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Sashimi Chain of Sickness 🍣

A.N : askjdbskd ok so the cat is out of the bag, finally me and @spence-sickfics can post our babies here :D a chain of sickness in bangtan’s dorm ! idk what else to tell, but we have a fun time working it and i hope you guys enjoy this story as much as we enjoy writing it ! :D here we go for the first day ~ it’s a long ride but i hope you like it :] ((you can read it on @spence-sickfics blog too!))

Sickie : Namjoon and Jungkook // Caretaker : Yoongi, Taehyung

TW : emeto

Day One:

(by sickyoonminie)

Namjoon curled his body smaller. He’d been awakened early by a series of cramps seizing through his stomach. He pressed his palm deeper into his stomach, hoping that the pressure might alleviate the cramps.

But it failed.

He rolled onto his back and let out an exhausted groan. His right hand mindlessly stretched to his phone on the nightstand. He squinted when the bright screen hit his eyes. 7AM.

He let the phone plop down before nuzzling himself deeper to the pillow. He tried to sleep again but nothing was working, so he got up from his bed, stretching his arms high above his head.

After a quick shower, he put on fresh clothes, and headed downstairs.

"Joonie, why are you up so early?" Seokjin greeted him from the kitchen, his hand busy with the toast and scrambled egg. For some reason, the sight of food made Namjoon’s stomach swirl. He feels full, despite not eating anything since last night.

"Can't sleep again", he mumbled as he set himself to water. Gulping it down in one go. He frowns when it feels heavy on his stomach.

Something is wrong with him.

But he shrugs it off. Maybe it's his nerves, or maybe he's too exhausted.

"You want some?", Seokjin asks, placing the scrambled egg on top of the toasted bread. Namjoon shakes his head, taking another gulp of water.

Seokjin takes one for himself before sitting next to Namjoon.

After that, it’s silence between them. But the members started going downstairs one by one, and it didn't take long before the kitchen became “lively”.

Namjoon tries to fall into conversation, but he just—didn't have the energy for that.

" You okay, Joon-ah?", Yoongi slides quietly beside him as they walked to their car.

"Huh? What do you mean hyung?"

Yoongi shrugs, "I don't know. You look a little off today, or maybe that was just my feeling"

Namjoon hums, glancing at him as they get inside their car. They sit in the middle seat.

"I just, don't get enough sleep", Namjoon sighs and leans on the window.

" You should stop caved in your studio", Yoongi mumbles, gaining a scoff from the younger, "Says you hyung"

Yoongi chuckles, "Try to sleep for few minutes"

And maybe Namjoon will comply.

—

It's Namjoon's fault that he just brushed off the uncomfortable feeling in his body this morning. As a result, he just feels worse by now.

He curled on the couch in his studio. He's shivering, despite the air conditioner being off. His hand settled on his stomach that has been so upset, like nauseous, but at the same time it feels bloated too.

Everything just felt off for him.

A sudden knock interrupts his thoughts. He groans before getting up. His muscles ache.

"Hyung! Are you busy? We want to get dinner!"Jungkook's doe eyes and bunny smile is the one who greeted him as he opened the door.

Namjoon leaned on the door, feeling tired.

"We? Is everyone coming?"

Jungkook nods, "Yes! Even Yoongi-hyung"

Namjoon contemplates for a second. Maybe he just needs to eat to make everything that has been going on in his body go away. If he thinks about it, his appetite hasn't been the best as he was too busy with the album preparation.

He sighs before mustering a smile "Tell them to wait for me. I'm coming"

Jungkook nods before giving him a thumbs-up, "Thank you, hyung!"

—

"Woah, this place is .. crowded", Hoseok chimed in, throwing his arms around Namjoon's shoulder as they stepped into the restaurant. Namjoon wants to bat it away, as it pressed his sweater to his skin that had been prickling uncomfortably because of his fever. But he's too lazy to do it.

" Don't worry, we had booked a secluded place", Seokjin says from behind.

Taehyung walks alongside Namjoon as they all walk to their table. Taehyung grabs the chair closest to the door before he sits down, while Jimin sits beside Taehyung. He scoots closer to Jungkook in the corner, as Yoongi takes the seat directly across from Jimin and beside Namjoon. Seokjin and Hoseok settle on the remaining orders, and Namjoon orders the same dish as Jungkook and Seokjin. Sashimi. It suits for dinner as it's not too heavy but enough to make him full. The waiter leaves as soon as their order comes. Namjoon lets out a breath as he relaxes.

They were having a nice meal, talking, and laughing. Namjoon can see that they're having fun. And the food is nice. He even got three servings, hoping that eating more could somehow drown out the pain in his stomach.

It was just as he finished his third plate when he felt an odd sense of pain in his tummy, and for some reason, the sashimi tasted funny too. He glanced at Seokjin and Jungkook. They seem fine, munching happily. He shrugs, maybe it's only his tongue messing with him. He had been felt off the whole day anyway.

He decided to just let it go. He'll think about it later.

—

"Hyung", Jungkook calls him when they are seated on the couch, everyone was retreating to their room. Ready to go to sleep.

" Hm?" Namjoon hums, not opening his eyes. He's tired. He's full. It feels like energy just sucked out of his body. And he could feel his fever going worse too.

"Um, are you feeling fine?", Namjoon tilts his head, looking at the younger with a frown, "What?"

"I mean. The sashimi .. it was fine, right?", Jungkook bites his lip, fiddling with his fingers. His eyes were wide, afraid of what Namjoon would say.

"What?", Namjoon blinks, "Yeah. Yes, it was".

"Oh."

Namjoon opens his mouth. Then closes it.

"Then maybe my tongue is just being funny", Jungkook said. A slight grin on his face. It looks more forced than usual. " Okay then I will get ready for bed, hyung. Go to bed soon, you look tired,", he adds, giving a squeeze on Namjoon's shoulder before he retreats to his and Namjoon’s shared bathroom.

Namjoon looks at the younger's retreating figure before looking at his hands. There is a dull pain in his stomach which started to hurt right after Jungkook asked him that. He doesn't like that. And he doesn't like the suspicion that comes after.

He stands up, heading towards his bedroom. Freshens his body and downing a Pepto-bismol along with some fever medicine that Seokjin bought a few months ago.

Maybe, it was just him being paranoid—in addition to his off-ish body the whole day.

It will be fine after he sleeps. Right?

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Night One:

(written by spence-sickfics)

Jungkook hadn’t been able to go to sleep until almost midnight. It seemed all the other boys had agreed on going to bed early, as everyone was most likely preparing for another long day at the studio. Jungkook, however, was too uncomfortable to sleep. Uncomfortable, mostly in his head. A nagging worry about Namjoon’s quietness throughout the day. Another worry, that the sashimi tasted kind of off. A bigger worry, maybe that Namjoon was sick or hurt and that’s why he ate so much. After knowing the leader for ten years, Jungkook was familiar with Namjoon’s tendencies to conceal any sort of discomfort he felt physically. And Jungkook also knew that the leader liked to eat a lot at meals that he didn’t want to talk at. To keep his mouth busy, probably. Maybe Namjoon was sick from the sort of strange-tasting sashimi? No, that didn’t make sense. He was acting weird before that. And if that was true, then both Jungkook and Seokjin should be sick by now. Come to think of it, though, Jungkook was noticing a dull ache in his belly as the hours ticked by.

Speaking of the hours, he’d lost track of time by around eleven pm. Namjoon was asleep in bed beside him by that point, in fact, he assumed everyone was asleep except for him. Jungkook had tried to go to sleep for around thirty minutes, but to no avail as the pain in his upper stomach grew. He’d taken a single painkiller at around 10pm, going back to bed and looking at his phone. But whatever he had taken wasn’t doing much to cover up the twisting sensation he experienced. He’d been able to distract himself, though, dully scrolling through social media and wishing he could fall asleep. He wondered if it’s what Namjoon had been feeling like every night recently, he’d overhead Seokjin and Yoongi expressing concerns for the leader’s insomnia. Whatever it was, though, Jungkook was able to fall asleep upon taking the painkiller. It hadn’t done much, but it had fogged up his brain enough to let his worries fade away.

Jungkook woke up again at around two in the morning, to a sharper stabbing pain in his stomach that made tears well up in his eyes. He sat up quickly, placing and arm over his middle and realized how sick he felt. His stomach looked horribly bloated, it felt like the contents were fighting to get out and it was making too much noise. He felt nauseous, not in a particularly heavy way, but more the feeling of disgusting sickness. He felt Namjoon stir, but not wake next to him. Jungkook needed his hyung’s comfort badly, but didn’t want to wake up Namjoon as he knew how tired he must be. His stomach was rolling as he let a quiet burp escape him and moaned quietly, putting his head in his hands. He hiccuped, and a wave of vomit splashed in the back of his throat. Before he could even process what was really going on, Jungkook clamped a hand over his mouth and ran out of the room, into his and Jimin’s shared bathroom. At that point, he bent over the sink and let the surge of vomit come out from his mouth. He winced at the sight of barely-digested sashimi. It must have been bad, he thought before his stomach cramped and he was sent into another wave of throwing up. He kept feeling his throat constricting with gags, feeling fearful for a minute until he felt a warm hand on his back and saw the lights turn on.

“You’re okay, Kook,” Namjoon whispered, his voice hoarse from sleep. Jungkook panted, then turned on the water to wash the sink out. “You all done?” Namjoon asked, and Jungkook nodded. He still felt terrible. Lucid. He knew he didn’t have a fever and he didn’t feel like throwing up again but his stomach was killing him.

“Yeah, sorry Joon, I just feel really sick all of the sudden. I think it was the sashimi. Do you feel sick too?” Jungkook asked as Namjoon guided him to a seated position on the ground together.

Namjoon swallowed, and Jungkook saw how pale the older looked. “No, not really,” Namjoon said lowly. His words were punctuated by a low gurgle from his stomach, and Namjoon paled further.

“That didn’t sound ‘not really sick’, Joon,” Jungkook offered.

“Yeah, says you,” Namjoon mumbled, “Worry about yourself.” Namjoon hadn’t meant to come off so sharp, but being distracted from what he felt like was his job to take care of Jungkook was the worst. The pain in his stomach had gotten worse too, making him more irritable and a sense of nausea was now bothering him too.

Jungkook frowned. “I’m sorry, hyung.” He looked sad to be scolded, and Namjoon instantly felt terrible for speaking to him in such a way. He wanted to apologize, but he felt nausea rising in his chest along with the guilt. He opened his mouth to speak but all that came out was a gag and he leaned over the toilet, shutting his eyes tight and breathing heavily while waiting for it to come. Jungkook’s eyes went wide before he went over to put a hand on Namjoon’s back, and patted gently as vomit came rushing out of Namjoon’s mouth and splashed into the toilet. His body was shaking badly, likely a product of fever. It looked more than painful.

Jungkook felt himself get nauseous again just watching Namjoon and had to stand up before gagging again and throwing up a bit more into the sink. Namjoon was heaving, probably too loudly to hear Jungkook getting sick anyways. When Jungkook was done, he returned to Namjoon, who finished up a few seconds later after a few quiet dry retches.

“Namjoon,” Jungkook whispered, “Shit, you are sick. Lay down, please.” Namjoon obliged and lay as far as he could, upper body resting on the edge of the bathtub and hands over his face.

“Jungkook, can you please get Hoseok or something? I feel awful,” Namjoon admitted and Jungkook looked at him. His stomach was bloated, face pale and sweaty. He looked awful, and Jungkook almost said yes. But he was suddenly feeling really nauseous again, and his stomach was hurting worse.

“Uhm, I’m not sure if I can--huhghh--” Jungkook tried to speak but was cut off by a violent gag as he went back to the sink and threw up again, more undigested food pouring out in a thick stream from his stomach. It was Namjoon this time to stand up shakily and put a much-too-warm hand on the younger’s back, still feeling feverish but wanting to help Jungkook badly. He rubbed the back gently, until Jungkook was reduced to dry gags. His face felt sweaty as Namjoon pulled back the overgrown black hair into a ponytail to avoid getting it stuck in vomit. Namjoon’s hands were shaking badly, and Jungkook swore he could feel the body heat radiating from the older.

“Ughh, Namjoon, I’m so sorry,” Jungkook muttered, sliding a hand up under his shirt to put on his stomach, “My stomach hurts so bad, hyung.” He turned around to look at Namjoon, who still looked pale. Eyes half-shut, not able to pay attention to whatever Jungkook was saying. The singer gently placed a hand on Namjoon’s forehead and frowned when he felt how warm it was. “Oh, gosh, hyung, you feel warm.” Namjoon hummed in agreement, opening his eyes slightly. Jungkook was unsure what to do, still feeling sick himself when he saw Taehyung walk through the door. His eyes were puffy from sleep, but he could still see the situation at hand and was concerned immediately.

“Jungkook-ah? Namjoon-ah? Are you guys sick?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.

Jungkook nearly cried from relief. “I was sick a couple times, and he was too, I think he has a fever, thank you for coming, Tae.”

“Huh? Why are you sick? How is Namjoon even standing up, his eyes are closed?” Taehyung’s brain was too foggy from sleep.

“I think the sashimi, but maybe Namjoon-hyung was sick from something else too, he has a fever. He’s falling asleep right now, at first he was holding me up but now I’m holding him up, as you can see.” Jungkook responded, and cleared his throat. “Can you please get him some fever medicine? I can’t take care of him, my stomach still feels so sick.”

“Yeah, of course, please lay him down for a second. He needs some rest. I’m gonna get some medicine, and, uh...Seokjin-hyung. I’ll get him too. You don’t have a fever?” Taehyung responded.

“No, I feel really awake and lucid actually. My head is clear, it’s just my stomach, which --” he paused to inhale shakily as a worse cramp wracked his stomach “--could you get some medicine for, please?” Jungkook said.

“Yeah, of course. I’ll be right back.” Taehyung left the room. Jungkook spoke gently to Namjoon.

“Hey, let’s sit down for a second, Joon. Just rest a little and we’re gonna give you some medicine,” he said. Namjoon nodded and sat down, resting his back on the wall. His eyes were open, but glossy and not really looking at anything in particular. “Gosh, Namjoon, it really seems like throwing up made you so much groggier, yeah?” Jungkook tried to joke, but no response. Namjoon just closed his eyes slightly. Jungkook frowned in worry and felt the leader’s forehead again. Somehow, it felt warmer than before. And crap, he’d forgotten to ask Taehyung to bring a thermometer. He’d probably remember it anyway, though. And Jungkook was looking forward to nothing more than being able to rest. He could still feel the cramps twisting in his stomach, and he’d been able to bear through them for the past few minutes but now he wasn’t sure if he could do it anymore. He was beginning to feel sicker by the second, too. His lower stomach was churning as well, and it felt almost like there was a rock sitting in his stomach. He wanted to feel better so badly. His fingers played with his small ponytail, as they always did when he got anxious. The worst part of this was he knew what food poisoning felt like. He knew that this would last much longer than just a few hours, and he hated nothing more than feeling sick and useless. He needed more than anything a few cuddles from Taehyung once he got Seokjin taking care of Namjoon. Jungkook sighed to himself as he thought about it. A cuddle and a stomach rub from Taehyung was the best thing he could possibly imagine. Just a few more minutes.

A few minutes went faster than Jungkook predicted, and it felt like no time had passed when Taehyung came through the door again, followed by Yoongi this time. Jungkook stood up, “Tae, why is Yoongi here? I thought you were going to get Seokjin,” Jungkook asked.

Taehyung shook his head. “Yoongi said that Seokjin was complaining that his stomach hurt really badly before he went to bed. He ate the sashimi too, so he’s probably sick.” Taehyung paused. “Jungkook, let me take you to my room and get back to bed. You look really pale.”

Jungkook nodded. “Be gentle with him though, Yoongi, he’s so tired.” Yoongi nodded in understanding and kneeled down close to Namjoon as Taehyung helped Jungkook stand up. They were halfway out the door before Yoongi spoke.

“Taehyung. He has a fever of nearly 101 degrees (38.5 celsius). Should I call the staff?” Taehyung turned back around.

“101 isn’t too high. Just let me know if it gets worse. I’m bringing Jungkook to my room, and since I don’t have a roommate right now we won’t wake anyone up. You should bring Namjoon back to your and Seokjin’s bed. Keep an eye on them both, okay?” Taehyung responded, still gently using his hands to stabilize Jungkook.

“Sounds good,” Yoongi said, and Taehyung walked off with Jungkook. "Come on, Kook-ah. Let's get you to rest, hm?"

Yoongi kneels down as well in front of Namjoon who looks in pain, brushing his damp hair slightly, “Joon-ah, let’s rest too?”

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!namjoon #sick!jungkook #caretaker!taehyung #caretaker!yoongi #ryu's collab first part

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pazumane-archive · 2 years

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Black Tie Affair

Pairing: Ennoshita Chikara x CisFem!Reader, NSFW PWP, ~8.1k

Summary: Chikara thought he had seen the last of you when you dumped him after the graduation ceremony, but an unexpected chance encounter at Tanaka and Kiyoko’s wedding brings you two back together again in more ways than one.

Genre/WC: Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Smut, Exes to Lovers, 8.1k.

THIS WORK IS NSFW SO MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. Blog rules are clearly stated in my pinned post.

Warnings: Unprotected hanky panky, oral (male and female receiving), edging, implied overstimulation, reader is VERY subby, Ennoshita is a n x i o u s, more shitty post banner making, this is canon-compliant and takes place after the timeskip so TIMESKIP-SPOILERS. Ending is pretty open to interpretation.

Notes:

Written for @meiansmistress’s Underrated Character Collab (Masterlist can be found here). Again, thank you for letting me join. You’re the best <3

I, uh... did not get this beta’d at all so there may be some mistakes. Hope you enjoy regardless!!

Do not repost my work on here or other platforms, especially platforms with lots of minors, such as TikTok.

Reblogs are very much appreciated! <3 Fic is under the cut.

Chikara expected to be asked to be the best man at Tanaka and Kiyoko’s wedding. While Tanaka had seemed closer to Nishinoya, he always relied on Chikara the most, whether it was for emotional or mental support. Besides, out of all the second years, he’s by far the most responsible, so he was the natural choice. So when Tanaka finally did ask him to be his best man, he wasn’t surprised.

What Chikara didn’t expect was for you, his ex-girlfriend, to be at the ceremony.

Of course, he knew that you had been invited to the wedding. Tanaka had even done the courtesy of checking with him before he sent the invitation. You were in his class all throughout both middle and high school, and a close friend, so Chikara wouldn’t ask him to choose between the two of you. It wouldn’t be fair to anybody involved. Yet, he hadn’t actually expected you to show up. So when you waltz into the reception, wearing a pale green dress that hugs your figure and perfectly complements your complexion, he’s startled, to say the least.

He didn’t actually see you during the ceremony itself, being too focused on his duties and making sure that Nishinoya didn’t embarrass anybody. However, due to his role as the best man, there’s no way you wouldn’t have seen him. And knowing you, you’re probably going to come right up to him... which you do as soon as he’s settled at his table.

He glances around for an excuse to walk away as you approach, but accepts the fact that escape is unavoidable as you bound over towards his table. Part of him is excited to see you, but part of him wishes that he asked Tanaka and Kiyoko not to invite you after all. But it’s their day, not his, so he puts on a brave face for his friends’ sakes.

“Oh my goodness, Chikara, hi!” you exclaim as you practically skip over to him, skirt swishing at your sides. “How long’s it been since we last saw each other?”

You know exactly how long it’s been... Ugh, stop it, Chikara. Play nice. For Tanaka.

It’s hard though, especially when you look this beautiful.

“Hey. It’s definitely been a while,” he mumbles, forcing a smile. He cringes internally, knowing how fake it must look. You give him an odd look, but continue the conversation anyway.

“What a crazy day. I’m still shocked that Ryu was the first one of us to get married,” you say. “And to Kiyoko, of all people!”

Who else would it have been? Us?

Instead he says, “I think it makes sense. Kiyoko’s always been the only girl for him.”

“I guess you’re right,” you say, laughing. “He was always really sweet on her.”

Chikara almost forgot the way your eyes light up when you laugh and his heart stutters in his chest at the sight. He downs his drink in one hasty gulp, the alcohol burning his throat and making him cough. You pat him firmly on the back until he stops coughing.

God, this is awkward.

“Woah there, you okay?” you ask.

“Yep,” he says flatly.

Chikara appreciates your attempt to be civil, but it’s hard for him to reciprocate when you look this damn beautiful. You ask him some question, but he has a hard time focusing as your last conversation replays in the back of his head for the first time since you broke his heart after your shared graduation ceremony three years ago.

“I think we should break up, Chikara.” “What?!” “I said we should break up.” “Wait, why? Did I do something wrong?” “No, you didn’t.” “Then why are you dumping me?” “I just think it would be for the best. You have your future all sorted out and I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. We’re going to be leading really different lives. I just don’t think it’s going to work out in the long-run.” “Wait, please don’t do this.” “We both know it’s for the best.” “You don’t know that. You don’t even want to try?” “We can still be friends.” “No, we can’t.” “What? Why not?” “I can’t just be your friend. It hurts too much.” “Chikara – ” “Don’t. Just don’t. You made your choice already.”

“Chikara?”

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” he asks, blinking himself out of his stupor.

“I just wanted to know how you’ve been,” you say.

“Oh. I’m fine.”

“How are your parents?” you ask.

“They’re fine too,” he says.

“Fine, huh,” you mumble, taking a long sip of your wine. “Come on. It’s your best friend’s wedding day, loosen up a little! Let me buy you a drink.”

You grab his sleeve and drag him towards the bar before he can protest, much like you used to drag him to karaoke on the weekends. You order a glass of red wine for yourself and another whiskey for him. As soon as the bartender is finished pouring your drinks, you take his whiskey before he can grab it and hold it just out of his reach.

“Now tell me how you actually are and I’ll give you your whiskey. How’s school going? Kinesiology, right?” you ask.

Chikara tilts his head in surprise. You actually remembered what he was going to school for.

“Uh, yeah,” he says, unable to stop the smile creeping at the corners of his lips. “I am.”

“Are you still wanting to be a physical therapist?”

“I am,” he says. Suddenly, the imaginary emotional barrier he had constructed around himself when you first approached him tonight starts to crumble, and he feels compelled to tell you more. “I’m actually starting observational rounds in Sendai next week.”

“That’s so exciting!” you exclaim, handing his whiskey back to him. “You’ve always been so good at helping people. You’re going to be great. Tell me more about it.”

After that, the two of you start to fall into easier conversation. Of course, the alcohol helps loosen his tongue a little – but he forgot how easy you are to talk to. You ask him all sorts of questions about school, his friends, and his family, and in turn, you tell him about your brief stint as a bartender in Tokyo, and how you’re now working odd jobs in Sendai until you save enough money to go to art school.

By the time you’re each on your fourth or fifth drink (Chikara lost track a long time ago), the two of you are laughing together like nothing has changed. He might be a little tipsy, but even so, he doesn’t miss the way your hand keeps grazing his every time you go to pick up your glass, or the way your gaze keeps drifting down to his lips every time he speaks. Chikara feels a surge of confidence, probably due to the liquid courage flowing through his veins, but the words don’t come out quite as smoothly as he’d like them to.

“You… you look really beautiful in that dress,” he stammers. “Not that you don’t look beautiful all the time, because you do! It’s just - uh…”

Chikara, you dumbass.

“Thank you!” you say happily. “You look really handsome yourself. This suit just looks so good on you.”

It’s the exact same suit that the rest of the groomsmen are wearing, but the comment makes him flustered anyway. Your tone and the way that you daintily trace your fingers along his neckline certainly doesn’t help either. Chikara knows for certain that the flush in his cheeks can’t just be attributed to the alcohol anymore. He orders another whiskey and takes a long sip from his glass.

“I’m really happy that I could come tonight,” you say, your fingers trailing up to his cheek. “You seem like you’re doing really well. It’s been so nice to see you again.”

“I’m happy you could come too,” Chikara says, leaning into your touch.

A goofy, drunken smile breaks out across his face and your cheeks heat up. Chikara finds himself tilting your chin towards his, the distance between the two of you rapidly closing. His heart thunders in his chest as your eyes flutter closed and your breath fans softly against his mouth. He parts his lips and…

“Chikara!”

Nishinoya’s voice cuts through the music, and the moment is lost. Chikara abruptly straightens up as Nishinoya comes bounding over, hair mussed and dress shirt unbuttoned down to his chest. His eyes flit between the two of you, and a devious grin spreads across his face, one that fills Chikara with apprehension. He takes another sip of his whiskey as Noya greets you enthusiastically.

“Hey, long time, no see! Nice dress. You look great!” “Hi, Noya!” you exclaim. “Thank you so much! You look like you’re having fun.” “Oh, I am! I came looking for Chikara, but it looks like he’s in good hands,” Noya says, clapping him on the back unexpectedly hard. Chikara stumbles forward, unable to catch himself in time… and tips the rest of his drink all over the front of your dress.

“Shit!” Chikara exclaims as you let out a little surprised squeak. “I’m sorry.”

He sets his glass down, shoots a furious glare at Noya, and takes you by the hand. He leads you out of the banquet hall and down the long corridor by the elevators.

“Chikara, hold on!” you laugh. “Where are you taking me?”

“I just ruined your dress, the least I can do is help you clean it up,” he replies.

“It’s just a little whiskey,” you say. “I’m sure it’s not that bad.”

You tug on his sleeve and the two of you come to a stop in front of the elevators. A floor-length mirror decorates the opposite wall. You glance over at your reflection in the glass. A golden-brown stain is splattered across your chest, standing in stark contrast to the pale green fabric of your dress. Chikara watches you trail your fingertips over the whiskey stain, eyes flitting down towards your chest. You clear your throat suddenly, and Chikara turns his gaze up towards you. You hold it silently until you both break into a fit of tipsy giggles.

“I suppose it is a pretty bad stain,” you laugh. “Here, let me show you.”

You take his hand and guide it towards you. Your dress is damp to the touch as he runs his hand over the stained fabric. You hum quietly as he gingerly touches your chest.

“You got me good, didn’t you?” you ask airily.

Chikara accidentally ghosts his hand over the swell of your breast and jerks his hand away, but you catch it before he can get away.

“It’s fine,” you say, coaxing his hand back to where it was. “I like it when you touch me.”

Chikara’s heart pounds in his chest as he tentatively squeezes your breast. Your nipple pebbles under his palm and he quickly comes to the realization that you’re not wearing a bra. When his thumb catches on your stiffening peak, you let out the most perfect little sigh, a sound that makes Chikara’s cock twitch between his legs.

“You know,” you say, “I’ll probably have to take my dress off if I wanna wash it properly. Do you think you could help me with that?”

As soon as the elevator doors close behind you, you grab Chikara by his tie and crash your lips to his. You press your body right to his, trailing your hands down his chest and tugging his shirt out of his dress pants. He breaks the kiss to look for the button that would send the elevator up to his floor, and as soon as he presses it, his hands are back on you.

His fingers run up and down your back and over the curve of your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. You drag your leg up his thigh and Chikara is quick to react, hoisting you up so you can wrap your legs around his waist. Your skirt hikes up higher around your thighs, revealing your lacy black panties to him. Chikara swears under his breath and stumbles forward, slotting his lips against yours again.

Bracing you up on the railing, he swipes his tongue along your bottom lip, desperate to taste you. You eagerly part your lips for him and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You taste sweet, like the red wine you’ve been sipping all night, and it makes him groan. When your hands trail down to his belt buckle, he breaks the kiss and pulls away.

“We should get back to my room first,” he says, trying to catch his breath. “Somebody might see.”

“Don’t care,” you say, grabbing him by his belt and pulling him back in. You grind on him, pulling a surprised gasp from his lungs.

The elevator jerks to a stop and Chikara is quick to set you back on the ground, pulling your dress back down over your butt. The doors open and he takes your hand, dragging you down the hall with determination. When he stops in front of his room, you unbuckle his belt and run your hand over his crotch, lightly squeezing his half-hard bulge through his pants. Chikara fumbles with his key, nearly dropping it on the ground and making you giggle. When he finally gets the door open, you push him inside and close the door behind you, immediately pouncing on him again.

“Weren’t… you gonna… wash that… stain out of your dress?” Chikara asks between hurried and desperate kisses.

“It can wait,” you say, pushing him back towards the bed.

The back of Chikara’s knees knock against the bedframe and he stumbles backwards, bouncing back onto the mattress. He tries to sit back up, but you don’t let him, pushing him back on the bed and clambering into his lap. Your fingers fumble with the buttons on his dress shirt, but you eventually manage to get the last button undone. You slot your lips against his again, pressing your bodies together and running your hands all over his bare chest. Your touch is electric on his skin, and Chikara’s cock strains against his slacks almost painfully, begging for some kind of relief. You grind your covered cunt along his hardened length and Chikara throws his head back with a needy groan.

“I wanna see you, Chikara,” you whisper, sliding off his lap and kneeling between his legs.

You make quick work of taking off his pants, sliding them down his legs and letting his cock spring free. It slaps back on his stomach, little droplets of his precum splattering on his skin. Your mouth drops open slightly as you take the base of his cock in your hand. Chikara jumps at the contact, palms sweating and breaths coming harder than usual.

“Chikara,” you whisper. “You have such a pretty cock.”

Before he can respond, you take the head between your lips, swiping your tongue over his slit and pulling a loud moan from his throat.

“Fuck, do that again,” he says, holding himself up on his elbows. “Please.”

You wink at him and circle your tongue around his head one more time before taking him fully into your mouth. Everything feels so warm and wet as you drag your tongue up his shaft, and his cock jumps in your mouth. You close your eyes and relax your jaw, taking him even further. The tight squeeze of your throat is so intense that it’s almost overwhelming, and his hand flies to the back of your head to ground himself. You begin to bob your head up and down over his length, peeking back up at him and innocently batting your eyelashes as if you aren’t taking his dick halfway down your throat. Chikara’s dick twitches in between your lips, and you hollow your cheeks even further, sending an intense wave of pleasure through his whole body.

“Fuuuuck,” Chikara groans, fisting his fingers tightly in your hair. “So good.”

You moan around his length as you bob up and down on his cock. The wet drag of your lips and mouth are so overwhelming that his balls tighten and a shiver runs through his body.

“I’m gonna come if you don’t–fuuuuck,” he moans.

He tries to pull you off, but you grip his thighs and push your head down until your nose brushes against his abdomen. When you look directly into his eyes and slowly swallow, he comes down your throat with a loud cry. You hum around him, continuing to swallow and suckle at his sensitive head until the sensation becomes too much and he has to pull you your head away.

Sitting back on your knees, you open your mouth to show him that you’ve swallowed everything you’ve given him. Chikara groans, propping himself up on one arm and pulling you into a sloppy kiss with the other. He can taste himself on your tongue and it pulls a low, rumbling moan from his chest. You push him back down on the mattress, straddling him and pulling your dress over your head in one fast motion. Your breasts hang heavy from your chest, and Chikara realizes as he drinks in your form - this is the first time he’s ever seen you laid bare like this. His hands still at his sides, yet he’s so eager to touch you, eager to please you, eager to make you scream… it’s overwhelming.

“Touch me, Chikara?”

Chikara’s entire body goes rigid at your request. He’s not a virgin by any means - he’s had a handful of flings since starting college, but none of them really meant anything to him. But this time… this time is different. And with the only exception being when he was subbed in after Daichi’s injury back in his second year of high school, he’s the most nervous he’s ever been in his life. It’s almost as if you sense his nerves, because you lean down and kiss him reassuringly.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you whisper against his lips, the smell of wine on your breath flooding his senses.

“No,” he stammers. “I want to. Sorry, I’m just - just a little nervous.”

“Don’t be,” you murmur with a smile. You give him another gentle kiss and prop yourself above him on your elbows, breasts dangling tantalizingly in front of his eyes.

Chikara tentatively tilts his chin up, wrapping his lips around one of your pert nipples and circling his tongue around the stiffening bud.

“F-fuck,” you whimper. “That feels good.”

Reaching up, he takes your other tit in his hand and carefully squeezes the soft flesh, tweaking your nipple between his fingertips and making you whine.

“Yes, fuck,” you moan softly, taking his free hand and guiding it down towards your clothed pussy. “Need more. Please.”

Chikara trails his hand down your body, over the curve of your stomach and the lace of your panties. He delicately cups your sex in his hand, pushing aside your panties and feeling the wetness pooling between your legs. He moans into your tit, grazing his teeth over your nipple. Your nails dig into his shoulders, pressing little crescent moons into his flushed skin.

He swirls his fingers through your folds before slowing pressing his middle finger into your soaking pussy. You whine quietly as he carefully pumps his finger in and out of your wet heat. Soon, he pushes a second finger in, and then a third, gently scissoring them inside of you. Thrusting even more deeply, he curls his fingers experimentally and you cry out when he brushes a bumpy spot inside your walls.

“Fuck, right there, please!” you beg, cunt pulsing around his fingers. You grind down harder on his hand, gripping his shoulders to brace yourself.

“My clit, Chikara, please,” you whimper.

Chikara swipes his thumbs over your folds exploratorily, sucking harder at your tit. “A little higher,” you say, guiding his thumb toward the sensitive bundle. When his thumb catches on the bud, you squeeze even harder around his fingers and moan loudly. Chikara keeps his thumb there, rubbing careful circles around your clit and drawing long whines from you as he fucks you with his fingers.

“Is that good?” he asks.

“Yeah, so good,” you whimper. “Don’t stop.”

Bracing you with his other hand, Chikara nibbles at the soft fat of your tit, leaving a trail of love bites across your chest. You grind down on his hand, and every time his fingers catch that soft spot inside of you, you mewl and beg for more. Chikara can tell you’re getting close from the way your cunt pulses around his fingers and how your whines get higher and higher.

“Please,” you mewl. “I’m so close.”

Just as you’re about to fall apart, Chikara rips his fingers from your pussy and rolls you underneath him in one swift motion. You whine and open your mouth to protest, but your complaint is muffled when Chikara presses his fingers down on your tongue.

“Suck,” he says. You turn to putty in his hands, closing your lips around his fingers and swirling your tongue around them. The ease with which you submit to him sends a wave of confidence through Chikara and he bends low to your ear.

“See you good you taste?” he asks lowly, nibbling on your earlobe.

“Mmm-hmm,” you whimper, a violent shudder running through your body.

“And you wouldn’t deprive me of that, would you?” he whispers, leaning back over you.

You look up at him with glassy eyes and shake your head no. The way you suck harder on his fingers has him choking back a moan, and he pulls them from your mouth.

“Turn over for me.”

You squirm underneath him, and Chikara sits back on his heels so you can roll onto your stomach. As you settle on your hands and knees, he removes his shirt the rest of the way and throws it on the ground.

“Let me see that pretty pussy of yours,” he whispers, grabbing your hips and pulling your ass up in the air.

He quickly yanks down your panties and you kick them off to the side. You arch your back and wiggle your ass for him, smirking mischievously at him from over your shoulder. You gasp when he suddenly brings his hand down hard across your ass cheek. He soothes the sting by pressing light kisses across your skin, before leaning in close to your entrance.

“Fuck,” he says, spreading your cheeks and admiring the way your slick shines on the soft petals of your pussy. “You’re so wet.”

“Are you just gonna stare, or –ahhhh!”

Your teasing is interrupted when Chikara licks a long, flat stripe between your folds, lapping up your slick and pushing it back into your weeping hole. You cry out again, falling down to your shoulders and burying your face in the pillow, gripping the sheets that your knuckles turn white. Chikara takes one cheek in each hand, massaging your ass and fucking you with his tongue. The pillow muffles your voice, but the way your slick dribbles down his chin tells him everything he needs to know. He feels you shift under him and your trembling voice gives him pause.

“Please,” you whimper. “Need more.”

Chikara hums into your cunt and reaches between your legs, stroking your clit methodically. You grind back on his face and chant his name like a quiet prayer. Your sheer desperation for him sparks a fire in Chikara’s body that goes straight to his cock. He increases his pace on your clit and moans into your cunt. You throw your head back, crying out in pleasure. You’re so needy, so responsive, and it fuels Chikara more than he’d like to admit. You beg him for more, more, more, and his cock twitches back to life between his legs, burning with the need to fill you. He wants to fuck you so bad, to make you scream his name and beg for his cum. But first, he wants to feel you gush all over his face.

He pulls his tongue out of your cunt and replaces it with two of his fingers, slowly pumping them back and forth. He feels around inside you carefully, curling his fingers until he finds that soft spot that had you crying out for him earlier. When he finally reaches it, you moan shamelessly, pushing back into his hand.

“How does that feel?” he asks, pressing a hot kiss to your right ass cheek and making you whine.

“Feels so good,” you answer breathily.

“I want you to come all over my tongue, can you be a good girl and do that for me?”

“Yeah,” you mewl, pussy clenching around his fingers.

“You like that?” he asks. “You like when I call you my good girl?”

“Fuck, yes,” you whine. “Wanna be your good girl.”

He rewards you by running his tongue up and down your folds again, quickly finding your clit again and swirling his tongue around it. You push back into his face, desperate for more friction, desperate for him. Chikara feels his balls tighten between his legs at your growing restlessness, so he wraps his free hand around his throbbing cock, still damp with your saliva, and pumps it in his fist in time with his fingers.

“Shit, I’m so close,” you whimper.

Chikara flicks his tongue over your folds faster and more deliberately. He feels your pussy start to spasm around his fingers again, and you come with a loud cry of his name. Chikara quickly rips his fingers out of you and presses his tongue to your cunt, desperate to lap up every drop of your release. You grind back on his face, and Chikara greedily sucks and slurps up your release as it coats his lips and tongue.

As much as he wants to take you, the taste of you is so intoxicating that part of him wishes he could keep his face between your legs as long as possible. He lazily drags his tongue all around your cunt until you shake and whimper under his touch. Leaving one last hot, open-mouthed kiss on your core, he sits back up and groans into your skin.

“You taste so fucking good,” he groans.

Precum dribbles from the tip of Chikara’s cock, aching with the need to fuck you. He grips his cock and rubs the head along your glistening folds, hissing at just how wet and warm you feel. When his tip brushes against your sensitive clit, your body jerks under his touch and you cry out.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“I’m great,” you answer, reaching back towards him. He takes your hand and squeezes it reassuringly.

“Can I fuck you?” he asks.

“Please,” you say breathlessly, wiggling your butt for him just like you did before. “Want you so bad.”

Chikara leans over you, moving your hair over your other shoulder and leaving wet kisses along the side of your neck.

“Ride me,” he whispers into your skin. “Wanna see your face when you come.”

You look back at him over your shoulder. Your expression is soft, but the want in your eyes is undeniable. You quickly move out of the way and Chikara takes your place, lying flat on his back, his stiff cock slapping wetly against his stomach. You straddle him once again, grinding down on his dick and making him moan.

“Wait,” Chikara says, squeezing your thighs. “Do you have a condom?”

“I’m clean and on birth control,” you say, swiping your wet folds along his length again. “Please, Chikara. Just fuck me. Need you.”

Chikara can’t find it in himself to care about the potential consequences when you say his name so prettily, so when you take hold of his dick to guide it towards your heat, he lays back and lets you do so.

You throw your head back and let out the sweetest of moans as you sink down on his length. You look so beautiful above him, and your walls feel so snug around his cock that it’s almost too much for him to bear. Chikara curses under his breath as you rock your hips forward, your juices leaking down his shaft and pooling on his thighs.

Chikara reaches up, cupping your breast in his hand and sucking another mark right next to your nipple. Mewling quietly, you sit back, lifting yourself carefully and dropping yourself back down on his dick. Chikara lets out a choked moan and his hands fly to your hips. He throws his head back in pleasure, neck straining almost painfully against the pillows.

“So big,” you moan as you slowly fuck yourself on his cock. “Feels so good. I’m so full.”

“Fuuuuck,” he groans, squeezing your waist. He chances another look up at you, tilting his head forward and taking in your form in the dim lamplight. Your unabashed praise and the utterly blissed-out look on your face sparking something primal in him. He grips your hips tightly, thrusting into your heat as you bounce up and down on his cock, guided by his firm hands on your hips.

You fall forward on his chest as he fucks into you harder and kiss him messily, tongue laving over his. The wet squelching of your bodies slapping together and your breathy moans are like music to his ears. You’re so wet, and squeezing him so tightly that it takes nearly all of his willpower to not blow his entire load right away. He carefully drops a hand to the space between your legs, finding your clit again and drawing tight circles around it.

“Look at me,” Chikara says commandingly, increasing his pace on your clit and grinding harder into you. You do as he says, eyes hazy with pleasure.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs. “Wanna make you feel good, baby.”

“I… I’m so close,” you mewl. “Please. Let me come, Chikara.”

He nods, putting more gentle pressure on your clit and bucking into you even more aggressively. You gasp and shift above him, back arching and head thrown back. Your hair cascades down your shoulders and you cry out in euphoria, the dim light of the bedside lamp casting an angelic glow over your body as you come.

Chikara can’t remember ever seeing something so beautiful.

You collapse forward on Chikara’s chest, back heaving with heavy breaths. Intertwining his fingers in your hair, he kisses you with a voracious hunger he didn’t realize he was even capable of possessing. Your tongues tangle together messily, making him moan into your open mouth. You set your forehead on his when you break the kiss, panting heavily.

“I’m not done with you yet,” Chikara says, wiggling out from underneath you. He gently pushes you to the side until you lay face-down in the sheets. Quickly moving behind you, he lifts your hips up and fully seats his cock back inside you in one swift push, ripping a surprised gasp from you. He fucks you slowly at first, savoring the intense squeeze of your pussy yet again. Despite both of the intense orgasms he’s given you tonight, you push your ass back into him and moan, begging for more.

And who is he to not oblige your request?

Chikara speeds his thrusts up into a much more brutal pace, heavy balls slapping your clit and making you scream. He can feel how much deeper he reaches at this angle, and he shudders as your silken walls spasm around his cock. Fisting a hand in your hair, he pulls you up to your knees and presses your back against his chest. His other arm snakes down your torso and lands between your legs, just over your soaked core. He holds you tightly as he fucks up into you and mercilessly rolls your abused clit between his fingers, pulling another ragged moan from you. Your pussy flutters around him and you weakly grope at his hand.

“S-sensitive,” you slur.

“I know,” Chikara grits out. “But you’re being so good. I know you can take it. You can take it, right?”

You nod almost drunkenly, tipping your head back against his shoulder. You clench around him again, and he hisses and tightens his grip in your hair. Tilting your head to the side, he bites down on that spot where your neck meets your shoulder, sucking hard until a dark mark blooms on your skin. He quickly soothes it with flat licks of his tongue, and you whimper his name again. Letting go of your hair, he reaches around and fondles your tit in his hand instead, squeezing the soft flesh and tugging on your nipple. You sigh at his touch and roll your hips back to meet his thrusts. Trying to stabilize yourself with the little strength you have left, your hand leaves his arm and curls around the back of his head, fingers threading through his trimmed hair.

“That’s my girl. You like being fucked like this?” Chikara groans in your ear.

“Uh huh,” you whimper, turning your head and kissing him messily. “So deep.”

“Fuck, I can tell,” he huffs into your open mouth. “You’re suckin’ me in so well.”

“Ple…please,” you whine, tugging so hard on his hair that it hurts. “More.”

“What? You wanna come again?” he asks condescendingly.

“Uh huh.”

“So-fuck… so fuckin’ greedy,” he grunts. “Be a good girl and beg for it.”

You moan at his command and push your ass into him again.

“Please,” you whimper. “Please make me come. I need it. Need you.”

“Tell me who’s making you feel this good,” he grunts, increasing his speed and pressure on your clit.

“You are!” you cry out, pressing your ass into him even harder.

“Tell me who you belong to.”

“You!” you repeat, panting and shaking in his hold.

“Say my name.”

“I’m yours, Chikara! All yours! Always yours!” you practically sob, tears pricking at your eyes from the overstimulation.

“Be a good girl and come for me.”

The tight coil in your core snaps once again and you come with a loud cry, cunt pulsating around Chikara’s dick. You shudder in his grasp as your orgasm rips through you and you fall forward on the mattress, utterly boneless and unable to catch yourself. Chikara can’t help the loud and throaty moans that spill from his lips at the feeling of you coming so fucking hard for him, pussy still spasming around his throbbing dick. He grips your waist and situates himself just above you, hips snapping ruthlessly against the plush curve of your ass. You whimper underneath him as he desperately chases his own release, fucking into your dripping pussy with unrestrained fervor. He’s sure you can feel how close he is, with the way his dick twitches inside you and the way the pace of his thrusts becomes more and more erratic.

“Where do you want me?” he chokes out, on the verge of losing himself to you.

“Inside, Chikara, please!” you cry. “Fill me up, please! Want your cum so bad. Please.”

Chikara shudders and burrows his head into the crook of your neck. He bites down on your neck again, sucking another mark into your skin and making you cry out. After a few more harsh thrusts, Chikara spills into your heat with a loud groan of your name, sending rope after rope of his cum into your cunt and making you whine. White hot pleasure consumes his entire body, and his thrusts grow slower and shallower as he milks himself of every last drop of his release. His body feels like it’s on fire as he comes down from his high.

And suddenly, he remembers where he is.

As soon as he finds it in himself to calm down and get the feeling in his legs back, Chikara hastily pulls out of you. He scrambles off the bed towards the bathroom, but your quiet question stops him in his tracks.

“Where are you going?”

Chikara glances over his shoulder at you. You roll over onto your back and spread yourself prettily on the bed. Moonlight trickles in through the opening in between the curtains, casting a tantalizing glow over your skin. His eyes rake over your naked body, and he desperately tries to ignore the way his cum slowly leaks from your pussy. Chikara swallows hard, trying his best to disregard the heat that flares inside of him yet again.

“Gotta clean up,” he says, gesturing towards the bathroom.

“Aren’t you gonna at least give me a kiss before you run off?” you ask with stars in your eyes.

He knows he shouldn’t. But your sleepy and fucked out smile makes his heart clench in his chest and lures him back in.

You really have no idea what you do to him.

Chikara makes his way back to the bed, leaning over you and planting a chaste kiss on your lips. But when he tries to pull away, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and try to deepen the kiss.

“Settle down,” he says, prying your arms off of himself and stepping away.

“Fine,” you huff, pursing your lips in a cute little pout.

Chikara hurries into the bathroom and locks the door. He grabs the nearest towel, wets it, and wipes down his dick and thighs. As soon as he dries off, he takes a long look at himself in the mirror. His face is still flushed, his hair is sweaty and wild, and lipstick stains are slathered across his neck and chest. There’s no way he can return to the reception looking like this without rumors flying around, and if you look half as messy as he does, you probably aren't going to be able to go back any time soon either. He sighs and splashes his face in the sink before wiping the lipstick off his skin and grabbing a fresh washcloth for you to clean yourself along with a cup of water. By the time he’s done and gets up the courage to leave the bathroom, you knock on the door and Chikara nearly jumps out of his skin.

“Are you almost done in there? I need to pee.”

“Uh, yeah,” he says, opening the door.

You stand before him in all your naked splendor. The smile you give him is so soft that it makes his heart feel like it’s sunk into his stomach. You look so beautiful with your mussed hair and the marks he sucked into your skin on full display. He begins to feel overcome with the urge to kiss you breathless yet again, but he fights it back and clears his throat awkwardly.

“Here,” he says, handing you the washcloth and water, and quickly exiting the bathroom before he feels even more tempted to touch you. After slipping his boxers back on, he climbs into bed and stares at the ceiling, hoping that he falls asleep before he has to see you smile at him like that again. Your words echo painfully in his mind and he squeezes his eyes shut.

“I’m yours, Chikara! All yours! Always yours!”

It felt so good hearing you scream those words, but it stings to think about it now, knowing that it’s just one of those things that people say in the heat of the moment. Why would you actually mean those words, especially when they’re about him?

Chikara buries his face into the pillows in frustration. Now that he’s finally had you, finally been able to show you what you mean to him, he’s going to lose you again just as quickly as he did before. And it hurts so bad, pretending that you were his again, even if it was for just one night.

No, you’ve never truly been his. He’s an idiot for tricking himself into thinking otherwise. He rolls over, letting out a defeated sigh and dragging his hands down his cheeks.

The click of the bathroom door opening shakes Chikara from his negative train of thought, and he quickly rolls over to face away from the bathroom door, pretending to be asleep. The only noise in the room is the quiet pitter-patter of your feet along the carpeted floor. The mattress dips down next to him and he can hear the sheets rustling beside him. You slide in under the covers next to him and snuggle into his back.

Chikara’s breath hitches when you place several featherlight kisses along his back and shoulders, and he knows that you know he’s still awake. He carefully wiggles from your grasp and rolls over, only to be greeted by your sleepy, cute smile.

“Hey,” you whisper, eyes blinking slowly with fatigue.

“Hey,” he answers quietly.

You press your lips to his once more, but unlike your frantic kisses on the elevator, this one is unhurried, languid, and gentle, and Chikara can’t help but kiss you back. This time, he pours everything he wishes he could say into this kiss. How much he misses you, how much he wants you back, how afraid he is of getting his heart broken again. You break the kiss first and wrap an arm around his waist, trailing your fingertips up and down his back.

“Hold me?” you ask quietly.

“Okay.”

Chikara tentatively wraps his arms around you and you snuggle into him, snaking one of your legs between his.

“Missed you so much, Chikara,” you murmur sleepily against his lips. “Wanted you back for so long.”

God, how he wishes you wouldn’t say things like that when you don’t mean it.

Soon, your breathing slows and deepens into a steady, sleepy pattern. Once he’s sure you’re asleep, Chikara runs his fingers through your hair, hoping that the painful thundering of his heart doesn’t wake you. “I missed you too,” he whispers, blinking away the tears that threaten to fall from his eyes.

Holding you like this hurts. Lying here, feeling your legs intertwined with his hurts. The lingering scent of your shampoo invading his senses hurts. Yet, he doesn’t have the heart to get out of bed or wake you and ask you to go. So for now, he’s going to hold you close one last time before you leave him behind and break his heart yet again.

The other side of the bed is cold when Chikara wakes up the next morning. He’s not surprised, but that doesn’t alleviate the pained heartache he feels at your absence. He sits up, looking around for any sign of you, but your dress is no longer on the floor and your phone is gone too. Running a hand through his hair, he rolls over and reaches for his phone on the bedside table. No messages from you, but a bunch from Nishinoya and two from Tanaka.

Nishinoya: Chikara!! You two ran out so fast that I didn’t have a chance to apologize for bumping in to both of you like that. Everything okay? Nishinoya: Where are you, dude? Nobody’s seen you in a while. Nishinoya: Did the two of you…? Nishinoya: I see... Make sure to wrap it before you tap it! ;)

Tanaka: My man!! Don’t think I didn’t see the two of you sneaking out together LMAO Tanaka: See you soon, brother. Thanks for everything.

Chikara sighs in exasperation and drops his phone on the bed. He’s supposed to be the responsible one, so how could he be so damn stupid?

Whatever.

At least Tanaka doesn’t seem to be mad about him ditching the end of the reception.

Suddenly, Chikara hears the sound of the toilet flushing inside the bathroom. He bolts upright in surprise and immediately regrets it, pain thrumming through his head from the untold number of whiskey shots he had last night. He looks around for something to put on, settling for his discarded dress shirt. By the time he’s slipped it on, you step out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but his undershirt and your panties. Your nipples peek through the thin white fabric of his shirt, and Chikara has to force himself to look away, lest he be drawn back into your trap again.

“Good morning,” you say happily, coming over and placing a chaste kiss on his cheek.

“Morning,” he says curtly.

If you notice his tone, you don’t acknowledge it, instead walking over to the coffee maker.

“I had a pretty bad headache this morning, so I made some coffee. Do you want some?” you ask. “I’ve been up for a while so it’s probably not very hot anymore.”

“No.”

You glance back over at him, pursing your lips and furrowing your brow.

“Okay… well, it’s there if you change your mind.”

Chikara’s heart and mind both race as you slip back into the bathroom.

What are you still doing here?

The only noise in the hotel room is the muffled sound of the faucet running behind the closed bathroom door. Chikara sits there in silence, anxiously waiting for you to emerge again. His heart and his mind are at war with each other as he waits. There are so many things he wants to say, yet all his thoughts are conflicting.

I miss you. I don’t want to see you again.

Take me back. Please leave.

It’s all just so confusing. He fully expected you to be gone when he woke up in the morning, but you weren’t. You’re still here. And you’re wearing his clothes.

God, he hates how good you look in his clothes.

The bathroom door clicks open again, pulling Chikara out of his stupor, but doing nothing to settle his nerves. You step out of the bathroom, wearing your dress that you wore last night. The fabric is damp around your chest, and the whiskey is mostly washed out, but there’s still a slight golden smudge along your neckline. Chikara’s shirt is folded carefully when you hand it to him. Your fingers graze his arm slightly and he pulls away like your touch somehow burned him. Your frown deepens and you turn towards the door.

“I can tell you don’t want me here, so I’ll just go,” you murmur. “I’m sorry. Goodbye, Chikara.”

“That’s not true,” Chikara blurts out as you make your way towards the door. You freeze, your gaze locked on the ground. Neither of you speak for some time.

“Why are you still here?” Chikara asks, breaking the silence. “I thought you’d be gone by now.”

“Because I wasn’t lying when I said that I missed you last night,” you say, turning around and looking at him, regret and hurt in your eyes. Chikara swears his heart stops for a moment when the words pass your lips. “I know how badly I hurt you when I left. And I know I can’t just magically fix what I did. I just thought… I just thought that after last night, maybe we could start over. But I understand if you don’t want to see me again.”

Your voice trails off and you look at him sadly. The sight makes Chikara’s heart drop once again.

“Is that what you want?” you ask.

“I don’t know what I want,” Chikara admits after another pregnant pause.

You worry your lower lip between your teeth, eyes darting around the room like you’re looking for something. You hurry over to the bedside table and open the drawer. Next to the Gideon Bible is a small notepad with the hotel’s logo stamped across the bottom of each page. You scribble a handful of digits down on the first sheet, tear it off, and hand it to him.

“I don’t know if you still have my number, but if you make up your mind, call me,” you say. “Let me take you out to dinner. Okay?”

And with that, you leave Chikara’s hotel room with a quiet goodbye. He holds the paper in his hands, eyes scanning over the digits of your phone number. It’s still the same number you had in high school, and somehow, he still has it memorized, even after all these years. Within a matter of minutes, he grabs his phone and types out a single message to you.

“Just one dinner.”

Sent.

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cryingcow · 2 years

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Yellow Dragon Wandering Chronicles [RGGO] --- Ch. 5

[5-1] | [5-2] | [5-3] | [5-4]

Previously: After several weeks spent doing who-knows-what, Ryuji and Joon-gi continue their foodtrip in Fukuoka. Ryuji proposes over ramen that the two of them become South Korean Business Besties (TM). However, they get ambushed by Kasuga “Japan’s most polite assassin” Ichiban and Kuze “someone please let this old man retire” Daisaku from the Tojo Clan because Tojo HQ doesn’t vibe with the thought of an Omi-Jingweon collab, and by Takayama and the Go-Ryu Clan because he still hates nepotism. Joon-gi calls the Jingweon HQ for backup, only for him to be denied and told that his mission is now to kill his friend.

Chapter 5! Alt title: “Remember when I wrote “'til death do they part” in the previous alt chapter title? Yeah . . .”. Mild Y2/YK2 spoilers!

[Chapter 5: Decision Time]

CHAPTER 5-1

Han: “Ryuji-san . . . kill him . . . ?!”

Jingweon Mafia: “That’s correct. Han Joon-gi, you are to get rid of Goda Ryuji with your own hands—show to the Tojo Clan and the Omi Alliance that we are withdrawing from the matter concerning Goda Ryuji. With that, we ‘strike a deal’ with them. Some money will be handed over. It’s not good to make waves right now with them. That is what the commander thinks.”

Han: “A-A word, please . . . ! Goda Ryuji is an important person who is also connected to the next Chairman of the Omi Alliance . . . ! If we successfully pull him into the organization, eventually a strong connection with the Omi can be formed . . . ! Even if we risk turning the Tojo Clan and Omi into an enemy, we should get something in return for drawing in the Omi . . . !”

Jingweon Mafia: “Hmph . . . that’s quite a lot of words, Han Joon-gi. Were you swayed by emotion on your long trip?”

Han: “Nothing like that! It’s because I’m putting the organization first . . . !”

Jingweon Mafia: “This conversation is over. The directive is not overturned. Or—do you intend to disobey our ‘iron creed’?”

Han: “—! . . . no, not at all.”

Jingweon Mafia: “Remember. Your oldest memory. The faces of those who beat you while you were on the verge of starvation.”

Han: “. . .”

Jingweon Mafia: “Who picked you up at death’s door and kept you alive up to this point?”

Han: “. . . Our Jingweon Mafia commander.”

Jingweon Mafia: “Then I ask. What is your life there for?”

Han: “. . . . . . All . . . All for the prosperity of our organization.”

----

Kasuga: “Shit. Where did that Silver Hair go . . .”

Kasuga: “! Kuze-no-aniki!”

{Ichiban runs over to Kuze.}

Kuze: “. . .”

Kasuga: “Aniki! I’m sorry, I lost sight of the silver-haired one. What about the golden-haired one?”

Kuze: “Lost him too. They know this city pretty well. Seems they were prepared for the attack. Fucking familiarized themselves with the byways and back alleys. . . . This may be more difficult than I expected.”

Kasuga: “We’re done for . . . alright, I’ll go look around again!”

?: “There’s no need for that.”

Kasuga: “Ah . . . ?”

Han: “Hello.”

Kasuga: “Silver Hair . . . ! Han, was it?!”

Han: “Please wait. I have no intention of resisting. I will surrender to you two.”

Kasuga: “Ah . . . ? Surrender . . . ?”

Han: “Yes. Rather, I would like to ask you for your cooperation.”

Kuze: “. . .”

Han: “I—. . . I will tell you where Goda Ryuji is.”

-END-

NOTES:

1) 手打ち = “striking a deal” or “coming to an agreement”, but also “making noodles by hand” or “killing with bare hands”, which is kinda rad :D

2) 情にほだされた = “swayed by emotion”. Alternatively, “moved/overcome by affection/sentiment”

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thisisthehardestthing · 3 years

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тоска, 18+ Tanaka x Reader, 2.2

Written for The Smut Pile Server Collab: Mafia AU | MASTERLIST HERE.

тоска tus-ka: Russian, noun It is a dull ache of the soul, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases, it may be the desire for somebody or something specific, nostalgia, lovesickness.

Russian Mafia AU: Tanaka Ryu x A Reader OC Rating: E for explicit Warnings: Violence, Blood, Death, Masturbation, Oral sex, Public Sex, Grinding, Cheating, Denied Orgasm, Manipulation, YEARNING Word count: 9,328 Part 1 | Part 2

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2.2

6. Tanaka

Daichi, Sergei, Ryunoslav and Yuuri sit in the wooden banya, white towels wrapped around their waists as they sweat and speak about the Georgian trip. It smells of cedar, rich and woody, and sweat. Like men.

“Boss Vashadze is unwell,” Daichi muses, knees spread wide as he relaxes against the hot walls, facing the glass door. “It won’t be long until he retires.”

Tanaka sits perpendicular to him, on a lower step with one foot perched up and his leg bent. Yuuri is opposite Tanaka, and Sergei stands, lightly smacking his back with a Venik, the scent of eucalyptus and birch dispersing through the air with each tap against his skin.

“That is good for you, bad for connections,” Sergei says, “how is business there?”

He always talked numbers first, pleasure second. Yuuri laughs, reaching for the besom of herbs from Sergei’s hold to lash his legs.

“Fine. I am gaining more of a footing around the ministers... However it will still take some time before they trust me. There are rumors of a new political party rising. We have to keep an eye open for unrest in Eastern Europe.”

“Ukraine?” Sergei asks, rubbing some of the leaves that stuck to his arms into his skin.

Daichi nods, then his eyes slide sideways to peer at Tanaka. His shaved hair has grown out slightly, which will be trimmed tonight, and he picks at his toenail of the foot bent beneath him.

“We can discuss strategy after we eat. How was your weekend, Ryunoslav?” The Bulldog asks, eyebrows raised.

Tanaka lifts his head casually with a simple smile.

“Just what I needed, spasiba Boss.”

Daichi’s laugh booms in the sauna, and Yuuri joins in, slapping the wood next to his thigh.

“Tell us more, Ryu! When I saw the first prostitute leave after thirty minutes, I thought it was over. But then, when I saw a second one arrive at midnight, I thought you must’ve not enjoyed the first.”

Tanaka frowns, looking at Yuuri in confusion before realising who he meant. He had seen Valentina arrive late at night, although he didn’t recognise her, or so he hopes.

“She was banging on the door very loudly, woke me up. Tell me, was it the same one from before wanting a second round?”

With a glance to Daichi, who is scanning his every expression,Tanaka shrugs.

“It was the same whore. I must be very good in bed.”

All the men burst out in laughter, but Tanaka laughs the loudest in compensation. Daichi closes his eyes as he tilts his head back.

“Well, she stayed for a long time. I only saw her leave past five am.”

“Yuuri, are you stalking Ryunoslav?” Sergei questions, using the water the Venik was soaking in to rinse off his body, the liquid sizzling as it hits the warm floor by his feet.

“No, I just found it interesting that Ryunoslav will fuck someone twice in a single night when there’s only been one woman he’s ever wan-”

“Yuuri.” Tanaka growls, cutting off his closest friend who has had too much vodka before entering the sauna. The heat and alcohol is loosening his tongue too quickly. Daichi sits up at this news, leaning forward so that muscle bulge and inflate.

“Oh? Is this true? Who is this woman?”

Tanaka waves his hand dismissively as he glares at Yuuri, “I met her years ago, when I first started working for you, Boss. No one of importance now.”

“Surely she still means something if you don’t want Yuuri to talk about her.” Sergei chimes in, climbing past their heads to sit on the top bench next to Daichi. Tanaka avoids his gaze, but can feel the Bulldog sniffing at the faint nerves that climb up Tanaka’s spine, his ears blushing red from the heat. He feels closed in, backed into a corner.

“It is an unrequited love, so please, I would prefer not to speak about it anymore.”

The men all murmur in understanding, except for Yuuri, who says, “I will just have to get you drunk to tell us about her then.”

7 - Valentina

Daichi sits across from you in the chartered jet, the beige leather seats muted even further with the deep rumble of the engine and the third glass of champagne in your veins. He’s reading a newspaper, you’re staring out at the cotton-peach clouds as they pass by. To your left, Sergei Sugawarov scribbles in books filled with numbers, the taptaptap of the calculator permeating the heavy air.

“Refill, Mrs. Sawamurova?” the air hostess asks, her smile wide as she holds the Moët & Chandon bottle in her manicured hands. She’s trembling slightly, and you smile reassuringly.

“Leave the bottle, thank you,” your heavy Russian accent drips from your tongue as you answer in English, and the bottle is placed in a silver ice bucket on the birchwood table between you and Daichi.

Two hours have passed during the five hour flight from Ufa Airport to Côte d'Azur Airport, and you pour another glass for yourself as you watch Daichi turn a page. He glances up at you with a small smile, but his eyes are hard. Something happened while he was in Georgia with your father. With a small smile of your own, you turn your gaze back to the window, leaving red lipstick on the rim of the glass.

A phone rings, and you hear Tanaka’s gruff voice answer the call, the memory of last week shooting painfully through your core.

“Oi?”

Some silence, before the Khazak turns in his seat behind Daichi and whispers through the space between the leather and the wall of the jet. You can’t help the way you look at him, stormy grey eyes peering out at you as he whispers into the ear of your husband. Your brow furrows when Daichi jerks his head in a slight nod, tense.

Tanaka retreats back around and you’re left staring at the empty spot, snapping your eyes to the calculating gaze of The Bulldog.

“Is everything alright, my love?” you ask, deciding to stand from your seat and sit on his arm rest.

Daichi folds the newspaper away, one arm wrapping around your waist while the other takes a sip of the champagne straight from the bottle.

“It seems this trip will not only be pleasure,” he muses, eyes closing as he swallows. However, when they open, his face melts into the calm reassurance you’ve always known when he smiles up at you and places a kiss to the cream wool crepe of your blouse. “I have something to take care of, but it will only be a moment. Nothing to worry about.”

You nod, delicate hands stroking at Daichi’s hair, but Tanaka’s cologne wafts up, invading your nose.

“I understand.”

***

The drive to the private Villa La Vigie winds between grey and green rock mountains to your left with glimpses of the dazzling azure ocean of where the French Riviera gets its name to your right. You’re invited to stay in the home of your fathers dear friend, Monsieur Lagerfeld, situated on a private hill just outside Monaco. He will not be there, March being the month he spends in his apartment in Paris, so you and Daichi and the many bodyguards take residence for the week.

You’ve visited this house a number of times in your youth, in your adulthood, and yet it steals the air from your lungs each time you return. It’s one o’clock in the afternoon when you pull up the driveway. In front of you, the two story villa looms in it’s beautiful white-painted glory, the sun a beacon shining upon it. Light brick extends below to where there is a wine cellar, garage and access to the private beach club below.

The car parks, and Daichi kisses your cheek in the backseat before he exits the vehicle and strides up the steps and through the large glass double doors, answering his phone while bodyguards open the way for him. You see Tanaka grip the steering wheel, the leather of his gloves stretch and squeak. It is the first time you are alone with him since that night a week ago, and the heater in the car feels sweltering against your skin.

“Thank you for the drive, Ryunoslav,” you mumble, shifting to the edge of the seat to leave out of the side Daichi had.

“Val,” he starts, then his mouth shuts and his eyes catch yours in the reflection of the rearview mirror, “of course.”

The terracotta tiles of the terrace reflect a salmon pink up the walls of the villa, and you smile at the men as you pass by and find the master bedroom on the first floor. You can already hear Daichi negotiating in the connected office, and you decide to bathe. As the water runs in the porcelain tub, the water mists with the scent of lavende de provence, and you open the windows looking out over the meditterean ocean. The salt and trees wash over you as the sound of the ocean crashing against rocks floats up, and for an instance, you imagine jumping out the window and into that endless blue. The winter air trickles into the warm bathroom.

Notes of a waltz dance in from the direction of the office and you see Daichi’s shadow move around in the bedroom as he unbuttons his cufflinks and loosens his navy blue tie. He walks into the bathroom where you’ve already slipped on the linen bathrobe, your blouse and jeans folded neatly onto the clothes ladder leaning against the wall.

“Care to join?” you ask, clipping your hair up. Daichi peels his shirt off and drops it near your own in a crumpled pile, his thick muscles rippling with each movement as he undresses.

“Prosti, Gadyuka. I have to get to the board meeting before the gala tonight,” he apologises, turning on the glass door shower as he gets into it on the opposite side to the bath. You watch as the water in the faucet of the bath sputters, and your heart imitates.

“Ah yes, I forgot. What-”

“The car arrives at seven, Khazak will escort you.”

Your head whips around to stare at Daichi as he massages white suds over his body, large palms running over his chest where the Sawamurov crest is tattooed in a large circle. He raises his eyebrows. You clear your throat, standing to drop the gown and dip a toe into the water.

“Not you?”

“Unfortunately no, but I will be there waiting for you. I know the dress you are wearing and can’t have any man trying to steal you for himself.”

Daichi’s honeyed words wash over you as you submerge into the water, turning off the faucet and staring out to the sea, a stark sapphire against the lily-white of the bathroom walls and window pane. In the mirror above the sink, you can see The Bulldog get out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his defined waist while he shakes the water from his hair.

You laugh as you turn to observe him while he pats on the cologne displayed on the sink, before brushing his teeth.

“I doubt anyone will try to steal me away.”

He looks at you in the reflection, a curious expression in his eyes, before he spits and rinses.

“Yes, well, you never know. You might run off with a French vineyard heir by the end of the night.”

“Never, Daichi. No one can be my Bulldog but you.”

He snorts, turning to watch as you lather yourself in Chanel shower gel, the scent mixing with the lavender already clinging to the air.

“Da, no one is like me.”

He leans down to place a chaste kiss on your lips before he exits the bathroom and changes into a clean outfit waiting for him in the Master bedroom. The made-to-measure Chanel suit hangs in a black garment bag that he carries out with him as he leaves to join the council meeting of the European Casino Association before the Annual Art Auction tonight.

The interaction runs through your mind as you mull over the look in his eyes, the way he tensed before he kissed you goodbye, the faintest flicker of jealousy in his eyes that flared when he joked about you leaving him. Suddenly, you remember Ryunoslav’s lips against your neck and you squeeze your eyes shut. With a deep inhale, you sink deep under the water to feel it tickle your nostrils and earlobes, before submerging your head.

Your fingers find the curves of your thighs, dragging up slowly to feel how the water moves around your hands and displaces against your skin. You lift your face slightly, until the edge of the water tickles your skin and you inhale, swirling the skin of your clit. In your mind, Ryunoslav’s kisses fall hot and wet against your body, skin red and heated in the bathtub while you press hard circles against sensitive nerves. You’re not trying to take it slow, coaxing the first wave of clenches quickly as you imagine a thick cock sliding over and over inside you.

Ryunoslav morphs into Daichi, and you sit up with a gasp, fingers not slowing, your hand gripping the handle of the tub tightly as your abdomen contracts. Uncontrollably, Ryu and Daichi alternate, their bodies shifting fluidly until a faceless man fucks into you.

You orgasm on the verge of tears, confused and aching. The styling team will arrive in an hour.

You stand, feeling the cold winter air touch your heated skin. Wrapped again in the robe, you close the window and bind your hair in a towel.

A Russian Waltz still plays on the radio inside the ensuite office, and you look around to filter the channel to a French songstress crooning over the small speakers. Next to the stereo, is Daichi’s small black book, open to his to-do list, and your eyes scan over it before you can stop yourself, reading the neatly scribbled words.

14 March 2006, 1:00 am, La Serpent Fleur

That was the name of the Superyacht you and Daichi are to go on after the gala for the afterparty to the auction. You frown, thinking of the myriad of reasons what he might do there, who he’ll meet with other than the ECA board today. It must be to do with what happened in Georgia and was whispered to him during the flight.

You turn, leaving the book just as you found it and unpack the suitcase that was brought to the bedroom in preparation for tonight.

8. Tanaka

Ryunoslav waits at the front door, facing the short five-stair foyer that branches into the stairwell leading to the first floor. The golden light of the sunset filters in gentle waves through the chiffon curtains of the entry hall.

The first thing he sees of Valentina is in the reflection of the large silver mirror facing the stairwell on the landing. A single leg slinking out from a thigh-high slit, while a heart shaped pump in patent black is clasped around her ankle. The metal YSL heel clinks with each step. Next is the black, silk crepe de chine perfectly draping to the floor–not clinging to anything but the curve of her hips–and the bodice tailored to her waist in a tight structure that pendulums side-to-side.

However, what steals the very air from his lungs, stops his heart, is the bustier covering her breasts. The dress is strapless, the neckline two rounded cups that trace down the sides of her cleavage and towards her ribs before turning and meeting in a gentle hill at the end of her sternum. The dress is Yves Saint Laurent. Ryunoslav watches as Valentina rounds the stairwell and stands at the top of the foyer, opera length gloves running up her arms and with one hand on her hip while the other clasps a small black Bulgari clutch. Around her neck is a pendant necklace, emeralds glittering amongst diamonds and silver, set in the shape of a viper head. Matching emerald drop earrings hang from her lobes, reflecting the golden sun and glittering green against her neck. Valentina’s hair is pinned up, and that tattoo that curls from her left shoulder down her arm disappears beneath the gloves, reminding him that beauty is a secret poison. He swallows, blinks, then climbs up the steps to hand her the white fur coat he was holding.

“Vot eto da… You look beautiful, Mrs. Sawamurova.” Tanaka whispers, mindful of the bodyguards and staff littering the villa.

“Spasiba, Khazak,” she smiles, slipping her arms into the silk lining and fixing the collar. “Is the car ready?”

“Da.”

“Good, let’s go.”

The exchange between them feels mechanical, and Tanaka rushes ahead to open the car door, waiting until she is comfortable before shutting it and sliding into the driver’s seat. It is nowhere near the low temperatures of Russia in March, however he can’t stop the shivers that travel up his spine, and the ugly twist of jealousy that stabs at his heart.

The Casino de Monte Carlo, where the gala is being held, is a mere five minute drive from the villa, yet the silence is heavy, weighted, and slows down time.

“I missed you last week,” Valentina whispers, looking out the window at the midnight blue sky. A traffic light changes from red to green.

“Me too.”

The conversation ends when Ryunoslav pulls the Aston Martin around the fountain, waiting behind a elder couple stepping out of their black limo. The statues on either side of the Casino name look down at him as he parks and climbs out, a porter beating him to her door.

Camera’s flash, the music of a quartet floats out from the massive wooden doors up the entryway, and Ryunoslav remains closely behind Valentina’s right arm as he escorts her inside, pulling the ticket for both of them from his inner coat pocket and handing it to the doorman.

The grand foyer of the Casino is massive, ceilings high with a stained-glass skylight and the floor a white tile with black triangles in a circular pattern. Posed around the room, mostly in the center of the circles, are the artworks up for auction: a variety of paintings, sculptures, artifacts and some vintage designer jewellery. The golden chandeliers light the air with a sepia filter that softens the chatter and noise within. On the first floor bannister across the long hall, is a banner exclaiming, ‘2006 Annual ECA Art Auction’. Couples mingle, champagne is sipped and the Hors d’oeuvres are ignored in favour of the alcohol.

“I will check our coats,” Tanaka murmurs low in Russian, watching as Val slides the white fur down her arms to hand it to him with a polite smile, the kind he’s seen her wear in the public eye alongside Daichi for many years now.

“I’ll wait here, then we go find Daichi.”

His heart thumps painfully, the curve of her shoulders delicate as they flex in passing the heavy coat, but he nods and heads to the coat check just off the side. In passing, he spots Daichi at the top of the red-carpeted staircase, head bowed to speak secretly with someone Ryunoslav can not see, but knows. Daichi’s eyes find the growing storm in Tanaka’s with a smile, and he straightens to bid the woman a goodbye and descends the stairs.

“Sir,” Tanaka nods, pocketing the number for the coats.

“Ryunoslav,” Daichi returns the greeting, casually clapping the man on his shoulder. “Enjoy the evening, I will see you at the yacht later, yes?”

“She could’ve seen you, sir.” Tanaka whispers, carefully keeping eye contact with his Boss. Daichi smirks cooly, glancing back up the stairs and at a retreating woman’s back wearing a deep green dress.

“She did not see me. Thank you, again, for keeping this secret. Now, go, enjoy the party. Hell, if you see something you like, bid on it. I will pay.”

With that, Daichi walks past his Head of Security, chest puffing up as he walks towards his wife. Ryunoslav watches as she gives Daichi a gentle kiss on the cheek before wrapping a gloved hand around his bicep and following him into the crowd.

9. Valentina

The evening passes by in a blur.

The dinner and speeches take up half the evening before the auction begins, and the gala attendees disperse throughout the Casino, while you and Daichi walk to the gardens. Heaters are spaced periodically, warmth sinking below while gentle lights litter the walkways and grass. The stone steps leading there are cool, and you see your breath misting with each exhale before you’re back under the warmth.

The area of the auction outside has statues, planted with lighting that bring the romantic and violent figures to life.

“This one would look beautiful in our gardens in summer,” you muse, studying a small mermaid brushing her hair, tail flicked up and shells covering her breast.

“Anything for you,” Daichi replies, writing down a number with his auction code and placing it in the poll box besides the statue.

You just laugh politely, aware of Daichi’s two bodyguards following the both of you.

“Let’s go back inside. I want to see how our bid on the Kandinsky is doing.” Daichi offers, but you shake your head.

“I’ll walk around here for a bit longer. It’s such a beautiful night and the noise inside was giving me a headache.”

“As you wish.”

You spend a few minutes admiring the remaining statues, finding a waiter that hands you a glass of champagne. With small sips, you hug an arm around your waist, looking over the stone wall at the beautiful, glittering scenery of Monte-Carlo below. You find yourself tucked away in a dark corner of the ledge, where the lights of the gala are few, the tree branches of the gardens overhang, and the city has come to life beneath you. You can hear jazz music from a bar down the road, and you wish you were sitting on a terrace with a glass of wine instead.

“C’est magnifique, non?” A heavy french accent sinks into you, and you glance at the man that leans with his back to the view, a deep purple suit contrasting against his tanned skin and sharp cheekbones. He smokes a hand-rolled cigarette. You look back out at the city.

“Oui, trop beau,” you reply softly, taking another sip, shifting onto the foot farthest from the stranger. He turns and offers you one of the smokes, tucking it away in his jacket breast pocket with a smile and a tap when you decline. His eyes travel down your breasts, before glancing back up to your arching brows and unamused eyes.

“Je ne parle pas de la vue,” I do not mean the view, “Emmanuelle Beauchant,” he offers an outstretched palm.

“Valentina,” he lifts your gloved hand to his lips, but hovers just above contact when you continue, “Sawamurova.”

“Desolee, I did not realise you were not French, or married,” Emmanuelle apologises in English.

You smile politely, lifting the glass to your mouth to down the last of the fizzing alcohol.

“An honest mistake.”

“Your husband’s Casinos are some of my favourites. Please, accept my apologies. Let me get you a new glass.” He waves down a waiter, plucking the empty flute from your fingers and replacing it before you can reject. “I am the coordinator of this petite soiree. Enjoy your evening, Mrs. Sawamurova.” With that, he leaves in a hurry, scampering off into the light much like he had appeared, leaving you alone again. Almost.

You feel the warmth of another body to your right, and you almost sigh from exhaustion when Ryunoslav’s gruff voice washes over you in comforting Russian. It breaks like the wave against the shore.

“I thought I would have to scare him away.”

Tanaka’s serious eyes beneath the shadow of a deep brow pulls the first real chuckle of the evening from your chest, and you see his shoulders somewhat relax as he leans with a hip on the stone.

“It was innocent, Ryu.”

“He wanted to fuck you.”

“He’s French,” you counter, placing the champagne glass down, sliding it away from your body and towards the party. “And everyone wants to fuck me.”

You spin, losing your balance as Tanaka pulls your hand towards him and twists you so that your back presses against the cool stone in a darkened alcove. His forehead is on yours, eyes shut, and breath fanning over your lips. Your own chest heaves with the sudden rush. His hands dig into your hips, yours into his shoulders. Your bag drops to the floor.

“You have no idea,” each word is punctuated by palms shimmying up the side of your waist, thumbs digging into the fabric, “how badly I want to fuck you too.”

He wraps his thick forearms behind your back hugging you tight and into himself as he folds over you and brings his lips to touch yours. It’s deep, and although passion usually pours from his kiss, this one is born out of jealousy, desperation, and desire.

Compliments drip like honey from Ryunoslav’s mouth as he mumbles them into your skin, words melting so that they become part of you.

“Ryu, Ryu, stop, we can’t. It’s so open.”

He shushes you, a palm snaking under the boning of the open neckline to cup the breast, nipplie erect from the night chill. “No one saw me come here.”

“But the people. They know who I am, mmpf.” A pinch to your nipple has you moaning under your breath, head tilting back against the stone, cold against heated flesh.

“They are all too busy with their own conquests, showing up one another.”

“You light a fire in my heart,” his onslaught of compliments don’t cease, and you realise that tonight is the tipping point. The intensity of his words drag you beneath his waters, much like the way his fingers find the high slit of your dress and sink into your folds. Your knee falls open to let him pull you deeper.

“Underwear?”

“Not with this dress.”

“Whore.” Teeth nip at your neck.

“Yours.”

An animalistic groan rumbles through your veins from his mouth, and you clutch at the lapel of his jacket as his fingers thrust shallow, over and over again. You want him–need him– inside you, and the thought of public sex no longer scares you. In this moment, only Ryunoslav exists, the smell of lilies and the fresh ocean fill you, devouring you with a hint of something darker that you recognise as human.

Sin. And something else.

A zipper comes down, his cock unfolds and stretches you out.

“I love you.”

The words tumble from your lips before you can stop them, and even then, you don’t keep them in as you whisper, him thrustsing into your aching core. You vaguely hear him mumbling it back to you. His voice low and sincere, forehead against yours, lips against yours. Your bodies become one.

“Blyat, where can I?” desperation fills his voice, and you barely utter the words before he spills inside you, keeping you warm and plugged up, panting against his face, chin tucked down.

A hand rifles through his pants pocket, and he pulls out his regular small handkerchief, stained, but comforting. You take it from him, careful to keep your face hidden as he pulls out and you wipe yourself under your skirt.

“Ryunoslav.” His name feels like lava, molten on your tongue as it rolls down your body and ignites a fire over your skin, burning you. “We have to stop seeing each other.”

He tenses against you, arms shielding you from the world so only the two of you exist.

“Why?”

“We’ve changed. We’re not just having fun anymore, Ryu-”

“What do you mean we’ve changed?”

“Us. This.” You curse, gesturing vaguely to him and yourself, feeling the fire spread to your ears and your heart.

“Nothing has changed. I have always loved you.”

Your heart drops into your stomach, turning over and over as you digest it, painfully aware of how much truth rings in his words, and how you’re sure you’ve always loved him back.

“We have to stop. Or we have to tell Daichi.”

His lips connect with your forehead. You hear him swallow.

“Tonight then. Together.”

“Together.”

Ryunoslav stays close to you as he picks up the bag from the floor, handing you the mirror inside to fix your lipstick, your hair, before you dust the stone from your back and ass.

“You look beautiful,” he whispers to you a final time, stepping to the side so you emerge from the shadow, pick up your forgotten champagne glass and head back into where art dances together and people mingle.

10. Tanaka

Tanaka watches as Valentina saunters away, past the bodies to rejoin the party. With a heavy sigh, he leans against the stone, cooling his forehead and calming his thumping heart. His feet bump against something and with one eye, he squints at the ground and spots glittering emeralds in the dark. Her necklace.

Quickly, he picks it up, carefully placing it in his suit jacket pocket, and curses when he sees the time on his watch. He has to find Daichi and head to the yacht to do the final security checks before he arrives. Vines wrap themselves around his intestines, anxiety leaking into each step, the emerald necklace a dead weight in his jacket.

He finds the Boss surrounded by influential board members, holding a glass of vodka casually as they all laugh at his jokes. The Chanel suit drapes down his broad back perfectly, clean cut and sharp, the single seam a crisp line.

“Sorry for interrupt,” Tanaka apologies, English tangling on his tongue. He continues in a low Russian to Daichi, sweat beading on the back of his neck, palms clammy and therefore kept in his pants pocket. It’s better that way, his tattoos are less appreciated around the higher class of society.

Daichi nods, a loose smile along with his loosened tie. He hands Tanaka a paper that shows he won the bid on the Kandinsky painting. “Arrange this on the way out. Leave Valentina’s coat with mine.”

“Ya ponimayu.”

Tanaka turns to leave, but Daichi calls out one more time.

“Ryunoslav?”

“Da?”

“You have lipstick on your collar.”

Tanaka feels nausea bubbling up his gut, not from the proximity of your scent to The Bulldog’s nose, but from the thought of later tonight. He forces a cocky smirk and shrug, turning on his heel to head to the back office to finalise the paperwork for the painting and add the delivery address, before shrugging his thick coat on and stepping outside by the valet. The air has cooled considerably from the heat of the balcony and between your thighs. Once safely in the car, he rubs the stain furiously in the reflection of the rearview mirror, making it set even further into the white fabric. It blends into the threads like spilt blood. With a grumble, he drives to the harbor.

La Serpent Fleur is a sleek superyacht with three decks above water and one below, housing jet ski’s, a speedboat, storage and crew quarters. The middle and lower decks have outdoor and indoor seating, with main bedrooms for up to 15 couples to sleep in. The flooring and interior is light teakwood, rich brown accents amongst cream and white leather and fabric. It’s unmissable in the late night, lit up in silvery white, the name illuminated against a navy blue sky and pitch black water. It reflects stars in the meditterean sea.

Tanaka greets all staff, deploying his bratva across the yacht to inspect all rooms and inform the captain of the upcoming helicopter landing at 1:00 am. It’s not often that Mafia business mixes with Business business, but as money is always intertwined, this time, it is unavoidable. The pool on the top deck shimmers aquamarine, and Tanaka inspects that the bar is fully stocked for the upcoming meeting. Vodka and Campari. This floor is only for Daichi and a select few.

“It’s like I’m a fucking assistant,” he grumbles under his breath, withdrawing a small hand-gun strapped to his calf and securing it in the hidden shelf under the bar top. You never know, he smiles, tapping the holster against his back for comfort.

All checks are done by the time the first of the guests arrive, high-stakes rollers for the gambling about to happen. Tanaka keeps to the shadows, lighting a cigarette as he surveys the walkway leading up to the yacht, and it’s guests. They are all smiling, huddling together in their pair against the cool ocean breeze. He takes a look at the pack that was confiscated from Ukai with distaste, flicking the cigarette into the ocean water.

Daichi and Valentina are the last to arrive, and although he’s smiling, she is not, lipstick slightly faded and a smudge of mascara under her eyes. Tanaka watches as she disappears as soon as she set foot on the yacht, hurrying off to inside the cabin before anyone can stop her. Tanaka’s eyes follow her retreating figure, the white of her coat bristling, before he steps up to greet Daichi.

“Everything is ready for Kuroo Testuro to arrive, Boss,” he reports, murmuring low.

“Perfect, evening has turned into disaster. Make sure no one will disturb us except for emergency. It will not take long. What is his eta?” Daichi never lowers the corners of his mouth, but those brown eyes are hard mahogany. Tanaka checks his watch, the light above reflecting in the glass, shining in the storm in his eyes.

“Forty-five minutes. We have to set sail now, all guests have arrived and the poker tables inside have been set up.”

“I will wait upstairs.”

“Yes, Boss.”

Tanaka sighs, running a hand over his shorn hair, a shiver rippling down his spine. He hears his name, and he turns to face one of his brothers, following after to inspect a stairwell.

It does not take long for the party to fall into full swing. Continuing with free-flowing champagne is the key to keeping rich socialites and underground dealers happy and oblivious. Daichi stands near the railing, ice cubes in his glass clinking while he surveys the decks below and waits. Tanaka stands to attention off the side, the cool winter air breezing through his suit jacket, the veins on his knuckles and forearms almost frozen; he stuffs them into his pockets. The cool silver of Valentina’s necklace shocks him and he remembers he has to sneak it back to her. He peers over the edge, spotting her in the distance, smiling once more, makeup fixed and socialising.

His heart thumps, emeralds and diamonds cutting a hole in his jacket pocket, beating faster until it syncs up with the incoming helicopter blades. They whir around in a steady beat that consumes the noise below and thrums through his bones. Then, the wind hits him. Air cold as ice as the machine descends, the collar of his jacket whipping up and folding into itself. Kuroo Testuro has arrived.

The blades come to a halt and Tanaka steps forward, two men overtaking him to climb up the stairs of the helicopter pad landing and open the door. Long legs dressed in a black pin-stripe suit step out, a lopsided cocky smirk plastered on the Italian boss’s face.

“Ciao Daichi, it’s been a while!” Kuroo calls over the wind, arms stretching out while he’s patted down. “Khazak, you’re looking sour.”

Tanaka scowls, not entirely sure what The Panther of the Testuro family said to him. Daichi turns to face the man completely, walking until he stands next to Tanaka, waiting for the man to descend the white metal stairs to the upper deck. The Boss’s exchange a stiff handshake, their eyes piercing as one fights for dominance over the other. Daichi wins, his hand slapping against Kuroo’s back in a hearty greeting.

“Let’s get to business, something to drink?” The Bulldog offers, but Kuroo is laughing, already walking to the leather sofas around the pool, flopping down onto it with one leg crossed over the other. He waves to one of his bodyguards, pointing at the bar.

“Always so formal Daichi, tell me, how is Valentina? Still married to you?” Kuroo’s words tumble out quickly, Italian accent thick enough that Tanaka can only pick up on a few words. He registers your name, and the hairs on the back of his neck stand to attention, ready to attack at Daichi’s order. The Boss takes a deep breath, his teeth gritting.

“She is fine. Enjoying party below.”

“Pity, I think she’d be happier up here with us. Won’t you call her?”

“Careful, Kuroo.” Daichi warns, but the Panther just smiles his wicked Cheshire grin in return.

“Ah, I’m joking. I will just keep the fantasy of her lips around my–”

A hand darts out over Kuroo’s shoulder, interrupting any further explanation of imagination. Tanaka grabs Daichi’s arm, one that had tensed with it’s fist closed around a concealed gun in a holster on his back.

“Campari, sir?”

“Ah! Grazie!” He takes a sip, setting it down on the glass table beside him. “Now, we can talk business.”

Tanaka listens to the low conversation between the two bosses, the discussion of the new trade route of cocaine between Italy and Russia. It takes some time to adjust to the accent, but then he’s following along, standing with his hands in his pockets, a thumb gliding over the necklace. There had been an interruption along the coasts between Lecce and Albania, several different Sicillian Mafia’s holding up some of Daichi’s shipments due to unpaid ‘reparations’, a farce to ignite a turf war between the Families in Italy and their Russian connections.

“You must call off your friends in Italy. We keep up our end of bargain. I will not be so understanding in future.”

“Ah, but you see, they are greedy and believe you are not paying properly for the passage.”

“I assure you, I am.”

Tanaka stiffens, seeing how Daichi begins to inflate, irritation lacing his voice. Kuroo chuckles, taking a slow sip with raised eyebrows.

“Oh, I believe you. I can convince them but I’ll need some extra incentive from your end.”

Tanaka speaks up, eyes narrowing as he sniffs out Kuroo’s angle. “We can not give you that.”

“You are one of the largest groups in the world, surely you have some men for me?”

“No.”

Tanaka’s blood begins to boil, nails biting into the skin of his palms enough to draw blood. The gun strapped on his back heavy as it calls to be unholstered. His men are not dispensable. Kuroo sighs, then his eyes glance to the left where the noise of the party floats in the night air, and he smiles.

“Then maybe you have a woman.”

Tanaka turns to follow his gaze, and climbing up the stairs slowly is Valentina, a hand on the metal rail, the white fur coat hanging down her back as it drapes from her elbows, lipstick blood red. She’s drunk, giggling to herself but stops when a vor blocks the final step onto the deck. Then, she sobers, straightening instantly with narrowed eyes.

“Asahi,” she says, voice sharp but breathless.

“The Boss is in a meeting.”

Her makeup had been fixed, the tips of her nose and ears pink from the chill, her hair no longer pinned up but wild down her back from the wind. Tanaka glances at Daichi, his eyes muddy and lips tightly pursed.

“Oh, let her join, huh?” Kuroo grins, setting his glass down and leaning forward to interlock his fingers and rest his elbows on his knees. “Surely, you trust her enough.”

“Of course.”

Daichi and his guest battle in their stares, but ultimately the Panther wins. With a sigh, Daichi calls out to Alexei, “let her through.”

Valentina strides over to the men, coat dragging on the floor behind her. Surprising everyone, she stops in front of the cocky bastard, who stands to greet her, and their cheeks brush twice, left then right.

“Kuroo, how lovely to see you again. I hope my husband is kind.”

Tanaka holds back a wince, the feeling of her warm breath against his neck still teasing him in his memories. He has to admire her acting, even inebriated, she commands attention. Their eyes follow when she walks to the head of the table and flops down onto the chair, slit falling open with crossed legs.

“He’ll be kinder now that you are here.”

Valentina laughs, “yes, but I might not be.”

“Enough.” Daichi cuts through the jovial small talk, fists clenching and resting on his knees, his back straight. “I am tired of games.”

Tanaka thinks he catches a double meaning, heart racing as he readies himself for anything.

“You own Casinos,” Kuroo drawls, but he’s no longer smiling, still standing. Daichi gets to his feet, shorter than his counterpart, but thicker.

“We are getting nowhere. I will not be included in your battle for control, and if my next shipment continues to be held, God is not the only one that can turn water into wine. Capisci?”

Their stares are intense, and seconds tick by in eternity, before Kuroo nods with a sigh, a hand tucking into his pants pocket while the other extrends. They shake, curt and stiff, and Tanaka rolls his shoulders, loosening the knots in his upper back, eyeing Valentina curiously. She has her eyes focused on Daichi, pupils narrow and mouth pressed into a thin line; the same look she had when she boarded the yacht. She snaps out of it, lips curling up as she stands.

“It was a pleasure, although short,” Kuroo tells her, and they exchange polite kisses. Tanaka hears the rumble in Daichi’s chest, and he briefly wonders if she’s purposefully trying to anger the Bulldog. She’s always been unafraid of his bark, a viper teasing with her fangs.

They wait until Kuroo climbs back in the helicopter, until the blades whir to life with that beating drum that pumps adrenaline through his body and until it is quiet once more, the waves sloshing far below against the yacht. The air is crisp, and the silence heavy. Valentina turns to face Daichi, neck tense, mouth open but Daichi cuts her off.

“Don’t embarrass me like that again.”

Tanaka bristles, the hair on the back of his neck standing up. He controls the need to step in front of Val, to shield her from his Boss. The weight of her necklace in his pocket keeps him anchored. His heart pounds in his ears, Daichi glances at him briefly before keeping an unwavering eye on Valentina’s fierce gaze. It’s odd. Tanaka always has a plan, knows what will happen next, and yet, he is at a loss. Unsteady on his feet as the boat rocks. He’s unsure of what she will do, how she will tell her possessive husband–

“I’m seeing someone.”

11. Valentina

Lightning flashes in the distance when the words leave your lips, the thunder rumbling in the silence that follows. You watch Daichi carefully, standing your ground even though parts of you scream to take a few steps back. You resist the temptation to glance at Ryunoslav. During your musings, you decided not to say who it was right away. Daichi glances down at your bare neck, the necklace he’d given you missing, lost somewhere at the gala when you finally lost yourself in emotion. You remember the fight with him when leaving the venue.

You expected Daichi to burst in anger, explode outwards and destroy everything with his fury. Yet he remains silent, eyes mattifying as he draws inward, no longer oiled mahogany but rather sanded wood. When he speaks, it’s so low you almost miss it, but it penetrates you with the next flash of lightning.

“Leave.”

White, hot anger burns through you at his command, your hands raising as though to grab his lapel. Quickly, you reroute to pulling your fur coat back onto your shoulders.

“You don’t want to know who?”

“You don’t want to know what I am thinking right now, Gadyuka.”

You open your mouth to respond, but Ryunoslav cuts you off, “take the boat, please.”

You stare incredulously at him, but he is already speaking in a low voice onto a handheld receiver, then back at Daichi, who’s body slowly begins to vibrate. However, Daichi is no longer looking at you. Instead, his eyes have shifted to Ryu, brows furrowed. Thunder claps. You feel the first spray of rain misting onto your eyelashes.

“Fine, we will talk more at breakfast.”

You turn on your heel, the sound grating against the wooden deck, and someone from the Brigade accompanies you down the stairs, walking just slightly ahead of you, silently asking you to follow.

You descend slowly, crossing the second deck with a practised smile, apologising to anyone that approaches you with an easy lie. Most of the crewmen begin to pack up and rearrange the party to continue on indoors. You enter the large cabin, and walk down another flight of stairs, to the first deck and then lower still. Here, the walls change from luxurious wooden, glass and metal to open beams, and white gritty flooring. It’s slightly wet, from the rain that batters against the open exit and the ocean water shimmering inside.

A small speedboat waits for you, not fully submerged, and a captain, yet his face is wary.

“Mrs. Sawamurova,” he holds his hat in his hands, a navy raincoat wrapped around his uniform, “wouldn’t you rather wait for the storm to pass? Please, enjoy the evening and when the water is still, I can take you to shore in an instant.”

“My husband wants me gone.”

“But not dead.”

You laugh, bitterly, feeling your intestines swirl, unsettled by those words. He’s brave.

“How long do you think it will take?”

“A few minutes, maximum. It is the winter rain, harsh but quick.”

“I will wait here.”

12. Tanaka

When the top of Valentina’s head disappears down the stairs, Daichi speaks, not looking at Tanaka. The first of fat raindrops begin to fall onto their shoulders.

“I will have to talk to her father, after I kill her.”

Tanaka’s tongue is heavy in his mouth, every bump dry and scratching against his throat. He can’t be serious. Slowly, Daichi turns to face him, eyes raking over his closest subordinate’s features, down his throat, and settles on the crisp white collar peeking out from his suit jacket, stained the same colour as Valentina’s lipstick.

“Khazak, who is it?”

“Boss–” but he doesn’t know what to say. The memories of the prison hospital bed, bare with just a sheet, an unsterilised IV drip stuck into his arm flashes in front of his mind. Daichi’s calm face that visited him before he woke up somewhere else.

“Tell me right now, or does your loyalty mean nothing?”

Tanaka winces, “nyet, Boss, you know I am loyal to you.”

He takes a deep breath, then reaches inside, fingers looping around diamonds to pull out the necklace, the viper head swaying back and forth. His heart claps with the thunder, the clouds breaking into a heavy downpour. Chill sets in instantly, his bones freezing beneath his suit.

“Supply snakes with a meal, and you will have them all by the fangs,” Daichi whispers under his breath, barely audible above the pattering of the drops against the floor, but Tanaka’s sensitive ears pick it up. “She played me for a fool.” Daichi’s wide-set eyes lift from the necklace to Tanaka’s.

“Mne ochyn zhal,” Tanaka begins to apologise profusely, but the hardened look shuts him up.

“I was wrong, Khazak,” Daichi interrupts, his hands moving to his pockets, Tanaka dropping his arm to his side. He starts to walk towards the sheltered area of the deck, withdrawing a pack of cigarettes. “You are the one that is going to have to kill her.”

Tanaka’s heart drops to his stomach, falling straight into the floor and sinking to the bottom of the unruly ocean. The Boss does not joke around, but he wishes for it to be one.

“I can not, Boss,” his head shakes, body vibrates. This is the first time he has ever refused an order from Daichi. The Bulldog watches with raised eyebrows, the question evident on his face.

“I am in love with her.”

The bark that erupts from Daichi’s throat echoes above the rain, above the thunder, and shatters inside Tanaka’s heart. He holds the cigarette to his lips, and Tanaka feels the rain drip down the rivulets of his shaved hair and under the collar of his suit and shirt. There’s a flicker of orange as the Marlboro tip glows.

“And you think she loves you back? Valentina is a snake, a woman. They know only two things: how to lie and how to fuck. You have fucked her, da? It’s magnificent. Was she the second whore of that weekend? Or was she first as well? How long have you been fucking my wife, Ryunoslav?”

Tanaka wants to answer, but it catches in his throat. His tongue refuses to mould the shapes, his lungs refuse to exhale the sound. Daichi sighs.

“It does not matter. Only one thing matters. Come.”

Tanaka walks towards Daichi, each step kicking water down his shoes, his socks wet. He’s never felt more like the ocean than now, swallowed by the rain, drowning. He stops when he stands under the partition, Daichi’s large hands cupping themselves under Tanaka’s chin to lift his head slightly, wiping the rain from his skin, the gold rings cold against his jaw. There may have been tears but Tanaka can’t tell, numb and expectant of Daichi’s next words,

“Tell me, do you love her more than me?”

Cigarette smoke tickles Tanaka’s nose, and he holds his breath. Without him, Tanaka would be dead. Daichi knows this, Tanaka knows this.

“I owe you my life, Pakhan.”

“Now, you owe me a life. I am not without mercy. You have been the closest brother to me. You have tasted the sweet fruit of sin, I can not blame you. You know I have done it too. But I am expected to sleep with someone else. She has embarrassed me. I can not have that. A Boss that can not keep his woman in line? No one will respect me, her own father will not respect me.”

Tanaka remembers the conversation in the banya, the plans to take over completely, the poor health Valentina’s old man is in.

“Are you loyal, or are you just another predatel, scum like the men you erase from existence?”

The storm in Tanaka’s eyes swirl around, clashing against the hard forest floor of Daichi’s. He is loyal. Strangely, in this moment, he remembers the lilies of his home, and their sweet, comforting fragrance, his mother making dinner, and his sister who ran with him to their new life before separating. The pain of losing her no longer stabs at him, maybe this pain someday will not either.

13. Valentina

The room is white and grey, the smell of oil and rubber and metal and salt clinging to the air, to your skin. All the alcohol consumed over the evening seeps from your pores, creating a pounding in your head. You begin to wonder if it was ever a good idea to tell Daichi. You wonder what happened when you left, and you wonder where your necklace is. Your fingers brush over your sternum, feeling the ghost of the viper head and of Tanaka’s mouth.

You taptaptap your toes against the floor, the rain echoing in time, the water drawing in and out rhythmically as you wait for the storm to pass. Only a few minutes, you were told.

“Few minutes, my ass.”

The walkie-talkie connected to the captain’s hip shocks to life, and broken Russian floats up, but you can’t make out the words. He answers, smiles at you, “please, wait here. I will be back soon.”

Then, he leaves, and you’re left alone with the brat that accompanied you. He sighs heavily, as though the inconvenience to him is all your doing, and you glare.

“Is there a problem, soldier?” you ask, standing straight, arms crossed in front of your chest. They seem to forget, Daichi married into your family, not the other way around.

“Nyet, Gadyuka, prosti,” he apologises quickly.

Silence settles over the hull again, claustrophobia leaching into your veins. If you look out at the open hatch, you can see inky blackness, and far in the distance, the faint yellow lights of Monte Carlo. You are about to ask for some water when footsteps echo against the metal walls, a familiar gait.

“Leave us, pazolvste.”

Ryunoslav says to his subordinate, who swiftly salutes him and walks up the stairs. The door at the top clicks shut. You’re speechless, and he is sopping wet.

“Ryu,” you whisper, walking towards him and draping your arms around his shoulders, uncaring at the feeling of water pressing into the fabric of your dress, dripping between the open gap of your breasts. He’s stiff when you touch him, but soon melts, nose nuzzling into your neck and breathing deeply. He still smells like crisp apple and fresh seawater.

“Why are you here?”

“Daichi knows.”

You’ve never felt colder, warmer, like a fever and frostbite all at once. You feel him rustle against your bodies, and you let go to watch him pull the Bulgari necklace out, lifting your hand to place it in your palm. Your fingers close around the jewels automatically.

“I told him I love you.”

There are no words that come to your mind in that instant. Emotions, many. Relief, nausea, stillness and rage, love for the man in front of you. You ache to feel his warm, corded muscles against your skin. He looks pained, eyes tormented as he looks into your soul.

“How did he react?”

“Not well.”

“And?”

He gives no space for continuation, pulling you tightly against his body, arms snaking around your waist as his lips fall against your mouth. His skin is cool, wet, pressing to your heated cheeks, but his mouth is inviting. There is passion unlike what you’ve experienced before. It tastes like freedom, like a new day and endless night. It’s the smoke on the fire, and the salt of the sea. He’s crying, you realise, and you open your mouth to lick up a tear on the corner of his mouth.

The necklace slips from your fingers when you grab him, pushing the jacket of his suit from his shoulders to drop to the already wet floor. There’s a faint crunch, but neither one of you pull away to look at the crushed jewel beneath your heel. It’s just so right to kiss him. In this moment, the world falls away and it’s just the two of you. His taste fills you with a feeling that rivals being whole, satiated. Something hard pokes against your hip, and you smile into the kiss, lips moving to his jaw to suck on an earlobe.

But you freeze. Daichi is at the top of the stairs.

“I’m sorry,” Ryunoslav whispers.

You frown, his words not registering and when you pull back to ask what is happening, he ensnares another kiss from you, tears flowing freely, something hard, cold, now presses against your temple and–

End.

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Thank you for reading, truly. This fic honestly has so much of my heart and soul in it. I had so much fun writing it. I hope you’re not too mad about the ending lmao.

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Hypothetical P5A

Okay, gonna make this clear right up front, I wanted to make this post for a while but the main reason I decided to do it now is because the Atlus announcement thing is almost here, and also cause I saw a video on this topic by Thorgi’s Arcade (go watch it btw it’s good) and while I agree with a lot of what he said, there’s also some things I’d change, not just cause I disagree, but also cause I think it would be fun. Anyway enough beating around the bush, let’s do this

Gameplay

I’m a firm believer in the phrase, if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, and the Arena games are already really good so not much to change. That being said, I still wanna change some things. First off though, we are keeping this 1 vs 1, no tag team matches. The arena games already have a lot of Mechanics going on and trying to keep everything as well as some new stuff WHILE adding a tag team button, yeah no let’s not outside of maybe a bonus mode.

This means I can’t add Batton Pass in as a new mechanic to represent P5, but I have a solution, that being Technicals. Status ailments already exist in this game, so how about when you inflict one and do a specific combo you do more damage, also providing risk vs reward as the player with the status will have a better idea of what the opponent will do making them more predictable. Also as for Persona’s, mostly everyone’s will be fully evolved, minus Yu cause him getting a final boss persona normally is a tad to OP, meanwhile the P5 characters will have their starting Persona’s, but they will evolve for big moves, like awakened mode supers and instant kills

I’m also borrowing Thorgi’s Arcade idea of having supports giving a slight buff in battle, like if you pick Fuuka your meter can build faster for a bit, meanwhile if you pick Futaba you’ll get an attack and defence buff. It’s the fairest way to include them without having to make them playable. I know Rise is already playable but this roster is going to have to be small as it is, and being a support doesn’t mean you can’t be DLC later.

Also, we’re not bringing back the Shadow Characters, just, we are not dealing with the likes of Shadow Naoto again.

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Story

I am about to cop out a bit here, but Thorgi’s Arcade video had a really good idea for the story so I’ll just link it here https://youtu.be/yyB5rEM9UVU

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To summarise for people who don’t want to watch, Nyarlathotep, the main villain from the Persona 2 games, has been gaining strength from all the suffering humanity has gone through due to 3, 4 and 5, and has gained enough strength to create a new Joker to try finish what he started and destroy the world. Mitsuru might think the Phantom Thieves are behind it cause this is clearly persona related and the fact that the leader of the PT’s is also named Joker is public knowledge, Naoto gets largely the same idea, Katsuya and Maya decide to have their own investigation, meanwhile the Phantom Thieves are trying to prove their innocence and help save the world. Nice excuse to bring everyone together, but who will the everyone be?

Base Roster

Okay, I know the dream is getting everyone from Ultimax back plus the new P5 characters, but given Arc System’s standard for small base rosters, I’m not holding my breath. The ideal would be everyone plus who I’m about to say for P2 and P5, but I’m keeping it… somewhat realistic. Anyway onto the actual size, 16 seems fair enough. One more than the most recent Guilty Gear game for a series that had pretty big success so that sound fair enough. Let’s get the obvious out of the way though, all the base 8 Phantom Thieves besides Futaba are making the cut

Okay so that’s obvious but how will they play? Starting off with Ren/Joker, Smash Bros already laid a great foundation with him being very fast on the ground and in the air plus being great at combos, so I see no reason to change that. Also no need for him to be a Jack of all trades either cause spoilers, Yu is coming back and he already fills that role.

As for the others, Ryuji I can see being a slugger charge hybrid. Basically starting out he hits pretty hard but is a bit on the slow side to compensate, but just like any good athlete, give him a chance to warm up, ie do a charge input, and he becomes a lot faster and has better combo potential. Or we could make him a toned down version of Little Mac where he’s great on the ground but he’s in trouble the second aerial combat is involved. Then there’s Morgana who with his ability to turn into cars and the fact he introduces thief tools like smoke bombs, I can see him being a faster but frailer successor to Teddie.

Then there’s Ann who, no doubt, she’s a Zoner, and with her fire she’ll be Yukiko’s sort of successor. However instead of healing, I’d implement the fact that she learns concentrate and have it so the more she charges it up, the stronger her attacks get, but the Meter will gradually go down over the match. Yusuke, as tempting as it is to cop out and say ‘have him play like Vergil in Marvel vs Capcom’, I have a different idea. Namely, take advantage of the fact that Yusuke can learn counter by having him be the defensive specialist, set up ice traps to freeze the opponent, and if they get close, he can either counter or go for some combos.

Then there’s Makoto who would definitely be a grappler. I mean, she practices Aikido and is really strong, she can 100% pull it off. Finally Haru…… TANK! I mean come on, Haru wields an axe, has a grenade launcher, and Melady is literally a dancing tank in a pink dress, it just makes too much sense. I’d also give her a bit of armor cause if she’s slow she at least needs a chance to get her attacks in.

Okay so that’s 7 out of our 16 slots down, and given that one slot will have to be saved for the Evil Joker who would be the villain, we’re halfway done with 3 games to go, lord help me.

Okay, starting this off with P4, I’m gonna give them more than the others purely because they were the focus of the originals and there’s less realistic cuts I can make compared to 2 and 3. To make things simple, every returning character would play the same, and as for the ones I’d bring back for the base roster, we’ve got Yu, Yosuke, Chie and Naoto. Why them specifically? Well Yu is the main character, Naoto being a detective would basically mean she’d be the one getting everyone involved in the first place, Chie is currently training to be a cop as confirmed in P5 so her getting called in makes sense, and Yosuke is the best investigator after Yu and Naoto, he’s always up for a mystery and the second he learns Yu is involved he’s joining in. I just couldn’t cut him.

Now before the really painful cuts, Persona 2 is really easy. Out of Innocent Sin party members, by the end of the series Maya is the only one left with a Persona, and Katsuya is not only older brother of Innocent Sin’s protag Tatsuya, but he’s also pretty important and a detective so he’s definetly the one Maya’s dragging into this. As for how they play, they both use guns like Naoto, but how I’d mix them up is with Katsuya, I’d let him attack while moving (unlike Naoto who has so stay still to fire) at the cost of less combo potential, meanwhile Maya dual wields her guns so she’ll probably play like Noel Vermillion from BlazBlue where she’d more or less just use the guns to get longer reach melee attacks instead of shooting.

Now, for the hard part. There’s only 2 slots left, one of them basically has to go to Mitsuru (not that I’m complaining I’d probably add her anyway) meaning now I have to choose between the rest of the Shadow Operatives/SEES for the last slot. I narrowed it down to the 3 that were in the original Arena cause they’re the most plot relevant, but that still meant I had to choose between Akihiko and Aigis. I ended up deciding on Aigis though cause A, with Labrys not making the base roster someone has to represent the robots of the series, and B, with Akihiko currently pulling a Ryu by travelling to get stronger, it makes more sense that Aigis would be closer and easier for Mitsuru to call up. Honestly I was tempted to bump the roster up to 17 so I could have both of them on the base roster, but this is ArcSystems, 16 is already kinda pushing it.

DLC

Given that this is a modern fighting game, DLC is inevitable. However since this DLC will likely be like Ultimax where the story acts to wrap up loose ends and have a new story, it’s going yo be big, especially since there’s going to be a fight with Nyaraloptep, so go big or go home in this case. Okay so first order of business, anyone who was in the previous arena games who wasn’t in the base roster is getting added back in, it’s only fair. That out of the way, the new faces I’d add are Futaba actually being playable now and the big 4 P5 characters I skipped, Akechi, Yoshizawa, and Sophie. Before anyone asks though, Sophie was added into a Dragalia Lost collab with Koei Techmo not being credited so she’s likely Atlus’s copyright so she's safe to add.

With that out of the way, how would they play? Starting with Futaba, I’d think she’d be the resident puppet fighter, sitting on top of Necinomicon and only occasionally adding in some of her own attacks like a projectile. Also she'd also probably act as a bit of a grappler cause her Persona has tentacles (no hentai jokes please) which have long reach so that'll be perfect for it. Next up is Akechi who I can see as semi being two characters in one. My basic idea is that at first Akechi will be fighting with Robin Hood and he'll be a solid jack of all trades with a slight focus on rush down. However once he goes into his awakened mode he'll gain Loki, which will increase his speed and attack strength, at the cost of his defence, turning him into a glass cannon.

Next is Yoshizawa, or 'Sumi as I like to call her, and her thing will be she's the mobility focused fighter, namely constantly moving around the stage and poking at her opponent while doing it, at the cost of being frail. Finally there’s Sophie who would be a combo focused zoner, as in her standard projectiles (the yo-yo’s) wouldn’t hurt that much on their own, but she can string them together into the fancy yo-yo tricks to potentially do big damage. As for how much this DLC would cost, it’s going to be very big, so €25 to €30 sounds fair

I think that more or less covers my thoughts. I could keep going on about this for a while, but I think this is a good place to stop. Hope you like my idea!

#Youtube #persona 5 #persona 3 #persona 4 #persona 2 #persona arena #phantom thieves #investigation team #SEES #shadow operatives #happy 25th anniversary Persona!

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osakaso5 · 3 years

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Nagi Rokuya RabbiTube Rabbit TV Part 1: Spending Time With Nagi

Part 2 | Part 3

Staff: ...Now, on to the RabbiTube project.

Staff: Our plan is to introduce the videos by featuring clips on NEXT Re:vale!

Staff: We'd really appreciate it if you could show a side of yourselves that people don't usually get to see on TV. It's a pleasure to be working with you!

Momo: We've got high hopes for you guys!

Yuki: Feel free to fully expose yourselves to the public.

Mitsuki Izumi: Ahaha, please be gentle with us! Looks like I'm gonna have to do a RabbiTube study marathon..!

Gaku Yaotome: By the way, Tenn, I saw you watching RabbiTube videos the other day. Do you know any good ones?

Tenn Kujo: ...I was just watching cat videos.

Gaku Yaotome: Cats, huh. That's not gonna help us learn anything.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: ...I think they might help! You could learn ways to entertain and soothe people...

Gaku Yaotome: Ryu, not all of us are gonna be able to do that...

Yuki: ...I'm liking the idea of Kitty Gaku.

Tenn Kujo: ...Pfft...

Gaku Yaotome: Tenn, why're you laughing!?

Riku Nanase: Kitties..! So could it be like a video of Iori going into a cat café?

Iori Izumi: Why do I have to go to a cat café!?

Yamato Nikaido: I'm not too excited about making videos like that, either...

Tamaki Yotsuba: I wanna do a pudding tasting!

Sogo Osaka: ...Personally, I'd like to rank my top 100 spices from all around the world...

Nagi Rokuya: And I shall hold a Cocona watch party!

Mitsuki Izumi: You guys aren't bringing anything new to the table!

Iori Izumi: ...Actually, I suppose animal videos do have their appeal, despite how banal they are...

Riku Nanase: Did you say something, Iori?

Iori Izumi: No, nothing.

Momo: Ahaha! Great, you're already brainstorming ideas!

Momo: You've all got the right idea! We wanna see you act natural for your RabbiTubes!

Yuki: Let's have a fun year doing this.

IDOLiSH7 & TRIGGER: Yessir!

- - - -

Riku Nanase: We're going to be RabbiTubers for our birthday project this year..!

Sogo Osaka: All the group chats up until now were fun, so it's kind of a shame that we won't be doing one this year.

Mitsuki Izumi: ...Fair enough. It'll be awesome to make videos for our fans, but I wish we could have our own celebrations too!

Yamato Nikaido: It's become kind of a tradition by now.

Nagi Rokuya: ...We do not work together as much as we used to. Though I understand that it is difficult to match all our schedules...

Tamaki Yotsuba: Do we not get to eat Mikki's cakes this year?

Mitsuki Izumi: The cakes are the one thing we're gonna make for sure! Right, Iori!?

Iori Izumi: Yes. I'll help, too.

Riku Nanase: Hmm... Celebrations...

Riku Nanase: Ah! Why don't we all go somewhere together for our birthdays?

Riku Nanase: I guess we probably can't all go... But we can get our manager to arrange it so at least some of us can hang out!

Mitsuki Izumi: Going out, huh... That does sound like a nice change of pace from all the group RabbitChats!

Yamato Nikaido: It's a shame that we won't all be able to go, but getting to choose a spot does make it feel more special. ...You should take me to a beer brewery, by the way.

Mitsuki Izumi: Sounds like you've already got one in mind!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Let's take lots of pics and videos for the guys who can't go. We can send them over RabbitChat.

Nagi Rokuya: OH! A wonderful idea. It will make us all feel as if we are there.

Iori Izumi: I'm sure uploading them to Rabitter would make many people happy, as well.

Sogo Osaka: That sounds fun..! Let's ask our manager about it tomorrow.

Riku Nanase: Yep! ...Looks like we're going to have pretty fun birthdays again!

- - - -

Nagi Rokuya: Wow... Have I died and gone to Heaven?

Mitsuki Izumi: Haha, of course not! This is the hotel that's doing a Cocona collab!

Nagi Rokuya: Such wonderful colors... Ah, it is as if these Cocona panels are welcoming us in.

Nagi Rokuya: It truly is reminiscent of the Pearly Gates...

Mitsuki Izumi: ...Uh oh, he's completely lost it.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Well, Nagicchi? Pretty cool, huh?

Nagi Rokuya: Yes... I am so touched I could faint.

Mitsuki Izumi: You're the one who kept leaving pamhplets for this place in our rooms practically every day.

Mitsuki Izumi: You didn't exactly leave me or Tamaki with any other choice but to bring you here...

Nagi Rokuya: I was simply being a postman of love...

Tamaki Yotsuba: It was super tough to get a stay here, right, manager!?

Tsumugi Takanashi: Hehe, Tamaki-san and I had to keep constant watch on the booking site!

Tsumugi Takanashi: Though the room is technically for four people, I'll be going home for the night. I'll try my best to take lots of pictures of you until then!

Nagi Rokuya: Thanks, Tsumugi! Well then, first...

Mitsuki & Tamaki: First?

Nagi Rokuya: Let us play cards!

- - - -

Nagi Rokuya: ........

Mitsuki Izumi: ........

Tamaki Yotsuba: ........

Mitsuki Izumi: Tamaki's got the old maid, huh..? He's so easy to read...

Nagi Rokuya: Luck is on my side today. I will not be defeated.

Tamaki Yotsuba: ...Your turn, Nagicchi! Pull a card from me.

Nagi Rokuya: Yes... I choose this one.

Nagi Rokuya: ...OH, it appears my love is being tested.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Yesss..!

Mitsuki Izumi: Tamaki! Now we all know he's got the old maid!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Good, 'cause I don't want it!

Mitsuki Izumi: Neither do I!

Mitsuki Izumi: ...Not like we can have much of a game with only three people, anyhow.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Are you sure you just want to play cards in this fancy collab hotel, Nagicchi?

Nagi Rokuya: Heh. As long as you are both with me, I would gladly have gone anywhere at all.

Nagi Rokuya: However... I must admit that I still feel a bit lonely without the others.

Mitsuki Izumi: Nagi...

Tamaki Yotsuba: ...Gotcha!

Nagi Rokuya: Tamaki?

Tamaki Yotsuba: You pretty much decided that we'd come here for us...

Tamaki Yotsuba: So now it's me and Mikki's turn to do something for you!

Nagi Rokuya: ...Wow..!

Mitsuki Izumi: ...Yep! We'll keep you entertained!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Okay, for starters...

Mitsuki & Nagi: For starters?

Tamaki Yotsuba: ...Uh...

Mitsuki Izumi: C'mon, you can do it..!

Tamaki Yotsuba: L-let's play color tag!

Nagi Rokuya: Color tag!?

Mitsuki Izumi: In a near completely pink room!?

Nagi Rokuya: What is this "color tag" you speak of!?

Mitsuki Izumi: It's a game where whoever's "it" says a color, and you have to touch that color before they catch you.

Nagi Rokuya: That sounds fun..!

Mitsuki Izumi: Don't get all excited yet..! As long as whoever's "it" says any color other than pink or yellow here, they'll always catch someone in no time!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Hmm, then how about... Hide-and-seek!?

Mitsuki Izumi: In this tiny hotel suite!?

Nagi Rokuya: I shall hide behind this Cocona panel!

Mitsuki Izumi: Don't just announce your hiding spot!

Tamaki Yotsuba: No fair! In that case, I'm gonna hide in the bath tub!

Mitsuki Izumi: Do you two even know how to play hide-and-seek!?

Tsumugi Takanashi: I-it looks like not even you can keep up with them, Mitsuki-san!

Mitsuki Izumi: Haha! ...Geez, if I didn't know any better, I'd say Nagi wasn't feeling lonely at all.

Mitsuki Izumi: ...I guess there's only one thing we can do now. Manager, can you bring that thing over now?

Tsumugi Takanashi: Will do!

- - - -

Mitsuki Izumi: Ta-dah!

Nagi Rokuya: This is..!

Mitsuki Izumi: It's a Cocona lunch I made especially for you!

Mitsuki Izumi: Tamaki helped me out, and not just with the tasting!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Oh, yeah! We could've just showed him the lunch box!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Check this out, Nagicchi! I cut the eggs into little star shapes!

Nagi Rokuya: Wow! ...So they are not meant to be starfish?

Tamaki Yotsuba: No!

Nagi Rokuya: ...This lunch will keep me warm. So very warm...

Tamaki Yotsuba: I thought it would've gotten cold by now.

Nagi Rokuya: That is not what I meant... The affection you put into this lunch box will warm my heart greatly...

Mitsuki Izumi: I'm glad you like it. I wanted to do a little something extra for you, since we're not really doing anything other than having a sleepover.

Nagi Rokuya: ...I love you both, Mitsuki and Tamaki..!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Aaagh..! Nagicchi, I can't breathe!

Mitsuki Izumi: Ahaha! Watch out, or you'll spill your food!

Nagi Rokuya: Tsumugi! Take a picture of us with this lunch box, if you may!

Tsumugi Takanashi: Alright..! Stand over there, in front of that panel!

Nagi Rokuya: It makes me so happy to be able to spend such a wonderful day with you!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Hehe. It's still a little early, but happy birthday!

Mitsuki Izumi: C'mon, get closer! Okay, go ahead and take the picture!

Tsumugi Takanashi: Say cheese..!

End of Part 1.

Translator’s notes..?

Rabbit TVs courtesy of @rabbit-library

#idolish7 #nagi rokuya #rabbitube #translation #i7 #rabbit tv

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So, its that time of the year again. Everyone losing their minds over "cringe" collaboration from Fortnite. This time its Street Fighter that become the victim of "cringe" collab or some shit. I gotta say the people reaction are so overblown and melodramatic at best. And now everyone is calling out CAPCOM and others that "UGH FORTNITE RUINS STREET FIGHTER THIS IS NOT HOW THINGS SUPPOSED TO GO" and stuff kinda like what happened to God of War and Fornite. What's you take on this?

Fortnite is very popular. Very, very popular. I think they claimed that they had something like 17 million concurrent users participating in the Galactus event at the end of last season? It was a new record for them.

So you know how there’s a bunch of insufferable people that go on twitter and they’re all smug like “I only watch the Super Bowl for the ads”? They take pride in swimming up stream, of doing the opposite of what’s popular, because THEY aren’t a MINDLESS SHEEP. Take THAT, popular culture! I’m COUNTER culture! There are a lot of (frankly insufferable) people who are like that about Fortnite.

Fortnite also skews young, or at least the perception is that it skews young, so you also end up with a big group of teenagers who are desperate to validate their own maturity, because since they were 6 years old their family has told them what a “big boy” they are! Gotta live up to that standard, which means you can’t like “baby stuff” anymore! To them, Fortnite is something they played when they were 14, and now that they’re 17, they play Call of Duty Warzone and PUBG or whatever. “Fortnite? I grew out of Fortnite when I was a kid,” says somebody who is referring to a time that was only two and a half years ago.

And it becomes an especially big problem with Kratos and Street Fighter because those are viewed as very mature properties. God of War was reborn in the “prestige TV video game” mold. It’s about a dad protecting his son and grappling with his inner devils while trying to teach his kid to be a better person than he was. It’s a game for ADULTS who like serious drama! It's a good game, but it's also part of a larger image Sony is putting forward of... like I said, the "prestige TV game" and the sort of... "importance" that comes with that. It's For Adults™.

And Street Fighter is fully esports now. It revitalized the fighting game genre and it birthed and supported an entire industry of professional players and million dollar tournaments. Being good at Street Fighter is practically an art form. It’s sliding in to the same place football and baseball rest, where it’s something your dad watches (keeping in mind that people my age are approaching 40 and when I say "dads" I mean my generation) and if you get in to it at a young age then it becomes this badge of sophistication because you understand the strategy of it all.

Fortnite, the “baby game,” threatens the inherent maturity behind these concepts, even for real, card-carrying adults. People who feel smart and complex because they like this stuff now find themselves emasculated or at the very least debased at the sight of Ryu as anything other than a stone-hearted warrior. Even artwork depicting the man just smiling is enough to make some recoil in horror, because everything they’ve built up in their heads, all of the security of who they are, comes under fire. They chose this thing to prove to the world how cool and adult they are, and now those things might not be so cool and adult. It feels “wrong.”

Don’t get me wrong. There’s a lot about Fortnite that’s worth hating. Learning to deal with the build system and people who know how to turbo-build is probably the biggest legitimate barrier for entry in that game and I don’t begrudge anyone who doesn’t want to deal with it. It sucks, and you kind of just have to learn to accept that sometimes a sweatlord is going to build a coffin around you and then murder you in it. I’d argue a lot of the quest-oriented stuff Fortnite’s been experimenting with in the last few seasons has been to take the pressure off of getting first-place wins and providing smaller, easier goals for less skilled players. That way, even if you get, like, 40th place, at least you made quest progress first.

But a lot of the hatred I get from people who reply to that Ryu Gangam Style tweet I made with comments of “just kill me” or using that stupid Godfather “Look at how they massacred my boy” gif, most of those are from people who feel their personal view of maturity being threatened and refuse to let go.

Sucks for them, because if you can learn to accept turbo-builder clowns, Fortnite is a remarkably fun game. I love all of the fun, weird lore the game has, I love to explore the world, and I think it’s much easier to “read” at a glance what all the guns and stuff do. PUBG is a game where I always felt afraid to breathe, and like I needed a spreadsheet to figure out all the guns and attachments, but that’s never really been much of an issue in Fortnite.

Literally the only problem are builders, and even then, if you take the builders out of Fortnite then it stops being Fortnite, you know? (and Epic has been trying to empower people to fight back against builders; there’s a fire propagation system now that can burn down some player structures, and vehicles can smash down player-built walls)

Anyway, I find it’s best to not engage with people who hate Fortnite for such simple reasons like thinking they’re too cool for it.

#questions #fortnite #fgc #esports #ryu #street fighter #kratos #god of war #playstation #crossover #epic games #Anonymous

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welcometomy20s · 3 years

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February 8, 2021

Welcome to the final part of the Introduction of Nijisanji. Thanks for going through all of them, if you did. It was pain to work with so much and so little. This part would cover everyone who has debuted in the year 2020.

Nijisanji IN 1st Gen

Aadya - The name means beautiful. 21 year old, who likes to play games and sing. Does dancing as a day job, so acts as a gaming nightingale. She has a knack for games in my cursory view, but that might be just the competitiveness.

Vihaan - The name means breaking dawn, kind of. Likes gaming very much, and plays them very loudly and complaining... which to be expected from this crew.

Noor - The name means light. Likes BL, coffee and beer, BL to the point she learned chinese from watching a BL drama. Basically a middle-aged man at heart, including a very nice husky voice. Does talks and games. Sings randomly and looks up to Rion, of all people. Ange mentioned her, Ange likes to mention foreign people.

Nijisanji KR 1st Gen

Min Suha - Knows the culture through their parents and has a nice voice. Sister Claire likes him, and who doesn’t? He’s freaking cool, man!

Shin Yuya - College student in virtual Seoul. Always has a smartphone at hand, does self-searching on a constant basis. Definitely has otaku knowledge, likes singing, drawing and cute things. Doesn’t like horror games, but played a lot on stream.

Plays a lot of different games, including FPS like Apex, and this is where she gets to collaborate with Japanese senpais, which is always fun to see.

Gaon - Originally Moarin’s brother, but Moarin left, so the lore changed. Has a twintail for attention purposes. Only member of Nijisanji KR to work as a job, but quit as the end of 2020. He’s pretty cool. Not nice, but definitely not a mean person either.

Han Chiho - He’s a time-displaced psychic, and so speaks with a high register. High register is usually seen as old, people don’t use it anymore, but it’s usually perfectly understandable... it’s an interesting quirk. Other than that, pretty normal streamer.

2020 Part 1 (Jan-Apr)

Furen E Lustario - During debut, expressed a liking choking oneself... so we know who we are dealing with. Has to add using fingers, as to illustrate her math prowess. But overall a fun person to watch, and has a pretty good variety of streams.

Melissa Kinrenka - Wants to be a songwriter, but still needs help. But she is a great singer, and can write and mix songs. Usually called Meli. Has a deep side, basically.

Ibrahim - Originally an oil prince, but now runs an onsen. Acts like a child at times due to his supposed past, and he is muslim, as the lore and name implies. But overall, fits right in with the child-like male of Nijisanji... kind of.

Nagao Kei - He’s an exorcist, but really does any job. Pretty good at all kinds of fighting. Pretty old in terms of human member at the age 26. Very much like Ibrahim, but much more bishonen, which melts a woman's heart. Oh, he’s good at learning stuff. Like he tries to learn morse code, and completely memorized the KTANE manual. Just to make Fumi, one of his seniors, happy for a while. That’s some big dedication.

Genzuki Tojiro - Works as a secretary for the gods. Has that unmatching haircut. Very good at making songs and does mixing for Nijisanji events.

Kaida Haru - A demon researcher, but too lazy. Quiet and nice voice leading the viewer to see him as a mother figure, but as you guess, he doesn’t like it due to the work. Oh, said a slur on stream but got banned less than Yumeoi, which is quite sus.

Nijisanji ID Gen 3

Azura Cecillia - An alien angel. Has a sword with a really long name, but calls it Chonsuke for short. She’s pretty cute and a little bit ditzy, from what I remember. Got mistaken as a boy, which is such an odd thing, but maybe it’s the deep voice?

Nara Haramaung - A princess of a tribe. Originally released as part of 1st gen, but got delayed here, but the gen mates fit together very well. Sings spontaneously sometimes.

Layla Alstroemeria - Time-traveling history major. Definitely more airheaded of the group and most child-like of the generation. But she’s pretty fun to watch, regardless.

Nijisanji KR Gen 2

So Nagi - Traveling virtual Japan, speaking fluent Japanese with a nice clear voice. Likes Ange Katrina, which she readily repriocates. Seen as the top seed in Nijisanji KR.

Lee Siu - A female kitsune, and yes from the same illustrator as Fubuki. Likes dad jokes and an endurance player and does speak three languages. Roha likes her. Occasionally can hear the apartment announcement, which is always a fun moment.

Chae Ara - She’s an angel, and a great singer. And likes to people-watch. Has a cute voice, and good at hosting. I really liked her in the streams that I watched. There’s something about her personality that speaks to me.

2020 Part 2 (May-August)

Sorahoshi Kirame - Made her name through twitter, and traded fan art with KR members. Has the same illustrator as Kanata. Couldn’t stream due to money purposes for four days, got his PC after a month of hard work. Overall a poor and diligent girl.

Asahina Akane - 1st year high-schooler. Very energetic and follow people well. Likes a Jpop band, and likes to travel as well. Also does a lot of collabs with senpais.

Suo Sango - The youngest member of the theater club, which is the theme of the latest generation. Has a wide range, and likes Sanrio and tomato. Very motherly calm voice.

Like girly anime, you know Pretty Cure and stuff. Likes western pop music as well.

Todo Kohaku - Third-year high schooler. Said she’s a lady, but she’s definitely just a normal girl. Had a good cover of Mela, and overall a decent streamer.

Kitakoji Hisui - Middle-school transfer student. Likes a lot of different things, but Minecraft is what she is most known for... I guess it makes sense.

Nishizono Chigusa - She’s the troublesome one of the theater group. Very frequently makes sexual quips. Also I thought she was a boy when I first saw her. Definitely my favorite of the newest group, and also did a stream with Matsuri as well.

And that actually has a history. You see this is not Chigusa’s first rodeo... as it is apparent, and during her previous life Matsuri and her did a sleepover, and was quite close as well... so this is actually a really nice reunion. I didn’t know that until now.

Nijisanji KR 3rd Gen

Nun Bora - A second-year high schooler, likes drawing and playing the recorder which she has a battle with So Nagi. Quick learner, apparently. Plays APEX and Fall Guys, but is competent in pretty much any game. Definitely top tier APEX player.

Akina Ray - Japanese streamer who streams in virtual Seoul. Does a morning talk show, likes baseball, since she’s from Hiroshima, and Shadowverse. She’s actually an art student and a meat lover. But overall, the most seiso art student of Nijisanji.

Lee Roha - Idol trainee from outer space, a mixed race. A bit of a ditz, with the appropriate thumbnails. Streams in Japanese on YouTube, in Korean on Twitch. Does a lot of League of Legend on twitch, and does evening piano stream. Likes Lee Siu.

Nijisanji ID 4th Gen

Etna Crimson - Half supernatural, likes to make everyone happy. Definitely not Amber from Genshin Impact, because Amber is Kizuna Ai. Okay, bad joke. Yeah, she’s good.

Bonnivier Pranaja - Originally a fisher, but quit after being swindled. Usually appears with KR streams, actually. Maybe likes Hana? Who knows.

Siska Leontyne - Security officer for shady company. Pretty good at games involving killing... make sense considering her profession. Pretty cool and laid-back.

Nijisanji KR 4th Gen

Ryu Hari - Likes to collect nightmares, likes reading and playing the electric guitar.

Shin Kiru - A 25-year old NEET, has an odd way of speaking and strange topics. Likes Rock and horror movies. He seems pretty laid-back as well.

Yang Nari - 19-year old girl from a different world who now lives in the countryside. Pretty good at hosting with her cute voice. Likes sewing, and talks in high status. She has a thing of suffering, and that kind of comes out from lore.

Oh Jiyu - She’s a female vtuber, although she looks and sounds boyish. Third-year college student representative. Speaks Korean and Japanese, and like gacha and also singing... so maybe a boyish Suisei? I’m sure she’s more normal, though.

Nijisanji ID 5th Gen

Nagisa Arcinia - Wannabe fashion designer, speaks a bunch of languages... but that’s normal for ID... yeah, she’s cute and might be a little psychopathic. Typical.

Derem Kado - 16 year old girl going to magical school, always looking for a cat, but a special cat that makes contracts and stuff. High pitched scares and gets lost.

Reza Avanluna - He’s a world chronicler, he visits and chronicles worlds in his dreams. Has a ship going on with Hana, I think? I’m not sure. Please correct this, if untrue.

There you go! All 139 extant members as of February 8th, 2021, which is the third anniversary of Nijisanji... that was a long post... even though it was in three parts. Sorry for filling the days with this... I have been busy with collecting data and so on. But I hope you have a good inkling of the landscape that is Nijisanji.

#nijisanji #vtuber #long post

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idolish7rabbitchats · 3 years

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Yotsuba Tamaki: King Pudding Rabbit Chat Part 4

Tsumugi: Tamaki-san, good work for today’s shoot! How was it?

4: I wanted to do more collabs.

4: It’s over today huh?

T: Right, this time’s Ichiban Kuji shoot has ended.

4: I can hear King Pudding calling me...

T: P-Please calm down Tamaki-san. ><

4: I can’t throw away the leaf I found for the leader.

T: I see… How about trying to leave it as a memory!

4: But I would lose it if I put it in my room, so I put it in So-chan’s room.

4: I wonder if So-chan would be surprised.

T: He would be surprised so I think you should tell him about that. ><

4: I’ll make it as a gratitude for the King Pudding origami that So-chan gave to me. lol

4: Even though So-chan’s drawings are horrible, he can make origami huh.

T: His sense of aesthetics is different from other people’s, but I think he’s skillful for most things!

4: I don’t get iiit.

4: So-chan is a complicated man.

T: It would be nice if they could compensate for their weak points!

4: I’m not confident if I could compensate for that horrible drawing.

T: I-It’s fine..!

*T: Was there something else that was fun about the shoot?

4: Yukirin let me touch his pudding so I exchanged it for mine, and my pudding was the leader so Yukirin seemed like a mafia boss.

4: And I borrowed the iron rod Yama-san had.

T: A leader with an iron rod sounds really strong…!

4: Nah, So-chan was the worst.

T: Uuh, is that so..?

4: It’s fine that only I know that scariness but.

4: I don’t know what So-chan would do when given a weapon.

T: I can’t imagine..

4: Rikkun was holding one too but it looked like a toy.

4: It seemed frustrating, huh Rikkun.

T: Riku-san’s costume was like that so it certainly might have looked that way huh. ><

4: Iorin is a demon teacher.

T: A teacher…?

4: Because he’s a demon when we’re doing homework together.

T: He’s being strict for Tamaki-san!

4: I eat a lot of bunny chocolates for Iorin so he could be nice to me from time to time.

T: How do you want Iori-san to be nice?

4: Hmmmmmm.

4: Like going to the arcade with me more.

4: Visiting a crepe shop more.

4: Or riding a bicycle with two people.

T: That’s heartwarming, but riding a bicycle with two people is prohibited. ><

4: Tch

4: There’s a lot of people who do it.

T: Then ride on the one that we used for shooting the Fly Away! cover!

4: That’s not a bike! lolol

4: Anyways I want to do more highschooler-ish things with Iorin.

T: Right! Other than the bike, I definitely want you to have experiences.

4: First, I’ll make Iorin to read Soreyuke! Bancho, and teach him what highschool friendship is about.

V2:

T: I-It’s fine..!

T: Was there something else that was troublesome about the shoot?

4: I really wanted the tiny King Pudding in Gakkun’s drink but I couldn’t have it. Somehow Gakkun was having a smug face when I was staring at him.

4: And I borrowed the iron rod Yama-san had.

V3:

T: I-It’s fine..!

T: You were talking with Tsunashi-san during the shoot!

4: He said the Leader pudding with a leaf is cute. I talked about Soreyuke! Bancho to him and it seems like Ryu-Aniki was reading it too, so we were so excited.

4: And I borrowed the iron rod Yama-san had.

#idolish seven #Idolish7 #tsumugi takanashi #Takanashi Tsumugi #yotsuba tamaki #tamaki yotsuba #idol #game #gaming #rabbit chat #king pudding #osama pudding #translation #japanese #english #game app #idol game #Rhythm game

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miss-sternennacht · 6 years

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So... If every Smash character were to have an echo fighter: (also new fighter ideas?)

Mario - Honestly I’d put Luigi, but he’s not an option and I guess Dr. Mario is like an echo fighter for him even though he’s not

Donkey Kong - Could easily put in another one of the Kongs such as DK Junior, Chunky Kong, Funky Kong, etc.

Link - Another version of Link could work

Samus - Has Dark Samus as efighter

Yoshi - Birdo! Please, can we have our lovely pink friend added?

Kirby - Hard to think of anyone else for Kirby lol

Fox - We could have Peppy or Slippy

Pikachu - Raichu! Either the original version or the Alolan version

Luigi - Where we could have put our hopes and dreams for Waluigi, but definitely not happening

Ness - I don’t know much about Earthbound, but I think they pretty much have all the kids in

Captain Falcon - Black Shadow or Blood Falcon

Jigglypuff - We could have Wigglytuff or even Clefairy. Really any small, round, puffy pokemon could work

Peach - Has Daisy as efighter

Bowser - Petey Piranha would be a nice change! Though I think more people would prefer (and would probably work better) Dry Bowser

Ice Climber - Yeah I’ve got no clue

Sheik - Impa! Maybe her Ocarina of Time version as her newer versions have a large sword (Impa for Smash??!?!!!!)

Zelda - Can easily put Hilda in as an option. If not, another version of Zelda would be ok

Dr. Mario - Let’s leave the doc alone to his thoughts

Pichu - Plusle and/or Minum or any other small electric pokemon

Falco - Same ideas as Fox possibly

Marth - Has Lucina as efighter

Young Link - This one is hard as well, as the only other “young Link” in the series’ history is Wind Waker who is on the list. I thought maybe Saria but I guess it’d be difficult as she doesn’t use a sword...

Ganondorf - Possibly Demise

Mewtwo - Mew!

Roy - Has Chrom as efighter

Mr. Game & Watch - No idea. If there’s another character like him from the 80s that would fit, that would work

Meta Knight - Know anyone else in Dreamland with a sword?

Pit - Has Dark Pit as efighter

Zero Suit Samus - Is there anyone else that we could use from the Metroid series that matches her move set?

Wario - Who knows

Snake - I know nothing about his series but I know he’s a clone so maybe a different Snake

Ike - We can put in one more Fire Emblem character here. Too many to chose from!

Pokemon Trainer - They added the girl trainer as another costume, so what if they did a whole new trainer (cough Team Rocket) and similar pokemon?

Diddy Kong - Dixie Kong hands down

Lucas - See Ness from above

Sonic - Shadow the Hedgehog!

King Dedede - Another Dreamland villain perhaps?

Olimar - Louie, Alph, Britanny, or Charlie

Lucario - Another pokemon - maybe Alakazam?

R.O.B. - eh

Toon Link - Tetra!! How could I forget her?!?!?! Thanks webcomixwastaken!!!

Wolf - no idea

Villager - As you’re the only human in the game, maybe with one of the other neighbors you could meet?

Mega Man - If all his Mega Man versions are in his Final Smash, I’d say it’d hopeless to hope for an efighter for this guy

Wii Fit TRAINER - If you know another other fit-friendly person to fit the role

Rosalina & Luna - Too unique to have an efighter

Little Mac - One of his opponents

Greninja - Another water-type pokemon?

Mii Fighter - They’re fine on their own unless you wanna add more types to them

Palutena - Another Goddess or Medusa from Kid Icarus

PAC-MAN - Who better than Ms. PAC-MAN

Robin - Same with Ike, there’s probably a lot of other FE characters who could fit in

Shulk - Rex?

Bowser JR. - They have all the Koopalings, probably no one else could fit this role

Duck Hunt Duo - Very specific, can’t think of anyone else

Ryu - Another Street Fighter character

Cloud - Another Final Fantasy character

Corrin - Another FE character

Bayonetta - Probably won’t happen as she has her colors but Jeanne would work nicely

Inkling - OCTOLINGS!!!

Ridley - Too unique to have one?

Simon - Has Richter as efighter

King K. Rool - Has a very specific set of moves, can’t imagine him with an efighter

Isabelle - She’s don’t need no echo fighter

New fighter ideas:

From Nintendo IPs:

K.K. Slider from Animal Crossing (if he’s not an assist trophy for this game). It be cool if he could use his music to attack opponents!

Spring Man and Ribbon Girl from ARMS. Could even have an efighter who are two more characters from the game. Or if they wanted to make the two separate characters that works as well. Obviously their main weapons would be their arms.

The cute little characters from Snipperclips. I highly doubt it but never put it past Nintendo - they did add Wii Fit TRAINER who kinda came out of nowhere. Can snip and clip enemies.

So many potential Zelda characters they could add! Depending if they’re assist trophies already or not, but could include: Impa (see above with Sheik), Fi, Maron (she’s already a fighter in Hyrule Warriors), Darunia, Ruto, any of the Champions from Breath of the Wild, Tetra, Ravio, Yuga, Skull Kid...

From 3rd-Party IPs:

Honestly, first and foremost, it’d be awesome to have Sora from Kingdom Hearts! It’d be another sword-type character, but imagine him with his Keyblade! And Disney characters! Though this one might be hard to obtain since it’s SquareEnix/Disney, BUT would be a very good advertising strategy for Square/Disney since KH3 comes out one month after Smash. This would be the character I’d want in Smash the most as of right now.

Another hopeful for me is Professor Layton from the Professor Layton series. He could use a fencing sword (Yeah another sword user) and his final smash you could point at your opponent and have them trapped inside a puzzle! Could have Luke or Katrielle as an efighter.

Dr. Eggman from the Sonic series. He could be inside one of his robots to attack! So many options for his fighting style and for what his final smash would be! Also another villain which we need more of.

Rayman from the Rayman series (part of me for a moment thought about the Rabbids who could possibly end up on the list but I really hope not just because I would absolutely hate their taunt if they’re screaming but with the latest collab with Nintendo, it’s actually highly possible).

Someone from Dragon Quest? Monster Hunter? Resident Evil? Soul Caliber? Call of Duty? Steve from Minecraft? Assassin’s Creed? Lara Croft from Tomb Raider? Crash Bandicoot? Ace Attorney?

Just from my opinions, I would think Dr. Eggman and/or the Rabbids would be the most likely to show up next as new fighters in the game.

#ssb ultimate #ssb #sternennacht update

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k-hiphop-trash · 7 years

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SMTM participant facts

BILL STAX

He participated in Show Me The Money 3.

He debuted in 2001.

His previous artist name was Vasco. He got this name from the Portuguese explorer Vasco de Gamma.

In July 2011 he married model Park HwanHui, 10 years younger than him. They have a son together.

In December 2012, he and Park HwanHui got a divorce due to religious differences.

He graduated in Journalism in the University of SeJong.

His real name is 신동열 (Shin DongYeol).

He is from Seoul.

He was born on December 18th 1980.

BLACK NUT

He participated in Show Me The Money 4.

He is known for his disses.

He had to apologize in many occasions due to his lyrics.

He debuted in 2008.

His real name is 김대웅 (kim DaeWoong).

He is 173cm.

He was born in January 1st 1989.

BRYN

She is the only female in the crew.

She is a rapper.

She is the oldest member.

She has her own place and studio.

She speaks English.

She is dating Panda Gomms.

She was born on February 26th 1998.

Her real name is 최란 (Choi Ran).

She participated in Show Me The Money 6, but was eliminated in the 3rd round.

CHANGMO

Hangeul: 창모

Real name: Ku Chang Mo ( 구창모)

He was born May, 31 1994 in Jeongseon, Gangwon

He is rapper and producer

He plays the piano

He sings

He released his debut album M O T O W N on March 18, 2016

He has collaborated with artists like The Quiett, Jessi, Suran, Hyorin and Primeboi

Dok2 and The Quiett felt they could be of helpf for Changmo, so they decided to contact him

He is the first South Korean artist to be nominated for the BET Award

His collab with Hyorin, “Blue Moon” topped charts as the best man-woman collab

He participated in Show Me The Money 3 but was eliminated early on the show.

C JAMM

He participated in Show Me The Money 3.

He participated in Show Me The Money 5 and ended up being a runner up. He lost against BeWhy.

He has a Maltese dog.

He is really close with BeWhy.

He was born in Incheon. Later on he moved to Jeju were he lived for a few years. This is why he sometimes speaks with a Jeju dialect.

He has a younger sister.

He chose his name because the slang used for cocaine was cjam. He added the double m to make it more unique.

CJamm teached BeWhy how to rap.

He is a member of $exy $treet crew.

He was born on February 28th 1993.

His real name is 류성민 (Ryu SeongMin).

GIRIBOY

He participated in Show Me The Money 3.

During the 3rd round in SMTM3, every other contestant avoided CJamm and him, and so they went 1vs1. He was eliminated in this round. Thanks to Tablo’s proposal he was brought back to the show later on.

He likes basketball.

He studied in the International University of the Arts.

He is well known producer.

In all of his songs he leaves his signature “G.R.BOY”, spelled in English.

He was a producer with Xitsuh in School Rapper. Their team was the winner with Young B.

His real name is 홍시영 (Hong SiYeong).

He is 178cm.

He is from Seoul.

He was born on November 24th 1991.

HASH SWAN

Hangeul: 해쉬스완

Real name: Han Deok Kwan ( 한덕광)

He was born March, 12 1995 in Seoul

He is 161 cm

He has a lot of tattos on his arms, hands and neck

He debuted in 2015

He participated in SMTM5 and SMTM6

He was third and final signed artist of Ambition Musik

He was suggested by both Hyo Eun and Changmo

He didn’t give an answer until a month later (he was receiving a lot of love calls from labels because of Show me the money

He has collaborated with artists like X.Q., MC Gree, Crucial Star and DayDay

KEEM HYO EUN

Real name: Kim Hyo Eun (김효은)

He was born July, 29 1993 in Seoul

His stage name used to be Kenny Raw

He was the first to release a record under the new label, titled ‘My Ambition EP’ in October, 2016

He has collaborated with artists like Sous Chefs (Owen Ovadoz and pH-1), Dok2, DPR Live and Groovyroom

He participated SMTM3 and SMTM5

In SMTM5 he proved to be an introverted person who barely spoke, which made Superbee to mock him

JAYMOON

His real name is 문지원 (Moon JiWon).

Hi was born on January 9th, 1995.

He participated in Show Me The Money 6

In SMTM6 he passed the cypher, but he was not chosen for any of the teams.

LOCO

Hangeul: 로꼬

Real name: Kwon Hyuk Woo (권혁우)

He was born December 25th 1989 in Seoul

He is 175 cm

His nickname is Gochoo

He studied Economics in Hongik University

He speaks English

In College he would drink a lot before shows and people would call him crazy, that’s why he chose his stage name, “Loco”, which means “crazy” in Spanish

Gray and him went to the same university (Hongik Unviersity) and got close because of that

His stage name used to be Demaine, which Gray chose for him. However, he thought it was too plain and simple, and he also thought his personality was also plain and simple, so he changed it

He used to stutter when he was younger and it became a serious problem for him while growing up. At that time he came to know hip hop and he found it amazing how rappers express their inner thoughts freely

He was inspired by Kanye West and CB Mass, whom he listened to with his friends

He and his friends decided that they also wanted to compose and they formed a group called “Satgotbong” (which is why his instagram is “Satgotloco”), this was the name of the sauna that was located in their neighborhood. They all had the idea that if they were to do shows like any other rapper, it would be boring, so they decided to wear those particular clothes that they used in the saunas while making their shows

He debuted on Sept 4, 2012 with the single “See the Light”

He went through a fake contract before participating in SMTM

He won the first season of Show Me The Money

At the time of participating in Show Me The Money, he had little experience due to his young age and didn’t have much to talk about but, after wining the show, he went through lots of things which helped to discover more about himself, find a right tone and write more lyrics

He appeared in Happy Together and SNL Korea

He was producer, along with Jay park, in Show Me The Money 4

He is part of the VV:D crew, along with Crush, Elo, Zion T. and Gray

He auditioned to be part of BTS, but he wasn’t chosen

He appears in Jay Park’s Mommae MV

He appears in Zico’s Tough Cookie MV

He has collaborated with artists such as Jay Park, Elo and Gray, Dean, DPR Live and Crucial Star

He appeared in Immortal Songs Season 2

He released his mini album, Locomotive, in November 28.2014

He has recently released an album, ‘Bleached’

He won a Melon Music Award in the “Best OST” category for his track “Spring Is Gone by Chance,” which was on “The Girl Who Sees Smells” OST

Loco has previously said that he lost eight Kilograms of fat because when he had taken a photo with Jay Park and a few others behind the scenes at a Jay Park concert, he thought he looked like a pig and that inspired him to lose weight

His song ‘Hold Me Tight’ was supposed to be Jay’s song, but he gave it to Loco

‘Thinking About You’ was supposed to be a title track of Jay’s album but Jay handed it over to Loco because he thought the song would fit better on Locomotive

He has done his enlistment

He is part of an anti smoking campaign, along with Jay

He likes Descendants of the Sun

NO:EL

His real name is 장용준 (Jang YongJoon).

He was born on May 30th 2000.

He is from Seoul.

He went to St. Paul Preparatory School.

He is friends with Young B.

He is shy.

His father is Jang JeWon, a politician member of the Korean National Assembly (Chairman of Busan City Hall).

He likes the band Oasis.

He participated in School Rapper. He was in team Mad Clown and during the first round he received a lot of praise from the producers, Swings even said that he would contact him to sign him in his label (although according to YongJoon this never happend).

Despite all the praises he got in the show, he only appeared in the first episode, from then onwards he was censored and he left a couple of episodes before the show ended.

He had to leave the contest due to a controversy that came out concerning Jang YongJoon. He allegedly asked a friend of his to beat his mother and told a girl that offered sex through Twitter that he would pay for it.

He participated in Show Me The Money 6. He was eliminated during the fire round.

He would have picked team CoDean.

His ideal type is a pretty girl.

He likes BlackPink and Red Velvet.

He is good friends with MC Gree.

He likes the clothing brand thisisneverthat.

He spends his money as he earns it. Specially in food.

He dropped out of school because it didn’t motivate him and he was tired of studying.

He says that he can imitate YoungB.

He is been a fan of rappers Yankie and Tablo for a while. He likes sentimental rappers. He likes the song “Thank You For Breathing” by Tablo.

He would like to work with Beenzino.

He joined Indigo Music on march 14th 2018.

OWEN OVADOZ

His Korean name is Kim Hyunwoo and his English name is Owen Kim.

He was born on October 13 1991.

He was born in Seoul but moved to New Jersey.

He went back to Korea in 2005.

He is 178cm.

He likes and plays videogames like World of Warcraft.

He played basketball.

He is a Christian.

He studied English in the University.

He has a nostril piercing.

He has several tattoos: Make it, rain and drops on the middle and index finger of his right hand, Fort Lee New Jersey, 201 and praying hands on his neck.

He participated on SMTM3 and SMTM4.

He was contacted by Naflla after seeing him on SMTM3.

He has a duo with pH-1, called Sous Chefs.

His track City was produced by Groovy Room and the MV includes recordings of fans around the world.

His track 11 in the morning was produced by Groovy Room and mastered by The Quiett.

The Quiett helped him producing his firt album, P.O.E.M.

He has collaborated with artists like Dumbfoundead, Ja Mezz, Paloalto, Okasian and Giriboy.

Before being a rapper, he wanted to be a vet.

His brother is a producer.

He lives in the studio. (This is from an interview in 2016, so it might have changed).

PUNCHNELLO

His real name is 이영신 / Lee Young Sin.

He was born on 28th May 1997.

He was born in Anyang, Kyonggi-Do.

He is signed in HIGHGRND.

He is 162.5 cm.

He debuted on September 8th, 2016 with "Lime”.

He appeared in Show Me The Money 6 as a contestant.

He was eliminated during the battle against MyunDo because they got a tie and were requested to perform another song. Punchnello couldn’t concentrate and didn’t rap anything. He explained later on that it was due to his mother being ill and her conditioning worsening at the time.

He participated on the song “Show Me The Money” with other eliminated rappers such as Penomeco and Olltii.

During the interview with the eliminated artists he explained that his mother was doing well.

He loves cats and has one.

SIK-K

In hangul: 식케이

Also: Young Hot Yellow

His real name is Kwon Min Sik

He is Yelows Mob’s leader

He was born on February 26 1994

He released his first mixtape (Lonely Sound) in 2011

He is part of the crew OTC (Outside the Circle)

He is in H1ghr Music Records

He speaks English well

He moved to Vancouver in middle school

He was part of a Vancouver based crew in 2011

He currently atends Sejong University

In 2015, he joined Show Me The Money 4 and made it to the TOP 16 in Team AOMG but was eventually dropped out of the line-up

He likes artists like Drake and Wiz Khalifa

He would like to collaborate with Taeyang

He wasn’t expecting the Eung Freestyle to become so famous, he feels really thankful about that

His favourite food is sushi

SWINGS

He is the CEO.

His real name is 문지훈 ( Mun Jihun).

He was born on October 14th 1986.

He is from Seoul.

He is 175cm.

He was in UPT and Brand New Music, until he founded Just Music in 2011.

His debut album was “Punch Line King”, released in 2007.

He used to be in Hip Hop group, Uptown.

He participated and won Show Me The Money 2.

He was a producer in Show Me The Money 3.

He studied English Language and Literature at Sungkyunkwan University.

He has suffered obsessive compulsive disorder, anxiety and stress since he was really young. When in 2014 he started his military service, this problems became worse and he had to leave in 2015, after 11 months of service instead the 24 you are supposed to do in South Korea.

He is dating 임보라 (Lim BoRa).

He appeared as a producer in School Rapper.

He has 2 dogs: 문돈까 (MoonDonka) & 문싣니 (MoonSidney).

Woo Won Jae

His stage name is Munch (뭉크).

His real name is 우원재 (Woo WonJae).

He was born on 26th December 1996.

He is 1,69cm.

He participated in Show Me The Money 6. He was passed by Tiger JK and continued to impress the judges due to his lyrics and rap style.

He was in team Tiger JK & Bizzy in SMTM6.

He was third place in SMTM6.

He was eliminated before he could perform “We Are” with Loco and Gray. The song is available worldwide in many platforms such as iTunes and Spotify.

He is part of the street art crew Plutonic Seoul.

He attends Hongik University.

He met Loco and Gray (AOMG) at Hongik University and all three of them were part of a crew called “Brainswords”.

Gray used to tutor him and said he is a hardworking student who always finishes his homework.

He has a few tattoos: a skeleton on his hand, that same arm tattooed, and a branch on his neck. The neck tattoo was done by the same artist that tattooed Dean, C.Jamm and Zelo.

His trademark beanie style became a trend after he appeared in SMTM6.

His lyrics are about his life experiences and personal situation.

He is good friends with Olltii.

He was called a demon rapper during SMTM by the other contestants, and was compared to Ignito, the rapper he chose for the 1vs1 battle.

He started rapping 1 year prior to SMTM6.

He stated that he chose rap above other music styles because is the one that adapts the most to what he wants to tell.

He was portrayed as someone without a lot of expression during SMTM, but he himself said that he actually smiles quite often, although he also said that he is not very good at celebrating things.

WOODIE GOCHILD

He participated in SMTM6 as part of Jay Park & Dok2′s team

He has the septum piercing (Idk if it’s fake)

He’s part of the Ytc4 life crew

He’s the youngest in H1gher Music

He became known in SMTM6 because of his pigeon like noises and his energy (he couldn’t stay still and kept dancing everywhere).

He was a dancer during Boi B’s “Horangnabi” performance in SMTM.

YOUNG B

He is a rapper.

He participated in Show Me The Money 4. During the cypher Seo ChoolGoo yielded the mic so he could rap, even though that meant that ChoolGoo himself wouldn’t have time to freestyle.

He participated in Show Me The Moeny 5, but was eliminated during the 1vs1 battle.

He is friend with NO:EL.

He is from Seoul.

He lives alone in a studio apartment, although his dog lives with his parents.

He attended Shindongshin Information Industry School.

According to B-NOM, he refers to Bumby as “Yaah Yoo TaeHyun!”.

He participated in School Rapper and he is the winner of the season.

In School Rapper he was in team Giriboy and Xitsuh.

He signed with Indigo Music, a label created by Swings.

He was born on January 12th 1999.

His real name is 양홍원 (Yang HongWon).

He participated in Show Me The Money 6.

In SMTM6 he was part of team CoDean. He was eliminated against Nucksal and Jo Woo Chan.

This artists will be posted on their correspondent crew profiles in the future. For now, due to lack of information on the crew or the members they will be featured in this post.

This are only artists who participated in Show Me The Money at some point (all seasons and all episodes, even if just one)

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