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Hot and Tasty| Kyojuro Rengoku
Synopsis: Your best friend introduces you to one of her friends since you’re introverted and don’t get out much. The two of you hit it off and come to find out, this new friend is a lot closer to your heart than you previously thought.
Warning/contains: cam!boy rengoku, blowjob, mature content, mature language, oral sex, fem and male receiving, maybe a little crush, vibrator on male, slight angst
word count: 7.4K
a/n: i’m finally back, thank goodness. Finals week and then Tears of the Kingdom took over my life. This fic is a small idea I had thinking about Rengoku’s moobies. Like how nice would it be for him to stream with those? Fr, he’d be the type to not understand why he got all the hype. So I dedicate this fic to Kyojuro’s perfect pectorals.
If there was one thing you knew about yourself, it was that you were a visual person. You learned better visually, vision was your favorite sense. You used it constantly in your line of work, watching how people interact with one another, shows, and how words could come together to form a story. You wrote and you were damn good at it. Though, books hadn’t been flying off the shelves as you had hoped. So you used your skills of being an introvert and lack of a care to create a streaming channel. Fans suddenly started flocking to you and your following grew and grew until it was apparent you could make some good money off of this. You could combine your passion with something you were good at and get paid for it.
So yeah, visuals made you pretty happy. So happy that even when you touched yourself you couldn’t do so without watching someone else enjoy themselves. Though you couldn’t think about that right now because you were supposed to be meeting up with your close friend Kanroji. She had invited you out to lunch last night and who were you to decline the loveable best friend you’d had for many years now? She’d even offered to pay for your food since she knew times were a little tough for you at the moment. You couldn’t tell her that you’d had a drunk night and accidentally (on purpose) made a big donation to a streamer you watched often. She’d start to ask questions and those questions would lead down a harsh road of embarrassment for you. It’s then that you feel your phone buzz almost as if you’d summoned Kanroji.
Kan_deez_nutsfitinyourmouth
Great news! A friend I haven’t seen in a while is going to meet us there. He told me he just got a huge bonus from work so he’ll treat us to lunch! I can’t wait for you both to meet each other! I hope this is okay. ~11:37am
You read over the text for a few moments before thinking about what Kanroji’s friend would look like. She had a multitude of friends and they came in all different shapes and sizes. Surprisingly she thought of you as her best friend, out of everyone she was friends with she chose you. It meant a lot to you and even though it was narcissistic, being favored by Kanroji Mitsuri made you feel better about yourself. What if she liked this other friend more? That was something you couldn’t let happen. You’d have to make sure Kanroji didn’t abandon you. This fear was probably irrational and you might need to see a therapist about it. You shrug it off and move off your plush bed. You needed to find something nice to wear because you couldn’t show up wearing the same outfit you’d been in for the last 3 days or so. This old friend had to know you meant business. You decide on a short green floral dress that has a stretchy bust to help contain the gravity sacks. The skirt of the dress fell nicely around your stomach and covered enough of your thighs that you didn’t feel super insecure about them. You once yourself over in the mirror leaning against your wall. You looked cute, cute enough to kill. Which you were willing to do if it meant keeping Kanroji to yourself. You slip into some comfortable off-brand white tennis shoes and glance at your phone for the time. It was nearly noon, you should probably start the short journey to the quaint restaurant.
You arrive a little past noon and spot Kanroji seated near the window. Your eyes instantly track the man sitting across from her. He has long blonde hair with red tips. It falls past his shoulders in spiky waves. His shoulders are…incredibly broad, and muscular, and you find yourself staring at the lines of his muscles through his shirt for longer than you would like to admit. You move shyly toward the pair and before you can appear fully in front of them Kanroji notices you. Her face lights up with an excited smile as she waves you over.
“Y/n you made it!” She beams. The man slowly turns and then he abruptly stands up. You slightly jump at the sudden movement but watch as he bows his head and then extends his hand. You look between his massive hand and his bright red and yellow eyes.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you y/n, my name is Kyojuro.” His eyes seem to glow as he grins warmly at you. You take his hand in yours and shake it. A pull of electricity courses through you once your skin makes contact with his. He motions for you to sit next to him with a friendly smile. You accept only because he smelt like delicious food and maybe expensive cologne. He wore a fitted black tee paired with simple blue jeans. You don’t know how he did it, but somehow he looked incredibly good-looking. Maybe it was because he was just that good-looking. How the hell were you supposed to feel confident when you sat next to two beautiful people?
Rengoku was nervous. He’d never seen someone as effortlessly breathtaking as you. He’d never known love before, but he was starting to understand what the phrase love at first sight meant. You were meadows kissed by the sun. You were birds soaring in the sky. You were melodies played by a symphony. Kanroji should’ve warned him that you were more than his type, you were perfect. Rengoku sends a glare toward Kanroji, who smirks his look off and turns her attention to you.
“So what have you been up to this fine morning y/n?” Kanroji inquires. You glance at the man next to you who doesn’t seem too interested in the conversation, so you decide to tell the truth.
“Well, I woke up pretty late, but once I cooked myself a nice breakfast I was pretty pumped to get some work done.” You reply, fiddling with the skin on your thumb. Kyojuro peers at you with an inquisitive look.
“What do you do for work?” He asks, his eyes searching your face like they’ll reveal the answer before your mouth does. You smile kindly and gesture to yourself.
“I’m a self-published author who also likes to stream on Twitch for some extra cash.” His eyes light up like a fire.
“I like to stream too.” He exclaims. You feel your heart soar. For a moment you thought Kyojuro would ask you the same line of questions everyone else seems to. When will you get a real job?
“Really? What platform do you stream on? Maybe I know it?” You quiz. Kyojuro quickly looks away from you. You furrow your brows and observe a red tinge to his ears.
“It’s…pretty unheard of. I don’t think you’d know it…” He trails off. Why did the mood change so suddenly? Did you say something wrong? All you wanted to do was support Kyojuro since it felt like the two of you were becoming friends. Anxiety thrums in your chest. Maybe you weren’t as likeable as you had originally thought. Kanroji’s favor had gotten to your head.
“Well, I have an idea.” Kanroji pipes up, breaking the silence you had inevitably created. You turn to look at her, who had been silent strangely for a while. “Why don’t you both exchange numbers and then Rengoku can send you some of his content when you get to know each other better.” She smiles slyly and Kyojuro shares a strange look with her. He presses his full lips together and lets out a short breath. She pulls out a pad of paper from her bag and passes it to you with a pink pen. “Write down your number. I’m sure Kyojuro will contact you as soon as possible.” She grins, but you can see the mischief in your friend’s green eyes. What was she planning? You scribble down your number and tear out the page it’s on. You hesitate for a moment before sliding it over to Rengoku. His eyes are trained on the piece of paper like it holds the world's secrets.
“Thank you…” He mumbles softly. You nod your head and look away from him.
“No problem.” You respond not sure what just happened. You hear Kanroji giggle and look up to find her covering her mouth in an attempt to stifle her laughter. “What is it now?” You ask, frustration dripping from your tone. This only fuels her laughter more.
“You both are just so…” She shakes her head and gestures to you and Kyojuro. “So cute. We have to hang out more.”
“We haven’t even ordered our food Mitsuri. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves” Rengoku glares at her. She gains a shit-eating grin on her face. You stare at the shoes you had slipped on, doubt that you should’ve even came today seeping into your thoughts. Did he not want to hang out with you again? He didn’t owe you anything, but did he have to make it so obvious that he wanted to never do this again?
“Well by all means let’s eat because I’m starving.” She grins and clasps her hands together. You peer up at Kanroji, observing her beautiful hair and sharp face. She was the type of girl that people stopped to stare at. You were always the glance, never the double-take. The small lunch ends with mainly Kyojuro and Kanroji catching up about what they’d been up to lately. You sat watching the two interact, mostly entranced with the way Rengoku’s smile seemingly brightened up the dim restaurant. You wished you could watch his mouth all day. The way he formed words was somehow sexy. His whole face expressing his emotions without a filter or care how others would react to him. Kyojuro was beautiful. A ray of warmth in your somewhat cold life. The time ticked by in an instant, and suddenly you were standing to leave. Kyojuro had left to pay for the food and you stood waiting for Kanroji to gather her things. “So, do you like him?” She suddenly blurts. Kanroji had a sixth sense of matching people together. It was like she was a matchmaker in her past life. She just had these feelings when two people would click together in the type of love you hear about in the fictional world. Your eyes widen at her blatant question.
“I just met him.” You hiss, narrowing your eyes at the obvious answer. Kanroji on the other hand sighs loudly and rolls her eyes. You weren’t even sure if he liked meeting you.
“Y/n, I’m not asking if you want to have his children, just a simple ‘Do you think he’s a cool person’? What are your opinions on him at this moment?” She restates. You flush and look away from her prying eyes.
“I…I mean he’s really cool…” You mutter. You know Kanroji is smirking even without looking at her. You can’t seem to stop the confessions, even though you knew she’d tease you about it later. “I think his smile is the most attractive thing I’ve seen on someone, besides his obvious muscular body. He feels safe, which sounds weird because I’ve only just met him, but I think I’d grow to trust him.” You rant, embarrassed that your mouth won’t seem to close. Kanroji pats you on the shoulder and her sly smirk changes to a smile of compassion and understanding.
“I’m really glad it seems you want to be friends with him. My little introvert is growing her social circle.” She wipes away a fake tear and you shove her slightly. Her mischievous glow comes back as she pushes you back. “So you do want to have his babies?” She teases. You’re about to object because even if you want to be friends with him that doesn’t mean he wants to be friends with you, but you feel a presence and you know exactly who it has to be.
“Who’s babies?” Kyojuro’s deep voice asks from behind you. Your whole body freezes and then goes warm. Kanroji on the other hand starts to laugh. At times like this, you really hated your best friend.
“Doesn’t matter.” You grumble and push past the both of them. “I’m leaving.” You don’t wait for either of them, just walk out the door and start the short walk to your apartment. What were you thinking? You got too comfortable with something you didn’t even have. It’s not like Kyojuro would ever look at you like that. You were stupid and… and insecure. Stupidly insecure about your body. What Rengoku lacked in body fat you surely made up for. He probably wanted someone built like himself, able to keep up. You’d just end up slowing him down. You feel a cold coil of anxiety and sorrow wrap around your body. It’s then that someone runs up behind you. You turn around expecting it to be Mitsuri, but Rengoku stands there panting slightly. He was a sight to see. The dimming light of the evening made him glow like an ember. In a way he reminded you of the sunset; once he left you’d be all alone in the dark with only the light from your monitor illuminating your face. He searches your face for some sort of sign that you were displeased. He was worried he’d said something that offended you. He didn’t want to admit it, but he wanted to get to know you enough that you might consider becoming intimate with him. He’d never met someone like you and he was damned if he let you go now.
“Did I say something wrong?” He finally asks. Might as well get to the point. There was no need to dance around what he wanted to ask you. You raise your brows and shake your head slowly. Why would he think that? Was he being serious? Never the less, it wasn’t him who had sent your emotions necessarily into a frenzy. It was the pushiness of your best friend.
“No Kyojuro, Kanroji just takes her jokes too far sometimes. I shouldn’t have stormed out like that…” You sigh and press your lips together. Kyojuro’s face relaxes and you are blessed with another one of his smiles.
“Yeah, I know what you mean. Can I say something weird?” He rubs the back of his neck and looks off to the side. You tilt your head and shrug, but you can’t help the nervous butterflies the creep up to your sternum. You want to shove them down and tell them there’s no place for them here, but you almost enjoy the way they make you feel.
“I don’t have a problem with whatever you want to say. Go ahead.” You reply. He clears his throat and your eyes meet.
“I’m glad I got to meet you today. You seem really cool and I look forward to getting to know you better.” He mumbles shyly. You can’t help but swoon at the adorable tone of his voice. All your anxietys melt away and are replaced with a steadily beating heart and throbbing lower region. This man had such a hold on you after a few hours of being next to one another. Your face contorts into an idiotic grin.
“Me as well.” You pause and you notice your heart pounding in your chest. You can’t tell if you are nervous talking to someone you want to be friends with… or if it’s the easy attraction you have for him. You decide it’s probably a mixture of both. You also decide to be bold. “Make sure to text me, I want to see your content sometime soon.” You bow your head and go to leave, but before you turn around you catch Rengoku’s face flushing a bright red. Hmm… what an interesting reaction. Maybe…just maybe you should give love another shot. If with anyone, surely Kyojuro would be an excellent choice.
Kyojuro’s heart was nearly pounding out of his chest as you walked out of his view. He watched you until he couldn’t anymore. He stumbles toward the wall and braces himself against it. He attempts to catch his breath and places a hand over his heart. How was he supposed to show such an innocent person the type of content he made…? He couldn’t possibly share his deepest darkest secret with you. You would surely leave him behind if you learned of it. Maybe it was time for him to branch out into the gaming genre so he’d have something to show you.
You got home around 5:30. It didn’t seem like you’d stayed out that long, but here you were nearly 5 hours later finally getting home. You’d somehow made a new friend. This was huge. A momentous occasion. You should celebrate. You look down at your phone and then remember the pounding of your heart earlier. You knew an excellent way to relieve some stress.
It’s not long before you’re in your room propped up on your bed. You grab your laptop from your bedside table and place it on a pillow in front of you. You type in the URL of one of your favorite sites. A horny smile curls the corners of your lips upwards as you search for one of your favored content creators. Yoro was a hunky man, with huge pecs. You could only imagine what they must feel like. His content was very straightforward, but he specialized in role-play, pillow talk, and was famous for his incredible whimpering. It…did things to a person. He always had his hair tied back into a low ponytail, so it had to be long. You wonder how much he’d beg for you if you pulled his hair…Needless to say, this man had you wrapped around his finger. If you ever got the chance to meet him… goodness you don’t even know what you’d do. Probably drop your pants to let the flood free. Yoro also wore a black mask and sometimes a black cap that he pulled over his eyes. It was a little disappointing that you couldn’t see his face, but the rest of him more than made up for it. His body was a work of art and you’d never seen a cock prettier than his. It had to be around 5 to 6 inches long and was so girthy. You wonder if he’d be able to fit inside you. In fact, he was the biggest expense in your life. He was the reason you had spent a lot of money when you were drunk. You had to be his number-one fan. Had to be.
You pull up one of his recent videos and lean up against your headboard. Yoro’s setup was very simple; a view of his bed, which had deep red sheets on it, his gray walls, and a small view of his desk where he sat for Q and As at times. He starts off the video sitting at his desk and explaining that he’ll be trying out a new toy a fan had sent him. It was a small vibrator that could be wrapped around the penis. He looked excited from what you could tell and that made you horny for some reason. You shimmy out of your underwear and toss them on your floor. You spread your legs like you’re showing Yoro your pussy. He’s already strapped the toy onto his cock and has it turned on a low setting.
“Fuck, this feels weird.” He chuckles in a deep voice. You bite down on your bottom lip as your fingers duck into your folds. “I’m going to turn it up higher.” He explains and presses the button a couple of times. You can hear the buzzing from here and your heart pounds with lust. You wanted to be there teasing him with the vibrator. Making him whimper and whine for you give him sweet release. Your eyes close slightly as you gaze at Yoro on your screen. His hair was tucked into his hat this time and you never desperately wished to see someone’s face as they were being pleasured as you do with his. Yoro doubles over on the bed and his legs start to shake. “Ngh. Fuck. It feels so good.” He whines. His eyes dart to look at the camera as he struggles to stay standing. You flutter your eyes closed as you massage your clit with your fingers. God this was so hot. “I think- ahh- close. I’m going to,” His breath shakes as he tries to talk. His muscular arm contracts as he grips the sheets of his bed. “F-fuck, holy shit.” He sputters out as cum spurts from his tip. You bite back a moan and fall off your climax with a shiver running up your spine.
“Wow.” You pant as the video ends. Your eyes shut. You were worn out from everything you did today. Socializing and now this? You’d clean up tomorrow. Right now you were going to fall asleep.
You wake up with a notification from an unknown number. You rub your eyes and read over what the number had said.
‘Did you get home safe?’
It then clicks that this must be Kyojuro. You smile to yourself and save his name as apricot since that’s what his name and hair reminded you of.
Yn
Yes, I got home safe and sound. I Fell asleep right after I got in the door.
Apricot
hahaha, did you fall asleep in the entryway?
Yn
Lmao, no I at least made it to my bed.
Apricot
damn, so I can’t bully you about being one of those people who sleep on the floor?
Yn
I’m afraid not 🙁
Apricot
dw, I’ll find something else to bully you about
Yn
jeez I thought we were friends, but now I find out you’re actually a horrible person
Apricot
yup, I’m a monster 👾
Yn
wtf emoji is that
Apricot
he’s a cute lil monster wdym?
Yn
oooh sure, ‘cute’
Apricot
>:( so now you’re bullying an inanimate object? Who’s the monster now?
Yn
caught red-handed, I actually eat children in the night
Apricot
:0 how scandalous
You shake your head and toss your phone to the side of your bed. How could one person be so damn adorable? You remember last night as your face flushes. You should probably clean up and then start planning out your next few streams. After donating nearly 1k to Yoro, you needed to pump out some streams to earn more money.
Apricot
What’s your favorite color?
You bite your lip and think for a beat before typing a response.
Yn
I’m partial to greens and pinks, but I can’t lie and exclude reds and purples 🙂
Apricot
I like red too, it was my mother’s favortie color
Yn
Is she…?
Apricot
Yeah…it happened when I was young so I’m mostly over it
Yn
You don’t have to be over it Kyojuro, grief doesn’t have a deadline
Rengoku doesn’t respond quickly so you set your phone to the side of your desk. You’d put in a load of laundry and starting scheduling streams for next week while texting him. You’ve barely begun to move some items around in your plans when you hear your phone go off.
Apricot
You’re right, my father was never the same after she died and I think he took it out on me. Maybe that’s why I’ve made some of the rash decisions because I wanted to live up to the disappointment he thought I was. It didn’t help that my little brother watched as our father beat me down with his words nearly every day. That’s why I’m working so hard, so I can provide a better life for my brother…and for my father.
You stare at the message, tears threatening to spill from the corners of your eyes. The thought of anyone thinking Kyojuro Rengoku was a disappointment was practically unthinkable to you, and you just met him yesterday. You feel angry, sad, and sadistically happy that he felt comfortable enough to tell you this.
Yn
Firstly, I want to tell you thank you for sharing. That was incredibly brave of you.
Then there’s what you said, Kyojuro I don’t think you could ever be a disappointment. You’re a product of what happened to you and the environment that was pushed upon you. You grew up damn well, you’re kind, funny, and intelligent. Grief effect people in the strangest ways, I’m just sorry your father got the short end, I can’t imagine how it must of been for all of you. Your father lost the love of his life and you lost a mother. I hope you and your father can make up.
Apricot
I will fight my whole life if it means I can see him. That’s what love is. Thanks for listening to my rambling. Sorry if I overwhelmed you with the sad boy vibes.
Yn
No no no, it’s nice to know you’re human. When I met you yesterday I was convinced you were some sort of God
Your face flushes as you boldly send the last text. You flip your phone over and ignore the buzzing. You had to get back to work anyway.
Rengoku was curious what you meant, but for some reason you weren’t reading his messages. He sighs loudly and presses his lips together. You were too cute for your own good. The beast inside of his chest was throbbing. Then there was the aching in the confines of his pants. He was a gentleman, but you were making him think of ungodly things to do to you. How cute your face would look high on pleasure, cumming for the 100th time for him. You’d be such a good fucking girl for him. Opening up your sweet legs and exposing your cunt for him to taste. You’d be absolutely delicious. Thats when he notices a text back from you.
Yn
I never thought I’d see a sunrise and sunset simultaneously. That’s what it’s like being with you. Is that weird? You’re a very warm person lmao
I feel like that’s weird.
Ignore that.
Kyojuro, don’t get the wrong idea
Fuck
He can’t possibly contain his smile. Delicious.
It’s been about 3 months since you initially met Kyojuro Rengoku. The two of you had been messaging back and forth nearly everyday, hanging out occasionally, and it was apparent how attracted you were to him. He was intoxicatingly charming over text and when you’d see him in person his smile would wrap your body in a warm coat of giddiness. No longer were you controlled by the cold hands of anxiety. Rengoku’s presence and persisting nature made you realize that you simply shouldn’t give a fuck. You’re you and that’s priceless. Kanroji was ecstatic when you first told her Rengoku asked you to hang out alone. She was convinced you were in love with him, which… probably wasn’t far from the truth. You knew so much about him, but the one thing you were still curious about was the content he made. One part of you felt like it was too late to bring up that topic, but the other part was dying to know if he played games or was more of a talking streamer. What type of things did he do to entertain his viewers? As if summoning him a text message buzzes from him on your phone screen.
Apricot
You wanna come over and chill tonight? I got that new movie you were asking about 😎
Yn
Ahh sick, yeah I can be there by 4
Is that good?
I could come earlier but I have some work to finish up before I can make it
Apricot
Yeah that should work
I do have some things I’ll need to finish up in my office though, so if you’re fine just chilling by yourself for like an hour or so until I’m finished then we should be all set
Yn
Hell yeah man, I’ll take a nap on your comfortable ass couch
Apricot
Just don’t drool on my poor pillows like last time 🙁
Yn
Yeah sure, or I could just not come over
Apricot
FINE, at least hide the massive puddle from me instead of showing me like some proud child who just drew on my walls 😭😭😭😭
Yn
Sorry you give off daddy energy 🤷♀️
Apricot
It’s my daddy issues rubbing off on me 🚩😭
Yn
🚩🚩🚩🚩 problem child alert
Apricot
Hey! You have no idea how evil Senjuro can be. He may look cute, but he uses that against you
Yn
Sounds like a child is able to outsmart you
Apricot
Just hurry up and get your ass over here
Yn
Yes sir 🙄
You grin to yourself and those happy butterflies fill your chest yet again. Over the past few months you’d gotten used to the wishy washy way they made you feel. Kind of like you were sinking through a cloud, but a big hunky man would catch you when you fell through. It’d been a while since you masturbated to Yoro since you mostly thought about Kyojuro now. In a way you felt bad, but not too much. You hum happily to yourself and finish up the last minute touches to a cover you were working on. You shut down your computer and glance at what you were wearing in your mirror. Oversized gray sweats and a knit blue tank with a heather gray cardigan loosely covering your shoulders. You looked incredibly sexy. A large grin overtakes your face as you make your way to leave for Kyojuro’s, who happens to live a small jaunt north of you.
Rengoku paces nervously waiting for you to arrive. Tonight was the night he wanted to tell you that from the beginning he thought you were the most attractive person he’d ever met. How he would say that without sounding creepy…? He didn’t know. He just hoped you’d take it as a compliment. His breath was short and for a moment he thought he might pass out. He feels his phone buzz in his pocket and instantly reaches for it. When he realizes it’s a call from his manager he furrows his brows. He hesitantly answers.
“Yoro, listen, I need you to stream sometime tonight. Views of your colleagues are down to I need you to fill in the donation gaps.” Before he can argue the phone goes silent. His eyes darken and he throws his phone against the couch. He’d planned on editing some videos, but now he had to stream by contract.
“Fucking hell.” He curses lowly and clenches his fist.
You arrive within 10 minutes of leaving, the wonderful air making you in an even better mood. Your smile hadn’t left your lips since your conversation with Kyojuro. You take the elevator and knock on his door around 4:33pm. He opens it briskly, his blonde and red hair in a mess around his face. His chin is scruffy and he wears a loose fitted white shirt with black sweats. He looks amazingly sexy.
“Hello Kyojuro,” You sing and step into his apartment. You wander over to his plush couch and flop down into the cushions. “Don’t mind me, I’ll be here watching some videos while you busy yourself with important secretive content things.” You tease. Little beknownst to you this stikes a nerve in Rengoku. He grits his teeth together and stalks past you.
“Just stay quiet. I’m going to lock the door.” He quips sternly, barley looking at you. You furrow your brows and watch as he stomps into the office and closes the door. You listen for the click of the lock but it never comes.
“Who peed in his cheerios?” You whisper to yourself and sigh loudly. His grumpy demenour had certainly put a damper on your mood, but you were too excited to take another nap on his couch to really care. You were sure when you woke up he’d be back to his bright and cheery self. Not long after you lay your head down you fall asleep.
Rengoku is in your dream, but so is Yoro. They’re both looking at each other and then Rengoku is shirtless and you don’t really care about Yoro anymore.
You awaken from what seemed like a short dream to a loud noise coming from Kyojuro’s office. You grunt in response, upset that the real Kyojuro probably won’t become shirtless. Your eyes slowly adjust to light and you stretch out your legs and arms while making a silent screeching noise. Not sure why stretches felt so good while making a noise, but it had to be scientifically proven. You should probably check on Kyojuro. You glance at your phone and realize you’d been asleep for nearly an hour. How long does it take to become shirtless? You roll your eyes and smack your dry lips. You stand and stretch one more time before wandering over to the office door. You grab hold of the knob and knock softly.
“Kyojuro?” You whisper hesitantly and twist the knob. The door slowly opens into the office, or what you thought was the office. Your eyes first land on the bed over to the left of the room covered in red sheets. Your eyes flick to the gray walls and then to Kyojuro, who’s eyes are widely looking into yours. It’s then you realize this Kyojuro is in fact shirtless. And pantless. Dick out. Mask on. Hair tucked into a hat. Yoro. The man you touched yourself to and would do anything to fuck. Shame for watching Kyojuro’s content without his consent rushed through you for a moment. It wasn’t like you had purposefully sought out what he posted, but happened upon it before you even knew each other. As long as you never told him you were a fan, things would work out. You wanted to keep this between the both of you for as long as you could. You notice the camera flashing and scoot back toward the door, eyes still trained on the magnificent body in front of you. A wash of overwhelming feelings crash into you, but for the sake of whatever the fuck was happening, you stayed calm.
“Sorry guys, my cat almost knocked over a plant.” Kyojuro laughs and turns back to his audience. You notice the vibrator strapped to his dick again and the hunger you had tried to keep calm all this time nearly bubbles out. You’d definitely have to talk this out later, but right now you didn’t want to leave the room. You observe him glance at you a couple of times, but he’s trying so hard to keep his cool. He must think you’re in shock. Appalled. Grossed out. Nope. You’re just really fucking horny. It’s taking all your being to not jump him in front of his camera right now. Everything seemingly clicks into place. Why he got so weird at the restaurant. He didn’t want to tell you he was a cam boy. Why he never shared his content with you. Why he was always so secretive with his office and planning. He also happened to be the one streamer you would do anything for. Which meant in a way you were double horny for him? Maybe after he was done you could convince him to give you a private show? Or was that weird? Maybe that was weird. No harm in asking though. “Yes yoroslut the donations are hooked up to the vibrator. If you send a certain amount it correlates with a certain power setting on it.” He smiles as he replies to a comment. Your heart beats faster in your chest as you watch the live show. You could have some fun with this…
You pull out your phone and notice Kyojuro tense. You smirk and sit down on the ground, back against the wall. He furrows his brows as he watches you, obviously confused on what’s happening. You pull up his stream on your phone and lick your lips with anticipation. You click the donation button and the small gift option. After a couple seconds a low buzzing can be heard from Kyojuro. He tenses and his eyes widen as he realizes what you’re doing. His cock stiffens and you can feel your pussy throb hungrily. He’s trying to pay attention to the stream in front of him, but you were distracting. You donate a medium gift. Louder buzzing and Kyojuro lets out a breathy moan, eyes trained on you. He was searching your face, his muscles tensed because of you. His chest is heaving and you enjoy the way his cock twitches because of the donations you’re sending. Next was the large gift. Incredibly loud buzzing fills the room and Kyojuro doubles over gripping his desk. He whimpers and it cracks into a loud moan. You can hear his breathing from where you sit on his floor. The buzzing continues and Kyojuro starts to shake, his muscles flexing like crazy as he tries to contain himself. You read some of the comments flying by.
Great show. This is so hot!
This is why Yoro is my favorite!
So glad you decided to stream tonight!
Rengoku is letting out soft moans and his eyes squeeze shut. You can’t handle the hunger building in your chest and pussy so you crawl over on all fours to his chair. He’s already scooted out pretty far from trying to contain himself, so crawling under the desk is a simple task. Once you’re there you peer up at him. His blazing eyes meet yours and from the way he’s breathing you can tell he’s close to climaxing.
“I want you to be a good boy and cum in my mouth.” You whisper ever so lightly. His eyes widen slightly but then they flutter shut and he gives you the tiniest nod. You rip off the vibrator from his throbbing and twitching cock. You wrap your hand around him, but since he’s so girthy your hand barley covers any space. You work him as best you can nevertheless. Kyojuro grunts softly and he tries to look back at the comments. You like the way his dick feels in your hand, theres a slight curve at the tip that helps him not slip out of your handjob.
“I-I like,” He groans and his eyes shut again. “I enjoy ramen.” He pants. He must be answering a comment. It’s time for the finishing move. You smirk to yourself, even though you’re a little nervous. You were having fun now, but what about later when everyone had their clothes on and it got serious? You push those thoughts to the back of your head and kiss Kyojuro’s tip and make eye contact with him. You smooch it again and his body visibly shudders. You then take him in your mouth, lips curling around his length. “F-fuck.” He curses and you hear him hit the desk above you. “Sorry guys, I-I-I,” His eyes roll back into his head and without finishing you hear the end of the steam noise. You still bob your head up and down his cock. You can feel him tensing in your mouth. He tears off his mask and hat, watching you suck his pretty cock. He runs a hand through his hair and leans back in his chair, letting out a low rumbling moan. You hum against his dick and his hand is suddenly in your hair, tangled with the soft locks. He pulls your mouth off him and stares at you, breathless. “What the fuck are you doing princess?” He growls. The angry look on his face tells you that you should be scared, but the fact he called you princess in that tone makes you squirm with excitement.
“Reciting the declaration of independence.” You reply like a smartass. Kyojuro looks you up and down, spit dripping down your chin and a bit of his precum smeared under your lip. You glance down at his erection and then meet his gaze again. “Are you going to let me continue…or?” You trail off moving closer to him on your knees. Kyojuro’s last bit of humanity is thrown out the window as he can smell your delicious scent.
“No.” He replies in a raspy voice. You tilt your head as he stands from his chair and flops down on the bed. “Come over here y/n” He commands. Your eyes widen and heat crawls all over your body. Rengoku lays on the bed, putting a pillow underneath his head. His eyes track you as you slowly rise to your feet. You sheepishly drop the cardigan and step out of your sweats. Your tank top is easy to slip off over your head and your sports bra comes off with it. You then slowly shimmy out of your underwear. Rengoku’s eyes flit over every inch of your body. He looks away before glancing back. Taking a double take. You feel your whole body warm. “Now get over here princess.” His usual fiery eyes are dark and hungry. With the way your needy cunt pulses, you don’t waste any time. You crawl up on the bed with him and slowly start to position yourself over his chest. His eyes practically eat you up as you scoot a little closer. “Come on my love, you need to be on top for me to use my mouth.” He coos. You nervously bite your lip and sit down on his face. His nose to your clit and he doesn’t miss this oppurtunity to be smothered by your thick thighs. The tip of his nose rubbing against your clit and a soft moan slipping from your mouth. Before you have any time to react his tongue slips between your folds. A surprised yelp comes from your mouth as he continues to explore you with his tongue. It swirls against your clit, prodding the sensative spot like it was something stuck in his teeth he was trying to get out with his tongue. You try to find friction against his nose, biting your lip to contain your moans. Your breath becomes heavy and labored as Rengoku fucks you with his long tongue. You bring your finger to your mouth and bite down.
“Ah, Kyojuro, oh my god.” You murmured. Your words must motivate him to not let up on nudging your clit with his nose and lapping up your juices. “F-fuck, ungh, yes, right t-there.” You can feel the pressure of an orgasm building in the pit of your stomach. You feel like you’re seeing stars as he continues. Your hands are suddenly tangled in his hair holding him to your pussy. Your legs start to jerk as you ride out the shockwaves of your orgasm. You let out a howling moan, finally not holding back the sounds you wanted to make. You slide off his face and flop down on next to him. Kyojuro pants and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He licks the juices off his hand and maintains eye contact with you.
“Fucking tasty. Best thing I've ever ate.” He pants, looking you up and down. “Don’t hold back those beautiful noises from me my love.” A boyish grin replaces the serious look on his face as he props himself up on his elbow. “So I guess you know what I do for a living now.” His cheeks are red and your heart pounds in your chest. Yeah and you were his top donator. “I hope you don’t mind, I mean it seems like you didn’t because…you know…we…” He glances away and bites his bottom lip. “What I’m trying to say is…what are you thinking right now?” His eyes meet yours again looking for an answer.
What were you supposed to say? You knew about him before so the shock of finding out that Yoro and Kyojuro were the same person hadn’t phased you. What was bothering you was Rengoku finding out that you were a fan of his. You feel like that would cause problems between the both of you and all you wanted was to be able to fuck him as you pleased. Hell, maybe you’d even start to date. You didn’t know, but him figuring out that you’d watched him before wouldn’t be good news.
“I think we should continue where we left off.”
Yeah, this was for the best.
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Stand up puppet boy! (Stand up puppet boy!) Time to start the show! (Time to start the show) You'd better do some brand new moves, They paid a lot to watch you go!
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B08L26V3LG I subscribed! are we besties now? B08L26V3LG
PUPPET BOY!
ITS THE LITTLE THINGS THAT COUNT
LITTLE PROBLEMS
LITTLE MINDS
LITTLE POINTS OF VIEW STAND UP PUPPET BOY
TIME TO START THE SHOW
YOUD BETTER DO SOME BRAND NEW MOVES
THEY PAID A LOT TO WATCH YOU GO
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genloss inspired quotes!!
-"cry my name remind my brain of my identity!!"
(Cotards Solution by Will Wood)
-"Oh, honestly? Did you not read the colony policy? That defines you as company property? That waivers your say in autonomy??" (The Fine Print by The Stupendium)
-"I’m going to get going now. I have to go pick up my son from soccer and my daughter from ballet. Or the other way around. They’re so unhappy. I’m so unhappy. I’m actually a woman. My parents were circus clowns who died after falling into toxic waste. I’m not actually going on hiatus; I’m going to prison for tax evasion. Nothing will ever be ok. I’m already dead. I hate you all.”
Much love,
-ww"
(Will Wood)
-"There's no longer country, only corporate colors! Color makes us hungry, hunger makes us human. Everyone can see it, everything's connected"
(Redesign Your Logo by Lemon Demon)
-"Please, kill me, I'm serious
Please, kill me, I'm not singing, I'm asking!!
Locked in a cage with all the rats. I've slipped through the cracks. And now I'm stuck with the scraps, and I can't. Seem to find my way back. Get me out, get me out of here"
(Little Girls by Cameron Diaz)
-"Stand up puppet boy, time to start the show, you'd better do some brand new moves. They paid a lot to watch you go!
(Puppet boy by Devo)
-"Beg me for mercy, admit you were toxic, you poisoned me just for, another dollar in your pocket, now I am the violence, I am the sickness, won't accept your silence, beg me for forgiveness"
(Blood// Water by Grandson)
"Don't meet your idols, fuck you I'm your idol!!"
(And if I Did You Deserved It by Will Wood)
that's it! if anyone thinks of anymore please tag them to add to my evergrowing brainrot :)
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Yandere!Puppeteer x Victim!Y/N
Puppeteer: *Forcing Y/N to pole dance in front of people* "Stand up puppet boy! Time to start the show! You'd better do some brand new moves! They paid a lot to watch you... go!!"
Y/N: "NO!"
Puppeteer: "What's that, puppet boy?"
Y/N: "Don't tell me what to do!"
Puppeteer: "What's that, puppet boy?"
Y/N: "I'm not a freak like you!"
Puppeteer: "What's that, puppet boy!?"
Y/N: "I move when I want to!"
Puppeteer: "I can't hear you, puppet boy! Now... DANCE! DANCE!! DANCE!!!"
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Post 3-5 songs that remind you of your muse
Puttin on the Ritz- Taco
Dressed up like a million-dollar trouper Trying hard to look like Gary Cooper (super duper) Come, let's mix where Rockefellers Walk with sticks or umbrellas in their mitts Puttin' on the Ritz
Puppet Boy- DEVO
Puppet boy It's the little things add up Getting bigger pull the trigger Little things like you Stand up puppet boy Time to start the show You'd better do some brand new moves They paid a lot to watch you go
Come alive- The Greatest Showman
Come alive, come alive Go and light your light Let it burn so bright Reachin' up To the sky And it's open wide You're electrified
There's a good reason these tables are numbered- P!ATD
Please leave all overcoats, canes and top hats with the doorman From that moment, you'll be out of place and underdressed I'm wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it Ruining this banquet for the mildly inspiring and When you're in black slacks with accentuating off-white pin-stripes whoa oh Everything goes according to plan
The Villain I appear to be- Annapantsu
I don't have the time to tell you Why I do the things that I do Just please hold on and soon you'll see That I'm not the villain I appear to be Movin' along, no I won't settle down Until I'm locked behind bars or I'm kicked outta town So you can keep on a runnin' around and around But you will never quite catch up to me!
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My allergies are making me feel very unwell right now. I'm hoping my meds start working soon because I took them over an hour ago and still nothing. I very much just want to sleep.
But there is much to talk about. Last night after I finished my post I made the mini cinnamon rolls and then jokingly got mad at James for moving the orange soda I left on the coffee table for two hours. Saying I was just coming back for it. And then we got into our off brand Lego flowers and sat down to watch the wedding video.
And I'll be honest, it starts alright. The b roll and shots around the monument are great. But the ceremony was framed weird and we are blocked by mics for a lot of it. And while the actual vows are filmed well, there is a lot of sound issues. And I would have liked to hear laughing from the audience more. I was glad the speeches were filmed. And I loved hearing the vows and speeches again. But I am just really disappointed in the quality of the video, the clips, the audio in parts, and the weird song choices. For some reason after the ceremony the rest is dubbed over with Rihanna. Even our first dance. I don't know why you would pick the song we actually danced to. And then it just ends with the final shot being two guests dancing that are Anne and Tucker's friends. No outro or anything. And I was just kind of bummed. I'm trying to not be upset, and I'm not falling apart like I was with the trailer. But it's not good. And I'm disappointed. In the video but also in our friend. Like we paid them more then any other vender outside of the venue and food. And it took 9 months. And it's just. Rushed at the end and not anything like I wanted. And it's just really disappointing. I am hoping James can talk to Brandon and maybe get the raw footage. Maybe I can make something closer to what I wanted. I don't really know much of editing but James does and maybe we can do something together.
We would go to bed pretty late. And neither of us really slept well. My neck hurt again when I woke up. Thankfully not as much as last week but still not good. I decided I was buying us new pillows today. Maybe that would help fix it.
When I woke up James was making me an omelet in the other room. Which was very sweet and would be a very good breakfast when I got to camp.
I got dressed and felt pretty good. My hair was kind of driving me crazy today but it was whatever. I really would like to dye it. Maybe this weekend when James is away that can be an activity for me.
But the day would be a nice one. I had a good walk this morning. Chatted with Bonnie and pet her dog Buddy. Went to see Ty and feed the goats an apple. I sat and talked with him for a while. He filled me in on petty drama and nonsense form the weekend. It was good to talk to him.
But I had to go and do my actual job. When I had gotten to work I knew the back was going to be messed up from color wars again. So I didn't go back right away and did everything else I needed to do before going and seeing what was up. And it was a mess. Materials wrecked and trash everywhere. I was very upset and felt pretty disrespected but it also just hurt my feelings. So I told the group chat just that. And reiterated that we should be leaving spaces better then we found them. It is just really frustrating.
I would get everything fixed though and after Mannie came up to see if he could help but he was to late for that. I still appreciated him asking. No one else did.
I started heading to the office and Annabelle would drive us down in the gator. Which is finally fixed. And I reminded Heather I would have to leave early next Monday. Made sure it's on the calendar. And went back to my building to wait for my group.
Who was late. All my overnights were late today. But it was fine. I was nervous about this. But everyone who loved it and it actually worked really well. A couple minutes after my first overnight came my new YLP, Anton, team and he's so good. I am almost convinced that he's Tatiana's boyfriend. But he has not said so so I will not say anything until he does. But he's very helpful. He does really want to be in the hammock which I understand and I told him he can when we don't have groups but I have him in charge of the hot glue gun station and so far no one has gotten hurt so that's good. And the kids are so creative with their puppets and that's just amazing to see.
The first two groups were girls and they made themselves and their animals and their friends and soccer players and it was just a lot of fun. And because they were so into the work I got to just sit to the side and watch them and give advice but also work on my knitting. All 144 squares are done and I'm starting to sew them together. I have five rows completed. I am making great time.
Lunch came pretty quickly and I wasn't going to go down. I had Left some of my omelette because I wasn't sure if lunch would be any good. But then Celia let me know that it was spaghetti so I would head down and got the biggest bowl possible for some reason. But it was still good. I didn't eat it all but it was a nice pass to even if the sauce was a little boring. I wish that there had been bread. But that's okay.
The afternoon groups also did a really good job. The first day camp group was a little more cautious about the hot glue but still seem to have a really good time and Anton did a really excellent job with them. He has a very good energy for the kids. He's 16 and he was trying his best and I really appreciate that.
Then we had our little break and I would lay outside and he laid inside and then we had bontkirchen.
And they did fine. They did string bracelets and two of them did metal casting. And I really only had a problem with one child who was also their last week wasting paint again. Because even though I told him please only pour as you go she keeps making entire pallets with all the colors and then only using like two of them and wasting all that pain it's so annoying. Stop wasting my paint! I keep telling you I don't have that much. So I had to talk to her counselor because her counselor also wanted to paint and I was like could you just share paint with her please. And that helped make me feel a little bit better about it. But then afterwards I leaned on the painted wood that the counselor made and got paid on my new dress. And it's fine I'm going to get paint on my clothing but it was just like seriously. Another thing I have to deal with with paint???!!
But I got over it pretty fast. We had our last day camp group and they were excellent. I really love day camp 10 and Trista is such a good counselor and really I just enjoy sitting and talking to her. And I really enjoyed sitting and talking to the kids as well. This was a solid group and I had a lot of fun with them.
For the last like 10-15 minutes of that hour I went inside to examine some things that Alicia, one of the counselors who was doing the Camp award and needed a service hour, sorting for me. One of my under cabinets is absolutely filed with plaster slip molds. And I have never taken them out or looked at them. And so she took them out and cataloged what they were and that was amazing. I chose half of them I thought we could reasonably do. Some are form the 1960s! And we, we being me, Anton, Alicia, and Louisa, would experiment with mixing plaster and using rubber bands to hold the molds. We ended duo with a radish, a ball, and a piece of corn. And I'm thrilled. This is going to be so much fun. I have no idea what I will do with them but ime excited to see what we can make.
We would clean up pretty fast. And I would spend a few minutes showing Louisa how to sew a whip stitch. And then I said goodbye to everyone.
I finished putting some stuff away while I talked to Louisa about how pillows are to expensive and then it was time to go.
I was not in a rush at all. And didn't mind waiting for Dachelle in the gator to give out snacks to the day campers by the pool. Even if I couldn't convince her to give me a rice krispie too.
Then I was heading to Marshalls. Where I found 4 pillows for less then what I had budgeted for two. And they are quoted and very soft. I got one thinner and one thicker for variety. I hope it helps my neck.
I also tried on some clothes. And got a black dress with a flattering front panel. It's like a corset triangle without the corset. Very pretty while still being really simple.
And then I went to pay. And found my wallet was not in my bag and I panicked.
The girl was really nice and made a note to hold the stuff for me. And I went to the car to see if it was there but no luck so I called James.
And they found it at home in my fanny pack. Which is the bag I used yesterday. I felt really stupid and upset with myself. But James talked me through adding my discover card to my Google wallet so I could pay with my phone. Which was really neat. I had to wait in line for a little but that was fine and I was able to pay. And then get rid of Google wallet form my phone because I don't want that. Feels unsafe. And then went home.
It took a while to get home. And I spilled lemonade on myself. So I was a little unhappy when I got back. But James was there. And sweetp was there. And things would be okay.
I took a quick shower and got changed and then we headed out. We were going to go to the brewery for dinner but they aren't open on Monday so to Michaels instead.
Where we go enough and only order one thing that the girl recognized us and was like. The usual? I've never had a usual before!!! So that was pretty cool. Though she gave me regular Pepsi instead of diet and James had to go ask her to swap it out and I felt bad. But the food was good and it was nice talking to my love and I felt good. I felt a lot better then I had.
After dinner James asked if I wanted ice cream but the line was to long and I didn't actually want ice cream I just wanted to spend time with them. So we didn't get any and went home instead.
When we got home we hung out. I laid in bed and enjoyed the new pillows. Eventually I would make more of the cinnamon rolls, called snail rolls, and when they were in the oven I asked James to watch them while I took a longer shower to hopefully help with the allergies that popped up when we got home.
And now we are in bed. Sweetp is here and seems to be in a much better mood. More cuddly. I am glad. I love him so much. And I love my James. And I hope we sleep better tonight.
Tomorrow I am hoping to feel good. Little to no neck pain. No wrist pain, which has subsided since I hit myself with the book but may be coming back, and I hope the weather is as nice as it was today.
I also hope to stay over. We might ride horses. And I am just looking forward to a good time. I hope you all have a good time too. Sleep well my friends. Goodnight
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It's now been a day and I have so many more thoughts.
This is not about "paying artists fairly" or "demanding free art." This is about greed and foisting poor money management on your (mostly young) audience. This is about getting too big for your britches and refusing to take responsibility for it.
If this move was about the money, if Watcher is really not profitable, why hire two new people? Why reboot a show where Steven goes around the world eating really expensive food? Why buy a new domain and the bandwidth necessary for a streaming service? Why not cut the budget, tighten your belt a bit, lower production quality on your already over-produced shows? Why not expand your Patreon? You're pulling in at least $60k/month from that, on top of sponsorships, ad revenue, merch sales, and tour sales. If that's not enough, you need to CUT BACK, not expand. You need to start living within your means instead of hoping that the audience will foot the bill.
If this move was about creative freedom from sponsors and censorship, what's wrong with your Patreon? You already post exclusive content there. A Patreon-exclusive series (or even multiple!) would allow you to create what you want to create without worrying about censorship, and you already have TWELVE THOUSAND PATRONS. Imagine how many more people would sign up for Patreon if there were more content! Instead, you're asking us to move to a whole new, untested, frankly unsafe site (where international viewers are unable to follow) that doesn't even allow Paypal.
If this move was about expanding the Watcher brand, how is this going to work? On YouTube, your videos and channel get recommended to new people all the time. Who's going to "stumble upon" your own domain? How are you going to attract new viewers? "You get to watch the first episode free but everything else you have to pay us for" is NOT the win you think it is. Three million subs is not enough to make this kind of move. Moving higher-quality content to a paid tier while keeping the popular stuff on YouTube would make a lot more sense.
I understand your desire to make bigger, better stuff, but YOU have to understand that YOUR money problems are just that: YOURS. Layoffs suck, but if you have to go bare-bones to survive, that's what you have to do! Salary cuts suck, but they're preferable to losing your business entirely! Not hiring new people might not be ideal, but don't spend money you don't have! Cutting production value sucks, especially since I know Ryan wants this to be some TV-quality company, but no one in your audience gives a single fuck about it! We watch for YOU, not the quality. You could film Ryan and Shane behind a desk made of plywood on an iPhone 5 and we'd still get enjoyment out of it. The pull of the company is YOU.
You've lost sight of what Watcher means to its audience. You aren't a TV station or a big-name content company like Dropout or GMM. You're a couple of guys doing goofy things together who happened to amass a reasonably-sized cult following doing what you love. You're so very lucky for that. Don't take advantage of it.
Also keep in mind, even when you walk this back (we all know you will, there's no way your business will survive if you don't), you've burned through so much trust and goodwill that I don't know if this community will ever be the same. Now that we know you'd rather burn this company to the ground trying to get too big too fast than take a single Business 101 class, it's going to take a lot for us to trust you again.
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We’re Leaving YouTube
#watcher#shane madej#ryan bergara#steven lim#this is out of love#i love this community and this brand#but you're killing it#also rip your social media team
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Urahara Kisuke - Short Story: Chapter 4
The following day, you’d dropped by your home and offered drinks and snacks to the workers present before you made your way back to the shop.
Urahara’s head lifted when he saw you, and he gave a smile at the content expression on your face.
“Someone’s in a good mood. Did something happen?”
He was casually sitting in the main room, legs folded.
His position wasn’t what drew your attention, it was the small animal sitting comfortably in his lap.
He blinked, flinching when you seemed to appear at his side in an instant. A bead of sweat ran down the side of his head when he saw the way you were intently watching the cat. It became clear what you wanted.
“Would you like to hold Yoruichi?”
He lifted her up and from the warm energy emitting off your body, it’s clear that you wanted to.
He laughed under his breath, handing her over. There were practically flowers blooming around you as you held Yoruichi who leaned into your touch. Urahara could just smile.
“I guess she can show those expressions after all.”
He was used to the serious expression you constantly wore. Watching you happily pat Yoruichi brought him ease. He understood that your upbringing had a lot to do with your slightly stoic personality. His eyes drifted to the star shaped bracelet you wore, recalling the conversation he had with Ryuken and Isshin.
He’d called them to discuss you. While he heard that Ichigo had saved you from Yhwach, there was not much more he knew aside from that, and he more than anyone knew that it paid to be careful.
“When I found her in the world of the living, I was surprised. I know she assumed I was there to kill her.” Ryuken explained.
Isshin turned at the statement, and Urahara seemed just as curious.
“Was she a rogue?” Urahara asked.
Ryuken shook his head.
“Far from it. She was one of the few that hated the senseless killing. A few of them enjoyed it, seeing all that death. She was different. Every time she fought it was as if a bit of her will died. Losing her grandparents the way she did might have been a mercy, because if circumstances were different, they would have killed them.”
Hearing such words was disheartening.
If he could give just a small piece of happiness, then he would.
His hand lifted, and for a second he was going to reach out, but he stopped himself, lowering his hand back into his lap.
“Better to keep that distance..”
He mentally scolded himself. After what you’d been through, the last thing you needed was any complicated situations.
He needed to thread carefully.
So he did and before he knew it, four months had passed.
Everything was coming along. Your home was halfway done, and each day, the idea of being there again brought you happiness.
Ichigo came by a few times to check in, and some weekends you would spend them with Jinta and Ururu, making sales and restocking. The topic of your new house came up, and you didn’t expect it when Urahara made the suggestion.
“Photos?”
He nodded.
“You probably don’t have anything to put in that brand new house. We should take a few group photos so you can hang them everywhere!”
He looked pretty excited, and you couldn’t really argue with the logic. Your house would be pretty vacant when you move in.
You turned to Ururu who nodded shly. Jinta just folded his arms.
“I guess a few pictures of me are fine. After all, who wouldn’t want that.” He looked pretty cocky, and you wore a small smile. Ichigo stepped over to you.
“I can call Orihime, Sado and Uryuu if you want.”
“Yes, I would like that very much.”
So you all choose a day that would work, and you’d end up in front of Urahara’s shop with his camera propped on the stand.
He clicked the button.
“Everyone says cheese!”
He was rushing by to your side, and everyone smiled as it flashed. By the time the pictures were done, you were all having a meal inside.
They were all talking so happily as they gave updates of life and everything in between. For a moment, all you could do was observe. The small space was so lively, and the smiles they wore, it gave you a sense of warmth. You’d almost forgotten what it was like. The last time you’d felt this way was when your grandparents were alive.
The joy of having friends, a family..
Your head lowered, and in all the conversations, you’d expertly excused yourself. Making your way outside, you’d jump right onto the roof. There was always something relaxing about watching the town from above.
“Not one for gatherings.”
Urahara’s statement made you look down. He was on the ground, and in an instant, he was right there up on the roof with you.
“It’s strange, being around so many people that only want happiness for the other. I suppose in a way I forgot what it felt like.”
Urahara nods, watching your seated form.
“Being around them, it helps. All of us, we understand that the world isn’t as carefree as so many people believe. Regardless of what they’ve endured, somehow they always managed to get through it with a smile."
He chuckled, tipping his hat down.
“I guess even an old shopkeeper can learn a thing or two from them.”
So could you.
With a soft breath, you stood, and Urahara raised his head, not expecting the tears that were running down your cheeks. Despite it, you were wearing the biggest smile. The first one that you’d truly offered to him.
“Arigatou, Urahara-san.”
Your expression had caught him completely off guard, and his eyes softened. You looked so unapologetically happy, and at that very moment he realized he wanted to ensure that you never lost that smile.
He reached out, and you blinked when you felt his palm on your cheek. You stared, and he said nothing, merely brushing the tear from your cheeks. The fondness is his eyes, they made your cheeks heat up.
“Oiii!! What are you doing you pervert!! I said don’t do anything weird to (Y/N)!”
Urahara wasn’t offered a chance to defend himself, because Ichigo had delivered a swift kick to his chin that sent him barelling into the sky. You just watched, a bead of sweat running down the side of your head.
It’s obvious Ichigo is nothing if not diligent.
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Pour Me Another
They’re ba-a-ack. AB InBev and its Bud Light brand have been radio silent since mid-April and the LGBTQ/transgender controversy. But they’ve returned with both guns blazing, and their biggest summer ad campaign ever. With Bud Light, it’s “Easy To Summer.” Or so they say.
Probably not a bad idea, given that Bud Light has now slipped to the Number 2 brand in the US.
The new campaign is rich in outdoorsy activities that typify summer in the US, meaning lots of picnics, playing in the sun, goofing off…and drinking Bud Light. If you watch the ad a few times, you will notice they have done a slick job pigeonholing their target market, as the undercurrent is decidedly very white, straight, and…to be honest…rather out of shape.
Yup. Sounds like Joe Six Pack to me. Bud Light is getting back to basics.
There is also no escaping the fact that, no matter what Bud Light does, it is going to alienate someone now. While it may get some of its boycotters to reconsider, those who are LGBTQ or its allies may feel slighted. Of course, Pride Month is only one month out of the year, and Bud Light (nor the vast majority of other major brands) never actively showed any support the other 11 months. Still…it’s June for a few more days, so there’s that.
You also cannot miss that Bud Light is relying on music to carry its message, just as we have been discussing lately. The song—Chic’s Good Times—dates to 1979. Whether this means Bud Light is going for an older demo, or thinks the song is timeless, will be determined in the next few months.
The campaign is not just a knee-jerk reaction to what happened in April, but rather an extension of what was launched during Super Bowl LVII last February. That campaign was “Easy To Drink, Easy To Enjoy.” It was well-received, and is easily expanded to different seasons.
The summer promotion includes $10,000 a week in giveaways, sweepstakes to cover bar tabs, and the Bud Light Backyard Tour, a concert series featuring several artists. Bud Light is also working in advance of the coming NFL season by linking to several star players in ads that will debut right before football action fires up.
By now you are probably wondering whether any artist or athlete would risk being connected to Bud Light, given what happened a couple of months ago. The naysayers have been pretty vocal in condemning anyone remotely connected to the brand, including independent distributors and retailers. Individual brands, meaning personal brands, are just as critical for maintaining as are corporate brands. Either these artists and athletes do not see any risk, or they were paid well enough to allay any fears.
It is critical for Bud Light to get on with doing business, crisis or not. Their silence lasted a bit too long. The ticking clock suggested the brand did not know what to do. But with the new campaign, even though they are acting as if nothing happened, it is better than silence. And you would never want to bring up April again anyway, so it is apropos for them to pick up the pieces and try to rebuild their position as the top-selling beer. After all, even with the controversy, they only slipped to second. It’s not as if they were exiled to an uninhabited island.
Welcome back, Bud Light. Although it was pretty noisy on social media it was rather quiet on the telly. While marketing text book authors will be mentioning the controversy for years to come���much like Coca Cola’s fateful move in 1985 to kill its flagship brand, only to reinstate it—I am betting that Bud Light will regain its prominence. Heck, we forgave Coca Cola its moment of indiscretion, and we will likely do the same for Bud Light.
One can hope, anyway.
Dr “Still Not My Beer, Though” Gerlich
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summary : you and Jack broke up in end of 2021 and you isolated yourself from the America life. didnt walk for any brand or didnt appear on any campaign, advertisement. finally you got out of your shell and guest to the James Corden.
A/N : nothing much.
while Urban changing chanels to watching something interesting in the middle of midnight Jack called him from the kitchen and CBS is on on the TV. he didnt mind. he didnt even care what was on TV and went to the kitchen for Jack and some snacks of course. meanwhile the advertisements ended and James Corden showed up, opened the show and invited the worlds most paid model, you. that moment when your name told by him Jack heard him and your voice. Urban and him looked each other.
''is this a halusination or am i hearing Y/N?'' he asked his best friend.
Urban looked to the TV from the kitchen. ''dude she is on James Corden.''
''no way!'' he got out from kitchen and sat the couch in front of the TV.
''Jack just shut it down youre gonna text or call her again when it ends.'' Urban scoofed.
''no! she didnt even post anything anywhere and now shes on TV. again. i have to watch this.''
''Jack cmon! youre gonna go insane. just leave her and leave yourself. you said you hate her. its ridiciolous.'' Urban knows what is gonna happen, this episode is gonna drive him insane and hes gonna try to reach you and you two gonna fight… same old shit.
''why the fuck wouldnt i watch her? whole world would watch her but me. no. no way. i moved on. nothings gonna happen after this show. trust me Urb.''
''im not gonna save your ass from anyone. know it. do what you do.'' he sat on the couch.
as they were fighting you and James talked a little.
''we thought we lost you. like you bored all of the things and run away. dont blaming youre in this celebrity life since you were a baby.''
''yeah, 2022 wasnt the best year for me.'' you laughed. ''i had a lot.''
''yeah we missed you. your first appear since 2021's end, right?'' James asked.
''i choose you for this.'' you smiled.
''can you tell us, what did you do when you were away?'' of course he knows the reason.
''i was awful actually.'' you laughed again. ''everywhere felt im not for there. LA, NYC… i got houses in there but it didnt feel right. i went to Italy. my family. my dads have a farm in there… yeah, i can say farm. huge area. seaside. i had sea. literally. they supported me. we did farm thingz. horses, plants, flowers, veggies and fruits. swam. their friends, my friends. late night swims, crystals, games, fashion shows, i helped them for designing. it was such an isolation.'' you smiled. ''some friends came for concerts. you know Marco and Christian are the best dads you can ever have!'' you blowed kisses to the air. referrancing to your dads.
''but you turn into an alcoholic and a smoker.'' James laughed and screamed.
''no!-'' you were smirking suddenly missed these days.
''i heard you smoked ten joints in a day!'' he was surprised.
''over ten actually. but im doing better. two or maybe three is enough right now. and alcohol was like a water. specially if your best friend has a tequila brand!'' you screamed. ''yeah, but dont put yourselves on any more stress babies, not worth to your mental health.'' you took a sip of the coffe.
''where are you staying right now? youre not homeless, right?'' James laughed hard.
''thanks God, no. California. after farm life NYC is so hard. at least i have a pool and a big ass garden to throw parties.''
''yeah, your recent parties. we saw someone different than your usual friends. we know you have a bond with Hadids, Jenners, Kardashians, Biebers, other models and singers but Michael B Jordan. and you looked pretty close.'' you blushed. ''oh, i can see now. youre blushing!''
''i am not!'' you laughed.
''oh really?'' he laughed and yelled. ''we saw dances, photos, videos, sharing the drinks, feeding each other. what are you gonna say that?'' yeah, it made you blush again.
''i have new people around me and thats right but you cant catch me James Corden.'' you winked and James hardly laughed.
''in your dreams Y/N… in your dreams.''
''friend of a friend. the new people youll se around me are friend of a friend. so you can call them Y/N's new friends.''
''except Michael, include Michael?'' James asked.
''he is my biggest new friend. you know.''
''what the fuck Urb she is fucking actors now?'' hes breathing from his nose.
''it has been a year and a half Jack. of course she moved on like you.''
''yeah. i moved on.'' he mumbled. but he didnt move on. its a lie.
''then why you act like you dont want her to move on?'' it was obvious. Jack always make movements like he dont want you to move on. well, he doesnt want you to move on. he wants to be the one who move on.
''im not acting like that. fuck. i want her. i want her since we broke up.'' Jack ate a few grape. ''when she found someone?''
''when you were trying to proof the whole world that you moved on her. but probably she didnt even see them.''
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Stand up puppet boy Time to start the show You'd better do some brand new moves They paid a lot to watch you go
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spoiled ~ machine gun kelly
word count: 2919
request?: yes!
“If your request are open, can I request MGK x reader where reader is a like spoiled but soft girl, kinda like that, and she's the total opposite of MGK.”
description: in which she’s the spoiled daddy’s girl with a heart of gold, and he’s the school’s bad boy, and of course they have a thing for one another
pairing: teen!machine gun kelly x female!reader
warnings: swearing
masterlist (one, two)
It was rare for someone to be considered “rich” in his neighborhood. For a long time, “rich” meant having more than $10 in your bank account after rent and bills were paid. High brand clothes and new phones were barley a thought in anyone’s mind.
Until she arrived.
She pulled up in a new car, sticking out like a sore thumb among the parking lot of old junkers and hand me down cars. Every head in the general vicinity turned to watch her as she parked her car and got out.
The whispers moved through the parking lot and into the halls of the school in seconds. by the time the new girl entered the school, it was like everyone already knew about her, including Colson.
“Is that her?” he whispered to Slim as she walked towards the principal’s office.
“It must be,” Slim responded. “Dude, she looks like a spoiled one. Look at her outfit, that shit is brand new.”
Colson was looking at her, but he didn’t share Slim’s thoughts. Sure, her outfit did look like some new brand name stuff, but it was obvious that she wasn’t your usual stuck up, spoiled rich girl. She wasn’t walking with her head held high and acting like she was better than everyone. Quite the opposite, actually; she was walking with her head down and her shoulders hunched over as much as they could be while she walked. It was like she didn’t want the attention on her at all, which didn’t line up with what Colson knew about spoiled rich people.
The school bell rang and Slim elbowed Colson to snap him out of his thoughts. “Come on, dude. We gotta go to class.”
Colson followed his friend to their first period class, the dreaded math class. They were getting seated and their teacher was just about to start class when a knock came at the door. Everyone turned to see the new girl stood there, hugging her books tightly against her chest, with their principal behind her.
“Sorry to interrupt, Ms. Dalton. I just wanted to introduce everyone to our newest student, (Y/N),” the principal said. “I want everyone to treat her with the respect that we uphold in this school, and to help her navigate her way through our school during these first few days.”
The looks shared through the room said that nobody would be doing either of the things that the principal had suggested.
He nodded to Ms. Dalton and left the room, leaving (Y/N) stood awkwardly by herself in front of everyone.
“You can take a seat anywhere that’s empty,” Ms. Dalton told her.
(Y/N) moved before her brain could even find somewhere to sit. She just wanted to stop being the center of attention for anyone. She wasn’t watching where she was going, so she didn’t notice someone moving their bookbag out under her feet, causing her to trip and stumble a little. It was a lame joke, but it was enough to cause nearly everyone in the room to snicker.
(Y/N) hurried down to the end of the aisle and sat down in a desk at the very back of the room. She hung her head and shrunk back into her seat. Colson looked back at her with pity.
Ms. Dalton droned on for a while about her lesson, not like anyone was listening to her. Most classes were like this; the teacher talked and the students stared at the clock until it was time to go to the next class and repeat the process until it was time to go home. That was, until Ms. Dalton said the magic words that every student loves to hear: “Get together, we’re gonna do some peer work for the rest of the class.”
Everyone jumped to grab their friend. Slim was already sitting next to Colson as he turned to look back at (Y/N). No one was even giving her a second look, not that she was trying to partner up with anyone anyways. Her eyes were trained on the book in front of her, the pencil in her hand mindlessly going back and forth over the page.
“I’m gonna go work with her,” Colson told Slim.
“What? Why the fuck would you wanna do that?”
Colson shrugged. “I don’t know, I wanna get to know her. She might not be as bad as we’re all labeling her as.”
Slim rolled his eyes, but Colson was already moving towards the back of the class. He sat down in the now empty desk in front of (Y/N) and turned around to look at her.
“Hey,” he said. “Need a partner?”
(Y/N) jumped and looked up at him. “Uh...I mean, you don’t have to. I can do the work by myself. I’d probably hold you back anyways since I’m new and all.”
Colson scoffed. “Please, no one does work during peer work. We just talk and shit and then we go to our next class.”
“What about if the teacher wants to see your work?”
“They usually tell us if they do, and if they do then they usually check the next day so we just do it before the next class.”
“Oh.”
A quiet settled between the two of them. Her attention turned back to her notebook, where she started doodling on the page again. Much like everyone else in the class, there wasn’t a single note written in the book.
“So,” Colson finally said, “what brings you to this shithole of a town?”
(Y/N) giggled a little. “I don’t think it’s that bad.”
“That’s because you just moved here. You’ll see how bad it is.”
(Y/N) shook her head. “I can’t see it being any worse than where I came from.”
“A rich, suburban neighborhood full of mansions?”
Suddenly, (Y/N) became closed again. Her face fell and she sat back in her seat, looking down at her lap again. Colson wasn’t sure what he had said to make her feel that way, but he felt guilty for it almost immediately.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I-I didn’t mean - ”
(Y/N) shook her head. “No, don’t worry about that. It’s...I mean, I know what everyone has been saying about me today. I know this isn’t exactly a...privileged part of town, and I come from a wealthier family than most, but that doesn’t mean that my life is all sunshine and rainbows and yours is automatically worse than mine.”
This shocked Colson. He didn’t expect her to feel so passionately about the subject. But maybe that was because of the fact that he did have those same thoughts about her, whether he wanted to admit it or not.
“I mean, in some ways you do have a much better life than some of us,” Colson said. “Some of us have families that are struggling between putting food on the table and keeping a roof over their heads. I bet you’ve never had that problem.”
She sighed. “No, I haven’t had that problem. But at least you guys have parents that actually give a shit about you or what happens to you.”
“Wrong again. My mom abandoned me and my dad years ago. I don’t even know if she’s alive or dead, not that it matters much to me.” Colson leaned forward on the desk. “I guess we have more in common than you’d think. Besides the money thing.”
A small smile tugged at the corner of (Y/N)’s lips. “Yeah, I guess we do.”
The bell rang before Colson could ask anymore questions. The rest of the class was up and out of their seats in seconds flat. (Y/N) took the time to shove her things into her bag before rising from her seat. Colson waited until she was ready before following suit.
“Where’s your next class?” he asked her.
She looked down at her schedule and read, “Basic English 4000, room 223.”
Colson shook his head. “It’s a snooze fest. Wanna go somewhere else instead?”
Although the thought of ditching class on her first day was didn’t seem like the best idea, (Y/N) knew she’d rather stick around with Colson than go to another room full of people who were looking at her in judgement. So she said, “Yeah, let’s go.”
~~~~~~
“Somewhere else” ended up being outside on the unused soccer field behind the school. Colson was laid out on his back, his arms behind his head, while (Y/N) was sat up next to him.
“Our team is on break for the year, or something like that,” Colson said. “Weirdly enough, the soccer team is the only one we have here. Not much competition in the area, but that just means we’re the best at something that the other schools aren’t.”
(Y/N) laughed. "You guys don’t even have a volleyball team or anything. A cheerleading squad?”
“You need teams for cheerleading squad,” Colson pointed out. “The closest we have is the group of bitches that walk around and cheer on the meatheads when they fight. Not the exact same thing, but it’s basically the same thing.”
(Y/N) put her hands behind her and leaned her weight on them. She looked up at the clear blue sky. Not a cloud in sight and the sun was shining down just right to keep them warm. She closed her eyes, trying to forget about the not so great first day she was having so far.
Colson turned his head slightly to look over at her. He couldn’t help but marvel at her beauty. Especially with the way the sun was beaming down on her, it was almost like she was glowing. He couldn’t look away. He was so infatuated with her, he wanted to spend the entire day out here, just the two of them.
“What happened with your old school?” Colson asked. The words slipped out before he could even process them, and he cringed the moment he said them.
(Y/N) moved her head to look at Colson, her eyes slowly opening to readjust to the light. “How do you know something happened at my old school?”
“Well, for one, you told me that this place can’t be as bad as where you came from, which means that something happened either in your old neighborhood or in your old school. That, plus I figure there’s no way a rich family is moving to this shit hole for any reason, and you seem to have some sort of vendetta over the stereotypes of your financial status.”
She raised an eyebrow at him. “Quite the detective, aren’t you?”
“Hey, my brain functions sometimes.”
(Y/N) smiled a little and laid down on the grass next to Colson. She placed one hand under her head and the other over her stomach as she looked up at the sky.
“I went to this incredibly preppy private school before I was here,” she began. “I’ve been in private school since I was a kid. My dad never wanted me anywhere near public schools. Something about his pride or whatever. Doesn’t matter now considering where I am. Most of my classmates throughout my school years always played into those bullshit stereotypes about rich people; they were all preppy and snotty and spoiled. If you didn’t have the newest brand of iPhone at the age of 10, they made fun of you for the rest of your life. And when they became hormone filled teenagers, whew, that was a whole other thing.”
Colson rolled onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow. He felt incredibly invested in the story (Y/N) was telling.
“I was never one to flaunt my wealth. Sure, my parents always bought me whatever I wanted, but I wanted to have some responsibility for myself. Dad never understood, but that’s because dad came from money. Mom, on the other hand, thought it would be great for me to start making my own money to pay for some of my own stuff. And, on top of that, I’ve always been shy and prefer to keep to myself. So, naturally, I became a target of the spoiled fuckheads in my school.”
“Naturally,” Colson agreed with a nod. (Y/N) looked over at him and smiled.
“There was this one girl who made it her life’s mission to make me miserable. Every moment she saw me, she was hurtling insults towards me. I had a job for a summer serving ice cream at a local park, and she’d show up at least once a week to mock me for working. I eventually quit the job because going in and thinking about facing her made me so anxious. She was just a bitch for the sake of being a bitch, and it got to me mentally. I would try to fake being sick so I didn’t have to go to school, but both my parents saw right through that. Unfortunately, they couldn’t see that I was being bullied and that’s why I was trying to stay home.”
“Did you do something to her?” Colson asked. “Is that why you got suspended?”
(Y/N) started to shake her head, but then stopped and nodded. “Nothing on purpose. Fuck, I barely even touched the bitch. There was just this one day that I was trying to get my books from my locker and go to class, and she was there. She and her squad of bitches were surrounding my locker, and I kept asking them to move but she would just keep mocking me and pushing me back and shit. Finally, I snapped and I pushed her. It wasn’t hard, it was like - ” (Y/N) reached up and lightly pushed Colson’s shoulder. It wasn’t even enough to make him move. “ - like that. But she goes falling to the floor, crying out that I shoved her and that I had hurt her. Her friends all fell by her side and swore up and down that I shoved her so hard that she nearly broke her ass or some bullshit. The school had a zero violence policy, and this bitch’s parents had the principal under their thumb, so they expelled me without hesitation.”
Colson shook his head. “That’s so shitty. I bet this bitch never had any consequences come to her because of her actions.”
“Nope. As far as I know, she’s still the HBIC of that place. Probably will be until she graduates and becomes a shitty wife and mother and repeats the process with her own kids.”
(Y/N) tried not to let her emotions get the best of her, but it was hard whenever she thought of the treatment she received for years. She hated her old school and she was glad to be gone, but she wished that she had gone on a better note instead of false accusations of violence from her lifelong tormentor.
The two lay in silence for some time. Colson tried to start the conversation back up, but he wasn’t sure what he’d even say to her.
“You know,” he finally said, “a lot of people think of me as the bad boy of the school.”
(Y/N) raised an amused eyebrow at him. “Really?”
“Yeah. It’s because I have tattoos, and I get into fights every now and then, and I may or may not regularly skip class to go drink or smoke weed with my friends and shit. I’m basically an archetype for the bad boy,” he said. “But I don’t consider myself that bad.”
“I don’t think you’re bad,” (Y/N) agreed.
“See, so we have something else in common; we’re both judged based on some stereotypes.”
(Y/N) smiled a little at this. She looked up into Colson’s incredibly blue eyes, almost a mirror image to the clear sky above them. She could get lost in those eyes, and she’d be okay with that.
The school bell rang, breaking the two of them from their prolonged staring contest. They hadn’t realized how long they had been outside, but it was now lunch time and the field was about to be flooded with students. Colson was to his feet first, outstretching a hand to help (Y/N) up.
“I should probably go find my friend, Slim, and tell him I’m not, like, dead or anything,” he said. “Wanna come?”
“I would, but I’m starting to feel hungry. I may run to the nearest fast food place and get something before class starts again. I’ll see you after lunch though?”
Colson smiled at her. “Yeah, of course.”
She started to walk towards her car, reluctant to leave her new friend. She looked over her shoulder at Colson as she went along, wishing she had stayed with him or convinced him to come with her.
You’ll see him after lunch, don’t be so clingy, she thought to herself.
Little did she know, Colson was also wishing for her company again. The next 45 minutes were going to be the longest of his life, he figured.
“Yo Kells!” Slim called as he ran across the field to his friend. “I figured you were out here. You missed half the day.”
“Yeah, time got away from me I guess,” Colson said with a shrug.
“So, what’s the new girl like? Is she all snobby and shit?”
Colson looked to where (Y/N) had been walking and shook his head. “No man, she’s much different than that. She’s...she’s amazing.”
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Imagine that Sasuke is having problems with his 'future alpha', he doesn't understand some dating methods and ends up 'reluctantly' going to ask Itachi's alpha.He just blushed saying 'I can't believe I'm doing this but I need some advice'.Itachi's alpha comes home late looking happy and Itachi holding his dog asking where he's been.
Anon: I think Sasuke would only start liking Itachi's alpha after they help him stand up to a bigger, stronger, more trained betas and/or Alphas. Because I don't see him as someone who might ask for help from anyone, and his brother's alpha somehow saw them bully him and push him around, so they tell him how to one up those annoying people. (Maybe buy him ice cream or something after). This young Sasuke vs Itachi's alpha thing should be a show, because I'd sell everything I own to watch it.
(Anon 1: This is a big brain idea, anon, thank you for your service 🤭 I changed it a little, how that's okay!)
(Anon 2: I think you're absolutely right that Itachi's alpha does something big for Sasuke when he's at a low point, and it ends up changing their relationship for the better in a lot of ways. I decided not to go with bullying though, because Sasuke seemed to fit this scenario moreso. Also, ahhh, I'm so happy you're liking this mini series!!!!! I'm having so much fun writing it and it fills me with joy that other people are enjoying it just as much!!!)
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Okay, so, Sasuke has never been the most intuitive when it comes to emotions. And he’s also never been great at acknowledging or learning about culture surround a/b/o dynamics because he’s always been adamant that he doesn’t care for it or need it.
But now Sasuke is starting to think that may have been a mistake. Because things are going wrong with this whole courting situation (that Sasuke still can’t believe is happening to him.)
Things were fine! But now the alpha courting him is getting colder and not wanting to train as much, and Sasuke doesn’t know what’s changed! He’s angry and upset about it.
He’s been brooding for about a week about the whole situation, but now he’s decided to ask someone for advice.
His friends are useless. His mother just laughed and told him it would work out if it was supposed to. Shisui is on a mission. He’d rather die than ask Kakashi sensei. So, unfortunately, he had to ask his brother, even though he was sure to get some embarrassing and invasive questioning from him. The sadist.
So, he goes to see his brother.
Who isn’t there.
His brother’s alpha tells him that Itachi is out with their pup all day running errands and taking him for his bi yearly check-ups. But Sasuke needs to know what’s going wrong and how to fix this now! He doesn't have time to wait for Itachi to be done with his stupid errands!
His brother’s alpha notices how tense he is and asks if he would like to stay for some tea, and Sasuke accepts before he thinks about what he's doing. Their relationship is much better nowadays but Sasuke can’t help but feel a little awkward around them still.
…
“Here,” they say, sliding two teacups onto the table. “You like green tea, right? It’s the only type we have in, you know what Itachi’s like with tea.”
“Green tea is fine,” Sasuke says politely if a little stiff.
His brother’s alpha sits down at the other side of the couch with their own tea, and the two sit in silence for a bit, each sipping their own tea
“Sasuke,” they say, shooting him a concerned look. “If you need me to go and get Itachi, I can. You don’t look well, he’ll come back in an instant if you ask him to.”
“No,” Sasuke answers quickly. “It’s fine… I…”
Here goes nothing.
“I’m just having a bit of trouble at the moments, is all, and…”
Itachi’s alpha nods, obviously listening intently with a look of concern on his face that is making this both harder and easier for Sasuke at the same time.
“Go on, Sasuke, I’m listening.”
“I’m sure Itachi told you about my… my er situation,” Sasuke starts, wishing he could punch himself in the face for phrasing it like that.
“That someone’s courting you?” they ask gently.
Sasuke only nods, face burning. He can’t count the number of times he’s told Itachi’s alpha to their face that he’d rather die than enter a courtship. This is so awkward, why is he doing this?
“Did they do something to make you uncomfortable, Sasuke?” they ask immediately after seeing his hesitance. “Because if they did, we can sort it out together okay? It’s not your fault.”
“No!” Sasuke immediately protests far louder than he intended too. “They didn’t… They didn’t do anything, I just… I think I did something wrong…”
Sasuke pretends to drink his tea to avoid having to elaborate any more, despite the fact that it’s still too hot.
“What did you do that was wrong?” they ask, voice still quiet and soothing and Sasuke hates how comforting he finds it. Like it or not, his instincts had branded Itachi’s alpha as ‘safe’ many years ago.
“I don’t know,” Sasuke admits, fiddling with the rim of his cup. “They seemed sad one day and I just thought they had a bad day or something, but now they’re… cold.”
“They aren’t behaving how they were behaving before?”
Sasuke shakes his head.
“Is it possible they have an issue at home or with some of their friends? It might be something in their personal life that's upsetting them.”
Sasuke shakes his head again.
“They seem fine when they’re with everyone else…” he admits. “It’s just me.”
Sasuke forces back the burn of tears he can feel behind his eyes. He will not cry. He won’t do it.
His brother’s alpha hums sadly.
“And you want to figure out what happened?” Sasuke nods. “Okay, why don’t you walk me through what happened on the days leading up to the mood change.”
And so Sasuke does.
He tells them all about how they would meet for training every day and Sasuke would bring two bento boxes for lunch, and then they would sometimes go shopping or go out to eat. Things he hasn’t told anyone about yet. And as he's talking, he really can't see what the problem is, everything seems fine! But maybe Itachi’s alpha might know some alpha thing that he doesn't. Sasuke can easily admit that it’s not his forte.
“I see,” Itachi’s alpha says after Sasuke had finished his story. Sasuke’s tea sits cold on the table next to his brother’s mate’s empty cup. “I think I know what happened.”
Sasuke looks up immediately. No way they’ve already figured it out that easily!
“They thought you were rejecting them,” Itachi’s alpha says simply.
“Wha- But…we spent everyday together! How could that be a rejection?!”
“When an alpha is courting an omega,” they start to explain. “They’re trying as hard as they can to prove to that omega that they can be a good mate.”
“I know that,” Sasuke snaps.
“Listen to me for a second, Sasuke," they softly reprimand. "So, when an alpha, particularly a younger one, is courting an omega, they are very sensitive to rejection, they look for it everywhere.”
“Why?” Sasuke asks, dumbfounded.
“Well, when I was courting your brother, we weren’t that much older than you are now, and I remember thinking that he was the most perfect person in the whole world,” their eyes take on a faraway look as they reminisce. “I was so sure that he must have had hundreds of alphas clawing for his attention every day, and so I was desperate to prove to him that I could be a good mate.
“With every gift, on every date, I would watch his reaction to everything, overanalysing every laugh and smile and frown. I loved him so much, but I couldn’t help but think that he would reject me at any moment. He was too good for me, and I knew that. It always felt like he was humouring me, especially at first.”
“That’s stupid.”
“Yeah,” they laugh, unoffended by Sasuke’s harsh tone. “Looking back, I guess it was, but what I’m trying to tell you, is that I can see how some of your actions could have been taken as rejection by a young alpha who was expecting to be rejected.”
“But…” Sasuke says, looking lost. “I didn’t want to reject them, I don’t understand.”
“Here,” they continue patiently. “Let me explain it to you like this. When you went out to eat, you paid for yourself even though they offered, right? Because you didn't want to burden them?"
“Yeah,” Sasuke trails off, unsure what that has to do with anything.
“But to a young, hormonal alpha, you’re basically telling them that you don’t trust them to provide for you, the one thing they are trying most to convince you."
“But I wasn’t-“ Sasuke protests.
“I know you weren’t,” they reassure him. “But that’s the sort of thing that will run through an alpha’s head at that age when courting. Also, you told them you wanted to train with them because you thought they were strong because you wanted to compliment them, right?”
Sasuke blushes but nods.
“And that’s great to start with, but eventually they would probably start to wonder why you wouldn’t want to train just to spend time with them. And you also told them that you had plenty of leftovers to make their lunch with so that they wouldn’t feel like they were burdening you, right? But that just made them feel like you weren’t going out of your way to do something special for them, even though you were. Do you see what I mean now?”
Sasuke blinks, rapidly trying to wrap his head around all this new information.
“And I also have a guess as to what pushed them over the edge into thinking you were rejecting them.”
“What is it?” Sasuke demands. “Tell me.”
“Did they make that scarf for you by hand, Sasuke?”
“Yes,” says Sasuke hesitantly.
“And they scented it?”
Sasuke nods affirmative.
“Did you give anything back?”
“I… Just said thank you… is that not right?”
Itachi’s alpha shakes their head with a patient smile.
“A handmade and scented gift is the most important and meaningful courting gift that there is, Sasuke,” they explain. “It’s what you give to someone to ask them if they want to move from courting to something more serious, to intended mates.”
Sasuke blushes and feels some panic rising in his chest.
“I didn’t know!” he blurts, feeling the need to explain himself.
“I know,” they rush to reassure him. “But the etiquette dictates that the omega, if they wish to move onto that stage, gives the alpha a handmade and scented gift in return, no later than a week after the original gift was given. They must have been very nervous waiting for you, and very upset when you didn’t even let them down softly.”
“It’s been two weeks,” Sasuke whispers, mortified that he had missed something he should have known. This makes so much sense. The sudden depression, the awkwardness at training, the nerves after they had given him the scarf. He’s such an idiot. Against his will, Sasuke starts to feel tears burning at his eyes again. He messed everything up!
“Oh, Sasuke,” they say, scooting closer to him. They hesitantly lay a hand on his leg, and Sasuke makes no move to push them off. “It’s alright, you can fix it.”
“How?” he sniffs, furiously wiping away any tears that manage to escape. “They probably hate me now.”
“Come here,” they say, pulling him into a hug. And for the first time ever, Sasuke accepts a hug from his brother’s alpha.
“It’s alright,” they soothe. “We can fix this, I’ll help you.”
“What can I do?” he questions, feeling miserable.
“You need to make them something and scent it. Then you can explain what happened afterwards, but the gift should go a long way in smoothing over any ruffled feathers. I can help you make something, what do you want to make?”
Sasuke shrugs, still resting his head on his brother’s alpha’s shoulder.
“How about some cupcakes? Itachi and I were planning on doing some baking with the pup tomorrow, so I have all the supplies. And I’m sure we have some ribbon lying around, you can scent the ribbon and use it to tie up the box, how does that sound?”
“But what will you use tomorrow?” Sasuke asks, feeling a little better, but still red in the face.
“I can buy more, Sasuke, don’t worry, but this is a courting emergency, so we have to do it now, okay?”
“Okay.”
…
Itachi comes back from his errands just in time to watch his mate helping his little brother tie a ribbon around a box of cupcakes. The kitchen is covered in baking supplies and empty bowls of batter.
Did they bake cupcakes together?
Itachi can’t believe it. He had been trying to get them to get along better for years.
When Sasuke sees him standing in the door, he blushes and, holding the box of cupcakes to his chest, pushes past him and out the door with a quick nothing more than a quick and murmured greeting.
His pup wiggles in his arms and demands to be put down. He obliges and they immediately run to his alpha for a hug.
“Hey there, buddy, have a good day?”
“It was boring,” they complain. “And the mednin had cold fingers.”
Itachi’s alpha laughs.
“Well, I know something that might make you feel better,” they tease.
“What?! What?!”
“Uncle Sasuke made you something very special,” they say, bringing down a spare cupcake from on top of the counter, iced in his pup's favourite colour. The way his pup’s eyes widen at the sight of it, makes Itachi smile. “You can have it after dinner, okay, and next time we see uncle Sasuke we have to remember to say thank you.”
Itachi watches in amusement as his pup nods furiously and immediately runs off to go wash up for dinner, despite the fact that Itachi hasn’t even started cooking it yet.
“Did you and Sasuke bake together?” Itachi asks, still unbelieving of what he had seen.
You smile, understanding how crazy that must have been for Itachi to walk in on.
“Yes, we… had a little bonding session,” they say. “I’ll tell you about it later, I promise.”
Itachi accepts the answer despite his curiosity and joins his alpha is cleaning the kitchen so that he can start cooking dinner.
And if both of them were smiling too much, well, neither of them brought it up.
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