#not to mention they only reposted the white versions??? which was so weird too

[tojigasm]

Someone reposted those little Jake Sully manga edits I filled in (on their tumblr account) and credited me, but like... idk, am I being overdramatic for thinking that's weird when they obviously could just reblog the posts I made here? 😭

[thevelria]

Blood and Poker - Don't worry, I'll be gentle (NSFW/mafia!Gojo x pokerplayer!fem!reader)

Author's note: this is the 2nd part of this story. I did a collab with my lovely friend @randompurr She drew all the amazing fanarts for this story. Please check her account and give her all the love, because she deserves the world! <3

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DO NOT copy and repost her art without giving credit! Reblogs, comments and likes are much appreciated.

Warnings: MDNI/ 18+ ONLY!/detailed, heavy smut, injuries, blood, violence, murder. Mention of guns and illegal business. It's a mafia AU after all lol

Surprise: uncensored version of the NSFW fanart will be linked under the picture.

I also would like to thank my lovely ladies @ladycheesington and @m-jelly for helping me with ideas and proofreading <3

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The doorbell rang at 7 sharp. Just as he said earlier on the phone. You were ready to go. The fact you spent almost your whole day trying to find what to wear was something you kept as a secret. 

Earlier that day:

After Gojo hung up the phone you rolled on your back and faced the ceiling. Slightly you frowned as you kept trying to figure out how he knew your address. You made up your mind that you were going to ask him as soon as he arrived. On the other hand you felt funny. A weird feeling spread in your body. You were excited. The man was so charming and smooth last night. His look was mesmerizing, handsome face, toned body and those beautiful blues. 

You swung your legs across the bed and sat right at the edge before you hopped down. Big yawns and a good stretch helped you feel more awake. Since last night you arrived home really late you slept almost until 3pm. If Satoru didn’t wake you with his call you would have slept even further. It meant you had like four hours to get ready for the date. 

Spending two hours in the bathroom made you feel anxious, because you already knew even if you were clean, your makeup and hair was perfect, you had no idea what to wear. A loud sigh in front of the wardrobe signaled the beginning of the game.

“Meh…” you threw away your green dress.

“Nope, not this one.” the blue lace dress landed on the floor.

This went on and on and on. You sat down at the edge of the bed and clenched your jaw. 

“I hate this, I hate this, I hate this so damn much!” you shook your head, before looking up and noticing THE dress. 

A sweet looking dirty-white spring dress with cute little cherries. You loved the puffy sleeves, the tight waist part and the mid-thigh long skirt. Oh and the cleavage, it was your favorite part. It cupped your boobs perfectly and formed into a big bow. You chose your burgundy heels which perfectly suited your lovely dress. 

***

Gojo was drumming his fingers on the wheel in his car. He parked in front of your home but he arrived almost 20 minutes early. A bouquet of roses rested on the seat next to him. It was getting dark, even the street lighting was turned up . He frowned at the sudden bright light and looked at his way too expensive watch on his wrist. 3 minutes to go.

“Okay…” he took a deep breath. “Let’s get this girl.” he smirked as he got out of his black 1967 Chevy Impala. 

It’s been years since he dated anyone. Mostly he was busy with building his empire and even if people assumed him to be a womanizer he preferred love. Gojo loved being in love. The feeling of having a partner, protecting, caring and spoiling her rotten. That’s what made his heart beat faster and not the women who threw themselves at him for money and some rounds in bed. 

Confident steps he took towards your door. “Fuck, the flowers…” he slapped his palm against his forehead and rushed back to the car. At 7pm he rang the doorbell, fixing his outfit afterwards. He clenched his jaw slightly. The man was nervous, because he wanted to fascinate you way too much. 

“Good evening.” Satoru greeted you with his most charming smile. Your eyes widened and you truly had to try your best not to drool. The snow white hair was slicked back, his deep red button up shirt followed his toned torso. The top two buttons were left open, slightly revealing his collarbone and the rolled up sleeves let you adore his strong forearms. Ebony pants with shiny boots made his look simply perfect.  

“Hey, uhm…hey.” you cleared your throat, trying to hide the fact you were staring. 

“You look absolutely ravishing, darling.” he eyed you up shamelessly. “Shall we go?” he was about to offer his arm when he realized he didn’t give you the flowers. “Fuck, I’m such an idiot.” he thought to himself. “I..I brought this for you.” he lifted up the bouquet and chuckled awkwardly.

“Thank you, Satoru. They look lovely. Give me a sec, I’ll put them into water. Wanna come in until I handle it?” you spun on your heels and just realized a second after you already invited him in. Hearing him politely refusing it made you even more anxious. “Now he thinks I wanna hump him. I’m such an idiot.” you imaginary facepalmed yourself as you picked a vase and let the flowers sink in it. 

The leather seat softly sunk under your weight as you got into the car. “You have a really nice car.” you smiled as you carefully ran your index and middle finger over the glove compartment. 

“Thank you.” his husky voice sent shivers down your spine. He was wealthy and had taste for sure. But still you felt like he was so much more than a simple business man. “I am flattered you actually accepted my invitation. I felt the spark between us last night and I hoped you would say yes.” 

“Spark?” you smirked. “We will see about that spark.” you chuckled, while inside you screamed. Because, girl, you felt it just like he described. 

One of the fanciest restaurants that just opened a few months ago was the place he took you. The staff seemed so professional, precise and kind. The inside of the building left you speechless. Huge chandeliers hung from the ceiling, beige furniture, black tables with matching chairs made the vibe luxurious. 

“This way, please.” a nice looking waiter stepped next to you. You missed the quick glance he gave to Gojo. High stairs guided you up until the top of the building. An even wilder space unfolded with the same style as downstairs but with a beautiful balcony attached. You gasped and snapped your head to your date. He gave you a warm smile as he followed you to the balcony where your waiter escorted the both of you. 

“Your table, bo…, I mean, sir.” he let out an awkward chuckle. “Please call me when you are ready to order. I’ll be right back with some special welcome drink.”

You made an amused expression, you were truly mesmerized by the situation. 

“I assume you like this place.” Gojo smirked as he pulled the chair out for you. 

“It’s wonderful.” you took a deep breath as you admired the sight. “I mean look at this.” you pointed at the city that glowed in front of you with all its glory. Buildings and skyscrapers towered into the high, tiny little cars run on the roads as if they were ants in a hive. 

You zoned out for a few seconds, having flashbacks from your past months and you hummed a laugh spontaneously. 

“Everything’s okay, sweetheart?” Satoru’s raspy voice snapped you back to reality.

“Sure. Yeah, sure. I was just thinking…” you tried to find the right words. “It’s just beautiful and I like it here. It’s perfect.” Your warm, honest smile melted his heart. 

“I’m glad.” he placed his hand on the table. Obviously he was about to reach for your hand but he hesitated just yet. When he was sure the right time appeared he was about to touch the back of your hand. 

“Your drinks.” the lovely waiter interrupted the perfect moment. Gojo flashed a deadly stare at him which made him uneasy in an instant. “I, I hope you’ll like it." He hurriedly placed two glasses and a bucket filled with ice and a bottle of champagne on the table. 

“Thank you, you can leave now.” the snow white haired man waved at the waiter who nodded and spun on his heels right away. “I’ve heard this champagne is one of the best in town.” he reached for the bottle and palmed the cork, gently twisting it left and right until a solid popping sound was heard. “Let me pour you some.” he grabbed your glass, while a delicate fog escaped the cool drink. 

“It tastes like heaven.” you licked your bottom lip after taking a small sip. 

You frowned while checking the menu. So many fancy dishes to choose from and to be honest you have never been to a place like this. You felt a bit anxious and Gojo sensed it. 

“You can pick anything you want, don’t worry about the price.” he winked at you.

“That’s sweet of you but it’s not the source of my struggling to be honest.”

“What’s wrong then?” he frowned.

“Uhm…” you cleared your throat. “I have no idea what these dishes are. Fancy names with fancy descriptions and yet I have no clue what they mean.” you bit your inner cheek, embarrassed. 

“Oh, sweety.” he laughed. “Let me pick for you then, yeah? Do you like fish or would you like to eat some meat?”

“Fish is perfect.” you nodded. “I do like fish.”

“Alright.” he snapped and your waiter rushed to the table in a heartbeat.

Gojo made the order so smoothly you were amused. 

In the meantime as you were waiting for your food he tried his luck once again and this time he succeeded. Gently placing his palm on the back of your hand, gently he smiled at you.

“So, tell me your story.” he cooed as he was running his thumb softly over your skin. 

“What story do you mean exactly?” you let him touch you. 

“You mentioned something like being a professional player.”

“I used to be, yeah.” you pulled a bittersweet smile.

“And what’s the story behind that?” he raised one of his eyebrows.

“Let’s not ruin this lovely moment with a bittersweet story like that. Rather you should tell me how you got to open your own casino at this young age? Is it a family business?” Your pupils became huge the second he shot you a charming smirk.

“We can call it like that, yeah. It’s a family business. This casino was the 5th one I opened across the country.”

“Wait a minute.” your eyes widened. “Are you telling me you have 5 casinos?”

“Actually, 12.” he chuckled. “I opened one every month last year.”

“Shut up!” you slammed your free palm against your mouth. “I’m sorry. I mean, wow. This is amazing!”

After you finished the delicious meal, which you still had no idea what it was, you excused yourself to the restroom.

“I’ll be right back.” you said politely, heading inside. 

The moment you got back a tall, long black haired man was standing at your table, obviously having some serious words with your date. Eavesdropping wasn’t your intention but you involuntarily overheard some words. 

“I’m telling you boss they fucked us up. The guns should have arrived tonight and yet all the containers were empty.”

“What?” Gojo sounded harsh. “What the fuck is going on? It’s the third shipment in a row. You will need to deal with this shit. I’m busy at the…” his words died mid-sentence as he noticed you standing not far from your table. “Leave! We will discuss this later.” he clenched his jaw. 

Your heart was beating fast, pounding against your chest. “Did he seriously say guns?” you panicked. As the mysterious man passed you he gave you an annoyed glance. It terrified you even more. 

“It’s getting late.” you checked your phone immediately. “I truly had an amazing night tonight but I’m afraid I need to go home. Tomorrow I’ll have an important meeting with my editor.” you faked a smile.

“On Sunday?” he clicked his tongue. He knew you were lying, he also was aware you’ve heard something you shouldn’t have. 

“Yeah…lame, I know.” you giggled awkwardly. “I have this deadline coming up next week and…anyway. I don’t want to bore you with the details. I’m gonna catch a taxi.”

“I’ll take you home, sweetheart.” he leaned back in his chair.

“No.” you snapped. “I mean, I don’t wanna be a trouble here. You did so much for me anyway. I’m sure this dinner was way too expensive.” you pushed back your chair, threw your phone into your purse and left in a hurry. 

Gojo pinched the bridge of his nose. “I can’t believe this shit.” he growled. “Everything was so fucking perfect. Damn you, Geto. I’ll kill you, I swear.” he took an irritated, deep breath before standing up and leaving as well. He saw you getting in a taxi and felt really disappointed. “She will avoid me…I feel it.” 

***

A sleepless night. That’s what he gave you. So many unanswered questions were rushing through your mind. Even if you tried to distract yourself it was simply impossible. You had so much fun with him. He was gentle, polite and so damn charming. But guns? He must have been some kind of gangster and the last thing you wanted was to get involved in some nasty business. So as disappointing as it seemed you decided to ditch him. 

“Good morning, darling. I hope you had a decent sleep. Oh and I cheer for you today with your editor.” This lovely message waited for you to read. 

“Fuck.” you hissed after seeing it. You closed the message and left your phone at the nightstand. 

Gojo tapped his feet nervously on the wooden floor in his office. “She saw it and didn’t respond.” he growled, before writing to you again. 

“I was thinking maybe you wanted to meet after your meeting this evening?” Sent. Still no response, only the checkmark next to his message, showing him you read it but once again didn’t bother to write anything back. 

“Damn it, baby. Stop ignoring me!” he bit his inner cheek. 

During the day he got a bit carried away and kept texting you. Even if he was getting mad and desperate he stayed well-behaved. After the 10th or 11th message he took a deep breath and dialed your number. Your eyes widened the second you noticed the caller on the screen of your phone. 

“Pick up the goddamn phone.” he clenched his jaw after the umpteenth missed call. But you didn’t pick up. After a while it seemed the call didn’t go through. “Did you really?” he hummed a bittersweet laugh. “She blocked me!” he threw his hands in the air, shaking his head in disbelief. 

***

In the middle of the night you heard some knocking on the front door. Your eyes were still closed but you tried to focus if you really did hear something or only your mind tricked you. One more knock, this time it was a bit louder. You rubbed your eyes with the back of your hand before crawling out of the bed. Checking the clock “2:32am”.

“Who the fuck is it?” you mumbled under your nose. A third knock echoed through the living room. “I’m coming! There’s no need to break my freaking door.” you sounded harsh and irritated. 

The door shot open and there he was. Gojo stood in front of you covered in blood, injured. Your eyes widened and you froze in your action.

“I’m so sorry, darling.” he panted. “But I had nowhere else to go.” he sounded weak. The second his knees buckled a bit and he almost lost his balance you stepped closer, helped him to come inside. 

“What happened to you? You should go to the hospital.” you were still in shock.

“No, no. I’m fine, I just…I just need to rest.” he breathed unevenly. 

A billion thoughts rushed through your mind as you guided him into the kitchen.

“Careful.” you said as you helped him to sit down. “I’ll be right back.” you rushed to the bathroom to get the first aid kit. 

For a second you stood still in the bathroom, facing the mirror. Everything seemed so surreal. And even if you were scared and confused, you felt the urge to help him. After all he was nothing but polite and sweet with you. The date last night was magical. 

You took a deep breath before grabbing the kit and hurried your steps back to the kitchen. 

“Hey…hey, Satoru. Look at me.” you placed the box on the counter. “I need you to tell me how badly injured you are. Okay? It seems you lost a lot of blood.” you stared at his light blue buttoned up shirt.

“It’s not all mine.” he hummed a bittersweet laugh.

“Oh, God…” you shook your head. “Did you get shot?” you frowned.

“No, just stabbed.” he hissed as he tried to wiggle on the seat. 

“Stabbed?” even you were surprised by your high pitched voice. “Let me see it!”

“Help me please, I can’t really move my left arm.” 

Gently you fidgeted with the buttons, one after another, until his shirt was fully open. His chest was covered with bruises and cuts. But his left shoulder looked worrying. A deep, pretty big wound was revealed in front of you. It was definitely made by a stab. 

“I need to clear your wounds and I definitely have to stitch this one on your shoulder.” you clenched your jaw as you took his shirt completely off. 

“Thank you.” That was all he could say. Gojo was clearly in pain. 

You tried to be as gentle as possible but you knew just as much as him that it wasn’t going to be a piece of cake. 

“Sorry.” you bit your lower lip before you started to clean his injuries. He hissed here and there, cleared his throat but never ever complained. 

Even if you tried to focus only on the main task you couldn’t help but admire his toned torso. This handsome gangster had wide shoulders, broad chest and perfectly built abs. His biceps looked huge without even flexing them. 

“It’s almost done.” you smiled. “Then let me take care of the rest of the cuts on your face and as I see your knuckles are fucked up, too.” 

“It’s nothing.” he hummed a laugh. “Really, it’s okay.”

“Shh…” you hushed him. “You asked me to help you, yeah? Let me do it properly.”

He stayed quiet and pulled an adorable smile. 

After you gently wrapped up his knuckles you didn’t even realize that you kept running your thumb over his hand. A few seconds later you got a bandage and placed it on his cheekbone. Suddenly he put his palm on your waist and pulled you close to him. The way he rested his cheek on your tummy surprised you. You had no idea what to do. Should you have freed yourself or stayed still? An unexpected silence made the situation even more complicated. Finally you hummed and ran your fingers through his hair, softly slicking it back and planting a featherlight kiss on the top of his head. You felt as he smiled and slid his hand down to your hip, grabbing it lightly. 

“Will you tell me what happened to you?” you broke the silence.

“It’s safer for you if you don’t know.”

“Satoru, please. You can’t just appear in front of my house in the middle of the night beaten up, bleeding, asking for my help and expecting me to not ask any questions.” you lifted his head to force him looking you in the eye. 

“It’s so messed up, darling. Everything is just messed up.” he sighed. “And I know you heard something yesterday. I don’t know what exactly but I have a guess. You even blocked my number.”

You gulped hard, because he said the truth. You were about to ghost him.

“Are you scared of me?” he kept looking at you.

“I don’t know.” you took a deep breath. “I mean you are sweet, polite, like a real gentleman. Last night was wonderful, I did have fun with you and everything was perfect. But guns? Fucking guns? And let me tell you that guy looked terrifying. The way he stared at me froze the blood in my veins.”

“So you heard what Geto said.” he growled. “Look…” he hesitated for a second. “I’m not a simple business man. I’m the head of the Gojo clan, one of the biggest mafia families in the country. I know it sounds horrible but you need to believe me when I say that I’m a good person and I would treat you as a queen if you’re willing to give me a chance.” 

“I…” you were about to say you didn’t know what to think but all of a sudden he stood up and caged you at the counter. He was way taller, so he towered above you powerfully. 

“Just one chance.” he leaned dangerously close. “That’s all I’m asking for.” you felt his warm breath on your skin. A fragile nod was all you were able to present but it was more than enough for him. “Can I kiss you? Please. I've been dying to kiss you since the moment I saw you on the screen.”

“On the screen?” you were confused.

“Nevermind.” he chuckled and brushed his lips against yours. It was a delicate kiss, a gentle and soft one. 

The soft kiss turned into a more intense one. A low moan escaped your mouth the second his tongue met yours. He smirked and kept kissing you with more and more passion. You threw your hands around his neck, running your fingers up and down on the back of his head, feeling his undercut brushing your skin. While he grabbed your thighs and lifted you up.

“Satoru, don’t…your shoulder is...”

“It’s okay.” he planted a featherlight kiss into your neck as you clenched your legs around his waist.

“Where’s your bedroom?” he growled. You nodded your head slightly to the right and he headed to the room without hesitation. 

The sound of your uneven breathing echoed through the room as he entered your bedroom, holding you still. Gojo sat down at the edge of the bed. The mattress bent down a bit under the weight of your bodies. You caged him with your knees and you undeniably felt the bulge growing bigger and bigger in his pants. 

A cheeky bite on his lower lip and one or two grinding movements on his lap drove him wild. He grabbed the back of your head as he took a deep, desperate breath. 

“Are you sure about this, princess? Because once we’ve done it there’s no way back. You’re going to be mine. Only mine!” he hissed. 

A naughty smirk appeared on your face. You pulled your PJ shirt above your head, revealing your breasts before you crashed your lips against his. You had no idea what’s gotten into you but you wanted nothing else but to sleep with this man. 

Suddenly his hands wandered lower and cupped your bum, squeezing them while he moaned into the heated kiss. The next you remembered was him flipping you over. You landed on your back on the mattress, even bounced back a little.

“I wonder how strong you are when you are not injured.” you chuckled. 

“You’ll find out, I'll make sure of that. God…” he shook his head. “You’re so beautiful.”

A slight tint of red rushed your face which he found adorable. Once again Satoru towered himself above you, his hands rested aside your head while he kept kissing your cheek, your jaw, your neck and collarbone. Working his way lower and lower. One of his hands cupped one of your tits, massaging it, enjoying the touch. 

You weren’t able to hold back your moans, the heat was getting really hard to handle. When he reached your lower tummy he playfully slid his fingers under the rubber band of your PJ bottom. Your hips automatically bucked up, giving him an easy time to get rid of the unwanted cloth. As you were laying there completely naked he bit his lower lip and wiggled his way back exactly between your thighs. His breathing got faster and faster, you felt the warm air on your skin. Gojo looked you in the eye as he placed a light kiss on your folds, just right before he spread your legs wide open and his tongue slid into your needy part. 

“Fuck…” you moaned and ran your fingers into his crystal white hair. 

Satoru was good at eating, he got the perfect rhythm and the perfect moves. One of his hands rested on your tummy, while he lapped and sucked on your clit. Giving more and more speed to the movements caused you to shiver. Nothing else but his name rolled from your lips. He was really enjoying the moment, enjoying your beautiful pussy. 

“Please…” you panted.

“Hmm? What does my princess want?” he looked up at you from between your legs.

“Toru, if you keep doing this I’m going to cum.” 

“Good.” he smirked. “That was my intention anyway.” He buried his face between your folds once again but this time adding one finger to make the pleasure more intense. Your moans became louder, your hips bucked but his free hand kept you still.

“Don’t wiggle, baby. Let me eat you properly.” he giggled as he gave a quick lick to your already sensitive clit. 

Your gangster slid one more finger in and it drove you completely insane. You were nothing but a moaning mess. 

“I’m gonna…I think I’m gonna…” you tried to form the words without success.

“Come for me, darling.” he quickened his movements. 

You felt the knot in your lower tummy get stronger and stronger. Suddenly the rush of a relieving tension rushed through your body and a loud scream left your mouth. Gojo kept going on and on, while you were riding your high out on his face. 

A few moments later your breathing started to get more even and you cupped his face. 

“Take off your pants. I want you to be inside of me!” 

Satoru never in his life got out of his pants faster but your expression made him chuckle.

“Holy shit!” you gasped. “You are huge.” your eyes widened at the sight of his hard dick.

“Don’t worry baby.” he climbed between your legs, positioning himself to your entrance. “I’ll be gentle.” he carefully slid his throbbing shaft into you.

“Oh my God.” you panted as he kept sliding himself in inch by inch. 

“Look at you, darling. You’re taking me so well.” he leaned in and kissed you. “Tell me when I can move, yeah?” 

His muscled back felt so tempting under your hands as you nodded. “Just a second.” you tried to relax your body. This man was indeed massive. “Okay, you can move now.” you dug your fingers into his back. 

Satoru put up a gentle pace, bucking his hips at a speed that drove you crazy. The way his dick was sliding in and out of your dripping wet pussy tested his own sanity as well.

“You’re so tight.” he buried his face in the crook of your neck. 

Your hands wandered lower and lower on his back until you grabbed his rounded bum. “Faster. I need you to go faster. Please.” you begged and he obeyed right away. He started to pound into you with more and more intensity. Your walls clenched around him every time he hit your special spot.

“Darling.” he growled. “I’m not gonna last long if you suck me in like this.”

“I can’t help it, ‘Toru. It feels so good. You feel so good inside me.” you babbled in delirium. 

Your words pushed him even closer to his limit and the second you screamed his name once again, reaching your high he wasn’t able to hold back anymore. “Baby, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna…Ngh.” he pulled himself out quickly and shot his cream on your tummy. After he calmed down a bit he laid next to you. 

“That was amazing.” he rested on his back, facing the ceiling. 

“It indeed was.” you smiled and tried to get up. “I’ll be right back.” you headed to the bathroom to clean up yourself. Gojo appeared in the bathroom door, laying against the frame. “Can you help me with the shower?” He walked behind you, placed his hands on your shoulders and kissed your neck. “With all these stitches and bandages I’m not sure I could do it myself.”

“Sure, join me.” you giggled as you pulled the shower curtain aside.

***

After a second round in the shower you were completely exhausted and you assumed Satoru felt the same. 

“We really should sleep and in the morning you will tell me what the heck is going on. Okay?” you climbed in the bed after changing the sheets. 

“Alright, darling.” 

His phone kept ringing which woke both of you up. A desperate growl left your body as you opened your eyes.

“Satoru, pick up your fucking phone, I’m begging you.” you whined. 

He tapped the top of the nightstand next to him, eyes closed, when finally reached his mobile. “What?” he hissed. A few seconds later he almost jumped out of the bed. “WHAT?!” he yelled. “Bullshit!” he clenched his jaw. “No, I will handle it. Get your stuff and head to the mountains. Yes, all of you! Go!” he hung up. 

“Should I ask?” you sat up, covering your bare chest with the sheet. 

“A few weeks ago I turned down a nasty business.” he sighed, climbing behind you, so your back pressed against his chest as he kept talking. “Since then my whole business, my whole family is under attack. I thought after a few days they would stop but instead they are after everything I own in this town. Last night I got attacked while I was on my way home. They destroyed my house and now Geto called me with the news that all my businesses were either burnt to the ground or torn apart.”

“That sounds horrible.” you gasped. “So the casino was not your only interest in the city?”

“No, I had restaurants, shops and clubs as well.” 

“Restaurants…” you hummed. “Like the one you took me to?”

“Yeah.” he nodded.

“Bastards…” you huffed. “It was such a beautiful place. I loved it!”

Gojo let out a bittersweet laugh before kissing your shoulder. “I need to leave, darling. You have to come with me.”

“What?” your eyes widened. 

“You would be in danger here but I can protect you.”

“In danger? How? Why? We are not even a thing, why would I be in danger?” 

“After last night we are definitely a thing. I told you, if you gave in you were going to be mine.” he smirked as he gently bit your earlobe.

“Yeah.” a soft moan left your mouth. “But they don’t know that.”

The handsome gangster got out of the bed and wanted to dress up when he realized his clothes were dirty and torn. He clicked his tongue and frowned.

“I can give you gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt if you want. I think it will fit you.”

“Thank you.”

As he was getting dressed he bit his inner cheek. “I assume these aren’t your clothes.”

“No.” you shrugged. “My ex left them here and I…well I should have gotten rid of them years ago.”

Satoru was about to crack an inappropriate joke about your ex and how he was going to fuck even his memory out of your pretty head when someone knocked on the front door. You snapped your head to the direction of the noise.

“Will your men pick you up?” you smiled as you started to walk towards the door. He took a quick peek through the window and noticed an unfamiliar, dark car in front of your home. 

“Baby, stop!” he yelled and started to run after you, grabbing your wrist just in time and pulling you aside a second before someone emptied a whole clip into your door.

“What the fuck?” you screamed. Gojo covered you with his body until the shots died down.

“Come with me!” he demanded and dragged you into the bathroom. “Here. Take this.” he handed you a loaded gun. I’m going to lock this door, yeah? If anyone tries to break in, kill them. Understood?” he sounded dead serious. 

“What?! NO!” you screamed. “It’s bullshit! I don’t even know how to use this freaking gun.” you started to cry.

“Shh…” he pulled you into his chest and hugged you tight. “It’s going to be okay, yeah? I will take care of this. I told you I was going to protect you, darling.” he placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“Be careful.” you whispered as he left the bathroom. 

In the upcoming minutes you heard gunshots, yelling, screaming and you were sure your home was getting destroyed. After a while there was silence. The doorknob started to move left and right, your blood froze in your veins as you aimed the gun directly at the door. 

“It’s safe now, baby.” Gojo’s weakened voice made you shiver.

“Satoru?” you shot the door open right away. And once again here he was, standing in front of you injured, bleeding. 

“I…I need to patch you up again. I’m sure the wound on your shoulder opened up.” you frowned as you reached for his t-shirt and wanted to take it off.

“No.” he panted, gently grabbing your wrist. “There’s no time for this. We need to leave. It’s not over yet, more of them will come. We can’t stay here.” he pressed his right hand against his side. You were sure under the clothes he was covered in new cuts and bruises. 

“Yuuta.” Gojo sighed. “I will text you the address. You need to come here and pick us up right now. They found me.” he hung up. 

“Can I at least pack some clothes or something?”

“Just be quick, baby. Yuuta will be here in a few minutes.”

With a small luggage in your hand you stepped out of your bedroom and didn’t want to believe your eyes. Blood and at least five dead bodies were lying in the living room. All your furniture was either broken or shot into pieces. 

“Please, don’t look.” Satoru took your luggage with one of his hands and grabbed your hand with the other one. “Come, Yuuta is outside.”

On your way to the safe house you kept silent. Gojo refused to let your hand go, he rubbed his thumb over your skin again and again and again. After an hour or so the car parked in front of a vintage styled wooden house. You helped Satoru to get out of the car and only after standing next to the vehicle did you notice the men waiting in front of the building. 

You recognized the scary looking man who was called Geto. He was on the phone and well…his stare almost made you shit your pants. Not far from him stood a younger boy with funny, spiky hair. It seemed he talked to a ripped guy with a tiny scar across his lips and who looked just like him. There was another man with spiky hair and a weird face paint sitting close to scarface. The last guy with pinkish blonde hair and his hands in his pockets seemed the most normal from them all. 

That was the moment you realized you were going to stay in a house with a yakuza and a part of his gang. 

[fantranslatorbychoice]

Kakuriyo no Yadomeshi Volume 6 Intermission 3 - Kasuga and O-ryo

T/N: Yep, it’s a double premiere guys, I hope you all enjoy. =)

As always, if you like this translation, you can heart it, share the link, reblog, I just respectfully ask that DO NOT REPOST ELSEWHERE. This is my contribution to the scant English content of this fandom, and I worked really hard to finish this thing, it’s not like I just copy-pasted everything. I even had to build the kanji in Jisho one by one. Try it and you’ll see what I mean.You can rave about this, rant about this, reply, etc. but if possible please link back to this page. If you’re unsure how to do that, just copy the web address of this page. If you’re on a blogsite just insert the web address as a hyperlink as a link back to here. Honestly if this light novel was officially-published in English, I wouldn’t even be doing this right now... And if it did, I’d take this offline to support the publishers and Yuuma-sensei. Creators support creators, is what I believe in. I’ll prolly do 1-5 once 6-10 has been done, or however long I can manage to translate the raw texts, it can take a toll at times.  As previously-mentioned in earlier chapters, if you stumbled upon this one, the two seasons of the anime covered volumes 1-5, so other than the extra details, you didn’t miss much stuff.

No spoilers lol

P261 "Hmph. You're the newly-hired kid? Really, you're named Kasuga? Aren't you a stumpy little tanuki-girl? I am O-ryo, the future Wakaokami. I'll train you under me, and I'll be sure to drill the job of being a waitress into your head."

I remember well, the day that I first met O-ryo sama. I am Kasuga, a Bunmon Tanuki, while still a child was chased off from my home by my Hachiyo Baba-sama to experience the outside world, and along with my uncle Chiaki who also has nowhere else to go, we inquired in, and started working in Tenjin-ya. It was that first day. That person who called me stumpy, has hair and skin as white as snow, it was the conspicuously beautiful snow lady. Her personality is of someone who hates losing. She was a selfish Sempai, but has an indomitable and strong willpower to rise to the top, and I thought that surprisingly, I have come to like this person. As such, in order to gain her dream position of Wakaokami, she exerted herself no matter what it took. P262 A woman who fights her battles to win. I came to her side and I recorded her heroic battles, and I wrote about it in my diary.

"Hey.... Hey, why are you asking something while falling asleep, Kasuga-kun, HEY!" "Whaaaa~" In the middle of talking about something regarding a Hachiyo's marriage at great length, sitting on my heels I was nodding off to sleep. Since early morning I have been with Aoi-chan, and I have been going about here and there. I was feeling confident. I was dozing off in front of Byakuya-sama. Is Byakuya-sama angry or is he surprised? "Good grief. You're a reliable and shrewd girl girl, and I think that it's beyond expectations that you're going to get married to a Hachiyo... yet I am worried that they'll find faults on you. That is a position that has many enemies, do you understand? "Yeah, I get it. I have watched Aoi-chan for a long time. But Aoi-chan is awesome... Even though she's in a disadvantage, she was aware of her own strengths. Furthermore, in Tenjin-ya, when Aoi-chan gets married to Odanna-sama, isn't there anyone who grumbles about it?" "Hmmm. in that case, isn't that a problem? Because nobody's complaining, probably there's a group that's P263 thinking about rubbing her out of existence." "That point, I am fine with that. I plan to not make enemies with my demeanor, an incomptetent person making a blunder. Well, at any rate, from the very start I have been incompetent." "..." Byakuya-sama narrowed his eyes, and with a snap hit the corner of his mouth with his fan. I thought that he was going to say something but, he just scolded me and released me after saying "You can go now" . Wahh, after standing up from sitting on my feet, they fell asleep and started tingling painfully... Holding the Maneki-neko** coin bank, I planned to go back to Yugao. Along the way, the waitresses looked over here, and started gossiping and whispering to each other. Up until now the friends that were calling me in carefree voices, and the sempai that used to fiddle with and pushed me around, now they pass sideways, and bow their heads subserviently, and flees anywhere. Oh well, I could understand why they became like that but... I come in contact with the management staff that were like Shizuna-chan and they are normally composed, but I'm a normal girl, aren't I? I feel like I'm a sore thumb sicking out. "Kasuga, Kasuga" "...Chiaki" From the other side of the hallway, peeping over here looking worried, it was my uncle, the tanuki. T/N: Maneki-neko, the beckoning cat, famously known for bringing in luck. It's said that it was originally named after a cat that waved to a monk to go inside a shrine and the monk almost got struck by lightning or something, so it was a lucky omen. P264 He approached while calling for me. "What is it, from now onwards I'm helping out at Yugao." "It's not that, you were called for by Byakuya-sama, and I got worried somewhat." "It's nothing. It's just that I'm developing a souvenir product with Aoi-chan." "Why you, aren't you scowling at me?" "Why, my relative shouldn't speak about me flippantly." He isn't necessarily overprotective and he wasn't saying anything like that, but ever since the old days Chiaki has been worrying about me. He's just a nice and charming person who took care of me, and he always looks after those that are just like me. Though I'm already fine, even at this age he still worries about me... "Chiaki aren't you staying behind here in Tenjin-ya?" "Yep. I'll continue working here. Even though I was thinking of coming along with you." "It's fine, it's nothing. I've always been taken care of by uncle, I cannot function properly being a Hachiyo's wife." "...Kasuga" His eyes gloomily welling up, holding down the corner of his eyes, Chiaki went "That tiny Kasuga has grown to be praise-worthy" "Ahhh stop it already, don't be gloomy.. Get over it." Shh... Uncle you're annoying. P265 While being paid extra care, I could feel myself fading away. Our relationship, even though we are family, here we cannot become too overly-familiar. The love that tanuki give to each other are the strongest among Ayakashi, as such they aren't entrusted to to other people, which makes tanuki unaware about so many things such as getting close to and connecting with strangers. Those people, now matter how much we studied them, we couldn't find them... With regards to those, I thought I learned those in Tenjin-ya.

"Oh.." In front of the passageway that connects the door to Yugao, there is someone who is sneakily peeping in. Isn't that... "O-ryo sama, what are you doing over that place?" "Kyaaa!" O-ryo sama jumped up suprised. With a sluggish expression, she slowly looked back. Opening her mouth as if about to talk, hesitatingly, she made a weird face by sticking her lower lip out. "H-hmph." In the end, O-ryo sama took her leave without saying anything. P266 I slightly tugged on O-ryo sama's sleeves. "What now?" O-ryo sama icily stared down at me with that severe gaze. Oh well, I've been used to that gaze. "Uhm, I believe so, that O-ryo sama will likely aim to be Wakaokami again." ".... what?" "Within Tenjin-ya, there's something that only O-ryo sama can surely do." Pulling my hands immediately from the hem, I madly dashed towards the inner garden where Yugao was. The O-ryo sama who was aiming to be Wakaokami. And the one who made her dream come true, the O-ryo sama that became Wakaokami. To me, O-ryo sama is dazzling, despite the many enemies she makes, being hated by her colleagues, being gutsy and only wants to rise up into the world. The one I adored. After doing so many different things, O-ryo sama eventually became demoted from Wakaokami, and yet... When O-ryo sama becomes Wakaokami once again. Truly, I support that from the sidelines..

End of Intermission 3, Volume 6. Previous - Chapter 8 Next - Chapter 9

References:

Wonderful site for the youkai references

Other stuff I used to do this: Kodansha Kanji Learner’s Dictionary (you can buy here, I’m not sponsored btw). I was about to buy the older edition but then the newer one came out 2013 so I bought that instead. Worth buying since I was able to find nearly all of the words I needed just by stroke pattern alone.

Merriam-Webster's Japanese-English Dictionary (the red-covered 1996 version is apparently out of print right now). This is what I have been using for a very long time, I bought it when I was still a fetus (yes I am old so what lol), and after so many years, when compared to newer editions, I still prefer this one since its entirety is Japanese-English, the English to Japanese gloss are just 16 pages tops, so you get more Japanese words for your buck. But that’s just my opinion, maybe other people prefer the Jap-En x En-Jap IDEK.

Basic online dictionary, Jisho. Knowledge of verb conjugations  and other words are necessary since not all have entries.

If you can read Japanese, you can buy the whole set in Amazon Japan, they’re shipping worldwide now, I think.

[lucky-bucky-boy]

Mistletoe

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter put off introducing you to the team for a long time, but Tony insists the holiday party at the compound is the perfect way for the team to meet the only best friend they haven’t yet.

Word Count: 2385

Warnings: Christmas themed, more fluff

Tags: @lokilvrr

I do not own these characters. Do NOT repost my fics anywhere without my written permission.

"If you ask me one more time if I'm sure I want to go, I promise I will rip my hair out and you'll have to deal with looking at me bald every day," you huffed out a laugh with only a slight playful annoyance tinging the words as you spoke. Delicate application of mascara, mouth parted ever so slightly to give the steady hand needed to not mess up the extravagant glittery eyeshadow that you'd never admit took three tutorials, four tries, and over an hour to do properly.

"O-okay," Peter's anxious voice flowed through your phone perched on the edge of your vanity. "I'll be there in 15, Mr.Stark had Happy pick me up. Bye, (Y/N/N)."

One final layer of ruby red lipstick to compliment the dress that MJ had helped you select; a beautiful a-line knee length dress, intricate lace dancing across the chest and flowing down each arm, stopping just before your wrists, all in a rich christmasy red. Fixing a small golden necklace around your neck to match the gold of the friendship bracelet Peter had given you, MJ and Ned before everyone went off to college, you slipped on a pair of gold glittery flats to complete the look.

As if on queue there was a small series of knocks against your bedroom door. Grabbing the small black clutch you'd thrown a few things in, you opened the door, smiling at Peter before taking in his appearance.

Being an Avenger had done him well, a new sense of maturity vibrating in his aura. His loose curls had been groomed and shaped up, no doubt a request from Tony for this party. His shoulders more broad, a hint of stubble prickling his chin and jaw, all complemented by the sleek black tux, with a bright red tie that just happened to match your dress perfectly. Michelle's doing no doubt.

"O- uh - you look- you look beautiful," Peter stumbled over the words as he tried his damndest to not stare at any one part too long. There was a faint blush on his pale skin. "Are you ready?" He asked, "Mr.Stark isn't happy that you're my only friend he hasn't met."

A soft giggle played at your lips as you turned your lights off and shit your door, "Sure am, Parker."

*

"Holy shit, there's even little sodas in here - PETER YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND THEY'RE TINY," a small squeal left your lips as you pulled out one of the tiny cans from the cooler in the limo, Happy sending Peter and amused look through the rear view mirror.

Peter chuckled softly, "I tried telling Mr.Stark we didn't need the limo but he insisted."

"Okay, but seriously, if Tony wasn't already married I'd be chasing after that if it meant I got things like this every day," there was an obvious joking tone to your words but it still stung Peter deep in the gut. Happy sent Peter another look when he caught that hurt puppy look on Peter's face, which he responded with by closing the partition.

You pouted at Peter, "Hey, that was mean," you scolded softly.

"He kept wiggling his eyebrows at me it was weird," Peter whined in defense, causing a string of laughter to fall from you.

"Where's the party at?" You asked, settling back into the seat next to Peter, pressing the small can of soda to your lips, the warm, dim light casting a fairytale like glow over you and Peter was damn sure Tony had changed the lights.

"It's at the compound," Peter answered, pulling his phone out to check the time, anything to keep from looking at you too long. "Mr.Stark said he wanted something more intimate this year. It's a few of his friends, everyone had a plus one, I originally wasn't going to go but he wanted to meet you and thought this would be a good time to do so."

"Ooh wait, so I also get to meet the team?" You asked, feeling the car pull into what you could only assume was the compound.

Peter nodded as Happy opened the door and Peter grabbed your clutch before getting out, holding his hand out to help you. A chorus of thank you's and nice to meet you's flowed between the group before Peter steered your attention to the pristinely white building that was brightly lit. Hundreds of thousands of little crystal lights strung on every ledge, every tree, every bush and branch available. Little white deer silhouettes lined the walkway and it truly looked like a winter wonderland thanks to the dusting of snow still stuck from that morning.

The bustling party could be heard even outside, laughter, chatter, and music vibrating the architecture. Peter opened the door for you, the sounds doubling in volume as you stepped into what felt like a scene out of a Hallmark movie. Intricate decorations and lace, ribbon, and likes strewn across the ceilings, railing and archways. A pop-up bar and serving table off to the side, the home to extravagant drinks and foods you had only ever dreamed of getting the chance to taste. The intimate lighting doubled with the warmth that the endless Christmas music sent through you made your heartbeat a little faster when you remember who you came here with.

Peter's arm wrapped around your waist, leading you towards the back of the room that sat huge round tables. At the center table sat a few of the team members; Natasha with her feet propped up on Sam's lap, Sam who was bickering with Bucky over what sounded like an argument over the best something and poor Steve stuck in the middle of his two friends squabbling.

Peter cleared his throat to get their attention, all eyes turning to him and then immediately falling in you. An anxious, almost embarrassed kind of warmth spread through you as they all analyzed you, Bucky breaking into a huge grin. "Hey Peter, is this the dame you haven't shut up about?"

Sam sighed exasperatedly, "Barnes, for the last time, we don't call girls dames anymore."

"I think it's rather endearing," Nat added, eyes never leaving you, watching as you looked up at Peter with a small look of shock on your face, lips slightly parted. Bucky had undoubtedly caught you off guard with the confession, and Peter was blushing even darker than earlier.

"Peter Benjamin Parker," you said, voice in a heightened, almost comical tone of disbelief, "Are you talking about me again? Do I need to bring out the pictures from summer camp?"

His eyes went as big as saucers, "No no no no, they asked about my friends and I told then about you that's all," his words were rushed, quick to speak in hopes of deterring your threat.

"Sure, if you call gu- ouch, why'd you hit me," Bucky grumbled towards Steve who was sending him a warning look and suddenly everyone at the table caught on. You knew nothing.

Peter watched as your mouth opened to speak but quickly cut you off when he heard Tony talking from the upstairs balcony. His gaze moved upwards, seeing a much less crowded, but still just as decorated area and he grabbed your hand, leading you to the steps. "C'mon. Let's go see Mr.Stark."

Tony was talking to a business friend, a young girl who you could only assume was his daughter hugging tightly to his leg with one arm and a feeding herself a cookie with another. Her eyes moved from the man in front of her to Peter and you and she gasped, dropping the cookie and running over to Peter, who knelt down in preparation to hug her.

She flung her small body into Peter's chest who hugged her and stood, moving to hold her on his hip. "Peter!!!!!! Why'd did you leave? Daddy's being boring. I wanna play with the bobots- Peter who's this she's pretty - and OUR DRESSES MATCH!"

She squealed, causing Peter to laugh softly.

You looked down at yourself and then over at her, taking in the details of her dress and realizing she was wearing a smaller version of your dress. You giggled softly, watching as Peter sat her down so she could twirl to show it off. You knelt down to be eye level with her, "Well, that just means we both have good tastes because we both look very pretty, don't we?" You asked her.

She nodded her head furiously. "Yes! Daddy wanted me to wear gold but I liked this one better. I'm Morgan."

"Hi, Morgan. My name is (Y/N), I'm Peter's friend. We've been friends since we you as little as you."

She gasped softly, "Does that mean you know how to prank him? He never falls for my pranks," she crossed her arms over her chest and pouted some, only causing you to laugh more.

"Of course I know how to prank him," you looked up at Peter to realize that both Tony and him were watching the two of you, the other man from earlier gone. After giving Morgan a small smile you stood, reaching out to shake Tony's hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr.Stark." You beamed a bright smile at him, causing Tony to smirk softly and send Peter a look of approval.

"The pleasure is all mine, sweetheart. And please, call me Tony. I'm surprised you haven't freaked out yet, Peter's mentioned a few times that you're a big fan of - well everyone." He said, hand motioning to wave in the direction of where the team was.

You nodded, feeling Peter move back to your side and seeing Morgan find her place at Tony's leg again. "I'm a huge fan, and it is taking everything not to freak. But what kind of first impression would that be," you joked softly.

Tony chuckled, picking Morgan up. "Very true. I'll leave you two to enjoy to party. I think I need to get this stinker another cookie before mommy comes and yells at me." Morgan cheered as Tony moved to take her back downstairs, leaving Peter and you alone.

Leaning over the balcony you used the height to your advantage, observing the party and every one of its inhabitants. Watched people dance, drink too much champagne, kiss and coo at one another. It was almost surreal, the wealth, the confidence, the comfort of the bubbling atmosphere. The feeling of someone watching you pulled you from your thoughts, turning to look at Peter who was watching you intently.

"What is it?" You asked, almost amused, "something wrong with my makeup?"

Peter shook his head, hands fidgeting with the end of his jacket, eyes darting around anxiously before looking back at you. "N-no, actually. The complete opposite. I can't get over how beautiful you look tonight." He bit his lip, and when your eyebrow crooked upwards and a small smirk toyed at your lips he got worried, more anxious than before, "Not that you don't always look beautiful but you just look especially beautiful tonight."

The smile and light laugh that left your tempting lips made him feel he was baptized in cold water, drowning him and filling him with life all at once. "You overthink everything, Peter," intertwining your fingers with his, you pulled him towards the steps. "I want a drink and I want you to show me around."

A glass of champagne and too many horderves later, you found yourselves in the compounds kitchen searching for refuge from the stimulation of the party. The two of you sat on the kitchen island, reminiscing and laughing, catching up for the first time in what felt like an eternity since the start of the semester.

"So, this is pretty much where you live now? No more loud Queens streets to lull you to sleep at night?"

Peter shrugged, pulling off his suit jacket and moving to roll the cuffs of his button down shirt up. "Well, I kinda bounce between here and Aunt May's. Mr. Stark has me taking classes online so I can still work with him and not over do myse-"

A loud gasp pulled your attention to the doorway, Morgan was standing there, holding Tony's hand and pointing at the two of you. "Daddy! Look! They're under the mistletoe!"

Tony chuckled softly, "They sure are kiddo, and what does that mean?"

"They have to kiss!" She exclaimed.

Looking up you saw the bundle of green and read tied around the light fixture and couldn't help but shake your head and laugh in disbelief. "If I didn't know any better I'd believe everyone was in on something," you said and watch as Tony held his hands up in defense and backed out of the kitchen with Morgan in tow.

"Y-yeah," Peter swallowed loudly, causing you to look over at him. "We- we don't actually have to kiss if you don't want to." His voice was soft and nothing more than a mumble and he fiddled with the rolled up sleeves.

"What makes you think I don't want to kiss you, Pete?" You asked, smiling softly, a sudden wave of anxiety wiping over you. "Do you think I'd try this hard for anyone else?" You motioned to yourself.

"You could have come in sweatpants and a tank top and I still would've thought you looked amazing." Warmth spread across you, slightly embarrassed and unsure of what to say, "...Can I kiss you?" He asked.

A timid nod was enough of an answer as he moved to cup you cheeks with his hands, thumbs rubbing over the apples of your cheeks as he took a moment to admire every detail of your face. "I've loved you since we were kids," he admitted before pressing his lips to yours, slow and almost unsure.

The moment he felt your hands on his chest, tugging at his shirt to pull him closer, his actions had more confidence, lips soft and speaking a language you didn't know you knew, filling a void you didn't know you had. You pulled back a little, both of you smiling big and giddy.

"Merry Christmas to me," he mumbled.

"Merry Christmas to us." You corrected, pressing another small kiss to his lips. "And I love you too."

[svtntntn]

crazy rich asians (1/?)

traveling all the way across the country for a wedding wasn’t too hard of a task, but meeting your boyfriend’s mother and finding out he’s a multi-million dollar, sought after bachelor was another

inspo: CRAZY RICH ASIANS aka when I wrote this last summer!

a/n: REPOST bc tumblr did something weird when I edited the title on my phone! this is gonna be either 2 or 3 parts btw! this has been in my drafts for aGES 

Something is wrong, something is very very wrong.

Or it's about to be wrong.

You can feel it.

But you're drinking champagne from a crystal clear glass overlooking the gorgeous city skyline from a rooftop decorated with white silk ribbons and twinkling lights everywhere, the delicate glow of each bulb reminding you of fireflies gathering along a grassy field.

People are abuzz with laughter and giggles as more and more bottles of champagne are popped open and couples glide across the dance floor in a poised fashion.

Your eyes catch the gaze of another's across the rooftop, his brown eyes twinkling under the white lights as he makes small talk with an elderly woman at the food table. She nudges his side when he gestures over to you with the plate in his hand, a bashful smile on his face as he shakes his head to something she says.

You smile at the scene and turn back to sip on your champagne, your eyes sweeping over the clear night sky again.

Nothing should be wrong.

"Another plate of strawberries for m'lady." Minghao sets down the plate on the table and just like that, your doubts are cast away from your mind in the blink of an eye as he smiles at you, "I almost lost these to Junhui's eldest aunt, right over there."

Minghao holds out a strawberry for you, "How'd you manage to get them away from her?" You bite into the juicy strawberry, the berry's red color tinting your lips.

"How do you think I got them?" Minghao steals a bite from the very berry in your hands, a mischievous smirk on his lips.

You begin humming in thought, "You told her these were for me and seeing me across the room, she just had to give them up to you?"

"Nope." He shakes his head incredulously, scoffing at your idea, "not everything is about you."

"And yet," you steal back the strawberry from him with a coy raise of your eyebrows, tossing the pit to the side, "here you are, feeding me strawberries on the rooftop overlooking an entire city in a nice suit."

You pull him closer to you by the lapels of his overcoat and bring him into a curt kiss on the cheek, smoothing out the wrinkles on his shoulders right after.

The wind sweeps over you in a cold shudder, making goosebumps appear on your skin as you tense up. His cheeks warm up slightly as he removes his coat from his body, draping it over your shoulders and buttoning the middle.

Your arm slink into the sleeves of his jacket as you lay your head on his chest, looking over the city and studying each of the windows. Office workers running between floors in a haste, important businessmen and women pacing their offices—working overtime—doing exactly what you should be doing to afford a trip like this with the love of your life.

Instantly, you can feel the price of the entire trip, of Minghao's expensive jacket weighting you down.

"What's wrong?" Minghao brings your hair behind your ear, his hand traveling over to your shoulder. His touch is comforting and yet, it conjures butterflies in your stomach all at once, "You have this look, like you're distracted by something… or something's bothering you."

You pause because you know he's right; Minghao can read you like an open book, "Minghao, how are we here?"

"How are we here?" He repeats your question with a suspicious voice. "By plane. If you want to be more specific: we took a car from our apartment, then a flight all the way to Seoul—"

"You know that's not what I mean." You cut him off.

Your voice becomes a hushed whisper, "Minghao, how are we able to afford coming here? I know it's your best friend's wedding and all, but coming to Korea for one wedding ceremony and then going to China next weekend for another? How Junhui and Hana can afford this i-is beyond me, a-and that flight on that luxury plane last night costs us almost an entire year's salary, we can't be traveling like this if we want a future together—"

Minghao chuckles at your rambling, his heart skipping a beat at the mere mention of a future together. "Junhui and I have it covered, promise."

"Xu Minghao, you know how I feel about stuff like this." On your first date, Minghao was ready to cover the entire tab but was persuaded to split the bill after hearing you rally off reason after reason on why you two should split the check for nearly half an hour.

The last reason to fully convince him was the threat of no second date with you.

He pauses before shrugging, "My family has a deal with the airline and the tickets were a gift for doing business with them for so long."

"So your family just casually does business with a luxury airline that just gives away tickets like they don't cost hundreds of dollars?" You raise an eyebrow, "So you're saying that your family is rich?"

He nods unconvincingly, "We’re comfortable."

You smack his shoulder with your hand, "No no no no no, that’s something only a super rich person would say."

Minghao shrugs, not denying the words but not explicitly confirming it. "You know my family owns a successful photography company and they're the curators of a couple of art museums around Asia. To some people, they’re boring positions, but to my family, it means the world to us."

"Which also means..."

"Which also means that my family takes great pride in knowing and recognizing art... even making it their entire career and devoting their life to it." He shrugs, your hands over and over again. "We're rich in happiness."

"Just in happiness?" You repeat, your boyfriend nodding along. "I was worried you were holding some sort of big secret, like your family's involved in dealing something or something shady."

He laughs with a small chuckle, "If I was, would you still be with me?"

"Well," you feel Minghao's hand wrap around your waist as you think about the situation at hand, a teasing hum coming from your lips, "if you answered a few of my questions and offered me a slice of the deal, then yes I would."

"A slice of the deal, huh?" Minghao snorts, looking over at the skyline before his eyes concentrate on your eyes alone, "What, an entire lifetime with me isn't enough for you?"

No it is, it's more than enough, you think in your head.

Ever since the moment you met Xu Minghao, you knew you wanted a lifetime and more with him.

"That sounds like a proposal, Mister Xu." You don't dare to look away from him, the hint of a smile creeping up at the word 'proposal' on your lips.

You dreamt of the whole nine yards with him—marriage, kids, dinners surrounded by friends and family till you and him were wrinkled with age.

Minghao leans in closer to you, his lips hovering right above yours, "If you think that was your proposal, just you wait. I can't wait to call you Mrs—"

"Xu!" He's cut off by the sound of another person shouting his name, the bubble of the moment broken by two figures walking over to you, one of the two clapping your boyfriend on the back with a wide smile, "Xu Minghao! Happy to see you living and breathing fresh air instead of inhaling paint fumes inside your studio all day long!"

"Chan, I am not inhaling—"

"And you must be the lovely (y/n), I’m Chan." He studies you as he shakes your hand with a small wink. "And this is Soonyoung." The second figure gives you a polite smile as he sips on an amber-colored liquid before being carried away to talk to another group of people. "Or was."

"Nice to meet you, Chan." You return his kind smile as Minghao hugs his old friend, "I've definitely heard stories about you two and Jun and Hao from college, and I can gladly tell you that Hao hasn't been breathing in paint fumes in awhile."

"He hasn't, has he?" Chan laughs, "What's the newest thing you're working on now, Hao? Claymation?"

"Ha ha," Minghao playfully rolls his eyes at Chan's remark, "I'm still working in photography, showcasing local photography and portfolios from local artists. I still paint from time to time."

"That's good to hear, I can finally answer everyone's questions on what you've been up to since you dropped off the face of the planet three years ago." You raise an eyebrow at the sound of Minghao going MIA for three years, but don't say anything. "But I'm happy you and (y/n) are here tonight! I can finally tell (y/n) all the embarrassing stories from grade school to university, like that one time we snuck into the game room and painted—"

"If you tell that story, then I'm telling Seungcheol that you were responsible for the power outage that took out the entire dorm and the west wing of the library."

Chan glares back at him, "I wasn't even at the dorms that night and you know it."

"Seungcheol doesn't know that." Minghao retorts with a smirk.

"Can I get a say on wanting to hear this story?" you ask aloud, nudging Minghao's shoulder with your own. "Because I really want to hear everything." Minghao pulls a face and Chan avidly reminisces about the college years with you, leaving no detail out as Minghao corrects him on what actually happened years ago.

As Chan entertains you with story after story, Minghao watches you listen with a close ear, watching the way your eyes crinkle with amusement, the way you smile and grin in shock and awe at the stupid, college mishaps he found himself in.

Soonyoung and another friend of theirs, Seokmin, stop by your group and listen in on Chan's storytelling, filling in the blanks with their own versions of what happened, making you laugh with the four different versions of the truth.

Yet, with the group of Minghao's friends surrounding you and bombarding you with their loud personalities, you don't back away from them, if anything they help put you at ease, knowing you're immediately accepted into their world.

Minghao seems to notice your relaxed demeanor and squeezes your hip, bringing your attention up towards him. You begin to lean more into Minghao and he takes the moment to wrap his arms around you, placing his head on your shoulder as his friends barely even notice beyond their bickering.

"Lee Chan, is that you!" A female's voice yells across the rooftop, interrupting Chan's storytelling with an abrupt cliffhanger. All the guys turn to see a stunningly beautiful woman waving at him, but Chan's face contorts into displeasure, "Oh! Well, would you look at the time! I have to go," Chan begins a hasty round of goodbyes to you all. "It was great seeing you all again, especially you, (y/n)."

"I'll see you all at the wedding on Friday!" Chan quickly ducks behind you before backtracking, "Wait, are you both flying to Hong Kong for Junhui and Hana's second wedding?"

"Yes," Minghao answers immediately for the both of you and you nod your head in agreement, "yes."

"I'll see you all this Friday!" Chan disappears into the crowd and you turn to Minghao and the rest of the group with a questioning look.

"Let's just say that Chan has a way with women that many of us do not understand." Minghao explains, chuckling at the younger's escape. "And it typically ends up with someone screaming one way or another."

"And on that note, I'm going to find Junhui and Hana, I think they're going to be making their last toasts of the night." Soonyoung nods towards you and Minghao as Seokmin follows his lead, "I think I saw Seungcheol and Jeonghan by the bar, it was nice meeting you, (y/n)! See you at the wedding!"

The two leave your presence and you're left with Minghao lazily yawning by your ear, swaying you side to side as he closes his eyes. You peer around at him and nudge his chest, "Hey sleepyhead, you can't fall asleep on me just yet." He pouts and you can't help but nudge him again, "I'm pretty sure you owe me a dance."

"I do?" Minghao scratches his head before grabbing your hand and twirling you out of his arms. "Well, if my lady demands a dance, then a dance, she gets."

He pulls you back into his arms and you can't help the smile pulling at your lips, "I did not demand," you scoff, feigning insult. "I requested."

Minghao hums in thought, "How about strongly requested? I think that's a better way of phrasing it."

"Well then, I strongly request that you kiss me."

"I think I can strongly agree to that." He presses his lips over yours and there's that unmistakable parade of fireworks in your stomach just as your heart flutters over and over again in your chest. Once you pull away, you can't help but place another kiss on his lips before resting your head on his chest, feeling Minghao tighten his grip on you warmly as he smiles in content.

"Hello, attention everybody!" Junhui and Hana stand above everyone on a stage with microphones in their hands, blissful smiles on both of their faces. You and Minghao pull apart from one another and stand side by side as the happy couple thanks the party in a cheerful and raucous toast.

Off to the side, you don't seem to catch sight of two women talking with half-full flutes of champagne in their hands, disdain in their eyes and ruby red lipstick marring their lips. The priceless jewels adorning their ears and necks only serve to remind everyone of their wealth and power as they mindlessly scan the rooftop.

One woman prods the other with her elbow, pointing in you and Minghao's direction, "Is that Xu Minghao? He hasn't made a single appearance at parties since he fell off the map, was it two? Three years ago? He's still so handsome," she gushes.

"Who is that with him?" The woman glares daggers into your head, but you barely even notice as you whisper something to Minghao with delight in your eyes. "I've never seen her before."

"I don't know, but we'll find out soon enough." Where you and Minghao stand, you don't even notice the way she angrily taps away on her phone, the way she turns with her back to you two and raises her camera to snap a photo of you from afar.

"This is so going in the groupchat."

*sent 1 photo to groupchat*

I didn't know Xu Minghao had a girlfriend?

What? How do you know Xu Minghao has a girlfriend?

He has a girlfriend?!

OmG he does??

I'm at wen junhui's pre-wedding party in korea, xu minghao is here too and so is kim mingyu and kwon soonyoung and lee chan

what does she even look like?

They must be serious if she's at a wedding party with him

I don't see them lasting long

What family is she from?

not sure, she looks to be friends with wen junhui and lee chan

DOES HIS FAMILY KNOW??

I mean he's at a wedding party in seoul, so they must know!!

But do they know know her??

My auntie's visiting the Xu's tmrw, I'll ask her if his parents know;)

what's his gf's name? I'm gonna look her up

I don't know, let me ask around

Just as the woman begins to stalk her way over to someone to dig dirt on you, there's a special shoutout over the speakers, "and to my best friend, Xu Minghao and (y/n)! Thank you for coming out all this way to celebrate one of the happiest days of my life with me!"

(y/n), her name is (y/n)

(l/n) (y/n)? what family is she from?

I've never heard of her in my life

*received 1 photo from groupchat*

found her;)

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[winchester90210]

The BH 90210 Rewrite. 1x09: The Gentle Art of Listening.

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Read the previous chapter here!

My work is not to be reposted and/or edited without my expressed written consent. (Reblogging is fine and encouraged!!)

Chapter Summary: Who the hell is Nina? 

Warnings: Mentions of sex, jealousy, swearing. 

Word count: 2,200

A/N: I did skip 1x08 due to there not being a ton to do with it, and if I did write it, it would have been reeeaally short haha. But that means there’s a bonus chapter of some kind coming soon! Next week we’re tackling 1x10: Isn’t It Romantic? which means the start of Dylan and Brenda!

Feedback is incredibly appreciated!

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Crowds of people gathered around the schoolyard, hip-hop music booming and people cheering as the cheerleaders carried on their routine.

“Brandon, did you sign up for Battle of the Beverlies?” Steve taps his friend on the shoulder as he walks up, sun beaming brightly onto them both. His blonde curls were firm in their place, thanks to the substantial amount of hairspray he applied this morning.

“I would have, but since I work nights it’s difficult. What about you?” Brandon’s dirty blonde hair blew in his face, making him crinkle his nose.

“I’m in the uh, coed tug of war,” He smirks.

“Well, aren’t we all?” Dylan sneaks up behind them, in his usual white tee and leather jacket.

“Hey Dylan, I didn’t think grudge week would be your kind of thing,” Brandon greets.

“Grudge week is every guy’s thing,” Dylan chuckles as Steve snickers and puts on his sunglasses.

“What? I don’t get it,”

“Well, a lot of the girls get into the uh, the spirit of the scene and try to pick up older guys,” Steve grins, “Looks like Y/N’s enjoying this tradition herself.” He nods his head over to where you are– leaning with your back against the lockers, hip jutted out, twirling your hair as you talk up some senior jock. “Brandon, I thought you locked her down already?”

“Nah, she… we… agreed to be friends,” he explained for what must have been the umpteenth time that week. Brandon stiffened as he watched you over there with him, as the guy scribbles something down on a piece of paper and hands it to you.

-

“Mom, this is not funny,” Brandon gripes as his mother scrubbed at the dishes. He adjusts the cap on his head and starts chopping up a tomato.

“I didn’t say it was funny, it’s adorable!” She fawns.

“Adorable? How about psychotic?” He argues.

You roll your eyes, “Brandon, she has a crush on you! It’s cute!”

“Right! You should be flattered!” Mrs. Walsh smiles.

“Flattered that a 14-year-old follows me around all day?! And, you know, the worst part of it is, if I accidentally make eye contact with her she pretends she’s looking over the rainbow or something!” You instinctively roll your eyes for the second time. Boy, he was melodramatic sometimes.

“She’s just shy, honey, that’s all. What’s her name?”

“I don’t know, and I don’t care!” He sure acted tough for a guy that was helping his mommy make dinner. And he sure was cute. Even with that dumb blue backwards hat on.

“Oh, you’re such a heartbreaker!” Cindy jokes, moving to set the table.

“It’s because he can afford to be,” you quip.

-

“So, d'ya hear about what Brandon got up to last night with Nina?” Steve wiggles his eyebrows as you both walk through the halls together.

“Nina?” Whatever. You’re friends. And he can talk to other girls. Nothing wrong with that. You don’t care. Nina who?

“Just this incredible older woman he met at the peach pit. They spent some time after work together. Brandon was… pleased,” okay, so you care a little bit.

“And? What’s your point?” You try to hide the eagerness in your voice.

“Get this! She gave him… a foot rub,” your hand immediately comes out and smacks him hard on the shoulder.

“Don’t scare me like that! You think I care if he’s getting massages from people?” You stare at him in disbelief and he laughs, happily.

“That might not be all he’s getting from her soon Y/N/N,”

-

Striding down the hall with Dylan, he begins to speak.

“Y'know, Brandon was asking my advice on making it with an older woman… I’m gonna guess that he wasn’t talking about you,” He grabs your book from you as you walk to study hall in the library. Tread lightly, Y/N. Dangerous territory. Be calm. Cool. Uninterested.

“And? What’d you say?!” Dammit.

“I told him what he wanted to know,” he shrugs.

“No! Don’t do that!” You’re doing great. Super chill.

“It’s fine, the guy has no idea what he’s doing!”

“But you still encouraged him,”

“What should I have said?”

“Anything! "No” or “Stop” or “Hey! What about Y/N?! Do her!”“

"Uh-huh,” the smile on his face was amused, with a familiar yet unknown sparkle in his eye, “And you do realize that would require actually telling him how you feel, right?” You sigh.

“I just can’t believe him, y'know? He refused to sleep with Sheryl because he wasn’t in love with her, but now he’s ready to give it up to some old lady masseuse?”

“…How’d you know she was a masseuse?”

“Steve likes to update me on all things Walsh, whether I want him to or not,” you both enter the library together, quiet chatter fills the room.

You loved talking to Dylan, whenever you talked he listened. Truly listened. He absorbed every single word that fell from your mouth– carefully, intently. It was so drastically different than talking to Steve, who loved annoying you, or Kelly, who you felt was too shallow at times to have a serious conversation with (Okay, it’s not that she’s shallow, she’s great! But she doesn’t like talking about anything more complicated than the sale at Henri Bendel’s or Donna’s impending nose job.)

And… Brenda? You loved her, but you couldn’t talk to her about the raging feelings you had for her brother. And you definitely couldn’t talk to her brother about it, either. Dylan on the other hand… you got each other. As cheesy as it sounds. He could come to you with anything, and you could come to him. And it just worked. You clicked. In like, a total friend way though.

“What about the time he spent the night with you? You weren’t complaining about his pre-marital exploits then,” His eyebrows go up as you both pull out your chairs from the wooden library table.

“Dylan, we didn’t have sex! We talked and I fell asleep in his bed. Fully clothed, platonic, unproblematic,” You sigh defeatedly, resting your chin in your hand, “I haven’t been able to get myself into the peach pit for a few weeks. Because then I’d have to see him in that stupid all-white uniform, looking all… Brandon-like and I don’t know what I’d do with myself. On one hand, I’m totally cool being his friend and on the other… I’m a wreck and I’m missing out on Nat’s apple pie because of it,”

“Well, how about this? We go to the pit around 5, and if you still feel awful after Nat’s apple pie then we can retreat back to my place and watch Animal Crackers. Deal?” You pause.

“You’re on, McKay,”

-

You, Kelly, and Brenda lay on Brenda’s bed, with you in the middle, watching the wooden ceiling fan swirl around and around and around.

“Where do you think we’ll be in 10 years?” Kelly’s voice is quiet under the whirr of the fan. “Like, do you think we’ll be in a good place? Happy?”

“I hope so,” you mumble.

“I’m sure you’ll be in Paris or Rome, with a fashion empire and a gorgeous husband,” Brenda smiles.

Steve and Brandon hold their ears to the bathroom door that connects the two bedrooms.

“Steve, I really don’t think this is a good idea–”

“Relax, it’s a great idea. It’s the only way to hear what actually goes on in there,” Steve scoffs, “Haven’t you spied on your sister before?”

“Yeah, when I was 12. I’m 17, dude,” He scolds him in a whisper as you and the girls chatter on the other side of the door.

“Do you think we’ll be married?” Brenda rests her hands under her head, her brown hair shiny and soft under her palm.

“Oh, totally! Or at least… close to it,” You smile.

“Bren, your husband is gonna be totally cool– like a musician or a race car driver or something. And Y/N/N, your husband’s… ” Her genuine smile morphs into a mischievous smirk “Steve.” You give her an offended gasp as you all erupt into giggles.

“No amount of money in the world, Kel,” you shake your head and sit up against Brenda’s headboard.

Brandon silently cracks up at his friend’s misfortune and perfect timing, and Steve delivers a hard hit to his shoulder.

“Actually, y'know who you’ll probably marry? Brandon,” You’re drop-dead silent. Brenda notices the look you’re giving her and she continues, “No, I’m serious! You guys are like, meant for each other. You’re basically the girl version of him– just prettier, funnier, less annoying, and…actually, majorly out of his league… but still, I think you guys would totally work.”

“There’s no way, he’s too… Brandon,” you reject, “And he’s your brother. I couldn’t do that, Bren. It’d be like Kelly dating my brother!”

“Well… is he cute?” Kelly smirks, blonde hair blowing softly under the fan. “Oh! You got that senior’s number for me, right?”

“Come on, I feel weird doing this,” Brandon protests, “If I want to know something I can just ask, I don’t have to invade her privacy.”

“It’s not like we’re watching them through a window, we’re just listening,”

“Look, you stay here and be creepy, but I have to get ready for work,” He stands up with a huff, leaving his tempestuous friend to his own devices.

-

“So?” Dylan folds his hands as you take your last bite of pie.

“You were right,” You concede, sliding the empty mini tin away from you, “You could say this pie was the answer to world peace and I’d believe you.”

“Want one more?”

“Ah, no I couldn’t. I should probably get going,”

“Crazy, have one more! On the house!”

“Really, I couldn’t,” you insist. Dylan holds up a finger and mouths “One more” and Nat is off into the kitchen.

“The secret is the sour cream,” Nat smiles, small pie in hand.

You look to Dylan, then to Nat. Why are they forcing pie onto you?

“Look, if it’s too much we can share it,” Dylan shrugs. You hand him a fork and leave yours on the counter.

“Brandon should be here soon if you want to stay a minute, I’m sure the kid would be happy to see you, you know… considering,”

“Considering?” You sip from your glass.

“Considering,” he winks, and in one swift motion he’s gone with your empty dish. Okay, you were sure of it. This entire town was on drugs.

Not even 5 minutes later, Brandon comes in through the back, all-white clothes adorning his figure. Heart be still.

“Oh, hey!” He smiles brightly, the scent of his cologne immediately apparent. (When did he start wearing cologne?)

“Oh, hi,” you take one last sip of your water, “I was actually just on my way out.”

“You haven’t even touched your pie yet! You love my pie!” Nat interjects.

“You sit and eat, I’ll be right back,” Dylan’s off into the bathroom and Nat’s disappeared suddenly into one of the booths.

Those bastards.

“So, what’s been going on, Y/N/N?”

“You saw me yesterday, not a ton,” you shrug and stick your fork in your pie, “Hung out with Brenda and Kelly, took a biology test, bought street drugs off some guy in a van,”

He chuckles brightly, “Productive day, huh?” He leans down, propping himself onto the brightly colored counter with his elbows.

“Oh yeah, this might be my favorite part though,” you barely nod as your eyes meet.

“Mine too,” He smiles bashfully, that twinkle in his eye going strong.

“Uh, the– the pie, obviously,”

“Oh yeah, no, the pie’s fantastic,” He grins, “do you want some ice cream with that?”

“Yeah, why not?”

-

The regular hustle and bustle of the hallways was a-go as Steve and Brandon trailed down them.

“Hey Brandon, whatever happened to that older chick that was coming onto you?”

“Oh, we’re just good friends,” He shrugs.

“Face it, you blew it!” Steve shakes his head as he speaks,

“Nothing was blown,” Brandon argued, “I decided against it and called it off.”

“You know what your problem is? You’re hung up on this age thing. What you need is a girl your own age! Someone spunky… annoying… hot, maybe midwestern!” Although those wouldn’t necessarily be Brandon’s choice of adjectives, he knew what his friend was getting to.

“Steve–”

“No, Brandon. I’m sick of you bitching and moaning about this girl, and I’m sick of her bitching about you. Look, I mean this in the friendliest way possible– it’s annoying and you’re both pathetic,”

Brandon’s brows furrow together, “Gee, thanks,”

“No, look, what I’m saying is… Instead of moaning apart… moan… together,” Steve’s eyebrows bounce up and down as he finishes his sentence, paired with his signature Cheshire grin. How long had he been preparing that line for?

“Y'know, that’s very insightful, but I think I’ve got it covered,” Brandon laughs, “But seriously, never give me relationship advice ever again.”

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[mf-fairy-princess]

Problematic and Proud: Instagram Artist Beebosloth

Alright, I tried posting this to Reddit but that whole website is fucked so. Tumblr is crazy toxic and I want absolutely nothing to do with this website lmao, I just know if it’s posted here, it will show up in google search results. 

Alright, so there's this artist on Instagram. Nothing new and unique there. In fact, there isn't really anything special about this particular prick at all. Rather, he more-so represents a larger cancerous growth within Instagram; entitlement, and toxicity.

I know, I know, "Hey dumbass, that's the entirety of the internet." Yeah, you're damn right it is. Does that make it any less gross? Any less pathetic? These humans are still humans, they know what they're doing.

So what exactly is Beebosloth? Unless you've come here from googling the name followed by some key-word synonyms of "problematic," you're probably unfamiliar with his presence on earth. @Beebosloth (Stan Osipov) is a pretty general artist on Instagram, pumping out at least one sketch a day; his works are namely skeletal, usually black and white, usually accompanied with an odd little strip of slogan text which rarely fits the image subject. People have gotten his works tattooed, he's almost up to 300k followers now, etc etc, he's doing alright for himself.

If there's one thing that millennials and gen-Z kids' insane internet vigilante rampages have taught us, it's that successful people can be, and often are, problematic as all hell. Beebosloth is no exception.

I had been following the artist for close to 3 years, giving him general support through likes on his posts, but also going an extra mile in standing up for him for 2 problems he had been facing repeatedly as an artist. First, due to the general popular aesthetic of his art, his works were getting reposted a lot, often without credit. There would even be imitation accounts which would post nothing but his art, essentially pretending to be him. I repeatedly took it upon myself to give them the ol' trollish finger wag, in an unlikely hope they'd better their behavior or at least let passersby know who the real artist was.

Another problem he was facing was Instagram support; (Ooh what a surprise, when has that ever happened to anyone)? The way he went on about it had us all believing that Instagram would never punish those who committed these unethical acts. And that was the entirety of the problem at first; not punishing other people who had done him wrong. He made several posts and stories complaining about this, usually enticing his followers to go out and do his bidding in this regard. Then . . there was an incident, and the first instance that really alerted me to Beebosloth's behavior.

This is a man who spends half his posts whining because he refuses to learn how internet-related copyright laws work. Even though with the sheer amount of trials and failures he's experienced, he should be an expert on them by now. A dude who claims every 5 seconds that he's getting his work stolen . . . which is why this next part is such a kicker.

I wish I could remember the time exactly, (but unfortunately I'm not pursuing a degree in problematic Instagram artists, and these details have just really just slipped my mind). It was March; I believe of this year. I scrolled through Instagram like normal, came upon a new post by beebosloth, and noticed that this one had about twice the typical amount of attention attached to it. Osipov had posted a doodle of a skeleton arm, holding up a ticket which read "1 WAY TICKET TO HELL." Pretty simple, pretty basic. And the next picture on the slide was the exact same thing, only this time, it wasn't in his style. I believe he also included screenshots of an incredibly petty argument between him and the other artist, in which she accused him of stealing the design from her. - In the caption he's ranting, he's raving, Instagram copyrighted his version and removed it. He does something else too . . . .

Now, these images are the exact damn same, I wish I could find her original work but it has really just disappeared. After what Stan Osipov does next, it wouldn't really surprise me if she deleted her Instagram to cut out the toxicity of this whole situation. And here's the most important part to consider of all of this; not beeblosloth's cruel, immature, reaction, not his history of sending his followers to spend their own personal time being terrible to other users on his behalf, this-

The artist who claimed Osipov had stolen her work- posted it first. Actually I believe she posted it a few weeks before beeblosloth ever did. And keep in mind- the only feasible difference between these two photos is the art style. They are exact same in every possible detail. Now, unfortunately, at the time I was a member of beebosloth's cult following. I really made up any possible excuse to believe that somehow, regardless of how impossible and ridiculous it would be, this girl was lying about beebosloth just ripping her off majorly. Even though- she kept the matter private, between themselves. Beebosloth was the one who posted their screenshots, made this a "let's get everyone involved and invoke the wrath of my followers" thing.

In the caption, (or maybe in a new post), Beebosloth then goes on to beckon everyone to draw this image, he starts a #drawthisinyourstyle challenge. He also, of course, incites his followers to go send hate the the original artist. I will admit I stupidly wanted to believe beebosloth was the original artist, and maybe there was some justification to him posting the screenshots, but that part, I didn't like. That was totally unnecessary, even if he was somehow telling the truth.Can we just step back and assess how insane this situation is?

Osipov casually rips off another artist

He gets caught, called out in private, and the image is removed

He reposts his imitation image, as well as the original one, the original artist's details, the screenshots from their private conversation; he tells his followers to go send hate to the original artist because she hurt his feelings by calling him out.

He starts a competition encouraging everyone to rip off her image in their own style. In turn getting dozens of results, making a considerable chunk of the Instagram art scene focus all negative attention on the original artist. "Well if I can't have it, I guess everyone can." (It's almost impossible to find left over images of the challenge, but I remember there being dozens upon dozens of submissions. I will post one I managed to find, as well as the original rip-off by beebosloth.)

And me and his other followers were totally blind to this insane, ridiculous, behavior. I find that all of my red flags that make me dislike people and their actions boil down to a very simple act: Being shitty to another human when they're not doing anything harmful. That's exactly what Osipov was doing here, and I just kind of let him convince me she was the perpetrator.

-- The remainder is an explanation of why I personally snapped out of this and realized he is just a really sleezy dude, it gets a bit petty, read at your own discretion. --

I kept following him after this for months, sending likes to those stolen general commercial T-shirt slogans slapped on a sketch of skeletons doing basic little things. And then one day a few weeks ago, an image crawled across my feed whose incredibly vague message just didn't sit right with me. The image, as you should be able to see here (if I've successfully posted it), contains a scene of someone trying to post something on instagram, and there is an error message which reads "Oops, nobody gives a shit about you or your selfies. Post anyways?"

First reaction: YIKES, who has Stanny got a vendetta against today? The username of the poster was "dumb bitch" to boot. I honestly couldn't tell if he was attempting to shame someone specific, people who just enjoy posting their selfies, women on Instagram, the message was so unclear and the caption wasn't a help to say the least. Actually the caption was . . . The only possible relation the caption could have had to the art itself, was . . . no actually I really can't find a damn thing to relate the two. It had the same weird aggressive energy as the image, but it was essentially an uncomfortable and unwanted pep-talk? No . . . what in the fresh hell would you call that caption?

Anyways, I just assumed the caption didn't really have a direct relation to the art image, as that was something he'd done before and is pretty typical on Instagram. But I still had a problem with the message of the image itself; essentially teaching people to feel bad about posting their selfies, and holding some sense of superiority to those who dare share an image of their face every so often. How incredibly boring, and my reaction posted in the images explains why this personally pissed me off. And if there I talk like someone complaining in an Instagram comment section, well . . . I wonder why.

His reaction - Oh man his reaction, you could not have killed someone's loyalty to you faster if you used their pet in your omelet. I mentioned how I was confused at the caption in the end of what I was saying, and I guess that's the part that offended him?! I haven't a clue how, but he starts in: "The fact that you don't understand leads me to believe that you are still very lost."

. . . . WHAT?! bahahaha! Where the hell did that come from?! My mouth fell agape. First of all, I didn't understand his caption for the shear fact that it was vague and unrelated to the image. Secondly, beebolsoth, where in the shit did I say anything about being lost and remind me when I paid you to be my psychiatrist.  He goes on in this ridiculous narcissistic tone, making totally wild claims as if he's known me my whole life and can speak to my personal character, and my mental state. What a creep. Is he playing The Rewired Soul here? I didn't know, I didn't particularly care. The mild entertainment I received from viewing his images wasn't worth being talked to like I've just told freaking Sigmund Freud I don't like the taste of lima beans. After receiving some darling, and for some reason, racist hate from his cult followers, I unfollowed him.

But really, isn't that just one of the cringiest feelings out there? Realizing you've been doing back-flips for someone who would treat you like absolute dirt just for the fun of it? Well, now this experience is documented. Hopefully the true original artist of the "One way ticket to hell" piece is doing alright. And the next time Osipov does something weird and horrible, people can come here, and know it definitely wasn't the first time.