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alxtiny · 8 months

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Game Night | Song Mingi x Reader

Synopsis: where mingi teaches you how to play valorant

Pairing: Song Mingi x gn!reader, domestic au

Genre: fluff, crack

Word count: 0.9k

Warnings: none

Notes: this one’s a little rushed but I hope y’all like it

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You glanced at the computer screen, a mixture of excitement and confusion swirling in your eyes as you stared at the colorful characters and fast-paced action of Valorant. Your boyfriend, Mingi, had been talking about this game for weeks, practically bubbling over with excitement every time a new update was released. Today, you had finally agreed to give it a try, even though you were more of a casual gamer yourself.

"Okay, so first things first," Mingi said, his deep voice full of enthusiasm as he scooted his chair closer to yours. "These are the different characters, or agents, you can choose from. Each has unique abilities."

You nodded, trying to absorb the information as he explained the basics of the game. But truth be told, you were feeling a little overwhelmed. The controls, the abilities, the maps – it was a lot to take in.

"Here, let's start with something simple," Mingi suggested, leaning over to adjust your hand on the mouse. "Move your character using the W, A, S, and D keys. Good. Now, try aiming your crosshair at that target over there. Left-click to shoot."

You followed his instructions, your shots going wide and missing the target completely. Mingi let out a chuckle, a warm sound that made you smile despite your embarrassment.

"I... I think at this rate I might end up shooting at our own teammates," you confessed, a sheepish smile tugging at your lips.

"Don't worry, it's totally normal to struggle at first," he reassured you. "Let me show you something."

Mingi's arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you gently into his lap. Your heart skipped a beat at the sudden proximity, feeling his warmth radiating against your back. He positioned his hands over yours on the mouse and keyboard, guiding your movements with a patience that amazed you.

"See? You're getting the hang of it," he said, his breath tickling your ear as he leaned in to offer guidance. "Now, let's try using one of your agent's abilities."

As he explained the unique abilities of your chosen agent, his deft fingers danced over the keyboard, demonstrating the combinations you needed to use. With each passing moment, you felt your confidence growing. Maybe this game wasn't so intimidating after all.

Time flew by as the two of you played round after round, the evening melted into the night, stars coming out and lighting the sky. You went from struggling to shoot a target to actually getting kills in the game. Mingi's encouragement and guidance were instrumental in your progress, and you were having a blast despite the occasional frustration.

Surprisingly, after a few more rounds, something incredible happened – you managed to beat Mingi in a one-on-one duel. Your character's shot hit him right on target, and the announcer declared you the winner.

You let out a triumphant cheer, unable to contain your excitement. Mingi sat there with a stunned expression, a mix of disbelief and a playful pout gracing his lips. He looked like a kicked puppy, and you couldn't help but burst into laughter at his reaction.

"Hey, no fair!" he protested, his pout deepening as he crossed his arms mockingly. "I've been playing this game for months, and you beat me in one night?"

You leaned over, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. "It's just beginner's luck, Mingi. Plus, I had an amazing teacher."

He let out a dramatic sigh, still maintaining the pout. "It took me so long to learn and be good at this game, and you just come along and steal my victory."

You grinned, cupping his cheeks and turning his face toward you. "Well, you know what they say about student surpassing the master, right?"

He huffed, but his pout was slowly turning into a smile. "Is that so?"

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his in a sweet, tender kiss. "Don't worry, Mingi. I might have beaten you in a game, but you're still the best teacher and the most amazing boyfriend."

His pout finally gave way to a smile, and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm hug. "You're too good for me, you know that?"

You laughed, nuzzling into his chest. "And you're too silly for words."

His smile widened, and a mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes. "Oh, is that so? Well, if I'm so silly…"

Before you could react, he started to tickle you mercilessly, his fingers floating over your sides and under your arms. Laughter erupted from your lips as you squirmed in his lap, trying to escape his playful onslaught.

"Okay, okay, I give up!" you gasped between giggles, breathless from the tickling.

Mingi finally relented, a triumphant grin on his face. "That's what I thought. No one can out-silly me."

You rolled your eyes affectionately, your heart full of warmth and love for this playful and wonderful man, as you snuggled deeper into his embrace.

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xhdream · 7 days

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LOSER(S)

06. yes, sir — 18+

pairing: youtuber!theo x fem!reader

synopsis: the charming guy running the youtube channel you enjoy watching mostly because of him and not the games he’s playing, moves in the apartment across from yours, and turns out to be the biggest asshole you’ve encountered in years

genre: smut w/ sprinkle of plot wc: 1927

chapter contains: foreplay, edging, marking, choking

a/n: please, keep in mind english is not my first language, i apologise in advance for any mistakes i’ve might missed

!! this is pure fiction for entertainment purposes

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It was fun until Taeyang’s phone started ringing from the nightstand.

You keep your fingers laced through his hair as he moves his tongue up your neckline while holding you on his lap. He allows himself to suck on some skin while you grip on the strands of hair tighter from the thrill of his mouth turning more greedy with each bite. The effects his grazing teeth have on your sensitive body feel so nice, especially after you haven't been intimate in two weeks, but you quickly snap out of it after remembering that you can’t show up marked at work tomorrow.

“Tae, slow down,” you mewl, but he’s unable to detach himself from your neck and you have to use some force. “I can’t go to work with bruises.”

“You’ll cover them up with makeup.” He simply says before aiming for a new bite.

“Are you telling me what to do?” You grip his jaw, staring at him challengingly.

The corners of his eyes crease as they twinkle with playful sparks, and you cannot help but grin, because they're enough to show the mood he's in today. However, your laughter quickly turns into a gasp after he swiftly lays you on your back.

“I am,” he states and places a kiss below your bra, “and you’re going to listen.” He locks eyes with yours while lowering his lips. Kiss after kiss, he travels down your stomach, letting his wet tongue roam around your bellybutton before pressing his lips against your skin again. “Say yes, doll.”

With two hands he lifts your hips up from the mattress. His fingers tease your panties, ready to drag them down any second now.

“Make me.” You dare him.

The unexpected sound of Taeyang’s alarm completely shatters the moment, and you let out a deep sigh from the interruption.

He moves on his knees to take his phone from the nightstand, and just by the frustrated look that suddenly glooms his face, you know you’re not going to finish what you started.

“Shit.” He jumps from the bed looking around the room. “Shit, I completely forgot I have to go live in five minutes.”

“You’re kidding.”

“I wish.” He puts on the hoodie he drags out from his wardrobe and hurries to his desk. “I’m doing a stream with Keeho.”

“Keeho?” Your brows jump in surprise. “As in Keeho the…”

“Yeah, that guy.”

“Oh, I’m a big fan of him actually.” You stand up, wanting to take a peek at his computer screen. “He’s a hottie.”

Taeyang removes your hands the moment you hang them from his shoulders.

“Put on some clothes and move. You can’t just stand behind me like that.”

“You don’t think your viewers will enjoy what they see?”

You tease him by taking a seat on his desk. Your bare legs dangle next to him playfully meanwhile his hands click on the keyboard in a rush to get the stream started.

“I think they will enjoy it too much.” He shoots you a quick glance which was a mistake.

The small freshly made bruise on your neck is exposed by your hair and steals his attention right away. He didn’t even realise that he would end up leaving a mark; he didn’t kiss your neck with the plan to do so. The only thing he knows is that he didn’t wanted to stop. Not from a desire to be possessive over you, but because he’s come to love having your taste on his tongue.

Although, now that he thinks about it, letting you walk out knowing he left a trace on your body doesn’t sound so bad.

“I think so too.” You agree, disappearing from his gaze.

You weren’t planning on getting on his nerves.

It sounds untrue - your entire friendship is built on you picking fights with each other. Playing cat and mouse.

But he told you to wait for the stream to end so you can continue from where you left off, however, waiting ended up being more difficult to achieve than expected.

You can’t just sit wet in you underwear and do nothing when he’s on the other side of the room. So close to reach…

You move on your knees, slowly and discreetly, to avoid being caught by the camera. The fact you know this is a bad idea makes you even more excited to settle under Taeyang’s desk. Your heart races with adrenaline as you get closer.

He gives you a signal with his fingers to go away, but you only smile mischievously while getting more comfortable between his legs. You spread out his thighs a little more, roaming around his crotch area while he’s in the middle of the game. Your hands slow down to ghost over his cock which has softened, but not for long.

Taeyang tries his best not to look down as you rub your palm against him. The moment you grip his cock he starts regretting the decision not to wear sweatpants over his boxers. The material of his calvin klein pair is barely doing anything to prevent the delight from your touch. In fact, it doesn’t prevent any of it at all. It starts flooding his body in waves, one after another, as you make the first squeeze on the sides of his semi hard on.

He got hard all over again embarrassingly fast.

“Ah, shit.” He scowls with eyes scanning different directions of the computer screen.

Whatever is happening during the game is definitely helping him out in covering up his emotions.

With time you got to know bits of Taeyang’s personality, and you’re aware of his good self control, hence why you know you should take things a step further if you want a proper reaction.

You lean closer and stick out your flat tongue, running it against his inner thigh in a warm wet stripe; a gentle long licking which eventually turns into a soft kiss that sends a new, but even stronger wave through his body.

Although he keeps his full attention on the stream, Taeyang still notices the tenderness of your mouth. You’ve never kissed him like this before.

You hear his deep sigh of resignation as you guide your lips up - in the direction of his shaft. The clicking sounds in the room suddenly stop for a moment, but your kisses continue, spreading from his balls to his stiff clothed length meanwhile your nails leave scratching marks on his skin. You think he’s giving up; that he’s finally about to do something, but you’re wrong - he resumes the conversation with Keeho, and the game, without acknowledging you.

Your fearless hand palms his erection once again. It’s so vivid, all compressed inside the tight fabric, leaking under your thumb. Occasionally you feel it moving in need to break out of the restraints.

“I’m not going to put up with this.” He tilts his head soon enough while staring at the screen, but he believes you’re aware that in reality he’s actually speaking to you.

With slow motions you massage the prominent shape, frustrating Taeyang’s mind and body at the same time. One tug at a time.

It’s like a reward for you when you see him pull the hoodie over his head. You can’t see it well from down here, but his face must be burning up, and he’s doing everything he can to hide it. His voice remains calm and collected though which only arouses you further.

You’re so immersed in the moment that you don’t realise when exactly he tells everyone that he’ll return in a second.

You haven’t seen his facial features so tense in a long time.

When Taeyang slides backwards into his gamer chair, taking off his headset, it’s like you’re experiencing a deja vu moment from your first confrontation few nights after he moved in the building. He looks just as irritated as he was back then with gaze cold as the breeze that was blowing outside the windows; the way he tries to control his temper is the same as well.

“Having fun?” His palms land on his bare thighs in anticipation as he waits for you to come out under the desk. “Come here,” he insists. A sharp curl of his lip follows. “You’re not planning to stay there forever, are you, sweetheart?”

“I want to have fun too,” you confess with a perky smile. The innocent tone sounds far from your real one and it forces a chuckle out of his lips - one that show his disbelief.

Nevertheless, you notice the way his tongue presses against the inner side of his cheek, and the way his eyes keep peeking at the computer screen which tells you his frustrations are not fading away soon.

“You out of all people should know that there’s a time and place for that.”

You slowly crawl to him and remain on your knees. Obedient, pretty position that has Taeyang wanting to drop everything and switch his attention on you, and only you. He gulps, watching you stay still, half-naked, like you’re waiting for a command, if only you were able to take one.

“I can be really quiet.” You keep pushing his buttons. “Let me show you.”

You look him daringly in the eye, and he responds with the same intense expression. You can’t pinpoint what’s the reason, but the mean spark in his stare excites you even more when his cock is so obviously hard. It has you wondering about the things he would do just to cum.

His upper body leans forward, erasing the distance between his face and yours.

“If you don’t get your pretty ass up and hide in the other room you will not be able to walk for a week straight.”

“Is that a threat?” You raise a brow.

Every time you provoke him by using his own words, Taeyang feels the urge to tie you up and wipe off that confident glow on your face that turns him on like crazy.

Instead of acknowledging your question, he grabs your throat, firmly, but with a subtle gentleness that he often shows to the rest of your body too.

“Got it?”

“Yes, sir.” You mewl, looking with satisfaction the surprise that appears on his face once you speak out the words.

You’ve never called him that, not in a serious sexual manner, nor in a playful one. The seductive tone in addition to the unfamiliar nickname transforms his appearance from irritated and tense to purely thunderstruck.

“Go.” He says after clearing his throat.

He watches blown away how you walk towards the door in your erotic lingerie, and sighs once again. His brain feels fuzzy, almost empty and laggy every time he attempts to regain focus on what he’s supposed to be doing. Ignoring his erected cock that’s begging through the wet patch, he joins the stream and apologises for the minor inconvenience.

As he dives back into the game a ring from a notification distracts his gaze. He thought it’s coming from his phone, but turns out it’s from yours, because he doesn’t have anyone named Jiung in his contacts. He didn’t even notice that you left it on his desk right next to his keyboard.

It wasn’t his intention…

The message wasn’t meant for anyone else but you. However, his eyes were too quick; quicker than his rationality. He read it before he even got the chance to realise that wasn’t his own phone.

Want to grab dinner tonight?

I can pick you up at 8.

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thatfeelinwhenyou · 9 months

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KINDRED — 11

It’s your final year of highschool, and your only goal is to graduate top of your cohort, as usual. Except as student council president, your advisor can’t seem to leave you alone. What happens when you take Decelis Academy’s top student, their star athlete and put them in front of a camera?

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❥･• episode 11 — someone like me

Your fingers fumble awkwardly across the keyboard, pretending to craft messages for Jungwon. Though the conversation had concluded a while ago when he ventured off to hunt for a comic to occupy his next half-hour, you continued typing, feigning busyness on your phone to conceal the fact that you actually did not have a single clue how to act in front of all the cameras aimed at you. You curse Jungwon under your breath once more, silently wishing he’d materialise out of thin air to rescue you from the watchful eyes of not just the film crew but also the oblivious students populating the library.

In the ensuing minutes, a creepy awareness settles in as you notice the cameraman slowly edging closer behind you, aiming to capture your phone’s screen. Panicking, you spring up from your seat, and the chair scrapes harshly against the concrete floor, the jarring noise drawing the disturbed gaze of numerous students in the room. In that stifling moment, for the first time, you feel trapped within the four walls of the library, and you yearn for a breath of fresh air. Under the guise of needing a restroom break, you slip away. Producer Choi seems calm as she calls for a break before the next round of shooting begins.

Outside the library doors, you finally feel like you can breathe. The constant sensation of somebody watching your every move remains an unnerving feeling you’ll never grow accustomed to. Despite the ceaseless reminders to act naturally and behave like you always do, you can’t help but adopt a carefully curated persona, showcasing facets of yourself you didn’t even know existed.

Perhaps Jungwon has a point: you are, in fact, a people-pleaser. Somewhere within, you acknowledge the truth of his observation. The unending urge to fulfil expectations, the lingering dread of letting someone down, even if that person is a mere acquaintance—these sentiments reside within you, and you’d be delusional if you said you didn’t see them. You just, as usual, have too big of an ego to acknowledge it publicly.

Leaning against the rugged building's wall, you find yourself completely lost in the depths of your own thoughts, oblivious to the passage of time. Jungwon had returned to his seat mere minutes ago, his face etched with frustration due to the relentless prodding of the film crew, who incessantly insisted that he find you so the two of you could head off for his training session. It had sent him to the brink of madness, to say the least. Your phone buzzes insistently, but you pay it no mind, mentally willing for the seconds to pass by quicker.

In this fleeting moment of clarity, you become acutely aware of the judgmental gazes of students passing by, yet strangely, you couldn't care less. Park Y/N, perpetually burdened by concerns about how she's perceived, surprises herself by not putting up her customary façade—the studious nerd that everyone has grown accustomed to.

"Nerd! Is that you, looking all melancholic outside the library? What a shocker! Shouldn't you be frolicking in some science fiction book by now?" A group of familiar faces emerges, and you desperately wish they weren't advancing toward you at this moment.

If Chanelle were here, she would probably be unabashedly hissing at them, doing everything in her power to dissuade them from being remotely near you. But she's nowhere in sight, leaving Hana and her two lackeys striding purposefully toward you, their expressions bearing a mocking demeanour that suggests they have no intention of letting you off easily today.

"What do you want, Hana? I'm not in the mood to play your games today." You can't help but wish your words hadn't come off so irritated, for as soon as Hana's expression shifts, a tsunami of regret crashes over you.

"Poor Y/N, had a disagreement with your boyfriend?" You know she's referring to Jungwon; Hana's heart has always been ensnared by him, even if it's a one-sided infatuation. It's never bothered her that she can't have him because, quite frankly, nobody can.

So, when the entire campus discovered that Yang Jungwon was running around with you instead of his usual Taekwondo pursuits, imagine the green-eyed jealousy and envy that gripped Hana's heart. You somehow managed to capture his attention before she did, and you two were even sworn enemies at one point.

You can't quite explain what's come over you, but judging from your aura, it's clear you ain’t having it today. It's likely the reason why you couldn't care less about what Hana, her entourage, or the passing students might be thinking about you at this very moment. Perhaps it's also the source of the sudden surge of confidence that compels you to provoke her—something you probably shouldn't have done.

"Why do you ask? Could it be that you're jealous, Hana? Envious of me? I never thought I'd live to see the day." You let out a mocking laugh, partly savouring the myriad of expressions you've elicited from them. You've never challenged her authority before, no one else has dared to. So, when those audacious words escape your lips, it leaves Hana utterly dumbfounded. Not to mention furious.

"What did you say to me?" Hana seethes, pressing you firmly against the wall, her face contorting into expressions you've never witnessed before.

You must have genuinely enraged her, and oddly enough, you find a twisted satisfaction in witnessing how your defiance is affecting her. It's a stark reminder of how people can don masks of pretentiousness and cruelty just to feel a modicum of superiority over others. At the end of the day, those masks crumble with just a gentle push, much like how you find your own defences slipping around Jungwon when he manages to irritate you, if only a little.

"You heard what I said. Besides, Jungwon would never be interested in someone like you," you retort, your voice unwavering, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Oh? So you think Jungwon prefers someone like you?" Hana chuckles, and her two loyal followers join in with rehearsed disdain as if they had practised this very moment. What did she mean by someone like you? What could possibly be wrong with someone like you? Unlike Hana, you definitely weren’t a raging, jealous bitch. So why can’t Jungwon like you? Not that you’d want him to.

"Y/N, you're just like your mother," Hana continues, her smirk unwavering, her intense gaze never leaving you. Her words cut deep, leaving a gaping wound in your chest. "And eventually, Jungwon will leave you too, just like your daddy did."

The taunt hangs heavy in the air, and you struggle to maintain your composure in the face of such a personal attack. Growing up without a father figure never bothered you, but what does is the fact that she’s right. He left because of the controlling and suffocating grip your mother held over him—the very woman who raised you, moulding you with her unyielding methods and ideals. Now, you're an exact replica of the woman who tore your family apart.

Despite it all, you've never blamed your mother. Your father, in the end, proved to be a coward who couldn't stand up for you. And while you and your mother didn't always see eye to eye, she single-handedly raised you. As stubborn as she may be, your mother genuinely cares for and loves you.

As you grapple with these thoughts, you're unaware of the rivulets of tears streaming down your face, staining your cheeks. Hana, observing your emotional turmoil, sneers at your vulnerability. It's a stark reminder that, no matter how confidently you project yourself, she can shatter your façade with a single-cutting remark.

“That was a low blow, Hana.” Your body tenses at the familiar voice sounding out not too far away. In this moment, you fervently wish it weren't who you suspect it to be. Hana's eyes widen, and her expression instantly morphs into one of complete horror, her gaze locked onto the boy for whom she harboured her one-sided feelings.

Jungwon stands there, his presence commanding and enigmatic as always, his eyes locked on the unfolding drama. He's dressed casually, but there's an undeniable aura of strength and charisma that surrounds him. His brows furrow slightly as he takes in the scene, a hint of concern flickering in his gaze.

Hana, recovering from her initial shock, stammers for a moment, unable to form coherent words. She's caught off guard, her usual confidence crumbling in the face of Jungwon's unexpected appearance.

The tension in the air is palpable as the three of you share this awkward, charged moment. You can't help but wonder how Jungwon will react to this spectacle, and deep down, you're dreading what his response might be.

"Jungwon! I didn't see you there," Hana's voice suddenly rises a couple of octaves, her tone shifting from devilish to sweet in the blink of an eye as she addresses the boy she's been not so secretly pining for. Her personality undergoes a complete transformation with Jungwon's sudden appearance, leaving you incredulous. It's as if she's a completely different person now that he's in the picture. You can't help but scoff at the sheer audacity of the girl, barely holding back a cynical laugh. How can someone be so shamelessly two-faced?

Jungwon's voice cuts through the tension, his tone firm and unwavering, his eyes never leaving yours. "Cut the bullshit and leave her alone."

The words hang in the air, loaded with a protective intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. Hana, clearly taken aback by his sternness, stammers for a moment, searching for an excuse or a way out of this uncomfortable situation. She finally mumbles something about needing to go and hurries away, leaving you and Jungwon alone.

"Park, you okay there?" Jungwon's voice is gentle, tinged with apprehension as he approaches you. You sneak a glance at him, your heart pounding against your chest as you silently curse the universe for allowing him to witness you in such a vulnerable position—one you've been painstakingly trying to conceal from him.

"She's gone now, in case you're wondering; I made sure of it–"

"Go away," you reply, your voice unexpectedly firm, surprising both Jungwon and yourself. You knew he was only trying to help, but deep down, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of anger that you needed his assistance at all. You despise this sense of helplessness, constantly being at the mercy of Yang Jungwon. Perhaps it's one of the many traits of your mother that has rubbed off on you—the absolute refusal to let anyone see your weaknesses.

"That's not a very nice thing to say to someone who just offered their help."

"I didn't ask for your help." You finally lift your gaze to meet his, only to discover that the entire production crew is standing behind him, their intrusive cameras pointed directly at your tear-stained face. You're left momentarily speechless. Revealing your vulnerability to Jungwon is one thing, but being exposed on national television? It must be a joke.

The realisation dawns on you like a sledgehammer. Panic courses through your veins, and you feel the eyes of the crew behind Jungwon burning into your soul. The tears that had welled up in your eyes now feel like an ocean threatening to spill over, but you're determined to regain your composure.

Jungwon seems taken aback by the sudden intrusion of the cameras and the crew, his expression shifting from concern to a mix of surprise and frustration. He glances over his shoulder at the crew, who seem to be waiting for something, and then back at you.

In an instant, he gracefully crouches beside you, his imposing figure acting as an impenetrable shield, blocking you from the invasive cameras. His fingers deftly move to cover the microphone discreetly affixed to his school uniform as he leans in to speak, his voice a gentle whisper that barely reaches your ears.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I had no idea they were following me."

The softness in his tone momentarily stuns you, causing you to question whether the person before you is truly the Yang Jungwon you thought you knew. It's a contemplative moment that makes you wonder if you've ever really known him beyond the surface. For far too long, you've held onto a deep-seated negative sentiment toward him, rooted in an incident that occurred several semesters ago. Now, faced with his unexpected act of protection, you're left pondering whether there might be more to Jungwon than the one-dimensional image you've held in your mind.

You take a deep breath, your emotions are still raw and tangled, but you muster the strength to speak. "It's not your fault, Jungwon. Thank you.”

He offers a small, understanding smile, and you can't help but be struck by how his presence has a calming effect on you, even in the midst of this unexpected and uncomfortable situation. "Let's get out of here," Jungwon suggests, extending a hand to help you up and you accept his gesture.

“I’m also twenty minutes late for training. Coach is definitely going to kick my ass.” Right, you were supposed to sit in for his training today. Not wanting to delay him any longer, you quickly rise to your feet with the help of Jungwon. In an instant, you transform back into the unbothered, confident Park Y/N that everybody knows, gesturing for Jungwon to lead the way to the gym.

Jungwon, though undoubtedly aware of the sudden shift in your demeanour, chooses not to comment on it. Unlike him, you wear your heart on your sleeve, and it didn’t take him more than a couple days to gain an understanding of your complex nature.

As you follow closely behind Jungwon with the rest of the crew trailing behind you, you can't help but wonder how this moment might change your relationship with Jungwon now that your vulnerabilities have been laid bare for the world to see.

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goddess-evelle · 1 year

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You beat the game while (V)

You get spanked every time you die.

Warnings: Slaps, Mean Boyfriends tbh, masochist reader, Sadist boyfriends.

A/N: I wrote this quickly. So, sorry in advance.

Ya’ll already know how this goes, I ain’t even gonna explain how you got here but here you are. Shaky hands on the keyboard as you feel 3 pairs of eyes staring at your character’s every move. You start softly doing the usual, collecting wood, starting with a few wood items. You attempt to go on a cave even if you are internally scared you don’t want your boyfriends to know that. Specially after they were laughing about how you wouldn’t be able to last 5 minutes in the game. So, you swallow how scared you are to lose and you go into a cave, everything going absolutely fine. You upgrade to an amazing iron pick and even find a few diamonds as the first 30 minutes on the game going absolutely wonderful. That’s when things go wrong because here you are with the last of your torches that you made with the last of your wood, while you are not super deep into the cave; you KNOW it’s already night time because Minecraft hates you. SO there you are making your way out, and out of the corner of your eye you see this cute little skeleton just aiming towards you; with barely a second you are able to avoid his arrow, but not without taking a considerable amount of damage from the fall to avoid the arrow. Here you are RUNNING for you life when this little fucking baby zombie comes to kill you! A lot of “You lost!” And “AHHHH” pound agaisnt the walls of the room as you look defeated at the red screen. The boys waste no time telling you to stand up and lay face down on the bed. You do as your told rising your (Sapnap’s) shirt enough to reveal your pretty red lace panties to your boyfriends eyes. You hear one of the groan as the other starts massaging your ass. Just preparing you quickly for how much they are about to fuck up your ass.

“You ready baby?” You think George asks beside you; just as you are about to give a snarky response you feel a hand land on your cheek. The sound resonates in the room as a sharp pain shoots its way in your ass the same shape of the hand that delivered the punishment. A yelp leaving your lips as you feel the affected zone heat up. You almost move your hand back to try and appease the pain, but a rough hand takes the place as it starts massaging the hurt skin a little too roughly for it to be helpful. You feel movement around yoou as Sapnap stands now directly in front of you ass. He wastes no time delivering his slap into your ass. Of course he is not nice enough to go to the other cheek instead he hits you exactly where Dream did so that you can relive the painful experience. Your eyes well up with tears as the pain become increasingly hurtful. They redo the same rough massage before George starts behind you. He bends down to run his tongue over the red handprint of on your ass, his cool saliva giving a nice feeling that has you moaning at the feel, but it only lasts a few second before he delivers his slap on your other cheek, even with the soft gesture at the beginning he delivers a painful smack to your ass. Tears are now flowing down your face as you attempt to get out of the bed to continue the game. You make a poor try to play while not sitting down on the gaming chair as you continue the game, and of course it is night time. With no weapons and the burning on your ass you are already at 4 hearts. Dream being the darling he is moves his hands to your shoulders starting to give you a massage that would normally be suspicious, but your ass burns too much to realize his true intentions. He gives a kiss to the top of your head and then you feel him push your shoulders down until you are forced to sit down completely on the chair. A loud scream rips through your lips as you feel the tender skin of your ass almost stick to the leather of the chair. Your focus leaving completely as your character dies. You start crying silently knowing that they will not hold back. You are moved to the bed and pushed around until you are only on your pretty red panties.

“Look at you matching your panties with these pretty hand prints” Dream moans into your shoulder as his hand moves to rub your clit. Your mind almost numb as you feel George sucking on your tits, and Sapnap moving down to start eating you out. Your legs closing around Dreams hand until Sapnap pushed your thighs open. Almost as if it was rehearsed Dream lands a perfect slap to your clit making your stomach turn at the painful pleasure that runs through your veins.

“Come on baby you still got two more. I bet you can cum just by slapping your pretty little clit” George’s thick accent makes it’s presences letting you know you are going to ENJOY this night.

#dream team x reader #sapnap smut #dream team #sapnap x reader #dreamwastaken smut #georgenotfound smut #dream smut #dream team smut #dream x reader #georgenotfound x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #george smut #sapnap x reader smut #dream x you #dream smp smut #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #sapnap x y/n #sapnap

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morporkian-cryptid · 4 months

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Hey, y’all wanna see some more Very Inadvisable Gun Practices by Daisuke “Supposedly The Best Gunman In The World” Jigen,

the same absolute madman who brought us timeless classics like “shooting over your shoulder with the hammer right next to your ear”, “shoving a loaded gun into your waistband”, "twirling a loaded gun by the trigger guard", and of course “using the wrong ammo for so long that your gun just blows up into pieces and buries itself into some guy’s chest”?

-cracks knuckles-

Suppose you are stranded in the Middle Ages (thanks Mamou); Middle Ages People have stolen your gun and used up all the bullets, before kindly returning the now useless gun to you. Do you:

Use your gun to bash people on the head

Acquire a crossbow or perhaps a slingshot

Forge new bullets out of some random metal you melted over a campfire and poured into a hole in a block of wood, then shove them into your used bullet cases, presumably with some gunpowder that you just found somewhere

WHY, OPTION C OF FUCKING COURSE!

I sent these pictures to J (@whosayscrimedoesntpay), my Friend Who Knows Guns™, and he was kind enough to give me a detailed run-down of what exactly is wrong with Jigen. I will now hand the keyboard over to him, so he can explain why, in his own words, “there’s… so much wrong here… so much…”

What the fuck is that metal? Why are you able to melt it over a normal fire?? Why doesn’t the powder flash deform it if that’s the case?

How did you just… find a bullet-shaped hole?? Did you make it?? How did you do that so it was the right size and shape? The wood grain would affect the aerodynamics!

Pouring water on it is just a questionable idea in terms of physics. It could cool weird and possibly deform, if not have water trapped in it.

WHY DOES HE HAVE NO BULLETS, BUT SPARE BULLET CASINGS? [NB: the answer is that he had the spent cases from already fired bullets, which sent J into even more hysterics]

SAME FOR THE POWDER [NB from your local Japan History Nerd™: this movie takes place in the early 1500; firearms were introduced to Japan in 1300 so it’s not completely impossible that Jigen would have acquired some, but then again the villagers there were very clearly established to Not Have Firearms, so…]

Is he… hammering it?? Into the case?? With a rough object?? Risking deforming the bullet?? See point 2 for my point about aerodynamics.

If he doesn’t have spare cases and he’s just using old ones that he’s spent already, no he’s not. THAT’S NOT HOW THAT WORKS.

Expanding on point 7: the whole way a bullet works is the hammer hits the base of the case, either on the rim (the flared bit) or on the center (no flare on those so these are likely rimfire, unless the animators don’t know that either) [NB: .357 Magnum bullets have a flare on the base, so yes the animators did indeed get that wrong.]

That silver bit in the middle of the base houses the “primer”, which is the thing that initially causes the heat/spark that sets off the powder. Depending on if your gun/ammo is rimfire or centrefire, the pin will either strike the rim or the center. On the picture of the spent case (on the right) you can see a dent in the little silver bit.

If they’re spent, you can’t just reuse the exact same case. The primer in the rim/center is spent. You can’t replace that.

Well, technically you can reuse centrefire cases, but you have to replace the bullet (which Jigen did, very badly), the powder (did he?? We didn’t see him do it) and the primer (same here). In the end, the only problem Jigen had with these bullets in the movie is that the aim was very bad, even though the fact that his gun even fires at all goes against the laws of physics.

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TL;DR: Jigen is once again defying both science and gun logic. According to J, it basically boils down to “even if the metal is suitable (which it isn’t) and the bullet is made correctly (which it isn’t) and he just… has gunpowder up his ass, he STILL needs a new primer”.

Thank you for tuning in to this new installment of “Daisuke Jigen should not, in fact, be trusted with a gun”!

#lupin iii #daisuke jigen #lupin iii : elusiveness of the fog #the hobbit rambles #elliott's nerd corner #i need a proper tag for these posts #gun trivia

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0m3g45n1p3r4lph4 · 5 months

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Whats the deal with Bionicle Heroes (Wii)?

Okay so everyone here knows Bionicle Heroes, probably by either the GameCube or Playstation 2 releases. Maybe even the Xbox release (of which all 3 are pretty much just ports with the input graphics changed) or the PC version (mouse and keyboard controls being the most drastic difference). It's many people's favorite (or at least most nostalgic) Bionicle game, competing with or right after Mata Nui Online Game.

The game itself is already quite repetitive - if you're the type to go for 100% completion, you're gonna be hearing the Hero Mode song A LOT. Even the DS version makes better use of unique mechanics by having Hahli use her Kanohi Elda to detect secrets, but that's a different tangent.

When I learned there was a Wii Version I was so excited to play what could very well be the Best version. To preface, I know a lot of people have a stigma against motion controls, but I've always found that the Metroid Prime Trilogy works so excellently with a Wii Remote and Nunchuck in ways that no other control scheme can match! Movement with an analog stick is more precise and comfortable than keys, and aiming with an analog stick is always wonky and imprecise. Mouse is okay, but Prime's pointer controls make those games really slick - just point where you wanna shoot, you can adjust the zones on the edges of the screen for turning your view, I really like it. I play on a close approximation of that style on Prime Remastered, but Joycons even have Gyro Drift so it doesn't always feel great.

So I go into this expecting similar - to be able to point at anywhere on screen and shoot at that. To point at an enemy and have the targeting lasers aim right at them.

Nope. Targeting is locked to the center of the screen.

Despite constantly having your pointer visible, THE ONLY INTERACTION IT HAS WITH THE GAME IS TO ROTATE THE CAMERA. You can't point at anything. Only moving the cursor towards the edges of the screen to turn your view, and whatever is closest to the center of the screen becomes your target.

You can't even adjust these zones.

Prime Trilogy showed me how WiimoteNunchuck can be one of the best control schemes, but I underestimated how it can also be one of the worst. What's the point of having a pointer if you're just gonna treat it as an analog stick????????

Not to mention it's clearly a rushed port of the GameCube release, including any prerendered cutscenes being much more compressed (though including new dialogue in the opener?) and even some missing textures revealing open skybox (luckily just minor stuff).

Like sure, I've got my gripes with every version of Heroes (the dumbing down of the most intense part of the story thus far, turning the Piraka into bumbling fools, you could at least make them intimidating in the part where BALTA TALKS ABOUT HOW INTIMIDATING THEY ARE CMON) but the control scheme makes the Wii version easily the worst. All the DS hand cramps are at least balanced out by the unique content, rahi variety (THEY HAVE FROST BEETLES), etc.

At least it's still got the good soundtrack.

#bionicle #bionicle heroes #nintendo wii #yeah that's basically the issue #every other complaint I could make is one that applies to mostly every other version #but I could never complain about the soundtrack as a whole

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robloxstruggles · 8 months

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royale high blackwood manor (shooter minigame) tips

hi everyone, idk how much the Greater Royale High Community (tm) knows this stuff or how much people have figured it out, but i know a few friends haven't so im making a guide full of tips some of my friends have found useful.

blackwood manor is, with a little aim, EASILY the fastest way to farm candy (and for me the most fun). i've written this guide assuming that the player doesn't have much experience with the shooter genre at all just so i can cover all my bases.

THIS IS NOT A CANDIES GUIDE. it's a gameplay guide + analysis that may result in you getting more candies. all screenshots in this guide were taken on graphics setting 9.

this post includes:

what i consider the best FPS setup

how to see

some thoughts i have about how projectiles/enemies work

cosmetic tips

a tl;dr because it's too long

LASTLY, A DISCLAIMER: this is helpful for ME!!!!! if you have another system that works for you, feel free to share! this is not an attack on how anyone else plays the game or a presumption that i am the best royale high blackwood manor gamer, it's just a bunch of things i've found that my friends think is helpful.

how to play as an FPS the easiest way + visibility tips

DON'T PLAY ON MOBILE. i mean someone out there is gonna prove me wrong by being awesome at this game on mobile but i've heard nothing but complaints from mobile users playing this game. i have no clue how it handles on xbox. i play on PC with mouse and keyboard because it's how i play most shooters.

royale high has the shift button mapped to sprint, so playing as a TPS, you'll be right clicking and dragging a lot *or* toggling shiftlock all the time. FPS is the way to go.

when you zoom in, you may be met with your gun blocking your screen like this:

the surest way i've found to get rid of this is to use the "ninja" or "crawl" walkpack. it's under animations -> walk packs. if you're unfamiliar with RH, note that you have to jump or walk to reset the walk pack. here's the FPS view for ninja, then crawl, both idle and when fighting at a standstill:

the main benefit to using crawl is that the gun is basically never visible, even when running and shooting, because it's below the HUD. this means you're never gonna have it blocking your vision. but when you look down, you're gonna see your RH nickname, since it's in front of your first person view sometimes. you can get rid of that by resetting your RH nickname to display your normal roblox display name, but the RH nickname is such a big social part of RH that idk if that's a benefit unless you really, REALLY can't handle seeing the gun shake.

that said, with ninja equipped, your gun WILL be in view when running and not shooting... so it depends on your preferences.

(i also suspect that you may have slightly less range with crawl. but i also suspect that is not actually an advantage in this minigame. more on that later.)

the elder animation is also pretty solid, but the takes up a lot of the screen when shooting. here's that for comparison.

lighting tips

now you have to worry about seeing. it could be my monitor settings, but i see better WITHOUT the night vision goggles. (you can turn them off if you have them equipped in case you want them just for the looks.)

when i first wrote this i swore by the headlamp - but i turned my graphics settings down and noticed the effectiveness of the headlamp entirely depends on your graphics settings. to summarize:

on settings 1 and 2, it's so muted i can only tell it does something looking at my avatar. it hardly projects onto the environment at all.

on 3, its brightness is slightly more noticeable, but still pretty terrible.

on 4 and above, the spotlight is much clearer and it has a noticeable effect on the environment around it.

luckily, there's another way to make the environment glow that's fairly effective at all graphics settings: items designed to emit a nondirectional glow. this includes things like candles, lanterns, etc. a lot of wings i thought would do this don't; dewdrop mist does for some reason but it only helps a little. the items i listed will be the most effective, and they're best with the light source set to white. this will largely just help you with your immediate surroundings (i.e. running into a wall) but it does help. on graphics settings 1 thru 3, this is your most powerful option.

if you don't have any, there's a new item this royaloween that emits a good glow: the pumpkin wand. equip this and change the colors however you want, but make the light itself white. if you don't have the item, google a guide for royaloween 2023 chests and it'll be in there.

two warnings: 1) it'll look in third person mode on your avatar that stacking tons of glowing items adds more glow, but in first person mode i don't know if they help much. 2) not every item that has a bloom glow effect will emit an actual light source anywhere near your avatar.

top: just the headlamp. middle: headlamp + Nightmare Cavern Lantern item. bottom: headlamp + Nightmare Cavern Lantern + Pumpkin Wand.

the game is always gonna be super dark appearance-wise, which is actually one of my least favorite things in a shooter. most of my navigation is done by just knowing the map, which is kinda unfortunate.

some combat thoughts i've had

the game is definitely designed to encourage you to seek out the ghosts. they can lose you by moving through walls, but they move at roughly your own walking pace. and while you can't go through walls, your bullets can. this means when they go through a wall, you can sprint to find them in a reasonable time frame, all while shooting at them.

your gun shoots a projectile which travels a short distance in front of you in an arc. i THINK the projectile is actually dealing damage to the ghosts, because shooting something out of range will miss if the projectile goes below it but your cursor is on the ghost. it also feels like the damage isn't dealt until the projectile lands on the ghost, so there's no invisible instantaneous damage arc.

this means you can arc your shots by firing them higher. if you haven't played a game where this is important, this means taking advantage of how the arc from the gun is shaped. if you aim slightly higher than the target, you can hit a target further away. if you've played a game with a bow and arrow, like botw/totk, you've probably done this. the same thing applies to this game.

that would be really useful, BUT!!! the ghost-sucking mechanic also encourages you to follow them. it can be REALLY tempting to stand around getting arc-snipes on the ghosts, but that means when it's time to capture them, you're across the map from them fighting your way thru dark walls trying to close the distance and someone else will get the ghost! you'll still collect candies for shooting the ghost, but you can collect even more if you suck them. plus, the timer means for some ghosts, you REALLY won't capture them alone unless you start immediately.

so when is arcing shots useful? simple: the biggest ghosts. the ghosts all hover about the same distance from the ground, and the ghosts with the highest XP are the tallest. these ghosts are going to attract a lot of players. if you want to get the most candy out of them, you NEED to be pumping damage into them. so if you can't pursue it and maneuver thru the map at the same time, it can be beneficial to hang back and aim at it from far away, THEN close the distance once it's almost time to capture it.

i think this is clever not only because "big ghost = more HP" makes a lot of sense if you've literally ever played a game before, but because their height encourages players to arc their shots anyways. the highest HP ghosts are the easiest to aim at from a distance. the tall skinny ones take a little more aim, but they're still easier to hit at a distance not just from the bigger hitbox, but because it encourages you to aim in a way that maximizes your range. pretty cool, huh?

just remember, if you've never played a shooter before: at range you need to aim ahead of the target with slower projectiles like the ones in this game.

also: the distance your gun travels is DEFINITELY dependent on how high it is from the ground. your range feels like it's HALVED when using crawl compared to ninja. this means the ideal way to play the game seems to be to equip super high heels and then use an animation that keeps the gun away from your vision.

cosmetic tips

save an outfit with the goggles and/or headlamp and you'll be able to use them year-round. i've been using the goggles all year this way. here i am wearing an outfit in royale high with them. second pic is to show you that the headlamp still works!

you can change the colors of the headlamp and night vision goggles. the night vision goggles even support patterns on the metal part. adding a pattern to the glowing eyes will make them stop glowing.

the headlamp will equip an average color if you try to use a pattern with the band. using a pattern or a dark color will cause the glow effect on the item to stop working, but the light emitted to the environment doesn't appear to depend on the color you select for the headlamp at all. ugly combination of the two for demonstration:

if the headlamp doesn't go with your outfit, the skull crown layers really fantastically over it. it'll look like the skull is glowing.

and, of course, combining that with the ability to change the colors of the lamp/goggles, you basically get custom glowing skull this way:

my favorite combination for the night vis goggles is the breathe me mask. this is a super unpopular outfit item, but it works really well with the halloween gear. when it glows, it blocks the bulkiness of both items and only the lights show through. equipping a dark color or pattern will let all the details show through. both effects are super cool for a sci fi vibe.

but honestly, i will put these goggles over ANYTHING.

in conclusion:

FPS is the best way to play the minigame. it gives you the most aim control while moving. if RH could map sprint to anything else TPS might be viable. but right now it's not. to play FPS, make sure you've got an animation equipped where the gun isn't in your face.

SAVE AN OUTFIT WITH THE EVENT ITEMS SO YOU CAN USE THEM ALL YEAR. THEY ARE FREE and if you play sunset they are SUPER HELPFUL IN SPACE/SCI FI THEMES.

equip a glowing item with white light to help you see.

happy hunting!

#royale high #roblox #yes i have a life no i dont believe it either

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poohbea · 2 years

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𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃, 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓.

ken ryuguji /draken | smut, fluff, angst | gang leader!au

wordcount: 4.3k

content: pwp??, domish!draken, fem!reader, mentions of guns and death, high school sweethearts, pet names (sweetheart, baby girl, etc.), y'all tryna get fucked against a wall?, squirting, cum swallowing, unprotected sex (use protection kids), cock drunk reader, draken being a tease, a bit of a complicated relationship with history

― synopsis: the last thing you’d expect during a bank robbery is to have them somehow recognise you and immediately run. it’s impossible right? two weeks later you find out why.

note from pooh: tell me why the hell i had to make 6 different versions of this before actually getting it right?? i literally went through so many ideas for this it was so frustrating. BUT i figured it out, so here we are. this very lowkey pwp, if it's a bit choppy that's why - this post is making me very anxious not gonna lie. NO IM NOT DOING A PART 2

WARNING: this is smut, so please ensure you have your age visible on your account before interacting. Minors (below 18+), ageless and blank blogs will be BLOCKED

Hope you enjoy ♡ reblogs are greatly appreciated

They came through the spinning doors of the bank. “Nobody fucking move.” Four men clad in black shoved the patrons in line into a corner, guns raised, faces covered.

You stood stagnant, behind the counter, terrified and unsure of what to do as the situation unfolded before you. Cries could be heard from the entryway where they had your security officer pinned against the wall, the nozzle of an assault riffle buried into his neck as they snatched his gun from its waistband. It was only when you were staring down the barrel of one yourself that you finally snapped out of your daze.

“I said hands up!” The faceless man barks, gesturing to your trembling fingers hovering over the panic button beneath your desk. When you failed to move he made his way over the countertop, forcing you to cower back. “I’m not going to tell you again bitch! Move!”

His fingers tangled in your hair, dragging you around to join the other hostages on the floor. As he shoves you down your lanyard holding your ID comes free from your neck, clattering onto the floor. His partner beside him picks it up before turning it over in his hand.

“Oh fuck.” You watch his eyes grow wide, reading your name over and over again as panicked gaze rallies between you and your ID.

The one that previously had his hands in your hair shoots him a confused look, still aiming a gun at your head. “What is it?” With shaky hands his accomplice shows him the lanyard and his demeanour changes dramatically. “Shit.” He says. “Shit, shit, shit. Tell them to pack up their shit, we need to leave.”

As soon as they came they were leaving, bags and weapons slung over their shoulders, practically running into the street. The man above you studied your face for a few seconds before dropping your ID card at your feet, racing to join his aid outside.

Two weeks later that memory still plagues your mind.

Your fingers stutter over your keyboard, focus long gone from your resignation letter. Those masked faces haunted your thoughts daily. You replayed the scene over and over, conjuring any and every outcome that could’ve occurred. You could’ve died, shot point blank in front of a dozen people. Watching the light fade from the morning sun as you fell to the floor in a pool of your own blood or would it have been instant? Would anyone have cared? An ordinary bank teller shot dead, collateral damage in the grand scheme of things.

With a sigh you run a hand through your hair, mind going numb the more you thought about it. None of it actually made sense. Why would they just up and leave after going through all that trouble? Your eyes land on your ID card on the coffee table. You spent hours staring at it when you finally managed to get home. Turning it over, scanning over the simple font of your name, studying your features in your tiny ID picture. The small piece of plastic was undoubtedly your savour. But you couldn’t understand why?

Before you went down the rabbit hole of your mind again there was a soft buzz in your pocket. Confusion replaced worry as you watched an unknown number flash on your screen, out of habit you declined the call, not wanting to engage in pointless telemarketing conversation. Then your phone buzzed again. “What the hell?” You frowned, seeing the same number appear. Twice? That’s new.

Curiously you answered, bringing the device to your ear. “Hello?”

“Long time no speak, sweetheart.” Familiarity washed over you as a deep voice sounded on the other end. There was only one person on this earth that called you that.

“Draken?” To say you were surprised to hear his voice was an understatement. It had been just shy of four years since you last heard his voice, since leaving high school.

“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten my voice already, y/n.” You could hear him smiling over the phone, his tone making your heart pound.

“I don’t think I could forget you even if I tried.” The words came out hushed as you grew shy suddenly, but his soft chuckle told you he heard you loud and clear.

You never forget your first love. For all of high school that’s what Draken was to you. You had never felt that way about someone before, loved and cared for someone so deeply that they were the first and last thing on your mind everyday. He made you feel like the only girl in the world, you were his and he was yours, that was the connection you shared. Then high school ended and so did your fantasy.

He became consumed in a world you couldn’t be a part of. Surrounded by people who only fueled his lust for violence, a trait of his you’d tried so hard to ignore. It was all too much to bear, to worry about where he’d go at night, when he wouldn’t answer your calls or texts. He’d pop up randomly, hurt or bruised, withholding any and all information about where he’d gotten them from. Trust faded and so did the Draken you’d grown to love. Your high school sweetheart vanished, into the darkness he so openly welcomed.

“Likewise, sweetheart.” That word sent you back. To the days you’d sneak glances at him during class, feel his touch on your skin while the teacher droned on incoherently. “How’ve ya been?” He continues.

You pondered on how to answer that question, recounting the last four years of mundane life experiences. “I’ve been good. Could be better.” Optimism wasn’t enough to douse the anxiety that was the bank robbery looming over your head. “How have you been? Keeping out of trouble I hope.”

His laugh was chesty in your ears. “Mostly. But as a boss you seem to get into a lot more trouble than you think.”

“Wait a boss?” You perk at the new development. “In what? When? Tell me everything!”

“Slow down, sweetheart. We’ll get to that. That’s not why I called you.” He chuckles at your excitement, you were practically on the edge of your seat at that point.

“So why did you call me?”

“I heard there was an incident at your job a little while ago.” He pauses, the tap of something metal being put down sounding suddenly. “Just wanted to check up on ya.”

“I- uh you saw the news, huh?” Your face hide in your hand instinctively, feeling oddly embarrassed.

There was soft click this time before he spoke. “You could say that. Did they… hurt you?” His tone deadpans, making him seem disconnected from the conversation.

“Just a few bruises from being tossed around.”

You heard him hum lowly. “Anything else? Did they threaten you?”

“One of them pulled my hair… h-he held a gun to my head.” You stuttered through the memories rushing to the forefront of your mind.

Another click sounds, this one much more audible than before. It almost sounded like the cocking of a gun. “Do you want to come over for dinner tonight? We can order takeout like we used to. My treat.” Like a switch had just been flicked mid conversation, his usual playful tone returned.

Giddiness brewed in the pit of your stomach. Truth be told you still had a soft spot for the man, no matter how long it had been or what had happened. How could you say no to him after all these years? “Sure. I’d love to.”

“Good girl.” He coos. “I’ll send a driver over to pick you up at seven. Wear something comfy.” Before you could question him he hangs up on you, leaving you with the deafening silence of your apartment. How did he know where you lived?

That question echoed in your mind for the next few hours till the appointed hour rolled around. The sound of a knock at your door had your heart leaping into your chest, an unfamiliar face greeting you with a warm smile as you opened it.

“Good evening Miss, Draken sent me to fetch you.” The aged man beams, an aura of warmth surrounding his broad, suit-clad figure.

You greeted him in return, moving to collect your purse from the dining table before being led out into a gorgeous black car parked in the street. The driver takes your hand as you sit down, closing the door behind you softly. You settled into the tan leather seats, marvelling at just how clean the car was, it even had that new car smell like it had just been bought. The world passed you by for what seemed like minutes, your door re-opening, a kind hand offered to you shortly after.

You found yourself in an underground garage, a rather empty one at that, with only about five cars sprinkled around the lot. Your guide leads you to an elevator, remaining outside as you walked in. “He’s in the penthouse, just press the button at the top.” His eyes point to a button labelled ‘PH’ at the very top of the array of numbers. You give him your thanks, to which he simply nods, a soft smile on his face as the doors close.

Nervousness had you picking at your nails, overthinking as you watched the numbers increase slowly on the small screen. The ding of the elevator accompanied the doors sliding open, hitting you with a mouth watering scent of fast food.

You couldn’t help but marvel at the place as you stepped out of the elevator. An arrangement of grey marble and silver trimmings littered all over the spacious room. The city glowed a mellow hue of gold through the floor to ceiling windows, bringing a homely feel to the place.

Turning the corner you smiled, watching Draken tend to something on the stove, a plate in hand. He turns to you expectantly, the elevator most likely giving away your presence. “Hello, sweetheart.” He says in a low tone, matching your giddy expression.

“Hi.” You breathe, practically overflowing with happiness. After so long he still looked just as handsome if not more. His hair was black now, loose over his shoulder and still just as long as you remember. He mimicked your attire with a plain t-shirt and sweats. Broad shoulders filled out his plain black one, tattoos swirling around the skin of his arms before disappearing beneath the cotton.

Turning off the stove he places places the plate down on the counter with the rest of the food before approaching. The woody musk that came with him had you breathing a little faster, body dwarfing yours as he stood close enough you could feel the warmth radiating from his skin. There was comfort in the silence between you, words really couldn’t express the emotions you were feeling, it seemed it was the same for him as he pulled you into his chest. He rests his head on top of yours, hugging you so tightly out of fear you might disappear if he let you go.

Only when you felt tears drip onto your cheek did you realise you were crying. The droplets welled up in your eyes immediately, soaking into his shirt while you listened to the drum of his heart. “I missed you.” You sigh, fingers curling into his shirt.

“I missed you too, sweetheart.” He replies, laying a kiss in your hair. “So much.”

You let out a small chuckle, meeting his gaze. “How are you?”

A smile forces it’s way onto his lips, unable to be held back as he laughs a chesty laugh. “I’m doing good. Even better now that you’re here.”

“You’re so corny.” You tease with a sniffle.

“It’s why you love me.”

“Touché.” It felt as if no time had passed the more you stood there in his arms, in your own little bubble brimming with affection.

Magnetism was something undeniable between you two. Your bodies tend to have a mind of their own in close proximity, the feat of staying apart a strenuous task. In a situation like this, with him so close, galvanizing and intoxicating, it was no wonder you found your lips meeting in the middle.

It was soft, searching, safe. After so long his kiss never lost it’s influence, your body melting into him as he set you alight. The wet muscle of his tongue laved past your lips as he explored you deeper, fingers burrowed into the waist of your sweats. Your own digits found his hair, lacing with the inky strands that fell over his shoulder, desperately pulling him closer, as if you weren’t already.

Wordlessly he captures the back of your thighs, lifting you up into his arms, encouragingly wrapping your legs around his waist. Soon your back greets the wall with a soft thud, one that has him pushing his hardened tip between your folds, inciting a ragged moan as he nudged at your clit. Insanity overtook you at the same pace as his hips, rocking slow and purposefully, drawing a fog into your mind that grew between his body and the wall he leveraged you against.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” He breaks breathlessly from your lips, heat taking hold of his cheeks as it flushed them pink. “Can I?” Fingertips tug at your waistband, eager and pleading.

Your ‘yes’ was all he needed before the material was on the floor and you were back against the wall, delving into his lips once more. “Cute panties. Those for me?”

The pink lace held the perfect silhouette of your pussy, the soft mound barely covered by the translucent material as it practically devoured it. He lets his fingers wander over the curve, prying between the folds to find the sensitive bundle of nerves at the centre. Soft pads traced circles into your clit, catalyzing a spark that travelled all the way up your spine, blanketing a haze over your inhibitions.

“Draken. P-please, more.” Your moan sets him off further into his assault, the sound increasing the pressure on your clit. Before long you’ve buried yourself in his shoulder, drool marking a small patch of his shirt as you took it in your teeth to prevent your cries from escalating further.

“Your want this cock, sweetheart? You want me deep inside this pussy?” The swollen tip nestles in your slit, letting your slick soak into his sweats through your panties, painting a wet patch onto the grey material.

Your tongue paths its way from his jaw to his flushed earlobe, sucking on the skin before speaking. “I want it all, ‘Ken.” The goosebumps that wake immediately after, has a smile curving your lips, his ears were always so sensitive.

Index and middle finger hook your panties to the side, bringing your glossy slit into view, a sight that had him groaning and dipping his fingers inside, bringing them up to his lips to sample your arousal. “Just ‘s delicious as I remember.” His sweats soon accompany yours on the marble floor, letting his cock tap against his stomach softly as he let you taste yourself on his tongue.

Your gasp is lost between his lips as his tip stretches past your entrance, your pussy engulfing him in a tightness that had him weak in the knees. Little by little he reintroduced himself inside you, acquainting his cock with your gummy walls that welcomed him eagerly with each squeeze. He imprints a mark into your neck in the midst of bottoming out, pubic bone flush against your clit, the hairs there strumming a delicate pulse through your body.

Your breath puffed against his neck, control of your lungs long gone with the mapping of his lips along your skin, marking each section he’s been with his teeth, licking over the mark before continuing. “Such a good girl for me, sweetheart. So wet and tight around it, fuck.”

His hips rock into you tantalisingly slow, savouring each and every stroke like it was his last, etching the memory of your cunt into his mind, his name rolling off your tongue into his ear, the feel of your hands in his hair, skin against skin. This wasn’t just fucking, this was love, a love that had been suppressed for the last four years, festering inside you both, waiting for the day you’d reunite to make it whole again.

Your fingers dug deeper into his hair while his thumb traces your clit in mellow circles, bullying his cock along your walls to kiss the soft spot he was all too familiar with. He enjoyed torturing you like this, abusing the knowledge that a slow pace meant you were more likely to beg, easily turning to putty in his hands.

“’Ken.” As if on cue your whine sounds in his ear. “Faster, please I-I… shit.” Your gasps make you hiccup into his shoulder, overwhelmed and unable to finish the sentence.

He hums in your neck, tracing his nose along the nape. “Since you asked so nicely.” His thumb adds pressure onto your clit as he plunges his cock into you, the moan that followed making him smile.

Compliant, he’s rolling his hips faster, letting his thumb on your clit follow. His shirt scrunched in your hand, trying to clutch anything for support, to keep from being pushed off the deep end he was dragging you toward with each stroke of his cock. The pressure that built up was unbearable, almost having you in tears as his tip nudges against your spot, accompanying the work of his fingers that strummed against your pearl.

Teetering on the edge he plunges you into euphoria, pussy gushing onto his skin, coating it in a crystal sheen of cum. You squeezed him through it all, every part of you tightening as your high flooded your nervous system, guttural screams muffled in his shoulder where you had his shirt in your teeth.

“That’s it sweetheart, squirt all over this dick, just like that.” Your arousal drips down your thighs onto the pristine marble as he fucked you through it, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he soon felt his own peak looming over him. “Fuck ‘m gonna cum.”

“Cum in my mouth.” You mewl suddenly, fucked out against him. “I wanna taste you.”

You find your footing on shaky legs as he sets you down, falling to your knees, keen with your mouth open in invitation. His fingers drag along his slicked shaft, the tip laid against your tongue in a scene that had his cum painting your throat almost instantaneously. You let the salty liquid slide down your throat with a swallow, using your hand to milk out the rest, wrapping your lips around the tip, letting your tongue cleave through the slit teasingly as you stared right into his eyes.

His hands tangled in your hair, lip between his teeth as he struggled through the overstimulation. “Fuck, baby.” Head lulling back, mouth agape, his breathing grew strained with every agonizing stroke.

With a light pop you smile, proud at his dishevelled figure now leant against the wall with his hands. “Tastes just as good as I remember.”

He huffs a tired laugh. “Smartass.”

“It’s why you love me.”

He pulls you up to meet his lips, kissing you deep and tender. “Lets eat, I bought all your favourites.” With a final kiss on your nose he lets you go, moving to pull up his sweats and hand you your own, before searching for a towel to wipe up your mess on the floor.

You squeak an apology, to which he just chuckles, ignoring your bashful demeanour before he’s throwing the cloth in the sink and reaching for two plates from a cabinet above the stove. Your fixing the draw-string as he hands you the dish, offering him a dazed thanks.

The domesticity of it was jarring but somehow still cordial, like an old married couple coming home to each other after a long day. And after good sex.

You walked beside him while plating up the food, noticing blue and purple hues blooming across his knuckles. Why haven’t you notice those before? The question pestered you enough to verbalise your concern. “What happened?”

Like a child caught in a cookie jar he froze, eyes finding the bruises before furrowing his brows. “‘S nothing, just an issue with some guys at work.” You weren’t buying it. He read like a book, a book you had memorised every minuet detail of, cover to cover, there was no hiding from you.

“You never did tell me what you did for work.” He pulled out a chair for you to sit in at the dinning table, thanking him as he rounds to find his own across from you.

The patent hesitation in his eyes was beginning to frustrate you. He takes a bite of his meal before speaking. “Do you remember in high school, how I became friend’s with Mikey?”

Mikey was a name you tried to forget, not that he ever did anything to you personally but there was something unsettling about that boy. Those eyes were always plotting something in the background, a plot you were continually omitted from. You also partially blamed him for your relationship with Draken crumbling the way it did.

“Mhm.” You hummed while placing a spoonful in your mouth.

“He and I formed a gang, Toman as it’s called now.” The air in his lungs leaves heavy in a sigh before continuing. “After finishing high school he gave me a choice. I decided to take it.”

Fury lapped at your throat amongst the new revelation that spilled from his lips. He chose him over you, a fucking group of delinquents over the person who loved him most. “So he was more important than your girlfriend?” He immediately denies it, reaching for your hands.

“It’s a bit more complicated than that.” The urge to pull free of his grasp was great, to get up and walk to the elevator and never have to see him for the rest of your life. But there was still a small part of you that wanted to hear him out. He takes your silence as the go-ahead. “There were people who could and would hurt you if they knew just how important you were to me. Shit, to this day there’re people who’d use you to get to me. I can’t couldn’t let that happen, give them that power.”

Sincerity flowered in those dark eyes of his, pleading and apologetic. You tried to remain impassive, you really did, but just like he read like an open book to you, so did you to him. The strings of your heart were being pulled and you couldn’t resist his pleas.

“Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?”

“You wouldn’t have let me go.”

You shook your head, a pained smile on your lips. “I still haven’t let you go, you idiot.” His hands tighten around yours. “It still hurts. It will always still hurt. You were my best friend for fuck sake.”

“’M sorry baby girl. I was doing what I thought was best, to keep you as safe as I could.” His lips touch your knuckles in a tender kiss that dismantled the walls you spent the past four years building.

“So where is Mikey now?” The question has his expression turning sullen.

“He’s dead. Two years ago.” It was difficult to witness just how blunt he was about it, considering they’d been so close. “Which is why I’m currently in position as leader.”

“So being a leader means this?” Your thumb runs softly over the off-coloured skin spanning his knuckles.

“This was for you.” You eye him curiously, waiting for an elaboration. “When I heard about the bank robbery… fuck I lost my shit. You’re on the no harm list, those fuckers knew that but they still touched you.”

“The no harm list? Me?”

“Ya really think I wouldn’t try and make sure these assholes out here couldn’t lay a hand on you? That’s why they ran right outta there when they figured out who you were.”

You recall the way their demeanour changed as they came to find out your identity, but it still begged the question. “How do you know that?”

“I asked.” He looks to his bruise stained hands with a smile that left you with unease. “You don’t just fuck around with someone on the top of that list and expect to walk away.”

“So what did you…” The sound of a gun cocking resonates in your memory. “They were there with you when you called me.”

His icy gaze sent a chill down your spine. “I had a funny feelin’ they were lying to me. I needed to make sure.”

A laugh was the only thing you could muster. Your brain was failing to process the reality that your wannabe perpetrators were most likely dead by the hand of the man in front of you. Was that something you actually wanted though? Did it offer you any form of relief knowing they were gone?

“I don’t know whether to thank or be terrified of you right now.” The admission came just above a whisper.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” He chuckles, popping a piece of meat in his mouth.

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Dear Vocalist Unlimited Veronica Translation — ゆくすゑ [track four]

disclaimer: this is 90% AI-generated transcription and translation, some things might be inaccurate or awkward.

ディアヴォーカリスト Unlimited エントリーNo.5 Veronica / モモチ (CV: 豊永利行)

- Drums: YAMATO (CV. Shunichi Toki)

- Guitar: OHGI (CV. Makoto Furukawa)

- Bass: AMA (CV. Kengo Kawanishi)

- Keyboard: SHIZURU (CV. Yoshitaka Yamaya)

[Shizuru]

Shizuru: Really? If you say so, I'll try to think positively.

Yeah, that's right. The recording is scheduled to start around next week.

No, the release is in the fall.

But, as always, we don't know a lot about the schedule until the results of the Survival are out.

Yeah, sorry for the inconvenience.

But, since we're here, I'll talk to the office about the additional performance we discussed earlier. If possible, before the end of the year.

Mm, okay. See you then.

Shizuru: Now then... Hm?

Shizuru: Moshi moshi.

mmc: Ah, moshi moshi, Shizu-kun?

mmc: Sorry for calling so late.

mmc: I heard you got a call.

Shizuru: Oh, mhm.

Shizuru: It's just a confirmation call. About the recording.

Shizuru: Is it okay to stick to the schedule as planned?

mmc: Yeah, that's the plan.

mmc: Ah, by the way, I sent you demos and some other things.

mmc: Did they arrive properly?

Shizuru: Yeah, they did, they did~

Shizuru: I haven't checked it thoroughly yet, but it looks super cool again this time. I'm looking forward to it.

Shizuru: Anyways, let's keep the reservations for all the studios that we have on hold.

mmc: Mm, thanks. Oh, by the way…

mmc: We haven't been able to meet for a while, and I haven't had a chance to say it, but I'm sorry I couldn't make it to your piano recital last month, even though you invited me.

Shizuru: Don’t worry about it.

Shizuru: In fact, I haven't even thanked you properly yet. You sent me flowers again this time.

mmc: It’s nothing. It was just a small gesture.

mmc: I heard this time was a great success too, I'm glad!

Shizuru: Yeah, thanks to everyone. Actually, I got a request for an additional performance.

mmc: Wow, that's great~!

Shizuru: Well, there's also Veronica's new song, so it's not official yet. But if you can come next time, please do.

[02:35]

AMA: Whoa!

AMA: Y-You scared me.

AMA: If you're back, let me know…

AMA: No, I wasn't sleeping. I was listening to music with my earphones on.

AMA: Um, speaking of which, Veronica's recording session is starting next week, so I wanted to listen to the demo again while I can.

AMA: Mhm, I think it's going to be a great song again.

AMA: I still don't really understand what he wants to express with this song.

AMA: Yeah, it’s difficult.

AMA: Both the music and lyrics that Momochi-kun creates are all...

*shiny sfx flashback*

AMA: How about… Huh, Momochi-kun.

mmc: Ah, it’s Akkun~ It feels like it's been a while since we last met!

AMA: Yeah, I was away from Tokyo for a while for a photo shoot for my photo book.

AMA: And, the release this time went well too.

mmc: I see, you're still busy as usual. Good job.

AMA: Guren Shinjuu seems to be getting good reviews.

AMA: As expected of Cheers.

AMA: Momochi-kun likes Japanese (wa) rock music. That’s good to know.

mmc: Hehe. Actually, I was quite hesitant this time. There were also discussions about the image, and even if Kataridori was popular, I don’t want to make Veronica's image too rock-like.

AMA: I see. Veronica is versatile, after all.

mmc: Mhm, that's right.

AMA: Um, I've been wanting to ask for a while…

mmc: What?

AMA: Is there a model (muse) for Momochi-kun's lyrics? Not just for this new song, but in general…

mmc: Why do you ask?

AMA: Just curious. Especially with lyrics about women, I wonder how you write them.

mmc: No, there is no model. It’s all in my imaginary world.

mmc: But don't you think it's ideal?

AMA: People like this…

mmc: Yes, that's what I'm aiming for.

mmc: I hope people who hear it, like Akkun, imagine all kinds of things.

mmc: Because songs that end after just one listen are boring, aren't they?

*shiny sfx flashback* [AMA]

AMA: The title track is still easier to understand. Momochi-kun is probably singing about the feelings of a certain woman.

But with this song, I really don't understand anything.

I might be able to understand the way Momochi-kun builds up the song by listening during the recording, but I still can't figure out what the theme of the song is.

No matter how much I think about it, I still don't understand. But I think that's what Momochi-kun is aiming for - not to arrive at a definitive answer, but to purposely avoid it.

Thanks to that, I've been in a state of constantly thinking about this song since the other day.

Yes. Well, that's true.

I think Momochi-kun is amazing. He doesn't talk much about himself, but I know that much.

Thinking about it, this song is like Momochi-kun himself. Even though I don't know anything, I find myself drawn to it.

Oh no, I ended up talking about work again.

We decided not to talk about work, didn't we?

It’s me who doesn’t like it.

Let's just be together here as lovers, not as manager and artist.

[07:06]

mmc: Yeah, that was really good! Can I get one more like that?

Ohgi: But I think it was a little boring. This current version is better.

mmc: Yeah, don’t worry. You could even make it more emotional or intense.

mmc: Okay then, thank you.

Ohgi: Good job.

Ohgi: Huh? Where's Momochi-kun?

AMA: Probably taking a break or on the phone.

Yamato: By the way, nice job with the "Ohgi" move!

Yamato: That move today didn’t go smoothly in the past, right?

Shizuru: Yeah, and he even made a request.

Shizuru: Isn't it unusual for Momochi-kun to do that?

Ohgi: Hah, it's just a coincidence.

Ohgi: What I’m doing isn't any different from what I’ve done before.

Ohgi: I guess it's like predicting what Momochi-kun will do and watching his reactions.

Ohgi: That method has caused a big mess in the past.

AMA: But that’s not a bad strategy. Ohgi did nothing wrong.

AMA: It was my fault for doing something unnecessary and causing a bad atmosphere.

Ohgi: Akkun covered for me, but in the end, the third generation was not called up.

Yamato: After all of that, we’re still somewhat recognized, especially Momochi-kun.

AMA: I hope so. Everyone did their best this time too.

Ohgi: I'm sure it'll be okay. The fact that we've come this far is proof of that.

Shizuru: Yeah, we can be confident.

Shizuru: We have achieved our goal too.

AMA: Goal?

Shizuru: Well, isn't it just the five of us who can embody Veronica's world?

Shizuru: No one talks about the first-generation anymore.

Yamato: That’s true~ We are the strongest team capable of embodying Mr. Veronica's world.

Yamato: So lets keep doing our best from now on!

Ohgi: Let's do that.

Shizuru: Hey, hey, isn't this the time to do that thing we talked about before?

Yamato: I was thinking the same thing. In that case, let’s do it!

[09:36]

AMA: Now then…

mmc: Hm? …Huh?!

Shizuru: Ah, Momochi-kun, you finally came back!

mmc: I-I'm surprised. Everyone was still here!

mmc: I thought everyone had already left. N-No way.

Yamato: No, no. Actually, we were waiting for you, Momochi-kun~

mmc: Eh? Me? Um... What?

mmc: ?! Are we having an after-party now or something?

Shizuru: Ah, there was actually talk of having a party to celebrate, but, well, the song isn't finished yet.

mmc: Eh? Ah… nevermind.

Ohgi: Our recording is done for the day, but your recording isn't finished yet, Momochi-kun. When everything is really finished, we should have another party.

AMA: Let's have an after-party again with everyone.

Yamato: Yeah, let's do that. Let’s do it!

mmc: Mhm, I definitely think that's a good idea. Hahaha…

mmc: Anyways, everyone worked hard this time.

mmc: Now it's my turn to work hard.

mmc: I'll make sure both songs are the best new songs ever, so look forward to it!

Yamato: Of course, I'm super excited~!

Yamato: So, let's call it a day and do our usual thing.

AMA: That's what I was waiting for.

AMA: Momochi-kun, you know what to do?

mmc: Oh, I see. Got it! I understand, we’re doing it here?

Ohgi: Now then, Momochi-kun, please take care of it.

mmc: Alright~ Ehem… Then let's go, Veronica! Ei ei oh (cheer)!

all: Oh (cheer)!

Shizuru: Alright. With this, there's no doubt that this Survival was a huge success.

mmc: Well, that goes without saying, hehe~

*ゆくすゑ (yukusue) - fate; one's future i.e. “what lies ahead”

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choco-pudding · 2 years

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Space Channel 5 Gyun Gyun Book p. 90-99. (Translations by @lavoszero and myself. Edit by myself.)

Guide pages from Report 4. With this, we only have 11 more pages to scanlate.

Imgur link to all of the Gyun Gyun Book translations we’ve done thus far.

Plain text below

p. 90

Boardroom Finally getting to the heart of this case! The station’s security system has been tampered with, and the intruder neutralizing weapons are on standby. It's time to use the A-mazing Deluxe A Button Beam to find out the truth behind the brainwashed Morolians!

Act. 1 Shooting The rhythm is pretty easy to follow and there’s none of those annoying, problematic back-to-back sets. If you’re aiming to recuse everyone in Report 4 in the shortest time possible, just make your ratings are at 88 ~ 89% when this Act. ends while playing in Extra Mode and you’ll be good, good, good!

Help Us! No. 65: Purmoro (Purple) >P. 114 No. 66: Remoro (Red) >P. 114 No. 67: Gremoro (Green) >P. 114 No. 68: Blumoro (Blue) >P. 114 No. 69: Yemoro (Yellow) >P. 114 No. 70: Pimoro (Pink) >P. 115

p. 91

Act. 2 Dance The BGM slows down for the 6th set, which can trip you up. If you treat as still having an 8 beat rhythm, you can hit the buttons on what would be the 1st, 3rd, and 5th beats. Two notes for Extra Mode: enter this Act. with the ratings below 89%, and you'll get to save the Channel 5 Security Robots; end this Act. with the ratings above 89%, and you’ll head to the Recording Studio..

Help Us! No. 04: Space Michael >P. 102 No. 58: Channel 5 Security Robo >P. 112

Column: Mysterious Man Space Michael

The Incident 500 Years Ago Was Also a Game! Space Michael is a reporter for Space Channel 5. He's a very cool guy who's traveled freely throughout the eras with his special ability to transcend space and time. He's charmed and saved countless people with his unique dance moves. Back in the year 1990, or about 500 years ago, there was another great crisis that nearly ended the world. His dance moves saved the world back then too. That incident in 1990 was also made into a game that same year!

Inside Scoop Behind Michael Jackson's Cameo Michael Jackson loved the demo of "Space Channel 5" when the Sega staff showed him. So much in fact, that he said, "I want to be in this game!" That marked the origin of Space Michael being in the game. Since the game was already in its final stages of development, he would only have a small role in it, but he still readily agreed to it. The game left such a good impression, that he dubbed the lines, "Ho!" and, "Thank you Ulala," himself. Later on, he sent his autograph to SEGA 9 Labs with the comment "I love the game."

Michael Jackson's Moonwalker

Sega Enterprises

Sega Genesis

August 25, 1990

6800 Yen

In this action game, Michael's spectacular dance moves are used to defeat the approaching enemies. When Michael takes a step, the enemy falls down after dancing, and the children are freed. Even Bubbles makes a brief appearance! Incidentally, there was also a movie with the same name.

p. 92

Control Room This is the part where you can free all the Morolians you’ve encountered during these past, amazing, reports. Best find a way to hold that controller comfortably, there’s a lot of buttons presses here and we don’t your fingers getting too tried, do we?

Act. 1 Dance It’s a bit dark, so it may be kinda hard to see the Morolians’ dance moves. But the sets are short, just listening to their voice should be enough. Most of the commands use the A button, so you really only need to focus on the timing. The back-to-back sets are pretty trick though, like a test of your rhythm skills.

Help Me! No. 64: Keyboard Gal >P. 113

p. 93

Act. 2 Shooting Making a mistake here won’t change a thing. By the 2nd set, the number of A button inputs needed will increase with each successive set. Sans the last set, the Morolians always appear on both sides of the screen, the timing for their inputs mirror each other too. Focus on how fast and many times you gotta press that A button! Count carefully and don’t over-press!

Help Us! No. 71: Leader Moro >P. 115 No. 72: Boss Moro >P. 115

Column: Illustrated Guide for Those Aiming for 100%: Best Route & Rescue Points To unlock all the character profiles, you need to pay attention to the stages Ulala will go through, and which character will appear there. We recommend using this route guide for success. During the 6th route, make sure to adjust the ratings to about 85% before entering the 3rd round of reports. For the 7th, lower it down to 75% before proceeding to the 8th route. When nearing the end of 8th route, raise it back to 90% and prepare for the Recording Studio for the 9th route. If you can rescue all the different characters in these places, you should be at 100%. By the way, you can save the elusive men, women, and boys in large numbers in certain areas. The following is for your reference.

Men, Women, and Boys Frequently Appear Here!

Report 1

Lobby 1F - Act. 2

Lobby 2F - Act. 1, Act. 2

Report 2

Dining Hall - Act. 1

Air Duct ~ Garbage Room - Act. 2

Report 4

Recording Studio - Act. 1, Act. 2

Best Route and the Rescue Amount

[Translator’s note: Men, Women, and Boys Frequently Appear Here! originally lists “Lobby 1F - Act. 1” and “Lobby 2F – Act. 2, Act. 3.” Act. 1 and Act. 3 of those respected areas do not align with the topic at hand so I assume these were errors and corrected them as such. It wouldn’t be the first time they listed the wrong Act. for a description. Sorry about the plain text formatting for this part.]

p. 94

Recording Studio This area can instantly transform into various sets. The dark colors and bright lights make for an intense atmosphere that muddles the difference between Morolians and Earthlings while shooting! Time to lean in more than usual!

Act. 1 Shooting Assuming you’ve been batting a 1000 with rescuing all different kinds of Earthings, you just gotta save the two newscasters here. Regardless of any mistakes made, they will always show up during the final set. If the studio’s bright lights make it difficult to see the Morolians, be sure to listen closely to their voices!

Help Us! No. 35: Newscaster (Male) >P. 108 No. 36: Newscaster (Female) >P. 108

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Act. 2 Shooting Their distance paired with the dark stage makes it difficult to distinguish the Earthlings and the Morolians from each other. Luckily the Morolian’s ray guns shine bright against the darkness, so use the A button for those who glow and B for those who don’t. Make mistakes in the first two sets, the Channel 5 Staff will appear during the 3rd.

Help Us! No. 33: Channel 5 Receptionist >P. 107 No. 34: Channel 5 Staff >P. 108

Act. 3 Dance For the 9th set, you can feel that wait between the "↓" on the 2nd beat "↑" on the 4th beat. But it still may feel jarringly shorter compared to the Morolian’s dance. On the 10th set, don't miss inputting the "↓" after the long wait between the 2nd and 4th beats! With so many complicated combinations of directional inputs, be sure to refer to this page to make sure your combo is right!

Help Me! No. 57: Space Kung-fu Man >P. 112

Column: Ulala's Shocking Report!? If you fail the final shots at the end of Report 4, the antenna will fall apart and the show will be cancelled. Ulala's "nah" paired with her expression is rumored to be the most adorable thing ever. A must-see!

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Main Antenna VS Evila and Giant Evila Versus Evila and her band of Security Robots, a mirror-match dance battle to see who's funky dance groove is superior! Is defeat inevitable!? Not only that, but the director has been taken hostage!

Act. 1, Act. 2 For the latter half Act.1, the key to victory is getting down the timing of those "pauses." You should get in the habit of saying "unun unun" to the beat, especially for the 9th and 10th sets. Act.2 has tons of back-to-back inputs. Even so, don’t rush yourself, you might end up pressing the wrong buttons. There's half-beat "uns" that you have to get spot on too!

Evila Height: About the same as Ulala Weight: About the same as Ulala Special: Same dancing abilities as Ulala

A.K.A.: An artificial reporter, whose sole purpose for reporting is earning ratings. Created by Morolian tech and data collected by Blank.

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Giant Evila Height: 164.8 Morometers (Est.) Weight: 10,300 Morograms (Est.) Special: Missile attack

The second fake Ulala robot. The Morolians were allowed to create whatever they pleased. Blank controls it as if it were a giant robotic pet.

Act. 1, Act. 2, Act. 3, Act. 4 Here Ulala must copy the opposite of what is said. In other words, if Giant Evila says “left chu” you go “right chu.” In Act. 1, there are more hearts than sets here, so use that an opportunity to get used to her pattern. The patten is irregular, but the rhythm and commands themselves are pretty easy. By the 4th set in Act. 3, it get a little difficult to keep your rhythm as the BGM fades out. If you want, you can try humming to the commands to stay on beat. By the way, once the chorus starts you'll be able to put inputs for Ulala again as usual, no need to go with the chorus's rhythm. *The commands listed below show what is needed to be inputted by Ulala.

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VS Blank At last, Blank's true brainwashing signal robot reveals itself. When it transforms, it becomes a powerful foe, attacking Ulala with its quick, bold dance moves. It's time for all of us to join forces and shoot down the greatest evil in the galaxy!

Act. 1 Blank and Ulala's faces will appear on the monitors above, below, left, and right of Blank. If it’s Blank, press the A button to attack, and if it's Ulala press the B button for the rescue beam! The 11th set of The Blank Dimension is tricky. Stay calm and wait for those one and half beats!

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Act. 2 Last stage incoming! There's only a few inputs and the rhythm is easy, your real enemy here is the tension. Still, avoid tripping over your own feet here, you only have so many hearts to spare. Don't be overwhelmed by Blank TV's dynamic dance, carefully listen to his voice and fight back!

Blank TV Height: About 37 meters (monitor form) /About 58 meters (humanoid form) Weight: 8350 kilograms (monitor and humanoid form) Special: Brainwashing beam, Blank Dimension

Blank TV attacks with 60 times its normal power insides the mysterious "Blank Dimension" it creates. It can also transform between the monitor form and the more puppet-like form.

Last Shooting! Earthlings who were forced to dance, reporters who were treated like tools, Morolians who were manipulated… All of their Dance Energy is gathering into the antenna! Just like the past final shots, press A powerfully three times, "Chu! Chu! Chu!" Let's finish this off with a bang!

Column: Blank's Last Stand Did you notice that once you defeat Blank TV, the last line he says is "I’ll be baaaack," but in the Extra Mode it's "You'll regret thiiiis"? Maybe Blank is hinting at even more extra stages existing after this! (A lie)

[Translator’s notes: Blank literally says “See you next week” in Japanese. “I’ll be back” is what he says in the English version. By the way, in Part 2, Purge says the same lines.]

#space channel 5 #translations #ulala #evila #blank #giant evila #Gyun Gyun Book

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i wonder how killer duo camlil met and became a thing. maybe they met while camila spent most of her time in streets, stealing money to live? -🌑

glad you asked :)

When Lilith breaks into Mother Superion’s kitchen, a little drunk and more than a little stabbed, the last thing she expects is to get held at gunpoint.

She’s halfway through gathering up supplies to stitch up the stab wound in her side when she hears the creak of the floor. In a moment, she has her gun out and pointed at the intruder in the kitchen. She’s faced with a waif of a girl, barely a ghost in the doorway. Dark, angry eyes stare at Lilith from underneath a mess of dark curls.

“Who are you?” The girl asks.

“Who the fuck are you?” Lilith throws back at her. The gun in the other girls hand shakes slightly, and she’s a good few inches shorter than Lilith herself. Lilith, even while stabbed, would have no problem taking her out.

“What are you doing in this house?” The girl asks, taking a step further into the kitchen.

“Are we just going to sit here asking each other questions all evening, or are you going to shoot me already?”

“I—I will shoot you, tell me who you are!”

“Oh yeah I’m real scared.” Lilith puts her gun down, keeping a wary eye on the girl. “Lilith. Is Superion home?”

The girl shakes her head, lowering the gun slightly. “She’s out, her wife is in town.”

Lilith leans her head back to hit the cabinet. “Great. Grab me the lighter from the bathroom, I need to sterilize the needle.”

The gun wavers again. “How do you know Mother Superion?”

“Again with the questions kid, Jesus, I’m bleeding out over here.”

The girl lowers the gun and glances between Lilith and the living room.

“Today, please!” Lilith prompts and the girl skitters away towards the lighter. While she’s gone, Lilith grabs the first aid kit from under the sink and her half empty bottle of vodka and preps herself for the pain.

The girl returns with a candle and lighter. “You never answered my question.” She offers them to Lilith, eyes still wary.

“I’m still bleeding, I’m not in the mood to answer your inane questions.” Lilith mumbles. “Do me a favor and stop talking until I’m done.”

The girl steps back, miming zipping her lips as she drags a chair across the kitchen and sits there, the gun still aimed at Lilith.

She watches in barely disguised fascination as Lilith sterilizes the needle and stitches herself up. The stitching itself isn’t difficult, keep the needle hot, keep the stitches close, keep your face blank to not show weakness.

“Does it hurt?” The girl asks, once Lilith’s mostly finished.

“What did I fucking say about talking?” Lilith barks harshly.

The girl looks chastised and Lilith hates that she feels slightly bad about it.

She sighs. “Yes. It hurts like a fucking bitch. But the alternative is actively bleeding, so…” Lilith trails off awkwardly. “What’s your name? How do you know Superion?”

The girl smiles. “Thought you hated questions.”

Lilith realizes that the girl is rather pretty when she smiles, and even more so when she’s still pointing that gun at her. “I sit through plenty of things I hate. Humor me.”

“I’m Camila, I’m working with Superion on something.”

“The boring computer thing she keeps trying to tell me about? The math stuff?” Lilith asks, taking a long swig of her half empty vodka bottle. She’s been in the habit of ignoring Superion every time she attempted to talk about the computer scheme they’ve cooked up. Lilith is good with a knife, not a keyboard.

Camila giggles. “Yeah, the boring computer thing. I won’t bore you with the details since you obviously don't wanna hear it.”

Lilith glances down at the line of sloppy stitches and back at Camila. “I don’t have anywhere else to be.” She lifts the bottle in a halfhearted salute. "The floor is yours, sweetheart."

#slasher au

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bleubrri · 2 years

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pervert!armin pt3

contains- dubcon, yandere-ish armin (foreshadowing), blackmail/manipulation, stalking, hacking, mention of nsfw, brief timeskip below the cut

[mature content]

pervert!armin who thinks long and hard about how to deal with your ex, porco. that meathead has to suffer- armin will make him suffer. he’s careful. calculated. he watches him for a month straight, learns his schedule down to the most seemingly pointless details. he knows his practice schedule, even the out of town games. he knows which of his equally dim friends’ houses he parties at on the weekends. he knows that he fucks the head cheerleader pieck in the third floor science lab at thursday lunchtimes. it’s not until a particularly dull evening of watching porco through his window literally measure his dick with a ruler that armin knows what to do. his eyes light up as he sees the flash of a camera as porco aims his phone at his crotch. oh yes, he knows exactly what to do.

pervert!armin who can already hear the muffled moans as he walks down the third floor corridor the following thursday. the buzz of his phone makes him pause, only to see that you’ve sent him a selfie, smiling over your sandwich in the park and wishing him fun at AV club. he shoots an i love you back and silences his phone. he hates being apart from you, but he has to do this- for your sake. he slips into the science lab and rolls his eyes at the sound of the beakers and glassware inside the storage cupboard rattling in time with each thrust behind the door. he spots a familiar backpack thrown haphazardly across a desk and gets to work.

pervert!armin who finds it oh so easy to install the malware and clone porco’s laptop and phone. he’s in and out in all of five minutes- he’s not top of his coding class for no reason. a smug smile is painted across his face later that night as the blue light from his PC reflects off of his glasses and illuminates his room in a sinister glow. he’s giddy with how much material he has to work with, can practically feel his neurons firing at lightning speed as his fingers flash across the keyboard. he makes the file and exports it to his laptop for safe keeping; you never know, that slimy bastard might need to be dealt with again. he’ll keep an eye on him. he finds the result is pretty instantaneous- the next morning the campus is alight with gossip. turns out the school board don’t offer scholarships to lacrosse captains who send unsolicited nudes to the entire school. word has it that he’ll be off campus by the end of the week. when he asks you about it, you furrow your brows and sigh. you’re muttering in disbelief about how you can’t believe it. he reaches out and laces your fingers together, assuring you he’s just a manipulative asshole who can’t hurt you anymore. you give him a half-hearted smile and hum in agreement.

~✮☽˚~

pervert!armin who’s never been happier in the months that he’s been with you. he’s like a whole new person because of your time together. the final semester’s coming to an end and he wants to ask you to move in with him next year- he rarely leaves your apartment anyway, it’s the smart choice really. you bring out the best in him. he barley has to look at the folder of your.. candids on his computer anymore. once a week tops. he only reads your texts when it’s a number he doesn’t recognise, only takes one pair of panties from your laundry a month.

pervert!armin who can’t wait to wake up to you like this everyday, groggy and clinging to him as if he’d ever let you go. he loves mornings like this, loves lazily suckling on your clit as you weakly grip his hair, still shrouded in your sleepy haze. eventually you’re sat opposite him at the kitchen island as you both prepare to submit your final assignments of the year. with two clicks, a flurry of mutual congratulations and a sweet kiss to your pretty lips, armin grabs his keys and begins walking to the cafe to pick up a celebratory breakfast for you both. he smiles and tips the barista. he’s practically skipping back to your apartment, bagels and drinks in hand and vision hazy with the rose coloured glasses he seems to view the world with. he’s vibrating with anticipation- he’s gonna ask you the big question as soon as he gets back. a syrupy smile takes over his face, he can practically hear your honeyed voice chanting yes yes yes.

and pervert!armin who’s smile drops and heart plummets to the core of the fucking earth when he enters the kitchen to find you curled up on the floor. there’s a glass of water shattered next to you as if your arms went limp and legs gave out where you stood. he tries to swallow the lump in his throat as you look up at him with trembling lips and tears gushing down your face as you turn his laptop towards him. he releases a shuddering breath, a barely audible whisper of your name escaping him as he sees- as you’ve seen- the folder he has of you. every photo he’s ever taken in one convenient little compilation on his fucking laptop. his jaw locks and his fists clench as you sniff and open the file he has on porco. your whole body is shaking now, and you choke down the bile rising in your throat, your voice hoarse from the scream that ripped through your chest just five minutes before he came back through the door.

“what have you done armin?”

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