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daisynik7 · 11 months ago

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Rub You the Right Way

Pairing: Choso x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Word Count: ~4.1k

cw: female reader, 2nd-person POV, explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut – oral sex (cunnilingus, fellatio), hand job, face-riding, face-fucking, use and mention of sex toys, cum eating

Summary: You've always been cordial with your shy next-door neighbor Choso. One day, you receive the package you've been expecting, finding out a little too late that it isn't your package at all; it's his. What you find inside makes you wonder that maybe your sweet and quiet neighbor has wild side, one you’re curious to see for yourself.

Author’s Notes: First Choso fic! Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are not expected but always appreciated. Consider this my unofficial return from hiatus. Enjoy! Divider by the wonderful and super talented @/cafekitsune!

part 7 of to all the boys who live next door anthology series

The trek home from the office is especially grueling today. Your backpack is heavy with a clunky work laptop that’s been due for an upgrade along with a pile of documents that need to be reviewed ASAP. One hand carries the dinner you bought at the station while the other hoists a heavy bag of groceries you picked up during lunch, thinking it would be productive to get as much of your errands done today before hunkering down for the weekend to do a job that doesn’t pay you enough to work overtime.

You eventually arrive to your apartment complex, making one more necessary pit stop to the mail room. Inside, you recognize the distinct pink-hair of the boy standing in front of the lockers. He’s your next-door neighbor’s younger brother who visits from time-to-time. “Hi Yuji!” you beam at him.

He turns to face you, eyes crinkling happily as he smiles. “Hey! How’s it going?”

You drop your bags to open your own locker. “I’m alright. Got a busy weekend working. And you?”

He kneels down towards the boxes in front of him. “Same, except studying for exams.”

“Are you picking up your brother’s packages?” It’s a well-known fact by now that Choso isn’t fond of leaving his apartment or interacting with people in general. It doesn’t bother you though; he’s a great neighbor who barely makes a peep. Never has he ever rubbed you the wrong way, despite his reclusive nature. Sometimes, through his brother, he’ll give you an offering of cookies from the batch he baked that week. On the days you’re working overtime, he’ll send Yuji to check in on you, making sure you’re not too stressed or overexerted. And on the rare occasion that the two of you meet face-to-face, either entering or leaving the apartment at the same time, your heart skips just the tiniest beat at how his face softens when you greet him with a smile. From these tiny gestures alone, you’ve determined that Choso Kamo is a sweetheart. Quiet, but most importantly, a sweetheart.

Yuji slides the stack out from Choso’s locker, answering you. “Yup. I also had some stuff delivered here, so I figured I’d just grab everything.”

You stare at the small package in your own locker, evaluating how you’re going to carry it to your room in one trip. There’s no space in any of the bags and you’re almost convinced that you can balance it on top of your head as if you actually possess the proper skills to do so (you don’t). “Need help?” Yuji chuckles. Before you answer, he grabs it, placing it on top of a box similar in size on his stack.

“Thank you so much!”

As the elevator rides to the third floor, you continue to chat casually with Yuji. The two of you walk to your neighboring rooms and when he reaches for his keys, the stack topples over, the boxes now strewn across on the hallway floor. He blushes, collecting them hastily back into a neat pile. “I’m sorry, I hope there isn’t anything fragile in there.” He quickly slides you a box, avoiding your gaze to hide his embarrassment.

It's new office supplies you ordered for your workstation at home, so you hardly care even if there is a bit of damage done. “Don’t worry about it, it’s all good,” you assure him, using your foot to push it towards your front door. “Thank you for your help, Yuji. Tell your brother I say hi.”

“Will do. Have a good night.”

Finally home, you drop all your belongings, letting out a relieved sigh. One-by-one, you put everything away: the groceries in their appropriate places, your lukewarm dinner in the microwave, and all your work junk on the dining table, where you’ll be sat at for most of this weekend starting tomorrow. You save the package for later, planning to refill your supplies tonight so you don’t have to worry about it the next morning.

You soon find out that something even better is waiting for you inside.

~~~

Choso is sprawled on the couch, too lazy to cook dinner. He ordered delivery from Yuji’s favorite pizza joint a few blocks away, which should be arriving any minute now, according to his calculations. When he hears the door open, he sits up, watching his brother enter with a tower of boxes in his hands. “I don’t remember ordering that much stuff,” he grumbles, standing up to help him.

“Most of these are mine. I think only this one is yours.” Yuji passes him a small box, which Choso quickly grabs to toss into his room, hoping to avoiding any questions about it. Truth be told, the contents of that box is way too embarrassing to explain to his precious baby brother. Inside is the sex toy he recently purchased online. It’s essentially a silicone cock sleeve, open on both ends for simple clean-up, made entirely of pliable material for ease and comfort. To put it simply, it’s a fleshlight. A state-of-the-art, new and improved fleshlight, he would like to emphasize. He’s been looking forward to using it all week and once Yuji leaves tonight, he’s going to give it a proper test run until he’s a puddle in the sheets.

It’s been a while since Choso’s been intimate with someone other than himself. A few bad breakups and past betrayals have led him to distrust most people outside of his intimate circle. The unpredictable nature of people, strangers, is frightening to him, so it’s better to avoid them completely. He has the luxury of working a job that’s fully remote, and aside from his brothers and the few colleagues he is forced to converse with periodically, it’s easy for him to remain a recluse, and he’s perfectly content with that. As for his sexual needs, he’s managed to make it this far in this drought thanks to sex toys and pornography. And while he’s aware that it’s not the most glamorous lifestyle, it works for him.

“By the way, your neighbor says hi,” Yuji mentions, opening his packages one-by-one. “She came into the mailroom.”

Choso says your name in the form of a question to clarify, though he’s certain of the answer. The only other human contact he has outside his circle is with you, his next-door neighbor. He doesn’t leave the house much, but on the occasion he does, he always hopes it’s you he runs into. He often worries that one day, you’ll realize what a pathetic loner he is and stop showing him that gorgeous smile of yours. So far, that hasn’t happened yet, so he cherishes those tiny moments every chance he gets. Something about that smile, something about you, makes him feel good. Safe.

“Yup,” Yuji confirms. “She had her hands full, so I helped her carry a package.”

Before Choso can inquire any further, there’s a knock on the door, signaling the arrival of their pizza. After thanking the delivery man, the two gather at the dining table, ready to dig into their dinner. Choso listens intently as Yuji laments on his weekly occurring university woes with a mouth full of pepperoni and sausage. As much as he adores his younger brother, he’s eager for his departure so he can have alone time to break in his new toy.

At eleven, without a crumb left of the pizza and the recycling bin filled with flattened cardboard boxes, Yuji finally announces that he’s leaving. He stuffs his newly delivered items, which includes textbooks, notepads, and a bunch of miscellaneous items, in his bag. “I’ll see you next week, bro. Take care of yourself,” he says, squeezing his big brother into a warm embrace. There’s always the smallest hint of concern in his voice whenever he leaves like this. Does he worry about him? For living a life of seclusion, constantly in fear of the outside world? Sure, it may sound lonely. In fact, it is lonely. But it’s easier to stay safe in the comfort of his own home than risk being hurt from the unknown. It’s better this way…isn’t it?

Choso muses on his brother’s parting words in the silence of his apartment for much longer than he intends to. He decides that the best way to keep him from spiraling further is a distraction, and that means fucking himself silly into temporary bliss until he knocks out for the night. Hidden away in various drawers of his bedroom are a plethora of options to choose from: vibrators, masturbators, cock rings, even the sex doll tucked deep in his closet. Tonight, however, is all about his shiny new toy. Pristine and untouched for him to ruin as much as he wants. He picks it up from the floor, ripping the tape off quickly, too impatient to inspect the exterior for any potential damage. When a stapler drops, almost hitting his feet, he stares down at it, confused. Thinking it’s a weird bonus item the sex shop has sent him, he chuckles nervously, still searching. Each item he uncovers leaves him more and more baffled: a container of paper clips, a wad of sticky notes, bundles of red pens, another fucking stapler. Finally, he checks the shipping label ripped partially from his haste, whatever color remaining on his face draining completely.

This isn’t his. It’s yours.

Which means…

By the way, your neighbor says hi. She came into the mailroom.

She had her hands full, so I helped her carry a package.

Oh fuck.

~~~

It’s near midnight when you’re ready to turn in for the night. You almost forget about the box sitting idly on the floor by your shoes, exactly where you left it a few hours ago. With your computer all set up for work tomorrow, you think it’s best to organize your new supplies before you actually do forget. At your desk, you open the package with a pair of scissors, excited for the new staplers you bought, a standard one and a heavy duty one. It’s surprising how neatly it’s wrapped, covered in tissue paper like some sort of gift. After removing all the extra layers, you finally get to the reveal, which renders you speechless.

Nestled neatly amongst more delicate tissue paper, the translucent material almost luminous against the dim glow from the lamplight, is a sex toy. Call it what you want: a penis stroker, a male masturbator, a pocket pussy. There’s absolutely no doubt in your mind what is before you. A fucking fleshlight.

Besides the obvious appearance, the dead giveaway is the user manual included with it, displaying in big, bold print “The Cock Stroker 3000 – New and Improved!”. Lifting the box up to inspect the shipping label, you notice that it says Choso’s name, not yours. If you weren’t so stunned by this unexpected discovery, you’d be giggling at the absurdity of it all. Instead, you’re gawking at the lewd gadget, unsure what to do next.

“Fuck!”

An intense shout from the other side of the wall snaps you out of it. That’s the loudest you’ve ever heard your neighbor, and you can only assume that he has also just realized this unfortunate mix-up. There’s no way the two of you can pretend this isn’t happening. Besides, the last thing you want is for Choso to think you have a bad impression of him after this. Because you don’t, not one bit. It’s perfectly normal for people to have sex toys. In fact, it’s healthy. Even the thought of him using it on himself intrigues you. The hungry expression on his face, tongue lolling out of his mouth, those usually pale cheeks blushing a deep red. The obscene squelch of the wet silicone surrounding his engorged cock, leaking with precum. Closer and closer to the edge, ready to burst any second with your lips near the tip, ready to swallow his load…

You almost curse out loud yourself, ashamed for having such lewd thoughts about your sweet, innocent next-door neighbor. But maybe he’s not as innocent as you think.

Ultimately, you decide the best way to move forward from this is to nip it in the bud. With the opened package in your hands, you walk over to his front door, knocking three times. You hear a faint, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” from within, then hurried footsteps growing louder. Without removing the chain lock, he answers, peering at you through the narrow crack, not saying anything.

Nervous, you greet him with the best smile you can muster. “Hi Choso. I think there was a little mix-up.”

He clears his throat before mumbling a short, “Yeah.”

You glance away from him, staring at the floor, too embarrassed to meet his gaze for this next part. “I opened it without checking the label first. I’m so sorry.”

He shuts the door suddenly, startling you. There’s the distinct rattle of the chain being fiddled with and the door swings open fully, Choso towering over you, a serious expression on his face. He shows you a box, revealing all the office supplies you ordered earlier in the week. Without saying another word, you do the exchange, anticipating that this will be the end of it.

It surprises you when he apologizes quietly, focused on the small space separating you. “I’m sorry you had to see that.” He hides it behind his back, as if doing so will erase the image of it from your memory. “You must think I’m disgusting.”

You shake your head, ignoring the instinct to step closer and comfort him with a hug. The last thing you want to do is cross even more lines tonight. “I don’t, not even the slightest. It’s okay, Choso. This is totally normal and totally fine.”

“You don’t have to say that – ”

“But I mean it! I really do! There’s nothing wrong with it!” Desperate for him to believe you, you confess, “I have sex toys too, plenty of them!”

This time, he actually looks at you with a mixture of intrigue and skepticism. “You don’t have to lie for my sake.”

“I’m not lying!” you urge him.

He retreats inside his apartment, speaking once again through the crack. “I appreciate you trying to make this better, but I think it’s best that we never speak again. Goodnight.”

With that, he shuts the door, leaving you with a lump in your throat, devastated. In your frenzied attempt to fix this, you return to your room, searching your bedside drawer for your favorite vibrator. If words aren’t enough to convince him, then maybe actual proof will. Without taking a moment to reconsider the hole you’re digging yourself deeper and deeper into, you pound on his door, the sex toy clasped in your other hand.

When he answers, you shove it in his face, vindicated that you can prove your point with physical evidence. “See? I told you! I have toys too, so there’s nothing for you to be ashamed about.”

He squints at the vibrator squeezed in your fist as if inspecting it like a foreign object. “That’s it?”

You glare at him, offended by his response. “What do you mean?”

He tilts his head to examine it at another angle. “There’s only one button.”

“One button is all I need,” you argue, defensive about your favorite being criticized. “Sure, it’s small, but that’s what I like about it. It fits comfortably in my hand and with just a single push of the button, I can experience three different levels of intensity. What more do I need?!”

He smirks, amused at your rambling. “I just don’t see how something this simple can be useful, that’s all.” It’s the closest to a smile you’ve seen from him; it has your belly fluttering.

You hold back a laugh. “I bet it packs more of a punch than that Cock Sucker 2000 or whatever.”

“3000,” he corrects, grinning, causing your heart to race. “I haven’t tried it yet, but it’s the best on the market right now.” He hesitates, his next words coming out of his mouth slowly, testing the waters. “Maybe you can show me what your little toy can do. Prove me wrong.”

You never expected this from him, but that’s what makes this exciting. All you can think of in this moment is showing him just how wet you can get. “Fine,” you agree, stepping towards him. “But only if you show me what your little toy can do, too.”

~~~

Never in a million years did Choso predict that this would be the outcome of your bizarre mix-up. You, his next-door neighbor, on his bed, naked from the waist down. Your t-shirt riding up your stomach with your legs split apart, the cute vibrator you love so much pressed to your clit. He kneels in front of you, too transfixed at the erotic sight before him to give attention to the erection strained in his sweatpants.

“You’re next,” you say, glancing at his lap.

He nods, all the confidence he had just a few minutes ago when he initially proposed this idea thrown out the window. Now, he’s back to being his nervous self, afraid to be vulnerable with someone he barely knows.

You set the vibrator beside you, closing your legs. “Are you okay?”

He’s frozen, tempted to call the whole thing off. Go back to being neighbors and nothing more. Go back to being lonely Choso and pathetic Choso, who’s scared of everyone and everything and –

“Hey.” It’s only now he realizes that the two of you are face-to-face, foreheads pressed, noses touching. Your voice is gentle, your palms soft on his cheeks. You smile at him, full of warmth and compassion. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“It’s been a while since I’ve been with someone,” he admits. “I’m nervous.” A myriad of what-ifs play out in his head. What if he’s bad? What if you don’t like it? What if this ruins whatever sliver of hope the two of you have at being friends? At being anything more?

“We’ll go slow then,” you assure him, brushing your lips to his. That genuine smile of yours is enough to convince him that it’s worth the risk. That, and how fucking good it feels to have your mouth on his. He closes his eyes, leaning into the kiss, relishing the warmth of your breath. He finds himself gradually losing control of his inhibitions, his carnal instincts taking over, hungry for more of you. He slips his tongue inside, swirling around yours, kisses growing frantic and sloppy. You tug at the collar of his shirt, pulling him towards you. His heart pounds in his chest as he roams your body, fingers grazing your perked nipples from outside your top. You whisper his name, so luscious and sweet in your voice. He’d be lying if he said he’s never imagined it before. How you’d sound whimpering from his touch. How you’d feel between his massive hands. How you’d look with his cock filling you up to the brim.

He can’t stand it anymore. He’s aching, begging for release from the confines of his pants. Quickly, he removes them, freeing his throbbing erection. You gasp, marveling at the size of it. “Oh fuck, Choso. You’re so big.”

“Yeah?” he breathes out, fumbling for the Cock Sucker 3000 beside him. He slathers a generous amount of lube on his shaft and inside the toy. Foreheads pressed together once more, you both focus on his lap, watching it sink smoothly down his dick. The coldness of the lube and rubbery flexibility of the silicone surrounding him is familiar, though having someone spectate makes this all the more titillating.

“Fuck,” you swear, amazed at how it covers his entire length. You ogle at him as he starts slowly, eventually increasing to a steady pace. Your pussy flutters, incredibly aroused to see this man pumping his cock in front of you. For you.

“Do it with me.” His gaze flickers to the vibrator beside you. “You should feel good too.”

You spread your legs, displaying your cunt to him, already sopping wet with arousal. His eyes follow your every move as you tease the tip slowly up and down your pussy lips. Finding the right spot on your clit, you place your finger on the button of the toy, bracing yourself for what’s to come. As soon as you press it, the vibrations from level one alone are enough to send you wild. Knees shaking, feet flexing, moans pouring out of your open mouth. He continues to watch you, restraining his grunts as he strokes himself faster. Desperate for more, you click the button twice, increasing the vibrations to the max level. Within seconds, you’re coming, back arched and head thrown into the pillows behind you. Tossing the vibrator aside, you stare up at the ceiling, dizzy and disoriented from your ecstatic high, pussy shiny with your orgasm. Choso’s voice is so faint, you don’t understand him at first. You sit up to face him, waiting for him to repeat himself.

“Can you ride my face?” he asks meekly.

More than willing to accept his request, you nod in response, grinning. His expression relaxes and when you lean nearer to him, palm pressed flat on his chest, he even cracks a smile as he’s lies down on the bed, eager to have you like this. You straddle him, facing away from the headboard while his head rests at the foot of the bed. Carefully, you lower yourself until his mouth is pressed to your pussy. His tongue circles your clit slowly and he releases his grip from his toy to hold onto your ass, squeezing the soft flesh firmly. You don’t take your eyes off each other as you rub yourself across his face, his mouth open, swallowing every drop of you. When you reach your second orgasm, you’re practically bouncing on him as he smothers himself deeper, humming in satisfaction as he sucks hard on your clit, flicking it with his tongue.

You lift yourself off him, spent and completely wrecked. Still, you want to touch him, treat him as well as he treated you, make him come as hard as you did. You position yourself between his thighs, admiring the silicone sleeve hugging his dick. “Your turn.”

Sitting up on his elbows, he watches as you grab hold of the toy, stroking him with it. He moans, tongue hanging of his mouth, drool leaking from the corners of his lips, eyes half-lidded. His moans turn into whimpers when you start cradling his balls with your other hand, his body twitching from the sensation. The tip peeks out from the other end, a thick wad of precum collecting at the slit, so enticing that you’re salivating for a taste.

“Your mouth,” he stammers, barely able to speak.

“What?” you ask breathily, inching closer and closer.

“Want your mouth.” He swallows hard, voice trembling. “Please.”

Excited, you remove the toy from him, in awe at the way his fat cock flops heavily against his abdomen. You take him in your fist, loving how hot and throbbing he is in your grip. He’s coated in lube and precum, so slippery with your fingers wrapped around his girth. Unable to resist any longer, you bow your head, licking the pearl off the tip, savoring the taste. He shudders, letting out a loud, “Fuck!”

It’s so much better than a toy. The wet heat of your mouth surrounding him is better than any masturbator, fleshlight, pocket pussy, whatever silly contraption he uses to get by. The swirl of your tongue gliding along the shaft, the vibrations of your moans as you take him all the way to the back of your throat, the view of your pretty head bobbing up and down his lap. Nothing in his collection compares to this. This is real. You are real.

He fucks your throat, unable to resist bucking his hips against you, timing his thrusts to meet yours. It doesn’t take much longer for him to be pushed over the edge. You pull off for a brief moment to smile at him, pumping him fast. “Come for me, Choso. Come in my mouth.”

At this, he completely loses himself, muffling his incessant moans into his forearm, too shy to watch you guzzle down his entire load until he’s milked of every last drop. You scatter delicate kisses along the entire length of him, even down to his balls. Too sensitive now, he pats you gently on the head, making you look up at him, a warm smile on your face. He smiles back, caressing your cheek, thumb grazing your soft skin. You lie beside him, nuzzling into his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow to a steady, relaxed pace. He slides his arm around you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Thank you.”

This world is a terrifying place for Choso Kamo. But with you in his arms, he feels a bit braver. He’s safe with you.

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nikkento-writes · 7 months ago

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Rub You the Right Way - Part 1

Part 2 | Part 3

Pairing: Choso x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Word Count: ~4.1k

cw: female reader, 2nd-person POV, explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut – oral sex (cunnilingus, fellatio), hand job, face-riding, face-fucking, use and mention of sex toys, cum eating

Author’s Notes: This is a repost from my old account! It's the first Choso fic I've ever written and I enjoyed it so much that I wrote a Part 2 and a Part 3 (coming soon)! Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are not expected but always appreciated. Thanks for reading! Divider credit to @/fic-dumpster.

He turns to face you, eyes crinkling happily as he smiles. “Hey! How’s it going?”

You drop your bags to open your own locker. “I’m alright. Got a busy weekend working. And you?”

He kneels down towards the boxes in front of him. “Same, except studying for exams.”

Yuji slides the stack out from Choso’s locker, answering you. “Yup. I also had some stuff delivered here, so I figured I’d just grab everything.”

“Thank you so much!”

“Will do. Have a good night.”

You soon find out that something even better is waiting for you inside.

~~~

“By the way, your neighbor says hi,” Yuji mentions, opening his packages one-by-one. “She came into the mailroom.”

“Yup,” Yuji confirms. “She had her hands full, so I helped her carry a package.”

This isn’t his. It’s yours.

Which means…

By the way, your neighbor says hi. She came into the mailroom.

She had her hands full, so I helped her carry a package.

Oh fuck.

~~~

“Fuck!”

You almost curse out loud yourself, ashamed for having such lewd thoughts about your sweet, innocent next-door neighbor. But maybe he’s not as innocent as you think.

Nervous, you greet him with the best smile you can muster. “Hi Choso. I think there was a little mix-up.”

He clears his throat before mumbling a short, “Yeah.”

You glance away from him, staring at the floor, too embarrassed to meet his gaze for this next part. “I opened it without checking the label first. I’m so sorry.”

“You don’t have to say that – ”

“But I mean it! I really do! There’s nothing wrong with it!” Desperate for him to believe you, you confess, “I have sex toys too, plenty of them!”

This time, he actually looks at you with a mixture of intrigue and skepticism. “You don’t have to lie for my sake.”

“I’m not lying!” you urge him.

He retreats inside his apartment, speaking once again through the crack. “I appreciate you trying to make this better, but I think it’s best that we never speak again. Goodnight.”

When he answers, you shove it in his face, vindicated that you can prove your point with physical evidence. “See? I told you! I have toys too, so there’s nothing for you to be ashamed about.”

He squints at the vibrator squeezed in your fist as if inspecting it like a foreign object. “That’s it?”

You glare at him, offended by his response. “What do you mean?”

He tilts his head to examine it at another angle. “There’s only one button.”

He smirks, amused at your rambling. “I just don’t see how something this simple can be useful, that’s all.” It’s the closest to a smile you’ve seen from him; it has your belly fluttering.

You hold back a laugh. “I bet it packs more of a punch than that Cock Sucker 2000 or whatever.”

~~~

“You’re next,” you say, glancing at his lap.

You set the vibrator beside you, closing your legs. “Are you okay?”

He’s frozen, tempted to call the whole thing off. Go back to being neighbors and nothing more. Go back to being lonely Choso and pathetic Choso, who’s scared of everyone and everything and –

“Do it with me.” His gaze flickers to the vibrator beside you. “You should feel good too.”

“Can you ride my face?” he asks meekly.

“Your mouth,” he stammers, barely able to speak.

“What?” you ask breathily, inching closer and closer.

“Want your mouth.” He swallows hard, voice trembling. “Please.”

This world is a terrifying place for Choso Kamo. But with you in his arms, he feels a bit braver. He’s safe with you.

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rafescvntyclubgf · 2 months ago

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𝓻𝓪𝓯𝓮𝔂𝓼𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓼

𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝕊𝕚𝕩𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟: 𝔽𝕝𝕪𝕓𝕠𝕪

𝚃𝚘𝚙𝙶𝚞𝚗!𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚡 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚊!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

warnings: angst, pet names, swearing

📖 This is based on a prompt from bloodibambiidoll. Thank you for thinking of me, baby! TopGun!Rafe x Ballerina!Reader have been dating for years. Rafe is stationed across the country on the West Coast, and the reader has landed her dream role in the New York City Ballet, playing The Rose Queen in The Nutcracker on the East Coast. A running joke between the two is Rafe asking the reader if she’s ready to get married yet… that joke is starting not to feel like such a joke anymore. The reader isn't ready to give up her dream.

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Rafe’s POV:

I catch my reflection in the truck's rearview mirror as I pull into the base parking lot. My flight suit is still on from morning drills. Captain Rafe Cameron staring back at me in neat letters above my heart.

Split-second decisions in a fighter jet… Fuck it. That shit’s simple, but with her, I just can’t seem to get it right. I don’t even know if I’m brave enough to keep pushing the issue because the more I push, the farther she slips away.

I want her here with me… I don’t want to give her an ultimatum because I know that if I do, there’s a chance that she won’t choose me.

And I don’t blame her.

I didn’t get into the military because I loved it… I got into the military because I had to, and I started to love it along the way. She has always loved ballet.

I toss my keys to my desk, quickly pulling up my laptop for our nightly chat. She catches me while I’m making dinner; I see her while she snuggles up in bed.

Her smile brightens as she sees me on the screen, making my stomach flutter. "Hey, Captain," she breathes, her voice light and sweet. "How's my favorite flyboy?"

I rub my hands across my smile, feeling those thoughts that were plaguing me before fading away just seeing her pretty face. “Busy…” I hum. “Thinkin’ about you as always.”

She giggles and bites her lip, feeling that feeling too. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you too,” I assure.

“I miss you,” she pouts through a gentle smile.

I throw my gaze away, nodding as I take in her words. “Well, you know. We could make it easier if we wanted to,” I answer simply. I watch her features change, my tone colder than I intended, I am sure, but it was hard to push down how I was feeling. I swallow thickly, waiting for the repercussions of my words, but she rolls her eyes away and looks toward the door.

“Don’t start, Rafe,” she whispers weakly.

"I'm not startin’ anything," I mumble, but I know that's a lie. "I'm just sayin’ it wouldn't be so bad here. It's warm. It's quiet. There’s a ballet company here too-“

“Rafe,” she cuts me off, her voice sharper than I’ve ever heard before, making the hair on the back of my neck stand straight.

“M’sorry. I am sorry,” I respond quickly and submissively, hoping for grace as I anxiously run my fingers through my hair. "Forget it, please. I’m sorry, princess.”

The tension between us settles. She knows me… She knows It’s coming from a place of love, but her patience with me is wearing thinner by the day.

The New York City Ballet isn't just a job—it's her dream. The Nutcracker is a ballet she's danced a dozen times since she was a little girl, but here she is, getting to do it on one of the biggest stages in the world. And here I am, selfishly asking her to walk away from it all.

But then again, I have dreams too… I have orders, and unlike most men, I can’t just get up and walk away. I have dreams outside of this as well... And they’re all about her.

We never hang up on bad terms… but this conversation feels different. There’s a weight on my chest I just can’t lift.

The next couple of days pass by like a daze, a blur of drills and paperwork, but this aching feeling that I was going to lose her was tearing at my heart.

And then it happens, four days before Christmas…

"I don't see why you need to bring this up anymore, Rafe,” she snaps, her voice laced with tears, cracking on the other end of the line.

“Because I’m lonely, alright? I’m tired of being alone,” I yell back. “I’m tired of seeing you a few days every few months when you have the time. I want to be just as much a priority to you as you are to me. Do you know how embarrassing it is to talk about the future and you shoot me down each time? Don’t you understand how hard it is for me to keep askin’ you to marry me, and you treat it like a joke?”

“You’re not being serious when you say that, Rafe,” she scoffs.

“The first, second, and third time… I was serious, but yeah, I supposed after hintin’ at it for the hundredth fuckin’ time it feels like satire to you,” I sneer.

The other end of the line goes silent, and at that moment, I know I lost her. I shut my eyes tightly, feeling the tears roll down my cheeks, picturing her looking the same way.

"That's not fair, Rafe," she whimpers.

"I feel the same way.”

And then the line goes dead…

I told myself to give her space, but it was torture. I kept staring at my phone, pulling up her number, begging her to call me. She didn't… And I didn't, because I was too ashamed of what I said.

The guilt was crushing. I could still hear the damage in her voice, the sharp silence that followed my cruel words. I'd said she didn't care as much as I did, but that was a lie. Of course she fuckin’ cared. She taught me what that meant. I didn't know what it meant to be cared for. I wasn't strong enough. It wasn't her fault. It was mine.

I lay awake, staring at the darkness of my room— my mind, replaying memories of her laugh, her smile, the sweet names she called. I missed everything about her: her voice, her eyes, even the little huffs and sighs she'd give when I teased her too much. She was the best part of my day, whether she called right after her rehearsals or when I watched her drift to sleep.

I kept thinkin’ about all the times I’d joked about marrying her, the way she’d laugh and roll her eyes, saying, “Not yet, Rafe.” That “not yet” wasn’t just about me—it was about her, about the life she’d fought so hard to build. Just last week, she had called me, nearly bursting with excitement after the review in the New York Times praising her for her performance in the Rose Adagio. Raving about her strength and form in the series of promenades in attitude. Her joy had been infectious, and I couldn't stop smiling as I listened to her gush about upcoming shows. I couldn't help but brag about her the next day to my co-pilot like he gave a shit—like I knew more about ballet than what left her perfect lips.

I want to share my life with her outside of our jobs. I want to belong to her, be there for her when she gets home, and when she wakes up.

I need her.

The theatre is packed, not an empty seat in the house. I clutch a bouquet of roses in my hand as I make my way to the middle seats. I stare up at the stage, unbuttoning my white service dress, hoping to see a glimpse of her.

The house lights dim within moments— my split-second decision to fly across the country for the Christmas Eve show leaves me only minutes to get my feet under me.

The orchestra strikes its first note, making me straighten up in my seat. “The Minature Overture” into “The Decoration of the Christmas Tree”—I smile to myself as I recall the many nights she played the music for me, telling me the little intricacies they were having with that variation as she sat behind the computer scene. And then I heard it… “The Waltz of the Flowers,” her song.

Any troubles she told me about all those nights she was rubbing the pain out of her feet or bandaging her toes up after practicing on end were null. There was no falter. Sheer perfection— she always has been.

Her movements are smooth and polished, making tears rise in my eyes. It took me this long—it took a fight for me to come out here and see what I needed to. Each leap, turn, and gesture was a love letter to the one thing she was willing to risk it all for. Every step was met with precision and grace, making effort look completely effortless. It was the perfect combination of physical strength and softness.

A little girl leans into me, trying to get a better look at the stage as she looks through the crowd, clutching her Clara doll. I can't help but imagine my girl at that age doing the same thing. Looking up at the stage with those same wide-eyes, dreaming of herself dancing in their shoes when she grew up, and now look where she is… living it.

By the time the curtain falls, I’m not just in love with her… I’m in awe.

I step into the promenade, clutching the bouquet in my fist for dear life as the lobby fills with post-performance conversation.

I stand by where I was told she’d be… an autograph table—signing little silk ballet slipper ornaments, with a long line of little girls waiting for her to arrive.

"Rafe," she gasps, and I can hear the surprise and excitement in her voice.

"Hey, pretty girl," I drawl as I step forward. To my surprise, she buries herself in my arms, her muscles softening by the second. She breathes gently against my chest, her head pressed against my heart.

I bite my lips and look up to the ceiling, trying to keep the tears in my eyes before looking down at her again, pressing a kiss on her head.

“I didn’t think you’d come,” she says softly, and a wave of guilt rolls over me as I hear in her voice just how much that thought hurt her and how much she wanted me here.

She steps away, and I extend the roses toward her. "I wouldn’t miss this for the world, baby,” I whisper.

After we both stroll silently back to her apartment; the city lights glowing softly, making the falling snow look like glitter in the sky. She holds my hand tight, wrapping her other hand around my arm, tilting her head on me, and for the first time in days, I feel like I can take a full breath.

"Sweetheart,” I whisper, my voice weak and hoarse with emotion. She looks up at me, lips drawing to the side, already knowing what I’ll say, but she deserves to hear it. “I'm sorry," I say finally, speaking the words I should have said days ago.

“I’m sorry too,” she breathes, and I can hear the tears in her voice.

I stop and turn toward her, taking both her hands in mine. Leaning in, pressing my lips against her forehead, lingering while I listen to hear measured breaths and the city bustles around us.

“You’re amazing, you know that,” I hum.

She takes in my words, a gentle smile spreading on her lips. “Thank you, baby,” she whispers.

“I’m sorry I tried to take that away from you…”

“You’re alright… You just want us to be together, Rafe.”

"I do, baby— I do wanna be with you…”

I step a little closer, and she rests her head against me like before. My arms wrap around her waist and I know I made the right choice.

I've been thinkin’," I say. "In a few months, I’m getting my promotion… There are some jobs on the East Coast, but there’s this one ROTC spot at NYU that really caught my eye.”

“Really,” she asks weakly, not even holding her tears back anymore.

"Mhmm…” I hum. “I'm done askin’ you to give up your dreams, baby. If you wait a little longer, I'll come to you. Alright?”

She throws her arms around me, and I lift her off her feet, holding her close. “I love you, baby,” she whimpers, her voice muffled against my skin as her tears wet my neck—hitting the cold, winter wind.

“I love you too.”

"You haven't asked me today, Rafe," she says as she presses her chilly nose against my cheek.

“What, baby?” I laugh lightly, feeding off her joy.

“To marry you,” she whispers, and my heart flutters in my chest.

"Are you finally ready to say ‘yes’?" I whisper back.

“Yes… Of course, I am.”

I set her down on her feet and smile as I reach into my breast pocket, pulling out my mom’s ring. Her eyes widen on mine as she hides her smile with her wool mitten, those same tears sparkling on her waterline.

“Will you marry me, princess?”

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hresvelged · 6 days ago

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How pleasing it was to hear the offer seriously and so readily considered. The apparent readiness rang in the serious girl's mind. Determination in her eyes only further revelated itself with still posture and glistening leadership: "Oh? Excellent. I'll await when that time does come. The offer won't be rectified." Assurance.

Edelgard swiftly noticed the lull in conversation at the topic of his mother. She did not comment on it; not when she knew little else. Morgan spoke of using his own strength. Of creating a new path. The princess's gaze didn't soften nor furrow, only extended. "Perhaps it is strange, worded like that.. Even so, I'd believe there's significance in what you do recall." She wouldn't want words of comfort. Extended none more. "It doesn't bother you? It appears not, but if ever so, remove the thought."

An exaggerated pause. "Nothing can compare to what you will discover with our classmates. Not even the library, full of literature it may be." It was then that her arms crossed, words heightened to befit the house leader in awkward jest: "The Black Eagles are a talented group. Henceforth, I will follow up to ensure you are becoming closer with our peers. I expect you'll use this opportunity well."

When the topic switched to her, Edelgard pressed her thumb into her palm. "No matter how many choices I may or may not have, I'm much too busy for romance now." There were always those crystallized words— Inquiring on her father, eyeing the throne nestled behind in hopes of granting land and power. The emperor already had his power snatched, and yet, they crave more. "I can't ignore the possibility of doing so for political purposes, either."

She looked up, then forward. "Respite, even during difficult times, is a necessity. I stand here for similar reasons as you."

✶ — › 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄 ‹ — ✶

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#( thread: hidden language )#toacupidobash2025 #grimatruth #// edelgard's talent is talking a lot with people whether or not she just met them asFSFHL #// i think this was neat i hope they chat at the dinner

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danikamariewrites · 24 days ago

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Hey! Would you be willing to write a fic or head cannon on how Ruhn would react to being mated to someone who is the complete opposite of him? Like maybe she is introverted and enjoys reading on the weekends instead of partying or something? If not that's okay! Hope you have a great day!

Opposites Attract

Ruhn x reader

Notes: I am 100% the opposite of Ruhn and will always be the friend that picks staying home over going out. Books over bars am i right guys

Warnings: none

The two of you met by chance. You hadn’t been paying attention while walking to work and bumped into Ruhn

He caught you when you tripped over your feet and then you apologized a million times. The moment your eyes locked the bond was instant. “I thought it was a myth.” Ruhn whispered. From there you took things slow even though the two of you fell hard for each other

You liked hanging out at your place better than Ruhn’s

It’s not that you didn’t like the frat house, you were just more comfortable in your own space

You liked staying home anyway. Everything you need is there

Ruhn didn’t mind staying at your place. He would cook you dinner, cuddle and watch movies without interruption

As your relationship progressed Ruhn was happy he could feel your comfort and happiness down the bond

It wasn’t like people didn’t know about you. You hadn’t been on double dates with Hunt and Bryce. Been to dinner with his friends and all that

But there was a part of Ruhn that felt like he was disappointing you

“Are you sure you don’t want to go out tonight?” Ruhn asked while you cuddled on your couch. “Yeah,” your eyes never leaving the TV. “If you want to go out please, don’t let me stop you.” Tilting your head back you smile at your mate

Ruhn turned off the TV, sitting up to face you. “Y/n be honest with me. Do you not like being with me?” The sadness in his voice broke your heart. Cupping his cheeks you shake your head. “Not at all baby, no. Ruhn how could you think that?” Ruhn lets out a shaky breath. “You never want to go out. And we never go to my place, why?” You hug him tight. “It has never been because of you. I just get anxious in new spaces and I don’t like partying. I’d much rather be here with you.”

After that conversation Ruhn became more understanding with you liking your space

Ruhn is a tad bit clingy but you love it

He’s always torn between going out and staying with you. How could he possible leave his beautiful mate at home?!

While he goes out you like your alone time. You chat with your friends, read, or watch TV

The first time Ruhn came home from a boys night he stumbled into your house very, very drunk

It was kinda cute because he was so happy to see you

“My love! My mate, the light of my life, I missed you!” He flops on the bed next to you, staring at you with big eyes. “My friends aren’t as fun as you,” he whispered, making you giggle. Ruhn pulls you to his chest letting out a hum. “I feel much better now. My heart hurt without you.”

You started going more places with Ruhn, trying to get comfortable with the attention that came with being the crown prince’s mate

When you didn’t like a place Ruhn was very understanding about it

You weren’t a huge fan of bars or anything like that. It’s not that you didn’t see the appeal, it just isn’t for you

You eventually grew to being comfortable at Ruhn’s place, even staying the night

Staying for parties at the frat house was also something you grew to be comfortable with. Especially when Ruhn made it clear that his bedroom was your room too

He absolutely did not give 2 shits about how clean his room was until he met you

The first time you came over to spend the night at his place Ruhn was running around like a mad man to make it look like grown-ups lived here

Ruhn was def shoving all loose items in his closet (the only neat thing being his made bed) until Dec came to check on him

“Heyyy buddy, you good?” “NO! PLEASE help me, i have too much shit.”

Whenever you’re feeling tired or just done with the party you always sneak away to Ruhn’s room

He’s never far behind you

You get about 10 min of alone time before Ruhn comes in ready to cuddle

When he comes up drunk he’s adorable

“Bbaayyyybbyyyyyy, i missed you.” He flops on the bed, pulling his clothes off and snuggles into you before falling asleep

You def read while holding him

Drunk Ruhn can fall asleep with the lights on for sure

When he comes up not drunk he just dotes on you

If the music and crowd were too much he’s very gentle with you, rubbing your back and pressing kisses to your forehead while whispering sweet nothings

#crescent city #crescent city fanfiction #crescent city x reader #crescent city headcanon #ruhn fluff #ruhn crescent city #crescent city ruhn #prince ruhn #ruhn headcanon #ruhn danaan x reader #ruhn x reader #ruhn x you #ruhn danaan #ruhn danaan x you #prince ruhn danaan

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shyamanuensis · 3 months ago

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Tease - Sebastian Sallow

If there was a single word or phrase to sum up and describe Leander Prewett – it would be stable. His personality and demeanour were an ever so far contradiction to the kind of boys you were usually attracted to. Stubborn, boisterous, problematic – Leander was not. That was one of the reasons you’d initially agreed to date him. You weren’t sure that you were in love with him; nor that he was ‘the one’, but after heartbreak and headaches it seemed he was the fix that you needed. He was stable. You appreciated this more than anyone would know.

Unfortunately, however – it had been several days since you had last seen him. Avoiding him like the plague. A few drinks last week after a quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin and you had found yourself in hot water. Knee deep in troubles which seemed to follow you like a lost puppy searching for home. Sebastian was, and always had been, a complete thorn at your side. When you were together; it was a constant battle between being civilised and sweet versus being at each other’s throats twenty-four seven unless you were tangled up in bliss together between the sheets. He was volatile, stubborn and mischievous. He drove you absolutely insane however was an indispensable addiction that you had written out to you like a drug with repeat scripts.

What happened – shouldn’t have. There was no denying it on your behalf. Bumping into the Slytherin seeker hadn’t been intentional on your behalf however when your song came on, you couldn’t help but wonder if this was simply a sign from the world. He had kindly offered to grab you another drink. Whiskey – shot – neat – the burn running down the back of your throat as painful as the way your heart ricocheted inside your chest. And it wouldn’t stop there. No; he knew you too well. You knew yourself too well. A charming smirk, a whispered compliment, hands softly brushing at your waist and you subconsciously gave in. Whether you wanted to or not; the broom cupboard down the hall from the Great Hall was where you usually wound up. His kisses like coffee – a comfort. Your knees on the floor where they felt most comfortable.

You were on your way to advanced defence against the dark arts when Leander ran into you. You had kept your head down; eyes to the ground, trying to keep yourself as small and discreet as possible. It was his laughter that you heard first. Followed by your name which bluntly cut through you. Stopping mid-step as he reached out and grabbed your wrist, you forced out a small smile.

“You alright? Haven’t seen you in a while. Thought something terrible had gone on until Poppy mentioned you’d been in bed feeling unwell.”

Making a mental note to thank your friend for covering you when you needed it; you played along – a hand rubbing at your stomach to exaggerate the story along.

“Yeah; think it was something I ate”, you lied straight through your teeth, “I’m on the mend though now – so, you should be seeing a lot more of me.”

Conversation cut short by the sounds of Professors eagerly ushering students off to class; you pushed yourself up onto your toes to peck Leander a small soft kiss at his lips and whispered that you’d find him tonight during dinner for a catch up about everything over the last few days that you’d missed. He returned the affection, eyes warm, mood buzzing. You’d have begun to feel the same had you not spotted Sebastian resting up against the wall outside of the dark arts classroom shooting a wink your way. He was chatting with Ominis – clearly a decoy, not a distraction to be in full view, present and available as from Leander you broke away.

Slipping quickly up stream through the busy body of students rushing off to classes commencing, you stumbled in and took a seat in the corner furthest from Professor Hecat’s desk and settled in, hoping to keep to yourself for the next forty-five minutes.

“Mind if I join you?”

Voice as venomous as a serpent and just as deadly; you had little time to respond to the question as Sebastian took the spare seat beside you. Quiet, poised – he hadn’t looked at you yet. Ankles crossing and body stiffening; you straightened your posture and shuffled closer to the desk. From the corner of your eye, you watched a sly smirk paint across his lips.

“I’ve missed you.” “Mmhmhmm...”

You brought nothing further than an inaudible murmur as a response and focused on the parchment which had been placed in front of you. Professor Hecat had announced while walking around that the focus of this class would be on the protective spell – salvio hexia. Your first thought – cast it onto yourself. Your second thought – something to do with self-preservation fell through. Gaze focused on the parchment, you rested your elbow on the desktop, head falling to be caught in your hands which created an instantaneous blockade between Sebastian and yourself.

“Have I done something to upset you?”

Had his question been matched with a sincereness, you may have fell for Sebastian’s attempt at conversation. This wasn’t the case though. You solemnly swore to yourself that he was, as per usual, up to no good and tried to remain focused on the class as intended. An amused snicker escaped Sebastian as he slid his stool over an inch or two further towards you. His hand quick to rest beneath the desk on your thigh. You crossed your legs at the knee, swatting his hand away and shot him a dirty look, not one that could kill but that could potentially stop his ability to breathe. Scratching at the hair tucked behind your ear; you felt your skin warm; redden at Sebastian’s hand slipping to get comfortable on your thigh once again. A gentle squeeze was all it took to make your cheeks flush. You knew that he had noticed the intended reaction you had as he leant in closer – lips to your ear, breath at your neck.

“If I have, I’m sorry…”

A gentle nip at the side of your neck graduated to a peppered kisses across your shoulder that you couldn’t withstand and poorly gave into. Sebastian’s hand on your thigh did little more than tap at your soft skin to pry your legs apart, toying with the hem of your skirt. Just like always, he had cast this spell over you which was infuriating, irritating… intoxicating. Snaking your own hand below the desk, you grabbed at his fingers to stop only moments before you felt yourself start to get wet.

“Don’t… please…”, your protest was weak, “Stop…” “Well which one is it?”

Flustered, it wasn’t long before he began tracing letters, spelling out his name against the inside of your thighs had you subdue and under his control. You weren’t so sure though, if you’d regret this after all. Brushing your hair forward from off your shoulders to hide your face; your eyes shut heavily with a flicker as Sebastian toyed with the lace undergarments which were soaked between your legs. Hands curling into fists, you strangled the quill in your grasp hearing it snap under pressure the same way you were unfortunately about to.

“Colour?”, he demanded an answer in a whisper; fingertips stroking the lace. “….black.” “Mhm, my favourite.”

Your breathing hitched with a wince, as you felt his fingers creep beneath the lace; your body relaxing, tensions run free as he played with you gently. Like a kitten being pat for the very first time. What you’d give for it not to be only his fingers that you felt there. Become his own personal toy. Play by his own set of rules. Be his dirty little secret. The thrill and feeling; however, didn’t last. As quickly as Sebastian had riled you up, he had also taken his hand away. Stool squeaking against the classroom floor as he shifted breaking you out of the daydream you’d tripped into. You were desperate. You felt hopeless. Your thighs were still burning hot with heat.

“Fuck…”

It was the only thing you could manage to utter.

“Perhaps later.”

Sebastian’s suggestion was torment; but you both knew that you’d agree. It was how you worked. He wasn’t stable; and right now, stable was something you didn’t need. You needed thrill, you wanted drama, you craved the attention to feel alive. Looking around at the clock, you had thirty-nine minutes left until the end of class. Thirty-nine minutes of utter self-torture until you could find a private place and just have your way with him. Fuck he was a tease.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x oc #mc x sebastian sallow #soft smut #hogwarts legacy

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batsplat · 4 months ago

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casey and valentino at the ranch in 2024 how are you feeling tumblr user batsplat

okay now for real. it's neat!! I'm generally somebody who doesn't really care all that much for athletes once they've like. retired. very much an out of sight out of mind gig. fan of the athlete not the person. bUT obviously my established exception is if they're still contributing in a FUN way to the narratives of their careers... and yeah, idk, this is fun and sweet and occasionally you need things that are fun and sweet

bonus that it was their own little event, like this is just categorically better than if casey had joined in for that yearly race thingy valentino hosts (boy you can really tell I don't pay much attention to the blokes outside of their paddock lives) because it's a one-on-one thing (essentially)... their own little event. casey coming for his own private tour. calling him vale!! as a keen scholar of these matters, valentino is basically always 'valentino' to casey - casey's generally a first name kind of bloke anyway which I reckon is also a language thing, occasionally tosses in a 'rossi' for variety. (his autobiography is quite funny with this where it's 'rossi' or 'valentino rossi' exclusively... until the moment where casey airs his 2006 conspiracy theory, after which point it's almost always 'valentino'. take from this what you will.) 'opportunity to share a track with you once again'... *stares into the middle distance* still got it

also! dinner! I think! I've previously gone on the record about my scepticism that they'd be having dinner dates any time soon, and, y'know. this is one of those things where you think it's a pretty safe bet when you type it, balance of probability is broadly on your side. I mean, they had literally never privately met up for ANYTHING. they've known each other for two odd decades at this point, and not a single recorded out-of-paddock interaction. even their one post-casey retirement meeting was casey showing up at a race while valentino was still riding, so still in the paddock. so, y'know, does feel like it's a fairly safe prediction to make, at least in the short- to medium-term. you certainly don't expect it to age quite so poorly quite so quickly. casey's been retired from the sport for TWELVE YEARS and I post something publicly on the internet for all to see on the twelfth of september and not even two months later...? bloody contrarians. if you want me to predict any feuds reunions definitely not happening in the near future, let me know and I'll see what I can do

obviously this was a pretty casual affair and probably not quite what casey was thinking of when he said he'd like the pair of them to tell each other their struggles or whatever it was. more banter, less soul searching. (though they should've given me the chance to listen in imo, what did they TALK about... thinking about baby casey saying that valentino was always talking to him about non-motorcycle racing things and how much casey enjoyed those chats.) still, sometimes you just have to acknowledge when you're wrong about something to a slightly comical extent

okay

so yeah, mostly just a sweet thing, casey's complicated dynamic and whole vibe with valentino continues. can't quite hate him can't quite love him always has and always will feel some of both... categorically pretty cute and fun

noted eye crinkles yeah. kind of hoping one or both of them get interviewed soon enough so a reporter can be nosy about it. just a few lines!! also something about how this came to pass, like obviously casey was in the area anyway but! who reached out! and the academy aspect of it all is pretty sweet, and it's all just rather nice. peace and love win the day. they did this for ME yup yup

#casey glazing pecco AND visiting valentino's home in short succession? big week for casey + italy stonks #admittedly what casey said about ducati plunges the stonks back into the red. but casey + vr46 stonks... doing well #i was actually thinking how motorsports had picked a terrible time to leave me to fend for myself #but casey and valentino you-guys-are-in-a-crisis-i'm-on-my-way'd me fairs #//#brr brr #//ht

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lesbiankimdahyun · 4 months ago

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HUNTER AND HUNTED: A HALLOWEEN MISAMO SPECIAL

CHAPTER IV

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[GP!Vampire!Mina x VampireHunter!Jihyo]

CW: vampires, angst i fear...

[AO3 link]

Jihyo jumped a little when the knock on her door finally came. She hadn’t realized how mildly triggering it would be to actually open her door to a vampire and invite one inside, but she smiled graciously when she saw Mina at her doorstep. “Come on in,” she said, stepping aside. Her heart rate rose a bit as she watched Mina move across the threshold. Her moment of emotional discomfort was worth it though, because for the very first time, Jihyo got to see Mina without her dark sunglasses on.

Her eyes were one of the most unique shades of brown Jihyo had ever seen, almost like they had a trace of wine-colored red around the edge. And wait– had Mina always had those adorable beauty marks? How had she never seen them clearly before?

“Wow,” she blurted, releasing the slightly taller girl from a light hug. “Your eyes! I mean, your eyes are really nice,” she said. Mina giggled as she followed Jihyo inside. “Thank you,” she said. “Yours, too.”

They didn’t dive into the movie right away. Mina joined Jihyo on her couch, taking in her surroundings. Jihyo’s apartment was functional and neat, and it was clear she was big on (and extremely skilled at) DIY projects. They chatted casually for the first hour or so, all the while slowly growing closer to each other– emotionally and physically. Jihyo felt like she was looking at Mina for the very first time, and in a way, she was.

Curious to learn more about Jihyo, Mina asked to see some of Jihyo’s latest photography that she’d been working on outside of work. Jihyo happily obliged, pulling up a series of home/homeowner architectural portraits as part of a photo essay she’d started in the last few months. She’d been to various cities and neighborhoods, capturing slices of the people and the way they lived along the way.

“Hey,” Mina said, pausing at a series of three photos. She recognized the heavily wooded preserve she lived near instantly. “I live right around there. Who did you photograph up there?”

“Really?” Jihyo asked. “It’s funny you ask because I actually don’t have any portraits of people who live in some of those stunning condos yet. The whole area is private property, I can’t even get close enough to ask folks if they’d let me photograph.”

Mina hummed in response. “That’s true, isn’t it,” she said, as if the vampire hadn’t purposefully picked an extremely remote, private, hard-to-break-into community. “I’d let you photograph my apartment but…I don’t own it,” she said. It was a lie– Mina very much owned her two bedroom home, but the vampire would need to have Sana or Momo look at it first to make sure it looked normal to regular humans.

They moved on from the photography, and Jihyo ordered dinner for the two of them. She refused to let Mina pay or even think about contributing to paying. She ordered soju too, and soon the two were talking and laughing over seaweed salad, soft tofu soup and grilled pork belly. Jihyo refreshed their soju before starting the movie, and when she sat down again after starting it, she confidently sat right next to Mina, her shoulder brushing against the vampire’s.

Her inviting scent immediately distracted Mina, who found herself glancing more at Jihyo out of the corner of her eye than the actual movie. Even the scenes with blood in them couldn’t take Mina’s focus away from the beautiful woman right next to her. She sipped more soju, hoping it would relax her. Right before the makeout scene, Mina couldn’t help but glance over at Jihyo again.

“Mina,” said Jihyo softly, leaning in a little toward the vampire. “I can feel you looking at me, you know,” she said, a small smile on her lips.

Mina felt herself blush. “Oh,” she whispered, “I-I’m sorry.”

Jihyo set down her soju. “Don’t be,” she said. She watched for a moment as Needy’s lips exploratively connected with Jennifer’s. Then she looked back at Mina. “Would it be okay if I kissed you?”

Mina nodded immediately, making Jihyo let out a tiny huff of a laugh as she turned to face the vampire and leaned in.

The moment Jihyo’s soft, warm lips met Mina’s, the movie was forgotten. Mina wasn’t sure if it was the soju, the experience of kissing someone new, or Jihyo’s intoxicating scent, but either way, the vampire’s head spun a little as she kissed her. And when Jihyo’s tongue met hers? Mina felt like she could’ve passed out from the pleasure. Wanting more, Jihyo pulled Mina a little closer, and then closer still until Mina was gently pushing Jihyo back on the couch and lightly settling on top of her.

Jihyo’s quickened, excited heart beat drove Mina crazy. Their makeout grew a little heavier, their hands exploring each other’s bodies over their clothes. Coming up for air for a moment, Mina cupped Jihyo’s face in her hand, her fingers brushing over Jihyo’s earlobe. Suddenly, Mina felt a piercing pain on her finger and recoiled, sucking in her breath at the burning sensation it caused. Jihyo sat up, too, touching her ear to see what had caused it. She felt it immediately.

“My silver studs,” she said, “I’m so sorry. I completely forgot I had them in, I should have known.”

“It’s okay–” Mina stopped. “What do you mean, should have known?” For a few seconds, the movie playing in the background was the only source of sound in the room while Mina and Jihyo stared at each other, both in fear. “How did you– when did you–” Mina backed up a bit.

Jihyo looked nervous. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I know I’m not supposed to know. I wanted to let you tell me, if you ever wanted to, but spotting them– v-vampires, I mean– was a big part of my past.” She looked up at Mina, who looked absolutely petrified.

“You’re…you’re a…” Mina wasn’t sure if she should feel sick or scared. “A hunter?”

Jihyo shook her head. “No– I mean– I only ever trained– except for–” Jihyo closed her eyes for a moment, frustrated at herself. Then she looked at Mina again. “I would never tell anyone, or do anything to hurt you,” Jihyo said. She felt as if she might cry. “I swear.” It was the truth.

Mina stood up and took a few steps back. “Does anyone else know?” she asked, panic rising in her voice as she suddenly remembered she had just been making out with a journalist.

“No, no,” Jihyo said. “No one, I swear. Just me.” Mina seemed on the verge of tears and she stepped back again. “Is that why you came up to me that day?”

Jihyo was standing now, too. “No, Mina, no,” she said. “I genuinely was on assignment that day. I don’t actively hunt,” she said again.

“But you trained to be one,” Mina said quickly. She swallowed hard. “Why?”

This was not how Jihyo had envisioned their night going. She crossed her arms, then sighed. “You’ll never look at me the same way if I tell you,” she said quietly.

“How am I supposed to trust you?” Mina asked. “This is– I can’t do this,” the vampire murmured, reaching for her jacket on the back of one of Jihyo’s kitchen chairs.

“Wait, Mina,” Jihyo said, taking a few steps toward her. “Don’t go, I’ll tell you.”

Mina stopped. She turned and stared at Jihyo in silence for a few seconds. Her unblinking, intense gaze was the first time Jihyo ever felt Mina’s powerful, supernatural presence. But then, the vampire quietly took off her jacket and pulled out the chair to sit down. “You have five minutes,” she said.

So Jihyo explained. Explained who her grandparents were, who her parents were, and what her life had been like growing up. She gave Mina the names of the clans and bands of vampires her family had eliminated– as many as she could remember, anyway. She gave Mina dates, names, any information the vampire wanted. And then she explained the only time she’d ever hunted, the night her parents died.

Mina’s entire demeanor changed. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “Those were some awful years back then, toward the end.” She took a breath. She was coming down from her fight or flight response now. “Jihyo,” she said, getting up again. She shook her head. “What we’re doing… I don’t know if this is a good idea.”

Jihyo felt like she’d been stabbed. “What do you mean?” she asked. She couldn’t hide the frantic emotion in her voice. “Mina?”

But Mina was already heading for the door. Jihyo went after her. “Mina, wait, can we just talk a little more–” she was interrupted by Mina transforming before her very eyes. Jihyo let out a small scream as Mina shrunk and evolved, taking flight in the form of a small, white-winged vampire bat. Jihyo watched in total fascination as the tiny bat took off into the night.

“Mina!” Jihyo called out, but she lost track of her quickly as Mina flew higher, blending in with the night sky around her. She was gone.

#twice imagines #gp!twice #mina x jihyo #jihyo x mina #vampire!mina #vampirehunter!jihyo

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kowwpow · 1 year ago

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~Happy Birthday~

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BEST WATER BOY EVER- this is the Biological GiYuLo au :3 bc yes. This is featuring toddler!Milo, and holy crap is this long

Disclaimer ⚠️: GiYuLo is a family dynamic, not a ship. It does, however, contain Giyuna(Giyuu x Yuna) which is a romantic ship. Contains slight spoilers for Giyuu’s backstory? Maybe? It also got a little weak near the end, I hope it isn’t bad though 😥 Milo is not my oc, she belongs to my friend @larz-barz who has given me permission to use her in this fic. luv you pooks <3

TW: just tooth rotting fluff ☺️

Today was Giyuu’s birthday, February 8th. Normally, he wouldn’t do much. He didn’t see the point. He’d much rather stay home with his wife and kid and enjoy having the day off.

So that was exactly what Yuna was planning.

Tsutako was taking him and his best friend, Sabito out to lunch that day, giving Yuna the perfect distraction. What made it even more perfect, was that Giyuu was taking their daughter, Milo, with him. Not only because Tsutako wanted to see her niece, but the 2 year old was insistent on going with her daddy.

In other circumstances, Yuna would pull a fake, offended smile, but this was a blessing in disguise. She was going to make her husband’s favorite food, simmered salmon with chunks of daikon, and make sure to have his favorite desert too. She knew she could safely serve that for dinner because the restaurant he was going to didn’t serve that. Curtesy of her and Tsutako’s previous chats.

Yes, Tsutako was in on it too. So was Sabito. They were going to wear Giyuu out to a reasonable extent by taking him to a carnival as well, so that when he got back, he could enjoy the peace and quiet of being home.

Yuna did her best not to seem to anxious for him to leave. She was lost in thought getting her very distracted toddler dressed when there was a small knock on the doorway. She turned to see her husband peeking his head in and she smiled.

“She almost ready?”

Milo squealed and made grabby hands towards him and Yuna struggled to keep her still long enough to put her favorite bow in her hair. A small smile found its way onto Giyuu’s usually stoic face as he stepped into the room. He put one hand on his hip as he walked over to Milo. He pressed the index finger of his free hand to her nose with a playful tone to his voice.

“C’mon baby, you gotta stay still for mommy.”

Yuna smiled as the little girl tried to escape her grasp. Giyuu sat on the floor next to his two favorite people and Milo tried even harder to get to him. Yuna hooked her hands under Milo’s arms and lifted her over her leg and into Giyuu’s lap. The little girl let out another happy squeal along with a string of “dada”s. She stood in his lap and grabbed at his face as she babbled nonstop. Giyuu couldn’t hold the pure love and affection from his gaze as he rested his hand on her back so she wouldn’t fall over.

“I think she wants you to do it.”

He looked over at his wife and took the purple bow from her hands when she handed it to him. He looked back over to his daughter and ruffled her hair.

“Baby, can you turn around for me?”

Milo immediately complied and turned around, falling into a sitting position in the process. Yuna gasped and placed a hand over her heart in a dramatic gesture.

“I call favoritism.”

Giyuu chuckled as he fastened the bow into Milo’s hair. The goober definitely was more still for her dad than for her mom, with her just patting her knees over and over again.

Once Giyuu had finished getting the bow nice and neat, he lifted Milo so he could stand up. He and Yuna walked out of their daughter’s room and towards the front door. Giyuu held Milo still as Yuna slipped her bright pink tennis shoes on.

Yuna held the door open for her husband and pressed a quick kiss to his lips before doing the same to her daughter’s forehead. She waved after them as they made their way to the car.

“Bye! Have fun!”

Giyuu waved back and Yuna waited until she saw the car leave to start getting the house ready. She rushed to the kitchen to start the salmon. Having three younger siblings definitely helped her as she had experience with needing to cook or clean quickly. Once she set an alarm for when she needed to start cooking, she went upstairs to grab blankets. She ran them to the upstairs loft with multiple other items so the family could make a small fort later that evening.

It didn’t take Yuna very long to get everything ready for her mini surprise and she soon began her cooking. She wanted it to be perfect, but she knew Giyuu would be happy with anything.

Once preparations for the activity were ready, Yuna moved onto the food. The smell of salmon and daikon filled the house, but that wasn’t too abnormal since the family ate it a lot. Yuna also made a small portion of chicken udon in case Milo was feeling particularly picky that evening. Milo might not eat many things, but she’ll always eat chicken udon. Yuna liked to joke that it was because she craved it a lot during her pregnancy.

Yuna enjoyed her time cooking. She had music playing from her phone and everything just felt really warm and cozy.

She felt really lucky to have met someone as caring and supportive as her husband. This will have been the fifth birthday of his she has spent with him. Ever since the two got together in college, she’d made sure that his actual birthday was rather tame since the man didn’t like being around people for too long. Which was a huge blessing to her, since she didn’t have to organize huge parties often.

Here she was, married to him for three years, and together for five, and she was still like a schoolgirl when she thought about him.

She was shaken out of her lovesick thoughts when she heard the sound of the car parking. Perfect. The food was almost finished so they could eat almost immediately. She made sure the food was safe to be momentarily left alone before rushing towards the door. She opened it just as Giyuu and Milo were approaching the house. Milo was clinging to Giyuu with a content and tired smile on her cute little baby face.

She held the door open for them and was greeted with a high-pitched “mama!” She took Milo from Giyuu’s arms and peppered her baby’s face in kisses.

“Hi Milo! I missed you~! Was she good?”

Giyuu nodded with a smile. He nodded his head towards the kitchen with a questioning look.

“What’re you making?”

Yuna set their daughter on the floor and reached for a hug from her husband. She felt Milo tugging at her pants as if she wanted to be picked up again, so she didn’t make the hug last too long. She crouched down to pick her daughter up once more as she spoke.

“Oh nothing much, just your favorite.”

Giyuu’s smile grew a little, no matter how often he and that, he’d never get sick of it. He ruffled Milo’s hair gently before turning to his wife.

“Thank you hun.”

Yuna waved him off with an embarrassed smile. She looked towards the stairs for a few seconds as a playful smirk found its way onto her face.

“And I have supplies set up to make a fort upstairs, that something you’d be interested in?”

He nodded and pressed a kiss to Yuna’s forehead.

“Of course, I just wanna be surrounded by my favorite girls.”

Milo grabbed onto his shirt with one hand and patted her forehead with her other.

“Me too! Me too!”

Giyuu shook his head with a chuckle and moved her hair out of the way.

“Okay, you too.”

~Le Fin

A/N: omg that took a while 😭 I love them, they’re so cute. I had about 5 breakdowns bc Milo is too cute. I had to stop and take a breather

CRAP MY BABY FEVER IS COMING BACKKK

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed!

#🍁#oc #hehehe #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #yuna handa #giyuu tomioka #kny giyuu #demon slayer giyuu #kimetsu giyuu #giyuna #giyuu #giyuu tomioka x yuna handa #giyuu x yuna #yuna handa x giyuu tomioka #yuna x giyuu #Happy birthday giyuu!!

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uramilf · 1 year ago

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Day Eight - Eggnog and Mulled Wine

“Babe, are you ready?” Y/N called down the hall to Matty. “Coming now!” They were headed off to George and Charli’s place for one final get-together before Christmas. It was the first time they’d properly be hanging out with the group since Matty and Y/N got together, minus the night everyone found out about their relationship.

Matty came out of the bedroom with his tie hanging loosely around his neck, smiling in disbelief when he laid eyes on his girlfriend. “Fuck, baby. You look perfect.” She smiled back and turned round to show off the back of her sparkly red dress. “You like?” “I love,” he groaned. “I don’t think George would care if we were a bit late.” “Absolutely not, we’re not gonna see them until after Christmas! C’mere.” She pressed a quick kiss to his lips before tying his tie in a neat knot. “Fine, let’s go.” He took her hand and they left the house together. The car ride was full of laughter and bad singing to Christmas songs on the radio. Presents for their friends were laying in gift bags on the back seat, so many they weren’t sure they would get them into George’s house in one run.

They managed to get all the presents inside and started greeting their friends, everyone cooing over Adam and Carly’s son who had just started walking. Matty couldn’t help but smile softly at the sight of his girlfriend holding a baby. “I know it’s early days, but this is making me want kids,” he whispered to her with a smile. “Good, so I’m not the only one with baby fever.”

Charli seemed to appear out of nowhere behind them laughing. “Baby fever? Good. Do it.” “Em, we’ve been going out for less than a month. Do you wanna fuck off?” “Matty!” Y/N hissed, gesturing to the baby on her hip. “You know he’s starting to talk now, do you really want him to learn that word?” “Yes, absolutely. Hann would hate it.” “What would I hate?” Adam called from across the room. Y/N, Matty and Charli looked at each other and burst out laughing. “Nothing!”

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The group settled back into the living room after dinner. There wasn’t enough room of the sofas and chairs for everyone, so Carly sat in Adam’s lap whilst Charli played with their son on the carpeted floor. Matty was drinking a glass of eggnog (which he hated, but it was such a nice Christmas cliche and he wanted to feel included) while Y/N sipped on some mulled wine that Carly had made.

“So, Denise’s for Christmas?” George asked Y/N. “Yeah, I’m a bit nervous if I’m honest.” “Don’t be, she’s going to absolutely love you. Didn’t you see her on Loose Women last week saying she sometimes prefers her sons’ girlfriends to them?” “No chance you watch Loose Women,” Y/N giggled. “To see my second mother? Absolutely!” “It’s true,” Charli piped up from the floor. “He loves it.”

“We’d better head off,” Carly said, reaching down to pick up her son and giving Charli a kiss on the cheek. “This little man needs to go to bed!” “Yeah, I should go too. I’m heading to Mum’s for Christmas tomorrow, long drive ahead of me,” Ross yawned, playfully ruffling the baby’s hair. “Thanks for the lovely dinner, Char.”

George showed them all out after a few hugs and Merry Christmases. Charli stood up and stretched, before saying “Y/N? Can you come help me in the kitchen for a minute?” “Yeah, of course.” “I’ll come help with the dishes,” Matty offered, standing up, but Charli shot him a look and said “No, it’s fine. We need a girls chat anyway, it’s well overdue.” Matty raised his hands in surrender and leaned back in his chair as George re-entered.

“So. Meeting the parents?” Charli grinned. “Yeah. How long did it take for you to meet G’s parents?” “A few weeks, about the same as you. But I wasn’t staying there for the holidays. You must be scared shitless.” “Finally someone who gets it,” Y/N sighed. “Everyone’s saying his family’s lovely, and I’m sure it’s true, but all his girlfriends before me were pop stars or supermodels. I just hope their expectations aren’t too high.” “Look, just because you’re not a model doesn’t mean they won’t love you. They’re probably bored of having the same conversations every Christmas.” “Maybe you’re right. I love Matty and that’s all that really matters, right?”

Charli’s jaw dropped before she squealed in excitement. “You love him?!” “Shit.” Y/N’s hand flew to her mouth. “I just said that, didn’t I?” “Yes!” “Oh my god. I really do love him.”

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Meanwhile, back in the living room, Matty and George were having a similar conversation. “I’m so excited for her to meet my mum. They’re gonna love each other. She’s just so perfect, G.” “She’s great,” George agreed. “I’m really happy for you, man.” “I think I’m gonna tell her I love her tonight. Cause I do. I really do. I’ve loved her since long before the whole secret Santa incident.” “Yeah, I fuckin’ know mate! You forget I’m the one who had to listen to you talk about her every day for months.” Matty just smiled. He was gonna tell her. And he was gonna mean it, more than he had ever meant anything in his life.

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They lay tangled up in each others arms at the end of the night, opting to stay at Matty’s house so they could look after Mayhem, of course. Matty decided not to make a big deal out of it, because he was sure she already knew. He hadn’t exactly been hiding it.

“I love you, baby.” Y/N’s heart started beating faster, her breath caught in her throat. “I love you too,” she whispered.

#the 1975 #matty healy #matty healy x reader #matty healy imagines #christmas75

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prpfz · 5 months ago

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💉🦇 back at it with a fresh new ad!🦇💉 not replacing anyone!

i'm a 22enby fella who's got an itch for something fun and whump-y based off Dinner in America. i write in third person, present and/or past tense, semi to advanced 'lazy lit' over discord! i use servers to keep things organized, and i love chatting ooc with my writing partners :} i love obsessing over our characters, sending memes/tiktoks, sharing music, etc etc, and i'd love a partner who's the same way! i consider myself pretty active, but i do work most of the week- if i can't get a reply to you, i'll at least be active ooc. i can promise at least one reply per day (usually a lot more, but i don't wanna get anyone's hopes too high, bc again..work).

i'm looking to write some oc x oc stuff! mxm is preferred, but i'm open to potential mxf (i will be picky on this! i have a lot of mxf rps atm). polyamory is also super encouraged, but not required! and while i want to collaborate on a plot, dead dove themes are also preferred! i would also prefer to use *actor faceclaims for this! i think of it as **casting actors in our own movie, lolz. (*open to musicians, models etc as well.) when it comes to nsfw, i write switches and prefer writing against other switches, or doms. no overly submissive characters, please! just not my cup of tea, i fear.

(**about casting actors: i think it would also be super fun to format this like a movie or a tv show! with actors cast as certain characters in our plot, separation into 'episodes,' etc etc! this isn't necessary, but i think it would be neat)

okayokay, onto the fun stuff😎

so, like a lot of people, i just watched Dinner in America, and i thought it was great. i'm DYINGGGG to write a character like simon (probably also w/ him as a FC, if not a similar look) against other male or masc characters (bonus points if they're also weird/outcasts like patty!). i'd love to plot something along the same lines as those in the movie, but with a few tweaks (i'm not an expert on punk stuff, lol) of our own.

tldr? mxm plot based along the same lines as Dinner in America, but with whatever twists we want :}

let's come up with something devious together! like this post and i'll slide into your dms🎃

give a like and anon will get back to you

#oc roleplay #oc rp

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pitty-me · 1 year ago

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Local nail salon vs non local review:

Non Local experience: I once had my nails done at a birthday party when I was eleven. It was fine and I had gotten crackle nail polish which had black on top and red in the cracks. It was very neat. But I didn’t love having my nails done. I usually just cut them or painted them myself.

But now in my twenties I have found myself looking for new experiences and just being able to do something fun or nice for no reason in particular. So in June for my birthday (10th) 2023 me and one of my best friends, practically my sister, set out to try and be ��girly”.

Now I’m a typically nervous person. So I tried to book a time at a salon in a neighboring state, as we were right on the border, online but they never saw it. I even CALLED to confirm before we went but no one picked up or called back.

After driving more out of the way than I had expected we had arrived. We walked in to the owner giving a male customer a pedicure. There was only them and presumably the owners pre teen child. I said “Hi I tried to make an appointment online for today at four pm but I don’t know if it went through. I tried to call to confirm also but no one picked up. Do you have availability?” The owner and man looked at us as if we interrupted something important and she said “Ah..No.”. We said “Okay thanks.” and left. We felt awkward, the atmosphere was awkward, the whole ordeal was AWKWARD.

We then tried to drive to a second place, still oddly far, that claimed to take walkins. When we pulled into the parking lot there was a woman by the driveway in, smoking a cigarette. We parked and walked towards the second salon hoping for a better experience. Then the woman we saw RAN at us asking what we were doing. Feeling more awkward I explained we were walkins only to have her tell us no!

Now I could see in just a little and I thought they were just super busy. BUT IT WAS NEARLY EMPTY! With two employees and like one customer a woman ran at us to stop us from entering. We were done trying to do nails and hungry. Defeated, we left for an early dinner. We would try again a different month.

Local experience: It’s been months now. We were determined to try again somewhere closer. So I called to make an appointment which went well but I was clearly confused and new to this.

BUT SUCCESS! We had an appointment for four pm for a full set of acrylic nails! It was now December ninth 2023 and we were at last getting our nails done! We drove there, walked in and it was still awkward and confusing but they sent us to separate stations and we were on our way to being girly.

We did think being separated was weird but at least we were actually being seen. They definitely do not care about appointments, which is good and bad. It's practically walkins only but at least that works for us! I chose longer nails with pastel purple cat eye nail polish and my friend said shorter with a lighter pink.

Now since it was our first time and we knew nothing they gave her SHORT nails. Like barely there nails. But I didn't see that till later.

We both sat in silence having no idea how to talk to these people. My technician seemed content with that and it was only a little awkward. I listened to some other customers' random chatter and watched him work on my nails. I do have sensory integration so some things that wouldn't bother most people bother me, like filing my nails. That was the part I hated the most but I pushed through it!

Now I did realize most if not everyone paid in cash. Of which I had NONE on me. Que my silent panic that I wouldn’t be able to pay and everyone would be mad at me. Towards the end I did find they accept cards, but cash is preferred. I paid for us both and we left having a pretty good experience.

We did go back for fill ins January eleventh 2024 and had just as good an experience. My friend had her nails done just the way she wanted, we got to sit next to each other, and had a little more chit chat with our techs.

Although something my tech put on my nails burned when she drilled off the old acrylic, which also burned, and it burned a little again when she was finishing off the fresh acrylic. But I pushed through and got this turquoise color cat eye again.

Overall it was all a good experience and we will for sure go back again in like a month. Finding the right nail salon is like dating. You just have to go and see the different choices and who will actually let you in!

Thanks for reading if you made it this far!

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sherlockruiningmylife · 2 years ago

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I think that at the moment I could come up with a merthur fic idea for just about any song. Every song I listen to at the moment becomes merthur coded to me.

Anyway though, I say this because I've got 2 songs currently stuck in my head as fics. The first is called Empress by Morningsiders.

For this song I imagine a modern day, maybe university au. Where Merlin and Arthur have been friends forever growing up and they room together at university, sharing an apartment. They go out on the weekends together, with regular friend dates at coffeeshops or movie theaters. They even go shopping for home decor much to Arthur's dismay. Throughout Arthur dates Gwen for a while, it started in high school, but eventually they meet Lancelot. Arthur and Gwen try so hard to make it work between them but they both know something is off, they just can't understand what.

When Arthur sees Gwen talking to Lancelot he realizes that he didn't really know what love was meant to look like. He loves Gwen, no question, but it's not that all consuming romantic soul bearing love that it should be. And its not the easy effortless love that it should be either. It's more of a love between friends. And he sees that, if he just let go, Gwen could find that with someone else, possibly Lancelot.

As Arthur comes to terms with the fact that he doesn't know how to love Gwen the way she deserves, Merlin pines over Arthur and slowly starts to pull away from him. It comes to a point, while Arthur and Gwen are still together, that Merlin realizes he's just hurting himself staying roommates with Arthur. He decides that he is going to move out. While Arthur is out on a date, Merlin packs a bag and goes to Gwaine's place to crash on his couch.

Arthur is out late on his date with Gwen. He had been nervous before the date like he hadn't been in ages. They go to dinner and chat as old friends would and it solidifies to Arthur that whatever passion they had, if they had any, is now gone. There is no animosity between them which makes it that much harder to tell Gwen why they should break up. Gwen, much to his surprise seems to understand. She looks at him sympathetically and wonders aloud why it took them this long, the signs had been there for at least a year. Arthur agrees, nodding along, until Gwen says something that stops him in his tracks.

"Have you told Merlin yet?"

Arthur puzzles and responds, "Er, no, why would I. This is our business not his, of course I'll tell him later that we've separated but no not yet."

"Oh." Gwen seems genuinely confused, "I didn't mean about breaking this off. I meant have you told Merlin about your feelings yet?"

Arthur continues to not understand and says so in as many words. Gwen sighs and mutters something about men and their emotional intelligence. Then she takes Arthur's hand and explains how she knew this was coming soon. That she had realized and tried to ignore for quite sometime that what Merlin and Arthur had was more of a relationship than the two of them had ever had. As she lays out all her observations, Arthur realizes she is right. That's what was missing, it was Merlin.

He stands up quickly from the table and drops a few bills to pay before saying goodbye as he runs out the door. When he makes it back home he hesitates, half hoping Merlin will just be asleep so that he doesn't have to admit his feelings just yet. But also wanting to see him, and hug him, kiss him even as he professes his newly realized feelings.

When he works up the courage to go inside, the place is silent. All lights are off and there isn't a single sound. Arthur calls out and there is no response so he knocks on Merlin's door. Opening it slightly he sees a neat, tidy, and more importantly empty bed.

Maybe Merlin is just out with some of their friends, Arthur rationalizes, he'll be back soon. So Arthur sits up for a couple hours waiting, but he grows restless. He'd already texted Merlin asking where he was at but didn't get a response, so now he tries texting both Gwaine and Lancelot.

To his surprise, Gwaine calls him immediately.

"Gwaine! Have you seen Merlin, he's not home and isn't responding to my texts and I'm a bit worried."

"What did you do this time princess?" Gwaine responds.

"Nothing! I swear, I was out on a date with Gwen is all and came back and Merlin's not here!"

"Ah."

"What? What does that mean, Gwaine, please tell me if you know where he is."

"He's at my place, crashing on the couch," Arthur hears an affronted yell in the background from Merlin, trying to get the phone away from Gwaine, Gwaine obviously gets the upper hand as he gets back on the line, "he wouldn't tell me what was going on so I just assumed you'd had some sort of tiff. But I see now why Merlin was sulking."

Arthur didn't really know what to make of whatever Gwaine seemed to be implying so he just said, "I'll be there soon." And hung up.

Arthur rushes over to Gwaine's and the man let him in. Merlin looks affronted at Arthur and complains that Arthur just has to go around rubbing it in, Arthur looks on confused. They wind up in a heated argument before Arthur finally breaks and admits, "I broke up with Gwen."

"What! You idiot, why would you!?"

"Because Merlin, I finally admitted to myself that we were holding each other back, and what's more she helped me realize how much of a complete and utter fool I've been."

"I'm not following you Arthur?"

"I-I, she helped me realize, that I'm in love with someone else, have been for a long time."

Merlin begins to shut down, angry at Arthur for telling him this, but then Arthur stops him and says, "she helped me realize what I've taken for granted, every coffee date and movie night, and cooking together in the kitchen. That love I've been trying to create had been right in front of me and I was a fool for, for loving her over... you."

#anyway #that last line is the line from the song #lmk if you want to see my other song inspiration merthur fic idea #or if you want me to actually write this out into a full fledged fic #merlin #bbc merlin #merthur #arthur pendragon #fanfiction #my writing #merlin fanfic #merlin bbc #merthur fanfic #empress morningsiders

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slashingdisneypasta · 2 years ago

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Happy 21'st birthday! I saw you baked your Micheal Myers cupcakes! I hope they were delicious ^^

Since it is your special day, here are some imagines for you and your favorite villains to bring you joy. I hope you like them ^^

Showing off your baking to any villain of your choice (could even be Micheal Myers with the Micheal Myers cupcakes!)

Showing Tiffany (and Chucky if you want) your tarot deck. Just because it's a Disney villain tarot deck, doesn't mean it's any less special or valid, and I'm 100% certain Tiffany will preach to the choir on that one.

Any (or all) of the Englund villains getting you a gift. Freddy picks something so cheesy or awful, Inkubus gets you some relic from the past he knows you might like, etc (I'd give more examples, but you know Robert Englund characters WAY better than I do so you know best what they'd get you XD)

And, since you are now of legal age to drink in America (not sure what the legal age is in Australia, but I think these guys live in America so let's roll with that), Baby, Otis, and even Foxy- And possibly Captain Spaulding too if you wish- can now take you with them when they go "Get fucked up and do fucked up shit!"

Getting to spend time with the Slenderbrother of your choice. Whichever brother you choose will set the tone for the evening (Mayhaps a walk through the forest with Slender. Or a shopping spree at a store of your choosing with Trender. And Offender- we all know what that man will be thinking so maybe not him... Unless you want to~)

Getting pampered by Cruella since it's your birthday. Her way, of course. Maybe she'll take you out to dinner, or gift you an exclusive item from her catalog!

Hades and Jafar compete to give you the best time on your birthday. Hades disapproves of Jafar's ✨️~theatrics~✨️to impress you, and Jafar thinks Hades is a fool and not trying enough. You're gonna have t9 be the tiebreaker between them.

Silver cooking you a lovely meal. Just the two of you chatting away, talking about your days, and he shows you some neat cooking tricks he's learned over the years.

Any of the Disney Villains' reactions to your tarot deck of them.

I hope these brought a smile to your face ^^ Happy Birthday once more!

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DUDE. I HAVE NEARLY BEEN BROUGHT TO TEARS (IN A GOOD WAY). I WISH I COULD TYPE IN A WAY LARGER FONT OH MY GOD. I COULD KEYBOARD SMASH FOR PAGES OVER THESE. You don't know how much I love these and appreciate you for coming up with these, typing these, and also just considering/remembering who my favourites are <3<3<3

THEY DID BRING A SMILE TO MY FACE, DEFINETLY!! I'm not exaggerating when I say this is the best present I could have possibly received ^^ This is just so unbelievably thoughtful and it just really really means a lot to me ^^ Thank you so much for these ^^ xoxoxo

#i have to read these another thousand times now XD #*Hugz*#*squeezes*#*maybe not lets you go*#alright i'll let you go but know I really really appreciate these!!! ^^ <3

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pbandjesse · 2 years ago

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Today was a pretty good day off. I did a lot and that was nice. I then had an intense allergy attack and now I feel pretty exhausted. But it was still a good day.

I woke up this morning to say goodbye to James. And then slept until 9. When I got up I had texts and emails that stressed me out. First it was Mike asking me if I could come give a tour this afternoon. I immediately said I could not. This is now the third time I have said no to working today. Which is frustrating. And then I felt guilty for saying no. Then I had emails for a commission I'm doing for the wedding tomorrow that was confusing. Thankfully that was handled pretty fast. And then it was just someone not answering my questions at awah that had me stressed out. But I just had to leave it. There was nothing else I could do.

I stayed in bed for a while. But once I got up I would feel fine. My hair is bothering me right now. Like it looks fine but also it's not curling or really doing much of anything. I want to grow it out for the summer so I'm trying not to be annoyed with it but it is hard to not just go and chop it.

I would do a little vacuuming. But soon I decided I would go out.

I drove to Canton to go get a bagel. I struggled with ordering because I couldn't figure out how to tell them I wanted my bagel toasted. But I asked someone and they said it's standard now. Neat. So I got a bagel and a soda. And I got James two bagels for them to have for breakfasts this week. They had old bay everything bagels which smelled nice. The bagel place was surprisingly busy for 1030 on a weekday. But it didn't take long, though other people were acting like waiting was the worst thing to ever happen to them.

I had my bagel outside and enjoyed watching the water for a little while. And then I headed to target.

I had a few things we needed. And a few things we didn't. But I mostly stuck to the list. I didn't even look at clothes, was proud of myself there. I was annoyed with myself for forgetting my soda stream canister but it's fine. It'll get it replaced soon.

I went to the car to drop everything off. And then walked to five below to walk around. I did get a Tshirt there, I saw someone wearing it on TikTok and thought it was cute. It is just a grey Hanes Tshirt that says "wellness club" in rainbow letters. No idea why I like it but I think it'll be good for camp.

I went to Michaels next. I needed a few things for my anniversary project I'm working on for James. And I had fun looking at the clearance section. I chatted with a woman about the clearance totebags I found. A really good price. And then I headed home.

I had purchased dunkaroos at target. And ate those while I drove home. When I got back here I brought my stuff inside and then got start working on my gift.

I spent about 3 hours organizing and planning and then executing my ideas. And I'm thrilled with how it came out. I don't want to share much just in case but it was a big labor of love. Also used almost all of our picture paper. But I'm super proud and I'm excited for next weekend when I can share it.

It was late in the afternoon at this point. James wasnt home yet. And my allergies were starting to bug me. I had a snack and laid on the couch with Sweetp. Who has choked on a treat I gave them and I was feeling some kind of way about it. My poor baby.

James got home and my allergies were popping off. They would get me some medicine and would just chill on the couch with me. Eventually they would go for a walk and I would take a bath.

James made us a little dinner. And now we are just chilling in bed. I am tired but I feel happy. It was nice to just be by myself today.

Especially because tomorrow is going to be really busy. I am running the market tomorrow. And then I have the print commission for the wedding. And then I'm working the wedding! So I am assuming I won't have time to sleep in the afternoon. But we will see what happens. Maybe I'll still make it happen. I hope it's a fun day.

Goodnight everyone. Take care of yourself! Sleep good!

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izdatazn · 1 year ago

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S.U.I.T.S - Terran's Hidden War

TERRAN 12 - POISONED

I was granted a couple of weeks off from my responsibilities at SUITS. It was Tuesday, April 17th, 2079 when I returned to Japan to fully recover at home for the time being. However, my plans changed when I found out that Asuka had also returned to Japan on the last few days of my rest day. Consequently, I decided to spend the remaining days with her, knowing she would appreciate it.

I waited at our usual neighborhood cafe and chose to sit inside due to the intense heat instead of standing outside. Despite the sun gradually setting in the distance, today's weather was scorching. The middle of summer is unbearable for me, especially when the cafe's air conditioning doesn't work on such a day. When I saw Asuka approaching the cafe, I quickly left my table and joined her outside. We continued our conversation as we held hands and made our way towards the train station.

"What do you want to do tonight?" I asked as we entered the train station.

"Let's go to Asakusa and buy some couple gifts," Asuka suggested. "There's a popular ramen stall near Sumida River where we can have dinner."

"Ramen for dinner in this weather?" I questioned.

"That's what makes it special, Issei," Asuka replied with a smile. "Ramen is delicious no matter what weather it is." We boarded the train and stood near the doors as it continued on its route to the next station. "I hope Harshen Tigers make it to playoffs this year. They've been playing really well against tough teams."

"I think Fukuoka Hawks will take that remaining playoff slot since they were also runner-ups last year," I said confidently. "Yomiuri Giants will probably win this season like they did last year."

"I still have hope that my team will secure those remaining slots and take home the trophy," Asuka answered confidently.

The train came to a halt at Asakusa station, and we stepped off into a bustling crowd. Holding onto each other tightly, we maneuvered through the throngs of people, being careful not to get squished. Our ultimate destination was Nakamise shopping street, located in Sensjoi Temple. We spent the rest of the day leisurely strolling and admiring the shop displays until evening approached. Asuka surprised us with a lovely couple bracelet as a keepsake from our memorable day. Additionally, she purchased a scrunchy elastic hair tie and tied her hair up into a neat ponytail using it.

Despite the setting sun, the weather remained unbearably hot and humid. However, we refused to let the heat distract us from enjoying each other's company. Leaving behind the bustling shopping street, we made our way to the Sumida river bank where numerous couples and families had also gathered. She decided to treat herself to a refreshing melon soda while I purchased two dango snacks for us to share while waiting in line for the popular ramen stall.

Suddenly, someone familiar came into view - it was Sho with his study group! He noticed us as well and stopped to chat.

"Hey guys, you're back from overseas?" Sho asked.

"Yeah," I replied. "I needed a break from my New York internship and asked Asuka if she wanted to join."

"I took some time off too so I came home to spend Issei's day off with him," added Asuka.

"Always lovey-dovey," Sho teased.

"What about you?" I asked. "What are you doing here with them?"

"I was actually going to tell you guys and everyone else later, but..." Sho began. "My study mates and I landed jobs at a really nice company!"

"Congratulations!" We exclaimed. "It must have been really tough for you."

"It definitely was," Sho said as he showed us an amulet he received. "Thanks to this amulet, it helped me a lot during my interviews."

"Is that from one of your fangirls?" Asuka teased.

Sho didn't answer and quickly changed the subject. "Oh well, let me introduce one of my study mates." He motioned for someone to join us in line. "SHe's one of the foreign friends I mentioned a weeks ago."

"Oh, Mrs. Taylor I presume?" I asked.

"Yes, nice to meet you both, My name is Amy Taylor,” Amy replied as she shook our hands. "I've heard a lot about you guys from Sho."

"And we've heard about you too," I said.

"Anyway, we're going to celebrate with the others," Sho interjected. "Enjoy your date." They walked away from us.

“Is Show dating a foreigner?" Asuka inquired.

“Hideki and I asked about it a couple of weeks ago,” I said. “He seems to brush it off.”

After a few more minutes of waiting, we finally saw a couple leave the table by the riverbank. It was our turn next, so we took their seats. We started discussing and deciding on which type of ramen to try and share with each other. Asuka kindly offered some of her leftover drink, while we also asked for water to go with our ramen.

Asuka stretched for a moment and remarked, "The weather is finally pleasant." I nodded in agreement and said, "And the company is even better." She smiled at me and placed her hand on top of mine on the table.

"When are you leaving again?" Asuka inquired.

"In two days," I replied as I took a sip from my glass of water. "Are you departing then as well?"

She nodded affirmatively. "Next time when we have more time, we should go somewhere more romantic."

"Hokkaido?" I suggested.

Excitedly, she exclaimed, "I've been waiting for you to say that! It's the best place to visit during winter."

We observed the owner approach us with our dinner in hand. Asuka ordered tonkatsu ramen consisting of common ingredients such as eggs, garlic, soy sauce, and one type of meat. Meanwhile, I opted for miso ramen with additional meat and eggs. We relished each other's dishes while the owner made another appearance to deliver fried chicken, fried rice and gyoza.

As I slurped the noodle in my mouth and swallowed it down, I couldn't help but exclaim. “You're absolutely right! This is fantastic but I think we may have ordered too much.”

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Asuka smiled. "I came here with Nanako and Kumiko a few months ago. I believe Kumiko recommended this place." Asuka took a piece of gyoza and took a bite before leaving the other half in my bowl. "It was after our second-year midterms. She even invited you and the others." She slipped some noodles into her mouth and started chewing.

Trying to recall those events, I said, "I don't remember any of that." I scooped up some fried rice and quickly devoured it.

"You guys were complaining about how poorly you did on your midterms," Asuka giggled. "Kumiko explained to me that you all played games during study sessions and pulled an all-nighter before exams."

"You're right," I laughed. "I think we decided to let off steam at my place, played games, and then just passed out after an hour. We were absolutely exhausted from the all-nighter.”

“I knew something felt off when you guys denied her invitation.” Asuka chuckled. “You guys would never deny invitation, especially delicious food.”

Feeling my phone buzz in my pocket, I checked it. It was from Saki but I didn't answer it. I declined the call and slid it back into my pocket. Asuka also heard her phone ring in her purse and checked it. She declined a call from Hina as well, and we continued with our dinner.

Suddenly, my phone rang again, this time from Saki calling me once more.

Answering the call on speakerphone mode, Saki cried out before I could even respond: "Kobayashi! Sho died of food poisoning!" We stopped mid-chew and listened as Saki repeated the situation again.

Kumiko's phone also rang at that moment; she hurriedly picked up Hina's call on speakerphone mode.

We heard Hina crying desperately: "Asuka, help! Sho died of alcohol poisoning." Asuka removed speakerphone mode on her phone and held it to her ear while trying to calm Hina down. I did the same with my phone, placing it against my left ear. I tapped the communication device on my right ear.

"Sho's body is being taken to Asakusa Hospital," Miyoung responded immediately. "I can feel a weakened heartbeat."

"Viktor and I will secure the perimeter around the hospital," Isabel spoke up.

“Saki,” I reassured her. “Sho has been taken to Asakusa Hospital. Asuka and I will head there and assess the situation.” I ended the call with her, as did Asuka.

“Whether it's food poisoning or alcohol poisoning,” I said. “We need to find out if foul play is involved or if there's something more going on.” We immediately left our table with our half-finished meals and headed straight to the hospital.

When we arrived at the hospital, it was under lockdown and controlled by SUITs. It wasn't just Sho; there were also numerous civilian casualties from the same restaurant bar he had visited. I met up with Daisuke near the entrance, and he guided us inside.

"You got here before us," I remarked. "What's the current situation?"

"I apologize for cutting your date short, Asuka," Daisuke replied. "Kokoro and her team are currently inspecting the restaurant bar." He continued as we entered the elevator. "Before Sho reached the hospital entrance, he passed away. I examined multiple bodies before you arrived and noticed an unfamiliar substance not of this planet."

"What do you mean?" Asuka inquired.

"My team is currently analyzing the information I provided them. However, I need your assistance at this moment," Daisuke continued as we exited the elevator on the third floor. "Time is of the essence. We require additional personnel to facilitate a physical transfer to SUIT's infirmary within this hospital."

Asuka and I noticed Viktor guarding a room at the end of the hallway. Without hesitation, we entered and found Sho lying in bed, accompanied by his foreign friend Amy who was pronounced lifeless. In that room, Miyoung and Isabel were already waiting for us. Daisuke switched off the lights, allowing only moonlight to filter through the window. Miyoung, Isabel, Daisuke, and Asuka positioned themselves in different corners of the room while they patiently waited. Meanwhile, I stood in silence at its center observing them all.

"The more capable individuals we have assisting us, the less strenuous it will be," Daisuke softly explained. "Are you ready?" They solemnly nodded before tightly clasping their hands together. The room gradually disoriented and transformed into another location - an experience witnessed but difficult to explain with my own eyes. Suddenly, we found ourselves transported to a chaotic SUITs infirmary as peace gave way to pandemonium.

Daisuke quickly rearranged the beds with assistance from SUITs staff who had joined him. Miyoung and Isabel hurriedly left the room, leaving me alone with Asuka.

I noticed her becoming lightheaded with blood seeping out of her nose. Acting swiftly, I ran towards her before she could fall forward.

"I've got you," I whispered reassuringly. "Are you okay?"

"It never gets easier doing a physical warp," she chuckled weakly. “You think the owner threw our food away?”

I collected the remaining food from the restaurant table, while the owner noticed our hurried departure and took care to keep it warm and safe. As Daisuke, Kokoro, and I worked hard to revive Sho and his friend, I paid close attention to every detail. After returning with the food, I joined Asuka in the SUITs cafeteria where we quietly enjoyed our meal while waiting for news. In an attempt to ease tension, we engaged in light conversation about various topics to pass the time, which proved quite challenging.

Suddenly, Asuka spotted Hideki rushing into the cafeteria and joining us at our table. Without wasting any time, Hideki spoke urgently. "Kumiko, we were on our way to Malaysia when Hina called me in tears saying that Sho died from poisoning. We immediately turned back and came home. Nanako, Ren, and Kumiko are with Hina and Saki."

"We're still waiting for updates," I said as my wrist device alerted me with a ping. Tapping it revealed a holographic figure of Daisuke.

"It's good that you guys are here," Daisuke said. "Sho and his friend are alive and stable thanks to specialized drugs used against Obitus Clarus poison. However, other customers who frequented the restaurant weren't as fortunate." He went on to explain that SUITs had reviewed CCTV footage which showed a suspicious person disguised as a waiter sneaking into the kitchen area. We watched as this employee discreetly injected something into both drinks and food items before calmly exiting through the back door.

"That waiter has a red scarf around her neck," I interrupted. "So you mean…"

"That's right," Daisuke responded. "Raquel used poison to instantly kill anyone in that restaurant." He continued by assigning missions: "Asuka, your immediate task is to complete Kumiko's mission but be aware that Raquel is likely heading to Malaysia. Kobayashi, the same goes for you. You're off to London to meet a SUITs agent regarding something suspicious."

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