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shady-swan-jones · 10 months ago

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Silicon Valley fic Masterlist

Hallfoyle, mine:

Schrödinger's cat

"First you say ‘I like you’ as if I haven’t spent the last three years watching you being a mean sarcastic asshole and not caring about anyone’s feelings. Then you add ‘not like that’, disappear, and proceed to never mention it again. And go to extreme lengths to avoid me. So, for fuck’s sake, Gilfoyle, what is your deal?” -/- Monica is furious. Gilfoyle falls back on science and philosophy as a way to address his feelings. Naturally.

The Road Not Taken

Laurie offers Monica everything she ever wanted if she goes back to Bream-Hall. But is it too late now that she's helming Pied Piper? Did she make the right choice, risking it all for a dream and a New Internet?

What Are You Waiting For

Gilfoyle has the chance to write the algorythm that will make him post-Pied Piper famous, the king of System Architecture. Monica has received an offer she doesn't share with the group. But why do they both procrastinate when they're faced with what is, arguably, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity? -a short fic about holding back

This Guy Fucks

There were a number of instances in the last year that left Dinesh Chungtai utterly dumbfounded. Yet, nothing came close to surprising him more than seeing his satanist buddy leaving a cup of coffee on Monica’s desk like it’s normal Gilfoyle behavior. - a Hallfoyle story

Don't SCRUM it up, Gilf

“At least I didn’t put my girlfriend in prison because I was too much of a pussy to break up with her”, Girlfoyle grips. Dinesh pauses, the beer bottle halfway to his mouth. “At least I had a real girlfriend, instead of stringing someone along while mooning over a girl who doesn’t even bother to reject me”.

Hallfoyle:

Can't Keep My Hands Off Of You by ShyRomantic

Gilfoyle and Monica were having a hard time keeping their hands to themselves, they keep getting caught but they just can't bring themselves to stop. Their friends handle their passions in the best way they can.

Attractive Opposites by Ariana (ariana_paris) [complete]

Gilfoyle likes Monica. Monica doesn’t like Gilfoyle. Or at least she doesn’t until she knows he likes her. Not that she wants a relationship with him, of course. They are complete opposites, after all. But you know what they say about opposites…

Halloween Hijinx by ShyRomantic

Pied Piper decides to throw a halloween party for the office, blow off some steam. Monica might have forgotten her costume but Gilfoyle has a trick or two up his sleeve that might help, and Dinesh might have a full meltdown in the process.

I Like You by DialandyouShallReceive

Takes place after "I like you" happens in 5.08. I love these weird nerds.

together_a five times prompt by blackfodder

Gilfoyle and Monica are in a relationship. People find out as time goes on.

Perfect Illusion by Ariana (ariana_paris) [c]

Monica urgently needs a plus one for a school friend's wedding. Since nobody suitable is available, she takes Gilfoyle.

Only the Good Die Young by ProgramasaurusRex [wip]

Monica's a Catholic. Gilfoyle's a Satanist. Both of them are confused.

Running a Half-Cryptonomicom by Ariana (ariana_paris)

Set during 6x02. Monica is upset about something and Gilfoyle's ego is slightly bruised.

Purgatory by Cole88 [wip]

Gilfoyle has convinced himself that he is content. Monica disagrees. Sort of.

National Anthem by violet_saturn [wip]

Pied Piper's CFO and Systems Architect haven't interacted much since their victory over the 51% attack. Will Pied Piper's first 4th of July party change things?

Jared/Richard:

The Weight of Us by @onequartercanadian

The Uber Kidnapper had been on the loose for two years, using Uber to abduct unsuspecting passengers who are never seen again. His last three victims were in San Francisco and Palo Alto. When Richard is his latest victim, Jared stops at nothing to find him. Especially when he realizes what his true feelings for Richard are.

Set It Up by @iambickentameter

In an ingenious attempt to occupy Jared's time, Monica and Gilfoyle take increasingly extreme measures to set him up with Richard.

work friends who live in their workplace by iknowandimsorry

After Pied Piper fails, Richard doesn’t travel. He goes back to the Hacker Hostel and rots. Jared goes with him.

I like me better when I'm with you by @seasiderendezvouss [c]

Hiring Jared was supposed to be a simple act of revenge. Richard would poach him to get back and Gavin and that would be it… at least, that was supposed to be it.

One Last Chance by Ilsistemaperiodico

They may finally find a way to make Son of Anton works.

the curve became a sphere by darklips_paleface

Richard needed space to figure out how to talk to Jared again, how to let him know that Richard wasn’t some tech messiah anymore and that Jared needed to stop treating him like he was something special when he was just some guy now. Or maybe he’d go on this whole global adventure thing, and Eat Pray Love himself into being a better person, a better friend. Here's hoping.

i'm sorry, okay? by lohoron [c]

“You have to take care of your cuticles, Richard,” Jared had whispered kindly, “Such a beautiful person like you should have the neatest cuticles in the world.” Richard had brushed it off. Another Mr. Potato Head of Beautiful People comment. It wasn't a big deal. But he felt a swelling in his tummy he can only describe as gratitude.

#i only put the fics ive read but if you have more recs message me or reblog #sillicon valley #jared dunn #richard hendricks #bertram gilfoyle #monica hall #hallfoyle #sillicon valley ff #my lists #my fics

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stupendousgardenunknown · 2 years ago

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Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi x f!reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: cheating, extramarital affair, foreplay, praise kink, drug use, penetrative sex. Minors DNI

Notes: All characters are aged up. Silicon Valley!AU

Chapter 14: It Might be Okay

Maybe Shinsou did die. Maybe when he came- his heart gave out. He died a happy man- but because of his sins- he was sent straight to hell.

This must be hell. Out of all the hotels, in all of Silicon Valley. In all of California. In all of the world. She had to be here?

At the very least, Shinsou can say it was worth it. To feel your skin against his lips, to hear you sigh and moan. Yeah, it was worth it. But that doesn’t lessen the anger and disappointment stirring in his stomach right now as Kari recognizes him and her face switches from shock to that smug know-it-all look she would often get when she knows she has something over him. She turns her head to say something to someone, and even reaches to close the door behind her as she moves her arms to fold in front of her.

She’s not wearing any makeup, so she looks at least 2 shades paler than the pictures she posts- but it's her all right.

“Shinsou Hitoshi.” She says, sounding amazed. A sick grin spread over her face. Shinsou then feels you emerge from behind him, and instinctively, he moves his body in front of you. As if to protect you from a vicious predator. He immediately regrets it however, knowing how it must look- and he knows Kari clocked the movement.

“Shin-” Your voice pipes up and finally you move from behind him and your own heart stops in your chest. It takes you a second- you’ve seen the paparazzi photos… and you may or may not have stalked her Instagram page- full of endorsement photos and totally candid photos of her at events and red carpets. She doesn’t look as stunning as she did in the photos you may or may not have studied- but she was definitely still beautiful. Now you wished you had put on… something better than what you were wearing now.

“Thanks for meeting me up here- why don’t you… go and grab a table.” Shinsou says, turning to you and his expression said “I’m sorry.” This was bad, and even you knew that. You suspected that things didn’t end well with Kari- not that Shinsou really divulged how the break up happened, and her seeing Shinsou here with another woman… leaving his hotel room no less, well. It didn’t take a genius to feel worried about what she may do… or say.

“Yeah-” Your eyes flick between Shinsou and Kari, but ultimately you try your best to put on a casual face- like you have no idea why the blonde woman is looking at you like you’re a Thanksgiving ham. Something to be devoured. “I’ll go ahead and do that.” A friend would know that she was obviously Shinsou’s ex. A friend wouldn’t look bothered or like a deer in headlights. Biting your lower lip, you walk past her, trying your hardest to not look back. To not turn and give Shinsou a reassuring smile. But when you do turn and face the hallway, as the elevator doors close, you can see your purple haired lover wearing the angriest look you’ve ever seen on his face.

…

“Kari-” Shinsou starts but a laugh erupts from the blonde’s throat. That’s what the worst of it is- the fact that he can’t just act casual. Kari knows him too well. She knows his tells- most of them anyway. And she could tell just from five seconds of looking at you two- that you meant something to him. She knows- because that’s the way Shinsou used to look at her, act around her. Except this was more intense. More serious. Kari leans against the door frame, running her tongue over her front teeth before clicking her tongue.

“And who was that? Aren’t you with… what’s her name? Latest popstar?” She knew. Shinsou knew, and Kari knew. But her pride would never allow her to openly admit that whenever Shinsou’s name popped up across social media- she looked. Shinsou stared at her, eyes narrowing before nodding towards her.

“It’s business- and what are you doing here?” Shinsou asked back, leaning against his own hotel room door frame- stuffing his hands into his pockets. Kari’s brows raise- something she did a lot towards the end of their relationship. When Shinsou became sharper of her excuses, her prodding.

“Thought you were in New York.” He added. Kari smiles that bright shiny smile she wore whenever she heard she was being nominated for her half-assed acting.

“You saw my SNL episode?” She asks, taking a step forward. Shinsou shifts, sighing loudly.

“Nah- I only watch the episodes with the big actors on it.” He says slyly before mentally slapping at his mouth. His default was sarcasm, but he really didn’t want to piss Kari off. Not when she can easily call paparazzi, which means you would have to go home, which means he wouldn’t get to spend more unrestricted time with you. Right now, he was willing to do anything- including being nice to his ex.

“I’m just helping out a friend with an event. Company’s sponsoring-”

“And you’re the one who has to help?” Kari interjects. This was getting tiresome. Shinsou could be downstairs with you- making you laugh and getting energy to go another few rounds of rousing sex. But no- the demons from below wanted to torture him. Shinsou steps towards the blonde woman- shoulders stiff and irritation making its way onto his face.

“What’s the problem Kari- come on. You’ve never been good at beatin’ ‘round the bush.” He says. He stares down at her and she tries her best to match his energy but doesn’t succeed. She’s too insecure. Too much of a people pleaser. Or maybe she’s just still not used to being treated like everybody else.

“I thought you were dating someone. Doesn’t look good-” Her doe-like eyes flashing over to the elevator where you were just moments ago. “Being at a hotel with someone else.” Shinsou had to restrain himself, after all he did to protect your image. He could give a shit that his sham of a relationship with Jirou would be outed- but you being viewed as the homewrecker is something he won’t tolerate. One word, a tweet, an email to a Deux Moi-esque page and you would be ruined. Your marriage would be called into question. Worst case scenario, your husband would get suspicious, uncover your affair with Shinsou and divorce you, leaving you financially ruined. Slightly better case scenario, your husband would have you cut off contact with Shinsou to save face. Neither sounded good to him.

“Don’t get her involved.” He warned, eyes unwavering. His ex seemed a little shaken by this, his “fuck you” stare. Kari laughs out of instinct- not that anything about this was funny. She’s seen Shinsou mad, but this was different. Her words catch in her throat, as if her body was giving her a second chance to think over her words.

“Who is she?” Kari asks, trying her best to maintain eye contact, to not look visibly scared by Shinsou’s intenseness. Shinsou leans in. He didn’t want it to come to this, he really didn’t. But for you?

“Touch her and I’ll release those videos. You can kiss any future movie deals, any brand deals, any TV shows, goodbye.” Back when things started to get rocky, Shinsou decided to secretly record their fights. One thing his Dad taught him was to always have receipts. Always make sure you have your bases covered, and although he loved Kari- at the time anyway- she was an actress. He was COO of an up-and-coming tech firm.

Kari’s eyes jet open.

“You wouldn’t.” She squeaks out, and her bottom lip quivers ever so slight with the words. Shinsou could feel his fingers curl into a fist against the door frame.

“I would. If I even catch wind of you trying to twist my friend and I working together here into anything beyond, I won’t hesitate. So no, ‘friend of a friend’, leaking a story for you, no anonymous tip shit.” Shinsou can feel his teeth bared, like an animal trying to warn another. There’s a deadly silence when Shinsou finally decides he’s left you alone for long enough. He needs to see you again and smell your hair. Tapping his fist against the doorframe he leans back onto his leg and throws a boy-like grin towards his ex.

“Thanks, Kari. I knew you’d understand. Safe travels.”

…

The restaurant is buzzing. You sip nervously on your water as you read the menu for the seventh time now, even though you already decided on the big eye tuna and yellowtail sashimi. There’s a business meeting for a VC firm a few tables away from you, and a couple enjoying a lunch another few tables from you. Nibbling on your lower lip, you open your phone again and you can’t help but to search for Kari’s Instagram handle.

It’s masochistic, you know, but you can’t help yourself. Kari’s latest post is her outside the airport, advertising jeans “so comfortable you can wear them on the plane!”. Cue eye roll. Her makeup is perfect and her hair is perfect, you’re starting to rethink your matching jogger set and sneakers you normally wear to the airport. With a sigh, you force yourself to exit out of the app and set your phone on the table- face down.

That didn’t matter. It didn’t matter how fabulous and gorgeous and beloved Kari was. Taking another sip, you try to remember the good weekend you’ve been having with your purple-haired lover. Remember how his tongue felt against your neck and your clit. How he filled you just right. Right as you could feel the heat pooling in your lower stomach, a familiar purple haired man appeared before the bar, eyes meeting yours and a small smirk erupting onto his face as he started to make a beeline towards you.

You couldn’t help but to return the smile, self consciously swiping a lock of hair behind your ear. Shinsou sits across from you, placing both hands firmly against the table and leaning in slightly.

“Don’t worry about Kari.” He states, before his eyes flick down to start reading the menu.

“What?” You ask, suddenly straightening.

“She’s not going to mess with you. With us.” Shinsou seems eager to have the subject dropped, with the way he rushes his words and shoulders hunched.

“Wha-What did you tell her?” You ask. Everything seems so loud all of a sudden. Clinking of plates and metal and glass. Shinsou faces you, his lips firmly pressed together.

“Don’t worry about it, doll.” You normally love the pet name, but can’t help but to feel it’s using it against you in this instance. Shinsoo's gaze returns to the menu, finger tapping on the table. He doesn’t want to be authoritative with you- but there are some things he would prefer you not to know. You don’t need to be worrying your pretty little head about anything.

“I think… I’m going to get a few rolls.” He sighs out looking back at you. You’re shifting in your seat and he realizes that he needs to butter you up again. All he wants is you to be happy- more importantly, happy with him. He reaches out and envelops your hand in his, your name spilling over his lips to catch your attention.

“I love you- I just…” He sighs and leans back into his chair. He wishes he had a blunt to relieve the tingles of anxiety rolling through his stomach.

“I want to make sure you’re protected.” He says. You stare at him for a moment, unsure how to feel about his words. Sure it’s nice that he wants to protect you, but you’re an adult woman. Your husband had locked you into that prenup under the guise of “protection”. You had survived this world without Albert- hell even Shinsou, and you certainly didn’t need their efforts in “protection.” But you didn’t want to hurt your lovers’ feelings.

“Listen,” You start, planting your hands firmly on your knees. “I appreciate the thought. But I’m a grown woman.” You say, taking the cloth napkin from the table and placing it over your lap. Your hands just need something to do. Shinsou avoids your eyes, and he doesn’t bring up the topic again for the rest of lunch.

…

You sigh as you re-enter the hotel room, throwing your purse onto the bed and plopping onto the soft sheets. Shinsou enters behind you, softly closing the door and stuffing his hands into his pant pockets. He needs to make this right. Biting his lower lip, he stares. You look exhausted, stressed.

“You’re gorgeous.” He says without thinking. Barely moving your head, your eyes find his figure and your lover can find evidence of a small smile on your face that isn’t hidden by hair.

“You’re sucking up.” You say back.

“Am I? I’m telling the truth.” He starts to make his way to you, the bed dipping from his weight.

“You’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.” You want to say he’s lying. But the way his eyes glitter under his lids, the way his hand firmly lays on your hip and you can feel his knee between your legs, forcing you onto your back- you can’t help but to want to hear more.

“I wanna make you feel good.” It’s been too long since he’s heard your breathy moans, and he’s eager for them. Combing his fingers in your hair, you don’t object as his lips crash onto yours. He breaks for a second to take off his shirt- pink nipples already perked and standing in attention. You don’t hesitate and lean up to take one into your mouth, tongue circling before giving him a light bite. He groans and returns to kiss you again, his tongue brushing over your teeth, trying to explore as much as he can. He can feel your body wiggling underneath him, and he knows exactly what you need.

His steady hands unzip your pants and he slides them off with ease, throwing them where his shirt ended up, and his hands slide up your thighs.

“Shinsou,” His name escapes your mouth, almost as if he’s all you know. When it’s just you and him- nothing else matters. Not your marriage, not his ex, not his career, not your prenup- nothing but him and you. He moves onto your neck, tongue swirling onto a sensitive spot right under your jaw and it sends electricity to your cunt. You can feel the warmth pooling, soaking your underwear already. It’s that electricity again, that inexplicable power that surges through you the exact same way as when you first met.

“You’re mine.” He whispers against your skin.

“I’m yours.” You say back, and he sighs at the words- the reassurance. He faces you, and his pupils are blown with lust and something else. His hands move up, and he tilts your chin up with his thumb as you can feel his fingers tensing on your jaw. You relinquish yourself to him, all power, all of yourself- you belong to him. You belong to each other.

“And I’m yours.” Shinsou says, face inches away from you.

“You’re mine.” You say back to him, his eyes are searching yours for a moment. Like he’s trying to find any doubt, any hesitancy from you. He doesn’t find it. He never will. His jaw tenses.

“I’m going to spit in your mouth- be a good girl and take it will ya?” He says. Your mind is buzzing, but you nod- barely. He spits into your mouth- and you swallow immediately. Your mouth reopens, tongue extended as if asking for more and the motion makes Shinsou groan audibly. If it was a test- you passed with flying colors. Shinsou abandons you for a moment, shifting off the bed and he struggles to take off his pants, you’re already working on taking off your shirt and bra.

“Good girl,” He murmurs, stroking himself once he manages to relieve himself of his pants and underwear. His cock is rock hard, and you swear you can see the veins pulsating with eagerness. You want to help him out, since he’s been so good to you the past 24 hours. You crawl to the edge of the bed and wordlessly get onto your back, presenting your mouth for fucking. Shinsou doesn’t need the verbal go ahead, he knows exactly what you want to do. He steps forward and you take his cock into your mouth.

“God- damn it-” He hisses, pushing his hair back with a free hand as you work your magic. When was the last time you gave a blowjob? Your nervousness creeps in and you wonder how good you are- but guessing by Shinsou’s moans and grunts as you swirl your hand over his cock after each gulp, you can probably safely say it’s like riding a bike. His cockhead hits the back of your throat and you can’t help but to audibly gag, but it helps.

“That’s my girl,” He moans, jaw clenching as he bends forward and he takes your breasts in his hands. He kneads your flesh and moans again as he continues to pump his cock in your mouth- your sweet sweet mouth. He needs to be touching you, to have his warm hands on your body. When his cockhead hits the back of your throat again he can’t help but to let out an obscene groan. He can’t take this anymore.

“I need to be inside you.” He says as he pulls out. Eyes trained on him, you nod as you move around on the bed. As your naked body slides up on the sheets, Shinsou tries to tally up all the good things he’s done in his life to have earned this. To have earned you. He didn’t testify against his biological parents. That was a good thing. He helped Midoriya start Brainianics. He volunteered with his adopted family every Thanksgiving.

“Come here,” Your voice is soft, shy. Eyes practically aflame with desire, a hand extended, waiting for him to join you. You’re a vision. An absolute vision, hair mussed, skin aglow, every curve fully exposed to him. He obeys, and time feels like it’s slowed. Your passionate foreplay turns into something deeper. He crawls on the bed towards you, and he kisses your throat again, hands resettling underneath your knees to open them up. He pauses a moment, biting his lower lip as he looks at you. You can sense him- as you meet his eyes once more.

“I love you.” You say, and it’s all the permission he needs. He enters you slowly, taking a moment to adjust and get used to your tight walls. It’s euphoric, with your hands on his back, nails digging into his shoulder blades. Between you gasping your little “ah”s and lewd “ooh!”s, he picks up speed- if not to hear more of you, but because with each thrust it gets harder and harder to control his tempo.

His hips move in sync with yours, a push and pull, eager to meet in the middle and make friction with yours. To make contact, to become one. It really should have been him, he thinks.

“Oh, Shinsou-” You cry, feeling your peak coming soon, legs tightening around his waist and he moans in your ear.

“What do you want, doll?” He has the nerve to ask. You grunt in response and as a smirk spread on his face slows his pace much to your dismay.

“What do you want, my doll?” He asks again, through gritted teeth. How can you even ask me that? You demand internally. I want you. You think. I want you. You must have paused for a while, because he leans on an arm and takes your jaw into his other hand, forcing you to face him.

“I want you to fuck me,” You pant. Shinsou’s smirk turned into a full scale grin as he leaned back, focused on looking at himself pulling out of you, his cock covered in your creamy slick. He moves one of your legs and hooks it over his shoulder and presses the other leg down, stretching you nice and wide for him.

“Oh, doll, you don’t have to tell me twice.” He practically purrs. His thrusts get more erratic, and you don’t bother to hide how good it feels. Each time he fills you completely you let out a yelp of pleasure.

“Fuck,” You cry, hands gripping the sheets underneath you. “Fuck- Shin- I’m close,” Your whiny voice is exactly what he wants to hear. He can feel his breath hitching, stomach tightening- he’s close. But he refuses to finish before you.

“Oh, Oh, God!” You cry, small beads of tears forming at the corners of your ears. Shinsou raches down and grabs your bouncing breast, just as a treat to himself. Your walls start to clench and he knows he can’t hold out any longer. He picks up his pace and finally with a loud moan- you squeeze him to the point of pleasurable pain. You’re milking him with your tight cunt and Shinsou moans back through gritted teeth.

“There you go, doll.” He manages as he holds his breath- feeling you pulsate around him. By the third squeeze, he can’t take it anymore. He pulls out and furiously fists himself until thick ropes of cum decorate your abdomen.

“Fuuuuuck,” Shinsou sighs through his release. You’re still panting, trying to regulate your heartbeat after the shattering orgasm, looking at him with eyes that make his heart burst with affection for you.

“Oh my God,” You pant, Shinsou takes a moment to move your leg off of him, but reaches up and cups your face as he gives you a deep kiss.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” He says.

…

As you pack, Shinsou decides to smoke another joint. As he watches you run back and forth from the bathroom to the bed, organizing and reorganizing everything in your bag, he can't decide if he’s smoking because he wants to numb this feeling or because it’s just a habit. As you fold a shirt and stuff it in, zipping it closed- he reluctantly decides it's the former. He knows you have to return home- to your life, a life where you have to pretend like he has never been inside you, like he’s never kissed you, like he’s never confessed his love to you. It twists his heart in all sorts of ugly ways. He takes a hit before the joint burns up too much. Regardless, it doesn’t make it easier. There’s a hole in his heart forming where you belong.

Shinsou walks you out and to your car, and once you make it it places a hand on the driver door handle before you can. He doesn’t want you to leave just yet- he wants you to wait just a bit longer.

“I’m sorry about before.” He says, eyes flashing to yours and you can read the apology all over him.

“But I guess we had to have our first fight eventually.” When he looks at you again he’s wearing that smirk you know and love. You snort in response. To be honest- you thought him fucking you into the mattress was his apology- it was nice to know he can use his words too. You give him a side-hug- just in case there were still any passerbyers that could see you two but still risk settling your cheek to his chest.

“Well I look forward to other firsts.” You mutter as he moves aside to allow you to open the door and throw your bag and purse into the passenger seat.

“Oh! Wait,” Shinsou’s voice rings as before you can hoist yourself into the driver seat. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a device that looks suspiciously like a garage door opener.

“Thanks but I have my own garage-” You start before your purple haired lover waves you off.

“No, it’s from this security startup that I invested in- they gave me this to prove their product works.” He slides past you- his firm chest grazing your arm as he attaches the thing to your sun visor.

“Did you just bug me?” You ask, moving to inspect the device closer as Shinsou moves away.

“No-” He stifles a laugh. “Listen, just click that button if you’re ever in trouble. It’ll alert the authorities but more importantly- me. I’ll come- no matter what.” He says, softly placing a lock of hair behind your ear. The soft gesture brings heat to your cheeks and you can’t bring yourself to even look him in the eye in fear of a full blown blush erupting across your cheeks.

“Thank you Shinsou.” You manage, before hopping into your car, giving a light wave to Shinsou as you drive home.

…

Eyeing the door that he saw Kari pop out of, Shinsou slides the card over the reader and opens his door. The phone in his pocket begins buzzing, and he has a suspicion on who’s calling.

Jirou, Kyoka Calling

Her name buzzes across the screen. Of course. His married lover, his ex-girlfriend, and his fake girlfriend all manage to get a hold of him this weekend.

“What’s going on, Jirou.” A part of him thinks maybe Kari did leak something, or the paparazzi somehow caught a photo of him being too cozy with you and it’s reached back to Jirou.

“Shin-” There’s some scuffling on Jirou’s end. “I’m going on tour.” What’s that gotta do with me? Is the first thing Shinsou thinks. The air is still in the hotel room, as if the room is frozen in time without you.

“You’re going to have to attend a few shows- to show your support.” Jirou continues, not bothering to wait for Shinsou’s response. He sits on the edge of the bed, rolling his neck to the side and feeling the satisfying crack of his bones.

“Why do I feel I can’t say no?” He teases. He knows why.

“You don’t have to show up to all of them- just a few. Let me know which ones so we can plan-”

“Can I bring a friend?”

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