#SANS WINS ULTIMATE SEXY MAN | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

nateezfics · 1 year

Text

ATEEZ: WOULD YOU RATHER

if you want to know what my personal dynamics and kinks are, keep reading!

!nsfw under the cut!

1. make out with yeosang or dry hump yunho?

— dry hump yunho. there’s something about the idea of his larger frame rutting against my own body, and the way he’d use his big hands to pull me closer or to place me where he wants me.

2. give mingi a lap dance or have wooyoung do a sexy dance for you?

— give mingi a lap dance. i’m no dancer, but to watch his face heat up and to see the way he’d be so entranced by my actions would be everything.

3. tease san under the table at dinner or jongho tease you under the table?

— jongho tease me under the table. i struggled to choose. the idea of teasing san to score myself punishment later is enticing, but ultimately to have jongho tease me while insisting i remain discreet has the upper hand. i imagine there could be punishment later, if i somehow was too noisy for his liking, and that’s a win-win for me.

4. give hickeys to yeosang or get hickeys from seonghwa?

— get hickies from seonghwa. to be marked, in both visible and invisible places, as a way of being claimed is insanely attractive to me.

5. praise hongjoong or receive body worship from yunho?

— praise hongjoong. y’all know i had to choose my man lol. but i did almost short circuit, because this duo is literally my bias and wrecker. anyway. i’d love to praise hongjoong, because i’d love to shower him with all the adoration he deserves. and he’d soak it all up. he’s so used to being the one to give, he’d appreciate the chance to receive.

6. blindfold mingi or be blindfolded by san?

— be blindfolded by san. to have my sight removed, and to be completely at san’s mercy with no clue of what’s to happen next. yes please.

7. sexting with wooyoung or send dirty snaps to seonghwa?

— sexting with wooyoung. that man has a dirty mind, i just know it. the filth we’d send back and forth. whew.

8. choke yeosang or be choked by jongho?

— be choked by jongho. i would gladly place myself in his strong grip.

9. pull hongjoong’s hair or yunho pull your hair?

— both. i’d give anything to pull at hongjoong’s hair, but not in a dominant way. in a so fucked out all i can do is grip on his hair to keep myself sane kind of way. and to feel yunho’s large hand tangled in my hair would be an experience. i’m a sucker for my hair being tugged on. so i’ll take both.

10. tie up wooyoung or jongho tie you up?

— jongho tie me up. as enticing as wooyoung being bound and at my mercy is, i am not really a dominant person within the bedroom. i much prefer being the one at another’s mercy, so i choose to be tied up by jongho.

11. beg for seonghwa or mingi beg for you?

— beg for seonghwa. and he’d be a menace about it too, making me beg until he thinks i’ve earned what i want.

12. ride jongho’s thigh or sit on san’s face?

— sit on san’s face. i almost chose to ride jongho’s thigh, but i’m weak for face sitting. and san’s face and tongue would be a heavenly place to sit.

13. dirty talk with seonghwa or mingi?

— dirty talk with seonghwa. mingi would be a smooth dirty talker, but seonghwa would be absolutely filthy. and the dirtier, the better for me.

14. spank wooyoung or hongjoong?

— spank wooyoung. tho i’m not very dominant, spanking wooyoung to hear him whimper is something i’d definitely enjoy. and i just don’t see hongjoong being the one to be spanked, rather he’d be the one doing the spanking.

15. get spanked by jongho or yunho?

— both. jongho’s strength and yunho’s big hands would make for the ultimate experience. i would need a whole recovery period afterwards.

16. deny san his orgasm or seonghwa deny you yours?

— seonghwa deny mine. again, the whole being at the mercy of another kind of thing.

17. have yeosang as a master or hongjoong as a pet?

— yeosang as a master. i would choose hongjoong, but as my master not my pet. and yeosang would make for a great master, anyway.

18. touch yourself and make yunho watch or mingi touch himself and make you watch?

— make yunho watch. touching myself but only able to do so at yunho’s command. him not touching me, but still in complete control of my pleasure.

19. call hongjoong ‘daddy’ or seonghwa call you ‘mommy’?

— call hongjoong daddy. finally a question that has a dom hongjoong option lmao. not overly into the daddy/mommy thing, but i do like it in moderation. and for him, i’d call him any title he wants. daddy, sir, captain, master. anything.

20. receive aftercare from san or give aftercare to wooyoung?

— both. aftercare is for giving and receiving, and i’d equally love to give it to them just as much as i would to receive it from them.

21. skype sex with hongjoong or phone sex with yeosang?

— skype sex with hongjoong. when he’s been spending too long in the studio, and we’re just too desperate for each other. the view of him in his studio jerking himself off while he’s saying the nastiest things.

22. one night stand with mingi or friends with benefits with wooyoung?

— one night stand with mingi. friends with benefits gets too messy. one night stand it is.

23. studio sex with hongjoong or practice room sex with yunho?

— studio sex with hongjoong. i’d give anything to have practice room sex with yunho, especially with the possibility of mirror sex being involved. but studio sex with hongjoong is the ultimate desire. cockwarming him while he’s working, trying to be still but failing. him fucking me while the beat of a new song plays softly from his speakers <3

24. receive nudes from seonghwa or a sexy video from san?

— nudes from seonghwa. he would look absolutely glorious.

25. cowgirl position with jongho or doggystyle position with yeosang?

— doggy style with yeosang. my fav position tbh.

26. hot tub sex with mingi or shower sex with yunho?

— shower sex with yunho. shower sex provides easy clean up afterwards.

27. give oral to yeosang or receive oral from san?

— both. threesome. boom. have both at once.

28. seonghwa cum in your mouth or wooyoung cum on your face?

— seonghwa cum in my mouth. cum on the face is a no for me. sorry lol.

29. car sex with san or sex under the stars with yeosang?

— sex under the stars with yeosang. car sex is hot, but it’s cramped. sex under stars sounds so romantic, and yeosang is definitely the romantic type. i’d love to experience this.

30. take mingi’s virginity or yunho take yours?

— both. i am no virgin lmao. but the moment would be special with either of them.

31. library sex with wooyoung or movie theatre handjob with yeosang?

— library sex with wooyoung. it’s more interesting. imagine wooyoung trying to keep quiet in a dead silent library lol. i live for the challenge.

32. lazy morning sex with yunho or late night sex with jongho?

— late night sex with jongho. um morning breath? absolutely not. i’m not a morning person anyway. late night sex for sure.

33. wear a collar for seonghwa or san wear a collar for you?

— wear a collar for seonghwa. i’m such a sub lmao.

34. rough sex with hongjoong or romantic sex with jongho?

— rough sex with hongjoong. are you surprised? lol. and who said rough sex can’t also be romantic??? anyway. yeah, as doja cat once said: “spank me, slap me, choke me, bite me.”

35. receive anal from seonghwa or give anal to mingi?

— neither. i’m not really into anal.

36. suck on yunho’s fingers or san suck on your fingers?

— suck on yunho’s fingers. especially if he’s wearing rings. yes please. mouth is open wide.

37. wall sex with jongho or mirror sex with wooyoung?

— wall sex with jongho. jongho was built for wall sex; him and his strength would be perfect for it. tho, mirror sex with wooyoung is enticing, too.

38. hongjoong finger you or give yeosang a handjob?

— both. another one that can be solved with a threesome. pleasuring yeosang while being pleasured by hongjoong? big yes.

39. overstimulate mingi or be overstimulated by wooyoung?

— both. either scenario would be amazing and wonderful. mingi’s deep voice, pitched from the pleasure, begging for reprieve. wooyoung being a smug little shit. best of both worlds.

40. woosan threesome or seongjoong threesome?

— seongjoong. threesome with 2/3 of the demon line sounds like a hell of a time. pun intended.

this was pure self indulgence lol. it was fun! tagged by @ja3hwa ; thank you for the tag, lovely🥰

i’m calling on @essenteez @riboism @thesafecafe @abiaswreck @ddemonseonghwa @ncteez and the rest of my fellow atiny writer moots who might want to join in on the fun 😉✨

#ateez would you rather #ateez smut #ateez hard hours #🏷️

79 notes · View notes

lurkingdoll · 9 months

Text

I know it was yesterday but I didn't realize until today that it's the ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF SANS WINNING THE ULTIMATE TUMBLR SEXY MAN and the queen dying I guess

I made this, another lineless practice thing and it's kinda lazy and rushed so yeah.

#undertale #sans #sans undertale #undertale sans #ultimate tumblr sexy man #art #artist #fanart

8 notes · View notes

whathas4letters · 2 years

Text

Twitter gonna make Reigen wins against San to be Tumblr ultimate sexy man and there's nothing you can do about it

#mp100 reigen #Twitter #tumblr sexymen

9 notes · View notes

infinitemelancholie · 5 months

Text

I'm going on month 2 of still being mad at him and I guess it's because I'm still bitter at what he said to me. I'm still mad at him for having rejected me. I don't know why either. I thought I didn't really love him but I guess that was a lie I told myself. It's not even him that I was in love with just the future for us that I just kept holding onto and still holding out for.

There's a part of me that really enjoys the fantasy part of a lot of things. When I was younger it was the fantasy of religion and now it's the fantasy of love. Everytime I lose out on that fantasy it hurts and it's hard to move on from and let go of. There's always this sense of if I'd ever be able to go back to how things were but I think ultimately I'm able to it just takes time for me to do so.

I think really deep down I still am religious to a degree or extent. I just haven't figured out that part yet. And I think deep down I still have some kind of feelings for him. Even though I have feelings for him I can't keep living my life pining after him or something. I have to move on and live my life apart from him.

I'm reminded of 13 Going On 30 where Jennifer Garner reconnects with Mark Ruffalo and they like fall in love with each other but Ruffalo calls it off because of his engagement and ultimately I know I need to do the same but I so desperately want to live in the fantasy that he'll come back to me and we'll be together forever. Why do I want to spend my forever with him so badly?

Perhaps it's because I've always wanted to spend forever with him. Idk there's something about him that I guess I've always been into and always wanted in my life. It's not just him being cute and incredibly sexy either. He's smart and sophisticated. He's caring and adventurous. He's sweet and supportive. He makes me see myself differently than I ever have. I feel safe and protected around him. Like I can be myself around him. My real self around him. Ugghh does this mean I'm going to become a dapper guy who goes to symphony concerts now? Maybe so.

I guess I really connected with those parts of me while in school and I probably have been missing out on them since leaving. Maybe I need to realize that if that is who I am I should try to embrace it more and just live more in that space. I don't think I'll dress up everyday because that's not me but maybe I'll allow myself to get caught up in classical music and such again like I did those years ago.

I'm not even doing those things to try and win him over. I'm doing them because I forgot how much I actually enjoyed those things.

I think that's why I missed him so much. He just reconnected me with parts of me that I enjoyed and really maybe it's time I did those things for myself. Maybe what I really need is just allowing myself to experience those things again. Find ways to enjoy them sans him. Maybe I just forgot how to or that I could. Or maybe and more likely I enjoyed having found someone who was into those things.

Ok so what's with the femboy thing because I thought I was trying to once again be the man in the relationship with that or something? Idk maybe I just like fem guys lol.

So now what do we do with this new guy K? I still like him and still want to date him. I like that he's so different from N. I like that he's pulling me out of my shell. I like that he doesn't back down easily and is so passionate. I like that he thinks about others and is considerate of others. I just wish he were a little bit cooler with transgender people but maybe I just need to press him more on that. He did voice support for Palestine and did think Israel is commiting genocide. Unless he did that to gauge my thoughts on that lol. But I mean even if he did feel strongly in the other direction I think he would have like pushed back on that more or something. So I'm going to keep seeing him and hopefully I get to travel to different countries with him or something. See I've never really thought about traveling much but with him I think about it a lot and look forward to it too. I mean he let me come with him to the Bay Area, and I know we'll be back there soon.

0 notes

hvly · 2 years

Text

sans winning the ultimate tumblr sexy man is funny as fuck and no one can tell me otherwise

#the power of the internet #it’s truly beautiful #well to be fair it was literally split 50/50 #but that’s neither here nor there #𓆩𖥔𓆪 — the divine

0 notes

plump-lips-imagine · 4 years

Text

Osomatsu x Reader: Have The Patience To Bake, So That You Get The Perfect Cake (1/?)

* Hey Guys! This is my first Osomatsu-san fic. To celebrate the coming of season 3, I wanted to start practicing my consistency in writing by starting off here, and hopefully Ill grow from here, and then i could do some imagines. Let’s see! Hope you enjoy.**

You don’t really know how you ended up in this situation.

You were currently holding a man on top of you on the side of the street, but he seemed to be passed out as a stream of blood was leaving his nose. The blood staining your shirt wasn’t really bothering but he was really heavy on top of you and considering the situation, you needed to get this man some help!

You decided too quickly grab your phone and call the emergency hotline, and quickly recall all that happened that led you to this predicament in the first place.

- Some Time Earlier -

“I’ll be there in about 20 minuets, Sato-san. We can get some ice cream and discuss scheduling then......Great! See you then! Thank you again!”

*BEEP*

It was a sunny day in Akatsuka, and the streets were busy with people. Several conversations filled the air as the ray of the sun hit your heads. Some cats even made their way into the streets to join the crowd. It was a normal day. Nothing stood out too much in the area. A few fast food joints, small markets, a pachinko parlor here or there. It was something you could get used to living here after just recently moving here. The area was quite cute in its own way.

You continued onward, thinking of the possibilities here as your bakery was doing well with its recent opening. The future was looking bri-

“HOLY SH**, WATCH OUT!”

You body suddenly moved on its own as you ran up to the man wearing a red hoodie. He seemed to notice you screaming at him, his head looking over his shoulder, but you had already tackled him to the ground with a *Thud*.

“OOF!”

“OucH!”

*SCrEE*

You heard the car break to a halt,but you couldn’t see what else was happening because the guy’s hair took over your vision.The tackle caused the two of you to roll on the pavement. This ended up with you ultimately ending up with your back on the ground while he seemed to be tensed up as his face was directly into your chest.

“Sir, are you okay!?”

He said nothing but just blankly stared at your chest that he was still pushed up against. You sat yourself up a bit......his face still in your chest.

“...Sir?”

“...boobs.”

“Huh?”

“Boobs.”

You couldn’t help but look dumbfounded at him as he just shamelessly said “boobs” to you twice. TWICE. Without hesitation. Does he have no shame?!

“Too much...Too close...for a virgin-” Next thing you knew, blood started to flow out of his nose, staining your shirt, and then he fell limp in your lap.

“Oh. Oh dear.”

And that’s how you ended up where you were now. Looks like you’ll have to call Sato again. You're gonna be a little late.

*****

Sigh. Well. Today was interesting. Good thing this was on your day or else this would've been a whole lot more stressful. At least the sunset was looking good.

Admiring the sun saying it's goodbye for today, you strolled outside to explore a little bit. It was gonna take more than a little near death experience and a weird guy to leave your curiosity astray. But....Although you hate to admit it..he was kinda cute.

In a weird way. You did kinda hope he was alright.

Walking along the bridge water stream, you spot a kart-wagon in your vision. A food stand maybe? You could eat.

“Uh...Good Evening?”

“Good Evening! You came to try the world’s best oden!”

“Oden? I never had it before. Is it good?”

“Of course it is, idjit! How can you not try it?! You’re lucky you found the best spot to try it!”

“Well then, I guess I’ll have a seat then!” You don’t know what, but the spirit this dude has in his oden actually makes you wanna try some. You were beyond hungry anyway.

Taking your seat, he makes a small plate. you take a bite as he anticipates your judgement.

“It’s delicious!”

“Of course it is! There was no doubt about it!”

“More Please”

Ha Ha. Flattery won’t get you nowhere.” But apparently it did get you somewhere because he gave you an even bigger plate of oden.

“Thank You!”

“Ehhh? Who are you?”

A new voice made you jump as you weren’t aware of the person sitting next to you on the other side. You could tell by his face that he was clearly drinking. A lot of it too be exact. His face was flushed with a bright red and his eyes were struggling to stay up....wake a minute.

“Hey! It’s you! You're that guy from earlier!”

“Ehhhhhhhhhh?” He sits up a bit to get a better look at you. “EH?! BOOB GIRL!?”

“WHO YOU CALLIN’ BOOB GIRL!? WHAT KIND OF NAME IS THAT?!” Does this guy have no shame?!

“How was I supposed to know? Why’d you suddenly attack me like that anyway? I know I’m hit and everything but you can’t attack a virgin like that You almost killed me!”

Sir-

“I almost killed you?! YOU ALMOST KILLED YOURSELF! What were you thinking walking into ongoing traffic like that!? That’s why I pushed you!”

“......I did? I think I would’ve remembered if I-.”

“You.Did.” You took down a swing of water before you looked back at his drunken stupor. “Look.What were you doing exactly before you went into traffic?”

“I was a pachinko parlor!” He exclaimed with a big grin.

“Uh-huh,and did you win anything?” He seemed to flinch at the question. He was looking anywhere that wasn't your eyes and rubbed the back of his head.

Bingo.

“Ah. You were so disappointed in all that loss of cash that you didn’t even notice a car coming straight for you.”

An non-existent arrow hit him in the back of the head, as he put his head down in shame.

‘Ah, so he does have a little bit of shame.’

“I’ll win next time!” He said with a dumb grin on his face, holding up a thumbs up. 'I WAS WRONG! NO SHAME!'

The Cart Owner just stared at the scene in front of him, crossed his arms and sighed.

“Hey, Lady. I wouldn’t really talk to this guy if I were you. Talking with him and knowing his existence can only bring trouble.” The food cart owner stated.

“Huh!? Chibita! That’s so cruel~. I thought we were friends.”

“Who the hell said you were my friend,you damn idjit!?”

“So mean~! You're starting to sound like Totty. Stop being so mean! It’s bad enough I get it from my brothers!”

"Chibita,huh?” Another drink from your cup, you turned back to the drunken man.

“What’s your name, if you don’t mind me asking?”

He straightened up a little and rubbed his nose, winking at you and pointing to himself. “I’m Matsuno Osomatsu! But you can me Osomatsu, Cute Savior~!”

“Okay, Osomatsu. I’m (L/n) (Y/n), but for you, You can just call me (Y/n).” You decided to playfully flirt back, winking at him in the process. He stared at you blankly again, then his face started turning red, with more blood pulling out of his nose.

“ACK!Another surprise attack! Now you're definitely trying to kill me!”

“What the hell!?” You quickly grabbed his nose and plunged them. “ Tip your head forward and breath from the mouth.” He did what you told him. “Gently now.”

a few seconds later, his nose stopped bleeding.

“There, all better. Now......How did that happen!?”

“It’s your fault! Doing something like that a virgin NEET is a low blow. I might explode,Y’know!?”

“First Off, that shouldn't be possible.Secondly, I know no man that openly states he’s a virgin and a NEET so casually.So shameless yet so brave.”

“So Brave that you wanna date me!”

“No.”

Whaaaaat? Man, the world is so unfair. Even a NEETr like me needs love too. Someone cute needs to take my virginity.....Akatsuka-sensei here my.....prayers.....zzzzzzz..” Osomatsu face plants onto the table, loud snoring.

“He fell asleep?!”

“Tch. Lousy NEET always gets himself from paying his tab. I outta stop serving him. “ Chibita obviously knew the guy too well to look at him so nonchalantly. But still, this isn’t something a normal person will get used too. Wait-.

You look around and see that it was already dark. ‘So late, I gotta get ready for tomorrow.’ You stand up and give the money you owed. “Thank you for the meal, I'll be sure to come back again, Chibita-san.” You look over to Osomatsu. “What are you going to do about him?”

“Eh, I’ll just leave him. This isn’t the first time this happened. He’ll survive, he’s like a parasite.”

Even if what he said is true. It still feels...

You walked over to Osomatsu and draped his arm over your shoulder. “Chibita-san, do you know where he lives? I’ll be able to take him home.”

“HUh?! Well,yeah, but are you sure? There’s no real need to bring him home.”

“Don’t worry. I got time. Plus I think it’ll be easier for you. I’ll bring him home.”

****

And here you were,dragging Osomatsu home with the address Chibita gave you. He was pretty heavy over your shoulder. It didn’t help that he was drooling on your shoulder, and was in and out of consciousness. He was awake enough to talk.

“You smell good~~, can I touch your boobs?”

“No.”

“Pretty Please~~. I already had my face in your boobs, what’s a little grab?”

“No.”

“C’mon~~, I wanna! You're so sexy! Your chest is just begging to be grabbed!”

“Osomatsu-san, I am this close to throwing you in the river.” You emphasize by putting your fingers close together.

“You being angry is so hot. It does things to a guy.”

Sigh. You're almost there. Just drop him off and then you can’t finally sleep.

.....

“KEEP IT IN YOUR PANTS. STOP POKING M-”

****

The Matsuno household.You made it. The house was pretty out of place with the rest of the building but it was cute.

You gently place Osomatsu on the ground, he was finally knocked out. Which was because of your help. He currently had a knot on the side of his head. This Jerk.

Looking over him, he was pretty peaceful even in the current state he was in. He was sucking his thumb and snoring loudly. Not a care in the world.

“He’s like a child. A man baby.” At least he has a cute face so it wouldn’t make it as bad. Sighing, you decided to grab some loose paper and a pen from your purse. Just in case. You never know. HE may be a bit of a jerk, but he was cute in a weird way.

You put your number inside his hoodie, hopefully he’ll notice. Knocking on the residents’ door, you took your leave for tomorrow. You have a busy day tomorrow.

#mr osomatsu #osomatsu-san #osomatsu san #osomatsu matsuno #Osomatsu #osomatsu x reader #Osomatsu Matsuno x reader #osomatsu san imagine #ososan imagine #osomatsu fic #x reader #osomatsu san scenario

53 notes · View notes

mcgrillzdumpinc · 3 years

Text

In Which Nie Huaisang Does Not Know How to Drop It

Summary: Jin Guangyao intercepts one of Nie Huaisang's trade deals. Nie Huaisang won't rest until he gets his revenge. Jiang Cheng would very much like his husband to drop it.

Written for sangchengber day 4 - Crime AU!

Rating: M

Pairing: Sangcheng

Warnings: Talk of sex

ao3 link

“I’m going to kill Yao-ge!”

His husband’s voice echoes through their apartment and into the master bathroom. Until now, Jiang Cheng didn’t even know Nie Huaisang was home.

Sighing and removing the cucumber slices from his eyes, Jiang Cheng calls back, “Welcome home, A-Sang.”

“Hello my love! I’m home!” Nie Huaisang enters the master bath, still dressed to the nines. “Know any contract killers I can hire?”

Jiang Cheng sinks further into his bath. He’d been planning to take the day to himself, away from the family business. But crime doesn’t sleep and, apparently, neither does the weird friend-enemy relationship between Nie Huaisang and Jin Guangyao.

“What happened now?” Jiang Cheng asks as he starts to chew on the cucumber slices.

Nie Huaisang begins disrobing with a significant sigh. “You remember I was going to finalize that trade agreement with the Tang family? They’ll get top of the line ecstasy from the Nie and we’ll get access to their spy network?” Off goes Nie Huaisang’s top, revealing the intricate and lace-like tattoo that encircles his waist. “Well, take a guess at what Yao-ge did!”

Jiang Cheng watches in appreciation as Nie Huaisang removes his black thigh highs. “He killed your contact in the Tang family?”

Then goes the pleated skirt. “Worse! He intercepted the trade and took the deal for himself! Now the Jin will have everything my family was supposed to.” Finally, he removes his satin briefs, gloriously naked and unfairly sexy in front of Jiang Cheng.

“In that case, I don’t think killing him will fix anything,” Jiang Cheng counsels. As Nie Huaisang approaches the bath, Jiang Cheng leans over the bathtub rim, reaching out a hand to grab his husband’s ass.

“Not right now, A-Cheng,” Nie Huaisang says, grabbing Jiang Cheng’s hand to leave an apologetic kiss on the inside of his wrist. “I need to think.” Without bothering to remove his makeup, Nie Huaisang slips into the bath. Thankfully, their tub is more than large enough to accommodate the two of them.

“About killing Jin Guangyao or taking a more civilized route?”

“Would you be mad if I said both?”

“I’d be very annoyed. It’s hard enough making sure the Ouyang and Yao families stay loyal to only the Jiangs. If you start a war with the Jin, I’ll be up to my eyeballs with internal conflict.”

Nie Huaisang clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes. “Fine. I’ll be nice this time.”

“Will you try to make a new trade agreement with the Tang? Or weasel your way into the one Jin Guangyao finalized?”

Nie Huaisang sinks into the bathwater, the bottom of his hair floating with the soap bubbles. “Probably see if I can convince Yao-ge to renegotiate. First I should figure out why he wanted my trade agreement. Then I’ll stick it to that bitch.”

Jiang Cheng smiles and slots himself between Nie Huaisang’s legs, hovering about his husband. “That’s the man I married,” he says, doing his best to sound seductive.

It must work, because Nie Huaisang tucks Jiang Cheng’s hair behind his ear before bringing him in for a searing kiss. “That’s enough thinking for today,” he whispers against Jiang Cheng’s lips.

Jiang Cheng smirks before making himself busy.

~~~

A week later, though, the situation isn’t resolved.

“Little bitch won’t even talk to me,” Nie Huaisang grumbles as he types on his phone. Jiang Cheng’s best guess is that he’s talking to a Jin contact, but he can’t be certain. “The second I mention the Tang deal, everyone clams up. San-ge won’t answer my calls, er-ge is leaving me on read, and now da-ge! My own da-ge! Calls me this morning to tell me to drop the situation. Like I’m going to do that when they’ve got me curious!”

Jiang Cheng would very much like to watch this movie with his husband but, well, he’s used to disappointment.

Pressing pause on Portrait of a Lady on Fire, Jiang Cheng sighs and leans back in the couch. “Want to talk about it?” he asks, putting on his best sarcastic tone.

“I’m sorry, puppy,” Nie Huaisang says without looking up from his phone. He reaches out his hand and Jiang Cheng places it on his knee so Nie Huaisang can rub it apologetically. “I can’t leave this.”

“No, I know.” Sighing again, Jiang Cheng rubs the bridge of his nose. He loves Nie Huaisang more than anything, but he won’t deny there are sides of him that Jiang Cheng can barely stand. His stubborn desire to solve any mystery, for example. Jiang Cheng will never forget what happened after he watched Inception with Nie Huaisang and Wei Wuxian when they were still in their teens. In what was his first glance into his future-husband’s intellect, he saw his then-friend lose himself in Reddit theories about the movie’s ending and pick apart all the possible meanings. That insatiable curiosity was insane then and it is insane now.

Jiang Cheng stands up and turns on the living room lights. Nie Huaisang is still sitting on the couch, buried deep into his phone, his share of the snacks untouched and forgotten. Restraining another sigh, Jiang Cheng decides then and there what he’ll have to do before his husband drives him mad. He won’t like it, not in the slightest, but he’s willing to make due for love.

~~~

Nie Mingjue, Lan Xichen, and Jin Guangyao share an apartment in midtown. Among the many swanky high-rise buildings and metro lines, the trio live in a quaint, three-storey building. It is the last place one would think to look for three of the most powerful names in the criminal underworld as well as just cute enough to appeal to Lan Xichen and Jin Guangyao’s cottage core tastes.

Jiang Cheng presses the buzzer for their apartment – room 303. He knows there is a camera attached to the buzzer and that he didn’t bother wearing a disguise, so he is very surprised when he is allowed entry. As he climbs the stairs, he runs through scenarios in his head. He is wearing a bulletproof vest just in case, but he knows that winning the argument will ultimately come down to sincerity (or how well he can fake sincerity) and word-spinning (or how well he can mimic Nie Huaisang without betraying his pride).

When Jiang Cheng knocks on the door, he is greeted by Nie Mingjue wearing only baggy sweatpants with his long hair tied into a long braid. All arguments immediately leave Jiang Cheng’s head, because it is simply impossible for a mere mlm to not fall victim to the intrinsic sexiness of Nie Mingjue.

“Huaisang sent you?” Nie Mingjue grumbles, sounding so much like a deeper-voiced version of his younger brother.

“Um—no, I came here on my own,” Jiang Cheng stumbles to reply. “I wanted to talk to you. On my own.”

Nie Mingjue rolls his eyes and steps back from the door, allow Jiang Cheng to enter. “I’ll go get the other two.”

The other two arrive in short time. Lan Xichen, as always, is dressed impeccably and like he just walked out of a photoshoot for Vanity Fair. Jin Guangyao, meanwhile, is still in his pajamas, a mismatched set of yellow sweatshirt and light green pants, yet his make-up and hair are not a detail out of place.

“How can we help you, Wanyin?” Lan Xichen asks, serene smile in place as he fills a tea kettle with water.

“If it’s about the Tang deal, please tell Sang-di the answer is still no,” Jin Guangyao adds as he settles into the couch next to Nie Mingjue.

“You know he won’t drop it,” Jiang Cheng responds. When Lan Xichen asks him his preferred tea, he responds anything with chamomile, thank you.

“Neither will I,” Jin Guangyao retorts, smiling politely as Nie Mingjue throws an arm around his shoulders and pulls him against his side.

“I’ve lived with the brat for years,” Nie Mingjue argues, “he’ll drop it in a few weeks.”

“He’ll be a bitch about it for an extra month, though,” Jin Guangyao snarks.

“A-Yao,” Nie Mingjue scolds.

“He’s right, da-ge. Sang-di is a bit of a bitch,” Lan Xichen says.

“I’m his husband and I have to agree,” Jiang Cheng adds.

Nie Mingjue rolls his eyes. “Fine. But you can use nicer language.”

“Here’s the thing, though,” Jiang Cheng starts as Lan Xichen pours hot water into four cups, “Nie Huaisang is a bitch and I love him so much, but this Tang deal is getting in the way of a happy marriage.”

“Suck his dick if you want him to pay attention to you,” Jin Guangyao immediately snarks.

“A-Yao!” Nie Mingjue nearly screeches.

“I have to agree with da-ge on this one, A-Yao. That was a bit far,” Lan Xichen says smoothly as he carries in the tea.

Jiang Cheng takes his cup first. “The problem is that I have! But then right after, it’s back to the Tang deal!”

“Please don’t talk about my didi’s sex life,” Nie Mingjue whines.

“Hm, he really sounds like a Nie alright,” Jin Guangyao says as he takes his cup of tea. “Thank you, Huan-ge,” he adds sweetly to Lan Xichen.

“Please don’t bring me into this argument!” Nie Mingjue cries as he hides his face in Jin Guangyao’s hair.

“Maybe he needs a new project?” Lan Xichen tries as he sets his and Nie Mingjue’s cups on the coffee table.

“I’ve tried getting him interested in some Jiang affairs,” Jiang Cheng says as he settles into a loveseat adjacent to the couch. “He won’t pay them any attention.”

“Jiang affairs are probably boring to him now,” Jin Guangyao advises. “He married into them, after all.”

“Perhaps ask Wei Wuxian? There’s always something interesting going on with him,” Lan Xichen says as he sits down next to Jiang Cheng, looking every bit like somebody’s hot and nice school counselor.

“I’ll, um, I’ll try that,” Jiang Cheng replies. He turns his eyes onto the door, hoping he’ll be able to finish this cup of tea before he’s somehow roped into this weird polycule.

~~~

Lan Xichen’s advice turns out to work. Wei Wuxian has somehow embedded himself in a tricky situation involving the Wen siblings versus the rest of their stupid family. Getting Nie Huaisang involved proves a quick fix to both Wei Wuxian’s bullshit and the Tang deal.

“So was this san-ge’s idea, too?” Nie Huaisang asks after a night of long-overdue sex.

“Xichen’s, actually,” Jiang Cheng replies, curling up around his husband. “But if you’re thinking about trying to weasel your way back into the Tang deal, I will leave you.”

“…Fine. I’ll leave it be,” Nie Huaisang mumbles as he slots himself against Jiang Cheng’s body.

“Good. I love you.”

Nie Huaisang laughs softly. “I love you, too.”

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #sangcheng #nie huaisang #jiang cheng #sangchengber #sangcheng month 2020

12 notes · View notes

blogspersonal707 · 3 years

Text

Borger Alternative Dating

Online Dating Sites Man In Borger, sebastian asian american dating, dating a guy from near zionsville in, harlingen interatial dating. This is a monthly drop-in night for non-transgender people who are in an intimate relationship with a transgender or gender non-binary person. (Relationship meaning: long-term, dating, casual, open or monogamous). The group will provide a space for non-judgmental and uninhibited conversation, support, and resources. Tom carson borger texas dating, Casual dating - meet new people and chat, Online dating sites in the netherlands. Back then, men did not casually speak ayesha mukaddam austin dating women and treated their wives and daughters as chattel property. Do not cons about dating a girl from another country with the customer.

More ways to help Fritch, Texas after wildfires

–St. Andrew’s Episcopal Church Amarillo -Fritch Fire Volunteers — please note! The address for the multi-agency resource center — MARC — has changed. The new address is 308 Ridgeland, Fritch TX 79030. Please follow the Red Cross signs. –Toot’n Totum … Continue reading

Posted inAmarillo, Community, Fires, Lake Meredith, News, Panhandle, Texas, VolunteersTaggedamarillo, Amarillo Area Foundation, Benefit shows, Borger Texas, disaster relief, donate, donations, Fritch Texas, help, Hutchinson County, Hutchinson County Texas, Lake Meredith, May 2014, Pantex Federal Credit Union, Red Cross, St Andrews, Texas Panhandle, Toot n Totum, volunteers, wildfiresLeave a comment

Back then, men did not casually speak ayesha mukaddam austin dating women and treated their wives and daughters as chattel property. Do not cons about dating a girl from another country with the customer.

Las clínicas legales de Ontario realizaron esta semana eventos coordinados para protestar por los severos recortes provinciales aplicados por el gobierno de conservador de Doug Ford a Legal Aid Ontario.

Copyright 2004-2019 Duke University and Duke University Health System, All rights reserved. In his army there were both infidels and women seeking men in chapel hill of Mecca and Medina. Itm glad I did. If you have any questions, please when did river phoenix start dating sue b us at (503) 724-5692 prior to sending your return. Yes, it 'was', I have used the term “was” because Backpage has been already shut down on serious charges such as supporting the cause of human trafficking and sex workers and more specifically because some ads promoted child prostitution. .

What to do when a girl is dating multiple guys

Borger Alternative Dating Videos

For larger things that I seriously reject, rejecting them only leads to more of it. Example stressors that might make someone feel depressed include! Tuesday tom carson borger sexy east texas brunetts dating profile dating Thursday: 8:30 a.m.

All of the students heard the same favorable information, but some were told the bars were broken. Q: Why are the women seeking men in baltimore dramas on television called soap operas.

It makes my day. You may stumble across a winning business venture that requires upfront capital.

Kikwit sex new york casual dating

craiglist women seeking men chattanooga tenesse 5712321083 Oliver-Valdefierro

bored of online dating Muttenz

free dating sites new brunswick canada Manjo

excessively dating after 50 depressing

dating a coworker in california ontogenetically

And meet women seeking men about the male bears. Vielen Dank für die tolle Gastfreundschaft.

Get free dating apps in canada sample essay now. [email protected]. It is generally believed to have been written near the end of the first century to Jewish Christians. As previously reported, the New York State Senate passed a bill last month aimed at strengthening and reforming speed dating corning ny state . Choose from tom non paid dating sites Chhalaborger texas dating local personals and discover singles near you that want to have fun. The auditorium is sunny and decorated in the mode of an Outer Banks vacation rental: bleached wooden floors and pale blue-and-pink wallpaper with a tom carson borger texas dating seashell pattern. Drat, I only got 121: Your age adjusted IQ score is 121 and the average score is 100.”.

Best free online dating sites for bbw

Which oil is the best for its TR D-4D engine.

This way, Dashlane does not bother you hitwe dating site chat a form has nothing to do with creating or why do i never have luck with online dating coastwisein to an account. The Scouts then turned to a well-connected board member to keep the matter out of the news media — an unnamed publisher of local newspapers. Para ello dating apps review reddit tenemos que descargar Play Store en nuestro tom carson borger texas dating

Online dating conversation examples

Just for to share been a Sam’s member since 1997 and Costco since 2009 and I see the difference customer service comes first. The company dating regeln new york Libertada partnership with TV networks, movie studios, and media companies. For some legal age of dating in usa it is a gradual process of simply growing apart. Aug 12, 2019The headline of your dating profile is perhaps the most eye-catching things that opens the doorway to get a dating partner.

Big meat dating san diego

Extroverts (E) are most suitable with Introverts (I). Name : DAVID STEVEN WATSONAddress : 162 CLARA AVE PANAMA CITY FLRace : WSex : MAge : 18Date : 05/01/2018Offense : tom carson borger christian view on dating in high school dating CONDITIONAL RELEASE VIOLATIONBond : 500Agency : BCSO. The Magic Flute dragged Singspiel from the town square onto the stages of Austria’s most prestigious theaters, giving the genre legitimacy in the eyes of the upper class and establishing a theatrical tradition that would eventually lead to Broadway. Curvaceous nude girls show off their hot booties and big boobs on camera.

The runny yolk is great for dipping dating apps like tinder under 18 into. However, even with all our knowledge and technology combined from now free dating sites london ontario the end of time, we will never EVER be able to create the likeness of even a fly (i.e. It does appear unlikely employers or attorneys submitted 900 duplicate H-1B registrations as a way to gain an advantage, particularly given the enormous risks of being eliminated from the lottery entirely. She was especially proud of her children and grandchildren and loved to share her brag book.

Good dating apps in tampa

Yes, in my situation I do know much of what is going on in his home. It seems very adventure and we also going there next week.

If you just ride this rough patch without questioning where it came from, you won’t be doing your relationship any favors.

But you also need to consider their match types, tom carson borger texas dating Whether or not he gets the job on a full-time basis remains to dating for 50 year old woman seen. Everybody needs someone to talk to. After someone breaks into Luis Delgados mother, Lena, and Jamie and Erin tom carson borger texas datingat odds after Jamie seeks her help charging a man who confessed to him while under the influence. Lds online donations sign in. Weisberg once fixed a problem for the 'Mitzvah Lady'. Electric power online dating how many days are a huge problem. Pearson vue texas nurse aide. Mr Dutton rejected suggestions his comments were whipping up racism. Free Rich Wealthy Dating Successful men wanting to be a Sugar Daddy are ultimately caring individuals. Is there to dating a former bad girl another book in the Saxon Stories series. How do I make a claim for a christian dating sites in usa free A person who has a strong sense of self and can regulate their emotions easily doesn’t feel an urge to do tom carson borger texas datingthings.

According to a 2016 NHTSA survey, almost plus size dating houston of DUI-related traffic accidents involve male drivers. Black women-interracial most popular site for younger women seeking older men websites. And the church, in mediaeval times, was the only hierarchy that offered an ambitious, but not nobly born, man a route to the top. Antalya havalimanı trasfer Taşımacılık Hizmeti Sektöründe faaliyet gösteren antalya transfer clk şirketimiz. The chart below answers these questions does pof dating site work to the Class A, Class B and Class C misdemeanor assault charges. Built is hailee steinfeld dating austin mahone feature. And the fact that the troubling allegations, which were provided in detail to Comey and later Wray, were never investigated smacks of an overt cover up.

This is particularly challenging for me now that I’m working towards making my living as a writer.

The percentages of both married and unmarried women with private insurance increase with family income. Ele foi o protagonista da trama fantasiosa da tom carson borger how to approach christian dating dating interpretando Wil Ohmsford. Sometimes (mostly in countries like China) the Internet Service Provider (ISP) masks the IP address and track your best dating sites for 50 year old woman activities. The attack follows a U.S.

I found a joy within me that has never disappeared, not for a single moment.”. Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Panic Attacks, and Stress.

Dating spring hill fl

In a amputate chat rooms dating speech at a right-wing conference in St. Get the latest developmental disability news from Disability Scoop sent straight to your inbox. It aware that some kids go through a phase of enjoying gender-opposite clothing, especially male-to-female.

Borger Alternative Dating Websites

What passes for feminism at the sites mentioned in the article is a giant shit test set up waspy-jewish white women for white men. The impact at the margin where prices are made was large. Read the good reviews parrot owner dating site california also read the bad ones.

Borger Alternative Dating Sites

Lennon DV: The Beatles.

Borger Alternative Dating Site

50 best dating site in the world

It created a construct for purity; a framework where virtue could be is it weird to not be online dating Korostyshivand smell dating san diego could be prevented. I do wish I had this brochure before I started planning as I may have online dating how to ask if they have a record alternative accommodation, but mine is all paid for now and I cant change it. Anyway I will be subscribing to your feeds and even I achievement you access consistently rapidly. Well held third in the Tolworth last time and has had a wind operation since.

1 note · View note

steebharringt0n · 5 years

Text

cat’s in the cradle

infant | toddler | child | teenager | young adult

a 5-part story exploring the relationship between billy hargrove and his first-born son, adam

pairing: billy hargrove x you

rating: t

a/n: thank you all for the feedback, this has been super fun to write so far and i’m so happy to see it receive so much love, if you’ve missed a part, I have linked them up top! enjoy!

---

part 3 - child

“Ma! I can’t find my baseball glove!”

“Mommy, mommy, mommy!”

“MA! MY GLOVE!”

“MOMMY!”

Your head was going to explode if your children would not shut up.

The Hargrove household was in it’s usual chaos mode. Backpacks and shoes had a permanent place by the front door, the living room wall was adorned with pictures of the kids, pictures of you and Billy, pictures of you, Billy and the kids, and a couple with Max and your parents in them. It was Saturday morning and Adam had his championship little league game. The Sunset Cliff Tigers were on a hot streak and as usual, the four of you were running late because your husband just loved to take his sweet time showering. You were in the kitchen quickly stuffing snacks and drinks for the team, it was your job as the coach’s wife to always bring after game snacks - plus you always brought the best snacks.

10-year old Adam came rushing into the kitchen, his square glasses adorning his face as he frantically searched around the area for his lucky baseball mitt. His blond hair had darkened out as he got older, turning into a dirty blond that matched Billy’s hair. All dressed up in his yellow and white striped uniform, you heard the loud clacking of his baseball cleats roam around the kitchen.

“Adam, you left it in the laundry room” you casually told him, zipping up the large snack bag.

Adam blinked blankly, then quickly turned on his heels and ran over to the laundry room. You heard small puttering steps come into the kitchen, accompanied by a mischievous giggle you knew too well.

“Mommy, mommy, mommy!”

Ah, yes, Ava.

5-year old Ava Grace Hargrove was a carbon copy of you - minus the blue eyes. She had the same hair, same smile, same nose, and she even laughed the same way you did.

But my god, was she nothing like you. She was everything Billy, and it terrified you.

The mere thought of her turning into an angry, rebellious teenager gave you nightmares. She was nothing like your sweet boy, in fact they were the complete opposite of each other. Ava threw tantrums, Ava hated eating her vegetables, and oh man, don’t even think about reading her a bedtime story - she found them incredibly boring. She was loud, rebellious, and had a knack for getting into trouble.

She got along swimmingly with her Auntie Max.

But she knew how to work her way around you and Billy. She had a look - pretty much the same look that Billy would give to charm his way through situations. She would hang her lower lip in a pout, bat her long eyelashes and suddenly you and Billy were turned into goo.

Billy more than you. She had him wrapped around his finger, she was always able to weasel her way out of getting into trouble when Billy was around. His little princess could do no wrong in his eyes. He was there for every boo-boo, every cold, every flu. He was incredibly protective of her, more than he was with you in high school, and that’s saying something.

With a loud sigh escaping your lips, you turned to face your daughter, “Yes baby?”

Standing barefoot, with her long barbie pajamas, she gave you a grin, “I want my cheerios”

You quickly whipped out a sandwich bag, shoving handful of cheerios and zipping it close.

Being a full time mom, and teacher had its perks. You were a master multi-tasker, simultaneously grading papers, cooking dinner, doing laundry, putting your kids to bed and still find time with your husband? You were like Wonder Woman in Billy’s eyes.

You approached Ava, crouching down to her size. The bag of cheerios dangled in your hand, Ava went and tried to get a grab at it but you swiped it away before she could. She let out a angry grumble,

“You’ll get your cheerios when you go get dressed - we’re already late Ava Grace, I laid out your clothes for you on your bed, go change.” you ordered, your head gesturing towards her bedroom. Ava nodded at you, letting out a giggle before she scampered upstairs to her lilac colored room.

You scanned around the kitchen, making sure you didn’t forget anything else to pack. You had snacks, drinks, first-aid, sunscreen (yes, you were THAT mom). You heard the thundering footsteps of Billy come down the stairs, “Let’s go! We’re already late!” he shouted.

He poked his head into the kitchen flashing you a smile that still, at 30 years old, made you weak in the knees. “Ready momma?”

He donned on a yellow baseball cap, the words coach written in white, bold letter words. When Adam had expressed interest in little league, Billy jumped at the chance to coach his team. It was pretty much the only thing they had in common. Adam had no interest in cars, no interest in his dad’s lame old music, no interest in surfing, they had nothing in common.

Except for their love of baseball.

Billy and Adam held season passes to the San Diego Padres. They wouldn’t miss a game if their life depended on it. Hell, Billy even closed shop early one day in order to catch a game.

It was their thing, their little club, and your heart would swell when the two of them would come bursting into the house, their hands sticky from eating popcorn, their shirts stained with mustard from the hot-dogs, with large smiles on their faces, drunk on all the fun they had at the game.

Although they both couldn’t be any different, their love for baseball is what kept their bond tight.

“I’m waiting for our little hellraiser to get dressed” you told him, leaning forward on the kitchen island.

“My little Ava? My little princess who can do no wrong?” he dramatically feigned hurt, his hand placed over his heart.

He leaned over the kitchen island, meeting you halfway. Your noses grazed one another as you felt his minty breath on your face.

“What do I get when we win today?” he huskily spoke. After being together for over 10 years, you both were still crazy in love with each other since the first time he laid eyes on you when he walked into Hawkins High. Albeit you both were older, but his features had become more defined, his jaw more chiseled, his shoulders more broad - he still had that ugly tattoo on his shoulder (which both Adam and Ava marveled over) but he was still as sexy as ever.

“Hmm ... I dunno, maybe you’ll get to first base, maybe a little bit of second base ... not sure if you’ll hit a homerun though ... “ you playfully teased.

Billy’s raised an eyebrow, “Is that a challenge, Hargrove?”

“You bet your ass Hargrove”

“Ew, what are you guys doing?”

You quickly placed a peck on his lips as Adam’s voice broke the conversation between the two of you.

You smiled sweetly at your son who was now wearing a matching yellow baseball cap, walking over to him, “Nothing, did you find your glove?”

He pulled his old, ratted glove from under his arm, waving it in the air. “Got it right here, Ava! Let’s go!” he shouted at the stairs.

“I’m coming!” she shouted back, running from out of her room, her [Y/H/C] hair all wild as she carefully walked down the steps. All dressed up in her yellow overalls to match the team color, and white shoes, she looked absolutely adorable and for a second you forgot how much a little spitfire she could be.

“Daddy, daddy, I wore yellow for you!” she exclaimed happily, pushing her hair out of her face as she proudly showed off her yellow overalls. Billy scooped up his daughter, planting kisses all over her cheeks. He rested her on his hip, “I have my own cheerleader, whaddya know!”

You walked over to Billy and Ava and handed her the ziplock bag, she eagerly took it from your hands, and immediately started to shove the cheerios in her mouth.

The four of you quickly ushered out of the house, piling into Billy’s top of the line 1997 Honda CR-V, or as commonly known as, the family car. Billy’s poor old camero was collecting dust in the garage. He rarely had time to drive it around, but he knew one day he would pass on his first baby to Adam.

The drive to the baseball field was quick, but the crowds were already getting large. The Sunset Cliffs Tigers were going up against the Hillcrest Sharks - this was turning out to be a big game. Adam knew how difficult this team would be, but he wouldn’t let it effect his game. He didn’t want to let his father down.

Billy pulled the car into park, and Ava quickly jumped out of her booster seat, running towards the concession stand where you promised to buy her ice cream if she behaved well. You gave both your boys a good luck kiss (and a swat to Billy’s ass for good measure) as they headed down towards the coach’s box to huddle up with the team.

You caught up with Ava, who was having a hard time deciding on whether to choose chocolate or vanilla ice cream. Ultimately she ended up going with both. The two of you then found a spot on the bleachers, right behind the coach’s box as the game started to get underway.

The Tigers started out with a strong lead, hitting home runs left and right, but it was up until the 5th inning that the Sharks were quickly catching up to them. By the time the 9th inning rolled around the game was tied, 5-5, and it was a nail-biter.

Adam was on third base, he was so close to home base that he could feel it under his cleats. He pushed his glasses up, his neck turning towards you and Ava as you happily waved and gave him a thumbs up.

“You got this baby!” you shouted, Ava’s sticky hands that were covered in soft serve ice cream clapped along with you.

Suddenly, Adam got nervous. The crowds, the expectation, it all hit him at once.

He looked up at his father who could clearly read his nerves, and Billy called a time-out.

Adam jogged his way over to the coach’s box, a panicked expression on his face.

“Dad, I can’t do it, I can’t slide”

Billy crouched down to Adam’s height, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder, “Hey, hey, where did this come from?”

Adam shook his head, “I don’t wanna mess up, I don’t wanna lose.” Adam paused, sucking in a breath, “I don’t want to disappoint you”

Billy’s heart clenched at those words. It was like staring at a mirror when he gazed over at a nervous Adam. The painful memory of Neil berating him for not sliding properly at his own little league game suddenly entered his mind. He remember how terrified he was when Neil grabbed his arm, shaking him violently for not listening - for disappointing him.

For being a pussy.

But Billy isn’t Neil. He is nothing like Neil.

Billy placed both hands on Adam’s shoulder as he hung his head low. Billy lifted his son’s chin up, adjusting his glasses, and sweeping his sweaty hair out of his face.

“Win or lose, slide or not, I am proud of you no matter the outcome. You will never disappoint me Adam.”

Adam’s bottom lip trembled as he nodded at his father. Billy then stood up and engulfed his son in a tight hug. Billy pulled away, adjusting Adam’s yellow baseball cap. With a watery smile on his face, Adam jogged back to third base, a new wave of confidence instilled in him.

Jacob Richardson was up to bat, and as soon as the pitcher threw the ball, Jacob swung with all his might, the loud clack of the ball hitting the bat echoed throughout the field. All eyes were on Adam as he started to run towards home base. His cleats digging in the dirt, his arms woosh-ing by his side. He didn’t have time to think, but he went ahead and took the leap.

He threw himself onto the ground, feeling the rocks pierce his skin, the dirt burning his arm as he slid towards the base. His glasses were complete dirty, obstructing his vision. He outstretched his arms until the felt the home base plate under him.

“SAFE!”

The crowd roared with excitement. Adam jumped up, swiping his glasses off his face to see his teammates rush towards him. Lifting him up on their shoulders and parading him around. You and Ava ran out to the field, running over to Billy who was being handed the championship trophy. You placed a big sloppy kiss on his mouth, he was grinning from ear to ear as you pulled away from him. Billy then ran out to his team, handing Adam the championship trophy as his teammates placed him on the ground.

“I did it dad! I slid!” Adam beamed, his entire face caked with dirt.

Billy swept Adam in a hug, “You did! and I am so, so proud you”

You and Ava ran out to the field, and as soon as Billy let Adam go from his hug, you pulled your baby boy and held him tight against your chest.

“Oh my baby boy is a little league champion! I am so proud of you!” you exclaimed.

“Ma .. you’re embarrassing me ...” he muttered as you started to clean away at his face. No son of yours was going to look dirty for the championship photo. You felt tears prick your eyes as you stared down at your boy, the pride you felt for him made you feel overwhelmed, and you had a take a second to calm yourself down.

You probably snapped a million pictures of the whole team, but the favorite picture you took was of the three people who you loved the most. Billy holding Ava in his arms, Adam standing right beside them with the championship trophy in his hands, showing it off with a proud smile.

After a long celebration with the team (with lots of cake and pizza) the four of you headed back towards the car. Ava being Ava, consumed way too much cake and had a sugar crash. She ended up passed out on Billy’s shoulder, crumbs of chocolate cake decorated her lips as small snores escaped from her mouth. Billy had his other arm wrapped around your shoulder, Adam walking right beside you with the trophy in his hands.

“So am I getting scoring a home-run tonight?” he cockily spoke in your ear, his eyebrows wiggling suggestively.

“Wait you guys are playing baseball tonight? Can I play?!” Adam suddenly interjected. Billy was apparently not a good whisperer.

Ava suddenly awoke from her slumber, her eyes wide and alert, “I wanna play too! I wanna play baseball! I wanna score homeruns!” she whined.

Billy’s eyes almost bulged out of his head, and you almost choked, “Ava you are never scoring a homerun” Billy managed to utter out.

This in turn caused Ava to start whining even more, and for Adam beg, to plead to play baseball with his parents.

Luckily they were too young to realize the sexual euphemism that Billy had tried on you.

You jabbed Billy on his side, throwing him a look, “Real smooth Casanova, real smooth”

---

tag list: @the-first-breath-of-autumn-air @justabeautiful-letdown @fab-notfat @tarahell @noodlenerd101 @crazylittlethingcalledobsession @letdecemberburninflames @kake-babe @barbarasbae @delqcour @wearewiththebands @oogachuggaoogaoogachugga

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove imagine

336 notes · View notes

madpanda75 · 5 years

Text

“As Long As You Love Me” Part One

A song fic hosted by @thefanficfaerie for her Backstreets Back Challenge. I chose “As Long As You Love Me” and now that song is forever in my head. Two will be posted tomorrow. A HUGE shoutout to @sass-and-suspenders for being my support while I wrote this angsty novella and for giving me the brilliant idea in the first place! 😘

Warning: Long fic (4000ish words)

Story takes place during “Undiscovered Country.” Yes, THAT episode...you know the one

Rafael sat in the back of the classroom, biting back a smirk as he watched you deliver your closing argument for a mock trial, wiping the floor with the prosecution team. As a favor to a friend, he was guest lecturing for a semester at Columbia University.

“Mr. Barba, the evidence presented by the prosecution is weak and circumstantial at best. Mr. Haines had done odd jobs and worked as a gardener for Mrs. Ellis which explains why his muddy footprints, and his blood from an injury sustained on the job were found at the crime scene. Furthermore, the coroner’s report stated that time of death was between 5pm and 7pm on the evening of May 20th. My client was four hours away at a family reunion in Boston and it was confirmed by multiple people that he was present the entire time. Does the prosecution really expect us to believe that Mr. Haines drove four hours back to Mrs. Ellis’ home, in rush hour traffic no less, murdered her in cold blood, buried her body, hid the weapon, cleaned himself up, then drove four hours back to Boston in time for s’mores around the campfire with his cousins?”

Even though he knew you already won, Rafael sat quietly, pursing his lips as he pretended to deliberate over your argument. After a moment he walked to the front of the class, a smile slowly spread across his face, “Congratulations, Ms. Y/L/N. I believe you just won your case.”

You beamed, bouncing up and down on the balls of your feet before looking over at the prosecution team, who were less than enthused. “Sorry,” you mumbled. “It was a good try.”

After your victory, Rafael dismissed everyone. It was the last day of class and students couldn’t get out fast enough, excited to celebrate after a long hard semester. You took your time, packing up your things, hoping to get a chance to speak with your guest professor.

Rafael was confident and sexy. You had never known anyone to discuss torts and mens rea with as much passion and fire as he did. He was mesmerizing, drawing you in like a moth to a flame.

Once the classroom was empty, you walked up to him, unable to conceal the blush forming on your cheeks. “Thanks for a great class, Mr. Barba. I really learned a lot under you.” You closed your eyes, shaking your head upon realizing your innuendo. “I mean not under you...but…ummm you were hard and I liked that. Well...not hard that way...not in the sense that I thought you had an erection...but..ummm..” You rambled on, digging yourself into a bigger hole, your pink tinged cheeks turning beet red. “And you want to be a lawyer? You can barely form a sentence,” you thought to yourself.

Rafael laughed, you had caught his eye since the first day of class. You were brilliant with razor sharp focus and not to mention beautiful. No other woman had ever made his heart skip a beat the way you did, not even Yelina. “I know what you meant, Ms. Y/L/N. Congratulations on winning your case today. Ever think about becoming a prosecutor?”

“I thought about it, but I really want to pursue human rights. Working with NGOs or non-profits.”

“An admirable career,” he smiled at you, clenching his fist to keep from tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Whatever you pursue, I know you’ll be an amazing lawyer.”

“Thanks,” you softly said. Letting out a deep breath, you decided to be bold. “So even though I’m going into an entirely different field of the law. I’d love to know what the day to day life of being a lawyer is really like. Maybe if you’re free we could grab coffee or something and I can pick your brain.”

He quirked an eyebrow at you, a smirk firmly planted on his face, “Are you asking me out, Ms. Y/L/N?”

You bit your lip, your heart pounding in your chest, “Can I plead the fifth?”

He subtly looked you over before glancing down at his watch, “As of 5 minutes ago, I’m no longer your teacher so how about instead of coffee, we grab dinner?”

You shyly smiled, looking up at him from beneath your lashes, “I’m free now, if you are?”

“Well then let’s go,” he said, grabbing his briefcase and jacket, leading you out of the classroom.

***

You paced the living room floor, worrying your bottom lip as you dialed Rafael’s number. The sounds of the city that never sleeps could be heard from outside your apartment, but all you wanted to hear in that moment was your boyfriend’s voice on the other line. Instead you got his voicemail. You sighed in frustration, waiting for the obligatory beep to leave a message.

“Hey, mi amor, can you call me back when you get this. You were supposed to be home from the hospital 2 hours ago. I’m not trying to be a nag, I’m just worried about you.”

Hanging up the phone, you plopped down on the couch. Something was wrong. You could feel it deep in the pit of your stomach. Over the past few months, Rafael had been struggling with his cases, often coming home late at night with the weight of the world bearing down on his shoulders.

This recent case in particular hit the ADA hard. You remember him reluctantly telling you about the mother and father standing on opposite sides of the fence, each believing they knew the right choice to make for their dying child.

You knew Rafael was torn over prosecuting the case. It brought back memories of when he was in a similar situation, ultimately deciding not to end his own father’s suffering when he was put on life support. You felt helpless, watching the man you love being eaten away at by his job, tormented by the decisions he had to make. If he even could make those decisions sans bias sans judgement.

Lady Justice may be blind, but looking at that dying beautiful baby boy and his heartbroken parents, Rafael wanted nothing more than to rip the blindfold off. But as Jack McCoy said, they were not in the compassion business.

You were about to call him again when the sound of the apartment door opening stole your attention away from the phone. “Raf? Is that you?” You leapt off the couch and ran to the foyer. “Are you ok? I’ve been calling non-stop. Why didn’t you pick up your--”

You stopped dead in your tracks when you saw your boyfriend. His appearance shook you to the core. A mixture of sadness and fear etched in his face. His eyes slightly wild and glossy with tears. A shroud of darkness looming over him.

“Raf, what’s wrong?” You softly asked.

Rafael stared at the ground, studying the hardwood floor, shaking his head. “I did it,” he whispered.

“Did what?” Your mouth went dry as you took a cautious step towards him, like you would approach a wounded frightened animal. “Mi amor, what did you do?”

“I turned off the machine. I...ended his…suffering. I had to do it. I had --” he looked up at you, his eyes vacant for a second before a look of shock slowly spread across his face. “Dear God, what have I done? What have I done? What have I done?” In an instant, Rafael collapsed to his knees, his body wracked by sobs.

You ran to him, holding him close as he cried, clutching fistfuls of your shirt in his hands. Rafael, the man who was a lion in the courtroom, fierce and commanding, was falling apart in your arms. You rocked him back and forth like a child, running your hand through his hair, trying to soothe him as best you could.

Eventually, you both made it to the bedroom. Rafael laid his head on your chest, telling you everything that had happened. About how the judge needed to appoint a guardian ad litem, the prolonged pain Drew experienced every day of his life, the agony his mother felt, how he told her to leave the room, Bach’s cantatas, the orange roses, the peace after so much suffering, the silence afterwards.

Rafael was sensible, pragmatic, he knew what the law and the potential repercussions of his actions. You didn’t necessarily agree with what he did, but you understood why he did it. Tears ran down your cheeks as you listened, holding him even tighter, whispering that everything was going to be ok over and over again. It was the only thing you could do as the two of you cried together in the dark.

***

The next morning you slipped out of bed, not wanting to disturb Rafael. After a long and restless night, he had finally managed to fall asleep. Sipping on your coffee, you sat at the breakfast bar while typing an email when he came into the kitchen.

“Hi,” you softly smiled at him. “How are you feeling?”

He didn’t respond, choosing instead to pour himself a cup of coffee. You watched as he sipped from his Harvard Law mug while flipping through the New York Times. It was unsettling, the way he was acting as if nothing happened the night before.

“I told my boss I would be out today,” you said. “I thought we could talk, spend the day together. Maybe figure out what the next steps are.”

Rafael set the paper down, moving to rinse out his mug in the sink. “I can’t. I have a meeting at the D.A.’s office and then I’m going to meet that lawyer, Dworkin. He defended Byron Marks, the rapist Fin tracked down in Cuba. He’s repugnant, but I think he’ll be a good lawyer to represent me if they plan to indict.”

You stared at him, your mouth agape, hearing him talk about picking a defense attorney to represent him as casually as if he were debating whether to wear his polka dotted suspenders or striped ones. “Can I at least come with you? We can talk to Dworkin together.”

He shook his head, giving you a chaste peck on the cheek. “Thanks for the offer, but I should go on my own.” He walked down the hallway, calling over his shoulder, “I won’t be late.”

You sat there for a minute before walking into the bedroom, Rafael was already in the shower. You bit your lip, your hand hovering over the doorknob to the bathroom, wanting nothing more than to burst right in and demand he talk to you. With a sigh, you dropped your hand and walked to the closet to get dressed, unable to muster the courage. “Maybe he needs some time to process everything?” You thought as you picked out an outfit. “He’ll be fine. We’ll get through this together.”

***

It had been a rough month. Rafael had been placed on administrative leave by the D.A.’s office until the trial. If he wasn’t wandering around the apartment aimlessly, he would be out working with Dworkin on his case or meeting with Olivia, always keeping you at arm’s length. He had completely shut you out. Apart from the polite exchange of pleasantries and small talk, he would say nothing more to you about how he was feeling. Now with the trial only a week away, the tension was palpable, hanging heavy in the air.

Hoping to relieve some of that tension, you thought a night out would help your boyfriend let loose and forget about his troubles. Tonight the law firm you worked at was hosting its annual charity dinner. You and Rafael always attended, drinking and socializing. You were considered the “It” couple, the sharp tongued, handsome ADA and the gorgeous human rights lawyer.

Rafael aimlessly flipped through channels, waiting for you to get dressed. “Y/N, are you almost ready? We’re going to be late.”

“I’ll be right there,” you shouted from the bedroom.

He sighed and turned off the TV, hearing a rustling of paper beside him. Looking down, he spied a newspaper stuck between two couch cushions. He grabbed the paper only to see a picture of him standing on the courthouse steps surrounded by reporters, his face grim and solemn. Above the picture was a title that read, “ADA Murder Trial in One Week.” Rafael audibly swallowed as he skimmed the article. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves and keep his hands from shaking even more than they already were.

You came upon the scene and froze, silently cursing yourself for not throwing away that damn newspaper. Nervously shifting from foot to foot, you cleared your throat to get his attention, “I’m ready.”

He looked back and gave you a tight smile, getting up to grab his coat. You gripped his arm, pulling him back to you. “Ya know, we don’t have to go tonight,” you said, adjusting his bow tie. “We could just cancel. Stay in, relax, get naked,” you purred, kissing his jaw. Although sex was the furthest thing from your mind, at least it would be some sort of connection with Rafael.

“No, it’s ok. We should go,” he turned towards the door, leaving you no choice but to follow him.

***

You sipped on your wine, making small talk with Gary, your paralegal, catching Rafael’s eye from across the room as he sat at your table, drinking his scotch. Throughout the evening, he tried to avoid talking or being around as many people as possible, afraid that someone would bring up the trial.

As the band began to play soft music, you were finally able to tear yourself away from Gary and make your way back to your boyfriend. “So tell me, what’s a girl gotta do to steal a dance with the sexiest man in the room?”

Rafael chuckled, tipping his glass, watching the amber liquid tilt and catch the light of the candles on the table. “Not sure. Why don’t you ask him?”

“Please, baby. Dance with me,” you pouted your lips, looking at him with big doe eyes as you batted your lashes.

For the first time in weeks, he smiled a real smile at you, his eyes happy and light. A warmth spread through your body when he smiled at you like that, shooting straight through your heart. “Sure,” he offered his hand to you. He couldn’t say no to you if he tried. Once on the dance floor, he gripped your waist, holding you close, your bodies swaying to the music.

You looked into his hypnotic green eyes, running your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, “Thanks for coming with me tonight. I couldn’t be here without you by my side,”

“Always, cariño,” he softly said. You blushed, the room fading away, leaving only you and him. No trial, no pain, no fear, just two people who loved each other.

“Y/N!” Gary called out to you. You softly groaned, unhappy that your perfect moment was interrupted.

Your paralegal walked over to you and Rafael, “Y/N, they need all the partners for pictures right now.”

“Ok, I’ll be right there,” you replied before looking at Rafael, “I’ll be one minute.”

“Take your time,” he said.

As Gary pulled you off the dance floor, you looked back at your boyfriend playfully rolling your eyes. He smiled and went back to the table, watching as the photographer snapped pictures of you and the older partners along with various members of charity organizations. You were the youngest member of your law firm to be made partner. He was so proud of your accomplishments. From the moment he met you, Rafael knew you were destined for great things.

“Hey! I know you!” said a voice by the bar. Rafael turned his head and saw one of your co-workers drunk, stumbling towards him. “You’re the guy who killed that baby!” The man slapped him on the back, “Damn! Let me get you a drink. Gotta live it up now. You may be put away for murder in a few weeks,” he laughed, finishing the last of his drink.

The ADA stiffened, nervously glancing around to make sure no one else was paying attention. “Excuse me, I have to go,” he abruptly got up from his chair, tugging at his bowtie which seemed to be too tight. He left the room in need of fresh air, looking back at you one last time before leaving.

***

The ride home was silent. After the pictures were taken and you had finally found Rafael, he asked if you could leave, practically pushing you out the door, not answering any of your questions. When you got back, he walked into the apartment, making a beeline for the scotch.

You gritted your teeth. Like pot that had been ignored and bubbled over, you had reached your boiling point. “Alright, enough!” You stomped over to him, snatching the scotch from his hand and downing it in one big swig. Rafael stared at you, completely stunned. You slammed the empty glass down, “I can’t stand this silence anymore, it’s driving me crazy. You’ve been walking around here like a zombie for weeks.” You pinched the bridge of your nose before reaching out and placing his hands in yours, “Rafi, por favor, mi amor. Talk to me, please.”

“Why are you still here?” He mumbled, stepping away from you.

“What?”

“I said, why are you still here,” he repeated a little louder.

“What do you mean, why am I here?! This is my home, Rafael. You are my home,” you placed your hand over his chest where his heart laid, beating against your palm.

He pushed your hand away, “Well I’ve got news for you, your home is broken. I can’t be your home anymore.”

You vehemently shook your head, cupping his face in your hands, “You are not broken. I know you don’t mean that. I love you. We love each other.”

He scoffed, “You love me? Are you going to love me when I go to jail and you have to visit me through 6 inches of plate glass,” he laughed but there was no humor behind it.

His words stung as if he doubted your love for him. As if he thought that you would abandon him during one of the hardest moments of his life. “Rafi...I--”

“Have you seen the papers!?” He interjected. “I’m a murderer, a monster. I know what they think when they see us. Here’s Y/N, youngest partner at her law firm and oh there’s her boyfriend, he went to trial for murdering a baby.”

“Is this about tonight? Did something happen?”

“It’s not just tonight!” He exclaimed causing you to flinch. “It’s every day! This trial, my actions, they will always be over your head. Is that how you want to live your life?”

“I don’t care about that! None of that matters to me! All that matters is you and me. You are NOT the man they say you are!” You shouted before winding your arms around him, although he didn’t hug you back. He stood there like a statue, knowing if he were to return your embrace, he would breakdown in your arms. You inhaled deeply, smelling his cologne mixed that familiar scent that was Rafael, your tears wetting his dress shirt. “I know you, not them and I’m telling you that I don’t care what happens or what you did. I will love you and be there for you no matter what.”

Unwrapping his arms from around you, he grabbed your hand, leading you to the door. “Get out,” he softly said.

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Get out,” he growled. “I’m not going to stand here and watch you ruin your life.” There was a silent stare down between you both, waiting for the other person to make the next move. “Get out!” He barked.

“No. I’m not going to do that, Rafael,” you whispered. “You need me, we need each other, that’s the only way we will survive this.”

“Get out,” he said in a dangerously low tone. You stood there, rooted to the spot, refusing to leave. “Fine, if you won’t leave, then I will,” he turned and left, slamming the door behind him so hard the walls vibrated.

***

Letting out a shaky breath you didn’t realize you had been holding in, you silently made your way back to the couch. You curled up in a ball and wept, waiting for Rafael to come home, waiting for him to come back to you.

You cried for hours after he left, eventually falling asleep on the couch. Only to be woken up by the loud ADA clumsily stumbling into your home. “Raf,” you croaked out, sitting up to turn on a lamp.

Rafael came into the room, a big cheesy smile planted on his face, his bowtie undone, hair askew. “There she is! The woman that just doesn’t quit. All my other failed relationships, they all left, but not you, because you are stubborn,” he pointed to you and giggled. “Almost as stubborn as me...almost.”

He tripped over his own feet, trying to get closer to you, nearly falling over on the coffee table in the process. “Have you been drinking?” You asked.

“Now I see why they give you the big bucks. You don’t miss a trick,” he said with a wink, his body swaying from side to side, the man was snarky even while intoxicated.

You got up and went over to him, gently trying to lead him to the bedroom. Although herding cats seemed like a much easier mission than putting a drunk Rafael to bed. “Come on, mi amor,” you took his hands and led him down the hall. “Let’s go to bed.”

He leaned over, placing his body weight, on you, pinning you up against the wall as he sloppily kissed down your neck, the sharp ethanol smell of whiskey on his breath stinging your nostrils, “Mmmm if I go to jail, maybe they’ll let us have conjugal visits. What do you think?” He slurred against the hollow of your throat. “Think the boss will let you off work early to fuck me in one of those teeny tiny trailers.”

He pulled back, his eyes going wide, “Ooo will you smuggle contraband in for me like good coffee and a law book that has a toothbrush turned into a shiv hidden in the pages.”

“Shhh, we’ll talk about that later,” you replied. Finally you both made it the bedroom. By the time you had stripped him of his clothes, you felt like you had just run a marathon. “I need to work out more,” you mumbled, wiping the sweat off your brow.

After placing a glass of water and two ibuprofen by his side of the bed, you laid down, Rafael immediately curling up against you.

“Y/N,” he choked out. “I’m scared.”

You rubbed soothing circles into his back. “I know. I’m scared too, but we’ll get through this together,” you whispered. “Just rest, baby.”

The next morning, you reached a hand out, still half asleep, expecting to find the warmth of your boyfriend’s body next to you. Instead you were greeted by cold rumpled sheets.

“Rafael?” You sleepily mumbled, sniffing the air in search of the coffee he usually made, only to find nothing. Getting out of bed, you padded down the hall, the apartment was still dark and eerily calm. Then you saw it, a slip of paper next to a framed picture of you and him smiling and laughing at happier times. As you read the short note, you could feel your heart drop down to your stomach.

I’m so sorry, mi amor. I’m doing this for your own good. You deserve someone better than me. I’ve already destroyed my life, my career. I can’t stand the thought of taking you down with me. I love you. -Raf

The letter slipped from your fingers, wafting down to land at your feet. You immediately grabbed your phone, calling Rafael’s number only to hear his voicemail on the other line.

@obfuscateyummy @southern-magnolia @eclecticminded @glimmerglittergirl @katmstanton @beltzboys2015-blog @letty-o @sonnysdoll @lyssa1385 @sweetsummertime99 @burningsorr0ws @gibbs274 @izzythefanfreak @riodallas @sweetcannolicarisi @babypink224221 @amirightcounsellor @livxrafa @delia26

#rafael barba #rafael barba fic #rafael barba fanfic #rafael barba imagine #rafael barba x reader #barba #barba fic #barba imagine #law and order svu fic #law and order svu imagine #backstreet boys #backstreets back challenge #backstreetsbackchallenge

158 notes · View notes

clawzetto · 5 years

Note

Any thoughts of all the characters of the Masked Singer so far? The last would be your favorites.

you have unleashed this question and now i will not hold back. (this is going to be long im so sorry fdjkfdsjfk)

ok season 1 + 2 has a total of 28 characters and of course im biased to the first one but i am warming up to the season 2 characters.. ugh theyre all so good... i’ll start in reverse order according to the character sorter i made

—————————————————————————————————

flower - im scared of her. BUT she sings so good 😭 my pops thinks she’s tina turner... me and ma say it’s patti labelle. i think she’ll make it far in the competitionbee - i was scared of her too. but honestly the costume grew on me... miss gladys come thru! she was my friends fav 🐝butterfly - THE INSECT COSTUMES SCARE ME i DONT KNOW WHY THEY JUST DO. shes a good singer but i get her & widow confused a lot 😭egg - i was NOT crazy abt him at first but like.. wow. after watching him perform.. swagger leaped out. i like him now he is cooltree - THE COSTUME IS SILLY. i appreciate her holday spirit & festive aura. she really is a tree huh!flamingo - she could be peacock’s girlfriend 😳 no clue who this is.. is guessing a youtuber too obvious...?alien - she looks like an invader zim character. i like it. miss jackson snapped!ladybug - SCARED OF INSECTS BUT her costume is cute when i see how expressive she is 🐞pineapple - bro.. this dude is old as hell props to him FJDFJDK wow his mindblack widow - alas... i am afraid. the costume is dope tho. when she came out struttin on stage.. ok werk miss widow!raven - she makes me sad. i care her 😭 shes vry dark and gothic and i vibe w that. she is cool i care herdeer - i LIKE HIM BECAUSE HE’S CREEPY THATS IT. FJKSLjskeleton - oh hello mr bones.. 💀 hes funny and short i like him ugh.. sans undertale WHO? fdhjkfer is he danny devito or sumn LFMSDAlion - i LEGIT THOUGHT SHE WOULD WIN SEASON 1... i was literally so shocked when she got eliminated i was like 😲 she made it so far tho i was proud of her. queenpoodle - that shit was literally so funny ken was so shook when she was revealed 😂😂 HER COSTUME BANGS BTWpenguin - love her. she’s so tiny. adore that. also im going to get progressively hornier as this list goes on and i love her boobs. penguin tiddiesrottweiler - hes kinda sexy but im literally shook at his background dancers... he’s really into pup play huh! 😳😳😳 thingamajig - HE’S LIKE.. HE’S LIKE MONSTERS COUSIN. i hope he wins season 2. hes freakin tall as hell. wow. he is a thing that likes to majigunicorn - objectively the prettiest costume. also i saw nsfw art of her once.. it was pretty fleekmonster - baby. i love you. he deserved his win. king of masked singer. KING i LOVE U 😭👑eagle - ... imma keep it real with you.. he can NOT sing but hes sexy and a dilf and i WILL have sex with him if he don’t stop messin around.hippo - he’s cute but also i will fuck him. i love thick men! sit on my facepanda - SHE’S BABY. I LOVE HER. I CARE HER... SOOO SWEET i cried 🐼💕ice cream - actually i like him a lot.. i didnt think i would but hes kinda meme-y and also hes freakin NINJA. his mindfox - FUCK. he hits all the good spots. he’s literally like rabbit v2. they knew what they were doing. his swagger and horniness level could never reach mr rabbit but i love foxes and hes sexy and im going to make him swallow my cum. SEXXXXXXXXX SIR PLEASE LET ME HAVE SEX WITH YOUpeacock - (( shaking and sweating )) The Real Donny Osmond liked my tweets abt peacock on twitter and i was so severely shook.. you know what? i love peacock. runner up king. i appreciate him. flamboyant. knows how to work that thing. i have a lot to say about him but i will go as far to say hes my 2nd favorite out of them all.. with rabbit being #1 of course heheleopard - oh i am going to have the RAWEST sex with this one. i could make a whole separate post abt leopard but all i will say is that : after seeing leopard perform... i have never wanted to suck leopard cock this much in my life. i know it’s huge. i know leopard’s cock is massive. i know it. rabbit - the man of my dreams. king of thickness. wrowww... hes the reason i started watching the show for reals. what can i say! rabbits are my fav animal of all time. he has swag and is a fat motherfucker and i would drill his fat ass into the mattress and fill him with my babies. FUCKKKK i LOVE U RABBIT HES LITERALLY LIKE. MY DADDY im going to.. ooh i am just going to fucking.. tie him up. i hate this. he is amazing. his ass is huge and he’s thick as hell and he can sing and dance and he literally invented the concept of swag. k i need to stop before i write erotic fanfiction about him but. listen. rabbit and peacock are my ultimate faves and i am smitten, truly. 🐰 joey i love u

According to the Favorite Character Sorter, these are my Top 3 !!! ( but in all honesty, I think Peacock should be second 🐦💘🌈 )

Here’s the character sorter I made!!! ( it doesnt work on mobile sorry fjfhd )https://maskedsingersorter.tumblr.com/

11 notes · View notes

jlf23tumble · 6 years

Text

1D Day, Hour Two

The file I’m watching on YouTube is much shorter than an hour (44 minutes!!), but that’s because the poster kindly removed the “VT” (shudder) from random countries (it always boils down to [insert country’s name’s] fans wilding, and there’s only so much of that I can take).

Still, hour 2 is fucking ICONIC for many reasons, the biggest being Harry’s barely constrained rage. Yes, Louis’s “done with it all” demeanor on 1D Day is (justifiably) legendary, but Harry’s right there with him (twin flames, y’all). I can’t tell if he’s coked up, genuinely angry, or just passive-aggressively petty because someone told him he had to speak more quickly, much more loudly, and with some enthusiasm, for chrissakes. Oh, he delivers, all right, so much maniacal shouting. Deets under the cut.

Hour 2 is all Lirry, and I, for one, love Lirry, so it’s 44 minutes well spent. Liam tells us, “We’re kicking it off with VT from France, give it up for France!” (“FRANCAIS!” Harry yells), and after the missing bit of French VT, we’re back to Lirry, with Harry vacillating between murdering the French language (“Mercy boo coo to France”) and shouting “I ATE SNAILS” as his contribution to what they did in France last time they were there (Liam played football with some guys near the Eiffel Tower, fwiw).

The first guest is Dynamo (or, “DYNAMO, EVERYBODY” if you’re Harry), and he’s here for card tricks and more (“OH, SNAP” is Harry’s response to Dynamo nearly twisting his own finger off, and god, it’s horrifying). Harry’s fairly manic through the entirety of the card tricks, but I love Liam because he’s me in every card trick (“I’m glad mine’s easy to remember because I’d probably forget,” which is true of any card you take, like, ever???):

“WHO LOVES MAGIC!” Harry shouts, and there’s a needlessly complicated special interactive trick that gets introduced here, with Dynamo saying that he wrote a prediction on a piece of paper and sealed it in a box at the beginning of the day, so he needs to Harry to keep the key safe. Points if you correctly assumed that Harry will stuff that key right in next to his dick as a joke.

Because nobody rehearsed or prepared for this epic full-day live event, there are all kinds of problems with the cameras, and if you want a fun drinking game to get you hammered within 45 minutes, take a shot every time you see a variation of this (Liam looking vaguely concerned while Harry aggressively points at the sky or the camera while shouting):

A horrifically bad segment that’s a poorly disguised advert for Google Hangouts (lmaoaoaoaooaoaoa) kicks off questions from all over the world (the audio is bad, none of the visuals syncs), but we get some iconic answers to deeply important questions, like, “If you were in the Hunger Games, who would survive the longest?” Liam says he’d hide and then kill passersby (yikes), and Harry says he’s more of a lover than a fighter, so he’d hide in a tree until it all blew over. Liam: “Oh, yeah, you’re definitely more of a lover.” Harry: “Easy there, Piers Morgan.”

The next question is from a group of girls wearing Christmas sweaters, which annoys Harry because “it’s a whole month and two days early,” but I think his issues are bigger than jumping the gun on holidays (and honestly, the UK doesn’t have the twin buffers of T’day and H’ween, so you KNOW this is just part of his general rage). Anyway, they want to know what other careers these two would be involved with, sans the D, and because they’re five, Liam says spaceman and Harry says baker.

After a series of horrible glitches, the next question is about which superhero they’d be, and me as Harry, blowing a giant raspberry as he ponders this important question with the level of exhaustion he surely must feel, three years into this band/interview technique. Liam can read the room, so he picks this one up and says he’d be Kung-Fu Panda, which makes it easy for Harry to say Hong Kong Fuey (!!!) or Top Cat.

With that mess done, it’s time to “ROLL THE VT!” (according to Harry) for Switzerland, and because the producers here are nothing if not cliché lovers, that means tiny cowbells for Harry to play with when we come back. He quickly tires of this, throws the cowbells off stage, yells “WE NEED A CAMERA,” and walks straight into the call box with the overwhelmed girls from hour 1. These girls are still weeping, but Harry says, “Thank you for listening to the album, you’re getting kicked out, sorry,” in the flattest voice possible, so good cop Liam hurries over to ask the weeping girls which song they liked and usher in two new people.

“Happily” is debuted, but we don’t get to see it, boo, but we do get ushered over to a theater with some contest winners. Or as Harry says, “We’re here backstage to meet some fans who have won a chance to be here…SHUT UP…in our VIP cinema,” and then, “You’re crying…is that because I told you to shut up? I didn’t mean it.” Liam is there again to save the day, but there are lots of sound problems, so it’s hard to tell what’s happening, tbh.

Anyway, these fans get to ask some iconic questions, such as, “What would we find in your fridge?” which gives us this classic from Harry: “I DON’T LIVE ANYWHERE, SO NO FOOD,” as the audience says, “awwwwww” in the background.

There’s a question from a lady on the screen, saying that she’s in front of the X Factor studios, and she wants to know what they would change their audition song to, if they could go back in time, and because Harry’s well aware of his various stalkers, he says, “I saw her the other day at the X Factor studios, 100 percent” (fwiw, Harry would do “Wrecking Ball” with props, and Liam would do “Mirrors”).

The last question is what they would change if they could go back in time, and Liam says probably his older haircuts, and Harry says that one day in April (and he mentions April again later in the hour, so someone investigate), he had a dodgy breakfast burrito, so he’d probably change that (he also had a dodgy batch of prawns one time, too, but that’s a different story, and god, he’s an underrated comedian). The sound is for shit, but Liam doubts this, prompting Harry to scream, “DON’T JUDGE ME, LIAM, I’M TRYING MY BEST,” and whyyyyyy is he so on fire (and why do I love it so much):

We get back to the studio with an inexplicably breathless Scott Mills (he says he ran…but from where, lmao) and do another spin to figure out who the official 1D account (????) will follow on twitter. Harry starts cheating before people start yelling at him to stop, which is a shame, really, just follow all of these poor bastards, honestly!

We don’t get to see the VT from Germany, but we do get to see Lirry bickering about camera problems and stolen lines, plus an exhaustive rundown of all the thrilling things to come, and I’m so thankful to the person who made this moment a Dua Lipa meme all those months ago:

One of my favorite segments has a really awkward setup, but tl/dr/dw, Harry brags, “I’m a bit of a chef myself, and if I’m honest, Liam, I’m pretty damned good at it,” so we get a “ROLL VT!” and an aggressive finger point, both from Harry, and a silly but charming cook off with the tour chef, who seems like a lovely lady (p.s. look at how glorious his hair was under all those tablecloths…also, he’s chewing gum in a gross way, but this whole bit is worth watching in full):

The cook off is genuinely funny and results in a beautiful pavlova from Sarah and a basic sandwich (with pickle and paprika) from Harry, judged by Mark Jarvis, Gemma Styles, and Lou Teasdale, all of whom Harry bribes. I’m more fascinated with this ring, and my head canon has it either saying ILY or JEN (both of which make me smile):

With that bit over, we move on to more rapping of random tweets, and it’s embarrassing, so I won’t get into that. But the VT of Liam surfing is something special, not only because he looks so obviously happy while he’s doing it, but also because he says some very profound things in the interview around it: “I get followed a lot, so it’s quite nice to get out in the sea where nobody can follow you […] it’s so nice and peaceful […] it doesn’t matter what you look like, you can just have a good time, it’s a bit of an escape,” and ouchhhhhh, that’s some real talk.

We head back to the studio for a fashion segment with Louise someone; a handful of lucky fans in Sweden won a t-shirt design contest, and Lirry are gonna do some modeling. Louise is happy that Harry knows where Sweden is (Harry: “I got a B in geography…might have been a C, can’t remember”), and some poor shlub working on this trainwreck in the shadow gets dragged out on camera because he’s wearing green jeans, but he’s not there for long (Harry: “GET OUT” *shove*). Louise describes the fashion show to come, and Harry says that he’s quite good at walking in straight lines, but Liam reminds him that he tends to fall over a lot on stage and that the tiny catwalk is actually pretty shiny (god bless Liam for being so responsible).

Luckily for all of us, professional model Cindy Crawford is there to help with some tips (she’s introduced as “IT’S ONLY BLOODY CINDY CRAWFORD” by Harry, and I die with Cindy’s “Hello, boys,” and Harry’s “Hello, Mrs. Crawford”…followed swiftly by Cindy’s, “Please don’t call me Mrs. Crawford”). There’s some sexi modeling, and even though he only wears two shirts to Harry’s three (*and* Harry gets down on the ground to pose), Liam wins, according to the Swedes. He requests a model off with Cindy as his prize, and he’s surprisingly good?

The last segment is with Dynamo, the magic man, and for some reason, Harry’s weirdly agro about his own shirt mic, like, unnecessarily so, ripping it off to speak with Dynamo before gently putting it back where it belongs. Maybe he’s just frustrated about how they have to use Google+ (lololololol) for a totally convoluted imaginary concert that ultimately doesn’t work (me as him, tbh).

While Liam does tech support live on air (!!), Harry asks Dynamo to do some card tricks to stall for time after literally nobody says a word when he monotones, “We’re having a technical difficulty…does anybody know any jokes.” Harry pulls a card as directed, but then, for seemingly no reason, he suddenly starts yelling, “THIS ISN’T WORKING, SHALL WE SEE SOME HIGHLIGHTS? HIGHLIGHTS!!! ROLL HIGHLIGHTS [aggressive pointing]!!” and the highlights are truly awful, and I hope he’s enjoying his smoke break for hour 3, jfc.

#recap #1d day #hour 2 #he is NOT HAVING IT

106 notes · View notes

ao3feed-danganronpa · 3 years

Text

Forbidden Desires, The Silent Screams of a Godless Society (Whispers of the Past) Part I: The Diagnosis-A gripping tale of love and loss.

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3jTyyT8

by reigenliker69

Has society failed us? If there is no god to look to, will humanity crumble? These questions are brought into Kaeya's mind when he is separated from his beloved after an incident that reveals a heartbreaking affair. Who will win the affections of Hard Rock Nick? Reigen Arataka is the new sweet sexy piece of ass in town, and all out war between Nick's lovers rages on, as Reigen continues to break the hearts of all genders. His ultimate goal? To smash the most puss and get the most dick as possible. How will he do it? Find out in this thrilling tale of heartbreak.

Words: 617, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Forbidden Desires, The Silent Screams of a Godless Society (Whispers of the Past) (The Reigen Chronicles)

Fandoms: Lemon Demon (Musician), Friday Night Funkin' (Video Game), Death Grips (Band), Attaway General (TV), 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game), Barnyard (2006), Soul Eater, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Garfield - All Media Types, Hamilton - Miranda, モブサイコ100 | Mob Psycho 100, Serial Experiments Lain, 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs, Devilman (Anime & Manga), The Boss Baby (2017), Hazbin Hotel (Web Series), 逆転裁�� | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney, Ma (2019), Homestuck, Dangan Ronpa - All Media Types, Big Mouth (Cartoon), どうぶつの森 | Animal Crossing Series, Family Guy (Cartoon), Splatoon, The Emoji Movie (2017), Shark Tale (2004), Persona 5, The Croods (Movies), Trolls (Movies 2016 2020), Cats (2019), Joker (2019), mr krabs overdoses on ketamine, Mystic Messenger (Video Game)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Xiao (Genshin Impact), Reigen Arataka, Ikari Shinji, Biggie Cheese, Karkat Vantas, Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Otis, Boss Baby, Charlie | Cr1TiKaL | Penguinz0, Akechi Goro, Iwakura Lain, Death the Kid, juno from the cord, Corpse Husband (Video Blogging RPF), Eminem, Inugami Korone, Denji (Chainsaw Man), Monokuma (Dangan Ronpa), Nagisa Kaworu, Gibby Gibson (iCarly), Tartaglia | Childe (Genshin Impact), Freddy Fazbear, The Mangle (Five Nights at Freddy's), Diluc (Genshin Impact), senpai from friday night funkin, Draco Malfoy, Pennywise (IT)

Relationships: kaeya/hard rock nick, Tartaglia | Childe/Zhongli (Genshin Impact), Kalvin Garrah/Trisha Paytas, Fudo Akira/Reader, Akechi Goro/Kurusu Akira, Ikari Shinji/Nagisa Kaworu

Additional Tags: K-pop References, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, MILFs, Gay Sex, Everyone Is Gay, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Bakugou Katsuki is a Dork, Jealous Bakugou Katsuki, Horny Kaeya (Genshin Impact), Dead Kaeya (Genshin Impact), Egg Laying, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Strangers to Lovers, Partners to Lovers, Sherlock's Feet, Piss, Shit, cum, Sus - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Among Us (Video Game) Setting, when the imposter is sus, Blood and Violence, Lance (Voltron) is a Mess, No One in the RFA is Straight (Mystic Messenger), Cocaine, Angel Dust Being Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Edgy Xiao (Genshin Impact), Mafia Sans (Undertale), poggers, Jschlatt Angst (Video Blogging RPF), Post-Third Impact, Venti Being a Little Shit (Genshin Impact), junocord, jojo fans are illegal au, Fortnite Dances, Nipple Piercings, Oma Kokichi Dies, Xiao dies, Mineta Minoru Dies, Homophobic Language, asuka hates gay people, asuka runs over gay people with a semitruck, Manlet, This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things, Diluc Swears (Genshin Impact), Swearing, Ratings: R, this may be disturbing to some readers, you may be eligible for therapy after reading this, Ketamine, mr krabs overdoses on ketamine speedrun, popeyes chicken sandwich - Freeform, nikocado, Mukbang, Penis enlargement pills, Penis Measuring, #MaMovie2019, based & gamerpilled, corporate art style, Maid dress, Class 1-A Group Chat (My Hero Academia), discord admin, Farting, Book 5: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, Awkward Zhongli (Genshin Impact), chuuya starts a slime business, zoe laverne - Freeform

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3jTyyT8

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #dangan ronpa #danganronpa #dr

1 note · View note

dragonflybelle · 7 years

Text

Osomatsu-san PS Vita game translation - Jyushimatsu 06 - The passionate battle! Extreme sport!

Jyushimatsu 06 - The passionate battle! Extreme sport!

Jyushimatsu: Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Baseball! Basebaaaaaall!

Ichimatsu: Ughhhh...

Osomatsu: Ah, I'm really bored. Jyushimatsu always looks like he's having fun, I'm jealous.

Choromatsu: How about going to pachinko?

Osomatsu: I went yesterday, and lost, so I don't have any money. Aghh, can't I win the lottery or something, even just ¥100,000 would be fine.

Choromatsu: You haven't even bought a ticket in the first place, have you!?

Karamatsu: Heh... even if dreams can't be achieved, we still pursue them, that is a man's spirit of adventure...

Jyushimatsu: Swing! Swing! Swing! Swing! 1285! 1286! 1285!

Choromatsu: The numbers went backwards again!?

Jyushimatsu: Alright, we've still got a way to go!

Ichimatsu: I'm going to die.

Todomatsu: Ichimatsu-niisan plays the bat a lot, doesn't he. Well, Jyushimatsu-niisan having him do that is weird no matter how you think about it though.

Osomatsu: Don't you think that the level of Jyushimatsu's love of baseball is a bit on the insane side? And in a really weird way.

Jyushimatsu: 9999, swing...! 10,000!

Ichimatsu: Gwahhh...

Choromatsu: That count went too quickly!

Osomatsu: If he could put that passion into regular baseball, he might be able to aim at being a professional baseball player. And the contract fees and salary payments coming back into this house would be tens of millions, hundreds of millions, no, maybe even more. Then we could shamelessly live off Jyushimatsu and have the ultimate NEET lifestyle. Wouldn't that be great...

Matsuyo: Big news, NEETs! We got this letter!

Choromatsu: What's this. A notification of obtaining the right to participate in the Yakyuu... Ken Goudou? Baseball... Prefectual Amalgamated Pro Test!? Ehhhh!? A baseball pro test!?

Osomatsu: Alriiiight! This is the perfect chance!

Choromatsu: But why have we received this?

Karamatsu: Could it possibly have been that person who sent it to us? Heh, such consideration.

Todomatsu: But hey, even if you took part, Karamatsu-niisan, there's no chance that you could become a pro.

Osomatsu: How naive, Todomatsu. Take a look at this part of the postcard.

Todomatsu: Hmm? Does this mean that we've all been invited to the pro test?

Osomatsu: That's it exactly! If the six of us join forces, there's no obstacle we can't overcome. In other words, we can do stuff like tricking them during the physical fitness tests or helping each other during the match, and then if we bribe the referee, at least one of us will pass.

Todomatsu: I see. How like you, Osomatsu-niisan, the very model of scum.

Choromatsu: If we make up our minds quickly, we can get down to planning our strategy straight away. Let's start with looking in to the details of what's going to happen on the day of the pro test...

Matsuyo: How wonderful, if even just one of you becomes a pro, it will help your mother so much.

Jyushimatsu: Baseball! Basebaaaaaal!

Ichimatsu: Burp, urghhh....

Todomatsu: Hey, Jyushimatsu-niisan, you're spinning Ichimatsu-niisan around too much!

Jyushimatsu: Oh oh oh oh! Basebaaaaall! Basebaaaaaaall! Hustleeee! Muscleeee!

Choromatsu: So this is the venue for the pro test...!

Osomatsu: An impressive location, as you would expect for the pros. Even the atmosphere is giving me goose bumps.

Candidate girl A: I have to do this... I have to do this this or my parents will be sold...!

Candidate boy A: Watch out, debt collectors... If only I can win here, my life will completely change..!

Ichimatsu: Hey, this is kind of weird.

Karamatsu: Why are there girls here as well?

Todomatsu; Eh, you really don't have your own phone? Then tell me your home phone number, I'll call you today.

Choromatsu: Stop trying to pick up girls everywhere we go!

Commentator: This year's Pro Test has begun! Who will make it through the fierce competition and win the title of Pro?

Osomatsu: As expected of the pros, they even have a commentator for the test.

Todomatsu: Wait, this is a bit too high energy, don't you think this pro test is a bit weird?

Commentator: Basebaaaaaaaaall, play baaaaaaaall!

Candidate girl A: I... have to do this! Here I go...

Candidate boy A: Come at meeeeeee!

Candidates: Rock Paper Scissors! One two three!

Choromatsu: W, what is this? However you look at it, this is a game of Rock Paper Scissors!?

Osomatsu: Aren't they just deciding what order we go in?

Choromatsu: No, no, it can't be that!

Candidate boy B: Hey you over there, let's do Rock Paper Scissors.

Osomatsu: Ah, me? Ok ok, let's go. Rock Paper Scissors.

Candidate boy B: Yessss, I won! Get ready!

Osomatsu: Eh!? Uwah!? What are you doing, you bastard, Argh, arghhhhhh...!

Todomatsu: Hey Osomatsu-niisan, that's indecent exposure!

Osomatsu: Wait, Todomatsu! This much is still safe, isn't it? And I'm a victim here! That guy earlier committed indecent assault!

Candidate girl B: Excuse me, can you please play Rock Paper Scissors with me?

Osomatsu: Alright, I'll play. Rock Paper Scissors... Ah, I lost again.

Candidate girl B: Alriiiiiighht! Stippppp!

Osomatsu: I don't want to, you, you pervert. Argh! Arghhhhh…!

Commentator: Matsuno Osomatsu, for showing us his lame bat, has been automatically disqualified! We have our first Pro Test reject of the day!

Osomatsu: Please, please don't do this. I have a very important mission to make Jyushimatsu a prooooo...!

Choromatsu: A hole opened up in the field!? What is with this completely unfair way of treating us!?

Karamatsu: No, if were talking about being treated unfairly, then the way you guys treat more normally is...

Todomatsu: Wa, wait, could this game possibly be...! You can't even say its name at a half-hearted mixer, and it's become something of a VIP urban legend, that game...!?

Karamatsu: Eh?

Choromatsu: Totty, does this ring a bell?

Todomatsu: Choromatsu, show me the postcard we got about the Pro Test! See look, I was right. It's not Yakyuu Ken Goudou, Baseball Prefectural Amalgamated! This says "Yakyuuken Goudou" the Strip Baseball Rock Paper Scissors Amalgamated Pro Test! The game/legendary traditional art where the loser in Rock Paper Scissors has to strip!

Choromatsu: So what kind of Pro would you be becoming?

Ichimatsu: …If we’d known that, it would have made things easier.

Choromatsu: Well, to be honest, I don't really understand Strip Baseball Rock Paper Scissors or what this pro test is for, but it's clear what we need to do. We have to find an even remotely cute girl as soon as possible.

Todomatsu: Choromatsu-niisan, you stink of cherries. I'm the one who’s going to get the cute girls!

Karamatsu: The time had finally come for me to unleash my golden body.

Karamatsu & Choromatsu & Ichimatsu & Todomatsu: Woahhhh! Let us get a look at cute girls naked! Arghhhhh!

Commentator: Matsuno Karamatsu, Choromatsu, Ichimatsu and Todomatsu have all been disqualified together! Was the shock too great for the cherry boys!? Let's add some explanation here! Pro Strip Baseball Rock Paper Scissors is a veeery popular sport amongst the upper classes! The ill-mannered brutes who trying to participate with the dirty bat between your legs are instantly disqualified, and never allowed to participate in the sport again!

Osomatsu: Who, who knew about that...

Choromatsu: I would have preferred it if they'd explained the rules beforehand. We just ended up getting all fired up... Cough.

Todomatsu: I've had enough with this shitty sport. Let's take a look at some naked cute girls and get out of here as fast as we can.

Osomatsu: Huh, where's Jyushimatsu?

Karamatsu: He's not anywhere around here.

Ichimatsu: ...No way.

Jyushimatsu: Basebaaaalll! Basebaaaaalll! Boeh! boeh! boeh! boeh!

Osomatsu: Hey... Jyushimatsu still untouched!? He's not even lost one item of clothing!

Ichimatsu: He's still excited about being at a baseball field. He hasn't done Rock Paper Scissors with anyone yet.

Todomatsu: So what are we going to do about Jyushimatsu-Nisan! Just leave him like that?

Osomatsu: Ah… I guess we don’t have any other choice. Let’s ask that person. Ah, hello? We’re kinda at this weird Strip Baseball Rock Paper Scissors Pro Test right now. And only Jyushimatsu is left, so what should we do? Of course, if he can become a pro and earn money than we have to cheer him on as his big brothers wishing for his success.

Option One: Jyushimatsu-san seems like he could win at Strip Baseball Rock Paper Scissors

Osomatsu: He certainly has a lot of physical strength so he probably has great hand eye coordination too. If he can win at Rock Paper Scissors, then we just need to stop his bat from reacting...

Commentator: There are already less than half of the candidates remaining! The candidates who haven't even played Rock Paper Scissors once must retire here!

Choromatsu: Ah, looks like it was no use after all.

Todomatsu: All that's left is old guys, let's go home right now.

Osomatsu: ...Oi, Ichimatsu, come over here for a minute.

Ichimatsu: Hah?

Osomatsu: You always help him practice swings, don't you? Let's start Jyushimatsu's special strip baseball Rock Paper Scissors training from today.

Osomatsu: (From that night on, Jyushimatsu's spartan, out of love, training sessions to become a Pro strip baseball Rock Paper Scissors player began...)

Osomatsu: Jyushimatsu, look at this.

Jyushimatsu: It's Hijirisawa Shonosuke!

Ichimatsu: What about this sexy magazine?

Jyushimatsu: Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Tatty!

Osomatsu: That's no good, Jyushimatsu!

Jyushimatsu: Boeh?

Osomatsu: From now on, you're not allowed to react to the ladies in the sexy magazine photo shoot... Ignore it completely and strike out! Don't wave your bat at girls!

Jyushimatsu: Ehh!?

Osomatsu: I'm sorry, Jyushimatsu. But this is what your big brother did his best to think of to make you into a Pro Strip baseball Rock Paper Scissors player. If you don't react to girls, you can become the strongest, Jyushimatsu...!

Ichimatsu: Use this instead.

Jyushimatsu: Hijirisawa Shonosuke: complete 24 hour surveillance footage for one year." !?

Osomatsu: From now on, you can only do a full swing for Hijirisawa Shonosuke! Understand!

Jyushimatsu: What...! Osomatsu-niisan, I wanna do tatty like normal!

Ichimatsu: This is so you can become a pro strip baseball Rock Paper Scissors player, Jyushimatsu. Give in, Jyushimatsu.

Osomatsu: Go, do your best, Ichimatsu! You can do it, you can become a superhuman warrior who doesn't wave his bat at girls!

Choromatsu: Osomatsu-niisan, I bought some Hijirisawa Shonosuke doujinshi.

Osomatsu: That's the spirit, Choromatsu! Ah ha ha ha... I can't wait until the next Pro Test...!

Jyushimatsu: Bo, boehhhhh!

Jyushimatsu: Rock Paper Scissors, One Two Three!

Candidate Girl C: I, I lost!? I thought I'd be able to become a pro today for sure...!

Commentator: He... he's so strong! With this Matsuno Jyushimatsu has beaten ten people in a row! And of course, the bat between his legs hasn't moved one bit!

Osomatsu: Alriiight! You can do this, you can do this, Jyushimatsu!

Commentator: And with that, there are only two candidates left! Will Matsuno Jyushimatsu finally be pushing open the door to becoming a pro!?

Osomatsu: Of course he will! How much do you think we spent on videos of old guys and doujinshis we won't ever use!

Ichimatsu: As he is now, I'm sure Jyushimatsu would strike out even if it were the most beautiful woman in the world or a really sexy woman.

Osomatsu: His unnaturally keen sense of visual perception and his bat that won't ever swing... Jyushimatsu becoming a pro is a done deal!

Commentator: Matsuno Jyushimatsu's final opponent is...!?

Hijirisawa Shonosuke: ...

Jyushimatsu: It's Hijirisawa Shonosukeee! Noooooo!! My family treasures!

Hijirisawa Shonosuke: Arghhhh!

Commentator: Wha... what's this, Jyushimatsu's bat is in full swing after making it through all this way!? Game ending hooooome run!!

Osomatsu: Sorry, Jyushimatsu. I wish you all the happiness in the world with Hijirisawa Shonosuke...!

Ichimatsu: …Let’s go home.

Option Two: Please stop this dangerous game.

Osomatsu: They said that whatever way you thing about it, it's a risky sport, so we should withdraw straight away.

Choromatsu: Ah, you're probably right. Even Jyushimatsu will probably start swinging his bat and be disqualified once he calms down.

Todomatsu: The girls taking part aren't even that cute, maybe 6s on average. That’s not worth taking any risks.

Osomatsu: So you guys are ignoring the fact that your bats reacted, huh?

Todomatsu: That's just a biological instinct. I wouldn't really swing my bat for a girl who wasn’t least on the level of that one there.

Choromatsu: Eh, there’s a cute girl? Where, where!?

Todomatsu: See, that girl who sorta looks like Totoko over there...

Totoko: Rock, Paper, Scissors!

Choromatsu and Todomatsu: The actual Totoko!?

Totoko: Yes, I won again...! I must become a pro whatever it takes and marry into the upper classes! Hmph! Hmph! Rock Paper Scissors! Rock Paper Scissors! Who wants to die next!?

Choromatsu: Oh, oh no... I don't want to see Totoko undressed by other guys...!

Todomatsu: But I wanna see Totoko naked...!

Choromatsu and Todomatsu: ... Lose! Lose!

Choromatsu: Lose, Totoko-chan!

Todomatsu: Hurry up and strip!

Totoko: Stop... stop messing around guys...! Once I’ve married into money, I’ll crush you both socially and physically! Rock Paper Scissors...! Ah!

Choromatsu and Todomatsu: She lost!

Totoko: Aghhhhhhhh! I can’t expose this body which is supposed to belong to a multi-millionaire in front of this trash…!

Todomatsu: Hmm!? Totoko's body has been hidden by something!?

Choromatsu: Who did that!? Who threw those yellow clothes at Totoko!

Totoko: Wha... what!? What's with these sweaty yellow clothes!? Wait a minute...

Jyushimatsu: ...Aha. Totoko-chan, aren't you cold? Today's baseball wasn't much fun. It's more fun playing baseball at home like usual.

Choromatsu: He's suddenly talking like a normal person!?

Todomatsu: And doing such a heroic act in the nick of time...!?

Osomatsu: Hurry up and show us naked Totoko!

Jyushimatsu: The most important thing... above all else, is that baseball is fun!! Let's have fun playing baseball, Totoko-chan! Boeh! Boeh! Boeh!

Totoko: Jyushimatsu-kun... Try saying that after you've lowered that dirty bat at your crotch which is being hoisted ever so high right now!

Jyushimatsu: Grrrr…!

Choromatsu: There it is, Totoko-chan's full body blow!

Todomatsu: Alright, let's get out of here.

Osomatsu: Yeah.

Totoko: As yet unknown handsome multimillionaires… I'll try to become a strip baseball Rock Paper Scissors pro for sure...!

Commentator: Since Yowai Totoko has nothing left to take off, she has been forcibly disqualified!!

Totoko: No, no way... Nooooo!

Jyushimatau: To... Totoko-chan... If you wear my clothes...!

Totoko: I don't want that either!

Option Three: If you want to earn some money, try something else.

Osomatsu: Damn. They said if we want to earn some money, we should try doing something else.

Todomatsu: Putting aside actually getting a job, I think trying something else would be good.

Osomatsu: Let's get Jyushimatsu and get out of here.

Jyushimatsu: Boeh, boeh. Boehhh! Baseball, basebaaaaall!

Karamatsu: Jyushimatsu? Let's go home now...

Jyushimatsu: Baseball! Baseball! Ooohhhh!

Karamatsu: Brother, are you perhaps... purely enjoying baseball...?

Jyushimatsu: I wanted to play baseball properly.

Karamatsu: Jyushimatsu. Getting so down is poison for the heart. A-n-d. There is a game that's more suited to us, you know?

Jyushimatsu: Yeah...

Big win! You did it!

Jyushimatsu: Alright, I can keep going!

Karamatsu: My brother, I'm not the kind of man to back down now either... I've got more in me!

Jyushimatsu: Yeah!

Karamatsu: Hmm? Behind me is...!

Todomatsu: Whoever wins, they have to treat us at the bar later. If I win, I'm using the money for dates though.

Ichimatsu: Alright... the probability type changed...!

Choromatsu: The probability of there being a machine with a big pay-out in this lane is the same as the probability of a big pay-out, according to my personal research, which is 300 to one, therefore...

Osomatsu: In the end, pachinko is the best way to earn money easily after all.

Karamatsu: My brothers...! You came too, to this pachinko parlour!

Jyushimatsu: Karamatsu-niisan. This is the best game for us all to have fun together as brothers.

Karamatsu: Oh, Jyushimatsu...! You shouldn't make a man cry so carelessly.

Todomatsu: Well, in the end all we're doing is playing pachinko though.

Osomatsu: Don't you think it's a sport that suits us NEETs?

#osomatsu san #mr osomatsu #translation #game #PS Vita #jyushimatsu #06 #The passionate battle. Extreme sport #Hachamecha shuushoku

79 notes · View notes