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hjsmermaid · 2 months ago

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˚ ༘ 🎞️ ｡𖦹 ° 🎥 ...🍓 ˚ ༘ 🎞️ ｡𖦹 ° 🎥 ...🚬˚ ༘ 🎞️ ｡𖦹 ° 🎥

“ and even if i run away, give my heart a holiday, still, strawberries and cigarettes, always taste like you.. “

pairing ⋆˚࿔ ateez jung wooyoung x fem!reader

trope/au ⋆˚࿔ first love, bittersweet reunion, love vs career/dreams, high school sweet heart

genre ⋆˚࿔ coming-of-age, angsty sorta, hurt/comfort, songfic, reader who is on the edge of leaving her hometown to finally follow her dreams, she finds herself pulled back into the memories of a boy that she once loved: a runaway with cigarette kisses and strawberry-sweet summers. years later as she packs her life into boxes, the past resurfaces in scent, sound, but even more so, silence, reminding her that some things are never fully let go.

word count ⋆˚࿔ 3.8k

warnings ⋆˚࿔ cigarette smoking, themes of running away, and i think that’s it but lmk if i missed something!!:)

inspired by ⋆˚࿔

the memories never knocked. they drifted in like mist, soft and strange. occasionally, they came with the bitter trace of cigarettes on the wind as she pedaled through the wild grass, the ocean winking at her just beyond the sand mingling with greenery. other times they liked to wait in forgotten corners-like the day she found the little bottle tucked beneath moth-eaten clothes and trinkets. it’s label whispered some cheesy fragrant name like ‘strawberry daydreams.’ she sprayed it, just once, trying to remember what a strawberry daydream could possibly even smell like. that was all it took. it bloomed into visions: fence-hopping laughter, smoke laced with sugar, moonlit walks where the waves kept record of their conversations that she couldn’t recall. and a boy with long hair, brown eyes, and a name she hadn’t said in years.

the flashbacks didn’t exactly haunt her - they held her. like a soft and spectral hug from a ghostly friend. she was only sixteen years old then: young, reckless, wrapped in sunlight and sugar, without a single care to her name. those were the days that she lived with the scent of strawberry daydreams swirling around her. the days where she wasn’t worried about the salt in her hair. the days where the nights seemed to last forever when she was with him.

she smiled softly, holding those memories with nothing but fondness and love, for him at least. that boy could never give her the world, he simply didn’t have that. but god, was she his entire world. therefore, he gave her all that he had, all that he was. she would’ve given him the same, had her parents not pulled her away, calling him a fleeting distraction. merely a summer shadow with no place in her future. how could she ever forget the way they took her away from him? it was the night before school would start again, her senior year. she cried until dawn, the weight of goodbye settling in her chest like the heaviest stone. to them, it had only been a summer fling with some troublesome boy, hopeless puppy love. but to her? it had been everything, it felt like the world was ending then.

and yet, now, years later, she could smell that perfume and smile. not necessarily with sadness, but with warmth. it was like sea glass to her. the good rose to the surface, softened by time and shining in the sun. now she stood on the wrong side of twenty five, the years moved by so slyly that she hadn’t even noticed they’d passed. she was finishing up the final threads of her education, packing up the last few knick knacks into a vintage leather suitcase, and finally ready to leave the coastal town that raised her. it was strange, how the scent of a forgotten perfume could crack her wide open, how the memories spilled out of her and down the sides of her body like hot sugar. and though the past tugged at her sleeves, she didn’t turn around. not this time, not for her parents, not for anyone. the world beyond the tides was calling her and she was finally, ready to leave it all behind. at least that’s what she thought.

those thoughts didn’t usually stay for long. they drifted in and out, quiet and fleeting, like so many others. but these past few days were different. while she was packing her life up into cardboard boxes to give away, only wanting to bring that one suitcase as she prepared to leave - he kept coming back. the boy she thought she’d left in the past - his voice, his laugh, the way he looked at her like she was the only thing that mattered in the whole world. she couldn’t shake it. she couldn’t explain why he was lingering now, why for some reason his memory felt heavier than usual. maybe he didn’t want to let her go, and maybe some part of her didn’t either. the taste of strawberries and the stench of cigarettes still clung to those long, hot summers. she couldn’t help but remember how it felt to be sixteen and certain that kind of love would last a lifetime.

the worst part of it all was that, even if she wanted to find him, (and deep down, she always did) she wouldn’t know where to begin. he dropped out of school before junior year was over, even before then, he’d always skip out on classes. he disappeared from the hallways and lunch tables as though he’d never even been there at all. no phone, no social media, no address that anyone could give her.

the only time she ever saw his face again was on those missing posters his parents would plaster around town when he would vanish. he had a habit of running, it seemed. sometimes for days, sometimes for weeks. she remembered seeing the first flyer like a punch to the chest-pinned to the bulletin board outside the gas station, “JUNG WOOYOUNG” printed in big bold letters, a photo of him cheekily grinning smeared in black and white. it had been just days after her parents had banned them from seeing each other then. she stood there in the fading afternoon light, staring at it for far too long, like the ink might blur into something different if she just waited long enough.

after that, the posters came and went. she’d see them on telephone poles, convenience store windows, tacked to cork boards in laundromats. the first one had shaken her, fifth or sixth didn’t. not because it didn’t matter, but because it started to feel like that was just who he was: someone the world was always losing track of. and his poor dad, he was always worried sick every time he’d leave to god knows where he was going. and no one ever told her where he went, or if he was okay when he’d come back. no one asked her if she wanted to know, maybe they thought she didn’t care anymore. maybe they didn’t realize she looked for him in in every crowd, still checked the corners of every parking lot and beach side diner, just in case. because love like that doesn’t really go anywhere, it just quiets down and waits for when you might slow down just enough to hear it.

that’s why in the days leading up to her move, she kept herself as busy as possible. every hour had to be filled with something — anything. she poured herself into job applications, hoping to have work whenever she would arrive at her new abroad apartment. her brand new degree still fresh in her hand, as if forward motion could keep the past at bay. but even while typing out cover letters and tweaking resumes, her mind wandered. she found herself thinking about him, about what he might’ve done with his life if he’d ever just given himself a chance. if someone had just believed in him in the way that she did.

sometimes she’d ride her bike for miles, pushing her body than she usually would with prayers that the memories would drain from her just as the sweat poured down her skin. but the moment she neared the coast, the stretch of the beach where they used to smoke under the fading sun, her heart would start to ache. the salty breeze carried far too much of him. she couldn’t help but wonder if he ever went back there, to that quiet patch of sand just beyond the dunes, lighting a cigarette with his head tilted to the side like he always did.

she visited her parents far more often too. they were thrilled every time, always smiling, always welcoming her in with open arms. she was their only child, and they’d always done what they thought was the best for her. even when “best” meant keeping her from the only boy that she’d ever really loved. they’d eat together, laugh at old stories, slip back into old rhythms just like no time had passed at all. and for a while, it worked. for a while, it felt like she’d finally shaken him loose. that was until her mother, halfway through a laugh and a glass of wine, said it. it was so light that it seemed as though it didn’t mean anything at all.

“do you ever wonder what would’ve happened if we’d let you run off with that boy?”

and just like that, he was back again.

she didn’t answer right away. her fork paused midair, the warmth of the room suddenly pressing against her too closely. her mother had already moved on, laughing about something her father said that she hadn’t heard because her mind was still being delayed a few moments. the question was tossed out so casually, as if it hadn’t just reopened the door that she had been trying so desperately to shut. but now, it was open again, and everything came rushing back, like opening a door during a flood.

because of course she wondered, she’d wondered every day for months after it ended. when she’d lie awake at night, staring at the ceiling, tracing the shape of his name in her mind like some sort of mantra. she wondered when her first heartbreak dulled into something quiet, something that she could carry. and she still wondered now, now a woman, standing on the edge of her future, unsure why the past felt so close that she could almost touch it. would he have stayed if she’d run with him? would she have left school? would they have made it, or fallen apart even faster? the truth was that she’d never know. and maybe not knowing was its own heartbreak in itself.

she blinked, forced a smile and set her fork down with a clink, she was no longer hungry. “sometimes,” she muttered softly. it wasn’t a lie, but it was a half truth. and that was it. her mom nodded like she understood, and maybe she did. but no one said anything else about what could’ve been with the brown eyed boy.

later that night as she drove home, the waves seemed to be calling her name. it wasn’t loud, but rather just a quiet pull, a voice carried by the breeze. to her, the sea had always been like an old best friend. the kind that you used to see everyday, who once knew every corner of your heart, but now nothing more passed between you than a distant nod, a small smile, a silent understanding. the road home hadn’t changed, but it felt so different now. it was empty in a way that it never used to be.

she remembered riding this same stretch years ago, her legs curled up in the passenger seat of his beat-up red ‘66 ford fairlane. the windows were always down, the radio way too loud, the air thick with salt and smoke and youth. the car would bounce and squeak gently over the uneven pavement as they coasted towards the shore, and the wind would tangle itself in her hair until it stuck to her cheeks. she’d laugh without a thought in her mind, just because it felt good to be alive. and he — he would glance over at her like he couldn’t even believe that she was real. one hand on the wheel, the other tapping to the beat of whatever 70s song he had playing on the radio. sometimes he’d sing along, off-key and unashamed, but most of the time he just watched her when he thought she wasn’t looking. it had felt easy then, like the road would never end.

but now? now the sunroof was shut, the windows were sealed. she sat hunched over the steering wheel, the only sound in the car being the beeping from her undone seat belt, and even more so, the silence that blared louder than any other song could. she caught her reflection in the rear view mirror and barely recognized the girl who used to ride shotgun in his car. somewhere among the way, they had both changed. grown up. apart. but tonight, it felt like her past was just one turn away. and for a split second, she pondered what she’d do if she saw that red fairlane parked by the beach again, waiting, just like it used to do.

her eyes drifted from the rear view mirror to the soft glow of the screen on her dashboard. 11:48pm. just over six hours until she had to be out of her apartment, her flight left at dawn. she looked back at the road, then toward the beach as it came into view — dark and wide and endless. the moonlight spilled across the water and the waves rolled in slow and steady, like they were grieving something they couldn’t name. it felt like the sea was crying for her.

realistically, she didn’t have time. not to stop, not to linger, not to chase a memory that may not even exist anymore. but this was her last chance, because once she stepped onto that plane, the version of her that had once belonged to this town, the girl who had laughed barefoot in the sand with him at 16, who had believed that love could be enough, she’d be gone forever. if she left now, without looking back, she knew it would be over. whatever fragile thread that still connected them would snap for good.

so she made the only choice that felt right.

she flipped her turn signal and veered off the road, the tires crunching softly against the gravel path leading down to the beach. she parked where they used to park — behind the brush, where the headlights wouldn’t be seen from the road. her hands rested on the steering wheel for a moment, motionless. then, slowly, she stepped out into the night. the wind met her like an old friend. with each step she took, memories rose from the sand like ghosts murmuring secrets into her ears from every corner.

she didn’t head straight to the old spot where they used to sit and smoke. instead, she stumbled out into the sand, letting the cool grains shift beneath her shoes. the night air hit her first — brisk and sharp, carrying the scent of salt and memory. the wind tugged at her hair and narrowed her eyes, but she didn’t raise a hand to shield her face. she just stood there, letting it wash all over her. it was strange, being back after all this time. it was familar and almost comforting. the waves still rolled in with their same steady rhythm, the shoreline still curved in that gentle crescent. the only difference was that he wasn’t here with her, and that changed everything. she hadn’t set foot on this sand in years. not since the last summer they’d spent together. and now, as she stood there with the cold biting at her skin and the sky stretched wide and endless above her, she felt the weight of everything she was about to leave behind.

it bothered her more than she thought it would, that soon she’d be trading this for city streets packed with neon lights, strangers, skyscrapers, and the constant hum of traffic. she could already feel how much she’d miss the silence, the space, the way that the stars actually meant something here. the ocean had always been her constant. even when she couldn’t come to it, it was always here. just simply knowing that it existed was a comfort. and now, she was walking away from it, like it was just another chapter that she had to leave behind when it was so much more than that. a single tear slipped down her cheek. it wasn’t gut-wrenching or soul-crushing, she didn’t have a breakdown, it was just one tear. she didn’t even wipe it away.

how strange, she thought. that we cry the same salt that fills the sea. maybe that’s why it always felt like home to her. because it spoke the same language that she did.

she stood still for a moment longer, lost in her thoughts, before brushing the tear from her cheek with the back of her hand. her gaze dropped to the sand and she slowly began to walk to what she remember to be the smoke spot, one foot in front of the other. she tried to recall the path they used to take — half remembered steps etched somewhere deep in her muscle memory, like a trail that had been carved by heart and by habit. the wind had shifted slightly and the sand was cool under her shoes. little shadows danced in the moonlight, cast by uneven dips and scattered brush. he used to warn her about that, how the critters like to dig holes in the dry patches, how easy it was to twist an ankle if she wasn’t careful. she could still hear his voice in her mind, that half-laughing tone he’d use when he teased her for being too clumsy. so she kept her eyes down, focused on each step, determined not to fall. and in that focus, she almost missed it.

she came to a slow stop. the ground leveled out beneath her, a small clearing framed by tall grass and the faint outline of driftwood nearby. she looked up and around the area. this was it. this was the spot. somehow, after all these years, it hadn’t changed. the same soft slope of the dunes on either side. the same crooked log they used to sit on, one of the sides half-buried, but still there. it looked untouched, preserved like a memory that she didn’t know the world had been keeping safe for her.

that’s when she felt it — something small and firm beneath the sole of her shoe. an exhale left her throat, long and slow before she lowered her gaze again. she lifted her foot carefully, and there it was.

a cigarette.

it wasn’t crushed, or old, or withered. it was fresh, like it couldn’t have been dropped any more than an hour ago. for a second, she couldn’t move. she just stared at it, her breath caught somewhere between her chest and throat. she crouched down, brushing some of the sand aside. there was no mistaking it. same brand he always smoked, it had that same lazy twist in the filter where he used to hold it too long in between his fingers.

her fingers hovered above the cigarette for a moment before she picked it up, rolling it around between her thumb and forefinger. her heart was pounding relentlessly now, steady and strong in her ears. in some sense, it felt like somehow her heartbeat had seeped out of her body and melted into the earth around her in this moment. it could’ve been anyone else’s, sure. someone else could’ve wandered through here, lit up, and moved on. but somehow, she knew better than that. this brand, this place, this timing. it was far too specific.

she stood up cautiously, scanning the area with new eyes. she wasn’t even completely sure what she was looking for now. footprints? a shadow, maybe? something more left behind? the quiet hum of the ocean filled her ears, but now there was something underneath it, something that her instincts caught before her senses did.

movement.

swiftly, she turned towards it. the movement had been nothing more than a slight shift in the dark near the edge of the dunes where the brush grew tall. her body stilled and her breath bounced in her throat, unsure of whether or not to exhale or inhale. it crossed her mind that maybe she was just imagining it all. but then he stepped forward.

he looked almost exactly the same. older, yes. sharper around the jaw, leaner, a little bit more worn down by time, but it was still her boy nonetheless. same too-long brown hair falling over his forehead, same damn brown eyes. his hands were in his jacket pockets but it wasn’t hard to tell that he was fidgeting around. as if he didn’t know if she’d be happy to see him. at first, she didn’t even move. it seemed like she was terrified to blink because if she did then maybe it would all fade away. but then she blinked, and he still stood there. a single sound escaped her mouth that made the world stop spinning.

“wooyoung?”

he smiled

god, his smile.

“you were always better at finding your way here than me,” he uttered softly, voice carried by the wind. it was tentative, but familiar.

she didn’t say anything right away. instead, she looked down at the fresh cigarette in her hand, then back up to the face that had been stalking her dreams for the past few, long days.

“you left this,” she commented, her voice quiet. not accusing - just stating the truth.

he nodded, stepping just a few steps closer to the only girl he had ever genuinely loved. anyone else watching them might think he wasn’t excited to see her - but he was ecstatic, she was just the only one who knew him well enough to see it.

“i wasn’t sure if you’d come.” he paused for a moment, smiling a bit wider and looking out to the water. “figured if you did … i’d let the beach tell you first.”

a gummy smile grew across her face and a nervous, breathless laugh that could’ve been mistaken as a sigh escaped her lips, “you haven’t changed.”

“you have,” he countered. “not in a bad way.”

for a moment, they just looked at each other. it’s all that the either of them could even begin to muster up. the silence stretching out between the two like a bridge, everything that was unsaid humming in the air around them.

finally, she took a slow step forward. then another. until she was standing just a few feet from him, heart pounding, eyes burning, unsure what would come next.

“you waited for me,” she breathed out.

he looked down at her, flashing her a small smile, and there was a flicker of something in his eyes, “i never really left.”

to this, all she could do was blush and smile. it felt like she had traveled back in time, she was 16 on the beach all over again.

he reached in his pocket, pulling out a box of montego red kings. he popped the box open and swiftly propped the cigarette in between his teeth. he hesitated, holding the blue lighter in his other hand. he could’ve easily lit it up himself, but he knew there was something that she would enjoy so much more. he softly placed the lighter in her hand, making sure to trace his fingers across hers as he did, she smiled knowingly. he finally spoke up again.

“light my cigarette?”

a/n ⋆˚࿔ okay so yeah this is my first post and i’m super proud of this haha! randomly came across this song after not hearing it for years and looking at pics wooyoung on pinterest brought about this fic lol. i really hope you enjoyed, and if you did please reblog!! happy sailing friends ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ) -bray

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zeninprincess · 8 months ago

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rehab; a. hayakawa

wc: 3.6k | aki hayakawa x reader | nsfw 🔞

warning(s): mentions of nicotine addiction 🚬, toxic relationship (aki is neglectful partner, reader is too attached to aki), power dynamic, gaslighting, p in v, cunnilingus, fingering, blowjob, creampie, breeding 🥧

aki keeps saying that you're the one needed him as if he didn't need you when you left him. but then again, maybe you did need him as much as he needed his cigarettes

a/n: purple prose, im trying to expand my english vocabs. sorry if it's annoying. ty for understanding!! also guess what songs inspired me to write this.

i. withdrawal

aki loves to smoke even though he knew it would hurt his lungs, however it's hard not to smoke. he knew it could kill him someday yet he still do the very thing that might end him. smoking traps the man in a vicious cycle of needing to consume and feeling guilty to the point he'd stop smoking for a couple of day but then, withdrawal would hit him hard and before he knew it, he relapsed.

it's a never ending cycle of hurt, guilt, and a desire to burn. its addicting and when it hits you, it hits hard. to say that you hate that aki has an addiction to something as bad as cigarettes is an understatement, although you yourself is addicted to something else that hurts you. and it was love. you love him even though it hurts you, even when it rips your self worth apart.

you found yourself crying to sleep after an argument, but just like a smoker to nicotine, you can't get enough of him. in the morning you'd come to him and everything will be fine. he’ll pat you on your head and fucks you good. to say you needed him is an understatement but it's not far from the truth. you couldn't shake the feeling that you needed him, almost as if you were addicted to his presence. it was more than just a strong desire; it was a deep-seated need that seemed to consume you.

waking up in the dead of night, you couldn't feel his presence on his side of the bed. the duvet was cold, mirroring his words a few hours ago when you two were screaming at each other over the fact he rarely comes home. the coolness of the duvet being a stark reminder of his absence.

you'd find him on the balcony smoking. he does this everytime he can't sleep. and when he's done he'd flick them out on the street. you watch him as he inhale nicotine and exhale smoke.

perhaps you two are more alike than you've realized. both of you seem drawn to the thrill of danger, the adrenaline rush of near misses. addiction, in its various forms, seems to have a hold on both of you. the highs and lows of your tumultuous relationship, much like the intense cravings and withdrawals experienced by those addicted to substances, keep you both coming back for more. it's a dangerous cycle, fueled by the intense heat of your passion, akin to the burning sensation of aki's cigarettes.

remember, addiction can be a destructive force, and if left unchecked, it can lead to devastating consequences. thrilling sensation and feelings of hunger for love destroys you little by little.

being with aki really deconstructed you as a person. the way he made you feel so lonely yet fills your loneliness it was a paradoxical experience. you also felt that you're the only one who's trying in this relationship, aki acts like a broken radio, echoing nothing back to you. he kept you waiting, hoping he'd say something back or repay your effort but it was met with radio silence. he made you question your desirability with the way he treats you.

he's not a jerk who hurts you physically nor did he fool around with other chicks, sometimes you wish he did so it'll help you hate him and justify your actions. he just doesn't give any attention outside when he's dicking you down, he doesn't really give you praise or express his love to you. he just doesn't care that much. it's torturing you. it really looks like a one sided love to outsiders who don't know that you two are together.

but you're no saint either. aki felt like you were too attached to him, unhealthily. but that feelings of your inability to live without him is a better feeling than being loved by you. he felt alive and sober with you needing him. he loves your effort, though he hated the way you keep uttering phrases like

“do you love me aki?” you ask with puffy eyes.

to him, he's a silent lover only showing how much he loves you through hard love and his own way. he prefers working hard til morning than to cuddle with you after waking up because he wants you to live a comfortable life. he'd rather risk his life killing devils just to get minimum wage than see your feet swollen after taking orders for 6 hours a day as a waitress.

“a question that need not be asked nor answered” he replied as he drew a big one.

“you never took me out on dates anymore” you nagged.

“woman i cook dinner for you every time i'm home, besides it's not safe out there what if some devil eats you alive? what then? i'm not paying for your funeral when we could barely feed ourselves” he said in his neutral tone. you rolled your eyes. “you're not even at home every day aki”

“and you never told me how pretty i am”

“am i just a free dishwasher who you only fuck whenever you wanted?”

“have you ever cuddled me these days?”

“i guess i wasnt wrong when i say you're cheating huh? i guess thats why youre rarely home”

“answer me aki!!”

you were growing desperate after each question. and still he's soundless.

“god i hate you. please let me go aki. please i beg of you” this doesn't feel like home anymore, the strange foreign beauty in front of you didn't even bother looking your way as you paced to the shared bedroom and pack your belongings.

“i'm leaving you for good. goodbye aki, may we never cross paths ever again” you say for the thousandth time as you put on your coat and unlock the entrance to your freedom. hearing the slam of the door he could only sigh knowing you’ll be back.

you always come back.

right?

a week passed by and nothing changed except you're gone now and it's eating aki from inside. he fell deep into a spiraling mess, he didn't eat, did not sleep, he never came home instead he distracted himself by working incessantly. afterall, his sanctuary was gone, and the lingering scent of your perfume stuck inside the 16 by 16 unit you two used to share and it brings him to reality that the only trace of you left was the unwashed dishes and messy duvet from the day you left.

he isn't the same man anymore, he was just a shell of what once was inside. lost in his thoughts which were dominated by you, he sighed. today he's smoking at the park where you two met each other for the first time. ashes fall to the ground. he flicks off the half burned ciggy, he finds it hard to enjoy the cigarette not knowing where you are and who you're with.

you had him blocked off on every social media, you changed your number, cut your beautiful hair to above the shoulder it was a much needed reset. staying in a cheap motel, you found solace in nicotine. aki was right, smoking helped numb the pain and for a moment it gave you the illusion that aki was near you smoking on the balcony like how it used to be.

“may you never forget me aki hayakawa and the pain you've caused me” you muttered under your breath.

ii. anticipation

‘ahh~ ahhnn’

‘s-shoo good!! harder aki harder!!’

“Fffuck” up and down the shaft he copies the rhythm from the video. aki watches you bounce up and down his cock on his phone. you're so pretty all sticky and flustered like that on top of him. his body trembled in pleasure, eyes shut tightly and toes curling as he heard you moan on max volume.

“fuck name i need you so bad” he cried out as he rode the highs feeling the building up orgasm. he reminisce how tight and warm your pussy was around his cock. his heart pounds as he reaches orgasm, he calls out your name, riding the orgasm. in his mind you were there lapping his tongue while going up and down pounding your cervix letting him fill you up with his cum.

the fluid overflows from the tip of his cock to the duvet under him. the video still playing on his phone, he was brought back to reality. sitting at the edge of the bed naked, post nut clarity hits him. aki puts on his boxer before reaching to the bedside table for his cigarette box. seventeen minutes past midnight, aki had found out that the box was empty, sighing he put on his jeans and shirt. he needed a quick fix, thus he went to the convenience store across the street which was a familiar destination.

inside the convenience store, he picked one cigarette between selections of many. he picked the one with cotton candy flavour. it smelled like your perfume that has long gone in the span of 7 weeks. he tried everything in his power to keep the residual odour inside. going as far as refusing to open the window and balcony but it was no use because in the end he had inhaled all the scent.

at the same time you were walking home from the waitressing shift which you took since you needed money to pay rent. kicking the rock on the curbside, you reveal white stocking underneath your miniskirt you had to wear as it's part of the dress code. walking down the street near your old apartment. you stop by a convenience store, a familiar figure was leaning against the glass window. neon lights illuminates the figure. a smoke came out of his system.

his hair were longer, eyebags presents itself, he noticed you walking towards him. was that really you? he thought to himself. you wore a long coat, a mini skirt and a white blouse that hugged your figure just right and your hair, it's shorter now he didn't think you'd look that good in short hair. he knew you'd come back, though a bit longer than what he had anticipated.

your heels clicking against concrete, his eyes glimmering with hope as you get closer and closer. you clutch your handbag tightly. you stand beside him, leaning on the glass window before falling to your knees crying exhausted. aki removed the cigarette on his lips and crouched down to your level.

“i hate you but i don't have anywhere else to stay” you confessed, chin resting on your knees. “you have me. i'm where you're supposed to stay at” he said, hesitating to pat your back. as excited as he might be, he couldn't express the fact that his longing for you had ended the second you made eye contact with him.

you tilt your head towards him, “i missed you”

“come back to me doll” he say as he opened his arm far and wide waiting for you to fall into his hug to which you didn't take a second to do. you cried in his arms. you keep relapsing back to him no matter what you do. it's a bad habit yet you don't mind if you destroy your life chasing the never ending fire.

you took his hand and walk back to your forever home with him.

iii. relapse - intoxication

he kissed you incessantly on the way there, groping you all over your curves. as soon as the door closed he took your coat off and ripped open your blouse. buttons flew everywhere. still kissing you, his tongue explores your cave, one hand cupping your cheek, the other one fondling your breast. he broke the kiss for a moment to regain his breath.

“let me show you the way i love you dollface”

he sucks on your neck leaving a red mark, grinding his hardness on your exposed black laced panties. your skirt rode up to your navel, aki pinned you to the door. “mmm aki~” you cooed as he bury his face on the crook of your neck.

he picks you up in the bridal style to the bedroom. you sprawl yourself onto the sticky duvet, god knows what's making it sticky. ugh. your attention snapped back to the man who's pinning you on all fours. chills send down your spine as you're half naked. the room was dark. the only thing that illuminates the room was the moonlight.

“aki i know you want me but-” you paused, parallel to his hand that were fondling your mounds. “i'm here to crash not to stay”

“yeah yeah keep yapping angel i know you” his pepper kisses on your mound felt like a rapid fire. using your free hand you unzipped his pants, freeing his member. “you think you can leave me that easily? nuh uh baby. you're addicted to me” that cocky remark really did something to you because now your folds are soaked.

“shit we got hurricane katrina under here”

after cupping your pussy through your panties he felt how damp it was. he slid it down to your thighs. his index finger circles your clit, you writhe in pleasure, moaning loudly as he keeps torturing your clit enjoying the way you tremble in pleasure each time his plush finger flicks your clit. “ahn- aki!!” you screamed, at this point your neighbours probably has heard your unholy mewls.

he undresses you properly before opening his clothes. you two are naked now. he sat on the bed. leaning himself against the headboard, his cock twitches. aki looks at you, he waits in anticipation as you begin to lubricate your hand with your spit. you pump your fist around his member, he moans as you move your hand up and down. lowering your head, his tip kisses your plush lips. precum overflows, god you are heavenly.

aki is enjoying your sweet time, licking and kissing his cock, worshipping him. he's afraid this feeling might turn into a full blown addiction, he loves the whole thing, the 7 weeks, the emotional turmoil he felt when you left, and the happiness when you came running back to him. he loves your hopelessness, he loves that you're addicted to him, and especially he loves the way you're choking on his cock right now. “s too big akii” tears running down your eyes, yet you keep bobbing your head on his shaft. such a hypocrite.

“you're acting as if we've never done this before baby” he grabs a handful of your hair and slams your head down to his cock. spit and cum pools on your mouth and cheeks. “god you're such ah~” he moans “s-slut” you fasten your pace and sucking on his cock harder to stimulate him. not long after you change pace, thick ropes of cum spurt on your mouth “ffuck” his eye rolls in pleasure.

this was so long overdue, it was what you two needed after all. communication maybe the key to a good relationship but nothing beats a good sloppy head. “you're so pretty. fuck when was the last time we did this?”

“um like 6 fucking months ago? since you're so busy you just go straight to bed” you replied with a hint of annoyance on your tone.

“get on all fours since you wanna be a bitch” he smacks your ass before getting behind you waiting for you to get on all fours. “jerk” is all that you can say before his tongue assaults your folds. and all you can do is shriek in surprise before you melt in his mouth. he flicks his tongue, eating you out, making out with your pussy. his hands grips your rear end you're positive it'll leave a nice red mark in the morning. he pulls out with a hitching breath with a string of saliva being the only reason his lips are still connected to your pretty pink pussy. “god you're so sexy” he watched your trembling body from behind your only response was to pull his head back to your pussy. “you're awful at this aki” feeling challenged, aki enters two digit inside while he sucks on your clit you can feel him smirking when you tremble.

feeling your pussy tightens, he pulls out his digits, denying you the pleasure of cumming. he smacks your ass with his hand again.

“uhn aki why did you do that” you changed position into laying back

he didn't mutter a word, instead he spit on his cock, preparing to enter you. spreading your legs apart. he looks godly like this, with his hair down, sweat trickling down his toned abs, and the way he eye you down like a predator preparing to strike its prey. he smacks his cock on your wet pussy.

“were doing it raw tonight, ill make sure you're pregnant with my bastard after this is done” he said

while waiting in anticipation, you watch him as he spit on his cock, lubricating it so it'll slide easier inside your tight pussy hole. you felt your core burning inside. then he spreads your legs apart, his cock dangling, sticking on your fold. using one hand he guides his long thick erect member inside you. you hissed as he brute forced his way inside of you.

“fuck- that's it baby, take it all” he kissed your forehead before licking your tears away.

“ngghhh aki~ i can't take it anymore”

“shh baby, you're doing so good” he starts moving in and out of your pussy.

fuck, he needed this, more than cigarettes. listening to your mewls and looking at your hair sticking on your bare skin, you drooling, pussy clenching his dick tightly just like the way you hug him, you just can't let go of him.

and it took him all his fibre muscle not to cum right now. you scratch his back just enough to make him shudder in pain and pleasure. he definitely needed to make you a mama. wet sloppy sounds echoing in the small room, mixed with a faint sound of bed creaking.

“aki I cant- I'm gonna-” he cuts you off by sucking your tits. “ahhh fuck. aki I'm gonna cum”

his mouth left your nipples, “yeah you're gonna cum f’me baby?” he looks at you with those puppy eyes of his that he only showed you when he's lovesick.

“fuck name, let's do it together. get pregnant with my kids yeah?” he asks you hoping you'd let him knock you up. your mind was hazy as climax approached you couldn't think of anything else but cumming. “yes! yes aki! please make me pregnant!!” he thrusts deeper before finally feeling how tight your hole is, clenching him tighter by the second. hot liquid fills your womb while you squirt your cum all over his cock. you felt a little touch of death, aki fell on top of you, arms around your waist, cock still snuggling inside of you.

heavy breathing paced between you and aki. he kissed your eyelids, spouting praises and sweet talks. you've never felt so loved before. face buried on his neck you struggled to breath with aki on top of you, and only you can know how nice it felt to be so closed like this even when you're crushed under his weight. aki, noticing the way you struggle to breath moved himself beside you. he grabbed a cigarette from the mahogany table near the creaking bed, he reached for the silver plated lighter adjoining the pack. this habit of cigarettes after sex wasn't unknown of aki.

“i know you'll come back to me eventually” aki fires away his sassy remark while inhaling the fumes. hands extending to his, you reached for the cigarette that sits between the plush pale lips of his. it's your turn now.

“my landlord kicked me out” you confessed. “i don't miss you aki” but this was probably a lie, a snort came out of aki as he eyed you. smoke escaped your lips while you were spatting out those words.

“you needed me name” but maybe aki did need you too, maybe more than you needed him. it's ironic how akis now the one addicted to the burning sensation of you, things have flipped around.

“you're the one that's been babbling about me til now. let's talk about how you actually feel bro. but for starters, fuck you and all of your shits aki. i missed you” sigh escaped your lips

“i want you to need me like you need your cigarettes. i hate to admit this but i'm jealous of the devils you hunt everyday, i wish you'd dedicate your time to me the way you dedicate it to do your job that doesn't even pay you that good aki. is it that hard to do so?”

aki took the cigarette out of your mouth. he sat up, his digits traced your moon lit skin, separating baby hairs that sticks from your forehead. “atleast tell me how much you care about me aki” he laughed at that statement not in a mocking way, but in a playful way.

“im sorry for treating you the way i've treated you”

love can be as addicting as nicotine, it's craving as intense, and withdrawal will always be as painful as a heartbreak. and just like a smoker needs their fix, a lover needs love to fill the absence they feel.

he ruffles your hair, finishing his cigarette.

“thank you”

even when you know all these are just talk no substance, you still feel at bliss. aki himself smiled before he kissed you and one day you'll learn that love doesn't need to feel like a nicotine in the sense of it's addicting. and that sometimes, it's best to let go of the remaining cigarette before it reaches the end of the stick and burns your lips. but for now, bask in the intoxicating warmth and the overwhelming intensity because rehab isn't needed when destruction feels this good.

©️ zeninprincess 2024. reposting, plagiarizing, translating or claiming my works are strictly forbidden.

#noelle.writes #aki hayakawa x you #aki hayakawa x reader #aki x reader smut #chainsaw man #aki chainsaw man #csm x reader #csm #aki hayakawa #hayakawa aki #chainsawman #x reader #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man x you #chainsaw man x y/n #smut #chainsaw man smut #dark fic #dark fiction

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vikkirosko · 5 months ago

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🚬 Tim Masky x Reader Oneshot Ghosts of the past 💊

You were usually pretty quiet. So quiet that Tim forgot about your existence.

It didn't matter if both of you were at the mansion or during assignments, you always remained quiet, as if immersed in yourself, but as long as you did what was wanted of you, he was fine with it. You didn't bother him, you didn't annoy him, which meant he could forget about you until you caught his eye again.

But sometimes there were days like today. The days when you could talk softly, as if to yourself. That's what everyone thought, but today Tim heard you talking louder than usual. You were in the mansion, early in the morning he woke up and wanted to drink water when he heard sounds from the kitchen. When he looked in there, he saw you making breakfast and chatting cheerfully with someone. But you were the only one in the kitchen.

You definitely didn't notice that he was standing in the doorway and watching you, continuing to cook for several people and talk.

"Oh, sure, then I'll make pancakes for you next time, I'm not sure if I'll make them like my mom's, but I think they'll be delicious"

It's the first time Tim has ever heard you talk so cheerfully to someone, and it's the first time he's ever seen you smile. It was obvious that you were seeing someone, but it was a good thing that they weren't frightening hallucinations. Tim didn't want to hear you screaming in terror because of the illusions your own mind was showing you.

He took another look at the three plates that you had prepared and came to the conclusion that you saw two people, someone who was dear to you. Perhaps sibling? He didn't know. You've never talked about your past, and he's never asked you about it. He only remembered how his boss brought you to the mansion, covered in someone else's blood, with a dazed look and a bag of things that you brought with you. He didn't know what exactly was there. Perhaps Toby, whom you seemed to have become friends with, knew this. Maybe you saw him as a brother and that's why you treated him so warmly, but he never talked about it.

"Hmm? Oh, don't worry about me. This place, of course, doesn't look like the house where we lived, but it's nice here. There's a forest here too, but now I have neighbors, so I won't be lonely, I'm more worried about you"

You kept talking to your hallucinations, and Tim kept watching. He wouldn't say it out loud, but he was curious to know what was going on in your head. He was curious to know who you missed so much that your mind was ready to create their illusions just to numb your pain.

You would have continued to talk further, but when you turned around, you saw him and the smile on your lips became uncertain.

"Oh, Masky, good morning… I'm sorry, did I wake you up?.."

"No"

He was looking at you intently, and you didn't know what to do in this situation. You felt awkward and it was obvious. You hurried to put the cooked breakfast on the plates.

"Let me make you breakfast too…"

You wanted to say something else, but you froze, as if only seeing that there was no one next to you.

Your gaze became darker and sadder again, and then you slightly pushed one of the plates towards him.

"Here, you can eat it if you want…"

"Are they gone?"

“no… They're still here… I just completely forgot that it's not really like that…"

Masky was surprised that you were actually aware that you were hallucinating, but it would seem that you weren't feeling very anxious about it.

You looked up at him and smiled wistfully.

"Every time I see them, they look the same as the last time I saw them, when they were no longer alive… But talking to them like that, even knowing it's not real, is better than being in pain… It's just that sometimes I forget that they're not really here…"

You sat down on a chair with your head down. Tim watched you for a few seconds, then pushed another plate towards you.

"Eat, and someone will eat the third portion"

He watched you eat, realizing that your mind was in chaos. Perhaps you needed someone who would listen to your story, help you move on with your life, or deal with your pain in a different way. Masky wasn't sure if he could be someone who understood your pain, he wasn't sure if he could support you the way you needed to, but he could at least try to talk to you, and then if he couldn't to help you, he could have sent you to someone who lived in the mansion, who could have treated your grief with more understanding. But first, he wanted to try to help himself.

#creepypasta oneshots #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #marble hornets oneshots #marble hornets x reader #marble hornets #tim masky #Tim Masky x Reader #tim wright #Tim Wright x Reader

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cosmic-ghost-hermit · 1 year ago

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Hey everyone. I am back for a little bit to let yall know im working on making a divination discord server. I have some other things i need to set up before i open it up to the public but im very excited to see yall there! Remember to take what resonates and leave the rest behind but always be open to new experiences. 🩵

-ghost

PILE 1

Crystal: Amethyst

Astrology: ♈️♌️♐️♒️

Vibes: 💛📝🔑💰🚧🎷🏆⚜️🔆🍻🍯🧀🍋🌦️🌻🐝🐣🐱🤲🫨🥱🍰🎾🎗️🏵️🚜🏜️🎁☢️☣️⚠️🚸🔱

Hi there, pile one! So this one is pretty dang straight forward. I see you embracing motherhood. This could be literal motherhood and you could be participating in raising a child but I also see it could be a pet. It definitely looks like it is a little bit of a surprise to everyone involved. I do need to warn you. I can see someone who says they’re on your corner trying to sabotage the situation. It could be purposeful but it also could be accidental. They could just be scared of such a big commitment. Make sure you are equally spreading out the work and everyone is carrying some of the weight of this commitment. There will be chaos if things are not equally distributed. Have everyone research how to help and read up on important information so everyone is on the same page. A village is needed to raise a child but if the village isn’t in harmony. All must be in tandem when raising a little one. If someone isn’t following along with everyone else make sure you are strict about how things are meant to be done. Do not let your village stray from the path. Keep nasty people away from this baby.

PILE 2

Crystal: Black Tourmaline

Astrology: ♉️♏️♓️♊️

Vibes: 🏳️‍🌈🌺🌈🦄💐🥗🍭🛼🎡🚦🎉🎊❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🛍️🌄🏩🏕️🎭🍎🍊🍋🍏🫐🍆🍇🍡🍬

Hellooo, pile 2! Your new journey is a self help adventure. You have been gaslit a lot in your life and I see you learning how to use discernment and seeing right through people's lies and straight to the truth. Your presence is becoming a truth serum for all that surrounds you. Your way more powerful than others have coerced you into believing. You have been polishing your skills in private and now you get to shine like the diamond in the rough you are. This journey might not even be something you notice as it comes and goes. You have proved yourself enough already. Allow yourself to stop filling the cups of others and take time to fill your own. If you do not you will eventually dull that shine and become just like those who coerced you. You have the choice to choose a different fate than the one they chose.

PILE 3

Crystal: Rainbow Moonstone

Astrology: ♎️♊️♏️♉️

Vibes: 💜💖🏳️‍⚧️🎀🫐🔮❄️🍆💠🍧🌸🐬🌷🪻🩵☂️🐙👙🚺👛💎🫦🦋😈💦☯️🩻💞🧷

Hi, pile 3! Your new adventure is a gender expression journey. You will be exploring femininity to its core. Femininity might not be something you are very familiar with but you are learning about using your charm and charisma to get what you desire. You are realizing how much your appearance means to you and how to use it in manifestation. It might be kind of scary to you due to some kind of trauma. I see you could be trans-feminine but i also see you being a cis woman and just afraid of what might happen if you use your appearance like that. The patriarchy is definitely terrifying so I understand the apprehension. Use your appearance for justice. Use your feminine charm for your desires. Do not fear because you are protected by spirit. I see Gaia looking after you while you explore your Empress energy.

PILE 4

Crystal: Flower Agate

Astrology: ♋️♓️♑️♒️

Vibes: 🖤❤️💯🕹️🎸♟️🎳🍉🎮🎹🍒🍓🔌🍎🚬🔥🪨👹🔪🥵🥊🛞🕷️🕸️🐞🦊👠♦️🧣🕶️💋💄♣️

Heyooo, pile 4! Oh my goodness this is exciting. Your new adventure is steeped in love. Romantic, platonic and familial love surround your lonely heart. You were a very lonely kid but now love is filling your life. Suitors are at every turn and you get to hand pick who gets to love you. Make sure you are using good discernment when choosing. Look into the future at what heart longs for and aim for it using that criteria. Your values should align with those you love and they should respect you. Don’t go for those who don't make you feel sparks. Don’t bet on boring or mean people because you deserve to be adored.

PILE 5

Crystal: Dragons Blood Jasper

Astrology: ♏️♍️♋️♌️

Vibes: 🖤🩵❤️🤍✒️⚗️📌🎹🎼💎🧲🎲🎱🧊🍷🫖🦨❄️🔥☁️🐧🦋🎒👟🕶️🪢🥼🫀🥶♠️

Pile 5, welcome to your reading. You are opening doors that you can not close. You are beginning a spiritual journey. It also looks like you are nearing the end of another journey. This journey is meant to take a lot of self reflection. You must stare into your shadow until you love it as much as you love your light. You must look at the part of you that disgust you with love and acceptance. Which believe me I am aware that is much easier said than done but you are ready! You can do this! Seek out a spiritual teacher or a therapist to show you the ropes of shadow work. Facing this alone is scary and it is much easier when you have someone to help guide you through the dark. The universe loves you and wants you to love you as much as it does.

#tarot #tarot reading #astrology #pick a crystal #pick a pile #tarot pick a card #crystals #pick a card #spiritualgrowth #spiritual awakening #spirit #spirituality #shadow work #adventure

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quincyhorst · 4 months ago

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Hi! I'm loving the FFI stuff so much lol. Whenever I need food I come here /j I actually also adore Senbayama but they get very little love (the most coming from... Reddit). I'd love to hear stuff if you have any in store! My favorite is Yamane, but the Mugen no Kabe trio are AMAZING

...Senbayama.... That's a name I haven't heard in a long time.... 🚬

...Jokes aside. Long story short, years ago there was a time where I was obsessed with Senbayma 😭 They genuinely were the OGs when writing headcanons and I still treasure a lot I've written for them; even if sharing it wasn't easy. After years of seeing this team get ignored or treated badly, it makes me happy how the fandom opinion is slowly changing; at least in one part of the community ;v;

Either way, here's some brief Senbayama things for ya :D

First off, the location of the school... I feel like SBY is either in the Tohoku region (North east) or in Kyushu (Where Tachimukai's city, Fukuoka, is). For years this dilemma has been bothering me, and it remains undecided to this day. I remember that my arguments for Tohoku were because many of their spoken dialogue was similar to the actual dialect of the region (For example, Tanushimaru and Harano ending their sentences with -ppe). As for Kyushu, I genuinely don't remember the reasons why anymore, but all I remmeber is that nearby Fukuoka there's a place named Tanushimaru. Overall, this is why I'm quite vague with the location.

Regarding the school itself... Given its location on the high mountains, it's not very easy to access this school unless you're willing to walk a loooooot of stairs. It's overall student body is small, and its stubborness on not getting in touch with the newer technologies makes it not very attractive to people outside its area. Nonetheless, for the local children, it's still a simple yet comfy place.

(In one of the Matane no Kisetsu ending pictures you can see Ayano and Harano walking through a field with barely any mountains minus in the background, which makes you wonder how much it takes to arrive at SBY on the first place....)

Special thanks to @//ryuusei-boi for making a clean version of this pic <3

Other thing to point out on the school's official art; but for some reason the only sport taught at Senbayama is soccer. And even then the school has a complicated relationship with it. The field was originally meant to be a resting area from classes, but its purpose was changed because of the insistence of the students on wanting more active subjects. Will other sports be added to the curriculum? Maybe... But there are other important issues to deal with first, such as actually adding fences to the field. RIP to all those soccer balls that fell by accident.

Now with some of the players... I LOVE THE MUGEN NO KABE TRIO!!! They were my favorites <3333 I've always cherished the headcanon of them being very close friends, mostly because the game itself says that the MNK is based off trust.

Once classes (and after school time) ends, I like to picture them going to Shiotani's house every so often :> Mostly to practice some more or just to chill, and sometimes even staying for dinner! The Shiotani family has a big enough orchard to feed everyone 💪 In few occassions the three go visit Makiya's family instead, although it is harder to access and not very big. And as for Ayano's house, it's off-limits.

As for Yamane, one of my main headcanons for him was that his family owns a goat farm -that's where the daily milk comes from-; but You himself had always wanted to get one for himself, be as a pet or just an animal to take care of. This was his motivation for winning the Football Frontier in fact, thanks to a promise he made with his older sister! It didn't come true because of Raimon, but You is still hopeful... Though, years after writing this, I've now found out him having his own goat is actually canon; at least in his japanese profile. Good for him ;v;

THANK YOU both for your ask; and also for making me write about Senbayama again! 💚 I apologize by how long this reply took, so many things happened in these weeks to a point it's stressful 😭

As an extra, here's a very old meme I did of Yamane and the other SBY 3rd years. They were another favorite group of mine ~

#inazuma eleven #senbayama #hc:ina11 #yamane you #<- Only tagging You for now #Apologies if it's a bit long #There's so many thoughts I have about this random rural school 😭#I'd write a whole analysis of the “trust” factor within Mugen No Kabe if I could #(And the whole implications of Neo Japan's MNK being “stronger" somehow....)#Aaaaand let's not even talk about GO.......... Please........... 💀

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empressofmankind · 6 months ago

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THE CUT

[Crocodile x Shivs (OC)]

Teen and up ~ 2k / 5 pgs

(A/N): I don't know how to sell you this - It's definitely a Crocodile x Shivs ficlet, but also he isn't in it?! He's mentioned one (1) time.

It's the bad old days prior to the Team Triassic's story line. It's the period between the hushed up Jurassic Park drama (in the aftermath of which Crocodile's accounts got frozen) and the infamous San Diego incident that saw him maimed in the way we all know him to be. That's right, it's 1996 and they're living in San Diego. And not the bella vita.

Tag(s): Suspense. Not-so-veiled threats of violence. Mafia shenanigans. Devil Fruit, whomst? Nothing graphic, this time.

🚬🚬🚬

It had been an typical Monday until just before closing time, when it took an abrupt turn for the worse.

Alfonso had immigrated to San Diego from Marsala three years ago and set up shop near the main street of Little Italy. An excellent spot for a skilled craftsman, and soon people knew where to find him. There had been several regulars today, in for their weekly or biweekly appointment. Some fresh faces, too. He was just wiping his hands on a towel while seeing off his last customer when she entered.

That’s right, a woman.

Dressed as she was in slacks and a vest situation, her face in the shade of a Coppola cap, he’d at first assumed she was a man. After all, all his customers were.

“Lady,” Alfonso said, his surprise evident in his tone. “This is a barbershop.”

Her long fingers lingered on the olive corduroy before she removed her cap to reveal a narrow face and hawkish eyes. Eye, he should say, as a neat leather eyepatch covered the left. She tilted her head like a bird. Or a cat. Perhaps, a cat casing a bird.

“I am aware.”

Her Italian was fluent, but he could not place her accent. She didn’t seem from the neighborhood to him with her red hair and pale skin. Unsure what to make of her, he slipped into the false comfort of his daily routine. She did have her hair cut in a short, flamboyant sort of quiff that had clearly outgrown its ideal length.

“You need a trim, donna?”

“Yes.” She smiled - a self-satisfied, toothy thing more a threat than a reassurance. “Unless you are closed, Alfonso?”

Alfonso frowned and looked her over again. No, he’d remember if he’d met a woman like her. How did she know his name? He shrugged off the unpleasant feeling. Word of mouth, no doubt. If her purpose was a trim, he would provide a trim.

“If there are customers, my doors are open,” he said as he gestured her to his salon chair. He pulled it out for her, but when she sat down, a metallic ‘clang’ rang against the frame. The source was a worn prosthetic, replacing the lower half of her left leg. It was just visible above the neat, two-tone derby when she sat. He busied himself with fashioning his barber cape about her neck and shoulders. If she’d been a man, he’d have assumed she’d lost it in a war, perhaps a severe work accident. What harms threaten a woman’s leg?

The color of her hair was remarkable - lustrous, as copper, and red as spilled wine. And her own, rather than painted as he had first thought. Her roots were as crimson as the rest of it. Yet its texture was rough and stiff as he inspected the grown out quiff. The culprit was hairspray, used amply and regularly, so it would bounce back when she removed her cap. He could determine this because he felt and remedied it on the daily.

“A wax is easier on the hair than a spray,” he said, conversationally, and not for the first time that day. “It holds just as well.” He gauged the length of the now drooping forelock, considering how to prune it into shape. Such an unusual hair shade. A wax would do it good, strengthen its natural shine. If she let it grow, it would be a sight to behold.

“I’ll swipe some from mio capo.”

That gave him pause.

Not the cavalier mention of theft, but whose mouths that particular noun tended to frequent. Then again, their thing, too, was men’s business. He caught her observing him in the mirror. She seemed amused.

He’d never cut a woman’s hair before. He supposed it shouldn’t be any different. Wondered if she would have other expectations of this masculine cut. “Signorina Chiara down the street can cut it proper.”

“Signorina Chiara has paid her protection.”

Alfonso froze.

He hadn’t forgotten.

Not exactly.

For the past three years, he had made the payment every month on the precise time and day specified. He’d never heard anything, never seen anyone. He gave the envelope with cash to the Mexican girl chewing bubblegum at the corner store, and that was that.

Last week, the day after it was due this month, he realized he forgot to hand over the usual third of his income. He’d been worried, but no one had come. Not the day after that, either. He’d started thinking maybe they hadn’t noticed? His was but a small business. Surely, his few crumpled bills didn’t matter all that much.

She glanced up from the corner of her good eye. “I suggest you don’t ruin it.”

“I’d never, donna.” His hand shook as he combed her hair and lined up his scissors to refresh her haircut. He cut in silence for a while, and she observed him in the mirror. He could sense her gaze on him as snippets of red hair fell to the floor, collecting there like red autumn leaves or spilled blood about a drain.

“Leave the bangs a tad longer,” she said when he was almost done, and he obliged. “Full plate, today?”

“Usual, I would say,” he said as he cut. He’d helped customers all day, but no one had to be turned down.

“Lookin’ after your own, I see,” she surmised, and he noticed the snare around his ankle the moment it closed. “Friend of ours wouldn’t leave us out in the cold.”

He could have suggested that business had slowed down, should have said that income had been scarce.

Too late, now.

“Listen Alfonso.” She rolled her shoulders beneath the barber cape and caught his gaze in the mirror, a flick at their surroundings with her long fingers. “I was told to remind you who got you on solid ground when you arrived here, who helped you set up this little shop.”

She needn’t tell him.

He knew.

For as he watched the last snip of red hair drift to the tiled floor, he realized who sat in his salon chair.

Quello rosso - the red one.

Never had he imagined the Crocodile’s infamous enforcer might be a woman. No one had ever? He’d assumed - expected? He supposed it didn’t matter, now.

“This neighborhood can be rough,” she said as he cautiously tilted her head to trim up the sides. “You wouldn’t want to be without protection.”

“No, signora,” he hastily agreed as he touched the straight razor to the short hair just behind her ear. Unintentionally, his gaze lingered on the slow pulse of veins at the crease of her jaw.

“You seem a smart man, Alfonso.” Her tone was soft and deliberate. “Don’t think stupid thoughts, now.”

Alfonso frowned and coughed, putting the razor down as the fit’s intensity brought fluid up from his lungs. It left as quickly as it had started.

“Scuse,” he managed as he recovered, and rinsed and dried his hands before returning to the task at hand.

He glimpsed her sly smile in the mirror. “It’s been going around.”

He finished the cut, and she seemed well enough pleased with it as she rose and inspected it. “Listen, you bring the missing dough and a little extra for this hassle come Thursday, and I won’t be bringing this suit to the dry-cleaner.” She returned her cap to its proper place and turned to him. “That sound fair to you?”

Less than three days.

She tilted her head, and he felt another coughing fit come on.

“Si, signora,” he agreed in between coughs and his throat cleared. “Thursday, subito.”

She smiled and he hurried to open the door for her.

He didn’t release the breath he’d been holding until she’d crossed the street and disappeared into the alley behind Gino’s. He flipped the sign to ‘closed’ and sank to the ground with his back against the glass door.

‘A little extra for this hassle.’

How much money did they expect?

All of it.

He’d assume all of it. If that wasn’t sufficient… The magnitude of what had happened hit him, and he broke down in sobs. He knew he was lucky if this was all he ever saw of her.

Her.

Never would he have suspected… he marshaled his nerves.

He would not make that mistake again.

🚬🚬🚬

@tiredemomama @feral-artistry @lostfirefly @supermetalfandomfreak @biohazard-inevitable @fanaticsnail @gingernut1314 @katmihawk @momodwriter @dressycobra7 @bronsterbash

#just Shivs being the grease that ensures Crocs machinations run smoothly #one piece fic #one piece au #sir crocodile #one piece sir crocodile #mafia au #crocodile one piece #crocaine #op crocodile #crocodile #jurassic park au #one piece #buggy thoughts #crocodile fic #one piece fanfic #croc x shivs #imperial fiction

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theartkid15 · 3 months ago

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Maroon and Avrille head cannons bc I feel like they don’t get enough love

( TW: mentions of firearms, drugs, and alcohol, you have been warned)

Maroon- 🕶️🥃🌱🧡

Her southern accent slips out and becomes a lot more pronounced when she gets angry, upset, or excited. Afterwards she gets made fun of for her accent.

I know she can be goofy and silly have you SEEN some of the doodles of her. But she can switch between being chill and silly to much more serious and intimidating when the situation calls for it.

Lowkey forgets that she is the adult and probably the most responsible person in a situation, feels like she needs an adultier adult if that makes any kind of sense.

Since our girl is handy with weapons and guns, I’m gonna call it right now that she gets intense joint pain in her wrists from the recoil of certain guns. ( ha old lady)

Knows she looks so badass while in combat or fighting.

Cuts her hair by herself, that’s why it looks the way it looks, deal with it.

Probably pierced her ears by herself or got it done by a friend, and says that it didn’t hurt. Her double piercing probably caused some minor pain but that was it. But her tattoo made her get a bit teary eyed. Bc color tattoos hurt like a bic-

Wears the sunglasses not because they’re cool, but because her eyes are sensitive to light, and also her eyes are very expressive so she’s doesn’t want other people to see what she’s feeling.

Feels like a cool older sister to Tre while being a bodyguard to him, maybe even like a third parent. But she isn’t above smacking him on the back of his head if he isn’t watching his mouth.

She can either dance or has two left feet, no in between.

Every other Saturday Dante has karaoke night to make money. It takes Maroon to be a few drinks deep before she grabs the mic and starts singing. She has a decent voice, not terrible but not angelic either.

Tried doing makeup on herself once for like a lootbag event in Ramshackle, accidentally made herself look like a clown ( sorry Nemo) and swore to never do it again.

Sees a lot of Skipp in Tre and feels a drive to protect him more, like a do over to make up for past mistakes.

That’s all I got, movin on✨✨✨

Avrille-🍬🍭🚬🎀

May the lord himself help her and her hair. I just know it’s beyond dead since she constantly dyes it pink. People don’t even remember what her natural hair color is anymore.

Take one good look at Avrille and tell me the her closet isn’t enormous. She has been draw in so many outfits in official artwork by Zeddyzi isn’t hard to keep track which outfit is her main outfit.

The epitome of gaslighting, girl bossing, and gatekeeping.

Probably made several butlers and maids quit in tears, it was probably their first day on the job too.

Uses Stone’s old bedroom as storage, just because it made her feel a small bit of guilt seeing his room frozen in time, and his things he left behind collecting dust.

It’s lonely being on at top, yeah she has everything, but I feel like deep deep deep down, she knows she is truly alone.

Took down the few photos and paintings around the mansion of Stone, or anything in his likeness that reminds Avrille of him. Out of sight out of mind, at least that’s what she tells herself.

Her drive to succeed was partially fueled by fear and anxiety because of her parents. Pressure thrown on her, expectations were high, and failure wasn’t an option. And unlike Stone she didn’t crack and crumble under the pressure, but it changed her.

She had a childhood dream that one day Stone and herself would be world renowned scientists, changing the world for the better.

Avrille wants to do more than create drug filled candy and sell them to other citizens of Ramshackle. But being a drug dealer makes the most money currently so she put that goal she has on the back burner.

She likes Strawberry flavored things the best, but she also likes bubblegum and raspberry flavored things as well as a close second and third.

Mountains and mountains of different accessories, hats, parasols, jewelry, gloves, patterns tights, shoes, you name it, she has it.

Very poor circulation and her hands are always extremely cold for no reason.

That’s it yall! Again these are just my interpretations of these characters and I just wanted to show them so love since I haven’t seen much content of Maroon and Avrille lately. I’ll probably post some more stuff tomorrow, who knows

-🔮💜☀️🪻💫🪐🌙⭐️🌞✨

#ramshackle avrille #ramshackle #ramshackle maroon

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spriggle · 4 months ago

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Hiiii! I love your art SO much, and I think Milou is really beautiful. 🥺💖 So, I wanted to ask you about your PC! What does Milou think about each LI?

HELLO AND THANK YOU WAHHHHH 😭😭😭 I appreciate that so much! Everyone's PC are so unique and fun — I'm excited to join in on all the cool art this community has been providing 💕🩷 It's honestly super flattering too that someone would want to ask about my PC as well aaah thank you so much for the interest ;_; I'll provide information below the cut ~🩷

🌾🐄 Milou's Thoughts on the Love Interests & More! — I'll be going in order on when they met!

👁️ Kylar: My headcanon is that Kylar and Milou were childhood sweethearts. Whatever happened to Kylar’s parents may have also affected Milou and her own family, ultimately leading to her being sent to the orphanage—much to Kylar’s dismay. In a way she’s the last link to a happier past, the only piece of warmth left in his life. It’s no wonder his affection for her became so desperate, obsessive and unhealthy. Ever since she left, everything has been wrong! But now that she’s back, things can finally go back to the way they were… right? Unfortunately Milou doesn’t remember much about Kylar. The past is a haze, fragmented and out of reach. She thinks he’s sweet, maybe a little misunderstood—but there’s something about him that unsettles her.

🚬 Whitney: Milou is terrified of Whitney—but what she doesn’t realize is that he’s harbored a crush on her since they were kids! There’s a particular combat dialogue that gave me this idea: if you plead and mention Kylar, Whitney says something along the lines of, “Of course you’d go for that freak.” The wording feels very specific? Almost personal, which led me to headcanon that Whitney, Kylar, and Milou were once friends. But ever since the incident, they all naturally grew apart. Whitney blames Kylar for what happened and takes his anger out on him through bullying. But there’s more to it, I think. The petty side of him had always resented Kylar—not just for the past, but for being so close to Milou. In my version, Whitney even shares similar piercings as Kylar. It’s more of a subtle (almost childish) way of mirroring the person he both hates and envies. It’s also the perfect mirror of his own feelings: spite, jealousy and something he’d never admit—not even to himself.

🍋 Robin: Everyone’s favorite orphan! There’s not much to say that hasn’t already been said. Kindhearted, selfless, everything Milou wishes she could be. From the moment she was taken into the orphanage, Robin welcomed her with open arms—something she never forgot. And yet she can’t help but feel… hatred? It’s like looking into a mirror and seeing everything she hates about herself staring back. Robin relies on Milou just as much as she relies on him. They hold each other up, but maybe they’re just holding each other down. It’s hard to call what they have healthy. Maybe it’s comfort. Maybe it’s a crutch. But neither of them knows how to let go.

🕊️ Sydney: Technically, Milou knows Sydney—but knowing might be a stretch. They never truly met. Milou’s parents were friends with Kylar’s. Kylar’s parents were friends with Sirris. And through that, Sydney’s name must have come up as an occasional mention in passing—one that Milou has long since forgotten. Now all she sees is someone who feels too good for this place. Too kind, too pure, too untouched by the things that have worn everyone else down. She admires Sydney, just as she does Sirris—as if they exist on some higher plane just out of reach.

🌾 Alex: Milou couldn’t keep up with Bailey’s payments. That was all it took, and she was sent to Remy’s underground farm—stripped of freedom, of dignity, of everything. Somehow, she escaped. But something in her never quite did. The trauma, the stress—piled on top of the cracks already there—took more from her than just memories. She had already forgotten her parents, already lost the pieces of Kylar and Whitney. But this was the breaking point where she reverted back to a more simple-minded state. And then there was Alex. Kind, charming and patient who respected her enough to never harm or do anything to her physically. He gave her work, a place to stay—no demands, no threats, just an open door. To Milou, he is a safe haven!

💼 Avery: Someone she respects and fears in equal measure. To Milou, he’s romantic, he’s kind—or at least that’s what she tells herself. It’s not love. It’s obedience. An instinctive compliance born from everything she’s been through. She doesn’t question. She doesn’t resist. She welcomes affection without hesitation, seeks it out wherever she can find it. It’s a defense mechanism. If kindness is rare, she’ll cling to it. If being useful means being wanted, then so be it. If her body is all she has to offer, then… yeah.

She has not yet met Great Hawk, Black Wolf and Eden!

#dol #dol pc #degrees of lewdity pc #degrees of lewdity #milou the meek #dol art #robin the orphan #whitney the bully #kylar the loner #alex the farmhand #alex the farmer #avery the businessman #sydney the faithful #myu doodles #myu oc #myu yaps #myu asks

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rosesradio · 6 months ago

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2, and then 14-22. Realistically I'd ask all the questions if it wasn't a bother but these are the ones I'd love to hear the most. I know it's still a lot though so nbd if you don't have answers!

i went ahead and answered all of the 2024 look-back questions !! 💌

How many fics have you worked on since January?

I’ve written several drabbles and things that haven’t made it to ao3, though using my ao3 stats, i’ve posted 30 fics in 2024.

What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year?

I’ve expanded and delved further into themes and things I’m interested in—especially with quite a few ships and dynamics I haven’t tried before! (Like jercy, lukercy, lukethan—arranged marriage, getting back into x readers a little, etc.)

What piece of media inspired you the most? (This can be the fandom you wrote the most for, the one that spawned the most ideas, the one you thought about the most, etc.)

obviously pjo lol, that inspired 27 of the 30 fics 😅

How many fandoms did you write for this year? Three (spider-man got one fic and hsmtmts got two)

What ships captured your heart?

i’d have to say valdangelo, they were the focus of two of my longfics (one still a wip). but honorable mentions to lukercy and jercy for some good smut 👀 and lukabeth for helping expand my darkfics

What characters captured your heart?

Leo, nico, hazel (this is more for the later IR chapters that are written and not posted 👀), and annabeth. oh and Jason and Percy and Luke. just all of them !!

Did you write for any new fandoms or ships this year?

lots of new ships, but i think spider-man was the only new fandom

What fic meant the most to you to write?

i’d have to say ceaseless eve and ivory rain (yes i’m pairing them they can’t be bought separately lol). i put a lot of work and bits of myself in those fics and had a lot to say about the world i created there—and i have a lot more to say still <3

What fic made you feel the happiest to work on?

honestly anything fluffy and smutty—cucciolo, a jasico first time fic, comes to mind. it was just so sweet and hot and captured just the right dynamic <3

What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing?

probably ceaseless eve. it was just before i was going into knee surgery (tfw knee surgery—gunshots), and to set that up to post so i could read comments when i was in recovery was so nice :-) i just know that feeling will be even better when i’m done with ivory rain

What fic was the most difficult to write?

honestly ivory rain. longfics have always been difficult, but i’m trying things i never have before. it’s exciting and intimidating and frustrating all at once, but i know once people read it they’ll see it was worth it.

What fic was the easiest to write?

any of my smut fics lol, that’s why they’ve multiplied like rabbits 👀

What were your shortest and longest fics posted this year?

ceaseless eve (mid-revision…please don’t ask about the revision process 🚬) is 103,315 words. i’ve written several shorter drabbles on tumblr only but the shortest posted work is a moment alone, which is 795 words.

What were your go-to writing songs?

i have a writing playlist of instrumental songs, i can’t listen to songs with lyrics lol

What was the hardest fic to title?

I have a hard time with all of my titles. I remember specifically struggling with a lesson in overcoming fear and hidden in darkness, cloaked in sheets—for the most part though i just extract a little phrase of what the fic is

What's your favorite title of the year?

again, ceaseless eve and ivory rain. they’re stupid and pretentious and i hate them so much <33

Share your favorite opening line

“When boiling it down to the basic strategy, the absolute most straightforward logistics…working a service job was a lot like charging into battle.” The opening line to ivory rain…it’s cringe, it’s sillygoofy, it’s leocore babey

Share your favorite ending line

“We need to make sure you're good and rested up, anyway, for the Sunday matinee…" is a good closing line from spoils of war. it reveals something and leaves the reader wondering and dreading.

Share your favorite piece of dialogue

"You're asking if I burned your letter," Leo said stonily.

"Not necessarily," Nico started, his heart jumping in his chest.

"Look," Leo said, his gaze flitting towards the trees. "I was pissed. I still am. I'm not gonna lie and say I've cried over you like a wife waiting for her husband to come back from war. But I was pissed because I was worried, okay? So if you think I would burn the only evidence I had that you were okay just because I was mad?" He shook his head incredulously. "Then you don't know me at all."

it’s a tie between this and simply the “welcome home, nico” line in ch 3 of IR. there’s just so much pining and angst and friction and ultimate love that’s so fun to convey through the dialogue with these two

Share your funniest line

If Leo's therapist had seen the bunker, had really explored it and noted all the red flags (ranging anywhere from unhealthy isolation habits to illegal safety hazards), she probably would have determined that the bunker was enabling him.

That's because the bunker was enabling him.

i think it’s like the rhythm of this little paragraph, it just reads like a standup joke & is once again very leocore lol

What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?

i think i’ve just been surprised by my brainstorming process for IR—it’ll be easier to explain once the fic is posted, but yeah the story’s taken me lots of places!

What writing programs did you use? Did you write by hand?

i use Wattpad drafts 🫣 sometimes i’ll use tumblr drafts and the word counter website depending on what i’m trying to do, but for the most part it’s wattpad

If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?

finishing CE—and i just know finish IR will be 10 times that :’)

Did you do anything special to celebrate finishing a fic?

i don’t think so—maybe take a nap or get ice cream :-)

How did you recharge between fics?

…i don’t. i just go long periods where i don’t write, or i’ll just do inbox drabbles

Did you create fanworks other than fic?

nope, just fics! i wish i worked on drawing though 👉👈

How many events did you take part in? (bangs, exchanges, ship weeks, zines, prompt memes, they all count!)

i took part in the lukercy birthday bash! i posted two fics (around 14k each) for that, both of which can be found on my ao3

If this were an awards show, who would you thank?

@heavens-vault, my lovely editor/beta reader/my person—IR wouldn’t be half of what it is without her. and ofc anyone who’s ever enjoyed my fics enough to leave a comment & lmk, it is very much appreciated 💌

What's left on your to-do list for 2024?

nothing i guess 😅

What would you like to write next year?

i hope to finish IR (i’m almost halfway through), maybe participate in the lukercy valentines bash, and maybe get started on my next longfic which i’m keeping close to my chest lol. it’s all pretty ambitious and i’m sure I’ll be working on plenty of drabbles in between, but I look forward to it ! 💌

#pjo #valdangelo #asks

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romance-dawning · 8 months ago

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🤍 🤎 💚

Purupurupuru~ CLICK!

🤍 when did you first realize you were in love with s/i?

🚬: Oh some questions, thank you lovely! That's a very good question... as embarrassing as it is I must have realized not even a week after we both got on the Merry. What can I say the heart knows what the wants, not that I'd complain <3~

🤎 what was the first thing you remember gifting to s/i?

🚬: I believe it was a very beautiful silver bracelet and flowers! I couldn't help myself when I saw the jewelry while I was running errands, it was perfect for my darling Ollie <3~

💚 what does the perfect date look like to you?

🚬: Between you and me Any date with Ollie is a perfect date, though I can assume that answer won't suffice so! A perfect date would be a beautiful and intricate feast followed up by a walk by street and moonlight, what could be more romantic?

CLICK!

#📞 f/ovember takeover #🥘a dish made with love.rom #unreality #ollie musings #ask games #📫 you’ve got mail! (asks)

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The ugly baboon is just a p!mp .

So rat chi just tried to make us sympathies with one. The only reason why yoshiwara wasn't abolished after his underserved nice passing is because there still some idealization of these kind of place which is awful.

I can't believe gin ball ma used to be an example of strong female empowerment media for me and anitwt(☝️🤡) 2018.

There is nice stuff but it's NOT one . It's not because something is less bad than it's peers that it's meeting the minimum standards.

I wanted to rewatch and follow your commentaries but nevermind also I never liked the alien space stuff .

You know I think the yato clan could be a superhuman clan from earth and we didn't need all these space stuff and that ugly electrical obelisk. (the tower that they like to put in any cover )

Not surprised also when you take into account his real friendship with the ruronini kenshin author .

I'm sorry to lash out my hateful keyboard because I'm a hater and find negativity in everything , I feel comfy to lash it out here 🚬🚬🚬 ( fuuuu) .

on one hand gintama is a gag manga whose brand is hiding good morals under a raunchy and jaded exterior but on the other hand 🙄 the worst thing is that it's actually miles betters than its peers LMAO. i wouldn't call it female empowerment now and neither did i consider it such back when i was first into it but i quite like the female cast, and unlike other series at least it has a female cast that is only getting saved like half of the time. what is pissing me off though is that at times it tries to raise the issue of female subjugation, reductive gender roles and what have you and then immediately shoots itself in the foot while trying to parade its lukewarm message, resulting in something even worse than if the status quo was left untouched. sad! males idolize yoshiwara and other red light districts and keep reusing its setting in their shit stories because they are demons. and it's concerning when this stuff is presented in shounen jump of all places, a magazine aimed at children. but whatever

i don't really vibe with the alien stuff either, to be honest when i just started rewatching i was a bit baffled by how... idk, right-adjacent this whole "outsiders are enemies, we need to protect our country" stuff is. maybe i'm imagining it though, i can't coherently put it into words but it left me 🤨 huh never noticed this before. besides it's boring and ugly. i stopped following the manga closely after the arc that came after shogun assassination but i remember watching the final movie in the cinema and it was literally just 2 hours of non stop boring alien fighting and i feel like that thing dragged for 2 years in the manga, the last few arcs they go to space and they just keep fighting space animals over and over and it has no meaning or definition and then it ends. i don't really care about yato as a whole to be honest but they were soooo underutilized, they're like this superhuman quing dynasty lite but the only prominent characters are kagura's family and mutsu (who wasn't even known as yato for most of the story and then it's never brought up again) like they were so fumbled. i think in the end literally everyone was fumbled because every single character needed to be scraped off the board to make space for the annoying ass ugly insufferable mc because god forbid his dick is not being sucked for 0.2 seconds

this is a safe space for haters ✌️😤 all in all the forte of this series has always been the comedy and that's why i picked it up and liked it in the first place... and it's still funny. given lots of grace we can say that some of its serious stuff is also mildly entertaining but it should have never deviated from being funny imo, but i find my rewatch quite fun to be honest. all things considered up to a certain point it's not a bad series at all

#anon

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oshi-nakadapiroki · 2 years ago

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Nakada Hiroki Channel Nakacha no Ma #47 2023.10.31 Notes [Eng translation]

≫ Intro:

For some reason, he's got the stream set to start at 08:10PM and not the usual 08:00PM (he doesn't know why)

It's Halloween! 🎃👻🦇

He hasn't seen alot of ppl out and about, but then again the evening has only just begun

He thinks it's probably best to relax at home on Halloween

Apparently Shinjuku Halloween is worse than Shibuya Halloween (either way they're both hell)

He went once before the pandemic for work-related reasons and it was hell on earth, the traffic regulations were really bad (was it during that time he wore the giraffe headpiece? Unsure if it was work-related tho)

He thinks as long as people have fun and are careful, it's all fine

He will not be leaving his house at all tonight lmao

He's got a stuffy nose (as always)

Someone in the chat offers him 4000¥ to show his face already

He tells us it's gonna be a no-face livestream this time

We're bidding now so someone offers 14 000¥ lol

Apparently he didn't get the 4000¥ from the Osaka bday event (?!) wtf Beethoven

He's wearing black bunny ears!

He was looking for horns but he got them mixed up with the bunny ears. He looks cute either way! And it suits since he's the year of the rabbit

He was so embarrassed to get it because there was a high school girl next to him buying the same thing 😭 He was questioning his sanity since he already looked like a suspicious person lmao

This month's beer: Premium Malt's Limited Design 500ml 🍺

He's having blue cheese with honey again 🧀🍯

He doesn't know where he bought the handcuffs for his bday event (probably mail older? they were pretty heavy)

After he had finished his bento, he went back to his hotel for a moment, then rode the ferris wheel, then got back to the event just in time for the evening part (he's so マイペース) 🎡

He didn't buy any souvenirs in Osaka

He wants to cut today's free part of the stream short since he'll be doing a gaming stream afterwards

It's been so long, he barely even remembers how to log in on his gaming PC

He said he was gonna play Only Down next but when he had logged into Steam, he had to put all of his information into his account again (not just card information but address etc)

He doesn't remember his card number, just the security code 😂

He says it's no good to engage in fraud/scamming (no one mentioned it in the chat so idk where he got that from??)

Oh ok he's been seeing it around on Twitter apparently

He doesn't smoke or gamble (glad we got that out of the way lol) ( ´Д｀)yー~~

Someone in the chat asks what he thinks of a girl who smokes and he says he doesn't approve nor disapproves of it

Its each to their own, much like with him and his drinking

It's better not to smoke but he doesn't think it's a good idea to take cigarettes away from the ppl who do smoke. As long as it's in moderation, doesn't cause trouble for others and we're considerate, he thinks it's fine 🚬

Whether it's about ordinary cigarettes or e-cigarettes, he doesn't know the circumstances of the situation, but he think each person has their own reasons for it

"'What about a woman who drink 24 h/day?' Sleep. Go to bed. What are you fighting that's got you drinking for 24 hours? w"

"From my own experience, I don't think I could have done that even when I was young.. No wait, I did. I think I did" (Sendai flashbacks lmao)

≫ Furuba:

Again, Furuba probably had the shortest rehearsals he's ever had in his entire acting career so far

There were some scenes that were cut apparently

He wishes he could talk about them but he's not gonna get into it since he doesn't want to stream too late into the night on a weekday

… he says, but still talks about it lol

It seems he drew the short straw among whose character's scene to cut since they had to fit as much content as possible into that 3 hour run-time 😭

≫ Tensura:

It's been two and a half months so he doesn't remember it as much, he's been working on such different works and meeting so many different ppl since

Although it was the first time he and Miyashita Yuya co-starred, they got along the best

He really liked him and they had alot of drinks together

He thinks they had very similar personalities and ways of thinking, and that's why they got along so well - he clarifies that this is all one-sided though

I think he said seikaku (性格; personality) but someone in the chat wrote they thought he said seiyoku (性欲; sexual desires)???

"Wouldn't it be weird if we had the same sexual desires? I don't know about Yuya's sexual desires"

He's the type of senpai who he doesn't have to be so considerate of because they get along well even when they talk in an unofficial setting

The chat is gaslighting him into believing he actually said seiyoku

"How many times am I gonna say 'sexual desire'? This is gonna be in the archives so I gotta be careful. There's probably an army of people out there who are gonna take advantage of this" ww This man doesn't want to be caught in 4K 😂

His bunny ears keep being out of frame

It's been a long time since he saw Mahiro (he's doing Osomatsu on Stage rn)

Hiroki also wanted to be in Osomatsu but he was told it was impossible due to his age 😭

Su~su~su~su~sumairu~

Apparently the choreographer for the Tensura closing theme was the same one as the one in SekaNeko!

He thought it was gonna be difficult for Benimaru and Souei to fit the last dance part but it was alot of fun in the end

The make-up departments for Tensura/Suehiro/Furuba and their routines were all completely different; even if they all had the same base (his face), he thinks they were completely different

The wig and make-up artists all belong to the same team

He particularly liked the red tear drop for Benimaru's make-up 🩸 Maybe it should have been a bit more red though

The line was very fine and every day it looked a bit different

It was fun wearing hakama and wielding an ōdachi 🤗 He thinks having a sword is like having a friend ww

It wasn't difficult to wear the hakama - that is, if you learn the correct way to walk while wearing it

Benimaru's hakama is double layered after all and the haori (?) on top

The chat mentions how his sandals flew in one performance and the scabbard in another performance

It seems he ripped the hakama at two different occasions (as seen in senshūraku, but then also during the final battle scene with the Orc Disaster?)

He's grateful to Ogi Hana's performance 👏

omg apparently Hakurou's hair came off in one performance too?? He grabbed it mid-fight and let it hang off the sword as a charm

≫ Furuba:

Keeping the theme of mishaps, there was also the incident during Furuba where the juzu beads got scattered on stage (I'm assuming from Kyo's bracelet when Kazuma ripped it off in the beginning?)

Apparently they were torn two days in a row (thankfully no one tripped on them). Perhaps they acted as a substitute for protecting him 📿

Although Aya did trip backwards in the second to last performance (when he bumped into one of the ensemble members) 😭

There seems to have been a miss in communication because Hiroki didn't think he was gonna be there when he was

But he handled it like a gymnast doing a backflip

It was the first time he's ever bumped into someone so beautifully 😂

For a moment, everything went dark for him

"Black hole 👐"

He's back to saying he's gonna cut the stream - then proceeds not to cut the stream 🫠

He's thinking if he should play Duck Simulator for the gaming stream instead so he can keep talking rather than play

Someone in the chat says it's fine if he does a smartphone game instead but apparently he can't cut the mic if he's on smartphone and he doesn't want to in case he needs to burp lmao (what a gentleman)

So he can't even go to the bathroom if he's on his phone

(Sidenote but it looks like he's checking notes in front of him 🥺 he's so good for taking notes in preparation for the monthly livestream)

≫ Suehirogari:

Hiroki's mum's oshi is Hyuuga!! He doesn't remember if she said it specifically but he thinks she said something about a small girly looking boy with a bob haircut (it wasn't Matsui lol) It revealed a side of his mum even he himself didn't know about 🤭

He's on good terms with Nagata Kouhei, they go have food sometimes

Hiroki mama sent him an update on LINE the other day when Kishou Hongi was on TV!

"No one came to the birthday event after watching that, right? Then you wouldn't have slept"

He's surprised with the amount of Chaba in the chat who watched it at the time - he wants us to go to bed

Then again, he gets that it makes you excited when its shown on TV, it's the 8th anniversary after all

It was shown on Nittele Plus which he's been broadcasted on before back in the day (Ikemen bijo to sugosu yoru in 2014? He was so baby in that one.. Then again, Resistance Eleven was also broadcasted on CS Nittele)

≫ Goods update, poor time management etc:

He's got honey dripped on his fingers so now he's all sticky 🍯 He sniff

Happy Birthday to everyone born in October 🎉

He's had quite a few people at events telling him that they share the same birth month

He's happy to be with everyone in October so there's no doubt that it's gonna be a wonderful year

Then there's alot of fun events coming up in November and December 🤫

"'That's adequate www' That's the type of channel this is"

He thinks it's good to do things leisurely instead of just showing the good parts like many other channels, so even though some ppl might not like it, this is the kind of channel he wants to have

"There's no point in showing just the good parts. I'm open to showing both the good and bad parts. If you'd ask me, I think channels that only show the good parts are boring"

He's more attracted/trustful of ppl who are more likely to say things that other ppl wouldn't

Ah, photobook - necklace - meerkat (iykyk)

Glico is not part of his branding lol

He feels like he's a fraud for just coming up with repeated excuses; i) the photobook has been postponed, ii) he's sad to report that the meerkat probably won't be made into merchandise, and iii) the timing hasn't been right for the necklace and he doesn't want to make it unless it's in December or March (Christmas or White Day)

He's very particular about it 🥺 That's why it's been two years in the making

There were lots of different reasons for him to quit his former agency but he tried to make these happen back then already

He's not trying to badmouth his former agency, it's just that when an environment changes, you have to start from scratch again

After all, he was reunited with the Beethoven duo for the first time during his Osaka bday event the other day and they were able to create good memories together

He apologizes that he's not good at making people laugh when he's livestreaming (not true)

He thinks his ordinary self is really not that interesting or funny

Again, he's bringing up how bad he is with keeping a time schedule 😂 Throwing everyone from Okayama under the bus again lol

At this point, the second part of the stream is only gonna be 8 minutes 🤣

Lenient Hiroki but only when it's concerning friends and those he's close with, he wouldn't be causing the same troubles when it's in a work-setting

Guess he used to be an unbelievable student lmao

If he said to meet up with his Okayama friends in the early afternoon, they'd eventually meet in the evening

"Time moved so slowly when we were kids. Time may be finite, but back then, I lived my life thinking that it was infinite"

Naturally, all this only goes for the people who you used to see every day, never for the ones who you see occasionally or if they've travelled a long way to see you - if that's the case, he'll be on time for sure

≫≫ 2nd half of the stream:

In the last Nakacha, he told us that Akashi and Chougi shared the same make-up artist, but there's one more!

Apparently there's one costumer for every two Touken danshi

He shared costumer with Hizen this time

Ryouga and Kouhei live in their own little world and he thinks they're very cute

Let's do a second kanpai now that the stream is cut 🍻

He's wearing his rainbow striped Adidas pants tonight 🌈

This month's second beer: Premium Malt's Kaoru Ale Limited Design 500ml 🍺

The second one tasted completely different from the first one! He's surprised to see PreMalt's having such different tastes even though it's the same brand

The chat points out it's better to wipe it before opening

He's embarrassed his stomach is making noises since he hasn't had dinner yet 🥺

He had sandwiches and some good sushi in Osaka

It wasn't that there were no bentos for the bday event, just that there was one missing. He thought the staff were just messing with him at the time and that's why it came to mind when he did the weird corner in the second part of the Tokyo event

Since he didn't know the reason for it, he couldn't help but feeling out of place

Another tummy rumble

He didn't notice that they had spelled his name wrong on the screen (博喜 became 博貴)

He's still thankful for everyone who participated in such a short amount of time

Also, he's reached the age now that even if he realises he's being made fun of, he doesn't think too much of it

≫ English corner:

"Rose is sexy flower!"

He didn't know that bara was rose 😭

His English vocabulary is limited in the first place so the words he come up with on the spot are unexpected

This time it was very difficult for him, he thought he was gonna lose his mind halfway through

His English is limited but he still believes that he manages to get his point across if he ever was to go abroad (oh sweetie)

Someone in the chat mentions how he's even appeared in UtaPri yet he never remembers the word

He's gonna remember it from now on, if only the word is gonna come up in the future (we've heard small King for so many events lately so I'm pretty sure it's gonna appear again 😂)

The most frequent words have probably been ouji (prince) and aru hi (one day)

He doesn't know exactly what pit in is but he thinks it's along the lines of got there/getting there/going there (he doesn't think he should look into it, then it'd be meaningless)

He knows old is furui but not mukashi mukashi (once upon a time/a long time ago)

He's learned pit in from Formula 1.. but in the next breath he says he's never watched F1

Shoutout to Toyoko Inn

He's saying "nanananana" (catchfrase by Jp comedian Joyman) then says he mimicked him one time at rehearsals (which rehearsal? we'll never know) even though he wasn't even trying to do an impression but it received lots of laughter

"It's a battle between actors, when the unreasonable request of doing something on the spot comes up"

≫ Furuba:

He wanted to talk about Tori-san, then he keeps on saying -san -san -san

The chat mentions unrelated words also ending in -san like Ohta Isan, sekaiisan, Ryukakusan

Someone asks where he heard of Shukipi (song by idol group =LOVE) which he referenced as part of the adlib aikotoba when entering Ayame's shop (10.14 matinée performance); it was not intended to be part of the play since it's not in the source material, he was just joking around during rehearsals

It seems he had gotten the OK for from the producers beforehand to reference the title of the song

He's unsure if he did the correct lyrics tho

Apparently Sashihara Rino (producer of =LOVE, previous member of AKB48) came to see the play that day! (Souma Isuzu's actress Nogiuchi Iori is part of =LOVE. Additionally, Honda Tooru's actress Yoshida Ayano Christie is also part of Nogizaka46 which is the official rival group of AKB48 🫢)

Someone asks him how long it took to make the Aya doll but first, as for the "Yuki-chan who loves his brother 100%" cardboard standee, he drew it all by himself after everyone had left the performance hall for the day

He stuck around until closing hour

Since he had about an hour off-stage for each day's performance, he had alot of thinking time

Then the cardboard standee was destroyed in an instant lol

He thought it would've been nice if it had been destroyed by Yuki himself but Kyo is Kyo after all

"The cardboard was then thrown apart without further discussion"

He was shocked since the cardboard was actually pretty hard

He went to Tokyu Hands by himself to buy the cardboard specifically, then he hired a car to have it delivered (!!) because there was no way he was bringing 180cm cardboard on the train or in a taxi - and he paid it all by himself

It wasn't Aya who fell to his knees on stage, it was all Hiroki 😂

They would pay it if he asked them to, but he did it because he wanted to

He thinks it'd be uncool to have the others pay for every single thing

It might have been better if he spent his money on other props since it was finished off with a single blow, but as long as that moment leaves a lasting impression on alot of people, he thinks it's worth the time and money spent

"Its value is not in the time it takes, but in how much it remains in people's hearts"

The chat points out how he still wanted those 4000¥ at the event 🤣

He laughs over the fact that they had all said there was no way they'd be able to break it beforehand, but then it went just like that lol

Kyo just went for a full power lariat punch

But that's one of the things he likes about Shouhei, he goes all in

He kept forgetting to have the ensemble get off-stage before the others came back

He also went to Nitori and bought a pillow made of bird feathers and a body pillow?? He didn't get to use the body pillow this time tho

He didn't want to tell the shop staff he wasn't planning on using the pillows for their intended purpose when he asked for as cheap as possible

He's been questioning himself alot for a long time; "what am I doing?"

As for the scene where he held the kabutomushi (Japanese rhinoceros beetle), he doesn't even remember how it came to be

It had only been a few days since they had gotten to the rehearsals (they hadn't even gone through the rehearsals or practiced yet) and on the second day, they were already in costume

He's never done anything in that condition before

They gave him free rein to do pretty much whatever he wanted

He's not sure why he came out with the beetle in that really moving scene but it received lots of laughter during rehearsals

Hiroki himself barely even realizes that he held a beetle, he just wanted to convey that specific line

It was actually a stag beetle apparently - it might have been because Tooru called it a stag beetle in another scene. Maybe Ayame had picked it up first then let it escape

Needless to say, none of this was in the script lol

At one of the performances, there was a man in the audience who did a snorting laugh so Hiroki almost lost his composure

(Note: snort laughing is butappana (ぶたっぱな/豚鼻) which uses the characters for 'pig' and 'nose')

The spotlight had only just hit him but he hadn't said any lines yet

He was happy to receive that response even though it wasn't the right timing

"If I'd laughed in that scene, I wouldn't be a professional anymore"

In that sense, they're really making the performances together with the audience, it's different every time

≫ Tensura and Suehiro:

He mentions snort laughing senpais like Shunri and Yuya - and Yuya truly is a pig nose ww

At the very end in Tensura when Geld begs for forgiveness from the Ogre clan, apparently Yuya found it very funny that his pig nose was basically pressed into the ground 🐽

He seemed to have been struggling quite alot with that nose (not to mention they had to get rid of the tusks before the performances had even begun)

B*z*n and Ts*r*m*r* had the same make-up artist for Suehirogari 🤫

Unless their make-up sessions didn't fall within the same timeslots, he doesn't know who had their make-up done together with who

Someone asks "what about Michu-niki?" and he thinks they meant Murata Mitsu since they said -niki (from aniki; older brother) but they actually meant Hayashi Mitsuaki (Onimaru's actor)

He's not sure if he should say this but he can't help but think Mitsuaki looks like Menjo Kentaro (!!)

He thinks they're both wild, old-fashioned, a bit clumsy, close in age (Mitsu is born in 1990/10 and Menjo is 1990/11), and have similar face structure

He's unsure if he should say things like these but since he's not saying anything bad, moreover he thinks it's positive, it doesn't have to be a secret - everyone go tweet it 👌

He hasn't seen Menjo in a while and he misses him 🥺

He burp

The burping powder from the Osaka event was actually quite tasty (iirc it tasted of apple?)

≫ Bday event and Chaba:

He's thankful for all the gifts he received at the bday event 🎁 The ones from Osaka have yet to arrive though

He's gonna open them all later, not on livestream though

He's got a cardboard box of gifts and letters on the other side of the room

"I wonder if it's okay to be this happy? 'Show us the cardboard box' - I can't just do that, can I? I can't show every single person. To me, everyone is equally important, and I don't want to show it to anyone else. Please let me enjoy it on my own"

Someone asks if he actually read the letters and he responds, "you don't think I read them? That hurts" 💔

He does remember Ochappachans' faces

If he's completely super honest though, he does not remember names. If one's icon and face matches though, he'll remember

He would like more of us Chaba to have our faces as icons

He might remember if for example, you say your name and show your icon while taking cheki together

He might remember some by their no-face icons though but not all - he will not tell lies

Naturally, he will not remember the faces of first-time event visitors

"For newcomers, it may not be very pleasant words to hear, but the ones who have been supporting me for a long time often tell me how many years they have been with me. And that makes me happy, and of course I'll remember it. In the end, those newcomers are going to be the same way in a few years. So I'm hoping that as that happens, there will be more and more of that, more and more albums in my head, and I'm hoping that we'll get to that point"

He's sorry he's really bad with names but he's trying his best

From his point of view, it makes him happier if someone remembers his face rather than name

"It's not a competition, and it doesn't mean anyone's inferior. You are all important people to me. There is no difference. There is no difference, but the fact that they have been supporting me for a long time is just a fact. That's still a wonderful thing and it makes me happy. I'd be very happy if you said you've been with me for 10 years. But that's not to say I'm not happy with the ones who have been with me for less than a year. So if someone says 10 years, 8 years, 7 years, 6 years, I'd say, "wow, that's a long time." Let's all have that conversation. It's fine isn't it, let's grow old together. No?"

Then again, it's not about the length of time but rather the depth of that time spent

Even though he hasn't been able to see us for three years, he was happy to see people coming again for the first time in three years

It's not about what appeals to him specifically, he's just happy about that fact

He then acknowledges the Chaba who come from overseas since there were quite a few at the event this time

"I understand that it is not a matter of distance, but how hard, precious, and how much energy it takes to go to see someone"

That's one of the reason why taking cheki together is such an important time to him because we get to spend time close to each other

"I think it's fine for everyone to have their own way of looking at it, but for me, that is the most direct moment for me because it's the moment when I feel the most about how much you feel for me to come to see me"

His heart is grinning but he apologizes for his tired facial expressions

"To begin with, I don't smile very often. I'm not a person who smiles, so my facial expressions aren't trained. But when I do smile, I smile. My heart is always smiling"

Someone in the chat mentions how they have still never had any physical contact with him (due to remaining COVID restrictions) and he responds, "aren't our hearts always touching?"

For his next event, he'd like to be able to have physical contact

For the Osaka evening cheki, he had assigned one of the poses as "good heart" (search for グッドハートポーズ) where one does half a heart and the other gives a thumbs up (kind of like a rejection), but because there was a confusion of who would do which pose, it pretty much just ended up like a full heart most of the time 🫶

Many of the Chaba thought they weren't allowed to touch the partition screen or they were too embarrassed to touch it

He wanted to break down the partition screen

Everyone were touching all over with the handcuffs tho

"The handcuffs were great. I liked the handcuffs, personally I liked them alot. It felt like we were connected. The other [poses] were also good, but I thought the handcuffs were really good"

He'd like to clarify (once again) that he is not a masochist 😂

He snort laughs and apologizes to both Yuya and that person in the audience 🐽

He will not be holding a hugging event because "hugging is not such a simple thing" - and neither is him becoming a lap pillow

He thinks doing pinky promises for next time should be okay

Someone asks if he would do a hug if they offered more money (than the regular cheki which tends to be 3000¥) but he says it's not about money but rather what you can and can't do since COVID is still quite prevalent and the flu is going around at this time

Since he had to avoid cancelling the events at all costs, that's also why he was able to let go a bit on the restrictions in Osaka since he doesn't have anything else planned afterwards

Instead of handcuffs, he had everyone holding the balloon in Tokyo (he held "3" and Chaba held "6")

It was the first time he had balloons as props 🎈

Now he's gonna wrap up the livestream, go to the bathroom, then set up the gaming stream

"'Hey hey, is it ok if I fall in love with you?' On the contrary, have you not fallen in love with me at this point? Ouch"

He calls himself the husband of 700 people again (except only 600 were live atm)

He's got serious trauma from the scorpion 🦂 He's glad he didn't have to eat it in the end

Majima = Broccoli 🥦

It's been a while since he did a gaming stream so he's sorry it's probably only going to be Duck Simulator tonight. He's gonna have to talk with the staff at OpenRec to figure out how to stream the other things he downloaded but wasn't able to play

He tried looking it up on his own but he found no solution online

His bunny ears keep being out of frame so he just looks like someone who's wearing some kind of weird piece of string

This month's roll call was just an ordinary one 👋 Shoutout to Mayumi

Lastly, he called out Chaba so he called everyone 🍵

He won't tweet when the gaming stream starts so he's relying on all of us to spread the word instead lol

Chaba is his only manager 🙌 But he thinks we're all a bit strict so we should all go to Okayama and chill

≫ OpenRec's Discord:

He hasn't checked his Discord these last couple of days so he might have been logged out (since it's connected to his OpenRec account, which is consequently also the company's account), apparently it takes quite some time to log in

He assures us there are benefits of being subscribed to Gold Membership

He thinks his Discord has been quite lonely recently

He sees everything Chaba write on Discord, even though he doesn't comment often. Of course he checks Twitter too, but Discord is the only platform where he has unrestricted access to a Chaba-only timeline

As for letters (via OpenRec), he's the only one who sees them (but he doesn't think it's good because he doesn't want to make money from it and it costs alot of money to send)

Basically, he doesn't check his Twitter DMs. If he turned on his Twitter DMs, there would be no point in using Discord and he thinks it would be rude for the people who are sending him messages there

If he stops Discord, he'll have to stop doing OpenRec

Since he's not with an agency anymore, he hasn't been receiving many fan letters recently (he looks so sad and lonely as he says this 🥺)

He clarifies that he does indeed read his fan letters!

He will not tell his account number

He wants us to take a screenshot and tweet it alongside the gaming livestream notification

He's not that drunk rn; he's got work and he's grown - not like before when he was in a disarray during COVID

Last year was a bit difficult too (not that it had anything to do with being drunk)

He was so drunk he doesn't even remember that particular livestream

He won't do InstaLive or YouTube either

He thinks it's incredible you can now charge money on Twitter, he has no idea how the monetization works though

He apologizes for his bad time management (again) 😅

"Once again, I'd like to thank you all for coming to Tensura, Suehirogari, Furuba and then birthday event for these past two and a half months. I'm sure I've pushed you too hard by including all of this [in this amount of time]. I honestly have a mixture of feeling sorry for making you work so hard and grateful for having you come to see me. From hereon, I probably won't have any press conferences/meetings next month or the month after that, I don't know if there will be any, and even if there is, it might not be, or even if there is, it hasn't been decided. Now that COVID is over, there are instances where the stage will be decided a month or two in advance. For example, I may have received an offer in January, or I may have received an offer in December, but I've probably been saying this for a long time now that it doesn't necessarily mean anything will come out of it. It might be very difficult to balance the times when we can't see each other and when I won't appear [on stage], but I still want us to see that scenery together. I don't want us to view a scenery that I don't want to see. I want us to always be able to see the same scenery - but I might have to make you wait a little while. It's okay if you have an affair, that's totally fine. If it gives you energy, then that's fine. That's fine. It's my fault for not being able to take you on a trip that shows you a much better scenery. Don't worry about it, it's okay - I'm saying that, but it's actually pretty hard for me (laughs)"

Next year may still be far off but he still has some ideas about it

He's not in works as frequently as he used to be but it all comes down to how important each piece is to him personally

While there may be times that we get to see him frequently, rather than having a fixed number of times we get to see him, it depends on how we spend that short amount time together and he likes to think of how to get the most out of that time

Even if he can't meet us, he's still going to continue to send out messages

If he gets 200 comments on Twitter, he will host a Christmas party on the 25th (he just chose a number at random)

He's been getting less replies on Twitter recently

He might try to do a brief dinner show, although he doesn't have the motivation for it. Since he's not with a management anymore, he probably won't be able to do it

Someone apologizes in the chat for slacking off by not replying but he says there's no need to, we all do whatever in our own time

A Christmas party would mean getting rid of this year's Fuyu no Jin

"'If it's a livestream, it's fine' - see, it's already gonna be difficult for everyone! I thought that was definitely gonna be the case so I better stop. This conversation never happened"

He hasn't made any plans for this year's Fuyu no Jin so he's been thinking of not doing it

Even so, he wants to make time to spend with everybody, even if it's a short while

It doesn't have to be necessarily limited to theatrical performances

Christmas is tough with money already so he doesn't want to push us too hard

He'd like to do the dinner show but it's probably gonna be expensive since it won't include all the food and alcohol costs

He's imagining a dinner show like Mikawa Ken'ichi's

He apologizes for being a Libra and not a Scorpio so he won't be singing Mikawa's song titled Sasoriza no on'na (Scorpio woman) ♏❌️♎

He's not gonna make us pay 30 000¥ - but then again that might include food and all-you-can-drink

He thinks maybe it's so expensive because you can't invite that many people

Someone says he could cut a cabbage into strips and they'd be fine with it

"We could all share a heaping amount of shredded cabbage made by Nakada Hiroki www"

Hope is talking in her sleep! 🐶💕

His bladder is at its limit rn so he's gonna finish the stream lol

Screenshot time!

#this month's notes ended up being 14 pages lmao #thanks to the ones who kept on waiting for it #u the real mvp #nakada hiroki #nakacha no ma #translation #my post

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hiii 🥹

lol i feel a little bad coming back after this long but omg it feels like i’ve lived ten years in just one month 🚬😞

so main event of last month my (now ex) gf cheated on me !! can you believe she tried to talk me into sharing custody of MY cat? that i ALONE rescued and i ALONE support? anyways, do NOT ignore the red flags you guys !! the good part was that i got really spoiled by my friends and they planned a lil fuck your ex trip lol

i NEED to read the spidey yeonjun fic, i’ve been so so excited about it since you first mentioned it !!! i wanted to read it earlier but i was so busy with school work wtf 😐 (as if it wasn’t the natural consequence of my procrastination lol.) asking in advance for mc’s and yeonjun’s charts pls and thank uuuu

but tell me, what have you written, what are you been writing omfg i feel like i’ve missed a lot !! feel free to tell me abt any ideas u have, i love hearing it hehe

also i saw i typed ASStrology lmfaooo. anyways, happy pride month !!!

astrology anon

HIIIII !!!! bae i literally missed u so bad… u were my first anon like we’re basically bonded together for life or something now. i get it tho trust me LOLL i can’t say i’ve exactly been on top of writing and answering asks and everything either 💔

FUCK CHEATERS!!!! glad u got out of the relationship as soon as that happened, cheaters don’t get second chances! the audacity in asking to share custody of the cat… absolutely not in fact the kitty hates her now goodbye!!! so excited for ur trip w the friends, very needed after a messy breakup tbh. live ur life, ur better off now!!

how is the kitty doing btw!!!? i remember when u first told me about her omgggg. this is like watching my nephew grow up. grow big and strong and healthy little guy 🙏

omg def come back to me after u read spideyjjun 😛 charts charts charts YES GODDD okay so mc would be a virgo sun, aquarius moon, libra mercury, virgo venus, gemini mars, and aries rising. i gave her an aries rising bc she has this sort of spunk to her that feels fitting for an aries placement (as well as her aquarius placement lol). she’s not afraid to be herself, even if some of her behaviors come off as unconventional, which is like trademark aries/aquarius behavior. an aries rising puts her aquarius moon in her 11th house, which is fitting bc she’s a party person and likes making friends. virgo sun and virgo venus speak to how helpful and practical she is!! she was so quick to help yeonjun when he came to her in the middle of the night, but also in the lab when they needed to control the growing mass. i also wanted to give her an earth sign sun bc of how much she enjoys nature hehe i thought it was fitting. i gave her a gemini mars bc she’s quick to jump in and think of ways to get stuff done. she doesn’t hold herself back—if she changes her mind about something, she just switches gears and does something new, which is also fitting for a gemini mars lol. the whole kai thing comes to mind for that, how she was so quick to drop kai and focus on yeonjun instead. she is soooo libra mercury to me… gemini mars and libra mercury perfectly sum up the way she approached the kai situation with yeonjun 😭 she didn’t tell yeonjun abt it in typical conflict-avoidant libra fashion, and then went scrambling and begging once he brought it up. libra mercury is also fitting bc she’s so sociable, she starts up conversations easily.

i’d say our spideyjjun is also a virgo sun lol, taurus moon, virgo mercury, leo venus, sagittarius mars, and cancer rising. definitely had to give yeonjun virgo energy to feed into that nerdy aura he’s got going on. with a cancer rising, his virgo placements are in the third house, putting an extra emphasis on communication, which is why he’s so hurt by the kai thing. also bc he has a taurus moon lol, which values security a lot, so learning that info from beomgyu made him feel really insecure. but that extra emphasis on communication is why it was so easy for yeonjun to be attracted to mc—she’s got all this confidence in her conversation skills, so talking to her felt so easy. he’s also def a virgo cause of how helpful he is—tutoring mc, saving the city, volunteering extra time at the lab. sagittarius mars shows more with his spidey side LOL there’s so much adventure in his life. he has so much fun swinging about the city in a way that feels so sagittarian… plus this placement would be in his 6th house, which means his daily routines are packed with adventure and aren’t ever quite the same. i gave him a leo venus bc he’s so loyal to mc LOL he’s liked her so much for so long, even before they started really talking. the leo charm shines through despite the awkwardness of his virgo placements lol. cancer rising felt fitting for him cause he comes off so subdued, not having a huge presence until you get to know him (which is very unlike real yeonjun… he’s prob the character i’ve written that’s the most unlike the real person lol, but i leaned into his more loser-ish side for this fic to stay true to him in some way).

omggg i’ve been writing my next fic which is a jennifer’s body au with taehyun 😛😛 sooo excited to finish it even tho it’s nowhere close to done yet LMAO i’ve been dying to write something a little darker after the last couple lighthearted fics. still planning on writing that android beomgyu au after too, the ideas i have for that one are so effing good… i have multiple drabbles that need to be finished up soon too. this month i’ll put up p7 of the gyu drabble, then i also wanna get up a subby camboy!soobin drabble teehee. i also started writing a taegyu threesome as my gift for this blog hitting 1k but i fear it’s gonna be so long. it’s literally all smut too like it’s just gonna be 7k of smut at this point. not that anyone here would complain abt that…. i know my audience…. my writing pace is starting to slow but i just blame that on recent life changes and summer lmfao

happy pride astro anon!!! live it up! i unfortunately missed the pride parade i was planning on going to… had to stay home and focus on my health sigh </3 i am doing wonders for my healthcare providers rn, they love a good medical mystery cause they get to run ten billion tests and charge me ten billion dollars for it. i’m good tho lmao it’s nothing crazy, delugyu is not kicking the bucket anytime soon

praying on ur ex’s downfall! and manifesting that everything goes UP for u and the kitty 🤞 i missed our chats bae, my blog finally feels complete again this is so poetic

#nina answers #astrology anon #excuse how this took 5 days to answer 😫#my bad bae… i need to go on tumblr more LOL

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