Just lita

I write and read.

[vanta-bat]

[nyaar0n]

bebe nathaniel

bonus:

[yes-i-exist-shutup]

The reason Riko doesnt get a second chance in the story about second, third, fourth, how many more chances you need is to illustrate and highlight how never getting one can and will fuck you up and in this essay I will-

[yes-i-exist-shutup]

Neil and Riko are the same person under different circumstances and I stand by that.

[consistently-panicked]

One of my favorite things about Neil was when he was questioning his sexuality. He looked at Nicky and Matt to see if his feelings towards them had changed to try and deduce if he was gay tm. Of course, he came to the conclusion that he’s pretty exclusively attracted to Andrew, but did he ever even think to look at the identical twin of the man he had just kissed? No, why would he do that. Like hmm, I enjoyed kissing this person, does someone who looks the same give me the same feelings? Never even crossed his mind. Of course he isn’t attracted to Aaron. That’s disgusting. This petty ass man will always have my heart.

[yes-i-exist-shutup]

You know that video where some baby's dad has a twin and the baby keeps going back and forth in the arms of both twins because they just look at the guy infront of them like thats my dad! I need to be in HIS arms! Not whoevers holding me now!

Yeah. Aarons babies.

[cknossian]

Neil is our guide to Cat!AU

/Your room's down the hall, call me if you need to./

[prostolita]

I've been gone for a long time because of my academic problems. But I'm still here.

Hadcanon, in which Riko dislikes and even despises the touch of other people.

A very important event is taking place, there are many cameras, reporters, famous personalities. Tetsuji, as always, spends time with the bigwigs, trying to get out. And Riko, Jean, and maybe even Reacher should exchange pleasantries, keep up the conversation, give interviews, and so on.

One of the guys at the meeting hugs Riko instead of the usual handshake and leaves.

Riko, continuing to fake a smile and staring at one point: well, that's it, you'll have to wash completely.

Reacher is laughing somewhere, eating a canapé, and Jean is heaving a sigh, unable to even drink a glass of water.

[prostolita]

I participate in the foxhole cinema. Today I wrote a sketch for 4 days, but since I do not want to post 18+ content here, I will leave only a piece and links where I can read.

The translation was done through an auto translator, do not judge strictly and forgive for all mistakes.

DAY 4, SEX IN TRANSPORT. RICO/JEREMY

The ball is over, at least for Rico. Covering his face, which was reddened with anger and resentment, he rushed to the carriage and climbed inside and tried to exhale and calm his nervously beating heart. For about five minutes, he just tried to squeeze into one small ball so that no one else could look at him. He expected not to leave the house again this year and certainly not to see fucking Jeremy Knox and his shameless brown eyes at balls.

Rico hated such celebrations, but even more he hated listening to his uncle's lamentations about his loneliness. He was concerned about his nephew's situation, and to be completely honest, he was only concerned about the situation. Money and status worried him more than Rico's happiness. The nephew did not try to tell him about his affairs and open his eyes to the truth, which his uncle would not accept anyway. Rico has never been alone. At least he had Kevin or Jean, the two of them were there no matter what. Sometimes Rico thought that even after death they would follow him around and protect him from all sorts of nonsense. However, Jeremy Knox has always been even closer to him and this proximity is ruining Rico every day.

The carriage door opens, and taking Rico away from his thoughts, Jeremy Knox sits down next to whitewash. It's too close, and considering the empty seat opposite, Jeremy sat down next to it on purpose. Rico looks at him in surprise, clenching his fists until they turn white, bites his lip and turns away, not wanting to contemplate the depth of brown eyes for a minute more.

—What do you want, Lord Knox? — Moriyama asks, almost spluttering. He addresses him formally, as if he sees him for the first or second time in his life. As if a day ago they hadn't been lying in the same pastel without a single piece of clothing.

— I thought you might let me down.— Knox chirps and his hand ends up on Moriyama's knee. He supports formal speech, teases and ignites in Moriyama's chest the desire to swing and erase the smile by force. Jeremy moves closer, his breath burning his pale skin. The carriage starts moving and the guys start, grabbing each other.

— I hasten to disappoint you, my carriage will go non-stop and in a completely different direction. Why don't you ask Lady Claire to give you a ride?

Jeremy laughs, he puts his hand under Rico's chin and turns him to face him. Their lips are indecently close to each other, but no one makes the first jerk. Jeremy whispers, and Rico feels the whisper on his skin.

— I didn't ask for a ride home. I'm sure we're heading to the same place. — Rico narrows his eyes, it's impossible to resist this temptation for so long.

—Are you really counting on my hospitality? I hasten to disappoint you, I will not be as nice as Lady Claire.

— Rico, are you offended? — Knox asks softly and almost tenderly, ending the game of strangers. Moriyama wants to cry, punch him in the face and scratch out those puppy dog eyes. But instead, he pulls Jeremy by the collar and pulls him into a kiss with bitten lips. 

Their tongues are entwined in a hot dance, Jeremy hugs him around the waist, not letting go, not even giving him a chance to take a sip of oxygen. Rico jerks back violently, bites his lip and pulls away, breathing heavily. His pupils are dilated and his skin is flushed, either from embarrassment or anger.

— Why the hell do you let every whore touch you?

Read the sequel:

🔠🔠🔠🔠🔠 🔠🔠🔠🔠🔠🔠🔠🔠🔠 ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ секс в транспорте ❤️Пейринг: Рико Морияма/Джереми Нокс ❤️Читать: ❤️Фикбук ❤️telegrap

The ball is over, at least for Rico. Covering his face, which was reddened with anger and resentment, he rushed to the carriage and climbed

День 4. Секс в транспорте. Рико Морияма/Джереми Нокс, Fox Hole kinktober — фанфик по фэндому «Сакавич Нора «Все ради игры»»

[wilhelminyard]

david wymack is such a fierce protector. he loves so deeply and so unconditionally it makes me wanna cry.

like he had just met neil when he said "you need one of us to talk to your parents? are they the ones who hurt you? [...] if your parents are a problem for you, we'll move you to south carolina early."

and he offered him his couch. and then he told him "foxes are foxes for a reason and they know we wouldn't sign you if you didn't qualify. that doesn't mean they know the specifics. it's not my place to ask and I'm sure as hell not going to tell them. did you think I made the team the way it is because I thought it would be a good publicity stunt? it's about second chances, neil. second, third, fourth, whatever, as long as you get at least one more than what anyone else wanted to give you."

he barely knew jean when he told him "your so called master and that bitch of a nephew of his. kevin told us the truth when he transferred so we'd know what we were getting into. I know you think you have to go back to evermore and I know what's waiting for you there. I will burn this house down before I let him touch you again."

and let's not forget about "wymack didn’t care if he had nine foxes or twenty-five. he’d stand behind them until the bitter, bloody end."

and how he usually drives the bus himself because "it was apparently better to be uncomfortable but safe than to trust a stranger with his fractured team."

david wymack dedicated his life to showing kids who were dealt a shit hand in life that they can still play their cards right. I heard somewhere once that sometimes miracles are just good people with kind hearts and I thought it was a little corny but oh does it apply to someone like david wymack. he gave each of the foxes their own miracles. I know he is a fictional character but he just has the biggest heart and honestly he makes me want to have faith in humanity.

[minyards-pipedream]

OUR FANBOY

Oh Kevin Day, My Queen, the reputation you have

[ohsleepie]

Andriel warm up doodles ✌🏾

[clementinecloudz]

She lives, breathes, and serves cunt.

[vanta-bat]

1/ @allforthegore

[prostolita]

I'm still at the stage of writing my fan fiction. I thought for a long time about who Rico would be with, and then I realized that he and Renee look perfect together.

even if the text is not fully written yet, I already love it.

Riko whispers sweetly, mixing Japanese with English. He seduces Renee, draws her to the dark side, but does not even suspect that she has long been consumed by darkness.

Rico squeezes her hands in his, kisses her. Greedily, passionately. Rene smiles, as if oblivious to all the carnage around them. Her eyes sparkle and overshadow all the pain that Rico has experienced before. Moriyama swears that in an instant the chain binding his neck and arms disappears. He trembles, not believing and not understanding that this is the end. It's over. Renee is leaning on him, her leg is still injured, and for the first time, Rico wants to call for help.

He gently picks her up in his arms, as if protecting the most valuable asset in the world. Rene smiles, wraps her arms around his neck and whispers in his ear the words he's been wanting to hear for so long.

— It's over.

This is the end. The Moriyams no longer have rights to Rico. No one else has any rights to it. He finally says goodbye to Ichiro, puts aside thoughts of Kengo and forgets about Kevin. And most importantly, now he can destroy Tetsushi. Now he has the right to do so. He won.

He places Renee on the nearest wooden crate and bends down at her feet. He puts his head on his lap and sobs. There is bitterness mixed with brackish blood on the tongue. This is the taste of his victory. And he celebrates this victory with tears.

[vanta-bat]

Friend of mine had their birthday cake ruined because she ordered cake with Riko on it ... like I'm sorry but this is not fucking normal, by a birthday guest sorry this is fucking heartbreaking and fucking upsetting

[prostolita]

She's not a friend anymore and I hate that person. It was my birthday.

[prostolita]

Just a short sketch with Rico and Kevin. There is no hatred for Rico, I love this boy.

They are sitting with their backs to each other, leaning against each other, as if there is nothing else in the whole world. Rico looks at the floor, which is as black as the walls of the Nest. His hands are shaking from intense and endless training. He cannot stop, he must continue — this is the only way to victory and glory. The only thing that makes him a king at all.

His uncle's hoarse voice sounds in his head. Rico could have grinned and said that he no longer considers him a member of the family, but he doesn't. His uncle also refused it. He refused it exactly at the moment when he ordered to call himself "Master". Rico doesn't say anything against it, he bows his head and gets hit on the cheek, which hasn't healed yet from the last time. He could think about this pain for ages, but he prefers to take out his anger on others. He knows that one day he will pay for his sins, but he also knows the essence of the world: "The strongest survives." If he needs to break through to the top for the sake of peace, he will do it by going over their heads.

That's why he's in this position. It's simple, his uncle hurts him, and he, in turn, passes this pain on to others. For example, Kevin.

Rico would give anything not to be here. Just to avoid hearing the screams, not to feel the hatred they feel for him. After all, he never wanted to be bad.

He hears Kevin's heavy sigh behind him and feels him lean over, putting all his weight on Rico. Moriyama does not move, he squeezes Day's hand, allowing him to pour out everything that has accumulated in his heart. And Kevin is crying, and Rico is crying too.

They shed tears only because they had such a role. The villain and his victim. Brothers who are destined to destroy each other.

If they had their way, they would have given up everything. They would have left.

Rico hopes that Kevin will understand his feelings without words, squeezes Day's callused palms and kisses his slightly white knuckles. He turns to Kevin and hugs him tightly while no one is looking. Hard, bone-crunching, the way only he can. Kevin feels it, buries himself in someone else's shoulder and cries.

They're doomed, and Rico knows it. He would rather die than see the pain on number two's face.

In a damp and dark nest, feelings are forbidden, but somewhere deep inside Moriyama still cherishes hope for the future. He knows that Kevin will always be his number one. A man who must survive.

He stretches out his hand to the pale face and kisses the plump lips. Kevin's green eyes are like the light of a distant lighthouse. Awkward touches are warming. They sit between two beds, don't get up, hide from anything that might stop them. Rico doesn't cry anymore, but he wants to scream, tear his hair out and disappear. He wants everything to be all right. He wants to stop everything he does and everything that is being done to him.

He hopes that one day it will end. One day Kevin will win.

I'm sorry if there are mistakes, I'm not a native speaker and I haven't mastered it well yet. I don't even know the grammar, but I'm trying. I hope it turned out well.

[lecuntification]

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