#and are currently beating the shit out of people in public

[hysteria-things]

VEGAS

based off of this

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!chris x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: while on a trip with chris in vegas, you get a little too excited when you see his new instagram post. you just can’t help yourself.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, swearing, teasing, masturbation (female), spanking, p in v, slight choking, hair gripping, semi-public, making out

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,029

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: chat i have mixed feelings about this one😔

❝i’m losing my patience, this ain’t staying in vegas!❞

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this kid. he has to be doing this shit on purpose now, and nothing pisses you off more. he thinks he’s so fucking clever.

for context, matt and chris came to vegas for justin’s big poker game. you decided to tag along, but currently, the three of them are downstairs in the hotel common area to hang out. wanting to give the boys their own time, you stayed in the suite.

you’re sitting on one of the chairs on the balcony enjoying the city sounds and the night sky until your boyfriend decides to do this.

ah, the rule. it’s simple, yet impossible at the same time. chris set it a while ago when you were acting like a brat, and it stuck from that day on. if you break it, you’ll get punished.

RULE ONE: never touch yourself when he’s not there.

let’s face it. you had your hand down your pants the moment you saw that photo.

not caring if people around can hear or see you, your fingers slide in and out of your dripping hole with ease. you make sure to capture it all, the squelching noise and your moans getting louder the faster your movements go. “chris.” you whine, wishing they were his hands instead of yours.

the shake in your legs gets tenser the closer your high gets. “going to cum for you.” you moan into the phone, biting your lip to silence the scream you want to set free. it doesn’t take long for you to make a mess of your digits, exhaling from relief. you don’t hesitate to send the video to him.

heart beating in anticipation, you hear the front door shut not even minutes after the last message. all you do is stare into space and patiently wait for the person you need most to come outside.

his footsteps get closer before the sliding door opens and closes, your innocent-looking eyes finally meeting his as he walks in front of you. he crosses his arms without saying a word, and you spread your legs to show what he does to you. he licks his teeth, admiring the mess sitting between your thighs.

a trail of cum connects from your pussy to a small puddle beneath you on the chair. from the slickness, it’s practically begging for chris’s cock to abuse your insides.

in the blink of an eye, he grabs your calves to pull you to him. you gasp, him cupping your ass to lift you over his shoulder. he gives you one… two spanks before setting you down against the railing.

pressing hard against your clit with his thumb, he moves it in fast circles. “no teasing, please.” you protest, lolling your head back with a moan.

“you’re the one to tell me to not tease?” he scoffs, now moving his thumb slower up and down. “you’re lucky i’m going easy on you tonight.”

looking down ashamed, his hand wraps around your neck, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss. your tongues intertwine, the noise wet. chris swallows your sounds of pleasure.

lips travel down to your neck, licking and biting at your skin. not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to drive you crazy. the erection in his pants nudges at your clit, not helping with the sensation you already have there. his breath is hot on your ear, teeth nibbling at the lobe. “turn around.”

when you do, he grips your hair to bend you over the cold steel, lifting his shirt that you’re wearing. you look down at the pedestrians below, who are completely oblivious to the actions happening above them. cars drive by, some horns honking in the distance.

chris’s pants bunch up on the floor when they meet it, aligning himself at where you are desperate. you gasp when you feel his dick stretch your walls, wrapping tightly around him.

before he’s about to thrust into you, you decide to take matters into your own hands. your hips move up and down, fucking yourself on his cock as you grip tightly on the surface in front of you.

groaning contently, he rests his free hand on the small of your back, giving you a spank here and there. licking his lips, he doesn’t take his eyes off the way you bounce back against his pelvis. the way your ass recoils is mesmerizing.

your moans are soft, lids fluttering closed when your legs start to tremble. because of that, you can barely move yourself anymore. then, you feel a hand wrap around the front of your throat once again, lifting your head to rest on a shoulder. “what were you thinking about, hm?” chris asks, thumb grazing your cheek. “what made you cum that hard?”

eyes opening, you shake your head. his hips thrust slowly, hitting that spot nice and deep. “you’re just so handsome.” you whisper, tears glazing your orbs.

his thrusts get more brutal when he kisses you, silent screams leaving your mouth. clicking his tongue, he leaves a smack on your ass. the stinging makes you accidentally cry out before stopping yourself.

he chuckles. “don’t be shy. let everybody know whose cock you’re screaming on.”

your moans get louder the more he hits your g-spot. you take a look down — where you could’ve sworn you made eye contact with a passerby.

the grip on your hair tightens, his dick throbbing against your clenching walls. you’re about to cum, and he’s not far behind you. the speed of his hips has you on your tippy toes, whimpering loud into the las vegas air. “i’m cumming. fuck, i’m cumming!” you squeal, making a mess down his base.

pulling out, your fluids drip down your legs, chris painting your back white. he lets go of your entire body, immediately almost falling to the ground if the railing wasn’t holding you up. you lean your head over it, trying to catch your breath. he smirks at the view.

after all, he’s been with you long enough to know what your cycle is like. perhaps he did make that instagram post on purpose; just for you. knowing that you’d cave. oh, well.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[naomis-daydream]

she’s my // paige bueckers

warnings: explicit lyrics (song + comments) & grinding? they’re literally dancing though yawl so it’s fine!!

summary: you and paige have been best friends since you arrived at UConn your sophomore year, to the general public, at least. though most would say they’re a little too close for comfort. what happens when the two are caught being more than friendly at a concert during the off season?

a/n: i lowkey don’t like this😭. roughly inspired by all the videos of paige at the a boogie concert and a very specific lyrics from the song “mood swings” ;)

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usually you hated concerts.

the entire concept of them, to be honest. thousands of sweaty bodies, crowded areas, and loud music. it was all a huge turn off for you, with the exception of a few of your favorites who you would kill to see in person. so, when your girlfriend surprised you with tickets to a boogie’s concert, who were you to say no?

the seats were amazing, with you practically being feet away from the stage. you were currently pressed against a metal railing separating the audience from security who guarded the stage, aubrey, kk, and azzi to the left of you in the same predicament, while paige was to your right side. amidst the high capacity of the crowd, still you swayed mindlessly, mouthing the lyrics to “drowning,” as the bass filled your ears and pounded against your feet.

you continue to rap along to the beat, turning to azzi to match her flow as she recorded you, paige close behind you throwing up two peace signs.

you laugh as she hypes you up, ending the video as the song comes to a close. as it fades out, a familiar “wheezy outta here!” floods the speakers, evoking screams of excitement from the audience.

“ahhh shit!” you yell, causing azzi to shake her head with a smile.

“they got you started, huh?” paige asks, from beside you.

though you don’t answer her question, not in the way she hopes, at least. you choose instead to face her as the song begins.

i’ma beast, i’ma goblinnn, let that shit fly. you don’t want not problemmm

as you continue the taller girl simply admires you, rapping while throwing up all kinds of hand gestures to the music. she’s nodding and rocking with you to the beat of the music, nose scrunched up as you lock eyes. you point to her as a smile forms on your lips, as you mouth the lyrics.

she was my bestie, never knew she was so nasty, yeah.

and she so sexy. kissing on bitches like lesbians, yeah.

paige raised her brows at your bold demeanor, seemingly forgetting about the nature of your relationship as you were surrounded by thousands of people, plenty of which had already recognized paige.

though, she thought, what’s the harm in a little teasing, right?

with that in mind, she takes your hand that was previously pointing at her, raising it above your head as you swayed. she twirls you slowly, stopping once you’re facing away from her.

perfectly in sync with the music, you start to whine your waist against her pelvis, bending over slightly.

ass so fat, oh bounce it up and down like a basketball.

she drops your hand previously raised above your head, placing it on your waist instead, guiding you.

you place your palms on the cold metal in front of you, smiling as you look back to find Paige’s gaze glued to the curve of your ass, barely contained by the skirt that adorned your figure.

you laugh as you stand upright again, feeling a quick slap on your ass as you adjust your skirt. you turn around, giving your girlfriend a smile with a playful glint in your eyes.

when you meet azzi’s eyes, her pointed disapproval doesn’t go unnoticed. you glance beside her at aubrey who shares a similar unamused look.

“what?” you ask.

“nothing,” aubrey shrugs with a goofy smile, “just didn’t know yall got down like that.”

-

the next morning, you’re greeted with rays of light peeking through your thin curtains, forcing your eyes to squint at the intensity.

it wasn’t warm and yellow like the early morning sun, but harsh and white like that of a midday rise. you rolled over, your girlfriend’s arm still wrapped loosely around your waist as you go to check the time.

2:37pm.

you chuckle at the sight. with how late you guys were out last night, it was no surprise to you that you woke up so far into the day.

your movements, though minimal, seem to pull paige out of her sleep, grogginess lacing her voice as she stretches and groans.

you turn back around, sitting up against the headboard. you run your fingers through her blonde locks, smiling at her puffy lips pouting as she pulls herself from her sleepy state.

“good morning sleepyhead,” you say softly.

“g’morning,” she mumbles, lips still buried in the covers. “what time is it?”

“half past two. we had a little too much fun last night i think.”

this pulls her head up from the mattress, and sleepy smile on her lips as she recalls the concert. “mmm, we had a time last night.”

you giggle at her words, smiling down at her. you reach for your phone on the nightstand beside you, going to look at the pictures from the previous night.

you scroll through the countless photos and videos you took that night, from you recording a boogie from the audience with you rapping in the background, pictures of you and the girls getting ready, and the string of locations paige dragged you to after the concert.

you eventually go to tiktok, initially wanting to see your drafts of the many attempts of a dance the team tried to teach you, but you were sidetracked by over a hundred notifications in your inbox from the last couple of hours.

you had been tagged in videos, pictures, and in comments relating to the team at the concert last night. you smile as you see a few of the crowd hyping kk as she danced in the center of a circle, locs bouncing to a bass that was deafening even through the phone. though, that isn’t what caught your eye, it was the fact that the majority of them pertained to a blurry video of you bent over in front of paige with her eyes and hands glued to your ass and you danced on her.

“oh my gosh,” you mutter.

paige plants her head in your lap, looking over at your phone to see what you were looking at.

“oh…shit.”

in hindsight, it may not have been the smartest decision to practically grind on one of the most popular college basketball players at a concert where she’d already been recognized countless times. more so when it was to a lyrics about girls who like girls. but what the hell? who two weren’t exactly a secret, you just never addressed rumours and kept it pushing.

you see her shrug below you as she watches the video replay, shrugging before pulling the cover closer to her and burying her face deeper into your lap. “guess the damage is already done, might as well stop hiding.”

you go to open the comments, knowing people are loosing their shit, and you’re right, which is why you can’t help but laugh as you read them.

uconnfanpage no fucking way.

bueckersb1tch YALLLLLL

user3 the way she was catching her shit…

editzgalore DAMN IT💔

user6 best friends my ass😭😭

wcbb_fan ain’t no way they ain’t fucking💀

username ONE LEG UP MADISON. REALLY?

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[jackawful]

The current transphobic backlash of course impacts trans people most but I think assuming it's About Us or even that we're a convenient scapegoat due to being such a small proportion of the overall population is like. A big rhetorical & tactical mistake, actually.

It's about reifying gender for everyone. It's about enforcing gender essentialism. TERFs are an important part of the puzzle here because feminism has become somewhat the default position in our society & the right knows they are unlikely to convince most women out of identifying as feminists, but if you can redefine feminism to include beliefs like "women are inherently weaker than men" (and therefore cannot beat men at sports) you can recouperate feminism enough that it doesn't matter. The end result is still a society that takes it as fact that men and women are inherently biologically different and therefore must take different roles in society. It's laundering the christian complementarianism I was raised with for people who would be repulsed by tradwife shit if you presented it on its face.

The dividing line between the sexes must be rigid and impermeable to enforce this worldview in law. The existance of trans people and especially the possibility of medical transition reveal that this line isn't rigid, which then implies that cis women aren't inherently destined to be babymakers and cis men aren't inherently superior at...well, maybe anything. If you want to ban abortion and birth control and force women out of public life and insist that men are superior in all the ways that happen to correlate with men wielding power in society, you first have to drive trans people out of public existance.

I'm not like an expert at deradicalizing terfs or whatever. But I suspect that pushing back against the idea that women are inherently inferior to men in certain realms - that women are designed by god or biology to take Different But Complementary Roles than men - is going to be extremely important in the fight for both trans rights and against the recouperation of feminism.

[call-me-strega]

Dc x Dp Prompt #24: The Midwest Prince(ss)

Danny is a Singer/Siren/Banshee au where he’s basically a Chappel Roan-type figure.( Also, I'm Dead on Main trash so Strangers-to-Friends-to-Lovers, Celebrity x Civilian romance for two of my favorite boys)

Danny’s Ghostly Wail develops into vocal manipulation bc he’s a siren or banshee. Ember teaches him to sing and control the power. He finds music is a good outlet for his emotions and decides to pursue music as Danny. It takes him a few years but he develops a style and brand that he bases off the Realms. However, he doesn’t anyone to connect him to Phantom so he uses parts of his ancestors’ names to become “Walker Gale”(shout out to my beautiful mutual @mirigold-mayflowers for helping me pick that name), ordinary small-town midwestern boy turned Music Icon. He hires Val as his personal bodyguard, Sam as his manager, and Tucker as his head stage tech.

He dresses in really campy clothes the low-key mimic his ghost form as well as other ghosts he’s met. The outfits change to match the vibe of the song. So a rock ballad with an outfit inspired by Ember, Show Tunes-Murder Mystery-type-beat with a costume for Amorpho, EDM-techno-hyperpop themed song styled after Technus or Skulker, etc. He just has a lot of fun experimenting with his appearance and he’s an icon for it. He even makes friends with Star and Paulina through this and they give him feedback and help with new looks. The eventually join the team as his PR and Styling team.

Since he’s a banshee/siren all his songs have this underlying despair/sadness even if they have a fun and bubbly beat. He also references his feelings about being/hiding as Phantom and being partially dead and shit but vaguely so no one actually knows or assumes it’s a metaphor. Many of the themes are actually things lgbtq people identify with, specifically trans and bi fans. He also references battles he’s fought and ppl assumes he’s talking about mental illness or abuse which attracts another category of fans altogether. Again inspired by Chappel Roan his first album his called "The Ascent and Downfall of a Midwest Prince" gaining him the nickname the "Midwest Prince".

He’s weird and unfiltered and full of emotion and he gains a few fans in the hero community too. Raven and Zatanna start a fan club for him, well aware he’s some type of banshee/siren but knowing that the extent of his powers are being used to deliver beautiful performances. The are staunch supporters of him and his music and spread it to their friends. The current fan club is Co-Presidents Zatanna + Raven, VP Greta(Secret, a.k.a: a ghost hero), Starfire, Bart, Cassie, Tim, Kon + Jon, Steph, Cass, and Billy.

His identifying features are a signature make-up look and white underdye (when the color is on the underside of the hair). He’s grown his hair longer so it’s not super visible when he has it down and not styled. He also looks different without make-up so he can totally go unrecognized in public and live life semi-normal (as normal as a half-ghost vigilante powerhouse superstar can be). He actually planned it to be that way so that he could still go to college and stuff even though he’s doing it mostly online. All this to say that Danny has low-key got a Hannah Montana thing going on. Also, let's mix it up a bit and say he's based in Star City.

One day Danny goes to a second-hand book store because he's looking for a cheap textbook when he bumps into an absolute hunk of a man who doesn't seem to recognize him. Jason had been in Star City to visit Roy and Lian. He stopped at a second-hand bookstore to see if he look for some older editions of books (one time he found a second edition copy of Persuasion so he likes to peruse) and ran into a super pretty boy who made his chest feel funny and doesn't realize he's a Wayne. They got to talking about started really connecting. They decided to exchange numbers and kept in touch, meeting up every now and then when they had the chance. Danny gave him his private social media accounts so Jason never learned much more beyond that Danny worked in the music industry but not his exact role in it.

Eventually Danny moves to Gotham, either bc he switched labels or to be closer to Jazz whose doing her doctorate thesis on reforms that need to be made in Arkham. He and Jason begin meeting up in person more frequently and start catching feelings. Danny really wants to ask him out but feels sleazy doing it without telling Jason about his past and superstar alter ego. However, he also doesn't want to lose the mostly normal friendship they have. On the flipside Jason wants to date Danny but doesn't want to drag him into the life of a vigilante or the life of a Wayne. Both of them Pine and Agonize over this. In the end Danny decides to bite the bullet and tell Jason who he is, every part of who he is. He invites Jason over for a movie night and tells him he's got something important to tell Jason.

That same day Starfire decides to introduce Walker Gale's work to the other Outlaws and Jason really resonates with his work. He identifies with the lyrics on a literal and physical level and recognizes the underlying emotions that usually only other ghosts or liminals can. Starfire overjoyed that her friend likes his music decides to show Jason some of his music videos and photos. Jason, not being blind or an idiot, recognizes not only the props and costumes but his crushes face under that (very well done) make-up.

Jason is stunned and conflicted: it’s not like Danny lied to him about who he was, but he was entirely truthful either. Did he assume Jason knew? Or did he just not trust Jason? Why did he even bother with Jason, a seemingly regular guy, if he had such a claim to fame? And Jason keeps listening to his music and it’s speaks to him the same way hanging out with Danny does, making him feel seen and connected. It makes him all the more sure that someone incredible as Danny doesn’t need someone like Jason. He heads to Danny’s place that night very subdued.

He gets to Danny’s place and the smile that greets him twists him up inside. He puts on a mask and tries to act normal but Danny can tell somethings up but persists as he has made up his mind to be clear with Jason. He sits him down and tells him there is something important he wants to tell Jason. He starts by letting Jason know that he cares about him very much and appreciates the normality and closeness of their friendship. He confesses that he doesn't normally get that bc well, he's the superstar "Walker Gale". Danny goes onto say that the reason he didn't say anything earlier was because he treasures the simplicity of what he had with Jason and the reason he's telling him now is because he couldn't continue a relationship that he wants more from without being completely honest.

Jason's heart thunders in his chest and he stares at Danny with a slightly constipated look. Danny asks Jason what's wrong and on an impulse Jason word vomits his feelings. That he actually found out through a friend earlier today, that he really connected to his music the same way he did with Danny, that he's never felt seen the way Danny sees through him, that he's never felt the same way as deeply before, that he's completely and utterly in love with Danny but was scared to say anything and get him involved with his crazy life and the Waynes. And Danny sits and listens shellshocked.

And the only thing Danny can think to do is kiss this incredible boy senseless and tell him that if he likes him back then they can figure it out.

[restinslices]

Bi-Han As A Dad (fluff edition)

I’m currently writing a fluff one shot of Bi-Han as a dad, but with the world being boo-boo, I thought why not drop a few headcanons I have until it’s done. Enjoy. (Also I love this gif).

It’s very easy to paint Bi-Han as someone who would be a terrible and strict dad

We not for that over here tho

Is Bi-Han strict? Absolutely. But he’s strict because he wants his kids to be focused and become the best warrior they can

Bi-Han cuts his kids fruit and leaves it outside their rooms if they’re sleeping

He genuinely believes they can succeed at whatever they want to if they try hard enough

Do not ever let his kid get bullied. I swear to y’all this man does not care that hitting kids is frowned upon

Or the parent gotta run him the fair one

Either way, that shit is not sliding

Bi-Han has nicknames for his kids

I don’t see them being smth like “oh my little boo boo cake”, but smth like 小天使 (Little Angel) or 小战士 (Little Warrior)

I got those from google so I’m HOPING they’re not wrong-

Since he’s the oldest brother, he has experience caring for younger people when they’re ill or injured

He’s still Bi-Han though, so he’s talking shit the whole time

“You never listen to anything I say. I just speak and you don’t listen. I said wear a jacket”

He keeps mumbling things as he’s making soup. His irritation and need to parent is clashing

“爸爸 you don’t have to-“ “shut up”

If his kid is affected by the cold more than he is, he takes that into account and gets them actual winter gear

Bi-Han 🫱🏻‍🫲🏾 Black parents - getting pissed off when they see kids without a coat

Kids get hyper fixated on stupid shit and while I don’t think he’d listen to every little thing, he’s definitely a pro at pretending he’s listening

“爸爸 is the moon following us?” “Yes and it’s going to eat you if you misbehave”

Okay maybe that’s not fluffy but it’s funny

Is it manipulation to use a child’s mind to get them to behave?

“爸爸 do you think the tooth fairy will come tonight?” “If you clean your room. The tooth fairy likes clean kids”

Mansplain, Manipulate, Murder

Murder is not towards the kids obviously

Imagine a kid just running back and forth and Bi-Han is watching

He’s not stopping them. Go ahead and tire yourself out

Gives his kids very blunt advise, which is dickhead-ish, but he has good intentions

“He broke up with me!” “Some relationships are not meant to be. No point on sulking”

Dad I get it but I’m hurt right now

Thankfully, he doesn’t raise those little monsters that tear up shit constantly and are assholes to everyone

Bi-Han 🫱🏻‍🫲🏾 Black parents - seeing a kid acting up in public and telling their kid “I would’ve beat your ass if you did some shit like that”

How is this situation circling back to me?

On the real though, Bi-Han is not a perfect father but he for sure tries his best. He has a lot of hiccups because he’s not used to being in tuned with his feelings and the feelings of others, but he’s trying. I don’t see his kids ever feeling genuinely hated by him or like he doesn’t like them

They’re not Tomas-

[necrotic-nephilim]

Nightwing: Brothers In Blood is such a fucking hilarious comic for DickJay content, given the bulk of the plot is Jason deciding to dress up as Nightwing and kill people which, Dick predictably is not fond of, as a concept.

There's so much in that arc that makes me unwell. Dick straight up saying he wishes Jason had died. The way they instantly banter when they run into each other before Dick gets mad at Jason for dressing up as Nightwing, then Jason begs Dick to work with him.

But what I think gets me the most is the outright confirmation of how even now, Jason still has a serious case of hero worship for Dick and just wants to be like him and get his approval.

nightwing (1996) #120

There's such a complex Jason has over Dick and it makes me Unwell. Jason identifying with Dick, wanting his attention, his approval. His love, even. I mean, later on when Jason gets kidnapped, in his mind he hallucinates Dick talking to him and it outright confirms he wants Dick to save him and Jason has a doomsday spiral about Dick not saving him, through his mental image of Dick.

nightwing (1996) #121

Jason wants Dick in his life, there's so much unrequited love and weirdness between them. They're so not normal about each other. Later on he sends Dick a note saying he just wishes they could be family again and I think it's so unhinged of Jason. Dressing up as Dick, just because of how much he loves and respects Dick. So much potential in that.

Also aside from all of that complex this comic is also hilarious for the bit it has where Dick accidentally takes a job as a model and has to dress up as Nightwing, specifically Jason!Nightwing because of the sex appeal Cheyenne (the woman Dick is seeing) thinks it has. And when he's on the runway and sees Jason in the audience he just jumps at Jason, in front of everyone, to beat the shit out of him, while dressed as Nightwing. Which the public thinks is a planned stunt to bank on the weird Sexy Rivalry between the two Nightwings currently running around. It's the most unhinged thing and I think it's so funny. Dick's sort-of-girlfriend makes him dress up as Nightwing!Jason because she thinks it's hot and it'll sell, then Dick beats Jason up in front of everyone, still dressed as Nightwing (specifically Jason), and it reads as a sexy performance modeling piece.

nightwing (1996) #120

Imagine being so weirdly homoerotic about your sort of kind of brother figure that you can't hesitate fighting him when you're supposed to be modeling and everyone thinks the tension is so good it's a part of the show. These two cannot leave each other alone with their weird tangled feelings for each other. I love it dearly.

[ohsohoney]

When it comes to love you're just as blinded.

Part Twelve

Eminem x Musician

Summary: It starts with a drunk embarrassing video, it spirals into something a whole lot more.

Note: I've been procrastinating on this update for a while I won't lie, but I really wasn't sure where I wanted to head with it. Hopefully this reads well, felt like the right move! AH it's actual stress. Hope you all enjoy:) Thanks for all the love this series has gotten, means a whole lot x

| Set in 2014, just after the release of LP 2

taglist: @thelastemzy @helloitsme1223

Masterlist

I’d always been intrigued by ceilings. And I know that sounded so stupid, which was why I had yet to admit it out loud, to anyone. But I don’t know… I supposed after having stared up at so many of them my entire life, from my childhood bedroom to the hostel I’d wound up in shortly after leaving home, then to my friends' living rooms and the hotels dotted all over the world, that it just made sense for me to find a certain sense of comfort in them. In having a roof over my head.

I realised that it was also the reason as to why I was currently hiding away in my room at Marshall’s, sprawled out on top of the duvet so that I could peer up at the blank canvas which loomed above me.

The day spent with Marshall had been, well in one word, perfect. It had given me the chance to see a whole new side to him, and forced me to come to the conclusion that the man was nothing if not a rubix cube; a complexity made up of so many sides.

He’d truly followed through on his word and shown me the entirety of Detroit and everything the city had to offer. I’d enjoyed it all, the museums, the culture, the theatre, the people, but what I’d enjoyed most of all, was seeing his love for the place he called home. His city. It seemed to loosen him somewhat and unstick that silver tongue of his, allowing me to get a deeper insight into the man that stood behind the facade, behind the stoic persona the public saw and the Dad Rosie adored. It was like I’d been handed a pile of secrets, however small they’d been at times, and silently been asked to guard them. As though they were my own.

But as nice as the day had been, I’d had a lot of shit playing on my mind. 

See, my message to Lottie had gone unread.

I checked the screen for the umpteenth time in the last half hour, almost compulsively, before I let it fall back onto my chest, hardly even feeling the thump it made. 

I had texted her at least a dozen more times since this morning and had yet to hear a single word in return. It was doing my head in. I hadn’t been able to concentrate on anything since we’d driven back, because, as much of a distraction as Em had been, every hour that had passed by without hearing anything had me on edge, worry weaving its way around my ribcage.

I was just about to check again, maybe send another message, or try calling once more, when a knock sounded. I was startled by it, in truth, not having expected the sudden break in my silent solitude. But as I went to answer, mouth poised to call out, I was left to watch the door to my room slowly creak open instead. My brow furrowed at the sight of the intruder.

“Z, you okay?” My voice was full of concern, strained even more so by the sight of the red rimmed eyes the girl bore when she came into full view. My heart skipped a full beat at the slight sniffle that followed her entrance, her hand caught on the door’s handle, before she just started– sobbing.

My eyes widened in an instant and I almost tumbled off the mattress in my haste to sit up on the bed, arms opening as Rosie’s feet carried her across the room, not even second guessing the action.

“Oh, lovely. What’s gone on?” I found myself murmuring into her hair the moment she dropped into my embrace, her knees crowded against my thigh as she began to cry into my shoulder. I pressed a hand to the back of her head, cradling it carefully as I struggled to find the right words needed to remedy this situation. Dumbfounded by it, in all honesty. “Rosie, love, talk to me.”

Her sniffling only continued, shoulders shaking as she hiccuped around another cry. I wondered then where Marshall could possibly be, if he knew the state she had worked herself into, bewildered by the fact that she’d come to seek comfort in me instead of him. If he was still hanging around the house somewhere, or if it was him she was so upset about, wondering if something had happened in the short time I’d been gone.

“I just–” She hiccupped in turn after a short moment and I felt myself relax just a tad at the sound of her voice, glad for it even as it jumped around another hiccup again. I soothed her gently in an attempt to coax her to carry on, thankfully she did, “I just had the worst day.”

My heart broke for her. Hearing how defeated she sounded, as well as the fact that it was something no one ever wanted to hear from a child, especially one as lovely as Rosie. 

So I took a deep breath after swallowing down the bitter tang her words had left me with, then shifted to try and chance a glance at her face, dipping my chin slightly. When I managed it, I was surprised to note the angry red splotches which stained her cheeks and just how upset she really looked. It felt like there was more to the story than just having had a bad day.

“I–” Rosie sniffed heartily and lifted a hand to rub at her right eye, which only appeared to infuriate it further, “Sorry,” She seemed to force out, breath escaping her, “for bursting in.”

I chuckled lightly at it, immediately waving the apology away. “Don’t say that, you’re more than welcome to barge in whenever you like. Especially if you’re upset, Z.” I assured her, taking in the devastated expression that still marred her face, my small smile fell into a concerned frown, “You wanna talk about what happened?”

She seemed to think it over for a long second, gaze straying away from me as though she was embarrassed by her reaction now that her cries had died down somewhat, but I kept her close, dragging a hand up and down her arm. It was that, I supposed, which had her agreeing to the ask and so I shuffled the pair of us backwards so that we could ruin the mountain of pillows Marshall had adorned the bed with, the same ones I’d picked up off the floor when making it that same morning.

“As much as I hate them, they do come in handy when you just wanna melt into the mattress for a while.” I mentioned as we settled, flashing the girl a soft smile when she looked over at me. “But I don’t know why there has to be so many.”

“You don’t like pillows?” Rosie giggled wetly, another sniff following suit as she pulled her knees up, pooling effortlessly into my side. 

I shook my head, wrinkling my nose a tad. “Just the one’s fine. Gives me a neckache otherwise.” To further exaggerate my point I rubbed a hand over the back of my neck and grimaced, which proved to make Z laugh a little more. It was with that in which I found myself relaxing a little further, enough so that I could patiently wait her out, wanting to give her the time she needed before she spoke again.

It worked.

“I love school,” She murmured, eyes downcast, “and I love my friends. Just sometimes– it's hard.”

I couldn’t help it, I frowned at her words. 

“What do you mean?” I wondered as I peered back down at her, then got to watch as she wrung her hands, her own gaze caught on the anxious motion as she replayed it over and over again.

“There was a new kid that started on Monday. We did what we always did when someone new starts, but usually Ms Gabris picks one of us to show them around the school. This time it was me.” Rosie started to explain, dragging in a ragged breath as her lower lip quivered before she finally found the strength to carry on, “I really liked him at first. He was so nice and real funny too. He even liked the same shows I do, right? And so we spent the rest of the week sitting next to each other in class, and then in the cafeteria, I even introduced him to my friends at recess and they all seemed to like him, too.” 

She exhaled heavily, sniffling away again, and so I waited to listen in closer, solely focused on her.

“But then today, well, he started to act all weird around me. I waved at him before class started, just after you and Dad had dropped me off, but he just looked away. I figured that maybe he hadn’t seen me, but when I got to homeroom, he’d switched seats. Like, he actually chose to sit next to Dean Dimitriou and he’s just the worst!” She exclaimed, the very real and amplified huff which followed the cursed name brought a small smile to my lips but I did my best to dampen it before she could see. “I tried to talk to him about it, I really did, I was just so confused, but he ignored me. And then Ms Gabris was telling us all to start our work, so I had to run back to my seat before I got in any trouble. By the time recess came around though, I guess he’d decided to stop the silent treatment.”

My brow furrowed at the way she had ended that particular sentence and I felt an odd sense of anticipation fall over me. “What did he do, Z?”

Rosie rubbed at her eyes once more, pressing the back of her hand to her nose before it dropped to her mouth to muffle another cry. My resolve was quickly crumbling. “He was just, so mean. I– I didn’t even know what to say or do. I was just sitting with Kelsi under the oak tree, talking like we always do, and he came up behind us. I didn’t even know he was there until he shoved me off of the bench we were sat on.”

“He what?”

Rosie’s eyes flashed upwards to meet mine upon hearing the heat that had rolled through my question and so, even as I regretted the sudden anger that had fueled the words, I got to watch the way she fell completely apart at the answer she gave me in turn. 

First her lower lip wobbled, then the skin between her eyebrows wrinkled, and finally, her eyes flooded once more. “That wasn’t even the worst part.” She spluttered, chest heaving as she crumpled back into my side, “The stuff he said, it was just– I don’t think I’d ever even heard some of the words he’d used. He was so nice to me all this week and then, then suddenly he just changed. He started saying these things about me, about how ugly and stupid I was, then about–”

My hands had since flown up to soothe her, an arm wrapped around her trembling shoulders whilst the other had taken her smaller hand in my own, my grip tightened a fraction then as I prompted her on, “About what, Z?”

“Dad.” The word was practically whispered, what with how hollow her voice had become, and yet, I couldn’t help the sharp breath it pulled from me. 

I chewed on my lower lip to keep from pushing her further on the revelation, eyes now caught on the door instead, realising then that she had sought me out because she hadn’t wanted Marshall to see her so distraught, to know that ultimately this was because of him. It made me ache with an unfound sort of pain.

“The things he said, he just didn’t stop, El. He made Dad out to be so horrible. He called him name after name, even said he was evil. That he should be locked up in jail instead of taking care of me.” She choked then on the words as they escaped her, enough so that her next sob was accompanied by a plethora of coughs. “Why would he say that? I just don’t get it.”

My eyes slipped close for a split second, hand rubbing over her back as I tried to withhold my temper, knowing it would do nothing for her right now. 

“I was so confused by it all. And then, before I could even leave to go home he was waiting for me at the doors.” Rosie revealed, her cheeks long since stained by shimmering tears and flushed by the emotions which wracked through her. “He tripped me up just as I was walking out and then when I didn’t actually hit the ground, he pushed me. Actually pushed me. I knocked my head on the railing by the main stairs and scraped my knees, but even then, he still carried on. I was so shocked I couldn’t even cry. I just tried to ignore him and all the things he was saying as I got back up. But, El, he looked so happy. Like he really thought that what he was doing was okay, like it was right. I think that’s what scared me most.”

I wrapped her up in my arms, unable to do much else, unable to find the words. It brought me back to earlier last year, to the days I’d spent with Lottie in situations similar to this one. To when she had hated going to school and had been terrified to step foot in a classroom. It broke me, tore me apart in truth, because it still continued to baffle me just how nasty children could be.

I was unsure how long it took for Rosie to calm down again, to ease up on the tight vice she had on my arms as well as wipe her cheeks, but it must have been a while. I’d managed to get us into a more comfortable position, staring up at the ceiling once more whilst my head warred with my heart over how to best deal with the situation. I knew I’d have to tell Marshall, that much was obvious whether Rosie wanted to or not, but it was the knowing of how it would simply destroy the man that was killing me. It was the one thing I knew wholeheartedly that he had tried his very best to avoid happening once he’d realised just how corrupt this way of life could become. His girls were his world.

It must have been a way of realigning fate because as soon as I’d thought about just how I was going to attempt to talk to him about it all, there was yet another knock and the man himself was stood there by the door that had since been left ajar upon his daughter's entrance. He peered around it, expression clouded by obvious confusion as he stepped inside but when Rosie lifted her head at the unexpected sound he’d made, the confusion he wore immediately vanished and was painted over by such an extreme colour of shock.

“Baby? What’s gone on, what’s happened?”

Marshall’s voice was so soft as he all but flew across the floorboards to meet his daughter’s wary form, but the worry was there, the fury, the fear.

“Bean, talk to me. What’s up, why you been cryin’?” He pestered further, slumping onto the side of the bed to pull her close, his face crumbling the second the girl started crying again. His eyes jumped over to find mine, widened with such alarm and full of a thousand questions, but before I could even react, answer him, he was pulling away from Rosie and trying to get a good look at her face. It was then that he noticed what I had yet to, her knees.

“You’re bleedin’, baby.” The words fell from his mouth like sludge, whilst his stare caught on the vivid scrapes her skin bared, thumb dropping to hover just above the grazes but not quite touching. “Z, what happened? You fall or somethin’?”

His eyes flickered over to me once again when he received no imminent reply and so I swallowed thickly before choosing to shuffle a little closer to the girl, sitting up now so that it wasn’t much of a stretch when I reached out to take her hand in mine. Rosie allowed the gesture easily, something that drew Em’s attention before he was cradling the underneath of her knee in his palm, his voice strained when he spoke again.

“Babygirl, talk to me please.”

The pleading appeared to work a whole lot better on the girl, who’s sobbing had started to hiccup, but it was only after she’d shot me a weary glance which I answered with a goading nod of my own that she tried to explain it all. 

Her voice wobbled throughout, pausing and stuttering as she told him a majority of what she had told me, unable to meet his eyes the further she went on, her gaze caught once again on the wringing of her hands.

Marshall’s face drew blanker and blanker the longer the story went on too. And as Rosie continued to describe what had occurred, I could only observe how the man beside us crumpled under the weight of her words. It felt like I was floating somewhere outside of my own body the longer I watched, witnessing the way Marshall’s shoulders grew hunched, how his hands started to shake and his jaw tightened. 

And yet, despite it all, despite everything he felt, the anger, the guilt, he still reached out with the most tenderest touch to envelope his daughter in his arms.

“I’m sorry.”

I had to look away upon seeing the devastation which marred Marshall’s face the second Rosie spoke, her words echoing almost around us.

It took a second, or maybe a minute, before he could finally answer her, his own voice rough and drained, “Don’t gotta be, nothin’ to be sorry for.”

Rosie only seemed to sob harder at that and it was then that I met Em’s gaze from over the girl’s shoulder. I wanted to reach out, stupidly apologise too for God only knows what, but the dampness which clouded his eyes had my entire body stilling.

I didn’t understand it. The fact that he was allowing me to see him this vulnerable. Marshall was always so guarded in his emotions, stoic and solemn when it suited him, enough to make his gentle smiles and tepid laughter seem like gifts. So the sight made me question everything I knew about him, why he would allow me to witness him like that.  

“People are weird.” Marshall continued on, and it was hard for me not to listen to his voice as he continued to keep me trapped in his stare, his hushed words blanketing over his daughter, soothing her in a way mine couldn’t. “Ain’t got nothing to do with you, Z. Ain’t nothing you did, you hear? Some kids, they hear stuff their own parents say, what the adults around ‘em think, they internalise it, use it. Whether they know if it’s right or not. They mimic what they know, ‘cause the people lookin’ after them couldn’t be wrong, could they? It’s why I’m always so careful ‘bout what you hear. You get me?”

Rosie’s soft nod broke me from the staring contest I'd inadvertently been a part of and I sucked in a sharp breath as the girl withdrew ever so slightly from her Dad’s hold to look up at him. Marshall dragged his eyes away from mine to greet hers. He sighed softly. 

“But listen, if they think for one second I’ma allow some snot nosed little brat to treat you like that, they got another thing comin’. I swear it, Z. No one gets away with something like this. It’ll be resolved, I’ll make sure of it.” Em added in a tone that carried no arguments, his hands moving to wrap around her fidgeting fingertips. “Can’t promise people won’t say stuff like that to you again though,” He mentioned rather reluctantly as his eyes flickered away for a split second, something heavy lining his tone, “And for that, I’m sorry. But, I can deal with this properly. Make sure that this kid leaves you alone from now on, ‘kay?”

Rosie still appeared cautious, probably thinking of the consequences that could possibly follow if the kids in her class knew that she’d gotten this new boy in trouble, but Marshall’s gaze held firm and she could do nothing more than nod around another sniffle.

Em reached up to wipe under her eyes then, his palms cradling her pinkened cheeks before he brought her close enough to press a slow kiss to the top of her head, holding her there for as long as he could. She slotted herself easily into his arms once more afterwards and I smiled softly at the picture they made. 

“Feel like I sorta intruded on your lil girls moment.” Marshall said after a moment had passed, clearing his throat in a way that told me he’d been struggling to hold back his own emotions. He smiled though when Rosie’s head turned against his chest, her doe eyes peering out from under the shelter of her father’s chin to take me in. He shucked her shoulder, “I was waitin’ on you to come home, went lookin’ and everything when I didn’t hear you.” He added, prodding her side just enough to erupt a quiet laugh from the girl and have her squirming to get away. 

“Dad.” Rosie huffed in warning, batting the man’s hands away from her as she scootched back a notch, far enough to have her pressing against my side now.

“Z.” Marshall mimicked in the same drawn out tone, earning another soft chuckle that had his shoulders slipping just an inch. He smiled as he watched her, but ultimately let his face settle into something more subdued, “I ain’t messin’, girlie. You shoulda come and found me.”

His words were met by the prominent scrunch of her nose. “I found El.” Was the defence she made.

I couldn’t help the amused quirk my mouth formed as I draped an arm over her shoulders to show that I hadn’t minded in the least, pulling her in close and allowing my worry to unwind now that I knew she was doing better. Em levelled the pair of us with a long stare, but ultimately resorted to shaking his head when he was met by the same gesture in turn. Z peered up at me then to share a smug smile, her eyes were still a little too pink for my liking but it really did further enhance the blue of her irises.

Marshall’s slight exhale recaptured our shared attention and I wasn’t all that surprised to see that Em was focusing on Z’s knees now that the initial storm had passed us. The slight tick of his jaw told me that he was still holding onto a cage full of feelings, but his touch was as gentle as ever, Rosie was none the wiser.

“Gotta clean these up, kiddo.”

It earned him a hefty grimace in response, which made me chuckle to myself before I squeezed Rosie’s shoulder in a show of compassion. “It’ll be quick,” I promised, “Just a quick once over and then we can plaster them babies up.”

She laughed lightly and eventually nodded, but it was as she went to stand that she squealed, not having expected the way Marshall went and scooped her right up. “Dad!”

I couldn’t hold back the snickers that climbed their way up and out of my mouth upon seeing the way Em didn’t bat an eye at the loud exclamation, nor the way Rosie pounded on his shoulder in hopes to be let down. 

It was only as we reached the doorway, laughing away, that I realised I’d been following the pair and suddenly, feeling like an intruder, I fumbled slightly in my gait. Something which Marshall appeared to pick up on because he paused at the top of the stairs to look back at me, raising a brow and smirking ever so when he gestured his head over, “You comin’ or what? Gonna need some help here, this patient seems like the real aggressive type.”

“Am not!”

Rosie’s evident mirth was drowned out by Em’s heavy sigh, “Denial, too.” He teased whilst somehow managing to keep up his stoic charade, “Guessin’ they just be letting anyone in these days.”

So I’d followed with a blithe smile, chiming in on the joke as we descended the staircase and made our way into the kitchen to where Marshall seemed to keep a First Aid kit on hand. I quietly figured that I should probably remedy the lack of my own when I got back to London, especially seeing as I could be as clumsy as a newborn foal most days. Did everyone have one, was that typically expected?

But true to my word, Em made quick work of cleaning the grazes on the girl’s knees and covered them up with a couple of plasters (“Band aids!”) dotted in comic book characters. Something which had earned Marshall a raised brow even when he’d avoided my stare, obviously feeling sheepish at having been caught out. He checked on her head afterwards too, crouching ever so slightly to look in her eyes now that she was perched up on the counter.

“How many fingers?” He asked for the third time now, crossing his own eyes as he wiggled a hand before her.

She giggled, “Five.”

“ER, wrong!” Marshall sounded, creating his own buzzer as he dropped his hand to his side in mock disappointment.

“Am not!” Rosie argued back, narrowing her eyes at him, the gesture lost upon seeing the strength of her smile.

“Are too,” He shot straight back anyway, “It was four fingers and one thumb.”

“You’re so annoying,” She claimed but seemed far too amused by his antics to be truly irritated by it all, “And I’m fine, it’s just a bump!”

Em hummed doubtfully, though he still pressed another kiss to the side of her head before he pulled away to put the rest of the kit back in its box. “Gotta be careful with stuff like that, baby. Head’s a precious thing.” He resorted to telling her and I was evidently reminded of the story he’d shared earlier in the day, about the time when he’d been hit hard enough in the head to have left him lying unconscious in a hospital bed. He patted her knee carefully to send her on her way, “Go on, go get changed. We can order out, okay? Your pick. That sound good?”

Rosie all but beamed at the offer as she slid from off the counter top to do as she was told. It was only when we’d heard her telltale steps on the stairs that Em slumped once more, the fight of having to pretend around her slipping out of him like water through a storm drain.

“Could kill that kid, I swear.” He muttered harshly into the quiet, his hand shaking ever so slightly as he reached out to shove the antiseptic wipes he’d used back into the box. Fists clenching around nothing but air when he withdrew.

I acted before I could think things through, stepping closer to press my forehead to the back of his shoulder in an attempt to offer comfort. I felt him tense at the sudden touch and waited a moment for him to pull completely away when he surprised me by slackening once more, only he unwound a little further this time around.

“It’s not on you.” I reminded him gently and lifted my hand to trail a fingertip down the curve of his spine. His breathing stuttered slightly, barely even audible to me, before he scoffed, closing the kit with a loud click. I let my fingers press a little harder into the thin fabric of his t-shirt, unwilling to be brushed aside. “It’s not on you, Marshall.” I repeated into the silence of the kitchen, wanting to be heard. 

He sighed and I felt, more than heard, him swallow back the biting words that I knew wanted to escape, “Fuckin’ feels like it.” Is what he settled on.

My eyes caught on the small trail I’d been making, it had started out with a soft line drawing up and down at first, but now I was circling over each knob of his spine without much thought. 

“‘Course it does, Em. Doesn’t mean anything more than that though.” I exhaled softly, “You’re a good dad, the best even. But stuff like this happens with all kids, if it wasn’t down to your notability, then it would’ve been down to something else.” 

The assurance wasn’t lost on him, I knew that much, but it was also one thing to hear it and another to allow it the space to sink in.

His palms came to rest on the top of the counter as he let go of another heaved breath, “I knew it would happen though, should’ve prepared her better, should've let her know. But I didn’t want–”

“Didn’t want her to fear other people?” I figured.

“Yeah,” He blew out hopelessly, his shoulders moving with it. “She’s already been affected by all this, I didn’t want her growin’ up sheltered, feelin’ like she couldn’t trust her friends, the people that are meant to look out for her. You know?”

I lifted my head away from the curve of his shoulder but allowed my hand to linger on the small of his back, “You can’t shield her from it all. As much as it hurts, you’re gonna have to let her learn. Sometimes it’ll end in tears, but at least you’ll always be here for her when it happens.”

He was quiet for a long moment before I felt him start to shift beneath me, I let my hand drop and lifted my chin to look up at him, his position between the counter and I made all the more obvious in that moment. “But I wasn’t there this time.”

Frowning, I was confused by his words. “You were. I just literally watched you patch her up and stop her tears, Marshall. If that’s not being there, then what is?”

He shook his head minutely, but where I expected him to dip his chin or glance away in a show of huffy resentment, he didn’t, instead his gaze held strong. “She didn’t come lookin’ for me.” He stated, voice barely above a murmur but determined, “She found you.”

I didn’t quite know how to respond to that, because his words didn’t feel accusing. No, they somehow sounded both soft and heavy at the same time. “Marshall,” I tried, but nothing appeared to follow it. His smile was small but genuine in that next moment and as he reached out for me, I could do nothing but hold still.

His fingers dragged their way down the length of my arm to capture my hand in his own, I withheld a shiver at the featherlight touch but kept watching, unsure of what it meant, of what he wanted. He squeezed the digits ever so slightly in a fist and stepped closer so soundlessly that it was almost like he hadn’t moved at all, as though he’d always been there. Just a breath away.

Slowly but surely, he raised his other hand too and I felt my skin warm beneath it when he moved to tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear. I blinked at the sudden shift and couldn’t deny the way I watched his eyes flicker downwards before they jumped back up to look me dead on. 

“I like these.” He murmured, voice still as gruff as it had just been when his fingers moved to trail over the curve of my jaw, “Dotted with stars.” His mouth quirked up ever so slightly, gaze caught on the freckles which littered my skin. 

My breath caught in my throat at the blatant caress, the weight it held, but I didn’t dare move, my own hands twitching to reach out and touch. But it was his next sentence that knocked the air from my lungs, because I didn’t think anyone ever had, or ever would, say something like it to me again.

“You really are made up of constellations, ain’t you?”

Somehow, he’d managed to shuffle even closer. His shoes knocked against the sides of my socked feet. I held my breath. Waiting.

His thumb skirted over the corner of my bottom lip and the breath I’d been holding left me shakily, fanning across the back of his hand. I lifted my eyes carefully, surprised to already find him watching me and my every move. It seemed as though his head tilted right after, he was leaning in, heavy stare jumping back and forth between my own glazed eyes. I thought… I thought–

Footsteps.

Just like that and he was withdrawing. Quicker than a cat caught near water and straightening up like nothing had even occurred at all the second Rosie came spinning into the room, her eyes bright and smile beaming.

I swallowed, throat dry, but tongue practically salivating. I wanted to reach out again, to press the action. But my head was addled, whirling with what had happened, what could have. Then before I could even react Rosie was sliding up beside me, talking a mile a minute about what to have for dinner. Right, I reminded myself, the takeaway.

I didn’t dare chance another glance in Marshall’s direction as I let the girl drag me over to the drawer full of flyers and menus they had, nodding and smiling when appropriate but my mind was still stuck on the feel of his hands, the weight of his gaze.

Another issue to add to my ever growing list of worries, I supposed. 

I was entirely fucked. I knew it too, because I couldn’t for the life of me get my pulse to calm down even as I rattled off some sort of order through the phone, only meeting the man’s eye for a splintered second when I’d fumbled my way through typing out the restaurant's number. He knew. He had to have known how affected I was and yet he looked away, lips pressing into a firm line. I wondered what would have happened if Rosie had only taken a minute longer.

Constellations, he’d claimed. Made up of stars. 

How was I supposed to act after having heard something like that?

How was I meant to continue on not knowing if he’d really meant it?

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𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: Some are a tad bit more suggestive than the rest, just a heads up.

𝙽𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚃𝚘𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛

Anxiously he stood in the airport lobby, being in public spaces has never been their greatest strength- social anxiety sucks ass. However that wasn't the only thing he was anxious about- they were just about to meet up with MC. The two of them had been planning this for months, and now that MC has quit their old job (honestly it was about damn time) because they refused to grant them their vacation days- the two were finally able to be in each other's arms after seven months.

His phone lit up with a new notification, followed by another and another. The shit connection from the airport had delayed their arrival times.

"Landed, going to baggage claim.""Gods I'm nervous, but super excited!" "Toasty, where are you?" "Toasty" "Toast?"

Quickly they respond, foot tapping on the floor as his anxiety peaks. MC was in the building. They were so close. Excitement bursts through his chest, while the anxiety that they just couldn't shake- twisted their stomach into knots. What if he wasn't what they were expecting? What if they regret agreeing to come? The thoughts made him feel much smaller in the room crowded with people.

"Let me know when you get to the lobby, there's too many people here for me to get to the baggage claim."

MC had shot back a quick thumbs up emote, most likely focusing on their current task of retreiving their belongings. NakedToaster stood there, back to a beam, their foot tapping the ground faster now as he looked back and forth between the escalators that people were coming down from baggage claim on. When he saw an all too familiar person, typing away at their phone while going down the escalator before he got a notifcation- they knew it was them.

Carefully but also instinctively he navigated through the crowd, eyes locked on their target before he stood not even two feet away. "MC?" he spoke, reaching out and tapping the person's shoulder gently. They looked up shocked before a grin spread across their face, dropping their suitcase before jumping to pull the 6'4 giant into a hug. "TOAST!" they shouted happily, their grip tightening around his shoulders as they slowly return the embrace and a smile grew on his lips.

"H-Hey!" he said, internally beating themself up for stuttering like a fool. "C'mon let's get out of here. Too many people." they said before grabbing MC's bag for them and guiding them to the exit quickly, getting to his car. Once inside the vehicle he began to calm down a bit, "You alright? I know you don't do well with crowds hun, but I didn't think it'd be that bad. Do you want me to drive?" MC said quietly as to not overwhelm him, taking his hand gently and rubbing their thumb over the backside of it.

NakedToaster shook their head gently, offering his partner a soft smile as they blush slightly- giving their hand a gentle squeeze. "No, thank you though... I- I love you." he said softly, blush blooming farther across his cheeks and ears. MC giggles softly before Toast groaned loudly and rested their forhead on the driver's wheel. "I love you too Toast. But look at me for a second, please?" they asked, scooting closer to the center consol of the car. He picked up their head and looked towards his partner still flustered but curiously. "What gonna embarass me mo-" he started before being cut off softly as MC leaned over the console and kissed them gently.

It took a moment for Toast to register what was happening before they melted into the kiss, bringing a hand to cup MC's jawline gently- hand shaking from nerves. When the kiss broke, they both were blushing. "I- woah." he muttered softly, resulting in MC nodding softly in flustered agreement with a shakey smile before backing away to sit back in their seat.

With what just happened- Toast knew that once the month long visit was over, it'd be extremely difficult to let them go back to their house. But right now? That didn't matter to either of them.

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MC paced around their house, rearranging everything to be perfect for his arrival. They needed something to do so that their nerves didn't swallow them whole, after all- Quest was coming to their house. He was going to be here, alone, with them- in all of his tattoed glory. Just the thought alone brought a small blush to MC's face before they shook the (possibly sinful) thoughts of him from their mind and contiued patting down the banket thrown over their coach for the fifth time in the last thirty minutes.

Suddenly the doorbell rang, the pre-set jingle flowing through the house- stunning MC to a stop. He was here. Quest was right outside the door, waiting for them. Quickly they take a breath, hoping to calm themself down at least a little bit more before answering the door. Wiping down their clothes from any excess dust, they take one last moment before opening the door- revealing a 6'0 man standing there in a dark blue turtle neck, a black cover up, matching slacks and a bundle of fresh red roses in his hands.

"MC! For a second here I thought I had the wrong house!" He said with a nervous chuckle, making them laugh a bit as well as they moved aside motioning him inside. "Come on in Quest, sorry I took so long opening the door. Was in the middle of something." they explained with a smile, fiddling with either hands nervously- being in person was way different then seeing this absoulte unit of a man in person.

He entered the house, looking around a bit before his eyes fall to MC's nervous form- closing the door behind them. "You alright? You seem more nervous then when SoceityBoy was in the Bloomic server..." he said softly, reaching out a free hand to them but not touching them- just in case. "Oh! I'm alright, just- it's different having you here. In my house. Rather than through screens... I- don't know exactly what to do first." they say with a small laugh, slowly guiding him towards the living room- him noticing the excessive preening the smaller of the two had done before he had gotten here.

"Well, let me try then. Here- I brought these for you." he said, extending the flowers to MC gently with a soft smile on his face. Graciously they accepted the flowers, giving them a quick whiff before looking back up to the tall man with a smile. "Thank you Quest, you really didn't need to get me anything- but this is...very sweet of you." they said, looking around for one their stored away vases to keep the gentle flowers in.

"I wanted too, after all..." he started before he gently pulled MC closer to him by the waist and leaned down towards them slightly. "I'm getting to see the most amazing partner in the entire world in person for the very first time, it felt like a necessary thing to do." he said lowly with a small smirk intergrating into his smile as he observed the blush that radiated off of MC's cheeks at their proximity.

Carefully, Quest put the flowers on the counter behind MC so they wouldn't get crushed before pulling them even closer. "Is this okay?" he asked softly, his flirtatious front falling as he took their comfort into account. After dealing with a terrible ex-boyfriend like SocietyBoy, he didn't want to make any moves that could hurt them in anyway- guess that's the Xander in him. They nod softly before their eyes flit between meeting his and his lips before they gulped softly- avoiding eye contact, but the nervous acts did not go unnoticed by Quest as he gently brought his lips to theirs. It was soft, but intense at the same time- all of the built up love and affection of six months of long distance crashing down on the two of them.

When the kiss broke, MC found themself instinctively following after him- not ready to be seperated just yet, and Quest happily obliged to his lover's desperate need for closeness. When they reconnected, the kiss was far more heated as MC gripped tightly at his turtleneck and he seemed to pull them ever closer to him as he pushed them against the counter. When it broke again, MC putting their hands gently against his chest as they looked down- catching their breath and trying to still their racing heart.

"I love you MC." he said through baited breaths. "I love you too Quest, thank you for coming." they replied with a smile, nuzzling into his chest and hugging him tightly.

𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚕

He was excited, having finally been granted permission to leave his college campus for good- shown by his architecture degree that was carefully framed and packed away in his suitcase that stood right beside him by the curb. Nightowl wasn't the type to enjoy driving, but lucky enough for him he has a loving partner in the same state that just so happens to be willing to drive for hours to bring him home. Some would call it 'going to fast' but it felt like it took too long for him.

It has been three months since he'd met and gotten together with MC, sure it was definetely a fast growing relationship- but it worked for both of them. And now? He was moving into their house, just to be closer physically. As a sleek, black Hundai Genesis G80 rolled around the entry corner he felt his excitement grow- despite the tinted glass he could see his lover in the driver's seat. When the car pulls to a stop by the curb in front of him, he started to grab his bags but paused when he heard the car door open and rushed speedwalking.

"Darling!" they said with a grin, wrapping him into a tight hug quickly before he could properly react. When the shock died down he laughed cheerfully and hugged them back just as tightly, "My love! Thank you for coming to get me, it feels so good to have you in my arms..." he said, nuzzling his face in between their shoudler and neck- memorizing their warmth and smell. MC laughed a bit, being slightly tickled by his hair brushing against their skin gently.

"It's no problem, it was an excuse to see you for one AND you're moving into my house so might as well." they say, putting a hand into the boy's hair letting him stay there as long as he felt like it. A comfortable silence erupted between the two, only the hum of the car's engine persisting. The feeling of his lover finally being in his arms was euphoric, and he couldn't stop his tendancies as he started to gently pepper kisses across the skin availible to him on the neck and shoulder space.

MC's breathing took a swift halt, the gentle kisses making their skin shiver- it had been so long since they were given this level of affection in person. It felt both foreign and familiar- but in the best way possible as they let out small shaky breaths. "Hun- we...we should get your bags into the car." they said shakily before nightowl raised his head and gave them the puppy eyes, letting out a light whine. "But gorgeous!!! I just wanna shower you with affection, pleaseeee??? A few more minutes???" he asked, puffing out his bottom lip a bit to intensify his pouty face.

MC laughed lightly at his silly shenanigans, cupping his face and placing a light peck on his nose before breaking from his grasp and grabbing his bags off of the ground to put them in the trunk. Nightowl stood there stunned for a moment before literally shaking his head like a puppy, a blush on his cheeks "H-Hey! You missed!" he practically shouted, making his partner laugh lightheartedly. "The sooner we get home, the sooner you can get an actual kiss birdy. I promise." they said with a playful smile before slipping into the driver's seat.

With a happy grin he got into the passenger side of the car, excited by the prospect of their house now becoming both of their home. Even as he sat down and buckled up, he couldn't sit still- his excitement evident and making MC chuckle a bit as they started the long drive home, a soft hand resting on his thigh the whole ride home.

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Xyx was focused, being more careful then usual on his motorcycle as he sped towards their designated meet up point- he was just moments away from the love of his life, MC. A grin spread across his face as he sped up a bit more, hoping to get there faster- he needed them close sooner rather than later, after all...it's been nine months since they've gotten together and they've never even within physical range of each other. Not once did he get to feel their delicate skin against his own, nor did he get to see their face bloom a beautiful red as he teased them directly and not through a screen.

Cat sat in front of him, strapped to his chest with a custom made helmet on their little head- they were also excited to see MC. After all, they now meowed at the screen everytime they realized Xyx was on call with them- pawing gently at the screen, trying to get to them. Eventually, he pulled to a stop in front of an apartment building, a temporary living arrangement they've made until they find a place they can both mutually agree on.

Quickly he got off the bike, turning it off and taking the keys from the ignition- putting the kick stand down and pulling off his helmet as well as Cat's. He entered the establishment quickly, carefully unstrapping cat from his chest as he approached the elevator- he knew which room he was going to already and had been given instructions for once inside the building. Apparentally, the staff at the establishment aren't permitted to show people to rooms without them having proof of rooming there- privacy and legal contracting stuff. Luckily they didn't question him as the elevator closed, and he went to the top floor- the bought out apartment he insisted on was of course the suite, only the best for the best.

He approached the door, setting Cat down on the floor before knocking and adjusting his backpack strap. The door swung open swiftly, revealing MC grinning excitedly bouncing on their toes and before Xyx could get a single word out Cat meowed loudly- pawing at their shins, making them giggle. "My two favorite beings are here! Hi hi!" they said excitedly, picking up the cat and pulling Xyx inside the suite. "So Cat gets a hug and I don't? I see how it is." he teases, pulling off his bag and leaning against the entryway wall.

"No no no! Hold on! The baby was just- she got to me first." MC defended quickly, hugging the feline to their chest and nuzzling into their fur. "Oh so it's a competition huh?" he says, a devious smirk on his face as his eyes showed he was planning something. "Y'know what? Yeah. Yeah it was, Cat just loves me more." they say turning around, acting overly sassy for show as they pet Cat's head gently- the feline releasing calming purrs.

Suddenly Xyx wrapped his arms around MC's waist, making them squeal as he picked them up from behind and walking to the couch- gently tossing them down, making Cat scurry off to explore. "H-Hey! X you could've hurt Cat!" they said playfully glaring at their boyfriend before he crawled over them, putting his face in their chest and holding them close. "She's fine, but right now? You're mine. If I have to prove it, I will. Mine." he muttered into his partner's clothed chest- his cheeks heating.

MC chuckled a bit, blush spreading across their cheeks. "How exactly would you prove that huh? Gonna make me wear a collar like a cat or something?" they tease with a laugh. He groans into their chest before lifting himself up, a soft blush on his cheeks and ears before he leans back down- face in the crook of their neck. It was a moment later that he was biting down gently on their skin, leaving soft red marks behind. "I'll think about that collar, but for now these will do." he says teasingly, kissing each one softly.

MC laughed fullheartedly, despite being flustered they found it adorable how he felt the need to show off that they were exclusively his. "You're a big softie under that memeable surface, and I love it so damn much." they say, hugging his head into their chest again. "Only for you." he muttered into their chest as he cuddled into them, listening to their heart beat- studying it and trying to match his own to it. "I never thought I'd get to say this to someone- but I love you MC." he said quietly, listening to their heart race slightly faster afterwards- making him smile. "I love you too Xyx, all of you." they said quietly in return.

The two stayed bundled up like that until Cat returned and hopped onto Xyx's back, curling into a ball and chosing him as her new bed for the moment- making him unable to move. It was a small family, but it was perfect for them.

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Like Hoarded Gold (Part 1) Yandere!Gojo/Geto x Fem!Reader

Part 2

Summary: Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo are complete strangers to you, but when they unexpectedly learn of the tragic news that has irrevocably shattered your life to pieces, the two of them become determined to help you and make you happy again, whether you want them to or not.

Warnings: Not many for this chapter, just the guys being nosy creeps for now.

Side Note: I do NOT and never will condone the actions committed in this or any future chapters, please be mindful and respectful of the fact that all of this is purely fiction.

“Come on, babe.”

Satoru Gojo moaned shamelessly into the kiss he shared with his lifelong friend and romantic partner, Suguru Geto, as he pressed the dark haired man down into the gym mat of the darkened storeroom they had snuck into.

“You're so fucking needy.” 

Suguru playfully taunted him, even as he groaned and pawed at the other young man just as desperately, his hands finally finding purchase on Satoru’s hips so he could grind their still clothed and aching erections together.

They’d had a break between lectures and when Satoru had teasingly suggested that the two of them find a quiet spot for a quicky, he had been more than happy to agree, which was how they now found themselves in their current situation; namely, the two of them laid out on an old mat in the storeroom of the college gym, desperately dry-humping one another.

“You're not gonna sound so cocky once I’m balls-deep in your tight fucking ass.” Satoru shot back, nipping his neck hard enough that it was surely going to leave a very noticeable bruise, one he knew Suguru would wear with immense pride and satisfaction.

Suguru’s chuckle was deep and sensual as he reached between them to begin unbuckling his boyfriend's belt and pants, desperate to get his large hands wrapped around Satoru’s fat cock.

“Wanna bet on-”

The door to the storeroom suddenly creaked open and both men instantly froze as dim light from the previously empty gym briefly flooded the space before closing and going dark again.

“Shit!” Satoru whispered harshly into his ear, just loud enough so only he would hear it. “Did a professor or someone else follow us?”

It's not like the two of them had ever tried to hide their relationship from the public, such a thing would have been an impossible endeavor anyway, what with how affectionate and touchy Satoru could be most of the time. But even with their relationship being public knowledge, it still hadn't stopped the occasional creeper or fame-chaser from trying to catch them in compromising situations, usually to try and extort the white haired young man for a cut of his rather impressively large fortune and inheritance.

With the unexpected death of his parents only four years prior, and Satoru being their only child, he had been the sole beneficiary to the Gojo family's vast wealth and assets, and while he still had to graduate college first before he could receive the entirety of his inheritance in full, the monthly stipend he received every month to fund their lifestyle until then was certainly nothing to sneeze at.

But it also had the unfortunate drawback of painting a big red bullseye on his back, and subsequently Suguru’s as well, one that led some people to think that they would be an easy target for some quick cash if a compromising photo could be taken and dangled over their heads.

“Just stay quiet for now.” Suguru replied, then tenderly kissed Satoru's cheek with the kind of affection he knew would leave the Gojo heir blushing. “If they try anything, I'll be the one to handle it.”

And he meant it to, he had already beat the shit out of a few creeps for trying this kind of shit, and would be more than willing to do so again if it came down to it.

Satoru was his, and he would always have his back, just like he knew Satoru would always have his.

The two of them, thankfully, were tucked away in a corner of the storeroom behind some stacked boxes of equipment, so they would see anyone that came around the corner, but when no one came, the two of them slowly rose to their feet to take a peek around, wondering if maybe the individual actually hadn't stuck around and left when the door shut.

But there, leaning against the wall next to the door was a young girl, one who both men briefly recognized as a first year, more specifically, she was a foreign exchange student who they just so happened to share one or two classes with this semester.

You had your phone drawn up to your ear and seemed to be calling the same number repeatedly as your expression grew more and more frantic every time the person(s) on the other end failed to pick up.

“The fuck?” Satoru silently mouthed as they looked at one another, confusion written all over each other's faces, but Suguru was just as lost as his partner and only shook his head at him.

He now suspected that you had no idea you weren't alone in here, which meant that you weren't a threat, so his posture had relaxed once more, but now he was also fairly curious as to what had brought you here, and who you were so desperately trying to get ahold of.

And based on the noticeable gleam in Satoru's bright blue eyes, Suguru knew he was also just as curious.

And then, as if their nosiness had triggered something on the other end of your phone, they suddenly heard your voice speak, your tone sounding both relieved and panicked as words, in what they were able to tell was English, began tumbling out of your mouth in fast succession.

The only problem however, was that neither of them knew enough of the language to be able to piece full sentences together.

“Oh come on!” Satoru quietly groaned in exasperation.

He knew enough to be able to pick out a few words here and there; words like ‘no’ and ‘please’ and ‘wait’, which you seemed to be repeating quite often as your voice grew more and more panicked, but eventually, whoever was on the other end must have abruptly ended the call, because you stopped talking as the phone slowly slid from your slackened grip and fell to the floor with a loud enough crash that he knew without even seeing it that the damn things screen was likely shattered to bits from the impact with the concrete flooring.

You looked so sad and heartbroken in that moment, and before either man knew what was happening, you dropped to your knees with a sickening thud that left both of them wincing. Your knees were most definitely going to be in a world of hurt once you finally managed to pull yourself out of whatever dark hole that conversation had thrown you into.

And then came the wailing…

The sounds that came pouring out of you were absolutely gut wrenching, and despite not knowing anything about you, not even your name, it took everything Satoru and Suguru had to stop themselves from going to you and demanding what it was that had caused this.

You had your arms wrapped so tightly around yourself, like you would fall to pieces if you weren't holding yourself together in that lonely embrace, and you were sobbing so hard that they both feared you might actually make yourself sick if you didn't get your breathing under control.

“What do you think we should do?” Suguru whispered.

Satoru didn't once take his eyes off you as he shook his head in uncertainty.

“I honestly don't know.” He answered. “We would probably just make things worse if we suddenly pop out and she learns we've been here this whole time.”

Suguru had to agree, and as much as it killed him to stand back and let your trauma unfold like this, he knew that Satoru was right.

Neither of them completely understood why they had this unexplainable urge to go to you, someone who was a complete and total stranger, but it was a matter they were going to have to ponder together and discuss at great length before making any solid decisions on.

But for now, they simply had to let the situation run its natural course and hope for the best, even if waiting and patience was never either of their strong suits.

And so they did.

They waited for almost thirty minutes, watching and listening to the sound of your very soul shattering as you cried yourself into exhaustion before you eventually managed to pick yourself back up off the floor and slowly and silently exit the storage space. Neither of them failed to notice the dead expression on your face or how utterly lifeless your eyes appeared to be, and both men knew it had little to do with the poor lighting from the few small windows sprinkled along the walls near the ceiling.

And only once they were certain they were alone again did both Satoru and Suguru finally release the breath neither of them realized they were simultaneously holding.

“Fucking hell…” Satoru groaned and slumped down to the floor to sit on his haunches. “What was that all about?” He asked, looking up at Suguru through feather soft lashes.

Suguru leaned back against the wall across from him and let out his own sigh of frustration.

He didn't understand what this feeling was or where it was coming from, but it was taking all his restraint not to go chasing after you, to make certain you didn't do anything foolish.

Perhaps it had something to do with seeing you in such a vulnerable state when you thought you were completely alone…

He had seen plenty of his friends in bad moods or had been a shoulder for them to cry on when they were stressed and upset, but he had never seen anyone in real life break apart so uncontrollably the way you had just now; not even Satoru after the death of his parents, if one could even call those two absent shit-stains by the title of parent.

“I don't know.” He whispered. “Maybe she has a significant other back home and they got into a fight or something?”

He saw the darkened look that flashed across Satoru's face and knew immediately that the thought of that prospect didn't settle with him any better than it did with Suguru himself.

“Or someone she knows could have gotten hurt, or even died.” Satoru casually stated, and wondered what it must have said about him that he hoped it was that and not Suguru's option.

This was not what either of them had expected to deal with today, not that anyone could have predicted it, but now that they had witnessed what you obviously must have thought was a moment of extreme vulnerability, their interest was thoroughly piqued and he knew that neither he nor Suguru would be able to walk away and just forget about it so easily.

At the very least, he wanted to know the details of the situation, even if they couldn't do anything about it to help you in the end, because if he didn't, then those mournful cries of yours would follow him for a long time, possibly forever, and he wasn't entirely sure he could stay sane if the burning question of it wasn't answered.

“Come on, let's go home for the rest of the day and figure out what we want to do.” Suguru said, and held his hand out to help his boyfriend rise to his feet. “There's no point in attending any more of our classes today if neither of us will be able to properly concentrate.”

It wasn't until they were almost to the door that something caught Satoru's attention and he had to pause for a moment to thank the heavens for his good fortune, because there was your shattered phone, still laying on the ground where it had originally dropped.

“It must be our lucky day, babe.” He said with a grin, bending down to pick up the device.

“I'm not too surprised, the poor thing was practically catatonic when she left, and a broken phone was probably the last thing on her mind.” Suguru wrapped his arms around Satoru's middle and rested his chin in the crook of his neck to look over his shoulder and watch him gingerly tap at the screen. “Maybe we could use returning it as an excuse to talk to her?” He suggested, but dismissed the idea just as quickly when he realized that would mean needing to explain how they found it and how they knew it was yours.

Satoru nodded his head absentmindedly, already knowing that he and Suguru had likely reached the same conclusion on that option, but he had one that might prove to be a bit more useful to them in the long run, especially as the lock screen lit up and showed both men that it was only the protective cover over the screen that was shattered. The sturdy case and screen protector had spared it from any true damage, and as he stared at the picture you had set of you and what appeared to be your parents at your high school graduation ceremony, he couldn't help but feel that fate was too good a word to describe this opportunity, and it had to mean something so much more.

“Let's stop by a cell-phone store on the way home.” He suggested, before pocketing the device and turning to give his boyfriend a conspiratorial wink and smile. “I have an idea of my own that I think you'll like a whole lot more.”

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Later on that night, Satoru and Suguru found themselves snuggled up together on the couch that faced the large wall of windows in their penthouse apartment that overlooked the Tokyo city skyline.

When the two of them had first graduated high school together nearly four years earlier and started apartment hunting together, they had immediately been sold on this particular property, located in Minato, based solely on the views it provided of the city at night, and naturally, with Satoru being who he was, they ended up with the absolute best the building had to offer, right at the very top on the 45th floor.

It had already come fully furnished at the time they had first moved in, but over the course of their almost four year residency, they had slowly replaced everything with pieces that were more suited to their own tastes and preferences.

That was one thing that he loved so much about Satoru, despite the apartment being in his name and the money from his monthly stipends paying for everything they had, his boyfriend never made him feel less than for not being able to contribute more than his ability to cook and help clean. Satoru always told him that the money was just as much his, and had even gone so far as to get Suguru's name put on the account and debit/credit cards of his very own so he never had to ask for money.

Satoru, for all his childish tendencies and spoiled entitlement, saw the two of them as equal partners in their relationship, and did everything he possibly could to show him that at every opportunity.

But the greatest gift of all, besides just being in his life, had been in the form of his college expenses.

Satoru had always been destined to attend his parents alma mater, the University of Tokyo, but for Suguru, with his poorer background and lack of financial resources, despite his excellent grades and a long list of extracurriculars that had earned him a full scholarship to the elite high school they had both attended, the prestigious university had always felt more like a far off and unattainable dream as he'd sent in his application for it, and half a dozen other more affordable and realistic schools.

Schools that were far enough away that it would have seen him and Satoru separated and likely to break up.

So when, mere days after his parents' funeral, Satoru had expressed a keen desire to pay for his tuition entirely from his own pocket, just to help him achieve his dreams and keep them from being separated, Suguru had known then and there that the white haired young man was the one for him.

It wasn't about the money though, Suguru had never given a single thought to asking his, admittedly very wealthy boyfriend, for financial assistance. It was Satoru's genuine desire to help him and not lose each other that had cemented it in his mind that they were it for one another; that, come hell or high water, he would fight tooth and nail to keep what they had, and Satoru had been more that eager to share the sentiment.

And now, here they were, making what might be one of the biggest decisions of their life together as they scrolled through your now deactivated phone, and seething with rage at what they were learning.

“You're reading the same thing as me, right? I’m not misinterpreting this?” Satoru asked through clenched teeth.

Suguru's mood wasn't much better as he took the phone from his boyfriend's tightening grip to read the translated email more closely.

“No, you're not.”

After leaving campus for the day, the first thing they had done was drive to a small electronics store on the outskirts of the city to have your phone deactivated. And thankfully, with the help of a very hefty bribe, the creep working the shady storefront had been more than happy to ignore the questionable ethics of forcefully disconnecting and resetting the password on a phone that clearly didn't belong to either of the men asking for it to be done, and in less than thirty minutes, the two had been on their merry way back home.

It had been Suguru's idea to run everything on your phone through a translator app so they could try and figure out what was going on with you, and while they both felt a mild sense of guilt over snooping so deeply into your private life, they told themselves it was for your own good, that they were only trying to help.

The translations were by no means perfect, but both men were smart enough to read between the lines and mentally fix whatever errors there were in the process, and while your text messages had been a bust, with most of them being fairly quick and concise, your emails proved to be much more fruitful.

And rage inducing…

Satoru had been right in assuming that whatever had brought on your traumatic breakdown had to do with your family, but if what they were reading had any kind of truth to it, which neither of them were truly doubting, then it was so much worse than just someone you knew and loved dying on you.

The email in question was from your mother and read as followed;

(Y/N), I know this will come as a tremendous shock to you whenever you read this, and I need you to understand that me and your father are not making this decision to be cruel to you, but you are no longer a child, you are a grown woman on her own at college, in another country no less, and I feel like I should be allowed to be honest with you about the changes both our lives are about to take.

I think you are well aware by now that having you was not a choice neither I nor your father made willingly, you were a genuine accident, and while we care about you and want you to succeed more than anything, you are grown now and fully capable of no longer needing us. Me and your father put our dreams and desires on hold and raised you for nineteen years, and now it is time for us to be allowed to live our lives how we see fit. We have already sold the house and all but its most important items, all of your belongings have been packed up and moved to a storage unit that I have provided the number for down below. It has been paid off for the next six months while you decide how and what to do with it, but this is the final assistance we will give you, as we need all the money we can spare to begin our new lives elsewhere.

I know this is going to be very hard for you to understand, but your father and I were free spirits before we had you, travel and adventure was our life, and while we did our due diligence upon having you, I won't lie and say that you were our greatest joy. Having to be tied down to one place for so long in order to give you the stability you required, it killed us a little inside with each year that passed, and now that we are finally free, we feel it is best we no longer keep in contact with you going forward. It will only serve to remind us of a time we no longer want to think about, and it will only give you false hope in the end that things could go back to your perceived version of normal, and that is not fair to any of us.

We will be replacing our phones and numbers at the end of the week, so feel free to call us anytime between now and then if you have anything to say or add.

And please, take care of yourself and live your life to the fullest.

That was where the email ended.

It had been sent less than 24 hours ago, and a quick check of your call log showed them that your parents were indeed the last people you had tried calling, your mother having been the one to finally pick up and respond to your, now understandably, very frantic calls earlier in the storage room.

“What kind of sorry excuse for a mother would do this to their own child?” Satoru asked, his voice as cold and icy as his eyes and hair. “My parents were shit at being parents, and even they would have never done something as cruel and heartless as this.”

Suguru nodded in complete agreement as he reread the words on the screen again for a third time, and had to fight down every urge he had to punch this awful woman's number into his own phone and give her a piece of his mind.

“The only kind of people who could do this with as little remorse as she seems to have, are the kind that should have never been allowed to conceive in the first place.” The dark haired man responded, and draped an arm over his loves shoulders for comfort.

The two sat in silence for a long while after that, slowly processing everything they had learned, and in that time, Satoru had opened up your photo gallery for them to look through, idly scrolling through picture after picture, wanting to understand you further and gain insight into who you were. They started from the oldest ones at the very top, which seemed to date back three years, and while you seemed more interested in taking pictures of other people and the things and places around you, when a photo of yourself did eventually pop up every now and then, it always blindsided then how joyful and happy you seemed, especially in contrast with how they had seen you earlier, so sad and broken.

“So, what do we do now, Suguru?”

Suguru sighed, having known they would eventually have to discuss this.

“I know we were mostly just curious to find out what was the cause of her breakdown earlier, but now that we know the whole story, I don't think I can just leave this situation alone.” He said, and felt Satoru relax beside him, that was enough to tell him that his partner felt the same as him.

“Normally, I'd say that destiny and fate can suck my fat cock, but I don't feel like it was just mere coincidence that led to us being in that storage room with her today, it was definitely something more.” Satoru said, his confidence returning in full force as he stared down at a picture of your bright and smiling face, wishing more than anything that they could see it in person. “So who better to help a poor damsel in distress than the two best equipped guys in the city; we have the money, the means, and the time to show her were on her side.”

“I couldn't have said it better myself.” Suguru chuckled and kissed his cheek. “Now the only question is how do we proceed and make it happen?”

Satoru flashed him that signature too confident grin as he leaned back into his arms and pulled out his own phone.

“Don't worry, I got us covered on that front.” He said, scrolling through his minimal contacts to find the one he needed. “She might not figure it out right away, but our girl isn't going to know what to do with herself once she realizes she's got two knights in shining armor looking out for her.”

I've recently gotten really into JJK and since I'm not really feeling the motivation to write for any of my other fics at the moment, here is the newest idea that is rotting my brain from the inside out.

Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

And as always, I want to give a BIG thank you to my amazing friend @talpup  for all the brainstorming and encouragement on these stories! I’m sure I would have given up on this blog a while ago if it wasn’t for all of their help. I highly encourage anyone who takes the time to read this to go over to their page or their AO3 account under the same name and check out their works, especially Chaos and Erase The Shadow. They are two of my favorite BNHA fics of ALL TIME! And who has also started their own Yandere!Overhaul fic called Crossroads and is set in a 1920′s prohibition style era, it’s amazing and you need to check it out!

[slippinninque]

Could you do a spicy one where the reader keeps teasing Fontaine until he snaps

😇Taquiner😈

Fontaine x blackfemreader

Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+, cursing, mentions of, drinking alcohol/liquor, teasing, dirty talk, fingering, semi-public, dry-humping, pet names, long fic

He spotted the bronze fabric in the storefront window from across the street from the barber's. He could imagine you glimmering beneath passing street lights, sitting your fine ass in the passenger seat as the Pontiac cruised.

It was his own damned fault.

It was only right for him to bring you to see it for yourself, coaxing you to give him a little fashion show of other pieces that caught his eye.

A few hours later and you were done up. The dress was backless with a low, delicate chain settled right above your lower back. The bronze of it was hypnotic against your skin and Fontaine spritzed you with his favorite scent as you twisted your hair in the bathroom mirror

Fontaine's earlier vision came to life once the two of you set out to find a good time. You were a vision as you flipped through the car's radio, played on your phone, then set your eyes on him before your fingertips ran up the side of his neck.

"I feel pretty, oh so pretty!" You sang softly as your fingers found way into his beard.

Fontaine caught your hand and kissed the back it, lacing your mischievous little fingers with this.

You slid over to tuck yourself to Fontaine's side, bringing his arm around your shoulders and smiling contentedly through the window.

"Excuse me, ma'am, you're distracting the driver."

"Hm? Me?"

Fontaine glanced down at the hand crawling up his thigh before giving you a raised brow. You winked at him and blew him a saucy kiss as the tips of your fingers danced along his zipper.

"Keep playin' with me, I'll turn this shit around." Fontaine promised to you as he waited to make a left turn, "Gonna let that nice dress go to waste, baby girl?"

"Boo, tomato-tomato!" Though you poked out your lips at him, the dancing fingers ran back up to tickle his neck.

Fontaine went towards downtown. There were murmurs at the barbershop that a lounge opened the week before and it was current hotspot. When Fontaine pulled up, you marveled at the overflow of people walking in and out of lounge's doors.

It as a nice-sized building with multiple floors, but still seemed to be under construction in some parts of the building. The spirit was high, the floor thrumming with music and motion while people from all sides of the city came together to break in the dancefloor.

You couldn't keep your hands off Fontaine or yourself for too long. Being absolutely alluring the entire ride out, you let loose as soon as you entered the lounge and heard the music, you swayed and danced with your keen eyes on him.

Fontaine took you do the dance floor, feeling the beat through your body and feeling the heat of your hands on him. You were in a playful mood that only came from having his undivided attention for hours on end.

It left him aching and heated, seeing how you reacted to his attention and kept him wanting more of yours. Touching and showing too much, knowing Fontaine couldn't put you in place in the crowd.

You would wander, and he would let you get a few feet until he was tugging you back into his orbit. You went easy every time, pouting and feeling no remorse for those falling under your spell.

It was Fontaine's own doing. You were a sexy little monster that he made specifically to drive him crazy all night.

He kept you close, felt how you rolled back against him or pushed your breast flush to him. After spotting the light sweat on your brow, he suggested a small break to get some drinks and to cool off.

"Race you!"

"Girl, don't run in them hee--"

You were already speeding off towards the bar with an impish look thrown over your shoulder at him. Fontaine shook his head to a brother getting a tipsy lap dance from his girl, he got a sympathetic look in return.

When Fontaine came up behind you, he watched in disbelief as you counted the bills you pulled out of your purse.

Fontaine cleared his throat and you jumped, eyes popped wide but refusing to look at him.

"I know you ain't just try to pay for somethin'." Fontaine muttered in your ear, sneaking a pinch to your bottom.

"What? Me? No...I was...y'know. Hanging out." You awkwardly leaned against the bar and aimed your sheepish smile towards the lights hanging above.

"Mhm."'

Just to be sure, Fontaine plucked the few dollars you managed to sneak out and put them right back into your purse and snapped it shut himself.

Fontaine went into his pocket and got out a few bills to the bartender to start a tab. Fontaine ordered whiskey for himself and when you did the same, Fontaine shook his head at the bartender.

"She's not gonna like that."

"Excuse you, I am trying to broaden my horizon. Maybe I will like it!"

Fontaine shot the other man a look as you nodded, resolute. The bartender shook his head as he set about getting Fontaine's drink ready. Fontaine took joy in watching you squirm in your seat, eyes squinted in the face of your bad decision.

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To your credit, you made it through the whiskey.

Two more drinks followed, dainty and colorful this time. Fontaine was good off the one he had as he preferred to have a clear head when being out with you.

The night deepened as you ordered wings and Fontaine was convinced to take a few sips of the fruity cocktail you ordered.

All giggly and smiley, basking in his compliments and whispered teasings. He meant it every time he told you how good you looked, even taking to warning off nonexistent suitors just to hear you laugh.

The two of you went over the week you had so far, comparing gossip when you perked up. He followed your gaze over his shoulder to where the restrooms and privacy booths were.

"That looks like Grace." he commented at the same time you popped up out your seat with an excited call of, "Gracie!"

You turned to him but Fontaine was already nodding, unbothered that you wanted to speak with your friend.

He watched you hurry over and heard the squeals of reunion as your other friend Lina came from behind Grace to initiate group hug. The three of you held onto each other in a huddle formation to hear each other over the music.

When you were with your friends, Fontaine didn't sweat you. He didn't put himself in women's business and was more than happy to watch you turn up with your crew. They were good to you, anyway. He was happy to see you enjoy yourself.

Fontaine was nearly done with his Coke and was considering a batch of mozzarella sticks when his phone went off.

Baby: [Yeah you should come out]

Baby: [It's a good time right now]

Fontaine tilted his head at your texts, wondering if you knew you were in the wrong chat box.

Another text came through as his thumb hovered over the keyboard.

Baby: [I'm with my man of course, he spoiling me rotten]

Fontaine looked across the small pool of people to see where you were still catching up with Gracie and Lina, only to see you looking back.

When his phone vibrated again, Fontaine hurried to swipe it open.

Baby: [You wanna see how much fun I had?] With an attachment...?

You were bent over, camera aimed at where you slipped a finger into your pretty pussy through the mirror at the the boutique.

On your knees in a leather mini--you told him you didn't even bother getting into it when he brought it to you.

Fontaine flushed hot at the thought of your playing with yourself only a few feet away from him.

More naughty pictures of your delicious body were delivered, a video of you tweaking your nipples through the sheer fabric of a nightie, audio of the sticky-sweet sound of your pussy sucking on something.

Fontaine couldn't believe you had your fun without him. You even denied him a quickie before setting out for the evening, even after Fontaine promised not to make you sweaty.

He wasn't sure how he would do that, but it was the intent. You only laughed and promised to make it up to him, plotting on his peace the entire time...

Oh, he had to have you.

He watched as you watched him pocket his phone. The girls had no idea what was going on as they carried on their conversation.

Fontaine sipped his drink and watched you excused yourself from your girls.

You didn't go towards the restrooms, instead you went for the opposite side of the aisle with a black curtain that Fontaine first saw as a solid wall.

Slipping past the curtain without another look his way, Fontaine jolted to pay the bill before setting off into the crowd.

Being cool as he surveyed the area, he was content with only finding faded patrons and a bored bouncer. Fontaine lingered a moment longer on the main floor before he crept behind the curtain in time to follow the sound of your clicking heels.

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He might have gotten a bit carried away once he got you into the storage room. The two of you crept into the furthest room--that seemed to still be under some renovations but was nearer a janitor's closet.

You tasted like cherries and vodka, smelled so so good. The liquor had you loose and you were vibrant, wanting to get into something as you threatened to climb up him.

Undeterred by the ragged space, the both of you moved around the assortment of brooms and brushes as you traded heated kisses. You reached up and left biting kisses into Fontaine's collarbone as he ground you down onto his thigh.

It wasn't until Fontaine nearly cracked his face on a hanging wet-floor that he paused and searched for a suitable corner that wasn't filled with Brillo Pads or dry wall panels.

He backed you up against the utility sink and you grasped the rim behind you and watched him with eager eyes.

"Nuh-uh, turn that ass around..."

Turning you himself, Fontaine came close and rucked up your dress. Keeping the excess balled in one hand as his free hand cupped you between your thighs.

He stopped.

Fontaine knew his sweetie and he knew you. She was already soft and warm, purring between your thighs in a way he was more than familiar with.

He narrowed an eye at you, "You did it again? Here?"

"Hmm?"

"Hmm? Don't act like you can't hear me now."

"Um...

Fontaine chuckled into your ear, draping over you back to give our nipples a tough little pinch that had you gasping. You hung your head with a weak noise but still didn't look at him.

"Try again."

"I...I didn't mean to come..." You gave him a pitiful look over your shoulder, "I got carried away in the bathroom when I made that sound to send you..."

Fontaine straightened up with a grunt, "So you ain't wanna share? Maybe I wanted some."

"M'sorry, 'Taine, promise I am..."

"Don't believe that shit even a bit..."

A breathy laugh left you and this time your pout turned into a smile.

"I can't help it," You threw familiar words back at him, "You make me feel so greedy..."

"So, you ain't really sorry at all, then?"

"I'm really am! Sorry that I didn't take more pictures. I rubbed myself in that blue dress. We had to get it 'cause I left a spot--eep!"

Fontaine spanked you across your ass once. It only took the one time before your back arched and your stance widened expectedly.

"Look at you, lil' needy. Ain't even touch you and you 'bout to hold it open f'me..."

"Keep teasing me and I'll do it myself." You sassed back, "You ain't the only one that got fingers."

Having the correct effect on him, Fontaine growled at the thought of you being so bold. You reached in the front of yourself with purpose before Fontaine beat you to it.

Fontaine kept an absentminded hold on your dress as he followed the shimmering trails left already on your thighs from your excitement.

His fingers excused themselves around the string of your thong, delving into your wetness before you could take a breath. Fontaine found your spot, hissing at the feverish heat squeezing back.

"Yes! Fuck! Good, so-so good, more...." Pliant again, you put your weight onto sink as your bounced back onto his fingers. Fontaine's mouth dropped open to mirror yours as he rammed into your spot.

"This is all you gettin', you've already had yours--remember?"

His words loosed a whimper from you, "N-no! You can't be like that!"

"Oh, I can't? Can't what? What can't I do with my pussy, hm?

Fontaine gave your whining half an ear as he was more focused on getting his wrist wet. Crooking his fingers and hitting and stroking you slow just to watch you nearly buckle--that was worth his attention.

From the way you use one hand to grip his working arm and trembled, Fontaine would bet money you were close. The sound of him playing in you echoed amongst the bareboned room.

"Please, another? Please, Taine..." You gasped at the burst of staccato of thrusts, making your words bump into your pleasure.

Fontaine worked another finger in and the stretch sent your eyes rolling back. He ground, miming what he'd do to you if the time was there. Slow, hard thrusts that was torture for the both of you despite the layers between you.

"Don't never know when to quit. Just wanna take my shit as deep as you can, huh? Don't need no sense for that--do you, pretty?"

"Ooo, f-ffuck, you're not being fair 'Taine!"

He chuckled smoothly at that, "I know what I do. Don't mean you gotta misbehave to get me to do it for you."

"Misbehave? You didn't like the surprises?"

Fontaine took his fingers out of you and grabbed a handful of your ass as he spoke into the pulse thundering in your neck.

"So, I find out that you helped yo'self with me bein' only a few feet away and ready." Fontaine rolled his hips against yours and groaned at the burst of relief it gave him. He buried his nose at one of your bantu knots until it gave away access to your neck.

"Then you got the nerve to look this good just to tease me! Then you get yo' self seconds at some point while I'm waiting at the bar like a good man, Nah, this all you gettin' until we get home."

"I wanna go home now."

Fontaine laughed at your whip-quick response as he moved his hand back between your legs, pushing the silky threads of your thong down enough on your thighs.

"Hmf. How many pictures did you take?" He asked, teeth skimming for a suitable spot before he worked on sucking a bruise into your skin.

His hand sped up and he applied that pressure he knew you liked. You squeaked, "N-Not sure..."

"...You got more that I didn't see?"

"Um....no?"

Fontaine sucked his teeth and pulled back, dry fucking you hard enough that the sink squeaked beneath you. Bouncing back against him as you whimpered, on your tip toes as you tried to put Fontaine where you wanted him to be.

The sound of your necklaces and bangles singing together made him grin. He palmed your ass and then your waist, finding the sound of your building ecstasy made him tease you. He held your dress much like a reign and was distantly impressed by how well the fabric was holding.

Fontaine couldn't help but to finally tease you back now that he had you where he wanted.

"Feel good, baby? See what you coulda had if you came to me?"

"Aw, bet you can't give it to sweetie like I can...

"I saw 'em staring at you. Wonder if they lookin' for yo' pretty ass right now. You gonna give 'em a chance to see the faces you make when it's too good?"

"Ain't gonna be long before you soak me, huh?"

You threw your head back with an agitated noise, desperately searching for the perfect friction to take you over the edge.

"I can't, Fontaine--it's not enough! I need you to touch me again, like earlier..."

"You need me?"

"I need you so bad, 'Taine, c'mon, I feel like I'm burning down..."

Fontaine may have melted a bit at the sounds of your pleading. He knew you were just as worked up as he was and needed him bad.

You really were too precious. Even with your panties down and even with that bratty scrunch to your brows, you were just perfect.

"Okay, okay, you startin' to sound like my type of 'sorry'. Ready for me to take you home so you can make it up to me?"

"I can do it here for you, Daddy..." Your voice was sugar sweet, "How ever you want me too..."

He used the fabric of your dress to dab at your glistening back as his mind raced with opportunities and possibilities. He was tempted to give you what you both wanted--How could he not be when you were begging so prettily?

After a quick glance around, Fontaine spotted several dangers to you in the form of rickety storage and a puddle of mystery fluid near his shoe.

Fontaine reached down to pull up your thong, and chuckled at your disappointed whine.

"Don't be making those sad noises, greedy girl, I'm gonna take you down nice and slow once we get out. I can't have you like I want to in here, understand?"

"I guess...it does smell kinda funny in here..."

Fontaine couldn't resist kissing you, biting at your lip and chasing the last taste of liquor on your tongue. Your hands went into his locs tugging enough that his stomach swooped.

"Yeah, c'mon and let's get up outta here." Fontaine husked against your neck as he stole another nibble of you.

You laughed at the rush of words that left him and tried to fix your hair. Fontaine pulled your dress down and figured the wrinkles won't be spotted by the low-lights of the club. He hoped the same for the glistening specks he spotted on the front of his pant and felt on his stomach.

You slipped your hand in his, staying close as Fontaine went over to crack open the closet door for a quick reconnaissance.

"Ready?" He whispered, winking at you once the coast was clear.

"Been ready since we left the house, baby!"

You have his hand a squeeze before giving a devilish laugh, darting out into the hallway and leaving Fontaine scrambling after you.

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"Oh noo, bless it Jesus."

Fontaine broke free of his pillow prison in time to see you collapse into laughter, wordlessly holding your phone for him to take.

A photo of you and Fontaine from the back. Your dress was wrinkled to high hell and in a very obvious way. You decided to take down the bantu knots but without the proper separation, you looked as if you were caught by with a finger in the socket.

Rubbing as much sleep out of his eyes as he could, Fontaine focused again on what he was seeing.

It was of him. Gripping your ass as you both snuck through the side door and then another shot, close up on the tag of his inside-out shirt waving good-bye.

Another ping, your phone vibrating in his hand. It was a text from Gracie, with another photo with a myriad of emojis.

Gracie: [Ya'll be doing each other like dat?? I love black love.]

It was Fontaine's turn to groan but your smothered carrying on fully woke him. Now laughing himself, he leaned over and pulled until you laughed into the open air.

Fontaine took in your goofy smile and your lopsided bonnet, unable to stop himself from pinching your chin to steal another kiss. The two of you barely made it out of your shoes by the time you got home, going at it once in the living room before dragging your tired bodies into the bedroom for Round Two.

"Don't act all surprised now, thanks to you--you're gonna have to hop on that sewing machine and do up some matchin' red 'A's for us..."

"Thanks to me? Like you ain't the common sense between us?"

Fontaine shrugged and flopped down to lay next to you, nose to nose as you wrapped your arms around him. The warm feeling of being in bed was better than any trouble that could be found in a storage closet.

"Anything after midnight on date night ain't got nothing to do with me. I was seduced into making bad decisions."

"Pfft, just terrible..." You rolled your eyes, "This is all the thanks I get for making date night fun! Gettin' blamed in the morning, ain't that 'bout nothing..."

He could still smell your perfume on your skin and when you stretched, Fontaine pulled you over him to play his blanket as you searched for the TV remote.

"I'll make it up to you," he threw familiar words back at you and heard your humored snort.

The TV was switched on old reruns perfect to fall back asleep to and to outline the perfect payback.

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Ending notes: this took so long and I'M SO SORRY to that anon, lol! 🤗I hoped you like it and hope you have more prompts/asks to share! 😭I hope I got 'Taine's snap right, i still feel like i wrote him too soft lmao! Tell me what you think! Please reblog and comment, thank you so much for reading my ramblings! 💜💕😌

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[selodka-pod-shuboy]

Statement regarding a possible Lonely encounter I had today.

So I live on the coast, and after work, I use the bus to get home

Today, when walking to the station, I saw a very thick mist coming from above the mountains, mixing up with the clouds above. I thought: "Well, that's unexpected, but not strange'

And so I get to the bus stop, and after some waiting, get on the thing. Just to clarify: I start working really early in the morning, so i usually get to work by train, due to it being dark anyway, and the tickets are cheaper. During the day, on the other hand, the inconsistent timing of my shift end means that I tend to miss the train and go for the bus. It's a little bit pricier, but i get to see the coast, because the road goes along the side of the mountain, and the sea just seems so infinite and pretty... I get to sit all by myself, tired and satisfyed with my day, and listen to whatever music I currently fuss over. And so I'm on the bus, as usual, enjoying the view, right?

But after a couple of minutes guess what I see? We've just left the city I work at, and there is a ship. Not in the nearby harbor, nor moving anywhere. A ship, big and dark and it was not there in the morning, and it is absolutely SWALLOWED by the mist, and you don't get fog just covering the water like this, or at least I have never seen that before.

So by that point my thoughts are already a mixture of "What the fuuuuuk" and "Oi, Peter". As if it wasn't weird enough, the bus, even though stuffed to the brim with people was too quiet, and the ticket lady wasn't in sight, even though she is always really quick to get to you.

And for some context: I have only been living here for a couple of months, so I'm still in the process of beating the language barrier. I have progress, but I'm not that good still. And when I use public transport, I always think, of how nice it would be to understand , what the people next to me are laughing about (I'm not an eavesdropper, it's just the shit you hear sometimes is wild). And I just feel so disconnected to them. And utterly alone... Well, all that combined, you can't blame me for seeing it as one big TMA statement material

The bus went like this for about 3 minutes, right until we made a sharp turn to the other side of the mountain, where my home city began, which lead to the ship going out of the sight.

The fog was still there, but it looked a lot more like a normal stuff you get before the rain. As well as, before I knew it, the ticket-lady was in my face, and i reached for the change in my pocket.

Not that it matters, but right before my stop, the driver unexpectedly slowed down, causing all the people standing to half-trip (me among them). In that moment, everyone almost... Sorta woke up? Like, you didn't notice it before, but everyone were suddenly chatting and complaining and that just wasn't there before.

So, guys, what do we think, was this a genuine Lonely encounter, or do I just see a TMA reference everywhere nowdays?

[greatbeholderbrooke]

I've recently been seeing this article making rounds around this website and particularly people misusing this very cool advancement to imply that modern nuclear reactors are "unsafe" or "dangerous", which is partially due to the just blatantly bad journalism on display here.

The accomplishment of this new reactor is definitely exceptionally impressive but I think that news websites (Even ones specializing in science) have been mischaracterizing the reactor as "meltdown-proof" which is just - wrong? and implies that current reactors are just begging to meltdown.

The cool thing about this new reactor is that its passively cooled, but that doesn't mean its INVULNERABLE to nuclear meltdowns, for example the Chernobyl meltdown happened completely independently of whether it was cooled passively or not.

In fact, passive cooling would only pose an advantage in situations where ALL pumps and backup pumps break and the core doesn't get coolant pumped to it. That's happened exactly once: in Fukushima and only after a literal tsunami hit it, and there's no reason to think that the passive Helium coolant in this new reactor wouldn't also just break. Fukushima happened because of corruption in regulation, preventing suitable defenses against this exact thing from getting built, not because of unsafe reactor design.

There's also some articles like this one which talk about the new reactor being "self-regulating" which is true, but misses the point that the vast majority of nuclear reactors in service today are also stable in the exact same way. Negative feedback loops are a HUGE part of reactor design, the most popular reactor design today is the Pressurised Water Reactor (PWR) which is incredibly stable - PWRs just truly hate increasing (or decreasing) energy output.

Most nuclear reactors today are already incredibly safe, even if you had complete control over a nuclear reactor it would be effectively impossible to cause a meltdown on purpose - both the physics of the system and the thousands of automated components would beat the ever loving shit out of any hope of trying to do so.

Articles like these just turn this impressive achievements into a kind of fearmongering over the "dangerous" nuclear reactors currently being used. The fact is that nuclear reactors are incredibly safe, PWRs are an incredible feat of engineering genius and its a genuine shame that the general public isn't aware of how much care goes into their design and safety, let alone how useful and essential they are in our electrical systems.

Modern nuclear reactors are clean, they are safe, and they are vital to a healthy energy grid in the post-fossil-fuel future.

A really good read I highly recommend is Colin Tucker's How To Drive A Nuclear Reactor. He's very clear and very frank with the workings and reality of nuclear power today.

[puppyluvfics]

Recipe For Disaster | O.de/Oh Seungmin

O.de/Oh Seungmin | WC: 1.7k Genre: Smut Summary: nsfw alphabet game thing Warnings: Mild degradation? Exhibitionistm if you squint (don't have sex in public), oral (m!rec), and as always, f!reader Kinks: Hate sex A/N: Torturing myself by writing hate sex (or... just a blowjob ig) with the sweetest boy on this planet like am I insane?? (But also... bringing back the Seumi head pusher agenda amen)

“You want to kiss me so bad, it’s pathetic.” You all but spat at Seungmin. The two of you were currently at a house party being thrown by somebody who knew somebody… you knew how complicated it was. All you knew for sure was that you were there in an outfit that left very little to the imagination - a short skirt and a tube top, complimented by a pair of chunky heels. You had some sense for needing to stay standing - the chunkier the heel, the easier that was.

Seungmin was a friend of a friend of a friend… or something like that, but that did not mean he was your friend. Far from it, actually. Hate was a strong word, but there were moments that you looked at him and you felt… well, something close to it. And in this moment, as you looked at him while the two of you stood in line for the bathroom, there was that feeling again. A small burn in the pit of your stomach. God, his face was so stupid that it made your heart beat faster. 

He scoffed at your words. He, ever the smartest one of any of his friend groups, was elected the designated driver tonight. Unbeknownst to him, you were as well, but more by choice than obligation. 

“You’re drunk.” He commented, crossing his arms over his chest and rolling his eyes. 

“You’re annoying and you’re wrong.” You countered, a hint of arrogance in your tone. You took another sip out of the cup that had been in your hand all night, which, while matching everyone else’s around you, was not filled with liquor, but rather, Sprite with a splash of strawberry syrup.

“You’re a shit liar, (Y/N)” He said, reaching for your cup. You furrowed your brows at him, holding it up above your head so he couldn’t grab it.

“What would I gain from lying to you?” You said, almost offended that he… cared? Did he care enough to make sure you weren’t going to drink yourself into a blackout? No, surely he didn’t care about you, not at all. He hated you, you hated him, that’s what everyone knew. Well, again, maybe hate was too strong of a word, but he definitely wasn’t making any strides towards you loving him in this moment. 

His tall stature allowed him to easily grab the cup from where you held it above your head. He sniffed it, making a face of confusion, then a face of satisfaction before holding it above his own head, where you were sure to not be able to reach it. He had no reason to keep it from you, since you had been right - there was no alcohol in there, but he enjoyed watching you struggle to reach for it.

“You know, this much sugar isn’t good for you.” He said, a small smirk on his lips as he watched you claw at him to get your cup back.

“What do you care? Give it!” You said, tiptoeing, still unable to reach. His smirk only grew as he watched you struggle, almost finding it endearing. All of that ended within a matter of seconds, though. Your fingertips brushed the bottom of the cup just enough that it it tipped, spilling the sticky red liquid all over him. Your hands flew to your mouth, covering the little ‘o’ shape it was in that quickly dissolved into a fit of giggles. Seungmin, on the other hand, did not find it funny. At all. He was, however, thankful that the only people who saw the exchange were the other people standing around you waiting for the bathroom, all of whom were so wasted they wouldn’t even remember your faces. 

His eyes narrowed as he glared at you this time, but God, he meant it. He was irate. 

“You’re such a clumsy idiot sometimes.” He said, his teeth gritted. You tried to contain your giggles but you simply couldn’t. This was hilarious to you! He was finally on the receiving end of humiliation. Yet… there was a tiny feeling inside you, minuscule that felt sad at the way he looked at you.

“I’m sorry! But you did it to yourself, honestly!” You said through giggles. He continued to look at you, stone faced with anger. He tossed the now empty cup to the floor and grabbed your wrist tugging you with him. His grip wasn’t hard enough to hurt you, but firm enough that you would really have to fight to get away. Not that you wanted to, honestly. Call it morbid curiosity, or plain stupidity.

“Hey! That wasn’t very nice.” You said, referring to the discarded cup that now lay in the hallway, surely getting stepped on by other drunk people. 

“You’re not very nice.” He said, leading you out the front door and down the street. It was late (or early, depending on how you looked at it), so aside from the other cars that lined the street that belonged to other people at the party, there was no one. 

“I am an angel.” You corrected, a bit of cockiness in your voice. He scoffed, continuing to lead you, his grip loosening as a small signal that if you wanted to leave, you could.

“Angel my ass.” He said before stopping in front of his car. It was far away enough from the party that nobody could see the two of you unless you made a scene, though you weren’t sure you wanted to. Not yet. He pulled you in front of him, trapping you between him and the car. In the pale glow of the moonlight, you got your first good look at him as he stared you down. You were right. He had a stupid face. So stupid that you’d kiss him… as a joke. Right?

He broke the silence a few moments later. “Remember what you said earlier?”

“What?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows again. You had said a lot of things to a lot of people.

“About me looking pathetic.” Where was he going with this?

“Oh, yeah, that you want to kiss me so bad that it makes you look pathetic? Look, I was just-”

He cuts you off before you can finish. “You want to hook up with me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

You shake your head back in disbelief. I mean, yeah, he was right, the thought had crossed your mind when you saw him in a tank top or working out, but you didn’t think it was that serious.

“What are you talking about?” You say, trying to cover your ass, only metaphorically. 

“Don’t play coy, (Y/N), you heard me. Tell you what, if I admit I want to kiss you, you have to admit you want to hook up with me. I see how you look at me. Dirty girl.” Where did this come from? He was just as sober as you were. Still, his words made you wet… if he wanted to see a dirty girl, he surely would. 

“You want to kiss me?” You asked, more surprised than upset.

“You know, for someone so smart, you can be so goddamn dumb sometimes.” He mumbled before grabbing your face with his hands, bringing his face millimeters away from yours. Your breath wavered and your eyes shut. “Can I?” He asked, his lips ghosting over yours. You nodded ever so softly. That was all he needed. His lips crashed onto yours, his tongue finding its way into your mouth seconds thereafter. You kissed back, of course, with your hand fumbling behind you, looking for the door handle. He scoffed into the kiss, shoving your hand away and opening the door for you, letting you pull him into the backseat with you. 

“You can’t even open a car door.” He teased you, but there was no malice in his voice. Just pure teasing. 

“At least I fuck good.” You rolled your eyes, biting back. 

“That’s, grammatically, the worst thing I’ve ever heard come out your mouth.” He said, pinning your hands above your head as he kissed down your jawline and neck. 

“You’re hard and you’re correcting my grammar? God, you’re a loser.” You teased back, though it came out more like a moan as he nibbled on your collarbone.

“Shut up and do something good with your mouth for once, then.” He said, shifting so he was sitting. You took the hint, getting on your knees on the floor of the car, albeit incredibly cramped. His jeans pooled around his ankles as you got comfortable, and within moments, you were face to face with his cock. He was a lot bigger than you thought. You moved your hands up to pull your hair into a ponytail, but he swatted your hands away, doing it himself. You exhaled with a mix of amusement, disbelief and gratitude, moving so your hands planted firmly on his thighs as you took the head of his cock in your mouth. 

“Fuck…” He hissed as you hollowed your cheeks, starting to suck him off. Your saliva dripped down his shaft as you tried to take more of him, but he nearly hit the back of your throat as he bottomed out. So, you focused on taking what you could of him in your mouth, and jacking off what didn’t fit. The car quickly filled with the sounds of his moans, your hums around him, your gags and slurps. You felt your hair fall from his hands as he twitched in your mouth, his palm flattening on your head, pushing it down as he came in your mouth with a loud grunt of a moan. You pulled away when he was spent, swallowing his cum. 

You looked up at him, noticing his hair becoming sticky from the drink you had spilled on him earlier. “You should go home and shower, you look stupid.” You teased. This time, though, it felt different. Lighthearted and warm.

“Tough talk from a girl who still has my cum all over her dumb face.” He teased back smearing it from the corner of your mouth onto your cheek. Goddamn, you hated him. 

[quixotical-lymbo]

Pairing: Party!MK x fem!Reader Rating: SFW-ish Warnings/Tags: Toxic relationship/dynamics, implied substance abuse, suggestive themes, implied manipulation and gaslighting, and yeah. Word Count: 1000+ words

🪩 Let's all assume MK allowed Party!MK, Party or DJ for short, to roam around as long as he doesn't fucking hold people hostage again. Because of this, Party was able to meet you at the arcade.

🪩 After the whole song and dance of 'does he/she want me or not?' the two of you got together after making out in a janitor closet at the arcade. 

🪩Did he make the first move or you? Surprisingly, you did. Granted with a little help of liquid courage, you managed to grab his attention enough to step away from his equipment and dance with you. 

🪩 The relationship was definitely in it's honeymoon phase for a while, the two of you being somewhat awkward around the other until y'all grew comfortable enough to the point you two became the couple that others would cringe at whenever they did PDA. 

🪩Dates? 99% at the arcade, 1% at some burger joint.

🪩Nicknames? He's a clone of MK, ofc he'll use some cringy ass nicknames; angelcakes, babygirl, sweetcheeks, and ofc, apple butter biscuit. You'll entertain his theme of nicknames and call him stud, big daddy, hot stuff, and your personal favorite–boytoy (he doesn't like this one as much). 

🪩Gifts? Expensive shit for his little apple cinnamon biscuit, even if it's tacky large gold chains or faux fur coats to match his own, he'll splurge on you from money he made from DJ-ing.

🪩First Kiss? Within ten minutes of dancing with each other, you two took the 'party' to a janitor's closet and kissed there. 

🪩How he would be with a partner: Definitely possessive to an obnoxious degree, not the edgy cool bad boy way, but more of a 'will slap your butt and force you in his lap to make out' if someone even thinks about putting the moves on you. He'll encourage you to come out of your shell and try out new things the arcade is trying to promote to others—alcohol, desserts, junk food, etc. 

🪩 You don't mind the extra attention from him, but sometimes you get tired of the random bursts of love bombing especially after he ghosted you a few times in favor of preparing for another bash at the arcade. 

🪩 Any complaints go out the window the moment he hits you with 'Aren't cha having fun though?' 

🪩 Ghosting aside, I think Party would try to be a good bf on the surface before convincing his partner to go with the flow of how 'busy' he is and convince them his top priorities aren't always going to be you. 

🪩 How he acts around them vs others: Party can be dismissive and not romantic at times, but his love language is physical touch and he'll have his hands on you regardless if you're in public or not. 

🪩 However, without the prying eyes of others, he's still his 'wild animal' self but toned down a bit—teasing you here and there, cuddling, and maybe allowing you to drag him on another shopping spree around the city. 

🪩Around others, his main priority will always be to keep the party going so you're invisible until he needs you. Whether that's to sit on his lap, display an image of 'power couple' to others, or be a dancing partner to hype up the rest of the patrons in the arcade. 

🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩

The hand on your waist slipped past the waistband of your skirt and gripped the round of your backside, giving your cheek a few squeezes before you felt two fingers attempt to travel lower. You swatted the shoulder of the man whose lap you were currently perched on. The aforementioned man snickered as his smirk grew. 

"Why are you gettin' shy all of a sudden, angel cakes?" Party's pink shutter glasses slipped down the bridge of his nose enough to reveal his raised brow. You furrowed your brow and looked off to the side. The blinking multicolored lights shining down on the many bodies, either floating or moving their bodies along to the beat, gave you more than enough excuses to not answer him. 

Party stared at your side profile for a moment, his eyes almost rolling to the back of his head before he pushed his glasses back against his face and rose from his 'throne' with you in his arms. You squeaked at the abrupt movement and clung to him, your head whipping around with a questioning expression on your face. 

Party's wide grin revealed his sharp fangs as he exclaimed, "I know! You're getting bored! If you wanna dance-" 

"Baby, wait-!" You were raised above Party's head and couldn't latch onto him as he did. 

"-LET'S DANCE!" Party shouted as he chucked you over his equipment and jumped off of the perch to join you. 

Cue the montage of the two of you twirling around the arcade's dance floor. Passing the initial fright of being thrown off of a high place, the anti-gravity calmed the cardiac arrest brewing in your chest.

You felt dizzy as Party dipped you for the nth time before raising you to spin around him. When your back hit his chest, a pair of hands greedily clutching your hips to grind them against his own. 

Party's face halfway buried against your neck, you felt overwhelmed. Party must've noticed how tense you were because you heard a sigh from behind, and then you were pulled along to the bar in one of the corners. You were placed on a stool, and not long after, a drink slid in front of you. You squinted at the brightly colored liquid before glancing at your boyfriend who wiped the sweat off his brow. 

"Whew, I'll let ya have a break before we move onto the climax of this show! Don't forget to rest your pretty muscles, sweet cheeks cuz I'm not done with you yet," Party smooched your cheek before dashing back to his equipment. 

You watched him run off, exhaling as you dropped your face into your hand, and pushed the drink away from you. The thought of drinking your feelings anyway tonight didn't sit well with you.

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Requesting to spill your unhinged thoughts of Kishibe, please 🤲

Ask and you shall receive! Here are my unhinged thoughts about our favorite old man (somewhat SFW and definitely NSFW):

SFW:

Kishibe has no clue how to act around children. He’s only been around adults and devils for the past three decades, so the idea of talking to a child is foreign to him. On the rare occasion he has to, he asks them adult questions like, “So what are your goals in life?” or “How do you feel about the current state of the economy?” They’ll just stare at him with big doe eyes, fascinated and afraid by this grizzled old man. He’ll even vent to them about how the cost of cigarettes keeps going up, literally burning a hole in his pocket. 

For a while, he was involved in an underground fight club. He didn’t need the money, he just liked beating the shit out of people for fun. Got banned because he won too many times. 

Got a lower back tattoo of a butterfly in his youth after binging too many whiskey sours in one night. Finally got it laser removed when he was thirty. He was too lazy to do it, until a one-night stand had the same exact tramp stamp. 

Can sleep with his eyes open if he really wanted to (exactly like Gandalf the Grey). Freaks people out every time. 

NSFW

Spit kink, MASSIVE SPIT KINK. Loves to hack up a thick wad of frothy spit on your pussy, smearing it around your clit. Licks you up and down, collecting your juices, only to spit it back into your mouth, watching you swallow it. Loves that shit, can’t get enough of it. 

Before he met you, he never used sex toys in the bedroom. Ever since he met you, he tries to incorporate it every time. At first, he was shocked you had a vibrator. Maybe even a little jealous of that dumbass toy. But one day, you teased him, showing him how you used it on yourself. And from then on, he couldn’t get enough. Likes to use it during foreplay to make you come twice before actually fucking you. Uses it along with his fingers to get you squirting, get it slick enough so that he can just slide in easily. Likes to watch you fuck your dildo while his cock is in your mouth. 

HUNG LIKE A HORSE. He’s 6’4”, it’s expected of him. It’s also the same width as a soda can. Impossible? Maybe, but it’s true, I swear.

Homemade porn!! He’s very much into filming. Has the old-fashioned camcorder set up with the tripod and everything. Even changes positions mid-sex to get the angles just right. Gets the camera up close and personal to your pussy whenever he gives you a creampie. Almost created a Pornhub account to post them for the public, but you refused. 

Foot fetish. This dude doesn’t even mind if you haven’t showered yet, he’ll suck on those toes all day if you let him (most of the time you don’t, but sometimes, you do). Loses it whenever you wear sandals or open-toed heels. Instant boner too when you come home from getting a pedicure with French tips. 

[incorrect-jojolands-quotes]

some interesting things to consider with chapter 13

Spoilers below and I might add more to the list soon.

Dragona's mispronounced name is a play-on Dragona's name and the word for trash. In Kanji, the first part of Dragona's name can be reinterpreted as JoJo (do-ra) and the term used for trash (gomi) is often used as an insult to call someone useless, shit, worthless, etc. So, Dragona is basically called "JoJo trash/useless JoJo" under the guise of mispronunciation. If we were to translate this into English, Dragona would be miscalled "Crap-ona" since Ds can be misread as Cs and Gs as Ps.

A popular drama known as "The Glory" became popular overseas around 2022 due to its story about a girl severely bullied by rich students ultimately gaining revenge. It was praised for the rawness of the bullying portrayed and it was based on a real life situation in 2006 where the victim of bullying experienced what was portrayed in the drama. What was not portrayed (I think) was the experience of the real life victim having their chest mutilated to the point of scarring.

Dragona mentioning about not wanting to live due to the circumstances reference Bruno echoing similar sentiments to Giorno before passing away. Both felt like they have nothing left to live until the Joestar gave them hope due to their actions.

Jodio's thoughts on why things happen reference Pucci having similar sentiments after Perla's death-- which leads him to reunite with DIO. While Pucci wonders why the knowledge he was forced to take in hurt him, Jodio wonders why the knowledge he was denied to have hurt him instead. We see how his quality of being methodical also has a flaw that explains him mentioning in chapter 2 how the "unfairness" of the world drives him mad.

To be blamed for the insurance payout and Barbara Ann being mostly a stay-at-home-mom means Jodio and Dagona's father must have been very high ranked to end up in such a situation while serving as a breadwinner of the family before his abandonment. Jodio and Dragona's father leaving is similar to Jotaro abandoning Jolyne for their safety. Both had to leave their children behind because otherwise their children will be harmed.

Meryl Mei's detail about school tuition is interesting due to McKinley High being a public school and initially thought to be an error. Remembering how Barbara Ann mentioned Jodio's academic performance earlier, she could have put him in a private school intended to bring his performance up, and that's why Barbara Ann mentioned school tuition. It makes me wonder if Jodio had just started going to public school; did he actually improve, was tuition ultimately too much, or did Meryl Mei manipulated things to put him in her high school so she could keep better watch on him?

Howler references King Crimson song "The Howler", which comes from an album trilogy (Discipline, Beat, Three of a Perfect Pair) that came out after the band's hiatus and known for introducing a brand new sound. Discipline features the song "Matte Kudasai", Beat has "The Howler", and Three of a Perfect Pair is yet to be referenced. There's a song in Beat called "Requiem", which caused the group to break up due to creative differences but later reconcile.

Three of a Perfect Pair has exactly 9 tracks with one side representing the New Wave style that Beat introduced and the other side representing the Industrial style that Discipline introduced. I got a whole post made about the albums here.

As a infrastructure group worth 50 billion dollars, they may have great influence over the community similar to that of Meryl Mei and branches that hire people for contract and whatnot. Is it possible that Usagi's father used to work for them? Is it possible that Jodio's father has some sort of connection to the insurance payout that Usagi's family currently live off?

Howler could be a play-on the Hawaiian world Haole, which is used to describe something not native to Hawaii, particularly foreigners. There are a few irl construction/infrastructure companies called Howler that are notably not from Hawaii. Given rich corporations' histories with exploiting resources such as land, Howler could be a company with malicious intentions towards Hawaii's lands.

The Japanese term used for "absurdity" can also be translated to "illogical", "nonsensical", and interestingly "unjust". When we see the characters mentioning absurdity, they could just not only be saying things don't make sense but things aren't fair or equal. It makes a callback to Chapter 2 more interesting.

ABSUЯD is a song written by Guns N Roses from their album Chinese Democracy, which was known to take a long time to come out and a rather very unpopular album due to how different it sounded from Guns N Roses' previous music.