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roo-bastmoon · 1 year

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Let's get into the Angel Pt 1 controversy

Summary of Roo's Point: Please follow your conscience but do not bash Jimin for other people's crimes.

More in-depth analysis of the underlying issues:

Let me start by saying I'm a musical theater geek so I have no idea who any of the other artists on the Angel Pt 1 track are, I don't know their music, I don't know their backstories, and frankly, I don't really care to. But yesterday a full kerfuffle kicked off on Twitter with many people ready to cancel Jimin (and by extension, ARMY) for working on a song with someone called Kodak Black.

Who is Kodak Black?

Well, apparently he's a rapper who brought a high schooler back to his hotel from a concert and then ripped her clothes off and bit her and raped her but he entered a plea deal and got probation for it. Not to be confused for the times he had illegal fire arms, committed armed robbery, possessed marijuana, and tried to evade police. Or the time he punched and kicked a woman at a strip club. By all accounts he sounds like a total asshole, and not someone whose pockets I want to line with my hard-earned money, even if I weren't a survivor, myself.

I think we can all agree that Kodak Black is not the kind of person ARMY would ever want to support.

So if at any point you feel like you cannot get behind the Fast X movie or soundtrack because Universal chose to employ that man? Please feel free to boycott and sleep easy at night. That's your value-based decision and I respect it. Don't let anyone call you an anti for it.

However.

There is another legitimate take on this with regard to Park Jimin, and it's a bit more nuanced than simply "don't work with bad people."

For a decade, we've gotten to know who Park Jimin is. He is kind. He is considerate. He is gentle. He has excellent manners. He gives to charity. He obeys and honors his parents and elder members. He has never been violent. He has never broken the law. He respects women deeply. He is a hard worker. He is a good human being.

I can't help but recall how Jimin had absolutely no idea that the song he made was going to be in Eternals. Like, he didn't believe it at first.

Clearly, this company has some serious issues with communication and the handling of Jimin's releases. I could say more but we don't have all day for that.

It is therefore plausible to me that Jimin was approached for this song, possibly by Jvke. Jimin has said he's seen all the movies so we know he likes the franchise. Maybe he said sure, he'd love to sing for Angel Pt 1. So he recorded his parts and moved on to the next amazing groundbreaking industry-shattering piece of work on his schedule. And then Universal brought in other artists and no one said a thing to him about it.

And you might think there's NO WAY Hollywood wouldn't tell you who all you're working with. Listen, I never worked on any big productions, but I lived in LA for years and worked in entertainment long enough to know you could make something and months later find out it's a whole other thing with people you've never heard of, and you signed off your work and likeness so it is what it is and you gotta live with it and not make waves, especially if you ever wanna work in that town again.

Then again, maybe Jimin met the rest of the artists during the filming of the music video. Maybe he knew Kodak Black was on this song. Maybe he, like me, had no idea of that man's past and never once imagined someone with a rap sheet that long would be in such a large-scale production in the first place.

Or maybe he did know, because it appears Kodak Black is billed as a "creator" of the song, but as an industry professional, he also knows nothing is ever totally clean or pure in this business. So oftentimes in entertainment, you will see people mentally separate the art from the business.

(Side note: To be honest, nothing is ever clean or pure that you pay to consume. The wage slaves sweating in the shops that make the clothes on your back or the device you're reading this post off of. The migrant workers toiling for pennies and living in communal shacks for the veggies in your salad. The animals crammed into horrific crates and slaughtered inhumanely that end up on your plate. The earth that's raped every time you write on a sheet of paper or put gas in your car. The plastics in all of our products are also in our landfills, our oceans, our blood streams. We all of us live and consume off the suffering of others. Doesn't mean we shouldn't fight for a better world--of course we should--I'm just saying, none of us consume anything that's "perfect" and cancel culture fails to acknowledge that.)

Which brings me back to the point about boycotting. If you feel like you just cannot support the business of employing someone like Kodak Black, that is a worthy choice and no one should bully you for it or label you an anti. But please do not consider Jimin "tainted by association." Because everyone is associated in one way or another with harmful people and practices. You'd never get to consume anything ever, if you could only consume things made by "good" people.

For my part, I don't believe Universal will see people refusing to stream or buy Angel Pt 1 and think "Gosh, we shouldn't have hired a man who batters and abuses women, it will hurt our bottom line on this soundtrack, we were very mistaken, let's do better." Maybe they will, but probably they won't. They have yet to even witness the buying power of ARMY anyway so they have no results to compare a boycott to. It's already a done deal and they will likely pull this shit again if it's expedient to do so.

On the other hand, this is Jimin's first OST for a major motion picture and I intend to support the hell out of it. I think it's a good song and I want Jimin to be seen by the industry as a safe bet to bring in numbers. I think the more projects he has, the more opportunities he has to promote good people and good music as alternatives. I say this AS A SURVIVOR OF SEXUAL ASSAULT who is no way making light of sexual assault. It frankly galls me that by association, Kodak Black (and numerous other unknown assholes) will benefit. But I'd rather that than, by association, Park Jimin suffer.

And I'll square with you: I think Justin Bieber, Charlie Puth, Park Jay, and others are opportunistic assholes problematic and it galls me that they will benefit by association with BTS members. But on a case by case basis, I will choose whether to support BTS members' collaborations. So far, I'm still all in. That's what feels right for me, according to MY conscience.

I cannot dictate to you what your conscience should tell you. That's between you and your soul, and it's no one else's business. Do your will and harm none. Trust yourself and honor your limits.

So if at any point you feel like you cannot support JK's Dreamers because of the horrible inhuman treatment of the World Cup stadium workers, abstain. If you cannot support Jimin with Angel Pt 1 because of Kodak Black's inexcusable violence, abstain.

But please do not lay the crimes of others at BTS' feet. They are responsible only for themselves, and we have seen they are sometimes not given complete information around their projects. I'm certain they do their best. When it's clear that a collaboration would go against their values (such as playing for their current president's inauguration), they decline. When they have the opportunity to make informed decisions, they usually decide well. But not always, because the members are human too.

I guess my point of this ramble is... human beings will be human. They are flawed. They inevitably make mistakes. Intention goes a long way. I can make a pretty clear-cut case that Kodak Black intentionally caused harm. So I'm happy to not support his art or business ventures and I hope after a lot of soul searching he becomes a better person but I'm not holding my breath. However, I cannot make a clear-cut case that Park Jimin endorses the harm Kodak Black caused just because he lent his voice to a song Kodak Black is also now a part of. Not yet, not without Park Jimin making a statement defending Kodak Black.

Until he does, I'm not going to hold Jimin responsible for anyone's choices except his own. I trust Jimin. He's earned it. So I'm going to support Jimin.

If you very strongly feel like I'm choosing to do harm here, that I'm anti-feminist, or a rape apologist, or a fan girl making light of serious crimes, please protect yourself and block me. You go ahead and do what you need to do to police your own experience. But I worry that eventually you are going to find yourself in a very lonely, very sparse and dull echo chamber, because that sad truth is... nothing and no one is pure. Certainly not in business, and rarely in art. Considering one out of four women will be sexually assaulted in their lifetimes, it's a safe bet that almost every song or movie you've heard of is somehow benefitting a man who was part of it and who has also abused a woman. I know k-pop idol culture heavily manufactures this PG13 image of artists but the truth is the world of entertainment is a cesspool and a viper pit, and we are very lucky to stan seven artists who are, by and large, truly good people. That's super rare.

My unsolicited advice is to take everything on a case-by-case basis and listen to your gut. Support Angel Pt 1. Don't support Angel Pt 1. It's a deeply personal choice what you endorse with your money.

But please miss me with trying to cancel Jimin, or any of the members, for other people's crimes.

Shunning, dogpiling, mobbing, shaming--cancelling people--those are Mean Girl tactics, designed to make people afraid to work with the "unworthy" and it doesn't work in the long run. (Extended, organized boycotts do work because money talks loud. So feel free to boycott if you want to.) But ruining people's reputations because of who their coworkers happen to be is in no way helping solve the actual problem.

If your goal is to make it so big studios don't employ rapists, keep the heat on the rapist and call out Universal and Kodak Black.

If your goal is to support Jimin, then trust and support Jimin and his songs.

Where those two goals conflict, trust your gut. That's all anyone can ask of you.

For my part, I choose Jimin.

Whatever choice you make--as long as you aren't bashing Jimin--I can respect it.

That's pretty much all I have to say about that. Feel free to disagree but keep it kind and respectful in the comments, please...

Love,

Roo

#jimin #park jimin #angel pt 1 #jikook

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yakuzacanons · 10 months

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Just hear me out

The boys having to deal with their kid going through a rebel/emo phase

Hehehe this is so funny I'm so into this idea, headcanons below da cut sweet anon.

Kazuma Kiryu

Has no idea how to react and just kind of stares in awe at the behavior. As long as the kid isn't going to be in harm's way, Kiryu won't mind a little emo energy in the house. He was an edgy 20 something back in the 80's himself in some ways. He's kind of interested in emo/goth style even though he'd never wear it. Actually down with emo/goth music as it's similarly adjacent to his taste. Honestly, he would just naturally diffuse any tension because Kiryu is so agreeable and seldom forceful. He'd just be like "You like this?...okay."

Majima Goro

Will have an emo competition and win. Type of dad to be like "Ya think yer a rebel? Wait'll ya lose an eye!" which would just bewilder his kid more than anything. Secretly wants to go emo shopping with his kid because he also likes leather pants and leather gloves and the color black. Would lowkey sob if his kid rejects him and is all "Leave me alone, dad!".

Akiyama Shun

Fascinated and stunned by this behavior but also secretly terrified. He always heard that kids eventually hit some kind of rebellious phase but seeing his kid in full emo getup with eyeliner had him so confused. Is it a good thing? Is it a bad thing? What does it all mean? He has no idea but he supports it. Also, constantly shocked at the cost of makeup and CDs, very much like "When I was your age, CDs were half this price, what the heck?".

Saejima Taiga

Would butt heads with his kid the most, but not in the way you'd think. He doesn't mind the kid exploring different aesthetics and tastes and Saejima believes that kids have to venture out and try things in order to learn and develop. Mostly, he just doesn't want his kid to start smoking at a young age. Will totally be like "Smokin' is bad for ya" before immediately lighting his own cigarette. Would listen to scream emo music and say "I got no clue what they're sayin' in this song..."

Tanimura Masayoshi

Thinks it's funny and cute more than anything, probably much to annoyance of his child. Tanimura has his own kind of rebellious streak so he's not really phased or bothered by his own kid having one. As a cop, his only rule is don't do anything illegal. This isn't because he's a straight laced kind of cop because everyone knows he isn't. He just thinks his kid would get caught so fast wearing that kind of obvious emo getup, like "Who wears platform boots when shoplifting at a convenience store? You can't run from other cops in those things."

Ryuji Goda

Thinks it's badass. His own fashion style is pretty bombastic and noticeable and he's secretly pleased his own kid is pursuing a unique aesthetic. Somehow it feels actually very in line with what's typical of Ryuji's family. However, he's still the proud dad as always so he's very much still going to introduce his child by saying "This here's my lil' kiddo!" with his arm wrapped around them, while the kid is just dying of embarrassment because rebels don't get called kiddo by their dad.

Nishikiyama Akira

Questions every fashion choice his child makes, like "...THAT is what's hip with the kids nowadays?... huh." He knows better than to try to convince someone to wear what they don't want to wear but he doesn't understand the all black grunge look. Like Kiryu, his rebellious days are behind him and he's settled down into being a business and family man. Secretly, he kind of misses those old days of being wild though and seeing his kid like this gives him nostalgie.

Daigo Dojima

Is not handling it well at all. Will try to connect with his kid only for them to storm out of his office saying "It's not a phase, dad!" in front of other Tojo Clan members while Daigo just slumps at his desk, shaking his head. His family means a lot to him so a disconnect from his child makes him think he did something wrong. In the end, he just wants his kid to be happy.

Mine Yoshitaka

Honestly, perfectly neutral on the whole idea. Mine's carved his own way through most of his life so when his kid starts a rebellious streak, he's just like "Ah. Okay." as if he just knows he's hit THAT stage in raising a child. He's more logically driven than most so he won't take it personally when his child starts getting all teenage angst on him. Truthfully, Mine probably has the MOST angst leftover from his younger days out of all the boys so he actually understands the feeling more than people know and more than he can say.

#yakuza #yakuza headcanons #yakuza imagines #ryu ga gotoku #ryu ga gotoku headcanons #ryu ga gotoku imagines #majima megaphone moment #goro majima #kiryu kazuma #majima goro #akira nishikiyama #akiyama shun #masayoshi tanimura #saejima taiga #daigo dojima #mine yoshitaka #ryuji goda

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x-authorship-x · 1 year

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i am begging you to expand on your shisui/harry thoughts. please my family are starving ❤️

✨👏✨👏✨ i will GLADLY rant

So lets switch things up a bit and start with Harry.

Harry.

I love Harry.

He's this boy with the weight of prophecy, heroism, impossible expectations, and such attention on his shoulders. He knows so little about the magical world, for all he slowly proves pretty damn talented, and his muggle background is about as far from supportive as you can get.

He's abused and this fundamentally rewrites his love map, his perception of himself and his own worth; he's not some theory genius because he'd rather be doing, acting, making a tangible difference, because he's always had to think on his feet and school has never been his friend. Getting grades too high and he's punished, his teachers turning a blind eye or actually believing the Dursleys...! And then! Hogwarts isn't much better when everyone thinks he's supposed to be as smart and cool and strong as the stories say, when teachers hate him and want him dead, when so many other things seem more important!

Harry is smart, though, but there are things he doesn't pick up on; he's so quick to identify suspicion, resentment, fear, danger, because that was his life for so long. Affection, admiration, love are foreign concepts and that in itself makes him feel uncomfortable and wrong footed, not even getting into the distrust of positivity.

He spends his time just trying to survive and living is a secondary thing. Nothing good stays, it all feels underscored by the cruelties (like deaths, Voldemort, the Dursleys) that he can't escape. His life is only pricked by little glimmers of happiness, when he gets to forget for a short time, and it's hard to keep that mentality on straight.

Harry is kind. He's so bewildered and lost and out of his depths in so many things, like when confronted by aspects of magical society he's never been exposed to but so many people take for granted, and he's never handled with the same understanding that other muggle-raised get (Hermione probably unwittingly adds to this because she's a Muggle-born but she's read more than most purebloods have). Harry is never cruel to people, when he lashes out it's usually because he's been provoked. He is friends with Luna, he is fiercely loyal to Ron, he encourages Neville, he is patient with Hermione.

Harry doesn't understand social queues or positive emotions very well - and, when confronted by an awkward or dubious social situation, like Ron complaining about Hermione, he doesn't agree but he also doesn't know how to speak up whilst navigating other kids and new friendships... Squaring up to Draco is much much easier - but there is a reason the hat wanted him for Slytherin and I don't believe that stupid house-essentialism for a fucking second.

But Harry is shrewd. He knows the moment someone has dodgy designs on him, moody sets his wires off even if harry then chalks it up to him just being fucking weird to everyone, and quirrell is not a threat as much as he is uncomfortable and strange.... Tom Riddle couldn't get harry to really trust him, so I think we should give some credit where it's due and not just... Make Harry swerve between "blindly hotheaded and oblivious" and "manipulative Slytherin-core". Harry has a temper but he's quiet, watchful, and intensely private. He also has a very honorable core in him, even if his morals can flutter around depending on the situation, and he is intensely lonely.

Enter: Shisui.

Shisui, specifically in this AU as a Hufflepuff Heir Black, is such a good pairing for Harry and Harry is very good for Shisui. Regulars will know my favoured Shisui qualities so, instead of regurgitating that list for the Nth time, I'll use Shisui to explain the pairing instead.

Expectations: Shisui is the bastard Heir Black, his father a turncoat DE and his uncle the man who betrayed the Potters, half his family dead or in Azkaban, and it's just a wreck. Shisui's memories mean that he's pretty okay with managing the attention, with cultivating a friendly persona, and then SHOCKER- Heir Black is a fucking Hufflepuff?! Everyone thinks he must be bit of a waste of space and this helps take the heat off him a bit. These two boys will absolutely understand each other, the shame of horrible families and the terrible weight of legacy that has done nothing but offer heartache, the fickleness of the Hogwarts staff and population, the carefulness about making friends to be really vulnerable with...

School logistics: Hufflepuff and Gryffindor don't rub shoulders much but they do sit back to back on their benches in the great hall so there is a good chance for meal-time chatter, especially when shit hits the fan. in class, shisui is gonna be a genius. This is just what will happen, he has the memories of a previous lifetime as a prodigy, and this might be a whole new world with no Sharingan but his mind knows what to do. Shisui devours magical books. He's driving Hermione up the wall. He's somehow (😏) Hogwarts champion and he's actively helping Harry and omg they're working together is this allowed? During second year, shisui is one of the few who barely bats an eyelash at the parseltongue and he's setting his housemates straight about Harry and Harry is actually noticing and thinking... Omg... Who is this guy to be helping me... And then in third year, Shisui is convinced to try for seeker so he and Harry play matches against each other, Shisui is under intense pressure because of Sirius's escape, he catches harry when he falls from his broom... Like are you starting to get the picture here?

Personalities: feral loyal. Honorable but willing to bend morals. Understand the weight of destiny, of legacy, the hunted feeling of an enemy. Shisui will absolutely kill for Harry and Harry would be so relieved because holy shit they're actually in it together, not just emotionally but actually in it. And Harry is hot tempered and suspicious and Shisui gets it, holy shit he GETS it, and Harry is so ride or die and so is Shisui, and Harry is running the DA and Shisui stays behind and shows Harry how to throw punches and break noses and flip assailants and... 😫🤌✨

Quidditch boyfriends... Quidditch adrenaline junkie boyfriends, Shisui is so fucking fast at apparating that he can hop around in a duel and Harry's patronus always wanders to Shisui every single time and they gut Grimmauld Place together and they hold each other so tight and swear 'I will hold on, I'm beside you' and that's beautiful to me

#torship #torship talks #ask #anon #shisui shipping #shisui harry potter #harry Potter #shisui #heir shisui black #shisui is regulus's son #hp naruto #hp au #Hufflepuff shisui

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sharkface · 2 months

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now that ur playing bg3, i really like ur media analysis takes and would love to hear ur thoughts on the fan reactions to astarion

I think in any case, when you see a group of characters like this, and the most prominent fan favorite is a hot, sad, broody white man with hours more content than the group's only black character, there isn't really an argument to be had about the cause of that. It's just racism. I wish that people would give Larian way more shit for it than they do

Under the cut for people who don't give a shit lol, these are more general writing observations possibly affected by not being very far into the game that I may feel differently about (positively or negatively) once I've finished it.

I haven't even gotten through act one yet (and I play Astarion origin, which actually gives me the absolute least of his content on a first playthrough of anyone playing this game) so I might revisit this when I actually know enough about the game to give a meaningful analysis but the long and short to me rn is that Astarion was made to elicit this fan response, they knew this would happen because they'd have to understand fans to know what fanservice would elicit the strongest responses (and there is a lot of fanservice in BG3), I think the ire towards annoying Astarion fans both from the standpoint that he is only the fan favorite because he's a hot white guy AND from the standpoint that most people don't even "get" him is very much appropriate.

Astarion is meant to be a subversion of the seductive and very sexual portrayal of the cunty prettyboy vampire, but (so far) I don't think it really resonates with me as a topic they handled well with consideration to how incredibly sexual BG3 is. I've mentioned it before, but I think it is honestly to this game's detriment a lot of the time how much sexual fanservice is in it, and I do not say this as in "there shouldn't be sex," I am an adult and I like sexual fanservice as much as anyone else, I just think that it very clearly takes precedence over the actual story a lot of the time, which isn't a decision I respect in a game that isn't supposed to prioritize that.

So far I can't really speak on if I think the writing of him and his narrative is ultimately gratuitous, even if you're being led to the conclusion that what happened to him was traumatic and disgusting and that your enabling of some of his behavior is not a good or healthy thing, I am inherently skeptical of it because I know these writers are aware that there is a sect of people who get off on portrayals of the types of abuse he faced. I think that fact in combination with his otherwise being written as he is leads me to conclude that the sexualization of him likely came first and the subversion of that came later, which I think is supported by the narrative surrounding Gale which is much more hesitant to explicitly acknowledge that Mystra groomed him. To me, even if Astarion does end up being well-written in this way, I kind of struggle to see that in a completely positive light or like it was always the sole intention to do right by victims of abuse.

Again, I could change my mind on some things further into the game, but I think this is a conversation people neglect when they get into fan treatment of Astarion aside from the very obvious element of racism in Astarion being the blatant favorite of both the writers and fans by virtue of being a conventionally attractive white guy. Which like. I don't understand why that's even an argument in the first place, because they didn't give Wyll four hours less content than him because he just couldn't contribute anything else to the story. Lol. Especially when you consider that even the nonhuman companions are given the features of conventionally attractive white people more often than not there's some pretty obvious bias.

#This is a bit of a mess but if any mutuals who have played mroe than me would like to chime in WITHOUT SPOILING ME PLEASE LOL I #would really like to hear your thoughts as well.#ask #bg3

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blue-slxt · 9 months

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i need some blue advice <3

okay so i'm african american and i started dating this guy who i love so much he is literally my other half and is the most amazing person - and he happens to be white

the problem is that my family REALLY has an issue with the fact that he's white and isn't this 'strong black man'

i don't understand this mentality they have that black should only date black and how dating a white man makes him weak and a loser as my family likes to say

my boyfriend isn't stupid and he knows they don't like him and he's very shy now and doesn't feel comfortable with being bullied by them anymore, as he should

i don't know what to do anymore. i tell my family to quit it and leave him and our relationship alone and that they have to apologize to him but they just laugh at me, like how old are you? you are suppose to love and support me

what would you do blue? <3

Hey love. First of all, I'm so sorry that you're having to deal with this. As a Black girl growing up, my parents always told me not to bring home a White boy. It was almost like a rule. And I still remember the way my mom reacted the one time I was actually talking to a White boy. It was like a big deal. She thought I had lost my mind.

I understand that with the generation my parents grew up in and their life experiences have shaped their view of relationships, especially interracial relationships. I don't necessarily blame them for their views and I think that that's a grace we have to give our families sometimes. But with that being said, it's still not okay for them to treat him poorly. And good on you for trying to stick up for the person you love. As long as he makes you happy and treats you well, nothing else should matter.

Unfortunately, I'm in a somewhat similar situation with my mom and her not really accepting my girlfriend because she's a girl and biracial. It was a struggle for us to even get to a point where we could just talk about my girlfriend and it not spiral into a big deal. I told her, I don't need her to like it or whatever, but at the very least, I need her to respect my relationship. That means not treating my partner poorly or talking poorly about her.

That may be a boundary that you need to set when it comes to your family. At the very least, they should respect your partner as someone who you love and who makes you happy. If they can't/won't do that, then you put down a boundary to where you distance them from your relationship. They don't get to know about what's going on in your romantic life as long as they're going to keep acting this way.

At least, that's how I handled my situation.

I hope it all works out for you and I'm always here if you need someone to talk to about it. But at the end of the day, if you're happy, that's the most important thing. Regardless of who does or doesn't like it <3

#blue babbles #thanks for the ask!#thanks anon!

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hinatastinygiant · 2 years

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Chapter One

Aster

Pairing: Atsumu Miya x Fem!Reader

next | black canary

As the new owner and supreme boss of a Yakuza syndicate in Japan, it's up to you to look after your members.

However, since you are new, you don't entirely know all of said members just yet. Sure, you've met and introduced yourself to all of them, but you have a hard time putting a name to each of their faces. To be fair, though, you do a really good job at trying. You were only induced about six months ago, but it still feels like yesterday when you and your boyfriend, Osamu, met.

Your friends had convinced you that since you and he were only casual at the time, he probably had a girlfriend he was hiding from you. But that whole thing is a completely different story.

Now, you sit in the driver's seat of your deceased brother's car as you drive yourself to the laundromat that was previously owned by your brother's killer. Sure it's not in the best of neighborhoods, but you love it there. You even have the best manager who takes care of the place when you aren't around.

"Rhodes!" you call out to your 'I'm just here for a paycheck' manager as you step through the front door. He's quite an attractive man with long, pink hair tied in a ponytail about the same length as Asahi's hair. However, his freckles and light blue eyes make him more beautiful than handsome even despite the pout he's constantly wearing on his lips.

Rhodes steps out of the back office and groans when he sees you. "Why are you here?"

You know that look. Those red eyes give him away in an instant. Besides, he isn't typically this rude when you walk in. You shake your head as you step past him and walk into the office. It absolutely reeks of weed.

"Jesus Christ, Rhodes, you've got to get your shit together. You know you can't smoke in here! What if some cops come sniffing around? You do remember I'm part of the Yakuza, don't you?"

"Yeah, so they're not gonna come after you. Besides, I can just say I confiscated it from some customer who was causing an issue out on the floor," he shrugs as he leans up against the door.

"And then they'll ask why you didn't call the cops," you sigh as you sit down in the chair across from the desk that's supposed to be yours. You are the owner after all.

"Because I handled it, duh. Seriously, Y/N, I've got it covered. You trust me, don't ya? So it'll be fine," he replies as he walks across the room and sits behind the desk.

"At least pass me the damn thing then," you give in as you sit up and hold out your hand to him.

Rhodes rolls his eyes and passes you the blunt he was keeping right in the open. "When did you start smoking anyway?"

"I dunno, back in high school? I stopped though up until about six months ago," you admit as you take in a deep inhale from the weed.

"Since your brother..."

"Died and I took over as the supreme boss of a Yakuza syndicate completely out of the blue? Yeah, got a problem with that?" you smile sarcastically.

"No, no. You do you, Boss."

Again, you take a hit from the blunt. "Do me a favor and don't say anything to 'Samu, though. He'll probably kill me and you, too."

"Sure, whatever," he nods. "It's not like I care about the guy anyway. How is it going with him though? Still dating I assume."

"It's going really well," you finally smile genuinely as you let out a breath of smoke. "I love him so much. I don't know how I'd do any of this without him. He, Kita, and Atsumu help me out more than I can even say."

"Is Osamu your biggest support?" Rhodes then asks, showing interest in your life. It's quite a surprise but you don't let it show or else he might stop the conversation.

"Well, yes, but with work stuff, it's typically Kita. He's kind of like my second in command even though it isn't official," you tell him as you pass him back the weed.

"Why not?" he asks curiously as he accepts it from you.

"Why not what?" you ask, the weed already affecting your brain.

"Why don't you make him the second in command?" he repeats for you as he places the weed to his lips.

"It's complicated," you sigh. "At least, I think it is. I can't even process my position in the syndicate let alone know how to rework everyone else into new positions."

"You sound like a shitty boss," he says with a straight face.

"And you sound like a shitty employee. Didn't you lie on your resume?" you snap back.

"Touché."

"Anyway," you roll your eyes. "I love Osamu and I love being with him. I don't think I can even picture a life without him. The two of us have gotten so close over the months we've known each other. Maybe one day-"

"Stop," he interrupts. "Don't get your hopes up, girl. You are his boss, after all. Don't you think he might be hesitant because of that? I mean, I think it'd be pretty awkward for him to ask his boss's boss to marry him, don't you?"

You pause for a moment as you process his words in your fuzzy brain. "No... Osamu isn't like that. If he wants to marry me, he'd ask me."

"Whatever," he shrugs. "If you believe that, fine. You know him better than I do."

"Geez, Rhodes, why are you always like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like... like, I don't know. Forget it," you sigh.

"Y/N, I've known you for six long, grueling months, and I know you aren't very good at making decisions by yourself. You need to start being more decisive. You are a Yakuza boss, for God's sake. Probably the first female one, too, for all I know. And the boss of the best goddamn laundromat in the entire red-light district!"

"There are other laundromats in the-"

"Dammit, Y/N, I was trying to compliment you but now you're making me forget what I was saying... Look, if you love this guy like you say you do, make the move yourself. If you want Kita as your second in command, do it! You're the fucking boss. You get to do what you want, Y/N!"

Your smile probably looks so ridiculous through your red, glossy eyes. "I knew it was the right thing to hire you," you sigh dreamily.

Rhodes smiles back fakely. "I'm glad, too, because I was so over the whole sex-for-money scene. I mean, it paid better and I do the same amount of work here as I did under some desperate slob... but I like it here. It's quiet."

"Quiet?" you repeat. "What about the customers?"

Rhodes shrugs off your comment. "They mind their own business. Don't really like to talk. We are in the wrong side of town, after all, boss."

"Fine, fine. That does make sense I suppose. Anyway, I think I will go talk to Kita and think about what you said regarding Osamu," you nod as you stand up from your seat.

"You're welcome," he says as he tilts his head to the side and grins, closing his eyes. "But if you're really like to thank me you could show your appreciation by giving me a raise."

"Didn't you just say how little work you do around here?" you shake your head as you reach into your pocket and hand him a white envelope with his check inside. "Dream on."

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measuringbliss · 1 year

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Spider-Man Read-Through 017: Let's get smashed (ASM 116-118)

MASTERPOST

So John Romita Sr. just died. A great artist. I don't need to tell you, by this point.

1973 is here! Now, as I said, I'm very familiar with the few upcoming years. But will I look at them differently? Hmm!!!

The issue recaps what happened last time, and it feels surreal to now see exactly what happened. It's pretty much how I imagined it, except slightly more complicated.

Richard Raleigh is back! Or rather, here. What's up with that?

Well, turns out issues 116-118 re-publish Spectacular Spider-Man Magazine #1 (that special in black and white!) but edit it to fit continuity. In the original print (of ish 116), Stan Lee explains that SSM#1 was published around an election year, and they felt like the new election year was apropos for a lil' lifting, handled script-wise by my baby Gerry Conway, and visuals-vise by John Romita Sr. naturally.

So let's read them!

Ah, Romita. Your art never disappointed.

Maybe it's my contemporary look, but this single panel on the right raises so many alarm bells it's hilarious. I've head that kind of words coming from my politicians. *sigh*

The GwenPeter drama continues, and with the recent realization that Romita worked on romances, it all makes a lot of sense.

Man, I'm sure I commented on that back when---

Yup.

It's very nice to see how much Romita's art improved (more perspectives! And the colors help him a lot too.

You know, as we get on to issue 117, I feel like Conway's writing is easier to understand for me, as-in, not difficult at all, whereas Stan's writing was often annoying to parse due to some expressions. You really see the difference. Of course, Stan wrote the original issue, but Conway pretty clearly rewrote pretty much everything.

We've got a new masked baddie, and he reminds me of when the Kingpin's son was the antagonist for a bit. I hope we get to see him and his mother again!

Back to the gentleman's club (with no George Stacy in sight, since he died), Norman is still interesting and Robbie continues to be the MVP.

Yeah, Pete, things haven't really changed.

...I'm saying that, but actually, it's the opposite in my country now. Presidential candidates are about appealing to the voting majority... that is, old people. That is, people who don't work anymore but support the government's effort to raise the age of pension YES THIS WAS A POLITICAL POST FROM THE START MUAHAHAHA no but seriously. OLD PEOPLE WHO AREN'T GONNA BE AFFECTED BY IT ARE THE ONES MOST SUPPORTING IT. what a bunch of assholes.

anyway.

The multiple references to Peter's ulcer make more sense now too! Forgot about that. Poor baby. (Honey you're about to live through the worst two years of your life, and I will be seated. With popcorn. Actually, I have a coke and crackers. Yes, it's not even noon yet. Who cares. I'm a freelancer. My schedule is random.

Robertson's digging into Raleigh makes him a prime target (as usual), so the Disruptor's about to attack him with the Smasher. But wait... Huh?

In the reader's letters, people are praising Gerry Conway and overall issue 113. Which. Yes. He gets the soap opera. He gets it!!!

In issue 118, Robertson tries his best against the Disruptor, and to be fair, his best is a whole lot. Of course, he isn't fit to fight him, but still!

As the final battle, rages on, those messages down there interspede, and it's a genius move. It wasn't present in the original and I've got to say, it's excellent. It gives pacing, foreboding, and foreshadows what's about to happen...

The Disruptor says "he won't run off with his tail between his legs like a jackal" and oh boy, did they know about the upcoming villain of the same name? It's a line present in the original, but I can't help but wonder...

Of course, the Disruptor was actually Raleigh all along (it couldn't be anybody else), which makes his behavior kind of wonky, but oh well.

This set of issues is fine, I love me some intrigue, and we get to see the supporting cast, but it lacked something. As to know what, exactly, I'm not sure.

In the letters, Bill Creighton complains that the supporting cast hasn't had much appearances recently (before the previous batch of issues) and Stan reassures him that Conway, as was already seen, is attached to showing more of them. He also teases a bigger part for Harry soon... and laughs maniacally. Muahaha.

#spider-man #comics #peter parker #read through

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logicalstansadvice · 1 year

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In fact, with FKA it was deeper because RP never took her side, never did anything for her and all the racism she received, she reveals this in one of her songs about them. He left her to the racists. But when a white woman isn't treated well by a man Aka Mil*y and Sh*kira, a lot of women take their side, but when it's a black woman, women pretend not to know what happened. Or they'll find excuses like RP didn't have sm.

Anon 2: I wouldn't wish a relationship with Seb on any WoC, because the fans are unhinged and frankly terrifying.>> I agree, but we have the example of Tom Hiddleston, he is married to a black woman. The white fangirls must be hating it, but he's with a beautiful black woman and has a kid with her, and he doesn't give a shit. If Seb wants to date a woc woman, date, but stand up for her if she needs to. Don't give a shit to the racist fans.

Anon 3: But on the other hand I wouldn't wish a relationship with Seb (or CEvans) on any WoC, because the fans are unhinged and frankly terrifying // While that is true, I refuse to let racist fans influence my wishful thinking. 👍 Also some WoC can handle the heat. Take Lucifer actor Lesley-Ann Brandt, a mixed-race African woman who married a white guy, and also an outspoken LGBT+ supporter. Her clapbacks at her worst trolls were a thing of beauty. They often took their account private after she called out their nonsense. 🤣

Anon 4: Maybe I'm naive, but I think the Post-Alejandra world is looking brighter. 😅 AW is getting very little hate for being a gf of a hot male celeb. The comparatively few weirdos are mostly staying in their own untagged lane, her comment section is still pretty clean. I think that there MIGHT be a chance that enough hateful and obsessive stans left between 2020 and now, to make dating Sebastian easier for whoever (if AW ain't The One) will get lucky in the future (esp when he get's further into his 40s, moves away from the MCU, stays off of insta, etc). Now, obviously AW is a white woman, but I'm still optimistic that a WoC would have a much easier time than before 2020 as well. 🤞

Anon 5: Even an actress of color just playing a damn role isn't safe from these loonies. They'll disparage the character she plays from start to finish AND harass the actress for the crime of touching Seb even if it's scripted. Adepero Oduye who played Sam Wilson's sister in TFATWS went through it, and all Bucky did was flirt with Sarah. // Oh no! I didn't realize that. That's so disappointing. I've been a Sarah/Bucky fan from the beginning. I hate to think of Adepero Oduye going through that.

Anon 6: I can't wait for this man to be married so that he stops being seen as "internet boyfriend". It's so mind-boggling to see all these girls "ooh I want him to date someone like myself because he's my fave internet boyfriend and I would feel so validated if he did that". Oh snort! If that's what makes you feel validated then you've got a serious problem miss.

Ruby Woo -

Anon 2: some of Tom's fans still have issues with Zawe despite her being unproblematic.

Anon 4: I am too old to be this hopeful.

Anon 5: add in the "Bucky just thinks of Steve's mom when he hears Sarah's name, so he couldn't be attracted to her" theories floating around the time FATWS came out 🙄.

Anon 6: some of Benedict's fans think his kids are fake. Some people refuse to accept the truth even when it is as plain as the nose in the face.

#logical stans advice #logicalstansadvice #asks answered

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mulletmitsuya · 2 years

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Og Black Dragons Groupchat

Warnings: swearing, suggestive, mentions of sex, also shinwaka? (so if you don't like that then yeah)

Desc: Shinichiro re-evaluates his "dating" pool

Takeomi: and then we banged

Benkei: great 🙂

Wakasa: you're lying but ok

Takeomi: i'm not

Takeomi: i had sex

Takeomi: i'm very good at sex

Takeomi: she enjoyed it

Benkei: we believe you

Takeomi: nah cause i feel like you don't

Shinchiro: hey besties😁

Takeomi: yo

Takeomi: did you hear about the great sex i had

Wakasa: liar

Takeomi: ok virgin

Wakasa: do i look like a virgin?

Wakasa: i'm the hottest person here

Takeomi: debatable

Takeomi: i could snap you like a twig

Wakasa: ok black lungs having ass

Benkei: hi Shin

Benkei: what's up

Shinichiro: so you guys know how women aren't fond of me?

Wakasa: yes

Takeomi: yes

Benkei: yes

Shinichiro: wow guys

Shinichiro: you could have protested even a little bit

Benkei: but

Benkei: it's the truth

Takeomi: yeah why would we lie to you

Shinichiro: ok fine ig :(

Shinichiro: but i've come to a realisation!

Takeomi: the dumbest shit is about to come out of your mouth i just know it

Wakasa: remember Shin

Wakasa: think before you type

Shinichiro: man! you guys are mean

Shinichiro: but i still love you

Wakasa: ew

Benkei: 👍❤

Takeomi: lol gay

Shinichiro: that brings me to my next point actually!

Shinichiro: i think i'm gonna take a break from women rn

Wakasa: finally. very tired of you crying into my shoulder for hours straight

Wakasa: you're so ugly when you cry

Benkei: to focus on yourself? proud of you bro. you don't need anyone, just yourself💪

Shinichiro: no silly

Shinichiro: i'm think i'm gonna move on to men!

Wakasa: i-

Wakasa: i didn't expect that

Benkei: ...

Benkei: oh

Benkei: OH

Benkei: really?

Takeomi: HUH

Takeomi: THAT'S ILLEGAL

Shinichiro: i'm a gang leader 😕

Shinichiro: i do illegal stuff all the time. I can be gay

Wakasa: this is actually really funny

Wakasa: he gave up on the gender

Wakasa: wow

Wakasa: anyway

Wakasa: are there any dudes you're into?

Shinichiro: hmm

Shinichiro: kinda?

Benkei: we support you all the way Shin 😊

Shinichiro: oh my god

Shinichiro: Benkei are you flirting with me rn

Shinichiro: i mean

Shinichiro: if a relationship is what you want then who am i to say no

Takeomi: dude??

Wakasa: he barely did anything Shinchiro💀

Benkei: uhm

Benkei: well you see

Benkei: that's not exactly what i meant🙁

Shinichiro: haha lol i know that, i was joking haha lol

Wakasa: dude

Wakasa: how are you so pathetic?💀

Wakasa: i mean that in the nicest way possible i swear

Takeomi: you being nice is pushing someone in front of a truck because "ugly people shouldn't exist, i was helping him"

Wakasa: your just mad because it was you lol

Benkei: LETS ALL CALM DOWN

Benkei: STOP FIGHTING

Shinchiro: BRO U SCARED ME WHY DID U SCREAM ALL OF THE SUDDEN

Benkei: to get my message across

Wakasa: Benkei you've become a softie

Benkei: you too

Wakasa: no, i still brutalize people, just without your knowledge

Takeomi: liar

Shinichiro: no one's a wussy i think we're all very brave and very strong people

Takeomi: you are neither of those things

Benkei: stop

Benkei: he's brave

Wakasa: he was literally weeping when we first fought him

Wakasa: we were standing there like 🤨

Shinichiro: there was sand in my eyes i've told you multiple times now :/

Takeomi: no you're just a bitch boy

Wakasa: you talk too much for someone who's that ugly

Benkei: Omi isn't ugly

Benkei: why is your default personality being cruel

Wakasa: it's not being cruel i'm just being real, sorry you guys can't handle me

Takeomi: ok ice princess

Shinichiro: Takeomi isn't ugly guys

Shinchiro: would totally bang

Wakasa: ?

Takeomi: fr???

Takeomi: thanks Shin

Takeomi: that's why you my main homie

Wakasa: *homo

Takeomi: he didn't mean it in a gay way

Benkei: but...

Benkei: nevermind

Wakasa: a man saying he'd bang you isn't gay???

Takeomi: no?

Takeomi: not if it's a homie

Takeomi: right Shin?

Shinichiro: i mean

Shinichiro: i meant in a gay way yeah

Shinichiro: sorry bro

Benkei: there's nothing wrong with it Shin

Takeomi: you want me homosexualy???????

Wakasa: you're both so fucking stupid

Benkei: ok maybe today we should set Shin up on a blind date or something??

Benkei: it's evident he's getting desperate if he would bang Omi

Benkei: no offense

Takeomi: i'm offended😐

Benkei: BUT I SAID NO OFFENSE

Takeomi: IT MEANS NOTHING WHEN YOU LITERALLY SAY SOMETHING OFFENSIVE THOUGH???

Wakasa: setting him up on a blind date is a recipe for disaster

Wakasa: just do what you did with everyone else

Wakasa: why does there need to be a different approach?

Shinichiro: you're right

Wakasa: word

Shinichiro: Wakasa you're very handsome and i want to put your small, muscular body in my arms

Shinichiro: you smell really nice and i like your cynical smile

Shinichiro: and you're really mean but most of the time i enjoy it

Shinichiro: i think i'm in love with you

Shinichiro: will you go out with me?

Benkei: 😧

Wakasa: huh

Wakasa: r u srs..?

Wakasa: ...

Wakasa: i have to go mop the ceiling

Wakasa: uh

Wakasa: yeah

*Wakasa has gone off line*

Takeomi: SHIN IS THAT HOW YOU FLIRT WITH PEOPLE????

Takeomi: LMAO AHAHAHA WHAT DID I JUST READ

Takeomi: THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING

Takeomi: YOU SHOULD BE UTTERLY HUMILIATED

Benkei: Shin, uhm, maybe don't be descriptive about what you wanna do with the person when you ask them out?

Benkei: it's ...😕

Benkei: BUT A FOR EFFORT!!

Shinichiro: i'm unlovable aren't i

Shinichiro: it's fine

Shinichiro: i'm gonba go to tbe psrk abs chiln

Shinichiro: al alone

Takeomi: r your tears blocking your vision💀

Shinichiro: no

Dm between Shin and Waka

Wakasa: you caught me off gaurd

Wakasa: we can go out if you want ig

Shinichiro: is this a prank :/

Wakasa: no

Wakasa: pick me up at 8

Shinichiro: oh

Shinichiro: REALLY????

Shinichiro: OK

Shinichiro: DOES THIS MEAN YOU LOVE ME BACK

Wakasa: don't push it

Shinichiro: :(

Wakasa: bro i like you calm down

Shinchiro: i'll take it!!

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers manga spoilers #tokyo revengers manga #tokyo revengers texts #tokrev #tokyo revengers groupchat #sano shinichiro #imaushi wakasa #arashi keizou #benkei #akashi takeomi #black dragons #i think benkei is a big teddybear #i made shin as cringe as possible sorry 💀

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 years

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🐺 Being Poly with MSBY 🐺

MSBY Black Jackals x Female reader

Warnings: mentions of polyship, I kept it clean 🙌🏻

AN: This is an Anon request!

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YN you Bit-

Nope I'm not going to say it 😊

Seriously the fact that you simply exist is a gift

But the fact that you took four extremely good looking men off the market 😐

Honestly I'm really impressed

Seriously, this was not how you planned this

Honestly, the only ones who seemed even remotely excited about you was Hinata and Bokuto

They are the two most open of the group

And they will always let you know how they feel

Atsumu is more of man who will let you know he likes you by teasing you 😏

While Bokuto and Hinata literally want to take up all your free time, Atsumu will take any time to get a dig in

He will tease you about everything from your height to your hair

But like it's cute teasing

And if anyone else teases you, Atsumu is not having it 😒

"Stop teasing my girl" 👉🏻 Atsumu 😑

You 👉🏻 what did he say 😃

If that isn't weird enough, throw in Sakusa and it's like a whole circus up on here

Sakusa doesn't let many people in

It's actually not until he sees you using sanitizer wipes to wipe down your door handles that he starts to open up

Sakusa definitely has a crush on you but won't make it as blatant as the rest of them

Now, hear me out here ✋️

You have a slight clue Bokuto and Hinata have a crush on you

Atsumu is a bit more hit and miss

Sakusa, well good luck reading thay man 😅

Things come to a head when Atsumu not so casually brings up wanting to ask you out

Bokuto and Hinata's necks literally snap to him

Serious whiplash happening here

"What makes you think she wants to go out with you?" - Hinata

"Yeah I was going to ask her out"- Bokuto

Soon there is squabbling happening between the three

Sakusa will be observing and planning his move

He figures while the other three are arguing, he can just swoop right in

Which he does 😳

He asks you for your number and on a date

Hinata, Bokuto, and Atsumu all see this exchange and we are graced with a generous Sakusa smile 😁

But that doesn't deter the other three, oh no no no

Now it's become a competition

Needless to say YN, you life just got a heck of a lot busier

You end up going on 4 seperate dates with these men

But here's the kicker

You can't pick 😭

So you decide to tell them you can't date any of them

I meam, you don't want to ruin their friendship and team dynamics

Honestly you are so selfless YN 🤗

But these boys are not willing to give you up just like that

Oh no no no

In fact, it's Atsumu who brings up you dating all of them

Sakusa 👉🏻😐😳

Bokuto 👉🏻 🤸‍♂️🙌🏻

Hinata 👉🏻😐😃

You 👉🏻🤨😳🥴💀

Seriously he's off his rocker

Probably from the beatings he took from Osamu 😅

This is how your poly-ship starts

Now it's slow going at first

You hang out with one or all of them

Honestly any combo inbetween

Seriously they are alot of work YN

Bokuto himself is a full time job so add in the other 3 and 😅

Things progress slowly because you are dealing with alot of personalities here

You spend time getting to know each of them

And I definitely think you are going to have to take turns sleeping at each of their places

It's a rotation YN

Each one needs their own special time

But eventually that special time morphes into a special joint time

Like soon Hinata and Bokuto are hanging out with you and Sakusa joins you and Atsumu's date nights

Eventually you can merge them all under on roof 😅

Seriously these boys are rich volleyball stars they have enough money

Please you literally have a full time job being their SO

You still have to divide up personal time

Lile you and Atsumu go on morning runs together

You and Bokuto go to the movies

Sakusa and you cook nightly dinners together

Hinata and you totally do crafts together ✋️

You make it work YN

Seriously you are simultaneously the luckiest and most exhausted person in the whole wide world 🤣

#hq msby #msby headcanons #msby polyship #msby x female reader #msby four #sakusa kiyoomi #miya atsumu #hinata shoyo #bokuto kotaro

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katsukikitten · 3 years

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Part one. Master list for plus one can be found here.

Just a nice fic I decided to write for fun. Please enjoy!

Asshole!

He was nothing but a huge, giant fucking ASSHOLE for the entire two years the two of you were dating and he decides NOW is a good time to break up with you?

Two days before your cousin's wedding and over TEXT MESSAGE?!

That fucking asshole.

He knew how you felt. Exactly how you felt about going alone to your cousin's wedding after your family begged to meet your boyfriend and teased you for "probably making him up." Which hell, he may as well have been made up considering how absent he was in the relationship. Using work as an excuse to come home late but forgetting to turn off his snap location when he showed up at the bar.

So you did what any rational woman in her upper twenties would do.

You drowned your sorrows in booze, tonight red wine as it was the only thing around, and you scrolled through your socials in hopes of distracting yourself from your suffering.

Alas the devil that is Instagram only amplified your sadness and irritation. Showing couple after couple, your friends on hikes kissing on the mountain top, kissing in the flickering light of candles at a fancy dinner or, worst yet, getting proposed to. The video showing her in hysterics screaming, "YES I DO I DO!"

And it feels terrible to feel this way. Especially about your friends, the people you love and want to support, still it stings. You hadn't told anyone about the breakup, you weren't even sure your friends even remembered that asshole's name.

A teardrop lands on your screen, magnifying all the magical lights of the led beneath the glad. You wipe away the tear and with that the feed refreshes. A new post has come in at the top, Res Riot's official account.

Kirishima stands with a fat white cat in his arms. He dwarfs the animal with his large stature that looks larger as he still has his Red Riot gear on. The caption reads something along the lines of "missed my precious baby."

Red wine is a dangerous thing as your body acts on its own. You go to his page to hit the little arrow to DM him. Typing out and backspacing your message as you struggle from the booze, you decide to say fuck it and use the voice memo feature. Before you know it your sniffling voice is playing back to you after you've hit send.

"My ex broke up with me before this stupid wedding. It's in two days and my family is going to roast me big time when I show up alone. They think I made that asshole up. I don't know why I'm even in your dms. Your account is probably run by some dick head who can't even capture your kindness. I guess I'm here cause my first thought seeing you on my timeline was Red Riot has always been my hero…"

Ugh totally fucking cringe.

There is no surprise as you see the three normally ominous dots pop up, probably his social media manager about to ask you to stop your "advances" as Kirishima is too busy to date and he'd hate to block you or some other bullshit.

But there it is a surprise to see a little bubble with the play button and some vertical lines in various heights. It takes your sluggish brain a moment to realize you've been sent a voice memo. Odd. Your thumb smashes the screen faster than you can think and a deep voice rumbles through the speakers of your phone.

"Actually I run my official and personal socials. And I'm sorry to hear about your ex doll. He sounds like a real ass. I'll be your hero, I'll go with you to the wedding."

Your heart stutters, no way, no way in HELL this was Red Riot. You had read about the horror stories before or pervy account managers taking advantage of women who so desperately wanted to talk to their hero.

Hell, it's happened to Dynamight plenty of times.

You swallow quickly but the bile rushes up your throat. Not just from the anxiety of a possible con but from drinking an entire bottle of wine with nothing on your stomach after months of sobriety. Quickly you stumble to the bathroom, abandoning your phone on your bed. You barely make it in time to praise the porcelain Gods before you fall onto your back. Looking up at the light in your cramped bathroom, the orb doubles and spins as you feel the Earth turning on its axis. You curl into your side using your bathmat as a pillow as you drift off into sleep, totally forgetting about the voice memo on your phone.

As you sleep peacefully on your memory foam bath rug, Kirishima settles into his nightly routine. One giant hand grabbing strands of long dark red hair into a towel while another sits snugly around his Adonis belt and the thick, black happy trail that follows up the center of his abs before spreading out onto his chest. He tosses the towel over the open door of the bathroom before sitting in his favorite armchair with phone in hand. Diamond, his beautiful white cat he rescued a few years ago, jumps onto the arm of the chair, purring loudly when Kirishima's free hand scratches her ears absentmindedly.

He chuckles to himself as he realizes exactly what he's done. Acting on a feeling instead of logic all because he heard a "damsel in distress." Starting off his rare vacation with spontaneity starting with an impromptu date with a stranger. He really isn't sure what you look like and it's obvious your handle doesn't have your real name in it, just PrincessPeach with some random numbers at the end. He takes the time to scroll through your profile. Seeing pictures of food, of many sunsets, a friend's dog that guest appears often, your own cat and plenty of strays.

It takes him a while before he sees a photo of you. His heart stutters in his chest as he looks you over. Laughing with a friend, soft lighting from strings over head that blur like little fireflies. Your smile is wide, half hidden by your hands as your eyes seem to smile with you. Sparkling as if they held stars.

For a moment Kirishima forgets how to breathe, it isn't until Diamond jumps down from the armchair does he inhale. He smiles softly to himself before he drops his towel, puts his phone on charge and promptly falls asleep in his bed.

Kirishima rises before the sun even has a chance to filter through his blinds. He sighs softly, getting up to a sitting position disturbing a fluffy white ball that lays beside him.

"Mmrow." Moon stone eyes blink slowly as they look at the mountainous man hogging the bed.

"I didn't mean to wake you sweet baby." He says softly, going to pet the soft white fur only for her to get up stretch and give him her butt before plopping back down.

"I know, mean ol' daddy woke you up too early again." He says softly, his hand falling onto her back before he rises from the bed. Fishing for his running shorts, socks, headphones and shoes. He makes his protein shake, leaning on the counter as he drinks it, looking at how you read, or better yet, listened to his message but still no reply. It was late and there was a small slurring of your words, he figures you've passed out. He just hopes you're okay.

His run goes as usual, up before anyone else unless they were the normal avid runner. Passing by the usual array of people. An old man holding onto his youth by jogging through his daily five mile morning run, Kirishima knows he runs another five in the evening while the sun is setting. He hopes he can embody some of this man's commitment when he is older. Then he passes a middle aged woman, who gives him the biggest smile as she pases, jogging backward to send him a wink before plowing ahead. Occasionally he'll see a running group or a few teens training to be heroes, they always ask if they can run his route. "It's long." He always warns in a kind, warm voice. They assure him they will be fine so far only one other person could handle his 12 mile morning run. A young woman in her second year of hero courses at UA. Since then Kirishima put in a word with his boss and so every time internships roll around she's in the office.

By the time Kirishima is rounding back towards his high rise apartment, the city begins to stir. Slowly waking as men and women in business suits rush towards the train, parents flinging open the doors or curtains fussing at their children who cling to an extra few minutes of sleep before school.

This was always his favorite part of the run, not because it was almost over, oh no it was because he had a chance to glimpse at everyday life. Of nine to fives, of school hours and after school hangs outs at snack bars or the library.

What most would call the mundane but Kirishima would never call it that. It's why he worked so hard to protect it.

Diamond greets his sweaty form at the door. Glaring angrily with her moon stone eyes. Tail swishing before she goes to the kitchen by her bowl. Waiting impatiently.

"I'm not late, sweet cheeks." He coos, and she glares, "I know I know. You're hungry now."

He opens the fridge, gets out the highest quality food there is and places it on her dish, sure to keep it all in the middle or she'll claim her bowl was empty. He added a splash of water too since the weather was starting to get hot.

He sucks down a water or two, demolishes a protein bar and then heads to the apartment gym.

A few hours roll by and without hearing from you yet his worry over your well being begins to cloud the forefront of his mind. He pauses his music, picks up his phone and talks out a voice memo.

A loud DING echoes from your room and around your skull as you rise with a throbbing headache.

"Fuck." You hiss to yourself grabbing at your head as you shakily rise to your feet. Yanking the handle of the faucet to drink from the stream before looking at yourself in the mirror.

"Ugh." You grunt ignoring your swollen face and eyes, yanking the mirror door open to snatch at the bottle of aspirin. Swallowing THREE extra strength pills before slamming the door shut and turning off the faucet. You make your way towards your bedroom, more than ready to sleep the rest of your day away. Grabbing at your phone to charge it you see the push notification of an Instagram message from Red Riot.

The fucking Red Riot.

Internally you scream before it bubbles up your throat and escapes. You fumble to unlock your phone before looking that it's a voice memo.

Mortified you realize you sent one too. And first at that.

"Fuck MEEE!" You plop onto the bed. Nervous this second voice memo is probably about how you're a weirdo or something as you relive the memory of asking him to be your plus one.

Hesitantly your thumb hovers over the play button before you find the strength to press the cool glass. A soft thunderous voice plays out.

"Good morning sleepy head. I haven't heard from you yet, I hope you're okay. Be sure to drink some water and eat something greasy. Trust me, late nights with Denki and Bakugou taught me something. Since the wedding is tomorrow I'll need a picture of your dress for the color and style so I can match you Sweet pea. Contact me soon so I can know where to pick you up."

Did he… did he just call you SWEET PEA? Your heart pounds in your chest before it registers he's asked for your dress color and lowkey asked for your address. This couldn't be real. It sounded like Kirishima, his voice familiar from interviews you've watched but it very well could be a prank. Defeated you hit the small microphone and reply.

Kirishima hears a sharp DING in his headphones over his music as he finishes his set. He wipes the sweat from his face on his shirt giving the few people in the gym a lovely view of his sweaty and thick torso. One woman trips on the treadmill but it goes unnoticed by Kirishima. He pauses his music and hits play on the little memo. Your beautiful yet groggy voice comes in through his ear buds causing Kirishima to bite his lip. It causes such a flutter of butterflies in his stomach he has to listen a second time to actually hear what you said. Although he understand, he cannot help but feel hurt by your reply.

"How do I know you're not just some pervy guy using Kirishima's Godly looks to prey on unsuspecting people."

Your phone chirps at you from the bed stand and you growl reaching for it. You had hoped your message would have been clear. An unspoken of you know they're a fucking creep taking advantage of their PR job.

"What can I do to prove it to you, Sweet Pea?"

You hate how that cute nickname sends your heart into a somersault and your stomach in delightful knots. Still your doubt pulls a harsh tut from your lips before you reply.

Kirishima doesn't need his phone to alert him that you've messaged him, he's been looking at his screen for far to long without having to restart his set. He listens to your voice as if it were music.

"Fine, you wanna prove it to me so bad. Take a picture of yourself shirtless with the word 'Sweet pea' you love so much and send it to me. No photoshop I know what my favorite hero looks like!"

For over an hour you don't hear back and you figure you showed that perv.

But now you can't sleep so you nurse a water, door dash a "greasy" breakfast all before cranking your shower as high as it can go. Your phone dings and you try to ignore it. You really do but as the saying goes curiosity killed the cat. Opening the message you see a classic guy mirror selfie. Kirishima is clear as day in the photo, his large hand pointing to his bare, hairy chest where sweat pea is scrawled in his adorable handwriting. He winks at the camera as his kissable lips wear a dangerous, almost cocky eyes travel down his bulk following his happy trail that dives under a pair of black shorts, the best part of the view getting cut off by the vanity. At first you try to rationalize that this was fake but damning evidence was sitting on the vanity. A fluffy white cat in a diamond and ruby encrusted collar sits on the counter giving her owner an odd look.

His cat Diamond that everyone knows he loves and adores. Slick begins to collect between your thighs and especially so after you listen to the voice memo that comes through shortly after. His normally friendly and soft voice comes out a bit dark, husky as he says in a playfully annoyed tone.

"Now send me a picture of that dress, Sweet Pea."

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poguesarerogues · 2 years

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Unbearable Pain

Warnings: abuse. Some descriptions in this imagine may be triggering to some people so please be advised that if you can't handle reading about fights and injuries than DO NOT read this.

characters: JJ Maybank x Luke Maybank, slight mentions of pogue friends

word count: 1,161

Synopsis: JJ and his father are fighting again, but this time it seems as though his father has the upper hand.

A/N: I postponed uploading this because I'm not sure how well received it will be. This imagine is extremely bleak with only a small reprieve at the end.

This is based before JJ's father leaves OBX.

DO NOT come @ me for this post if you read it without considering the warnings mentioned above. There is also a "keep reading" link inacted for this post for extra measure so, all the more reason that you have no reason to come after me if you end up reading this and don't like what was posted.

you are responsible for your own content consumption.

The pain was unbearable, the force from constantly being knocked down, kicked, punched, slapped, being spit on, being dragged up by the hair until he was standing again only to be knocked down again, it was all so excruciatingly unbearable. JJ knew that his father was desperate for money but he’d refused time and again to give any to him. Why should he? JJ had things of his own to pay for- like his restitution- although, admittedly, even he’d rather spend the money one other things rather than giving money to the police department to make up for sinking for rich kook prick’s boat. The money he has is his and he won’t let some drunken alcoholic asshole take it unless they do so by knocking him unconscious after beating him to a bloody pulp.

JJ, despite the suffering, knows that he can pull through whatever his father does to him because he has faced this before, he has had to deal with it for his entire life. He has been beaten by the money hungry oppressor before, he has had his shit stolen by him before. JJ has gone through so much shit because of his abusive father but, no matter what has happened, the suffering boy is fully aware that HE is the one who has come out triumphant in the end because everything turns out alright for him in some way, especially considering that his friends are always there to run to when things get rough. He can admit without any doubt that he is one lucky man, his friends wouldn’t dare to even consider turning their backs to him because they all truly loved him and that’s what keeps JJ strong during trying times, trying times like the one he’s in now.

With each blow that he receives to his body, he can feel more blood rush from his nostrils and get caught up in his throat, he can already feel the bruises beginning to form on his ribs, his stomach, his arms and his face. He wants the pain to stop but he knows that it won’t happen anytime soon. His body is weak but he keeps his spirit strong by thinking of the support and love that he receives from John B, Kie, Pope and Sarah. JJ’s acknowledgement that his father could never experience the same from any of his colleagues or even his own family only further fuels his power to put up with whatever berating or beating the other man could dish out to him. His father may be strong enough to try and beat him unconscious but, in the end, he’s truly the weakest of the pair, he’ll only have people by his side who stay there due to fear of him, not from loyalty or love. Love and loyalty from others is what makes a person truly strong and JJ has both of those things, his father has neither.

As another grunt of pain escapes from his throat, he feels another kick to his stomach. He twists as much as his heavily beaten, heavily sore body will allow him. He attempts to curl up into a fetal position to give himself some form of protection but he can hardly muster enough strength to barely bend his knees. His eyes are splattered with sparks of black dots with each kick he encounters, the sight of his own blood mixing with the rising puddles of water on the ground from the pouring rain of the ongoing storm only serving to aid in his bodies’ desire to puke up every little bit of food he has remaining in his tough stomach.

The pain is unbearable, the pain is so unbelievably unbearable!

JJ can no longer hold in his tears, he screams in pain as his father ceases kicking him in return for pulling his head back by his hair as he turns him onto his back, straddling him, and begins repeatedly punching his face. He can feel the force of his head hitting the cement with each blow, he knows that a nasty bump will soon begin to grow, one that may not go away for weeks or even months. He can’t lift his arms to block his face or attempt to stop the attacks, the fight has gone on for so long and, somehow, his father isn’t as drunk as he usually is and seems to have more energy and strength than usual. JJ has been beaten to the point that he can’t move at all, he can only wait for unconsciousness to hit him or for the beatings to cease.

More blood clogs his throat and nostrils, making it hard for him to breathe. As another blow forces his head to hit the hard floor. He begins to choke.

As he chokes on more blood, the pounding doesn’t seem to cease, in fact it only becomes worse. It’s as if his father is fueled by more than hatred and disgust but what more could possibly drive him to be so ruthless as he is?

JJ doesn’t know.

JJ can’t fathom the answers to his own question.

JJ doesn’t care.

One final blow is received before JJ can’t feel anything any longer. His body has gone numb as he feels the slow approach of unconsciousness. He can hardly register what’s happening now, he doesn’t even realize the lack of weight above him from the man that was once straddling him. As his head slowly shakes from side to side, JJ is unaware of other people’s presence, he’s unaware that his attacker has been dragged off of him and is now receiving similar treatment as that of which he had been giving his own son.

JJ is unable to register the sounds of John B and Pope laying their fists into his father’s body. The poor boy is also unable to register the feeling of his head being lifted up and supported by someone’s arms. He can’t register the panicked voice of someone telling him to stay awake, he can’t hear the shrill pleas from the two people beside him telling him to say something and keep his eyes open but what he can register is the sight of two familiar faces popping into his view as they hover over him. Two angelic faces that JJ has come to love unconditionally and has come to desire seeing by his side at every waking moment.

He is unable to register that he has begun to smile as he looks up to the person he loves the most who holds him in his arms as he drifts into darkness while the other face is Sarah's, the loved one belonging to his best friend.

As JJ closes his eyes and goes limp in the other’s arms, the last thing his mind remembers is the sight of two of his friends being with him while the other two protect him, getting back small forms of sweet sweet vengeance.

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bruhstories · 3 years

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switch

summary: you and yuji have been together for three years now, but on your anniversary night, you allow your own demons to come to the surface. pairing: ryomen sukuna x female!reader (itadori yuji x female!reader, too, i guess?) | aged up characters word count: 3.5k warning & content: cheating?? (is it cheating if it's technically the same body?), unprotected sex, creampie, slight dacryphillia, vaginal fingering, blackmail, reader is kind of an asshole? (can you blame her tho, sukuna is such a daddy ugh), bit of overstimulation, slight dumbification (if you squint)

a/n: i'm back, and i can tell my writing skill is getting rusty. i took a break and it's obvious with this fic, but i need to get my head back in the game. it is what it is.

Yuji was a great boyfriend. In all honesty, he was every woman and man's dream — funny, charming, attentive and, most importantly, caring. He cared about you so much that he always made sure to control his own personal demon. You knew about Sukuna, Yuji told you after a few dates, and you were well versed in Jujutsu Sorcery, enough to know that he was not someone you could mess with. But you didn't want to give up on Yuji, and stuck with him through thick and thin. After almost three years of the beautiful and fun relationship you two had, he asked you to move in with him since you were both adults now, and you gladly accepted, because after so much time, you came to love him, despite seeing Sukuna's outbursts during fights. That thing, that monster, was beyond terrifying, but you trusted Yuji with all your heart, and that was all that mattered.

Or maybe you were unhinged, maybe you wanted Sukuna to come to the surface. Maybe, deep down in your heart, you fell in love with the switch, with the raging, brutal frenzies that you happened to witness on the rare occasions when Yuji couldn’t control the King of Curses. Maybe you weren’t meant to be a Jujutsu Sorcerer, because, as opposed to your optimistic and good-natured boyfriend, you never hesitate to kill – human or curse. Sometimes it felt as if your curiosity surpassed your love for Yuji, and that was a horrendous thought. Surely, that can’t be the real you, right?

Today is your three-year anniversary, and naturally, you want to surprise your boyfriend, so when you come home from a mission, you stop by his favourite ramen restaurant, picking up something to eat, maybe even some dessert. You tiptoe inside when you notice Yuji napping on the couch, and after silently setting up the table, careful not to wake him up, you quickly change into something... nicer. Yuji doesn't really enjoy it when you show some skin, which sucks because you want him to show you off. Nevertheless, you respect him, but tonight is special, surely it wouldn't hurt if you wear a shorter skirt. And a low-cut blouse. And heels. Fuck it, you think, adding a pair of thigh high socks as well, maybe that would rile him up. As much as you loved him, Yuji was too gentle. You liked that about him, truly, but sometimes you just need him to give you a good fuck, which was impossible, no matter how much you begged him to do it. You watch your reflection in the mirror from head to toe, proud of your skimpy outfit, but you can't help but wonder if he might be upset at your choice of attire. Even if he prefers it when you're dressed in pastels, that's not you, the real you. "You look good enough to eat." Yuji's voice breaks your trance and you turn on your heels to look at him. He stands in the doorway of the bedroom, arms folded across his chest, but there's a strange aura around him, and you can't exactly see his face through the dim lights. "You like it?" Your ears perk up, happy that he's not bothered by the clothes. "I do. You should dress like that more often." He sneers, stepping closer to you. "Alright, what kind of prank are you pulling now, Yuji? You never liked these kinds of clothes." You lower your head, your luscious lips turning into a pout. His calloused fingertips grip your chin, turning your head to face the mirror, and that's when you see the black markings on his face. Fear paralyses your entire body, eyes widening in panic and anxiety. "He might not like them, but I do." His voice is lower than Yuji's, calm yet obscenely dangerous. "I- you-" The words get caught in your throat, and you can't take your eyes off of his reflection. You know for a fact there's absolutely nothing you can do to defend yourself from Sukuna without hurting Yuji, and that thought makes you feel incredibly small and downright pathetic. "Little lamb, do you have any idea how hard it's been for me to watch this ungrateful brat take you for granted?" His hand is still leaving imprints on your chin and cheek, the other travelling down your back. "To watch you lose yourself for him, of all people?" "You don't know me!" Lips open without a thought, and you regret every syllable that came out of your mouth. "Oh, but I do." Yuji, no, Sukuna sneers, that same hand that was once on your back is now on your abdomen, painstakingly slowly creeping under your blouse. "Everything he sees, I see. Everything he smells, I smell. What he hears, I hear. But I just couldn't touch what's mine. Until now." You feel him pinching your nipple, and you're ashamed to admit how good his skin feels against yours, his hot breath fanning over your nape. "'M not yours." You grit your teeth, manicured fingernails digging into the plush of your thighs to keep your composure. "There's one thing I can smell that he can't. Wanna know what that is, sweet dove?" He whispers in your ear, and it's dotting your skin with goosebumps. "Enlighten me." "Your arousal." "You're bluffing." Is all you manage to say before Sukuna spins you around, pinning you against the mirror. "Let's see, shall we? I bet you're dripping," he shoves one of your legs to the side with his knee, and you don't stop him, "I bet you you've fantasised about this, late at night, when this brat can't please you. He's well endowed, though, it's a shame he can't use his dick." "S-stop it, please. I love him." "Pardon me if I doubt that." "Please, sir..." Sir? How should you call him? Demon? Cursed spirit? Monster? "How about master?" Sukuna barks back, as if reading your mind sarcasm dripping

down his tongue. You can't stifle a moan when his teeth sink in the crook of your neck, and you know damn well that you want this, and that every word he uttered so far was correct. You have thought about Yuji switching with Sukuna, wondered how he would fuck you, make you chant his name, but you never told your boyfriend, you couldn't. It's sinful, disgraceful and disgusting. Instinctively, you grind up his thigh, tears of shame and lust pooling at your eyes when you slowly give in to the temptation. He's already bruised your skin, one hand toying with your tits, the other lifting your skirt up. It's too late to fight him, because you never wanted to fight him in the first place. You deepest, darkest wish is finally coming to life. "That's better." Sukuna licks his lips, and your half-lidded, glossy eyes land on his tongue. "Please, m-may I kiss you?" Eyes dart away, cheeks burning with desire and embarrassment. "How polite of you to ask." He coos at you mockingly, his face inching closer to yours before absolutely crushing your lips under his. You don't hesitate to partly open your mouth, allowing his tongue to slip between your lips. Fuck, he kisses you so good that your knees give in, and all you can think is that if he's such a good kisser, he's definitely going to fuck you dumb. And you want that more than anything. When he pulls away, you lick your lips, still tasting him on your tongue, and he tastes so much better than Yuji — sweet and addictive. "I really wanted to take my time with you, after all, I waited three long years for this. But you're such an eager little slut, aren't you?" "I'm n-not a slut-" You try to protest, but you can't fool him, especially not when he's pushing your panties to the side, fingers grazing over your slit. "You are a slut. You merely buried that side of you for a pathetic little boy who can't handle a real woman." Sukuna's index finger gently brushes against your clit, enough to have you weak and needy. "Don't worry, Y/N, you don't have to hide from me. You can show me what you really want." It hurts to know that Yuji probably sees and hears everything, that he will probably break up with you after this, but you're too far gone to care about his feelings when finally someone is paying attention to yours. Your hand travels up his thigh, palming his already hard cock, and the way he groans, throwing his head back is satisfying enough for you. It hurts to think that Yuji never appreciates this side of you, and it's more painful when you consider this to be cheating — it's still his body, technically, but it's not your loving boyfriend, and you're perfectly fine with that. He slips a finger between your folds, a quiet moan escaping your lips, and Sukuna knows you won't dare say no to him, or try to reason with him. He adds another finger, but he absolutely does not move them an inch, instead you automatically fuck yourself on his hand, gripping one of his shoulders for support. "That's a good whore." Sukuna praises you, tongue lapping at your collarbone, making you delirious with lust. "You want my cock? Want me to fuck your aching cunt?" It's impossible to refuse his proposition, instead you buck your hips, your fingers gripping his t-shirt and you know you might tear it if you keep this up. "Yes..." You answer him, voice soft and quiet. "Yes what?" "P-please... Yes, please!" "Much better. Get on the bed." Sukuna commands and you obey, skirt dangerously hiked up. You proceed to take it off, but he slaps your hands away, too impatient for such formalities. He did wait a long time for this, you understand that, and so you lay on your back, blouse unbuttoned, panties on the floor and legs wide open for him to take you. Oh, and he adores this sight, how you willingly give yourself to him, your dainty fingers spreading your juices around your cunt, eager to be filled. In those three years of being with Yuji, you got used to his cock, but seeing it now seems like it's the first time. Precum leaks from the blushing tip and your mouth begins to water just by looking at him, and

this pleases Sukuna greatly. "Tell me what you want." He climbs on top of you, hands resting next to you as your fingernails graze over his chest. "I don't wanna say it..." You avert your gaze, a crumb of dignity left in you because you know Yuji hears everything. "Oh, you don't?" He quirks a brow, brown irises bearing a hint of red. "Then you won't mind me killing the brat." This garners your attention, and you feel stupid because of course he would blackmail you. Do you care? No. Do you want Yuji to think you care? Yes. "Please don't hurt him." You look back at Sukuna, tears pricking your eyes. "Why shouldn't I? We both know he doesn't deserve you." "You're wrong, I love-" "This isn't about you loving him, it's about you renouncing your true nature." His hand finds its way on your neck, fingers wrapping around it. "How many times have you begged him to choke you and he refused? How many times did you ask him to fuck you harder and he said no? You're a filthy slut, Y/N, and it's time you got what you deserve." The lack of air has your pussy clenching around nothing, and you hate him so much for being right. Yuji could never give you what you want, but Sukuna can, and it's an opportunity you can't pass. "Now, I'll say this one last time — tell me what you want." He releases the grip on your neck. "Y-you! I want you to fuck me, please, fuck me good, make me yours!" The tears that roll down your cheeks ruin your makeup, mascara mixed with eyeshadow smeared under your eyes. The tip of his cock pushes past your folds, and inch by inch he bottoms out. It feels bigger than before, stretching you open in a beautiful blend of pain and pleasure, your lips forming an O as your eyes roll back. "He doesn't deserve your tears. But I do. Cry for me." Sukuna sneers, his broad frame hovering above you and you feel so small and vulnerable. Yet again you obey, allowing more salty droplets to run down your face as you wrap your legs around his waist, feeling him go deeper. "Fuck, 's big! Oh, god-" Sukuna's palm meets your cheek, a sharp, stinging pain bringing your eyes on him. "Focus, whore. Not god, not the brat, me." He grunts, hips rocking back and forth harder and faster. "Who do you belong to?" You don't want to say it, what would Yuji think of you? He's probably already disgusted, contemplating breaking up with you once he regains control of his body. Another slap pulls you out of your thoughts and you buck your hips against his. "Answer me." "I b-belong to you! You!" "That's right, you're mine. Don't worry your pretty head, little lamb, Yuji won't be coming back any time soon." He grunts with every thrust, and his reassurance is somewhat comforting, because, god, he fucks you so good, you would kill for another opportunity like this. His teeth sink into your shoulder, fingers bruising your skin and you're delighted that he's marking you. All that matters is that you're his, chanting his name over and over again, praying to your new god, and Sukuna is beyond pleased with his work of art. When he pulls out of you, you almost cry, because it feels like a part of you is missing, but he's a merciful god, he won't let his newly devoted subject famished. Flipping you over as if you're made of feathers, he thrusts back into your aching cunt, and you yelp at the feeling of being overpowered by him. Sukuna's stamina is off the charts, because while your legs begin to feel numb, he's fucking into you with such force and intensity that the damn bed slides on the floor. It's raw, the way he's defiling your cunt, and it's sending your brain into overdrive. Your spongy walls clench around his cock, and while he doesn't say anything, the simple fact that he's going deeper and harder makes you feel special. Squirming and thrashing under him, you're desperate for some form of validation, and so you lift your ass up, pushing it back against his hips with a delightful moan escaping your lips. Sukuna takes notice of your sudden change of posture, and the way you curve your spine to try and get a look at him is adorable. "You want something,

pet?" He barely spares you a glance, and his indifference makes your pussy flutter. Your incoherent sentence almost makes him laugh, words such as good and please distinguishable between the other stutters. "Use your fucking words." A slap over your firm ass makes you yelp and jolt up. "A-am I good enough f-for you?" The question takes him by surprise, but he doesn't stop to think. Instead, he digs his sharp talons into the plush of your hips, overjoyed by your eagerness to please him. "You could do better." Sukuna teases you, but you take it personally, sadness and determination coiling inside of your heart. By this point, you don't even remember your boyfriend's name, too high on pleasure to even care. "'M sorry! P-please, I wanna be good!" You throw your head back and he wraps an arm around your neck, pressing his chest against your back. "If you wanna make me happy, you best forget about Itadori." "W-who?" "Your– never mind." Sharp canines flashed in his smirk, Sukuna tilts your head enough for you to catch a glimpse of his eyes. They're dark and vicious, and any sane person would be repulsed by them, but not you. No, you drown in them, completely absorbed by the hatred hiding behind them. The more you stare into his orbs, the closer you are to your climax. And he knows it. "Fuck fuck fuck!" "That's right, little lamb, let go of all that is moral and human." "Don't stop- oh, god, please don't s-stop!" In your frenzy, in his frantic pace, Sukuna's close, too. It would have taken any other woman hours to please him due to his insatiable nature, but you — your cunt clenching around his cock for dear life milks him dry, and inch by inch he pulls out, watching the hot liquid dripping down your trembling thighs. Art, he thinks, this is what art is — your face buried in the pillows, ass up, and his seed spilling out of your sore cunt. You come down from your haze, slowly but surely, and the realisation of what just happened begins to hit you. You want to regret everything, to feel a shred of shame, but there isn't any left. After this night, Sukuna irrevocably owns you, and you wouldn't have it any other way. He lays on the bed, lazily watching you stumble in the bathroom to clean yourself up, but with his guard up in case you want to try anything stupid. Yet when you don't come back, Sukuna wonders if you ran away out the window, which makes him laugh to himself because he could find you anywhere if he wanted to. So, he drags his feet across the room, finding you on the edge of the bathtub, watching the water pool inside with a blank stare. When you feel his presence, you get up and tug at the hem of his shirt. The man flinches, until he remembers that you are harmless and exhausted, and you don't look like you even want to put up a fight, so he allows you to take his shirt off. "Is this for me?" He points at the tub, brow quirked and a mischievous smile on his lips. "Yes." "Are you gonna clean me up?" "Yes." You sigh, wondering if you truly ever loved Yuji, wondering why you didn't even try to fight for him. "Do you want your boyfriend back?" Oh, how you dreaded this question. You cringe at the words, and don't reply. Silence is also an answer, but he's cruel. "I need to hear it." "He will also hear it." Of course he will, that's the whole point of humiliation. Sukuna steps in the tub, dipping himself in the hot water, a hand extended towards you. "Join me." You hesitate to take his hand, lips pursed and eyes narrowed at the man who looks so serene that it amazes you how brutal he was before. "I won't ask again." Complying, and not wanting to anger him, you don't waste another moment to get in the tub, back against his chest. "Can I ask you a question?" "You just did, sweet dove." "Fine, I’ll shut up." "Now, now, don't give me that attitude, or else I'll have to put you in your place. And you won't like it." His nails are pressed onto your jugular, and you know those things can cut, your hips are still bleeding. "Ask away." He lets his hands fall on your shoulders and you exhale the breath that was caught in your

throat. "Why didn't you kill me? Why don't you kill me?" "I need a pet." "Oh." Your disappointment makes Sukuna burst into laughter. What did you expect? A confession of love? "Oh?" He mocks you, tracing circles on your skin with his talons. "Don't worry, I take good care of my pets. Especially if they're loyal and obedient." His hands travel down your body, one pulling your knee to the side, the other moving up your thigh. "You are loyal and obedient, yes?" "Please, no more-" The rest of the sentence dies before you can utter it when his fingers ghost over your swollen clit. "Answer me, Y/N." "I can't come again!" "You can, and you will, because I want you to. Now answer the fucking question." Sukuna toys with you, only pushing his index finger one knuckle deep between your folds before pulling it out, and somehow you can't feel the sharpness of his nails. "Will you serve and obey me, not once questioning my authority?" He pushes the finger back in, curling it upwards and you don't fail to clench your walls once more. "Oh, f-fuck, I will, I will! But please, I can't–" When he rubs your clit, you are done for. You didn't think you could reach another climax, but those circles he's rubbing with enough pressure to both give you pleasure and pain have you melting in his arms. "Swear it, then. Make a pact with me. I can give you anything in return, maybe even the brat." "I s-swear it, S-Sukuna! I swear my loyalty to you!" You hiss between your gritted teeth, hips rolling in synchronicity with his hand. "And in return, what do you want?" "I want you! Oh, god, I only want you!" "Clever girl." The man decides to give you what you want, and with a quickened pace, you squeeze your thighs together, coming undone on his fingers. "I'm going to enjoy your company." Embracing your true nature is your salvation, and damnation. Your boyfriend is never coming back, Sukuna simply won't allow it, and from this moment on, your memories of Yuji begin to fade away, like a bad dream, because you simply must serve your beloved master, your merciful and devastatingly powerful god. That's who you really are.

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Misery Business pt. I

Imagine moving in with the Molina's after an incident back home. Instead of being angry, you realize this is your second chance to be truly happy and you really hope it goes better than your first attempt.

Words: 6.1K Author's Note: I'm a sucker for three idiot ghost boys which is why I'm back, only in this imagine everyone is alive. Yes that includes Rose Molina as well :) Soulmate!AU too so have fun with that. FYI, Y/N will be "musically talented" but since I can't write music to save my life then "Y/N's music" will come from a little band that goes by the name of Paramore and by James Arthur.

Julie and three of her best guy friends are in the family studio outside, writing and jamming and just having the time of their life. Alex, Reggie, and Luke are about two years older than Julie, but the boys overlooked the teeny tiny age gap because her killer voice was exactly what their band was missing. The entire high school knew exactly who the boys of Sunset Curve were so they were all surprised when they took sophomore Julie Molina under their wing and rebranded their band.

Julie's family was very supportive of her music, especially her mother Rose, and she let Julie and the boys use her studio whenever they wanted so long as they all kept up their grades. They're usually left alone when Julie and Luke are in writing mode, so it's a bit of a surprise to see Ray and Rose entering the studio.

Alex is the first to notice them, nudging Reggie and gesturing to Mr. and Mrs. Molina, and then Reggie tosses a pillow at Luke's head to get his attention. Luke's rather rude remark is on the tip of his tongue, but his eyes widen upon seeing Julie's parents.

"Jules. Julie!" He hisses. "Your mom and dad are here."

"Hmm. What?" Julie finally looks away from her journal, her eyes widening before a beaming smile breaks out. "Mami! Papi. What brings you two here?"

"Hey mija," Ray says. "Can we talk real quick?"

"Of course!"

She glances at the boys and they're quick to start packing up, but Ray gestures for them to stay put. "It's okay, boys. You can stay for this."

Rose smiles. "After all, you are family too."

Every time Rose or Ray mention that the boys are family, they can't help but smile goofily. None of the boys have the type of relationship with their parents that Julie has with hers, so they're all grateful the Molina's accept them as if they were a Molina as well. Julie smiles as the boys, who are all practically older brothers to her, gather around her and Luke to hear what's going on.

On his way further into the studio, Ray grabs a chair for Rose and she takes a seat while Ray stands behind her, gripping the back of her chair. "Okay," he exhales a little roughly, "so you know the drama your cousin went through a few months ago?"

Julie frowns. "Yeah."

"Well it seems Y/N isn't doing so well," Rose says. "Your tía thinks a change of location is what's best for her."

"Y/N wants to move here?"

"Well not exactly," Ray says. "Y/N doesn't know. If we agree to take her in, then Y/N will be told of her relocation."

Julie nods, looking thoughtful. "Okay."

"Okay?" Ray muses. "What does okay mean?"

"Well I'm assuming you're only telling me because you never make a big decision without seeing what me and Carlos think," Julie says and then smiles brightly. "I love Y/N. Carlos loves Y/N, so I know he already voted yes."

Rose chuckles. "He did. I believe his words were I will throw down for Y/N any day of the week. Bring her home."

Julie snorts. "Of course he did." Then after glancing between her mom and dad, she nods with a gentler smile. "Whatever she needs. I'll even decorate the guest bedroom for her."

"That's nice, mija." Ray then looks over the boys, eyes settling on Reggie. "No flirting."

"I- what?"

"No flirting!"

Luke and Alex snort as Reggie gasps in mock outrage, but everyone knows Reggie is the one to flirt first and ask questions later. Ray and Rose laugh as they ready to leave the studio, Rose walking over to kiss her daughter on the temple before disappearing after her husband.

As soon as the teenagers are left alone, the boys whirl on Julie.

"So who's Y/N?" Alex asks, smiling innocently.

"And what was the drama a few months ago?" Luke wonders.

Julie glances between all three boys before sighing. "I'm only telling you this because it's highly likely she'll be coming soon." She has their full attention. "Y/N is my older cousin. Last year she met her soulmate."

"Aww," Alex coos.

"Or so we thought."

His smile immediately falls. "Oh."

Julie cringes. "Yeah. Apparently some new transfer student at her school liked my cousin so much that he decided he wanted to be her one and only. Really creepy dude," she says. "So somehow he figured out what her words were and made sure those were the first words he spoke to her." Their eyes widen. "When she spoke to him in return, he memorized the words and had them tattooed on. Then he refused to let her see the words, under the guise that they were in a private spot she couldn't see until they got to know each other better, until they healed."

"What the hell," Luke breathes. "That such a-"

"Dick move," Reggie mutters.

Alex nods in agreement. "Yeah. What they said."

Julie smiles sadly at her friends. "She was with him for a year before he met his real soulmate and then he tried to juggle them both. Y/N was really torn up about it."

"Who wouldn't be?" Alex says. "That is so messed up."

"It is. But if there's one thing I know about my cousin it's that she doesn't want people to tiptoe around her." Julie grins then. "So be yourselves like you are with me, just don't flirt with her."

Alex stares down his two guy best friends until they huff and nod in agreement. "I think they can handle that."

Stepping out of the Uber in front of your tío's house, you're grateful you stopped being annoyed with your mom for making you move long enough to accept the money she transferred into your bank account. The ride from the airport to the Molina household wasn't exactly a cheap one and you regretted not letting your family pick you up when you saw what you owed.

But now you're here, one duffel bag hanging from your shoulder and a medium-sized suitcase sitting by your feet. You only have a moment to take it all in before the front door is opening, and your tío and tía are exiting the house to greet you.

"You're here!" Rose smiles and is quick to pull you into a hug. "How was your flight?"

"Decent. Just a little turbulence. I might have barfed. Twice."

Rose and Ray laugh, and then Ray's tugging you into a hug of his own. "We're so glad to have you, mija. Julie and her friends have just about finished with your room. They're really excited to have you here."

"And I'm excited to be here." Pulling out of the hug, you're met with two identical expressions that practically say Are you really?. "Well now I am." All three of you chuckle. "I was a little upset at the short notice, but I'm totally over it. I am a little tired though, so yeah."

"Oh. Of course. Just head on up, mija. You know where the guest bedroom is," Rose says. "Ray and I need to go get some groceries for tonight. Does arroz con pollo sound good?"

You groan quietly. "It sounds fantastic. My mom could never quite make it like you do."

Ray laughs. "Well my sister is not the cook she claims to be. Now go on. Rest up and we'll see you for dinner."

As Ray and Rose take their leave, you grab your suitcase and drag it inside behind you. You can hear laughter coming from upstairs so that's where you head towards, and you're not surprised to see Julie, Flynn, and who appears to be Julie's bandmate Alex tacking up some fairy lights and draping them across your headboard. The bedroom, which was usually bare except for the bed and dresser, has many of your personal things scattered about that had been shipped a little over a week ago now. However the sheer black curtains, the maroon comforter bed set, and the lights they're hanging up are all new.

"A-hem." You clear your throat, smiling when all three teens freeze and turn towards you. "Are you guys seriously having fun without me?" The blonde boy grins as the two girls squeal, you dropping your duffel bag next to your suitcase just as Julie and Flynn launch themselves at you. Your arms are spread wide as they wrap themselves around you and you bring your own arms down around their shoulders to squeeze them in return. "Did you girls miss me?"

"Uh duh!" Flynn is the first to retort.

Julie pulls back just enough to look you in the face. "We're going to have so much fun."

"So much." You can't help but chuckle, your attention then sliding to the quiet blonde. "Alex, right?"

He smiles. "Yeah. Hi. It's nice to meet you."

"You too, man. I keep up with the band on Youtube and can I just say that you absolutely kill it on the drums? I mean holy shit. You're awesome!"

Alex blushes as Julie points at him. "See! Own your awesomeness. My cousin thinks you're cool, therefore you are cool."

Both girls finally release you, Flynn stumbling back to sit on the edge of what is now your bed. Julie stays right where she's at, arm wrapped around your waist as you both stare at her bandmate. You nod and smile at him. "You really are. We definitely need to jam some time."

Alex seems to perk up then. "Y-You're into music too?"

Flynn snorts. "The Molina's are all freakishly talented. I'm almost jealous."

You roll your eyes fondly at Flynn. "Shush. You're talented in other areas." Then looking at Alex, you grin. "I sing and write. Not as amazing as Julie, of course, but I can hold my own. I like to perform-"

"Just not in front of an audience," Julie muses.

"-and just let go. The rush of it all feels good." You turn to pout at your cousin. "And yeah, not in front of an audience of strangers." You stare at Alex once more. "Friends and family is fine, just not like a legit stage. I'll projectile vomit like that one girl in Pitch Perfect." All three teens snort, that movie having been popular with all of them.

Alex then grins. "We'll definitely have to jam then once you're settled in."

A brief moment of silence descends upon the room, but Flynn is not having it. She claps her hands once, garnering everyone's attention. "So before we get comfortable, lets address the elephant in the room." You groan as she smiles broadly. "How are you holding up?"

"I'm fine, guys."

"Really? Your sudden move states otherwise."

"Flynn!" Julie scolds. Alex seems to freeze, his gaze darting between you and Flynn.

Flynn grimaces as she seems to think she's crossed a line, but you merely roll your eyes. "What exactly did my mom tell your dad?" You turn to ask Julie.

"Um," she gulps and fidgets in place. "I was just told that you weren't doing so good after everything that happened."

You snort. "Seriously?" Julie nods and you chuckle, shaking your head. "Guys, I'm fine. Honestly! I got over the heartbreak like a week after it happened and then I was just pissed off. But my friends helped me realize some things and I'm good now."

"But then why did your mom say you weren't?" Julie wonders.

"I love my mom, but she's a moron," you say. You drag Julie over to your bed, kicking off your shoes along the way and crawl to sit against the headboard. Julie does the same and you gesture for Alex to join Flynn at the foot of your bed. He does, smiling to be included. Once everyone's settled, you say, "So Jerry, who was the guy pretending to be my soulmate," you explain for Flynn and Alex, "has been trying to get in contact with me ever since I blocked him on everything I could. A couple weeks ago while I was out partying with some friends, Jerry and his soulmate were at the same party I was at. I didn't notice them, but they noticed me and they somehow managed to come up with the idea that I was stalking them."

"What a bitch," Flynn immediately blurts. Alex nods along with her.

"Anyway, Jerry's soulmate confronted me and I was completely blindsided by how angry she was with me. I mean, Jerry's the one who tricked me! Not the other way around." You shake your head in annoyance. "She made some hella stupid accusations and she threw a punch."

Julie gasps. "She didn't!?"

"She did. Now I'm not stupid, so I let her hit me a couple of times before I took my first swing. Fortunately for me, she clawed me," you pull your shirt down to show them three marks just above your cleavage, "and she was arrested when the cops got there. After giving my statement and getting statements from the witnesses, they determined I acted in self defense and let me go home. Mom took the little altercation as me spiraling and acting out, so she shipped me off."

"Jesus," Julie sighs. "That's messed up."

"It really is. But oh well. What happened, happened, and now I get to live with my favorite people."

All four of you laugh before Alex gestures towards your chest, sobering up some. "I have some cream that you can use so it'll fade the scars. My soulmate likes to skateboard and he gets pretty banged up every now and then so I keep a stash of that stuff for him."

You smile fondly at him. "Yes, please. The first time my real soulmate sees the girls," you shimmy your chest just the slightest, "I don't want him to see my battle wounds."

Julie swats you with the back of your hand and you laugh at her exasperated expression as the other two break down into giggles.

Lounging around in your room, you ask Julie about her other two bandmates but Alex tells you they had family obligations they couldn't get out of. Carlos gets dropped off by his friend's mom and he joyously jumps onto the middle of the bed when he realizes you're finally there. So that's how Ray and Rose find the five of you, laughing and joking in your new room before dinner is ready and making plans to hang out the following day when everyone could meet up.

After explaining to your tío and tía the real reasoning your mother had you sent away, it was like a weight was lifted off their shoulders and they were more at ease in your presence. You laughed at their sheepishness, at how they thought they had a rightfully heartbroken teenager on their hands with no clue how to ease said heartache. But when all was said and done, everyone seemed to be themselves around you.

Alex had shown up that afternoon, soulmate in tow, and immediately you asked to play with Willie's hair. Both boys had laughed, Willie agreed and readily sat on the floor between your knees as Julie and Alex Facetimed Flynn about any upcoming open mic nights they could book. Willie had a box of random hair supplies in his lap and you saw how he kept running his fingers over a feather and some small silver hoops. Without even asking him, you grabbed a couple of silver hoops, a feather, and set them aside. You had him tilt his head and he did so without questions, closing his eyes as you started to part and section the hair on the right side of his head. Alex smiled every time he looked over at the two of you and you happily gave Willie three thin braids about five inches long before letting the rest of his hair hang loose. The two outer braids had the silver hoops clipped in and the braid in the middle held the feather you had braided in with a thin leather cord. When you were finished and then combed out Willie's hair one last time, you told him you were done and had to bite back a laugh at the way Alex gulped. Willie eagerly went to check himself out in the mirror, beaming at his reflection before turning around and pulling you into a hug.

While your tío Ray and tía Rose worked, and Carlos spent time at his friend's house, you and Julie ordered in some pizza for yourselves, Alex, and Willie. They had no plans at all for the day so the four of you went out to Rose's studio garage when Flynn finally showed up.

Flynn has the bright idea to do karaoke, pulling out the equipment and setting up a laptop Julie had in the studio for this occasion.

Flynn killed it on Nicki Minaj's Starships, you and Julie sang Mamma Mia and were joined by a very enthusiastic Alex. Willie absolutely refused to sing, but that was okay because he knew the choreography for Backstreet Boys Everybody and you eagerly pulled him up to dance with yourself and Julie. Tío Ray and Tía Rose showed up with Carlos in tow, and you and Julie laughed joyously as her parents sang through Journey's Don't Stop Believin'.

Everyone was laughing and having a good time, but as the sun was going down the parental figures went inside to talk through dinner ideas and clean up a little.

You ask Julie if she has any originals you have yet to hear, but as she goes to go grab a journal Alex speaks up. "What about you? You said you wrote, right? I need to hear an original."

"I, uh, sure." You shrug. You turn towards Julie, eyeing the laptop. "Are my instrumentals still on there?"

She grins. "Yeah. Can I choose?"

"Go for it." You get up to go see which song of yours she's going to choose, smiling softly when you see her choice. Alex is practically bouncing in his seat, Willie is shaking his head at him in fond amusement, and Flynn looks torn between recording with her phone. When you nod at her, she beams and gets ready to hit record on her phone.

"So before Julie hits play, I just want you guys to know I wrote this song while I was Jerry. He absolutely loathed it when he first heard it because he thought I was singing about someone else." You huff a laugh. "The song was honestly about a couple on a TV show I got fixated on, but he didn't believe me. So anyway, I might be a little rusty, but Julie loves it so here goes nothing.

Julie hits play. The violin starts and you smirk when you see Alex's eyebrows raise. Then the drums, guitar, and bass kick in and his eyes widen just as his jaw drops when your attitude completely changes.

"I'm in the business of misery, let's take it from the top. She's got a body like an hourglass, it's ticking like a clock. It's a matter of time before we all run out. When I thought he was mine, she caught him by the mouth."

You keep singing, singing to Julie, but then it goes silent before the chorus kicks in and you find yourself back to back with your cousin as she joins you. "Woah, it was never my intention to brag. To steal it all away from you now. But God, does it feel so good 'cause I got him where I want him now. And if you could, then you know you would 'cause God, it just feels so.. It just feels so good."

Willie whoops and you laugh your way through the next few lines, rocking your shoulders and even throwing in a couple of head bangs for good measure.

But then the music quiets just so and you face the boys. "I watched his wildest dreams come true and not one of them involving you. Just watch my wildest dreams come true. Not one of them involving.." You head bang now, twisting your head back and forth so your hair wildly flips back and forth. Julie plays the air guitar and you're laughing, having made yourself dizzy in the process. But then as one particular part comes up, you sidle up to Julie's side, your face just inches from the side of her own face as she stares forward. "Woah I never meant to brag, but I got him where I want him now."

Your chest aches from putting your all into your own song, sweat beading at your hairline as you jump around dancing. You're exhausted by the end of the song, but it's well worth it to see Alex's gobsmacked expression.

The studio falls silent, but it's Willie and Flynn who jump to their feet. Their utter amazement and joyfulness makes you a little sheepish, but then Alex is standing to his feet. "Holy shit."

"Right?" Julie cackles. "I've been begging her to play live with us for one song, but she won't."

"Are you frickin' kidding me?!" The new voice has your head snapping in it's direction, the boy in a leather jacket and red flannel wrapped around his waist staring at you in wonder. "What is it with you Molina's and your musical talents?"

Your face flames at his praise, eyes then darting to the boy with shaggy hair and a sleeveless shirt gaping at you. You chuckle nervously and Julie wraps an arm around your shoulders, grinning as she introduces you. "And here we have Reggie and Luke. Guys, this is my cousin Y/N."

"Dude, will you marry me?" Luke's words make everyone laugh out loud, but you freeze.

Julie, having felt you tense up, stares at you. "Y/N? Are you-"

But you cut her off, eyes solely on Luke as you say, "Bro, don't call me dude." Your mocking tone makes Flynn snort.

Not only is it Luke's turn to freeze, but so do Alex and Reggie. Their eyes widen as they stare between you and Luke, your heart beating triple when you realize just who this is.

"Oh my god," Alex mutters.

"Oh my god!" Reggie exclaims, smile instantly beaming.

"OH MY GOD!" Julie shouts, arm tightening around your shoulder. "Did he just- did you just say.." You nod, your breathing becoming a little erratic. Julie notices and turns you so she grips you by the shoulders and you're staring directly into her face. "Hey, it's okay. You're fine. Luke's one of the good ones."

You gulp. "I- it's not that," you murmur. "But he said.. and I need to see-"

Before you can finish, the presence of said boy is right next to you and Julie. You startle at his appearance, but then he's holding out his arm between you and your cousin and you glance down to see the words that have been stamped into his skin since the day of his birth. There on the space just below the crease of his elbow are the words bro, don't call me dude.

You laugh, a little wetly, but no one dares to call you out on it. Instead, you turn and lift your shirt so he can see his own words stamped on your ribs. A faint touch has you flinching away and giggling, and Julie snorts as you pout at Luke who seems to realize you're ticklish.

"OH MY GOD! YOU GUYS ARE SOULMATES!" Flynn shouts. "THIS IS SO COOL!"

And just like that the tension is broken, everyone laughing and cheering. You're having trouble holding Luke's gaze, his crinkled eyes and swoon-worthy smile making you want to reach out and hug him. So when you see his fingers twitch and tap out a beat against his leg before he clenches his fists closed, you cave and pull him into a hug. He hesitates a moment before he sighs, wrapping his arms tightly around you in return.

"Hey. ¿Qué está pasando? (What's going on?) Rose wonders. Apparently the cheering had caught tía Rose and tío Ray's attention.

You and Luke break apart, but your arms remain touching as you both stare at Julie's parents like you'd been caught doing something wrong. And since the two of you can't seem to form words, Julie giggles before filling them in. "Luke and Y/N are soulmates. They said each other's words."

Ray and Rose immediately look at you in shock, and you can feel your face heating up. Slowly, you smile at your tía's concerned expression and immediately she's beaming as she makes a beeline for you. "Mija! That's wonderful news." You laugh as she hugs you and then laugh even harder when you see your tío Ray clamp a hand down on Luke's shoulder. Then releasing you and turning towards Luke, tía Rose smiles as she opens her arms wide before moving in to hug him. "I'm happy for you too, mijo. Welcome to the family." Then pulling back, she says, "Not that you weren't already part of the family, but you know."

Luke chuckles, ears turning red. "Thanks, Mrs. Molina."

"Well this is a cause for celebration," Ray says. "Anyone feeling up to pasta?" Julie, Flynn, and Reggie all whoop in unison. "You going to join us, Willie?"

Willie, never usually around for long periods of time with Julie's family, is surprised to be invited. Alex beams at his soulmate and Willie knows he can't say no. "Sure, Mr. Molina. Thanks for the invite."

"Great," Rose smiles. "Well now that that's settled, I'm going to go make a reservation so we don't give the hostess a stroke when we all walk in. Everyone has two hours before we leave."

Tía Rose and tío Ray congratulate you and Luke one last time before they take their leave. Everyone follows after them, excitingly talking outfit choices, but Reggie remains by the opened doors smiling between you and Luke. A second later, Alex returns and marches a reluctant Reggie away.

Now that it's just you and Luke, the two of you laugh nervously.

"So.."

"So.." You both laugh nervously again and then you're groaning. "This is so weird, but like I'm also really excited."

Luke loses some of his nerves and his shoulders slump. "Really? You're excited?"

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"

He turns sheepish then, averting his gaze as he shoves his hands into the front of his jean's pockets. "Julie might have explained the shitty thing your ex did and yeah. I would understand if you weren't stoked to meet me on your second day here."

He's so genuine in his explanation that you can't help but mentally swoon at this boy before you. You're not sure where the sudden confidence comes from, but you're grateful for it when you step closer and take his face in the palm of your hands so he's staring right at you. "Okay one, my mother didn't properly explain why she moved me here. I'll fill you in later, but I'm telling you right now it's not because I'm heartbroken or anything. And two, I am stoked to meet you. You wanna know why?" Luke can only nod as he pays close attention and you grin at him. "Because the moment realization sunk in, everything just felt.. it felt-"

"Right?" He asks, voice low.

You nod. "It felt right. There was no uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach, there was just elation. Like I found something I didn't know I was looking for until you uttered the words etched on my ribs."

Luke slowly smiles and you let your hands fall to your sides, leaning in and quickly kissing his cheek. "Now come on. We need to get ready for tonight."

His cheeks turn red almost immediately, but you don't say anything as you grab his arm and drag his hand from his pocket. Then clasping his hand within your own, you drag him out of the studio and up towards the house.

Dinner was quite the affair, everyone pushing you and Luke next to one another at the table and cooing over how adorable you two were. Even his parents, Emily and Mitch, had been invited along and everyone smiled throughout the entire dinner. The table was quite loud, but not a single customer nearby or the waitresses could blame you when Reggie loudly explained that they were celebrating newly found soulmates. There was even applause that had you and Luke turning red in the face and then trying to aim a kick at Reggie's shin under the table. Unfortunately, Alex took the brunt of both kicks.

When the weekend was over, Luke and the boys stood by your side on your first day of school. The band had quite the following and those fangirls of theirs were not impressed to see you and Luke hand-in-hand. It was a bit daunting navigating the hallways with a majority of the school's population looking down their nose at you, but then Julie, Flynn, and surprisingly Carrie Wilson (your cousin's arch-nemesis) came to your aide. You understood Julie and Flynn's protectiveness, but Carrie's was a shock and she merely flipped her hair over her shoulder while giving the excuse that no one should be shit on just because they found their soulmate. The girls were stunned, but shrugged it off and let Carrie do what Carrie wanted to do.

Tía Rose and tío Ray saw a lot more of Luke at their home, but didn't put up any fuss. The only thing they asked was that if they were alone in the room, then the bedroom door was to remain open at all times. And not wanting to disappoint them, you and Luke abided by their rules. Because being with Luke.. it was the complete opposite than being with Jerry. There were no nerves, no second guessing, and no jealousy. You were happy to be with Luke and vice versa, and either of you could go out with friends with no twenty questions about who you were going with and where (Jerry seriously did a number on you).

You became Julie and the Phantoms number one fan, alongside Willie and Flynn, and sat up in the loft with Willie while the band rehearsed downstairs. The times you did go downstairs after rehearsals and Luke bounded over to you like an eager puppy, you had to fight the urge to chuck something at Reggie and Julie when they cooed over how cute you were together.

Luckily for you, Luke wasn't into PDA other than hand holding or hugs. But it still didn't stop your friends from mockingly groaning for you to get a room when Luke would hug you from behind and stay there with his chin hooked over your shoulder.

Today is one of the rare days the band left Luke alone so he could spend the time with you, but you're stuck doing Algebra II homework and Luke is going through one of your old writing journals for abandoned lyrics to give him inspiration.

You've been stuck on the same problem for what feels like twenty minutes when you hear Luke sharply inhale. You glance up at him, watching him read through something that's clearly caught his attention. You can't help but grin at his look of concentration and then his expression falls and your heart suddenly aches.

Luke glances up and you gulp. "What's this?"

"What's what?"

He glances back down at the journal in his hands before looking at you once more. "Something titled Train Wreck. It looks like a completed song."

Your expression completely goes lax then. "Oh. That's, uh, I wrote that a while back when my mom and dad were going through their divorce." You close the math book in your lap and hesitantly meet Luke's gaze. "That was not a fun time for all involved. My mind was kind of.. messed up back then."

Luke gulps. "I don't want to seem inconsiderate of what clearly was a dark time for you, but this- this is really good, Y/N. Do you have a melody for it?"

You huff a laugh, shaking your head in fond amusement. Only Luke would be this invested in a song. "I do. I think it's on the laptop in a password protected file.."

His eyes light up. "Can I hear it? You don't have to, I just-"

"It's fine." You get up, heading over to the laptop and powering it up to find what you need. After a bit of searching, you find it and open it up. Letting the melody play, you look up at Luke. "I won't sing the whole thing, but I'll sing a portion of it."

He eagerly nods. "I'll take anything."

You smile at him, nervously taking a seat on a crate in the middle of the room. He finds another crate and places it close to you, wanting to be as close as possible. You close your eyes, smiling, and let the melody wash over you as the lyrics come back to you in a flash. Your heart beat is beating double, but you inhale deeply and let it out slowly.

Losing yourself to the music, you mouth the lyrics to yourself until letting your voice ring out. "Underneath our bad blood, we've still got a sanctum. Home, still a home, still a home here. It's not too late to build it back 'cause a one in a million chance is still a chance, still a chance and I would take those odds."

You open your eyes, chest aching as all those feelings from so long ago come rushing back and make your voice just that much stronger. "Unbreak the broken, unsay these spoken words. Find hope in the hopeless, pull me out of the train wreck." Luke grabs your hand and you squeeze it for all your worth as you keep looking forward. "Unburn the ashes, unchain the reactions now. I'm not ready to die, not yet. Pull me out of the train wreck. Pull me out, pull me out, pull me out."

You meet Luke's gaze then, a little surprised to see his eyes red rimmed and teary through your own blurry vision. "You can say what you like, don't say I wouldn't die for it. I'm down on my knees and I need you to be my God, be my help, be a Savior who can-"

Your voice cracks on the next word and Luke tugs on your hand, pulling you into a hug. A sob escapes your throat as you cling to Luke, but you quickly stifle it against his shoulder. As the melody plays out, you press your forehead to his shoulder before pushing back and sniffling. "I, uh, I'm sorry about that. Everything came rushing back and I-"

"Don't apologize." Luke catches your face in the palm of his hands, thumbs brushing away your tears before his lips press against your forehead. The action is so soft that your expression crumples momentarily, but you quickly mask it when Luke pulls back to catch your gaze. "That was amazing, Y/N! So amazing. And I'm sorry it brought up bad memories, but.. wow."

You huff a laugh, pulling back so you aren't hunched over. Luke, however, refuses to stop touching you and catches your hands within his own. "I should have guessed you'd be easily impressed."

"For you? Always."

You shake your head, grinning. "You're so freakin' cheesy, Luke Patterson."

He chuckles and again you're hit with a sudden boost of confidence that you lean forward, one hand finding the back of his neck so you can bring him to meet you halfway in a kiss. He smiles against your mouth, but the smile quickly falls the second you tilt your head to deepen the kiss. Unfortunately, just as the tip of your tongue flicks against his bottom lip, you're interrupted.

"Can we come in now?" Reggie's voice rings out. "I really wanna give Y/N a hug after hearing that song."

"Reggie!" Julie scolds.

You and Luke pull apart laughing. You both straighten up and look towards the door just in time to see Reggie rubbing at the back of his head as he walks in with Alex and Julie behind him. Hand in hand, you and Luke stand up and chuckle at Reggie's put out expression.

Had you known that having a soulmate felt exactly as you feel right now, you would have known something was definitely up back home with Jerry. And though you will always hate your ex for tricking you the way he did, there's an ounce of gratefulness for the misery he put you through because had he not then you wouldn't have moved and met your true soulmate.

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