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saturnxgojo · 3 months

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trios dont work. // satosugu x reader (business AU)

test to see how people like this idea

✦ Pairing: satoru gojo x suguru geto x afab!reader (she/her)

✦ Summary: trios dont work, and nine years later consequences hit

✦ Warnings: alcoholism, mention of death (mamagumi), passing out due to alcohol consumption, abandonment, clubs dunno what else lmk

✦ A/n: this so far isnt done yet, ive been writing a mucchhhh longer version since october, but i wanna see if you guys like this idea so lmk in the comments if yall want more so i can post the whole thing

✦ Wordcount: 2905

✦ ATTENTION!!! do not copy. translate, remake my work, i do not give you permission to so dont do it. also GIF not mine, credits to the creator.

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nine years. It had been nine years.

The first year felt unrealistic. It was strange. going from being side by side with each other almost 24/7 to no contact at all. [Name] didn’t know what she did wrong, just that one day Satoru and Suguru decided they didn’t want her in their life anymore.

She remembered everything of their last day together, every once in a while it would suddenly pop back up into her head, but in that first year, it replayed again and again; every day.

“Suguru!” [Name] had called out to one of the two teenage boys as she caught up to them “hi!”

Suguru flung his arm around the girl's shoulders, pulling her into his side as she greeted Satoru.

“Where have you been, doll? We were looking for you.”

[Name] laughed as she grabbed their hands and pulled them along. “Shoko and I accidentally forgot to sleep, so when I did fall asleep around ten I was doomed to wake up late.”

The two boys looked at each other and smiled, the little ball of sunshine walking in front still pulling them along.

“So four hours of sleep and already this energetic? you still gotta teach me that trick.” Satoru commented as he looked at her, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. She replied with a ‘real magicians don’t explain their best tricks’

After they walked for a while, they finally reached the top of a mountain, looking down on the city below.

The beginning of summer break celebration was going on, kids from their private school and from public schools in the city came together to celebrate. Many people crowded the streets, there was music, and they could see everything perfectly.

“look who knows the best spots once again”

They had spent the entire afternoon on the top of that mountain since classes were canceled due to the celebration, their fellow students were down there, having fun.

But as they were probably dancing and partying; Satoru took on the challenge to chase [Name] around the hill, she yelped and ran behind the other boy, clutching to the back of his shirt for protection as she heard the two boys negotiate.

“Don’t you dare Suguru,” she warned, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind. He placed one of his hands on hers and suddenly pulled her to the front. “Not you too please! ah!” she yelped, but the next moment she was giggling, she could never stand a chance against their tickle war. Ever since they found out she was very ticklish a few years ago it had become a thing for them to annoy her with. Whenever it was if she were sad, annoyed, angry, or if they felt like it, the boys would look at each other and [Name] would run instantly if she saw. (Which she most of the time didn’t and fell into their grasp giggling.)

Later at night they went back to the school, they had watched the sun set, then the fireworks, and then [name] and Satoru listened and looked in awe as Suguru pointed out constellations in the night sky. It was perfect.

At some point her eyes fell and she slept. The black haired boy looked down at her sleeping on Satoru's shoulder before giving a sad smile.

“She will never forgive us.”

“But at least we'll protect her.”

The next morning when [name] woke up in the room she shared with Shoko there was a little note on her nightstand.

‘you’re gonna be okay’ in Satoru’s messy and rushed handwriting. She got dressed and ran out of her room, looking for her best friends. what did Satoru mean with that she was gonna be okay?

She looked all over the grounds, the dining hall, library, common rooms, classrooms, the fields and gardens. Eventually she decided to also check their dorm. Girls and boys weren’t originally allowed in each other's dorm rooms, but since everyone was packing their stuff for summer the teachers didn’t care. So she followed the familiar path towards the boys their shared room. The posters were gone from their door, but they probably took those down first she thought. [name] knocked on the door, no reaction. She opened the door to find it completely empty except for the furniture that belonged to the school.

Graduation was next week, why were they moved out already? For the last few years they always did that together. Where were they? As she turned around and bumped into Nanami, he looked just as confused as he took in the empty room.

He looked at her, his mouth opening but no sound coming out. She knew what he was gonna ask, “They’re putting their stuff into the car or?”

She showed him the note in her hand and Nanami just got more question marks behind his eyes.

For a week she wondered where they were, she held hope they’d come knocking on her temporary apartment building her parents owned as she waited in the city for graduation. However; no knock came, no call, no letter or note, nothing. Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru disappeared from the radar.

When graduation rolled around word went round that Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru would not be attending. They had waited for this moment for she didn’t know how long. Plans were made to go out with their other friends after, they had plans for the future! But now, instead of her two best friends cheering on her louder than anyone else as she held her valedictorian speech, her other friends cheered double as hard. They knew she’d been struggling this week. Shoko had crashed at her temporary apartment since she didn’t want to deal with her parents. Nanami also came by daily, and if they hadn’t been there, no one would’ve known what would’ve happened to [name].

The second year was still unbearable. [Name] worked a lot, saving money, attending college, going out with her friends on the weekends. She often found herself looking to her sides, expecting to see one of her two former best friends walking there. She always looked for them in crowds, she looked everywhere, but they were nowhere to be found.

In the third year [name] finally figured out her future. She was in her third year but decided to drop out. She saved a lot of money, and she was relatively well off so she bought a building in the busy city and within six months the place opened to a magnificent night club and partially a cafe two times a week. It took a lot of promotion, and a lot of patience until the place blew up.

In just the first year that it opened, she gained so much she paid off the entire loan of the building. It hit off with people her age, and at just nineteen [name] was going to become one of the youngest millionaires of her time, she just didn’t know it yet.

Her friends loved the place too, and they were immensely proud of [name] after what she had gone through a few years prior. She proved to the world that the only person she truly needed was herself and that she could do whatever she wanted to.

The second year after opening the fourth without Gojo and Geto [name] opened a second location of her club across the world in Los Angeles.

And now nine years later, and six locations in Tokyo, Los Angeles, Amsterdam, NYC, Paris and London [Name] had in fact become the fastest growing self made millionaire at her age. She lived in Beverly Hills, had her own place designed and built and she was living the life.

Now; in her bathroom it was still a calm Saturday night but she knew that in an hour she would be in her own club, observing the people as she sipped on her drink. Saturdays were the busiest; first day of the weekend but that also meant a lot of money.

“Scarlett?” [name] called out to her assistant who walked towards the entrance of the bathroom. “Take two weeks off, alright? Paid vacation of course, take your wife anywhere you want, put it on my bill. It’s summer and you haven’t been on a break since last year. It’s not up for debate.” She was fixing the last strands of her hair before turning towards the woman in her doorframe who looked a bit ill at her words. “Now, how do I look?” she gave Scarlett a smile.

“As beautiful as always. And… Are you sure you’ll be fine? I mean… Two weeks is a lot.” Scarlett loved her job, not because it paid well, or because her boss was very generous. She loved her job because her boss felt more like a close friend rather than a boss.

“You’re right, make it three weeks. You deserve it, you and your wife both. I’ll be fine, I know how to start a washer and dryer, I know how to do the dishes. What else would I need? Now, have fun on your vacation, you better send me pics, and have fun! I gotta get going now though cause I'm already late.”

Scarlett still looked a bit sick as she bid farewell to her boss, but at least she could finally take a break, which she was too shy to admit she actually needed.

[Name] walked through the front door of the club, she didn’t pick favorites is what she told others, but the location here in LA and the one in Paris were definitely her favorites of the six she owned. The music was beaming, lights flashing and the scent of alcohol and sweat hung in the air. Security guards nodded at her in a silent greeting as she made her way to her office, one of them trailing her for her own protection. Tonight was going to be a good night, she thought as she poured herself a drink, quickly drowning it before taking a glance at the paperwork that had been assembled on her desk during the last few days. She’d take it home when she left tonight. The security guard opened the door again and waited for her to lock it, after she gave him the signal he didn’t have to trail her tonight.

She walked past the VIP area, making some small conversations with people she’d seen before. There were new faces too, there always were. All different types of ‘em too. It was a safe space as well as a club. She stopped at Toji’s table, how he and her met was a long story. Everyone at [Name] her boarding school knew of the Zen’in family and their generations at the school, same as the Gojo family, as well as her own. She’d seen him here at the club one day a few years ago, standing at the bar and damn he looked familiar she had thought. It soon clicked in her head and she walked up to him.

“Zen’in?” she had called as she stood behind him.

“Fushiguro now actually, took my wife's last name.” he said as he turned around, looking at the young woman in front of him. “Wait,” he had studied her face, until his eyes landed on the obvious giveaway of her family “[last name]?”. She nodded and smiled in response to his guess. “Never thought I’d see one of you all the way out here.”

“Well, someone has to be the millionaire of the family.” Toji’s eyes widened as he asked for more details, giving an impressed grin when he found out she was the owner.

“You got it good, girl. I wouldn’t have suspected you to be the type.”

“Hello again, it’s been a while.” She sat down on the couch next to him, observing the people as they danced to the music. There were some empty glasses in front of him but Toji seemed rather sober.

“[Last name], you look good tonight.” he gave her a grin, it had been a few years since his wife died, the first few years were a mess for him, he was in here every night drinking away his grief. But over the years he had come to accept her passing and actually started taking care of his son again. Now he came every weekend, mostly just Saturdays since that's when his son was at his friends’ or godfathers house. “Thank you,” she smiled at him, smoothing out the satin dress on her body. “How’s Megs?” She hadn’t seen either of them ‘cause they’d been residing in Japan for a while. Toji smiled at the mention of his son. It took him too long to realize that the little boy was his light in life, his wife lived on in him and oh he was amazing.

“He’s fine, great actually. He graduated from Jujutsu High a few weeks ago…” as Toji said that an old but familliar scent hit [name] her nostrils and she immediately turned her head around but didn’t find what she smelled. “It was amazing to see him receive his diploma. To be really honest, a few years ago I thought I’d never be back at that place again after I graduated years and years ago myself.”

“He’s so grown up already, I can remember when you told me he just started.” [Name] turned her head back towards her friend with a smile that didn’t quite meet her eyes. “And to be fair, I don’t think I’ll ever return to Jujutsu High again, no matter the reason.” there was a reason- there were simply too many memories there that she had tried her hardest to forget. Those memories being the ones she just smelled.

The mixed scent of sweet floral yet strong cologne and a really overwhelming smell of pine and vanilla still hung faintly in the air.

It can’t be, she thought. Her mind was just playing tricks on her because Toji had her remember things she didn’t want to. There’s no way.

Yet when she bid farewell to Toji and walked towards the bar she smelled it again. The bartenders didn’t look up when she walked behind the bar and poured herself a drink, yet she overheard their conversations.

“That man's eyes… wow! I’ve never seen anyone with eyes that bright!”

It’s not him. They’re not here.

“But the other one! His shoulders… my god.”

[Name] walked away before she’d drive herself insane over this. There was no way they were here. If they were, she would’ve spotted them already. Even though a decade can change a lot about a person; Gojo’s bright blue eyes and bright hair and Geto’s long dark hair and muscled figure always stood out, especially when together.

She wasn’t even sure if they’d regcronise her. She cut her hair, the final stages of puberty hit her later so she got some more curves and flesh, her style had changed and so had her personality. Though deep down she knew that if she’d ever see those two boys again, she’d turn back into her old bubbly self if it took too long. She always had a soft spot for them, no matter what happened or how much she denied it, they would always be a part of her past. Toji had also once told her she walked around like she owned the place, to which she replied that she did. He’d given her credit for the remark and she’d told him to put things on her tab that night.

With a racing heart she went back to observing the crowds. Walking alongside tables, along the dancefloor, everywhere.

Theres no way these two fucks still wear the same cologne after years.

She sipped her drink, it burned in her throat, but it wasn't unpleasant. She walked towards the staircase for staff and security. All the way up it overlooked the layout of the building and she could spot things easier.

I’m going to drive myself insane by looking for people that aren’t-

Her train of thoughts stopped when she saw a mob of bright white hair, she stared at it for ten seconds before looking at the person's face and she felt her head get light, looking besides him she saw a familiar black haired man.

Fuck.

She turned around, not being able to look anymore. The top of the stairs wasn't lit, so the chance they would’ve seen her was slim, very slim. [Name] sunk to the ground and drowned her drink in one go, this time the burn lasted longer and she closed her eyes. A few years ago she had promised herself that if she’d ever find them in her club- her property, she’d get them kicked out. Yet now that she found them, that seemed impossible. She couldn’t just walk up to them and tell them to get out of here.

Why not?

Why not? There was no reason as to why not. As she said, it was her property, she could do whatever she wanted and before she realized it herself she was already making her way to the table they were sitting at.

The music seemed to dim, the world became clearer yet also blurrier as she stood in front of them.

“Get the fuck out of my place.” she said, there was anger and aggression in her voice as she looked at them. “Now.”

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kenlvry · 1 year

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Hi there I same you writing for South Park and I wanted to put in a request, how would the main 4 (separate) when their gf gets hurt/in a fight?

Also love how you write them sm

-orchrid anon

how the main 4 would react when their gf gets hurt in a fight

note: HELLO ORCHRID ANON, you sound so sweet, thankyou for the complement i hope you enjoy this one! tw: slight sa in cartmans

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kenny mccormick

it was lunch and kenny and others was talking about the new game thats about to launch in a couple weeks, stan then asked kenny if you and bebe has been fighting lately.

he was quite confused and asked why he said that, "dude didn't you see? the entire class the both of them was staring at each other as if they wanted to rip each others hair out" kyle chimed into the convo, apparently the whole class noticed it, kenny was focused on something else during class so he didn't notice anything.

all of the sudden some other 4 graders was running outside, cartman asked what was going on and the 4th grader said bebes hair is getting ripped out by you

kenny was shocked af, you weren't the type to get into fights because of how you always forgave people. if bebe did something to you so much to the fact you would fight her makes him worried.

all of them rushed outside to see a big circle and in the middle with you and bebe ,you had your hair tied up with loose hair strands. your lips was bleeding and so was your eyebrow. you cheek was swollen, but if you look at bebe she was a thousand times worse.

you were sitting on top of bebe punching her and kenny knew if he didn't get involved bebe would be dead by the time the fight ended, kenny pulled you away from the fight with you trying to kill that bitch. he quickly took you home despite still being school hours

"what the fuck happened babe? if someones been bothering you, you could've tell me i can handle it" (because of his alter persona being mysterion) "that bitch was talking about my mom being a whore and effing her dad, how could i not get mad???" kenny settled you down on your bed for you to blow some steam off on your pillow.

coming back with the first aid kit he treated your wounds and bruises with you moaning abt it not hurting and wanting to continue fighting. "babe next time dont hurt your precious face like this, just tell me okay? i dont want you to be in trouble"

he was really sweet for comforting you and you calmed down. you kissed him for thanks "damn, do that again but longer" you laughed and so did he. he ended up staying over and listened to you ranting to him about how fucked up bebe is, you two cuddled and watched some movie knowing tmr you'd get sent to mr mackeys for fighting and ditching school . kenny also made a mental note to visit bebe tonight.. <3

stan marsh

school ended and you stan and the others promised to go play at your house, some of the girls called you out, they waited long for you outside of school and cartman was not having it, about 5 minutes later you came out the door

but it seemed like you got into a fight, your hair was a mess and your face was fucked up, even your coat and scarf was missing, you looked like you could have frost bite any second.

the four of them rushed over to ask millions of questions, while being questioned stan realized you were freezing and gave you his coat, he'd rather him being cold than you, now back to questioning.

"what happened dude? you look like shit" you explained that apparently when wendy and the other girls called you to the playground to "talk" it was about stan, wendy was not happy stan broke up with her for you, when you arrived they were wendy and her cronies surrounding you, "what did i tell you about touching stan y/n?! dont fuck with me!"

they all jumped you trying to fuck up your face so stan would loose feelings for you, what they didn't know though was you could take all of them while sleeping, you were a black belt and your dad always taught you self defense, you easily took them. you should've known that wendy had ill intentions towards you.

when stan heard all of this he was fuming he wanted to go in and beat all of them up, luckily he doesn't fight women (unless necessary) kyle and the others was also mad af, you told them to deal with it tmr because all you wanted to do was go home and play some games or wtv.

the next day stan marched right up to wendy, and wow did you handle her.her face was wayyy worse than you, stan almost laughed. anyways he yelled at her on how stupid of it for her to fight you just because they broke up. it got heated real fast, stan ended it with saying "well fuck you wendy, after this don't even think i'd even consider you as a friend!!" he wanted to say so may things but if he did even you would be mad at him.

he'd take care of you until your wounds and bruises gets better, when you do anything he'd act like a whole mother. after this wendy always glared and didn't dare touch you.

kyle broflovski

when he heard you got into a fight he couldn't believe it like "y/n??? y/n l/n??? my girlfriend y/n??" "oh my fucking god yes" he was waiting for you outside the counselors office (with the other of course), it took really long and it sounded like you and whoever it was, was arguing inside.

it ended with a loud sigh from mr mackey and telling the both of you to get out. you came out with your hands in your pockets looking annoyed, you had a tissue up you nose, your eyebrows was bleeding and you had a small cut on your forehead. they were shocked at the state of your face. then the girl that you fought came out. it was a random 4th grader the others haven't meet before, apparently it was the new kid.

you told them that she had moved to the house infront of you and caused havoc, she'd throw eggs at your window and rocks at your bedroom windows, would also ask you to come over just to ask you to clean up her house! you told your parents but they would never catch her in the act. you punched her one day not wanting to deal with the shit she puts you through and she promised the next time she saw you it was on. you just didn't know it'd be at school.

you sigh knowing you have to deal with your parents later. kyle immediately took you the school nurse getting bandages for your wounds and a ice pack for whatever he thought its for. he didn't knew how to do anything but tried so hard, so precious. he told you to stay still and wouldn't have to lift a finger because he and the others can handle it.

the new kid was introduced and everyone knew what she did, you were a very famous lovable person, everyone loved you. wendy rolled her eyes at her knowing what she did to you. everyone ignored her. even when she was being introduced nobody was paying attention, they were just playing. she was mad to say the least, she thought everyone would love her esp kyle bc she took a liking to him!!

when you came back from the nurses office everyone greeted you. asking if your ok and if you need help. the new kid looked pissed at the sudden fame you got. you asked kyle what happened and he told you that not only he told everyone what happened between you two, he spread rumours about her, telling everyone she was someone who'd steal everyones mans and how she liked to steal things

you laughed at his efforts and also didn't know he could be such a gossip girl you kissed him to show thanks, the year continued with the new kid having 1-2 friends just because she was a bitch to you <3

eric cartman

him and three others was at his house waiting for you so they can go and play basketball. while on your guys way to his house some 6th grader called you over, you did and told them to go ahead and wait for you. it was well past 20 minutes now and they re getting bored.

"dude where is your girlfriend? she's taking forever omgg" "i dont know geez" suddenly you burst open the door making them all jump. you were out of breath and looked horrible , your hair looks like you haven't showered in years, your cheek was swollen and your coat had a tear in it, "dude what the fuck happened" "yeah you okay?" you were in tears.

the 6th grades asked to borrow 100$ which you didnt have so you refused but they wanted it now, you told them you didnt have them, you were getting real scared and wanted to run away, you looked behind you to see if it was okay to run or if there was someone you can call for help when all of the sudden someone grabbed you shoulder and demanded the 100$, he grabbed strands of your hair and kissed it saying that you can pay with something else winking at you. the other two 6th graders just laughed and you punched him, you were grossed out. they were shocked, the other 6th grader punched you and it was a full on fight, you could handle two of them but the other was too strong, you just ran off to cartmans house scared.

after you told the story cartman wanted to go and burn the 6th graders house but he hold it in "dont worry, i got this" cartman said to your crying figure on the couch and left the house. you looked dumbfounded but wtv.

(the 6th graders pov)you went home after getting beaten up by some lousy girl, you made sure to make a mental note to meet her tmr. going up the stairs to greet your pet bird, he was your fav thing in the world, you lov- hes dead. what the fuck, your room was trashed, all of your clothing was torn apart and on the floor was a note written on it was (fuck your 100$ bitch) .............

when cartman got back he told everyone to go home and to just play tmr, except you of course you can stay, he acted all tough but he was actually so worried for you, he treated to your bruises immediately, he was surprisingly good, the next day the 6th graders didnt bother you, infact they were scared of you, whatever cartman did you were so thankful

you kissed him and hugged him, he cringed and made puking noises but he loved it, you both knew <3

hope you liked it, cartmans is a bit messy cz i got tired halfway writing all of this sorry!!

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brownsugarwrites · 3 months

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Poundcake.

✰ pairings: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x black!fem!reader

✰ warnings: none! fluff with a liddol bit of suggestive content. reader cooks soul food (no debate)

✰ a/n: this was soooooo yummy to write! I hope I can write more ghost in the future I love this man.

There was a click of the knob at the door. “He’s home, you thought, eyes coming away from the TV as you stood behind the stove.

Hearing the door perch open, you hear his heavy boots stepping into the house as the smell of pound cake infiltrates his nose.

“I'm guessing my princess is in the kitchen, right?”

“Hi, baby!!!” You greeted him gleefully before shuffling your feet towards him and hugging him. Firm arms wrapped around your thick waist, crushing you slightly.

“I missed you around here,” you told him, pouting as he gave you a light pat on your head.

“I missed ya too, sweetheart. Food smells divine,” he compliments

You blush a little as you give a little thanks, telling him you’d been cooking all day for him, waiting for him to get back

It was something you started to do for him about a year into actually living with each other, and now that you were engaged, it became a habit

“Well, I'm going to make me a plate-“ he started

Your face scrunched up in disgust. He knows you make him shower before he can eat.

“Simon…. I dont know why you come up in this house acting brand new. You know to get in the shower before you sit at the table,” you responded with attitude, popping your hip out.

“But sweetheart-“ he began

“But sweetheart, nothing. Get cleaned up and put your clothes in the laundry room. Your plate will be ready when you come downstairs.”

Huffing like a child, he took his bag and lugged himself up the stairs to get into his house clothes.

As you watched him go up the stairs, you quickly turned your attention back to the oven, opening it to take the cake out to let it cool.

While he showered, you set the tray tables and queued the TV to another episode of Real Housewives of Atlanta.

About a good hour later, you turned your head to the heavy footsteps that came down the stairs to meet you in the living room.

You watched as his shirt clung to his body, showcasing his physique. To you, he looked a little more...fluffy than usual. You noticed in his abdominal area he was losing some defintation. Which you found cute and a little sexy, knowing he could still probably fold you into a pretzel while fucking you.

"What do you want on your plate, big boy?" you asked playfully, a smile gracing your face.

His cheeks were turning pink as he told you he was okay to make his own plate.

"Si, you've been gone for four months. What makes you think I'm not going to make your first plate back?" you said, standing up and going to meet him where he was at

"tell me what you want," you said, looking up at him so innocently

What he wanted was to take you upstairs and have his face in your cunt till the sun rose until he heard his stomach growling.

"A little bit of everything is fine, princess," he told you, hands moving down your waist, effectively cupping your ass with his big hands.

Rolling your eyes, you pulled away from him, going to the kitchen to make you and his plate.

Coming into the living room with the warm, fragrant food, you sat it before him as he drooled over it.

"lemme get you something to drink, ok," you said before scurrying to the refrigerator to get a bottle of water and a pop.

Seeing that he had already started eating his food, you giggled as you watched him stuff his face full.

"Is it good?" you joked, plopping down next to him and giving him his drink.

"Spectacular," he managed to get out before taking another bite

Pressing play on the TV, the two of you watched Real Housewives as y'all ate. Once Simon was finished, he sat back on the couch, rubbing his stomach in content

"You're gonna make me fat with all this good cookin', princess." he laughed

"Good!" you smiled at him

Seeing his eyes get heavy, you knew the food was sitting in, and he was getting the itis.

"You want a piece of pound cake, big boy?" you asked, rubbing a hand up and down his arm.

"No, thank you, sweetheart." he simply stated before cuddling you on the couch. "Thank you for the food, my love. I'm happy to be home."

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vikersund · 7 months

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Hi! I hope this post won't flop </3

first of all I wanted to finally reveal myself on this platform - many of you know me as Himbeertee_ on tiktok and twitter, Hello! Yes, I'm also here :P

I felt like last few days were like a fever dream - so I decided to write a summary/recap of my journey to Stozice.

It was not my first Joker Out show, last month I was in Żalec and both times I traveled by train and bus, so if anyone wonders how to get to Slovenia from Poland - the cheapest way is by Flixbus, but the fastest is by plane. I spent 5 hours in train and 11 hours in bus and it was only one way ride.

Me and my friend arrived at the arena around 4pm and we were 24/25 in the queue and we ended up at barricade in front of Kris, thanks to long catwalk and very long barricade. (I wanted to be at Kris' side, because duuuh i'm a Kris girlie).

If it comes to new merch - there were new winter beanies, new shirts, hoodies, socks, UM and Demoni CD's, condoms, new notebook (juhuhu hahaha), new tote bags and if you ask me... well.. those shirts didn't look good at least for me, but the rest of it was fine. I bought baby boos socks, because (to the unpopular opinion) I love the name xD

If it comes to the show alone, I will try to describe few songs. As you might have seen on twitter I managed to get the setlist (which was leaked at least day before - and unfortunately i saw some of it so I didnt experience the surprise).

The live-from-backstage intro was so cool, like I had chills, the screen was turning from the backstage to black screen or to joker out sign with the music that made your heart beat to it, it definitely built an atmosphere, we saw Jo getting ready to rock the stage, Kris leading the 5 of them to the stage from backstage, then they finally came from behind drums, which was such a cool entrance!

First song was Sunny Side of London - and now I understand that they picked it as an opener because of the "welcome" at the beginning, but when I first heard it i was kinda sceptical why is this the first song. People from the brass band joined them for the iconic balcan solo (dare I say - Kris outwhored himself during the solo).

Then we screamed for the record and we beat it, but honestly I think that the result should be higher, but because it was such an open space, the device didnt gather the sound as good as in smaller venues.

Then gola and bele sanje - honestly don't remember much of it because I was enjoying myself, maybe a little too much, but the guitar transition from bele sanje to plastika was sooooo good.

Plastika oh plastika! This song is made for concerts, everyone were screaming their lungs off and Bojan was everywhere, including the cat walk.

Proti toku - what can I say other than justice for Proti Toku! Like i dont understand why they abandoned this song at the shows...

As you already know I was at Kris' side and I had the best view on him, let me tell you. This man didn't hold back during dopamin, his moves were electric and there should be another twitter account "Kris shuffles to:"

Padam - Bojan sang the song laying on the catwalk for the entire length of the song and for a moment I was so confused where he went, because I didn't see him at first.

Then after Padam we had a small break, that included screenings of pre-eurovision clips from their vlogs and during that everyone was lying on the stage (not sure about Jure tho).

Then demoni happened and the Iconic scream was... well... demonic xD Bojan ended up almost on all fours in front of 12k audience. You're welcome or something.

Katrina - is another song which was made to being played on stage. I loved the red and white lights especially, bojan was very slutty and we were introduced to releasing fumes from the pyro stuff (not real pyro or fire on their show in Stozice).

ASTP - AMAZING intro played by a dude with trumpet, I had chills, Bojan was sitting on his knees on the stage, listening to it. I'll try to upload it to tiktok later! It is one of my fav songs. Great vocals from Bojan and Kris, the second one was very slutty af during the song (who is surprised at this point?). No Janace ending, Jan ended the song playing at the end of catwalk, nice moment between Nace and Bojan.

Omamljeno Telo - well this is the only JO song that I am not that much a fan of, but they definitely delivered their perfomance, especially when everyone went to the catwalk. We had Kris/Nace moment during the song.

Kot Srce Ki Kri Poganja - will you banish me If I tell you that I have never heard any of their unreleased songs?

Anyway I LOVED THIS SONG, can they release it on new album please? I already knew that Martin will join them because I saw pics from backstage before the show, but I was surprised to see Matic there. This songs slaps and I fell in love with the vibe martin gave while playing the bass. I couldnt stop staring at him, he was magnetic and so happy to play with others. I might cry a little when Nace gave him his bass. I loved how everyone was hugging each other before and after the song. Such a heartwarming moment, even if Martin doesnt play anymore, you could definitely see that he is still part of the family <3

Metulji - amazing perfomance, again they delivered, love the song, also amazing Jan solo at the end of the song, kinda improvised i think? At least I have never heard those sounds before.

Vse Kar Vem - well, you know who I was focused on xD I guess I have a new Vse Kar Vem iconic video for you xD

NGVOT - before the song I was wondering if they will do Tavastia 2.0 with ngvot and the scream i I let out when I saw that Bojan was far from the mic, far enough to be late to start singing the song if he had to, and then I turned to look at Kris and I already knew. This is all I've been asking for. I'm so glad that Kris is more comfortable to sing the first verse, his voice was more relaxed, less shaky than in Tavastia, I loved the way he sang "ti pa barvo las" the way Bojan does. But I still think he has to work a little bit on his voice, because I know he CAN sing (from other videos). I wonder if they will leave this song as a duet for other shows in the future or If it was like one-time thing.

Vem Da Gres - all I remember was Nace on our side and how handsome he looked. I'm not a Nace girlie, but I can definitely see why others are, and his new hair and the outfit... asdfgrew

Ne Bi Smel - this time Jan joined our side and he had a nice moment with Bojan

Ona - Another time when men from brass band joined and it was the song which had changed arrangement. I loved it. the whole vibe of the song stayed the same, but the brass instruments elevated it. (If i think about any fuck ups during the show - it happened here - the mic of the Saxophone guy didnt work at first, I've heard him from the front row, but idk if people in the back have heard him). During this song they also showed me and my friend on the screen and i cant stop thinking about how the hell it happened xD Now i am immortal in joker out stozice lore xD

Tokio - honestly don't remember what was happening - probably I was just screaming and singing.

Umazane Misli - i loved it. I LOVED IT. The way Bojan was demanding the audience who and when should they sing, and then he came down to us and let 2 people sing, and he received the THREE KAKSI ANANAS LONKERO shirt and he loved it so much, he was so smiley and took this shirt with him on the stage.

Novi val - I almost cried. This is my fav song, and thanks to Joker Out Subs and Spela the project came true, the coloful lights flashed beautifully above boy's heads. We and them were touched and it was such a special moment. At the beginning of Novi Val Jure came to our side and we could see his outfit from the closer proximity, and dare I say it was second best after Kris'.

Last but not least - Carpe Diem. After novi val they left the stage, but everyone knew it wasnt over. The break was too long and It just clicked in my head that what if they are changing into their Eurovision clothes. AND THEY DID. I just predicted it seconds before it happened. It was unreal - like i just travelled back in time 5 months.

Overall it was the best night of my life. Everything was perfect. The lights were amazing. The stage was amazing. Clothes - god, the amount of details on each outfit! Personally I think Kris and Jure had the best outfits. I couldnt really see Jan and Nace outfit details, but the looked GOOD. But if I have to complain - not a fan of detachable sleeves on Bojan's shirt.

They all delivered their performances. Not a single mistake - i am so impressed because thats a skill.

We all agree that Kris outdid himself that night. The way he moved, the way he sang, the way he was SO CONFIDENT. Like he was born to be in that exact moment.

I also loved every single interaction between boys, the group ones, or the doubles. Maybe there was no Jan and Nace astp ending but they had few moments. It was so nice to see Jan and Bojan jamming together, Kris and Nace doing their thing, Bojan and Kris' little shenanigans and even Jure and Jan had their moment when Jan ran to him at the beginning of the show.

I also love how they had movie-like credits. Everyone from their crew was credited, every person who worked on the show, team of photographers etc.

Other thing was how nice it was to being supplied with water all the time. The people behind barricade were giving us cups with water all the time, and even at the end of the show we got whole bottles.

Please don't take this post as a proper review - these are just my thoughts of the show <3

#joker out #bojan cvjeticanin #kris gustin #nace jordan #jure macek #jan peteh #stozice #eurovision

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rowaelinsdaughter · 3 months

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I’m back with another modern!au idea because you write them SO well, and it immediately made me think of you.

I was thinking Aelin is an influencer, reader is a photographer and they meet on a set ? Maybe reader either doesn’t really know who Aelin is, or pretends she doesn’t? I could see Aelin going all out to try and win her over

sorry that’s all over the place! I love your writing and you’re a wonderful person ♥️

PHOTOSHOOT

a/n;; i LOVE your ideas and i love writing modern au!!!! AND YOURE ALSO A WONDERFUL PERSON AND YOUR WRITING IS AMAZING

WARNINGS;; a little suggestive at the end, angst to fluff

aelin ashryver galathynius, also known as aelin galathynius or a.g. was the most important influencer erilea has ever seen.

every brand wanted her, she was… beautiful wasn’t the word to describe her, she was a goddess, created by the gods.

and she was going to have a photoshoot with her. working as a photographer in the most famous clothing brand of terrasen, she was nervous. extremely nervous. she had followed her career since day one, and she loved her. she knew aelin didn’t remember her, at that time she was still studying to be a photographer, in charge of helping the main photographer, she had watched aelin pose for the pictures, and when the photoshoot was done, she had managed to talk to her.

but that was 3 years ago, and now as the main photographer, she was going to see her again. and she had to pretend she didn’t know her.

“i want the spotlight there, and the bench in the center, and-”

“hello everyone!”

she was here. ready for the photoshoot.

breathe in. breathe out. breathe in. breathe out.

when she was ready, she turned to her. aelin was wearing a black suit, heels and golden jewelry. the makeup was simple and still, she looked gorgeous. she walked a step, two, three steps, until she was in front of her.

“hi, im the photographer in charge of everything, you must be aelin, right?” she said, shaking her hand.

“the one and only.” she answered, and her eyes narrowed a bit. “have we met before? i think i know you…”

“no, i dont think so, im new here”

“oh well, that’s perfect” she lowered her voice “i didn’t like the other one, he was a bit weird”

“yeah, he was,” they both laughed. “well, let’s begin”

she had never done a photoshoot like this. the photos were incredible, and they don't have to be retouched. every pose, every face, every angle was perfect. she was perfect. she thought. and she looked at her while she talked to the makeup artists. impossible. impossible to be with her. she was only a photographer, and she was an influencer, she could have anyone she wanted with a smile. a girl in charge came up to her, asking her about some photos.

and she didn’t know aelin was looking at her.

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆—————————☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ —————————

she saw aelin again. and again. and again.

apparently, she said in a magazine that she was the best photographer she had ever worked with. would you work with her again? yes, of course. she had answered.

and she worked with her. and everytime she worked with her, aelin would find a way to talk to her. minutes, half hour, hours… until the hours they saw each other at work turned into dates, always avoiding the paparazzis, or that was what they thought.

BREAKING NEWS: AELIN GALATHYNIUS HAS BEEN SEEN WITH THE FAMOUS BRAND PHOTOGRAPHER T.D.

no, no, no, no.

this wasn’t happening. this had to be a joke.

her phone rang. again. again. again. four messages. aelin, but she couldn’t talk to her, not now that she had ruined her career.

her heartbeat was going fast. too damn fast. she needed to breathe.

in. out. in. out. in .out. in-

the door bell.

she walked to the door, and before she could she anything, a golden storm entered her home.

“why haven’t you answered my messages?”

“aelin don’t-”

“please answer me”

“i… this aelin, is too much. too fucking much. do you have an idea of the people that are going to talk about me? you’re an influencer aelin. you are famous, and i'm only a photographer, i'm going to be the one night stand, the girl who was with aelin because of the money, for the prestige, the slut of aelin galathynius” she didn’t know she was crying until she felt her tears wet her shirt. “and as much as i like talking to you, this has to stop”

“are you done?”

her eyes widened “what? wait. have you heard anything i've said?”

aelin walked to her. taking her face with her hands, she sighed. “i’ve been waiting months for this”

she looked at her eyes. “for what?”

aelin smiled, and her answered…

kissing aelin felt like the summer breeze. dancing with fire in the forest. she tasted like lemon verbena, crackling embers and jasmine, and she thought she was going to burst into flames.

she didn’t know how much time passed until they broke away, desperate for oxygen. she wasn’t able to open her eyes, but she felt aelin’s gaze on her face. opening her eyes slowly, aelin smiled at her.

“you know what this means? this, and this” she took her hand, placing it above her heart “is your’s. you’re the only one i want with me, you’re the only one i love”

“who are you and what have you done with aelin?” aelin laughed. loud and happy. “well and now, why don't we celebrate that we are together?”

she laughed as her arm hugged her by her shoulders.

“that’s my girl”

tagging;; @thehighladywrites @shadowdaddies @hellwantfuckme @callmeblaire @clairebear08

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jeanbie · 1 year

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WORDLESS #1 ★ masterlist.

pairing: levi x reader

genre: sugar daddy & contract killer au | warnings: mentions of blood and violence, unconventional relationship, angsty themes, smoking mention, mature rating, potentially ooc levi | wc: 4.2k

note: there will be overall 5 parts to this series. see end for more notes ^^ could be a little bit ooc but it's all fiction anyway so lets use our imaginations :P btw i dont speak french so sorry to my french readers

★ ch1. ch2. ch3. ch4. ch5

⏤ Sometimes, saying “I love you” is inappropriate, and given your circumstances, you think it might send Levi over the edge if he hears them again.

Now, it definitely was not a stretch to assume that everything in Levi’s life was indeed unconventional. People didn’t need to understand that what Levi did for work was something that, by the law, was considered unprofessional and inhumane, and so when asked, Levi sufficed for “clean-up work”, and questions weren’t asked. If they were, Levi came up with a slightly more conventional lie, to make up for the reality that was Levi working on the clock, killing nobodies for a bit of cash.

Erwin, his right-hand man, had expressed how unconventional Levi seemed to be over a dinner in Venice, a little restaurant tucked away unconventionally in a street that did not belong to America. Levi spoke four languages comfortably, and had parents retiring in the Canary Islands. Levi donated money to women’s charities and mental health services, and helped bribe his cousins into Ivy Leagues. Levi was a Joe-Exotic in the making and owned a rescue black panther named Elio, and had houses across the globe for use when working. And, Levi was dipping his toes into playing house with a sugar baby who was only five years younger than him, of whom he had met in a stakeout which involved the hit being on your brother’s head. Unconventionally, you led him to his target, and afterwards, dined with him in a Thai restaurant.

Things in Levi’s life were far from ordinary, but perhaps it was the denial of mundane comforts that kept Levi going. If he went back to normality, to working a shitty customer service job like when he was seventeen, dumping trash into overflowing piles behind the off-license he worked at, things wouldn’t be the same. Levi would feel alien, like he didn’t belong. At least here, amongst the pain and the bullets and the years worth of trauma packed in his wrinkles (which, yes, if he looks hard enough, he can see some cursing his twenty eight year old skin), Levi felt like he sort of belonged. In an unconventional way.

Having met Levi during his line of work, there were difficulties in being Levi’s sugar baby. For one, he always felt guilty for having murdered your brother, even though you heavily supported the hit. Your brother was a jerk, a bully with money, someone who had wronged your entire family, turned off your younger sister’s life support when there was a chance of her survival. Asshole, he deserved it. Secondly, Levi was impractical and irrational and often acted selfishly, meaning he was often out of the country on work, only available in whispers for a few hours and then he was gone, compensating with a few sums of cash.

He tried his best. Levi, despite technicalities including his work and his past and his occasional mean streak, genuinely cared about other people. When he could, he made the effort, otherwise not attempting to make promises to you that he could not keep. Levi knows that he got really lucky when he found you. You didn’t ask questions. Nobody was better for him.

However, Levi was selfish, and broken, and in refusal of fixing what was wrong with him. When it was of convenience, Levi drew comparisons to the last girlfriend he tried to entertain. One who wronged him, and died when he tried to repair everything she had destroyed. Levi carries that with him like the tattoos on his skin, a permanent memory, and something that often disturbs what could be and should be between the both of you.

Levi is worthy of love, and capable of loving. On days where Levi is free to lounge without the guilt of not working, you find it is so easy to love him. But, it can’t be that way. You couldn’t just tell him that. Telling him that you loved him would be inappropriately unconventional. Sometimes, saying “I love you” is inappropriate, and given your circumstances, you think it might send Levi over the edge if he hears it again.

(1) Holding their hands when they are shaking.

Levi is in his living room, his right leg bouncing like a spring as he cradles an infant glass of whiskey. His eyes are glazed, yet wide, staring at the Seoul city draped in darkness and neon, and without even looking inside, you know that his brain is spinning, thoughts chaotic and loud.

“Hey,” you call out to him, and his eyes stutter to the left to catch you in the doorway, “I heard you get up. What’s wrong?”

Levi shakes his head gently. “Nothing, baby, go back to bed. I’ll be up in a minute.”

Levi often makes comments without expectancies. You stand in the doorway that connects the living room to the long hall that stems into bedrooms and bathrooms, and watch him for a moment. His whole body vibrates like a speaker, his hands trembling as the glass drains and he reaches for a second, or a third, or maybe a tenth. You want to sigh, without being patronising, but you know that any sign of sympathy is mistaken for that whenever Levi is around to make the judgement.

He looks back to the skyline and frowns, his attention panning from the window to his phone that buzzes blue, but he ignores. Stepping across the cool wooden floorboards, you approach him sleepily and take a seat next to him on the sofa. Neither of you move, but he recognises you’ve moved. He bristles slightly, like it was unexpected.

“You can take your time,” you suggest to him, and his hands ache in his lap as he sets the glass down on the coffee table with a careless thud. He scoffs, devoid of emotion, and dips his head so his chin is near his collarbones. In his lap, those hands shake. “Maybe don’t drink so much tonight.”

“I’m clearing my head,” he insists weakly. Those hands still shake.

Brows creased with a pinch, you swallow the unease and reach for his hands. Levi doesn’t say anything as you do so, enveloping his hands in yours, and so suddenly the shaking ceases. Like trying to block the shakes from reaching his wrists, your hands keep his safe.

“I know,” you understand honestly, because you do know what he’s going through. “How about tea, or something? To calm down, calm down the mess that’s up in there.”

Your chin is on his shoulder, and he smiles softly. “Are you calling me messy?”

“Nah, I’m calling your brain messy,” you reply. “It’s a cruel fucking brain.”

“Hate my brain.”

“Today, we hate it.”

Levi’s head turns slightly so that he can see you, and in his lap, his thumbs brush across your skin.

“Thank you,” Levi says quietly, attempting a smile that doesn’t quite convince. It doesn’t necessarily have to, not tonight anyway. His phone continues to flash like a light show, Erwin’s name in bold. “Fuck. I’ll take the call, and then I’ll come back to bed, okay?”

You nod, “Mm, okay. Want me to make a drink?”

“I don’t need it,” Levi concludes. “Not today.”

(2) Tucking the sheets around them when they stir during the night.

Sometimes Levi wakes up in the night due to nightmares, but tonight, it’s different.

Beside him, you stir uncomfortably and kick his leg for the fourth time. He huffs and looks over, trying to figure out if you’re awake and indignant, or lost in the dream. He settles on the latter when you strain out the name of your brother and his heart swoops with a dull ache.

“You’re just dreaming, baby, come on,” Levi mutters quietly into your ear, holding you in place to calm the thrashing. “He’s not here anymore, I’m here. Y/N.”

It subsides after a few minutes, making it the longest you’ve gone on record. He looks into your sleepy, upset eyes as you break awake and brushes the hair out of your face. He tries to smile for you, and maybe you can’t see in the dark.

“I’ll get you some water,” Levi suggests gently. “Hm? Sweet thing. It’s just a dream.” He says this into your hair in a hug, leaving a kiss on your temple as he breaks. “You’re fine.”

“I’m fine,” you breathe uneasily, and he separates to get a glass of water and returns to find you sleeping again. What relief Levi might have is exhaled as he sets the glass on the bedside table, stroking your hair until he moves away with the sudden realisation that this is not a normal exchange.

Before Levi decides to leave again, he makes sure the bed is made and that you are safe; he tucks the duvet in tightly and presses a kiss to your forehead before grabbing his coat by the front door and leaving your apartment, one tucked in the city so far that Levi finds it a hassle to visit.

(3) Travelling long distances just to see them.

For three days now, you have been in Colmar, and Levi is beginning to feel lonely. It had been his idea to send you away, when the heat on his long, long feud with a rival colleague threatened your safety. In return, you got a new apartment that Erwin had found closer to Levi’s own when your address got leaked, and Colmar could be considered a vacation if you pretended for long enough.

With tensions cool and the coast somewhat clear, Levi picks the skin around his fingernails as a distraction before deciding that enough was enough. He missed you, and missed how you were always around for him when he needed you most. This is what drives him to jumping on a plane in his company’s name, and flying to France.

A small boat passes underneath the bridge you are standing on, and your hands dig into the barrier as you arch to smile at the tourists beneath. One catches a glimpse of your denim skirt and cherry print blouse in the sunshine and extends his hat with a wave, and you wave back. France is nothing like Seoul, and is indeed warm and fruitful and unique. The sun is hot, the sky is clear, and the streets are filled with an atmospheric buzz of friendliness, the smell of coffee and some food you don’t know yet entrapping your senses.

“Madame, je peux vous prendre en photo?”

Hearing the voice, you turn your body left and prepare to face the tourist, but instead you are welcomed with the sight of Levi dressed in black, sunglasses sliding down his nose with a smile. He does hold a camera in his hands, although teasingly.

“Oui,” you quip, posing cutely and Levi takes a photograph anyway, to humour the moment, to print when he gets back to Seoul. You join his laughter as he peers at the photograph and he walks without looking up towards you.

“When did you get here?” you ask him, a round of laughter from the little boat making you turn to stare at them with a giggle.

“Bout an hour ago,” Levi replies, and he shuts off the camera and puts it in his coat pocket. It’s only a small camera, probably cost him a crumb to buy from a vintage store. He meets your eyes with a comfortable smile and rounds in, pressing your lower back against the bridge barrier and circling your arms around you. Carefully, then, he kisses you, tasting the suncream on your skin as his lips wander from yours to the skin around your face.

“Miss me?”

“Terribly,” Levi responds. “I am so bored when you’re not around. You always have something to do, always have something to say.”

You hum in response. “I’m glad I’m of some entertainment for you.”

“Oh, for sure,” agrees Levi. “I don’t think I’ve used my brain so often when I’m away from work as much as I do when I’m with you. Did you know that you’re one of the smartest people I’ve ever met?”

“Wow,” you exclaim with a smile. “Hire me.”

“Ha!” he remarks, kissing you again and taking your hand in his. He moves, back in the way you came. “Over my dead body.”

(4) Making their favourite meal when they are having a hard day.

“You.”

“Not now, Y/N, I’m working,” Levi replies non committedly. He fists his hair.

“Not up for discussion right now,” you huff, and he has the nerve to glare at you which only makes you uncomfortably angry. “You haven’t eaten in fourty eight hours, and I’m not about to be held responsible for your death when you die of hunger, so get your ass in the kitchen before I dump this food over your stupid head.”

He challenges you. “You’re brave talking to somebody who could destroy your life like that.”

“Do it, I literally have nothing to lose,” you answer. “Please eat something. I made it with love and care.”

Levi relents, sighing at his paperwork but nonetheless moving away from his home office and following you like a child towards the direction of the kitchen. He feels bad, you know he feels bad, and he circles his arms around your body as you walk, stumbling into the space of the kitchen and smelling the familiar aroma of pork rice stew. Alas, he sees the bowl steaming in his spot at the table and his eyes follow you as you hum and set start to washing the dishes.

“Y/N-”

“No words, just eating,” you instruct. “Bone apple teet.”

He takes a seat. “You know that’s not the phrase, right?”

“Tell that to the Internet,” you sigh.

(5) Giving them a kiss before going to work and they are still in bed.

Levi prefers to see you when he doesn’t have work the next day, because leaving when you’re asleep is an asshole move in any dictionary. So, when one of his men phones him at four in the morning and relays the horror that someone’s died on his property, Levi has to fight the demons that almost convince him to hand the job over to somebody who gives a fuck about the intruder stuck on his barbed fence.

He gets up, anyway.

Next to him, in the bed that belongs to you because this is your new apartment, Levi stares down at you and feels a tug in his stomach. Guilt, it follows him everywhere like a ghost.

Before he leaves, he likes to give you a little kiss for the morning, so the tingling sensation reminds you that despite being an asshole and leaving without properly saying goodbye, he still gives several shits about you, and will be back when he can be.

(6) Tucking your head into their neck during a hug.

Levi wants to hang Erwin for making him remember the reasons why you had to move across the city to a new apartment.

It had, of course, been Levi’s fault, and when the notification came from an exhausted worker in his line of work that the alarm system in your apartment had been triggered for an intruder, Levi remembers all he saw was red.

The front door was forced open, a body indent in the wood and the front porch ransacked and littered with shards of glass and bullets. Inside was no prettier, with mess scattered everywhere and photos smashed on the floors. The carpets were stained with red that Levi prayed was just wine, the glass coffee table in two pieces and a knife covered in red on the floor. Levi and his men, along with the few police officers Levi could actually trust in this god-forsaken hellhole, noticed that the blood belonged to one of the intruders who lay dead on the stairs.

Nobody knows how Levi got through the apartment so fast, and why, without any hesitation, he murdered the remaining intruders without suggesting questioning and torture. That was his go-to when it rarely concerned you. He wanted those stupid enough to even try and go after you to really fucking regret it as he picked off fingernails and made them suffer for hours or days. This time he just killed, and moved onwards, calling your name like a mantra.

Levi could have cried when you emerged, petrified, from inside one of the closets. Upon seeing you, Levi collapsed his gun on the floor and stepped towards you protectively, pulling you in tightly for a hug. Sobbing into his neck, you hugged him tighter, feeling finally safe when his hand held the back of your head, like you were a precious thing that was of value.

You were of the highest value to Levi.

“Fuck you,” Levi barks suddenly, and Erwin shrugs and exits the office. All he had asked was if he loved you.

(7) Lightly kissing on top of a freshly formed bruise.

There might be the assumption that Levi comes home with more bruises than you do. Which is true, technically, and there’s no hesitation from your end in nursing them to a comfortable recovery.

On rare occasion, Levi comes home and finds you exhibiting a new purple blob on your skin. Like today.

Levi hasn’t seen you in two days, and when he lets himself into your apartment with the key he has glued to him at all times, he follows the silence and light to the bathroom. You sit on the edge of your bathtub, gently rubbing cream on your knee in little circles.

“What happened here?” he asks quickly, and you continue rubbing with your tongue poking out between your lips.

“You’ll laugh, don’t ask,” you mutter.

“Hey, I won’t laugh,” Levi says. He rests his weight against the doorframe, “You open the front door the wrong way again?”

Ha! You laugh humourlessly. “Worse!” You look up at him sadly, “I tripped in the parking lot carrying my groceries. It’s on camera and everything, I want to die.”

Levi pokes the inside of his mouth to resist laughing. “Well, fuck. That’s your leg ruined.”

“I know,” you pout. “Good thing you’re my sugar daddy- wanna pay for cosmetic leg surgery?”

“I like your bruised up legs,” says Levi.

“Me too, but not these ones.”

“Jesus, that’s enough cream on your skin,” Levi exclaims, moving forward to snatch the cream from your hands. “More is not better. Come on, you’re okay.”

“It hurts.”

“Boohoo,” he sighs. You don’t move. “Ugh, whatever. Come’re.”

Levi drops the cream tube onto the sink but it clatters into the bowl. He’ll move it later if he remembers to, and he pretends it’s hard to pick you up off the bathtub and carries you swiftly out of the bathroom and into the living room. Things have barely moved since he last came to visit; the swarms of paper still invade your coffee table and your laptop is on sleep mode by a half-empty coffee cup filled with hot chocolate, because he knows your standing on coffee. Everything is a lot messier now that you’ve decided you want to go back to school, but at least Levi knows it keeps you busy when he’s away.

“Oh,” he says suddenly, as you’re sat down with one leg up around him still. He pokes at a spot on your leg and you squirm, “there’s another one.”

You peer to look, “Oh, yeah, that one’s you.”

“Oh.” He pauses, “Pretty, though.”

You huff like a little baby and he dares you with raised eyebrows. That keeps you silent and Levi moves his body at an angle to the right, sweeping to kiss the bruise better, the bruise that he made a few nights ago with tender love and care.

“All better,” he assures.

“It feels better already.”

“Mm. Magic.”

(8) Buying them something unrequested because it made you think of them.

“So, I was at a school fayre today.”

“Really?” Levi sits with his laptop on his legs, and your legs are tangled around his body like some sort of jungle maze. He rarely works on his bed, not unless the work is sudden and he can’t help it. You’ve just come in, dived on the bed and claimed his waist as something to squeeze your legs around.

“Yep. Like, one of those little craft things where students sell their shit and make money from it. You know, supporting local artists! It’s really cute, if I was good at something I’d have participated.”

Levi thinks of things you’re good at, and there’s a lot. “Aw. There’s always next year.”

“Yeah,” you reason. “Anyway- point is, is that I got you something.”

Levi stills for a second, glancing over his right shoulder to see you, “Me?”

“Yep. You.”

“What did you get?” he asks, and then he’s back to checking blueprints.

You untangle your legs and slide off the bed, retreating to your bag slung across the room by the bedroom door. From here, you take out a small little pin-badge and when you’re sat next to Levi again, you fiddle with it until it catches his attention.

“What’s this?” asks Levi.

“It’s a badge of honour,” you claim, and you slip it into his palms. He fingers the front when he examines it, reading the little words of “Number One Dad” and he stares up at you. “Like it?”

“It’s for me?” he asks again.

“Yeah. You can wear it and like, I don’t know, think of me,” you shrug.

Levi thinks for a moment. Even though it’s stupid, and cliche and a little bit embarrassing, he still thinks it’s funny and thoughtful.

“Want me to wear it to work?” he asks you.

“Oh, absolutely,” you encourage. “I’ll get your friend Erwin an uncle badge if he wants one. He's a nice guy.”

“Hey, you’re mine and he’s not allowed a relationship to you, no matter what definition,” Levi mutters. “He wants a sugar niece, well…he’ll have to look somewhere else.”

You gape. “Wow. Who thought you had it in you to be so possessive.”

“Please, with a pussy like that of course I’m possessive,” he teases. He’s joking.

“My power,” you sigh anyway, and jump off the bed claiming that you’re hungry. Levi looks at the badge again and pops it in his breast pocket before he loses it and regrets it.

(9) Participating in their hobby even if it doesn’t personally interest you.

Levi’s bored out of his brain.

He has no idea how you can be so fascinated by this stupid game where you’re essentially in debt, but he still sits and watches you tour him around this weird island that is inhabited by ducks and an ugly gorilla villager dressed in pink. And to think that he had a part to play in all of this, because his bank account definitely helped pay for this Nintendo Switch and game.

“Do you like my beach?” you ask him. It’s literally just sand and one coconut tree, and a few shells by the water. Oh, there’s a beach chair on there too, but it makes little difference. “I’m poor, I can’t afford furniture yet.”

“Can’t you just make it?”

“I can, but I’m sick of making axes to collect wood,” you explain with a grudge against the fact that tools now break in this Animal Crossing game. Levi hums like he’s invested, and he tries to be, because he cares about you too much to unintentionally hurt your feelings by displaying his crippling disinterest.

“Oh. Makes sense.”

“Can I show you my hybrid flower garden?”

He sighs. “Yeah, you wanted to show me all of your island, right?”

You nod enthusiastically. “Once you’ve had a tour, I can make you a profile and you can play too. You can live next door to me!”

“Why can’t we share a house?” Levi presses.

“Because I don’t think it works like that, babe,” you confess. “Anyway. Here’s my garden.”

(10) Sitting in comfortable silence while eating a meal.

He’s tired. You’re tired.

The radio plays quietly updating Seoul on the fires that spread across the city today, and Levi smells like smoke and salt. He keeps his head down as he eats his meal, something he brought home with him to make up for the fact that he’s been absent for almost a week now. You have so many things to say and he has so many things he needs to say to make up for everything, but nothing is said tonight.

You know he’s having a hard time, because Levi’s been smoking again. He smoked on the balcony earlier, and once again in the bedroom. There are now ashtrays around your own apartment, and you don’t even smoke. Levi takes a drink of bourbon and swallows it dry.

You look up at him from across the table, not wanting to press the issue when you know it’ll end in an argument, and then sex to make up for it. You’re both too tired to fuck today, too tired to speak. Just being in each other’s company is enough for tonight. The only words he says are goodnight and something you don’t catch as you’re drifting off to sleep. Levi’s awake all night, the fires burn until early hours, and the smoke smell is still there in the morning even when he isn’t.

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FROM WHENCE WE CAME

ㅡa fangirl, her idol, and a funny twist of fate.

❀ sakusa kiyoomi x fem!reader

❀ tags: fluff! | crack if you laugh | serendipity | first meets | fan x idol to potential lovers

❀ warnings: sakusa's charms | oh and i uh curse a lot, sorry | mentions of kidnapping and death in just one part, dont wanna freak yall out

a/n: i hereby serve you a light one shot to ease your stress. also, my writing here is stupid and messy. nothing serious, tossing that poetic shit on the side. WE ARE SIMPING FOR THE SAKUSA KIYOOMI. YOU WITH ME??

note: will edit when the sun's up. enjoy

"what?!" your eyes round at the words sputtered by the security guard of the building. "wait, so you're telling me that my car got towed?!"

"honda, dark blue, and a license plate with 6 or 8, i'm not sure but it's even. it was parked over there." the guard points at the empty spot near the fences of the parking lot.

"that's my car! why would they tow my car parked inside a parking lot?!" at this point you could feel the frustration boiling inside you as you try to make sense of the situation.

"it's past nine. they don't allow overnight parkings at the sports arena. the admin has been strict since the incident with the football fans who camped for tickets for the championship game last year."

"could they at least be considerate? i mean, i wasn't planning on leaving my car here! i am fifteen minutes late because i was at the maintenance office waiting for the staff who happen to pick up my missing bracelet." you explain your case although you're certain that it's pointless. right at this very second your car is being dragged to the nearest pick up point and the man guarding his post has nothing to do to stop it.

"at least you found your bracelet." the man shrugs. he offers you a bit of positivity in liue of easing your outburst.

you let out a long sigh, shoulders slumped forward. afterall, he is right. your bracelet means so much to you that you even traded the chance to meet the players of MSBY just to look for it. meeting them is a once in a lifetime experience but losing your bracelet equates to losing a generational heirloom.

"look, i'll help you get a cab." the guard says to comfort you.

"thank you, sir." you say with defeated tone. you flash him a weak smile before shifting your eyes to an empty parking lot... or so it seems like?

it was hard to spot but if you squint your eyes into the almost-pitch dark lot, you could see a car tucked at the farthest corner. the silver logo of four intertwined circles flicker against the solar lamp post on the road adjacent to it, thereafter catching your attention. it's a luxury brand car, audi to be exact; painted in matte black and parked, or rather untowed, you emphasized.

"what's that car doing over there?" you ask the gentleman. anger and jealousy slowing seething inside you.

"oh, he always goes out after closing. the admin knows." just as he was about to explain further, a man pushes the glass door of the building. "here he is." the security gestures to the man in his sweatpants and white shirt. a shadow is casted from his shoulders up to his face making it difficult for you to see his features.

"have a safe drive." the guard greets him in a casual and friendly tone. one that could give you a hint that this man often stays behind closing that the guard has become acquainted with him.

"you too." he says.

the voice. you can't miss this voice.

the countless hours spent on watching MSBY's interviews and games has finally served its purpose.

you keep your eyes at him as he steps forward. the shadow that cloaked his face gradually rolls up as the light from the lamp post illuminates his features. his hair fresh from the shower and his usual white mask covering half of his face. your speculations are confirmed.

you missed the meet and greet but he's here.

sakusa kiyoomi.

you know everything about him. your workmates even deemed you as sakusa's crazy little fangirl because of how much you look up to him. taking advantage of your extensive knowledge about him, you were able to stop your initial reaction which is to scream to his face like a lunatic.

sakusa absolutely hates loud people.

that's why he's often seen frowning at the other three: miya, hinata, and bokuto when they're on a practice match.

so what do you have to do?

you must act edgy, just like him. a man with class. prim and proper and barely amused by trivial things. yes, you must earn sakusa's favor.

"hey." you managed to say in a calm voice.

in response, he arches a brow as he looks at you through his bottom lashes.

FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. ABORT MISSION. THAT WAS FUCKING HOT

HOW ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO KEEP CALM WHEN FACED WITH A HOT SEXY MAN??

you choke on air staring at him and when you were about to embarrass, you thank the gods of olympus for the security guard saving your ass for nth time tonight.

"no ones picking up." the man says as he turns the screen of his phone to you. flashed on the screen is a loading sign on a transportation app. worry begins to cloud you. forget about the hot sexy man next to you, how the fuck will you go home?

"at what time do you think the towing station closes?"

"even if they're open 'till now. they won't release your car tonight. it has to sit there for at least twelve hours."

"twelve hours?!" you shout, petrfied and losing your edge. once you realized it you immediately clear your throat and pull yourself together. you must make a good first impression on sakusa kiyoomi so you can boast it on your stan twitter account. you look at him at the corner of your eyes before stating in a confident manner, "i'll take the bus."

"oh, dear you can't!" the guard presses his brows together.

way to go, sir. you thought. now your pretentious indepedent-obviously-not-bothered-by simple-mishaps woman role is shattered. the man continues.

"some say that a kidnapping near the area happened recently. the woman is about your age." he leans forward, voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "rumors has it that the woman was found dead and sealed inside a drum." his narrative deserves a set of campfire and smores, a tale told by old people. nonetheless, if it were to be true you are left to risk your life on the road.

after a moment, a question pops in from a person you momentarily forgot about.

"where do you live?" sakusa says, hence you turn to face him. his height easily towers you but what's even more notable than his height is the intimidating aura he exudes.

"kunitachi." you reply and his face instantly crumples. he lives on the other side of the city (of course you know that, pft) so he must know how far you have come to watch the game.

"i'll take you home." he tucks his hands inside the pockets of his grey sweatpants and begins to stride. however, you remain still on your spot and he notices.

it's not that you don't trust him... no, actually you don't. it may sound funny coming from his fan but you have zero knowledge about his personal life. outside being a pro volleyball player, he is a stranger to you. this could be a moment you will never forget either because you had a great time or the complete opposite. there is a reason why people advise to never meet your idol. you might find yourself agreeing to the saying.

when he notices your delay, he pulls out a leather wallet from his pants. he shuffles through the pockets before taking out a laminated identification card.

"hold on to it if you don't trust me."

your eyes scan the i.d. sakusa kiyoomi. march 20, 1996. black hair. black eyes. 189 cm. you can't believe that between your hands is your idol's government i.d.. observing the object in your hand, your eyes catch a badly taken photo of him pictured at the right side of the card. it's a fact that he's beyond ethereal but this... not even someone like sakusa kiyoomi can escape the horrible quality of an oustretched identification card photo.

your eyes rally from the photo on the card and to his face, obviously comparing his actual face and the one on the picture. sakusa's realizes what you had seen.

"stop looking at my photo." he lightly smacks your hand down to cover his face. "are you coming or not?" he snaps.

you tail behind him, hand clutching onto his i.d. like it's an object worth of gold. he takes out a key to his car then presses a button that made the luxury car that was once hiding behind the moonlight outshines the full moon. the low click resonates, unlocking the doors. his car is worth thrice as your annual salary. he opens the door for you and waits for you to get in before shutting it close.

instantly, a fragrant musk mixed with soap and light perfume pangs your nose. it slams right into your nasal and down to your lungs. all you could sense is the clean air inside his car. you bet your all your credits worth that the air inside the vehicle is cleaner than your bedroom.

rumors about him are true. this man loves to keep his things neat and organized, which reminds you to keep a persona close to his liking. when he pulls the door to the driver's seat open, you immediately keep your knees together, ankles aligned, and your hands to your thighs. he briefly glances at you, fingers brushing the strands of his damped hair before pressing the ignition button.

the car rumbles in a low vibrato like a beast emerging from a deep cave, slealthily yet cunning. now you understand the difference between a luxury and an ordinary car. yours rumbles like it's its last day to hit the road.

you're already whipped beyond saving for sakusa to begin with but watching him operate his high technology car makes him even more attractive. let alone if he wears a suit and tie, driving one hand on the steering wheel, brows pressed together and-

"i said, your address." he asks as you blink rapidly back at him.

fuck, you were daydreaming this whole time? did he asked you twice? what the fuck were you thinking? keep it together, (y/n).

"oh, uh, right. 34 Ilmare building, Kunitachi." you swallow down your composure. you watch his long boney fingers type in your address on a screen attached to the front dash. "sorry, i was spacing out."

"figured." he responds without missing a beat. his comment is like a stab in your chest. he knows you were out of your wits moments ago.

minus 10 points on impressing him.

the female voice coming from the system of the car echoes. it informs the driver about the location with a brief information about road blocks and minor traffic. sakusa maneuvers the car to a reverse. he puts his hand on the back of your seat as he looks over his shoulder. his other hand grips on the steering wheel as he positions the car to exit. even with the mask covering half of his face, you could clearly see the prominent lines on his jaw. its even more beguiling up close than just zooming it in on your phone. once on the road, the space you shared falls into silence. sure, there is soft music playing in the background but it is not enough to fill the space. of course, you cannot keep your mouth shut.

"congrats on winning." the stoplight switches to red.

"thanks." he doesn't leave room for small talks and now you're once again trapped into silence.

actually, you're not.

"the winning point spiked by hinata made the crowd go wild. heck, i was up on my feet." you want to bite your tongue down to prevent yourself from talking. sakusa may not want to converse with you and you're just making a fool of yourself by starting a conversation with a brick wall.

"outside hitter fan? thought you're one of miya's." he says suddenly. the stoplight turns green.

"do i look a miya fan? does miya fans have a certain characteristic?" you are amused by his assumption. your body slightly angles towards his direction.

"no. just assumed you're a fan of him since he's got a ton." his free hand skillfully unhooks the strings latched around the shell of his ears before tossing it on the backseat. his fingers rakes through hair once more, letting the wavy strands brush against the top of his forehead making your eyes draw to the beauty mark above his eyebrow. then, he runs his fingers through the neckline of his white shirt as he pulls it loose.

"nope." you swallow thickly, feeling guilty for watching him. "he's a great setter but his serving technique, the one he does to silence the crowd is a bit...weird to me. but he scores points through it so i think that's fine, i guess."

your eyes round when realization sinks in.

did you just insulted his teammate?? what happened to impressing the sakusa kiyoomi? how could you do everything you're not supposed to do?? what the heck??

"exactly what i said to him." he lets out an airy laugh.

oh.

"so, hinata or bokuto" sakusa runs his tongue over his bottom lip. "i'll let them know i drove their fan home. i want them pissed off first thing in the morning. they love fan service." he chuckles to himself.

is this why they say to never meet your idol? is this the "other" or "dark side" of him that you are supposed to hate? because clearly with the way the corners of your lips pulled up, you are enjoying his humor. this is not supposed to happen.

"why do you assume it's them? you literally have people praising your picture." you whisper to yourself. you can't believe that sakusa thinks that he has zero admirers when in fact, the social media alone is flooding with men and women, volleyball league fans or not, oggling at his mere presence. a shot of him mid-air about to spike a ball once trended on twitter after five minutes of its release.

you tear your eyes away from him, pouting at his oblivion, and draw it forward where your attention lands on a familiar figure.

"hey! is that a voltes five miniature robot?" you point at the small robot planted on the dashboard. it shines in bright tones, making it apparent that the small figurine is made from pure metal.

"yeah." sakusa glances at where you pointing.

"no shit! and the model is curated from the original version!"

"how did you know?"

"how could i not know?!" you inch closer to the figurine, missing the small tug on sakusa's mouth when he sees your eyes sprakled in excitement. "how did you get your hands on this? i heard that it's difficult to see these in stores nowadays. only collectors have them."

"i knew a collector back then but i didn't have enough money to buy it. when i won my first official match as a pro player, i knew i have to get this."

"that's awesome!" you sit back in the seat, stretching your legs in a comfortable manner. you unconsciously loose all the tension in your muscles as you let go of you true self; your persona and goal to impress him, long forgotten.

"have you heard of the newest version of voltes five? it's a remake but in a form of a movie. i heard it's got an updated tech showing all the cool effects and all that. oh, look! it's there on the billboard!" you point at the huge advertisement board featuring the movie. sakusa ducks his head forward to read the sign before pulling his eyes back on the road. "it's showing this week but i bet nothing will top the 1977 version."

when you were about to worry on his lack of response, he remarks.

"1977 to 1978, golden era."

"are you an original version fan too?!" you turn to face him and this time he fails to stop a growing smile. his fingers drum on the steering wheel as zest builds inside him.

"yeah."

"finally! someone with a taste! were you ever called a freak for liking the original version too?!"

"everytime." events of komori, his cousin, teasing him for liking a show that's beyond his age crosses his mind. komori fancied the newer series, one that has great effects and updated styles. on the other hand, sakusa remained an old soul. growing up, he had few kids in his age who have the similar taste as him. this is the reason why he struggled to connect with his peers and became comfortable in his own bubble.

except for tonight as he finally feels connected to someone, a person he ironically do not know.

"tatoe arashi ga hukou tomo..." you sing to yourself the first line of the theme song while looking at the window. he catches you off guard when he continues to sing the song in a rather shy and quiet voice.

"...tatoe oonami areru tomo." your vision flew to him. face splitting into half as you grin wide at him like a kid.

"kogidasou tataki no umi he..." you pause, waiting for him to continue the song but he keeps his mouth into a thin line as struggles to fight a smile. "come on! sing with me!" you urge him with an upbeat tone.

"no." he shakes his head. the muscles around his mouth stiffens as he wrestles to keep a straight face.

"i already heard you sing! it's just the two of us freaks here so what's stopping you?!" you gleefully push him to continue singing.

"no!" right then, he bursts into a laugh.

you have been his fan for the longest time but you have never saw him laugh this carelessly beforeㅡnot on interviews, practice games, or behind the scenes. it is a sight no one in the volleyball league has seen. and it's all because of an iconic show from ages ago.

"we need to play it. you are not dropping me off at my place without us singing the entire theme song." you take your phone out from your bag as you scroll through your playlist.

"connect it to bluetooth." sakusa sets the touchscreen monitor on his dash, and you take this as a chance to jest. your eyes rallying from the monitor and to his face.

"what?" sakusa notices the look on your face. he claws on his lips to hide a smile.

"and you told me you didn't want to sing? how pretentious can you be!" you playfully call him out, thus earning another heartful laugh from him.

"no, you sing and i play the song." he argues.

"no, no, no. i am the dj here, alright? you follow me. we both sing it together."

when the theme song blasts through the speakers of his car, it took sakusa thirty seconds into the song before he finally caved in. he sings with you like nobody else was in the room. he was clearly enjoying himself and it was an image you can never forget.

soon, reality dips in. he pulls over in front of your apartment before switching the lock off. you step out from the car but as soon as you close the door, the window rolls down.

"thank you. here's your i.d., by the way." you duck your head down to level his gaze. he takes the card from your hand.

"i never got your name." he let his gaze linger at you for a moment before shooting you a small smile.

"(y/n)." you smile back.

"(y/n)." he repeats it, letting his tongue be familiarized with the syllables of your name. he continues, "it was nice meeting you, (y/n)."

"it was a fun ride."

just when you were about to leave, a thought crosses your mind. you have to clear things up before the night ends.

"there is no need tell hinata or bokuto about driving home their fan."

"hm?" he tilts his head to the side, confused.

"i've got my eyes on outside spiker number 15, not on them." a faint blush colors his cheeks as it sinks in. fifteen is his jersey number. without waiting for his reply, you bid him goodnight.

"goodnight, sakusa-san. drive home safely."

BONUS!!

it's been three days since sakusa drove you home. currently, just like any other day, he's at the gym honing his skills in volleyball with the rest of the black jackals.

however, during the break a staff calls for him.

"your food is here." the staff holds a bento in his hand as he walks towards the pro player.

"i didn't book a delivery." he wipes a sweat on his forehead. the three: hinata, miya, and bokuto are secretly following him to eavesdrop.

"the sender's name is "(y/n)"." when the three hears a woman's name they synchronously tease the spiker.

"oooohhhhh who is she?" miya wriggles his brows.

"an admirer? a fan? or are you dating?" hinata adds.

"this is news! i gotta tell akaashi." and bokuto is on his way to dial akaashi's number.

sakusa curses at the three as he takes the bento from the person. he goes to a corner where there are signs of an orange-headed, a clone of an onigiri chef, and an owl. he then opens the cloth wrapped around the container and see a paper taped on the surface of the box.

"i got my car! as a thank you gift, i made you a bento. i cooked it myself so i hope it's not that bad. also, i hope you're not on a strict diet! thanks again!

ps: i watched the newest voltes v movie and i am confident to say that the original version is still the best!!

-(y/n)"

sakusa foolishly smiles as he reads the short note for the second time. heart swelling with memories of a long drive. he is in a strict diet but that won't stop him from eating your homecooked meal.

note: voltes v (five) is a japanese show that took asia by storm and tons of remakes were made after its release.

a/n: i hc sakusa as the type to have childhood fixations who tends to collect figurines and toys he couldn't afford when he was young. he may be a stoic cranky boy but i think his inner child has the potential to be loud and showy once paired with someone he's comfortable with.

anyway, i hope you guys enjoyed this short brainrot. i just thought it will be cute to portray a child-like sakusa in contrast to his usual indifferent character :) as usual likes and rbs are very much appreciated!!

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When did we get married also when did I transition???

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It’s only a matter of time

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GELP???

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My parents think that me being non-binary might be confusing for my little brothers but I explained it to them once and they immediately understood, said “okay” and then asked me what my 2nd favourite colour was

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Cosmic: nope

Girl: nope

Thing: sure why not

#fake posting #everyone look at my guys #might make a part 2 #ocs #original characters #my ocs #fakeposting #slur tw #uncensored slurs #f slur #t slur #f slur tw #t slur tw #tw slurs

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gilmores-glorious-blog · 6 months

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oh boy oh boy it’s episode six time!!

- the only context i have going into this is that my friend who already watched the episodes said they made her upset so i am. Afraid.

- gorgeous opening shot with the lighthouse ngl

- ned who the fuck are you and also stay the fuck away from my boys

- okay but the line “my love, i’m still a musician at heart” goes so hard

- uh oh izzy and ed interaction

- y’know this is as close to closure as they’re gonna get tbh

- archie’s insane i love her

- fang sipping tea and being bitchy <3

- sad that the party was a lupete wedding :/

- godDAMNIT the twink is back

- god i love this crew so much

- lmao ed giving children knives (also taika’s daughters!!)

- “we own an inn” WHAT IF I SOBBED AND CRIED AND LOST MY MIND

- “minor prince, pirate queen who conquered all of china” i love her so much

- OH MY GOD WEE JOHN AND IZZY DRAG BONDING 😭😭😭

- i love that they’re all chill with ed now

- they’re all so hot and fun and goofy and i love them

- FUCKING SLAY KRISTIAN

- ngl i was very scared when izzy first came on singing but OH MY GOD.

- i forgot how good of a singer con is i am LOSING MY MIND

- oh my god oh my god oh my god

- the polycule dancing!!

- NO DONT INTERUPT IZZY >:(

- ed immediately pushing stede behind him at the first sign of danger 😩

- i love stede’s face when ed says “i only hang out with cool pirates”

- AHKSTKGKSJAJKSJS PROTECTIVE ED

- “no no no it’s me you want it’s me you want” what if i lost my entire mind

- “whatever this is it’s just going to turn me on” season one izzy could NEVER

- lmao didn’t even process that pete and lucius weren’t there they were just off fucking i guess

- “twenty four hours of freaky uninterrupted love” good for them.

- ed and izzy’s reactions to torture are so nonchalant what if i just. *psychoanalyses them*

- “i’m just doing it for the lolz” OH MY FUCKING GOD

- “maybe we just tell their stories.. and in a way isn’t that the best revenge?”

- please can these pirates mutiny against ned

- hellkat maggie my love <3

- stede being badass we love to see it!!

- “where’ve you been?” “we got engaged!” “aww i love that for you!!”

- okay i hate ricky but also he serves so much cunt

- lmao this ned plotline ended quickly

- this is the sexiest stede has ever been holy shit

- ed you gotta fuck him now

- oh my GOD did stede just refer to ed as his “friend” i—

- listen i know ed doesn’t like this and now stede has trauma but god that was badass

- they’re gonna fuck now i feel it in my bones

- AHAKFKYJSJSKD YES STEDE GRAB HIM BY THE COLLAR AND PUSH HIM AGAINST THE WALL ITS WHAT HE DESERVES /pos

- not the fucking cut to black 😭😭

- the crew singing along to izzy in the credits <3

- lmfao fang has a goat now (but he finally got a pet!!)

- god that episode was PERFECT. oh my god. i’m just. oh my god.

#so much for taking it slow!!#i love them so so dearly #our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd spoilers #ofmd season 2 #eli.posts

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rook-of-the-woods · 30 days

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Fun facts about Rook that some of you know and some of you dont and are debatably fun

TW: mentions of s/h and s/i, mentions of bugs in places they don’t belong

I am very afraid of bugs. This is due to when I was maybe 11 or so and an ant was stuck in my ear for maybe two hours.

Rook was not my first choice in name! First was Aer (I didn’t know it was a pronoun at the time), then Jinn, Catalyst, and finally Jester. Rook is the longest lasting and most comfortable by far

I have always collected things and made little dragon hoards. Legitimately I will be going through old things and find a purse or a box stuffed full with random trinkets and baubles

In spring of 2021 I was hospitalized twice for s/i and s/h. I am doing much much better now and am properly medical hooray.

I have scars in the shapes of eyes on my thighs. Due to s/h. For a while the specific type of eye was triggering but I’m all good now.

my weirdest fear (I just remembered this) is hearing the tick tock noise clocks make. This is due to watching a specific doctor who episode younger than I probably should have. But yeah. Tick tock tick tock tick tock really unnerves me. Again, not as bad as it used to be but still creepy

I am 5 foot 7 and 3/4 inches tall.

One wall in my room is covered in stained black cedar shiplap so I can pin and staple things too it. I came up with the idea myself and my dad helped me learn to cut, stain and nail gun them to the wall myself, so that’s pretty cool! I’m very proud of it

my favorite food is pine nut based pesto with lots of garlic and Parmesan on pasta. So good. My mom makes a killer pesto. I help sometimes.

I have a massive sweet tooth. Massive. I love sugar so much. My parents used to catch me sneaking candy into my room to eat right before I went to bed. Interestingly this did not actually have any effect on how quickly I went to bed. I’d eat like five pieces of candy and conk right out.

i have had four (4) concussions! Wooo! The first happened when i was 5 years old. So I have no idea what my life would have been like without a concussion

#just rook’s brain #Fun facts #debatably #i think they’re fun #Get to know me

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kirasenju · 9 months

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Nidaime-sama (Tobirama Senju x Fem! Anbu Reader)

Chapter II : Late

You woke up at 6.30 a.m. Nightmares didn’t let you sleep properly, as usual. Even if you only had 2 hours of sleep, you need to go to work. You are nervous, it’s the first day of being the assistant of grumpy Senju after all.

After taking a shower and brushing your teeth, you put on your anbu uniform and tied your black hair in a high ponytail. You noticed the time and started walking in a hurry to the hokage building. Breathless, you knock the door of his office.

“Come in.” After hearing his deep and stern voice, you entered in. Greeting him formally with a bow.

“Tobirama-sama…”

“You are late.” He looks at you sternly.

“H-huh?” You look at the clock in his office, it’s 7.04 a.m.

“Just for four minutes, sir.”

“Anything can happen in four minutes. Since every second is important for a ninja.”

You look at him in amazement, but he seems serious.

“My apologies…” You bow.

“I’ll let it slide for now, dont be late again.”

“Yes, sir…” You blush slightly in embarrassment. You see another desk in the office other than his. It’s smaller than his desk but it’s pretty enough space.

“It’s your desk. You will work here, right in front of my eyes.”

And from now on, you knew he will be a pain in the ass.

~ Time skip for 1 year:

Y/n: 23

Tobirama: 36

It has been one year of being his assistant. You both are well with each other, except arguing sometimes. In time, you learned how to keep up with him. But then, a lot of things happened.

In this year, Hashirama died and Tobirama replaced him with being the Nidaime Hokage. He never talked to someone for months, there was a tension between you while working. You both argued with each other even more, he was getting mad easier. He even told you to get out of his office for few times, he didn’t want to hurt you more. He knew he was being rough with you lately, although he knows you haven’t done anything wrong.

Today, you both are walking through the streets of Sunagakure Village. You are in your anbu uniform while he is wearing a kimono. You look around, you observe people around you. You came with him to join a meeting between leaders as his ninja company. It’s not your first time, you went meetings with him out of the village few times before. Since Sunagakure became a problem in the last meeting, you are being extra careful.

“Y/n!”

You came out of your trance and looked at him with his loud voice calling you.

“Tobirama-sama..?”

“I called you for four times! Don’t get distracted! What is wrong with you lately?”

“It’s uh… nothing…”

“You better pull yourself together. We are going in, come on.”

They enter in the meeting place, a big office that has a huge table. Some leaders are already here, sitting on their chairs with their ninja companies sitting right next to them. You sit next to him. You all waited for few times, after all of the leaders here, the meeting started.

…

“Can we trust you, Hokage? After the things you have done in the last war?”

“Your people attacked us first, and you are complaining about my people killing yours?! You started the war when we were in peace, you should take responsibility. Not us.”

You sit there quietly, the leader of the Suna is being such an ass and using that incident as an excuse. That old man wasn’t pleased enough, he is greedy for more resources. You cant help but stare at him with deadly gazes. After few minutes later, the tension went down but still there. The other leaders are talking, while the Suna’s leader sits there with a non-pleased expression on his wrinkled face. He looks at you, you still sending him piercing gazes. You started shaking your left leg under the table, he is getting on your nerves. You felt someone’s hand on your shaking thigh, it’s your hokage’s calloused big hand. You calm down and stop shaking your leg. It’s under the table and his face is straight, so no one knows he is trying to calm you down. You stopped staring at that old man and you looked at him while he talks with his deep and powerful voice:

“I hope our alliance continues smoothly.” Tobirama said warningly as he stared at the old man. "I'm assuming neither of us wants another war… then, with your permission." You stand up as he does so, you follow him to the door. You both are on your way to Konoha, jumping off from the trees. He didn’t say a single word after the meeting. Then he talks:

“We're halfway there. There must be an accommodation facility nearby. Let's go there, we'll leave early tomorrow morning.”

You nod. You both went to there and booked your rooms. Glad to see this resort has hot springs. That bastard old man pissed you off, you were actually surprised that Tobirama remained calm. But then it made sense when you remembered that he had been dealing with these kinds of diplomatic issues for years. As tough, mean and stoic as he is, he's a professional.

You took your towel and wrapped it around your body, walking through the hot springs. But you stopped when you see Tobirama, his big muscular body is exposed and resting his head, closing his eyes. You blush and turn your back immediately, you are glad the steam hides his lower body.

You looked up at the ceiling and saw a sign saying hot springs are not gender segregated. You got angry, after all there are short people in this world! Why would they put the damn sign so high! And Tobirama went in despite that?!

“Why are you standing there?”

You startle. “T-Tobirama-sama?!”

“No one else is here and probably no one will come soon, it’s late. So relax yourself.”

“B-but… fine.” You sigh, you are desperate for a nice bath. You can just go to the other corner so you both dont get into a weird situation, right?

You take a deep breath, you look at him. You see his muscular back with some scars from past. He turned his back so you can get in and he wont see you naked. You get in, relaxing as you felt the warm water.

“You can look…”

He turns back again, facing her. Y/n blushed slightly because of the situation. She is short, the water only reaches her upper chest when Tobirama’s upper body is fully exposed as he stands. If she stands on her toes, he can see her plump breasts for sure.

“Why are you stiff?”

“You are really asking that?”

He sighs. Then he notices a long cut scar on her collarbone. She notices his eyes on her old scar, she feels the need to explain.

“Uh… it’s from my childhood, nothing serious.”

He doesn’t say anything. Then she breaks the weird silence:

“Do you think the leader of the Suna will make any problem?”

“That old man…” He sighs. “No. I think he wont.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“He doesn’t have balls for it.”

“I-i see…”

“Y/n.”

“Yes, Hokage-sama?”

He stops. He refuses to say what he was going to say. “…nothing.” He wraps his towel around his waist, gets out of the water. “You should get out too.”

“Why?”

“Because i told you so.”

“Can i stay more? Please?”

“It’s an order. Get out.” He walks away, you sigh and get out of the water after making sure he doesn’t look. You wrap your towel around your body, and go to your room as he goes to his own.

Tomorrow, after 6 hours of way, you both arrived to Konoha. He told you to go home and rest, take some time off.

“I am not tired at all, sir. I can assist you today.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

He sighed. “Okay then.”

After going home and taking a shower, you went to his office to work.

In 7.a.m, you went to his office but he wasn’t there. You sat on your chair and started sorting some documents. After few minutes, the door opened and Tobirama entered in. He didn’t even look at you, he sat on his office couch and put his head on the backseat. Closes his eyes while frowning, sighs tiredly and rubs his neck, he seems stiff. You stand up, and walk behind him. You don’t bother ask him because you are used to it, though he rarely shows his tired and stressed side.

“Did you sleep well, Hokage-sama?” You said while rubbing his stiff neck, making him groan a bit.

“Don’t worry about me…”

“Maybe you didn’t even sleep?”

“…”

“Are you serious?!”

He grunts as you stop rubbing his neck.

“Hokage-sama, you need to sleep properly!”

“I know, but there is a lot of work…”

“Of course there is, because you dont let me work more and help you!”

“…”

She frowns, goes in front of him.

“Now, i will handle the paperworks while you take a nap on the couch. Okay?”

“You are giving orders to your hokage now, huh?”

“No, I didn’t mean it.”

“Good… can you rub my neck again?”

She gets a bit surprised. She decides to have fun with it. “Oh, Hokage-sama enjoyed my neck massage?”

“Shut up, girl. Don’t make it weird.”

“I am joking, you get mad so easily…” Saying the last part quietly. You start rubbing his neck again.

-The end of the chapter

#tobirama x reader #tobirama #tobirama senju #hashirama senju #hashirama #madara uchiha #naruto #naruto fanfiction #naruto au #naruto shippuden

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trios dont work. // satosugu x reader (business AU) (FULL WORK)

✦ Pairing: satoru gojo x suguru geto x afab!reader (she/her)

✦ Summary: trios dont work, and nine years later consequences hit

✦ Warnings: alcoholism, mention of death (mamagumi), passing out due to alcohol consumption, abandonment, clubs, petnames (sweetheart, doll, pretty girl, whatnot), dunno what else lmk

✦ A/n: im still sick, im still hurt, i dont appreciate hurtful things being said to me in my asks, but here you go, if its all a bit vague; im sick.

✦ Wordcount: 7272

✦ ATTENTION!!! do not copy. translate, remake my work, i do not give you permission to so dont do it. also GIF not mine, credits to the creator.

nine years. It had been nine years.

She remembered everything of their last day together, every once in a while it would suddenly pop back up into her head, but in that first year, it replayed again and again; every day.

“Suguru!” [Name] had called out to one of the two teenage boys as she caught up to them “hi!”

Suguru flung his arm around the girl's shoulders, pulling her into his side as she greeted Satoru.

“Where have you been, doll? We were looking for you.”

[Name] laughed as she grabbed their hands and pulled them along. “Shoko and I accidentally forgot to sleep, so when I did fall asleep around ten I was doomed to wake up late.”

The two boys looked at each other and smiled, the little ball of sunshine walking in front still pulling them along.

After they walked for a while, they finally reached the top of a mountain, looking down on the city below.

“look who knows the best spots once again”

They had spent the entire afternoon on the top of that mountain since classes were canceled due to the celebration, their fellow students were down there, having fun.

At some point her eyes fell and she slept. The black haired boy looked down at her sleeping on Satoru's shoulder before giving a sad smile.

“She will never forgive us.”

“But at least we'll protect her.”

The next morning when [name] woke up in the room she shared with Shoko there was a little note on her nightstand.

‘you’re gonna be okay’ in Satoru’s messy and rushed handwriting. She got dressed and ran out of her room, looking for her best friends. what did Satoru mean with that she was gonna be okay?

He looked at her, his mouth opening but no sound coming out. She knew what he was gonna ask, “They’re putting their stuff into the car or?”

She showed him the note in her hand and Nanami just got more question marks behind his eyes.

The second year after opening the fourth without Gojo and Geto [name] opened a second location of her club across the world in Los Angeles.

Scarlett still looked a bit sick as she bid farewell to her boss, but at least she could finally take a break, which she was too shy to admit she actually needed.

“Zen’in?” she had called as she stood behind him.

“Well, someone has to be the millionaire of the family.” Toji’s eyes widened as he asked for more details, giving an impressed grin when he found out she was the owner.

“You got it good, girl. I wouldn’t have suspected you to be the type.”

The mixed scent of sweet floral yet strong cologne and a really overwhelming smell of pine and vanilla still hung faintly in the air.

It can’t be, she thought. Her mind was just playing tricks on her because Toji had her remember things she didn’t want to. There’s no way.

“That man's eyes… wow! I’ve never seen anyone with eyes that bright!”

It’s not him. They’re not here.

“But the other one! His shoulders… my god.”

With a racing heart she went back to observing the crowds. Walking alongside tables, along the dancefloor, everywhere.

Theres no way these two fucks still wear the same cologne after years.

I’m going to drive myself insane by looking for people that aren’t-

Fuck.

Why not?

The music seemed to dim, the world became clearer yet also blurrier as she stood in front of them.

“Get the fuck out of my place.” she said, there was anger and aggression in her voice as she looked at them. “Now.”

Gojo and Geto both looked up at the person speaking to them. Geto had to do a double take as he took in the woman before him, but Gojo’s heart and smile dropped instantly.

“Get out. You’ll be okay.” her own eyes met Gojo’s blue ones, sending back his own words he left on that note nine years ago.

[Name] raised her eyebrows in amusement as she looked at the two men infront of her. They changed so much, yet nothing at all. She’d wait sixty seconds before she would raise her hand and look to the side to call security.

“[N-name]? What are you doing here?” Gojo stuttered.

“Running my club, what about you?” she smiled sarcastically before glaring at him. “Leave. You two wanted me out of your life, now I want you two out of mine. Leave and never show your face here, or at any of my locations, ever again. You have one minute before I call security.”

Geto stared at her with wide eyes, the woman in front of him was not the one they left behind nine years ago. There was no sign of silly jokes and giggles, lit up eyes and playful eyerolls.

This woman was cold. That was the only word that came to Geto’s mind. There was no love in her eyes anymore, her spark wasn't the same. And the worst part of it was that Gojo and he were probably the reason for it.

“Ha! Look who it is, man I didn’t expect you here. Isn’t Megs at your place?” Toji suddenly appeared out of nowhere and his words made [name] even more lightheaded. He wrapped his arm around her waist briefly, a small sign of affection and recognition as they exchanged glances. “You know them?” she asked Toji who enthusiastically replied.

“Yeah! Blue eyes is Megumi’s godfather. But I was just gonna head back out, got an emergency meeting first thing tomorrow. See ya [name], take care of yourself, alright?” he waved goodbye to Gojo and Geto and walked out.

Great. Fucking great.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Don’t you dare. Don’t you fucking-

“Follow me, no questions and you'll walk out of here unharmed.” she spoke in a cold tone before turning around and making her way to her office.

What the fuck was happening. Who had cursed this upon her?

She unlocked the door to her office and walked in, pouring herself another drink as the two men came in. “Sit down.”

They did as she said and sat down in the chairs facing the desk. Gojo sneaked a look at one of the papers on her desk. It showed the gain of the last month. That was more than his and Geto’s company made… in three months…

He quickly sat back when she turned around and sat in the desk chair with her drink in hand. It was a fancy black one, CEO’s would have it- he had one alike.

“I thought you didn’t drink.” Gojo said, trying to make small talk.

“I thought I would have a nice future with my best friends nine years ago.” She took a sip of her drink, looking at both of them before speaking again. “Explain. You have ten minutes, and I am solely doing this for the sake of Toji and Megs cause I will not have them know we are on bad terms.”

They stared at her. Nine years ago she would have blushed and tried to hide away or scolded them to stop, but now she stared back, no trace of blushing on her cheeks.

“Get to it. We’re adults now, we both have running businesses. So let's get over it.”

Geto sighed, this was more complicated than the situation nine years ago was. Or maybe explaining it nine years ago would’ve been easier, [name] was easier then. Not in a bad way, she changed, they all did, but Geto had the feeling that she would’ve understood it better back then rather than now. Both Gojo and Geto felt the anger radiating off her, she looked like she could in fact kill both of them right now.

“We got mixed up with the wrong people in our last year.” Gojo suddenly said and she huffed in annoyance but kept quiet. “You know we were already making plans for our business back then, we tried to make some ties here and there and a particular branch of people scammed us. That’s how we met Toji too, he was mixed up with the same people. They had known I came from money and so they stalked us around, even at school. Pretty soon they found how close we were with you and before we knew it they had entire records open on you. Where you lived, who your parents are, all that type of things! They found your birth certificate! With that came that they found out you came from money too- old money. So they started with threatening to keep us hostage ‘till you paid them a fine, knowing you would.

After we complied and gave them some money they continued with the blackmail. They came to us with pictures of you asleep, during class, free time, of your apartment in the city. They said they’d kidnap you, said what they’d do to you if we wouldn’t give them more money once our business grew. They knew it would grow because of my father, so we had to cut ties with you to protect you. On the last night-”

“Enough.” She took a long sip of her drink and threw her head back. “You know how much this sounds like bullshit? Protect me or they’d kidnap me and torture me unless-literally speaking-you payed them a fuck ton of money. You could’ve fucking told me? You could’ve waited ‘till after graduation? Yet you decided not to knowing I would be a fucking wreck for years upon years. And then suddenly, after almost a decade you show up in my club acting like a bunch of fucking pussies. The boys I knew wouldn’t pull shit like that! They’d fight cause they’re rich private school jackasses who wouldn’t back out of a fight, nor abandon their best friend simply because some fuckers threatened to hurt her! This could’ve easily been fucking figured out because for fucks sake Gojo! You! You are the heir to one of the oldest bloodlines in country, and so am I so I personally do not see where the fucking problem lies in that it could not have been resolved! And you- no. Don’t you both see the logic in this?” she took a deep breath and looked them both in the eye “I am drunk alright but even I can see this is bullshit.”

She threw her head back again and took a deep breath and exhaled it.

“You don’t know how scared we were to lose you to them, [name]!” Geto looked at her, but she was looking at the boring white ceiling. “Yeah, well. You lost me because of your fears of losing me.”

Silence hung in the air for a minute or so as she let those words sink in.

Don't do it. Do not do it. It doesn't matter how close you used to be with them. It doesn’t matter that they took your v-

“Okay here's the deal. It's friday, or well saturday by now probably. Tuesday this place is a cafe, like it is two times a week. You both come here at ten AM, and well talk then, cause again I am fucking drunk.” rolling her head back and looking at them she sighed “Now get out.”

Gojo and Geto gave each other a look, then looked back at [Name]. She looked back, even though her eyes were a bit bloodshot and teary, her gaze was filled with anything but care and love. Geto took a deep breath before standing up. “Will you get home safely?” He asked and she could see there was genuine concern in his eyes as he frowned a little.

“I’ll call my assistant to come and get me.” She rolled her eyes and gave them another look that told them to get out.

Only [Name] forgot that she had sent Scarlett on vacation, so when she dialed her number it went straight to voicemail. She walked out of the club with the stack of paperwork from earlier in her hands and called an uber. The driver said he was near and there within a minute, so when eventually a black car stopped in front of her she got in. Vaguely she heard him ask for her destination and she gave her address.

Tonight hadn’t gone as planned, at all. She had expected a calm evening but it was anything but. [Name] had always thought she was over it, over them, or at least for the biggest part. There were always small reminders of them in everything she did or had. But she really thought she’d be able to kick them out, out of her club and out of her life just like they’d done to her. Their explanation–it made sense but it didn’t. Sure she knew they were busy setting up their business, she knew they were making connections. But stalking? The threats? It seemed unreal, yet it was known that around that time there was a peak of criminal groups disguising as business people in Japan.

[Name] searched for her wallet and pulled out three bills of twenty when the car stopped in front of the gate to her home.

“Keep the change.” she said and stumbled out, typing in the code of the gate and walking in. She stood still for a moment, looking up at the sky before collapsing on the grass. LA didn’t give the best view of the stars, yet she stared at them anyways, the moonlight shining down on her. It didn’t take long before her eyes closed and she fell asleep under the stars.

Satoru and Suguru watched the woman collapse on the grass and they jumped out of the car. How she hadn’t noticed it wasn’t her UBER, they didn’t know. The gate closed just before the two men could reach it.

Satoru slammed on the gate, while the other used his brain and looked at the numbers. Three of them were slightly stained with a black substance–probably mascara that [name] had rubbed onto her hand when she rubbed her eyes.

Suddenly Suguru saw it, those three numbers were the first three numbers of his birthday.

“Over us, my ass.” he said as he typed in his birthday on the keypad.

The other looked over at him and stared as the gate opened. “How’d you do that?” “It was my birthday.” they were both a bit dumbfounded by it, but neither of them would be lying if they denied her birthday was also still their phone password.

Once the gate was open enough they ran through it. The once nicely stacked papers were now sprawled around her as her chest slowly rose up and down. Suguru rushed towards the papers, those were finance and he knew she’d be pissed if they flew away. Satoru ran to get the woman off the grass, he mentioned for Suguru to grab her purse and fish out her keys as he carried her to the front door.

“Fucking hell sweetheart, you never fail to get us concerned do you?” Satoru held her tightly as Suguru opened the door with the sixth key he tried. They stared in awe as the lights turned on. Yeah, this is definitely a [Name] house. “Couch?”

“She never liked sleeping on couches, let’s just find her room.”

The two men wandered around the massive house, looking inside every room in the hopes it was her personal bedroom. They stumbled across her office, multiple empty bedrooms–and bathrooms, tons of dead ends, and lots and lots of paintings. But finally when they took one corner it became clear this was where [name] spent most of her time. They opened the biggest door and it revealed a bedroom, adorned with adorable furniture and picture frames, and of course more art. This was definitely her room.

Suguru looked at pictures of a teen [name] with Shoko, next to it stood a picture of Nanami–which didn’t seem to be a very old picture. He saw lots of familiar faces. Even some of Megumi and his friends. In the meantime Satoru had carried her to her bed and laid her down.

“We either wake her up and get yelled at, or we leave her like this and she’ll wake up feeling terrible.” Satoru turned on the light on the nightstand and looked at his best friend.

To be completely honest–they hadn’t known they were in her club tonight. They both knew she owned a chain of clubs, just like how she probably knew about their business. Their surprise to see her had been much alike to [name] except for the hatred. Both of them had said it. That she’d hate them once they left, and she did, they saw the anger this evening. Though it was a surprise she didn’t turn violent, not that [name] was aggressive or anything, but what would any sane person do when they’d see the person who made their life miserable by leaving her alone?

It was probably Toji’s appearance who stopped her from doing that.

“Or we do our best to make her comfortable cause she ain’t gonna be sleeping well in that. If she wakes up we accept the result. If she doesn’t; we leave as quietly as possible and see her tuesday.” Geto proposed and already turned to what he assumed was a walk in closet.

He blindly grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of shorts from a random drawer and walked back out. As the two stood beside the bed looking at the sleeping woman another wave of realization hit them but it soon faded away and they got to action. Sure it was a bit weird they were changing their former best friend's clothes while she was sleeping, but they’d rather have her comfortable rather than ripping an expensive looking dress.

You just do this because you want to make up for the time you lost with her.

It wasn’t the first time they had changed her clothes, saw her naked or passed out. Yet it was a very different situation now. Nine years had passed.

It took them a while, and some whispered curses and confusion of the dress [Name] was wearing later, they stood back and watched as she lay there, sleeping. Satoru had gone to get a clean glass of water for on her bedside while Suguru tucked her into bed.

“You’d definitely have our heads if you knew we were here…” he spoke as he gently lifted her head to get the hair out of her neck. That’s when he realized she also still had make-up on, best leave that for her to do when she wakes up, Suguru thought.

“Scarlett? Scar don’t forget…” Suguru froze as he watched [Name] stir in her sleep. He carefully reached out and placed a hand on her head.

“Go back to sleep, pretty girl.” He closed his eyes, the sound of her voice hadn’t changed, though when they talked earlier it was rougher, there was hatred in her voice. Now her voice was soft and calm, like it had been all those years ago.

They’d spent summers at each other's houses, mostly Satoru’s or [Name]’s, and every morning the boys would hear that soft, whiney, sleepy voice and they’d just melt. Surrender whatever and tickle and smother the girl in hugs and kisses.

Some outsiders called them ‘like siblings’ , some said the three could argue like a married bunch, others said they were invisibly bonded, like a string always connecting them wherever they went, always coming back to each other.

Suguru kneeled beside the bed, looking around the room. Though [Name] may be in her late twenties, the way she decorated her room was still the same as in her high school days. Picture frames with pictures of friends everywhere, posters of shows, bands, movies on the walls. Plants here and there, a pile of laundry on the floor along with some dishes.

Her bedside table adorned a book, a cute lamp Satoru turned on earlier, some flowers, another picture frame with a picture of her with some friends… No, not just some friends.

It was [Name], with Satoru and himself.

Suguru swallowed, he remembered the day that picture was taken all too well. It had been their last first day at Jujutsu High, also known as their first day of senior year. God, they were all young then, Suguru thought. Young and clueless. No idea what was bound to happen not many months later.

Originally the picture was just meant to be of [Name], but the two boys had decided to photobomb, so it was [Name] cutely standing in front of the camera, and then two teenage boys coming up behind her with weird faces. The girl absolutely adored the photo, it had been on her night stand ever since she got the photos back on paper.

Suguru cast his eyes down to the floor before the door opened and Satoru came in, nearly on his tippy toes to try and make as little sound as possible. “Got the water, let’s… what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, let’s get out of here before we wake her up.”

When [Name] woke up the next morning she had zero recollection of what happened after she exited the UBER. To her surprise, she was no longer in her dress, wearing clothes she hadn’t seen in years, ones she tucked away after high school ended and never looked back on.

She noted the freshwater and aspirins on her bedside table. Her dress from the night prior neatly folded and put on her vanity stool.

Odd. She thought as she got up out of bed. She also found her phone on her bedside table, plugged into the charger, on do not disturb. Very odd.

She opened up her phone, seeing hundreds of messages from Scarlett, and as she opened them the woman herself called.

“[Name]? Thank god, are you alright? What were they doing carrying you?” Scarlett immediately bombarded her with questions, and [Name] could not phantom what she was talking about at all.

As Scarlett continued talking [Name] walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror just as Scarlett spoke words she did not want to hear at all.

“What were the owners of S&S Industries doing inside of your house?”

Tuesday rolled around in a haze. The weekend was a blur, [Name] was not prepared for the day to come. This was the exact reason she always had Scarlett make her appointments.

She arrived at the location an hour early, making sure everything looked better than good. It had to be. Her staff had welcomed her with a warm welcome, big smiles and kind words, as always. She told them an important meeting of sorts would be taking place around ten and to be polite, solely to tell them again how important it was.

Out of pure coincidence, Megumi and his friends showed up ten minutes before ten, distracting [Name] from the nerves that were eating away at her. She was sitting down in a booth in the center of the cafe, Nobara and Megumi sitting next to her as Yuji ordered him and his two friends breakfast. It was always nice to have the kids come by, have breakfast with them, today was just really unfortunate.

“You kids will have to pick another table to eat at, yes? I have a meeting here in a bit.” She looked at Megumi, noting how much he looked like his father. Her phone chimed, and the time told her it was a mere five more minutes before she had to face them–sober.

“Business meeting? More locations? Important? Collabs?” Nobara looked at her with big eyes, [Name] adored the younger girl, she reminded her of her younger self a lot, and she guessed Nobara saw her as a big sister, always clinging to her side when the two saw each other.

“Not quite, just… some people from high school, but you have to promise me not to give any weird looks when you see them, okay?”

She looked at them again, their confused looks bringing a nervous smile on [Name] her face as she shooed them away when the door opened.

“Tell your dad I said hi.” she messed up his hair before walking towards the two men in the entrance.

Enough hours were spent trying to come up with what to say at this exact moment, she had so many options, yet none came to mind as she looked up at them.

[Name] looked up at the two men and swallowed, her head felt light as she offered a small smile–already regretting everything.

“Hi, welcome.” she dipped her head out of respect before turning around and mentioning for them to follow her. She spared the kids a look, and as expected they were staring at the trio with big confused eyes. Oh how much they looked like Gojo, Geto and herself when they were younger, and she could only hope they wouldn’t meet the same fate.

Once they were seated in the booth a waiter came by and took their orders, which were still the exact same as a decade ago.

“It’s a nice place you build here.” Geto was the first to speak up.

Hesitantly [Name] looked up at him and smiled, “Paris is even better, bought this old place, renovated it completely but kept the old looks on the inside. It took a while but it’s perfect…” She again looked at the kids, Nobara was already looking at her and offered her a thumbs up. “So, Megs godfather huh?” Gojo met her eyes over his sunglasses he still wore, guilt was evident in them.

He nodded softly, “Yeah… Saved Toji from one of the gangs we got mixed up with, he made me his godfather about a year later. What about you and Toji?”

“Me and Toji? In what way?” She raised her eyebrows, knowing fully well what he meant. “Toji is a family associate, loyal customer, and a great friend. Nothing more. A bit too old for me.”

Silence fell over them again until their drinks arrived. The air was tense, guilt and regret hung in the air as well as sadness and anger. It wouldn’t take much for [Name] to burst out in tears. For the first time in years she was at arms length of her best friends, she looked at them and savored the moment even though they hurt her so badly.

Gojo still stirred sugar through his coffee as he sat in the middle seat, stealing Geto’s small cookie when he wasn't looking. His hair still messy but not messy messy, his undercut now much more noticeable than when they were teens and still those cursed sunglasses that hid his mesmerizing blue eyes.

Grew up to meet the Disney prince standards. [Name] thought.

Geto… His hair was longer, half put up, half falling down his back. He put on more muscle, a small smile still always present on his face, soft and caring eyes staring back at her as she took him in.

Oh fuck.

“You’re staring, doll.”

She flushed, blood rushing to her cheeks as she got caught. She swallowed, saying the first best thing that came to mind.

“It was a real asshole move, you know. Nine years ago. It really fuckin’ hurt and it could’ve been atleast brought to me in a slightly better way.”

You didn’t have to cut me off completely out of nowhere. Was what she meant to say, but she knew the boys got the message already as they dipped their heads.

“It took me four years to stop looking to my sides for either of you, I couldn’t sleep in my family home anymore cause every meter of the premises reminded me of you. I never stopped looking for you in crowds, I never stopped smelling ghosts your scents wherever I went. I never had the nerve to throw out pictures of you, of us. I never changed my phone password, I- I never got over it, over you two.”

[Name] had tears in the corners of her eyes as she grabbed her tea to calm herself. Every inch of her just needed to tell them everything. How she felt, how it hurt. Everything.

Her lips quivered when a hand took her mug out of her hands and arms wrapped around her. The smell of a strong cologne filled her senses and that was all it took for the tears to fall. She was pulled closer until she could feel the material of his sweater on her cheek. Suguru Geto was hugging her for the first time in nine years. A feeling she never thought she’d feel again as she held onto him for dear life.

Somewhere in her mind [Name] remembered what she thought not too long ago. If I stay around them for too long I'll go back to my old self in no time.

“Easy, doll, we’re not going anywhere... Not again.” Suguru whispered softly rubbing soothing circles on her back as he held her close. “It’s okay, shh.”

He slowly rocked them back and forth, locking eyes with Satoru who was having a hard time holding his emotions in check. Gojo also didn’t dare spare the kids not too far away a look, not knowing how’d they react to the scene in front of them.

Carefully Satoru sat up and reached out to [Name], her head still half shielded away by one of Suguru’s hands. When their eyes locked she broke free from the other man and embraced him.

“Always stealing the ladies away from me,”

“Yeah, well, I think there's no more need for other ladies now that we have the best one of all back.”

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