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ozzgin · 3 months

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Yandere! Android x Reader (I)

It is the future and you have been tasked to solve a mysterious murder that could jeopardize political ties. Your assigned partner is the newest android model meant to assimilate human customs. You must keep his identity a secret and teach him the ways of earthlings, although his curiosity seems to be reaching inappropriate extents.

Yes, this is based on Asimov’s “Caves of Steel” because Daneel Olivaw was my first ever robot crush. I also wanted a protagonist that embraces technology. :)

Content: female reader, AI yandere, 50's futurism

You follow after the little assistant robot, a rudimentary machine invested with basic dialogue and spatial navigation. It had caused quite the ruckus when first introduced. One intern - well liked despite being somewhat clumsy at his job - was sadly let go as a result. Not even the Police is safe from the threat of AI, is what they chanted outside the premises.

"The Commissioner has summoned you, (Y/N)."

That's how it greeted you earlier, clacking its appendage against the open door in an attempt to simulate a knock.

"Do you know why my presence is needed?" You inquire and wait for the miniature AI to scan the audio message.

"I am not allowed to mention anything right now." It finally responds after agonizing seconds.

It's an alright performance. You might've been more impressed by it, had you not witnessed first hand the Spacer technology that could put any modern invention here on Earth to shame. Sadly the people down here are very much against artificial intelligence. There have been multiple protests recently, like the one in front of your building, condemning the latest government suggestion regarding automation. People fear for their jobs and safety and you don't necessarily blame them for having self preservation. On the other hand, you've always been a supporter of progress. As a child you devoured any science fiction book you could get your hands on, and now, as a high ranked police detective you still manage to sneak away and scan over articles and news involving the race for a most efficient computer.

You close the door behind you and the Commissioner puts his fat cigarette out, twisting the remains into the ashtray with monotonous movements as if searching for the right words.

"There's been a murder." Is all he settles on saying, throwing a heavy folder in your direction. A hologram or tablet might've been easier to catch, but the man, like many of his coworkers, shares a deep nostalgia for the old days.

You flip through the pages and eventually furrow your eyebrows.

"This would be a disaster if it made it to the news." You mumble and look up at the older man. "Shouldn't this go to someone more experienced?"

He twiddles with his grey mustache and glances out the fake window.

"It's a sensitive case. The Spacers are sending their own agent to collaborate with us. What stands out to you?"

You narrow your eyes and focus on the personnel sheet. What's there to cause such controversy? Right before giving up, departing from the page, you finally notice it: next to the Spacer officer's name, printed clearly in black ink, is a little "R." which is a commonly used abbreviation to indicate something is a robot. The chief must've noticed your startled reaction and continues, satisfied:

"You understand, yes? They're sending an android. Supposedly it replicates a human perfectly in terms of appearance, but it does not possess enough observational data. Their request is that whoever partners up with him will also house him and let him follow along for the entirety of the mission. You're the only one here openly supporting those tin boxes. I can't possibly ask one of your higher ups, men with wives and children, to...you know...bring that thing in their house."

You're still not sure whether to be offended by the fact that your comfort seems to be of less priority compared to other officers. Regardless of the semantics, you're presently standing at the border between Earth and the Spacer colony, awaiting your case partner. A man emerges from behind a security gate. He's tall, with handsome features and an elegant walk. He approaches you and you reach for a handshake.

"Is the android with you?" You ask, a little confused.

"Is this your first time seeing a Spacer model?" He responds, relaxed. "I am the agent in your care. There is no one else."

You take a moment to process the information, similar to the primitive machine back at your office. Could it be? You've always known that Spacer technology is years ahead, but this surpasses your wildest dreams. There is not a single detail hinting at his mechanical fundament. The movement is fluid, the speech is natural, the design is impenetrable. He lifts the warm hand he'd used for the handshake and gently presses a finger against your chin in an upwards motion. You find yourself involuntarily blushing.

"Your mouth was open. I assumed you'd want it discreetly corrected." He states, factually, with a faint smile on his lips. Is he amused? Is such a feeling even possible? You try your best to regain some composure, adjusting the collar of your shirt and clearing your throat.

"Thank you and please excuse my rudeness. I was not expecting such a flawless replica. Our assistants are...easily recognizable as AI."

"So I've been told." His smile widens and he checks his watch. You follow his gesture, still mesmerized, trying to find a single indicator that the man standing before you is indeed a machine, a synthetic product.

Nothing.

"Shall we?" He eyes the exit path and you quickly lead him outside and towards public transport.

He patiently waits for your fingerprint scan to be complete. You almost turn around and apologize for the old, lagging device. As a senior detective, you have the privilege of living in the more spacious, secured quarters of the city. And, since you don't have a family, the apartment intended for multiple people looks more like a luxury adobe. Still, compared to the advanced way of the Spacers, this must feel like poverty to the android.

At last, the scanner beeps and the door unlocks.

"Heh...It's a finicky model." You mumble and invite him in.

"Yes, I'm familiar with these systems." He agrees with you and steps inside, unbuttoning his coat.

"Oh, you've seen this before?"

"In history books."

You scratch your cheek and laugh awkwardly, wondering how much of his knowledge about the current life on Earth is presented as a museum exhibit when compared to Spacer society.

"I'm going to need a coffee. I guess you don't...?" Your words trail as you await confirmation.

"I would enjoy one as well, if it is not too much to ask. I've been told it's a social custom to 'get coffee' as a way to have small talk." The synthetic straightens his shirt and looks at you expectantly.

"Of course. I somehow assumed you can't drink, but if you're meant to blend in with humans...it does make sense you'd have all the obvious requirements built in."

He drags a chair out and sits at the small table, legs crossed.

"Indeed. I have been constructed to have all the functions of a human, down to every detail."

You chuckle lightly. Well, not like you can verify it firsthand. The engineers back at the Spacer colony most likely didn't prepare him for matters considered unnecessary.

"I do mean every detail." He adds, as if reading your mind. "You are free to see for yourself."

You nearly drop the cup in your flustered state. You hurry to wipe the coffee that spilled onto the counter and glance back at the android, noticing a smirk on his face. What the hell? Are they playing a prank on you and this is actually a regular guy? Some sort of social experiment?

"I can see they included a sense of humor." You manage to blurt out, glaring at him suspiciously.

"I apologize if I offended you in any way. I'm still adjusting to different contexts." The android concludes, a hint of mischief remaining on his face. "Aren't rowdy jokes common in your field of work?"

"Uh huh. Spot on." You hesitantly place the hot drink before him.

Robots on Earth have always been built for the purpose of efficiency. Whether or not a computer passes the Turing Test is irrelevant as long as it performs its task in the most optimal, rational way. There have been attempts, naturally, to create something indistinguishable from a human, but utility has always taken precedence. It seems that Spacers think differently. Or perhaps they have reached their desired level of performance a long time ago, and all that was left was fiddling with aesthetics. Whatever the case is, you're struggling not to gawk in amazement at the man sitting in your kitchen, stirring his coffee with a bored expression.

"I always thought - if you don't mind my honesty - that human emotions would be something to avoid when building AI. Hard to implement, even harder to control and it doesn't bring much use."

"I can understand your concerns. However, let me reassure you, I have a strict code of ethics installed in my neural networks and thus my emotions will never lead to any destructive behavior. All safety concerns have been taken into consideration.

As for why...How familiar are you with our colony?" The android takes a sip of his coffee and nods, expressing his satisfaction. "Perhaps you might be aware, Spacers have a declining population. Automated assistants have been part of our society for a long time now. What's lacking is humans. If the issue isn't fixed, artificial humans will have to do."

You scoff.

"What, us Earth men aren't good enough to fix the birth rates? They need robots?"

You suddenly remember the recipient of your complaint and mutter an apology.

"Well, I'm sure you'd make a fine contender. Sadly I can't speak for everyone else on Earth." The man smiles in amusement upon seeing the pale red that's now dusting your cheeks, then continues: "But the issue lies somewhere else. Spacers have left Earth a long time ago and lived in isolation until now. Once an organism has lost its immune responses to otherwise common pathogens, it cannot be reintegrated."

True. Very few Earth citizens are allowed to enter the colony, and only do so after thorough disinfection stages, proving they are disease free as to not endanger the fragile health of the Spacers living in a sterile environment. You can only imagine the disastrous outcome if the two species were to abruptly mingle. In that case, equally sterile machinery might be their only hope.

Your mind wanders to the idea. Dating a robot...How's that? You sheepishly gaze at the android and study his features. His neatly combed copper hair, the washed out blue eyes, the pale skin. Probably meant to resemble the Spacers. You shake your head.

"A-anyways, I'll go and gather all the case files I have. Then we can discuss our first steps. Do feel at home."

You rush out and head for your office. Focus, you tell yourself mildly annoyed.

While you search for the required paperwork - what a funny thing to say in this day and age - he will certainly take up on your generous offer to make himself comfortable. The redhaired man enters the living room, scanning everything with curious eyes. He stops in front of a digital frame and slides through the photos. Ah, this must be your Police Academy graduation. The year matches with the data he's received on you. Data files he might've read one too many times in his unexplained enthusiasm. This should be you and the Commissioner; Doesn't match the description of your father, and he seems too old to be a spouse or boyfriend. Additionally, the android distinctly recalls the empty 'Relationship' field.

"Old photos are always a tad embarrassing. I suppose you skipped that stage."

He jolts almost imperceptibly and faces you. You have returned with a thin stack of papers and a hologram projector.

"I've digitalized most files I received, so you don't have to shuffle a bunch of paper around." You explain.

"That is very useful, thank you." He gently retrieves the small device from your hand, but takes a moment before removing his fingers from yours. "I predict this will be a successful partnership."

You flash him a friendly smile and gesture towards the seating area.

"Let's get to work, then. Unless you want to go through more boring albums." You joke as you lower yourself onto the plush sofa.

The synthetic human joins you at an unexpectedly close proximity. You wonder if proper distance differs among Spacers or if he has received slightly erroneous information about what makes a comfortable rapport.

"Nothing boring about it. In fact, I'd say you and I are very similar from this point of view." He tells you, placing the projector on the table.

"Oh?"

"Your interest in technology and artificial intelligence is rather easy to infer." The man continues, pointing vaguely towards the opposing library. "Aside from the briefing I've already received about you, that is."

"And that is similar to...the interest in humans you've been programmed to have?" You interject, unsure where this conversation is meant to lead.

"Almost."

His head turns fully towards you and you stare back into his eyes. From this distance you can finally discern the first hints of his nature: the thin disks shading the iris - possibly CCD sensors - are moving in a jagged, mechanical manner. Actively analyzing and processing the environment.

"I wouldn't go as far as to generalize it to all humans.

Just you."

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ladyluscinia · 6 months

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Ok, I think I might be exiting the "are you fucking kidding me?" period and ready to make a real argument, so lets talk about Three Act Structure!

Is OFMD S2 just the "Darkest Hour"?

A very common explanation I've been seeing for some of the... controversial... aspects of S2 is that it's meant to be that way. That the middle act is where the protagonists hit their lowest point. Where we get the big failure point. Where everything looks kind of shit.

S2 is supposedly just that point. It's The Empire Strikes Back. People have been making that comparison since before the first episodes even dropped, telling everyone to expect something that could be disappointing or unsatisfying - it's just a matter of needing to wait for S3 to pull it all together.

It's not a baseless framework to consider the show through - I'm pretty sure David Jenkins has mentioned it in interviews (or at least mentioned he planned for three acts / seasons) so it's certainly worth asking how he's doing at the 2/3rd mark.

So - quick summary of Three Act Structure:

Act 1 introduces our characters and world. It includes the inciting incident of the story and the first plot point, where a) the protagonist loses the ability to return to their normal life, and b) the story raises whatever dramatic question will drive the entire plot. Act 2 is rising action and usually most of the story. The protagonist tries to fix things and fucks them up worse, in the process learning new skills and character developing to overcome their flaws. Act 3 is the protagonist taking one more shot, but this time they are ready. We get the climax of the story, the dramatic question gets an answer, and then the story closes.

If you want examples, the Star Wars Original Trilogy is a very popular template. And, hell, he said it was a pirate story... the main Pirates of the Caribbean trilogy also does a solid job with their three acts.

Let's compare. (Spoiler: I'm not impressed 🤨)

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First thing I need to establish... Wait. Two things. First is that Three Act Structure is flexible, so we can't really analyze success or failure by pulling up a list of necessary plot beats that should have been hit in X order. Second is that if you tell me you are writing a romance with a Three Act Structure - where "the relationship is the story" - the first thing I'm going to do is ask you how you are adapting it. Because while there's not necessarily anything preventing you from applying this to a character driven plot, most people are familiar with it as plot structure for externally driven conflict.

Unless there's a reason the status of the main relationship is intrinsically tied up in the current status of the war against the evil empire, a standard Three Act Structure is going to entail either an antagonistic force that absolutely wants your main couple apart being the main relationship obstacle OR the romance aspect being a subplot to the protagonist's narrative adventure. None of those sound like how the show has been described.

So how is OFMD adapting it?

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Act 1

(Can't figure out how well Act 2 is doing if we don't start at setup.)

Right out the gate, OFMD breaks one of the main "rules" for a story where the Acts are delivered in three parts. Namely the one where the first Act is treated as an acceptable standalone story, with it's own satisfying yet open ended conclusion.

In Star Wars, A New Hope ends with the princess rescued, Luke finding the Force, Han finding his loyalty, and the Death Star destroyed. The Empire isn't defeated, the antagonists still live... the story is not over, but this one movie doesn't feel unfinished.

Similarly, Curse of the Black Pearl gives Jack his ship back, Elizabeth and Will get together, and Norrington has the English Navy let them all off the hook and give Jack and the pirates one day's head start.

OFMD's final beat of S1 being Kraken Arc starting is not that, even if Stede returning to sea is still a pretty hopeful note. Now... I don't necessarily think this was a bad call. At least, not if the story is the relationship. It's easy to close on a happy ending and then fuck it up next movie if the conflict is external and coming for them. Not so much if you're driving the story with your protagonists' flaws, in part because it should be really obvious at the end of setup that your main characters need development and can't run off together right now. I actually like that they were risk-takers and let S1 look at the situation clearly vs doing a fragile happy end, because it takes into account the difference between a character-driven and plot-driven narrative.

I think OFMD's Act 1 actually ends at maybe the Act of Grace? Well, there through the kiss on the beach, counting as our "first plot point" before everything goes wrong, basically.

At that point, they have setup the story and characters. We've been introduced to Edward and Stede's current issues. Signing the Act of Grace does make the intertwined arcs between them real - it's no longer a situation that either one of them could just walk away from like it was in 1x07 - and we narrow in on the (alleged) driving question of the show:

It's not about "Will Stede become a great pirate?" or "Will we develop a better kind of piracy for the crew?" - the show is the relationship and the big question is "What is Stede and Edward's happy ending?"

Act 1 ends on their first solution, being together and making each other happy and admitting it's more than just friendship. Act 2 starts, appropriately, by saying both of them are currently too flawed for that to go anywhere but crashing and burning.

Now... looking back, what does Act 1 do well vs poorly?

I think it's really strong on giving us the foundation for BlackBonnet's characters and flaws. We aren't surprised Stede goes home or Edward goes Kraken (or at least... we weren't supposed to be surprised. There are still a lot of holdouts blaming Izzy for interrupting Edward's "healing" despite how at this point in the story it doesn't make sense for Edward to have the skills to heal... but I digress). The relationship question is compelling at the end of S1, the cliffhanger hooks, and the fandom explosion of fics did not come from nowhere - the audience was invested.

I also think Act 1 does a great job of settling us in the universe. We understand the rules it abides by, from how gay pirates are just a fact of life to how there's no important organs on the left side of the body. Stede has a muppety force field. Rowboats have homing devices, and port is always as close as you want it to be. Scurvy is a joke. The overblown violence of pirate life is mostly a joke, but we are going to take the violence of childhood trauma seriously.

Lucius's fake-out death, while technically part of Act 2, works well because Act 1 did a good job of priming everyone to go "obviously this show wouldn't kill a crew member for shock value, and we're 100% supposed to suspend disbelief about how he could have survived getting flung into the sea in the middle of the night." And we do. And we get rewarded for it.

Regarding antagonists - a big focus of any setup - the show is deliberately weak. The one with the most screentime is Izzy, and he's purposefully ineffective at separating our main couple. Every antagonist is keyed to a particular character, and they function mostly to inform us of that character's flaws and development requirements. The Badmintons tell us about Stede's repression and feelings of inadequacy, and Izzy tells us about Edward's directionless discontent and tendency to avoid his problems. Effectively - the show is taking the stance this will be a character driven narrative where Stede and Edward's flaws are the source of problems and development the solution. No person or empire (or social homophobia) is separating them...

...which leads me to something not present - there nothing really about the struggle of piracy against the Empire. Looking at Curse of the Black Pearl... we see piracy is in danger. The Black Pearl itself is described as the last great pirate threat the British Navy needs to conquer. Hangings are omnipresent - Jack is sentenced to die by one almost as soon as he's introduced to the story, when his only act so far had been to wander around and save Elizabeth from drowning. OFMD tries to invoke this kind of struggle in 2x08, but there's no foundation. Our Navy antagonists are Stede's childhood bullies, and so focused on Stede the crew isn't even in danger when they get caught. The Republic of Pirates is getting jokes about being gentrified, not besieged.

Even the capture of Blackbeard by the Navy is treated as a feather in Wellington's cap but not a huge symbolic blow against piracy... because we just do not have that grand struggle woven into Act 1. You only know the "Golden Age of Piracy" is ending if you google it, or have watched a bunch of pirate shows.

Overall, a solid Act 1, well adapted to the kind of story they've said they were looking to tell - a romance in the (silly-fied) age of piracy, instead of a pirate adventure with a romantic subplot.

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Now, Sidebar - Where is the story going?

The thing about the dramatic question - in OFMD's case: "What is Stede and Edward's happy ending?" - is that a) there's normally more than one question bundled up in that one + sideplots, and b) while you aren't supposed to have the answer yet, you can usually guess what needs to happen to give you the answer.

Back to our examples... Luke's driving question is "Will the Empire be defeated?" Simple. Straightforward. Also: "Will Luke become a Jedi?" The eventual climax of our story from there is pretty obvious... the story is over when Luke wins the war for the Rebellion in a Jedi way. That's the goal that they are working toward.

Pirates of the Caribbean is a bit more complicated. We're juggling more characters and have a less defined heroic journey, but there are driving questions like "Is Jack Sparrow a good man?" and "Is Will Turner a pirate / what does that mean?" and even "Will the British Navy defeat piracy?" They get basic answers in Curse of the Black Pearl, and far more defined ones in At World's End. Still, this is another plot-driven narrative. They've laid the foundations for the Pirates vs Empire struggle, and when that final battle turns into the trilogy climax then you know what's happening.

OFMD is not doing a plot-driven narrative. To judge how they are doing at their goals, we have to ask what they think a happy ending entails in a character sense.

Clearly it's not the classic romantic sideplot, where the climax is the first kiss / acknowledgement of feelings. They've teased a wedding in Word of God comments a lot, so that's probably our better endpoint. Specifically, though, a wedding where both of our protagonists aren't ready to flee from the altar (big ask) and where they've both grown enough that their flaws / mutual tendencies to run away from life problems won't tank the relationship.

In Stede's case it's still massive feelings of inadequacy and being too repressed to talk about his problems. Also he ran away from his family to chase a lifelong dream of being a pirate - "Is Stede going to find fulfillment in being a pirate captain, or will the real answer be love?" Edward meanwhile expresses a desire to quit piracy and retire Blackbeard, but we also find out he's struggling with massive self-loathing and guilt from killing his father - "Is retiring what Edward wants to do, or is he just running away?"

If they are going to get to a satisfying wedding beat at the climax of their story, what character beats do we need to hit in advance?

Off the top of my head - both characters need to self-realize their flaws (a pretty necessary demand of anyone who runs away from problems). They are set up to balance each other well, but also to miscommunicate easily. They have to tell each other about or verbally acknowledge that self-realization so it can be resolved. Stede has to decide how much being a pirate means to him. Edward has to decide if he's retiring and what he wants to do. They both need to show something to do with getting past their childhood traumas given all the flashbacks. Through all this, they also need to hit the normal romance beats that convince the audience they are romantically attracted to each other and like... want to get married.

Oh, and this is more of a genre-specific sideplot, but once they demonstrate a behavior that hurts the people who work for them, they need to then demonstrate later how it won't happen again. Proof of growth, which is kind of important in a comedy where a lot of the humor is based in them being massively self-centered assholes. Stede doesn't earn his acceptance in the community until he kicks Calico Jack off the ship, making up for causing the situation with Nigel in the first episode. A workplace comedy can get a lot of material from the boss as the worker's antagonist, but if you want the bosses to stay sympathetic you have got to throw them some opportunities to earn it.

All that sounds like a lot, but like - the relationship is the story, right? If we spend so much time on establishing flaws big enough to drive a story, we also have to spend time on fixing them. Which is where the turning point hits.

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Act 2: How it Starts

This is where the full story reality-checks your protagonist. Glad you saved your boyfriend and embraced new love in Act 1, but his repressed guilt means he's about to completely ghost you, and your own abandonment issues and self-loathing are about to make his dick move into everyone else's problem.

Again, it's a non-conventional choice OFMD has this start at the very end of S1 rather than with a sudden dark turn in the S2 premiere, but it's still pretty clearly that point in the Three Act Structure.

In Star Wars, The Empire Strikes Back opens with a timeskip to our Rebellion getting absolutely crushed and hiding on a miserable frozen planet. The Empire finds them as the plot is kicking off and they have to desperately flee. They get separated. Han and Leia try to go to an ally for help and end up in Vader's clutches. It's a sharp turn from the victorious note that A New Hope ended on.

Pirates of the Caribbean's Act 2 starts dark. Dead Man's Chest opens with our happy couple Will and Elizabeth getting arrested on their wedding day for the "happy end" escape of the last movie. Jack has not been having success since reclaiming his ship, and we'll soon find out he's being hunted by dark forces. As for the general state of piracy, we get a horrifying prison where pirates are being eaten alive by crows, and a new Lord Beckett making the dying state of piracy even more textual. "Jack Sparrow is a dying breed... The world is shrinking."

The key here is making a point that our heroes aren't ready. This is the struggles part - things they try? Fail. The odds do not look to be in their favor.

Now, OFMD apparently decided to go all-in on flaw exploration, especially with Edward. The first 3 episodes of S2 are brutally efficient in outlining Edward's backslide. In S1 you could see he had issues with guilt and feeling like a bad person. S2 devolves that into a destructive, suicidal spiral where Edward forces his crew into three months of consecutive raids, repeats his shocking act of cruelty with Izzy's toe offscreen (more than once!), escalates it with his leg, and finally they state directly that Edward hates himself for killing his dad so much that he fears he's fundamentally unlovable and better off dead.

Stede's struggles are subtler, but most definitely still there. He's deliberately turning a blind eye to tales of Edward's rampage, half from simply being too self-centered to care about the harms Edward causes others, and half from being unable to face or fathom that he had the ability to hurt Edward that much. Upon reunion he wants to put the whole thing behind them, not addressing why he left in the first place. Very "love magically fixes everything" of him, except Stede is no golden merman.

Interestingly, here, BlackBonnet's relationship dysfunction has very clearly been having a negative impact on the surrounding characters we care about. Make sense, since it's the driving force of the story, but that also adds a lot more relationships we need to make right. Like... Edward is the villain to his crew. The show focuses on their trauma and poisoned relationships with him. And then draws our attention even more to Stede taking his side to overrule their objections to him.

For a story where the conflict and required resolutions are primarily character based, and the setup had already given the main couple a good amount to work with, dedicating a lot of S2 to adding more ground to cover was... a choice. Potentially very compelling on the character end, certainly challenging on the writing end... but not a complete break with the structure.

Bold, but not damning.

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Act 2: How it Ends

Now it is true that Act 2 tends to end on a loss. Luke is defeated by Vader and loses his hand, and Han has been sent away in carbonite. Jack Sparrow for all his efforts cannot escape his fate, and he and the Pearl are dragged to the locker.

But the loss is not the point. The loss is incidental to the point.

Act 2 is about struggles and failure, but it's also about lessons learned. There's a change that occurs, and our cast - defeated but not broken - enters the final act with the essential skills, motivation, knowledge, etc. that they lacked in the beginning.

Luke Skywalker could not have defeated the Empire in Return of the Jedi until he'd learned the truth about his father and resisted the Dark Side in The Empire Strikes Back. (Ok, confession, I'm using Star Wars as an example because literally everyone is doing so, but frankly it's a better example of formulaic Three Act Structure repeating within each movie because on a trilogy level - relevant to this comparison - it is a super basic hero's journey in a very recognized outfit and as such the Act 2 relevance is also... super basic "the hero tries to fight the antagonist too early" beat where he learns humility. Not really a lot going on. So, for the better example...)

Dead Man's Chest has a downer ending with the closing moment of the survivors regaining hope and a plan against an enemy now on the verge of total victory - a classic Act 2. But in that first loss against Davy Jones we get Will's personal motivation and oath to stab the heart, Jack finally overcoming not knowing what he wanted and returning to save them from the Kraken (being a good man), Elizabeth betraying Jack (being a pirate), Barbossa's return, and Norrington's choice to bargain for his prior life back. The mission to retrieve Jack from the World's End is the final movie's plot, but things are already on track to turn the tables back around as we enter the finale.

Now, relevant sidenote - one major difference between Three Act Structure within a single work vs across three parts is that Act 2 continues into Part 3, and only tips over into Act 3 about midway through. This is because obviously your final movie or season cannot just be the climax. That's why both movie examples start with a rescue mission. They have to still be missing something so they can get the plot of their third part accelerating while they go get whatever that something is.

But if you wait until the 3rd movie / season to get the development going at all - you're fucked.

Jack's decision in the climax of At World's End to make Elizabeth into the Pirate King goes back to the development we saw in the Pearl vs Kraken fight in Dead Man's Chest. So does Elizabeth's leadership arc. Will's whole arc about becoming Captain of the Dutchman gets built upon in the third movie, but it starts in the second. Not just as an idle thought - he's actively pursuing it. Already consciously weighing saving his father vs getting back to Elizabeth as soon as he makes the oath. Everyone is moving forward in Act 2. Their remaining development might stumble for drama, or they might be a bit reluctant, but I know that they know better than to let it stick, because they already faced their true crisis points.

I'm not sure we can say the same about OFMD.

S2 does a good job of adding problems, yeah, but there's not really any movement on fixing them. Our main couple stagnates in some ways, and regresses in others.

Stede opened Act 2 by running away in the middle of the night back to his wife without telling Edward anything. We know he did it because of feeling guilty and his core childhood trauma of his dad calling him a weak and inadequate failure. Now in S1 he actually speedruns a realization of his shitty behavior with Mary, but what about S2? Well...

He continues to not talk to Edward about... pretty much anything. My guy practiced love confessions galore but Edward only finds out about going back to his wife via Anne, and it gets brushed aside with a love confession. He seems to think Edward wants him to be a dashing pirate, or maybe he just thinks he should be a dashing pirate. Idk, it doesn't get examined. Regarding his captaincy, they give him an episode plot about Izzy teaching him to respect the crew's beliefs, but this is sideplot to a larger arc of him completely overruling their traumas and concerns (and shushing their objections) to keep his boyfriend on the ship so. That.

Stede kills a man for reasons related to his issues, shoves that down inside and has sex with Edward instead of acknowledging any bad feelings. At least this time Edward was there and knows it happened? Neither Chauncey's death nor his dad have been mentioned to anyone. He gets a day of piracy fame that goes to his head, gets dumped, and ends on a complete beat down by Zheng where he learns... idk. Being a boor is bad? He's still wildly callous to her in the finale, and spends the whole time seeking validation of his pirate skills. He reunites with Edward, kisses, and quotes Han Solo.

Where S1 ended on a great fuckery, his S2 naval uniform plan after they regroup is ill defined except to call it a suicide mission - and we don't get to see what it would have been because it devolves into a very straightforward fight and flee. And gets Izzy killed. Quick cut funeral (no acknowledgement of his S2 bonding with Izzy), quick cut to wedding (foreshadowing), quick cut to... innkeeper retirement? Unclear when or even if BlackBonnet discussed Stede's whole driving dream to be a pirate and live a life at sea, but I guess that got a big priority downgrade. Despite the fact he was literally looking to Zheng for pirate-based compliments in the post-funeral scene.

I guess he's borderline-delusionally dogged in his pursuit of love now - so unlikely to bolt again - but he's also got at least a decade of experience mentally checking out in a state of repression when he's unhappy. And he's stopped being as supportive and caring toward the crew in that dogged pursuit, while arguably demonstrating a loss in leadership skills, so, um, good thing someone else is in charge?

And if Stede is a mess, Edward's arc is so much worse.

As established, they devote the Kraken to making Edward worse. He literally wants to kill himself and destroy everyone around him in the process because Stede left, and this is fixed by... Stede coming back. That's it. The crew tries to murder him and then exiles him from the ship (and Izzy takes the lead on both, indicating exactly how isolated Edward has become), but it's resolved in half a day by Stede just forcing them to put up with his boyfriend again. Like they think he murdered Buttons and still have to move him back in???

The show consistently depicts Kraken Era as a transgression against the crew, but they also avoid showing Edward acting with genuine contrition. He admits he historically doesn't apologize for anything, and then mostly still doesn't. It's a joke that he's approaching probation as a performance (CEO apology), and then the only person he genuinely talks to is Fang - the one guy cool with him - and the only person who gets a basic "sorry" is Izzy - the guy he really needs to be talking to. Edward's primary trauma is guilt, but apparently he only feels it abstractly after all that? He's only concerned with fixing things with Stede, despite Stede being about the only person around who hurt him instead of the reverse.

Speaking of primary traumas, Edward hating himself doesn't really go anywhere after the beat of self-realization. Apparently Stede still loving him is enough of a bandaid to end the suicide chasing, but he doesn't like. Acknowledge that. Edward is maybe sorta trying to go slow so he doesn't hang all his self-worth on Stede again (you can speculate), but they a) absolutely fail to go slow, and b) he doesn't make any attempt to develop himself or another support structure. Just basically... "let's be friends a bit before hooking back up." And then we get the whiplash that is Blackbeard and/or retirement.

Kraken Era is Blackbeard but way worse, like no one who has known Blackbeard has ever seen him. In the Gravy Basket Edward claims he might like being an innkeeper, before destroying his own fantasy by having the spectre of Hornigold confront him over killing his dad. The BlackBonnet to Anne & Mary parallel says running away to China / retiring makes you want to kill each other - burn it all down and go back to piracy. Stede rightfully points out prior retirement plans were whims. Edward gets sick of the penance sack after a day and puts his leathers back on to go try "poison into positivity". But also claims to be an innkeeper (look - two whole mentions!) when trying not to send children to be pirates after teaching them important knife skills.

Killing Ned Low is a serious, bad thing that prompts ill-advised sex and then going hardcore into retirement mode - leathers overboard, talk about mermaid fantasy, get retirement blessings from Izzy, end up dumping Stede for a fishing job instead of talking about how he's enjoying piracy. The fishing job, however, is also a bad thing and a stupid decision because Edward is a lazy freeloader fantasizing about being a better person. We have an uncomfortable, extended scene of "Pop-Pop" weirdly echoing his abusive dad and then sending Edward to go do what he's good at - disassociate, brutally murder two guys, fish up the leathers, rise as the Kraken from the sea. He continues with comically efficient murder but also he's reading Stede's love letters and seeking to reunite with him so... wait, is this a good thing? Post makeout / mass slaughter he's trading compliments on his kills with Zheng so. Yeah. Looks like it. Murder is fine.

Wait, no, skip ahead and Izzy is dying and Edward suddenly cares a whole lot as Izzy makes his death scene about freeing Edward from Blackbeard. Now being a pirate was "encouraging the darkness" because Izzy - a guy who had little to no influence over Edward's behavior - just couldn't let Blackbeard go. Murder is bad again, and he is freed. Minus the little detail that the murder he explicitly hates himself over was not related to Blackbeard or piracy whatsoever, so presumably haunts "just Ed" still. Anyway he's retiring to run an inn with Stede now, as the "loving family" Izzy comforted him with in his dying moments sails away from the couple that can best be described as the antagonists of their S2 arc. Also Edward implicitly wants to get married. It's been 3 days since making out was "too fast". He's still wearing the leathers.

So most of the way through Act 2 and Edward's barely on speaking terms with anyone but Stede, who he has once again hung his entire life on really fast? Crushing guilt leads to self-hatred leads to mass murder and suicide, but only if he's upset so just avoid that. He's still regularly idealizing Stede as a non-fucked up golden mermaid person (that maybe he personally ruined a bit) because he barely knows the guy. His only progress on his future is "pirate" crossed out / rewritten / crossed out again a few times, "fisherman" crossed out, and "innkeeper ?"

Just.

Where is the forward movement?

It's not just that the inn will undoubtedly fall apart - it's that the inn will fall apart for the near-exact same reasons that China was going to at the beginning of Act 2, and I can't point to anything they've learned in the time since that will help them. I guess Stede realized he loved Edward enough to chase after him, but that was in S1! They should be further than this by now. You can't cram another crisis backslide, all the Act 2 development, and the full Act 3 climax into one season. Certainly not without it feeling like the characters magically fix themselves.

If they just fail and keep blindly stumbling into the same issues because they don't change their behavior, then Act 2 doesn't work. You're just repeating the turning point between Act 1 & Act 2 on a loop.

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Where Did They Fuck Up?

Actually... lets start on what they did right.

The one consistent aspect of S2 that I praised and still think was done well in a vacuum (despite being mostly left out of the finale) was the crew's union-building arc.

With only 8 episodes and more to do in them than S1, side characters were going to get pinched even if the main plot was absolutely flawless. That was unavoidable. With budget cuts / scheduling issues, we regularly have crew members simply vanish offscreen outside of one scene, meaning cohesive arcs for your faves was not likely. Not to say they couldn't have done better - my benefit of the doubt for the TealOranges breakup and Oluwande x Zheng dried up about when I realized he was literally just her Stede stand-in for the parallel - but something like Jim's revenge plot from S1 was realistically not on the table without, like, turning half the crew into seagulls to afford it.

The union building works around this constraint really well. They turn "the crew" into the side arc, and then weave Izzy's beats in so that they aren't just about Izzy. The breakup boat crew working together to comfort each other and protect him turns them into a unit, and Stede's crew taking it upon themselves to address the trauma vibes while the captains aren't in the way solidifies it across all our side characters. The crew goes to war with Stede's cursed coat and wins, they Calypso their boss to throw a party, and they capitalize on a chance to make bank with an efficiency Stede could only dream of.

We don't get specific arcs, but Frenchie, Jim, and Oluwande are defaulted to as leaders in just about every situation, and Roach is constantly shown sharing his inventions with different characters. Individuals can dip in and out without feeling like the sideplots stutter. Any sense of community in S2 is coming from this arc - even if there are cracks at the points where it joins to other storylines (Stede and Edward, Zheng, etc.)

So why does it work? Well, because it's a workplace comedy, and you can tell they are familiar with working on those. They know where the beats are. They know where to find the humor. They know how to build off of S1 because they made sure the bones were already there - an eclectic group of individuals that start as just coworkers, but bond over time in the face of their struggle against an inept boss who they grow to care for and support while maintaining an increasingly friendly antagonism because, you know, inept boss.

OFMD does its best work in S2 when it's being true to its original concept... and its worst work when it seemingly loses confidence in its own premise.

"The show is the relationship," right? It's a romance set in a workplace comedy. The setup of Act 1 was all about creating a character-driven narrative. So given that... where the hell are we getting the dying of piracy and a war against the English Navy?

That's not a character-driven romcom backdrop, it's an action-adventure plot from Pirates of the Caribbean or Black Sails. It's plot-driven, creating an antagonistic force that results in your characters' problems. Once the story is about the fight against the Empire, the dramatic question becomes the same as those adventure stories - "Will the British Navy defeat piracy, and will our protagonists come out the other side of the battle?"

Forget the wedding. The wedding is no longer the climax of the story, its back to the happy ending flash our romantic subplot gets after winning this fight.

Except, of course, trying to pivot your story to a contradictory dramatic question near the end of Act 2 can be nothing short of a disaster, because either you were writing the wrong story until now, or you've completely lost the plot of the real one. I shouldn't even be trying to figure out if they are doing this, because it should be so obvious that they wouldn't.

And yet.

What do the Zheng and Ricky plots add to the story if not this? Neither of these characters have anything emotionally to contribute to Stede and Edward - they truly are plot elements. It's a hard break from the S1 antagonist model, but it also takes up a lot of valuable screentime. This was considered important, but still Zheng's personality and motivation only gets explored so far as it's an Edward-Stede-Izzy parallel with Oluwande and Auntie, and they only need the parallel for Izzy's genre-jumping death scene. Which follows a thematically out-of-left-field speech about how piracy is about belonging to something good (workable) and how Ricky could never destroy their spirits (um...?). And then David Jenkins is pointing to it and saying things about "the symbolic death of piracy" and speculating S3 might be about the crew getting "payback"??? An idea floated by Zheng right before our temporary retirement, btw.

Fuck, the final episode of S2 didn't have time for our main couple to talk to each other because it was so busy dealing with the mass explosion of Zheng's fleet and Ricky's victory gloat. We get lethal violence associated with traumatic flashbacks until they need to cut down enemy mooks like it's nothing, at which point we get jokes with Zheng. The Republic of Pirates is destroyed outright, and it feels like they only did it because they got insecure about their "pirate story" not having the right kind of stakes. Don't even get me started on killing a major character because "Piracy’s a dangerous occupation, and some characters should die," as if suspending disbelief on this aspect makes the story somehow lesser, instead of just being a fairly standard genre convention in comedy. Nobody complains about Kermit the Frog having an improbably good survival record.

Did someone tell them that the heroes have to lose a battle near the end of Act 2, so they scrambled to give them one?

Just... compare the wholly plot-driven struggle in 2x08 to Stede and Edward's character-focused storylines in 1x10 and tell me how 2x08 is providing anything nearly as valuable to the story. Because I can't fucking find it.

At best they wasted a bunch of time on a poorly integrated adventure plot as, like, Zheng's backstory or something, and just fucked it up horribly by trying to "step up" the kind of plot they did for Jim. In which case the whole thing will be awkwardly dropped but damage is done. Otherwise, they actually thought they could just casually add a subplot like this because they've done something wildly stupid like think "pirate" is a genre on the same level as "workplace comedy" and can just trample in-universe coherency while you draw on other media to shore up their unsupported beats.

Bringing us to the most infuriating bit...

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"...end the second season in a kinder spot."

If this was the goal, the entire season was written to work actively against it in way that is baffling and incompetent.

The really ironic thing is that the reason that the Act 2 part typically gets a downer ending is because of the evil empire that OFMD did not have to deal with until they pointlessly added it. A plot-driven story has an antagonistic force - a villain - that the heroes need to defeat. Something external working against them. The story ends when they beat the thing, and it's not much of a climax if they do most of the defeating before you get there. Ergo, they have to be outmatched up to the climax. Ergo, the second part cannot end on them feeling pretty comfortable and confident going into the third.

The same rules do not apply in the same way to a character-driven arc.

We already established Edward and Stede declaring their love is not the end of the story. Nor, necessarily, is both of them confidently entering a relationship. Even once they've developed a bunch they will have to show that development by running into the kinds of problems that would have broken them up before and resolving them better.

David Jenkins keeps talking about this idea that S2 is getting a hopeful open ending and S3 will get into potential problems, and like... I don't see any reason why they couldn't have done that successfully. They didn't, but they could've.

If S2 grew them enough as characters and then had them agree to try again in the last minute of the finale, they absolutely could have had a kind and hopeful ending where you were confident they could do it. And then a potential S3 can show that. It's a bit rockier than they were counting on, but they have learned enough lessons to not break up. And then the overall plot can build to proposal (start of Act 3) and wedding (the romantic climax). It doesn't have to be a blow out fight to be emotionally cathartic.

(Hell, the main rockier bit that they overcome in the S3 Act 2 portions could be marriage baggage. I'm sure they both have some. It would work.)

In the same way focusing on our character's long term flaws and character-driven conflict makes an Act 1 "happy ending" more difficult, I suspect it makes an Act 2 "happy ending" easier.

Instead they wrote an Act 2 that failed to convincingly start development and got confused on its direction, and then presented a rushed finale ending in a copy of the predictable disaster from S1 as though it's a good thing. They yanked the story at least temporarily into an awkward place where a romcom is trying to sell me on a bunch of serious drama / adventure beats that it has not put the work into, and inviting comparisons to better versions of those same beats in other, more suited media that make it look worse. The need to portray everyone as reaching happy closure overrules sitting with a major character death and using it for any narrative significance, while still letting it overshadow those happy endings because a romcom just sloppily killed a major character with a wound they've literally looked into the camera and said was harmless.

If I'm being entirely honest, Dead Man's Chest ends effectively at Jack Sparrow's funeral and then cuts to the British Navy obtaining a weapon of mass destruction, and it still feels kinder and more hopeful just because I leave with more faith the characters are actively capable of and working toward solving their problems.

OFMD S2, in contrast, has half-convinced me our main couple would live in a mutually obsessed, miscommunication-ridden horror story until they die.

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Additional Reading

Normally I link stuff like this in the post, but that requires more excitement than I'm feeling right now. Here's my alternative:

Where I thought they were going with Edward - really outlines the mountain of character development they still have unaddressed

Where I thought they were going with Izzy - touches on a lot of themes that might be dead in the water & also context that's still probably relevant to why Izzy got a lot of focus in S2

My scattershot 2x08 reactions

An ask where I sketched out the bones of this argument, and another where I was mostly venting about the fandom response

This one, this other one, and this last one (read the link in op's post too) about genre shifts and failure to pull them off

The trauma goes in the box but it never opens back up - the whole point of Act 2 is that they needed to start opening shit like that - and also they focus so much on needed character growth and so little on following through

They can't even carry through on character growth that we got last season???

Why Izzy's death feels like Bury Your Gays ran smack into shitty writing

EDIT: Oh and this post is REALLY good for outlining the lack of change in way less words than I did

#our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd s2 #ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd meta #three act structure #character arcs #blackbonnet #genre #blackbeard ofmd #stede bonnet ofmd #my meta #ladyluscinia #ofmd critical

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 7 days

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WIBTA for leaving a DND campaign abruptly?

Some backstory: I had joined a DND game about 5 years ago right after breaking up with my toxic ex at the time. Me and my ex were both trying to be cordial at this time and ended up both joining a DND game run by a mutual friend.

In our first session, I had noticed my ex made her character be a parody of me that she made look like an awful person. She then kept dm-ing me during our sessions to tell me how to play my character better and other general backseat gaming stuff.

Very quickly, maybe about a month in, I contacted the DM about leaving the campaign due to wanting to distance myself from my ex. She was very upset I wanted to leave and offered to kick my ex from the group instead. I declined saying it would only cause more drama. The DM agreed to let my character go off at the end of the activity we were gonna do that session so it would make sense story-wise.

But this departure did not happen. after that conversation she vague-posted onling about how people dont want to be her friend. She then purposefully kept extending this part of the plot, just so I wouldnt leave the game and could realize it could still be fun. I told her outright I could not do this anymore after 3 more additional sessions and telling me she'll get to my character's exit soon. I always felt like an ass to the other players in the game for leaving them abruptly but I could not do it anymore.

Fast forward roughly 4 years, the DM tells me she is going to make a new campaign and would like for me to join since my ex was no longer in it. I agreed as I had missed playing DND a lot.

For the past year or so I have been in this campaign and it can be fun at times but I still feel out of place. This new session is a direct continuation of the previous campaign's storyline and regularly references it. Now, as far as I know my ex's character has not been referenced at all but I am constantly reminded of this situation whenever they mention a character's name I don't remember (because honestly I don't remember her characters name nor do I want to). I know I said to not bring her up around me but I don't quite trust this friend to keep her word. Simply because I don't think she ever remembers anything I tell her out of a place of... just not caring.

The DM and I just don't quite mesh that well. I don't really like her DM-ing style of making it up as the session happens. I don't like that she will constantly decide what my character is doing, even if I ask to do something, she tells me to roll to see if i can, i can get a nat20 and she will still decide what my character will do next based on what she thinks is funnier to her but makes my next action harder to accomplish.

I have dm'd her to talk about the progression of my character arc (after she constantly implys in session my character is the comedic relief and doesnt have any character development) and she'll go ooo and aaa (literally all she would say) but never actually implement anything I recommend.

I kept saying to myself it will get better in time. I have voiced my wants for my character, and they are ignored. In session, my character actions are essentially decided for me no matter how I roll the dice. It feels weird to be around half of the party bc they spent 4 years in a campaign with my ex who played a parody of me. esp hard after the DM keeps making me be the comedic relief even though I keep trying to play more seriously. other players constantly joke about how my character is gonna be the one that gets them all killed etc because of actions I dont necessarily decide.

Now as mentioned before, DM is also known to vague-blog about how "her friends secretly hate her" at any moment as well. This has happened before after I tried to "real talk" with her a handful of times over unrelated topics too (even if she initiates this conversation)

Given everything above, I want to leave this DND game after giving it a try for a year (really giving it an opportunity to improve). We left off with my character running off alone to get supplies for the party. I was thinking I could make a statement saying I had some personal things come up and I need to leave the game abruptly and leave it to the DM to decide what to do with my character.

Now I feel like I may be the AH because: I am leaving the game abruptly for a second time technically. I would contact the DM on how to make it make sense for my character to depart, but I feel like she will do the same thing as before with the previous campaign and keep putting it off, especially after ignoring my character growth ideas for a year in this current campaign. I also feel like I may be the AH because in character my group does need those supplies, but there is nothing stopping the DM from controlling my character to deliver supplies within the first 5 minutes of the next session.

#aita #am i the asshole

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reveluving · 1 year

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i can't believe my dog listens to my girlfriend more than me, an issue by commander graves

summary: a.k.a commander graves has a shiba inu, who clearly favours you over him.

warnings: fluff, cuz who doesn't love a fic with a man from cod and a dog! + brief se~xual mentions (minors DNI—mf gives you an ass slap because he loves it)

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graves owns a shiba inu named kai and is scolding him for making a mess in the house, only for the pooch to start yelling over his words like a kid covering his ears and going “LALALALA-” in an childish argument.

kai makes the same mess again but this time, it takes place around the time you and graves start dating and living together, so just when you’re about to scold him, you hear graves chuckle, wishing you a “good luck” before smacking your ass as you move off the couch. he begrudgingly lets you go at first, you felt the way his fingers dug into your waist, but the thought of seeing kai arguing with someone else for once?

he had to see this.

he watches with a smirk as you and kai stare at one another, not even breaking contact ones when the latter sits up the same time you crouch right in front of him.

he turns away from a moment, changing the TV channel but also preparing to hear his buddy yell over your words as soon as you open your mouth, especially with a tone as soft as yours, so imagine his bewilderment when he doesn’t hear a single protest from the pooch.

no, but kai does, however, bow while covering his face with his paws and whining, almost embarrassed by the fact that its you being ‘mad’ at him, not graves.

“aww, it’s okay,” you cooed, letting kai lean into your touch as you scratched behinds his ears, “try to tone it down, okay?”

and boom, kai’s back to his happy pupper self, wagging his tail and bumping his body weight into you to find that you're not, well, never mad at him. graves, on the other hand, wasn’t even watching the TV at this point, his mouth not only gaping at how the scene played out but also in disbelief at what seemed to be a cheeky look on his dog’s face.

there’s no telling when graves moved from the couch, but you jumped when you felt his entire body pressed against yours, the feeling of his muscles practically hard to miss. he easily hoists you up, away from kai, and narrowed his eyes at him, but the doggo seemed all too pleased.

“go outside, kai.” for once, the pooch listened, zooming out of the house through the front door (when was that opened?) and probably excited to continue his zoomies episode, leaving you in the arms of your boyfriend.

“phil, surely you’re not je-”

"nope, that word’s not allowed in the house.”

“uh, since when?” keep in mind, you're having this conversation while he's still holding you in a way that a child would with their teddy bear; arms wrapped around the underside of your breasts, his chin comfortably resting on your shoulder and let's face it, your feet probably dangling off the floor right now.

(I don't have a size kink what are you talking about—)

“since now.” it was a no brainer that graves was, in fact, jealous of his dog, who knew! but he wasn’t going to let you finish that thought either, instead, he carries you over back to the couch with ease, letting you squish or caress his chin and tease him for a while, only because you’d ‘apologize’ with kisses right after.

a/n: there were zero thoughts in the making of this fic(?). but it's also inspired by kylothedog because that shiba inu is something else (affectionately obv <3). that, and I wanted to talk about (one of) my fav cod men. you may not necessarily like him but my god is he handsome 🧎🏻‍♀️

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I have some thoughts about the potential direction of Walpurgisnacht Rising after sitting on it for a while and watching the speculation on the part of Madoka fans.

I have a strong feeling that when Homura changes the universe at the end of Rebellion that my old theory has been confirmed, namely that she's only been able to create a pocket in the universe where things are dictated by her. We see this radius of influence when the corruption from her hostile takeover spreads across multiple star systems until solidifying into a sphere.

This frame of the "mystery girl" also hides an extra detail which may point in that direction, namely a barrier composed of the lizard sigil that represents devil Homura. We already know that Madoka's arrows pierced the veil of the incubation field. Perhaps she's trying to do the same?

Another odd detail is the presence of 2 Homuras. I don't necessarily think this is literal, though. It's possible that a second Homura does actually exist, but most likely only because much like the incubation field Homura's world is shaped based upon her desires and cognition, and this second Homura may be trying to say something about her. But what, exactly? Well, we know that this decision was really hard for Homura, in fact Rebellion implies that she's bordering on suicidal as a result of it. I posit that the second Homura represents her mental conflicts. She loves Madoka and wants to protect her and knows that what she's doing is selfish and that she's imprisoning someone she loves. It's the war that's being waged in her own mind that I think these 2 versions of her represent. I think that's who she's talking to on the phone, in a metaphorical way that's being represented quite literally. Note the way that the voice on the phone implores her to "bring hope" and "release that girl".

Another point of interest for me is the role of incubators in Homura's world. At the end of Rebellion she very openly states that she still relies on incubators as a system, but she's definitely very resentful towards them and is seen abusing one near the end of the film. One detail about the movie that I think is important is the recurring imagery of Kyubey's eyes. Throughout the majority of the film Kyubey is totally silent and we see repeated shots of his glassy, detailed eye. However, when being tormented at the end of the movie the art style changes into something more cloudy and abstract. I've wondered for a while if this would be the start of an incubators developing emotions and potentially contracting itself. I can't say for certain right now if that's the case, given we don't see incubators in the trailer at all, but given they all seem to be trapped in Homura's world with her, we may see something like that emerge in the plot.

Speaking of the incubators, some have brought up the possibility that the contract system now flows through Homura herself instead of Kyubey. It's hard to really verify this yet, but we do have some evidence pointing in that direction, mostly in the form of parallels. Homura's new world is very similar to the incubation field. It even shares some similar golden clockwork aesthetics with it. Note the way the moon is represented split down the middle with clockwork components apparent in the new trailer. I think that this new world is being run much like the incubators did, with Homura in charge of the "experiment". Has Homura become the monster she once hated as a result of her selfishness, trapping Madoka in the very same prison that she was tormented in?

It's also potentially significant to mention what the phone Homura uses in the trailer morphs out of: the same salamander seen in Rebellion that is squashed when she turns into Homulilly, except now instead of the typical purple and black tones, it's a bright red. Does this signal a potential rising frustration and anger, perhaps at herself for the reasons I listed above?

The version of Homura that we see in the trailer has a black hairband. Given she answers the phone and seems very confrontational with the person on the other end of the line, we have to assume that the other Homura has the red hair tie that she wore in Rebellion. This is significant because this hair tie belonged to Madoka and she puts it back in her hair near the end of the movie. The ribbon is her only physical memento from Madoka's existence before she became the law of cycles, and if you've read wraith arc you know that Homura has a significant crisis slowly forming that crescendos in Rebellion where she can't prove that Madoka ever existed. This is exemplified by her new memory manipulation magic rather than time manipulation. Remember, she doesn't have time magic anymore. She only had it in Rebellion because the incubation field caused her to develop a world based upon her memories.

So, if you didn't want to read any of what I wrote above, here's my primary hypothesis for what this movie is gonna be about.

Homura knows that this experiment is deeply flawed and as such her psyche has manifested a second version of her, a more sentimental version that wants this whole thing to come crumbling down and let goddess Madoka take her. In this sense it's quite a bit like Homura trying to figure out the truth behind the incubation field and Madoka and the girls trying to rescue her. But now it's Homura fighting against herself. The black hairband Homura is in charge and the red hairband one takes up the challenge of trying to overthrow her. The mystery girl on the trailer could be Homura. The lighting and framing make her appearance a bit ambiguous, but she has a bow. Many point towards Madoka on that front but Homura also had a bow, featured at the end of the original series. We've just gotten so used to her return to scavenged weapons in Rebellion that this detail has been forgotten. I also feel as though the Walpurgisnacht imagery may be literal in the sense that Homura's imagination may conjure up a transformation, but I think it's intended to be more of a metaphor. Homura's world harkens back to a longstanding theme in the shoe of incredibly powerful beings trying to escape despair through false realities. Homura is the stage master now, whose nature is helplessness (trapped by her own selfishness), and has in a way become the monster she faced so many times. And now she has to stop herself. It may even be possible that the other girls with their altered outfits are allying with this renegade Homura to help her stop herself, much like time loops past. I don't think this will manifest as a time loop where Homura becomes Walpurgisnacht because her existence was represented by a gramophone in Rebellion, aka a broken record. And at the end of the movie it literally explodes because she's shattered literally any chance of this loop happening again. This is the end for all of them.

I think this hypothesis is headed in the right direction but ir definitely neglects some details in the trailer, such as the finer points of the girls and their altered designs, the mystery girl, the role of the incubators and the second Homura, as well as if these signs that I've taken as metaphor may be more literal than I assume. I'm hoping that others can help fill in these gaps for me. Maybe by the time the movie releases we'll have predicted the entire meat of it, lol.

#madoka magica #pmmm #puella magi madoka magica #madoka magica rebellion #walpurgis no kaiten #walpurgisnacht rising

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atwas-meme-ing · 7 months

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HEY ALL!!! If you haven't heard, Unity is gonna start charging devs 20 cents per download. Not per sale, but PER DOWNLOAD. This applies to not only big-name games like Hollow Knight and Ori, but also smaller projects that might be free. This includes mobile games made with Unity, Undertale fan games like Undertale Yellow and Deltatraveler, and also, get this: Murder of Sonic! It was made in Unity, and so far, it's still free, but Sega's gonna hafta start charging for it sooner or later- IF they don't decide to take it down completely.

So, on this note, I have 2 things to say:

Get your favorite games NOW. Some devs, like Team Cherry, are talking about "taking their games down" (so much for Silksong- thanks A LOT, Unity!!!). I don't know if that means you'll still be able to play these games- like on Steam, for instance- if you already have them downloaded.

Please, please, PLEASE, support those games that are made with Unity. 20 cents adds up when there's a million downloads, and if it's like a mobile game, where people don't necessarily have to pay for it, that's going to COST the devs money- a LOT of money. I know we all hate the paywalls and "pay-to-win" schemes in mobile games, but let's be real- crap like this Unity thing are the whole reason those paywalls exist! These devs aren't doing this for free, they're trying to make a living! Even if you only spend $1, only 1 time, that is STILL going to be an 80 cent profit over the new Unity costs, and maybe, just maybe, give some game devs enough incentive to keep the game around.

I know Unity has a bad rep because it's easy to use and allows devs to release games that control poorly because you don't have to be good at coding to do it (*cough* Guardian of Lore *cough*). That's why I haven't used Unity, despite having several game ideas in my head, because I don't know how to code (yet), and I didn't want to release a game like that- and now I never will use Unity. But games like all the ones I've mentioned are proof that Unity CAN be used for good games, in the right hands. So please, if you love a game made with Unity, please support it, so the game doesn't go away. Don't send the devs into bankruptcy just because Unity is a money-grubbing so-and-so.

(Oh, I should also mention, for browser-based games, apparently this "per download" thing also includes "per BROWSER REFRESH". So, yeah, please don't blame the devs, support the devs and blame Unity.)

EDIT: It's not quite as bad as I'd thought. I knew Unity had a threshold, but I thought it was an either/or thing- either a certain number of downloads, or a certain amount of money made from a game. And, it's not, it's both.

So free games (like Murder of Sonic) apparently won't be affected.

Here's their pricing schedule once the threshold is met:

It still adds up for the smaller projects, with Unity taking all or most of the revenue from smaller games.

And one thing that's still bothering me: the install threshold is "life to date" and Unity is charging per install over the threshold. So, if a game's been around for years and had a million downloads and has made 200,000 dollars in the last year, they're gonna end up paying that 200,000 all at once.

At least, that's what I'm reading.

So, ok, I was wrong. Free projects won't be affected. But this is still awful, especially when it's first starting out.

EDIT 2 (2023-09-23): They've lessened the fees:

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I'm still not using them. They never had a good reputation- I mean, there's good Unity games, but there's also a lot of bad ones because people can just release games with Unity with no coding experience. I want to make games someday, but I want them to be a good quality, so I'm waiting until I can actually figure out C++ (heck, I'm still wading through HTML, I'm nowhere near real programming languages). As long as I have to learn coding to make something good, I might as well find an engine that I can trust. I hear a lot about Godot. I also think I'll want to look at Monogame, because Monogame was used to make Axiom Verge and Celeste, and it's apparently based on the defunct XNA that was used to make Stardew Valley. Or I'll find something else. But not Unity. I just don't trust them.

#unity #unity engine #unity3d #game design #game development #indie game development #murder of sonic the hedgehog #hollow knight #ori #undertale fan games #deltatraveler #undertale yellow #Youtube

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Orphan from Hades, outcast from Gehenna

I've wanted to do this for a long time, and I finally got around to it. Here I collect all the details that this sweet lamb has in common with Hades. ...aaand some rambling about him and his Solomon thing, because why not.

Yes, I miss him very much. Yes, I did it just to look at his beautiful face. Get ready for a collection of screenshots.

We all know that Sitri is a little... ok, very delulu about Solomon. As strange as it may sound, this is the most superficial of problems. This is eye-catching. But underneath the irritation he causes there is much, much more, and it is not good for him.

In the first part we will go through the facts and his connection with Hades, the second part is my long rant. You will have marked what is where.

PS. Sitri lovers, don't worry. I belong to this nation myself, it's not a hate rant.

Jealousy and distrust

Do I even need to mention it? He's regulary call out for this. And this is the jealousy he feels especially towards the Solo MC. During the Halloween event, he was even called out that, paraphrasing, "at this rate, maybe you really should leave Gehenna and go back to Hades". Unfortunately, I don't have this one screenshot, so you'll have to take my word for it.

Not only MC is a person which makes him jealous, but also his king. Offtop, Satan knows this and really enjoys irritating him. Apart from Sitri, MC and Leviathan (so probably all others kings too), I don't remember Satan trying to annoy anyone so purposefully, but it may be me just not remembering.

Additionally, constant doubts. Sitri has always distrusted Leamas, and if it weren't for Satan, he would have killed him on the spot. The first thing he does when Marbas appears and threatens us is pulls out a gun and puts it to his head (he is justified here because the kings did the same). In the Christmas story, whenever he sees Gabriel, he immediately throws knives at him.

Who else kills everyone who has even a 1% chance of threatening Hell?

Let alone the thing that they know and remember each other.

It doesn't mean that they knew each other very well or that they were friends. But, for example, Sitri and Bimet did not know each other. Since both Sitri and Leviathan remember each other even after some time, Sitri must have spent a lot of time in Hades. No wonder he took over their vibe.

Also, a little spoiler of ch5, just as Sitri only called us by our name when we drifted off into the land of sleep, Leviathan in his H-scene only softened when we were so unconscious that we could no longer remember it.

Weapon of choice

I have already addressed this topic here. There's no point in me dwelling on this too much. His weapon is straight from Hades. We mark this point off as obvious.

Mark & clothes

Here's a slightly more interesting thing, I admit that I noticed it only later. The tattoo on Sitri's neck. We see that it is a pentagram assigned to Satan and Gehenna, but I want to point a little curiosity.

At one point, the Sitri's symbol on his neck and Leviathan's symbol in his eye were the same. Also, very distinctive - Levi's symbol on someone's neck.

The second non-obvious thing is his clothes. Sitri is the only noble of Gehenna wearing all black. Nobles from Hades also wear black. Does this refer to this? Not necessarily, because we know that Satan's closest commandos wear dark uniforms the same as him. Sitri as a noble and Satan's right-hand devil may combine these two features.

Some headcanons and rambling

The part where I tried to be objective and draw facts ends here. Now let me happily chatter on how I interpret his behavior

bUT FIRST, I still have some unused screenshots, and how can I miss such an opportunity? PB why did you create something so beautiful?

My aesthetic sense is satisfied~

So. Let's go to my ramble. This sweet creature has huge abandonment issues. He is intelligent, and even Ppyong is confused and explains that Sitri is usually really smart, but with us he goes crazy. Besides, you can see that he behaves quite normally around others (the only exception, he can sometimes become detached around Satan).

As for our name, he knows it, and he is aware that we are not Solomon. The famous words at the end of his H-scene. So why does he call us Solomon? Because he is unable to come to terms with his departure? The easiest excuse is that he misses him and projects him onto us. That Solomon never left them and those years never existed. That Sitri doesn't care about us, that he only really wants Solomon.

But I like to think of a slightly different version.

To Hades belong the orphans, to Gehenna the outcasts. And Sitri belongs to both. We don't know what he went through, we don't know what's going through his mind, but we see his behavior towards others. He is calm and perfectly controls his emotions even during his H-scene. He is smart and morbidly suspicious, what we see a lot. Finally, he must have everything under control, to such an extent that in some matters even Satan does not try to fight him (the most striking example is that he is the only one who gives Satan blood).

When he saw us, of course, he felt the familiar spirit of Solomon. But what he really liked was us. His emotions were out of control and it scared him. So he dealt with it the only way he knew how. He can't afford to trust again and be let down again, so he forced his true emotions that he felt towards us into the "it's just love for Solomon" box. Because he has already experienced mourning for Solomon and he can cope with it somehow, maybe not well, but enough to function on a daily basis. If he was rejected again, he wouldn't be able to cope. And he can't afford it.

He is Satan's henchman, prince of Hell and The Guardian of Gehenna. He can't show weakness. He can't break down. So the defending remnants of his sanity did what they could to maintain the fragile status quo.

Does he know what he is doing is wrong? Of course. Does he realize that he is hurting us? Of course. But he is one of the highest generals in a country at war, he has to deal with all the nobles, he has to support the king, he has to be ready to fight at any moment. And his Hades mentality makes him willing to sacrifice his happiness (and last crumbs of sanity) and our liking for him to protect his king and country.

Emotions cannot be controlled. But he tries nevertheless. If he didn't feel such strong emotions towards us, he wouldn't try to deny them. If someone is traumatized, they do not always know how to properly cope with it, and his mechanism is not healthy, it harms himself and us. But what else is he supposed to do? We know the approach in Gehenna. Only strength counts. Besides, he is the "responsible one" who would listen to him and help him? We? The moment we deny him, his psyche will collapse like a house of cards.

Maybe I'm exaggerating, overinterpreting, or it's just a running joke. But after how well-developed the characters are so far, I don't want to believe that his brain just turns off with the snap of his fingers.

After all this, I only have one question.

Sitri. Baby. Who hurt you?

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb sitri #woah I didn't expect it to be such a long talk #I really missed him #maybe I'm oversensitive because I'm a writer myself #I would really love to dig under his beautiful head and find out what he thinks #he has such potential to be a complex character and that's what makes him so fascinating to me #my delusion is as strong as his thats why we should kiss

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Happy Ending | Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Note: This has been ghosting around in my head for some time now because of the song "Wallpaper" by Megan Cromwell. I noticed that whenever I don't have the pressure of a request in the back of my head for a story it's much easier to write. That's why I wrote this rather easily and quickly. I just wanted to post something again lol. So yeah, have some good ol' super dramatic angst. I'll be more active again hopefully.

Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II (2022)

Warnings: Angst, Heartbreak, Unrequited Love, Mentions of NSFW Stuff, Trauma, Reader has some Issues

Summary: Ghost wants a happy ending but not with you.

Word Count: ~2k

If you want to be tagged in my stories send me a pm with the fandom/character name! Or comment on the fic :)

Masterlist

Call sign: Vigil

"We can't do this anymore."

You had known from the start that sleeping with him was a bad idea.

Generally, people advise you against sleeping with a co-worker. Because it makes things complicated. Even more complicated when you're both in the military.

Because technically you’re not allowed to fuck, your actions could be clouded by emotions, potentially risking not only your but the lives of your fellow operators as well. But that little clause in your contract was printed in that tiny font, and so you decided to ignore it.

It didn’t stop you from getting involved with your lieutenant. You were never a big fan of rules after all. Your rank as a sergeant after so many years of service in the military said enough about that.

But at the start, you truly believed that a physical relationship with him wouldn't cause trouble to you or anyone else.

You thought you had it under control. At least in the beginning.

Yes, you had been attracted to him since your first meeting when you had signed your contract with Taskforce 141. Mysterious men were your thing, and he embodied such a man with his skull mask.

So yeah, you did allow yourself to daydream about him, and have some dirty thoughts every once in a while. It wasn’t like you were the only one.

You were attracted to him and you knew he was attracted to you. It was mutual and actually pretty obvious.

You could feel his searing gaze on you just a few days after you had joined the taskforce; the way his eyes trailed up and down your body. The looks he gave you were charged with want.

But attraction doesn't necessarily lead to a romantic relationship, right?

He was a good-looking man in your opinion; tall, rugged, buff, with muscles and fat in the right places, just the way you liked it.

His face couldn't be considered conveniently attractive yet that made it so much better for you. The arch in his brows, the dark eyebags, the scars on his cheeks, his cheekbones. He was your type. And his rough appearance fuelled the fire in your lower stomach and your imagination.

What was the harm in joining him in the sheets and having a bit of fun? It wasn't like you loved him.

That’s what you had asked yourself.

It was much better to get rid of your pent-up frustration with him instead of a toy or a rare one-night stand when you were off-duty. And damn, was he good in bed.

Rough, fast-paced, keen to try out every possible position, and not shy of pleasing you. You could've expected it. He was a man who wasn't afraid to get down and dirty. Dirt, blood, sweat, and other fluids... It didn't matter.

Short summary: It was pure ecstasy every time.

You two had lots of fun together in lots of different positions and locations, and that was all it was. Just some fun.

No strings attached, as you both declared at the start. Just fuckbuddies.

"I'm not a relationship kind of guy, Y/N" he had told you after you had spent your first time together.

You had snorted because shit, you weren't either. Both of you were too broken and bruised by the baggage of your pasts. Your traumas would probably weigh you both down in the long run. So you were fine with the line he had drawn between you.

It was okay. No emotions, no obligations, no lovey-dovey shit, just a means to an end.

Just a meeting in your room after a mission, a phone call on your days off, then a quick meet-up in a hotel. Just pleasure. Not love.

Until it wasn't just that anymore.

You two had settled into a routine where he would join you in your room late every other night.

After you had pleasured each other enough, he would leave soon after, and somehow - with time, you began to miss the warmth next to you on your bed.

The feeling came slowly creeping, and it took you by surprise.

You never asked him to stay; you didn't dare cross the line. To ask for a bit more affection. But you wished.

That he held you just a bit closer during the act. That he remained next to you just for a few more minutes after it. That he kissed your scars, your lips. That he touched you as if you were something, someone precious to him. Someone important.

Sure, you liked it when he treated you like an unbreakable object when his grip left bruises on your body - in a way, they satisfied your need for more. They marked you as his. But just for once, you wanted to be treasured by him. To feel that you meant something more to him.

You didn't know when your feelings for him had turned into a fluttering mess in your chest. He wasn't just a means to an end anymore. You valued him. Not just as a soldier who had your back. Not just as a friend. But as a man, a partner. A man you wanted close to you. For the rest of your life. No matter how long that would be.

Because Simon had done something no one else had been able to do before.

He made you wish. For a future. A future with him.

He made you wish to be better, to be a little less broken. To pick up the pieces that had once made you whole. You wanted to be better. A better version of yourself. For him. To have a chance to be truly happy. To get that fairy tale life others dream about – you once had dreamed about when you were younger, your shoulders lighter.

His attention made you excel, it made you stronger, faster, harder. You were just better when he was around. A better soldier, a better woman, a happier person.

And you thought, no, believed that he understood that. That he helped you to be better. That you needed him. Not just in your bed, but by your side. As your other half.

You both were people of few words, so you thought that through your actions, your eagerness during missions, and your gentle touches during your time together, you conveyed all these feelings. That he got it, saw how you felt about him.

But you never spelled it out. Never said; I've come to love you.

Just let these feelings simmer under your heart, hoping that one day he'd get what you felt for him.

"We can't do this anymore, Vigil."

You'd love to say that it came as a surprise when he, one day, called you to meet up and told you these words.

But you knew subconsciously. Felt it. Long before he actually said the words, they were coming.

His calls had been less frequent, his visits rarer, and to your confusion, his eyes began to look different whenever you saw him. They looked clearer, and happier.

Only after you saw him at the party after your successful operation in Chicago did you understand. He did look happier.

But not because of you.

And only then did you realize that your brain had played a trick on you. You were so consumed by your feelings for him that you didn't realize how big the rift between you two had gotten.

He laughed.

Simon Riley laughed heartily for the first time since you knew him. Not just one of his usual chuckles that he reserved for your or Soap's jokes.

No, true deep laughter that came from deep within his chest.

And all because of a joke that the woman next to him had told him.

You didn't know her; you had never even seen her face before. She was a complete stranger to you, and yet Ghost rested a hand on her hip as if she belonged to him. As if she was his fucking girlfriend.

Soap looked at you, then who you were staring at.

"That's Ghost's new lass, I heard. Can't believe that guy found someone before us, eh? Surprised me too, I tell ya."

His words were like poison, and you tasted bile in your mouth. So much made sense to you now.

"Why not? I thought you liked it?! I enjoy it every time."

"That's not relevant anymore. I'm just telling you, Y/N. This thing is done. I won't come here anymore."

"But-"

"Let's just forget this happened, alright?"

"...."

"Okay."

You hadn't even been able to argue. Or tell him your feelings.

After all, you were the one who said you could never be in a relationship with him or fall in love with him. It was pathetic to get back on your words and admit it in front of him.

So you just shut your mouth and accepted his words for the time being.

A tiny voice in your head whispered that you could tell him your feelings later when he calmed down a bit. When he started to miss you.

You knew the whole situation with Hassan was getting to him and the others, so you cut him some slack. You thought he would change his mind. Believed it. Blindly.

But now, here you were. Looking like a fool. Feeling like one. Being one.

And the thing was, you couldn't even say anything to him.

He was the one who made you happy. Who made you want to be better. Less traumatized, more whole.

You could see in his eyes that she was that to him. Not you.

So, what right did you have to intervene?

You wanted him to be happy, after all.

How could you deny him that? You both had gone through so much.

She seemed to be the complete opposite of you. She basically glowed in the room, her smile radiant, and her aura was light as if the world had blessed her to never know hardship.

Her frame was soft, and her skin unblemished, untainted by the cruelty and darkness that existed in the world.

You couldn't help but compare yourself to her.

Your cracks, the marks of your trauma, made themselves known through various scars on your body. Your hands were rough, covered with old blisters; so unlike hers, and you were all jagged and sharp edges, while she looked so cute and bubbly.

You could see her appeal, and it hurt to think that way, but in another world, in different circumstances, you could see her as your potential friend. She just had the appearance and aura of someone who people gravitated toward. A soothing soul.

In that sense, you could understand Ghost. Why he searched her side. But you fucking hated it.

As lovely as she seemed, right now in this bar; you couldn't help but despise her.

She took him from you.

A voice whispered in your head. The ugliness of that thought made you want to throw up, because didn't it prove that you weren't completely right in the head?

Ghost wasn't your property. He had his own free will, and just because she appeared didn't mean she stole him away.

After all, he never belonged to you anyway.

This was probably why Ghost didn't chose you, you thought to yourself. Your ugly jealousy and possessiveness were rearing their heads.

I wouldn't choose myself either.

You felt like crying, but you couldn't even do that.

You hadn't cried for years now, and although the pain in your heart was worse than any of the bullet wounds you had received during your career, not a single tear welled up in your eyes.

You were truly broken. And the man who could fix you wasn't at your side. He would never be.

You looked at the two of them once more. An ugly thing clawed at your chest, begging to get out. Your vision turned red. You clenched your fists.

You had to get out of here. Now.

"You okay, Vigil?" Soap asked next to you, noticing that you seemed a bit off.

"Yeah. I just- think I didn't turn my stove off. I got to go."

You mumbled before you turned around and hurried to the exit of the bar. Soap tried to protest, but you were out the door before he could even finish his sentence:

"But you just arrived- Damn... off she goes."

He sighed and looked towards that woman and Ghost. They made eye contact. As if Simon was already looking at him. Or you.

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare ii #modern warfare II #modern warfare 2022 #simon riley #simon riley x fem reader #x fem reader #ghost x fem reader #ghost x female reader #ghost #soap #john soap mctavish #simon ghost riley #soldier reader #141!reader #special forces reader #fem reader #fanficsforheartandsouls

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yandereloversblog · 2 years

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𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 "𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲" 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙱𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: 𝚃𝚘𝚔𝚢𝚘 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚒𝚛𝚘 "𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢" 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚘, [𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌] -> 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚢𝚘 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚞, 𝚁𝚊𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚒, 𝚁𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚞 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚒, 𝙷𝚊𝚓𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝙺𝚘𝚔𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚒, 𝙺𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘, 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚘𝚖𝚒 𝙰𝚔𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒, 𝙺𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚒 𝙼𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚣𝚞𝚔𝚒

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚄𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚎𝚝, 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚖 𝚂𝚢𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝙱𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚜/𝙽𝚘𝚗-𝚌𝚘𝚗,

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝙾𝚗𝚎-𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: ~12𝙺 [𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 ��𝚃]

AAKXHAK With how my lil brother left for the vacation early I lowkey felt a little weird not having him around the house so that slowed down my writing because I stress for no reason.

But to get over it I just wrote this as it was on my mind for a while. I love seeing relationships from someone else's POV, especially if that someone sees what's wrong about it... And they're not important- also since this was forced out of me during a writers blog its very slow paced and badly written so bear with me TT

I just needed to do SOMETHING so this may be weird cuz it doesn't necessarily focus on you and Mikey until we reach the end :')

Akio Shinsato [Random name don't worry] didn't know that starting off as a high positioned person in a huge criminal organization would be so utterly confusing and appalling.

The man in his late-twenties had an extraordinary feature to adapt to violent crimes in seconds so it was no surprise he ended up working for the highest criminal organization in Japan yet; Bonten.

And Bonten... Was not it.

First off he read on the rules and what not when he was put to work under Bonten's number 2, Sanzu Haruchiyo.

His boss was... Simply to put; crazy and unhinged. But Sanzu's most recognizable trait had to be his undeniable loyalty to Bonten's leader, Manjiro Sano, or better known as Mikey. A trait that could almost be called "admirable", but Akihiko would prefer it be called "obsession" as it was more fitting. Sanzu didn't have the "Loyal Mad Dog" nickname by just admiring Mikey like a normal crazy criminal, he had to take it a step further.

And said crazy lunatic held all of his underlings to a very high standard as well, expecting them all to hold the same loyalty to Bonten- to Mikey as Sanzu did, anyone who didn't meet those expectations would for sure be at the end of the dog's wrath and katana.

So worship Mikey, no slacking and listen to Sanzu; easy enough right? Wrong.

What Bonten enthusiasts and stalkers failed to mention to Akio were the unspoken rules of working so closely with the organization's executives. Especially if you're in a high enough position to sometimes catch a glimpse of the their personal lives, which he was.

It began with Rule 1: Mikey, the invincible Mikey, leader of Bonten, had a lover.

Now it should come as no surprise to anyone since Mikey is powerful enough to have anyone he wants hang off his arm with just one word.

But for some reason Akio was rather shocked when he overheard a few guards talking about it during lunch.

"They came to visit personally today?" Akio stood still at attention when the words of his coworkers reached his ears, chopsticks stopping right before reaching his mouth, only listening in since he recognized the two as the men on guard duty for today. Two assigned men guarded outside the room and two inside whenever a meeting took place. Of course if it was in Bonten's area, if not there would be a lot more quantity in numbers.

They made sure to stand still whenever Mikey had to discuss offers and trades with figures that Akio knew better than to look on the eye, yet if any suspicious activity coming from the "guests" was spotted Sanzu would execute them on the spot. That's how little they mattered to someone like Mikey.

'Who are they talking about?' Akio wondered, opening his mouth to start chewing down the meat he was eating. He knew that they knew that Sanzu would cut them up into pieces if he found out they didn't follow his orders to stand still for the entire day and evening, so who could possibly have the gall and audacity to walk and stand in front of the meeting room when they could be working.

"Yup, it seems the big boss finally let them wander out of the house." Akio's co-worker hummed, chewing on the luxury food that Bonten provided for the high ranking employees "After the kidnapping attempt that was made a month ago I thought Mikey would lock them up for a year, he was super adamant of not letting them go out at all..." The other one sighed, his voice quiet as a whisper where Akio barely heard it. Almost as if calling Bonten's leader by his name was a sin punishable by death... Well it was, Sanzu would drag them to hell personally.

"Must be tough being his lover, they even had a collar around their neck, looked like a tracking device too." By that Akio nearly choked on his next bite of food, swiftly placing down his chopsticks to grab the glass of water and chug it down, washing down the food from his throat. Mikey's lover? Did their leader even have the capacity to feel such emotions? Could he even feel lust let alone love? Mikey looked like he never wanted anything, so detached from the world.

Akio has only stolen glances at Mikey before, the possibility of Sanzu most definitely plucking Akio's eyes out with his own fingers for exhibition such blasphemy towards the king by staring scared Akio enough, making a few glances seem more than enough.

The man wore dark baggy clothes, his dark pools of nothingness all but stared into your soul and the white hair gave Mikey a ghostly presence. His apperance would pop up in your mind if you thought of a sleep paralysis demon not a criminal leader. That demon loved someone? Or cared enough to make them his lover?

'For pleasure maybe...' Akio was a man of logic, obviously he'd come to that conclusion when calculating -trying to at least- Mikey's character, maybe Mikey preferred you so much he saved you from a kidnapping attempt, then again that could be because he didn't want you to tell information to the enemy. Yeah it's definitely the latter.

Still, was the lover that daring as if to desperately wait for Mikey while looking like a pet with that collar? It seems so.

Akio was rather curious to see Mikey's lover in the flesh. Every other executive had a lover that was let go of within a month or two because they'd grow bored, you must be the same right?

Apperantly no.

Then came Rule 2: You being free to walk around whenever you want.

Akio was informed about girls and prostitutes being called over to the headquarters every now and then, but they only ever went to the Haitani's and Kokonoi's offices as those three were in charge of such business.

So when Akio saw you, modestly dressed with clothes and accessories from expensive brands that would definitely make a dent in his pockets despite him being a high ranking guard in Bonten, he knew you were Mikey's lover.

If not for that it was for the collar that hugged around your neck, it looked really pretty and Akio would've taken it as a fashion choice if it wasn't for the letter "M" hanging from the collar in a small chain, dangling as you walked around the place with no trouble, seemingly like it was a daily routine to take a walk through Bonten's headquarters.

"Do you have any business here?" As soon as he saw you approach closer to the meeting room Akio had to stop you and stand in front of you, his eyes scanning you from head to toe in what seemed boredom and light suspicion, mostly at what enticed the Bonten leader to keep you around and not why you were here.

You looked back at him in surprise, probably not familiar with this sudden treatment.

A look of realization crossed your face when you realized he might be a new recruit, a small polite smile pulled up your lips much to his surprise as you nodded "I came here to see Mikey." Even carelessly saying his name in Bonten's headquarters- Akio couldn't help but to visibly cringe, imagining what Sanzu would do to you if he heard a mere lover say the king's name so lightly.

Speak of the devil.

Akio's eyes narrowed at you, an action that when paired with the harshness of his expression clearly caused your shoulders to tense up and your light expression to fall into awkwardness, he almost scoffed in sarcasm at your soft demeanor despite being inside the headquarters of Bonten, you'd be eaten alive "For that you must make a-..." Yet he held his tongue once hearing familiar, harsh footsteps swiftly approaching towards the two of you, the threatening growl escaping from his boss' throat caused Akio to shudder in fear when it reached his ears, and despite not being able to meet his boss' eyes the daggers in form of a glare burned holes at the back of his head to the point he got goosebumps.

Akio considered himself lucky when all that happened was Sanzu's hand tightly grasping a fistful of hair from the back of Akio's head and painfully pushed him down into a bow in front of you-

Wait a bow? Wasn't that a respectful gesture? Akio expected a harsh punch to his face because he was slacking to talk to you instead of working but instead Sanzu made him bow?

"You worthless piece of shit, do you not have any manners huh!? HOW FUCKING DARE YOU SPEAK AND LOOK AT THEM SO CASUALLY!?" Sanzu's exasperated voice might as well have sounded out throughout the entire building- it wasn't strange for the pink haired male to make a bloody example over whatever poor soul had made a small mistake in his presence, even if it was his own men- ESPECIALLY if it was his own men.

Sanzu doesn't kill them but he does leave them bloody on the floor, even giving them extra shifts after that beating with no breaks.

'I just started two weeks ago too...' Akio bit his tongue to not let his voice slip past his lips, fully bowing respectfully to you like one would to a superior and once realizing that Sanzu let go of Akio's hair, still Akio kept his body tense as a harsh smack on his head was delivered shortly after "Stay like that." Sanzu barked out an order and Akio followed, choosing life. He kept his eyes to the floor but his ears were attentive to the words you and Sanzu spoke, curiosity getting the better of him.

"I apologise about his rude behavior [Y/N], he's still inexperienced." Akio blinked at Sanzu's switch to the unusual laid back and somewhat polite tone, speaking to you as if you were a familiar person or friend. He needed to process why his psychotic boss was speaking to you in a way he'd only speak to the executive when in a very, VERY good mood.

'Their name is [Y/N]...' Akio made the mistake of lifting his gaze to glance up at you only for Sanzu to catch him and smack his head again, another warning for the male to keep looking down "I'll be sure to punish him thoroughly and teach him a lesson." And Sanzu's threatening hiss made it clear to Akio that he'd be missing more than just a few teeth and fingers after tonight, the heated glare from Sanzu was burning holes at this point.

But then he heard you step closer to them "No! There's no need for that Sanzu, he didn't do anything wrong." It was rather... Unfamiliar for anyone to go against Sanzu when Sanzu wanted to punish someone, even the other executives were met with a fight by him, so because of that, and despite his best efforts to not do it, Akio carefully glanced at Sanzu to see reaction in curiosity and anticipation but instead seeing a rare emotionless expression on his boss 'Why are they defending me?' Akio then looked back down once catching a glimpse of your harmless smile, guilt settling itself in Akio's chest uncomfortably "I was just asking when the meeting was about to end, Mikey and I are supposed to go to dinner soon."

Now you lied for him? Sanzu hated lies.

The guilt only grew further, his hands tightening into fists as if to hold himself back from saying anything, Akio was getting defended by you when you were at greater danger for God's sake. At least he was still a high ranking person, you were just Mikey's lover who Sanzu might deem unworthy-

"Kind as ever... It's a pain in the ass, you know that right [Y/N]?" But then Akio heard Sanzu only give a hopeless sigh and playfully take a jab at you in response after a silent moment of thinking. There was no way Sanzu out of all people would believe that...

"If you want to go see the king just enter the meeting room, I'm sure he'll be thrilled to see you." Sanzu's tone quickly chirped up gleefully in a way Akio had yet to process, it was confusing... Revolting even... "It's all thanks to you he's starting to eat again, Mikey was so stressed when you were grabbed and nearly thrown into the car like that." Was that... Pity???

He heard you respond in an apologetic tone "I... Should've been more careful, I'm sorry. I caused Mikey and the rest of you a lot of panic..." Akio didn't know the details, but he was sure it wasn't your fault. You seemed to be inexperienced in whatever business Bonten was in. At first Akio had assumed you might have been one of Haitani's or Kokonoi's club girls- or an assassin Mikey found somewhat entertaining, but you were the opposite; belonging into a happier and more normal life- so why were you here with Mikey?

Akio couldn't help the numbness that spread through him at the thought that you were forced against your will despite not having a dept or money to pay up to, Mikey picked you up from somewhere simply because he could. And you had to accept it.

"Oh, it wasn't your fault [Y/N]~" Akio's eyes widened in surprise at the sentence, his tense body relaxing but he knew he got goosebumps at this new side of his boss, sure maybe Mikey could, but why was Sanzu so uncharacteristically nice to you too? "The world is better off without those scraps anyways, and they were the lowest of the low considering they dared touch you." The sadistic undertone in Sanzu's voice was as clear as day, followed by a delightful giggle and finally allowed Akio to stand back up straight "Come on, I'll escort you into the meeting."

Akio glanced at his boss, the scarred lips that were usually in a scowl being pulled up into a grin- a softer grin than the one he cackled with when an execution happened. Sanzu then stepped to your side and tapped your back to make you start walking "Thank you, Sanzu." You gave Sanzu an appreciative smile and Akio was sure Sanzu's soft grin turned into a proud, cocky smirk because of it, then you glanced at Akio himself, the man flinched from the sight of your [E/C] eyes on him, somewhat still lively in gentleness and sanity that pulled at protective instincts Akio didn't know he had "Sorry for the trouble." A shy yet kind smile was shown to him as you passed by him to get to the meeting room, one that Akio had been sure he had left behind way long ago yet here it was...

Sanzu passed by him as well but his boss tilted his head to look back at Akio, previous mischievous eyes narrowing into an irritated glare once he caught sight of Akio "Now scram and go do something useful. I better not see your ass slacking like a fucking imbecile."

Akio hoped to never meet you again as that was one of the most stressful situations he's been into and it's just his second week on the job! But also because of the simple fact he detested your presence inside of Bonten, you didn't belong here- too clean to be in Mikey's clutches and be owned by him like the rest of Bonten was. And the way his mind was stuck on how Sanzu looked at you as he escorted you away, clearly protective but there was something... More that Akio couldn't make out- not that he wanted to! It wasn't his business anyway.

At least now he knows to just let you pass through the halls and rooms as you pleased.

Then he was presented with Rule 3: Witnessing just how much Mikey loved you.

Luckily for Akio he hadn't lost limbs nor was he demoted after that encounter, Sanzu looked like... He forgot about it... And Akio was always on edge because of it, even unable to sleep at the growing possibility that his boss would remember and suddenly backstab him with that katana of his.

'I wish, at least that would be less painful.' Akio thought to himself helplessly, despite that he still kept the nonchalant expression on his face, standing guard with someone else inside the meeting room his third week. A small meeting being held between the executives; Kokonoi, the younger Haitani, Mochizuki and Mikey. Kakucho for some reason left in the middle of the meeting, he got a text and once he showed it to Mikey he was granted permission to leave.

Akio finally got the chance to get a good look at Mikey without Sanzu breathing down his neck and he found out all his assumptions were somewhat correct. The leader barely spoke, only if necessary or found the need to make sharp and merciless orders with an uncaring tone, hearing everyone's opinion before he made a decision but Akio also assumed Mikey might have been too bored to talk so he picked the opinion that was the most similar to his own. The white haired male also kept looking at his phone in irritation every few minutes, Akio had to wonder just what made him that fixated on it. It had been souring Mikey's mood the second Kakucho left.

His question was answered by Kakucho arriving soon after, except this time someone else was with him.

Akio's eyes glanced to the double doors once they began to crack open, only to still and widen his eyes once he saw you, Kakucho himself holding one of the doors open for you instead of the guards.

"Here you go, please be careful." The usual stern executive spoke in a softer voice, his face had relaxed as the mismatched eyes gazed upon you with unusual tenderness, indicating this wasn't as much of a job as it was something he wanted to do.

"Thank you, Kakucho. Sorry I put you through the trouble." Akio quickly glanced away once your voice snapped him out of his surprised state, silently taking a deep breath through his nose to calm himself down from remembering the intense and complicated emotions he had about you "It was nothing, don't worry about it." So he kept his eyes straight to his superiors, only being more shocked once he processed Mikey's reaction at your presence.

A pleasant small smile easily stretched up Mikey's lips, so easily to the point it dismissed the fact Mikey kept on a dead nonchalant expression on his face the entire time. His half lidded eyes almost had an unnatural lively glow to them as he stared at you, cheeks tinting up to a soft pink that understandably stood out through the pale white skin.

Mikey's body relaxed on the chair and he spoke "I'm glad you came to see me again my angel~ did you have a pleasant ride with Kakucho?" The leader's voice was such a gentle tone as he cooed at you, raising one of his hands and motioned for you to come closer.

Akio stared in astonishment, confusion and... Dread. The man's hands that were locked behind his back began twitching and sweating once he saw you walk closer to Mikey.

The executives began greeting you with smiles and grins as you passed by them to get to Mikey, the mood of the room changing while you said your cheerful hellos to the top executives in Bonten before finally standing next to Mikey.

But Akio wasn't processing that, the man just stared and took in Mikey's change. The closer you approached the worst Mikey's expression got. His smile turned into a grin once you gently cupped his face with one hand, eyes swirling with a desperate darkness when you smiled down at him "Mhm!" You answered with a giggle and leaned down to give Mikey a small peck on the lips, only for Mikey to suddenly grab your face with both his hands and tug you closer again for another kiss, then another, each kiss lasting longer than the next.

One of Mikey's hands trailing behind your head and keeping you still, Akio's breath got caught up in his throat when he noticed Mikey's tongue invite itself in your mouth, unlike your closed eyes that were shut tight his leader's were still slightly open, staring at you, like Mikey didn't dare to stop looking at you 'Are they seriously making out right now?' The guard couldn't look away because of shock but why was everyone acting like this is normal?

-Thankfully for him- You quickly took action, placing your hands on Mikey's shoulder and physically pushed yourself away from Mikey to slip through his hold. Akio silently sighed in relief once the muffled kissing sounds stopped but then he broke out into cold sweat at the sudden loss of emotion in the leader's face within a second, eyes small and shaking, clenched jaw and lips slightly parted to bare his teeth.

'Fuck, he's going to kill them...' Akio pursed his lips and tried to remind himself to breath, the temperature having dropped to subzero by Mikey's crazed expression simply because you pulled away.

Mikey tilted his head to look at you and Akio believed this would be your end, but once Mikey saw your bashful red expression, your eyes staring at the floor instead as you lightly gripped your own arm in embarrassment, it seemed he understood why you pulled away; from being flustered rather than not wanting his kisses.

So just like that Mikey went back to showing a small smile on his face.

'Did he really not think they pulled away because they were embarrassed...?' Akio pitied your position, breathing properly again as the rapid beating in his heart slowed down. Finding it over the top even for Mikey to react in such a way because you apperantly didn't want to kiss him... Did you really have such a strong grasp at his emotions? Akio sighed, he found it silly... And dangerous.

"What's wrong angel, did you get embarrassed?" Mikey giggled in mock innocence, playfully teasing you as he reached out to hold your hand instead "Yeah... A-a little." The male chuckled at your answer, seemingly finding your reasoning adorable as he gently began rubbing his thumb on your palm.

Akio began scanning the other executives, they were acting like this was a normal tuesday and it wasn't creeping them out at all, the younger Haitani was on his phone probably playing a game to pass the time, Kokonoi kept checking the papers, Kakucho had sat down next to Mochizuki and joined him on munching on the food on the table. It looked like they were on a small, comfortable break rather than discussing the gun deal with one of their partners. Even his coworker visibly relaxed a little!

Why was HE the only one feeling goosebumps when Mikey brought your hand to his lips and gave it a tender kiss "How cute~" Mikey chuckled and then patted his lap, Akio noticed how with that simple action you immediately knew what to do by placing your bag on the table, careful not to have it cover any of the papers "Come on, sit down, I still have a little bit of work to do but I can make some time for you angel." And with the order given you swiftly sat down on his lap, Mikey smiling in delight at how quickly you reacted, wrapping his arms around you and laying his head right on the crook of your neck, next to your collar.

Just when Akio thought the meeting will continue normally Mikey tilted his head towards your neck and began giving you gentle and soft kisses. The small smile on Mikey's face would've been cute if Akio didn't know how the male has killed hundreds with his bare hands.

A gulp was swallowed unconsciously, brows knitting in confusion as he observed how Mikey's cheeks went aflame into a bright red when you lifted your hand up to pat his head instead of pushing him away. Akio knew Mikey wasn't a stable person, hearing many stories of how the leader usually had tantrums or fits of violence, even attempting to hurt himself before but the unstable expression on Mikey's face right now wasn't loving or adoration.

It looked like straight up desperation and need of wanting to pounce on you and take you right then and there. Obsessive to the point Akio witnessed Mikey's teeth graze your neck, wanting to bite and do more than just kisses but stopping each time.

"Did you have a nice sleep? I had to come to work early so I couldn't check on you properly this morning." Mikey hummed softly, hoping to distract himself with talking so he wouldn't latch his mouth onto your neck, one hand grasping tightly at your waist and the other lifting up to pat your head "I'm just upset you couldn't make it to breakfast and lunch, make it up to me by having dinner together okay?" Your lips pulled into a small pout as you all but demanded of the leader, sure Akio could consider it a cute demand mixed in with the worry about his health but would Mikey let it slide...? "Alright we'll eat dinner together so please don't be upset~ you're so sweet to worry about me~" Yes, yes he would.

Dear lord watching Bonten's top act like this was tiring, simply by the fact how easily you could make Mikey switch emotions, and one wrong move could have them all killed.

Akio was willing to bet Mikey had talked more to you than what he's said in the 2 hour meeting before you arrived. The male wasn't sure if Mikey even listened once Koko proceeded with the meeting, the leader just kept nuzzling to you and sometimes whispering words nobody could hear in your ear, but they got you really flustered so it was easy to assume the words that he had said.

The predatory glint in Mikey's eyes as you blushed and turned away pouting wasn't missed by anyone, and while they all knew better than to talk Akio couldn't help but to feel guilty as he observed your embarrassment starting to turn into displeasure. Bitting your lower lip and kept staring down at your lap instead once the overwhelming affection and being used like a cuddle toy for stress relief starting to get to you.

Akio didn't take Mikey as an observant person because the other didn't seem to give a fuck about his surroundings unless he was fighting but he was proven wrong when Mikey seemed so sensitive to your mood changes, seeing your current expression he must've assumed you were growing bored of the meeting or upset at all the violence that was thrown around for you to listen to.

"Do I have anything scheduled for dinner tonight?" Mikey asked Kokonoi, this time around he had given his answers and orders faster, not listening to anyone's opinion and instead deciding to explain the plans himself right as the questions and options were given to him- is that why Sanzu encouraged you to just go into meetings? Because Mikey not only worked faster but better as long as he had you there?

Akio now wondered what was up with Kokonoi. The male checked the schedule and visibly turned annoyed and irritated after reading it "Yes, we agreed to go to dinner wi-"

"Cancel it."

"Yes boss."

And he was more than happy to cancel it.

'... Just like that?' Akio's mouth was slightly agape in hopelessness, Mikey canceled an important dinner just so he can have one with you instead... And none of those others tried swaying him away from his decision.

Maybe they knew better than to do so, not with Mikey's enamored gaze locked on you as he gently patted your hair and mumbled options of where you'd want to go eat. Manjiro Sano simply couldn't keep his hands off you.

In came Rule 4: You weren't immune to Mikey's bad mood, you actually took the fall to make him feel better instead.

Akio thought it was a sick twisted joke by fate. The reason why he suddenly became your guard and even drove you to places was never explained to him, Sanzu just dropped that bombshell on him randomly and told him to deal with it.

"If you get too close to them I'll kill you." Sanzu threatened him with an annoyed glare, and despite Akio nodding firmly, understanding his boss' words Sanzu just got even more agitated as he explained your schedule and what Akio would do. For some reason the look Sanzu was sending him had Akio considering that this was either a trap or a test. Most likely a trap. Even his co workers were asking if his funeral would be a closed casket one because one mistake and Sanzu- now Mikey too would leave him unrecognizable.

"Taking care of [Y/N] is an honor bestowed upon you, so don't take it lightly. I assume you know what will happen if you don't properly take care of the king's angel."

'Mikey himself will do the honor of making me experience hell.' Akio finished in his thoughts as he glared at the ground from the unfair situation. Holding the car's back door open for you and Mikey to enter. His eyes lingered a little too long on your trembling form, Akio didn't want to know what happened but Mikey must've been in a bad mood to take you with him to the slaughterhouse, and by how you spend hours in there Akio presumed it wasn't just a light kill but full on torture. 'Blood...' His eyes scanned the small splatters of red dots on your clothes, did Mikey force you to watch closely or forced you to do anything?

You didn't look well, your face was pale and he caught tears bubbling up and hazing your eyes as you entered the car first. Akio's previous hard expression softened as he couldn't help but to stare in pity, wondering if he should suggest to Mikey to take you to the hospital instead-

"What are you doing?"

Akio flinched once Mikey's low voice demanded of him, interrupting his thoughts. He forgot how to breath when the dread crept up his spine from the temperature that suddenly dropped several degrees all because Mikey suddenly had his sight on Akio.

Slowly, Akio dared to shift his eyes towards his leader that was now facing him, still unable to utter a word once making contact with the terrifying eyes, possessiveness swirling in the dark abyss. Mikey stepped closer to him with only the car door separating the two, beginning to raise his hand up to Akio's face slowly. Mikey's brows knitted together in frustration, eyes widening and his pupils shrunk, shaking in what Akio assumed to be hatred as he was glared at.

"You... Just where are you looking at with those disgusting eyes? Only I can look at [Y/N] like that."

Akio could hear his own heart rapidly beating in his ears as a warning to run, breaking off into a cold sweat when Mikey's hand was inches away, the fingers starting to block Akio's vision and despite all his senses screaming at him to move- to do something, Akio stood still at the small glimpse of Mikey's eyes still glaring at him.

"Mikey." But again, like the savior you were to Akio, you quickly interrupted that, hastily reaching from inside of the car to grasp at your lover's sleeve and tug to get his attention.

And Mikey, as always prioritizing you first, stopped, retracting his hand. The white haired male was still keeping his now nonchalant gaze directed at Akio, almost as if to test if Akio would dare look back at you for help. But when he didn't Mikey finally tore his eyes from him to look at you instead.

Akio had to force himself to breathe again, gulping down the lump in his throat after the demon looked away from him. Yet he couldn't help but to clench his jaw at seeing Mikey give you such a cold look, almost as if waiting for you to do more than just say his name- EXPECTING you to know what to do to calm his bad mood 'You always say you love them so much but this...' Akio believed even the worst of individuals can fall in love deeply, cliche sure yet it was a sweet thought especially with how even a few men in his group have happy families despite their business, but what Mikey felt towards you wasn't love. It was a a sickly twisted version of it, corrupted obsession at best.

"Can we go home? Please... I just want to go home..." Your pitiful whimpers and pleases squeezed at Akio's heart in pain, yet all he could do was hang his head low to stare at the ground and steal glances at Mikey instead, this clearly wasn't a balanced relationship, especially when you followed your words up with an actual cry "M-manjiro please... I want to go home... I wanna be alone with you..."

Mikey's unmoving expression finally cracked; not to reveal one of regret or sadness, no. Akio could only comprehend it as delight when Mikey showed a small smile at your tears "Was it that scary angel?~" Mikey completely forgot about him, opting to rather lean down and cup your face as he gently cooed.

The overjoyed giggle that slipped past Mikey's lips when you nodded made Akio shudder "How about I comfort you? Would you like that?~ And you can help me too as I was having a bad day." Mikey's tone noticeably darkened as he kissed at your wet cheeks, voice going into a low whisper rather than words and Mikey clearly shifted his eyes to make eye contact with Akio as he finished his words "Y-yes..." Was your only answer.

Akio remained quiet as always, unmoving, returning his sight to the ground below "Oi." Until Mikey called on him, voice ice cold again but he didn't lift his gaze up to the other, only listening "Drive us back to the penthouse. And drive slowy." Akio quickly nodded and once Mikey finally entered the car Akio closed the door for him. Walking back to the driver's side and opening the door to get inside 'Why... Why am I the only one here...?' Such a question flew past him. Shouldn't there be more guards? Why was he the only one on duty?

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Akio didn't understand why Mikey told him to drive slowly- until he did. And Akio hated it. His thoughts were a mess after Mikey had nearly plucked his eyes out simply for staring at you and all Akio wanted was to just drop you off so he could go back to the comfort of his room, only for the soft kissing sounds to bring him back to reality, his senses sharp and aware- then it clicked to Akio what Mikey wanted to do. The sloppy kisses turned into whimpers and whines, then moans- and of course this was part of his job apperantly! Make sure Mikey is left satisfied but this...

Akio gripped the wheel of the car tightly, hands shaking and knuckles turning white, eyes wide and barely focusing on the road. He had half a mind to stop the car or crash it, but he knew he'd die uselessly on the first one and he didn't want to test the possibility that he might harm you if he followed the second option.

Vomit quickly formed at the back of his throat when he heard smacking sound out from the backseats- then followed by an actual slap, he didn't even have to wonder who slapped who as he recognized your yelp in surprise, probably from the stinging pain now blooming on your cheek. Nevertheless Akio just clenched his jaw and gulped it back down in disgust.

Akio also listened to Mikey's demanding orders and degrading words, and he bit the inside of his cheek when Akio himself was mentioned in Mikey's hiss of insults. Akio knew tears were threatening to spill off him when his vision blurred, just as Mikey wanted the ride was slow and steady.

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Once he arrived at Mikey's penthouse where you also resided, Akio exited the car and immediately brought a hand up to rub at his eyes, letting out a shaky and unstable sigh as the memories replayed in his head against Akio's will. Traffic made everything hell, once Akio finally believed he had composed himself enough he opened the backseat door for you and Mikey to step out. The spare and small glance Akio stole at Mikey, who stepped out first, gave him insight of the somewhat messy hair and light flush on his face, meanwhile Akio didn't even dare look at you to see your state as Mikey offered a hand to help you get out of the car.

"You can lean on me angel, you know that right?" Mikey's demeanor had softened from his previous bad mood that much was clear, his voice had toned down into a tender whisper as he spoke to you and Akio was sure Mikey was petting you without even having to look "... Take the car to get cleaned then you can leave." Another thing Akio was sure of was that the strict order was for him, so without any resistance he nodded and got back inside the car, once the car door slammed shut the wet tears finally dripped down his cheeks in frustration and guilt.

'They don't deserve that... They don't.'

It was a plea in his mind and a choked out sob audibly, Akio hoped the car wasn't bugged.

Suddenly Akio really hated this job he once prided himself with. He didn't know why he cared about you because usually this wouldn't matter to him but he did care, and seeing you in these situations made him feel sick. His once composed and calculating attitude broke down when he thought of you suffering despite having no faults nor any business with Bonten.

He was unable to move once the comfort of being alone hit him, his head leaned down until it bumped to the wheel in desperation and self-loathing 'Fuck... What should I do...?' Akio considered himself pathetic for just crying about the problem while you suffered through it, but it was especially hard considering who he'd be up against- fucking Manjiro Sano that's who.

And the final rule, Rule 5: Is that it wasn't JUST Mikey. That was the worst part in this whole nightmarish ordeal.

"Hey... Are you..." Akio finally spoke, eyes on the road and hands tightly holding the wheel, he was ordered to pick you up to take you to the restaurant you were going to dine at with not only Mikey but the rest of the executives as well. Akio stole a quick glance at you and noticed your surprised expression, simply at the fact he was talking to you "Are you okay?" The words stuck at the tip of his tongue were finally asked and Akio's heart stood at ease for some reason, finally being able to freely speak to you, a few weeks having passed after that slaughterhouse incident.

"Huh...? I... Yes, I'm alright." Your surprised tone quickly shifted, voice light and reassuring yet it had the opposite effect on him "Are you sure...?" Again Akio asked, unable to shake off the anxiety growing inside of him the closer you reached to the restaurant "... Yup! Thank you for your concern sir." You again replied, voice more cheerful than before.

But Akio wasn't the usual person you deal with at the stores or restaurants where Mikey took you to have fun in, he could recognize the slight pause before you start talking, the shaky undertone, it seemed like practiced lines to him. Not to mention how you weren't even allowed to use his name.

"You're not."

Akio breathed out unconsciously, slowing down the car to a stop once it reached a red light. Akio couldn't help but look back at you in pain, his breathing quiet yet he was having a hard time to keep it even "You're... Not okay. It's not okay..." Your expression quickly cracked from the usual polite smile you displayed in public, eyes wide once you understood what he meant and you quickly looked down to your lap, trying not to break down because of such a simple question and statement. Eyes into tight, shaking fists "I-I have no idea what you mean... Please just... Just drive to the restaurant..."

Not that Akio blamed you for such a reaction, this must have been an unusual situation considering no one would dare do this knowing they'd go against Mikey. No one other than him has asked if you were okay because Mikey doesn't allow it.

Akio's expression softened, letting go of the wheel with one of his hands and patted your shoulder as if to comfort you, the simple contact making you heavily flinch and turn your head to look at him in shock, the expression that displayed surprise quickly turned terrified once you processed that someone else other than Mikey dared touch you, you breathed out heavily "N-no..." Again, with that small and scared voice in desperation, Akio ached at the thought of what Mikey had threatened you with to the point you were scared of someone touching you and him finding out about it "I can help you escape this you know, you don't belong here-"

"I belong to him."

Akio frowned at your sudden response, almost as if they were etched to your very soul. Your voice had cracked and you were tightly holding at your chest, slow breathing uneven while forcing yourself to give Akio a light glare "I-I belong to Mikey..." You repeated again in confirmation, yet Akio couldn't sense malicious intent behind the narrowed eyes.

"He hurts you." Akio reminded you, glancing at the traffic signal and finally starting the car once again, driving very slowly to drag this conversations out in hopes of convincing you, not that you had much of a choice "... But he also loves me." You contradicted the other weakly, your glare and demeanor softening once he began driving again, thinking you were going to the restaurant after all.

"That's not love-"

Akio got interrupted when the phone Mikey had given you rang, obviously displaying Mikey's contact name on the screen "Don't pick up." The firm tone made you flinch yet it also stopped thumb from making contact with the screen and answering the call. The phone was probably heavily bugged and only being able to call or receive calls from Mikey and the executives.

Akio knew you were taught by Mikey to follow orders, sure, just MIKEY'S order because no one else would dare talk to you. But what the white haired male had failed to predict was that if someone else told you to do something you would obey them as well because of such taught behavior.

'You shot yourself on the foot with this one.'

You looked back at Akio, fear evident in your eyes but it was unclear if you feared him or the consequences if you didn't pick up Mikey's call, Akio had his bets on the latter "Please don't do this... I-if you take me to the restaurant I won't tell Mikey..." You glanced out of the window while weakly threatening, looking at the roads and Akio appreciated how you listened to him, just holding your phone as it continued to ring. It also confirmed how if he approached this calmly you would listen to him.

"We're not going there... How about we give you a nice place to hide in for the time being until I find a way to make sure you escape Japan, don't you have any relatives that live abroad?" Akio sighed, a small smile playing on his face as he took a different turn than the one he was supposed to, he did already have a small place for you to stay at that was secure enough. And he has already contacted someone you previously had ties with.

Akio knew you wouldn't be easy to convince to leave, all that time with someone like Mikey and how you behaved when Mikey was in a good mood are clear indications that you might have developed Stockholm Syndrome, but because of those punishments your personality had turned more meek and obedient as a result. Akio glanced at your phone once it stopped ringing... Then shortly after it rung again, then stopped. It repeated a few more times as he drove the car on the outskirts of the city and to a more secluded area, only a few cars remaining within the roads in quite a large distance.

Your expression faltered as you stared down at it, looking ready to give in and answer the phone when then non stop messages were sent to you and Akio saw your hands started to tremble from whatever was written "I'll take care of that." And to make sure you didn't get swayed Akio reached in and grabbed your phone, not tearing his eyes away from the road as he rolled down the window of his side, swiftly throwing the phone out much to your surprise.

"I really think this is unnecessary! Please turn back... I-if not he'll be angry." Your voice was calm but the way you sounded so hopeless made Akio sigh, like you knew Mikey would catch up to you sooner or later. He parked the car right in the vacant streets before looking at you. Adrenaline rushing through the male once he faced you without anyone threatening to rip his eyes out. He knew this was a suicide mission but he just couldn't leave you in the hands of Mikey and let you experience hell everyday because Mikey said so.

"Don't you miss your life before Mikey?"

By such a simple question Akio had you stunned, frozen in your seat. Your mouth lightly agape with your pretty [E/C] eyes starring at him in shock. Akio detected you also seemed terrified shortly after.

No sounds were made except for a few cars driving by but Akio couldn't focus on that, he just needed you to admit you wanted to go back, to go away.

But then he saw a forced smile twitching up your lips, tears rolling down your cheeks and Akio perceived your expression as a twisted form of happiness in trying to hide your fear

"No, I don't."

He stared at you with an expressionless gaze then sighed, not surprised yet seeming a little disappointed 'As expected, it's Stockholm Syndrome.'

"... I'm sorry." Your words caught him off guard, Akio wondered if it was because he seemed disappointed, only to notice how your eyes were looking behind him. Realization dawned on the male and the confusion suddenly turned to shock "They-"

His voice was left as a gasp because of how the window got smashed in, Akio wincing after a few broken pieces of the glass stuck on his back, only for the pained sensation to disappear into fear of the hand that grabbed at his hair just like before "I told you before you idiotic fuck." Akio unwillingly glanced behind to look at the person, unsurprisingly it was Sanzu, his exposed arm and hand bleeding from smashing through the window, eyes wide with a crazed glare down at him yet the usual sadistic smile pulled into a grin "If you get too close to them I'll kill you." Sanzu laughed, yanking him forward for a sharp shard of glass still standing on the window to get stuck right on his back.

"Finally!~ I was so sick of you too! And you fucked up in the worst was possible!" The pink haired male announced in twisted joy, momentarily letting go of Akio to open the car door instead. Akio's breathing quickened once he fully processed the situation, hand ever so lightly grazing the shard 'I'm done for huh...' He glanced at you, seeing your apologetic and guilty expression was somehow enough for Akio not to blame you for keeping quiet.

"Look at you, scaring our [Y/N]." Akio heard Sanzu scoff after opening the car door. He then quickly grabbed Akio by the back of his shirt, dragging him out of the car and the impact of getting dropped on his back caused Akio to let out a scream in pain once the shard of glass pushed even further in.

Forcing open his teary eyes Akio saw Sanzu looking back down at him with a grin stretching on his lips "You're fucked." The male laughed and covered Akio's face with a cloth, forcing him to breath in chloroform and despite struggling to get up Sanzu made sure to nearly suffocate him for minutes until he passed out.

Sanzu threw the cloth away, his fits of giggles stopping, gaze suddenly void of emotion as he stared at Akio "Fucker." The pink haired male glared, grabbing the passed out Akio by the collar and swinging his fist right at his face "How." Another punch "Fucking." Akio got punched yet again "Dare. You. Take. My. [Y/N]." The words dripped venom, his breathing heavy as Sanzu punched with each word he spat out.

"Poor thing." Your calm gaze was averted from Sanzu punching Akio to the other side once someone opened the car door and most likely refered to you "You can't catch a break huh sunshine?" You stared at Koko through tired eyes as he held a hand for you to take. Once you did he helped you out of the car and steady on your feet, patting your head while smiling gently "You did good, distracting him enough without much fight until we reached you." You simply nodded at the praise and glanced at your surroundings, seeing everyone already here.

"Dumbass wouldn't have guessed the car was bugged huh?" Rindou laughed with a grin and grabbed Sanzu's arm, stopping him from punching Akio any further in his crazed rage "Let go. This fucker dared take [Y/N] away from us." Sanzu didn't break his glare from Akio's unconscious body but his calm voice held a promised threat towards Rindou, trying to tug his arm away from the other "Calm down Sanzu, remember what Mikey said, we can't kill him yet. Besides, [Y/N] is still here." Ran hummed playfully as he grabbed Sanzu's other arm to help Rindou, making sure he wouldn't have the entire fun of killing the person who dared kidnap you.

Ran glanced at you after his words and once seeing that you were looking back at him he happily waved, the cold glint in his eyes betraying the otherwise cheery expression "See? They're fine." Sanzu looked back at you as well and you had to force yourself to smile and wave back at the three. The pink haired male huffed and calmed his tense body, once the brothers let go of him though he gave Akio one last kick and walked away while mumbling out a string of curses, going to the car to take out the rope and tape.

Your soft giggle made them smile, yes you were fine. Nobody had taken you away. You heard footsteps approaching you, not surprised once seeing it was Mikey. Without even a command or look Koko retracted his hands from you the second Mikey opened his arms, and just like with Kokonoi, Mikey didn't have to say anything as you quickly walked over to him to give him a hug. The pleased hum from Mikey relaxed your tense body as you knew you weren't in trouble.

"Things like this sure are annoying huh angel?" Mikey asked in an irritated mumble and you fastly agreed by wordlessly nodding, head buried on Mikey's shoulder "Looks like I have to keep you safe for a while again, but you don't blame me right? You know this is for your own good." Mikey's hand gently rubbed your back as if to show comfort but you knew what it meant. You'd be locked in again for a while to calm Mikey's nerves and to make sure you were safe.

"Of course I don't blame you Manjiro, you love me the most after all... I know you do it to keep me safe." Your sweet whisper caused Mikey to smile, giving your body a tight squeeze as he titled his head to kiss your forehead "You're such a good angel [Y/N]~ When I get back I'll get you a present." The white haired male giggled and leaned away, cupping your face with both his hands to make you look at him, smiling once the warmth from your cheeks damp because of the tears met his cold hands "You must've been scared being alone with that bastard, but don't worry, I'll take care of him." He then gently kissed your eye lids before motioning for Kakucho to come closer.

You glanced at the scarred man once he approached, immediately taking notice of how the other was giving you a sympathetic expression in response as Mikey carefully pushed you closer to him "Make sure [Y/N] gets back home safely and relaxes." Kakucho nodded at the order, he glanced back at you and his gaze softened "Come on [Y/N], how about I run you a bath and get you some food too?" Kakucho suggested while leading you to his car, you gave one last glance to the man that tried -rescuing- kidnapping you before looking back at Kakucho and nodding "Thanks Kaku-chan, I'd like that." Your soft voice melted away at the sudden agitation Kakucho had when you looked to the person '[Y/N] is nice like that, always caring even for the lowest trash.' Kakucho sighed, reminding himself as he opened the car door for you.

'Which is why we need to get rid of fuckers who take advantage of them.'

Sanzu used the handle of his katana to hit Akio on the head and wake him up, the man groaned in pain as his eyes opened, didn't take long for him to realize he was strapped to a chair in a very familiar environment, the smell of blood and rotting corpses all but assaulted his sense this early on despite how Akio was used to them.

"Morning you bastard, took you a day to wake up huh?" Sanzu smirked down at him, one hand on his hip while the other holding his katana, the gleeful sadism displayed on his face caused Akio's heart to stop, knowing what's to come for him.

But like always he accepted it, he adapted to it. He knew what was going to come for him if he messed with you. But he still did it. And now he doesn't mind his fate being sealed by trying to rescue you, at least he tried.

"I don't regret it."

Those four words halted Sanzu's smirk, the lips dropping into a thin line as the eyes got wide, shaky pupils contracted, glaring at him in all his insane glory because the male wasn't pleading and pathetically crying.

Akio didn't waver, easily tearing his eyes away to glance at the others in the room, all of the executives were present. Rindou and Mochizuki seemed appalled, shocked at the gall Akio had to not regret trying to take you away. Mostly mirroring Sanzu's expression after what he had claimed.

Meanwhile Ran, Takeomi, Kakucho and Kokonoi gazed at him with a bored expression like he was nothing but trash that should be thrown out, irritated at how Akio hasn't learned what he did wrong.

Only Mikey's back faced him, the leader was staring at his phone and his body was unmoving, whatever Akio could glimpse of the screen was moving as if it was a video 'Probably live camera footage.' Mikey was observing you.

"... Ahh you pathetic fool." Takeomi started with an irritated sigh.

"The fuck did you just say!?"

"I see you're more of an idiotic lowlife than expected."

"Fuck off, did you say that because you love them or something!"

"Just because [Y/N] showed you some sympathy doesn't mean they care about you."

"They shouldn't associate themselves with trash like you in the first place but they couldn't help it because they felt bad, do you think you mean something to them?"

"Wipe that smug look off your face dipshit." Sanzu grabbed Akio's jaw and forced the male to look at him, being met with an infuriated Sanzu staring down at him Akio should be scared but he felt... Nothing "Do you think acting brave will lessen your punishment? You should be begging fo-"

"Oh shut up already!" Akio yelled at him, catching Sanzu off guard for the first time ever by how the pink haired man flinched in surprise at the unusual display of bravery "You've been insulting me all this time but what about you huh!? You think [Y/N] loves you from their own free will? I KNOW what happened." Akio snapped back at him with a snarl, eyes narrowing into a glare as he leaned on the chair, almost seeming like he was relaxing and in controll "I did some research of my own and guess what I found, [Y/N] was an old friend of yours who went abroad and lost contact, and when you found their whereabouts again you ripped them away from their family and dragged them to the depths of the underworld because of your selfishness."

Akio scoffed, noticing the agitation of everyone in the room grow tenfold because of what he revealed "I thought it was just Mikey but apperantly no. All you sick fucks are obsessed with [Y/N]! Even though they want nothing to do with you after the bullshit you pulled. Killing their whole family? Dumbasses. Then their fiance right in front of them? Idiots."

The second he finished his sentence Sanzu punched him on the face, a sickening crack being heard shortly after and followed by Akio's pained yelp and groan because of the broken nose "Shut up..." Sanzu glared down at him, Akio detected how desperate the male seemed "Shut up... Shut up! [Y/N] loves us. They wan-"

"No the fuck they don't." Akio shot back confidently, not minding the pain. He was going to die anyways right? Might as well make it worth it- in fact might as well talk so much shit they get angry and kill him immediately. He knew their weak spot anyways; You.

"[Y/N] doesn't WANT anything to do with you, they don't want you and they definitely don't want anything to do with Mikey either-"

"Ahh so annoying." Mikey finally spoke after the prolonged silence, Akio noticed how the executives suddenly held themselves back from shooting Akio off once Mikey spoke 'Probably knew what I wanted to do by ending it quickly.' Akio huffed in annoyance, eyes glued on Mikey once Mikey got up from where he sat and turned to face Akio, Akio expected a glare but instead all Mikey was doing was SMILING at him. Yet the smile was cold and so out of place as he walked closer to Akio.

"Stop that. You're freaking me out." Sanzu snapped to look at Akio in shock once the tied down male snarled in disgust, quickly raising his fist up to hit Akio again from anger only for Mikey to grab Sanzu's wrist and hold him in place easily "Quit it. Let me talk to him." Akio noticed how Sanzu's hand trembled, actually having a bit of difficulty to calm down because of the rage the pink haired male experienced once Akio was so rude to Mikey. But of course he calmed down and listened to his leader.

Akio knitted his brows in confusion when Mikey got in front of him after Sanzu stepped away to give him room, the white haired male was still smiling but then something changed. Mikey's lips then pulled into a grin with his eyes narrowing, dark pools of nothingness staring down at Akio in mockery, sickening giggled following after "So you love [Y/N] too huh... With such a pathetic crush, do you think you'd have a chance of taking them away?"

Akio stared in confusion, especially when Sanzu let out a loud laugh "Ahhh so you DO have a crush on [Y/N]?~" He had been focusing on Mikey but finally noticed the pills on Sanzu's hand. Of course "Ugh, that's gross." Rindou's voice quickly sounded in the form of a gag, disgusted at the thought "Greedy bastards like him don't know when to stop huh?" Kokonoi snickered as he talked with Mochi "He's stupid and weak too, obviously he wouldn't think this was a trap from the beginning." Were... Were they bullying him? Mikey snickered as he heard the talk down from his executives "Hmm~ I knew it. You're always staring at me and [Y/N] during meetings. Is that it? Were you jealous?"

Akio's eye twitched at the proud tone in Mikey's voice "Pfft- Haha!~ Pathetic~" Ran snickered with a grin while Sanzu was full on laughing "Dumb kid." Takeomi sounded like he was too tired of this bullshit, just like Akio was but he heard even Takeomi and Kakucho snickering. Mikey sighed, a helpless nonchalant expression on his face "We put you into a trap and you really fell for it, your stupid crush was really hopeless from the beginning you kn-"

"What does th-"

As soon as Akio started talking, Mikey swiftly grabbed one of the surgical knives set as a torture tool close by and slashed at his face, the sudden scar bleeding out from the left side of his forehead, down his left eye then tilting to the side to run across the top part of his lip. And Akio let out a scream in surprise once blood and tears covered his vision, the sight from his left eye dimming into nothingness.

"I'm not done talking you fucker."

There it was again, Akio felt sick to his stomach at the sudden switch of such intense emotions. And despite panting and staying unfocused from the pain, Mikey's voice grabbed at his attention with little to no problem, with the little vision he had Akio saw the expression Mikey glared down at him with as irritated and disgusted. Even after he had come to terms with the fact he'd die, when Akio returned his sight on Mikey the glare from the invincible leader caused Akio to coil back in fear against his will "You DO love them. Which is why you did this."

Mikey told him as if he knew better, as if he knew Akio inside and out when it came to [Y/N] "You want to take them away because you thought you knew better and you loved them more... My angel being loved by someone so pathetic and weak willed like you... It disgusts me." Mikey's hands clenched into a tight fists, the free hand lifted up and was swiftly brought down to a powerful punch, and unlike with Sanzu, Akio let out another scream in sheer pain from the sensation, blood oozing out of his mouth and nose, and despite the weak, tear filled gaze Akio noticed a small drop of white on the floor, only recognizing it as his tooth a few seconds later.

"... Y-you're a monster..." The sudden words caused the air around them to grow tense. Akio snickered, then laughed as he looked at Mikey, his body trembling "You c-can... Say what you want but it's clear right?" Akio's heart thumped in it's place, threatening to jump out at the sight of Mikey glaring at him just like before, the trash talk and laughter from the executives stopping, even Sanzu paused to stare at Akio with an unsettling look "Only reason you lock them up and keep everyone away is because you KNOW if [Y/N] had any chance to leave they would... Since they wouldn't want to love a monster like you right?"

"... You're wrong." Akio let out a laugh at Mikey's response, the undeniable anger and desperation in Mikey's eyes was nothing but pure satisfaction at its finest "[Y/N] loves me! They love us. If yo-"

"They don't. You've just broken them down to a point where they have no choice but to love you. From now on, Manjiro Sano, you better remember that [Y/N] would never choose to love any of you, ESPECIALLY not you!"

Then Akio finally stopped, growing tired from the yelling he just did and hung his head low, panting, knowing the glares that were sent to him already sealed his fate and the growls only made him shudder in from what torture is to come. Yet he felt relieved, his heart beating peacefully after he finally spat out what he had been meaning to for these past two months.

"Mikey just let me kill him already!"

"The king said to wait but... But that fucker is so... Ahh fuck... To say that about my [Y/N]..."

Rindou's unrestrained need to shed blood and Sanzu's obsessive mumbling was rather annoying, couldn't they just kill him already?

"[Y/N]... Is the light of my life you know..."

Then Mikey spoke again, staring at Akio with that same nonchalant and uninterested expression, the Bonten leader bit back a snarl when a small tingle of sanity inside him agreed with what Akio claimed.

"They're the light of our life... They might not choose to love us now but they did choose to love us before. I just..."

Akio's eyes widened at the words, especially the somewhat soft expression that appeared on Mikey's face. Yet just when Akio thought that maybe Mikey was more aware of the fucked up situation, that he just needed some help, that he DID love you deep down but was swayed by the executives to do this, the hope was ripped away from him when the white haired male giggled and started fidgeting with the other surgical equipments not too far away 'Ah... A prolonged torture huh...'

"I just thought if I teach them again how to love me they will. And they do love me now." Mikey's smile was insanity itself as he looked back at Akio.

"Anyone who doesn't love them as much as we do can just go and rot." Ran's light sadistic chuckle sounded out, the executives stared in delighted glee as Mikey took the first step on punishing the person who dared take you away.

"As long as [Y/N] loves me, as long as they look only at me. I'll even break their legs so they don't leave. But breaking their mind instead did the trick pretty well~"

Your closed eyes squinted lightly, lips pursing once cold fingers gently caressed your cheek, smearing a certain liquid that prickled annoyingly at your skin until you finally opened your eyes, unsurprisingly being met with Mikey's face the second your tired half lidded gaze cleared up.

Mikey smiled once seeing your lovely [E/C] on him, retracting his hand and you ignored the fact it was bloody "Mikey..." The smile noticeably fell when you called out to him and you let out a sleepy whine to indicate you weren't well awake yet "Manjiro, when did you come back...?" You quickly corrected your mistake, reaching out to gently cup his face with one hand, Mikey seemed content enough with your action and nuzzled your warm hand.

The small blood splatters on his face seemed to rub off on your hand "I came back just now. Did you miss me?~" Mikey asked jokingly while putting his hand on top of yours, holding it still as he tilted his head to give your palm a soft kiss. You stared at the adoring expression on Mikey's face. The doubts from before disappearing.

"I couldn't sleep well without you here 'Jiro." You answered back with a giggle, the respon only making Mikey happier. He pushed your hand behind him and started leaning down, instantly knowing what to do, you hugged his neck as Mikey started peppering your face with kisses, his hand gently cupping your face and then patting your hair "Couldn't sleep well without me? Do you love me that much?~" The teasing words caused you to giggle, especially once he kissed down your neck to tickle you "Mhm!~"

Mikey's face warmed up to a light pink, the soft smile settling on his face pleasantly. Having left his executives to deal with the scrap after Mikey himself got his anger out. But once Mikey leaned up to get a better look at you again his expression fell. Eyes going wide and smile faltering at now realizing he had gotten that pest's blood all over you while kissing and touching you.

'He's close to you again...' Mikey clenched his jaw, glaring down in annoyance "Filthy..." He uttered in disdain as his hands behind to shake, he wanted to tear you apart because of being so close with that fucker even though Akio's supposed to be dead now.

Your breathing stopped for a moment but Mikey's hand sliding from your cheek to your neck and grasping it quickly brought you back to reality "Saying I'm filthy... You're so mean." But all you did was pout, thankfully the tears bubbling up on your eyes because of fear helped to add to the effect and Mikey stilled at your words.

The uncaring features softened into an apologetic look "I didn't mean you darling, I'm sorry."

"Make it up to me then."

"What do you want? I'll get you anything." Mikey quickly gave into your playfully demanding tone so he could gain forgiveness, only for your pout to turn into a shy smile "Let's have a bath together! You're also a little dirty so I can help you wash up as well." You giggled jokingly and reached up to poke his cheek, making sure it was a spot that wasn't stained with blood.

Mikey blinked in surprise at your request before his face heated up into a bright red "[Y/N]~" The man all but whined softly and leaned down to nuzzle at your chest "I love you~" You chuckled and patted his head, expression quickly faltering into discomfort when he wasn't looking "I love you too."

Mikey smiled peacefully and stood up from the bed, wrapping his arms around you and easily picking you up bridal style "I took care of the trash." He finally informed you while walking to the bathroom, his eyes met yours, a confused smile on your face as you tilted your head and nodded "Good job~" You laid your head on his shoulder, Mikey observed your calmly smiling expression and grinned in victory, eyes cold and uncaring.

'See? [Y/N] probably doesn't even remember you. They will continue to love only me even if I have to break them completely.'

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oneshot #yandere tokyo revengers x reader #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere tokyo rev #yandere tokrev #yandere mikey #yandere manjiro sano #yandere manjiro sano x reader #yandere mikey x reader #platonic yandere

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abyssmare · 9 months

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Kazui Sexuality Analysis

For the past few months, i’ve convinced multiple people that Kazui Mukuhara is gay— and with the introduction of the Cat MV, I felt it’d be good to make a master list documenting exactly why the theory came across. Primarily to indoctrinate people. Sorry. Thank you @prisoner-000 for helping me with this! >_< ( Despite me initially being the one indoctrinating you lol! )

TW : Open talk discussing Suicide.

WARNING : Spoilers for Trial 2.

Welcome to the ride.

Also I forget Hinako canonically has a name so she’s referred to as “his wife” the whole time. Oops..

Let’s start with the First Trial Voice Drama: “Gouging in the Night” / “Another Night”.

With this being an introductory voice drama, it’s hard to necessarily gauge much of the depth regarding Kazui’s character, but we do get our first introductory to his heavily emphasized ‘lying’ aspect of his character. We also get multiple instances in which he identifies adults with being those that cannot act on their emotions, as Kazui did, because in doing so makes them ‘weak’. Es refers to Kazui as someone with a fake smile, that’s been “consciously crafted to show himself a certain way”, which can be common in those that have experiences having to mask their identity due to a rough home-life / lack of being understood by peers around them.

“What's so good about it? I don't like this.It's just a fake smile that you've consciously crafted to show yourself in a certain way. You're acting based on how you want others to see you - your face clearly shows that you're lying.”

“This is, this is.... You're pretty strict. * Laughs* it's not like I'm not scared at all, either. But I've got the responsibility that comes with being older, too - even in an abnormal situation like this, there's no way I could just let myself panic in front of the kids. Well, even if it's fake, adults need to keep up a smile... in order to not let you young ones down, you know.”

Having to keep up a ‘mask’/‘facade’ in order to keep those around him happy.

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“If you say that I'm lying.. You might just be right. Unfortunately, once you're an adult, you get very good at lying.”

“.. Adults, huh?”

Another brief mention of ‘lying’ being natural for adults.

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“I... see. It might be as you say. We just become more and more passive to avoid causing pain. Yeah... that's right. It's true that my lies killed her, and even now, I still haven't changed. No, that's not it - I can't change because I was already born this way. But... Don't talk big without even knowing a thing about my feelings, kid.”

“...Nice to meet you, Kazui Mukuhara, it feels like I've finally come face to face with you. Well met, I am Es, the prison guard of MILGRAM.”

“* Exhales, chuckles * Such a fashionable way of greeting, huh? Well, hopefully, you won't come to regret this. These kinds of relationships tend to bring pain with them.”

Despite his wife dying, he says he has not changed, despite all the guilt he supposedly holds for her suicide.

A vague remark regarding their relationship being inherently ‘painful’, despite it being shown that they seemed happy in their relationship. This is emphasized in the “Cat” MV, where you get a better glimpse at their personal relationship.

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“As you know, with this personality of mine... I have trouble talking to others about myself openly. I guess, despite physically being as big as I am, I've still got a cowardly side to myself.”

“I'm not interested in your self-deprecation.”

“There's something I'm thinking about now, with this situation... I... all of my sins and weaknesses that I've been hiding... I might have been subconciously waiting for for someone to forcibly uncover them all along.”

He has been “subconsciously waiting for someone to forcibly uncover them,” which implies a sense of relief when he is finally uncovered as a liar. He would not have to show face, or lie about himself.

This is common in gay people who cannot reveal their identity due to negative reception/social status. It is easier to hide than it is to reveal and be honest with those around you, though that relief would still exist.

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The “Half” MV.

the title for half could easily be showing a one-sided love— only one ‘half’ sharing that love.

“If only your heart would change, but that’s not possible.”

Here we begin with the first bits of implication, and strongly at that. The description of the video highlights a lyrical piece I believe is incredibly important— as I personally believe it’s him speaking to himself. He had no reason for his wife to have a change of heart, he is shaming himself here. He has openly stated he dislikes himself, so it’s not necessarily surprising.

“Laughing together, side by side, this distance in our relationship is misleading me. Is this what happiness is?”

Under the idea that Kazui seeked compassion and love in a relationship, as it’s hinted at in “Cat”, it’s likely around this time that he actually began to realize that he had struggled to be attracted to her beyond face value. What he lists is not inherently romantic, and in fact can be viewed as a lyric about a best friend whom viewed him as a lover.

“Where did I go wrong? Probably from the beginning,

Please tell me what I should do, feelings shrouded in lies will float away and disappear”

He’s beginning to understand that his feelings aren’t attraction to her, but built up on the ideal of what attraction should be. Kazui mentions that his parents would be disappointed in him now— and that begs the question, why? His life was generally exactly as you’d expect if not more from an adult man. He seemed to have a well-off job, a loving wife, and the only thing missing is a lack of kids. There was nothing there to disappoint them in the first place.

“I could try you, and I could touch you, but you probably wouldn’t notice

I understand that this love is out of bounds, so nothing has to change”

After these lines, likely referencing Kazui’s inability to grasp their relationship romantically, he is shown to stare up at his audience member self. I am under the belief that there are two Kazui’s: the one masking his sexuality, and the other painfully aware of it. The ‘actor’ (masking) one proceeds to gesture his head over for the audience member to proceed to the right— and this is where he sees it.

The “Forbidden Fruit” Motif

This will be referenced in both MV’s.

It’s hard to explain the origin of the “Forbidden Fruit” idea, but the generalized concensus for the usage of this motif in media is the following :

As a metaphor outside of the Abrahamic religions, the phrase typically refers to any indulgence or pleasure that is considered illegal or immoral.

Kazui’s forbidden fruit motif is intense. The representation of it through a green apple is something he finds with distaste, stepping away from it and staring aghast.

“All this time till now has hurt me. The scales of my heart has decided to sway.”

Kazui is unhappy. He is admitting to that unhappiness, even being pictured in the MV as this is when he confessed to his wife.

“If continuing to hide is called unhappiness, not even one word will get to you.”

I’m not sure what to make of the second part, I believe to an extent this is her ‘denial’ of his feelings. A fear that this is happening, something that is truly real. Kazui openly states he’s unhappy, and she cannot fathom that. Reasonably so.

“I’m sure nothing will change and we’ll laugh together and call each other stupid names.

So many things I wish I hadn’t known, i’m just a coward.

Why is it questioning me now?”

Kazui wished to remain friends. And that broke her. That broke her enough to which she ended up committing suicide. He was oblivious, and let his emotional side get to him— this is why he insists on the fact he “failed when he prioritized his emotions.”

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The Birthday Art

For their birthdays in 2021, Milgram released art + merch with the characters, with flowers representative of aspects of their characters. Flower meaning plays a large role in this.

Kazui has a spiderwort on his vest. This can be representative of “wisdom” or “I respect you, but not in love”. Uh.. do I really have to hyper-analyze this?

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Second Trial Voice Drama : “ Imposter Boulevard “

FINALLY. Dead confirmation that the cheating theories are entirely false— which begs the question of ‘What the hell is going on with this man?’ … You know why we’re here.

In this voice drama, i’d argue he’s incredibly open about the fact there’s more to him than we initially believed. Thank you Onigiriico for the translations!

“That’s ridiculous. If you can save someone by telling a lie, that’s what you should do.”

“However… You killed someone with your lies, didn’t you?”

“… Ah… You forgave me, didn’t you? Aren’t you being especially strict towards me?”

He admits that lying in order to save someone is where his moral compass lies.

“Marriage is something that both partners want equally, isn’t it? It’s something you can’t do if only one person wants it. Deciding to treat it as a punishment all on your own… You’re making a mockery out of it.”

“I really am. Ah… She must have thought so as well. My wife, that is.”

“I’ve said this before: You’re a liar. Those lies have killed a person.”

No notes. You get it.

“I despise myself for lying, too. Being a liar, you see – it’s painful.”

“Heh. Then just–“

“So I’ve tried to change! I’ve tried to change. I have tried to stop lying to myself and others!”

“…”

“I’ve confided in others. I’ve tried to be myself! I’ve tried to just be the way I was born!”

“…Hey, Kazui–“

“It’s not my lies that killed her. She’s dead because I stopped lying to her! If I had just kept lying- She wouldn’t have died…!”

The implication that he has had to ‘confide’ in others, attempting to be himself rather than the masking he has done all his life.. and now here he is, in Milgram, reminded of his past. Hauntingly, almost.

“All the lies I’ve told are tying me down. Ever since I was little, I’ve never truly opened myself to anyone. But in the end, people can’t be saved if they don’t [open up]. And by now, it’s gotten to a point where I can’t do it by myself anymore…”

( machinery whirrs, bell rings )

“I did think Milgram would be able to force its way past that, though.”

He’s hidden he was gay since he was a child, but he knows the Milgram Prison of all things can dig into his memory and force him to confess.

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The “Cat” MV.

With the active removal of the ‘cheating’ theory people centrically revolved towards, the introduction of the “Cat” MV was something i’ve been looking forward to for a while now due to the possibilities that it contained. And possibilities it showed, investing in the origin of the couple we’ve been following for so long. Two coworkers turned into a married couple, happily together with one ‘small’ issue. Kazui seems to recognize that his feelings for hers do not match what she wishes.. after they’re married.

“I just wanted to touch, to caress, i just wanted to be touched. So it’s wrong? Shove that!”

“If it’s for the sake of true love, who wouldn’t lis for that?”

Kazui is seeking attention. He views romantic relationships as capable of giving him that, and assumed that’s what the relationships entail. In doing so, he’s indirectly ‘using’ her for the romantic aspects he’s unaware he doesn’t reciprocate. He views this as the normality for relationships, assumably having not been in many before then.

“Love (plus) Destiny = Crap

Smash it, shatter it, bye-bye

That sticky-sweet sequence: Dinner + Camouflage + You-Know-What

Loving Affection (minus) Love

Victim and Perpetrator, let’s keep it simple”

A long collective of lines, but it’s perfectly representative of what I previously stated. Kazui cannot understand what is meant to be a romantic relationship. In discovering what he believes to be one, he lashes out, assuming that relationships are something that he deem more inconvenient than the exciting things that are talked about in stories.

This is where Kazui begins to realize he is not happy in his relationship, and it is not because of his wife. And of course, in response to this distress— not too long later in the video, the green apple returns.

The return of the “Forbidden Fruit”, a constant reminder that he is living a lie. I don’t believe this is directly meant to symbolize his homosexuality, but rather the aspects of it he is trying to ignore. He is hiding the things he knows will hurt her, even if it hurts him. As stated in one of the lines during this sequence:

“All the things I wanna do that I can’t say out loud, I gotta keep it inside and act.”

He has conformed to the idea of just being another actor playing his role in life. This will crumble soon. For both their sakes.

Quickly, the sequence shifts once again to Kazui’s inner dialogue.

“I can’t stop, I can’t be normal

This feeling, it can’t be gratified

This feeling, it yearns to be satisfied”

Kazui yearns for what he can’t have: a relationship where he shares the feelings his partner does. He yearns to love and be loved. He is an adult, far too late in his life ( in his eyes ) to do so. It’d be selfish to turn back now and begin a new life, but it’s just as painful to live a lie of loving someone he just is not capable of loving. This is why the sequence breaks so quickly.

He cannot confide in the smoking he is indulging in to cope, quickly taking the animal and taking a bite, representative of him tearing their marriage apart by his ‘confession’.

“I want to be loved, just like a cat”

And then his wife is shown to die, him bloodied from the animal and nothing but the facade left in the dust.

Kazui Mukuhara and Hinako Mukuhara were never meant to love. But in Kazui’s desperation, and Hinako’s love, they’ve created a lavender marriage(1) webbed in lies and deception— and the only way a love story like this ends is in tragedy.

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Interrogation Notables

Who do you respect?

“You wouldn’t know them, but I have a childhood friend. I really look up to them. Sorry for bringing up someone you have no clue about.”

Do note that this “childhood friend” he briefly mentions has had he/him pronouns in a few translations. It is also notable that he mentions said childhood friend owns a boat. And guys like boats idk im grasping for straws here as usual

Is your family proud of you?

“No. They must find me embarrassing.”

Logic or Emotion, which do you prioritize more?

“I’ve failed before when prioritizing emotions. I’ll never act on my feelings again.”

Do you like yourself?

“Well, not really.”

If the world were to end tomorrow, what would you do?

“Relax and go traveling, I guess. That childhood friend I talked about before has a boat.”

Do you regret your “murder”?

“I do regret it. I should’ve continued to just pile up my lies.”

Do you want to be forgiven?

“I don’t know. I do think I want my weakness to be accepted, if I were to be honest.”

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Extra Speculation/Key Notes

The René Magritte painting comparison is something that’s notably been pointed out since Cat’s release, being that one of the shots mimics a painting of René Magritte’s very closely— though, one would mark it as coincidence, the comparison and meaning behind the piece actually makes it appear intentional.

The meaning behind the painting ‘The Son of the Man’, or in Margritte’s words, is “Everything we see hides something else. We always want to see what is hidden with what we see but this is not possible. Humans hide their secrets very well.” This is clearly intentional, given Kazui’s open inability to just confess to his ‘lying’ himself- entrusting on Milgram to open up his mind and make him confess to something he has hidden ‘since he was young’.

The “bartender”, or as the fandom has dubbed him “Kazui’s gay lover”, is a very popular outsider character to Milgram due to his seemingly close connection to Kazui. He is shown in both the “Half” and “Cat” as a sort of friend to him— a connection to the bar he is familiar with, and even resorts to in rough times. In the “Half” MV he is notably missing a wedding ring, whilst at the “Cat” wedding he is wearing one.

Many people theorize that Kazui recognized he had feelings for this man, and that was his way of recognizing that he was gay, whilst the feelings were unreciprocated due to him being assumably married. In a shot in “Cat”, Kazui is seen staring into a glass, although it’s unknown where or whom he is speaking to. A line says the following:

“Hey, so what if I said I like-liked you, what would you do?”

This is post-wedding, clearly thanks to Kazui’s scuffed appearance. But that is in no-way you would speak to your wife, is it not? It is easy to assume that he is speaking to the bartender in this instance.

DO NOTE : It is possible the bartender is not featured in the “Cat” MV, and it happens to be a design incredibly similar. He was in the center of the shot though, and that’d be an insane coincidence IMO.

@prisoner-000 : “ The roles he takes on in the play (Soldier, office worker, host) are anchored in masculinity, at least in their societal perceptions. His actor costume is supposed to represent his status as an actor even more clearly. (There seems to be a recurring motif of him as an “actor”). “

@prisoner-000 : Portal interaction addition.

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I LOVE YOU KAZUI! 🫡🏳️‍🌈

I hope this does him justice..

I put a lot of effort into this, it would mean a lot if you interacted so more people could see. Thank you for reading!!

#milgram #kazui mukuhara #mukuhara kazui #very mixed on how i feel #but innocent imo #007 #i forgot his prison number

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I want to nerd out for a few minutes here:

In his interview with Drumeo II said about the process of coming up with drum parts for the music:

“Most, if not, all of the time, I try to pay close attention to the vocals and figure out any specific syllables that can benefit from accents on the kit. I sometimes use the vocal line as a guide of sorts to dance in between what's being sung to. Filling in those gaps. Typically speaking, songs don't start from a particular drum part. Although, this isn't necessarily deliberate. Another element I look for when writing are any specific syncopations that the drums must match. This could be a pattern on the guitar, a breakdown of some sorts or something electronic. But I feel this takes away a lot of the guesswork when initially writing parts and provides me with a clearer idea of the song in question.”

This made me think of something.

I once saw a video by Adam Neely. It was about something in American Hip Hop Music called “scotch snaps”.

The way that we speak has something to do with the music that we write.

Here is some science stuff about what I mean. I took that from Adam's video which I will link.

This rhythm of a metrically accented sixteenth note followed by a dotted eighth note has a name. It's called the scotch snap, named because of its use in traditional Scottish song and dance, as well as the Lallans Scottish accent.

So why is this rhythm showing up so much now in American pop music?

Well, it might have something to do with how Americans speak English.

A foot is a basic unit of rhythm used in language.

A trochee is a foot that has a stressed syllable followed by a weak syllable. So, for example, Teenage, mutant, ninja, turtles. The stressed syllable in this case falls on what we might consider the musical Downbeat. In many dialects of English, the accented syllable is very short. One corpus study suggested that among European languages, English had the highest percentage of patterns with very short stressed syllables, many as short as100 milliseconds.

This number is significant in music making, because a hundred milliseconds corresponds to the length of a sixteenth note at 140 beats per minute. As L.A. Buckner on PBS Sound Field has mentioned, modern trap hip-hop tempos range from about 110 beats per minute to 140 beats per minute. So what this means is that by using the cadences of certain English trochees, we will naturally, in fact, tap trap rap Scotch snaps.

Now, the average distance between short and long sounds in a given dialect can be measured by something called the Normalized Pairwise Variability Index, otherwise known as the NPVI.

We alternate very quickly between short sounds and long sounds. Latin languages with lower NPVI, like Spanish, often use the foot of an Amphibrach, or a stressed syllable placed in between two unstressed syllables. For example, Lo siento, te quiero, el mundo, mañana. The rhythms used in modern Spanish rap follow that pattern, like in the song Mi Gente, which itself is an Amphibrach. (which leads to reageton) It would make sense that the rhythmic characteristics of languages would be reflected in the vocal rhythms of rappers and singers, right?

It just kind of makes sense.

But what's interesting is that those very characteristics might show up also in the music itself.

For example, consider the Dembo drum groove, characteristic to Caribbean-derived Spanish hip-hop and pop music. (reageton)

The English musicologist, Gerald Abraham, would write that the nature of a people's language inevitably affects the nature of its music, not only in obvious and superficial ways, but fundamentally. Some interesting new research has actually backed that up.

One study found that the NPVI of American jazz musicians and their speech patterns was reflected in their musical choices, how quickly they switched between different subdivisions.

Thank you very much Adam Neely.

I love his videos.

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#music lovers #music theory #sleep token ii #sleep token #Youtube

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shutupheathersorryheatherr · 1 year

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Dreams, Sofas, and Whines:

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so a little bit ago I stumbled across some smut writing prompts and i couldn't stop thinking about them + Kevin and well... it kinda just spiraled from there

promts: "care to help me out?", " Were you dreaming about me again?"

waningz: Oral sex (f receiving), kissing, smut in general, Kevin being not confident in his oral skills lol, sex dreams, couch sex, cursing, clit kissing? Kevin & y/n are fwb, verrry slightly hinted at romantic feelings, afab reader, Kevin’s parents think something’s goin on between y’all (idk if that’s a warning just wanted to put it in there), reader fooling themself into think they don’t wanna fuck Kevin, lots of talk about boners lol, first time having sex with each other, Kevin comes in his pants (no idea what thats called), slight overstim (m receiving), dry humping, switching positions? Don't think there's any mention of reader having tits but reader does have a vagina, finger sucking, Kevin asks reader to guide him as he’s eating them out, hand job, cum eating, reader calls Kevin good boy, and Kevin calls reader sweetheart, mentions of food and talking about kevins hands around a cup with condensation, kevins hands? I’m sorry it’s not edited well :( AND PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PUT AN AGE INDICATOR IN YOUR BIO SAYING YOURE NOT. A. MINOR!! BEFORE INTERACTING OR ELSE I WILL BLOCK YOU

You and Kevin are friends. No, scratch that, you're best friends. You care about each other more than anything. You've made friends with his parents by now, laughing whenever they send both you suspicious glances and or ever sent the guy a thumbs up whenever you two paired off from y'all's little group. You brushed those little things off with the thought that it was all fun and games. That yeah, all good parents do that with their child's friends. And you know what they say; all the good and more easily believed lies are based in some sort of truth.

The truth was: you knew you were fooling yourself. The thought that your own mind was subconsciously covering up thoughts of him... that had been lingering for a while now. And you knew why you acted that way-- repressing thoughts of his fingers on you, in you, dragging themselves all over you, preferably leaving a trail of his cum in their wake. And the worst thing was, you had these thoughts at the weirdest and most inconvenient times. But you were going off on another tangent. It seems to happen a lot because of the man. Especially right now, which you were brought back to. The reality you were trying to escape from; with his fingers wrapped around a fast-food soda cup, condensation dripping onto his fingers. And fuck, he just wont let go of the thing. He claimed he was thirsty. And you knew he wasn't bluffing. Believe me, you kept your eye of if he drank water that day.

Mostly because you cared for him greatly, but a little sliver of you, the part that knew why your mind was a pot bubbling over when you were around him, wanted to see his fingers wrapped around his canteen or up. But you'd never say that aloud. At least no yet.

You're on your sofa. It's quiet, but not awkward. It's as comfortable as it could be/ Due to his busy all the time schedule, you don't get time like this to just enjoy each other's company in relative silence much. So you're both intent to enjoy it while it lasts. You just weren't prepared to enjoy it as much as you did then. Because somewhere along the way of lazily talking you noticed that Kevin hadn't responded for a while. It wasn't necessarily new. You were both tired, and maybe he just wanted to wait until you were done taking to say anything. But at the second time you called his name. Softly, just in case he was sleeping. You noticed how relaxed he was on his side of the sofa, slumped against the arm rest and pillow clutched to his front. He looked so calm and peaceful and quite frankly beautiful, you thought

A second later you realized that people who really were just friends and only thought about themselves and their relationship that way didn’t stare like that at each other and think those things. So you tossed you blanket off and laid it over his sleeping form. You had suspected he'd stay the night because of how late it was anyways. And how it was the weekend. But why did your mind suddenly flash to both of you, in your bed, with him gripping onto your hips hard enough to leave marks as he mumble doubt a string of incoherent thoughts? Why did a shiver run up and back down your spine when you thought of him spending the night with you another way. One that ended in satisfaction on both of your parts and learning, first hand this time and not because of tipsy confessions about preferences. About each other inside and out. Him leaning what you taste like, you finding out what he feels like.

But that was ow this usually went, he'd come over, do something, two seconds later you'd excuse yourself to the bathroom to go and splash cold water on your face. And you'd torture yourself with him, knowing that he wouldn't ever want you like that. Or at least never admit it to you— Unless he was drunk and sad.... which did happen one time. But that was besides the point, you thought as you climbed into bed, covering yourself with the blankets. You let sleep lull you into a dreamless land as you tossed and turned. You were awoken before dawn, to the sound of... moaning? It was coming from the living room you were sure of it. And that was where Kevin was, wasn't it? In your dreary eyed sleep deprived brain you shot out of bed, thinking he had a bad dream. He had been complaining a lot about those lately whenever he'd dose off and make incoherent sleepy noises that You guessed could be interpreted that way.

You made your way over to him on the sofa. And where greeted with the blissed-out face of him laid, squirming and wigging, on your sofa. he looked so pretty, you thought. There was that slight smile on his face even in sleep. And... oh god he was bucking his hips up toward noting, trying to search for some sort of friction. Your stomach did a kicking routine and, before you knew it your underwear was sticking to our drenched core. Shit, you nearly moaned out, stopping yourself before you got loud enough to wake him. He was having a sex dream... If you couldn't believe it now, then the way he whined out your name made it feel even more real to you. oh shit, it was almost like you couldn't wrap your head around that concept. That he was not only having an apparently very vivid sex dream, but that very vivid sex dream had you in the center of it.

You shook your head and him, before sighing and making your way back to your room. That was when you heard him stirring. You stopped dead in your tracks, cursing to yourself. It seemed like he was still half asleep when get let out a final groan of ecstasy. “Mmmf!” He funnily shot up to look at who was there. And was met with you slowly turning around to meet his eyes. You knew you couldn’t just tell him it was a dream and force hint or go back to bed. Neither of you could. Definitely not with a very prominent tent you could see even through the blanket that he was holding over his chest like he was naked and caught changing.

Which, in all honesty wasn’t that differ t with what you actually caught him with. But this time he had a shirt on… and pj pants… and you didn’t think pjs could ever look that good on someone until now. It was just a regular white tee shirt, a little (very nicely) disfigured and tousled looking, and well ya know pj bottoms. But god, did you wanna take them off. Make the collar of that shirt damp from you sucking at the spot on his neck right about where the white threads stared.

He sunk deeper into the covers he had pulled to his hips when he sat up, realizing what you had walked in on. He leaned forward awkwardly in a miserably failing attempt to hide the ahem problem he was having. You clenched and unclenched your fists in an attempt to stay calm. "Hey!" He said way too happily for the time of night it was and for what had just happened. Cool, you thought, so this is what he wants to do: pretend he wasn't just moaning out my name like he was about to cum?

You gave the man a little wave. "Hey." You started, trying to maintain eye contact, "Sorry I just-- uh" Your stupid eyes just had to choose that moment right then to dart right back down to tent underneath thin blanket. He noticed it too, and bashfully went back to hunching over awkwardly. Why did he have to relax? Doesn't he realize that-- "I though you were having a nightmare. Ya know... you've been telling me... ya know." You rambled.

If it was even possible, he looked even more embarrassed now then before. Before, it was like an, oh shit my fly is unzipped thing. Now, it was like, Oh shit I don't have any pants on thing. He folded his arms and stuck his palms in his armpits, his thumbs tapping wildly at his collarbone where they rested. A sure sign of being nervous of how and what he'd say next. "Oh yeah, that..." He trailed off, as if just remembering. It sounded to you like somebody shouldn't even be "just remembering" now that they've been having bad dreams for a while.

You tried to play it off in your own mind, thinking that maybe he was just embarred by you bringing them up in a situation like this. But you knew him, and this wasn't one of those situations. You couldn't bare to keep lying to yourself about him like that anyways. So why was he acting like he just remembered that? It was almost like... like he was lying. You know that thing people do when they just remember a lie they made up a while ago and try to pass it off like it was totally real? Yeah, that.

So that meant... oh. OH! All this time it hadn't been nightmares. How could you not realize that? Now that you were thinking about it, it kinda was pretty obvious. Maybe it was just what you had wished to believe. NO matter if he did a really bad job at hiding it or not, you knew Everything now. And you also knew that he was looking at your lips currently. His eyes flickering between them and your eyes. Almost like. Like he was asking for permission to kiss you. You smirked at him. Finally he thought. "Where you dreaming bout me again?" You asked

He looked away. And I’m an attempt to hide him doing that he then rolled his eyes. Gosh even him rolling his eyes looked hot. You really needed to stop. “Again?” He scoffed. You took another step forward towards you sofa. “So, you’re still not denying that you were dreaming about me. At least this once.” You knew inside that him only dreaming about you this one little time wasn’t true. If it had been there would’ve been a way bigger chance you’d just leave it alone. Then promptly leave the room. But the that wasn’t the case now was it?

“well I’m not—“ he tried to explain. You shut him up with crossing your arms and wetting your lips. You gave him the look. Like bitch you better not play with me. He pressed his lips together and looked up at you. Finley you nearly whispered. He looked too pretty to be hidden away under a blanket of shame. “Listen,” he started before taking a large breath. Apparently preparing to either rap or deliver a sermon. “Yes. This isn’t the fist one. And only saying that because I know you know. I’ve been trying to hide it but—“ “Kevin I-“ you tried to interrupt him. Talk some sense into the poor guy. But eh only held up his hand at you.

“I’m just so sorry, ok! I know I know. It’s sounds gross. I-I sound gross! For thinking of you that way when we’re only friends and you know it’s weird for me, your friend to be thinking of you that way. Much more dreaming! I understand if you hate me now or you need space. Until I figure… whatever this is out. Or just until whenever you need. Haha it’s uh all up to you really. I get why you would be disappointed in me. I mean, I’m disappointed in me. Cause—“ you grabbed his jaw to shut him up. He blinked a few times, maybe to clear his head like you had done the moment you waked into this situation.

You weighed your options for the hundredth time. You wanted this. Him. And now that you knew he wanted you in the same way you couldn't stop thinking about that that would be like. To have him, for him to have you. Tangled together in a buddle of pure bliss and need, and satisfaction. It'd feel like a breath of fresh air, you thought. You wanted that. Needed it. Both of you did. And at that exact moment, he offered you a small smile, one that meant the world to you. His eyes crinkled beautifully as his lips curled upwards.

He relaxed in your hold. You decided tom bring him a little closer to your lips. And at the joy you saw in his eyes when you did so, you brought him closer still. It was a slow and steady progression. One that, in how much silence you too were in might have been awkward for anyone else. But not you too. It might've taken a couple tentative minutes, but that was how the two of you were.

And then finally, without another moments hesitation, his lips were on yours. And it really did feel like a breath of fresh air to have him there. Moving against you in perfect sync. His back was craned towards you just like his neck, his hand pressed hard into the sofa cushion. Enough to make an intent probably till morning. You shuddered that the thought-- that him and pieces of him would be there till morning. But finally, you decided to relive him of his oddly craned back. You didn't want it aching in the morning. At least that's what you told yourself. You placed a knee on the edge of the sofa cushion. Maybe this was a far as him or you wanted to go, and that would be fine. You just wanted to test if this was going to be the boundary.

But he smiled even more so into the kiss as his other palm came up to hold your face. Much to your delight he even leaned back a little. Though his back wasn't quite hitting the back of the cushion. That was where you'd really like to have him. You were between his legs, the blanket getting farther and farther away from either of yours skin. He let out the first whimper of the night when you got a little closer, his back hitting those cushions with a thud and bouncing off them. His lips formed into a line as he pressed them together, eyes widened and lust blown instead of crinkled now. You leaned in again, cherishing the freeing feeling of his lips. Only for him to chuckle as you got closer. You smiled in return. You scooted close enough to feel his bulge beneath your fingertips. He shuddered at the touch.

You ran your hands through his soft hair, messing it up even more than it already was. He pants when he pulls away. For a moment he just took in your features, no worries about what it'd seem like if he stared at you a second too long. At least not for now. "Care to help me out?" He asked, slapping his hands to his sides. Where was this coming from? You wondered. Being forehead like that wasn't really his forte. And it seemed like he realized how out of character that was for him too. But none the less you still answered him by grabbing both his wrists and placed them on your sides. A silent invitation that you wanted him to "help you out" too.

He immediately set to work, rubbing up and down your sides. It felt so warm and comforting. Having his hands run up and down you. He was still tentative not to get any further down your hips. But you had placed his palms there for a reason. You needed him to touch you. You leaned down to kiss him, grabbing both sides of his face. The kiss felt more needy now. If that was even possible. Like both of you were more urgent to lay the other down.

And lay him down you did. This felt so right with you on top of him. Your bodies pressed together comfortably. You bit down on his bottom lip and he whined again. This time louder, higher in pitch. Fuck you really wanted to hear that again. He brakes the kiss again, his thumbs drawing circles on your tummy. He moistens his lips before speaking, "But really, I'd hate for this to make it weird between us. You mean the world to me. I dunno what I'd do without you. Especially if I knew I drew you away." He nervously coughs and swallows at his own words, probably not expecting for them to be too serious and heavy at a time like this. You were taken aback for a moment, he was just as shocked as you were.

"It'll only be 'weird' if we make it that way, hm? And I'm pretty sure neither of us are feeling anything close to weird right now." You assure him, glancing down at that tent in his pants. He smiles to himself an ducks his head downward to your neck, landing a kiss on it's side. You breathed out a sigh of pleasure at the feeling. Warm lips touching heated skin. "Besides, I could never feel any other way but happiness with you." You added. At that moment he was still close to your neck. But when you said that he glanced up at you before thrusting his head to meet your lips again in an almost chaste kiss. "Yeah, I could say the same about you." He mumbled against your lips. "And you're sure you don't hat me for having those... dreams?" He said tentatively. You kiss him and he smiles at you. "Fuck no. I love em." You said before the both of you dove right back in. You palmed him as he breathed out a moan at eh contact.

You smirked to yourself, feeling proud you could make him feel this way. He practically sounded relieved. "Ah! I-I wanna make you feel good too." He said, stuttering because of the pleasure he was finally getting. Precum was already probably starting to pearl at his tip. At his words you started to grind against his thigh. He flexed it for you and jerked it upwards in time with your movements. "Oh, my-- Fuck!" You moaned, as quietly as you could. God it really did feel good. Better than you'd expected. You taking the lead here and grinding on him what just what he both of you needed. For one, his thigh bone was hitting your clit just right for you to feel like lolling your head back and screaming his name.

You ran your fingers down is chest, feeling of him with one hand. The other was pulling at the strands at the back of his neck. And lost in the feeling of the moment, his mind only filling with the thought that you were feeling good. Sure, you were currently palming him and he never wanted you to stop. But him (even if that part of him was his thigh.) He was making you feel good. He didn't realize how much that thought effected him until he felt his high coming. He started bucking up into your palm, barely unable to think straight and stop the sighs and breathy whines spilling from his mouth. Which for some reason could not stay all the way closed by the way. He really didn't want to come now. He couldn't, not with the whole night ahead of you too.

And it'd also be kinda embarrassing if he came from you palming him that quickly anyways. But goddam the sounds you were making. Right in his ear too. He had to act now or he'd never stop himself. You barely noticed how long you had been grinding on him while palming him still until Kevin slowed your movements. He grasped your hand as well. "No no no," He protested. "I don't want to cum yet." You stopped, unsure of what to do next. He flipped the too of you over so you where now under him. He swallowed you lips whole. Engulfing them in his own in a clash of the heat coming from both of you. You tugged at the bottom of his shirt, signaling that you wanted it off and out of the way. But he just couldn’t seem to tear himself away from you mouth. Probably smiling into the kiss way more than someone who was currently kissing their friend “just cause they’re horny” should be. You could tell he was trying to maintain being cool, calm, and collected. But by the way he was fumbling over the piece of cloth he was trying to get past his shoulders. (And by the way he was awkwardly trying to avoid his boner) He wasn't doing the best job at hiding what he was really feeling.

He didn't even think to move the shirt away from the two of you on the sofa, absent-mindedly placing it beside him as he leaned down towards you again. Thinking that now that he got a taste of you, he'd never be able to stop. And his enthusiasm showed that too. The kiss might've been sloppy, but neither of you wanted to pull away for air because of just how good and right it all felt. You run your hands over every part of his torso, wanting to memorize it. All the while he presses open mouthed kisses on your neck. He groaned at the felling of your warm hands on his skin. The sound reverberating through you and going straight to your core.

He finally pulls himself away from your wonderful lips. You're a little confused when he gets up suddenly and makes his way down your body. He puts in fingers in the waistband of your pants. "Can I... can I eat you out?" He asks. And did he really think you'd say no? How the fuck could you ever refuse that? Not like you've been having dreams about him snaking his togue down your folds and sucking on your clit. So he gently pulls your pants down like he was afraid he'd mess up an act so trivial as that. He places them by his shirt that was somehow kicked onto the floor at some point in the last few minutes. You can see him swallow thickly when you help him shimmy out of your underwear. He mumbled an "oh shit." In what nearly sounded like a moan coming from him like that. And it only made you wetter. He licks his lips in a way that almost made it seem like he was teasing you.

He licks a long stripe up you, landing at your clit and staying there for a second. Just testing the waters for now, but it was a whole new type of ecstasy for you. You let out a strangled moan and he dives in at the sound. With his newfound eagerness (or maybe now he just wasn't holding back his want for you) He latches his mouth into your clit like a man starved of water and sucks. His lips wrapped around you and his ears listening to what pace made you moan the loudest. He whines into you in return, sending a shock wave of pleasure through you and up your veins. Your hands find their way to his shoulders again, rubbing small circles with your thumbs on his back. "Shit, shit, shit" you chant. And he's trying. Trying so damn hard to stop himself from coming apart at the seams and turning into a mess when you start bucking your hips into his face. He takes a second to move away from you.

"This okay?" He asks, looking up at your wit hooded eyes clouded with even more lust, and want, and pure need than before. Your hands went to his hair to move him closer to your pussy. "God yes." You pant, "Why'd you stop?" It sounded like a plea. And Kevin wasn't about to refuse you. It's just, you knew this but... he'd only done this once before .And he didn't even think he was that good at it then. What about now? Years later. And he knew what worked for one person probably wouldn't work for the other. So if he was being honest, he had no idea what he was doing. He tried to remember what you told him you liked a while ago. What you had talked about with him. But his mind was so overwhelmed with the taste pf you, the scent of you, that he was here, with you, doing this, the sound of your moans for him, and just plain old making sure he doesn't embarrass himself and 1) not make you feel good. And 2) cum in his pants or make a weird sound that turns you off. So after licking another stripe up you, sticking to what he knows, he pulled away form you again. You, thinking that he wants to kiss you, don't think much of it. Until he speaks.

His hands go to your his and rest there, rubbing your skin. "Can you guide me?" He asks. You nearly let you a pleasured sigh at the thought. Now you really wish he'd kiss you. "Thought you'd never ask." So you knotted your fingers in his hair again and guided him back down to your dripping pussy. He let out a breathy moan at the sensation of your fingers curled in his hair, firmly planted at the roots, almost feeling like you were grounding him. He can't help it anymore, his hips start to jolt an buck into the sofa cushion. The friction he feels is all too much and not enough all at once. He wants more. More more more of you. And he can't seem to stop. But really, he probably should. He buries his face in you slowly, his nose hitting your clit. You groan. He goes back up to it and plants a little kiss there, making you repeat the sound. Then... he's lost on what to do again. "A little down." You step in. He moved from your clit to your hole and dips his pretty wet tongue into you. That's when you just about lost it. "Oh Fuck!" He wiggles it around inside of you, stretching you out with just his tongue beautifully.

"That-- keep doing that." You pant. trying hard to keep yourself from stuttering. More spit gets mixed with your juices and it becomes messier, more frantic as his lips buck faster and start rolling into the cushion. The fabric of his underwear beginning to grow a wet patch where his cock was confined. "Flatten your tongue." You say, your eyes never leaving his as he glances up at you. You guide him up to your clit again and he does just as he was instructed. "Good boy." You mumble out, your fingers ghosting over his shoulders. You start bucking into his face again, trying your hardest not to suffocate him. You tug on his hair to bring him closer to you. And he whines out. The sound again going straight to your core. Shit you really were close, you could practically feel yourself dripping onto his tongue. He grips your hips a little tighter. His fingers sneaking downwards towards your tights. His thrusts into the edge of your sofa become deeper and more frantic and he can't hold back any longer. He literally cannot.

After trying to concentrate on you more than his need to release. (Bad idea, now all he can think about is how you taste.) He licks, and swirls his tongue the way he came to realize you liked it after trial and "error" that felt more like teasing all around just where you needed him most for you. You could feel how much he was really paying attention to how loud you moaned and how much you squirmed under him when he did something a little different; Your hands grasped his hair a little tighter as he started fucking you with that delicious tongue of his. That's when, with a final buck of his hips into your sofa he spilled in his pants with a series of whines, never once pulling his mouth away from you.

The vibrations and those lovely sounds he was making was sending you over the edge. With his face burred in your cunt, you couldn't help but look down at him. And to your surprise he was already looking deep into your eyes this whole time. You couldn't help but wonder if he was staring at that way when he was coming. And god, the thought of him coming in his pants untouched from just him licking you. It did something to your already nearly coming state. A second later and you were coming apart just as desperately as he was. He made sure to lap up every bit of release you so lovingly spilled out for him. He was still grinding down onto your sofa cushions, not really caring about that dull ach that was starting to form within him. He's just still too hard to think about anything else than feeling relief again. And you're still bucking up into his face, no mater how breathless you are from his mouth.

You start getting aroused again from his mouth still being on you. "K-kiss, please." Is the first word uttered between the two of you after starting to come down from your highs. Kevin says it, you comply. He shoots up towards you and this time you're the one who is swallowing his lips whole with a kiss. You taste yourself on his tongue. He couldn't help but breath out a little whine into you. It's more of a sigh of relief more than anything, though. All breathy, and stupidly hot sounding. Too good not to try and get out of him again.

He's closer to you know. His crotch on your thigh. Definitely in a much better position, you think. And that's when an idea pops into your head. You smirk into his lips and roll your hips into him. He freezes, his lips stoping thier movements on yours for a moment. He doesn't know how he should respond to this. Should he return the gesture? Should he just keep kissing you and not do anytging about it? Do you wanna go again cause fuck he would not in the slightest be opposed to that. He slowly pulls his kiss blown, wet, and puffy lips away from you. You can't help but think that you're mezmerized by the taste, the feeling, of him him him. "Can I--" He can barely get the words out of his mouth, his mind too clouded by pure lust for you. And maybe just a little bit of nervousness of what you're going to say. Luckily, you know what he was aiming for. "Yes! Fuck, god please yes." You say quickly.

At that moment, just like before. All you want is him. Near you, on you, all over you it really doesn't matter. And by the look in his eyes and the way he feverishly kisses you after you stop talking he might even want it more than you if that was even possible. Not a minute later he grinds into you, unable to stop himself, really. You just feel so good. Any of you and all of you. Even if it was "just your thigh." Though it wasn't "just" anything to him. far from it. Any part of you he could have. Whatever part of yourself you'd let him partake felt wonderful to him. He starts panting again as you chase his thigh and grind up against him. You let out a throaty groan. And wow, before then he didn't think someone's thigh could fee so nice. So satisfying to all his senses and more. His sweat pants clad legs. Oh god you never thought that someone’s thigh could feel so good to you. He had it positioned just right, no doubt on purpose. So that whenever either of you two moved his right bone that would wonderfully flex would rub up against your clit deliciously. In a way that made you wanna suck and bite on his lips. And that made you realize that he still has his pants on. And that now, you really wanted to see him. All of him. So only one of you having your pants off simply won't do. You snuck your hand down to his bulge just like before.

"it feels really ah! good when y-you do that." He sighed out when your hand made contact with his length. He bucked into your hand then looked at you with sorry eyes. He had a feeling he knew you were just trying to remove his pants. And he wouldn’t be supposed to that. You’d be equal. Skin on skin. And you know not trying to give him a hand job. But he really couldn’t help himself.

Believe me, he wanted to. He really wanted to. But you, both of you, here, like together. It was too much to handle. He realizes he probably sounds really needy. But he also realizes that you don't seem to mind. If anything, it kinda looks like you enjoy him being like this for you. He let the final bit of nervousness that bubbled up out of him and into his mind slip away from his mind as you slipped off his pants. You take a final glance at him before you, under you. Asking for permission by toying with the elastic of his boxers. He nods his head. "Mmhm. Yes... Please." He breathed. You slip your fingers expertly inside just like you had so easily pulled off his pants. Your fingers come in contact with his rock hard dick and all thoughts leaves his mind. He doesn't know what to do. He wants to throw his head back and let the moan fly past his lips about just how good it all feels with you on top of him like this. He also really wants to lean forward towards you and suck on your neck or your chest, or just something to show you how much he likes what you're doing.

He settles for a groan into your skin.

You grind down on him, his thigh providing a perfect sensation to bring you closer to your high. It seems to hit you just right. And if you had been wearing your underwear and shorts still you would've long soaked through them. It was like him and body was practically made for you. "You know you can touch me too, right?" You asked him, sounding a little more breathless than you wanted to from all those wonderful sensations he was giving you. Looking down at the man, you saw he was halfway unraveled under you. At the invitation his hands shoot up to your hips and run up and down your sides, taking a second to respond cause of how delicious your hand felt wrapped around him tightly like it was. "Oh, uh yeah-- mm! sorry." He broke his sentence when your thumb brushed past his tip. That made him want to give you more too. You know, make you feel the same wonderful way you were making him?

He flexed his thigh again and bucked it up into you to meet the next roll of your hips halfway. "Oh, god-- Kevin!" You grunted. "S-top, stop teasing." He whimpered at your words. He felt good. Well, more than good knowing that he made you feel that way. No longer was he focused on both of you. Now it was just all you and how he could bring you to the edge along with him. Both of you are panting, the skin of your legs sticking together and your torso feeling just as hot at your core as his warm lovely hands feel around you. In a spur of the moment decision, he holds your hips, steadies them, and helps you grind on his thigh. You let out a long breathy sigh of relief at the feeling he's made for you. This angle makes the stimulation a little harder, and boy does it make you go into overdrive. Your hand picks up speed stroking him as he helps you get off on him, loving and relishing the thought himself.

It feels like heaven in a moment this way. All of your slick is pooling onto him. But he doesn't mind, it makes him wanna cum right now actually. Your heat starts pulsating on him a few seconds later and neither of you could take it anymore. IT was the feeling of his bare warm thigh rubbing up against your bare heat as it feels like he's almost torturing your clit with how good it feels. The both of you came together. Him with a high pitched strangled moan and you with something equally as desperate. He whines deliciously with his face buried into your neck. Noting else on either of your minds except each other. Your fingers become sticky with his release to match the skin of his thigh. You're left panting and wreathing as you fall on top of him, his chin landing on top your head and planting a kiss there a second later. You're still clenching around noting as he wraps his arms around your back.

Your hand releases him and you slide yourself off his thigh. He lets out a hiss because of how sensitive he is and because of the loss of the warm comforting contract of your palm. He faces you as you lay there beautiful next to him. You're all sweaty and tired from the lovely whirlwind you took each other on, but to him you couldn't have looked more amazing as your panting faded away in sync. "Sorry I made a mess on your hand." He said into the crook of your neck, his breath fanning over your skin and kiss nose rubbing up against you. You perked up at that, almost having forgotten about it before. You looked down at your hand at your side. "Oh yeah... that." You chuckled, bringing your fingers to your mouth as you made eye contact with him. He seemed to realize what you were about to do and grabbed your wrist the minute it was close enough to his reach.

You watched him as he guided them to your mouth and dipped them in ever so gently that the touch would barely be viewed as anything sexual. He looked at your in awe as you sucked on your own fingers. Once they were out of your mouth he did the same with his own, savoring the taste of your arousal on his tongue the same way you had done with his. It brought him back to not long ago when he was licking you to your first orgasm. And he never wanted to stop tasting you, and it. "God, y/n." He starts, throwing his head back onto the pillow he had slept on earlier you both were cuddled up on, "You taste so good." You enveloped his lips in a kiss, your mouths moving in perfect sync just as before. Everything you both felt poured into one act seemingly as simple as that. You both eventually (sadly) had to brake apart. You tucked the hair that fell into Kevin's face up and behind his ear, your fingers lingering there for a moment. He popped up into a sitting position.

"I'll go get a cloth for the uh... mess." HE gestured towards his leg and the rest of his release on your hand as he was searching for his pants underneath the messy blanket. He slipped them on, not bothering with his shirt, not like you minded one bit. He really was a sight to see. A second later you heard the water running in your bathroom and pulled yourself off the sofa too. Your feet hit the cold floor with a chill, already missing his warmth. You shimmed on your underwear and headed to where Kevin was found, standing in front of your sink shutting off the water. You leaned on the doorframe and watched him peel down his pants and wipe of the remnants of your slick off his thigh. You didn't think about much while you were posted there, just breathing lightly and freely. Just like you always felt you could around him. Once he was done and he had cleaned off your hand (he insisted he do it.)

You kissed him dearly. Neither of you really want to let go or think about what any of this would mean for both of you. Just that it felt really good and really right. You pulled him down to you more, seated on your toilet. His hands found their places on either side of you. A feeling safe rather than caged in. He pulls away just enough to look into your eyes. "We've got all night... Or forever to do whatever you want. Whichever one works." He smiles

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