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fictionalmenxyn · 1 year

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¡Mafia men, you can’t beat them!

Summary: Having a Mafia Husband can be helpful. Especially when new recruits can’t keep their hands to themselves.

Tw: sexual harassment (touching a females body without permission), blood, fighting, violence and language

Don’t read if your not comfortable! You have been warned!

Being apart of a Mafia gang your whole life as your parents were Mafia boss’. You were around this type of stuff your whole life. Also growing up with Ghost he too was apart of it all. When your mother fell ill she had told Ghost to take care of you when she was gone. And he had promised that to your mother he’d keep you safe and push you out if harms way. So he married you, you were over the moon because since you were both teenagers you had developed feelings for him and so did he. But being teenagers you both were scared to confront each other.

You were out with Soap’s partner as you both went out shopping and looking for new things to splash your cash on. You both walked into a expensive and luxurious jewellery shop. Heading straight to the necklace section you looked through all the different and unique pieces of jewellery. The diamond ones stuck out to you most, thinking about how Ghost loves you wearing diamonds. It makes him weak seeing you wearing diamonds, it’s like a weakness.

While you both were out shopping, you felt a small buzz in your bag, looking down and reaching into your bag you pulled out your phone and looked at the text message. It was from Ghost, he had texted ‘don’t forget to be back by six, I love you x’ you replied ‘we are almost finished, I love you too x’.

A good few hours out you and Soap’s other half decided to head back to your homes and call it a day.

Time skip

Now pulling into the driveway in your matte black sports car. You drive down the almost ping path until you got to yours and Ghost’s mansion. Pulling up you pressed the small button in your garage remote, so the garage door could open. As you parked your car, you killed the engine and opened the door.

Getting out of the car you noticed a tall dark silhouette. You instantly knew who it was so you spoke “hello, my love” he replied “enjoyed your day out?” You nodded as you walked up to Ghost and hugged him. Then you gave him a kiss which he gladly accepted.

After some time, you had showed Ghost what you had bought at the mall. Giving him a fashion show which he enjoyed, seeing his wife in many expensive new clothes that he knew you loved. He loved watching your face as you walked out in each new piece of clothing. How your face would light up when he complemented you or when you would tell him the details to the piece or anything about it really.

Six o’clock had stricken the clock, you were in your kitchen. Wearing your new black dress that hugged your body in all the right places. The new black dress had a open back that showed your tan back nicely; it also had a slit in the right leg it didn’t rise too high but it wasn’t too low. It was perfect.

As you were in the kitchen you were making Ghost and Soap a drink. Soap was Ghost’s partner in crime, his right hand man. As you poured them both a scotch with a large square ice cube, you handed it to the two men. Then you poured yourself a drink. You said “too a hopefully successful deal” the two men raised their glasses and said in sync “successful deal” you three clinked your glasses together as you sipped your drinks.

After sometime, you were waiting for a tex from your husband to say that you could enter the meeting room to make the official deal.

You were watching tv while finishing off your second drink when you felt a buzz by the side of you. Grabbing your phone the text read ‘come on, your up x’ you placed your phone back down and walked towards the room.

Walking over you opened the door, revealing yourself to the many men in the room you watched as all their heads turned to you. But the side Ghost was on most of them turned away. Ghost spoke “this is our account and official deal maker, Y/n love, come over here” you nodded and started to make your way over.

As you did you felt something brush against your behind. Looking back, it seemed to be a young gentleman’s hand. You noticed you had never seen him before so it must of been one of the new recruits. Turning around you paused for a moment trying to focus once again. Ghost noticed this so he whispered to Soap “go over to Y/n, explain what we’ve been over” Soap nodded and started to walk over.

It you saw Soap walking over to you when you felt some grab your behind. This time it was different, this one was more powerful. It had made you trip, lucky for you Soap had saw what happened and you fell into his arms. You looked back at the recruit in disgust and confusion. Did he not know who he was messing with? Did he know what he just got himself into?

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard Soap whisper “you alright? Do you want me to tell Ghost?” You nodded, not knowing what to do or what was going to happen.

Ghost saw everything, he looked over to the opposing Mafia member and spoke “could we pause this a minute, I need to put one of these recruits in line” lucky for Ghost he was good friends with the opposing Mafia boss. The Mafia boss spoke “do what you have to do, I wouldn’t let this slide if it happened to my partner”

Ghost stood up from his chair and stormed over to the lad who had just harassed you and grabbed him by the blazer and yanked him from where he was stood. Ghost spoke “stay there, move and you’ll have what’s coming to you tens times worse” the recruit didn’t move a muscle.

Ghost walked over to you and eased his body. He lowered his head and spoke “here have this-” he took off his blazer and handed it to you. He continued speaking “come on let’s get you a seat” he walked you over to his seat and told you to sit in it. You sat down, Ghost lowered down to your level and kneels down. He placed a finger under you chin to make you look at him and he spoke “live, if it gets too graphic please look away, ok?” You nodded. As he got up he gave you a kiss on the forehead.

He walked over to the recruit and spoke firmly “so, why did you harass her, eh?” The boy stuttered out “uh- I- I didn’t know she was yours, sir” he replied “still doesn’t mean us men show harass woman, eh?!” With each word Ghost spoke he grew angry. The recruit responded “I’m sorry- I’m sorry I really didn’t know she was yours” Ghost spoke with venom “what did I just fucking say?! You don’t harass any woman weather if she is mine or not!”

Ghost threw a punch at the boy. He was angered by the fact the boy would’ve done it if you weren’t Ghost’s wife. He punch him repeatedly. You watched as blood started to pour out of the boys eyebrow and the small cuts that appeared on his face from Ghost’s thick rings.

You continued to watch a bit more until you couldn’t handle it no more. You got up and walked over to Ghost. You placed a hand on the lower of his back, he knew it was you. You only placed your hand there when he was angry or stressed. His body stopped tending as he felt your hand on his lower back. He stopped instantly. He turned around and you spoke “please, can we just do business. This recruit is just a waste of breath, Simon.” He paused for a second. Then he nodded and looked at a different recruit standing by the door and spoke “take him outside the house by the front gate and ring a ambulance. The man nodded and grabbed the batter recruit and managed to place him over his shoulder and left the room.

Once all that communication stopped and the deal was made everyone left. You and Ghost had went to the small bar you had to the side of the kitchen. You watch Ghost as you poured him another drink and then poured yourself one. You walked around the bar and then placed a hand on Ghost’s shoulder and spoke “thank you… thank you for protecting me” he looked at you and placed his large arm wound you waist and pulled you closer to him. He spoke “I will always promise to protect you, my love” you lowered your head and kissed him like you haven’t seen him in ages. He loved that no matter how long you two had been together you loved him like he was the only man on earth. And in your eyes he was.

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lbodraws · 2 months

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March edition of the Agent 4 magazine ft. V4.

dark fashion won the poll! please enjoy Four in her mall emo outfit and V4 in her punk outfit.

have fun translating this month's edition. if anyone is able to fully translate it i'll draw a sketch of their choice.

happy translating 🧡

(text is in square script)

#agent 4 magazine covers #agent 4 #V4 #villain agent 4 #lbodraws art #splatoon

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totaldramacruisecontrol · 4 months

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Last Time On Total Drama Cruise Control: No Golden Buzzer for These Contestants!

CHALLENGE 5: - LAS VEGAS, NV "Alright! This challenge is......a talent show! Now, I get it. I get it. I am aware of the unbalanced teams. Sooooo...I've decided for this challenge everyone will go, but only one will count for your team. You will have to vote for the best performance. You better pick wisely, because you will be preforming for all the lovely tourists and locals!" Brick left before the challenge even started! He ran away from it all...to become an Elvis impersonator?! Thankfully he returned just in time to perform "Heartbreak Hotel." Being the most voted for the Tapirs, he goes up against most voted Beaver contestant Alejandro and his balancing act!

It's BRICK VS ALEJANDRO! The audience holds their breath... Who will come out on top?

"Alejandro's breathtaking performance...He wowed the crowd with his amazing tightrope abilities! And juggling? Talk about talented!"

"...aannnndddd Brick! Coming in fashionably late, the disgraced Soggy Sargent was able to clutch out a unique performance!"

"It's time for the viewer's vote, because that's the one that matters!" The audience decides that ultimately, Alejandro deserves the win! A rare win for the Beavers! All Participating Contestants and their Talents:

Tapirs Wayne- Skating Raj- Drawing Scott- Whittling Lightning- Handstand Trent- Playing Guitar Jo- Strength, Lifting Sadie- Shooting Courtney- Singing Brick- Elvis Impersonation

Beavers Ripper - Playing the Butt Trumpet Harold - Beatboxing Alejandro- Juggling on a Tightrope Julia- Making Money MK- Card Tricks Amy and Sammy- Cheerleading

ELIMINATION: Sadie was voted out on today's episode! However, it turns out... "I AINT SADIE… IM SUGAR!" Sugar fooled the cast pretending to be Sadie, flaunting her "acting skills." Because Sadie was eliminated and not Sugar, Chris has chosen to keep her in the game!

With free flights to Vegas from where the ship is docked, the contestants had 10 days to run around the strip! The love square reunites after Brick's "moving" performance! And... they all hotbox a hotel room. It's almost a must to get a hotel room when there isn't a port nearby. Alejandro, Wayne, Raj, and Ripper (Now deemed the "Sea Tails,") destroy a VHS tape in a room together, containing dialogue between Noah and Cody. Alejandro was mentioned, and he didn't appreciate the fact the tape claims he dated Noah at some point. (Which did not happen.) Jo, at some point, gets crossfaded with Amy and Alejandro! Brick also admits his love for Jo when she returns to their room. She does not remember this happening the next day at all. Because of this, Brick goes to the mall and cries in a bathroom while Lightning comforts him. Jo also visits the aquarium with Harold and they argue about sea creatures. Jo also bonds with Raj over their shared trauma from the show. Speaking of trauma, after an outing with the Sea Tails, Raj is faced with an abundance of pigeons. Birds are secretly his greatest fear, and Ripper manages to catch one and bring it over to the group. Ripper and Julia have a small fight in the gift shop! Ripper almost slips up and says something rude. Julia says she needs to think about their relationship...

After Harold brought it up once, everyone appears to be entirely fascinated by seahorse birth. With the love square repaired, will the beavers even have a fighting chance at the next challenge?

Find out next time on TOTAL! DRAMA! CRUUUIISE CONTROL!

#recap

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whatjanewore · 2 months

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Feeling My Water Sign

(Layers: pt 1)

I noticed all the layering happening at the Fashion Weeks. I’ve loved layers since the sixth grade when Annie Hall came to the Washington Square Mall stores in Evansville.

I think this is the first time I’ve ever worn the chiffon silk vintage swim cover-up I’ve been hoarding since 1992 and I LOVE IT.

The layers are: leggings, silk thing, dress, slouchie.

Worn 3/7/24 while visiting with friends on my porch.

#layers #fashion week #outfit #ootd #water signs #black milk #thrifted style #vintage fashion

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keiteay · 7 months

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Every time I walk into Fashion Square, I wonder when my last ever time there is going to be

#fashion square mall #orlando #florida #dead mall #liminalcore #liminal spaces #abandoned #abandoned places #lensblr #photography #original photography #photographers on tumblr #justgoshoot #moodygrams #mkexplore #pashadelic #kei teay

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visit-new-york · 1 year

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Hudson Yards

Where exactly is Hudson Yards? Hudson Yards is located between 10th and 12th Avenues from West 30th to West 34th Streets.

What is special about Hudson Yards? Картинки по запросу Hudson Yards Hudson Yards is New York's newest neighborhood and home to more than 100 diverse shops and culinary experiences, offices for leaders in industry, significant public art and dynamic cultural institutions including The Shed, modern residences, 14 acres of public plazas, gardens and groves.

The neighborhood buzzes with activity, and is known for chic art galleries, inviting restaurants and bars, and international fashion and design. The celebrated High Line and the new Public Square and Gardens and Hudson Park & Boulevard will welcome residents and visitors to expansive open green space.

The Edge NYC is at the Hudson Yards Mall is “the highest outdoor skydeck in the western hemisphere”.

#Hudson Yards #new-york #New York City #new york #newyork #nyc #NY #manhattan #urban #buildings #city #usa

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utkalkanikagalleria · 4 days

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Best Shopping Places in Bhubaneswar

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itsuki-minamy · 2 years

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K - ONE YEAR LATER

CHAPTER 7: NIGHT OF MEMORIES (BY TATSUKI MIYAZAWA)

* List of Chapters

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia

A year has passed since then.

The sports store where Misaki Yata is currently working is not a famous store nor is it located in a large shopping mall, it is an old-fashioned two-story community store in a corner of the shopping district.

The store manager is a former professional baseball player and took over the sports store, which is a family business, after he retired. Inevitably, baseball tools are the most substantial, but there are plenty of other sports supplies.

Also, Yata participated in a skateboarding competition, so he was willing to take a break from time to time, and he actively supported him.

In a very understandable workplace, Yata, who had held relatively different part-time jobs, has been working very seriously.

That day, he worked from ten in the morning until night. After getting off work, Yata felt a little peckish, so he ordered a menchikatsu from a nearby garnish shop, and strolled through the shopping district while he munched.

This shopping street in Shizume has many old-fashioned shops, such as a rare cafe, a second-hand bookstore that has been in business for fifty years, and a fishmonger run by a kind-hearted general.

Among them, Yata found a store that caught his attention. It was a toy store with a retro-toned neon sign that said "Retro Store."

If you look in the splash window, you will find the retro anime Chogokin that aired about 20 years ago and board games that have been discontinued long ago.

Yata was curious and entered the store.

Glass covered shelves act as partitions to form narrow aisles. And on the shelves, monster figures, plastic model submarines, and sofubi dolls that couldn't be seen at all, but the characters were stacked and neatly lined up.

To be honest, young Yata did not feel any homesickness because there were only antiques that were out of reach.

However, Yata, who was looking at it with a feeling of "Oh, there is such a thing.", suddenly stopped and said:

"Wow!"

His eyes lit up.

At the end of his gaze was the hardware and some of the computer game software that had once ruled the world. Those mysteriously increased Yata's heartbeat.

"Oh, how nostalgic."

He said that unintentionally. To be precise, these game consoles were top sellers when Yata's parents were children.

However, Yata had a special feeling for this game console. When he first entered "Homura", he got these games in the retro genre at that time, and he was very addicted to staying up all night.

And the existence of a close friend who kept him company even though he complained about his stupidity.

It was an exciting day for Yata.

When he noticed, he was calling for the bearded manager, who was at the counter.

"Hm, how much does it cost to buy all this?"

++++++++++

After finishing his shift, Fushimi Saruhiko dressed in civilian clothes and bought chuhai, beer, and some snacks at a convenience store, then headed to a multi-tenant building on the outskirts of Shizume.

It was 9:30 at night.

Stainless steel tenant signs at the first-floor entrance were lined with obscure company names such as "Waraji Specialty Sales Company", "Ponpon Mail Order" and "Goriki Shoji".

Fushimi took an old-fashioned elevator that made him hesitate to go up and went up to the top floor.

"You Law Office" was written on the frosted glass in front of him. However, it seemed that everyone had already left work, and it was completely dark inside.

Fushimi walked up the stairs on the side of the building slowly and with a serious look.

He pushed open the heavy door. Then, immediately, he could see the ceiling covered in moonlight.

"It's still a strange place."

Fushimi laughed.

The rooftop of this multi-tenant building, about 90 square meters, was the entire residence of Yata Misaki. The only space he could really live in was a small attic in the back that looked like a mountain lodge.

Also, a little further away, there was a locker room-sized bathroom and shower, placed side by side.

In the back space, there were benches and old tires that existed before Yata moved in, bus stop signs for some reason, tattered mannequins, heavily-graffitied beach umbrellas, stone chairs, and large foliage plants.

It was too incoherent and a little scary.

Fushimi said:

"Didn't the real estate agent cheat on you?"

Despite what he told him to his face, Yata liked this living environment.

The reasons can be broadly divided into two: One is that the rent is ridiculously cheap.

Another thing is that the ground floor is unpopular at night, so there were no complaints, even if he was a bit noisy.

Therefore, recently, Yata enlisted the help of Kamamoto and Fujishima, who is good at carpentry, to build his own skateboard track and practice tricks night after night.

Fushimi walked up the handmade wooden skateboard ramp (a structure that looks like an ellipse split in two, which allows for tricks like jumping while sliding left and right on a curved surface) to the attic in the back, then called at the door of cheap construction.

Almost immediately,

"I'm going!"

Yata opened the door with a big smile on his face. As he exhaled, his eyes lit up and he beckoned him with a "pon, pon" gesture.

Fushimi laughed a little, thinking that he was like a dog patiently waiting for his master to return.

The attic where Yata lives has about eight tatami mats, but it also has a mini kitchen and a small loft space. Yata usually puts a futon in the loft space and sleeps there.

Inevitably, the space below was the kitchen, dining room, and living room. Eating and drinking is done at a small chabudai. There are two cushions next to it. One had a cool arabesque pattern and the other was elegant with a cat character.

The difference is that both are gifts.

Speaking of gifts, the big screen television that occupies much of this room was an heirloom from Izumo Kusanagi.

The shelf along the wall is made of pipes, and above it is a wide range of items, from laundry baskets to clear jars filled with sweets once collected, a collection of battle-focused manga, and a wide range of skate magazines.

The small refrigerator was decorated with photos of "Homura" members taken at their travel destinations sandwiched between magnets.

The room was messy as a whole, but the room had a somewhat tidy impression, perhaps reflecting the owner's temperament.

Yata has long since grown up, but his youthful mischief still lingers in the atmosphere of the room.

Fushimi thought, "It's still like a child's room.".

Yata took the plastic bag that Fushimi gave him and...

"Oh, alcohol? Thanks, Saruhiko. But I don't feel like that today."

He said that while he was putting alcohol in the fridge.

"Huh? So how do you feel?"

He invited him saying, "Let's have a drink party.". Fushimi's face turned a bit sullen. Yata was...

"Hehe."

With a mischievous look on his face, he handed Fushimi a can of juice instead of alcoholic beverages.

"A drinking party is a drinking party, but today is this."

Fushimi took the item that was handed to him and...

"Watercarian? Is there a place that still sells this?"

He couldn't help but laugh.

It was the carbonated drink that Yata and Fushimi had become addicted to when they started living together.

The name of the product is Watercarian and the can packaging has red and green stripes, so it looks like watermelon juice, but the aftertaste is strangely medicinal. A strong sour taste hit his nose.

It is still a hot topic on the internet as a representative of "bad juice". At first, both Yata and Fushimi drank it as a punishing game with each other, but they gradually became captivated by its strangely addictive taste and eventually drank it regularly.

"Well, naturally, I somehow stopped drinking Watercarian."

Fushimi muttered under his breath.

It was before the two entered "Homura" together.

He didn't stop drinking that peculiar juice before he knew it.

"Besides, that's not all."

Yata was in a good mood and threw another snack in front of Fushimi.

"Takoyaki and grilled squid sandwiches, huh?"

That was also a sweet that both of them were addicted to at the same time. The rich flavor of the sauce laced his mouth, and it was an odd combination with the watercarian, which tasted extravagant.

"Finally. Check this out."

Yata then pointed to a retro game console that had already been set up in front of the TV.

"Isn't that great? I've already confirmed that it works properly."

"I see."

Fushimi's eyes narrowed as he realized what Yata had prepared for tonight.

"In other words, let's dive into nostalgic stuff."

"Oh, that's right."

"Tsk."

Fushimi clicked his tongue once.

"What nonsense."

But his tone was never harsh.

Fushimi received a set of jerseys from Yata and exchanged them. Instead of wanting to be relaxed, he didn't want his clothes to get dirty while he ate snacks or juice.

Yata also had a similar appearance.

Now that he thought about it, even when they lived together, there was a time when they spent the whole day casually chatting with each other in casual clothes like that.

"Good. This is the first."

Yata first chose a fighting game. He inserted the cassette into the retro game machine.

After turning on and waiting for a while, an old-fashioned dotted image appeared on the TV screen and cheap electronic sound played on the speaker.

"Certainly, it's nostalgic."

Yata laughed when Fushimi muttered that under his breath. This fighting game is a popular series that continues even now, and Yata and Fushimi were direct hits around the fourth and fifth generations.

He recalled that when he was in high school, he honed his interpersonal fighting skills on the Internet and in game centers.

What is currently being shown on television was the first generation of that work.

"Then I'll take this guy as usual."

A macho character to whom Yata makes thorns sprout from his body.

"Well, according to theory, I'm this one."

Fushimi chose a magical character with complicated moves.

Each of them is a popular character that continues to be used in the current series. The game starts with stage selection and the start button.

Yata leaned forward slightly, while Fushimi corrected his posture and concentrated on the game. Every time they waved their fingertips, the characters flew around the screen, throwing punches, emitting beams of light, and burning their opponents with waves of heat.

"Shit, this!"

"......"

Yata's style of play is attractive. Fushimi is cool, but when he's outnumbered, he frowns a bit.

The arms of the two men were even. Currently, in this fighting game, where the player population is spreading all over the world, it is to the extent that it is a good thing.

However, that was enough for the two of them to enjoy themselves.

Initially,

"Oh, yeah! I won."

Yata narrowly won the auction, and then...

"Fu."

Fushimi took advantage of Yata's silly mistake and attacked everyone at once. After that, he enjoyed the game, winning and losing for a while.

Oddly enough, the victory or defeat of these games has rarely caused a dangerous atmosphere for both of them for a long time.

Both Yata and Fushimi weren't fully trained as humans as teenagers, but for some reason, losing to each other didn't bother them as much.

Yata laughed when an unusual move came out, and Fushimi also shook his shoulders in an unusual way, and the game was temporarily interrupted.

And then they took a break.

They ate takoyaki and squid sandwiches and drank watercarian.

The takoyaki and squid sandwiches were delicious even now, but the problem was that they fell apart and the sauce stuck to your hands.

Fushimi frequently wiped his hands with a damp handkerchief, while Yata once vigorously spilled it on the chabudai, then wiped it with his hand and threw it into the trash can he had brought nearby beforehand.

And the watercarian tasted weird like always.

"It's really bad."

"Yes."

Yata and Fushimi nodded to each other, yet drank their respective portions with oddly satisfied expressions.

After eating and drinking, the fighting game resumed.

The two of them enjoyed playing shooting games, racing games, and even novel-type horror games by replacing the cassettes and forgetting about time.

A few hours later, the two of them left the attic and found themselves under the starry sky of the city.

It's not that they were "tired of the game" or "got tired", they were just "satisfied with the game".

It was a feeling of satisfaction.

On the other hand, they were lounging on the couch, which had been out in the open for some time, and were rambling on.

The drinks were chuhai and beer that Fushimi had bought from a store. The snacks were also changing to something that went well with sake, like a variety of nuts and salami.

"It's stupid, why are we so obsessed with such old games?"

Yata looked up at the night sky and said something a bit strange. Looking back, he felt that the time he was actually working was a very short period of time, around three months.

However, during that time, he remembered staying up all night many times.

"Uh."

Fushimi lightly sipped the chuhai before replying.

"I guess it's the same feeling as if you were making fun of a movie. Because it's cheap, there are several complaints, but on the contrary, it's interesting."

"Oh, I kind of understand that."

Yata said that in a slightly sleepy tone.

"That's why it wouldn't be very interesting to do it alone."

Fushimi didn't reply, but Yata didn't seem to care.

He sat up and looked at Fushimi again.

"By the way, how are you doing lately?"

"Eh?"

"In fact, the store manager is inviting me to become a full-time employee."

Fushimi was silent for a moment. Later...

"Isn't it okay if you do what you like?"

For someone who doesn't know Fushimi very well, he gave an answer that sounded cold.

Yata smiled slightly.

"There will be a big competition next time. Either way, I'll wait until it's over. I'll reply to the manager after that."

Fushimi silently tossed the nuts into his mouth. Next, he looked at the skateboard ramp made by Yata and the others.

"So how are you for the final?"

Fushimi asked.

"Nothing bad."

Yata hit his left palm with his right fist. His eyes had the same glee of a bad boy that hadn't changed since they'd met.

"I'm able to do the part I was stuck on before. I'm going to win."

"Uh."

Fushimi said that without any interest.

"Well, do your best."

"Of course."

Yata smiled and showed his white teeth. Later...

"And what about you?"

Fushimi's face became a bit troubled. However, since Yata was looking at him, he couldn't help it.

"I do what I have to do. But that's it."

He responded very nonchalantly.

He looked lethargic as always. However, deep down there was a will that was cold and hard as ice.

Yata nodded loudly.

"You've always been like this, Saruhiko."

At that moment, Fushimi, who had been looking uncomfortably at that conversation, suddenly realized that it was already there and pointed his finger.

"Look. It's dawn."

"Oh, really?"

Yata headed for the east end of the rooftop. Fushimi also followed him. It was certainly dim, but twilight was slowly filtering in from across the street from the building.

Yata and Fushimi watched the scene in silence. The two of them were fascinated by the process in which the city was filled with power as if by magic, as light hit the gradually dawning sky.

Grabbing the rusty handrail, Yata said a bit embarrassed as he looked ahead.

"Saruhiko. Let's be stupid like that again, okay?"

Fushimi answered in an equally soft voice.

"Oh, that's right. Misaki."

"Yes, let's do it!"

Despite those words, Yata energetically raised his arm. Fushimi also swallowed his small yawn.

After sleeping for about three hours, he finished showering and quickly washed his face, and went down to the back of the multi-tenant building. It was eight o'clock in the morning. The streets were already full of travelers.

Yata had to go to work and prepare to open the store. Fushimi returned to the dorm once, changed into his uniform, and had a regular meeting with Awashima.

When they first entered "Homura", it was common for both of them to fall asleep and stay asleep until the afternoon.

But now it was different.

Even when they tried to recreate a nostalgic night, his eyes were already grown-up and sleepy.

"See you later."

Yata raised a small fist. Fushimi hit his fist with his fist.

"Yes."

Then the two started walking in their respective directions. Because there was definitely something in their hearts and they could trust each other.

It will continue in chapter eight: "The place where I belong".

#k #k one year later #fushimi saruhiko #yata misaki #sarumi #homra #scepter 4 #k seven stories #k stories #k project

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Start of Something New | Eddie Munson x fem!reader

A/N: Hi guys! I’m back! Got a bunch of things to go through but like everyone, Eddie Munson has taken over my life. So please enjoy the beginning of what will be a fix-it series with our darling Munson. This is set in 1989 and will hopefully be a fun ride for all.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Words: 5k

Warnings: none except like one swear, but this fic is 18+ because you KNOW we’ll be getting that Munson loving soon enough!

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You take a deep breath as you stare out into the mall from the other side of your store’s doors.

It’s your first day as a manager of Hot Topic, the latest addition to Starcourt Mall’s already long list of retailers. But this is different. You fought tooth and nail to get this job. Finally you found a place that not only admired your less-than-popular tastes in music and fashion, but celebrated you for it - you walked out of that interview with a store to manage and a killer employee discount.

Walking into the dimly lit store this morning you took your time to admire the band shirts, the pride and joy of your store, where you find The Cure, one of your favourites, amongst other bands like Metallica and Suicidal Tendencies. The same people who sneered at you for your Doc Martens and safety-pinned pants will now have to deal with the fact that you’re here to flip their Gap-coloured world upside down. Now other “freaks” and “devil worshippers” could shop in peace regardless of whether they wanted new chains for their shirt, pants or face, and walk out sporting the latest design from their favourite band.

You adjust your lanyard covered in pins collected from the million of concerts you’ve attended, a sudden wave of nerves crashes over you. Would people who needed this store feel safe to come in? Was this the right outfit to wear? What if people came in to harass you and you couldn’t fight back because you could lose your job? You make a last-minute decision to dash to the registers in the middle of the store and grab the mix tape you brought to hype yourself up and put it in the store’s sound system. Letting the familiar synth of Depeche Mode wash over you, you square your shoulders and walk back to the front. Time to open whether you’re ready or not.

The day goes pretty much how you think it will. If you had a nickle for every time a older Christian person called you a devil worshipper, you could’ve bought at least two more coffees. Teenagers come in to oogle at you and laugh at your clothes and the outfits set up on mannequins throughout the store, families bringing in their black sheep child to wander and wonder how they could possibly be in the right place, and the occasional fellow freak who is excited you’re here. Fellow freaks like the one who has been doing laps around the outside of your store for the past twenty minutes.

You have an ongoing bet with yourself if he’ll actually come in. Mullet, denim-on-denim outfit with a Dio patch on the back of his vest, and what looks to be a shirt with some sort of devil on it from what you can make out. He’s cute, that much you can tell, especially that adorable blush that crept up his neck when he caught you staring back at him. You’ve noticed certain songs from your mix tape either excite him or cause him to furrow his brow, almost like he wants to tell you that Metallica’s “Fade To Black” could NOT be followed up by Bauhaus’ “Bela Ligosi’s Dead”. You wonder what song will make him break and come in because unfortunately a hottie is not grounds for you to abandon your store.

Apparently the final straw for your mystery man was “Master of Puppets” fading into The Cure’s “Boys Don’t Cry”. You’re crouched down fixing a stack of shirts when the sound of footsteps approaching land you face-to-face with scuffed Reeboks. Following the shoes up past the ripped back jeans and apparent “Hellfire Club” shirt, you’re met with the warmest brown eyes you’ve ever seen. “Are you the one I’m supposed to talk to about what’s going on in here?” Raising an eye brow you rise to meet him, “what’s going on here is my killer mixtape, so if you’ve come to pledge your undying love for me and my superior taste, then yes I’m the right person to speak to.” Snorting at your reply, he holds his hand out with a smile that makes those brown eyes crinkle and cause a pleasant warmth to spread through your body.

“Munson. Eddie Munson. You’ll have to excuse me having a little musical crisis outside, I just wasn’t expecting such an interesting mix playing in Starcourt Mall.” You shake his hand as you introduce yourself, still not believing you’re actually talking to him and maintaining your composure. Talking to people you found attractive was never your strong suit, but he’s in your store, so you cling to the familiarity around you to stay strong. Dropping his hand you quickly compose yourself, eager to see how long this can keep going, “Well Eddie Munson, I think you’ll find that just like this store I’m here to make Starcourt and Hawkins itself a lot more… interesting”.

With the ice broken and no customers to help, Eddie decides to stick around where you swap favourite bands, movies, and everything in between. You admit you remember him from high school, but your parents moved away after freshman year, leaving you a mystery to those in what would have been your graduating year. Especially since you’re back looking different, embracing the weird things you like and dressing in a way that definitely would have made a full four years at Hawkins High feel like 400. “Of course the only cool person ditched this town before we could hang out!” He slaps his hand on your cash counter, faking offence.

“You have to make it up to me by letting me make you a mixtape. Something you can have at the store or those nights alone, dreaming of the next time you’ll see me under these dim lights.” You pretend to think his offer over but inside your buzzing. Even if Eddie doesn’t think there’s some kind of electricity between you, you know you want to see him again and him wanting to make you a mixtape might just make your heart burst. Knowing you can’t talk with Eddie forever, as much as you might want to, you offer him what you can.

“You’re in luck Munson, I run this place, so come see me again soon and I’ll listen to your tape while trying to make up for lost time.” He slaps the counter again in excitement and points at your face, “I’ll see you tomorrow then sweet cheeks, I have the feeling we’re going to get along just fine!”

Fuck I hope so, you think, already imagining what having Eddie Munson in your life will bring.

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