#{ I tried Totty with her face not showing like the others but. It just looked better with }

[lovelykei]

Dream big

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Chapter 3

It’s been a while since school started and you had managed to talk to hottie tottie blondie approximately 0 times. Which is about how many times you’ve been able to talk about him too since all Rio can talk about is the horrendous state of the team. It did upset you a little, you had tried to talk to Rio about this newfound crush you had, about how you had never felt like this before. She would immediately change the topic back to volleyball tho so you decided to stop trying. There were more girls who had started coming to practice but most of them had the same position so we were far away from a full team.

Rio had been coming to your classroom to talk about the volleyball team and Tobio had been beating the shrimp (whose name you still don’t know) into submission. Apparently he sucks at volleyball but they had somehow managed to win the little bet the captain had made and were now members of the club. “Eri why don’t we go watch tobios practice today? I want to see the shrimp” Rio exclaimed and brought you back out into reality. “Ehhh..you gonna ask them to join or what” you joked and smirked at Rio. “YOURE A GENIUS” she squealed and ran off, probably to tell Tobio of her plan. Never before did the color drain from your face faster, you rested your forehead on your desk and covered your face with your arms. ‘Oh god what did I do? Why would I say that to that simple minded fool? This is so embarrassing we don’t know anyone in the team’ you sighed again and turned your head so your cheek was resting on the desk

“That’s a lot of sighs back to back Tsukino-san” your eyes met golden honey eyes that were looking straight at you. “I think I accidentally gave my friend a really bad idea, it was a joke but it flew right over her head” you admitted with a half smile. “I hope it goes well then” he smiled and you were 99% sure your heart stopped for a second. His smile was so pretty, similar to a smirk but at the same time it was different. Ever since the first day you had been conscious of the tall blonde that sits next to you in class. Focusing in class had been a challenge when your eyes kept wandering to the seat next to you. Sometimes you’d find him looking back at you with a small almost invisible smile, other times you were able to admire him secretly for a few seconds. “I hope so too” you sighed again but this time it was more playful and light.

-

The second the bell rang Rio was standing outside your classroom. With your volleyball bag in her hand. “I ran from lunch to get our bags so we can get changed” Rio had a bright smile on her face as she was holding your volleyball bag out towards you. “I thought you went to tell Tobio- you want to get changed?” You said nervously. Surely you couldn’t show up to the gym all suited up demanding to join practice, this is too embarrassing even for Rio. But when she smiled like that it was impossible to say no so against your better judgment you decided to follow her lead and accept the shame later. “Hurry let’s go change” she tugged you towards the changing room where the two of you got changed and marched right over to the boys gym. ‘This is the worst joke I ever made why would I say that to this volleyball crazed lunatic?! They’re gonna think we’re so entitled walking up to their practice all dressed and ready’ you were so embarrassed you didn’t even register Rio talking to the captain and dragging you in. “Eri? Rio? You don’t have practice today” Tobio said and walked over with a ball under his arm. “We just asked captain-san if we could join your practice” Rio said proudly and you could see how Tobios eyes were sparkling at the mention of playing together.

The captain was hesitant tho, he thought you would be to distracting for Tanaka and he was worried we wouldn’t be able to keep up which was more than just a little offending. “You think because we’re girls you’d have to go easy on us?” You frowned and looked at the captain. Yea you were embarrassed earlier but when it came to volleyball you were good. You were more than confident in that. “I run laps around your genius setter over there” you huffed and pointed at kageyama. “HAA? You definitely don’t we’re definitely equal” he argued back. You glared at the little liar and got ready to defend your honor when Rio called for a truce. “Let’s settle this at her being just one level above you” Rio said trying to mediate between her two setter friends. The rest of the team was a little shocked to hear that you were even on the same level as kageyama, they were even more shocked when kageyama agreed to the fact that you were just one level higher than him. “Fine” “fine” you turned your heads away from eachother, sulking, or at least you were until those warm honey eyes met yours. Tsukishima was smirking while looking at you which made you straighten up and try to act normal.

‘He totally saw that didn’t he? Oh god he plays volleyball? Well he’s tall ofcourse he plays volleyball. God now I’m mortified. How am I supposed to play volleyball and communicate with someone I’ve already planned my whole life with in my head. Surely they’ll turn us away and we can go’ you were berating yourself mentally when the captain said it was okay for you to join this time. Nothing was going your way today. Anyways the team started warming up and doing some light exercises. You quietly did everything you were supposed to until the silver haired senpai suggested to play a game. “Hey now that there’s 12 of us we could play a game” they started to divide the teams and Rio shoved me to the other team while she went to Tobio’s team. She gave you a funny look you didn’t really understand but you walked towards the team regardless.

( The teams were divided into Kageyama, Hinata, Daichi, Rio, Yamaguchi and ennoshita vs Sugawara, Tsukishima, Tanaka, Kinoshita, Narita and you)

“So this is the bad idea you gave your friend huh?” Tsukishima said as you walked over to his team. “It really was a joke” you sighed but a small smile was still visible on your lips. “Doesn’t seem like it to her” you laughed at his comment as you looked at your two friends sparkling eyes. “They really are hopeless volleyball idiots” you laughed as you looked at your friends fondly. “Are you not?” Tsukishima questioned, finding himself curious about you. “Not anymore I don’t think. I was even thinking of quitting volleyball in high school but I ended up here anyways” you weren’t sure why you opened up so much to him, even telling him how you wanted to quit. “I’m glad you ended up here then” he said right before the makeshift team gathered around you to discuss what positions everyone was gonna play. You could feel your cheeks burning at his comment and although you couldn’t see it his ears were bright red as well.

“Okay so we have 2 centers, two left side spikers and 1 setter! What position do you play Tsukino-san” the silvered hair senpai said. You used to play setter with Rio as your opposite, you even had one of those cool nicknames. That’s what caused the rift between you and your team. They didn’t like being in the shadow which made them pick a fight about everything until it was practically impossible for you and Rio to play with them. You had no intentions to cause a rift with the boys team and you definitely didn’t want to try to take the third years position in his own team. “I’ll play opposite! That’s what missing anyways” you forced a smile but it seemed like they all bought it. “Great! So I’m Sugawara! Introduce yourself boys” he urged the rest of the team to introduce themselves and soon enough the game was starting.

“HEY ERI! ME AND TOBIO ARE GONNA BRING U DOWN” Rio yelled from the other side of the net. She was standing back to back with Tobio who was smirking. Truth is they really riled up your competitive side and now you were determined to not let them win. “Okay team rocket calm down” you replied and laughed at how stupid they looked. You could hear the rest of the team laughing quietly at the scene.

The game started with Tobio serving and he aiming straight at you ofcourse. You picked the ball up and rolled back a little from the impact. Sugawara immediately ran up to set the ball to tanaka who proceeded to slam the ball down and earn you a point. “Kageyama be careful with Tsukino” Yamaguchi said, he was clearly worried. “It’s okay Yamaguchi-kun I served better than that in middle school” you replied playfully. “IM STILL WARMING UP” kageyama complained but it didnt miss your senpais that he didn’t correct you. The game kept going smoothly until Tobio pulled out what was arguably the coolest thing you’ve ever seen. “THAT WAS SO FAST WHAT WAS THAT” Rio exclaimed while looking at Tobio. “Rio- the hopeless shrimp had his goddamn eyes closed” you were stunned at what you had just seen. “Tobio set that ball right into the shrimps hand” you were baffled but you more than anything you were excited. “We have to try that” you and Rio said at the same time. Everybody noticed how even your eyes were sparkling this time. Kageyama was smirking proudly until Hinata started complaining that Kageyama had given him a weird nickname infront of the girls.

After you and Rio calmed down the game proceeded until it was your turn to serve. You loved serving, it was the first thing you got really good at and you were more than confident in your serves. Your team was 4 points ahead so even if you just lightly hit it over it would be okay, honestly hitting a really good serve and have everyone cheer really would feel so good but you were just to scared to go back to how it was in middle school. The mood was too good to be ruined by your selfish need for validation. So you suppressed your urge and decided to just send a soft serve over.

Instead of bumping the serve Tobio just grabbed it and threw it over back to you. “No it’s your turn to serve not ours you idiot” you glared at him and hissed back “That was my serve stupid”. “Yeah I don’t think so, what? you think we can’t take it?” Rio exclaimed. Now everyone on their team was looking at you and you couldn’t tell if they were offended or amused. In an attempt to make things less embarrassing for you, you quickly replied. “Both you and Tobio are in the back line and I wouldn’t want to make you cry but alright if that’s what you want. ‘This means I can do it right? I can just let go and have fun. I’m sure if I do anything less they really will get offended but what if I do it to hard and they tell me it’s just pract-‘ “have fun you hopeless volleyball idiot” Tsukishimas encouraging smile and his quiet words that only you could hear brought you ought of your thoughts and back on the court. You took a a few steps back, bounced the ball and took a deep breath. Throwing the ball in the air and jumping up to meet it like you’d done so many times before. The ball fit perfectly in your hand and with a loud smack it flew right towards Kageyama and landed on the line right next to him. It was silent for a second but before kageyama spoke with a smirk. “You got worse”. “And yet you still couldn’t touch it” you fired back grinning. Honestly you hadn’t even noticed everyone had frozen until they all cheered and laughed. “That was crazy Tsukino” “how did you even do that” “wow” you could hear everyone praising you and you were so happy. In the middle of the commotion you snuck up next to Tsukishima and grinned. “Thank you Tsukishima”.

A/n- here comes another chapter👯‍♀️ I really enjoy writing this series 😳 I’m scared I’m making Tsukishima too soft but I just imagine him actually being nice to his crush😩

[cocovlog]

Bad Boy (Part 1)

Pairing: Karamatsu x Reader

Notes: The song is Bad Boy by Cascada (Kara would definetely have that song in his playlist) | Any pronouns reader :)

Text codes: English | Japanese | Song

That was the first time that you went partying with the sextuplets. Actually, it was most of them's first time, except for Totty.

At first he wasn't very convinced about going out with his brothers, since they would scare away all the cute girls, but he thought that they would be less troublesome with you coming.

"YAY!! PARTY!!" Jyushimatsu was very happy to finally to enter to a disco for the first time and started to run around. "LOOK ICHIMATSU-NIISAN!! SHAPES AND COLOURS!!"

Ichimatsu on the other way was kind of anxious, and the fact that his brother was about to get lost in the middle of the people, wasn't doing good. "Jyushimatsu! Don't go!" He followed him and suddenly they dissapeared in the middle of the multitude.

"IT'S TIME TO IMPRESS... MY KARAMATSU GIRLS AND BOYS" Before he could end the phrase, Karamatsu already had taken off his jacket and exposed his shiny fashion in the middle of the place.

"UUHG I WANT BEER!!" Osomatsu screamed.

"I'm just... out of here" Totty took a look on you and his brothers before starting to look around for interesting people.

Choromatsu approached you for a second and spoke "I'm going to get those two, make sure that Shittymatsu and Osomatsu don't move away" And with that, another sextuplet got lost in the crew.

You looked around since they seemed to left you abandoned in the middle of the place. You saw Osomatsu approaching a group of girls, and Karamatsu following.

"I wish he tried to impress me..." You thought. You and the sextuplets had been friends for a while, and among them you really found Karamatsu interesting.

Interesting, cute, talented, handsome... you liked him... a lot!

You decided to follow Oso and Kara to the bar and ordered a Cola. You'd better be sober to carry these guys home.

You could see them drinking and talking to these girls right next to you. One of them seemed kind of comfortable about Osomatsu's attitude. The other was playing some games on her phone, not even paying attention to the duo.

"I have to go home" The girl on the phone spoke, and then left. Her friend was really interested in the oldest neet, even though he was showing his usual personality.

Karamatsu on the other way seemed comfortable about being there, but didn't flirt as much as you thought he would. He didn't flirt. Was this guy ok...? Maybe he just saw the signals... "Would you like to come home with me?" This girl spoke and Osomatsu's eyes really were shining at the moment. "YES! I MEAN-! Yes~" Moments later they were out of the place, and you thought that you heard Osomatsu screaming of happiness through the door.

You laughed a little and took a sip of the drink. Then looked at your side to find Karamatsu playing with his hands and looking at you. He was smiling. "So, how's the night honey? Not as good as you thought?" "No, no. Really, it's great, I wish we could get out like this more" You smiled at him in return. "Even if your brothers get all lost in the pub, haha" Karamatsu looked at you and then looked away to the barista, trying to hide a blush. "A zero-alcohol beer, please" You were surprised about him not drinking alcohol, and he noticed. "I'm not letting you carry these neets home alone tonight, my dear". Then he smiled to you. And you got lost in him once again. "Um... I was thinking..." You put your drink in the table. "What about if we... you know, you always keep an eye on your brothers and on me, you need to take a break Kara... uhm... I mean... would you like to dance with me?" You offered him a hand, which he gladly took. And then kissed. You could feel your face burning, and you were wishing that the lights made it difficult to tell. "Of course, my dear, it would be a pleasure".

The japanese song that was playing turned into one of your favourite songs, 'Bad Boy' by Cascada. At the moment you leaped a little and screamed "Oh! I love this song!" Karamatsu laughed a little about your reaction and aoproached to you "Me too! It's my favourite of all times!" Then he started singing at the song's rythm.

Remember the feelings

Remember the day

My stone heart was breaking

My love ran away

And then you replied.

This moment I knew I would be someone else

My love turned around and I felt

You both took your hands and sang louder.

Be my bad boy be my man

Be my weekend lover

But don't be my friend

You can be my bad boy

But understand

That I don't need you in my life again

At the moment you both realised that you were holding eachother's hands you retired them inmediately, and then looked at eachother, looking for signs of disconfort.

Karamatsu offered his hand to you once again and smiled. You could feel him getting closer to you... or was it your imagination?

You both spent the following hours dancing and singing to the tunes, not worrying about the rest of the world, smiling, sweating and blushing hard, not knowing if by the heat or the crush. And again, he seemed so close to you, milimeters away, but he looked so nervous.

"What's wrong Kara?" He stood silent, and approached to you slowly, almost brushing your lips. Before that could happen, a certain green brother of his interrupted your bussiness.

"I just *hiccup* found these fools fooling around *hiccup* you know-" Choromatsu returned next to both of you. He drank too much. Behind him a drunk Ichimatsu stood holding a more drunk Jyushimatsu's hand, just for him not to run away from them. "I WANT PART-T-T-T-Y!!" Jyusimatsu exclaimed. "I want to go homeeee..." Ichimatsu cried.

"It seems that our night ends in this moment, my honey" Karamatsu took your hand and kissed it, acting as nothing else happened a moment ago. And with that, he took Jyushimatsu in his arms. "We should better go home my burazzas, you all need some rest".

In the way back home you both stood in silence, exchanging a few looks as wou walked. On the contrary, the other sextuplets were speaking and babling about nothing. "Oh no, we left Totty!" "Totty knows how to take care of himself..." "And Osomatsu-niisan" "Ugh, if we're lucky he won't return" You couldn't understand clearly what they were saying, but Karamatsu smiled a little from time to time during their discussion.

Once you arrived the Matsuno house, Karamatsu asked you to stay on the entrance. "Let me leave them upstairs my dear, and then I'll escort you home" Next you could hear was some small 'shhh' and 'goodnight (Y/N)-chan'.

Your mind was rushing a because if the idea. You? And him? Alone? Again? You couldn't stop thinking about the moment in which he almost kissed you a few hours before. Should you take the lead and confess? Would it make him uncomfortable? Maybe he was just being nice...? "Nice? He was about to kiss you dummy!" You murmured and hit your head softly. A moment later Karamatsu went downstairs. "Shall we go, my Karamatsu (girl/boy/nb)?" You shook your head in agreement, and then you both left.

[whumpmatsus]

28 Kara is cute, one would say too cute to suffer. Not me. Maybe fic where he is feeling really sick, but being the quiet one he is forgotten for a while? Or something. Pls and thanks.

haha, nobody is EVER too cute to suffer here! including precious baby 18!Kara~ <3

I had fun with this, I hope you like it! c:

-

It’s pouring rain when the rest of the sextuplets come to walk Karamatsu home from the train station, and he doesn’t want to go out in it.

Today’s drama club meeting wasn’t a very good one. The teacher leading it got focused on the two lead actors for the play which the club is showing tomorrow night, because they were both fighting and at each other’s throats. Most of the others ignored Karamatsu in favor of being on their phones or reading magazines or running lines while the teacher was busy with the leads.

Finally, in a twist that puts the cherry on the horrible meeting sundae, despite the fact that he’s playing a small part, Karamatsu messed up his own lines every single time. The others were so irritated with him, he wished the floor would just swallow him up.

Usually he’s so good with acting. It’s something he’s passionate about and enjoys and takes pride in. Today… it’s not that he’s nervous about the production. It’s that he just feels awful.

He’s been tired since he woke up, he’s warm and clammy at the same time, his throat is scratchy, he keeps coughing and sneezing, and any part of his body that doesn’t have a specific complaint is simply achy. Mommy noticed that he wasn’t feeling well when she sent them all to school, but he begged her not to keep him home, and since he didn’t have a fever this morning, she let him go.

There’s… definitely a fever running through him now, though. He thought for sure his brothers would notice and maybe ask him if there was anything they could do; instead, he’s been behaving so normally as far as they’re concerned, with his quiet nature and tendency to cry over small things, that not a single one of them has picked up on it.

On top of everything else, he forgot his umbrella. It was supposed to be sunny today, so he had to walk from school to the train without one, and now when he gets out of the station, he has to go out into the rain with barely any protection.

Although he’s crying by the time he reaches his brothers, it blends in pretty well with the rain.

Thankfully, all his brothers are carrying umbrellas, so he huddles under Osomatsu’s and presses himself against his older brother’s side. Osomatsu immediately accommodates him, pulling Karamatsu in to get dry. “Hey, bro! Geez, you’re shaking like a leaf. Sorry you didn’t have your umbrella!” He chuckles and tousles Karamatsu’s hair. “That’s what you get for picking a nerd hobby that’s right after school so you don’t have time to go home and get anything.”

“Don’t listen to him, Kara ― your hobby is just fine,” Choromatsu hums. He’s busy trying to entertain Totty, who’s doing his damnedest to attach himself to Choromatsu’s hip. “Now, guys, it’s raining out here, so can we please go home and get some tea? If we stay out here much longer, we’re gonna catch colds, and I do not want to be sick for graduation.”

Jyushimatsu scoffs. “That’s still two weeks away. We’d be fine, dumbass.”

Choromatsu’s face turns bright red. “W-well, if you’re fine getting sick regardless, you can go jump in the puddles for all I care!”

A smile briefly flashes across the second youngest’s face. “Really??” And just like that, he’s back to looking constantly angry. “Naaah… that shit’s for babies!”

They all begin to walk, and Ichimatsu shakes his head. “Ah, Karamatsu-nii-san… some of my friends wanted to come see that play tomorrow. What time does it start, again?”

“U-uh.” Karamatsu sniffles a few times, nuzzling against Osomatsu’s shoulder. “7 P.M. for the first one. Then there’s another showing at… at 8:30. I… don’t know if I’m… going to go, though.”

“What??” Choromatsu frowns as the six of them stop for the crosswalk. “You’ve never had stage fright before. You’ll be fine once you get up on the stage.”

“I don’t know, Choro…”

“Oh, come on, Kara-nii-san. Don’t cry like that… you made a commitment! You don’t wanna let your club down, right?”

Karamatsu reaches up to try and wipe the tears away. Not only is it kind of ineffective because his rain-soaked bangs keep dripping down his face, his hand keeps brushing against parts of his acne as he tries, which is painful. “Y-yeah, but…”

Osomatsu gives his little brother a squeeze that he thinks is supposed to be reassuring. It’s a bit rough, though. “No ‘but’s unless you’re grabbing a girl’s butt, Kara! You got this! You’ve done this shit before and totally nailed it. You usually don’t have too many lines, anyway, so it’s not that bad, is it?”

God, he should have a little more backbone. He should be able to say things decisively and not just fall silent when his brothers push him like this. Actually, if he just managed to say outright that he’s sick, they wouldn’t even be saying anything like this stuff. Right now they just think it’s pre-curtain jitters, which happens, which they can usually shake him out of because they know he loves acting.

Funnily enough, even though he doesn’t have much of a spine himself, this crappy cold of his evidently thinks this is the perfect time to speak up. The congestion he’s been fighting blossoms into something insistent that he can’t ignore, and he quickly ducks his face down between his hands.

“― Hh’DSHH! Hah’DTchh! Hd’TCHHuu! Ahh’DTSCHhhoo!”

A volley of coughs rides on the tail end of the last sneeze, so much that he can barely get a breath in. Each one makes his all-over soreness sharpen for a second, unbearable pinpricks of pain across his whole body. The coughs make something in his chest crackle and it hurtsand suddenly he’d pulled into a protective hug.

Part of him wishes he could just pull away. The part of him that wants to lean into the contact wins out, allowing him to nestle into his older brother’s chest as he continues to cough.

“Shit, Karamatsu!” Osomatsu starts rubbing his little brother’s back in an attempt to help break up the fit. “The fuck, man? That sounds nasty. You coming down with something?”

Karamatsu can feel the others hovering closer, murmuring in concern among themselves. The coughs finally taper off and he scrubs at his eyes, no matter how much it hurts, even as more tears start to bubble up. “Y-yeah… I woke up sick…”

“What??” Choromatsu sounds almost like he’s been betrayed or something. “You should have stayed home! Ah… wait… wait, you walked all the way to the station from school in the rain when you already have a cold? That’s a great way to end up with a sinus infection or pneumonia! Shit, we gotta get you home…”

“Sorry…” Karamatsu manages to croak out, followed by more sniffles. Thanks to the cold air and the sneezing, his nose has started running again. “U-uh… does anyone have tissues…? I used all mine already…”

Ichimatsu starts to dig around in his pockets. “Yeah, I think I have some.”

As he hands over a small pack to his older brother, Osomatsu gives a protective squeeze. “Hey, Choro, don’t blame Karamatsu for all this. He should have said something, sure, but it’s not all on him here. We should have noticed something was up. Right? We’re his brothers.”

Karamatsu lets out a small whine of protest, pressing a tissue over his nose. It would have been nice for them to notice, but… it’s not like it’s their job. They don’t owe it to him to pay attention to him. “I-it’s not your fault…”

Before anyone else can say a word, Totty lets go of Choromatsu and darts over to circle his arms around Karamatsu’s waist. He’s sort of wedging himself between Karamatsu and Osomatsu, pretty clearly wanting to be with both of them. “Ah! We love you, Karamatsu-nii-chan!! We’ll take good care of you!”

“… Yeah,” Choromatsu chuckles. He reaches over to pat Karamatsu’s back. “I’m sorry we weren’t paying enough attention to notice you weren’t feeling well. But we’re gonna get you home and tucked into bed. And I’m sure Mom will call the drama club teacher to tell her you can’t perform tomorrow night.”

Jyushimatsu hums, and he appears to be trying very hard not to smile wide like he wants to do. “We’re probably all gonna catch it, right?”

Ichimatsu chuckles softly. “Yeah, that’s what usually happens.”

“So… we can go stomp in puddles, right? Since we’re gonna get sick anyway?”

“No, no, no,” Choromatsu immediately speaks up, “no stomping in puddles! We have to get Kara home!”

Of course, it’s too late. Jyushimatsu has run off ahead of them all, launching himself into every puddle he can find, his face switching between an irritated scowl and a borderline maniacal grin.

Totty’s still clinging to Karamatsu, snuggling against his shoulder. “We’ll all get to be sick together! That means we get to stay home from school for a couple days. We can sleep and watch movies and have a big cuddle puddle.”

Choromatsu sighs. “As long as we don’t miss the commencement ceremony, that’s okay. I guess the last few weeks of our senior year don’t matter too much with regard to schoolwork, anyway. Especially since we’re already adults.”

Another few coughs are muffled against Osomatsu’s chest, prompting everyone to give a brief stroke to Karamatsu’s back or hair. “Well, before we catch it,” Osomatsu says, “we’ve gotta get this geek home and throw his ass in bed. He’s really warm… feels like his skin’s gonna burn his clothes up. C’mon, Kara. We’ll get you wrapped up in a blanket, then maybe I can help Mom make some kayu to make you feel better.”

“Mm…” Well. That does sound pretty good. “… W-with umeboshi on top?”

“Yeah, sure! Whatever you want! And Choro can make some tea, Totty can pick out a movie, Ichi can get a cold cloth for your forehead, and Jyushi…” Osomatsu blinks and peers out where their fifth eldest is… way ahead of them. “What can Jyushi do?”

Choromatsu blows out a slow, frustrated breath. “… Stay out of the way??”

Totty giggles. “He can be the bodyguard! We’ll station him outside the room, and if any of Ichimatsu-nii-chan’s friends come by to try and take Ichimatsu-nii-chan away, Jyushi-nii-chan will scare them off!”

“Hey, yeah! That’s a good idea, Totty!”

“What? Why do you want to scare my friends away?”

“Because Karamatsu-nii-chan’s sick! They can’t drag you off somewhere when your big brother needs you! That’d be mean.”

“A-ah, hahahah… he’d be fine without me, but… I can just say no! We don’t need Jyushi to scare them away.”

“We miiiiiiight! At least, it would be funny!”

Karamatsu offers a tiny laugh, which quickly turns into another couple of coughs. He puts a weak arm around Totty and wonders how he’s going to keep his eyes open for the rest of the walk home. He thinks they’re not too far away, though.

“Thanks, guys… this… this might not be such a bad day after all…”

[osomagine-san]

Matsu bro’s dealing with the death of their S/O? How would they cope?

Well, we already know that Osomatsu has some mild problems with dissociation. 

They probably skyrocket after his S/O dies-- they made him feel like he was a real person, not the “default” sextuplet. They helped him realize so many things about himself and grow, and he couldn’t picture himself without them. He jumps back and forth between going back to how he was before you-- nosing in on his brothers’ lives and trying to insert himself as much as possible-- and shutting himself alone in a room for days on end without contacting anyone.

It’s primarily Choromatsu and Todomatsu that help him snap out of it the most. Todomatsu has a no-nonsense and cutthroat approach, which forces Osomatsu to be honest while he talks about how alone he feels even in a room with his brothers, and how he hates that he’s gone back to who he was before without you, but he just doesn’t know how to act anymore, and he’s so tired. Choromatsu provides a surprising amount of emotional support, and lets his oldest brother cry a bit on his shoulder. He suggests that Osomatsu maybe see a therapist about this, and Todomatsu has the connections to set that up. 

He’d hurt a lot at first, but he’d eventually be okay. He probably wouldn’t seek out another proper S/O for at least a long time, but he has needs. He knows that you wouldn’t want it to hold him back forever, so he does his best not to let that happen.

Karamatsu is rather lost, but he’s quick to realize that he’s better for having known his S/O. He’s a bit more self-confident in a real way, embracing his dorkier side and using English half as a joke and half because he just likes it.

It’s hard at first, because he keeps reaching out for their hand only to find that they’re not there. He checks his voicemails, hoping that they’ll have called to explain why they aren’t around, but there’s nothing there. His brothers tread a little too lightly around him, and that upsets him, too. He just wants things to go back to normal, but “normal” is different. The change is hard, too.

He ends up mumbling to you under his breath every so often. When his brothers are rude to him, a small, “[S/O’s name], are you hearing this?” before he sticks up for himself. It’s really hard at first, but he can look back on the time they spent together and tell people (mainly Chibita, while drunk and rambling) how great his S/O was before they were taken from him.

It’s not very noticeable, at first, how Choromatsu grieves, but it soon becomes apparent that he’s a lot more particular. He keeps the house immaculate, cleaning over and over and over and never letting his mind rest for even a second. He somehow, finally, manages to land a job-- he isn’t coming off as over-eager because he’s trying not to let his mind wander.

It isn’t any particular moment that triggers the sudden breakdown in front of his brothers. They were just talking, and Choromatsu didn’t have enough to do with his hands while they did, but his face was suddenly wrinkled up with tears liberally pouring. He tries to apologize to his brothers, because of course he would only break down when all of them were present. Of course something like this couldn’t happen when he was alone, again, in bed, waiting to fall asleep.

“I feel like it’s my fault,” he cries. For not being there with them. For not knowing sooner. For making it to the hospital too late. Not saying goodbye; not being good enough, yet, for God to decide that he deserved someone like them, and taking them away to punish him. He can’t articulate this, because he knows it doesn’t make any logical sense-- but feelings don’t very often, do they?

A lot of the brothers breathe a sigh of relief when he starts to cry-- they were worried about him. They could all tell that he was bottling up his feelings, but they’re glad that he’s letting them out, now. They’re there for him. They’ll make fun of him a little bit, but when they do, he smiles a bit. That’s just how his brothers are.

It takes a while for Ichimatsu to be found after his S/O dies. He ran away from home, and lived on the streets with the alley cats for almost a month. He was bone-thin when he came home, with the darkest bags anyone had seen on him.

It was actually, surprisingly, Iyami that convinced him to go back home. There were a lot of motivations behind it, such as, as soon as Ichimatsu started living on the streets, a lot of the garbage food became much more scarce; and Ichimatsu was always so depressing-looking, it really brought down the already-sad vibe of underneath the bridge. Either way, the surprising wisdom that Iyami held came in the form of laughter.

“It’s my fault...” Ichimatsu had been saying, to finish up his story. “I should have been there... they were my S/O, and I couldn’t even...”

It was then that Iyami burst out laughing.

“Why are you laughing?!” Ichimatsu drew more into himself. He needed some sympathy, but he should have known better than to confide his truest feelings in someone like him...

“How could you possibly think that?!” Iyami responded. Tears poured from his eyes-- this was so funny to him. “How could you think that [S/O’s name]’s death was because you didn’t do something?!” He calmed himself down, wiping tears from his eyes, but couldn’t stop the occasional snicker. “How would you have known that would even have stopped it from happening? Karamatsu, you’re stupider than I thought.”

“I’m Ichimatsu.”

What a horrible way to phrase something like that, he thought. But the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. Somehow, it was exactly what he needed to hear to face his family, again.

The next morning, the few things he’d had with him were packed away and gone.

It wasn’t the first time Jyushimatsu had lost a S/O, but by god, was it the worst. The sunshine boy had little sun left in him-- it had turned into a raging fire. His high school self would be envious.

Despite the newfound and juvenile anger he now held, he found that he no longer had an outlet for it. Everything reminded him of his S/O, and unfortunately, that included baseball. He spent his pent-up energy breaking things. It started small with glasses, plates, vases; Matsuyo chastised him for this, which only made him feel worse and angrier. He knocked them over onto the ground, like a cat, but sometimes when he just needed to feel something, he would use a little more force. Nothing particularly scary-- it became an annoyance after a while.

Of course, he would never hurt anybody. It came close, though, when he came into a confrontation with Choromatsu (who was sick and tired of checking the floor for glass shards before walking anywhere). Todomatsu stuck up for Choromatsu, saying that they wouldn’t take being bullied anymore. They all got it, he was upset, but the way he’d been handling it was totally unhealthy. He needed to get help or get out. A vase flew right past Todomatsu’s head, not because it had been thrown at him, but because it had been thrown at all. Todomatsu’s front came crumbling down, and he started crying.

“Get your shit together.” Choromatsu glowered, and the glare shot through Jyushimatsu.

That was when Jyushimatsu also started crying. He almost hurt someone-- he’d almost hurt his little brother! How could he do that? It was absolutely the first time he had ever come close to hurting someone, and he never, ever, ever, wanted it to happen again.

Totty muttered something snide about how crying wouldn’t get him out of this situation, but Matsuyo came running. She watched her baby boy, her happy Jyushimatsu, turn angry and act out. Hearing him cry triggered all of her motherly instincts and she held him tightly. She wouldn’t take his breaking things sitting down, but she knew why he was upset and didn’t know how to help him get better.

As a family, the eight of them sat down and talked about how they could better support Jyushimatsu during this difficult time. And slowly, Jyushimatsu got back to smiling and swinging his bat in the park again-- starting and ending with a few small words to honour you before getting to it.

[TW: Mentions of suicidal thoughts. Also I’m so sorry that this one is so much longer than the others-- my Todomatsu Boy is showing ;;]

Two-faced Todomatsu, on the outside, seemed like he refused to accept your death. When his brothers, or anyone, asked about his S/O, he pretended like he had no idea who they were talking about. Sometimes he’d let small things slip like, “They sound really cute... Maybe you’d set me up?”, but otherwise, radio silence from him about it. Even his sleep didn’t seem to be too disturbed.

The first hint to getting through to him about the incident was the fact that Choromatsu noticed that he was no longer being woken up at night to help Todomatsu to the bathroom. When Choromatsu brought it up, the other four said that they hadn’t been asked, either.

The second was that suddenly, Todomatsu was always on his phone, and never let his brothers peer over his shoulder. Him and Osomatsu used to often watch videos online, and that was a habit that Todomatsu not only cut out, but pretended as though it never happened in the first place.

The third was that he started leaving the house less and less. He stopped going to mixers with Atsushi (to the point he even came over to their house to see if he was alright), and gradually started doing less and less until he pretty much never left the house.

It went on for months like this. Soon, most dropped the idea that there was something wrong with Todomatsu. Other than those behaviours, he was acting totally normal, if not a little bit stir-crazy.

Osomatsu caught him one night, though. Todomatsu had tossed and turned a while in their futon, and eventually gave up sleeping and got up and went to the bathroom. Osomatsu hadn’t gotten any sleep at all, and suddenly remembered that Todomatsu used to always ask for help with that. He kind of assumed that he’d started holding it overnight, but clearly that wasn’t the case.

Osomatsu followed Todomatsu quietly, and leaned his ear up against the closed bathroom door.

“...[S/O’s name]?” A sniffle. “I hope your day was good. I didn’t leave the house, again. I... I know I should, I know you want me to, but I can’t, yet. I don’t know when I’ll be able to. I’m sorry.” His voice broke as he continued. “I miss you so much. I hope I get to see you again, soon. I’ve been thinking about it again... I don’t think I’ll do it, but who can tell the future?” A sob. “I miss you so much. I wish you were here. I wish we were together.” He cried for a while, to himself. Even Osomatsu felt like he was intruding. With a sniffle, Todomatsu finished. “...Okay, well... I won’t keep you any longer, tonight. Have a good sleep, wherever you are, okay? Goodnight. I love you.” Aishiteru.

Osomatsu should have left. He felt intensely like he should never have heard that, and he was aware that if even he knew that, then maybe all the more so. Todomatsu remained in the bathroom for a few more minutes-- Osomatsu heard the sink running a bit-- before he stepped out.

The eldest sextuplet had been frozen in place, so he was right up close to the door. The pair stared at each other for a long time.

“O-Osomatsu-niisan...” Todomatsu said quietly. His tone was indecipherable.

“Todomatsu.”

The pair of them didn’t speak, but moved silently together. Neither of them really knew what the other wanted, but they found themselves sitting on the roof, together.

Osomatsu didn’t quite know what to say. He wasn’t any good at this kind of thing... Literally any of their other brothers would be better off in this position, or would be able to say something helpful right then.

“Did you... How much did you hear?” Todomatsu finally asked. His voice was barely louder than a whisper.

“All of it,” Osomatsu replied. Totty flinched back at that. “Or, um, none of it. I just had to take a dump.” 

Another silence passed between them. It was like the pair of them were sharing a mind, because they both were thinking, That was a stupid-ass thing to say.

The silence went on for so long, that eventually Todomatsu stood.

“We should get back inside before they notice,” he said. He grinned at his oldest brother the way he always does.

“Is that why we don’t watch together, anymore?” Osomatsu asked. This was probably his only shot at seeing Todomatsu so real, right now.

Todomatsu’s face fell, and he sat back down.

“You don’t... want me to see... the voicemails?” His voice comes and goes as he tries to puzzle it out.

“No, I just... I mean, yes, that’s part of it.” The wind blows through their hair. The night is completely quiet, as if it, too, was waiting for Todomatsu’s heart to pour. “I don’t want... to be seen. I don’t want you to see what I’m doing, or what I’m watching, or who I’m following or who’s following me. I just want something all to myself. I want me all to myself. Not that you could ever understand that.”

They talked for a while. Though his voice wavered, Todomatsu didn’t cry. The topic of conversation started at that night and ranged through the skies and the heavens before making its way back down to Earth. Todomatsu didn’t really say how he was feeling, but Osomatsu offered his ear if he ever needed to talk.

“And I mean it,” he said, “say the word and I’m there. I’ll lose one hundred thousand dollars at pachinko if you need me.”

“No, don’t do that!” Todomatsu shoved him playfully. “If you’ve got that much money in pachinko, I can wait!”

“Nope, if you need me, I can be drowning in the middle of the ocean, but if you need me, I’ll cut that shit right out and I will be there.”

“You’re so mushy tonight, Osomatsu-niisan!” Todomatsu laughed, something real that he hadn’t heard in a while.

“So are you!”

They laughed a bit, together.

“But seriously. If you need me, I’m there. This is not a request. Got it?”

Todomatsu laughed a bit. “Got it.”

[pxchinko-addict]

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Contrary to belief, Osomatsu does care about his family immensely. There are several ways that he expresses this, but they’re typically subtle. I’m going to put these headcanons under a ‘Read More’, as I’m probably going to get carried away. I apologize in advance, but people really need to recognize how much this shitty NEET actually does for his brothers. Where Karamatsu provides them all with physical needs, and bends over backwards for them, Osomatsu proves them all with emotional support and is extremely subtle about it.

Family is something that’s important to Osomatsu, despite him acting like a shit most of the time. No matter how much he fights with his brothers, they are still his family. He does love them, he just isn’t good at communicating it. When he called them his ‘enemies’, I don’t think he meant that he despised them. I’ll be frank; I don’t think any of the brothers hate one another. They lived at poverty-level, so the boys had to work for what they wanted. Since there were six of them, they always needed to compete with one another for things. That’s something that continues to happen to this day. Sadly enough, they’ve come to resent one another.

ICHIMATSU: The way he expresses caring for Ichimatsu is probably the most obvious. He is constantly mentioning how worried he is about him. He isn’t sure whether he’ll make it on his own and that concerns him. Whenever his brother acts more positively, Osomatsu will often encourage that. At the same time, he realizes that Ichimatsu should make his own choices. That was what we saw with ESP Kitty. He knew that Ichi needed to decide for himself whether having friends was important to him. It was something that couldn’t be forced onto him. That was why he stopped Choromatsu from insisting they continue searching. Osomatsu felt that it had to be Ichimatsu’s choice. Then, there’s the episode ‘Ichimatsu Incident’, where Ichimatsu wears Karamatsu’s clothes. It is heavily implied that Oso knows which brother he’s looking at. Considering he's a sextuplet, and has lived with his siblings his entire life, we can assume that is the case. For whatever reason, and I think it’s because he didn’t want to humiliate Ichimatsu, he pretends that he doesn’t recognize him.

KARAMATSU: Another rather obvious display. He is always giving Karamatsu emotional support. Especially when Karamatsu questions himself. Osomatsu has said things like: ‘You wouldn’t be you if you weren’t painful.’ Basically, that’s him telling his brother to be himself. Who cares what anyone else thinks? If you’re happy with yourself, that’s all that matters.

JYUSHIMATSU: Their relationship warms my heart. Do I really have to say what episode Osomatsu shows his caring side towards Jyushimatsu? Jyushimatsu falls in love. It was Osomatsu that mentioned the brothers needed to support their sibling. It was Osomatsu who told Jyushimatsu that he should say goodbye to the women he loved, even though she had rejected him. In fact, it’s hinted that Jyushimatsu’s crush was in a porn magazine. We see Osomatsu enter the room in the next scene, looking serious, and telling his brother he had something to tell him. Perhaps, and I’m speculating this, he didn’t want to hurt his brother. So, instead, he said: ‘How dare you get a girlfriend before me?’ He didn’t have the heart to break the news to him. Also, them messing around together in the movie was really freaking adorable like??

CHOROMATSU: This is where it begins to become subtle. I personally headcanon that Osomatsu resents the third born brother. ( There is plenty of evidence supporting this. He and Choromatsu are the ones we see getting into the most physical fights. ) He doesn’t hate him, but he is incredibly envious. Choro really turned himself around. He used to be Oso’s partner-in-crime, but for whatever reason, he grew out of that. That left Osomatsu feeling betrayed and left behind. Still, he does care about him, despite his feelings. We do see him being supportive. Whenever Choromatsu starts to really stress about their future, Osomatsu reminds him that they still have plenty of time.

TODOMATSU: There isn’t much relationship-building between the two, unfortunately, which is incredibly frustrating. Of all the five brothers, I think Totty desperately needs it. He really does need to be informed that he belongs just as much as the other sextuplets do. Unfortunately, we don’t get to see that. There are small instances where Oso attempts to reach out, but they don’t go anywhere. I think it stems from Oso rejecting Totty in the movie. When Totty asks Oso what’s going to happen to them in the future, Oso replies with, ‘Why do I care?’ then walks away. I think that really stuck with him. Until that point, Totty believed that he could rely on his big brothers for anything. I think that was such a slap to his face, that it contributed to his coldness as an adult. Whenever one of the brothers, Oso particularly, attempts to reach out, Totty becomes infuriated with them. He felt like they turned their backs on him. Why on earth would they try to console him as an adult, when they failed when he needed them most? ( And since Oso was the most blatant about it well... yeah. )

MATSUYO: Can I just say how much I love Matsuyo? She puts up with so much shit from her sons. I adore the episodes where the boys step up and do chores for her. I particularly love the scene where she tries to help Oso with the dishes and he stops her. That was so heart-touching. Another scene I love is when the brothers are all fighting. Their mother becomes visibly upset, Oso notices this, and tells them all to stop fighting.

MATSUZO: Um, hello?? We desperately need more of the NEETs interacting with their father, please. He is such a good father and it is unfortunate we don’t get to witness more of his struggles. He literally does so much for them that it hurts. The poor guy is overworked. ( As in, he never gets a break. He can’t take a break, because otherwise, his family would go hungry. ) He doesn’t get paid very well, either. It was such a nice feeling, when their father went to the hospital, and the boys finally realized how hard their father worked. Oso especially took it hard. I don’t think I need to say anything more, as Osomatsu was quite obvious about how he felt when his father was hospitalized.

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I watched: The Night Manager

I find spy stuff a bit difficult really. It’s so smug - long, indulgently complicated stories chock-full of smart men in smart suits drinking man-drinks like whisky or martinis, surveilling each other out of the corners of their eyes, skulking around the charming alleyways of some architecturally opulent urban space. No one is ever insecure in a spy story; no one ever has a moment where they’re at a loss for words; no one ever has acne or eats a burger or even drinks a latte, because the only coffee appropriate for a spy story has to be something tight and elegant like an espresso. Oh, and very few people in these stories are ever female, fat (unless they’re evil) or gay (unless they’re evil).

Of course, this is all completely endemic to the genre. Asking for a spy thriller without these qualities would be like asking for a Judd Apatow comedy without a bunch of scruffy beardy blokes. But like - it’s 2021 now, and you’d think we would be gradually nearing the point where we were ready to retire all the tiresome, difficult stuff about the genre and do something new and interesting with it. Alas, The Night Manager has proved to me that we are nowhere near this possible future.

Don’t get me wrong, this is an enjoyable, easy show if you don’t think about it too much. It’s polished, gorgeous to look at and the basic plot revolving around illegal arms trading in the Middle East is absorbing, albeit a little toothless (for all the action and violence in the Middle East scenes we never really engage on any level with the human impact of this nefarious trade, besides one anecdote which never really lands). Tom Hiddleston and Hugh Laurie are both, predictably, also amazing in this show. Tom Hiddleston is perfect as a hotel manager; his earnest, twinkly-eyed politeness fits perfectly in the luxury hotels his character glides through, just as his luxury suits and luxury face suit the luxury décor. Then, as a secret services mole amongst gangsters, he is perfect again, charming everyone into smitten trust with a gleaming smile as they fall into the glacier-blue lagoons of his eyes, barely noticing him surreptitiously gathering all their secrets.

Hugh Laurie is as charismatic and sinister as a cartoon devil and makes for a terrific villain, fiercely dedicated to chewing the scenery at every opportunity. It is unclear to me why they chose to give him a sortof shabby Friar Tuck haircut for the role, but perhaps he is doing a Harrison Ford and just exerting his Great Actor Famepower to refuse to undergo any kind of personal grooming before a scene.

But yeah. Every time I was enjoying it, the dang show did something to ruin it. Firstly it was the ‘Bond women’. Sure, stunningly beautiful and sexually inviting women are a staple of this genre, and this show tries its best to show good faith by making sure that the stunningly beautiful and sexually inviting women in this instance have some kind of personality and plot relevance. It’s a pathetic effort at best. The first gorgeous woman chivvies the plot along for all of two minutes before flinging her fabulous self at Tom Hiddlestone and being a charming bedfellow just long enough for him to be distraught when he discovers her moments later in a pool of her own blood. Ahh, yes, a classic Woman in Refrigerator - gosh, I haven’t seen one of those employed with such efficiency in quite some time. Despite barely knowing her, Tom Hiddlestone is so devastated that he moves into some kind of massive concrete bunker right at the top of a Swiss Alpine mountain (what IS that house, dude!?!? Do you live in a weather monitoring facility?) and eventually agrees to become an agent for the secret services - which of course presents even more opportunities for some top totty.

The other stunningly beautiful woman in this show is in a relationship with the baddie played by Hugh Laurie, even though the two of them don’t so much have an age gap as an age chasm. She is called ‘Jed’, and she truly is only here for the camera to make long, indulgent pans up her svelte legs and delicate back. The show leaps at any opportunity to show a bit of her boob and at one point she fully disrobes and walks slowly and teasingly into the sea, pointing her arse right at Tom Hiddlestone, in order to make a point about living a carefree life. All the personal details about this woman are arbitrary - she has a kid that she never gets to see, I guess, and like she’s kind of suspicious of her boyfriend the arms dealer or whatever, but the show refuses to waste any time giving these story points any more than a cursory glance. Jed is a hollow, objectified character whose clothes fall off at the slightest jostle.

And then there’s the other thing. The torture thing. What is up with these spy shows? And how the only thing they love more than sexy women is the spectacle of sexy women being battered, tortured and lying dead in revealing poses? Just like her predecessor, poor Jed barely gets to do anything interesting or even proactive before she is ‘found out’ and we have to endure a really queasy scene where she’s being beaten up and repeatedly almost-drowned for her treachery. As her sore, blue-purple face is thrust over and over again into the brimming bathtub and she thrashes for air, her naked breast dangles out of her top in a tactless mush of raunchy objectification and vicarious misogyny. It’s one of the most troubling things I have witnessed on telly in a good while.

Okay - there is one other woman in this show. Olivia Coleman plays the head of this secret service operation, and she is written as a fierce, ambitious agent who knows exactly what she’s doing. Oh, and she’s pregnant, so I guess we’re doing Fargo too, a bit? For the entirety of the programme, which seems to span several months, she appears to be at the end of her third trimester. No one ever asks her when she’ll be going on maternity leave and who will take over this spy operation when that happens. As part of the final showdown, she travels to the Middle East, stalks around a hotel filled with murderous gangsters, shoots people in the knee and hides from even more murderous gangsters WHILE SEEMINGLY MOMENTS AWAY FROM HER FIRST CONTRACTION.

Essentially this woman’s pregnancy is a decorative character quirk, like having an eyepatch or an eccentric moustache. The story doesn’t let the character engage with her pregnancy in any human sense: and sure, the logistics of being pregnant is not exactly thrilling espionage content, but then why bother doing it at all? Leave her unpregged, and let her run around with guns to her heart’s content, or do it properly, and engage with interesting ideas of how we see and define modern motherhood; how we see pregnant women as vulnerable and in need of protection rather than being the protectors; how a woman’s career clashes and harmonises with her biological fate to be the child-bearer. Fargo did all that stuff effortlessly. Watch Fargo. The film, not the telly programme.

I also feel that it’s worth pointing out that this character was a man in the book, which makes it pretty clear that she was the hail-mary gesture to preempt any complaints that the only female main characters are bland eye-candy.

I have one last complaint. Remember that thing I said at the beginning about how the only gay characters allowed in this genre have to be evil? Well yeah, stamp that one on your bingo card too. I cannot believe that we are at a point in society where we can generate edible meat in a lab and yet the most frequent gay characters we see in mainstream TV are still either camp BFFs or acid-tongued villains. Tom Hollander is a completely wonderful actor and I urge you to watch basically anything else he has done besides this. There is no need for this character, Hugh Laurie’s snide and suspicious right-hand man, to be a creepy, predatory homosexual man. He is preposterous - constantly leering at Tom Hiddlestone and making blunt innuendos or just full-on grabbing Tom Hiddlestone’s giblets. A clear conflation is being made: this man is a threat, and the threat he poses to Tom Hiddlestone’s mission is mirrored by the threat he poses to Hiddlestone’s hetero-masculinity, his sexual autonomy. It feels like this character is a charicature of how homophobes see all gay men: malevolent and sexually rapacious, on a mission to assault, harass and render uncomfortable all hetero men who are just minding their own business.

I truly don’t understand this show - how they made such an effort to shoehorn so much deeply troubling messaging into a story which needed none of these things. The bare bones of the spy story is solid and it could have been turned out in so many different ways, but this was what they chose. It all feels so retrograde, so unnecessary. This is the kind of thing that Netflix would not have toyed with - whatever you feel about that streaming platform, they create stories with real, three-dimensional women and all kinds of diverse characters from the LGBTQ+ scene and beyond. Amazon Prime still needs to work on getting woke. But I guess we shouldn’t expect too much from the platform that snapped up Jeremy Clarkson.

The Night Manager, available on Amazon Prime

[pussypoppinhippo]

Show me How you Burlesque|| Ballum

Summary: When a burst pipe threatens the Friday night Drag show at the Prince Albert the Vic offer to host instead. The show stars Walford’s own Diana Dee Izzuez but just which one of the residents of the square is behind the glamorous performer? 

A/N: I haven’t written anything like this in maybe ten years but this struck me tonight, beware of spelling mistakes and saucy dancing below.

Spotify Playlist for this fic: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7jVrM8LP1qwd0OvO3vqcgo?si=DtdQVAY4RkKo2ZBmbv6r4A

It was a little past seven at night on a semi busy Friday in the Vic when Tina, somewhat dripping wet despite the wonderful summer weather, came bursting through the pub doors. No one really batted an eyelid at the sight, Linda who was stationed behind the bar wasn’t all that taken aback when the soaking wet woman accosted her talking a mile a minute about drag queens, burst water pipes and a plea to move some sort of theme night into the local pub.

At a table just by the door Jay, Lola and Whitney were chatting waiting for Calum to bring the next round of drinks over from the bar, Whitney and Calum had broken up a year prior just before their wedding day after a blow up argument about the lads clear disinterest in their impending marriage. They’d only really started speaking properly again after Easter and tonight was the first real night in the pub they’d embarked on as friends.

“Apparently some sort of pipe disasters driven everyone out of the Prince Albert” Calum nodded his head over to Tina who was now drying off with a towel Mick had fetched her “ they’re moving their drag show here, starts at eight and apparently they’ve got this local performing as the main act”. Placing the drinks down on the table he took his seat next to Jay “Tina says we can stay for free if we fancy it” he added.

“A local act?” questioned Lola “I wonder if it’s that ...deedee? Ben was talking about the other week there you remember that?” she nudged Jay with an eyebrow raised.

The ginger rolled his eyes affectionately at the mention of his brothers latest nightlife obsession “ Di I think he said, apparently she’s from Walford and if I remember quite rightly he said she was pretty enough to make him consider the other side”.

Calum swallowed at the mention of the handsome mechanic, they’d started dating in secret in November and while Ben wasn’t best pleased with being kept a secret he’d understood that halfway’s father moving to Walford had made his impending coming out much more difficult.

“I say we stay! it sounds like a good laugh doesn’t it?” Whitney piped up with a grin, “ What do you think Cal?”. Nodding he gave her a smile as he reached down to send his boyfriend a cheeky text about missing out on the fun. “Speaking of Ben where is he tonight?” she asked taking a sip of her drink.

“He said Something about some hot totty” Jay snorted with a head shake “ same old Ben ain’t it? though I’m sure he’ll be sad to have missed out on all this” he motioned to the filling pub and the makeshift stage that Mick and Tina were creating toward one end of it.

They fell back into relatively normal conversation about life as they enjoyed their drink, managing to grab another round just before Kathy announced the show would be starting in five minutes time. Checking his phone Calum noted the text from his lover with a smile

‘ Sounds like I’m missing out don’t get stolen away by Walford's blue eyed temptress now ;) x’

He didn’t have time to reply to it as Kathy Introduced the nights entertainment.

“ Please give a warm Walford welcome to the Incomparable Walford vixen Miss Diana Dee Izzuez” she grinned as the first few notes of ‘Welcome to Burlesque” filled the air.

The figure that stepped onto the makeshift stage was like a vision from a Hollywood film, while the person was not particularly tall the glittery red high heels made the fishnet stocking encased legs that peeked from the slit in an equally sparkling floor length gown look long and the dress with its corseted top hugged the figure of the person it encased in all the right places. Long flowing wavy black hair framed a perfectly painted face with lips that could have been painted in blood and as they parted Calum thought he quite possibly could have died as the voice of an angel fell from them.

“Show a little more, show a little less

Add a little smoke, welcome to Burlesque”

It was seductive every move graceful and every word of the song perfectly sung as the queen on staged greeted her audience with an at ease smirk. Everyone in the pub was captivated, the Prince Albert faithful watched on with an admiration for someone they loved and the Vic’s usual punters looked on in an almost awe at the masterful mystery before them. It was only as the second verse began that a vague sort of recognition rang in Calum’s head, he’d heard that voice before he was almost certain but he couldn’t quite place where.

The seductress on stage waved an elbow length black glove encased hand at someone in the crowd as her eyes scanned the rest of them passing over the table at the back of the room with a disgruntled Phil, an interested Sharon, a captivated Louise and a fed up looking Keanu in mild interest before landing on the friends sat near the door with a smirk.

“If you wanna a little extra, well, you know where I am

Something better in the dark, just playing with your mind

There's nothing in the days, that's just for the bump and grind

Show a little more

Show a little less

Add a little smoke

Welcome to …….Burlesque.”

The song finished up and Diana took her applause with a graceful smile and leant down to accept a drink from someone.

“Y’know she does look sort of familiar” Lola popped up eyes narrowing as she studied the figure on stage “y’reckon we know her?” she asked the group who were also studying the drag queen with interest.

“Maybe it’s kush?” added whitney “ I can’t really tell the lighting here is awful”.

The ginger snorted “ can’t be we all know after New Years karaoke Kush’s tone deaf, what do you think mate?” he nudged Calum unaware that the penny had just dropped for the former army officer, Diana Dee Izzuez was sporting a rather prominent hickey just above a classic pearl necklace, a hickey that the man knew matched perfectly with one he’d given Ben mere hours before in the Arches and that singing voice one that reminded him so much of Ben singing in a hotel shower after a sneaked weekend away a month or so back.

“Uh I…no idea mate” he stumbled out trying to hide his surprise with a sip of his drink as he tried to make sense of the fact that the beautiful performer on stage could in fact be his rough around the edges boyfriend.

“Welcome Ladies, Gentlemen and those who are somewhere in between, my name is Diana Dee Izzuez but you my friends can call me Di” the queen purred voice husky with a musical lilt that had Calum second guessing if his suspicions about this being Ben were right.

“I’m going to sing a few songs and do a touch of dancing for you tonight, if you enjoy my performance there are tip jars on the bar we’re collecting money in aid of AKT who help support LGBT+ homeless youth” Di smiled before taking a sip of her red wine and setting it down on the side of the stage. Clicking her fingers above her head the next songs started up the plucky piano recognisable to anyone who enjoyed a Broadway show almost immediately.

"The name on everybody's lips

Is gonna be Roxie

The lady raking in the chips

Is gonna be Roxie”

Highways mouth went dry as he watched Di swing her hips seductively on stage, every word was sung with that same devilish smirk that he could pinpoint as the one Ben used along side witty one liners, that was most definitely his boyfriend. Her hips swayed as she clicked her fingers to the beat teasingly kicking her leg out from the slit in the dress so the audience could catch a peak of the lacey black garter and matching suspenders underneath.

“From just some dumb mechanics son

I'm gonna be Roxie

Who says that murder's not an art?”

While the change in lyrics may have went over almost everyone in the pubs head it had Sharon and Louises eyes widening in recognition although Ben hadn’t made it that subtle he’d coupled the line with a little kiss blown toward the table.

His boyfriend certainly caught it and it had confirmed what he’d been thinking, Walford’s blue eyed vixen was none other than Ben Mitchell. On stage the performance went on Di was shimming along to the beat, the little break in the music was filled with a slow seductive turn and a pretty impressive high kick showing off more of the lace hidden underneath the eye catching dress. Taking a step off the stage the crowd practically parted  as Di didn’t miss a beat heels clicking in time with the music as she purred the lyrics.

Think of those autographs

I'll sign,

'Good luck to ya, '

Roxie!

She leaned over signing a piece of paper that was offered toward her with a flourish, she made her way toward the back of the crowd interacting with people as she went. Di never wavered once while singing leaning over to kiss a miserable looking Keanu’s cheek as she breezed past the Mitchell table and worked back toward the stage leaving the woman at it stifling giggles. Reaching the group of friends at the front she shot Calum a wink.

“the audience loves me!

And I love them

And they love me for loving them

And I love them for loving me

And we love each other

And that's because none of us

Got enough love in our childhoods

And that's showbiz

Kid”

Di had leant toward them as she’d sung the lines and the last few  had definitely been aimed toward Calum who was trying his best not to turn beet red. He was definitely going to have to have a long talk with Ben after this and perhaps he’d suggest those heels make an appearance at their next weekend away. She climbed back onto the stage finishing the song with a flourish and a smile before smoothing her hands over her curves then bending down to pick up her wine.

“Y’know those pearls…. they looks a bit like the ones you showed me with the one pink pearl in the centre” Jay arched an eyebrow at Calum who hadn’t quite managed to get his blush under control.

“No…no don’t think so mate” the taller man spluttered trying to avoid eye contact, he’d noticed it as well that  the pearl necklace Di was wearing was identical to the one he’d bought Whit for their wedding day but had never given her, the one he was sure was supposed to be nestled in his bedside drawer back at the flat.

“Wait ...do you know who she is Cal?” Whit questioned as everyone at the table turned toward him, looking at him expectantly she leaned in a little more “have you figured it out?”

Shaking his head he was just about to blurt out an excuse when a voice from the stage interrupted.

“ For this next song I’m going to need a handsome volunteer” Diana pretended to scan the audience her eyes almost immediately landing on Calum who was trying to lean away from his ex almost wife who had leant in to try and get information out of him, the little flash of jealousy in Di’s eyes was gone almost as soon as it appeared.

“hmmmm you” she purred pointing to Highway “ give that tall glass of water a round of applause as he makes his way up here oh and barkeep?”. She waved a hand toward Mick with a dazzling smile “ two of your finest whisky please for me and my friend here”.

While she’d been speaking Kathy had slipped a chair onto the stage, of course she knew exactly who Di was, Ben had approached her about the drag nights after he’d done a few gigs at other clubs but she wasn’t quite sure why exactly instead of the usual anonymous handsome punter he’d picked Calum for this bit.

Making his way onto the stage after some pushing from the others Cal allowed himself to be pushed down into the chair eyes taking in just how gorgeous the other was up close in drag.

“ be good for me lover boy” Di purred in his ear as the music for the next song started up leaving Calum blushing to stand behind the chair.

“The demon queen of high school has decreed it

She says Monday, 8am I will be deleted

They'll hunt me down in study hall

Stuff and mount me on the wall

Thirty hours to live, how shall I spend them?”

Up close like this the taller man could smell the perfume Diana wore, the musky floral scent was definitely expensive and the note of something very strictly Ben peeking through it was definitely making it that much more alluring. Diana's hand slid down Calums chest as she sang undoing the top button of his white button up with gloved hands. Her hips still swinging she danced around the man in the chair using him as a prop to help enhance her performance. Every word of the song was sung with such passion the lanky man was sucked in, so enchanted he wasn’t expecting the lap full of Di that he ended up with.

"Shh…

Sorry but I really had to wake you

See, I decided I must ride you ‘til I break you

'Cause Heather says I gots to go

You're my last meal on death row”

She guided his hands to her hips and faced the audience as she seated herself in his lap the pleased smirk of blood red lips saying it all the watching audience. Calum’s eyes drifted toward his group of friends who were giggling, grinning and wiggling their eyebrows at him as he received what could best be described as a lap dance from the other. He was most definitely past blushing and was now an almost permanent shade of pink that perhaps could only be matched by the shade of red Phil Mitchell had turned when his wife had explained exactly who the tart on stage was really.The Dance continued just as raunchy as Di rolled her hips and halfway hands wandered ever so slightly to run over the curve of waist the corset was giving the beautiful babe in his lap.

Get your ass in gear

Make this whole town disappear

"Okay, okay!"

Slap me, pull my hair

Touch me

There and there and there

And no more talking!

Whoa!

Love this dead girl walking!

A slap to the man's thigh and then hand tugging halfways hair in time with the song sent the crowd cheering and they only got wilder as Diana stood in front of him and ripped the skirt from her dress revealing lace boy short style panties that at that moment only Calum could see had the word ‘saucy’ stoned in red gems on the back and that matching lace suspender set that held up fishnet stockings. Hitting the note at the end of the song the place practically erupted as Di took a bow and then the whisky offered on a tray by Mick handing one to Calum before cheersing him. Downing it the undertaker stood up moving to make his way off stage but not making it very far as he was caught by Miss Diana who spun him around and promptly kissed him on the lips. Despite the moment of panic it brought immediately Calum found he didn’t actually care and pulled the other closer to deepen the kiss ever so slightly appreciating that with Ben in such high heels he didn’t have to bend into the kiss so much.

Parting to wolf whistles from the crowd Halfway slipped off of the stage and back to his table where he was greeted by raised eyebrows.

“SO you don’t her then?” questioned Jay as he crossed his arms.

“ never kissed me like that cal” Whitney added reaching over to wipe a spot of red lipstick that had transferred over to the corner of his mouth.

“ So c’mon spill, who is the mysterious Diana Dee Izzuez” prompted Lola as they all leaned in toward the other so they would be able to hear his answer over the beginnings of Britney's Toxic.

The door near the back of the pub slammed followed by a muffled “Phil!” and Calum could only chuckle his eyes were drawn back to the dancing figure on the stage who had gone from Hollywood glam to sex kitten.

“ Well I’d say he’s a talented man with daddy issues” he grinned, glancing over to the others at the table “but I think you’d know him better as Ben Mitchell and he’s my boyfriend”.

[burrusignis]

Aesthetics -- The { Female! } Matsuno Sextuplets

{ @boobsandbeer, @painfulsister, @virensrana, @titanarcm, @flavenssolis, @roseusatsum }

[ihatemakingart]

let’s not take four months this time, i said

it’ll be quick and easy if you just change the format, I said

(First Previous Tag AU blog tag[Everything together in reverse order])

WRITING UNDER THE CUT

Osomatsu turned the corner from the check-out area, the bright red of his hoodie grabbing his brothers’ attention. Choromatsu stood, and Todomatsu unraveled his arms from Jyushimatsu to do the same, and both moved to meet the eldest.

“Did they say anything else since mom went back?” Choromatsu asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Not really,” Osomatsu said quietly, “they're giving him a cane for a while, but they didn't really show him how to use it…”

“Osomatsu,” Matsuyo called, grabbing the eldest’s attention. He gave a scan over the others, particularly Jyushimatsu and Ichimatsu, before his eyes fell low and he backed away to return to their mother.

“You can go ahead and take his bracelet off if it bothers him,” the woman behind the desk noted. Osomatsu nodded, guiding Karamatsu away from the desk and pulling up his arm to figure out how to best get it off--these damn things were always a pain if you didn’t have scissors. Once he managed to stretch the tagged paper band enough, he worked it off his brother’s wrist and brought him the rest of the way to the door for the waiting area, looking to the rest of the sextuplets as they approached.

Todomatsu frowned some, scanning Karamatsu before stepping next to him. “What was it they said again? About what to do to try and see if it heals any?”

“They're giving him some medicine and eye drops to use for a week, then they want him to go to an optometrist or something,” Osomatsu tried to relay, loosening his grip on the second born’s arm as Todomatsu took the other one.

“A week? That doesn’t sound right…” Todomatsu frowned a bit. At the silence of the others, he huffed, “what? It’s not like an ER’s job is working with eyes.”

“I know, I don't buy it either,” Matsuyo huffed suddenly as she and Matsuzo stepped up behind them, her shuffling around her purse. “I'm going to call a cab and then the optometrist,” she said while taking out her phone, stepping outside to do so.

“Uh, oi, anybody want a drink? I saw some vending machines a little down the way,” Choromatsu piped up to offer. While their father and Totty merely shook their heads, Karamatsu’s head turned a bit, and Osomatsu was quick to perk up, along with Jyushimatsu; even Ichimatsu, looking off to the side in that always gloomy expression, raised his hand a little bit.

“Maybe tea, if you wouldn’t mind? But don’t feel like you have to,” Karamatsu said, starting out at a decent volume but quickly getting quieter and fidgeting with the cane.

“Aahh, do u think they have beer?” Osomatsu sighed, eliciting a glare from his brothers. “What? I’m kidding! Pepsi’s fine,” he said with a roll of his eyes, trying, and failing, to resist a grin as Choromatsu rolled his eyes as well, falling into step towards the vending.

“What else?”

“Eh…” Jyushimatsu lowered his eyes to think, until Ichimatsu started walking in the same direction as Choromatsu. Choromatsu watched him for a few moments, before picking back up after him. “Water’s fine!” Jyushimatsu called after him, earning a smile and nod from Choromatsu.

Once the two returned, they all decided to head outside instead of loitering around in the ER, since the season made it pleasant enough. Matsuyo was just outside of the metal canopy that stretched from over the front door, still fiddling with her phone.

The eldest sighed as he stepped out from under the awning, screwing the bottle top back on and forcing it into his hoodie pocket. “How’d the call go?” Osomatsu asked in a tone edging on a yawn, clasping his hands behind his head.

“They don't have any openings--no special exceptions allowed,” Matsuyo grumbled, fumbling around the device’s interface. “How do you do the thing where you find businesses online again? I keep pulling up some add about frosting.”

“Eh? They can’t be serious! He can barely see, can’t at all with the bandages--there has to be another place that’ll take him.” Osomatsu yapped, lowering his hands from his head.

“I’ll try to find some other places to call,” Matsuzo huffed, adjusting his suit jacket. It didn’t take much longer for a cab to pull up, which-after confirming it was the one Matsuyo had called for-Todomatsu wasted no time putting Karamatsu into the middle seat of. And, naturally, sitting down and buckling himself in as well before anyone else had a chance to protest.

“Oi, why does he get to take the cab? There’s nothing wrong with him!” Osomatsu squawked, earning a glare from their mother even Karamatsu could sense, and that made both the eldest shrink a little.

“Except for being a demon.” Ichimatsu said in an aside, hiding behind Jyushimatsu.

“It would be a waste for one of us not to come with when there’s a whole empty seat. Besides, who else is as helpful as me?” Todomatsu said in a sugar-saturated voice.

“What about the front?!” Osomatsu hissed, and Totty stuck his tongue out, causing Osomatsu to curl his hands into fists just as his youngest brother quickly shut the door. The car started off, and Osomatsu crossed his arms in a pout, ignoring Choromatsu shoving his shoulder in mildly amused reprimand before starting off with their father, the youngest two in tow.

After a kiddish whine, Osomatsu followed, his feet scraping the sidewalk as he slinked over it towards the house. It, at least, wasn’t a very long walk-thus taking Karamatsu there on foot in the first place-but halfway through, Osomatsu definitely couldn’t blame them for taking the cab. Not to mention how tense the atmosphere got as soon as they’d started walking; Osomatsu definitely felt envious of the cab ride.

When they slid open the front door, though, they all felt the relief flooding through their bodies at the smell of dinner cooking. Of course the other three had gotten home first; and Matsuyo would have no doubt started as soon as she could. Best medicine(after morphine and laughter) was a full stomach, after all.

Matsuzo slid the door to the family room open first, stepping in and deciding to linger as his eyes set on Karamatsu and Todomatsu sitting at the kotatsu, Todomatsu pausing mid-sentence and lowering his phone to look at them all as they filtered in. Karamatsu’s head turned to Totty, before swiveling a full 180 to pantomime facing the others. His face twitched to the sound of the other sextuplets’ movement as they went to the night's chosen spots, though he held back from the urge to turn around when Matsuzo greeted he and Todomatsu.

“Hey. Was the ride nice?” He hummed, trying not to be awkward. Todomatsu gave a cutesy grin and went back to his phone, and Karamatsu gave a silent nod.

“Did you manage to find anywhere with time available for an appointment?” Karamatsu asked, voice sounding nearly normal in a way that took Matsuzo off guard for a second.

“Right--somewhere a little more toward the edge of the district; they had an opening at two o’clock.” He nodded, stepping a bit closer as he spoke and eyeing the white cane that lay neatly between Kara and Totty.

“That's good; I hope it wasn't much trouble,” he said, turning back to the table.

“No, no don't worry about it,” Matsuzo said with a light, barely non-awkward pat of Karamatsu’s head. At Matsuyo’s voice calling out that the food was almost ready, the majority of the sextuplets leaped up and darted to the kitchen, leaving those who didn't practically in a dust cloud.

Matsuzo blinked slowly, before snorting and following suit. Karamatsu furrowed his brows, twisting his head automatically in an attempt to follow their movements but realizing, suddenly, it was a moot point. He sighed, turning his face back ahead of him and slouching a bit, beginning to reach for the cane when the door slid open again. He waited for a moment before the distinct clack of a bowl and glass being set against the kotatsu reached his ears.

“Hello?” Karamatsu tilted his head, and a hand softly drifted over his shoulder.

“You’d never get a scrap of it if I didn’t bring it to you myself; I'd still be careful if I were you,” Matsuyo chuckled.

“Ah, you didn’t have to-”

“Listen, NEET, this is the only time you’ll get off easy on being lazy! Don’t take it for granted,” she said jokingly, setting his hand on a pair of chopsticks,

rubbing his shoulder a bit before heading to her and Matsuzo’s table.

The others filed back in, making much less noise than they had in the kitchen; the usual peace after the storm of dinner time. They sat down and quickly got to eating and chattering, and Karamatsu sat quietly; the food was bound to still be quite hot.

Once his stomach started twisting with hunger, though, he was quick to cave, and slowly slide his hand towards the bowl. Or, well, where he thought it was supposed to be.

Todomatsu rolled his eyes in a manner that was almost audible in his breath, and grabbed Karamatsu’s hand and placed it on the bowl. Ichimatsu’s eyes narrowed-for what was probably the eighth time since they’d gotten home-and he scoffed.

“What, are you gonna spoon feed him now?” Ichimatsu grumbled with a sour expression, but it shrank when instead of backing him up or ignoring it like usual, the others stared at him with dazed expressions.

“Shut up, Ichimatsu-niisan,” Todomatsu growled, scooching closer to Karamatsu, but otherwise going back to his own food.

Dinner passed relatively usual, although there were many attempts to try and start a conversation or otherwise lighten the mood; mostly from the eldest two. Osomatsu had always hated tense atmosphere, and Karamatsu wasn’t much different in that regard--they were often the ones to go about doing this, but each attempt seemed to just tighten the lips of the rest.

Once they’d finished-which took a good while since anyone actually willing to eat did so slowly-and put things away, they went through their usual routine of sitting around the kotatsu, occasionally chatting or wandering off for a few hours.

“I think I’m going to get ready for bed,” Karamatsu said, scratching the back of his neck with a yawn.

“Ah, really? What do you need?” Choromatsu stiffened, blinking a bit as his eyes darted around without really looking at anything.

“For now I’ll just brush my teeth, so it’s alright. Thank you.”

Choromatsu furrowed his brows and leaned over the table a bit. “Are you sure?”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Karamatsu asked with a twitch of his head, sounding genuinely offended. Choromatsu drew back a bit, and Karamatsu’s head turned further in following the now clear sound of his movement.

“Nothing, just, it might be hard, right?” Choromatsu pointed out, glancing around the table awkwardly in hopes he could find back up. The others turned their eyes elsewhere, expectably.

Karamatsu lowered his face a bit, taking an extensive breath, “it's fine.” He reassured, sliding his legs from under the kotatsu. “It shouldn’t be difficult, just a matter of actually… getting there,” he placed a hand on the ground, taking his cane.

“D-do you want help?”

“I’ll be fine, I think, thank you, Choromatsu,” Karamatsu said, pushing himself up and leaving the room. They all quickly went back to whatever they'd been staring at the table thinking about.

When he found his way back in and settled himself neatly under the kotatsu in his previous spot, only to lay down and snuggle into the carpet, though, Osomatsu began to find an issue. “What are you doing?”

“Aniki, I'm just-”

“Just about to fall dead asleep here instead of going to bed like a normal person?” The eldest hummed dourly, with a chiding tone and chin in hand.

“Non, non, I’ll stay down here, buruza,” Karamatsu hummed, fidgeting to get himself comfortable. “What sort of word is ‘normal’ for us anyways.”

“Ah, bullshit! Come on, move it!” Osomatsu commanded, pulling on his brother’s sleeve. Karamatsu hesitated a bit, but with another few tugs, he followed the eldest upstairs. He insisted he needed no help(again) in putting on his pajamas, and though it took long enough for a couple of the others to make their way up and pull the futon out, he didn't do too badly (even if his pants may have been on backwards and the shirt buttons were misaligned).

“Here,” Osomatsu said in a beckoning tone, gently pulling Karamatsu to the futon and sitting the both of them in adjacent spots. Totty gave a bit of a pout upon noticing the action, but didn't protest and returned quickly to getting ready.

Karamatsu’s brows furrowed as he was pushed into a lying position, and as the eldest stayed next to him. “But isn’t this--?”

“Hush, hush! sleep!” Osomatsu insisted, pulling Karamatsu’s head to the pillow and drawing it near his chest.

“Ah! A-aniki, you’re squishing my face.” Karamatsu protested with an uncomfortable squirm.

“Oh, sorry,” he almost snorted, scooching away a bit and adjusting his arm. It didn't take long after the others turned out the lights and got settled for most of them to fall asleep, particularly Karamatsu. He didn't plan to think too hard about anything by staying awake, anyway.

Karamatsu took a long breath and gave a long exhale as he shifted under the covers. It felt… Brighter somehow; his face felt pleasantly cool, and he could smell breakfast strongly as opposed to the expected nose-full of whatever laundry detergent had been picked that month and Osomatsu’s sweaty armpits. He was almost tempted to try and lift the bandages to see if he could--well, see. But the sting that rubbing his face drowsily against the pillow caused reminded him the depth of the damage was definitely not going away for a while.

He rolled onto his back, settling deeper into the blankets comfortably with the much less irritating position. It must have been a lovely day out-he could still hear some birds chirping… And not much else. Come to think of it, breakfast was sort of the only thing he could smell at the moment. Not that he expected to be able to hear the others breathing, or smell their breath from this distance, but it was oddly silent… until the echo of a shout reached him from what he assumed was the living room.

Karamatsu grasped at the empty pillow beside his, brows furrowing as much as they could with the bandaging. “Hello?” He called softly, and slowly forced himself to a sit. He listened carefully for an answer, or any sort of sound to indicate someone else was in the room. When there was nothing but the voices downstairs, he gulped, standing up clumsily. He could feel his heart begin to knock against his chest, and his lungs tighten; he had to follow them.

The cane--where was the cane?

He shuffled to the nearest wall, putting a hand to it and crouching to try and feel around on the carpet. He couldn’t remember where they mentioned putting it if they’d mentioned where at all. Karamatsu found his way to the door, cautiously sliding it open and stepping into the hall.

“Hey! Can anyone hear me?” He shouted, taking to the opposite wall and feeling his way along it until the edge of his toes touched air, and he flinched back with a barely suppressed gasp. The stairs. “Brothers?...” Karamatsu’s voice dropped, and he slid his hand from the wall to the railing with a gulp.

He made his way down step by step, taking great care in shakily sliding one foot down until it scraped the solid wood, placing a bit of pressure down, then doing the same with the other. It was an arduous process, but the drop his gut took each time he wasn't quite making his mark definitely kept him on his toes. He was almost starting to get confident in it when he heard one of the doors slide open. Immediately, out of reflex, he pulled his head up to pantomime looking in the direction and shrank when he could practically sense the tension it caused in whoever was there.

“Karamatsu?” Choromatsu’s voice rang through the hallway, “what are you doing?” Rushed footsteps followed his nervous question, until hands grasped onto Kara’s arm, guiding him down the last few steps.

“I, I couldn’t find the cane,” Karamatsu explained quietly, taking a step on the first floor but not pulling his other hand from the banister.

“Osomatsu!” Choromatsu called in that loud tone he tended to get, looking upstairs only to hear the bathroom door slide open and watch the groggy, messy haired eldest lumber out. Choro spun to look at him, gesturing fanatically to Karamatsu as Osomatsu's eyes opened fully. “What the hell?!” Now properly alert, Osomatsu walked towards them, growling at Choromatsu’s lowered brows and eyelids and sneer bared teeth.

“I didn’t think he’d try to leave, I was just taking a piss!” Osomatsu said defensively, putting his arm around Karamatsu’s back and shoulders to shepherd him away from the steps.

“Well, he left!” Choromatsu said, his animated form of expressing anger taking over, despite Karamatsu beginning to shrink. “We wouldn't have even heard him, the only reason I saw him was because mom wanted me to get you!”

“Choromatsu, it’s,” Karamatsu began, drawing his lips shut tight when he was interrupted.

“What if he slipped?” Choromatsu said, pinching Karamatsu’s shirt sleeve. “You could have broken your neck or something!” He scolded in that same sour voice, leading the other towards the bathroom. Karamatsu tightened his jaw with a swallow, going silent.

Osomatsu gave a low sigh, stature slacking as he turned to go back upstairs.

[angstmatsuscenarios]

It’s me! How about this: a part 2 of the Karamatsu leaving and you already know the basic stuff since I told you about it. But like a few months down the road how is the family feeling and then Todomatsu finds out he has a blog and the last mysterious photo? :3

I’m super excited about this next part, this whole idea is a great one and I really enjoyed writing it!!

(This is a follow-up to the scenario in this post: https://angstmatsuscenarios.tumblr.com/post/175616926227/heres-one-karamatsu-is-tired-of-being-ignored )

It didn’t take long for reality to sink in: Karamatsu was truly gone, and there was nothing they could do to bring him back. They had no idea where he was, and no way of contacting him—after countless times of calling him only to reach his voicemail, Todomatsu had tried once more only to be informed that the number he was trying to call was out of service. Karamatsu must have changed his number, distancing himself from them even further. He didn’t respond to any emails they sent to him, either. Any effort they made to reach out was completely moot.

Weeks passed. The brothers held long discussion after discussion, trying in vain to formulate some sort of plan to find him, but they knew it was pointless. Over time these discussions focused more on what they could have done to prevent him from leaving in the first place, as they regretted more and more how badly they had treated him while he was still there.

“We shouldn’t have called him ‘painful’ as often as we did,” Choromatsu said remorsefully.

“Or made fun of his clothes or his accent,” Todomatsu sniffled, wiping more tears from his eyes.

“Or made him do all those chores for us without even thanking him,” Jyushimatsu added. He hadn’t smiled in a long, long time.

“Or called him Shittymatsu,” Ichimatsu mumbled, sounding genuinely guilty, casting his gaze downward.

“If I had just stepped in and done my job as the oldest, making sure all of my little brothers’ needs were taken care of, none of this would’ve happened,” Osomatsu sighed sadly. “I should’ve known when things were being taken too far, but I didn’t do enough, and now…it’s too late.”

They lapsed into silence then, knowing that it was pointless to keep talking about this. They realized how shitty they were, but it was too little, too late. No matter how much they tried to change their behavior now, it wouldn’t bring Karamatsu back home. It was a devastating thought.

Slowly, they started to feel more and more alienated. Their parents claimed they knew the boys hadn’t done anything on purpose, that they wouldn’t have done what they did should they have known this would be the result….but it sure seemed as if things had become strained between them all in the wake of Karamatsu’s departure. Matsuyo still cooked them meals, but she didn’t talk to them as often or as cordially as she once had, regarding them more and more with reproachful looks. Matsuzo never spoke much with them on the matter, but the way he couldn’t seem to make eye contact or smile at them anymore spoke volumes. Even Chibita was furious with them—the first night they’d gone to his oden stand after everything had happened and told him what was going on, he’d lost it, screaming accusations at them until he was red in the face and could barely speak. Since then he refused to serve the brothers or even look at them, giving them the cold shoulder.

There was no doubt about it—this was all the sextuplets’ fault. Everyone had made that perfectly clear, as if they hadn’t already been fully aware of it.

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“Totty!”

Todomatsu glanced up from the table he’d been wiping off. “Yeah, Aida?”

He had to admit, he didn’t really feel like making small talk with his coworker right then. All he wanted to do was make it through his shift at the coffee shop so he could go home and sleep. It had been several months now since Karamatsu had disappeared, and although they’d adjusted just a little to his absence, some nights were still so bad that Todomatsu would end up staying awake and crying to himself in the bathroom. Last night had been one of those nights, and he was exhausted.

Aida hurried up to him, her eyes glimmering. “I think I may have found a lead on Karamatsu!”

Todomatsu’s eyes widened, a spark of hope igniting within him. “Really? Oh my god, what is it?”

“He runs a blog,” Aida reported. “My friend told me she found this great travel blog the other day, and when I checked it out, I couldn’t believe it—it was your brother! At least, I assume it has to be him…he looks like you and everything.”

A…travel blog? Todomatsu was suspicious. He doubted Karamatsu would have enough money for travels. Unless he’d landed some amazing job somewhere and could fund it, but he doubted it, in just a few months.

“What does he post about?” Todomatsu asked, trying not to keep his hopes up too high. It’s probably not him, anyway.

“Well, like I said, it’s a travel blog. He posts tons of pictures from around the world. It’s like he’s been everywhere now—Europe, Asia, even North America. He was by the Statue of Liberty in one picture,” Aida told him.

That can’t be right. No way could he have gone to America…could he? Todomatsu felt another hopeful flutter in his chest, though doubt still crept in.

“What’s the blog called? I need to check it out.”

“Let’s see…I think it was ‘Song of the Traveler’s Soul,’ something like that,” Aida replied. “You need to tell me once you’ve checked it out!”

Todomatsu forced himself to smile. “I will,” he promised. “Thank you…I hope this really is a lead, after all.”

He told himself once more not to let himself get too hyped up with false hope. I’m sure it can’t actually be him…there’s absolutely no way.

Still, he couldn’t shake that small, desperate hope deep in his heart that it was the truth.

But…it’s worth checking out.

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Todomatsu wasted no time the second he got home, whipping out his laptop and settling down on the couch. Tentatively, he typed in the blog name Aida had given him earlier, and waited impatiently for it to load.

I don’t know why I’m so eager. It’s not him, it can’t be him…

At last, the website loaded. They layout was fairly simple, a light blue background with dark blue text, but it was tasteful. Todomatsu scrolled down to the first post…and gasped when the picture loaded.

This…it can’t be…is it really…?

But it was. There was no doubt about it. In this picture was Karamatsu, standing at a cliff overlooking what appeared to be the Grand Canyon. He’s in America?!

But that wasn’t what caught him off guard the most. Todomatsu kept scrolling, kept examining each picture closely, photo after photo of Karamatsu posing before different landmarks and in different locations around the world, as well as aesthetic scenery shots. Something was different about Karamatsu, though it was hard to pinpoint exactly what.

He looks…he looks more mature somehow, Todomatsu marveled to himself. He’s not wearing any of that gaudy glitter-coated stuff he used to love…he still looks like himself, but more toned-down. He looks…good?

It was true. Karamatsu’s signature bedazzled jeans didn’t appear once in any of the photos he looked at, nor did any of his prized tank tops with his own face adorning the front. He still sported a “bad boy” flair, in his sunglasses and leather jacket, but that was the extent of it. Todomatsu spotted a tattoo, too, of blue roses winding around Karamatsu’s forearm.

And in all of his pictures, he looked so….calm, a little more serious and serene than Todomatsu had ever seen him before. He’s definitely changed…he’s more grown up now. He looks happier, too…

Todomatsu scrolled through the blog for over and hour, reading all of Karamatsu’s posts. Most were accompanied by a picture of some sort, but a few were just text posts, little ramblings about his life. One post in particular caught Todomatsu completely off guard. He could feel tears well in his eyes as he read it.

When I first left home, it wasn’t a happy occasion. I was tired of constantly being mistreated, of being ridiculed and ignored by my own brothers. I fled in the middle of the night one night, out of hurt and anger, without much of a plan except to get as far away from them as possible. But now that time has passed, I realize that it’s been far more than me simply running away—this has turned into a journey of self-discovery, of finding who I really am. I’m proud of the progress I’ve made, and the person I’ve become. A stronger, happier, more independent soul. I can only anticipate improving even more in the future.

Todomatsu blinked, absolutely stunned. Oh Kara…you’re not the same painful nii-san we all remember…you’ve done so much with your life. How did you manage it? If only I could ask…

Finally Todomatsu jumped up and raced into the hallway, bursting with his discovery. “Mom! Dad! Everyone, come to the living room!” he shouted, voice shaking as he tried to keep himself from crying. “I found him! I found Karamatsu!”

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It wasn’t long before Todomatsu had everyone gathered in the living room, huddled around his laptop. His family leaned in close, eyes wide in amazement, as Todomatsu scrolled through the blog and showed them everything.

“My goodness…” Matsuyo murmured, drawing a trembling hand to her mouth. “I can’t believe…I never would have thought….oh, my precious boy, he’s okay!”

“Looks like he’s more than okay…look at all of this!” Osomatsu exclaimed, shocked. “I can’t believe he’s been traveling all this time…”

“And running this blog without us knowing…it’s so popular, too.” Choromatsu pointed at the hundreds of notes on one of Karamatsu’s posts. “He’s getting such nice comments, too.”

“He’s…he’s really doing well for himself,” Ichimatsu noted. “Much better than he ever did with us…”

“Wait, what’s that?” Jyushimatsu suddenly pointed out something in one of Karamatsu’s photos, one where he was on a beach somewhere watching the sunset. His back was facing the camera, and his arm was raised as he blocked the sun from his eyes, lifting his shirt just enough to reveal what looked like another tattoo on his lower back.

Todomatsu zoomed in on the picture, focusing on the tattoo. “It…it looks like…” he mumbled, squinting, and then his eyes widened. “It’s a tattoo of six little live symbols…and they’re in different colors!”

Sure enough, tattooed on Karamatsu’s back were six small pine-shaped symbols like the ones on their hoodies, each in a different color—red, blue, green, purple, yellow, and pink. It didn’t take anyone any time to connect the dots and realize it was meant to represent them.

“Wow…” Osomatsu whispered.

“Hang on…it looks like there’s another post.” Todomatsu moved down to the next post, which was a close-up of the tattoo. There was a caption beneath it.

“Though we are apart, you’re always still with me.”

No one had much to say after that. Everyone was still in too much shock over this latest development to think of what else to say, what they could ask. Matsuyo started to cry again, this time out of relief that her son was okay, and Matsuzo held her close. The brothers could only stare at the screen in a daze, looking through more of his posts. It almost felt too personal, like looking through someone’s diary, but that’s what it had been put up for—to be read by everyone.

It was still hard to comprehend, and everyone missed Karamatsu like crazy. But this blog, this little window into his life, at least gave them some sort of connection, and let them know he was doing just fine. It was more than they could’ve asked for.

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Days later, Todomatsu was checking the blog again. It had become a daily habit of his, wanting to see what was going on in his brother’s life, but for the last few days activity had been sparse aside from a few comments Karamatsu responded to. He figured he was busy traveling to someplace new.

But today, there was a new post, with a few pictures. He looked at them, feeling his heart pound in his chest.

The first picture was of seven pine symbols, crafted out of felt. Five of them—red, green, purple, yellow, and pink—were lined up together. The other two felt pines, one light yellow and the other gray, were arranged above them. The five in a row had to be the sextuplets, and the other two had to be their parents, Todomatsu figured.

The second picture in the post was almost the same, except for one major difference—there was now an additional pine between the red and green ones.

A blue pine symbol.

It was the caption below it that really made Todomatsu’s heart almost stop.

“I will be back soon. And then, we will be together again.”

Todomatsu’s breath caught in his throat, and tears welled in his eyes. Could it…could it really be true…?

He couldn’t believe it…but what else could it mean?

“M-Mom! Dad! Everyone!” he shouted, voice wavering. “Quick, look at this!”

Once again he had his family together in mere moments, and he showed them the post from his laptop. Their reactions were all similar to his own.

“Karamatsu…oh, Karamatsu, my baby is coming home,” Matsuyo said, her voice wobbling. “He really is, isn’t he…?”

“It looks like it,” Matsuzo replied, winding his hand through hers and giving it a squeeze.

“Karamatsu-niisan is coming back!” Jyushimatsu exclaimed with delight.

“I…I can’t believe it…” Osomatsu murmured, his chin quivering as he tried to suppress his tears. “All this time I thought…I thought we’d never see him again…”

“H-he…he still cares…even when we were so mean to him…” Choromatsu was sniffling now, barely attempting to control his tears.

Ichimatsu didn’t say anything–the tears in his eyes were enough to speak for him.

Soon enough everyone was bawling, wrapped up in joy mixed with a little confusion. No one knew for sure why he’d made this decision, why he’d choose to come back home after everything they’d put him through, especially since things had been going so extremely well for him according to his blog. Still, no one cared too much about that. Karamatsu was returning, and that was all that mattered.

This time, they would show him just how much they cared.

[oh-god-theres-6]

I have a weird loving of more gore related topics, so yay for that. I guess????

Warnings: light gore, murder, blood, so if any of these kinda things mess with you don’t read this

Also, I kinda mixed these two together for a fun prompt to try and get the hang of

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“I— I didn’t mean to do it... I didn’t think, I mean, I just—“ Oso was straining himself to keep valence as the sight before him turned all to real; his lover, the person he shared a bed with every single night, was dripping wet, crimson rivers running down their hands and curling around their delicate fingers like rings. All he could do was stare in horrified wonderment at the puddles being created underneath their shaking hands.

“You... I—“ words weren’t working, his brain wasn’t working, nothing was working properly. His basic motor skills had degraded to that of a toddler as he fell to his knees slowly, unable to fully process the sight in front of him. All he could get out without stutter was, “Why...?” To that they had no response, instead they just stared down at Oso, crying heavily with unfinished explanations bubbling from their trembling lips loosely. It was almost like déjà vu for Oso, his head spinning and whirling around the reality before him, and the reality of his dream. How could this have been so similar?

Same house, same setting, the walls were even splattered the same way with red splashed against them like a bad finger painting. He remembered the way the floor boards creaked under him, how his weight lingered on the wood to bend it unevenly. He felt like he was sinking when he saw their limp body there, lying in stillness and covered in red. He tried to convince himself it was paint. The way they lied so still, how no movement graced their delicate features, he could remember it all, remember trying to coax them up with a joke, a smile, a laugh, anything he could. Oso remembered wanting to call the police, but being unable to do nothing but stare longingly with tears brimming his eyes as he fell to the floor.

His dream had been halted by a phone call, a phone call which lead him to land in the same position, only now he wasn’t looking down at them in denial, he was staring at his lover in fear and horror.

—

“My love... what have you done...?” Breathlessly he spoke, hands shaking as he reached to touch the other shoulder tenderly, but his grasp was flickered away. He watched, taking the scene in as if it were being presented in slow motion; their foot lifted from the cracked skull, settling into the grass to wipe off the excess of what they had just done. The level of calm they were showing was enough to stagger Kara away from them, his sunglasses slipping enough to show the wide eyes he held.

They turned slowly to him, and it was only then that he could see the emotions lost from their actions as it drained from their eyes in heavy waterfalls. They tried to speak, tried to walk forward but only ended up falling into the others body, convulsing heavily as small sobs raked through them and apologies were sputtered out. Kara only held them close, sinking into the foliage with them as he tried to calm them. His eyes were ever trained on the body in front of them, mind wandering to the what if’s;

What if that had been him? Would his angel ever really do something so brutal if he were to end up on their bad side...? And worse yet... what if his lover had been the one to die?

He could already feel the bile rising in his throat at the thought of their head smashed in, an uncaring figure standing over them with a sick twist to their lips as they walked away without a trace of sympathy left behind. He knew he’d run to them, try and revive them with whatever tactics he’d learned in high school first aid. He didn’t know if he’d be able to call the police or just sit there and beg for them to come back to him.

The thought was shaken quickly away as he clutched his lover tighter. Guess he was gunna have to learn how to bury a body tonight.

—

Choro has heard the gun shot, the sound ringing from downstairs and sending him into a panicked frenzy to get out of his chair.

Had someone broken in? Was everything alright? Had someone been shot? He froze at the door, hand hovered over it as he tried to clear the vicious thought from his mind.

Had they been shot? If he went down there would it just be their body leading limply on the cold wood while a stranger shook at his door? What would he even do...? Scream, cry, stare in horror as the gunman gets away and he’s left filled with regret? Is that how his lovers life would end, with him being so consumed by shock that he is left unable to do anything but stare and scream as he silently wishes for it to be a dream?

The image was shaken away, Choro’s fifers curling around the door and tugging quickly to open the way as he raced downstairs. When he reached the bottom he almost threw up.

By the doorway lay the blast of blood from a bullet, the ground being submerged in red as a stranger bled out by his front door. Though it was not his lover who had gotten shot, by the gun in their hand, they had been the one to shoot. It’s only when they turned to face Choro, eyes like ice even while they stared to him calmly, that he realized that they had shot to kill purposefully.” They were trying to get in.” Was all he heard them say before his vision went blank and he passed out on the floor.

—

The smell was what brought him to the living room, blood wafting through the house like air freshener.” Babe...?” He called softly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he transcended the stairs,” you okay?” The stench was getting thicker, fogging up his nose and bringing worry to rise in his voice when he called out for you. It was only when the living room was in view did he stop; before him stood the person he adored more than anything, standing over a dead body with a wet knife still curled in their fingers.

Ichi, with fear rising in his gut, watched the two fall slowly; the knife fell first, clattering to the floor, the thump of their knees following close behind.

“Shit....” he could hear them mumble it from where he stood, watching as their body shifted and shook, hands clutching their stomach for reasons he didn’t know. At a closer inspection of the room as a whole, the broken glass surrounding the window, the drops of red that lead from there to where the two sat now, and how a puddle was growing under each.

“Oh fuck—“ his realization kicked in a bit too late when he saw the mess wasn’t only coming from the guy who broke in, but his lover as well, who was curled up on the floor, bleeding heavily.

He’d seen this before, imagined it before, and it was almost a picture perfect representation; he called the cops, ignored the other body, and fell by their side with little care about how red his pants were becoming. The only difference between this and his dreams was that they were still alive, and he had a fleeting chance of keeping them that way. It’s the only hope he could hold onto this time.

—

“S-Sunshine?” The chipper voice was diluted to a whisper, Jyushi’s eyes wide and yet his pupils shrinking in size at the sight before him. Step by step he took slow strides towards the kitchen. His head peaked around the corner and he had half a mind to scream at the sight of his lover draped lazily of the kitchen table, gunshot to the head and back with crimson dripping slowly to the floor. Jyushi tried to scream, but no sound came out, only a strangled cough as he let reality sink him to the floor. All he could do was cry, beg for this to be a scam, a prank, some kind of sick joke.

“Jyushi—“ he heard his name, soft and strained, but their mouth was not moving,” Jyushi—!” It cane again, louder, it was bouncing around the walls, filling his head and scaring him. The source was unknown but familiar to him, it was... it was their voice but—

“Jyushi!” The boy shot Up from his sleep, almost hitting the ceiling as the nightmare faded from memory. He heard his name again, the voice of his spouse filling him with a sense of calm as he shot up fo fun down the stairs and see what they needed.

“Sunshine?” He called, dartin his gaze around with a giddy smile.

“K-kitchen,” it faltered at the wavered voice, and when he turned to peer into the kitchen he couldn’t help but feel the worse sense of relief wash over him.” I-I don’t, I mean—“ the gun was held in their hand, and over the table lay someone who had broken in through the kitchen window.

One shot to the head, one to the back. It made Jyushi feel sick that he was just happy that it wasn’t his lover.

—

“You... did this...” Totty has always pictured walking home to a dead spouse, blood dripping from the hair he spent hours petting, eyes vacant and lifeless as he only screamed for help to an empty house hold. It was a nightmare of his but this, this reality before him, was something he could have never seen coming. He felt like he was going to throw up; his lover was standing perfectly still, knife settled between their fingers, held wit such confidence it seemed like it belonged there. The vacant state they held was horrifying in nature, especially when put to the fact that before them a man had been strapped to a pulley system; one end of the rope was tied around his arm, the other situated a noose around his neck. By what Totty could gleam he’d choked himself by trying to grab the knife from her to free himself.

The youngest only stared for a moment longer, his lunch exiting onto the floor as he staggered back and away from his lover, back hitting the wall and sending him to the floor. They only smiled to him, a cutesy giggle touching their lips as the shoved the knife into the wall, hands held sweetly before them.

“They’ve been flirting with you, I couldn’t let that slide,” their eyes darkened, and Totty’s widened,” you understand, don’t you, baby?”

[whumpmatsus]

Why hello there new blog. 👀 I shall watch with interest. Would it be fine to ask for Karamatsu with a bad stomachache/similar?

hehe, I hope you enjoy watching!

and YES of course! God I'm such a Karamatsu girl 😩

We've got some of everything here, I think? Oops All Matsus! XD ... but the Choukeimatsu is definitely strong in this one haha

enjoooooy! <3

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It’s kind of a given that in a house with six brothers in close quarters, anything one of them catches is going to end up running its way through all of them.

It’s… less of a given that Karamatsu is going to be the one who recovers last.

Most of the time he’s the first one to push through it, seemingly via sheer power of will because he wants to take care of the others. Or, at least, he’s not usually the one still down for the count when everyone else is on the mend.

This time around, he’s been curled up on the couch since all of them woke up this morning. They’re all feeling fine, while he’s apparently still feeling like crap.

He’s set himself up with a wastebasket nearby and he’s refused everything his brothers have tried to shove down his throat ― water, food, even medicine is turned away. They all might think he’s just being stubborn if not for the fact that he’s so clearly still sick. Regardless, they’ve stopped trying to offer since they know he isn’t going to take any of it.

As far as Karamatsu himself is concerned, if whatever sickness he’s got is going to kill him, he wishes it would hurry up and do so already. He doesn’t know how much more he can take. There’s an uncomfortable, cramping heat in his belly that’s constantly threatening to flip into something much worse. He’s been vomiting for a couple days now, on and off, like the rest of his brothers. Unlike them, however, it hasn’t gotten much better for him.

He tries so hard to be cool and unbothered. This is starting to worry him, though. How come everyone else is back to normal while he continues to struggle not to puke at the mere thought of plain rice?

For as much as Totty claims to hate germs, the youngest has been camping out next to the couch most of the morning, playing on his phone. It affords Karamatsu a view of the games Totty’s playing and the videos he’s watching; distractions as he tries to keep himself from tossing what little there is left to toss in his stomach. He isn’t sure whether or not Totty planned it that way, just that he’s grateful for something else to focus on other than the unbearable nausea.

“Heyyyy, Karamatsu-nii-san,” he suddenly speaks up, holding the phone closer to his miserable older brother’s line of sight. “What do you think of this pretty girl? Is her dress the right color for winter? It’s cute, but, I don’t know… I think maybe she would have looked better in blue…”

Now, Karamatsu isn’t sure what it is about the video clip Totty is showing him. It might be the bright lights in the background, or it might be the twirling motions the woman on the screen is making. Or, quite frankly, it might be nothing at all, since he feels so horrible.

But only a few seconds after he squints at the video clip, his stomach rebels against something. Although he wants to reply to his dearest younger brother, the second he parts his lips to give a clever retort, he feels his stomach clench. Saliva pools in his mouth, and he quickly raises a hand up to his face.

He swallows once. Twice. Three times. He tries to take a breath, in through his nose and out through his mouth like Choromatsu taught him. Nothing helps, because he ends up gagging anyway.

Immediately Totty yelps and launches himself away from the sofa. All the noise, particularly Karamatsu’s heaving, catches the attention of the rest of the sextuplets. Soon enough, someone has hurried over to hold the wastebasket beneath him, and someone else is using what feels like all their strength to help prop him over it so he doesn’t miss.

A brief glance up reveals that the one holding him is Jyushimatsu ― of course, he’s the most coordinated of them all ― and Choromatsu is playing trashcan jockey. Karamatsu’s head swims again, and that small motion is all that’s needed for his stomach to protest again. He retches a few times before whatever is left, which can’t be much at this point, splatters into the can.

“Totty!” he can hear Choromatsu scolding the youngest. “W-what the hell was that for?!”

“What was what for?!” Totty retorts. “I was trying to cheer him up! It’s not my fault!”

Ichimatsu snickers from his spot in the corner. “Che, so you made Shittymastu sick by trying to help. Sounds about right for you.”

“Excuse me?! You take that back or I’ll post that video of you being a drunk asshole online so everyone can laugh at my big, dumb brother!”

“HEY!” It’s Osomatsu who quiets the entire room with one sharp word. He’s knelt next to the couch, one hand trying to keep Karamatsu’s hair out of his face. “Would you guys all shut the fuck up? For God’s sakes, let the poor bastard puke in peace! The last thing he needs is to hear you douches arguing while he’s giving the trashcan a new coat of paint!”

For his part, Karamatsu appreciates his older brother standing up for him when he’s unable to do so himself. It’s just a little hard to convey that when his body is trying to bring up everything he’s eaten ever in his life.

It hurts, too. The sensation in his stomach is tight now, painful like there’s a knife stuck in his middle. Every gag makes a stabbing, all-over pain spiderweb through his whole body. As if he’s made of porcelain and something is repeatedly making cracks.

Finally he thinks it should be over, because nothing else is coming up. He shudders and heaves and it doesn’t produce anything other than an uncomfortable ache in his throat. Honesty, his entire body is aching now.

He lets out a few ragged breaths before slumping back onto the sofa, predictably pulled into a more-careful-than-usual Jyushimatsu hug. “It’s okay, Karamatsu-nii-san! I’ve got you!!”

“Aaah.” Karamatsu lifts his hand and places it, shaking, on his little brother’s head to praise him for a job well done. “Jyushimatsu… I’ll leave it to you… to tell my Karamatsu girls… I loved them…”

He hears Ichimatsu scoff. “You should be more worried that you were puking without puking than your nonexistent fangirls, you dumbass.”

“Yeah, that was weird,” Osomatsu agrees. “You heard that too, Ichimatsu?”

“Mhm. It almost made me want to hurl again.”

“Yeah… he should be better by now. I mean, we’re all fine. And he hasn’t been eating, so it’s not like there’s anything left in there. What’s his stupid body trying to throw up? His Goddamn kidneys?”

Karamatsu hears Choromatsu groan. “Oh, my God, you guys are disgusting!” When Karamatsu looks up, the third eldest is hovering over him with a concerned expression. “Ah… they… might be right, though. Karamatsu-nii-san… you’re just as sick as we all were at the beginning of this. It doesn’t seem like you’ve improved like we have. How… do you feel now? Any better since you threw up?”

He tries to laugh. It comes out sounding more like a sob, though. “N… no…” It feels like even too deep a breath will tip the scale on his nausea and cause another avalanche. “I’m… I’m dizzy… it still hurts.”

“A-ah, gosh…” Choromatsu’s hand sets lightly against Karamatsu’s cheek, then neck, and if his face is any indicator, he doesn’t like what he feels. “You’ve… still got a fever. And you’re sweating and lightheaded and… still throwing up. Shit.”

He moves his hand to gently card through his big brother’s hair as if trying to reassure him. “Karamatsu-nii-san… d-do you think you could make it to the doctor? If we helped you?”

That’s not an idea he enjoys entertaining. Having to get up off the couch, bundle up in a coat, ride the train… it sounds so exhausting. He’s already tired. But… if Choromatsu is even bringing it up, he must think it’s a better idea than Karamatsu continuing to try and recover on the couch.

He manages a nod. “Sure… sure, if you help me.”

“Great.” Choromatsu straightens up and heads for the door. “I’ll go call the office and see if they can get you an appointment today. If they can, I’ll go with you, and…” He surveys the rest of the room. “… I’d prefer at least onemore person go with us, just in case.”

“Yeah, I’ll go, no problem.” The eldest’s voice is one Karamatsu didn’t expect to hear, though maybe he should have. Osomatsu is still lingering on the floor next to him, taking the spot where Totty was, and, now that Karamatsu thinks about it, he can feel his older brother gently rubbing his shoulder. “… Do you think maybe we should try to force him to drink something, too? You can’t survive without water, right?”

Choromatsu sighs; not necessarily because it’s one more thing to add to the list, but it sounds like he’s just worried. He probably doesn’t want to force one of his brothers to do anything ― especially one of his big brothers, and especially when said big brother is already so sick. “I mean… yeah, it’s not good that he hasn’t had anything to drink today, and not much in the last few days. Throwing up so much is probably making him dehydrated… which, stupidly enough, can make him throw up more.”

Osomatsu hums in thought and gives Karamatsu’s shoulder a small squeeze to get his attention. “Hey, Karamatsu. Do you think you could handle some tea?”

“Really weak tea,” Choromatsu hurries to clarify. “You’re not supposed to drink anything too intense after throwing up.”

Karamatsu shuts his eyes in a desperate bid to avoid the worried, pleading faces of his brothers looking back at him. Just thinking about anything going into his body and sliding down his throat right now makes his stomach swirl viciously.

He feels Jyushimatsu hug him a little tighter, which doesn’t help matters. “Aww, please, Karamatsu-nii-san! You can drink some tea for your little brother, right? Riiiiight?”

A groan is what he gets in response, though the giggling suggests he isn’t too broken up about it.

His hair is brushed back, and stroked through a few times. “Well,” Osomatsu says softly, “how about for your big brother, then?”

After a moment of thought, Karamatsu lets out a whimper, leaning his head closer that way in an obvious attempt for more affection. “I… suppose I do only have one older brother, after all…”

He hears Choromatsu chuckle by the door. “Good, good. I’ll make some, then. We’ll try not to make you drink too much… and… I’ll call the doctor while I boil water for it. Hopefully they can fit you in. In the meantime, just, um… try to rest, alright?”

At the very least, he doesn’t have to tell Karamatsu twice. The second eldest relaxes, keeping his eyes shut. He hears Osomatsu quietly urge Jyushimatsu to switch positions, and he scoots himself up onto the couch. Somehow he manages to pull Karamatsu into his lap, letting his younger brother curl up against his stomach.

“Hey, there. It’s okay. Big brother’s gotcha, Kara.” A careful touch runs up and down Karamatsu’s back, bringing the slightest sense of relief. “Get some sleep.”

Then Osomatsu pauses, and with a laugh he adds, “Just… warn me if you’re gonna puke again, okay?”

[winedwords]

Aleister | Wicked Games | Black

Title: Wicked Games

Pairing; Aleister Black/unnamed OFC

Words; 3985

Summary; Run darling, for I am hungry.

Warnings; Werewolves, magick, smut, slight dubcon, outdoor sex, alcohol, non graphic descriptions of death, murder, and dismemberment. 

Author’s Note: Hi. I’m sorry I’ve been gone. I’m trying to be better and get better, I’ve been struggling with anxiety, depression, and one hell of a writer’s block. Please accept this as my submission and tell Raini she’s pretty okay? Its still Halloween on the Best Coast.

Run. Run. Run.

Don't look behind you, don't think about the snapping twigs and the howls and yips and growls behind you.

Just run.

It was that mantra that kept me moving forward even if my lungs were starved for air and the muscles in my legs were screaming from the overexertion. I thought I could feel his breath at my neck and it spurned me forward, dodging and weaving through the trees. Every time I blinked, I saw his burning amber eyes and his growled words echoing in my ears, the fear still just as fresh as it had been when I first heard the screams.

Do not let me catch you. It's a game. Just - it's a game. Please... Please, don't let me catch you. I don't want to win this game, not now.

When Aleister Black had first rolled into my small Florida town, I had a hard time meeting his eyes. Danger and the threat of violence seemed to ooze from every pore in his body, let alone his intimidating presence. He was tall and broad, tattoos covering every visible inch of his upper body, his eyes sharp and calculating as they roamed over everyone and everything. I remember him walking into the diner where I worked the day after he'd moved to town and a hush had fallen over the establishment, even the rowdy bikers in the corner booth went still.

Of course he'd sat in my section. It was just my luck that he would. I remember being struck by how he had moved like a large cat, all sinewy muscle and effortless grace in what was clearly an expensive navy suit. When he'd sat at the counter and eyed the menu in front of him disinterestedly, the sleeves of his suit hiked high, exposing even more colorful ink high on his wrists, the patterns and symbols disappearing up into the sleeves of his jacket. My hands had shook something fierce as I had poured him coffee, somehow by the grace of whatever divinity exists, I had not spilled more than a drop.

"Relax, katje. I am another patron of your establishment, just here to enjoy the hospitality my new home has to offer."

His lightly accented voice was smoother than the hundred dollar bourbon I had snuck a nip of during the holidays and the way his sharp eyes had softened just a touch had done wonders to soothe my frayed nerves. I felt trapped in his gaze, but it wasn't something uncomfortable, oh no, his small smile had chased away any fears of this man. It was his words though that had seemed to break the spell of silence that had befallen the diner and the usual ruckus of Sunday breakfast had resumed.

He never did order anything beyond his coffee nor did he introduce himself, he just sat at the counter surveying the people of the diner over the rim of the tan mug that seemed so tiny in his hands. At the time, it hadn't struck me as odd that he seemed to be paying attention to the rowdy group of bikers in the corner booth. I made sure to top off his cup every time I passed by and I would be warmed to my core by the small, soft smile he would always send my way before it was wiped from his face as he turned to resume studying the occupants of the diner.

It was while I was tending to a particularly difficult group of teenage girls that he had disappeared and I was almost hurt that he'd left without saying goodbye. I had come back to his seat, heart heavy for a reason I didn't quite understand to clear his space of the empty cup and the small carafe of cream, when I saw it. The fresh, crisp hundred dollar note, underneath the saucer. I had looked around, eyes wide, for the mysterious man who had left a ninety eight dollar tip for a two dollar tab.

I didn't find him.

The next day, high ranking members of that biker gang, Los Lobos de Muerte, began to go missing. At first, local law enforcement had chalked it up to natural power struggles that sometimes shook criminal enterprises such as theirs. It wasn't until they began finding the bodies that the meetings that they were having near the end of my closing shifts began to get serious, the lawmen's faces dark and lined with worry and tension.

They had tried to keep their voices down as to not alarm whomever may have been in the diner that late with them, but I always seemed to catch a word here, a phrase there. They had been finding bodies in the woods, bodies that had looked like they had been mangled by something very large and very angry. The grizzled old police chief had looked gray in the face as he had muttered that he hadn't seen anything like this since the Lobos had driven the Vampiros out of town in the early nineties, when he had been a fresh faced homicide detective.

That was the overwhelming fear then, a gang war.

The nights I worked the late shift were not my favorites, as I would have to walk the ten minutes to my small flat alone and in near total darkness, with only the odd streetlight and my cell phone to illuminate my path. Since the bodies had begun being found, it was like I could see the bodies of dead bikers at the backs of my eyelids, my imagination conjuring up vivid and disturbing images of what those scenes must have looked like. I had chalked it up to my wild imagination then too that there was nothing to the feeling of a predatory pair of eyes watching me during my walk home.

My day shifts were a delight. Like clockwork, thirty minutes after my shift would start, he would walk in to the small diner, seat himself in my section, and patiently wait for me to turn my attentions to him. It was on the fourth occasion that I finally learned his name, Aleister Black. It was on the seventh occasion that he had kissed my knuckles goodbye, leaving me with a permanent flush staining my cheekbones and the sensation of walking on air for the rest of the night.

Beneath the cool and intimidating exterior, was a thoughtful and quiet man. He had a carefully articulate opinion on everything, whether it was the news of the day on the old television behind me or which of Luis the cook's pies were better. He was unerringly gentle, or so I thought, and mild mannered. Aleister had told me of growing up in Amsterdam, of his passion for his profession, professional wrestling, and his interest in collecting old vinyl albums. He'd even sought fit to show me personal photos, like those of his small puff cloud of a kitten named Totty Potato and of the wall of flash tattoo art he had slowly been putting together in his home.

I ignored the healing bruises on his knuckles. The faint traces of something rusty brown underneath his trimmed nails and lining his nail beds. The barely there, but still suspicious stains of the same color along the hems of his pants. The small cut below his eye had made me ask questions for a moment, but he had quickly given me a story about tripping while trying to avoid stepping on a mischievous Totty who had gotten underfoot.

We had fallen into an easy routine and I wasn't ashamed to say that I was infatuated by the man. I like to think that we became close during those moments in time, that I had gained a friend whom had the potential to be so much more than a friend.

It all came to a head tonight.

I was invited out by Sarah, one of the other waitresses in the diner, to this house party happening on the outskirts of town which she claimed was hosted by one of her friends. Halloween in our small town wasn't a joyous occasion, as the holiday had been marked by a string of disappearances every year for as long as anyone could seem to remember. The senior citizens in town would warn the young children in town to avoid going into the woods at night, for the things that made those sounds would surely eat them. The teens had found it to be a rite of passage, whoever could get the farthest into the woods would be seen as some sort of hero.

It was as we got older that the woods began to make us wary. On more than once occasion, I thought I had seen something staring back at me, only for it to disappear once I had blinked. I would have been happy to never go near the woods again, but my coworker was insistent. She was a bit of a wild one, always showing up to her shifts late, sometimes still drunk, with a half feral grin on her face.

She insisted on dressing me up as a woodland nymph, all gauzey material and chiffon and wild curls with strategic streaks of gold shimmer and glitter placed all over my body. Sarah had insisted that we'd be indoors all night, that there was no need for a jacket, that the tiny dress and the skyscraper heels were completely appropriate. I had agreed, especially after she had nudged some tequila shots my way.

The trip to the small house where the party was being held passed by in a blur of giggles and tequila. We had taken a cab and I dismissed it as a trick of the light the way her eyes seemed to flash a burning gold every time I would throw my head back to laugh uproariously at whatever joke the cabbie had told us, but when I turned to her with my brow furrowed, there was nothing.

We'd heard the party as we had turned onto the dirt road leading to the house, the bass reverberating in the air. When we had pulled up to the house, it was clear that this was a party unlike any I had seen or attended before. Motorcycles were lined up in a neat row on one side of the driveway but the other side was littered with bodies, some seemingly passed out, others milling and stumbling about.

I didn't have time to think as Sarah grasped my wrist in an iron grip so tight that I was sure it would leave bruises and dragged me from the cab and through the front door, the bass of the music swallowing my protests. She released me as soon as we were in the middle of the writhing dance floor and I had lost myself in the music, undulating and writhing in time with the frantic beat.

There was no concept of time passing, as I giggled and danced with both Sarah and nameless, faceless strangers alike without a care in the world. There was a peculiar energy to the room, something that spoke to the pleasant hum of alcohol in my veins and the primal side of my subconscious that would have terrified me if I had not been so inebriated. I had been enjoying myself with a ridiculously attractive man with long brown hair and a smile that damn near liquefied my panties, when I was pulled away roughly, stumbling backwards. My back was pressed against skin and leather, an all too familiar tattooed arm wrapped possessively around front.

I could see my dance partner's brilliant blue eyes go wide as he put his hands up in surrender and I could feel the rumble of growled words, which sent the other man retreating into the crowd with his proverbial tail tucked between his legs and Sarah was practically beaming, the light playing that trick again where her eyes appeared gold and maniacal.

"Do you like her Aleister? I got her just for you, just for tonight! She's perfect!"

He would have responded, I could feel the growl from his chest down to my core, but both he and the music were cut off by a pulse of energy that made every hair stand on end and every instinct in me screamed to run. I would have taken off if it weren't for his arm banding tighter around my chest as a cry went up around the room. Oh God, it was not a trick of the light.

The vast majority of the partygoers had those same golden eyes, their faces shifting ever so slightly to something sharper and more predatory, and all the attention was focused on me. I stiffened with fear, trembling something terrible and it felt like I had been dunked into a tub of ice water, sobriety hitting me like a freight train. No one dared to make a move though they did stare hungrily at me and I felt pinpricks in my hip... Were those claws?!

I could feel the tall man behind me shift on his feet, leaning down to whisper into my ear, though instinctually I knew that everyone in the room could hear his words like they were shouted.

"Stay close to me and no one will touch you. Just think of this as a game, katje. I will take care of you."

I had barely nodded my head when he barked at the horde of partygoers to go outside and they followed obediantly and without question, though Sarah seemed to linger amongst the last to leave, her face filled with malice and triumph. Aleister waited until everyone had shuffled outside to whirl me around, his normal sharp blue eyes suddenly a startling burning amber and the rough palms of his hands braced on my shoulders to keep me in place.

"Listen to me and listen to me closely because there isn't much time. You are precious to me and this was not the way I wanted this to be. You are going to see and experience things tonight that I wouldn't wish for you. I will do my best to shield you from the worst of it, katje, but you must promise me this. You must not let anyone catch you once it starts. Get out of the woods and to the road as fast as you can."

I blinked glibly, trying to process what exactly was going on.

"I-I don't understand, what is happening Aleister? I'm scared, this isn't like you and what is happening with your eyes?"

His nostrils flared as he took a deep inhale, the pupils of his now gold eyes blowing wide as I could make out the nervous bobbing of his Adam's apple through his beard. His hands tightened on my shoulders and he leaned in close, his eye contact unwavering. Aleister was close, oh so close, wearing nothing but a leather vest with intricate patches in a foreign language and strange symbols and a pair of dark jeans that had too have been painted on. The heat was radiating off of him and soaking into my cold with fear body.

"I can smell the tequila you had before you came here. I can smell the whiskey that Cole drank before he started to dance with you. I know that your boss at the diner yells at you if you're not early to your shift in the office. I know you're terrified out your mind right now. I'm asking you to trust me and do what I say. I will explain as much as I can."

The earnestness of his words and the honesty in his eyes had me nodding in assent before I had even realized what I had done. I couldn't take it back, as he had grasped me by the hand, interlacing our fingers, and pulled me to the backyard.

As soon as we had crossed the threshold, a cacophony of cries and howls went into the air, the blood thirst suddenly and painfully clear. Whatever warmth that had been imparted on me by Aleister's closeness had been chased away yet again by the ice cold wave of fear that pumped through my system. Sarah was there, at the front of the crowd, looking feral and hungry, ruthless glee clear in her body language.

The man next to me raised his hand and the din quieted instantaneously.

"This one, she is mine to hunt. Only mine. The bitch who brought her here though..."

This wasn't the Aleister who had comforted me inside. This wasn't the quiet and gentle man who kept me company during my shifts. This was the man I had caught glimpses of that first time he had strolled into town: powerful, commanding, and cold. His claiming words sent a shiver of fear and... anticipation? down my spine. The horde of people in the back turned their hungry gazes to Sarah, who's face went pale and fearful.

"She will be the first sacrifice to Herne tonight."

A victorious chorus of yips went up as the group moved as a single unit to surround Sarah, her cries for mercy and pleads barely audible. There was a primordial electricity in the air and it was affecting everyone, some sort of shift overtaking everyone. It was that first cry of pain from the center of the group that made the watchful Aleister turn to me and order me to run.

Do not let me catch you. It's a game. Just - it's a game. Please... Please, don't let me catch you. I don't want to win this game, not now.

He was different, like he was bursting through his skin and could barely contain his energy. His teeth were bared and sharper than I remembered. I needed no other provocation, kicking off the tower like heels and taking off into the woods, screams and the sickeningly wet sound of flesh tearing following me.

I could see him at the corners of my eyes, alternating between from running on all fours like an animal and running faster than should be possible on two legs. It was hell trying to not think about the forest floor cutting into my feet, thorns and stones having cut the soles of my feet open and bloody long ago. I knew he was toying with me, getting close enough to growl  my name or breaking twigs, just to drive me further into my panic. It was when he reached out to touch my arm, that I knew I was done for.

The sudden touch to the back of my arm startled me just enough that it broke my concentration on the path in front of me and I tripped heavily over an exposed tree root. The impact of the fall drove the air out of my lungs as pain bloomed in my hands  and forearms. Not one second later, Aleister was upon me, flipping me over to face him as he loomed over my body, his knees bracketing my hips and his hands pinning my wrists to the ground.

"I'm sorry. katje. I didn't want it like this, didn't want to hurt you. This... I'm not strong enough to fight this. The call, the magick is too strong."

It was at this point that I realized he was completely naked and... painfully aroused if the heavy length pressing into my abdomen was anything to go on. Whatever magick had taken a hold of him, was beginning to affect me, a warm and pleasant tingle starting at my extremities and working towards my center, the buzz in my veins competing with my fear in a way that was maddening.

"You said that this was just a game."

He shook his head wildly, hair slick with sweat.

"Its the Hunt. Once a year... I'm so sorry, it's too much for even me to resist."

What possessed me to crane upwards and brush my lips against his still baffles me, as did my words, "I trust you. Take what you need."

He groaned and then his hands were everywhere.

The fabric of my dress and my undergarments shredded underneath his grip and his mouth was leaving violent, open mouthed and bruising kisses along my neck and chest, teeth digging in hard enough to leave imprints of his too sharp to be human canines. The buzz of the Hunt magick was pumping through my veins, fanning the small embers of arousal into something almost painful.

He'd shifted so that my legs were around his hips and the blunt head of himself was brushing up against my slick core, catching in a way that drove little gasps out of me and sent my hips rutting upwards like I was in heat. His grip around my wrists was painful as he growled a warning to be careful, but I paid no mind, the haze of magick having already driven the sense from my body. It took several tries, but I finally rolled my hips in such a way that I caught the tip of his cock at my entrance and then I pushed my hips upward to impale myself on as much of him as I could.

Aleister barked at the sudden penetration, but wasn't caught off guard for long, driving himself into me with a force that sent all the air out of my lungs and my eyes wide. He was a force of nature then, pistoning himself in and out of me at a merciless pace, his teeth bared in my face. I was a creature of sensation, mewling and whining and screaming with every thrust.

I made the mistake of, in the foggy red haze of lust and pleasure, of raising my hips to meet Aleister's. He apparently took it as a challenge to his masculinity because I blinked and I was on all fours, with his hand gripping my hair painfully tight and his teeth drawing blood in my shoulder blade. I wasn't sure if it was his teeth or the feel of him impossibly deep in me or some sort of combination of both but my voice was driven from me and I had no choice but to claw at the dirt and pant under his body's assault of mine.

The coil that had been tightening in me at a too rapid pace was at the verge of snapping when he reached between us to pinch at the little bundle of nerves just above where we were joined and I screamed as my vision went white.  Neither the tremors that wracked my body or the way that my internal walls clung to him greedily seemed to slow Aleister down and I was soon just a raw and exposed nerve ending of pleasure.

My memory of what happened after that was spotty. I know  that we spent several hours rolling around on the forest floor, taking our fill of one another in the most primal and carnal of ways. Even through the red haze of the Hunt magick and lust, I could vaguely recall a tall, impossibly tall man, with hair as red as fire and the most beautiful of antlers watching us almost proudly before disappearing within a blink of an eye.

I woke up to the sun peeking through my windows, completely naked but clean, in my own bed. I was sore, painfully so, but my cuts were cleaned and my poor feet bandaged. Next to me on the night stand was an overly large bottle of water, three protein bars, and a carefully folded note. My body screamed, every inch of skin seemingly bruised and every muscle shaking from over exertion, as I rolled across the queen bed to reach the note.

We need to talk. I will be at your home at nightfall.

Herne was among us last night.

Aleister. xx

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A Different Background-Eggsy Unwin x Reader

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Summary: Requested by anonymous: ‘Hi! I really like your writing it’s incredible ❤❤ can you please write an Eggsy x reader where the reader is a very serious agent and she’s been part of the kingsman before Eggsy and he really likes her and try to grab her attention in many ways and most of them fail leaving him embarrassed while Charlie and the others make fun of him but when he refuses to shoot JB that’s when he caught her attention (it takes place during the first film)? I’ll love you forever if you did it! ❤❤’

Characters: Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Meanings: (Y/H/L)= Your hair length (Y/H/C)= Your hair colour

Warnings: Bit of swearing

(A/N: Gonna do third person again. Also may have changed it slightly.)

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Merlin stood with his clipboard, his back straight as he eyed down the new recruits. They too were stood in two lines in front of him, hands behind their backs, awaiting their orders. Most of them looked like the usual material; posh, a wealthy background, maybe a little snobby. All except one. Perhaps thing would be a little different during this recruitment. Merlin started by introducing himself, explaining how the how this job interview would play out. He loved to see the petrified faces as he mentioned the body bags.

Eggsy Unwin was a little disturbed by it all. These people weren’t fucking around. He tried to maintain a stern face, recalling his training in the marines. No way were these people going to care him off on the first day.

“Alright, now that we’ve gone that settled,” Merlin’s posture became a little relaxed,“I will not be alone on this. I have one of our finest members joining me. Ladies and gentlemen, this is Agent Guinevere.” Eggsy was suddenly paying more attention. The most gorgeous woman he had ever seen walked in, her steps silent as if she were on clouds. Her (Y/H/L), (Y/H/C) framed her face which held a plain expression, though that didn’t make her any less beautiful. She held such a confidence stance, she knew she was good but not in an obnoxious way. Eggsy found himself standing a little taller, chest popping out and head held high.

“I have never seen a better agent than her. Don’t let her intimidate you though, she’s really a sweetheart.” Merlin reassured them.

She smirked slightly, scaring some of the recruitments. They knew what they were getting themselves into, but that didn’t mean they were any less afraid. Merlin continued to brief them, giving her time to assess them. They were only but a year or so younger than her, she was one of the youngest agents. None of them stood out to her, except one man. He wasn’t dressed like the rest, sweatpants, bomber jacket and a snapback hat. Whoever picked him saw something, what is was she didn’t know yet. Perhaps this recruitment would be interesting.

It was their first night at Kingsman, but little did they know that it was also their first test. Merlin and Guinevere stood at the two way mirror, watching as they settled down for the night.

“That Eggsy, he’s different from the others.” she spoke up.

“Yes, very good skills though. Great in gymnastics, coach said he could go to the olympics, did very well in the marines until he quit. Has family problems.” Merlin informed her.

“They’re a good bunch. Let’s hope they do well.” Their attention went back to the mirror.

“Eggy, saw you checking out the agent.” Charlie teased arrogantly. They had some sort of beef between them.

Eggsy ingnored him whilst Guinevere blushed slightly.

“As if you would ever be with someone like that. She hardly spared a glance at you. It’s not like you’re going to pass these tests anyway.”

Eggsy spun around, ready to punch him before another recruitment, Roxy, stopped him. Charlie and his followers laughed, enjoying this. He was a stuck up brat, he had probably always got his way. Guinevere hated people like that.

They were all finally asleep, unaware of what was to come. Silently, water began to fill the room, waking them up as it reached their beds. Panicked, they all started to shout over on another until someone had the idea of using the showers as air tubes. Heading straight towards them, they bent them round the U-bend of the toilet, breathing through them. Eggsy had swam to the door, using all his strength to get it open. Guinevere bit her lip, anxious for all of them. But when Eggsy approached the window, she knew that it had clicked in his mind what I do. Her and Merlin simply stood to the side as the glass broke, the recruitments all falling out with the water. He had done it, he figured it out.

Merlin congratulated Eggsy and the others who figured out the U-bend trick.

“That’s cause he’s seen a lot of them.” Charlie smirked, referring to the two way mirror.

“I didn’t see you breaking the glass.” Guinevere snapped.“What were you planning to do? Stay next to the toilet for the rest of your life?”

Some of them snickered, especially Eggsy. Listening to the others accents made him cringe at how posh they were, but when he heard her speaking, he somehow fell in love with it.

The tasks continued, more trainees were eliminated. Guinevere knew who would be in the finals, something inside her made her happy that Eggsy was there. Perhaps it was because he had proved himself in front of the others, perhaps it was because he had been constantly flirting with her. She quite enoyed it but wouldn’t let it show.

There was the time where they had to do their paper test. Those who remained sat at desks like school children, whilst Guinevere sat at a desk like a teacher. When they were finished, they would hand them in to the agent. As she sat there with a book to keep her occupied, she didn’t really pay attention when they brought up their papers. Eggsy saw his opportunity, swiping up his papers with a flourish, he swaggered his way towards the desk, sliding the paper towards her. He willed for her to put the book down, just to look at him once. Her eyes lifted from the book for a second, just to catch him tripping over his own feet. Stumbling towards the door, he regained his posture, clearing his throat before walking out. As usual, Charlie was snickering, immediately shutting up when he fell upon Guinevere’s stare.

Then there was the parachute task. This decided the final three. As they plummeted thousands of feet towards the ground, Eggsy had to hold onto Roxy, thinking that he was without a parachute. They were lucky not to be detected in the radars and land in the 'K’. Merlin complimented him on his quick thinking, only to be snapped at. Eggsy felt targeted, embarrassed and frustrated that he was picked out, just because he was different. For a moment he didn’t care that Guinevere was seeing him like this; he was sick of her turning her nose up at him too. What was the point anymore? Merlin obviously took none of it, pulling in a string on Eggsy’s suit, deploying a parachute that had been there all along. For the second time he fell in front of his new crush, unable to get back up. Though he was happy to have got through, his heart saddened when He saw her walk away from him again, no second glance spared.

Guinevere was sat in a hallway, awaiting whoever would be the new Galahad. It was down to the worst test, the shooting of the dogs. Crossing her legs, she took in the peace, knowing some sort of shot storm would come along at one point. The doors to Arthur’s office slammed open then quickly shut as Eggsy stormed out. Yet again he was angry, fuming that someone could belittle him like that. He stopped in his tracks as he spotted the young woman sat down.

Just as he was about to storm away again, she called out to him.“Eggsy, stop where you are.”

For some reason he listened.“What? You want to kick me while I’m down too? Go on then, you posh totties get off on it, dont ya’?”

She widened her eyes, sarcasm rolling off her tongue.“Wow, haven’t heard that one before.” her eyes softened, smiling slightly.“Why didn’t you just do it Eggsy? Why throw it all away now?”

“I just couldn’t. JB was my only other friend besides Roxy.”

“Jason Bourne?”

He smiled.“Yeah.”

“Good, for a moment I thought you named him after James Bond or something; that would be too cliche.”

Eggsy couldn’t believe she was talking to him.“Why are you talkin’ to me now? All this time you ignored me.”

Guinevere laughed.“I have to ignore everyone, I cant get attached to anyone, not that I would anyway.”

He felt slightly embarrassed.“O-oh, course, why would you…”

“Looking back on it, I’ve got to say, I’m very impressed, especially not shooting your dog in front of the big boss man.”

“Well, thanks.”

A gunshot rang out, startling Eggsy. Guinevere didn’t even blink, the sound being white noise to her.

“Looks like Roxy got the job.” Guinevere said.

“She deserves it.” Eggsy nodded to himself, slumping down the corridor.

“Eggsy,” Guinevere called his name again. He looked over his shoulder,“this won’t be the last time we see each other.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Just a feeling. I’m looking forward to it though.”

[monsteramongmen-tamer]

#67: “Stop being so cute”  &  #70:  “This is why I fell in love with you.”  -Aleister Black.

Thank you @reigns420 for the request! I hope you like it!

Tagging: @kaitlynwwefan, @littleprincess1621, @m-a-t-91, @luckygillblog, @finnbalorsbabygirl, @unabashedwwesmut

You moved to the US about a year ago for your fiance, Aleister Black. He had signed a contract with WWE and needed to move to Florida, so he was able to go to the performance center everyday.

It really was an exciting time. Aleister was now on NXT and was already a fan favorite. They liked the badass, mysterious vibe he had.

Aleister spent most of his time at the performance center, while you were at home most of the time. You had a job too, but it was a work from home job. You loved it. It also gives you the chance to hang out with your new cat, Totty Potato.

You and Aleister had agreed to get a cat when he realized he’d be gone so much, that way you wouldn’t be too lonely. It was nice.

Since you did have some free time, you made Totty famous. You made him an Instagram account. He was pretty popular. Not as popular as 2Pawz, but he’ll get there. He’s just as cute.

Anytime Aleister was home, he wouldn’t really hang out with Totty, he claimed we got him just for you. You knew he was lying through his teeth, just trying to be a tough guy.

Your mom called and said was in town and wanted you to go shopping with her to look at wedding dresses.

You called your fiance, “Hey babe, my mom is in town and wants to go shopping, will you be home soon so the cat isn’t alone for too long?”

“Yeah, I will be finishing up here soon.” He said.

There was a dress shop your mom took you to. There were all sorts of nice dresses. You tried on probably 13 dresses, but you found the one you want to marry the love of your life in.

Your mom wanted to go to a few more stores, then took you out for dinner. It was fairly late before you finally got home.

You were quiet when you went inside, incase Aleister was asleep. You heard the TV on in the living room so you went in there.

Sure enough, Aleister was in there asleep on the couch. So was Totty. They were cuddling each other. It warmed your heart. You knew Aleister loved that cat, he just didn’t like to show it.

Letting him sleep, you went to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea.

Aleister woke up and stumbled into the kitchen, still holding Totty.

“How was shopping?” He asked.

“It was good. I picked out my wedding dress today.” You said, with a giant smile on your face.

“Oh, that’s exciting. One step closer to being Mrs. Black.” He said.

Totty decided to hop on the counter and play with your keys.

Aleister picked them up and played with him.

Even though he wasn’t supposed to be up there, you couldn’t help but love this.

“Stop being so cute.” You said.

Aleister looked up at you, “Are you talking to me or the cat?”

“You pick.” You said, winking at him.

Totty ran off and Aleister enjoyed a cup of tea with you.

“So you picked a dress huh? What does it look like?” He asked you.

“Well I can’t tell you that, it’s bad luck. You will find out when we get married.” You said.

He sighed, “Hmm. Fair enough. That day can’t come soon enough.”

You sat there in silence for a few minutes and you were in deep thought.

Aleister noticed and asked you, “What are you thinking about?”

“You.” You said, simply.

He leaned in closer, “Really. What about me? How I’m so...handsome?”

You laughed, “No, not this time. You know, this is why I fell in love with you.”

“Care to elaborate on that a bit?” He asked you.

“You kept saying how we got Totty for me, so I’m not lonely when you’re at work, but you love him just as much as I do. He’s like our first child. I loved seeing you cuddling him and playing with him. It just warms my heart.”

“Eh. He’s alright. For a cat.” He said.

“Oh shut up. You’re a great cat dad.” You said.

Aleister was just shaking his head. He stood up and held his hand out waiting for you to grab his. He was ready to go to bed.

When you guys got situated and ready to fall asleep, Totty came in and snuggled right in between you two and fell asleep.

He was definitely you baby. It was nice to have both your favorite boys in bed with you.

[jyushimatsu-falls-in-love]

s2ep12: ooh, i wanna be like yo-o-ou~

I wanna walk like you, talk like you, too~ You'll see it's true, someone like me can learn to be like someone like you~! - “I Wanna Be Like You” from Disney’s The Jungle Book, which kinda suits this week’s main skit :P

[SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT!]

Not gonna lie, when the previews for this week’s ep. were released I grew very concerned. Mostly it’s because of the little boy in the preview, Eitaro - I, and a lot of other people, was thinking that he kinda-sorta-really looked like a certain homerun girl. And then theories were going around, especially one that she was the little boy’s mom... So I got myself a little really worried haha ^^; 

But as it turns out, I had no reason to worry at all orz And I actually really enjoyed this episode, especially little Eitaro’s skit! But we’ll talk about him and his family later.

Let’s start first with the first skit, which is yet another entry in the Totoko-and-Nyaa-(with-Chibita) series. It actually comes in right before the OP! So in this one, Totoko and Nyaa are at Chibita’s stall once again. Totoko is rather troubled, and she makes a big deal out of it, irritating Nyaa. But after some brief contradictory behavior on Totoko’s, we find out what’s bugging her: She wants to... quit being an idol?! Nyaa is shocked - and is actually willing to listen to Totoko’s reasons and maybe help her out! This sudden friendliness and willingness to work out their issues scares Chibita. And I don’t blame him, lol :P To be continued!

(Also, Chibita grew his single strand of hair back! I guess Totoko’s “you’re cuter bald!” flattery from last week didn’t stick much lol. But it’s nice to see his hair again.)

After that comes “The Eitaro Family”, a really cute and silly skit for the most part. We open with Jyushi playing with a little boy with Eitaro in the playground. Eitaro is the most adorable thing, a happy and energetic grade school boy who thinks every silly thing Jyushi does - from burrowing into the ground to extreme biking to dressing as a bird - is awesome! He wants to be just like Jyushimatsu, and Jyushi can’t help but feel flattered and play along. Call him Master (and you’ll get a candy if you do)!

While Jyushi and Eitaro are hanging out, Ichi and Totty spy on them. Apparently Eitaro really, really looks up to Jyushimatsu, and hangs out with him a lot to the point of waiting outside the Matsus’ house every day just to hang out and play. Ichi and Totty think the kid’s looking up to Jyushi for all the wrong reasons; and, well, considering that it’s Jyushi, it might not be too far-fetched to worry about that. (Though to be fair, any child looking up to a Matsuno is probably looking up to them for the wrong reasons too :P)

Jyushi and Eitaro’s friendship is the cutest thing, like oh my goodness ;w; Jyushi clearly enjoys Eitaro looking up to him, and he really tries to make himself look good in the eyes of his little friend. To the point that he’ll even lie about what a NEET is (”It’s a baseball position!”) and what a cherry boy is (”I really like cherries!”) just so that Eitaro would still keep thinking he’s cool haha :P So I guess even Jyushi gets self-conscious! But not entirely, I suppose - he still shamelessly shares the Final Fart Rush technique to his little disciple. And yeah, it’s just as stinky as it sounds :’P But Eitaro finds it super cool!! (And surprisingly enough, while it was still gross, the fart joke didn’t really bother me as previous toilet humor jokes in the last few episodes did. Not quite sure why...)

A week passes, and suddenly Jyushi finds himself in Eitaro’s house, sitting face to face with his mother - who isn’t Homura btw, but is instead an older-looking woman with short hair and a low and really familiar-sounding voice. (No seriously, I feel like I’ve heard Eitaro’s Mom’s VA somewhere else before! But where...?) Eitaro’s been imitating Jyushi lately, and his mom is understandably concerned about who her son’s hanging out with, so she asks Jyushi some questions. Throughout the whole thing Jyushi is very, very self-conscious and embarrassed about some of the questions; and little Eitaro, earnest and excited about his “master” as he is, isn’t really helping Jyushi much lol (“EI-TA-RO-KUN!”)

It’s interesting seeing Jyushi in a place where he's embarrassed of what he’d normally be like, and is instead trying to make himself look presentable. One would think that he wouldn’t care about these sort of things, but he does... I think that really adds to his character and makes him a lot more multi-faceted. It’s interesting. (And so every single Matsu  - except maybe for Oso??? - cares about what other people think of him...)

It then culminates to Jyushi ending up having to demonstrate his Final Fart Rush technique for Eitaro’s Mom. We don’t see the gag itself, but we do see the aftermath - Jyushi’s face got beat up pretty badly, to which Eitaro’s Mom apologizes for. She isn’t really mad at Jyushi though, and instead she wants to ask him a favor.

That favor, as it turns out when Jyushi talks to Ichi and Totty about it, is that Eitaro’s Mom wants Jyushi to spend more time with her son and be his friend. Since Eitaro’s dad’s job makes the family move around a lot, the poor kid never really gets to make any friends; so prior to meeting Jyushi, he was a sad and lonely child. What is it with Jyushi befriending sad brown-haired people and helping them cheer up? This is the second time it’s happened, though the context is worlds different from the previous instance :P Anyway, that being said, Ichi and Totty think - and Jyushi agrees - that what Eitaro really needs is to make friends his age in school, not just depend on Jyushi for friendship all the time.

This is an Otoutomatsu skit!! This is an Otoutomatsu skit and I’m super happy that it is :’D While Ichi and Totty aren’t exactly supportive-supportive, they’re there for their brother when he needs to talk to them and they give pretty decent advice. I love love love the Otoutomatsu combo and I’m very happy to see the three of them (and just the three of them, sorry niichans :P) interacting.

So with that, Jyushi resolves to teach Eitaro even more of his gags and antics. (Including others’ gags and antics... Jyushi, the SHEEH is Iyami’s, not yours, even your own brothers point that out :’P) Surprisingly enough, Eitaro’s Mom goes along with it, and she’s very supportive of her son and his teacher. She even made Eitaro his own yellow Jyushi parka!! Ichi and Totty, on the other hand, are decidedly more tsukkomi about it :P Still, all four adults are there outside the school building when Eitaro shows off his newly-learned gags and antics to his classmates...

...and it turns out to work!! Eitaro has made friends with everyone in his class by the end of the day, and it’s all thanks to Master Jyushi teaching him the ways. Eitaro’s Mom is proud of her son, and Jyushi especially is proud of his little disciple! It’s the cutest, sweetest thing ever!!

...until Eitaro reveals that his newfound gag talents also landed him a girlfriend. Cue Jyushi expelling him from his tutelage and flinging the boy and his mini-Kanojochan into the sky :P ...And instead of getting mad, Eitaro’s Mom finds that awesome and begs Jyushi to be her master too. Jyushi refuses. It won’t stop her from waiting outside the Matsus’ house in a Jyushi parka though. Poor Ichi and Totty :P

So this skit wasn’t what I expected at all, and I’m happy! Aside from the fact that JyushiHomu wasn’t sunk (:P), we got Jyushi having an adorable friendship with an equally adorable little boy, more of his self-conscious side, 110matsu, Otoutomatsu, and a lot lot more!! This skit is very worth it and you should definitely watch it ;v;

After that, we have “Give Them Back”. It’s a Dekapan and Dayon skit. Dekapan’s bored one day, so Dayon has the perfect solution - he rips off Dekapan’s pants. He then has Dekapan chase after him and his pants all over the lab, which makes the old man quite happy again... at first. But then Dayon takes the pants with him and runs everywhere else, forcing Dekapan to run after him completely naked. And the skit is just that, really - Dekapan giving Dayon chase all while yelling at him to give his pants back.

To be honest, there really isn’t much to say about this one, because the premise pretty much stays the same all throughout. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy it! Some notable moments in the skit come to mind:

While running, Dayon and Dekapan come across the other characters, and the two prove to be quite the nuisances :P There’s Totoko and Hatabou, where Totoko becomes scared for her life after seeing the “pervert” Dekapan be completely naked; there’s Oso and Ichi, who lost at pachinko and ended up being spun around by Dekapan and Dayon’s chase; there’s Jyushi and Eitaro, with the latter begging Jyushi to be his master again before they too get spun around by the chase; there’s Kara and Choro at the fishing hole, who end up getting tangled in their fishing lines as a result of Dekapan and Dayon running around them; there’s an Iyami cameo in the escalators of a shopping mall. Tbh the cameos make one of the most memorable parts of this skit

At one point, Dekapan gets tired of the chase and cross at Dayon for all his shenanigans. Dayon tries to get Dekapan to chase him again, waving the old man’s pants in front of him - but Dekapan dramatically gives Dayon the cold shoulder, swatting the pants away and walking away into the sunset. This part was played so seriously and dramatically that it made me laugh. Eeyup.

Near the end of the skit there’s suddenly an art shift into a pixel RPG style. And then an acid trip style. Of all skits to go into art shift, why this one

And it ends with Dayon still running with the pants, and Dekapan yelling at him to give them back, he’s not ever gonna forgive him for this, etc. Dekayon is becoming intense, guys :P

Then finally, we have the last Totoko & Nyaa skit. It looks like Totoko has bared her whole problems to Nyaa, who seems to be listening and sympathizing, so at first it seems to be going well...

...but then Nyaa goes and throws boiling hot konjac on Totoko’s face :P Totoko retaliates by throwing hot daikon slices onto Nyaa’s eyes. Another fight ensues, complete with wrestling tackles and suplexes, and it ends up destroying Chibita’s stall all together. The skit ends with Totoko and Nyaa name-calling and beating each other up, all while Chibita stares ahead... And his regrown stand of hair flies away with the wind, proving it to be fake all along. Ososan’s sense of continuity never fails to amuse me :P

So this week’s ep is a fun one! It’s not the best of the episodes we’ve got so far, but I enjoyed almost every minute of it. “The Eitaro Family” is the crowning jewel of this episode. Hooray for Jyushimatsu and his adorable friendship with Eitaro!! While I think he and his mom would just be oneshot characters, it’d be nice to see them again later down the line. (Also now I want Eitaro to show up in JyushiHomu fanworks ;v; Let Homura and Eitaro interact; I bet she’d love the little guy ♥) (Also I think Dekapan and Dayon might need some couples counselling lol Dayon’s becoming increasingly shadier in this season and I dunno what’s up with that) All in all, thank you for this episode, base-stealing home run!

There’s been some discussion earlier in the stream on whether or not we’ll be having an episode next week. Christmas day falls on a Monday, but I don’t really think it’s considered a day-off day in Japan. According to my research, Christmas Eve is more celebrated there than Christmas day. That being said, there was a tweet made by the official Ososan Twitter account about Christmas some time ago... People are saying it’s about a delay or something. I dunno, we’ll have to see I guess.

Whether or not we’re getting a new episode next week though, we are getting a new episode! And it’s about New Years! “We still celebrate the end of the year,” Totty says in the voiceover. Is that showing on the last day of the year? Well, it turns out New Year’s Day 2018 also falls on a Monday... Will this be what welcomes us into the New Year? Will this be the last episode of the first cour, or the first episode of the second cour? :0 Hmm. Guess we’ll have to wait and see.