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[girlbetweenryosuke]

“Rogue and Reigning” -- Chapter I

Chapter I: The Rogue Prince

Note: Hello! Ok so u might be thinking oh my god she’s making another story she aint gon finish bUT wait ok i swear im going to finish this. ALSO yes i didn’t put a watermark on the title thing bc it kind of ruins it?? I quite like it like really simple ya kno idk but anyway those aren’t my photos so ofc there’s no need for my watermark hAHAHAH

Teaser: (I don’t really have a good teaser so this is an excerpt from the second chapter)

“I’m someone who wants to step up, and you are someone who wants to step down. But quite surprisingly, we are both outcasts. I want the throne, and yet I am not given it. You want to be a commoner, and yet you are forced to wear a crown. I guess it’s natural that we envy each other... But maybe that’s why somehow, we complete each other. Opposites attract,

and I am well over attracted to you.”

“No.”

The word this young princess feared to hear the most. That’s especially when that was the answer to a request that she had built up an abundance of courage for. She was sitting on a cushioned seat, hands on her lap, ankles crossed and to the side as she sat up straight. She followed all the rules, she had all the manners, she was deemed as a perfect princess—and this was the only time she was willing to go against that title.

“Father, please.”, she begged as the king sat on his seat behind the desk. His arms on each armrest and legs apart as he huffed. “I cannot allow you to be the crowned queen.”, he said as Y/N looked down, tears welling up in her eyes. “But father,”, she looked up, scared to look him in the eyes. “I am the first-born child. I can be a good leader. I have been studying every single detail about our country’s history, politics, and economy since I have been a toddler. I am very much prepared!”, she continued.

The king leaned forward, sitting up from leaning on his chair as he looked her in her eyes. “Y/N, my dear, you have been studying our history, am I correct?”, he asked, and Y/N nodded, “Yes.”. “Then you must know that throughout our family’s 449-year reign, no woman has been appointed as a queen.”, he said the words that annoyed Y/N the most. “Goodness, even your mother wasn’t a queen. Women in this monarchy are only princesses. They cannot hold such power a king can have.”, he said.

Y/N huffed, looking away and shaking her head. “Well then, I suggest that there be a change.”, she looked him back in the eye as she regained confidence. This. This was the thing that drove Y/N to want to rule as queen. She wanted to prove that a woman can be leader-material. What a man can do, a woman can do too. Aside from that, she had planned for ages on what she wanted to change in her country of Seina.

Seina is an archipelago off the east coast of Japan. Since they were so near Japan, it was once part of it during the Heian period to around half of the Edo period. After they were separated from the country back in 1569, they were colonized by Europe and their first language of Japanese was mixed with English, creating their now first language, Seinese; their now second language, Japanese. The monarchy began with their first king, King Morita. He wrote in his will that his crown must be passed to a man, not a woman, and no one really understood why, but that is why kings must always have sons, no matter what. Y/N’s great-grandfather was the last child of 12 siblings, all of them being girls, which explains how grave they take his will.

And Y/N wants to know why.

She loved her country, that’s why she wanted to fix it. Poverty rates were rising, the economy was on the brink of collapsing, riots were forming here and there, and there was no escaping from the reality that her father’s reign was one of the worst. On top of that, the idea of misogynism was evident in the country taking from its beliefs that men and women aren’t equal beings. She went to charity works, she’d immersed with the crowd to study what wasn’t included in history books. She knew what had to be done, and she knew she had to do it now.

“There’s no need for a change when you have a little brother who is an heir to the throne.”, he replied. “Father, he is 6-years-old.”, she said with pity for her sibling who will soon be holding the burden of the crown. “In a year, once you’ve stepped down, Hiro will only be 7. He’s merely a child!”, she ranted. His forehead puckered, seemingly beginning to be annoyed at her words.

“Don’t paint be as a bad man when I am only following traditions.”, he urged. “Next year will be my 50th year of reign, and you know what that means, right?”, he asked as she gulped and nodded. “Every 50 years, we have to appoint the heir of the throne as king. In a year, I will teach him everything that Hiro needs to know.”, he said. “I will begin with manners, but apparently you need a brush up on your manners too.”, he said, setting Y/N aback as she silently scoffed to herself. “Do not be late for your flight to Japan, you must learn more about our history with them before you create these unrealistic ambitions for yourself. You are dismissed.”, he flicked his hand away, gesturing her to leave. She bit the inside of her cheek, standing up and bowing deeply, her right hand hesitantly on her left chest, “Excuse me.”. She left the room with fire in her chest, feeling anger in her veins.

She had more than one reason for wanting to be a queen. She loved her country, she loved to serve, she wanted to break the foolish traditions and on top of that—

“Y/N…”, her brother approached her, tugging on the sleeves of her dress. She turned around to see Hiro, teary-eyed, and pouting. She pouted, squatting down to hug her brother, petting the back of his head. “Did he say yes?”, he faltered. Y/N looked down as tears started to drip down her cheek, “No.”, she hesitantly answered as the little boy’s breath hitched. He then began to wail, face red, strings of saliva appeared when he opened his mouth and his face wet with tears. She rubbed his small back as she comforted him. “I don’t want to be the king. I don’t want to be the king.”, he cried.

On top of that, Y/N loved her little brother.

 In her room, she let her body fall on her bed, feeling tired from putting a brave front to confront her father. “If it meant to rule a country, I wish I was a man.”, she said to herself, arms on her forehead as she stared at the ceiling. Then, there was a knock on the door. “Come in.”, she said as she heard the door open and close. “Princess Y/N, someone wishes to have an audience with you.”, her trusted maid, Kiera, said. “Who is that someone?”, Y/N asked as Kiera cleared her throat. “He wishes for me to not reveal his name.”, she repressed a smile.

Then, Y/N, sprang up, knowing exactly who “he” was. She slipped on a robe and ran out into the corridor, Kiera frantically trying to catch up to her. Y/N quickly ran downstairs and out into the front courtyard to find the most dashing man in her eyes, Riinen. Riinen is her best friend, a son of a cabinet member. His caramel-colored hair was always slicked back, he had gray-blue eyes and thick brows. He always looked neat, not a strand of hair out of place, not a wrinkle on his shirt, neither a spot on his shoes unpolished. She loved him—well to be fair, everyone did. He was a truly perfect man.

But the thing Y/N wishes she could see, was the true him. She’d never seen him cry, despite the many times he had seen her cry. She’d never seen him tired or sweat, he always looked like some Ken doll. She’d never seen him in his casual clothing, he’s always in a white long-sleeved polo, and black slacks and black polished shoes. She wanted to see more of him. She wanted to fall more in love with him, but he was acting like a prince that doesn’t break walls to let people in. She hated that—well to be fair, everyone did.

She jumped to him, wrapping her arms around him as she kissed his cheek as he carried her. “I missed you!”, she pulled away and he laughed, “Not as much as I missed you, Your Highness.”. She let go of him, letting her feet touch the ground again. She gestured for them to walk together to which he nodded. Her maid followed along, out of hearing-range so that they could privately talk. “So how was Canada?”, she asked, “It was extremely cold!”, he complained, a smile on his face as he rubbed his shoulders, pretending to shiver.

“Colder than Mt. Sundire?”, she asked, pertaining to the coldest mountain in Seina. “Colder than Mt. Sundire.”, he nodded, and she shivered. “Was it fun, though?”, she asked, looking up at him. “Oh, for sure it was. Mary and I had a great time sight-seeing and such.”, he smiled. She looked down at the thought that he was having fun with another girl. “Hey, don’t be so sad.”, he lightly turned her shoulders to turn to him. She looked into his dreamy eyes as she gulped. “Mary is just a girl, so don’t be so jealous.”, he smiled.

She blushed remembering that Riinen did in fact know that Y/N loves him. He’s already accepted it, and even teases her for it. Although he has never been clear with his feelings, he does show his affection to her, making Y/N both confused and happy at the same time. As she looked into his eyes, she noticed how cold looking they were, beautiful, but unwelcoming. They say a person’s eyes were the windows to one’s soul, and yet she couldn’t see anything in them. His eyes were empty. “Would you like to go out with me? Have a little drink?”, he asked her, and she pursed her lips and hesitantly shakes her head. “I’m sorry. I have to fly to Japan today, I have an official meeting with the Emperor’s grandchildren.”, she pouted.

That was a lie. No, the official meeting was not the lie, but the true reason behind Y/N visiting Japan is not for her to meet the Emperor’s grandchildren. The real reason as to why she was going there was to research more about why Seina was separated from Japan. She needed an explanation as to why there were so many misogynistic traditions in their culture. And, she desperately needed an answer as to why the first king, King Morita, did not want women to lead the country.

He smiled and tilted his head, then pouting, “I guess I’ll have to drink alone again, Your Highness.”. “Hey, don’t drunk text me again, alright?”, she smiled, lightly pushing his chest as he laughed. “Princess Y/N.”, Kiera bowed with her hand on her chest and called her. Y/N turned to her and nodded, “It is time to leave. Your luggage is all packed and placed in the vehicle and is waiting for your arrival.”, she said as Y/N pursed her lips and nodded. “Alright.”. “I guess I’ll be going now.”, she smiled and patted Riinen’s chest. “See you!”. “See you, Your Highness!”.

After Y/N changed into her proper clothes, she rode a limousine to the airport, and from there, she rode an airplane to Japan. It only took an hour until she was already stepping on the Japanese grounds. She was greeted by various politicians, performers, and had to pass and greet different people before she was able to be in her own private space in a car.

“Are you alright, Princess Y/N?”, Kiera asked, sitting in the front seat next to the driver. “I’m perfectly fine, thank you.”, she replied, sighing and looking out the window. She examined the environment, finding everything beautiful and amazing how color coded-like the city was. The streets were clean, and very seldom would you see a piece of trash on the ground. It was very much different from Seina where the streets of the rural areas would have trash and homeless people. She wishes to fix that—very soon.

They arrived at the palace, Y/N noticing 3 women of her age lined up with a little boy in the middle. The driver opened the door for her, and she stepped out as the four of them bowed to her, “Good afternoon, Princess Y/N.”, they said in unison. Y/N smiled and returned the bow, with her hand on her left chest, “Good afternoon, Princess Chihiro, Princess Misaki, Prince Mamoru, and Princess Airi.”. It was a mouthful to say all of their names, just imagine if there were more.

She was then led into the palace with smiles as they toured her around. She noticed how Chihiro held Mamoru’s hand, and how young he truly is. “Prince Mamoru is the heir to the throne, isn’t he?”, Y/N said, and they nodded, Mamoru showing a wide smile on his face. “I hear your baby brother is too?”, Misaki asked, and Y/N hesitantly nodded. “Tentatively.”, she added as they nodded. “Mamoru is still young and has a long way to go. He wouldn’t be the heir if someone shaped himself up.”, Airi added, and the three siblings hushed her as she lightly bowed. “Someone?”, Y/N asked. “No one. I’m sorry, let’s continue the tour.”.

Throughout the whole day, Y/N had meals with the grandchildren, did some entertaining activities, and during dinner, there was a performance by some local artists. She barely had enough time to sneak around, neither did she know where to go in the first place. She was thinking that maybe the library would have some texts, but she didn’t know where it was located.

It’s now nighttime, Y/N was lying down on her bed, wearing her long, white, satin nightgown as she twisted her hair around her finger, staring at the ceiling. She was waiting for everyone to fall quiet and asleep so that maybe she could look for the library then, but throughout Y/N’s stay in the palace, she’s been hearing whispers here and there. No, it wasn’t some ghostly whisper, rather they were gossips from the maids and stewards. She could hear them talk in the hallways from her room.

She sat up from her bed and walked over to the door to press her ear on it to hear what they were talking about. “He hasn’t been home in a week!”. “I hear he’s doing it again.”. “Oh goodness, when will he stop?”. “He’s such a disgrace.”. “He really lives up to his title as the rogue prince, huh.”.

Y/N began to become curious. Curious to know what they were talking about and curious to know who this rogue prince was. Then suddenly, chattering stopped, and frantic footsteps filled the hallways. Y/N slowly opened the door, peeking to see maids running around as if there was an emergency. Then, she let her whole-body slip through as each maid that passed by bowed to her.

Then, she spotted Kiera calmly walking by with a glass of milk for Y/N. “Kiera,”, she summoned a maid as she bowed to her. “Yes, Princess Y/N.”. “What is with all the maids panicking?”, she asked, as the maid looked down, “I’m deeply sorry, Princess Y/N, did they disturb you?”. “No, no. Not at all. I am just a little bit curious.”, she said. “Oh, well, I’m not quite sure as to why there is such a ruckus, but I have heard something about a rogue prince.”, she informed her.

Y/N’s eyes widened as she quickly ran back in to slip on a robe and run back out into the hallways. “Princess Y/N!!”, Kiera placed the glass of milk down on a table and frantically ran after her. “Who is he? Who is he? Who is he?”, it repeated in her mind as she made her way to the indoor balcony, overlooking the entrance of the palace. She leaned on the polished wooden railing and looked down at the doorway. As the maids quickly turned to walk away from the entrance, a man entered, shuffling sluggishly like he had either a few drinks, or he was tired. Or maybe both.

He was wearing a sweatshirt, his hands in his outerwear’s pocket. He was wearing sweatpants, sneakers, and his hair was dark brown and ruffled. Then at that split moment, he looked up, showing his face, as their eyes met. They were these beautiful dark brown orbs; his eyes were gorgeous. They were warm, they were welcoming, they were open—she saw through them. His nose was tall, his lips looked soft and pink, his skin looked flawless aside from the bags under his eyes and some dirt and dust on either of his cheeks. He looked… handsome.

Suddenly, all the different sounds surrounding them fell mute in their ears. They couldn’t hear a single footstep, not a single clock ticking, nor a door creaking; nothing. To them, it felt like all they could hear were each other’s heartbeats. Synchronized, fast, and thumping hard. One couldn’t explain what was happening, but they were certainly amazed. The corner of her lips started to curve into a light smile.

“So this… is the Rogue Prince?”

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[beyondlimits13]

"...I am invincible here, I can do whatever I want while you're here inside my realm." -Georgina Clyne Vera Bathory (Shida Mirai)

Read Chapter 10 of The Making of a Vampire Princess ❤️

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[xiaorhie]

A short fanfic about Yamada Ryosuke and Arioka Daiki

I tried to make it in english.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/246854606-death-god-with-sympathy

#hey say jump #yamada ryosuke #arioka daiki #ariyama #fanfic #fanfiction #hsj

[ashitawo]

Chapter 3 is now live!!

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[stormy1990]

Chapters: 1/8 Fandom: Sexy Zone, Hey! Say! JUMP Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Kikuchi Fuma/Nakajima Kento, Okamoto Keito/Yamada Ryosuke Characters: Kikuchi Fuma, Nakajima Kento, Okamoto Keito, Yamada Ryosuke, Nagase Ren, Matsushima Sou Series: Part 2 of Story Of The Underworld Summary:

A calm life away from the Underground was what Kento and Fuma hoped would await them. But living a calm life also meant to not interfere in other people’s problems and stay out of trouble. While it was normally Fuma who had to watch out to not get into trouble again, this time it was Kento who had to decide which path to take and how to handle the consequences.

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[fanfiction-wordsmith]

So, I wrote this in response to a new to Nonnie on my fanfiction blog and thought the information might be helpful for others, so wanted to post it here!

A sort of introductory guide to things that will help a new reader enjoy their journey through the vast world of fanfic without bumps and messes! Fairly long with my thoughts intertwined! Enjoy!

Pairing | Ship | Shipping | OTP

pairing–refers to the primary relationship in the story (some stories have more than one)

ship–the root of this term is ‘relationshp’, and implies a romantic relationship not platonic

otp–'one true pair’ (alternately, some fans have a NoTP), and it is a heartfelt love for a particular pairing in a fandom

ship/otp/pairing is UNIVERSALLY accepted to refer to a romantic/sexual relationship. It is RARELY used to depict characters as ‘just friends’, and to be honest, in most fandoms I have written for it’s frowned upon because it creates confusion in labeling. It’s best to presume any fic that has a 'ship’ name, 'otp’, or 'pairing’ listed that these things denote a romantic/sexual relationship between the two characters.  

These terms are generally listed as character a/character b, and there’s a whole lot of crazy nonsense about who is dominate and who is the top and who is the bottom and all of this stuff that has actually caused fanwars and such which is completely ridiculous and I’m not even going to get into here.

Examples:

pairing: Yamada Ryosuke/Chinen Yuri

ship: Yamada Ryosuke/ Chinen Yuri

otp: Yamada Ryosuke/Chinen Yuri

or simply Yamada Ryosuke/Chinen Yuri <–this is a relationship tag, not a character tag. A character tag will not have the / in between them. The / denotes they are in a relationship, whereas if they were not they would be listed as Yamada Ryosuke, Chinen Yuri

Personally, I don’t put that much thought into which character is listed first, so A/B denotes absolutely NOTHING about the characters in my story or their sexual preferences.

It is VERY COMMON among all fandoms to denote this as SHIP NAMES instead of A/B. So if character A is Sally and character B is Robert, the fandom will refer to them commonly as 'Salbert’ or 'Robly’ or any combination of the name.

In this case there will be no note such as pairing, ship, otp, relationship, etc.

On my post that spurned this entry, an anonymous reader had been taken by surprise when my two male characters were involved in a romantic/sexual relationship. In the tagging and intro to that story, the fact that I called it a 'Yamachii’ (the ship name of the two characters) story is in and of itself meant to tell the reader that it is about Yamada and Chinen in a romantic relationship. This is a very common practice.

If you are going to read a lot of different fandom fics you’ll want to be very sensitive to this as A LOT of fics involve m/m or f/f or m/p ships. If you see terms like those above from your fandom then you need to open the fic with the understanding there’s a 99% chance that the content of the story will be about a relationship that is romantic/sexual in nature.

I couldn’t be sure if my reader was bothered merely by the content being simply m/m being in a relationship or if it was more along the lines of the explicit sexual content that appeared later in the story.

This is where the commonly used rating system comes into play: 

(there’s been a movement to use a fanfic created rating system due to copyright issues from the whatever arrogant association thinks they can own the combination of letters below--it isn’t nearly universal enough for me to outline it here, as I find most writers are still using these ‘cease and desist’ provoking letters to signify their rating.)

Ratings:

G–non-offensive, suitable for all audiences

PG–some content may be included that isn’t geared for those who are younger or sensitive (like language for example) but these fics will not include, or if it is included it will be very MILD: overt language, sexual content, or violence

PG-13–content includes mild language and sexual content, depictions of violence

R–content includes adult themes–language, situational, sexual, violence, etc. but does not contain explicit depictions or words

NC-17–strongest rating, story will contain graphic or explicit sexual descriptions, language, and/or violence, must be 18 or older to read the story

and the additional term:

NSFW–'not safe for work’–stories that contain any element that is explicit in sexual nature that would make them sketchy to read while in a public setting where someone could potentially see (originally work, but now is understood to be coffee shops, libraries, etc.) Often stories will have a rating, as well as be labeled NSFW depending on the content and language expressed in the story

Since my story was labeled both NC-17 and NSFW the reader would know that there is explicit content, and in all probability in relationship based fics, it’s okay to go into it assuming it is sexual in nature. 

It may also be beneficial to know some stories label 'relationship types’, though keep in mind–not all authors will feel the need to denote these kinds of details depending on how accepted they are in the fandom. However, the most commonly used types are m/f (male/female), f/f (female/female), m/m (male/male), and mp/OT3 (multiple partners or 'one true’ 3–>or more!) If you see these denotations it is commonly accepted that you will understand that these are referencing a romantic/sexual relationship and not a platonic one. Some stories will be labeled ‘femslash’ or ‘femmeslash’ (f/f) or ‘slash’ (m/m) as an alternative.

Author’s Warnings:

Along the same vein, most authors will also use warnings:

BDSM (or any combination of those four letters because not all stories will contain all of the elements) = Bondage Domination Sadism Masochism: Any story with the presence of bondage, dominance/submission, humiliation, punishment, pain play. Ideally, any fic with these attributes will be clearly labeled only because it freaks out people who are not necessarily looking for this kind of setup.

bondage (part of BDSM but the most common aspect of that which is used most often on its own)= use of physical restraint to heighten sexual experience–not when one character is kidnapped and tied up or things like that–this is universally used to denote its use in a sexual context.

character death–I know that a lot of authors HATE to put this warning on their fic if there really is a death in it, but I find that any author worth their weight will soldier through this for the sake of their readers. There are a few kinds of stories that will be greatly impacted if the death is revealed–in that case most authors will put a lot of effort into ensuring that the reader understands where the story is going.

kink/squick–something within a story that the author has no issue with but is concerned that some readers may be completely freaked out by. This is often listed in context with sexual content, though it can be multiple types.<–subjective and your 'issue’ may not be listed by the author

triggers–this is where an author will point out any elements of their story that could potentially offend or bother their readers, or at worse actually trigger a flashback or panic attack in someone who has survived trauma. This is VERY subjective and even the most conscientious author can miss a label inadvertently because whatever the trigger is they never imagined it as one. Common trigger warnings include suicide, slavery, rape, torture, self-harm, abuse, death, incest etc.

note about triggers: because of the subjective nature of triggers it’s important that a reader not put all of the responsibility onto the author to protect them from content that will be problematic for them! If a reader realizes that the story is moving in a direction that will become a trigger for them, they are responsible for hitting the back button even if it’s not labeled with a trigger. Trigger warnings are a KINDNESS from authors, because they often compromise the delivery of certain elements of their story when they reveal them–which I’m not gonna lie, I sometimes struggle with. I always put them, but I understand why some authors do not. Let’s look at it this way, main-stream published works do NOT put 'warnings’ on their content for this reason AND the fact that they take ZERO responsibility for handling reader’s choice to read the book.

consent warnings–this includes

consensual (not actually denoted as a warning–simply here for reference) all parties are capable of making conscious decisions and are in agreement to the sexual contact

’dub-con’ (dubious consent–a kind of situation where the consent is questionable, can be true in the story for many different reasons including plot device (think of two people who must engage in activity against their will but agree because it will be mutually beneficial), because their judgement is impaired by drugs or alcohol, or even because they are not mentally capable of making a consensual decision.

Despite this having a kind of overlap with rape for the sake of clarity–it is almost always labeled as two different warnings.

non-con/rape–no consent, sexual content exists in the story that is unwanted and/or forced, does not always end in rape which is why the rape tag exists as an additional warning

I thought if you’re new to reading fanfic I would also put together a list for you of some common words, tags, and labels you will see!

Types

(basic insight into a story’s tone, a single story can be more than one type, please know this is not an exhaustive list!)

angst–basically a way to say the author is going to use the characters in the story to rip your heart out, stomp all over it, and attempt to destroy your spirit with fiction. Like the author wants to torture you with their words by destroying all the good and happy things in the universe. (sometimes angst stories will offer a bit of comfort before the end of the story, but if the amount of 'fixing’ is extreme this would be better labeled as hurt/comfort instead)

a/u–alternate universe: any plot, setting, or personality in the story that goes against the known canon for an established work.

Example: Harry Potter being a normal guy who runs a business selling magic supplies.

It is generally understood that this is pretty much ANY 'real person’ fic all the time, so most authors of that kind of fic do not mark it a/u unless it is something like the Idol/singer/actor/figure is no longer an Idol but a businessman or bartender, or works at a cafe, or something like that.

crack–a story that is so completely outrageous, unbelievable, and utterly insane that you couldn’t take it seriously if you wanted to. Generally, these are written to be fun, with no other motive, and should not be taken seriously–though, admittedly, I’ve read some crack fic that I find I could actually label a/u–so I don’t tend to speak in absolutes.

The authors of these fics are shameless (believe me I’ve written a few!) and meant to be addictive to their audience. (the 'crackfic’ idea is that the only way the author could have produced such a monstrosity is to be high on crack)

crossover–when a story has content of any sort from more than a single fandom. This would be like a story about Percy Jackson attending Hogwart’s.

dark–the fic contains elements that are morally sketchy or evil, often these kinds of stories have disturbing content (and shouldn’t be confused with 'angst’)

rpf/rps–real person fiction/slash, stories that feature a real life person, celebrity, historical figure, etc. This kind of fic is controversial, though I can admit I’m cloudy on why.

Right now on Broadway we have the smash hit 'Hamilton’ which is technically a (*gasp*) 'rpf’ and no one who is a fan of HISTORY is losing their crap over it. Just saying. I’m pretty put out by the way 'rpf’ is treated across multiple fandoms to be honest, and I think people should just click away if they don’t want to read it instead of being all butthurt over it.

fluff/fluffy–a story that does not contain angst, often comforting and uplifting to read. Really, generally, they are full of happy, joy-filled, blissfully sweet scenes that are meant to be read with a smile. (can be combined with other attributes to better define it: fluffyromance, fluffysmut, fluffydomestic, etc)

genderbend/swap–a character is changed from canon sex to another. Can be portrayed multiple ways, whether meant to be shocking if done through magic or something like that but often it is just where the author has taken the character’s gender that is canon and written it so that they have always been another gender.

hurt/comfort–so this one isn’t always labeled, but it is meant to denote a story that may contain angst and suffering, but that it will ALSO contain equal amounts of support, love, and comfort.

self-insert/reader-insert–relatively new to the fanfiction scene, and more popular in certain fandoms over others, these fics are written to allow the reader to imagine themselves in the story.

A lot of authors will refuse to add any details at all to the insert character, though I’ll admit, I often add details because it feels too flat without them–and to be honest, I am probably not doing it the commonly accepted way lol

smut/porn/lemon/lime–story contains graphic depiction of sexual contact

And finally, a few terms that will help you navigate the fanfiction world:

headcanon–an author’s personally applied thoughts and characterizations to the established canon. Often this is meant to denote that while the idea isn’t known within the canon–there is little to no reason why it couldn’t be true. There’s no such thing as a wrong headcanon–as they are specific to each fan within a fandom–so if someone is blasting about it being wrong you can tell them to simmer down, because it’s JUST a PERSONAL interpretation.

OC–original character created by the author that plays a primary role in the story

OOC–out of character, personality of a canon established character falls outside of the accepted norm. This has different levels of acceptance to be honest, and it varied widely from fandom to fandom.

one-shot–a single story that reads as a stand alone. Generally, but not always, they are not continued as a chaptered fic is, though they can be created within a collection that features the same world established in the first one-shot. These are not related to other stories by the author–if they are then they are generally considered 'outtakes’ instead.

canon–in agreement with original source, understood dynamics and facts of the content according to the original book, movie, show, manga, anime, etc.

prompt–a story idea that is given to help an author write a story

drabble–okay, so this is really open to debate right? Because even fanfic authors can’t figure out what the crap a drabble is most of the time. It was ORIGINALLY a story that is exactly 100 words in length.

Most author’s basically say 'screw that’ (I do, sorry, not sorry) and use the word to describe any small headcanon, musing, or tiny fic that isn’t big enough to be labeled a 'one-shot’.

There is another word that is sometimes used for works that go over 500 words which is ’ficlet’ but I honestly don’t see this used often, despite being acceptable.  

I find, personally, the difference in a 'one-shot’ and a 'drabble’ to be whether there is exposition and resolution to the content.

Whew, that was a lot of info and you read this far, then thank you! I’m sure I have overlooked some terms and ideas here, as no single list can be completely exhaustive of something as broad at fanfiction, so if you have any questions or concerns, please do not hesitate to let me know!

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[akairin7]

Yamada Ryosuke X OC Fan Fiction Chapter 1

Genre: Drama/Romance

Rating: G   Warning: -

Himeku still look at her laptop screen. She read the E-mail that she received before and she still can’t believe it. Her senior offered her a job as a choreographer for an idol group, named Hey! Say! JUMP. Actually she interested with that job, but it’s feel wrong for her because of the idol group.

She made a choreo for the idol group in Johnny’s before. But HSJ is different for her. It means that she will meet that person. She thinks a while, and then she decided to take the offer because the dance academy that she used to work as a teacher is under construction and she can’t go to work. And more, Himeku thinks that he’s already forget her.

***

“Himeku-chan!” Aiko calls her from distance. Aiko is Himeku’s senior, who offered her this job.

Himeku waved her hand and walks towards her senpai. “Why are you here senpai?” ask Himeku.

“Nothing. I just want to pick you up. Let’s go together. I know, you absolutely nervous about this first day meet such a famous idol group.” Answered Aiko.

“Just you know, I have been a choreographer for Johnny’s before.” Said Himeku.

“I know. Did you hate me, that you don’t wanna go together with me?”

Himeku laughed to see her senpai. “Ok then. But you have to buy me a cup of coffee.”

Thirty minutes have passed and they arrived at Johnny’s building. Himeku bites his lips to hide her nervousness. Her nervousness increased as the elevator take her to 3rd floor. Take her closer to that person.

“Hey, are you okay? This is not your first time doing a job with the idol, isn’t it?” asked Aiko.

Himeku forced a smile. “Gomen. I’m just nervous. Don’t mind me.” Said Himeku.

No one there as Himeku and Aiko entered the room. Aiko decided to repeat the choreo with Himeku. After that Yaotome Hikaru and Nakajima Yuto entered the room. Aiko has been their choreographer for a few time that’s why Yaotome and Nakajima noticed her and get friendly as soon. Aiko introduce Himeku as well as her new partner for this project. And then the other members also come one by one.

Himeku look at her shoes as she noticed that Chinen Yuri come. But it’s already late. Chinen also noticed her and he comes towards Himeku.

“You’re Himeku, aren’t you?” asked Chinen.

Himeku see Chinen slowly and then smiled awkwardly. “Hmm, long time no see Chinen-san.” Said Himeku. She doesn’t think that Chinen still remember her.

“Oh you’ve already known her, haven’t you?” asked Arioka. As always he is curious about everything.

Chinen nicked his head. “Yes. She is my friend from dance academy and she also attended the same Junior high school with me and Yamada.” said Chinen.

“Oh talking about him, where is Yamada? He is late.” Said Inoo.

Takaki look at his watch. “Yeah. He supposed to be here by now.” Said Takaki.

At that time, Yamada come with his messy hair. Looked he wakes up late.

“You’re late Chibi-kun!” teased Okamoto. For Okamoto, it’s a chance to teased Yamada because he used to teased by Yamada too.

Yamada pushed Okamoto away. “Shut up!” he said.

Finally all the members has gathered. Aiko introduced herself again and Himeku. After that they start to practice for their new single’s choreo.

After one hour passed, they decided to take some rest. Himeku goes to the rest room. As she came out from the rest room, she meet Yamada that just came out from the rest room too.

Yamada’s eyes stared at her eyes. Himeku throw her head aside. She won’t be able to look at Yamada. Maybe it is a wrong decision to take this job. She regrets it now after looking Yamada. As she will walk passed Yamada to back to the room, Yamada get in her way.

“You will run again? After missing for a long time?” asked Yamada.

Now Himeku close her eyes. “I… I don’t mean to run.” Said Himeku.

“And then what? Now you also try to run from me.” Said Yamada.

“Please! Let me go.” She begged him.

Suddenly Yamada get angry and he hits the wall behind Himeku. “Let you go? After what you have done to me at Junior high school? You almost killed me.” Yamada yelling at her.

Tears start falling from her closed eyes. Himeku is really afraid of Yamada. She also know that in the past she has done something bad to Yamada. Something really really bad.

Yamada feels a hand touch his shoulder. “Enough, Yamada. You don’t have to brought up that topic here.” Said Chinen.

At that time, Himeku running away from Yamada. she’s going back to the practice room.

“You, wait!” Yamada yells at her. As he try to chase her, Chinen stops him.

“Yamada, please! It’s already in the past.” Said Chinen.

Yamada scratch his head. “Why are you still protect her? You know it yourself that I almost killed by her. I really trust her at that time. What she has done is unforgivable. It’s better to trust what the other people said about her.” Said Yamada.

Chinen finally get angry to what Yamada said. He grabs Yamada’s collar with both hands. “You don’t know anything.” Said Chinen. “Today, as I see Himeku, I think it’s the best time for making up both of you again. But before I do, you have said something rude to her.”

“Oh, did you defending her now? If you didn’t come at that time, maybe I’m not exist by now.” Said Yamada.

Yamada still remember as his relationship with Himeku going well. It was their 100th day in a relationship and Himeku texted Yamada. She said that she’ll wait Yamada at school’s pool. Yamada went to the school as fast as he can. He saw Himeku with the sunset view at her back.

“I have a surprise for you. Would you like to look for it?” said Himeku.

“What kind of surprise? Can you give me a hint, where should I search for your surprise?” asked Yamada.

Himeku pointed at the water in the pool. “There! I’m sure you will be surprised.” Said Himeku.

“But, you know. I’m…”

“Please! Can you just doing it this time? I really worked hard for it.” Said Himeku before Yamada finished his sentences.

Yamada then smile. He believes in Himeku. “Wakatta.” He dive in to the pool. The pool wasn’t too deep. At first it was okay for Yamada. But slowly he became panic. Yamada can’t swim. He tried to call for help to Himeku. But what Himeku’s doing was run away. Yamada can’t believe that Himeku would run away without help him. Yamada panicked more. And then someone pull him up to the side of the pool. Chinen saved Yamada but at that time Yamada unconscious and Chinen decided to take Yamada to the hospital. After discharged from hospital, Yamada knew that Himeku no longer in Tokyo. It makes Yamada mad and he feel betrayed by her girlfriend.

“Baka!” said Chinen. “I defended neither Himeku nor you. I think, you should knew the truth now. Although Himeku has begged to me to keep it secret from you.”

“Truth about what?” asked Yamada.

“Look. Himeku didn’t know that you can’t swim at all.” Said Chinen.

Yamada surprised. “What? No, she know that I can’t swim.” Said Yamada.

Chinen shakes his head. “No, Yamada. Did you remember, when did you tell Himeku that you can’t swim?” asked Chinen. “You know, Himeku run into me while crying. She said, that I have to saved you no matter what. Himeku is the one who calls for a help to saved you.”

Yamada explored his memories. And then something makes his jaws falls. “You were right. I never told her before that I can’t swim.” Said Yamada. Then he looks at Chinen. “So, I’m the one who thinks Himeku would kill me.”

Chinen take his cellphone out and show a picture to Yamada. “This. This was the present that she bought for you. She take a part time job to bought that for you.”

Yamada saw a pair of football shoes that he wanted the most.

“She took a picture of this shoes to ask my opinion about that.” Said Chinen. “Talk to her Yama-chan. She has been holding it for the long time.”

Yamada run into the practice room. But he can’t find Himeku anywhere.

“Where is Himeku?” asked Yamada.

“She’s going home. She said she’s not feeling well. So I let her go home first.” Answered Aiko.

“Where does she live?” asked Yamada.

Aiko give Yamada the apartement address of Himeku. Without said anything, Yamada run away from practice room to meet Himeku.

“What’s wrong with him and Himeku?” asked Yabu to Chinen.

“We should hear it from Yamada. I can’t say anything about that.” Said Chinen.

***

Himeku still crying at her room. She let the room dark. Himeku started to regret her decision. She thought, she shouldn’t accept that job. After what happened today, she have to meet him again because of the job.

Himeku heard her bell ringing. She wipes her tears and then come to see who’s coming. As she opened the door, she saw Yamada with the sweats all over his body. She closed the door soon as she surprised by Yamada but Yamada hold the door.

Yamada come into the house and then hug her.

“What are… what are you doing Yamada?” asked Himeku.

“Gomen. All is my fault. Without thinking, I judged you wrong. I’m truly sorry.” Said Yamada.

“What do you mean?” asked Himeku.

Yamada let his hug and look into Himeku eyes. “I misjudged you. I thought you’re already know that I can’t swim. But I never told that thing to you. I’m sorry to blame you to what happened at the pool. And I saw your gift. Thank you.” Said Yamada.

Himeku crying again. This time she is the one who hugged Yamada. “I’m sorry too. I’m sorry that I made you feel terrible experience. I’m sorry.”

“No, Himeku. There’s no choice if you didn’t know. It’s not your fault.” Said Yamada. “Nee, Himeku. Would you like to start over again with me?” asked Yamada.

Himeku look into Yamada’s eyes. Then she smiles. “Yes, I would.”

***

Oh my God, this is my first time write a fanfiction about HSJ. Please don't judge me! hehe

I'll wait to your comment to make the story better. Thank you!!

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[girlbetweenryosuke]

“Blue Eyes Can Kill”: Chapter I

Note: Don’t mind the Japanese in the title board, idk if it’s right, im only learning Japanese ok HAHAHAHAH JUST SHHHHH. This is just a plot that i thought about last year and I was supposed to draw a manga for it, but that didn’t turn out well. So here it is. Also, this is an AU where Ryosuke’s still in HS and he gets into serious trouble

Teaser: “Hello?? Mom? Can you hear me?? It’s me, Ryosuke. Why weren’t you answering my calls?? Listen, Dad is dead. He was killed by this… I don’t know what the hell he is, just please, please stay safe. I won’t be coming home soon, but I guarantee you that I’ll keep in touch. Mom, I-I can’t t-take it anymore… I-it hurts… Just… if you see a mysterious man walk by, wearing a fedora, shades, and a grey coat, please, please, please…

Don’t look him in the eyes.”

Chapter I: “You’re One of Us Now.”

Ryosuke looked down as he walked. His shoes made tapping sounds each step he took. His leather shoes weren’t polished, dust was collecting on the top as it showed the blurriest reflection of the sky. His hand was in his pocket, the other carrying his school bag. His school uniform jacket was open as his white sleeveless top peeked through. He looked up, he was now crossing a bridge. He stopped in the middle of his tracks, leaning against the dirty stone railing.

He looked down on the river, seeing kids play by the riverside, a couple having a picnic, and a group of girls sitting and chatting. He breathed in, and out. It was a boring day for Ryosuke. He went to school, learned a little bit, sweat a little bit, and went home in what felt like 12 hours. A slow and eventless day—just like every other day. He wished something would change sometimes.

Huffing, he swung his bag over his shoulder, and turned to walk home. Turning to the left, then straight ahead, then to the right, then left, then left again, then straight ahead. It was a direction he knew like the back of his hand. It was repetitive, nothing special about it. He opened his house’s gate, hearing the ever so irritating high-pitched creak as he entered the garden and closed the gate.

“Ku!”, he smiled, crouching down as his little toy poodle jumped on his lap. He ruffled his fur, and then held the dog by its stomach and bottom. The door to his house was slightly opened, so he lightly kicked it, making enough room for him to enter. He took off his shoes and crouched, letting the dog go on the floor. “I’m home!!”, he declared, as he could hear his mother cooking in the kitchen. “Welcome home!”, his mother greeted. He breathed in, smelling the freshly cooked food his mother so lovingly prepared.

The food that his mother prepared was the only change he had in his every day life. Every day, there was a new dish on the table, new tastes for his taste buds to try, but more than that, more delicious food to fill his appetite. “What’s for dinner?”, he asked, grabbing the newspaper off the kitchen table. “Take a guess.”, his mother smiled as he sniffed the air. “Tonkatsu?”, he guessed, and she shook her head.

Just then, Chihiro, his sister, ran downstairs with a brown envelope. “Nope, it’s actually pork stew.”, she smirked, then slamming the envelope on the table right in front of him. He looked at it and then at his sister with a confused face. “Since you guessed wrong, you have to take this to dad’s police station.”, she evilly grinned, then turning to walk away, leaving Ryosuke to do the task. “Hey! Dad told you to bring it to him, didn’t he?!”, he shouted, Chihiro still climbing up the stairs, “Yeah, but it’s sunset, and it’s dangerous for a girl to go out at night!”, she said in a mocking tone.

Ryosuke rolled his eyes, grabbing the envelope from the table and turning to the door. “Ryosuke! Be back early! If possible, go home with your father, okay? He can’t stay at work too late.”, she reminded her son, and Ryosuke nodded as he slipped back into his shoes. “I’ll be going!”, he declared, “Have a safe trip!”, his mother replied.

Off to the street, his gaze went up to the sky, the sun was setting, casting an orange tone on the sky. He walked, looking at the familiar houses in the neighborhood. He bit his lip, wanting to own his own house, wanting to buy a house for his parents as well. Ryosuke was only 17, merely a high school student. He had big dreams, big ambitions, he was going to college after high school, and then graduate; he wanted to become a teacher. He had his life planned ahead, and he wanted to continue to live up to it.

He reached the bridge he was on awhile ago. As he walked, he noticed a group of people running away from the direction he was heading to. “That’s odd.”, he said to himself. Nevertheless, he maintained to walk, putting a brave front up despite an eerie vibe he was feeling. Something was wrong, no doubt. Why are all these people running away?

As he was nearing the station, he could hear police sirens, ambulances, and multiple footsteps. “PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR PLEASE, SIR.”, a megaphone blasted, as Ryosuke’s eyes widened. It was his dad speaking. “IF YOU SURRENDER NOW, WE WILL DO NO HARM.”, he continued. Ryosuke turned to the corner, seeing multiple police cars, an ambulance, and a barricade of policemen in the scene. “Who are they arresting?”, he thought. Then, he felt something even more unusual. Why aren’t there any bystanders? Why is he the only one watching?

Then, he noticed a man in the middle of the scene, being completely surrounded by guns. He had shades on, a fedora hat, and a bloody gray coat. He was eerily smirking, slowly turning his head to show his mischievous smirk to everyone. His hands in his pocket, he took one out, raising it, taking off his sunglasses. He looked down as everybody prepared to shoot.

“SIR, PLEASE PUT YOUR HANDS UP. SURRENDER NOW.”, his father said. Ryosuke peeked his head out, only letting one eye see what was happening. The tension in the air was thick as suspense filled Ryosuke. He was worried, scared of what could happen, and yet somewhat interested as well. The sky was turning into a deep red-orange. Darker, and darker, it felt as if the world was eating up his only light. As the sun set, Ryosuke felt like he fell deeper and deeper into danger.

… And he did.

The man looked up, a bright blue ray of light shot from his eyes as he looked at everybody in the theirs. Each man his gaze has passed at fell to the ground, shouting, whimpering, screaming in agonizing pain; a spray of blood followed. “DAD GET OUT OF THERE!”, Ryosuke shouted, calling the attention of the man. At that split moment, he caught the man’s gaze, seeing a bright blue light flashing before his one eye, the other, being covered by the wall he was hiding behind.

He felt it burn.

“Ryosuke!!”, his father exclaimed, and then suddenly catching the gaze of the man, falling to the ground as he tried to run to his son.

He felt it sting.

Ryosuke fell back onto the ground, feeling a stinging sensation on his right eye, the one that had looked at the man. He was breathing heavily, eyes wide as half of his vision turned red. Hands shaking, he touched his right eye; it was wet. He brought it up to look at it—it was red. He felt blood drip down half of his face as he screamed in terror and pain.

He screamed, but no one heard him. Everyone was dying. Some were grasping onto the road, trying to get help, others, breathing heavily as they tried to hang on for dear life, and others—dead. He spotted his father, eyes bleeding with large burn patches were on his exposed skin. “Dad!!”, he cried, crawling to his father. He took a quick look to find the man who had done this, but he was long gone.

“Ryosuke…”, his father coughed, reaching out to nothingness, unable to see anything. Ryosuke cradled his father’s torso on his lap, crying. “I-I can’t see anything…”, his father’s voice was coarse. “Dad…”, was all he could say. His father chuckled, raising his hand to try to guess where Ryosuke’s face was. When he did, he swiped his tears away, “Don’t cry, son.”. Despite what he said, a tear fell from his bloody eyes, mixing with the red liquid.

“What’s for dinner?”, he asked, letting his arm slowly fall back down, showing a sign of weakness. Ryosuke sniffled, chuckling as a tear fell, “Pork stew.”. “Ahh, my favorite.”, he said, his head now facing up to the sky, his smile about to fade away. “Dad, please stay with me. Mom said we have to come home together.”, he cried. His father didn’t reply. “Dad! Dad! Please!”, he cried, shaking his father as his father gave his last chuckle,

“Home… Yes… We’ll go home…”

The young boy cried, cradling his father. “D-dad…”. “I promise I’ll go stag beetle hunting with you…”, he lightly chuckled, biting his lip and sniffling, “Just please don’t leave us, dad.”. The sky turned from the bloody orange, down to its darkest purples. His father was dead.

Then, Ryosuke’s ear started to ring. It was like the creak in his gate; a high-pitched sound he hated so much was now continuously ringing in his ear. He slowly laid his father down on the ground, pressing his palms in his ears and squinting. More blood dripped down his cheek as he squinted; a weird feeling of warm and thick liquid made him cringe.

The noise wouldn’t stop. He grunted, feeling immense pain on his face and in his head now. Suddenly, he started to hear whispers. At first, it was soft, incoherent and overpowered by the ringing. Then later, it was louder, it was as if a person was whispering it directly to his brain. He tried to understand what it was saying.

“Yuuga road… Block 4… Tama’s Izakaya… Behind… Down…”

Ryosuke furrowed his eyebrows, trying to understand what it meant. The voice sounded like it was from an adult. An old groggy yet commanding voice. Yuuga road? Why would he go there? That road was sketchy, with multiple bars on each street, and a few run-down love hotels. “Go there… Go there… Go there…”, it repeated, over and over again. “Why would I…”, he said, and then regretting it as the ringing was louder, causing him to grunt in pain, pressing his ears harder.

He looked up, hearing ambulance sirens arrive, he gasped, feeling a drop of hope. “Go… Go… Go. Go. Go. Go.”, the voice in his ear started to push him, he couldn’t take it. “What the fuck is going on?!”, he cursed to himself. As the headlights of the ambulances started to appear, the ringing in his ear became unbearable. He surrendered, standing up and running away from the scene. He pressed on his ears, hoping the ringing would stop. “Please, please, please stop.”.

He stopped to turn back and take a look at his father as medics were crowding over them. He bit his lip, saying his silent goodbye to his father, feeling depressed and hopeless. “Yuuga road.”, he remembered. He then turned to continue walking, determined to find out what was happening.

The neighborhood was eerily quiet, not a single person passed by. As he limped to the address, pressing on his ears as the noise faded away, he felt himself break inside. Around an hour ago, he was fine. He was bored, even. He was expecting that nothing was to happen, even though he wanted something to shake up his day. But now, he regretted thinking that. He thought it was selfish of him. He soon grew to hate himself, crying as he slowly removed his hands from his ears.

He wept, falling down to his knees in the middle of the road. His hands on his face, feeling the dried blood and the wet tears on his palms. If only he had wished that everything stayed the same. If only he… If only he. He didn’t know what he could have done to turn things around. Maybe if his father changed his job, maybe if he didn’t bring in the bad vibes… Maybe if that blue-eyed bastard didn’t live.

He looked up, finding a green telephone booth. He sniffled, standing up and limping, trying to get to the booth. He held onto the frame, fishing a coin out of his pocket and slipping it into the coin slot. He dialed up his home’s number. As it dialed, he caught a glimpse of what he looked like on the booth’s glass. His right eye was bloody, a large blood clot blocked the whites of his eye. His hair was disheveled with sweat. His white sleeveless was covered in blood. He looked like the mess he was inside.

The phone did not pick up. He fished for a coin again, dialing again and it did not pick up. Lord knows he had prayed to the God he didn’t believe in, hoping that his mother and his two sisters were still alive. He bit his lip, crying, just at the thought that he had no family anymore. He couldn’t believe so. He fished out for another coin, the last coin. He pursed his lips, slipping it into the slot and dialing again. “Please pick up, please pick up, please pick up.”, he silently pleaded.

“Hello?”, his mother answered, sending relief down Ryosuke’s body.

Just then, the ringing in his ears began again, louder and louder each second that he was off his tracks. He grunted in pain, causing his mother to worry, “Hello? Who is this?”. He couldn’t hear what his mother was saying anymore. He just had to relay the message, to keep them safe.

“Hello?? Mom? Can you hear me?? It’s me, Ryosuke. Why weren’t you answering my calls?? Listen, Dad is dead. He was killed by this… I don’t know what the hell he is, just please, please stay safe. I won’t be coming home soon, but I guarantee you that I’ll keep in touch. Mom, I-I can’t t-take it anymore… I-it hurts… Just… if you see a mysterious man walk by, wearing a fedora, shades, and a grey coat, please, please, please…

Don’t look him in the eyes.”

On that note, he fell to his knees in tears and agony, the phone was left hanging by its chord. He grunted in pain, gargling his voice down as his hands clawed on his head. “Please make it stop… Please make it stop…”, he cried. “Ryosuke?? Son! Are you okay—oh my goodness, what is happening.”, his mother cried through the phone.

“Leave… Leave… Leave… Leave…”, the voice in his head repeated. He looked forward, slowly standing up. Putting one foot in front, then the other, trying to walk amidst all that was going on in his head. Suddenly, he felt light sprinkles of water fall on his skin. Soon, they were heavy drops of rain. The rain made it hard for him to see clearly, squinting his eyes as his vision blurred from time to time. He cried to himself. He was a 17-year-old—merely a kid. He didn’t know why he deserved this. He didn’t know who thought that he deserved this.

Soon, the red lights of the sketchy neighborhood appeared. People were now walking through the streets, prostitutes, possible criminals, drugged people, everyone who was on the blacklist of the police. And he knew that because his father is one… or was one. He slowly walked through the streets, these people not giving a single damn about this young man bleeding and limp.

He found the crooked street-sign, “Yuuga St.”, it read. The street was rather narrow compared to the others. He stepped through puddles, a few speedbumps and walked past sketchy people. He looked up, finding the red neon sign that sent half-assed relief down his body. “Tama’s Izakaya”, it read. He looked to its side, finding a narrow alley leading to the back of the building. He slowly limped towards the dark alley. It was infested with roaches, rats, and flies. It was disgusting.

He reached the back of the building, and he was met with another alley. To his left, the back of the bar, and to his right, a run-down love hotel. It was obviously not a star hotel considering you could hear faint moans and grunts from the inside. He walked through the fog, wondering what “Down” meant.

He stepped on puddles as he looked down, and under the fog was a hatch. He blinked, heavily breathing, feeling anxious and scared of what was down there. “Down… Down… Down…”, the voice in his head repeated. He gulped, crouching and reaching for the wet and rusty handle of the hatch. He raised it, water pouring from the door of the hatch as it revealed a ladder going down. It had moss growing on each side, and rust infesting the metal bars of the ladder.

He stepped down on each bar, holding onto another as he went down the ladder, letting his whole-body pass through before he closed the hatch from the inside. Once it was closed, everything was dark. He could easily take a wrong step and slip to his death. He gulped, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, mixing with the rain water.

Ryosuke found a spot of light from below, and as he neared it, he found out that it was a little window on a metal door leading to a room. Once he felt that there were no more metal bars to step on, he let his feet land on the floor. He turned around, finding the door right in front of him. He peeked through the window, it was dusty, only showing a blurry image of what was behind it.

Looking below to find the door handle, he hesitated to open it, only to be pushed by the ringing in his head; it was like this ringing was controlling him to do all these acts. His hands were shaking as he turned the knob, opening the door slightly, suddenly hearing someone humming. He recognized the song they were humming, “Live to Die Another Day” by MIYAVI. He found that sense of relief, maybe it was just a normal person for him to encounter. Maybe the first normal person he encountered all night.

He opened the door more, letting his body slip through. He examined the room; the floor and walls were concrete, much like in a sewage, but it was a lot cleaner, and the walls were painted red. Lightbulbs hanging from the ceiling were the only ones providing light. There were some weights and gym equipment in the corner of the room, and right in the middle of the room was a giant television screen, with a red leather couch in front of it. “What is this place?”, he thought to himself.

There were sounds of showering rain to his right, hearing the humming along with it. He looked to his right, as his eyes widened. There, he found a woman, naked, taking a shower as her back faced him. “Loving is easy…”, she sang, not particularly well, but she sang. “Loving is easy”, she sang as Ryosuke neared, finding a big scar on her back. They were slashes, tiger stripes, most likely caused by whips. “Loving is easy.”, she sang. Ryosuke gasped as she began to turn around, “Leaving’s the hard pa—”.

At that split moment, her eyes widened, full of shock, and soon, full of rage. Ryosuke, full of regret, wanting to turn back time, wanting to never have come here, wanting to never have lived, even. She screamed, shielding her body away as she threw a towel at him, him, using it to shield his eyes. “Who the fuck are you?!”, she shrieked. “I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry!!”, he repeatedly bowed, not knowing what to say. “Why are you here??!!”, she shouted as she threw on a robe. “I-I don’t k-know…”, he began to cry.

As soon as she tied the robe around her waist, she grabbed him by his shirt, letting the towel drop from his eyes. He felt so much strength, just through that one grab, it was like she could rip his shirt with no effort. She looked him in the eye, finding that one, one was bleeding, and two, she knew who he was. He looked terrified, unable to focus, and was on the brink of hyperventilating. Tears were spilling everywhere as he whimpered, looking into her eyes. Only one of her eyes were bright blue. It was glowing, even. It reminded him of the man whom he has met only a while ago. And after all that, he recognized her.

“Ryosuke?”

“Y/N?”

They blinked as her blue eye started to fade. “W-what are you doing here?”, she slowly let go of his shirt, letting his support himself with his arms behind him. “I-I don’t know…”, he shook his head, crying. Y/N is Ryosuke’s batchmate. They’ve never been classmates throughout their three years in the same high school, but they did know each other. Ryosuke was known in school for being attractive, for having tons of girls crushing on him. Y/N, on the other hand, was popular for being a laid-back senior. She had no care whatsoever about any event, nor did she show any emotion. It was a shock for Ryosuke to see her so angry, furthermore, shocking to see one of her eye glow blue.

“Amari!!” she started to call out to nothingness as she circled the room. She looked up, “Amari, what the fuck is happening?!”, she cursed. There was no response, and at this point, Ryosuke was 100% sure his schoolmate was a lunatic. She kept calling out Amari, with nothing appearing, though she was determined, and sure, that someone was going to respond.

Suddenly, the TV screen turned on, showing a static screen. They both turned their heads, Y/N quickly faced the TV as Ryosuke sat up. “Ah, I see you’ve met your new partner.”, a voice of a man spoke. “Partner?”, she looked at Ryosuke, then back to the screen. “What do you mean partner?”. “Y/N, my dear—”, “Don’t call me ‘my dear’.”, she interrupted the voice as it chuckled.

“Alright, Y/N. Do you remember how you got that blue eye?”, it asked, Y/N breathed in, slowly nodding, “Well, he got it too.”. Ryosuke blinked. Blue eye?  He got a blue eye? Was this some kind of disease, or something? “You mean he…”, she paused in realization. “Yes, he survived.”, it finished her sentence.

She looked back at him, walking towards him and lending a hand for him to stand up. He hesitated to grab it but took it anyway. She helped him up, and he dusted himself off. “Poor thing.”, she commented with eyes of pity for him. Why did she pity him? “So, he’s going to be like me from now on?”, she asked, “Yes.”, it answered, you could hear the grin in its voice. She faced him, eyes of pity as she placed a hand on his shoulder,

“Unfortunately, you’re one of us now.”

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[beyondlimits13]

The Making of a Vampire Princess chapter 7 update!!! ❤️❤️❤️

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[xiaorhie]

Sebuah novel fanfic Hey!Say!JUMP tentang Daiki dan Ryosuke sebagai anak kembar.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/241092499-pitiable-twins

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[ashitawo]

Stuck to my own deadline like a champ!! Chapter two of Red is now live!

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[iwahashi-reina]

[Fanfiction] Conflict #14 - #16

[Fanfiction] Conflict #14 – #16

Title                                : Conflict

Author                             : 岩松玲奈　＾＾ｖ

Genre                              : Romance, Family, Angst

Rated                               : NC-16

Part                                  : 14 – 16 / …

Language                         : Indonesian

Cast                                :

Matsuda Family :

Yamada Ryosuke [HEY SAY JUMP] as Matsuda Ryosuke…

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[girlbetweenryosuke]

“The Talk.”

[disclaimer: i don’t have a clue on what actually is said during “the talk” with your parents but this is how i imagine it would be but ofc it’s not the same for all but here u go. here’s Y/N as a mom, and ryosuke as a dad, giving yo bb gurl, “the talk.”]

"Ryosuke!", you frantically called him, running through the halls. "What?", he shouts from a room which you then ran to. You opened the door, gasping for air as he turned his office chair around to face you. "What's happening?", he said with concern. You then walked up to him, a hand then placed on his shoulder as he blinked.

"I think our daughter has a boyfriend."

He then stood up with wide eyes, in complete shock. "A-A b-boyfriend-d?!?!?!", he stammered, and you nodded. "How did you know?!", he asked, "There's this boy that waves at Tsubasa's window every time he passes by!", you said. He sighed, slumping back to his chair, and thought for a while, "Maybe he's just a friend.".

"Even if he bought her a candy for Christmas?", you added, and he chuckled, "Friends do that all the time!". "And a teddy bear?", you added, "C-close friends…", he looked away. "And roses?", you added, and he gulped.

"Oh my god, she has a boyfriend.", he sat back.

"We need to do something!", he added, "Okay, but we don't need to overdo things.", you said. "Our only child is having her first relationship, so we can't fuck things up!", you said, and he nodded. "So, what do we do?", he asked, and you frantically paced around the room, thinking of how to confront this.

You couldn’t just barge into her room saying, “Hey Tsubasa, don’t have sex yet!”, or say “Tsubasa, I know you have a boyfriend, and you are very young, so I’m giving you a condom as a Christmas present.”. You didn’t want to be a weird parent. Besides, you thought that maybe she knew all those things already considering the fact that she’s already 15. But still, you wanted to make sure she was making the right decisions.

Suddenly, he started to laugh to himself as he looked at you, "What's wrong?", you asked. "We're acting so childish again.", he giggled, beginning to stand up and walk towards you. "What do you mean?", you asked, as he wrapped his arms around your waist and lean in closer. "Well, if you look at it, we're panicking on what to say as if we're confronting a long-time crush when we're already 40-years-old.", he laughed, leaning his forehead onto yours.

You couldn't help but smile again because of what he said. You realize that you just spent almost half of your life with this guy and now you're worried about what to do with the product of spending time with him. "Maybe we should just not panic, you know.", you suggested as his eyes were lost in yours. “Maybe we should give her the talk…”, he suggested, as he kissed the tip of your nose as you giggled.

"Maybe we should…", you said under your breath.

And with that, the two of you made your way to her room. You hesitated to knock, but one look at Ryosuke's encouraging face, and you felt that little push to do so. "Tsubasa?", you called for her. "Yep!", her sweet angelic voice replied. "Can we come in for a while?", you asked.  

"We? Dad's there too?", she said, "Hi…", Ryosuke awkwardly said. "Alright.", she said, and it was time to confront what issue you were dreading the most.  

"Hi sweetie.", you smiled as you peeked through the door. She smiled in reply as the two of you entered her room, closing the door behind you. She was lying down on her bed, duvet covering most of her body, and earphones on as she was using her phone.  

"We need to talk.", Ryosuke gently said as the two of you sat on her bed, on either side of her. "What's up?", her eyes diverted back and forth from her phone and to us. You felt that drop in your stomach as you felt anxiousness flood into you. You hadn't prepared on what to say, let alone when to say it, but you knew it was time to talk about the subject. Ryosuke noticed the anxiety in your facial expression, and he laid his hand on top of yours as a sign of encouragement.  

"It's about…", you hung off your words, unable to get straight to the point. "R-Relationships.", you said, mentally slapping yourself for not saying "Sex.".  

"What about relationships?", she started to sit up and remove her earphones. "You know…", Ryosuke said, "Relationships…". "Why are you guys acting so funny?", she chuckled. "It's because…", you tilted your head to the side while looking down, "It's about love, you know.".  

"And why are we talking about this all of a sudden?", she added. "Well, Tsu, in some young relationships, there will always be acts of recklessness.", Ryosuke said, "And we just wanted to talk about how we can prevent that from happening.". She then narrowed her eyes, clueless about the situation.

You took this time to take in her features. She had your eyes, your skin, she had your face shape, and then she had Ryosuke's nose, his lips, his hair color, and you know, sadly, his height—but don't tell him you thought about that. You were proud of what the two of you have created—if that wasn't weird to say. She was intelligent, she was wise, she was beautiful, she was witty, she wasn't perfect, but even if so, where would she have gotten that trait? She was everything you thought about as you were waiting for those pregnancy tests all those years ago with him, and more.  

"Recklessness?", she asked, "Yes.", he replied. "What do you mean?", she asked, and he gulped. "Like, for example, a boy meets a girl, you know, and then they fall in love, you know, and they do things they regret… y-you k-know…", he gulped. "Oh…", she looks down.  

"Like skip school?", she said. HOW DID SHE NOT GET THAT?! "Y-Yes, like that, sweetie.", you smiled. "Well, just know that I'll never do that.", she smiled and Ryosuke and you nodded. "You better not.", he joked and the two of you laughed.  

"Have you guys ever done reckless?", she asked. Oh shit. The two of you gulped and looked at each other you. The conversation your eye contact made went a little like, "What do we say?", "I don't know!", "Do we connect it to sex already or??", "I don't know!!".

"Mom, Dad?", she called for your attention again. "Well…", he said, tilting his head, "Not that we regret it.". "B-But when we g-got married, we h-had s-se-",

"When we were still dating," you interrupted him, and then eyeing him that you really couldn't jump to the topic yet. "There was a full month where we couldn't see each other at all.", you said, and she nodded.  

"We missed each other so much but texts, and calls, and video calls wouldn't do the trick. So, one night, we just couldn't take it anymore.", you said, as she leaned in, becoming interested in the topic. "He had a variety show shooting then, and I was shooting for a drama.", you said.  

"Basically, he texted me that he missed me too much, and I said I missed him too much too. And somehow, we ended up escaping work that night, with our managers chasing us, and then not being able to reach us.", you said, as Ryosuke laughed at that memory. "I still can't believe I still had a job after that!", he said.  

"Where did you guys go?", she smiled, completely isolated in the story. "Well, it was supposed to be a 2-hour drive to the beach, but since it was night, it was only an hour. We stayed on the shore, drinking beer we bought from a store and talked for long hours, catching up on each other until sunrise.", you said, as she giggled, imagining the scene.  

“You guys must really love each other to do that.", she smiled, and Ryosuke's hand squeezed yours and smiled. The sight of your hands intertwined, with your rings on your fingers, and right in front of it was the fruit of your love, was heartwarming to see. You felt delighted, it’s like all anxiety from before was quickly brushed away.

“But I think the most reckless thing we could have done—but didn’t do…”, you hung off your words, “Was have sex before marriage.”. Ah, “sex”, such a taboo word between the parents and their child. Her eyes widened with a gulp. “I’m assuming you know what that is.”, you scratched your nape, and she hesitantly nodded. “We actually came here to you know, talk about that.”, Ryosuke added.

“We just thought that, we could remind you that in any situation you are in with a person that you like, sex is not the best place to resort to when proving your love.”, he said, looking down, not being able to say it straight to her face. “So, from now on, Tsubasa, since you’re turning 16—oh my god, Ryosuke we’re old—we’re giving you this.”, you then reached for something in your pocket, and pulled out a condom packet.

“Now, just because we gave you one, doesn’t mean you can do it, alright?”, you laughed, and she nodded. “I want you to be responsible with this. If possible, I want to see this same condom unused, still in mint-condition, by the time you get married.”, you handed it to her. She looked it, tongue in cheek, “I-I…”, she had no words to say.

“But whatever you do, just know that we support you.”, Ryosuke smiled, and then took her hand out of her duvet. “Take it. It’s the only one we’re giving you.”, he smiled, which made her smile too. “I’ll promise I won’t use it until it’s the right moment.”, she smiled, and then slowly took it out of my palm and back under the covers.

“Tsubasa…”, you said, and she briefly replied with a hum. You breathed in, gathering up your courage, and then decided to confront the issue. “Do you have a boyfriend?”, you asked her, your eyes lifting up to look at her bewildered face. “N-no…”, she gulped with wide eyes. “Are you lying to us?”, you gently asked, and her eyes drooped down.

“It’s okay, Tsu, you can tell us.”, Ryosuke’s soft voice supported her, and she finally looked up to us, “I-I think I have a b-boyfriend…”. “What do you mean ‘you think’?”, you chuckled, reaching out to rub her shoulders. “Well, I like him, and he likes me, and we go out every now and then, but we never really gave it a label…”, she said.

You giggled at her reply and you could really see her blushing as she brought her duvet covers up to her face. “Aww, little Tsubasa’s grown up now, Yacchi.”, you nudged Ryosuke with your elbow. “Yacchi?”, she asked. “It’s a nickname I only use when we’re alone.”, you smiled, then hugging his arm, and then leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Is my soon to be son-in-law nice?”, he suddenly said, and Tsubasa burst out laughing. “Dad! He’s only my first boyfriend! He might not even be the one!”, she laughed and playfully kicked him. “But do you feel like he’s the one?”, he raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms in front of him as she grew silent, holding in her giggles.

“Yes…”, she smiled to herself.

The three of you then began to smile and giggle. The moment very heartwarming, and surely something to remember as you and Ryosuke grew older. It slipped a bookmark in the story of your life, where the fruit of your love for Ryosuke, finally found love for herself.

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[girlbetweenryosuke]

“So Soon.”

Note: I don’t want to spoil but this is a sad fanfic :< To give a clue, think “Goodbye. I love you.” :>> This song was inspired by “So Soon” by Marianas Trench and I highly recommend you listen to it while reading :> I’m just going to give a teaser here but the rest is over at “read more” :>> enjoy my babes

[”So Soon” by Marianas Trench]

Teaser:

“What are we gaining from this conversation?”, you bitterly chuckled, your breath shaking. “I just want our feelings to be clear, Y/N.”, I said, tears falling from my eyes. “What feelings?”, you bitterly laughed as your eyes shifted to me, “I let you go after a month of crying and you’re back asking me if I still had feelings?”.

My eyes focused on the café’s window, blankly staring at the raindrops on it. I watched it run down one by one, having another one drop on the window before it. I sighed, my breath showing up in front of me in the rather cold evening. The door chime rang as it opened, and I reluctantly turned my head to look. You entered, eyes down to the ground with your hands in your pocket.

I stood up to greet but you raised a hand, signaling me to stop and just sit down. You sat down with your arms and legs crossed, biting your lip, not lifting your eyes up to look at me the way I was looking at you. “Do you want to order anything?”, I asked, and you shook your head no. “Alright.”, I reluctantly smiled. The silence between us was nerve-wracking. I didn’t know what was coming; I was afraid to speak and stop you from saying your first word. “Why did you ask me to come here?”, you asked under your breath.

“I missed you.”

I didn’t need to think twice on why I did—I just missed you. Tears would well up in my eyes whenever I would think of you. I missed you, not just the feeling of being with you. We’ve blocked each other on all social media networks, not a single contact was left in my phone nor in my house, only the pictures of us on the floor that I threw on that day.

You didn’t utter another word after that, just a deep inhale, and a sigh with a nod was my reply. I observed your body language, only noticing how your feet were pointed to me, how your body makes it look like you were interested in talking to me, but your mouth was against it.

“I-I just wanted to see how have you been…”, I tried to break the silence, and your eyes shifted from the table in front of us, to the window beside us. “So…”, I looked down, “How have you been?”, I looked up again, pursing my lips. Your face would refuse to turn to me, and I had my tongue in my cheek, looking down as I started to get irritated at your silence.

“I’m fine.”, you suddenly said, still not shifting your eyes to me. I felt relieved inside that you were still able to utter a single work to me. “Really?”, I said, and you nodded. “That’s great.”, I cheerfully said with a smile. My smile started to die down as I haven’t gotten a reaction from you.

“Are you mad at me?”, I looked down. “I mean, still mad at me…”, I clarified. The silence between us was back and I pinched my hand’s skin, frustrated at the lack of conversation between us. I wanted to talk to you, I needed to talk to you. “Ow.”, I said under my breath, realizing that my nail had dug too deep for my comfort.

Then, your eyes suddenly shifted to me, then drooping down to where my hand was under the table. “How could I not be mad?”, you blatantly said, and I slowly nodded. Right, how could you not be mad. “I’m sorry.”, I said, my voice tainted with guilt. Then, the silence was back. You didn’t lift your eyes up again, and I didn’t expect you to forgive me right there and then.

“I’m sorry, Y/N…”, I repeated, tears starting to well up in my eyes. “I’m sorry.”, I repeated as a tear dripped down my face and onto my hand as I looked down. “Alright.”, you suddenly said as my eyes shot back up to you. “Forget about it.”, you said, avoiding my eyes. “No, I can’t. I hurt you. I can’t forget about that.”, I said.

“You said that as if you didn’t know yourself.”

Your eyes shifted back up to me, this time, it was more than a second of pure pity for me, your eyes were starting to burn through me. “You can forget about me like how you forgot about all your promises.”, you blatantly said, not a hint of hesitation in your voice. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry that I forgot that we had all those plans that day-”, “But it wasn’t just that day.”, you cut me off. “If you counted all the days you forgot to text me a simple greeting, it would form a week. Add that to all the days you forgot that we had plans, it would form a month. Add that to all the days you forgot to talk to me in events we were in, it would form a half-year. Add that to all the days you forgot to say you loved me, it would form a full year.”, words started to spill out of your mouth like spits of fire to my soul.

But I couldn’t blame you because I was the one who started that fire anyway. “I know, I’m sorry.”, I said. Silence was eager to come when I wanted to break it. I needed to make it clear to you that I was sorry, that I regretted everything I did. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”, I repeated, leaning forward, my hands on the table.

“I didn’t want to break up.”, I said, I made my voice clear. I didn’t want you to mishear that. “I didn’t want to let you go. I still love you.”, I tried to convince you that I was wholeheartedly saying this, but your eyes looked down as tears started to well up. You slowly shook your head no, biting your lips, and then sniffing and tilted your head up, stopping your tears from falling.

“What are we gaining from this conversation?”, you bitterly chuckled, your breath shaking. “I just want our feelings to be clear, Y/N.”, I said, tears falling from my eyes. “What feelings?”, you bitterly laughed as your eyes shifted to me, “I let you go after a month of crying and you’re back asking me if I still had feelings?”.

“No… I don’t.”, you said, tears started to run down your cheeks. “Unless you’ve changed, I really don’t think my feelings would ever come back.”, you bit your lip as you looked back down. “Y/N, I have changed!”, I said as if it was like a reflex for me. Like pride found the vulnerable part of me and had blurted out a lie to defend my helpless self.

“Or maybe you just like how that sounds.”

I looked down as I realized that you weren’t wrong. I was only lying to myself. I was just desperate to have you back. This time, I was the one who started the silence. I didn’t know what to say after that. I felt fragile and that every word I would say would be taken up against me—and it would still be acceptable, because I’m the one who hurt you after all.

“When I first dated you, I had hoped that you wouldn’t forget all the little things that came with being together. I wished that you wouldn’t forget to plan a date, that you wouldn’t forget to kiss me hello and goodbye, that you wouldn’t forget to say, ‘I love you’, and that you wouldn’t forget that it would be our 2nd year anniversary.”, you cried. “And you know what?”, you added as I looked up again.

“I’m so glad I found someone like that already.”

Your words stung into my heart—no, my whole body. It kept resounding through my brain. I felt it enter my blood and run through my veins. I felt my breath hitch the moment I heard that, and my tears starting to spill out as I looked down with my eyes wide open. I felt what seemed like the highest form of pain on this planet when I found out,

That you were happier with somebody else.

“Really?”, I bitterly chuckled, and then biting my lips. “That’s g-great.”, my voice was unsteady, trying to stop tears from flowing out. “Ryosuke, don’t do this to me.”, you sighed, “W-what do you mean? I’m f-fine!”, I choked out a laugh as your face showed that you were concerned. “Ryosuke, I’m-”, “I’m…”, I interrupted you. I wanted to say it, I needed to say it. My mouth was open, ready to utter the words, but my body couldn’t and wouldn’t produce the sound. I breathed in, and out, your eyes heavy on me.

“I’m happy for you.”

I somehow managed to choke the lie out. “I know you’re not, Ryosuke.”, you said, and I bitterly smiled. “You’re right, I’m not.”, I laughed, leaning forward, my arms crossed on my stomach. “But what right do I have to not let you go?”, I said. With that, you started to cry again and smile, “Right.”. My face softened at the sight of your smile again. That was all I needed to see again after all. That you could still smile after me breaking you. “This is as good as it’s going to get…”, I said, smiling down. “I just can’t keep you for myself.”, I said, a tear falling from my eyes.

Just then, the door chime rang, and it opened to reveal a man around our age. “Y/N…”, he said, shocked to see you crying. He pulled out a folded piece of tissue from his pocket and proceeded to wipe your face with it. I watched the two of you with a bitter smile and wet eyes. It seemed to soon to see you with someone else. “You must be Yamada?”, he said with a smile. He seemed so happy to see the guy who broke his girlfriend’s heart.

“Yes… And you are?”, I reluctantly asked. “Yuki.”, he stuck his hand out with a smile and I looked at it, mouth agape and wanting to shake it—but my body rebelled against me. I managed to shake it, with a bitter smile and all as he excused to go and throw the piece of used tissue in the trash. “Where did you find such a nice guy.”, I chuckled, looking back to you. You didn’t reply, just a small smile was on your face as you looked down.

“I guess I’ll be going now.”, I said, grabbing my bag from beside me and standing up. “You’re going already, Yamada?”, he approached me, and I nodded. “I have to go somewhere after this.”, I lied. I didn’t. I saved the whole day just to talk to you again. “It was nice meeting you.”, I told Yuki and he smiled. I reluctantly turned to you and stuck my hand out, “It was nice talking to you again, Y/N…”, I smiled. You hesitated to shake it, but you did after a moment of contemplation. I felt your warm and soft hands again and I smiled, realizing that this was the best thing we could end things with. I turned to leave but then you called for me again.

“Ryosuke… will you be okay?”

I turned and showed you a struggling smile.

“Soon.”

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