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Steve shakes his head with a frown, "Wait, what?"
Eddie backs up and starts shaking his hair out like a wet dog, dead petals and leaves falling around him like sad confetti. He doesn't quite look at Steve and bites his lips, quickly looking away at the pile of boxes that had spilled out of the closet, not sure what he was looking at, but feeling guilty as hell that he had been caught snooping. Even though he wasn't.
"Sorry, I wasn't looking through your stuff, I don't know what I was doing, I kinda panicked when I heard you coming and I think the plan was to hide in your closet." Eddie confessed, unable to look Steve in the eyes. He crouched down and started gathering up the bouquets and boxes, needing something to do with his hands.
"Well it's a little late to be going back into the closet now, especially your boyfriend's..." Steve snorted, Eddie's eyes darted up to Steve's at that, a shy grin taking over his mouth, unsure if it should bloom fully or wilt in the heat of his cheeks, red hot with embarrassment.
"Boyfriend?" Eddie whispered hesitantly, hope sparking at the bottom of his spine. Steve got on his knees across from him and started pulling boxes out of the pile to stack up neatly in front of him like a wonky tower, unstable and futile.
Steve was the one biting his lips now, the red in his cheeks making him look like a kid just came in from the snow tracking in mud, waiting under the glare of some parental figure ready to yell at him for the mess.
"I..." Steve glanced up into Eddie's eyes but couldn't hold his gaze, unsure what Eddie's were saying to him. Steve was terrified right now, his hands shaking as he tried to stack another box, knocking the whole thing over again.
The boxes fell and this time one of the flatter boxes opened as the lid tipped off. A leather bound journal, handmade from the looks of it and stamped in the cover was a bold EM in beautiful script you might see in a medieval text.
Steve gasped and tried to grab the book and shove it back in the box quickly, but his shaking hands were covered by another pair, more sturdy, but cold with the metal of a plethora of rings. Steve shyly looked at Eddie's face through his lashes, but Eddie wasn't looking back at him, his eyes glued to the journal.
"Steve... Is this- Are these my initials?" Eddie whispered, finally meeting Steve's honey brown with his dark chocolate, only growing darker by the minute.
Steve misinterpreted the look by miles.
"Yeah, look, I'm sorry, man, I don't know how to do this. I mean- I do, I've got moves, I can be smooth, trust me- just, I've only ever done this with girls, and I know you're not a girl- that's not- not the point. I know I can't just romance you like some chick, bring you flowers," at this Steve gestured all around them at the plethora of flowers ranging from Halloween decor to fresh as a daisy, "and hold your hand at the movies," here he reached down to Eddie's hands that had fallen limp on his own knees, holding them both between them as if to tether him back to reality, "but I can't help it, I really want that- all of it- with you. I-"
Eddie tackled Steve to the floor, landing on top of him with an oomph from them both as he knocked the wind out of Steve and his hair draped around their faces, blocking out the rest of the world. Steve looked up at Eddie with wide eyes, afraid for a moment that he had gone too far, but took one look at the beaming smile that had blossomed on his face and gasped in pain and relief, his head falling limp onto the carpet below as his body finally released all of the tension it had been holding since he had come back to the living room with pop corn and an apology on his lips to find Eddie missing.
"Steve, look at me." Eddie snapped. Steve opened his eyes wide again and looked at Eddie, smiling like a lunatic above him, "My favorite flowers are Violets, and you can absolutely hold my hand, and cuddle, and kiss me whenever you want! I may not be a girl, but I'm still a romantic, and right now I just found out I have a boyfriend who has been hoarding gifts and flowers in his closet like some sort of gay dragon." At this Steve laughed and rolled his eyes, trying not to let the water building up on his lash lines fall, beaming up at Eddie hovering over him, the curtains of his curly hair keeping the world at bay. "So, shut up and let me kiss you before I swoon from all this smooth romancing!"
Steve opened his mouth to say he absolutely can be smooth, he just had to work out some... kinks- but Eddie was done talking, he had a better use for his tongue.
steddie au where eddie thinks they're just hooking up because steve never treats him like all his previous girlfriends, but steve thinks they're dating and the relationship is only different because it's Gay. he's just trying to follow eddie's lead without making a fool of himself (he keeps buying gifts and flowers then shoving them into the back of his closet because he doesn't want eddie to think he's "treating him like a girl")
#lil update#add on#steddie au#steddie#steddie fic#steddie fanfic#st fic#stranger things fic#stranger things#steddie ficlet#stranger things ficlet#steve harrington#eddie munson#writing#my fic#is it me#tis me#op#lol#comedy#bring me flowers#and journals#so i can hoard them like a gay dragon#idiot4idiot#misunderstandings#idiots to lovers#gay#my idiot boyfriend
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I Put A Spell On You.
(Part Two)
Smoke and Rosetta got some makinâ up to do
It was a reflex for him to reach for his revolver. The sound of a withering floorboard caused Smokes to jump up from his sleep and grab it from the side table swiftly.
Click.
He was ready to aim and shoot down. Smokesâ unwavering gaze in that dimly-lit room cased out every dark corner and his ears listened for any signs of an intruder. He had good form and a lethal mental. Heâd heard the sound again and instantly he aimed for the floor, finger on the trigger ready to pull.
A low meow followed by a pretty tabby-cat relaxed his tense muscles. Smokes lowered his weapon with ease before silently putting the revolver back on the night stand. His brandy-colored eyes tracked the movements of the cat between his legs, trying to get a feel of who this stranger was. Eventually, the sound of music on the jukebox and Rosettaâs soft snoring helped to steady his breathing and lower his pulse. Smokes reached to flick off the lamp light and carefully settled back into the rickety mattress. He took one look at Rosettaâs sleeping face before staring up at the ceiling.
Imagine rainfall, accompanied by the sound of a warm guitar slowly picking away at the layer of your sorrows, haunting, yet beautiful. A sense of serenity entered his mind, extinguishing the flames that burn his soul. For a moment, Smokes could feel, and think nothing. So brief, yet so long, he felt at ease. The melody carrying him across distant shores, feeling weightless in its entranced groove. He flew with the progression of the song, eyes closed, allowing his emotions to guide his path. Up and down his chest rose. Beyond the murky sky, the white glow of the moon shown through the window.
A dainty hand touched his chest. Smokes reached up to grasp it, rubbing it with his thumb. His bare dick against his thigh began to grow. Smokes brought her hand to his plump lips and kissed her there gently. The bed creaked beneath them. Smokes glanced down within the darkness, his eyes connecting with the sleepy, doe eyes of his Rosey. Her naked silhouette entranced him. The dip of her hip and the way her breasts hung from her chest aroused him to no end.
It was the way her long, deep wavy hair fell over the pillow. The pearls around her neck made her look ritzy and those red-tinged kissers made him salivate to taste her again. She was breathtaking. And Smokes didnât lie when he meant sheâs the most beautiful in Nâawlins. Rosetta sat up and Smokes looked up into her heavenly face. Her fingertips danced across the ridges of muscle on his torso, her eyes never leaving his.
âCanât sleep, daddy?â She says, voice soft and warm.
âThat cat of yours woke me up out my sleep, galâŠâ
âNot you afraid of cats nowâŠâ
Rosetta giggled. Smokes chuckled slightly.
âI ainât afraid of no fuckinâ catâŠIâm justâŠbeen out there in some shit, baby. This the first time I had decent sleep.â
Rosetta looked towards Smokesâ revolver. Smoke followed her eyesight.
âI want one. My own gun.â Rosetta said.
âOh?â Smokes sat up, âis that so?â
âMhm. You can show me how to point that thang since you back home. Remember, you said you wouldâŠâ
âI did.â
Rosetta sat up and Smokes situated her between his legs with her back against his chest. Grabbing the revolver, Smokes pointed it in a safe direction. A safe direction means that the gun is pointed in such a way that an accidental fire would not cause any harm. Rosetta watched with great interest. Smokes accessed the cylinder, emptying the bullets before clicking it back in place.
âAight, RoseyâŠwrap your dominant hand âround the handleâŠuse this hand for support.â
Arms outstretched, Smokes helped Rosetta point the revolver straight ahead at a wall covered with peeling paper.
âStraighten ya elbows, dollâŠno need to cock it, but steady ya breathâŠfinger on the triggerâŠâ
âIt feelsâŠheavy.â
âHm. Imagine it with bullets.â
Smokes grazed Rosettaâs neck with his fluffy lips. The lingering smell of amber and sweat against his broad nose.
âThatâs how you do it. Iâll take yaâ out to shoot soonâŠâ
The urge to stuff his fat dick in her again created a tickling sensation just beneath his navel. Smokes felt at ease being with his woman again. Heâd never leave her side again. Even if Stacks got in the way.
Smokes gave Rosey a wet sloppy kiss to her neck. She tilted her head and his thick tongue grazed over the rapid pulse in her neck and directly over that spot that got her wet every time. His thicker fingers were groping her breasts. Rosey released a breathy moan before looking back at Smokes, one hand on the back of his neck, forcing his lips against hers.
Their tongues moved in tandem, the squeaky springs of her not so sturdy bed surrounding them. Rosetta spun around and straddled his lap. Smokes kicked the sheets away from him, adjusting his large body to accommodate Rosetta. The wobbly, metal headboard banged against the wall when she flopped down into his lap.
One hand around her neck, Smokes tugged lightly, bringing Rosettaâs lips to his again. His other hand reached between her meaty thighs to feel the heat and dampness of her folds. Smokes growled against her lips. His dick was cast iron hard and read to fit inside her tight snatch again.
âTilt âdem hipsâŠatta, girl,â Smokes tapped her pussy with his big dick, âTime to fuck on this dick again, babyâŠâ
âYes, PapaâŠâ
Rosetta wiggled her hips down onto Smokes thick pipe and her mouth dropped open in surprise. Smokes popped her on the ass hard, his way of telling her to get all the way down. Fully stuffed, Rosetta grabbed onto Smokes shoulders and with a whirl of her hips and a bounce she rode him on that rickety bed like it was her last time.
The fullness stretching her out made her shout Papa, Papa, Papa over and over. Smokes was too damn big for that bed but he made it work. He dug his heels into the lumpy mattress and with both hands he kept her cheeks spread while pumping up into her as she dropped down. Wet, skin slapping noises mixed with the way the bed jumped and creaked beneath them.
The steel of the revolver pressed against Rosettaâs knee each time she bounced. It was rough like she needed it. Deep dicking in her bedroom beneath the moonlight. Smokes slammed up in her so good Rosetta spread her thighs more to feel it stretch her. She craved the soreness, the way it tugged on her clit, the slight sting of his heavy balls slapping her ass.
Pop pop pop
Smack smack smack
Clap clap clap
âDamn, Rosey, gettinâ real whacky on that dick, fuck.â
Smokes grabbed her hips and helped her bounce on his length like a good little fuck doll. Her wavy hair shielded her eyes and those pretty titties swayed in his face.
âYou hittinâ my spot, Big DaddyâŠyou hittinâ it so goodâŠmake your pussy cumâŠmake your bitch pussy cumâŠâ
âRoseyââ
âDig deeper, Papaââ
âGrip this dick and wet it up with that sweet nectar!â
Rosetta choked his dick with her walls and her cum trickled down his dick and over his balls. Hand in her hair, Smokes slammed his lips against hers while thrusting deeper.
He needed her more.
Smokes put Rosetta on her back and her legs in the air. He dived back in that pussy with his toes planted against the mattress. Rosetta clawed his back up and they both watched it go in and out. Smokes savored her nipples with his lips and tongue, ignoring the hollow dents in the wall from the headboard.
He grabbed a foot and stuck her redâpainted toes in his mouth. Rosetta was super soaker wet on that dick, creating a large stain beneath her ass.
âI just wanna eat you up and fuck youâŠâ
Smokes stared down at that hairy pussy with her leg thrown over his shoulder. He released a breath that came out like the hiss of a locomotive. That shit looked beautiful. If he could paint a picture of the way his dick all big and long spread her open he would. The sweat and humidity in that room made it hard to breath. All he wanted to do was be in his woman. Theyâll crack a window eventually.
Well, Iâve got a meat grinder, it belongs to me
It's got good movements, I use it constantly
Iâve got a meat grinder, it belongs to me
It's got good movements, I use it constantly
You don't like good grindin', you ain't gotta bit of sense
It's been going on ever since the world commenced
If you don't like good grindin', ain't gotta bit of sense
âCause it's been going on, ever since the world commencedâŠ
âThatâs it, Big Daddy, cum all in your fat pussyâŠâ
âOh, yeah?â
Smokes folded Rosetta in half and pounded the fuck outta her. She furrowed her brows, chewed on that lip hard, and spread her pussy lips with those red nails like she wasnât open enough already.
âSmokes! Yes! Donât stop fucking me! Donât stop fuckinâ your creamy pussy! Milk it, Daddy! Fill me up! Papa! That good hard dick!â
âAhhhhhhhhââ
âSmokeâŠooohâŠyesâŠyesâŠright there, daddyâŠdonât stopâŠooooo shiiiit, daddyâŠfuuckâŠ.get it, daâDDYâŠâ
Smokes gave Rosetta a heated glare and just like that he was filling her to the brim with his thick semen, painting her walls heavily. Dick slipping out, he painted her clit with more. Smokes rubbed his tip between her folds, eliciting a creamy noise. Their tired breaths mingled. Smokes slipped from the bed and stumbled on his way to the bathroom.
He ran a bath and took a piss. Rosetta perched her gorgeous frame against the doorway, body glistening from sweat and cum. She was a sight to behold. Smokes is a lucky man. A bar of Palmolive sat untouched on the edge of the claw foot tub. While Smokes shook the access urine from his dick, Rosetta opened a jar filled with lavender, rosemary, and chamomile herbs, sprinkling it into the tub.
It was big enough to fit the both of them. Smokes slipped in first and then Rosetta settled in front of him. They used a soap sponge to clean each other off thoroughly. This was serenity. Encased in her sweet embrace.
âI love you, Rosey.â He whispered.
âAnd I love youâŠâ
ââ
The smell of bacon and butter wafted Rosettaâs nose that early morning. She sat up, messy hair in her face while she stretched her tired arms above her head. Smokes being gone told her that he was cooking up some breakfast. Rosetta threw her sheets back from her body and snatched a satin robe from a coat hanger next to her bed. Feet sliding into a pair of house shoes, she looked down and noticed deep scratches in the wood paneling.
She would need to cover that up with a rug or get someone to buffer that out. She didnât want her mama to have a fit.
Rosetta made her way into the kitchen, the tea kettle whistling as she approached. Smokes moved about the small room with a blunt between his lips and his dick out and swangin. Rosetta admired his tight ass before her eyes swept over his muscular back. She could see that he was making bacon, buttered toast, eggs, and grits. Smokes sat the cast iron on the stove and looked back when heâd heard footsteps.
âMorninâ sunshineâŠâ
He pecked her lips.
âSmells real good in here,â Rosetta stole a slice of bacon, âIâm hungry from all that sex.â
âGotta feed you then, huh?â Smokes winked at Rosetta.
Rosetta stole the blunt from his lips and took a hit.
She coughed slightly, Smokes chuckling.
âCareful witâ that there, RoseyâŠâ
She took another hit and blew smoke towards him to taunt him before sticking her tongue out. Smoke tapped her on the booty.
âSit that pretty tail down. Iâm a plate this food up.â
Rosetta settled in a dining chair. She noticed the news paper and fresh milk on the table. He must of gone to grab it. Rosetta grabbed the paper and opened it to read. She crossed one shapely leg over the other blunt between her fingers as she held the paper up.
âA train hijacking?â Rosetta announced with surprise.
Smokes glanced over at Rosetta while her brown eyes were glued to the paper. He packed her plate and walked over, placing it in front of her. Back at the stove, Smokes poured her a cup of tea.
âJesus, killed everyone on boardâŠâ
âGimmeâ some neckâŠâ
Rosetta tilted her lips towards Smokes and he stuck his tongue in her mouth. The grip she had on the paper slipped. Smokes snatched it from her grasp and placed it on the table with a loud slap.
âEat, girl.â
Rosetta grabbed her fork but her eyes remained on Smokes. He could feel her staring while he situated himself across from her.
âLevel with me, SmokesâŠyou know âbout this?â
âDonât know from nothing, gal. Eat.â
âIâll eat when you talk to me.â
âAinât nothin to share, baby. Everything is copaceticâŠâ
âDid Stacks do this?â Rosetta questioned.
Smokesâ fork clashed with the table. He gave Rosetta a pointed look of warning. Letting her know to drop it.
âWasnât Stacks. Wasnât me. Wasnât nobody to get all worked up over. Iâm good. Weâre good.â
âSmokesâŠI donât want you gettinâ yourself in trouble. Itâs enough that Phonzo wants you deadââ
âPhonzo punk ass already dead. Might as well call it what it is.â
Rosetta bit her tongue. She knew arguing wouldnât get her the answers she needed. She didnât want Smokes to return and get himself into deep shit. She knew he was more than capable of handling himself, but Rosetta needed him alive, especially if she planned to marry him and have his butterball babies.
They ate in silence, the food tasty. Smokes sensed that she wanted more, so he filled her plate up again and Rosetta thanked him with a small smile and a kiss. Smokes watched her eat while smoking his weed and when she finished he cleaned. Rosetta drank her tea with those smooth and thick olâ gams teasing Smokeâs eyes.
As he scrubbed, Rosetta spread her legs in that chair and spread her lower lips with her fingers. Sweet pink graced his eyes. Smokes watched her stroke her clit. He was high and horny again. Dick stood out like a flag pole.
âYou want daddy to eat that pussyâŠâ
âMhm,â Rosetta licked her plump lips.
Smokes dried his hands and marched over to Rosetta. He picked her up and walked her to the couch.
âWait, not hereââ
âThis Miss. Dorisâ good furniture,â Smokes laughed, not caring at all about the sofa, âGood thing itâs covered in plasticâŠâ
Her legs parted like the Red Sea. Hips aching and inner thighs burning. Smokes wasted no time slurping on her pussy with a wet tongue and thick lips. Rosetta palmed the back of his head and mushed his face in it. He had a habit of being loud while eating pussy. She could feel herself creaming on his chin when he latched onto her clit to suck.
âYes, oh, fuck, mmmmâŠ.â
Rosetta frowned her pretty face. She had a face that belonged in movies. A rare beauty. Smokes never took his eyes off of her, not even when she came in his mouth. He stuck his tongue so far up her pussy to catch it all. Her robe had spilled open, revealing that hot body to him again. Smokes reached up and rolled her nipples between his fingers while continuing to feast on her overflowing pussy.
Smokes popped his lips off her clit to stare down at his work, âyou betta cum again,â He sucked again before stopping, âCum in my mouth before I stuff you again,â He slurped her up again and Rosetta moaned out, âYou know who this pussy belong to. Not Phonzo, not no other niggaâŠâ
Rosetta had to pick her lip up to stop herself from drooling. Her eyes crossed as another orgasm rocked her body. She closed her thighs around Smokes head, unable to take the licks he was giving her.
âGot me ready to fuck again,â Smokes took it upon himself to bend Rosetta over the couch, âBend that backâŠatta girlâŠdaddyâs good girl,â Smokes spread her ass cheeks wide and grunted, âShit, RoseyâŠâ
He hunched his body and with the power of his hips he sank into that good twat. Rosetta rode his tip before he could even fit in. He popped her on the ass with his wide palm before thrusting up and deep. Already she was creaming on his dick. Smokes had her by the arms as he pounded.
Rosetta had that IT like no other. Pretty ass voice, pretty ass doll, perfect pussy, perfect face. Smokes watched her head loll back and forth from the momentous pounding he was giving her. That back arched and that ass jiggling. Her knees almost slipped from the sofa so Smokes had to fix her and put his hand in the middle of her back to keep her stationary.
âIâm a fuck a baby in you.â
Rosetta moaned and clenched his dick.
âLike that? Like when I tell you how Iâm a get you pregnant? Like that, sweet baby? Make me a Daddy?â
âYES!â
âAll wet on Big Daddyâs dick.â
âOh, Jesus!â Rosetta yelped when his hand wrapped around her neck from the front, bucking those strong hips and slapping those big nuts against her clit.
Smokes growled deep and with two staggering strokes he came inside of her again. He abruptly turned Rosettaâs head and plunged his tongue into her mouth.
Crack!
Smokes slipped out of Rosey fast and stood tall. Rosetta turned onto her backside quickly, staring up at Smokes with wide eyes.
âFuck was dat?â
Smokes moved with a brisk pace towards the window within the kitchen, he peered down past the small glass panel at his car.
âWhat is it, Elijah?â
Rosetta stood behind him with a worried look etched into her beautiful face. Smokes took deep breaths before exiting the kitchen, Rosetta on his heels. He entered her room and grabbed up his pants, uncaring that his underwear sat on the floor.
âElijah!â
âStay hereâŠâ
Smokes grabbed up his revolve and loaded it up.
Click.
He stormed out of Rosettaâs apartment and down the small staircase leading into the boutique. As he drew closer, his eyes became wild with anger. He unlocked the door and stormed out into the smelting heat with his gun raised. There, a brick lay at his feet. Smokes bent down to pick it up, his cognac eyes following a trail of broken glass until he came upon the shattered window of his Cadillac.
Some people gathered outside to see what all the fuss was about. Smokes peered at them, eyes accusatory and rageful. He knew it had to be someone from Phonzoâs crew. A cheap shot, but stillâŠSmokes was furious. Chest puffed out, he tossed the brick and entered the shop. Locking it up tightly, Smokes turned to find Rosetta staring up at him with a fearful glance.
âThey busted out your windowâŠâ
âAinât nothinâ I can get that patched upâŠâ
Smokes grabbed Rosetta by the elbow, turning her back towards the stairs.
âDaddy gotta go handle some thangsâŠI want you to stay put and out the wayââ
âIâm coming with you, Elijahââ
âNoââ
âYES! Yes the fuck I am!â
Rosetta snatched her arm from his hold and stood firm as she glared down at him on the steps.
âIâm tagging along whether ya like it or not.â
Smokes clenched his jaw. Their eyes danced between each other before Rosetta turned her back at him, climbing up.
ââ
âScotchâŠâ
Smokes accepted his glass, adjusting Rosetta in his lap. He sat across from his twin, Stacks, the gold in his mouth gleaming. They were sitting in a bar, the sound of distant chatter and glass in the background. The smoke from the cigars they were smoking billowed out like a thick fog. Rosetta wore a chocolateâbrown Blondell dress with pantyhose and embroidered TâStraps on her feet in gold. A cloche hat that had covered most of her hair and much of her face was a last minute accessory since she didnât have time to fix her hair after sweating it all out fucking.
Smokesâ 8-panel hat sat over his own messy hair and he wore his button down shirt untidy with his white beater on display. Stacks looked dapper in his double-breasted mahogany suit with shiny silver buttons and matching cufflinks. Copper silk tie, and black and brown woven Oxford shoes complete the look. His fedora sat on the table next to him.
The Big Cheese took a sip of his own scotch.
âHow was your night with that snow bunny?â
Stacks chuckled, âAs good as yours was Iâm sure, brother. Lay it on meâŠPhonzo askinâ to go war? Does he not know who he fuckinâ wit?â
âYou know dat nigga stupid, Stacks,â He checks his dominoes, âI got word that heâll want to meet up tonight. Iâm not much for talkinââŠâ
âHm,â Smokes puffed on his cigar before speaking, âYou thinkinâ the corn field?â
âDig a ditch or two,â Smokes threw out.
âIâll get Monty on it.â
Rosetta listened to the twins discuss killing and burying Phonzo and whoever else in a corn field. She shivered within Smokesâ lap.
âHow ya been, Rosey? Still singing?â
âOf course,â Rosetta smirked at Stacks, âStill gettinâ into trouble I see.â
âYou mean your man here,â Stacks pointed towards Smokes, âHeâs the trouble.â
âHow so?â
âGo on and tell her how you was in Texas.â
Rosetta quirked an arched brow. Smokes shook his head.
âTakinâ his word over mine ainât the way to go, baby.â
âUh-huh.â Rosetta wasnât fully convinced.
She grabbed Smokesâ glass and took a sip. Rosetta watched the twins play another round of dominoes and catch up before Stacks made his leave. He had to make sure things were in order before tonight. A jazz ballad played and Rosetta swayed her hips in Smokesâ lap. She could feel him poking and the thought of sliding up and down on that pole sent chills down her spine.
âCareful there, Tiger,â Rosetta lifted his chin with her finger, âI still gotta cook you dinner.â
âA meal before I bump off? My kinda ladyâŠâ
Josephine BakerâI Love My Baby started playing, her voice projecting in a way that emphasized a higher frequency, leading to a brighter, more nasal tone. Rosetta caressed Smokesâ handsome face while staring deeply into his eyes. She sang along to the words, husky breathy tone drawing him in.
Sometimes we quarrel and maybe we fight
But then we make up the following night
When we're together we're great company
I love my baby, my baby loves me
The spell she had on Smokes brought him to his knees before her. He stared at her with those bedroom eyes and a half smirk while she sang to him in his lap. That smoking hot chassis was enough to make him fuck her right there. Smoke tapped his foot and rocked his head while she serenaded him. Others in the bar watched with wonder while balancing liquor and ciggs.
When the song faded out, Rosetta gave Smokes a slow kiss. A wolf whistle echoed and Smokes removed his hat to shield them from view so he could tongue his woman down.
âIf itâs a girl, I wanna name her Ella, after my mamaâŠâ
âThatâs a beautiful name, Elijah.â Rosetta smiled against his lips.
âIf itâs a boy,â Smokes took a sip of his scotch, âEmmett.â
Rosetta swatted his bicep with her dainty hand.
âWhat was that faâ?!â Smokes protested with a dimpled grin.
âI was thinkinâ the same thing!â
âThatâs why you my womanâŠâ
Smokes kissed on Rosettaâs neck causing her to giggle. They were both pleasantly faded.
âIs that Smokes?â
âIda MaeâŠâ
The curvy dame settled in front of them, dolled up and doused in perfume. The smell of Bergamot, Orange Blossom and Lemon burning Rosettaâs nose. Her back stiffened as she surveyed the woman with her sultry eyes and chandelier earrings. Her dark red lips quirked up into a flirty smile.
âWhen did you high tail back into Nola?â
âA day ago. Whyâs you askinâ?â
Ida Mae locked eyes with Rosetta for a second.
âJust missed yaâ thatâs all. Stacks back too?â
âYaâ know it.â Smokes replied, caressing Rosettaâs waist, âThis is my woman, Rosetta. Rosey, this here is Ida MaeâŠâ
âPleasantries,â Ida Mae tilted her head in greeting.
Rosettaâs lips remained sealed.
âShe owns that whore house in Storyville.â
âIs that so?â
Rosetta cut her eyes at Smokes.
âYes, a good business if yaâ ask me. Selling pussy is on the up and up, especially these days. Got too much shit to stress about.â
Was he dipping in pussy she didnât know about? Why the fuck would Ida do some disrespectful shit and flirt with her man in front of her? Smokes had some explaining to do.
âWell, just wanted to say hello. Good seeing yaâ SmokesâŠtell Stacks I said donât be a strangerâŠâ
âWill do, Ida.â
She walked away with a tantalizing sway of her hips.
âYou wanna tell me what that was?â Rosetta cut to the quick.
âI ainât fuck nobody else if thatâs what yaâ asking.â
âYou fuck Ida? Donât lie to me SmokesâŠâ
âRosey, cut it out. Ida and Stacks used to fuck âround. Probably still do.â
âYeah, okay, Iâm no sappy bird I can tell. Prolly made a stop to that whore house before coming to me. Been writing Ida to keep that pussy readyââ
âRosey, shut up.â Smokes said through gritted teeth.
âShut up?â Rosetta kissed her teeth before pushing off of Smokesâ lap, âGo after her!â
Smokes narrowed his eyes at her.
âI ainât lying to you, Rosetta.â
Rosetta stomped away towards the exit. Smokes followed after her, catching her before she could open the door. He walked with her in his grasp outside, the afternoon heat unbearable. Already he was sweating profusely. Smokes turned her around to face him. Rosetta pointed her gaze over his shoulder, refusing to look at him.
She could be so damn stubborn sometimes.
âI love you. Only you. You need to understand that and quick,â Smokes spoke angrily so close to Rosettaâs face his breath laced with liquor and a hint of chocolate and black pepper from his cigar wafted her nose.
Rosetta pouted. Smokes gripped her chin tight to make her look him in the eye. He needed her to know he was serious.
âStop it, hear me?â
âOkayâŠâ
She looked from his eyes to his lips.
âSo damn hardâheadedâŠâ
He kissed her lips before popping her on the ass.
âIâm a drop you off at the shop, okay? I gotta get this window fixed.â
Smokes made sure Rosetta was settled in her seat before he got in. The drive was less than ten minutes. Smokes made sure she was situated, blowing her a kiss through the glass door of the shop before driving off.
Rosettaâs doe eyes followed Smokesâ retreating car.
She wanted to believe he was loyal to her and only her. Heâd always been. Maybe it was her motherâs words making her feel insecure. Her mother hated Elijah. Rosetta planned to cook up a steak dinner for Smokes. Ready to get to it, she climbed the stairs and before she opened her door, she noticed a kitchen knife sticking out of the keyhole.
Rosetta gasped, hand covering her mouth. Fear consumed her as she stood there, staring between the crack of the door and into a pitch black abyss. It was eerily silent. Rosetta took a chance and pushed open the door. The light from the stairwell flooded the room. So far, as she peeked inside, she couldnât see anyone.
Rosetta stepped over the threshold and grabbed the handle of the knife, tugging it to release. She held the knife out in front of her, hand shaking with nerves. Her glossy eyes bounced left and right. She fully stepped inside, frantically moving her hand along the wall until she felt the string of the lamp light. A pinch of relief flooded her veins when the room brightened.
That was all stripped from her just as fast when a gloved hand slipped over her mouth and the weight of a gun pressed into her hip.
ââ
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àŁȘ Ë⥠BREAKING POINT (FT. TOJI)
ê° synopsis. tojiâs job was simple: watch, report, and move on but when the lines between his mission and his desires blur, heâs forced to confront a breaking point he never saw coming. content. potentially dark themes. (stalking. mention of death.) nsfw. (cunnilingus) wc. 8kâish. (oops) an. itâs very late so iâm sorry if certain things donât make sense. there will be a part two, hopefully soon.
toji never liked simple jobs. the thrill was always in the hunt, in the unpredictability of his targets. but this time? this time felt... different. heâd tracked down his mark to a small, unassuming neighborhood, half-convinced heâd been sent on some kind of wild goose chase. this place wasnât exactly a breeding ground for threats.
and thatâs where you come in.
youâre not what he expectedâat all. no training, no hint of power, no connection to the dangerous world he roams. just... you, living your life, completely unaware that a man like him is lurking in the shadows, keeping an eye on you. itâs almost a joke. the ease of it should make him itch to move on, to wrap things up fast. but instead, he finds himself sticking around, watching from a distance as you go about your day.
and damn, youâre making it hard to leave.
thereâs something about the way you carry yourselfâunconcerned, relaxed, like you know nothing about the danger he could bring into your world. it almost makes him feel... invisible, and thatâs a feeling toji hasnât had in years. the way you look at the world, unguarded, itâs like you donât know people like him exist. youâre a mystery thatâs more enticing than he wants to admit.
then, one night, you catch him.
itâs a fluke, reallyâa careless mistake on his part. heâs standing in the shadows outside your apartment, watching as you lock up, but tonight you linger, glancing around as if sensing somethingâs off. and then your gaze lands on him.
âyou gonna stand there all night or what?â you ask, your tone half-amused, half-annoyed. itâs bold, like youâre talking to some stray cat on the sidewalk instead of a trained killer.
toji feels a flicker of irritation, mixed with something else he canât place. usually, people run when they see him, or at the very least, they freeze. but you? you look at him like heâs just another random inconvenience, and that almost pisses him off. almost.
he steps out of the shadows, crossing the distance between you in a few strides, his figure looming over you. âdidnât know you were waiting for an invitation,â he murmurs, voice low, watching as your expression shifts, just a little hint of caution now, mixed with curiosity.
âwhat, do you follow everyone home?â you challenge, crossing your arms as if youâre unbothered by the proximity. âor am i just that special?â
toji smirks, something dark flashing in his eyes. âdepends. maybe i just like the view.â
itâs a cheap line, but it gets the reaction heâs looking forâyour eyes narrow, a spark of annoyance flickering across your face. youâre not scared, though, not really. if anything, you look like youâre ready to push back, and that... thatâs something he hasnât felt in a long time.
âyouâve got a weird way of complimenting people,â you shoot back, the faintest smirk playing at your lips.
âtoji,â he says suddenly, the name rolling off his tongue like itâs an afterthought. âfigured itâs only polite to introduce myself.â
your brows lift slightly, but you recover quickly. âwell, toji, youâre still creeping around outside my building.â
âand youâre still talking to me,â he counters smoothly, tilting his head just enough to give you the impression heâs sizing you up. âguess that makes us even.â
you narrow your eyes at him, irritation sparking, but itâs laced with a strange flicker of curiosity you canât quite push down. âyouâre weird,â you mutter, your voice losing some of its edge. âyou know that, right?â
toji chuckles low, the sound rough but not entirely unkind. âiâve been called worse,â he says, stepping back, his gaze still locked on you. âdonât stay out too late. wouldnât want anything to happen to you.â
you blink at him, caught off guard by the unexpected hint of... concern? but before you can respond, heâs already turning on his heel, his hands shoved into his pockets as he strides off into the dark.
ââââ
over the next week, his presence becomes almost predictable. every evening, when you glance outside, heâs there, leaning against the streetlamp or pacing the sidewalk. itâs unsettling at first, but eventually, you find yourself getting used to it. you even start thinking about how to break the tension. maybe if you offered him something, this strange game would become a little less unnerving.
so you bake cookiesâjust a simple gesture, something to bridge the gap. but when you head downstairs, holding the small jar of freshly baked cookies in your hands, his usual spot is empty.
you glance around, half-expecting him to emerge from the shadows, but thereâs nothing. just the dim streetlight and the quiet hum of the city. for some reason, the absence stings more than you expect. had he moved on? stopped stalking you? the thought should bring relief, but instead, it leaves a pang of disappointment.
ââââ
a week later, youâre walking home from work, the late evening air cool against your skin. itâs a quiet night, uneventfulâuntil you feel the faint prickle of unease. someone is following you. the footsteps behind you are too deliberate, too measured, sending a shiver up your spine.
you quicken your pace, your keys clutched tightly in your hand, your mind racing as you glance over your shoulder. the man trailing you is nondescript, but his intent is clear in the way his gaze locks onto you, unyielding.
just as he closes the distance, a shadow moves faster than you can process. the air shifts, heavy and violent, and before you can even register whatâs happening, the manâs feet leave the ground. a dull thud echoes through the night as he crumples to the pavement, his body limp, unmoving.
you freeze, your breath catching in your throat, your eyes wide as the shadow that felled him takes shape. âtoji...â you gasp, the name tumbling from your lips as your gaze darts from him to the man sprawled on the ground. âdid youâdid you kill him?!â
toji steps forward, brushing his knuckles against his shirt, his expression calm, unbothered. âno,â he mutters, glancing down at the unconscious man.
you stare at the scene, your chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths. then your eyes lock onto him, and for the first time, you notice the state heâs inâbruises darkening his cheekbone, a shallow cut near his temple. thereâs a stiffness in the way he moves, like every step costs him something.
âtoji...â you breathe, softer this time, the concern in your voice impossible to hide. your hand twitches at your side, almost reaching for him, but you stop yourself just before you do. âare you okay?â
he tilts his head, his smirk faint, almost weary. âyouâre worried about me princess?â he asks, his tone laced with faint amusement.
but your questions spill out before you can stop them, each one tripping over the next. âwhat happened to you? where were you all this time? who is that guy? why was heââ
tojiâs hands come up, his fingers gripping your arms gently but firmly, grounding you. âbreathe,â he says, his voice low but steady, his gaze holding yours. âjust... breathe.â
you blink up at him, startled into silence, your chest still heaving as you try to process everything at once. his touch is warm, solid, a tether pulling you back from the edge of your spiraling thoughts.
âiâll tell you everything,â he murmurs, his grip loosening slightly, though his hands stay on you. âbut first, you need to calm down.â
you swallow hard, nodding, your breaths coming slower now, though the weight of the moment still presses heavy against your chest. tojiâs gaze lingers on you for a moment longer before he steps back, his expression softening ever so slightly.
tojiâs hands fall from your arms, but his gaze doesnât waver. thereâs something steady, almost unshakable, in the way he looks at you, like heâs already made up his mind about what comes next.
âi need you to trust me,â he says, his voice low but firm, the weight of his words settling between you.
you blink, your breath catching for a moment. âtrust you?â you repeat, incredulous, your eyes darting between him and the man still unconscious on the ground. âtoji, i donât even know you.â
he huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head slightly. âyou donât have to,â he mutters, his tone lighter but edged with something darker, something urgent. âjust please, trust that i know what iâm doing.â
âwhy?â you ask softly, your voice trembling.
tojiâs gaze lingers on the man sprawled on the ground, his expression grim, tension radiating from his frame. when he looks back at you, thereâs no trace of humor left in his eyes.
âbecause this man was here to kill you,â he says flatly, his voice low and heavy, the weight of the words sinking into your chest like stones.
your breath catches, your mind scrambling to keep up. âkill me?â you repeat, your voice rising slightly. âhow do you even know that? who are you?â
he exhales, dragging a hand down his face, his knuckles brushing against the fresh bruise on his jaw. ïżœïżœjustâplease,â he mutters, his voice thick with frustration, âlet me take you somewhere safe. iâll explain everything, but not here.â
you shake your head, your arms crossing tightly over your chest, as if that alone can keep him from pulling you into his orbit. âmy apartment is safe,â you insist, your voice steadier than you feel. âwe can go there. but iâm not going anywhere else.â
toji groans softly, muttering something under his breath, his jaw tightening. âno, youâre not safe here,â he argues, his tone sharper now. âpeople are coming. more of them.â
your stomach flips at his words, dread curling in your gut. âwhoâs coming?â you demand, your voice trembling despite your best efforts.
he doesnât answer right away, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. finally, he shakes his head, his voice softer now but no less urgent. âplease,â he says, his eyes locking onto yours, his voice dipping into something almost pleading. âjustââ
âno,â you cut him off, your tone final. âif you want to talk, weâre doing it in my apartment. iâm not going anywhere.â
toji lets out a sharp exhale, his shoulders slumping slightly as he stares at you, clearly debating his next move. after a moment, he relents, jerking his head toward your building. âfine,â he mutters.
inside, your apartment is warm and inviting, a cozy little sanctuary from the chaos outside. the faint scent of vanilla lingers in the air, mingling with the soft glow of a small lamp on your end table. the space is lived-in, filled with personal touchesâbooks scattered across the coffee table and a throw blanket draped over the back of the couch.
toji steps in, his sharp gaze sweeping over the room, taking in every detail. his expression softens briefly, the faintest flicker of something almost fond crossing his face. âcute place,â he mutters, the words gruff but genuine.
before you can respond, a tiny, black-and-white blur darts across the room, a soft, rumbling purr filling the air as a fluffy cat weaves around tojiâs legs. its bright green eyes gleam mischievously as it nudges against his boots, its tail flicking with casual arrogance.
toji tenses, jerking his foot back like heâs just stepped on something dangerous. âwhat theâ?â
you canât help the laugh that escapes you as you kneel to scoop the cat into your arms, its purring growing louder as it nuzzles into your neck. âoh, ninja, meet toji. toji, this is ninja,â you say, grinning up at him as you scratch behind the catâs ears.
âninja,â he repeats flatly, glaring at the tiny creature like itâs somehow offended him. âyou named it ninja.â
âheâs stealthy,â you reply with a shrug, holding the cat up to face him. ninja blinks lazily at toji, his green eyes half-lidded as if bored by the entire exchange.
toji sighs, muttering something under his breath about âuseless little nuisances,â but he doesnât move, watching as you set ninja down. the cat trots off, tail high, completely unbothered by the towering man now occupying his space.
toji exhales sharply, dragging a hand through his hair. âwe donât have much time,â he says, his tone sharpening as his gaze snaps back to you. âwe need to go.â
but you plant your feet, crossing your arms over your chest, your expression firm. ânot until you tell me whatâs going on,â you say. âfrom the beginning.â
he groans, his head tipping back briefly before he looks at you again, his jaw tight. âthis isnât the time for a story,â he mutters. âyou want answers, fine. but we need to move.â
âiâm not going anywhere until you explain,â you reply, your voice steady. âstart talking, toji.â
toji groans, pinching the bridge of his nose before leveling you with a steady, unreadable gaze. âfine. you want to know whatâs going on? here it is,â he says, his voice low and measured, like heâs choosing every word carefully. âi was assigned to gather intel on you. youâve been classified as a threat.â
âa threat?â you repeat, your brows furrowing in disbelief. âme? why?â
âbecause of your father,â he replies, his tone clipped. âhe was involved in some... shady business.â
you take a step back, your pulse quickening. âmy parents are dead,â you say, your voice trembling, the words scraping against your throat. âthey died in a car accident years ago.â
âi know that,â toji says, his voice softening just enough to make the tension in the room feel heavier. âbut how do you think they died?â
the question hits like a hammer to your chest, the room tilting slightly as his words sink in. âyouâre saying...â you trail off, your voice barely above a whisper. your thoughts race, piecing together fragments of a past youâd never questioned. âtheir car crash wasnât an accident?â your stomach churns as the realization dawns on you, sharp and cruel.
toji doesnât answer immediately, but the look in his eyes is enough to confirm it. you feel frozen, your legs unsteady beneath you, your breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps.
âbreathe,â toji says softly, stepping closer. âlook, i know itâs a lot. but we donât have time to unpack all of this right now.â his voice is firm but not unkind, his gaze steady as he watches you struggle to process everything. âi need to get you out of here before they come.â
he turns toward the window, pulling the curtain back just enough to peer outside. his shoulders tense, his jaw tightening as he spots something in the distance. âshit,â he mutters under his breath. âtheyâre already here.â
âwhoâs here?â you ask, your voice barely steady.
âpeople who wonât hesitate to finish what they started with your parents,â he replies grimly. âwe need to leave. now.â
you hesitate, your hands trembling as you clutch the back of a chair for support. âi canât leave ninja,â you say, your voice breaking slightly.
toji glances at you, his expression hard, but then he sighs. âfine. bring the damn cat,â he mutters. âbut grab your essentials. only what you need.â
you nod, swallowing hard as you rush to your bedroom. ninjaâs carrier sits by the door, and you quickly scoop him up, his soft purring a faint comfort against the chaos unraveling around you. you throw a few shirts and pants into a small bag, along with your phone charger, some cat snacks, and ninjaâs favorite toy. your hands tremble as you zip it shut, your mind spinning with questions you donât have time to ask.
toji meets you at the door, grabbing the bag from your hands with ease. âstay close to me,â he says firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. you clutch ninjaâs carrier tightly, nodding as he leads you toward the stairs instead of the elevator.
he pulls out his phone as you descend, speaking in a low voice. âgojo,â he mutters, his tone urgent. âsend backup. now.â
you canât hear the response on the other end, but the name lingers in your mind. gojo. another question for later.
toji suddenly halts, his body tense as he peers through the narrow window on the stairwell door. you follow his gaze, your heart stopping as you see men entering your floor, their movements calculated, their intentions clear.
he turns to you, his hand firm on your shoulder. âstay quiet. stay behind me,â he whispers, his voice barely audible.
you watch as the men fan out on your floor, their presence clearing the stairwell for now. toji gestures sharply, and you follow him as he moves quickly, leading you downward again. your heart pounds in your chest, every creak of the stairs feeling impossibly loud.
you reach the basement parking lot, the space eerily quiet except for a single man stationed near the exit. toji moves like a shadow, closing the distance before the man can react. one quick strike, and the guard crumples to the ground, unconscious.
âcome on,â toji urges, his voice low as he glances back at you. you hurry after him, clutching ninjaâs carrier as your legs shake beneath you.
a sleek car pulls up, its headlights cutting through the dimness of the garage. the driverâs side window rolls down, revealing a man with dark hair tied into two buns and faint dark circles under his eyes. he peers at you briefly before addressing toji. âyouâre late.â
âshut up, choso,â toji mutters, opening the back door and motioning for you to get in. you slide into the back seat, holding ninja close as the carrier shifts in your lap. toji closes the door behind you before sliding into the passenger seat. âdrive.â
choso doesnât hesitate, pulling out of the parking lot with practiced ease, the car gliding into the quiet streets. the tension in the air is thick, but no one speaks. the black cars you feared never materialize behind you, the route clear as choso expertly navigates the city streets, heading toward the outskirts.
you sit silently in the back seat, your arms wrapped protectively around ninjaâs carrier, your eyes fixed on the shifting shadows outside. your mind races, replaying tojiâs words over and over. their car crash wasnât an accident. the weight of it settles heavily in your chest, your breath shallow as you try to process what it all means.
toji glances at you through the rearview mirror, his expression unreadable. he doesnât say anything, doesnât press. he knows this is a lot to take inâtoo much, evenâbut he also knows thereâs no way to soften the truth.
the car slows as they pull into a small gas station, the bright fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows across the cracked pavement. choso cuts the engine, nodding toward a second car parked discreetly in the lot. âswitching vehicles,â he says simply, already getting out.
toji turns in his seat, his gaze landing on you. âyou need anything?â he asks, his voice low but steady.
you shake your head, your grip tightening slightly on ninjaâs carrier. âno,â you murmur, your voice quiet, barely audible.
he watches you for a moment longer before stepping out of the car. you donât move, your thoughts still tangled and heavy, the soft rumble of ninjaâs purring the only thing grounding you.
when toji returns, he opens the back door and hands you a cold bottle of water and a small pack of citrus-flavored candy. your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you take the items, your gaze darting up to meet his. âhow did youââ you start, but then it hits you. heâs been watching me. the thought stings, a strange mix of discomfort and something else you canât quite name.
toji leans against the doorframe, his smirk faint but noticeable. âfigured youâd need something,â he says simply, not offering more than that.
you exhale softly, your fingers brushing over the pack before tucking it away. âthanks,â you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.
âdonât mention it,â he replies, stepping back to let you out of the car.
the three of you transfer into the second vehicle, ninja settling in your lap once more as you strap in. the silence follows you as the new car pulls onto the highway, the city lights fading behind you, replaced by the sprawling emptiness of the outskirts. it feels surreal, like the ground beneath your life has shifted, leaving you grasping for something solid.
ââââ
the car pulls off the main road onto a narrow dirt path, winding through dense trees until a modest house comes into view. the structure is secluded, its exterior unassuming, the kind of place that could disappear into the background without much effort.
as the car rolls to a stop, the front door swings open, and a man with white hair steps out. heâs tall, his posture relaxed, and thereâs a boyish grin on his face as he approaches, completely unfazed by the tension hanging in the air.
âwelcome, welcome,â he says brightly, pulling open the back door before you can even unbuckle. his eyes immediately land on ninjaâs carrier, and his grin widens. âand whoâs this little guy?â
you blink, caught off guard as he leans down, cooing softly at the cat. âhey there, buddy,â he murmurs, lifting the carrier carefully from your lap. ninja lets out a soft meow, pressing his nose against the mesh, and the man chuckles. âoh, i like him already.â
âgive it a rest, gojo,â toji mutters as he rounds the car, his tone laced with faint irritation. âyouâre here to help, not adopt a cat.â
âwho says i canât do both?â gojo replies, turning to you with an easy smile. âsatoru gojo,â he says, holding the carrier with one hand as he offers the other to you. âpleasure to meet you.â
you hesitate for a moment before shaking his hand, your grip tentative. ïżœïżœïżœuh... thanks,â you manage, your voice soft.
toji falls into step beside you, his presence a steadying weight as gojo leads you toward the house. the air feels heavier as you step inside, your eyes immediately drawn to the two figures waiting in the living room.
the first is a tall woman with blonde hair tied into a loose ponytail, her arms crossed as she leans casually against the back of a worn-out couch. her gaze shifts to choso as he enters behind you, and a slow, easy smile spreads across her face.
âtook you long enough,â she says, her tone teasing.
âhad to pick up stragglers,â choso replies, his voice softer now as he steps forward and kisses her, his hand resting lightly on her waist. she leans into him with an ease that makes you feel like youâre intruding on something private.
you shift on your feet awkwardly, but before you can decide where to look, the woman turns her attention to you, her smile softening. âyou must be exhausted,â she says gently, her tone warm and disarming. she steps forward, her hand resting lightly on your arm. âyuki tsukumo,â she introduces herself. âdonât let the boys intimidate you. they mean well. mostly.â
her kindness catches you off guard, and you manage a small, hesitant smile. âthank you,â you murmur.
tojiâs voice cuts through the moment, his tone gruff. âdonât let her fool you,â he says, motioning toward yuki with a slight tilt of his head. âsheâs dangerous.â
âonly to people who deserve it,â yuki replies, her grin returning, her tone light but edged with a quiet confidence that makes you believe her.
beside her stands another figure, a man with long black hair pulled back into a neat bun. his features are sharp but composed, his expression calm as he steps forward, offering you a polite smile.
âsuguru geto,â toji says, motioning toward him. âdonât let the nice guy act fool you.â
âignore him,â suguru says, his tone carrying the faintest trace of humor. âhe likes to pretend heâs the only one you can trust.â his eyes soften as they meet yours. âitâs nice to meet you. i know this must all feel... overwhelming.â
you nod wordlessly, still clutching ninjaâs toy in your hand, your mind struggling to process everything. suguruâs voice is calm, measured, and thereâs something about the way he speaks that makes you feel just a little more grounded.
meanwhile, gojo sets ninjaâs carrier down, popping the door open to let the cat stretch out onto the floor. ninja lets out a soft meow before trotting over to inspect the room, his tail high and proud.
âso,â gojo says, straightening up and clapping his hands together. âwhatâs the plan? because iâm assuming you didnât bring her here just for the company.â
toji sighs, running a hand through his hair as he looks at you. âthe plan,â he says slowly, âis to keep her alive.â
ââââ
âcome on,â yuki says, her tone gentle as she motions for you to follow her. âiâll show you where youâll be staying.â
yuki leads you down a narrow hallway, the wooden floorboards creaking faintly underfoot. the house is surprisingly clean and cozy insideânothing like its rugged exterior. the walls are painted a warm beige, and small touches, like neatly arranged bookshelves give the space an unexpected charm.
yuki stops in front of a door, pushing it open to reveal a small, simple room. âhere you go,â she says, stepping aside to let you in.
the room is bland but functional. a bed sits in the center, flanked by two plain side tables. thereâs a narrow windowsill with a view of the surrounding trees, and the soft yellow glow of a table lamp casts a warm light over the otherwise bare space. itâs not much, but something about it feels oddly groundingâlike a blank slate.
you set ninjaâs carrier down and open the door. he stretches his little body out, his back arching and his paws spreading wide, before he begins mapping the space with his usual confidence, tail flicking as he investigates every corner.
âheâs cute,â yuki says with a soft smile, leaning against the doorframe. âyou okay?â
the question hangs heavy in the air. she knows the answer before you say anythingâitâs written all over your face. still, you appreciate the softness in her tone, the way she gives you space to process everything.
âit gets better,â she says quietly, her smile small but reassuring. âi promise. weâll keep you safe.â
her words settle over you like a blanketânot enough to erase the weight in your chest, but enough to remind you that youâre not alone. she straightens, stepping back into the hallway. âtake your time settling in,â she adds. âoh, and just a heads-upâthere are only two bathrooms, and neither of them lock. so if youâre using one, just stick a towel under the door. itâs an unspoken rule for when we stay here.â
âgot it,â you reply, managing a faint smile.
she nods once before disappearing down the hall, leaving you alone with ninja, whoâs now perched on the bed, lazily cleaning his paw. you glance around the room again, sighing as you take it in. itâs bare, unremarkableâbut maybe, just maybe, you could see yourself living here.
you grab a pair of sweatpants and a loose shirt from your bag and step out of the room. the hallway is quiet as you make your way to the bathroom, pushing the door open. itâs clean, the tiles worn but scrubbed spotless, and the mirror above the sink reflects the exhaustion etched into your face.
remembering yukiâs advice, you grab a towel from the rack and slide it under the door, pressing it into place with your foot.
the warm water feels like a balm against your skin, washing away the grime and tension of the day. for a brief moment, you let yourself relax, closing your eyes and letting the steam envelop you. but then the weight of everything crashes back downâthe truth about your parents, the sudden upheaval of your life, the danger still lurking somewhere outside the walls of this house.
after a while, you turn off the water, wiping your face with trembling hands before stepping out. you change quickly, pulling on the sweatpants and shirt, the soft fabric a small comfort against your damp skin. you gather your things, pulling the towel from beneath the door as you prepare to head back to your room.
âshit!â you yelp, your heart leaping into your throat as you clutch your chest. âwhat the hellââ
âsorry,â he murmurs, holding up a hand. âdidnât mean to scare you.â
you stare at him, your pulse still racing as you take in his expression. his voice is quieter than usual, the sharpness dulled, and thereâs something in his gazeâconcern, maybe, or something close to it.
toji watches you for a moment, his eyes scanning your face as if searching for something. âyou okay?â he asks, his voice low but steady.
you hesitate, your hands tightening around the clothes youâre holding. âyeah,â you murmur, though the word feels hollow. âiâm fine.â
his brow furrows slightly, but he doesnât press. instead, he gestures down the hallway. âcome on. letâs talk,â he says, stepping aside and waiting for you to follow.
you trail after him, the quiet creak of the floorboards the only sound between you as he walks you back to your room. ninja is curled up on the bed when you enter, his tail twitching lazily as he stretches out, completely undisturbed by the tension hanging in the air. toji closes the door behind him, leaning against it as you sit on the edge of the bed, clutching the fabric of your sweatpants for something to ground you.
âi owe you an explanation,â toji begins, crossing his arms over his chest. his voice is even, but thereâs a weight to it, like heâs been carrying this for a while. âabout whatâs going on. and about me.â
you nod silently, your gaze locked on him as you wait for him to continue.
âmy crew, weâre... mercenaries, more or less. we take jobsâtracking people, running interference, whatever the client needs. and our clients? not the kind of people youâd ever want to meet.â
you stay quiet, your heart beating faster as you wait for him to continue.
âthere are two big players we work forânaoya zenâin and ryomen sukuna,â he explains, his tone matter-of-fact. ânaoyaâs got power, connections, influence. he thinks that makes him untouchable. sukuna? heâs just pure strength. nobody crosses him and lives to tell about it.â
you canât help the question that slips out. âso... who do you work for?â
âboth,â toji replies with a slight shrug, as if itâs no big deal. âitâs a balancing act. naoyaâs got more reach, but sukunaâs stronger. we take jobs from both of them, depending on whatâs on the table.â
âand me?â you ask, your voice trembling slightly. âhow do i fit into this?â
tojiâs jaw tightens, and he looks away for a moment, as if weighing his words. ânaoya gave me your file,â he says finally. âhe wanted you followed. didnât say whyâjust that heâd pay well.â
your chest tightens, the reality of his admission hitting you like a blow. âthat's why you were... stalking me,â you say, trying to keep up.
âyeah,â toji replies bluntly, his tone unwavering. âbut hereâs the thingâi told sukuna about the job. figured heâd want to know what naoya was up to.â
âand what did he say?â you ask, your pulse quickening, the pieces of this twisted puzzle refusing to fall into place.
âhe told me to keep it up,â toji says, his voice quieter now. âbut not for naoyaâs sake. for yours.â
you blink, confusion clouding your thoughts. âfor me? why would he care about me?â
toji exhales, dragging a hand through his hair, his frustration evident in the way his shoulders tense. âthatâs the part i donât know,â he admits, his gaze flicking back to you. âbut sukuna doesnât do things without a reason. if he wanted me to keep you safe, thereâs a reason for it. so thatâs what i did.â
your hands grip the edge of the bed, your thoughts racing. âand naoya?â you ask, barely above a whisper. âwhat does he want with me?â
âweâre not sure about that yet,â toji admits, his voice quieter now, almost reluctant. âweâre trying to figure it out. but whatever it is...â he pauses, stepping closer. âyouâre safe,â he whispers, the words carrying a weight you didnât realize you needed to hear.
his eyes soften as he crouches in front of you, his movements careful. when he notices the tears slipping down your cheeks, he reaches out, his thumb brushing gently against your skin to wipe a stray tear. âi wonât let anything happen to you,â he vows softly.
ninja pads over, his little paws silent against the bed as he hops up, settling into your lap. his warm weight presses against you, his soft purring vibrating through your legs, as if he can sense your spiraling emotions and wants to anchor you in his own quiet way. you stroke his fur absently, your fingers trembling slightly as you try to process everything.
toji watches you for a moment, his expression unreadable. then he tips your chin up with a finger, his touch firm but gentle, forcing you to meet his gaze. âi mean it,â he says, his voice low, insistent. âi wonât let anything happen to you.â
his words settle over you, and for the first time in what feels like hours, your breathing evens out. the faintest flicker of something close to relief creeps in, though the fear and uncertainty linger.
before you can respond, toji leans in, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. the gesture is brief, almost hesitant, but it sends a warmth through your chest that you canât explain.
âget some rest,â he murmurs, pulling back slightly. âweâll talk more tomorrow.â
you nod silently, your grip on ninja tightening as the door clicks softly behind him. the weight of the day still presses on you, lingering like an invisible force bearing down on your chest. you slump back on the bed with a heavy sigh, your head sinking into the pillow as the tension slowly drains from your body.
ninja curls up beside you, his small body warm and steady against your side, his soft purring filling the quiet room. you stroke his fur absentmindedly, your thoughts a tangled mess of confusion, fear, and exhaustion.
the room feels both too small and too vast, the events of the day replaying in your mind like a loop you canât shut off. the truth about your parents, the danger lurking just outside this house, and tojiâs quiet promiseâit all feels too big, too overwhelming to process.
but then you think of his words, the way his voice softened, the steady conviction in his gaze as he said, i wonât let anything happen to you. and for a momentâjust a momentâyou allow yourself to believe him.
ninja shifts slightly, nudging his head against your hand, and you sigh, closing your eyes.Â
ââââ
itâs been two weeks since your world turned upside down. two weeks of secrets, half-truths, and trying to convince yourself youâre safe in a house full of strangers who know more about your life than you do.
youâd emailed your boss a vague explanationâan âunforeseen emergencyâ that would keep you away for an indefinite period. theyâd been understanding enough, though your phone buzzed with missed calls from coworkers curious about what happened. but it wasnât until your best friendâs name lit up your screen that you faltered.
youâre curled up in the corner of the couch, staring at your phone as it buzzes with your best friendâs name flashing across the screen. you hesitate, your thumb hovering over the answer button. toji is seated nearby, leaning against the kitchen counter, arms crossed as he watches you with that unreadable expression.
âyou need to keep where you are to yourself,â he says, his voice calm but firm. âdonât tell anyone anything.â
you exhale softly, nodding as you press the green button and lift the phone to your ear. âhey.â
âoh my god, finally!â your friendâs voice bursts through the line, light and frantic all at once. âdo you know how worried iâve been? you just dropped off the face of the earth!â
you glance at toji, his gaze unwavering, a silent reminder. âiâm fine,â you say, forcing your voice to stay steady. âiâve just been... out of town. for work.â
âwork? since when do you travel for work? where are you?â she asks, her tone sharp with concern.
âitâs nothing exciting,â you reply quickly, your words tumbling over each other as you try to sound nonchalant. âjust some last-minute project they needed me on. iâll be busy for a whileâprobably wonât have much time to talk.â
thereâs a pause, the silence on the other end stretching long enough to make your stomach twist. âare you sure youâre okay?â she finally asks, her voice softer now. âyou sound... off.â
you glance at toji again, his eyes narrowing slightly as he tilts his head. âiâm okay,â you lie, your fingers curling into the hem of your shirt. âjust stressed, you know? new place, new schedule. itâs a lot to adjust to.â
she sighs, the sound laced with doubt. âokay, fine. but promise me youâll call if you need anything. i donât care how busy you are.â
âi promise,â you say, the guilt clawing at your chest. âiâll call when i can.â
when the call ends, you set your phone down on the table, staring at it as if it might ring again. toji doesnât say anything at first, his expression unreadable as he pushes off the counter and approaches you.
âthat wasnât easy, was it?â he murmurs, his tone softer now, almost like heâs trying to offer reassurance.
you shake your head, swallowing the lump in your throat. âno,â you admit quietly. âit wasnât.â
toji sighs, running a hand through his hair before sitting down across from you. âi know it feels wrong. but you did the right thing,â he says, his voice steady, firm. âkeeping her out of this? itâs for her safety too.â
you nod, though the words do little to ease the ache in your chest. you pick up your phone again, staring at the lock screen like it holds the answers to questions you canât even form.
âyouâre not alone, you know,â toji adds, his voice breaking the silence. âeven if it feels that way.â
you glance at him, his gaze meeting yours for just a moment before he stands, walking back to the kitchen. his words linger long after heâs gone, a small comfort against the growing weight of isolation.
ââââ
you stood in front of the mirror in your room, adjusting the borrowed crop top yuki had tossed your way earlier in the week. it fit snugly, the hem brushing just above your waistline. the sweatpants hung loosely on your hips, comfortable but far from modest. you felt... exposed.
maybe it was the heat building in your chestâthe restless energy that had been simmering all dayâor maybe it was the way youâd caught yourself stealing glances at toji earlier during dinner, your thoughts wandering to the sharp cut of his jaw, the way his muscles flexed when he moved.
you shook the thoughts away, grabbing a water bottle and heading downstairs to the makeshift gym in the basement.
toji was already there, his back to you as he adjusted the straps on a punching bag. his black tank clung to his broad shoulders, the curve of his biceps catching your attention before you tore your gaze away.
he turned, his expression neutral before a faint smirk curved his lips. âyouâre early,â he said, his voice low.
âletâs just get this over with,â you muttered, stepping onto the mat and stretching your arms, pretending not to notice the way his eyes lingered.
the session started like any otherâjabs, kicks, counter-movementsâbut tonight, there was an edge to your strikes, a force that wasnât usually there. toji caught on quickly, his movements fluid as he blocked each attempt, his brow furrowing slightly.
âyouâre tense,â he said, stepping back and holding up a hand to pause.
âiâm fine,â you huffed, brushing a strand of hair from your face and resetting your stance.
âno, youâre not,â he countered, his voice steady but probing. âwhatâs going on?â
you didnât answer, instead lunging forward with a punch he caught easily, his grip firm around your wrist. he twisted, flipping you onto your back with a controlled motion that left you breathless.
you gasped as your back hit the mat, your pulse quickening as he pinned you down. one hand pressed your wrist to the floor above your head, while the other braced against your hip, holding you in place.
âtalk to me,â he said, his voice softer now, almost coaxing. âwhatâs wrong?â
you opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat. all you could focus on was the heat radiating from his body, the way his hips pressed against yours, the weight of him holding you down.
ânothing,â you whispered, your voice trembling.
tojiâs gaze searched yours, his green eyes darkening as they flicked down to your parted lips, then back up. âyou sure about that?â he murmured, his grip on your wrist loosening slightly, but not enough to let you go.
your breath hitched, your heart pounding in your chest as the tension between you crackled like a live wire. you felt his thumb brush against your hip, the movement so slight you almost thought you imagined it.
âtoji...â you breathed, your voice barely audible, your body instinctively arching just slightly beneath him.
he didnât move, didnât break eye contact, his jaw tightening as he seemed to wrestle with himself. âyouâre not focused,â he said finally, though his tone lacked its usual bite. âwhatâs got you so distracted?â
âyou,â the word slipped out before you could stop it, the confession hanging in the charged air between you.
toji stilled, his expression unreadable as the tension in the room reached its breaking point.
his grip on your wrist tightened, but his other hand moved, brushing against your waist, fingers pressing into the soft fabric of your sweatpants. his thumb tracing an absentminded circle that sent sparks shooting up your spine.
âme?â he murmured, his voice low, like he wasnât entirely sure heâd heard you right.
you nodded, the motion barely perceptible, your lips parting as you tried to catch your breath.
he huffed out a low laugh, the corner of his mouth twitching as if supressing a mirk. âyouâve been all worked up over me, huh?â
you squirmed under his gaze, the heat rising to your cheeks making it impossible to deny. âjustâdonât make this a big deal,â you muttered, turning your head away.
but toji wasnât about to let you off that easy. his hand slid down, resting lightly on your hip, his touch warm and deliberate. âyou sure about this?â he murmured, his voice quieter now, the teasing edge replaced with something softer, more serious. âiâm not doing anything unless you want it.â
your breath hitched, your body betraying you as your hips shifted under his touch. âi want it,â you whispered, your voice shaky but firm.
his smirk returned, slow and deliberate. âgood.â
tojiâs hand moved lower, brushing over the waistband of your sweatpants. âthese,â he muttered, his tone dipping into something almost amused as his fingers hooked under the elastic, âare covering way too much of you.â
your breath hitched, the rasp in his voice sending a shiver through you. âtheyâre just sweatpants,â you murmured, trying to keep your voice steady, but the way his fingers toyed with the fabric had you faltering.
âjust sweatpants,â toji muttered again, shaking his head as his fingers hooked under the waistband. âcovering so much of youâŠâ his smirk widened, dark and teasing. ânah, princess. these things have been pissing me off all night. hiding all this from me.â
he tugged them down slowly, deliberately, letting the fabric drag against your skin in a way that made your breath hitch. his dark eyes followed every inch he revealed, his gaze growing hungrier as the sweatpants pooled at your ankles. âknew itâd be worth the wait,â he muttered, his voice low, rough.
you squirmed under the intensity of his stare, the cool air raising goosebumps on your skin. tojiâs hands returned to your hips, warm and firm, his thumbs brushing over the soft skin of your inner thighs.
âyouâre so damn shy all of a sudden,â he teased, his voice dipping into that low rasp that made heat pool in your stomach. âyouâve been fighting me all night, and now youâve got nothing to say?â
âtoji,â you breathed, your voice barely steady, your hands gripping the mat beneath you as his hands trailed higher.
âwhat?â he murmured, his tone dripping with mock innocence. âjust trying to help, princess. you said you needed this, didnât you?â
before you could answer, he leaned in, his lips brushing against your jaw, his breath hot against your skin. âthen let me make you feel good,â he whispered, his voice low, deliberate, his words sending a shiver down your spine.
his fingers slid lower, hooking beneath the edge of your panties. he paused, just for a moment, his gaze meeting yours, giving you the chance to stop him. when you didnât, he smirked, tugging them down with the same maddening slowness, exposing you completely. his eyes darkened as he tossed the fabric aside, and the air between you seemed to grow heavier.
âfuck,â he muttered, his hands gliding over your thighs, parting them as he settled between them. âlook at you.â his voice was low, rough, filled with something that made your pulse race.
he didnât hesitate, his fingers brushing over your folds, gathering the slick there as he let out a low, appreciative groan. âso wet already,â he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. âyouâve been holding out on me, havenât you?â
your cheeks burned, and you turned your head, trying to hide the heat rising to your face. but toji wasnât having it. his free hand caught your chin, tilting your face back toward him, his grip firm but gentle.
ânah, princess,â he said, his voice quiet but commanding. âi want to see that pretty face when you come.â
his fingers moved again, teasing over your clit in slow, deliberate circles. the light, teasing touch sent sparks shooting through you, your hips shifting involuntarily beneath him. âtoji,â you whimpered, your voice trembling as you tried to stay grounded.
âyeah?â he muttered, his lips curling into a smirk as he watched you squirm under his touch. âwhat do you need, princess? tell me.â
âdonât stop,â you breathed, your voice catching as his movements grew firmer, more insistent.
âwasnât planning on it,â he murmured, lowering his head. his tongue flicked out, tracing a slow, deliberate circle over your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure straight through you. your back arched off the mat, a soft cry spilling from your lips as he settled into a rhythm, his tongue and fingers working in perfect tandem.
he groaned softly against you, the sound vibrating through your core as he slid a finger inside, the stretch making your breath hitch. âfuck,â he muttered, his voice muffled against your skin. âso tight, princess. youâve been needing this for a while, havenât you?â
you couldnât respond, your voice caught in your throat as he added another finger, curling them just right, hitting that spot that made your vision blur. his pace was unrelenting, his fingers moving in steady, deliberate thrusts while his tongue worked your clit with maddening precision.
âtojiââ you gasped, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as your thighs trembled against his shoulders.
he hummed against you, his tongue pressing flat against your clit before flicking up again. âthatâs it,â he murmured, his voice dark and rough. âlet go for me. i want to feel it.â
his words sent you spiraling, your body arching as the tension in your core snapped, waves of pleasure crashing over you. you cried out, your voice breaking as your fingers tightened in his hair, holding him against you as you rode out the high.
toji didnât let up, his tongue and fingers moving slowly now, coaxing every last aftershock from your trembling body. when he finally pulled back, his lips were swollen, his chin glistening as he looked up at you, his expression smug and satisfied.
âsweet as hell,â he muttered, his voice rough as he brought his fingers to his lips, licking them clean with deliberate slowness. his dark eyes stayed locked on yours, the heat in them making your cheeks burn.
toji finally eased back, his lips glistening and swollen, his smirk impossibly smug as he looked down at you. your chest was still rising and falling with the aftermath of your release, your limbs heavy, your thoughts a jumbled mess.
âfeel better now?â he asked, his voice low, teasing.
you nodded weakly, your voice too shaky to respond. his smirk widened, and he pressed a lingering kiss to your temple before pulling back, his hand resting lightly on your thigh.
he reached to the side, grabbing a few tissues from the small box nearby. âhold still,â he murmured, his voice softer now as he gently wiped you clean, his touch uncharacteristically tender. the contrast to his earlier intensity made your cheeks flush all over again.
he reached for your sweatpants. his hands slid them back up your legs with care. his thumbs smoothed over your hips as he adjusted the waistband, his gaze flickering up to meet yours.
âthere,â he said, his voice low and almost fond. âback to being all covered up.â
but then his hand slipped to the side, grabbing your discarded underwear from the mat. he balled the fabric up in his hand, slipping it into his pocket without hesitation.
âtoji,â you said, sitting up slightly, your voice a mix of disbelief and exasperation. âmy underwear?â
he grinned, leaning down to press a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth before standing. âiâll give it back⊠maybe,â he said, his smirk widening as he glanced back over his shoulder.
âyouâre insufferable,â you muttered, glaring at him, but the heat in your cheeks betrayed the way your heart raced at his audacity.
âyou like it,â he called over his shoulder, already halfway out the door. ânext training session, sweet girl. donât be late.â
an. peep the nickname change after he got a taste of that thing.. mhm. what a good man.
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Carlos Reyes: Biiiig stretch and a lil hip thrust for *reasons of the seductional matters*
this got out of hand! stretch-gate in another universe <3
âI know what youâre doing,â TK says, chewing on the end of a pen, his eyes trained on his laptop like Carlos hasnât just entered the room.Â
Carlos has questions, primarily centred around why TK is, for a lack of a better word, holding a pen while working on a device which does not require a writing utensil. More importantly, heâs wondering why TK is out here at all, sitting on the couch and not in bed.
After all, TK should be in bed. The stars have aligned and given them a rare opportunity to sleep in; to cuddle and maybe have lazy morning sex, which will probably involve Carlos slowly opening TK up or fucking his thighs if they get impatient. TK will arch back into Carlos chest, the pale skin on his neck exposed as Carlos presses messy kisses along it, biting gently on familiar pressure points. Their legs will be tangled together, the comforter shoved aside when it gets annoying and when their rough morning voices and commingled moans get increasingly erratic, Carlos will let go and TK will come all over his fist with a beautiful cry.Â
But instead, TK is on his laptop. Doing something that is not having sex with Carlos.
âWhat am I doing?â Carlos asks, wincing in the direction of the open blinds and flopping onto the couch. Everything feels too bright. He wishes it were possible to turn the sun down a notch. âStretching?â
TK scoffs, closing the lid of the laptop with a soft click and twisting the pen between his fingers. âThat is not just stretching. You practically threw your back out.â
âIâ What?â
TK gives him a long look. âYou were stretching like a whore, Carlos.â
Carlos narrowly avoids choking on his own tongue. âTK, I literally arched my back.â
âAnd thrust your hips,â TK says, which is questionable, because Carlos is fairly confident that TK was looking at his laptop at the relevant moment. Plus, that wasnât a hip thrust. If TK wants a hip thrust, he can have one.
He raises a brow. âYour lumbar spine is connected to your pelvis, TK. If you want a good stretch you have toââ
âOh,â TK huffs. âAnd now youâre using the word pelvis. You know, if you wanna have sex so bad you can just say it.â
âOkay,â Carlos replies. âI want to have sex?â
âWell now it sounds like a question.â
âBecause I donât know if you want to have sex.â
TK practically throws the pen away from his person. Apparently, this statement is cause for unfathomable frustration. âSince when have I ever not wanted to have sex with you? Iâd rather be doing that than watching you fake stretch.â
âTK,â Carlos says, trying desperately to hold back laughter. The entire situation is so ridiculous that if he wasnât so hyper aware of the sun on his face, heâd wonder if he was in some chaotic dream. âI just woke up. Iâm stiff.â
âWell, you know what else could be stiff?â
âYouâre really going to go there?â
TKâs lips twitch in the corners as he hauls himself off the couch, laptop and pen long forgotten. Carlos will have to pick the pen up later, but heâs trying not to think about it. âIâm really going to go there,â he insists, holding out his hand for Carlos in silent invitation.
Carlos takes it, following his husband towards the bedroom and wondering how on earth one simple stretch turned his entire morning around. Suddenly, it feels right back on track.Â
Next, heâs going to take up morning yoga.
#911 lone star#tarlos#carlos reyes#tk strand#here's my wip wednesday i guess lmao#wip wednesday#911 lone star fic#tarlos fic
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doing the same as prev bc. I eat rocks or whatever idk
also hey guys weâre back
also also answering in plaintext even tho not shock bc lazy
Iâm this really fucked up mix of traumatic and lonelygenic. Like imagine being traumatized and then being left alone for so long that you split like 150 personalities (and probably more fragments) could never be us. Oh wait
a lot
System used to be all introjects except like one guy (who was the âoriginalâ lol) now theres like 4 non-introjects
Shock can do what he wants with the place and nobody else can do jack shit
two of em. The first is like 5 versions of Evbo and one other guy and the second is. Have you ever played slay the princess
yea, all of them are dormant tho so itâs hard to remember how many
Me and a whole bunch of other people discovered at around the same time bc Maryland informed us itâs actually not normal to hear voices
I think roles are handy. We would use them if any of us actually fit into specific roles
imma be real Iâve only ever used the shittier wiki on fandom so idk
Simplyplural. Bad abt keeping track tho
kind of. Weâre fairly certain that shock kinda fell apart at some point and then formed back together slightly different, but heâs always been the host.
Mechanical Marionette System. (You never wouldâve guessed lol) not saying why we picked it tho cause it kinda sucks to talk about
Robots, cats, monsters, all sorts of guys. And even most of the humanoid ones arenât fully human, I think
Shock says thereâs a cat or two who hang out around his personal part of headspace, but I havenât been there yet, so I canât confirm or deny the truth of that
Hhh. I donât actually know shit abt myself yet (I formed two days ago shut your fuck up) but shock, who is in co-con, marches instead of walking normally for some fucking reason (itâs because of mcr brainrot) (what the fuck is mcr)
No.
Well yk how shock used to run like 8 million gimmick blogs? He thought Yahooo and Evil Yahoo Mail were headmates for a while (they were, in fact, not. Shock just gets way too into roleplaying.)
I mean I wouldnât say we have like. Any talents that not everyone can do at least a little, but we do all have slightly different handwriting (shock writes in cursive cause heâs working on his cursive so he has much fancier writing than everyone else rn)
idk, not anything specific
see the above
I mean I donât really know I formed like 2 days ago and I know a total of like 5 people
I donât think so (I also donât know)
this is actually killing me dude I donât know these yet I formed 2 day ago
Not really. Shock says heâs been happy with the way we are, and probably will continue to be unless something crazy irrevocably changes things
funny thing- we all participate in each otherâs fandoms, but few of us participate in our own.
i mean. Iâm pretty sure all of us are atheist except for like. Shock, Tommy, and maybe Q. (And that other guy whoâs like halfway between being a fragment and fully formed rn) we just kinda cope ig cause shock got the body to be an essential part of the local faith community and we canât really leave without fucking a few people over now
Iâm guessing weâll let shock handle those things. Or maybe hold a vote if thereâs any real discourse over it
not really. I mean I think shock wants to decorate headspace for Christmas but the system only formed like a year and a half ago, so we really just havenât had time to start any
no (bodyâs dad took Spotify off our phone like 2 days before I formed ): )
not any thatâs good enough to share. YET
i mean. Most of us get along well or just donât talk, but on the rare occasions that real fights happen, Shock uses his superior command of headspace to break it up.
not really, other than the fact that Iâm a lot more mentally distinct than some of the others. I mean some other guys have things like that tho (shock marches and writes in cursive a lot, Tommy and the long quiet subsystem are British)
we donât, but if we did I donât think they would use it if for no other reason then that itâs a bit difficult to read.
cat (: also wrote the first half of this post
a mix of both. Nobody has a unique interest, but not everyone has all the interests, I guess?
Slay the princess, if the subsystem counts each member separately, or undertale /deltarune if not
caitie
no
Bonezz. Xe was the first non-introject (other than shock)
well kinda
aroace
idk, probably one of the masc-aligning ones
aroace. All of us
simplyplural
yeah, to a degree
depends on circumstance
we experience a shotload of non-system-related amnesia but no system-related amnesia. Which is funny cause itâs the opposite for most people, I think
idk shock does all sorts of batshit crazy things all the time
hbbh. Vanilla probably
shock is dead scared of bugs, even the harmless ones
hmmmmm⊠orange (âbut petey!â You might say. âOrange isnât an aesthetic-â fuck you, it is now)
not that we can tell
nope
we donât have any syskids, but if we did Iâm guessing we would all share that responsibility.
nah
i mean. We really donât tend to switch when weâre in the middle of something, not sure why (although weâve switched like 8 times while filling this out but shut up) so I donât really know.
yeah, usually. Especially without amnesia barriers, itâs kind of hard to tell when weâve switched.
often. It usually just means thereâs like a million people co-fronting for us, though, so we just. Idk deal with it
no. Well. Not really
donât have rn, may add later
Long system ask game!
Because it's been ages since we made one and we felt like it.
What type of system are you?
How many people are there in your system?
Do you have more introjects or non-introjects?
How much control do you have over your headspace (if you have one)?
Do you have any subsystems?
Do you have any in-system couples?
How did you discover your systemhood? Or did you become one on purpose?
How do you feel about system roles, and do you use them?
What are your thoughts on Pluralpedia?
Do you use anything to keep track of switching?
Have you ever had a change in hosts?
Do you have a system name? How did you pick it?
Do you have any nonhuman members? Feel free to list their species!
Do you have any headspace pets?
Current fronter/fronters, share some random info about you!
Do you have a partner system? How did you meet?
Have you ever mistaken a character of yours for a headmate? What about the other way around?
Does anyone have any skills that the others don't?
What's something y'all tend to agree on?
What about something you tend to disagree on?
Do symptoms of neurodivergencies/mental illness tend to manifest the same way or differently among headmates?
Do you have any syskids?
Share an in-system joke!
Has how you view your plurality changed?
If you have fictives, do they participate in their source fandom? If yes, are they open about who they are in fandom spaces?
How do you handle headmates having different spiritual beliefs?
How do you decide on major life decisions (where to live, what to study, what work to have, etc)?
Do you have any system traditons?
Current fronter, do you have your own playlist? Feel free to share it!
Do you have any art of anyone in the system? Feel free to show it off!
How do you handle it when people in the system don't get along?
Current fronter, is there anything that makes it obvious you're the one fronting? (Voice, accent, body language, typing style, etc)
If you have syskids, how do they feel about stereotypical "babby tawk"?
Share something about your newest member!
Do you tend to have collective or separate interests and hobbies?
If you have introjects, what source do you have the most from?
Are you out as plural to anyone irl?
Do you know any systems irl?
Which headmate was the biggest surprise?
Do you have a singletsona?
Do you have any collective labels?
What's the most common gender in your system?
What's the most common sexuality in your system?
What's your favorite app/website/etc for plural stuff?
Do you tend to have the same taste in food or not?
Is it hard or easy for you to switch?
Do you experience system-related amnesia?
Share something weird a headmate has done!
Current fronter, what's your favorite ice cream flavor?
Share a silly fear someone in the system has!
Current fronter, describe your aesthetic!
If you have outworld pets, do they tend to act differently around different headmates?
Has anyone ever figured out you were a system without you telling them?
When it comes to syskids, is there anyone in particular that takes care of them?
Does anyone in the system identify as otherkin, therian, or fictionkin?
Have you ever switched in an awkward moment? What happened?
Do you ever switch without realizing it?
Are you ever blurry? How do you handle it?
Has anyone ever treated an introject badly because of who their source is?
Current fronter, share a pic of your "face claim!"
#Oh boy#Thatâs gonna be a lot of tags#---shock#---tommy#---petey#<-the guy who formed 2 day ago. By the way.#that was admittedly not as many tags as I thought
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[ID: Four images of my hall closet in various states of renovation; the first shows the closet with ugly old shelving still in it, and the second shows it covered in dirty streaks now that the shelves have been removed. The third image shows it sanded and partially painted in a light green (it's called "relish" by the paint company), with a dropcloth on the floor, and the last shows it fully painted, awaiting shelving.]
Closet is painted! I got paint all over myself as is my wont, but painting barefoot means that I know when I step in paint and don't track it everywhere, and I expect to get it in my hair and on my hands. A quart was the perfect amount to do the walls and one edge with nothing left over. Next year maybe I'll try doing the bathroom, it's one of the only rooms I haven't given a good lick of paint at this point.
I bought a freestanding shelving system from Ikea but so far only the uprights have arrived and not the shelves. Just as well, I'm done working for today in terms of cleaning. Though tomorrow I have a relatively full day and Sunday morning we're taking the stuff over to storage, so it may be Sunday afternoon before I get to actually install anything.
Mmm, that new paint smell. It's probably for the best I'm not sensitive to the off-gassing, though I am running both the central fan and a smaller fan nearby.
Anyway Monday should be interesting because the shelves will be up and the storage stuff away, but I need to spend the week making the place less of a fire/tripping hazard before I host a get-together on Black Friday.
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What is in the air in Vegas??
The amount of unhinged moments we have of Charles and Carlos already feels illegal. But I am enjoying it so so much. Their photo shoot where Carlos tells Charles to "rotate" and Charles does so (!!!!) while he also calls him spicy. Okay Carlos. We know you d**k him down daily. No need to show it off.
The one in the puma store where Carlos and Charles and laughing at silly jokes, designing goofy shoes and Carlos casually saying to Charles that he is gonna show him a "manhole". Totally normal about that.
This seems normal for them at this point.
Also, we still not have got the track review for this race.
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Imagine Mob Boss Nico coming home to find some of the Devs watching the Barbie movie with Reader and theyâre doing mud masks or something. And heâs just like đ and sits down to also have Reader put a mud mask on him. Like heâs just so gone for her that heâs will to do whatever she wants
Even though Nico had to work late, heâd sent the boys home hours ago. There was no point in making everyone stay late, not when this was something he could handle himself. Besides, why ruin everyoneâs day?
So Nico took one for the team, and now hours later, he unlocks the front door and drags his heavy bones through the threshold.
He can hear you just across the way, shushing Moose who made a noise of alarm at the sound of the door. But thatâs not the only voice coming from the living room, no. He can hear the boys, Jack and Luke at the very least because theyâre so loud.
And Alex too, if the accent is anything to go by. Even without hearing it though, he couldâve guessed the kid was here. Usually wherever you go, he follows.
Nico kicks off his shoes and flannel, messily leaving them by the door before padding down the entryway.
The sight makes him stop in his tracks.
You and all the boys are sat in a half circle in the middle of the living room, eyes locked on the tv despite the fact that youâre all chatting with each other. And itâs theâŠThe Barbie Movie which might have surprised him if he werenât so shocked by the matching face masks youâve all got on.
Bright green, smeared over everyoneâs noses and across their cheeks, cracking around the mouth and eyes from laughing and chatting.
Ok if heâd have known this is where everyone was going when he sent them home early, he wouldâve made them stay. He should have come home early, snuggled into you on the couch while you did your face mask and just relaxed with him.
Which, he can do now too, he guesses.
Wordlessly, he moves into the living room. Mercer is the one to look away from the tv, briefly glancing at Nico as he rushes out a quick greeting. âHey boss.â
Nico crouches down behind you, touching the small of your back and you tilt your head back to look at him.
âHi baby,â he leans down to kiss your hairline, dodging the dried product. You smile, slices of skin peeking through the cracks of your face mask.
âHi handsome,â you greet, flinching when every boy around you makes a shushing noise. Nico scoffs, taking your hand and together you climb up from the floor.
The two of sit on the couch. âThe spa in town?â
âWe were relaxing,â you murmur, keeping your voice down. Raising an eyebrow, you look at him questioningly. âWant to relax with us boss? Unwind after a long day?â
Nico laughs. âMy idea of unwinding after a long day doesnât really involve face masks and the boys.â
You turn towards him, knee pressing into his thigh. Nico takes ahold of the hand closest to him, feeling how soft and warm they are.
âRelax with me and the boys now,â you offer, eyes glinting with mischief. âAnd then you and I can unwind later.â
âYeah?â
âWe can unwind multiple times.â
Nico groans quietly, shaking his head with an amused noise. âMmm youâve got yourself a deal.â
You smirk victoriously, squeezing his hand just once and leaning into kiss his cheek. âCome on, you have to wash your face first.â
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Potential script idea for billy batson s radio show segment
The whizz radio intro tones-
Billy Batson then starts speaking through a slightly crackly radio as Fawcett is a city someone lost to time, given its connection to the Rock of Eternity.
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Welcome to WHIZZ Radio: where we give the latest news, truths, and view in Fawcett City. Brought to you by your host, me, billy Batson.
Starting off with community news, make sure to visit the shrine of Atlas sometime this week with an offering. Cap mentioned that there might be a need for endurance next week, and we should all probably listen. Additional reminder, the festival of Zeus will be happening this Saturday. Stay away from odd looking geese, metal poles and don't fulfill any selfcrearting proficies in a fit of hubris.
Onto traffic!
Main Street and Fifth Avenue are both still under construction from Dr. Sivannas attack and the demon portal last Thursday and Friday. Ms. Marvel and Cap. both played a role in clearing the debris, but there are still major cracks and fissures to Hades. Expect delays.
Now the weather.
Today's forecast includes thick over cast clouds; a good time for summoning souls. Be sure to greet both the living in the dead while going about your day and don't for get that umbrella! There is a slight chance of curses with intermittent showers.
Alright! Time to quickly cover the Capes and Crooks news bulletin. Dr. Sivanna is still missing after his recent bout with Cap. Since he interrupted one of Mercury's races down at the track, no one is quite sure when the Roman god took him. If you happen to see him, please be sure to give Cap a ring to come pick him up.
Keep your eyes peeled for Mr. Mind. The worm escaped prison⊠again. Holy moly. You'd think they'd make better prisons for him. What is this, the fourth time in two weeks?
*Noise indistinct*
I know, I just figured that out listeners would likely have the same comment. I don't see why I shouldn't point it out of its true
*Indistinct noise again*
Alright! Fine. Moving on from that.
Today's radio broadcast is brought to you by Saturn's candy. Nothing so sweet as a stick of magic you can eat! Try their Caramel cookie candy bars, now with cooked in bloodline curse protect. If your looking for a spot of luck, try their cinnamon apply candy sticks. Saturn's candy. A proud sponsor of WHIZZ Radio!
*Little jingle*
Welcome back to the program. Time for our sister citys segment.
This reporter has just been told by his producers to issue an apology to Black Adam for statements said during this segment of yesterday's broadcast.
*An aside*
Do I have too?
*Indistinct noise*
Fine.
I am. Sorry. For calling you a craized up old fart with too much free time.
There.
Moving on!
Kahndaq currently is continuing negotiations with both the Justice League and the UN to gain a seat at the UN table. Or be allowed in the UN room. While Fawcett recognizes Kahndaq as sovereign, the rest of the world stills sees the country as illegitimate.
Aside from tense meetings, and Black Adam being a kook who keeps coming to mess with Cap due to having a grudge unbecoming of a literal king and ancient man child, Kahndaq is doing fine. The economy is flourishing, despite limited imports and exports due to sanctions. The letters sent by Fawcetts finest and kindest citizens were well received and we should hear back soon if Mercury has anything to do with it.
It's time once again for Billy's opinion of the day.
This week!
Cans and their many used.
Not only do cans offer one of the best ways to have long term storable food, but they also make awesome weapons! We got to see this on Friday when Marvel Jr. and Captain Marvel went toe to toe with demons using a barrage of cans. And the food was still good to eat after the fight!! I love it when things are multi purposed. Now if only they could close the rifts down to HadesâŠ
*Chimes*
Oh! Mercury just dropped a fresh bit of mail! Thank you Mercury! Watch out for old men wandering around. It seems like the Greek and Roman gods are looking to bless and curse some folks today.
Do good, and good will follow.
And keep an eye on the sky for lightning!
This has been Billy Batson, signing off!
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hearts intertwined (hamilton x sister! driver!rosberg) p18
chapter 18: voices got loud
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The adrenaline from the race had finally started to ebb, leaving behind a strange emptiness. Y/N sat alone by the Red Bull garage, the trophy for the race winner gleaming in the fading sunlight. A quiet sense of victory mingled with a lingering unease. She had won, but at what cost?
Nico, his face etched with concern, approached her. He settled down beside her, his presence a comforting presence. "Schatz," he began, his voice gentle, "you did well out there. That was a fantastic drive."
Y/N nodded, her gaze fixed on the trophy. "Thanks, Nico."
A long silence followed. Then, Nico broke the silence, his voice laced with a hint of disappointment. "But that move on Lewis⊠it was unnecessary. You were fast, faster than him, but you didn't have to push him off the track."
Y/N stiffened. "Nico, I was racing. It was a hard move, but it was fair."
Nico shook his head. "Fair? You pushed him out. You could have caused a serious accident."
Y/N's eyes flashed with anger. "So? He's done the same thing to me countless times. He's pushed me off the track, he's ruined my races. Now, it's my turn."
Nico sighed, a look of frustration crossing his face. "That's not the point, Y/N. You're better than that. You don't need to stoop to his level."
Y/N scoffed. "Don't lecture me about sportsmanship, Nico. You and Lewis were the masters of dirty tactics. You pushed each other to the brink, and sometimes, beyond."
Nico's face turned a shade of crimson. "But that's different," he stammered, his voice barely audible. "We were⊠we were different."
Y/N scoffed, her eyes narrowing. "Different how? You were two drivers, fighting for the same goal. And you both crossed lines, just like I did today."
Nico was speechless. He couldn't deny the truth in her words. He and Lewis had engaged in their fair share of ruthless tactics, pushing the boundaries of fair play.
Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes. "You guys did this to each other," she whispered, her voice trembling. "You ruined your friendship, all for the sake of winning. And now, you're judging me for doing the same thing?"
Nico reached out to comfort her, but Y/N pulled away. "Leave me alone," she muttered, wiping away her tears.
She turned and walked away, her footsteps echoing in the fading light. Nico watched her go, a wave of guilt washing over him. He had judged her harshly, forgetting the pain and frustration that had fueled her actions.
As he sat there, alone with his thoughts, he realized that perhaps he and Lewis were not so different after all. They were both victims of the cutthroat world of Formula 1, trapped in a cycle of rivalry and revenge.
time skip
Y/N hesitantly opened her phone, dreading the onslaught of notifications. As she scrolled through her social media feeds, her heart sank. The once celebratory comments had turned into a torrent of hate and vitriol.
Twitter:
"Y/N Rosberg? More like Y/N Reckless! Disgraceful display of sportsmanship. #Shameful"
"Unbelievable! How could she do that to Lewis? She's a disgrace to the sport. #Disappointed"
"Y/N should be banned! That was a dangerous and reckless move. #DangerousDriver"
Instagram:
Comment 1: "What a dirty move! I'm so disappointed in Y/N. She's ruined her reputation."
Comment 2: "Y/N should be ashamed of herself. She's a disgrace to women in motorsport."
Comment 3: "Lewis deserved better. Y/N should be get a penalty for that."
Y/N's eyes scanned the hateful comments, a wave of nausea washing over her. The once-celebrated victory now tasted bitter, tainted by the backlash. She scrolled through more comments, each one more hurtful than the last.
"She's just like her brother. Always causing trouble."
"Another Rosberg ruining the sport."
"She should be ashamed of herself. A disgrace to the sport."
The comments were relentless, each one a stinging rebuke. Y/N felt a lump forming in her throat, tears threatening to spill over. She had never imagined the backlash would be so intense. She had pushed the boundaries, yes, but she had never intended to cause harm.
The weight of the online hate was crushing. She felt isolated, misunderstood, and alone. As she scrolled through the endless stream of negativity, she couldn't help but wonder if she had made a mistake.
time skip
The paddock was tense, the air thick with unspoken words. Y/N, her spirit dampened by the online vitriol, moved through the crowd, her gaze fixed on the ground. She spotted Lewis sitting alone at a table, his expression grim.
Taking a deep breath, she approached him, a tentative smile on her face. "Lewis," she began, "I wanted to talk to you about the other day."
Lewis barely acknowledged her presence, his eyes glued to his phone. "What is it, Y/N?" he asked, his tone devoid of warmth.
"I'm sorry about what happened," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "I didn't mean to cause any harm."
Lewis raised an eyebrow, a dismissive look in his eyes. "Oh, really? Because that looked pretty intentional to me."
Y/N's heart sank. She had hoped to apologize, to bridge the gap between them, but his coldness was a harsh reality check.
"I was just trying to win," she mumbled, her voice barely audible.
"At any cost?" Lewis retorted, his voice sharp. "That's not how we do things."
Y/N felt a wave of frustration wash over her. She had tried to reach out, to apologize, but he was determined to hold onto his anger. With a heavy sigh, she turned away, defeated.
Meanwhile, Max, sensing the tension, approached Y/N, his arm draped casually around her shoulder. "Hey, Y/N, you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. "Don't let those online trolls get to you."
Y/N forced a smile. "I'm fine, Max. Just a bit tired."
"You sure about that?" Max raised an eyebrow. "You look like you could use a hug."
Y/N chuckled, but her eyes betrayed her sadness. "Thanks, Max. I appreciate it."
Max nodded, his gaze shifting to Lewis, who was deep in conversation with Charles Leclerc. "Don't worry about him," Max whispered to Y/N. "He's just being a drama queen."
Y/N smiled weakly, but the pain in her heart persisted. She couldn't understand why Lewis was being so hostile. They had been friends once, hadn't they?
The days that followed were a blur of awkward encounters and tense interactions. Lewis avoided Y/N whenever possible, his cold demeanor a stark contrast to his usual charm. Y/N, meanwhile, struggled to cope with the public backlash and the strain on her friendship with Lewis.
One evening, after a particularly grueling practice session, Y/N found herself alone in the team garage. She was lost in thought, her mind replaying the events of the past few days.
Suddenly, a voice interrupted her reverie. "You know, you could try apologizing," Lewis said, his voice barely a whisper.
Y/N looked up, surprised. "I already did," she replied, her voice tight.
Lewis shook his head. "No, not like that. Not with that attitude. You need to mean it."
Y/N's eyes widened. "What do you want me to do? Get down on my knees and beg for forgiveness?"
Lewis sighed, his frustration evident. "No, just⊠just own up to it. Admit that you went too far."
Y/N stared at him for a long moment, then turned away. "I'm not going to apologize for winning," she said, her voice firm. "I did what I had to do."
With that, she walked away, leaving Lewis alone with his thoughts. He knew he had pushed her too far, but he couldn't shake the feeling that she had crossed a line. The tension between them was palpable, a silent battle raging beneath the surface.
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It's here. The moment. Fuck.
This stupid quote and this stupid sad guy whose stupid name looks like stupid frodo has been seen by my stupid eyes over and over and over.
And I have thought with full ego, "It's okay. This time I'm ready. This time I will finally get justice. This time I will research everything and know all the laws and eventually organize all my evidence. This time will be the time everything comes together. This time I will win the war on my own justice because I am prepared and strong and I got this."
And I waited. I took the hits. I learned how to feel things. I recalibrated. I was clever. I was perfect. I never let myself fucking relax because I was ready. I had the outcome in mind. This was it and he was dumb enough to play wrong. I got this.
And today I have to accept that I don't.
And worst still? It doesn't fucking matter,
I can still use all this learning and work and wisdom and even the documentation for something. It's beautiful and I don't regret learning to making any of it. I can learn the lesson, cut my losses, and just move on. I'm not fighting for the end of my world by going to war and dragging this out.
I betrayed and abandoned myself for nothing.
Choosing to drag this out in the court system and waste money and go through all the hoops right after this last election?
It would be for nothing.
I have the ability to make his life miserable for the rest of his. I don't need to pay thousands to do that if I want to. I can tell my story wherever I want and I don't have to have it judged by people in the way the judicial system would process it. I have the freedom to get whatever satisfaction I need to move on. I don't have the money or time or energy to prove it to an entire system.
I don't need to devote myself to teaching him a lesson. I can just get rid of him and make sure my son is taken care of. That's all that matters to me anyways. I don't regret raising him better than anyone else could or putting my trust in someone who decided to abuse it.
But it hurts. It feels like losing a friend. My evil ego friend who was going to make everything okay and everybody pay.
I don't have to kill her but I do have to rename her. I think I'm also sad that I learned quickly that my voluntary isolation did make me overestimate my abilities of influence with people that have more braincells than a goldfish unlike my ex.
Arrogance doesn't make intelligence and I'm smart enough to know my platform is a rotting soapbox and not a stage where I can razzle dazzle them.
If this was a karaoke battle I'd whip their asses, though.
I have to build yet another grave for this ego death. At this point I have a little cemetery I've had to build in my mind to keep track of them.
I am so disappointed. I'm kind of relieved. I mostly feel stupid. I felt the bee color spectrum of human emotions today and didn't end up with an autistic meltdown. Or a migraine. That, my friends, is something.
Fuck. Unlocked a new mystery path, I guess.
âYour worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.â
â Fyodor Dostoevsky, âCrime and Punishmentâ
Today must have been gollum biting my finger off before I throw him into the volcano. Or annikan screaming his hatred as he burns with his legs cut off.
Fuck you, Dostoevsky. You got me. Finally.
âYour worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.â
â Fyodor Dostoevsky, âCrime and Punishmentâ
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Whumper needing to get caretaker off their trail, so they hurt whumpee as an example. Maybe caretaker is investigating whumper's crime scenes, too close to making a big score, so whumper needs to set an example. Whumper tracks caretaker from a crime scene to their home, waiting with their henchmen outside for the right moment to strike. When the time comes, caretaker and whumpee are dragged out of their own home. Two henchmen hold down a struggling caretaker, while another holds down whumpee.
"Whumpee, it's going to be ok, I promise" caretaker desperately calls out to whumpee. Whumpee nods as whumper walks between them.
"Oh, we'll just have to see about that." Whumper scoffs, kneeling in front of caretaker, hooking a finger under their chin. "You have been a naughty little shit, haven't you? Busting my operations left and right, profits going down, trying to find my hideout. No no no, we can't have anymore of that, can we?".
"Please..." Caretaker squeaks out, their lip quivering as they struggle to hold back their tears. "You don't have to do this".
Whumper begins to chuckle, releasing their hold on caretaker's chin as they stand up and begin to approach whumpee.
"You know, they all say that. You don't have to do this" whumper laughs as they motion for henchmen to release whumpee. "WHICH IS WHAT MAKES IT SO MUCH MORE FUN" whumper roars as they slam a kick into whumpee's rib cage.
"STOP" Caretaker cries out, beginning to struggle against whumpers henchmen. Whumpee starts violently coughing as they cover up their body, waiting for more blows.
Whumper begins stomping down on whumpee, breaking ribs and crushing whumpee's hands under their boot, enjoying the sight of the broken whumpee before them. Whumper's henchmen forcing caretaker to watch every blow that whumpee takes. Whumper then drops to their knees over whumpee, moving whumpee's arms, revealing whumpee's bruised face.
"Aw, look at you, already such a mess, aren't you?" Whumper whispers, raising their fist and slamming it into whumpees face, repeating over and over. Whumper ignores caretakers pleads to stop as they keep pounding into whumpee's face. Whumper only stops when their hand is covered in whumpee's blood.
"well, I got a bit too excited there" whumper exclaims before standing up, rolling the unconscious whumpee to their side to face caretaker. Caretaker gasps at the sight of whumpee, not able to hold back their tears anymore as they begin calling whumpee's name.
"So much more beautiful now, wouldn't you agree, caretaker?" Whumper says with a devilish grin as they close the gap to caretaker. Forcefully grabbing some of caretakers hair and making them look up. "This is what happens when you fuck with me" whumper growls. "You'll leave this all in the past, and never interfere with my business again, do you understand?"
Caretaker nods, desperately agreeing to whumper's terms.
"Great, so glad we have an understanding. Well, we're off, hope we get to do this again sometime, right caretaker?"
Whumper motions for henchmen to let go of caretaker. Before whumper and their men get far, caretaker is already over whumpee. Peeling their broken body off the ground, sobbing into whumpee's neck as they hold them tightly.
Bonus points if caretaker does give up the case. And after whumpee recovers, they try to convince caretaker to take down whumper. Caretaker refusing, not wanting whumpee to get hurt again, but whumpee is adamant that caretaker continues their work.
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(Mirabelle) (Thai belongs to @lavender-tea-dragon)
(You cut down the next sadness with ease, your sword slicing through it like butter. You step back, panting, that was the, seventh? Eighth? Glancing around, you can see Isa and Ramos back to back, Odile being helped up by Bonnie, Nille protecting them both, and-)
"MIRA!!"
(You turn, a sadness was rushing at you-)
(In a blink it was sliced clean in half. Siffrin, well, Null, landed a few feet in front of it, his new sword in hand, smiling. Actually, this might be the first time you've seen him smile.)
"T-thanks Null! Having fun?"
"No." (He said, still smiling.) "I never have fun."
"Heh, of course! Oh! lower your stance a little, leg to the-"
(You hear a protest from Odile.) "Now is not the time Mirabelle!"
(You and Null nod at each other, then dive again into the fight.)
(You had made it to Wolworth, and not a moment too soon! You were walking down the road when Null suddenly started running. "Stage time" was all he said. After a very winding sprint, you got here in time to see a wave of sadness storming the city gate.)
(There were SO MANY!!!)
(You throw a scissors sign, your sparkly discs of light slicing into another sadness. The one saving grace here was that these sadness were comically weak! B-but even then, you had to fight the off!! You might not get hurt but if even one makes it in-)
"How ya doing Mira!" (Isabeau yells) "I'm on about eight!"
"Six, here!" (Ramos adds, cracking a fist into another sadness.)
"Are y'really keeping track?!?" (Nille raised an eyebrow, keeping a sadness away from Bonnie and Odile.)
"Of course!" (Isa smiles.) "It's for the competitive spirit."
(You giggle, at least your friends could help make light of it all! You turn to face another sadness, but an arrow pierces it before you can attack. Someone at the gate was holding a bow and a satisfied grinn. You wave.)
(There was a small militia in Wolworth, just a group of everyday people who would come running to fight sadness, but they were overwhelmed when you showed up. Just behind that gate were half a dozen people nursing wounds. Change, they must all be so brave.)
(The wave was thinning out, you stab another, duck back, Null jumps in to strike. It was exhilarating and exhausting. By the time the last sadness fell, your dress was a mess and the tip of your sword felt dulled.)
(You're panting, look around, make sure it's all clear.) ". . Everyone alright!?!"
"Good here!"
"Alive!"
"Tired but great!"
"Safe!!!!!"
"I'm okay."
". . . Well done." (Null sheethed the sword and walked over to you.) "Saving the day yet again with no. . . Urgh-"
(Nulls knees buckled and he collapsed to all fours, breathing heavily. You rushed to his side, healing ready. You heard the others thunder over too.) "A-are you okay?!? Craft exhaustion??"
"Y-yeah-" (He was gasping for air, you got a small tonic out and handed it to him.)
"How many times did you loop just now?" (Odile asks, you could see the worry hidden behind her eyes.)
"Only, two times." (Null drinks down the tonic.) "First, got here late. Many wounded, had to, try again."
(Isa offers a hand, Null takes it, getting back up. Odile squints at him.) ". . . And the second?"
". . . Wanted to look cool."
"Null!!"
"You CRAB!!!
"Haha!!! That's a TERRIBLE idea!"
"Hey! Look alive." (Ramos gets your attention, they're pointing to the city. Right! Call Null Siffrin in front of other people. None of them want that secret getting out after all.)
(Now that the sadness were cleared, some of that city militia were coming to check the aftermath. One had an arm in a sling, another with a bandage on their head, you noticed one was still sitting at the gate, leg in a cast. You see that person with a bow running up to you all.)
"Change I'm glad you all showed up when you did." (The bowman said. She had a heavy jacket and messy darkless hair. She had a sword and shield at the ready, as well as her longbow and arrows over her shoulder. She had bonding earings, too, a snake and a darkless bird.) "Ha! the saviors of Vaugarde themselves coming to save the city, haha!"
"All in a days work!" (Isa said with a smile.)
"I-I'm just glad we made it on time!!" (You walk up to her, still tired, but smiling.) "I-is everyone okay?!?"
"Just some booboos, some real big booboos, but nothing major. What about him?" (She gestured past you to Null.)
"Oh I'm just tired." (Null started.) "Don't worry about-"
"Siffrin here is suffering from acute craft exhaustion." (Odile cuts him off.) "Is there a doctor or someone we could see for medicine?"
"Ha!" (She grinned.) "I know people like that. Sure, there's a medhouse in town, closer to the Wolworth House of Change."
"HEY! ARK!" (One of the other fighters came running over with a limp. He had partially dyed hair and darker skin, they were wearing a striped apron. His bonding earings matched hers.) "Who won!"
"Oh yeah!" (She, Ark? Turned to Isa.) "How many ya get?"
"Oh! I got ten! Ha."
"CRAB YEAH!!!" (The newcomer replied.) "No way anyone could beat that!!"
"Twelve." (Odile replies flatly.) "I guess I'm not anyone."
"COME ON!" (The newcomer pouted and crossed his arms.)
"Told you, Thai." (Ark looked smug, holding out a hand.) "Don't underestimate a book. Pay up-"
(Null coughs into a hand, attention at him.) ". . . Seventeen."
"WHAT?!?"
"NO CRABBIN' WAY!!"
"HAHA!!! YES!!! THAT'S MY BUDDY!!!"
(Thai gave Ark a smug look right back and put his money pouch back. You couldn't help but giggle.)
". . . Aren't you two bonded?" (Bonnie squints at them.) "You'd just have the same amounta money."
"It's about PRIDE! Kid!!" (Thai jeers back. Uhoh.)
"'M NOT A KID!!!" (Bonnie got all big and tall, ready to fight this stranger before Ark got between them both.)
"OH HOW RUDE OF ME I DIDN'T INRODUCE MYSELF! Ahem- My name's Ark (she/her), I help organize-" (Thai punches her in the shoulder) "Ow- Right. I'm in charge of this little group of guards-on-demand."
"Guards on demand?!?" (Thai crosses their arms.) "PUH-LEASE. We kicked their crabbin sadness butts!!!"
"How's the leg." (Ark grinned, Thai winced, still limping, point proven.)
"FINE Whatever. Oh, uh, I'm Thai (he/they), I'm just a tea guy who likes kicking sadness in the face!!" (Thai strikes a heroic pose.)
"Tea?" (Null perked up.)
"YEAH!!! The Tea-vern!! Toughest place in town with the BEST tea IN VAUGARDE!!!"
"Ooooh that's fighting words." (You say jokingly.) "I've had some really really good tea before!"
"We'll I'll make it BETTER!!"
"O-kaaaay we wont keep you guys any longer." (Ark interrupts, putting a hand on Thai.) "We got to clean up the place, thanks again, all of you."
"Thank you all so much!" (You wave goodbye as you head into town.)
"HEY IF Y'LIKE TEA COME BY TO THE TEA-VERN!!" (You hear Thai yell after you.)
(Well, that was a very warm welcome!)
(The city of Wolworth had nice cobblestone streets with a few carts and sturdy looking houses. From what you remember it was built by an architect who wanted to build a city to last, and it did!)
"Ah Wolworth. . ." (Ramos sighed and smiled as you walked through the main gate.) "Can't get rid of me that easily."
"Glad to be back? (Nille asks.)
"Yeah! Can't wait to see Eri again, I hope they're doing good without me!"
"Your guardian, right?" (Null asked. rubbing his head.) "Memory."
"No you're right! Eri! Last letter I sent them was around, well, the King stuff."
"It'll be a reunion to celebrate then!" (Isa cheers.)
"What about 'Frin?" (Bonnie pipes up, poking Null in the side.)
"Right! Well, we should get him to the medical house, but. . ." (You rub your chin, thinking.) ". . . I-Isa could you help me get Sif there? You all go on ahead an meet Mx. Eri!"
"Fine by me." (Null nods.)
"Aww, I wanted to meet 'em sooner but that's okay!" (Isa beams.) "Sifs health comes first!"
"That should be fine." (Ramos nods.) "We'll have the house all ready for you too. Heh."
"Perfect! I'm sure they'll be glad to see you, Ramos!" (You patted them on the back.) "I think we're going opposite directions, right?"
"Yep! You go that way to the House of Change, and the medhouse will be around there. But we're going this way!" (Ramos couldnt wait, and was already walking, jogging off.)
"WAIT UP YOU CRAB!!!" (Bonnie chased them.)
"LANGUAGE- Oh we'll see you guys later, K?" (Nille waves and runs after.)
"Gems. . ." (Odile sighed.) "I thought we were done with the running."
"Cardio is good for you M'dame!" (Isa says encouragingly. Odile just rolled her eyes and chased after the others.)
(The three of you started off in the other direction. It wasn't far, but, it was just far enough to give you a chance to talk about The Thing.)
". . . . S-so!" (You cough into a hand.) "Null, M-mind if I ask about. . . W-well. . . The Ramos thing?"
(Null looks at you and huffs.) "With Siffrin?"
"Yes. With, Siffrin."
"I've been, meaning to ask about that too actually." (Isa adds, he sounded sheepish.) "I promised not to pry but Ramos' really anxious about it."
"Right." (Null breathes in, and out.) "We have reached an agreement, as a Constellation."
"Oh?"
"Yeah?"
(Null nods.) "Mhm. Myself, Mal, and Loop have until we meet and get to know Eri to prove Ramos is a danger."
(You listen intently, Null continues.) "That deadline gives us time to get to know Ramos more, and meeting Eri will help confirm if Ramos is a good person. After that, Siffrin can do whatever they want."
"Right." (You nod. You saw the medhouse come into view.) "So, we'll find out soon, right?"
"Mhm" (Null sighs.) "And you're fine with it, Isabeau?"
"Huh? Oh yeah! I'm fine with it." (He was smiling ear to ear.) "Pretty excited actually!"
". . . Good."
(You walked up to the small one story building with a little tilted plus on the door, there was a little porch out the front. The medical house was just up the street from the House of Change.)
"Here we are! Ready, Sif?" (You turn and ask.)
(Null looked exhausted, but he smiled.) ". . . Ready as ever."
"That's the spirit." (Isa smiled at him.)
"Alright, let's go!" (You turn to the door and open it.)
(The inside was a little waiting room. A desk, a few chairs, and some random books. There was a couple of people here already, one had a doctors coat with some papers. The other had a vest, dark hair, bonding earings, and-)
"It's you!!!"
(Perci turns to you, the shock on his face was obvious. Your reach for your sword-)
"O-OH!! Yes I'm sorry for running out on our get together but I just had to check on my bonded!!" (Perci interupts anything you were about to say, he turned back to the doctor.) "A-and, you're sure they'll be alrght?"
"I'm positive, Mr. Monet. She just needs a few more days rest."
"Oh change, thank you, you've put my heart at rest. ." (He's smiling, normalcy intact.)
(He turns to exit, pausing a second. You see him very clearly and purposfuly put his hands into his vest pockets, one of them was bandaged. You take your hand away from your sword and step to the side. He waits a second, then walks past the three of you.)
"We can catch up outside." (You hear him whisper.)
(. . . What was HE doing here.)
"Friend of yours?" (The doctor asks.)
"Somewhat." (You reply simply- Oh crab.) "B-but enough of that. Could you help us? My friend here's suffering from craft exhaustion."
"A second case in so many days?" (The doctor chuckled.) "People need to remember to take crafts slow."
". . Haha, yeah, I know, right?" (Isa tries livening up the tone, helping Null over to the doctor. He glances at you, and nods. You nod back.)
(You pause for a second, the doctor lead them away. You do the Siffrin thing; breathe in. . . And out. . . You turn to the door, turn the handle, and walk out.)
(. . . . Perci was standing on the porch to the right. A soft 'tink tink tink' of metal eminated from a 3d puzzle he was focused on. It was the kind where you were supposed to untangle two things of metal spaghetti from each other.)
(. . . Well he could read your mind, right? didn't you want to talk?)
(. . . He's still focused on the puzzle. Well, fine then. You cough.)
(His head bolts up to look at you. Now that you weren't about to stab him through the chest, you could see the bags under his eyes. He sighs.) ". . Lady Mirabelle."
"Mister Monet." (You reply, taking a step forward.) "You have a lot to answer for you, you crab!"
(He raises an eyebrow, then looks back to the puzzle as he talks.) "Ahaa. . . I'm sure you think I do. . . How's Siffrin? Not sick I hope."
". . . They're fine." (You huff, and look out from the porch.) "It's craft exhaustion, they haven't fully recovered from your friendly scuffle."
"Ah, yes." (Perci pauses again.) ". . . Merlon was very cross with me about that when she woke up. She was not a fan of that loophole I used- ah, pun not intended."
"Hmph." (You don't look at him. 'Loophole', yes, exhausing Null half to death in that fight. Wait, when they woke up?) "Is something wrong with Merlon?"
"Ah. . Yes. She's also been recovering from craft exhaustion since that fight." (He sighs.) "That skill they used was one they never used before. It nearly killed her."
". . . ." (Are you lying to me, Perci?)
". . . ." (He still doesn't respond, the only sound that came from him was the tinking of metal.)
". . . And, so they're still recovering?"
"Yes, she is." (Tink tink tink.) "Transporting matter from one point to another takes an incredible amount of energy. Energy that she didn't have."
"That's. . . Hard to believe." (You were trying to keep calm. It was very, very hard to believe. If Sif can- wait stop thinking! He can still read your mind, right. . ? Or. . .) ". . Can't you read my mind, Perci?"
"Hm?" (He looks up again, then down to the puzzle.) "Oh! Well, yes? But you don't need to worry about that right now."
(He holds up the puzzle.) "A word to the wise if you learn Mind Craft, find something to focus your attention on. If I let my mind wander it will eventually wander to all the minds around me. Imagine hearing the inner monolog of every person around you at once. A puzzle like this, though? A wonderful way to focus."
"Oh!" (You perk up, mind clicking like said puzzle.) "So you really are being honest with me?"
"Of course" (He smiled, back to the puzzle.) "Why wouldn't I- oh dear don't tell me I left such a bad impression you think me a dishonest man."
"You are a dishonest man!"
"Lady Mirabelle, I promise I'm no such- aha!"
(With one last clink, he undoes the two bits of the puzzle, before happily starting to put it together again.)
(You huff.) "Alright, fine. If we're being honest with each other then, then, just know I don't trust you, Perci."
". . . I see." (Perci sighs, pausing a moment again before replying.) "I won't pretend like I can get that trust back. But, I would at least like you to know I'm really not an evil or dishonest man."
". . . I understand." (You sigh, letting yourself relax.) "I. . . It'll be hard to trust you. But, I'll believe that you're not evil." (Not like the King. . .)
". . . Thank you. Aha, actually." (He holds up the bandaged hand.) "Did you know about that little side effect of mind craft? Or did you get lucky in our fight."
"Side effect?" (You tilt your head.) ". . . If that's the wound from our fight, that should have been healed weeks ago."
"Good eye." (He nods, flexing his his hand and wincing.) "Advanced mind craft requires skin to skin contact; it's a connection of the nerves. If you use mind craft a lot like I do, the nerves on where you connect with mind craft become more sensitive over time. And for me, it's my hands."
". . . Oh." (You remember back to that day, how you struck his hand, and how he couldn't hold his sword, afterwards.) ". . S-sorry."
"Don't be, we were fighting after all." (He chuckles.) "But yes, my hands are very sensitive. My swords handles are specially made to be easy on the hands, and I really should get gloves too, but. . ."
"No you should, that sounds like a great idea! For everyone." (You giggle to yourself.)
(He laughs back, and clicks the two pieces of the puzzle back together. He held it out to you.) "Lady Mirabelle, I promise that, until my bonded has recoverd, I will not cause what you consider trouble."
(You look at his outstretched hand holding the puzzle, then to him. There's a quiet, uncomfortable pause.)
". . . Ah! Right." (He chukles, and places the puzzle on the banister, NOW you take it. Looking over, he's already pulled out a new one.) ". . So, deal?"
". . . Fine." (You huff.) "I don't like you, Mr. Monet, but I'll try and trust you here. It would be nice to have a few days without worrying about trouble."
"Ahaha, I imagine. I heard about the dramatics outside the gate. Oh! What brings you to Wolworth, by the way?"
"Oh!" (You look at him, smile on your face again.) "We're actually visiting Eri! Ramos' guardian! Once Siffrin's better we're meeting up, at. . ."
(Your voice trails off. Perci is looking at you, mouth open with a mix of shock and horror.)
(You tilt your head.) ". . . .Is, something wrong."
"You. . ." (You can see him struggling to keep his mask in place, but it slipped. It slipped just enough to see the sorrow behind it. He looks away.)
"You, you don't know. . ?"
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Gojo Satoru & Geto Suguru
⥠TW: fear, prank, prank gone too far, dubcon-ish
⥠GN reader
âHaha, âToruânice try,â is all you say to the tall figure, having stood patiently in wait and perfectly positioned to do a jump scare with his silly store-bought Ghostface mask on.
You sigh and go back to your dealings, and he remains as if the gist isnât upâever-committed to the task as if youâre suddenly going to forget that itâs him. Likeâof course, itâs him! Despite what the movies will have you believe, not a lot of guys have bodies like that.
If he was really committed to tricking you, he should have worn something baggier to hide his perfectly shredded chest. But noâheâs set on wearing his black muscle shirtâprobably opting to make you both scared and horny at the same time.
You carry on with what youâd been doingâcleaning up the kitchen. âOi, quit standing there already and come help me.â
He doesnât. But thatâs not unlike himâheâll take any excuse not to do the dishes. And right now, the excuse is this dumb prank. But itâs your fault in any caseâyouâre the one that put him up to it by saying heâd never be able to get a rise out of you.
You sigh and scold yourself for being so short-sightedâshouldâve kept my dumb mouth shut. Knowing him, heâs probably going to be this way all through October, the insufferable prick.
He still stands there. Silent. And still. Eerily unlike him. And almost, just almost, utterly unlike him.
But noâdonât be stupid! Heâs the same height and the same build, for fuckâs sake! What are the odds of someone with the exact same measurements as your boyfriend breaking in right at the time he isnât around in something so cliche and dumb as a Ghostface replica? No, it stinks of Satoruâitâs got his goofy antics written all over it.
You scoff againâa little winded this time, a little strained. You have to hand it to himâhe is a little scary when he shuts up for this long.
âYou can knock it off, Satoru. I know itâs you.â You face him again, hand on your hip, with a frown.Â
You sigh again when he still doesnât answer, insisting on his stupid tactic of psyching you out. And youâre getting pissed that itâs actually almost working.
âUgh, youâre so stupid.â You start stomping overâaiming to rip that dumb thing off his head and point your death glare directly in his insufferable blue eyesâthose insufferable blue eyes youâre actually starting to hope are under there more than knowing without a doubt are there for sure.Â
âTchâitâs insulting if you think some half-assed performance like this is gonna be enough to scare me. At least have the creativity to come up with something somewhat decentââ
You stop in your tracks halfway over. Hair is peaking out from under the mask. You hadnât seen it from afar, matted against the black shirt he was wearingâbut how could you? How could you when itâs not white hair?
You flinch backward. Stumbling. Assessing the dark, silken locks a second time before looking up at the mask againâthat soulless white warped skull with pitch-black bottomless eyesockets.
You take another step back. Breath hitching in your throat when the figure takes a step as wellâtoward you.
Your heart flares. Itâs not Satoru.
Eyes peeled, you feel the panic overthrow you in an instantâlike a cold rush, reaching all the way into your bonemarrow, making it hard to move, hard to do much of anything without feeling vulnerable to what it might trigger.
But once the figure pulls his hand out from behind his back, brandishing a butcherâs knife that catches the light and glints in the airâyou have no other choice but to run.
What a perfect fucking day to wear fuzzy fucking socks! Fucking October cold is going to be the reason you dieâstabbed to death in your own house by some cringey Scream fanboy. Noâthis canât be the endânot this way! Why isnât Satoru home yet? Why canât he ever be where you need him to be?
You make your way through the houseâhoping to reach the door, but turning the corner has you slip and fall, and the intruderâs on youâknife raised, poised prettily in the air above your helpless body, clad in your tiny heart-print pjâsâlike the perfect hot airhead in any slasher spoof.
You scream and squeeze your eyes shut, âNo! Noâplease! Please! Satoru, help!â
And right as the knife is supposed to come down and puncture your chest, making it spurt out red until you finally bleed out, dead and gone, thereâs a bang instead as two palms land flat on the floor on either side of your head.
Joined by a muffled voice, âAre yah scared yet?â
With your eyes wide open again, you look up at not one mask blocking out the ceiling light but two. And with all the pure alarm savaging your chest, you manage to let out a real horror-movie squealâunlike a sound youâve ever made before.
And then, of all things, thereâs laughterâno, not laughterâstraight cackling.
Andâfortunately or unfortunatelyâyouâre quite sure you recognize that sound.
The last one pulls off his mask, and you really canât believe itâpretty porcelain face squished in amusement with tears of joy in the corner of his insufferable blue eyes.
That fucking bitch.
âYou should have seen your face!â he chortlesâdownright heaves. But for all his handsome features, he truly must be the ugliest laugher there is. Or maybe itâs just that the bastard always laughs at your expense, and after one too many times, itâs left a bad taste in your mouth.
Still, you sigh, eyes closed in relief, âI hate you, âToru. You took it way too far, you ass.â
âNo, no, Satoru, help~â he ignores you and mocks in a high-pitched moan, showing not a sign of remorseâholding his hand over his stomach as he falls to the floor, struggling to leave room for breath between hooting and howling.
Your eyes go to the original perpetrator. âAnd you? You proud or what?â
The wearer pulls off its mask and is revealed to be none other than Satoruâs best friendâGeto.
Honestly, you should have fucking known...
âSorry, heheâŠâ
Youâre upsetâyou make that clear with your pout, giving him your best guilt-tripping look from where you rest beneath him.
But still, within, your heart eases at the sight of his kind face and that apologetic smile across itâever thankful to see him and not the cold-blooded murderer you were convinced was going to kill you only a moment agoâeven when pinned beneath him in a position that should be making Satoru jealous.
But your boyfriend couldnât care less, it seemsâtoo busy rolling on the floor and laughing out loud quite literally, even banging his fist against the wood. Prick.
âIâm gonna throw upââ you say as the nerves finally settle. âAnd when Iâm done, Iâm gonna kill you. Both of you.â
Geto seems to think thatâs fair, still with that sheepish smile on his face, but Satoru is quick to interjectâlaughing fit over as he shakes his head, âNuh-uh. You said if I manage to scare you once this Halloween, Iâd get whatever I want.â
You swear he can be such a child sometimes.
Oh, who are you kidding? Heâs always a child. Itâs only surprising heâs managed to rope Geto into all thisâa guy whoâs usually so mature.
âI donât remember saying thatâŠâ you sigh, laying the back of your hand atop your forehead, still calming your breaths and the pounding in your headâyour body not yet caught up to the fact that itâs trepidation over impending death was all just some silly joke played on you by two idiots.
You canât believe himâyou canât believe either of them.
âFucking shit, GetoâI thought I was gonna die.â
He still hasnât gotten off youâthe look of worry on his face tells you heâs probably just wanting to stay close to make you feel safe. You appreciate it, though itâs a little awkward lying beneath him like thisâitâs not exactly a position you share with just anyoneâŠ
âHonestly, I didnât think it would work,â he saysâeyes slim like always, in that charming way. âI always thought you were smarter than to fall for something this stupid.â
You pull a frown at thatâtaking it all back. Heâs as childish and dumb as Satoru is. Heâs just better at hiding it.Â
âOh, shut upâas if you wouldnât scream if someone chased you down with a knife,â you grumble. âNow get off, you prick.â
You begin to lift yourself onto your elbows, yet despite the clear intention of getting up, Geto doesnât budge to make it happen.
No, instead, he leans further inâfine-kempt raven hair slipping off his shoulders, falling with the same grace as a veil.
âI was told thereâd be a prize for the one that got you to crack, and seeing as Iâm the one that made that happenâI want it.â
You have to blinkâblanched at the sudden demand.
Satoru, as well, a little stunnedâlooking wide-eyed at the two of you, upside down where he lies flat on his back, long limbs stretched out like a starfish.
âYou what now?â both of you ask in unison.
Geto chuckles before repeating, âMy prize. I want it. Itâs only fair,â as if itâs the most obvious thing in the world.Â
Satoru rolls over on his stomach to view you both the right way, pursing his lips in thought. âHmmâŠâ Hand on his chin as if itâs really something to deliberate when the dumbass very well knows what the two of you had bet on and how it very much isnât a reward you can give to just anyone.
Yet, despite that. âOkay,â he agreesâas if itâs even up to him.
âHold on now, wait a minute.â You intervene in the almost business-esque dealing theyâd somehow held without you. "Not happening.â
âWhy not?â they both ask, looking at you.Â
And you canât keep from gaping. The nerve.
Spluttering as you explain, âBecause itâsâwell, because it was a bet between me and my dumbass boyfriend, and it was very clear what the prize was gonna be, come winner or loserâso, sorry to break it to you, but there is no prize.â
But that doesnât seem to deter Geto. âOh, I think there isâŠâ he all but purrs as he leans down further.
âSatoru already agreed. And youâre already on your back beneath me.â
His smile isnât all so friendly anymore, and still⊠you canât help but blush being caught beneath it, holding your breath with fear a little different from the one before but no different in how it makes your heart pound.
âSo, if neither of you mindâŠ" he grins slyly. "I think Iâll just take it.âÂ
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forget - mysterious figure who happens to be good at manipulation? what could go wrong? (gn! reader) warning: mentions pills note: i 100% went off topic cause i took some flu tablets and now my brain is just everywhere so hopefully this fits your request :) i am one blink away from falling asleep on my table and i might rewrite if it doesnt fit your request ^^
another night spent mindlessly watching tv, your eyes glued to the screen as the world outside becomes a blur. you sat from sunrise, after watering your plants and finishing house chores. you didnât move a muscle, except for the occasional shifts to get more comfortable. the subtitles become your reading material for the day once again. Â
you hear the door open, the clicking of the lock reminded you what time it was but you never got up. instead, you pulled your blanket closer to yourself, burying yourself in the fabric you felt safe in.Â
âstill watching tv, love?â, a disappointed sigh follows from his voiceÂ
a plastic bag lands on the coffee table with a soft thud to accompany. you donât make an effort to reach for it. your body was too relaxed to move a muscle. another sigh from him as he leans over, pushing the bag closer, his unfamiliar cologne being overshadowed by the smell of your favourite food.
âyou keep forgetting to eatâ, he murmurs, almost like he was reading a script. âhow long will you keep doing this?âÂ
he walked into your room, long gone from your vision. you shrug, sitting up from your seat with the blanket draped on your shoulder. you realise how inconvenient it would be for you to eat, so you get up and sit on the floor this time, using the coffee table as your dinner table.Â
you quickly open up the box and take out the spoon from the packaging. the smell of food hits you, and your stomach growls in response. your hands tremble as you pick up the spoon, ready to eat. heavens must have blessed you with a drink to accompany the food and you quickly take a sip before taking a bite-Â
wait⊠wait a minuteÂ
you stop the food entering your mouth, the spoon near your lips as if teasing you to eat it but you didn't. thereâs a strange taste, something off about your drink. the condensation on the cup catches your eye, but thatâs not what makes your pulse quicken. itâs the nagging feeling that something isnât right.
"who brought me this...?" you whisper to yourselfÂ
the man, where was he? you saw him enter your room. bracing yourself, you get up and grab the plastic fork that came with the food and pull your blanket tighter around you as if it can shield you from whatever this is.
almost quietly, you flick the lights open but there was no one. your stuff were still in place. you look at the bathroom, the light off meaning it was empty⊠huh? you hear your front door close, a lock sound followed confirming your suspensions.
your body froze⊠just what the hell was going on here? you race back to the living room and everythingâs the same except your food. it was closed shut, to keep the food warm and there was a tissue neatly folded under the drink.Â
turning left, you notice the light of your kitchen open. you slowly tip toed there, to catch whoever it was. you enter the kitchen and stop dead in your tracks. heâs there, looking impossibly calm, teal hair perfectly styled, a man who feels like a stranger, though you know youâve seen him before.
âwhat are you doing?â, he asksÂ
technically it should be you asking, but his question made you freeze. your throat does not allow a single sound to escape, and you stare at him for a minute. you stupidly stood with a fork aimed at him.
âwho are you?â, you demanded him to speak. âand what are you doing in my house?âÂ
âim rin.. your boyfriend? you forgot your pills again, didn't youâ, rinâs eyes flicker toward you, lips curling slightly at the corners
pills? what pills? you donât even know what he was even talking about. before you can react, rin has already closed the space between you. out of fear, you back up and point the fork more directly this time. he sighs, looking tired from whatever he was up to before he came home.Â
âenoughâ, rin says and forcefully snatches your forkÂ
great. now you were defenceless and keep backing up from him. he moves closer, and instinctively, you back up until your legs hit the edge of the counter. he places a hand on your waist, lifting you onto the counter like youâre nothing, like you belong there.
"where are your slippers, love?" rinâs voice is sickly sweet, a tone that makes you feel like you're supposed to answer
âslippers..? i think i left them in my room", you stammer. âand you- youâre really my boyfriend?â
"you need this," he adds, offering the pill along with the drink from earlier
he finally pulls out an unfamiliar orange bottle from the cabinet. when did you ever have that? why canât you remember? you look at him, as if asking what it was but his piercing teal eyes made you forget.Â
âtake itâ, rin demands softly, but you picked up the force in his voice. âdonât make this harder than it needs to beâ
now, as a sane and intelligent person, you shouldn't consume a pill you arenât familiar with. this hot man was handing you a pill, you should obviously deny it but you swallowed it like the kids that always enter the haunted house instead of just leaving. are you the main character of a movie? if so, you were doing a horrible job.
"i told you," rin leans in closer, his hand resting on the counter, trapping you in place as you struggle to keep your thoughts together."you need to take care of yourself. eat more. take your medicine."
âwhat was that medi-â
âi got gummies if it tasted badâÂ
rin cuts you off, offering a packet of your favourite green treats. you take it, opening it while looking at him weirdly. why were you suddenly feeling dizzy? how could you not remember who he was?
âtake care of yourself properly. okay?â, rin asks for confirmationÂ
you nod, despite the chaos of confusion in your mind. you feel like you're losing grip on everything, everything except him.
âlook at meâ, hand suddenly shifts, gripping your jaw with a sudden force that makes you flinch, but he doesnât let go. ârelaxâÂ
he leans in, resting his forehead on yours, allowing you to dismay all the alarming bells ringing in your head. his gaze shifts downward, and before you can even process the thought, his lips are on yours. the kiss is overwhelming, leaning more on controlling. your body responds despite the internal conflict, too lost to remember who you were before him.
because he's your boyfriend, right? he must be. he wouldn't hurt you. he wouldn't make you feel this way if he didn't care.
of course, heâs your boyfriend. heâs just taking care of you, isnât he? he definitely wasnât your old childhood friend from your hometown who made you take non prescribed pills to mess with your brain after you rejected him. he also definitely didnât tamper with your drink to make the effects last longer. Â
why would he?Â
rin is your boyfriend after all, silly!
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Notes on 3000 miles
Last year my doctor told me that I had high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and a high resting heartrate. So I started biking on an exercise bike, and by my best estimations, I'm either close to hitting 3000 miles or have already gone past that.
I should clarify that this wasn't all at once. I took many breaks.
So here are some notes.
When I started, I was on an exercise bike that my wife had gotten from her work. It wasn't the best, but it was free, and I made a deal with myself that if I biked every day for a month, then I could justify getting something better. I really really did not want to buy a piece of exercise equipment that would just sit in the house gathering dust, because that would feel awful ... but I do kind of wish that I had gotten the better bike sooner, because it removed some of the "friction" of exercise, where it felt like there were too many reasons not to get on the bike. The new exercise bike (a refurbished Peleton off Facebook marketplace that my wife got me for Christmas) really does just feel and move better. I think the general principle of not doing costly monetary commitments until you've shown costly personal commitment is a good one, however.
Blood pressure is in normal range. Cholesterol is in normal range. Resting heartrate is in normal range. This was all the case three months in, and this level of cardio is more than enough to maintain it.
Right now, I bike for thirty minutes a day, going 8-10 miles according to the bike. That range is enormous, because it represents vastly different amounts of work. Going 10 miles in 30 minutes is 20 miles an hour, and I keep the resistance relatively high, so by the end of it I'm always panting. By contrast, going 8 miles makes me feel like I didn't put in enough work.
My goal every day is sweat-based and completely qualitative. I want to soak through a shirt. This means that doing more laundry than I'd prefer to, which is an unanticipated consequence of the biking. It's also, compared to all the metrics the bike gives me, a very clear sign that I am actually exercising my body "properly" in a way that's achieving something.
I did some of the Peleton classes, and found a lot of the metrics to be motivating, but ... eh. Exercise is mostly about being healthy and maintaining my body, so my current strategy, for the last six months, has been to either shut the brain down or keep it fully engaged in something that passes the exercise time. Usually this means a TV show, especially a foreign one with subtitles, which need slightly more brainpower.
The final two minutes is always the worst. I'm just ready to be done with it. Sometimes there's gas left in the tank, but I still feel sweaty, thirsty, and overheated. I have a water bottle, and I drink from it while I bike, and I have a fan pointed at me that I turn on once I'm warmed up, but I always have a sense, in those last two minutes, of "finally I'm done". I tried the thinking man's solution, only biking for 28 minutes, and this did not help. In my entire year of biking a half hour a day, I didn't ever elect to go into overtime.
I initially lost ten pounds, then slowly gained it back. I am, in fact, overweight, but I'm holding more or less steady now, and there have definitely been some body composition changes, with muscle replacing fat. I went down about four inches at the waist. I've changed very little about how I eat (which is 90% meals that I cook myself, and a daily coffee drink of some kind, usually made myself with sugar/cream/chocolate). Biking amounts to 300-400 calories a day or something like that, so I'm presumably eating more to compensate and just not realizing it.
Mental health has been rocky, but that's just sort of how it is for me. I definitely feel less mentally well on days that I don't bike, and feel better afterward, but I have no idea how tight the correlation is, and if I had been keeping track on a mood tracker, I'm not sure I would be able to sus out from self-reported mood alone whether or not I was biking.
During the summer I replaced a lot of indoor exercise bike stuff with outdoor biking. My son has only recently learned to bike, so he's been with me many of these times. Usually that means that we're either biking a lot less distance, or we're biking for a lot longer time at much lower intensity, sometimes both. There's a bike path that's downhill from our house which goes for maybe six miles, with some good, clear turn back points, but that means a fairly arduous uphill to get back home. If I lived in a place where the weather wasn't frigid for almost half the year, I would probably be doing outdoor biking more.
I think the most important thing, if you're doing exercise every day, is making sure that you're doing it in such a way that it's sustainable and virtually incapable of injuring you. This mostly means proper form. Early on, I had a habit of pressing down the right pedal with the outside edge of my foot, and after fifteen minutes of doing that, the muscles in the foot would be aching and uncomfortable. I'm not sure why I was doing that, but it was difficult to get myself to bike in a way that wouldn't be putting strain on me.
I think it's okay to skip a day ... if it's for the right reason. Of the days that I've skipped, I always try to make sure the reason isn't "fuck it, I don't want to". I should either be feeling sick, feeling like I need to rest, or replacing biking with some other form of exercise like a hike in the woods or some weightlifting or something. If I start skipping days because I just don't feel like it, that's where the whole scheme falls apart.
I am currently sort of wondering how long this is going to go on for, and I think the answer is "for the rest of my life", or at least until I'm unable to keep it up for whatever reason. I don't think there's any particular reason to prefer an exercise bike (or regular bike) over running or rowing or some other form of cardio, but I think I have proven to myself that this is cardio I can do daily and stick with it to the level that is probably necessary for me to stay healthy. I'm not committed to doing it for the rest of my life, since in theory some other form of cardio might come along and sweep me off my feet.
I do wish that I had started earlier in my life, even if daily exercise has not been the panacea for mental health that I had been kind of hoping it would be. I hope that I have the willpower and wisdom to keep up with it indefinitely.
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