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callofdutyma · 1 year ago

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Haitani Brothers x Fem Reader

warning— pretty vulgar

You were Ran's girlfriend until your parents forced you to break up with him almost three months ago. Now, you're almost done with high school, and then the real hell begins. Your parents have always controlled your life, including who you date. You'll have to go to the university your parents picked, and follow the career path they picked. But that's not the life you want, is it? You want adventure and danger. You want to feel the adrenaline of living life on the edge again. You miss the thrill of being with Ran, the way he made you feel, and all the dangerous and fun times you spent together with him and his brother. It made you feel alive.

Even though you were Ran's girlfriend, Rindou loved you too. You met both of them at the same time, and they quickly became the closest people in your life because they understood you. They knew how your parents would always make your decisions, and they knew you hated the boring life they'd force you to live, always sticking to the rules and following their orders. Ran and Rindou would always take you out to have fun and cause trouble, and you always had such a great time with them. They loved seeing you have fun, and watching your expression change after your parents were pissing you off. They were your best friends, then Ran confessed his feelings to you one day, and Rindou missed his chance. He wishes he would've told you how he felt sooner, but he respected that his brother got to you first. You knew that Rindou was in love with you, and so did Ran. But the brothers respected each other and wouldn't interfere if one of them ended up with the girl they loved. They have a strong brotherly bond, and they love and respect each other too much to let their feelings for you get in the way. Even though they both had feelings for you, they would be happy for the other if one of them ended up with the girl they loved, and they would always support each other no matter what.

It's been almost three months since you broke up with Ran. Today, you're on a date with your new boyfriend who you‘ve been seeing for a month now.

Ran leans against his motorcycle in the coffee shop parking lot, sipping his coffee when he notices you. His eyes widen as he sees the girl he never stopped being madly in love with, the girl whose virginity he took, walking hand in hand with some new guy. This, this made him boil with rage, and it's all because you decided to go on a date with another person. He still loved you, and he thought that the two of you were meant to be together.

Ran couldn’t take it. He couldn’t hold it. So, he chugs his coffee and chucks the empty cup in the trash can before he storms towards you, his fists clenching and his eyes wide.

Your eyes widen with surprise and confusion as Ran suddenly appears in front of you, blocking your path. You're taken aback by his sudden appearance and don't know what to say. You look at him, and your facial expression is a mix of surprise, confusion, and a little bit of fear. “Ran? What are you doing?”

Ran’s fists are still clenched. He looks at you in disbelief, he’s fuming. “What am I doing?” He lets out a frustrated chuckle. “You're the one who's currently on a date with someone else. You think I’ll take that lightly?”

Your eyes narrow as you listen to Ran's words. “Ran, we broke up.”

Ran let out another chuckle that was tinged with frustration, like he was trying to keep his cool as he would glance at the guy you were still holding hands with, which made the guy remain quiet. He could tell Ran isn’t the kind of guy he’d wanna mess with, so he lets you two talk without saying anything. “Y/n,” Ran looks back at you, “we were meant to be together. The two of us were going to be happy together, we were meant to be end game.”

You sigh, feeling mentally exhausted. “Ran, I told you I needed to focus on my life. Your delinquency and all that was just too much for me to deal with every day. I was sick of it. This guy is a classmate of mine and he shares the same interests as me.” You lie, you have no feelings at all for this guy, he’s boring, and too much of a goody-goody. The only thing you have in common with this guy is the university and career path you’re taking, which wasn’t even your choice.

“Too much for you?!” Ran clenches his fists tighter. “You're nothing but a liar, y/n. You were never meant to be with this classmate of yours, this guy is nothing but a nobody to you. He's not me. I am the only one who understands you.”

Your eyes dart to the ground, unable to meet Ran's gaze because then he’ll realize he’s right, and you know he's right. But you had to do it, you had to break up with him, because of your parents. “Ran, it’s over. I broke up with you months ago.”

“Y/n.” Ran says, looking down at your face that refuses to meet his gaze. “It will never be over. Your boyfriend? He'll never be like me. Never. He will only drag you down as a person, he will only make your life worse. He's not who you need, he's not who YOU deserve.” Ran grits his teeth. “You deserve me, you know this.”

You sigh deeply as your eyes look up to finally meet his gaze. “Ran please, don’t do this.” You say before you turn your head toward your boyfriend, “I need to talk to Ran alone, can I call you later?”

Your boyfriend nods and smiles genuinely, before letting go of your hand and walking home. You turn your head to look at Ran once again, “please, stop.” You continue.

“I will do everything to get you back, y/n.” Ran says as he steps closer to you, his two-toned braids moving slightly. “You don't belong with that guy, you belong to me.”

You take a deep breath and then exhale. “Not anymore Ran. I told you, I gotta do what’s best for me. You’re a bad influence on my straight and narrow life.”

“If I remember correctly, your life back then when with me wasn't so bad. I made your life memorable. I made your life interesting.” Ran smirks. “Now look at you. What life do you have now?”

You don’t respond to that, you just turn your gaze back onto the ground. You hate your life now, you hate it so damn much. It’s boring and it’s suffocating. Like a prison.

“Your life is boring now.” Ran answers for you. “All you do is wake up, go to school, then sleep. No one understands you, no one makes you excited. No one is as cool as me.” He says, still staring at your face. “You don't have that adrenaline rush that I gave you.”

You know he's right, so you stay silent, still avoiding his gaze. Ran takes note of the fact you can't answer him, and then he smirks again as if he knew that he's saying all the right words to hit you with a reality check. “You miss the adrenaline, don't you?”

“Stop it Ran! Just stop!” You say it with a hint of desperation in your voice, your eyes pleading for Ran to stop as they meet his gaze once again.

“I bet that when you're with your boyfriend, the feeling isn't there.” He continues to smirk. “You felt something when you were with me.”

You clench your jaw. Everything he says is true, it’s pointless to even deny a word he says, because he knows you better than anyone. “Ran, I just can’t. My parents don’t want me to stray from my path. There’s nothing I can do about it.”

Ran narrows his eyes. “I knew it, I knew you broke up with me because of your parents. I fuckin’ knew it.” He says, his voice tinged with frustration. “Your parents don't understand you. So they forced that decision onto you.” He then smirks once again. “Do you think that guy understands you?”

You don’t respond to that, and Ran takes another step closer. “No, he doesn't.” Ran answers for you. “You're only with him to prove to your parents that you've changed. But you haven't.”

“Ran please, don’t do this.” You plead, your breaths becoming heavy at how close he is to you. “I have to follow the path that’s been laid out for me. It’s my only choice.”

“No, that's not your only choice y/n. You can be with me. You can be with the man you love. The bad boy that's got a soft spot for you.” He grins. “Come back to me y/n.”

“I can’t Ran.” You say, your voice quiet.

“Y/n, you miss me, don't you?” He mutters, he’s so close that you can feel his body heat, and the familiar scent of his cologne mixed with his natural man-musk fills your nostrils.

“Please, don’t do this.” You plead, your breaths becoming heavier as your body temperature rises, but you try to push your feelings down.

“Y/n, you miss the adrenaline.” Ran says, his voice quiet as he takes another step closer, his body not even an inch away from touching yours as he looks down at you with those downturned eyes and penetrating gaze. “You miss the bad boy that once made your heart beat rapidly. You can't deny that.”

You can’t, you can even feel it now, that familiar feeling of fiery passion that made you crave him, made you love every fibre of his being, made you wanna get inside of his skin so you wouldn’t have to be apart for even a second. His love consumed you, and it made you feel so alive. “Ran, stop. Please.” You entreat, your voice just above a whisper.

“You still want me, don't you?” Ran smirks at you. “I know this, I know you better than anyone.”

“Please, don’t.” You murmur, your breaths continuing to come in heavy.

“Tell me you don't miss me.” He says, glancing at the way your chest rises and falls with your heavy breaths. “Tell me that you're happy right now with your boring life and your uninteresting boyfriend.”

You can’t respond. You just quietly continue to return his gaze. “That's what I thought.” Ran chuckles. “You're just lying to yourself. You still want me, y/n. You know that we're soul mates.”

“Fine. You’re right. You’re always right. But it doesn’t change anything. I just can’t. My parents would kick me out.” You say with a quiet and resigned tone.

“You're 18, y/n, you can make your own decisions.” Ran then smirks. “You don't have to listen to what your parents tell you. Because I know it's not what you want. You don't want to go down this path, the path that was chosen for you. You want to go down the path with me.”

You sigh deeply, “if I don’t follow their rules, they’ll kick me out.”

“You could always live with me.” Ran suggests, giving you a passionate look that captivates you. “You wouldn’t have to worry about your parents anymore.”

You raise an eyebrow, “you mean live with you and Rindou?”

“Why not? It's better than living with your overbearing parents.” Ran smirks once again, “who knows, maybe he could be our third?”

“Don’t even joke about that.” You laugh. “You know how mad I got the last time you asked if you could share me with your brother.”

“Mad? You were blushing like crazy when I asked you that. I thought you were actually excited about it.” Ran chuckles. “It was actually pretty cute.”

You scoff, your face flushing. “Hey! I was not blushing.” You deny, but it’s true, you definitely were.

Ran continues to smirk, he likes how you try to deny what's true when he clearly knows the difference. “Let me ask you this. Is that boyfriend of yours more manly than me? Is he better than me? Is he cuter than me?”

You take a deep breath and then exhale before you answer. “You know he isn’t.”

“Exactly. You know that you want to be with me, but you're forcing yourself to date this boring, uninteresting, and bland guy who doesn't know what you want.” Ran says, his penetrating gaze still fixed on you.

“I know that. I know.” You say, your voice quiet and acquiescent.

Ran grins widely, leaning his lips close to your ear. “What are you waiting for then?” He says, his voice just above a whisper. “Be with me now. Forget your parents. Forget about everything else. You only need me, y/n.”

Your breathing is frantic, and your heart is racing at his words as you gaze into his downturned eyes. “You want this, y/n,” Ran adds as he takes your chin in between his thumb and index finger. “I know you do. So say yes. Say yes and forget about everything other than me.”

“Would Rindou have a problem with me living there too?” You ask, wondering if it would really be okay for you to just move in out of nowhere, especially after not talking to either of them in months.

“Do you really think that Rindou will be bothered by you living with him?” Ran smirks. “Besides, the more the merrier, right? You'll have two amazing, funny, handsome, and charming men to be with. Wouldn't that be ideal?”

You squint your eyes skeptically at him. “Why do you keep joking about sharing me with your brother?”

“Because I actually like the idea.” Ran says, still smirking widely. “Two bad boys, both in love with you. That doesn't sound bad, does it? And who knows, if you're lucky, maybe the two of us would fight over you.”

You shake your head with closed eyes, “you’re something else, y’know that?”

Ran continues to grin, “so, is it a yes? Or are you so set on the idea that you want to live up to your parents' ideals?”

You nod disagreeably, “no. I don’t want to follow their stupid plan anymore. I wanna come with you. I wanna be with you.”

“That's my girl.” Ran says, his smirk still accompanying his face.

“Take me to my house to pack? And be ready to face my father.” It’s only your dad home right now, so you’ll only have to deal with one parent trying to stop you, thankfully.

“Oh, he’s gonna hate this.” Ran chuckles as he takes your hand in his. “Especially since it’s me. Are you ready?”

You smile, “more than ready.” Ran leads you to his motorcycle which is still parked in the parking lot of the coffee shop. Ran steps over the motorcycle and sits down, he reaches down to lift the kickstand before he puts the keys in the ignition and turns it on. You climb on the back of the bike and wrap your arms around his waist, feeling the muscles in his back tense as he revs the engine. The sound of the motorcycle fills your ears as you speed off, the wind whipping through your hair.

When you finally arrive, Ran pulls over and turns off the ignition. He leans over to put down the kickstand with his heel before stepping off the bike. He turns to you and holds out his hand, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. You take his hand, and you both walk up to your door and go inside. Your dad's expression turns to disgust immediately when he notices who you’re with.

You and Ran walk past your dad with his hand still in yours, heading to your room to start packing. Your dad follows, ready to give you shit for being with Ran, and then he sees you start packing a bag. “Where do you think you're going, young lady?” He asks sternly.

“I’m going to live with Ran, I’m done following your rules and the stupid life plan.” You say, your tone resolute.

Your fathers face contorts with anger, “you’re going with him? He will never give you anything except for a bad future. You should be with a guy who's more respectable and someone who your mother and I would approve of.”

Ran narrows his eyes at your father, “your daughter isn't a kid, you can't control her forever. Plus, I will take care of her.”

Your dad chuckles at Ran's audacity and smirks. “You can't talk to me like that, boy.”

Ran laughs, unbothered by his statement. “Your daughter seems to like me, and your input is not important to me.”

You continue packing, hastily grabbing clothes and stuffing them in your bag, and also making sure to grab all the important things you'll need to take with you.

Ran looks at you with a smirk. “Ready to move in with me?” He asks, adding fuel to the fire. Trying to piss your father off even more.

Your father snickers. “You're funny, boy, but not funny enough. No daughter of mine will end up with a punk like you.” He says. “She's going to listen to me.”

“And who says that your daughter will listen to you?” Ran glances at you, his smirk still there and his expression cocky. “She's with me now, old man. You have zero control over her.”

“Don't you dare talk to me like tha-” Your dad is cut off by your voice, which becomes stern as you shout, “you can't force me anymore, I'm an adult! I'm going to live with Ran and you can't do anything about it.”

Ran’s smirk grows wider. “See, old man?”

Your father's expression becomes even angrier. “So you're just going to listen to that thug over us? The people that care about you?”

“Ran cares about me. He loves me.” You snap back.

Ran chuckles at that. “Well said, y/n.”

Your dad glares at Ran, his fury on the verge of erupting. “Ran makes me happy. I want him, and you’re not gonna keep me from him any longer.” You add.

Your dad’s now about to blow a fuse. He takes a deep breath, calming himself down. “If you think that this boy is able to give you love, then you need a reality check. He'll only break your heart.”

Ran scoffs, “if you think that I will break y/n’s heart then you’re the one who needs a reality check, old man.”

Your dad continues to glare at Ran, “do you really expect me to believe that a delinquent, a member of a gang, is going to make my daughter happy? Do you think I will let you, a punk, and a street rat have my daughter?”

Your dad now starts walking over to you as you continue to pack. “He's only going to bring you sorrow, y/n. Don't you dare follow this path that will lead you into destruction and ruin. Stay with us, your family, your home.” Your dad says, before he puts his arm protectively around you.

“Dad, I love him.” Your voice is firm, but your eyes start to water.

“Y/n, dear.” Your father's tone is softened as he speaks, as if to comfort you. But his demeanour stays strict and hard. “We can't let this boy get a hold of you. Don't you understand what he truly is? Someone who lives in violence, who is part of a gang. He is not a good person.”

“You don't get it, Dad, I don't care that Ran is a delinquent, I don't care if he's part of a gang. He gives me something no other man could ever give to me. I love him.” Your voice is still stern, you wanna get your point across. “You can't change my mind, Dad.”

Ran smiles at your words, then decides to butt in. “Oh, come on now. You think you’re gonna keep my girl stuck in your prison of a household? You think that’s the best for her? Because if so, you're way mistaken. I’m her soulmate, she wants to be with me. I will love her and care for her way more than you ever will. Let her be happy for once, old man.”

Your dad stares at Ran, his expression turning cold once more as he takes a deep breath. “She will not be going with you.”

Your eyes narrow, “dad-”

“No.” Your dad interrupts. “We'll not be discussing this any longer.” He says, before his eyes turn from you, then back to Ran. “She's not going with you, you punk.”

Ran steps closer to your dad. “And who's going to stop her?” He leans closer, now glaring down at your dad. “I'm the guy she loves, and she's coming with me. There's nothing you can do.” He smirks as he stands upright. “Y/n, come on. Time for us to go, my love.”

You finish packing and you begin walking out, but your dad steps in front of you. “Stop right there, young lady. You are not going with this punk.”

Ran steps closer, “back off, old man. Before you get hurt.”

“Dad, let me go. I'm not staying here anymore, Ran is my boyfriend. I love him, there's nothing you can do about that. So, move.”

Your dad is looking annoyed at Ran's behaviour. You however, is now looking at Ran with a smile.

Ran returns your gaze and smile with smug confidence. Your dad's glare is still stern as he faces Ran. “Look kid, you're only making things worse for yourself. I don't know what world you live in, but a guy like you won't make y/n happy.”

“Dad, I love him. Please, just let me be with him.” You say, before you try stepping around your father.

Your dad grabs you by the arm. “Absolutely not.” Ran doesn't like this, and he gets slightly more heated. He smirks and steps in between you and your dad. “Don't touch her, old man.” He says with a stern gaze. “I know what's best for her, and so does she.”

You try pulling your arm out of your dad's grasp. “Let go of me.”

“And who are you to tell me what's best for her?” Your dad asks Ran angrily. He still didn't let go of your arm. “I know what's best for her. I will not have her go on a path of destruction with you.”

You try harder to get out of your dad's grip. “I want to be with Ran. You and mom have never been supportive of me, let go of me right now!”

“Y/n, be realistic. You can't possibly think this punk will be able to give you a better life.”

“He will, because I enjoy being with him!” You yell.

Your dad scoffs. “This guy is an outlaw, a gang member, a member of one of the largest gangs in Yokohama. He’ll probably get you killed one day!”

Ran narrows his eyes, that statement really pissed him off. He pushes your dad out of the way, which causes your dad to hit up against the wall. Ran grabs your wrist hard and pulls you, “y/n, let's go.” Ran drags you out of the house and back to his motorcycle. He forcefully sits you down on the bike. You follow suit, bringing your other leg over the seat. Ran gets on and quickly starts up the bike.

Your dad comes running out, but before he could get close, Ran just takes off. Your dad stares at the two of you driving off. “Y/n! You stupid girl!” He yells.

Ran glances back at your dad as he continues driving. “Looks like you pissed him off, love.”

You laugh and shrug, “all well.” As you both ride through the busy streets of Yokohama, your expression turns to a soft smile.

“Do you feel better now? No longer being imprisoned by your parents’ rules and life plan.” Ran asks as he reaches behind him, placing a hand on your thigh to caress it as he glances at you in the mirror for a moment. You nod, “much better.”

“Glad to hear it.” Ran continues driving until you arrive at his place. “Home sweet home.” He says with a smirk. Ran picks you up and carries you inside bridal style.

Rindou's eyes widen and his body shoots up from he couch he was laying on when he sees you. He jumps off the couch and rushes over to the both of you, somewhat blushing over Ran carrying you in his arms. “Y/n?!”

You look toward Rindou, “what’s up bud? You look excited to see me.” You say with a slight smirk.

Ran chuckles. “He's probably wondering what it feels like to touch your smooth skin.” He says to you.

Rindou blushes even more. "I was surprised to see you back with my brother.”

You smile, “well I am.”

Ran brings you to the couch and sits down, still holding you bridal style on his lap. Rindou follows you both over to the couch and sits down beside.

“He's still after you, y’know.” Ran chuckles.

You look at Rindou. “Still pining after me, huh?” You tease.

“Maybe I am.” Rindou says seriously, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

Ran kisses you on the cheek, before he reaches out and grabs the bottle of whiskey that’s on the end table. He untwists the cap and takes a swig of the alcohol, then he offers the bottle to you, “lets celebrate your first day of freedom, yeah?”

You smirk and take the bottle, bringing the top to your lips. As you take a swig, you can feel the liquid slide down your throat, the warmth spreading through your chest. The whiskey's flavour lingers on your tongue, and you can feel the burn of the alcohol as it goes down. You pass the bottle back to Ran, who offers it up to Rindou. Rindou takes the bottle from Ran and takes a long swig, before passing it back to Ran, who takes another drink.

“So, Rindou. Ran decided to let me live with you guys.” You insert, and Ran passes you the bottle again.

Rindou looks surprised, as if he wasn't expecting to hear that. “What?! You're living with us? You're not staying with your family?”

You take another swig, letting out a slight cough before you speak. “No, I don't think I want to live with the people who never let me do the things that I want. I'm tired of following their rules, I just want to live with the two of you and not have to worry about all the expectations my parents have.”

Rindou raises an eyebrow with a slight smirk, “what will your parents think of this?”

“I already told them, they aren't happy. They're probably going to try to make me come back tomorrow.” You say, passing the bottle to Rindou.

“Don't worry about that, if they do that, I'll just let them have a piece of me.” Ran inserts.

Rindou takes the bottle from you and takes another swig before replying. “You’re sure about this?” He says, before passing the bottle back to Ran who takes another sip.

“I am.” You say, your tone resolute.

“Is that so?” Rindou smirks. “Well, glad to have you here.” Rindou says in flirtatious tone.

You nod with a smile, and Ran passes you the bottle once again. “Oh wow, sounds like you're trying to make a move on my girl, Rindou.” Ran grins. You take another swig of the alcohol before passing it back to Rindou.

“Maybe I am.” Rindou says, taking the bottle from you while meeting your gaze.

“Maybe you are? Wait, are you? If you are, you've got some balls to do such a thing.” You laugh.

Ran chuckles, and Rindou takes another sip before responding. “You're right, I do have some guts to flirt with the girl who is my brother's girlfriend.” He says, then speaks to Ran as he passes the bottle back to him. “Though, that doesn't mean I'd ever give up. Ran.” He smirks.

“You're still crushing on her, huh?” Ran asks, his lips curled upward into a slight smile as he takes another sip of whiskey, then passes the bottle to you once again.

“I'm still crushing on her.” He answers.

You take a swig and then shake your head, “Rindou, you're such an idiot for liking your brother's girlfriend.” You say, then you pass Rindou the bottle.

Ran chuckles, “she’s right, why would you have a crush on someone who is taken? Why not another girl instead?” He says.

“Because you took her. You took my chance at her. You took one of the sweetest girls in this entire world. And now she's yours and not mine, I can never kiss her, I can never hug her, I can never do anything that I want with her.” Rindou says, before taking a really long swig of whiskey this time.

You look at Rindou with a slight smile, now starting to feel the affects of the alcohol, bringing about your playful side further. “Oh, so you’ve been longing to kiss me, huh Rindou?”

Rindou blushes as he passes the bottle back to Ran, his eyes still fixed on you. “Yeah, for a while now, I've been longing to kiss you. For years I’ve been thinking of kissing you and doing all the couple activities with you, but oh well.”

Ran takes the bottle with a grin before laughing. “Damn, you really did want a taste of my girl, huh, Rindou?” He takes another drink and then passes the bottle back to you. You take another sip with a smile, amused by this conversation.

Rindou smirks. “Heh, I may have dreamt of it, once or twice.”

You’re now giggling. “You dreamt of it?” You ask in a soft but teasing tone. “Tell me more about your dreams.” You say as you pass the bottle to him with a coy smile. Ran’s giggling as well, he seems entertained by this conversation too.

“What? You wanna know about my dreams of you and me?” He chuckles as he takes the bottle from you.

“Yes, I do. Tell me more.” You say, your lips still curled upward into a smile.

“This is turning spicy all of a sudden.” Ran says quietly, his voice tinged with amusement.

Rindou takes in a long sip before speaking. “Well, I don't want to startle you with them. They're kinda… dirty.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Startle me? Now you're making me even more curious. Please, do tell. Tell me everything.” You grin.

Rindou passes the bottle back to Ran, his eyes still on you. “Are you sure?”

You nod, “I am very much so sure.”

Ran takes another swig from the bottle. “Do it! Let's see where this goes.” He grins, then passes the bottle back to you.

Rindou smirks, “okay fine. In my dream…” He pauses for a moment, “you were, in my bed. Naked of course.”

You raise an eyebrow and take a sip before you speak. “And what were we doing?” You ask, now passing the bottle back to Rindou, a grin still plastered on your face.

Ran smirks as this whole conversation is entertaining him. Rindou takes in a long sip of the whiskey, then passes it back to Ran before he speaks. “Well, I fucked you good, obviously.” He says smugly.

You feel heat rush to your groin, and a tingle shoot down your spine at his words. You take a deep breath, then exhale, “what else happened?”

Ran laughs out loud with his head tilted back, he’s so invested. He takes another swig of the whiskey, then hands the bottle to you once again.

“I made you cum so many times you lost count of how many.” Rindou answers.

Your body flushes with heat and you could feel yourself getting wet, and the effects the alcohol were having on you definitely weren’t helping. After you finish another sip, you pass the bottle back to Rindou before placing your legs over his as you continue to lay over Ran’s lap, your head resting against the armrest. “Are you sure that’s all? Nothing you’re leaving out?” You chuckle.

“Oooh, someone's getting a touch of the feelings now aren't we? I like the tension between you two.” Ran smirks.

Rindou takes the bottle and grins. “Fine, I may have left out a few details.”

You raise an eyebrow, “oh yeah? Like what?”

“Well, let’s just say I ate the fuck outta you.” Rindou answers before taking another swig, his eyes still fixed on you.

You couldn’t help but feel yourself get wetter at his words, and you shift your body slightly.

“Ooooh, Rindou, you're a pervert aren't you?” Ran teases.

Rindou rolls his eyes at Ran and passes the bottle back to him, not even responding to that statement. You sit up as you’re on Ran’s lap and reach over to Rindou’s thigh, as if testing the waters. The alcohol clearly got you. You glance at Ran for a moment, taking into account that he isn’t objecting. You now move from Ran’s lap to Rindou’s, only straddling him.

Rindou's eyes widen. “Holy shit?!” He thought.

Ran smirks as he sees you straddling Rindou. He now feels a little giddy and excited to see where this goes. You smile widely as you lean your face in closer to Rindou’s, and you lightly sway your lower body against him.

Ran is grinning widely. “Ooooh, this is getting good.” He says to himself, before taking in another sip of the whiskey.

Rindou gulps hard as he feels you brush your lower body against him and place your arms on his shoulders. Rindou’s chest starts to rise and fall rapidly, his breathing heavy as his heart begins to race.

You look at Ran as he sips on the whiskey, before looking back at Rindou. You bring your face closer to Rindou's and lean in close to his lips. Then you place your lips on his softly. The moment Rindou had always wanted has come, he’s finally getting to feel what it’s like to touch his brothers girl who he’s been in love with for so long. Rindou felt his heart in his throat as he felt your lips press against his own. He places his hands on your hips, pulling you against him in an attempt to feel you on a more intimate level. He's never felt this excited with someone before. Never felt this warm with anyone before. He didn't want your lips to part, it felt so right.

You moan into the kiss and run your hands over his upper body, feeling up his chest and arm muscles. Rindou couldn't contain himself anymore. He wanted to feel more of you. He couldn't stop himself from deepening the kiss. You moan softly against his lips as you feel Rindou's grip tighten on you.

Ran chuckles amusedly as he continues to sip on the whiskey and watch. You continue to moan and squirm, you’re really feeling the kiss as you press yourself against Rindou. Rindou slowly picks you up for a moment, his lips still on yours as he lays you on the couch on your back, your head on the armrest. He then lays over you, pressing his lower body against you as you both continue making out. Rindou’s hand slowly caresses your cheek and your hair, as he looks down at you, his breaths hot and heavy. Rindou now speaks with a husky voice, “you’re really beautiful, y/n. I want you so, so badly.” He says before kissing you again.

You moan into the kiss before responding, “then take me.” You say before kissing him again.

Ran gasps as he hears you say the magic words. “Oh, my my.” He mutters while smiling widely, the bottle of whiskey in his hand, bottom of it rested on his thigh as he watches. Rindou continues to kiss you, before answering back, his voice just above a whisper. “Is that something you really want, sweetheart?” He asks before kissing you again. You pause for a second and look at Ran to ask for permission, “is that fine by you Ran?”

Ran smirks from the corner of the couch the three of you are on. “Do you think I'm going to object to my brother being intimate with my girl?” He asks rhetorically with a smug grin as he takes another sip of whiskey.

“Well, if you’re okay with it.” You say, before meeting Rindou’s gaze once again. “There you go, Ran’s fine with it. So, why not have some fun?” You grin.

Rindou smirks at you, he’s finally, finally getting his chance with you after it’s all he’s been wanting for so long. “I've been holding myself back for so long, but not...” He trials off with a deep breath, “not anymore.” He speaks with a husky tone. Rindou now reaches his hands under your shirt as he presses his lips hard against yours. You slowly move your hands over his back and wrap your legs around his waist, pulling his lower body even firmer against yours. Your breaths are becoming more audible and loud with Rindou’s, as your heart is beating hard and fast now. The pleasure and the passion is intense. Rindou now pulls your shirt off, revealing your upper body and bra. Rindou licks his lips at the sight, before he slides his hands underneath your back. You slightly lift your body, letting him undo your bra. He pulls it off and chucks it aside. You now feel his hands hungrily explore your body, before you reach out and pull his shirt off of him. He's very fit and muscular like Ran, and the tattoo that matches with Ran’s stretches over the right side of his body. Both you and Rindou can feel the intensity building between the two of you. You continue to kiss Rindou while feeling his body up, you can't help but feel excited for what's to come. “Mm, Rin.” You moan in a soft and quiet voice. Rindou chuckles at the nickname you would always use, now being moaned. Ran just smirks and watches with a smug face like a voyeur as you moan Rindou's name.

“I want you, Rindou.” You say in a hushed and needy voice while your hands continue to feel him up, your fingers brushing along his abs. Rindou groans and bites his lower lip, hearing the words he’s been longing to hear his brothers girl say for so long. “Fuck.” He mutters, his breaths still hot and heavy as he reaches down to the waistband of his pants, quickly pulling them down and then shifting his body weight slightly to take them off. He throws them aside and then quickly does the same with his boxers, now revealing his hard, hurting length. Rindou grabs onto your pants and aggressively pulls them off, followed by your panties. Both of you are now fully exposed, your naked body's touching. Your hand goes to Rindou's throbbing shaft, and he lets out a deep moan. Rindou’s hands are now all over you, feeling up every inch of your soft skin. You continue to rub him and moan softly as Rindou’s hands caress you all over. Ran continues to watch from the corner of the couch, and now feeling a little excited over the events before him.

Rindou is enjoying the feeling of your hands on him, he can feel his lower part getting harder with every touch. He places his hand on your leg and slowly starts to inch it up to your pussy. When his fingers meet your clit, you gasp and moan. “Mmm, Rin.” Your voice is filled with pleasure and your body starts to quiver slightly from the feeling. “Fuck y/n.” Rindou groans, and his fingers now slowly slide into your entrance, making him groan again as his arousal grows. You moan loudly in response to the feeling of Rindou’s fingers, and Ran continues to watch with a smirk, getting all hot and bothered by this whole thing. Your whole body is quivering from pleasure now, and Rindou’s really enjoying this. “God, you're so damn beautiful.” He mutters with a husky voice. You cant help but sustain loud moans and squirm as your body continues to tremble from Rindou’s fingers working your entrance. “She seems to be enjoying it, Ran.” Rindou says with a sly voice and a chuckle.

Ran smirks. “Oh, for sure she is. Keep doing a good job Rindou.” Ran says in his authoritative big-brotherly tone.

Your moans begin to get louder as you now feel Rindou seek out your g-spot and start giving taps to it directly. Your eyes widen, “Rin!” You moan. Rindou lets out a low growl, he can’t hold back any longer. He abruptly pulls his fingers out of you and grabs his hurting and swollen length, quickly positioning the tip to your entrance and sliding himself inside until he bottoms out. Ran lets out a low groan as he watches Rindou take you fully, and his eyes widen. “My god.” He says with a husky voice. Your moans turn more extreme as you feel Rindou start thrusting. You can’t help but lose yourself in the pleasure. “Mmm, Rin…” You moan again. Rindou continues to take you to a whole new high, your body is shaking with pleasure. You feel your mind being drowned in a sea of euphoria. You start to grab onto Rindou's back, digging your nails in his skin while moaning his name loud enough to where even the neighbours could probably hear. Rindou moans and bites his lower lip. “Y/n…” He says in a breathy voice. The whole sight before Ran's eyes is turning him more and more on by the second. He places the whiskey bottle down on the end table and starts gripping the armrest with his hand. Rindou begins to speed up his thrusts, making sure to hit as deep as possible with each one. “Nngh, Rin!” You yell.

Ran is now feeling very hot, his heart beating fast and his breath getting heavier with every passing second at the sight before him. The passion is driving you and Rindou wild with desire and lust, and Rindou smiles as he watches your beautiful face radiating pure pleasure. You continue to let out loud moans, and Rindou speeds up his pace even more. Ran gulps hard at the sight in front of him. “My god...” He mumbles to himself as he feels his arousal growing.

Your whole body is twitching now as you continue to feel Rindou inside of you. Your eyes start rolling back, the pleasure becoming too much for you to handle. “Yes... yes!” You moan, feeling waves of pleasure rushing through your body rapidly as tingles shoot down your spine and to your core. “Oh my god...!” Ran says, gripping the armrest tightly as he can't take his eyes away from the scene before him. “Oh, oh Rin!” You shout in pleasure. Rindou smiles once again as he moves his head down and kisses your neck while he continues his fast thrusts at a steady pace. “You're so perfect, y/n.” He says before kissing his way to your shoulder. Your body is twitching uncontrollably as the pleasure and passion continues to intensify. Your voice is nothing but a series of moans and Rindou’s name now. Ran's grip on the armrest tightens, “my god...” He says again and he’s so aroused that he now had to slip a hand down to his bulge, as he continues to grip the armrest with his other hand. Ran eyes are glued to what's going on in front of him. “Oh my god...” He says before he begins to grip at his bulge now.

Rindou eyes are filled with pure lust as he lets out another groan, “you're perfect.” He whispers to you. Your eyes continue to roll back, as your moans get louder. You lean your head back and let yourself go fully under the wave of pleasure. “Mmh! Rin!” You moan loudly. Ran starts to unzip his pants, his arousal becoming too much to bear. He whips out his length, grabbing his throbbing shaft before lightly starting to jerk it. Rindou brings his lips to yours and kisses you passionately. “You’re making me go crazy.” He says in a hushed tone, before resuming kissing you. Your moans are loud and echo throughout the living-room, you’re really losing yourself in the intense pleasure that Rindou's giving you right now. Rindou goes back to kissing your neck and shoulder, “I can't believe I’m finally getting to have you, baby.” He mutters, his breath hot and heavy against your ear. You’re starting to breathe even more heavily now, Rindou's touch is starting to become overwhelming for you. “Mmm. Rin.” You moan. Ran continues to watch and lightly stroke his dick. “Oh... my god...” He says quietly, his voice filled with arousal.

You could now feel yourself getting closer and closer to an orgasm. Rindou's eyes look into yours. “I'm so fuckin’ in love with you.” He says, his breath hitched. Rindou was now getting close to his breaking point too, as his thrusts now became sloppy. Your moans become even louder now, your whole body twitching as you’re completely lost in the incredible pleasure that Rindou is giving you. Ran's breathing gets deeper, as he continues to watch and pleasure himself. You could now feel the edge approaching. “Mmm, Rin! I’m soon gonna-”

Rindou groans. “Fuck, I love you.” Rindou could feel the edge approaching for him as well. You grip the fabric of the couch and your legs shiver, the wave of pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave. “Rin!” You scream out, your body convulsing against Rindou’s as your walls pulsate around his length, bringing about his limit as well. “Oh, oh fuuck.” Rindou groans, looking at you with a hazy gaze. Rindou spills his last drop of cum inside of you, before he gently pulls out, making a hissing sound as he does so. Ran now stands up and walks over to you. “My turn.” He says with a sly smirk as his body is already mostly undressed, besides the shirt he has on which he sexily pulls off as he walks over. You take a moment to get ahold of your breath. You feel so light headed now after that climax, but at the same time you feel so good. The feeling was unreal. You look up at Ran as he’s now standing beside the couch, towering over you. “R-Ran.” You say in a cute tone, your breaths still coming in a bit short. Rindou moves over to lay down beside you on his side, before he starts giving kisses to your cheek and jawline. Ran gets in the position Rindou was in, laying over you and ready to take you now. Your body shivers when you feel Ran’s tip start circling over your entrance, meanwhile Rindou's now kissing down your neck, giving it occasional bites and sucks. Ran now slides himself inside of you fully in one quick motion, “mmm fuck yeah. Just like how I remembered. Tight as fuck.” Ran reminisces.

“Mmh, Ran!” You yell. Ran smiles before he starts his thrusts off fast, his braids bouncing with the movement as he gradually speeds up his pace while watching your facial expression with those downturned purple eyes.

The sound of you and Ran’s moans fill the living-room, along with the sound of his body smacking into yours. Your eyes catch his hazed gaze, and heavy breaths escape his parted lips. You run your hands over Ran’s body, feeling his tensing muscles under your fingers. Ran lets out a low groan, before he brings his lips to yours and slides his tongue in your mouth. His tongue explodes your mouth, and your tongue meets his in a wet and sloppy french-kiss. Your body was experiencing complete ecstasy. Just like how you remembered. The passion Ran would give you was like a drug, and you’re now getting a hit of that drug you’ve been deprived of for months. Ran's breathing gets deeper as he speeds up his pace and goes harder, and he now breaks away from the kiss to watch your facial expression. Your passion for him only intensifies with each motion, as the pace increased, your breaths grew heavier. The love you feel for each other is undeniable and you both feel it in every part of your being. Rindou bites and kisses at your shoulder, listening to your sweet moans and growing addicted to the taste and scent of your skin. You could now feel your body thrum with anticipation as your limit begins to approach. You can feel each other's excitement building and your nerves starting to flutter. Every movement and touch is charged with emotion, and your heart is racing faster and faster as you edge closer to your limit. “Mmmh, Ran!” You yell.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” Ran groans as his body shudders, feeling himself getting closer and closer to the edge as well. As if on cue, the build up of tension reaches its peak for the both of you. A couple more thrusts and you both cum together, your body’s convulsing against one another. Your walls pulsate around Ran’s length as you cum, giving him a good squeeze. Ran chuckles, “fuckin’ missed how you’d milk my dick.”

Ran’s words send a tingle down your spine and to your core, which only adds to your orgasm. Ran spills his last drop inside of you before he pulls out, then he picks you up and brings you to his bedroom. “C’mon Rindou.” Ran says in his nasally sounding voice. Rindou follows suit. Ran places you down on the bed and then climbs up to lay next to you on his side, pulling your body to face him. Rindou comes and cuddles you from behind, wrapping his arm around your waist. Ran wastes no time before he slips a hand down and grabs his length to put it inside of you again. You moan and bite your lower lip, taking in the feeling of being filled back up by him. Rindou starts grinding his dick against your ass, and he lets out a deep breath as he wants to be inside of you again too. Rindou grabs his shaft and looks down, before rubbing his tip up and down the lining of your asscrack, teasing himself, before an idea comes to his mind. He brings his tip to your asshole and rubs it over the tiny entrance, “fuck.” He groans, his voice barely above a whisper. He brings his face in closer to your ear, “can I enter here?” He asks in a breathy voice as he taps his tip against your asshole. Meanwhile Ran’s thrusting into your pussy again, and your eyes widen when you hear Rindou’s request and feel him tapping his tip against the back entrance. You’re a bit nervous to try anal for the first time, losing your back-door virginity can be quite painful, but you’re intrigued by the idea. You nod, “yeah…” You answer in a soft voice. Rindou lets out a deep breath at your answer, “fuck baby...” He says in a husky voice before he forces the tip inside, which makes him choke out, “ah, sweet jesus. That’s insane. I might not even be able to fit, it’s fuckin’ small.”

Your eyes shot open when you felt his tip inside your asshole, even that amount was bringing about pain, as you could feel the muscles start to stretch. But, the pain, is a good kind of pain, and the intensity and heat of the moment makes the experience so fucking passionate. “K-Keep going.” You say to Rindou. Ran chuckles with a sly smirk at you telling Rindou to go further in your ass. Rindou lets out a low groan, “okay, I’ll try baby.” He says, his breaths heavy as he starts to force himself further inside. Rindou grits his teeth and clenches his jaw as his eyes roll to the back of his head, “fuck, god fuckin’ damn it that’s tight.” He moans, before finally he bottoms out in your ass. You took the pain well, you actually really liked it, and the feeling of being filled by both of them only fuels the heat building deep within your core, which makes your pussy and asshole walls clench for a moment. Rindou was about to take a moment to gather himself before his eyes shoot open and he chokes out in a “gah” sounding moan. “Whoa, hey there. You’re gonna kill me, sweetheart.” Rindou smirks, his breath hitched. “Do it again.”

It wasn’t even voluntary since it was happening because your orgasm was forming, so it happens again. Rindou’s eyes roll to the back of his head and his jaw clenches as he lets out a hiss, “sssss, fuuck.”

Rindou now begins moving, starting off slow until you get used to the feeling, then he starts matching his pace with Ran’s. Both of their hands roam your body as they continue to move in and out of you. As their hands roam over your body, the intensity of the experience only grows, leaving you breathless and shaking with excitement. Your moans and yells of their names fill the room, along with their groans and the slaps of their bodies against you. You could now feel yourself getting close to the edge. Ran is going faster and faster now, getting closer to his breaking point, and Rindou speeds up his pace to keep in sync with Ran. Rindou was experiencing complete bliss. He never thought he’d ever get the chance to have you in this way. But now, not only has he expressed his love to you intimately, now he got to try anal with you; his brothers girlfriend who he’s been in love with and wanted for so long.

You continue to moan as you grip the sheets, and your voice becomes louder and louder with each passing moment. Ran and Rindou's eyes meet for a moment and Rindou gives him a coy smile as he's having his way with you from the other door. Ran smirks and continues to thrust harder. Rindou was now chasing down an orgasm, and the three of you were now getting closer and closer to the peak of pleasure. The next thrust of the Haitani brothers sends you over the edge. Your entire body trembles with an intense feeling of euphoria and release. Your breathing comes in short gasps now, and your voice is lost in a series of moans. Your pussy and asshole walls pulsate, squeezing the fuck out of them, Rindou more. Your clenching walls brings about both of their orgasms. Ran’s eyes roll to the back of his head, “mmm, fuck yeah baby, milk my dick.” Ran says in a husky voice. Rindou’s eyes go wide and his whole body tenses up, “gaaaah, fuuck! It feels like my dick’s gonna break, but it’s so fuckin’ good, holy shit!”

They both spill the last drop, and then finally they both pull out. You turn on your back, and they both each cuddle into you on their sides. Rindou looks at you and smiles before he starts caressing your cheek. “You’re so cute.”

“Well, that just happened.” Ran says with a chuckle and a sly grin.

You turn your head slightly towards Ran and chuckle too. “Yeah, that just happened.” You say with a smile before looking at Rindou.

Rindou smirks, still caressing your cheek before he leans his face in closer to give you a quick romantic kiss on the lips. “I love you, y/n.”

Ran raises an eyebrow at the romantics, “now now, Rindou. She’s still my girlfriend.”

Rindou turns his head to look at Ran. “Oh you, I'm just showing her how much I love her.” He chuckles.

Ran continues to keep a raised eyebrow, then he smirks at Rindou. “Hm, is that so? Well, if you ask nicely, maybe I’ll continue to share her with you. I wouldn’t mind if she belonged to both of us, there’s no one better than you who can protect her, besides me.” Ran says in a playful voice.

Rindou chuckles, “oh really now? Well, in that case, I think I will ask nicely.” He says in a teasing tone. “Big bro, will you be ever so kind as to continue sharing y/n with me?” He says in a dramatic tone, returning the playful antics.

“Yes, Rindou. You have my permission to take her for yourself as well.” Ran smirks.

You squints your eyes at Ran, listening to the audacity of his words. “You know Ran, you never even asked my input on you offering to Rindou that I belong to the both of you.” You insert, though you’re not even the slightest bit opposed to the idea.

Ran smirks. “Well, I'm sure you wouldn't mind if Rindou and I both shared you, after that just now.” He teases you.

“Fine, maybe I do want that. I do want the both of you.” You admit.

Rindou smiles, “heh, that’s my girl.” He takes your chin in between his thumb and index finger, slightly pulling your face towards his to kiss you once again, his lips pressing against yours. His tongue brushes up against yours but it wasn't anything too deep, just enough to tease. You kiss back with equal enthusiasm and passion, your own tongue seeking out his before your tongues engage in battle with one another's. You open your mouth a bit more and Rindou slides his tongue deeper inside your mouth.

Ran has an amused expression. “I think you’re getting a little attached Rindou, and so soon. You look like you can’t get enough of her.” Ran teases, knowing damn well he’s the same way to you.

Rindou smirks, “maybe I am getting more attached than I intended, but who can resist her?” He says before resuming kissing you. You hum as you and Rindou continue your french kiss, and you run your hands through his blond and blue hair. You’re completely immersed in the moment and you can't get enough. Your lips are practically glued to Rindou's lips and you’re holding onto a fist-full of Rindou's hair. Rindou smiles. “That's my girl.” His voice is husky, he's completely obsessed with you and your body. His hands return to your soft skin, caressing it.

“Don’t you mean our girl?” Ran corrects playfully.

Rindou just smirks and pulls you to face him. You’re now on your side once again as he continues kissing you, and he gives your ass a little grab. Rindou's breathing becomes heavier, he feels as if he can't let go of you. His hands start to caress you a little more. You let out a low but soft moan, as your tongues continue to dance together. Your breaths are hot and heavy against Rindou's. Ran moves on his side to wrap his arms around you from behind, giving kisses and bites to your shoulder now. You could feel Ran's kisses and bites on your skin, adding to the heat. Rindou takes your hand in his, intertwining your fingers with his and giving your hand a squeeze as his mouth is still locked with yours, exchanging saliva, giving you one hell of a make-out session.

Rindou smirks and lets go of your hand, bringing his down to your thigh and sliding it up the skin, inching its way to your pussy. With his hand touching your skin and inching towards your intimate area, you feel like you need to hold your breath. You can feel the need for him building within you, the intensity of the moment growing as your muscles tighten in anticipation. As Rindou's hand reaches your intimate area, you feel the anticipation heighten and the tension within you rise to a boiling point. Your body arches in an attempt to get closer to Rindou's hand, your breath coming in quick shallow gasps.

Rindou takes his index and middle finger together and flattens them before rubbing circles over your clit, causing you to squeal against his lips. Rindou’s dick throbs in response to your squeal, and he lets out a low groan. “Fuck babe.” He says in a husky voice. Rindou now takes his two fingers and brings them to your entrance, sliding them in while using his thumb to start drawing circles over your clit. Rindou immediately seeks out your g-spot and curls his fingers upward, brushing his fingertips against your g-spot in a fast motion, using his thumb to match the pace on your clit. “Oh, oh Rin!” You moan.

“Oh god baby...” Rindou mutters. Meanwhile Ran is now licking and sucking the skin of your neck and shoulders, leaving you hickeys. You could feel your whole body trembling from the heat of your make out session with Rindou as he works your entrance and clit with his fingers. Your hand grips tightly onto Rindou’s hair to the point where it nearly hurts him, bringing about his arousal to an even higher point.

Rindou abruptly stops kissing you and pulls his fingers out of you, then grabs his shaft to position the tip to your entrance, before he slides in slowly, his eyes hazy as he gazes at your facial expression, watching you take him. “Mmm fuck, I fuckin’ love how you feel.” Rindou says in a husky voice. Rindou takes a hand under your leg and lifts it up as he starts moving faster inside of you. You can't help but moan in pleasure as you feel the heat inside of you rising up. “Mm! Rin!” You moan loudly. Rindou smiles as he hears your moans, and he speeds up his thrusts a bit more as he continues to hold your leg up. Ran’s now swaying his hips forward, rubbing his shaft against your ass, before he grabs his dick and looks down. He wants to have his try at anal now. Ran brings his tip to your asshole, testing the size. He lets out a little hiss at the anticipation, before he forces the tip in. You gasp from the sensation, and your eyes shoot open wide. Ran lets out another hiss at the squeeze of his tip, “holy shit.” He says in a breathy voice, before he slides further inside, his eyes rolling back at the tightness, “god damn.”

Ran finally bottoms out and starts moving, letting out throaty moans at the feeling of his dick being squeezed. He’s taken aback by the experience. “Didn’t expect it to squeeze so much.” Ran says to Rindou with a chuckle.

Rindou grins, “it is a pretty tight squeeze huh? Feels like yer dick’s gonna snap in half if you make even one wrong move.” He replies as he continues his thrusts into your pussy.

Ran nods, “it’s some next-level shit.” He lets out a deep breath.

The three of you are united as one, and the feeling of both of them thrusting into you is euphoric. The passion and heat between you is palpable, and you feel their bodies and breathing as if it were your own. There is a level of intimacy and passion that words cannot describe. “Mm…” Ran lets out a low and soft moan of pleasure as he grips you tighter by the waist from behind. “I’m fuckin’ loving this..”

You grip Rindou's hair once again, feeling the heat building up all throughout your body. Ran is letting out repetitive throaty moans as the feeling of your anal walls is just too much for him right now. Rindou continues to gaze hazily at your facial expression, his moans escaping his lips frequently as well, enjoying the feeling of it all as his hand grips your leg tighter. The feeling of his dick pressing deep inside your pussy is now bringing him closer to the edge. Your moans become louder with the sensation of pleasure coursing through you. Each thrust of the Haitani’s is bringing you closer and closer to your peak. Ran bites down on your shoulder, his body trembling and his breathing becoming more and more desperate as he feels your anal walls starting to tighten and tighten, bringing about his limit as well. His body shudders and his eyes roll back, “oh fuck, oh fuck.”

Rindou's lets out a low hiccupy groan, he can feel your pussy walls starting to tighten more and more and he's losing it too. “Fuck yeah baby, you feel so fuckin’ good.”

A few more thrusts, and Ran and Rindou bring you to the peak of pleasure and your body explodes in a rush of sensation. Your heart pounds violently in your chest and your breathing becomes shallow, your voice nothing more than a series of moaning gasps. Your pussy and asshole walls pulsate around Ran and Rindou, bringing about both of their orgasms. Rindou lets out a prolonged groan as he cums, his body twitching. “Fuck, mmm, fuck!”

The squeezing of your anal walls as Ran came sent his mind into a frenzy, his eyes rolling back as he grits his teeth. “Gaaah, mmm, sweet fuck!” He yells.

After a moment, the Haitani brothers pull out of you and they collapse on each a side of you, your entire bodies still buzzing with sensations. Ran and Rindou’s heads fall back, their chests rising and falling rapidly as they try and catch their breaths. You can hear the pounding of your heart in your ears from the aftermath of your orgasm. Not long after, the three of you come back down to earth, taking in the afterglow as your bodies still feel warm and tingly. They both turn on their sides and cuddle into you. “You’re unbelievable.” Rindou says, still breathing heavy. Ran takes a deep breath, “fuck y/n, I never thought I’d ever experience what it’s like to go in the back door.” He says with a breathy chuckle.

Rindou butts in, “I know right?” He says in a instigating and teasing tone.

Ran squints his eyes, “fuck you, you’re lucky I even let you. Don’t get too cocky just cuz’ you took her back-door virginity.” He smirks.

“I’m already cocky, y’know that already.” Rindou says with a coy smile.

“Shut up, Rindou.” Ran scoffs, but still smiling slightly. “You know I’m right.”

You smile at their antics, you’ve always loved watching the obvious brotherly bond they have through their playful jabs. Rindou shrugs, “whatever, I’m still takin’ the dub’.” He says with a smirk.

Ran chuckles, “yeah, the dub I let you have.”

Rindou gives his brother a mock pout, “fine. Just let me bask in the glory for a few minutes, will you?”

Ran rolls his eyes. “Sure. Just don't let it get to your head.”

You can’t help but laugh, causing both of the Haitani’s to turn their attention back on you. “Awe, we made her laugh.” Rindou smiles.

“Stop, you're not funny.” Ran says to him.

“I beg to differ.” Rindou retorts.

“Whatever you say, Rindou.” Ran says as he stretches his arms above his head, then resumes cuddling into your side. They both have their heads rested against each of your shoulder’s as they lay comfortably against you. You let out a content sigh before you kiss the back of their heads. Ran and Rindou both let out a little content moan, nuzzling into you further.

“I’m really glad I moved in.” You smile. “I’m really glad as well, baby girl.” Ran replies, looking at you from your shoulder, his braids resting on your bare chest. Rindou leans in and kisses your cheek before speaking in a soft voice, “me too.”

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kamisama1kiss · 3 months ago

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Hey! I know this will sound like, not something you would expect and I understand that, but could you do headcannons about Morro having a daughter?

I honestly was thinking about how he would be as a parent, but you can also do it if he was still hellbent on proving he is the green ninja and dying, leaving his daughter to live with Wu (bc he doesn't have anyone else).

Wu having to raise his (Pseudo?) Grand daughter and the challenges that come with it.

Maybe even Morro just, coming back on the Days of the departed to spend time with his daughter?

Whatever floats your boat tbh

Completely alright if you don't want to! Have a nice Friday 13th! (Or day, if you see this after that friday)

RAHHH I love Morro!! Also, short note sorry for being gone for so long. I've been needing a mental break from everything, but I'm getting better, which means I'll start writing again!! I love you all sm for the support even when I've been gone 🫶

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Morro's daughter {Ninjago Headcanons}

• Before turning into a ghost, he was the sweetest father to his precious little princess, who was his only light in life. (other than the idea of being the green ninja)

° Instead of spending much time together, he often put her to watch him train under Wu's supervision. Having both of their eyes on the younger child to make sure no harm could be inclifted.

• At some point, his focus fell from you, then more to the dream and goal about the green suit that he oh so wished to wear. Which meant the others at the monastery would take turns taking care of you.

° Feeling immense guilt for not spending time the more he mentally fell into a deep hole of self-destruction.

• Still occasionally reading you to sleep and giving small forehead kisses whenever he passed, tucking you in and just standing there feeling like a failure as both a father and to become the green ninja.

° One day was his last crack he ran away to show his worth in being the best version of himself, but sadly was unsuccessful and died in the process.

[After death]

° Cursing himself out every single waking minute for his mistakes of when he was alive, you cried many night after hearing the news and he made sure to watch over you even if no one could see nor feel him there.

• Seeing that the monks and Wu are taking care of you like their own, making he feel at ease. He trusted Wu with his blood and flesh until he could come back around.

° One time a year, morro was able to leave the real of the cursed and would spend the whole day with you when he was finally being seen.

• Spending the day playing little bored games or playing with dolls, having fun nonetheless, which is all he wished and wanted.

° Tucking you into bed that night and leaving a small note about how much he loves you every year and slowly covers the mirror in your bedroom.

• At some point, his daughter was able to understand how this all worked and looked forward to that one day every year. Giving him small artefacts to bring back to the realm where he stayed in the meanwhile.

° Let's be honest. Wu knows that morro is there even if not visible to the human (and non-human) eye.

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Hello everyone, I'm super excited to be back at work!! Hope you all enjoyed reading the headcanons for today 🫶

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yeonmuse · 5 months ago

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THRILLRIDE | DAY 5

PAIRING Guitarist Younghoon x Antifan Reader

WORD COUNT | 3.5k

GENRE Smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ‼️ riding, petnames like princess, sloppy kisses, penetration, clit rubbing, tit worship

SUMMARY You didn’t think that your best friend dragging you along to her favorite bands concert would end with a night joyride from their lead guitarist.

MORE | Day five of the Groupie Love Series

You found it completely normal wanting to just spend your entire day pampering and relaxing yourself, though in your best friend's eyes it made you completely boring. You had tried time and time again to avoid getting yourself dragged out of the house by her, even using the old sick excuse which your best friend immediately dismissed. Now tonight instead of being snuggled up in bed all nice and cozy you were being dragged out of the house to attend the concert of some band you didn’t even like. For the sake of your best friend you simply fake it until you make it, breathing a sigh of relief as the concert finally came to an end which meant you could finally go back home, or so you thought.

“Uh you do know you missed your exit right?” Breaking your gaze away from the passenger side window you look over at your best friend.

“Yeah that’s because we aren’t going home yet.”

“Come again?”

“Yn it’s saturday night and the city is so alive. We just went to one of the most amazing concerts in the world.” (You would have this disagree on that)

“Are you serious right now? It's almost midnight and now you’re dragging me somewhere else? Where are we even going this late at night?”

“The After party, you didn’t think I’d just stay at the concert alone did you?” Right now you were wishing the ground would open up and swallow this car whole.

“This is the last time I let you drag me out like this, I could have been in my home cozied up in bed in my nice warm sheets.”

“Well too bad, tonight you’re going to party whether you like it or not.”

On the contrary to your best friend's statement you weren’t indulging in the party in the slightest. You were quite fed up from the moment you entered the door. It wasn’t that you didn’t like parties but in the moment you just weren’t in the party mood and you and your friend both shared a differing sense of fun when it came to parties. While your parties included drinking, games and a variety of music hers were full of sex,drugs, alcohol and music so loud you just might temporarily lose your hearing.

As you leaned against the kitchen counter, occasionally taking sips from your cup you were pulled from your focus as a voice spoke up behind you “I can tell by that look on your face you’re having so much fun.”

“Oh my you absolutely caught me I just absolutely love hanging out with a bunch of drunks on saturday night.” You respond sarcastically, earning a laugh from the handsome stranger.

“I’m Eric, i'm a friend of the host.” As he held his hands out for you to shake you were hesitant for a moment, after observing him for a moment you decided that he didn’t seem like he meant any harm so you happily took his hand and gave it a shake.

“Yn and I'm a friend of the girl that dragged me here just to leave me alone while she fucks some random in the bathroom.”

“Ah the old drag your friend to the party and leave her alone trope, she’s so original.” His sarcasm made you laugh, you couldn’t deny that talking to him was quite entertaining or it at least made you want to kill yourself a little less in the moment. Couldn’t tell anyone how you ended up there, but you found yourself outside in the backyard with him, both of you wanting to escape the loudness of the party going on inside.

“So do you always come to these types of parties?” You tried your best to make small talk with him, considering he was your only form of entertainment for the night it was only right that you got to know him.

“Honestly, these aren’t exactly my type of parties , but when you have over 10 different friends that throw parties nearly every week you tend to just show up to be supportive.”

“Ah the old showing up just to please your friend's trope.” You respond playfully, a nice little callback to his earlier joke.

“By the way who is ur friend anyways? I wasn’t exactly told who’s house we’d be coming to, I was just told that we’d be coming to some after party.”

“You don’t know?”

“That would be me.” A voice spoke up from behind the two of you making both you and Eric turn around. You couldn’t exactly pinpoint where you had seen his face before but you knew there was something familiar about him.

“Younghoon, where the hell have you been, I was looking for you for nearly half an hour.”

“I was out in the city, by the way Juyeon or Sangyeon won’t be joining us tonight, Sangyeons spending time with his girlfriend and I don’t know about Juyeon all he said in the text was something about his security guard not letting him leave.”

As if finally realizing you had been staring at the two Eric issues a quick apology to you before introducing you to his friend.

“Yn meet Younghoon, the host of this party and owner of the house. Younghoon, meet Yn, she thinks your party sucks and would rather be home.” At Eric's words your eyes widened and in that moment you really wanted to push him into the pool.

“Really? Not enjoying yourself?”

“Just not my idea of fun.”

“And what exactly is your idea of fun?”

“She would rather be at home doing skincare and snuggling up in bed with her dog.” Once again Eric starts foaming at the mouth with his words, giving you the perfect opportunity and excuse to push him right into the pool behind him.

“What was that for!?” He complains as he bounces back up to the surface

“Ah so your idea of fun is sitting inside and being boring?” Younghoon speaks up, pulling your attention back to him.

“Much better than being in a house full of drunk strangers, dancing around to music that’s bound to make your ears burst.”

“Oh so you don’t like wolfsbane?” At your sly comment about the music choice his eyebrows raise. You had just insulted the artist to his face without having realized it.

“Uh Yn” Eric chimes in from behind the two of you seemingly trying to stop you from saying anything more.

“Nono Eric let her continue, I’d love to hear her thoughts on them. Go ahead and continue darling, the floor is yours.”

“Their music has no heart, it’s just a bunch of mindless lyrics. They don’t write anything substantial and all of their songs feel the same. I thought about giving them a chance since my best friend decided to drag me to their show tonight, but it didn’t really change my mind.” Younghoon simply stood there with an intrigued and slightly amused look on his face at your synopsis of his band. Meanwhile Eric stood being you covering his face with his hands after having you spill all of that to the one person you most likely should not have.

“Excuse me but I need to go find my friend. I think it’s about time I get home.” Walking past Younghoon and back into the loud and crowded house you pushed through the sea of people seemingly struggling with the search for your friend. You had searched for her for nearly half an hour and you finally gave up. She hadn’t been answering any of your calls or texts, and she was nowhere to be found which meant you were left there completely alone. Now you were praying to god that Eric was still here and he wouldn't mind giving you a ride home, but to your disdain he was nowhere to be found and you had no way of contacting him.

“So you decided to stay, the party must not be all that bad then.” You heard his obnoxious voice and recognized it almost immediately. He stood in front of you, hair slightly messy with a pair of shades pushed back on his head. Once again it hit you that he looked so familiar yet you just couldn’t place where you had seen him.

“Not like I had a choice, my best friend is nowhere to be found and it seems like Eric’s already left.” You sigh and massage your temples with your fingers.

“Eric had a flight to catch since his tour will be starting soon, try not to miss him too much.” At his words your eyes rolled back almost instantaneously.

“And If I do miss him? Not like it would be anyone's business.” You respond, shrugging your shoulders.

“I'm assuming you need a ride home or something?”

“Well would you look at that you finally said something right tonight.” Your sarcastic response made a chuckle spill past his lips.

“Meet me out front, I'll take you home.”

“Youre gonna leave all these people alone in your house?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve done it, besides a few of my friends are here so I’m sure they’ll look out.”

“Rich people.” You roll your eyes and turn your back to him, making your way through the sea of bodies once again until you reach the front door.

You aren’t exactly sure what you were thinking about getting in the car with some complete stranger that you had met only moments ago, but if it meant getting away from the house and the loud music your decision had already been made from the moment he opened his mouth to ask if you needed a ride. Part of you was pissed at your best friend for having just disappeared without so much as a text, but the other half of you was simply just praying that wherever she was, even if she had been tangled beneath the sheets of some stranger's bed, that she was okay.

“So much for having fun.” You sigh and throw your head back in annoyance. The sound of rubble crushing underneath tires gains your attention, as you look ahead your eyes find Younghoon sitting in the driver's seat of black drop top.

“The city waits for the princess Cinderella .”

“Cinderella?”

“Yes because it’s midnight and you’re trying to run off back home.”

“Ugh I know we just met and all but you’re absolutely annoying.” You roll your eyes at him as you make your way to the car, he chuckles and pushes the door open for you watching as you slide in before pulling on your seatbelt.

“So you really don’t like wolfsbane huh? Not even one song?” At Younghoons question you sigh, this was usually the reaction you got whenever you told someone you didn’t like them.

“Again their music isn’t really for me but if I had to choose, there's one of their older songs that I think is good. Suckerpunch?” Younghoon seemed shocked at the chosen song that left your lips, out of all songs he could have expected Suckerpunch wasn’t one of them.

You were right when you said one of their older songs, suckerpunch had been one of their first releases where they first made it big.

“Why that one?”

“It was just so raw, you could feel the heart in every lyric , every chord, every key or drumbeat. But then again it isn’t surprising that they would lose their spark, it happens to many bands in the industry.” You spoke absentmindedly as you watched all the cars pass you by.

For a moment Younghoon remained silent until he finally decided to speak up once again. You seemed quite opinionated and you didn't seem afraid to tell it how it is.

“If you’re up for it can I show you something?”

“You aren’t going to take me to some place off the grid and murder me right?”

“I think you’ve been watching a little too much true crime, don’t worry Cinderella I won’t touch one hair on your pretty little head. Just need a yes or no.”

You were a little skeptical about the situation but part of you could admit that what he said back at the party was right, if you went back home now you’d be bored sitting there all alone. “Fine, where is it that we’re going exactly?”

“Don’t worry, just enjoy the ride.” And enjoy the ride you did. Honestly you were quite surprised how much you let loose considering you were in the car with a complete stranger. Honestly Younghoon didn’t seem to mind, this seemed like an entirely different girl than the one he had met back at the party. Your hair blowing in the wind and your hips swing as you stand up in your seat screaming the lyrics from the radio at the top of your lungs. The way you carelessly raised your arms in the air seemingly lost in the music that played on the radio which he took note of by the way. He found himself smiling at how much you had seemed to loosen up in just a few minutes, he honestly wasn’t sure if it was the drinks you had at the party finally setting in or if this was just how you were but he liked it.

“Why are we stopping? Is this the place?” You watched, slightly confused and somewhat alarmed as Younghoon parked his car at an overlook, (an overlook which gave a perfect view of the city) before getting out of the car. He silently moved over to his trunk and pulled out a guitar before slipping into the back seat.

“You drove me all the way here to listen to you play Guitar?”

“Just listen to me and tell me what you think, yeah? I come here whenever I need to get away from everything or clear my head…or when I just need some sort of inspiration.”

“But why me? Why not ask someone else.”

“Judging based on everything you said earlier today about wolfsbane you aren’t afraid to be honest or tell things how they are so just be honest with me.”

“..okay, then let’s hear what you got.” You didn’t know what you had been expecting from him but it certainly was not this. His vocals were the perfect mixture of sultry and raspy and every chord he played meshed together so perfectly that it was as if he had been playing a recording of guitar rather than strumming it right here before your face. As he finished he looked to you with a seemingly hopeful look on his eyes.

“It’s not exactly done, but what are your thoughts?”

“That was amazing, the guitar chords, your voice, it all went together so well. If I were you i'd release it.”

“Mm unfortunately it’s not what the industry wants to sell.”

“So? Who cares it's about making good music that people will listen to, music that your fans will love. You have real talent, it's raw and, and cathartic, who cares about what the industry wants when you can make money putting out music that you love.” There was a silence that had come over you, a silence that gave Younghoon the opportunity to look at you, to really look at you. Your eyes had been glued to the look of the city but he found himself looking at you.

“Where have you been all this time?” He spoke softly, slipping his finger beneath your chin so that he could turn your head to look at him. Once your eyes were finally on him he could no longer contain himself,

“If you don’t want this then just tell me to stop.” You could feel his breath against your nose as he leaned in closer to you, what you weren’t understanding was, why weren’t you stopping him. Younghoon took your silence as an invitation to kiss you, both your lips melted together as if they had been made for each other. Suddenly his hand snaked around your waist and he pulled you into his lap, his hands trailing eagerly down your body until they rested on the bottom of your shirt. He wasted no time pulling it off of you.

“Younghoon, what if someone drives by?”

“Let them.” His disinterest for the outside world at the moment turned you on even further and you weren’t going to deny it. Younghoons hands explored your entire body until they found the clasp of your bra, in one swift moment he had it unclasped as if it was already something he had been used to doing.

“Fuck you’re so beautiful.” His lips immediately latch onto one of your breasts while he takes the other into his hand and massages it against your chest. Soft moans spilled from your lips and your fingers tangled in his hair. Your head fell to the crook of his shoulder, your back arching as Younghoon wrapped his arm around your waist and trapped you in his strong arms.

Forcing his lips off of your breasts he pulls you back into a heated kiss, this time slipping his tongue past your lips while his hands work a lifting up your skirt. Your hands moved to his pants eagerly yanking and tugging at his belt to get it off of him only seeming to struggle which earned an amused chuckle from him.

“So eager, don’t worry princess I got it just sit pretty yeah?” His entire demeanor seems to have changed from how he was a few moments ago. He takes a moment to lift you up in his lap momentarily so that he could push his pants down. Your gaze fell upon his already hard cock, making the ache between your thighs worsen.

“Let me know if it hurts alright?”

Before you knew it he was buried deep inside you, impaling you on his cock over and over again.

“You sound so pretty moaning for me like this, ” he whispered into your neck, tongue and teeth playfully sucking at the tender flesh. To him now having heard your moans it was sweeter than any song. His grip on your hips were bruising and possessive, and your breasts bounced fervently at how he snapped his hips upwards to feel your walls coat him and hug him tightly and warmly. This was a feeling you had never gotten from anyone else, his cock pushing so deep into you that it'd bruise your cervix. The way his hands explored your body and lips remained wrapped around your breast was enough to send you over the edge. A low growl spilled from his lips and he tugged at your hair to tilt your head to him, his tongue slithering to your lips to taste your lips on his tongue once again.

As his hand moves down to circle your clit you gasp into his mouth. The pleasure had been so overwhelming that Your mind had gone completely fuzzy. You began to feel like you were on the urge of breaking apart from both his ministries and before you knew it, you were kissing him fervently. You decided to take over, resting your hands on his shoulders Younghoon let you take control, his head falling back as you started bouncing on his cock until you were too overwhelmed to speak, crying and mumbling incomprehensible words.

“Fuck you look so fucking pretty taking me like this.” The squelching sounds from your cunt and the view of his cock sliding in and out of you so easily drove him crazy. He wipes the tears from your face and leaves soft kisses on your neck as you continue to fall apart in his arms. You whine upon feeling him kiss your neck down to your shoulders, scraping his canines until you were absolutely lost in the feeling. Unlike the previous pace, the slow sensation of your cunt hugging his cock with your arousal letting him slide in and out so easily allowing you to feel every part of him, almost mind-wrecking at how good he’s able to make you feel like he was used to your body already. His hands meet your waist and he began to slam you down into his cock earning screams and loud cries of pleasure from you.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight. Is driving me crazy.” His head fell back on the couch, a low curse spilling from his lips at the way your nails penetrate his skin from the intense pleasure you had been feeling.

“So close princess, where do you want it?” You could no longer process his words functionally, not when he’s slamming you down his length like that and burying himself in you as if he didn’t want to be anywhere else.

“Fuck, Cum inside me Hoon please.” His name spilled from your lips so effortlessly that it put him in a daze. As he felt your walls tighten around him and combined with the twitch of his cock inside of you he let out a loud moan tossing his head back against the seat as he spilled into you painting your pretty cunt with his essence at the same time of your own release.

You lie breathless against his chest, still unable to fully grasp exactly what had happened between the two of you.

“Well you may not like my band or our music, but tonight ill be satisfied with knowing you like having me buried deep inside you.” He smirks and kisses your neck

“I KNEW YOU LOOKED FAMILIAR.” At your outburst Younghoon just laughs and pulls you closer to his chest.

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chiarrara · 3 months ago

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the core idea i'm working with concerning the jjk finale discourse is that people are mad about the wrong things.

I have had serious problems with the writing in jjk since at least shibuya, and I even found criticism in the hidden inventory arc and the sister school exchange arc (though the main problem there is that it was boring pre-disaster curses and the characters suck).

Similar to Game of Thrones, some people were criticizing the broken writing choices as far back as seasons 3 and 4 while most people were glazing the series until the cracks in the foundation caused the entire story to crumble right at the end, leaving most of the fanbase confused how it "suddenly" got so bad.

The commonly held sentiment is that JJK fell off after Shibuya. I disagree. I think it fell off during Shibuya where the entire worldbuilding, power system, and plot broke irreparably.

HOWEVER where JJK never fell off was in character writing, relationship writing, and the overall themes of the story which were all consistent, had strong throughlines, were well integrated into the action (another strength), and were in my opinion, the core appeal of the the entire project.

And yet, most of what I hear people complaining about is either a) missing or dissatisfying character moments and a lack of satisfying exploration of the themes, or b) contradictory outrage over plot and worldbuilding elements not lining up as if these issues haven't been there from the start.

I know a lot of people don't operate this way, but when there are fundamental problems with the storytelling, but there are other parts of the story that I find incredibly meaningful and impactful, I find it really easy to glaze over those problems and even justify and rewrite them in my head so they make more sense. When good character writing shows up in JJK, I stop caring that the plot sucks.

The finale chapters of JJK had amazing character writing, delivered on the main themes of the story, and made literally all the broken plot elements, lack of focus, and shoddy worldbuilding secondary concerns for me. They don't break the important parts of the story, I don't care that they aren't wrapped up because I didn't like them in the first place, and their lack of exploration just cedes more ground to fan creation allowing the story to thrive for years into the future.

If you were reading JJK for the complicated plot, complex scheming, or intricate worldbuilding, I can see why you're upset, but you made a mistake a long time ago because that stuff has sucked for ages. But I know most of you fuckers on this website were reading for good characters, impactful themes about love, and yaoi bait, so why are you mad????? I really don't get it.

Who cares that the shittily written American Military subplot didn't come back? The fucking basis of the power system doesn't make any sense and isn't well thought out, so how was it ever going to deliver on the solution/potential for cursed energy? You're mad that the random New Shadow School subplot was randomly thrown in at the end, I've been mad since that random fucking grasshopper showed up in the fucking subway!

And some of you are literally admitting YOU DIDN'T EVEN READ THE TRANSLATED CHAPTERS so how would you KNOW if the story themes and character writing had been delivered on? based on summaries? that is the absolute worst delivery system for a story, you have to know this. you're getting mad at machine translations of out of context pages like WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT.

In conclusion, most of you are mad at the wrong things and none of what I wrote up there is really about what the things you should be mad about are, because they don't matter. The point of a story is to mean something and JJK did. It was always good at what it was good at, and I wish people were engaging more with the story in it's own domain instead of being mad it wasn't exactly what they wanted it to be. The finale delivered on everything that made me care about this story. It made me love it even more, and I'm never going to regret spending so much time on this series. Everything else is just criticism for fun.

#jjk #jjk manga #jjk spoilers #jjk meta #jjk 271 #also i think a bunch of you were in denial about this being the most bog standard of bog standard shonen jump battle manga #like it's literally an pure iteration and love story of all the big jump battle manga that came before it #it's in the text #yuuji reads jump #it's gonna primarily follow those conventions and the conventions it's established for itself #like nanami didn't get a huge funeral and send off #but he haunted the narrative since his death based on his impact #gojo was in nearly every chapter since his death in flashbacks and the last we see of yuuji he's literally quoting and fulfilling his dream #whatever #if you wanna talk to me about bad character writing talk to me about nobara

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Hi Sam! I was wondering if I could ask for some advice on how to make simblr fun again? I love storytelling (it's how I have fun with the game) but lately with writing posts and even in game, I just find myself stressing over if it's good/interesting enough or if I took good screenshots, if my writing is good, etc. I love this game and sharing my stories with this community, so it sucks to feel like this. Thank you sm ♥

Oh Nonny, how I feel this pain. I wish I had a sure fire answer to this but sadly there isn't just one thing that will work.

I will put some advice below for some things that have worked for me in my experience if you're interested in trying them out to try to find that spark again!

Now I have been on tumblr sharing my sims since 2013 so I have seen the community change a lot. Things change, people come and go, it's just the natural way of things. So a lot of the time your community can change around you and so a few years ago sims storytelling was really popular and it was the thing everyone was doing. And I mean everyone.

But now things have sort of fallen off or shifted and there is no shame in that for those who moved onto other things and hobbies. Sims storytelling, at it's core, is a hobby. No one is making money off of it (unless you write it all down and get it published in which case, hell yeah go you!)

That being said, finding your spark again is going to be finding what YOU like about storytelling in the sims.

So here are some tips you can try out in the game to keep it fresh and exciting:

Play the Game

The game has changed a lot and added a lot. It came out in 2014. It's about to be 10 years old. With expansions still being added. Honestly having a family where you can just play through what the game offers you can offer inspiration on how to use in game things for story related things later on.

I have found having a lowkey gameplay (for yourself or even for your blog if you are posting) is an easy way to stay active in the community while keeping things low stakes and casual for yourself while you work on finding your spark again.

Change Up your Post Style

Idk about you Nonny, but nothing gets me less motivated than having to edit photos. If I could just point, shoot, and post, I would have content coming out my ears. Which is what I started doing with my Princess Legacy. All I do is crop it. I add some things here and there but really it's all pretty much easy.

Now I have done it all.

Prose on photos.

Prose under photos:

Icons Only:

Gameplay Only:

And finally just cropped:

Now what is the best? That is personal preference especially for the project you are doing. However I have definitely discovered the crop method to be SUPER helpful.

It makes me not have to worry about the whole photo. Sometimes I have this SUPER awesome detail in the back of a photo but when I crop them I lose all that. Which is not good for storytelling lets be honest but does force me to focus on what is actually important in the shot.

Example: Here is the full cottage photo from above You can see that I cropped out a lot of the cottage in favor of being able to see the deer and swans as i thought that was more a cozy fairytale vibe than just the cottage itself. I lost a lot of this detail yet the point still came across.

TBH the paired crop photos also makes me cut out a lot of access photos if they don't have a pair. It's sort of made me realize how much I don't need to take screenshots of. Though I am definitely an overtaker of photos so I always have plenty to choose from. Sometimes I even queue them then look back and realize they aren't needed and delete. It's humbled me a bit.

I could break down every one of these posting styles but that's a whole other thing you didn't ask about.

TLDR of this section is to experiment with how you post. You can have a lot of fun with that.

If Something is Boring, Skip it.

Do you hate the infant stage? Age them past it. Do you hate the winter months in game? Set seasons to never have winter. Do you hate in game holidays ruining your plans? Delete them all from your calendar. Is it a crucial part to your story? Not anymore. Write around it. Or find some creative angles and dialogue to write over it.

Make the game fit you!

Follow the Inspo

Have inspiration to make a new sim in CAS? Do it! Want to make a whole new save? Have an idea for one scene that could start a whole story but you have nothing else for it? DO IT!!!

The game is supposed to be fun. If you have inspiration for a project, live in it. Have fun with it.

But Sam, what if only lasts 2 weeks and I never touch it again?

Me too, babes. Happens to me all the time. Own it. Keep it around in case you want to mess with it later. Have 10 million saves. It's your life and if it brings you a moment of joy to work on it, then it totally is worth it.

If you want to be like me: Be chaotic and post it too. Then private the posts later when you decide to never touch it again. Never delete tho. I always tend to regret deleted things.

Find Your Community

You should ultimately write and create for yourself, but find others who are doing it too! Lift them up as well! Use one day a week on your blog to give reblogs or shoutouts to your fellow creators and writers! It's all about lifting each other up and making friends who all have the same hobby as us.

Try New Challenges

A lot of my sims storytelling started from inspiration around legacy challenges. I loved to take challenge rules and figure out how to make a story around them. But remember: Rules are made to be broken. Especially in favor of a good story.

If you are working on a current challenge/story, find another to merge with it or to give yourself a heck of a fun plot twist. There are no rules!

Have Fun!

This is sort of the whole crux of it, right? And if you're not having fun then...

Take a Break

You are not beholden to your queue! Let it die out! Disappear for 6 months. Return when you want. Go play Animal Crossing or BG3 or whatever it is at the moment. Sims is a hobby. But it does not have to be your ONLY hobby. Let your brain rest.

In my case, whenever I leave the sims I am always filled with ideas and ready to come back in like 3 days.

This could also mean take a break from your save too. Maybe spend some time in CAS. Or in build mode. Or cleaning out your mods. You can still do sims things while letting your story brain rest.

TLDR:

There is no right answer for this, Nonny. I promise your photos are all gorgeous and your story is wonderful! But creativity like anything ebbs and flows so give yourself that grace to let yourself rest and just enjoy the game again, or enjoy time away from it! You deserve it you superstar creator!

#Sam Speaks #nonsims #looooong post #so sorry I got carried away #had to wait to get to my laptop to answer this one #which is why it took me a minute #hope you find your spark nonny!

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whentherewerebicycles · 4 months ago

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okay well I don’t know what’s going on but I am really hitting a mental and physical wall this week. I suspect it has to do with the fact that last week he suddenly stopped napping well and, by some strange coincidence, became 1000x fussier in the afternoons and evenings. here is how it is affecting me:

I am so… so tired

I am having trouble thinking especially when he’s been fussing for like three straight hours and my brain has just switched off as some kind of a self-protective mechanism

I am struggling to make decisions about how to handle the fussiness because so tired and also because I don’t really understand what’s going on with him or how to soothe him

I’m getting behind on student work because I no longer have consistent nap windows in which to work during the day

I’m soooo much snappier and more irritable with the dogs especially… like I know they’re understimulated and under-walked right now and that’s why they’re barking so much more and I know I gotta address the root causes instead of getting angry with them for reacting in a very normal way to feeling stir crazy. but also sometimes when they wake the boy up from one of his suddenly rare naps or otherwise elevate the noise level in the house I am like I NEED you to shut up. I love you so much and I know it’s my fault you’re bored but I NEED the noise to stop.

I am not eating well because the fussing often starts around lunch time and I just lose track of where I am in the day and forget to eat. and then by the time I remember it’s too late to do anything but microwave something fast and kinda shitty

I cannot change the fussiness. he is having some big sleep changes and maybe a growth spurt or maybe he is just more alert to the world now and it’s harder to chill out. I pray that it is just a phase we are going through (where is my sweet chill baby of just a week ago) and I will also remind myself that so many things are going well. but what can I do to make this period more survivable for myself.

try to go to bed by 9:15 every night to maximize the sleep I’m getting even if it’s fragmented sleep (hopefully that won’t last much longer as he adjusts to not being in the swaddle)

consider asking his sitter to come a third day in the week for a while. use that time to catch up on student work (so I feel less behind and don’t have that additional layer of stress) but also use it to walk the dogs, cook, etc. and tend to other needs. I’m stressed about doing this because money 🫠 but I really need it and I also really need a break when he’s at peak fussiness levels.

scale back again. when I was feeling most overwhelmed before (around 6 weeks? idk it’s all a fever dream) I just focused on really, really scaling back the activities and outings so I could focus on feeding him and getting him to take good naps. I think I am trying to do too much now and I need to give myself permission to say no to things more and to consider the day a win if I just take care of the basics.

put headphones in when he’s fussing. I really need to stop feeling guilty about this and just do it. I will be so much better equipped to soothe/rock/bounce him if I’m not also listening to the nonstop lowgrade crying. it will not hurt him if I don’t listen to the crying. I can tend to his needs without listening to the crying.

try to give myself some grace. I cried a bunch tonight because he was so so tough to deal with this evening and I was feeling so maxed out. but then I was lying on my bed with him propped up against my legs facing me and he started playing his favorite “game” where he puts his feet in his little footie pajamas all over my face and chortles delightedly at my pretend-outraged reaction and it was soooo sweet and I was just like I love you so much 😭 I wish you felt better this week because then I would feel better too and more capable of being present with you. I feel like when he’s fussing soooo much it’s just so hard for us to have those sweet silly connections because we’re both so miserable and neither of us knows how to fix it. it’s tough! it’s tough. but we will get through this and I absolutely refuse to have any “am I a bad parent???” angsty feelings about this. I am a great parent and I am doing the best I can coping with this very challenging week. I cannot soothe him very well because he has a lot going on inside of him right now but I can make him laugh really hard by letting him put his little feet all over my face and that means I gave him at least one small moment of joy today. it’s enough! it’s enough. we will weather this.

#baby tag

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heartsywritesthethings · 1 year ago

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day 2 - "accidental"

Submitted by GA!anon

The first time was an accident. Truly. Reki had only been trying to help Langa get better footing on his board and placed both of his hands on Langa’s sides to keep him stable.

And he felt his friend tense up in a way that he was all too familiar with.

Being outrageously ticklish himself, Reki knew the tell-tale signs of someone who knows just how much danger they’re in if they let out so much as a squeak.

The second time, Reki felt like he was trying a tad bit too hard to make it seem like an accident. They were hanging out with Joe, Cherry, Shadow, and Miya, all of them sitting around and eating before their big race. Cherry and Joe were arguing as per usual and Reki wanted to get Langa’s attention to get him to focus on a cool new skateboard trick he’d found online. So he poked his friend in the side and watched Langa jump almost a mile into the sky and choke on his half-eaten sandwich. It all very quickly dissolved into chaos as everyone in the group just watched Langa sputter and gasp for air without really knowing the cause of it.

And Reki definitely noticed just how red Langa’s pale face had gotten too.

And now…now he was alone with Langa in the middle of the store as they waited for their manager to return and give them a break to go to S. It was just the two of them on the most boring Saturday that Reki had ever experienced. They’d already tried listening to music, watching videos, but nothing was…well, stimulating enough. And Reki just kept staring at Langa, knowing exactly how to entertain himself, but not sure how to begin.

“Hey, Langa,” Reki started, trying to force himself to sound casual. He even leaned against the counter and crossed his arms over his chest. Super casually.

“Reki,” Langa responded, not even looking up from his phone.

“We’ve been friends a while, right?” Reki continued and pulled out his phone as if he too were looking at something far more important.

“Yes,” Came Langa’s neutral response.

“But we don’t really know a whole lot about each other aside from skating,” Reki sighed. “But there is a game that we could play to learn more about each other,”

Langa looked up from his phone finally and raised an eyebrow, obviously interested at this point.

“It’s twenty questions. You have to answer yes or no and you have to tell the truth,” Reki demanded and leaned in closer to Langa excitedly. The Canadian, looking as unpreterbed as usual, just shrugged.

“Do I get to ask you questions too?” Langa asked, tilting his head to the side in an annoyingly cute way. Reiki thought about it for a moment and nodded.

“Yeah, sure, why not.” He said dismissively. “Okay, I go first. Um…”

Can’t start off too strong.

“Do you wish your skateboard was another color?” Reki asked.

“No. Are you bored, Reki?” Langa asked. Again, something about Langa saying his name sent a shock of electricity down Reki’s spine that he had to willfully ignore.

“Yeah, duh. Do you have a favorite memory of moving here?”

A smile tugged on the edges of Langa’s lips.

“Yes. Are you good at keeping secrets?” Langa asked. Reki did actually have to think about that one. Of course, he wanted to immediately say yes, but sometimes…well, the only person he would ever tell would be Langa.

“Yeah, I would say so,” Reki shifted a little, “Are you ticklish?”

The smile got a little strained on Langa’s face and his friend suddenly was very interested in his own ratty sneakers.

“Is there another game that we can play? Maybe we can watch more trick videos,” Langa said evasively.

Now, Reki watches cartoons and right now he felt as if two devilish cartoon horns forming on the top of his head. This was an in.

“We were playing a game! Just answer the question!” Reki insisted and moved closer to his friend. Langa crossed his arms over his chest and stared down at the floor with more intensity. Reki ducked down and tried to catch his friend’s gaze.

“Are you ticklish, Langa?” Reki asked, a teasing sing-song added to his voice. Langa’s lips pressed together.

“Can I skip that question?” Langa grumbled. Reki smirked.

“Sure,” He shrugged, “Where are you the most ticklish?”

“Reki.”

“It’s a simple question, Langa,”

“I already told you that I don’t want to play this–”

It was already too late. Reki lunged and grappled with his friend for only a moment before they were both on the hard floor of the skating store and Reki’s fingers wriggled over Langa’s sides. Langa tensed at first, his big blue eyes going wide, and then he dissolved into just the cutest fit of giggles that Reki had ever seen. Immediately, Langa curled up in on himself, trying weakly to bat away at Reki’s hands as he giggled away.

“You should have answered the question Langa!” Reki laughed along with him. Those pesky hands fighting back were making it hard for him to target any spot in particular. That was tad annoying, but it was definitely fun trying to evade them as well. Instead of wiggling his fingers, he shifted gears into just poking randomly at different spots on Langa’s upper body to see what got the best reaction out of him.

“Reheheheki!” Langa giggled and squeaked as a few key pokes found spots on his ribs that made him twitch.

“And since you’re skipping out on answering my least question…where’s your most ticklish spot?” Reki said smugly as he continued to poke around Langa’s upper ribs. He wanted more squeaks, that was for sure. “Is it around here?”

“Nohohoho!” Langa squeaked as Reki’s prodding fingers poked around his ribs some more.

“No as in ‘please don’t tickle me there’ or ‘that’s not my most ticklish spot’?” Reki teased. He shifted gears again, this time making his hands into claws and digging around Langa’s sides and stomach since he couldn’t get good purchase around the rib area. That would have to wait for another time. Maybe if he told Shadow and some of the other older (and stronger) people in his group, he could get some help in taking Langa down.

The claws seemed to be doing the trick though as laughter poured out of Langa’s mouth with abandon. His whole body went limp, his face scrunched up with laughter, and his nose doing just the cutest little thing as it crinkled up.

“Cute,” Reki muttered, mostly to himself. He turned back and noticed how Langa’s legs were kicking out as he continued to tickle him. Interesting.

“Hey, I think I may have a plan to find your most–” Reki started, leaning back and placing a hand on Langa’s leg to try and shift himself around.

In the blink of an eye, the tables were turned. Langa had not only shoved Reki off of him, but had also pinned him to the ground. This time though, Reki was on his stomach and Langa sat comfortably on his legs, granting him zero protection.

“Hey wait–” Reki squeaked.

“Reki, are you ticklish?” Langa asked innocently. “Yes or no,”

To....be.....continued.......

#submission #tickle fic #ga!anon #sk8 #sk8 the infinity #reki kyan #langa hasewaga

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bropunzeling · 10 months ago

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11, 22, 37!

11 Three tropes that are fine but overrated

oh gosh hmm. some of these are gonna come across as hypocritical lmao and also insert a healthy dose of "for me specifically" but: (1) i think soulbond/soulmark tropes can be done well, but mid executions of the trope focus a lot on ~finding~ the person rather than interrogating what it means to have bonds or marks or things of that nature, and leave a lot of interesting nuances about choice and free will and conflict between romantic relationships and other things you might want (career, friendship, autonomy, etc) on the table. i wish more takes on the trope let it be messy! (2) hurt/comfort done well is really fun but when people are just like. aggressively making their little guy sad and pathetic and a poor little meow meow whose never done anything wrong it gets grating. i love a sad guy but i prefer when they're sad because of shit they did to themselves instead of external factors. (3) curtain fic/established relationship stuff can be fun sometimes but like. there still needs to be a smidgen of conflict or growth or change or a shift for me to be interested. there has to be a point imo! even when i write my silly self-indulgent post-fic time stamps its important to me that there's a point to it beyond just "im love them" (though im DO love them)

22 What is it about watching the same two idiots falling in love over and over again?

i think the thing is, there can always be a new dimension to how these two idiots fall in love!!! every story is an opportunity to get at some new nugget of like, how people are, or what it is to be vulnerable and open and willing to risk heartache. with two different people you have so many opportunities to look at different shades and facets of their character. especially with rpf where real life events can shape characterization in real time. The Trade opened up a whole new dimension of matthew that creates new angles to investigate matthew&leon and what it means to fall in love with someone thousands of miles away and who you see even less (or, someday, for my break up/make up agenda)! jamie getting dealt to philly opens up new ways to poke at the jamie/trevor relationship by adding distance and tragedy and the potential of falling for other people! even picking a new trope or time period is just so fun for being like, now how would they be under THESE circumstances? also like, i LOVE flip-flopping who gets to be down bad immediately and who is oblivious because it's not only a fun creative challenge but also just opens up new worlds. idk! there's so many possibilities and so many facets to explore and to me that's delightful.

37 Do you research before writing or while you write? Is it fun or boring for you?

id say i do some up front, just to nail down the broad beats of the story and to minimize how much reworking i have to do later on (or for period type fics, to make sure that i dont introduce plot points that simply cant have happened in that time frame!), and some i do as i go -- for example, for a while there i just HAD the battles of alberta in 21-22 down pat because i was using them so often to shape story beats, but the games in between i had to look up as i went. i also am constantly pulling from new articles or features that offer new bits of characterization i want to use. tbh with the current wip i DO feel very wobbly because i don't have my normal anchors of the schedule/have to make things up, which is simultaneously freeing and hard because it's so much easier for me to write about sports games that really happened than the fake ones im constructing for the narratives 😂. but yeah id say mostly i research as i go!

#ask meme

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miguelmeiai · 4 months ago

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Life is Strange 2 - Alternate Storyline - Episode II ("Discoveries") - Part II

It's two in the morning, but Sean and Lyla didn't notice the time passing while they were at the Denny Blaine Park watching the sky, relaxing, venting, and wondering about going to space. Sean looks at his watch. "WTF, 2 AM? My dad is gonna kill me! I… I have to go home". Lyla tries to calm him down and convinces him that she is going to talk to Esteban so he wouldn't scold him.

They run back to Sean's house. When they arrive home, Esteban seemed desperate, but now relieved to see Sean.

─ I thought you had escaped from home because of our argument earlier. I was so desperate, your brother called me to tell me you escaped. Hijo, I'm sorry if I said something that might have hurt you. ─ Dad, I… I'm sorry, I just needed some time alone. And I was safe, I was with Lyla. ─ Hi ─ Lyla says. ─ You're still grounded, nevertheless, Sean. You live in my house, rules are rules. ─ Come on, Esteban, can you… ─ No exceptions for Sean, Lyla. He did something wrong, and he has to learn from his mistakes. ─ It seems Boss Esteban won't, Sean. I tried my best, but he didn't even let me speak. ─ Come on, hijo, you left me desperate. Don't you think I deserve a hug?

Sean rolls his eyes. ─ I'm sorry for everything. He hugs his father. ─ I love you, Sean. ─ This was all Daniel's fault. He's such a jerk! ─ He isn't. And I'm glad he told me you left home without my permission. Luckily you're back, safe and sound. Are you calmer now? ─ Yeah… talking to Lyla really helped me. Esteban looks at Lyla, grateful. ─ Thanks for being a nice friend to my son. I'm relieved that he has someone to look after him. ─ This is such an easy task… most of the time. I mean, I like spending time with Sean, he's like… the nicest guy in this town. Daniel comes running and hugs Lyla. ─ Hi, Lyla! ─ Hi, Daniel! ─ Thank you for bringing my bro back home. ─ You're welcome ─ she laughs while caressing Daniel's hair. Daniel looks at Sean, mad. ─ You're a bad bro, Sean! I miss the times when you were nicer to me… ─ I'm sorry, Daniel… it's just that many things have been going on in my mind recently. I'm a little stressed. ─ Daniel, give him a break ─ Lyla gently asks. Teenage years are sometimes hellish. You'll get there one day and understand what I'm talking about. ─ I promise I'll try to be nicer to you, Daniel. Lyla yawns. ─ I have to go home, man, I'm so tired. Catch y'all tomorrow. Sean hugs her. She turns her back and walks back home. Sean gets inside with his family. Esteban is still a little mad at him. ─ Son, I don't know what to do with you. I wish I could help you more, but I don't really have much free time to spend with you. ─ I feel that you always understand Daniel and believe whatever he tells you, but you don't always do that to me. ─ I'm sorry if I've been acting that way… Daniel looks at Sean while holding a joystick. ─ Wanna play with me, Sean, please?! ─ Yeah, but I don't think dad will let… ─ I think papito can make an exception in that specific situation. I'd love to play with you, guys, but I have to go to sleep. I'm so tired after this eventful week. And please, don't have another fight! I get very sad when I see you two fighting. ─ I promise I will be patient with Daniel. ─ Please. We are a team, we are the Diaz! There's no space for fights here. So, I really have to go now. See you tomorrow ─ he yawns. ─ Sleep well, and please don't stay up past four AM. Sleeping well is important. ─ We get it, dad, come on! ─ Okay, Sean… He goes to his bedroom. Sean and Daniel sit on the sofa. Sean is a little sad. Daniel turns on the TV. ─ Why are you sad, Sean? ─ I had a bad day at school yesterday… ─ What happened? ─ I don't know if you'd understand, but… I saw… a crush of mine… hanging out with another dude. ─ Who is that crush? ─ Daniel, let's focus on the game. ─ You never tell me anything! You're boring! Sean laughs. ─ You too, bro. He hugs Daniel. ─ You're jealous, aren't you, Sean? ─ I'm not… I mean… fuck, forget it. That's why I never tell you anything!

#esteban diaz #au #fanfic #fanfiction #fiction #life is strange 2 #sean diaz #daniel diaz #lyla and sean #life is strange 2 alternate storyline #life is strange

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macgyvertape · 7 months ago

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Thoughts on Season of the Wish

Its funny that Mara has now been the focus of 2 extended seasons. Overall I love how this expansion year has had a lot of female antagonists, and conflicts between characters who are against the Witness but not allies like Mara vs Riven, Eris vs Savathun.

Also Bungie has really been able to iterate successfully with randomized maps and enemies in seasonal activities. Its fun to have modes where abilities or weapons are boosted like Asha’s Gifts, the Arcana Cards, and buying things from Riven it can really let niche or non meta builds shine. Gameplay:

Is Mara’s outfit more shimmery this season or is it just my better graphics card? It really is a good design for space royalty

Understandably the devs wanted to get their full use of the Riven’s paths, but between appearing in the story missions, Riven’s Lair activities, and The Coil I was tired of running them by the season end. I’m not sure if it was a limitation of how randomized areas worked, but it was annoying to have one extra connecting hallway and portal from the start to the first combat area.

The Coil once scoring was buffed was a very fun activity, Riven’s Lair however didn’t seem to have rewards worth it until Bungie started the daily red borders from activities. Frustrating however that the reprised Undying weapons weren’t included in the red border buff.

The Guardian Games skimmer has been so much fun to use, especially how it can cross gaps or height differences that are meant to block sparrows, shame that getting it was obviously set as a player engagement grind; watch twitch a lot, be lucky with your personal schedule for focus activities to compensate for bugs, or compete with the streamer try hards for top 10%.

I noted in this season the other player engagement metrics; “please login each week” with the free bright dust but the 20% silver sale popup felt much more predatory, especially how there still isn’t a silver package that directly matches the silver price of one season.

Blind Well got a buff in difficulty which is understandable since the power sandbox has changed. However I wish the Ada bounty would be reworked to compensate, since it's not worth the time spent.

Never thought I’d say it but had a great time with the Crucible seasonal challenge. I haven’t touched mayhem in a while but running arc staff hunter, Shinobu’s vow exotic, and demolitionist perk Mountaintop led to some really great combo loops.

I enjoyed Onslaught a lot, however I wish instead of a short playlist mode that isn’t rewarding, there was a 30 minute based mode since an hour for a full run is a big time commitment. No wonder 2 rounds in Legendary then leave became so popular as being most value for time vs reward.

The Archie quest was cute and a lot of fun, nice to go back to older areas for hide and seek.

I thought Pantheon was fun and I hope a version of it comes back since sadly I didn’t do more than week 2 due to time constrictions and trouble finding a group. I’d love to play through the 2 Rhulks especially at a less than -20 power difference.

Plot

I love summoning Riven ended in a dramatic “I refuse”. Sloane and Ahsa's storyline was about trusting someone’s good intentions, this season was about a “bargain not based on trust” just the mutually assured consequences of breaking it

Really like the song that plays in boss fights in the Coil as a remix of Forsaken tracks. I hope it appears on the Destiny Music archive eventually since this season didn’t have a soundtrack released

I can’t believe after all that hype we don’t even get to see a Harbringer

“I yearn for you to stop talking” IMO Crow is at his most enjoyable when he has a bit of fight to his comebacks. This really is the season of re-evaluate my feelings on Crow, where I really disliked him in season of the Risen and have overall been bored by him since he got his memories back.

Riven imitating Shaxx and then threatening to imitate Sjur was really mean, and really funny direct nod at the Shaxx/Mara fanon. I really enjoyed the mutual antagonism this season between Riven vs Mara, Crow, and Petra. Really curious how bad Riven would twist the wish of the Dreaming City safe that she dares them to make

Hearing the Oracles in the one mission was startling enough to gimme flashbacks to hours spent in VoG. It's an unsettling tone, though musically I’m not sure why, or if its just that my raid role was oracle spotter.

The “can only send 1 person reveal” sparked such a fun fight between Mara and Riven that it made it my 2nd favorite season this year. I really have missed the story element of people on the same side being antagonistic towards each other

“You and I will see where the river flows” Riven has been the most interesting character this season, and this has been my favorite Mara character writing since her brief appearance in Forsasken. It felt like a good final send off for Riven, with the slight possibility that she could come back if there was an interesting enough story reason

Lmao Crow Mara special twin bond magic, and he says it was his purpose. I dislike this being his Destiny (pun intended) or that any of the Sovs have a fated path vs making their own choices.

“I’m tired Mara I’m ready for what comes next. It's ok to admit you are too”. Osiris was a side character this season but I really like his character arc about being excited there might be a resolution, an end in sight. Hope that works out for him

Its a big contrast to Petra who starts the season worn down by the curse in the dreaming city and fighting an unwinnable war, and ends the season saying that her focus has to be on her people in the future, with the implication the attacks by the Vex will be The Final Straw (pun intended)

Awwwwwwwwww I feel so sad finishing the story and getting [defeaning silence] when doing The Coil. I then stopped doing seasonal activities in that character and didn’t finish the story in the others

Lmao Crow hammer firing Hawkmoon then using melee recharge dodge when no enemies were around. His ass is not proccing Paracausal shot (there’s a reason I deleted Hawkmoon and don’t use it)

Interesting that during the Crow vs Cayde standoff “Thin Line” which is Uldren’s leitmotif doesn’t play. It did of course play when Uldren shot Cayde but also when Zavala discovered who Crow was. I feel like Crow shooting Cayde has been covered exhaustively so I hope that isn’t a major point of The Final Shape.

Also I’ve been saying Rheasilvia wrong. Rey-a-silvia. I’ve also been pronouncing Jolyon wrong all these years

#destiny 2 #Season of the wish #I’m glad that I got more time to spend with this season and Witch

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a-quiet-autumn · 8 months ago

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incoherent sims rant

i always find myself getting burned out anytime i start a new save bc i either didn't move fast enough or moved too fast and i have no idea how to find a healthy balance.

i also hate playing directionless gameplay, so i look to challenges to give me an idea of what to do, but then i get bored of challenges because i either accomplish the goals too quickly and am left with nothing for my sim to do for the rest of their generation OR i take forever to accomplish the goals, so by the time they start having children i'm nowhere near done with their goals and i feel overwhelmed because i'm trying to focus on raising their children but also accomplishing their goals at the same time

i also, despite owning majority of the packs, have never fully played with/experienced ANY of the packs. so anytime i think about starting a new gameplay, i think about trying to play through one of the packs, but then i want to focus on more than one at a time so i get overwhelmed again and the cycle keeps repeating

i wish it was easier to enjoy this game without having to look to challenges or my own creativity to find interest in it. i know every sims player goes through times where the last thing they wanna do is play this game, but i think a lot of us also go through this, where we WANT to play the game, but no matter how we approach it, we find ourselves bored before we get that far

i think it all just comes back to how lackluster the sims 4 (specifically) is. half of the packs (especially expansions) could have easily been made into one big pack including content from all of them, rather than multiple different $40 packs that feel unfinished and are often times bugged beyond belief

no one should have to wait months after a packs release for the bugs to be patched so they can consider purchasing (as i did with wedding stories and am still doing with for rent). no one should have to spend the equivalent of a single game's cost on an expansion pack that really doesn't expand upon the game all that much

and i think where the problem is glaringly obvious is when you look at the base game. obviously i know the game is going to be more fun and have more things to do with pack content. but even basic things like shower woohoo, the playmat for infants, bathroom stalls, are all locked behind packs.

when growing together first came out, i didn't consider buying it because i figured we'd at least have enough infant content in the base game to make it worthwhile. but i found myself purchasing growing together IMMEDIATELY after updating my game for infants because without it, infants are just a more annoying version of the base game babies. they are ONLY fun and interesting if you have this pack

and yes, i know we have gotten a LOT more stuff in the base game in the 10 years the sims 4 has been around. i've been playing the sims 4 since it released. i've seen how the base game has grown and changed. i watched how we went from the saddest excuse for "range" with the skintones to the skintone update. i was there when we didn't have POOLS or TODDLERS. i've seen them finally start to add more ethnic and diverse hairs and outfits. but is it enough?

i'm not a game developer, i'm not a cc or mod creator, i have no idea how much effort, time, or resources it takes to make content for this game. and yet, month after month, cc and mod creators manage to do more than ea and the sims team have done for the sims 4 since it released. month after month we see these creators come out with new and unique content for this game, mod creators working as hard as they can to get any broken mods updated as soon as possible. yet the sims team and ea themselves will let bugs, some even game breaking, go on for months or even years without so much as the slightest acknowledgement.

i don't really have a goal in all of this. i don't have a solution and i know i'm preaching to the choir. i know thousands of players have complained about every single thing i've mentioned in this post and nothing has changed and nothing will change. i just felt the need to get it off my chest.

i hope, somehow, before the sims team and ea move passed the sims 4 onto the sims 5 and/or other projects, that we get more for this game and that none of it is locked behind a $40 (or less) paywall. the base game has come a LONG way in these last 10 years. but it can still use a whole lot more

#just needed to get this off my chest #i adore this game and this franchise and i always will #it has been a part of my life my ENTIRE life #but for the sims 4 to be in the state its in after 10 years is nothing short of sad #sims rant

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inkwell-intrigues · 2 years ago

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TSTS Annoucement

I was hoping this wouldn't happen. Like, I always knew it could happen -I remember seeing this happen to a bunch of fanfiction writers when I was a kid- but it really sucks.

So, I'm crazy burnt out from writing AND Cuphead has stopped being my current hyperfixation. (I'm also on different medications now- which probably doesn't help.)

Even the thought of Cuphead right now gives me pretty bad stress, because of how far behind I've fallen in writing The Strength and The Sight.

I know I made a post literally a few weeks ago saying that I was back and all that stuff, but... After I sat down and started trying to write I began to realize that not only was I badly burnt out, but also The Strength and The Sight's plot/focus/etc has changed multiple times during the process of me writing it. This has led to a LOT of inconsistencies in terms of the plot, character arcs, and in general, the pacing ended up being all over the place because of it.

For instance, Chalice is supposed to be one of the main characters, but her role in the story has changed a bunch AND I ended up focusing on her a lot less than characters who were supposed to be side characters- like Ginette. (I love Gin, I swear, but she wasn't supposed to be as big of a focus as she ended up being. -That mainly came about from me getting super obsessed with her character and forgetting my other characters- In multiple chapters, she even overshadows the brothers. Oops. xD)

This all has led me to realize: Even if I wasn't burnt out- I simply cannot continue writing a story that I know has inconsistencies.

So, does this mean that The Strength and The Sight is over? No. No, it does not.

This post is me announcing that I will NOT be taking a break or canceling the story in the traditional "burnt-out fanfic writer" sense. Instead, I will be REWRITING the entire story- starting with outlining the plot from the beginning in lots of detail and sticking to the plot I set.

This rewritten version will be filled with full-color illustrations, more focused, and A LOT shorter. While mulling over the idea of a rewrite, I realized just how needlessly long TSTS has become. Like, the book which I use as a reference and inspiration, Scythe by Neal Shusterman, is only 102k words, while mine- which is not even halfway done- is 114K. (There are a lot more examples of my word count v.s. other books, but I won't bore you all with those numbers.)

BUT, I don't want to leave you guys in the dark while I begin this intense process of rewriting TSTS. So, instead, I want to continue posting on this current fic as a sort of "journal" of my progress. I know a lot of you guys are writers yourselves, so this could be a super cool opportunity for you guys to see my process and learn some tips and tricks along the way.

My long-term goal is to post a probably 100% finished redone version of The Strength and The Sight when The Cuphead Show is renewed and the new season releases on Netflix. (I'm manifesting so hard, IT WILL BE RENEWED I KNOW IT) Or I'll try and release it if/when Studio MDHR releases another Cuphead thing/game. Whatever comes first.

Until then, I'll be using this as my progress journal. I'll be posting rough sketches (because I'll also be doing updated illustrations!), rough outlines (with redacted spoilers, lol), and more!

I know this is probably really disappointing. I'm kicking myself quite a bit here and wishing I'd been able to finish TSTS before I got burnt out, but I believe that everything happens for a reason. My hope is that TSTS will be a much better and higher-quality novel because of this rewrite.

Thank you for your patience and I'm truly sorry for all the delays. I promise that I'll do everything I can to make The Strength and The Sight worth the wait.

-- Your Friend, Inkwell Intrigues

#tsts #the strength and the sight

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softlyapocalytpic · 2 years ago

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Another late game draft of a scene I wrote a few months ago. Wip… Friday early morning…?

Context: Sunshine is one of the Courier Six and the companions she’s closest too are Veronica, Cass, and the subject of this fic: Arcade! He was one the last to join the ‘Lucky 8’s’ but he couldn’t resist not getting involved when he realized that a bunch of people with no idea what they were doing were in charge of deciding how the war went. He and Sunshine are friends through spite, luck, and dedication and so he trusted her with helping him gather the Remnants. She generally responded with answers that encouraged Arcade to let go of the past to forge a new future.

[Something, something, something about Arcade going to go help the Followers of the Apocalypse instead of staying with the Remnants and leading them at the Second Battle of Hoover Dam.]

And then Sunshine, in all of her elegance after he bore his heart to her said, “Wait-what? That’s bullshit.”

Arcade stared back at her, “I… what?”

She didn’t elaborate, “What do you mean you’re leaving? The war isn’t over yet!”

Arcade blinked back at her in surprise. Were they not having the same conversation? He furrowed his brow. He’d thought they’d finally been on the same page for once, in fact he’d really taken to heart all she’d said, after all if anyone knew about freedom of the self… it was her. Perhaps she misunderstood what he meant? It’d be far from the first time they’d had a miscommunication.

He started again slowly, “Sunshine… I want to go back to the Followers, to Freeside. When the war breaks out they’re going to need all the help they can get. Let’s be honest here, I’m much better off there than I am here. Sure, for a moment I thought…” He let himself trail off as everything he’d been working through these past few months came to the surface.

He shook his head and continued, “That doesn’t matter now. You were right. I’ve lived in the shadow of my father’s legacy for too long and I need to move on and focus on what I care about.” He chuckled sheepishly, “I wasn’t much for combat anyway.”

“Yeah, I know I was right, but that’s not the point. How’d you get from anything I said that you should run back to Freeside with your tail tucked between your legs?”

She stared at him like he was being the unreasonable one, and angry heat rose to his cheeks as he stared, incredulously, back at her.

He tried, and failed, to take a steadying breath, “I- what is happening right now? What are you even saying?”

Unsurprisingly, she didn’t back down, because of course she couldn’t after gloriously putting her foot in her mouth again. No, he could see the fiery determination in her eyes, like she was fighting a battle that no one else saw. He wish he understood what was going through her head- it was always an uphill battle with her. Where did the breakdown begin? When had they stopped being on the same page?

Had they ever been? Had he just been making it up this whole time? When she’d talked about moving on from the past, how sad and pathetic she thought it was that the Remnants were caught up in it, he’d thought he’d finally got it. And then…

No, that was stupid. They had been communicating. They were friends. He wasn’t living in some other reality where none of that was true, but then what was even going on here?

She said, “You heard me! Shits getting tough and you want to go back to a place where you didn’t even make a difference- you’re not making your own path you’re just running away,” and it was like a record scratching. A rubber band snapping under the stress of too much pull.

Yes, that seemed rather fucking accurate. The cool icy wave of shock hit him so hard he stepped away from her, and he felt his eye twitch. He’d been patient, maybe a little critical, but he’d given her chance after chance. She put her foot in her mouth? He took the time to understand what she was saying. She made yet another impulsive decision? He helped her figure out how to fix it in the aftermath. She needed something to listen and help her understand how her fucking actions and words hurt people, HE WAS THERE. He’d been pulled in so many directions, asked to fill hats that he’d had no business filling, and he’d done so because he knew that in the end he was making a difference.

Both with the Followers and here he’d been curt and yes, a little sassy, if you wanted to call it that, but he’d been exceptionally patient with a world that kept asking more and more of him. He’d answered that call because he cared. He bothered to give a shit when no one else did, but now?

Now?

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

There was a flash of uncertainty in her eyes, but at this particular moment he didn’t care. He continued on, and this time, he didn’t leave any room for her to butt in,

“I thought I understood you. Really, I did. I thought we’d gotten on the same page, that we had learned to communicate with each other about how we’re feeling, but this? This is frankly ridiculous. I don’t even understand what you’re playing at here, Sunshine! Am I a player in the game, and you’ve just outsmarted me, or am I just a pawn for you to jerk around and place wherever is best? Ready to be sacrificed for your benefit the moment it’s most convenient for you?”

“Cade-”

“No. Don’t. I’ve had enough. I’m not going to let you manipulate me the way you so love doing to others and I’m not going to let you charm your way out of this one. I opened my heart to you. I was scared, I was unsure, and I was trusting you because I thought I knew you and knew that you better than anyone would ever give you credit for. You were all about letting go of the past, of not letting the legacy of others define you, because you yourself didn’t want to be defined by Amy.”

She flinched.

“What was going through your head this whole time? What was even your honest opinion on everything I told you about my life? Did you suddenly realize that I wasn’t going to be playing a part in your little war anymore, and decided yank me back, or were you just scared you were going to lose control of me? It’s so ironic, really, how it seems like you’ve gone to take House’s place in the grand scheme, but he wasn’t on the ground to deal with the consequences of his actions. But you are. And I think you know that. You’re scared. You’re scared of a lot, and that’s why-”

“Yeah! I am!”

He stopped. He stopped and he watched. Tears spilled over brown eyes that were too soft for someone like her, and she was crumpled in on herself, smaller than he’d ever seen her.

Sunshine didn’t cry. Ever. She got angry, she got rude, she got cold, but the one thing he’d never seen her do was cry through everything that had happened in the Mojave. If anything, he’d been expecting her to dish all of this back at him in equal force, but maybe for the first time he was seeing a young twenty-three-year-old staring helplessly back at him.

“I-I’m… I’m sorry, Cade. I’m sorry.”

Not once had she ever said that to him. Not once had she’d gone back on what she’d said and apologized because she was too prideful for that. He’d thought she still was.

“I-I just…” He watched her. Anger boiling off, he watched her struggle to string together the right words, and suddenly he remembered the stumbling idiot who asked him to travel with her. She’s said it all wrong, but her heart had been in it, and it was that charm that had brought him into her gravity.

Finally like a fish gasping for air, “What would you even do there? You weren’t- you weren’t happy. You spent your time trying to shove weeds together to make something you know you couldn’t. You complained constantly how you wanted to do more, be more for Vegas, and now you wanna go back? To WHAT?”

She continued, desperate, “You can’t go. You can’t. The Remnants- they need you. You’re good, Arcade, but the Remnants aren’t. They’re fucked up, but they like people with good hearts. Without a hear they’ll hurt people even if they don’t like it, cuz they don’t give enough of a shit about doing the right thing. The Followers have plenty of good hearts. They don’t need you. The Remnants do.”

He didn’t need to be a psychologist to know she wasn’t talking about them. This had never been about the Remnants, not for a minute. He didn’t think she’d say it. Then again, he hadn’t ever thought she’d apologize. He felt a little like an idiot that he hadn’t realize sooner.

“And I- I need you around too. I don’t,” she sniffed and tried to wipe away the tears, “I don’t know what I’d do if you left. You’re one of my best friends.”

Oh.

“Oh.”

Sunshine sighed, defeated almost, and said,“Ronnie is… she’s great. You two are… real similar. All heart, y’know? But she’s lost a lot her hope after what happened, and Half Pint, they had big ideas, but after the Divide” She grimaced and shook her head, “You’re the heart, y’know? The person who never gives up caring. You could be bitter, and jaded, but you wanna make the world a better place. Everybody else is too broken right now to fight like you do for a better world, and that could’ve been you but… you didn’t give in. You could’ve. But you didn’t, and you… being around you makes me better.”

“I don’t care, still, honestly, about being the best person who ever walked, but I care about what all of you think- I care about how you see me, and I know that… that I’d be lonely without you around.

“And you- you weren’t happy. I never really saw you smile when you worked at the Fort. You didn’t get to change anything. You didn’t get to be anything. Too scared to make a noise and get caught. But then you left and you- you argued! You laughed, and smiled. I felt like you- like you liked making a change, like you liked fighting for change.”

“I love Julie. She’s amazing, but she can’t change things the way you want her to, but you can.”

She looked to the door, “Fuck your dad. Fuck his legacy. Make your own. Don’t go to Followers to avoid him, and definitely don’t go if you give a shit about fighting for what you believe in.”

Oh.

Sunshine, true to her word, was always a wildcard. He laughed, honestly this time, and wiped a tear from his eye.

He said, “I don’t… I don’t think anyone’s defended me before. Or… or said that they needed me.”

Her shoulders relaxed, “Yeah, well…” she didn’t continue her thought.

“Thank you, Sunny. I’d really rather prefer you say it the right way the first time,” he laughed again, a little delirious, “I don’t know how you can speak so well and so poorly at the same time.”

“I… sorry. Again. I didn’t mean to- to hurt your feelings.”

“I apologize as well… even if I was warranted in being angry at you, it wasn’t fair to take jabs.”

She finally smiled up at him “Eh, I kinda deserved it.”

“Well, if you insist. You kinda did. Your kind of an asshole.”

I have a lot of feelings on this since I standby Sunny’s characterization and Arcade does give her hell for being an ass, but boy howdy I don’t want to give off the impression that she just gets away with being an asshole to people. Or, more accurately, that she gets away with being an ass to people she cares about. She requires a lot of patience, a lot of patience that she sometimes doesn’t deserve, but she cares a lot and while she selfishly wants Arcade close she also wants him to live his best life. It’s complicated!

Their dynamic has always meant a lot to me. I think big brother would be the wrong term, as would any kind of paternal figure label, but Arcade is Sunny’s family and she takes care of her family (eventually). She’s selfish, and knows it, and only starts to care when she realize the cool people she surrounds herself with are getting hurt from her being stupid.

And I think Arcade benefits from having someone who’s willing to take a piss out of things, and who really soaks in what his has to say about an independent Vegas. Who, despite her flaws, finds what he has to say really compelling and wants to make that future with him.

Also, I know why for gameplay purposes why all the companion quest lines end in binary choices, but they don’t accurately represent how I think Sunny or Half Pint would handle these situations. Sunny is all about shucking off the old, but she isn’t filled with mercy and forgiveness, but she isn’t callous and embittered. Anyway anyway, thoughts over.

#sunshine #fallout new vegas #fallout fanfic #arcade gannon #courier six #courier sunshine #fnv #fallout fnv fanfic #he does stay to lead the remnants but they #communicate back in forth so they don’t lose contact

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