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taking a shower with the jujutsu kaisen men
gojo â despite what his no.1 hater says (gege) i'm telling you and promising you that he showers daily. trust me when i say his white hair is fluffy fresh. spends way too long in the shower and you get a bit bored because he's hyping himself in the mirror beforehand (who's the strongest? you are!). uses a fancy, overpriced shampoo that smells like tropical fruits but leaves the cap off each time. has broken 2-3 waterproof speakers before. once bought a waterproof phone case to scroll his phone in the shower, but ended up getting distracted on tiktok until the water went cold. his bathroom looks like a high end salon, more products than an influencer. leaves little hearts in the condensation on the mirror
nanami â you have your regular showers with nanami, but he's really more of a bath guy i think. like i'm saying a glass of wine and a candle. if he doesn't like you or your name is gojo satoru, then interrupting him here will result in the worst lecture you've ever heard in your life, but if he likes enough, he'll let you sit on the edge of the bath with him and talk about your day. the most pristine bathroom of all time, it's literally a spa. you once asked if his shower head was imbued with cursed energy, because it's just that precise and perfect. very possessive about his towels.
geto â definitely the type to stand under the shower and waste the hot water. this is mainly because he can't help but monologue about his philosophy for too long, and by then, you've hopped out and left him there. the most perfect cherry-blossom floral scented shampoo is the only thing that can touch his thick, glossy hair. his hair is probably stuck to the shower wall a lot, but he tries to blame it on you. weirdly eclectic shower playlists that range from ominous, chanting ballads to 2000s boybands because he claims he's a man with layers.
toji â for a man with a kinda gross job (like assassination isn't all that great right...) he smells good. but that depends on who you ask, because sometimes the scent of cologne is so strong, you feel a little nauseous. prob uses a 3-1 body wash, shampoo and conditioner because its 'all the same anyway.' this makes you cry! spends about three minutes in the shower each time, and then leaves without even drying himself, soaking wet and rawdogging the world. once got a bathrobe as a gift and tried it on for fun, but now uses it all the time when he's lounging around to eat takeout.
sukuna â once asked you to join him for a bath, and you agreed. let's just say you took a big step back when you realises why the bathwater was a thick, gloopy red. you once gave him rubber duckies as a present and he pretended to hate them and gagged. you caught him lining them up in military formation along the edges of the bathtub for 'reasons that aren't your concern.' ended up almost coughing a lung out after accidentally ingesting one too many bubbles. hates most modern inventions but enjoys a good loofah.
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DUST OF US - 01
> synopsis: 7 years ago Y/N broke Jungkookâs heart when she decided to end their relationship without an explanation. When they meet again at a friend's wedding, after almost a decade, Jungkook needs answers to move on.
> pairing: Jungkook x reader
> genre: romance, ex to lovers au
> warnings: explicit languages, violence, smut, cheating, nsfw, angst, +18 minors dni !!
> word count: 2.6k
*french writer, i apologize in advance for my awful english!
AGE: 27 years old
âWhere are you going?â Baekhyun asks, stretching as you get out of bed and grab all of your clothes. It was late but you hate sleeping in another bed than yours.
âI should go home.â You simply say, pulling on your panties and jeans as the younger man whines, flipping on his back.
âOh, come on, Y/N, stay the night.â He suggests as you shake your head with an apologetic smile while putting your bra on.
âHyesun is getting married, tomorrow. I need to get up early,â You explain, but it was an excuse. You donât want to be more than intimate enough with anyone.
Once fully clothed, you grab your keys and turn to look at the man still laying completely naked in bed. âIâll see you on Monday.â
âAight, boss,â He teases making you roll your eyes. âOne last kiss?â
âBye,â You smile closing the door of his room, hearing him laugh before making your way out of his apartment.
Once in your car, you sigh, leaning on your seat as you stare at the ceiling. Eleven pm already, and tomorrowâs list kept growing in your mind.
Your way home was silent, you didnât even put music on, mentally listing all the tasks to do tomorrow morning. Drive Hyesun to the hairstylist, make sure that the flowers are delivered, get her dress, and a lot more.
The house should already be decorated by now. Hyesun was getting married at her in-lawâs house. They have a big yard and suggested to make the reception in there. Since you couldnât be here to help today, you ended up with the stressful tasks tomorrow. Her friends arenât yours.
Yes, you still have a small circle of friends in common, but Hyesun was a sunshine and most of all: an extrovert. She met her husband by boldly asking his number at a coffee shop where he was working, five years ago. Something you could never. Thatâs probably why youâre still single and sheâs getting married.
Kicking your shoes off at your front door, youâre greeted by your cat. He was a little terror. Or a demon like Namjoon loves to call him. And you canât blame your friend. Not only was Trash a black cat with only one ear, the other got cut off. You donât know how.
He was already like that when you adopted him. He was skinny and really ugly when you first got him. Well... heâs still ugly, but now heâs well-fed, maybe too much, you chuckle as you kneel to scratch the top of his head. But he was also a tiny demon who attacked everyone who dared to visit you.
âDid you miss me?â You coo as the black cat let out a meow husky enough to let you think that he smokes too many cigarettes. Heâs not a loud cat, he occasionally meows when heâs hungry or when you come home after a long day.
As you make your way to the kitchen, the fat cat follows you. Opening the fridge, you take out a bottle of water and gives him a treat. Your eyes fall on the dress youâll wear tomorrow, hanged at the bedroom door.
The wedding theme was midnight sky. So, obviously, your dress is navy blue and long enough to end at your ankles with a slit on the right side. You didnât choose it, Hyesun did.
Palming your face, you take a sip of your water and walk to your bedroom. You need a shower. You could still smell Baekhyunâs cheap cologne on your skin. And you hate it. Too used to your own scent. Not of any men anymore.
The wedding was beautiful, but you didnât expect less from your best friend. And she was gorgeous in her wedding dress. She smiles a lot, but you never see her smile that way. And all you could think was that her jaw muscles probably hurt after four hours.
âNo, what I want, is a whole butterfly starting from my shoulders to my ribs,â Your friend, Hwan explains to you as she flips to show her bare back. You canât help but scoff, taking a sip of your wine.
âWhy? You want to become a fairy or something?â You ask arching a brow as she turns to face you, frowning.
âDonât make fun of me,â Hwan pouts, folding her arms under her chest, âI saw it on Pinterest, I totally fell in love with it.â
âA tattoo is for life, you know?â You sigh, finishing your glass before tilting your head to brush your fingers on her back, right where her ribs are. âAnd this part is sensitive. Itâll hurt like hell.â
Hwan shivers at your touch, and you chuckle. You know her. She wants a tattoo today, a piercing tomorrow and in two weeks sheâll regret both. The red head -a dye she did without a second thought- rolls her eyes.
âAnd you think I canât handle the pain?â She asks with an attitude, a tone that makes you pinch her forearm as she squirms and step back. âAre you crazy?â
âYou canât handle the pain, Hwan.â You conclude while she rubs the part that start to turn red.
âYouâre the worst tattoo artist I know. Iâll give you a bad review on Google.â She groans as you smirk and stick your tongueâs out at her, making her smile amused by you.
Your eyes scan the room full of guests you donât know before a huge smile spread on your lips as you notice the man all alone. He was sipping his glass of whisky as he looks at his phone, feigning to be interested but heâs probably scrolling emptily. You know him. He hates when people try to connect with him.
Excusing yourself from Hwan and the other girls, you make your way to your friend, too busy on his phone to see you coming.
âYoongs,â You call him once youâre a few steps closer to him, he lifts his cat eyes from his screen before offering you a slight smirk and opening his arms as you nestle against his chest. Youâre not really touchy, but with Yoongi, it was different.
âNice dress.â He simply says, his nose in your hair before you pull back to look at him. He looks nice too. His hair is longer, but it suits him.
âYou didnât cut your hair?â You ask as he sighs, rolling a strand between his finger as you keep an arm around his waist.
âDidnât have the time for it.â, He mumbles taking another sip of his whisky. âI didnât know you would be here. Since you own a tattoo shop, we donât see you often anymore.â
âItâs my best friendâs wedding, I couldnât miss it. She would have dragged my ass back here.â you chuckle making him smile and nod.
âThat sounds like Hyesun,â He jokes as you smile.
Yoongi wasnât that tall, but he was still everyoneâs type. Calm, mysterious, and good looking. If only dating was on his plans. That guy will probably stay single his whole life, too focused on his work.
âI was looking for you everywhere!â Hyesun groans grabbing your arm.
âI was here,â You simply reply, raising your shoulders, making Yoongi looks at you both amused. You probably get along because youâre both sarcastic. At least you know thatâs something he likes about you.
âThanks Sherlock, Mystery solved!â She rolls her eyes, before pulling you away from your friend, âCome on, follow me, I want to take pictures with you.â
She quickly waves at Yoongi, blowing a kiss at him as he didnât move before pushing you away.
âHeâs like a good old wine. Every time I see him, heâs getting hotter.â She smirks as you make your way to the photographer.
âArenât you married?â You joke making her roll her eyes.
âMarried, not blind. As long as I touch with my eyes,â She adds as you shake your head, laughing, joining the girls.
Yoongi leaves his empty glass on the table next to him, an amused smirk on his face. If you stayed longer, he would have been part of an interesting reunion.
âShit, I almost peed myself. There is a whole queue at the male bathroom,â The younger man groans, coming back next to Yoongi as he takes back his beer. âHyung?â
The older man turns to his friend and arches a brow to show that heâs listening.
âHyesun told me that there was a private bathroom upstairs for the closest friendsâ Yoongi simply mumbles, making Jungkook groans as he ties his hair into a bun.
âAnd you tell me only now?â the tattooed man sighs as he pulls up his sleeves, the temperature of the room getting hotter. Or maybe itâs him from running here and there.
âYou left without a word,â Yoongi shrugs like it was obvious, his eyes still on the group of girls making funny faces at the camera. Jungkook lets out a chuckle.
âWhich one?â He asks his friend who simply arches a brow. âIâm sure itâs the red head. You always had a think for girls with weird hair colors.â
Yoongi didnât say anything. Heâs used to the teasing. Itâs a loss of energy, Jungkook was competitive and if you say that the sky was blue, he would tell otherwise until you tell him he's right.
Jungkook smiles proudly, turning his attention to the bunch of girls. Hyesun had pretty friends, but heâs not surprised. Until he recognized a face. A face he knows too well, a face he loved deeply once upon a time.
You didnât change. Well⌠Your hair is shorter. You never liked your hair short, not after your mother spent your childhood cutting it into a bob.
The bangs too. You hated them. But today, you wore it gracefully. His doe eyes trail the length of it, how it brushes your shoulders when you laugh, how you have to push your bang asides.
He never hated you. Even after you broke his heart. Even after coming home to an empty apartment because you disappeared, or when you blocked his number and changed yours. He never hated you.
âYou said she wasnât here.â He frowns, turning to Yoongi who simply arches a brow.
âShe wasnât supposed to.â Yoongi replies, taking a sip of his new glass.
âI shouldnât have come.â Jungkook sighs, his brows still in a frown creating a slight wrinkle between them.
âKookie,â Yoongi turns his gaze to his friend whoâs clearly uncomfortable. âYouâre back in town. You both have the same friends group. What did you expect? Youâll have to confront her one day or another.â
âY/N,â Hwan calls you as you were taking another glass of wine, facing her with a small hm? âThe guy you talked earlier,â
âYoongi?â
âYeah, something like that. Do you know his friend?â She asks as you follow her gaze to the large man next to Yoongi, his back facing you. You liked the tattoos, and the muscular frame. The long hair was clearly a bonus.
âNo,â You reply, your eyes trailing on Yoongiâs friend. Youâll definitely ask Yoongi who that is later.
âHeâs hot,â Hwan comments as you nod, taking a sip of your wine before spitting everything out. You cough when the mysterious man turns around, laughing with your friend.
And almost immediately, you hide behind the table that separates you. Was this a joke?
âWhatâs wrong? One of your one-night stands?â Hwan chuckles clearly amused to see you, on your knees, trying to hide under the table. If only you could be sucked up by the floor. It was stupid. It was an old story. Itâs been seven years since you dumped him like an old, forgotten sock.
âItâs my ex,â You almost whisper, making Hwan wide her eyes and hide with you like she even met him before.
You never thought that youâll see him again. He disappeared for Japan right after your breakup for his studies. And you didnât think about him since then. Well, itâs a lie.
You thought about him the three first years after your split. But, he was just some old memories from the shoebox under your bed.Â
Some love letters written by a teenage boy, an empty bottle of perfume and a shirt of his that you didnât have the heart to throw. But thatâs all he was. A shoebox of memories.
âOh damn,â Hwan murmurs, âHow did you get that hot piece of man?â She asks as you roll your eyes.
He wasnât that hot when you started dating him. He had a chestnut haircut, was too skinny even if he was the sporty type, and huge doe eyes. Now heâsâŚ. a man.
âI think⌠I need to get outâ, You swallow, get up and finish your glass. Walking to the backyard, you catch a bottle on your way.
Thankfully, Hwan didnât follow you. A few persons were outside, some of them making out, the others too drunk, and probably getting some fresh air like you.
Did Hyesun invite him? Why did he come? He knows that sheâs your friend. That youâd be here. Palming your face, you lean back against the wall, taking a sip of your bottle of champagne. Fuck⌠This is childish. Youâre twenty-seven, for Godâs sake. Act like an adult.
âHiding?â You heard on your right, making you almost jump.
And here he was, a few meters away, a bottle of beer in hand. His eyes changed. He grew up.
âGood evening, Jungkook,â You breathe as he offers you a slight smile, his lips mostly forming a line.
âGood evening, Y/N,â He replies, making a few steps closer, âLong time no see.â
âYeah...â
A silence falls between you before he takes a breath like he wants to calm his nerves too. Were you two nervous around each other?
âHow⌠have you been?â He asks with a soft voice.
âGood. You?â
âGood.â
âNice.â
You wanted to punch yourself. That conversation was stupid. Back then, you two could debate about everything for hours. Now, you canât even have a basic conversation.
âI⌠Didnât know you were back.â You say, looking at the grass at your feet.
âYeah⌠I- I missed Korea.â He raises his shoulders slightly before taking a sip of his beer.
âOhâŚOkay.â You scrunch your nose and take a sip of your bottle to not look too much stupid but his lips crease in an amused smile at the bottle in your hand. Neither of you says anything. And itâs weird. âThatâs⌠some cool tattoos,â You add, trying to make the conversation as you point his entire inked sleeve with your chin.
âYeah?â He chuckles awkwardly. âI always wanted tattoos.â
âI know.â You reply, almost immediately, making him lift his gaze to you as your eyes widen. âYou- hm- You thought that Yakuza were cool.â you continue as he nods, his eyes still on you while you look away.
âYou remembered.â
You clench your jaw slightly and take another sip of champagne. You hate champagne, but you didnât read what was written on the bottle when you took it.
âYour father must be proud of you. I heard you had your own tattoo shop.â He says as your gaze soften. Jungkook and your dad were always close, he even called him âsonâ. Your father was in fact, proud of you.
âHe isâ, was all you could reply, and he nods silently before taking a deep breath.
âCan I⌠ask you a question? I need to understand somethingâ He frowns a little, turning his head to look at the backyard before finally glancing back at you. He is waiting for you to answer and you simply stare at him. âWhy did you leave me, Y/N?â
DUST OF US MASTERLIST.
WATTPAD.
buy me a coffee<3
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â° SHOW ďš ARCANE !
︾ WARNING(S) ďšâ° swearing ⸠violence ďš sex
︾ relationship ďš Vi x fem!fragile!reader x Caitlyn
NOTE: short chapter ? (If you guys have any questions head to my inbox ^^, and I all know we wanna see a sex scene where theyâre bumping against each others clits, and scissoring, Itâll happen soon trust me)
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YOU WALK INTO a pretty battered up place, a hand on your hip as you walked next to caitlyn. you were still a little injured from yesterday but thatâs okay, the green smoke was clouding your goggles that were attached to your face, causing a frustrated sigh to escape you. the rest of the enforcers including you, were searching for jinx after the incident that had happened.
It wasnât just an incident, it was a pretty big one, cause caitlynâs mom got caught in the crossfire. least to say it wasnât surprising that caitlyn was on the verge of losing it, but she was holding her composure the best she could.
Not to mention you getting hurt was one of her biggest regrets, she wish she couldâve protected you moreâ but things happen.
Vi checks over her shoulder from time to time to make sure youâre alright, she doesnât want you getting caught in her sisterâs bullshit. It was pretty scary being here, if you were truthful.
You never met jinx but youâve heard so many good and bad things about her. Honestly, none of it seemed to make sense anymore. She just sounded like a broken person overall, someone who just needed help.
Jinx was hiding somewhere near the ceiling, she could see you, caitlyn, and vi. her pink colored eyes landing on you as she raised her gun slightly, she wondered what it would be like if vi were to lose the most precious thing sheâs had in her lifeâ due to being in jail for long 7 years.
You and caitlyn really switched viâs life around, even though right now she didnât like having to be an enforcer. But if it was to stop her sister? It was the right thing to do, it has to stop at some point.
Jinx hand starts to shake as tears prick her eyes, she leans back and hides behind a wallâ not bothering to take the shot.
Sheâs just hated what her sisters become, so lovestruck on you and out to get herâ it wasnât fair.
You flinch slightly when music suddenly comes on, making you step back quickly.
âItâs okay, (name).â Maddie tells you, placing her hand on your shoulder. âNo oneâs there.â
Caitlynâs eye twitched when she saw the way maddie had placed her hand on your shoulder, her lips upturning into a frown as she grew a little annoyedâ maddie always used the sweet act with you just to get close.
And it pissed off vi and cait.
YOU HAD TO take a minute to catch your breath as you leaned against the wall, collapsing to your knees as you lift up your top underneath your shirt, the gash still there from the time you had gotten injured after the explosion. Vi and caitlyn make their way towards you, their expressions full of worry and concern.
âAre you okay, love?â Caitlyn asks as she kneels to your level, the height difference between you three very visible. Cait being taller than vi and vi being taller than you. that was so cute.
Vi tucks some of your hair behind your ear as she rubs her thumb over your cheek, âwe can take you back. you didnât have to come with us.â she tells you, leaning forward to kiss your forehead.
âNo, no,â You reply. âI want to help. Iâm tired of lying in bed doing nothing.â
Caitlyn knows it wasnât the best time to be taking at look at your boobs but they were so round and pretty she just wanted to put her hand over it and squeeze them in her possession. If only her thoughts werenât so vivid right now, she probably would be dead set on getting revenge on jinx whichâof courseâshe still is.
Vi reaches to grab the curvy part of your waist, her hand easily squeezing there gently. âOkay. but if you feel sick let us know.â
âIâm okay, guys, seriously.â You tell them, âI can handle myself.â
âIf youâre sure.â Caitlyn replies, trying to keep her dirty thoughts away.
If they were out of sight, theyâd be out of mind. right?
Wrong!
Vi couldnât help but take a look at your chest again, oh this felt so wrong and disrespectful but it felt so good at the same time. when she first met you, she already knew she would take a liking to you.
The thought of being between your legs right now and wanting to hear you whimper was not what she had in mind but she wanted it to happen, she craved it to happen.
Standing up you dust yourself off, âokay-- letâs go get the others. I think I know a route.â
âAfter you sweets.â Vi replies softly, dusting herself off.
Caitlyn stood up as well, vi taking a long look at your ass before quickly adverting her gaze.
They do not know how long theyâre gonna last.
END OF CHAPTER TWO
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post-las vegas WDC max/daniel, rated M. ~1300 words. @girlsdads mentioned something about a lil bit of LL hating in a fic so. I did a lil bit of LL hating too.
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A face floats into Maxâs field of vision probably three hours into the fifth different party Max had been shepherded to since the race ended. Heâs about ninety-percent sure heâs still in Las Vegas. He blinks blearily at it, hoping at least itâs pretty enough to look at. It has been a while since. Since.
Liam Lawson blinks back. Not who he was expecting. Gross.Â
âMax,â he says, sounding too sober for whatever time it is. The club is loud but Max can still unfortunately hear him. âAre you okay?â
Max attempts a sweeping gesture, heâs carrying a glass of something and it hits someoneâs back, making Max drop it with a smash. Liam cringes, looking like heâs about to complain. âThis is my party, mate,â Max says, cutting off whatever Liam was going to say. âIâm fucking great.â
âChristian just left,â Liam says, and Max kind of hates how he talks but what can you do. Maybe he just doesnât like Liam. âI think thereâs another party happening a few blocks from now, do you want to join me?â
If Christian left that means Max can leave without theoretically offending anybody, even though it is his party. Half of the people around him donât seem like people he knows anyway. âNah man, you go on ahead, Iâll head back to the hotel ââ
âOh then Iâll head back with you,â Liamâs probably the most cheerful heâs been since Max met him. âYuki scored and left me here.âÂ
Pity isnât something Max feels often, but he does feel a bit of pity now. In his first year he was never left alone in clubs, either Carlos or Daniel were always there making sure they were around to get him back to wherever before they took someone home or to their hotel rooms. More often it was Daniel, and more often Daniel didnât take anyone home, because they were sharing a room and more often it was just fun to watch onboards together, side by side.Â
No one else but them.Â
Then again, Max was a teenager in his first year and Liamâs twenty-two. He wouldnât need babysitting.Â
âAlright,â Max isnât sure where he is. He doesnât know how to ask Liam without sounding like an absolute idiot.Â
âI have a car waiting,â Liam adds, after Max stared off into the distance for a few seconds, willing someone to appear with a car. Maybe Max isnât being as subtle as he thought he was.Â
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Red Bull and VCARB drivers are often put up in the same hotel, usually the standard room but Helmut had finangled him a penthouse upgrade on Thursday, telling Max that he deserved a proper room to party in, like Max was going to bring home an orgy.Â
Heâs pretty sure Liam couldnât possibly have gotten a penthouse upgrade too. Heâs sure hotels only have one penthouse? Heâs sure. If he was less drunk he would be surer. But Liam makes no move to push any buttons.Â
âMind if I come up for a nightcap?â Liam asks, smiling. This is the most Max has seen him smile ever since he got DanielâŚever since Daniel left and he jumped in the car. Max does not want him to come up for a nightcap but Max is feeling generous tonight.Â
âSure, why not.â Someone had spilled what seems like a bottle of champagne on him at some point in the night and his shirt is sticking to him. Heâs too tired to shower. Meh. Itâll be a problem for hungover Max tomorrow.Â
The lift goes up insanely fast but still feels too slow for Max tonight. Heâs WDC, four times WDC, heâs used to faster things, sue him. Liam is still staring at him.Â
âGood driving tonight,â Max says, for want of anything better to do or say. He has no idea where Liam finished to be honest.Â
âI finished 16,â Liam says flatly. Yikes. Well.Â
The door dings open onto Maxâs floor. And.Â
Danielâs sitting on the giant sectional of the penthouse living room.Â
He looks gorgeous. Max wants to stare forever. He looks broad and good and tanned, his beard has filled in a lot more than when Max last saw him in Monaco, his hair thicker. The sweatshirt heâs wearing looks less oversized than usual, fitting his shoulders instead of drooping over them, and his trousers make his thighs look great.Â
Heâs smirking. He looks like a frat guy. He looks like one of those men from Victoriaâs magazines that Max definitely didnât jerk off over.Â
Max is probably drooling, and Liam runs into him as heâs stepping out of the lift.Â
âOh sorry mate I â Daniel, hello.â Liamâs voice is a bit high. Confused. Probably scared. âDidnât realize you were in Vegas. Red Bull didnâtâŚâ
Daniel stands up and comes over. Max is still staring. Daniel moves like an apex predator and Liamâs just the runt of litter in this. âHey Liam. Well. Red Bull doesnât own me anymore mate, do they? I can be wherever I want.â
He claps Liam on the shoulder in greeting then grabs Maxâs limp hand. âCame to see my boy be the World Champion again.â
Liamâs probably saying something but Max doesnât care, because Danielâs pulling him in, arms going around Max, sticky shirt and all, and Max is going to swoon because Daniel smells good, good, good, their lips meeting after ages, Danielâs lips and tongue the best, most refreshing thing Max has tasted all night. Someoneâs moaning.Â
Itâs him.Â
âUmâŚâ
Liamâs still there.Â
Max tries to pull back but Danielâs got his hands on his ass, lifting, lifting, and Maxâs legs going around him in response, and Danielâs got them on the sofa in a second, Max perched on Danielâs wide wide thighs without even separating their lips once. Itâs the hottest thing Max has ever felt. Heâs going to come just from the thought alone.Â
âLiam,â Danielâs saying, pulling back a few centimeters to give Max some breathing space. âIâm going to fuck my husband on this sofa right now, and heâs going to be screaming loud enough to be heard from the moon. So like,â he pops the k, and Maxâs dick twitches, precome dripping into his underwear, âunless you want a front row seat to that for some reason, shouldnât you be heading to bed?âÂ
âHusband?â Liamâs stuttering. âExcuse me? You canât â Does Christian know? Heâs going to be so mad at you, Max what the fuck â?â
âGet out,â Daniel says. Max has never heard him sound like that. âNow.âÂ
âIâm calling Christian,â Liam says as a parting shot. âHe wonât â heâs not going to allow this.â
âYeah you do that, mate,â Daniel rolls his eyes then squeezes Maxâs ass harder. God, heâs so hot. Max feels insane. Husband husband husband. âWhatâs he going to do, fire me again?âÂ
The lift dings shut again. Theyâre blessedly alone.Â
âHusband?â Max snorts, shivering as Danielâs fingers undo his pant buttons. âBit presumptuous of you, donât you think?â
âThe ringâs in the suitcase, baby,â Daniel says, smiling like a wolf, fingers curling around Maxâs dick. Max grinds into the feeling, needing Daniel inside him right now. This is the best day of his life. âWas hoping youâd say yes.â
âLet me think about it,â Max laughs, and Daniel bites his nipple through his shirt. âLiamâs probably told the Herald by now.â
âIâll personally send him the wedding photos,â Daniel cackles, licking up Maxâs neck, leaving wet trails in the cold air con of the room, âif he promises to send me photos of Christian when he tells him I was about to fuck him in front of you.â
âStop talking about Christian and fuck the World Champion already, husband,â Max says, his laughter turning into moans when Daniel all too willingly complies.
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Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 94 (The Body in Brindleton Bay)
cw: dead body and a blood puddle, discolored / shadowed by the lighting, just to be less graphic tbh. For that reason I also don't zoom in on the body that closely, but text mentions who it is and there's no trick! That is who it is, even without a close-up!
Conrad met his young, eager partner, Zion Spangler, at the docks. His last partner, Josephine, had stuck around a few years longer than planned, but she was so close to retirement she deferred almost all her field work to Conrad and Zion. The sergeant liked the newly-minted detective's ambition and his instinct, and they approached the crime scene with caution.
A body laid at the edge of the pier in a pool of blood, already slightly washed away by the heavy, wet coastal snow of Brindleton Bay.
"The owners of the Salty Paw said someone knocked on their door about a body by their patio tables, but everyone was inside because of the cold and no one saw anything," explained Zion.
"Did you find any clues at the scene?"
"None. The snow washed away every footprint and fingerprint we might possibly find."
Zion got down on his knees to brush through the snow surrounding the body in search of clues. But Conrad took one look at the victim and knew exactly who they needed to look for. "Any ID on him?"
"Everything. Even his money. Vic's name is Jameson Bower."
No it wasn't. Not really. "Run that name through the database back at the station. Make sure he doesn't have any aliases, check his record."
Conrad could have offered to do it himself to cover his tracks. But he wanted to mentor Zion to be as good a detective as he could be, and he knew what the body of Jimmy Stefano represented. Surveying the grisly scene, his heart raced.
When Conrad backed out of the search for Rafa, Ximena called his bluff. This was his jurisdiction. He couldn't ignore a dead body connected to the cartel in Brindleton Bay. He didn't know whether Ximena wanted to hurt the cartel or bring him down, but she wouldn't let him walk away.
He'd all but asked for this when he agreed to meet her in this very spot months earlier, hoping he could get her to disappear by giving her what she wanted, helping her brother in the process. But Ximena hated to go quietly, and if he'd ignored her she wouldn't have let him be, either. It probably always would have come to this, but that didn't make it any easier to swallow.
He called Heather to check in. "Did you get to your parents'?"
"We're fine, Conrad. Lavender's asleep again and I'm just hanging out with Sammy." She tilted the camera on her phone to show off River and Cass' infant son, quietly drinking from a bottle. "Is the body related to the cartel?"
"It is."
"What are you going to tell your boss?"
"The truth."
"You could lose your job for sneaking around."
"Wouldn't I deserve it? I had to come clean to you first, and now it's time to come clean to everyone else."
"Conrad, I love you," she said. "I'm so mad at you for lying to me that I don't even know what else to say right now, but I need to be mad at you in one piece. We can talk more if you make it here this weekend."
"I love you, too." Zion called him then to return to the precinct. "I have to go."
As much as it burned to leave their conversation on that note, Ximena had forced his hand. If he didn't come clean to his coworkers and his boss, he'd lose his job. He might, anyway, but he couldn't move in shadows anymore.
With the scene documented and cleared and the body moved to the morgue, Conrad and Zion returned to the station. They worked through the night, and by morning it was obvious the victim was Jimmy Stefano, a low-level member of Los Tigres de Selva, one of the most violent cartels in Simlandia. "Do you think it's a new turf war?"
Conrad shook his head. "I don't think Los Tigres has operated out of Brindleton Bay for years."
Zion cocked his brow in confusion. "Well, what stopped them? They operate just fine out of everywhere else."
"They don't need Brindleton Bay when they've got hold of the ports in San Myshuno," he said, but his attention turned when their captain arrived. The man barely said hello, immediately shutting himself inside his office. Conrad didn't know if it was just that he'd had to come to work on a Saturday, or this specific case, but he had to come clean.
He knocked on the door. With a look, the captain waved him inside. "Sargent, you look tired." He laughed as if he'd made a joke.
"Been a long night."
The captain's expression changed. "Go ahead and shut the door, Sargent."
Conrad sat with an anxious expression, knees together, eyes down like he was about to be reprimanded in grade school. "About the docks victim, sir. I knew him."
The captain nodded plainly. "I read your file when I took over. But you're not the first cop who turned toward the law when they could have easily gone the other way."
"The thing is, I've been working a case under the table for a while now. I found Jimmy Stefano and filed a report against Ximena Bonilla."
"After everything done to bail you out and send you through the academy, you thought it was a good idea to investigate the cartel runner you once dated? For what reason?"
"She found my address, scared my fiancee. Ximena told me her brother was missing, and he and I were close. He was so young, and I wanted to help him."
"You didn't want to help San Myshuno PD? Ximena Bonilla's brother is a wanted man..."
"I would have told him to turn himself in and work a plea," he insisted. "My old precinct would look good, and I hoped Rafa could turn his life around with a little encouragement from someone other than his sister."
"Are you still in touch?"
"No, sir. I told her two days ago I was done searching for Rafa because I thought she was trying to trick me into investigating the cartel. Blocked her number. After the body showed up I tried the number I had but it's been disconnected."
"So she's the prime suspect."
"I think she might've figured out Jimmy talked to me and she wanted to get rid of him. If she didn't kill Jimmy herself - and she might have - I think she ordered the hit to draw me into an investigation against the cartel that could get me killed and endanger my family."
"Do you think she's working with Los Tigres?"
Conrad shrugged. "I don't know. I did a bit of digging and it looks like the cartel itself might be in a bit of disarray. Power vacuum after the murder of one of their higher ups (go on Frida!), so a turf war seems unlikely. I think the safest way to do this is to treat Ximena like a lone wolf. The cartel's not even supposed to be operating in Brindleton Bay these days."
"Since George Brindleton pulled his guys from the ports, they could have moved back in."
Conrad's stomach flipped. "George Brindleton?"
"George Brindleton lost his boats, but he didn't lose his security business. Pulled his men just before he left for Sulani. Said he was cutting costs at the port during the dead season, but I think he's just trying to remind us how important he is after his son went to prison. We upped patrol to try to deal with the lack of security down there, but his guys don't abide by any constitutional rights...I don't admit this outside these walls, but Brindleton's ports have always run better under private security."
"Was this before or after the restraining order I took out on him for Heather and the kids?"
The captain excused Conrad to think, soon calling him back with Zion and another officer who typically dealt with the press. "This is the plan. Our suspect is Ximena Bonilla, but we don't announce it. We look for her, or her brother, and no one else. We say the investigation is ongoing until we've found one or both of them. And Spangler, you're taking point on this one."
"Why me? Gordon's the sergeant."
"Gordon's too close to this one. I want him focused on looking for Rafa Bonilla, not Ximena, but he'll cooperate with you and help behind the scenes. She might try to reach out to him, and if she does, you'll be the first to know. And if you're not, he's a suspect, too." They nodded with understanding. "And Gordon? No more bullshit under the table or I'll put you on leave and find a way not to pay you."
Having worked through the night, Conrad relinquished his files to his mentee, but he left the precinct with a sense of unease. He still had a job, and he could still search for Rafa without needing to hide anything from his coworkers, but while Ximena was unaccounted for he would scarcely be able to relax.
After a nap in the break room, Conrad prepared to drive to Henford-on-Bagley and face his fiancee. ->
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NOTE: I reinstalled TOOL to place the body. The blood isn't placed underneath the victim properly, but I was working at the edge of what was visible in a fully zoomed out screen, and for my second ever placement of a build/buy item and first ever placement of the teleporter off a lot in-game, I'm happy enough with the fact it looks like he bled out from the knees. 𤡠Maybe he did, I don't know, I didn't get detailed about the condition of the body because it doesn't advance the plot. Who and why is more important than how.
WCIF Poses & CC? @simmerianne93's Injured poses pack #1, which is a great set - so cinematic. One of the injured poses has the victim with eyes closed and looks a little like EA's curled-up death animation to me, and that's the one I used. And Blood on the Floor from the There Will Be Blood set by Lore from SimsRebelCreators. Several swatches (including red!) and different spatter patterns if you need some blood for your storytelling!
#sims 4#sims 4 gameplay#sims 4 screenshots#sims 4 legacy#sims in bloom#ts4#ts4 gameplay#ts4 legacy#ts4 screenshots#sims 4 story#ts4 story#legacy challenge#sims legacy#ts4 legacy challenge#gen 2#brindleton bay
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đ¸ out of my mind ! đż track two: kowalski, status report
guitarist!ino x drummer!reader
summary: it's the annual battle of the bands at the fix, your college campus's iconic live music bar, and this year you're taking the stage as the drummer for indie rock group cursed technique. you know the competition is strong, but no part of you is ready for lead singer and guitarist takuma ino. you lock eyes at the edge of the stage, and something startsâsomething that might make you feel alive even more than the beat of the drums.
warnings: language, alcohol, mentions of drugs/drug dealing, toge bullying, unbearably cute dogs. || sfw. 9k words.
"I SHOULDN'T CUSS in this, right?"
Itâs the day before the other four artists premiere their sets at Battle of the Bands, and you havenât been home since six in the morning. Youâre running on caffeine and spite and the pursuit of the story, parked on a high stool across the bar from the one and only Ieiri Shoko.
Toge leans on the counter beside you, opting to stand. Heâs agreed to pay for the next snack run in return for you letting him be your partner. You both know youâre going to end up doing most of the writing, but you donât really mind. Toge would if you asked him to, but you love this kind of thing in a way he just doesnât. Plus, heâs better with a camera than you, and heâs taking photos tomorrow night.
You laugh, pulling out your phone to record. âYou can say whatever you want as long as itâs honest. Be candid.â
âYou might regret saying that!â Gojo calls from the back, and Shoko silences him with a glare.
âAre you coming or not?â
Gojo grins and finishes up whatever heâs putting away in the storage room, then strides out and leans his elbows on the counter.
âDo you mind if I record?â You point to the open voice memo app. âMakes it easier to quote you correctly.â You also just hate running interviews when youâre scribbling hand-written notes the whole time. Youâd much rather have a genuine conversation and worry about the details later.
Shoko waves a hand airily. âNo problem.â
âAbsolutely,â Gojo says. âYou can probably sell that for thousands.â
You set the phone on the counter, next to one of the tiny pumpkins scattered across it in celebration of the beginning of October. You and Toge bounce back and forth as you run through the standard start-of-interview checklist, having them spell out their names, getting their ages, hometowns, degrees, all that jazz. And then you launch into the stuff you really care about.
âSo, you opened The Fix about ten years ago now, correct?â
Shoko nods. âYeah, a little over two years after we graduated.â
You look at Gojo, whose eyes are even more alarmingly blue in the daylight. âAnd you were hired right away?â
âUtahime first, then me,â he nods. âBest for last, yâknow.â
Shoko snorts. âWe knew each other in school. I just took pity on him.â She smirks as Gojoâs jaw drops. âYou can quote that.â
âRight, so all of you were friends in college. And you came together to start this placeâwhat was the idea behind it?â Toge chimes in. âYou said you studied nursing, Shoko?â
And you sit and listen as Shoko explains. Back in college, she was at the top of her class. By graduation, sheâd been accepted to basically all the best med schools. She had her pick. She could do whatever she wanted. But she realized that what she wanted wasnât that at all.
The medical field is brutal, she tells you. Itâs all late nights and emotional burnout. People yelling at you, misplaced anger when you give them the bad news. Getting attached to people only to watch them waste away.
âI needed to get out before I got too far in. Maybe it was selfish,â she admits. âBut I wasnât cut out for it. I have so much admiration for medical professionals, but I couldnât be one of them. A few clinicals and I was already feeling the consequences of giving too much of myself and getting nothing back.â She shrugs. âSo I named it The Fix, as some kind of homage to the medical background. And I figured Iâd just make sure itâs safe.â
Something sits heavy in her gaze as she stares at something behind you, middle distance, like sheâs remembering.
âWhy a college bar?â you ask, nudging the phone across the counter to pick up her voice better. âI mean, the extra security, thinking about underage drinking, dealing with a bunch of broke university kids. You couldâve just as easily opened a different bar in a more lucrative area. What was the appeal?â
She smiles crookedly. âAppeal. Well. My senior year, I was working in the local ER. And I saw⌠god. So many kids came in there needing their stomachs pumped, or kids whoâd done laced drugs, gotten roofied, harassed, it was⌠I mean, it was a city university club scene. They werenât safe. And I just felt like I needed to give them that. I couldnât stay there as a nurse or a doctor. But I could do this.â She shrugs. âSorry. That was probably way too much.â
âNo,â you say quickly, smiling at her. âThat wasâthatâs what we came here for. Shoko, thatâs amazing. And itâs not selfish, taking care of yourself. Youâre still here taking care of others.â
You donât know Gojo well. Most of your stories about him come secondhand from Nobara, who knows him through Megumi. She paints the picture of a flamboyant, obnoxious bartender whoâs more like a weird uncle to her than anything. From what youâve seen of him at The Fix, you know this to be mostly accurateâheâs rarely serious, always taking flack from the students and giving it right back, ragging on Utahime, begging Shoko to play his playlist instead of Getoâs and knowing sheâll never cave. But now, as he listens intently to Shoko, you think youâre seeing another side of him.
Thereâs something troubled on his face as she speaks, like he wishes he could reach into the past and help. Like he regrets it.
The barâs not the only thing that has a different side in the daylight.
âSheâs right,â Gojo tells Shoko. Itâs not much, but she looks up at him a bit surprised, something in her expression softening. A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth, not quite there but not quite not. âYouâve got a pretty big heart under all that RBF.â Shoko rolls her eyes, the moment over.
âWhat about you?â You turn to Gojo, nudging the phone his way. âWhy a college bar?â
Shoko turns toward him, leaning a hip against the bar, just as curious as you are. âI think kids deserve to be kids,â he shrugs. âAnd if Iâif weâcan create a space where itâs actually safe for them to do that, it feels important.â His gaze shifts from you and Toge to the empty bar, the stage and floor and high-top tables that tomorrow will be full of music and laughter and students knowing theyâre allowed to let loose here.
âThere arenât a lot of places out there that are exclusively for students,â he continues. âItâs this weird phase, college, where youâre figuring out who you are, trying to take risks without losing too much. Itâs a lot. And you look at the crime rates, date rape drugs, theft, DUIs, in the city, and itâs justâthis place gives them the room to learn and grow and mess around and have a good time without the danger of the⌠I donât know. The outside world. Does that make sense?â
He drums his fingers on the countertop, then seems to abruptly remember the recording and stops. âI think itâs just⌠well, no oneâs allowed to take youth away from young people. So thatâs why Iâm here.â
You wonder what Gojo was like in school. He majored in gender studies, which youâre pretty sure is what Todo is at least minoring in, tooâyouâre not sure how itâs applicable to anything, but Nobara says he likes to pull his diploma out from behind the bar and say heâs an expert in women. It seems a far cry from this rare, more subdued version of Gojo youâre seeing right now. Youâd guess heâs grown quite a bit in the time heâs been here. And Shokoâs been here to witness it.
Heâs not a business owner, like Shoko or Geto. And according to Nobara, he definitely doesnât need this gig to make a living. Heâs here because he wants to be.
âThese last few years have been nice, in particular,â he offers. âJust âcause some of us have kids going here. I mean, you know the Fushiguros. Suguruâs got the twins. And I know Inoâs not Nanamiâs kid, but theyâre tight.â
âWait, what?â Nanami is the barâs primary security guy, a bouncer who never lets a fake ID fool him. Heâs part of the reason this place is so safe. Toge spins to look at you as you blurt out the question, caught off guard. âUh, sorry. I just didnâtâI didnât know they knew each other.â
Shoko studies you with tired, intelligent eyes, and you canât help but feel the tables have been entirely flipped. Youâre the one being interrogated, wordlessly, by the woman across the counter. You feel like every thought in your head is scrawled across your face for her to read.
âYeah,â Gojo says, unaffected. âIno looks up to him a lot, I think. Even though heâs an old man who reads the newspaper for fun.â He snorts. âHeâs a good guy, though. And Inoâs a good kid.â He finally clocks the way Shokoâs looking at you and cocks his head, appraising.
Thankfully, Toge cuts in with another question. âSo, weâll be around tomorrow for the bands and to take some photos and observe,â he explains, glancing at you to make sure heâs got the information right. âWill Geto be around?â Youâd wanted both ownersâ perspectives, and now that Gojoâs reminded you of the twins, youâre even more curious.
âYeah, Suguru and Utahime will be here tomorrow night,â Shoko says. âAnd Nanami. Geto would totally be down to talk to you some other time, too, when itâs a bit quieter.â
âAmazing,â you say, pulling the phone back toward you. Youâll need details, follow-ups, but you need to process this first, write some things down while theyâre fresh in your mind. âThank you so much for this. We appreciate it.â
âAnytime, kid,â Shoko says, waving you off. âSee you tomorrow.â
As you turn off the recording, Gojo and Toge have already devolved into conversation about the bands and predictions about tomorrow night. A few posters are scattered across a low table near the door, and you pick one up, smiling at the blocky lettering advertising Black Flash. There are posters advertising all of the artists, and they look amazing, straight out of one of the alt rock venues in the wider city.
âTheyâre sick, right?â Gojo calls, nodding to the posters. âI gotta hang those up, actually. Thanks for the reminder.â
You wave goodbye to Shoko and Gojo and lead the way out, Toge just behind you.
âMan,â he says, and you brace yourself, recognizing his teasing tone for what it is. âThey said Inoâs name and you look like scared Bambi or some shit.â
âShut up,â you mutter, elbowing him.
He holds his hands up. âIâm just living in pursuit of the truth! Like Kusakabe would want.â
âIs your camera battery charged for tomorrow?â you say in a blatant attempt at a topic change.
âWho do you think I am?â
âToge Inumaki, chronically irresponsible student andââ
âOkay, sorry I asked, holy shit.â He sticks his tongue out at you. Then he hesitates, frowning, and then heâs pulling out his phone and calling someone in his favorites list before you can see who it is. âHey,â he greets. âWhat? No, she didnât kick me out. Hey. Hey.â You snicker and Toge glares at you, pressing the phone closer to his ear. âYutaaa,â he whines. âDo you know where my camera battery is?â
â
Even when youâre not the one on stage, you live for Fridays at The Fix. Tonight youâre doing double dutyâbecause of the dual elimination at the end of the round, all of the competing artists are here. Itâs not a requirement, but you want to see what youâre up against, and the sentiment seems to have carried. You and Toge are also in reporting mode for your project story.
The band on stage right now is⌠well, you canât say new wave metal is really your thing, but itâs definitely theirs, and the audience is loving it. The Cull, you write in your notes. Look up names.
You couldnât make out the lyrics if your life depended on it. Itâs three guys and a girl, vaguely familiar, but youâre fairly certain theyâre seniors and absolutely certain theyâre baked right now.
âGod, this is loud.â Yuta winces, turning to face you, and then his eyes flicker to something over your shoulder. You divert your attention from the stage and just catch the brief commotion in your periphery. Nanami has a kid by the elbow, and heâs escorting him out the side door, expressionless. The kidâs obviously drunk out of his mind, tripping over himself, shouting something that Nanami doesnât bother to respond to.
Maki follows your gaze and wrinkles her nose up in distaste.
âWhoâs that?â
âMy cousin,â she says flatly. You glance quizzically at Megumi, who is definitely standing five feet away and not being escorted out of the bar.
âDude, how much family do you have at this school?â
She sighs. âJust Mai and Megumi and him. Naoya. Heâs a piece of shit.â
âClearly,â Toge says. âHe broke the M theme. No respect for the family alliteration.â Maki kicks him in the shin.
âOne last round for The Cull!â Panda calls from the stage, and your ears slowly, very gradually stop ringing with the raging new wave music. The stage techs get to work behind Panda as he introduces the next group.
âUp next, making their debut, weâve got a sophomore girl pop trio. Give it up for MOTION CAPTURE!â
Thereâs a big cheer from the bar, and you turn to see Geto grinning. Three girls take the stage, the blonde one grabbing the mic and adding, âAll caps!â The girl beside her is very obviously her twin sister, though her hair is straight and dark while the blondeâs is tugged into pigtails. Light and dark. The girl on keys has a long, black bubble braid that she pushes out of the way as she settles in to play.
The blonde plugs in her electric and calls out, âAlright, Iâm Nanako.â She tests out a chord, the sound reverberating, filling the bar all the way up to its high ceilings. âThatâs Mimiko, thatâs Remi, and weâre just here to have a good time.â
âHey,â a voice says behind you, and you jump. You turn to find Takuma holding two drinks, offering one to you.
âOh! Aw, thanks, you didnât have to do that. How much do I owe you?â
He rolls his eyes. âNothing.â
âTakumaââ
âNothing,â he reiterates. âAnyway, The Cull. Thoughts?â
You take the drink and try it while you think on your answerâitâs the same thing Nobara got you last week. How did he know?
âI didnât really understand any of the lyrics,â you admit, shrugging. âThey werenât bad. Not really my genre. Do you know them?â
Takuma shakes his head. âI had a gen ed once with that Rin kid, but I donât know the other ones. These girls arenât bad, though.â Heâs rightâtheyâve launched into an Olivia Rodrigo cover thatâs actually decent. They could work on their voice control, but theyâre young and fun and having a good time and working the crowd, and thatâs what itâs all about, isnât it?
You sing along, alternating between your drink and exchanging quips with Toge and talking with Takuma. You like this new balance between your band and his, the easy camaraderie.
When the girls wrap up their set, you whoop and cheer and Kirara shamelessly watches Hakari move things off the stage, arms bare in his cut-off tank.
âYouâre subtle,â Takuma tells her, and she tugs his beanie down over his face.
âHey!â
You grab his drink before he can spill it and grin as he yanks his hat off and readjusts it. His hair is a fluffy mess underneath, and itâs kind of endearing.
When the girl pop trio is done, two guys take the stage, one in white and one in black. Theyâre clearly related, dark hair and pale skin and piercing eyes, and Panda introduces them as the Kamos. You donât know if theyâre brothers or cousins or what. But theyâre goodâthey sing a few alt rock covers, play guitar.
âDamn,â Nobara sighs, a little longingly, her gaze settling on Choso as he takes over the chorus. âTheyâreâŚâ
Beside her, Yuji wrinkles his nose. âDude. Thatâs my half-brother.â
Nobara hums noncommittally. âAnd?â
He groans, tipping his head back and staring at the exposed beams of the ceiling, run through with colored lights. âWhy does this always happen?â
Toge is taking more photos of them than is strictly necessary, considering your story is about the bar and not the band, but you let him have this. Scattered throughout the crowd are more kids with cameras, freshmen from the entry-level reporting classes with big underage stamps on the backs of their hands. Somebody mistook Toge for one of them earlier, and Maki hasnât let it go all night.
You jot down atmospheric notes on your phone, little things thatâll help set the scene for your project lede, keeping an eye on the bar as much as you can. Geto has jumped in at the bar, which he usually does when the place gets busy, and Gojo is terrorizing Utahime again.
âHowâd your interview go?â Takuma asks, nodding at your notes. It shouldnât faze you so much that he remembers what you told him about your story, but you canât help the little kick of your heart in your chest at the reminder.
âGood! Really good.â And then you catch sight of Nanami, back at the door after calling a cab for Makiâs asshat cousin. âActually, Gojo mentioned you.â
Takumaâs brows shoot up. âGojo? Why?â
Nanami has always seemed incredibly reserved, stony and silent in a way Takuma has never been. You donât want to pry, but youâre also curious about the relationship between them, how they met, what they are to each other. The journalist in you wants to know.
And then thereâs the part of you that just wants to know Takuma.
âWell, he was talking about the twins and the Fushiguros, and he kind of mentioned something about you knowing Nanami?â You try to sound casual, jerking your chin toward the door where Nanami is posted, like a tall, blond guard dog.
âOh,â he says, surprised, but he shrugs, not seeming too alarmed by the question. âYeah, Iâve known Nanami for⌠a long time. Heâs kind of a mentor. Heâs the reason I met Fushiguro in the first place, actually, âcause of him knowing Gojo.â
Youâre considering asking how exactly they did meet when the Kamos wrap up, Nobara staring up at them dreamily, and the stage clears out for the final artist.
Whatever questions you had are thrown out the window, because you know who this is. Everyone knows who this is.
Fifth-year student and resident SoundCloud rapper, Ryomen Sukuna. Or D!SH0NORED1, according to the posters.
âOh, here we go,â Megumi groans.
Despite his reputation on campus, you donât know anyone whoâs actually close to Sukuna, except Uruame. You mostly know that he deals at the skate park and that heâs clean about it.
And that his raps are truly, genuinely horrible.
He lets Panda give a stilted introduction and launches into a verse, mic too close to his mouth, making hand gestures or stepping to the beat of his backing track. His tattoos are even more stark and bold under the stage lights.
âMy blood typeâs B, your type is me, my zodiac Caprisun, it might be controversial but youâre still lookinâ at me, son!â
âOh, sweet Jesus,â Kirara mutters. âIâm gonna bleach my eardrums.â
âCaprisun?â Nobara whispers. âOh, dude.â
You might be a terrible person for thinking it, but watching this guyâs performance makes you feel infinitely better about your odds of advancing in the tournament.
His final song is a new one he introduces as Frosted Flexinâ, and Maki looks like sheâs about ready to keel over dead.
âFrosted flexinâ, I'm the cereal king, pourin' oat milk in the mix, yeah, I'm doin' my thing,â Sukuna spits in his low voice, swaggering up to the front of the stage. You are trying so hard not to lose it.
âSukuna being an oat milk truther wasnât on my bingo card,â Toge says.
âGot the swag of a squirrel and the brain of a dove, call me trash, but you're still showin' me love.â
âThoughts on the amount of swag a given squirrel possesses?â you ask Takuma. He laughs, loud and bright, and then seems to very seriously consider the question.
âI donât know if campus squirrels have swag. They live in luxury. They probably eat better than we do,â he says. You canât argue thatâyou did once see a squirrel outside your sociology class run by with a full bagel in its mouth. âThe wilderness squirrels, though, I think they got a scrappy kind of swag. Like, I wouldnât cross them.â
You nod sagely. âI want them on my team in the apocalypse.â
He nudges you with a shoulder. âAm I on your team?â
You glance at him, make a show of looking him up and down. Maybe youâre imagining it, but you think heâs blushing a little. âI donât know. How fast can you climb a tree?â
Sukuna is nearing the end of his song, now, saying, âOff-tune, out of sync, yeah, I know it's a sin, but you'll play it back twice 'cause I still might win.â
He actually, physically drops the mic and Hakari swoops in and catches it, clearing his throat and saying into it, âYep, friendly reminder that equipmentâs expensive! Everyone give our last artist of the night a hand, yeah?â
Thereâs scattered applause and more than a few confused faces as Sukuna lopes off stage, and Panda hops back up to explain the voting system for anyone who wasnât here last week. âQR codes to the Google form are posted around the bar,â he says.
Out of all eight artists, the bottom two will be eliminated. Youâre nervous. But voting was open last week too. You canât vote as a member of the band, and itâs all done through school Google accounts to avoid double votes or the link getting sent out to non-students.
âOpen until tomorrow morning,â Panda reminds the audience. âResults and second round schedules will be posted on the Instagram at some point tomorrow! Thatâs it for this Friday at The Fix. Have a great night, folks. Get home safe.â
Gojo whoops dramatically from the bar, and Panda gives him a weird look before getting off stage.
Your friends start heading toward the door, and you grab Toge and excuse yourself to catch Geto at the bar. Gojo sees you first. âThe newsies!â he calls.
âLike the musical?â you say in lieu of a greeting. âBanger soundtrack.â
âI could dance on newspapers,â Toge says.
âGeto!â The Fixâs other owner smiles at you, soft and genuine. Part of his dark hair is pulled back and the rest hangs loose over his shoulders, a stark contrast to Gojoâlike the Kamos, you think, or like Nanako and Mimiko. Light and dark. âWe were wondering if youâd be down to set up a time to talk. Has Gojo told you about our story at all?â
Geto smiles, drying a glass and leaning against the bar. âHe told me heâs gonna be the front page of every paper in the city, which I assume is a horrid exaggeration,â he says. Gojo looks affronted. âShoko mentioned youâre doing a feature for class, though. Iâd be happy to.â
âWe have our Monday night class time open for field reporting the week after this one,â Toge offers. âWill you be around?â
âI will indeed. Utahime, too, if you want to speak to both of us. And Gojo wonât be here, which might be beneficial for you.â
âSuguru,â Gojo gasps, pretending to stagger back. âYou wound me.â
âMhm,â he says, unaffected. âWhat time works best for you two?â
You set up a time to interview Geto and Utahime, then say goodbye to him and Gojo and run to catch up to your friends. Itâs a nice night, and since you didnât have to deal with instruments, you all decided to walk.
âHow goes the⌠journalisming? Journaling?â Takuma asks when you fall into step beside him.
âGood, all good. Reporting is maybe a better word, but valiant effort.â
âI like journalisming. Can you just submit words to the official dictionary? Iâm gonna do it.â
âNo,â Toge says, and you blink. He shrugs. âWhat? I tried once. But the only submission form I could find was for the Bureau of Linguistical Reality and it wasnât like, a legitimate dictionary form. Thereâs all these requirements, itâs horrible.â
âWhat word did you try to submit?â you ask warily, not sure if you actually want to know.
âSome things,â Toge says solemnly, âare better kept secret.â
The night is hazy, only small rays of moonlight piercing through the cloud cover, and you make your way through the campus roads guided only by the streetlamps and Makiâs reliable sense of direction.
Part of you wants to ask Takuma to come over, or Yuji to insist the band come over to his place again, just so you can keep talking. But you have work to do, things to write and transcribe, lists of follow-up questions to make, and thatâs only your workload for this one class. You still have exams this week, and you need to study now so you can balance it with rehearsals. Assuming you actually advanced to round two, that is.
And part of you worries you might be taking this too fast, too. You donât typically integrate people into your life so quickly. You like spending time with Takuma and Kirara and Yuji and even Megumi, though heâs pretty quiet. You just donât want to jump in too far too fast.
At your place, you say your goodbyes and head up to your room to get some work done. Toge uploads his photos and puts them in your project folder on Drive. And you spend the night doing what you do best, aside from drummingâwriting.
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You donât even notice the time until itâs past one in the morning, and youâre nearly asleep at your desk. The dark has crept across your room, the only source of light the desk lamp and your laptop screen. Finally, you push the computer shut and flick off the light, flopping into your bed. A few missed messages pop up when you hold your phone up, wincing at the bright screen.
takuma:Â just letting you know i made the treacherous journey home safely takuma:Â many miles of hardship takuma:Â thought i was gonna die halfway there
You smirk and type out a reply.
you:Â did kirara have to save you takuma:Â i resent that takuma:Â (yes) takuma:Â wait why are you up itâs so late you:Â journalisming you:Â why are YOU up takuma:Â travel adrenaline takuma:Â (coding project due monday that i just started) you:Â TAKUMA
The next text to come through is a voice note, and you canât help smiling as you hit play and his voice fills the open air of your bedroom.
âOkay, in my defense, I thought it was due next Monday. Which maybe isnât my defense because it means I just canât read due dates, or maybe I just canât read, but I thought I had a lot more time and then one of my classmates texted me asking for help on this block of code and I told him I hadnât started and he was like oh my god, Ino, itâs due in three days, and I was like no itâs not, we have so much timeâturns out we donât have so much time, so Iâm over here staring at my screen until the vessels in my eyes popââ
He yawns, and it makes you yawn too, despite the screen separating you. âSorry, agh. Anyway, I have to write this program that uses some kind of randomized generatorâŚâ
You find your eyelids fighting gravity, exhaustion washing over you as he explains the project and all the reasons heâs not that worried about getting it done by Monday because actually heâs on a roll and it turns out the code isnât that different from a similar project he did last year so he can just lift the main blocks over and wow, heâs tired, and you stifle a laugh as the voice memo comes to an end and he says, âOkay, gosh, I should go to bed. You should go to bed. Stop journalisming, Skip, get some sleep. Gânight.â
You grin, plugging your phone in and sending him a voice memo of your own.
âIâm done journalisming. Still havenât written that story on you, though. Night, Takuma.â
The last thing you see before you fall asleep is his reaction to your text. Itâs a thumbs up, but after a few seconds, it disappears, replaced with a heart.
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âIâm gonna die,â Nobara groans.
Youâve been checking Instagram every hour on the hour for the bracket results, but to no avail. The five of you are sprawled out in the living room, a Fleetwood Mac record spinning in the corner, cups of coffee and tea and scattered remnants of breakfast dotting the table and the floor and the windowsill.
You have post notifications on for the Battle of the Bands Instagram page, but you check anyway, as if you somehow missed it.
âOkay,â Maki says. âCut it out. No phones.â
âMaki,â Toge groans. âHow do we live with the suspense?â
âGo around and give a rundown of your week?â Yuta suggests.
âAw, highs and lows, itâs like elementary school,â Nobara says happily. âIâll go first! High: annoying slacker guy in my marketing class got a shit grade on the group project and the rest of us got As. Low: Skipper wonât give me Ino lore.â
âLore,â you mimic. âI donât have any lore. Weâve known each other for like, two weeks.â
âThatâs enough time for lore,â she insists. âWhatâs your high? Ino?â
âOkay, jeez,â you say. âMaybe itâs that Toge and I had a really good first interview for our project story.â
Toge blinks at you.
âFine, maybe itâs Takuma.â
Nobara grins in a way you can only describe as malicious. âOkay,â you say, pointing at her. âLow: whatever that is.â She sticks her tongue out at you.
âMy low is Skipper bullying me in class,â Toge says. âAnd my high is she said sheâd be my partner, so Iâm not gonna fail.â
Yuta nods sagely. âMaki?â
âUhh,â she says eloquently. âMy parents wonât stop pestering me about fall break. But I aced a test on Thursday in anthro, so thereâs that.â
âYouâre not going home, right?â you ask. She shakes her head resolutely. Maki doesnât go home unless she absolutely has toâone thing she and Mai actually have in common.
All of your phones go off at once, a mix of buzzes and beeps and Apple watchfaces lighting up, and Nobara screams. âI canât look!â she cries. âSomeone tell me!â
You click on the notification and pull up the post, heart racing.
The first slide is a generic Battle of the Bands announcement with the cool ass graphics youâve been seeing on the posters. Whoever designs those needs a raise. The second image is the bracket for next Friday, with the first knockout round of threeâonly one group will move on to the finals. âWho is it?â Nobara asks anxiously, pacing the room. âOh god, Iâm gonna die.â
âShibuya Incident,â you read off, unable to keep the smile from your face. âAngel.â Nobara groans overdramatically. âAnd the Kamos.â
You swipe to the next screen, heart in your throat. OCTOBER 18, it reads. THE CULL. CURSED TECHNIQUE. BLACK FLASH.
âOh my god!â you scream. âOh my god, we made it!â
Toge yanks you to your feet and starts hopping around the living room, and Nobara shrieks with joy as you pull her into the celebration. Even Maki and Yuta are sporting wide smiles as they watch the three of you bounce around like kids on a sugar rush.
âWhat, no Sukuna?â Maki teases when youâve calmed down. Toge clears his throat and does his best impression, going as far as to make his pants sag a little around his waist.
âFrosted flexinâ, Iâm the cereal king, pourinâ⌠uh, duh nuh nuh, something doinâ my thing,â he says in a deep voice. âUh⌠squirrel? Somethinâ fuego, thatâs Spanish, uhhhâŚâ
âOh my god, let me look it up,â Nobara cackles, pulling up SoundCloud. âItâs Iâm the king of bad decisions, got a throne made of Legos, took a bite of my mic and said these bars are fuego.â
Yuta physically winces. âDoes he really sag his pants like that?â
Toge shrugs. âIt felt right in the moment.â
âWait, whoâs the other one eliminated, then?â you ask, running through the bands in your head. Yours, Takumaâs, Black Flash, the KamosâŚ
âMotion Capture,â Maki says.
âNo, itâs all caps. You have to shout it. MOTION CAPTURE!â Toge hollers. Nobara snorts.
You arenât entirely surprised, but you have a feeling the girls arenât too put out about it. Theyâre young, tooâtheyâll have their time to shine eventually.
You grin, flopping back onto the couch. âOkay, rehearsal when? Tonight?â
âYeah, I have to go to a friendâs to figure some stuff out for a project, but Iâll be back at like⌠five?â Yuta says.
âOh, fuck, I gotta go too!â Nobara says, darting toward the stairs.
âGroup project?â Maki asks.
âShopping! I gotta pick Miwa up in like, ten minutes!â
Maki rolls her eyes fondly. Yuta stands up and grabs his bag, heading toward the entryway, and the rest of you gravitate instinctually to the kitchen. Nobara is out the door moments later with a wave and a shout, and Toge grins.
âWhat,â Maki deadpans, not a question.
âI printed memes to hide on her Polaroid wall. Be right back.â
You snort, turning your attention to the window to watch Nobara cruise down the block. The view of her sleek, small car is interrupted by Yutaâs jungle of plants.
âI hope theyâre not too cold,â he says, frowning as he tugs a jacket on over his white hoodie. âDo they look okay to you?â
âYeah,â you say, pointing to the one in the white, ovular pot. âEspecially this one, itâs getting so big! Whatâs his name, Snorlax?â Yuta had a phase where he named at least six plants in a row after Pokèmon.
âNo, that oneâs Rika, after that TV show,â Maki corrects, not looking up. Yuta blinks, looks between her and the plant, whose vines have started to creep up the window. A smile tugs at the corner of his lips. Both of your eyes on her have her looking up from her phone, expression flat and unaffected. âWhat?â
âYeah,â he says slowly. âI didnât know⌠anyone paid attention.â
Maki shrugs. âYou talk to them out loud.â
âYeah, I guess I do.â Yuta laughs and waves one last time before he walks out, closing the door behind him. You count to five in your head and then whirl on Maki, entirely unable to keep the shit-eating grin off your face.
âKowalski, status report.â
She blinks at you. âWhat?â
âI saidââ
âNo, I know, justâon what? What happened?â
You groan, dragging the heels of your hands down your face. âMaki. Please.â You gesture wildly between her and the door, wondering if sheâs genuinely this oblivious or if sheâs just as good a liar as Mai. âAre youâdid we not just witness the same interaction? Jesus, Maki, put the boy out of his misery!â
Seeing Maki frazzled is not a common occurrence. The most agitated you ever see her is talking about her family or trading passive aggressive jabs with Mai. This is an entirely new sort of disarrayâsheâs flustered.
âIâwhat?! I canât do that! And heâs not miserable. Heâs that nice to everyone.â
You groan, burying your face in your hands with your elbows on the counter. âMaki! He likes you. And your face is telling me you like him back.â
She scoffs, turning her head down and crossing her arms defensively. âIâm not messing things up by dating my bandmate. We live together, Skip, heâs my best friend, if things got messyââ
You hold up a hand. âFirst of all, offensive. Iâm your best friend. Second of all, I hear no denial. Also, it wonât get messy. You are the two most mature people in this house and you know how to separate personal from practical. If anything, itâs gonna kill the vibes of the band and the house if you just keep stewing in the sexual tension.â
âOh my god,â Maki groans. âThere. Is. No. Sexual. Tension.â
âThereâs always sexual tension,â Toge announces, walking in and jumping up onto the countertop, legs swinging. He looks between the two of you innocently. âWhat are we talking about?â
âYou might be of some help, actually,â you say, turning to Toge with your hands clasped.
âUh, actually? Not oh, Toge, youâre always so helpful, thank god you live with me and keep my life interestingââ
âNevermind.â
âNo, pleeease,â Toge insists, sticking out his lower lip. âWhat?â His gaze shifts to Maki, whoâs blushing a furious red. His mouth turns into a small O. âThis is about Yuta?â
You didnât think she could get any more scarlet, but here she is.
âDoes everyone think that?â she groans, throwing her head back in exasperation.
Toge shrugs. âI thought we were all just quietly skirting around it until you both snapped.â
âNobara doesnât skirt around anything,â Maki says.
âWell, thereâs no way she doesnât know,â you point out. âMaybe she just respects both of you enough to leave it alone.â
âHah!â Toge snorts, poking you in the ribs. âThat means she doesnât respect you. She wants the Ino lore.â
âIâm gonna tell Nobara about the memes.â
âYou wouldnât dare.â
Abruptly, you realize you never got around to Yuta for highs and lows, what with the chaos of the brackets dropping. âAh, guys,â you say. âWe missed Yuta.â You pull up the house group chat.
you:Â YUTA DROP YOUR HIGH AND LOW IN THE CHAT you:Â YOU ARE NOT FORGOTTEN freak no. 1:Â yes you are utah:Â haha aw thatâs nice utah disliked a message from freak no. 1 utah:Â uhh low is maybe that toge keeps leaving memes all over our room. like i keep finding them tucked in my notebooks and everything freak no. 1:Â SLANDER freak no. 1:Â LIBEL you:Â not the same thing freak no. 1:Â SHUT UP utah:Â high is someone remembers the names of my plants!! :) nobara:Â Sorry, using voice text while I drive. Who knows the names of your plants? You and God? utah:Â maki! :)
âOkay, well, respond,â Toge says, poking Maki in the side. She glares at him and likes Yutaâs message.
âGuys,â she says exasperatedly. âWhat the hell am I supposed to do? Does he know?â
And youâre not sure, honestly. You donât know that Yuta is even aware of his own feelings, let alone aware that Maki reciprocates them. You shrug helplessly. âHow about⌠ask?â
âJesus,â Maki says.
âNot him, Yuta.â
Maki socks Toge in the shoulder and levels him with a disdainful look. âYou are the bane of my existence.â
âAnd the object of all your desires,â Toge proclaims in a horrendous Bridgerton accent. He made you watch all of it with him in two days. Maki refused.
Now, she just shoves him, and he squeals as he falls off the kitchen counter.
âChildren,â you sigh. âDo you need to be separated?â
âYes!â
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âWhy is this so hard?â You stand with your feet planted on Takumaâs skateboard, which is confoundingly, entirely different than balancing atop your longboard. âOh my god.â You lurch forward as the board rolls a bit to the left, unable to stifle the squeal that comes out of your mouth.
Takuma stops it with one foot.
âYour center of balance is lower on a longboard,â he laughs. âLike, here.â His hands wrap around your waist and you tense under his grip, and he immediately freezes, jerking his arms back. âIâm so sorry, I didnâtââ
âNo! No, itâs okay,â you blurt, sheepish. âI just wasnât expecting it, Iâhere.â You try to fight the blush furiously rising in your cheeks as you take his wrists in both hands, putting them back where they were. You clear your throat, suddenly too warm. âUm. Okay, soâdo you turn the same way?â
âPretty much. You just lean,â Takuma says, and you shift your weight to your heels, letting him steady you. âItâs a bit harsher than you would on a longboard, though. Unless you want me to send you right into kickturns?â His tone is teasing and you pretend to consider, tapping a finger against your chin.
âMm. Maybe later.â
Youâve been at the skate park for a while now, and youâve only recently ditched your longboard for the skateboard. Takuma brought the extra board you saw hanging on his wall the other day, and he uses it to demonstrate while you practice riding back and forth, getting a hold on your balance. After you feel like you can make it a good distance without pinwheeling your arms, you come to a staggered stop beside him.
A flash of blue-green hair grabs your attention, and you watch a kid in a lightning bolt hoodie slip under the ramps. The park has been pretty deserted today aside from a few guys doing tricks in the pit, a chilly Sunday with the sunlight muted by the clouds.
âOoh, drug deal in action.â You poke Takuma in the side.
âAh, probably Sukuna. He deals here all the time.â Sukunaâs business is one of those things everyoneâs aware of but nobody talks about. Heâs consistent and pretty safe, as far as drug dealers go, but heâll deny any involvement while smoking a joint if he has to.
âWhoâs space buns?â
âUhhâŚâ Takuma narrows his eyes, and the guy slips out again. âDamn, that was fast. Oh, thatâs Hajime. Another senior, I think. They hate each other. Fastest deals Iâve ever seen.â
âI wonder how much of his songwriting is just⌠while heâs really, really high,â you muse. Swag of a squirrel doesnât strike you as a particularly levelheaded thought, but hey, itâs certainly memorable.
Takuma leans in and says conspiratorially, âIâm pretty sure I heard him dropping bars here the other day when I was with Yuji.â
You snort and look up at one of the smallest ramps, one you think you could handle without falling on your face, and point to it with a raised brow.
âOh, moving up in the world?â Takuma kicks his board up and starts walking over, and you do the same. Before you put the board down at the top of the ramp, though, you hold it up to the light, noticing a few short, white hairs caught on the surface.
âIs this⌠fur?â Maybe there was a cat hiding out somewhere when you were over. Kirara seems like sheâd have a cat.
Takuma sighs. âYeah, the dogs shed like crazy. It gets everywhere. I donât think I even left that on the ground.â
Your jaw drops, and you stare at him until he looks back at you. âDogs?â
âWhat? Yeah, Fushiguroâsââ
âFushiguro has dogs? Dogs plural? In the house?â
âYou didnât know?â
âNo!â you cry. âWhat? Oh my god! Where were they on Wednesday? How many? What are their names?â
Takuma leans back on the rail next to the ramp, grinning. âI canât believe you didnât know. Oh my god. Theyâre so cute. Tsumiki had them Wednesday, I think. Mandated auntie time. Do you wanna meet âem?â
âDo I want to meet them?â you repeat, practically bouncing on the balls of your feet. âUh, yeah. Are they home? Oh my god. I love dogs.â
âI couldnât tell,â he deadpans, but heâs smiling still. âYeah, theyâre home. And you can meet them if you go down this ramp without dying.â
âYouâre cruel,â you say, situating yourself on the board. âBut I will. And then Iâll meet the dogs and become their best friend and theyâll love me more than you and Megumi combined.â
âConfident.â He comes up beside you, checking your stance. The ramp didnât look steep or long at all from your vantage point across the park, but now that youâre atop the board, it feels suddenly very steep and very long. âYou got it. Just donât panic, keep your stance.â He drops his own board and cruises down the ramp, hardly even trying.
âOkay, go!â he calls from the bottom. âCâmon, Skip, the dogs are waiting.â
âOh, god,â you murmur, the wind catching your words and whisking them away. You ball your hands into fists and push off, planting your foot back on the board and trying to keep your knees bent, but not too stiff, as you careen down the ramp. Donât panic, keep your stance. Youâre at the bottom in what feels like nanoseconds, and the sudden shift from ramp to flat ground has you stumbling off the board with an embarrassingly high-pitched squeak of alarm.
âNice!â Takuma laughs as he catches you, the board rolling a few more feet ahead. His arm is wrapped around your front, the other holding you up by the shoulder, and this time you donât tense under his hands.
âThanks,â you say a little breathlessly, grinning, the tiny spike of adrenaline making you almost lightheaded. He lets his hands drop when youâre steady on your feet, and part of you mourns the warmth a little. But there are more pressing matters at hand. âSo, about those dogs?â
You opt for your longboard on the way back down your street, cruising along beside Takuma, who has his extra board tucked under his arm. Youâve got a lot to do tonight, all the last-minute preparation for another crazy week, but you can and will drop everything to pet a puppy. Or two. Always.
And theyâre actual angels. Big, fluffy angels on earth, one white and one black, and theyâre all over you the second you open the door.
âHi!â you say happily, sinking down to their level. The white one immediately tries to burrow into your lap. âOh, hello! Youâre so nice, arenât you?â You glance up at Takuma. âWhereâs Megumi?â You grab the white oneâs collar and check the tagâShiro.
âShiro thinks sheâs a tiny dog,â he says, bending down to ruffle the fur behind her ears. âUh, Fushiguroâs at the animal clinic. He works there Sundays. And Tuesdays, I think.â
âWait, really?â
âYeah, heâs a vet student. You didnât know?â
âI did not.â The black one is licking your face, and you giggle and check his tag, too. Kuro. âHi, Kuro. Youâre a good boy, arenât you?â
âHeâs got such a soft spot for animals,â Takuma says as he kicks off his shoes. âYou should see when they both try to sleep in his little twin bed. Itâs ridiculous.â
âI love them,â you say, burying your face in Kuroâs scruff. âHi, doggies. Youâre awful cute, you know that? Mhm. Yes you are.â
When you finally look up again, Kuroâs cold nose nudging insistently at your palm, Takuma is leaning against the wall, looking down at you with his phone discreetly angled your way. âTakuma!â
He laughs, not bothering to hide it anymore, very clearly taking photos of you with the dogs. âItâs cute!â he insists. âIâll send them to you. Proof for Fushiguro of your master plan to make them like you more than him.â
âAnd you,â you remind him.
âWell, I donât know about that.â
You gesture pointedly to the two dogs, who are all over you and not him. Itâll be a nightmare trying to get all of Shiroâs white fur off your black jacket later, but itâs worth it.
âYouâre new,â he says. âNew scent. Itâs the novelty factor. I am their favorite.â
âYou sure? Iâm pretty hard to compete with.â
He smiles, looking from you to the photos he took of you and the dogs. âYeah,â he says. âYou are.â
â
The first half of the new week goes by in a rushed routine of classes, homework, and rehearsals, each night ending with you collapsing into bed, new and old lyrics fighting for dominance in the back of your mind. Sticks re-taped and drum heads re-tuned, assignments turned in and drafts edited. Your classes are ramping up as midterms approach, and Yuta bounces between his own work and poking his head into everyoneâs rooms, making sure they donât forget about dinner.
Toge follows through on his snack run promise, and the two of you spend hours on Tuesday afternoon trading two different flavored bags of Doritos back and forth, Toge writing photo captions while you edit your story lede.
Takuma, Hakari, and Kirara have offered to help Cursed Technique record a single on Wednesday night, and the five of you have been drilling the new song you wrote up, down, and sideways.
Finally, Wednesday arrives, and youâre all crammed into the recording studio space, instruments set up and headsets tuned in.
âYeah, Iâm good,â Nobara says to Hakari on the other side of the glass. She taps a finger on the mic in demonstration, and you hear it in your own headphones.
âGreat,â he says. âSkipper?â
âSkipper? I hardly know her,â Toge says, earning a harmless smack upside the head from Yuta and a not harmless smack upside the head from Maki.
âI will throw these at you,â you tell him, holding up your sticks. Toge sticks his bottom lip out, pouting.
A snicker from beside you draws your attention back to Takuma, kneeling just beside the throne as he adjusts the kick mic. He has you hit it a few times while Hakari monitors the levels. You feel oddly self-conscious like this, him looking up at you, but then he smiles and itâs not strange at all. Itâs stupid how fast he can put you at ease with a look.
âNice,â he says. âOkay, that should work, yeah, Hakari?â
Itâs Kirara who answers, âYeah, youâre good.â
Takuma stands up, claps his hands together once, and looks at you. âOkay. Kill it, Skip.â
âYessir.â You salute him with a stick and he makes his way to the other room, closing the door behind him.
âAll good?â Yuta asks, glancing at each of you in turn before giving Hakari a thumbs up. Itâs strange to be on this side of the glass, to think about your music being played back, to think about it on Spotify, out in the world.
âNext Fix,â Takuma says into the mic, locking eyes with you through the window. âTake one in three, twoâŚâ
The song starts out simple. You click your sticks together near the mic, on two and four, while Maki lays down a four-bar loop.
Yuta keeps glancing at Maki while she plays, utterly unaware, and the look on his face is so soft you want to shake Maki by the shoulders until she does something about it.
Nobaraâs got her eyes closed with the headset over her ears and her hands around the mic, entirely engrossed in the song.
âItâs cominâ on, cominâ strong, spinninâ up out of the blue, mmm,â she sings, stretching out the vowels. âAnd Iâm on the ground, bleedinâ out, until my next fix of you, ooh.â
Now you start up with a light rock beat, closed hat and a bit of a dragging buzz on the snare hits. Just as you transition into the beat, Toge comes in with some low chords and Yuta moves down the line in syncopated sixteenths.
Hakari is nodding approvingly and Takuma has a wide grin on his face, and you canât help smiling back.
âI need it like a lung,â Nobara sings, swaying a bit. âI need it like a light. Itâs got me twisted up. I need you here tonight, tonight, tonight, oh, oh, I wannaââ
And this part is your favoriteâNobara sings each two-syllable phrase while you pound on the toms twice, emphasizing it with the kick, and then the backup vocals echo her. Get my (get my) next fix (next fix) of you (of you, of you, of you.)
Kirara pumps her fist in the air twice, in time with the beat, and your bandmates canât keep the smiles off their faces. Youâve got something here, you really do. This might be your best one yet.
When the songâs over, Nobara whoops and tugs off the headphones, jumping around the cramped studio space with a grin on her face. âThat was so cool! Oh my god. Guys, we sound good. We actually sound good.â
âDamn,â Kirara calls. âOkay, girl drummer. Good shit.â
âNot bad for a first run,â Maki admits, adjusting her bass strap over her shoulder. âDo we wanna try recording backups separately at all?â
âGood call.â Takuma nods. âLetâs run that again without the backups and record them over, see what happens.â Heâs in full producer mode, flipping switches, colored lights reflecting in his eyes as he and Hakari talk shop away from the mic. Heâs good at this, you realize, running sessions like this, making sure things go where they need to go, that everyoneâs heard, that things get done. Itâs a little bit like watching him skateboard, or seeing him on stage. Thereâs a confidence to him here, a smooth, easy energy. Heâs in his element.
âAlright,â he says after a minute. âLetâs hear that again.â
And you play it again. And again. And again. And you are so in love with this moment, with your band, with a couple rowdy kids on the other side of the window, the rasp in Nobaraâs voice and the expression on Yutaâs face and Makiâs obliviousness and Togeâs consistent, head-banging keys, and your drums and your words and the music, and the lyrics feel right to you.
You need this like a lung.
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yutamaki nation rise. also, i kinda love this fic. there may be spinoffs for other characters in the works...
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Hello! This is me attempting to write after a looong time. I was not home today so i wanted to try again. I don't think I'm the best at it and i probably made a LOT of grammar mistakes since English is not my first language. So i might get embarrassed and delete this later đ
The thing is under the cut...
From the warmth of their home, Mollie stood in front of the window, she could hardly make out her immense husband between the layering raindrops. It was getting colder and colder each day as the weather pulled away from autumn and was being dragged more into winter.
His back facing her, he was wearing a dark brown coat with his umbrella on his hand, creating a spotlight on him free from the raindrops. She gripped the ladder, slowly climbing down to reach the ground. She put on her jacket, her hat, took her own umbrella, her gloves and went outside from the human door.
The oversized raindrops were a bit sticky as the surface tension was, for sure, directly proportional to the scale. She slowly made her way through him, whose gaze was lost in the foreverness of the ocean. She watched as he stretched farther over her horizon line, much farther over her head and then finally, as he completely took over her vision as she got closer.
The raindrops stopped falling on her when she passed the lineage of the circular waterproof fabric hundreds of feet above. He wasn't acting like it but she was sure he had noticed her coming, he always did.
"Always by the sea... Why do you hate me so much?"
Mollie teased before letting out a short-lasting laugh, cranning her neck to be able to see his face... Well, more like underside of his jaw. He looked down and his eyes landed on her. She was not even sure if he could see her eyes, yet it WAS an eye contact. Roy smiled kindly and looked back up to his own vanishing point. He moved his umbrella to her direction and centered it on top of her, even though he knew it was already covering her before. The sound of huge raindrops falling just a few feet away from her tickled her ears.
"What so nice here anyway?"
She walked closer to his feet. She could smell the fresh polish he applied on his shoes just a day ago.
"Stay here with me for a little longer and you will find out" He replied softly without breaking his eye contact with waves for a moment, then glancing at her.
She shifted her attention back to the ocean and glanced around between the waves. "I guess I'll be here for a while, then"
"I would love that" he once again, smiled calmly.
She was a bit cold, but it was no excuse to get back into the house. Yes, maybe she didn't understand what he liked so much about the sea but just staying with him made her happy. And her staying with him made him happy. Despite her being really talkative, it was actually the speechless moments of pure togetherness she adored the most.
His long legs shifted behind her, transferring his weight onto them with a soft tremour, shielding her from the cold breeze. His movements calm and bare of rush, as they always were. After a short amount of time, she felt a movement behind her and noticed he was lowering himself on the ground, his stature folding in half and getting more than twice as big with the affect of perspective. He smootly reached for her and slightly spread out his fingers to reveal his palm, inviting her to join him up in the sky. She glanced at his ring, which was a symbol of their marriage. it warmed her heart seeing how well he took care of it, not a single piece of dust between the elegant engravings.
With her barely perceivable touch, she put one of her hands on the inner side of his forefinger and the other one on his thumb. She supported herself and climbed on it, her small weight barely forming a dent on the soft flesh. She felt the welcomed thrill of weightlessness as he began to rise her up in the air, making her previous ground shrink and shrink more until it stopped.
"Shoulder, please" she requested. He obeyed after he deeply studying her with his soft gaze. She took a step that led her on his shoulder after his hand was aligned with the level of it. She carefully passed his and made herself comfortable near the wall of his neck with the warmth of his life blood leaking on her. His presence was dominating yet somehow, so recessive that she felt like she was taking advantage of him. She was always grateful that the gentle giant was always so patient, so respectful and considerate of her needs. He was a gentleman from every angle and his manner and accent only made her opinion stronger.
She once again paid attention to the sound of rain, a wee bit muffled now as she was further away from the origin.
"Shall we go in?" His voice rumbled through her from where she was leaning her head on. Weird enough, even though she was this close to his voicebox, his voice always touched her so gently.
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Linked Universe Headcanons: What I think each of their roles would be in a boy band
I'm surprised how popular my prev one was! I was chatting to a non fan friend and she was curious what they would be like in a band, and asked me who the rapper would be...I reckon WILD hahah
Anyways...
Time: Not an active member but used to be a solo artist back in the day, he doesn't like being in the limelight as much and mentors/manages the rest of them. Still has that suave quality, a total heart throb and occasionally hosts a one off concert only available to the VIPS. He was the IT boy back in the day.
Warriors: Leader of the band and all rounder. He's a complete heartbreaker, can sing, and dance every style and fans go crazy over him. Very charismatic and flirty, knows how to make a fan feel special at a meet and greet and always takes a photo with them.
Twilight: I think lead guitarist, can sing beautifully and has one of the most charming voices, also very yeehaw and country when he goes on solo tour dates or drops his album. He's dripping with quiet confidence and doesn't share too much about his private life to fans, likes to keep a boundary between his private and professional life but will always be kind of them and never deny a photo or autograph
Sky: Has a beautiful voice, more shy and s o f t, he's one of the more quieter members and doesn't like being on camera as much but doesn't hate it either. Has that sweet prince charming vibe that everyone loves, would probably be a part time model on top of his band duties. Can play the guitar and bass
Wild: Absolute hardcore. He's def the main rapper and won't pass up the chance to drop any bars. He'll def go on rap battle tv shows and break EVERYONE. Mans got flow and swag, especially after getting a full arm of tattoos. What's the backstory behind them? He'll change it everytime he's on an interview. Absolute coolest dude on earth, fans LOVE him and how chill he is but you don't want to get on this guy's bad side or you'll be on his diss track list. Even the others are slightly scared of him. Always on social media posting selfies and updates, or threatening other artists that come for him or his band. Likes to film the other members to until Time tells him to cut it out and touch grass
Legend: I can see him having a lot of range in his voice, very powerful and can sing ballads. One of the lead singers and occasionally helps with writing songs. He CAN dance if he puts his heart and soul into it. He loves writing poetry and secretly writes love songs for himself based on a special girl, but he'll tear them up before anyone sees them. Would Probably records an incredible, heartfelt song he wrote and composed himself on his instagram then delete it after 5 hours beccause he'll be like, why the hell did I just do that? Fans would cry, wishing he would post more gems like that. Hates to be in the front but also fairly confident in his skills. Fans adore him because you can just see he's actually a big softie on the inside despite that tough exterior he puts up. Secretly jealous of Wild's rap ability, can't rap to save his life but maybe, one day.
Hyrule:
One of the lead singers, has the most melodic voice and can absolutely stun a crowd with his angelic vocals. Like Legend, also is one of the members with the most range. You know when you see someone in person and their just glowing? Yea, that's him. Sweetest celeb ever, everyone that's worked with him only has good things to say about this guy. Definitely has the most potential to go solo as well with his incredible piano skills. Can also play almost every other instrument, an absolute talent in everything. He also sponsors charities every now and then and interacts with fans on social media. Can do contemporary dance
Wind/Four: Tbh I think they would be good in broad way, both are great singers and still very much fanboys to the others. Their working their way, still in training. Can definitely see Wind going big on broadway and theatre and specialising in tap dance
Can you guess who is my bias? Or who's your bias? hehe
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dean winchester x angel!reader â family feud.
warnings! mentions of drugs, violence, abuse, bad parenting, neglect, john winchester, mary winchester, implied prostitution, fem!reader
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you didnât hate.
sure, you disliked some things more than the others. but hate? that was a strong word.
however, when it came to john and mary winchester?
you fucking despised these two to the point it made you want to hurl.
and thatâs a lot, coming from an angel. leaves some space to think about things, yâknow?
anyway.
john and mary âthe worst parents of the centuryâ winchester.
you could write the whole bible on their parental mistakes and how they both neglected their children, basically scarring them with lifelong traumasâespecially dean.
of course, you didnât want to belittle sam and his trauma, since he got the fair share of johnâs bullshit himself. but dean was the one who had to step up and be both a father and a mother while only being a kid. and thatâs not fairâfor both of them.
dean was the one starving himself, so sammy had food, since john forgot about his kids or took too long on some hunt. he was the one who earned money in ways that were more shameful than one couldâve imagined. he was the one getting roofied andâŚ
yeah, you were livid.
and you didnât even get that from the brothers themselves. before coming to earth you got a solid debrief of what you were getting into. and that meant knowing about the shit they went through from a to z. that was probably the main reason why you were so nice to them instead of acting like a complete jackass like most of your feathery siblings.
you had compassion that some of them massively lacked. you were the literal example of an angel supposed to help humanity and heal troubled souls. you were the epitome of purity and goodness.
but to older winchesters? yeah, you were a little bitch.
ever since they came back to lifeâa family thing apparentlyâtrying to redeem their mistakes and be this happy and loving family, there wouldnât be a minute without you sending daggers with your glare or scoffing at every word that left their mouths.
not only did they break the rules of the living and undead (sam and dean didnât count), but they acted as if they didnât do anything wrong. as if they could make up for their mistakes. well, too fucking late for that.
you simply couldnât watch them together nor could you understand why they forgave them so easily. why did dean forgive them. you were baffled, but for the first time, you didnât feel like asking questions.
no, you were having too much pent-up anger that you began slowly turning into castiel. not that it was bad, but considering your usually bubbly and happy personality now so doom and stern? yeah, it was concerning. especially for dean.
but when he tried to confront you, you brushed it off and disappeared. just like cas. and you were disappearing more often, without telling anyone and god knows where. and dean began to think what had he done to upset you to the point where you couldnât even stand being in the same room as he was. cause he was always ready to blame himself first.
he sighed, sitting in the library, sipping a beer while mindlessly staring at the wall. he was debating whether to start praying so youâd come, but then his father entered the room, startling him out of his thoughts. john put a hand on his shoulder, making him jump up in his seat and visibly tense upâa response that a true soldier should have. what a fucking bullshit, just another trauma response.
âcome on, son. stop brooding over that angel. you know how they are. they donât give a shit. weâre just humans for them. toys they can play with and then dispose of as soon as weâre old and cranky and without much use. theyâre immortal. theyâre getting bored quickly,â john sighed with a small chuckle, patting his sonâs shoulder, which only made him flinch more.
âyou donât know her. sheâs not like that,â dean muttered, rubbing his chin. you werenât like thatâŚright?
of course you werenât. why did he even think that? you were his whole world, and he pretty much thought that he was yours. you werenât like other angelsâyou were actually angelic and pure and all the other schmancy shit. but yeah, no, you werenât like that, and his dad was fucking wrong.
âsheâs an angel. a supernatural creature. that says enough. they shouldnât be here anyway. their place is up there where they can be all high and mighty with those pretentious stares.â
âsheâs not like that,â dean said more sternly this time, his voice strong and leaving no place for a discussion. you were his little birdie, and he wouldnât let anyone badmouth you. not even his own father.
âyouâre defending her now?â john scoffed in amusement, looking at his son in disbelief. âyouâve gotten soft,â he hummed.
âand? is it so bad now? iâm sorry to disappoint you. again,â dean stood up, ready to leave, when his father grabbed his arm and looked at him with those eyes that dean knew too wellâthose eyes that meant he was about to get his ass beat.
âdonât be a brat now. show your father some respect. i donât think i taught you to run your mouthâ" dean swallowed thickly, preparing himself to get a blow to his face or at least try to dodge it, perhaps.
however, before john could finish, suddenly his hand on deanâs arm was yanked away and painfully bent backwards as if it was going to break any moment, the angel blade pressed dangerously to an artery in his throat.
âtouch him again and iâll make sure to drag your ass to hell myself, you fucking deadbeat,â you hissed with so much venom and hatred in your voice that it honestly made dean speechless.
you had the deadliest expression dean had ever seen on your face. he felt goosebumps on the back of his neck, suddenly feeling as if he was frozen in place. to be honest, you looked pretty scary and intimidating for such a small and inconspicuous creature.
âoh, look whoâs back from heaven,â john chuckled darkly, clearly pissed off by your presence. âtell her to back off,â he almost growled while shifting his eyes from you back to his son.
dean stood still. honestly? he didnât want to help. he wanted to let you do your thing. he wanted you to protect him.
but it was his father. and he felt that he couldnât just let him be treated by you like that.
âbirdie, come on. drop it,â he sighed, coming closer and wrapping his arms around you, gently pulling you back. he knew you wouldnât protest, and you knew that as wellâyouâd never hurt dean or even try to do something that would possibly hurt him. youâd probably cut your own wings off if he got even the smallest bruise because of you. ârelax, okay. donât do anything stupid, birdie,â he rubbed your arm, trying to calm you down.
with a huff, you turned around and looked at dean. âi donât like him. and i donât like your mother. these people are weird and had hurt you and i donât trust them,â you hissed, keeping your voice a whisper so john wouldnât hear as he tried to scramble himself up from the floor.
âbirdie, theyâre my parents. iââ but he cut off and raised his brow. âhow do you even know what happened? i never tolââ
âangel stuff. doesnât matter. i just donât like it when youâre hurt and upset and feeling sad. and these two make you upset, sad and hurt!â you tried to resonate. âi just want you to be happy. i canât give you your childhood back nor i can undid every awful thing that happened to you. but i can try my best to make it better and give you what you missed out on. if you want to feel childish for a minute, we can do that together. iâm already considered to be one apparently,â you huffed with a small eye-roll.
and dean was speechless. he looked at you in disbelief, and all the other feelings that he couldnât quite name. he felt his heart squeeze painfully in his chest, tears gathering up in his eyes. he tried to say something, to think of something, when johnâs mocking chuckle echoed through the walls.
âare you kidding me? crying? what kind of soldierââ before he got a chance to finish, you sent him on the floor with a solid sucker punch to his face. john groaned and blinked hazily before losing consciousness.
you shook your hand with a small huff and then looked at wide-eyed dean.
âiâm not going to apologize for that,â you said in that direct and indifferent tone, pointing at johnâs unresponsive body.
dean just blinked and then looked at you, his expression slowly softening. he smiled at you and pulled you closer.
âhonestly? i donât want you to. thanks birdie,â he hummed and kissed your temple, letting his lips stay on your skin for a moment, while you leaned into his invitingly warm touch. âi love you so much, my little angel.â
âi love you, too, deano.â
god, he was so glad to have you.
a/n: iâll drop the drabble tomorrow cause i didnât think iâd finish this shot faster lolđ
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Okay last thing for now! But I did start rewatching the other day, and I wouldn't be surprised if a lot of people dropped the acolyte after episode 1 and 2 because they're slower. Yet I'm not sure... what you can do about that other than stick with it. Because more exciting episodes like 5 and 8 or even 6 won't be exciting without that intro. You can't start the show with everyone on khofar. And even when andor first premiered, remember what the #1 critique was??? It. Starts. Too. Slow. But now two years later, no one is saying that. Most people are looking back on andor like it's the best thing star wars has done. A lot of this probably is because of the streaming model. It creates a pressure to like a show from the very first second and to watch it as quickly as possible. (Idea being the quicker you like it, the quicker you finish, the quicker you move on to another show so these companies can sell you on the Next Big Thing.) It's just capitalism! But that means we also don't get to take our time with art as much because where's the profit in savoring. With the acolyte, people would have come around too, especially as the hate it got died down. But by canceling it so early on, you give people no reason to. It's like creating proof for a problem you created.
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The Arrangement - Part 12
Summary: Jake's done a lot of things to keep his sister, and then his niece, safe from his parent's influence and manipulation. If he wants to keep them safe, he has to marry you.
Warnings: Anxiety, Bad parents and siblings, Talking about abuse. Let me know if I missed any!
Part 11 - Part 13
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It had been just over a week since your wedding. You and Jake have improved your communication. He's also managed to really set himself up in the home theater where he'd spent that first night. Apparently one thing your parents got right was the massive pair of recliners specifically for that room. Jake swears they're more comfortable than most of the beds he's slept on over the years. It makes you feel better about taking the master bedroom for yourself. Clay had visited again bringing a few duffel bags of Jake's things, including his computer. The massive screen for the theater worked really well for his setup.
While you were cooking, Clay had made sure to update Jake on the status of his family. Things were working pretty well, but there were going to be a lot of paper trails to hide so that they couldn't be followed. Or at least, not followed easily. Aisha and Cougar had both caught a couple of people following his family around that were confirmed to be employed by his parents. Hopefully now that Jake had his computer he could get some better intel on the parents' finances and connections.
But you weren't privy to that update. Jake and Clay agreed it was safer to keep you in the dark about the details. Though Jake didn't doubt your sincerity, there were still too many unknowns about you.
You really didn't mind that they got quiet whenever you were near. Your mind was already at maximum anxiety with Travis, your brother, still being in the Intensive Care Unit. Your parents had been acting unusually as the week progressed and Travis didn't get better. According to the police report he'd been seen drinking heavily with friends before trying to drive home. Usually one of his friends would be the designated driver and keep everyone's keys but, somehow, Travis had gotten his keys.
And now your parents seemed to be readjusting their life plans, and yours as well. The one time you were allowed to visit the hospital you'd overheard your parents murmuring about "he can't be seen like this," "he'll be seen as weak," and other similar thoughts. It made you worried you and Jake would be even more under their scrutiny, set to even higher standards. Your breath hitched as you realized they may demand a grandchild to help change the public perception of the family to one of hope or something like that.
You and Jake were getting ready for your first public event as a couple. You're helping Jake pick out the right suit while doing your best to answer his questions about what to expect, what is appropriate conversation, how much both of you needed to talk to others before you could leave. You know you're missing things. Jake does, too. But neither of you can think of the questions to ask so you establish a silent signal for help. Jake squeezes your hand three times and you either step in or whisper some advice in his ear. It's not a great system, but it's all you can do for now.
Jake hates how he looks in all of this but he knows it's not about him or his comfort. At least he doesn't have to wear the torture device you call a dress. The thing looks impossibly tight on you. He's worried about your ability to breathe. And the stiletto heels have you warning him you'll be on his arm all night to help you keep your balance. Jake actually takes comfort in that because he really doesn't want to be left alone at this event. Probably any event, but this first one especially.
As the car pulls up Jake takes a deep breath and you attempt the same.
"We can do this, right?" He says quietly.
"I believe we can," you nod. You gently squeeze his hand in reassurance like you did that first morning with the parents.
He nods, "let's do this."
As soon as he's able Jake is out of the car and opening your door for you. The last time he did so you were scared of each other. Now you make sure to give him a small smile of thanks as he takes your hand. The elevator ride to the party is as quiet as the one you took together your wedding night, but less oppressively so. It isn't until the elevator doors open that you both put on your fake smiles. Both of you taking small comfort in the fact that neither of you is suffering alone.
After the first couple hours Jake is ready to punch someone, anyone, just so he can be forced to leave since he's not allowed out yet. He's incredibly grateful you insisted on eating a little something beforehand. The food here is barely edible and dissolves faster than cotton candy. He hates the wine? Champagne? Whatever the hell it is, he hates the taste of it but, in following your lead, he knows he has to at least sip often enough to warrant a replacement glass every 30 minutes or so. Jake was grateful to have your weight on his arm to help keep him grounded.
Especially when Charles Blackwood, a "friend" of his from high school, showed up. Charles had been nothing but a leech throughout all of high school but Jake was desperate for some kind of friendship.
"Jacob! Where have you been?" Charles holds out his hand and Jake grips it firmly.
"I've been okay, Charles. You?"
"Holy crap, you're married now? Is that why you finally came out of hiding?"
"Sort of," he admits.
He goes to introduce you but Charles stops him. "I know this lovely lady quite well," he admits. You avert your eyes. "We were engaged for some time."
"You were?"
"Didn't she tell you?" Charles smirks. "Would've been married for two years now if her parents hadn't stepped in."
"For once I'm glad they did," you interject. "You're a conman who shouldn't be here."
Charles gives a small laugh, "well look who finally grew up. Too bad you didn't pick up on what was going on before I got you into bed." Your cheeks burn with embarrassment. "How are those dolphin projects going?"
"Sharks," Jake snipes. "Her focus was on sharks."
"Ooo, nerd standing up for nerd. How cute."
"You need to leave us alone," Jake fumes. "She is my wife and I won't let you insult her."
Charles scoffs, "since when can you fight?"
"Since boot camp."
That gives Charles pause. He searches Jake's face for tells that he's lying but finds none.
"Yeah, alright," Charles concedes. "Just don't ruin this party for me. Lots of other potential targets."
As soon as he was out of hearing range you let out a breath. "I'm so sorry," your voice quavers. "I should have...I should have told you."
"Told me what? That your ex-fiance is an asshole? That's not something you need to divulge."
"No...that...that I'm not..."
Jake leans in so that you're the only one who hears him. "You're more than just your virginity status. I'm sorry your first time was with him, he doesn't seem the type to make your pleasure a priority, but I'm not upset that you've had sex before."
You take as deep a breath as you can to steady yourself. "Thank you for that."
"So, can we leave the party yet?"
You check Jake's watch, trying not to be obvious about it. "We've got at least another half hour."
"When we do get out of here, would you be up for going out for some real food?"
You chuckle, "maybe delivery? Or take out? I'm not going to be able to eat much in this dress."
"Fair. And thank you for helping me get through all of this."
"Thank you for listening to my advice," you counter.
"Always," Jake affirms.
Part 11 - Part 13
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Tagging: @alicedopey; @ashdoctor; @delicatebarness; @ellethespaceunicorn; @embarrasingmf;
@irishhappiness; @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @lokislady82;
@ronearoundblindly; @thiquefunlover63
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continuing my arcane s2 ted talks i guess, i've been trying to decipher how i feel about the medardas' plotline in s2 and i never really land anywhere but a sort of disgruntled marge simpson groan.
i think anyone who paid any attention at the end of s1 or spent even ten seconds theorizing probably knew mel was a mage and her shield magic would protect some or all of the council. i was surprised this reveal didn't happen right away, and i liked that initially we see an overhead shot showing her totally-undamaged bubble around her seat. i could roll with jayce wondering why he survived and mel sort of shrugging it off. the black rose stuff in act 1 i also found intriuging and the action scene with amara was cool. i was excited that kino would be more relevant
but then act 2 ... it felt like we put mel in the torture labyrinth only to draw two conclusions, the first being that she's a mage (no duh; we could've revealed it in the first episode) and the second being that she's a bastard child from a secret love affair her mom had. and then we uh. didn't really explore that second part at all. we learn, sort of, that her mom has some beef with the black rose; if you don't play League you have no idea who or what they are; they claim Ambessa let Kino die and only wants Mel as a weapon; when confronted Ambessa only half-answers and seems to disdain mages; Ambessa ends up fighting Mel, gets killed by Mel's double bluff, and then Mel takes over the Medarda clan for... some reason (does she want to? does she HAVE to?)
mostly it ends up feeling like a backdoor pilot for a future noxus spinoff. and a future noxus spinoff starring mel isn't a bad idea; it's just that it feels like a lot of screentime in an already-frantic final season for arcane was then spent on a plotline that doesn't really resolve.
also in season one i thought mel and ambessa's relationship was very interesting and i looked forward to more of it. i thought the idea of ambessa sending mel away because mel's big puppy eyes made her feel guilty for doing what she felt she had to do, and mel feeling that as a rejection/banishment/lack of love fit nicely into the general themes of s1. i... just don't really know how the secret mel magic that ambessa hates and/or covets (unclear) adds to that rather than weakening it. their two conflicting worldviews alone set them up nicely to butt heads in season 2, especially with caitlyn potentially stuck in the middle, torn between both of their guidances and philosophies. instead it's like mel mostly inhabited a different show for most of her screentime.
i'm also not super convinced ambessa was written with the same level of sympathy characters like silco got in season 1. it certainly seems to me she gets less of that from fandom, anyway, who treat her like a uniquely evil character even for a major antagonist. it's hard for us to understand her motives when we don't really know what they ARE, the origin of her black rose feud, who tf the rose are to begin with, the true circumstances around kino's death and mel's banishment, etc... if this is all the unofficial pilot for a Noxus spinoff it might as well have just waited until then and let us use this screentime to expand on the other things in s2 that needed to be expanded/wrapped up in their final season.
#arcane#arcane spoilers#ambessa medarda#i know ambessa is getting a spinoff book or whatever but like ???? a book ????? man i needed to know In The Show#mel medarda
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A short piece regarding this post of mine. If you can't find 'em, make 'em.
Apologies for any errors. I wrote this very quickly in my Notes app because I hate myself apparently
CW: Anal, VERY slight daddy/petplay kink on Butcher's part (he calls himself Daddy and you pet/dove)
SMUT BELOW CUT
You're dribbling into the sheets, pussy clenching around nothing and drooling desperately. Butcher's got his big hands on your ass cheeks, holding them spread and forcing you to take it. Most of his weight is on you in this position, and you're some fuzzy place past cockdumb with the air forced out of your lungs with each thrust, but it feels too good to make him stop.
"Good fuckin' girl," he grumbles when you arch your back further. You can feel his eyes burning where he slams into you, watching your hole accept him greedily again and again. "Told ya you'd like itâchoking my cock like yer trying to keep a piece'a me for later."
His words make you whine, as they often do, and a chuckle reaches your ears. You were hesitant before, but God was he right. From him fingering your ass to actually fucking it, you've been drenched the whole time. It's just something about him that makes you enjoy nearly anything.
"Thinkin' I can keep a load or two in here, sweetheart," Butcher muses, hips slamming into yours with bruising force. He has your face pressed into the sheets, tears soaking the material. "What'dya say? Think she can take bein' stuffed?"
Despite not being fully aware, you nod desperately. As long as he speaks to you like that, there's little you won't do for him and he knows it. It's seldom you deny him in the first place. You can practically hear his shit-eating grin when he says, "That's what I like to hear, dove."
His grip shifts more toward your thighs, pushing them together as his angle changes so he can get deeper with more force. Pitiful whines rip from your throat as he does, nails gripping the bed for any sort of steadiness. You know you probably won't walk right after thisâButcher's already nearly too thick for your cuntâand some part of you delights in that fact.
"Ahâ fuck, Butcherâ" you manage through moans. He swats at your leg with a groan as you flutter around him.
"That's it, darl'," he soothes, slightly mocking. His hand hooks around your pelvis, fingers dipping into your slit just to feel your ache for him. "Tsk. This needy hole need some love too, pet? Should'a just told me. More than happy to help with 'at."
A scream nearly tears from you as two of his digits slide into you, their girth welcomed by your slickness. His huffed amusement sounds right by your ear.
"I'm the only one who can do this for you, ey? Only bastard bigger enough than you to fill you all up just right," he grunts. When you clench, he curses. "Fuck, making me wanna switch over here, doll. That slutty cunt of yours is gripping me fingers tight."
He knows he's got you when your eyes roll back.
"Oh, close, is she? Well go on, give me a show. Let Daddy feel you come while he fucks yer ass."
You tip over the edge, voice all scratchy from the moaning he makes you do. He's the only man who ever gets you this noisy in bed. That cockiness of his is for a damn good reason. He groans and follows shortly after, spilling into you with the stuttering of his hips.
When he pulls out, you can feel yourself gaping and dripping his sperm. He pushes it back in with his fingers and presses his dick in again.
"Said I was gonna fuck two or so loads in, didn't I?" He smirks, and you whimper into the sheets.
#thinkin butcher thoughts#billy butcher x reader#billy butcher x you#william butcher x reader#billy butcher imagine#billy butcher smut
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The thing is, Evie knows sheâs a pushover.
Sheâs loud, sure, once she gets to know someone, and she likes to laugh and needle and tease, but she isnât brave, not really. Last week when her chem partner hadnât written his half of their assignment Evie had written it for him even though it took all night because she figured it was better than confronting him. When she was in second grade and Trip Lewitt stole her lunch every day for a year she never once stood up to him, and last Tuesday when Sandy had asked to borrow her lipgloss and hadnât given it back, Evie hadnât said a word.
So yeah, sheâs a pushover and she knows it. But the thing is, she doesnât need to be brave because she has Steve.Â
Steve, who had given her his jacket and let her sleep in his car because she was nodding off in math after she was up all night writing that paper. Steve, who had pushed Trip Lewitt into the chain link fence when he caught him snatching her lunch one day and then made him eat dirt. Steve, who could tell she was put out about something last week even if he didnât know exactly what so heâd bought her a milkshake and it meant sheâd had just enough change to replace her lipgloss herself.
Steve Randle is the furthest thing from a coward Evie has ever met. Heâs so brave she doesnât need to be, but sometimes he makes her brave too.Â
Theyâve been friends for as long as Evie can remember. Her mom used to be friends with Steveâs mom before Steveâs mom left him behind, ensuring Evie would hate her forever even if sheâll never see her again. Evieâs been around long enough that Mr. Randle knows who she is- a rare feat from the man who goes from loving his son one day to hating him the next. Steve has slept over at her house, sheâs bought him birthday gifts every year since she got her first job at twelve, and everyone always assumes theyâre dating because heâs protective in a way most guys only get around their girls.Â
Theyâre not dating though. It isnât like that. Sheâs not in love with Steve, has never loved anyone that way; and Steve only has eyes for his blonde haired best friend who loves him but not enough, not like Steve loves him, in the kind of way that makes the world shake.Â
Even still, she usually tells Steve everything. Heâs her best friend even if she isnât his, and she needs him more than she cares to admit. She never feels safer in the world than when sheâs sitting beside him at the drive-in with his jacket around her shoulders, or throwing fries at him at the diner while they shit talk Sodapopâs latest girlfriend or scheme how to prank their horrific spanish teacher.Â
Right now heâs down the hall half wrestling with Sodapop and Johnny Cade, laughing and as happy as he ever gets. She could join them if she wanted to, just walk up and say hello and sheâd be safe. Steve would take one look at her and know something was wrong, even if she tried to hide it, and heâd walk her to class with an arm around her shoulders and a murderous glare on his face heâd give to anyone who dared glance in her direction.
As she watches, Sodapop ruffles Steveâs hair and he beams. It lasts half a second before itâs replaced with his usual scowl, but itâs enough for Evie to make a decision. He just looks so happy. Even on a good day Steve is probably one of the saddest people sheâs ever met, and it drives her half crazy sometimes because if anybody deserves the truest happiness the world has to offer itâs stubborn, gentle, scowling, deadly kind Steve Randle. The fact that this kind of lightness in him is so rare is a travesty, and she wonât be the one to ruin it. She canât. She wonât.
She sighs and pulls the sleeve of her shirt down further. Not that anyone would notice the bruise on her wrist anyway, but the purple is ugly and Sandy always says purple isnât her colour.Â
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âI was thinkinâ we should maybe go to that drag race out by the rodeo grounds this weekend when I get off work. I heard from Cindy whoâs sister is going with Two-bit Mathews that Sodapopâll probably be there anâ I want him to see me in that new skirt I got.â
Sandy is jabbering on about her latest plan to attract the attention of one Sodapop Curtis- an unfortunate recent development that has left Evie between a rock and a hard place between trying to keep Sandy away from Soda while not spilling why sheâs so against her friend pursing the blonde. Luckily, Sodapop is a typical idiotic fifteen year old, and barely has eyes for anyone longer than a week, and as such, has not yet noticed- or responded to- any of Sandyâs advances. Evie can see this, but whenever she points it out Sandy reminds her that she has an advantage other girls donât considering Evieâs boyfriend is Sodapopâs best friend. She refuses to believe that Steve isnât Evieâs boyfriend, and further refuses to believe that despite how close Evie is to Steve, she has little more than an acquaintance with the Curtis boy.Â
Itâs only a matter of time before she asks Evie to try and get Steve to convince Soda to go on a double date with them, in which case Evie will refuse without an explanation and Sandy will give her the silent treatment for a week. Evieâs trying not to think about it.
âSure,â she agrees half heartedly, dodging the stuck out foot of some soc girl as they make their way down the hall, âIâm coverinâ the eveninâ shift for Corrin though so I might not be able to stay-â
She cuts herself off abruptly, books tumbling out of her arms as she locks eyes with him.
Heâs standing in a group of football players, a junior to her sophomore, and heâs big, terrifyingly so, muscles straining against the fabric of his shirt. Half the hallway had turned at the commotion of her dropping her books but he hardly spares her a glance, blue eyes glinting cruelly as he gives her an unimpressed once over and turns back to his friends.Â
Itâs yet another slight, another reason for her to despise him though it does nothing to assuage her fear. She still remembers the feel of him pinning her against a locker, remembers the feel of his hot breath against her ear and the way his friends had jeered and catcalled, names she was used to but that stung all the same.
She doesnât have to remember the terror- sheâs feeling it again right now.
â-vie? Evie? Hello?â Sandy is giving her an exasperated look, Evieâs discarded books are piled in her arms- when did she pick them up? âEarth to Evie! Are you back with us?â
She sounds annoyed but her eyes are dart to a group of senior soc girls who are giggling and whispering behind their hands, then to the football players and him. Sandyâs nervous, she realizes, and then realizes why. Theyâre already at enough of a disadvantage being greasy girls. They canât afford to be weird too, and Evieâs already enough of a freak as it is.Â
âSorry,â she forces a smile, takes her stack of books with trembling hands, âsorry I just got a wicked headache all of a sudden.â
âYouâre probably dehydrated,â Sandy seizes her arm and practically drags her down the hallway, head high even as a wave of giggle and whispers claw at them, âitâs thirty degrees out, anâ youâre wearinâ long sleeves like you ainât never seen Oklahoma summer before.â
âYeah,â Evie ignores the twinge of her wrist and the pounding of her heart, âI bet thatâs it.â
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She spends the rest of the day jumpy and tense. Sandy tires of her newfound jitters quickly and jumps on an invitation from Kelsey Morrone to go out for a smoke a little too eagerly. Evie hardly has it in herself to mind.
She doesnât start to calm down until last period and itâs only because Mr. Hortonâs geography class is so boring it trumps all other emotions. Sandy isnât in this class either, which means they canât even write notes to pass the time.
Her anxiety ramps up the second the bell rings. Sheâs all too aware of the possibility she might run into him in the hallway, and everything in her screams that that cannot happen. She takes extra care as she packs away her things, prolonging the inevitable, and then regrets it when she realizes she has no crowd to blend into as she steps into the hallway. Luckily her locker isnât too far from the math wing, so she keeps her head down and walks quicker than usual and makes it there without any further disaster.
Itâs not until the familiar scent of motor oil and fabric softener envelops her and she feels a slight tug on her braid that she finally relaxes.Â
âHey doll.â
âHey yourself,â she swats at Steve halfheartedly, tucking her braid back behind her ear from where heâd tossed it over her shoulder.
âHey,â he takes her hand gently- heâs always gentle with her- and pushes her sleeve up slightly, revealing the horrible mottled purple and blue bruise, âwhat happened?â
All day sheâd sat next to Sandy and she hadnât noticed a thing. Not a single teacher had glanced at her twice, not even when her english teacher handed back their essays and her sleeve had slipped, and yet Steve had noticed within the first minute of being here.
She looks into his eyes, at the anger hiding beneath his concern, at the scowl twisting his face that had been so happy just this morning, and makes a decision.
Even if sheâs spent most of her day waiting for a chance to talk to him, she canât let Steve Randle fight her battles forever.Â
âNothing,â she pulls her hand away and pulls her sleeve back down, âdonât worry about it.â
âEvie-â
âSteve,â she cuts him off, âitâs fine, really. Whatâs up?â
âI wanted to know if you anâ Sandy wanted a ride home.â He says, eyes still locked at where her bruise is hidden away under blue fabric. She can tell he desperately wants to ask for more details, just like he knows that she wonât offer any.Â
âAinât you playinâ chauffeur to your buddies?â
âNot today,â he shakes his head, black hair glinting in the afternoon sun as they meander out the doors. He takes her backpack without seeming to think about it, slinging over his shoulder, and Evie hides her amusement at the fact that for all heâs a tough greaser heâs secretly a gentleman, âTwo-bitâs takinâ the kid and Johnny, anâ Sodaâs walkinâ over to the DX for work.â
âWell Sandyâs got plans with Carmen,â Evie tells him, âBut I wouldnât say no to a ride.â
Some of the tension bleeds out of his shoulders when she mentions Sandyâs busy. Itâs no secret heâs not exactly a fan of her, thinks sheâs sharper than she needs to be with Evie and hates her for it, the stupidly protective person that he is, not realizing thatâs just who Sandy is. Still, it was nice of him to extend the invitation to her in the first place. She wonders for the millionth time how Steve got a reputation for being an asshole when he does stuff like offer a girl he hates a ride home without thinking, just because sheâs a friend of Evieâs.Â
âYou wanna stop for a milkshake on the way home?â Steve asks, tossing their bags in the back seat, and rolling down the window. If it was hot outside, itâs a million degrees in the car, but she fights the urge to roll up her sleeves, not wanting to give him a better look at her bruise if she can help it. âIâll pay.â
She considers his offer. First of all, damn him for knowing her so well- ice cream has always been her biggest weakness. Normally sheâd say yes without hesitation, but his offer today is very obviously a ploy, a scheme, a bribe if you will, to trick her into talking about the bruise and Him, and she has decided already that she wonât. To sit across from Steve, while he looks at her with sad eyes and tries to sweet talk her into talking is not part of her plan.Â
âNot today,â she shakes her head and offers him a smile, âI'm beat.â
âI can see that,â he mutters under his breath, but doesnât protest, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot.
Itâs a quiet ride home. Normally theyâd chat and tease each other, but Steveâs mood is sour and sheâs hesitant to start a conversation because sheâs famously bad at keeping secrets and Steve knows that better than anyone. If he got her talking, sooner or later sheâd let something slip and all bets would be off.
Fifteen minutes later he pulls up in front of her house and cuts the engine with a sigh.
âThanks for the ride,â she presses a kiss to his cheek and goes to leave.
âWait, Eves,â he catches her hand, the rough calluses on his skin at odds with the softness of the movement, âjust- you know I got your back, right? No matter what.â
Heâs so earnest, so worried.Â
âYeah,â she smiles, heart swelling with gratitude for this dumb boy who came into her life and never thought once about leaving, âI know.â
He holds her gaze a moment more and nods, clearing his throat abruptly.
âIâll give you a ride to school tomorrow. Sandyâs welcome too if she wants.â
âThanks.â She smiles, squeezing his hand and trying to put all her gratitude into it before she lets him go, closing the door gently behind her.
He doesnât drive away until sheâs safely inside, the door locked behind her. He never does.
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âMorninâ doll.â
âMorninâ,â she hands him a piece of still warm bannock wrapped in a tea towel, and he shoves half of it into his mouth in one bite, humming appreciatively. If thereâs one thing she knows Steve loves, itâs her momâs baking.
He inhales the rest of the bread before speaking.
âSandy cominâ?âÂ
âNah, sheâs gettinâ a ride with Carmen.â
He nods and starts the engine, the car coming to life with a purr. Itâs not as quiet as some of the socs fancy ass cars, but itâs the quietest tin can in all the east side and itâs all because of Steveâs magic with mechanics. She always feels an unearned swell of pride on his behalf whenever she sits in this car, stupid as it is.
Itâs not until theyâre halfway to Will Rodgers that she notices Steveâs hands are torn up and bruised, every knuckle split.Â
They definitely werenât like that yesterday.
âYou get into a rumble or somethinâ last night? What happened to your hands?â
âOh, that,â Steve waves a ruined hand dismissively, âdonât worry about it.â
âSteve-â
âEvie-â he mocks, flipping their argument from yesterday, âreally. Itâs fine.â
âI know itâs fine, that ainât what I asked!â
He pulls into the parking lot and cuts the engine before turning to her with a sigh,Â
âYou really wanna know?â
âYes!â
âWell, I heard a rumour somewhere that some of the football team- a certain captain in particular- have started to get a bit brazen in how theyâve been treating some east side girls. And Sylvia Devares seemed to think maybe Angel had mentioned something about you showinâ up late to spanish last week and shaking like a spooked horse. So meân the boys decided it was time to have a little talk with the dear captain and his buddies.â
âYou didnât have to do that," gratitude and shame swirl in her gut, âI canât expect you to fight my battles forever.â
He lets out an inelegant snort.
âOf course you can,â he says, so matter-of-fact she couldnât argue with him if she wanted to, âI meant what I said yesterday: I always got your back. Always. Even if you donât wanna talk about things, Iâm always gonna be here for you.â
Yeah, she realizes, he really is, always has been always will be. It doesnât matter if sheâs a pushover or not, heâll always have her back.
How did she get so lucky?
#the outsiders#steve randle#evie the outsiders#evie bylilly#Evie: steve is so nice why does everyone think he's an asshole#Steve: is an asshole to everyone but Evie and Soda#stevie#qpr stevie#I will make that a tag if it's the last thing I do#please give this some love I thrive on it
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Just a Thursday NightâŚ
cw: suggestive (for now) youâre in a poly/closed triad with Toji and Shiu. They hate each others guts most of the time but they love the fuck out of you so..common interest i suppose lol
a/n: some fic below smau
Conversations like this were typical between the three of you. Shiu and Toji acting as if they werenât essentially best friends by default, seeing as how it was difficult for either of them to cultivate any kind of relationship in their line of work. Which was what made the relationship between the three of you work so well. How it all came about? That's probably a complex story for another day. Tonight was going to be simple. Your boyfriends were working late and usually didn't get home until even later. So you were never hard-pressed for time to prepare the evening for them.
It's close to midnight and the house you three shared was warm and cozy, the air colored with the scents of dinner cooking. Foil-wrapped potatoes baked in the oven while two skillets sizzled on the stove. One containing buttery garlic green beans and the other a thick ass porterhouse steak. On the counter, one steak rests at medium well doneness to Shiuâs liking, soon to be joined by Tojiâs medium rare.
You were busy searing each side of his steak when the door chimes alerted you that the front door had been opened.
Someone was finally home.
Shiu walks in the house first ,dressed in his suit and tie, blazer tossed over his shoulder. He always smells good as hell. Like expensive leather and mixture of his woodsy cologne and a freshly lit cigarette. Like a grown ass man that works hard just to provide his baby girl with whatever she wants.
He finds you in the kitchen at the stove preparing dinner and steps up behind you to make his presence known. His touch is gentle but firm, skimming over your hips and waist, pressing his front against the curve of your back. His lips find your ear, pressing a kiss to your temple before greeting you with a deep raspy âHey sweetheart.â. His voice is like the butter sizzling in the pan in front of you and you melt against him, turning your head to give him a proper kiss that he hums into contently with pliant lips.
âHi babyâ youâll sneak in between kisses that become less and less chaste. You're mindlessly pressing your ass into his crotch, making him grunt sexily and tighten his hold on your waist.
âDinners almost doneâ you add, sneaking a lick of his tongue with a smile.
âMmm..Smells goodâŚâ heâll mutter against your lips, to which youâll tell him to go get cleaned up so he could enjoy it. Heâll then hum in acknowledgment before pecking your lips a few more times, squeezing your hips and giving your booty a healthy slap before leaving you to it. Toji usually comes in right after him, shedding his coat and sporting dark jeans and a fitted tee. Looking every bit like that bad ass boy next door that your parents forbid you from dating. He greets you in his normal Toji fashion.
You yelp at the sting of the smack he plants on your other ass cheek, but it's soothed under Tojiâs hand as he rubs and kneads your plumpness.
âSup, Mama..â he growls into the curve of your neck, his buff ass arm coming around you and slotting under your chest for a possessive back hug. Tojiâs scent is an addictive amalgam of sandalwood, some sort of citrus, and his sweat from the day. Since he rode home in Shiuâs car, accents of smoke were woven into the fibers of gia clothing to mix with his natural fragrance, having its usual effect on you.
He nibbles and teases the skin of your neck until you're giggling and reaching up to tangle your fingers in his messy hair.
âToji!!â You attempt to squirm away from his lips. A feeble attempt of course. Heâs got you locked in place under his bear arm. After seemingly having his fill of nuzzling, Toji lifts his head and the hand resting against your ribs to turn your face towards him for a kiss that already has your head spinning. His tongue tastes of mint and Monster energy drink, which he more than likely chugged on the ride home.
It takes some effort to pull back from him, and he just keeps kissing you. The corner of your mouth. Your cheek. Your jawline. Before he can find his home in the crook of your neck again you have to elbow him in the abs gently to get his attention.
âYoure gonna make me burn the food, Toji. Quit it..â you giggle.
âJust take it off the heat then..I missed you today.â He whines,his lips moving sinuously against your skin. You gasp when his teeth graze your flesh. You were feeling dizzy with desire, your lashes fluttering at the way Toji bit into your neck and sucked hard, earning a barely muffled moan that snaps you back into reality.
âUh uhn TojâŚI gotta finish your steak. Unless you want me to overcook it..â You nudge him gently with your shoulder and he obeys with a grumpy sigh, pulling away reluctantly.
âSo? Then Iâll just have to eat you instead..â he grins, his cool-toned gaze blazing into you lustfully. Before you fall into his trap again, Shiu returns to the kitchen. Heâs still in his dress shirt, the top few buttons undone as he's yanking at his necktie. He opens the freezer before glancing over at the two of you tangled in a hot embrace at the stove, he sighs and rolls his eyes.
âThe least you can do is wash the murder off of your body before you rub yourself all over herâŚâ he scoffs, rummaging in the ice tray for two cubes to drop in the short-cut glass. Tojiâs upper lip curls into a snarl as he glares over your head at Shiu, who is now mindlessly opening his liquor cabinet.
âThe least you can do is mind your damn business..cock blocknâ ass..â Toji seethes. Shiu's tired gaze returns to Toji while he pours himself a drink.
"So it's cock blocking because Id rather you didn't get some dead man's DNA all over my girl?" he perks his brow, lifting the glass to his lips for a sip. Toji kisses his teeth. " You think I'd be all over MY girl like this without at least changing clothes? I'm not an idiot.."
At that opening, Shiu's brows lift as if he's about to disagree. He merely grunts in response instead, mumbling something snide under his breath as he posts up against the counter with his drink in hand. You didnât catch it but Toji must have since he was bristling with you still in his possessive embrace.
âYeah? Wanna repeat that to my face?â he drops the arm that caged you to his chest. His other arm loosens a bit as he steps around you as if he's about to approach Shiu, who of course regards Toji blankly before taking one more sip of his whiskey. When you noticed him turning to set the glass aside, your eyes widened.
"Yall don't start.." you whine, already scrambling to grasp Toji's shirt. It stretches from his torso a little when he tries to move further away from you to close the distance between him and Shiu with a sinister smirk on his face. Shiu smirks back, leaning back up from the counter to face him. There's a silent exchange of colorful language between the two men that you weren't going to let escalate. It was late and you just wanted a peaceful night in with your men. No drama. No bickering.
"OH MY GOD! ALL THIS TESTOSTERONE IN MY KITCHEN!â you blurt out, earning both of their attention. Pointing the spatula you now had in your hand, you aimed it towards Shiu with a glare. He opens his mouth but you shush him.
âAht! Make that the last drink you get before you eat your dinner, ok? And you..â you pause to crane your neck back enough to look at Toji.
âWhile I do love the smell of you, if you killed someone tonight I'd prefer it if you cleaned up. Cool?â
Toji glances down at himself with the same type of furrowed brow that Shiu was now sporting when he looked into his glass. "Now I don't wanna hear anymore bitching from either one of you tonight, dammit. Its late and Iâm cramping. Dinner will be ready in about 10 minutes, ok? So both of you get out of my kitchen so I can finish cooking please.â
You give them both a look, ensuring that they understand their assignments, spatula waving between them. There is a mixture of surprise and amusement in their expressions, finding your bossiness endearing considering you were the smallest person in the room. The men exchange a seething look of understanding, Shiu being the first to scoff and break eye contact before looking to you.
"Sure thing baby," he remarks warmly, picking up his glass and tossing back what was left in it before putting it back on the counter. He then approaches you, giving Toji a snarky downward scan in passing before leaning in to peck your lips. Toji rolls his eyes and huffs loudly during the affectionate exchange, knowing Shiu was just trying to push his buttons in the little ways he could without you knowing.
When he pulls away, you lick the remnants of whiskey he left on your lips with a smirk.
" Mmmhmm. Out." you wrinkle your nose at him, pushing him away playfully as he steps between you and Toji to exit the kitchen.
Leaving you with your broodiest boyfriend.
Toji was biting the inside of his cheek and watching Shiu leave with narrowed eyes, looking like he was plotting something devious when you poked him in the pec. His glare drops to you, softening a little on the way your siren eyes were drawing him in. With a lift of your brow, Toji relents.
"What?" he frowns and you smile at him sweetly, reaching up to run your thumb over the scarred corner of his mouth before speaking.
"You too, big boy. Go wash ya ass. And don't kill Shiu on your way back there please." you nod your head in the kitchen doorway's direction. At that, Toji grunts humorously as he kisses your thumb, then your forehead.
"Only 'cuz you said please.." he grumbles before trudging out of the kitchen somewhat begrudgingly.
You maintained that stone-cold expression while you admired that muscular ass back on his way out, waiting until you were alone to allow that facade to break immediately in favor of you being utterly hot and bothered.
It wasn't always like this but you swore one day things would come to blows between those two if you weren't always there to intervene. There was no reason for them to still be this competitive when it came to you. There was a clear understanding between you three that you were theirs equally and vice verse. But you had to admit that it was annoyingly sexy to see them still fussing over you though. Or maybe it was just because you were ovulating.
Either way, you were sure to be in for another long night with these twoâŚ
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Knowing a change of scenery was what your mental health needed, you transferred to where your brother, Mark, goes to college. The good news is, heâs not too cool for his younger sister, so he lets you join his friend group immediately. The bad news is, Haechan is in that friend group, and a brief encounter four years ago was enough for you to understand he does NOT like you. Even worse news, heâs a lot hotter than he was four years agoâŚ
Chapter Fifteen: I'll just ask Mark - four images, 1.5k words - heads up, this chapter deals more with y/n's mental health than previous ones
You were thankful you didnât have any classes for the rest of the day, because time slipped right by you while at lunch with Haechan. The two of you got sandwiches and coffee from the library cafĂŠ, but when you quickly realized all the tables were taken, you ended up bringing the food back to Haechanâs apartment just a short walk away. This is where time started flying past. The two of you turned on an old cartoon show to watch while you ate, but once you were finished, your own voices quickly overtook the sound of the television.
It was a strange truth to find out - that you and Haechan actually got along swimmingly, taking to each other like a duck to water. Of course, up until the last week or so, the majority of your time knowing each other was spent either ignoring one another or exemplifying passive aggression; so your ability to actually carry a conversation for hours was a very new concept, but one you could hardly take the time to question when you were too busy laughing until you couldnât breathe.
Haechan was the first to calm down after the last bout of laughter shared in the living room, and he leaned his head against the front of the couch - the two of you opted to sit on the floor as you ate since there was no coffee table to place everything on; not to mention the couch wasnât that comfortable in the first place.
He rolled his head to the side so he could look at you, your eyes squeezed shut as you bite on your bottom lip to try and stop more laughs from leaving your system. He let a soft grin come across his face as he took in your presence, and the fact that he was happy here with you. âRemind me to thank Mark for convincing you to transfer,â he says gratefully, traces of a laugh still tainting his light voice. Though, all at once, your body stills, and you open your eyes to meet his soft gaze before swiftly bringing your focus to where you had begun messing with your fingers in your lap.
âOh. It wasnât really- he didnât convince me, so to speak. I had to transfer.â You fumble through your words, embarrassment tinging your cheeks a shade of pink.
Haechan furrowed his brows at you. âWhat do you mean?â He asks curiously, and you canât help the heavy sigh that escapes you.
You stop fidgeting, but you canât bring your gaze up from your lap as you respond smoothly. âI was really, badly depressed. Not to mention half the student body at SM used to actually bully me," you recall with a scoff.
âAt the end of the day, I just wanted my brother closer than thirty minutes away from me. Helped me feel less alone, or at least helped me not make rash decisions, I mean- I hated myself. Wasnât sure I was anything but a waste of space, honestly; and the idea of going to my brother to be talked down felt better than going to my friends, cause I always thought they would leave me if all I did was come to them with struggles. My brother canât leave, heâs stuck with me. Though most of the time, that doesnât really make it any easier - itâs still putting so much responsibility on Mark, when heâs probably the last person who needs any more added to his plate. Regardless, he does his best - and only partly because he's forced to," you say with a weak laugh before continuing softly.
"In transferring here, my parents made him promise that he wouldnât allow me to throw myself into oncoming traffic, or maybe it was off a bridge. I donât know. Something stupid but-â
You cut yourself off when you hear what you think is a sniffle from beside you. You whip your head over to look and get confirmation that heâs actually crying. âHaechan?â You get out worriedly, your brows furrowing as you take in his wide watery eyes and small trembles. You reach out to wipe away at the tears racing down his face, and he just shakes his head against your hold.
âDonât leave. Donât you ever dare leave,â he manages to get out somewhat firmly. Your lips form a tight smile at his care and you shake your head, trying to dispel his worries.
âIâm not-â You start, but he cuts you off and youâre sure itâs because he doesnât quite believe youâŚnot that you could blame him.
He moves from sitting flat on the ground to instead lean over and engulf you in a hug, made awkward by the fact that he was practically just ramming his body into your side. You didnât care, you wrapped your arms around him the best you could as he gets out choked words. âI need you. Here. I need you here,â he hiccups, and you break.
âHaechanâŚitâs okay. Iâm not going anywhere. I promise,â you say, trying your best not to cry now, too as you begin to rub a hand up and down his back.
You feel a light poke at your side and glance down to see his pinkie outstretched. You look back up to face him in confusion, but his eyes are still directed towards the floor, not to mention squeezed shut. âP-promise,â he gets out weakly. With the tears staining his face, the shaking of his body, and his choked words, you knew you never wanted to see Haechan like this ever again. So, without truly realizing how much this pinky promise was going to mean to him, you lace your finger with his and watch as the smallest wave of relief crashes over him.
He falls more decidedly against you, and you hold him there tightly, running your fingers gently across his clothes and through his hair. You donât know how long the two of you stayed like that, but you know you didnât let up from the hug until he was completely rid of tears. Though, when you lift your arms up and allow him to sit back upright, he doesnât, and a small smile crosses your face as you gently place your arms back around his figure.
You hadnât seen him look this small ever before, and the fact that he was being this emotional and vulnerable with you was making warmth spread through your entire body. You only hoped it could transfer through the hug you had him in, figuring he probably needed it more right now - for some reason, it couldn't click that he was crying over you, that he was currently concerned about making sure you felt comforted and cared for...though that quickly changes with his next words.
âIâm sorry I was a dick to you earlier,â he finally says with resolve. You move to shake your head and dismiss it, but he presses on. âI treated you poorly for no reason, and Iâm sorry. The last thing I ever want to do is remind you of someone from your old school. Iâll do better. I promise all Iâll ever try to do is put a smile on your face, but if itâs ever not genuine, I need you to know that you can come to me, confide in me, whatever. Your heavy feelings arenât going to scare me away. You donât need to ever pretend around me, and if Iâm the only person who has made that clear, then so be it, Iâll be your rock.â
He finally moves as he says this so that he can make eye contact with you, unfortunate because you had finally started crying at his words. âItâs so hard,â you squeak out. âWith my family, I mean - I just want to be a good daughter- a good sister. They donât deserve all that stress of my mental health. I- I broke my familyâs heart telling them how I thought of myselfâŚthe point I was reaching. I donât ever want to worry them like that again.â As you finish, your attention is turned towards where Haechan lightly grabbed your hand in his.
âYou broke mine, too, but you need to understand that Iâll let you break it over and over again if it means you arenât going through this alone.â Thereâs nothing but sincerity in his tone and it sends even more tears racing down your cheeks. He sighs, bringing a hand up to wipe gently under your eyes. âY/n,â he says, his voice soft but filled with intent.
You nod your head, knowing what he was looking for - any confirmation that you were actually taking in his words. âThank you,â you say weakly, causing a corner of Haechanâs mouth to perk up in a soft grin.
His hand that was previously at your cheek moves up to eventually run back down through your hair, tucking a piece behind your ear. âDo you wanna watch The Aristocats?â He asks gently.
Your wide eyes meet his. âYouâd watch it with me again?â You respond in awe.
Haechan lets out a small laugh, turning his gaze to the floor before shaking his head and looking in your teary eyes again. âYou said itâs your comfort movieâŚIâd watch it a thousand times.â
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