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yee-fxcking-haw · 3 years

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What Are You?

A/N: All I have to say is I'm really proud of this fic, so much freaking fun to write. I am hopelessly devoted to Kirishima. Please let me know what you think! For the tags, I just tagged those that interacted with the post I made about starting this series, if you wanted added or removed just let me know!

Summary: A movie night gets a little out of hand, next thing you know you're losing your virginity to Kirishima.

Pairing: Pro Hero Kirishima x FemReader (you) both aged up 18+

Warnings: First time, virginity loss, virgin reader, experienced Kirishima, LOTS of consent, oral (female receiving) size kink, daddy kink, rough sex, spanking, choking, belly buldge, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, degredation, dumbification if you squint, very mushy aftercare in the shower, I think that's all of them lmao.

Word Count: 9,304

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The movie you had started is long forgotten, the sounds fading into white noise as your eyelids drift shut. Your body feels like lead, and your brain is quickly turning off. You feel like you could melt into the bed and stay there for several days. You snuggle into Kirishima a little more, barely processing the contented hum he lets out when you do.

"You fallin' asleep sweetheart?" He mumbles against the top of your head, finishing his sentence with a gentle kiss.

"Nah, just resting my eyes." You lie, very aware of how quickly sleep is overtaking your exhausted body.

"Want me to drive you home?" He asks, one hand coming up so he can run his fingers through your hair.

You just shake your head weakly, not ready to remove yourself from his warmth. You really just want to stay, but you two haven't really crossed that line yet. You've been dating for a few months now, but you move painfully slow. You blame it on your lack of experience over all. Being a virgin in your first relationship has definitely come with a lot of caution and slow progress.

Kirishima has been absolutely incredible though, always letting you set the pace, always asking questions, and offering reassurance when needed. You've both definitely had some close calls though, with how much time you spend together and how irresistible he is, it's been hard to keep your hands off of him. You've had your fair share of handsy makeout sessions, but that's about it.

Today does feel a little different though, like there's been some kind of shift. Maybe it's the right time to take that next step, Kirishima has definitely proven himself to be worthy of your trust. You're confident that he would stop when needed, go as slow as you asked him to, and be there for you after.

As your mind races you wrap your arms around the wall of muscle beside you, cherishing the security his large body gives you. You sigh and shift your head so your chin is resting on his chest, allowing you to glance up at him. As always, you're floored by his beauty. His scarlet eyes meet yours as his lips twitch up into a fond smirk. He's definitely the rugged kind of handsome, small white scars litter his face from his few years of hero work.

The most noticeable scar is the one on his upper lip, about two inches in length as it travels up away from his pretty mouth. Your hand absentmindedly reaches up so you can run your thumb over it while you cup his face. He melts into your touch, turning to place a kiss on your palm. Your entire body lights up when he does, he's always giving you sweet little kisses, and you love it more than life itself.

"Whatcha lookin' at my busted face for?" He teases.

You smile coyly as you slide your leg around his hip, slowly bringing yourself up so you can straddle him. You slide your other hand up to hold his face as well, leaning down to press a kiss into his forehead.

"It's a beautiful face." You whisper as you sit back up so you can look down at him again.

God, the sight of him. Wild crimson hair falling across the pillow, stunning porcelain skin offering a marvelous contrast. Your hands slide down his neck, to his collar bones, then down his clothed torso. You mentally curse the black t-shirt that's currently hiding his skin from you, even though he looks incredible in it.

"What are you thinking about hon?" He asks quietly.

Your eyes flash up to his and he gives you a knowing look.

Does he feel it too? You've had plenty of long talks about it, he's always been open about how much he wants to make sure it's a safe experience. He offers you nothing but stability and assurance. The nerve wracking part is that he's so experienced. You're not jealous that he's been with people before you, just worried that you won't live up to them. Kiri has always been very open about his past relationships, just like you have with yours. It's just a matter of finding the confidence to take the next step.

"Oh, you're thinking too much." He says quietly, grabbing your hands to pull them apart.

You hadn't even realized you'd begun to pick at your thumb, but of course he's paying attention.

"Can I stay?" You blurt out, sounding a little too panicked.

"You can always stay." He says as he wraps his arms around your waist, then brings his mouth to press innocent kisses into your neck.

"Baby?" You say, hands carding through his hair.

He only hums, lips still working against your sensitive skin.

"Can we try?" You ask quietly.

Your eyes lock, tension builds, and hands tighten as you both silently understand your heavy implications.

"Are you sure?" He asks with all the sincerity he has.

"I love you, Kiri, I trust you." You breathe out, letting your head fall to rest your forehead against his own.

"If you need me to stop at any point you tell me, understand?" He says with a tone you can't quite decipher. It could be called firm, but that's not exactly right… convicted, he sounds convicted.

"Of course, Red." His body responds to his hero name in the most beautiful way. Muscles tense as he takes a deep breath in, steady arms pull your body towards his. Very suddenly, but some also not soon enough, your lips are on his. Brilliant, rose colored warmth spreads through your veins as he kisses the breath out of your lungs.

"Can I lay you on your back?" He asks against your lips.

"Please." You sigh.

In one swift movement, he scoops you into his arms and spins you around so he can lay you gently on the mattress. One hand stays on your waist, while the other comes up to hold your face.

"I love you, you know that right?" He asks, when you look into his eyes your heart aches when you see all the begging in them.

"Kiri, I've never been more sure of anything." You assure him.

He gives you his thousand watt smile and you can't help but return it. This man is something else. He's the kind that lights up a room, that gives when he's empty, and loves relentlessly. Most of all, he's completely, inexplicably yours.

Your head spins when he dips his head down to kiss your collar bones.

"I'm gonna get you real worked up, ok?" He says then presses one long kiss into your shoulder.

Excitement blasts through your veins. What a beautiful promise he's just made, and you can't wait for him to live up to his word.

"I need you to tell me what feels good." He whispers against your skin as his hands come up so push your tank top up your torso.

"Ok." You reply, cursing yourself for how basic the response is. He's probably used to people who can dirty talk like no tomorrow, and all you can manage are weak one word responses.

"You're thinkin' too much honey." He says with a deep chuckle, his hands halt once he has the fabric bunched at your ribs.

"Talk to me." He says.

"I'm just nervous. Insecurities and all that, worried I won't live up to other people. You know, stupid virgin thoughts." You stumble through the sentence, barely articulating the nerves buzzing around in your abdomen.

"Listen to me." Kiri says with his firm, guiding tone.

"It's just you now. Not them, never will be them again." He brings one of your hands up so he can kiss your knuckles.

"You're my girl, that's all that's on my mind."

The reassurance is short and sweet, but Kiri is always like that with his words. He says it like it is, but there's always immeasurable heart behind what he says, so it's enough to still your nerves.

"Can I make you feel good now?" He asks, face slightly mischievous.

"I think you know the answer." You can't help but giggle when his fingers meet your ribs again to finish taking off your tank top.

Soon he's got you panting and grasping at the sheets. Your clothes are long gone, and he is definitely staying true to his promise to get you worked up. Rough hands are on your waist, while his hot, wet mouth trails across the tops of your breasts. The more time he spends kissing your body, the easier it is to let the nerves die out. Every ounce of uncertainty vanishes the second his soft lips wrap around one of your nipples.

"Oh, baby." You sigh, back arching slightly.

"Like that?" He asks, breaking only briefly. Soon his mouth is back on you, tongue drawing lazy circles around your sensitive buds.

"Yeah…" You find yourself wishing you could respond better again, but your mind is mush.

"How bout this?" He asks as he slides his other hand up to pinch your other nipple.

You rub your thighs together to try and alleviate some of the pressure building in your core. You have to be embarrassingly soaked at this point. After just a few seconds of nipple play, you're already throbbing and it's maddening.

"Kiri." You groan, the friction of his fingers contrasting wonderfully with the smooth movements of his tongue.

You want to feel him everywhere, you want to be overwhelmed by him. The way his tongue is working, you can only imagine him using it somewhere else.

"K-kiri?" You say with a shuddering breath.

"Yeah angel?" He answers, his hand still playing with you a little.

"Lower, please?" Your voice is so shy and timid, and you feel the hot blush spread across your cheeks.

"You're so fuckin' cute." He mumbles before planting an open mouthed kiss between your breasts.

With the same slow, teasing pace, he kisses down your stomach. He stops right under your belly button and glances up at you through his lashes. He's fucking stunning from this angle, but you've found that he really doesn't have a bad angle.

"I'm gonna try something, ok? Tell me how it makes you feel." He says calmly.

"Aye Aye Captain." You say, earning a sweet little chuckle from Kiri.

Any motivation you have to joke is thrown out the window when he nips your sensitive skin. The brief pain sends a jolt of pleasure straight to your pussy, and your walls clench immediately.

"How was that?" He asks, hands running along your hips as he settles between your spread legs.

"More please." Is all you can squeak out.

Kirishima just smiles and kisses where he's just nipped.

"In a little bit baby."

You become suddenly aware of how exposed you are and you're plagued with thoughts of insecurity. As if he can read your mind, Kiri places a kiss to your inner thigh.

"Can I please taste you, your pussy is so fuckin pretty." He sighs against your skin.

Oh yeah, you have to be absolutely dripping. His words have you clenching around nothing, you're so worked up you're worried you might finish as soon as he makes contact with your core.

"Fuck- please Kiri- use your mouth on me." You moan, shocked by your own boldness.

"Oh good girl, keep talkin' to me." He sighs.

Without any further warning his mouth is just all over you. No gentle kisses around your clit like you expected, not teasing fingers on your lips. Just as sudden, blinding pleasure rocketing through your walls as his skilled tongue laps at your sensitive, swollen clit.

"Kiri! Shit!" You cry as your hands find a place in his hair, desperate to hold onto something that can keep you grounded.

"Baby, I'm too sensitive, I'm not gonna- oh fuuuuck." You try to warn him, but the words never stood a chance at leaving your mouth. In the middle of your sentence, he presses one thick finger into your slick hole, and that spells the end for you. With how big Kiri is, his finger might as well be the size of an average man's dick, and it feels incredible. You can't hold it in, and you don't fucking want to. Between the constant, white hot pleasure he's giving your clit, and the sudden intrusion of his finger, your inexperienced body never stood a chance.

"Fuck that was gorgeous." He huffs against your cunt.

Your walls flutter their way through your orgasm, warmth oozing into all of your appendages as Kirishima slows his tongue down enough for you to ride out all of the aftershocks.

You gather enough strength to look down at him, and your blissed out brain wants to shred the shirt he's wearing. Your hands reach down desperately to grab the collar of his shirt in an attempt to pull it off.

"Where'd my shy girl go?" He teases before helping you get rid of his bothersome clothes.

"She left when you made her cum in under a minute." You share a soft laugh with each other, but anything light-hearted disappears when you look down at his briefs and see the outline of his dick.

Kirishima isn't a small man, standing up he's roughly seven feet. You're a relatively average sized woman, but you still feel like a dwarf next to him. Judging by the outline in his underwear, he's definitely proportionate, and the terrifying realization that he's probably not even all the way hard yet makes your stomach drop.

"You want that?" He asks coyly, red eyebrows shooting up as he grins down at you.

"It- it's gonna hurt, isn't it?" You stutter, hands balling up the bedding underneath you.

"It's gonna sting just a little bit, but I told you I'll get you worked up, and it'll only last a second princess." He kisses your nose for reassurance, putting your bubbling chest at ease for a moment.

"Can I- um- can I touch you? Please?" Again, you want to kick yourself for sounding so bashful, but Kiri seems to be incredibly fond of it.

"Of course you can, wherever you want to." He whispers, he leans down to brace on his elbows, his breathtaking body closing the remaining distance between you two. With him looming above you like this, you feel absolutely tiny, like if he put his weight on you it might crush you. Something tells you tomorrow is probably going to consist of a lot of bed rest.

You cautiously slide your hands over his carved abs, adoring the way his muscles tense under your feathery touches. Your eyes stay locked on his and your heart blooms with exhilaration. Your hands travel down his body until your fingertips brush the waistband of his briefs. Kiri takes in a sharp breath when you dip your fingers under the material. You steal a glance down, and you can't help but let your jaw drop.

He's gotta be the size of your forearm, at least. Shit, how the hell are you gonna fucking take that? You remind yourself that Kiri promised it would only hurt for a second, that he would take care of you. You trust him, completely.

He helps you slide his briefs off, and when he's finally free it makes you see stars. His full length falls against your stomach, and he feels so damn heavy. His base is resting against your mound, and his head meets your belly button. His skin is nothing short of beautiful, soft pink tip with a pale shaft littered with veins.

"Holy shit." You pant, your hand looks pathetic when you go to wrap it around his swollen tip.

"It might sting more than a little." You whisper.

"I'll make it feel good, I promise." He says with all the confidence in the world.

He's so unbelievably hard and your hand can't reach all the way around him. There's about an inch and a half between your middle finger and thumb where they should meet. You never thought you'd be so intimidated by a simple body part, but then again, this is Red Riot you're dealing with.

Before you can stroke him, Kiri is grabbing your wrist as he shifts to lean on his side next to you.

"Next time angel, tonight's about you." He says before kissing the skin behind your ear.

His hand lets go of your wrist so he can skate his fingertips down your stomach. As soon as he brushes your clit your body jumps, still so sensitive from the sudden orgasm he's just given you. You take in deep breaths as your legs shift anxiously while he dips his fingers down so he can run them up your soaked lips.

"You're so wet for me." He sighs against your neck.

"Kiri- please- make me feel good again." You whimper, desperate for his touch.

"Gonna stretch you out a little bit, ok? Gotta get you ready to take me." He mumbles as he presses his middle finger into your quivering hole again.

There's no way you can respond, all ability to speak is stolen from you when he starts to pump his massive finger in and out of you.

There's no stretch with just one finger, it's no bigger than the toy you usually use on yourself, the stretch comes when he adds his index finger to the mix. It doesn't sting, but there's definitely some pressure. You screw your eyes shut and reach for his forewarn as he picks up speed, needing something to hold onto as the pleasure builds in your lower stomach again.

Then, the spectacular feeling of his thumb pressing against your clit makes you cry out. You're shocked by the broken moan that rips out of your throat, and the way your hips roll against his hand while he starts rubbing urgent circles against your sweet spot.

"That's it baby, tell me about it." He pants against your shoulder, it almost sounds like he's cheering you on, voice filled with something joyful that makes your heart race impossibly faster.

"Kiri- that feels so fucking good- shit."

Your cunt starts to pulse around him like it did a few minutes ago, your body is already right on the edge again by his capable fingers.

"D- da- Kiri." You moan, you almost fucking slip. You want nothing more than to call him 'daddy', that's what he is to you right now. You don't know how he'll respond to it, so you swallow the name and cry out against his broad chest.

He seems to have caught you though, both his thumb and his fingers pick up their speed slightly.

"Say it, please baby, say it- fuck." He begs against your head, offering you the room to call him whatever you want to.

Your hand claws at his arm, the other reaches up to hold onto his sweaty neck.

"Daddy, please make me cum again, your fingers feel so good." Your voice increases in pitch the more you beg, he sets a delicious rhythm then, reacting immediately to your pleas.

"You wanna be a good girl for me?" He asks as he shifts so his free hand can cradle your face.

You nod weakly as your abs starts to seize up and your core starts to clamp down on his pistoning fingers.

"Look at me." He huffs, your eyes flutter open to meet his.

Kirishima has a habit of knocking the wind out of you with his beauty, but he damn near kills you this time. He's positively enchanting with the blush on his cheeks, brows furrowed as he focuses on bringing you to your second orgasm.

"Cum for me one more time angel, then I'm gonna fill you up, gonna fuck your pretty little cunt." His voice is dripping with desire, and his vulgar words are all it takes to send you right into another trembling orgasm. Your body twitches and jerks as your core squeezes his fingers. He stops thrusting them into you and focuses all his energy on rubbing your clit with his thumb, making everything so much more intense.

You moan and shake against him as he whispers things like "good girl, just like that" against your ear while you come back down.

All you want is more, so much more. There's no such thing as nerves now. You have tunnel vision for Kiri and the pleasure he's giving you. Even after two orgasms, all you want is more, more, more.

"Daddy please- fuck my little cunt- fill me up like you promised." You grab at him wherever you can, you almost second guess your dirty talk, but Kiri eats that shit up.

"You sound so pretty begging for me princess. You want me to fuck you, huh? Want Daddy to make you cry?" Everything about his demeanor has a sense of urgency to it. Not like he's rushing, but like he's handling something vitally important.

You just nod and whimper, it's all you're capable of after being rocked by two incredible orgasms. He's moving so he can settle between your legs again, and his weighty length hits your stomach again.

"Listen to me sweetheart." He says, voice shaking slightly at the end.

"I'm gonna let you put it in ok? I want you to tell me when to move and when to stop, we can even stop here if you need to." He moves his hands to hold your face, thumbs brushing your cheek bones affectionately.

"I don't want you to stop, I want more Kiri, please." You say, completely confident in your decision to keep going.

"Then it's all you babygirl." He smiles down at you, all warmth and adoration.

You swallow thickly and reach down to grab his pink head, nearly drooling when you see the ridiculous amount of precum leaking out of his tip.

You tentatively spread it around with your thumb, the appendage barely stretches across the width of his massive cock. Kiri's breath speeds up above you as you move your hand around his head so you can push him down between your legs. Now, with a clear view of him, he's definitely the size of your forearm. Nerves are replaced by excitement, knowing that once he's inside you and your body adjusts to him, it'll feel absolutely amazing.

Kirishima shifts above you so he can brace on his hands as he placed them on either side of your face. All his intricate muscles shift under his pale skin, he's so broad and handsome, it makes your head spin.

With very little skill, you run his tip along you dripping lips, and both of you jolt as the erotic contact.

"That feels good baby, nice and slow." His words egg you on, a fuzzy feeling buzzes around in your chest when you hear him praise you, it's something else you just want more of.

His head teases over your silky hole as you slide him further down, his fingers definitely got you worked up, but it's still gonna be one hell of a tight fit.

"Can you- um- could you move your hips forward a little?" You ask with a shaking voice, your body is sparking with the anticipation of having him fill you, and you know he won't be able to slide in unless he helps by pushing.

"Want me to help you put it in?" He asks, his voice sounds so light and breathy.

"Please?" You blink up at him.

"Just keep talkin' to me, yeah?" He pants out.

"Ye- Oh fuck Daddy!" What's meant to be a quiet answer, turns into an erotic cry. Your body shivers as the name slips from your lips and your hands fly to his sides. He didn't give you a single second to respond before pressing himself into you, and it definitely hurts more than a little. The sting of the stretch is almost enough to make you tap out, but then you feel his thumb dragging against your clit again. It gives you just enough pleasurable relief to catch your breath.

"Sorry angel, had to get that part over with." He says before leaning down to kiss your forehead.

"Red, baby, please-" You choke on a moan when his thumb speeds up and he presses even more of his length into you.

"Please what?" He teases.

He can't even be a third of the way in, and you feel like you're completely stuffed. Your walls are being stretched to what feels like their absolute limit. Now you know why he gave you two orgasms beforehand, you need to be absolutely drenched in order to take him. Even then, it's almost impossible.

You glance down to see how much more you have to take. Fucking hell, it looks like it's just his head that's in.

"Tell me what you need, gorgeous." He applies slightly more pressure to your clit, but slows the pace down.

"More." You mewl, despite the pressure on your poor, tense insides.

"I'll tell you if it's too much, just keep going, please Daddy." Your hands paw at his back, desperate for him to move.

"Fuck baby- you're gonna be such a mess by the time I'm done with you."

You don't have any time at all to catch your breath or answer him. The sting is almost blazing as he pushes his hips towards yours. The dizzying sensation of his veiny cock dragging against your slick walls is enough to bring tears to your eyes. You whimper and sniffle beneath him while every muscle in your body tenses.

Then, you remember to breathe. You pull in a long, cooling breath, and on the release let your muscles relax. You look up at Kiri to see him looking down to where your bodies meet, mesmerized by the way he's splitting you open. He looks so wrapped up in his love for you, which only allows you to let go of more tension.

He keeps pressing into you, little by little pain is replaced by a warm ache, that warm ache then replaced by traces of something pleasurable. The hand pressing lazy circles into your clit slides up to grab your wrist. His bright eyes flash up to your as he brings your hand down to the bundle of nerves.

"Rub it for me, baby." He whispers before kissing your temple, his deep, rumbling voice makes your thighs squeeze his hips.

"O- ok." You fumble your words slightly.

"Is that how you answer Daddy?" He trails his open mouth down to the skin just above your collarbone, then teases the delicate skin with his pointed teeth.

Holy shit.

"Yes- yes sir?" You say, head spinning as you try to focus even a little bit. Your hand haplessly moves against your clit, wanting to listen but your motor skills are rendered useless by Kiri's dominance.

"Mhm, good girl." He praises before sinking his teeth into the spot he's been teasing.

Your entire body jumps, reacting exactly how he wants you to. All twitches and moans as he guides you through this.

"You're so fucking tight." He sighs, eyes fluttering shut as he pushes in just a little more.

"Well yeah, you're the size of a house and I'm a virgin." You say with a weak laugh.

If you and Kiri can do anything, it's laugh.

He looks down at you and raises his eyebrows, and he can't help but giggle in that beautiful chirpy way he always does. You take his hands in your face and bring him down for a messy, laugh filled kiss. Blinding love fills your chest, hearing him laugh, feeling him breathe, being this close. It's all giving you such unparalleled joy.

He breaks the kiss to press his forehead into yours, then he really starts moving. What started as another round of giggles turns into a moan as he stretches you more and more. Your hands grab onto his neck as your eyes screw shut and your head is thrown back into the pillows. The pressure is positively mind numbing in the best way. All you can feel, smell, and taste is Kirishima as he rocks your world.

“Fucking hell, Kiri.” You gasp before rolling your hips up against him, finally feeling somewhat stretched out enough to work with him.

“Oh now you’re gettin’ it, keep movin’ with me sweetheart.” He nods his head while he talks, urgent and reassuring.

He continues his glacial pace, finally bottoming out with the help of your needy hips rising to meet his. God, you feel so fucking full. You swear you can feel him in your stomach, in your ribs, in your throat even. He’s not leaving a single inch of you untouched, and you’re absolutely hooked. You gather yourself enough to open your eyes again so you can look down at where you two meet, almost nervous to find that he really isn’t all the way in even though you feel like you’re going to break at any second.

“Holy. Shit.” As soon as you glance down, your eyes meet the most erotic sight you’ve ever witnessed. There’s a large bulge in your stomach, that is very obviously caused by one thing. Kiri smirks above you as he runs a hand up your side so he can gather your breast in his hand and tease your nipple with his thumb.

“Ain’t that somethin’?” He muses, sliding his hand back down to grab your wrist so he can move your hand over the stretched out part of your stomach.

“Feels good doesn’t it baby? I’m right there, that’s all me.” He presses your hand into the bulge, and the feeling of his head under your skin, combined with the pressure on your cervix and against your walls, nearly sends you into another orgasm. Your walls flutter around him as your bottom lip quivers.

That’s when you see the tension in his body, you hear the strain in his voice. He’s holding back, he’s going easy on you.

Your walls are relaxing, growing used to the obscene stretch. You take a deep breath and focus on releasing any other muscles that might make it harder for him to do what he needs to. As you settle, you bat your eyelashes at him. You offer another small roll of your hips before egging him on with your needy words.

“Daddy, please, you’re not gonna break me, fuck me like you want to.”

He gives you a very serious, almost stern look. It doesn’t help ease your need for him in the slightest, it only makes you want to push more.

“I’ll tell you if it hurts, I promise, please just fuck me."

His whole body shivers when you run your nails across his shoulders.

"Baby you gotta, if you don't tell me I'm gonna keep rockin', I don't want to hurt you."

You nod and swallow thickly, your body is absolutely buzzing with the anticipation.

"Words sweet thing, use your words. You'll tell me if it hurts, yeah?" He brings his hips back, and the drag of his cock along your walls is exquisite. He only moves maybe an inch, but the tease sends you reeling.

"Yes Daddy, I'll tell you." Your promise is said so sweetly, the way you trust him so completely sends him over the edge.

Just like that, your entire world shatters. He pulls back slowly, just to send his hips flying forward with one brutal thrust. It doesn't hurt, but there's so much fucking pressure once he's all the way pressed in. Your head is sent back into the pillows, thrashing wildly as you cry out and cling to his tense back. He doesn't stay there long though, only pausing briefly to savor the feeling of being fully wrapped in your hot, wet cunt.

"Open those legs for me princess." Kiri pants above you as he pulls back again.

You realize how much you've tensed up after his words pull you back down to earth. Your thighs had clamped around his hips like a vice. Slowly, you breathe in, then drop your legs open when you breathe out.

Then he sticks to his promise, and he starts rockin'. He sets a beautiful pace, it's not rushed or hard, not slow or teasing, it's just fucking perfect. He plunges into you over and over, deep and persistent. He hits every sweet spot you have, from your sensitive opening to your aching cervix. You mewl and twitch under him, your whole body being jolted every time he bottoms out.

"You're doin' so good baby, bein' such a good girl for Daddy." His voice breaks as he picks up speed, splitting you open completely.

It's turning your brain to total mush, all you can manage is a half ass "uh-huh" while your body moves like a ragdoll. You feel so full, and it feels so fucking good. It's all so foreign, so much, so overwhelming. Now that you're feeling it though, the feeling of being well and truly fucked, all you want is more.

The pressure just keeps building at your core, brilliant and warm. Sending electric shocks down the nerves in your legs, up your stomach, even through your fingertips. He's everywhere inside you, filling your mind and soul, you're drunk on Kirishima and more than willing to become addicted.

You blink open and grapple at his damp sides, as soon as you see your body being pounded into the bed, you feel your walls begin to tighten. Can you even call it that? You're so stretched out by him it's hard to tell if you're even capable of tightening around him.

Kiri sure seems to notice though, letting out short, pretty moans from the back of his throat each time he sinks in. Then you both see it, your eyes lock on it, both under a perverted trance. Each time he thrusts all the way in, your stomach buldges out a little, his incredible size displacing your insides as he fucks into you.

"God that's- fuck baby- you see that?" He stutters out, placing his massive hand on your waist so he can lay his thumb over your stomach and feel his cock head poking out from inside of you.

All you can do is gawk up at him and let your body be jostled by him as he continues to break in your body.

"How's it feel angel?" He asks, voice gentle and coaxing.

"So. Good. Daddy- fuck." You stutter out, the words come out choppy, cut off as you jolt from his pace.

"You feel so perfect, so fucking perfect." He mutters before diving down to press his open mouth to your neck.

He attempts to kiss you there, but all he can manage is a sloppy, inconsistent tongue against your skin. With his mouth open, you can hear all his sweet moans unabashed, and it's fucking beautiful.

A particularly broken sounding moan reaches your ears as Kiri grabs the meat of your thighs with his strong hands, angling your legs upwards a little more. His hands slide up to secure themselves under your knees, pressing them upwards he successfully folds you in half.

The tops of your thighs press into your sides as he braces himself up a little more, using your crumbled body as leverage. The second he sinks in from this new position, your thighs tremble and your cunt spasms. You cry out as your hands fly to his abs, almost pushing him back, overwhelmed by the intensity.

Overwhelmed, but so enraptured. Tears prick your eyes as you watch every muscle of his ripple as he works hard to fuck you this relentlessly.

"Talk to me sweetheart, how's it feel?" He asks, voice strained and unsteady.

"Feels- so- fuckin- good- Daddy." You all but sob, blinking the tears from your eyes as your jaw drops.

"You're such a good little girl, you look so pretty on your back."

His words hit a nerve you didn't know you had. The filthy praise, the sounds of his hot skin slapping yours with each thrust, the crushing grip he has on you, it's all awakening something deep in your chest. More, you need more.

"M-more- fuck- please give me more- I'm so close." Is all you can manage as the tears start to fall, wetting your rosey cheeks.

"Shit- give it to me baby, let go, I'll fuck you through it, just let go." He eggs you on. One of his arms shifts to hook your knee over his elbow as he sets the other beside your head to brace himself.

As soon as he releases that one leg, bending the other up even more as his thumb gets to work drawing figure eights on your clit, it's fucking over. You shiver and sob and claw. The most spectacular sensation you've ever felt takes over your entire body.

It captures every inch of your skin, wrapping it in velvety ecstasy. Your nerves shatter like glass, sending shards of pleasure flying in every direction. You can feel it up your spin, in the backs of your legs, and deep down in your chest.

Your body goes limp as your walls pulse around him, and he sure does fuck you through it. Your head flops back as you take it all, cherishing every sharp hit to your abused cervix.

"Gimme one more princess, I'm almost there." He moans, pulling your brain out of its stew.

You blink up at him, finally realizing how hard you're crying. As soon as you make eye contact, your heart nearly flies out of your ribcage. He's so fucking beautiful. Brows drawn together in a look of pure determination, skin dewy and flushed, bright ruby eyes looking at you like you hung the stars.

"I love you- fuck Kiri- I love you, I love you, I love you." You babble, hands sliding up tangle in the hair at the back of his head.

His eyes flutter at the sensation, nearly rolling back into his head. Kirishima is a slut for gentle touches like that, a trait that makes your heart go all gooey.

"I love you so much more angel." He sighs, eyes full of fondness and what you can only describe as home.

He's still fucking going. Pounding into you just as before, and your cunt is somehow taking it so well. You feel made for him, nobody else.

"Poor baby." He says as he brings a hand up to your cheek to wipe some tears.

The slight mocking tone sets a fire in your belly, another feeling to add to the endless list of things you're learning about yourself tonight.

"Did Daddy fuck you too good? Can't help but fuckin' cry about it?" His voice is back to straining, shoulders drawing up again, like he's trying to hold back.

Oh hell no.

"Y- yes Daddy, fucked me so good, you ruined this little pussy." You shock yourself with the vulgarity of your words, almost embarrassed by it. It's short lived though, given the way Kiri huffs out a gorgeous, "oh fuck", as he buckels down on his thrust even more.

The sparks start to fire again as your nerves wind back up, not even fully recovered from your last orgasm.

The hand on your cheek twitches down, but halts once his thumb presses into your jaw. It all clicks when he looks into your eyes, a silent plea in them.

You don't waste a single second, nodding frantically as you seize his wrist. You bring his hand down so he can rest his palm against your throat.

"Please, I want it." You beg with a pathetic voice, sniffling at the end as more tears fall when you feel your walls start to contract again.

He looks almost relieved, eyebrows relaxing on his scrunched face as his shoulders drop. He tentatively presses his large thumb into your pulse before speaking with a harsh, authoritative voice. His hips slow only slightly, more rolling than thrusting now, but still just as deep, still just as jolting.

"If it's too much, at any point, you tap me three times, let me see you do it."

You offer three pats against the forearm of the hand on your throat, gazing up at him with pleading eyes, desperate for approval. Obviously, you've never done anything like this. Nothing even close, but with Kiri looking at you like you're made of porcelain, you'd trust him enough to try anything.

"Good fuckin' girl." His voice drops, a powerful, deep rumble as his hips start to work up speed again.

The hand teasing your throat starts to tighten, but not how you expect. There's little to no pressure on your actual throat, most of it is on the sides. His grip cuts off the blood flow enough to give you a wonderful, delirious feeling in your head. Your whole body reacts to the exhilarating sensation. You can't help but let out a strangled moan once Kiri reaches his previous pace once again.

He fucks into you so intently, chasing his own release now. Your muscles start to seize again, walls twitching as you moan out nonsense praises below him.

"Little baby likes bein' choked, huh?" He taunts, releasing his grip just enough for your head to fill up with clarity again.

Then it clicks, he's allowing you to respond, he wants you to.

"I do, I fuckin' love it." You assure him, your voice doesn't even sound like you anymore. All whiney and wanton, full of lust and desperation. That greedy feeling scratches at your insides again. It fills your chest with white hot need for something rougher, nastier, more shameful.

"Be mean to me, Daddy, make me your bitch."

It all happens so incredibly fast. Suddenly, Kiri fucking growls down at you as he rips himself from your overworked hole. The absence of his massive length makes you cry out, you want to argue but your words are stolen from you by his next move. His hands are on your waist in the blink of an eye. He flips you onto your stomach, the speed of the rotation makes you instantly dizzy.

He straddles the backs of your thighs. Rough, selfish hands slide up the backs of your thighs. He gathers the fat of your ass in his palms and squeezes, letting out a low chuckle when you jump at the harsh feeling.

"So, you wanna be my bitch?" He asks, the tone of his voice sends a chill down your spine. He sounds almost… sadistic?

You don't get a chance to answer before his palm cracks across your ass cheek.

You yelp and whip your head around to give him a pouting look as you wipe more of your tears. The sight of him makes your dripping pussy clench around nothing.

He's sat back on your thighs, almost lazily. He isn't truly sitting on you, though, he would absolutely crush you. He's just braced over you, one hand stroking his glistening cock as the other kneads as your plush ass.

You just nod as your hands stretch out in front of you, grasping at the pillows, the sheets, the headboard, anything you can get a hold of.

His eyes are wild, strands of scarlet hair stick to his forehead with sweat. His stunning, chiseled muscles all flex as he pumps himself. Seeing him like this, it hits that rebellious nerve. There's no such thing as first time nerves now, your Kirishima's bitch, and that's all you want to be.

"Please, give it to me Big Daddy." You bat your eyelashes and bring your thumb to your mouth so you can bite down on it.

His hand freezes, body rigid with what must be shock. The hand on your ass slides up your back at a torturous pace. Buzzing anticipation settles in your gut as he leans down so he can spread his finger through the hair at the back of your head. Gathering a handful, he tightens his grip so he can crank your head back.

The bite at your scalp distracts you just long enough for him to press his broad tip against your quivering hole again.

"You think you're cute, don't you?" He says, low and dangerous.

You just blink at him, brain firing wildly to try and process every new addiction you're developing. Slowly, cautiously, you shake your head.

"Oh but baby…" He leans down even more so he can press his lips under your ear.

"You are. You think you can say something like that and get away with it. It's adorable." As he talks, he presses his length into you. You would think that after being fucked for so long that your hole would have been more prepared for him. You're so fucking wrong. The stretch is just like it was when he first put it in, but this time you're so ready for it, you welcome it.

"When you talk like that, you're gonna get your shit rocked." He mumbles against your ear.

You feel his hands at your hips, then you feel him hoist you up so your ass is in the air and your face is in the pillows. Then, all you feel is a shockwave of pleasure as he rams into you from behind. Within seconds, he has you squirming and screaming as he decimates your cunt over and over again.

The hand buried in your hair pulls your head to the side so you can moan out into the air instead of into the pillows.

"What are you?" He asks, the hand that isn't in your hair snakes around your waist so he can bring your torso up and press your back against his chest.

The action has you reeling, because your knees lift off the bed in order for you to be high enough to be fucked in this position. That's not a problem for Kiri though, he easily holds you up with the arm around your waist. Your legs dangle as he falls forward, other hand leaving hair so he can brace on the headboard.

"Daddy asked you a question." He pants against your ear. Hips still snapping into you impossibly fast.

"I'm your bitch- fucking hell- I'm your little bitch." You cry out, tears falling as one arm flies to hold the back of his neck as the other grabs at the arm around your waist.

His fingers bite your side as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder. He moans as he soothes the mark with his hot tongue.

"That's right, you like it don't you? You like bein' a little cry baby for this fucking cock. Don't you baby?" His words are dripping with the most sinful tone, even without any attention to your clit, your cunt starts to dance around him once again. Just his voice, his voice and his nasty praises are enough to start another fucking orgasm.

"Oh I fuckin felt that- You really do want me to be mean, huh?"

"Please- oh fuck- please, Daddy, please!" You sob.

"'Please, Daddy, please.'" He says with a mocking tone, "I told you to use your words, brat." That does it, "brat", something clicks within you. It fills you with a sticky, sweet feeling. It's something more intriguing than anything else you've felt. Whatever the feeling is, you're absolutely starving for more of it.

"Use me, please, use my little hole, let me feel you cum." You finally conjure a reply, digging it up from your newly found well of obscene phrases.

"Shit, princess, I'm gonna- fuck-"

Your filthy words seem to be enough to send him into a frenzy. Again his hands are on your waist, pulling out just long enough to flip you onto your back before he plunges back into you after your back hits the mattress.

He's so rough and fast now, all desperate, harsh hands as he fucks and fucks and fucks.

"Look at me, fucking look at me." He grabs your jaw, eyes full of feral desire.

"I'm gonna fill you up, you're gonna take all of it aren't you? 'Cause you're a good little slut." He commands before letting his other hand fly to your clit as you nod and stutter out promises that you'll do as he says.

As soon as his fingers start rubbing, your body seizes. Your eyes stay on his, nails scratching down his back as you cry and shake and writhe.

"That's it- fuck yeah- that pussy's gonna make me cum- you're gonna make me fuckin' cum- SHIT!" His voice breaks at the end, a crackling shout as his hips falter and he sinks all the way into your silky walls.

Your eyes stay locked on each other's, he drops his forehead onto yours. The hand grasping your jaw moves to cup your face, his other hand coming up to mirror it so he can cradle your head.

This orgasm is much softer than the others, all fuzzy and warm as it oozes through your limbs. Kiri rolls his hips into you as his cock spits hot cum deep inside of you. You both shutter and moan, hands loosening you finally feel him fill you up. Something you should have probably expected, is just how much he cums. He pulses again and again and again as your walls massage him. He fills you so much that he leaks out around himself, inevitably ruining the sheets beneath you both.

The feeling is foreign, briefly uncomfortable, but it quickly becomes a comfort. As your bodies calm, his hips still with one final gush into you. His thumbs rub your cheeks, wiping the remaining tears.

"You ok?" He asks with a scratchy, tender voice.

"Perfect, baby, that was perfect." You sigh as you pull him down for a kiss.

It's slow and feather soft, your lips work so reverently against each other, thankful for everything you've both shared.

He inches his hips back so he can pull his softening length out of you. Both of you shiver once he's all the way out, then you feel the mess he made inside you spill onto the bed.

"I should probably go get cleaned up…" You say as your cheeks heat, not at all prepared for what happens after something so intense.

He just looks at you like you're growing a second head.

"Princess, I'm gonna take care of that." He assures you.

Before you can argue, he's got you scooped up into his arms. He carries you off to the bathroom, completely abandoning the wreck you've left on your bed. You wrap your legs around his waist the best you can and bury your face into his neck. You feel strangely dependent and needy. You suppose that must be normal after something like that.

Once you're in the bathroom, he steps into the shower. He secures you with one arm around your waist so he can flip the water on with the other.

You try to ease yourself down from him, but the second you move your legs you're made aware of the powerful ache in your center. Standing might not be an option right now, or tomorrow.

"I gotcha, baby, don't worry." He says before kissing your temple.

You don't answer, just hold onto him nuzzle into his strong chest.

The shower is filled with gentle kisses and an abundance of sugary words. He tells you how well you did, thanks you for trusting him, kisses the parts that hurt. He makes you feel so explicitly loved, so abundantly cherished. It feels your heart with syrupy fondness. It's all so blurry, but all so distinct. Every soothing touch as he washes you lures you further and further into a state of complete relaxation. He puts lotion all over you afterwards, making sure he's careful with the tender spots. Soon you're wrapped in a plush towel, perched on the counter as he combs your damp hair.

You let out a long sigh at the cathartic feeling, then lean forward to kiss collar bone. You rest your chin on his chest and look up at him. You snake your arms around his waist and pull his huge frame between your legs. He sets the comb down before bringing his hands up to hold the sides of your head.

"You're my sweet girl, you know that right?" He says, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nod and give him a soft "mhm" as you press your lips into the opposite collar bone.

"Words please?" He asks, gentle and guiding.

Your brain is still so incredibly foggy, you're having a horrible time trying to scrounge up any coherent phrases.

One of his hands slides down the side of your face until it settles under your jaw, with the pad of his thumb against your chin and his index finger under your jaw, he tilts your head up so you have to meet his eyes.

"What are you?" His eyebrows raise slightly, eyes full of adoration.

"I'm your sweet girl." You somehow manage the admission with a hoarse voice.

"Perfect, don't ever forget that." He kisses the top of your head then, breathing in as he pulls you against him even more.

You love Kirishima, and he loves you. You both feel it in your bones. He has all of you now, and you feel like you have all of him. Regardless of past sexual experience, you've both given each other something new to cherish and learn about.

"Let's get you to bed." He says before attempting to scoop you up again.

"Uh- Kiri?" You say, pressing your hands to his chest to stop him.

"Hm?"

"I'm kinda hungry…" You admit, suddenly aware of the gnawing in your belly.

He looks down at you for a brief second, an amazed look dances in his eyes before he throws his head back to let out a rich laugh.

"Burgers, and then bed?" He asks fondly, head tilting down to kiss your forehead.

"Oh fuck yeah." You say excitedly, the promise of a big nasty burger makes you giddy.

It's not long before you're sat next to Kiri at a booth in your favorite burger joint. One heavy arm draped over your shoulders, the other holding a massive cheeseburger. You sit comfortably dressed in one of his hoodies, it falls all the way to your knees, drowning your body in fabric that smells like him.

He takes one, huge, messy bite out of his burger. Lettuce and condiments flops onto his plate as you carefully bite your own.

"You're an animal." You giggle up at him.

He considers your statement as he chews, then leans down next to your ear once he's swallowed.

"You like it." He whispers.

Your spine goes rigid and blush heats your cheeks. Of course nobody heard, only a few others out at this hour, but you can't help but glance around the diner to make sure.

You slap his arm and pout up at him.

"That's not fair." You protest, but you can't help the smile that spreads when you see him beaming at you with all his pointy teeth on display.

The rest of the night is spent full of laughter and teasing over milkshakes. You eventually wind up back home, tangled in bed together. After a change of bedding of course. You press yourself into Kirishima as much as you possibly can, though you'd both be content to melt into each other if it were possible. As you drift off, you thank your lucky stars for the man holding you, for the safety he provides, for such a dazzling first time. You're glad you waited, you'd do it again, you'd do it forever if it meant you could share it with Kirishima.

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digitalworldbound · 3 years

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koukari 24 or kenkari 30? sorry for the challenge :p but if you're not comfortable with the pairings, go ahead with takari! :3

Pairing: ken x hikari

Summary: “I can’t talk to cute people, okay? I don’t know how to flirt!” (#30 from the prompt list)

Author’s Notes: I was revisiting my old fanfiction from when I was thirteen, and it reignited my love for cheesy AUs. So, I present to you my first ever KenKari content (I apologize if it is bad, but I've tried my best!)

on the corner of thompson rd. and fifth street stood a quaint structure with walls that appeared to sag and well-worn stairs. a seemingly hand-painted sign hung above the door way read : ♡ book 'n' brew ♡

in full honestly, the crooked hearts would of been enough to draw ken in completely had he not been on a search for a new coffee joint. earlier that september morning, a bug placed strategically in his starbucks cup stirred up the motivation to search for a more tasteful choice in brew.

mindless trotting about lead him to the worn, brick steps. many customers were slightly deterred by the haggard appearance of the building, but ken thought otherwise.

it was charming and smelled of home. plus, the little pink hearts were hard to dismiss.

pulling the smooth handle and trapping the chilly air behind him, ken opened the door and stepped in.

the store was quite small, as expected, but seemingly transported him away. warm fairy lights hung on the edges of tall, oak bookcases. the lights made ken’s dark cerulean eyes dance with wonder. while the oak cases were aging, they were sturdy. books lined the shelves in every way imaginable. when the books filled up the shelves vertically, the left-overs were placed haphazardly in the spaces between, whether that be on top of, in front of, or behind other books. the smell of well-loved pages filtered through the air, mixing with the smell of freshly brewed something.

the coffee! ken reminded himself.

humming a mindless tune under his breath, he made is way to the countered that was nestled in between two bookcases. plants, napkins and even more books littered the counter top. the owner, however, was nowhere to be found.

"hello?" ken’s crystalline voice called out.

"how may i help you?"

ken made a noise of surprise, not expecting the light, feminine voice to come from behind him.

a girl emerged from behind one of the bookcases, her hair swept to the side and held in place with a barrette. she looked ethereal in her loose dress, the extra fabric making her look like a bird ready for flight. she coughed quietly, her amber eyes drilling into his own with curiosity.

blush erupted like wildfire across ken’s cheeks. the tips of his ears burned in embarrassment. he was caught staring, but the stranger’s beauty was disarming.

"so?" the owner lightly suggested, a gentle reminder that ken still had yet to respond to her initial question.

"oh, yes! i was wondering if you had any coffee?" he finally spoke up. all too late, he realized his mistake. a flush rose to his neck, and ken had half the mind to run out of the store and never return.

raising an arched eyebrow, the stranger purposely flitted her eyes over to the obviously placed coffee pots, before turning her attention back to ken.

"hm, i would say that i do." she chuckled. her dress gently swayed behind her as she slipped behind the counter. Looking over her shoulder, she smiled in his direction.

"obviously." the boy muttered under his breath, embarrassment consuming him alive.

"pick your poison."

ken pretended to ponder his options. on a normal day - which this wasn't - he could always go for a medium roast coffee with creamer and two sugars, but today felt inexplicably different.

"i think i might go with some oolong tea today, if it isn't any trouble."

"of course not, silly. it's one of my personal favorites." the barista smiled. she turned around, completely engrossing herself in the task at hand while ken decided to explore the shop.

his fingers danced on the spines of novels and novellas, enjoying the way they felt beneath his fingertips. as a child, ken never had the attention span for reading. he was always distracted by the butterflies or colorful markers or dandelions. these things were real, and for him, the words in the books weren't.

consumed by his thoughts and the texture of the spines, ken drowned out the shop owner's declaration of warm drinks.

when the surprisingly small hand cupped the boy's shoulder, he jumped, knocking several books from their perch.

"oh no, i'm so sorry. usually, i'm not this clumsy." he offered, quickly picking up the fallen objects and shoving them haphazardly back onto the shelf. anxiety swirled in stomach; he felt like an absolute fool.

the owner simply smiled and pushed the small mug into ken's cold fingers. how long had it been since he stumbled into the shop? ten minutes? an hour? the thoughts were washed away with the first sip of tea, as the warm, comforting flavor washed away the flush on his cheeks.

"my name's hikari," the mystery barista offered, turning towards the door behind the cluttered counter space, "yell for me if you need anything else." she smiled, then disappeared.

"i'm ken ichijouji!" he called after hikari, but it was too late. her delicate frame had already slipped away, disappearing into further into the shelves.

with a barely distinguishable pout on his pink lips, ken sipped his oolong tea languidly and perched himself in recliner nestled into a dusty corner. the cloth on the seat had once been beautiful, ken was sure. years of patrons had worn away the bright red velvet into a thread-bare pink. it was s comfy, so ken snuggled himself deeper into the chair.

glancing around, he browsed the titles nearest to him.

viva by e.e cummings

pride and prejudice by jane austen

star girl by jerry spinelli

the hobbit by j.r.r. tolkien

hikari apparently had an interest in most things, not unlike ken. they just had interests in different places.

losing interest in the books quickly, ken demolished the luke-warm beverage and placed his dirty mug (that he now realized adorned the same little pink hearts as the sign that hung above the entrance way) next to the coffee pot and hurriedly yelled out his goodbyes.

he closed the old, wooden door, walked down the brick steps, and turned onto thompson rd. his stride was strong and his gaze was fixed onto some imaginative point on the horizon.

ken was on a mission.

the rest of his week was rough, even by ken's standards. book 'n' brew had been closed for the past five days, much to his dismay. ken had inherited the ability to burn water and couldn't be trusted to make his own tea. with the name-brand fix no longer being an option, five whole days without caffeine had put ken on edge.

it was a rather dreary sunday. the rain fell in sheets and drenched the ken down too his sock-less toes. inky black hair plastered to his forehead; his eyelashes had already clumped together. his wet sneakers lead him down the familiar cement of thompson rd. and his heart leap into his throat when he saw the lights on in the infamous bookstore.

the warm atmosphere was once again barren of any patrons (besides ken, of course). hikari was much easier to spot, given that she was directly behind the counter. ken’s heart-rate picked up; he was almost giddy.

hikari's hair was swept to the side again, the ends barely dancing across her shoulders. her billowy dress had been replaced by jeans and a t-shirt. an apron hung loosely off her thin frame. she wore the tea stains like accessories. his heart gave another weird flutter.

however, before he could question his reaction, ken became far too preoccupied with the smells of the quaint shop. cinnamon wafted around his ears while cocoa assaulted his nostrils.

the owner physically perked up when the wind chimes above the door sang a song, signaling the first customer of the day.

rain dripped from his clothes as ken walked towards the delicious aromas while mulling over the half-baked plan that he attempted to conceive a week prior.

it wasn't much. he just thought that hikari was impossibly cute and wanted an excuse to strike up a seemingly casual conversation. the only problem that presented itself was the fact that ken absolutely despised reading.

so, during his caffeine withdrawal, ken invested a part of his meager wages into a hoard of "spark notes" books. these were easier to understand and got straight to the point, anyways. every morning of his coffee-less week began with a literary classic. much to his dismay, the plots bored him to tears. lovers would fight and makeup, enemies would always become friends. books were too predictable.

nevertheless, when the shop was finally reopened, ken had the basic knowledge of not one, but five(ish) novels to use as conversation starters. he wanted to be prepared to keep her interest, no matter how small his understanding of the material.

"hello, hikari!" ken chirped, a bright smile spreading across his wind-nipped cheeks.

"good morning, ken ichijouji, how have you been?" though she was talking to him, her eyes never left the countertop she was cleaning. the shadows under her eyes did not go unnoticed, but ken decided against bringing it up.

" i'm great! i've been put off, though, as your shop hasn't been open in nearly a week."

hikari chuckled darkly, her eyes meeting his for the briefest of moments. "don't worry about that. i'm here now. would you like anything to sip on or any novels to escape into today?"

ken was slightly confused by the unusual turn hikari's behavior. her voice was no longer sweet, but laden with exhaustion. however, he let none of this deter him from his mission.

"yes, please. i would like a coffee with creamer and two and a half sugars, please."

the blue-eyed boy watched intently as hikari made his drink. In an effort to bring a smile to her face, ken joked that his preferred his coffee the color of his sun-kissed skin. despite how stupid it sounded, her cheeks warmed as she giggled. looking like an idiot was worth it if it meant that hikari would laugh like that.

"so," ken began as the silence settled in, "have you read any good books lately?" he took a quick sip of his coffee and let the warmth sink to his icy toes. september was almost over, but the chill of october was already creeping around the corner.

the corner of hikari's mouth twitched, and ken’s heart soared when he knew he made the correct choice.

"hm," the young woman started, her body relaxed against the cluttered surface of the counter., "i had you pegged as more of a 'movies-are-better-than-books' type of guy." her elbow grazed a stack of books that were balanced precariously on the edge.

"ah, well, of course not! i have loved reading since primary school." ken stuttered out. his face was a shade of deep red, resembling the worn-out velvet of the chair he was sat in. the lie sat uneasily at the pit of his stomach, but ken pushed it aside.

"well, to answer your question, i just finished the book thief by markus zusak." by now, a smile had warmed up hikari’s amber eyes, brightening the mood. rain still splattered against the shop windows, but the pair paid little mind.

"what was it about?" inquired ken. while he had no interest in reading, he certainly had an interest in whatever hikari was talking about. her slow, languid voice soothed him.

hikari eagerly rambled on and on about the characters and plot, being careful to only tease at the spoilers. ken stared intently into her eyes. he didn't have a clue what she was talking about, but he loved every minute of her voice ringing in his ears.

the coffee sat abandoned in his lap, warm long gone and chilly. the raven-haired boy took a drawn out sip, absentminded. furrowed eyebrows and a quirk of the month made hikari giggle in the midst of her story-telling.

once hikari’s story lulled to an end, ken began to talk about the books he didn't really read. he steered away from specifics and danced around with the big ideas. though her attention was divided behind between making herself a cup of tea and ken’s pride and prejudice synopsis, she seemed at ease.

"you remind me of Lydia Bennet, actually.” hikari’s hair whipped around, her eyes wide with surprise. ken was too preoccupied with the speech he prepared, one that he was sure would enthrall her. “you have that aura about you.”

“i have the aura of girl that would run away with a grown man at the age of fifteen?” the incredulousness in her voice snapped ken from his coffee-induced stupor. He hands shook. oh god, i should have read the book.

“the sparks notes didn’t mention that part.” his mouth reveals him before his brain can put a stop to it. “oh, god, i’ve ruined everything. i can’t talk to cute people, okay? i don’t know how to flirt!” his absolute, all-consuming panic must have been obvious from the way the warmth crept across his face.

her giggle caught him off guard. “how can you laugh at a time like this? i just compared you to a mother’s worse nightmare.” ken was miserable, doing his best to disappear into the cushion of the recliner.

“because it was endearing to watch you pretend to know what you’re talking about.” hikari said simply, her cheeks pink.

ken only hummed in response, not trusting his voice to respond. Instead, he basked in the warm atmosphere and tried to gain the inertia to take himself to work. while they sat in comfortable silence, mulling in the conversation, hikari leaned down and pried the empty ceramic mug from ken’s now-cold fingertips.

the contact sent a shiver down his spine, his heartrate skipping sporadically in his chest. he was on fire.

and ken knew.

he knew by the blush that rose in the girl’s cheeks, and the look of confusion still in her eyes. ken knew that coffee was good, but it had never tasted better than when he was with her. he had never tried so hard to gain the attentions of the girl, never expecting himself to be willing to do research on a subject that didn't interest him just for the sake of conversation.

the realization shook him to his core.

ken knew that he was falling for her.

so he did what he was best at.

he ran.

"oh my, look at the time. i am going to be late for my shift. it's been good. thanks for the coffee." he slammed a wad of money on the counter and rushed to the door, wind chimes tinkling after him.

hikari's goodbyes were caught in her throat.

#kenkari #ken ichijouji #hikari yagami #digimon

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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The Next Ten Minutes (Your Move 2.3) (Branjie) - Ortega

a/n: the year is 2033. your move 3 has still not been written. i’m joking, but it’s laughable that it’s taken me a literal year to get even a husk of close to writing/finishing the third installment in this oneshot-turned-trilogy. basically i’m doing a complete overhaul of the doc and indeed, the structure of the fic which meant me having to get rid of two relatively sizeable chunks. but i know there’s some very patient people out there that enjoy this verse so i thought why not get rid of them on here? this is the first chunk and there’ll be a second one to come soon, and then fingers crossed we get the official your move 3 by the end of the fucking year amirite?????????

tl;dr: thank u for being patient, thank u for the consistent and inexplicable love i get for this verse. enjoy 2 cute idiots being cute at the zoo (trigger warning for zoos in case ur not a fan of them)

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Vanessa was tugging on Brooke’s arm, jogging ahead of her like an excited kid, and Brooke couldn’t help the smile that involuntarily sprang up to her face. It was the most perfect day; warm and sunny but not uncomfortably so, the zoo was quiet because all the kids were in school, and her girlfriend was smiling with anticipation, yapping at her like a puppy and making Brooke’s heart swell so much it almost hurt.

“Brooke, come on! The man said the koala’s got a joey and I wanna see if we can see it,” she pleaded, letting go of Brooke’s hand, running about a metre, then standing still and pouting as Brooke walked calmly at a sensible pace.

“You’re going to give yourself a stitch if you keep doing that,” she shook her head affectionately, taking Vanessa’s hand again. Her girlfriend barked a laugh.

“No ma’am! A bitch got stamina. Besides, it’s been what, an hour since we shared that sundae?”

“You have a weird definition of shared,” Brooke said, raising a disbelieving eyebrow and receiving a thump on the arm in reply.

“Leave me alone. I got an appetite,” Vanessa rolled her eyes, suppressing a smile as Brooke snorted and looked to the ground.

“You’re insatiable in many respects,” she teased, Vanessa frowning in confusion. Brooke elaborated for her. “As in, you like sex.”

A look of realisation passed across Vanessa’s face which Brooke found completely endearing. “True. You’re as bad as me, though, so I guess we both greedy bitches there.”

As Vanessa calmed down and matched Brooke’s pace, Brooke sighed contentedly. This was their fifth proper date and Vanessa had insisted on treating Brooke to everything, Brooke having either paid for Vanessa or split the bill with her on all their other dates. Vanessa had been so pleased with herself all day, not having batted an eye at the extortionate zoo entry fee as she handed over her card. Brooke had been pained- she desperately wanted to pay for things, she couldn’t help it- but at the same time she appreciated what Vanessa was doing for her. She knew she didn’t get paid nearly as much as her and so their date was a bit of a sacrifice on her end, so knowing that Vanessa wanted to treat her made her flattered.

They finally got to the koala enclosure, Brooke laughing as Vanessa accidentally walked into an overhanging bamboo plant. It was funny the way that everything Vanessa did seemed so endearing to Brooke. As she walked up to the glass and peered at the little animal on the other side of it, Brooke watched affectionately as her girlfriend, usually the loudest person in any room, became a totally different person.

“Oh my God. Look at it. I’ve never seen anything so adorable in my life,” she whispered, in what was possibly the quietest voice Brooke had ever heard her use.

“You should see yourself,” Brooke smiled, wrapping her arms around Vanessa from behind.

“Hey, keep your voice down, girl. The joey’s gonna get scared,” Vanessa shushed her, her voice barely louder than a murmur. Brooke laughed softly.

“You’re like a little koala bear sometimes,” Brooke smiled, the thought popping into her head as she watched the koala munch on some leaves. “You’re always happy when you’re eating or sleeping.”

Vanessa tilted her head so she could smile at her girlfriend. “Koalas ain’t bears. They’re marsupialans.”

“Marsupials.”

“Whatever. Point is, I’m smarter than you about koalas, so this is the proudest moment of my life,” Vanessa laughed happily. “I know more than my girlfriend with eleven billion degrees about something!”

Brooke rolled her eyes. “Shut up. I don’t know everything. You’re smart too.”

Vanessa let her eyes flutter closed, kissing Brooke on the cheek lovingly. Brooke took a second to let the whole moment sink in. They were just entering their third month together, technically their second as a couple, but Brooke had learnt never to get hung up on technicality with Vanessa. Brooke had embraced the presence of Vanessa’s chaos and crazy in her strait-laced, ordered world, the other girl a complete hurricane but Brooke always managing to sit in the eye of the storm. She hoped Vanessa felt the same about her too. She always tried to tell Vanessa how much she meant to her, and Vanessa told her the same, but Brooke always seemed to manage to over-analyse the intended sentiment until it lost all its meaning. Looking at Vanessa now, there was a lot that ran through Brooke’s head. There had been a couple of things she’d been wondering about in the last few days but hadn’t been brave enough to verbalise them to her girlfriend yet. Except now the day had been so perfect that Brooke felt as if nothing could go wrong. Hopeful and optimistic, she turned to Vanessa.

“Hey,” she said tentatively, keeping a hold of the smaller girl in her arms. “I was thinking of maybe telling a couple of people at work about us? You know…let Detox finally scream about it for a while. I think she’ll pop if she has to hold it in much longer.”

Brooke watched as Vanessa’s face grew intrigued. “Really? You sure that’s a good idea?”

Brooke faltered. “Yeah. Why? Don’t you?”

“No, sure, I- of course, it’s just…” Vanessa ran a hand through her blonde waves and grew embarrassed, and Brooke suddenly regretted asking her anything. Frowning, Vanessa appeared to collect her thoughts and then spoke again. “I know that our relationship ain’t equal. From a society point of view. It’s like a big massive, walking, living cliché, the secretary and her boss, and even though I like having that aspect sometimes…in the real world, it’s gonna turn a lot of heads. I don’t want people lookin’ at me and judging me because they think I’m some cheap gold digger or some airhead, and lookin’ at you and thinkin’ you could do so much better than me.”

Brooke felt a stab to her chest. She pulled her girlfriend close in a hug. “Oh baby, no. Nobody’s going to say that.”

“But they will, though. You know what people are like.”

“Well, maybe they will,” Brooke frowned, confidence suddenly returning. “And so what? Since when has my girlfriend ever given a fuck what people thought of her?”

Vanessa laughed sheepishly. “Since I became your girlfriend and felt like I’ve been living in a dream.”

Brooke kissed the top of Vanessa’s head and pulled away. She felt for her- she could see why Vanessa was nervous and in truth, she was too. But keeping their relationship lowkey was torturing her, and all Brooke wanted to do was shout that she was happy with Vanessa at the top of her lungs. Thinking for a moment, she finally came up with something. “How about we meet up with some of my friends? There’s a mix of girls from work and outside of work, plus Detox would be there and she already knows you and loves you. It’d be fun! Please?” Brooke pleaded, and she watched the smile creep onto her girlfriend’s face. “I really want to show you off to people. You deserve to be shown off.”

The compliment sealed their fate as Vanessa sighed, rolled her eyes and finally nodded. “Okay! Okay, but they better not be bitches, ‘cuz you know I’ll cut them.”

Brooke raised her eyebrows as she laced her fingers with Vanessa’s and finally pulled her away from the koala enclosure. “I don’t doubt it. Come on, princess, let’s go see the meerkats.”

#rpdr fanfiction #vanessa vanjie mateo #brooke lynn hytes #branjie #lesbian au #your move #the next ten minutes #ortega

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toxicpineapple · 4 years

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7 from the hug prompt meme for... 👉👈 mayhaps.... kuzumota (kuzuryuu x momota)........

Momota is deep in thought.

At least, that’s what Kuzuryuu gathers, looking at them. They only make that expression when they’re thinking about something. Their brow all furrowed and their lip curling up.

Knowing them, it’s something fucking stupid, about crabs at the bottom of the ocean or whether the glass bowl around the Kool-Aid man is his clothes or his body (dumbass, literally, what a dumbass, how dare they fill Kuzuryuu’s brain with that shit) but the thoughtful expression is begrudgingly, admittedly attractive. And they’re at a bus stop right now in front of god and everyone, which means Kuzuryuu can’t stare as hard as he would if they were alone. Damn.

In lieu of staring, Kuzuryuu nudges Momota with his elbow, muttering, “What’s got you all distant?”

“Hm?” Momota blinks, then smiles sheepishly. “Uh, have I been spaced out for too long?”

“Not too long,” Kuzuryuu grumbles. “Don’t be weird. I just noticed you looked like you were thinking about somethin.”

“Sure am,” Momota’s sheepish smile shifts into a grin, “you been lookin?”

Kuzuryuu huffs. “Dumbass.”

Momota’s smile doesn’t falter, though. If anything, it widens, which only goes to prove Kuzuryuu’s point about them being a dumbass. God damnit.

“You gonna tell me what you were thinking?” he asks, giving Momota a side eye, clearing his throat and trying to will the heat in his cheeks to die down.

“Yeah,” Momota says. They don’t continue, though, they just lean against the bus sign, tilting their head back. “In a bit,” they add, and Kuzuryuu chews the inside of his cheek. Okay, like Kuzuryuu knows what that means, but go off.

The bus comes up to the stop a moment later, and the doors open with a squeal. Momota gestures for Kuzuryuu to step on first, one of their dumbass chivalrous gestures that Kuzuryuu does not think are hot, and the two of them find a relatively uncrowded spot, standing together by the window.

By the time they reach the park by Momota’s grandparents’ house, Kuzuryuu’s mind is buzzing. It is almost definitely something extremely stupid. But he can’t help being curious anyway. It’s The Boyfriend Effect(tm). It gives him a stupid, inexplicable interest in everything his partner is concerned with. God damnit.

“Hey, stop for a second,” Momota hums, resting a hand on Kuzuryuu’s shoulder. Kuzuryuu turns, raising his eyebrows. They’re cutting through the playground as usual, a more scenic route back to Momota’s house, and when Momota stops him they’re standing by the swingset. It’s not exactly a perfect day for hanging around outside. It’s mid-October and the sky is a solid sheet of grey. Chilly, too. Kuzuryuu can feel the tip of his nose getting pink.

This has the added benefit of the playground being totally empty, but Kuzuryuu is definitely not thinking about that as he cranes his head back to peer into his partner’s eyes. “Whaddya want?” he grumbles, wrinkling his nose. “It’s fucking cold, Kaito.”

“Yeah?” Momota beams at that for some reason, their eyes lighting up. “Funny you say that, actually. See, at the bus stop, I was thinking about how short you are--”

“Eat a dick!” Kuzuryuu exclaims.

“--and I-- hey, it’s not a bad thing!” Momota pouts.

“I fucking hate you,” Kuzuryuu frowns, his face heating up. “Like, you’re right? But you didn’t have to say it, asshole.”

“C’mon, Fuyu,” Momota’s pout deepens, and Kuzuryuu softens at the nickname, entirely against his will. Momota is cute damnit, how fucking dare they? “But anyways, I was thinking about how short you are, right? And I was thinkin also, that if we weren’t at the literal bus stop, like-- I mean, I’m pretty strong, y’know? So theoretically--”

“Fuck off,” Kuzuryuu says, his eyes widening.

“Theoretically, I could--”

“Please fuck off!”

Momota does not fuck off, the bastard. Instead, they reach out, slip their arms around Kuzuryuu’s waist, and lift him off the ground in a hug. Kuzuryuu determinedly does not squeak like some kind of bottom bitch, though admittedly he does grasp at Momota’s shoulders, leaning into the embrace automatically, without thinking about it.

He’s nose to nose with Momota now. And there’s a grin on their stupid face. Kuzuryuu feels his face flushing.

“Cold now?” Momota asks, giving Kuzuryuu a squeeze.

“Fuck you,” Kuzuryuu says. Momota laughs. “Hey, fuck you, Kaito, you’re the worst and I hate you so much.” When Momota laughs harder, Kuzuryuu grumbles, and moves one of his hands from Momota’s shoulder to their cheek, guiding them in for a kiss.

They’re not laughing now. To be fair, though, Kuzuryuu isn’t either; he’s kinda distracted.

#kuzumota #nb momota kaito #this is the GOOD SHIT!!!

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doctorguilty · 4 years

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alright here’s how I’d rewrite Infinite and ergo some of the plot points of the games story.. it got long i got a little carried away lol........................

Infinite’s name probably isn’t that before he becomes a tool of destruction thing but I don’t care all that much to name him something else rn

he also doesn’t have a sword because that’s really not necessary and I don’t know how to make that relevant at all

forget the mercenary thing because it makes no sense that he was “hired” by eggman and that’s also boring. The jackal squad is a nomadic, robin hood type group that steals from bad folks to help other animal people villages in need

to make character relationships.. matter a little bit more, OC is a long time childhood friend of Infinite and they still see one another a decent amount despite the jackals moving around

I don’t really care how or why the phantom ruby exists in fact I’m just realizing there’s a huge discontinuity because according to the COMIC it just.. existed arbitrarily like a chaos emerald, but according to the GAME it seems to be something Eggman fabricated, since there’s “prototypes” in play??? hm hm okay you know what I’m feeling ambitious let’s make both make sense. There is one true phantom ruby that exists, eggman finds it, where ever I don’t care. some legend about, this ruby can bring your ultimate fantasies to life! EXCEPT you need to have, idk, a good heart, a heart of gold, to use it and eggman doesnt have that so he can see the illusion of his empire but it wont become reality

eggman thinks okay well, maybe if I fabricate copies of it I can make a version that will work, which I reckon doesn’t make them “prototypes’ anymore but just, copies, but close enough. however, they still don’t work

now cut to jackal squad raiding eggman for his cool shit. maybe they catch wind about this whole “bring your fantasies to life” power and want to use it for good and they know eggmans vibes are rancid. in any case the jackals make off with a ruby (a FAKE one uh oh!) but not without infinite losing an eye and gaining one big unsightly scar from a fight w/ eggman and he’s like Shook about that but he’s like hm well at least I stopped that terrible guy from harnessing this power (oh no bitch u thought..)

of course the jackals dont keep their spoils but WHO ever could be trusted with this legendary gem thing?!? oh none other than You, Original The Character, aka Infinite’s best friend .............. so he gives the ruby to OC and tells them like, idk allegedly this can make ur dreams come true but I don’t know how it works...oh my eye? yeah I sure used to have two of those but dont worry about it, anyway ttyl stay fresh *saunters off, jackaly*

because the fake!ruby is.. fake, it just seems to be a dud at first so OC just hangs onto it as a keepsake

eggman, pissed about his shit getting stolen and worried what could be done with it sends robots out to hunt down infinite, kidnap him, and drag him back to eggman’s base and demand the fake!ruby back. infinite naturally refuses to tell him anything especially at the cost of putting OC in danger, so he’s like, blow it out your ass

eggman is like HAHA WELL U DUMB SHIT you stole a fake anyway and I have the real one right here.. he uses the ruby to suddenly spawn a bunch of robots and infinite braces himself for the attack... except they go right through him because they’re just illusions. eggman is like FUCK !! DAMMIT! WHY WONT THIS SHIT WORK!! Infinite uses eggman’s tantrum time to rush in to snatch the ruby. when infinite touches it as its in eggman’s hand, however, all the illusion robots become “real” (probably conveying this through effects/opacity), taking them both by surprise. infinite is unable to take the ruby before getting hit with a full force attack from a robot

infinite is incapacitated and eggman grins, like, inch resting...................... you seem to be able to make the ruby work... I will now use you for malicious purposes >:) (cut to black)

NOW when Infinite is in the tube, 1) he already has his mask because the scene with him putting it on and monologueing about abandoning his old identity is unnecessary, it’s more symbolic here, 2) he’s amnesic and I know we did that with shadow already and I don’t mean to overuse it, but I think it works well enough in a different way for this story! Shadow had some fragments of memories and an identity crisis, but with Infinite, his memory is completely wiped (or perhaps suppressed?) and his only understanding of himself is that he was “created” to work for eggman. Even MORE importantly! the stakes are raised because of Infinite’s relationship to the OC--Infinite cannot remember them which makes attacking them a lot more heart wrenching ESPECIALLY when we get to a point where OC begins to recognize their brainwashed best friend using one of the (apparently) very same rubies given to OC to try to destroy them with

this also adds more tension to all the scenes where Infinite is taunting and threatening OC on a quite personal , rivalry-like level? Infinite would, over time, begin to get an inexplicable sense of familiarity with OC, which causes him to hesitate and hold back

oh and as for the fake!ruby, OC does use it to defend himself just like the first time! it ends up being successfully activated because OC shows a strong will to protect the other civilians. if you haven’t caught on to my cheese, both OC and Infinite have hearts of gold and thats why they can use the rubies. eggman is cheating though by fusing Infinite to the ruby and using him as a proxy for his bad will..... and again, coming back to the cheese, Infinite’s heart cannot be changed and he is not truly “evil” so that’s like, how this is working

I’m way too lazy to fix everything scene by scene because there’s also just SO MUCH wrong with all the other characters and plot but I’m just focusing on fixing Infinite and making him more interesting so I’m skipping to the end..

I’m not entirely sure how I’d order the bosses and what I’d wanna do with the eggman robot phases the whole things was a big mess............I kinda wanna go with what I THOUGHT was going to happen after beating up giant robot thing and then that squid robot breaks out??? and I thought it was going to be Infinite cause that would be much more dramatic? So lets go with that---When Eggman says like, well fuck infinite who needs him? i harnessed the power of the ruby into my robot, he means he literally trapped Infinite in it like, wired up and shit to use him like a power generator. fucked up. Infinite breaks out after that phase of the battle, and he’s like, in so much pain and glitched out on overclocked energy he cant even control what he’s doing.... commence TRUE final boss battle (it can still be a tagteam with sonic), and it’s sad and dramatic! OC pleads (or I reckon sonic, maybe the other heroes too since they talk during fights! like since OC doesnt talk) infinite to remember his true self because they dont want to destroy him

once you’ve depleted his health bar, I’m going to go ahead and use the game’s weird addition of quicktime events to fuel more cheesiness (B/C THIS IS SONIC...WHY DID THEIR “POWER OF FRIENDSHIP” MORAL END ON SUCH A BLAND, UNEMOTIONAL NOTE IN FORCES??? shadow didnt fall to his (alleged) death in sa2 for this..............) and you quicktime OC HUGGING Infinite, like jumping towards him and grabbing him in an embrace type of thing! and when OC makes contact with the ruby, it activates, making all the probably hostile glitchy battle terrain or whatever dissipate, infinite stops being like.. idk lookin like he’s being electrocuted, and his mask fades away .. exposing Infinite as his true self once again

the in between the lines intent here, again since OC doesn’t talk, is that OC’s fantasy was to bring Infinite back so they could be together again. you’re welcome to interpret that as romantic, or platonic, it doesn’t matter! it’s open ended! it’s just supposed to be cute!

idk and then emotional stuff, I’m not entirely sure what it doesn’t really matter the idea is that Infinite is like, remorseful of what happened but everyone ofc forgives him because it’s not his fault , and then he joins up with with everyone to help fix the world! hmm I’m torn between Infinite keeping the true phantom ruby or giving it to the OC, like giving it to the OC makes sense, but for the sake of like, hypothetically bringing Infinite back in a future game and having special powers, it would be perfect if he kept it and that was his thing, he uses the power of virtual reality to help people and fight evil and whatever

I dont know I guess there’s not a lot of sense in thinking too hard since I just remembered none of this is canon whatsoever and we’re probably not seeing Infinite again unless as a stock evil thing to beat up like metal sonic 8′)

I have no idea who i wrote this for I guess myself! Idk if anyone else played forces or cares or w/e but! if you DO happen to be someone who read this and cares about it omg well like feel free to! comment and tell me what you think!!! this was all very stream of thought

#seth speaks #save tag #so i dont lose this in case i wanna come back to it

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tumblunni · 5 years

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Underrated yokai watch translation mistake: the subtle uncutening of Dr Maddiman

LIKE SERIOUSLY HE IS SO CUTE

EVEN CUTER IN JAPANESE

First off his japanese voice is a very nasally sort of 'underdog character' thing, with a singsong intonation to how he says stuff. And his english voice just sucks, i have no goddamn clue what possessed them to give him straight up the same voice as seargeant burly. WHAT! His english voice also seems to be missing a lot of his unique sound effects, in japanese he sorta..well..said sound effects. His damage and attacking sounds were hammy yells of 'bwaah!' 'doryaaa!' 'hiehhhh?!' etc. In english its just one single 'uhn' type generic vocalization. and even his laugh was toned down into "ha ha ha" (yes exactly as awkward as that) instead of "fufufu" "fuyahahaahahahahaaa!" and miscellaneous mad giggles and voice cracking type moments. Like even when he IS just saying "ha" it sounds more like a natural laugh of a dude who's having fun, perhaps a little too much fun, lol. He doesnt do anything as halfhearted at that damn english voice that just tries to YELL LOUDLY to make up for the loss of enthusiasm...

And then even his spoken dialogue is victim to less hamminess and specifically less cuteness also. A lot of it has been inexplicably turned into formal phrasing in english, i guess just because "he's a smart guy character"...? It strikes me as really similar to another favourite character of mine, Charon from pokemon. But in that case he actually is an elderly man speaking flowery formal japanese and trying to sound deliberately fancy (to the point where him dropping it for a few lines is a sign that he's really rattled) Maddiman not only has the opposite personality but even apparantly has an equivelantly opposite moment in japanese! (Switching from the ordinary/slightly feminine "watashi" to boastful "ware" only when he's doing dramatic speeches about his experiments) I dunno it just feels weird that as well as making him formal he's also got more scattered lines of I AM A BIG GENIUS boastfulness. Like did they need to fill empty space or something...?

Also maddimancs like.. Word choice? Is cute? In japanese? He continues to make sound effects of hamminess all the time in his written dialogue and almost all of them are edited out in english for reasons unknown. Examples: 'giehhhhhh?!' instead of "huh" or "oh no", lots of fuhuhu fuhaha fyaaah hyaa for no reason whenever he sees a prime chance, lol. All universally changed to the more generic 'mwahaha' in english, and always 'mwahaha' instead of the more natural sounding variations from sentence to sentence. Japanese maddiman also tends to...like..i guess i'll say singsong voice again? His word choices seem to only ever lie on the two extremes of short and cute vs long and complicated, and he flitters back and forth and sprinkles it around in a way that just makes his sentences look like something thatd be super fun to read out loud. That kind of mad scientist speak, not the formal boring kind! Every now and again he'll throw in something SUPER informal/cutesy that kinda takes you off guard and makes you go "oh you~!" Like the aforementioned "giehhhhhhhhhh" [continues on for like a whole text box], or how he interrupts his dramatic speech in Medal Wars to briefly say "oh by the way good morning" in THE most informal rural dialect old man type variant of the phrase. And instead of something more typical like "eureka" or "at last!" or whatever, in japanese his standard 'my experiment is complete' noise is YOSHAAAAA~!!

Oh and just to add, he often has multipke explanation marks, "?!" interrobang things and tildes even on lines that are very ordinary. Like he YELLS EVERYTHING at MAXIMUM ENTHUSIASM!!! This is a line! Of dialogue!! That i am saying!! Im just so happy about it!!

He also really does break his sentences up like that! And lots of other subtle "i am going a mile a minute and i cannot stop" type verbal tics, like repeating himself and sometimes stammering or streeeetching out voweeeels~ And pretty much any time there's a variant of a word containing "ya" or "fya" he's gonna pick that, even if it looks comically out of place in the sentence. I think thats the logic behind him sometimes saying stuff thats noteably more or less formal than the rest of the entire text box? And well you better believe he's gonna add some more As onto that thing!!

He just feels a lot more..like.. overemotional in japanese? Really does feel like when youre super heckin hyped over your BIG FAVOURITE and you go all motormouth nuts! And him being like that with almost everything kinda adds a lot of personality details even before you start learning about him. Plus in japanese his name is more "reckless" or "carried away" instead of "mad", and well his sad backstory is literally about him getting so "carried away" with his research that it caused his wife to leave him and his life to fall apart. So him sounding more ditzy and easily exciteable seems to fit with the kind of personality that could get that deeply sucked into things at the cost of his own health and important relationships, as well as the sort of guy who might be a bit too emotionally immature to properly escape from such a tense web of life mistakes...

Also its just.. Its just real cute, y'all.

Seeing a scary lookin doctor and then he talks like a cute bastard = instantly a point of intrigue that makes you wonder if he might get a sympathetic backstory in some future game, and you are totally already cheering for him to do this because gosh darn it even if he's killing me he's sounding like a sweet old grandpa who'd give me candy afterwards! The whole 'underdog factor' really cant be underestimated, it feeds in really well to the tragedy of his life and how he's really more of a reluctant villain/guy who doesnt even realise he's a villain/guy who's kinda not in control of his own actions sometimes. He just seems sad even before the sadness happens! THE CUTENESS IS IMPORTANT FORESHADOWING, DAMMITTTT

so yeah anyway to Do A Maddiman you just need to act like an overenthusastic undertalented actor in a school play while also sticking a peg on your nose. Imagine they promised you candy if you can scream the loudest!!

And That Is Why We Love Him

The End

#im sorry i just love his japanese voice so much #and its not exactly a hard voice to do in english or anything...#kaialone said tom kenny would be a good voice and ive gotta agree!#japanese madds really is like the halfway point between spongebob and ice king

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jeonbase · 6 years

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I read a really sad fic and I was wondering if you could recommend me some cute fluffy ones? Or some of your favorite fluff fics? Thanks Andrea 💓💓💓💓

im not good with sad angsty fics either

i’ve actually done two lists of fluffy fics before [here, and here] but i did those like last year

i’ll do one list of the newer ones i’ve read and another list for my favorite ones

newer fluffy fics i’ve read:

also i left out any explicit/fics with explicit content cause i wasn’t sure if you wanted those and thought it’d be best to stick with just pure fluffiness;

also these aren’t necessarily new (cause i haven’t really had time to read anything new) and you’ve might have already read them

trust runs through the blood in your veins by bubyseok

jungkook’s hanging out with yoongi in the genius lab, when suddenly he doesn’t feel too good.

( alternatively : vampire jungkook forgets to feed and yoongi is being a caring boyfriend and taking care of his needs )

(au, vampire jeongguk, established relationship, blood drinking, domestic fluff)

my love for you blooms like flowers by Pastelkooks

To Yoongi, he’s the embodiment of home.

Home

Soft

Love

Safe

Maybe even more.

(fluff, established relationship, proposals)

you are the cause of my euphoria by lilacflowers

jungkook receives kisses from everyone.

(everyone x jeongguk, but mainly yoonkook, fluff)

“strawberry swing” by darling

yoongi didn’t Want to believe in soulmates but you know. you can’t always get what you Don’t Want?! in other news: min yoongi and kim namjoon on student council. jungkook the transfer student. fluff. sweater paws. that’s it.

(soulmates au, fluff)

here’s lookin’ at you by darling

exhibit a: jungkook not being sure of what he sees in the mirror. exhibit b: yoongi trying to make him sure. in his own way.

(canon, fluff, pre-relationship)

Honey and Caramel by endearings

All in all, Yoongi is a good alpha. He’s kind and sweet and warm, doesn’t push Jeongguk at all, lets him set the pace, listens to what he has to say. Jeongguk sort of, but only sort of, feels in love.

It’s not so bad, all things considered.

(alternatively: Jeongguk makes a nest)

(abo au, alpha yoongi, omega jeongguk, fluff, hurt/comfort)

list of my favorite fluffy fics:

(some of these are already listed in two posts i linked above, but i’m gonna put them here too because i love them; also they are in no particular order)

flower boys by siderum

“it was pretty,” namjoon protests, trying to defend himself. “and it was a gift from a fan. wouldn’t she have been troubled to have to take it home?”

“and you brought it back to let it die?” yoongi interjects, dry as sand. he rises to his feet, dusting off his jeans. “you gonna take care of it, namjoonie?”

“how hard can it be,” namjoon says, but he sounds hesitant, like he knows his own annihilatory powers will trump his determination. “it’s a small plant. it needs water, sunlight, and air. we can provide all of those. piece of cake.”

(yoongi and jungkook take care of a plant together.)

(canon, domestic fluff)

most of all by darling

beauty is beauty in whatever form it happens to take.

(fluff, marriage, established relationship, bride!kook)

you okay, honey? by wortmalerei

Jeongguk is stressed from his workload, sure, but when they one morning fight over cooking rice of all things, Yoongi decides it’s time for an intervention.

(au, domestic fluff, established relationship)

the garden of eden by xiajin

the truth of it all is that yoongi is inexplicably lonely.

(au, fluff, music teacher yoongi, florist jeongguk)

3:15 by notyoongs

“Jeongguk-ah, are you… afraid of the microwave?” Jeongguk groans, stuffing his face in Yoongi’s chest again so he won’t see the way Jeongguk’s cheeks burn. “No,” he mumbles, which means yes, which means you’ll still love me anyway, right?

(au, fluff, mild hurt/comfort)

snapshots by ial

yoongi’s always known, from the very beginning (rationally, theoretically) that jungkook was good-looking. or cute, or pretty, or all of it and sometimes more than that. their fans say so. so yoongi knows. but nowadays, the reality of it is– more than that.

(canon, fluff)

skin by dreamingdaegu

Jungkook has a new dance move.

(canon, fluff)

witches petals by pursuits

“is there anything i can help you with?”(or: yoongi has an affinity for cute (witch) florists)

(au, witch florist jeongguk, fluff, mutual pining)

sleeping away by xiajin

“ha,” jungkook says victoriously as yoongi swears, looking at his closed fist in regret, “hyung has to go and make hot chocolate this time around.” he settles back on their sofa, so pleased with himself, his features curled up in a smile. yoongi groans. his limbs feel soft and heavy at the same time, the product of many hours of together on the couch with his younger boyfriend.

(domestic fluff)

summer, autumn, winter, spring, you stay the same by yoongijk

from the day of the universe’s creation and beyond/through the infinite centuries and beyond/in the previous life and maybe the next too/we’re eternally together [and while jeon jeongguk is all of this celestial beauty, he is also something far closer to home, far closer to yoongi’s heart. the ethereal jeongguk chose yoongi, chooses yoongi every time.]

(fluff)

someday by icedpeanutbutterlatte

“You’re warm, hyung,” Jeongguk murmurs contentedly and Yoongi’s heart squeezes bittersweetly. Maybe this is okay for now, Yoongi tries to placate himself as his body yearns to snuggle into Jeongguk and his fingers itch to hold Jeongguk’s hand. Someday, Yoongi thinks as he basks in the comfort and warmth of their bodies, too close to be considered friends, but never close enough for Yoongi.

(canon, fluff, developing relationship, implied top yoongi and bottom jeongguk but nothing explicit)

pop by xiajin

this is how jungkook came about acquiring a cat.

(au, fluff)

light up by ial

yoongi still won’t dare to cross the ocean, but jungkook knows no fear, just runs and leaps and crashes—crashes into him, curling around yoongi’s edges, pushing and pushing and pulling him in.

(canon, fluff)

doggone by darling

as in: doggone feelings. as in, bad puns aside, yoongi is whipped. and that's pretty much it.

(fluff)

young & dumb by notyoongs

“Yeah. Wanna be your baby.” There’s another puff of air against his skin, and he feels Jeongguk turn his face further into Yoongi’s neck, like he’s trying to hide—it does nothing to quell the flip of his stomach. But Jeongguk is drunk—that’s all. He tries to remind himself of that even though he really, really doesn’t want to think about it. He prefers to pretend this is what every weekend could be, even without the alcohol. (or: jeongguk is drunk and just wants yoongi to cuddle him. as usual, he gets his way.)

(college au, fluff, light grinding but briefly and not explicit, drinking mentioned)

i’ve got you by pursuit

jungkook’s not quite sure on how to explain it.

(canon, fluff)

familiar by fvxc

jungkook is the sacrificial lamb that is always tasked with the difficult mission of waking up yoongi.

(canon, fluff, established relationship, brief implied bottom jeongguk)

birthday by jeonyoons

jeongguk waits another minute, just in case, before he turns to steal a glance at yoongi’s reaction—he watched the video, he must have, eyes pointed at the window almost aggressively, but his cheeks are pink, and jeongguk’s, now, too.

(canon, fluff)

blemishes at 1:32 am by pursuit

“hyung?” he contemplates - there’s shuffling at the door, nervous feet against wooden floorboards and hesitant sighs - he gives up.

(canon, fluff, hurt/comfort)

sleeping beauty by disarmingly

“new conditioner,” jungkook observes and nuzzles closer, inhales deep while half crawling into yoongi’s lap, which makes it easy for yoongi to rest his hands at jungkook’s waist. “good?” he hums.“mm,” comes the approval and somehow jungkook ends up being the one who dozes off, face tucked into the curve of yoongi’s shoulder and neck.

(fluff)

puppy (love) by bellamees

“i’m going to go see holly this weekend, do you want to come along?” (or: they’re whipped.)

(canon, fluff, mutual pining)

sweet paradise by ramyeon

“Why the cheek?” Yoongi laughs. Jungkook is flustered as he grumbles, “Be grateful that I'm kissing you, hyung.”

(au, fluff, established relationship)

#asks #anon #yoonkook #sugakookie #ficrec #sorry for the late reply #also the fav list one is a bit long akajsdfk #i had a hard time choosing just a couple #and i left out a lot more that i loved #answered

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javis-beretta · 6 years

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To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before (4)

part four is here! things are getting kinda spicy so i’m excited to hear your thoughts! enjoy! <3

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8

A few weeks later, your best friend, Davey, grabbed your arm and pulled you into an empty classroom.

“This whole thing with Race is crazy! I can’t believe that you’ve been harbouring a crush on the king of the cafeteria crowd this entire time!”

You grinned at his surprise.

“I know, it all happened so quickly! I’m as shocked as you are!”

Davey, like all of your and Race’s friends, had been told the official story. You ran into Race at Jacobi’s, the pair of you started talking, you bonded over ugly middle school pictures, you began speaking every day and, then, he asked you out. It was an easy story to stick to, but it did hurt a little to lie to Davey.

Just before he accosted you in Mr Bunsen’s homeroom, Davey had seen Race sidle up to you in the middle of the cafeteria, link his pinky with yours, and pull you in to kiss you on the forehead. He slipped a note into your hand, in front of everyone, including Spot, and told you to have a good day, before you headed to your next lesson.

“You know,” Davey said, gently, “you’ve really brightened up since he came around. I’m happy that you aren’t pining over Jack anymore.”

“I was never pining after Jack! He was just the cute boy next door. The feelings were more instinctual than they were real.”

“Oh, yeah, I’m sure,” he said, with a sarcastic smile.

“Anyway, I have to get to trig, I’ll see you later?”

“Sure thing, kid. By the way, are you and Race going to Albert’s tonight?”

You paused in the doorway and turned back to him.

“Uh, I don’t think so. Why, are you going?”

Davey was pretty similar to you, in the sense that he preferred to fly under the radar at school. He was charismatic and funny, so you weren’t surprised that he’d been invited. You were a little surprised, though, that he wanted to go. Davey gave you a sheepish grin.

“He’s in my English class, so we’ve been talking a little. I need someone to talk to if I do go, so please think about coming.”

“I’ll talk to Race,” you said, with no intention to follow through.

That afternoon Race had track, and you didn’t feel like waiting so you took the bus home. It was odd, to be back on the bus after so much time in Race’s car, but you didn’t really mind. You got home a little after four and decided that, that evening would be a good time for an avocado face mask. Mr Pulitzer – or Joe, as he insisted that you call him – was working late, so he wouldn’t be around to bother you. Around six, you put on your comfiest clothes and settled in to watch The Proposal. Sandra Bullock had just barely proposed to Ryan Reynolds when you heard the doorbell ring. You went to answer it, and there was Race, looking at you with that crooked smile.

“Hey, you do know it’s not a costume party, right? Although your impression of Jim Carrey in the mask is spot on.”

“Uh, what? What party? Also, shut up, avocado is moisturising!”

He frowned at you.

“Seriously? Did you not read the letter I wrote you today? Albert’s party is tonight and you’re coming with.”

You were pretty sure that letter was still folded up in the pocket of your jeans. You started to protest, but he quickly cut you off.

“No arguing, parties are in the contract, remember?”

Ugh. That stupid contract.

“Fine, come inside. You can wait here while I get ready.”

You positioned him on the couch and started to leave the room, before turning back around.

“And, don’t touch anything.”

He gave you a smile that was the opposite of innocent and shooed you away to get dressed. You quickly did your makeup and put on something cute. It was a party, so you probably wouldn’t need to be too formal, right? Before you left, you slipped a necklace. It was silver, with a blue flower pendant. It had belonged to your mother. You tried to wear it often enough, but it felt a little too fancy for school. With your pretty outfit, though, it looked good.

You walked back into the living room to find Race cooing over baby pictures that you didn’t even know you had.

“Awww, little Y/N was so cute! What happened?”, he joked, as soon as he heard you walk into the room behind him.

“Actually, Higgins, I’m still plenty cute. Cute enough to settle for you, anyway.”

As soon as he turned around, the smile was wiped off his face.

“Uh, yeah, you are definitely still cute.”

You blushed a little but ignored the compliment. You were getting used to Race’s flirting, slowly but surely. Soon, you were back in his familiar car and he was driving you to Albert’s. As you pulled into the driveway, you reached back to scratch your neck, and the necklace you had been wearing slipped off.

“Shit,” you said aloud, and Race glanced at you.

“Yeah, I’m okay, but I think the clasp broke. It was my mom’s, so I don’t want to lose it, but I haven’t got any pockets to put it in.”

“Ah, don’t worry, I’ll hold onto it,” he said lightly, picking it up and slipping it into the pocket of his black jeans.

You both climbed out of the car and walked up to the front door. He paused for a moment and glanced at you, “You ready for this, Y/L/N?”

You took his hand and nudged his shoulder with yours.

“Born ready, Higgins.”

He chuckled, gripped your hand, and pushed the door open.

The party was in full swing. It wasn’t anything crazy, but you had never seen so many people from your high school letting loose before. There was music playing, and a boy with bright red hair waved you over from a table in the corner, playing what looked like beer pong.

“Hey, Higgins! You made it!”

The boys did a weird bro-hug and the boy, whom you now recognised as Albert, grinned at you.

“And this is Race’s mystery girl! I’ve seen you at school, but it’s good to finally meet you! I’m Albert, but everyone calls me Al,” he swept you into a warm hug.

Race grinned. He was definitely happy to see Al being so welcoming to you, especially since most of his boys hated Spot before, during and after their relationship.

“You okay hanging here for a little? I’ll go get us some drinks.”

You nodded, and Race jetted off. Al gave you a crash course in the rules of beer pong and soon, you were dominating. Your hand eye coordination was better than you had expected. Your eye caught on Davey, across the room, talking to… Was that Jack? As soon as the thought entered your head, Jack looked up and said something to Davey, before patting his shoulder and heading for you. You groaned, internally. There was no way you could get out of this conversation now.

When he reached you, he put a hand on your arm.

“Hey, can we talk somewhere? I’ve been calling you and trying to get a hold of you for a while.”

“Uh, yeah, I know. We can go stand by the pool, if you want. It looks kind of empty there.”

He nodded, and you followed him, a little reluctantly. So, this was happening. As soon as you were in the less crowded area outside, he stopped and started talking.

“So, are you seriously dating Race?”

Why was he talking about this?

“Yeah. Is that a problem for you?”, you may have sounded a little defensive, but you were getting tired of people thinking that you couldn’t land a cute, popular boy.

“No, just, since when is he your type?”

“What would you know about my type, Jack?”

“Nothing! You’re just so sweet and innocent and he’s, like, a popular, jock-y dickhead.”

You bristled at his patronising tone.

“Well, maybe, I’m not as innocent as you thought, then.”

“That’s not what I meant! Ever since Kath and I ended things, shit has been awkward between us and then I get your letter and, I’m just incredibly confusedr.”

And, there it was. The letter.

“Look, that letter was how I felt a long time ago, and I’m with Race, now. Nothing can happen between us, okay? We cannot do that to Kath.”

“Kathrine hasn’t talked to me since she left for university. And, I don’t even know what I feel for you, Y/N. I just,” he trailed off. “I already lost Kath, I really don’t want to lose you, too. You’re one of the most important people in my life.”

“I’m sorry, Jack, but, a relationship is never going to happen between us, get it?”

Just then, an arm snaked around your waist. Race was there, with two cups, one in either hand.

“Hey, I’ve been lookin’ for you. Is everything okay over here?”

He addressed the question to both of you, but he was looking at you, searchingly.

“Yeah, we were just finishing up. Let’s get back inside, Race, it’s kind of cold out here. I’ll see you around, Jack.”

Jack nodded stiffly and watched you go with Race. As you found your way back to beer pong table, Race handed you a cup with something fruity and alcoholic in it and you explained everything that had happened. His hand around your waist squeezed you lightly.

“You’re all good though, right?”

“Yeah, I’m all good, now.”

You spotted Davey again and excused yourself from Race and the boys at the table. Albert groaned and those who were playing against you cheered. After just a few moments, they were already starting to grow on you.

You chatted idly to Davey about school, and your relationship and you found that you didn’t have to fabricate any of the joy in your voice when you talked about Race.

Race, in another room, was having a similar conversation about you, with Spot.

“I just don’t know how you moved on so quickly!”

“How I moved on? Spot, you were some guy from NYU before I could say anything.”

“Okay, yeah, but at least it was someone you didn’t know! You moved on with Y/N Y/L/N!”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realise that people you inexplicably disliked were off limits. In case you had forgotten, Sean, you broke up with me.”

Race turned to leave and as he did, something shiny slipped out of his pocket. In his frustration, he didn’t notice, and Spot picked it up, as Race slammed the door shut. It was a pretty little necklace, not Race’s style at all. It must have been yours. He slipped it into his pocket, figuring it wouldn’t hurt to hold onto it for a little. It might come in handy.

Race heard you laughing before he saw you. You were chatting to Romeo and laughing as the boy waggled his eyebrows at something. Race put a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, you want to get something to eat? I think Jacobi’s is still open.”

You were surprised, but you didn’t mind.

“Yeah, of course, let’s head out.”

Romeo winked at you and you said your goodbyes and headed to Jacobi’s Deli, ordering a plate of fries and two chocolate shakes. You hadn’t had enough to get drunk, not by a long shot, but, you were, in your limited experience, a lightweight, so you felt warm and happy and loose. Race could have been the cause of it, but it was easier to blame it on whatever had been in your cup at the party.

Race’s phone pinged with a text, and he frowned at it.

“What’s got you so glum, chum?”

He looked up, brows still furrowed.

“It’s, uh, Spot. He confuses me. He barely talked to me at the party, but now that we’ve left he blows up my phone. I just don’t get him.”

“Yeah, he was always kind of possessive, even when you were together. Are you gonna text him back?”

“Nah. I’ll probably just call him when I get home.”

You nodded, slowly.

“So, you guys still talk on the phone?”

“I mean, not as much as we used to, but, yeah. Before I was dating him, we were friends. It’s difficult to just let that go.”

You nodded again but didn’t reply.

“What? Is that weird? You’ve got your judge-y face on, again.”

“No,” you protested, “it’s not weird. I just don’t think it’s the healthiest thing ever.”

He scoffed.

“Yeah, because you’re the relationship expert, here.”

“Uh, excuse you, Higgins. You’ve dated one more person than me, and you’re obsessed with him. You’re not one to talk.”

“I’m not obsessed!”, he argued, and then sighed. “You know, you are honest to a fault.”

“Yeah, well. It’s useless to lie about some things.”

He paused for a moment, and you could see something in his eyes that looked like a question brewing.

“Okay, then. If you’re being honest tonight, I’ve got a question for you.”

“Shoot.”

“You’re pretty, smart, funny and pretty much everything most guys are looking for. So, why haven’t you had a boyfriend yet? And don’t say that it’s because no one is interested, because I know for a fact that Finch tried to ask you out a couple years ago.”

You exhaled, heavily.

“I just-“ you trailed off. “Dating and love and romance is so easy to write about, and so much fun to read about, but, in real life, it terrifies me. And I don’t think it’s about putting myself out there or whatever. I just feel like as soon as I get attached to someone, then it’ll hurt a lot when they’re gone.”

He studied you.

“That makes a lot of sense. Do you mean gone, like your mom?”

You sighed again and willed your heart to stop hurting.

“I guess.”

“I-I’m sorry for bringing it up, it must be tough to talk about.”

“No, it was a long time ago. I miss her, but it’s not as bad as it used to be, I guess.”

There was another beat of silence.

“Uh, I don’t know if you know this, but, um, I’m adopted.”

You were a little surprised, but more grateful that he changed the subject.

“Yeah, of course I know. I’ve known you forever, Race.”

“Well, uh, my birth father contacted me a while ago, like two summers ago and, uh, he wanted to meet up and, I guess, talk to me. So, I went to some restaurant and he never showed. He hasn’t talked to me since. And, I know that it’s not the same, like, at all, but, um. Yeah. I haven’t told that to anyone, until now.”

He laughed nervously, and you reached across the table to cover your hand with his.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m really sorry, Race. You deserve better,” you said, gently.

He hummed and then flipped your hand over and absently stroked it with his thumb.

“You know, for someone who’s scared of relationships, you’re not doing half bad in this one,” he said.

You grinned brightly.

“Yeah, well, this is different. It’s just pretend.”

He quickly dropped your hand and cleared his throat.

“Uh, yeah, you’re completely right.”

You frowned.

“Are we good, Race?”

“Huh? Yeah, we’re great. We should get going though. I’ve still gotta drop you at home.”

He stood up abruptly and put some money down for the bill.

That night, when you got home, you stood silently in your room for a moment. Something had been off with Race that evening. You shook your head to clear the thoughts away, and your phone pinged with a text. This time, it wasn’t Race. It was Katherine. She wanted to talk.

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darlingpetao3 · 7 years

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For Asgard (Chapter 21/?)

Well, there goes my last bit of money...

It wasn't even enough to purchase a ticket home, so what does it even matter? You wanted, no needed, something to eat, so screw it!

Plus, nothing could beat eating fresh chips while walking along this lovely view of the River Thames.

Travelling the world was by far the greatest decision you had ever made. Not long after returning home from the battle in New York, you knew you needed a change. A fresh start, to get back to the fundamentals of who you really were. To rediscover yourself, essentially. And during your wild and amazing journey, you have come to see so many beautiful countries and cultures over the last year and feel incredibly fortunate.

On your afternoon walk, you come across a bookstore and decide to have a look around. Not that you'll be able to buy anything in here (which is, in its own way, a bit of torture). Looking around at the neat assortment of literature, your hand reaches for, and brushes, the same book as someone else.

“Oh, sorry,” you apologize, looking up at a rather attractive gentleman.

“No, no. Please, take it,” the cute guy offers the book to you.

“Thanks.”

“Are you from here?” he asks.

“I'm from... around.” Wow, vague much? He seemed to like your mysterious answer. Always keep 'em guessing, ladies. He chats you up a bit and it comes out that you're practically stranded here until you find some more cash in order to get home. “Where's home for you?” The guy is trying to break your code. What are you about? What's your story? Those kinds of questions. You only give a little background information on yourself, not wanting to call too much attention to your past. From a nobody to an accomplice, to an honorary Avenger. Then truthfully (thankfully) back to a nobody again. Who knew how many people saw your face fighting with Earth's Mightiest Heroes? Keeping a low profile was the main priority.

“There's a guy, isn't there?” asks cute guy. You become a little flustered at the question.

“Oh, well, that part of my life is pretty complicated.”

“Is he still in the picture?” There's an invisible pluck on your heartstrings.

“No,” you say, remembering the face of the one you had once loved so deeply and had broken your heart. “No, he's not. He's far gone.”

“Well, hey. If you ever want to talk work or get together...” The cute guy hands you a business card with his phone number on it. “Give me a ring.” His smile is wide and confident, but you've seen better. The shop's door jingles on his way out.

“Pssst.”

You look around the aisle for the voice and see no one.

“Psssssst. Hey, you.” It's a woman's voice. On the other side of the bookshelf where the book you're holding had been, is an eye peeking back at you. “You lookin' for a job?”

This was more than a little unusual.

��Come with me.” For some inexplicable reason, you follow the woman out of the bookstore and when you catch up to her, you are finally able to see her face. She doesn't look threatening; she's on the shorter side, has nice round eyes, and a very expressive face.

“So um, who are you?” you ask. “And where are we going? You mentioned something about a job?”

“The name's Darcy,” she says, walking briskly. “We are going... this way. I need to pick up my boss slash friend. And yeah, I need someone to do the grunt work.”

“For...?”

“Science stuff.”

“Gotcha.”

This Darcy chick leads you to a little vehicle with various metal contraptions lying on the pavement beside it.

“Your first task is to fit all these in the back. Think of it as Tetris,” Darcy instructs. “And keep the GPS looking thing handy. I'll be back. I need to go interrupt a date.” Even with all the questions forming in your head right now, you end up not saying anything at all and watch her scuttle away into the restaurant beside the parked car.

After packing the back with this weird-ass stuff (including something that vaguely resembles a toaster), Darcy returns with another woman. She has long hair, is taller than Darcy, and looks a little ticked off. When she sees you leaning against the car, she asks, “Who's she?”

“She's my intern.”

“You have an intern?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Wait, intern?” you say. “I'm going to get paid though, right?” They both ignore your question.

“Have you heard from Erik?” the new lady asks Darcy.

“No, Jane, I haven't, but I'm sure he's-”

“I'm calling him now.” Jane dials rapidly on her cell, only to have to leave a message.

“Our friend Erik – he's a scientist,” explains Darcy. “And he kinda went coo coo for coco puffs. But he said he was onto something so we-”

“His last name wouldn't happen to be Selvig, would it?”

Jane hangs up the phone, turning around in her seat to address you. “Do you know him?”

“Kind of.” You leave it at that and change the subject. “The GPS says to take a left here.”

Many sharp and illegal turns later, the three of you ladies end up in a deserted warehouse district. This place gives off a serious murder-y vibe, which in turn makes you a little jittery. Jane, still not too impressed with being dragged from her date by Darcy, gets out of the car with a huff.

“Come on, this is exciting! Look, the intern is excited!” Darcy points out.

“My name is (Y/N).”

“Do you want the phasemeter?” Darcy asks Jane, ignoring you in the process. Even though Jane says no to this so-called 'phasemeter,' Darcy tells you to grab it anyway. “The toaster looking thing.”

So that's what it's called.

“Intern, we're this way!”

“My name is...” Oh, forget it. Might as well adopt this as my new name. You carry the heavy hunk of metal into the warehouse your new employers are sneaking into. There's no way this can be legal. They disrupt some birds, startling you and almost causing you to drop the phasemeter.

“So this is where I die?” you joke. “Go figure.”

“I know,” Darcy agrees. “I feel like a murderer in a hockey mask is going to jump out and stab me.” There's the sound of light footsteps. “Don't shoot!" Three small kids show themselves from around the corner.

“Are you the police?” one of them asks.

“No, we're scientists. Well, I am,” Jane replies.

“Thanks,” you and Darcy say in sarcastic unison.

“We just found it.”

“Found what?” you ask quietly. You feel like you're in on something classified. The kids look at each other as if should we show these foreign women? In the end, they motion for you to come along. The things they present to you are seriously out of this world. Get this: a cement truck floating in mid air! When one of the young boys barely touches the truck, it rotates a full three hundred and sixty degrees. That doesn't seem right at all. What's even odder is when these kids start dropping random objects down a stairwell. They'd disappear before hitting the ground and re-emerge from above, out of nowhere, in a never ending loop.

If this is science, sign me up.

Jane grabs the GPS device and mumbles something about it giving off strange signals, then starts walking around with it. A hip-hop ringtone blares loudly from Jane's bag she left on the ground. The screen reads there's an incoming call.

“Jane!” Boy, she's quick. You've lost track of her, but continue to call out. “Jane! Oh, there you are.” You rush to find her in the middle of a hallway on an upper level of the building. “Your phone is ringing. Someone named Richard?” She thanks you, taking the phone and answering it, passing you the GPS to hold for a second. Jane walks away for some privacy so you try to play scientist and follow the beeping machine's readings down the rest of the freaky hallway. What's particularly creepy about it is the leaves rustling around in a wind that shouldn't be here...

What the-?

All of a sudden, something like a magnetic force pulls at you from your core, your feet sliding along the concrete floor all on their own. No amount of effort on your part can stop this. You're about to smash into the brick wall ahead, but instead, you go right through it.

You wave your arms around to keep balance after whatever force that was comes to an end. How did you not hit the wall? Why was there this eerie coldness in the air?

“Jane? Darcy?”

They're nowhere to be found. Just this giant rock pillar behind you. It seems to glow red in the middle of itself.

You creep up to it and peer inside to get a closer look – bits of strange particles float around and it sounds like they're making unearthly noises. When you reach your hand inside the crevice to touch them, the unknown particles attack you! Your hands tingle almost to the point of extreme pain, it's like they're crawling up inside your skin. And everything inside your body and your mind feels like it's being shrunken. When the sensation becomes too much, you faint.

It's dark again, but this time, you find yourself laying on the floor of the warehouse. Shit. Where did everyone go? Where did I go? Wondering if you were just tripping out, you scramble to your feet and run out of the building. Still parked in the same spot as earlier is Jane and Darcy's vehicle. They shove open the car doors and run in your direction.

“Intern!” Darcy yells. “Where the hell were you?”

“I'm not really sure.” You rub your head.

“But you were gone for five hours,” Jane says, worried.

“What?” You hear heavy raindrops splat on the pavement, and yet you don't get hit with any. A crash of thunder sounds from above. It's really pouring down now, but your personal space bubble remains dry as can be.

“Now that's weird.” Darcy points a finger around at you.

“How is that possible?” Jane wonders with a furrowed brow.

“Oh my...” you start. “It's him.”

“Him, who?” In your periphery, stands a tall blond man, red cape blowing in the gusting wind he is surely creating himself. You walk over to him, the rain still not touching you.

“(Y/N),” he says with a friendly smile.

“Thor! It's been... a long time. It's nice to see you again.”

“And you. Are you well?”

“I'm... well enough, I think. What brings you to London of all places?” Jane and Darcy, curiosity getting the better of them, walk over to your little reunion.

“Who's the hunky cosplayer?” Darcy says, eyeing up the God of Thunder.

“Ladies, this is Thor. He's... a friend from work.” You think that's probably a good enough explanation. Jane is quietly taking in this very large and handsome man, while Darcy speaks her mind.

“Dude, you're so ripped. What is it? Cross-fit?”

A loud siren and flashing lights quickly signal the arrival of the police. They drive up next to you and a man steps out of his squad car.

“You are all on private property, the lot of you.” He's quick in his movements as he grabs for you first. “You'll all have to come with me-”

A massive ball of blood red light erupts around you at his touch, sending everything and everyone (including yourself) flying back. Even the squad cars' windows get blown to smithereens. Thor rushes to help you up from the ground, calling your name. It feels like a migraine coming on. You look at your hands with fear.

“Thor...”

“Are you alright?” he checks.

“What the freaking hell was that?” you scream.

“Place your hands on your head, step back,” the policeman advances slowly, afraid yet trying to act in control of whatever is happening.

“This woman is unwell,” Thor tells him.

“She's dangerous.”

“So am I,” he shoots the policeman a scary glare. That didn't seem to go over well because the policeman calls for backup. Thor instructs you to hold onto him, as he puts an arm around you.

“Why?”

And just like that, like getting sucked into a vacuum, both you and Thor get blasted up through a swirl of comic colours leaving Jane and Darcy in the dust. What you see is unreal, and you know you've felt this sick feeling before, from forever ago. It doesn't last long though because Thor sets you down gently on solid ground again. Looking around now, you're in a room where you can see countless stars and their colourful trails from beyond. This place looks familiar. A man in a golden suit and horned helmet stands to face you, also familiar.

“Welcome back to Asgard.”

Part 22

A/N: I apologize to London Readers who read this chapter because, well, you'd already be home!

Tag List: @gerardwayisapotato , @theloneavenger1995, @magellan-88

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03.

JANICE

“There’s another date in the works already?” Rochelle asked after I recounted the last conversation between Dane and I. Following the bottle-tossing competition, I mentioned the possibility of another date and Dane wasted no time arranging one. The next afternoon, he texted me, telling me that he had something fun and light–as he said–planned for us and to be ready by eight o’clock.

“Yeah, he didn’t tell me what, though. That makes me a little nervous, but I’m just gonna’ go with the flow and anticipate a good time.” I murmured, watching as the manicurist coated my nail with another layer of the burgundy nail-polish.

Right after Dane informed me of this date, I called Rochelle and asked her to meet me at our favorite nail-salon. Not only did I need to make sure I looked my best, I needed to catch my best-friend up to speed, and hopefully, get some advice in the process because Lord knows that I was nervous about being alone with him.

“Wait, he didn’t tell you anything? It’s a little too soon for surprises now.”

“Well, I doubt it’s anything insane, but we agreed upon a meet-up spot so, I can feel comfortable. He probably thinks I’m so paranoid.” I chuckled while shaking my head. When Dane informed me of this surprise outing, I asked that we decide on a public location to meet at first. From there, I planned to follow him to wherever the date would commence. It may have seemed excessive to some, but while I did like him very much, I didn’t know him well enough to be giving out my address and riding in his car towards an unknown destination.

“I still think you watch too many of them investigation shows, but it’s better to be safe than sorry, I suppose.” she snickered, staring down at the bubbling water that massaged her feet.

“I mean, he didn’t mind. He seemed understanding and even recommended meeting somewhere familiar to me. We’re meeting at my job since wherever he’s taking me is close by.”

“That was very gentlemen-like of him,” she mumbled before taking a sip of her bottle of Fiji water, “just don’t be a prude, okay?”

“And, what do you mean by that?” I laughed with pure amusement before she joined in.

“I’m just saying, don’t be awkward. Don’t overthink shit ‘cause as soon as that mind of yours goes into overdrive, it’s like, no stopping it,” she snickered, “I really want you to enjoy yourself. No inhibitions.”

“No inhibitions. Well… some inhibitions,” I said, forcing her to sigh heavily, “Ro, I’m not tryin’a have sex with the guy. I’m looking to have good, clean fun tonight.”

“Fine, let me not be a bad influence,” she dragged as I only smirked and shook my head at her, “so, does your parents know about any of this?”

“Not that I know of,” I murmured, “if they do, one of my brothers told them. Clayton told Ed and Lance and they have been harassing me nonstop. Again, we’re just friends and that’s nothing worth mentioning to my parents. Besides, I can meet new friends any day.”

“Yeah, but not new friends that can help with giving them the grandchild that they so desperately want from you.” she snickered, forcing me to do likewise.

Though I was still pretty young, my parents always made it known to me and my brothers that they wanted more grandchildren. Aside from Lance’s three-year old daughter, Leilani, they had no other grandchildren to spoil and obsess over. Still, I never understood why they pressured us so much. Neither of them were that old; my mother was forty-seven and my father was fifty-two. I was certain that they would live long enough to see all of us become parents. Sometimes I believed that they just missed having kids around the house since theirs were all grown-up. Either way, I was still scouting for the right man and the right moment before I made the decision to become a mother.

“Well, I’m not thinking about all of that right now. I’m just trying to get back out there and have some fun in the process.” I explained, earning an impressed smile from Rochelle.

“Amen to that.”

– -

After that little pow-wow with Rochelle, I stopped by to see Angela so that she could straighten out my usually curly hair. In return, I helped her with some things related to her and Clayton’s upcoming wedding. Their wedding was about a month away and the excitement radiated off of them both. I adored seeing them so happy and in love; it was a feeling that I wouldn’t mind having at this point in my life.

“It’s beautiful, Angie,” I sang, staring at the picture on her phone of her wedding dress, “it’s modern, but very elegant. It’s you in a nutshell.”

“Aw, thanks. I’ve been indecisive as hell, but I feel really confident with this one. Speaking of which, we’re going to have a fitting on Sunday. I changed the bridesmaids dresses again. I think you’ll like the new ones better.” she said with an accomplished smile.

“I didn’t have a problem with the old ones,” I chuckled, balancing my chin on my palm, “it’s your wedding. I’ll wear anything. I’m just happy to be your bridesmaid.”

“I still want everyone to be comfortable and not doing things just because I want it, you know,” she asked and I nodded before silence ensued, “I really can’t believe I’m getting married.”

“I can’t believe it, either. Especially, considering it’s to my jackass of a brother. I would have never seen him settling down with someone. He used to be so against marriage.”

“The right person can change all that. He was messing with women who he couldn’t see that future with until I came along.” she smirked, forcing me to fake-scowl at her.

“Ew, be humble.” I joked, earning her giggles.

“I’m just saying,” she laughed, “so, is marriage on your to-do list anytime soon? We’ve never talked about that.”

“If it’s anything like my parents’ marriage, yeah. More than anything, though, I want to be a mom. Of course, I wouldn’t have a baby with some random guy, but I want kids more than anything. Parenthood is so rewarding. Marriage, to me, is just the added bonus. It would be nice, but I’m not stressing over it, you know?”

“Yeah, you’re still pretty young and you have to meet that right guy before you even fathom marriage and the sorts. Speaking of the right guy, what’s up with Dane?”

“Oh, our date is in a couple hours,” I said, breaking into a smile, “I’m excited, but it’s nothing serious. It may be a date, but I see it more as two friends hanging out. I’m not trying to look into it too much. I just want it to fall into place naturally.”

“Going with the flow, eh,” she asked through a chuckle before adjusting the papers in her wedding-planner, “I like him. I still don’t see why your brother doesn’t.”

“Because he’s an ass.” I said right before the jingling of the keys and the front-door unlocking indicated that Clayton had come home. Rolling my eyes, she laughed.

“Here enters the ass,” she whispered before turning to face him as he walked into the kitchen, “hey, honey.”

“Hey, babe,” he grumbled, tilting down to kiss her lips as she remained seated, “hey, sis.”

“Do not touch my hair like that, you jerk-off.” I fussed, swatting his large hand away from my head after he rustled my newly straightened hair. Angela snickere

“You two bicker too much.” she laughed as she stood up from the table and ventured towards the fridge. He took her seat that was stationed across from me before turning in Angela’s direction.

“Babe, can you–”

“I’m on it,” she interrupted, taking tupperware filled with food out of the fridge, “I figured you stopped by for lunch.”

“Well, I initially stopped by for something else, but Jan over here cockblocking.” he smirked at her, dancing his eyebrows up and down as I frowned.

“Ugh, not in front of me.” I whined, shaking my head.

“Yeah, not in front of Janice, babe. Her virgin ears are far too pure.” Angela giggled as she placed his plate in the microwave and walked back towards us.

“Oh, please,” he snickered as Angela sat down on his lap, “so, you been lookin’ at this weddin’ shit again?”

“Yeah, I want to make sure it’s the best day of my life.” she smiled cutely and I couldn’t help but do the same as he admired her side-profile. He loved her so much.

“It will be as long as I’m there.” he said cockily, forcing her to kiss her teeth and slap his chest as she stood up to check on his food.

“Such a romancer,” she said sarcastically while pulling her phone out of her pocket to presumably check a text-message, “fuck, Kayla needs me to come in.”

“For what?” he groused.

“She says there’s too many heads and Debbie called out. As much as I don’t want to, I can’t just not go.” she sighed, referring to her job at a hair salon.

“Right, work is work.” he sighed heavily. She smiled lovingly as she placed his plate down before him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be home in a few hours, babe. Janice, you try not to miss me too much, either, mkay?” she joked, tapping my cheek.

“Oh, I’m literally fighting back the tears right now. I’ll be counting the seconds,” I giggled sarcastically, “I might be following you out, though.”

“Oh, so you not gon’ kick it wit’ your brother?”

“Eddie and Lance aren’t here?” I said with a fake-duped expression. Kissing his teeth through a slight grin, he shook his head.

“You know I’m the better brother out of them so, quit it and sit down. I wanted to talk.” he admitted, biting into a piece of his baked chicken.

“There is nothing for us to talk about.” I said, growing slightly irritated with him.

Though I played it off well on the night of the bottle-tossing competition, the manner in which he treated Dane bothered me. He was just inexplicably cold towards him and for some reason, that annoyed me. I guess I realized how much I supported and vouched for his love-life that I wanted the same in return, but it didn’t seem that I was going to get that out of him.

“Nonsense. Aight, baby. Go head ‘fore you be late.” he sighed, patting her lower-back.

“Alrighty then, have a good brother-sister sesh, you two,” Angela snickered before pecking him on the cheek and then, lips, “I love you and I’ll see you later. Text me later, Janice.”

“Okay, see ya,” I smiled before redirecting my attention back to my brother as she sauntered towards the front-door, “I don’t even like you right now so, do not think we’re cool.”

“Yo, why the attitude?” he snickered, knowing damn well why I was upset with him.

“As if you don’t know. I know exactly what you wanted to talk about,” I remarked, “now that it’s just us, can you please tell me what your deal is with Dane?”

“I already told you what the deal is. I think the nigga is weird,” Clayton argued before tossing his hands up defensively, “okay, who knows, though? I could just be trippin’ and he turn out to be a good dude. For now, his vibe is sketchy to me and I have every right to my opinion, Janice.”

“That you absolutely do, but you will not let your opinion interfere with what I have going on with him.” I argued, pointing a lone finger at him.

“You barely know him.” he exclaimed with a furrowed brow, repeatedly jabbing his fork into his macaroni and cheese.

“Neither do you, but that hasn’t stopped you from being an ass, now has it,” I asked smartly while folding my arms, “look, be nice, or be quiet. That’s all I’m asking of you.”

“I was never mean to him and I barely spoke two words that night so, that li’l mantra is inapplicable to me.” he said, forcing me to kiss my teeth.

“So, everybody’s delusional, then? You didn’t give off any hint of distaste towards him? People are just seeing things now?” I questioned sarcastically with squinted eyes.

“I might have… came off strong, for lack of a better explanation. Look, I can admit it before anybody else that I get overbearin’ at times, but it’s never without reason.”

“So, what’s the reason for this behavior?”

“I’on like his vibe and I just wanted to see how he is under pressure,” he chuckled, making me eye him warningly, “hey, Pops gon’ put ‘em through the same shit when–I mean if–he makes to the Reid estate.”

“Well, that would be Daddy’s job, not yours.” I stressed with annoyance and in defense, all he could do was throw his hands up.

“Fine, I’ma back off. I just don’t wanna see you gettin’ hurt again. After that bullshit wit’ Ian, you wasn’t quite yourself. I’m tryin’a be the better judgement when you ain’t usin’ yours. ‘Cause you know how you do.” he said, forcing an inevitably slight smile out of me.

As stated, Clayton was a natural pain in the ass, but he usually meant well. However, I was an adult and I could make my own decisions. I wanted him to respect that.

“You don’t have to worry about me,” I grinned, still admiring that he was only being an older brother, “I’m a big girl and besides, I think I’ve been handling this pretty well so far. I’m not moving ahead of myself, I’m just feeling things out right now. We’re only friends.”

“Whatever you say, Jan. I’ma leave it alone. You’re grown and I would be an idiot to believe that I could say anything to change your aspect, not that I would want to. I just want you to make the right decisions, that’s all. My heart’s in the right place.” he said, ironically placing his hand against the right side of his chest before realizing that it was the wrong side and switching it. I stared blankly at his obnoxious smile.

“You’re so goofy and annoying, I don’t know how I deal with it.” I sighed, shaking my head as he only laughed.

“You know you love it.”

“Maybe so, but I gotta get going. Gotta get ready for my date.” I sang before clenching my tongue in-between my teeth. Chewing, he shook his head and returned his focus back to his plate of food.

“Mhm, Angela told me about that shit,” he rumbled as he reached for his bottled water, “just don’t do nothin’ I wouldn’t do.”

“Yeah, whatever. Bye, big-head.” I snickered, pushing his head aside before grabbing my belongings and heading for the front-door.

Only a couple more hours until my date with Dane.

DANE

“Wait, you’re going on a date?” Ted asked with pure disbelief in his voice. I kissed my teeth, regretting even telling him or Broderick anything about Janice. Ever since I revealed her existence, they had been badgering me about her and being that I was a man who prefered to keep things low-key, they were irritating the hell out of me with their snooping. But, what did I expect?

“Nah, nah, I think he said he has a meeting and he’s running late. Yeah, now that sounds more believable.” Broderick said, getting genuine, hearty laughter out of me as I shook my head.

“I’m more upset that you didn’t tell us about the first date with her.” Ted added, taking a swig from his water-bottle as he sat on the edge of the bench.

Before meeting with Janice later on, I decided to hit up the gym with Broderick and Ted. And, while it was supposed to be the usual work-out session, somehow, Janice became the topic of discussion.

“Because I didn’t consider that shit a date. It was… I don’t even know. It’ll never happen again, though.” I sighed, reflecting on the night of the competition.

“What happened?” Broderick snickered.

“I didn’t spend any time with her. I was basically on a date with her stupid-ass friends and pain-in-the-ass brother. Well, the friends were okay, I won’t lie about that. But, her brother? If I could kill ‘em, I would. I know his type and if we do pursue this, I don’t need the headache. I refuse to deal with it.”

Clayton was a nuisance to deal with that night, but I must say, considering my known temperament, I held it together pretty well. I just prayed for his sake that he learned to maintain his obnoxious behavior before he reared out a side of me that nobody wanted to see.

“Damn, you met her brother and he already gearing up to be a problem?” he asked and I nodded my head.

“Yeah, but like I said, if we get together, I’m not dealing with it. She would have to make a decision and that goes for everybody in her life. It’s me or them, especially if they don’t like us together. I’m sure that wouldn’t be an issue for her, though.”

I thought that the opinions of her loved ones would act as the driving force in her judgement and decisions, but given that she agreed to another date with me after I was sure that negative things were said about me, that proved to be false. If she desired something, she seemed like the kind to go for it, despite the critics. That’s what I needed. A woman that behaved on her own intuition was a turn-on. The last thing that I wanted was a feeble-minded woman who had to huddle with her bitches every time she was hit with confrontation.

“And, that’s exactly how it should be,” Ted agreed, pointing at me, “that’s how a lotta relationship go sour. Nothing, but speculation and hearsay.”

“I mean, not in your case. You did cheat on your wife with a stripper and she found out ‘cause she saw you. No speculation and hearsay on that one, my guy.” Broderick added, making me snicker. This man was constantly getting on Ted about his dysfunctional and fucked-up marriage.

“Well, I wasn’t referring to my relationship. Cleary. I mean, you see where Amanda is now. She’s still with me and still fucking me like it never happened.”

“Talk about loyalty and forgiveness.” I chuckled, wiping the sweat from my brow before grabbing the Gatorade bottle from my workout bag.

“No,” Broderick opposed, “talk about money and more money. If you didn’t have that shit, she would’ve been on the next thing smoking.”

“I’m not denying that at all. If anything, she’s just as shallow as me. That’s why we work.”

“So, it’s not about the kids? Shit, I was waiting for the clichè about holding it together for the kids and it never came.” I laughed, making them join in, too.

“No, I honestly could care less about them. Ever since we had them, her appeal went straight into the dirt. Don’t get me wrong, I love them and I do just about anything for them, but I don’t let them dictate what me and their mother has going on. If I want to leave, I’m leaving. Damn holding it together for the kids.” he said, forcing Broderick and I to glance at one another with suppressed laughter. That was Ted for you.

“You ain’t shit and that’s all I can say about that,” Broderick said before turning towards me, “now, back to this date situation. Are you serious about that?”

“Please, tell me why it’s so odd for me to go on a date?”

“Because you never entertain women, Well, at least not enough to be taking them out. Ever since Cherri, you’ve been married to your work.” Ted grumbled, forcing me to clench my jaw at the mention of my ex-wife’s name.

“Given that situation, don’t you think it’s fair that I waited to get back out there? It’s not like our demise was the easiest, Ted.” I rumbled, watching Ted raise his hands defensively when he noticed that he had touched a nerve by mentioning her name.

“I’m sorry to bring it up. You’re absolutely right. Either way, we’re happy to see you slowly, but surely getting back on the scene. Aren’t we, Broderick?”

“Definitely. So, where ya’ll heading tonight?”

“I decided on indoor-karting and dinner, if she wanted to. She kind of made it clear that the dinner and a movie thing was played out. So, I thought that would be different and fun.” I explained as I picked up the metal dumbbell and began pumping.

“Since you a li’l rusty, allow us to give you some tips.” Broderick smirked, making me raise an eyebrow.

“Okay, two things. One, I’m far from rusty. Just ‘cause you don’t see me around women don’t mean I don’t know how to handle them. Two, I would never take tips from either one of you perverts.” I snickered while staring down at the veins that protruded through my layer of inner-arm skin when I lifted the weight.

“I’m offended,” Ted said sarcastically while placing a hand to his chest, “well, whether you take our advice or not, don’t screw it up. This one sounds like a winner.”

“Ted, you don’t know anything about her.” I said as I watched him step onto the belt of the treadmill.

“Well, I do know that she got your attention. And, knowing you, that sounds like trophy material to me.” he shrugged before turning up the speed and jogging. To that, I hummed shortly.

I really hoped that she was trophy material.

– -

Because Janice was apprehensive about me picking her up, I decided that we could meet up somewhere first–her job–and then, she could follow me from there. I didn’t want to spoil where we were heading for our date, so that explained the middle-point. While I felt that there was too much unnecessary time and driving wasted, I wanted her to feel comfortable with me. She would learn to trust me with time.

Stepping out of my car, I shut the door behind me and sauntered up the entrance of her workplace since she had told me that she would be waiting inside until I arrived. Taking the route to the bar area, I spotted her standing there, laughing along with the red-haired bartender from the last time I was there. Deciding not to make my presence known just yet, I watched her.

She looked so good and what enticed me more was the fact that she did all that for me. I told her that for our date, she should wear something casual. I just couldn’t fathom how she made casual look this damn good. She was donned in a snug, white v-neck, light denim jeans with tears on the thighs that accentuated her curves, and a pair of peach-tinted NMD_R2 Adidas. Instead of the loose curls that I had grown accustomed to, she had a simple and straight, blown-out hairstyle that boasted healthy and natural length. She was fine.

“Hey.” I fixed my lips to say when I finally approached her and grabbed her attention.

“Hey, you,” she smirked, accepting my invitation for a hug, “I hope you didn’t mind me coming in for a drink. It helps takes the edge off.”

“Take the edge off,” I asked with a raised eyebrow, “so, I take it you’re nervous?”

Circling the rim of her glass with her pointer-finger, she nodded shyly. This gesture made me smile; she was so adorable, yet so sexy at the same time.

“Just a little. I mean, we’re alone this time. But, don’t worry, I won’t be awkward. I promise,” she chuckled, placing her hand to her chest before eyeing me up and down, “I have to say, you look pretty good.”

“Oh, yeah,” I asked playfully while observing my fit, which consisted of a simple white t-shirt, black jeans, and a pair of white, high-top Nikes. Scouring my eyes around her curvy frame, I licked my lips, “not as good as you do, though. I was in pure awe for like, a minute before I came over here. You look really good.”

Blushing, she modestly averted her eyes away from me and fanned her hand.

“Oh, stop. Thank you, though.”

“Are you ready to go?” I asked, anxious for our night to begin. Nodding, she took one last sip of her drink and placed it back down.

“Yeah,” she murmured before stepping down from the barstool, “lead the way.”

Briefly grinning at her, I did as instructed and led us outside and to our respective vehicles before heading towards the first destination of our date.

– -

“I hope you know you’re losing, right?” she smirked as I opened the glass-door and waved for her to go inside first. Chuckling at her braggadocious behavior, I shook my head. As soon as we made it to the venue, she lit up with excitement and in that, revealed her competitive streak.

“You sure about that?” I grinned, watching as she spun around in her stride to face me.

“I’m pretty confident.” she shrugged, throwing me a wink before turning back around. I didn’t know if it was the drink that she had before we arrived or what, but she was more relaxed than I predicted.

“We gon’ see about that,” I grumbled, hearing her giggle as we arrived to the counter. Since I reserved the venue for us for about an hour, there was no need to check-in and whatnot. I instructed for them to have everything ready for us, “Dane Neverson.”

“Oh, yes. We’ve been expecting you. I’m Nancy. Follow me to the track so, we can get you two ready.” the woman smiled as she stepped from behind the counter and gained the lead.

“Dane Neverson,” Janice giggled mockingly, peering up at me, “they must know you well around these parts. Maybe I should be intimidated.”

Poking out my bottom-lip, I shook my head.

“Nah, they don’t know me well. I mean, they know me well enough. I reserved the place. I meant it when I said that I wanted it to be just us tonight.” I grumbled, watching a shocked expression consume her face.

“Wait, you reserved the whole place?”

“Yeah, it was nothing.” I smiled, shrugging cockily as I placed my left hand on her lower-back, and used my right hand to hold open the door and usher her inside.

“You don’t mind spending money.” she proposed as a statement more than a question. Again, I shrugged.

“I wouldn’t say that. I live well within my means. My means are just not that of the everyday person.”

“So, all that money you spent at the competition and the renting of this place didn’t set you back at all?” she asked, staring up at me.

“Nope. But, don’t worry about money right now. Not unless you tryin’a put your money where your mouth is.” I smirked, suavely changing the conversation back to our date. It wasn’t bothering me that she was curious about my spending; she would learn with time that money was no object to me. I didn’t stress over it and I didn’t mind spending it on whatever or whoever I wanted. After all, I earned it.

“I mean, if you want to be broke.” she shrugged, still showcasing that competitive nature of hers. Chuckling, I shook my head. This fierce, combative side of her was another huge turn-on to me. I loved that confidence.

Nancy left us alone for awhile as she went in search of another one of her associates. About five minutes later, a man by the name of Jonathan arrived with the safety equipment needed for the race, which was simply two helmets. Then, leaving us alone again, he went to help Nancy tend to getting the karts.

“Aight, let’s make this interesting.” I smirked, watching as she folded her arms across her chest and smiled knowingly. As cutthroat as she was, I knew a bet would only entice her.

“Oh, how did I ever know a bet was coming? What is it?”

“I’ll keep it PG,” I assured her, “if I win, you pay for my dinner. And, if you win, I pay for yours. Deal?”

“That sounds about fair. But, you should know I have an appetite so, I hope your pockets are deep.” she teased.

“I can eat, too.” I grinned, that being a double-entendre that she happened to catch onto, judging by her shocked, yet entertained expression.

“Really,” she giggled, “well, that’s good to know.”

“Okay, now that everything’s into place, are you guys ready to get into your karts?” Jonathan asked, clasping his hands together with enthusiasm as he approached us again. Chuckling, I nodded my head.

“Yup,” Janice quipped before pointing ahead of him, “I want the green one.”

“Guess that leaves me with the red one.” I smiled as we followed Jonathan’s lead to where the karts were fixedly parked alongside the edge of the track. We both placed our racing-helmets on as he explained all of the safety procedures and regulations. When he finished, we were both more than anxious for this race to start.

“See you on the other side.” she smirked, sliding down the black shield to her racing-helmet. Throwing her the peace-sign, I jumped inside of my kart as she did likewise. Now, let’s see if she was as good as she boasted.

– -

“Say it! Say Janice is the champ!” she giggled, eagerly hitting my arm as I laughed. Okay, so I underestimated this woman a little too much. We were tied lap for lap at one point, and then, she kicked into high-gear on that last lap and took the race.

“Aight, Janice is the champ. Guess I’m footing the bill tonight.” I snickered, staring down at her short stature. Seeing her this happy had an inexplicable and sudden impression on me. Her eyes were beaming, her dimples were sunken, and her smile was radiant. Janice didn’t know what she was doing and somehow, even in that oblivion, the effect that she had on me was lethal.

It’s too soon for these feelings, Dane.

“Yeah, you are,” she beamed, wreathing in her little victory, “where are we going for dinner?”

“Wherever you want, Janice.” I murmured, those words coming out slow, almost as if she had hypnotized me into speaking them. Again, oblivious to her power and to the emotions that were overtaking me, she giggled and pulled me along towards the exit of the venue.

These feelings were all too familiar and as much as I wanted to embrace them, they scared me.

JANICE

After that fun, eventful indoor-karting date, we hopped inside of our respective cars and raced to Pappadeaux for dinner, where we would be closing out our date. And, after all the adrenaline burned, I was happy to just sit down and share some real conversation with Dane.

“I’m ordering this whole menu.” I boasted, relishing in my victory. Dane, not fazed at all at my bragging, simply chuckled and shrugged his shoulders.

“I’m a man of my word. Anything you want, it’s on me.” he smiled, his eyes scanning through the lengthy menu as he spoke. Never allowing my grin to falter, I nodded and continued browsing until I came across something that stood out to me.

“Okay, this looks good,” I said, pointing at the photo of the Moroccan salmon and shrimp, “I’m getting this.”

“That’s all? Nah, there’s gotta be something else you want. What happened to ordering the whole menu?” he asked, glancing up from his own bill of fare.

“I’m not tryin’a scare you away with my appetite.” I giggled. Though I was on the slim side, I could put food away like a man. I suppose that was all due in part to being raised in a restaurant where food was within my reach at all times.

“Trust me, I don’t mind. I find that attractive actually.”

“Oh, yeah,” I asked before he nodded, “I guess I should find something else that grabs my attention, then.”

“Go right ahead.” he snickered, dampening his lips. For a few minutes, we scoured the menu before deciding to order a variety of appetizers to share, along with our own entrées. After informing the waiter of our desired food and drinks, undivided conversation about random topics ensued for about twenty-five to thirty minutes before our food was brought to us.

“This is amazing, Dane. No, it really is,” I expressed about my fried alligator, watching as he chuckled at me, “I thought I wouldn’t like it, but now, I really want to learn how to make this. You should try it.”

“No, no, no,” he snickered, “I can’t stomach no gator.”

“But, it’s so good. It tastes like chicken.”

“That’s what they say about everything they dip in oil.”

“You’re missing out,” I sang, reaching for the plate of oysters next, “these look good, too.”

While I was having a fat-girl moment, Dane was just staring at me, mesmerized almost. Remembering that I was in fact on a date, I retracted my urge to devour everything in sight and tried to keep it cute. I could never contain myself when I was around food, though, especially foods that I never had before.

“How’d you come to love food so much,” he inquired, chuckling when he realized how rhetorical his question seemed, “I mean, everybody loves food, but you love food, enough to pursue a career in it.”

“I grew up in a restaurant,” I simpered, elaborating once he showed interest with his eyes, “my father’s a chef and he went on to own his own restaurant. He opened up Peanuts after Eddie, my oldest brother, was born. I started working there when I was seven. Yeah, he broke all child-labor laws, but that’s because he didn’t want to hire actual employees. He was and still is very cheap.”

We shared laughter over my words before he furthered the conversation with another question.

“Why is it called Peanuts, though?”

“Let me just say, my father sucks when it comes to being romantic and sentimental. Bless his heart, but it just isn’t his thing, though, he tries,” I chuckled, “so, on his first date with my mom, they went to this Chinese restaurant. Basically, there was peanut-oil in the dipping-sauce that came with my father’s food. He offered some to my mom and unaware, she tried it. She happens to be severely allergic to peanuts so, she gets to swelling and then, eventually goes into anaphylactic-shock. He took her to the hospital and they spent the rest of their first date there. He stayed by her bedside the whole time and that’s how she knew he was the one for her and vice versa. Yup, that’s their love-story.”

“So, he named the restaurant after the food that caused her allergic reaction,” he chuckled as I giggled and shrugged, “that’s too funny. Traumatic, but weirdly romantic at the same time.”

“I know. My father’s a fool for that one.” I snickered as the waiter returned with our drinks. Though the talk had been brief, it made me miss my father. Being that he and my mother lived three hours away, I didn’t get to see them as often as I liked. We only really paved time for special occasions, though, I would randomly pop-up throughout the year whenever I was homesick enough.

“I would love to meet him one day,” Dane revealed, surprising me a little, “is the restaurant still open?”

“Yeah, it’s a little rinky-dink place in Toledo. You know, one of those old spots where it’s okay that you’re known as a regular? It’s very family-friendly and old-fashioned.” I said before taking a sip from my Purple Voodoo beverage.

“I gotta visit sometime, then.” he grinned, earning likewise from me. This was the second, consistent, and not-so-subtle hint that Dane had tossed out about wanting to meet my father. I didn’t bring just any man home to meet the folks, but Dane was gearing up to be something special. I hadn’t dated many men, but none of them had ever been so forward about meeting my father, especially on the second date. I was impressed.

“I’ll have to take you someday, then, won’t I?”

“That you would,” he smiled before placing his drink down on the table, “and, in return, I would take you to New York to meet my mother.”

“You know, I’ve never been to New York.”

“No?” he asked with an astonished expression, as if he just couldn’t believe it. I giggled.

“Nope, Ohio is all I know. The closest I’ve been was to Philly, but that’s it. Going to New York is on my bucket-list, though.”

“That shouldn’t even be on a bucket-list. Now, shit like skydiving, parasailing, going to France? That’s bucket-list material. Visiting New York is like, a must in life. I’m taking you.” he insisted before I chuckled.

“Okay.” I smiled jokingly, not taking him serious in the least bit. Just from the direction of this conversation, I could tell that he jumped the gun and planned outside of his means and ability. I preferred more calculated men, who spoke on things when they were certain, but his spontaneity was adorable to say the least.

“I’m serious. I’m taking you to New York.” he stated, not an ounce of fabrication in his eyes. Something inside of me kind of believed him, but I disregarded it. I could just tell that he was the type who knew how to make a lie sound so good.

“I’ll be waiting for the day.” I smiled, watching as he did likewise and nodded his head.

“It’ll be sooner than you think,” he insisted, clasping his hands together, “I haven’t been there in about… four, five years now and I’ve been itching to go back. You just gave me an excuse.”

“You know, for someone who boasts about how iconic New York is, you sure haven’t been making your visits frequent.” I joked as he snickered and tilted his head to the side.

“To be honest, I don’t have that many good associations with New York anymore. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s a great place and I love the attractions, but… I have bad memories that kind of… hold me back from visiting so often. Aside from seeing my mother, who prefers to visit me just because she understands my situation, I never have a reason to go.” he admitted, his tone drifting off. I frowned; his words piqued my interest, but I didn’t want to intrude too much on the off-chance that he wanted to keep things stored away. Still, I asked.

“Why do you have bad memories of New York? And, you don’t have to share if you don’t want to. I’m just curious.” I added as he ate a bite of his grilled tilapia.

“No, it’s fine. Uh, my marriage ended badly there. I met her in New York and we ended in New York. Being there after our situation reminded me too much of her, you know? I needed to escape that. It wasn’t healthy for me.” he mumbled, his speech monotone and slow, while his eyes pooled with emptiness. Not only did the manner in which he spoke send me chills, but I was shocked by his confession.

“You were married?” I asked surprisingly. I didn’t mind that at all; everyone had a past and I had no room to judge him for it. I just hadn’t imagined him being married before.

“Yeah, for two and a half years.” he muttered, using the nearby napkin to wipe around his mouth.

“Sorry to meddle and if you don’t feel comfortable answering, it’s fine. But… why did you two divorce?”

“Well, we didn’t. Unfortunately, she got into a car-accident. Yeah, uh, the brakes jammed, she spun off the road, and the car landed upside-down in a ditch.”

“Oh, my goodness. I’m so sorry for asking and making you relive that.” I apologized with the utmost sincerity as I reached across the table to touch the back of his hand. He threw me a somber, yet reassuring smile.

“No, it’s fine. I’m sort of desensitized to the whole thing. I mean, it hurts–it always will–but it’s been four, five years so…”

“I get it, time healed the wound,” I finished for him as he began to trail off, “so, is that why you left New York for Ohio?”

“You can say that. I needed change.”

“Has Ohio done the trick?” I asked, attempting to drift away from the topic of his deceased ex-wife. He seemed to be getting a little uncomfortable.

“Yeah, I love it here,” he expressed with a genuine smile, “I found a great job, I have a great house… I met a great woman.”

Bowing my head, I bashfully smiled at his flirtatious advances. Once I glanced back up, he was already staring at me, his eyes filled with adoration and awe.

“Hm, what’s her name?” I entertained, clearing my throat as I reached for my lemon-infused water.

“Janice Reid,” he stated before breaking into that signature, award-winning smile of his, “this is actually my first time really dating since Cherri died. It’s going a lot better than I thought.”

“I can say the same. Well, I wasn’t married before, but I was in a long-term relationship that didn’t necessarily end right. This is the first time I’m actually trying to get back out there.” I explained, using the clear straw to slosh around the ice in my chilled beverage.

“How’d it end? If you don’t mind.”

“To make the long story short, he chased his dreams of moving to New York, but I had other commitments out here that I wasn’t about to drop for him. I loved him so much, but I was no dummy. We tried to make it work with the distance and let’s just say that idea looked a lot better before we actually went through with it. We broke up soon after he left. I wanted to rekindle it because I really, really loved him. I thought he was the one, you know? But almost a month later, he had already met someone else. It felt like… such a missed opportunity and the what-ifs haunted me for a long time.”

“That’s unfortunate,” he sympathized before taking a brief pause, “but, you know, everything in life happens for a reason. A door closes so that another one can open up. None of this would be happening without the events of our past. That’s how I like to see it.”

“That’s a really good mindset. Very optimistic.”

“You have to be,” he grumbled, balancing his elbows on the table and intertwining his own digits into a single fist, “the negative is inevitable to come and even more inevitable to ignore, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be positive about shit. You gotta learn to see the light in the dark. I mean, how else you gon’ see a way out?”

“So philosophical,” I smirked, making him laugh, “no, but I thoroughly agree with that. Gotta look at the glass half-full, not half-empty.”

“Exactly,” he commented while glancing down at his nearly finished dinner and back at me, “are you done?”

“Yeah, I couldn’t eat another bite if I wanted to.”

“Are you sure? You don’t want dessert? C’mon, you won a bet. With how you was talking, I was expecting to at least spend two-hundred.” he snickered, amusing me a bit. It was vividly clear to me then that Dane didn’t mind splurging. Still, I had no plans to pounce on that and come off as some golddigger.

“Well, I decided to spare you. You already suffered enough from that L you took at the track.” I giggled as humor consumed his face.

“Such a trash-talker,” he laughed as I retrieved my wallet from my coordinating purse, “Janice, what’re you doing?”

“I know I won the bet and I had a really great time rubbing that in your face, believe you me, but I don’t feel right making you pay for everything. Let’s just go dutch.” I offered as he grinned and smoothly licked his plump lips.

“While I admire your sportsmanship, I gotta stay true to my word.” he simpered, placing down his platinum American Express card. I sighed, not feeling all that comfortable making him pay for the whole thing. However, I knew that he wouldn’t budge on the matter.

“Fine, but I pay for the next date. No exceptions.” I said, watching one of his bushy eyebrows rise and the corner of his lips tug into a smirk.

“Oh, so there’s a next date, huh?” he smiled charmingly, making it evident that my confession of wanting to spend more time with him had stroked his appearingly large ego.

“Yeah, why not? You’re fun to be around.” I blushed, feeling small beneath his spellbinding gaze. Continuing his silent stare, he finally released a low chuckle.

“So are you.”

– -

“So, I had a really good time with you tonight.” I confessed as he ushered me back towards my car that was parked a few cars down from his in the parking-lot of the restaurant.

“As did I,” he grinned as I hit the button on my key-pad to unlock the doors, “next time, though, you gotta let me pick you up.”

“Why?” I chuckled, leaning against my car-door.

“I don’t know, it just didn’t feel like a date-date, you know? Felt more like a just-friends date and it has to be obvious by now that I’m interested in more than that.” he spoke with confidence as I stood there speechless.

Again, no other man had ever been this forward with me. It was driving me mad, but I was loving the idea of him wanting me and not hiding it.

“W-well, it was a just-friends date,” I stammered, maneuvering around his advances, “I needed to feel you out first before I jumped head-first into this.”

“So… how I feel?” he husked, wedging his bottom-lip in-between his teeth. He stalked a little closer, his left hand stretching past me to grip the edge of my car, somewhat cornering me in. It felt like literal butterflies were roaming around my stomach at this point. Dane knew what he was doing and that was lethal because that meant that he knew his affect on me.

“You got the go-ahead for another date, didn’t you?” I asked smartly, while trying to hide my underlying anxiety. In response, he chuckled and nodded his head.

“Touché, baby,” he snickered, stepping away from me and motioning to open my car door for me, “I’ll let you get on the road, then. Text me when you get in so, I know you got home safe.”

“Of course,” I nodded obediently as I slipped inside my car, appreciating his consideration and care, “okay, see you around, Dane.”

“I’ll be seeing you.” he smiled before I closed the door and he stepped aside. After buckling my seatbelt and starting the engine, I reversed out of the parking-space. From the rearview-mirror, I watched as he turned around and began walking towards where he parked. Not being able to contain my excitement, I smiled to myself while focusing on the road ahead.

I could no longer fight nor deny the attraction; I wanted to be more than friends with Dane Neverson.

#me4u

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FALL 2018 ANIME - SATURDAY

SSSS.Gridman - Starting off the last day’s roster with an extremely strong showing. The word I’d use for this one is: BOMBASTIC!

The main character guy wakes up with no memories about himself or anyone else. He spends some time with classmates who know him, and he also has hallucinations of a robot-lookin’ dude talking to him from a computer. Then a Kaiju shows up in the city, protag enters the computer, becomes the robot-dude, and beats the Kaiju. It was a little confusing, but a lotta cool.

I was slightly averse when I read about it, because it sounded like a robot show, but in truth it’s honestly more like a Tokusatsu show, just... anime. The animation is exquisitely detailed though, with every scene feeling full of life. Something about the vibe reminded me simultaneously of Digimon and FLCL. I didn’t become particularly interested in any of the characters in just this one episode, although Rikka and her mom are very cute.

I honestly can’t tell if I should watch this one. On one hand, I do sort of enjoy Toku, but on the other hand, Toku is usually live-action. Well, regardless of what I decide, it will probably take a few more episodes, so this one’s a Maybe.

Edit: I have done a little research and Gridman is, in fact, an old Toku franchise. That explains a lot. Wonder if the anime is going to do anything radically different with the premise, though...

Goblin Slayer - This one is pretty cool. I wasn’t crazy about how hard it tried to set up a fairly obvious twist, but it only endures for about 8 minutes before dropping you into the thick of it.

Priestess girl joins an adventuring party, they eat shit to a den of goblins (because they really suck), badass Goblin Slayer shows up to wipe ‘em all out. That’s actually all there was to this episode... Doesn’t sound like that much when I write it down. Weird.

I think this is the most violent show of the season by a pretty sizeable margin, but it puts it to pretty good use and isn’t needlessly gratuitous. Goblins are always portrayed as savage and evil, so it helps to drive the point home. I enjoy that, rather than simply make him totally overpowered, they instead establish the Goblin Slayer as savvy; if he were a D&D character, he’d be a Ranger with Favored Enemy: Goblin.

I really cannot begin to guess what will develop in this one, but it’s not bad at all. Well animated, with great sound design. I do hope the world becomes a bit more interesting than the “roll your eyes with us at our super-obviously-generic-fantasy” opening sequence. Maybe.

Radiant - Ehhhh... “Every shounen ever.”

I only got through about 8 minutes, meaning this more or less tied with RErideD for shortest watch before stopping. The protagonist’s voice did not match his appearance at all. It was so weird.

I really can’t think of anything to say. I’m trying not to be biased, but I also just... super don’t care. No.

Release the Spyce - Ending things with a pretty strange one. It’s okay.

There’s a secret agency called Tsukikage that inexplicably employs high school girls to fight against evil crime organizations. They also ingest some substance called Spyce that “increases chemical activity in the brain and elevates physical ability.” Basically, high school girl spy ninjas.

I’m not wild about it, for some reason. It’s got a big cast, but the characters don’t seem interesting at first blush. The animation’s pretty clean, but not very stylish. The music was decent - I can say that much, because it stood out to me.

I think it would need a little something extra to get me coming back. More comedy? Wackier art? I’m not sure, but as it’s lacking a hook, I give it a No.

CONCLUSION - I’m amazed I finished so quickly, but to be honest, I got sort of hooked once I got started. This was a lot of fun!

I’m not technically done either, as there’s about 8 more shows yet to air. I’ll likely wait for those to all release, then write up a Stragglers day.

I’ve got 12 shows on the list at the moment, though... Yowza. That might be too much for me, which means I’ll need to reevaluate at least each of the Maybes after a second episode.

#Fall 2018 Anime Binge #Jeffu watches Goblin Slayer yo #Jeffu watches SSSS Gridman yo

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tumblunni · 7 years

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LETS THINK ABOUT BREAKFAST RPG Protagonist: a cute lil girl of some sort. Maybe named Cherry or Gateau or something adorable. Maybe a cherry shaped hat? Maybe shes like a chef magical girl. Or maybe just use default assets from rpgmaker cos the point is to get the game done and not over think it. And then like a tutorial character/rival who's like THE BRUNCH DEMON or something! Some really inexplicable reaper-lookin monster who has a goofy cute personality and is protag's friend/enemy/Robbie rotten. She runs a rival restaurant, comes in like plankton to steal le secret formula but also inexplicably constantly pops up in the tutorials, having a tea party with protag on the loading screen, etc. Self-sabotaging helping the poor kid out because deep at heart she's a nice ol monster! And then the third character is just The Office Guy. Some completely ordinary working Joe who has a breakfast magical girl pop into his life for no rational reason. *toast keeps appearing* *screams* First level is just you making him breakfast (and him freaking out), then you progress through stuff like impressing his boss with a birthday cake or whatever, to improve the poor sod's life. (While he continues screaming at all this magically appearing food, probably starts seeing a psychiatrist) And then eventually he just accepts it and you open a restaurant together. ...and then he has to compete against this giant monster brunch chef, and starts screaming all over again. STATS AND ELEMENTS! Maybe just keep stats exactly the same but give them funny renames? Or rename em to what they symbolise within this particular game. So like... Maybe speed = overall cooking skill? Cos it means you can attack faster and use more actions before the end of the time limit, its basically the most important skill for making complex foods. And I dunno, attack and magic attack could be... Cut and whisk? Savoury and sweet? Food and drink? If you had to divide all breakfast items into only two categories, how would you do it? I'm not sure what to do about the two kinds of defense. I mean.. I know what I want them to be but its hard to summarise it in one word. Could just be like defense against food based injuries (burning, etc) and defense against food-spoiling moments (getting eggshell in the bowl, overcooking, etc). Like one is actual defense and one lowers the odds of random events that harm you. So you get less penalties for failing. Oh, or maybe just have it as savoury defense and sweet defense and then luck affects your failure penalties/success bonuses? But I wanted to rename luck as ~love~ and say its the most important ingredient! XD "Elements" would be where the cooking styles come into play! Enemies would have a lot of tags, like tomato is savoury, fruit AND vegetable, and classed as an entree rather than a main dish component. Can only be used as ingredients, toppings and side orders. And most food would have a flavour but I dunno really what to define tomato as? Or potato. So there should be a sort of neutral flavour element that's just as important as the others. Like.. Calm flavour. Balance flavour. Foundation flavour. That's what potatoes and breads and carbs are, they lower down other flavours and act as a base to absorb those flavours, yknow?? They're important! But tomatoes aren't the same even though its hard to categorise them into a flavour. Maybe flavours can combine to make flavours? Tomato could be like... Salty + sweet? Maybe everything has a particular amount of each flavour that they contribute to the dish. So tomato would give +2 salt and +1 sweet. And +1 moist or something. And then your attacks are divided into multiple elements separate from the food elements. Your elements are all cooking techniques, like boil, chop, etc. And levelling up elements unlocks more skills for each one, like triangle cut or finely chopped or minced, or a passive skill that let's you cut tougher stuff like steak! And maybe it'd be clear cut weaknesses like sweet items are weak to mixing, or maybe its just individualized for each ingredient enemy and acts like the real ingredient in real life. I mean it'd be weird if tomatos were weak against going in a fruit pie or whatever... And then like... Combatttt!! I could just go with really basic default battle system but I wanna do elemental madness! And I wanna make it so you have a limited amount of turns, cos that means certain skills wouldn't be viable early on if they take too long, ensuring a good learning curve without having to limit the options too much. Like maybe complex chopping deals less damage but gives better results, so you have to fight harder to achieve that sandwich! Whereas you can just smash the tomato for a one hit kill and have a terrible sandwich. Triple weak to kneading, but logic dictates you ain't wanna do that :P (...maybe get an achievement called Undyne for seeing all the critical fail cut scenes? XD) And I dunno, maybe if you can't defeat the enemy before the time limit you just get an undercooked food that loses some points. And maybe if the enemy defeats you its like "somehow you slipped on a tomato and broke your back" Office dude better appreciate what we do for him! This kitchen is a deathtrap! And maybe early on you just have to complete the recipes the computer gives you, only being able to get bonuses/penalties depending on time taken and etc. Then you can start deciding how you wanna behave during battle- like triangle cut sandwiches or swapping the salad dressing! Then you can actually start selecting from multiple recipes, and multiple ingredients. It just says 'sandwich' and a vague description of what the person likes ('spicy' and 'traditional' and 'vegetarian') and its your job to figure out what to pick to satisfy that. Like maybe they don't want a hoagie or a toastie, and maybe they'd prefer brown bread? And definately can't rely on the easy +5 spicy sausage, we have to battle the far stronger peppers this time! And all the time we'll be seeing new recipes with longer steps and stronger ingredients!! And maybe move on to satisfying multiple customers at once? Have to make a food that contains all their fave things without getting so complicated that it defeats you. Or have no information about what they like and you have to just make multiple dishes that try and cover the full spread of logical possibilities so everyone is happy. At least one vegetarian option, and take care to make sure there's no nuts or gluten on ANYTHING cos we dunno which one the allergic coworker will eat! And then you can move on to outright alchemizing your own recipes by combining different ingredients in a practise mode. You don't get any penalty if you're wrong, and you can help out later missions by unlocking more recipe options, but you still have to pay for ingredients in order to practise. And I'm gonna make sure it is actually possible to win with just the default story unlock recipes, even if it might not be as easy or be able to get five star results. Oh, and probably a mission replay practise mode and/or sidequests, where you can make more money and grind for experience! Maybe even be able to get relationship points with different characters? Like, every day there's a repeatable side quest to keep making breakfast for office guy, like you did in the first level. And it gets more complex as you go on, so you could be making the world's best sandwich by the end! I think maybe also have some kind of morals meter for the [plot thing] that decides what ending you get. Like its not actually good and evil, but its a positive ending and a negative one. Like the best ending requires friendship with both office guy and rival demon, and higher [certain stat]. But you could also get like... Low stat rival demon ending has you selling out to her and the restaurant becomes awful and office guy lives in a cardboard box but at least you're rich. And positive ending might be that you still ditch office guy and fly off together, but you decide to travel the world finding other people in need of cheering up via magic breakfast and bring much happiness to the world~ Its lonely cos you always have to say goodbye to your human friends but at least you have demon rival buddy along for the ride in your immortal brekkie quest~! So yeah! A lot of ideas! I most definitely won't get them all done during the timeframe but I could at least hopefully make a playable demo. So like... Try and get as far as possible using default rpgmaker assets and basic framework, then release it as a teaser for people to see. If it does well then I have a whole bunch of ideas already on how to expand it into a full game, and I could draw fully original art assets and cutscenes to enhance the fun~! I just need to try and decide what the time limit is gonna be and when I'm gonna do it. And raise a lil hype from my friends cos seriously seeing comments and crits on my work is what motivates me beyond all else! Oh, actually, maybe I could do like... Multiple challenges?? "Hey bunni see how much you can make in one weekend" Then release that demo, and see people's comments and crits. Then if people are interested I could try working on it for a week next time and see how much I can improve it! And so on! That'd be good, with feedback and breaks in-between and stuff. And if one idea fails then I can just go back to the three day challenge with a different idea next time ^-^ Making a game out of making a game is a good way to get used to becoming more confident~! Maybe when it gets going then people could even add bonus challenges or something? I'd keep a tally of how many of these challenges I've done, and pretend its 'points', so I have a clear perspective on how productive I'm being. And then bonus points for how much positive response I got from the project, or how many downloads, or something. And then people can start throwing in requests like genre or how many words of dialogue or 'hey, include a shape shifting skill' or 'it has to be only black and white'. That'd help inspire me on what to do AND be challenging fun! And bonus productivity points for learning a new thing!! THIS IS A GOOD CONCEPT YES I could make like a points counter page or sideblog or something. Maybe have a lil doodle of me as a cliche RPG fighter character and when I hit point milestones I level up and draw a new outfit! And switch to magician or whatever when I run out of ideas. Need to find fun ways to motivate myself!!! I have dumb anxiety compulsions to count the tiles on the floor like that'll somehow make my luck better, counting nonexistent points is a nice way to make it less dumb. And making the reward be just the right to draw myself in a cute outfit means I'm guaranteeing I'll draw at least one thing that month, and drawing is a reward and not a job. And k dunno, maybe later on make the rewards stuff like 'you get to work on the big idea you actually wanted to do', so games are a reward not a job. Or 'you get to go to the cinema', so going out alone in scary crowds is a reward not a job. Or just even earn the right to buy a caffeine drink once a month and then that's a better way of beating my addiction! I've been trying to go cold turkey but I've never made it past 15 days cos there's really no reward or incentive or way to tell if I'm doing good. And sometimes I feel like having a lil energy boost would actually help me with finishing a project or something, versus when I'm just drinking it every day for no reason except yum. So if I can have one drink a month I might not even necessarily drink it right away, I'd save it for the last day of a challenge when I'm racing the deadline~! Lotsa ideas!!!

#breakfast rpg #need to think of a catchy name for this challenge so i can make a tag or sideblog #Abg challenge for always b gaming?#nah dat lame

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