @myownthoughts12
I picked up Erin from Ashely’s house at around 10 am the following morning. I don’t think anything will ever compare to her seeing me and running with excitement into my arms for a big hug. I just hope she still feels that way later today when I tell her about Noah.
“I missed you Mom!” she calls out and I pick her up and swing us around in a circle. “Oh my sweet girl, I missed you so much!” I tell her and kiss all over her cheeks and the top of her head. We finish gathering her things and thank Ashely and her mom again before we eventually get into the car and head off to begin our girls’ day. “So nails first or food? How are you feeling?” I ask as I turn on the radio and begin backing out of the driveway. 
“FOOD! Please! We only had cereal for breakfast and you know I need more than that.” I laugh because I know exactly that. My girl can eat! “Okay, so first food and then nails!” I say, then reach over to turn up the radio when I hear “Dancing Queen” by ABBA come on. We sing our hearts out on the drive to our favorite breakfast spot near our house. We sit in our regular corner booth by the back window. I order a coffee and a full stack of pancakes with eggs and bacon. Erin orders an orange juice and the same amount of food and I know she’ll finish it all. She recaps me on the last two days and all the fun she had with her friend, “but I missed you and Hales a lot. I’m happy to be back home now.” she says stuffing a huge piece of pancake into her mouth. “I’m happy you’re home too little bug, but why don't you take smaller bites? I don’t need you choking thirty minutes after getting you back.” She smiles with her mouth full of food, “okay” her muffled voice comes out and I can’t help but laugh. 
With breakfast finished the two of us head to the nail salon and I decide we should really pamper ourselves and we get the deluxe mani/pedi package. The salon I like plays old MTV music videos on big TVs all around the room. The sound of Paramore while my feet soak in the soothing heat and the massage chair digs into my back puts me into a state of complete relaxation and I find my mind wandering. Stuck on a moment from the night before, Noah and I sitting together on the couch and our almost kiss. If things were different, if we lived in an alternate universe and it wasn’t ten years later I would have closed the distance and would have let myself be sucked into his gravity. He has everything he wants now, his music, his band, it’s what he left to find ten years ago.
I look over at Eric who’s set the chair to the back-patting setting that has her voice bouncing “Ah, ah, ah, m-o-o-m, d-o-o-o I s-o-u-n-d w-e-i-r-d.” the smile that breaks across my face is full of love as I take in the beautiful girl in front of me. “You sound perfect baby,” I say and ruffle her hair softly. The rest of our appointment goes by in a relaxing daze. We laugh while Erin tells me about her last two days. We finish up and I mentally prepare myself for the conversation we are about to have. I am going to tell her about Noah. I just hope she doesn’t hate me afterward. 
We get back to the house and she rushes into her room to unload her dirty clothes and reunite with the stuffed animals she had to leave behind. “Fluffy! I never want to be separated again!” I hear her exclaim from outside of her room. Before talking to her I head into my room and open my closet door, I’m looking for a certain shoe box. “Where the hell is it?” I ask myself, “Ah ha!” It’s nestled deep into the corner hiding under the Carhart hoodie I borrowed from Haylie who stole it from who knows. I take a deep breath and lift the lid of the box. On top are several photos of me and Noah, some of the two of us, and Nicholas as well. Wadded up in a tight ball is the Bring Me The Horizon shift Noah gave me all those years ago. There’s also a CD, some random ticket stubs, drawings, and more pictures at the bottom. I decide to just take the whole box and head towards Erin’s room.
Knocking on the door I hear a soft, “Come in!” I walk into her room and see that she’s decided today is the day she’s going to reorganize her bookshelf. 
“Hey sweety, can I talk to you about something?” I ask and try to hide the nervousness in my voice. “Umm yeah, is everything okay? You sound weird.” So I didn’t do a great job at hiding it. “Yes, everything is okay. There’s just something that I need to talk to you about. Something important.”
Two lines appear between her eyebrows and her face contorts in confusion. “Is this an I can keep working and listening important or do I need to sit next to you on the bed?” she asks and I pat a spot next to me on the bed to wordlessly answer her question. “Oof, okay,” she whispers out and climbs next to me on her bed.
“You remember how I told you that I got pregnant when I was still in high school but my boyfriend and I had already broken up?” she continues looking at me with confusion all over her face but nods slightly, “Yeah, I remember. You said you two never saw each other again.” I take her hand and smile, trying to fight the tears in my eyes.
I open the box and hand her a picture of Noah and I. “His name is Noah. This is your father.” She takes the photo and looks back and forth between me and and younger version in the photo. “You look so different,” she says and I huff a laugh. “Yeah, that’s what growing up will do to you.” 
“Where is he?” she asks quietly looking up at me. “Well, he’s actually in town for a few days if you would like to meet him.”
“Where has he been?” she asks and that takes me off guard. I struggle with what to say, not wanting to keep anything from her but also not wanting to upset her. “He’s been in Los Angeles. That’s where he works.”
“What does he do?”
“He’s in a band, playing music, and sings all around the world.”
“Hm,” she says and I’m not sure what she’s thinking. 
“So he didn’t want me?” and there it is. The knife in my heart makes it hard to keep the food down from earlier but I push through, remaining strong.
“Oh no sweety, that’s not true at all. He didn’t know for so long. It’s very complicated adult stuff. Things that took me a long time to understand myself” I try to explain to her. 
“Will you tell me when I’m older the complicated stuff?”
“Of course baby, I’ll tell you anything you’d like to know about him.”
“Is he nice?” Erin asks in a quiet shy voice, “Do you think he would like me?”
I wrap her up in my arms and squeeze her tightly, “he is very nice and he will like you very much I promise.” I run my hand down her head, soothing her soft brown hair.”Does that mean you’d like to meet him?”
The air is still in the room as Erin takes time to think. Her small face scrunched in concentration. “I think I would like to meet him, yes. But are things going to change? My friend Brody’s parents don’t live together and he goes to his dad’s house every other weekend. Do I have to do that now?” I pull her closer until my head is resting on top of hers. “Nothing will change without you making that decision. Right now, we take things one step at a time.” she nods her head and wraps her arms as tight as she can around me.
“Would you be interested in meeting him tomorrow? He will be leaving again soon with his band so we won’t see him again for a few weeks. I can tell him we can wait if you’d be more comfortable.” I’m also definitely scheduling an earlier therapy appointment for her this week. Her head remains buried in my side while she takes everything in. I am giving her all the time she needs to process, so if she wants to wait until he’s more available I don’t blame her. 
“I think I would like to meet him. But what if you just invited him over here? So I can show him my stuff and maybe he will like me even more?” 
I move back so I can take her small face into my hands. “I can do that but I need to to listen to me now, there is no one on this planet that could possibly not like you Erin Howlston and I know for a fact that he will love you so much because you are you and you are perfect,” I emphasize my point my giving her cheeks a little squeeze. “But you have to think that because you’re my mom.” she quips through pursed lips. “And he’s your father, so by your logic, he must also think that,” I argue back and I see her eyes turned down slightly in the corner.
“But he made you sad right? That’s why you broke up when you were in high school. I don’t want him to make you sad again.” My heart swells. While I drop an atomic bomb of information about her life she’s worried about my feelings. I must be doing something right with this whole parenting thing.
“Sweetie, that was a long time ago. My heart is all better now and I’m not sad anymore. I am so so so unbelievably happy with our life. With you and Aunt Haliey, Uncle Kyle and Aunt Mags, and little Natasha. I think Noah is a very good person and he wants to be in your life because he cares about you. Even without having met you.” She gives me a small smile and hugs me again.” okay, I want to meet him. You said tomorrow right?” she looks up at me with her deep brown eyes that have always been just like his. “Tomorrow it is. I will give him a call later today, but what do you want to do now? Play? We could watch a movie? Or draw together?”
Quickly detangling from my arms she races to pick up her paper and stretching pencils, “Drawing please! I need help with the cat I’m drawing.” 
We spend the next few hours drawing together on her bedroom floor laughing and listening to music. For Christmas last year she asked for a Google Mini so she could ask it to play music whenever she wanted. Now we are listening to “The Very Best Of Otis Redding”. When she was a baby I listened to it all the time. I used to sing “I’ve Been Loving You Too Long” while rocking her to sleep. Sometimes I walk by her room and she is listening to it while reading or playing with her toys and it reminds me of holding her when she was so little and how she would hold my finger so tightly.
I feel the tug of guilt in my gut about Noah having missed those moments but force it down, there’s nothing that can be done about the past but we can create new memories with the three of us together. Even if Noah and I aren’t together we can be the two parents that Erin needs. Maybe we can even be friends.
Later, once Erin wanted time alone to play with her toys I went into my room to call Noah. I haven’t been able to talk to Haylie about any of this yet, she woke up late with a hangover and had to run out of the house for the day to meet with her editor to talk about her next book release.
I close my door most of the way, only keeping a small sliver open in case Erin calls out for me. I sit on the edge of my bed and hit the green call button on my new Noah contact page, It rings a few times before I hear the sound of him picking up on the other end.
Hey! Natty, how are you doing? How’s it going?
Hi Noah, things are good. How are you? 
There’s rustling in the background of his call, “oohh is that Natalie??” I hear who I think is Folio.
Yes, shush…not you Nat! You don’t have to shush. Sorry, Folio is being an idiot.
I’m good, just working on some new remixes for our deluxe album.
I just finished talking with Erin and she suggested I invite you over tomorrow to meet. Is that okay?
Tomorrow sounds great! What time is good for you two?
How does 12:30 work? I can order us sandwiches from the sub shop in town, Erin’s favorite.
Perfect, 12:30 is perfect. Thank you so much, Natty. I won’t let you down again. I promise.
I try not to blush like a preteen at the way his voice goes almost breathless as he makes his promise to me. 
Um. so I’ll see you tomorrow then, bye!
I try to rush off the phone as fast as possible before I let myself word-vomit anything stupid.
Bye Natty, I’ll see you tomorrow, looking forward to seeing you and meeting Erin. 
A few minutes I hear Haylie unlock the door and head into the house and she calls out like she did the night before. “Honeys!! I’m home!” she calls from the front room. “Hey Hales!” Erin and I both call out.
Before I have the chance to call down to her to come up so I can relay everything that’s happened since we separated after the concert, she is racing up the stairs taking two at a time. She swings my door open, stepping into my room with a huge face-splitting smile on her face. “Sooo?? How did it go?” she asks moving closer into my room and creating the same small gap in the door before sitting down next to me on the bed. “Well, before I drunkenly barged in. sorry about that. That Folio knows how to throw them back, he’s pretty hot don’t you think?”
She has this twinkle in her eye when she says it and I laugh and roll my eyes at her. “It went well, he was a little upset at first which I wasn’t surprised by. He cried I cried, it was very emotional. He wants to meet her and then stay in Austin during their break in between tour dates.” As I recant my mind whirls and everything hits me more than I expected. “He said that he wanted this life with me, wanted the family and the happiness and the love that he should have fought harder for me, should have never let me go.” I try to keep my voice steady but I can feel my throat getting thick with emotion. Haylie wraps her arm around me and remains quiet while I continue telling her all about what happened. “And then when I was showing him pictures in her baby book there was this moment..” I slowly trail off and she pops forward and her eyes widen in surprise.
“What kind of moment?” she asks in a voice that goes all jelly-like and I manage to look slightly shameful before I tell her. That I so easily folded in his presence is borderline embarrassing, just shows how powerful his hold is still over my heart. But right now I can’t think with my heart, now is the time to think with my brain. While also considering Erin’s heart. 
“We might have almost kissed,” I tell her while I bury my face in my hands. “OH MY GOD! NATALIE !” she shrieks and I quickly throw my hands over her mouth. “Shush! Haliey oh my god, Erin will hear you!” and just like that I hear her little voice calling from down the hall, “everything okay in there?” she asks. “Yes!” “Everthing is fine!” we answer in unison and I think she retreats back into her room.
“You almost kissed him! How? What did he say? Did he lean in? How did he act after the almost kiss,” she shoots out the questions in a rapid-fire succession and I rub the sides of my temples before answering her. “Um. I guess he was kind of leaning in, he was doing that thing you know. When a guy looks between your eyes and your lips. I felt so weak. Oh my god, I almost kissed him, and then the book fell and I remembered what we were doing and why he was there and I felt so stupid.”
“You are NOT stupid! There were a lot of emotions flowing, you hadn’t had a moment alone with him in years and it’s not like when you broke up you two weren’t completely and totally in love with each other. It’s not like those feelings just go away.” she says while rubbing up and down along my back. 
“I just can’t do that with him, It’s not a good idea for the two of us to do anything that could jepordize Erin’s happiness.” I nod to myself, wiping one of my hands down my face and then raking them through my hair. Haliey and I flop backwards onto the pillows while I finish catching her up on everything that happened, including my conversation with Erin and then my phone call with Noah right before she got home. 
“You want me to clear out tomorrow so y’all have some privacy?” she asks and I balk at the thought. “No way! I would never ask you to leave your own house. Plus, you’re such an important person in Erin’s life, I’m sure she would also want you here.” 
The three of us spend the rest of our evening lounging in the living room watching TV in our pajamas. We make homemade pizzas and cookies for dinner together in the kitchen while singing along to Disney’s greatest hits. We end the night all cuddled together on the couch watching Erin’s favorite movie “The Secret Life of Arrietty” and when she falls asleep I carry her up the stairs into her room and deposit her into her bed. I gently kiss her forehead and turn on her glowing nightlight before closing the door and heading back to help Haylie finish cleaning the kitchen. 
The next day is quickly upon us and I nervously watch the clock ticking away as we get closer and closer to 12:30. I picked up the subs a few minutes ago so hopefully Noah isn’t late. No one likes a soggy sub.
Just seconds before the second-hand crosses over the 12 on the clock there is a knock on the door that causes me to jump straight out of my seat. Haylie laughs at me as she rubs my shoulders walking past and into her room. She told Erin that if she needed her at any time to just barge in and get her. I walk towards the door and Erin suddenly looks very nervous and gets up to hide behind my back. “Are you okay baby?” I ask her quietly before answering the door. She nods her head against my back and whispers, “Yes, I’m fine.” she gripping the back of my jeans but I think if she didn’t want to do this anymore she would say something, she’s just nervous. Hell, I’m nervous. 
I open the door and Noah is standing there with a bouquet of wildflowers in one hand and a stuffed monkey in the other. “Hi,” he says in a soft and nervous voice. I return his greeting with a warm smile. “Come on in” I open the door wider so he can come in and Erin scoots along with me not quite ready to reveal herself. “How are you doing?” he asks and hands the flowers over to me, “these are for you.” He gestures to the monkey, “And this is for Erin.” she peaks her head out from behind me and looks up towards Noah and the monkey. “That’s for me?” she asks quietly. Noah crouches down to be at her eye level and hands out the toy to her. “Yes, this is for you. Do you like monkeys?” He asks and I see a small smile appear on her face. “I do like monkeys. I saw some at the zoo a few days ago with my friend Ashely.” She holds out her hand to accept the offering. “Hi Erin.” he says with a warm smile, “I’m Noah, it’s very nice to meet you?” She slowly eases out from behind me and is now standing beside me and at eye level with Noah, still crouched. “It’s nice to meet you too. Even though you made my mom sad.” 
Oh, Jesus, this is going to be an interesting afternoon.
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buddhamethods · 3 months
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10 BL Characters I Want Carnally
AKA I'm just a person with two keen eyes and dubious morals when it comes to enjoying media so don't take it seriously, I'm here for a good time.
Thank you @sndrys for tagging me! This was an eye opening experience putting this together. As it turns out I might have a type (ew).
1) Guy from Bake Me Please (2023)
The sole reason for me creating this list! Look, I dropped Bake Me Please almost immediately because it just wasn't for me BUT I've been lowkey watching through my dash. And let me tell you, my fingers gain consciousness and hit reblog everytime this baby's face pops up because...well...LOOK AT HIM. He is beautiful and he should get the guy (hehe get it) in the end idc.
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2) Yok from Not Me (2021)
Yok is such a beloved character and for good reason! He is sexy, he is gay, he sets buildings on fire and steals cops' wallets on accident because HOW WAS HE SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT GUY HE WAS STALKING WAS A COP??? I love you Yok, never change.
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3) Palm from Never Let Me Go/ OurSkyy2 (2022-23)
The anger I felt for all the injustice and mistreatment our beautiful Palm had to face in this show took literal years off my life. It's rare for me to get this passionately protective over a character and yet here we are, in the Palm Protection Squad headquarters. Even Nueng is on the watchlist!
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4) Tonhon from Tonhon Chonlatee (2020)
Not to out myself as an enjoyer of silly goofy times , but I did have fun watching Fish Upon The Sky and Secret Crush On You, so OFCOURSE I thought I would like this one too but GOD was it rough. Did I still finish it? Yes. Did I fawn over PoddKhao pairing and have been quietly praying for some kind of reunion ever since? Also yes. Was I foaming at the mouth barking everytime Tonhon AKA Podd was on my screen? I'm not gonna comment without lawyer present.
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5) Tew from My Dear Gangster Oppa (2023)
Speaking of Tonhon Chonlatee...AH! Ai Long Nhai (TC's spiritual prequel of sorts) was sure...something. And by something I mean I saw Meen and decided I will never speak ill of men ever again, feminism quite literally left my body. And then a year later My Dear Gangster Oppa came out and guess what??! MEEN IS THE GANGSTER OPPA! Dreams really do come true, kids.
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6) Wen from Moonlight Chicken (2023)
(or Tian from ATOATS or Mueang Nan fron FUTS). Mix...I will eat you. Always so dewy and healthy and sparkly-eyed. But Wen from Moonlight Chicken is something out of the realm of my imagination. The sex appeal? The maturity?? The gentleness??!! Somebody sedate me before I say something I will not be able to justify in court.
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7) Vee from Love Mechanics (2022)
He is a pretty bisexual who makes the most abhorrent stupid decisions known to men and then weeps and suffers for them WHAT MORE DO YOU NEED? Once again, is the show flawless or even remotely coherent? Absolutely not. That being said Vee brought me so much joy by being stupid I'm forever grateful.
(also YinWar are so back GO WATCH JACK AND JOKER TRAILER)
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8) Prapai from Love In The Air (2022)
To a certain extent I've enjoyed every MAME show I've watched. To do that you need to possess the rare ability called "I abandoned every shred of moral integrity to gawk at hot men". And Prapai? MAN is this bitch hot. Tall dark handsome? Check! Bisexual on a bike? Check! Stubborn and annoying? CHECK!
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9) Xiang Hao Ting from HIStory3: Make Our Days Count (2019)
*incoherent wailing and sobbing* IM NOT EXPLAINING SHIT ABOUT HIM LEAVE ME ALONE
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10) AlanJeff from Pit Babe (2023)
My newest obsession! I refuse to separate our local senior citizen and his favorite prophetic mechanic. Both of them are hot as shit in their own way. Alan is a sexy dilf with so much weight and responsibility on his shoulders it's a miracle he retained his optimism and youthful awkwardness. And Jeff is a prickly baby-cow-baby-deer eyed baby that is so touch starved it's actually a little funny. SO I GUESS ALANJEFF SANDWICH IT IS.
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(don't be shy tag yourselves besties <3)
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octuscle · 1 year
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Back to nature
They had broken down in Allamuchy. A miserable town somewhere in the middle of nowhere. There was a thunderstorm, the mobile phone reception was down. And Gareth was beside himself. He had an important appointment in Chicago tomorrow and had deliberately chosen to be driven by a limousine from his company. The passenger cabs were soundproof, he could have made a number of important and confidential phone calls in preparation for his appointment. And now here they were in the wasteland. Outside in the pouring rain, his driver stood trying to flag down a car. And sure enough, after what felt like an eternity, he came back and said that he had indeed been able to arrange a ride to Chicago. The driver wanted $500.00 for the diversions. There is no alternative, Gareth thought to himself and took his laptop bag. His driver held his umbrella and carried his suitcase to the pickup, which stood in the pouring rain with the engine running. As far as Gareth could tell, there was a John Deere logo emblazoned on the side. Well bravo, what a disaster. His driver opened the passenger door for him and loaded Gareth's Louis Vuitton suitcase into the back seat, which otherwise contained tools and dirty clothes. Never mind, you'll have to get through it now, Gareth told himself. The main thing is to be in Chicago tomorrow night.
Gareth was 50 and at the peak of his career. He was a vice president at one of the largest investment banks in the world, responsible for mergers and acquisitions in the chemicals sector. Good, he had to pay a large part of his princely salary to his ex-wife, but there was more than enough left over. Well, he hardly had time to spend the money, but he didn't care. Work gave him a real rush. And now he was sitting in a pickup truck in his tailor-made suit, which perfectly concealed a fat pad or two. It reeked of beer, sweat and cold cigar smoke. And the young lad next to him was the very model of a hillbilly. These were going to be difficult hours.
Gareth gave the young man a curt greeting, said goodbye to his driver and turned his attention to the screen of his iPhone. But there was still no reception… Gareth tried to read a few file attachments, but somehow it was getting harder and harder for him to concentrate. After they had driven a good 30 miles and had just passed Tannersville, the obviously taciturn man at the wheel spoke up. "Name's Jaxon. With an x. What's your name and what your doin'?" It was already 10:30pm and Gareth was getting tired… But the question woke him up again. With due arrogance, he asked Jaxon if he didn't read internal memos. His name was Gareth and he had been CFO at John Deere for almost half a year. "Ah, mate," Jaxon replied. 'Nah, don't read memos, fixin' harvesters. Impressive machines." Would Gareth know anything about them? No, Gareth replied and turned back to his iPhone. Thank God the thunderstorm had subsided and reception was back. He was ace at finance, but he still didn't know much about tractors and farm machinery. He wanted to go over a few things in preparation for the appointment the day after tomorrow at the corporate headquarters.
Gareth kept nodding off during the drive and suddenly woke up when Jaxon's car came to a stop. "I'm tired, let's hit the hay," he said curtly, grabbing a bag from the back seat and heading towards a shabby looking motel. They were in Zion and had covered just under 180 kilometres. This is going to be fun, Gareth thought sarcastically. But then again, when he had taken over finance at John Deere almost four years ago, he had insisted on cutting costs. Now he had to pay for it in this flophouse. At least you still got two single rooms.
Already at 06:00 Jaxon had woken him up and urged him to continue his journey. Gareth had slept in his underwear, he had left his suitcase in the car. He put on his jeans, checked shirt and corduroy jacket with leather patches on the elbows. It all smelled a bit like Jaxon's car, but that was okay… He would have time to shower and change before the appointment in Moline. Jaxon and Gareth drove through the morning in silence. A coffee would have been good, Gareth thought to himself. Thankfully, Jaxon soon pulled out to refuel on the right and the two treated themselves to a hearty breakfast. It was 08:00, here in Ebensburg they had just completed 250 miles, a good quarter of the total distance. Maybe he should be a little friendlier to his colleague. So they began to talk. Jaxon was not as monosyllabic as Gareth had suspected. It was just that his interests were different. Jaxon was enthusiastic about his work and the machines he worked with. In the next few days he had a training course in Moline for the maintenance of a new type of equipment, after which he would go back to his standard in New Jersey. Even though Gareth had been working at John Deere for over five years, he couldn't understand the enthusiasm. He was a numbers man. But at least they both liked football. That gave them a topic of conversation for the next few miles, when Gareth wasn't fiddling with his mobile phone again. He loves his cat-phone. It just fitted in with their company's guyish image. They drove through the morning, not stopping again until 12:00 in Zanesville. They were now about halfway through. Gareth invited them to lunch. They were both ravenously hungry. Jaxon was a real animal. A career as a quarterback, hard physical work and long evenings in the gym had shaped his body. Gareth, too, spent a lot of time pumping iron. But the work in the office was already having an effect. Jaxon simply looked fitter. Sure, Gareth had just turned 40 and was thus considerably older than Jaxon. And he missed the fresh air. Since he had moved to Moline almost ten years ago, he had become a country bumpkin. But if he wanted to make a career, he simply had to work hard.
As they drove on, Gareth and Jaxon began to gossip about the monkeys in the company management. Sure, they both had completely different jobs, but their problems were similar. Fuck, thought Gareth, how lucky we were to have met. Normally their paths would never have crossed. It was warm in the car. Gareth envied Jaxon for wearing only a T-shirt. He unbuttoned his shirt. He could do with a cigar now. He asked Jaxon if that would bother him. "Fuck, bro," the latter replied. "I didn't have the heart to ask you." They both grinned, Gareth took two cigars out of his leather jacket in the back seat, gave one to Jaxon and said "I'm Gaz by the way. Gareth is just what my supervisor and my father call me."
It was 6pm when the two stopped for a break in Indianapolis. Jaxon wanted to stop by a friend's house for a minute. It was a shame the break was short. Could have been a nice evening. Jaxon and his friend were both imposing fellas. Gaz was fascinated by their muscles and tattoos. Certainly he wasn't badly built himself. As an engineer at John Deere, he was used to hard work and he spent every spare minute in the gym. But tattoos had always been something his parents had disapproved of. And even though he was now approaching his 34th birthday, he was still under their thumb.
At 9:00 p.m. in Peoria, the two of them had to stop for gas. And piss. It was the first time Gaz had seen Jaxon's cock. Shit that the two of them were assigned to different locations. He'd love to work with the stallion in a camp for a week. Jaxon seemed to feel the same way about that, though. He looked over at his younger colleague and began to jerk his cock. Gaz knew what to do and got on his knees and sucked Jaxon's cock until he cummed his load into Gaz's face.
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The two hours to Moline were dangerous. Jaxon was easily distracted by Gaz's cock. And Gaz had no problem with Jaxon having one hand on his cock rather than the wheel. It was 11pm when Jaxon stopped the pickup in front of the motel. This was where the two of them were staying while being trained on the latest generation of harvesters from the company. Gaz didn't like the city. Gaz was an outdoorsman. He was uncomfortable in motels. His world was the forest, were the sawmills and were the garages where he could wrench on the machines he had admired since childhood. Fortunately, he shared a room with his former foreman Jaxon. That guaranteed fun!
Realised at the request of @rapids0. Hope you like it!
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0utkasttt · 1 year
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BIRTHDAY GIRL ᥫ᭡
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“happy birthday, my favorite girl” ᥫ᭡
synopsis: y/n not wanting to go out for her birthday but eren drags her out anyway.
wordcount: 1,016 👩🏽‍💻
(based off daddy’s little girls🥹)
“no more work tonight, this is no way to spend your birthday weekend” he reached over you, closing your textbooks and notebooks, sliding it to the side.
you rolled your eyes as he spun around your desk chair, pulling your arms to make you stand up.
“..cmon, get dressed. we’re leaving, we’ll have fun. i promise” he smiled.
you began walking towards the bathroom, knowing he wasn’t gonna stop bugging you ‘til he got what he wanted, and that was for you to enjoy the rest of your night.
you and he had been friends for years, he understood you and vice versa. the two of you had almost the exact same music taste, same style, interests, and etc.
“hey e, c’you bring me a towel?” you called from the cracked bathroom door.
“here” he slid the towel through the crack of the door. he waited and checked his phone while he waited for you to get dressed.
you pulled out a pink glittery slip on dress and a black glittery dress out of your closet. “this one, or this one” you asked him, holding them both up to your chest for him to see.
“hm, put them on?”, “okay” you sat both of the dresses down, trying them both on one by one.
“okay, pink” you posed, waiting for his opinion.
he licked his lips, “turn around for me?”, “eren.” you frowned at him. “alright, sorry. put the other one on real quick” he laid back into your bed.
“….and, black” you said, turning around.
he stared you down, his eyes widening as he eyed how perfectly the dress had fit your body. “oh GYATDA—black dress please” he smirked.
“ ‘kay, thanks. your the best” you smiled at him.
you took about 10 more minutes to get ready before meeting him downstairs.
“now that’s what i’m talkin’ ‘bout. you look so gorgeous, baby” he complimented, and hyped you up. “really? guess you made a good choice then” you smiled. “don’t i always?” he teased.
you locked up your apartment making sure to turn the lights off as you left.
he opened the passenger door to his car, for you to get inside. you sat down and he closed the door before returning to his said of the car.
you looked up at the green sign above you when you got to the place. it read “Earth Angels”
you weren’t familiar with the place, making you wonder how he found it. he took your hand as you got out of the car, leading you to the small building.
“yo eren!” the bartender threw his hand up, greeting eren. still holding your hand he led you to the bar, you both took a seat. the place wasn’t very big, it had a fair amount of people in, not too many.
“ah this your girl?” the bartender asked, cleaning two glasses. “…yeah” he responded, making you look over at him, then back at the bartender with a smile.
“she’s a pretty lady, what’ll you be having?”, “uh, four shots of tequila” you responded. “thanks, make that six” eren cut in.
“six?!” your eyes widened in shock. “yeah, we’re celebrating” he shrugged, grabbing a shot glass, throwing it back into his mouth.you followed along, letting the burning liquor pour down your throat, your face scrunched up at the taste.
the both of you drunk a little more, laughing, joking and around and having a good time with music playing in the background. “dance with me” you pulled him up, dragging him to the dance floor.
you began to sway your hips in front of him, to the beat of the music. with the alcohol running through your system, you swore you could hear every beat and instrument. you felt good and he was right, you were definitely having fun.
“having fun?” he smiled at you, despite being drunk, you were still as gorgeous as before.
“mhm, yeah” you nodded, giggling.
“i’m glad. alright, let’s get you home” he grabbed your bag and held your hand as you both left the building.
you were still dancey and giggly the ride home, laughing at jokes eren made and dancing to the music he played. he took you back to your place and helped you up the stairs.
“im’a run downstairs real quick” he said, sitting you on your bed.
you laid on your back and kicked your shoes off, waiting for him to return.
he went and got a bottle of cold water and some ibuprofen for the hangover you were about to have in the morning.
“here” he opened the bottle of water and held it with his free hand and put the pills in your hand with his other. “take them, it’ll make you feel better. trust me”
you listen to him, taking the pills and downing it with the water he handed you. “i think..you make me feel better” you laid your head into your pillows.
he sat on the edge of your bed. relaxing himself “do i?” he responded, curious.
him getting off the bed woke you up. you didn’t want the night to end even though it was 2:30 in the morning. “ej…are you leavin’?” you sat up, looking at him.
“yeah i was gonna head home, did you need anything else?” he walked back over to the bed.
“i think you should stay” you run your hands up his neck. making eye contact with him, you slide one of your hands under his shirt.
“y/n you’re drunk” he shakes his head, moving your hand. “mhm, i know” you giggle, pulling him down onto the bed. you both lay face to face and you throw your leg over him, smiling.
“i had so much fun, y’know?”
“yeah? me too, i told you we’d have fun. y’gonna be pissed at me when you wake up though” he chuckled, imagining your reaction.
“hm? why?” you laid your face against his chest, slowing falling asleep. he sighs and kisses your forehead before closing his eyes.
“goodnight. happy birthday, my favorite girl” ᥫ᭡
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this one and pt. 7 are gonna be shorter and again sfw and mostly just for the story but what can i say, im a plot girly. but i promise pt. 8+9 are almost finished just need a little editing and things will start to get heated again soon
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you wake up in your bed..alone. not surprised but slightly disappointed as much as you wish you weren’t. still mostly relieved at not having to talk about what happened last night. thinking about him seeing that made you want to crawl into your own skin. maybe you’d get lucky and you could never talk about it again. 
but when you walk into the kitchen on your small island you find a note nestled under a mug next to a hot pot of water. 
Cariño, 
       wasn’t sure when you’d wake up, had to head into work. take the day if you need it, but if you feel up to it please stop by my office so we can talk. I’ll be there until 10. 
Made peppermint tea just in case. 
So many things about this note made your head spin all over again. the pet name. which he’s used jokingly for years but recently much more frequently and much less jokingly. The tea, peppermint was perfect for anxiety and you always drank it when you felt on edge… and he made it without being asked or told. the fact he even left a note. But one word stuck out more than the others. 
talk. 
instead of butterflies it filled your stomach with pit vipers trying to force their way out through the walls.
you knew you’d be late but you’d never let yourself  stay home after an episode before you weren’t doing so today. 
when you got to work you were glad you opted for the tea. every sip soothed your stomach. until.. you saw him. suddenly it was doing somersaults again. He was talking to a random spider person you didn’t recognize, looking very serious as always. As soon as you saw him, you turned on your heel and made a beeline for the nearest hallway. 
Too late. 
“Y/N!”
you hear him call after you but you pretend not to hear and duck into the bathrooms. Now you’re just feeling straight up nauseas. You hear him walk by but he doesn’t call for you again. you wait a couple minutes until you’re sure he’s gone and until you don’t feel like puking your guts out before sneaking   back to your lab. 
you’re in the back room, which on the outside is labeled as the door to the supply closet, so no one knocks when you’re back there, they wouldn’t think to. Except him. 
So when you hear a knock on the door you panic a little. 
You try to play it cool. 
“I’m busy O’hara come back later.”
you hear him sigh. 
“Cariño.. i just need a moment”
you brace yourself before opening the door. you peek past him making sure the main door of your lab are closed 
“don’t call me that. not here”
he seems slightly taken aback but not entirely surprised. 
he leans against the doorway. 
“I don’t want to take up too much time, I just haven’t been able to get a word with you today.”
“yeah sorry uhm really super busy, 
(not a complete lie) 
im getting close to a new formula for your injections so”
“ah i see”
he pauses for a beat 
“did you see the note?”
“uhhh yes i.. did”
“No pressure just when you have a minute.. i was hoping to check on you”
“right no yeah uhm actually you can’t”
“oh..”
“no no uh i can’t i… have to go home early”
“I could always meet you tomorrow”
“No not my apartment, uhm home home… tomorrow is my nephews birthday. I promised him i’d be there in the morning when he wakes up. so i’m leaving tonight as soon as i leave here”
“i see, when will you be back?”
“monday night” 
“hm. and… you’re feeling?”
“fine. i’m fine thanks”
your face is burning. you felt so small thinking about all the things he must be thinking about you right now 
“well uh have fun, tell el chico spider-man says feliz cumpleaños.”
a frown passes over your face you can tell he’s trying to figure out what he said wrong 
“uh yeah i will do that”
he goes to leave but turns back. 
“when you’re back.. we’ll talk?”
you just try to push down the feelings in your chest. 
you nod. 
you can tell he doesn’t really believe you but he nods and walks out. after he closes the door your shoulders drop.  
it felt so weird. you’d never seen him like this. gentleness with no mocking or taunting behind it, concerned, his words seemed tender and restrained. it was kind of scaring you. you hated that he saw what happened last night.. but the way he handled it, was like he knew exactly what you needed. even so you dreaded this conversation and you were more than glad to get away for the weekend. plus you got to see your best friend in any universe and your two favorite boys. 
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Disclaimer: All info posted here comes from their respective creator itself so yes, its legit and not just part of my imagination 💯
Interview Rules:
The interviewer can only ask 10 questions.
The interviewer cannot force an answer out of anyone.
The participant has the right not to elaborate their answer.
CW: Long post ahead / Interviewer being a Ketamine simp / Gavin's surprise cameo
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Interviewer: Hi Guys! I hope you're doing well today. Thank you for participating on this social experi- *coughs* interview. Btw, you can call me CC, I'm your interrogator today sent by your beloved MC, so please cooperate :) Are we ready? Lets start:
Question No 1: Aside for being a yandere, whats your dream job/profession?
❤️ Casanova: I wanted to be a chef for the longest time, but i’m happy with my job as an organ harvester!
🕊️ Krow: I-I actually like m-my job as a f-forensics cleaner but... I-I'd love to b-be a stay at home s-spouse a-and just do a-art.
🔪 Ezra: I actually really enjoy my current job. I've had it for going on... 7 years now? Almost 8. (Interviewer: Can we ask what your job is? No? Okay. *thumbs up* bish i value my life more)
🔥 Harper: Hmm, if I had to pick any kind of job, maybe a pyrotechnic?
💐 Keith: To become a plant biologist.
🎮 Tenebris: Be a musician.
🖥️ Virgil: My dream profession is to be Game Developer, I enjoy video games and I have always wanted to make a game for others to enjoy, and so that’s why I’m taking classes of game development.
🎤 Adam: I already have my dream job. Although, I did often think about becoming a vet as a kid. Sometimes I wonder how life would've turned out had I pursued that career instead of singing.
🐕 Henry: I’m not sure! I’ll probably do whatever Buttercup ends up doing!
Interviewer: Atleast some of you love their job *sigh* Me? I just want to be a cat, no work, just meow meow *defeated sigh* Back to the topic at hand:
Question No 2: If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be? (Vacation or permanently)
❤️ Casanova: Barcelona, that’s where i was born and it’s really pretty there
🕊️ Krow: Ah! I-India! I-I'm Indian but... I-I actually don't know m-much about my heritage. I... w-wanna go s-see the land of m-my culture. W-with Dove too o-of course!
🔪 Ezra: Hmm... Anywhere with my Sugarsnap? If that's not too cheesy I suppose. But outside of that I'd like to visit Blaire's extended family in Vietnam.
🔥 Harper: I’m definitely more a big city kind of guy, so I’m pretty happy living where I am… To visit though? Hmm… Somewhere with some snowy mountains maybe, do some snowboarding, chill by a fire with some hot cocoa? Yeah, that sounds nice..
💐 Keith: It will be Kristenbosh National Botanical Garden.
🎮 Tenebris: My old home probably.
🖥️ Virgil: I’ve always wanted to go Iceland for vacation
🎤 Adam: As long as I'm by your (MC) side, it doesn't matter where I'm at~
🐕 Henry: Anywhere where Buttercup is good with me! But if we could both go somewhere, Disneyland might be fun!
Interviewer: So if MC just dissapear out of nowhere, thats the list of places where we can found them? Hmm ..
Question No 3: Song that you will sing to MC if given a chance.
❤️ Casanova: baby - eslabon armado
🕊️ Krow: Uhhh... uhhh... I-I guess... T-Together Forever would be c-cute...
🔪 Ezra: A few different songs, most notably... We'll never have sex by Leith Ross, Let you break my heart again by Laufey & Philharmonia or Habits by Genevieve Stokes. I just want sugar to know I want them for more than... anything. I love their heart and soul, it's not physical for me. Though I do find them incredibly attractive.
🔥 Harper: Actually sing myself?... Umm.. Maybe either Day 1 or No Song Without You, both by Honne?
💐 Keith: Can't Help Falling in Love
🎮 Tenebris: Trust by 7 Seconds
🖥️ Virgil: Rises the Moon, it’s a comfort song of mine, my mum sings this to me and my younger siblings when we were little, by then whenever my mother is busy, I sing the song to my siblings. And Hopefully, I can sing it to my beloved, as a way to help them if they need comfort.
🎤 Adam: *fidgeting because he's written one song in particular that he'd love for MC to hear but is worried that MC will wind up hating it*
🐕 Henry: The Promise by When in Rome! It’s our song!
Interviewer: *secretly adding all the songs to their playlist*
Question No 4: Name one food that you will never ever eat.
❤️ Casanova: Mac and cheese, i fucking hate mac and cheese.
🕊️ Krow: I-I'm never... eating b-bland... white people c-cooking EVER a-again.
🔪 Ezra: Beans on toast. I just don't particularly like beans. Or sweet potatoes.
🔥 Harper: Ugh… Raisins
💐 Keith: Rabbit meat.
🎮 Tenebris: Anything with bugs.
🖥️ Virgil: Anything fish related, I do not like fish, but if someone ever served me, I would just suck it up and eat.
🎤 Adam: *doing 5 stages of disgusted face known to humankind* Anything from Saffrons freezer. (Interviewer: Time to raid Saffron's freezer hehehe)
🐕 Henry: I can’t bring myself to eat cauliflower. It's so bland!
Interviewer: *proceed to eat Mac & Cheese to spite Nova* I dont trust people who hates Mac & Cheese.
Question No 5: This would be a little bit of personal, so you have a choice not to answer this okay? Whats your most treasured possession?
❤️ Casanova: Mi vida’s house key, of course! it’s a little mangled bc i keep chewing on it though.
🕊️ Krow: Oh... w-well... t-this pendant is... p-precious but... well... I-I actually don't have m-many possessions. S-so... everything I have has m-meaning. (Interviewer: I can be your possession Krow)
🔪 Ezra: Eliana gave me a tie she made back in elementary school. Neither of our dads are in the picture so she gave it to me instead. I still wear it to work sometimes. (Interviewer: *starts crying bc this answer is so precious*)
🔥 Harper: This lighter here, we have a bit of history together~
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💐 Keith: A bonsai tree I got from my father and I had for 7 years.
🎮 Tenebris: My guitar.
🖥️ Virgil: My necklace, it’s a gift from my dad.
🎤 Adam: You (MC). But if we're talking about an item...*he tugs on his earring*
🐕 Henry: A picture / polaroid of me + Buttercup as kids! (though, I do have more updated ones too…)
Interviewer: I am suprised no one answered MC's nose hair or whatever. Hmm.. Im not fully convinced but I will trust you on this one.
Question No 6: Nosy ask, whats your phone wallpaper right now?
❤️ Casanova: a photo of mi vida in the middle of taking their meds!
🕊️ Krow: D-Dove let us t-take a selfie! I-it's so cute aaaa--
🔪 Ezra: I managed to snap a photo of Sugar and Ellie cuddled up on the couch after a movie night once. I've never before felt so much love swelling in my chest. It almost hurt.
🔥 Harper: *proudly present his phone* 1st is my lockscreen and 2nd is my Homescreen. I took it myself..
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💐 Keith: A pair of white lilies (Why is this the most normal answer on this whole interview?)
🎮 Tenebris: We share the same phone, so a pair of white lillies also.
🖥️ Virgil: Pixel art of my beloved Galaxy and my puppy Scott, aren’t they so cute in pixel form? (Interviewer: Scotty baby *coos at the phone* )
🎤 Adam: My home screen is of YOU (MC). My lock screen is of a stray kitten I found on my way to the studio that Ethans younger brother ended up taking in. (Interviewer: Do you have any other pics of the kitten? *cat lady vibes intensifies*)
🐕 Henry: A picture of Buttercup sleeping! How’d I get it? (Note: Its in a modern Au bc mobile phone with camera is not yet invented on Henry's time)
Interviewer: MC supremacy yass! If only some surgeon named Ketamine Yetrovzski use my photo as his wallpaper *coughs* (Ketamine shouting "NO" can be heard in the background but still here supporting the interviewer, this fuckin tsundere)
Question No 7: If you could appear in any popular movie/anime/book, which one would you choose?
❤️ Casanova: hmm, i would say the hp lovecraft series! hate the guy but i’m a major monster fucker
🕊️ Krow: Umm... I... I-I wanna be in a Jane A-Austen book. As a p-protagonist. N-no matter what... t-they marry happily in t-the end.
🔪 Ezra: Well... I guess... I'm not sure. I've never really thought about it. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. I can't imagine my life without Eliana and I don't want to be anywhere without my sugarcube.
🔥 Harper: Ah.. thats a hard one.. If I get powers n shit and I’m not just a normal person maybe Jujutsu Kaisen?... Tbh I play more games than I do watch or read anything haha..
💐 Keith: Sherlock Holmes, because solving murder cases looks like fun. So does creating the perfect murder. *a sudden smoke appear near Keith for dramatic effect*
🎮 Tenebris: Inuyasha. I really want a Kagome. (Interviewer putting their Kagome costume)
🖥️ Virgil: Hmmmm that’s a tough one… Haha I couldn’t think of anything right now.
🎤 Adam: Death note, the anime. I think I could do a lot better with that notebook than light Yagami did. (Hermit, the creator, rolls their eyes behind the scenes and Adam glaring daggers to Hermit)
🐕 Henry: The Princess Bride! That movie is practically about me + Buttercup.
Interviewer: Im with Harper on this one. JJK so I cant prevent Nanami and Nobara Shibuya Arc huhuhu.
Question No 8 : What are some habits you have? Any strange ones?
❤️ Casanova: I tend to scratch at my braces when i’m trying to focus, often i’d end up chewing on my fingers.
🕊️ Krow: Uhh.... I... bite my h-hands... a lot. It's... a comfort t-thing. S-sometimes my forearms too. I-I guess I also make the same expression a-as to what I'm d-drawing.
🔪 Ezra: When eating food like burgers or sandwiches I eat around the edge and then eat the center last. Um... I also tend to rub things with my fingertips when I don't know what to do with my hands. I'm almost always touching my nails absent-mindedly.
🔥 Harper: I have a habit of scratching my fingertips, especially when I’m nervous… Its kinda a bad habit, sometimes I scratch em a little raw.
💐 Keith: Buttoning and unbuttoning my shirt sleeve when Im bored or nervous.
🎮 Tenebris: Leaving my things all over the bed
🖥️ Virgil: Hmmmm, whenever I play a video game that has levels right? And I messed up one thing, I restart the level. Don’t know why, I just like to go through the levels smoothly. It’s pretty frustrating if you ask me ahaha
🎤 Adam: I don't have any strange habits. I'm just a normal guy. (Someone shouts LIAR and its not Hermit, i swear. Or maybe?)
🐕 Henry: Hmmm…I have really bad sleeping habits if I’m being honest! I’m lucky if I can get 3 hours of sleep at night. As for strange ones, nope, I’m perfectly normal! (now the interviewer is also shouting LIAR)
Interviewer: That was the biggest lie Ive ever heard in my entire life Henry. *headache incoming* No one is normal here. Im not even normal smh.
Question No 9: This question was submitted by Gavin Hyeon of Camp Willlow Peak. Its time to test your flirting skill, give me one pick up line that you will probably use when flirting with MC. Gavin said he is watching you right now.
❤️ Casanova: if you were a heart i’d eat you out!
🕊️ Krow: N-no wonder i-it's overcast t-today. All t-the colors are in y-your eyes.
🔪 Ezra: Sometimes I wonder what good deed I did to deserve such a perfect soul like you to enter my life.
🔥 Harper: Pickup lines really aren’t my thing… Gavin did write down this one for me once though… Lets see it’s here somewhere…” *digs through his pockets and pulls out a piece of scrap paper* “Here it is… ‘Hey baby… You got any Italian in you?.. No?... Do you want some?’ …… I don’t get it 😐 *Gavin cheering in the background*
💐 Keith: Im really not a fan of pickup lines, but okay, "You're sweet enough to give me diabetes".
🎮 Tenebris: Tie your shoelaces, I don't want you falling for someone else!" (Legend says that until now, Tenebris is still waiting for MC to wear shoelaces and for them to be untied.)
🖥️ Virgil: Hmmm let me go grab my telescope, so I can admire the beautiful star.
🎤 Adam: *combusts into one giant human blush* (Hermit doing a voice over: He can only flirt on the fly. If he has to think his actions through he'll get self conscious and overheat from overthinking it)
🐕 Henry: If I could rearrange the alphabet, I’d put ‘U’ and ‘I’ together!
Interviewer: *currently helping Gavin to write his will of testament before he becomes Gavin Flavored Toasted Marshmallow, recipe by Harper*
Question No 10: This would be the last question, and I want to thank you again for giving me a chance to interview you. Before we end this, do you have anything you want to say to the people reading this?
❤️ Casanova: if you ever need fresh organs without having to do it yourself contact valentine’s anatomy distribution! we have a wide selection available, and if you’re a fellow yandere homie you get a discount!
🕊️ Krow: Uhh, well? I-I guess... t-thank you for... f-finding me interesting.
🔪 Ezra: Not particularly. I'm not sure why Lilith arranged the interview but I don't mind answering questions. I should probably head back into work soon though... Oh, I will say this. Thank you for coming into my life Sugar, I didn't think I could love someone like I love you.
🔥 Harper: .. Unshrimp your fucking backs, love you~
💐 Keith: Um, hello. I hope my answers weren't too boring.
🎮 Tenebris: No? I don't know 'em.
🖥️ Virgil: Hello everyone, I hope all of you have a wonderful day, afternoon, or night, make sure to take care of yourselves or else I will if you don’t mind hehe~
🎤 Adam: Is...YOU (MC) reading this? Because if you are, I hope to see you again really soon~
🐕 Henry: You guys are kinda weird for wanting an interview! I’m not quite sure what else to say though!
Interviewer: And that would be all. Thank you to our lovely guests for joining us today. And here is the bribe. List of all 2d characters MC currently simping for. Do what you want with that info.
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Interviewer: Hi Hi guys! Again, CC here. Thank you again for entertaining this interview. To end this, may we ask for a few advices you can give for those aspiring artist out there or those who want to create their own vn.
NOVA belongs to @cannibalsweetheart : if you’re starting a project don’t feel unmotivated if you don’t get a lot of traction in the first few weeks, building a platform takes time, but soon enough you’ll gain an audience! (Demo link here)
Krow belongs to @thekrows-nest : While I don't have immediate plans for a VN (despite folks begging for it), for artist stuff, keep experimenting and trying out things. Don't be afraid to go to friends for advice. (:
Ezra belongs to @restartheartvn : lshdfksdfhj okay for my answer! My advice? Don't make something for other people. Make what YOU want to see. Make something that YOU are interested in. If you like... make something that you don't love and enjoy making people can tell. It doesn't come off as genuine and you'll burn out that way. Don't think about numbers or anything like that. Make stuff because it makes you happy. I make Restart Heart because I love my little passion project. I love it so much I get my nails done to match my game and spend most of the day thinking about it. I would still be making Restart Heart if no one played. Make something that you would want to make even if no one saw. Even if you were the only person in the world who loves it, make it because it brings you happiness. Sorry if that's cheesy or like super standard but it's genuine. (Demo link here)
Harper belongs to @campwillowpeak : Hmmm, other than the good ol’ practice practice practice?…Try and remember to have fun yeah? Don’t focus on numbers, yeah everyone wants more eyes on their work, thats normal, but if you focus only on how big you are you’re gonna burn out and get discouraged, stuff like that takes time, consistency, and a little bit of luck. In the meantime just have fun and make friends! Besides, people can tell if you’re trying to force it, an audience’ll more often stay if they can tell you’re legitimately having fun! And never just look at where you are now… Look at how far you’ve come from too!~
Keith & Tenebris belongs to @dualityvn : Make sure you set realistic goals for yourself. Taking on too many tasks and planning a project that is bigger than what you can currently manage can be your downfall. Stay positive and always create the things you yourself love! (Demo link here)
Virgil belongs to @wouldyoustayvn : Take your time! There’s no need to rush to make the game quickly! Make sure to take breaks!))
Adam belongs to @unknownhermit : Please get a good chair. It'll help in the long run when you're often crouched over your desk for hours on end. Don't be like me who hovers over my desk like a hermit crab shell.😅 Second thing is to just have fun creating and don't worry about what others think! I used to obsessively worry if my work was good enough and wound up never releasing it because I got self conscious. It wasn't until YOU and HIM that I actually had fun with what I was doing and I think that translated into my work. Create to create for yourself. Don't worry about what anyone else thinks because it's important to create what you love and are passionate about. And I'm sure a lot of us would love to see what sorts of things you'll come up with. 💙 (Demo link here)
Henry belongs to @homecomingvn : Ahh, I’m a really bad person to ask for advice if I’m being honest! I guess all I can really say is that no matter how silly you think your idea is, there will be an audience for it! It can be scary to put yourself out there, but honestly, this community is so incredibly supportive + I’ve met some amazing people here! Also, I’d recommend keeping various docs about your project! It’s nice to have it all in one (or 3 + a google slides in my case) place so you can have a clear idea about your wip + its characters. And lastly, be prepared for people to be horny! ^^ (okay, you dont have to call me out >…< will still send horny ask bc someone needs to 😙)
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Just a little self indulgent ramblings. I dont know if anyone already know about this game, but one of my moots recommended this, its DONT LOOK VN and I tell you, its so good. The story premise, the creepy atmosphere and the voice acting are all on point. They have on going Kickstarter and they only have 8 days left to reach the goal. This is my way of helping since im unable to pledge bc the banks here in the country im currently residing are shitty and they keep declining, so please if you have means to support, please do. Lets help them to reach their goals.
Here is the link of the demo also and their socials:
Kickstarter | Demo | Twitter | Tumblr
DO IT FOR CHESTER!!
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ghastlywithering · 10 months
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daddy next door | pt.1
character remains a secret… for now ;) you’ll find out who he is don’t worry… heheheh
the sound of moving trucks outside immediately woke you up from your peaceful slumber. “fuckin christ,” you mumble, limping out of bed. the jarring noise of men outside hauling furniture into the house next door made your brain ache.
after three tortuous hours of ruckus, it was finally quiet. you take a quick shower and doll yourself up for the day. the sun was starting to peak out of the clouds and the weather gradually spiked up to a 78, sundress weather. it hugged your curves deliciously, earning a nod of approval from yourself in the mirror, “time to head out.”
it was a smaller town, but don’t be fooled by its size, the streets were absolutely littered with people. couples, elderly, kids, you name it. out of the entire crowd, you spotted a man with his two kids, definitely on the younger side about 8-10 years old. his hair was a mesmerizing shade of blond that glistened in the sun. his eyes were captivating, a shade of blue that matched the ocean’s. gosh, you were so hooked.
wait… this is a man, with kids! what are you doing??? he probably has a wife at home waiting for him!! you shake your head and quickly walk away, heading to the nearest cafe or store to distract your boggled mind. immediately upon entry a man, maybe in his 20s, greeted you warmly. he was definitely similar to your type, on the taller side, black hair, brown eyes, sharper features. something about him screamed danger, but his demeanor was so friendly. he almost felt unreal, as if he wasn’t human.
your thoughts were interrupted by him, “well don’t you look gorgeous.” his eyes scanned you head to toe, taking in every detail of your face and figure. you wanted so badly to look away, but you couldn’t. his gaze was so strong, so powerful. “thank you.” the tone of your voice was casual, but the pink hue of your cheeks told a different story. “i’m august,” he held out his hand for you to shake, and you accepted it hesitantly. “any chance i could get your number?” you nod, unsure, but hey this could be a fun experience, right?
you gave him one final smile and left, completely shaken up.
i need to get home
kicking off your sandals you step into the comfort of your own home. home, at last. you sink into the couch and start to doze off when suddenly your phone chimes
Maybe: August
Hey, we met earlier
your eyes widen, how could you forget. you were about to reply, but remember, if you reply too fast you’ll look desperate. taking your time was always key with a man. you set your phone down on the counter and resume your couch nap from earlier.
it had been about two hours into your nap, when the doorbell rings. you open your eyes and panic, who could it be? to your surprise, it’s no one. no one is at the door. you look around, startled, only to see kids running away from your house, giggling. ah, ding dong ditch, classic. you close the door and walk to the kitchen, but before you can even make it there’s a knock. who is it now. you open the door, slightly annoyed, when, wait a second. what the… it’s the blond man from earlier. “hi there, i’m so sorry for my kids they’ve been ding dong ditching the neighborhood,” he shook his head in disapproval while chuckling. “i’m phillip, phillip graves, just moved in next door.” the southern tone in his accent with that deep smooth voice,
oh you were fucked
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