#((i really love rei. can you guys tell i think i'm pretty subtle about it))

[primordyalsoul]

What made you pick up this character?

How did you get into this franchise/fandom?

Which song do you feel describes your character the most and why?

@solarisgod || canon questionnaire !

What made you pick up this character?

The Rei brainrot simply took root the moment I saw her on screen. I'm not entirely joking bc when I first started watching eva I was quite quickly drawn to Rei because of the big air of mystery that surrounds her; visually she's very distinct from other characters bc of her hair and eye colours, and compared to the others she has less screen time and far less dialogue. Ofc this is intentional to some extent as we're not supposed to know about Rei's origins till much later, but I was just fascinated by how Rei was so central to lore and mystery of E.vangelion but often not explored as often as others, or put in the peripheral of scenes. BUT the scenes we do have when we get explicit insight into her thoughts and feelings are so so fascinating and lonely and heartbreaking that they stuck in mind often, long after I finished watching the series + the movie. I just couldn't stop thinking about how Rei never had a chance at living; as someone literally created from the hubris and grief of others, someone who was never supposed to be, she's trapped in a cycle of being used, constantly struggling to reconcile any semblance of identity because she's only ever a vessel for people's projections. And most of the time she's very resigned to this, but the brief glimpses of her suppressed feelings, particularly her anger at the whole situation really broke my heart, and I really really just wanted to try my hand at exploring this character who so rarely got to voice herself.

How did you get into this franchise/fandom?

My friend convinced me to watch it lmao. I very vaguely remember watching something from the eva franchise when I was around 13/14, but I can't remember what it was, all I remember was being confused JKGFFKL But yeah I'd been aware of eva because it is so popular and referenced a lot in other things, but my friends recommendation pushed me to finally check it out, so I'd watch episodes and message him my reactions as I watched. I find it funny bc I would ask so many questions and he couldn't tell me shit without watching, he'd just send :) smiley faces as I came up with my own theories, and now I do the exact same to my other friends I rope into watching it HJKKL

Which song do you feel describes your character the most and why?

GOD there are SO MANY songs that I associate with Rei or make me think of her ( shameless plug of my playlist for her ) , but one that makes me lose my mind in particular is Autoclave by the m.ountain goats. The metaphor of the heart as an autoclave, a self-locking pressure chamber, struck me as so reicore because for all the introspection she does, a lot of the time she struggles to understand her own feelings, her own heart, and deep down she's frightened of of doing so because she's scared to confront the 'ugly' parts of her - all the anger and anguish and resentment she buries deep down which, if realised with her ability to literally wipe out humanity, could be dangerous. That sort of destructive, apocalyptic imagery is pretty ripe in this song: "Hand me your hand, let me look in your eyes/ As my last chance to feel human begins to vaporize", "I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam", "And I reach deep down within, but the pathways twist and turn/ And there's no light anywhere, and nothing left to burn" It very much makes me think of Rei leading up to instrumentality, coming to terms with her inevitable 'death'.

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a new blog!! welcome <33

i'd love to hear some rei and kaoru boyfriend hcs :33

a / n gooood mooorning anooooon! thank you very much <3 wanted to give this a try and i think this is now my favourite—im seeing a lot of undead requests tho you all are acting a little sus.. i hope you enjoy!!

SAKUMA REI

you're in for a ride :thumbs up: a whole rollercoaster. buckle up really good.

rei is a little unusual and sometimes even unconventional—the dude sleeps in a whole coffin, tells you he is a vampire (**REAL** NOT CLICKBAIT!!!) the day you meet, speaks like he's from ancient rome or something and he doesn't really have a problem with people knowing. he starts monologuing about creatures of the night right infront of you. if you're not scared off, congrats.

he will warn you tho. its very dangerous to get involved with vampires ohoho oh yes it is. but it's reverse psychology please get involved with him he is extremely lonely. :(

he will be the kind of bf that is more subtle and more verbally affectionate. he's the dude that stands behind you and takes your hand and start reciting something from a book or a poem. something that makes you feel warm. he's not a milk and honey type guy, talks more about 1800s literature. sometimes you do not understand and he will not explain.

sometimes he'll leave you in the dark and have you figure out things—may be fun for some people, less fun for others. he finds it entertaining. part of being with a vampire i guess :shrug:

"the sun has made place for the moon for long. do you not want to sleep, beloved?", he asked, sitting across from you, looking a little smug as he always does—you guessed it was just his face, usually, but his lips curled higher than normal. he is entertained. he is teasing you.

you are not entertained. you've been trying to figure out what in gods name rei told you a while before and all hints he gave you were to look in the history section. "i'm trying to figure out weather you actually complimented or insulted me."

with a hum and a chuckle, he slid a book over the table. and when you looked at the title your heart dropped into your stomach. "..thy eternal summer shall not fade, nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st.."

its translations of shakespearean sonnets.

there's some sad truths here—rei is an idol so he doesn't always have time, and his disease prevents him from going outside at daytime. you may be a little restricted in what you can do when you decide to go out somewhere. at dusk or dawn when you both are awake, he may take you out for a walk.

if you're willing to change up your schedule and stay up longer at night with him sometimes, that would be cool—but it would be basically throwing your whole life upside down so he won't make you do it

if you decide to stay up with him one time though, you won't be able to get enough of it. he'll make your nights worth it. :thumbs up:

rei will teach you how to dance—maybe an old waltz. so you two get to dance in the moonlight. he finds it very romantic. you'll see the adoration on his face when he's facing the window, but only for a split second before you only see his shilouette. and he'll take you on walks to pretty places and hold your hand.

he has kind of made it his mission to keep you safe. rei loves you lots and he wouldn't want anything to ruin your smile. he won't make the same mistake twice, so when you call him, he'll be there immediately.

best bf number 2 :thumbs up: you get the whole package. just help him find his humanity again and heal his wounds from the past!! loving him will still be just like fairytale, still. :)

bonus: this mans coffin doesn't have wheels for nothing. motorcycles are too modern he puts you on his lap and drives you down the hallway. have a race with koga and his brand new racecar adonis.

HAKAZE KAORU

kaoru is to you like... a beach in the morning. it smells fresh, maybe a little salty. the sun makes you warm and the wave cools you down. sit down in the sand and take a break. :)

what i mean by that—YOU'RE ON ANOTHER ROLLERCOASTER WOOOHOOO!! but your rollercoaster is more chill kaoru is very chill. he'll tease you and be a little mean (jokingly) but he cares about you lots and will help you out when you are down. he is very new and different to you. no wave hits the shore the same. you'll have a great time again for sure. :thumbs up:

he has lots of experience, but with you, he's just kind of lost. from you, he doesn't want that motherly affection. he just wants you. his goal is different, so his usual approach wouldn't work. so if you don't have experience either, you're both beginners now.

his love language is a bit of everything. a mixture. every action towards you shows a little bit of love. a gift, a whisper of a compliment, a kiss, a letter.. you get the whole package again. he has no limits on this but if it does overwhelm you he'll calm down a little.

kaoru will take you surfing.

"you're shaking like a leaf in the wind—when the wave comes you're going to flip over, y'know?", he said, as he held your legs on the surfing board. you were pretty sure that you wouldn't even need a wave to hit you to fall over. "relax. it's like riding a bike, you have to find some balance so you don't tip over when we get to the big waves. let me come on top."

kaoru let go of your legs for a moment to hoist himself up on the board—and if he grabbed you again one second later you were pretty sure you would have gone deep-diving. "can't go without me, huh?", he told you, hands on your waist, "maybe we can just stand here for a while. you're just learning balance.."

you stand on the board with him in the middle of the sea first. bet he'll tease you a little as he holds you there—but he thinks it's very brave that you went with him. when you have to learn to stand up on the board though you may regret it. (speaking from experience)

when he sees something that reminds you of him he has to instantly send it to you or if it's something in the store he has to get it.

hi babe this reminds me of you (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

and then its that video of that litol angry kitten biting the vet or a picture of a rat photoshopped in a shirt you own. something stupid or cute you get no inbetween sorry

he is your beach bf. he'll get some conches from the shore and go to the handicrafts club so they can help him put that stuff on a string. he'll get the pretty ones with the pinkish tint on the inside that are blue on the outside. it's a necklace for you he made it please take care of it it has a picture of you two in it

kaoru takes you out to a lot of places!! lots of the money he gets through his idol work he invests into you. he slams his credit card on the table the moment he sees something you would enjoy. be it a fancy restaurant or a cute cat café.

bonus: you're that couple that wears the ugliest matching outfits to ever exist. like straight up hideous graphic shirts and those ugly round sunglasses. you rock it both of you :thumbs up:

bonus bonus: he literally attempts to serenade you the first time you meet because he has no idea how to start it and a little further in your relationship he sings you to sleep with that exact song

spoil him please he enjoys being spoiled and coddled too dare i say that he is a little spoon........ hold him real tight ok??? love the kaoru. take care of the kaoru.

last bonus i swear: he plays x and 0 on your forehead when you are asleep and vulnerable. how you get revenge is your choice :)

[sushigirlali]

If You Don't Love Me, Lie To My Face - Part I (Reylo Fanfic)

Part I | Part II | Part III | Epilogue 

Summary: Grifter!Rey helps U.S. Senator Leia Organa's son, Ben Solo, out of a jam when a couple of muggers invade her turf. Afterward, she debates robbing the rich American herself, but can she protect her heart while stealing his?

Pairing: Rey + Ben Solo | Finn + Poe Dameron

Rating: E

Continuity: Modern AU

A/N: For the first time ever, I’ve actually written most of the story before I started posting! I think it will be way less stressful since I don’t have to “keep up” with updates. New chapters will be posted each Friday. Enjoy!

Master list –> AO3 | ff.net | Tumblr

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If You Don't Love Me, Lie To My Face - Part I

By: sushigirlali

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Kennington, London

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There are moments in life that make you question everything that came before. A look from a stranger, an incident at your job, a terrible movie... things Rey Niima was usually able to push past without pause, but tonight, she was finding it extremely difficult to ignore the feeling that her life was about to change forever.

"Hey, give us your wallet!" A pair of brawlers had cornered a man at the mouth of a nearby alley, drawing Rey's attention as soon as she stepped out the back door of her favorite pub, The Black Prince.

"Excuse me?" the would-be victim responded indignantly. His voice was deep with an American lilt, his stature intimidating.

Did these fools really think they could steal from a man like that? But then, not all criminals were as intelligent as her.

"You heard me! I want your wallet!"

Rey hung back from the potentially violent situation unfolding before her, sizing up the assailants. Their outfits were all black, including the ski masks covering their faces, but she couldn't see any identifying marks or gang affiliations. "Must be lone wolves," she thought.

There was something familiar about the tall one doing the talking, but she couldn't place them. It probably didn't matter, though, because the redwood with the nice accent looked like he could take the both of them with one hand tied behind his broad back.

Still, for some reason, she was finding it hard to walk the other way. Definitely not because the man was the most striking person she had ever seen. No, it had to be due to the fact that these bums were causing a ruckus on her turf. At least, that's what she kept telling herself, frozen to the spot as she was.

"Listen, I just got done volunteering at a shelter all day and just want to get home. Please allow me to leave unmolested."

"Volunteering at a shelter?" she muttered under her breath. "Well, fuck. But it's not your business, don't get involved." Rey was turning around to go back inside the pub when the sound of a gun cocking drew her up short.

"Don't make me repeat myself again, pretty boy."

"Whoa, hey, there's no need for that!"

"Then empty your pockets! Now!"

"No," he said crossly. "Put that thing away before somebody gets hurt."

"Dammit," Rey groaned, retrieving the silver baton clipped to her belt. Sometimes, she really hated having a conscience; in her line of work, it was a real liability.

"Hey, get your hands off me!"

"Oh, for fuck's sake," she growled, resolutely stalking toward the turbulent scene. "Oi! You lot!"

The big guy and his sidekick paused to look in her direction. "What?" the leader said in a surprisingly feminine voice.

"Not a guy," Rey mused. "Based on your absolutely abominable bullying technique, I don't think you're getting that guy's wallet any time this century, so why don't you just leave him alone and move along."

"Excuse me?" the woman said threateningly.

"I'm sorry, did I stutter?"

"You move along, little mouse, this doesn't concern you!" the shorter guy spat.

"You do know who's neighborhood this is, don't you?" Rey said tauntingly.

"Yeah?" the first one said dismissively. "So what."

"So, knock it off! We don't need the fuzz coming down here because some hooligans are roughing up a foreigner."

"Hooligans?! And who the fuck are you?"

"Me?" Rey sneered, flicking the baton out to the side so that it extended into a long poll. "I'm no one."

"Phas," the skinny guy said nervously, obviously recognizing her at last, "we should go."

Rey had never been so proud of her reputation as a grifter who was just as likely to steal an expensive piece of art from the peerage in an elaborate heist as kick a thug's ass in the street.

"But the boss—"

"He'll understand."

"But—"

"Phas!"

"Fine. But don't think this is over!" the woman yelled before running off with her companion.

"Well," the American said slowly, "that was an experience I never wish to repeat again." He smiled at her. "Thank you," he said sincerely.

"You're welcome," Rey replied gruffly, still riding high on adrenaline. "Do you always walk around by yourself at night in a city not your own?"

"Do you always save unsuspecting passersby from thieves?" he retorted.

Her phone went off, but she didn't answer it. Up close, the man was even more attractive than she had initially thought. "Suit looks expensive, too… and is that a Breitling?" Perhaps it was her lucky night after all. "Only if they're handsome," she said smoothly.

"Oh, uh…" he flushed at her compliment.

"Hmm… not the reaction I expected." It was kind of refreshing, though. "Sorry, I—ugh, one sec," she said as her cell went off again. "My brother," she explained, checking the caller ID. "I have to take this or he'll just keep phoning until I pick up."

The man shrugged, "No problem, I'll just wait over here." He stepped up onto the curb and walked a few paces away.

Rey nodded and lifted the phone to her ear. "What?" she said shortly.

"Who's the stiff?" Finn asked without preamble.

"Nobody."

"Right," he huffed. "Are you working him?"

"Undecided, stop pushing."

"Whatever you say, Rey. Just be careful."

"I will. Where are you anyway?" she said, humored by his tough older sibling act.

"Hanging outside the pub, just around the corner. Why? You need me?" Finn teased.

"No, I'll catch you later. Don't wait up." She ended the conversation before he could respond and stuffed the phone into her back pocket. "Sorry about that, uh…?"

"Ben," the stranger supplied, moving closer again. "Ben Solo."

"I'm Rey," she said, holding out a hand.

Ben's lips quirked and he gave her a firm handshake, his huge hand dwarfing hers. Rey felt a shiver run up her spine at the brief contact, but she shook it off.

"So, what's that for?" he indicated the weapon still in her hand. "Joining the circus?"

"No," she grinned, "it's a bo staff. I use it for self defense."

"And the defense of others," he said warmly.

"On occasion." She folded the bo staff back into a baton before reattaching it to her belt.

"Can I get you a drink?" he nodded toward the pub. "To say thank you?"

"I was actually on my way home before I… bumped into you."

"I could… walk you home? If you want." He didn't sound desperate, but it was a near thing.

"I'm not from around here," she said evasively. She couldn't really bring him back to her base of operations, which was only a few blocks down the street, but she didn't want to stop talking to him either. "What a dilemma."

"No? Where are you from then?"

"Nowhere."

"Okay… Well, I promise I'm not a pervert or a serial killer or anything," he said earnestly, "so you can come back to my hotel with me if you want. It's late and I'd hate for anything to happen to you."

She crossed her arms. "Because I'm a woman?"

"Hey, I'm 6'3" and double your weight and I almost got jumped like ten minutes ago," he reminded her. "It can happen to anyone."

"Fair enough," she allowed, lowering her defenses. "Still…"

"I can call my security detail if you want verification that I'm not a psycho," he offered. "I'd just like the opportunity to get to know the woman who saved my hide."

Rey's interest sharpened. "That's sweet, but uh… security detail?"

"Yeah," he said nonchalantly. "My mother is a U.S. Senator. I'm in town on her behalf. She was supposed to come herself, but her re-election campaign is heating up and she couldn't spare the time."

"You disapprove," she said perceptively.

Ben's dark brows shot up. "Yeah, actually. You a mind reader, Rey from nowhere?"

"Something like that," she smirked. "I prefer the term grifter."

"Grifter?" he said curiously. "What does that mean, exactly?"

"Oh, you know," Rey winked for effect, assuming the privileged American was about to run in the opposite direction, "I swindle rich people out of their valuables by preying on their weaknesses. Basically, I'm a professional bad guy."

Ben looked hopelessly confused by her explanation. "But you just helped me."

"Well, sometimes I like to help out the little guy." Rey looked him over. "Little big guys too."

"Like Robin Hood?" he said, disarming her with a crooked smile.

"What? I wouldn't say I'm—I'm a hero or anything," she stuttered.

"Well, you're my hero," he said smoothly, holding out a hand. "That's my driver pulling up over there, in the black Jag. Join me? Please?"

"I… okay," she agreed, placing her hand in his, "but just for a little while." This time, she couldn't ignore the shiver.

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Alarm bells should be going off in her head, but Rey felt perfectly comfortable with her new companion. It was odd, considering her trust issues, but Ben didn't seem to be only interested in her looks. And she knew she looked good tonight, her dark leather leggings were basically painted on and her lacy bra was visible through a mostly sheer black tank top. Add on her subtle smoky makeup and half-up hair style that emphasized her cheek bones and...

"Rey?"

She loved the way he said her name, almost like a caress. "Yes?"

"Are you hungry? I haven't had dinner yet."

"Oh, sure," she said, never one to give up a free meal. Though she did kinda wish something else was on the menu… "What is wrong with you? You just met the man! Note to self: masturbate more."

"Chinese okay?"

Her mouth watered. "Perfect."

"What do you like?"

"Besides you?" she said without thinking. "Uh, I mean—anything, really. Noodles, if they have them."

Ben let her comment pass, but he was beaming. "I like noodles too. Maybe some kind of chicken? Orange?"

"Excellent," she seconded.

"You're easy," he said, but then caught himself, looking horrified. "I mean to order food for, not—"

"It's okay," she laughed, patting his thigh. "I know what you meant."

"Sorry, I haven't done this in a long time," he said sheepishly, catching her hand before she could remove it.

"This?"

"Gone on a date."

"Oh." Was this a date? Rey couldn't remember the last time she had been on one. Pretty much anytime she'd been alone with a man not her brother in the past ten years it was because she intended to rob them.

"Not that this has to be a date," he said quickly, releasing her hand. "Sorry, I keep saying stupid things."

Dammit, but he was cute. "You don't have to keep apologizing," she replied lightly. "Let's just have dinner and talk and see where that takes us." Maybe the night would lead to some fun extracurricular activities, maybe not, but at least she'd be able to case his place. Based on what she knew so far, the guy definitely came from old money. "Just keep reminding yourself that he's potentially a mark, not a boyfriend, Rey."

"Sure," he smiled, looking relieved. "Hey, Poe?" he said to the driver. "Can you pick up some food after dropping us at the hotel? We're starving."

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Ben fumbled a little opening the door, but quickly recovered and ushered Rey inside with a gallant sweep of his arm. The hotel was nice, but not extravagant, something she found odd for the son of a U.S. Senator. Then again, he had apparently been helping out at a shelter all day, so maybe he really was as down to earth as he seemed.

"The bathroom is through there if you need it," he pointed toward the bedroom.

"I'm fine, thanks."

"Okay, I'm just going to grab a quick shower. Poe should be back within the hour, so make yourself at home."

"Can I join you?" she was tempted to say. "Sure, I'll just watch the telly."

Ben nodded and left the room. A few seconds later, Rey heard the water start. Flipping on the TV, she left it on the cartoon channel before having a look around.

There weren't any expensive electronics or pieces of art in plain sight, so Rey could only assume that anything valuable would be in his room. "Oh, well, nothing gained, nothing lost. Better update Finn, though."

Yanking her cell out, Rey sent a quick text to her brother with Ben's name, the hotel's address, and a couple sentences about the modest state of his living room. He answered her almost immediately, sounding concerned.

Finn: Are you sure about this bloke? If you're not there to rob him, I assume that means you're interested in something else?

Rey: Yes? Maybe? I don't know. We just met, but…

Finn: At least text me later, okay? So I don't have to worry

Rey: I will. Love you 3

Finn: Love you too, peanut

Finn: ...check the room safe if you get a chance. Those types of hotels always have them and you never know what might be inside ;)

Rolling her eyes, but knowing he was right, Rey listened for a moment. It sounded like Ben was still in the shower, so she took the opportunity to pop into the bedroom and search his closet. A standard issue hotel safe was at the back, surrounded by some very nice black suits.

It wouldn't have been hard to crack the safe if she had her gear, but her heart wouldn't have been in it even if she did. She didn't want to rob Ben Solo, which was a first. Still, she did appreciate a challenge...

"Did you need something?"

Rey whipped around to see her host in nothing but a low slung white towel. "No, I—uh…"

"Would you like something to change into?" he inquired kindly.

Unable to respond with his magnificent chest and long thighs on display, Rey just shook her head in the negative. His brow creased and she felt like a kid who had been caught snooping for Christmas presents. "Shit, shit, shit, I've totally blown it!" Backtracking to the living room, she wasn't surprised when he followed. "What should I do? Oh, god, I don't want him to think…"

"Rey, what you said earlier… about being a… what did you call it? A grifter? Are you—mmph!" he started, unable to complete his thought as Rey impulsively reached up to kiss him.

But instead of pushing her away and demanding an answer, Ben threaded his fingers through her hair and dragged her closer. Taking his response as permission, Rey wrapped her arms around his waist, gripping his bare back as the kiss went on and on.

Somehow, they ended up next to the couch. Rey pushed Ben into a sitting position and climbed onto his lap, rubbing her clothed core against the tent in his towel. "Rey," he whispered, lips trailing down to her neck, "Rey, I want you."

"Yes," she responded as he reached for her waistband. Coming up on her knees, she growled when he yanked her leggings and underwear down her hips with one forceful tug. Things were getting out of control, going too far too fast, but she didn't care; she wanted him too. "Help me," she demanded, legs trapped by the constricting garments.

"I've got you," he huffed, reaching behind her to unzip her black combat boots and pull her pants the rest of the way off.

Meanwhile, Rey tore her top and bralette over her head before going to work on the towel barely covering his lap. "Wow!" she blew out a breath, zeroing in on his ardent erection when it was uncovered. He was big, maybe bigger than anyone she'd ever been with. Would he fit?

"Fuck," Ben sighed, sitting back to stare at her body, "you're beautiful, Rey."

Feeling weirdly shy about the sincerity in his sinful voice, Rey kissed him again in lieu of a response, reaching between them to spread herself for entry.

"Wait," he said, gasping for air, "what about protection?"

"Implant," she mumbled, rubbing her slit against the tip of his penis. "I'm clean, are you?"

"Yeah, I haven't—oh, god—uh, done it in a while."

"Good." She felt strangely possessive of him, this man she had just met. It pleased her that he didn't sleep around. "Fuck me, then. Raw."

Ben slammed his mouth down on hers again, positioning his dick with one hand and gripping her left buttock with the other. But he didn't ram himself home, instead he teased her hole, sliding only a fraction of the way in before retreating. He did it over and over, mimicking the action with his tongue until she was incoherent with desire, squirming, imploring him to fill her…

And then he was, and she found that he fit very well inside her indeed. His thick cock seemed to be made for her, hitting all the right spots and ones she hadn't even known existed until now. "Ben!" she cried, furiously pumping her hips in time with his thrusts. "This is—you're—"

"I feel it too!" he returned, palming her breast and teasing her erect nipple. "From the first moment I saw you, I—"

She licked his mouth, begging for entrance, not wanting to hear his sweet words even as they made her heart soar. He opened for her, but was obviously frustrated that she had cut off his declaration. Before she knew it, the hand squeezing her ass drew back and lightly smacked against her butt-cheek.

"Oh!" Rey jolted at the slight sting, but it wasn't in pain. On the contrary, she requested, "Again! Ben, do that again, please! I'm—"

Knock, knock.

"Oh, shit, Poe's at the—"

"Don't you fucking dare, Ben Solo," she growled, bouncing up and down on him with renewed vigor. But the driver started knocking harder, likely because of the guttural sounds erupting from Ben's throat. "Come on, man, can't you tell we're busy?!"

"But—shit!" Ben hauled her against him, no longer playing, just looking for relief before his friend broke the door down.

Rey found his soft grunts and swears endearing, so she took pity on him and increased her pace even further. "Come for me, Ben," she instructed, grinding down on him with all her might. "Come now and then we can eat. Or you can eat me, whichever you prefer."

The dirty talk seemed to work, because in the next minute, Ben was biting down on her shoulder, shaking with the force of his orgasm. Not far behind, Rey led his hand to her swollen nub, needing just a hair more stimulation to tip over the edge. Almost instantly, his trembling touch sent her into climax. Still vaguely aware of what's-his-name banging on the hotel room door, she pressed her mouth to Ben's pectoral to muffle her cries and came for what felt like ages…

"That—was—amazing," Ben panted, hugging her so tightly she thought she might pop. "The—best—I've—ever—had!"

"Me—too," she couldn't help but admit.

Loosening his hold, Ben cupped her cheeks and kissed her softly. "Thank you."

"Ah—you're welcome," she said, smiling like an idiot. Before she could lean in again, Poe resumed making his presence known.

"Ben? Are you okay? Answer me! Did that woman kill you? Your mother will be so pissed if you're dead." He hit the door again. "Either answer me in the next ten seconds or I'm going to get security!"

"I'm fine, great, alive, whatever!" Ben called back loudly. "And annoyed," he said to Rey. "Go into the bedroom for a minute while I get rid of him."

"Okay," she agreed, gingerly getting up. They both groaned when he slipped out of her, which Rey found gratifying. "Can I use the shower now?"

"Sure, there are towels under the sink. My sleep shirts are in the top drawer of the dresser," he offered.

"He wants me to spend the night?" she mused, feeling giddy and terrified all at once. "Alright," she said aloud, picking up her clothes and disappearing into the bedroom she'd been casing earlier, "call out if you need backup."

"Will do," he chuckled, "will do."

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Ten minutes later, Rey emerged from the bathroom feeling fresh and back in control. Picking a long sleeve shirt out of Ben's dresser at random, she pulled it over her naked body before toweling off her wet hair. The black cotton was as soft as it was big, but Rey didn't mind; it smelled like Ben.

Catching her reflection in the floor length mirror by the closet, she was amused to see that the garment fell to her knees like a sack, giving her already slender body exactly zero shape. "Oh, well, it's not like I plan on wearing it lon—"

A disturbance in the living room suddenly diverted her reverie. Sneaking to the door, she carefully cracked it and peaked out.

"You can't just keep her here!" Poe nearly shouted at Ben.

"Keep your fucking voice down," he snarled back. "You're not my boss or my mother and you can't tell me what to do. I'm a grown ass man!"

"Maybe so, but you're acting like a teenager! You can't just sleep with some chick you picked up off the side of the road when Leia is counting on you to—"

"I told you," Ben said through gritted teeth, "she saved my ass and I wanted to get to know her. I didn't hire her for the fucking night!"

"Could have fooled me," Poe scoffed. "For all you know, she could have been in on the attack and—"

"Get out!" Ben ordered, clearly at his wit's end. "I'll call you when you're needed again, if you are."

"Are you firing me?!"

"Not yet," Ben said grimly, marching to the door and flinging it open. "Just go before I forget that you're my best friend and say something I regret."

"Fine," Poe said, storming out of the apartment. "Let me know when you come to your senses!"

Ben slammed the door shut, then turned around and leaned on it. Scurrying back into the bathroom before he caught her eavesdropping, she started combing her hair, attempting to look natural in case he came in after her. When he didn't, she tried not to feel disappointed.

Leaving her damp hair hanging loose around her shoulders, Rey found him sitting at the dining table in his towel with several brown paper bags in front of him. He looked lost in thought and she hoped he hadn't taken Poe's opinion about her motives to heart. "Wotcher, Ben?" she asked hesitantly.

"Hmm?" he said, looking up at her. "Sorry, I was just...uh…" The arrested look on his face made her toes curl. "Wow, you look amazing."

"This old thing?" she joked, sidling up next to him. "I borrowed it from a mate."

"He has good taste," he said, opening his arms.

"I certainly think so," she said coyly, moving to sit sideways on his lap. Rey curled one arm around his neck and placed the other one on his chest. "Are you still hungry?"

"For food?" he choked, holding her so that she wouldn't slide off.

"Food," she nodded, leaning her forehead against his, "and other things."

One of Ben's large hands inserted itself between her thighs. "These kinds of things?" he murmured. "I think we can—fuck!" he bit his lip as he discovered that she wasn't wearing anything underneath his shirt.

"We can certainly fuck," she teased, "but—oh!" Rey gasped as he stood with her in his strong arms. "Ben? What are you…?"

Before she could get the words out, he'd pushed their dinner out of the way and laid her down on the table. Placing the backs of her knees in the crook of each arm, Ben pulled her forward until her butt was on the edge of the table and her pussy was level with his mouth.

"Having dinner," he said in the most ridiculously sexy tone of voice she'd ever heard, flipping his nightshirt up so that she was bare from the waist down.

"Oh, god!" she whimpered as he lowered his head. "Ben, you don't really have to—ah!" Gripping the back of his head as he started to lick her folds, Rey shuddered every time his long nose bumped against her clit.

"Enjoying yourself?" he said a little arrogantly. "Is this why you came home with me? Cause you wanted me to make you feel good?"

Considering how very well he was treating her, and the uncertainty on his face, she decided to play along. "Yes, Ben, I wanted you the second I saw you!"

He smiled slightly, then resumed tasting her. "So, does that mean you want to come?"

"That would be lovely," she sighed, enjoying the pressure of his wide mouth.

His mouth quirked at that. "Never heard sex described that way before."

"Then you're doing it with the wrong people."

"Oh?" his gaze turned hot. "And how many people have you been doing it with?"

"Not many," she said hurriedly, "and not in a long time."

"Good girl," he said silkily. "So, if I were to put my fingers inside you, would your cunt feel… full?"

"Yes!" she panted, so wet she was dripping onto the table now.

"Let's see then."

Arching her back as he slid two fingers inside her body, Rey realized that she had never really known sexual satisfaction until tonight. She was twenty-five and still basically knew nothing about sex and relationships. "Huh."

Ben stopped moving, lifting his dark head to look at her. "Rey? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," she said dreamily. "I guess I've just never felt this way before."

He held her eyes for an extended moment, amber striking against hazel. "Yeah, me too." And then he was fingering her again, sucking and teasing her slick opening until she was crying out his name in ecstasy.

Afterward, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them. Needless to say, they skipped dinner that night.

——————

Rey grunted as she felt Ben leave the bed the next morning. He had been her heater since the sheets and pillows were strewn about the room. "Come back," she said hoarsely, throat worn from use. "I'm cold."

"Just a moment," he laughed, opening the bedroom door to fetch something from the living room. "Your cell has been going off for an hour straight."

"My cell?" she yawned. Then, "Oh, no." She sat bolt upright. "Wait! Don't—"

"Rey?" Ben called in disbelief. "Who the fuck is Finn?"

——————

A/N: I love Kingsman and always think about Rey being a punk with a heart of gold like Eggsy. I didn't include the spy angle, but I was able to visit The Black Prince, where scenes were filled for the movie, a couple years ago and have fond memories. Anyway, reviews are appreciated! <3 

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

Living with the Original Drake™ might include (Part 3)

A/N: So we're getting hot in here, aaaaw. So enjoy, I had a whole fun writing these. Jesus, I'm a little shit. Just like Sam is. 😏 Ok, so he's a little shit in this. Like a real one. Maybe I'll make him keen on daddy kink? Like I tried before? Fuck me, man, just fuck me. Should I just make a story out of this? Yeah, maybe, but not really.

@missdictatorme maybe this will make your day even better? 

So both of you went to that concert. You put on some comfy and decent clothes, black of course, and that old lady hunter put on his leather jacket.

That whole evening felt so good and yet so strange.

For God's sake, you saw that guy naked. You could laugh your ass off when you took him to bed when he totally stoned himself in your living room (every single piece of his clothes he washed earlier that day just smelled like a coffee shop from Holland later) and you saw him crying when you watched Harry Potter together.

And there you were, hanging out on a college student concert, practically for the first time that you lived together. After a year of living together actually.

You still thought he should rather make some of his ladies to come.

"That's total bullshit. Are you even listening to yourself, darling?"

"This is nice and all, but it's just... I dunno."

"You'll have a beer or three and we'll see what you'll be saying then."

"You better shut up and continue dreaming, Drake. I'll not get drunk."

Yeah, you did. You got pretty drunk in a half of hour. Sam was paying, of course, you went on and on.

Sometimes, you both even stood up and danced, singing into those tunes they played and you really started to enjoy that evening.

Then, a strange thing occurred.

Some two young punks on the bar really laid into you while some other students convinced Sam to play on a guitar for them. (Laid, like they wanted to lay down with you... You with me?)

That little shit sat there in his leather jacket with a cigarette in his mouth and pretty messy hair, playing some of his favorite Lana Del Rey songs. Of course, he chose You can be the boss as the last song. Like he changed the lyrics to You can be the boss, baby and not daddy, he isn't gay, right? And he sang the whole song as if he sang it for a female. 

And you were still so blind to hear that subtle message he sent you in front of literally EVERYONE who was listening. You are so oblivious sometimes, my little friend.

But it hurt his goddamn ego when you didn't even look his direction and that you rather give your looks to some two young punks.

He's a bit egocentric person sometimes, ok? (Ehm, maybe all the times when it comes to that)

Like about things or people he wants. To be his closest obviously, gee what nasty shit are you thinking about?

So the original Drake™ went on to check the situation by himself.

And oh boy, he didn't like that scene. They were too loose, too free and too close to you. And the words falling out of their filthy mouths? That should be a sin, talking with his roommate like that. 

“Any problem here lads?”

“Boys, this is my roommate I told you about, Samuel. Sammy, this is...”

“Well, I don't fucking care about who they are, we're going home, Y/N.”

“Why? I'm having fun, just like you said. What's your deal?”

And those little punks just couldn't stay quiet, could they? There was a fight in the air. Coming with the speed of a fucking train, and you knew that it would totally wreck you. There was a thin line between Sam the Funny and cool dude™ and Sam the Guy that will fuck you up, when you don't back up, lads™; and you saw it for like... First time ever?

You saw his eyes run over you and them. His jaw was clenching so much it wasn't possible.

“You, little miss, are walking some really thin ice here. Don't you make me use some brutal methods.”

“Sounds fun, Samuel.”

“Like bending you over my knee, Y/N? Should I pull off those tight pants of yours, then panties and make you to actually beg me for taking you home? Here, right now and in front of everyone?”

He stood like ten inches from you, with his index warningly uprightly shoved in front of your face. 

If he wasn't using the advantage of you being drunk for the first time, he used it that time for sure. 

That fucking bastard just said a thing like this in that pub full of living, breathing creatures who were horny like rabbits in March to you? His roommate and lady-without-a-weenie buddy? 

He must be joking, right? RIGHT?

You high-key started to panic, looking like a fucking strawberry right there. An oh boy, was it wrong to imagine his huge palms smoothing your skin like a treasure before he slaps it hard? 

But he frowned more. Those punks were just looking at him, thinking that that man is just arousing you and tried to avenge you. 

“No, boys. Let it be. It's ok.”

“It better be, princess. Now, be so kind and move your hips toward the exit? You had enough.”

No, you could drink more than that and that twat knew it from the nights you two drunk away by the others side. But the idea of you leaving with them was just too much for his poor ego, ok? 

Like what reason you had to leave with some random lads when you could leave alongside a true man you knew? 

Were you even reasonably thinking at that point?

“You're acting like a fucking jackass, Samuel. Stop it. Now.” 

“My patience just run off. Put that glass down, Y/N.”

“Samuel, what do you...”

“Have it your way, I don't care.” 

And that asshat just swung you on his shoulder like if he does random basis. Of course, you screamed all over that place, saying curse after curse on his name. And of course, that glass broke.

You almost pulled off some another Titanic quote, miss. I have to drink with you one day, that is a promise, you one naughty young lady? (Just some flirting to make your day better. Moving on!)

And he carried you like a friggin’ bag of flour all the way to your flat.

You, like a decent lady you are, just had to talk back.

“That was so rude you nitwit! Put me down, for fuck’s sake!”

“You have to say one magic word and ill let you down. Is that a deal?”

“Fuck you, Samuel!”

“Not the right word, love. Try again.”

That asshat laughed. With you, on his shoulder, like you didn't even are there. And more on that topic - he slapped your bum. Not in a gentle way though.

And you were up for it, just not at that moment on the street full of people.

“You can kiss my ass with that attitude, Samuel Drake!” 

“Is that an insult, a threat or a promise, darling?”

“What's gotten into you, man? You could bring any bitch you wanted to fuck this night and she would scream your name all over my flat again!”

“What screaming are you talking about?”

And Jesus, he seriously knew what the fuck you were talking about. He was just playing dumb - and you were too drunk to notice, you poor soul.

So you actually showed him what you're talking about and moaned his name in a rather erotic tone if I can tell you, my friend.

Like the whole street turned on you with an expression saying “What the actual fuck are you doing?”.

“Ooooh, I would love to hear it again.”

“Yeah, carry on dreaming Drake. Not gonna happen.”

“Well see that in our flat in about ten minutes, Y/L/N.”

“Is that a threat or a promise, Samuel?”

You could go crazy from what this situation left on you. Those marks were all along here to touch. I mean like in your pants to touch. 

“Definitely a promise, princess. A promise I will keep for sure.”

Well, you two got home and guess what happened?

Of Samuel thought of doing anything naughty with you that night, he was fucked right in the ass.

In about five minutes you just lied down on a couch... Closed your eyes and voila - you snored as a lumberman through the whole flat. 

And he hadn't the heart to wake you up, so he just carried you into bed. Such a lovely lad he is, that Samuel. 

And in the morning you could recall the pieces of that concert - but the most important thing, at least in his eyes, was lost. 

You couldn't figure out a simple sentence of what he told you yesterday and you couldn't even figure out what you answered him. 

And Samuel, again, could tease the shit of you with some hints about what you told him. 

And he hoped you can connect two dots fast enough before he finds himself fucking the life out of your body on the kitchen table. Because as he told you - he planned to keep that promise he gave you. 

He actually planned it for some weeks, not planned, but he thought about becoming... Closer to you.

And had no idea that you're just prey laying its hunter on the chest. But oh boy, there was some shit about to happen and it was just a matter of time.

[frumfrumfroo]

how do you think so many people missed the reylo in tfa? do you think they went too subtle with the ship or was it audience bias about the other theories like rey/sky? i'm asking cause i was one of those unaware people, tlj reylo hit me like a truck and now i'm shipping it in a weird anxious way, like i'm seriously worried about canon for the first time in any of my fandoms because antis will be more smug and horrible to everyone if it isn't endgame.

I think it’s mainly that most people just take movies at face value and aren’t going to notice much foreshadowing until after the thing being foreshadowed actually happens. Which is the normal way to watch movies! Casual audiences don’t consciously consider stuff like narrative structure and what each plot development would be ‘saying’ in the wider context of the story. The majority of fans who were poring over the film weren’t reading it as a piece of storytelling setting up a SW-appropriate overall message and an emotional arc, they were reading it in light of all their baggage with the GFFA universe and trying to ‘outsmart’ the film. But these are simple epic stories, not intricately plotted world-building-heavy political thrillers. The big ‘twist’ in ESB is character-driven, it challenges Luke more than anything else could have, and it sets up the ultimate themes (love and compassion will triumph over hate and violence, it’s never too late). Obsessing about details without looking at thematic coherence is how you end up with the exact bad takes so many people had such unwarranted confidence in. How much did the OT explain about the Force or Galactic politics? Practically nothing. It doesn’t matter. Fans combing through looking for bloodlines and Snoke origins and esoteric Force lore were focussing on something the films have never cared about.

How would being a Skywalker challenge Rey? It wouldn’t. It hands her what she thinks she wants on a platter with no struggle or character growth necessary. It’s narratively useless and leaves us with no stakes. The bad guy is… your cousin!!! isn’t dramatic. It doesn’t radically redefine her worldview or force her to re-evaluate her choices, values, and place in the universe. Vader being Anakin did all of those things for Luke. The point isn’t ‘secretly related’ as something we tick off on an obligatory checklist of clichés, in the OT that reveal kicked the protagonist off a cliff and changed everything. Shock value isn’t what makes it effective, it’s the implications. People who insist on these convoluted theories are failing to think about it as A Story and to ask these questions about ‘why?’. It’s character-driven, it has very limited screen time, it has to be accessible to children- they don’t waste time building relationships which don’t matter. Rey’s most significant, most challenging relationship is with Ben. They are the thematic centre of the trilogy.

When I say it’s obvious, I mean it’s obvious in an out-of-universe, English major kind of way. The way the film is structured, the way Rey and Ben are contrasted, the use of classic imagery, the very standard way he is cast as a sympathetic, romantic figure who must be saved in order to not… ruin the OT, basically. The careful way their interactions are handled, especially that being in her presence always makes him more vulnerable and reveals more of his humanity. They married Rey’s arc to his and that can’t be backed off. If it wasn’t going to be romantic, they would have had history. Either they’d have been siblings or they would have been childhood friends (now that would be a rehash). The most powerful storytelling connection for unrelated strangers on opposite sides of a conflict is a romance, particularly when platonic love has already failed both. Coupling that with Rey’s driving desire being to give and receive the unconditional love she was denied as a child and both of them having the defining lack in their lives be loneliness… I mean, guess where this is going. Two sad, lonely, attractive young people with isolating special powers who don’t know their place in the world but do profoundly understand each other when no one else does in an epic fantasy space opera are not going to be just buds.

I understand being worried, because even though I am 100% confident that a redemption and happy Reylo ending is where the story demands to go and that it has been deliberately set up, writers can and do make horrible nonsensical decisions. They could fuck it up. It seems vanishingly unlikely that would be allowed to happen because if they were cowards they wouldn’t have gone there in the first place, but I understand the fear. The Internet would be unbearable and the smug assholes would declare themselves right all along.

But, as long as they aren’t hacks and the writing is intentional (and… it has to be. I mean, I didn’t think it was that debatable even after TFA, but now it’s really not debatable) then there is every reason to be optimistic they will follow through. If they have any respect for the message of the franchise at all, any integrity, they gotta.

ETA: And I should probably say, the reason they write things like this, with symbolic foreshadowing etc. is because it makes the eventual resolution feel inevitable and more deeply satisfying. You picked up subconsciously that track was being laid for this before it happened, so when it does it feels ~right~. And with Reylo in particular, it needed to be subtext first because it’s a) part one of a trilogy and b) a high concept enemies to lovers ship for which we have to establish the stakes/obstacles/thematic weight before making the attraction explicit. It’s a grand love story about healing, not a ‘bad boys are sexy’ Harlequin novel; we don’t want the impression it’s just sexual or shallow.

Also, I mean, compare them in TFA to Act 1 of Beauty and the Beast. If not for the prologue telling us the Beast needs to find love, it’s pretty much exactly as explicit with the fact that there will be a romance between those two. That is, you could absolutely fail to see it coming if you take everything at face value.

[imagineyourstars]

hello!! can i request a match-up? the idea is too cute to pass up ^o^ i'm 170 cm, short dark curly hair in a bob, light brown eyes. i love music, and i compose my own pieces. my sense of humor is very deadpan, and sometimes that can come across as very aggressive to people who don't know me very well. i pick on my friends in an affectionate manner, and love teasing them. i adore public speaking and debating. i also practice witchcraft, and believe strongly in spirituality. thanks a bunch!

of course you can ! but what’s with that url, please don’t blame the nohrians too much, they did their best- i hope you’ll like it ! ♥ ~ mod mademoiselle

Your match isNatsume Sakasaki !

Honestly,at first it wasn’t clear whether Natsume was going to love or hate you.You can be sure you intrigued him greatly when he first met you. You’re notexactly forgettable, after all, being good at speaking and yet having a senseof humor that can come off as aggressive. He didn’t make any comment about it,but you can be sure he noticed you and kept an eye on you…

Your uniquepersonality caused quite a few unusual people to take you under their wing,especially Rei and Wataru. All the more reason for him to closely observeanything you do : if his beloved seniors think you’re interesting, theyprobably have a good reason to… Maybe he also got so interested in you becauseyou seemed to resemble him so much. Deep inside, he was afraid you’d take hisplace in the heart of the people he admires most.He wasn’t entirely convinced about your worth, though, not even once he heardyou could compose music. Managing to get close to Rei and Wataru was a thing ;earning his favors was another. He made his best to not rely on you as aproducer, instead preferring to trust his own methods. Whenever he’d absolutelyhave to work with you, he’d carefully observe you first. Not one of youractions can go unnoticed when he’s that focused on you ! He also tended totease you, and he has a gift to hit the nail right on the head. Fortunately,you’re pretty good at that kind of verbal sparring and you definitely provedyou could defend yourself. He didn’t show any of it, but he was actually prettyimpressed about that. There are too little people who find the nerve to answerhis verbal attacks…

You thoughtyou finally earned Natsume’s trust by passing his little test, and yet the boywas as elusive as ever. He’s really acting like a cat : he’ll disappearwhenever he wants, come back when he feels like it and come to see you once ina while, only when he needs something from you. You only really got closer to him whenhe found out you practice witchcraft. To be fair, you’re the first person he’sever met who does so ! His own practice of it is pretty messy, and you’re stillnot sure whether he truly makes rituals or if he’s just passionate aboutspirituality and science. But he got extremely interested in your rituals,often asking to see you perform one. He’ll always pretend he’s just evaluatingyour skill, but really, he’s learning one thing or two from you.That’s how, from someone he was wary of, you became someone he was extremelyinterested in. He’d randomly come to see you after classes, or even at yourhouse. He’d also offer for you to join his club’s meetings, as he’s pretty muchalways in the game club’s room. He won’t say much, but he’s staring at you withhis signature little smile. You sometimes feel like you’re his test subject…

Sometimesthe two of you go on endless teasing wars. He’s a very sore loser, and you can’t bring yourself to accept to lose justto spare his ego ! Both of you actually think the other would be much cuter ifthey just stopped and admitted their defeat…Natsume was pretty impressed with your love for debating. Finallysomeone else masters words as well as he does ! Conversing with him truly feelslike a challenge : he has enough finesse to make it seem like he’s just leadingan innocent conversation with you, and yet it gets so deep and he sets so manytraps for you to fall into that you can’t help but feel like this discussionsomehow became a war. Hey, at least he keeps you intellectually stimulated !Sometimes he’ll graciously accept his defeat, only to see you smile. But bewary : that boy never truly accepts defeat… He’ll get his revenge soon enough.He also came to love your sense of humor ! You always make him chuckle. He has amore subtle way to do things, so he appreciates your deadpan and sometimesblunt humor.

It took youa while to even acknowledge him as someone you could potentially beromantically interested in. I mean, we’re talking about Natsume, right ? Thatone guy who stares at you for hours before finally chuckling ominously, who’shaving a lot of fun teasing you day and night and who won’t ever accept losingto you. No way in hell you’re falling for him. Nope. That’s nothappening. Surprisingly enough, everyone around you was pretty much convincedthe two of you were already dating. After all, you’re always together, and sometimes you’re seen playfully elbowing each other while giggling and just being lost inyour own little world… Besides, once you were found sleeping on each other. Yeaah, sure, itwas an “accident”. You were just tired, fell asleep, happens to everyone. Butthey don’t hold hands doing so. Or nuzzle close to each other, for that matter.

Natsume washaving a lot of fun surveying your reactions from afar, as you startedwondering what exactly you were feeling for him. Maybe he was growing on youmore than you’d thought… When you understood he was going to play dumb forever,you took matters into your own hands and told him how you felt directly. He waspretty pleased at this, admitting he was not expecting you’d do it that soon.Of course, being who he is, he tried to play it cool, saying he “might also be interestedin you”, but there’s no fooling you, now. You know him better than most peoplein this school. And you know he’s actually happy you feel the same.

DatingNatsume is like a never-ending war. You don’t know when or how he’s going toattack, but you’re pretty sure he will. After all, he hates getting bored andhis favorite thing is to get new reactions out of you. He’s a pretty privatesort of person, so he doesn’t like dates very much. He’s happy just staying atyour place overnight, listening to you babble at 1 am while he just watches youand nods. Oh, but he won’t ever get rid of that annoying signature smirk. All in all, he’s pretty much like a cat. He’ll come and go as he pleases, helikes to piss you off just because he can and he’ll sometimes stare at you whenyou sleep, but he needs your presence and affection to truly feel at-ease. Don’tever expect him to tell you that aloud… but if he’s feeling generous, he mightleave a few hints for you. Who knows…

Other possible matches : Wataru, Rei, Eichi