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atiny-moon · 9 months

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i need you

18+ FANFIC. MINORS DNI

Genre: smut with a dash of angst, or atleast some heavy feels

Pairing: established!bf!san x fem!reader

Tags: angsty thoughts, fingering (f receiving), choking, unprotected sex (dont do it), kitchen sex, wall sex, bedroom sex

Word Count: 4.6K

18+ FANFIC. MINORS DNI

You and San met during his trainee days. You were on your way to study classes when you came across a little lost boy with a darling little bowl haircut. You asked him if he needed help and he asked you for directions to the KQ building. You let him know it was on your way and you didn’t mind showing him how to get there. Every day after that, the two of you walked with each other on your way to your respective after school activities - his training and your studying.

Even after you graduated and got into the school of your dreams, you made the time to walk San to his training. It was important for you to be there to support him. He was chasing something so far out of your reality, there really was no other way for you to be there for him. It wasn’t like you could dance for him, or sing for him, or do anything for him other than show up and be his rock. His shining star in the night sky.

There were days where you didn’t get to see him due to your schedule or his, but during those days you messaged back and forth as often as you could. Because, to San, you were also chasing something he could never truly wrap his mind around. He didn’t understand why you wanted to do what you wanted to do, he just knew he needed to support you. He wanted to be the person you turned to when things were going terribly. He wanted you to lean on him as much as he leaned on you.

And so the two of you pushed each other. Pushed each other to try to become the best version you could possibly become - how could you not? You had an amazing partner who had your back every step of the way and there was no foreseeable future in which either of you failed. You could do absolutely anything as long as you had each other.

That’s why when you found yourself slumped in your desk chair, staring at the blinking cursor on the blank email, you wondered what San would do if he had to reply to emails? Would he just type a one word response to everything? Or would he reply with one of his many idioms? The thought of San scrunching up his nose at a screen while composing the perfect email made you laugh.

Then, realizing how long it had been since you’d actually seen your boyfriend, you pouted and slumped further down your chair. You glanced at the time and saw it was near 7:30 PM… you hadn’t eaten anything since lunch and you still had a handful of emails left before you could call it a day. Still slumped in your chair, you rolled your eyes and contemplated leaving the emails for the morning - what would a few hours delay really mean? Surely they could wait.

You were about to sink further in your chair in an attempt to hide from the responsibilities of work when your phone screen lit up. Ah, yes. Distraction. You picked up your phone and read the message on the screen, “Just finished practice. Wanna have dinner?” It was from San! Sanni! Your Sanni!

You quickly responded with, “Still at work, finishing up some emails. I can meet you in thirty minutes?”

There was a bit of a pause as you watched San start and stop typing at least three times before replying, “Come to my apartment.”

The amount of pure excitement at the prospect of seeing your boyfriend perked you up faster than your favorite cup of coffee. You finished up the remainder of your emails and hurriedly said goodbye to your coworkers. Before heading out, you made sure to freshen up just a smidge by throwing on a fresh coat of lip gloss and adjusting your black-and-white wrap dress. And just like that, you were standing outside of San’s apartment a little after 8 o’clock.

You knocked on the door and were greeted with a chorus of “Come in!” You let yourself in and were met with such a warm, familial sight - Mingi relaxing on the couch, an anime playing on the television screen in front of him; Seongwha puttering about, muttering about how dirty everything was; Wooyoung could not be seen, but could be heard whipping something up in the kitchen; and the best sight of all was San standing in front of the doorway in his comfy loungewear.

Seeing him like this was like seeing him for the first time. His skin was still damp from a shower and his hair was still mussed. His white tank top looked too big and too small for him all at the same time and his gray sweatpants were sitting dangerously low on his tiny waist. Your breath caught in your stomach - did he get bigger?

“Hi,” San breathed out.

“Hi,” You breathed in.

San stepped aside and let you enter the apartment. You went in for a hug and a kiss but were instead met with the briefest side hug you’ve ever experienced. Hm, that was weird. You watched San’s face for any change of expression but his gaze was fixed forward, and his lips set in a stern line of concentration. Why wouldn’t he give you a hug? You wanted to press him further on it but he slipped out of your grasp and off towards the kitchen.

As you took off your coat and slipped off your shoes you couldn’t help but wonder what was going on? San normally couldn’t keep his hands off you. Was it because the members were here? Was it because you just got off work? Oh, no! What if you smelled bad? Did you step in something?! You quickly checked your shoes and saw nothing of the sort. You tried to ease the insecurities out of your mind and focus on the fact that you were here with San. Maybe he was just tired. You yourself had just gotten off work and could be reading into something that wasn’t really there.

You shrugged it off and slipped into your comfy white cat guest slippers. The slippers were a couple’s set - San had a pair of black cat slippers and you had the white ones. His idea.

You walked further into the apartment and greeted those that looked up at you. Mingi and Seongwha both said hello but Wooyoung was too focused in the kitchen to really glance up. He did manage to shriek his greetings over his shoulder.

“Mm, that smells amazing Wooyoung. What is it?!” You asked cheerily as you walked into the kitchen.

San was standing off to the side, not really saying anything, and just watching Wooyoung work. You walked up behind San and casually wrapped your arms around his waist but just like before, he stepped out of your grasp before you could truly hug him. Wooyoung had his back turned and did not notice this.

You were again puzzled but snapped back to reality when Wooyoung responded, “It’s your favorite!” His smile was so big and bright as he looked over his shoulder at you.

“I told the guys you were still at work and Wooyoung insisted he make you dinner..” San spoke up from the opposite end of the kitchen. The sentiment was incredibly sweet and it made your heart melt but when you looked at San to catch his gaze, he avoided it. He kept his eyes firmly on Wooyoung and what Wooyoung was doing. His distance was making you a little sad and not really sure what to do, you turned away from the kitchen and started setting the table.

Seongwha immediately stopped his puttering to come over and help you set the table, “You’re a guest - you shouldn’t be setting the table.” His voice was low and quiet and had the softness of a laugh hiding at the corners. You wanted to say something to keep the energy light and playful but all you could think about was how cold San was being. What if you really did smell bad?

“Seongwha…” you whispered, “..do I smell?”

Seongwha, unphased and unbothered, replied with a simple, “You smell like you always do.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion. What the hell did that mean?! Just as you were about to question him further, you heard Wooyoung call out from the kitchen, “Dinner’s ready!!” at the absolute top of his lungs. You were grateful for his windpipes and their ability to ground you in that moment. Wooyoung definitely had his charms.

Everyone took their seats at the dinner table, taking care to leave an open spot next to you. But while San was usually one of the firsts at the dinner table, tonight he was extra slow - even slower than Mingi. Did he not want to sit with you? Did he not like you anymore? That was a silly idea! He literally invited you over for dinner with him and his members an hour ago. What in the world could change in one hour? You were so lost in thought, you were late to thank Wooyoung for making and serving you dinner.

“Thank you so much, Wooyoung. My favorite meal by my favorite chef has made my heart and tummy so happy.” The warm smile that touched Wooyoung’s lips melted his entire face and you could swear his cheeks were getting a little pink. At least someone liked you.

You risked a glance at San and saw that his gaze was still fixed forward and he was still actively avoiding your line of sight. You opened your mouth to call him out on his weird behavior when all of a sudden San grabbed your hand and turned to you, “I’m so happy you enjoyed dinner.”

The sudden compliment caused your brain to restart. His words were genuine so you knew he wasn’t being sarcastic - not like San was that type of guy, anyway. But his hot and cold attitude was starting to throw you off. What in the world was going on?! As you wrestled with these thoughts, San interlaced his fingers with yours and turned away from you once more.

You were still confused as to why San was acting the way that he was but at least you were holding hands. And then the thought of you two breaking up popped into your head again. Maybe that was why he was acting so strange? But, he couldn’t break up with you in front of his members while holding your hand, right? That would be preposterous. But! What if he was just getting the courage to do it? Kind of like one last hurrah before he ends things for good.

The thought of things ending between you and San made your heart skip a beat in the worst way. You didn’t want that. Reflexively, you brought up your free hand and held onto San’s bicep. Luckily, he didn’t pull away from you. If anything, he relaxed into your touch and let you hold his arm as if he hadn’t been acting so weird the entire night.

The conversations danced around you but you couldn’t quite join in. You wanted to make jokes at Seongwha’s expense, to quip with Wooyoung, to tease Mingi - but all you could do was hold onto San’s arm. Slowly the night carried on and both you and San found yourselves sitting silent amongst your friends. Wooyoung was the first to notice the shift in atmosphere, followed by Seongwha, and lastly Mingi.

“I heard Yunho and Yeosang got a new game,” Wooyoung said to no one in particular.

“Do you wanna take them some leftovers?” Seongwha inquired.

“Let’s bring them ice cream!” Mingi suggested.

One by one, the three boys got up from their seats and shuffled out of the apartment. Their voices carried in the hallway as they laid siege to another apartment.

You were slow to peel yourself up from the dinner table, San still sitting in silence. You absolutely had no idea what was going on with him but somewhere in the pit of your stomach you had braced yourself for the inevitable - the break up.

Out of habit, you cleared the table and began washing dishes. You managed to find solace in between the suds and foam of dirty dishes. There was something therapeutic about the repetitive behavior of washing dishes - the scrubbing and the rinsing of dishes scrubbed and rinsed the thoughts from your mind. With your mind finally clear of racing thoughts you settled on the fact that San was going to break up with you. That was the only sane and logical conclusion you could come to. It was just a matter of time.

As you were drying and putting away the dishes, you felt a familiar hand on your waist. After the strange behavior all night and the danger of breaking up looming overhead, you did not risk taking a step into San’s body. Instead, you stayed firmly planted in front of the dish rack, continuing your task. But, seeing as how you didn’t respond to his touch, San bridged the small gap between the both of you.

He wrapped his big arms around your small waist and brought you in for a deep, deep hug. You felt his cheek rest on top of your head and his breathing on your back. The embrace was home personified. You instinctually melted into his body, forgetting at once the thoughts that were swirling around your head. You opened your mouth to say something but instead felt San’s warm breath on your ear, “I need you.”

Your eyelids fluttered closed as the sentiment dripping in his words coated the area between your thighs. You dropped the dish you were drying back into the sink as your body reeled from that singular sentence. Finally, when you remembered how to breathe and there was sufficient oxygen in your brain you replied, “I thought you were going to break up with me.” The tears that you had been holding back all night started to form at the corners of your eyes.

San whipped you around faster than you could imagine, pure terror and concern in his eyes. His silent curiosity prompted you to continue, “You were so distant so I thought you were mad at me.. And then I thought you were g-” San cut your words off with a kiss. It wasn’t one of those passionate kisses he usually loves, but a softer, slower one. As if he was trying to kiss away your stress, hoping against hope that his lips could melt the worries in your heart.

You were slow to respond at first, it was a little difficult to bounce back from the verge of tears but San’s kisses made the journey a lot easier. He only pulled away from the kiss to pull you into a hug. His cheek finding purchase on the top of your head while he wrapped you up into his favorite hugging position. You reluctantly wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face into his chest.This close you could feel his heartbeat against your face and the warmth of his skin warming your cheek.

“I’m sorry I made you worry,” San mumbled into your hair. “Tonight was the first time I’ve seen you in so long.” His hands started rubbing small comforting circles on your back. And here he stayed quiet for a long while, humming to himself while trying to formulate the perfect sentence. “It was like waking up on Christmas morning and realizing I got the present I wanted.”

If possible, you buried your face further into his chest while your cheeks turned a bright pink. “That doesn’t explain why you ignored me!” You yelled from the safety of his pecs.

San brought you in even closer to his body, there was nothing separating you save for the fabric of your clothing. The silence on San’s part made you brace yourself for the worst again. And as he breathed out you could feel the reason why San was ignoring you - there was a warmth and a firmness between his legs that made you blush all over again.

“I want you.” San’s voice was quiet - barely above a whisper. You looked up at him and found his eyes studying your face. The intensity in his gaze made your knees weak and your breath catch in your throat. “If I had allowed myself to touch you more..or even think about you.. I wouldn’t be able to control myself.” Here, his hands stopped rubbing small comforting circles and came to rest on your lower back.

It was tough to maintain eye contact with San when you stared at you like that - like you were the only light in his life. You watched as the intensity in his eyes shifted from caring to something darker and more primal. His hands on your lower back continued down your body until both of his palms were firmly on your ass. “I need you.”

“I’m right here,” you breathed out as you leaned in for a kiss. San eagerly returned the kiss with the same passion and intensity you were used to. It was the way he liked to kiss you - with absolutely everything in his body. His grip on your ass tightened, pushing you further into his body. You draped your arms across his broad shoulders and deepened the kiss. Eventually, San let go of your ass to wrap his arms around your waist, holding you in place while he kissed you as if it was the first time.

The fiery intensity of the kiss sent your body aflame - every feel of his tongue on yours made you want him more and more, like he was the only thing on the planet that could satisfy you. You had to pull away first, taking a deep breath that sounded something between the lines of a moan and a sigh. San leaned into your ear and whispered, “I missed the way you sound” as he rolled his hips into yours.

You breathed out another moan into the curve of his San’s neck and it sent him over the edge. He picked you up with absolutely no effort and placed you ever so gently onto the counter, wrapping your legs around his waist in the process. You pulled your body closer to his, eager to feel him and his hardening dick on your body but he pinned your hips in place.

San pulled away from the kiss and pressed his forehead against yours, “Not yet.”

You pouted as a surge of defiance pumped through your veins. While maintaining eye contact, you reached your hands out to his sweatpants and even managed to get your fingertips on the waistband before San had his hands around your throat, squeezing in all the right places. The pleasure was immediate. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you immediately forgot what to do with your hands and focused all of your attention on San’s sweet grip on your sensitive neck.

“Not yet,” he whispered again. This time more hoarse and strained, almost as if it were a plea and not a command. You fluttered your eyes open and nodded your head as best as you could. San’s grip immediately loosened.

His left hand reaches behind your head and takes a fistful of your hair as his right thumb trails along your bottom lip. You open your mouth just enough to let his thumb in and start sucking on it. You watch as San becomes transfixed on your mouth, unknowingly licking his own lips in his approval. He pulled his thumb out and traced his index and middle finger along your lips until you happily obliged and sucked on those fingers too.

He watched you suck on his fingers until he couldn’t take it anymore and replaced his fingers with his own lips. His kiss was so hungry it made you yearn even more for his body. San quickly pushed up your work dress and slid your panties to the side so he could press his two fingers into your soaking wet pussy. The first time he touched you sent such an intense wave of pleasure through your body.

You wrapped your legs tighter around his body and bring him in closer for another kiss. Your two bodies were almost touching if it weren’t for San’s hand in-between your legs, expertly teasing your clit. You tried to maintain the kiss but San’s fingers felt so good on your pussy, all you could do was brace yourself against San and moan into his neck. He gave you sweet words of encouragement - he wanted to hear how good you were feeling.

As San worked your clit, you could feel your orgasm mounting. Your breathing was getting shallow and irregular and just as you were about to cum, San slipped two fingers into your tight pussy. The sensation of two fingers suddenly inside you while riding your high prolonged your orgasm even more. As you started to come down from your orgasm, San slowly started to pump his fingers inside of you while his thumb played with your clit.

Your pussy was so fucking sensitive but San’s fingers felt so fucking good. You buried your head into his neck and wrapped your arms around him, completely surrendering to his touch. San’s touch was so gentle - he wanted to ease you back into pleasure. His thumb rubbed your clit so very softly while his fingers worked themselves in and out of you at a comfortable pace. Eventually, you could feel your hips rocking forward, eager for more of his touch on your body.

San then started to move his fingers a bit faster and rub your clit a but harder. Soon, you could feel your juices dripping down his hands, completely covering his fingers. San absolutely loved the way your body responded to his touch - his own dick completely rock hard and leaking with precum at the very sight of your ravished body.

Your grip on San tightened as you could feel another orgasm mounting in-between your thighs. You announced how close you were and San only increased his pace and his encouragement, “Don’t hold back. Let me hear you.” His breathy words into your neck sent you over the edge as you came once more all over his fingers. Satisfied, San brought his fingers up to his lips and licked every bit off.

San wrapped your arms and legs around him once more before picking you up and making his way toward his bedroom. On the way there, you couldn’t stop yourself from kissing and biting his neck. The sudden feel of your teeth on his skin caused San’s knees to buckle. He had to pin you up against the wall for support. This only encouraged you to continue your actions - kissing and biting all along his neck and shoulder, though very careful not to leave marks.

San’s grip on your body shifted slightly and you could suddenly feel his completely hard cock press against your throbbing pussy. The contact immediately made you cry out in pleasure and eagerly push your hips into his. San intuitively reciprocated the movement, rubbing his fully hardened dick onto you. San then carefully maneuvered his hand so he could simultaneously free his dick from his sweatpants and not drop you.

He securely pinned you against the wall before sliding your panties out of the way and sliding his cock into you. The way San stretched you out was pure heaven. You moaned into his neck while wrapping your arms and legs around him even tighter. Then, you could feel the slow and deliberate push of San’s cock into your tight pussy. You kissed him as he carefully slid all the way into you before pulling out just as slow - his tip dragging along your g-spot like it was always meant to. He pumped his dick back into you and you swear you could see stars.

He continued this slow pace until you were rocking your hips into his, begging with your body to fuck you faster. In response, San grunted and picked you up. He carried you all the way to his room and placed you on the bed. The both of you watched the other strip, your eyes devouring every curve of your partner’s form. Once you were both naked, San wrapped you up in another embrace - your arms and legs naturally wrapping around his body. He buried his face into your neck and repaid all the kisses and bites from before.

You moaned after every nibble and kiss, your hips rocking into his, yearning for his dick inside you once more. Slowly, San pushed his throbbing cock into your pussy. Overwhelmed with pleasure, all you can do is hold onto San and breathe as he pumps his dick in and out of your pussy.

You and San have been together for more than five years - he knows how to fuck you. He knows what to do to your body and how to do it. There were paces he used when he wanted to fuck the shit out of you all day and there were paces he used when he wanted to make you cum. This pace is the latter. The slow and deliberate push of his cock in and out of your pussy with his head hitting your g-spot every single time soon made your breathing grow irregular and shallow.

Slowly, you can feel your orgasm building in-between your legs. The warmth spreads over your body as the first wave of orgasms roll through your body. San continues to pump into your pussy over and over and soon rips a second series of orgasms from you, your pussy convulsing around his thick cock.

But he’s still rock hard. San allows you to come back down from your high with his dick still inside of you. And slowly, he starts pumping his dick into your abused pussy. He just feels so good, you can’t help how wet your pussy gets for him.

At this point, you’ve lost count of how many times he’s made you cum but your body has not forgotten. So tired from the waves of orgasms, all you can do is let your limbs fall to the side and let him fuck your absolutely ravaged body. San throws one of your legs over his shoulder and grips onto your thigh so he could fuck you better. He gently cups the side of your face moments before moving his thumb over your bottom lip. His eyes widen slightly as he watches you take his thumb into your mouth once more.

With his thumb in your mouth and his dick so fucking deep in your pussy, San can not control it much longer. His grip on your thigh tightens as he throws his head back, deep grunts replacing his breathing. You watch as his body convulses as the orgasm tears through it, him pulling out just in time to make a mess on your stomach. San collapses on top of your body shortly thereafter, maneuvering his body so he can lay with your head tucked under his chin. In-between San’s deep breathing he whispered,

“I love you.”

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grogusmum · 10 months

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IRL

Part 1: @ nickcage_numerouno

JAVI X F!PLUS SIZE!READER

SUMMARY: Set before the events of The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent. Javi and Reader are friends online, and after a year of DMing they decide to meet. (The only change is Javi and Gabriela are just friends)

WORD COUNT: 1900ish

WARNINGS: Reader has insecurities about her size and appearance, Lucas is a jerk, and that's about it in this chapter. Javi is adorable, be warned.

This is nuts, you think as you get off the plane.

This isn't your first time either… you thought it after you agreed to fly to Palma. You thought it as you purchased the ticket. You thought it as you took the shuttle to the airport and you lost count of how many times during the almost 10-hour flight…

You take a breath, you've always wanted to travel, go to a cool film festival, so you're here. Meeting a friend. To go to the festival together. No big deal. You've known him for more than a year… online… you swallowed. Just keep breathing. It's going to be fine.

You find your suitcase and go to find your ride.

It's an international airport, so you are a little overwhelmed.

Then you see a sign with your name. Well, not your name, really, you give in internal chuckle. It’s your handle @han_shot_first. It has a blaster drawn on it, with "pew-pew" written in comic-sans. And you can't help but laugh out loud now. You look expectantly at the face above the sign.

It wasn't him…

You'd never felt nervous or intimidated by “@niccage_numerouno” until you saw him. Because holy moly! Those honeyed curls and warm brown eyes. He sent his photo with zero hesitation. Of course, he did. Why would he… you were a little slower. You had stared at it with the cursor hovering over the send button for what seemed like a lifetime. It was taken at a good angle, of course, angles can only do so much…

Until agreeing to take this trip, you hadn't seen one another's faces. You had decided it was time for you both to exchange photos.

@ nickcage_numerouno: Are you still there?

@ nickcage_numerouno: not the best photo of me…

Oh my gosh, he thinks I don't like it! Click send you moron, you thought and clicked send, then quickly typed-

@ han_shot_first: I just got distracted by a text. Sorry to keep you hanging

Then you waited. And waited. It said read. The ellipsis dot dot dotting. Shit

@ nickcage_numerouno: I like your shirt

You laughed. Of course he did, it's Spider-Man Noir.

@ han_shot_first: You might not believe this but it *is* a coincidence!

You walk up to the man with the sign.

"Ah… hola?"

"Hola, señora." He tapped the sign, "Han…shot-"

"Um yeah- sí," you laugh and tell him your actual name. He looks at his phone and then at you, presumably looking at the photo you sent.

"Welcome Mallorca, Señora. The car is just this way."

Okay, intimidated again. He sent a driver. You knew he had money because of his collection and his generosity with paying for the festival tickets … but 'send a driver' money?

You take deep breaths and remind yourself of some of your favorite DMs with him. He likes you. He's seen pics of your very regular apartment. You've talked about your job. He likes you. He's never seen more than one picture. Stop. He. Likes. You.

Suddenly your car door opens, bringing you out of your thoughts.

"Thank you, um…" you realize you had been so inside your own head you don't know the driver's name. "I am so sorry, I didn't ask you your name-"

"Mateo, señora."

"I apologize again, Mateo thank you so much"

Mateo nods with a small appreciative smile.

"This way to the boat slip"

"A boat-"

That's when you see him, Javi, in sunglasses (you note they are ones Nick Cage wore in Wild at Heart) linen pants, an orange button-down shirt, and a vast smile.

He calls your name and jogs over.

"You are here! Really here," Javi has you by the arms and gives you a little shake, before pulling you into a hug. "Thank you for getting my girl here, Mateo!"

Your cheeks warm at 'my girl' while still getting a bear hug from Javi. You put your arms around him gingerly.

"Hello Javi, can't believe I'm really here either."

Finally, he pulls away to drink you in, you fluster under imagined scrutiny. You stand tall, remembering your posture, hoping you will somehow be, well, smaller.

"Nice shades, by the way."

Javi laughs, shaking his head. He then leads you to his speedboat, his hand firmly around yours.

"I have so much I want to show you and talk to you about," Javi debates telling you he couldn't sleep last night because he was so excited. You have always matched him in enthusiasm, so he had thought he could tell you without sounding 12 but, maybe it was the long flight, and there’s the jet lag, but he feels like you're somehow keeping your distance. Guarded.

To be honest, Javi has been anxiously awaiting your arrival since you agreed to come. You are just as cute as your picture- cuter. He saved the photo you sent and only took it off his lock screen this morning for fear of freaking you out.

"Maybe you want to get cleaned up and have a rest," he suggests, as he helps you into the boat.

"Maybe," you return.

A shower and a change out of your travel clothes does the trick, you are gifted with a second wind. You also feel a little less self-conscious. Since you met Javi on the dock, other than when he was driving the boat he has found reasons to touch you, hold your hand, be close.

He hugged you again at the door of the guest room, this time his sunglasses off. His warm eyes (oh my gosh you had gazed at them in his picture but it did them little justice) crinkled happily as he looked at you and when you finally shut the door between you, your heart was like a rabbit’s.

Javi looks at himself in the hall mirror, he looks okay, right? When Gabriela enters the hall he jumps and steps away from the mirror.

"Are you alright, Javi?"

"I just, um, you know my tumblfriend-"

"She is here, yes? Did you just get back?"

"Sure, yeah, she's just - she is getting cleaned up after her flight, you know… maybe get in a little nap or…"

Gabriela looks at the ceiling quizzically.

"Javi, is everything okay?"

"Yeah, yes… I think."

Javi looks at his dearest friend, "What if she doesn't like me IRL."

"I R L?"

"In real life," Javi leans against the wall, a cloud of worry hanging over him.

"She is going to love you!"

Javi looks up from examining his sneakers. He wore his lucky ones, they didn't really match too well with what he was wearing but he wanted the extra boost of confidence.

You trot down the stairs and stop short in the hall at the sight of Javi and a gorgeous woman. You move more purposefully getting to the bottom of the stairs, thinking about how you must have looked practically hopping down the stairs… ugh. She is very close to him, which is fine, of course. You are just friends after all, but you just-

Javi smiles and takes your hand again, and introduces you to his 'BFF and executive assistant extraordinaire- Gabriela.'

Gabriela.

He told you all about her, they had tried being together but ended up feeling they were better as friends.

He also told you she was beautiful and smart. You just didn't realize how beautiful, how willowy. They look amazing together. Right.

Shake it off, you tell yourself, and take a deep breath. You are not in competition with anybody.

"You don't need to lie down?" Javi asks, still holding your hand.

"Nope! Just needed to wash off the traveling dust, I guess," you extend your other hand to Gabriela, "it's so nice to put a face to the name. Javi says you're his left brain."

She takes it with a surprised laugh.

"Well, I know your face, Javi showed me your photo right away, he put-"

Javi looks at Gabriela pleadingly.

"-was so happy you were coming."

“Let me show you around,” Javi moves in quickly and takes your hand again hoping you didn't notice anything. You smile with a nod.

“Have fun!” Gabriela calls after you.

“So what are you showing me first?”

“My collection, of course, pfft,” Javi rolls his eyes playfully, and he warms when your hand stays on his arm after giving it an excited squeeze. He tries to watch you surreptitiously as you take in the grounds, mumbling, “beautiful,” under your breath. He wants to tell you, you are too… One step at a time, Javi, he thinks to himself. He tells you about the villa and the olive groves. He leaves his family business out of it. Lucas is gone for the week. He is the only one on the compound who Javi is worried about.

He’s feeling more confident, and it just starts to feel like when you would chat for hours online, when he comes face to face with none other than Lucas. It was like just thinking of him summoned his cousin.

And by the look on his face, he was going to be a problem.

“Lucas, I thought you were away,” Javi starts quickly trying to take hold of the conversation and keep it short. He introduces you by name, and a friend, “we are - in a writers’ group… online. She’s just arrived, so…”

You can tell Javi was trying to keep this interaction short, and that this is one of the people who don't know about Tumblr. Lucas is truly intimidating not just because he is handsome and fit, maybe a little like the guys who teased you in school… but also something else - he is hawkish, sharp, and dangerous looking. He says hello and you shiver a little, he smiles wide but it doesn't reach his calculating eyes.

“Nice to meet you, Lucas,” you say as you reach out to take his hand. He kisses it.

Javi rolls his eyes, and his grip tightens on your hand.

“We will be eating at Roberto’s tonight and then we'll be at a film festival all weekend, so, we’ll see you around,” Javi makes to get you as far from his cousin as soon as possible.

“Such a rush, Javi. ¿Es hora de comer tan pronto?”

Is it feeding time so soon?

You know some Spanish, but only a little. You get the gist, but from the way, Javi's face darkens, and his nostrils flare. You know something in your translation is off. If you have to make a guess, Lucas is just like one of those boys from school, you decide. Knowing you are in some way the butt of a joke your face heats with embarrassment.

“A delight as always Lucas,” Javi grumbles and pulls you. He is still muttering as he brings you to a door with a pin pad, it’s mostly rapid Spanish, but you recognize ‘pendejo, jerk off.’

You can't help giggling-

“Aliens”

Javi smiles with a huff, but puts both of his warm hands on your arms, gently running them up and down.

“Do not listen to Lucas, he is - well, he is horrible,” Javi types in the code. “I am truly sorry for his rudeness.”

You shrug, some residual embarrassment casting your eyes at your shoes.

“You are beautiful, you know.”

You look up quickly, not believing your ears. He said it like it was the simplest of observations. Like it is the most obvious thing. Maybe you misheard…

“Are you ready?” Javi smiles and opens the door, you try to focus, this is the prized collection he has been telling you about for a year- sharing photos of new acquisitions and-

“Is that the bunny from Con Air?!”

part 2

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popiollie · 3 months

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White board doodlez of sans au's (Ft. Error, Ink, and Cursor!!!) I LOVE THEM ALL SOOO MUCH IT'S INSANE, RAAAAAH

#sansau #art #sans au #undertale #sans #undertale au #popiollie #ink sans #ink sans au #inksans #error #ink #error sans #errorsans #error sans au #cursor sans #cursor #error!cross

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sweetmage · 4 months

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Accessible BG3 Mods For The Visually Impaired!

As someone with a vision disability, I have a hard time reading small text, distinguishing menu options, and so on. So of course I stay on the look out for accessibility mods. I'm gonna link some of the mods I use (and some that might just be useful) for other PC users that are struggling with vision issues with this game. Be sure to check the mod pages for specific installation instructions for each mod as well as any dependencies or compatibility issues with other mods. Do note that these mods were compiled based on my own experiences with low vision, eye strain, and trouble distinguishing small objects/words so they may not be useful for everyone. If you have any suggestions for things to add to the list or if any links are broken, please let me know!

Also please show some love to these modders if their mods helped you 😄

Better Maps All In One

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With this mod you can remove the grid overlay on the map which reduces visual clutter. There is also an option to make the minimap larger and a recent update says that colorblind support has been added for NPC markers!

Bigger Mouse Cursors

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Does what it says on the tin, makes all mouse cursors larger.

Darker Paper

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Providers a darker background for all readable items (books, notes, etc.) which may reduce eye strain for some.

Comic Sans (Font Replacer)

Link Here

Can be useful for those with dyslexia or vision impairments.

Better Context Menu

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Adds related icons to all context menu options and (optionally) makes the context menu larger.

Increased Font Size

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Does what it says on the tin, increases font size with options ranging from 10% to 55% increases. Note: If using in conjunction with the Comic Sans mod, the author of this mod recommends starting with the 10% size and increasing if needed as the Comic Sans mod already starts larger by default.

Less Annoying Magic Effects

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Disables VFX for many spells, status effects, etc. (see mod page for list). Useful for reducing eye strain, visual clutter, or headache inducing effects. There is an optional configurable version so you can remove only certain effects, though I haven't tried that myself.

Bigger Customize Dice Button

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Does what it says on the tin, makes the button to customize your dice larger.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 mods #baldur's gate 3 mods

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motiveloss · 9 months

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The sans shimeji from v0idless plus Ukagaka Gaster is a silly pair of AIs. Have some doodles while the shimeji threaten to tear cursor apart.

#sans #undertale #undertale au #ut au #handplates #ukagaka handplates gaster #handplates gaster #shimeji #sans shimeji #doodles #art dump #sketches #bittybones

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moccasins · 3 months

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wrote a sad little thing for @popiollie's cursor sans :D

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archivallyfound09 · 1 year

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Christmas Angel

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader (f, no y/n)

Setting: Post- Top Gun: Maverick

Warnings: Swearing, drinking. All my stuff is Mature, read at own risk/if you're of age. Thanks!

Requested: Nope. Just banging around in my head.

You sighed contentedly at the small Christmas tree that was the only source of light illuminating your newly occupied quarters. You hadn't intended on going towards the snowy weather, but after a nasty break-up this year, you were desperate to get away from the San Diego heat. You laptop hummed in your lap and you turned your attention towards the blank document, the cursor blinking at you.

You took in a breath, enjoying the woody cabin smell that flooded your senses and your fingertips started tapping away at the keyboard. You weren't sure exactly how long you had been writing, but the knock at your door jolted you a bit more than you anticipated.

You stood up form the small couch in your room, dropping a moose-patterned blanket where you had been sitting moments prior, and cautiously opened the door. Looking down, you saw a small tray with a mug of hot cocoa and a cookie in the shape of an angel. You smiled- you had forgotten that the women at the check-in desk had mentioned "fun little holiday perks" that would be included in your stay.

You leaned down to retrieve the tray and noticed the other doors down the hallway. You guesstimated that there were about six other rooms besides yours and, based on the similar trays outside their doors, all were occupied. You stood up, tray in hand and were about to step back into the room when you heard a smooth voice interrupt your movements.

"Reindeer....you?"

You turned quickly to be sudden;y face-to-face with your Bed and Breakfast neighbor: a 30-something man sporting an ugly hawaiian christmas sweater, a moustache only slightly obscuring the lopsided grin that he gave you, his eyes lit like the tree in your room. You looked at him quizzically before he repeated his earlier question.

"I got a reindeer cookie- what about you?"

You let out a small, musical laugh and adjusted the tray so your palm was flat under it and you could show off your cookie as proof. The man let out a laugh that matched yours and took a bite of his cookie. You smiled and waited for his consus on the baked treat.

"Cookie is good. Yours is fitting for you," he ventured, smiling proudly when he saw a bit of blush dust your cheeks. "I'm Bradley, by the way. Figured I should introduce myself to my new bunkmate."

"Bunkmate?" you raised your eyebrows, amused as you saw his face start to scramble for the word he was actually looking for.

"Neighbor!" he exclaimed, a bit louder than he intended, earning another chuckle from you as you took a bite of your cookie. "Sorry, I'm a pilot in the Navy- we just got off assignment and came up here."

You felt your chest tighten a bit, feeling dumb for already feeling an attraction to the man in front of you in the hallway.

"We?" you ventured. He winked and raised his cookie to you.

"I'm sure I'll see you around," he smirked, "angel."

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You sat staring at your screen again a few hours later, trying to shake the earlier interaction out of your head. You had moved from your room down to the common area, mounted deer heads and numerous Christmas decorations all focusing their attention on you as you tried to piece together your writing.

"See, I told you I'd see you around!"

You turned in the large leather chair to see the man from earlier. You pulled your headphone out of your ear and smiled, grateful that at least this time, you could remember the name that went with the face.

"Bradley," you greeted, "glad your could find me in all this vaster winterness." You gestured to the cabin around you, laughing at the contradiction. He flashed you what you assumed with his signature smile and you rolled your eyes, returning the grin.

"You heading out to dinner?" He tossed a thumb over his shoulder and you felt the crisp mountain air sting you to your bones as the door opened and multiple other lodgers left. You shook your head.

"I'm going to stay in tonight for food. But maybe another time I'll venture out." He nodded, a twinge of sadness evident in his eyes. He quickly erased it.

"Then I'll catch you later. Good luck with," he wildly gesticulated to you in the chair and your laptop, "all whatever you're working on."

As you watched him head towards the door, you noticed the small backwards glance he threw your way, almost pleading you to come with him. You shook your head, trying to clear the vision out of your mind. You had met this man- Bradley- about 5 hours prior. Whatever you thought you felt couldn't be real. Plus, he said "we" so you could only assume he was a flirt and there with an actual date. You sighed and went back to writing, grateful for the peace and quiet.

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You hadn't realised how late it had gotten when the cabin door opened and in fell a somewhat intoxicated group that all seemed to know each other. You snugged the faux fur blanket closer to you, appreciating the warmth as your eyes scanned over the group.

"Well, hello neighbors," you commented to yourself, smirking as you watched a few stumble off to rooms further down the hall. You were grateful for the open layout of the cabin, with the hallway upstairs looking down on the main common-area. After giggling as a few stumbled with keys to their respective rooms, you glanced back towards the door.

There, in a loud conversation was Bradley, a tall blond in flannel, and a shorter dark-haired female. You almost missed the shorter male behind the tail end of the group, his glasses reflecting off their numerous glittering Christmas lights that were now on full display.

You turned back to your laptop, afraid to catch Bradley's eye, but he quickly spotted you. He beelined for your seat on the couch and you giggled a bit as the couch jostled. You looked up to see that his crew had followed him over.

"Alright team, this here is Angel."

Your head snapped to look at Bradley, not sure exactly how you felt about the nickname, but the crew in front of you just nodded like it was the most normal name in the world. Bradley laughed at the confusion.

"Seems like you're the only one here who isn't used to the weird callsigns, hun. Here we've got Hangman," the blond gave you a mock salute and a sultry wink (to which Bradley rolled his eyes), "and Phoenix" the woman in front of you smiled with a small 'hi' "and Bob." The man in glassed gave you sheepish smile and wave.

"Bob's both his name and his callsign. Double whammy," the blond (Hangman?) commented with a chuckle as he sat down in a tall plush leather chair nearby. Phoenix followed suit, as did Bob, both settling into their respective seats around the fireplace.

"Are you all pilots?" You earned a variety of nods and affirmative noises. You laughed at the ridiculousness of this vacation so far. "And the others that went up before?" More nods, but Bradley added more clarification.

"Coyote, Fanboy, Halo, and Payback. Sorry, they're with us too." Bradley's grin grew wider as he slid a bit closer to you on the couch. the movement did not go unnoticed by Phoenix and Bob who exchanged a smirk while Hangman lit up a cigar he had found somewhere.

"And what about you?" You asked pointedly, forcing Bradley to turn and look at you. You explained, "Everyone else here has a nickname-"

"-callsign," Hangman corrected, smoke billowing lightly up from his lit cigar.

"-callsign, whatever," you turned back to Bradley, "but I feel like you broke a cardinal rule and told me your real name. It's not a government secret, right? You don't have to kill me?" Bradley laughed a bit as the rest of the group joined in, "because my editor would be really pissed."

"Rooster," his tongue shot out to lick his bottom lip as his hand gently touched yours, "They call me Rooster," he paused, waiting for an inquisition, but when none came, he offered one up any way.

"My dad was 'Goose,' so I guess the avian comparison runs in the family." You giggled a bit and turned your hand, squeezing as your palm touched Bradley's.

After the initial meet and greet, the conversation turned to much more military related content, but you were thrilled to be curled up on the couch under your blanket, hand never straying from Bradley's while you listened in on all the commentary. After some time, you met the group that had gone up earlier and the conversation got a bit more interesting and louder with the addition of new teammates and too much booze to keep track of.

All the while, Bradley's hand stayed snug in yours. You watched as he talked animatedly about something (maybe dealing with a plane? a mission? You weren't sure, but were enraptured nonetheless.) Every so often he would toss you a smile and you would feel your heart flutter, still not quite sure how you had ended up in this predicament.

After about your fifth yawn, Bradley squeezed your hand and stood up. The crew immediately started booing and begging Rooster to stay. Someone (Fanboy?) threw a pillow that hit Bradley square in the chest. He put his hand up in mock apology and started walking you out of direct fire form any more decorative pillows.

"Sorry gang, gotta get this pretty lady off to bed!" Hoots and hollers made you blush as Bradley rolled his eyes. He looked at you as he headed for the stairs. "They're assholes, ignore them," he commented as you started up towards your room, Bradley close on your heels.

Once at your door, you were keenly away that everyone downstairs was trying desperately not to make a sound, but after a few hours of imbibing, their "shhhhhh's!" and "be quiets!" were incredibly loud. You laughed and pointed a thumb to your door.

"Well, I guess this is me..." you stated, looking down at your shoes. Bradley reached up and you thought for a split second he was going to kiss you and your mind started to panic, not only with a man you had known for less than a day, but also an audience below.

When he pressed his lips to your knuckles, you jumped. You hadn't noticed that he had scooped up your hand again. He smiled and nodded, not wanting to deal with the commentary of the idiots either. You leaned forward and pressed a slight kiss to his cheek and saw a bit of a blush appear.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Rooster," you teased with a wink. He gave you a laugh back.

"Night, Angel. Can't wait until tomorrow."

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A/N: It's fluff. It's not related to Top Gun: Maverick. I don't care. Enjoy, you fluffy Christmas story lovers. If you'd like a part 2, drop a comment. Thanks! <3

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cheesus-doodles · 2 years

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Going Home: Chapter 2

Yandere Platonic Toman

a big thanks to all my wonderful, patient readers, especially those that voted to have me work on this - it's a relief and a joy to finally be able to get this out to yall <3 there was so much more I had hoped to write, but alas, time restrictions. Enjoy!

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Going Home: Chapter 1

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“Did you hear? They upped that bounty again.” Naoto was usually good at tuning out the mundane chatter of his fellow policemen bustling around his cubicle - it was a skill he had trained over many years of work. Yet there was something in his gut about that line that had him paying attention to station gossip for once; the detective couldn’t quite recall anything about a bounty mentioned in the last two years.

Ears perking up as the two continued over the divide of an office cubicle unaware of their eavesdropper, the black-haired man leaned in as close as he could. “50 million yen, imagine that. More than a year’s salary, all that just for a safe return.”

No, Naoto chuckled to himself, mentally pushing away that photo of you still dressed in the uniform of a school that no longer exists attached to your file as he tried to focus back on the double homicide case open in front of him - there was absolutely no way that they were talking about you, right? But as the conversation unfolded, the unease at the back of his mind only grew.

“Never gave up, huh? It’s been twelve years now, can’t imagine what those criminals want with her."

“You gotta feel bad though. She was only fourteen ya know - my girl’s fourteen this year too."

His heart sank instantly. Despite all the odds, it was you - there was no doubt about it. But how could this be? You were of course still missing, as you had been for twelve years, and Naoto was dead certain that there was no open case on you, let alone a bounty enough to make anyone's eyes water - he had told Takemichi himself just a week and a half before. Even as the conversation took a turn for the lighter topics of upcoming vacations and bonuses, the black-haired police remained stuck, fingers frozen on his keyboard, mind whirling as he struggled to recall. Was there a memory refresh that he failed to notice? Did this change in his present mean that Takemichi was back from the future?

But it was one thought and one thought alone that quickly dominated the front of his mind, sending a shiver down his spine as it always did previously. If the future did truly change without his knowledge, then there was a possibility-

Hina-

Yet his rigid fingers refused to obey his mind’s orders to fly across the spotless, worn keyboard just like they had a few seconds ago despite it feeling much longer, remaining stubbornly stuck to the same keys they had been resting on. No matter how much he mentally screamed at them, pleaded with them, begged them to just move, to type in his sister’s name into the search bar just like they had so many times before, all he could do in the moment was watch the blinking cursor mock him.

“Tachibana-san? Are you all right?” A gentle touch to his shoulder had him all but leap from his seat, though Naoto had at least enough restraint not to swing at the thought intruder even in his shock.

Eyes flying up from his screen, his widened gaze met a pair of furrowed eyebrows framing a concerned look from his fellow detective occupying the cubicle next to him. “I-I’m fine,” The Tachibana sibling stammered out, hurriedly wiping off his sweaty palms on the sides of his pants.

“You’re shaking!” She tutted, looking him over, her tone quickly softening to a gentle lull. “I think you should take the day off, Tachibana-san. I heard about what happened when I got back, my condolences about your sister.”

So Hina didn’t make it in this future either. But still there was something very wrong, his instincts screamed at him, and combined with the feeling of a thousand snakes crawling under his skin making the hair on the nape of his neck stand, the detective was more than inclined to believe the churn of his gut.

Stepping out into the cool night, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky to block the shine of the full moon smiling down ever so gently upon Naoto as he rushed out from the station with a single mind to get home as quickly as possible. The flap of loose papers haphazardly stuffed into his bag threatened to set themselves free in the tail breeze he kicked up as the man slid into his car, engine letting out a choked cough as it was forced to life. The slumbering streets of Tokyo felt unusually silent despite nothing being out of the ordinary - the occasional drunk lying fast asleep along the pavement being the only signs of life. But for all his reckless driving and breakneck speed, flinging open his front door only to find Takemichi's slumbering body, still frozen on the makeshift bed as it had been for the past three weeks, only led Naoto to a single, troubling conclusion.

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Across on the other side of town, tucked away safely in the heart of the headquarters belonging to Japan’s most dangerous syndicate, you were snoozing away peacefully under the same shared moonlight, blissfully unaware of the turmoil you had unknowingly stirred up.

Snuggled tight under warm comfortable sheets and a familiar weight huddled in your arms, you had - in the drowsy haze of waking from a good night’s rest - initially brushed the previous day as nothing more than a creepy dream, a nightmare even. That it must have been just a dream, too bizarre to even consider that those heart-pounding events actually came to pass. Finding yourself in an unfamiliar alley with the school building nowhere in sight, being kidnapped by a man with no footsteps from your own house, only to be whisked away to find a white-haired sickly looking Mikey; you chuckled at the thought of your Toman friends flying into a panic at the absurdity of your story, perhaps even insisting that you went to have your head checked.

Yet as your heavy eyes fluttered open, you were confronted not with the first lights of dawn scattering through, or even the dim glow of the streetlamp that had faithfully stood outside your room for as long as you could remember - there was nothing but darkness. Eyes now flying open, your breath hitched - where were you? The glimpse of something white nestled in the crook of your neck did little to settle the thumping in your chest, the vain attempt in moving either of your legs or your left arm only adding fuel to the growing fire. This wasn’t home. This wasn’t your bed. Wha-

But right as the panic set in, your single free arm shooting out in a bid to yank yourself free, it was the low, sleepy mumble of your name emulating from an unseen face - the same one pressed firmly into your chest - that had you freeze before you could strike out at the offending party, your mind now choosing to instead offer up a familiar name to your clinger.

“Mikey?” You whispered.

The insistent nuzzle was your only response, individual strands of white hair thrown up, fluttering with every breath you exhaled, glittering even in the lack of light as Mikey tried to bury his face deeper in a bid to escape the disturbance. It was a strange mix of relief and reassurance that flooded you - the thought of the events of yesterday truly happening, that it hadn’t been just a dream - it was somehow comforting.

Letting a yawn, the first of the day, bubble up and out through your lips, running one hand through his hair brought about only more whimpers, Mikey's grip on your shirt, where he's been no doubt been stuck to the entire night, tightening further in his sleep. You didn't mind of course, you never did, no matter which Mikey he was. Allowing yourself to sink back under the thick covers, helped along by a for once in no hurry to start your day, you could only wonder how long you had been asleep - it was rare that you ever sleep in after all, not with hungry boys to feed at lunch time.

Still, as time ticked on, no matter how hard you tried, the feeling of dirt that clung to your skin from the previous day and the itch of your school uniform was getting impossible to ignore. And you did try your best, your friend’s once-sorrowful face now smoothened out in his sleep too peaceful for you to disrupt - it must have been a while since he had a good rest, you gently tracing the tips of your fingers across his dark eyebags. Yet the desire to feel the grime of yesterday gone became too overwhelming, and you could only allow the expected guilt to weigh on your gut as you carefully pried yourself free from Mikey, the familiar, heart-wrenching whine that had started up quickly dying down when you reattach the notorious snuggler to a bolster, as you had so many times before.

The comfortable silence that hung over Mikey’s bedroom was only broken by another yawn and a groan of satisfaction as you stretched out cramped limbs, with several muffled knocks soon joining the small cacophony of sound as you tried to feel out the doorway you vaguely remember stumbling through - you made sure it was nothing loud enough to wake your sleeping friend at least. Too worn out to have noticed which direction you had stumbled in the previous day, you could only resort to fumbling about in the shadows, outstretched hands feeling for any sort of handle or frame that would indicate a door. At least with the tiny room, it didn’t take long for your hands to catch on, the cold of the metal door handle that froze the tips of your fingers a good sign. But the flood of light that burst through the tiniest crack of the door had you instantly regretting your decision, the sudden brightness overwhelming your sensitive eyes.

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Life was hard, bemoaned Ran. Taking a stroll down luxuriously decorated corridors, the only thing Ran could think of at the moment was the small specks of dirty red that stained his custom tailored suit and his sore feet. A horrible combination of having his intended targets lead on a wild goose chase down countless smelly alleys in a vain attempt to escape their sealed fates, combined with having to shoot them way too close for comfort had left him being completely exhausted.

Yet despite his need to just crumble right where he stood and take a nice, long nap sprawled across the plush carpets, him in such a tragic state was a sight Rindo would absolutely kill to see, and that was the last thing Ran would ever allow his younger brother to have the pleasure of. And so against the wishes of his screaming, aching muscles, the man all but willed his body to keep moving - hold out just a bit longer for a hot shower and his soft, warm, comfy bed was the mantra he repeated to himself on every agonizing step. But the older of the two Haitani brothers quickly found himself thankful for having made the initially awful decision to make the journey.

It was the small crack of complete darkness that contrasted so vastly against the matted wood of that dreaded white door and the backdrop of eternally lit corridors that instantly caught even his weary eyes as he rounded the corner towards Executives’ Row, the glint of an eye carefully peering out somehow gleaming brighter than the polished gold of the overhead chandelier for a brilliant moment.

And in that moment as he strided near Mikey’s door, your eye swung up to catch his, and you blinked. In surprise, Ran guessed, since it was rare to have any foot traffic round this part of the building - he must have been the first person you saw all this time. But when you instead pulled the door further open to allow yourself to shimmer out the narrow gap, the single beam of light briefly illuminating his boss’s figure huddled up in bed before the door was lightly shut behind you, the Bonten executive couldn’t claim that he understood what went through your mind in that moment.

Staring up at him with wide eyes, you having to take a deep breath before pulling yourself together to speak up. “Sorry to bother, but do you know where I could find the shower?”

You stood out almost painfully among the hardened criminals that roamed Bonten Headquarters - and it wasn’t your rumpled school uniform: it was rather well known that certain… members of their esteemed organization had their tastes. But rather it was your whole person - from your delicate hands to the softness of your face, and those eyes. Those big innocent eyes that hid nothing from the world - one look was all Ran needed to tell that you didn’t belong in their underworld, your thoughts and feelings pouring forth with barely a filter. Plus the fact that you had deemed him, of all people, safe enough to leave the confines of Mikey’s room despite his person being clearly covered in blood for such a simple question; you weren’t exactly the brightest kid on the block. Though perhaps you were right in your reading to an extent; Ran wasn’t about to touch anyone who clearly had his boss’ favor - enough to survive a night and a morning where no one else has ever treaded at least.

Slipping his hand into the pocket of his coat, the made-man was still somewhat surprised to see the lack of a fear response from you that the simple gesture elicited previously in so many victims and grunts alike, whether he was retrieving his gun or something much more innocuous. But it was just his pack of cigarettes this time, Ran gesturing for you to follow him a little ways down the corridor, to which you obediently tottered along much to his amusement, before lighting the stick now clenched between his teeth. Mikey always hated the smell, and you didn’t favor it either, your nose scrunching up as the smoke drifted towards you with the whirl of the air conditioning. “So you’re Mikey’s type huh? Never thought he liked his whores so young~”

The question was enough to break you out of your exceedingly polite coughing fit hidden behind one fragile hand, even if Ran had meant for it to be rhetorical. Furrowing your eyebrows, nothing could prepare the man for the next question that spilled from your lips. “A whore? What’s a whore?”

He gagged. That wretched gray smoke sputtered out in small breaths as Ran all but doubled over with laughter, the expression on your face swinging from bewildered to concern only adding to the pain in his sides. You had reached out, but he only waved your concern away, allowing himself to live through the rolling waves of highs and pain. Finally pulling himself together, the soreness of the day seemed to have all but melted away. “You’re joking right?”

You had to be; there was no way that school uniform was real. He knew the other executives were strange, but even they wouldn’t sink that low - it was an unspoken rule by far, but everyone knew better than to risk Mikey’s wrath. Throwing one arm over you, he leaned down. “Come on, you can tell me - how’s the old man in bed? He went in raw or what? I promise I won’t tattle~”

“Old ma- oh! You mean Mikey? His hair is quite white I suppose.” Tilting your head, Ran could see the gears in your head turning through those doe eyes. “He always likes to cuddle when he’s sleeping.”

Wha- Cuddling?

But just as Ran was about to open his mouth and ask you to elaborate whether it was the same kind of cuddling he was thinking of, it was about then that Kakucho’s cryptic warning, dished out in passing as the two met at the door to the dining room, which he had originally dismissed to the back of his mind swung back to hit him like a brick. If you see a girl in a middle school uniform around, mess with her at your own risk.

No fucking way.

Immediately dropping his arm from you, Ran took a step back, his neglected cigarette quickly finding its way back between his lips as the executive let out a shaky laugh. Fuck. That explained a lot. So you were that girl - Mikey’s missing girl. A lot younger than he was expecting, but still. He didn’t imagine the boss would take very kindly to Ran’s prodding of you regardless, much less so after searching the length and breadth of Japan for you for twelve straight years.

Turning only briefly to stub out his cigarette on a nearby ashtray, the Bonten executive exhaled the last of his smoke break in the direction of a vent, before facing you once more. Pulling up the best older-brother smile he could muster (those that he reserved to use on Rindo when he accidentally shoots him in the foot again), Ran cranked his charisma to the max. “I suppose Mikey can be pretty sweet at times huh?”

Dear god if the others heard the things he was saying. But this was a do-or-die, and luckily for him, you were no way as cunning as the bastards he usually deals with. Probably way too kind to laugh, too naive to realize his backtracking, you seem to almost gladly take the bait. “He is! Mikey really doesn’t have a mean bone - just a tad protective honestly.”

Right, not a single mean bone. The boss of Bonten, the single largest and most feared criminal organization in Japan with its sticky fingers in the most horrid illegal activities imaginable, had just a small problem with how possessive he was. Sure. Maybe. Ran really couldn’t tell what was hurtling through what must have been a pretty empty space in your head, and he didn’t think he would want to ever find out, but if it worked in his favor, well - you wouldn’t find him complaining. Kind smile never once slipping, the man reached down to gently brush a lock of hair out of your face, before lazily straightening back up.

He knew what he was doing well; a gentle blush instantly blooming across your cheeks, though Ran didn’t miss the confusion washing across your eyes before you shyly dropped your gaze from his. Ah, to be innocent once more. “Pardon me, it seems I got sidetracked. You were looking for the shower, weren’t you?”

“I- yes?” You squeaked out, before you seemingly caught yourself, blinking several times as if breaking yourself out of a spell, your voice quickly returning to normal. “Yes, the shower please.”

“It’s down this way, you see that giant vase?” Ran pointed down the corridor he had hauled himself down just minutes earlier, the ornate white and blue Chinese vase he never once noticed now an eye-catching feature in the near distance, flowers and cranes glowing and dancing under the gentle glow of its dedicated spotlight. “Take a left, and it’s the first door on your right. You’ll find everything you need in there.”

Given that it was Koko’s private shower room went unsaid; that white-haired money freak was only about as scary as a bottle of shampoo next to Mikey’s wrath, and if leading you to the most luxurious shower meant there was a chance you forgot what he just said to you or even better, put in a good word for him with the boss, Ran would willingly, happily forfeit his month’s stipend. Hell, he would even forfeit two month’s worth if it met that he didn’t have to explain to Mikey why he dared even utter such crude words around you.

Your gaze followed his finger, lingering for a moment at the vase marking the junction, before you turned back to face him. Yet your eyes remained amusingly fixed on his waist as you chirped your thanks, before taking your hurried leave from his presence, all but running the short distance down the carpet-lined path and disappearing round the corridor. The slow creak of a well-worn hinge was somehow cute - Ran imagining you carefully pulling open the door and peaking inside to check if he was pulling a fast one on you - and then the soft click of the door locking behind you. Finally letting out the wretched sigh he had been holding, the Bonten executive allowed himself to slump against the wall, hand slipping back into his pocket to grasp at the familiar, crumpled box of cigarettes, the drying bloodstains dotting his suit long forgotten. Fucking hell.

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Separated by just a few streets and twelve years of yet unpassed time, it seemed no matter how hard Takemichi searched and researched, there was still no sign of you anywhere to be found in this quiet corner of town, nor any sign that the cruel afternoon heat that had been roasting him alive for the past two hours or so would finally have mercy on him and let up already. Letting out a wretched sigh as you failed to appear in the depths of yet another dumpster, the echo of the lid slamming shut behind him resounding across empty alleyways only seemed to taunt the blond-haired boy of his failure - of everything that had happened, how could he have forgotten about you?

You, the one trigger that every part of that wretched future seemed to be linked to, whom Hina's future depended on. It was stupid of him to assume that just because he had prevented Draken’s death from coming to pass on the night of August 3rd, the slate would have been wiped clean. Yet now with you now truly missing from the past, Takemichi could only dry his bitter tears on his school uniform’s sweat soaked sleeve - despite all he and Naoto had worked for, it seemed that the same future would come to pass once more.

That same memory he had of you from the hospital kept replaying itself in his head no matter how much the blond-haired boy tried to force it back, haunting him like a ghost, taunting his failures. It was always the same scene: him catching sight of you seated in a small private room at the end of a busy corridor alone while partially hidden behind a wall, watching from a distance as you bundled Mikey in your arms, him crumpling and weeping into your chest. The white of the bandages neatly bound around your hand from where you tried to catch the knife almost glowing under the harsh white lights, standing out against the gold of the Toman President’s hair as you ran it through your friend’s hair, what seemed like a hum on your lips as you bent to press a kiss to the top of his head. A reminder that despite Mikey’s invincible strength, he was still just a kid inside - one that needed comfort as much as Takemichi did, a place to seek refuge from the harsh world - comfort that he found in you.

Comforts that all the Toman founders found in you and your loving arms according to weary, overly cautious members who spoke only in hushed tones, which they were now forced to endure without even as life marched relentlessly on, bringing Takemichi full-circle back to this situation he was trapped in. What to do? Was there anything more he could even do?

The ping of a new message broke his train of thoughts, though far from being the good news he hoped for, it was just the quarter-hourly text from Draken that lit the small screen of his flip phone. Yet another sigh slipped his lips before Takemichi could stop it, the blond-haired boy slumping against the brick-lined wall that stretched endlessly into the distance, glumly replying a negative to the Toman Vice Captain before tucking his phone away. This was all his fault. If only he had drummed up the courage to approach you after saving Draken, there was a chance that he could have saved Hina-

Wait. Draken was saved. He didn’t die. And that meant-

Pushing off from the wall, his feet barely made a tap against the concrete as Takemichi all but flew down the path, mind set in a single-minded attempt to reach the Tachibana residence as fast as humanly possible. The future was not all that set in stone just yet it seemed.

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The steam gently rising from the floor in a cloud was usually an indicator that your time in the shower was up, but seated under the hot water raining down on your skin, alone with time to yourself, it was little wonder your reluctance to leave the small comfort you found sapped away your will. And so here you were, sat on a small stool underneath a trickle of running water, with the lingering fragrance of expensive yet unfamiliar soaps you barely dared use still tickling your nose (in your defense, they were the only ones available), thinking.

Not only did you just realize you had no clean clothes to change into after your shower, having already accidentally sprayed your only set when you were momentarily overpowered by the shower head, it was only amidst the quiet of the bathroom - alone for the first time in the whirlwind of the past twenty-four hours - when the realization finally dawned on you that wherever this was, it wasn’t home. Yes, you were undoubtedly still in Shibuya, Tokyo - the train stations you were whisked past were unmistakable, no matter how blurred and brief your view of the outside was.

Yet the Tokyo that laid tauntingly out of reach, hidden behind the opulent walls of this labyrinth of corridors - it wasn’t the same lively city you had awoken to yesterday morning. The sun that would rise or had risen, it couldn’t be the same sun that had bathed you in its gentle glow as it peaked over the horizon as you locked your front door behind you. And the most concerning of all was the unrecognizable Mikey you had fallen asleep with. This was no dream, but at the same time, how could it not be? Whatever was happening to you was supposed to be the stuff of books - mere fantasy trapped safely behind printed words.

So where were you? The patter of water raining down on the tiled floor held no answers for your question, and so your mind turned to the other pressing issue.

That man. Even now safely behind the double-locked door of the pristine shower room, the mere memory of the fleeting brush of his fingertips across your cheek was enough to set your face alight once more, and you quickly turned to bury your face into your hands, the fog doing little to hide the flushing face reflected in the wall-to-ceiling mirror from you. You hadn’t dared look back even once at the overly charming purple-haired man as you tried to distance yourself as quickly as it was polite, yet you couldn’t deny that the little skip in your heartbeat at his lazy, charming smile despite the earlier bombardment of strange, weird questions you couldn’t understand - what was wrong with you?

Carefully touching one cheek as if you could feel the heat radiating through your skin, you could only hope that you wouldn’t run into him again, waiting to ambush you with more questions outside the door. You think you liked the polite, distant Kakucho a lot more.

But it seemed that fate had ordained that your peace was over, broken by a sudden loud bang that had you almost toppling off your perch, wood shuddering under the force of the impact, right before another mighty hit to the edge of the lock sent the metal rattling. Despite your first thought being that mysterious man for reasons beyond you, the holler of your name - a desperate prayer leaving the lips of an anguished devotee - resonating through the inch-thick door and echoing around the marble-tiled room that brought your wandering mind firmly back to earth.

“Mikey!” You squeaked, hurriedly reaching up to switch the tap off, the other hand stretching out towards the stack of towels. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust the door, but it was a precaution should the groaning wood give way. “Mikey, it’s okay! I'm here.”

The reassurance seemed enough to at least calm your friend down, the cacophony of the white-haired man all but trying to break down the offensive door instantly dying away, swallowed into the silence that permeated every corner of this seemingly lifeless place. Yet it was the heart wrenching whimper of your name, a quiet whine which followed that pierced the veil of the otherworldly quietness through the solid wood door, reaching your ears loud and clear. “You didn’t leave me.”

Your chest tightened. "I'm right here.” You whispered. “Just had to take a shower."

A pause. "Can I come in?"

The chuckle slipped your lips before you could stop yourself, the amused smile breaking out onto your face clearly reflected on the mirror through the swirling mist even as you carefully righted yourself back onto the stool. It seemed no matter what had transpired, Mikey was still the same boy you knew deep down. "Still a no from me, Mikey."

"But I got clothes for you."

You perked up - indeed a clean change would be sorely welcomed. "Could you pass them to me please? Just a few more minutes okay?"

A promise of attention later was rarely a high enough prize when dangled alongside shower time; one of those unfortunate lessons you had to learn the hard way. You held your breath. "Fine. Open up."

Your sigh of relief was palpable, though the change in tune didn’t slip your attention. Reaching for the silver handle, it took mere seconds from the click of the door being unlocked and pulled ever so slightly open for Mikey to shove a set of clothes through the small gap before yanking it back shut behind him. Though you were almost pulled off your perch for the second time seeing that you had failed to let go of the door handle in time, you still thanked whoever was looking out for you that you had managed to catch the freshly-pressed set with a quick mumbled prayer - you really didn’t fancy having to wear wet clothes, especially after what happened to your first set.

Picking yourself off the stool, you easily recognised the patterns and embroidery adorning the various articles of clothing - this was undoubtedly yours, taken from your house, complete with underwear. Someone must have made the trip at one point in time, and you really did hope it was Mikey - the idea of a complete stranger rummaging through your underwear drawer made you uncomfortable.

“You spoke to Ran.”

“Ran?” You echoed the unfamiliar name - that must have been the name of the purple-haired man from earlier. But you don’t recall a Ran in the ranks of Toman - a new friend perhaps? “How did you know?”

Mikey fell silent for a moment. “I don’t want you talking with him.”

So not a friend, you assume, or at least not a friend you were allowed to have. You didn't answer, instead letting out a sigh as you reached up to turn the shower back on, rinsing off the last of the soap still tangled up in your hair, though it was a glint of purple from one of the multitude of bottles you caught in the corner of your eye that sparked a sudden burst of curiosity. “Mikey?"

“Mmm?”

“What’s a whore?”

Two floors down, a certain purple-haired man felt a shiver go down his spine.

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It was instantly clear to Takemichi that he was back in his own twenty-six year old body through just the glare of the familiar overhead lights that never failed to hurt his eyes. Letting out a groan as he struggled to sit back up after three weeks of inactivity, the black-haired man opted to allow his head to drop back onto the acceptably soft cushion of the couch - the clap of his hand against a younger Naoto was the easiest part of any time leap.

“Takemichi! You’re back!”

At least this time around, he didn’t need to face an oncoming train to find Naoto. But there was no rest for the weary it seemed, as the black-haired man was solidly lifted from where he was recovering, a pair of strong hands clamped around his shoulders shaking him like he was the last chip in the Pringle can.

“The future changed, Takemichi!”

“As it’s supposed to?” Was all he managed to get out without biting his tongue - he swore he could feel his mind rattling away in his skull.

But his question only seemed to agitate the younger Tachibana further, the police detective instantly dropping the man back down onto the couch in favour of pinching his nose, looking scarily similar to his former high school teacher having to deal with yet another stupid question. "No, you don't understand. It changed while you were in the past.

The grim look Naoto wore only grew with the horror dawning on his face. “You mean-”

“There’s another time leaper.”

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“Come on Mikey, I’m sure he didn’t mean anything bad.” You were sure you had done something right by meekly requesting Mikey to stay with you upon him falling into a sudden silence at your question, which he begrudgingly obliged - at least you had hoped Mikey’s friend would be safe from a beating you had once again unknowingly caused.

Emerging from the shower room to find Mikey huddled into himself against the doorway, the man wasted little time in flinging himself at you, bony arms flushing you tight against him as he buried his face into your shirt. Although it seemed that not all was right, the man instantly pulling away offended after taking a single sniff, abyss eyes turning up to meet your own even as his nose wrinkled, looking much like a puppy who had a strong whiff of lemon. “You don’t smell like you.”

“It’s me.” You reassured him, releasing him from your arms to lift your shirt and have a smell yourself - it was well known how much your friends like the smell of that one soap you had been using back home. Having you use something new on no notice at all must be especially jarring. “I think it’s the soap. Sorry Mikey, there was only one type in there.”

“I don’t want you using this shower. You use only mine, I’ll get you the same soap you use.” Taking another sniff did little to settle your friend, who only grew more disturbed. “Bathe again in my shower.”

Letting your cat-printed shirt fall back down to drape over you, you offered one delicate hand to him. “Come on, I swear I’m already clean!”

Carefully intertwining his fingers in yours, Mikey didn’t seem to want to back down. “This shower’s dirty,” He insisted, stubbornly puffing up his cheeks, looking away when you tried to protest. "Bathe again.”

The laughter bubbled up freely through your lips as you pecked a kiss to his forehead, feeling him melt into your arms once more. “I’ll think about it later, okay Mikey?”

It was the new addition to the overwhelmingly decorated corridors that instantly caught your eye as the two of you traveled the short distance back to Mikey’s room, your footsteps silenced by the plush carpet underfoot, your white-haired friend all but riding piggyback with the way he was clinging to you. A multitude of small fine china bowls, you thought you spied from the distance, the shimmering white embellished with flowers and covered with equally expensive looking porcelain covers quickly covering into view as you and Mikey neared, balanced on a shiny metal tray that had been reverently left on the contrastingly small and simple wooden table right beside your friend’s white bedroom door.

Food perhaps? It did seem to be around lunch time.

And you were quickly proven right, the steam from the freshly-cooked rice wafting up and dispersing in the cool air when you gently lifted the cover. Delicately assembled and beautifully displayed, the effort and sheer work that went into preparing each and every dish was more than clear to you as you carefully revealed every dish - masterfully cooked and skillfully diced lobster tail, beef, pork, vegetables and countless others sides that escaped your knowledge. A feast truly fit for a king. Yet it was only the last dish that had your friend finally leave where he had been huddled against your back, nimble fingers quick to snatch up what your eyes barely registered as a piece of taiyaki.

“Are you going to eat the rest?”

“Don’t wanna.” Came the muttered response, Mikey’s chin now back to resting against your shoulder, half the taiyaki already stuffed inside his mouth.

You sighed, gingerly replacing the cover; that was about the response you had expected from your notoriously picky friend. “You can't just eat taiyaki, Mikey. It's not healthy!"

“But I don’t wanna.” He whined, pressing his face into the crook of your shoulder, the taiyaki clutched in his hand dangled loosely over your other shoulder. “I don’t wanna.”

Oh Mikey definitely knew what he was doing, trying to wriggle his way out of eating anything that wasn’t cake in the shape of a fish. But despite his usually effective kicked-puppy tone that always had you melting and giving in, food was the one topic you never compromised on, and seeing how sickly he looks up close, you had your tricks to make your friend eat. “Ahh I was thinking of making some taiyakis, you know. It’s been a while since I did that.”

The interest was immediate, the man whipping his head up, abyss eyes turning to look at you. “Handmade taiyakis?” Mikey repeated weakly, the grip he had on the front of your shirt tightening.

“Mmm!” Instead feinting disappointment, you struggled to hide the smile as you looked away, wondering out loud. “But you know the rules - can’t eat two taiyakis in a row without a meal. So I guess that’ll have to wait.”

“No!” And there was the answer you were looking for, your white-haired friend throwing himself in front of you in an attempt to stop you from walking away, bundling himself into your arms. “I’ll eat it okay? But you gotta promise.”

Letting out a laugh, you pecked him on the forehead, before expertly twisting around to pick up the tray of food as you had a hundred times before. “I promise I’ll make those taiyakis for you. Come on, we can probably share this.”

It was in a room just two turns down from where you had spent the night that the two of you shared the lavish meal, you carefully spooning pieces of expensive meat atop little lumps of rice and feeding it to a scrunching Mikey, before having a scoop of food yourself. The room itself was bare-boned compared to even the corridor outside, consisting of nothing more than a large meeting table and a few chairs on each side, of which you and Mikey occupied two. It was a far cry from the homely feeling of your own dining room, though you had to admit that the rolling office chairs were extremely comfortable.

Little by little, the two of you chipped away at the meal, finishing right on time, with the last spoonful disappearing into your mouth when there was a quiet knock on the door. The plain wooden door didn’t swing open though like you had expected, but it seemed that it was for Mikey, his head snapping up to stare at the sound for a moment, before his eyes swung to you. “Do you know how to get back to my room from here?”

Humming, you recalled the short walk here as you thoughtfully chewed and swallowed. “Two rights, white door on the left?”

Mikey nodded, taking your hand and gently pulling you towards the doorway. “You head back first. There’s a meeting I need to attend.”

And his tone flattened, the playfulness that had swirled behind the black of his eyes fading away. “You go straight back and lock the door. Don’t stop, and don’t talk to anyone you see, you understand?”

You nodded.

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Sanzu doesn’t think he has had a better day than today in years, a rare hum trailing the path that his staggering silhouette carved through the halls of Bonten headquarters. Heaven must have been smiling down on him on this fabulous day, a crooked smile gracing his lips, though not everyone agreed, with the lower ranks of the criminal syndicate tripping over themselves to scram at the sight of a joyful Sanzu.

Mikey’s tray was returned empty. Every dish was polished, the kitchen told him; not even a grain of rice left for the first time in many years. Taking in a large breath, the pink-haired man let his chuckle mix with the pant of his exhale, turning his gaze up towards the ceiling, bright lights burning spots into his dilated eyes barely a bother. His muddled brain could think of nothing else, turning the same few words again and again around even as the high of the moment kept his overly relaxed muscles moving against their will - Mikey was eating. Oh his king was eating again.

Turning the corner seemed a bit too advanced for his drugged-up state, Sanzu barely managing to catch himself on a window ledge before he slammed into one of countless priceless statues that lined the corridor, instead tripping on thin air and landing face first on the carpeted ground. Yet even as he rolled onto his back with a throb in his nose, a mild trickle of blood for all his efforts in saving something he couldn’t care more about (fuck that money miser, he needed his drug money), all the Bonten executive could do was laugh and laugh and laugh, the empty giggles echoing down the empty hallways as the lights overhead continued to shine down uncaringly on his aching sides. Mikey was going to get better and stronger. And maybe Sanzu would even get some praise for his efforts. And damn those pills were strong, maybe he shouldn’t have taken so many if he was going to see the boss. And -

“Are you alright, mister?” A gentle voice broke his internal rambling, pink eyelashes flying open for a pair of steel blues to confront a blurry yet disturbingly familiar face overhead, the small patch of shadow cast over him by your delicate silhouette providing little respite from the throbbing lights. But as the features of your face slowly came into focus, and the memories came flooding back, Sanzu felt the panic and dread surge. No, no, no - you were supposed to be dead! That bounty wasn’t meant to turn up results, he made sure of it!

Were you just a ghost back to haunt him? To haunt Mikey?

“You’re- Sanzu, aren’t you?” But the delight that sparkled in your eyes told a different tale, a bright smile gracing your lips as you offered a hand. “I thought I recognised you from somewhere!”

Attempting to smack your hand away turned out to be a failure, so Sanzu just opted to ignore it, clambering to his swaying feet himself. “You- you’re-” He swallowed, before quickly catching himself. He knew exactly who you were, Mikey’s clear orders back from his Toman glory days roaring straight back to the front of his mind - no one was to look at you or to speak to you without his explicit say so. This was disobeying direct orders from his king. But you were supposed to be dead.

“Are you alright? You’re swaying!” An evil spirit, back to ruin everything he had done for Mikey. To ruin his beloved king.

His hands shot out, long fingers and scarred palms wrapping around your fragile neck, the flash of his Bonten tattoo prominent as his sleeves were pulled back. And he squeezed.

There was no talking needed, the Bonten executive concluded - he just had to get rid of you. You didn’t seem to put up much of a fight; your own fragile fingers doing little against his own, your coughing and pleading a muffled song in his ears as you tried in vain to free yourself from his grip. Sanzu wondered what you looked like dead - your skin ashen like the traitors of Bonten.

“Sanzu!” A roar from down the corridor, a gunshot.

Then a cacophony of pain erupted in his thigh, and you slipped from his clammy grip. Someone - or was it two? - rushed towards him, the parted black hair a clear giveaway. Kakucho. That fucking bootlicker, did he shoot him? “Sanzu, what the fuck are you doing?”

“Shit, you’re bleeding!” A voice hissed out, and Kakucho turned to look. And from the utmost corner of his eyes, Sanzu sees it. The crown of white hair bowed down, smoking gun set to his side as he carefully shifted a heaving you into his arms, bright red blood pooling in your palm and staining his.

It was Mikey.

He had been shot by his king.

“Your neck.” Came Mikey’s quiet whisper, loud and clear in the deadly silence that followed, the Bonten boss gently running the tips of his fingers across the black and blue bruises that littered your neck, still dark where his hands had been moments ago - now nothing more than a mocking reminder of his failure even as his signature striped vest grew wet with his own blood. The pain of being shot was almost dull by now, replaced by a certain euphoria, and Sanzu giggled. The honor. He might die by Mikey’s hands. “Kakucho, give me your handkerchief. And call the doctor.”

“I’m fine, Mikey. Really.”

Several shuffles as Mikey strolled into his direct view, you bundled safe and soundly in his arms. It was the final gaze his boss spared him that instantly plunged the pink-haired men into cold water, before he turned to leave with his priceless cargo. Empty. His eyes were empty. “Kakucho.”

“Yes sir.”

There was no disgust, no anger left for him.

The seconds that ticked as Kakucho stood by, waiting for the boss to turn the corner and disappear, were agonizing. He lost - Sanzu lost. Lost his king to a little slut from the past. But the Bonten third in command had seemingly yet to understand, instead squatting by him as he retrieved a roll of bandage from the depths of his pocket. “Do you actually want to die? You know who that is!”

“You d-don’t unde-rstand.” He sang, though the heaviness of his tongue slurred every word, letting out an oompf as Kakucho tightened the bandage around his leg. “No-nothing but pr-oblems wit-h her around.”

Cryptic warning issued, the world around him promptly turned black.

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