#I can't look at fucking colors matching together anymore

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Davesport sauna because the world is my toy and I play with it

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The Younger Kind Part 3 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley goes on another unremarkable date before heading home early. You stay and have a drink with him while you fix up his dating profile. Maybe now he will find some more compatible matches. 

Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff, and age gap (eventually 18+)

Length: 4300 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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Bradley started his Friday morning the same way he always did; by running around the house in a complete disarray. 

"Noah, eat your waffles. We're going to be late," he said, his flight suit hanging halfway off his torso. 

"I want cereal," he whined, and Bradley ran his hands over his face and sighed. Then he got a bowl of cereal ready and finished eating the waffles himself.

After burning his tongue on coffee that was way too hot and eating a handful of sour blueberries, Bradley was hauling Noah out to the Bronco and buckling him in. 

"Is my babysitter coming again?" Noah asked on the way to daycare. He had been asking Bradley that all week. 

"You had a lot of fun with her?" he asked as he pulled into the parking lot. "You liked her?"

"Yeah. Bring her back."

Bradley smiled and then he cringed. He liked you, too. And he'd made a complete ass of himself, flirting with you like you and he were the same age. You'd been sweet about it though. He wouldn't do it again. 

"She's going to come over again tonight," Bradley told his son as they walked into the daycare. "You can play with her all you want."

At least Noah looked happy about it. Bradley had mixed feelings about the way he would be spending his evening. He was going out with a woman from the app, his first foray into online dating. Her photos looked nice, and she was a thirty-four year old publicist. He had no idea what he was going to talk to her about, but he was meeting her at a sleek martini bar at her suggestion. He didn't even like martinis. 

"Bye, bub," Bradley said, kissing Noah and dashing back out to make it to base on time. 

And of course he was already starving again. He kept meaning to leave some snacks in the car since he was always running all over town. The first person he saw as his stomach growled was Nat.

"Did you not eat breakfast?" she asked as they walked across the tarmac. 

"I don't have any food at my house, and I don't have time to go grocery shopping," he growled, grabbing a smashed granola bar out of his helmet bag. "And I can't go tonight, because I have a date from that fucking app you put on my phone!"

Bradley was absolutely not in the mood to go on this date. However, Nat looked delighted.

"That's great!"

"Is it? Is it really? Because I'm meeting her at a fancy martini bar. I don't like martinis, and I don't like getting dressed up."

Nat rolled her eyes. "It's your first date using the app. It'll be fine."

Bradley headed straight for his F/A-18 and started to climb into the cockpit. He had the fleeting thought that he would rather be at home all evening, coloring and eating those peanut butter covered carrot sticks with you and Noah. 

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You woke up late on Greyson's couch with a stiff neck and a growling stomach. As you walked into the kitchen to get a drink of water before leaving for your first class, you found Greyson, hungover and eating Cheetos. 

"Hey," he groaned, holding his head. "You coming back over tonight."

"No," you told him, reaching for a glass. "I'm babysitting later."

He pouted in a way that you used to think was adorable when you and he were in a relationship. "But we didn't even get to mess around last night," he whispered, wrapping his arms around you.

You managed to slip out of his grip before he got Cheeto gunk all over you. "Don't ask me to come over anymore if you're just planning on playing video games."

He just looked at you like you had two heads. "Isn't our arrangement to have fun together? You could have played too."

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. "I'll text you when I'm free, Greyson. Maybe we can hang out then." 

You ducked into his bathroom to get changed and get ready to go, and you just knew stopping for coffee wasn't going to be an option. You would have to hope like hell that you'd have time to get coffee and something to eat when you left campus and headed to Bradley's house later. 

You already really liked it there. None of his mugs matched. The area rug in the living room had a snag in it. Noah had colored on the wall in the hallway. It was cozy, cluttered and lived in. And you liked the way Bradley and Noah filled the space. 

"Stop thinking about him," you mumbled as you drove yourself to class. 

Your day went by in a blur. You'd managed to get a snack and some coffee around lunchtime, but your last lecture ran late. You had the choice to stop for food or get yourself cleaned up a bit before heading to Bradley's house. 

"Stop thinking about him!" you mumbled again as you stopped in a bathroom to fix your lipgloss and your hair. Surprisingly, you didn't actually look too bad for having slept on a couch. And now you could just make yourself some coffee in Bradley's kitchen using one of his silly mugs. 

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Bradley ran through the locker room like it was a race.

"What's your problem, Rooster?" Hangman asked him, looking like he had whiplash as Bradley dashed past.

"I've got more than one, I can assure you," Bradley grumbled, pulling on clean underwear, gym shorts and a tank. "I need to stop for groceries and get Noah and be home by 6. See you on Monday."

He only had time to stop at the store he didn't like, but it was on his way to get Noah. He grabbed some fruit, macaroni and cheese, a few frozen meals, pasta sauce, and French vanilla coffee creamer. Then he picked up Noah, out of breath by the time he was buckling him into his carseat. 

"Can we see the babysitter now?" Noah asked with a smile. 

Bradley kissed his forehead. "Yeah, bub. We can go see her now." Bradley was almost as excited about the idea as Noah was. 

Your car was already there when he pulled into his driveway at 6:15. Shit, he had told you he would have dinner ready for you. Fuck, he was supposed to meet his date in less than an hour. 

"Let's go inside," Bradley said, scooping Noah up with one arm and carrying the groceries and his flight suit in the other. You must have let yourself in, because the door was unlocked. "It's just us," he called out, and you poked your head out of the kitchen. Bradley was already grinning as you smiled at both of them and came to get Noah from him. 

"Hey, Noah. Ready to color again?" you asked, taking the child in your arms. Bradley's heart skipped around awkwardly as you smiled at him over your shoulder on your way back to the kitchen. That lipgloss was like a beacon, and he followed right behind you. 

"I started making dinner," you told him. "I hope you don't mind."

Mind? Bradley couldn't think of anything better than you, coloring with Noah and making dinner. 

"I'm sorry. I was supposed to have done that."

You just shrugged and set Noah down on one of the kitchen chairs. There was an assortment of coloring and craft supplies in front of him, and he got right to work. 

"I figured you two got held up. I'm just making spaghetti, nothing crazy." Bradley watched you stir the noodles. Usually when he did that, they ended up in a gigantic clump. 

"Well, thanks. I did get some pasta sauce. And I think there are some meatballs in the freezer. Oh, and this is for you."

He watched you turn to face him, and your eyes lit up when he handed you the coffee creamer. It was as if he'd just handed you a bouquet of flowers or twenty bucks. 

"Thank you," you sighed softly. "I didn't get enough coffee today."

Bradley turned on the coffee maker for you. "That's pretty much the only thing I always have here. Drink as much as you want, please." He ran his hand through his messy hair. "I could use some too, I think."

"What time is your date?" you asked, turning toward Noah and finding him coloring the page with the hippos on it. 

Bradley's eyes went wide. "I have to be there in thirty minutes," he said, grimacing as you strained the pasta. 

You laughed. "Guys have it so easy. You can throw on some jeans and a nice shirt. Run your fingers through your hair, and bam, you're ready to go out."

He watched you work from behind, taking in your jean shorts and tee shirt. He should really be getting ready to go, but he didn't want to move away from you. "Nah, women have it easier."

You looked up at him over your shoulder again, something that already made Bradley smile. 

"Now this reasoning, I've just got to hear," you said, raising one eyebrow.

"Guys don't need a lot to work with. Makeup and all that stuff? Don't need it. Is it nice sometimes? Sure, I guess. But just hanging out at home, eating popcorn in my pajamas with the right girl sounds pretty good right now."

"Yeah," you agreed, scooping spaghetti into three bowls. "It does. Maybe that's what Noah and I will do later."

And now Bradley was jealous of his three year old child. 

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You watched Bradley inhale a bowl of plain spaghetti in his fitted jeans and blue dress shirt. He looked like any woman's dream date, and you were sure he would end up scoring a second date if he wanted one. 

"Bye, bub. Be good," he said, kissing Noah on his forehead. And when he took a step closer to you, a brief flash of him kissing you on your forehead crossed your mind. You bit your lip to keep from gasping, and his eyes tracked the motion. 

When Bradley's lips parted before he swallowed hard, you had to reach behind you for the edge of the counter. 

"I'll have my phone on. Not sure how long I'll be out. Should be home by ten?"

"Sounds good," you told him in a soft breathy voice. "No rush."

As he was turning to leave he reminded you, "Seriously, you're welcome to eat or drink anything you find."

You just nodded as he strolled through the living room and left to go make some other woman feel like she just won the lottery. 

"Hey Noah, wanna sing some songs while I do some meal prepping for you guys?" you asked. 

He was now sitting in the middle of the floor with his blocks out. "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star!"

"Good choice." You sang song after song, occasionally stopping to help him with his building projects. You sipped your coffee out of a mug that said My best friend went to Glacier Bay and only bought me this stupid mug while you portioned out spaghetti and meatballs. At least this way Noah and Bradley would have something to get them through the weekend. 

You found some frozen chicken, and next time you could make them some fajitas or something with it. But this was the saddest kitchen you had ever seen. Well maybe besides Greyson's. 

And that was the first time you had thought about him all day. You hadn't stopped thinking about Bradley and Noah. 

"Another song!" Noah exclaimed, and you started Old MacDonald for him. You put the containers of spaghetti into the refrigerator and sat on the floor with your mug of coffee. After building a few towers, you got Noah to agree to make some construction paper crafts. 

"Can you make me a dog?" he asked, and you made him a sad looking red dog. That was followed by a weird looking yellow cat and a blue moose. 

"Let's make you a crown so you can be Prince Noah," you said, pushing his dark hair back from his forehead. He looked a lot like Bradley. He was so cute, you wondered what his mom looked like. You wondered what happened to her. She didn't seem to be involved at all, and Bradley never talked about her. 

"And you can be a Princess!" he shouted. 

"Sure," you said with a laugh. And half an hour later, there was a mess of construction paper all over the floor and a giggling child in your arms. 

"We can watch one short cartoon, and then it's your bedtime," you told him. He already looked sleepy, and he couldn't stop yawning. He sat next to you on the couch with his yellow crown crooked on his head. Your own purple crown was a little crooked too, but you didn't want to take it off yet. 

You didn't want to bother Bradley on his date, but you snapped a quick photo of Noah in his crown and texted it to him. You got an immediate text back.

Bradley Bradshaw: He looks cute. Where's your crown?

You pressed your lips together. Should you send him a selfie while he was on a date? Before you could change your mind, you took one and checked it before sending it to him as well. 

Bradley Bradshaw: A crown fit for a princess.

You led Noah into the bathroom to get ready for bed with a gigantic smile on your face. You helped him brush his teeth and get changed into pajamas. You read him three books and got him a sip of water, but you were still smiling. 

"Let's leave your crown on your dresser," you told Noah, gently taking it off his head as he sank back onto his pillow. "Good night," you whispered, but he was already falling asleep. 

You felt soft and warm inside as you cleaned up the mess on the kitchen floor. You emptied the dishwasher and cleaned the counters. You picked up the toys on the living room floor. When you opened up a bag of Skittles and just started to settle in with a textbook, you got another message. 

Bradley Bradshaw: I'll be home soon. Didn't want to scare you again.

It wasn't even 9 o'clock yet! Why was he already coming home? You weren't going to complain. The idea of him kissing his date goodnight or bringing her back here left a weird taste in your mouth. You popped a few Skittles to try to make it go away. 

A couple minutes later, when the front door opened, you nearly choked on your candy. God, he was so hot. He was carrying a six-pack of beer and a bottle of wine, and you couldn't help but wish he'd invite you to hang out longer. 

"You're home so early," you said from your spot on the couch, and his eyes met yours immediately. "Was your date awful? Or did she take one look at you and bail?" you asked, barely able to contain your laughter as you adjusted your paper crown. 

His lips parted as he huffed out a laugh. Then he glared at you as he headed your way. "Okay, Princess. First of all, yes, she was awful."

You were about to ask what happened, but he continued on.

"And second, no woman has ever taken a look at me and decided not to come back for a second one." He was staring down at you on the couch, and now you couldn't remember what you were going to say. 

You pressed your lips together as heat flared through your body. "You know, I believe that," you said softly, making him chuckle. "What was wrong with her?"

He just shook his head and heaved a sigh. "Doesn't like kids."

You scoffed. "Well she'd like Noah if she gave him a chance. He's an angel."

Bradley smiled down at you before taking a seat on the couch so that his thigh was rubbing yours.

"Was he good tonight? No tears at bedtime?"

"Mmm, he was perfect," you managed to say as his body heat radiated through his pant leg.

"That's good. Hey, I need a drink. Do you want something?" he asked, holding up the wine and the beer. "I wasn't sure what you liked, but I sure as hell wasn't about to drink a thirty dollar martini."

He had thought about you when his date ended. He had thought about coming back here and having a drink with you. He had thought about what you might like. You needed to catch your breath. "Sure. I'll go grab some glasses." When you started to move, Bradley pressed the wine bottle against your leg.

"No, I'll go. You stay here."

You watched him walk away, and then you buried your face in your hands. You'd never make it out of here with your dignity intact if he kept being so sweet.

"You cleaned the kitchen," he called from the next room. He returned with two mismatched glasses and a corkscrew. "You didn't have to do that."

"I made you some meals, too. Your refrigerator reminds me of my ex-boyfriend's fraternity house," you said, pretending to shudder as he looked at you.

"Ex-boyfriend, huh? Is there a current one?"

You were going to melt. You were going to slide onto the floor and pass out. "No." You were surprised your voice came out as steady as it did. He looked pleased. He was smiling as he sat down next to you again.

"That's good. Wouldn't want to keep you here in the evenings and make him miss you. Wine or beer?"

It took you a second to realize he was asking you a question. "Um, wine." Your mouth felt dry as you watched him open the bottle and pour some for you. "So did you just ditch your date and stop at the liquor store?"

Bradley snorted as he poured himself some wine as well. "Pretty much. I should have known it would be bad from the get go, you know?" he asked, setting the bottle down and clinking his glass to yours. "She likes the opera and martini bars, and I... don't. Not that I can't hang, but I would just rather-"

"Eat popcorn on your couch in your pajamas. Yeah, I know," you said with a smirk. He just looked at you again like he couldn't quite make sense of you. "So where did you meet her anyway?" You picked up your bag of Skittles and ate a few before handing them to him.

"On an app," he said before he dumped a few directly into his mouth. 

"You're on a dating app?" You were surprised.

"Yep. My friend hijacked my phone and downloaded it. I don't even know what all she put in my profile." 

"Gimme your phone," you said, holding out your hand. "I want to see it."

He just entered his passcode and groaned. "Fine, but I get to finish the Skittles." He handed over his phone and then dumped all of the remaining candy into his mouth. You watched him chew for a moment before you looked down at his phone. 

"Holy shit," you whispered. 

"What's wrong?" he asked, leaning a little closer to you.

"Nothing, it's just your photo."

"Is it bad? Nat said all my photos were terrible."

You laughed right at him. "No. It's very good."

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Bradley was not going to be able to keep his cool for much longer. He just sipped his wine, wishing there was more candy for him to stuff into his mouth. 

"It's good?" he asked you as you scrolled through his profile.

"Oh yeah. Both of them are. But you need more photos than just the two. Wait, golden retriever energy?" You burst out laughing and let your eyes wander all over his face. "Yeah, I can see that."

"I still don't understand what that means," he grumbled, leaning closer again as you opened the tab for his matches. 

"You have almost three hundred women trying to chat you up!" 

He just scratched his mustache. "I do? Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Look," you said, holding the phone up. "That's insane. Didn't you set any filters?"

"Huh?"

"Filters," you mumbled. "There's gotta be... oh, here we go. You need filters. Otherwise you look desperate. Or like you just want to hook up." You met his eyes, seemingly searching for an answer.

"I'm not desperate. And I don't want to just hookup," he promised, leaning back against the couch and watching you work.

You leaned back too, nearly resting your face against his shoulder. He wished he could just match with you on the app and call it a day. 

"Okay, what's the age range you're into?" you asked softly, your purple crown sliding down a little bit on your forehead as you juggled his phone and your glass of wine. 

"Um, I guess my age?"

You rolled your eyes at him. "You're only interested in women who are specifically thirty-six years old?"

"Well, no. I guess broader than that," he replied. He was about to say twenty-five to forty, but he changed his mind at the last second. "How about twenty-four to forty?"

You looked at him and smiled. "Okay," you murmured, typing something into the app. "Now there's a little checklist where you can make different selections. Would you date someone with kids?"

"Yes."

"How about a smoker?"

"No."

"What about...." 

Bradley listened to you ask him each question, and he answered all of them for you. But he couldn't stop looking at you, curling up closer and closer to him. Your face was so cute and animated. Your eyes were so expressive.

"And now," you said, grinning at him. "It's time for some more pictures. You don't have any other photos saved to your phone?"

"You can look. But it's all just pictures of Noah," he said, realizing too late that when you opened his photo gallery, his most recent one was the selfie you sent him. 

"Oh," you whispered, grinning down at his phone before pressing your lips together. Bradley was too embarrassed to say anything, so he just let you swipe through his photos. "Mostly Noah," you said softly, still smiling at all of them. "Looks like I'll just have to take some."

You held up his phone and took a picture of him before he could stop you. "Oh, please don't post that," he told you, reaching for his phone, but you held it up over your head in an effort to keep it away from him.

"What? You looked okay," you said, glancing up at the screen. "It needs a little something extra though." Carefully, you removed your paper crown and set it on his head, your fingers brushing through his hair. They were gone in an instant, but now he was craving your touch. It was insane how close you were to him. You shouldn't be this close.

"How's it look?" he whispered.

"So cute," you said with a laugh, and he let you snap a photo. "We could post this one and say A Prince looking for his Princess."

"Absolutely not."

"Come on! I'm sure anyone would jump at the chance for a second or third date with that!"

Your whole face was lit up when you talked, and Bradley just wanted to play along. "Nope," he said. "It's your crown anyway. Maybe I'll just stick with calling you Princess." He gently set it on your head again, letting his fingers graze your hair. 

You sucked in a deep breath. "Only for you and Noah. He did tell me I was a pretty Princess earlier." 

Bradley wanted to kiss you. He really thought you would let him if he tried it. He let his knuckles brush against your cheek before he pulled his hand away, causing your eyes to flutter closed while your lips parted. 

"Looks better on you anyway," he whispered, memorizing the way your eyelashes brushed your cheek where his hand had just been. 

Why couldn't he feel even a fraction of this attraction to either of the women he'd gone on a proper date with? Women who were his age. What was he even thinking here?

It was as if you could read his mind when you opened your eyes. "Well, if you'd just sit nicely for me, I could take an additional photo for the app. That plus the filters should have you matching with people who you're more compatible with."

Bradley swallowed hard. "Fine," he agreed, and you were smiling so much, he couldn't help smiling too. When you showed him the photo, he had to agree that he looked pretty good, and then you were adding it to his profile.

"There," you said, finally handing back his phone as you stood and stretched in front of him. Your arms were high over your head, and your back was arched like some sort of depraved ballerina from his fantasies. Jesus, he knew he could get hard for you instantly, and that thought terrified him. 

"Thanks," he mumbled, his voice so deep and raspy.

"Now, instead of a million pointless messages and matches, hopefully you'll have a handful of good ones."

Your words made sense, and he mulled over them as you gathered up your things and headed to the front door. 

"You'll text me when you want me again?" you asked softly, and Bradley nearly moaned.

"I will," he agreed, closing and locking the door behind you with a soft groan.

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Good job, Princess. You just made him more likely to find a match online. Enjoy your babysitter fic @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 4

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Chapter 7 The ballad of a Jujutsu sorcerer

Chapter 7 of Sugar

A/N- I really love how this chapter turned out!!

Warning- Swearing, fluff, ANGST, talks of blood and death, violence, long chapter.

Pairing- Suguru Geto x Gojo!fem-reader

Episode- 2x03-2x04

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“Suguru…”

He blinks at the sound of his name softly leaving your lips. He parts his lips and looks into your eyes. He notices that you’re beginning to look nervous about something by that one look so he doesn’t say anything, he waits patiently for what you had prepared.

“I—” you cut yourself off before you could finally express yourself because your phone suddenly begins to ring.

Even so, you don’t want this to ruin the moment so you quickly pick it up and decline the call to return to what you can’t hold back anymore.

“Sorry,” you laugh softly. “Suguru—”

Once again your phone fucking rings, this time though since the person seemed desperate to reach you, you pick up the phone and read who it is; Ieiri Shoko.

Fuck her.

You answer the phone and turn sharply on your heels to begin walking down the path instead. “I was in the middle of something,” you greet your friend coldy. “It better be urgent.”

Suguru follows you at your side and without needing to say anything he reaches over and takes your hand in his, basking your cold hand with his warmth. It usually would make you smile, but because of the persistent third wheel on the phone, you don't.

“Sorry,” Shoko excuses her interruption. “It’ll be quick promsie. I just need to know where you put your nail polish? The expensive one, the very dark red one? I chipped my nail today so I want to paint them again.”

You sigh deeply and feel Suguru glance at you with worry because of it.

“It’s in my room,” you grumble and begin to examine the street now since the moment was ruined. “It’s on my vanity.”

Shoko snickers and probes. “What were you doing? Oh! Did I interrupt something?” She teases you. “I thought you were supposed to be working not inside Geto’s pants.”

You groan and move your phone away from your ear to begin rubbing the bridge of your nose out of frustration. Suguru fills with more concern, but it doesn’t seem to be urgent so he waits for you to end the call to ask instead.

“I am working,” you sneer back at the phone after you press it against your ear. “I’m working, Shoko. That’s what you interrupted. Is that all? Or?”

“Yep, that’s all I needed, so I’ll go into your room, drop off some fashion magazines you like buying, and leave, okay?”

Your annoyance falls and an intrigued smile tugs on your lips. “Wait? Really? Is it the new edition?” You ask excitedly.

“Yeah, they began selling it today so I got one,” she says.

You squeal and catch Suguru by surprise. “Okay, okay,” you exclaim. “Don’t look through it, we can look at it together when I get home, okay?”

“Understood—”

“Oh, and Shoko,” you cut her off as you remember her gift you bought her. “Today we passed by this very cute boutique, I bought us matching halter tops! Summer’s approaching so I thought we’d look very nice! Of course they’re different colors so they won’t confuse us.” You chuckle, causing Shoko to scoff softly.

“Yeah, we wouldn’t want that,” she says. “Well now I can't wait to see it.”

You grin and share your glee with Suguru before you focus back on your friend. “We’ll look super cute. Anway, I have to go. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay? Goodnight, baby.”

“Goodnight, baby, and be careful. All of you,” she redirects sweetly, letting you end the call and put your phone away again so you can put all your focus on your surroundings, and any potentially suspicious people.

“Everything okay?” Suguru finally asks.

You nod as you secure your hold around his hand. “Yeah, she just needed something from my room.”

Silence follows and what you were about to tell Suguru comes rushing back to the front of your head, causing you to once again slowly grow nervous and fearful. Albeit now the courage and blinding hope that was pushing you to express your true feelings is dwindling thanks to that call.

“What were you going to say before?” Of course Suguru doesn't forget to bring that up. He’s so sweet that way…damn.

“I…” you trail off and glance at him, managing to meet his gaze as he watches you from the corner of his eyes.

You really want to say those three words, you want him to know that you appreciate him, that you love him, but that bravery is gone and you’re doubting yourself again. So you push it away and bring out something else instead.

“I recently came to a realization about something.”

“Oh,” he breathes out softly without the slightest knowledge of what you wanted to say. Which is good, you would’ve hated seeing him upset—“What is it?” He queries.

You swallow thickly and drift your gaze away to continue looking around. “After school,” you begin to share with some sense of disappointment since you’re a coward. “I'm going to leave and start a community just for sorcerers. A paradise if you will. They won’t have to fight there if they don’t want to, they won’t have to suffer. I’ll have a school too.” You begin to smile softly at the recurring dream that’s been occupying your mind as of late.

“Students will go out but with an adult chaperone at all times, even if they’re classified as a special grade,” you continue to share. “People can stay however long they want. All kinds of sorcerers can stay and…it’ll be okay to be scared of curses there. I have the money and connections to do it. But…the most important rule will be that non-sorcerers can’t live with us.”

Yes, that's your truth. You don’t hide from it out of shame of what he’ll think.

Albeit you do look over at him to quickly read what he’s thinking. However, when you look at him he’s already looking at you and he doesn’t seem to be bothered or disgusted by that rule. His eyes are soft and awe-struck. And a soft smile plays on his lips before he laughs.

“So you’ll be a communist?” He asks.

You freeze in your steps, causing Suguru’s hand to slip from your hold as he stops a few inches in front of you to wait.

“Well,” you utter a bit in disbelief. “I never thought of it that way.” You pause and sigh deeply. No matter how you try to think of it, there’s no way around that.

Then again, you don’t mind becoming that if it means fulfilling your dream. Besides other sorcerers and your family, what has this world ever done for you?

Nothing good.

“Well,” you break your stunned silence and begin to smile without shame. “Will you try and stop me, Jujutsu Sorcerer?” You tease him and break away from your spot to hug his arm and turn him around to continue walking down the path. “Because if you are, you do have to know that I will fight with tooth and nail to keep my people safe.”

Suguru chuckles. “I won’t expect it any other way,” he says in a sweet voice. “That’s why I love you.”

What?

Suguru stops walking, and lets your hand fall down his arm so you can hold his hand as he stops walking.

“I love you…more than anything,” he says again, letting your brain know that what he said mere seconds ago wasn’t some fever dream. Making your heart begin to pound in your chest, and making a breath escape past your lips at the sound of those words.

Sure he’s confessed his feelings for you when you started dating, he poured his heart out in a way you never thought possible. But nothing beats hearing these three words spoken to you. It’s why you can’t hold back anymore. You don’t have to fear that you’re pressuring him or fear him not feeling the same way. You can share what you’ve been holding back, you can pour your heart out.

“I love you,” you confess in a shaky voice. “I wanted to say it before, I did. And I know that sounds weird now because you said it first, but I was just scared, I didn’t want to pressure you, or have you not feel the same.”

Suguru laughs softly. “That’s ridiculous,” he rebuttals lightheartedly. “You knew how I felt since the first day. And every day beyond that, I haven’t really been discreet.”

Happy tears fill your eyes, and you slowly nod your head. “I know,” you whisper. “But I was still scared.”

“You have nothing to fear, darling, I love you,” he says again whilst he cups your cheeks to then pull you in for a passionate kiss under the stars.

He’s so gentle and slow to make sure he can linger in the taste of your mouth for as long as he can before you have to part away. But when the time does come to pull away though, you slide your hands to the back of his head and pull him in again to move faster and in sync. You pull him back against a tree and slither your hands down to his neck.

Suguru slowly moves his hands down to cup your jaw, but moves one hand futher down until he reaches your shoulder and pulls back from your kiss.

You’re both aching for more, but this isn’t the place, nor is this the right time. So you have to be content with leaving things in the heat of the moment.

“I love you,” you whisper happily against his lips. “I’m glad life let us cross paths, Suguru Geto.”

Said man flashes you a soft smile before he leans in and presses a kiss on your forehead. Blissful tears escape past your eyes, and when Suguru pulls back he chuckles softly before he wipes them away with his thumb.

“Come on,” he whispers. “Let’s get back to work.”

You sigh deeply but follow after him with your hand interlaced with his, and never for a moment in your nightly patrol do you let go of each other. Never do you feel any sense of danger, nor do you see it, so it does mean that your patrol was pretty boring. But since you were with Suguru, he did make your boredom feel less so, because you know without a doubt that if he wasn’t with you and you did this patrol alone, you would have left your post or jumped in the ocean. One of the two.

However, through the patrol, that sensation in the back of your neck returned for a brief moment. Since you were with Suguru and you were watching the streets together though, you completely ignored it and instead kept asking yourself if it was okay if you never let go of the hand you held.

——

*THE NEXT DAY*

Why is it so hard saying goodbye to someone you barely know?

It’s not like you didn’t know what this mission involved. You pondered the reality of it all. It’s a necessary action. For the greater or good.

Yet as you look at her now; her young face and her gentle smile, you feel even more somber about her fate than before.

“It was a pleasure knowing you, Riko,” you tell her softly. “Thank you for everything.”

Riko blinks in confusion and presses you for clarification. “What for?”

You swallow thickly and then whisper. “For what you’ll do. Thank you.” You want to tell her that you’re sorry for not doing more for her; she deserves to live a longer life after all. But you just stay quiet out of fear that what you do say will make her begin to regret what she’s come to terms with for so long.

“Oh,” Riko breathes out before she smiles wider at you. “You’re welcome. And thank you for showing me such a good time, I had so much fun yesterday. I hope your life is as good as you are.”

You beam at her and hold her gaze for a second longer before you throw your arms around her and embrace her gently. Riko seems to get surprised by your action, but she doesn’t question returning your embrace.

Neither of you say anything else on any matter, nor do you pull away quickly, Riko actually holds onto you a little harder. As if she didn’t want to let go.

But she had to so she did and kept her eyes downcast as you moved away before you could try and convince her not to do what she was fated to do.

“Miss Kurio it was nice knowing you,” you direct at the caregiver. “Take care.”

The world is big but there’s a chance you might see her again, plus she’s not the one dying so a simple goodbye for her is more than fine.

“And you too Miss Gojo,” she redirects sweetly.

You offer her one last time before you walk over to Suguru and shoot him a gleeful smile. “I’ll see you later. Be careful okay? I love you.” You grin at the sound of those words coming out of your mouth and completely ignore Satoru’s discomfort.

“I love you too,” Suguru says back with ease and a smile. “Text me when you’re done with your mission.”

You nod and save your affection for later, instead you lastly walk over to your brother. “Be careful, okay?”

Satoru sighs and brushes you off. “Always am. Let me know when you’re on your way home.”

You nod in agreement but let your gaze linger on his exhausted face for a while longer. You try not to be any more overbearing than you already have been, so you don’t tell him anything regarding his needs after not sleeping for two days. You just offer them all one last smile before you turn away and join Haibara and Nanami waiting for you to go on your missions.

As to what they were? Many simple ones that could be done by the managers, but Satoru meddled so you’re here now, walking to a high school, yawning on the job every few minutes.

“How hard was your mission yesterday y/n?” Haibara asks as he looks at you over his shoulder.

“Well,” you roll out slowly, and hide the truth or else Nanami would be even more annoyed than he already is. “Not as hard as Satoru’s or Suguru’s. I slept like three hours last night, they didn’t. So I’m glad their mission is almost over, they’re running on fumes. Especially Satoru.”

Haibara hums softly and looks at the high school entrance ahead. “I suppose even the strongest can exhaust themselves,” he says.

Nanami scoffs. “Of course they do. What kind of comment is that?”

Haibara shrugs. “Well, when you perceive someone as strong like Gojo and Geto, it’s easy to think of them as invincible,” he shares thoughtfully. “I know they aren’t so, they’re like us in every sense.”

You smile softly before you skip ahead to fall beside him and pat his shoulder. “That’s a good way of putting it Haibara.”

“No,” Nanami cuts in in his deep voice that sounds super nonchalant. “Not at all. They’re not invincible…at least not yet,” he mumbles. “But they're not like us, they’re stronger. We aren’t, we probably won’t ever live up to them, we can get close to their level and that’s okay, but they’re different people completely. They will forever bear a heavy weight.”

Is that supposed to be his way of comfort? Or a lecture?

“No,” Haibara argues in a kind but confident voice. “I know we can never live up to be like them. I don’t want to be like them, but they are still like us. Strength doesn’t take away from what they feel. They’re not robots, Nanami. And I think that as friends and fellow sorcerers, it’s our job to at least share some of that weight they carry.”

You begin to smile wider and nod. “Yeah, I agree,” you interject. “They’re strong, we know that. But it’s like Haibara said, we still have to be there for them too. Doing it alone after all sounds pretty sad.”

Nanami sighs and mutters back, “yeah, you guys are probably right.”

Haibara and you share a quick knowing look before you both break out laughing. He has such a morbid way of thinking, but when Haibara and you talk to him he’s so easy to persuade. That or respects the thoughts of Haibara and you. You like to think that. You respect some of his after all.

“Anyway,” you drag out and focus back on your mission. “Where is this curse again?”

“Back of the school,” Nanami says. “Good. I didn't want to run into anyone. They’re always so nosy.”

You scoff and nod in agreement. “Tell me about it.”

Once you walk past the school gates, you meet up with the school principal and he points you to the location that has been giving them trouble. He said he can’t see what lurks around, but the lights flicker, there’s this horrid smell that wasn’t there before, and the students are getting hurt and breaking bones around the area. He said one of the students even tried to jump off the roof; the student didn’t know why, nor did they want to, but it felt like something was luring them to do it.

The principal didn’t say why everything began to conjure up, he was tight-lipped about that, but your manager let you know that an accident with a bullied student happened there a few weeks back. So now you’re here.

Alas when you do make it to the back of the school, all you find is one single curse. It’s tall and has one eye on its narrow head, it has long arms, and a crooked neck. You thought it’d be scarier, but It’s one that could be exorcized by either one of you with ease.

As to who? You play nose goes and Nanami loses all three rounds.

“This is a stupid mission for us,” Nanami grumbles. “It should’ve gone to the first year at Kyoto. He is alone after all.”

You swing his blade bag off your shoulder after you helped him carry it since he’s had to carry it all day yesterday, and you then hand it to him as you respond with annoyance. “Yeah well, my brother meddled.” You sigh and walk back to sit on the sidewalk. “Anyway, I don’t know how you carry that thing around all the time, Nanamin.”

“I can’t go around parading my sword,” he says as he strides over to the curse with his weapon in hand.

“I know,” you retort and swing your leg over the other before you lean back. “But maybe you could order a nice coat and hide your weapon in there.” You begin to smile while he kicks the curse back.

“You could get a cool leather jacket and be like Blade!” You exclaim and watch Haibara stand beside you. “So when you’re out on missions you just throw open your coat and pull out your sword like a badass. Or-or,” you snicker, whilst Nanami swings his sword twice across the curses chest. “Open your coat to slowly reveal your blade.”

“Nanami can totally pull that off!” Haibara interjects with the same amount of excitement. “He already acts so mysterious, that would only add to his cool exterior.”

You both chuckle and miss the way Nanami exorcizes the curse with one last blow.

“Nanami, the power of a curse, the soul of a human, and the heart of a hero,” you quote in a deep voice, making Haibara laugh harder, and making Nanami smile softly at the ground.

“You just need some cool shades,” you point out. “I’ll get those for you. And you have to say it! I promise you, you’ll be dead by dawn.”

“How do you know so much of that movie?” Nanami asks as he walks towards Haibara and you. “It’s weird.”

You sit up and shrug nonchalantly. “Satoru and I watch it a lot. It’s one of our favorite movies. We should watch it tonight actually!” You suggest. “We can make something to eat and have a cool movie night with all of us. I'm sure the guys would appreciate it after they’re finished with their mission.”

“Yeah, I’m so down,” Haibara is the first to agree. “We can make some rice balls, and some dessert for them,” he suggests as he reaches his hand out to you when Nanami reaches you, and you instinctively take it and let him help you to your feet so you can start heading out, and go onto your next mission.

However, just before you can reach your next destination, while you were walking down a city street, that sensation on the back of your neck returns. It lingers now and tingles. You find the instinct to look back again, and that’s when you see him, the same man from the restaurant yesterday.

It can’t be a coincidence can it?

He was in Okinawa yesterday, and now he’s walking down the same street as you in Tokyo? You could say he was after the Star Plasma Vessel, but she’s not with you anymore, that’s obvious, plus the bounty is down already so there’s only one reason; he’s after you.

So now it seems like you’ll have to find out what he wants.

“Dark-haired shaggy man at 6 o’clock,” you share only loud enough so your friends can hear you. “He’s been tailing me since Okinawa.”

Nanami discreetly peers back to take a peek at the man still behind you who's trying to pretend he isn’t after you by pretending to be busy on his phone.

“You sure?” Haibara asks.

You crack your knuckles and nod. “Yep.”

“Okay,” Nanami interjects. “There’s a set of alleyways coming up, lead him in there. We’ll follow your lead after that.”

They didn’t need further explanation, nor did they doubt you for a moment. They believe and trust you, it’s why you love and appreciate them. It’s why you wish that you’ll never stop working together while you remain at school. They’re your partners, your best friends, your family.

“There’s a mini mart up ahead,” you point out discreetly. “I’ll walk in there, you two keep walking, pretend we’re breaking apart for the day.”

“Gotcha,” Haibara responds with comprehension.

You keep looking ahead as if you don’t notice a thing, and when you approach the mini-mart you drift away from your friends, and they do as you asked. The guy doesn’t follow you inside, but he’s probably waiting outside in the alleyway next to the minimart, so you buy whatever snack catches your eye to keep up the act. Before you can exit the store after paying, you pull your iPod out and put your earphones in to pretend to listen to music and look oblivious.

The moment you walk out, just like you predicted, the shaggy-haired man is in the alleyway, leaning against a wall and smoking a cigarette. You keep your eyes downcast, but you feel his stare as you slowly approach the alleyway. The only reason you look up is to pretend and question your route, but once you look like you figured out to take the short way you look down and turn to the alleyway.

Once you’re about halfway down the alley, you hear the man’s feet shift against the ground before you hear his footsteps trail after you. Thus, just before you can turn left into another alley, you stop in your tracks instead and finally raise your head to look at the distant street ahead.

The man’s footsteps continue to approach you, most likely to keep up his act, but you quickly turn around to face him as you pull your earphones out and let them hang over the long loose white skirt that you wrapped around your waist.

“I hope you have a good explanation as to why you’re following me, creep,” you finally address the man, and he pretends to be startled by your question.

“I,” he stammers out as he comes to a slow stop. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just trying to get home.” He then tries to walk past you, but you step in his way and bring him to a sudden halt.

“Who are you?” You press him. “And why have you been following me since Okinawa? I’ll give you three seconds to answer me.”

The man holds your gaze with his jaw clenched for a few seconds. He doesn’t part his lips to try and speak, he doesn’t move. He narrows his gaze into a glare to try and display himself as brave and fearless, but beads of sweat begin to form on his forehead, and that clenched glower is beginning to falter.

“3,” you begin to count down with a menacing smirk tugging on your lips. “2.”

The man’s eyes widen and before you know it he throws his hands out and shoves you back.

You scoff in disgust and collect your footing right away. You then lift your eyes as you brush off the dirt the non-sorcerer man left on your shirt, and see him try to sprint the other way.

Nevertheless, before he can even reach the end of the alleyway, Haibara walks out of hiding and blocks his path as he walks toward the fearful man.

The shaggy man comes to a stop and begins to step back from sweet-looking Haibara when he notices the button on his coat. He then looks back for an escape with thick beads of sweat running down his forehead and finds it in the other alleyway at your left.

But he’s not turning there is he?

The man spins around again and sprints past you to try and run into the alleyway.

“I knew it,” you sigh out and slowly turn to watch the man reach a stairwell on a tall and wide building. “How predictable,” you mumble, and then place a hand on your hip before you peer over your shoulder as you hear Haibara approach your side.

“Boast up?” You ask him calmly as you look back at the man frantically trying to climb up to the building's roof.

“No, I’ll climb,” Haibara assures you.

You hum in comprehension and notice that the man reaches the top now.

You don’t hurry to move, you know Nanami is there to greet him. After all, you all assumed he wouldn’t want to risk getting trapped in the alleyways since he would come across Haibara at one end. So what’s his next move? Climb up because he didn’t think you’d be that smart. “You’re just teenagers after all”.Tsk.

Non-sorcerers are so predictable.

Regardless, you move from your spot a few moments later, once you know Nanami has begun to interrogate the man with his deadpan voice and nonchalant expression. Rather than climbing up though, you manipulate the air around to swiftly throw you up to the roof.

The moment you land you see Nanami walking the shaggy man back towards the edge of the building.

“Tell me what you want with her and we’ll let you go,” Nanami asks with nonchalance. “Simple.”

The man’s heels hit the edge of the ceiling so he stops and looks back with panic in his eyes. You begin to approach them and immediately catch his attention, but trigger no response.

He’s tightlipped, that’s so fucking annoying.

“Unless you like things the hard way,” Nanami says menacingly. “I can make things hard.”

You reach Nanami’s side and notice his shoe print on the man’s shirt. Ha! If only you could have seen Nanami kick the man back. He’s so cool.

“You’re Jujutsu students,” the man says in a trembling voice, and shifts his eyes past Nanami and you as he sees Haibara finally on the roof.

“You can’t hurt me.” The man snaps and lets a faint but smug smile tug on the corner of his lips.

You mirror his gesture with more confidence, and without needing to be told anything, Nanami moves to the side to let you take his place in front of the man.

“No,” you direct at the man sweetly. “We can’t hurt you. But we can for sure as hell come close.” You then gently lift your hand whilst you summon air to gather in your palm, and proceed to flick the man’s chest.

The tap wasn’t hard on his chest, but the air you threw out with that simple action shoved him off the roof as if he had been shoved back by something cold and heavy.

Now you should use the air you can manipulate to create some barrier to catch him before he can hit the ground, but…it’s as you’re watching him fall down into the abandoned ally that you begin to feel relief at the slightest thought that this non-sorcerer could die…

In the back of your head you know you shouldn’t feel the way you do. Sure being a sorcerer doesn’t mean walking down a righteous path, you don’t have to tolerate non-sorcerers either, but while you're a student you cannot harm any non-sorcerer, unless they're your target. They’re the ones you’re meant to protect after all, and yes your own personal mindset has changed from when you first got here, and it also no longer aligns with what the school likes to follow, but you know it’s wrong thinking the way you do.

It’s why you do feel a hint of remorse for feeling the way you do over the man’s potential death; even if you don’t like non-sorcerers.

Yet, that’s still not why you catch him before he can hit the ground. You do it for your own personal gain.

“Tell me,” you yell out as you jump off the roof to swiftly land on the ground to be closer to the shaggy man. Nanami and Haibara follow after you and stick at your side. All while you use the air to lift the man up a few inches so he can see that it’s still quite a drop from where you have him hanging.

“Who sent you,” you sneer and tilt his body down so he can meet your glare. “What do you want?”

The man nervously swallows back before he parts his lips. “Toji Fushiguro,” he finally spills. “He said if his mission failed…that…he'd send me a message and I had to take you by force.”

Toji Fushiguro? Toji Fushiguro?

That doesn’t ring any bells.

“Who is he?” You spat out in confusion. “Who is Toji Fushiguro?”

The man drops his head, making Nanami step forward and grab the man’s collar to yank the man up. “Answer the question,” he demands in a threatening voice.

“I,” the man stammers. “I don’t know. He’s someone that hired me for the job to take her if all fails...I just wanted the money.”

He just repeated himself. He didn’t say why this Toji guy needs you. And it’s doubtful he knows what plans his contractor has.

Could this be related to Riko? But they’re at the school now. They’re safe. So…

“What do they need me for?” You probe as you step closer to the man.

The man's eyes shift to you and he opens his mouth, but before he can even answer, the man suddenly throws his head on Nanami’s nose, causing him to yelp out and back away to grab at his offended area.

You try to react, but since the man wasn’t restrained whatsoever, just propped up basically, he manages to pull a knife out and swings it across your face.

You cry out and stumble back, and accidently let the man go since you lose concentration. Haibara looks over at Nanami and you both grabbing at your wounds and steps forward, while the man makes a run for it even if it looks like he hurt a couple ribs on impact.

And if that's true then he won't make it far.

“Nanami, y/n, what do you need me to do?” Haibara asks with concern as he walks over to you.

You shake your head and stick your hand out to stop Haibara before he can reach either of you. “Go,” you command him instead. “We’re okay. Go, try and catch him. We need to know why they need me.”

Haibara hesitates for a moment before he listens and runs after the man, leaving you to slowly drop your hand covered in your own blood, and use RCT to heal what the man did.

That technique would’ve worked that day that the non-sorcerer took you captive. Albeit you were too scared and broken to even think about it, or actually turn your negative cursed energy to positive. It works like a charm now though. What a relief.

However you are upset you can’t help Nanami heal like Shoko can.

“Nanami,” you call out and approach him as he snaps his nose back into place without as much as crying out, he hides his pain. “Are you okay?”

Said guy turns to face you with his gaze narrowed. “Go,” he brushes you off. “We have no time to waste. I’ll circle around to surround him.”

You study his nose but all you see is blood staining his upper lip now, so you just let out a deep breath before you take the long way out of this alleyway.

Once you’re out on the sidewalk you don’t see Haibara, nor the guy, but you see people stopped and looking behind them with shock, confusion, and some fear.

It has to be him. He rammed past them.

Too easy.

You run down the path that the passersby have opened after the man passed them. You cross an intersection and notice that the light is green, you can see cars speeding forward right towards you, but you simply stick your hand out and manipulate the air to create a barrier that stops the car from hitting you as you run to the other street. People honk and curse at you, but you just flip them off and follow the clues the man sloppily leaves behind.

Luckily the man doesn’t make it far, a random woman seems to figure out that you’re after him and points to an alleyway in between a theater and a restaurant.

You offer her a stiff thankful nod before you turn into the alleyway that has two possible ways out; the path you entered, and one turning the corner.

Haibara is after him, the guy knows that. He also knows Nanami is in this chase too, so running won’t get him anywhere, especially because he’s just a mundane non-sorcerer. So he’d hide if he was smart.

Where though? The theater is the only building here with their roof access open, the other one is locked. He could be there…

But he’d be trapped, so no, he’s down here.

“Tell me why they need me, I'll make it worth your while. Promise,” you taunt him as you slowly walk down the alleyway. “I bet my family could even outmatch what that Toji guy was going to pay you. Or I can.”

There’s silence, but you know he’s around here. He might even be hiding around the corner, so you quicken your stride and look over.

There’s multiple trash cans around the corner, he can be in one of those. It’d be hard to know since the trash is scattered on the ground. You’ll have to check—But…you also don’t want to get your hands dirty by touching those cans. Gross.

You shift your feet to turn and face the alleyway, but before you can move your body you then catch the man descending the theater's roof access.

“You’re going to tell me now—” You come to a harsh stop as the sound of a loud bang rings in your ears seconds before something small and sharp impales your lower back.

You try to react, see what happened, but all you can muster is silence for a few dreadful seconds. A deafening silence that’s accompanied with a blurry vision, and the feeling of your heart pounding in your chest so loud you hear it in your ears. In those few seconds you also don’t feel pain, all you have is the realization that you got shot. You just got shot by the non-sorcerer who was just sweating and stammering out of fear.

A…non-sorcerer hurt you…again. Why?

Yet you can’t even ask, nor entertain that thought anymore because your shock comes to an end, and that pain you didn’t feel before slams all over your back. Not letting you pinpoint where you got shot, not letting you stand on your feet, and knocking you to the ground where you begin writhing in pain.

“You asked,” the man shouts, or mutters, you can’t tell, the pain makes your heart pump louder in your ears, and the pain clouds your head.

“Why you,” the man continues. “Well, you were Toji’s trump card. The brother's prized jewel was Toji’s bargaining chip.” He approaches you and uses his dirty boot to flip you over so you can face him as he towers over you. “Considering I haven’t been called, his plan worked.”

You manage to sneer at him. “What?”

The man shrugs nonchalantly and snickers. He acts so tough now. Just he wait until you heal….

However, as you try to use RCT, the pain only heightens on your back and makes it feel like it’s ripping your insides.

“I wouldn’t,” he says now. “I have my trump card too. You can never be too careful with…people like you.”

You curl your lip into a snarl and throw your hand around his ankle. “I’ll kill you,” you seethe and begin to tap into your fire technique to create your fire-made snake so his blood could boil, but Haibara appears down the alleyway and makes you stop.

“Y/N!” Your friend shouts, making the man jump and then kick your side so you can let go and he can try to escape the other way.

Albeit it seems that before he can make a quick escape, he’s thrown back by none other than Nanami who finally catches up.

“Nanami!” Haibara calls out with slight panic as he falls beside you. “It’s y/n!”

You grab Haibara’s arm and shake your head. “No, let him,” you say through pained groans. “Something’s wrong, we need more information.”

Haibara meets your gaze with concern and then glances over at Nanami. You can’t see Nanami’s reaction, but you hear his fist slam against the man’s flesh.

“Just,” you stammer out. “Get the bullet out. I can heal once you do.”

Haibara’s eyes fall to the blood creeping out of your wound and nervously swallows thickly.

“Haibara,” you snap him from his stupor. “Please.”

Your friend looks at you again and nods before he uses his other hand to grab the back of your neck to try and pull you up. You try to help him by at least shifting your body, but that’s when you notice something awry with you. With your legs…

“Haibara,” you breathe out and grip onto him as fear mixes in with the pain. “I…can’t feel my legs. I can’t feel them.”

Haibara stops what he's doing and meets your gaze with a horrified look. “It’s okay,” he sputters out and lets your hand go to reach for his phone. “We’ll call our manager and take you to Shoko. Nanami!”

Tears roll down your face and everything around you once again blurs, the sounds around you don’t register. You know you’re moving, after a while you leave the man behind and return to the school with urgency, but you don’t actually register the ride home, or the panicked conversations Nanami has with Shoko on the phone. Not while all you feel is your blood pumping in your ears, and the same obilitering pain on your back; as if someone is continuously turning and twisting some sharp blade inside you.

You especially don’t register anything while you also feel something more damaging between all of it, something that’s making itself more present…anger.

It consumes the worry you initially had for your brother, for Suguru and Riko, since it all seems connected. Instead that anger drifts your focus on something else, something you can’t quite make out yet. Especially not while the pain suddenly heightens.

An agonizing pain hits you, and your throat stings as you bellow out when you feel something cold digging through your bullet wound.

It feels like you're on fire, but then it all goes black. There’s some relief, but it’s too quick because you then open your eyes and hear yourself crying because of the pain. You can even hear other voices, but they’re muffled.

“You’re hurting her!”

As far as you can tell that was Nanami, but it’s hard to identify because it all goes black again. Like before it’s only for a short while, but this time when you wake the pain is gone, instead, you feel instant relief; there’s no more stinging or burning sensations. It doesn’t feel like something is tearing you apart from the inside, it’s all gone and there’s sweet, sweet relief as your eyes flutter open.

“She’s awake,” you hear Haibara clearly, there’s no more thumping blood in your ears. He then appears in front of you and you feel joy that you can see clearly again. “Y/N,” he breathes out with relief. “You’re okay. You scared me for a moment there.”

You relish in the ease that runs through your veins, that washes over your muscles and manage a genuine smile. “I was scared there too. Where’s Nanami?”

Haibara grins and points back. “Over here. He's happy you’re awake.”

You turn your head and see him look away so you won’t see his face as he speaks. “Yeah,” he mutters, making you laugh softly before you blink and take note of the bright lights above your head, the bland white walls around you, and the screen at your sides. You’re in the medbay, so where’s Shoko?

You sit up and Haibara grabs your arm just in case you’d fall, even if the RCT Shoko used did not leave any aches. You feel brand new, thankfully.

“Where’s Shoko?” You ask and lower your gaze.

“She went to wash up and smoke I think, she was a bit stressed,” he shares. “She said that the bullet that the guy used was a cursed tool. That’s why you couldn’t heal yourself and take it out.”

You figured out that much. The actual question you’re asking yourself is where that non-sorcerer got that kind of weapon. That man that hired him?

If so, who is this Toji Fushiguro? And what does he want?

Now that your mind is clear and not invaded by pain, you actually begin to figure that out.

Considering this is all happening today, and they wanted you as leverage for Satoru, they’re probably after Riko.

So where is she? And where is your brother and boyfriend? They should be below now waiting to deliver Riko to Tengen, so they should be safe…right?

“Have you talked to Suguru or Satoru?” You blurt and snap your eyes up to look at Haibara.

Your friend quickly meets your gaze and goes serious and stiff. Which is his giveaway that he’s hiding something.

“Spill it out, Haibara,” you press him.

Said man lets out a deep breath and clenches his fist. He remains quiet for longer than you liked so you look over at Nanami sitting by the bed and press him. “Tell me Nanami.”

Nanami slowly raises his head and meets your gaze, unlike Haibara he doesn’t try to protect you by hiding the truth, he says it because he knows you won’t know some form of peace until you know.

“The man we were after said that the Toji guy was going to kill the Star Plasma Vessel,” Nanami says. “When we got to school, we found the courtyard destroyed and buildings in pieces…”

Your eyes slowly widen in disbelief, and your heart gives one hard ba-dum as you feel it creep in again…fear.

“But you didn’t see anyone out there?” You ask quietly.

Nanami shakes his head. “No. At least we didn’t check. We were too worried about you to check.”

It’d be obvious to figure out if there was people fighting outside, so it means…did they make it down to the tomb of the star now? Are they safe?

You have to know. There’s too much of a mess to not go check.

Thus you swing your legs over the edge of the bed. Haibara is caught off guard but he reacts quickly with concern.

“What are you doing? You have to stay here.”

You slide off the bed and shake your head. “No. I’m going to go find them. They might need my help.”

“Help?” Nanami asks. “If that Toji guy had our strongest students do that much destruction then you’ll only get in the way.” He’s harsh but honest.

Yet you don’t care for his honesty now. Not when it involves Satoru or Suguru.

“I don’t care,” you rebuttal softly and begin to walk away. “Oh and thank you guys,” you change the subject abruptly so they won’t continue to argue. “I know we still had missions to do, so thank you. You really saved me. I’ll see you guys later. I’ll let you know if something’s wrong.” You open the curtain that gives you privacy from the rest of the medical bay and actually come face-to-face with Shoko.

“Where do you think you’re going?” She asks and crosses her arms over her chest as she shoots you a pointed look.

“I’m going to find my brother and Suguru,” you let her know.

Shoko holds your gaze and stays put for a moment. “You should be resting,” she points out.

“You made it so I really don’t have to,” you rebuttal lightheartedly. “I’m okay because of you. So now I’m going to make sure my brother and Suguru are okay.”

Shoko sighs and steps aside. “Careful, you idiot. I healed you once today, I don’t want to heal you again in the span of one day.”

You smile at her and shake your head. “I’ll be okay,” you assure her. “I’m sure they have it under control.”

Without wasting another second you then hurry out. Not caring that there’s a tear in your jumpsuit now because of the bullet, or that the bottom half of your body is stained with blood.

You run over to where the tomb is because you hope that’s where they’d be. But the closer you get the more your fear begins to consume you, making it hard to breathe, making your hands tremble, and making a pit to grow in your stomach as if you’re expecting the worst when you keep telling yourself that it’s all going to be fine.

When you walk in the elevator shaft that goes down to the tomb, you try to listen or feel for any sign of struggle, but there’s just silence. It should give you relief, but you feel worse.

They better be okay….

They are, you tell yourself. And keep telling yourself that the entire way down. When the elevator hits the ground and it dings as it begins to open the door, you begin to move out with a straightforward vision. You step out and strain your ears to listen, and squint your eyes to see through the dim hall that you don’t notice the blood on the ground until your feet splashes in it.

“Fuck,” you breathe out and freeze. You’re scared to look down, but you need to know, so you slowly lower your gaze and gasp softly the moment you see Kurio on the ground with a pool of her own blood around her.

Is Toji here?

“Kurio?” You call out quietly.

The woman doesn’t move, you watch her back to see if it’d move as she breathed, but she lay still and silent. You then bend down to see if she’s just weak, but as you check her pulse, her pulse doesn't pump.

She’s dead. Which means…that Satoru and Suguru could be in danger. You’ll have to come back and cover her body later so someone can come and carry her out. For now, you stand up and run down the hall. The closer you get to the end, the brighter it gets, but there’s still no sign of any battle, there’s no voices.

You only hope that Riko—

Before you can finish your thought you come to a halt the moment you step out of the hall. You feel your heart immediately sink while your breath catches in your throat at the sight of…Riko on the ground with blood around her head.

Like Kurio she doesn’t move, not even to breathe. Yet you still call out for her with hope. “Riko?” You take a step forward and only see more dark scarlet blood. “Riko?”

She doesn’t answer so when you reach her you fall on your knees beside her. You notice right away that her eyes are open and still. She’s so incredibly still. But as you touch her cheek she’s still warm.

“Riko?” You call out quietly and with a crack in your voice. “I’m here. It’s Y/N.” You grab her shoulder and turn her to her back. “Riko…” You trail off and slowly check for her pulse on the side of her neck. You immediately don’t feel any sign of life, but you keep your fingers pressed against her neck as if that would change the cruel truth...Riko’s dead too.

And not dead as in she’s joined Tengen, she got shot in the head and died before she could actually reach Tengen. Then again it’s not like you cared if she joined Tengen or not, you deeply hoped she wouldn’t, you wanted her to enjoy her life, to live and enjoy her teenagehood because regardless of all the bad that you face, being one is not that bad. You wanted her to see that, you wanted her to live…

But she’s dead now. She’s actually gone.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper to her shakily. “I’m sorry it had to end this way.”

Tears stream down your face, and in that moment footsteps also begin to approach up the stairs ahead. You don’t even question that it might be danger and shoot up thinking it’s one of the two guys.

“Satoru?” You call out and walk around Riko to approach the staircase. Yet that’s when you see that who’s approaching isn’t your brother or Suguru, this a tall muscular man with short greasy black hair, a scar over the corner of his mouth, and a worm like curse wrapped around his shoulders.

This must be Toji Fushiguro. And if he’s so gracefully walking up the stairs then does that mean that Satoru and Suguru are…no…They’re probably just hurt. But how?

Is this man really that dangerous that he could outmatch Satoru and Suguru, the strongest there is?

It can’t be possible.

Nevertheless, while you’re lost in your running thoughts, the man looks up and spots you, and immediately stops in his tracks.

You lock eyes and narrow your gaze, and fist your hand to get ready to fight if need be.

“Look at how much you’ve grown,” the man says in a deep voice. “I almost didn’t recognize you, y/n Gojo.”

You knew he knew of you because he was the one that hired that goon, but this seems deeper than that. How?

He notices your confusion and scoffs before he continues to speak. “You wouldn’t recognize me, you were just a little girl when I saw you walking hand in hand with your brother several years back. He looked back at me, but you only cared about him so you didn’t even bat an eye my way.”

Okay? That only leaves more fucking questions, but you don’t bother to ask any related to that. “How?” You deadpan.

Toji blinks and squints. “How what?”

You glance back at Riko and then glance past his shoulder to look at the gap in between the lined-up buildings that are laid in several rows behind him. Toji follows your line of gaze and then huffs with a smirk tugging on his lips.

“Oh,” he breathes out and looks back at you. “You’re asking about them. Well does it matter?”

You can’t sense any kind of cursed energy on him, nothing of the sort, so it must mean one thing. “Heavenly restriction?” You ask.

Toji places his hand on his hip and his smirk deepens. “So you have more than just looks,” he quips.

You’ll have to be careful then, who knows what he’s gifted with. It’s why Riko’s dead, it’s why…Satoru and Suguru aren’t after him at the moment. He must be insanely gifted by his heavenly restriction.

Which means you can’t fight inside. Closed quarters restricts your cursed technique too much.

“I gotta ask one more thing,” you interject with your glare burning into him. “Do you mind if we take this outside?”

Toji chuckles. “You have your brother's boldness, I'll give you that. But,” he sighs. “I have things to do, girl. Plus, you’re weak, it'd be a pitiful fight.”

You scoff, and open your fist to use your cursed technique and manipulate the air inside this large corridor to turn calm resting air into gusts of wind that gather in a growing orb on your palm.

“Is that so?” You sneer. “Why don’t we try to find out.”

Toji doesn’t move, he doesn’t seem shocked by your technique, or the growing orb of air growing bigger on your palm. He steps up one stair and calmly parts his lips. “Has your brother not told you to not pick fights you won’t win?”

You ignore him and begin to lift your hand to point your palm at him, but he interjects with a malicious smile on his face.

“I killed Satoru Gojo,” he interjects. “And injured the other guy with the weird bangs, what makes you think I won’t kill you too? Sure the Gojo clan will be up my ass, but it would be good to rid this world of at least one damned Jujutsu clan.”

Did he just say he killed…your brother?

“What?” You mutter coldy, and slowly release the air you had begun to gather on your hand.

Toji grins. “Yeah, a monkey like me killed your brother,” he says again in a teasing tone.

You tap into your fire, making the dragon mark on your arm begin to glow. You want to use it against the man who said that killed your brother, but as you think about what he said you have no strength to fight back. You stay there frozen, staring at the ground with disbelief, feeling all the warmth that this room holds vanish. The warmth that your body keeps disappears, and the warmth that this earth holds fades away, leaving you and this earth cold and frigid at the thought of your brother dead.

Toji recognizes your shock and walks right past you. When he’s behind you he interjects one more time. “Let’s run into each other again once you’re stronger. I’d like to pick up on your offer then. For now…my condolences.”

You don’t bother to look back or respond. He leaves and you continue to stand there frozen in disbelief.

Satoru can’t be dead. He…can’t be gone. He didn’t leave you behind. Please don’t let it be true.

He’s still alive, you know it, you’re sure of it. You have to think that way because you know if you don’t you’ll break. It’s why you push it away, pretend like you didn’t hear those tragic words, and focus on Suguru.

He’s here, you can sense his cursed energy. And Toji did say he hurt him, so you finally break away from your spot and follow the mess a battle left behind, and end up at the edge of a deep gap made near the big tree in the middle of the room.

You look down and see Suguru lying on the ground, so you quickly use your cursed technique to use the air to help you down to where he is. Once you land on the rubble you gasp as you see the long gashes across his chest.

“Suguru!” You call out regardless of whether you see his eyes closed or not.

When you reach him your breaths quicken as your throat closes as you see the blood still coming out of his wounds and blood trickling down his lip. You want to cry too, you want to curl up to avoid the worst, because if he died too then you’d probably cease to exist. There’d be nothing but an empty flesh-made body with a beating heart but no soul.

Toji said he only hurt him, but that doesn’t make you any less right or worried. So you proceed to press your ear against his chest and wait with your breath held.

A second passes before it feels like you can breathe again as you thankfully feel his heartbeat in his chest.

“You’re okay,” you mumble and close your eyes to sigh with relief.

“Y/N?”

You tear your eyes open and lift your head to meet Suguru’s dark eyes.

“Hey Sugar,” you whisper softly before you press your forehead against his and bask in the fact that he’s alive.

Suguru uses the strength he has and grabs your hand.

“Why are you crying?” He whispers softly.

You pull your head back and sniffle. “I was scared. That’s all.”

His lips twitch to a faint smile. “I’m okay,” he mutters.

You laugh softly and nod. “You will be when we get you to Shoko. So come on, I’ll help you up.”

It’s a struggle to get him up since he’s actually very heavy, but he helps you. It’s easy after that, you use your cursed technique to get you back to the stairs. And it’s then that he actually breaks his silence. “Y/N…Satoru is—”

“He’ll be okay,” you cut him off and secure his arm around your shoulders as you begin to climb the stairs. “He’s strong. I know he’ll be okay.”

“Y/N,” he says again, this time with pity that gets you upset.

“I said he’ll be fine!” Your bottom lip trembles and tears fill your eyes again. “I’m sorry…I just need to believe it…I can’t think otherwise. I won’t be strong enough to face that truth. So for now please just let me believe my brother is alive.”

You feel Suguru’s pitiful stare before he whispers, “okay.”

“Okay,” you whisper back.

Shortly thereafter you reach the top of the stairs and Riko’s body is gone. All that's left is a puddle of her blood and her torn headband. You don’t comment on it, nor does Suguru. You just see him look at the spot where she had been last.

What could you say? He’s probably beating himself up over what happened, he lost, what can you say that’d comfort him? It all sounds like it won’t help him.

“Are you okay?” Suguru asks quietly, breaking you from your stupor. “Besides all this I mean. You’re home early.”

He’s the one bleeding out and he’s worried about you?

You sure are glad he’s not dead. He’s one of a kind.

“I…got shot,” you share, making him snap his eyes at you, showing his shock and confusion.

“After my second mission,” you continue to explain. “I spotted this man who had been following me since Okinawa. We confronted him—”

“Since Okinawa? Why didn’t you say anything?”

You shake your head. “Let me finsh,” you brush him off. “We confronted the guy about it and he said he was hired by Toji Fushiguro…the guy you just fought. He said if Toji’s plan failed he’d use me as his trump card against my brother. He ran after, we chased him, cornered him and he pulled a gun out and shot me…fucking non-sorcerer shot me,” you mumble.

“It hurt like a fucking bitch,” you continue. “But Nanami and Haibara brought me home, and Shoko healed me,” you finish. “So we both have had quite a fucking day.” You meet his gaze and sigh.

“Yeah,” he says. “It seems we have.”

You reach Kurio’s body now, and again, neither of you comment on it. All you do is stop to pull off your long white skirt and cover her with it before you walk in the elevator with Suguru draped at your side. The ride up is quiet, the way to Shoko stays that same way as well since all you can both think about is Satoru. One of you thinks of his death, the other denies the truth and clings onto the hope that he’s okay.

Unknowingly one thought you both do share is gratitude that one another is there.

And you wouldn't have left his side until he was healed, but you can’t go on without making sure your brother is okay, or if he’s actually…gone. So when you enter the medbay again you sit Suguru down, and just interject over your shoulder as you turn to walk back out the door.

“I’ll be back.”

“Where are you going?” Shoko asks.

You stop when you reach the door and respond hopefully. “I’m going to find my brother.”

No one stops you or tells you otherwise. They don’t follow after you, nor do you ask for help. You walk to the destruction out in the courtyard and see Nanami and Haibara trying to get rid of the fly heads that swarmed the courtyard. Yaga and a few other teachers are out here too, but no one says a thing to you, they’re careful since they also know what happened.

It’s like they expect you to react badly. But that can’t be further from the truth, after all your brother's killer stood in front of you for a while and you didn’t react. Even if you were known to overreact (which you don't), this moment isn’t one of them. You’re barely hanging on as it is.

And when you see all the open field, the flat land littered with rubble, you expect to see him there, sitting or standing, laying even, but when he’s not obviously in front of you, it—everything…well you can’t even explain what you feel besides desperate.

He’s eveything to you. He’s the good of this world because when you hated your life he was always there to make it better, to hold your hand and comfort you after your parents showed you only cruelness. He was your warmth and your strength.

For so long he was all you had, so if he’s gone, who are you in this vast world? Where are you? You’ll be lost without him.

He’d always find you when you were lost. Late as always, but he always found a way to you.

So you plead now to whatever higher being that exists that he’ll find a way to you. You’ll wait at home if need be, you hate your fucking house, but you’ll go back to wait for him there. You’ll wait at school, where his blood lays drying to the rubble first though. If night comes, if summer passes and fall dries the leaves then you’ll continue to wait.

“Y/N?” Haibara whispers.

You hug your knees tighter against your chest but don’t bat an eye his way. “I’m waiting,” you mumble.

Haibara climbs onto the piece of rubble you sit on and takes a seat beside you. He doesn’t say anything right away, he just exhales softly before he drops his shoulders and looks up at the sky.

“Regardless of today's events,” he interjects softly. “It is a pretty day. Aren’t these kind of days your favorite?”

You glance up but the sky isn’t as blue as before. It looks kind of dull. “I’m currently debating,” you retort and lower your gaze to watch the grounds in case you’d see your brother.

“I have a younger sister you know,” he says, making you slowly look over at him.

“I remember you mentioned her before,” you fill the silence that followed.

“She can see curses too, so I forbade her from following my footsteps,” he pauses and swallows thickly. “And I know,” he continues and lowers his head to meet your gaze. “I can’t relate to what you feel, or compare to the bond you share with your brother, but I know if something happened to my sister I’d feel the same.”

Tears fill your eyes and a wobbly smile tugs on your lips as you interject. “But you’re strong, Haibara. I see it, you have the strength to protect your sister from all the bad. I…never could protect my brother, I always needed him. And maybe if I was stronger I would have been assigned with him and Suguru, I could have helped him and been here, but…I am not strong.” You shake your head and feel your bottom lip tremble as you feel the need to cry. “And if he’s actually gone then…I don’t know who I’d be. If I was stronger I could have avoided this or-or had it so it was me, not him.”

Haibara scoffs softly. “You really think Satoru wouldve let that happen?” He asks.

You laugh softly and shake your head. “No. But I would’ve tried.” Now you’re dangling over the edge of the abyss.

Your friend hums and lifts his head to watch a little bird fly by, you let your gaze fall and watch the grounds again.

“You said you wouldn't know who you’d be if your brother was gone,” Haibara whispers. “I think I know who you’d be. You would be you.”

You blink and meet his gaze again with tears running down your cheeks.

“Of course you’d be a little different, loss will do that,” he continues to say. “But you will always be yourself.”

“How do you know?” You question. “He’s all I know. I owe my life to him. He’s my home.”

Haibara meets your gaze once again and smiles softly now. “I know because the love you have for your brother is something that you’ll always have,” he says in a soft voice. “In order to carry that, to carry his memory with you, you have to keep fighting to live and keep your heart to be you. If you don’t then that’s when you lose.”

He’s so young and not so wise yet, but can you blame him? He’s young. Yet he always seems to know what to say, maybe it’s because he’s an older brother. Satoru always knows what to say, or do, sometimes he may not communicate it right, but he does share that same trait with Haibara.

“Thank you,” you tell your friend as you wipe the tears off your cheeks. “Can I hug you?”

Haibara grins and nods. “Of course, go for it.”

You smile wider before you throw your arms around him. “Thank you,” you whisper again.

Haibara hugs you back and rubs your back. “Of course, that’s what friends are for.”

You smile softly and tighten your hold around him.

“Besides,” he adds. “I don’t believe your brother is gone, he’s strong. He’s not here either so I know he’s fighting. We’ll see him soon enough.”

You pull back and sigh shakily. “I hope.”

“Y/N?”

You gasp softly and feel your lips twitch to a comforted smile as you hear Suguru call out for you. You look over to where his voice comes from and immediately where there was bleak and dullness, the sky regains its bright and soft color. Your once-racing heart slows down to a calming beat. Those breaths that once felt so hard to take, ease back to normal.

As Suguru gets closer to the crater you now notice he’s carrying clothes in his hand. You also see that he’s wearing clean clothes now, he no longer has blood or marks on his face. Yet he still wears a melancholy look that you noticed before too.

“Thank you,” you direct at Haibara again as you stand up.

Your friend pushes himself up and offers you a gentle smile, letting you jump over the gap that was in between the rubble and the rest of the ground. You then meet Suguru halfway and see he’s holding your clothes.

“How are you feeling?” You make sure to ask first before he can say what he needs to say. “Any lingering effects?” You ask and reach over to grab his arm to study him.

Suguru shakes his head. “No, I’m fine. Thanks to Shoko.” He glances over at the rubble and studies the field for a moment in search of his best friend.

“When I got here all I saw was a puddle of his blood,” you let him know, and pull his gaze back to you. “He’s going to be okay.”

Suguru hesitates before he nods softly. “Yeah,” he whispers unsurely. As if he’s only trying to comfort you. “He will be.”

You sigh and slide your hand up to grab his shoulder. “He will be,” you assure him now that Haibara has filled you with hope.

Suguru holds your gaze as he lets out a deep breath, and you feel his shoulders fall before he nods lightly. “Yeah,” he whispers.

You offer him a soft smile and raise your hand to caress his cheek even if there could be people watching. “I’m glad you’re okay. You scared me.”

The corner of Suguru’s lips tug upward just slightly before he grabs your hand and strokes your knuckles.

“I brought this for you,” he says and pulls your hand down so he can place it on the clothes he’s holding—“I want you to come with me to recover Riko's body.”

You blink and your soft smile fades, whilst your heart sinks now. Suguru notices your change in emotions and begins to caress your knuckles with his thumb since he didn’t actually let go of your hand when he made you grab your clothes.

“The Star Religious group has many facilities,” he adds. “But I’m willing to go to each one until we find her. She deserves better than that.”

You nod without hesitation. “Yeah, she does,” you agree. “I’ll go with you, but…what if we run into Toji?”

Suguru’s gaze hardens. “Then we kill him.”

“That’s if Satoru hasn't gotten to him first,” you mention to keep yourself hopeful and avoid falling into the abyss you still dangle over without actually knowing if Satoru is okay or not.

“Yeah that's right,” Suguru agrees in a tone that lets you hear his doubt.

You want to ask him why he’s so sure that Satoru is really gone, it pisses you off that he’s not hopeful, but you remind yourself that people are different with the way they process loss, plus Satoru is his best friend. If he’s too hopeful and you meet disappointment then it will hurt a lot worse, so he probably just doesn’t want to get his hopes up for his own sanity. You need to remember that.

——

*LATER*

Upon going to the first Star Religious facility you started off with blazing hope, but when that turned out to be empty, that light flickered. You went to the second location and when you found nothing there too that flame within you began to dim, but you kept holding onto hope that you’d find your brother.

Yet you went to the third one and that was empty too. Now you’re going to the fourth one, the sun is going down and taking your hope along with it.

As for Suguru’s hope? He kept on a straight face each time, only letting flickers of disappointment show visibly when you’d come across an empty building. However, you know him well, you’ve been intimate and vulnerable together, you can see his sorrow behind his seriousness. And you can guess what he might feel, you can’t be completely sure but from what’s happened you like to think you know.

Plus seeing him be that way adds to the ache you already feel, especially because he’s a lot quieter than usual. You can’t just continue going without at least trying to help in the way he helps you.

“It’s not your fault you know,” you interject and blink to look at him looking at the street ahead. “What happened today wasn’t your fault, Suguru.”

Said man sighs deeply and his gaze hardens. “How can you say that when Riko is dead? When Satoru is gone too.”

You swallow back nervously and avert your gaze. “Because you couldn’t know it would happen,” you tell him softly. “Toji Fushiguro was gifted with Heavenly Restriction, there’s no way you could be prepared for that. But you tried, you fought and that’s what matters. It’s what Satoru will see. It’s what I know.”

Suguru looks over at you, and you look at him with a faint assuring smile. He doesn’t say anything, his sorrow doesn’t vanish at the sound of your words, and it’s doubtful his guilt disappeared either.

“Look,” you add. “What happened today is an accident in life we will have to live with. So the best you can do is learn from what happened and be better. Blaming yourself won't lead to anything good.”

Suguru holds your gaze and exhales deeply before he nods softly in comprehension. Who knows if he’ll listen to you, but you hope he does take it into consideration.

“Thank you,” he says quietly.

You offer him a wider smile. Yet that quickly falters as you look into his kind eyes and remember something that happened to you. Something he might find…disgusting.

Suguru notices your falter because of course he does, and doesn’t hesitate to probe. “What is it?” He asks.

You could keep quiet and not tell him anything you felt about that non-sorcerer today. He doesn’t have to know of your defection, he’s so…righteous after all, he’s so good, he’ll lose interest, he’ll hate you. You couldn’t live with that.

But…you said you don’t want to be the partners that hide things from each other out of fear of judgment, or out of selfishness. You don’t want to keep secrets from him, so he needs to know. And if his heart changes the way it feels about you then…you’ll have to live with it.

“Today,” you begin to say quietly. “When we were chasing that non-sorcerer that had been spying on me. We needed to get information out from him but he wouldn’t speak. So I…threw him off the roof, I caught him of course, I just wanted to scare the information out of him, and it worked. Kind of. But that’s not the point…” you pause and let out a shaky sigh. “The point is that…when he was falling I…felt relief at the thought of his death.”

You keep avoiding Suguru’s face out of fear. You even walk a bit ahead to avoid even catching a glimpse of his reaction.

“Well,” he breaks his silence. “He hurt you…it’s normal.”

You shake your head and mutter. “No. He hadn't hurt me yet.”

Suguru hums, and you feel as if someone clutches onto your heart. You don’t want him to hate you. Not him.

“Do you regret it?” He asks in a quiet voice. “Feeling the way you did.”

You sigh and nod. “I did,” you say the truth. “I felt remorse because I knew it was wrong, because it’s not what I’m supposed to feel as a Jujutsu Sorcerer.”

“That’s right,” he agrees. “And as long as you know it’s wrong, as long as you feel remorse then you can work on what you felt.”

You nod, but you don’t feel relieved yet. “You don’t hate me because of it. Do you?”

Suguru stops walking, so you do too, and slowly peer back to look at him. You’re afraid to read his reaction because you know you’d see what he truly felt, but you have to so you slowly lift your eyes.

And surprisingly when you do meet his gaze he’s looking at you with a soft look and a faint smile. “No,” he reveals. “I don’t hate you because of it. Do you really think I would?”

You shrug and slowly turn to face him completely. “You’re a good person, who feels strongly about your views of this world and your place in it. You often butt heads with Satoru because he contradicts that. So…yes I was scared that you’d hate me because of it.”

Suguru exhales and drops his gaze for a moment. “I could never hate you,” he assures you as he meets your gaze. “If our views in this world change then…they do, I can’t force you to feel the way I do. You have your reasons to feel the way you do, I can never make you forget that. Would it change things? Maybe, but I wouldn't give up on you because of it. That’s not what love is, is it?”

That grip around your heart disappears and you finally feel relieved. But you can’t smile yet. “I don’t know if I will ever go back to the way I felt about non-sorcerers, so please don’t feel like you have to stay with me because you want to avoid hurting me. It’ll hurt, but sometimes we can’t agree to disagree. So please always be honest with me.”

Suguru holds your gaze and nods without hesitation. “I promise I will.”

You offer him a tiny smile and a soft nod. He returns your gesture before you both begin to continue towards the fourth facility with your hands brushing against each other.

It’s not a long ways away now, you made sure to have the manager park the car as close as they could without potentially alerting anyone. But even still the walk felt eternal with your nerves as high as they were.

When you could finally see the facility you looked out for any sign of Satoru, but all you found past the perimeter was that worm-like curse Toji Fushiguro had wrapped around him. It was cut in half and dragging itself away. Which could only mean one thing…Satoru should be around here, and Toji should be taken care of.

Why else would his curse be here without him?

Then again would curses have any sense of loyalty? Without being controlled that is.

Who knows. And who knows how Toji got this curse to bond to him. It doesn’t matter now anyway, his curse is here, bleeding out and stopped in front of Suguru and you. It even lifts his head and tilts it.

“Mommy!” It says, making your shoulders jump out of surprise that it spoke—“Hug me!”

You can’t decide if you feel disgusted by it or strangely awed by the curse. It’s kind of ugly cute.

“What…are we going to do with it?” You ask quietly as if the curse would understand.

Suguru looks at you with the same disbelief he looked at the curse with. “What do you mean what we’re going to do with it?” He asks.

You shrug and point at it. “I could, I don't know, exorcize it, or you could…keep it.” You both then look over at it and Suguru’s disbelief turns to slight disgust. He doesn’t answer you so you begin to lift your hand off your side to get rid of it with your fire.

However, Suguru reaches his hand out and summons it into a ball first. You didn’t think he’d absorb it then, he usually doesn’t like to when you’re around; even after you assure him over and over again that you don’t mind whatsoever, but this time he does swallow the curse.

“Satoru must be here,” you mention as he takes a minute. “I think we found the right place. Come on.” You break away from where you are and eagerly follow the trail of blood the curse had left behind. Suguru tows behind you, urging you to be careful, but those warnings don’t hit your ears with your heart pumping as fast it was with anticipation.

Once you make it past the gate and inside the outside courtyard, you find the reason the curse was out in its lonesome. You find Toji dead in front of a big hole made to the facility's wall. He has half of his torso missing, and his hand is disregarded in front of his body.

You’d say you feel bad, it looks like such a bad loss, but he killed Riko. He won’t get any sympathy from anyone. Actually, you feel happy because it means your brother should be here.

Thus you run inside. The entrance of the facility is empty, but you follow the signs that point to a main hall, you rush down some steps that lead to a corridor lit by eerie red lights, and find metal doors at the end of it.

“Y/N, wait,” Suguru calls out, but again you don’t listen, you run to the doors and pull them open.

It’s only when you open them that you actually stop. Not out of disappointment like the other three times, this time there’s actually people inside, you finally found the right one. You stop because you see non-sorcerers filling the room with thunderous applause, because you see them smile as if they’re proud of something. Yet you don’t know what.

As you slowly walk in the room that thunderous applause seems to get louder, deafening so. You want to investigate more, find what has them all excited, but you notice the crowd begin to part and stop to watch.

When the row of non-sorcerers in front of you breaks apart you finally see what they’re making way for, it’s Satoru. It's your brother, he’s alive, stained with blood, and with his head down, but he’s walking towards you with…Riko’s body.

She’s covered but regardless, seeing her lifeless body in your brother's arms takes away every bit of excitement you felt upon seeing him after you feared he died.

“You’re late, Suguru,” Satoru breaks you from your stupor. “No, I guess you got here fast. There are several Star religious group facilities in the city, after all,” he says and stops walking before you. He then lifts his head and you see how completely numb he looks.

“Satoru,” Suguru calls out in disbelief. “Is that you? What happened?”

“I see you already saw Shoko,” your brother changes the subject.

“Yeah,” Suguru says. “She healed me. I’m fine now.”

How is Satoru fine? Toji said he killed him, and Shoko didn’t heal him so…does that mean he healed himself at those last minutes?

That has to be right, nothing else explains why he’s here.

Then again, not like you care, all that matters is that he’s alive.

“Satoru,” you finally call out with relief, and finally manage to look away from Riko.

Your brother blinks and meets your gaze.

“You’re okay,” you point out. “How?”

“I finally figured it out,” he mutters in that same expressionless voice. “How to use Reverse cursed technique.”

“Good,” you assure him. “I'm proud.”

He hums and blinks slowly again to look back at Suguru behind you.

“Me being safe doesn’t help anything here, does it?” Suguru says.

“I screwed up,” Satoru cuts in, making your breath catch. He just never likes to admit that—“you’re not at fault.”

“Let’s go home, Satoru,” you interject softly and with worry.

“Suguru,” he interrupts coldly. “Should we kill these guys?”

You freeze but still glance around at all the people gathered around and still clapping with stupid smiles on their faces.

“The way I feel right now,” Satoru continues saying. “I doubt I’d feel anything about it.”

“No,” Suguru doesn’t hesitate to answer. “There’s no point.”

The non-sorcerers continue to clap, louder and louder. They don’t stop smiling either.

“It looks like there are only common followers here,” you hear Suguru say, whilst you watch them all still clapping and barely notice Satoru begin to walk past you—“The masterminds who know about our world have probably fled already.”

Then why are they still here? Clapping. Smiling.

You didn’t know why they celebrated before but now you do. You finally know and it disgusts you. They all disgust you. She was innocent.

“And unlike with the bounty they won’t be able to talk their way out of this,” Suguru adds. “The organization had problems to begin with. It’ll dissolve soon enough.”

“No point huh?” Suguru retorts once he’s past the metal doors. “Does there really need to be any point at all?”

Suguru doesn’t respond right away now, he stays quiet so you turn with your head high and made up about the thing that troubled you before.

You no longer feel remorse for wanting that non-sorcerer dead, nor do you feel bad for feeling disgusted by these non-sorcerers clapping and smiling over an innocent girls death. They’re…below you anyway, they’re not worth saving. They’re just mundane non-sorcerers after all.

“It’s very important that there is,'' Suguru finally responds to Satoru's question, causing you to stop under the door frame. “Especially for a Jujutsu Sorcerer.”

You know your point to all this. You’ve known now for a while; fighting for people like you. Getting stronger to fight for them to have a better life from the curses non-sorcerers create, from the evil you’ve seen. You’ll get strong for yourself and for your family. So you don’t lose again. That’s your point.

“Y/N?” Satoru calls out.

You look up at him and hum in response.

“Let’s go home,” he says.

You look back at Suguru still standing inside the hall and hesitate for a moment, you wait until he moves before you move and respond back. “Yeah, let’s go home.”

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A/N- Don’t you guys love it? A cult leader and a communist in the making? Also that worm is now their child. Let’s hope is not a child of divorce soon…

#fanfiction #damn-stark #sugar #chapter 7 #jjk #jjk fanfiction #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fanfiction #jujutsu kaisen #jjk s2 #jujutsu kaisen season 2 #Geto suguru #geto suguru fanfiction #geto suguru x fem!reader #geto suguru x y/n #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x gojo!femreader #geto suguru fluff #geto suguru fic #Satoru gojo #Satoru gojo x sister!reader #haibara yu #nanami kento #shoko ieiri #toji fushiguro #riko amanai #Kurio jjk #fluff #angst #fanfic

[ransprang]

Vi + piss kink

Kinktober 2023

Vi - Piss Kink

You and Vi were on a 3-day, 2-night trip to Cameron Highlands in Malaysia. It was your turn to drive, and Vi was lost in her thoughts, gazing out the window. There was not a tandas in sight. You had been driving for the past hour, your eyes slowly closing due to the monotonous drive. Vi looked at you with a slight smile, but you noticed her wrinkled forehead, paying it no mind.

"I actually quite like the rubber trees on the side; it's quite peaceful to be amongst tropical nature," you said.

"I like being here with you, all alone in a new country," Vi replied.

You smiled back as you switched gears, bringing your focus back onto the road. Vi returned her gaze to the scenery but you noticed her thighs tense up as she began to squirm in her seat. You tried to put it out of your mind, but the hours rolled by, and Vi's squirming had only multiplied as she drummed her fingers on the dashboard.

"What's wrong?" You finally asked, reducing the volume on the radio, which was currently blaring the song 'Highway to Hell'. "Nothing, cupcake. Can we stop at the nearest rest stop? I just need to use the toilet." "Oh," your cheeks colored. "I think we passed the last one 15 minutes ago. There won't be one for at least an hour now." Vi's fingers stopped drumming. "Oh, fuck it, I can't hold it in that long. I'll just go behind a tree or something. Pull over whenever you can." You nodded tightly, your blush refusing to leave your face. "Why do you look so red, cupcake?" Vi asked. "Nothing, it just seems like such a waste," you gave her a meaningful glance, shyly shifting your gaze from the road to Vi's face. A look of understanding crossed her eyes, and her lips immediately quirked in a sly grin. "Is that so?" she replied speculatively. You pursed your lips in excitement.

You reduced your speed, wanting to drag out this journey even longer to watch Vi squirm. She always teased you; today was your turn. Vi had dangerously let loose of her seatbelt and began rubbing her thighs together, arching her back. You couldn't help but stare at her sexy posture as her chest jutted out with each arch, and those thick, muscular thighs slapped against one another. She was biting her lower lip in desperation, in pain. She needed to relieve herself.

Eventually, you spotted a place to stop the car and accompanied Vi into the forest. You could see her straining to hold it in, her flushed skin almost matching the colour of her hair. She turned towards you, her eyes bright and intense, "I really need to go, y/n".

"Please not yet, Vi," you begged her, as you kissed her pushing your body against hers, creating pressure on her stomach, pinning her against a tree. Your nimble fingers made quick work of her clothes and you slid your fingers into her warm folds. You reveled in the slow, rhythmic movement of Vi’s hips as she ground down on your fingers. She deepened the kiss as you increased the pace when suddenly Vi pulled away and whispered, "I can’t hold it in anymore."

Wordlessly you knelt before her, admiring the view as she took off all her clothes instead of just her shorts revealing everything, out in the open in the forest. Any trekker could have seen this sexy woman pissing. She got close to you, her pussy towering above you, close to your face as she released.

Vi’s eyes rolled back from relief as the warm liquid rolled down your face through your t-shirt onto your chest, beads rolling down to your own nethers. You felt so turned on, Vi fingered herself through her orgasm as she peed all over you. You slipped one hand down your own panties, you were already on the verge so it didn’t take long for you to orgasm as well. You both came behind the tree, letting out moans.

When she was done she stepped away, leaning against the tree, and pulled you by the hand towards her. She kissed you tenderly, and whispered, “Good girl,” in your ear. Just at that moment, you heard the rustling of leaves prompting you two to wear your clothes immediately and rush back to the car. Vi reached out to a big water bottle and poured it on you to clean up before getting back in to drive. She proceeded to chug the rest of the bottle, leaving you shocked. She chucked with an evil look in her eyes and sat back in for the next leg of the journey.

your piss,

admins sav & san

#vi x you #vi x reader #vi x y/n #arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane x reader #vi arcane #vi lol #lol #vi league of legends #league of legends vi #league of legends #league of legends x reader #lol x reader

[just-my-type-x]

Handcuffed to my best friend for 24hrs w/ Colby & he constantly makes sexual jokes & flirty comments

"Colby, i swear to God..."

imagine this takes place in the apartment building theu used to live, but it's only y/n who lives there.

btw, i'll stick to y/n being the editor for the boys as in the You're Fucking With My Head imagine, but they're still friends here

Pic from Pinterest

I take my laptop and sit on the couch as i am watching Sam and Colby's uncut video from Cosmopolitan Hotel. I look around me and try to find my headphones, but i see them on the kitchen counter. i sigh, getting up and putting the laptop aside to go grab them. as i lift the headphones off the counter, i hear a knock on the door. I swear there's always something going on when i have to work.

"Hello, Y/N", Colby smiles with his camera right in my face. "What are you doing?"

i raise an eyebrow at him. "Working for you?". i let him inside and notice that one of his hands is hidden behind his back. i shake my head, thinking nothing should surprise me anymore. "Why are you filming?", i smile and wave at the camera.

"Can you help me angle this camera on the counter real quick?", i nod and walk up to him and take the camera away from him, positioning it on cereal box. all of a sudden, when i'm about to turn around and face him, i hear a click and something hanging on my wrist.

"What the fuck, Colby?", i laugh and raise our both hands in the air, seeing them handcuffed together.

"Welcome to my channel and today we're doing 24 hours handcuffed to my best friend challenge. today, we're going to spend the whole day together, we'll go to the bathroom together, we're gonna eat together, who knows, maybe see each other naked", he laughs and i pull him harshly by the handcuffed hand, earning an ouch and the same pull from him.

"we're definitely not going to the bathroom together", i shake my hand and grab the camera to sit on the couch.

"Can we shower together?", my mouth falls open and he just laughs at me. "i'm playing, y/n, oh my God". Colby takes the camera in his free hand while i struggle to lift my laptop with his heavy arm lingering.

"Excuse me, but can you lift your arm for a second? i already have a laptop in my hands, i can't lift your arm too", i laugh and shake the laptop up and down, while his arm barely moves.

"Sorry". he chuckles and pays attention at what i'm doing. "Ohhh, you're working on the Cosmopolitan Hotel!", he realises when he sees Rug on the screen. i nod and start cutting the video and adding subtitles here and there, when Colby would either say so or when i would consider them necessary. when i'm concentrated enough, he pulls his hand, making mine fall off the laptop. because i was working with my right hand, i drag a few already edited frames through the ending ones.

"Colbyyyy!", i exclaim in disbelief that the past 45 minutes work is going to take at least 10 minutes just to find it between the other frames.

"oh shit, i'm sorry", he laughs and i put the laptop aside. i get up and drag him off the couch.

"i can't work with you, let's do something else. let's go brush our teeth.", i drag him along with me and i feel mu wrist hurting because of the tightness of the handcuffs. i give him a spare toothbrush that i have and we both start brushing out teeth, while i curse because my right arm is weighed by his. when we're done, i realise i'm wearing house clothes, which means i have to change before we go anywhere outside, but i'm not saying anything to him yet. i start doing my make up, trying to make his video fun to watch. while applying my eyeshadow, Colby keeps moving his hand, making my brush fall on my cheek. looking like a clown, i start putting make up on his face too, not being too able to move because his leg is cought between my legs. he keeps ow-ing when my hand stretches his wrist when i apply the eyeshadow on his eyes.

"We look very beautiful", he says while looking into the camera and arranging his hair. i chuckle.

"that color matches you very well.", i laugh when he gives me an "are you kidding" look.

"you look better with it. remember when you wore it last week?", he smiles at me and i blush

"shut up, Brock. you don't even know what you had for breakfast. you can't remember that"

"well, at least i tried to see if you believe me", he laughs and gets up, taking me with him. i roll my eyes.

"what's up with you guys, being so asshole-ish? comment down below why you think Colby's and asshole.", he takes the cereal box from earlier and throws it at me. i throw it back and hit his nose.

"ouch", he says and i put my hands over my mouth, thinking i hit him too hard. i approach him and try to take his hand over his nose to see if he's bleeding or anything, but he takes it off and starts tickling me. i drop to the floor with him over me, none of us being in the frame of the camera. somehow, i know he'll want this scene deleted and i'll gladly do that. i try to stretch my arm so my wrist wouldn't be twisted so much by Colby's movements, but i also stretch his arm out and he collapses over me. we both gasp when he hits his chest with mine. "i'm so sorry, are you ok, y/n?"

i nod, but none of us moves. he lifts himself up on his free arm and i take a deep breath when he's off my chest. concerned, he asks me one more time if i'm fine and i nod. the close space between us makes me uncomfortable and i try to get up, but Colby pushes me back down. i frown at him. "Colby, you keep me too warm, i hate it. i have a massive hoodie on me and it's 130 degrees outside. please get up or i'm getting violent."

"i'd like to see that", he chuckles and his confidence annoys me. i flip us on the floor and i'm on top now. Colby raises his eyebrows in surprise at me. i stretch or arms again, as i lay on him the same way he layed on me. "oh wow, it really gets hot", he gulps and i smirk at him, because he got intimidated by our position. i get away from him, but still sit on top of him, seeing how he gets uncomfortable.

"never challenge me at something, boy", he rests his hands on my thighs and i only realise it after a few moments. "oh, wow, the camera's still recording", i straighten my voice and get up to stop the camera. Colby scratches the back of his neck. "i need to change, how are we going to do this?", i ask him and i blush

"don't you have something underneath?", he asks, frowning, as he's really trying to find a solution

"i have a sports bra, that's not the problem, since every girl in LA almost walks like that through the city. my problem is how i take my hoodie off"

"well, i'll uncuff us and just tell the fans we did that because i respect your privacy and it wouldn't be fair otherwise.", i nod and accept the deal. "tho you have to remain in your sports bra", he smirks and his eyes twinkle with excitement.

"you're unbelievable.", i roll my eyes and wait for him to uunloc my side.

"what? i like checking you out"

"colby, stooop", i run a hand through my hair while walking away from him, both of us laughing. i get back from my bedroom and i find Colby waiting for me, smirking already.

"i wish we used this handcuffs for something else", he locks them again and we walk towards my house keys, exiting the apartment and locking it.

"the 24 hours aren't over yet, maybe we'll use them", i smirk at his shocked face and i smile wide as i've successfuly left him speechless twice already. "but it looks like we have a full schedule, so i don't know about that", the elevator dings as we reach the main floor.

"we can definitely cut some things off the list for that.", i hit him with my free hand and we laugh.

we go to taco bell to grab a bite and Colby constantly moves my hand so i drop almost every fry. while talking to the camera and people constantly looking weirdly at us, i tell him i'm not making any more public challenges with him.

"oh, come on, i know you like being tied up with me. i know the real reason why you're mad is because we're not tied up in a bed", i hit him in the bicep, hurting my own hand while our hands tangle because of the handcuffs.

"Colby, you're playing with fire and i'm sure i don't want to tame it. so shut up", i take a sip of my drink and hear Colby chuckle.

"i don't want you to tame it", i roll my eyes and i'm happy the camera isn't recording.

a few more hours pass by and at 10pm we choose to end the video.

"Thank you guys so much for watching, leave a like and subscribe, go follow y/n on her platforms, i'll let them linked down below and until next time, i hope i'll get to sleep on a side of the bed and not on the floor, cause i've tested her limits today", we both laugh

"oh, you're going home", we laugh once more and he turn off the camera. Colby hands the SD card to me and i take it, putting it in a box that i use only for them. "you'll have the edited video in two-three days. i'm still working on Cosmo Hotel, because somebody made sure i don't work today", i smile and look at the tiny key that unlocks the handcuffs. i rub my wrist, feeling it weird after such a long time of wearing it.

"i'm glad you didn't work today, you needed a break. i thought about it this morning and thought i should stop you.", he smiles at me and rubs his wrist as well.

"next time bring the ones with feathers. i like them more", i wink at him and he pulls me into a hug.

"we can pretend these are with feathers and see if they break while we sleep", i push him towards the door.

"Goodnight, Colbs", i laugh and roll my eyes as he turns around and pouts.

"Goodnight, princess"

i wave at him and lock the door when he lives. i walk towards the couch while shaking my head, taking my laptop to continue searching for that misplaced video frame. i laugh when my phone dings and i see a text from Colby.

"it's so dark outside, i can't find my way home. maybe i should come back upstairs.", i laugh at the text and face palm myself. such a dork.

"Colby, i swear to God..."

"Chucky is nicer than you"

i throw my phone away, smiling, and i get back to my work.

#colby brock #colby brock imagine #colby brock smut #sam and colby #sam and colby imagine

[paradisepoisoned]

I'm drunk, and work is consuming my life, so I give you the Death Note tattoo AU no one asked for.

-L was a world-famous tattoo artist, but no one really knows what he looks like except his clients and disgruntled employees, but his work is well recognized. Moved to New York to open his own tattoo shop but he's kinda a mystery in the industry and he's one of those owners that doesn't really show up to his own business anymore he rarely tattoos and when he does its only things he wants to do. Will fuck off to Cambodia for a month or something and then randomly show up to collect money and sleep there for a week.

 -L has only ever took two apprentices and they were Mello and Near. He took them on at the same time and it was a complete disaster. L refuses to take on an apprentice ever again

-Near specializes in sacred geometry, mandalas, and all that tedious crazy shit. Line work is impeccable. I feel like he'd be great at lettering and that fine line bullshit that everyone else hates. No one takes him seriously as an artist cause he looks like he's fucking twelve. He has amazing work but is absolutely horrible with clients due to his non existent social skills.

-Mello is the black and gray guy. He's one of those guys who just whips out a 23 mag and goes to town and bangs out a half sleeve in a few hours. I can see him doing crazy horror shit and those big crazy religious pieces like praying hands statues and all that good shit. He doesn't do color and doesn't like anything with a lot of linework. Looks scary but kinda a softie. 

-Near is great at linework. Mello is great at shading. They compete and fight on a regular basis. They have an ongoing silent war stealing each other's supplies,clients, etc. (They're secretly in love tho, deal with it)

-Matt definitely the anime bruh I could see him doing some super colorful new school anime type shit he's a street shop kinda guy at heart tho hell do the dirty jobs no one else wants to do and he's FAST he can bang out your little infinity symbol butterfly feather clusterfuck matching finger tattoo with your 13 friends no problem. He wears goggles while tattooinglmaoaoa idk why, but he also gives me big piercer energy, lol 

-I'm sorry but I can't leave out Linda. I feel like she's the color girl. Specializes in cover ups and botanical tattoos but shes well rounded and can take mostly anything that walks in. Probably the most organized artist out of all of them and keeps the shop from falling apart on a daily basis. I feel like L also trusts her to be the one to manage the shop while he's not there since the others are all completely unhinged, lol. Shop mom 100%

-Matt and Mello hit the bar at least once a week after work and talk shit till 4am 

-B Specializes in trash polka fucking fight me on it.

-B and L apprenticed together and were working together when L opened his own shop but B kinda went down a dark path and him and L drifted apart and now have beef so B is the artist no one talks about (except Mello cause I feel B woulda played a big part in his apprenticeship) 

-B also kinda legitimately tried to burn the whole shop down before he left soooooo...

-L has kept B's room open for years, hoping he gets his shit together one day and comes back. 

#death note #death note headcanons #tattoo au #wammys boys #wammys house #wammys kids #Mello #mihael keehl #nate river #meronia #mello x near #Near #Matt #mail jeevas #Linda #L #BB #Beyond birthday #headcanon

[kikiofthevast]

Wrapped Up

Or: Martyn joins the coral

This one is more obviously fucked, so read the cws for real.

Cw: Brainwashing, emotional manipulation, non-consensual body modification, body horror, joining a hivemind, the horror of something fucking with your mind, eye horror, coercion

Martyn curses under his breath as he scratches his hand by accident on some of the coral at the foot of the bridge. He brings the surprisingly bloody slash up to his mouth on instinct, before taking off his headband and wrapping it around his palm. He can clean it in the water later, ad it's not like it actually keeps the hair out his face anyway.

The bridge itself is tiny and looking over the dirt into the water is a little dizzying, so he focuses on Scott's new home instead.

Past the obvious, somewhat transparent layers of bamboo and sugarcane, the island is covered in colorful coral, some of it even reaching the same heights as the bamboo.

Scott's already putting up defenses, Martyn thinks with a slight shiver. Hopefully they're not to keep me out.

Martyn chuckles to himself at his own internal joke, before making his way across the bridge slowly.

Scott opens the door at the edge of the path, and dear god, he looks weird. He's practically covered in the coral, his clothes and skin both coated in it. His hair streak is a ruddy green that nearly blends with his cyan hair, and the smile on his face is blinding.

"You've come crawling back, have you?" Scott says, tilting his head.

Martyn's shoulders relax, and he smiles back. "Not really crawling back, more...sheepishly wandering in."

Scott steps back, and Martyn steps forward through the door, looking around the island with his clearer view.

"it's really pretty," Martyn says, genuinely meaning it. The coral curls around in colors that blend together beautifully, matching Scott's new aesthetic perfectly. "You're really good at designing bases, Scott."

"Thank you." Martyn turns to look at Scott and watches him fluff up his own hair. At this distance it looks like--

No. No that couldn't possibly be. It was probably just part of the aesthetic.

"So," Scott continues, "you looking to hole up with me, Martyn?"

"Uh, yeah, you could say that." Martyn stares intently at where his eyes had caught on Scott's arm. Because it looks like the coral is growing from--

"What's up, Martyn?" Scott asks, suddenly leaning in close to his face. "Admiring my wardrobe?"

"Y-yes!" Martyn takes a step back. "Yeah, I was just...looking at the rolled up sleeves. Those are new."

"What, you like seeing my arms?" Scott teases, and it almost feels normal.

Except now that Scott is practically up against him, and Martyn can see the coral sticking through Scott's skin. If he looks close enough, he can see the muscle where it's planted in.

"Scott..." Martyn starts, and Scott blinks at him. "What happened?"

Scott grins and it's not a normal one. It's a kind of joy that Martyn has only seen on Scott's face when he won the second game. It's manic, almost Red. But Scott's still Green.

"It promised me I wouldn't be alone anymore, Martyn," Scott says softly, and he brings a hand up to Martyn's face. Martyn recoils in fear.

"What do you- what do you mean- I don't get this, what-" Martyn manages, starting to walk backwards toward the door.

"It promised I wouldn't be alone, and it was right!" Scott matches his steps, backing him into the door. "Don't you hear it, Martyn?"

"Hear- hear what?"

"The singing." Scott's blissful smile doesn't change. "Even if you can't, it's already inside you. You'll be hearing it soon."

Martyn's back hits the door and a jolt of panic shoots up his spine.

"I won't. I won't, I don't even know what you're talking ab-"

The wound on his hand pulses.

Martyn freezes. The coral by the entrance, sharper than it should have been. The coral in Scott's skin, wrapped completely around the island.

Love safety happiness love don't be alone Martyn don't you remember being alone

Martyn's breathing quickens. "What...what did you do to me?"

"I didn't do anything!" And it still sounds like Scott, the same tone, the same cheerful innocence. "You did it to yourself."

Martyn's hand finds the doorknob, swinging it open, and he runs.

The coral tears at his pants as he goes, scratching up his legs even further.

But he runs, and he doesn't stop until he reaches the foot of the Mansion.

~~~~~~~~~~

He sleeps in the Bad Boys' bed. He doesn't think they'll care, and it's not like he's sleeping in Scott's.

Martyn unwinds the bandanna from his hand and jumps a little at the sight.

The wound hasn't closed. It hasn't closed, and crawling out of it are small strands of coral. Tiny, almost imperceptible. But Martyn is looking for them.

And he reaches down with his other hand and yanks at the coral in his hand.

"YEOW!" he cries, shaking out his wounded hand as if it would ease the pain. "Well, that hurt more than I thought it would!"

It does, incredibly so. The wound is throbbing more and it practically burns with pain. Martyn keeps shaking it out, before looking at it again.

In between looking at the wound, the coral had gotten bigger.

The red is joined by blue, and it continues to grow in front of Martyn's own eyes, curling and expanding out from the wound.

Mine. Mine. Don't you want to be whole again, Martyn? Don't you want to fill the hole in your heart that Ren left behind?

Martyn hisses. "Shut up. I'm not going to just...give myself to you? Coral thing? That was a long time ago, y'know. I've moved on."

Cleo.

He winces despite himself. "That was..different." Then he shakes his head. "Wait. Why am I defending myself from you? You're a...coral, thing? Maybe?"

Love. Comfort. Peace. Care. Connection.

"Connection? Is that what it's fo- JESUS!"

Martyn looks down again, mostly out of habit, and then abruptly notices the coral crawling up his arm and the weird...fuzziness that enters his eyesight.

"What's happening to me?" he squeaks, mostly out of fear.

Connection.

"No! Nononono, I did not consent! This is very much something I'm saying no to, thank you very much!" He starts prying at the coral on his arm, to no avail, but it does stop.

You will join us. The process has started.

Martyn swallows.

And he stands up.

~~~~~~~~~~

When he wakes up again, he can't see.

Specifically, he can't see out of one eye. His other eye is fuzzy, but he can see out of one of them.

Immediately, his hand goes up to his eye, and instead of finding his normal one he finds--

Connection to Watching must be severed. Painless.

Immediately, the burning in his eye starts and Martyn screams as it feels like his eye is being torn from his head.

Relax. Pain will disappear.

Unbidden, Martyn does force himself to relax, untensing his body and forcing his teeth apart. He takes ragged breaths as the pain abates, slowly.

Love. Don't want to hurt you.

"You did," Martyn, grumbles, prodding at his eye again. Over the spot is thick, dull coral. But to leave it at that feels mean.

Martyn doesn't know where that thought comes from, but he reluctantly follows it up with, "I'm sorry. That was mean."

Forgiven.

That sends a jolt of...relief through Martyn. "What are you...doing to me?" he asks, a bit disoriented from the sheer force of the positive emotion rushing through his body. "I need...I need to get help."

We can help you.

"Shut up!" Martyn shakes his head, trying to dislodge that strange relief of being good from his mind. He needs to think clearly.

Something rushes through him again, making his knees weak. His emotions swing hard, and tears dot the corners of his eyes.

"Why...why are you doing this to me?" He tries to force himself to steady his emotions. It doesn't work, and the frustration makes the tears spill over.

Love. Protect.

And suddenly, he's aware of exactly what Scott is doing right now.

He's mining, spending his precious little time trying to make himself safer in this place. In this dangerous world. He feels all of Scott's emotions, his worry, his focus, but most of all, his contentment.

It sends a wave of calm over him, nulling both of the intense emotions that the thing had shot through him.

"What is going on?" Martyn hisses, and then Scott's voice rings crystal clear in his mind.

Martyn? Is that you? Are you coming home?

Home, to Scott, is a lot of things, and all of them flash through Martyn's mind fast enough to make him dizzy. It's fast enough to blur the lines, but images of Dogwarts and the Southlands flash over them right back.

"Stop," Martyn says quietly, running a hand over his face and realizing that even more of his body is covered in the Coral. "I don't have time for this."

Time is short.

Suddenly, the pain increases exponentially, and Martyn screams again. It feels like he's being hollowed out. It feels like he's being ripped through. It feels like the coral is tearing him to shreds and it's--

It feels--

Martyn thinks he's still screaming.

He can't think about much of anything, but his throat hurts.

Then the pain disappears, again.

And the entire world is swallowed up.

~~~~~~~~

Why don't you think you deserve love, Martyn?

Do you think that everyone will leave you?

That's not true.

We will never leave you. We will love you. We will never leave you.

You just have to trust us.

"I can't."

Yes you can. Let us make it easier.

"..."

There, that feels better. You are part of us, Martyn. You cannot run from your home.

You can find a home again, after everyone has left you.

Just let the coral guide you.

~~~~~~~~~

Martyn wakes up again, and the world is clearer than it's ever been.

Everything is good, and Martyn feels good.

He'll feel even better if he goes home.

The coral will lead him back.

His headband lies abandoned on the ground.

But that's not important anymore. What's important is going home. Home is the Coral. Home is Scott. Home is where Martyn is loved.

That is all that matters now.

#mcyt #traffic life #life series #limited life #martyn inthelittlewood #martyn littlewood #scott smajor #dangthatsalongname #kiki writes #corrupted coral au

[ladyfromaspookyforest]

ST Season 2 Wardrobe Analysis

Nancy, Jonathan, & Steve

I watched Risky Business for this, you guys. And I hated it. I just need to put that out there. And heads-up: this one is looong.

If you haven't read my other wardrobe posts, here's what you need to know:

Pink (or red) and blue are used to symbolize the idea of the perfect nuclear family or the "norm."

The Byers wear earth tones and warm neutrals.

Steve's color is blue

Nancy's color is purple. She wore mostly pink and blue during season 1, though as she grows into herself, she wears more purple (a blend of the two).

EPISODE 1

For starters, we get a brief snippet of Nancy and Mike fighting at home. Nancy's wearing a soft grey sweater (the go-to neutral color for the Wheelers) and I'm going to be honest: I can't really tell what color the stripes are. They're either pink and blue or purple and blue. Either way, Nancy wearing divided colors, as opposed to just the blend (purple) is an indicator that she has moved backwards into the safe zone of her family's expectations. And we know she's struggling with trying to pretend the events of the last season didn't happen.

Here are some randos, totally decked out in the pink/red and blue palette as a reminder that these are the sheep. Steve is wearing blue and red, the addition of red to his outfit demonstrating that he is trying to buy into this mindset.

Steve wears his jacket all day at school and then takes it off for dinner with the Hollands. Both he and Nancy are putting on performances and both of them are dressed in what I am deeming the Colors of Conformity. The removal of Steve's jacket makes him look more polished. He's lost the sporty half of his sporty-prep look, him bending to fit this situation not only metaphorically through color but literally through style.

Nancy and Steve actually both match this nasty wallpaper, though he pops out more, despite his efforts. But one thing I love is that even the Hollands are doing a terrible job of fitting into their own home/their own lives because look how much the KFC bucket ruins the aesthetic.

Nancy's wearing the Colors of Conformity again, but Nancy's never worn tan or brown before. So while she is still performing, influences from the past year are continuing to leak through. Influences like...

They match! So while Nancy and Steve are both wearing the Colors, their outfits don't actually go together. Whereas Nancy's and Jonathan's do, despite the fact that Nancy is still dragging around these familial/societal expectations.

EPISODE 2

The style of Nancy's outfit (dainty, plaid, little frills alongside the buttons) is absolutely something she would have worn season 1. In fact, the last time she wore a purple sweater was the last day she saw Barb. And in this episode, she sees Faux Barb (we'll call her Farb).

The Farb Incident is a large part of what sets off Nancy's drunken disaster state at the party that night, so this subtle callback to the season 1 outfit is a great detail (aside from the colors, both the S1 and S2 tops have the same type of rounded collars and she's wearing dark wash jeans).

Steve has ditched the red from his previous outfit here so that neither Steve nor Nancy are wearing the Colors of Conformity palette anymore (woo!). The dark blue shirt with a green vest is a bit of an inversion of a couple of his season 1 outfits (green or teal shirt, blue jacket). In those episodes, Steve realized he'd fucked up and tried to make it up to Nancy. This season 2 episode also shows Steve trying to connect with Nancy, and just like these episodes below, it doesn't work because in all of these moments, though he is being genuine, the comfort he has to offer isn't the comfort she needs.

Jonathan calling himself "a guy who hates parties" at a costume party where he is dressed as himself is a very blatant demonstration that Jonathan refuses to pretend. And not only is he dressed in his own clothes to make this declaration, but he's in a jacket he wears constantly, just to drive that point home extra hard. He wore it in the previous episode and he wears it for the remainder of the season.

Jonathan's outfit-repeating is a detail I haven't really discussed much yet, but I keep meaning to. Because while outfit repeating sometimes serves as a callback or, as it does here, to emphasize a point, for Jonathan in particular (who outfit repeats the most of anyone), it is a reminder that he doesn't own the kind of expansive wardrobe characters like Nancy and Steve do because he doesn't come from money. So not only do his outfits give insight into his feelings and his relationships, but they show us his circumstances.

One last thing about The Jacket:

It's red inside! Jonathan is a very closed-off person and all of his...flair...if you will, is on the inside. Back to Halloween.

We've arrived at the reason I watched Risky Business. I googled Nancy and Steve's costumes (because I didn't know what they were), which led me to someone talking about them being the characters from Risky Business and questioning why, of all the (supposedly better) outfits in the movie, they chose these ones. So obviously I had to watch it.

It became pretty immediately apparent to me, before I even got to the scenes with the outfits they chose, why Steve couldn't wear just any Joel outfit. It's because he'd have looked exactly like himself.

So I waited the whole movie only to see them not even wearing the outfits from the party in the same scene? The Joel outfit Steve wears is from a scene near the end, at a big house party (fitting). The Lana outfit Nancy wears is from the final scene of the movie.

Honestly, it doesn't even matter what happens in that scene. That tells me everything I need to know. It's literally the End. Had Nancy worn the outfit that went with Steve's, she'd have been in navy and the big Spill Incident would have had no little to no impact. So they NEEDED to put her in white for ultimate damage. But in addition to that, this outfit is the most like something Nancy would wear of all the outfits in the movie. Which makes this scene pack a double-punch, because Nancy isn't just dressing up like a character she has nothing in common with, she's actually dressing to a degree like herself and yet it's still a costume.

The stain on the costume is irreparable. She is unable to fix the facade after this incident. And going back to them wearing outfits from different scenes, Nancy's reached the end but Steve hasn't yet. Because he's still a few scenes behind.

EPISODE 3

I touched on these looks when I talked about the alley scene in season 1. Then, Nancy was wearing pastel pink while Steve was in baby blue and it was very boy/girl coded. Now, they're both in grey.

I mentioned in the other post was that Steve and Nancy are matching perfectly for the first time here. Not just color scheme or style. They are both in light solid grey with no color, no patterns. And they are finally having an honest dialogue. They are finally on the same page. The truth is finally out.

Nancy actually doesn't match Jonathan at all, and that's unusual too. This grey outfit of hers feels somewhat like a blank slate because she's always dressed in color. She's feeling down, she's fighting with her boyfriend, she's still sad about Barb. She kind of hit rock bottom at that party and this is a new beginning, but it isn't necessarily a happy one. (If it were an uplifting blank slate/fresh start moment, this would probably be represented by white rather than this gloomy grey)

Jonathan is wearing That Jacket again. And I love this sweater!! Not that it matters. But Jonathan doesn't wear a lot of variety, so it's neat to see him here in a multicolored (even if two of those colors are black and grey) striped sweater while Nancy is in this bland, solid, colorless outfit. It's unusual. The addition of more prints and colors into Jonathan's wardrobe tells us he's starting to come out of his shell, even if only to Nancy. This sweater, the yellow one from the episode prior, he wore stripes in episode 1, he has a light-colored flannel on in the next episode. It's a little more variety than we saw in season 1.

EPISODE 4

Nancy has reverted to pink and blue again. *sigh* But once she leaves the house, she adds a brown jacket.

Jonathan's flannel is blue and white with some red, matching her sweater. His t-shirt matches Nancy's jacket, his jacket matches her pants, and his pants match her sweater...it's a whole moment. A very clear sign that they are being drawn towards one another. In this scene, they are baiting HNL, which makes the presence of the Colors of Conformity actually work in their favor for once. They are pretending, but this time it's a conscious choice for the sake of getting justice for Barb. It's not the unconscious desire to be normal.

EPISODES 5-9

Nancy packs a light pink nightgown for the trip while Jonathan sleeps in the t-shirt he wore all day. That completely tracks with what we know of each character. This reminds me a bit of the scene in season 1 when Jonathan slept over at Nancy's house and she was wearing light blue pjs and he was wearing just his clothes. Then, he stood out dramatically against the backdrop of Nancy's pink and blue room. Now, he blends in while she sticks out.

This shows us that motels are not a place Nancy Wheeler is accustomed to. During this scene, they also openly address their relationship for the first time in the series. Nancy tells Jonathan she waited and when he says "yeah, for like only a month," she gets pissy and goes to sleep. Nancy's nightgown shows her discomfort within the room, but also with the situation. Whereas Jonathan has no issues being honest about it. Despite the fact that Nancy brought the topic up, she doesn't like hearing the truth: that she is responsible for "what happened to us."

We've reached the Final Outfits. The ones that last a four episode stretch. With the Colors of Conformity shed, Jancy pops in to see Murray and Take Care of Business, going against what they were told to just accept. In this case, they were told to accept the claims of Barb's disappearance and let it go and they decided to expose the lab instead. But on a broader scale, going against what is expected is like THE theme of themes in this show. So while season 1 involved both Nancy and Jonathan gaining agency and independence (her from expectations, him from obligations), this is the first major instance of them not just taking matters into their own hands, but acting blatantly against what was demanded of them.

The lack of vibrance in the wardrobe gives these scenes a more serious tone. This feels appropriate as a conscious choice for the characters to make (when going to get justice for the death of a friend, colorful clothes probably don't feel like the thing to pop on) and fitting outside of choice in order to match the tone of later scenes. i.e. Jonathan doesn't know Will is possessed yet, but when he gets back, he'll still be wearing this during the shed scene.

These pj pants...my dudes... He wore them at the motel, too, but only a glimpse of them is visible from one angle beneath the blankets. I think, like the Jacket (yes, it must always be capitalized) with the red lining, pajamas being something worn in the privacy of one's home, the bright yellow and the funky print tell us how much more comfortable Jonathan is at home. He would never wear a print like that out and about in Hawkins. And this tracks with his character arc as a whole, which is breaking out of his shell OUTSIDE of his family, letting other people in. I mentioned the season 1 bedroom scene before. Contrast that with this again. He was in his regular clothes then. He's in pjs now.

Logistically, the reasoning is obvious. That was impromptu. This time he packed. But they could have given him something like a muted plaid pant or a basic sweatpant. Instead, the wardrobe department gave him these. And if that doesn't show him coming out of his shell...I don't have an end to that sentence. It does. If I want to be extra obnoxious about the pants, there's the fact that they were barely visible at the motel and he was honest with Nancy about the state of their relationship but didn't push her when she shut it down and now the pants are totally visible and he makes a move. So as his feelings are drawn more into the open...so are his ugly pants.

Something I want to mention about Steve's wardrobe choices, now that we're far enough to have established a trend, is the contrast between what he wears to school and outside of it. So far, we've mostly seen him at school. He wears a lot of polos and button-ups. His season 1 school outfits were generally lighter in color (lots of pale blue) and very preppy while his outside-of-school outfits were darker and sportier.

I didn't talk about this in my season 1 analysis and I totally should have but I wasn't focused on Steve too much at the time, so I'm going to backtrack for a second. In season 1 episode 2, he wears the teal long-sleeve shirt/sweatshirt (which I included 2 screenshots of above). This is the only time in the whole show that he wears something this casual to school and it is IMMENSLEY telling that he says to Nancy that same day that his parents have left town. Not that they're GOING out of town. They've left. We know very little about his parents, but the fact that on the one day they're out of town, he shows up to school wearing something drastically different from what he usually wears says a lot about the performance he is putting on for them.

Through Steve's wardrobe, we are being very subtly told that he is trapped by the same familial pressures and expectations as Nancy despite the fact that we never see his home life. And unlike Nancy, his separate styles for in school and outside school show that this weighs on him consciously. In this season, we see bits of the casual and the sporty begin to be incorporated into his school looks as he grows more comfortable with himself, but we can clearly see in this photo above that his chosen style is not a blend, but just the sporty/casual half.

As a reminder, he wore this to woo back Nancy. This isn't just something he tossed on because it's the weekend and he had no plans. It's something he felt comfortable in. So the combination of the sporty jacket and the preppy shirt in episode 1 or the preppy shirt and the sporty vest in episode 2 are showing us both growth and an internal struggle. The most we hear from him about this is in the car with Nancy talking about his essay when he says "What's the point? ...I'm just going to end up working for my dad anyway." He sounds extremely disappointed and put out by it, but immediately follows up by saying, "Is that such a bad thing?" This boy is CONFLICTED.

EPISODE 9

Last outfits. 3 second read: these two aren't done with each other and are a better match than they realize (please don't stone me). Nancy and Steve are matching despite the fact that they don't even interact and it's in a color neither of them usually wears.

This doesn't necessarily mean romance. It could foreshadow their breakup actually bringing them closer (as friends) or it could foreshadow them getting back together (seriously don't attack me). Either way, Nancy and Steve fit together more now that they're broken up than they did when they were together, largely as a consequence of Steve's journey this season helping him figure out who he is and what he wants (whereas Nancy's arc took her further from Steve), a theme that will return in season 4. I also want to point out that Steve looks at Nancy, but Nancy does not look at him. He sees that they're matching and she does not. She doesn't see that he's changed.

Jonathan, on the other hand, is dressed in black and grey.

Which I'm sure we will all be shocked to find are the other two colors in Nancy's dress. Basically, if I'd done this analysis after season 2 came out instead of right now, I would have known this love triangle wasn't over. Nancy's dress is a HUGE indicator of this. I'm actually so annoyed I didn't catch this the first time around. And back to the glances, they look at each other. They both acknowledge that they fit.

Other Season 2 wardrobe analyses: Mike & Will El & Hopper Lucas, Max, & Dustin

#jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #stranger things wardrobe analysis #stranger things #jancy #stranger things 2 #my dumbass post

[unclewaynemunson]

Hello. For your prompts, 14, Ronance if you please. :)

Aaahh I knew you were gonna ask for ronance if you'd see that post :D As always, thank you, I love spewing out some more ronance content again :)))

14. things you said after you kissed me

Nancy rested her forehead against Robin's, panting, shutting her eyes to hold onto that addicting sensation of Robin's lips against her own.

'Nancy,' Robin whispered into the space between their faces, and it made Nancy pull back slightly, so she could properly see Robin's face. There was something in the way Robin had said her name that made her feel like something was wrong - and the look on Robin's face confirmed that. Her eyebrows were arched into a frown, and she was nervously biting on her lower lip.

'I don't think I can do this anymore.'

Nancy could feel how her mouth fell open, how a What?! stayed stuck in her throat, because what the hell? Why was this happening? She couldn't have misread it all, could she? All those times they had passionately made out over the past weeks, going on dates, enjoying each other's company, both clearly excited by what they were building together... Was Robin already tired of it before it could even grow into something more serious? Or had she been playing pretend this whole time? Had Nancy been stupid and lovesick enough to miss all kinds of clues that were right in front of her? How could she have been so wrong about what Robin felt for her?

By the time she finally managed to get the What the hell? out of her throat, Robin's frown had grown even more anxious.

'I am so sorry, Nancy, I just - I think if we don't stop this, I'll start caring too much about you and I can't do that. You're the prettiest girl I ever met, and you're super smart and cool and interesting and I can never stop smiling when I'm around you, and when we kiss, I just feel so much, it's like I'll explode, and I just - I can't take it anymore.'

Nancy stared at Robin, desperately trying to wrap her head around what was happening.

'You wanna break up with me because you... like me too much?'

It sounded even more ridiculous saying it out loud, but Robin nodded like it made complete sense.

'I'm so sorry - I probably should've told you way sooner, but I didn't know how to bring it up and I was really enjoying this whole thing so I didn't wanna ruin it, but - I'm a lesbian, Nance.'

Nancy started to feel like she and Robin were having two entirely different conversations with each other.

'Yeah, I know,' she said, unable to keep the annoyance at her complete incomprehension about what the fuck was happening out of her voice.

'You know?' Robin echoed, as if that was some big surprising revelation.

'Um, yeah, it'd be pretty weird to be dating you if you weren't, wouldn't it?'

'Wait, what?' Robin now stared at her with an expression that matched exactly how confused Nancy was feeling. 'We're dating?!'

'Are we not dating?!' Nancy all but yelled back at her. 'Wait - what did you think this was, exactly?'

'I dunno, you trying some new things to get over Jonathan or something - were we dating this whole time?'

'Do you think I shove my tongue down all my friends' throats?!'

A blush was rapidly coloring Robin's cheeks in a burning shade of red. 'Well, if you put it like that, it sounds a bit crazy,' she muttered.

She wasn't quite looking into Nancy's eyes anymore, and Nancy grabbed one of Robin's hands while gently cupping the other one around Robin's chin to get her to look at her again.

'Robbie,' she said, softly, 'I like you so, so much. I had no idea you didn't know. But just to make things super clear: I think you're insanely hot, and you're the funniest person I know, and I love spending time with you, and I am addicted to the way you kiss me. Do you wanna date me? Officially?'

Slowly, a smile started to spread over Robin's face, finally chasing away that anxious frown. It was a truly beautiful sight.

Robin nodded. 'Yeah, I'd like that,' she said, sounding slightly breathless.

Nancy rested her forehead against Robin's again, tangled her fingers in the lower ends of her hair.

'I can't believe you didn't know.' An involuntary giggle escaped her lips, causing Robin to give her a playful nudge against her shoulder.

'Can we go back to kissing, please, so I won't have to suffer you making fun of me?'

Nancy leaned forward into Robin's space, softly pressing their lips together, but pulling back before it could turn into a real kiss. She smiled.

'Yeah, we can definitely do that. I'll save the making fun of you for afterwards.'

#prompt list #needed some ronance idiots to lovers :D #don't mind me rambling about stranger things #ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #stranger things #fruity ficlet

[redstrewn]

Sexual cw mdni, leander

If i wasnt plagued by chronic WIP disease i'd draw that typical gangbang doujin but with leander and his bloodhounds

Just an entire oneshot of him getting fucked to incoherence by his hounds over and over again

Like hes drenched and all and hes fucked dumb like his face is stupid and all and hes all fucked up like

Man.

Drool, sweat, spit, cum, tears, messed hair, completely undignified, cum tallies, bruises and restraint marks, bite marks, i need him giggling completely high until he cant even function or respond anymore 👍👍👍👍👌👌👌👌👌

Imagining him just being left on the floor until he regains his bearings and has to pull himself together again, picking up his clothes and shit while still nasty and has to limp his way to the washroom

He looks into a mirror and the corner of his mouth is bruised, color matching his eyes

He loves it!! He loves being his hounds' morale boost! What a generous leader!!!! Emptiness? What's that? No idea! He has the time of his life every day. Booze, partying, getting fucked until he can't think at all, no sleep. Come on. It's the dream! What gaping hole in his chest that he can never seem to fill? No such thing. He's perfect as he is and he's got a handle of his own life perfectly. Nothing hurts. Nothing can hurt him. He enjoys it all! He does. He does.

#redstrewn talks

[back2bluesidex]

He Fell Harder 04 - JHS (M)

Hoseok's POV

Summary: You have been with Him since the beginning. To you he was the only person that existed in the world, in your world. But to him, you are another pair of hands that clapped after each of his performances. Will it change when you secure a job in his dancing academy?

Pairing: Celebrity Choreographer!Hoseok X Reader, Fuckboy!Seokjin X Reader (ft. Jungkook & Yoongi)

Theme: Angst, pining, lowkey smut, a very very jealous Hoseok

Warnings: Strong language, mentions of cheating, alcohol consumption, party setting, a very jealous Hoseok, heavy argument.

Word count: 5,194

a/n: So just as the pattern, this is again Hoseok's POV. He is an asshole in this particular chapter. But please forgive him.

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Till now Hoseok had only heard about Jungkook and whenever you rambled about your perfect best friend he felt a wave of positivity inside him. He felt so because at least there was someone for you that you could look upto when you don't get Hoseok in your life. He was relieved thinking that you wouldn't end up alone pining after him. But the scenario was 180° different after Hobi got to see your best friend. The green feeling ate him up and he couldn't help but wonder all the damn time if you actually have moved on from him or not. He wondered if you had finally gotten together with Jungkook after seeing him with Somi. He couldn't really stop thinking, rather it was one of the major thoughts that wandered around his head for the rest of the day.

He didn't really plan but he ended up sneaking inside the cafeteria following you. "So… are you and Jungkook a thing now?" He asked, wishing for the answer to be negative and again he didn't know why. His eyes almost twinkled when you answered in negative but at the same time that little "yet" made him think of all the possibilities he wouldn't like to come true. His heart almost dropped when you said you and Jungkook cuddled up occasionally. He changed the topic and asked about the party, which was an important topic. However, he focused more on your face than the topic. Since that one unfortunate night he couldn't really see you in just a platonic view anymore and he was well-aware of that. He knew thinking of another woman and zoning out randomly wasn't a justice to his girlfriend but what could he do if you were that beautiful? And now again he couldn't really focus on what were you saying but rather he focused on how your lips were moving, how you placed a stray strand of hair behind your ears, how you bit your lower lip when your fingers came in contact with the hot coffee cup and so on. Mumbling a little "Hope so" he left the room but you didn't leave his thoughts.

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He was more of a colorful person, who loved to experiment with colors and the way they looked good on him. But he ended up choosing a white outfit for his galm party. Maybe Somi mentioned once that she liked white or maybe someone else did. He couldn't quite remember. All he knew was that he looked good. He knew he would gain all the attention again. He knew you would forget your Jungkook and whoever the fuck he is and look only at him.

"But babe! We decided to wear matching outfits! I ordered yours already. You can't change your plans at the last minute now!" Somi whined, waving her blood-red slit dress infront of her boyfriend.

"But I wanna wear white baby. I never really wore white to a party before. Let's go and change this one with a white outfit. What do you say, hm?" Hobi suggested pulling somi to his lap. He continued, "didn't you say white is your favorite color? That's why I chose white in the first place."

"White and me?" Somi chuckled, getting comfortable in Hobi's lap, "it's too boring for me. I never said that. Maybe you're confusing me with someone else."

"Am I?" Hobi questioned himself. Before he could say anything else Somi placed a kiss on his lips and he giggled.

"Let's go and change my dress." Somi said, "but only this time Hobi, we're wearing red next time."

"Sure. Whatever the queen says." Hoseok replied.

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He didn't expect his eyes to start finding you as soon as he arrived at the party, but it did. Somi was looking like the angel that she was. He showered his girlfriend with all the deserving compliments and kisses all the way to the club. But he couldn't deny the little place of his mind that was occupied only by you. And as a result his eyes started looking for you as soon as he stepped into the club with his girlfriend's hand wrapped around his.

And then his eyes landed on you. Was it you or was he seeing someone else? He had always seen you wearing either baggy clothes or formal shirts with jeans. And once that formal shirt alone snatched his sleep away. How was he supposed to process what he was seeing? The short flare white dress ended just right above your knees. If you bent, it would give you a perfect view of your ass. The dress is dangerously tight around your waist. It's hugging your waist just as he would like to do. And that neck had a dangerous deep cut. Dangerous because it was showing a good part of your breasts and of course your cleavage along with the tattoo of his name. Your mole was exposed for everyone's view and he somehow didn't like it. The thoughts that ran through his head after seeing you challenged his loyalty for Somi. He acted before he understood. He started walking towards you and your eyes met. He wanted to tell you so many things but he couldn't. It wasn't his right to say those things to you.

Complementing Ms Kang wasn't tough but praising you was definitely a tough task for him especially when you looked at him with those beautiful eyes. He called your name, you replied, his eyes flickered down to the tattoo and it made his chest swell with pride. But when he was about to let you know how beautiful you looked tonight, his girlfriend claimed him right in front of you. He saw your eyes losing its glint within a second.

"By the way Y/N, the dress is so beautiful!! It's looking just perfect on you. What brand is this?" Somi asked you. He knew you didn't really care much about brands and stuff. You cared more for comfort. But maybe today you gave your comfort up just for him? Maybe? He knew he was the one your heart beat for so it is probably him you dressed for? Come on, if not him then who else. But wait, you're too wearing white so you were the one to name white as their favorite color and he chose your favorite color without even knowing? And now you two are matching. Is this can be something more than just a coincidence? But all of his optimism died down as soon as you opened your mouth to answer Somi.

"Ah! I don't really know. I don't really have ideas about brands and stuff. This is a gift anyway. My best friend gave me this, since he knew I couldn't find anything for the party." you answered. Hoseok felt that burning green feeling coming back and clouding his head. No, you didn't dress for him. You dressed for your best friend, with whom you claimed to have nothing and yet you showed up wearing the dress he gifted you. You were even boasting about how much he knew you. Good for you, Hoseok himself was taken by Somi anyway. He couldn't be yours. He didn't feel anything for you other than lust. He didn't, right?

So he gulped down all the desires of complimenting on how beautiful you looked and replaced it all with a mockery in his eyes and a little, "suits you" before pulling his girlfriend away with him. He saw how your face dropped but you still kept your smile. It pained him but it was too late.

He observed how you stayed at a particular corner of the bar. Neither did you dance nor did you smile even. Everyone around you was mingling with people and having fun but you were quiet, you kept on drinking. Hoseok mentally slapped himself for being so rude. He had no reason to be rude to you. He wasn't your boyfriend, so why did he get so jealous of Jungkook? He questioned himself again and again, even when the crowd cheered him and his girlfriend's duet on the dance floor.

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Seokjin has been the constant one in Hoseok's life and Hoseok couldn't even think of enjoying a pajama party without his hyung. Now that Jin is one of the major investors of his academy, his presence in this glam party was a must. Hoseok knew Seokjin would arrive at any moment and he would instantly become the center of attention, who would be able to resist the world wide charming guy anyway.

The said moment arrived soon, Hoseok's eyes fell on his hyung standing in the entrance with a hand in his pocket. Hobi ran towards Jin and hugged him tight, he missed his hyung a lot. The missing part was mutual so Jin returned the hug ever so willingly.

Since Jin was a constant support system to Hoseok, he was familiar to all of the crew as well, especially to the ladies. However, that night Seokjin was eager to meet that one girl who had the guts to tattoo Hoseok's name on her chest.

"Where is Y/N?" Hoseok asked with pure pretense, as if he wasn't glancing at you every now and then.

"Oh, she's just being herself over there." Jihyun replied pointing at you.

"Can you bring her here please? Hyung wants to meet her." Hoseok asked Jihyun for a favor. And within a minute you were in the circle, blushing hard when Jin called you beautiful.

Hoseok couldn't digest the flirty behavior that Jin threw at you. He thought Jin would not try anything with you since you clearly didn't belong to the category of girls that Jin liked to have fun with. But he was wrong, he forgot you had quite a lot of charms as well and on top of that, who would be able to resist you in that short dress of yours? But still he needed to protect you. You were his friend, he was your idol cum friend cum employer and he had some responsibilities to take. So he excused you all and dragged Seokjin to a different corner to have some serious talk.

"Hyung, not her. Please." Hoseok almost pleaded.

"What? Why? I totally like her." Jin replied.

"I have already told you that you can't take her to your bed. She's different." Hoseok said and he was all serious.

"Hoseok, if I try I can." Jin chuckled. "I like her. She's pretty, she's hot, she has the bold vibe and.... Most importantly, she's not your girlfriend, also single. So why are you stopping me? Look at her, she looks lonely. I'll give her a good time" Seokjin said pointing at you and even before Hoseok could say anything, Seokjin patted his shoulder and left towards the bar where you were seated.

Even though Hoseok was confident Seokjin's charms wouldn't work on you, an uncanny feeling sat inside Him. He wasn't only jealous but also afraid. No matter how awkward it got between you two, he would always want the best for you. He knew you would be able to protect yourself and Seokjin wasn't a creep to force a girl too. But he still promised himself to keep his eyes on you two, the moment he found you being uncomfortable with Seokjin he would certainly save you.

But what Hoseok didn't expect was the exact thing that happened. He kept his eyes on you but you never seemed to be uncomfortable with Jin. Not even when Jin traveled his eyes down your chest.

Hoseok had a lot of guests to attend to but he still stayed alert, however, nothing to be alerted enough happened. Both of your and Jin's faces hinted that you two were gladly flirting with each other. What the hell was he saying to you!? What the hell you replied staring at his lap? What the fuck was going on! Hoseok was going berserk with every passing second and with every overbearing thought. Didn't you know enough about Seokjin? He questioned himself. He was sure you did, if you were his fan you had to know Jin as well. So there's no way you wouldn't be aware of Jin's intentions. And if you knew then why were you playing along! You weren't that type of girl, you were different then why! Hoseok couldn't stop the train of his thoughts. He kept on faking smiles to everyone that greeted him and to everyone he greeted. His eyes were only on you and those were now burning.

He saw Seokjin leading you towards the dance floor. His eyes widened. None of your friends, not even Ms Kang could make your stubborn ass agree but now you were being taken to the dance floor, that too, by none but Kim Seokjin! What the hell were you thinking? Is it because he misbehaved with you? Is it because he didn't compliment you? Or is it because you are finally moving on with your life? Moving on from him?

These thoughts sent a shiver down his spine and he almost couldn't hear his girlfriend calling him in order to introduce him with some of her friends.

You have got some moves, Hoseok thought, but you were dancing with the wrong person. He clenched his fists seeing you getting closer and closer to Jin. His blood started boiling when he saw Jin's hands grabbing your ass. You are now even letting him touch you intimately? So even you fell for Kim Seokjin's charms out of all people? you? the one that claimed to love him? His reverie broke down when his girlfriend turned his face towards her and kissed him. He neither kissed her back nor did he melt in the kiss like the other times, his mind was way too clouded for that. As soon as Somi broke the kiss he turned his face to take a look at you but to his disappointment, you two were gone.

A wave of dread went through him. He immediately got off his place and ran towards the washroom area. He couldn't find you there. He took up the empty hallway that led towards the back exit of the club.

His steps halted as he caught the sight of you two. You were pressed against the wall. Seokjin's body was pressed onto yours, hands were squeezing your ass, mouth was devouring yours. Your hands were wrapped around his neck, one hand was holding onto his nape another one was lost in his dark hair. The sight sent Hobi to a state that he couldn't comprehend if he was dreaming or it was reality. Being a cool person, he had hardly ever gotten really angry ever before. He knew how to avoid triggers but this time it was a big failure. He wanted to pull you from Jin's hold and drag you to his bed then give you such lessons that wouldn't even let you sit without winching for a week at least. You were his! Only his to have!

It was still fine until Jin pinned your hands above your head and grabbed one of your tits while attacking your neck. He even placed his knee where he definitely should not. A moan left your lips, it was Jin's name that you moaned. He finally lost it. The fact that he was someone's boyfriend and you weren't anything other than an employee and a friend to him, was long forgotten. His feelings were a mess at this point. He didn't know what did he feel for you, what did he feel for Somi, why was he so jealous of seeing you with another guy that's not him, why was he so sexually attracted towards you, he didn't know anything. All he knew was that he needed to stop whatever was happening in front of his eyes.

"Hyung, leave her right now." His voice was low and demanding. You two stopped whatever the fuck you were doing. He took the chance and grabbed you, dragged you with him until he felt you're not moving.

"That's so disrespectful of you Hoba, hyung isn't done with her yet." Seokjin said with a challenging gaze. Hobi would be ready to fight but you yanked both of their hands.

"If I'm going anywhere, that's my home." You said and started walking away. Hobi didn't waste a single second and followed you.

Hoseok watched you as you went to the counter that you were sitting on and picked up your purse. He didn't approach you there but quietly stood near you and followed you again as you walked towards the exit. When you reached the empty lobby he didn't wait anymore and grabbed your arm from behind and turned you towards him.

"Where do you think you're going? You have some explanations to make Y/N." He hissed, his anger reached its peak and he was going against his best judgment.

"I said I am going home. And what explanations do you expect from me?" You replied, looking at him with an unreadable expression. He didn't know if you were upset or angry or embarrassed. He just couldn't read you at all and that made him even more annoyed.

"I want you to explain what you were doing back in the hallway Y/N" he gritted. His grip on your hand tightened.

"Hoseok, I don't think you explain what you do to Somi when you two are alone. That's personal stuff. Isn't it?" You said being calmer than ever. Your calm aura triggered his anger more and more.

"Not that you and Jin share the same relationship as me and Somi. You clearly knew what his intentions were but you still let him lead you on! You even enjoyed his lewd touches like his other whores! Are you that desperate for a dick? Huh?" Hoseok spat rudely, clearly not knowing what he was actually saying. But when he saw your eyes getting sparkly with your tears, he regretted his choice of words.

You let out a sad and dry chuckle. He saw you desperately blinking your tears away. "I know you're probably angry because he is your hyung and I tried to do whatever I did with him. But Hoseok, he is an adult so I am and both of us had consent. There's nothing to get angry over this little of a thing. Not like he did anything with your girlfriend…." His mind went dark with anger with each word that left your mouth. He slammed you at the wall and gripped your shoulders tightly.

He yelled at you fuming with anger, "BUT HE TOUCHED YOU Y/N! AND YOU LET HIM DO THAT TO YOU!"

"But why do you even care? I'm not Somi! I'm Y/N! You don't look like you're drunk enough to confuse people!" You said and again your voice was anything but loud, exact opposite of his. And Hoseok was not letting you win this over with your calm demeanor.

"Last week it was Jungkook. Today you almost climbed Seokjin's bed and yet you go around telling everyone that you love me. This is how you love me? This is what love is to you?" He questioned your love for him and he knew that would trigger you badly. Out of all people he was the one to know the depth of love that you had for him and yet he questioned that, that too, very much intentionally. He saw your facial expressions changing into a frown and then your lips broke into a smile. A sad one, very sad one.

"If after all these times you question my love for you then I must say you don't know me at all. I tried not to break in front of you, Hoseok. I tried so hard to be strong whenever I had to see you and Somi together. But I still break. I'm a human after all and I love you for an inhumane amount. Knowing that I can't be the one to get your love back, I have to move on. I just took a step forward to that today. I wanna stop loving you. Not that you care but I wanna be loved too, and I would better give my love to someone who would love me back. I know Seokjin isn't the one but I wanted to start with my body then maybe I will be able to give my heart to someone else too? Someone that's not you? I don't wanna end up being a nun for you for the rest of my life. And I don't think I have that much right over myself. Don't I?" Hoseok was speechless. You obviously weren't wrong rather you were very much right. But the actual question is why was he behaving this way. He didn't have any answer and he prayed you wouldn't ask him too. But it was too late.

"But let me ask you one thing. Why are you behaving like this? Be it Jungkook, be it Seokjin, be it whoever, I can let anyone touch me, kiss me, fuck me whatever I want. Why does that bother you? Shouldn't you be with your girlfriend now? Why are you here running after me? Just because I almost got fucked by your hyung? But then again if it was just about Jin you wouldn't mention Jungkook." You questioned him and those questions echoed in his empty brain.

"I don't know. Maybe because you say that you love m…" he tried to say but you cut him off.

"You can almost kiss me after seeing me drenched and exposed when you have a girlfriend but I can't sleep with anyone else just because I am in love with you?" Your logic made him lose his grip on your shoulders. He looked into your eyes, and he again witnessed that ever-persistent love for him along with a lot of pain.

At that moment he needed answers and he was desperate for those. Going against all the rationalities of the world he questioned you,

"Y/n… Ca-Can I kiss you?" His voice came out soft, "I… I need to know what I feel for you." He saw how you scoffed, probably in disbelief. Hurt was evident in your face. Sniffling a bit you said, "do you wanna be called a cheater or do you want people to call me a slut?" With that you pushed him off of your body and walked away from the club. He stood there contemplating everything that happened, everything that he said, everything that you said and most importantly everything that he felt for you. He was in need of answers and he knew how to find those and who to take help from. He decided to visit that one person who could help him out in drawing conclusions.

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"So you're only sexually attracted to her and when you saw her making out with Jin hyung.. you lost it?" Said Min Yoongi, one of Hoseok's closest friends. He met Yoongi through Jin and the older male got immediately attached to him due to his bright aura. Yoongi was a psychologist, so Hoseok knew he would be a great help.

"Yeah." Hoseok replied with a rather small voice. His index finger traced the rim of his Sunday morning iced Americano's glass. He never thought he would ditch Somi's "stay the night" offer on a happening Saturday night and rush to Yoongi's home within 9 o'clock in the morning on the next day. But here he is, trying to figure out things he couldn't seem to fathom down.

"But Hoba, for the amount of time I know you, I have never seen you only being sexually attracted to a girl ever before. Are you sure you don't like Y/N more than just a friend?" Yoongi asked.

"How can I like her hyung. I love Somi already. I mean I have liked her even before I met Y/N. So that can't change suddenly." Hoseok replied, "after that night I… I couldn't really get Y/N out of my head. And I know I am being a dick. I have a girlfriend but I also have someone else on my mind, just because of her body. This is so low of me. I have never experienced this before." Hoseok said pulling his hair due to frustration.

"Ok. Understood. Now answer each question honestly." Yoongi said and Hoseok sat up straight. "Why do you like Somi?" was Yoongi's first question. "Um.. she's pretty, she's a very talented dancer. She's very hot too. She's sweet and kind." Hoseok replied. "And?" Yoongi asked again. "And…" Hoseok thought for a while but he couldn't find anything else, "That's all I guess." "Okay. Now tell me, what do you like about Y/N? as a friend obviously." Yoongi placed his second question. "Y/N is different from most of the people I have ever met. She's unapologetically herself. She's so sorted out. She's understanding. She's so damn deep I swear. And…. She's so beautiful. She doesn't even need makeup to highlight her features. Her eyes are enough to make people fall for her." Hoseok rambled about as if someone had casted a spell on him. He wore a little smile on his face, one that he was unaware of. But Yoongi observed it all so carefully.

"Hmmm… I see. You know more about Y/N than you know about your girlfriend." Yoongi said and the comment threw Hoseok off guard. He obviously said more about you than about Somi. He really observed you more than his girlfriend and once again he was clueless about the reason.

"That's probably because she always seemed to be so interesting to me. I always wanted to know her." Hobi replied.

"Then what about the sexual attraction? And why did you ask her for a kiss last night?" Yoongi asked with a smirk.

"Oh hyung! I told you she looked sexy that day and I just couldn't resist. And about last night… I wasn't thinking straight. I thought kissing her would answer my questions." Hoseok replied, being kinda annoyed since with every mention of that night, your soaked up picture flashed through his mind. And you wearing that white little dress the previous night didn't make it any better.

Yoongi chuckled, "Hoba, you remember that one time when one of your back up dancers locked you with her in a storage room and flashed you her boobs? As much as I know you were stuck with her for 15 minutes before we rescued you and she tried everything to seduce you but you didn't even get hard."

Hoseok recalled the incident and Yoongi was right. Not only that one incident, Hoseok being Hoseok, had always been a person with immense female attention. Some of those were nice and good and some of those were only about his sculpted dancer body and the thing he hid in his pants. But he never gave up his sanity, other than once or twice of course. Although, during those times he was either too drunk or forced by his friends to have a good hook up. When it came to you, it was none of those. He was neither drunk nor forced, on the top of that, you didn't seduce him and yet he wanted you like crazy. He wanted you so much that he almost cheated on his girlfriend, for whom he pined so hard. None of it was making sense.

"Moreover" Yoongi said, breaking Hobi's reverie, "you are jealous of her best friend and Jin because you saw her being attached and attracted to them. It irked you because it wasn't you in both of the cases." Yoongi's words triggered Hoseok as he was right. "Answer me honestly Hoba, she never made you feel anything like butterflies?" The older male asked. Hoseok's mind wandered around the times when your confession made his heart race, when your unconditional love made him feel warm, when he almost drowned in your eyes, when he imagined your ideal date picturing himself with you, when he missed you so much after you started staying away from him. But he couldn't form any words to reply to Yoongi. "Hyung, I… I have felt things but those can be platonic too. I mean.. she made me feel warm and understood. I missed her. I wanted to talk to her with every chance I got. But aren't these platonic? I already had Somi in my mind during all these times." Hoseok said.

"The concept of liking Somi was deep seated in your mind Hobi. Somi appeared to be perfect to you so you started liking her or maybe you thought you liked her or maybe you liked the idea of liking her. But with Y/N it is different. You are attached to her. She made you feel things Somi could not. You barely even know Somi and you can't deny that. While on the other hand, You're attached to every perfect imperfect trait of Y/N. If it was only platonic you wouldn't have almost kissed her that night. You wouldn't get jealous of the thought of her being with someone else. You wouldn't get scared with the thought of her moving on from you and loving someone that isn't you." The last line that Yoongi said got Hoseok shocked because he didn't tell Yoongi about the said fear of his and yet Yoongi traced it.

"Hyung, how do you know?" Hoseok asked, utterly confused. Yoongi chuckled, "I figured out just with your facial expressions when you said she is trying to move on from you." Yoongi replied, referring to the conversation that Hoseok had with you the previous night. "You need to understand what you feel for her, it is not my place to point you out if you are in pure denial. But what I can say is that if you observe her this much, if she makes you feel warm and happy, if you miss her when she's distant, if you feel annoyed when you're not the center of her attention, if you get jealous seeing her with someone else and last but not the least if you are sexually attracted towards her then she's not just a friend to you. There's more on the plate." With that Yoongi sipped the last drop of his Americano and walked towards the sink to place the glass. Hoseok was trying to process his every word. "And one more thing, always remember, we can certainly be sexually attracted to people but those never have anything to do the way we feel for them. But having both platonic attachment and sexual attraction for a single person isn't possible unless you are in the feels. So much so that you almost cheat on your girlfriend and… you ask them for kisses shamelessly when you want answers." Yoongi winked at Hoseok who just sat there understanding the weight of Yoongi's words as the wave of realization finally hit the shore of his heart breaking the resistance of denial.

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[samuelroukin]

To be fair to Soap, he and Roach are actually actively torturing each other. They don't look physically alike, and they're both going man that guy has a different personality is that what Ghost prefers? Roach: aw shit they have a cute little banter flirt thing going when I just. Plain do not like fucking talking. Soap: aw shit, Ghost probably likes how quiet Roach is and how physically expressive instead and how he's like flexible/agile/not a tank but lithe and he's always touching Ghost which he seems to dig a lot bc Roach is very tactile and people don't touch Ghost! They have different nationalities, hair colors, eye colors, builds everything and Roach is nervous about his scarred up face, while Soap is like shit they have so much more history and a deeper bond :( Both of them are going, okay Ghost clearly likes him better, right? So I'll take what I can get. And like they don't bring it up during sex but it's clear they are like. Aware. And trying *not* to ask. Soap on the one hand is like A) we haven't talked B) this is clearly not exclusive and C) if I ask this is just gonna stop happening. Meanwhile Roach is like A) we did go we can sleep w other people because they talked *around* the whole we're in love bc we are manly soldiers thing and both expected to be dead by now B) obvs Soap is prettier and younger and less beat up than me so I can't complain and just like Soap C) if I say something I will lose him/he will say to my face I'm not good enough anymore or worse pretend he's okay with just me when he's not.

Meanwhile Ghost is fucking sweating because he has no idea how the fuck he managed to pull one of these baddies let alone two and he's in love with both of them and would die if he loses one or both of them so he's keeping his mouth shut and pretending he hasn't noticed they're pulling the "that other dog, who is he" meme at each other because he thinks if he does this whole house of cards falls apart. Them not sleeping with him anymore is only his third worst case scenario. Second worst case scenario is they wise up and murder his ass. First worst case scenario? They realize how hot they are and what a great match they are (because literally only Ghost knows them both well enough to realize they probably actually would like each other and compliment each other quite a bit) and they leave him for each other and Ghost gets to be tortured forever over it.

So basically they're all suffering even while getting some, the secret ingredient to this trio is everyone thinks they are the lesser partner who got in on a technicality and is about to get cut and they are all slowly getting very very messy feelings for each other. It finally culminates in an actual not proxy threesome Roach institages over competitiveness and assuming Ghost wants to leave him and hasn't because of their history and such so he's hoping to make shit finally blow up. It doesn't quite go that way. Soap just really wants to get double teamed by them because he likes them both very very much and if he gets murdered at the end of it he's okay with that.

Price is so so so so so so so fucking tired and if he slips on one more condom these fuckers chucked at the trash can and missed he is gonna snap and kill everybody and put them out of their misery.

locking them all in a room together until they talk my god, i can't even feel bad for them when they're so dumb lskjskdkjhs

#meduseld #asks

[forbidding-souda]

Maybe some hcs on Kaeede x Mahiru

Kaede Akamatsu x Mahiru Koizumi headcanons

Omg my two lovie dovie movie povie lovie's they are my fav dr girls srs

currently listening: ieud by igorrr

playlist: the serpents inside the bear

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❤ The two of them got along really well. I doubt Kaede even noticed the fact that she was treated her differently (since she's a woman, compared to how she was treating Shuichi).

❤ Kaede was all, omfg look at this beautiful woman I have to flirt with her. And Mahiru was all, look at this intelligent honey bunny, I have to become friends with her. And both had the same endgoal in mind.

❤ I feel like Kaede could have done all the obvious flirting in the world and Mahiru would still be a little nervous to assume she likes women.

❤ Mahiru only hanging out with woman makes her oblivious to flirting vs. nice girl-talk.

❤ They would be like hella good friends before they start dating.

❤ I can imagine Mahiru going into concert halls and taking photos of Kaede while she is performing, and when she notices, and has the goofiest smile on her face. It's like when you're working and your friends come in as a customer.

❤ Mahiru critiques Saihara all the time and it's funny because it's like "how dare you not care for such a beautiful, lovely, kind-hearted, amazing, sweet, angelic woman such as her, I would in it instant!"

❤ Kaede gives her a valentines day gift and she is all like aww thank you. And Kaede is punching the wall like CAN SHE ACCEPT MY FLIRTING?

❤ Sometimes the two will go swimming together and when Kaede's hair gets all in her face, Mahiru will brush it away, and they share this moment of looking into each others eyes.

❤ Hiyoko completely catches onto the flirtatiousness from Kaede, and while knowing Mahiru completely likes her, has to infiltrate the situation. Hiyoko is the reason they got together.

❤ Speaking of that, I think both Mahiru and Hiyoko shit on Shuichi (even though Mahiru is doing it in a big-sister way, and Hiyoko is doing it in a if-you-interfere-with-my-match-making-I-will-fucking-kill-you way).

❤ I think White Day is when Mahiru asks her out.

❤ After Valentines Day, Hiyoko was like "I think she got you that gift because she likes you" and after much convincing Mahiru was like oh shit.

❤ I can imagine a stereotypical bouquet, maybe ones with plastic little piano tile strands for decoration of the color scheme.

❤ She would be blushing so bad too like she'll be so nervous.

❤ Kaede says yes yes and yes (of course).

❤ They're such a cute couple, too. They're like always together.

❤ On Kaede's tours, Mahiru gets to also travel the world and take photos of many different type of people. She gets to meet lots of families and see different cultures, she loves it.

❤ Mahiru teaches Kaede how to dance and is surprised that she never thought about how to sway to her own music - the only thing ever on her mind is how to compose it.

❤ Mahiru does all the chores because that's what she grew up doing and that's what she's confident with doing. She can teach Kaede how to do things like fold laundry and such. It's like a bonding exercise.

❤ Kaede can braid her hair, almost like a spa day, with face masks and painted toes.

❤ Mahiru teaches Kaede how to play Slide and they play it whenever they're bored in public.

❤ Kaede draws little stick figures of them on sticky notes that she places on the lens cap on her camera(s).

❤ The sound of piano doesn't bother her at all, it's one of those things where she hears it so often that it doesn't even process in her head anymore.

❤ If anything, when Kaede is off on a tour and she can't join her, at 2am when Kaede comes home and hops right on the piano, the sound is something rather comforting to wake up to.

#kaede akamatsu #mahiru koizumi #rare pair #rarepair #danganronpa rare pair #danganronpa rarepair #kaede akamatsu x mahiru koizumi #mahiru koizumi x kaede akamatsu

[tfsroleplay]

Sylvia leans her head on her hand, silent as her mother talks about... something. She's tuned out to the conversation, and it's not like she's actually involved in it. They're sitting in a small outdoor seating area of a Splatsville restaurant. Cassidy sits beside Cynthia, smile growing as she looks at Sylvia.

Her mother and Cassidy ordered for her before she'd arrived, and she hadn't touched it. Instead she's snacking on some takoyaki she ordered herself, refusing to let it out of her sight in case either of them would mess with it.

"Sylvia, you've hardly touched your food. What, worried I've done something to it?"

Sylvia blankly stares at the girl, scoffing. When she and Cassidy would hang out as teenagers, either in their homes or a restaurant, Sylvia would typically eat whatever spicy stuff they'd have, to the point that if Cassidy accidentally got something spicy, she’d give it to Sylvia. Though her go to was spicing up pasta, and that's basically what's sitting in front of her.

"...I can't eat this anymore, I'd likely get sick."

Honestly, even if she could eat it, since it was out of her sight before she got there she wouldn't...

"Such a big baby."

Cassidy chuckles, folding her hands together. Sylvia instinctively moves back in her seat, mindful of her hands. The same ones that attacked her a while back. Both her and Cynthia have the same shade of nail polish on, Sylvia notices. Not a good sign...

"Can't you just tell me what you two want so I can get on with my day? I have stuff that needs to be done, you know."

Cynthia hums, tapping her fingers against the table.

"Well, I need another favor. This time it's from you and Cassidy. She's already agreed, now I just need you to play along too."

Sylvia almost immediately glares at Cassidy. Two of her least favorite people wanting something from her... She's already preparing for the worst.

"Your mom wants us to do a duet for a party, like old times."

Sylvia raises an eyebrow, looking at the two of them.

"...That's it? A duet??"

"That's it."

Sylvia kept looking at the two of them, trying to see if there was any hidden meaning behind it. She blinked, feeling a lot more annoyed than when their meeting started.

"Great, I’m entertaining a bunch of rich people… This could've easily been a text, what was the point of meeting up?? Fucking hell, I could've gotten so much shit done."

"Ugh, such language, a lady should be more proper than you."

Cythina reaches forward, moving to grab something off the table but Sylvia quickly leans back in her chair. She glances at her mother's nails, silent.

"...Nice color, aren't they? Cassidy and I match."

Sylvia takes a bite of her takoyaki to keep her mouth busy, not wanting to interrupt and cause trouble for herself.

"Now, can I count on your wonderful skills to not embarrass me?"

"...When and where...?"

"Perfect. I can send you the details. And I hope you know you won't be the only one there this time."

Cynthia sighs, leaning her head on her hand. She taps her nails against the table.

"As much as it pains me to say, I also need your Father to attend. So do me a favor and dress him up proper. That man won't say no since you've already agreed. Cod knows he can’t dress himself right. Pathetic..."

"Who the FUCK do you think you are, talking down on him?! At least he's a fucking good parent, unlike YOU!"

Sylvia yells, slamming her hands on the table. The other Splatsville citizens don't even bat an eye, too used to the roughhousing that typically happens in the city...

"I suggest you watch your tone, Sylvia."

Cynthia reached forward, gripping Sylvia's wrist tightly, her nails nearly piercing her skin.

#tfs sylvia #tfs cynthia #Sylvia V: Default #((at least sylvia won't be alone)) #((though she might prefer it...))

[onbearfeet]

Oops all murder eyes

So I went to the Hellfire Gala (an X-Men-themed party thrown by D23) at SDCC 2023. I had about a week to make my outfit, so I grabbed some discount black sateen and the pattern I got for a bridesmaid dress and threw together a black evening gown with princess seams and a pop of red at the deep V neckline. I added a silvery sleeve and glove for my left arm, painted a red star on my deltoid, threw together black opera gloves, grabbed a red star pendant, and called it done. The event was crowded, so I kept an N95 on the whole time, but I used scrap fabric to make a mask cover that matched the dress. I also went a LITTLE heavy on the smoky eye.

Anyway, the point of all this was to look like I'd tried because it was a fancy party at a club and I grew up going to the kind of schools that banned dancing. I can't dance, my go-to social alcohol is cider or mead thanks to historical reenactor friends, and my PTSD makes loud club environments extremely Not Good. I am the worst possible person to bring to a nightclub, but I desperately wanted to go so I could say I'd been to one once. Plus, comics and a sewing challenge are two things I like.

Three more bits of context: I have medium-to-dark brown hair (depending on the lighting) that is starting to silver, my eyes are deep-set and change color easily, and I'm blind as shit without my glasses.

Anyway, down in the basement, there was a photo op with cutouts of the characters from the '90s X-Men cartoon, and my date and I decided to get a picture there together. I whipped my glasses off because I didn't want to waste my eyeshadow job on a lens reflection, and that's when I realized I couldn't see the fucking camera anymore. My date struck a perfect Rogue pose, finger on lip, and I turned toward where I thought the camera might be and peered into the darkness behind the lights. I still hadn't found it when I heard the click.

I got the photo today. I'm not gonna post it, but please imagine the Winter Soldier in the form of a pudgy middle-aged woman in an evening gown, her head slightly dropped like a wolf's, glowering straight at you over the top of a black mask with pure murder in her eyes, which are apparently silver when she wears that much eyeshadow. I actually flinched, even though I KNEW that was just my blind/confused face and not my actual murder stare.

I finally understand why my students tell me to keep my glasses on.

#katlore #kat's weird life #and yes i made an evening gown i could fight in #i probably walked about four miles in that gown all told #i actually broke a heel on the way to the gala #luckily i had emergency shoes in my bag #it was a fun evening #i kinda wish I'd gotten to fight in thsy dress actually #so many ways to hide weapons in a petticoat #this is going in a novel someday

[rippedcode]

Color Codes

1

Teenage Jealously

"it sucks like fuck I let you see that I'm green with teenage jealously"

Airplane Conversations

Silver

not really a lyric that means a color but could count

Blacklight

New Wave

"every single time you through your white flag down and surrender"

I'm a Natural Blue

the song title

Cluster

Crave

"My quiet blue tomb of you"

"but this kind of great don't come without it's share of grey"

Mad All The Time

"Im seeing red and nothing else. I feel mad all the time"

Pink

song title

Double Dare

Gloom Boys

"I don't want this black cloud anymore"

Stupid For You

"I'm color-coding my moods"

"you're yellow, I'm natural blue"

"let's get together and be green like my insides. at least i'll match your eyes: jealous and hypnotized"

Powerless

"I'm just waiting on your green light"

Plum Island

plum is a color

Entertainment

Blonde

song title

"I think the blondes are done with fun"

"I got blonde when I'm sad"

"I go blue when I've had a blink at home to breathe"

Peach (Lobotomy)

Peach - song title

Lucky People

"I'll be your optimistic black hole full of love I can't control"

"you're my yellow, lovely"

Sleep Alone

"my face feels hot and blue when I'm alone with you"

Fandom

Cherry Red

"cherry red you know I died for you"

"sour green we both lost me"

Easy to Hate

"my blue and green, they turn to red"

"it's like you were yellow but the lights were red"

I Miss Having Sex But At Least I Dont Wanna Die Anymore

"I miss seeing the red on your face when I made you blush"

War Crimes

"Give back my halo you stole, it's silver and cold"

reboot

"you're not worth my color"

Greatest Hits

Numb

"how can i be a black hole and your favorite constellation?"

"self-care, green hair, looking cute today"

Violet

song title

Magnetic

"headlights in my eyes go black"

"pink velvet on my bedroom floor"

Crying Over It All

"cherry red's your touch"