#they are just little guys. little guys diligently doing their jobs. are they happy? can they even /be/ happy. who knows.

[bleuberrygliscor]

its something about the misuse and mistreatment of robotics and ai that just gets me going every time.

[maniacwatchestheworld]

DPxDC prompt #10: Vicki Vale will roast Vlad alive

[Props and credit to @starry-songs-canvas for creating this idea (sorta) which can be seen and read here... Which I then created the inverse of for this prompt thing... Enjoy!]

After the latest story she published, Vicki Vale of the Gotham Gazette needed to lay low. Preferably somewhere that wasn't Gotham City. She knew that she was provoking retaliation by reporting on Gotham's crime families and their latest involvement in city hall, but she didn't care. The truth needed to be known, and her own personal safety was just a small sacrifice that she was more than happy to make for it.

However, the Gotham Gazette couldn't risk having their star reporter getting mysteriously (but suspiciously) killed in one of Gotham's many, many dark backalleyways. So until the heat died down a little, they decided to assign her to a story out of town where she would undoubtedly be safer.

So that's how Vicki Vale of the Gotham Gazette ended up in Amity Park. She was supposed to be working on a fluff piece. This city had apparently been dealing with one hell of a ghost infestation for a while now, and the Justice League had done practically nothing to help this city deal with this problem. The article was supposed to be about the Justice League and underserved Midwestern cities dealing with unusual problems that only the Justice League could solve. So imagine her surprise when she arrived to town and started digging, only to find a few independent parties actually already dealing with the city's ghost problem, containing the ghosts, and keeping this problem from spreading elsewhere.

Foremost, there was a scientist husband and wife duo who were ghost hunting specalists and inventors. Out of everyone dealing with ghosts in the city, they surprisingly seemed to be the best prepared and had the best equipment for the job. In fact, all of the other major ghost hunting groups and individuals seemed to be using technology based off of their designs... (Certainly there was a story there and someone was probably breaking patent laws, but that would have to be a story for another day.) Secondly were the Guys in White- A little known government organization that specialized in the search and study of ghosts and other possible supernatural anomalies. She had been acquainted with them before, however the task force assigned to this city seemed... Less competent than most... Third was an individual ghost hunter dressed all in red who was known to have a particularly personal hatred for ghosts. She would ride a kind of rocket board over town, and rumor had it that she was actually a teenage girl who was attending the local high school and did the ghost hunting on her hours off from school. Out of the groups of ghost hunters in town, she seemed more interested in destroying ghosts rather than capturing and studying them like the other ghost hunters in town. And last, but certainly not least, was the local ghost boy celebrity hero- a ghost who looked much like a teenage boy who was previously known to the town as "Invis-O-Bill" before it was stated on the news that his name was actually, "Danny Phantom." No one knew why the ghost boy had such a keen interest in capturing ghosts and, according to the rumors, returning them to the place from whence they came, but his efforts were well-known throughout the town, and he was largely adored by the city for it- Especially by the younger crowd.

Vicki had decided to do her due diligence and interview these different groups of ghost hunters before writing this story off entirely. The interviews were interesting, but offered very little for her story. There seemed to be a consensus. While the number of ghosts that needed to be captured could be overwhelming at times, and while the time commitment to hunting ghosts absolutely destroyed the possibility of them having any free time, between the Fentons, Phantom, and the anonymous ghost hunter in red- Whom Vicki had decided to dub "the Red Huntress" for her story (a name that the red-clad ghost hunter seemed to like)- they largely had the problem covered. Sure, backup from the Justice League could be helpful and appreciated, but they didn't really think that the Justice League would be well equipped for their specific problem, and they mostly had it handled. In fact, the Fentons and Red Huntress alike seemed to have a particular passion for ghost hunting that they had no interest in giving up for anything!

As for the question of why people outside of Amity Park thought that this was a problem, while the people actually living there didn't... That yielded a more interesting response... For their part, the Fentons and the Red Huntress didn't know where this perception that they couldn't handle the job was coming from (in fact, the Red Huntress seemed to take particular offense to this idea)... But the Phantom offered a very curious response.

"I don't know... Maybe Vlad's keeping the press from talking about it...?"

"Vlad...?"

"Uh... Yeah! Vlad Masters? The mayor of Amity Park...?"

"You think that he's keeping the news from reporting on the successes of Amity Park's ghost hunters?" Vicki asked it as more of a statement than a question.

"Well, I know that he pays off the local papers to make him look good and for me to look bad, so... I guess it's possible...?"

Vicki thought that was interesting. Very interesting indeed. She thanked the ghost for his time and watched as he flew off, doubtless to find other ghosts menacing the population of Amity Park to defeat them.

She let out a heavy sigh. It looks like this fluff piece about how the Justice League wasn't doing enough to help this community was going to be a bust. The ghost problem was largely covered, and she had suspicions that the Justice League knew this and therefore felt no need to interfere. That wasn't a bad thing. And it certainly wasn't enough of an actual problem to be reported on.

As a reporter, Vicki knew when to trust her gut. And right now her gut was telling her that there was something much more interesting going on in this town other than a little bit of neglect from the Justice League. She pulled out her phone and called her editor-in-chief.

"Hey there, Mr. Ito. Yeah, I'm still in Amity Park, laying low. Think that it's safe for me to come home yet?" She listened to her boss reply over the line. "Oh no, no, that's not a problem at all! I just wanted to call because I think that the current piece is a bust... However... I think that I've come across something even better! Think you can get me some info?" She waited for her boss' response. "Of course, of course! I just wanted to check in with you first. But if you wouldn't mind, could you get someone to help me with digging up as much dirt as we can on Vlad Masters, the current mayor of Amity Park? I just got a tip that he may be paying off the papers here. And from what I've seen, I think that there's something more... Suspicious about him. For now it's just a hunch. But there's something here. I just need to find it."

[carmenberzattosgf]

this is probably ooc carmen but fuck it we ball….virgin carmy who’s just so stoked to have sex with you that he doesn’t really realize how ““not normal”” his behavior is.

most men you’ve been with get icked at the thought of kisses after blowjobs or giving head after they’ve cum inside—carmen does NOT care. gripping your jaw and tugging you up for messy kisses, so elated and pleased with you that he doesn’t even care that you haven’t swallowed his cum yet. cumming on your tits or your sticky cunt and immediately cleaning up his mess (and giving you another orgasm)

when you tell carmy he’s nasty, he knows it’s a compliment due to your happy tone but doesn’t really know what you mean because to him this is just normal so he’s like ‘:D ? thanks lmao’ -💫

Oh god my brain is going haywire. While I think it’s OOC for Carmy in the show, I definitely think virgin Carmy before the show would do this. Like please the way you worded it as “stoked to have sex with you” is exactly what is going on in Carmy’s brain. Literally just happy to be here vibes.

When you suck him off he refuses to push your head down at all, whatsoever. As soon as he cums in your mouth he’s pulling you off of your knees by your jaw to kiss you. You haven’t even gotten the chance to swallow before his tongue presses into your mouth.

It’s so fucking messy. A clash of lips and tongue. Spit mixed with cum drips out from between his mouth and yours. Carmy isn’t phased at all by it. If anything, the taste of himself on your tongue spurs him on. By the end of it, he’s wiping off the corners of your mouth with his thumb before cleaning the digit off with his mouth.

You assume it must have been a fluke, the way Carmy didn’t care about kissing you with his cum still in your mouth. Every guy you’ve ever been with would have protested, at least a little bit.

It’s not a fluke. Not at all. Carmen’s just straight up filthy. He shows that the next time he fucks you. He has only even cum inside you before, but Carmy has other plans this time. Right after you climax, he’s pulling out of you and fisting his cock at a rapid speed. His eyes stay focused on you and your body. Specifically, on the way your hips twitch with pleasure, and how your head is thrown back exposing the hickies he left earlier. The desperate cries of his name from your lips brings him to the edge. A couple more strokes and he’s cumming all over your stomach. Hot spurts of cum land on lower abdomen and the folds of your cunt.

When you manage to open your eyes again, Carmy wordlessly lowers himself between your legs. His blue eyes look up at you, completely blown out, as his tongue licks a broad stripe from your mound to your navel. He diligently collects every bit of cum on your stomach, swallowing it happily, before he shifts focus to your cunt. Carmen takes the same level of care there, licking up every trace of cum he encounters.

Once you’re all ‘cleaned up’, he works fast to bring you to another orgasm. If there’s one thing for sure about Carmy, it’s that he knows how to use his tongue. He already knows you inside and out, tracing his tongue on your cunt in the perfect way to make you scream. You finish with your thighs clamped around his head and your hands woven into his hair.

“Fuck, Carmy,” you sigh, letting your thighs fall back against the mattress. Carmy looks as happy as can be with a ditzy look in his eyes, and a smile he couldn’t wipe away if he tried. “You’re really nasty,” you laugh.

His head falls to rest on your thigh, looking up at you with a look of devotion in his eyes. “What do you mean?” One of his hands reaches for your own, interlocking his fingers with yours. It’s comments like this that remind you how little experience he has with sex.

“Well… every other guy I’ve been with would never kiss me after a blow job. Let alone willingly lick cum off my stomach.”

“It’s my job to clean you up. I um— trust me, I’m happy to do it.” Carmy blushes as he speaks. He really had no clue that wasn't the norm. He was just doing what felt natural.

"I'm not going to stop you. Besides, it's kinda hot."

"Oh is it?"

So yeah bascially carmy is so into cum play like it’s so very serious. It’s the part of the marking kink he 100% has going on.

[nolita-fairytale]

Carmy as your Baby Daddy | Social Media AU & Headcanon Series | part seven

a/n: may write a 'carmy & you as parents' headcanon. may also add another cute graphic/social post, however, for now... this is it, folks! enjoy our darling dearest baby daddy au which is pretty much just leaked dms between me and @carmensberzattos.

part six | masterlist

your life with carmy and baby bear:

first, baby bear has so many different cutie little nicknames: jo, joey, joey-bear, phinnie, and richie's personal favorite: toni-bear.

since you have the privilege of going on maternity leave, you do a lot of the day to day heavy lifting while carmy is at the restaurant. while he's pulled back a little at the restaurant, you know that carmy needs a little chaos in his life to feel at ease.

you parents decide to come to chicago to help with the baby for a few weeks. while baby bear's nursery is all set up, you don't exactly have a guest room. you're in tears over changing the nursery into a guest room last minute, so carmy enlists both richie, fak, and pete to do the job so that you don't have to. sugar and syd decide to take you out for a girls' day at the spa, and when you come home, you can't believe those four idiots managed to pull it off. (do i need to write this oneshot because i think i need to write this oneshot)

the proverbial 'they' say it takes a village, and it sure as hell does. you feel so incredibly lucky to have a village that shows up: marcus organizes a meal train and is one of the first to come over and spend time with his goddaughter; sydney is more than happy to pop back into shifts at the bear every now and then, just to give carmy so reprieve; and tina is ALWAYS down to babysit if she's got the time.

ava, richie's daughter is obsessed with baby bear, and is so excited that she finally has some cousins to play with. "boys are gross" -- ava, about baby michael and why she likes baby bear more lmao.

some nights, when baby bear wakes up in the middle of the night, it's not technically his 'turn' but carmy insists on getting up to put baby bear back to sleep. one restless night of sleep, you wake up to the sound of him watching anthony bourdain's no reservations. when you bring it up later that morning, carmy confesses to you that it's the only thing that will get her back down because he used to turn it on when you fell asleep, instead of the classical music you insisted was better for the baby while you were pregnant with her. while you pretend to be upset, you usually thank carmy for getting up when it's 'not his turn' with morning head that you're more than happy to give him before he goes off to work.

you always have a go-to table when you and baby bear go visit daddy at the bear, and no matter what, he always makes it a point to come out and say hello to the both of you.

while the first few months you and carmy both survive on nothing but takeout, meal trains, and stuff carmy's brought home for the restaurant, he diligently meal preps week after week for baby bear by making her homemade baby food packs. "you sure you don't mind? we can always pick something up from the store, babe?" you ask him. "no, it's just like a puree. i got this."

on the days that you're purely exhausted and at your wit's end, you and sugar commiserate via text and sometimes facetime, because you're not sure how she's doing life with a new baby AND another baby on the way.

the night before you go back to work, you spend most of the evening sobbing because you're simultaneously ready and exhausted, while you can't imagine being away from baby bear either. but you go back on a hybrid schedule, two days in office, three at home, so it helps, even though it's still a huge adjustment.

on the days that you are in office, carmy takes those days off, wanting to pull his weight as you guys go through this transition.

carmy is an amazing dad, something he wasn't sure he could be, considering he barely grew up with one. he's surprisingly patient and he's totally in love with baby bear. like the day she was born it broke his heart into pieces because it broke open an entirely different kind of love that he wasn't sure he was capable of.

even though it's hard work, you and carmy both agree that this is the best decision you've ever made together and carmy can't get over the idea of trying for another soon. "let me take a nap first, and then we can talk. unlike you, the rest of us can't survive on 30 mins of sleep, babe," you tease him.

okay hear me out: when baby bear is a toddler, the two of you love spending saturday mornings either going to the farmer's market, or picking up mochi donuts (think: the cute kinds with little animal faces) to bring back to the restaurant and share with daddy, even though he's slammed with brunch service. baby bear comes running into the restaurant on the sweetest, chubby little legs and richie, fully in his suit picks up her and spins her around while greeting her with her signature nickname: toni bear!

eventually, you and carmy move out of the apartment and start renting a house that you plan on renting for the long term. you're not entirely sure either of you want to be home owners yet, but you're anxious to get baby bear into the garden with you as soon as possible. baby bear spends the early spring planting fruits and veggies with mom, and the late spring/summer when they're ready to harvest in the kitchen with dad. neither of you have strong feelings about baby bear becoming a chef, but you do want her to understand the ritual and special place that food plays in your lives.

hosting big outdoor dinner parties for the whole framily. when she gets a little older, baby bear and baby michael run around while ava goes through her 'too cool for school' phase. any and everyone is invited, and for once, for both carmy and nat, it feels like being a berzatto isn't such a curse.

[celestialtarot11]

Details About Your Wedding 💖🥂

• Hi friends! 🌹✨ Welcome to another PAC where you can find out the details of your wedding! I’m so excited to have put this together for ya’ll. I’m also loving the editing 👀💗 gotta give myself credit 🤣 but anyway, do enjoy! 🤍 likes comment and reblogs are appreciated.

Pile 1: Seven of pentacles • Knight of cups • Divine wisdom

Right away I see a beautiful wedding, something outdoorsy. With lots of flowers, pink and white specifically! I see a white arch with gold, and round tables in a sunny setting ✨ such a beautiful nature themed wedding. I heard around 100 guests, or a little over! Some of you may have small families, so the wedding is not massive. I’m seeing a court date wedding too, so some of ya’ll may not like to go big and that’s okay! I see a bride coming forward abundantly and reassured 🤍 she has such a loving and caring spirit. You don’t have to be female for this to resonate at all! I just see someone as the bride coming in with an abundant spirit. Wherever the bride goes, abundance flows 🌟 I see guests crying as well, so definitely people will be happy for you and your marriage. A well rounded partner is what I heard too, someone who works hard and is diligent, and noble 🥂✨ someone who takes care of their image, but does not let their image get in the way of love. I see a sudden windfall of money for the bride just before the wedding, so some of you may receive a huge dowry! Or have a bonus sent to you. The groom is emotional, as he waits for the bride and looks at the bride sweetly 💗 and when she comes to the arch, he holds her hands and smiles at her. Tears are in his eyes as he imagined the day over and over, and now it’s happening. Aww. Such a sweet, caring and passionate partner you guys will be with! They may have larger hands is what spirit is sneaking in 🤣 the bride and groom put the rings on, and everyone parties! Overall it’s not chaotic, it’s a sweet and simple wedding 🤍🥂 congrats to you for the future! Thank you pile 1, if you’d love to support this blog its greatly appreciated! 

Pile 2: Page of wands • 10 of pentacles rev. • 5 of swords

Don’t worry pile 2’s! We’ll explain what’s going on 🤣💖 A very passionate, bold and wild spirit represents your groom. They are attracted to you in what they see, and spiritually there already is a connection. Wands are spiritual in nature! It’s possible things before getting married were difficult, and stressful in regard to the future. Especially when it comes to finances. So maybe one or both of you struggled to have such a big wedding, or wanted that dream, and had to compromise for the budget. Both of you are excited and nervous because of wedding 🤍 but I see the worries won’t last long as the event carries on and everyone enjoys the day. I think there is worry that either you, or the groom won’t be accepted by the in laws. But they end up supporting the wedding, and showing up 💗 commitment is important between you two no matter what circumstances you face, I see that’s a strong message. And after you two marry, within a week or two, I heard a new beginning will unfold. This could be in terms of jobs, one or both of you will find stable jobs and grow financially to support the relationship in the future. But anyway! To the wedding. The bride is enigmatic and a show stopper 😍 catching everyone’s attention. Maybe the bride has a surprise dance planned! A very bold, and powerful dance. I’m seeing with a few other dancers and the theme is black, and I’m hearing Partition by Beyoncé. Wow, so some of ya’ll really want to show your partner what they’re getting for life alright 🤣 it’s a bit of a tease for your partner, and yet not too vulgar for the audience. Your partner will be amazed, stunned, too stunned to speak is what I heard. And absolutely attracted. The passion you two share explodes that night 🥂✨ thank you pile 2’s! I hope you liked this and please support the blog 🤍 it’s always appreciated!

Pile 3: Seven of swords • Three of swords • 4 of wands

Pile 3, welcome! 🤍🥂 lets talk about what we have going on here. For the wedding I am seeing a very expensive and elegant wedding. Chandeliers, large pieces hanging down, huge ballroom space, crystal table pieces as well. Almost like Swarovski is what I want to say. Lots of effort went into this wedding and dedication, I’m seeing many planners working to decorate the space. Red and white roses decorating the walk ways, arches, and all around as a theme. Even outside it’s beautiful and gorgeous for the wedding. Very neat with the flowers and gorgeous! Some of ya’ll may be Arab too. You know how they like their roses 🤣 anyway! There is a lot of anxiety and stress surrounding the wedding, one because of preparation, two because it’s the wedding, and three both of you are afraid something may go wrong. Now I don’t know why, but it’s understandable to feel stressed that day. The 4 of wands is literally the ultimate marriage card to get! So I believe both of you truly want this, and are truly excited. Both of you are spiritually harmonizing and unionizing as well in this wedding. Your spirits agree with one another. I think there is anxiety about what people will think, or if people will like the venue is what I heard. And if family will support the marriage. Which is all understandable. I see when the bride walks in she is absolutely stunning and classy. Updo, neutral makeup, but captures her facial structure perfectly 😍 I also heard Albanian! So maybe you or another is Albanian or Arab. When she walks in there is a strong presence from her, yet so gentle. Grandparents are crying from what I see, and the groom is absolutely amazed. He is strong, and has a resilient heart. When he holds your hand he walks in faith with you. You don’t have to question his motives is what I heard. Absolutely beautiful pile 3! He is confident he wants this, and you do too. Beautiful ✨🤗 thank you pile 3! Please like comment and reblog, its always appreciated 🥹💖 thank you so much!

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[klauzar]

translation (it's not perfect, but I really tried 🥹):

MIO and JET: Hello!

JET: I am Jet Jatsadakorn, I'm playing Title.

MIO: Hello, I'm Mio Athens, playing Dome.

[Who are Title and Dome?]

JET: Title is aggressive person who doesn't respect anyone. In the last series I was cruel, but this time it's even more brutal. Not a good person, that's for sure. MIO: You can tell from your face.

JET: Hey! 😕 In the story, you mean?

MIO: I'm a kid who is diligent about studying, a good guy. I'm nothing like him. We're like black and white. Well, maybe little bit of grey. Yep.

Dome is straightforward, he says exactly what he thinks. He's sincere, caring and loves everybody.

We're classmates and dear friends. 😉

JET: Yeah... friends who love each other.

[How do you feel about your role?]

MIO: I was startled at first. Who is this Dome? I didn't know anything but his name.

Name like this, he's probably a grown up. But then I’ve read the script, I saw that he is a nice kid.

I'm happy to play this role. But at first I thought that I could've play Title as well. Just didn't manage to get it.

JET: He means the character.

MIO: Yeah, I didn't get that role.

JET: Why am I feeling hurt?

MIO: So I got the better character. I mean, with nicer personality.

JET: You're teasing me? I think, playing an angry, cruel character is a big challenge. Takes a lot of preparation.

MIO: We came together to the first audition for both Title and Dome roles. So we could switch.

We thought: who's going for what role? In the end, Jet get Title, and I got Dome.

JET: Yeah, cast could try and switch roles.

[How did you prepare?]

MIO: I did my homework, looked at other characters in other stories. Is there something similar that can be improved? Like, movie for teenagers that looks interesting.

I was trying to work out how to portray Dome in my own style.

JET: My situation is similar. I was looking for characters from other stories, researching for workshop. I talked to kru'Ning and everybody else.

Top (Jet's character in DFF). Yes, he's like Top, but meaner.

MIO: Grown up Top, right?

[What's the similarities and differences?]

JET: Not even close! Because...

MIO: Really? Okay.

JET: He's cruel, he acts without thinking, he's not afraid of anything. Ready to explode any second. I usually think before taking action.

MIO: It's easy to get him going, isn't it?

JET: You mean Title?

MIO: Yes.

As for me and Dome, there isn't much difference. Sometimes I directly say what I think, like Dome.  That's one of my traits.

I expanded it for Dome. Good person, but too nosy. I'm not a nosy person and don't involve myself in someone else's business.

Dome is curious and wants to know everything.

[How do you feel about filming scenes with your senior actors?]

JET: In my case, I had scenes with Bible. I was so happy, because Bible helped me a lot.

What emotion to show and things like that. We talked about things. He's very professional, so I learnt from older generation.

MIO: Right. As for me, I didn't really have emotional scenes with Bible.

But there was a scene with almost no dialogue. Before it he supported me by saying: "You can do it, "Nong!"

I saw P'Jes... can't say much, but he's definitely our senior with high professionalism. When he's jumping into the role...

JET: He's changing immediately.

MIO: Yeah.

JET: Gaining more knowledge and skills...

MIO: Meeting new people.

JET: Sure. Huh?

MIO: I said - meeting new people.

JET: Oh, yeah, right. What?

*confused laughter*

MIO: We've met our seniors face to face, but never worked together. That's better way to put it.

And then we finally got to work with P'Job, for example.

JET: P'Job is awesome!

MIO: I'm not just saying it for him to hear. He's really cute, really!

JET: We're not just saying it to make him happy. P'Job is really cute.

He's totally not standind behind the camera right now.

JOB: (Very honest.)

[The most intense scene in the series?]

MIO: When I secretly filmed him and View. 

JET:  That day I felt annoyed because Title is such a violent character, he's hurting his friends and this girl. So angry. It's just not right. How annoying.

My colleague actors were too scared to talk to me.

MIO: But that's acting, P'.

JET: Exactly.

MIO: That was my favourite part. Going all out.

And maybe also the last scene?

JET: Yes.

MIO: Going all out in the last scene. Please watch 4minutes every friday on channel one31.

JET: Or sultrier version on Viu. Both versions aired at the same time at 23:15.

See you soon, bye-bye!

[rottenpumpkin13]

(giggles in H E H E)

*Zack's mother is in town to visit her son and have a bit of fun.*

"Still, I can't believe you and dad are getting divorced!" Zack said a bit upset, but overall happy to have his mother around.

"Oh, please, things were never perfect between me and your father. Besides, now that you're a big boy, with a big boy job and big boy responsibilities, I feel like we can move our separate ways. We raised you well, you're a good person that is entirely capable of doing plenty of stuff on your own. I know it hurts, but things will be alright, okay?" She said with a confident smile.

He grumbled. "Fine, I guess..." He looked away. "Just... Why?" He asked confused.

"Oh, Zackie... You always knew, didn't you? We talked over it so many times..."

"Yeah, but I thought things would change between you two!" He said nervously.

"Just because me and your father are not a couple anymore, doesn't mean we hate each other, honey. We're just doing what's best for both of us." She said with a smile while gently caressing her son's cheek. "We still love you lots, little hedgehog."

Zack chuckled. "I'm not little anymore." He scratched his head.

"You sure? With that head down I had my doubts." She playfully said as she put on some nice earrings.

"You're going out?"

"Yes, actually. I met someone online and—"

"MET SOMEONE?!"

"Oh, please, Zackary, I'm a grown woman AND your mother. I am divorced, I have the right to go on dates if I want to. You go out on dates with Aerith, don't you?"

"Well, yeah, but—"

"No but. My life doesn't stop, hedgehog and I'm sorry, I know it's sudden, but trust me. He's a good guy and you'll see." She said with a bright smile he haven't seen in a decade.

Although he didn't like the idea, he decided that, for his mother sake, might as well be at least polite to him. If anything, he might scare the guy, he was still in his uniform, the guy must know what SOLDIER is, so he'll be sure his mother will be treated like the lady she is.

"Hi! I just want to introduce you to my son!" She said while pulling the mystery date inside her hotel room. "Angeal, I'd like to introduce you to Zackary, my son!"

An hour passed in Sephiroth's office, the atmosphere calm as he diligently tackled his work. Genesis sat in an armchair in the corner of the room halfway through a riveting novel while occasionally looking up to comment on the story's pacing to Sephiroth.

The phone rang shrilly, startling Genesis and tearing away Sephiroth's attention from the stack of papers. He answered, being met with Lazard's frantic voice on the other line.

"Director? What's going on?" Sephiroth inquired, a hint of concern in his voice.

Sephiroth exchanged a glance with Genesis that made the redhead instantly bookmark his novel and put it down.

Sephiroth sighed. "We're on our way," he replied dutifully, hanging up the phone.

Genesis stood up. "What happened?"

Sephiroth followed suit, pushing his chair back as he rose to his feet. "It appears Angeal and Zack are having a physical confrontation. We need to go break it up."

Genesis hummed, amused. "Why are they fighting?"

"Lazard didn't say," Sephiroth shrugged, making his way towards the door. "I suppose we'll be finding that out soon."

Another hour later, Infantryman Cloud Strife laid in his bunk. He was exhausted after a hard day's work and just wanted some rest, peace and quiet—

The shrill ring of his PHS in his pocket made him groan. He grabbed the device, seeing Lazard's name flashing on the screen. He flicked an eyebrow, amused, before answering him.

"Cloud speaking."

"..."

"They WHAT?"

"..."

"What do you mean Angeal is going out with Zack's mother? Zack kicked him where? Aw, man, that's gotta hurt. Did they manage to break up the fight, at least?"

"..."

Cloud's eyes widened. He gripped the PHS hard and leapt out of bed.

"YOU'RE TELLING ME SEPHIROTH SAW HER, BECAME INFATUATED, AND THEN VOWED TO FIGHT ANGEAL FOR HER AFFECTION? AND ZACK PUNCHED HIM, GENESIS GOT MAD AND NOW ZACK AND GENESIS ARE GOING AT IT?"

[jojosbingsu]

your boyfriend!jo post came just as i was about to go to bed and scrolling in the jo and &team imagines tags... omg if this isnt fate idk what is. hes soooo endearing and sweet and patient and cute and kind!! he's the type to stay consistently dedicated when he decides on something, to the best of his ability. he shows it in his love for practicing and improving his abilities as an idol, his relentless love for the simplicity of white rice... his reaction if his gf took him on an overnight date to the countryside would be so cute. he's always waiting for others to finish speaking and takes his time with his words, and he listens diligently and responds to *every little thing* when someone is talking to him. he's so cute. the way his ears almost always turn red every time he speaks?!!? and he said he can feel it, so sometimes he stops speaking until he calms down and they stop being red... i dont want to playfully tease him but the demons inside me want to playfully tease him. 😆and he's such a good sport about everything, he knows he's quiet and he doesn't mind it if it gets pointed out for a laugh. he also follows directions really well, and you can tell he always considers how other people may feel or assumes the context takes precedence over his own feelings before he reacts. like when they were pranked with the fake PD, he didn't react because he thought it was part of the fake personality test he was taking. and when he asked maki to please show him how to cut a bread roll in half ... 😭 he pays a lot of attention to people's details too. i think he would be a quiet, meticulous boyfriend who laughs wholeheartedly very often when he's around you. his openness when something makes him laugh is one of my favorite things about him because it's such a big contrast? to how quiet he easily can be when he laughs loudly. i think k and taki do a really good job of encouraging that out of him. it's also so cute how he easily (and all the members) call things/people cute. bf!jo would say that a lot i think 😖 can you please write bf!jo accepting a handmade chocolate bar on valentines day? 😆

Giving Jo Homemade Candy on Valentine’s Day

Admin: Ellie

Genre: Fluff, Wholesome

Pairing: gn!reader x bf!Jo

Word Count: 1.34K

Notes: Thank you for requesting anon~! I agree that Jo as a boyfriend would be the  most wholesome and humbling experience one could ever have in their lifetime. I think Jo would absolutely call his partner “cute” about 1400 times a day, especially if this person went out of their way to dress nicely for him. Wearing his favorite colors, styling their hair in a new way, wearing the jewelry he bought for them, dressing up in new pajamas – I feel like Jo would always find a reason to refer to them as “cute” just to see a happy reaction on their face. I agree that he would notice his partner’s small details and quirks, too! Small things would stand out to him because he’s just naturally an observant guy. I feel like out of all of the &Team members, Jo and Fuma would be the ones who picked up on subtle details belonging to their lover. Whether it’s the subtle reactions you have when you’re stressed out or the habit you have of reaching to touch your ears when you're nervous or frightened (I do this), they’d pick up on it right away and immediately know what to do to make you feel more comfortable. </3 I can’t explain it but I think Taki would probably fall into this category as well. He seems like he REALLY admires the people around him and tries his best to pay close attention to them when they’re talking to him. I think he would pick up on subtleties as well just because his infatuation with his lover lets him see when something changes in their behaviors.

Extra Note: I really hope you enjoy reading this and that it meets your expectations~! As always, you're more than welcome to submit a new request or let me know how you feel about my interpretation of your prompt. :) I look forward to seeing your opinion or next request, anon!

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a soft, golden glow over the park and river as you and Jo sat comfortably on a blue plaid blanket together. It was peaceful, the kind of afternoon where time seemed nonexistent and the only sounds that surrounded you two were the rustling leaves when the wind blew and the soft river water rushing over the rocks just below the overpass that houses the park. You had spent the entire day by Jo’s side, relaxing, sharing homemade sandwiches and sharing your favorite things about one another. This is your second Valentine’s with Jo and you two decided to do something that felt more personal than going out for a traditional and stereotypical romantic Valentine’s Day dinner. 

As your picnic started to draw closer to a close, Jo reached towards his backpack and pulled out a small blue gift box, a cute grin slowly finding the corners of his mouth as he brought it to sit in his lap. “I know we said we wouldn’t do anything stereotypical today but I wouldn’t feel right about not giving you anything,” Jo started his explanation while you let out a soft laugh and reached into your own bag to pull out an equally small gift box. 

“Ah, before I open that, I wanted to say that I have a gift for you, too.” You offer a smile while Jo offers a surprised eyebrow raise in response, his heart already starting to flutter in his chest at the gesture. 

“For me?” His voice was soft as he asked the question, his voice full of wonder as he carefully accepted the box from your hands. You’ve given Jo plenty of gifts over the course of your relationship but he always seems so surprised and curious each time a new one is given to him. - It’s something you’ve grown to adore from him! It’s almost like each gift you give is the first one he’s gotten from you, his joy and gratitude absolutely unmeasurable and unwavering.

“You go first,” You encourage with a loving smile as his eyes seemed to bounce back and forth between the two boxes, Jo moving to set your gift down just in front of you so you could open it as soon as you were ready to do so. 

His fingertips brushed lightly over the box as he admired the effort put into the small bow you tied using a red ribbon to ensure it would remain closed while it traveled within your purse. He pulled the ribbon strings carefully as if he was afraid of offending you for removing it, a happy grin coming to rest on his face when he pulled it open to see a small card resting on top of the chocolate just underneath. 

Because you’re as sweet as candy!

He picked the card up and set it down on his lap to admire the chocolate bar waiting patiently for his attention. It didn’t look perfect, with the edges being slightly uneven in some spots, but to Jo, this was the prettiest chocolate bar he’d ever laid his eyes on. You could see the blush as it ignited across his face and quickly traveled down his neck and up towards his ears, his eyes widening in awe.

“You made this?” His eyes flickered between you and the chocolate, a loving grin quickly replacing the initial shocked look that had crossed his face. You couldn’t help but blush at the way he looked at and spoke to you in this moment, your heart almost skipping a beat at his reaction. 

“Just for you, Jojo! Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Jo’s heart swelled with happiness at the thought of you spending so much time making something sweet just for him to enjoy. He couldn’t resist the urge to immediately reach forward to pull you in for a tight, loving embrace. You would think you had just roped the moon in and given it to him directly as a sign of your love for him at the way he buried his face in your shoulder and whispered a soft, almost trembling statement of gratitude in your ear. 

“Thank you so much, (Y/N), this really means the world to me.” Jo pulled back from the hug after a moment but continued to hold onto one of your hands with his thumb brushing tenderly against the skin of your knuckles, his eyes glistening with unspoken affection and pride.

“I know you said it’s just for me but could we maybe share it?” Jo asked shyly, glancing back down at the chocolate with his cute grin coming back to rest on his face. Moments like this where you two are alone and sharing your appreciation for one another have always been special to Jo but the fact that you handmade him something made it feel even more meaningful than before. 

You offer a small nod in response and watched how carefully he seemed to pull the chocolate bar from its small insulated box, a hesitant look crossing his face as he broke part of the bar off to offer up to your lips, his heart fluttering all over again when his finger brushed over your lip in the process of trying to feed the sweet treat to you. You watched his reaction carefully and hopefully as he took a small piece to pop into his own mouth, a relieved sigh suddenly leaving your mouth when you saw how his face immediately lit up at the taste that flooded over his taste buds. 

“Oh my gosh, it’s perfect.” His voice was as gentle as always, a hint of sincerity on the back end of his tone. “Just like you!” 

You offered a lighthearted laugh and noticed how Jo seemed to blush and become instantly embarrassed by his own choice of words. You leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, Jo unable to stop the giddy sounding giggle from erupting out of his chest at the sensation of having your lips pressed against his cheek. The small gesture was something grand to Jo, an act that always made him feel more connected to you than ever. It was all he needed to be reminded that he was yours, you were his, and you were both just content to be there together at this moment. 

“Now it's your turn,” Jo reminded you of the gift box waiting just in front of you, another hint of shyness suddenly hugging the boy’s voice and expression as he took another small piece of the chocolate to bite into. “Admittedly, it’s not as cool as homemade chocolate.” 

“Nonsense,” You muttered as you brushed off his words and pulled the gift box open to reveal a diary style notebook hidden within. A curious look crossed your face as you pulled the notebook out, your mind racing with ideas for what could be woven between the pages. Initially, you thought he was giving you a special sketchbook he had been working on secretly behind your back and you felt excited to get a look at all of the new art your lover had produced, but you were pleasantly surprised to flip through the pages and see them packed full of small, detailed love letters he had been pouring his heart into since the year’s beginning. 

Though you chose not to go down the traditional route for celebrating Valentine's Day as a couple, you still found a way to make this day special enough neither of you would be forgetting it for many years to come! Good luck topping it next year and.. Just so you know, Jo will ask for your homemade chocolate again in a few short weeks because he’s feeling disappointed by the store bought garbage. He sulks and says “it’s just not as good as the kind you make,” making it almost impossible to tell him you won’t make a batch for him.

[crplpunkklavier]

thoughts on vongole, and kristoph as a dog owner

DISCLAIMER: i am not a professional in dog care nor training. i have had and trained a dog for many years now, but he is not a retriever. i've studied up on other breeds out of curiosity (and due diligence tbh). if anything i say here is factually wrong and you know more, feel free to reach out!

Kristoph: Ah, yes, she's surprisingly delicate, you know. Requires careful tending. But, she is my "best friend", as they say. Phoenix: "Best"...? Come on, now I'm starting to feel bad for you. Kristoph: Oh? Of course, she's known to bite if handled roughly. Phoenix: Y-Your rose bites? Kristoph: ...... I was speaking of the photo next to the rose. My retriever, Vongole. Cute, but feisty.

this is all we ever learn about vongole. am i going crazy about it? maybe. (also, after this line, phoenix thinks to himself, "every dog has its thorn..." as if that means literally anything. i love him so)

vongole is one of my favorite mysteries about kristoph. she is not at all relevant in aa4, and if she was only ever going to be in this tiny bit of flavor text (so easily missable too!) why put her in at all? was she going to play a bigger role in a later game that shu takumi never got to bless us with? i guess it's possible. that would lift vongole on the same level as those pesky black psyche locks. but either way, we have her here, and that means i get to overanalyze her :)

or more accurately, i get to overanalyze kristoph gavin on the basis that he has a dog who

is a retriever

is "surprisingly delicate"

requires careful tending

is his best friend, as they say

bites if handled roughly

hey. what the fuck does any of that mean, kris?

lets start with the breed. i've mentioned in a post before that many of us seem to have collectively decided that vongole is a golden retriever, which seems fitting, since those are famous blondes, just like the other gavins. however, "retriever" doesn't automatically mean golden retriever! there are a few other retriever breeds. you're probably familiar with labrador retrievers, for instance. i have a curly-coated retriever in my neighborhood who, you guessed it, has a charming curly coat, pitch black, and is a trained service dog!

we often see retrievers as service dogs, because they're pretty fit for the job. the name retriever comes from hunting though. while my own dog is more engaged in actually running ahead and killing prey himself (no i don't let him do that.), retrievers have been bred to go and, well, retrieve prey for the hunters. this of course means that you can also teach them to retrieve other stuff for you fairly easily. like meds, socks, blankets -- stuff a service dog would be helpful for.

apart from that, retrievers are also known to be good family dogs, because they're friendly, affectionate, loyal, and quick to trust. they're also very active, and pretty smart! there are minor differences between the various retriever breeds, but this much goes for all of them to some extent.

why in the world does kristoph have a dog?

i... just..... does he seem like a dog person to you?? i just.... i mean, he doesn't seem like a cat person to me either. or a plant person. maybe he doesn't seem like a person to me. i just really stumble over this sometimes, because it seems wild to me to think that kristoph gavin got himself a retriever just because he.... wanted a retriever?

the guy works what's pretty much an office job. his salary shouldn't be very high, as a defense attorney? but, well, he's implied to like high-profile cases, and he had the money to employ an assistant, so i don't think he's poor. he needs time and space for a retriever, though. vongole isn't a little shih tzu who's happy to just hang out on your lap all day. again, REALLY active. this is a dog who wants AT LEAST an hour of outside time a day. kristoph gavin doesn't even look like he's ever seen the sun. but ok.

one frankly hilarious route i've considered is that he wanted a dog for protection. klavier says he's been "living in fear" ever since zak gramarye disappeared on him, and then he panicked enough to straight up beat him to death the minute he saw him again seven years later. he's paranoid, he's spying on everyone involved. i think kristoph really was very scared. so maybe at some point he figured he'd get himself a dog that would protect him from assailants.

i say this is hilarious because..... a retriever is not the dog you want, man. like, yeah, she'll be loyal to you if she likes you. the problem is she is also really quick to like you, or the intruder in your house, or the guy coming to your office to kill you. if kris got a retriever because he wanted a guard dog, that was a fantastic bit of stupidity, and i personally love it for him.

another angle i like, one that makes him a little less stupid and a little more horrifying, is appearances.

But, she is my "best friend", as they say.

this line really does something to my brain. kristoph gavin talks like a law text book at the best of times, so the somewhat awkward wording of it isn't really what's bothering me. it's the fact that he said it at all. it's that very last part. the "as they say." because, yeah, sure, people say that. yeah yeah, man's best friend, we've all seen it.

and it just... seems so very kristoph to latch onto a truism about human beings, to make himself look like one. look at him! he's got a suit, he's got a job. he's totally on speaking terms with his brother. when the bar association voted to disbar phoenix, he was the only one who voted against that (one more thing i'd love to make a big post about one day lol), he has regular dinner with his good friend phoenix wright, he has an assitant, he has a law office. he probably has a car, because it's LA. he has a savings account. that's not, like, canon, but he does. of course he also has a dog. he's just a regular human guy! he likes poetry and the arts. his best friend is a dog, and more than that, a breed which is known for its gentleness, and for how great they are with..... children :)

let's all sit back and let that chill go down our spine for a sec.

kristoph got a retriever to prove something. kristoph got a retriever for the same reason that he made friends with vera misham before he tried to kill her.

remember what his prison cell looks like? with the books, the arm chair, the violin? he keeps up appearances, even after his arrest. of course he'd put up a framed picture of his beloved dog. like any normal human person would.

but did he treat her well?

well...... well.

here's the thing.

i don't think kristoph gavin is an animal abuser. i don't think he treated her badly. but that's a sliding scale, with dogs, and with most pets, isn't it? if i'm never outright mean or violent to my dog, that's great, but if i never give him enrichment, if i never learn to read his body language, if i never give him what he fundamentally needs as a certain animal of a certain breed, i'm still not treating him well. i'm not treating him right, i'm just not overtly torturing him.

back to kristoph. in this vein, i often think about what we hear of his interactions with young vera. one thing that particularly sticks out to me is how drew misham says that kristoph was one of the very few people who ever made her smile.

kristoph clearly has a way with children, to an extent. he knows to get her that stamp -- he actually understands her childish fascination with magic a little too well and gets her a present that she likes so much it thwarts his whole plan. keep in mind that vera was 12 -- when kristoph's younger brother was 12, kristoph was 19 already, old enough to consciously learn things about the 12-year-old in his household. he knows kids, and he gets through to them.

but never fully, does he? klavier figured out something was off about the way his brother came to his office. and even vera, despite smiling at kristoph so earnestly, despite really loving that stamp, despite being only 12, even vera was so horrified by that little twitch of the devil's hand. there was always something uncanny about kristoph.

why am i bringing that up? i'm not saying everyone who's good with children will be good with dogs, or the other way around. but there is common ground. you're dealing with a living thing that's smaller than you, dependent on you, and you're building a relationship that'll take a lot of calmness, understanding, and reassurance. kids often can't express themselves in ways adults would immediately understand, and neither can dogs.

and i think kristoph got about as far with vongole as he did with vera. i think vongole liked him fine. again, retrievers are quick to like people. he was there, he fed her, he probably gave up trying not to let her up on the couch. sure she liked him. but did she listen to him?

before i ever had a dog, my mom used to tell me that she thought the concept of dog training (the german word is Hundeschule, so literally "dog school") was stupid, that she'd had a dog as a kid, and that dog didn't have to know any tricks, it wasn't a circus animal! well, my mom was also bad with every pet we've ever had, and with all three of her kids. so.

look, it's important that your dog listens to you. i'm just saying. no, it doesn't have to know "circus tricks," although depending on the breed, it might have fun learning them! and it definitely just. it needs the basics. your dog needs to understand what "no" means, and your dog should come when called -- i know we're all tired of alpha terminology and it's constantly used wrong, but, genuinely, your dog needs to know that you're the leader of the pack. your dog needs that, it's good for the dog. turns out i was also using it wrong! this reblog explains what i meant to say better than i could. my point was that you have got to give your dog something, some form of structure. for the dog's own cognitive development, for you to work as a union, and last but not least to make sure you don't bring harm to the outside world!

and, yeah, this is absolutely the part where i think kristoph failed. because no, i don't think he was ever violent with her or anything, but i also don't think he would ever have the patience it takes for solid dog training.

why else does he, unprompted, bring up that she is "surprisingly" delicate, and requires "careful" tending? kris, did you not know? why are you surprised by how delicate a literal living thing is? did you accidentally step on her paw and she acted like it's the end of the world? yeah, they do that. did you come home late from the office one night and there was a pile of poop on your overturned laundry basket? hmm. if only something could be done about that.

the "bite if handled roughly" part is the last one i wanna talk about, because that also gave me a lot of trouble.

i mean... dogs bite. they do! mine bites. especially puppies are happy to play-bite, often into hands, and it's important to get that under control while they're young. this also loops us all the way back around to vongole being a retriever. remember, they're bred to carry stuff in their mouths. it is in this dog's dna to use her mouth for stuff.

this means she might be bite-happy in a very specific way. i've actually read multiple times that retriever bites are "soft", because again, they're just supposed to retrieve game when hunting, not kill it themselves. it's already dead, and a dog actually biting into it would make it yucky for humans to eat. retrievers are good at moderating bite strength for that.

but.... it doesn't sound like that's what kristoph is talking about, is it? she's known to bite if handled roughly. that sounds like she really bites. and of course she does. if handled roughly. hey, what the fuck does that mean, handled roughly? who's handling her roughly?

again, this doesn't necessarily scream animal abuse. as @mlmschemes, out of professional experience, has brought up, there are certain things that need to be done during a vet visit that dogs don't always love, especially if they aren't used to it, like nail trims, to state the easiest one. you might have to hold a dog down for that. and if that dog is trained and socialized like ass, yeah, she'll bite if handled roughly.

but, hey, don't worry. she's just feisty. :) cute but feisty, he says.

just like every fucking dog owner i've ever met in the neighborhood who has a half-rabid untrained menace that would probably tear my face from my skull if not for its stupid retractable leash.

anyway.

kristoph wants to be a dog owner because it's a fun normal human thing to do and makes him look non-threatening, well-adjusted, and generally likeable. but he sucks at dog training. nobody has ever fully believed the guy--fucking, even apollo IMMEDIATELY deserts him in court. kristoph lives a superficial life and vongole probably has zero trouble becoming the best friend of whoever gets her next.

just to bring this already embarrassingly long post to a point and an end, here's some quick tips from me for portraying vongole, and by extension kristoph dealing with her:

retrievers are affectionate, so vongole is probably a cuddler

kristoph probably has fur fucking everywhere. he comes into the office with a briefcase thats just filled with lint rollers

vongole knows exactly zero commands. if you have food in your hand, she will sit down, because sometimes that gets her things, and she will try to use it at every possible opportunity

if sitting down doesn't work, she will become more and more annoying. if my dog felt like i wasn't giving him enough attention, he used to walk up to my desk and nudge my forearm with his nose so strongly that my grip on my computer mouse would slip and i would fuck up whatever i was working on.

kristoph loses patience with her. it'd be interesting to write, because he'd want to save face if it happens in public, too. he can't yell at his dog there, that'd look bad. i imagine a lot of insistent leash tugging, a lot of ill-advised grabbing/holding her (here's where he probably gets bitten too), and a lot of smiling and laughing and being like "ohh, haha, she's just so feisty today, what's going on ooo she's so nice normally haha"

i doubt he played much with her? she probably had toys, but for kristoph to interact with them a lot.... you can play fetch with retrievers pretty well, because, once again, they're retrievers. and that's a pretty classic "look at me i'm a normal dog owner" thing to do, so he probably has some like, tennis balls and stuff that he'd throw for her. but that's probably it.

if you write vongole changing owners to klavier and/or apollo, please please please let her do a full 180. if you're going by what i've theorized here vis à vis kristoph, that dog is DESPERATE to learn. dogs want jobs and she would be SOOO happy to be trained.

forget that thing about old dogs and new tricks. my dog is 8 years old and i'm currently teaching him a new command, for funsies. it's working and he loves it. you can write vongole becoming a model citizen at any age. i implore you to.

[firsttarotreader]

can u please do a little reading on how the man is feeling rn (after finally winning some nice award)? 🙂

Hiya! Let’s see what the cards say about how he might be feeling right now, shall we? The first pull was the 8 of Coins, Ace of Coins and Queen of Cups.

8 of Coins means he could feel like he needs to keep working. He understands it’s about working every day, diligently, and learning the skills he needs to learn to do his job in the best way. He’s a hard worker and he feels like he just needs to maintain his routine and work. Ace of Coins points to him feeling so lucky and prosperous and wealthy, and he sees so much potential in his career. It’s that raw potential of being able to do anything. Queen of Cups shows him being caring, compassionate and sensitive. He worries about other people’s feelings, and he considers them.

The second pull was the 3 of Cups, 5 of Swords reversed and 4 of Coins. 3 of Cups means PARTY! He’s super happy, celebrating the hell out of it, with friends and family. 5 of Swords reversed points to him feeling like it’s time to leave the losses and defeat behind. The conflict and obstacles and pain are still very much alive in him, but it’s like he can understand now it’s not worth it to cling to his wounds. This card also reminded me of the way Sag-Aftra helped him when he was feeling defeated and gave him the resources to keep going. 4 of Coins shows him, again, feeling like he got everything he’s always wanted and worked so hard for. He could even be afraid to lose it now. He’s holding that success and win very close to his chest (maybe in bed with him, like be said his award would be lol).

I then asked for one card to sum it up and it was The World. He’s feeling on top of the world right now. He went through all the trials and tribulations along the way and he now feels like he reached the successful “ending” of a journey. He got what he wanted.

So as you can see, the man is enjoying every second of it. Now we can put this reading in the #confirmed readings tag because we have a lot of confirmed bits. First, this video about going to work every day, the “no’s” he got not being important anymore and how his union was important to help him deal with the worst times:

Then we have him saying it’s all for his girlfriends and guy friends on the internet, like the Queen of Cups:

Pedro celebrating with his friends:

Saying he’s gonna keep his award in his bed with him:

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[goldie1006]

Chapter 3: Shadows Of Interest

Yamiko left for her mission two days later, accompanied by Tanjiro, Nezuko, and Genya. They had returned early one morning having defeated a rather surly demon. Before they went their separate ways, Tanjiro thanked her for allowing them to watch and help her defeat the demon. Yamiko noticed that while Genya was communicative during the battle, he was relatively quiet with a sullen expression. The only time he would smile was when Tanjiro would speak to him and give him words of encouragement. 

"Genya, you did a wonderful job and I would be happy to have you fight by my side again." 

His cheeks flamed, and his eyes grew wide at the compliment.

"I was just doing my job," he countered while avoiding eye contact with her. Yamiko placed her hand on his shoulder and looked up at him.

"Yes, I know. I can tell you have been practicing diligently. If you would like to spar, let me know, will you?" He nodded and turned to catch up with Tanjiro and Nezuko. Yamiko caught the beginnings of a proud half-smile on his face before he ran off.

Yamiko was halfway back to her house before she saw Shinazugawa and Iguro talking on the steps of a building. Both of their eyes found her form, while Iguro quickly looked away, Shinazugawa's eyes followed her until they couldn't any longer. 

This guy loves to stare, she thought and kept walking towards her estate. 

"Looks like the shadow hashira has returned with no injuries and with trainees." Iguro's observation was not lost on Shinazugawa. He heard Genya was one swordsman that accompanied her, but he would be damned if he asked her how he did. Even if the smallest part of him wanted to be proud of his brother improving his skills. 

Since there was a lull in missions as of late, most of the Hashira had returned to training and recovery exercises to keep themselves occupied. Shinazugawa was stretching in his training court when he noticed something in the distance. He trained his eyes to focus until he realized that the small moving dark blob was Yamiko. 

Despite her short frame, her strides were double that of someone with normal agility and leg strength. His mind went back to that night at the springs where her dense thighs and ass were on display for him to take in. He noticed she changed course, now using the trees, their limbs, and the shrubbery as obstacles during the last leg of her run.

Damn, she's quick for being so little, he thought to himself. Shinazugawa was one of the taller Hashira and swordsmen, but even his brother had him dwarfed by an inch. Still, Yamiko couldn't be taller than Shinobu Kocho, even when she stood on her tiptoes.

"Isn't she something? Her fighting skills are flashy but I wish she would show them off more." Shinazugawa instantly felt the vein in his forehead throb as Tengen Uzui blocked the view of Yamiko that he was enjoying. Albeit now feeling exposed as a voyeur. 

Shinazugawa snarled as he turned back around to return to training with his practice dummy. 

"My wives enjoy her so much, they asked me if she would want to be my fourth." Uzui's boisterous laugh made the hairs on his neck stand at attention. 

"Shut Up! She would never be your fourth!" Shinazugawa grisly retorted. One of Uzui's eyebrows shot up and a sly grin appeared on his pink lips. 

"Shinazugawa, part of her reason for enlisting in the Demon Corps was to escape her betro..." The rest of the sentence was cut off as Uzui sensed a presence behind him.

"You sure are curious about me, Shinazugawa," Yamiko noted as her head cocked to the side with a slight grin. 

His face contorted in annoyance, and embarrassment as Uzui and Yamiko giggled to each other. 

"If you have time to laugh, then you have time for me to defeat you in a match!" He puffed out his chest toward her, his wooden sword extended toward her. 

Yamiko's normally composed demeanor left and was replaced with surprise. However, she agreed and unwrapped her practice weapon. Her weapon of choice was a Twilight Scythe. A double-bladed scythe with dark blades. As she finished unwrapping her practice scythe, she took in her surroundings. 

Limited overhang from trees. Mostly sand and dirt. Her head swiftly moved to the roof. That's the only high ground I will have. She stood up to take in her opponent. His stance is wide, but he also has an impressive range of motion and flexibility for the size of his body. Yamiko pointed her scythe toward him and nodded. 

She ducked and dodged Shinazugawa's onslaught of offensive attacks, some just barely missing her. His approach was direct, swift, and powerful. Full of some of his most fierce attacks. 

"Shadow breathing: Flicker Step," she hissed into the air as she continued to dodge and weave. 

"Having a hard time keeping up, Kurotsuki?" He roared as she evaded another attack that barely missed her leg. She hated to admit that his recurrent attacks were causing her to become flustered and unable to think. She took a cleansing breath before she realized that the sun was in a perfect spot to allow more shadows to appear. 

"Wind breathing: Gale Slash!" A vortex of wind was coming towards her before she could realize what was happening. She was thrown into a nearby tree with an unrelenting force.

"I will be feeling that later." She whispered as she jumped to another tree that hovered over Shinazugawa. His smile was arrogant and proud. 

"Shadow Breathing: Moonless Night!" Shinazugawa's eyes search for Yamiko in the cloud of darkness. He sent out a couple of unsuccessful offensive blasts. Yamiko patiently waited at the edge of the cloud, stalking him like prey. She releases an attack to disorient him so she can go in for the last strike. 

"Shadow Breathing: Phantom Mirage!" Dozens of Yamikos stand around Shinazugawa in different stances. All of them being identical. He wasn't sure which one was her but rushed a few, but they disappeared as soon as he was within striking distance of them. 

He roared into the air in frustration, and that's when Yamiko seized her chance. 

"Shadow Breathing: Death's Embrace," he turned around hearing her voice, and attempted to defend his position but failed. One head of her scythe was at his neck, her face millimeters from his. A sinister smirk was on her face as her darkened eyes bore into his. 

"Looks like I won this one, Shinazugawa." 

Yamiko was close enough that he could count all of her freckles across her button nose and the smell of flowers was so strong wafting from her. He wondered why she always smelt like flowers if it was perfume or shampoo or another girly thing she wore. 

"It seems like it." His murmured his eye made it down to her full glossy lips.

"Well, I'm supposed to meet Tomioka for lunch, so I'll see you later!" He watched her walk down the path to her estate. But there was also someone watching him.

 Lord Tengen had never left. 

"I know that look very well, Shinazugawa. It's respect and admiration. Careful, or it might turn quickly into love."

"Shut up, don't put words in my mouth!" He knew Tengen was right. Every time he saw Yamiko, it was like he was in a trance, his eyes followed her wherever she went. He was glad that she was a formidable opponent, her strategy and precision rivaled that of the top Hashiras. 

"Fucking Tomioka," he garbled as he went in for lunch. 

It was well into the evening, and Sanemi was taking a much-needed walk before heading to bed. As he rounded the corner, he heard a somber yet harmonious hum of a violin. As he continued walking, it became louder and more difficult to ignore. 

It's so beautiful and sad. He had stopped in front of Yamiko's estate. He glanced up and found her on the roof. Her upper body swayed with the morose melody that she was playing. And then she stopped and looked down at Sanemi. 

"Hello Shinazugawa, paying me a visit?" she asked with a smile. 

He scoffed in reply. 

"Oh, I see. Just passing through," she shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly before going back to playing her violin. 

He couldn't miss this opportunity to spend time with her since no one was around now. So he forced himself up to her roof and sat beside her. 

She lowered her violin, and they sat there in silence admiring the stars and full moon that illuminated his white hair. 

"People are talking. Implying things about us spending time together." She turned to look at him, but his face remained unchanged. 

"Let them talk." His gruff voice responded. 

"Yeah, maybe we should." She noticed that his hand was resting awfully close to hers and it made her smile. His calloused hands were full of scars, while her hand looked like it would fit perfectly inside of his. As if he would protect her against anything. Her midnight blue eyes met his amethyst-colored ones before they broke eye contact. Her fingers were stealthy trying to reach his. 

"When did you learn to play?" He asked. 

"My mother took me to lessons. She said that a woman who plays music on an expensive and delicate instrument would attract a wealthy suitor who appreciates the arts." 

"I'm sure you had many suitors who would have thought themselves lucky to have you." He said with a bit of pain in his voice. He watched as she covered her small hand with his and then she took it back. 

He just paid me a compliment free of yelling or cruelty, what has gotten into him. 

"Sorry," she whispered and closed her eyes for a few seconds. He didn't grab her hand back.

"Yeah, I guess I did." There was a lot more to the story of why Yamiko was now a Hashira, but everyone didn't know the complete story. Not even Mitsuri. And Yamiko preferred it that way. Sanemi was confused at her answer. Yamiko was attractive, smart, and kind yet didn't seem to believe any of the compliments he tried to give her.

"So you and Tomioka?" his voice was now suspicious just like the glare he was giving her.

"He's a good friend. He reminds me of home."

"Does he even talk when you two hang out?" His question made you snicker with laughter. 

"I suppose he is rather quiet, isn't he?" Your laughter continued until you saw he wasn't laughing. 

"You two are more similar than you think. Maybe that's why I enjoy being around you too." She watched his face turn crimson under the moonlight. 

Yamiko's crow, Kage, appeared at the bottom of the rafters of the rooftop. 

CAW.

Bedtime for cats.

CAW. 

"You have cats?" He asked with a wild expression on his face. 

"Oh, just a few!" You answered as you jumped down from the roof.

"Sanemi, take me to town for lunch, like me and Tomioka do! Goodnight." The sounds of quiet meows filled his ears as he lept down. 

Did she just ask me to take her out? Isn't that my job?

[heckyeahjackharlow]

Interurban Love (Jack Harlow Fanfic)

Jack Harlow decides to stop into a humble small business suit shop on the outskirts of the city.

Quick read (more parts to come if there’s a yummy response rate)

749 word count

“Hey, wake up!” Mark, April’s uncle and also the store manager slammed his hand against the checkout desk, where April stood as he made his way towards the back of the house. He was running late, and she knew exactly why by the look of his newly twisted dreadlocks. She needed a new look herself, but was happy with her naturally curly hair especially since the winter months were approaching. She was nearly falling asleep on the job. Another slow ass Sunday at Interurban Lux — a hot spot for wannabe hotshots. Although the store was geared towards luxury looks for men, April was usually met with nothing other than high school students who were just window shoppers. It didn’t help that the location sat right on the outskirts of the city. She respectfully straightened her stance and worked on displaying her fake smile to a room full of ghosts. There was literally no one there and with two hours left before the store closed she wanted nothing more than to go home.

***

April was in the middle of dusting off a few mannequins, her back turned towards the entrance, when the doorbell rang signaling a customer. Of course the last thirty minutes of the day! “Hi there, we’re closing in thirty min…” Her voice trailed off as a handful of men stepped inside.

Mark made his appearance known, entering the room just as jolly as can be. Probably happy that he’s actually getting business for once… or preparing for some sort of robbery.

“Hey fellas! How can I help you all today?” They spoke in a hushed tone so it was hard for April to make out anything that was being said. She inched closer to possibly assist and noticed a shaggy haired, slim fair skinned guy in black sweatpants and a hoodie, who appeared to be hiding and keeping to himself. Great, another kid needing a suit for a dance. Assuming the least, she went back to her closing duties and let her uncle handle the transaction. “Sure, we can take care of Mr. Harlow here with no problem.”

Harlow? Wait, come to think of it from what little features she could make out of the guy he did look like… Jack Harlow! What was he doing waaaay out here? As if to be discreet, Mark led the fellas to one of the more private rooms in the back. It wasn’t until moments later that he called April back there. “Yes sir?” April asked, her nervous energy beginning to form.

He smiled at her while handing her an iPad to take down measurements, “We have Mr. Jack Harlow here. He needs a suit for a very special event and he chose us to get the job done for him.”

She tried to sound as calm, cool, collected and professional as possible, “Great. I’ll be here to assist in whatever way I can.”

She smiled over at Jack who honestly looked drained, but still responded gratefully, “Thank you. I appreciate y’all taking the time, I know you close in 15 minutes.” He stood and stretched a bit. “Personally, I like a good double breasted suit. Double the breast, double the style.” Jack stated with a cheesy smile.

April giggled, “Noted.”

***

For the next 20 minutes Mark and April did their due diligence on getting him measured properly. She didn’t know quite what to expect during this encounter but it was pleasant for once. Jack was funny and personable and possibly hitting on her…? Either way! What’re the odds that the two would run into each other again?

“Okay Jack,” Mark dropped the ‘Mr. Harlow’ bit as Jack requested during his fitting. “We’ll have that suit made for you and ready to go in a few days.”

“I appreciate it,” Apparently they were now on “family terms” because Jack brought Mark in for a brotherly dap. Meanwhile, April stood there with a smile. Jack smiled at her and held his arms open for a hug, “Bring it in.” And that she did. He stood taller than her, and smelled delicious. Embarrassingly enough, she almost didn’t pull away…

“One last thing. Do you mind if we get a picture with you? I think it would help our business tremendously.” Mark asked. He wasted no time whipping out his outdated android.

“For sure. Hey Bruce, snap a pic for us.” The three maneuvered themselves in front of their Interurban Lux sign, Bruce snapping their photo on the outdated android.

[hersweetrevenge]

corey cunningham headcanons [volume one]

i have an (over)abundance of time to think about corey, he plagues my mind 24/7, so i'm inflicting a sprinkling of those thoughts onto all of you. based on this list of questions for character development.

topics include: drinks order, grooming routine, money and purchases, scars, how often he cries, siblings, shoes, sleeping habits and favourite holiday.

WARNING for some general angst, as well as mild mentions of smut, child abuse or otherwise problematic parental behaviour and alcohol consumption.

[images via @/slashericons and @/shitedits]

drinks order

corey's not a big coffee drinker, he usually finds it too bitter, even with milk and sugar. he's happy to "go for coffee" with someone though, he'll just get a hot chocolate or a frappe with a lot of syrup.

he doesn't drink alcohol that often, joan never really drank in the house except for special occasions and she limits ronald to a few beers at most after dinner. as a result, corey is a bit of a lightweight, but when he does drink he always goes for a beer. he hasn't quite developed a taste for harder liquor yet, but vodka is a safe bet because he can mix it with pretty much anything and doesn't have to taste it. he likes the idea of whiskey (the most manly of liquors) but the first time he tried it, the burn made his eyes water.

grooming routine

joan was meticulous about his cleanliness in childhood. he had a bath every night before bed and joan made sure he never had dirt under his nails or behind his ears.

pre-accident corey has taken to showering rather than bathing. he showers every evening and shaves every other day. his facial hair is light/reddish so he can go a few days before it's really obvious he has stubble, but he likes being clean shaven.

he uses 3 in 1 soap for body/hair/face, and yet somehow has the most gorgeous hair in the whole world and (mostly) okay skin. he still gets spots/pimples but he got through his teenage acne stage pretty much unscathed. he doesn't do any skincare. he has a bottle of lotion (on his bedside...) but he doesn't use it often unless he has really dry skin on his elbows or knuckles. it's store-brand unscented. and as a teenage boy in the 2010s, he used an excessive amount of axe body spray. now he has a more grown-up aftershave, but he doesn't use it all the time.

post-accident corey doesn't fair so well. for months after the trial he barely gets out of bed unless joan nags him enough, dragging him on errands or calling him downstairs at meal times. he'd shower when joan forced him to, and shaves maybe once a week.

once he gets a job at the call centre, he has to keep up appearances a little bit again. he showers every day (or other day, if he's not feeling up to it), doesn't mind stubble so much anymore so shaves every 3 - 4 days. when he gets a job at the scrap yard, he's more diligent about showering every day (does not want to go to bed still covered in garage grime.

corey's not a hugely hairy guy anyway, so he doesn't really do anything with his body hair. when he still had hope for getting past second base, he might of trimmed and "manscaped" a bit, but after a three year dry spell, he knows he'd just be kidding himself.

most expensive purchase and disposable income

he doesn't spend a lot of money. he doesn't have a lot of things. the cunningham-prevos are working class, he's used to not having a lot of disposable income to spend, especially before joan married ronald and she was a single mom for the majority of corey's childhood. joan doesn't make him pay rent or contribute to bills so most of his wages go into his savings (saving for what, he doesn't know anymore), and what little he does spend is on snacks and food from the gas station. now and then he'll see a yard sale while cycling home and might stop to look through some books - he has a shelf of tatty sci-fi paperbacks at home - but a few cents here and there barely makes a dent in his pocket.

he did buy his own phone though, as an upgrade from the abysmal off-brand smartphone joan begrudgingly bought him at 18. his phone is probably the most expensive thing he's ever bought, and even then its far from being the latest, most expensive model on the market. he doesn't even pay his own phone bill, seeing as he's on the family plan.

scars

corey doesn't really have any scars, pre-accident. he never really got hurt much as a kid, not with joan watching him like a hawk, but her jurisdiction did not extend to the school playground (luckily for him), where he got his fair share of grazed knees. no lasting scars though.

working at the scrapyard is rough in his hands, though. he hides it well from joan, but he gets little cuts on his fingers and around his cuticles from working. they heal up fine, but he can still see each silvery knick and wears them proudly. they're the proof of his skills, of what he can fix with his own hands.

the cut on his hand from the broken glass eventually leaves a thick scar on his palm. it would of healed more cleanly had he not ripped the stitches so badly and let it get infected. he ends up not being able to feel anything properly in the scar tissue, able to dig his nails into it when he clenches a fist without feeling a thing.

how often does he cry?

pretty often. not always over something specific, he's just an emotional person. as a baby he was (perhaps surprisingly) content, not fussy at all - a fact joan was exceedingly proud of. she'd look at other mothers out in public who just "couldn't control" their children, whose babies wailed and cried. then she'd look down at corey and be reassured of how excellent of a mother she was, with her perfectly happy, chubby-cheeked baby. but that didn't last and as he got older, it become clear he struggled outside of the home and he got overwhelmed a lot. joan said he was just a sensitive boy, was happy to coddle him if it meant he'd stay being a momma's boy, even when other parents would have been worried about his emotional development. he cried every day for the first month of kindergarten. he cried in the locker room at school after a fight he was in when he was 13. he'd cry at night after arguing with joan over whether he could go to college and whether or not she'd fill in his financial aid applications.

after the accident, he was in such a bad state of shock that he didn't cry at all. during questioning, when he was having to repeat himself over and over, he cried out of frustration because it was just an accident, he swears it was just an accident, but it feels like no one believes him and he just wants to go home. then, with the trial, he focused exclusively on that, no time to feel anything at all other than the anxiety that churned his stomach. once he got aquitted, that's when it really happens. he has a huge nervous breakdown, spends the whole night crying to joan while she holds him. it takes weeks for things to get better and there's a lot of crying and borderline catatonia.

he doesn't really cry over much after that. usually it's silly things that set him off, and it sort of surprises him that he can even do it anymore. sometimes he cried when he went to the allen house, or up to the radio station, but not always.

oldest, middle, youngest or only child?

only child. of course. joan only needed one object for her affections, just one person she could shape into loving her and only her unconditionally.

sometimes i wonder if corey was the result of a baby trap; joan having a baby so wally would have to stay and love her and provide for them, until it got to a point where she couldn't care less if wally stayed or not. once she realised corey could be a much better fit for her obsessions, of course.

corey thinks about what it'd be like if he had any siblings (and who knows, maybe he does if wally was unlucky enough to get someone else pregnant after he left haddonfield). mostly he sees other kids with siblings and wishes he had someone he could be close to, someone who would be in his corner against joan.

shoes

pre-accident corey has two pairs of trainers and a pair of "nice" shoes he wore for graduation. he's never been a fashion person, wouldn't even know where to start, but he at least chose his trainers himself, even if joan was with him and vetting his choices over his shoulder.

post-accident corey has one pair of trainers (he threw out the ones he was wearing the night of the accident), those same "nice" shoes (worn to graduation and to court) and his work boots. mostly the only places he goes is from home to work and back again, so he's more often than not got his work boots on. they're well worn and well stained with dust and grime.

sleep

corey's naturally a night owl. for a long time, he had a really (really) early bedtime and joan would stay in his room until he fell asleep. it made him wake up early but he'd go back to sleep and then it was difficult for him to get up again at the proper time. but once she stopped watching him sleep, as a reflex corey started staying up late, which made his trouble getting to sleep at all even worse. he has even more trouble getting up in the morning.

he sleeps with two pillows and a duvet. he has a blanket for winter but he usually runs so hot he doesn't need it. he also has a much older blanket he always keeps at the foot of the bed that he's had since he was a kid. it's a bit ratty now, but it makes him feel a little bit better when he's in one of his moods. he has two sets of sheets that joan has on a two-week laundry rotation.

after the accident, his sleep pattern is obliterated. he finds it even more difficult to get to sleep because his thoughts are constantly racing. he wakes up crying from nightmares pretty much every night, so upset he wakes joan and she comes running. he hates relying on her so much, but having her there does help him go back to sleep. it takes months for him to start sleeping through the night again (or as close to that as he's ever been capable of). eventually he starts doing what he did when he was younger, where he'd wake up in the early morning, but instead of going back to sleep, he'd sneak out to either the allen house or the radio station, depending on how much hope he current possessed about the future.

as previously mentioned, he is not a morning person. he often sleeps in later than he means to, falling back to sleep after turning his alarm off. he's late for work at least twice a month but usually more. ronald's on his back about it, but after a scolding he usually let's it slide. if it's not sleeping in that makes him late, it's joan's subtle acts of sabotage that keep him from getting out the door on time.

favourite holiday

corey doesn't really care about holidays too much. joan's neurotic need to control every single aspect of every single holiday means he's used to just sort of coasting through, doing whatever it takes to make her happy (or at least placate her for the day).

if he had to pick a favourite, he doesn't mind thanksgiving. it's less pressure than christmas, where the prospect of giving and receiving gifts fills corey with a special sort of dread. for a long time it was just him and joan for thanksgiving anyway, he doesn't have any other family, so there isn't the stress of having guests over. it's actually sort of nice, they have dinner and joan bakes a pie. her cooking is still pretty terrible, but corey's willing to overlook that fact in order to keep the peace. they eat dinner and watch TV, some of his best memories with joan are where they just sit and watch TV. plus, corey has his "what he's thankful for" speech perfected, "i'm thankful that you're my mom, and that you take care of me and love me." joan eats that shit right up.

his birthday became his least favourite holiday for a while. it's torturous having to sit through joan's affections, which she ramps up tenfold for the occasion, and he rarely gets what he really wants in terms of presents. anything he wants is watered down for joan's approval. corey hasn't had a birthday party since he was five years old, but joan still makes a show of getting him a cake and lighting the candles after dinner. the effort to keep joan sweet and show enough appreciation for her giving birth to him is enough to fry his nerves for the whole day.

halloween soon takes the number one spot though. you can't really have a worse holiday than the anniversary of the time a child died in front of you.

[polyphonical]

Bridal - Chapter 1

[ View on site for better experience♪ ]

Location: 3-A Classroom

Eichi: Hey, Hakaze-kun. You were more diligent in class this morning.

Kaoru: Ah, yeah. If I slack off too much, Megane-kun would just lecture me again. It's a pain to sit through that.

But, did you need me for something Tenshouin-kun?

Eichi: Ah, no not entirely, I just wanted to give my thanks again for bringing me to the arcade [1] the other day. It was a delightful and rewarding experience.

Kaoru: You didn't have to thank me or anything~. You're surprisingly diligent with these types of things huh, Tenshouin-kun?

Also, if you don't have anything else to say to me, could I go now?

I wanted to stop downtown. There's always some new girls that I'm willing to meet ♪

Eichi: You never seem to falter in that aspect. Well anyways, do you remember when I told you I always make sure to repay my debts quickly?[2]

Kaoru: Hm? Ah, yeah I do remember you saying something like that... It’s really fine, I was free at the time and didn’t have any jobs or anything, so...

Plus, I got to play together with Anzu-chan, and she was really kind to me.

Eichi: Wait a second, let me finish what I was going to say.

I recently received a request for someone to do a gravure shoot. I thought about it and decided to entrust you with this job.

It’s a gravure bridal photoshoot, and you would have to wear a tuxedo... Does that sound good so far?

Kaoru: Bridal...?

Eichi: Ah, you wouldn't have to worry about the requester. They are a trusted source of ours. As soon as you say the word, I can be in contact with them.

Kaoru: No that’s not it… Well, I haven’t had much experience with gravure shoots, so there may be trouble down the line. Sorry, but could I decline?

Eichi: Fufu, you’re rather impatient.

Like I said before, wait until I finish speaking.

Location: Hallway

Kaoru: (Ugh~ Tenshouin-kun had me beat this time.)

(No matter how much I tried to refuse, he basically gave me no room left to argue so I had no choice but to take the job....)

...Nn?

Oh! Hi, hi Anzu-chan! I’m really glad to see you~ ♪

You’re on your way to the studio, aren’t you, Anzu-chan? Tenshouin-kun asked you to work on the gravure photoshoot right? I heard about it~♪

(Fufu~n. Tenshouin-kun really goes all out to pay back his debts, doesn’t he~? To plan all of this for something so small...)

(Well, it’s a rare chance to get something like this, so I’ll use it to my advantage~♪)

Hey hey, y’know when we walk side by side like this, we sorta look like a couple right?

Mhm, I know~. Anzu-chan is just doing her job, so it can’t be helped right?

But, I’m really happy. ‘Cuz, Anzu-chan always runs away whenever I try to talk to her.

Ah, wait sorry, I didn’t want to make you feel bad or anything.

After all, I’d much rather be liked by a girl instead of being hated. Hmm? But I’m fine with being hated by guys?

Well, it’s not like I particularly like guys. In fact, it’s mainly the opposite.

But well, it’s really thanks to Tenshouin-kun for giving me a scenario like this, so. ♪

Eh? Umm, nothing~ Just talking to myself...♪

Anyways, what’s on the agenda today? Should we just hold a meeting between us?

Fufun. Being trapped in a private room, there’s no way there wouldn’t be sparks flying~ ♪

Hmm? Anzu-chan, why’d you start puffing your chest out?

Eh? You called over some helpers…?

You called them over because you knew I wasn’t skilled in gravure photoshoots? O-Oh really~?

No, I don’t have a problem with it~ Anzu-chan called them over because you were thinking of how to help me, right?

Thank you, Anzu-chan. Aah, I might’ve fallen more in love with you ♪

Woah, don’t run away~? It’s okay, I won’t do anything to cause you any harm, okay?

Alright then, let’s go. It may be a little different from what I imagined, but I’ll do my best for your sake~♪

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This is a reference to Wanted!!! Bridal actually takes place a week-ish after Wanted!!! and is directly tied to that story. So, I recommend reading that one first!

Here, Eichi says something along the lines of “remember when I said that I always repay my debts?” but, in the translation of Wanted!!! I read, Eichi says “If you're going to show me around the arcade, I'll be in your debt, and my principle is to repay them quickly.” I thought it'd make more sense for Eichi to say he repays his debts quickly rather than just repaying them in general since he’s giving this to Kaoru like a week after the arcade visit. Plus, it’s just a silly reference to the first story!

[faegoddessog]

Okay. So I need to do this publicly because I really want to give you detailed feedback. So everything in BOLD UPPERCASE is my addition to this. MY STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS IF YOU WILL.

Daily Meal AND THERE'S THE TITLE I GAVE YOU

HOW PERFECT DOES HE LOOK HERE?

Please let me know if you see anything that needs attention (other than the fucking hot pic of Austin in a backstage setting that perfectly goes with this story that I wrote way before those pics came out.. magic!!) BEST COINCIDENCE EVER THAT THIS PICTURE CAME OUT THIS DAY

OKAY HERE WE GO

She was sitting on the couch in their apartment, back to the door. It was bad Feng Shui, but it was the only place the robust piece of furniture would fit in the narrow New York apartment. They had rented it furnished and would only be here for about 9 months anyway.  SEE YOU WROTE 'ROBUST PIECE OF FURNITURE' AND I THOUGHT 'OH THEY GONNA TEST THE STURDINESS OF THE COUCH' MY MIND WAS READY FOR SMUT IS ALL I'M SAYING.

She loved going with Austin to his film locations when she could. She adored travel and exploration, but she adored Austin exponentially more. He was the most kind person she had ever met. The fact that he was beyond handsome and famous didn't even matter to her. He had amazed her from their first meeting. A meeting after which, he began to pursue her diligently. OH HE'S A CHASER.

They had been in the City for just over two weeks now, under the guise of 'getting settled’. Really, they had come early because Austin had an addiction, theater. He had drug her out to shows nearly every night for the past two weeks before he started work on his new job. It's not like she hated going, she liked theater too. Just… whoa. She was at the point where she couldn't remember which scene belonged to which play. LOVE HOW YOU INCORPORATED HIS LOVE FOR THE THEATRE. OR AS HE ONCE SAID 'MAINLINING THEATRE'

All that would slow down as today was the first table read of the new play Austin was starring in. Austin was so excited to be working on Broadway again. When he left that morning he was like a kid in a candy shop: smiling, nervous and buzzing. I CAN IMAGINE THAT VIVIDLY.

Tonight though, he promised her something different. He was going to take her to his favorite little hole in the wall place, they had live music every night and 'the best cocktails in town'.  

It was weird for him to want to be out so much, usually he was more of a ‘let’s stay in’ kind of guy. She supposed this was what theater did to him. YEP, FEELS A BIT OOC FOR AUS. BUT LET'S ROLL WITH IT.

Right now though, she had her headphones on trying to finish her remote work before he got home. There had been problems all day at the home office, deadlines had gotten moved up and her boss had put a lot of pressure on her to get them done. She had been frantically working all afternoon and felt like she was getting nowhere. Stumbling blocks and obstacles just kept popping up right and left. She felt like the project was slipping through her fingers. DO YOU KNOW ME IRL? WE HAVEN'T TALKED ABOUT THAT TIME IN MY LIFE, RIGHT? SO THIS ALREADY FEELS VERY FAMILIAR.

Austin traipsed down the hallway to their apartment. His day had been so good, the table read went amazing and the meeting after showed a ton of excitement built up about his new show. He was riding a high when he opened the door and saw her sitting on the couch, back to the door. 

He took a minute to look at her toeing off his shoes as per the rental agreement. YOU CAN PUT THAT IN A RENTAL AGREEMENT?  Her hair was up in a bun, the noise canceling headphones that she preferred to earbuds when working cradling her head. The wide neck of her shirt had slipped down, showing off her shoulders. The thin gold necklace that he had given her draped over the back of her neck gave him warm fuzzies.  AWWWW, HE'S A BIT TERITORRAL WHEN IT COMES TO HER. I LIKE THAT.

Damn he loved her. He was so happy that he got to bring his best girl with him on this project and share with her his love for theater. 

The fact that she could do her job anywhere was amazing. He loved when she joined him on location, though she only ever visited the set occasionally during filming. She said it was important that they had their own bits of life, she didn't want him to feel smothered or like she had to check up on him on set. In fact, she could never make him feel that way. In the past two years, she had become his rock, his solid base to cling to as he jumped into projects that scared him, that pushed him. NICE WORK DESCRIBING AN ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP WITH ALL THE UPLIFTING SIDES THAT COME WITH THAT.

He closes the door. She doesn’t turn, clearly sucked in. YEAH, AND WEARING NOISE-CANCELING HEADPHONES ;)

"Well shit!" she exclaims loudly, banging on her keyboard a little too vehemently,  obviously trying to make something work that was not working. BEEN THERE. VERY RELATABLE.

Austin's eyes narrow in concern. She is usually quite collected, but the move and work had been stressful on her. VERY OBSERVANT BF. LOVE THAT.

He slips into the bedroom, then out again unnoticed, pushing something into his jeans pocket. Austin walks up behind her and lightly touches her bare shoulders. She jumps a bit, startled, and looks up. 

"Oh hey babe," she pulls her headphones off her ears, "how did it go?"

"It went well, I think it's gonna be a really good show," he says, "sounds like your day wasn't as great." 

"That's an understatement," she says rubbing the bridge of her nose, "the whole system just went down, again. So frustrating. I feel like I can't get a foothold on this project." AGAIN, BEEN THERE. VERY RELATABLE.

He leans over the couch and closes the laptop, setting it aside. His lips brush her sensitive spot behind her ear. She closes her eyes, raises her hands to wrap around him and leans into his soft attentions. OKAAAYYY, WE GETTIN' SOMEWHERE.

"Feeling out of control are you?" he rumbles in her ear, "I have something that might help." DOM MODE ACTIVATED.

Before she can ask what, he slips his bracelets over her wrists. The ones that mean she doesn't get to make decisions until they come off.  The ones that signify he is in charge. The ones that mean she belongs to him. YESSS...DEFINITELY LIKE THAT.

Two beautiful Italian-made leather cuff bracelets he had made in lieu of a collar. She did not like things tight around her neck, they had discovered. AGAIN, DO YOU KNOW ME?

The cuffs could dangle comfortably loose, or they could be tightened with small decorative looking buckles if he needed them tighter. They had beautiful intertwining loops of leather with a couple rings of metal that Austin could slip his fingers into to control her or restrain her. Or he could clip them together with a carabiner. He was quite proud of his little invention, really.  DO YOU HAVE VISUALS FOR THOSE?´OR AN AFFILIATE LINK? LOL She can stop it all with the murmur of their safe word, of course. But she was loath to use it unless completely necessary.  CONSENT & RULES IN PLACE...SO IMPORTANT.

She sighs as he slips them on,  pussy clenching, almost Pavlovian in response at this point.  God she loves him, he always knows exactly what she needs. Right now, she needs to not be in charge for a while. He must have had a really good day. He only got them out  when he was in a really good mood.  HIM TAKING CHARGE IS HOT. HIM TAKING CHARGE WHEN HE KNOWS SHE NEEDS IT IS EVEN BETTER: HE DOESN'T NEED TO BE PROMPTED, HE PICKS UP ON IT? TOTAL TURN ON.

"You know I wanted to take you out tonight, Doll," his hands slide down the front of her shirt, teasing her nipples, "but you aren't dressed yet. Oh hunny, what are we gonna do about that?" 

"Out? Aren't we staying in?" she frowned a little, shaking her wrists a little. She had never worn the cuffs out in public before.

"Oh no, we are going, and those are going to stay on. It's New York, after all. No one will think twice," he says, stepping to the chair opposite the couch. I'VE NEVER BEEN TO NY BUT WEARING LEATHER CUFFS (THAT ARE SO NON-OBVIOUS) WOULD FLY UNDER THE RADAR HERE IN MY MID-SIZE EUROPEAN TOWN. SO I IMAGINE IT'S A NO-BRAINER IN NY.

"Yes, Austin," she says looking up at him, grateful to not have to make the decision. LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK: SOMETIMES IT'S A RELIEF TO NOT BE IN CHARGE, TO BE THE PLANNER. I HAVE A FEELING A LOT OF WOMEN FALL INTO THAT CATEGORY.

God he is beautiful. His tall frame is both lean and muscular, she knew he was stronger than he looked. Whether he had a little bit of scruff or he was clean shaven, his face was the very definition of handsome. He had a strong jaw, high cheekbones and the most adorable little corner mouth dimple on his left side. He was dotted with a unique constellation of freckles that she had been known to trace with her fingertips over his cheek and with her tongue as they dipped down his neck and onto his chest. OH THAT'S A CORE FANTASY OF MINE. AGAIN, WE DIDN'T TALK ABOUT THIS. WHAT IS THIS SORCERY? His lips, oh lord, his lips were always soft and kissable. The sharp bow of his upper lip in opposition with the full roundness of the bottom one. He could do things with that mouth, things the mere thought of which had her wet. CHECK. His newly darkened hair accentuated his piercing blue eyes. His new character was raven haired and he was nothing if not thorough in his preparation. His dedication to his craft was something she adored about him. YEP. TOTALLY WITH HER ON THAT ONE.

"Now, you are going to peel down right here,” he places himself deliberately in the chair,  leaning back, long legs crossed, "then you will wear what I pick out." 

His thumb and long fore-finger outline his mouth, pulling his bottom lip out. Something he did when he was nervous or when he was looking at something that turned him on. Right now that something was her. He waved his other hand in a 'well get on with it' gesture.  

"Yes Austin," she said, standing up, "what first?" 

"Hmm, top," he said simply. 

They had played this game before. She knew he liked her to undress slowly and to touch herself when she did it. Her hand started at her waist, fingertips dragging the bottom edge of her shirt up, exposing the natural roundness of her belly. 

She was no impossibly thin supermodel, she was curvy, strong, healthy. He liked that about her, liked that she didn't conform to the California/Fashion/Hollywood standards he had grown up with. She marched to the beat of her own drum. She was hot as fuck doing it. He had noticed that since she was thrust into the public eye by dating him, she was starting to lead the pack in promoting body positivity, just by being herself. QUEEN!!! YES TO NORMAL BODIES AND HOT MEN THINKING NORMAL SIZED WOMEN ARE HOT AF.

The hem of her shirt got caught momentarily on her naturally large breasts as she slowly stripped off her top. She hated wearing bras when at home. THIS! Her breasts bounced just a little as the shirt broke free. It was tantalizing to him. 

"Turn around," he said, "pull those bottoms down, both of them."

Her thumbs hooked onto the waistband of her joggers and panties. Pulling first one side down over her luscious hips, then the other to just under her ass. 

"Stop," he said quickly," mmm, pull those cheeks apart for me." SCREAMING! THINKING ABOUT A CERTAIN BLUE STONED GEM FROM A PREVIOUS STORY.

She grasped the roundness of her ass. The spreading sparking little sensations to her asshole and consequently to her pussy. She breathes out the tiniest of moans. She loves when he orders her to touch herself. 

"Down to your ankles now," he says. 

She steps back from the couch, more in the middle of the space and, bending at the waist, pushes her panties and joggers to the floor.

"Yes, show me that pussy, Doll," his deep voice starting to sound husky.

She steps her feet out of her clothes and then apart, pushing her hips back to him. Reaching back, she pulls her ass cheeks apart. 

"Oh my, baby, you look like you are wet, touch yourself and check," he directs. He has uncrossed his legs, manspreading in the most delicious way, giving himself room to grow. 

LIKE THAT? BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT I'M THINKING ABOUT.

Reaching between her legs with one hand, she dips a finger into her seeping wetness, pulling away a string of moisture. 

"Oh yes you are," he breaths, "do you like being all bent over in front of me, Doll? Showing me that wet, needy pussy?" The sound of a zipper reaches her ears. 

"Yes Austin," her only reply. 

Austin's hands are on her hips, guiding her to his now fully erect, fully exposed lap. "Sit that pretty pussy down on my big cock." 

It was big; long fingers and hands do not lie, at least when it came to Austin. I SHARE THAT LINE OF THINKING.

She nestles down onto him with a pleasure filled moan. The first taste of his cock in her pussy was always perfection for them both, and it only got better from there.

"Oh yes, baby doll, , such a good girl, so wet for me” he praises her, “clean that finger off sweetheart," he pushes her hand to her mouth. 

She turns her head to the side so he can watch her lick her juices. She moans around her finger as he slowly slides in and out of her. 

"Hands," his gruff voice says. 

She knows what he wants. She wants it too. She presents her wrists behind her. He laces the two fingers of one hand into the straps on both wrists. Pulling them tight behind her.

"Make me cum in that pussy baby, ride me," he leans back. 

Clenching his ass and pushing himself further upward, he gives her his whole shaft to ride. His thumb strokes the soft skin of her inner wrist. 

"Yes Austin,” she loves not having to think about what to do next. AGAIN, YESSS. Getting her feet under her, she slowly rises and falls, savoring every centimeter of him.  The stress of the day forgotten as warmth percolates in her lower belly. 

"Fuck yes, god I love your wet cunt wrapped around my dick," he groans out. "Does it feel good doll?"

"Yes Austin," she moans through clenched teeth. Her hips gyrate in slow, wide circles as she slides him further into her. His head brushes past the singular delicious point on the front of her vagina. 

“Ohmigod!” falls from her lips as a shudder runs through her.  

"Don't you cum unless I say so," he struggles not to fuck her back, to let her do all the work. LOVE THAT KIND OF DOMINANCE.

"Oh fuck, yes Austin," she moans. 

She had almost forgotten that part, it had been too long since he had taken the weight of the world from her shoulders. OH THIS HIT'S SO CLOSE. AS AN OVERTHINKER IT RARELY HAPPENS BUT WHEN IT DOES IT'S THE BEST.

As she settles into a slow rhythm, Austin’s free hand slips around her ribcage, his long fingers pressing just under her breast. He steers her towards the pace he wants. 

“Yes baby doll, just like that,” his voice sonorous and deep. YEAH, NOT SO KEEN ON THE TERM OF ENDEARMENT. (BUT HEY, IT CAN'T ALL BE GOOD, RIGHT?)

The exquisite ache starts to pour down his cock and coalesce deep in his groin. He takes a second to watch this gorgeous creature impaling herself on him. The muscles of her triceps popping  as he holds her arms. He can just see the sides of her tits, pressed out and bouncing.  He makes a mental note to have  a mirror to hang on the wall opposite so he can watch her fully. The idea makes his pelvic floor clench and his arousal heighten. THE CLENCHING IS REAL.

“Oh god, oh fuck!” she cries out, his cock bouncing just a little inside her. It’s a small movement but it pings the nerves just right. It forces her muscles to contract deliciously around him, compelling her right up to her edge. The edge, she knew, that was not allowed to her, not yet. EVIL, BUT GOOD.

His chuckle came from deep in his chest. He knows she is getting close. He knows her cues, he made a study of her when they first got together, and he was nothing if not thorough. ALWAYS THE DELIGENT STUDENT. He fucking loves making her cum. 

Her clamping down on his cock makes him gasp.  Austin can’t help himself now, his glutes flexing and thighs straining, thrusting into her. The course of their movement falls naturally into him holding her still so he can fuck her.  He loves fucking her. The anticipation builds in him, the glorious pressure seeps into his lower stomach.

Her head is thrown back, her legs are shaking. His thrusts are perfection, pumping in and out of her, hitting her inside in a way that she just can’t emulate.   She loves it when he fucks her. Warmth rises to heat, swelling inside her seeking a crack from which to release. 

“Please, can I come, please,” she whines, toes curling, muscles tense trying to control the  pleasure wanting to burst out of her.  Wetness trickles down the base of his shaft and onto his balls, 

“NO!” his rasping reply through gritted teeth. He fucks her.

Her eyebrows draw together in a grimace, but the corner of her lips curl into a smile. Yeah, she loves this. This teetering on the edge, praying he will let her drench his cock. HOW DOES SHE HOLD BACK? SUPERHUMAN QUEEN!

And he fucks her. 

“Ungh,” he groans out, “Fuck. Yes!” 

Even through the haze of pleasure she is attempting to override, she can tell when he is close. She knows every sound he makes, the groan in his throat when he is so turned on there is no stopping him. She knows the cadence of his thrusts, when his balls cling tightly to his body in preparation. She fucking loves making him so hot that he can’t help but chase his orgasm single mindedly. 

And he fucks her.

“Can I cum, can I cum, can I cum,” she starts to beg, moaning over and over. 

He knows she is practically cumming already. 

But he can’t answer. 

His thrusts start to stutter, he can feel the pressure building in his balls to the point of no return. Guttural animal noises are all that he can make as the release overtakes him, his body tense. His energy focused on the single point of pulsing and surging of his cum into her frantic pussy.

Finally, he manages to sputter out “Yes.” 

Her orgasm rockets from her as she fucks herself hard on his cock. Clenching him. Drenching him. 

“YES!  YES!  YES!” she is screaming. Spine writhing like a snake.

“Oh my fucking god!” Austin’s eyes roll back, he head lolling on the back of the chair, his now sensitive cock getting a pounding of its own. KHDFKGHÖOIZF(WE&R%/W$EROFNSXFKUZG§$)(%/§$)%$/&POQ§UE=)" I QUITE LIKE THIS!

Finally she stills. Both of them shaking, twitching. He lets go of her wrists. She turns with ragged breath to curl up in his waiting arms. AFTERCARE KING.

>>>><<<<

Austin held her hand, forefinger looped through the bracelet on her hand. They had somehow managed to avoid most paparazzi, though by now they just always assumed there would be photos of them. 

 They walked down the alleyway, towards the blue neon feline over a paint-splattered black door with a stenciled white outline of a cat. It looked grungy and unkept. She looked at Austin as though he was crazy. He just smiled at her, pulled at the door handle without a scrap of hesitation. LOVE THE VIBE

She was wearing the outfit he picked out for her. A dark brown wraparound cocktail dress with capped sleeves and plunging neckline. The curved hemline of the wrap meeting in the front, forming an inverted V. Her legs flashed as she walked. He picked it because he could have easy and full access to her bare pussy. Of course he wouldn’t let her have panties.   She wore leather heeled sandals with straps that criss-crossed and matched the cuffs dangling from her wrists. MATCHING YOUR KINK WITH YOUR OUTFIT IS NEXT LEVEL.

The second they walk down the stairs and into the speakeasy, she knows why he loves it here. It’s like they were instantly transported backstage. Props and set pieces make up the decor, it’s dark and intimate. There is exposed brick and  ductwork and even a steel support beam bolted to its  concrete footing.  She half expects to see a rack of costumes roll by and actors with overly emphasized rouged cheeks hurrying to make their entrance, stage left. 

There is a stage in fact, a tiny one. OH OH, ARE THERE NUDE DANCERS ON THE STAGE? There is a band playing and the place is pleasantly filled with patrons. OH, JUST MUSICIANS. THAT'S WHAT I CALL A MISSED CHANCE.

The bartender greets him like an old friend. They exchange a few sentences and he introduces her. Austin never lets go of her hand. Almost as if she is an anchor for his introverted self in the metaphorical sea of people. STILL THAT INTROVERT AT HEART:

They are shown to the most dark secluded round table with round couch seating in the back corner next to an egress that says ‘STAGE’ in grungy, scuffed lettering. He motions for her to take a seat.

“Peel that skirt slit back as you sit,” he whispers as he strips off his elegant black jacket revealing his basic white t-shirt underneath and the stitching detail on his black trousers. As he sits, he lays the jacket partially over her lap as though she was cold. It’s just a little extra insurance, the table hides most of her lap. 

He snuggles her in tight to him, his long legs crossed towards her. Her hand rests lightly on his thigh One arm languidly around her shoulders, the other resting high on her now bare thigh under his jacket.  He looks her up and down while they sit and enjoy the music for a minute, his fingers making little circles on her inner thigh. 

“You know Doll,” he leans in, lips close to her ear, “you look good enough to eat, I might just make you my daily meal.” THERE'S THAT SONG BIT THAT INSPIRED IT ALL!

Her arm curls her hand to play in his dark hair. The moment is  so intimate. She looks demurely down, pressing her lips together as his fingers graze her other ones under the table. 

The waitress walks over. They both smile up at her like he doesn't have his hand up her dress. 

“Hi, what can I get you two lovebirds,” she says, “Oh wow, I love your bracelet. Where did you get it.” 

“He had them specially made for me,” she grins at Austin. He just nods, not offering any more information. 

The waitress doesn’t note the plural. Austin orders  a lemon sour and the grilled maitake for her and decides on the fried quail and a green toki highball for himself. HOW CAN THEY EVEN THINK ABOUT REAL FOOD?

When the drinks are delivered, Austin removes his hand from her thigh and then replaces it with the one draped over her shoulders. 

“Wider,” he says smiling while handing her the lemon sour. Her legs part just enough so his hand can slip between them. As he sips, he pulses two fingers against her labia in time to the music.  STRUMMING HER LIKE A GUITAR...

She  watches the  little stage, trying not to show her arousal on her face as she drinks. His pulsing becomes pushing as her wetness creeps onto his digits. Slowly sinking his long dextrous fingers over her clit and to the second knuckle inside her warm wet pussy over and over. It’s getting harder for her to keep her composure. 

Food arrives. He retracts his fingers, wiping them cursorily between her thighs. She notes that they still glisten as he pulls a piece of quail off with his hands. Looking her in the eyes, he licks his fingers off before putting the bite in his mouth. DIRTY MAN. LOVE IT.

She knows what that beautiful tongue can do and hopefully will do later, if she’s good.

When they are done with their meal, she excuses herself to the bathroom, slickness lubricating her inner thighs.   She makes her way through the rabbit warren that is the underground of this building to find the restroom. She tries her best to wipe away her arousal, not that she is embarrassed, she loves being this wet for Austin. It’s just that she came dangerously close to leaving a wet spot  on the back of her dress. GIRL HAS STILL TOO MUCH GOING ON IN HER MIND? IF IT'S DARK NO ONE WILL SEEEEEEEEE.....

When she steps out, hair, pussy and makeup refreshed, Austin is there, coat over his arm,  in the tight hallway. He smiles and takes her by the hand, fingers looping into the leather at her wrist. He leads her, she is sure, in the wrong direction, away from the speakeasy. 

“Austin, I think it’s that way,” she says, pointing over her shoulder, forgetting the rules of their game. 

He stops near a door and looks at her with one eyebrow cocked. “Are you questioning me?” I SEE TROUBLE ON THE HORIZON.

“I just don’t want them to think we aren’t paying… or … some…thing.” she says, her words falling off.

“Hmm,” is all he says. OH OH. DEFENETLY IN TROUBLE.

He pushes the door open staring at her, then nods his head toward the dark entrance.   He had been here before, and was hoping not much had changed. 

The door led into another darkened narrow hallway, then opened onto the backstage wing of this old theater.  There was a concrete ledge and exposed brick, even some graffiti. The leg curtains still hang, dusty, masking this little used space. THAT'S AN INSURANCE LIABILITY IF I EVER SEEN ONE.

The stage itself and the old seating area are clearly in the process of some kind of remodeling job. The lights are still on, blazing. Someone may still be at work here at this late hour. 

Austin walks a little, checking out the stage. She can tell the place is speaking to his theater blood. He places his jacket on the stone ledge.  He strides two steps toward her and leans against the stone to brick wall. With narrowed eyes, he looks her up and down. 

"Damn baby doll," the fingers of his right hand, glide across his bottom lip and chin as if trying to decide what to do with her, “about that daily meal.”

He reaches for her, pulling her against him. He flips her hair over her shoulder with the back of his hand, sliding it behind her neck and up to the back of her head. He presses her back to the wall. 

"Spread your legs baby doll," his lips brush her ears as he grasps her hair in a loose fist. 

The sensation on her head makes her shudder, the growl of his voice sends deep vibrations to her core. She steps her feet gingerly apart.  SHIT. EVEN I FEEL THOSE VIBRATIONS...

"Lift your skirt, like a good girl," he kisses her cheek sweetly. 

Her fingers gather the front of her skirt into her palms. The cool air of the space feels good on her hot cunt. 

"Mmm, such a pretty pussy," he croons in her ear. Austin's long fingers brush the length of her outer lips.

"This is pretty dry baby,  do you not like our little game anymore?" he asks with almost a pout, patting her mons, "do you want me to stop?" He lets his hand drop to his side. AUS THAT'S YOUR PART IN THIS EQUATION.

"No, no, I love it," she says quickly. She grabs his hand and pulls it back to her, “please don't stop." She was too far into the scene now, he had built her up too much all night to just stop. She needed him, needed whatever he decided to give her tonight. 

"Tch, tch, tch,” his tongue clicks on the roof of his mouth, “oh Doll, did I say you could let go of your skirt?" He looks at her reprovingly, one eyebrow lifted, "questioning me, making up your own directions… oh no.” I SEE SOME FPRM OF PUNISHMENT COMING.

Whoops. 

"I'm sorry…Sir," she quickly gathered her skirt up again, bottom lip catching in her teeth. 

"Oh sugar, it's ok, or it will be in a minute," a devilish smile curls his lips.

Slap! His hand met her pussy with a sharp smack. The jolt sent electricity through her. She fucking loved when he slapped her pussy, liked it even when her bracelets weren't on. 

"Say it," his voice was stern as he pets her, his eyes locked onto hers in the dim light. 

"Austin," she breathes.

Slap! Her mouth curves slightly upwards as she jolts, chin tilting up. 

"Is," the word comes out more defiant than she meant. 

The hand in her hair tightens hard and pulls her head back, towering over her, his jawline set.  Moisture springs immediately to the waterline of her eyes. THAT'S NOT WHERE THE LUBRICATION IS NEEDED GIRL. BUT I UNDERSTAND.

SLAP! Harder. Her leg shakes with the pain and pleasure of it. 

"Hnngh, In," more of a moan than a spoken word. 

Austin's lips brush hers. His tongue flickers out to wet her lips, then his own push gently against them. His lips leave, but his eyes remain close to hers. She can see her desire reflected in his eyes. 

SLAP! Hardest. OOOUUUUUFFFFF!!!!

"Charge!" the word squeals from her throat.

"Mmm hmmm, that's right Doll," he croons, staring at her eyes, "now, are you gonna be good and do as I say?”"

She would nod if she could, but his grip on her hair was just tight enough to restrict her movement.

“Yes Sir,” she breathes out. 

“That’s my girl,” he releases her hair and kisses her softly, lovingly, his hand rubbing soothingly on her tingly,  dry lips. STILL DRY? GIRL YOU NEED TO DRINK MORE WATER.

“Hmm, maybe this little pussy  just needs some encouragement?” he rubs a deep circle over her mons. Zings of pleasure tighten in her. 

“Oh fuck,” slips from her mouth.

“Oh my, what a dirty mouth you have, Doll. Do I need to give it something else to do?” he asks, stepping back from her, fingers tapping the clasp at his waist. 

She stands there, looking down at his tapping hand, breath shallow. She is still holding her dress up, still exposed to him, for him. Gods she is beautiful, he was so smitten with her.  

She is trying so hard to be good.  All she really wants is to leap on him, make him fuck her until she fills the thearter with the cacophony of her screaming orgasm. It was easier to cum when she was loud. 

“Hmm?” he waits. 

Slowly, she raises her eyes to his, chin still pointed down, a little hungry smile on her lips. She just nods. She loves his cock in her mouth. 

His eyebrow twitches and a little moan sounds deep in his throat. If he wasn’t fully hard before, the look on her face made him so now. He pulls open the clasp quicker than he meant to. GOOD HE'S AFFECTED TOO.

Fuck she made him want her so badly. He thought about just sinking his cock into her. Fucking her until she begged him to stop, then doing it a little longer. She would be loud in this cavernous place and probably alert everyone in a half mile radius. 

He took a breath, calming himself just a little.  Not trusting himself to talk just yet, he indicates the floor with his eyes and a little nod of his head.

She slowly gets down on her knees in front of him licking her lips in preparation.

“Open” he commands as he pulls himself out.  

He places his velvety head on her outstretched tongue. 

Her eyes look up at him, she knows he likes that. The tip of her tongue laps up and down on his frenulum, her mouth still wide open. His breath leaves him in a low moan as she gradually drags his cock further and further into her mouth. When his tip hits her soft palette, her lips close engulfing him. Her wet lips dragging along his dry shaft. HE TOO, HAS A DEHYDRATION PROBLEM? ;)

Her hands are still on the hem of her dress, holding it up, exposing herself.  Afterall, he didn’t tell her to let go and she is trying so hard to be good for him.  

He holds himself at the base as she glides her head back and forth over his length. Her tongue rippling along his underside.  He hadn’t planned on fucking her mouth, he hadn’t planned on cumming until they got home. But the thrill of maybe being caught was exhilarating PREACH IT (ALSO ANOTHER REQUEST UNLOCKED) and she was so fucking good at this. He found himself holding her head still and thrusting into her. He tried not to make her gag too much, but when it happened it was so hot. 

She fucking loves this, loves his movement in her mouth, loves it when he gags her just a bit, bringing up that thick spit from the back of her throat. She is surprised when his hands go to her hair to hold her still. She didn’t think he’d go for it here. It’s hot, the way he loses control. YEP. PRETTY FUCKING HOT. She presses her lips over her teeth. Breath is seething through his teeth, she can tell he is close. 

Her tongue feels like some kind of wizardry along the underside of his shaft. Her eyes are closed, and he watches himself sink between her pretty pink lips. 

She is his good girl, his naughty girl. 

His.

“I’m gonna cum, I don’t want to see any of it leave your mouth,” he whispers to her. His head tilts back, as she sucks him long and hard. 

Muttered curses come from him in his last few thrusts. He surges into her mouth, hot and sticky.  She greedily swallows everything he gives her. As he pulls out, her tongue presses up on the bottom of his cock, milking the dregs of his cum onto her tongue. He groans.  She leaves her tongue out to show him. 

“Let me see that dirty mouth. What a good girl you are,” he pants, “Swallow it hunny.” 

She does, licking her lips. Fuck she is hot. BOTH ARE. FFS.

He pulls her up to standing. Wiping his thumb along her wet chin. Then kissing her mouth deeply.  Her hips are rocking back and forth lewdly, hands still holding her dress up. It is clear she is too far gone to just leave. 

He deliberately tucks his spent cock back into his pants. She lets out a little whine. 

“Such a good girl, swallowing all my cum. I think you earned a little reward, don’t you?” his fingers lightly play at the collar of her dress. 

She is practically seething with desire, if she didn’t have the bracelets on, she would have shoved him up against the wall and had her way with him. But all she can do right now is nod. 

“Use your words,” he admonishes, fingers tracing down the curves of her waist. “Tell me what you want.”

“I…” she pants, ”I need...” 

“What do you need, baby doll, tell me…” he urges her on. OH NOT THAT NICKNAME AGAIN!!!!!

“I need… I need to cum.” the last word exhaled out, barely audible. 

“Oh but baby Doll,” his pinky and thumb splayed to either side, he draws a long, slow line up her inner thighs. She shudders as his touch sends electricity up her spine. He stops just short. “You forgot to say please.” 

SLAP! 

Her pussy stings in the most glorious way. 

“Start over,” he says low in her ear. 

SLAP! 

“I need..” she moans SLAP!

“to cum…” she is shaking

SLAP! 

“Please!” her voice a whine.

SLAP! 

“SIR!” The last impact is like stinging rapture. GOOSEBUMPS!

“Shhhh, that’s better, my good girl,” he says quietly in her ear. “I’m gonna make you cum, but you have to be quiet. Understand?”

Her eyes go big for a second, she is terrible at being quiet, but she is shaking with the wanting of him, she won’t make it home in this state. She just nods, biting her lip,  hoping she can. 

He backs her up to the stone ledge, grasping her inner thigh, he lifts her leg so that her foot is on the ledge. She is more exposed than ever, wide open for him. 

“Keep your hands on the ledge,” he whispers in her ear. 

He falls to his knees in front of her. 

“Well that did it baby doll, you are dripping now. You must like me in your mouth, yes?” AH HYDRATION PROBLEM SOLVED....AN EXCHANGE OF FLUIDS IS NEEDED.

“Oh yes sir,” she whispers. 

“Do you like it when I punish this pretty pussy” he asks, looking up at her. 

She just whines and nods, not trusting herself to speak. NODDING ALONG.

“I’m gonna clean this up now, you stay quiet.” 

He licks long strokes up her pussy, strings of moisture sticking to his tongue. With one hand, he spreads her labia wide. He can see her glisten, even in the dim light. Knowing he doesn’t need to gently warm her up, he dives right in. He presses his mouth to her, his nose buried against her mons. The middle of his tongue rolling wide just below her clit. God he loves the taste of her pussy. He could lick her all night. 

The instant his tongue hits her, her supporting leg nearly gives out. Thankfully the ledge is there to hold her up. 

His tongue reaches back, pushing into her as far as he can go. He laps up toward her clit, bringing her juices along.

God he is good at this. She is lost in the motions of his tongue against her. Her lips pressed tight together, trying not to moan. She could let him tongue fuck her into oblivion. 

He traces a circle around her clit. Then two fingers push their way into her wet slit. Her spine curls over him as thrilling tension fills her. He flicks her clit with the tip of his tongue, then rubs with a wide tongue, fucking her slowly with his fingers.  

Her head is tucked forward, body clenched tight, the heat behind her clit collapsing in on itself. 

“Please can I come? Please?” she barely whispers. 

“Mmmhmm,” he nods, looking up at her. Holy shit, his blue eyes against that black hair looking up at her from between her legs? Divine.

Little outpourings of her juices start to soak his hand. He sucks her clit into the vacuum of his mouth, licking, licking, licking. Fingering her faster. 

He can hear a quiet, high pitched nasal whine, her teeth clamping down on the meaty pad of her thumb. Suddenly she is jerking against his mouth, exploding, thrusting her gushing cunt onto his fingers. It’s all he can do to keep contact with her wild gyrations. 

FJBDFGHSIUFHKWLENEFHIÖAEWUZTHKJSbDVJLDFHGIEHGIUADHGTKAERHGTOIAEJRGTPOUEATHTGKJGMGFM!!

Eventually, she slows, as does he. He stands up, adjusting his now once again hardening cock. He puts his arms around her, holding her close as little aftershocks yank at her core. 

“There’s my good baby Doll.” he whispers lovingly in her ear. NOT BABY DOLL AGAIN!

She curls into him, panting quietly. 

Then he hears voices float down from the back of the theater. 

“Yes sir and as you can see we have already started renovations here.. Let me take you down and show you what we plan to do with the stage area.” 

“Very good, how much longer will all this take?”

His eyes go huge. She is still oblivious, coming down off her high. 

“Shh, we have to go,” he whispers to her. He grabs his coat and drags her quietly with his wet hand to the cramped, dark  hallway where they came in.  As they reach the door, they can hear the voices. 

“What are these water drips on the floor?” VERY NECESSARY!!!!

“Oh, um… I don't know we’ll have to check if there are any pipes up there”

“I was told this building was sound…”

Austin opens the door back near the bathrooms of the speakeasy, lips pressed together. Once the door shuts behind them he breaks out in giggles, dragging her away from the door. 

“Holy crap, that was close,” he says. 

“I didn’t see any water on the floor?” she is still slightly befuddled. 

“Oh baby, that was you all over the floor,” he tells her with a knowing smile. HEHE!

Her mouth drops open. She stops and  down at her splattered legs and covers her laughter with her hands. 

“Whoops” she says, still giggling, leaning on the wall. 

“Whoops is right,” he pulls a strand of hair away from her face. Holding her hand, he unbuckles one, then both bracelets from her wrists. They slip into his pockets. 

“I think I’d like to take you home and take my time to make love to you, if you are ok with that.” HOW CAN SHE WALK AFTER ALL OF THIS? OR EVEN SPEAK IN FULL SENTENCES?

“Mmm more than ok,” her smile is huge and warm, “thank you Austin, I really needed that.”

“You are welcome, I’m sorry it’s been so long sweetheart,” his hand comes to her face, “and in case I haven’t said it, I am so thankful you are here with me, enduring the chaos that is sometimes my life. I love you so much.” 

“It’s our life, Austin,” she says with soft eyes, “and I wouldn't have it any other way. I love you too.”  

Their lips press together in a soft, sweet kiss. 

A NOTE PLEASE; FOR THE LOVE OF THY READERS, REMIND THEM TO STAY WELL HYDRATED. WITH ALL THIS HEAT AND CONTINUED LOSS OF FLUIDS, HYDRATION, EVEN AS A READER, IS KEY! A THANK YOU AGAIN, THIS IS ONE OF THE BEST GIFTS I EVER RECEIVED: DEEPLY PERSONAL, FUN AND JUST PERFECT. (Alas those nicknames but you couldn't know that. Hell, I didn't know that those are my pet peeves.) I'LL TREASURE THIS FOREVER.

Oh I'm glad you liked it!!! Love the stream of consciousness feedback!

On nicknames: all nicknames? Baby? Doll? baby doll? (My thought was that once the cuffs go on, she is is Doll, so that's what he calls her, and baby is just a normal Term of Endearment, so... sometimes Baby Doll.) Do you want me to take them out for you?

Yes, you can put 'no shoes inside' in a rental agreement.

The leather cuffs are purely from my imagination, I don't actually know if they are a real thing. I will see if I can draw them up to give you a visual.

You are so welcome, the pleasure was all mine... well... Let's spread the pleasure around... shall we?

[yakuzacanons]

Hiii I'd like to request some hc of s/o being tanimura's co-worker on the same department but they are also dating (how that would affect work/the way he acts there/ if he hides it and tries to keep it professional or if he's very open about it/ bonus points if they share a couple kisses between missions 👀)

Thank youuu 🫶🫶

Tanimura more like tiney babey am I right, hehe. Anyways, of course, I love writing for my silly lil Tanimura, he deserves so much. Headcanons below da cut, thanks for your patience and have a good one sweet anon!

It's actually not super surprising to Tanimura that he ended up in a relationship with a coworker as most of his day IS occupied by his job. He doesn't really get a lot of downtime to go out and casually date, plus whatever downtime he has is usually spent resting up, so for him it works out great.

Tanimura would try to keep it professional and under wraps at first, but not because he's ashamed of the relationship. It's just because he knows the higher ups already think he's kind of a slacker and/or loose canon in some ways so he's just treading carefully for the sake of the both of you.

Once Tanimura gets the sense that he's in the clear and being completely open about it won't be detrimental to your career or his, it'll just be out in the open. He won't care who knows it. In fact he's a little proud if everyone knows it because he thinks you're just the best!

A relationship with a coworker will actually probably make Tanimura MORE inclined to work diligently, like showing up on time and completeing missions faster just so he can see you at the headquarters. Others might laugh a little and say "Ah look who's working so hard now that he's in love" but Tanimura pays them no mind. After all, it is kind of true. What can he say, happy Tanimura means a hard working Tanimura too.

The biggest affect workwise is the two of you will almost never get missions where you guys work together. It's not because they want to keep you separated but more so a liability. If shit hits the fan, they don't want to have a relationship on the line on top of everything else. This means the two of you mostly see each other at the office but during missions, you will be in separate places.

That doesn't stop Tanimura from texting you secretly while he's working though. Nothing too crazy as he doesn't want you to get in trouble but the occassional silly emoji or some random selfie. Also the type of guy to send a text saying something like "I saw these two crows in a tree at Children's Park, aren't they cute? That's us!"

Not one for PDA in the office but will totally steal a kiss real quick when no one is looking. The whole so-close-yet-so-far tension of being at work actually really excites him. If there's ever an office-wide meeting, he'll totally stand in the back and quietly hold your hand. Little cute and quiet things like that.

He won't admit it but if he ever hears your voice over the police scanner announcing that something is going on, he'll actually respond out loud to himself by saying something like "On it, sweetie" or "Duty calls, darling". He will NEVER actually admit to it though, even if other coworkers have caught him doing it.