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➶-͙˚ ༘✶ F*CK THE LIST

✧.* CHAPTER 2 || Fuck The Foolish Mistakes

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A continued tale after Gojo Satoru's blackmailing seemed to have much more to it than meets the eye.

[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language, masturbation, pervy!gojo, tw; mentions/hints of stalking & obsession, some heinous activities, dark themes, disturbing actions, etc.

[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 5.2k

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader.

[ [ chapters mlist } ]

——THE SUMMER BEFORE everything went to shit for you was the same summer in which you and Shoko decided to move in together. For two months of break, it felt so much longer than that. It was a time in which you spent getting closer and closer to Shoko, so much so that it was only natural that you would call her one of your closest friends.

Although, said friendship seemed rather one-sided. Sure, you both got along pretty well but from what it seemed— Shoko had plenty of other friends to run to whenever she wished. So, after you realized that, you got a bit more real with yourself and dubbed her as simply your roommate. Closest friend, but roommate nonetheless.

This summer was also spent single after you’d gotten dumped a few weeks before the last semester ended. You were sad about it for a while but Shoko was there to cheer you up. Meanwhile, the other people you thought were your friends steadily started to showcase their truer colors, revealing how they never really cared too much about you to begin with and dropped you just like your boyfriend had.

Ah, whatever, that’s all old stuff anyway. It took you maybe a week to get over all that foolishness. So by the time summertime came around, you thought things would get better for you. Instead, you lost your job and that’s where your struggle began. You may have picked up one or two during your summer break but ultimately, none of them stuck long enough to trickle over to your final two semesters of school.

And as you went through such things, a certain someone was keeping track of it all like some fucking stalker. This person in question being none other than Gojo Satoru himself. Unlike you, his summer was rather pleasant. He started babysitting due to his not-so-hidden love for children, he went out a decent number of times, and he heard things about you without even asking.

Why? Because he had a wonderful friend who talked about you to no end— Gojo became very thankful for Shoko because it’s due to her that the pages of his notebook began to fill with endless entries about you. Perhaps journaling you became some kind of hobby for him.

Or maybe it was the fact that he couldn’t see you as much since it was summertime so he treasured every bit of information he got on you. Why was he so hooked on noting it all down though? Was it really curiosity at this point or, was it something so much more? He’d long since labeled it as a crush but that doesn’t excuse his journaling.

Hell, at one point Gojo found himself mindlessly writing down vivid details of the way your laugh sounds— from any pitch that’s ever grazed his ears, to the number of breaths taken before and after. It was then that Gojo dropped his pencil and read over what the hell he’d written down.

His hand shot up to his forehead and his fingers went to soothe his temples, brows tensing, and eyes narrowing at his own words. Did he… Did he really just sit here and describe a woman, who he’s never spoken to, and how her laugh sounds? At the realization, Gojo had to close his journal and push it away from himself.

Sometimes, he may try to pretend like he doesn’t see any harm behind this journaling thing of his but at moments like this… He nearly creeps himself out. Imagine if you were to ever stumble upon such a thing. Gojo’s almost disgusted with himself. Not even a hi or hello has ever been spoken to you and yet here he was printing the details of that joyful sound you make when you find something humorous.

Gojo was very self-aware by that point, mentally telling himself that he needed to stop this madness and just talk to you like he craved. Maybe Suguru was right, maybe your having a boyfriend didn’t matter.

On that day, Gojo should’ve listened to his own warnings. He should’ve taken care of his own red flags right then and there.

But instead, he only got worse.

—--

Depicting the details of your laughter was one thing. But going out of his way to print out photos of you he’d found on Instagram was an entirely different level of crazy.

Okay, so perhaps this was no longer just some cute lil’ crush… Gojo doesn’t know how his… curiosity got so dark. He doesn’t know where or when it really started but at some point, he thinks he became aware that this wasn’t exactly normal. Eventually, Gojo realized this was more of an obsession— you were an obsession.

A scary one too. Even scary to himself. The mere mention of your name would make Gojo’s heart race, whenever Shoko came around smelling like you in the slightest bit, Gojo could feel his mind blur and his thoughts instantly run to you.

One time Shoko, who was just as oblivious to this as everyone else at the time, showed the man a video of you and her trying some challenge together. Gojo doesn’t remember the challenge at all or even what either of you was doing in that video but he does remember having his eyes all over you.

He remembers seeing you hug Shoko by the end of the video and the feeling that burned in his heart. Such a deep form of jealousy swirled inside him and he couldn’t understand it. He never cared about Shoko being close to you before but now, it had pained him to watch his friend have the opportunity to feel you– to talk to you.

Something that Gojo told himself he no longer deserved to do. Yeah, he knows it was even more foolish but he felt as though he should be self-punished for his strange actions in regards to you. 

Those photos that he printed of you went right into his journal, along with an entry about how he wonders what it’s like to feel your touch. He wonders what holding a full conversation with you would be like. Would you laugh at the things he says? Would you playfully hit him if he utters something ridiculous? Are your hands soft? Would they feel soft wrapped around his cock-

Yet again did Gojo find himself dropping his pencil. Though, he doesn’t know which reason was worse. The fact that he really wrote that question down or the throb he felt in his cock at the mere thought of said question. Gulping, he told himself for the millionth time that he was losing his damn mind.

So much so that he had to push his journal away and really think about what the hell he just asked. He tipped his head back and stared up at the ceiling, letting out a long sigh at himself. He’d lost it, hadn’t he? Thinking about you in such a vulgar way without even knowing what talking to you is like is the very definition of insanity, yes?

No, this is just his obsession. He’s not insane. But hey, maybe the two go hand and hand— maybe there’s no difference between being batshit crazy and obsessing over someone…

Either way, Gojo tries to collect himself, moving to look down at his current state only to find that his cock didn’t just throb, instead the damn thing got hard. The sight was disappointing, to say the least. Gojo stared at the outline of his dick, wondering what the hell is wrong with his body and how the fuck he got hard so damn fast. All he did was think about you…

He moves to part his legs a bit more, trying to comfort himself and deciding he was going to ignore his boner and just return to writing. Though, as he leans up and pulls his journal back toward himself, his cock aches yet again. Gojo lets out a little groan, somewhat scolding himself for being like this.

And then he manages to ignore himself for a bit longer. At least, up until he does nothing more than read your name on his page. His focus narrowed in on the letters of your name, the sound of it echoing throughout his brain before his lips parted and he let out a sound.

His hand shoots up to his face and he covers his mouth, completely confused as to what the hell he’d just done. There was absolutely no way he’d nearly moaned at your name alone. Oh this was… No, he was losing it-, not even, he’d lost it already.

Gojo steadily wiped his mouth, fingers rubbing over his jawline for a moment before he looked down to his crotch. He could now feel how stupidly wet his tip was. Was he in heat or something? How the hell did he get so horny from… reading your name? Thinking about you? Hell, he doesn’t even know where to pinpoint the cause of all this anymore.

Shaking his head, his first thought was that he was in no way going to touch himself to the thought of you. Absolutely not. Fuck no. He may be obsessed but he’s not a… actually, there’s really no word he could use to describe what he’s not right now because he pretty much checks every box for an obsessive pervert.

“Shit,” Gojo huffed, glancing over to his wide-open room door. A second passes, then two, then three before he’s standing to his feet and walking over to the door.

The man glanced out into the hall, finding no signs of Geto anywhere before he shuts his door. Then, he pauses and stares at the lock. He’s not really about to do this, is he?

…

He locks the door and rushes right back over to his seat. Gojo slouches back a little this time and his legs part, his eyes low on his hard cock resting against his thigh and how painfully it was bulging against the fabric of his clothes.

“Fuckin’ hell,” He whispers. There’s no way you’d gotten him this hard…

You and your… everything. The very idea of you made Gojo roll his hips upward, causing faint friction against his clothed cock. Then he shook his head and looked away from himself.

“Nope, I’m not doin’ this shit,” He whispered. He can’t jerk off to some girl he doesn’t even know. He shouldn’t.

It’d be different if you were some pornstar he was infatuated with, then he could jerk off to you and there’d be no issue. But when you’re his friend’s friend… it’d be so weird of him to do so.

Even if you have the prettiest face he’s ever seen. Despite your laugh leaving him in some kind of trance. Ignoring the way your voice sounds. Disregarding how kind you seem from afar. Nevermind the way you walk, the things you wear— and how the first time he saw you, you were in a skin-tight blue dress-

Gojo’s jaw drops a little, “Oh fuck,” His voice is already breathy and his hand has found its way to his aching cock, groping himself through his clothing.

He looks down at himself all over again, body hot and breath unsteady already. He swallows thickly and finally lets out a groan before moving to tug his cock out, watching how it slaps against his abdomen and letting out another heavy breath of air.

Gojo moves his hands to his thighs and just gazes at his cock for a moment, seeing how it twitches so desperately-, desperately for you, and how his tip is leaking with precum already. Hell, it look like he came already, cum leaking down along his dick so lewdly.

What would anyone think if they found him like this…

One of his hands moves to grab his journal and he flips to the page with your pictures on it. He shouldn’t do this. This is wrong-

A whine slips past his lips the second his eyes are met with your face. Then his fingers are wrapping around his shaft and he’s jerking himself off without second thought. “Fuuck,” He moans, tossing his head back with his lower lip beginning to tremble already.

His hand was working the length of his dripping cock furiously, back arching ever so slightly in pure desperation and utter need. Oh how he wished it was your hand here instead of his. Fuck, what would your mouth feel like? Hell, how are you during sex? Are you the submissive type? Would you let him have his way with you? Fuck that pretty mouth of yours like he wishes to?

Or are you the more dominant type? Would you have his legs shaking from sucking him off? You probably would. He can only imagine what your lips would look like wrapped around his cock— already wet with spit and dribbles of his cum. Your face would probably be all messy but you might like that kinda thing, right?

Gojo whines, his eyes flickering and hand not slowing for even so much as a second. Shit, your mouth is probably heavenly but what would your pussy feel like? How wet would you get for him? Would you take him all in one go? Beg him to fuck you faster?

Fuck, would you get on top of him? Take control? Ride him til’ he’s the one begging you to stop? Again, Gojo moans into the air, a few times actually. His wrist rotates as he fists his needy cock, veiny length aching for anything from you.

He wonders if you’d want him to talk you through it. Or if you’d talk him through it. Would you be mean? Nice? Fuck, his thoughts are driving him crazy. In all honesty, he’d consider himself a complete slut for you. He’d do whatever you wanted him to.

Gojo ends up shifting, moving to hunch forward as he grows a bit overwhelmed. “Fuck, fuck-,” He gasps and chokes out a whimper of your name. Would you let him be some little slut for you? Because he would be, with zero hesitation. “Fuck me,” Gojo mumbles, watching as his cock twitches in his hands.

You’d probably praise him, wouldn’t you? Tell him how good he’s doing for you, encourage him to keep going-, or maybe you’d do the exact opposite. Perhaps you would degrade him.

Gojo’s eyes roll back at the mere imagination of you ever degrading him, calling him pathetic for being like this, a slut for shamefully jerking off to you, or even a bitch-

He’s cumming before he even realizes he is, moaning and moaning after the thought of you ever calling him such a thing. He doesn’t even know why that turned him on so much, he’s never been into that kinda thing before but when it’s you, shit… he can’t even control himself.

Messing up his hand, groaning out your name, moving to stand up with shaky legs, and continuing as his cock doesn’t go down. Then Gojo looks at the picture of you again, aligning his cock with the image and stroking himself angrily. He cannot believe himself right now but it’s much too late to care.

The damage is beyond done as he starts moaning again, small whines of fuck leaving his wet lips over and over the more he stares at your picture. Then he’s thrusting his hips into his hand, moving his free hand to grab ahold of the desk in front of him as if to brace himself.

Gojo heaves as he gets himself off. Tears well up in his eyes and he just knows he sounds so stupidly desperate right now, moaning, groaning, whining, and even whimpering for you whilst he fucks his fist. Eventually closing his eyes, he imagines you there with him, mentally illustrating the way your face would twist up every time he thrusts his cock deep inside you.

He could make you feel so fucking good if you ever let him. He’d treat you so well, give you anything and everything under the sun, make sure there’s always a smile on your face, and prioritize your needs over his own at all times.

By that point, he’s chanting your name in mindless little whispers, feeling his balls ache before the tip of his cock spurts out thick and hot ropes of cum— all over that same picture he’d been staring at.

Left panting, Gojo had to deal with the aftermath of his high. His eyes were slow to open and when he realized he came all over one of his pictures of you, he was even more disgusted with himself.

It took him a moment to gather himself after his actions but when he finally does, he cleans the filthy mess he’d made of himself and that damn photo before closing his journal and putting it away— telling himself he’d never do that again.

—---

Although, his little declaration didn’t last very long. A week later and he was jerking off with you in mind yet again. The same guilt and disgust follow afterward and Gojo tells himself he needs something else to put his focus on that’s not you.

Like his job for example; babysitting. What better to put his mind on to distract him from the way his mind, body, and soul crave you so desperately?

With that in mind, Gojo started with his scheduling. As time stood, he had roughly three different kids he babysat on a regular basis, all of which were looked after separately but looked after nonetheless. The first was a girl, whose name was Nobora. She was rather bratty in Gojo’s opinion but he didn’t mind, he liked how having her around reminded him of having that of a little sister.

Then there was Megumi, a child who so clearly hates him but is forced to be around him anyway. That hatred got even worse when the kid broke his leg while on Gojo’s watch— an event in which Gojo will forever find strange because the two were at a park and he swears he looked away for two seconds only to hear screaming moments later by nearby children.

By the time he made it to Megumi, his leg was broken and Gojo was to blame.

Aside from that, the last kid that Gojo found himself watching over sometimes was Itadori Yuji. Now this, this is where things got interesting.

For starters, Gojo never understood why he was hired to watch over Yuji when the kid had a perfectly capable older brother to do so. Then again, he didn’t question it once he saw he got paid quite handsomely for it.

Sometimes Gojo went over to the Itadori residence and others he picked Yuji up. Either way, the number of times Gojo encountered Sukuna was rather slim. They only ever interacted when it was time for payments to be made. Outside of that, Gojo knew little of Sukuna (his school reputation for being a major partier aside).

Any other information he got from the man came from Yuji, who Gojo would randomly question every now and then. Though, Yuji never spoke much about his older brother— only that he’s a bit short-tempered. Given that, Gojo had no reason to think twice about their family or relations at all.

Even when Yuji would appear with a bruise or two, Gojo didn’t put two and two together until it was much too late. The first few bruises, Yuji said he got them from playing around too much and falling, to which Gojo believed since he’d seen how clumsy Yuji could be firsthand.

As such, this went on for weeks and weeks but the day Gojo finally started realizing something was up, was the same day in which he’d finally meet the consequences for his previous actions.

On that day, before Yuji was dropped off to be babysat, Gojo was busy making vows to himself. The first being that he’d finally man up and fucking talk to you. He doesn’t really know what finally came over him but he felt as though it was time. Something, perhaps the universe, told him that after today— he’d grow some balls and hold a genuine conversation with you. 

Only a few days ago had he learned from Shoko that you now resided with her so things were going to be rather easy. There was about a week and a half of summer left, giving Gojo some time to not only talk to you but also get to know you firsthand.

His self-revelation came about after he reread every journal entry he had of you, jotting down one final entry of how he planned to talk to you. It was supposed to be casual, he would ask for your number, become friends with you, and go from there based on whether or not you showed any attraction toward him.

With such plans in mind, Gojo thinks it is safe to say that his obsession is finally being tamed. He was getting in control of it after having had such lewd thoughts of you multiple times within the past month and making entries of how he was left feeling in his journal.

That may have been what his last straw was— the whole pervertedness of it all. He was getting weirded out by it himself. Maybe once he started talking to you, his obsession would completely die down. Perhaps the reality of you would help ground him from this fictional high he’s had himself on ever since his obsession was born.

Though, it seems the world finds humor in the suffering of people and Gojo was forced to learn this the hard way.

Of course, as soon as he tells himself he’s gonna clean up his act and do what’s right, his punishment shows up in the form of a person who finds joy in watching others struggle. This person is none other than Sukuna himself, who shows up at the worst time imaginable.

Amid pure stupidity and thoughtlessness, Gojo quickly found himself in a situation in which could not be undone.

—-

After babysitting Yuji for maybe two hours, there was a knock on Gojo’s front door. Yuji sat on the living room couch, watching some cartoons as he swung his feet back and forth. Gojo was in the nearby kitchen, journal in hand before he went to answer the door.

That wonderful journal of his was left sitting on the kitchen counter, right in the open for anyone to see. 

That aside, when Gojo opened his front door, he was met with Sukuna. The two barely even greeted one another before the tatted man reminded Gojo it was payment day. The transaction was meant to be done inside so, Gojo allowed Sukuna to enter the apartment.

Yuji hardly glanced over to the two men before Sukuna nodded his head back, silently telling the kid to go ahead and make his way to the car. With no argument, Yuji sighed and grabbed what little of his things before he walked over to the two, briefly said bye to Gojo, and then made his way outside.

Gojo was going to question why Sukuna let the kid go out by himself like that but, he’s made his mistakes of asking too many questions in the past and has suffered the consequences. Not wanting to deal with a mouthy Sukuna, Gojo remained quiet until Yuji was gone.

Phones were pulled out and the two men moved to make that transaction of theirs. Sukuna had strange tendencies and rules, one of them being that Yuji wasn’t allowed to be present for what Sukuna considered adult business. It was something Gojo didn’t understand but, nothing crazy to really bat an eye at.

Just before Sukuna gets ready to send the money to Gojo— something in which he requires Gojo to be present to make sure nothing goes askew, Gojo starts noticeably squirming all over the place.

Sukuna raises a brow, “Fucks wrong with you?”

“Gotta use the bathroom,” Gojo huffs out without moving from where he stands.

The pink-haired man tilts his head, “Then go use the bathroom? I’m not gonna leave without paying you so relax.”

Gojo stands there a mere moment longer, contemplating a few things. The transaction could’ve been done by now but he felt like he was two seconds away from embarrassing himself so he just let out a long sigh before running off to the nearby bathroom. Thus leaving Sukuna standing there alone.

Now, Sukuna doesn’t consider himself to be a nosy person— he could usually care less about what others had going on in their lives unless it affected or entertained him. And where Gojo’s concerned, he honestly did neither at the time. He was just Yuji’s babysitter so Sukuna didn’t see much interesting about the guy.

That was, until he took his time alone to glance around Gojo’s apartment. Sukuna’s eyes wandered, studying the plain attempts at decoration and how utterly unstructured Gojo’s apartment appeared to be. Well, aside from some spots, it was rather clear that two people were living here, one more cleanly than the other.

Even so, Sukuna remained uninterested until he spotted a single book on the nearby kitchen counter. His eyes narrowed and he found himself surprised someone like Gojo would ever pick up a book. Again, the two knew little of one another aside from whatever school reputations they had— Gojo being known as some praying fuckboy and Sukuna being known as some hotheaded party-thrower. One could’ve assumed that the two would get along considering how their interests seem to align.

With that being said, Sukuna found himself walking toward this book without a second thought. The cover was completely blank and he realized it wasn’t a book at all. It was a journal.

Intrigued, Sukuna picks it up and does nothing more than pick a page at random to see if he’d find anything amusing, perhaps something to taunt Gojo with. Y’know, something to get a laugh out of.

The very last thing Sukuna expected to see was a page with a picture of some girl on it in the middle, surrounded by rather… creepy depictions of the woman. Details on the clothing in the picture, how much it cost, where to find it, depictions of where the woman went on that day, whether or not she seemed happy or sad, how many times Gojo heard her laugh-

Sukuna found himself disturbed instantly as he skimmed over the page. Though, not enough to stop him from turning the page. It seemed that such a creepy entry was one of many. Although, the first page he saw was definitely the creepiest. What ended up becoming the cherry on top was when Sukuna read over the fact that Gojo’s never spoken to you.

At that point, Sukuna scoffed, finding Gojo nothing but a fool for writing about a woman in such a way without ever talking to her. With dates, times, etcetera, Gojo had a ridiculous number of entries on this woman, so much so that it actually left Sukuna both curious and… entertained.

So when the sound of Gojo coming out of the bathroom hits Sukuna’s ears, he doesn’t even flinch or attempt to act like he wasn’t looking through the journal. Instead, Gojo walks out of the bathroom and finds Sukuna with the item in his hands.

It was at that very second that Gojo felt his heart sink to his goddamn toes. His eyes went wide and he froze in his steps, Sukuna not even so much as glancing away from the journal in his hands.

Gojo swallowed the overwhelming lump in his throat and attempted to say something-, anything, “What-”

“My my, what a fucking pervert you are,” Sukuna hummed enthusiastically, finally flicking his maroon gaze up to a dumbfounded Gojo. “This is disgusting, really. I mean,” Sukuna glances back down and smiles, “You love this woman and you’ve never even spoken to her?”

All wide-eyed and practically speechless, Gojo fumbles for a way to explain himself, “I-”

“And you fantasize about fucking her quite often,” Sukuna scoffs, tongue seeping out to lick his lips for a moment, “I can see why but shit… You’re a fuckin’ weirdo.”

“You-,” Gojo cocks his head back and blinks, the slightest mention of Sukuna taking interest in your appearance causing him to go right back to that not-so-rational state of his. Blinded by a deep obsession toward you, Gojo is slow with his words, “...You can see why? The hell does that mean-”

“She’s sexy, I get it. I see the lil’ pictures of her you’ve put in here,” Sukuna comments nonchalantly, “And yet, what I don’t get is this uh,” He clicks his tongue and smirks, “Obsession you have with her. Especially without talking to her? That’s…” He trails off for a second, his expression fading into something Gojo can’t quite read.

Gojo gulps and again attempts to defend himself, “I know it’s weird, I… I told myself I’m going to stop-”

“When?” Sukuna interrupts, voice rough, “When you’ve already got her wrapped around your finger and refuse to let her go because of the attachment you’ve created?” He questions the man almost as if he’s speaking from… experience.

“W-What?” Gojo’s brows push together. He never had any intentions of manipulating you in any shape or form, “No, I-”

“Would you tell her how you’ve been stalking her for months-, shit maybe even years based on some of these entries?” The way Sukuna takes a step toward Gojo lets him know that something about this seems to bother the pink-haired man.

“I haven’t been stalking her, I just-”

Sukuna looks down at the open page, “‘I especially liked how happy she looked today, when she smiles, she blinks about five times and when she laughs, it doubles.’ What sane man writes this shit about a woman he’s never spoken to, huh?”

“Sukuna just…” Gojo sucks in a crisp breath of air and attempts to plead with the male in front of him, reaching his hand out for his journal, “Just pretend like you never read that a-and give me the-”

“Aht aht,” Sukuna’s quick to swat his hand away and he nearly laughs at the way Gojo frowns frustratedly, “Did you really think I wouldn’t keep this little gem? Hm? See, you must be a bit confused about how this is about to go.”

For a moment, Gojo just stares. He never imagined this would happen. Hell, he wasn’t exactly careful with his journal but the last thing he expected was for Sukuna to pick the damn thing up. Fuck, he should’ve never left it on the counter. 

He lets out a sigh and his voice is small, laced with fear, “...Are you gonna tell her?”

“Am I gonna tell her?” Sukuna simply bursts out laughing, “Ha! What do I look like to you? Some simple-minded fool? No, I’m not gonna tell her.”

Gojo lets out the most thankful sigh of relief, “Thank fuck-”

“You are,” Sukuna states.

And at those words, the room goes silent. So silent that one could hear a pin drop. Gojo felt as though his blood ran cold and Sukuna had this overly smug look on his face.

It was from there on out that Gojo was set to face the consequences of his actions.

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NO.1 - SOS.

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I CAN DO YOU BETTER [feat!] hobie brown

Lyrics : bestfriend!hobie x black fem reader, readers ex on the phone, fingering, hobie being evil </3, use of names like: doll, pretty thing, princess, cunnilingus, cursing, mentions of weed and alcohol use, bit of a slow burn

Summary: Your bestfriend hobie comforts you after getting broken up over the phone with your ex, and gives you the treatment you’ve always deserved.

NO. 2 - KILL BILL.

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Come Back Darlin feat! [feat!] rue Bennett

Lyrics : ex!rue x fem!black reader, mentions smoking, makeout session, rue being slightly sappy, thigh riding, being almost caught by Gia, fluff at the end </3, cursing

Summary: you broke up with rue because her addiction was too concerning and you felt as though she would never change no matter what you said to her. After an argument you broke up, though as weeks then months passed rue started to realized your her drug. The strongest there fuckin is.

NO. 3 - SEEK & DESTROY.

BULLSEYE [feat!] assassin Toji x fem!black reader

Lyrics: Toji being hot as usual, reader having to treat his scars, suggestiveness, fluff, use of the name: doll, pretty, baby, princess, ma, toji being a sweetheart, use of guns, cursing.

Summary: you didn’t know what toji specifically did for work until you started to put pieces together, the excessive guns, weaponry, especially the scars. Then one night your boyfriend of 2 years sat you down an told you everything.

NO. 4 - LOW.

SHOW OFF [ feat!] 42!miles x fem!blackreader

Lyrics: miles being protective of you as per usual, jealousy themes, cursing, rio being suspicious, slight angst then fluff, reader being worried for miles, miles spoiling reader, slight suggestiveness

Summary: you found out that miles was the prowler, and assured him you would still want to be with him despite what he does as a ‘job’. But because you know he makes your relationship a secret, so that not even uncle Aron would know.

NO. 5 - SMOKING ON MY EX PACK.

MDNI !

F*CK OFF [ feat!] suna x fem!black reader

Lyrics: atsumu being a dick, angst to fluff, smoking, stoner suna, skipping school, alottt of cursing, fighting between atsumu n suna, suna being a sweetheart to reader, cheating themes, mentions of a abusive relationship between atsumu and reader

Summary: After a long awaited break up with a toxic atsumu, you struggle to love yourself again. So your old friend comes to ease your mental pain, and real ease some tension.

NO. 6 GOOD DAYS.

MDNI !

MY HEART [ feat!] ? x fem!black reader (it’s a surprise <33)

Lyrics: ? being an absolute sweetheart, use of vibrator, slight age gap, reader is in her late 20’s and ? is in her early 30’s, cunnilingus, edging, aftercare, use of names: Honey, princess, sweetheart, baby

Summary: ? met you one day at a concert and couldn’t take her eyes off your cute outfit for the whole show, after getting your insta, meet ups begin to happen in discreet locations and reserved buildings before turning into stays in her penthouse.

[beautifulpersonpeach]

Not gonna lie, this whole thing really sucks. I think I wrote a message awhile back about the very cool feminist angle of the Plus Global Auditions Invitation video, I'm an SNL Army and was new to watching kpop very closely and was so sold by that video. I thought - 'this company is really different.' Going public with a company f*cks a lot of things up, it happens all so often, and often it's the people and the ethos that gets messed up the most. It's frustrating to see this devolution. Because I was really excited by what MHJ was being given space to do at BH/Hybe. Though, as a fellow art school student, I am shaking my head and serious side-eyes at how she says things like 'I'm an artist, I don't know how to read contracts' (obviously I'm paraphrasing) - it's clear Hybe knows she's got the goods but she's not playing by their game anymore. The response and flood of crazy comments and hate at BTS is frustrating but expected, but just such a waste of time all the same. I've also never thought BH and then Hybe were super super smart and long-gaming everything (don't come for me Bangtan U fans) I think they were lucky and scrappy and skillful and making cool things happen moment to moment. Later on they got better at the strategic planning, sure. I don't know. They may need a good kick in the pants to remember that's what makes them great at what they do. But still, I hate the idea of MHJ being cooked even if she seems like a real pain in the tush to work with. Because technically, she's what got me to really buy-in to what BTS & BH were doing in the first place.

***

Yeah, it's a shitty situation.

To be fair, I think at the start, Bang PD was trying to do something different and 'forward-thinking' with HYBE. He sought out good talent going by the hires he did in 2019/2020, managing to onboard creatives like Min Heejin and Zico. Zico already incorporated his company to manage himself before Bang PD approached him, which is probably why he owns ~24.5% of KOZ - his sub-label in HYBE.

But with Min Heejin...

She had partnered with 250 - a popular DJ in Korea and NewJeans' main producer, since she left SM in 2018. He runs BANA (a creative collective) but she'd wanted her own label since the start.

Bang PD knew this, and wanted her for HYBE, so it's likely he made all sorts of promises to get her on board without awarding her a single share. Almost as soon as key creative decisions had to be made post-Global Plus audition, they both clashed, but HYBE as a company was less than 1 year old and it appears Bang PD and MHJ still had good relations... which was kinda easy since he still needed her creative output and wanted to see what she could do. So they let her make her own label: ADOR, and keep NewJeans even though according to Min Heejin, HYBE executives and Bang PD thought her concept and style of music for them would be impossible to sell to k-pop stans.

They expected NewJeans to fail or flounder. Instead, by 2023 NewJeans had become one of the top 5 most valuable k-pop IPs in Korea. If my guess is right, by that point she had no shares in ADOR, no agreement with HYBE's indefinite non-compete clause. She could walk anytime and I'm sure a lot of people wanted her.

Then HYBE approached Min Heejin with the shareholder contract to give her 20% of the company. It's a classic 'carrot and stick'. The carrot was easy to see. Apparently offered her the shares at a very low price, apparently Bang PD even lent her the money to buy it, for a valuation that HYBE considered more than generous, he was in her KakaoTalk chats buttering her up with those godawful emojis lmaooo. He was selling that shit hard. The stick in the contract was the poison pill which essentially tied her to HYBE for as long as they want her.

Perhaps she was aware of the pill and signed any way because at that point they still had good relations with Bang PD and HYBE in general. But according to her, Bang PD kept wanting more control over NewJeans the more successful the group became. Realizing she had to do something about the poison pill, she sought to negotiate, and as is typical in these sort of situations, you fight greed with more greed.

Asking to bump up the multiple on the options from 13x to 30x is frankly ridiculous. For a male CEO I can see it being considered... maybe, but for a woman? In Korea?

I'm sure when the other suits at HYBE heard that's what she was asking, at least one of them almost had a stroke. The logic is simple though: start crazy high and end.. just high. If HYBE was looking to exert more control over NewJeans (for example, every sub-label and group in HYBE changed to using 'bio-paper and ink' for their albums starting in 2023, to help HYBE meet their ESG targets. The only company that's not made the switch yet, is ADOR. Given how carefully MHJ controls branding and album design for NewJeans, I can see this minute detail being a massive thorn lol)... anyway, if HYBE was indeed looking to gain more control, the fact that they'd have to pay 30x if MHJ exercised her options on a whim, would serve as a very strong deterrent.

Given what I understand Korean corporate culture to be like, I doubt she had any friends in upper management to start, but with a demand like that, practically all of them would turn enemies in a heartbeat. It's the sheer audacity lmao. My guess is she would've eventually negotiated down, at least once she was assured real creative independence from Bang PD. But at some point, rather, quite predictably given this is corporate Korea, the need for control and the egos involved decided she had to be cut loose now and perhaps taught to not bite the hand that feeds her.

It's not a sentiment limited to the suits at HYBE. It's followed her since SM and the general public would hate it too, which is one reason I think it's only a matter of time before the narrative switches again to HYBE's favour. I promise you, most regular men in Korea would go red in the face, eyes bulging out their heads, drool and spit shooting out like projectiles, at the thought she would dare to demand such a thing. And in a way they'd be right. It's an insane amount of money for female creative in Korea, but I think given everything else, it also seems like a gamble she was taking as a means to an end. A simple negotiating tactic, given what she keeps highlighting as her main goal - unimpeded and full creative and managerial control.

Bang PD wants to build a 'forward-thinking' company comparable to Western conglomerate juggernauts like SONY and Warner Music, but I don't think these Korean men have the chops to do it right, just yet. I've had that impression of Bang PD for a few years now. He's been getting results, but they are inconsistent and he's got the biggest 'surety' in a sense with BTS, so he's been fine, and will continue to be fine for a few more years at least. But if they are messing up this spectacularly with their first female executive and one of their most valuable IPs, over... an options price negotiation?

And they want to pretend to be better than any other corp in Korea?

Lol.

Anyhoo.

I sympathize a bit with how you feel, but as a Korean woman, I guess I'm numb to it. There's a reason I've never chosen to work in that country, there's a reason why the birth rate is nearing the negatives. It's really unfortunate, and I'm sorry you're seeing a prior expectation you had getting blown up this way. And this latest hatefest on BTS has been quite ugly and isn't near done yet. This whole situation is gross, and even more so when the motivations behind it are so... banal and backwards.

But these are undercurrents that are too simple and boring for the average stan. Burning the witch who is responsible for masterminding the demise of a virtuous group is far more exciting. And so that's how the story will go.

I just hope that by some miracle, NewJeans turns out okay and manages to thrive after this. Because in all of this mess, they will deal with the implications the most and for the longest time.

[pinkjanu]

A short Akaashi Keiji fanfic!

Professor!Akaashi x Studentfem!reader

Warning⚠️: Professor x student, f*ngering, d*ck grinding, swear words, light smut.

third person POV:

The trees' leaves were fluttering back and forth. flying and tweeting birds. cats were fighting each other.

The 20-year-old Y/n was not paying attention in chemistry class and was gazing out the window.

I mean.. why would she? She was hooking up with the professor anyway.

Akaashi Keiji, to be exact.

Y/n was well aware that doing something like that was against the rules of the school. but, 'who tf cares?' she thought.

That was very dumb of her, I know. like, of course everyone would care Y/n! If someone were to find out about that, you would be labelled as a 'girl who fucks professors', or even worse! be expelled from college! And! Akaashi Keiji will loose his job.

However, Y/n, being the careless girl she is, she did not think twice about seducing and having sex with her professor.

for what exactly?... to get her grades up. (and akaashi keiji is hot)

So, instead of studying, she decided to fuck her teacher for the sake of her low ass grade, to be high.

She really is a dumbass.

Second person POV:

*BRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMNKKKKKKKK*

"finallyyy, class is over' you thought.

You quickly packed your things and got up from your chair.

"Hey Y/n! wanna eat lunch together?" a friend of yours, asked.

"Yeah sure!" You agreed with a smile on your face.

As you two were about to leave the classroom, your professor called out your name.

"Y/n, I would like to talk to you, please." Akaashi Keiji a.k.a your (hot) professor, said.

You looked at Akaashi, then back at your friend.

"You can go first, I'll be there" You said to your friend.

As they left, you turned around and faced Akaashi.

"soo... why'd you wanna talk?" you asked him.

"You weren't paying attention in class today. Why is that?" He asked, sounding a bit upset.

"i was bored, sorry... umm, can i go now? i still have to meet up with my friend." you were in a hurry, and Akaashi could clearly see that, but, he wasn't gonna let you off so easily.

"Look. I don't really need to pay attention when i can just have sex with you, and then.. boom! My grades are magically line of 9!" you explained.

Akaashi sighed.

"I am aware of that, Y/n, but you must pay attention. You cannot go around sleeping with professors..If you're dumb, you will never succeed in life."

"Ouch.. did you just call me dumb? That's very rude of you" You said. Your hand on your chest, acting hurt.

Akaashi laughed softly.

"Come sit on my lap, Y/n" He said, manspreading on his chair, whilst looking at you seductively.

"As much as i want to have sex with you, sorry but, we're at school" You denied his sexyness.

"I promise we won't do anything. I just want to hug you, sweetheart." He said, smiling softly.

You sighed, giving in because of his cuteness.

"Okayy.." You walked up to him and sat on his lap, feeling his hands snake around your waist whilst his face was burried in your neck.

"You smell good" He complemented.

"stop with your complements. I know what you're doing" you rolled your eyes.

"what do you mean by that?" Akaashi questioned, tightening his grasp on your waist.

"You're gonna act all sweet and shit. then next thing u know, You're fucking me."

"And yet, you still fell for it" He whispered in your ear, smirking at your shocked reaction.

"Wait, what!? i was just joking-"

"Too late "

it was too late indeed.

You felt his hands, inside your skirt, teasing your....

your what?.... Clothed vagina?.. Clothed pussy? or.. Clothed female genitalia??? i honestly do not know how to describe it as. let's just stick to clothed pussy😀.

You whimpered as you felt his middle and ring finger do circular motions on your clothed clitoris.

he continued on doing that for a few seconds.

Eventually, he became impatient and entered his hand inside your underwear, making him touch your wet pussy. (im cringing hard)

He started to do the same circular motions on your naked, and sensitive clit.

Hearing you holding in your moans, turned him on soo much that you could feel him starting to have a boner.

You started to grind on his lap, making you both feel pleasure.

"Fuck... you're so hot" He groaned.

"F-Fuck...mmhh~" You moaned out, feeling a tingling sensation inside your stomach.

As Akaashi noticed your moans getting louder, He entered two fingers in you, letting his palm press against your clit.

"Aah..~ f-fuck yes~" You moaned louder, feeling the tingling sensation more and more as if it was about to burst.

Akaashi on the other hand, is grinding his clothed dick on your ass, faster and faster, in desperate need of cumming.

"Fuck Y/n.. you f-feel so good mm~" He moaned in your ear.

"I'm gonna cum.. aah~!" You moaned out, about to reach your climax.

"Let's cum together", and with Akaashi's one last thrust, his cock twitched inside his pants and released a white fluid, making his front part of his pants, wet.

Your cum was dripping all over your thighs, making your underwear and skirt, wet.

Both of you were panting heavily. Sweats dripping down from your faces.

You both looked like you two just ran a marathon.

*BBBRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMNKKKKKKK*

The bell rang, signalling that lunch was over.

"Shit! i better fix myself!" you said, panicking.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom, bye Akaashi!" And with that, you ran your way through the girl's bathroom.

Akaashi could only let out a soft laugh.

who wouldn't?

You looked so cute. Your face was full on red!

Even if you left, akaashi was still admiring your beauty, making him forget about his cum stain on his pants.

The end🥰.

I haven't written smut for like, 2 years now.😭

[smokeybrandreviews]

National Disgrace

The current discourse around Caitlin Clark and Angel Reese is the most overtly racist sh*t I've seen since the Magic/Bird nonsense from when i was a kid. LSU beat the sh*t out of Iowa on the way to their first title. Caitlin Clark was in foul trouble the entire time, which means she was outplayed the entire game. Some of that was probably fatigue but that just speaks to the athletic ability, conditioning savvy, and overall depth on that LSU team. No shade toward Caitlin, ma is bad as f*ck. Game recognize game, which is why she hasn't said a f*cking thing about Reese. Caitlin knows she f*cked up. Caitlin knows her team was outplayed. She knows that sh*t talking comes with the game. She knows it so well, in fact, she did the EXACT same thing not two days before, literally for the SAME goddamn reason! Iowa was thumping that Louisville ass!

It’s wild seeing all of these old white men get on television or the internet or in print, and bash a twenty year old black woman over a gesture because the second coming of Larry Bird but with a vagina, got embarrassed on the biggest stage. LSU absolutely dog-walked Iowa to the tune of a seventeen point win. If I'm not mistaken, when Iowa was up fifteen on Louisville, Caitlin told Hailey Van Lith to shut up. ESPN did a whole thing about Clark being the “Queen of Clapbacks.” And rightfully so. Caitlin Clark is a beast. Absolute unit. Ma was putting up historic stat lines all goddamn year. When you win as much as she does, when you dominate like she does, you talk all that sh*t. Why is it so egregious now that Reese has her spot at the top? I’ve heard it’s about sportsmanship, that Clark did the same gesture during a game and not after the W. Why does when the taunt happen, matter? Clark and Iowa got outplayed. LSU was the better team. Angel Reese was the better player. In that moment, for that game, Caitlin couldn’t see Angel and ma let her know about it. Fair is fair.

But this ain’t about the game, which was amazing by the way. This is about how black athletes are perceived in the media. It’s about mask off, blatant racism. Whenever a white athlete does something like this, whenever they get into their feelings and start chirping back and forth, it’s passion. It’s love for the game. Whenever a black athlete does it, it’s disrespectful. It’s thug behavior. It’s disgraceful. White athletes are praised for their leadership, maturity, and intellect. Black athletes are praised for their athletic ability. He can throw far. She can run fast. They told Lamar Jackson to switch to Receiver. The NFL didn’t believe he could lead a team. They questioned his decision making in the pocket. Why? Cats praise Tom Brady for his passion and commitment to the game. Mans yelled at teammates, opponents, and coaches alike. That’s fine. Odell Beckham does a little dance in the end zone and he’s a diva, a primadonna, a problem. Why? What’s the difference, other than the color of his skin?

It’s f*cked up I'm sitting here making this post about some noise outside of the court because, f*ck, that was a game. The narratives around this title were brilliant. The play was inspired. The competition was wonderful. History was made. But none of that matters because a bunch of assholes decided to label a black woman disgraceful for being passionate about a game she’s played her entire f*cking life. Angel Reese beat the best player in Woman’s Collegiate Basketball, to stand on top of that pile as a National Champion. For women, that’s their NBA Finals. That’s the brightest their star will shine and, right now, LSU’s is shining brilliantly. They earned that. They get to talk all the sh*t they want. They are sitting on that throne right now. Lost in all of this ridiculous white noise is the fact that, if Iowa would have won, Caitlin would very realistically be talking the most sh*t. She is the Queen of Clapbacks after all. Bet no one would have anything to say at that point, if that situation came to pass, probably because she would have won the title, Bragging rights come hand-in-hand with victory. Well, Iowa was the one who got that ass thumped by LSU and Angel Reese. Let the National Champions talk they sh*t! They literally earned it!

[practicalmagicintuitions]

Hello, this is going to be a long one, bear with me please 😅

I wanted to say how your blog and comments on things really changed my opinions on many topics, even tho some of these people I admire, or tbh used to admire. Now I don’t enjoy the hype or the personality because it is fake.

I saw the recent pictures of HC and how people really lost their minds over them. For once, they looked like a normal couple, she even looked tired and was relieved her dog is okay.

People were criticizing her because she was smiling in a picture, why would she not be smiling after getting her dog and everyone else is smiling as well?!! People are truly exaggerating.

Although she has been sneaky on social media, there is no denying.

I used to think Henry was innocent and he has no saying in this, sort of against his wish. But why would this be the case every time he is with someone?

After 2 years, why would people still be in denial that he wants her around and he is the one hanging on to this relationship like a koala.

There is no way he hasn’t seen her old pictures and videos, he saw them and chose to move on, it didn’t change the way he felt about her. I also think at that time, he was really excited to be in a relationship, he’s been single for a while.

Keep in mind, I don’t think she is any different than the mean 16 years old girl, or her model mayhem account. He wanted to polish her image before going public, if not, her model mayhem account wouldn’t have been deleted, nor her entire instagram and twitter history. I think he tried to suppress the inner party girl in her, but he won’t be able to do that forever.

She will miss it as well, even if they take this in a more serious way, it contradicts everything Henry has ever said before. Which proves my point, his public image is nothing but a lie, he just gets away with things because he’s good looking.

Hell, even her entire wardrobe and clothing option has changed for him.

This is not a healthy relationship, the change in the lifestyle was not initiated by her.

I say this because anything can happen next, he is not obligated to live according to people’s rules.

I can’t say I would be happy or excited if they become more serious, that would be a bug fat lie, but keeping this narrative of ‘poor Henry’ is stupid.

I don’t like her either, and you can clearly tell at her core she is not genuine nor a good person, but neither is Henry.

That’s what makes them a match. They deserve each other.

I find it funny that Henry told his entire fanbase to F*ck off and be the “best version of themselves” and he’s been acting like this for the past 2 years. Looks like his own memo wasn’t applied within him. What an enlightened king 😂

Again, I am saying this because they are alike, they deserve each other.

Hello! Sorry for the late answer.

What you said about opinions means so so much to me. I don't want to change people's opinions, I don't think my way is the only way even if I have strong views on some things. However, I believe in 2 sided conversations because life is not simple. Not at all. And I feel we are living in very dangerous times where opinions are silenced, labelled radical etc just because they are "old fashioned" or not " progressive" enough. I would love to discuss more serious topics here, and give a platform to conversations while I remain true to myself and what I believe in.

Those pictures you mentioned were so surprising to me too because they truly looked like a real, happy, ordinary, normal couple instead of the SM push. It was refreshing.

That is a really important step to be a healthy fan to realize he is not innocent (blackmailed, possessed etc). He is a grown-up who has his reasons to be with her. Clarity is the most important thing in my opinion. To see people who they are. You have to imagine them as silent movies. What they say is non-existent, it's not important. What they do, how they behave... that is what you should focus on. Celebrity or not. That should be the standard.

He definitely has a free pass because he is good-looking. This is the privilege of beauty. This exists. In Hollywood, this is the basis of everything, but you can find it in the smallest village too. Beautiful people have an amazing advantage in life.

I think NV could be different or could be the same, I don't want to judge her anymore. I want to give her the benefit of the doubt. Not because of her or him but because of myself. I just don't want to think about someone poorly without any hard evidence. She seemed a pretty awful teen and if I knew her back then I wouldn't be her friend today, that's for sure. But I have to think some people are capable of evolving. Because I am trying to do this every day. If I can, others can too.

His FO post was definitely a PR mistake, a huge one, but for some people was a wake-up call at least. That is who he is. He is a control freak (that's why probably her wardrobe has changed for him). He is not that soft boy who was fat for a hot minute and this is the sob story of his life. And not the one who just needs love and cuddling from his soulmate as the hardcore fans imagine. I am not saying he is a bad man, but he is definitely a pain in the ass and hard to live with. Women need to forget this saviour complex when they are determined to save the shittiest man just with their love. This narrative is fed by awful books like Twilight, Coleen Hoover and the rest I have the fortune not to know. Maybe one day I will rant about this, but I stop for now.

Thanks for your ask. Have a nice day, and stay safe.

[harrison-abbott]

I had a dog once who was the canine equivalent of what you might call a mentally ill person. I don’t usually even believe in terms like ‘mental illness’ or bipolar or schizophrenia or any other of those labels, because they seem dismissive of the mind and the personality behind the person. But, this dog … Jesus. Border Collie. Her name was Anne. Which is quite a pretty name and thus totally opposite to her character. You know – it wasn’t me who first bought her. Purchased the dog. It was my sister, who, very stupidly, got a border collie dog to live in their flat up town, rather than out here in a big house next to a woodland. So my sister and her partner left this young border collie dog (the most intelligent breed of dog) in their flat when she was a puppy, and it traumatised her for hours because she had no companionship and knew nothing about existence. They gave the dog to me. And I knew nothing about dogs either, and had never had one, and I was clueless that they’re the sharpest canine breed. … The first few weeks all she did was bite my toes. Or bark. She’d misbehave to get attention and then when she got attention she would bark and when the barking didn’t work I’d have to shut her in the living room – and of course that triggered the memory of the above incident and so that was mean and I couldn’t do that anymore. And she would eat all kinds of shit on the street or in the garden. “Anne! You can’t eat that!” I get that these are all ‘puppy traits’ and not that atypical. But Anne was still like that when she was five years old. She was psychotic around other dogs. Even if the other chap was a rottweiler or German Shephard, she’d just start on it/him/she fearlessly, with the growling and the erect fur. And yet Anne was chirpy and tailwaggy around most people. Because they’d give her treats and strokes. She was with me, if I fed her. But then she would wake me up at four in the morning, wanting food. And would holler for me to let her out fifteen minutes later as she needed the loo … Umm: and she had this terrific knack for stealing human food. Like, she jumped up onto the kitchen chairs and yoinked the grub off the table. Then when I put the bowls in the fridge, she actually figured out a way to open the fridge’s door and she tore the contents inside apart. … One time she ran away from home, and stayed away for two weeks. I thought she was dead. I went around the neighbourhood asking folks if they’d seen her and gluing MISSING signs on lampposts and whatnot. Honestly, I thought he must’ve been hit by a car or something. Then she just trotted into the garden one day, after a fortnight. Her fur was all matted and dirty and she had marks all over her paws and one of her eyes was droopy and bloodshot. And she didn’t even greet me. As I hailed her name and rushed over to hug her – she just walked past me and into the kitchen and headed straight for the food bowl. Which was empty – so I dished the slurry meat into that and she ate it and then slept for about 40 hours, with me worrying over her. Afterwhich she awoke and returned with the same spark energy as if nothing had happened. And I couldn’t ask her where the f*ck she’d been or why she’d deserted me like that. … But, despite everything, I liked this animal. And I hope she liked me too. Anne passed away last week at the age of thirteen. Which is quite old for a border collie so they say. I’ll miss her. … You wonder why you keep pets, don’t you. That they play with your heart, force you to love them. But they don’t live as long as you (can) do. Yes, she was a little psycho, all her life. But I wish she was still here.

[smokeybrand]

National Disgrace

The current discourse around Caitlin Clark and Angel Reese is the most overtly racist sh*t I've seen since the Magic/Bird nonsense from when i was a kid. LSU beat the sh*t out of Iowa on the way to their first title. Caitlin Clark was in foul trouble the entire game which means she was outplayed the entire game. Some of that was probably fatigue but that just speaks to the athletic ability, conditioning savvy, and overall depth on that LSU team. No shade toward Caitlin, ma is bad as f*ck. Game recognize game, which is why she hasn't said a f*cking thing about Reese. Caitlin knows she f*cked up. Caitlin knows her team was outplayed. She knows that sh*t talking comes with the game. She knows it so well, in fact, she did the EXACT same thing not two days before, literally for the SAME goddamn reason! Iowa was thumping that Louisville ass!

It’s wild seeing all of these old white men get on television or the internet or in print, and bash a twenty year old black woman over a gesture because the second coming of Larry Bird but with a vagina, got embarrassed on the biggest stage. LSU absolutely dog-walked Iowa to the tune of a seventeen point win. If I'm not mistaken, when Iowa was up fifteen on Louisville, Caitlin told Hailey Van Lith to shut up. ESPN did a whole thing about Clark being the “Queen of Clapbacks.” And rightfully so. Caitlin Clark is a beast. Absolute unit. Ma was putting up historic stat lines all goddamn year. When you win as much as she does, when you dominate like she does, you talk all that sh*t. Why is it so egregious now that Reese has her spot at the top? I’ve heard it’s abut sportsmanship, that Clark did the same gesture during a game and not after the W. Why does when the taunt happen, matter? Clark and Iowa got outplayed. LSU was the better team. Angel Reese was the better player. In that moment, for that game, Caitlin couldn’t see Angel and ma let her know about it. Fair is fair.

But this ain’t abut the game, which was amazing by the way. This is about how black athletes are perceived in the media. It’s about mask off, blatant racism. Whenever a white athlete does something like this, when ever they get into their feelings and start chirping back and forth, it’s passion. It’s love for the game. Whenever a black athlete does it, it’s disrespectful It’s thug behavior. It’s disgraceful. White athletes are praised for their leadership, maturity, and intellect. Black athletes are praised for their athletic ability. He can throw far. She can run fast. They told Lamar Jackson to switch to Receiver. The NFL didn’t believe he could lead a team. They questioned his decision making in the pocket. Why? Cats praise Tome Brady for his passion and commitment to the game. Mans yelled at teammates, opponents, and coaches alike. That’s fine. Odell Beckham does a little dance in the end zone and he’s a diva, a primadonna, a problem. Why? What’s the difference, other than the color of his skin?

It’ f*cked up I'm sitting here making this pose about some noise outside of the court because, f*ck, that was a game. The narratives around this title were brilliant. The play was inspired. The competition was wonderful. History was made. But none of that matters because a bunch of assholes decided to label a black woman disgraceful for being passionate about a game she’s played her entire f*cking life. Angel Reese beat the best player in Woman’s Collegiate Basketball, to stand on top of that pile as a National Champion. For women, that’s their NBA Finals. That’s the brightest their star will shine and, right now, LSU’s is shining brilliantly. They earned that. They get to talk all the sh*t they want. They are the sitting on that throne right now. Lost in all of this ridiculous white noise is the fact that, if Iowa would have won, Caitlin would very realistically be talking the most sh*t. She is the Queen of Clapbacks after all. Bet no one would have anything to say at that point, probably because she would have won the title. Well, Iowa was the one who got that ass thumped by LSU and Angel Reese. Let the National Champions talk they sh*t! They literally earned it!

[praphit]

Creed 3: Call me Crud

Part of living this life is shoveling away your crud. Hopefully, you can find the proper place to put it, so that it truly goes away, but even then, there's always more to shovel. I wish I could say it gets easier as you get older. The problem with crud is, when you don't get rid of it well, it comes to life, and greets you in the present; ready to take all of your shit.

That's what happened to my man Adonis Creed (Jordan) here:

And then there’s the crud -

wait, not that crud.

THIS CRUD

Jonathan Majors plays Dame, an old friend who has a shady past with Adonis. Dame comes in and wants what Creed has! And Creed & family have been doing well for themselves.

AC is a successful fight promoter now (retired). His wife, Bianca, (Thompson) is still doing her music thang. They have a lovely daughter (who, spoiler alert, will probably be the star fighter of the next movie). They have a huge house... you get it... THEY RICH. Not quite Jay-Z and Beyonce rich, but maybe DWade and Gabrielle Union rich. And Dame wants it all!

He's like "Imma take your business, yo money! Imma take your glory. Imma take your family (cuz they ain't gonna want you once you're broke). Imma take your joy. Imma take your house. Is that some leftover pizza in the fridge? Well, it's MINE NOW!"

CRUD!

How does one defeat crud? To do so, we've got to move the boxing aside, and this movie does:

We get some damned good fighting in the beginning of the movie. Some cool boxing techniques and philosophies banged out, and some slomo stuff. So good! It was like watching superheroes fight.

But, the key to defeating crud is found in the story, which is skillfully acted out by Mikey B. When Jordan cries we all cry. And there are reasons to cry here. Creed is forced to bring his old (for a fighter) and broken ass out of retirement to save everything he's fought for, including his identity. My man is losing it! J.Majors, as the crud, will do that to you; an amazing performance by him as well.

I have been accused of always siding with the villain of the story. I would reply - "Not ALWAYS :)"

I mean... I am on team Thanos.

I'm on team Will Smith.

Yep.

I'm on team Cruella De Vil. 

All of that noise those dogs must make. All of that craziness. All of that dog poop! 

F$ck them puppies!

Am I on Dame's side? No, but I do SEE his side. Adonis does something pretty shitty to his once brother-like friend, Dame. And then, just kinda moves on like it never happened. On this topic, people in Creed’s life keep telling him that it’s not his fault. I feel like the movie wants us to believe that it’s not his fault... but it kinda is; not directly, but... it’s not like he plays NO part in what happens to Dame. He labeled him crud and then walked away. 

Ass.

People who do shitty things to others should feel shitty about it. Am I wrong??!  Maybe I AM on Dame’s side :)

Anyway, the point is, never do something to someone that might cause them to comeback as a villain in the story of your life.

I have to point out that the direction in this movie is fire. And it's directed by none other than Michael B Jordan himself. I didn't know this coming in. I was impressed by the director, while watching this, and was looking forward to seeing who he/she was.... (a fun moment for me... that I'm now realizing I may have robbed from some of you... please don't come back as a villain in my story).

Jordan gets great performances out of not only himself and Majors, but the actors playing his family as well; this was important in making us feel the stakes of everything going on.

There's a relevatory point in the movie when they're talking about the lessons their daughter is going to learn from this cruddy situation with Dame. I mean you've got one parent who found success in life through violence, and the other who chose to bring the beauty of music to this world. But, the name of this movie ain’t "BIANCA 3" It's "CREED 3"! Their daughter ain't stupid, she knows where the real money is!

They talk some stuff out, and decide that to beat the crud, we must use our words, and the power of forgiveness, and then they decide that violence is NOT the answer... BUT SOMETIMES IT IS, and we're back to the main reason we came here; the reason I spent money to see this movie -  and that's to watch two black men in their 30's beat each other up.

This fight is as good as any of the Rocky fights you've seen, in large part due to Jordan's directing.

It also has the typical "Rocky" feel-goods to it.

Even though there are some mixed messages going on:

"We don't want our kid fighting, so let's teach her to fight." "Violence is not the way... unless it gets you paid." "Violence is NOT the way... unless someone is talking smack to you." And my favorite - they have the big ending fight, then they talk things out.... 

(i repeat) THEN they talked things out?

I love it!

Despite all of that, it's a great addition to the series Grade: A

Btw, there was some chatter about the emasculation of "our black men". 

You can google it if you don't know what I'm talking about. This chatter came about last month, and some people gave this periodic, ignorant discussion credence.

I joke around a lot, but I'm serious when it comes to division. In this case, it's division among my people - the black community. Why can't we celebrate black men like Jonathan Majors for finally getting his bag, and progressing with excellence in his craft? Why can't we celebrate the accomplishments of black people like Michael B Jordan? Why do we allow others to divide us? - this controversy happened during Black History Month of all months.

So, let's stop with the nonsense, and simply pay respect where it's due. PLEASE! And then, go watch these two angry negros beat the shit out of each other on the big screen :)

[gravityknife]

Adventures of The 144p Progenitor

Story #8

"~What do you do with a drunken sailor, what do you do with a drunken sailor... what do you do with a drunken sailor early in the mooorning?~" Ka'eo sang in monotone to himself in the med-bay, pressing his hand against a medicine dispenser display to access it. "What do you do with a-oh! That looks good!"

Ka'eo discovered a 'new items' tab and cascaded it, revealing images of twenty-two new types of medicines. He scrolled through them one by one, reading them aloud to himself. "Clo-tex, Drin-ephys-men-dathol, Pro-to-zotalac—" He instantly thought of Cadillacs, thinking back to times in Hawaii, riding around in Waikiki, checking out the beaches and the crowds.

He continued, "Do-hecta— do-reta-remapol. Do-reta-remapol?!" He thought first of something Mana had brought up earlier, thinking he'd heard the name Reta mentioned. Then, he thought of Doritos. "What is this sh$t?"

He opened up the details tab by pressing the image of the medicine. The display revealed three, vertical, rectangular slides, side by side. Faded in on the left was the pill itself—half red, half transparent blue, with a white line down the center of it. In the middle, the description of the medicine. It read: Increases sexual desire and libido, increases testosterone, and encourages the creation of endorphins and dopamine in the brain. There were more details, but Ka'eo was only skimming the slide. The final slide on the right displayed an orange background with a green dollar sign in the center of it.

Ka'eo went ahead and swiped the return button with his finger, bringing him back to the home page. He went directly to the 'What's Wrong With Me?' option which revealed a survey asking for different symptoms. He checked off all that applied and scrolled to the end of the page, hitting 'next' to move on to the result. Two results appeared in the form of two squares, each with a pill and medicine bottle in it. One of them read 'Aspirin' and the other read 'Vinovatam.' Ka'eo hovered his hand on the display and then selected 'Vinovatam' after reading the quick details: Instantly relieves common cold symptoms, headaches, fevers, body aches and pains, joint pains, and growing pains. Side effects may include sleepiness, drowsiness, hunger, and dehydration.

Looks good to me Ka'eo thought to himself. "~She looks good! I can't believe my eyes, I can't believe my eyes, did you see her, she looks good~!" He sang to himself.

He pressed the dispense button and watched the fabricator activate. It sounded like a mid-low hum, similar to a microwave oven, and instantly designed the sealed Vinovatam pill with no wait.

"Destination is confirmed: instant healing!" Ka'eo told himself in a professional tone, snatching the pill from the fabricator. He tore the clear seal open and emptied the pouch into his hand, tossing the pill into his mouth and gulping it down with his own saliva. He placed the empty pill pouch in his pocket out of old habit.

As soon as he took the pill, the result was literally instant. The pill metabolized in a mere second. It was thanks to the USF's own Advanced Health Department (AHD) and its Homosapien Efficiency Upgrades (HEUPs.)

"Headaaache, deactivated," Ka'eo stated dryly, feeling positively satisfied. "And now, I return to the boys. Da boiz."

He began walking out of the med-bay, but then realized he was leaving without taking a receipt, saying, "Oh! That's right!" He went back to the dispenser display and pressed the 'end session' button, causing a receipt of the transaction to save to another tab labeled 'Complete.'

He remembered there was no physical copy receipt. He thought to himself Ka'eo, where the f$ck is your head, buddy? He chuckled to himself, "Aha-hah!" Right after that, he thought maybe I just need some water or something. Yeah, I need some water.

Ka'eo went to the water fountain for a drink. He ingested a few gulps and relaxed, gasping. He drank a few more gulps then gasped again. He no longer felt like relaxing, instead feeling more interested in pummeling all the issues that stood in the way between him and accomplishing his next goals.

Ka'eo felt like he was back on Earth, momentarily, remembering the brutality of loneliness he had once experienced and then learned to stave off naturally. Eventually, becoming alone, like he normally was as a kid, was second nature to him. The sound of the medical lab's droning hum was soothing, the beeps and chirps from various machines were hypnotizing, and the advertisements that quietly played on the dispenser displays while idling were inducing of homelike feels.

Ka'eo also thought about his friends, his allies, his buddies, the fondness they developed for each other and the camaraderie solidified by their constant trust in each other's intentions. They were comfortable with him, though something he struggled with was resurfacing.

After the MacKalla T-Rover Space Station incident, Ka'eo felt like he was more responsible for his friends' lives than ever, something he couldn't be completely prepared for back on Earth. He guarded his occasional concern for them, squashing any fear and doubt, by choosing to be divided from the rest of them. Sometimes, he was more abrasive and cold than they would've hoped and expected from him.

Peter and Mana especially were convinced that sometimes Ka'eo seemed to be nefarious, shady, and withholding of information that could be for their best interest. The truth was, Ka'eo couldn't bare losing them due to his own miscalculation or an oversight. He trained extensively with SpOC and STARCOM in order to overcome that fear, but he wasn't persuaded by mere skills and other traditional factors. Instead, his being psychically aware and sometimes paralyzed by that trait caused him to rely on his own individual ferocity and selfish wisdom that could separate him from friends and allies. It was risky, becoming a seeming adversary, but he learned this in case of a true collision course with true danger.

Unbeknownst to them, his sudden cold exterior was a way to keep them behind—behind being in the comfort and security of a place he knew he couldn't lose them.

Ka'eo shook his head, trying not to feel his heart warming up, wanting to suppress his rebellious, watering eyes. "Hah," he poked. His mind drew a blank and he stopped thinking into the spiral, knowing it was probably just loneliness creeping up on him and simultaneously his habit of idealization. He felt kind of stupid, like it could just be an act, the way that he felt, and that's how he knew to level himself out and stay on course, where there was plenty of time to plan and strategies to use to foster a full life for 'his men.'

Ka'eo felt depressed, but woke from it suddenly, becoming attuned with awareness of himself. He hoped that when he returned to the Bridge that his buddies would all be there ready to just shoot the sh$t and prepare for another journey. The next destination was a new solar system, a new space station—an asteroid mining colony—to be explored with his crew.

He thought about changing his mind and course, having the expedition headed toward exploration of unknown territories, but their last run-in with near-death was enough.

Ka'eo headed back to the Bridge, going through corridors and climbing escalator platforms until he got there. He would sometimes sit down on a platform and set it to 'caution' speed, enjoying the cruise, looking out the ship's windows. Man, I never thought I could do this he thought to himself. He stepped off the moving platform into the corridor that lead to the Bridge's entrance.

Ka'eo entered onto the Bridge where Peter and Stavros were relaxing, drinking space coffee to stay up and study. He greeted them with a jab, "Sup d$cksets, are you ready to go to f$ckmine?"

"Uhhh, no," Stavros replied.

"D$cksets?! It's... set... d$cks. Alright? And we're going to f$ckzone three," Peter jabbed back, followed by his well-known cackle.

"No, because now you're a f$ckset birdo," Ka'eo shot back, making Stavros burst into laughter with Peter. "And you're going to get the ship to where it needs to be. Now!"

"Uhhh, we're already on the way there, beako," Peter shoved.

"Uhhh, no! Noooow. Why... are you still f$cking... a c$ck... in our ship's terminal?" Ka'eo shot, experimenting with his word choices.

"Oh-hoohh, no. I'm not doing that," Peter stated, chortling. "I'm not doing any of that, and now you're going to pay. Now? You're going to sit down and—"

Ka'eo was grinning while Stavros was giggling at Peter's insights.

Suddenly, a transmission from Mana came through the Bridge overhead speaker. "Uhh... Ka'el?... Where the f$ck did you go?"

Peter, Stavros, and Ka'eo cracked up.

"Hello? Bird beak?!" Mana transmitted. "Can you guys even f$cking— h— m— hello?"

Everyone on the Bridge was still laughing, unable to respond. Ka'eo ceased for a moment, exhaling a long sigh. He went to his computer and switched on comms. He asked Mana, "Are you a f$ck mess from f$ckzone three?... Right now? Or are you d$cking your a$$? Hello?!"

Stavros and Peter laughed again.

"I'm— h— I'm in the medbay... and... you... you f$cking... aren't even here!" Mana complained.

Ka'eo responded, "Yeah, because I'm back on the Bridge, waiting for your f$ck a$$ to come back."

"Well yeah, no duh, I can see that now," Mana said. Mana meant that he could see the indicator light for the Bridge on medbay's comms panel lighting up. "Why didn't you f$cking tell me?! I thought you were psychic?!... b$$$tch?!"

Peter laughed roughly while Stavros droned on the comms at his computer and jested, "Hey, uhh, Mana. What are you doing in medbay if you wanted something to eat? Huh?! Stop eating all of the medicine and our medical supplies. We need those. And that's what a cafeteria is for."

Peter said, "Wait," wanting to get a word in, too. He hit the comms with, "Hey f$cko, you're in deep sh$t now!! Now everyone in command is going to know that you've been eating medicine!!" He laughed at himself. Ka'eo chuckled, feeling supportive of the mood.

Mana tried coming back through the comms, but Stavros interrupted and said, "Yeah!! Now, everyone onboard is going to die again because you swallowed the whole medical facility, leaving a giant, gaping hole in the ship where there was supposed to be medbay. How does that make you feel, Mana??"

Mana's laugh was heard through the comms, and he topped it off with, "You b$tches can suck my f$cking d$ck!! I went to the cafeteria, already. And you, Stavro, you guys can go to medbay and shoot a laser in your eye!!"

Stavros chuckled and responded, "Yeah!! Because I want to be vacuumed into outer space with all the debris you didn't finish eating, all left floating in a trail behind our ship, after you decided to absorb the whole, entire medbay into your space suit."

"Ohhhh, you b$tch. You can die now!!" Mana shot back, sarcastically mocking. "Just wait! I'm coming up there to the Bridge!! Yeah!! Get ready to have your head cut off by a laser beam!!"

Stavros giggled, though felt slightly uncomfortable, forgetting that they were all alone together in space. Peter picked up on his brother's discomfort, though still chuckling to himself. Ka'eo grinned, familiar with the experience.

Peter said, "Did you hear that, Stavro? He's going to cut your head off with a laser!!" He chuckled.

"No, he isn't. I'm—" Stavros replied, stopping himself for a moment to think. "If he brings an actual laser gun up here, I'm gonna— do something to stop him," he tried, unable to think of a more threatening comeback.

"Stavro, he's not going to do that," said Peter.

"Yeah, don't worry about it," Ka'eo said. He set the comms to general broadcast while Stavros shrank into his seat without noticing. Ka'eo transmitted, "Mana, uhhh, Stavro just jumped out of the ship via airlock and left a note at the door, and it says that he went looking for medbay, because he was finally vacuumed out into space, just like he always wanted."

Peter chortled a short oh-ho-hoh, and Stavros giggled.

They all waited for Mana to respond. Peter's leg was bouncing while Stavros felt somewhat guilty and vulnerable, getting carried away with the jokes.

Peter said, "Stavro, you're fine. You guys were just joking. Mana doesn't even care, man. You were just kidding."

Stavros got into a state of mind where he felt more dominant. He relayed, "I know that everything is fine right now, but if Mana does bring a laser gun up here, I'm going to call the USF patrol and have him arrested, even if I die first. See, Mana is crazy, and you guys would think he's joking, and then you'll just let him come back to the Bridge to vaporize me. I think we should weld this door shut."

"No, you don't need to do that Stavro," Ka'eo said, meaning to imply that his feelings were in the wrong place. "It takes time, he's joking," he reassured, knowing the feeling and helping Stavros consume the moment.

Stavros replied, "Yeah, I know. But Mana is crazy. You never know. He might actually blow the ship up doing something stupid like dumping everything he can find into the warp core. Then, we can all just die, and Mana can be happy."

Peter chortled. "Stavros, it's fine. He was joking with you, too. It's not like he was being serious," Peter suggested, avoiding the possible emotional aspect despite Ka'eo's and Stavros's atunement to crew harmony.

Mana walked onto the Bridge suddenly, holding paper bags in both hands. He greeted, "Here, you b$tch, I brought us some food. I brought all you b$tches some food." He aimed his gait at Stavros first then evened out toward everyone else.

Stavros broke out laughing with Peter. Stavros felt relieved seeing Mana walk in with food. Though, he did second guess, wondering maybe Mana has a gun inside one of those bags and he's just concealing it until he walks over here. Ka'eo just smiled, knowing the situation couldn't be as dire as Stavros nearly made it, in theory. The lines weren't pushed so hard that Ka'eo couldn't easily ignore what had just happened, though he took note of the dissonance.

Mana chuckled at the crew laughing. He shoved out amusedly, "Wha-hut. Why are you all laughing at me?!"

Stavros looked at Ka'eo for moral support, and Ka'eo gave him a little nod. "Mana, you're not supposed to bring the cafeteria back with you." Stavros chipmunked a giggle and continued, "You're supposed to leave it there so that when we go in there, there will be food for us all to survive. Remember? We're a crew!!" Stavros joked in nonchalance.

"Yeah, now it's only going to be you eating it," Peter joked along, hissing a laugh.

Mana responded, "Nooo. Aaaaahhhhhhhhlll!!!"

"What did you bring?" Ka'eo asked with a chuckle, walking up to Mana and the paper bags. He looked inside the bags, crinkling them with one hand. He found various space food tubes and sealed bowls filled with different meals. "And they're all heated up, too?"

"Yeah!! ... ? Whyyy would I bring the food cold?! Ka'el?!" Mana said mockingly, subtly hinting some pressure.

"What the f$ck is this?!" Ka'eo jeered, picking a bowl out from the bag, causing Stavros and Peter to laugh simultaneously.

Mana snapped back lightly, "I don't know! That's why you're supposed to eat it!"

Peter's and Stavros's laughter was sustained while Ka'eo took one bag and set it down at the computer consoles, and Mana took the other bag, sitting down with it in his lap.

Everyone was quiet while Mana and Ka'eo settled the food.

"I won't need to go back to the medbay after this, will I?" Ka'eo stoically pursued.

Mana, Peter, and Stavros all laughed. Ka'eo grinned then went focused, popping open the bowl while Mana rolled his chair over to him and passed him a fork from his bag.

"Thanks," Ka'eo said to Mana.

Mana replied with an aaaaaaaaooohh!!

[themomsandthecity]

Julia Fox Is a Mom of a 2-Year-Old, and Her Apartment Proves It

Julia Fox believes in "maximum transparency." So despite her fear of being roasted in the comments, she decided to do a tour of her messy, kid-centric apartment on her TikTok. As a mom to 2-year-old Valentino, Fox wanted to normalize her space in all its chaotic glory - something she hopes most parents can relate to. "Maybe someone can watch this and think, 'OK, so maybe I'm not doing so bad,'" she says in the video. Fox starts the tour in her "bedroom," which is actually the apartment's living room. "I put my bed in the living room so I could turn my bedroom into a little playroom for Valentino," she says while sweeping the camera over the toys on the floor and a random clothing rack she says she "really [needs] to get rid of." (#Relatable.) She then shows off her "nostalgia mirror" that's decorated with photos of Valentino as a newborn next to mementos of loved ones who have passed. The mirror hangs over her "grow station" (two small pots filled with soil). Despite being labeled with small signs for "mint" and "basil," she confirms that "nothing is growing because we don't know what we're doing." From there, Fox takes us down a long hallway, passing a variety of items needed to transport her toddler around NYC, including a tricycle, strollers, and an array of little shoes. She makes sure to point out Valentino's daycare schedule, written in marker on a whiteboard near the front door. Then there's a quick stop to peek at her "little" bathroom with leftover toys in the tub. "It's very tiny, but it does what it's supposed to do," she says. Entering the kitchen, we see Valentino's adorable mini kitchen facing the real deal. The countertops are covered with gadgets like a brand-new cotton-candy maker and various shoe boxes. She adds a disclaimer for viewers, "Don't judge me! I know it's really messy," though all we can think about is the luxury of access to fresh cotton candy. But the crown jewel of the 31-year-old's apartment is her son's bedroom. "I put the most effort into this room," she says, showing off the lofted bed and built-in bookshelves. "I really wanted him to have a cute room." However, Fox admits he doesn't spend any of his time there. "He only wants to be in Mama's room," she says. "He sleeps in bed with me. Yeah, we're cosleepers, sue me. I don't care." This isn't the first time Fox has shared her honest experience of motherhood. In September 2022, she opened up about the rude awakening that came with postpartum depression. "I think it's just such a reality check when you finally have a kid and you're like, 'Holy f*ck, this has just drastically made my entire life worse," she shared on TikTok. "This is not at all the fairy tale that I was f*cking promised. But how do we say that out loud?" While Fox clearly loves her son, she acknowledges the importance of maintaining transparency among parents. @juliafox Come with me on a very underwhelming apartment tour! also to clarify I have only ONE mouse and he’s cute 🥰 ♬ original sound - Julia fox Many TikTokers appreciated the authentic nature of the tour. "[You're] a mother that obviously prioritizes your child & it is a beautiful apartment," one user commented. "Love you are showing that success looks different for every person." Another replied, "Love how much of your space is dedicated to your son." And comedian Hannah Berner dubbed Fox "a relatable icon." The "Uncut Gems" star admits they have a "small mouse problem" but adds, "I appreciate that they come out at night while we're sleeping to clean up the crumbs that my son drops on the floor." She has no plans to evict the mice anytime soon. https://www.popsugar.com/family/julia-fox-shows-her-apartment-with-2-year-old-son-49071842?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

[moneymasnn]

Updated Masterlist: Monday the 14th February 2022

FINALLY I UPDATED IT!!!!1

like I said last time all my works on here are for mason mount but I take requests for anything or anyone, don't be shy to ask xxx

I love taking requests by the way<3

Mason Mount:

Fluff:

Why the f*ck would I say no?

One where y/n is confused about masons extra amount of nerves for the game, but then she figures out why.

The proudest girlfriend in the world

One where mason comes home after a hard defeat, and just wants to relish in the feeling of his girlfriends love.

You don’t like your boobs?

One where mason doesn't seem to understand why you arn't as obsessed with your boobs as he is.

I’ll try to fix you

One where you and mason are childhood sweethearts, but you break up when masons choses the party life over you. After a year of not being together and mason being labelled as 'wasted potential' in the press, masons mum calls you asking for help, as a last resort.

My best friends teammate

One where your best friends teammate has had a huge crush on you for a while now, but now you've moved back into town freshly single and he realises he can finaly make a move.

Initials

When 16 year old mason and y/n exchange Christmas presents.

Match day

Just and average day of y/n supporting her boyfriend at the bridge.

wether you like it or not

Mason is adamant about sharing the rest of his life with you.

10 things I love about you

On your birthday mason decides to write you a very thoughtful card.

You make me human

Where you feel insecure about al the women that are pining over your boyfriend, but mason assures you that you are the one for him.

Because I’m yours

(Longer fic) Mason starts to grow jealous of your relationship with your colleague Daniel Ricardo, causing him to let his insecurities show.

Pay backs a bitch (Part 1- An Audiance- contains smut) (Part 3- Make up time)

Where you and mason get back at his room mate Nathan.

This is how we do it (coming soon)

godfather ft benchilwell/Declan rice (coming soon)

surprise? (coming soon)

wedding speech ft Declan rice (coming soon)

lockdown hair cut (coming soon)

Angst:

Wherever you go, I go too

One where mason starts to distance himself from you, in fear of hurting you... or himself.

only I can

Where a rapper mentions you in a song and Mason feels an overwhelming sense of jealousy.

Didn’t get to say goodbye

One where your labor doesn't go as expected.

Shut up and kiss me

One where you’ve loved mason all your life but suppressed you feelings at the risk of rejection and ruining your friendship, but what happens when he finally admits he’s in love with you too.

stay (coming soon)

what about me (coming soon)

Smut:

I mean it

One where you realise friends with benefits never works, or does it?

Experimenting (only hints of smut)

When you and mason have a conversation in the car about experimenting before you were together.

I read it somewhere

Where moas out about the kind of books you read and feels the need to pleasure you better than the man in the book.

Lazy dayz

Mason comes home from a match horny and tired, resulting in lazy sofa sex.

Begging game

When your boyfriend won’t pay attention to you, so you make him…

hotter than harry styles?

You despise mason mount, but what happens when you get slightly drunk and admit your feeling for him?

Drunken mistakes (part 2 on the way!)

When the hotel rooms mess up your booking and the best mason and the maid of hour have to share a room.

Sex education

When you and your best friend mason are talking about you ex boyfriends ability in bed, until mason feels the sudden urge to please you in a way he never did...

An Audience - (part 2: Pay backs a bitch contains no smut)(Part 3: Make up time contains no smut)

When you and mason get a bit to carried away on the sofa, forgetting he has a room mate.

ice baby (coming soon)

on tape (coming soon)

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My series fics:

The babysitter and the brother| Mason mount (A short series: completed)

Part 2 (Contains smut)

Part 3

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A holiday romance| Mason Mount

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Flower Girl And Her Football Boys|A mason Mount And Ben Chilwell Love Triangle (Click for chapters: Warnings -some chapters contain smut) completed

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No matter how hard I try, it will always be you|Mason mount childhood lovers story

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I need you to be okay series (In the process of rewriting in better quality.)

I need you to be okay

I need you to be okay pt2

I need you to be okay pt3 (coming soon)

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Funny, fluffy ace book

“Asexuality is defined by the absence of something.” I read the line again, and another time for good measure, then I mumbled it to myself out loud. “Asexuality is defined by the absence of something.” I squinted at the screen. “Oh, you can fuck right off,” I muttered and looked up, directly into the horrified face of a customer. [...] I’m an awkward, introvert book nerd, sci-fi geeky twenty-six-year-old librarian, with brownish-ginger hair. Oh, and I’m a gay man. I’m also an expert in Percy Shelley, Lord Byron, and Wordsworth… or just all French Revolutionary poets in general, really. I also have to wear some item of clothing that is perfectly colour-coordinated with my shoes, and I have an inclination to say motherfucker an awful lot. Oh, and there is also a very good chance I’m asexual. The jury was still out on that. Actually, that wasn’t true; the jury had been in for some time, I’d just been resisting their verdict. I didn’t need another label. I had enough of them. I had enough hang-ups, quirks, traits, and societal boxes to tick and squeeze myself into. I didn’t need one more. But I couldn’t decide if having one more label was causing my anxiety to spike or if not having the label confirmed was what gave me anxiety. Maybe I needed the label. Maybe everyone could fuck the fuck off and let me live in my anxiety bubble of non-asexualness. Maybe whoever wrote that article online and said “asexuality is defined by the absence of something” can fuck off too. And that’s where I was up to when Merry found me, with my forehead pressed up against The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck in the How Ironic section, mumbling to myself. “You doing okay, Jordan?” she asked. “To define asexuality by the absence of anything infers that something is missing and therefore incomplete or insufficient.” I looked at her. “I am not any of those things, and I resent the implication—”       She put her hand up and spoke over me. Gently, but firmly, like she knew how to deal with me, or something. “The article goes on to explain that by definition, the absence of sexual attraction makes it difficult to label and the resulting struggle to identify with something that is, by definition, the lack of something.” I sighed petulantly. “I didn’t read that far.” “I gathered.”

-from Upside Down by N.R. Walker

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Olivia Rodrigo's Music Style: Pop-Punk Rockers Who Influenced Her

Olivia Rodrigo’s debut album Sour comes out on May 21, and by now, you certainly know that the 18-year-old singer-songwriter counts the queen of vulnerable love-lorn melodies, Taylor Swift, as one of her most prominent influences. But after topping the charts for eight weeks with “drivers license,” it looks like Rodrigo is rearing into the rock lane, giving us the teenage angst and pop-punk petulance we deserve with the fiery “good 4 u” and impressive live performances.

Trust us, we know we don’t have to compare and contrast every female singer that’s ever made music that isn’t strictly pop, but why not salute the plaid-wearing, Doc Martens-donning foremothers of pop-punk, because as the Saturday Night Live skit on that very topic clarifies, yes she’s wearing her influences on her sleeve, “but it’s also pure Olivia, man.”

Plus, as Rodrigo shared in an interview with The Face on the sound of her upcoming album, “I feel like music is becoming increasingly genreless. I suppose I’m considered a pop artist, but I’ve never felt like one. This album is full of stuff that I like, which is so diverse. There are elements of alternative rock in there, alt-pop, some country, and definitely a lot of folk. I think anyone can find something they like hidden in one of the songs.”

So if you, like us, need something to hold you over while you wait for Rodrigo’s debut, here are 7 pop-punk rock purveyors to press play on.

1. Hayley Williams

It’s hard to think of anyone more capable of creating pure unadulterated pop-punk ballads with unparalleled vocals than Hayley Williams of Paramore, or as she was referred to by NPR, “The 21st Century's Pop-Punk Prophet.” However, with her latest single “good 4 u” Rodrigo is giving her a run for her money. In the track, Rodrigo shows off her vocal versatility, oscillating from singing to talking over electric guitars and a staccato bass line, much like Williams in Paramore’s “Misery Business.” In fact, this mashup of both tracks makes the reference and reverence to Paramore clear, plus it’s an absolute banger.

Williams put emotional fragility, powerhouse vocals, and punk rock authenticity front and center at a time when female-fronted bands were few and far between, giving a generation of young women, like Rodrigo not only someone to emulate but something to look up to.

2. Avril Lavigne

The week Olivia Rodrigo was born in 2003, Avril Lavigne was in the Top 10 with “I’m With You,” according to Rolling Stone. Coincidence? We think not. If that doesn’t tie the influenced to the influencer, just look at Lavigne’s legacy as one of the first songwriters of complicated relationship-themed pop-punk hits, like in her chant-along track “Girlfriend,” the formidable “Sk8er Boi,” and of course, the direct embodiment of that sentiment, “Complicated.” Rodrigo has not only been embodying Avril’s angsty sing-along-worthy lyrics but also replicating her wardrobe, recently rocking combat boots and a plaid corset with matching wide-leg pants (pictured above) and a chain belt you’d find at the checkout counter of any Hot Topic in the early aughts during her Saturday Night Live debut.

So, would the lyrics “It’s like we never even happened Baby / what the f*ck is up with that” in Rodrigo’s “good 4 u” exist without Lavigne singing “And hell yeah, I’m the motherf*cking princess” in “Girlfriend” first? Lucky for us, we’ll never have to find out.

3. Fefe Dobson

Fefe Dobson, is rarely mentioned in the pop-punk canon, but the singer made her mark as one of the few Black pop-punk singers of the early aughts, creating space for artists like Rodrigo who don’t fit into the predominately white male makeup of the genre.

Dobson was just 17 when she entered the pop-punk scene with tracks like “Everything” and “Take Me Away” on her debut album, one that saw her leaning into the same teenage love sentiments of falling hard and questioning it all we see in tracks like “drivers license.” Speaking to Nylon, Dobson discussed how much the scene has changed and made space for diverse artists: “I definitely think there’s no such thing as genre these days. When I was coming out in 2003, I remember people saying to my manager, like “Do you really think this Black girl’s going to do this rock-pop stuff and this is going to work?” I don‘t think that would be even said today. I think that’s a big difference.”

4. Gwen Stefani

Is it dramatic to say that without the anthemic, feminist, pop-punk rock track “Just A Girl” released way back in 1995, none of the new school punk-pop girls would be making visceral “girls to the front” vulnerable hits right now? Maybe, but it’s hard to say. With her pension for performance, fashion, candid lyricism, and devil-may-care attitude, Gwen Stefani has not only made space for herself but artists who want to replicate that same energy.

Rodrigo has never shied away from her love of No Doubt’s leading lady. On multiple occasions she’s discussed finding Stefani’s fearless ability to share personal stories and details about her innermost thoughts and desires as inspiring (and if that’s not punk rock, what is?). In an interview with Elle, it was even revealed that Stefani’s portrait was tapped to Rodrigo’s bedroom wall in a sort of shrine, dedicated to songwriters she admires. In a full-circle moment, Stefani wrote about Rodrigo for Time magazine’s 2021 TIME100 Next list, sharing, that “by pouring her heart out with so much courage and total command of her talent, Olivia made magic.” We agree.

5. Lindsay Lohan

There can be a lot said about the ins and outs, ups and downs, of Lindsay Lohan’s career. However, the platinum-certified album Speak was unquestionably a success for the then-Disney-star-turned-pop-singer who was one of the first stars of the channel to make that career pivot. She never toured for the Billboard charting album, but she did make the path from Disney star to pop-punk artists seem viable.

Rodrigo, who currently stars in the meta High School Musical: The Musical: The Series, discussed embracing her Disney start with Interview Magazine, sharing, “It’s been something I’ve given a lot of thought to, that Disney-girl archetype. I feel like there’s such a clear trajectory for what that is, and there’s so many amazing artists who have done it before me. I did grow up on Disney Channel. I am sort of this goody two-shoes. And I think shying away from that would do my art an injustice too. I just try to be as real as I possibly can.”

6. Liz Phair

Liz Phair’s fourth studio album was a masterclass in how to write a pop-punk romantic ballad while adding expletives to the climax of the track, like in her hit single “Why Can’t I?” It’s easy to see that same strategy playing out as Rodrigo sings, “I still f*cking love you, baby” in “drivers license.” Phair’s eponymous album also features the self-love ballad “Extraordinary,” which embraces her light and dark sides, something we’ve seen in Rodrigo’s first few singles and are sure to see in her debut. At the time of the album’s release, Phair was critically panned for selling out with Pitchfork claiming she’d reduced herself to “teen-pop.” But, as well all know nearly two decades on, there’s no truth to teen-pop being reductive, and Phair’s self-titled album has stood the test of time.

7. Ashlee Simpson

Back in 2004, Ashlee Simpson released her debut album Autobiography, an intimate pop-punk telling of her life. She also documented the entire process of creating the album on her series The Ashlee Simpson Show, something that was unprecedented at the time, but something current stars like Rodrigo who are used to being on camera and giving fans behind-the-scene looks at their creative process are now used to doing.

Simpson also deserves credit for pushing the boundaries of what was “allowed” for pop stars at the time, going her own way by dying her blonde hair black, and pushing back on her label who wanted her to make bubblegum pop. She ushered in an era of sad girl teen pop ballads with tracks like “Pieces Of Me” that artists like Rodrigo are still emulating today.

Olivia Rodrigo

We’ve got to end this story with Rodrigo herself, setting a bedroom on fire in “good 4 u,” and subsequently igniting another phase of her ever-evolving career. She’s got a sound all her own, and we can’t wait to see where she takes it to next. We know she’s here to stay.

Olivia Rodrigo’s debut album SOUR is due out May 21 via Geffen Records.

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Naruhina - Save My Soul -NH2020

For Naruhina2020 March (Bodyguard AU) and April (Celebrity AU)

A/n: Re-posting this long oneshot after major edits. I’d blundered previously when I posted this with huge chunks of old drafts attached at the end, smh. If you have read this story before, please ignore this post.

Rating: Mature

Warning: Modern AU with RTN Hinata and RTN Naruto

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Hinata knew how some people have fetishes. She never thought she had one. Until that moment.

Wait. Would it still count as a fetish if she found that particular body part extremely sexy and distracting on only one specific person?

Sitting in the back seat of her chauffeur driven customised Maybach, Hyuuga Hinata could not take her eyes off of the large manly hands of her bodyguard who was sitting in the front passenger seat. Her nipples puckered and rubbed against the lace of her bra under the short black dress, as flashes of those very same hands skimming over her body, played through her mind. Especially how his long fingers had pinched and thrust into parts of her anatomy that had made her scream and tremble in toe curling pleasure. Involuntarily, her thighs clenched together at the reminder. 

She had to force herself to look away from the man who was absolutely unaware of how his mere presence was wreaking havoc on her mind and body. Not even the constant chatter of her relatively new, chirpy assistant Matsuri, who was sitting right beside her, could pull her thoughts away from the self destructing path she was seemingly on.

Get over it, get over him, she told herself.

Uzumaki Naruto did not want her. He had made it clear. That one particular night, exactly nine days back, had been etched, engraved and embossed into her brain, was supposedly a slip-up on his part. A rare moment of weakness, was how he’d labelled it.

He was her bodyguard. Nothing more, nothing less.

So why did her body yearn for him? Had she imagined the explosive chemistry they had shared in bed? Was she not his type?

The whole world assumed that being a young famous singer-songwriter, she had more men in her life than she could handle. But little did they know that all through her existence, she had been left sorely disappointed by the men who truly meant something to her.

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As soon as she entered her suite at the hotel, she flung her crystal studded killer heels to the side and made a beeline for the well stocked mini bar. 

She had only had a few cocktails at the lavish and exclusive birthday bash of a world renowned, award winning artist, at his sprawling mansion in the outskirts of the city. Usually, she preferred to be in control of her senses at these events. She absolutely hated the idea of other people witnessing her in a weak moment.

It was probably one of the very few traits she had inherited from her now-estranged father. Her already precarious relationship with her only living conservative parent blew into smithereens when she decided to pursue her dreams. 

But that topic was a terribly sore spot for her, and she did not even want to think about it. The only thing she wanted was to drink herself to numbness, now that she was back in the security of her room. Just so that, she could stop feeling unwanted and unrequited emotions and just drift off to sleep.

She could hear Naruto stepping inside the suite, but she willed herself to not glance back at him. He would sleep on the sofa bed in the living room like he had done the night before.

He had been hired by her label’s President to protect her. After she had, apparently, irked quite a few psychopathic, batshit crazy fangirls of the famous rockstar Sabaku Gaara. Just because they had casually dated for a few months last winter. They went especially haywire when the man had written an entire song about her and had openly admitted to it in an interview.

Their relationship ended prematurely, but the threats became progressively scarier and outrightly morbid. That’s when Naruto was taken on board from an elite security organization. He was to protect her, accompany her everywhere for the foreseeable future and always stay within reach. 

Lucky her.

Hinata picked out a small bottle of red wine on impulse and carried it to her room. She shed down to her lacy underthings and poured out a generous amount of the merlot into a bulbous glass.

Taking it to her ensuite bathroom, she began wiping off her makeup in preparation for bed. The process had become so common for her, she was lost in her musings while doing a perfect job of stripping her face bare. 

Refilling her glass again, she lifted it to her lips, when it was snatched away. The harsh tug of Naruto’s fingers made her gasp and spill some wine on her chest. She had not seen him enter her private bathroom.

“What the fuck are you doing?!”, she snapped at him. “You spilled wine on me!”

His gaze flickered to her wet cleavage before he looked away. With his jaws clenched, he poured the drink into the sink and looked at her with a less than pleasant expression.

“You should know better than to drink irresponsibly. Matsuri has already reminded you that you have an early morning meeting with Mr. Senju. The last thing you need is a hangover.”, he uttered those words with a straight face. He tried his best to seem unaffected.

She forced a smile on her face. “I can’t sleep without getting myself drunk. Unless you can think of another way to tire me out. That might just help.”

She was shamelessly coming on to him, but at this point she could care less. Or it was probably just plain ol’ liquid courage.

“Go to bed, and count sheep, for all I care.”, his voice was steady but she could see the inkling of desire in his azure eyes.

She wanted to egg him on, and brought her hands to the front clasp of her bra. “Oh, come on, help me out a bit. Just one more time.”, she was almost playfully begging him now. And she knew she would take whatever he would throw at her. It probably went against feminist ideals, but she was never this weak for another man. She needed him like no one else. Why did he not get that?

“Don’t you want me again?”, she propositioned him and unhooked the wet lace bra to tempt him further.

But before he could get an eyeful for her naked heaving chest, he turned around to walk out of her bathroom. She could only laugh, while her heart squeezed painfully inside at his outright rejection.

“You’re such a pussy!”, she commented mockingly to goade him further.

And lo, behold, it made him stall at the door. His fists were clenched at his sides, but he did not retaliate with words. Just when she felt a sliver of doubt that he would walk away, he swung around and marched over to her, capturing her burgundy stained lips under his hungry ones. 

She moaned audibly at the surge of passion in their liplock, it positively made her giddy. His hands pulled and pressed her body against his, before cupping her perky round bottom and lifting her up against him.

Hinata squealed into the kiss at the sudden change of altitude, but she did not dare break away from him. She needed him so badly that she grasped at his short hair desperately to gain leverage and rub her core against his hardening length.

She heard him groan out loudly and then he pulled away from her lightly bruised, swollen lips, as he joined their foreheads and continued what she had started. Holding her from her bottom, he pushed her against the nearest wall and started thrusting upwards for some desperately needed friction. The silk of her panty was really thin and flimsy, and the ridges of his jeans gliding over her most sensitive point was delicious.

“Yes!”, she cried out. “Naruto… Please!! Don’t stop…!!”

Her hoarse pleading made him curse out loud. Abruptly, he her away from the wall. But instead of taking her to the bedroom like she had expected, he stepped into the large glass walled shower.

Unceremoniously, Naruto pulled the tap handle and the shower sprayed them with really cold water. She screamed as the icy water fell on her skin, instantly cutting off the heat of their encounter.

“F*ck! What the hell?!”, she scrambled out of his grip and out from the chill of the water. “What was that for?”

The cold spray had drenched Naruto, by the time he turned the supply off.

“That was me trying to act on the shred of rationality left in me.”, Naruto said seriously while rubbing a hand across his hair. She shivered and wrapped her arm around her naked chest.

“Oh, for f*ck’s sake, do you have to be so rational all the dam* time?!!”, her voice echoed against the walls. “What’s wrong with you??!!”

He slipped out of the shower cubicle and threw the nearest dry bathrobe at her. She quickly pushed her arms through it to cover herself. Doing what he did was humiliating enough, especially after she had literally begged him to take her.

“Call me old fashioned, but I prefer my women sober in bed…”, he replied with a snort.

“Oh just stop with that holier than thou attitude… I’m barely tipsy… You’re the one who’s got his panties in a wad for no reason.”, she let her frustration speak through with zero filter. “Seriously, have you ever let yourself get carried away by your instincts? Instead of being so dam* uptight 24/7?...”

“Oh, I’ve tried it… Look where that got us…”

“You say it as if it was bad for you…”, she followed after him into the bedroom.

“That is beside the point… You, Miss Hinata Hyuuga, are my employer… It is inappropriate for us to sleep together...”

“It’s a little late for worrying about appropriateness, don’t you think?!...”, her voice was laced with sarcasm. “Surely you realise that or have you lost your memories while perched on your moral high horse?”

Naruto gritted his teeth and glared at her with icy blue eyes. “I haven’t forgotten anything… But I have more self respect and pride than repeating my mistake of being your rebound hookup.”

She felt hurt by his accusation. “Is that what you think? A rebound?... Gosh, Naruto... I have been over Gaara for months...”

“Well then, what else is it??”, he demanded.

She was tongue tied by the abruptness of his question. What was it? 

She was crazy attracted to him. She cared for him. She wanted him to do unspeakable things to her. She wanted to do similar things back to him. But that was as far as she had thought.

Seeing her speechless, he nodded curtly. “That’s what I thought.”

He moved away from her before her muddled brain could make a sense out of the deviation their conversation had taken. Naruto picked up his wallet, blazer and keycard before walking towards the main door.

“Get some sleep… Please… I will be right outside.”

Hinata could not utter the right words to stop him. Even if she desperately wanted to. 

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By eight o’ clock next morning, Hinata was seated in an upscale rooftop restaurant that was famous for its breakfast menu. Mr. Senju was notorious for being an early riser, and he believed in using as much of the daylight as possible to conduct profitable business.

Clad in a flowy lavender maxi skirt, a white lace crop top and a pair of comfy birkenstocks, Hinata was half heartedly listening to Mr. Senju. Her mirrored sunglasses provided her the perfect ruse to hide her tired eyes and also to frequently glance over at Naruto, who stood a few feet away, where he had the perfect vantage point of the whole setting.

Matsuri sat beside her, jotting down important points that were discussed. By the end of the meal, Hinata had agreed to lend her voice to a character of a big budget animated movie that would be produced by Mr. Senju. Few remaining details would be ironed out by her label before she would sign the contract.

“Then I’ll see you back in the city in two weeks, Miss Hyuuga.”, Mr. Senju shook her hand. “It was a pleasure meeting you. Have a good day!”

Hinata smiled widely and bid him goodbye.

“Wow… That was definitely worth losing a few hours of sleep…”, Matsuri commented.

Hinata nodded listlessly, and nibbled on the poached eggs. She would have certainly liked Naruto to join her at the table, but he had maintained the cool aloof demeanour from last night. Like they only worked in a professional capacity.

Hinata could not openly make any grand gestures towards him because the restaurant was decently filled with posh clients.

From behind her shades, she had even noticed more than one woman staring in the direction of the tall figure of her bodyguard. And it lit her with jealousy. It was absurd. She had no claim over him, but she wanted to gorge the eyes out of any woman who so much as second glanced at him. Curiously, she had never felt this possessive about any of her past boyfriends. Not even Gaara, who the craziest female fandom their music industry had ever seen.

Speaking of the devil.

Gasps and murmurs filled the air, as Gaara Sabaku waltzed into the establishment like he owned the place, with his manager right behind him. Most patrons were affluent enough to not stumble out of their seats to approach celebrities for an autograph or selfies. But there were quite a few heads turned and much interest shown, when the red haired rockstar made a beeline for her.

“G-G-Gaara!”, she squeaked and flushed uncomfortably. Hinata was amused to see her so flustered. Especially, when she was quite unaffected by the famous actors and singers at last night’s bash.

Hinata got up from her seat to greet her ex-boyfriend.

“Hinata… What a pleasant surprise to see you here…”, Gaara spoke fondly as he engulfed her in his arms.

Hinata was a little taken aback by his enthusiasm, but she let it slide. There was nothing wrong with acknowledging an old friend or acquaintance with a genial hug. But she noticed the way Naruto had become stiff and alert, standing a few feet away from them.

“It’s nice to see you too Gaara… Weird running into you here… What are you doing so far off from the city?”, she asked him casually.

“Same thing as you. I made it to the party a little late last night… My flight got delayed on my way back from Seoul… By the time I got there, you had left…”, he explained.

“Ah, yeah…I was feeling a little tired…”, Hinata replied. She felt a little uncomfortable by Gaara’s attention, so she deviated from their conversation. “Gaara, this is my new assistant Matsuri… Matsuri, this is Gaara… You might know him….”

Gaara nodded at her nonchalantly before focusing back on Hinata. “How long are you here for?”

“Umm… Just for tonight.. We will be driving back to the city tomorrow morning…”

“That’s great! We must have dinner together tonight. Especially when we are both staying at the same hotel.”

Hinata was quite surprised at his invitation. She could see from the corner of her eyes, Naruto got closer to them and stood behind her protectively.

Was he jealous? Or was this a part of his job?

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea Gaara…”

“Come on, it’s just dinner… I won’t try to kiss you or anything… Unless you want to, ofcourse!”

Hinata fixed him with a mocking glare. She had separated from him on amicable terms. He was not keen on her suggestion of breaking up. But as a free spirited musician himself, he loathed the idea of binding her to him against her wishes. So he let her go. Now, even the thought of having dinner plans with him seemed to hold no attraction for her. Deep down, she realised the reason why.

“Haven’t we had enough problems because of our past? Being seen together again in public would be asking for more trouble.”, she tried to reason with him.

“Fine, if that’s your worry. How about you come over to my suite? We can have a private dinner where no one can see us.” Gaara glanced at Naruto and added, “You can even have your guard installed outside my door to keep an eye out for you.”

She really wanted to decline his invitation without seeming rude or uptight. But it seemed a little difficult now, with Gaara being insistent and the eyes of other patrons of the restaurant on the two of them.

She lowered her voice and replied, “How about I think about it and text you back?”

Gaara smirked and nodded. “Okay. Remember, I will be hoping for a yes.”

He flicked her chin lightly, like he used to do when they were back together, and moved towards his reserved table.

With that, Naruto suggested they make a move out. He trailed closer than ever before, and kept a light protective hand on her back while the few paparazzis outside clicked furiously. She wondered if Gaara’s invite had spurred this extra protective and possessive streak in him. The idea of making him even more jealous appealed to her. But she absolutely hated toying with people to play games like that. She wanted him to want her back without any underhanded tricks in play.

Once back inside the car, Matsuri asked incredulously, “You are not seriously thinking about going out with him, are you??”

Hinata rested her head back and watched Naruto for any sign. He did seem a little stiffer than usual, even as he was busily texting someone on his phone.

“Technically, it’s not ‘going out’... More like ‘dining in’... But I haven’t made a decision about it. Yet.”

A full minute later, her phone pinged and she took it out to read the new text message, thinking it might be from Gaara.

‘For your eyes only. Make sure no one is peeking into your phone.’

It was from Naruto. When she raised her head up, she saw Matsuri trying to inconspicuously peek at the text. She understood that Naruto might be trying to communicate with her without Matsuri knowing about their recent past.

“Who was that?”, she asked nonchalantly.

“Uh, no one.”, Hinata lied easily.

Seconds later, another message popped up. This time she was careful about not letting wandering eyes stray over to her phone.

‘I have to warn you about something. But what is most important is for you to NOT panic. Matsuri has a carving knife in her bag. She picked it up from the restaurant. Beware. Do not engage her in any conversation about Gaara. I have alerted the police, we will get you to safety soon. Just keep calm. You will be fine.’

Hinata grew pale as she finished reading the text. Why would Matsuri pick a knife? Slowly, the pieces fit together, and she realised that her new assistant was one of the psychopathic fans of her ex-boyfriend.

“Was that Gaara?”, Matsuri’s suspicious voice broke her trance.

“Umm… No…”, she replied faintly and looked outside the window to hide any signs of distress on her face.

“I think meeting Gaara again would not be good for either of you.”, her assistant kept talking.

If Naruto had not warned her, she would have snapped back at Matsuri and given her a piece of her mind. And that would have been disastrous. She looked to the front and found Naruto looking back at her. He gave her a small reassuring nod.

“If he thinks-“

Naruto interrupted her just as she spoke. “We’re almost here. It will be ideal for both of you to discuss this in the privacy of the suite, while I run a small errand.”

Soon the car stopped, Naruto jogged out to open Hinata’s door.

“You did good. I am here with you, don’t worry.”, he muttered close to her ears.

Hinata felt safe in his presence and she had to stop herself from leaning into him. The trio moved through the hotel lobby that seemed quieter than usual. Matsuri did not suspect a thing, but she raised an eyebrow at him when he joined them in the elevator.

“I thought you had an errand to run.”

Hinata understood that she was trying to get rid of Naruto to confront her in the suite.

“I do. I just need to grab some papers from my suitcase.”, he lied easily.

As soon as  they entered the suite, they were confronted by the police who were waiting for them. Matsuri turned vicious when her plan was foiled. She tried attacking Hinata even with so many officials around, but she was easily tackled by Naruto.

“Stay right where you are!!”

Soon, she was handcuffed and dragged away, but she kept hissing and cursing at Hinata.

“B*tches like you don’t deserve any love!! You f*cking wh*re!!!”

Hinata was aghast watching the complete switch in her personality. It was chilling to realise that someone who harboured ill intentions for her was kept close.

Her sight turned blurry as she stood rooted to her spot. Whether they were tears of relief or shock or exasperation, was anyone’s guess.

Naruto dealt with the police officials quickly before he went up to her. Wordlessly, he gathered her in his arms and hugged her tight.

“I don’t know why I am crying… I am not a crybaby…”, her words were muffled by his suit jacket.

“It’s okay… It’s okay to feel the way you do...I’m right here for you.”

But she shook her head and looked up at him. “How did you realise…”

Naruto explained his observation of Matsuri’s expression when Gaara came into the restaurant.

“It was somewhere between shock, awe and fanatical lunacy… And when he kept his attention solely on you, she looked vengeful… Both of you were too busy chatting to notice the stark change in her demeanour…”

“Oh…”, she pondered over the events. “So, that was why you stood close to me… Because of Matsuri… Not because you were jealous?”

Naruto sighed and lifted her face up to him. “I was jealous. Extremely so. But even in that moment your safety was my priority.”

Hinata looped both her arms around his neck. “Oh Naruto….About yesterday-“

“Don’t worry about it.”

“No… Let me say it… When you asked me about what you meant to me… I was unsure of how I could put my feelings into words… It might not be love yet, but you are so much more than a rebound… No, actually let me rephrase that… You are nothing like a rebound… I feel very very strongly for you…Honestly, I always keep thinking of you, my eyes keep looking for you... So much so that I’m afraid it might turn into an obsession.”

He smirked and leaned his forehead towards her. “Are you sure that’s not the after effects of the traumatic event talking?”

She grabbed him by his lapels and mockingly glared at him. “Don’t make fun of my feelings for you. I know what I want. Besides, I would hardly call this encounter traumatic. It was shocking and a little scary, but I can get past it. I’m stronger than you think.”

Naruto nodded and looked away from her gaze. “And you are sure you don’t mind that we have almost nothing in common… I mean, you could do much better than me.”

Hinata rolled her eyes at him, “You sure like doubting yourself for someone with so much pride and self respect.”

He just shrugged, “Just putting it out there… Fair warning… I am not easy to get rid off… So I just want to cover my bases…”

“That’s strange…”, she replied with a frown. “I was going to give you the same warning.”

“There’s one thing common between us then.”, he commented before asking. “Shall we seal the deal with a kiss?”

“Only a kiss??”

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Over the next few days, Naruto and Hinata received several phone calls informing him about the development of the case against Matsuri. She had confessed to all accounts of threats and intention to harm but pleaded not guilty citing mental instability.

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Note: Apologies for the very late entry. And also I would like to apologise to fans of Matsuri, she was portrayed negatively in this story, but I assure I have nothing against her! If anything, I like to feature her as Hinata’s friend in a lot of ny other stories.