#it's a trustworthy as fuck kind of car

[kifu]

Y'all. My family is a fucking blessing.

[retiredteabag]

I believe Nanami has always been a gentleman.

Due to the climate that exists, it can be hard to assume the best of people, knowing this, its not impossible to understand that in your time being a classmate of the man, you had previously been led you to figure the opposite of Nanami Kento.

Of course, you simply could not avoid the blatant roll of eyes when Nanami would bend down to retrieve a fallen pencil for his female classmate. Or when he would place an intentional hand on firm objects to protect from the possibility of future harm. And it would be remiss to not add that you had seen the men in your shared classes sigh anytime Nanami would defend a predominantly feminist sentiment in classroom discussions.

By no fault of your own, you had started to believe the masses that would perpetuate the rumor of his “white knight" status.

This assumption that Nanami was simply trying to get into a girls pants. By being kind and gentle with them, and by being a patient, learned, listener.

This idea all came to a front one day while you were on the train ride home.

Overfilled and uncomfortable, you had never felt so unsafe on your commute home than you had in that moment.

Call it hyper vigilance, but you had the intuition to locate a problem before it occurred. And even before the man, now plastered to your side, had weaseled his way into your proximity, you could smell the poor intentions from a mile away.

Fear sprung through you as you felt his body press against your own, you had a million thoughts flood your brain.

Should you shout at him? Make a scene? Would he accuse you of overreacting? Or perhaps you should simply try to move… but where to? You felt so terribly trapped that you couldn’t withhold the gasp that left you at the sudden ripping loss of his unwanted touch.

A commanding voice, unafraid of accusation, rang through the train car.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

You recognized the tall blond man immediately. He was in your ethics and rhetoric classes, and was notorious for being a real gentleman.

The typical assumption was, that this was for his own personal gain.

And, of course, being nice and being kind are not the same. He, to your knowledge, was being nice, instead of the latter.

Back to the moment at hand though, Nanami’s grasp never faltered on the perpetrators wrist, in fact, your classmate seemed to tighten his fist.

“I said. What the hell. Do you think. You’re doing.”

Real anger resounded from his tone. And every negative emotion from the situation seemed to echo in your brain.

Time passed slowly, all too slowly, and yet, before you could really understand the situation, you had ushered yourself onto your platform after your transport had come to a stop. And somehow, your classmate was staring down at you, asking if you were alright.

“I’m fine.” You force out.

You shouldn’t have to feel grateful nothing worse happened, you shouldn’t feel glad you weren’t physically harmed.

“I’m sorry. This must have been awful…” Nanami runs a hand through his hair and in that moment, all of your vitriol forces itself onto him as he finishes, “May I walk you home?”

Fury at his character, at this act, at everything that had happened today boiled the words out of your mouth, “Oh, for heaven sake, I’m not going to fuck you.”

“W-what?”

To his credit, he looks properly appalled. Stepping a wide margin away from you.

“I’m-I’m sorry, no.” He stutters, clears his throat, “that’s not what I- of course not-“

And he looks genuine in his fear at the thought.

“Right.” You sigh, “Well, thanks for all that, but I need to get home.”

He seems to wage a war within himself, to offer to bring you home, or to leave this be.

After a moment of consideration, he decides on the latter of the options. Solely because he knows now that you must not think of him as a trustworthy or safe individual. And rather than angry at this thought, he is sad. Worried about your past, and determined to be a safe option for you.

“Please get home safe.” And later you will wonder how he remembered you when recalling how he spoke out your name before saying, “I really am sorry, about all of this.”

You had walked home that night jumpy and cold.

—

It wouldn’t take but a week for you to begin questioning his intentions again after you watch your classmate deliver bagged lunches for the homeless outside of campus when he thought nobody was around.

When you had witnessed his genuine argument with another “one of the bros” after disagreeing with them in class.

And when you saw him offer to tutor any and all classmates that felt they might need a little help.

And while you were analyzing his motives, he started to develop his understanding of where you were coming from- eventually deciding that his goal would be to prove to you that he never had any ill will, and instead, cares for you as a human. Not for what you could offer him.

You don’t know yet, but he always has been a gentleman.

[preeningpisces]

Kenjaku NSFW Headcanons

Don’t yell at me please, I have extremely questionable taste

Lemme know if you want me to elaborate or write something about any of these ♥️

18+ content below, mdni, implied chubby f!reader, dark content

TW: implied non-con, mention of odd kinks

ꕥ Definitely the freakiest freak. Bitch has probably tried everything. Wherever your mind went, the answer is yes, he probably tried that too. This dude is old and bored and has too much free time on his hands; a perfect example of why retirement homes are a thing

ꕥ Very detached the whole time which is unnerving, but also sexy in a way. It’s like he’s just conducting an experiment and observing the results

ꕥ Making him lose his composure, no matter how brief, is one of the hottest things you'll see. Trust meee

ꕥ Their libido is greatly affected by the vessel, even their kinks/preferences are affected. Very aware where his tastes end, and the vessels begins, but he’ll entertain them regardless. Hedonistic mfer

ꕥ Loves figuring out how new bodies work. He has very unique insights about sex because of this, and it makes him surprisingly skilled. He knows his way around very well, and how different preferences can be or how differently ppl can experience pleasure

ꕥ Attracted to intellect & humor—goofy bitches rise up. People who interest him in some way are more likely to be kept around than someone with just a pretty face. He isn’t loving tho, he just likes someone he can fuck around with, and pick apart their brain for entertainment (not literally…I think)

ꕥ Likes that your body is so malleable, and submits to his touch. When he squeezes, his fingers dip into your flesh, as if he's an artist and you're clay—oh so poetic

ꕥ On the topic of submitting: I don’t think he’d be want to be submissive. He’s too egotistical and doesn’t trust other ppl enough. Maybe they’d fuck with it occasionally with someone trustworthy enough

ꕥ Yknow when people say things like ‘my ex used to do this thing with their tongue’ and they don’t really know how to describe what they did, or why it felt so good? That’s what having sex with Kenjaku is like. Lots of odd tricks in that squishy lil brain

ꕥ His dirty talk is direct, smooth and cold. Usually condescending. Again, they’ve got that scientist vibe so everything they say is almost like an observation, but somehow he says it in a sexy way. He’s a manipulator, so he’s good with his words. Also bro has 0 shame, they will say the nastiest shit if the mood strikes them

ꕥ Talkative in bed, kind of like when he fights. What a nerd. Someone shove him in a locker for me. It pertains to whatever you’re doing, don’t get me wrong, he isn’t lecturing you about cursed energy while he’s got you bent over. Probably.

ꕥ Not possessive at all, will totally pimp you out. Very cocky when you quickly realize they aren’t as skilled as him

ꕥ Likes to do shocking things in bed just to toy with you and see how you react. Usually pretty cruel and sadistic when they do these things

ꕥ Toy enthusiast, idgaf. Will tape a vibrator to your clit, get a fucking machine, and just leave you there for hours. He’d probably record it to watch later so he can go do his nefarious plotting and deeds while you suffer

ꕥ Medical kink king, he absolutely fucks with a nice speculum. He’ll strap you down to an examination table & crank you open like it’s a car jack. Inject weird shit into you, maybe some erotic e-stim stuff too

ꕥ I consulted Gege, and he said clit enlargement/pump. He’ll get it all puffed up and raw before going to town on it—both hot and horrifying

ꕥ Breeding kink but in the worst way

ꕥ Very very into fluids & mess: I’ll let you decide what that means LMFAO

ꕥ IDK I just get the vibe he's a whacky and unpredictable in the bedroom because he's all about reactions. He's just a curious lil guy, don't be mad at him

[stuffyflowers]

follow up to the bad driving post from yesterday. explanations under cut also feel free to argue with me lol

So basically top left = characters who drive badly but not in a way that will cause a crash, top right = characters who are actually all things considered good at driving, bottom left = characters who should not be behind the wheel ever, bottom right = characters who are good drivers in theory/most of the time, but certain factors can make them become car crash material.

Dalv: In my mind, Dalv is the most cautious and safe driver ever, to the point where he loops back around to being a shit driver. You do not want to get stuck in a lane behind this guy he will not go even CLOSE to the speed limit. He will probably let you through when he has right of way. etc etc. Ig on the bright side he doesnt get into enough situations where a car crash could really occur? yay?

El Bailador: Kind of guy who drives windows down music blaring probably speeding slightly at all times but somehow has never had anything bad happen to him. he is being protected by higher powers because he is sooooooo nice and cool :)

Ace: Ridicules all his friends for being bad drivers then actually gets behind the wheel and he sucks almost as bad. Yk, given how his whole thing in the Wild East is facepalming at the five's antics while arguably being worse than a lot of them in that regard. Why are you encouraging a child to gamble. Why are you tormenting blackjack with mooch. Whats his problem

Edward: Okay I didnt really know where to put Ed.. Hes in a weird situation where,, i think his biggest problem would be finding a car thats actually suited to him. Like how he wants to play the guitar but his hands are too big to actually play any of the ones they have. After that though, I think he'd be pretty good, at least decent! He does have some anger issues to deal with (beat up blembino that one time lol) that could cause problems but hes working on it :)

Moray: Pretty self explanatory. The most normal feisty five member. Probably their designated driver 90% of the time. The only reason theyre not completely top is bc their one weakness is whilst they ARE the voice of reason, they do ultimately go along w the group most of the time even if they feel whats happening is wrong. Maybe picks up on the five's bad habits a bit? Overall still a trustworthy pick for driver i think.

Flowey: Ok.do not take this too seriously..............Ik he doesnt have feet for th pedals but consider. Its funny. He can use his vines trust me (also even if he cant physically drive i feel like he'd have a really good understanding of driving. guy who has read every book is bound to have useless knowledge on topics that arent at all relevant to him. and you cant crash the car if youre not driving i guess!!!!!!!!!! but also. funny.)

Ceroba: Similar case as Ed. Actually good at driving but holy fuck the road rage. I feel she'd be worse at responding to it than him bc she has so little self respect. very "I will kill us both😳" attitude abt tailgating and shit like that. Usually better at keeping it in when shes driving with someone else.

Martlet: Maybe she should be furthest down bc she is the only one to canonically crash a vehicle…, Idk I feel like she’d be sliiiightly better w a car where her focus has to be constantly checked, she cant get distracted while filling in questionnaires with clover if she’s driving. That being said she is still. Yeah.

Mooch: similar to mart. Just cannot see her being a good driver. Sorry girl </3

Starlo: starlo.

Axis: faceplanted right in the center bc hes a wild card to me. Would he have insufferable road rage? Would he actually be pretty chill and responsible? Can he even drive if his foot is a singular wheel? Who knows.

[its-all-papaya]

landoscar + 41? 🧡 maybe fake/pr-dating-turned-real-dating coded, so maybe even + 56? like, they realize the fake wasn't that fake anymore 🙈 (insert i am in love are you in love audio here)

they are both in love, anon.

(because i found it kind of impossible to explain without adding sooo much exposition... oscar is not a driver. he's just... a guy. that mclaren found. to date lando. suspend your disbelief, idk)

send me a ship and a number and i will write a kiss

41. to pretend (or is it?) | landoscar | 1.2k

Lando is in over his head. His aching, pounding, hurts-so-bad-it’s-making-him nauseous head. If he’d known one throw-away trip to the club in Miami was going to complicate his life so irreparably, he would have tucked his P1 trophy into bed next to him and gone straight to sleep like a good, boring boy. Instead, he’d gotten catastrophically fucked-up on any number of things he doesn’t remember and tossed himself dick-first into an entire publicity nightmare. That’s the worst part, probably: Lando doesn’t even remember. He remembers taking shots with Max and Danny and he remembers – barely – stumbling to the bathroom, and the next discernable point on that mental timeline comes at approximately 6:45 a.m., when he’d woken up to go vomit and found his lock screen so full of notifications that it’d made him forget to wonder where the man he’d gone to bed next to had pissed off to so early.

Since then, every minute of Lando’s life not spent in the car has felt full wall-to-wall with interviews, and meetings with crisis management, and saying “I’d prefer not to comment on that” so many times he hears it on repeat like an ear worm when he’s falling asleep at night. And also Oscar. There’s been a lot of Oscar.

He’s waiting in the lobby of McLaren’s hospitality when Lando arrives down from his driver’s room after qualifying in Brazil. Lando wonders how he got in, if their bosses have finally decided he’s trustworthy enough to walk around unchaperoned. It’s funny that he ever didn’t have a pass, actually; he is technically a McLaren employee. Probably. Lando thinks he gets paid. They’ve never talked about the specifics.

Either way, however he got there, Oscar is by himself in the lobby, leaned back in a chair, thumbing at his phone. He looks up when he senses Lando’s arrival, and Lando must look even more pathetic than he even thought, because Oscar’s face immediately goes soft with concern and he leaps up to take Lando’s bag off his hands.

“Hey, you alright?” he asks. He slides the backpack onto his own shoulders and then steadies a hand in the middle of Lando’s back, thumb tracing comforting little circles near his spine.

Lando could lie, but there’s not really any point to that, so he lets his face fold into the grimace it wants to be in and presses his thumb between his eyebrows.

“Head’s killing me,” he says. It comes out weak.

Oscar makes a sad little sound in sympathy, and the palm on Lando’s back shifts to his side so Oscar can tug him closer. Lando doesn’t have the energy to fight Oscar on these things at the best of times lately, so he’s definitely not going to when he’s exhausted and sick with the pain behind his eyes. Even though there’s really nobody around to see them.

“Let’s get you back to the hotel, then,” Oscar says, and Lando has never agreed to anything faster.

Oscar leads the way out of hospitality and through the paddock, fingers linked securely between Lando’s own. It’s baffling that he’s already been around this circus long enough to know the way without help. Nice, though, because Lando’s not really in a state to be of any.

They run into a few people along the way – fans or sponsors or employees. Lando doesn’t get the chance to tell which are which, because every time somebody new greets them, Oscar’s fingers tighten around his own and he talks the both of them cleverly out of the conversation before Lando can even consider what he would say if he was left to his own devices. It feels nearly impossible that less than six months ago, Oscar could barely say two words to Lando without being directly asked to.

“Oscar!” he hears as they’re nearing the exit, and they’re so close to relative quiet that Lando can’t help but groan about it. Oscar squeezes his hand again like an apology as he turns to address whoever it is.

"What’s up?” Oscar asks. When Lando lifts his eyes from the pavement, it’s Max stood before them. Both of his hands are hooked in the straps of his backpack and his chest is heaving just a little, like he’d jogged to catch them up.

“You’ll of course be at the race tomorrow?” Max asks. Lando’s not sure where this conversation is going, but he’s pretty sure it doesn’t have to happen right now. He hopes the look he’s giving Max is sufficiently irritated.

It must do the job, because Max’s eyes brighten and he says “Not pleased about that, Lando?”

Oscar’s hand goes from Lando’s palm to his back again, quick, and before Lando can open his mouth, Oscar’s saying, “He doesn’t feel good.”

“Ah,” Max says. Lando can’t figure out the look he’s being given.

“The race tomorrow?” Lando presses. If they’re going to chat about whatever it was right now, they could at least get to the point.

Max nods, shifting his gaze back to Oscar, “You are staying, yeah?”

“Yeah," Oscar says, "Why?”

It’s taking too long. Lando squeezes his eyes shut and presses his forehead against Oscar’s shoulder, hoping the counterpressure might do anything at all for the hot ache in his brain. Oscar’s hand goes immediately to the back of Lando’s neck, like it’s habit, and his thumb starts drawing firm lines down the muscle there, hairline to nape. It feels…really, really nice, actually.

“You’ll fly back with us after,” he can make out Max saying, “to Monaco. Lando and I and a few others.”

That doesn’t really make sense. Oscar’s been planning to go home for a bit over the mini break, Lando knows, they talked about it nearly right away when the agreement was drawn up. Far be it from him to argue that point, though, not when Oscar’s saying “Yeah, thanks, mate,” and his thumb’s still easing the pain in Lando’s skull. Lando would blame it on the headache, but it’s not like he’ll mind the extra time with Oscar, either. Which Max knows.

Lando cracks his eyes open and shifts enough to squint suspiciously at his friend, but Max is just grinning happily at the pair of them.

“Very good,” Max says. Sure.

“That’s all?” Oscar asks. His thumb finally stills. Lando does not whine about it, but it’s a close thing.

“Yes,” Max says, “you can take grumpy home now.”

Then, before Lando can decide whether that’s worth getting upset over, Oscar squeezes the back of his neck and nudges him up off his shoulder. His eyes are apologetic when Lando meets them, and he kisses Lando once on the forehead as he slides their palms back together.

It’s nice. Domestic. Very convincing, probably. Oscar’s gotten really good at his job.

“We’ll see you, mate,” Oscar says.

Max clasps Oscar’s hand for a second, then squeezes Lando’s shoulder on his way by.

When he's a few steps off, Oscar says, “Ready?” like Lando hasn’t been begging to go this whole time.

Lando says yes, please and he can tell it's a little whiny, because Oscar says "Hey, okay love, I'm sorry" and brushes a gentle kiss against his lips. Lando thinks Max is probably too far away to see it, but Oscar would know better.

It’s not until they’re finally settled into the back of the car, sides pressed together, that Lando remembers:

“Max knows about everything. You didn’t have to… he knows.”

Oscar’s gaze is soft and maybe a little sad, for some reason, but he smiles past it and combs his fingers through Lando’s hair until he settles.

“Yeah,” Oscar says as Lando’s head falls back against his shoulder, “He does.”

[syre-stane16]

DO CRYO VISION HOLDERS DESERVE THEIR ELEMENT?

Sorry about how long this took, I told myself that I won't complete this series until I finish and publish another chapter of my fanfic. So I did. Then the exams :,-[

Ok, let's begin.

WHAT IS CRYO?

Cryo is associated with love in Genshin. I believe this comes from the 'the Snow Queen' by Hans Christian Anderson, where shards of a broken mirror corrupts the heart. So I can see an association there…

Ice is used as a preservative which is already perfect for Qiqi.

Ice is pretty, I can make a case for purity, clarity and Knowledge (because of the preservation aspect).

In terms of negative aspects: cold(world shattering idea over here), danger, isolation and slippery(trickster characters or smt)

let's begin.

KAEYA

Pretty boy already has the beauty aspect, however remember that there's more than meets the eye with this man. While I don't believe he's a completely bad person, I do think he could be a pretty dangerous character and so Varka was in the right keep him close.

Of course the slippery aspect works nicely with this man, I will make a case for isolation as well. Even if he does have people he cares about in Mondstadt, the dude that he should be closest to is Diluc, and well...

Also, Kaeya being aware of his role as a spy would further his feelings of isolation. The dude he trusted with that info blew up on him and the only other person we see him genuinely like is Klee.

Him being Kheanrian also allows him an association with the preservation aspect. He was told that his role would be vital for Kheanria.

Kaeya idolises family, he see's it as a very important part of a person's life. This results in one of the few concrete ideals this man exhibits. According to his informant Vile, he doesn't work with people who hurts other's families.

Abandoned by his biological dad [ I don't care if its for a good cause, its still abandonment,] he was adopted by Crepus, who died and had then falling out with his brother. I think we can safely state that he has familial issues.

Received the vision during THE altercation with Diluc. :/

DIONA

Diona's a bartender, and ice is an important part in cocktail mixing. She's open about her goals to dismantle the wine industry so we'll put her under clarity. She plays this cold, i-dont-care-about-you character, which is adorable when a child does it.

Her reasons for toppling down the wine industry is due to her father, the man is a drunk and though he doesn't become violent whilst under the influence, he still worries Diona with this addiction. Also, imagine the responsibilities that child would have. She has to take care of her father when he's in this state. We know she still loves her father though, so she has a complicated family situation.

She got her vision when she went out on a stormy night to find her father after he went missing while drunk.

She definitely loves her father, and her goals come from that love and desire to help him, even if it doesn't solve the root causes of alcoholism.

ROSARIA

Rosaria is cold and pretty isolated. She stays away from the activities of the sisters of Barbathos. She draws away from Mondstadt by being indifferent to the FUCKING ARCHON.

The people she tends to hang around with is Barbara [unwillingly], Kaeya [doesnt really trust him] and Venti[ It's Venti, the dude isn't trustworthy anyways]. Basically, her relationships in the tavern trio is, 'These two fucks are sus as hell so Imma monitor them.'

A brief explanation of her family situation. She was taken in and raised by a group of bandits. After betraying her gang, she had to kill her adoptive father. This is where she gets her vision.

She is taken in by Varka, after her 'family' was taken car of by the knights of favonius. She got the second chance since she was STILL A CHILD.

She stays and serves Mondstadt because she wants to repay the kindness she was shown.

MIKA

[Ok, so I did the research and notes like 2 months ago and I don't remember enough to elaborate on this part and I'm too lazy to go back to research so.... I'm just typing down the notes.]

Familial problems, knowledge, got the vision in a sticky situation, preservation [May come from the fact the my dude's a cartographer.]

EULA

Beautiful, dangerous, cold.

She is forced into isolation by her family and the people of Mondstadt due to her family history which is a fucking crappy thing to do. At least she has people on her side, so she's not completely alone.

I'll make a case of preservation, her family is an important part of Mondstadt's past, even if they were on the wrong side of history. bringing a major clan back this time in a positive light will preserve culture. Girl doesn't even deny her families past.

She got her vision during a low moment of her life, being cast out from Mondtsadt and her clan, unable to trade money for goods and services and left to fend for herself.

QIQI

Preservation because zombie. I guess she could be lonely, but she doesn't notice it that much. Adopted by baizhu. Whatever the FUCK I wrote here.

GANYU

As an adeptus, she has the role and duty of preserving Liyue. She was taken in by Cloud Retainer, and her story quest was her feeling lonely.

CHONGYUN

Reference to the chill you get when encountering spirits? Also his yang energy situation needs to be regulated via cold, so it could just be for mercy.

SHENHE

Obvious case for cold, isolation and danger. She was abandoned by her father and killed the monster she was sacrificed to. The adoptive daughter of Cloud Retainer. She is close with her new family.

AYAKA

Her clan are one of major players in the preservation of Inazuma. Due to her status, she feels isolated from the people she meets.

I'll make a case for Beauty and I've written down purity , which might come from the princess archetype she has going on? [ What was your logic me from two months ago? T-T]

The death of her parents had a toll on her brother, poor dude had to take over a FUCKING CLAN AND THE RESPONSIBILITIES AT THE AGE OF 16. I know Ayaka was also affected by their deaths as bad. And worst of all, one of her major emotional supports can't be close to her during such a hard time in her life.

I'm not saying she has any resentment to her brother or the people he serves, all im saying is that the Kamisato siblings were dealt a bad hand and I want people to appreciate them as much as I do.

I feel a strong case for love, especially towards her brother. Those two are pretty much all they have left.

LAYLA

All I have written down for her is knowledge. I'm gonna add preservation because her sleepy time conscience leaves a mark of her existence in the form of finished assignments.

It's weak, I know.

FREMINET

The knowledge aspect since he's fatus, Isolation [2 months younger me might have noted that due to his depression, hydrate yourselves btw.] I also wrote preservation down, if I wrote the essay down earlier I would've remembered the reason but I didn't and now I'll write more detailed notes, gods damned.

Love toward his siblings in the House of the Hearth, he also received his vision during a mission gone wrong that nearly killed him.

One of the children of the House of the Hearth.

CHARLOTTE

Knowledge, clarity, preservation [pictures], her camera is an act of love from her father.

WRIOTHSLEY

Chill guy. this dude LOVES, like have you played his story quest? have you seen his interactions? OH MY GODS.

Knowledge and Clarity may be a reference to the eyes and ears he has around the Fortress of Merropied.

He took measures to protect the people of Fontaine during the Flood, and he does protect the people of Merropied.

Orphan, taken in by a family, found out later that he was going to be sold, killed his 'parents', sentenced to prison, made new family. :)

CONCLUSION

This one was a lot of guessing and decoding on my end, which is completely on me, my notes should be better.

The broken family before finding a new one trend was interesting to me, it's not all characters but enough to get me wondering.

Is this what the Tsarista feels?

Think about it, maybe she loses her family during the archon war, or she feels disappointed in her first 'family' [ since I doubt a diety associated with love would be oogely-boogely about what the Heavenly Principals have done]. She finds a new family in the form of the harbingers, the leader being a Kheanrian.

Another thing I noticed is a lot of the vision stories I saw was like a helping hand to the users, like, it was granted to show them that there was someone on their side.

They were given a vision when they were the most isolated.

Which I think is sweet. It's loving. Warming my heart as I type this out. The Tsaritsa is going to be an interesting character. I know it.

[chatsurie]

Her little light

part 2

The first time had been heart wrenching. Even while getting out of the car her legs had shaken so badly she had feared for that short second that she would kneel over. What an impression that would have been, huh? Especially in front of a five star hotel that only the Elite of Society was able to afford.

It had indeed been a long cry from her run down apartment with it's screeching wood floors and the rattling walls from the incoming trains near the main station.

She remembered checking the picture on her phone multiple times and rereading all the information she had, before she had actually gotten out of the car, the driver shooting her another cautioning glance, as if to say 'don't fuck this up or it'll be your head on the platter'.

The man she had been waiting for, had stood in front of the entrance his phone in his hand, rapidly typing something. She had taken a deep breath, when she had realized that at least the picture had been true. Sure, the agency checked their clients before accepting them, but an agency already being deeply in the illegal network had never seemed extremely trustworthy to her.

The anxiety doubled down, when the stranger and her went into the restaurant with her on his arm.

It was alright. She only had to get through the night. She only had to survive this dinner, looking pleasant like a dumb doll, and would then just have to accompany the man to his hotel. Nothing more nothing less. Just dinner and Sex. And after that she would have a big wad of cash that she could have never brought in while bartending.

Everything would work out fine.

Sex had seldom been a pleasurable occasion for her, even before then. She was used to just lying down and taking what they gave or giving what they wanted.

That night she understood that there was a different kind of humiliation of taking the tip of the table while the client explained to her that he would definitely reschedule her while wiring her agency the money which would then immediately go back to hers, obviously minus the interest.

That morning, after sending her babysitter home, she had slid down the shower wall and cried under the shower head. She had still been able to feel his hands everywhere. There had been marks all over her body. Bites, the occasional handprint from the slaps he had dished out, and her hair still hurt from the way he had pulled on it.

That morning she had prayed to never have to meet this man again.

But alas, it was another bill paid. It was another wad of cash that went into the savings for her little light. Maybe she wouldn't have the life she had always dreamed of having but she would make damn sure that her son would get whatever the hell he wanted. She would make damn sure that her little light at least would have everything he needed.

And maybe some day, when Kiro was grown up enough to understand, and when she had enough saved up to move them to a better place and when she had gotten her online degree, she could become a mother Kiro could be proud of.

Yes. Maybe some day.

What a great dream that had been.

Now, a good five years later, there wasn't even an inch of anxiety left over as she sat at the fine table waiting for one of her regulars.

He had been an intimidating man, when she had first met him. Through the vetting she had done beforehand she had known exactly who he was, what he was and most importantly, who he worked for. It had taken some time until she had been able to engage in completely normal conversation with him, since she had also been quite new to the business at that point and he could be intimidating enough on his own as well.

However after being his escort for a good of four years, she could pride herself in knowing the man quite well. He really was nothing more than another rich Dude with too many connections and own emotional problems to honestly consider Dating.

That was always the best client to have.

“Good Evening, Koko!” Smiling brightly the young woman got up, as the man made his way over to her table. His usual red jacket thing, she never knew what to call it exactly, hung loose over his arms reminding her that he probably hadn't eaten right again.

But that wasn't something she was to worry about.

It was none of her business

“Evenin'.”

His voice sounded a bit gruffer than usual as well as he leaned down to press a light kiss on her cheek in greeting. It was one of those nights then.

The bracelets on his wrists jingled as he pulled away her chair for her to sit in, before taking a seat as well.

She remembered the first time he had done that for her. Up to this point her clients had been relatively well behaved, but Koko had been and still was her best paying client. Surprisingly enough he was also the one who was the most cordial, if she could call it that. When he had pushed away the chair for her the first time she had been so flabbergasted that she had outright told him to not do it again.

The simple raise of his brow had made her apologize for the apparently perceived disrespect immediately and she honestly didn't know why he had decided to meet with her again.

“How was your week, Koko?” She always started with some light conversation before Koko would tell her what exactly he expected from her when it was one of those days.

He only grunted, as the waiter left their table.

“If we ignore the idiots at work that I have to deal with on a daily fucking basis, it was okay-ish.”

Someone was prickly.

As he took a sip from his red wine she felt him scrutinising her in a way that he hadn't since their first meeting. It was the moment she knew she wouldn't like what he would say next. Maybe he finally got tired of her?

He sighed shaking his head and taking a sip from his water, “anyways. How was your week? I hope you bought yourself something for once? Honestly. I don't think I have seen one dress on you that I never saw before. What do you do with all my money?”

If she were any other person his direct call out might have stung the way it was supposed to. Now though, she only made a note to put special attention on the left side of his spine when she gave him a massage later. Koko was rather difficult to handle when that man hadn't eaten, hadn't had a somehow uneventful work day and a tense back to top it off.

“Well, I'd say what I do with my money, Koko,” she simply teased, a flirtatious lilt in her voice as she took his free hand and starting a light massage of his muscles, “isn't any of your concern, as long as I look perfectly the part I need to look. Wouldn't you say?”

“I have a proposition for you.” He started again, after looking her up and down, his tone serious, still not pulling his hand away. It was always a good sign. “First of all, I would double the rate I'm paying usually for the evening in question.” He stopped, letting the information sink in.

Double the rate? That was... that was a lot of money. That was honestly too much. He was talking about 15k for Gods sake. With that money the dream of being able to send Kiro away for college seemed all the closer. He would be able to get the best education there was with everything she had already saved for him. Hell, maybe, just maybe he would even be able to study outside the country when the time came.

What was the catch?

So deep in her thoughts, she hadn't realized she had stopped the massage, until Koko lightly tapped her hand, which made her start up again, though a bit more hesitantly. Koko only started up speaking again, after the fact.

“Second, I wouldn't leave you the whole evening. You'd be by my side the whole time.”

Oh she really wouldn't like that, would she?

“I'll also take it upon myself to send you the correct wardrobe for the evening. The only task you would have is look pretty on my arm as usual and maybe have some pleasant conversation.”

“What is the evening about?” She asked him after a while of silence as he didn't seem like he wanted to elaborate and for a short second she thought she saw something like guilt flash through his eyes.

“It's a simple business dinner with the executives of my organisation. Not more not less.”

What?!

That was it?

15k just for that?

She had to be missing something there. Right?

Wait. His organisation? Wouldn't that mean Bonten? As in the most dangerous Gang in Japan right now? That Bonten?

The amount suddenly started to make sense.

“For what do you need a date for that?” There was a slight accusatory tone in her voice and she withdrew her hand. Sometimes she just couldn't keep her thoughts inside her head.

Koko chuckled, “can't I simply enjoy your presence?”

She bit her lip. That was a sweet deal. But was it worth the potential danger? What if this meeting ended up being the one finally creating the bullet with her name on it? She couldn't let her Son grow up without a mother!

“Can I think about it?” She asked him after a short while.

Koko nodded slowly. “I can give you three days. Then I need to know. The dinner would be in a week. Saturday night at 10.”

If she really did decide to go she would have to find another babysitter. The teenager who usually looked after Kiro, a sweet eighteen year old girl who was preparing for entrance exams had already told her that she wouldn't be able to work next Saturday.

After that conversation was over, some stress seemed to fall of from Koko's shoulders and the answers he gave her throughout the rest of dinner were nothing short of polite and charm.

“Ready to go?” He asked her, as the waiter cleaned up the plates.

It was time for that part of the night, she still dreaded. In all the five years of doing the escort service it just didn't seem to get any easier. Sure it helped that Koko was a regular and surprisingly more gentle than most of her clients, but she just didn't seem to be able to get over the feeling of powerlessness it gave her.

Koko's hand on her back created a steady pulse as he led her outside after paying.

The ride to the hotel was quiet. His hand had wandered from the small of her back to the inside of her thighs in the same way it always did only leaving its place when he needed to switch gears. Funnily enough it were always these car rides that the young woman realized that out of all the clients she had, Koko was probably the most touch starved. He always needed some kind of bodily contact if the surrounding allowed for it.

The hotel the two stayed at was always a different one, always high end, and always in a part of a city she could have never dreamed of stepping in without him. Out of curiosity she once visited Ginza, a part of Tokyo, Koko liked to stay at on her own when she had made the time and just looking at the hellishly expensive shop windows made her feel filthy. And that was after starting to make good money with the whole escorting spiel.

The hotel Koko had chosen this time was another glamorous one. The name did scratch an itch, but she couldn't really explain why.

After Koko had parked and opened the door for her, he gave the keys to a valet who seemingly didn't need a reminder to be extremely careful with his car.

The inside of the hotel was as luxurious as the outside and it honestly didn't do anything to cause her wonder anymore. It was just another picture of what she would never be able to afford, because her first and last concern would always be the well being of her son. That's where her money went and that's where she was happy seeing her money going. If having sex with rich men, could buy her son the best education and a flat in a good part of the city then that was all that was needed.

And who knew. If she really did take this job Koko had proposed, maybe she could finally at least take a step back and restart her own education.

Maybe it really did end up being worth it.

The ring of the elevator, signalling that they had reached the suite pushed her out of her musings violently.

It would be fine. Just the same old, with someone she at least partly trusted. Hell anyone would be worse than Koko. After all maybe she could even consider him a nice acquaintance at this point.

He was careful with her in a way no other of her clients were. There really wasn't a need for her anxiety to spark again.

“How about you finally get rid of this awful jacket so I can get out that painful knot near your spine again.” She whispered in his ear, while letting her fingers glide slowly up and down his back, the cloth of his jacket feeling as expensive as always.

“I always wonder how you know,” Koko answered while turning around, “I think it's your job to take it off though.”

Obviously. Not a penny from his hand without doing the actual work, she thought, suppressing the chuckle that wanted to slip out at that. Instead she started busying her hands on the buttons, kissing down the every speck of newly bared skin while starting to walk him towards the bed.

Maybe she'd be able to finish everything quickly? That way she might be able to get more than four hours of sleep, before preparing breakfast for both her son and the babysitter? The poor girl was probably kept up by the little ruffian for quite some time and it was a Sunday. She deserved to sleep in form time to time.

Was she a bad mother? Sure, the babysitter came only once a week, at most twice but her son had a no good prostitute-

Stop, that was not the time and place.

Koko paid her well enough to deserve at least every ounce of attention she was willing to give. She owed him at least that.

Once his legs hit the end of the bed she finally stripped the jacket off.

“Am I allowed to put my attention on your back now, Sir?”

Koko chuckled, sitting down on the bed, “you know, I might have, if you weren't such a damn tease. Right now, I think there's something else that needs attention. If you really want to massage me, you're going to have to earn it.”

It really was one of those days. He would fight her tooth and nail on every act that wasn't overtly sexual, wouldn't he?

Throwing him a demure smile, she got to work, carefully opening up his velvet pants all the while kissing down his stomach and v-line, slowly ridding him of his trousers and boxer shorts and stroking him a few times, before finally taking him in her mouth, all the while maintaining eye contact with him.

Two hours later, she was completely exhausted lying next to him on the bed. God she was so tired.

Koko's fingers were painting feathery pictures on her skin.

“You know, usually I have to wrestle you back into bed for just a few more seconds of lying around. You sure you alright?”

Sighing she hid her face underneath her arm.

“Oh you know,” she did her best to shoot him a half grin, “just age catching up with me.”

Koko sighed at that. Right. She had forgotten. Age was a bit of a prickly subject with the man.

“You know it's only these tiny moments that you really do look your age. If I were a better man, I would kick you out with some more money and tell you to make something out of yourself.”

But your not,” she whispered, “it's exactly because you are the man that you are, that this arrangement works so well.”

It was that moment. That second, where his hands stopped painting circles on her shoulders and instead went to the back of her scalp, carefully massaging it, that she knew the next conversation would be the dreaded one. It had started around two years ago. After he had helped her get out from her old agency, while allowing her to keep some of her normal regulars, that the conversation first came up.

“You know, I'd be able to care for you without a problem. You would just need to let me. Become my sugar baby. You wouldn't need to do this escorting shit any longer, just to be able to pay your fucking rent, because you know as well as I do, that none of them pay you like I can and do.”

She sighed, forcing herself to sit up, “Koko,” god she was so tired, “we've been over this. My answer will stay the same as it has the times before. It's a no. I appreciate the offer, but I can't.”

The man rolled his eyes shoving his hand through his white hair. “Why not? I don't think I've ever asked.”

The fact that a man like him still asked, was something that deeply surprised her every time.

“Koko, I just can't.”

Maybe she had pushed her luck with him a tad bit too much, because the look he gave her was every bit the one of a hardened criminal.

“That's not good enough. I'd say I've been rather patient with you. I want a fucking reason this time around. And it better be a good one.”

The threat of or else hanging up in the air made her wonder if she should push her luck a bit further. She had never liked to be told what to do. One look at his eyes, completely devoid of all the usual mischief, made her rethink.

“Because you're possessive, Hajime.” She nearly would have told him that sometimes she worried that this whole deal wasn't completely transactional for him, “I can't be dependent on a single man in my life ever again. The moment you drop me, because I have outlived my purpose, I will be alone. Without a network to support me, to fall back on. And since we can't put a date on when you will abandon me, and that you will, I need to use every opportunity I can to make sure I have enough money to live comfortably. So no, Koko. I can't.”

With that she finally got up off the bed. Maybe he finally understood it now.

He was silent, as she went along getting dressed, knowing that tomorrow the money would have been transferred to her bank account. Because that was all it was. Money.

His next words had been drowned out by the elevator doors closing. If she would have heard them, maybe she would have considered trying to cut off all ties with him.

And if just for the purpose of her own sanity.

As she closed the door to her apartment, Silence greeted her. Taking a second to take a breath she just stood behind the closed door for a second before ridding herself of the coat, hanging it up on the hanger and making her way over to the kitchen. Downing a glass of water she finally dared to throw a glance at the clock hanging on the wall. Half past four. Too late again. Maybe if she went to bed now, she would be able to sleep at least for two hours before getting back up again, to make breakfast for her son and babysitter. Kiro sadly still was somewhat of an early riser. But then again, she should probably count herself lucky. There were kids that got up at six instead of seven.

Settling into bed, she tried to forget about the evening. Most of all Koko's preposition.

It sounded all the more enticing the more he asked her. For the sake of her two hours of sleep, she still decided to make it a problem for future her.

She had just finished cooking the pancakes as her little whirlwind stumbled inside the kitchen.

“Mommy! You're home! Look at what me and Hanna-san drew yesterday. She put it on the fridge. Look. It's a gigantic bra- brachiosaurus. I called him Totoro, because Hanna-san told me he would protect me!”

Smiling the woman had turned around, first to Kiro to raise him up, “it's Hanna -san and me, Kiro. Remember. First you call the other person,” and snuggle him against her. Then she finally turned to the fridge.

Yeah, painting was absolutely not his strong suit, she thought as she looked at the picture. Without his explanation she honestly would have been unable to say what it was.

“Totoro is beautiful, dear. Just as precious as you. Did you sleep well?”

After breakfast and sending home a still sleepy but thankfully happy Hanna, Kiro helped her cutting up some fruit to take with them to the park. She had never thought that she would love listening to all kinds of information about Dinosaurs as she did, as her son talked her ear off.

An hour into playing hide and seek at the park, Kiro finally decided to go play by himself on the playground situated inside the park, allowing the young woman to finally sit down and take a sip of her energy drink infused coffee. Days like this made her remember why she did everything she did. She really should call Koko tonight and tell him that she would accept the dinner with his organisation. If it meant seeing more smiles on this tiny face she would fight the world for her little light.

“My, I didn't expect to see someone this pretty today. May I sit with you?”

Surprised the woman turned her head around, taking her eyes off her son and at least staring at an overwhelmingly tall man dressed in a pair of black slacks and a white shirt. His lilac hair falling into his sharp face she did have to agree that he was rather pretty.

“Sure,” she slowly said. There was something about this man. She had seen him somewhere before, “be my guest.” With that she turned back around, taking another sip of her coffee, while watching over Kiro again.

“Autsch, that hurt my ego just the tiniest bit, sweets. I've never been shot down this quickly before.” The man beside her started up again, a teasing hurt in his voice and she turned back around to him.

“Sorry,” she started clarifying, “I'm not-”

The man interrupted her, “interested? Yeah I figured. Damn. Your man must be happy.”

“I don't-”

“You don't have a man?! Now I feel even worse.”

Fucking! Could he stop interrupting her? He was thinking so fast her sleep addled mind had trouble keeping up.

“Sorry. Do we know each other?” She asked again, her tone taking on a sharper tone, finally looking him up and down. Her eyes instantly fell onto the tattoo on his neck. The same one Koko wore.

He was another executive. Had Koko? No. For what would he send another executive to her. And if he did want to observe her or whatever, he would find someone more inconsipcous than this man

He grinned. “Ah,finally. The question I was hoping for. We don't yet, dear. I'm Ran. Pleasure to meet you.”

Telling him her name, she turned his name over in her head a few times.

Ran. Was he the one Koko complained about constantly? No, that place took a man named Sanzu if she remembered correctly,

“Can I help you somehow?” The woman asked, her voice still as sharp. She had not went out today to hold conversations with another gangster. The goal today was spending time with her son.

“Just wondering what a beautiful woman such as yourself is doing here all by herself.”

Before she could answer, her son came running over. “Mommy! Look! I found a worm.” Grinning brightly he held the poor animal right into her face as he came to a halt in front of her.

Shaking her head lightly, she kneeled down in front of him, in order to become eye level with him. “Kiro,” a strict tone in her voice, “what have I told you about picking up random animals?”

The little ruffian had the nerve to look the slightest bit sheepish, as he put the worm back into the ground, “to always be careful with animals and con- consider that the smaller the more, uh, fra- fragile they are?”

“Exactly. That's my sweet boy. Now what do you not do when you find a worm?”

He bit his lip the slightest bit, leaning his head to the side while thinking, “that I shouldn't run with it? And instead be extra gentle?”

Stroking his hair, she grinned at him, holding her hand out for a high five. “Exactly.”

As Kiro looked up at his mother, he suddenly started to realize that his mother wasn't actually alone. Shying away, he quickly hid behind her, clutching her legs, as she stood up again and peeked around her to look at him.

“Aww, now who is that little man?” Ran asked, cooing at the child.”

Taking on a protective stance, not trusting the man in front of her, she took a little side step to be completely in front of Kiro.

“That's my son. Why don't you run a long dear. The swing is free now. I'll come over in a second.”

With that Kiro nodded at her, threw a last glance at Ran and took off towards the swings.

“He's very precious. No need to be so protective though. I wouldn't hurt a child. Nor you. At least as long as it isn't consensual?”

Rolling her eyes she put her hands on her hips. “Ran-san. I am not interested. My plate is full enough, I do not need another man in my life. Now, please move along!”

Ran sighed as if the load of a thousand worlds had just been dropped on his shoulders.

“Alright. I get it. It's been a pleasure to meet you though. I'm sure you're a great mother by the way. I would have killed to have one as attentive as you. You two have a nice day.”

That did have the effect of making her blush. It wasn't all that often, someone complemented her on her education skills. Heck, most other mothers she had the misfortune of talking to just turned up the nose after finding out she was a 24 year old single mother with a five year old child.

“Thank you. I really appreciate it. Have a nice day as well.”

When they left the park in the afternoon she had nearly forgotten about Ran again. Instead she got to making dinner, while helping Kiro set the table.

Looking at him now, she knew that her decision had been made the moment Koko asked her. She would take him up on the offer.

Taking the burner, he had supplied her with she simply dialled the speed dial. It only rang about two times before he accepted the call.

“ What is it? I'm quite busy!”

Was he still annoyed with her? She had expected him to sulk a bit after their last conversation but she hadn't thought that he would still be angry. After all the last few times he hadn't been either. So why now?”

“Don't worry I'll make it short. I just wanted to tell you that I accept your request for the dinner meet. That is if you really do not leave me alone there.”

There was a short silence on the other end and then a light chuckle. “Awesome. That's great to hear. I'll tell the boss then. I'll pick you up at your place. Just write me the address.”

Hurrying before he could end the call, the declined, “No, Koko. Just tell me where I should come and I'll be there when you want me to.”

Koko sighed, “I'll still need your address. I will send you a dress. Can't let you come with the same thing you always wear for me.”

Gnawing at her lips she mulled it over. Somehow she had always known that the sense of privacy she had tried to put between her and Kokonoi would be teared down by the man in time. First it had been the higher pricing he had ensured to give her, then it was the agency he thankfully rid her off, then came his insistence on being the sole provider and now it was her address. She was getting more and more tired by the day. Everything would be so easy if she would just let him.

“Sure,” she answered hesitantly, “I'll send it to you. Anyways dinner's nearly done, I better get back to cooking. Have a nice evening, Koko.”

That Saturday she got ready in the bathroom being extra meticulous with her Make up and hair. Deciding to put it up into a well thought out more traditional style. It reminded her a bit of the style her own mother had always forced her into when they had went to important functions. The hair ornament she put in after much contemplation the only thing left that still reminded her of her previous heritage.

Just as she had put on the red dress, embellished with gold accents, surely to match Koko's dress robe, her bell rang.

She didn't have the kinds of friends that would just drop by on a whim. Especially not on a Saturday when they knew she would be working. So then who else?

Surely he wouldn't, right? She had explicitly told him to not pick her up?

Even before she could completely settle down and think it over once more, she could hear the door opening.

Kiro!

“What the?” She heard an erringly familiar voice as she quickly made her way through the hallway.

“Sorry Kid, I must have the wrong number.”

“What are you doing here, Koko?!” She asked the man sharply as she came to a halt in front of the door, pulling Kiro behind her once more, turning around to him.

“Can you go to your room and think about what you wanna take with you to Granny tonight? Maybe Chihiro?” Kiro had recently started to get crazy for Ghibli movies and had promptly named all his most precious cuddly toys after characters he liked.

Kiro nodded slightly insecure, throwing a few glances between his mother and the strange man, before running to his room.

“What are you doing here, Koko? I told you I'd come on my own?!” She asked him again, while pulling him inside the apartment and leading him inside her kitchen in order to not let anyone see him standing on her door step. What if her landlady saw him and thought she was in heavy debt and decided to finally use that reason to evict them.

“I still need to tell you about a few things tonight, so I thought it better to pick you up,” the man defended, leaning on the kitchen counter while throwing a confused glance to where the boy had ran to, “i didn't know you had a little brother.” He finally decided to breach the subject

Turning her back to him, she reached up to get two glasses out of her cupboards and filled them with water. One she put down next to Koko, the other stayed in her hand the cold grounding her just the slightest bit.

“Because he isn't. He's my son. Kiro.” She finally told him after deciding that there wasn't anyway she wouldn't be having that conversation with him.

Koko's eyes nearly immediately fell down to her right hand. Surely searching for a ring on her finger.

“Does your, sorry I don't see a ring, does your boyfriend know that you do what you do?” He actually had the nerve to sound angry. As if it was any of his business.

“As a matter of fact,” she told him, voice pitched higher, already wanting him to just leave her sanctuary and just leave her the fuck alone, “he doesn't. And even if he did he wouldn't care, because he is not in the picture any more. Now. If you're done judging me for my poor choices in life, maybe you can tell me what was so important for me to know that you decided to blatantly disregard my privacy and come here, even though I told you not to.”

Looking just the slightest bit sheepish he took a sip of his drink taking a look around his kitchen.

“Ya know, when I came here I was honestly a bit worried. This shithole might be in a better part of town but with the money I give you, you should have been able to afford better than this run down flat,” she wanted to interrupt him at that. Who did he think he was to come into her home and disrespect everything she worked for? One sharp look at her made her close her mouth acting as if she had just needed to take a bit breath, “I honestly thought you had some kind of addiction or maybe you were in trouble with a few shark loans but surely you would be intelligent enough to tell me and let me solve the problem for you,“ he went on, taking a few steps towards her, “It didn't even cross my mind that you might have a child that you're spending on and saving for. If you would have just told me, I could have helped you with that, ya know?”

Crossing her arms in front of her chest she glared around him. She hated when he looked at her like that. Like he was able to give her the world and more with no remorse for the repercussions and hurt he would cause other people and maybe even her.

She hated it so much.

The last time someone had looked at her in this way she had ended up a single Mother.

“Anyways, “she tried to deflect, “what did you want to talk about? Wasn't my only responsibility tonight to look pretty on your arm?”

Koko rolled his eyes pulling her shortly against him, “Sorry. I did mean to tell you that you look simply ravishing.” He gave her a little kiss on her head, while she tried wrestling free from his embrace. What was going on with him today? His moods changed so fast and it very nearly gave her whiplash.

“Your deflecting again. What did you want to talk about?” She asked into his chest after accepting that she wouldn't get out of that Constrictor grip he had on her.

Koko finally let go of her, and with his expensive cologne not blocking of the nerve ends to her brain she finally felt like she could think freely again.

“I wanted to-,” he stopped himself before starting a new sentence. It was the first time she had seen him do that, “Actually, no matter anymore. We've wasted enough time. Lets get, Kiro was it, to his Granny?”

Seizing him up and down she tried finding out what he was concocting in his head before nodding slowly. She was getting paid for this. So simple politeness it was.

“Wait here.” she told him, while going to get her son.

As she helped Kiro pack the last of his stuff for the night, she could hear Koko rummaging through her flat. It made a pit open in her stomach. There was a reason, why she had never accepted his requests for driving her home. She didn't want a customer to invade her privacy even more than she already let them. She didn't want to give them more of a fantasy than she already gave. She didn't want Koko to think of anything more than the employer, employee relationship they had.

A relationship that was slowly sizzling out and warping into something that she wouldn't have any control over.

“Who is this man, Mommy? Are you in love with him? Is he going to be my Dad?”

Kiro's words made her halt and old insecurities came back to light so suddenly she nearly fell over. His father wasn't in the picture any more. After getting her pregnant and being put in front of the choice of his families inheritance and his son, he had chosen. Kiro had never even seen a picture and since he had started elementary school, questions had come in. Questions she didn't know how to answer.

“No, Baby.” She told him carefully, sitting down and pulling him onto her lap. Koko could wait. Her son would always be her top priority. “That man in the kitchen is Hajime Kokonoi. He's a friend of mine.”

Kiro nodded slowly, before asking: “Then if he's a friend, why are you mad at him?”

She laughed a little bit at the question, stroking his hair. “You know, how you are angry with me sometimes, because I did something you didn't want me to do? Or how sometimes I get mad with you? With Koko it's the same thing. I can be angry with him and something he did and still be his friend. Okay?”

“Name?!” She could hear Koko call from the kitchen.

With a last cuddle she pulled Kiro into her arms and got up with his backpack in the other hand.

“Now then, lets get you over to old Granny, before Hajime tries kidnapping me, shall we?”

After having thanked the older woman and saying goodnight to her little ray of hope she finally followed Koko outside to his car where he was already waiting for her. The pleasant smile that had been settling in her face almost instantly replaced with a cold anger.

“You know,” she told him, after getting into his car and fastening the seat belt, “I do not appreciate my privacy being invaded in such a manner. Don't do it again.”

Koko rolled his eyes as he pulled out into the street. “Well, I don't like having to wait, yet here we are. Seems we'll just have to live with it.”

Grumbling she settled back into the seat not even throwing a glance down at her thighs as his hands settled back on them. Instead she just grabbed it and tried pushing it off her.

“You've got to be kidding me,” Koko grumbled, his hand not leaving her leg, “you never had a problem with it. What's up with you today? You do understand that I'm paying you, right ? And especially tonight, with my co-workers not knowing that you are a fucking escort you'll need to play a doting girlfriend. So settle a smile on your face and just be okay with my touch. Know your place.”

It nearly made her cry. Koko had never made her cry before. But how often had she pondered over exactly that. Doing the work she did may bring in good money, but it made her feel worthless. Oh how far had she fallen. The exiled daughter of a multi million enterprise.

Just as his hand left her, she made the decision.

Tonight she would play along. As perfectly as her mother did at those functions. She would be the proper eye candy she was supposed to be, doting on the man next to her in the way everyone expected her to. And after tonight, she would tell him that she was done. After tonight, she would cut all ties with him.

It would hurt as hell. He had become a friend after all. But the way he had started to behave just couldn't go on. He had started making her promises that tasted of the golden cage she knew all to well. One that she, unlike her mother, would never end up in.

So, as his hand settled on her thigh once more, she let it rest there.

It would hurt for some time, but it was better this way. There had been building something between them, she long since didn't know how to categorise.

Yes it was better this way.

“You know Koko,” she whispered, just loud enough so that she knew he could still hear her, without letting the tremor sound through her voice, “you've been a dear friend to me. I'm honestly thankful for all the help you've given me.” Instead of answering he simply gave her thigh a little squeeze.

As they pulled into the parking lot, she fixed a happy smile onto her face, checking her appearance in her hand mirror. It needed to reach her eyes.

Think of Kiro. She thought. The smile needed to be softer.

Think of his first steps. Think of last Christmas.

It worked.

As Koko opened the door on her side and pulled his hand out to help her out, she knew she wore the softest smile she had ever worn.

She could see with just a bit of satisfaction how the sudden change threw even him for a loop for a short second.

When Koko lead her into the well lid VIP lounge the first man to catch her interest was the man sitting at the head of the table. He was obviously the leader.

Mikey.

With his black clothes and sunken in appearance he made a stark difference to the other smart dressed men. But even then, he just exuded something she couldn't quite place her finger on. What she did know though, was that it made her tremble.

He had to have a mother out there, right? One that would surely cry if she were to see her son in such a state. She knew she would if Kiro would ever have such an empty look in his eyes.

Next to him must have been the second in command. He had a crazy look in his eyes and the way he seized her up, nearly made her run and hide behind the treasurer. Yes, that was Sanzu for sure. He looked just crazy enough to drive Koko into a fucking frenzy every time they interacted.

Before she could move on to the Guy Koko had once explained to be Kakucho, a movement in the corner of her eye caught her interest.

“Ran-san?!” She couldn't stop herself from calling out upon seeing his lanky figure in the chair. That's right, of course he'd be here tonight. How stupid of her to not remember. He might cause her a few problems in this charade then.

“You know him?” Koko asked her the tiniest bit flabbergasted a question lying on the tip of his tongue. Maybe she wouldn't have found it to sound as offensive if she wasn't still angry with him.

Shaking her head free, she quickly turned to Koko explaining: “We ran into each other at the Park.” her voice was just a tad bit sharper. Just because she was an escort didn't mean she slept with every man she knew.

With that she turned back around and into a deep bow. “I'm so happy to be able to finally meet you all. I've heard so much from my boyfriend. I'm (Last Name), (Name). Feel free to address me in a familiar manner though please. It's a pleasure.”

One after the other introduced themselves after that and for a short moment, she wondered why Koko had wanted her to be there today. Before she could get suspicious though, Ran had made space for her and 'her boyfriend'.

“What a surprise,” he started, a challenging shimmer in his eyes, “I didn't think I would see the spitfire again. Though if I remember correctly, didn't you say you didn't have a man? And now you're here with my dear friend Koko. Makes me worry for him just the tiniest bit. “

She had been right on the nose with this one. He was a difficult one.

A soft grin settled on her lips, as she put one of her hands on Koko's thighs. “I'm sorry Ran- san, but if my memory serves and it usually does, because it is quite good, you never let me finish my sentence. You just assumed. Maybe I just wanted to tell you a second time that I'm not interested, because of the wonderful boyfriend I already have.”

And that was how the evening went. On more than one occasion she had the feeling of being interrogated for something. Challenged in regards to something. The only question was what. What had been Koko's end game as he brought her there, to a dinner that had nothing to do with work.

“When did you two meet each other? And since when are you,” he stopped as if he had to think about a fitting word, “ together?” Rindou asked, a lilt in his voice she couldn't quite place once more.

“We met three years ago. At work actually. My employer introduced us and we just kinda hit it off. What can I say. Hajime is just a perfect gentleman.”

She didn't let her growing frustration show. Instead she listened to the stories they told, feeding Koko with food from time to time, massaging his hands and playing every part the of brainless Bimbo she knew Men like this preferred most of the time, while only taking kitten sips from the glass of red wine situated in front of her.

Another trick her mother had taught her by letting her watch how she handled business dinners with her husband.

Only ever drink so much that you aren't seen as impolite or prude but never too much so that your glass hopefully doesn't get a refill. This way you stay as the one vigilant person in the room, as the other members drink.

Knowledge is power.

“Tell me, (Name) what do you do for work?” Kakucho asked after that. Out of the corner of her eye she saw some of the men straighten just the tiniest bit. Did they really not know? Tonight there had been just a few too many innuendos.

Prepared for the answer she finished chewing before answering him, with a teasingly annoyed glance at Kokonoi: “well, this one would love me to not work at all, I can assure you. But if you need to know, I'm just an assistant. Nothing all that fancy you see. I just remember dates and organise them.”

As the evening dragged on she started becoming tired. After all it wasn't like being a mother was an absolute cakewalk.

At some point after having been asked a question twice, Koko squeezed her arm in an overly affectionate manner, before pulling her a bit into him and addressing the rest of the men in the room. “I think my Darling is starting to get tired, so we better get going. Come on, careful. I'll help you up.”

Still a bit drowsy she slowly got up and bowed towards all of them again.

“Don't you think we should invite them over for a dinner party at our place, Dear?” The question had been out before she had had time to think about it. It was simply another mannerism her mother had installed in her. “When you go out with important colleagues of your husband, you invite them over for dinner.”

And maybe Koko looked a bit too satisfied after the initial surprise. And maybe if she had been just a tad bit more awake, she would have noticed the light nod Mikey had given towards Koko's direction, then maybe she would have seen the nightmare that was brewing on the horizon coming just fast enough that it would have allowed her to grab Kiro and run.

Back inside the car both adults took a deep breath. “That was beautiful. Damn. I knew you were skilled. But this skilled? Shit. I owe you a fucking raise.”

Her eyes still closed,the younger woman only mumbled: “Take care Koko. You're nearly overthrowing me with money while I still distinctly remember Takeomi asking for a pay rise just as few hours ago.”

Koko laughed, as he fished for the certainly expensive blanket he had in his car and gave it over to her.

“Let's get you home first. We'll need to talk again tomorrow, but I really want you to know that I'm absolutely proud of you. You were absolutely beautiful today. That's my girl.”

Silence settled into the car as she slowly fell in and out of sleep. When Koko reached her place he quietly got out of the car, jogged around to the side the younger woman was still sleeping in and carefully first searched for the keys in her handbag, before lifting her out of the car with ease.

It wouldn't take much longer anymore, the treasurer told himself. He only needed to be patient for maybe another two weeks at most. The trap would close around her the moment the deal with the Chinese would go through. And without knowing it herself she had helped him significantly tonight. She would be able to play the perfect part during that dinner, maybe even sweeten up the deal just the tiniest bit. And the moment the dinner would find its end, he would give her something to drink that would just make her fall asleep before taking her home with him.

She'd finally be safe,

The only problem, the only unknown in this equation was Kiro. But he would find a way to make it work. And if it meant buying another house somewhere further away where they could all live together under his protection and control then that would be it. If he thought about it further, maybe that son of hers might even become a blessing.

Only time would tell.

When he reached the bedroom, he carefully put her on the bed.

“Come on now. You gotta wake up for at least five minutes.” He whispered, while also helping her out of her black pumps.

The fabric made him wrinkle his nose. Yes. It would be far better when she finally lived with him. She would never have to wear something so cheap ever again. God it was disgusting.

“Honestly, if I were a better man, maybe I'd understand why you save everything for your kid. But get yourself some damn shoes, woman.” He quietly sneered, as she slowly rowsed from her sleep.

“You still here, Koko?” her voice was a little rough and the man suddenly realised that it actually was the first time he saw her after waking up.

The man laughed lightly as he helped her sit up. “I do need to talk to you tomorrow morning, so I just figured I could stay over for the night. Maybe even help you a bit with Kiro?”

She must have been half asleep still, because she only nodded at him, around five seconds after and then proceeded to slowly get up and walk towards what he assumed to be that bathroom. He heard her rummaging around for a bit and then there was an abrupt silence that lasted a few minutes.

“You alright?” He asked as he walked to the bathroom door to knock.

Another few seconds and the door opened slowly. She was blushing slightly and fumbling with her hands.

“Could you- could you help me with the zipper?”

Kokonoi smiled, turning her around with careful fingers.

As he opened the zipper his hand wandered down with it tenderly caressing the slowly appearing skin. It really didn't matter how often her saw her naked. She was a picture for the gods every time.

Placing a singular kiss upon her neck he abruptly build distance between the two and left the bathroom, closing the door in the process.

He only needed to be patient for a few more days. Then she would be his and there was nothing she could do about it except accept it.

When she woke up the next morning the woman felt surprisingly warm. Her blanket felt softer than usual and the smell was somewhat familiar.

“You woke up earlier than expected.” A grumble could be heard above her and in surprise she wanted to quickly roll over only to be held back by the waist.

That was in fact not her blanket lying above her. That was a very tired sounding Koko.

“What are you still doing here?” She did remember him getting her home and helping her change. But why had he not driven home? And how was it possible for her to be so out of it yesterday night? She had never been this tired in her life before.

“We still need to talk about the Dinner party you offered.”

The what now?

The dinner party?

She offered?

Wait. Yeah. There was something.

Fuck. Autopilot had just taken over at that point and she had done what she had always done. Fuck!

“Koko. I did not know what I was fucking talking about. Can't we just say I was too tired to know what the fuck I was saying?”

Koko's lips drew into a teasing smile, before answering:” Don't worry. I know. I was just pulling your leg a bit. There is something I need to talk to you about though. In about one to two weeks Bonten will close a deal with a Chinese group. We want you there.”

We? So it really had been a test then?

She sighed, falling back into her bed. She didn't dare look at him, as she uttered her next words.

“I'm done, Kokonoi. I don't want to do this anymore. You've been a great friend, a great client but I can't do this anymore.”

Koko stilled next to her for a short second, his hands finding their place around her waist pulling her against him as he sat up.

“Why?” He sounded genuinely hurt.

“Because of exactly this,” she whispered in a tiny voice, gesturing to his hands around her, “I feel like you want more. Hell you even explicitly told me you want more now, for two years straight. And I simply can not do that. My priority is my son and he always will be. You need to let me go.

She could hear his tooth clashing together and felt his grip getting tighter.

“Just do this one last job for me. After that I'll leave you alone. I'll never ask for your service ever again. Just this one last thing.”

Struggling to turn around she finally looked at him. He looked so hurt. And she was the reason for his hurt.

“Will my son be safe?” She asked after some contemplation.

Koko sighed. “If everything goes to plan they will never know you have a son and will never see you again. Nothing more nothing less.”

“Fine.” She finally agreed. She could at least do this one last think for him.

He nodded, placing a soft kiss on her hair. “Thank you,” and then with a playful grin she knew was to underplay his emotions, “that way Mikey at least won't skin me alive.”

With that his arms disappeared around her and she laid back onto her back staring at the wall.

It really would be the last. After that she would cut all ties.

“We can't have that.” She teased back and in turn accepted that he didn't want to deal with his emotions right now.

“Thank you.” The man whispered, leaning over her and stealing a kiss he quickly deepened after realizing she reciprocated.

He build a small distance between them, before asking with a sad smile: “You think you can indulge me one last time?”

Once his plan would be set into motion she would probably hate him for some time. He'd have to take what he wanted now to tide him over.

Gulping she nodded pulling him down to her again.

As she tried rolling them over he put a determined hand on her stomach. Tonight, she'd be under his control.

Leaning down his mouth wandered from her lips to her cheeks, down her neck. She'd finally be his. With that thought, he started sucking on her neck in various places. Finally everyone would know, that she was a taken woman. There wouldn't be anyone else anymore.

One hand found it's place on one of her breasts, carefully stroking the little nub and drawing the most beautiful sound from her mouth.

“No- no marks, Koko.”

She felt him grin at her skin. “You're mine. Everyone should know it. I'll do whatever I want with you.” With that his mouth wandered down and unto her other breast.

He could feel her slowly rubbing her thighs together.

If only she knew what she did to him.

Finally coming out of her stupor the younger woman let her fingers wander over his chiselled chest. Going down, down down.

God, she would drive him crazy one day. He was already straining against his pants, aching to be outside of it's confines.

And then her hand was finally where he wanted it. Slowly stroking him for just the tiniest bit, before ridding him of his pants. God, her hands felt so good.

“You're doing great, Baby. Just breathe. Let me do this for you.” Her voice was sultry in his ears and nearly let him forget everything around him.

“Keep your eyes open, look at me baby.” She ordered, slowly pulling his face up by his chin.

She was blushing. God she was so fucking precious. They had had Sex so many times already and she was still blushing every damn time.

Her face did remind him of something though and with great difficulty he took the hand pleasuring him off him.

“What did I say?” He asked her a slight warning in his voice?”

With a pout she rolled her eyes. “That you wanna be in control?”

He grinned, in turn grabbing her chin and making him look at him. “Very good. And what are you doing right now?”

“Taking control?”

God, that pout did things to him.

“They are a conservative bunch then, I take it?” The woman asked, staring down at the expensive ring Koko was holding out to her with clear dislike.

It was the day of the dinner and since the morning her stomach was simply screaming at her to pack her bags and run. Something was terribly wrong, but she just couldn't figure out what it was exactly.

Koko rubbed the back of his head, before taking her hand with slight force.

“Yeah. A woman wouldn't be allowed at the table otherwise. You'll have to try and get his guard down a little. Be nice to the leader, treat the other executives with respect. You can joke around with them the tiniest bit but don't show them the smart head you have on those beautiful shoulders.”

She nodded along to his explanations, trying not to mess with the expensive cloth draped around her arms and shoulders.

“Let's get this shitshow on the road then.” She mumbled, mostly to herself.

“Hell yeah, that's the spirit.” Sanzu suddenly called behind her. Turning around she realised that the rest of the executives as well as Mikey had arrived.

He was dressed up as well tonight.

So this was the big occasion everyone was making it out to be. Straightening her back she settled a smile on her face.

It was just another mask.

Just another day.

When the six Chinese men arrived, the executives stood up, as she was following Koko's lead she observed the room.

Mikey stayed seated. Bonten probably had the upper hand in this deal then and they probably wanted to keep it this way. All three of the new men, however had a certain glean in their eyes. They would probably be playing a trump card tonight then. She would have to soften them up, before they played it.

“That went much smoother than I expected,” Ran joked as he sat down on the couch, the others promptly following leaving her standing in the corner.

Her mind was racing. She had expected a lot this night. But not Human trafficking. She really had gotten herself into deep shit today.

Mikey's glances in her direction were the ones that concerned her the most.

“You were good, honestly. I don't think they would have been this agreeable if they wouldn't have had such eye candy coming after their beck and call,” Rindou agreed with his older brother.

“Come on. You must be exhausted. Sit down.”

Gulping she slowly shook her head and then addressed Mikey with a sharp bow.

“I am exhausted, actually but I also have a son I need to get home to, so if you'd please just excuse me?”

It sounded much more like an insecure question than she would have liked it to.

The hand suddenly falling on her shoulders made her shake visibly.

“You know as well as we do, that we can't just let you go, after everything you heard tonight.”

Her lip was starting to quiver. What had she thought as she had agreed to this?

Exactly. She had thought about nothing but the nice stack of cash she would get.

“Koko, please,” she turned around to him, “you can't be serious. You know I'd never tell anyone about this.”

Koko smiled, pulling her into a strong embrace.

“I know. But I simply can't let you leave my life. And if keeping you and your son within my walls for the rest of yours means keeping you, then that's a price I'm willing to pay. You should have just agreed to my proposition. I would have let you keep your freedom for just a little while longer. Maybe at some point you even would have agreed to marry me out of your own free will. But you didn't. Instead you said you wanted to leave. It's not something I will ever accept. Your mine now and I won't even let you take a step without me allowing it ever again.”

Her intuition about wanting to break contact had been right.

She had been absolutely fucking right!

“My son?” She croaked out, only now realising. He was supposed to have a happy life. Go to a good school. Meet his peers. Make friends, get a nice girlfriend of boyfriend or whatever. He wasn't supposed to be holed up here.

What had she done?

“Already on his way,” Koko whispered into her ear, stroking her back, “we'll be one happy family.”

As he let go she nearly sank to the ground her legs threatening to give up on her. Only the realisation that she needed to be strong for her son, for herself and because of the other men still watching everything she was able to get back up.

Her mother had always told her that her pride would be her downfall one day. Well, Kokonoi Hajime did not know what would hit him.

Turning around she looked at the white haired man. “What do you plan to do with my Kiro?!”

He shrugged, grabbing his champagne of the table where he had first placed it.

“We'll see. If your agreeable, then he won't think anything different. I'll just be his father. You'll be my wife he'll go to the schools you always wished he would go to and everyone will end up happy. You just have to do what I tell you.”

Everyone would be happy, huh?

Turning around she zeroed in on the open bottle of wine, Ran had opened to celebrate the done deal. With her head held up high, she strode towards it, looking everyone dead in the eye at least once.

After having grabbed the bottle, she turned to Koko, taking a huge sip.

“You're sleeping on the couch tonight!”

He wanted her to be his happy wifey?

Then fine. She would fucking do that. If him being happy meant her son being safe, if him getting what he wanted meant her son getting the life he deserved, then heaven be damned. If him wanting to play fucking family, then she would take on this role. What was another mask after all?

She was back in the golden cage. Only this time it felt like she had given the keys out of her hand herself.

[v-love]

Hey just wanted to say you are sooooo talented and i love your blog if it's not a bother could you do a request about pre-cult kai and him being the readers adderall dealer just something along those lines

Thank you love you <33

Dealer (Pre-Cult Kai x GN!Reader)

Summary: You didn’t think you’d be addicted to two things at once. Adderall and Kai Anderson, your dealer and high school “friend”.

CW: Drug abuse. Brief semi-sexual situations.

Taglist: @yes-divine-ruler @preselelle @evanpetersfav @quicksilversg1rl @kaylaperiodqueenslay @theyluvvkoi @bldmoth @nvtallowed @shjjpm @sinqularitty @meganxfox @iruzias

Word Count: 1802

Images/GIFS are not mine.

The sound of gravel being stepped on and the birds nearby flying to their next destination travel through the air. It was one of those days where you wanted to be outside, the cool air biting on your cheeks as you walk. You were never the type to venture out on dangerous quests on your day to day life but yet here you were, walking towards the familiar back alley behind a dingy, old pub. Leaning on the wall you sigh, tapping your foot on the gravel as you waited. You could see your breath every now and then if you paid attention to it. The feeling of your chest tightening made you question whether or not you should actually be here. You hear a familiar hum and gravel being walked on once again but it wasn’t from you, it was from a man you knew as Kai Anderson. “Yo, you’re late.” You say, checking your phone. Kai nods and rolls his eyes a bit. “Yeah I know, almost got jumped.” He mumbles and stands in front of you. The air around you both was filled with his cheap cologne and your fresh shampooed hair scent. Strangely, you like it. “I’m not surprised. You always fuck around at the wrong time.” Pulling out money, you hand it to him. “Same amount as always.” You mumble and in turn you get handed a bag of pills. Kai counts the money as he always does, he knows you were trustworthy but he always did so just in case. “You went through this shit fast, what the fuck you got goin’ on?” He asks, smirking a bit.

he couldn’t remember the last time you spoke to him like this. “That bad?” Kai leans on the wall right next to you. Sighing, you nod and look at the ground, shifting your feet to move the gravel below you. “Sorry…family issues I guess.” He scoffs and lays the back of his head on the wall. “I know how that is. Mine isn’t that great either.” He says and looks up at the sky. It was your turn to be surprised, he had never let a little piece of his life slip out like that. “I guess we can relate on another thing.” You say, laughing a bit. Kai nods and smiles, his dimples showing. You didn’t see him smile often but when you did, you cherished it. He was the most handsome man you had ever met, it was a little concerning how much you wanted him. “You doing anything later? I’m so fucking bored.” He asks, looking at you this time. Shaking your head you shrug. “Nah, I got no where to be.” Smiling again he lightly punches your arm. “Let’s go to that new game shop that just opened. I think they got the new Resident Evil.” Kai knew you liked that game series, you wore a couple shirts with the game showcased on them a few times. “Seriously? Fuck yeah, let’s go.”

You knew he had walked to the alley by the way he smelled, cologne and a bit of sweat. Offering to drive there, he nods and follows you to your car. While you drive, he gives you the directions to the establishment. You were excited to see if they had the game but also that Kai was with you. Getting out of the car, you to head into the store. Games of all kinds filled the shelves, you both felt like little kids again. “Yo Kai, they got comics too.” You call out to him, making him go over to you in a hurry. You both held Marvel comics in your hands and were acting like little kids raving about them. Finally after looking around and gushing about everything, you found the game. “Resident Evil 7…30 bucks. Not bad.” You say and take it, looking over at Kai. He was looking at The Evil Within game. “I heard the new one is coming out in October.” You say and watch him nod and smile. “Yeah, I know. I haven’t played the first one though so I should probably do that before anything.” Both of you head over to the counter and pay for your things. Looking over, you see a few pins that take your interest. You didn’t have much left with you on hand so you just put it back. “Hold on, let me see that.” Kai says and takes the pin you had just put back. Paying for it and giving it to you, smirking. “For my most loyal customer.” He says to you quietly as you both leave the store.

You roll your eyes and turn on the car. “Anything else you wanna do? I could drop you off too if you’re…y’know tired or somethin’.” You say and tap on the steering wheel. Kai thinks for a moment before turning to you. “I’m kinda hungry…let’s go eat then we can go our separate ways.” He suggests and tells you where to go again. You both often got food before or after the exchange of money and Adderall. Munchies really had a hold on you both. Going through the drive-thru, you got the food and parked nearby. “It’s literally insane, the graphics looked so good in the demo.” Kai says, talking about The Evil Within 2. “I know, dude. The first game was so smooth too so imagine how much better the new one is gonna be.” Chewing on fries, Kai nods. “After you’re done with the Resident Evil one, let me borrow it. Don’t spoil it for me or I’ll beat your ass.” He says and laughs a bit. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll do it anyways.” You smirk and sip on your soda. You and Kai used to hang out after school when you both were in high school. You both would spend hours playing video games and fighting about who beat who at them. “Remember when you used to get so mad when I would clown you for liking Leon Kennedy?” He says and watches you turn red. “You did this last week, dumbass.” You say and roll your eyes. Although you had known each other for so long, you still didn’t actually know much about him. He could read you like an open book but never shared much about his life. The dynamic just worked that way and you both were comfortable with it. “Remember when you dated Leah.” You smirk as his face scrunches with disgust. “Yeah…aged horribly. I wonder what she’s doing now.” He says and shrugs.

Kai’s eyes begin to wander and he sets his sights on your lips. He’s never noticed how pretty your lips were. The way your cupid’s bow wasn’t too far from your nose. The way your bottom lip twitched whenever you took a bite out of a fry. He smirks to himself as he notices how your upper lip would curl a bit before your bottom lip when you smiled. “What?” He hears you ask him. Looking up at you and shakes his head. “What about what?” He replies. “You were smirking about something.” You roll your eyes. “You just look stupid with that bit of ketchup on your cheek.” Kai gives you a napkin as your face turns red with embarrassment. “Thanks, asshole.” Your tone was playful and Kai just nods, letting out a chuckle. As you both finish your meals, you clean up after yourself. Kai throws out the garbage and takes his half empty drink with him. “I gotta head back. Some dude is coming over to fix the heater.” He says and watches you nod as you turn on the car. The air became slightly cooler now, causing you both to shiver. Driving to his place, you drop him off. “I’ll see you next week? Winter invited me over for a small friend get-together.” You say and watch him nod. “Yeah I know. I’ll see you then.” He says and you watch his form disappear into the house.

Getting home, you grab one of your blunts. “Fuck..” you mumble as you struggle to light it. Inhaling the smoke finally, you relax. Stationing yourself on the couch, your vision becomes crisp as you look around. The soft buzz feeling consuming your legs before making you feel slightly numb. Turning on the tv, you silently scroll through Netflix. “Bright colors…nah Ima watch a Barbie movie.” You say to yourself and put one on. “Barbie: Princess Charm School…fuck yeah.” You mumble and lose yourself in the movie. Groaning as you hear your phone ring, you answer. It was Kai. “Are you high?” He asks you, making you let out a lap ugh. “Yeah…why?” You slur a bit and hear him laugh. “I’m coming over.”

Kai groans a bit as he sits on the couch, cracking his neck as you get snacks. “Help yourself.” You mumble as you hand him a blunt. Munching on chips as you watch the movie, you feel Kai sit closer to you, letting out a soft cloud of smoke. “Barbie? I didn’t know you still liked that shit.” He says, making you laugh. “It’s way better when you’re high.” You reply, taking his blunt and hitting it. “Bro, this is mine.” He grumbles and steals some chips as you blow smoke onto his face. “Yeah, yeah. You’ll be fine.” You don’t realize how close you are to him until he turns to you. Your noses touch ever so softly. Both your eyes and his were hooded, making you laugh. “What?” He mumbles against your lips. “You look funny…” you say and glance at his lips touching yours.

You feel your lips tingling as you kiss him, hearing him groan as you move yourself onto his lap. His lips felt so soft against yours, the kiss beginning to grow in hunger. “Fuck…” he mumbles into the kiss as he feels your hips grind against his. Kai’s hands wander around your body until he reaches your neck. He pulls you back by your hair gently and shakes his head. “No baby, not today. You’re higher than the clouds right now.” He says, his words seeping into your head ever so slowly. You sober up a bit and nod, sitting back down next to him. “We can later though…“ he whispers into your ear before lightly kissing your neck. Feeling you nod, you both continue watching the movie, sprinkling short make out sessions here and there. “I finally get to be exactly where I want to.” He says to you before you both pass out, higher than the sky.

Author’s Note: I know it took me a bit to get this out but I did it!! Hope you guys enjoyed it!

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[justsomeoneunordinary]

Day 1 of @madatobiweek: Magic

Tobirama is a con artist who performs as a magician and simply uses science to create his illusions, psychology to bullshit his way through his fortune-telling sessions, and chemistry to brew potions in eye-catching colors.

Because ever since the car accident that cost Tobirama’s parents and Kawarama’s life when he and Hashirama had only been teenagers, they both had to take on all kinds of jobs to keep them afloat and give their youngest brother, Itama, the best possible life.

And Tobirama is not above scamming people if it means it brings food into their kitchen.

Enter Madara, a fire-natured witch of the Uchiha Coven, as well as the greatest mirage artisan to ever have lived. He’s on the search for his younger brother, Izuna, who disappeared about a month ago without a trace, which is how he encounters Tobirama in the town of Konoha—whose trickery is so convincing that he believes Tobirama must be a real seer.

Desperate to find Izuna, Madara offers Tobirama a fortune to help him, even if it irks him to ask a seer of the Senju Coven. His father never had a good word for the Senju witches, and Madara can’t quite shake off the distrust of an old blood feud. But he remembers Hashirama from his childhood who was a trustworthy person, despite being unaware of the mighty earth nature inside of him, and that’s enough for him.

Tobirama hesitates to accept Madara’s money, as his request seems severe and dire, but gives in in the end. They could really use that money, and it’s hardly his fault that Madara is delusional enough to spend this much money on a trick fortune teller instead of an actual investigator. Might as well use this chance to figure out if he has what it takes to become a detective, no?

Which is how they end up on a trip through the Elemental Nations during which Tobirama bullshits his seer abilities while he uses his smarts to find traces of Izuna’s whereabouts, followed by a comedy of errors as Madara and Tobirama both have the wrong image of the other, yet manage to slowly fall in love with the other.

It all comes to a climax when Madara realizes that Tobirama is no real witch, and Tobirama gets his world turned upside down upon finding out that magic actually exists. And oh, fuck. He just scammed a real witch!

I have no plans to ever write this fic, so if you feel inspired, please go ahead. You may run with this idea as you please, with proper credit of course.

All photos in the moodboard are from Unsplash and Pexels, both sources of freely usable images.

[barbiiebrat]

just sent this to a mutual thought you’d all enjoy 😊

i’ve been dropped off in the desert naked without any resources to get home:

by the time i find a gas station i’ll do anything. i’ll suck the cashier off for a bottle of water (the protein is good for me anyway) then i’ll hitch a ride with a trucker, thinking that they’re more trustworthy than the average driver. he offers me a ride in exchange for fucking him in the cab. as soon as he cums in me however, he throws me back onto the ground at the gas station, where the cashier comes to use me again. this goes on for a while until eventually a kind stranger offers to drive me in my direction until he gets to his destination, as long as i don’t get cum on his seats (i’m covered by now), and as long as i give him road head. he cums down my throat then punches my already bruised tits and cunt before kicking me out for making a mess in his car. this pattern of walking, getting used, getting a ride, getting used, getting kicked out and walking, continues for hours until i get home. every man i come across uses me (and many piss in my mouth. it’s a hot day after all and i should stay hydrated) and every woman i come across spits on me and pisses on me if she feels so inclined. by the time i make it home im beaten black and blue, sunburned, dehydrated and covered in the piss and cum of strangers

[aromanticannibal]

Transfem Katsuki (edited as of Nov. 2023. Katsuki hadn't died yet when this was written so bear with me.)

In honor of "fuck I thought about transfem Katsuki and now I'm in love with her again" and also because of a shitty discourse post I saw. Enjoy.

She will NOT figure it out until at least second year of UA.

She's always been uneasy about the whole boy thing. Specifically boy. Like she's one of the guys ok sure but she's not a boy.

We know how kind Aldera is to anyone who's slightly out of the norm (ie Deku) and Katsuki is especially aware given she was part of the problem. So yeah, internalized transphobia (+homophobia) we love to see it./s

Getting into UA and quickly realizing that like more than half the class is openly and proudly queer in some way gave her whiplash, and as much of a bully as she still was at this point, she didn't say anything.

She tried to convince herself it was to not get in trouble and gamble her place at UA, but really she was just glad to not be somewhere as fucked as her middle school.

And if the trans ponytail chick makes her question who she really wants to be... well that's nobody's business.

As I am very subtly implying, Momo ends up being a big part of Katsuki accepting herself and her identity as a trans woman.

Katsuki loves her friend group (she'll never admit it but she does, so much) but she associates them with her old group from Aldera somewhat unconsciously, and is terrified they'll push her away, even if she knows she's just. Straight up wrong.

As in, so incredibly wrong. Sero and Jirou are non binary ("Whatever the hell that means") Kirishima is a proud trans man ("More of a man than any of the cretins at Aldera will ever be") Mina's dating a trans girl from another school ("Camie Utsushit or smth") and Kaminari is so many different flavors of queer its almost impressive.

Really, her friends are probably the ones that should be worried, she tries to remind herself, hammering it in her head. Katsuki was an asshole for most of her life, they should be the ones scared of her. They're not though. For some fuckin' reason.

So yeah, talking to her friend group is out of the question. Momo though.

Momo is a special kind of trustworthy. Momo is the kind of person you'd give your entire life savings, your child, your car and your wife to. Katsuki hates that, she hates trusting people, it always ends badly, so she prefers doing stuff on her own.

Except it doesn't always end badly. Especially not with Yaomomo.

Every early saturday morning, Katsuki's and Momo's workout sessions happen at the same time. Eventually, they start talking during that time. Katsuki eventually asks about Momo being trans, more or less convinced she'll tell her to go fuck herself (she obviously doesn't).

It helps, despite the fact that her experience isn't the same as Katsuki's at all. Momo always knew she was a girl, her parents always were supportive about it, and money really wasn't a problem to help her transition once she was old enough to make that decision. Hell, she can literally make estrogen.

Katsuki then comes to the realization that yeah, she's probably a girl. Not like I'll ever do shit about it, she thinks.

Things kinda stay stagnant for a time then. Katsuki has way more important stuff to worry about (like exams and also her and her friends almost dying etc etc) and the self-hatred that simmers in her head constantly doesn't make it really fun to actually think about herself.

Second year comes around.

Because this is me, and my blog, and I do what I want, I present to you my son, Shinsou. Most trans guygirl t4t lesbian of all time. In my heart.

So Shinsou is very trans in the most mysterious way you could think of, so mysterious he himself doesn't really know what is going on with his gender. He doesn't exactly care, he just vibes (any pronouns).

They're pretty knowledgeable on queer stuff because it loves to read wikipedia pages until 5AM when it can't sleep and got lost on multiple LGBTQ+ related forums when she was 13. (He also knows a lot about chickens and lizards.)

She can just breathe the queer coming out of Katsuki, but when they ask they're just met with "oh Bakugou? Yeah no, he's cishet. Our token straight man. To prove we're diverse, etc." (-Shouji, entirely serious). Shinsou's not buying it but she doesn't like assuming, so he shuts up.

Meanwhile, Katsuki has nothing to think about anymore now that things have settled and she's not getting attacked by her self-hatred constantly, so she unfortunately ends up thinking about her gender (truly tragic. Genuinely though, it's almost distressing because she pushed the thought down for so long that it's scary to think about).

Because early mornings and nights are a time outside of our world, it's again around 5AM that Katsuki talks to someone who might help her with her gender problem. Shinsou in fact, who's of course awake on a Monday morning after a sleepless night, eating cereal out of the box.

Katsuki finds herself chatting with the weirdo and eventually asks what the fuck kinda gender it is, if only to be able to call her something else than the weirdo in her head.

The realization that gender is a construct and doesn't really fucking exist so it doesn't actually matter is somewhat of an epiphany for Katsuki. Like she's silent for multiple minutes. Shinsou is getting scared

Quietly, she mutters a small "I think I'm a girl" to Shinsou. It smiles and says "Nice. There's not enough girls in this class." and goes back to its cereal.

Katsuki has no fucking idea how that fucker exists. He's an anomaly in the timeline. Katsuki adores them.

(Platonically. Girl doesn't have time for romantic love. Yes I'm also making her aromantic, because aro Katsuki is the loml and one of my fave hcs.)

After that weird but insightful conversation, Katsuki finally asks Momo for help, taking her up on an offer she had made one morning. ("If you ever need my help for anything concerning [your gender bullshit], come see me.")

Momo being the absolute QUEEN that she is, she assembles all transgirls and cisgirls of the class + whoever else would like to join (which ends up being Jirou, Shinsou and Aoyama) and they all go on a shopping trip with Katsuki to help her figure out what she likes.

Does she want to wear makeup? Does she want feminine clothes? Or long hair? Does she want boobs? Or thinner traits?

Does she just want different pronouns and to be addressed viewed as a girl?

Mina shortens that as "What kinda girl is Katsuki".

I'll do you the answer here so this doesn't take forever, because the process of figuring it out must be long.

Mainly, the verdict will eventually be that Katsuki didn't really feel comfortable in the box she, her parents and Aldera put her in, which is a sort of vague idea of a Boy, Man, Son. She's mean and a bitch and probably a tomboy and she's a girl. That's all. She doesn't want of any of that flowery pink crap and being "gracefully feminine" like Momo is, she'll still kick your teeth in. Being a girl isn't fundamentally part of her identity or her personality, but it's who she's comfortable being.

She does enjoy skirts once she feels comfortable enough to wear them. She grows her hair a bit too (because she doesn't wanna look like her mother at first, but she ends up liking the look) and puts it up in a ponytail.

Makeup is a bitch but it looks cool, so she lets Mina, Aoyama and Shinsou use her face as a canevas for their weird makeup experiments. She thinks she looks like a clown half the time though (she doesn't, she's really cute). She mostly does eyeliner, which she already knew how to do before starting her transition, and very rarely lipgloss.

She doesn't really care about having breasts or softer traits, mainly because her traits are already pretty androgynous when she looks at herself, and she's already got big pecs so like. Basically tits. It's the same, it doesn't really matter. She's happy with how her body looks, she worked to have a healthy body and she doesn't care if it's "not a woman's body" or whatever the fuck. She likes how her body is and she doesn't really care about changing it.

She thinks of using she/they (like Jirou) but doesn't exactly care about they/them? Like they're not bad to have used on her (way better than he/him) but she prefers just using she/her.

She doesn't change her first name. It means victory, so it's already perfect for her. It's her name.

Some of her friends (the ones who aren't scared of death cough cough Shinsou) call her Katsuki-chan (Kacchan is copyrighted) but most her friends call her Kats', because she let slip one time she thinks it's cute.

To end this because good lord I've been typing for some time, here's my Transfem Bakugou pinterest board. I actually have a bunch of transfem characters pinterest boards lmao

Also realizing I almost didn't talk about Izuku. Damn I've really betrayed myself as a bkdk truther. Rip.

[grigori77]

Critical Role, Campaign 3 Epsiode 92

Oh yeah ... just getting it off exactly how it needs to given all the massive feels we're gonna get, right? Way to go, Marisha, filling in for Sam JUST RIGHT at the start ... XD "Off off off ... THIS hotdog ... BITES BACK." Oh wow ... yeah this whole plug's just been derailed before she can even start ... wait ... what? A dump cake? Oh boy ... "catterpilling"? Is this something I maybe don't actually wanna know about? Yes, GO OFF, Marisha! Give Riegel a damn good seeing to even though he's not here ... Liam: "This is Orym's Form of Dread." Matt: "I hate everything about this."

Yeah ... so here we go, then ... we were a puddle of ruination at the end of last week's episode ... what further emotional devastation are we in for THIS week? I'm not ready ...

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Please don't remind me of the pain ... and yet, we must ...

So seriously, is Liliana with THEM now? How does this work?

They're OUTSIDE the city? Well, that's actually kind of LUCKY ...

This is all SO complicated ... CAN we trust her? Well ... I mean ... she IS giving us a pretty useful loredump right now ...

Oh right, here we go ... time for the conflicting theological viewpoints to fuck up what fragile peace we got going here right now ...

Exactly ... apathy in something THAT POWERFUL could be EXTREMELY dangerous to BOTH worlds ...

TO THE MOUNTAIN!!!

So ... is she voluneering to be a spy? A double-agent in the fight? Howcan we be sur she's trustworthy to begin with? I'm sorry,. but I'm really NOT sold on Liliana suddenly being repentant right now ...

He made contact 300 YEARS AGO? Holy fuck ...

Any more Vessels? Hmmm ... that's worrying too ... Ludinus ain't even HERE? He's back on Exandria? Interesting ...

Evoroa knows where he is? Okay ...

Yay! Religious persecution! What fun! Oof ... okay, seriously, I get where she's coming from, but this is REALLY dngerous even so ... there's no good end to this situation, no matter what they do, it's all totally FUCKED already ...

LILIANA TEMULT BACKSTORY!!! O.O

Time for escape ... yeah, this is gonna be interesting ...

They just JUMPED all the way to the Bloody Bridge? Holy fuck ... wait ... ARE THEY here? This sounds an awful lot like they're not ACTUALLY there ... is this just an illiusion or is she shielding them somehow?

GO!!! GO NOW!!! Like, STUPID FAST!!!

Liliana is BENDING TIME round her? Forcing it to go slow? Holy shit ...

WHOOSH!!! On the way home, then ...

Wait! What do they do when they GET THERE again? Oh shit ...

ARE THEY back at the Malleus Key? Oh fuck, they are ... shit! What the fuck ... oh, they STILL can't se them? How the hell is she managing to make THIS work? So far away like this ... how long do they have left?

Yeah ... maybe Pass Without a Trace is NOT smart just yet ... YES!!! Deception sounds wiser ... time to walk out whistling ...

Disguise Self etc ... hmmm ... so they're gonna BLUFF it out, then ...

Laura, how the HELL could you roll a Crit Fail RIGHT NOW? Oh fuck this is THE WORST ... this is going to go SO BAD ... this is gonna be like a fucking CAR CRASH ...

Mystics ... BALLS ... and now they're being INTERCEPTED ...

They're RAISING ALARM ... oh this just keeps getting worse ... crap ... CRAP CRAP CRAPPITY CRAP-CRAP-CRAP ...

Twinned Spell Phantasmal Force? Okay, Laudna ... I'm REALLY hoping this works ... this is like a total fucking Hail Mary right now ...

BLUFF!!! Please let this work ... HOLY FUCK!!! I cannot fucking believe this ... O.O

NOW you're looking for Planerider Ryn? NOW?!!!

Matt: "Orym rolls high enough to see into the REAL dimension ..." Liam: "What does that mean?" Laura: "Atreyu!" LOL

Go WEST young man ... and others ... um ...

Graveyard of holy warriors ... charming ... Matt described THIS a little TOO well and it's harrowing ...

Get word out as quick as possible ... Yay! Keyleth! And like always Matt STILL plays her as awkward. It's adorable ... XD

Laura (to Travis): "Hey! Fuck off!" Liam: "They were such an adorable couple." Marisha: "Hash-tag goals!"

Exhaustion? Oh fuck, guys ... yeah, this is gonna make it tougher ...

I can't believe they're actually MANAGING to get away ...

And NOW the loss is finally hitting them ... oh fuck ... this is gonna be SO MUCH WORSE than if they'd actually BEEN ABLE to process right away ...

Yeah ... IS that bond between mother and daughter TRULY lost for good?

Oh Laudna ... dead girl needs a hug so bad ...

Otohan's shit? Here we go ... oh yeah, Orym's gonna go OFF right now ... fuck ...

"RIP FCG" ... Marisha's fan ... awwww ... but also that's making me cry a bit ...

Oh, so Evoroa is just COMPLETELY beside herself right now and I don't blame her, this WOULD be a weird experience for her ... and I suppose THIS place isn't a good introduction for herin real life ...

Ludinus is in AEOR?!!! How the FUCK is that supposed to work?

MFMM indeed ...

The "Dominox"?

I love Laudna being EXTRA twitchy-creepy when she's excited ... :3

Travis: "CAN YOU STOP INTERRUPTING THE STORY!!!" Laura: "I'm sorry!" (continues to interrupt)

We're only just NOW remembering FRIDA? Oh fuck ...

Yes! Feed the Bormodo ... awww ... :3

Oh yeah, that sword is just BAD FUCKING NEWS, definitely. "Ishta the Summit Blade"? Charming ...

Just pushing on until they reach safety, then ...

A rare Ashton/Laudna heart-to-heart ... hmmm ...

And now Imogen's checking on a very fragile Orym ... oh man ... oh yeah, Wee Man is in a very dark place right now and I want to hug him so tight ... yeah, I think we're ALL gonna miss Letters. Imogen: "They were ... they were ALIVE." Oh ... fuck ...

Oh ... the Sending Stone? Orym tries to contact Dorian ... fuck ... PLEASE let this work this time ... oh fuck, this message ...

LEAVE THE TABLE?!!! What the sweet FUCK?!!! Matthew, what the FUCK is this? What are you doing?

Wait ... Matt, where the hell are you ... O.O AABRIA?!!! Holy FUCK!!!

And now ... a break ... while I try to make sense of THIS insane new twist ...

Wait ... THE CROWN KEEPERS?!!! Holy shit ... and now Matt's at the table as a PLAYER again ... and ROBBIE!!! It's been SO LONG, man ... we've missed you so much ...

So basically this is Exandria Unlimited continued ... hmmm ...

Ah, here we go ... the Solstice ... cuz this is A LOT of catching up to do ...

Zephra? Sounds like the best place, really ... so ... time to catch up PROPER with the group, then ...

Oh yeah, Fy'ra is SO VERY MUCH the Mom friend in this group ...

Wow ... Opal's clearly UNRAVELLING a bit right now ... that's not good at all ...

Ah ... yes ... TED ...

Crap ... THIS can't be god ... a Wisdom save? Balls ... bad sign ...

TALK ABOUT asking for a Perception check with FORCE ... "the SPOOKIEST 20!" XD

Aabria: "I will not give you my true name!" Robbie: "Your choices are Poska and Goblin!" XD

What the fuck ... did Opal just TURN EVIL?!!!

Huh ... Aabria's on the move, that's ... INTERESTING ... and now we got a Battlemap ... oh boy ... we're just getting RIGHT INTO IT, clearly ... I'm suddenly VERY SCARED for everybody ...

Wow ... so now it looks like it's Aimee against EVERYBODY ELSE ...this just got EVEN WORSE ...

Fuck! So TED is in charge, now? Or soebody WORSE ... that's so bad ... O.O Oh balls, it's WAY worse than that ...

Webbing? Yup, definitely some monstrous evil spider goddess, then ... I think we know who THIS is then ...

Aimee has to make the impossible Sophie's Choice ... and Aabria is FORBIDDING HER from pulling any punches ... great ...

Oh yeah, possessed Opal is setting out to full-on MURDER Fy'ra ... 2 D10s PLUS TEn TO EACH?!!! Oh fuck ... yeah, that sounds PAINFUL ... and NOW we're rolling for Initiative ...

Matt rolled a NINE for his Initiative ... of course he did ... "Dariax is BACK, baby!" XD

Morrighan is itching for ANYTHING to target besides Opal ... but there's ONLY HER ... hmmm ... wait ... cast HASTE on Opal? Huh? O.O Oh no, on HERSELF ... okay ... ah yes, Rabbit Hop, yeah ... Vow of Enmity? OKAY ... Aabria: "Okay, this sounds REALLY AGGRESSIVE, and I LIKE IT!" And now we need a refresher on the mechanics of Haste ... Divine Smite? Oh yeah ... at 4th Level? oof ... Morrighan is NOT holding back AT ALL ... 27 points of Radiant damage ... yeah, that's HARD ...and she's apologising the whole time ...

Wait ... NONE OF THAT touches Opal? How the FUCK?!!!

"Meat beast bandersnatch Opel" is a description that goes SO HARD, Aabria!

So, second attack from Morrighan ... "Fuck you, Ted!" Yeah, definitely ... 22 points ... oh shit ... SHiELD?!!! Sneaky ... oh wait ... is Ted trying to PROTECT Opal? I'm so confused, now ...

Aabria ragging on the Marisha hotdog and Matt just looking SO sheepish ... I love it ... XD

A gemstone dick? Really? Morrighan: "Wow, it's so BIG." Aabria (instantly regretting what she just did): "STOP IT!!!"

Dorian is SPACED right now, compared to the others, he has NO IDEA what's going on ... winged boots ENGAGE!!! A last little toot ... Bardic Inspiration to Fy'ra! Yeah! And he flies up to Opal and just tries to give her a BIG HUG ... O.O Really? And she just picks him up and drops him far away on the ground without ANY fuss ... oof ... oh, a Persuasion Check? Hmmmm ... oh yeah, that's STILL a Nat1 ...

That is SUCH a confusing mental conversation ...

Fy'ra takes this all VERY personal given what she's just had to go through with her sister ... yes girl, invoke the Wildmother! SHUSH, PHONE!!! Oh yeah ... yeah, the Wildmother WOULD be somewhat incommunicado right now ... ye3ah, it's just PAINFUL trying to communicate right now ...

Okay, she's going for the whip instead ... ooh, so she's trying to snatch Opal and pull her AWAY from Ted or the Spider Queen or whatever this is ... sdespite a lot of dice, that's still just SEVEN POINTS of damage ... oof ... that really just doesn't do ANYTHING ...

Anjali: "Do I FEEL the fick of gems as I move across it?" Aabria: "STOP!!!"

Okay, so clearly IT IS the Spider Queen, then ...

Wait ... what just happened to Ted? "Aevilux"? What? A BEACON?!!! Oh fuck, it IS a Luxon Beacon ... fuck ... those things are NEVER good ... fuck ... so just as Opal finally understands Ted and their connection that evil Spider-bitch DESTROYS that connection ... NO!!!

Ted attacks Morrighan ... 14 points of piercing damage from the Dark Blade? Hmmmm ...

Dariax is just CONFUSED ... as he WOULD BE ... Bless at 2nd Level? Okay, then ... oh yeah, he's just PANICKING ... and trying to scramble up the rock ... this will be interesting ... yeah, Dariax has NO sense of self-preservation ... yeah, OUCH ... and another Bardic Inspiration to Dorian ... that's adorable ...

You know what? We really needed this cuteness after last week ... :3

Opal casts DARKNESS?!!! On herself AND Ted? Fuck ... yeah, that's basically EVERYBODY, except for Fy'ra ... and the only person who can see in MAGICAL darkness is OPAL!!! Oh shitty fuck ... O.O

Aabria: "I need you to KILL THEM."

Anjali picks the worst time to pee and the others immediately rag on her for it ...

Cute little squirrel = scary extra spider ... hmmm ...

Oh, so the dicks are DANI'S FAULT? I see ...

Cyrus can't see anything ... so he just starts shouting at his brother asking what to do ... this is a VERY odd exchange ... whoa, so he's STILL a Level 6? Aabria: "He's a himbo! He wouldn't have learned anything!"

Wisdom save shenanigans! XD

Morrighan tries to hop to Fy'ra in the total darkness ... acrobatics check ... oh, MIsty Step? Yeah, that's better ... oh, but not so much while she's blind ... hmmm ... yeah, we're really not sure WHAT to do now ... O.O 8? Off ... so she gives HERSELF 5 points of damage asshe lands EXACTLY where she meant to ... yeah ... Lay On Hands for Fy'ra? Nice ... 34 points back? Sweet ... and now she's stabbing the spider ... okay ... oh GRAB the dick of gems? Yeah, do that ...

The gems are memories and feelings of Opan herself? Okay, DEFINITELY protect these, then ...

Flashback? In the middle of the fight? Interesting ...

THat's really adorable in a funny way ... :3

Whoa, so Morrighan PERMANENTLY saved and protected THAT specific memory and connection to Opal? Oh my gods that's fantastic ...

Oh yeah. "Bossy Genasi" just fits her SO WELL ...

Dorian fishes out his mandolin and casts Dispel Magic on the Darkness ... PLEASE pass the rolls, Robbie ... 9? SHITE!!! Essentially he just fart instead and it blows him backwards a little ... so he drops down to where he THINKS Dariax is ... Acrobatics check? NICE roll this time ... got him! And he returns the Bardic Inspiration right back ... :3

Fy'ra scoops up more gems while trying to check in with the Wildmother again ... ah, dick jokes ... we're all children tonight ... XD ... ah, more flashbacks! Okay ... wow, Fy'ra really is BAD at positive physical contact ... Opal is immensely proud about knowing the word "absentia" ... ah, and she argues with Ted again, like always ... awwwww ... "rent-a-sister" ... too cute ... "Two coins together"? OH MY GODS!!! :3 And finally a challenge to the Spider Queen ...

She walks up the wall BECAUSE SHE CAN and surveys the scene ... hmmmm ...

LEGENDARY ACTION?!!! EXCUSE ME?!!!

Eldritch Blast? Fuck ... and of course SHE KNOWS who the biggest threat is ... SHIT ... wait, DARIAX?!!! Fuck ... O.O And all three HIT ... OH BOY ... 28 points of damage ... AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!! Wait, up to 38 points? NOOOO ...

Oh Dariax ... that was SO BAD and yet SO FUNNY ...

Ted takes a swing at both Dariax AND Dorian ... and hits, of course ... oof ...

Dariax casts another Bless, then Quickens a spell to cast Dimension Door, grabs Dorian's arm and jumps them both onto the top of the rock. Going entirely by guess ... hmmm ... but Ted is a MAGE SLAYER? What the ever-loving FUCK?!!! Meanwhile they have to first land well but also NOT crush any dick-gems ... oof ... roll well, Matthew! O.O And THANK FUCK they JUST make it ... Dariax pulls a FULL-ON Van Damme splits landing ...

ANOTHER flashback! Dariax has a special night-piss? That's adorable in a real himbo way ... yeah, that's a little unsettling, Opal ... oh my gods, I love how Dariax is perceptive enough to KNOW he's not smart, but also really magnanimous with his acceptance of her failed attempt to flatter him ... whoa ... she CORRUPTS the memory? You evil spider-bitch ... oh, this just got SO CRUEL ... and now SUPER FUCKING SCARY ... whoa ...

Oh fuck ... Spider Goddess is trying to convince Opal to make them LEAVE HER ... that's so much worse ...

So now the spiders are DESTORYING the gems ... oh man ... KILL THAT FUCKER, Cyrus! And now he's poisoned! Fuck!

Aimee has to make another Wisdom savw with a TWENTY diffiulty? Fuck ... and she rolls 13 ... AAAARGH!!! Oh, now THEY ALL have to do that ... oof ... so Dorian and Dariax tank that ... ouch ...

They're losing her ... oh fuck ... fuck, so now Dariax thinks she's turned into a full-blown spider monster ... fuck ... and meanwhile Dorian sees EVERYONE has been overtaken by the horror affecting Opal ... even worse ...

OPal gets BIGGER, taller, stretched out ... and just NASTY ... oh yeah, Spider-bitch is DONE fucking around now ...

And she's calling it a night NOW?!!! Seriously? Ooof ...

So ... does this mean that THIS is how next week's starting? Is it gonna be the WHOLE episode, maybe? I can't say I'm AGAINST that, really ...

[plaindangan]

(SJ) Komaru originally came on the island to spend time with her brother and meet some ultimates for the first time. However, when she tried to meet up with him on the central island, she saw him enter some car with some mysterious girl with black and white hair (though now that she thinks about it, she also thought the girl looked a tad bit robot and bear like). Before she could call out, she was attacked by ghouls! How can Komaru repel them off on her own?

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Jabberwock Island!~

A place of tropical paradise that Komaru could chillax, eat some good food and meet people she'd never thought she'd meet at all!! And the best part? She got here thanks to her great brother....kinda?

Well, sorta, there was a contract she had to sign from some lady in black & white...but she seemed trustworthy!!! She said that as long as Komaru signed, she could play with her big bro and even Toko! As such, she signed on willingly!!! Thus, now she's here!!!

So far this place seems......actually, it was kind of eerie, huh? People seemed to scatter about as soon as they got on, but perhaps they were just busy with something else...oh!! There was her brother...in some vehicle with the Hostess? Wonder what they were talking about.

Unfortunately, Komaru wouldn't really get to know as suddenly monsters began to flock Central Island!!! Grey...moaning...oozing...white slime from their crotches? Handsome looking...and even sexy girl types as well~ Komaru was extremely flustered and very confused as she found herself getting surrounded by the corner, unsure whether to run or fuck them...

Thankfully, Makoto came bolting out of the car, swerved to grab Komaru and had both running away!!!~ As they ran, Makoto began to quickly explain the horror show they had to live on for a while, with Komaru feeling both relieved (and kind of disappointed in part~) to avoid such a raunchy fate....

Though, that still begged the question:

"Say, bro, why were you with that Hostess? Were you talking about something?" Weeeeeeeeeell~

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(Flashback to the car!)

SLLLLLLLRRRP! SLLLLLLRRRRRP! SLLLLLLLLLLRRRPP!!

"Why!!" SLLLLLRP! "Should those damn deadheads!!!" SLRRRRRRRP!! "Get this juicy thing first and not meeeee~ Puhuhuhuhu!! Makes no sense, riiiight? I'm the Mistress of this bitch!!!!" MKC said lustfully, slobbering and sucking on that fuckstick of Makoto, who was in utter bliss from the inhuman sucking this android was installed with.

"O-oohhhhhhh Goddddddddd!!" he bellowed, eventually spurting hard in MKC's mouth. Much to her delight as she easily swallowed a load so thick other's would easily be gagging.

"Puhuhuhuhu...delicious...oh, right?" She pointed out the window casually. "Your sister's about to be ghoul chow in a sec! So better get that snack before she winds up turning you into hers~"

"...WHAT?!!!!!!!!!!"

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"...No reason."

"Riiight...your fly is open~"

"H-heeeeeeeey, I think I see Toko and Kyoko!! Let's meet up with them!!" Komaru giggled, rolling her eyes as she followed along the embarrassed boy (who was desperately trying to pull up his zipper) Her brother's still a lady magnet like no other, huh?

[kylejsugarman]

Do you think Jesse watches his language around Baby at all? I can imagine him holding back around her (but still slipping up often), then getting upset when someone else swears. But since he's mad, he'd just go "hey, watch the fucking language" or something.

he definitely really tries to when he first meets her!! he's already doing his best to be a good, trustworthy Adult around her and demi, and drills it into himself that he needs to be a Good Role Model. we are talking about jesse "bitch" pinkman though, so he slips up pretty often and initially feels terrible about it because what kind of good parent swears constantly in front of their kid?? after a while though, he realizes that baby isn't repeating any of them and it doesnt bother her the way yelling does and demi doesn't comment on it (other than giving an involuntary giggle when his default response is "hell yeah"), and stops putting so much pressure on himself. baby grew up around adults anyway, so it's nothing she hasn't heard. but ur absolutely right, he doesn't like strangers swearing around her and will break out the "hey dude, do u mind, theres a little kid here" as if he didnt just say "fuck this parking lot" in the car with her five minutes ago. he's nothing if not super protective of her and will make a fuss, even if it does mean accidentally saying "don't say that shit" to the guy cursing up a storm at the post office.

[blubushie]

hiii u know who this is ;3 i have abad questions!!!

do u feel older or younger than u are?

whats ur favorite thing about urself?

if u could tell ur younger self anything what would it be?

would u rather float alone in space or float alone at sea?

what if aliens invaded the planet and they were hot

what bug have u eaten the most of (by accident?)

whats ur most justified paranoia?

if u had a year to live what would u do with it?

whats something u hate?

what keeps u up at night? (besides the obvious)

what do u do early in the morning when u should be sleeping?

whats the worst pain uve ever felt?

how high is ur pain tolerance?

whats the worst movie uve ever seen?

whats ur favorite piece of clothing?

whats an unpopular opinion u have?

whats ur earliest memory?

do u sing when ur alone?

we know uve taken them, but have u ever saved someones life?

what tattoos do u have?

Heh I do know who this is!! I've missed your lists :]

Do you feel older or younger than you are?

Probably younger. I'm 23 but more immature than my father and siblings were at my age. But I prefer calling it a "zest for life." ;]

2. What's your favourite thing about yourself?

Steady hands.

3. If you could tell your younger self anything, what would it be?

Not everyone is trustworthy. Trust your gut.

4. Would you rather float alone in space or alone at sea?

Alone at sea. Waves are calming and help me sleep. Some of the best sleep I've ever had has been at sea.

5. What if aliens invaded the planet (and they were hot)?

I'd clap some alien cheeks, obviously.

6. What bug have you eaten the most of (by accident)?

Flies.

7. What's your most justified paranoia?

Everyone's out to kill, hurt me, or take advantage of me.

8. If you had a year to live, what would you do with it?

Return to Australia and immediately go bush so the government can't find me. Let me die out there where I belong.

9. What's something you hate?

Dumb teenagers who speed and/or tailgate. Also people who overtake and don't use their fucking indicators. But especially teenagers who speed and those that think speeding is cool/skite about speeding. Yeah, yeah, it's fun to go fast, do it when there aren't other fucking cars on the road so if you crash at least you only kill yourself instead of both of us. I've got places to be and I'd like to get there with my anatomy intact, cheers.

10. What keeps you up at night?

Memories of that time I was kidnapped and interrogated heavily for sixteen hours.

Also groceries. "You gotta to the shops tomorrow and get milk, and stop at the servo and get petrol, and-"

11. What do you do early in the morning when you should be sleeping?

Sleeping. I actually have a pretty healthy sleep schedule. I'm 23, my arse cannot pull all-nighters like it used to.

But if I'm not sleeping, I'm writing. Or lying in bed and trying to sleep.

12. What's the worst pain you've ever felt?

Toss-up between scarification for indigenous initiation ceremony and being partially disembowelled by an angry pig. The scarification was slower so the pain lasted longer and was worse mentally because I knew it was coming the whole time so had more than enough time to scare the shit out of myself, but I'd argue the Pig Incident was actually worse on the overall level of pain. Feeling something sharp moving inside your body is a special kind of weird.

13. How high is your pain tolerance?

Tolerance? High. I feel pain easy but I'm good at fighting through it and not letting it get the better of me.

14. What's the worst movie you've ever seen?

Pan Man. It's fucking hilarious. Terrible plot-wise and budget wise, but perfect in its hilarity and execution. It's my favourite "so bad it's good" movie.

15. What's your favourite piece of clothing?

Necklace.

16. What's an unpopular opinion you have?

Beer tastes better as tinnies over bottled. So does fizz. I don't know why but the carbonation holds better and it tastes more... crisp? It's just better.

17. What's your earliest memory?

Lying in a hospital bed when I was three, staring up at the lights in the room, because a plastic surgeon just sutured my left eyebrow back together after I fell face-first into the coffee table and busted it open. My mum was at work and my dad was supposed to be watching me, but he was on the phone and I was jumping about on the couch. She still hasn't forgiven him. The scar's not even noticeable unless you're close enough to see the lines of the stroma of my irises. So unfortunately I don't have a "cool" eye scar like the blokes do in the movies.

18. Do you sing when you're alone?

If I know the song and it's in my range and I'm in a good enough mood, yes.

19. Have you ever saved someone's life?

Yes.

20. What tattoos do you have?

I have a dingo tattooed on the inside of my left wrist. Sometime soon, maybe around the start of next month, I'm looking to get Kaz tattooed on my outer forearm from elbow to wrist.

[borom1r]

MWAH @theshakespearetrash sent me another whole entire ask meme over DMs (link) for whenever i wanted to do character questions.. answering abt remake!John Ryder bc i am currently filled w/ the urge to gnaw on him...........

1) do they have allergies?

no. doesn’t even get seasonal allergies 😑

2) what foods will they not touch?

HM. Ok like we’ve talked abt, I don’t think he conceptualizes himself as like. A Whole Person? so I think ultimately he’ll eat anything that’s put in front of him/he can get his hands on. he’s not picky but he also just doesn’t consider his own preferences. food is food is food.

3) what kinds of music do they like?

AHHHH. okay. again the whole “doesn’t conceptualize himself as a person with preferences” thing, BUT. I am a weird little man with a Hitcher self-insert who DOES have preferences >:3

if Ken is driving he is ALWAYS blasting the stereo so John absorbs a lot of music just from being in a vehicle with Kenneth. he will admit to enjoying certain CAKE songs bc of Ken (specifically thinking of Satan Is My Motor bc I think John would find it amusing)

4) how are they around new people?

charming + disarming :) (do not let him in your vehicle)

5) do they speak in an accent?

not a particularly distinct/placeable one, but he does have a very soft voice. I’m biased for sure but I love listening to him speak lol

6) have they tried learning a new language?

the movie’s set in New Mexico, I expect he knows conversational Spanish just for convenience

7) how many languages do they know?

we’ll call it one and a half. English and enough Spanish to appear trustworthy and get a ride

8) what is a song that will always make them cry?

make him CRY????? nothing lmao

9) how do they cry? heaving? silently? sobbing?

he doesn’t. he’d go animal panic mode or just completely shut down before he’d cry.

10) how do they dress? for practicality or fashion?

100% practicality. dresses to blend in with the scenery— the most distinguishable thing abt him is his coat, which is easy to shed and then he’s just another dude in the south wearing a button-down and jeans and work boots.

11) what is the first thing they notice about a stranger?

ohhhhhhh this is. interesting. I dont think he does necessarily? notice anything, I mean. in the sense that yeah he doesn’t consider HIMSELF a whole person but he Does consider himself above others. Predator and prey. I think his sort of base analysis of a stranger is “would they be good to kill” and from there he just stops storing information

Kenneth only gets the grace of Being A Person in John’s mind because Kenneth is a fucking nutjob who got turned on when John threatened to kill him. sth sth overlapping flavors of crazy sth sth the inherent intimacy of having a trailer park tire fire to burn evidence

12) what is their humour like?

morbid and violent lmao. finds it amusing to toy with people

13) do they have scars? what caused them?

I imagine he has quite a few little ones. Just from the nature of murdering people in cars, like there’s a wholeeeeeee lot that can go sideways there, but he’s so.. mm, skilled at what he does that there’s not much risk of him getting anything large/obvious. May have some bigger scars on his arms/legs/torso which can be easily hidden, tho. I imagine he has a lot of scars on his knuckles tho :3 (kisses them. mwah)

14) do they wear jewelry?

a wedding ring, to appear trustworthy. doesn’t wear anything else

15) are they a frivolous spender or a miser?

definitely not frivolous and I think he does spend decent stretches of time laying low, working odd jobs and saving up enough that he CAN fuck off for a while and go on a murder spree across the highways. he’s skilled enough that he’s obviously done that before (I.E. the spree we see in the film) and doesn’t have any concerns about moving between kills, so he must have money for motel rooms/paying for rides if necessary/buying food/etc. + naturally if this was ALL he did with his life he would’ve been caught wayyyyyyyy fucking sooner.

16) do they prefer luxury or practicality?

practicality but I also think generally he just doesn’t. care? a luxury hotel and a shitty rundown motel are the same to him: a roof over his head and bed to sleep in.

17) who would they quote?

HMMMMMM. no one. Ken tries quoting movies at him and John doesn’t recognize ANY of his references. which spurs a bad movie marathon lmao bc what the fuck do you MEAN you’ve never seen a Troma film???????

18) what could make them change their mind?

nothing. wretched need to see things through to the bitter bloody end, even if it’s at his own detriment

19) who is the first person they'd call?

in canon? no one. silly little “I ascribe to the alternate ending where Grace beats the shit out of him but doesn’t check if he’s dead, so sure he survives with a TBI” self-insert universe? Ken ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹

20) how are they around animals? do they have pets?

oooooooo I think he is surprisingly gentle particularly with violent animals. he and Ken absolutely have a rescue rottweiler

21) what is their favourite childhood food?

AGAIN. man does not have favorites. freak being made entirely of layers and layers of masks wallpapering a hollow void inside him < said w/ all the affection in my heart

22) what is something they've never told anyone?

HRM. extremely good question actually. I think, before Grace, he never told anyone he wanted to die. bc that truck scene, where he is actively trying to get Grace to shoot him in the head? he sounds so goddamn earnest. I think part of him, consciously or not, has been looking for someone strong enough to kill him.

23) childhood friends?

doubtful ❤️‍🩹

24) what are habits they've picked up from other people?

everything ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 his entirely personality is a patchwork of masks stolen from victims just like his aliases

25) what are their guilty pleasures?

does murder count if he doesn’t feel guilty about it lmfao?

26) what is something they're staunchly against?

NOTHING LOL. explicitly in canon kills kids and obviously there’s uh. the motel scene, too. luckyyyyy for him Kenneth (and me, by extension lmao) found that whole motel scenario hot. I’m so sorry lmfao there’s sth wrong with me for real

27) do they speak a certain way? do they use contractions? popular turns of phrase?

nah. nothing distinctive, bc the point is to be entirely indistinct

28) can they fall in love? what does it look like? does it differ between people -- friends vs family?

HRM. in canon? sort of. I think he can fall in obsession, but not necessarily love. or at least, he’d have no idea how to process love. he is obsessed with Grace and wants her to understand him, so therefore he needs to make her a monster Like Him.

with Kenneth, I think at first he sort of treats Ken like an amusing pet lmao. it’s definitely not love. after Ken hauls his ass off the side of the road post-shotgun beating? it gets.. closer to love. maybe John wouldn’t define it that way, but he also couldn’t live without Ken, sooooooo

29) what would they rather die than do?

live :) unfortunately he’s never found anyone worthy of killing him (before Grace)

really tho I don’t think he cares about anything enough to be bothered. he’s happy to get his hands dirty

30) what is their biggest mistake? one that they look out to never do again.

nothing?? teehee. at least nothing in canon. self-insert verse, definitely tangling with Grace lmao. that very much sinks in as a regret once Kenneth finally convinces him that 1) Ken really cares and 2) there are no ulterior motives to that care. the dawning horror of “there is one (1) person in this world who loves me and I almost died before I ever realized they did actually love me (all of me).” I think John has to stew on that one for a bit