#but if you did i'd support him in exploding your face

[eustasskidagenda]

hello!! ^^ this is my first time requesting, so hopefully i'm doing this correctly :;

can I request a trafalgar law/reader hurt to comfort oneshot, where the two of them get into a really big argument or fight and reader decides to leave him alone for a long time, so THAT eventually leads to some problems between the two and Law has to make things right??

(basically reader gives law the silent treatment, and law is too prideful to admit his wrongs)

thank you in advance!!! I've really enjoyed reading your kid works, so i'd be happy to see more of your writing :)

☆Trafalgar Law x Reader giving him the silent treatment after an argument 

Hello dear anon, don't worry, you did it perfectly and thank you so much for your request. I had a lot of fun writing it and I hope it will match your expectation. Enjoy our dear emo boy!

CW : g/n reader, hurt&comfort, Law is bad at express how he feels, let me know if I forgot something

WC : around 2,000 words, whoops, I love Law way too much, I got carried away

Law is not a man of many words. That's the less you can tell. Always quiet about his plans, sometimes, you still struggle to understand what's going on in this beautiful mind. Usually, you just deal with it, supporting him as much as you can. But today, it's too much to handle. He is perpetually busy all day and night, and sometimes the bed is cold, and you know he didn't sleep with you. It hurts. You just have the feeling to carry on with this relationship alone. 

"We need to talk, Law." Busy with probably another shenanigan you don't know about, he totally ignores you and continues to read his newspaper. Again. Heavy-hearted, you close your eyes and clench your firsts. You can't step back and always try to round the corners. "Law", you insist. He finally drops the newspaper. "What, y/n-ya?" He asks, annoyed by the interruption. 

"Honestly, lately… I feel totally sidelined. You're always focused on your plans I don't nothing about, or busy with your patients. And it hurts" Law looks surprised by your words. Usually, you're more the one trying to smooth the things and trying to be super-comprehensive, because you do love Law, and you know he had been through a lot. Supporting him is the least you can do. But what about you? Your emotions? 

"I've not neglected you, y/n-ya. I'm just busy." Yes. That's the whole point. "You're always busy. If you don't need me anymore, just say it," you snarls, anger slowly heating your chest and burning your cheeks. Communication is maybe the key, but it's a struggle to communicate with someone as reserved as Law. The worst? You know he loves you. He's just… an aloof. Always distrustful. "Answer me," your voice is shaky from both anger and distress. " I have things to do, y/n-ya. Don't act like a child. I still feel the same way about you, and you know. " 

Maybe it's true, but you don't believe him anymore. You don't even remember the last time you kissed that sweet lips on him. And the feeling of his fingers entwined with yours, when you redraw the lines of his tattoos, cuddling with him in bed. How can you feel the absence of someone you see every day? "I miss you," you confess. "But I'm right here. With you. I need to get those things done, so please be patient." Why can't he understand? With that unreadable face, he's still sitting on his chair. What's going on his mind? "What things, then?" He sighs. "I can't tell." 

No. It's enough. Now, you're mad. "Stop pushing me away! I miss you. Do you realize the absurdity of missing someone I can see every day? It's been four days since we last slept together! This morning, you didn't kiss me! You're always taking me for granted and I feel like I'm transparent!" At last, you manage to get a response from him. He removes his hat, runs his hand through his hair, and his eyes darken as your anger is about to explode. "Can you not be patient? I need to… finish what I'm working on. "

No.

Not this time.

He has already stated that too many times before. Before Dressrosa. Before Wano. You already waited way too long. Even for someone as patient as you, it's too much. " I'm tired," you confess, the voice which with emotions. "It can't keep going like this. Why am I always the second choice for you?"

Maybe it's because you always give everything you have to him. Supporting him, regardless of what. You had to break his armor several times to get closer to him, despite his distant and detached personality. The moment he finally confessed about his past was beautiful. The nights you spend together, simply talking about your lives, goals, and dreams, are rooted in your heart. A warm memory of two souls bonding and finding comfort through words and confession. Now, everything is just fading away. And you hate how angry and confused you sound, when Law is just as calm as always. Does he even notice what you just said? You can't tell.

"You don't even answer me. Such a shame to be named heart pirates when you don't even have one." you explodes, shouting the words.

"I don’t think it's the right time to talk about this because you're too emotional y/n-ya. "

"And you're too logical!"

The saying goes that opposites attract, but you're not so certain anymore. 

"I'm just so fucking done!" Now, you're screaming and Law growls, "Shh, don't yell, everyone will hear us," he says, caring way too much about his privacy. "I don't care! Just say something! " He looks so tired, with his usual dark rings under his eyes. "Leave me or not, but do something because I'm so done with this shit. I'm the only one trying to communicate and make things right!"

You slam the door of his small office with anger and tears prickling at the corner of your eyes. He doesn't follow you. He remains confined, choking on his own pride. He probably thinks you will be back soon, as always after an argument. But not this time. You're really done. It's his time to make some efforts, to prove that he actually cares about you and your relationship. 

At the diner, he doesn't show up. During the night either. It's not easy to distance yourself from him. But you will not change your mind. After three days, he finally starts to realize that you will not come after him. 

Why aren't you bringing him his morning coffee, massaging his tensed shoulders, and spreading your stupid concealer under his eyes? All those small actions you always do to lighten his burden as a captain… damn, he never felt that lonely. But what can he do now? How can he fix the mess he made?

The Polar Tang's ambiance is as cold as a winter island after a week. Everybody noticed the huge tensions between you and the Law. The captain is irritable, barking orders at everyone and looking for you everywhere, but you're just hiding from him. He's exhausted by this situation. He's starting to understand what you said: he misses you, even if you're here. 

It's becoming too much for his tortured soul after 10 straight days. The pain in his heart is unbearable. In reality, he feels like a child he never had the chance to be: terrified, lost and alone. Are you going to leave him too? Why is everyone around him always dying or disappearing? Is it always his fault? Now, he feels miserable, almost crying alone in his office. He can't even focus when Bepo asks him to bandage a small wound he just made. His hair is messy because he runs his hands through it too much. Law sighs heavily. His nerves completely fading away as he struggles to bandage Bepo. Why the hell is he crying over a poor bandage? 

He's exhausted. Physically and mentally. An he misses you. Deeply. He understands everything you said that day. He understands how you have felt lately and it's a horrible sensation. You didn't deserve the way he pushed you away from everything. He misses the warmth of your body, the passion in your sweet kisses, and your hands redrawing his chest tattoo. 

He needs to make things right. 

In this situation, what Corazon would have done? 

Probably running after you after slamming the door, falling miserably on the ground, and crying pathetically with an ugly nose running. Law frowns. But at this point, he's so desperate that he wouldn't mind crawling and begging for your forgiveness. He stumbles out of his office, tired, and looks for you. How can you hide on such a small ship? "Have you seen y/n?" He asks to everyone and they all they say no. Are they lying? Where have you gone? Did something happen to you? Poor Law is so stressed right now, more than usual. He spent the entire day looking for you and failed. Is it too late? Have you just left? Without a goodbye? No. It can't be. He needs to see, kiss, and hug you. Just one more time, just one last time. Even if feels that he doesn't deserve you. 

He slams the door of the bedroom you used to share with brutal force. As he takes off his hat before laying on the mattress, he sighs and an idea crosses his mind. But he's afraid. Because if his plan is not working, it will mean you have already left the Polar Tang. For good. Hands shaking, he finally moves his fingers and mutters, 'room, shambles'. Your plushie disappears as you suddenly pop on the bed. 

Oh, thank god, you didn't leave. "Y/n-ya" he whispers, his voice thick with emotions. 

Your heart is pounding as you remain silent. Ten days. Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin helped you hide from Law for ten days straight. Giving him the silent treatment was a difficult choice and all you can hope for is that it actually worked. "I'm not a man of many words," he confesses. "But I do love you. I'm sorry for always pushing you away, please forgive me. It's just that... I need to keep you out of trouble. If you don't know my current plan for now, it's safer. " For someone as quiet as him, he's talking a lot. But still not enough."I think I've taken you for granted, but I want to be there for you. Please, let me stay by your side. Don't leave me, please." He almost begs, his voice thick with emotions. 

His gentle touch on your cheek almost melts you.  You missed those beautiful, smooth hands on your face. You get closer, enjoying the warm heat heating up your chest. "You're so beautiful", he whispers. He looks so genuinely innocent, discovering again all the small details of your face. What has he done to be so fortunate in love? Does he only deserve you? You can tell that he's not even sure as he waits for your answer, trying to hide the slight shaking in his movements. 

"I love you, Law." You gently assure him by kissing the tattoos on his fingers. As the solace embraces his heart, Law is melting inside.

He didn't lose you. It's not too late. "I know you're not good at words, so I won't ask for much. What you just said is already perfect. Thank you for confessing to me. I know it's hard for you to open up." you reassure him. "What should I do, y/n-ya? How can I show you that I care about you? I won't repeat this situation twice." His eyes are now shining with pure determination. "Just the small things you used to do before. Sleeping with me, giving me a hello and a goodnight kiss... you remember that? Our routines." Law nods, probably taking mental note. "I have to kiss you twenty times." You raise an eyebrow confusedly. "Why?" 

He shrugs. "It's been ten days since I last saw you. And I'm supposed to kiss you all mornings and evenings." He's so serious right now, you can't help but burst out laughing. He's not joking at all. God, you love this nerd so much. The confusion on his face is even more hilarious. " I love you," you sigh between two laughs. "Why are you laughing? Am I wrong?" That man is so smart, cold and logical, but with love… he's just a mess. A beautiful mess. The one you will always love and cherish. "You're so adorable."

And now, he's blushing. How dare you call him adorable? "Just come here," he sighs, grabs your hips, and sits you on his laps. His lips are sealed to yours, and he kisses you. Twenty times. And he's counting. Every kiss is filled with passion, love, unspoken emotions, and sweet promises. 

And, as always when you're together in the same bed, you end up redrawing the tattoos on his chest. As you gently caress his skin, he falls asleep, the tension finally leaving his face. You cradle your head against his chest. His heart is slowly beating, and he looks so calm right now. 

You are here with him, and his tortured mind can finally get some sleep.

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Achieved Love - Luke Thompson

Word count: 877

Summary: What is more delightful than accompanying your lover to an award show and watching how he achieves something with love?

The Bafta award show was in full swing when you finally arrived, the atmosphere electric with anticipation and excitement.

Paparazzi flashbulbs exploded like popcorn around you as you both made your way up the red carpet, your boyfriend Luke Thompson known as the dashing 'Benedict Bridgerton' was nominated for the EE Rising Star Award this year.

 Looking dapper as ever in his tuxedo, his arm firmly wrapped around your waist. You felt like a princess on a fairytale evening, your dress hugging your curves in all the right places, the diamonds at your neck and wrist sparkling under the bright lights.

As you approached the interview area, a sea of eager reporters and camera crews jostled for position, their questions and comments flying through the air like confetti. 

Luke smiled reassuringly at you, his blue eyes twinkling beneath his perfectly coifed hair, before turning to face the throng of media with a practiced ease that belied his years.

"How does it feel to be nominated for such a prestigious award, Luke?" asked one reporter breathlessly, her microphone inches from his face.

"Well, it's a huge honor, of course," he replied, his voice smooth and confident.

 "But at the end of the day, I'm just grateful to be here, surrounded by so much talent. I'd like to dedicate this nomination to my family, my friends, and of course, my girlfriend," he added, squeezing your hand before looking back at the reporter.

 "Without their support, I wouldn't be where I am today."

You felt your cheeks flush with warmth at his words, and as you looked up at him, you could see the love and admiration shining in his eyes. 

You exchanged a brief, sweet kiss before moving on to the next question. 

The rest of the interview flew by in a whirlwind of questions about the upcoming season of Bridgerton, his favorite category of the night, and his thoughts on the other nominees in his category. 

Throughout it all, Luke was charming, articulate, and gracious, leaving a lasting impression on everyone he met.

Finally, you were able to break away from the media frenzy and make your way into the venue proper.

 The grand ballroom was a breathtaking sight, with towering chandeliers casting their warm glow over rows of gleaming tables set with crisp white linen and sparkling crystal. 

Celebrities from all corners of the film industry mingled amongst the guests, their designer dresses and tuxedos making a dazzling display.

As you scanned the room for your seats, you felt a sudden surge of pride in your boyfriend.

 Not only was he talented and handsome, but he was also so genuine and kind-hearted. 

You knew that no matter what happened tonight, whether he won or not, he would always have you by his side, and that your love would only continue to grow stronger.

Just then, a waiter passed by, carrying a tray of champagne flutes. You reached out and took one, offering it to Luke with a mischievous smile. 

"To winning," you toasted.

 "or losing," you added with a wink.

 "and most importantly, to having each other through it all." He laughed, raising his glass to meet yours, and you clinked them together before taking a sip.

The awards ceremony began soon after, with the host taking the stage to welcome everyone and set the tone for the evening. 

As the first award of the night was announced, your stomach did a little flip-flop when you realized that Luke was among the nominees. 

His category was the last one to be presented, and as the golden envelope was slowly opened, the anticipation in the room grew almost palpable.

Finally, the announcer spoke his name, and the crowd erupted into cheers. 

Luke jumped to his feet, looking stunned and overwhelmed, kissing you deeply before making his way up to the stage. 

As he reached the podium, he took a deep breath and looked out over the audience, his emotional eyes meeting you briefly before he began to speak. 

"I want to first and foremost thank my Bridgerton family, the crew, the screenwriters, the whole Netflix team, and the Bafta committee for this incredible honor," he began, his voice steady despite the thunderous applause.

 "And I want to dedicate this award to the most important person in my life, a few years ago on this day I met one of the most talented people on an auditioning day, for a role in one of the most popular Netflix shows that changed my life."

"I want to thank my girlfriend, y/n y/l/n. She's been my rock, my inspiration, my home, my safe place, and my greatest supporter through all of this. I love you, y/n, more than anything in the world."

Tears pricked at your eyes as you listened to him speak, your heart swelling with pride and love for him. 

He went on to thank his family, his friends, and his agents before sitting down amidst thunderous applause and a standing ovation.

 As he made his way back to your table, you couldn't help but feel that no matter what happened from here on out, you would face it together and that your love would only continue to grow stronger in the face of whatever life threw your way.

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[jacksprostate]

Tyler is hopping around on his pogo stick again. When he lands, it's with a mushy thump as he sinks into the rotting floorboards. Sometimes he gets stuck and just tips over instead of bouncing back up. It makes him stumble and jump ship. Moment of perfection ruined.

I need to renew my driver's license, I say.

"What are you telling me for?"

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

If Tyler's bed had a backboard, this is how it would sound before he and Marla pounded through to the next room.

I am Jack's throat of bile.

"Fine," Tyler says. "We'll go."

I do not say, we? Questioning Tyler is an amateur move I've managed to avoid for two months now.

Getting to the DMV takes three buses and a thirty minute walk. Presumably, they've decided you'll be driving there. Sometimes I think about the Audi I had before my Dakapo halogen torchiere speared it. One of Zeus' modern day lightning bolts, making sure the debris from my exploded condo totaled my car.

I could've gotten the windshield replaced. Somewhere, in a junkyard filled with unloved 50s salvage, there's the crushed up cube remains of this year's luxury sedan.

Tyler spends the entire time walking one half step behind me, making me lead him around. It makes me feel blind, like I'm a thirty year old boy still trying to get his father to take him places. I am the world's most easily played instrument. Whenever I look back he's grinning, chipped teeth and split lips.

It's a Saturday and we've arrived two hours or so after opening. This means that when I get my ticket stub, it reads an obscenely high number. I will be sitting here for the next six hours. Give or take.

The thing about seating in a government building is they know you have no choice to be there for at least two hours, if you're lucky. Naturally, the chairs are cheap, yawning plastic bolted into the floor at a height most optimal for slightly tall seven year olds.

Tyler and I toss ourselves into the only two person gap we can find, between a large man giving Bob a run for his money on hormone reversal and a frail woman in her eighties. Both look like I'd see them on a weeknight. I wonder if this is where Marla lurks in the time between when she's fucking Tyler and fucking up my support groups.

"You don't need this shit," Tyler says.

He's slouching into the chair, arms crossed and legs long and in the way. If I were to look where his shirt is rucked up, I'd see his skin disappear into the dark gap between his chiseled hip and the beige slacks he puts on when he pretends he's pretending to be a nice person. It's an obvious farce, since he hasn't even bothered to put underwear on.

This is one of those things that I try not to think too hard about, but I have something like four hundred minutes left to wait around here. I should've brought a few National Geographics.

I need a driver's license for my job, Tyler, I say. The old woman gives me a look.

"Christ." Tyler spits on the floor. I try not to be jealous. My seat neighbor, she gets right up and goes to the other end of the building. "Just roll over, why don't you."

I can tell, this will be a lesson. He gets this huge sureness about himself, like his dick is so big it's slapped his face into that smug false contemplation.

I need some kind of ID, Tyler.

Tyler says, "No you don't. Your bank already has you by the balls with your social security number. You ride the bus around. You're at the airport so often the airline staff recognize you. You only drive when work sends you to a small town, which happens fuck all three times a year. Tell me, you get a good fake, you think the overworked and underpaid car rental employee writing down your information would notice it unless you crashed his car? You know if that happened it'd be because you did it to kill yourself, so where's the problem?"

You could be a perfect driver and die on the road at any second, I protest.

We're attracting attention. Not Bob shifts around. Our conversation is quiet but unnerving.

Tyler says, "Does it feel nice, signing yourself up like a feedlot steer?"

Fucking hell, Tyler. It's not like anyone wants to do this. No one wants to be here. Not everyone can work three night shifts and have no identity according to the government.

Tyler says, "The only thing stopping you is the little set of rules you've set up for yourself."

What does Tyler know about my ability to do things?

"More than you," Tyler says. "You didn't think you could fight. You didn't think you could live without your perfect IKEA nest."

He's right. I still want to kick him to the floor and introduce his teeth to the tile. I notice, Not Bob has cleared the area. Retreat to safety. Bomb detonation in five, four. We've got a three seat berth on each side with people standing packed against the walls of the place.

A lone security guard floats our way.

"I'm going to have to ask you to leave, sir."

It's not the way that the men at fight club have started calling me sir. The security guard is looking at me like he knows about my condo blowing up, and he feels awfully sure about the cause.

I need to renew my driver's license.

Tyler says, "If we pay taxes for this building, these workers, doesn't that mean we pay your salary? You're going to kick out your kindest boss?"

"If you don't leave, I'll have to call the police."

Tyler says, "Can't even do it yourself?"

I think, every second of this day has been excruciating, and I have been awake for 77 hours.

Tyler socks the security guard right in the jaw, and the crowd goes wild.

It happens like this: Tyler hits the security guard with all four knuckles, all the people start screaming, and the security guard goes for his gun. I am standing in the middle of this hurricane, calm like a baby that's just been left in the car in 90 degree weather. I start walking.

Behind me, Tyler wrestles for the gun. He tosses it towards the kiosk that spat out my waiting ticket. He lets the security guard hit him in the gut. The face. The face again. He's on the ground, bloody spit threading his rebroken smile, and the security guard is kicking him in the gut. Tyler curls into a ball, the security guard kicks him in the kidneys. This will give Tyler bruises like size thirteen boots and make him piss blood for three weeks.

I reach the door, and Tyler's crawling after me. The security guard has come out of his haze, and now the crowd is staring at him. The headline: local DMV worker brutally bludgeons mentally ill constituent. People stare at him, now aware of the violence he is capable of. They wonder. He wonders.

Tyler limps out the door. We get on the bus and the driver stares at us and does not make us pay when we walk past him to the seats. The driver had a black eye. We saw him at fight club last week.

We sit, and I tell Tyler, because of him I'm definitely on a list now. Like they had for all those communists, but now it's for schizophrenics who might bomb their local state Department of Motor Vehicles location. I tell him if I get a letter saying I have to show up in court because I beat up a government worker, I'm sending him, and he can have fun explaining that to whatever rancid old judge presides over our case.

He laughs, and laughs, and laughs.

#fight club #my writing #this ones a little long actually. one day i'll probably put all these on ao3 #inspired by me recently having to do govt stuff. wasnt this but its what i could think of something coming up 4 the narrator #ftr “chipped teeth and split lips” is where my brain was like. :) done! #like no. theres more to be done here

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Uchusen Vol. 182 (Autumn 2023) Kamen Rider Gotchard Main Cast Member & Staff Interviews (translations below)

Publication: October 2, 2023

Junsei Motojima (Houtarou Ichinose) Interview

"Motojima-san, please tell us what made you want to become an actor"

Motojima: My parents love movies, and that was the main reason for my interest in them. I especially like action movies. When I was young, I watched alot of action movies with my parents, and when I started middle school, I started watching movies I myself liked. Then, when I was in high school and thinking about my future career, I thought, "I can't think of anything else but acting."

"What’s your favorite movie?"

Motojima: I love the "007" series, which I first watched when I was in my third year of elementary school. Among them, I like "Casino Royale" the most. I also watch a wide range of other genres, both Japanese and foreign, as well as horror films. I also like anime.

"That being said, what's your favorite anime?"

Motojima: I like "Tokyo Revengers" and "Jujutsu Kaisen," and I love "ONE PIECE," which I've been watching since I was a child.

"Do you have any actors you're aiming to be like?"

Motojima: It would be Yoshizawa Ryo-san and Suzuki Ryohei-san. Yoshizawa Ryo-san is a senior at my agency, and is also my senior in Kamen Rider (Kamen Rider Meteor). I was moved by the preview screening of "Tokyo Revengers 2: Bloody Halloween." I've admired Suzuki Ryohei-san ever since I saw his powerful performance in "The Blood of Wolves 2." My goal is to act in a way that conveys power, even through the screen.

"Did you watch any of the Kamen Rider series when you were a child?"

Motojima: I remember watching "Kamen Rider OOO." I also had some Rider related toy swords at home, and I remember my parents scolding me with, "That's dangerous!" when I would sword fight with my friends (laughs).

"Please tell us about your audition for Kamen Rider Gotchard."

Motojima: During the audition, I had to play the role of Houtarou, as well as another role. Since I didn't know in advance which role I'd be playing, I prepared for both roles.

"What was it like when you received the news that you had been chosen?"

Motojima: My manager called me into his office for something else, and when I got there, with a serious look on his face, he said, "Junsei, I need to talk to you, so take a seat." Then, the conversation started off as if I had failed, with him saying, "You tried your best in the Kamen Rider audition, but…" I thought, "Guess things didn't work this time, huh?," and then he said, "You've been chosen to play the lead role" (laughs). Even though I was in the office, I was jumping up and down with joy.

"How did your family react?"

Motojima: After hearing that I had been chosen, I rushed home to tell my mother as soon as possible. My mother had been the biggest supporter of my Kamen Rider audition, so she cried tears of joy.

"Did you feel any pressure when you were chosen to play the main character?"

Motojima: Of course I did. I was happy, but at the same time I was worried about whether I could play the main character, as I had little experience as an actor. However, I thought it'd be a waste of time to be anxious, so I decided to read the script anyway.

"What were your impressions on the production of Gotchard?"

Motojima: I thought it was a very upbeat show. The story of the search for 101 Chemies is interesting, and when I learned that there are more than 50 transformation forms, I was shocked thinking, "That many?!" With some simple math, that means that there'll be at least one new form each time, right? I felt like my head was going to explode (laughs).

"How did you prepare for the role of Houtarou Ichinose?"

Motojima: In the materials we received in advance, it said, "He's not very good at studying, but he's athletic and has a very bright personality" So, in my daily life I thought about things like, "What would Houtarou do?" and, "How should Houtarou speak?," with that in mind, I always try to be Houtarou Ichinose. As I worked on the role, I began to get a clearer picture of Houtarou's character, and from episode 5 onward, I added some new performances that differed from the previous ones, further solidifying the role.

"Are there any elements of Houtarou that you noticed while performing?"

Motojima: He's "full of energy". Also, he has the personality of saying what he thinks immediately. Even in the first episode, there's a line where he said, "I have to say something!" I think another characteristic of Houtarou, is that he takes action immediately, not just with his words. I'm also trying to learn how to act like Houtarou. When I see an elderly person on the train, I want to be the kind of person who takes appropriate action and give up my seat.

"Has anything else in your life changed since being cast in Gotchard?"

Motojima: Filming starts very early in the morning, but I try to go to the gym before heading to the set. My routine is to get up alittle earlier, go to the gym, make a salad at home, take a bath for about an hour, and then go to the set.

"We think that routine is abit demanding….."

Motojima: Houtarou is always in good spirits, so I'm committed about going onto set in good spirits myself. So on days when my body is tired, I get up early and go to the gym to get my adrenaline pumping. I want to make sure that my energy and cheerfulness never changes, even as we continue filming for Gotchard.

"Are there any similarities between yourself and Houtarou?"

Motojima: Houtarou was suddenly entrusted with the role of "Kamen Rider," and I feel the same way in that I was also entrusted with the important role of "Houtarou Ichinose." This is the first time for me to try out a full time performance, so I have alot to work on, but, I think we both have one thing in common, and it's that we both will never give up.

"You mentioned that you make salad every day, so cooking is also something you have in common with Houtarou."

Motojima: That's true! I make my own salad in addition to the boxed lunch I receive on set. It's not a creative dish like Houtarou's, rather, it's just an ordinary salad (laughs).

"It'd be interesting to see a project like, "Houtarou Ichinose's Creative Cooking Course."

Motojima: No? What would I do? (laughs). "Junsei Motojima's Cooking Course" would be fine, but Houtarou's creative cooking might not be very helpful (laughs). But, I actually did do some creative cooking during the auditions. In the script I was given in advance during the audition, there's a scene where he makes a, "Cucumber hamburger with mustard and pollock mayonnaise," and in order to become Houtarou, I actually made and ate that creative dish before heading to the audition. Then, after each audition, I thought of creative dishes that Houtarou might make and made them. On the day of the final audition, I came up with the dish, "Spaghetti with pollock roe, cucumbers, and a suika bar (watermelon popsicle)."

"A suika bar?!"

Motojima: I think Houtarou's creative dishes are filled with things that children will love. I wanted to copy that too, so I also added a suika bar. The taste was……I'm not so sure about the taste (laughs).

"Are there any other things you pay attention to when playing Houtarou?"

Motojima: I think it's important to be aware of the camera. When I watched back episodes 1 and 2, I realized, perhaps due to my lack of experience, that I wasn't fully aware of the cameras.

"You have the most scenes with Rinne, so what are your impressions of Matsumoto Reiyo-san?"

Motojima: Reiyo-chan's personality is the complete opposite of Rinne's. Rinne is abit arrogant, but Reiyo-chan is very honest and cheerful. She's very easy to talk to, so we read the script together the day before and discuss the performance.

"What was your impression when you first saw Gotchard's suit?"

Motojima: The sparkling reflections were so cool, that I could see them from far away. I was excited to think that I would be able to do the dubbing for this sparkling Rider for the next year.

"What kinds of discussions did you have with Suit Actor Eitoku-san?"

Motojima: I've talked with Eitoku-san about many things, including movements. There are parts of the sword where I use Eitoku-san's movements as reference and try to match them, and there are also parts where Eitoku-san watches my movements. In a way, Eitoku-san and I are one and the same, so watching Eitoku-san play Gotchard is a good opportunity for me to look at Houtarou Ichinose objectively. It's not often in other dramas that two people play the same role, so it's an experience unique to Kamen Rider.

"How was the transformation pose decided?"

Motojima: After much thought with Action Director (Hirofumi) Fukuzawa-san, we settled on the pose of "Gather 2 Chemies, mixing them together, creating a triangle with an alchemy symbol, and then clapping." However, Eitoku-san's pose in episode 1 was so cool that I changed it to incorporate the same movement starting with episode 3. Please think of the transformation poses in episodes 1 and 2 as special editions, with the definitive version starting with episode 3!

"Isn't recording for the dub difficult?"

Motojima: No, it's alot of fun! When I'm doing voice acting, I’m in Gotchard's point of view, so I feel as if I’m actually fighting. It's also alot of fun to be able to put my voice into movements that can't actually happen. When Steamhopper Wild jumps up high in the first episode, I adlibed yelling, "Whoo~!" (laughs). Of course there are tough parts, but more than that, I'm very excited by each new experience I come across.

"What kind of stories can we expect from now on?"

Motojima: So far, Houtarou has managed to overcome obstacles on his own. However, I believe that there'll come a time when he'll face an obstacle that he can't overcome alone, so I'd like to see a development where he can work together with Rinne and his friends to defeat a strong enemy.

"If you've been going to the gym, you may have the opportunity to show off your well developed muscles."

Motojima: I'll tear off my clothes and say, "Now it's my turn!" (laughs). It'd be interesting to see such a development, but since Houtarou isn't a muscular character, I think it'd be great if there was a setting where his body changed due to the influence of the Chemies (laughs).

"Finally, for our readers who are excited about Gotchard, what can they expect in the future?"

Motojima: Suddenly, Houtarou has been entrusted with the role of Kamen Rider, but from now on, he'll become friends with many Chemies and continue to grow stronger and stronger. I'm working hard to grow as an actor with Houtarou, so I hope you'll pay attention as you watch the show. As for future developments, Houtarou and his friends will be going to unusual places for school events. Rinne and his best friend Kajiki will also play a big role, so please look forward to it! _

Reiyo Matsumoto (Rinne Kudo) Interview

"Please tell us how you became involved in this production"

Reiyo: I knew (Hoshino) Yuna-chan, who played Kurama Neon in "Kamen Rider Geats," so I would watch Geats's broadcast. I was thinking, "I want to do this too," and was then offered to audition for the role of Beroba, which I accepted. At that time, I was told that my image was alittle different, and I thought, "As I thought, it's difficult to get into Kamen Rider," but then, I was given the opportunity to audition for this role.

"How did you perform in the audition?"

Reiyo: The materials I received described her as an "honor student." But, I myself am not an honor student and I'm not very smart (laugh), so I tried my best to play the role of a tough character. I tried to develop my own image of Rinne, answering questions in an honor student like style, and wore my school uniform with my hair in a ponytail so that I would look like an honor student. The script we were given at the audition was set up like a school drama, and I think there was a line from Rinne where she says, "Rules are meant to be obeyed!" At that point, the setting didn't involve alchemy or spells, so I was surprised when I read the actual script after getting the role.

"Please tell us about the situation when you were informed that you had been chosen."

Reiyo: When I received the notification from my manager that I had passed the audition, I was studying for an exam in the study room of a library. That's why I didn't scream even though I was so happy. I rushed outside and was once again happy, shouting, "I did it!" (laughs).

"How did your family react?"

Reiyo: Everyone's reactions were as happy as mine. My father said, "When Reiyo came back from the audition, her face was different. That's why I definitely knew that she was chosen." (laughs)

"You've been active as a model, but have you always been interested in acting?"

Reiyo: I wanted to challenge myself to trying a wide range of other things, not just modeling. I've especially loved Kamen Rider since I was a child, so I was really happy when I got the role.

"What's your favorite entry in the Kamen Rider series?"

Reiyo: In particular, I remember "Kamen Rider OOO" well. I also remember "Wizard" and "Gaim." I have 2 older brothers, so I watched them with them. We had "Den-O" and "Kiva" transformation belts at home, and we used to play Rider, but it took a long time for us to actually start because my brothers and I were always fighting over who got to be the hero (laughs). My older brothers played the role of heroes, and I had many roles where I offered support. Come to think of it, my oldest brother is the same age as (Yasunari) Fujibayashi-san, who plays Spanner, and the younger brother is the same age as (Junsei) Motojima-kun, who plays Houtarou, so they're linked with Gotchard (laughs).

"What did your brothers, who influenced you, say to their sister when she was chosen to play the heroine?"

Reiyo: They said "You've surpassed us~" and, "Play the same way you played the hero when you were a kid" (laughs).

"Other than tokusatsu, what kind of shows do you watch?"

Reiyo: When it comes to anime, I like "The Promised Neverland," "My Hero Academia," "I Want to Eat Your Pancreas," and "Beyond the Boundary." There are so many other shows that I like, but when we start talking about anime, it seems like I'll never stop (laughs).

"Going back to Gotchard, do you consciously play the role of Rinne in the same way that you did before?"

Reiyo: I did it with "harshness." When she was little, her father went missing, and I think that's why she distrusts people and didn't make any friends. But as I read through the actual script, I noticed the kindness in Rinne. However, if I'm too gentle, it's difficult to see Rinne's strength, so it’s hard to find a balance. Rinne has a gap between harshness and gentleness, and I think her tsundere personality is charming. In episodes 1 and 2, there was alot of "tsun," but I hope you'll pay attention as her heart gradually relaxes.

"What did you think of the alchemist setting?"

Reiyo: I wasn't familiar with "alchemy," so I immediately went online to find out more. The cloak, rings, and other parts of the costume are also unrealistic but very cool. I love spells and magic, so when I read the script I excitedly thought, "I can do this!" I was so happy because it felt like the playground games I used to play with my friends in kindergarten were coming true (laughs).

"What are some of the most memorable alchemy scenes that have been broadcast so far?"

Reiyo: It's the scene in the first episode where the fallen leaves come to the surface. When I saw the broadcast, I thought, "So cool~" and fell in love with Rinne myself (laughs).

"There's a scene where you climb a staircase connected to a wall and recite a spell to open a door, but how did that play out on set?"

Reiyo: At first, it was difficult to visualize. When I read the script, I imagined that a hole would open in the wall when I cast a spell, but I was surprised to see a scene where a door was opened during filming. When I saw the finished video, I was very impressed with how it turned out and thought, "So that's what happened!"

"Did you receive any requests or advice from the Directors regarding your performance?"

Reiyo: Director (Ryuta) Tasaki advised us that, "Acting is a drive." While showing the actors a miniature toy car, he told us, "An actor cannot move without the gasoline of emotion. When you drive at top speed, you can give a great performance." So in other words, you have to perform from the heart, not just from your hands, in order for the viewers to understand what you're doing, and for you to be able to perform effectively as an actor. In order to give an emotional performance, I read the script in detail and try to understand Rinne's feelings from each line.

"What's the atmosphere on set like?"

Reiyo: We get along incredibly well and everyone is kind to each other. When we have free time during filming, we play games together, and it's alot of fun. We play puzzle games like, "Word Wolf" or, "Sea Turtle Soup." I also love gummy candy, so I always have some with me and give them to everyone (laughs).

"Please tell us your impressions of Junsei Motojima-san, who plays Houtarou."

Reiyo: Junsei-kun is really just like Houtarou. For example, when filming stops for a scene that's difficult to act in, the scene sometimes becomes an issue. At such times, Junsei-kun can just say a few words, and the scene instantly becomes more relaxed. In the beginning, I couldn't tell jokes and spoke with honorifics, but now I can laugh at Junsei's jokes and he can respond to mine.

"What are your impressions of another female cast member, Oto Abe-san, who plays the role of Renge Icho?"

Reiyo: We often work together in the waiting room, and Abe-san speaks in a straightforward manner, just like a Kansai person, which is extremely interesting. Abe-san's own laughter is so loud that it makes me happy to hear it. Abe's laughter lights up the atmosphere on set.

"How much do you know about future developments?"

Reiyo: I don't know anything at all! (laughs), that's why I always look forward to receiving the next script, and every time I go on set, I check to see if a new script has arrived.

"What do you want to do in the future as Rinne?"

Reiyo: First, I want to become stronger than Houtarou! Most heroines are saved by the hero, but I want to, "Become a heroine who's stronger than the hero" (laughs). That's why I want to challenge myself with action. And also, I want to transform into a Kamen Rider. Since I was a child, I've always wanted to transform into a Kamen Rider, and my older brothers and I even competed with each other for the belts (laughs). Recently, the number of female Kamen Riders have been increasing, so I hope that I'll get a chance to become one of them.

"Finally, please tell us about some future highlights"

Reiyo: Through her involvement with Houtarou, Rinne's mindset, which used to put rules first, has gradually changed. Some people may have watched episodes 1 and 2 and thought, "Isn't Rinne a scary kid?," But I think you'll gradually see a different side to her than the strict honor student character, so it's exciting. Please look forward to seeing Rinne's image crumble! (laughs). Still, I'll keep Rinne's strength and respect for the rules until the end. Thank you for your support throughout the year! _

Hiroki Uchida, Yosuke Minato, Keiichi Hasegawa Interviews

"First, we'd like to ask about the development of Kamen Rider Gotchard. When did Minato-san receive the offer to become Chief Producer?"

Minato: Last year, I was preparing for "Ohsama Sentai King-Ohger" with Chief Producer (Takahito) Omori. Ryohei Takahashi, a talented junior staff member, joined us as an assistant Producer, and we were ready to go at last. Whenever I join a production, I always keep one goal in mind. In King-Ohger I had set my goal as, "Moffun will take the world by storm!" But during this I was told, "Please take charge of the next Kamen Rider," and Moffun was left up to Omori and the others. The result was that Moffun became very popular…..(laugh). I immediately started meeting with Producer Ishimori-san, TV Asahi, and Bandai, where we decided to use the cards as the transformation items. On my way home, the first thing I did was call Uchida-san.

Uchida: Originally, I was invited to write the script for King-Ohger, so I thought it was going to be about that, but was surprised to hear that it was about a new Kamen Rider. I'd already cleared my schedule for King-Ohger, and I've been in contact with Minato-san since our school days, and we also worked together on "Kamen Rider Saber," so I was happy that he asked me to work on it, but I was honestly concerned, as the two of us are still young, would we be able to handle it?

Minato: When a new Producer launches a project, veteran Producers Shinichiro Shirakura and Hideaki Tsukada are supposed to watch over them. However, if you don't have a solid idea of what you want to do and what you want to achieve when launching the project, it'll end up becoming Shirakura and Tsukada's work. That's why, the first thing I asked Uchida-san, an old friend who I could easily express my true feelings and weaknesses to, was to participate in this project. However, Uchida-san was a main writer for the first time (at Toei), so I thought it'd be difficult for him to write for an entire year by himself. So, I asked Hasegawa-san, who helped with Saber, if he could join us as a sub writer in advance.

Hasegawa: You called me on the phone, right? To put it simply, at the time, I was so happy to be invited to work on Minato-kun's first project as a Chief.

"When he approached you two, you already had a card motif in mind, but where did the theme of "alchemy" come from?"

Minato: Over the course of our meeting, the word alchemy came up. This is a theme that so far, has never been used in the Kamen Rider series (in the main series), and the combination of cards and alchemy is rare. I thought, "Wouldn't it be interesting to depict this?"

Uchida: Also, at that time, the existence of Chemies hadn't been decided. I wasn't at the meeting, so, when I was briefed on it, I smiled bitterly at what a difficult path I'd chosen to go down…..

Minato: When Shirakura worked on the card battles in "Kamen Rider Ryuki," he concluded that the cards were like a proxy war, so he needed a gimmick that would allow the user to intervene. In "Kamen Rider Decade," the value of the cards was further enhanced by allowing users to become any Kamen Rider when using them, but this time, we needed to draw out the appeal of the cards even more. During all of this, the design of the cards that Bandai sent to us looked like living creatures, and the idea flashed in my mind that these were homunculi, monsters created through alchemy. That led us to Chemy. We agreed that it'd be exciting if the Kamen Riders fought using the cards that contained the various abilities of the Chemies, and that it'd actually be fun to collect the cards.

"At that point, was it also decided that there would be only one Kamen Rider appearing in the early stage?"

Minato: It was. If we were going to depict a hero who fights while switching cards, rather than increasing the number of Kamen Riders, it's better to increase the number of forms for each Rider, and this direction coincided with my desire to create a small number of Riders. In the early stages of the project, the idea was to keep the structure similar to "Kamen Rider Agito," with only 3 Riders. In the end, it became a single Rider, and he has to fight using all of his cards and switching between them.

"Did the current story come out of that initial plan?"

Minato: While working with Uchida-san on the scripts for the episodes 1 and 2, the flow of, "There are Chemies," "Alchemy is used," and "Houtarou enrolls at the Alchemist Academy" was determined. However, since there's so many people involved in the Kamen Rider series, when we were putting together the script, both Uchida-san and I were constantly receiving so many different opinions, that we felt like we couldn't accept them all…..With the way things were going, episodes 1 and 2 would get lost in story, and would never make it into the final script. After consulting with Shirakura, Tsukada, and senior Producer Kazuhiro Takahashi, it was decided that we ask Hasegawa-san, who had been asked to participate as a sub writer, to help us sort things out.

Hasegawa: Just when I was thinking, "Isn't it about time?" I received a call saying, "They're finally here!" But, when I thought it would be about episodes 5 and 6, I was told, "Please do episodes 1 and 2. These are the main ones." I was surprised and said, "Eh?!" and "They're not done yet?!" (laughs). At that point, it had been decided that Houtarou would be the son of a family restaurant, that he would meet Hopper1, and become a Kamen Rider. However, Houtarou was supposed to release the 101 Chemies. Houtarou, an unconventional guy, feels sorry for the Chemies he's stored in the cards and releases them, but then collects them again because of the trouble they've caused. It was a, "Cause problems and get credit for the solution" type of story. There was no clear enemy, and the Three Dark Sisters didn't exist.

Minato: I thought that if the Chemies were scattered all over the world and merged with bad people in town to become monsters, there'd be no need for a villain for the main character to face. Even if it became necessary halfway through, I ultimately didn't think it was necessary to have them appear in the first episode.

Uchida: There were so many elements revealed in the first episode, that I thought if we included even the villain, the audience wouldn't be able to keep up with the story

Hasegawa: By abandoning the "problem to solution" development, we needed an enemy.

Minato: At first, TV Asahi's producer (Chihiro) Inoue insisted that "It'd be better to aim for an easy to understand enemy." Then, Assistant Producer (Daigo) Matsura remembered this and proposed it again to Hasegawa-san, where the Three Dark Sisters were created.

Hasegawa: We had alot of discussions about what kind of enemy to make. "Kamen Rider Saber" had 3 males, and "Kamen Rider Revice" had 1 female and 2 males, so I came up with the idea of having 3 females to differentiate our characters.

Minato: I thought it was an interesting story, and that having three female villains would leave an impact. As a result, the first episode had a high proportion of female cast members for a Kamen Rider.

"It's true, the only male characters were Houtarou, Minato, Fuga Kudo, and Kajiki."

Hasegawa: At first, Kajiki wasn't there either. It started out as a couple students talking about urban legends, but then Inoue-san asked us to, "Make Houtarou have a friend," and so Kajiki was created.

"Chemies are living things, and we asked about this earlier, but was Hopper1 originally going to be the current mascot?"

Minato: It was Hasegawa-san's tastes.

Hasegawa: Ever since I read the first draft, I knew that Hopper1 had to be cute. Grasshoppers don't make noises, but I thought, "Let's make it cute!," so I improvised and wrote in that it says, "Hopper."

Minato: Hasegawa-san joined us without any prior knowledge, so he suggested out alot of ideas that we didn't think of, which was very helpful.

Uchida: I was happy to see that he kept the refreshing male and female buddy element, which we'd been advocating for since the beginning of the project.

"Did Uchida-san originally plan on making the male and female combination of Houtarou and Rinne the center of the story?"

Uchida: We were aiming for a fun and cheerful story about two teenagers, Houtarou and Rinne, who are both students.

Minato: In terms of casting, we planned from the beginning of the project to cast a young teenager as Houtarou.

Uchida: We also talked about how difficult it would be to find an actor who could play the role of Rinne.

Minato: Unlike Houtarou, who suddenly became a Kamen Rider, I thought that since she was his senior and came from a line of alchemists, even though they're classmates, she would require a slightly more mature attitude than Houtarou. I thought that the actor would be in her early twenties, older than Houtarou's actor.

Uchida: And then we met Matsumoto Reiyo-chan at an audition.

Minato: We found Rinne. And she's a mature 15 year old!

Hasegawa: Motojima Junsei-kun, who plays Houtarou, is exactly the image of Houtarou that I had envisioned. I thought they both fit their roles wonderfully.

Minato: I'm truly grateful for the opportunity of meeting Junsei-kun and Reiyo-chan.

"From episode 2 onwards, Renge Icho and Sabimaru Tsuruhara will appear as students of the Alchemist Academy."

Minato: They also existed at the time of Uchida-san's initial ideas. However, as I mentioned earlier, there was no villain at the beginning, so Renge and Sabimaru were set up as a rival team led by Kurogane Spanner.

Hasegawa: It was a 3 person team with Spanner as the leader, and Renge and Sabimaru as its members. They were going to fight for the Ride Chemy Cards with them. During the rough plotting stage of episodes 3 and 4, it was suggested that Spanner should be left alone.

Minato: I decided that Spanner would be like an elder brother, who guides Houtarou until he grows. That being the case, Spanner must be a strong character who can fight alone. That's when the characters were reconstructed, and Renge and Sabimaru became classmates of Houtarou and his friends at the Alchemist Academy. Come to think of it, it was Hasegawa-san's idea that Renge start speaking with a Kansai dialect.

Hasegawa: In the script for the episode 2, we had Renge speak with the Kansai dialect to differentiate her character.

Minato: I thought, "It's not going to be easy finding an actor who can speak in the Kansai dialect!," but it was fate that Abe Oto-san, who's from Osaka, was there for the audition. I asked her to improvise some lines in the Kansai dialect, and she really got into it. The only character in the Kamen Rider series with a Kansai dialect is Akiko Narumi from "Kamen Rider W," but it's rare for a character to have a Kansai dialect all the time.

Hasegawa: But, episode 3 reminded me of Akiko. There's also a takoyaki scene (laughs).

Minato: Originally, Sabimaru was set to have a VTuber avatar, rather than use AI. However, creating a VTuber was difficult, so we settled on AI.

Uchida: I had been in contact with (Rikiya) Tomizono-kun, who plays Sabimaru, for a long time, but I presented him with an audition without saying I was happy. I was happy to hear that he made it to the final audition. I knew he had experience as a voice actor and that he'd be able to play the voice of AI, so when he was chosen, I thought it was the perfect casting.

Minato: For the AI…..there was a proposal to use a voice actor, but despite his looks, Tomizono-kun can produce a low, handsome sounding voice, so we decided he could play the role of the AI as well. We were happy that we found someone who exceeded our expectations.

"We'd also like to ask about staffing. Director Ryuta Tasaki is the Pilot Director, and Hirofumi Fukuzawa, who was previously in charge of Super Sentai, will be the Action Director."

Minato: When Uchida-san and I, two newcomers, started Gotchard, we decided to ask a veteran Director who we could rely on to direct the pilot, so we asked Director Tazaki, who worked with us on "Avataro Sentai Donbrothers." I also asked Director Fukuzawa, who I had worked with on Donbrothers, and consider to be one of the top ten Action Directors in Asia, to be our director. As a result, the main staff, except for the writers, are the same as Donbrothers (laughs).

Uchida: Since the planning meeting, I've been wondering, "How would the alchemy be visualized in the first place?" On top of that, Director Tasaki carefully creates a format for the worldview and creates a work that's even more exciting than the script. Both episodes 1 and 2 had great visuals.

Hasegawa: The acting of the cast was also excellent. Kajiki was my favorite, but when I saw Kabe Amon-kun's performance in the show, I loved him even more. It's hard to resist the urge to only have him in more scenes when I'm working on the script (laughs).

"Please tell us about the opening theme song "CHEMY×STORY" and the insert song "Rising Fighter."

Minato: Since the very beginning of the project, I've been committed to the "Rider Kick Supremacy" principle. I mentioned Agito earlier, but Agito has been a special work in my life ever since I saw it for the first time when I was in my first year of middle school. The coolness of the combination of the Rider Kicks and the song "BELIEVE YOURSELF" has left a strong impression on me. Because of this impression, I'd always said that I wanted to leave the Rider Kick scene in the memories of the children watching Gotchard. We decided to play the "Kick Song" during the Rider Kick scene from the very beginning of the project, and it led to the song "Rising Fighter" sung by Beverly in episode 2. When music producer (Mayu) Ida-san asked me what kind of theme song I wanted to use for the opening, I said, "I want it to be an upbeat song." Then, BACK-ON was chosen as the artist, and we came up with a song with a bright, youthful feel that's typical of a high school Kamen Rider. I told Fujibayashi Seiko-san (who wrote the lyrics) that Gotchard was a bright, youthful school drama, and she wrote wonderful lyrics. Director Tasaki also responded to my wishes with a fast paced video, for which I can only express my gratitude.

Uchida: When I saw the opening video, I felt that we had to keep this positive feeling. It felt as if we received a message from Director Tasaki that the story of Gotchard should be like this.

"Broadcasting will continue for the next year. What are your goals for the future?"

Hasegawa: Our goal is to take good care of the characters. I'd like to continue to make the characters more appealing and continue to depict them throughout the year, including the villains.

Minato: If we look at some previous works, there are some characters who leave the show halfway (laughs).

Hasegawa: That's true…..(laughs) Right now, we're still at the stage of thinking about how to make the characters appealing in the drama. A year is a long period of time, and it's impossible to predict what kind of "chemical reactions" may occur. After overcoming these challenges, we may discover some aspects that we never thought of. First, I'm aiming for the final episode, and I'm going to write carefully without giving up on these characters.

Uchida: Of course, we value the characters, but when we actually met with the actors, we felt that, unlike in anime, one of the characteristics of live action productions is that, "Actors who aren't colored with any colors create their characters from scratch." As for Gotchard, Junsei Motojima-kun, who plays Houtarou, and Reiyo Matsumoto-chan, who plays Rinne, are making their first attempts at acting, so I think we must create a script that'll bring out their charm and brilliance even more. I'd also like to make Gotchard a show that can inspire the hearts of not only children, but also adults.

Minato: I'm going to get through the year thinking, "I must never lose the feeling of youth." Youth is a time of unconditional brilliance, and I think it makes not only the individual but also those around them smile. In Gotchard, I'll carefully depict the story of Houtarou and Rinne so that we can share the "sparkle" of youth together.

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Can i request skz reaction to u askin them to buy you a collar with a leash or cat ears pls? If that doesn't make u uncomfy ofc

collar and cat ears ; boyfriend!stray kids' reactions.

🖇—...boyfriend!stray kids' reactions to their s/o asking them to buy cat ears and a collar.

✧.* 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 ; mature, suggestive, established relationship, implied friends to lovers, dom!stray kids, sub!reader, boyfriend!stray kids, gn!reader.

✧.* 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; pet names, praise kink, degradation, petplay, toys, general sexual themes.

bang chan—...

He support everything you do, no matter how weird it may be. Okay, maybe not everything, but most things! Not morally or lawfully wrong then he's fine.

But he would be a bit confused when you ask him to buy you a few...interesting items to say the least. Cat ears and a collar with a leash? Is it for you? Are you using them for a costume or anything?

If you came out dressed in those cat keyhole lingerie, wearing the cat ears and the collar that he bought would make him burst. False confidence, he would be blushing and shy all of a sudden when seeing such a sight.

"Meow~!" You taunted him, acting like a cat as you crawled on the floor toward him.

Chan is going to explode, covering his red ears and cheeks. He would actually freak out when you let him hold the leash.

"You...look so cute." He smiled gently, his hand gliding down your spine. He is so shy yet he is still an absoloute tease.

lee know—...

He adore cats, and you're very aware of it. You're sure he would choose cats over most things at every chance given, sometimes even over you—his partner.

Minho is the freakiest and boldest person you know, the guy didn't even bat an eye when you asked him to buy you something a little...mature to say the least. He even went as far as saying “Oh? Would you like me to call you ‘kitten’ too?” with a smirk on his face.

You were way too shy to actual buy it yourself, but you was even shyer to ask your boyfriend for it. But you pulled through, and so here you are in a adult store with Minho. Choose whatever you like, he won’t mind.

You never felt more embarrassed than picking out cat ears and adult toys under the intense stare of your boyfriend. “You’ll look cute with that, it’ll go well with the ears.” He pointed at the butt plug with a furry tail attached at the end.

"I'm not going that far, Minho." You told, hiding your flushed red face away. You wouldn't mind, you two tried worse things than this, this is tamed compare to what you have done.

Your boyfriend smiled, "Don't worry 'bout it, sweetheart. I'm paying, so I'd like to see you go all out." And next thing you know, you're already on your knees meowing to him like a helpless kitty.

Your backside dripping from the plug, your body was overly sensitive under his fingertips. You couldn't speak, so humiliated, he got your legs so weak.

"Oh-ho, cat got your tongue?" He teased, holding the leash in his hand.

changbin—...

Well, that was sudden..? He's a little taken back when you asked him to buy those things. It's not bad, it's just kind of different for you two.

He's not that into weird shit or anything too spicy, vanilla, you might say. Sweet and gentle love making sessions is what he's familiar with. But he's willing to try new things if it's for you.

"Is it too tight?" He's aware of his strength, he don't want to hurt you like how he accidentally did a few times in bed before.

Even though he isn't used to this, but the effects of yours still work on him. Your cat ears is fluffy and soft, the little bells ringing as you shook your head innocently.

He held the leash in his hand, feeling the faux leather that wrapped around your pretty neck. A side telling him to hold back, the other telling him to let loose.

hyunjin—...

He's judging your taste in things, he's not fucking a cat he's freaky but not at the same time. Ready to take risk, but staying safe is also okay.

But he's an artist, he know he should be versatile and open-minded. And he is, therefore he agreed to buy you those cat ears and that leash. It doesn't hurt to try something new in bed, he wants you to have fun too.

Hearing the bells rings every single thrust he make, you're slowly losing your mind on top of him as you rode him like the good kitty that you are.

"This kitty is a little bit of a slut? How naughty~" Hyunjin grinned, pulling you closer by the leash on your neck.

han—...

Shy, shy baby!! He had to ask you again to confirm what he heard was true. He was fine at first when you asked him for cat ears, but then a leash made him into somewhat of a blushing mess.

You'd look adorable in cat ears, and would look quite sexy wearing a leash—! His hands are shaking as he tried his best to keep his composure, picking out and ordering them for you. Just occupied with the sight of you all curled up in bed with little to nothing but cat ears and a leash.

Your tongue gliding over the warm and flushed skin of his hand, looking up at him with your sparkling eyes. Naïve and pure, so much so that he either want to preserve or corrupt.

felix—...

"Oh, cat ears? We should get matching ones!" The enthusiasm in his voice almost make you regretful of what your real intentions are. You know Felix likes cute things, cat ears are no exception. You wonder how he would react to buying you a leash?

Felix blinked, "No? You don't want to get matching ones? That's fine, you can get what you like and I'll get what I like."

When you told your plan, your boyfriend had to take a minute. "Oh...Oh." That is indeed straying from the usual business you two are up to, but he's fine with switching things up.

Surprisingly, he like it. He would try to incorporate it into your sessions more. You look cute and pretty with those ears, hearing you purr and meow with your sweet, mellow voice is addicting to say the least.

seungmin—...

"What? You want cat ears...and a collar?" Seungmin perked his eyebrow, what an odd request from you.

Is this some perverted fantasy you have that you two haven't act out in bed? Or is it the cat-hybrid thing that he usually sees in anime? But alright, he'll get you those new toys to play with.

He put the collar around your neck, toying with the golden bell. "How pretty? Come here kitty, kitty~" Seungmin called you with his finger, slowly pulling you with the leash on your cat collar.

i.n—...

It was a joke when you pulled your boyfriend into a adult shop, but when you begin browsing for a bit, you found a few things that you'd like to try out.

"Oh, you want those? Um...sure." Of course he is unaware of what he's getting himself into. Cat ears and a collar are normal things, it's just an interesting place to buy your costume.

He is speechless when you're in the bedroom, wearing the cat ears and collar he bought. You brushed your head against his hand, meowing like a cat as you're tricking him into doing something dirty.

#skz #stray kids x y/n #stray kids x you #stray kids #stray kids reactions #skz scenarios #stray kids x gender neutral reader #stray kids x male reader #stray kids x female reader #cat ears #collar #stray kids fanfic #stray kids imagines #pet pl4y #request #skz fanfic #bang chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #seungmin #skz i.n #cat girl #cat boy #neko

[milfswriter]

Innocent

Alma Peregrine x Reader

Request by @queerpersonified: Peculiars assuming reader is dangerous and shouldn’t be around kids, when in reality she’s a very loving, nurturing supportive wife and parent (I have a feeling that would get on Alma’s nerves REAL FAST)

Notes and warnings: reader's peculiarity is being able to show memories (like transform the room into that specific memory? get it? and no it can't be tampered with lol)

You walked into Ditch house after finishing a shift with Sharon to monitor who enters and exits the loop through the panloopticon, sighing as you saw the children from different loops disperse at the sight of you.

It wasn't anything new, you'd been living here for the past few weeks and you should've gotten used to the weird looks and Ymbrines hiding their children behind them at the sight of you already.

But how could you? They were judging you based on a lie that the peculiar press has been spreading for the past 30 years. you bit your lip nervously, looking around the house for Alma or anyone you knew but you couldn't find them. You brushed it off and sat on a couch, reading a book before hearing someone clearing their throat.

You looked up to see a boy you recognized to be from Miss Cuckoo's loop. "Who allowed you to sit here?"

You raised an eyebrow, "Do I need permission to sit? I thought we shared this house"

He scoffed, walking away before Enoch stopped him with a hand to his chest. "Don't ever talk to Y/n like that"

_________________

You tried to ignore the staring as you carried Claire around the house, their wary looks making you feel like they were about to snatch her from you any second.

Later that day, you were invited by Alma to join her in the council meeting to discuss dealing with the desolations Caul has been causing. As you reached the meeting room, you knocked on the door hesitantly before coming in, a flood of relief washing over you as the first thing you saw was Alma's soft smile.

"Now that we're all here, I'd like to-"

"What is she doing here?" You turned to see Miss Cuckoo grimace at you, her cane hitting the table.

You stayed in your place near the door, waiting for Alma to kick you back out.

"I beg your pardon" Alma's questioning tone made you feel the slightest of relief before Miss Cuckoo made her way to you, pointing at you with her cane.

"For all I know," she spat, her french accent thickening "she's working with Caul! She shouldn’t be in here!”

"Isabel!" Alma's tone was hard, a glare burning holes at her friend. She couldn't understand her fellow ymbrines, why would they treat you like you were a time bomb, about to explode any second.

"How. Dare You!" you yelled, the room falling into silence once again. Even Miss Avocet was too shocked to say anything.

You were always respectful, holding doors for Ymbrines and bowing your head to them whenever you saw one of them even when the look of disgust was apparent on their faces, so seeing you yell at one was nothing less of shocking.

"I..have been trying for DECADES to rectify my mistake! it was an accident! I DID NOT CONTROL THAT HOLLOW! I did not order the deaths of those children!" you were fuming, you had enough.

"Y/n. That is enough" Miss Avocet said, moving her wheelchair as if she was about to ask one of the ymbrines to escort you out.

"No, it is not. I am sick of this treatment which I absolutely do not deserve! I am not a monster, nor a killer" you caught your breath before turning to Miss Cuckoo.

"And you!" you pointed to her, her face contorted in surprise "how dare you accuse me of working with the one person who ruined my wife's life? hm? you dare say that so openly, too"

"ENOUGH!" Alma's voice echoed through the room, you were waiting for her to kick you out of the room, but she herself left the room after pulling your hand.

You were following her silently. "This! is Y/n Y/l/n! an innocent woman who had done nothing wrong in her entire life! whatever lie you've been told has to stop. NOW!" the children watched with horror, whispering to one another.

"Show us" she told you, looking back at you as you stood behind her shamefully.

"Alma, you don't have t-"

"Show. Us" you gulped, closing your eyes as you began to remember that wretched day, sighing as you felt the room change into that dark alley.

You watched your past self's hands tremble at the sight of the children behind that hollow, you didn't know what to do.

"get away! run!!" you yelled but they couldn't hear you from the hollow's growls. You kept on screaming for them to run since they couldn't see the damn thing, but they kept in their place, looking around for any sign of danger but found none other than the sounds of the hollows.

You didn't have any weapons, you couldn't have possibly fought the beast by hand but you still tried to run.

You fell on you knees as you saw the hollow scoop the three children up with its tongues, closing your eyes as their screams echoed through the alley.

The memory faded as you hid behind Alma, whose hands were shaking as she closed her eyes. She's never asked you to talk about any of that, let alone show it.

The room was silent and as you looked up Alma's shoulder, they were all staring at you. Ymbrines children and even Addison, who's always told you he believed your story.

You looked at Alma's still-frozen frame, you'd scared her, you shouldn't have shown this memory. Your thoughts were interrupted by your wife clearing her throat, turning to look at you with teary eyes.

Your lips trembled at her stare, gulping as the older woman pulled you into her embrace, which elicited a soft sob from you as you clung to her for dear life.

"oh, y/n/n" she whispered, "I'm sorry you had to witness that" You shook your head, letting go of the woman in front of you and looking at the others.

"I was a hollow hunter" you admitted, "just like Abe Portman, but one day, things went wrong and..those children died. It wasn't my fault and I would never work with Caul Bentham even if it cost my life" you felt a tug at your pants to see Olive with tears in her eyes as she hugged you.

"I know you would never do that to us" she hiccuped, making you sigh as you leaned down and picked her up. You shouldn't have shown the damn memory, now you scared your children for others' stupid opinions.

Alma cleared her throat after seconds of silence, her hand resting on your lower back.

“I believe you all owe miss y/l/n an apology”

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#alma peregrine x reader #miss peregrine x reader #alma peregrine #miss peregrines home for peculiar children

[aroace-polyshow]

hi more me guessing hw songs.

i learned the lyrics to Snowman by halyosy (lyrics) and now can't stop thinking of it as a potential hw song- not as a song they would cover, but as a song their virtual singer would sing to them (kaito to tsukasa specifically). i don't think you've ever shared virtual singer lore so im making it up drawing influence from the feelings of both the nightcord and wxs virtual singers

""I told a lie to my mom", a boy began to cry. I am made to be all white so that I can take away the darkness in his heart". -> n25s miku's whole thing is to be there for mafuyu and help ease the pain in her heart. i'd guess the virtual singers of hw would have a similar motivation. (also, the lie in question was that the boy had friends and was talented at school and sports, so that his dying mother didn't worry about him. if this isn't tsukasa at its core.)

"I tried to warm your cold smile, but I can't make a smile with my artificial eyes" -> but the vs aren't actually real (i dont want to think about the implications of sekai so i will leave it there), so what can they do other than provide support? provide a word here or there, a wish of healing? but also- the wishes of the virtual singers have to come from somewhere, right? is this not also the wish of hw- "i want you to be happy, even if i am not yet myself"?

"Neon tubes and monochrome snow" -> i actually don't really know what this line means in the actual song but here- the neon lights of the theater, the colorful world of the stage, and the cold, grey feelings freezing them in place?

"I'll tell you how to do it, I believe you can do it, Soft snow covers our tracks" -> this again as the wish of the virtual singers- i can't change for you, but i can offer advice and push you forward because i know you can (oh also spitball other point- kaito's line in his 1.5 anni card- "when faced with a wall, i don't want to push them up over from the bottom. I want to climb it myself and pull them up with me, so that we can see the other side together"). i had a connection to the soft snow covering our tracks part but i don't know how to say it in words. but in colors it's a soft orange. which i know doesn't make any sense.

"You ran with your friends" -> emu nene rui do i need to say more here. (yes because it never gets old. because of the pain, of the things that tore them down, of the steps they took back up, they found their dreams friends family).

"He will be alright now, 'cause there's no winter that isn't followed by spring" -> yes

also raising the point of snow imagery- it alrealy exists in normal n25- mafuyu did chose the name "yuki". and i think there was an event about it. i think that theme also works in hw. but instead of the damp, blue sort of snowfall that feels cold and hollow, it's the warmer, sparkly snow of dawn. it's the snow that was lonely in the night, but beings to feel less so when the light first begins to break.

AADHWJJDNWKDNWKDUSQJOSHISKWUQNDOBWNSNSJ acey are you in my fucking brain. aroace wxs fanatics really do share a brain cell because HELLO??????/silly

i haven’t said shit about the virtual singers yet but ohmygod your guess is so fucking on point. awawawa. this is so fucking hw core and like it fits so so fucking well into the current thoughts i have for both tsukasa and the main story guhhhh explodes explodes explodes

firstly, might as well do a tiny bit of explanation for hw virtual singers. they both have the same overall personalities as canon wxs, kaito being the responsible older brother figure (representing what tsukasa wants to be like yknow) and miku being very childish and all (i. forget her symbolism w tsukasa. whoops). also given that the sekai and they were created from tsukasa’s feelings, they are well aware that tsukasa isn’t quite okay. even if he isn’t entirely aware of it himself. yknow how he is. anyway. you’re very right about hw virtual singers. their goal is both to ease their pain but also to like. revive the bit of hope they all had, and help them not lose it again. given it’s an online theater group, they of course want to help them do shows and find joy in doing again, because despite it hurting them so badly they still hold so much love for shows and the vs want to help them with it, but more than anything they want them all to find joy in living again. like they’ve all been hurt and vs is there to ease that pain and help them find joy and hope despite being given so much shit and having been hurt. yknow. and i don’t have much to add aside from that cause like. you got them so well. my god

"You ran with your friends" throwing UP. i hate these clowns and their stupid loving friendship and love and care they have for each other because who else understood them like they did each other who else did they have aside from each other because who else will drag them back up and cling to hope with them like they do for each other. they’re so. sobs.

"He will be alright now, 'cause there's no winter that isn't followed by spring" YES. YES INDEED. they’re all gonna be okay. they’re gonna be okay. cries.

tsukasa side note:

""I told a lie to my mom", a boy began to cry. I am made to be all white so that I can take away the darkness in his heart" -> also like you said TBIS IS TSUKASA AT HIS CORE and he’s exactly the same in hw. he wants to be that big brother his siblings can look up to he wants to make them proud and he especially doesn’t want to worry anyone Ever and saki and toya know something might be wrong but he won’t tell her (but to be fair. he hasn’t exactly admitted it to himself either) bc he’s tsukasa tenma!! he’s okay!!! he has to be okay!! he’s going to be a star!! and what kind of star would let a lot a few setbacks get him down!! so there’s no need for anyone to worry!! cause he’s a-okay!! (<- lying. to himself as well.) honestly at this rate i’m not even gonna need to do the tsukasa ramble since i’m just rambling about him in asks when i can /lh

#asks #hollow ☆ wonderland #screams and cries and throws up #i might have repeated stuff a bit sorry i tend to do that dknwkdhwmd #anyway THANK YOU FOR THIS. ROTATING THESE LYRICS IN MY HEAD. MY GOD #long post #also took me forever to answer my bad. curse you classes…

[lavendermage]

Mondstadt Sagau

Characters: Albedo Genre: sagau, no gendered pronouns TW: violence, blood, injuries 1.6k words AN: Currently writing on my phone and suffering. Don't have a computer currently and the internet is weird, so it will take longer to get stuff done.

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The cold rocks cut your bare feet as you scrambled up the mountain. Men with swords and bows ran behind you. You dragged yourself up as another volley of arrows flew towards you. Warm blood ran down your chest as you pulled yourself over a slab of stone. You slipped, shaking hands unable to support you. You were crawling now, desperate to escape your attackers. They had given up, their clamoring fading into the distance. Let the mountain take care of them, you heard. Your injuries wouldn't help, you thought. The light dimmed as you bled out onto the snow.

He pulled out his notebook and marked the map. The pyro seelies were acting strange today, all moving in the same general direction. He noted their locations and their directions and found their destination. Near the base of the mountain, by the strange tree. That's where he was headed.

As soon as he rounded the curve of the path he saw blood. It spread a meter in every direction around your body. This is where the seelies had gathered. It shined gold, and the light of the seelies bouncing off of it was almost blinding.

His scientific detachment was gone as he scrambled down to your body. He pulled off his glove and placed his hand to your neck to feel your pulse. "Thank the Archons." Your heart was beating, but just barely.

He tore strips of his coat to slow the bleeding before gently picking you up. He ran up the mountain, careful not to jostle your already injured body.

Your body aches and you fought to open your eyes. A cave? You sat up quickly, not expecting the wave of dizziness that washed over you. You held your head. Footsteps rushed over to you and a familiar face ducked into your vision.

"You're awake."

"Albedo?"

His eyes widened. "You… remember me?"

Oh. It must be strange for him to have someone he never met know his name. Wait, 'remember'? "What do you mean by that?" You scrunched your nose.

He looked just as confused. "You gave me my sword." He presented his sword to you, balanced it on both hands. The Cinnabar Spindle. You had been so happy when you got to equip Albedo with his best-in-slot weapon. It was beautiful in person, the pattern glinting in the light.

"You actually use it…"

"Of course I do. Not only is it a gift from your grace, it strengthens me considerably."

"'Your grace'?"

"Of course, I must refer to my god respectfully."

God? "Who do you think I am?"

"The creator, the god above all else. You bless certain allogens with weapons and sacred artifacts. You helped strengthen me. For that I am truly grateful." He knelt and placed his hand to his heart.

"No, no, you misunderstand." You tried to stand to help him up but pain exploded in your stomach. Tears trickled down your face as you sobbed, arms wrapped around your stomach.

"Your grace!" He gently pulled your arms away to check your bandage. Gold. "It bled through. Please, stay still."

He hurried out and returned quickly with clean gauze. His careful hands unwrapped the dirty bandages. The closer he got to your body the more golden it was.

"What is that?"

"Your blood." He seemed to have accepted your ignorance regarding your own condition. You turned the thought in your mind. If your blood wasn't red, did you have enough hemoglobin? Was all the blood in genshin gold? Maybe there was some difference between the composition of humans in your world and genshin. You decided to ask. "Is that… normal?"

"No, blood's generally red. I'd show you, but I'm not the best example." He smiled and it took you a second to process what he was implying.

"There's no need! I believe you." You looked around the cave and noted the instruments scattered around. Your gaze rested on the used bandages, noticing a star pattern in a slightly different hue, a pattern you recognized from his outfit. Sure enough his coat is ripped at the bottom. "Your coat…"

"Ah, you've noticed. I apologize for appearing in front of your grace in such a state." He swirled something in a vial and lifted it up to the sun.

"Why are you apologizing? I would be dead if you hadn't treated me."

He winced. "Please, don't make me think of that possibility." He walked forward and held the vial out to you. "Medicine. It will help with the pain and speed up healing."

"Thank you." You drank it, face scrunching at the bitterness. You glanced up, only to see Albedo staring at you.

He noticed your surprise. "Apologies. May I be frank?" He waited for you to nod before continuing. "You act much more… human than I expected you to. Would you like something sweet to wash down the taste?"

"Yes, please."

He fetched you mint jelly which you happily wolfed down. It was the first thing you had eaten in several days.

"So, could you explain to me how you came to be in this situation?"

"Sure, but I don't fully understand it myself." You sighed deeply. "I woke up near Starfell Valley. I was in another world before, and I didn't expect to teleport to Teyvat. Some knights of favonius were talking nearby, so I tried to ask for help. They thought I was impersonating somebody and started to attack me. I ran all the way here while they chased me." There. Everything laid out as efficiently as you could.

His fist clenched as he listened to you.

"Did I do something wrong?" You asked nervously. If he turned on you you wouldn't be able to run.

"No, you have done nothing to deserve such treatment." His voice stays monotone but his face betrayed his anger. "They had no right to do that to anyone, let alone a god."

"You keep saying that. I don't believe you. What makes you think I'm a god?"

"Your grace, you seem to have forgotten your time here." He trails off, lost in his own thoughts.

"Please answer the question."

"Apologies. Well, first your blood. It was easy to see on the white snow. Especially with so much…" He shook the thought from his head. "Now that I've had some time to observe you, your presence is familiar."

That made sense but it still didn't seem possible.

"You recognized me and my weapon though. How could you, if you came from another world and aren't a god?"

How were you going to explain this to him? "In my world, you're a character in an… interactive story. A type of game. I'm not even the one who wrote it, and plenty of other people have copies of it."

"Interesting. May I take notes."

"Sure! If you have any more questions, feel free to ask whenever."

"I'll keep that in mind but first sleep. Your body needs rest." He pulled a blanket over you.

"Good night, your grace"

"Good night, Albedo" The exhaustion of the past days caught up on you and you fell asleep quickly.

When you woke up you found Albedo staring at you. You sat up suddenly and your body punished you with a wave of pain. You gritted your teeth while tears rolled down your cheeks.

"Your Grace! I'm sorry for startling you." Albedo rushed to your side. "I'll have to change your bandages again."

You nodded and held your arms away from your body to make it easier for him. As he started unwrapping the bandage though, you realized you had nothing underneath. You tensed at the thought as blood rushed to your cheeks.

Albedo picked up on the change in behavior easily. "Have I done anything to hurt you?" His teal eyes stared into yours. Were they always that vivid?

"No it's just… I don't have anything underneath."

"I've already seen your chest though?" He said questioningly.

"That's half the problem." You buried your head in your hands, trying to hide your red cheeks.

"Oh. Are you embarrassed? There's really no need. I am in no place to judge your body."

What did that even mean? "Just get it over with."

He did. You flinched as his hand brushed your wound, but all in all he barely touched you.

"Would you like to know your injuries?"

"Sure. Lay it on me."

He raised a brow at the phrase but started anyway. "Arrow through the stomach, missing any essential organs, a slash at your shoulder, sprained ankle, and various scrapes and bruises."

"That's not too bad."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, at least none of the important stuff got stabbed or shot." You sighed. "Still sucks."

He just stared at you. Why were you so nonchalant about this? He pulled himself together enough to continue. "You will most likely heal fully, except for some scarring."

"How long will it take, doc." You asked jokingly.

"A month, at least."

"A month." You repeated.

Did it finally sink in?, He thought, before he saw you lower your head. You're silent for too long, and when he leaned over to check your face he sees tears running down it. "Are you in pain?"

"I'm just tired." You sobbed. "Why is this happening? Why did they do this to me? Are they going to come again?"

He was at a loss, deciding to pat your back to comfort you. You turned to him, gripping his coat and hiding your face in his chest. "I don't know why this happened, but I will do everything in my power to keep it from happening again."

"Do you promise?" You looked up at him with tear filled eyes.

"Of course, your grace."

You hid your face again. "[Name]"

"What?"

"That's my name, please use it."

"Alright your- [name]."

"Thanks, Albedo." You pulled away from him and smiled. "I always liked you."

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#sagau x reader #genshin impact #genshin fanfic #genshin albedo #albedo x gender neutral reader #albedo x reader #albedo x you #albedo x y/n #self aware genshin #genshin self aware #sagau #sagau albedo #lavendermage

[pascaloverx]

As It Was

Chapter Seven (M)

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Summary: A bath can alleviate the biggest worries but our protagonist still has to deal with the consequences of her decisions.

Warnings: Use of explicit language, adult content, potential depiction of physical and verbal violence. Minors are advised not to read or engage with this story. Minors should not interact with this story, especially this chapter!

Personal Note: Hello dear readers, I'd like to request that you comment on the story if you enjoy it. Your opinions will be taken into consideration for the future of the fanfic. Please note that this story involves multiple romantic interests, so feel free to share your thoughts on them. I'll aim to update the fanfic every week and appreciate those who share and like this fanfic.

I didn't expect to wake up still in Barnes' arms. But it's so nice cuddling with him that you can't bring yourself to leave his embrace. I find myself looking at him and trying to understand how someone so handsome gets into so much trouble. Barnes shifts and accidentally hits his wound on your arm. He grunts in pain and opens his eyes, locking his gaze with yours.

"Is your anger towards me so strong that you're seeking revenge while I sleep?" He questions, his eyes searching yours for an answer.

"Exactly. I hope this injury makes you suffer enough to stop being foolish." You say as you gently touch Barnes' face.

"My foolishness, miss, allowed us to end the night the way we did." He says proudly, and you shake your head disapprovingly.

"Regardless of how we ended the night, sir, you need to change these bandages and take care of this wound. If you want, I can help you..." I say, getting up from the bed and extending my arms for Barnes to lean on me as I head to the bathroom.

"Are you going to help me with the shower?" Barnes asks as I'm assisting him towards the bathroom shower. His tone seems very malicious which makes I feel embarrassed. But I am holding him, while he's completely naked. When I take his hands off me to support him against the wall from the shower, I notice that he makes a loud noise. Immediately I turn around to see if I hurt him. At that moment, Barnes pulls me with immense precision and leans me against the wall. I have no reaction, or rather, the excitement has completely taken over me. He kisses me, passionately. Our tongues seem to be exploring every part of our mouths and Barnes' hands immediately cup my breasts. He makes circular movements around the tip of my breasts, which makes me even more excited. As I'm not naked, he takes the time to explore my body underneath his shirt that I'm wearing. As we kiss, he gives me a boost to hold my legs around his waist.

"Barnes, this is a bad idea. You have a wound on your stomach..." I say between kisses trying to avoid be carried away by the moment. Barnes doesn't seem to hear me, as he lightly presses my ass, giving me one last incentive to wrap my legs around his naked body. Barnes' hands move down towards my lower body, and the next thing I know his finger is inside me. He's moving in and out, making I focus only on that. The movements get faster and faster, to the point where you feel like you're getting wet. He also feels it and inserts two more fingers into me, I murmur his name a few more times while he stimulates me. When I feel his fingers entering me and moving so quickly, it's like I'm going to explode with excitement. Just as I'm about to cum on Barnes' fingers, I feel the need to bite him on his neck. I remember how excited it made him in the past. He seems to like it, since you feel the his dick gets harder and harder. His metal hand holds my waist while the other fucks me.

"Babe, I'm going to cum..." I say between the moments I can rationalize. Barnes stops his movements as soon as he hears me and guides my pussy to his dick. He starts to get into me so quickly which almost becomes abrupt. But that makes everything tastier. Moving in and out of me, I can feel that soon he's going to cum too. I decide to hold his firm ass while he nibbles on his neck.

"Love..." That's all he can murmur before reaching orgasm, I kiss him feeling my orgasm come seconds later. Looks like James Barnes still knows how to fuck a woman.

"Your wound is bleeding again..." I say as I remove my legs from around Barnes' waist.

"Next time, I'll let you ride me. Doing it standing up after a shot is crazy." He says laughing as he moves to kiss me. I kiss him and then grab some soap and shampoo so we can take a shower. It's almost relaxing to have my hair soaped by Barnes while I apply soap to his body. We finished the shower then and as we were getting out of the shower, we heard someone enter the house.

"Stop what you're doing and come here quickly, I have news on Killian's case." Dave says loudly and you and Barnes smile at each other.Of everyone who could find out that we had sex, he's probably the worst.

"Dave, I'm just helping Barnes out of the shower." I respond calmly as I wrap the towel around my body. Barnes is already dry and has a towel around his waist when we leave the bathroom.

"He knows what kind of help you gave him that resulted in both of you taking a shower together." Dave said, looking us up and down.

"Give it a rest, Dave. Do you have any reason to be here so early?" I say as I grab some clothes for both me and Bucky. Barnes takes his clothes from me and heads to the bathroom to change. Dave is in the kitchen making coffee while Barnes and I are getting dressed. I leave the bathroom already dressed and go to meet Dave.

"Did you have a good night, Miss Harrison?" Dave says behind me as he hands me the coffee.

"Dave, do you want to tell me what you found out before I get annoyed?" I say while I take a few sips of coffee. Dave uses the projector to show the information he collected from Killian. There are several photos of the night that I spent with Killian. I looked beautiful that night, I must admit, but how did Dave get those photos?

"You must know that your boyfriends were not happy with being left behind, each one reacted in a different way but none of them liked it." Dave has to be talking about Killian and Steve.

"Which one reacted worse?" I ask trying to imagine what Steve must look like.

"Steve. Killian even commented in the hotel room that even though you didn't tell him your name and ran away, he liked the way you were. Steve, on the other hand, left Peggy there and went pissed off to the hotel. We arrived a few hours ago." Dave updates me on the situation as if warning me.

"Do you think I should go see him and try to make amends?" I suggest, proposing something I honestly wish I didn't have to do. I've literally done something I'd hate if Steve had done it.

"Perhaps if you approach him with the same enthusiasm you had when you came here to heal your ex-husband, you might earn Rogers' forgiveness. Otherwise, I don't think it's worth it. But you don't have many options..." Dave speaks with his typical critical tone.

"Are you suggesting I sleep with Steve to make amends?" I ask, raising an eyebrow incredulously.

"I knew you had slept with Barnes, but no. There's another way to get him to agree to go with you to this masquerade ball here. Killian is coming over, and he's throwing a ball to celebrate. Maybe your father will be there incognito to make some contacts, but it's important that you both go. That way, you can seduce your third boyfriend." Dave adds, his tone sarcastic.

"None of them are my boyfriend. Barnes literally took a bullet for his girlfriend, Steve is clearly still interested in Peggy, and as for Killian..." I find it hard to believe I'm involved with three men, and none of them are really mine.

"Regardless of that, we have a masquerade ball to attend. Actually, you and Steve should go to monitor Killian." Dave suggests, while drinking more coffee and I can only wonder how I'm going to get Steve to cooperate with me. This is beautiful shit I got myself into.

"I'll find a way to make Rogers cooperate. I just need you to convince Sam to come back here and keep an eye on his friend." I say knowing that I will almost be on an impossible mission.

"My friend, I'm one step ahead of you. Let me deal with the muscular hunk while I wait for Wilson to arrive, and you can go find Rogers." Dave is right, according to the leaflet and the information on the monitor, this dance will be tomorrow. Without Steve, half the plan goes down the drain.

"Take care of him, I helped with the bandages, and he's better off resting." The mission is important but I cannot forget that Barnes' recovery comes first.

"Worry about how to make Rogers happy and don't worry. I'll be the best nanny that Barnes has ever had, of course without the benefits you give him. Unfortunately for me, in this case." Dave says jokingly and you slap his arm.

"When Barnes comes out of the bathroom, tell him I left you in charge." I kiss Dave's cheek and head out to my car. I'm really hoping Rogers is home as I approached his door after a rather distant car ride. I knock on the door a few times waiting and waiting. I see a shadow inside the house.

"Steve, it's incredibly rude not to open the door for your girlfriend, you know?" I say louder, hoping to provoke some reaction from him and get him to open the door.

"Are you my girlfriend now?” Steve responds and I give him a satisfied smile.

"Don't you want to open the door so I can have the pleasure of looking into your eyes while I tell you that you're being childish?" I add, trying to add a touch of assertiveness to my words. He then opens the door. His hair is a complete mess, he's only in his boxers, and he looks angry.

Steve speaks, "Am I being childish? You left me in Las Vegas with Dave and didn't even bother to explain yourself. You can't judge me." His tone defensive as he confronts the situation.

"I came to apologize for my lack of professionalism. I know you won't easily forgive me for my mistake, but I had no choice." I add, trying to convey my regret and sincerity.

"Everyone has a choice, Melisa. Yours was to be incapable of prioritizing a serious situation over chasing your past." Steve says, his voice firm, expressing his disappointment.

"It's between you and me, darling. Or do you think I don't recognize the dress that's currently tossed in the corner of your room? Is that why you didn't want to open? Afraid of showing that you still have feelings for your ex? Or that your professionalism only lasted until I left?" I speak, just as critical as he is.

"One thing has nothing to do with the other." Steve says, denying my accusation, his tone firm.

"If you want to stay in denial, that's your problem. I commit to being a better partner in the future, and I recommend that you work on being better overall too. Another thing, regardless of who's inside your house right now, tomorrow night, you'll be the best fake boyfriend I've ever had. And that's not optional." My tone is firm and straightforward as I throw the masquerade ball flyer right onto Rogers' bare chest. Having no patience to hear what he might say next, I turn my back and head home. I just hope things improve from here on.

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#bucky barnes x oc #bucky barnes angst #marvel fanfiction #steve rogers x original female character #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes smut #steve rogers #marvel #marvel fanfic series #Spotify

[kinnbig]

kinnbig kiss? :O

YEAH there's a kinnbig kiss in the novels lol and because I'm extra af I compiled some translations to make a somewhat readable version SO if you wanted to read it umm. here it is. 👀 [cw: alcohol, kissing under the influence of alcohol]

[context: Tawan has returned, Porsche and Kinn have broken up over it, Kinn is drunk.]

"Khun Kinn!" Big calls for me as he runs into the room. The alcohol has started to make me dizzy. I feel myself losing control of my emotions. "Let me go!" I sweep everything from the table onto the floor. I'm exhausted by all the emotions. I want them to stop. I feel like I could explode at any moment. "Khun Kinn! Khun Kinn, don't be like this." Big helps me to the sofa. "Let me go," I continue to shake, but the more I move the dizzier I feel. I'd almost drunk the whole bottle. I'm starting to hallucinate. "What is the matter, Khun Kinn? Is something wrong?" Big sits beside me on the sofa and wraps his arms around me. "Let me go! Porsche? Porsche?" My mind feels blurry. I can't keep the image of Porsche crying from replaying in my head. I close my eyes, unable to fight the heaviness in my eyelids. Next to me, someone is talking. I don’t know what he's saying. I can't comprehend any of the words. "I'm sorry, Porsche. Porsche, I'm sorry. Come back home with me." I say his name over and over like a madman. His name is the only thing I know. "Why does it have to be him?" the voice next to me says. "Porsche. I promise I won't make you sad again." My head feels so heavy I can barely support it. I let it fall, resting on the shoulder beside me. It reminds me of Porsche's warm body, the way we used to tease and hug one another. I've missed leaning on his shoulder like this. "Was he so good that I can't replace him?" There's a soft touch on my hand. I feel my face being lifted and warm breath on my cheek. "You came back to me, right? Porsche?" The person beside me is Porsche. It has to be Porsche. My heart swells. He's come back to me. "It's not me, is it?" His lips press against my own. The touch is gentle, even as I hear him sniffle softly. My hands find the back of his neck as I deepen the kiss. It feels nostalgic. It makes me want more. His tongue glides fiercely against my own. Porsche tastes different than I'm used to. The familiar, warm feeling isn't there. Strange, strange that even as he reaches inside my shirt, hand light on my chest, I don't feel dizzy. My heart isn’t pounding like before. Porsche touching me like this usually makes me tremble. Even with these thoughts, my brain begins to white-out. Intoxication makes my body ignite. For a while we kiss, his tongue hot in my mouth. His lips glide into the crevice of my neck. I tilt my head to give him full access to my throat. "Big! What the hell are you doing?" It’s the voice of Khun, the bastard that keeps buzzing in my ear. He barges into the room, and suddenly the person in front of me pulls away. "Porsche? Where are you going, Porsche?" I ramble, calling his name. "Khun Kinn, it's me." "Wow, why are you as drunk as this? Big, what did you do? Go, leave us!" "But Khun Kinn-" "I can take care of my younger brother. You can leave now!" "Yes, Khun." "Damn you, Kinn! You almost gave in to that bastard Big! That fucking asshole was taking advantage of you! You're lucky that Arm saw him enter your room, or else he definitely would have done something to you. I won't accept him as my brother-in-law! I'm not giving up on #teamPorsche!"

#my thoughts on this are: uuuuhhhhh.... okay! sure! kinda messed up but it's kinnporsche so what do u expect #but arm telling on big to tankhun is SO funny to me #kinnporsche #kinnporsche novel #kinnbig #big kinnporsche #kinn theerapanyakul #big kp #kinn kp #ask #darcey.txt #kp posting

[witch-hazels-musings]

//wave// hi! I'd love to have some pretty fate moments with Childe + the Lovers, the Empress + the Devil! Keep up the good work!!! <333

- F

The Lovers (soul mates), The Empress (domestic), The Devil (uncertainties) :: Childe x gn reader | neutral fate  

warning: sfw, domestic fluff, mentions of new relationship trope (moving in together) 

Love is not steady. It isn’t linear or smooth. At times it has huge dips and curves, sometimes larger than you can imagine, but it always comes back to it’s center when the two souls pulling at it never let go. 

“Go out with me.” 

“And why should I do that?” 

“Because I’m pretty.” Childe beamed, elbows resting on the counter as he stared at you. 

“So are others.” 

“Tell me who.” 

“Why, so you can make them unpretty.” 

“Yes. So I can make them unpretty.” 

Childe never let you go and you were perfectly okay with that. In fact, you enjoyed the chase just as much as he did. Truthfully, before you officially had the title of ‘partner’ the two of you were together. It seemed that no matter what came in between you, both sides of the coin would find themselves facing their destined pair. 

“Just put your stuff wherever.” 

“Ar-are you sure?” 

“Yeah, this place is yours now too. Plus, I don’t have that much anyway.” Childe laughed as he looked around the barely decorated apartment. It wasn’t uncommon for homes in Liyue to have very few items on the walls or tables, but this ... well it was almost sad. 

Nervously, you gripped your box. He asked you to move in with him but now that you were here you were starting to panic. Were you really good enough to be here, were you really worthy enough to be with him? Was this going to work out. 

“Hey there.” Childe appeared out of nowhere, fingers finding your chin and giving it a little shake to bring you back to reality. “Welcome home.” 

“Mmmhm.” He smiled and you thought your heart was going to explode. 

“Now, let me take this -” The relief in your arms was immediate as he took your belongings. He held the box like it was nothing, the sight making you roll your eyes. Glancing around the living room, again, you wondered if you’d ever feel completely comfortable here. Would it really be yours? “Clothes hmm, so does that mean your underwear are in here --?” 

“Childe!?” You yelled as you dashed down the hallway after him, laughter trailing behind you as you moved further into your new home. 

It takes a while for anything to settle. For things to change and roots to take hold. Once they finally dig deep enough, there’s no going back. Actions become routine, habits become shared, skills flourish, and insecurities become supported by the strength of their missing piece. 

Courage turns into conviction and conviction transforms into truth until one day you can’t imagine yourself anywhere else.  

--

“You’re crushing me.” You informed him, fully recognizing your words would fall on deaf ears. 

“Let me just -- ah, there.” 

Childe wrapped his arms around your stomach, face pressing against your body as he wiggled against you. The sharpness of his elbows, the pressure of his chin hur and your yelp told him as much. “Ooof - Childe!” 

“Haha, sorry.” He giggled. Sometimes you swore he was like a big dog with the way he moved about. No cares in the world, if this boy wanted to lay, sit, be, he was going to make it happen. You wondered why you loved him so much and then he’d look at you with that dopey smile and rich, blue eyes. “Whatcha doing?” 

“Reading. What are you doing?” 

“Spending time with you.” 

“Oh, okay.” You laughed, eyes drifting back to the book you’d moved to the back of the couch. With him completely invading your space you had to adjust which meant you’d have to find a creative way to turn the page. “Did you want to do anything in particular?” You asked as you looked forward in your book to see if you could find a natural stopping point. 

“Nope. Keep doing what you’re doing.” 

“If you insist.” He smiled at your response, and you found your hand drifting to his hair. Of course, you knew what he wanted because as soon as your fingers started to card through the orange strands, he hummed in approval of your actions. 

The room settled, the house creaked against the push of the wind. You could smell the remnants of your early dinner mixing with the fresh flowers he brought home ‘just because.’ His soft breath set a steady pace to your reading while the weight and heat of him caused you to push your foot from under the blanket. You adjusted but didn’t let your fingers stop moving in his hair. 

“Let’s start a family.” He whispered and you answered without hesitation.

Fate Made Event (May8-31) | Anthology

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[layanasstories]

⚠️ Spoiler episode 10 ⚠️

Empty by Betrayal

Part 6

"Demands? Who is it?" still dizzy and rubbing my head with one hand I walk into the hall.  Am I surprised, no. Did I expected this, yup. Am I feeling happy, no idea. "It's okay, Phil. Thank you." I step past him and stop in the doorway. "Of all the places you could have gone to, you go to him?" disappointed, Jake stands in front of me. "Yeah, maybe not the best choice, in this situation. Like your own choice, isn't it?" I don't know why I'm still so rancorous. "So this is revenge? Pay back?" his disappointment only grows on his face, he is not angry, he is rather sad "Did you sleep with him?". "What?!" I'm startled "No! I understand it could look like that, but of course not! I would never do such a thing, Jake.". He gives a sigh of relief and a small smile "I'm glad about that.". There was a long silence. I hesitated for a moment as to what to do, but the decision was quickly made when I looked at him again. "I'll grab my bag and then I'll come with you okay."

I had quickly said goodbye to Phil and thanked him for accommodating me. Then I walk out with Jake to Marvin's car, he gets behind the wheel, while I sit in the passenger seat. I shield my eyes from the bright sky, my headache hasn't subsided yet. "Are you okay?" he asks as he looks my way. "No, not really. My head is exploding. Last night's brandy is giving me a rough time. I'm hungry and especially in need of a strong cup of coffee." I answer him and my stomach does the same with a loud rumble. "Mhm, let's settle that first, okay?" he returns his gaze to the road. After what seems like a fifteen minute drive, he takes the next exit and stops in front of a restaurant, more like a kind of bistro. "Coffee and breakfast. And it's always quiet here." Even if he gives me a small smile, he must feel just as uncomfortable as I do.

We sit at one of the tables waiting for the food to be brought. Uncomfortably we look outside, instead of at each other. Which makes it silent for too long. "Jake?" I start, even though I don't really intended to start the conversation "Have you ever stopped for a moment, and thought 'what are we doing'?". He looks at me with a confused look "What do you mean? You were hungry right?". I sigh and hang my head, rubbing my temples "That's not what I mean. I wonder if you understand why I'm so angry, why I left.". "I don't know, maybe. I get that you don't like being interrogated." we are interrupted by the waitress who puts our food down. And the cup of coffee I long for. Before I continue I take a sip, it almost feels like a relief. "I hoped you'd have figured it out by now. But you did not so. Let me explain." I am calmer than I expected, my anger has subsided. I take a bite of my food, I can immediately notice that my head likes that very much. "I'm so disappointed. Hurt actually." I notice my eyes fill with tears. I think of what we've been through, the images I've seen. The fear I have felt. I quickly wipe them away. When I look up I see Jake staring at me, puzzled. "I had hopes that we could be there and support each other. But instead of a shoulder to cry on, I'm put in a room and I am being interrogated. My loyalty is tested." I swallow and feel a tear slide down my cheek. "And it wasn't Alan who did this. I could have understood that. But you did this." now the tears are flowing and I can't stop them. "You said you love me. But what you're doing is the opposite. And it hurts. It hurts so damn much. How can you not see this...." I need to breathe, and calm down. "I have lost the same friend twice. I have seen my other friends being threatened and attacked." I take another deep breath of air. "And you, I've been worried so terribly. I've endured fears that I'd never see you again. I'm strong, I can endure a lot. But I also have a breaking point. And just when I’ve reached that point, you're not there. No, worse, you put me in a room to test me again. That feels like betrayal, Jake. You make me feel like I'm alone, as if all you have said were just empty words.".

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[whengeorgiawentblue]

I don't know if Misha is bi or straight, but I'd like to offer some thought about why a queer person would joke and be ambiguous about their queerness instead of coming out directly:

1)Self espression is a deep human need and irony could be a mean of expression if you want to express something but want to keep plausible deniability too to protect yourself. So you can to deny everything if things get ugly or dangerous.

2)Jokes and irony can be a mean to warm up people to the idea before telling it directly. I've been "joking" about liking women in the face of my mother for years, so now she got it I guess but if I told her directly all at once probably she would have reacted very bad and aggressively. Kicking me out or abuse were plausible reactions as well years ago, now she is mostly chill.

Now I don't think Misha is in actual danger, but it's possible to feel the danger as it's in the present even if it comes from a distant past or distant environments. Personally I tried the "warming up" with friends too, who were totally not homophobic and progressive because deep down I had the feeling they would have reacted badly even if they don't belong to the conservative environment that I lived growing up.

Anyway I understand this strategy but I don't support it, it's simply coping. Your identity keeps to be not acknowledged, the majority of straight people pretends to not hear it if you tell it directly so they are hopeless if you only joke, you keep being frustrated about having to hide yourself and some jokes can land you in danger anyway, that's why I avoid even joking if someone has power on me (father or boss for example) and is really homophobic. It's coping, not some smart 6D chess.

Your points are very valid and, in fact, I think that's what actually happened. I still do believe Misha is bisexual, and his statement about being straight wasn't sincere.

I also think he has other reasons to come back to the closet. We know his wife is bisexual and wrote the polyamory book but (correct me if I'm wrong) that happened before Misha became a celebrity. Now her ex-husband has a far bigger media exposition and she wouldn't want to be involved in gossip media. Their kids are also entering high-school and would be exposed. Maybe Misha had to backtrack to protect his family's privacy.

And I believe he also did it for Jensen. I mean, you don't have to dig too much to find out Jensen and Misha's freindship is much deeper and suspicious than most people think. And Jensen will have a lot of media exposure once the 3rd season of TB premieres.

So, it's not just Misha, many people close to him would be in trouble.

And yet, didn't Misha foresight something like this could happen, and the consequences...? He has been actively building in his own fandom (i.e. the gish scaperoom) the idea that he's bisexual. He has been intentionally fueling his fandom with many hints for years, and at one point literally almost every fan of him already believed he's bisexual. His fandom was like a pressure cooker in the brink of exploding, desperate to have a definitive confirmation of Misha's sexuality, and it was only needed a little spark to start a fire, and that's what happened at the NJ con.

The problem is that Misha should have predicted this could happen sooner or later, and be brave enough to face the consequences. And yet, he panicked and got back to the closet... he had the chance to be true to himself and yet he wasted it.

Now he's the target of memes and jokes, as the first person to "come out as straight", like, wtf? And even worse, it further cemented antis' theories of Misha queerbaiting his fans for money. When I said all of this was "sad and pathetic", I meant this whole situation.

It's sad and pathetic because if we have to believe Misha's statement, then the queerbaiting accusations are true. So, Misha, do you really want us to believe you?

I hope he learns and think twice before opeining his mouth. The most sad thing is that, if he ever comes out of the closet for real, because he really wants, who is going to believe him?

At least Jensen is far more sincere (in my opinion). If he doesn't want people discussing his sexuality, he just says nothing. Nothing at all. But the moment he needs to tell the world that he loves Misha (I truly believe Jensen is a hopelessly romantic) he straightforward post stuff like the 10th anniversary selfies. And yet, he has been discreet enough that the general public will still believe it's just a "bro thing".

Misha, you should learn from your hubby.

#misha collins #cockles

[teaveetamer]

Why do you think FE as a series is not as accessible compared to say FF? I know you mentioned the wacky release timings but there are probably other reasons.

Hmmm, that's a good question honestly.

I think permadeath was definitely part of it. It's not really coincidence that the series exploded in popularity after pemadeath was no longer mandatory.

Weirdly enough, I think also removing support restrictions and making it easier to get supports probably helped FE out a lot? I mean permadeath was ostensibly a way to help you feel more connected to your units. The characters have also always been a big part of FE's appeal. However, in earlier games, unless they were a main character, they barely got any focus, or if they did get supports they were restricted to, like, five per playthrough. So if you wanted to see all content related to your fave you'd have to play the game over and over just to see one or two slightly different nuggets of dialogue. With the modern games, though, you can pick up Awakening, decide Gaius is your favorite character, and spend your entire single playthrough investing heavily in him.

In a similar vein, being able to grind helped a lot. First, because you can get those supports much easier (in the PoR playthrough I just finished backseating for we never even got like three quarters of the possible supports we could have gotten, just because some units got benched immediately and there was never opportunity to use them so they could actually build supports). Second, because being able to grind past your problems if you aren't able to do something is great. In older FE titles (and newer ones too, if that's how you choose to play them, but the point is that it's an option now and not the default) it's completely possible to get 100% stuck because your units got stat screwed or you just don't have the tools you need to get past the current problem you're facing. Again with the PoR playthrough, our Ike was getting MASSIVELY Str screwed in the first half of the game and we were genuinely worried he wouldn't be able to, like, kill the final boss (we ended up shoring him up with some energy drops and it was fine, but still). If you get badly screwed enough and you aren't able to correct it, then you have to restart the ENTIRE GAME. Most people don't like getting to the final battle of a game, realizing that it's literally impossible, and then restarting the entire thing just because one of their units didn't get good level ups. And remember again that a lot of these games were pre-YouTube so if that happened you couldn't necessarily just look it up on the internet later to see the ending.

Other than that I'd say the older games were just kind of... weird? About their features? The Kaga era especially had some pretty questionable design choices, like forcing you to pawn off and re-buy items if you wanted to transfer them between characters, or giving each individual character their own gold inventory and only being allowed to trade money between spouses. It's that kind of thing that really limits (and even punishes) experimentation to get past problems. I know Thracia also had a few mechanics like that which didn't seem entirely thought through (like fatigue is the big one I hear complained about).

There's nothing wrong with having different features in different games, but it does lead to a situation where you never quite know what you're going to get with each new entry and that's not necessarily a good thing. Like most game series have consistent gameplay across different entries. The older games might be clunkier or less realized, but there's a recognizable evolution of features. Usually things are only added, rarely or never removed (and if removed, usually its because its not necessary anymore or its replaced with something better). People usually don't like when their features are removed from their games, like when ME3 axed having different paragon and renegade scores and just gave you one reputation meter, or when Dragon Age 2 got rid of the tactical camera and gameplay.

(And yes I know Pokemon has started doing this. Pokemon also released B2W2 a year after the 3DS came out. When you're Pokemon, AKA the highest grossing media franchise in the world, you're allowed to do wacky things like this without being punished. FE doesn't really have the same luxury).

That's about all I've got for now but I'm sure there's more so if anyone thinks of any go ahead and share

[casspurrjoybell-28]

The Alpha's Addiction - Chapter 21

*Warning Adult Content*

Touch - Koa

It doesn't take any words from me for Cyrus to send the guard away and eagerly approach.

"May I come in?" he asks, voice hopeful.

I hesitate for a moment, wondering if this is a good idea but then give in, backing away from the door to make room for him to enter.

I suddenly feel shy.

What do I say?

How do I act?

He must notice because he says...

"Please do not be so tense, my moon."

"Okay," I reply softly, wringing my hands.

I decide to walk to the bed, sinking down on it.

He settles on the chair near the desk, careful not to get too close, presumably after how I reacted when he found me naked and trembling from Rex's assault.

So he's just there, intense gaze set on me.

I feel my cheeks flush against my will.

Moon Goddess, why does he always have to look at me like that?

"I have wanted to see you. It is all I could think about, these past few days," he confesses.

My heart stutters.

"W-what stopped you?"

His face is apologetic as he processes my words.

"You... fear me."

He looks absolutely dejected at the notion and I can't help the guilt that overcomes me.

But I can't be bothered to outright deny it anymore.

I am scared.

Of Alphas.

Of Cyrus because he's one of them.

How can I not be?

Look at what they have done.

But that does not mean I want him to think it's personal. 

"I don't fear you. You have never given me reason to, Cyrus. I... I fear your kind. B-But it is nothing against you, I promise."

"I know this," he sighs, shoulders slumping.

"If I could change what I am, I would, my moon. If the Moon Goddess allowed, I would choose to have been born as a Beta, an Omega. I'd do it in an instant."

Now that... I was not expecting.

"You would give up being an Alpha? I don't understand. Why?" I ask, confused.

It's like being handed a feast on a silver platter and wishing you got the scraps that the birds were fed instead.

He's silent for a moment, giving me an overwhelmingly loaded look.

"You know why."

'Oh... My stomach explodes with butterflies.'

He'd give it all up for me.

The power, the strength, the status of an Alpha.

Just so I could feel safe around him.

I curse the waterworks that threaten to burst, keeping my head down so he can't see.

"Cyrus, I...." I trail off, feeling stupid.

What can I say to that?

"I do not want to make this about me. I have been sick with worry, so please, tell me how you are. Did my mother attend to all of your wounds?"

"She did. Really, I'm okay," I insist, hating feeling like a burden.

"Are you?" his tone is grim, as if he knows what I am keeping inside.

The sadness, the anger, the hurt.

The utter hopelessness that I will ever be able to accept myself, after all that has happened to me.

Why me?

Why is it always me who has to suffer, to ache from wounds long gone?

"Koa?"

I chew my lip, the feeling of dread settling in the pit of my stomach.

Now that he's here, it's so hard to keep blocking it out.

To run from those feelings that threaten to suffocate me.

"Koa," my mate's voice filters through the swirl of negative thoughts, breaking me out of my spiral.

I didn't realize that he'd gotten up from the chair and come before me, kneeling with one knee on the ground and the other leg bent to support his weight.

Even with him in this position, we're at eye level with each other.

Instinctually, I recoil, my heart rate rising in what I tell myself can only be fear.

There's no other reason I'd be affected by his proximity, no reason at all.

"My moon. Can you look at me?" his voice is pleading and I realize that on instinct I avoided his gaze, like I have been lately.

I don't understand myself, the way my face gets hot when our eyes meet and my hands get all sweaty.

It's not normal.

But upon his request, I force myself to raise my chin and face him.

"W-what is it?" I ask.

"You called for me."

"Huh?"

"I felt you, through the bond. Your wolf called to mine."

He must mean when I was struggling under Rex, screaming for Cyrus.

I had no idea that had occurred.

Though, looking back, that was the first time I had so boldly allowed myself to need help.

To need him. 

He told me he was made to protect me and my pride disregarded that at first.

I guess that, deep down, I was still relying on that promise for him to come to my aid.

I allowed myself to be saved, for once. 

"I did," I acknowledge breathlessly. It feels strange to admit. 

"Is it wrong for me to think this means something?" Cyrus's voice is low, unusually raspy as he searches my expression for an answer. 

I'm surprised at the surge of affection that washes over me as I reach out, taking his hands in mine.

I nearly gasp, my skin singing at his touch that can only be described as delicious.

His hands are huge, completely cocooning my own but that doesn't stop me from holding them firm.

I hear the audible hitch in his breath at the sudden contact.

"No one... no one has ever been there to save me. And I'm so, so thankful that you did," I tell him sincerely, giving his hands a heartfelt squeeze.

"You are a brave, honorable man and Alpha."

His eyes widen, face coloring as he stares back at me in awe.

It's my fault that he's so surprised now because I never gave him enough credit before.

"You do not need to be grateful for what I do for you..."

"But I am," I stop him.

"I am, Cyrus."

I give him a warm smile, probably the most genuine I've had in a long time. 

Cyrus is frozen, as if I've just grown two heads.

His mouth is parted like he wants to say something but cannot find the words.

Abruptly, then, he stands up, pulling from my grasp.

The flood of disappointment hits me almost immediately.

Was I too bold?

Did I scare him off. 

"Cyrus?" I question in a small voice. 

"Forgive me," he rubs a hand over his face, turning slightly away from me.

"I appreciate your words, immensely. But I am not so strong right now.  Your skin on mine is a... dangerous thing. If you keep touching me, looking at me like that... I will want more."

I feel a delightful kind of tingle in my core, growing over-conscious of my effect on him.

Am I really that desirable?

Maybe it's just... just his wolf driving him crazy. 

"You're cute," I smirk, hiding my vulnerable state behind my usual demeanor with him. 

"I would much prefer my Omega to think of me as 'handsome' but that will do," he sits back in the chair, amusement in his eyes.

My wolf growls lowly in order to stop me from pointing out that I have in no way agreed to be 'his' Omega and I, for once, listen to him.

The mood has lightened, which is a relief.

Cyrus is right... that whole thing earlier was getting a bit too intense. 

"Oh, stop. What's the fun in pointing out the obvious?" I roll my eyes.

When he goes quiet, I realize I basically admitted that I do, in fact, find him handsome.

I mean, look at the guy. 

I glance over at him and he looks rather prideful, chest puffed and grinning knowingly back at me.

I raise an eyebrow, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at him.

"Don't let that go to your head," I exclaim in embarrassment. 

"I would not dream of doing so," he teases, turning from me to open one of the desk drawers and plucking a piece of parchment from it. 

My brows crinkle in confusion as I watch his fingers fly expertly over the page, folding it and flipping it in various ways.

Curious, I get up from the bed, striding over to him and watching as he finishes up his craft.

When he's done, I see that the paper has been transformed into the shape of a rose. 

"For you, little wolf," he hands it to me and I take it, feeling myself flush at the gesture.

'Gah. Do not be wooed, Koa. Keep your wits about you.'

"Wow," I laugh.

"I bet you use this on all the Omegas that come after you." 

Cyrus frowns slightly.

"I don't."

His eyes find mine again, so serious and filled with a swirling abyss of emotions that I find myself mesmerized.

He's so thoughtful, so sweet.

My wolf whines, begging for me to close the gap between our bodies.

I cannot deny that the thought is appealing.

As I lean in slightly, his scent wafts over me and I nearly moan at how good it is.

I could climb on him, right here.

He would take me into his arms, I know he would.

Those big, strong, muscular arms...

The door flings open, a tearful Oliver running into the room and a frazzled-looking Morgan following close behind. 

"Mama," he cries, burying his face into my stomach as he wraps his arms around me.

He snivels into my shirt, soiling the fabric with tears and snot.

'Oh, my poor baby.' 

[httpiastri]

so lucky – op81

going for two different types of rides in oscar's car.

genre: fluff turned into smut

pairing: female aussie!reader (the reader having family in australia is mentioned once) x oscar piastri

warnings: uh well it's smut so... you know... besides that, it's very soft so i don't think there should be any other warnings

requested?: nooot really, but pretty much inspired by an ask i got about car sex with oscar 😁<3 thank you anon!!!!

author's note: oKay i have a lot to say here... first off, this is based like a week after the australian gp! secondly, i wrote the start of this on the same day as i opened this acc but i just haven't been able to write anything more after that, until now!

and lastly, maybe the biggest thing... i have never written smut before this, like i've done some suggestive stuff but never real smut. so uh please keep in mind that this is my first time ever... well, the experience was both really awkward, funny, hard, so so so cringey, and very interesting. i def have more respect for smut writers after this 🤣 (i also had like 5 separate fits of laughing manically while writing this) so uh sorry for this mess but i hope you can enjoy it anyway! also i have proofread but it's 2am so i probs missed something

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tonight has been like a dream.

well, being with oscar always feels like a dream. most of the time, you can’t wrap your brain around the fact that he is your boyfriend. how did you get so lucky?

just a few days ago, oscar took his first ever points in formula one – in his home race. you were so immensely proud of his hard work and you couldn't be more happy for him.

to celebrate, he was allowed a week off to rest in his, and your, hometown. the two of you have spent the days meeting your old friends, visiting family and just enjoying each other’s company.

“i don’t think i’ve ever had a pasta that good,” oscar says as you both exit the restaurant. “i’m not sure what they put in it, but it was addicting.”

you hum in agreement, flattening out your dress with your hand. the cool air nips on your skin and as a gust of wind blows over, you feel goosebumps spreading across your bare arms. your fancy black sleeveless dress is making you hot in one way, but at the same time, it isn’t very good at keeping the cold away.

oscar has always been extremely attentive. so the moment that you start making your way back to his car and a slight shiver spreads through your body, he stops.

“are you cold?” you don’t even get to answer his question before he shrugs off his dress jacket, taking it into his hands. he steps closer and drapes the fabric across your shoulders, mentally cooing at how adorable you looked with his big clothes.

“thank you,” you tell him and he just smiles, leaning down to place a quick kiss to your temple. then his hand drags down your arm to reach your hand, taking it in his as you start walking again.

“this week has been great,” he sighs, a satisfied grin landing on his lips.

"yeah," you agree. "and it's still not over yet."

"mum called me earlier," he starts, intertwining his fingers with yours as you make a turn. "she wants to take you out for a cup of tea."

you look up at him, your eyes shining with fondness and your heart almost exploding with love. "i'd love that."

oscar gives your hand a squeeze. "i told her that we might have plans because i didn't want to promise anything before i talked to you, but-"

"i'll text her and tell her that i'd love to go with her." you both reach his car. "as long as that's fine by you?"

instead of responding, oscar takes your hand up to his face and gives the back of your hand a couple of quick kisses. his answer comes through clearly.

you think you're the lucky one in your relationship, but oscar is so sure that it's the other way around. not only are you so beautiful, brilliant, smart and just perfect in every way, but you also get along well with his family? and you support his driving thoroughly and fully? and you made any place, country or city feel like home, as long as he was with you?

he feels so lucky even just looking at you.

he lets go of your hand, leaning down to open the door to the passenger's seat for you. once you get in, he closes the door behind you and hurries to get in himself. "what do you feel like doing now?" he hums as he starts the car, reversing out of the parking space. "is there anywhere you'd like to go?"

you think for a moment. "can we just... drive around?"

you see him nod and he flashes you a smile with the corner of his mouth before pulling out on a bigger road, just going where ever the car takes you.

after you’ve been on the road for a few moments, you lean forward a bit to play with the radio, leaning back again once you’ve found a station that you like. one of his hands finds it’s way to your thigh and you can’t help but to hum and close your eyes at the way his thumb strokes up and down your skin.

somehow, you feel like there’s been a change in the mood after dinner.

the dinner was romantic, sure, but there’s just something in the low tunes playing in the backgrounds, combined with the feeling of his touch that makes everything… special.

and you’re sure oscar feels it too.

the main thing that gives it away is how his fingers slowly start creeping higher and higher up. the second thing is how his driving has become a little slower and a little sloppier, his focus seemingly being on something (or rather someone) else.

and then, there’s also the fact that he's stealing glances at you every once in a while, almost as if he's curious to see your reactions.

his once so innocent touch moves even further and soon, there’s a finger dragging along the edge of your underwear. your boyfriend hums along to a song, acting pure and sinless despite his actions telling a whole different story.

he’s testing you, and you know it.

you want to act like you don’t care; like his touch doesn’t affect you as much as it does; like your whole body isn’t set aflame at the mere thought of him.

but when a finger lightly pushes against your clothed clit, you can’t pretend anymore.

you open your eyes instantly, your hand coming to grab his wrist as you look over at him. “oscar…” your voice is hushed as you search his face. his playfully innocent eyes meet yours and paired with how incredibly handsome he looks in the gleam of the street lights, they make you feel even hotter than before.

your hand doesn’t even attempt to stop him – he knows that’s not really what you want.

oscar’s eyes focus back on the road, though his attention doesn’t really leave you. his middle finger goes beyond the thin material, trailing across your wetness. your eyes flutter closed again when his finger slips inside you, the grip on his wrist loosening. he pumps you a couple of times, slowly, before adding another finger, and another.

you feel your high approaching, and you’re so thankful that the road is completely empty, because oscar isn't exactly driving as carefully as he does on the track. you can’t think straight, and yet you use all the power you have left to speak. “oscar, fuck,” you let out. “you’re gonna need to pull over.”

he chuckles and soon, the sound of the blinkers turning on echoes through the car. despite being the one who asked for it, disappointment washes over you as he pulls his hand away from you, the absence of his fingers making you huff. when you open your eyes, they catch what's maybe the most incredible thing you've ever witnessed.

god, how can someone look this attractive?

he’s steering the car with one hand whilst his other is by his mouth, his tongue licking your juices from his fingers.

you’re thankful you’re sitting down, because otherwise, your knees would have gone so weak that you wouldn’t have been able to stand up straight.

oscar finds a completely empty parking lot and pulls into it, deciding to stop in a corner to not bring too much attention to you in case someone else were to roll in. once he’s parked, his lips are on yours within a second. it doesn’t take long before you pull away, but the force and passion of the kiss has already made you both dizzy and out of breath. “can i ride you?”

oscar merely blinks for a moment, almost surprised at your question. “all day, every day, love.”

you quickly undo your and his seatbelts, your eagerness instantly becoming very obvious to you both. oscar pulls his seat back to make more spare for you, one of his hands tapping his lap to signal for you to join him already.

his lap always fit you so perfectly; it was like you were made to sit there. once you settle on top of him, there’s something hard in his pants indicating that it wasn’t just you who had enjoyed the car ride so far. you let out a low groan at the feeling of his rough pants against your skin and he leans forward, pressing his lips against yours to muffle your sounds. you lean into him, letting one of your hands rest on his shoulder while the other rakes through his hair, pulling slightly on the strands.

he grabs your hips, pulling the material of your dress up to pool above your butt. then he pulls away from the kiss, instead letting his lips explore the skin of your neck, leaving kisses everywhere he can. when he reaches the spot he knows you love so badly, his teeth graze the area for a moment before settling into your skin. the beautiful sounds leaving your mouth only encourage him to keep going down your body.

your fingers reach down to open the zipper of his pants, hands not so accidentally teasing against his bulge in the meantime. “you’re killing me,” he says against your neck, his warm breath making you squirm.

you lean back and look at him with an amused smile. “i haven’t even done anything yet, love.”

“that’s exactly my point.”

you shake your head at him, still grinning as you lean over to the passengers seat and open the glove compartment. taking out a condom, you pull oscar’s dick out of his underwear before getting yourself out of your own. you rip off the wrapper, rolling the latex onto him before placing a quick kiss to his lips.

your hands land on his shoulders for support while his sit at your hips, and you take a deep breath before sinking down on him slowly. you throw your head back once he’s fully in you, pausing for a moment to adjust to the stretch.

“shit,” oscar groans, a hand moving up and down the side of your body. “what a fucking sight you are.”

you look at him, your gaze softening as it focuses on your boyfriend. he looks so calm, yet so full of desire, with his head resting against the chair.

“in this light, in my sports car, so needy…” he sighs. “i can’t believe i’m the only one who gets to see you like this. i’m so lucky. the luckiest man in the world.”

if your cheeks hadn't been so warm already, they would've heated up at his words. you don't have the power to answer him, letting all your strength go to pulling yourself up before lowering down again. it's still so slow, but neither of you mind – you have all the time in the world.

you lean towards him, placing your head against his shoulder and draping your arms around his neck. you feel the chuckle vibrating through his chest but you don't care, too busy rolling your hips against his. "you're doing so good, baby. just a little more."

"my legs are getting tired," you groan, stopping with him fully inside of you. "help me, please."

"have a little faith in yourself," he says. "i know you can do it."

a whine leaves your mouth as you keep moving, but you can feel your thighs starting to give out and your movements getting sloppier. oscar decides that he's had enough of teasing you so he moves his hands lower to rest under your butt, lifting you up before letting you down slowly. you're so thankful, and you're about to tell him that when-

his hands squeeze your skin as he buckles his hips, matching your tempo. the sensation in the pit of your stomach grows stronger and stronger while he's thrusting into you from below. and oscar's low pants right next to your ear? they make you finish in no time.

you completely collapse against him, your breath uneven and high-pitched. your boyfriend helps you ride out your orgasm while also chasing his, and within seconds, it washes over him like a tsunami. trying to breathe properly, his fingers caress the skin of your thighs to help you come down from your high.

"love?" he asks once both of you seemingly have calmed down a bit.

your mind is so clouded with lust that you can barely even register the fact that he's talking to you, but you still manage a small nod against his shoulder.

"i'm so lucky to have you," he whispers against your skin, leaning in to place a couple chaste kisses to your cheek.

any other day, or maybe even later tonight, you would argue that you're the lucky one. but right here, right now, everything is too perfect, and you're alright with him thinking that he's lucky. at least for an hour or two.

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