#from old uniforms and whatnot

[flankittenstudios]

Baby Wrecker and Lula when she's still soft and new.

[kaiser1ns]

#. LOVE ME AS YOU TEAR ME APART

featuring 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗸𝗮 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

angst + fluff + slight suggestive. being friends with takiishi chika, was equal to being on a super dangerous rollercoaster ride, well friends is a word you choose to use despite him not fitting into that category knowing that you are not friends and you will never be.

wc :: 13k. written without any new information about takiishi’s past. SHORT HAIRED CHIKA. original characters added for the sake of the story(not self insters). it's all a figment of my imagination. enjoy reading while listening.

taglist :: @maruflix @heartkaji @y2kuromi @stunie @haiaus @17020

Always be careful of men because you can get hurt if you play with fire for too long. Your mother's words had been ringing in your head every single second since you were born and you couldn't blame her even if you wanted to. Because she was always right about absolutely everything and everyone, as much as you didn't want to listen to her, thinking she didn't understand what it was like to be a teenager with raging emotions and a whole life ahead. Is love medicine or poison? Not even your mom knows the answer to that and you regret not listening to her, you regret calling her stupid and whatnot when you were the fool all along.

But that didn't stop you from seeing him, the boy who was his own hero and villain. His name was coming out of your mouth so sweetly when you asked him to play on the playground, but he pelted you with sand and you cried out loud. Why is a four-year-old so ill-mannered? Where are his parents? Everyone else was wondering this as your mother took you in her arms and started soothing you by gently stroking your hair. “It's okay darling, mommy is here…” 

Her voice is always so sweet like honey, but her look directed at the little red-headed boy was so fierce and cruel. He did not react in any way — like a doll, just a body without a drop of soul. It was normal for kids to mess with others but it was not normal the way he behaved like some monster, it spoke enough for his upbringing. When your mother decided to raise her voice, he looked up at you with those golden eyes like the sun and smiled ever so slightly and imperceptibly, and your little childish brain under the influence of the strong emotion of sadness thought he was mocking you. 

“You shouldn't bully children like that! Didn't your mother and father teach yo — ?” the little boy just turned his back and walked away not caring what your mother had to say, because who does she think she is to tell him what is right or wrong? She is no one to him like he is to hers. “Hey, boy, come right back here!” but he neither turned nor returned and your mom just looked at you and kissed your forehead, sighing heavily. “When you grow up, be careful who you fall in love with, I don't want you to be with boys like him.” you were too young to understand her words, but this was the first time Takiishi Chika made you cry.

“Can you believe that some boy just threw sand at our little girl?” Making dinner also meant time to share problems within the family. And your mother is still angry with the behavior of the little boy while cutting the carrots not so calmly that your dad had to take the knife away from her. “He's a little kid, most guys tease the girls they like.” If you could go back in time you would have told your father that it wasn't true, to some extent it is, but in this case, you were bullied by some stranger, not liked.

The memory of that day in the playground lingered in your mind, even as years went by and you began first grade with all the excitement and nerves that came with a new school year. Your parents had been busy preparing everything for you: new uniforms, new shoes, and the most important thing of all, a sweet obento packed with love.

Your first day of elementary school was filled with introductions and new faces. The classroom buzzed with the sounds of children's chatter and laughter. You found yourself making friends easily, joining in games during recess, and sharing stories about dolls over lunch. The obento your mother made was a hit among your new friends, who admired the neat arrangement of rice, vegetables, and little sausages shaped like octopuses. 

As you sit at the lunch table with your classmates, enjoying your meal and the happy company, when suddenly you get a feeling that someone is watching you. Glancing up, you saw him — the same boy from the playground three years ago. He was sitting at the other table just a short distance away, staring at you with those same unsettling golden eyes. He looked slightly older, but there was no mistaking him with that short red hair.

For a moment, you froze, the memories of that day flashing back. The sand in your eyes, the sound of your mother's soothing voice, and his cold, emotionless stare. He looked away just as you made eye contact, his expression unreadable and that mocking smile was nowhere to be found.

One of your girl friends, noticing your sudden quietness, nudged you gently. “Y/N-chan, are you okay? Is that your boyfriend?”

You forced a smile and shook your head. “N-no! He’s just... someone I knew from before. He threw sand in my face when I was three!”

“He’s older, you know,” one of them said, nudging you with a playful smirk. “A whole year older. That makes him extra cool.” Another added voice in the choir, “And a bad boy! I heard he’s always getting into trouble. Isn’t that exciting, Y/N-chan?”

You felt your cheeks flush, embarrassment and frustration coloring your face. “No way. I would never be with someone like him!” Your friends exchanged glances, giggling. “You know what they say, right?” one of them teased. “If a boy likes you, he’ll tease you!”

You squint your eyes, being skeptical not wanting to give the idea any merit. Yeah, they can tease you, but not in a way that can make you go blind. “Don't be like my dad, Ami.” you retorted, recalling your dad’s words that echoed your friends' sentiments. Your mom always told you that teasing wasn't equal to affection, especially in such a harsh manner.

As the laughter continued, you watched him get up from the table, expecting him to come over or do something disruptive. But to your surprise, he just walked past you, not even glancing your way.

“See, you’re just like a princess waiting for her prince to save her from the poisoned apple with a kiss,” another friend teased, making everyone laugh again. “Maybe he’s just shy,” another one suggested with a smiling face, “Or maybe he’s planning something really special.”

If there was sand in this special thing you rather stay home and watch scary movies that make you unable to sleep. You didn't want to have anything to do with him, you were even starting to forget him, but apparently, life wanted you to remember the incident at the playground for the rest of your life. 

When the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch, you and your friends headed back to class. It was P.E. time, and you were all excited to play outside. The sun was shining brightly, and the playground was bustling with activity. You and your friends decided to pretend you were mermaids, splashing around an imaginary ocean, while others were fairies fluttering about.

As you laughed and played, you noticed the second graders also had P.E. at the same time. They were on the other side of the field, playing various games. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him, all alone, away from the group, kicking a football ball around. 

You tried to ignore him, focusing on your game. But then, without warning, you felt a sharp pain in the back of your head. You crumpled to the ground, clutching your head and crying out in pain. Your friends gathered around you, their faces a mix of concern and confusion. Through the blur of tears, you saw the football ball that he had been playing with, now lying a few feet away from you. The teacher rushed over to check on you, while the second graders' teacher called out sternly, "Takiishi, to the principal's office!"

You looked up, still crying, and saw him walking away, a big red dot retreating into the distance. Tears streamed down your tender face as you held your head in your hands.

As the teachers helped you to your feet and checked for any serious injury, your friends whispered among themselves, some still giggling nervously. "He did it on purpose," one of them said. "Or it was just an accident," another suggested, but this wasn't Snow White or Sleeping Beauty waiting for their prince when they fell to be awakened by a kiss. It was real bullying but the other girls thought it was something romantic straight out of a fairy tale or a movie. 

You didn't want to hear his name or see him anymore. But your parents taught you not to judge people, trying to push away the idea that he might have hurt you on accidnet knowing he did it on purpose. And speaking of parents, surely they will be angry, well at least your mom will be pissed knowing what this boy has done before and your dad will take it as an accident. You wished he was like the other boys, or maybe to behave like a real prince. At six years old you asked yourself the question: What did I do wrong?

The teachers decided it was best for you to sit out the rest of P.E. in the shade, and your friends stayed close, trying to cheer you up. “It’s okay, Y/N-chan!” Ami said hooking her arms with yours “My big sister cries all the time because of the boy she likes!”. Despite their efforts, the incident left another core memory in your childish brain — Takiishi Chika made you cry for a second time.

For your ninth birthday, you got the toy you saw on commercials every day. Yes, you may be a little too old for such things, but you're never too young to have fun. And that's why you and your friends agreed that tomorrow in class everyone should bring their dolls so that you can play. 

It was supposed to be fun, you were supposed to run in the classroom, not in a circle trying to get your doll from a group of boys who were neither your age nor a year older, it seemed that they were at least twelve. Your heart races as you sprint down the hall, tears blurring your vision. Your precious doll, a cherished birthday gift, is clutched in the rough hands of boys who tower over you, their laughter echoing like cruel music in your ears. "Please, give it back! I won't tell the teacher, I promise!" you plead, voice trembling.

The boys laugh louder, one of them tossing your doll down the hall. You flinch, expecting to hear the sickening thud of your doll hitting the ground, but instead, you hear rapid footsteps. In an instant, the boys are on the ground, sprawled out in various states of shock and pain.

You freeze, fear tightening your chest. What if you're next? What if you never see another Winx transformation or find out what happens in One Piece? Shivering, you try to move but your body refuses to obey.

The figure before you is unmistakable. The red and yellow hues, the aura of danger—it's him. He stares at you, blinking a few times before that same mocking smile from six years ago spreads across his face. His gaze, cold and intense, feels like it's piercing through you. He doesn't speak, doesn't move—just stares. The silence stretches, heavy and uncomfortable. You wonder what he's thinking, why he's acting this way, but no answers come.  

Before you can react, another voice pierces the tension. "Hey, don't cry now, here is your doll!" It's another boy, holding your now broken doll. You recognize him, he is with the redhead all the time, but his name eludes you. He hands it gently, and you accept it, despite its broken state. It's still yours.

"Takiishi, is that your girlfriend?" the blue-eyed boy asked but Takiishi ignored him. He steps over the fallen bodies, giving you one last look with those warm eyes that showed coldness, unwavering, as if searching for something within you.

"Hey, wait up for me~ It was nice meeting you!" the same boy shouts, running after the delinquent. You stand there, hugging your doll, still covered in goosebumps. Even though the fear was overpowering, you felt relieved at the same time.

For the first time, Takiishi Chika made you smile. It was a small, tentative smile, but it was there. The boy who once haunted your nightmares has given you a reason not to buy Dreamcatchers.

Being thirteen meant you were growing up, entering your teenage years, and you had to be cool, even if you had a strong obsession with that one band and several dozen movies and TV shows. You kept it cool, but when you were with your friends you were giggling like the middle school girls, in fact you are in middle school. For the past four years, you had a strange relationship with Takiishi Chika, the boy who had once been the monster in your fairy tale. After the doll incident, things changed. No one dared to cause you any harm or say anything to your address, knowing you had something going on with and although your friends jokingly call him your boyfriend, you know better. He is not and never will be your Prince Charming. Yet, you've grown used to his presence, tolerating him as best as you can.

Today was special, you felt like it was going to be. You had borrowed your mother's makeup, hoping she wouldn't notice. The thrill of trying something new made your heart race as you carefully applied pink lip gloss and mascara. It was simple, but the compliments from your friends made you feel like you had discovered a hidden superpower, even thinking that your favorite idol would ask you to be his girlfriend. You wore your makeup all day, and the compliments and flattery did not stop even after your school club activities ended, you decided to visit your favorite spot, the rooftop, with some leftover snacks.

The rooftop was your hiding place where you could escape and dream. The open sky seemed to stretch forever, and you loved the feeling of the breeze playing with your hair. Here, you could be yourself, indulging in daydreams about your favorite group and the countless movies and TV shows you adored.

As you stood admiring the view, just staring at the horizon, lost in thought. That was until you heard a familiar voice. Turning your head slightly you saw the source of the voice that belonged to Endo Yamato, and Takiishi Chika had climbed up and was watching from above. You tensed slightly, hoping they wouldn't notice you, but luck wasn't on your side.

"Hey, Takiishi, your girlfriend is here!" Endo's voice rang out, making you sigh. Not again with the boyfriend-girlfriend thing. Why does everyone have to call you that? He more or less tried to kill you, and he did it twice either with sand or a football ball.

"I am not his girlfriend, Endo," you said, annoyance clear in your voice. His teasing smile widened as he replied, "Then why are you wearing makeup? The whole school talked about how cute Takiishi's girlfriend is."

That left you confused. Other students talked about you being pretty? Being Takiishi Chika's pretty girlfriend? That couldn't be true, as he always talked nonsense, and expecting an answer from the red-haired boy was like expecting a lion to eat plants - it would never happen.

"You are so weird. No one said anything like that," you retorted, crossing your arms, and glaring at Endo, who still had that teasing smile plastered on his face. Before you could say anything more, Takiishi jumped down from a slightly higher place, landing between you and Endo.

"See, he is coming to greet you. He never leaves this spot—" Endo's words were cut off as Takiishi swung at him. Endo dodged the punch, grinning as he realized it was his cue to leave.

Now it was just you and Takiishi Chika. When you are with him, your heart burns and you don't know why. As always, he looked at you with that soulless look, his eyes still radiating emptiness, even though all his expression was something, it was nothing to you. You tried to find the right words. "Do you have always to do that?" you finally asked, referring to his sudden appearance and equally sudden aggression. His only response was a slight shrug as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Why do you always show up out of nowhere?" you pressed on. "And why does everyone think we're dating?"

Takiishi's eyes flickered for a moment, a hint of something passing through them, but it was gone as quickly as it came. "Does it matter?" he said flatly, his voice devoid of emotion. You couldn't stand the silence, the lack of answers, the emptiness that seemed to consume every interaction with him. Each time you tried to break through his cold exterior, you felt yourself growing more frustrated, more desperate for some sign of humanity. Today, though, was different, you have reached your limit.

"Why don't you care?" Your voice wavered your anger and hurt mingling in your words. "For the past ten years, you've done nothing but humiliate me, throwing things my way, harshly shoving me out of your way. Why do you behave like some monster?" A hiccup escaped your lips, and you could feel the tears welling up, the dam finally breaking once again.

Takiishi just stared at you, his eyes as empty as ever. His lack of reaction only fueled your rage. "I tried my best to be good, to be a human and a friend to you. But you haven't changed." The words tumbled out of your mouth, unfiltered and raw. You didn't know what had possessed you to admit what you felt to someone who seemed incapable of feeling anything.

Was it because of last week when he tripped you on the stairs, and you had to lie to your mom about falling during a volleyball game? Or when he almost punched you just because you told him he had to go to class?

You tried to find the right words, to make him understand, to make him care. "Why?" you finally asked, your voice trembling. "Why do you show up out of nowhere and act like I'm some sort of target?"

Chika harshly grabbed your wrist, he was holding it very tight, and could have broken your arm at any second, as you winced at the sudden pain. "Let me go!" you demanded, trying to wrench your hand free. But he didn't let go. Instead, he pulled you closer, his breath warm against your face. And then, without warning, he kissed you on the lips. Your mind went blank. Not knowing how to react or what to think. The kiss was rough and forceful, lacking any tenderness or affection. It felt more like a punishment than a gesture of what others could call love. When he finally pulled away, you were left gasping for breath, your heart pounding in your chest like it was going to burst out at any moment.

You stumbled back, your wrist still aching from his grip. "What is wrong with you?" you shouted, your voice cracking with a mix of anger and confusion. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand as if trying to erase the memory of his kiss.

He just stood there, watching you with that same inscrutable expression. "You can't just do that to people," you continued, your voice trembling as you were breathing heavily. "You can't just… do whatever you want."

But his eyes never wavered, and his expression never changed. It was as if he hadn't heard a word you said, as if your pain and unknown emotions deep inside your heart hidden away, meant nothing to him. And in that moment, you realized that maybe they didn't.

You took a step back, needing to put some distance between yourself and him. "Stay away from me, I hate you." you said, your voice steadier now. Hate was a strong word and it wasn't just said out of nowhere, but he deserved it. "Monster."

That special moment for every single girl who was or was about to fall in love was taken away from you, your first kiss stolen by someone like him. You knew you should hate him, despise him for what he had done. But a part of you, a small, irrational part, still wanted to understand him, to reach out to the person hidden behind the locked doors of his soul. But as you turned to leave, you couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't the end, that he wasn't done with you yet. Takiishi Chika made you cry for a third time. And that thought was more terrifying than anything else.

Words came out of his mouth after you were no longer here, but only he heard them, almost as a whisper to himself. "You are pretty." They were meant to be an aside, a secret confession cloaked in madness, but now they felt like a ghost, haunting the empty space where you used to be.

The sweet sixteen — from caterpillar to a beautiful butterfly in the endless garden called life. You grew, mentally and physically, more mature than you were a few years ago in middle school. And now look at you, first year in high school, new place and with new people, it was so nostalgic when you thought about your first day of school. 

The laughter, the smiles... and the tears. Despite everything that had happened a whole decade ago, the past is past — forgive and forget. There was no room in your head to think about it anymore, not when your boyfriend was waiting for you. Was your mother showing him baby pictures of you again? This woman loves to embarrass you, but it can't be helped, you are her only daughter.

"Ah, here she is three years old, she loved playing in this sandbox until some spoiled brat threw sand at her." you overhear her say. She still holds a grudge against him. His name has become a taboo subject, and she’d freak out if she found out he kissed you — that’s why she doesn’t know. In fact, no one does. "Mom, you should stop showing Kirihito my baby photos every time he is here," you say as your boyfriend chuckles, and your mom gets up and goes to the kitchen.

"Come and get your lunch," she calls, but before you leave the house, she tells you to be careful with Kirihito Yuu. It's your first boyfriend, and not every first try is going to be good or as expected, she wanted to protect you from bad news.

"Be careful, darling. Don't play with fire for too long or you will get burned." She doesn't understand what it's like to be a teenager with raging emotions and a whole life ahead. Your mother should stop being so judgy. She doesn't know Kirihito like you do.

"You are ridiculous, Mom," you roll your eyes as you put the bento in your bag. This conversation has been going on for almost 5 months since they found out you had a boyfriend and apparently they won't stop hinting at it.

"Just don't come back crying when he breaks your heart."

You don't say anything, your scoff is enough. Everyone likes him; why can't she? Even your dad is on her side with this. But you pay them no mind like you started doing when you entered puberty. You know everything; your parents know nothing.

Arriving at your school's gate, he holds both of your hands. "I'll see you later?" you ask, feeling his body warmth. The thing is you're going to an all-girls high school, and your boyfriend attends Furin High School. Its reputation isn't great, and your parents don't like him because they see him as one of those vulgar hooligans.

But no one could beat Takiishi Chika in terms of being the most horrible person you've ever met. He had a reputation for being extremely violent. He didn't care about anything and you knew it best by being his play toy. Even in his first year of junior school, he beat someone supposedly stronger than him, and he caused fear wherever he walked. 

Wait... Did you just think about him again?

"Are you okay, love?" your boyfriend asks, his voice pulling you back to the present. You nod your head, trying to shake off the unsettling memories. "Just being nervous is all." You smile at Kirihito, unlike someone else, he's never bullied you or been cold. Instead, he's always been your safe haven. You're not ready to say those three words yet, but you know your feelings for him run deep.

“You got this. Call me if you need anything, all right?” he said as you nodded your head, blushing as he went on his way to Furin High. It always felt like the beginning of a different world, one that you were both a part of and completely separate from. As he walked through the school gates, he was always on time for classes, or "meetings," as they liked to call them.

A whistle made its way to his ears as he saw his team leader and bowed his head. "Unusual for you to be late," the leader said, voice teasing. "Did you rob a bank or something? You look a little bit too happy."

Kirihito looked up, his piercing red eyes meeting his upper's blue ones. The leader's smirk grew wider, sensing something out of the ordinary. "I was just walking my girlfriend to her school," Kirihito said nonchalantly, though a slight tinge of pride colored his usually stoic tone.

The main reason why Furin was like it was, a place where chaos and destruction ruled was because of Endo Yamato, he was pretty well known in and outside most schools. "Oh! Girlfriend, you say? Is she cute?" curiosity piqued, as he leaned in slightly, eager for more details about this unexpected aspect of Kirihito's life.

"I guess she is," he replied, his voice flat and devoid of enthusiasm. 

"You don't sound like you love her," the leader remarked, raising an eyebrow at Kirihito's indifference "That's because I don't,"  face dull and his voice detached from emotion. His eyes, however, held a fleeting sadness, hinting at deeper complexities within him. Endo watched him for a moment longer, intrigued by the contradiction of Kirihito's actions and his apparent lack of feelings. "Well, best of luck breaking up with her."

But his curiosity didn't stop there, it was after a few hours when Endo's eyes followed Kirihito as he moved through the bustling schoolyard, a catlike grace to his steps that belied the darkness within him. He trailed behind, his presence unnoticed by the rest of the students who were preoccupied with their own dramas and distractions.

It wasn't long before he saw Kirihito meet up with a girl who broke into a smile as she approached him, her eyes lighting up at the sight of her boyfriend. A very familiar face. Hold on… Is that you? Kirihito's demeanor shifted slightly, a faint, almost imperceptible softness in his otherwise cold exterior. He reached out and took your hand, guiding you away from the crowd of students and towards a quieter part of the campus.

It was really you. L/N Y/N.

Endo Yamato hit the jackpot, he couldn't believe it. After three years he finally saw you again. He snapped a photo of the two of you with his phone, the click of the camera shutter masked by the noise of the school around him. As he reviewed the image, a slow smile spread across his face. You had grown even prettier since he last saw you before you transferred to another middle school, your features more refined, your presence more captivating. It was no wonder Takiishi was infatuated with you.

He lingered in the shadows, watching as the both of you turned to leave in the direction of the city center. “On a date, huh?” prying eyes remained fixed on you, noting the way you stood for a moment, watching Kirihito retreat before holding your hand.

He knew exactly where to find you now, how you looked, and who you were with. Takiishi would be very interested in this information because he didn't bother to like anything else besides violence. The thought of delivering such news to him filled Endo with such happiness.

As you walked hand in hand with Kirihito, the city around you seemed to fade into the background. You were lost in the moment, the warmth of his hand in yours grounding you, making you feel safe and cherished. You had longed for something like this—for love, a simple date just the two of you, enjoying each other's company without any worries.

You both decided to stop by your favorite café, the soft murmur of conversations and the gentle clinking of cups created a cozy atmosphere. As you settled into a corner booth, you couldn't help but notice Kirihito's face clouded with a hint of sadness.

"Baby, what's wrong? Did a fight break out again?" you asked, your voice filled with concern and anxiety.

Kirihito glanced up, his eyes meeting yours. "Don't worry, just a rough start to the day. Nothing that your smile can't fix," he replied, a small smile tugging at his lips.

You blushed at his comment, warmth spreading through you. Kirihito's words had a way of making you feel special, even when he was hiding his own troubles. Meanwhile, he couldn't shake the thought of how annoying and clingy you were. But despite that, he couldn't deny that you were pretty — the only thing he liked about you.

Meanwhile, Endo's mind was racing with plans. He knew Takiishi would want to know about your relationship with Kirihito. He couldn't wait to see the chaos that would unfold. Slipping away from the busy street, making his way through the narrow alleyways his sharp eyes scanning every corner. The scent of damp asphalt mixed with the faint metallic tang of blood. He found a tall dark silhouette against the dim alleyway lights, standing over several unconscious bodies. Takiishi’s fists were clenched, his breath coming in heavy, angry bursts.

"Takiishi," Endo called out, his voice steady despite the chaotic scene. Chika turned, his golden eyes blazing with a fire that seemed to burn through the shadows. "You fought these guys a week ago. Give them a break."

Endo stepped closer, carefully avoiding the bodies sprawled on the ground. "I was about to tell you something," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. "But I realized you might need one more day."

Takiishi's anger could have been seen, an almost physical force radiating from him. "One more day for what?" he demanded, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.

"To enjoy," Endo replied, his tone teasing as ever. "Before everything changes." He knew well enough that telling Takiishi about you would ignite a firestorm; his temper was like a blazing inferno, consuming everything in its path when provoked.

Takiishi's eyes narrowed, suspicion flickering across his face. "What are you planning?"

Endo shrugged "You'll find out soon enough, don’t wanna spoil the birthday surprise."

Takiishi stared at him, the fire in his eyes dimming slightly as he processed Endo's words, but the redhead paid him no mind because he always talked like that. He left the scene, probably in search of something else to entertain him, as the other followed him like a loyal dog.

As they walk around the city, the usual noise of traffic and chatter blends into a monotonous hum. The streets are busy, and the neon lights cast a colorful glow on the pavement. Takiishi barely listens to Endo's stories about the latest drama in Furin, his mind wandering.

Then, out of nowhere, you appear. Standing alone at the bus stop, your presence strikes Takiishi like a bolt of lightning. He doesn’t know how he spotted you in the crowd, and he doesn’t care. All he knows is that his chest tightens and his brain goes numb. He doesn't care about you. He won't question why you left, won't let himself feel anything. But why is his body moving towards you?

Endo's voice calls out to him, urging him to stop. "Takiishi, wait!" His friend's hand grabs his arm, trying to pull him back. Without thinking, Takiishi spins around and punches Endo hard in the face. The crack of bone against bone is a well-known melody by now.

"Don't get in my way," Takiishi snarls, his voice a low growl. It's not just a warning—it's an order.

But when he looks back to the bus stop, you're gone. The bus pulls away, carrying you out of his reach. The moment passes, and he’s left staring at the taillights disappearing into the distance.

Takiishi turns back to Endo, who is clutching his jaw and staring at him in shock. The fire in his eyes dims slightly as he processes what he’s done, but he doesn’t apologize, he never does. Endo mutters something under his breath, probably a curse, expecting something like this to happen.

Chika walks alone now, and the reality of what just happened sinks in. The city buzzes around him, indifferent to his mess. He feels the sting of regret but pushes it down. There’s no room for that now. Not when he wasn't done with you, not when he needed you.

It was hard work, even when you put in extra hours after school. With one of your coworkers out sick, you had to juggle the cash register and sorting products in the warehouse simultaneously. The bell over the door jingled, and your remaining coworker nudged you, urging you to check on the new arrival.

"Hello, sorry for making you wait. What can I do for y—?" Your sentence trailed off in shock as you looked up and saw the customer. "Endo?" Standing in front of the register, he appeared taller and more fit than you remembered, but his expression was unchanged, though you noticed a few bloodstains on his face.

"Long time no see, cutie~," he greeted you with a teasing tone.

You forced a smile, masking your panic. "What are you doing here?" It was a stupid question, you knew, but his sudden appearance and choice of a nickname threw you off. 

"What? I can't buy myself a drink now?" he pouted playfully as he placed two energy drinks on the counter. "You live on the other side of town, where they certainly have the same drinks."

You scanned the items, and he paid with more than necessary. "Keep the change." He took the drinks but didn't leave. "What?" you asked, feeling uneasy.

"I came here to talk to you. As they say, the customer is always right, and you should attend to his needs."

You sighed, glancing at the clock. It was nearly closing time, and as much as you wanted to say no, you reluctantly agreed. Sitting outside, he opened one drink and handed you the other, claiming it was his treat. You murmured a thanks, sipping it quietly. Despite the silence, it wasn't awkward. Questions swirled in your mind: why was he here? Had he been in a fight?

"Who did you fight this time?" you asked, curiosity getting the better of you, knowing how he was getting targeted.

"Your boyfriend," he replied calmly. Kirihito had landed a punch on Endo? That couldn't be true. Kirihito wasn't the type to get into fights, especially not with someone like Endo. Besides, you and Kirihito kept things private, away from the Furin guys. "Takiishi's been doing well, though it's been rough after you broke up with him," he continued, poking at an old wound.

Not this again. Takiishi Chika wasn't your boyfriend. You never broke up with him; you ended whatever twisted relationship you had after he treated you like nothing. But explaining that to Endo would be pointless. He thrived on these messy entanglements, relishing the drama.

"Endo, I'm not in the mood for this," you said, hoping to steer the conversation away from painful memories, but deep down you wanted to ask him so many things

"Come on, Y/N, don't be like that. I'm just here to catch up," he said, his tone mockingly innocent. "It's been too long. You can't tell me you haven't missed me a little."

You sighed again, knowing this conversation wasn't going to end quickly. "What do you want from me?" He leaned back, looking up at the sky and then at you. "I want to know how you've been. And maybe... just maybe, I want to see if you wanted to hang out someday, just like the old times."

You rolled your eyes. "No, thank you. I have a boyfriend.” and before you could say more, he chuckled. Oh, how much he loves knowing things other people didn’t. Your boyfriend was a complete jerk, a weakling, someone who was a waste of air on the Furin grounds. But he will make you see it yourself, the morning is wiser than yesterday, and he will look forward to it.

The night air was cool and refreshing the street lights casting a faint glow on Endo's face. He sipped his drink, a smirk on his lips as if he were savoring every moment. You could tell he was playing games like he always did. He was more like a mastermind, instead of a player.

Endo’s gaze lingered on you, and he finally said, “You know, Y/N, it's strange. I always thought we had a good thing going. Even if it was a bit chaotic.”

You frowned, not sure where he was headed. It was chaotic for him, but it was traumatic for you. “We had a lot of things going on, but I wouldn’t call it good.” He shrugged, unaffected by your words. “Fair enough. I suppose I’m just nostalgic. Those days had a certain charm.”

It was clear he wanted to probe deeper, to stir up emotions you’d rather leave in the past. But you decided to change the subject. “Where are you hitting at?.”

He tilted his head, considering your question with a thoughtful look. “I missed you,” he said finally, though his tone was light, almost playful. “Or maybe I just wanted to see how you’re doing, to remind you that not everything is as perfect as it seems.”

You didn’t want to dwell on his riddles. Instead, you took a deep breath and tried to focus on the present. “Look, it’s late, and I have a busy day tomorrow. It’s probably best if we wrap this up.”

Endo’s expression softened, and he gave you a small, almost genuine smile. “Alright, alright. I’ll let you a VIP pass.” He stood up, stretching a bit as if preparing to leave. “But before I go, I want you to remember something.”

You looked up at him, waiting. “What is it?”

He took a moment, studying you with an intensity that made you shiver slightly. “Life has a way of throwing surprises at us, and sometimes, it’s worth keeping an open mind. Don’t be too quick to dismiss what’s right in front of you.”

Before you could respond, he took a step back, his expression shifting to one of casual indifference. “Goodnight, Y/N. Sweet dreams~”

With that, he turned and walked away, disappearing into the night. You watched him go, very confused, wondering what kind of mess you had gotten yourself into without knowing it. The encounter had left you with more questions than answers, and as you headed back inside, you couldn’t shake the feeling that Endo’s words would linger in your mind long after he was gone. Just like you were thinking about another man when you were already in a relationship, sometimes you can't get rid of the past if it just keeps coming back to you.

You groaned softly as you woke up from the weird dream, feeling the remnants of confusion like a hungover. Endo, of all people, was in your dream, and yet, there had been something unsettlingly real about it. Blinking in the morning light, your eyes fell on the pitcher of the drink he’d given you yesterday. It was still there as if mocking the boundaries between your dreams and reality. 

Rubbing your eyes, you reached for your phone to check the date. June 21st stared back at you from the screen, bringing with it the gentle reminder of an important milestone. A message from Kirihito popped up, as you read his sweet, heartfelt message, a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. He had planned a special dinner for the two of you tonight, a gesture that spoke volumes about how much he cared.

Happy seven months to us, my love! It's hard to believe it's already been seven months since we started this incredible journey together. Every day with you has been a blessing, filled with laughter, love, and countless memories that I cherish deeply, every moment spent with you is a moment I hold dear. You bring so much joy and light into my life, and I’m grateful for your love, kindness, and the beautiful soul that you are. You’ve made me a better person, and I can’t wait to see where our journey takes us next. Thank you for being my partner, my best friend, and my everything. I love you more than words can express. I love you <3

But as the warmth of his words enveloped you, a nagging thought wormed its way into your mind. There was something else you were supposed to remember today, something that felt like it was just out of reach. But as hard as you tried to remember, it slipped through your fingers like sand. You were looking forward to the evening with your boyfriend; it would be special, just like every moment you spent together.

As you tried to push the nagging thought aside, the memory of last night crept back in. The way Endo just appeared out of nowhere and started saying things to you that somehow made sense. You shook your head, determined to focus on the present. Kirihito’s message was a bright spot in your day, a reminder of the love and connection you shared. You set your phone aside, mentally preparing yourself for the evening ahead, and resolved to enjoy every moment of it.

After all, the present was where your heart truly lay. The past, with its fleeting dreams and unresolved questions, could wait until you were ready to confront it. 

You got up, getting ready for school when you heard a knock on your bedroom door. "Come in!" you said as the door opened and your mother entered, holding a decorated pink box.

"Special delivery for you," she announced as she got closer to you and you took the box from her. It was elegantly wrapped, with a delicate ribbon tied perfectly around it. You recognized the handwriting on the attached card immediately: it was from Kirihito. Your heart skipped a beat as you carefully opened the box. Inside, nestled in soft tissue paper, was a stunning golden bracelet with the letter K elegantly engraved. It shimmered in the morning light, and a smile spread across your face. 

Your mother's presence, however, quickly brought you back to reality. She stood there, a complicated expression on her face, of concern and disapproval. Sensing her impending lecture, you felt a wave of frustration rise within you.

"If you are going to say something bad about him, leave. I don't want to deal with your antics today," you snapped, the harshness of your tone surprising even yourself. You slipped the bracelet onto your wrist, admiring how it looked against your skin.

Your mother's eyes narrowed, and she took a step back, hurt flickering across her face. "You will regret talking like that to me," she said quietly, but with a firmness that made you pause. "But it's your choice if love is medicine or poison."

With that, she turned and walked out of your room, leaving you standing there, the bracelet suddenly feeling heavier than it did a moment ago.

You leave for school, the golden accessory gleaming on your wrist as a reminder of Kirihito's gift. The morning air is crisp, and you try to shake off the uneasy feeling your mother's words left behind. Your mind drifts as you walk, lost in thoughts of your boyfriend and the complicated web of emotions surrounding you.

But then you see it. That unmistakable flash of red hair in the distance, the distinctive black gakuran jacket that seems to draw all light into its inky depths, and those golden eyes that watch you from afar. Everything around you becomes silent and extinguished, as if the world itself has faded away, leaving only a singular path that leads to him.

Your breath hitches in your throat, and your steps falter as you stare. His hair, still in the same short style, catches the morning light just right. Face was still so gentle yet rough, and his eyes were still full of nothingness, but this time it seemed like the golden and warm color didn't cotranslate with his soul when his pupils dilated. He's grown, no longer the boy you remember, but the change is striking. He used to be shorter than you, but now he stands tall, almost imposing, a figure out of a memory that feels both distant and hauntingly close.

Time seems to stretch as you both stand there, locked in each other's gaze. The world around you ceases to exist; there's only him and the unspoken history that ties you together. He begins to move, each step bringing him closer, his eyes never leaving yours.

Panic surged through you. Without thinking, you turned on your heel and started running. The sound of your footsteps echoed in your ears, but the only thing you could focus on was the sensation of his gaze following you. Your surroundings became a blur as you dashed down the street, your heart pounding louder with each step.

You didn't dare look back, afraid of what you might see—or feel—if you did. The world felt like it was closing in, the path ahead narrowing as you sprinted towards the school gates, seeking refuge in the familiar bustle of your classmates and the routines of the day.

Finally, you slowed down, breathless and shaken. You glanced back over your shoulder, but there was no sign of him. Yet the feeling of his eyes on you lingered, a reminder that some things from the past have a way of catching up, no matter how fast you run.

Behind you, you sense him still coming, a relentless presence that refuses to fade. Your breath comes in ragged gasps as you push yourself harder, desperate to put distance between you and the figure from your past. The bracelet on your wrist feels like a burning brand, a reminder of the tangled emotions you can't escape.

You finally entered the school, the sight of familiar faces and the usual morning chaos offering a semblance of comfort. But the pounding of your heart and the image of his golden eyes wouldn't leave your mind. You made a beeline for the restrooms, seeking a moment of solitude to collect yourself.

Inside the quiet, sterile space, you approached the sink and turned on the tap. Cold water gushed out, and you cupped your hands to catch it, splashing your face repeatedly. The shock of the cold helped, but only slightly. As you lifted your head and looked into the mirror, your reflection stared back at you, water droplets mingling with the tears that had escaped your eyes.

Why do you feel this way? The question hung in the air, as you watched the tears and water flow down your face, leaving trails of confusion and heartache in their wake. You had everything you were supposed to want: a boyfriend who cared for you, a life that was steady and predictable. So why were you crying now?

Why does your heart beat so much for him but not for your boyfriend? The thought gnawed at you, your chest tightening with the realization. Kirihito was kind, caring, and had always been there for you. But the sight of Takiishi Chika had stirred something deep within you, something that had lain dormant for years.

Why do you love Takiishi Chika? You whispered the question to your reflection, the words feeling both foreign and familiar. He had always been a part of your life, he might have been an asshole to you but seeing him again had brought back a flood of memories, emotions you thought you had buried long ago. Takiishi Chika made you cry for the fourth time. Instead of being scared, you are more attracted to him, now.

The realization hit you like a wave, and you clutched the edge of the sink for support. The pain of the present and the echoes of the past merged into a confusing whirlwind inside you. How could you explain these feelings, even to yourself? The tears kept flowing, each drop a testament to the storm in your heart. You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, but the questions persisted, their answers just didn’t exist. 

As you stood there, lost in the labyrinth of your emotions, the school bell rang, jolting you back to reality. You quickly wiped your face, trying to compose yourself. The day had to go on, but the image of Chika, and the emotions he had stirred, lingered at the edges of your mind, refusing to be ignored.

The rest of the school day passed slow. You attended classes, answered questions when asked, and even smiled at your friends, but everything felt distant and detached. Your mind was elsewhere, lost in the tangled web of your emotions. Every time you glanced at your wrist, the bracelet Kirihito gave you shimmered back, reminding you of his presence, his love, and how different your feelings were now.

You barely tasted your lunch, pushing the food around your tray while your thoughts drifted back to Chika. The memories of him, the way he had looked at you that morning, kept replaying in your mind. It was a struggle to focus on anyone else.

By the time the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, you felt exhausted. The prospect of going home should have been a relief, but you knew it meant facing the evening ahead—a dinner with Kirihito that you now dreaded.

As you walked home, the air felt heavy, and each step took more effort than the last. When you reached your house, the usual comfort it provided felt hollow. You opened the door, expecting to be greeted by your mom and dad, but the house was eerily quiet. 

You spotted a note on the living room table and picked it up, recognizing your mother's handwriting. "We'll be back at 10pm. If anything happens, call us. We love you. Mom and Dad."

The silence in the house amplified the conflict inside you. You were completely alone, with nothing but your thoughts and the looming dinner with Kirihito to prepare for. The emptiness of the house mirrored the emptiness you felt creeping into your heart.

You made your way to your room, dropping your bag by the door. The thought of seeing Kirihito, of pretending everything was fine, felt overwhelming. You stood in front of the mirror, looking at your reflection again. The tears from the morning had dried, but the confusion and heartache remained etched on your face.

Taking a deep breath, you began to get ready for the night. You chose an outfit carefully, one that you knew Kirihito liked, but the act felt mechanical, devoid of the excitement you used to feel. As you brushed your hair and applied a light touch of makeup, you couldn't shake the thought that this dinner might be the last.

Your mind kept drifting back to Chika, to the way he had looked at you, the unspoken connection that had reignited the feelings you had tried so hard to forget. The realization that your heart was drifting further away from Kirihito and towards Chika was painful, but undeniable.

You finished getting ready and sat on your bed, staring at your reflection one last time. Tonight, you would see Kirihito, and you hoped that somehow, you would find the strength to face the truth—both for his sake and your own.

As the time for dinner drew closer, you knew you had to leave soon. The house was still empty, your parents' absence a reminder that you were on your own in this. Taking one last deep breath, you stood up and headed towards the door, hoping that whatever happened tonight would bring you the clarity you desperately needed.

You took one last glance in the mirror, ensuring that your makeup was intact and your expression was as composed as possible. It was going to be rough to break up on an anniversary, but you knew it was better to end things now than to continue living a lie. You smoothed down your bright short red dress, feeling the soft fabric beneath your fingertips. The color was bold, perhaps too bold for how you felt inside, but you wanted to put on a brave front for Kirihito.

Deciding against heels, you slipped into a pair of comfortable sneakers and a black purse to match them. They were elegant enough to match your dress but practical, much like the decision you were about to make. The bracelet on your wrist glittered in the light, and you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what was to come.

Stepping outside, you saw Kirihito waiting for you by the gate. His face lit up with a smile as soon as he saw you. His enthusiasm and warmth were always so genuine, and it pained you to know that you were about to hurt him.

"Wow," he said, eyes widening as you approached. "You look stunning."

"Thank you," you replied, forcing a smile. His compliment meant a lot, but the weight of what you had to do made it hard to fully appreciate it. Kirihito's gaze fell on the bracelet on your wrist, and his smile grew even wider. "I'm glad you liked the bracelet. It looks beautiful on you."

You glanced at the bracelet and then back at him, the words you needed to say heavy on your tongue. "It's lovely, Kirihito. Thank you."

He reached out, taking your hand in his. "Ready to go?"

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. "Yes, let's go."

The walk to the restaurant was filled with casual conversation, Kirihito chatting animatedly about his day and plans for the future. You tried your best to engage, nodding and responding where appropriate, but your mind was elsewhere, already rehearsing the words you needed to say.

For two hours, you endured, trying to distract yourself by focusing on the person in front of you, rather than the one who had invaded your thoughts. Every time you glanced at Kirihito, you felt a pang of guilt. He deserved to know the truth, even if it would hurt him. You owed him that much.

After dinner, you walked hand in hand through the dimly lit streets, the tension between you growing with each step. You took a deep breath, knowing the moment had come.

"Kirihito, I think—" you started, but he cut you off.

"Please forgive me," he said urgently, his voice trembling. Before you could react, he dragged you into a dark alley nearby, his grip on your hand tightening.

"Kirihito, what are you—" Your words were cut off as he pinned you against the wall, his lips crashing into yours. His kisses trailed down your neck and collarbone, each touch making your heart race, but not in the way it once did.

"W-what—?" you moaned, confusion and discomfort mingling in your voice. This wasn't right. This wasn't what you had planned, and it certainly wasn't how you wanted things to go.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark and intense. "I just... I need to feel close to you," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin.

Your body responded instinctively, but your mind screamed in protest. You had talked about this before, about waiting until you felt ready, whether it was with him or someone else. This wasn't how you had imagined it. This wasn't what you wanted.

"Kirihito, stop," you said firmly, trying to push him away. "This isn't right."

Instead of listening, he laughed—a harsh, cruel sound that bore no resemblance to his usual sweet laughter. "Listen here," he said, his voice empty of any affection. "You are just a stupid doll with a beautiful body. Too bad you can’t do anything."

The words hit you like a physical blow. I wanted to remind you that not everything is as perfect as it seems. Panic surged through you as he grabbed your hands and kissed you forcefully, his touch making your skin crawl. You felt sick, and the realization that your mother had been right about him crashed over you with like a sudden and rapid tsunami.

Desperation fueled your actions as you struggled to break free. You kicked him between the legs, and he staggered back, a pained groan escaping his lips. But before you could escape, he pulled something from his pocket—a small, sharp object.

In a flash, he cut your wrist, and you cried out in pain. The searing sting made you gasp, but there was no time to react further. Adrenaline surged through your veins as you realized the immediate danger you were in. Summoning every ounce of strength, you tore away from him, kicking and hitting him, and ran away. The alley seemed to stretch endlessly, but you didn’t stop. The pain in your arm was sharp, but the fear of being caught was sharper.

You burst out of the dark place and into the street, your heart pounding in your chest. You glanced back only briefly to see Kirihito's shadowed figure retreating into the darkness. The world felt like it was spinning around you, and you ran as fast as you could, seeking safety out of the darkness.

Humiliated and betrayed. The sweet, loving facade Kirihito had presented was nothing more than a cruel act. All this time, he had been playing you, pretending to care just to satisfy his own desires. His words replayed in your mind: "You are just a stupid doll with a beautiful body." The disgust and hurt were overwhelming. You had been fooled into believing in a love that turned out to be nothing more than manipulation and deceit.

The pain in your wrist, while not life-threatening, was a constant, stinging reminder of how wrong things had gone. The cut hurt, but the emotional wounds were deeper, more painful. The agony of being used and belittled was a brutal blow, especially on what was supposed to be your anniversary—a day meant for celebration, now marred by violence and betrayal.

With your makeup smudged and your vision blurred by tears, you walked alone through the dark streets, feeling like a mess. The cold night air felt harsh against your skin, but the real chill was in the emptiness you felt inside. You stumbled, your heart shattered and your spirit crushed. You had no idea where you were going or what to do next.

In your daze, you collided with something—or rather, someone. You staggered back, mumbling an apology, "I-I am sorry." Your gaze was fixed on the ground, unable to meet the eyes of whoever you had bumped into.

"Who did this to you?" The voice was gentle but held a tone of underlying anger that made you shiver. You looked up slowly and were stunned to see the one man you thought about all day, Takiishi Chika standing before you. The sight of him was almost a mirage in your confused state.

His eyes were filled with nothing but pure rage and as he took in your disheveled appearance and the bloody wound on your wrist, his expression darkened. You have never seen him like that. "Y/N," he said, taking your hand in his, the movement was a bit harsh. "Who did this to you?"

You tried to speak, but your throat was tight with emotion.  All the memories you had with him appeared in your head like a movie. As for him, he didn't care if you were at school or not, he didn't care when you left him three years ago, he didn't care when you ignored him, he didn't care after seeing you in tears because of another person.

Only he was allowed to make you cry. 

“Come here, you bitch.” Kirihito's voice was cold and determined as he turned towards the direction you had come from. Without waiting for an answer, Chika’s anger surged, storming off in the direction of Kirihito. You watched as he took off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders, a small gesture of comfort amid the chaos.

But as Takiishi moved past you, another figure emerged. Endo, with a smirk that sent a shiver down your spine, placed a hand on your arm. “I knew he would like his birthday present, though I didn’t expect him to find you in such a state,” Endo said with a twisted grin. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe.”

The realization hit you like a punch to the gut—today was Takiishi’s birthday. You had forgotten in the midst of everything, and now everything felt like a cruel twist of fate. As Endo’s hand covered your eyes, you felt a surge of fear. “It’s better not to watch,” he said softly.

Confusion and fear mixed with the anger you felt. “Why is this happening? Kirihito, then you, Takiishi—What is going on?” you stuttered, your voice trembling.

Your question was swallowed by the sounds of a struggle as Takiishi and Kirihito faced off. The alleyway seemed to close in around you as Chika and Kirihito came into view. Kirihito, his demeanor now vicious and cruel, snarled at Chika.

Takiishi moved fast, faster than any beast or monster, his anger driving him. He charged at Kirihito, his movements a blur of strength and precision. Kirihito tried to block the assault, but Takiishi’s punches were relentless. Each blow landed with a sickening thud, and Kirihito struggled to keep up, his defenses crumbling under the onslaught. Chika’s fists connected with Kirihito’s jaw, sending him reeling against the wall. The force of the impact left Kirihito gasping for breath.

“Don't play with what's mine.” Takiishi growled, his voice dripping with fury. He grabbed Kirihito by the collar and slammed him against the wall, his eyes burning with a mixture of rage and determination. That boy was a monster and he was becoming one because of you.

Kirihito’s attempts to fight back were feeble compared to Takiishi’s relentless assault. He tried to push him away, but Chika’s strength was overwhelming. With a final, powerful punch, Takiishi sent Kirihito sprawling to the ground. The force of the blow left Kirihito sprawled on the pavement, barely conscious.

Breathing heavily, Takiishi stood over him, his chest heaving with the exertion of the fight. Kirihito, defeated and battered, looked up with a mixture of fear and pain.

“Touch her one more time,” Takiishi said coldly, his voice low and dangerous. ”And you are dead.”

As Kirihito tried to rise, Takiishi moved in, making it clear that he was done with him. The fight was over, and Kirihito’s attempts to get up were weak and futile. He slumped against the wall, his strength gone, as Takiishi stepped back.

Endo, still standing beside you, looked at the scene with a satisfied smirk. He removed his hand from your eyes, and you saw Takiishi standing tall, victorious, and Kirihito defeated on the ground.

Chika’s gaze softened as he turned back to you, he reached out to touch your face gently, wiping away the remnants of your tears and smudged makeup. You didn’t seem fazed by the blood on his hands or the stains on his clothes. What mattered to him was the look of concern in his eyes this time they were not empty and cold, but warm and full of the sight of you.

He leaned in, his thumb gently caressing your cheek leaving a tint of your already red blush, lips brushing against yours with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the violence. The kiss was a desperate, passionate connection—a promise of solace amidst the chaos.

His lips moved against yours, each touch a balm to the emotional wounds that had been inflicted. There was an overwhelming sense of reassurance in his kiss, a silent vow that he would be there for you no matter what. It was both a declaration and a comfort, a way of saying everything he couldn’t express in words, everything he was being regretful for.

Endo, unable to resist making a final comment, let out a dry chuckle. “I’m still here, you know,” he said, his voice laced with a hint of mockery. “Not that it matters now.”

As the kiss deepened, you felt the world slipping further away, your senses dimming. Takiishi’s touch, and his kiss, were the last things you felt before the darkness enveloped you completely. The last thing you felt was the comforting solidity of Takiishi's arms as he caught you and held you close. The stressful night had taken its toll, but as you passed out in his arms, you knew that for now, you were safe.

Takiishi cradled your limp body in his arms, lifting you effortlessly into a bridal carry. His grip was gentle, as the weight of your unconscious form seemed to worry him, fueling his resolve to get you to safety. His gaze was locked on your face, a look of protectiveness in his eyes.

As he began to walk, the night air was cool against his skin, but his focus was solely on you. Each step he took was deliberate, each movement careful to ensure your comfort. Endo, trailing behind with a satisfied smirk, observed the scene with a sense. His role in the evening's events had gone according to plan, and he was content with the unfolding of the night. He walked leisurely, his hands in his pockets, his eyes occasionally glancing towards the scene before him.

Takiishi’s thoughts were focused on you, your well-being, and getting you home safely. Endo, on the other hand, seemed to view the situation in another way, as if the events were merely a dramatic play unfolding before him.

It was past midnight when they arrived at your home. The darkness of the night was only pierced by the dim, flickering light from a lamp inside. Takiishi, still holding you carefully in his arms, as Endo knocked on the door and rang the bell, the sound echoing in the stillness of the night. The minutes ticked by slowly as they waited, the flickering lamp casting shadows across the front yard.

From inside, there was a murmured exchange, followed by the sound of shuffling footsteps. The door creaked open, revealing a disheveled figure. Your mother’s tired eyes widened in shock as she took in the sight of you, unconscious and cradled in Takiishi’s arms.

"Who the hell—" her voice cut off as she saw your limp form. Her gaze darted between you, Takiishi, and Endo, recognition dawning as she remembered the redhead from past encounters. "Y/N?" Her voice broke with worry and anger as she took in the blood on your wrist and the disheveled state you were in.

"What have you done to my daughter?" she demanded, her voice rising with both fear and rage. The sight of you in such a vulnerable state was more than she could bear.

Before she could say more, Endo stepped forward, his demeanor smooth,  “We’re sorry for the way we’re bringing your daughter in,” he said, his tone deliberately calm. “But I think we’d better take care of her first and then explain the situation.”

Your mother’s eyes flitted between Endo and Takiishi, the latter still holding you with unwavering care. Her maternal instincts and concern for your health won out over her anger. Though her expression remained tight, she nodded reluctantly. “Right,” she said, her voice trembling. “First, her health. Then we’ll talk.”

She opened the door wider, allowing them to step inside. As they entered, your mother instructed, her tone sharp but her eyes filled with a mix of desperation and worry. “You come with me,”  She directed Chika to follow her, clearly intending to discuss the situation in private.

Endo, with his characteristic smirk, raised an eyebrow. “And, you don’t touch anything or think about it,” he looked around the beautifully decorated living room said, his voice dripping with casual menace. “Yes, ma’am.”

Your mother’s eyes narrowed at Endo, but she didn’t have the luxury of confronting him at the moment. Her priority was to ensure your safety and to understand what had happened. She led Takiishi to a quieter part of the house, her steps brisk and purposeful.

As Takiishi followed, he glanced back once more at you, his face a mask of determined concern. The weight of the night’s events hung heavy, but a promise to take care of you. The confrontation with Kirihito had left its scars, but for now, the focus was on you.

Your mother’s eyes held a fierce determination as she led Takiishi through the dimly lit hallway. The sound of your breathing, shallow and uneven, filled the silence between them. She opened the bathroom door, the light from the ceiling casting a soft glow in the small room.

Without hesitation, she motioned for him to place you gently into the bathtub. The porcelain surface seemed stark and cold, but it was necessary for what needed to be done. As he carefully set you down, your mother began to unfasten the straps of your dress.

Takiishi stood by, his eyes never leaving you, he could see the pain and vulnerability you were exposed to, and it weighed heavily on him. His heart ached for you, and his mind was consumed with worry.

Seeing your mother struggling slightly, he stepped forward to assist. “Are you going to watch or help?” her words were not meant to be harsh but rather a nudge to refocus the task at hand.

Your mother, though tense, appreciated the help. Takiishi removed your shoes and helped her ease off your dress. As the garment fell away, leaving you in your underwear, your mother worked quickly to assess your wounds. Her hands were steady, though her eyes revealed the depth of her concern.

“Go to your friend downstairs,” she instructed. “I’ll call you when we need to carry her.” There was an unspoken agreement in her tone—a mutual understanding that your immediate care took precedence over everything else.

Takiishi nodded, his expression serious as he stepped back. He cast one last look at you, his heart heavy with the burden. The bathroom door closed behind him, leaving your mother to tend to you.

The silence in the bathroom was filled only with the soft sounds of water and the gentle rustling of fabric as your mother carefully cleaned your wounds. Each motion was precise, driven by her need to help you heal and to make sense of the situation. “I told you that you would get burned. But I am glad you are safe.” she saw the golden bracelet and removed it, you won't need it anymore, so she will sell it, it's gold after all.

Outside, Takiishi’s steps were swift but measured as he made his way back downstairs and saw Endo fast asleep on the couch. A short while later, your mother called him back to the bathroom. “We’re ready,” she said softly, as he stepped inside, she motioned to the sink. “Wash your hands first.”

Takiishi nodded, moving quickly to comply. The water ran cold at first, then warm as he scrubbed away the remnants of the foreign blood. With clean hands, he turned back to you, now dressed in a clean shirt and pants, looking so peaceful and divine despite the hell you went through.

Gently, he lifted you into his arms again, cradling you with a tenderness that was so unnatural for him. As he carried you through the hallway to your room, your mother followed closely, her eyes never leaving you. Maybe he's not so bad, she thought. She always remembered him and saw him as some bad kid, a big troublemaker, and no matter how much your mother kept you out of trouble, it always came to you. Takiishi Chika was a big problem, but your mother knew that he was your big love.

Once in your room, Takiishi laid you down on your bed his touch lingering on your face as he leaned in, his lips mere inches from yours. It was a kiss filled with all the emotions he couldn’t put into words—a kiss that, if your friends from first grade were here, would have made them giggle and say: I told you so, he was a prince!

He didn't know what was wrong with him or why he kept wanting to kiss you, he just knew that he could still taste your lipgloss when he kissed you for the first time. He was intoxicated. The only way he could get your attention was to be aggressive, that's what he was best at.

Just as his lips were about to touch yours, a gentle cough came from the doorway. “You, go shower,” your mother said softly. “I will let you and your friend sleep for tonight, the least I can do.”

Takiishi pulled back, reluctantly tearing himself away from you. He stood up and moved past your mother, who still commanded a certain presence that made him respect her, even if he’d never admit that she scared him when he was four. “I put my husband’s clothes out for you. And thank you,” she added, her voice sincere. If you wonder where your dad was, he was probably in a deep slumber, hard to wake up. But he will surely be more than grateful when he finds out what happened.

In the bathroom, Takiishi showered quickly, washing away the blood and sweat of the night. The warm water was soothing, providing a momentary escape from the weight of the past. Once clean, he dressed in the clothes your mother had left for him—simple, comfortable, and clean a contrast to the violence and tension he had just endured.

Returning to your room, he found it quiet and dimly lit. Your mother had left some food and water on a small table, a silent gesture of care. Takiishi approached the bed, his heart softening at the sight of you, as he already let you in it. He laid down next to you, careful not to disturb your rest. His fingers played gently with your hair, the soft strands a comforting distraction. You are pretty, inside and out.

He pulled you into his arms, holding you close. He didn't care that you were so close, and he probably didn't care that he loved you. Leaving you one last kiss on your lips, before falling asleep as he already fell for you thirteen years ago. You are mine. And he was yours.

The next morning, you wake up feeling extremely tired, your body sore and aching. A sharp pain shot through your hand as you tried to move it, reminding you of the events of the previous night. Groggy and disoriented, you attempted to sit up but found yourself unable to move. Someone’s arms were wrapped around you, holding you securely in place.

Panic surged through you, and you instinctively opened your mouth to scream, but before any sound could escape, a hand gently but firmly covered your mouth.

“Shut up and sleep,” a familiar voice murmured in your ear. It was Takiishi Chika.

His voice, though commanding, had a hint of softness to it. The initial shock started to fade as you realized who it was. The memories of the previous night began to flood back—Kirihito’s betrayal, Takiishi’s rescue, and the tender care he had shown you. Your breathing steadied as you processed the situation. He was in your bed, under the same blanket, your bodies closer than ever,

“We didn’t do anything, right?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper as you gulped. The question hung in the air, filled with a mix of apprehension and hope.

Takiishi didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he rested his head gently against your shoulder, his warm breath brushing your skin. “No,” he finally said, his voice sleepy and hoarse. “We didn’t.”

Relief washed over you. It felt strange, like there was no weight pulling you back, free from the chains that were made of lies. You were ready to say those three words to the person who deserved them. “I love you, Chika,” you whispered. The way you said his name, instead of his surname or whatever nickname, felt intimate and personal. It made him feel strange. I love you. He was still learning, still getting used to you. To being soft, to feeling, to showing—to love. It was unfamiliar territory for him, but the sincerity in your voice and the trust you placed in him stirred something deep within.

As you closed your eyes, you felt his grip tighten briefly, a silent promise of protection and care, drifting back to sleep, Takiishi watched over you. He didn’t fully understand what he was feeling, but he knew that he wanted to be there for you, to protect you, to make sure you never felt that kind of pain again. And in that moment, as he held you close, he vowed to do just that. Despite his broken state. He’s still yours.

You got your answer, even if you play with fire and get burned, love is the medicine that will cure you of the poison. Takiishi Chika made you feel loved for the first time.

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[daydreamerswriting]

I love your stuff!! i was wondering if you could do some stuff with the gang x curtissister!reader who has selective mutism??:3

Like she occasionally will murmur "i love you"s and whatnot to them like on their birthday or when they're upset but other than that stays quiet? like maybe she gets bullied for it too?

if you could i would love for her to be 13 just a year younger than ponyboy but if not it's fine i don't really care!😋🫶

an: This is so cute! Sorry this took me so long to get to. I'm doing this as headcanons and a mini fic!

w: a little insensitivity? Mentions of mockery, not proof read

Dallas, Two-Bit, and Steve are all "Don't say anything if..."

Ponyboy is always sticking up for you and talking for you

Sodapop really appreciates your quietness. He loves to sit with you in silence or sit with you and vent after Ponyboy and Darry fight

If you use sign language, your brothers learn it to communicate with you- and eventually the rest of the guys start to pick up some signs or ask you to teach them some signs

Johnny really connects with you and, like Soda, enjoys your quiet, calming vibe

Darry hates to see anyone mocking you for not talking or for signing, parents will be called, teachers will be informed, and Darry will consider the morality of punching a 13 year old child

All the guys are worried about you, because not only are you in danger of being jumped for being a greaser, but they know you won't yell for help and won't stand up for yourself

They're worried for when you start highschool

Darry gets really mad if you walk somewhere alone

Pony walks with you most places

Dallas and Steve are the least understanding, but they accept it and will stand up for you if someone mocks you.

Darry, Soda, and Pony love to hear you laugh

Every "I love you" is way more meaningful and cherished by them

Darry wants to get you a consular or therapy to help, but you guys can't afford it

Dallas doesn't talk to you much because he knows you won't respond, but he still like being around you. He'll often communicate with gestures or facial expressions.

Sometimes Steve pretends you're communicating telepathically

"Everyone be quiet, y/n and I are talking in our brains." He'll say as he rubs his the sides of his temple

They've all gotten very good at reading your expressions

"Y/n, don't say anything if I can eat all the cake batter." Two-bit says while slowly reaching for the bowl. You glare at him then smack his hands away. He chuckles and steps back. You sigh then pick up the bowl and carefully pour the batter into a pan.

Ponyboy doesn't look up from his book when he says, "Leave her alone, Two-bit."

Two-bit ruffles Pony's hair before sitting down at the table. "Relax, kid, I'm just messing around. It's cool. Right, Y/n?"

You turn your head to look at him and roll your eyes. He chuckles. You close the oven and set a timer for 40 minutes. Soda and Steve walk into the kitchen in their DX uniforms. Soda smiles and waves and you smile back.

"I can't believe you worked on your birthday, Soda." Two-bit chuckles.

Soda shrugs, "I like my job. Plus, I got to spend the whole day with my best friend." He pats Steve on the shoulder. "Cake almost done, Y/n?"

"39 minutes." You sign as you sit down at the table.

-

When the cake is finally cooled down, you frost it. You carefully, and as evenly as possible, spread the frosting over the cake. Once done, you stick in all 17 candles. Ponyboy, who had been impatiently watching you asks, "Is it done?"

You nod.

"Guys the cake is done!" Pony yells excitedly as he hurries into the living room to let everyone know. All of the guys were at the house, and everyone hurriedly made their way to the dining room. You carefully set the chocolate cake down infront of Soda. Darry lights the candles as you sit down. It takes a decent amount of time to light 17 candles, but once they're all lit, the guys begin to sing.

"Happy birthday to you." You hum the song as everyone sings to Soda. Once the song is over, Soda blows out his candle.

"What'd you wish for?" Two-Bit asks.

"He cant tell you, then it won't come true." Steve rebukes.

Soda smiles mischievously. "I wished you wouldn't talk so damn much, Two!"

Two-bit falls into hysterics, and Darry warns, "Language."

You cut the cake. Soda, of course is handed the first piece.

"Thank you, y/n."

Two-bit and Steve fight over the second piece, but they calm down once a third is cut. Then Pony and Johnny get one.

You point at Dallas then at the cake, to ask if he wants a slice. He nods, so you give him one. Darry declines at first, but the protests from his brothers convince him to have a slice too. You finally cut a piece for yourself.

-

Later that night, after all the guys had gone home, and you'd gotten ready for bed, you join Soda in the living room. He's looking at a chain that Steve got him, and the flannels you and Ponyboy got him are folded beside him. He looks up at you as you walk in. You wave, and he smiles. You sit next to him on the couch. You two sit in silence for a while, the only sound being the chain moving around in his hands.

"Happy birthday, Soda." You mutter quietly, looking at his hands. You look at his eyes for the next part. "I love you."

Soda beams. He wraps an arm around you and pulls you in for a side hug. "Thank you. I love you too, and don't you forget it."

An: I hope you liked it!! It's almost summer! Yay!

[thehighladywrites]

corrupted cops.

pairing: police officer cassian x drug dealer reader

summary: you get caught red handed by cassian and try to do whatever it takes to skip out on jail

warnings: 18+, tiny plot like minimal, smut, backshots, seduction, solicitation, illegal activities, drugs mentioned, car sex, riding, cuffs being used wrongly😉

amara’s note: if u see any mistakes or errors no you didn’t and i blame english

next episode! — tba😉

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"10, 20, 30 – are you kidding me? Pay for real or get out of my face," you demand, your hand outstretched, impatience and annoyance evident on your face.

This fool thinks he can score a whole bag for just $30. Not only is your supply top-tier and unmatched, but you also deal in real quality weed. You’re drugs are in demand and are selling quickly on many street corners, earning you hefty profits.

"Can't I pay some other time?" The typical rich, snotty guy with the douchebag hairstyle looks at you as if this is a negotiation, like he can convince you to lower your price for a rich trust fund baby like him. No fucking way.

"Listen dipshit, I'll make you pay double if I have to repeat myself. Then I'll ban you," you warn, narrowing your eyes at him as you slowly retract your arm.

The guy panics, sighs, then pulls out a $100 bill.

"See? You can be good!" you quip, snatching the bill out of his hands.

He mutters something before leaving, driving off in his stupidly loud supercar.

You were so overcharging him but you didn’t care. “Fucking loser.”

You turned around, pulling the massive stack you earned tonight out of your pocket, smiling as you think of what new things to buy for your luxury apartment. You count the money before looking up and freezing.

A man is standing there, dressed in the full nine yards in a police uniform, hands folded over his chest as he looks down at you with furrowed brows.

“Mind telling me what you were doing?”

His gruff voice entrances you for a moment.

It’s in that moment you realize that it’s the voice of the guy from your old class. The loud, popular guy had turned into a police officer. It didn’t shock you, honestly. Cassian was always about honesty and integrity, all about giving back to the community and whatnot.

Then you remember you’re holding a massive stack of money, weed is in your pocket, and he most likely saw you selling. So you smile at him before running.

You bolt, the sound of his heavy footsteps driving you forward.

Panic starts to set in, but you push it down, focusing on your escape. You bite your lip, urging yourself to keep going despite the danger looming around you.

“I’m SO fucked,” you think, looking around for an escape route.

In the dimly lit alley, you spot a door and rush towards it, relief flooding through you. Finally, you think, a way out from this mess. Your hands shake as you fumble with the lock, but no matter how hard you try, the door remains stubbornly shut, making you almost sob in frustration.

Frantic, you search for another escape route, your heart pounding in your chest.

"An alley? How cliche," he remarks, approaching you with a wry grin. The dim light of the alley lamp highlights his handsome face. You didn’t have time to admire him before, since you were running and all, but damn, he looked absolutely delicious.

Dark features, nice hair, a straight nose, and a stubbled jaw. He was wearing a tight short-sleeved officer shirt that hugged his built arms insanely. He had really grown into a fine man compared to the young boy he used to be. You looked him up and down, really taking in his height as he got closer and closer.

"You know there’s no way out of this, so put your hands infront of you and let’s make this easy, yeah? Don’t do anything stupid. Again," he says, his voice firm but with a hint of exasperation.

“Fine.”

You chewed the inside of your mouth, trying to think of a way out of this as he put the cuffs on you, leading you back to his car. Maybe some sweet words and feminine tears would solve it, you thought, hoping for a chance to talk your way out of trouble.

You had never gotten caught before, it was extremely humiliating and you would not stand for it.

—

"What’s your name, officer?" you ask, your voice tinted with slight seduction, testing if he remembers you. You don’t care what you have to do; you will get out of this.

"You know who I am. Badge number 031210," he answers, eyes on the road, hands gripping the steering wheel.

“Okay, Cassian. I think there has been a huge mistake. You don’t really wanna arrest me,” you say, rolling your eyes playfully, the cuffs jingling as you motion with your hands.

“Yeah? Why do I really not want to arrest you?”

“Because I’m a good person, I really am. So I happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Come on, we can overlook this, just let me go.” you plead, trying to appeal to his sense of leniency from the backseat of his cop car.

He chuckles, lookinh back at you through the mirror. “Can’t do that. Maybe don’t deal drugs next time.”

He sighs looking at you with sympathy that makes your skin crawl. It made you feel ashamed that his old classmate was a lowlife drug dealer.

“What happened, Y/N? I remember how smart you were. Surely, you could have become something big,” he questioned.

You looked away not being able to handle the emotions in his eye. “Things happened Cassian. I’m not explaining them to you,” you try crossing your arms then remember the cuffs and settle for putting them in your lap.

Cassians gaze hardens slightly. “Okay then. I guess you’ll have to explain it all down at the precinct.”

Okay, so you’re screwed, right? Wrong. There’s always a plan cooking in your little head.

You take your cuffed hands in front of you and drag down the zipper of your hoodie, looking down innocently. “Cassian, could you turn on the AC? It’s a little hot in here. And you don’t mind me taking off my hoodie, right?”

Cassian grips the wheel, the leather creaking slightly. “I don’t mind.”

As you slip off your hoodie, you catch his gaze lingering on your exposed skin, a flicker of something in his eyes. The air between you thickens with tension, the heat rising in the confined space of the car.

Thankfully, there’s no barrier between you, so there’s nothing stopping you from getting closer to him.

“Cass, I’m having trouble taking it off, could you help me?” you ask, having shuffled very close to him, talking lowly into his ear. You're directly behind him, knowing the effect your voice had on the man.

You took advandtage of the fact that you were in a red light and got closer, whispering and pleading for him to help you get comfortable. Cassian’s eyes fluttered slight at the way your voice and breath were hitting his ear.

You scanned his body, his composure, cassian was tense, there was no doubt about it––he was more than turned on. “That’s cute.”

That snapped him out of his trance. He straightened up a little. “Do you want me to arrest you for solicitation too?” he mutters, driving to the station.

You start to beg some more, knowing that he’s at his limit. There’s no way he’s gonna be able to keep up the good cop act for long.

You start to place light kisses on his cheek, traveling all the way to his neck. He lets out a groan and tucks his lips between his teeth, struggling to maintain his composure.

“Come play with me, officer. I’ll let you do whatever you want to me,” you add, licking a stripe up his neck. That’s all it takes for him to speed into a abandoned alley and park haphazardly.

The adrenaline makes your heart beat faster and faster, a sick rush going through you.

There was a moment of silence when he pulled you out of the car, his grip firm on your upper arm. You found yourself sitting at the edge of the seat, your feet between his legs, the proximity making your pulse race.

“When will you learn that this isn’t a joke,” he exclaims with irritation.

You tilt your head slightly, looking up at him through dolled lashes, doe-eyed and innocent.

“Maybe I need you to teach me, officer.”

The corner of his lips rise as he squats down infront of you, putting one hand on your thigh.

“Think some dick’s gon’ set you straight, huh?”

You erupt in goosebumps, loving the way his warm hands roamed your body.

“mm’yeah. think that’s exactly what i need.”

“Yeah? Alright then, step out of the vehicle,” he orders, not having an ounce of shame as he oogles your ass on your way out.

He pulls out the keys much to your surprise. But he only releases you so you can take off your hoodie, if anything it makes you more confused when he makes you put your hands behind your back instead of infront of you.

“I need sumthin’ to hold on to, don’t I?” he announces casually, like he isn’t talking about fucking someone he just arrested.

He walks you over to the hood of his car where he bends you over, thankful for the short sundress you were wearing underneath that hoodie.

Cassian puts his leg between yours, kicking your feet apart. He pushes your front against the hood of his car, the cold metall cooling your warm skin down.

“If you behave, i’ll let you go, understand?” he asks.

You almost scoff. Of course you’ll behave, it’s your-get-out-of-jail card. But you don’t say that. “Yes, sir. I understand.”

Cassians hold tightens slightly before he tells you how good of a girl you are as he pulls your panties down to your ankles. His hands move to his heavy belt, the belt thudding on the floor as he clips it off.

His hand lands on your ass with a smack, causing you to inhale sharply while showing him your wet, throbbing cunt. You smile secretly as his cock stretches you until he’s fully inside before jerking himself back out. His fucking rough and hard as his nails dig into the soft skin of your hips.

“Look at that, could just slide right in,” he chuckles lowly.

Your sounds of pleasure slipped from your lips as you tugged the metal cuffs around your wrists that were pinning your hands behind your back.

The way his dick was hitting deep, so deliciously hitting that good spot made your eyes roll back. Who knew a cop could fuck this good?

“—feels too fucking good, Cassian,” you moaned out, body covered in goosebumps.

he was giving you long strokes, pushing all the way in and then sliding all the way out leaving only a bit of his tip in every time

“yeah? some dick settin’ you straight,” he lets out when you squeeze around him, dangerously close to creaming on his cock.

You had to agree— his dick definitely made you act right. You almost started thinking about giving up dealing, maybe settle down and live a happy life. THAT is how good he was fucking you.

Cassian pulled out completely causing you to almost scream in frustration. Just a few more pumps and you would have been deliciously weak in the knees.

“No, no, no— put it back in, please,” you begged with low lidded eyes, god, you could almost cry.

“I’m just taking you into the car. Don’t worry, i’ll be so deep in your guts, you’ll never have to worry about me pulling out,” he whispers into your ear before gently biting your lobe.

—

Tears rolled down your face as you cried relentlessly out of pleasure. The windows had fogged up, droplets dripping down.

you whimpered, burying your head deeper into the car seat. he showed you no mercy, jackhammering into you as he shoved your face down, holding you down by your neck.

your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he dragged along your walls, ramming into your g-spot. some drool seeped out of the side of your mouth as his fingers dug into your hips.

“You still with me?” he asks, gently grabbing your neck to see if you’re alive. Cassian speeds up again when you barely manage to nod.

your mind became hazy and eyelids heavy, pathetic whimpers and gasps falling from your lips as you felt yourself slipping away.

“Officer, m’gon cum— can i, please?” You brokenly let out. Not only did you take backshots; he also made you ride, ate you out and had you gagging on his dick. You were exhausted and spent.

“You promise to be good? Hm?”

“Yeah, i promise,” you whine with tears im your eyes, toes curling as you tip over the edge.

“Then you can cum, pretty face.”

a low, guttural sound escapes his throat as he finishes, flooding into your pussy and stuffing you full with his cum before pulling out and smirking as it oozes out of you.

you collapse in the backseat, sweaty skin sticking to the dark leather. cassian runs a hand through his hair before putting his pants back on. a cocky smirk graces his lips at the sight of your fucked out, tired body.

“You’re a fucking terrible cop. Fucking someone you’ve arrested is grounds for termination, you know,” you rasp out quietly after a moment of peaceful quiet, smiling when his smirk lessens as he rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. You just better not let me run into you again. I’ll arrest your ass for real, understand?" he warns, his eyes boring into yours.

"I understand. And I’m sure you will, officer," you nod at him with a smile before gathering your belongings and getting ready to leave.

You kiss him one last time, a filthy, tongue-filled, teasing kiss before you open the door, leaving behind a flustered cop.

Of course, you would sell again. And you would do it especially in his patrol route.

Both him and the dick is far too interesting.

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[todorokies]

cherry blossoms, tarot cards & chamomile - suguru geto

contents: sfw, fluff, meet-cute at book store, fem!reader, strangers to potential lovers, mentions of curses & whatnot, tarot cards reading,, 1.5k words.

a/n: this one goes out to the hopeless romantics who wanna fall in love in a bookstore aka me (we hear & see you)

spring has sprung as one would say. the pale snow that covered the ground has melted away, which in turn allows the freshly cut grass to flourish.

cherry blossoms had recently littered the streets alongside the sidewalks, with each petal engaging in a unique twirl that fluttered like a dragonfly before angelically collapsing on the concrete.

with spring came along new missions suguru would have to endure either by himself or with his trusted friend —and nuisance— satoru. as curse energy that once accumulated during the toughest season gets released during the warmer seasons.

today was different however, the pair had been sent into town to retrieve a relic from the past of jujutsu history; a two thousand year old book that slipped out of the archives and has been rumoured to be contained in a bookstore hidden in the nooks of jimbocho.

“the warm breeze outside might fix the low oxygen levels in your heads.” yaga sarcastically reasons when satoru made his complaints about the origins of the mission known.

the raven haired sorcerer reprimanded his tone but expressed his concerns in a more diligent manner. anyone with half a brain would know it would take many decades to successfully pawn through each and every bookshop in the jimbocho district for a specific book, that neither of them even have the slightest clue as of what it looks like.

nonetheless, they were shooed off campus with a pat on the back and a simple: “you’ll know it when you see it—or rather feel it.”

suguru now navigated through the busy streets alone, —his white haired companion taking off a few hours ago on his own journey— with both hands in his pockets taking in the simplicities of life that surrounded him while keeping his eyes sharp for any unusual curse energy.

each corner he’d turn the storefronts would be filled with colourful book spines neatly lined adjacent to one another. the harsh sound of crimped sandpaper occasionally made its presence known when a costomer would flip through the pages.

a bitter earthly aroma tangoed with the wind. one would simply scrunch their nose up and turn the other way but for suguru, the olden smell of books filled him with comfort.

elderly couples hand in hand, a few children accompanied by their parents, and the complementary store cats that would linger in the isles or be found curled up on a random stack of books.

after roaming about and checking a few stores for their recent inventory stock, suguru oddly felt inclined towards a particular store that was larger than the others.

he enters, a ring of a bell from above signals his arrival. immediately, the smell of different assortments of tea wafts in and lingers in his nose.

a café combined with a bookstore…that’s definitely convenient. he eyes the ‘ring for assistance’ bell that rest apon the main counter, he lightly scoffs before ringing it.

“how many times do i have to tell your ass, no, you can’t conduct a séance he—” you round the tight, abelit, breathable corner to face the person it seems you weren’t expecting. you slightly jump back in a frightened manner then regain your composure, or more so, your customer service demeanour.

“my apologies! business is slow today and i thought a rather persistent costomer had came back. do you need help with a book or would you like to order something?” you enunciate your words with care, trying to not let any vocal cracks slip as you fiddle with your colourful apron which is a rather stark contrast from your all black work uniform. 

suguru would pride himself as goal oriented man. the kind demands of asking to take a look at your recent stocks to see if the cursed book has fallen onto your shelves nearly wavers past his lips but the faint smell of his favourite tea clouds his better judgement.

“yes, i’d take chamomile tea with honey please.���

“coming right up!” you popped the ‘p’, scurrying off into the back to prepare his choice of beverage. alone with his thoughts again, suguru observed his surroundings with more caution.

the store has a whimsical charm to it. different array of ambiance lighting scattered throughout the establishment, vintage burgundy rugs made an appearance here and there, a few wooden chairs cushioned by velvet and a long couch that looks as if it has been passed down through many generations.

a sturdy coffee table in the middle and of course, the probably hundreds of thousands books neatly tucked in the shelves.

he wonders if you run this big place by yourself, must be a hassle if you do. he also wonders why a séance was mentioned by you in an irritated tone. maybe it could connect to his current mission? he plans on subtly bringing the topic up.

“one chamomile with honey!” you cheerfully announce handing over his mug. you don’t miss the way your heart skips a few beats when your fingers accidentally brush against his.

suguru nods his head to express his thanks. while digging for his wallet he brings up what’s been on his mind, “what was that séance you were talking about before?” he lightheartedly inquires.

you cautiously look over your shoulders and nibble on your bottom lip, as if you were scared someone might hear, “nothing too serious i suppose. these past few days business has plummeted cause there’s been talk about how this place is haunted.”

a small beat passes.

“which it isn’t by the way! just some silly stuff kids say when they wanna get under uncle daichi’s skin,” you grimace.

you then go on a bit of a tangent about how the alleged “hauntings” started a few weeks ago, just about the same time you gotten a new inventory restock. books would fly off shelves, unnerving whispers can be heard, lights would flicker and the atmosphere would turn unsettling.

suguru is unfazed yet intrigued by this, he calmly listens as his sharp eyes never leaves your face. he notices how animated your expressions are when retelling the events; you talk heartily with your hands as well as your voice that creates a certain bass to match your feelings.

he hums as he takes a slip from his mug, “can you show me the known hotspot for these hauntings?” you nod eagerly and swiftly move from your spot at the front desk to the back of the store.

yaga wasn’t kidding when he said he’d be able to feel the cursed book, as the cursed energy in the air multiples a tenfold when they step into the secluded part of the store the lighting couldn’t reach. he wonders how a cursed object this powerful was able to conceal itself from being spotted for so long.

suguru plucks the hefty grimoire off the shelf, small dust particles flying in its wake, “i’d like to purchase this one.” you look at him as if he grew an extra pair of eyes, but quickly shrug off any confusion and lead him back to the front of the store to cash him out.

as you progress his payment you feel conflicted about letting this particular stranger go so soon. holding him up for a few minutes couldn’t hurt, right?

“uhh.. wait, with each purchase a tarot card reading is offered free of charge. would you like to know what the future potentially has in store for you?”

suguru presses his lips in a thin line and sighs. he doesn’t have time for this and doesn’t believe in cards beholding a hidden future, however he is a sorcerer and just bought a book that would be a danger to society if not soon contained. raining on other peoples parade simply isn’t his forte.

he softly smiles with his eyes turning into crescent moons, “hit me.”

you try to conceal your excitement as you bring out a deck bound together by a rubber band. you start shuffling until four different cards slip out of the deck.

death, judegment, eight of cups, and the lovers.

“intresting…don’t be too alarmed by the death card, it could indicate the decay of a friendship that doesn’t hinder towards your beliefs or an troublesome habit finally coming to an end.”

you continue, “judement and eight of cups go hand in hand as your new calls for action may put certain things into perspective for you, as this chosen path may lead to dissatisfaction.”

“and finally, the lovers card is the nice light at the end of the tunnel. someone you can confine in and pour your heart out to; tarot cards can be interpreted in millions of ways so, take what i say with a grain of salt.” you smile as you put the cards away to bid the stranger farewell.

suguru stares astonished absorbing this information, you’re good. he’ll give you that. “well..thanks for the reading and the tea, have a great day.”

and just like that, he turns his back to leave until he stops just in front of the door. “oh, and i can assure you the ‘hauntings’ should come to an end now.” he smirks and waves you goodbye.

you smile until he fully leaves which is when the realization hits that you didn’t even get the chance to get his name, you frown and groan into your palms.

maybe he’ll swing by again…hopefully.

reblogs & feedback is extremely appreciated !! <3

[dramaticallytotal]

The Rise of Team E-Scope Headcanons: Part Two

Idea Post Part One

UwU more headcanons because I am in love with my own au.

• Team E-Scope shares clothes all the time even though they aren't the same sizes. Noah will steal Eva's cropped hoodie if he's cold because the crop isn't as noticeable on him. Izzy will steal Noah's button-up for funsies. Eva has taken Izzy's wrap skirt to us as a headscarf or bandana. When she does, Noah and Izzy call her their babushka. They swap sunglasses often, too, because before the season started, Izzy decided they needed a 'signature' look, and apparently, that would be sunglasses. Also the black pieces of clothing they added to their outfits.

• Chris told all contestants that they had to change up their look a little. Nothing too drastic, maybe like a shirt color change, shoe change, or more layers, fewer layers, or even a hair style change since this season is supposed to be bigger and better. So the cast has to try and make themselves look better. Many are OFFENDED. They look great, Chris! But Team E-Scope jumps at this chance.

• Noah switches his teal button-up for a black one. His red vest is the same as the one from my I've Been Around The World! Au, his pants are the same as well. He also found some hiking boots in a teal close to his former button-up color. And, of course, his utility belt!

• Izzy still wears her iconic top and wrap skirt, but the shorts she wears underneath are longer than her old ones, about to mid thigh. She wears a 3/4 sleeve cropped black compression shirt under her iconic green shirt. She also switched out her shoes for black Tom's wrap boots.

• Eva wears a similar top from season one with matching compression leggings. She also wears a black cropped hoodie like previously mentioned. She has taken to wearing her tube socks over the leggings as a fashion tip from Noah's sisters. And she has taken to wearing all black tennis shoes.

• They got Owen some black shoes because they don't want to exclude him.

• Everyone else did little changes here and there and are a little freaked out by the changes of Team E-Scope. Noah waves it off as him being a coincidence as he's merely wearing his uniform for when he worked for Chris, and Chris wanted him to stand out from the crew and interns. Everyone believes it because they know how Chris is. Izzy just says she likes matching with Eva, and she likes Big O to match her. After that, it was just accepted.

• Privately, Team E-Scope explains in a confessional that they planned the outfits. The outfits are a subtle way to tell everyone that they are a team without outright stating it.

• The whole Bridgette pole thing never happened because Team E-Scope saw that Bridgette was Alejandro's next target, and while they were planning on laying low in the beginning and doing their best to not get involved in other's schemes, they don't like Alejandro messing with someone in a relationship. They don't outright warn her because if she doesn't believe them and tells Alejandro, then they'll be on his radar.

• So Noah asks how Bridgette is without Geoff because he knows how hard it is on his sister who is in a long-distance relationship. Just little things to remind her of her boyfriend. Now, some may think this is out of character for Noah, but I headcanon that because he has so many sisters and some have gotten hurt in past relationships, he cares because he knows what that hurt can do to a person. Plus, he's friends with Bridgette. And while he doesn't point blank, tell Bridgette Alejandro is bad news and just using her. He does tell her to be careful because of how it looks.

• "Honey, I get you think he's being nice and whatnot. But from an outside perspective, he's flirting. He's flirting hard, and you don't seem against it."

• The accidental kiss still happens, but after it happens and they get near the pole, Bridgette remembers what Noah was saying, and even though she doesn't like making people sad she firmly tells Alejandro she and her team had a plan and walks away.

• The man was shooketh.

• This is when he starts to be suspicious of Team E-Scope, more specifically Noah, because at the end of the challenge, Bridgette pulled Noah away to tell him what happened. Alejandro didn't hear the conversation, but he could clearly see Bridgette telling him thank you and hugging the boy. He doesn't know why, but he finds this odd.

• In this au, it's not only Trent and Eva who make it onto World Tour. It's also Justin, Katie, and Sadie. Mainly because Justin got tired of walking around trying to find help, and since they split up from Geoff and Beth, Justin started walking back to the bus with Katie and Sadie. They got back in time for the rescue.

• Teams -

Team Victory: Bridgette, DJ, Harold, Leshawna, Lindsay, Ezekiel (who still has a deal with Chris to become feral, so really Duncan would have been on this team if he hadn't quit), and Sadie!

Team Amazon: Cody, Eva, Courtney, Heather, Gwen, Sierra (after her and Izzy switch), and Katie.

Team Chris: Noah, Izzy (after her and Sierra switch), Alejandro, Owen, Tyler, Trent, and Justin.

• Yes, Noah hates the fact that he's on a team with Justin. Justin finds it hilarious because he knows he annoys Noah. He purposefully flirts with Noah to get him annoyed. On a plus side, he gets really good at dodging books!

• Alejandro views Justin as competition looks wise, not so much smarts wise, but he absolutely hates to see him flirt with Noah. He doesn't know why, but it just gets him so irritated. Maybe it's because he thinks Justin is trying to do what he's doing by getting close to Noah. Yeah, maybe that's it! Obviously, Justin is also suspicious of Noah and his Team E-Scope and plans to get close to keep an eye on them just like Alejandro!

• This makes Alejandro more determined to become Noah's friend.

• Izzy finds it hilarious because the girls get really jealous of Noah being fought over by the two hottest guys in the game.

• Noah wants to bash his head into the wall. But he can't because he's also trying to befriend Alejandro ala keep your friends close and you enemies closer. (Izzy calls them frenemies)

• Because of their previous training, Noah is able to get through the lasers, no problem, in Paris, but he makes sure to make it look like he's struggling. But at some point, he got into the zone and didn't realize he was doing really well (a big thank you is sent to his sisters for making them practice laser challenges because one of his nephews remembered the laser challenge in Action.)

• This furthers Alejandro's belief that Noah is more than he seems, but it also flustered him because he didn't know Noah was so flexible and he is just a teenage boy. He is weak ÚnÙ.

• Even though Courtney and Heather believe they are their team's leader, the team tends to look to Eva for leadership. This makes her really happy.

• Rapa Nui challenge again only this time when everyone sees Chris in the loin cloth. Admist the yelling in horror, Izzy and Eva slammed their hands over Noah's eyes, which sent him knocking back into Alejandro.

• For better ratings and for fan service, Chris absolutely got the grooms tuxes for the wedding challenge. Eva had to cover Noah's face with his veil so he wouldn't get distracted by the sight of Alejandro in a tux.

• Katie and Sadie went to therapy for their codependency and are much better now. But if the two are in economy class together, they tend to sleep by each other. Some gave them some grief about it, but they stopped once Team E-Scope and Owen dragged the girls into their cuddle puddle to get people to stop giving them shit about it.

• The combined glares of Team E-Scope and Owen are enough to get anyone to back off.

• In Jamaica, Izzy did crash the plane, but the only one who got a little hurt was Owen. Izzy felt really bad, so she was more determined to win than anything. It was her and Noah paired up for the bobsledding.

• Because she was so focused on winning and keeping Noah focused (he may have been distracted by Mr. Speedo) she doesn't notice Alejandro breaking the track. But Noah did. (Totally not because he was paying close attention to Mr. Speedo or anything.) Eva definitely noticed, too.

• No Noah and Heather friendship in this one, sadly, but they are rivals, and I think it's very funny because Noah thinks they're rivals because Heather found out about Team E-Scope's scheming, but really it's because Heather is jealous of the attention Noah is getting from Alejandro. (Even though she is suspicious of Team E-Scope)

• As stated before, the viewers are all rooting for Team E-Scope, and some of the castmates are tok but more so they are in awe and fear over how well Team E-Scope has been playing the game and playing them.

• Chris is having so much fun planning and making merchandise for Team E-Scope or, as he likes to call them, Team Villains Era. He and the network are making bank on the shirts, but he has plans for friendship necklaces & bracelets, sunglasses, hats, sweater vests! Etc.

• Everyone thinks Owen would be mad that his friends were playing as a team without him he just laughs. He knows he can't keep a secret, but they never really left him out, and he says as much. If they schemed and knew he could help, they included him. Plus, they never made him feel left out. And he's just plain proud of his friends for making it so far, especially his Little Buddy!

• Because the cast is bigger, the threat of double elimination is very real. They don't know if a challenge will be reward, elimination, or double elimination.

Next

[tsukimefuku]

the hero i was, the man i am :: toshinori yagi/all might

Toshinori is having a hard day, and you decide to help him out with a much needed pep talk.

content warning: true form toshinori x reader, gender neutral reader, hurt and comfort, mention of scars.

wc: 600

notes etc.: thank you @actuallysaiyan and @g00miato for getting me into the all might agenda. I see the vision (and it’s wonderful from here 💜).

Toshinori wasn’t one to usually wake up on the wrong side of the bed.

Yet, here he was, staring at himself in your shared bedroom’s mirror while dressed in his old All Might attire. His eyes glanced down his lean form, clearly not enough to fill the clothes that draped and bagged around his thin frame.

His hero uniform, once worn with a proud smile, felt like a poorly made costume from the thrift shop.

Perhaps, even worse than that.

“Toshi?” your voice echoed into the room, and he turned his face around towards you, trying to spare you a smile. However, it felt like a mask. 

“Oh, darling. I didn’t hear you coming into the house. You got those groceries incredibly fast.”

“I was gone for a few hours, love,” you replied, walking towards him, with slight concern tightening your chest. “are… are you okay, my dear?”

He tried keeping his smile going, but it quickly morphed into a frown as he diverted his gaze back to the mirror.

“What do you see?” he asked in a low voice.

You hummed for a second. “What do you?”

“I…” Toshinori’s voice dragged for a short while, as if he picked apart a dozen different words, but none of them felt quite right, “I see a shadow. An immaterial shadow that cannot touch things as the body that has cast it once did. I cannot do much in this form, if at all, to help people. Not anymore.” 

You took a pensive expression and held his hand, turning him to face you.

“Do you want to know what I see?” 

Toshinori seemed sad and disappointed with himself as he nodded. His shoulders hung low, with a weight you would never be able to fully comprehend — a beacon of hope, Japan said — and you thought, for a second, that he blamed himself to a great extent for what had happened since his last fight with All for One.

“I see…” you started, taking his hands in yours and slowly peeling his gloves away, “the hands that have taken hundreds of people from under debris.” 

You stepped closer, and held the hem of his shirt, sliding it off his body from his shoulders, “I see the shoulders that have carried me and so many others to safety in times of need.”

He sighed softly when you put your hand over his scar, and locked eyes with you before you slid both your hands down his body and undid his belt, letting his pants fall to the floor. “I see the legs that have carried you to all the places you were needed. Even when it was to your own detriment, you did it, and did it with a smile.”

Finally, you held his face in your hands, and smiled at him.

“I see the face of the man that inspired and supported so many students. That still does. The face I fell in love with. So that’s what I see — I see you. How could I ever see anything else?”

He sighed and smiled back at you, pulling you into a hug. Toshinori nuzzled your hair, and took in the smell of your preferred concoction of shampoo/conditioner and whatnot, which he absolutely adored. Your smell. 

“Thank you, my love.”

“Whenever you need, Toshi,” you replied with your face pressed against his chest, hugging him back tenderly. “Now, silly, I need your help to put the groceries away and we should start prepping for dinner. What do you say?” 

He sighed contently still holding you in his arms. That, they could still do.

He was thankful for that.

“Sounds lovely.”

written by tsukimefuku ㋡ comments and reblogs are appreciated. do not copy, translate or repost. copycatting is for losers.

[autisticayano]

yandere simulator ayano art

and also kind of a rewrite thing that i have in mind at the end of the art stuff

lo and behold ayano art (done with mouse!) the uniform is ib one of the concepts of yk the uniform. i found the idea super cute and i always wanted to draw it and now i did!!

(also take this as a better redesign compared to the old one,, i feel like my style for ayano is very inconsistent but what i have now is more her ykwim?? that doesnt mean i dont like to put her in pretty clothing though. she deserves it and i like making her wear stuff shown here and here,, you can see the difference in art style but nevertheless its still ayano)

the uniform concept vv

getting into the why this outfit instead of the regular one they have: i simply think this is way cuter! it gives a better vibe compared to og

rewrite concept section

i think ayano would be relatively the same. she still starts off as practically emotionless girl barely feeling anything but the complex secondary emotions on a small scale (bitterness for example). in this she's also autistic and has OLD. (bear with me bear with me). (i also like "aishi condition" aspect i wont lie because of the supernatural undertones of being cursed is actually cool but in this it's more like an add-on than anything) like in her lore video her childhood was not the best and she felt nothing. she didn't feel guilt, she didnt feel as if she were real and she felt as if she were an abomination throughout her childhood because there was something 'wrong' with her. in this rewrite concept, the doctors werent specialized in dealing with OLD (because its not medically recognized as a problem) or autism (afabs are typically masking and are often cast aside when looking for diagnosis because majority of researchers use amabs symptoms specifically instead of looking at the whole spectrum) because of this she was bullied and seen as "not normal" by her peers. (people find her off-putting still in akademi because they arent able to read her face since she's masking like all the time unless she's with taro) in this i imagine that ryoba claims its a condition that majority of the women in their family faces (they just arent diagnosed) and that she will find something that will help "complete" ayano in the future. and so not only does she have trouble unmasking, she still feels as if something (someone) is missing within her life. this is what she thinks because it was what ryoba also went through. that "something" is eventually found out to be taro.

upon bumping into him and her being faced with kindness it made ayano fall in love with taro. because she's never felt this way about anyone before,, she feels extremely overwhelmed being near him and gets extremely nervous and whatnot. (sometimes if she gets too close her emotions are actually SO overwhelming and everything is happening so fast that she verges on a mental breakdown) essentially being around taro makes ayano feel like she isnt hiding behind a mask that she cant drop AND makes her feel like a normal person (for the most part anyway, she still is easily overwhelmed.) unfortunately, due to OLD she's faced with some intrusive thoughts and feeling of possessiveness especially around other people that like taro because she feels like her only source of being normal will be ripped away from her.

i think that ayano in this concept would be angry towards the rivals, yes, but not enough to genuinely commit murder. (barely anyway. intrusive thoughts are very strong and its hard sometimes to fight the urge to give in) sometimes she would have the weapon, poison etc etc in her hand but when she's near her target an overwhelming sense of disgust washes over herself. ayano rationalizes it by talking to herself that "taro would be upset and would probably reject me if i killed her" or "taro might come in here and-" basically she uses taro as her pillar of support even if its her own feelings that make her disgusted in herself.

that doesn't mean she's not weirdly possessive over taro. she borders on basically stalking him because being near his presence is enough to make her day better (as i said before- the masking is easier to go away because taro's presence is calming)

on another another note, ayano is bisexual and asexual here,, if taro were taeko she'd still be the same way. she doesn't want to have children because in her mind she doesn't see a point to it. she thinks that her child has a high possibility of coming out like her and thats a thought she wants to entertain. plus sex is so whatever.

notes:

ayano is 5'7,, both jokichi (6'0) and ryoba (5'8) have taller genes on both sides of their family compared to the avg height.

ayano's favorite color is pink and gray. pink because that color stands out more when she's with taro, and gray because its taro's favorite color

while she doesn't actively kill people she's still not on the morally just side of things. in this concept one of the worst things was kidnap musume for ransom in order to indebt kokona to her or drugging a couple people (#girlthings)

she has above average grades but she isnt an insane genius prodigy like kaga or whatever.

she is (unwillingly) in the student handbook for a uniform guide (you would think it would be the student council but they have a totally different uniform so)

she still killed that cat like in the lore video

this isnt really important compared to the rest but she only eats vegetables raw

she DOES end up with taro. they get married in the future even.

she's still a lil freak tho (pos)

happy reading!

[canisbrutus]

Would you be willing to do beatrice/mandy headcanons? I've been getting back into bully recently and they were always one of my favorite ships :3

by all means let me cook 🍳 note i havent written posts for either yet so this might be rambly as i need to give context for some things.

obligatory shoutout to @anguesinherbalatentes for helping me bang out the timeline of their relationship. ily babe

CW: mentions of eating disorders and sexism

Beatrice & Mandy 🧪🎆

the very definition of a slowburn. not to boil them down to your basic enemies to lovers trope but like. yeah kinda.

they shared a dorm (oh my god they were roommates)

and Boy were the first few weeks insufferable.

yeah over the course of the schoolyear they learned to tolerate and then care for eachother but sheeeesh.

at first they really didnt Get eachother, and why they were like that.

mandy, who comes from a generally flat nothingburger family, took education for granted, and didnt know why bea threw herself into her studies instead of having fun.

while beatrice, who comes from a very... old fashioned household, running herself ragged trying to prove she could be more than a kitchen wench, and didn't know why mandy would degrade herself into being a dumb bimbo.

after several smackdowns (the final one ended up with mandy thrown into the floor because Surprise starving yourself makes you weaker) the two agreed to just. ignore eachother and coexist.

this didnt get resolved until like. finals week. mandy drove herself to tears because studying feels like Hell if you havent practiced it and just staring at a book is Boring.

beatrice was too tired to put up with her crying so (after sighing very loudly and dragging herself away from her own desk) she offered to help, no payback needed.

and slowly things started to lighten up between em. started talking again, with less n less snark everyday.

and that turned into mandy dolling bea up like a barbie. her excuse being 'if you wanna be my friend we gotta make you unrecognizable for when you go out with me.'

got her skincare products, brushed her hair, did her makeup once, dragged her to the mall for clothes, etc.

beatrice developed her own style in this time; stepping away from the outdated outfits forced onto her between her parents and the school uniform and leaning into what mightve been early scene culture. colorful braces, bolder checkerboard patterns, etc.

hanging around mandy also strengthened her Bite.

in turn, mandy herself learned to be a bit more patient/open minded; putting more thought into people n things instead of dismissing them vapidly.

that being said, society still wasnt the most accepting of things like. girls being 'rebellious,' and stepping out of line.

the two of them got in trouble for staying out late at a party one time. for one with their parents, especially bea's, for another with their peers, having seen the unlikely pair holding hands.

that drove another small wedge between them for a moment; with beatrice withdrawing into herself and mandy playing it off as a joke and avoiding her for a week, as that's what everyone thinks of their relationship.

buuuut after bea goes to apologize out of fear of mandy talking behind her back, mandy broke down in sobs yet again and confessed finally.

bea has been her guiding light and she feels so Very lost without her. she hasn't cared this strongly for anything before. and well. bea accepted her apology.

after the rumors of them being seen together died down, their relationship had to lay low, but they were still bonded like turtledoves in a way.

they had so much to learn from eachother after all.

time for some fun facts. beatrice knows how to sew. embroidery and similar needlework.

it was forced onto her at home because shes a woman but: mandy was enamored by this all the same.

there's some custom floral stitching around the hems of her clothes now, after some buttering up.

bea was also very supportive of mandy's... issues. with food and whatnot. her mother gave her a complex over it, because heaven forbid a woman can pinch her own stomach.

she didnt need to live up to their expectations perfectly. sometimes you're better off doing what you love instead of trying to shove yourself into a box you dont fit in.

^ was what beatrice told her. that's the mindset she herself lives by, after all.

how lucky they were to have eachother, in the end.

[hc masterpost link]

[jabberwockprince]

happy pride! here's the fullbody refs for spina venatores <3 I still need to work on other stuff for their artfight profiles like their i2 illustrations and battle chibis but soon ..... s o o n ....

extras and rambles under the cut o7

reworked their manus fits from this old ref and tweaked the colors to make them more blue bc they looked SO purple on certain screens

venison has little to no changes, other than their scrapped i2 outfit, but its really funny how they have 3 fucking refs. 3 of them. plus a whole fucking obsolete i2 garment illustration

favoritism fucking SUCKS

mutton is pretty much exactly the way i pictured her so shes perfect and gave me zero issues <3. then there's chevon who is annoying and wants to exclusively dress up like some dramatic pirate/vampire but his fit reminds me so much of julian the arcana i cant get that out of my head.

poultry and veal are the ones who changed the most in their i2 garments, cause it hit me that poultry cannot be exclusively tied to vertin's team like venison and chevon on account of poultry being a human--she needs ties to the foundation or foundation adjacent groups like laplace to survive storms like ezra (laplace being the one organization she would love to join). but then it also hit me that she would not be allowed to join laplace THAT easily on account of. the horrors the crimes and whatnot, so for now she's on probation working as madam Z's assistant

the arrangement also works wonders bc veal is the one who has the most trouble graduating from the school of discipline, and spina venatores consists of ppl who Cannot Be Separated. so having the two somewhat close and still in touch is good <3 it prevents a lot of accidents. veal wears the foundation uniform just because they want to match with poultry

it also works bc venison's colors outside of manus are very similar to the foundation's palette, so i get to keep the visual dynamic between them, poultry and veal hehehoho

im STILL debating on how to organize their respective banners, since there's 5 characters instead of the usual 3. my brain is still trying to make their event coherent and its a mess in there AUGH. i could always make venison a limited character bc theyre my beloved blorbo. or make veal a limited character bc it would be very fuckign funny to have them randomly shapeshift into a different 6* that you own and just have that be their mechanic

i could also add aianteia to make the numbers even and have four 6* and two 5* but. then i would have to make refs for that bastard. and i dont have it in me. WHATEVER, I'LL FIGURE IT OUT!!!

[mia-does-nonsense]

Walkis headcanons b/c my brain won't shut up:

At first glance, their fancy uniforms are simultaneously cool and stupid. Like, those guys are probably dying during the summer (except for Kenny).

But from the brief shot we got in the manga of their school, I think Walkis is situated in a gloomy, cold-ass mountain area, and a good distance away from civilization like any emo school. Cloudy all the damn time and probably rains a lot too. The uniforms would at least have some practical use to keep the students from getting chilly.

Most, if not all, of the Walkis student body and faculty come from nobility and wealth, so it's kind of impossible to not have a reputation while attending. Like, "That's so-and-so from x family who does y at the Bureau of Magic" and whatnot, which will either make somone's life at Walkis a lot smoother or a lot harder.

The rigorous academics and competitiveness between dorms, years, individual students, new money vs old money, etc makes the shit that goes down at Easton look tame. Students like Finn and Lemon - who are average in academics and/or who come from lower/middle class families - will absolutely not survive there in the metaphorical sense...

...and likely also in the literal sense. Walkis is dangerous. When your parents are politicians, nobles, and just powerful people in general, school rules and even the law itself are merely suggestions. At Easton, the Magia Lupus kidnapped students, nearly stole Lemon's magic permanently, and didn't care about heavily injuring people, and then there's Carpaccio who was stabbing people left and right at the DV exam. Now multiply that by 10, and you'll have an idea what Walkis is like.

A good portion of the students are double-liners, and it's not uncommon to resort to underhanded tactics to get by, not to mention classes are highly advanced and deal with dangerous magic spells, potions, creatures, and such. If you're strong and influential enough to get away with it, you will almost certainly get away with it. If you don't, it's probably only because there was someone stronger than you to put you in your place.

Power is everything in Walkis, after all. And it got worse once Levis and Domina enrolled...

Of course, faculty tries their damn best to keep some semblance of order in the school, because 1. Walkis needs to maintain its prestigious reputation, and 2. These are the kids of the most important people in the magic realm, it would be very bad if something happened to them.

Then again, we know most noble families are shit when it comes to their children (Ex: the Crowns, Madls, Razors, and Rosequartzs) so I wouldn't be surprised if many parents don't care that much if their kid gets sent to the hospital or even straight-up dies. They probably just glanced at the school waiver when enrolling their kids about potential injury and death and were like, "If something happens to them, that's because they're weak blah blah blah" and signed it without a second thought.

The manga says that the majority of the Divine Visionaries in all of history came from Walkis - a whopping 85 compared to Easton's 11 and St. Ars' 4, if I remember correctly. It would be a stretch to assume that not all DVs in the magic realm's history were benevolent. Matter of fact, the current DV lineup was probably the best since Wahlberg and Adam Jobs' time, in terms of not just power but ethics and morality.

I mean, obviously there was still the whole situation with Mash (looking at especially you, Orter), but it would be interesting if some previous DVs throughout history were very self-serving and corrupt, because the ratio of candidates from Walkis and the other schools is crazy and *gestures vaguely at Walkis' aforementioned values regarding power and magic ability, leading to class differences, nepotism, etc, etc.* This was also why Adam Jobs' legacy became so warped after his death, with his beliefs regarding noblesse oblige being largely forgotten or misinterpreted.

[locke-esque-monster]

There's a part of me that wants to think that House MD is a spiritual successor to Mash (which is a whole separate post). It's fascinating to me because outside of one brief reference in the early seasons to Trapper John, and the whole similar "POV of the patient" episodes, there aren't really any references to Mash within House. And frankly, I'm surprised their aren't unless it was deliberate on the part of the creators. But I honestly prefer to believe Greg House within the confines of the show itself is actually an old Mash fan.

Picture it with me, will you...

A young 13 year old Gregory getting obsessed with the show. In part because it's anti-military and anti-authority sentiment pisses off his dad. But he also loves it's mix of drama, goofiness, and quick-witted banter.

He mostly gets to keep watching it because his Mom also likes it, it reminds her of the quick banter of old screwball comedies of her youth.

Sixteen year old Greg being torn between appreciating the accurate harsh reality of killing off Henry Blake, and the fact he wants to write angry letters to the studio on behalf of his mom because the episode made her cry.

Do you remember in Sherlock (2010) how Mycroft brought up that Sherlock had the mind of a great thinker, but chose to be a detective? And his original hope was to be a pirate? I think of that when I think of how Greg became a doctor. He was never going to be the empathetic doctors he saw on Mash, but the show did infuse an interest in medicine he never quite shook.

Imagine Greg at 24, exhausted from med school and a little choked up watching the finale of a show he's spent half his life watching.

Greg starting our his doctor's career with a hatred of doctor's coats like Hawkeye hated uniforms. He knows it's a cliché for doctors of this era to love Mash so it's his own dirty little secret. The thought of wearing a Hawaiian shirt one day has crossed his mind, but is ultimately rejected because it's not worth the teasing, or really his style.

Greg brings his love of banter and hatred of authority right into his work environment. He also has had no problem mixing the bleak with a sense of humor, maybe a residual effect of so many episodes of Mash.

He also maybe took Henry's season 1 speech about doctors not being able to save young men from dying maybe a bit too seriously, and that mixed with his own cynicism has helped inform his distance from his patients.

House meeting Cuddy and him taking great joy from their Margaret/Hawkeye "pushing back against authority but also kind of flirting" . He knows it'll never work, but damn if it isn't fun. It's fantasy straight out of his teenage years.

His ducklings (Cameron, Foreman, Chase) are his other assorted characters of the camp to bounce off of - the Radars, Klingers, and whatnot. He'll run circles around them verbally, but they have the potential to surprise him with a good idea or a clever comment.

When he met Wilson, it was like meeting his own tentmate in the Swamp. He maybe envisioned a little of having their own Swamp when he convinced Cuddy to move Wilson in next door. He was always sure Wilson was his BJ, with his commitment to his wives - even if maybe he went through them like Trapper did with nurses. But when Wilson left after Amber's death, he wondered if Wilson was maybe really his Trapper all along and his BJ didn't exist. When Wilson came back, House immediately thought back to BJ coming back to Hawkeye in the finale.

Wilson is the only one, other than his mother, who knows of his secret love of Mash. Wilson is also fond of it (he maybe internalized Hawkeye's commitment to his patients). And he sees a bit of Hawkeye in House's sense of humor. They occasionally watch it together and will makes jokes about it when the team or Cuddy aren't around. That said, Wilson has to convince House every so often that "No, we're not building our own still."

[chil-aglia]

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 |ROTTMNT| (Leo X Male OC)

𝐇𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨! 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐮𝐱

A/N: If y’all didn’t know, I made a Ao3 account and I’m posting this story on there!

STORY ON AO3

Also, sorry if this chapter was meh, I’ve been sick for 3 days now and it’s just kinda hitting hard for me to write at the moment.

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Adriaen can understand why magicians and magic shows were popular, the mystery of how they did such an extraordinary act that left people speechless. Personally, Adriaen didn’t really care for magic shows, he was old enough to know that most of the magical acts are only just tricks, deceiving to the eye. He’s also not the type to watch magic stuff in his free time…unless of course you were a certain red eared slider who barged into your room, phone in hand looking amazed by something.

”Adri! You have to see this!”

He didn’t give Adriaen time to even utter out a word until he jogged inside and bounced onto the bed, almost crushing Adriaen if he hadn’t moved to the side on time.

”What the—?! Leo!”

”Just watch. It’s awesome!”

He held his phone out so that the can both see the screen, with a defeated huff, Adriaen kept his attention on the phone. It was some random teenager, claiming he was going to make a middle school vanish.

Make a building vanish? Like that’s even possible—oh he did it.

It happened in a blur but somehow the middle school vanished into thin air, making the people in the video gasp before clapping at this young magician.

“How did he do that?! Like, he’s gotta be a mutant right?” Leo commented, replaying the segment of the school disappearing.

”Yes, yes, how very interesting.” Adriaen sarcastically deadpans, sure he was impressed for a second, but now he was just uninterested.

“Come on, I showed Raph, and he was just as shocked.” Leo complained, laying against Adriaen who didn’t seem to mind the closeness. 

“That’s just because Raph is…well, he’s Raph.”

“Leo, Adriaen, you want something to eat?” Raphael peeked inside the room, noticing the two laying comfortably on the bed on their stomachs.

”Ooh! Pizza?”

”Of course we’ll get pizza.”

Leo jumps up from the bed and made his way to Raph, Adriaen watched the two brothers cheer over getting pizza, he was getting sick of the greasy cheesiness that they often ordered. 

Suddenly Mayhem appears, landing on the lap of Adriaen who flinched at the sudden appearance of Mayhem. “Mayhem? What are you doing here?” He questioned out loud, catching Leo and Raph’s attention who turn and lean in closer.

“What is it, boy?” Raph tilted his head, Mayhem let out a squeal in reply, “I think someone’s in trouble. Is it us? Are you from the future?" Raphael concluded, Adriaen reaching over and flicking his forehead, making the gentle giant wince and rub his head with a pout.

Mayhem let out an annoyed growl, he glows briefly and teleported away, with the three turtles who arrive somewhere in an empty hallway. “I hate poofing." Raph grumbled, looking around in confusion.

Adriaen glanced around as Leo spoke up in recognition of the place, “Wait a second. This is April’s school...she’s the one in trouble. We got to go high school stealth." Leo announces. “Okay, where do we get the disguises?” Adriaen inquirer, Leo hummed in thought for a moment before smirking as he drags the two away into a different room.

It was the drama club, having costumes and whatnot hanged up in the back, Adriaen sighs and looked through his choices. “Hey look, a cheerleading—“ Leo began to announce, holding the cheerleading uniform up and turning to Adriaen.

The black bandanna turtle didn’t even need to look over as he gave a blunt threat to Leo.

”Put that away unless you want to become one armed.”

Leo listens and chucks away the costume. Eventually all three picked out an outfit each, Leo wearing a basketball jersey with some glasses, Raph wearing a jock uniform, a football player to be precise, and Adriaen, who found a comfortable hoodie and puts it on. 

Leo looked at Adriaen and lightly chuckled, “A hoodie? Don’t you want to get dressed up like Raph and I?” He hums in curiosity, Adriaen crossed his arms and looked away with a deadpan look.

”And look like a whole mess? No thank you.”

He glanced at Leo and walked over, he leans in close which surprised the red slider who blushed softly at the sudden closeness, before he blinked when Adriaen took off his glasses.

”Can you even see in these?”

Leo smiled lightly and took back his glasses, “Course I can! They’re just to complete the look.” He assures as Raph gets in between the two with determination.

“Okay. Let’s split up and find April."

Leo glanced down and let out a gasp, picking up Mayhem who was in a small sized cheerleading outfit. "He’s so cute. Take a picture. Take a picture." Leo awed; Mayhem looked absolutely done with him.

"That is cute."

Adriaen could only think how on earth Mayhem even found a outfit for someone of his size. Mayhem growls before eventually teleporting out of Leo’s grasp and landed on the shoulders of Adriaen, hissing at the two.

Adriaen let out a small hum on amusement, giving a light scratch under Mayhem’s chin which calmed him down. “All right guys, let’s go find April.” Adriaen established, walking ahead with Leo and Raph following after him.

The school itself was huge, and the three notice tons of decorations out and about as well.

Hang on, April told me her school was having a dance.

Adriaen tilted his head, he of course never been to a high school dance, but he pictured a dance having more people in the hallways or something going on, instead it was just sort of….dead.

How weird.

The trio (plus Mayhem), reach outside, hoping to find April somewhere out here but saw nothing. “Where is she?” Adriaen muttered, placing a hand on his hip.

They head on back to the school building only to pause when they saw through the windows, April running away from three humans. "I’m sorry, was that April being chased by her totally real friends?" Leo asked in slight sarcasm, “Maybe she’s playing a game of tag.” Adriaen sarcastically muses, Leo and him sharing a mischievous smile.

"High school…” Raph sighs in a daze, Mayhem let out a squeak as he gestured to a float of an hippo head. “Huh, I’ve always wanted to drive one of those." Raph smirks at an idea brewing inside his head.

Leo and Adriaen exchange an unsure look. 

We’re doomed.

The three get inside as Mayhem vanishes away, no doubt in search for April. “Hey, Raph, maybe I should drive?” Adriaen suggested, mostly because he knew Raph would somehow crash this float into something of someone.

”I totally got this.” Raph confidently assured, once everyone had taken a seat, Raph pushes down on the accelerator and speeds off.

Leo and Adriaen yelling in surprise. The two notice Raph heading straight for the doors of the school, “Raph, Raph! Turn!” Adriaen yells for him but it was too late, Raph sped up and the hippo float crashes through the doors of the school, the float itself tearing apart leaving the three with a golf cart.

Leo and Adriaen clung onto each other as they tumble in. They roll to a stop as the students blinked, confused at the sudden appearance of the three.

Leo blinks as he cleared his throat, stilling holding onto Adriaen. "Is this A.P Bio?" Leo questions, Adriaen sighing in response to calm down from almost dying because of Raph’s reckless driving.

Raphael wasn’t done however, driving the cart past them and stops in front of April who held Mayhem who looked utterly exhausted. Quickly April gets inside the cart.

"Drive."

Raph kicks it into gear, Leo and Adriaen having to hold onto the sides of the cart since it was too small to fit everyone inside.

“Where’s the exit?" Raph asks, driving around while avoiding the humans. "No, we can’t leave. Hypno’s gonna make the school disappear." April announces and Adriaen raised a brow at her, “Hypno’s here? Why would he be interested in making a school vanish?” He inquired out loud, followed by Leo letting out an amused laugh.

"Another school is gonna disappear? These magicians are out of control."

They ignore Leo’s quip, focusing back on the task at hand. "That mutant Hippo’s got doom hats hidden all over the school. But it’s gonna be fine. I’ve got a plan.” April assured with determination on her face.

Raph pushes down on the breaks, stopping the cart in front of the auditorium, Leo and Adriaen hop out. “You gotta break Hypno’s spell and free my friends.” April told the three mutants who all couldn’t help but stare at her.

”Okay acquaintances. Just free everybody."

She drives off, leaving Raph, Adriaen and Leo to deal with Hypno. As they enter the auditorium, Hypno is staring at his cards, waiting for the students to come back.

“Finally, you’re back. I was—oh, it’s you idiots." 

He groans at the sight, Adriaen letting out a huff in slight offence of being called an ‘idiot.’

Adriaen crossed his arms, “Yeah, I don’t want to hear that coming from a hippo wearing a magician outfit.” He stated before Raph gets his own line in.

"Hypno! Welcome to another edition of Raph-terpiece theater. Tonight’s episode—punches."

Leo cuts in, bouncing the basketball he held. "But first, how do you make a school disappear? Well, don’t tell me! Okay, tell me. I—“ He excitedly asks, before Hypno interrupted him.

“A good magician never reveals his plans, but a good villain always does. I've torn guys. I’ve gotta be honest. Therefore, Rings! This your card?"

The mutant hippo flinging cards off his sleeve, the three dodging them. 

“How did you?"

"Hey, are you friends with Noah Sheck? We’re huge fans Sheckter piece now!" Raph questions before Adriaen slides in, shaking his head.

”They are. I could care less.”

Regardless, Hypno looked disgusted at them, “Ew. You would be. He wears kit caps in summer! Who does that?" He shouts before throwing knives disguised as magician wands at them.

Adriaen, Leo and Raph charged forward, “Oh, really? Because wanting to a school disappear remind me of his trick. Maybe you're the hack!" Leo announces, throwing the basketball at Hypno, hitting him square in the face which caused a couple of doves flying out his coat.

"My doves! Say rabbit, rabbit." Hypno glares, picking up a magician hat and all of a sudden rabbits come hopping out and charging towards the turtles. They trip over the rabbits, Adriaen looking unimpressed as the rabbit's nibble on his arms and legs.

”Seriously?”

Raph was first to get up, jumping up and grabbing the head of the mascot that was hanging by the ropes in the air, using the mascot head to hit Hypno in the face, who flew right through a wall and ended up outside.

Leo and Adriaen walk over to Raph, both in fighting positions as they see Hypno glaring at the three, taking out what appeared to be a phone.

Uh oh.

The three also notice how all the students who were hypnotised had gathered around Hypno, glued to their phones.

Hypno raises his own phone, Adriaen could only assume that was the device that was causing all this chaos.

"Mezmer roo!"

Mayhem appears on top of Hypno with tons of magician hats, and teleports all of the hats and Hypno with him.

They blink and look up to see them in the air, Mayhem vanishing away, leaving Hypno to take the hit of the explosion.

The sky was bright for a moment, having Adriaen use his hand to block the sudden brightness before blinking and looking around, all of the students had snapped out of their trance as April rolled by. The float cart was now damaged as Mayhem appeared into April's arms.

Raph, Leo and Adriaen took the time to escape before they could be spotted by civilians. Running away as Leo chuckled, “That was awesome. High school is great!” He cheered, Adriaen sweating a little at Leo’s comment.

”Yeah, I don’t think that’s a regular occurrence at school.”

The three continue to run across the rooftops to head home, Adriaen only briefly looked up and widen his eyes when he saw a hooded figure watching them from afar.

He narrowed his eyes and skids to a stop, making Raph and Leo stop as well and then to him in puzzlement. “Uh, you good?” Raph asks, tilting his head at him.

”Yeah, why’d you suddenly stop?” Leo added, looking briefly concerned while also confused. Adriaen shakes his head and eyes the two.

”You guys go on ahead. I just remembered that I dropped my phone earlier.” 

A horrible lie, really. But it seemed to work as Leo and Raph nod in understanding. “All right. See you at home!” Raph smiled and runs off, Leo was a bit hesitant but followed Raph.

Adriaen watched the two, making sure they were quite a distant away before making his own way towards where he saw the mystery figure.

Was it stupid of him to go alone? Yes. But he wanted to make sure this wasn’t a threat to him or the others.

He climbs up to a higher building rooftop, looking around the area. He didn’t see anyone around, which was confusing since he could’ve sworn this was the rooftop the figure was on.

”Looking for me?”

Adriaen let out a gasp and turned around, jumping back on instinct and got into a fighting stance. The figure wore a black hood, white mask with red eyes, a silver chest plate, and long silver claws. 

Whoever this was, Adriaen couldn’t help but be on alert. It was hard to tell but he just knew this stranger was smirking under that mask.

”Easy now, it’s only me.”

What?

Adriaen tilted his head; the voice did sound familiar. Confirming his suspicion, the masked stranger stepped forward and took off his white mask, revealing it to be Ronin.

”What the? Why are you dressed like that?” Adriaen couldn’t help but ask in bewilderment, lowering his guard down. Ronin chuckled and crossed his arms.

”And you? Why are you wearing a hoodie?”

Adriaen narrowed his eyes and placed a hand on his hip, “What is it that you need? Did you…discover something about me?” Adriaen interrogated, his voice lowering in hopefulness at the last part of his sentence.

”Well, not about you exactly. I actually found information on the four brothers.”

”On them? Like what?”

Ronin grins and walks over to the ledge, sitting down comfortably. “About their DNA. Do you want to know?” He hums in amusement, leaning against palm.

Adriaen froze for a moment, he didn’t know if he should hear this or not, considering it would mean keeping more secrets.

But he also felt as though he had to know. It could be something of importance to him in the future. “All right. Tell me.” He agrees on hearing Ronin out.

”Very well. It took some time and lots of sneaking around without being caught, but there was a file on the brothers. Tells me all about their species, DNA, etc.”

Ronin sighs dramatically, “Honestly it was exhausting and boring. But, then one thing caught my eye. Their human DNA.” He informs, smirking towards Adriaen who stood and listened.

”The human DNA of them, was from someone who was actually quite popular. Ever heard of Lou Jitsu?”

Lou…Jitsu?

Adriaen widened his eyes and tensed upon hearing the news. The turtle brothers were mutated with Lou Jitsu DNA? This…was certainly not something Adriaen was expecting to hear.

”Apparently Lou Jitsu ran off with the turtles and was never seen again. Crazy, isn’t it?”

Adriaen eyed Ronin with puzzlement, “Ran off with them? But then, how did they end up with Splint—“ He began to wonder before pausing, placing a hand over his mouth to stop himself from saying it outloud.

He was sweating, eyes furrowed.

Could…Splinter be..? No, surely not…but it would make sense?

”Earth to Adriaen? You still with me?” Ronin stood in front of the black bandanna turtle who flinched in surprise, “I was just thinking is all. Was there really nothing about me that you could find?” Adriaen changed the topic to stop himself from spiraling.

”Sadly no. I did look, but no files of you. I believe the only way to actually know is if I ask Draxum himself. But that would be difficult without raising suspicion for myself.”

Adriaen’s shoulder slumped down, he was…disappointed. 

Ronin notice and placed a reassuring hand on Adriaen’s shoulder, giving a little smile. “Don’t look so bummed out. I’ll keep trying. Promise.” He stated making Adriaen roll his eyes with a little smirk.

”Careful, you actually sound like a nice person.”

”Haha, can’t have that now, can we?”

Ronin walks away, putting his mask back on his face. “See you around.” He waved before jumping off the rooftop and leaving Adriaen behind.

Adriaen inhaled and exhaled. He now knew more about the brothers, and he was unsure if he should tell them or keep it to himself. 

Splinter…surely he would know. I should ask him about this.

He nods to himself before jumping down the roof as well, heading back into the sewers.

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A/N: I APOLOGISE FOR ANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES THAT WERE MADE, I TYPE REALLY FAST AND OFTEN DON'T SEE THEM UNTIL I ACTUALLY PUBLISH THE CHAPTER.  

Ooh? Adriaen gonna confront Splinter? Wonder how that’ll turn out—

First Chapter here

Next Chapter here

[bungone]

apparently people like it when i rant about things, so

Mephisto and Faust didn't deserve their fate. They didn't deserve to die. Narratively, it makes sense. It's well written. Awful. I love it. The story would not have been the same if they hadn't. I'm not saying they shouldn't have died. I'm just saying, they didn't deserve to.

I see so many memes and jokes and whatnot about how much they suck, how they're pure evil (Mephisto more than Faust), but you have to remember they're children. Literal children.

In canon they're what. 13? 14? They could (should) be in middle school- and the fact they're not in itself is fucked up, because it's not just a normal situation for the world they live in, there's circumstances that were out of their control that prevented them from ever growing up to be normal kids.

Mephisto? he was in school. Then he got assaulted— that's a canon point. And by no fault of his own he now has a terminal illness that makes everyone around him simultaneously terrified of him and hate him on a fundamental level. Guess who was the only one who didn't? Faust.

And that's cool and all but two kids who's ages are in the single digits shouldn't have to rely solely on each other to survive. No buts, no exceptions, they're supposed to have adults care for them.

And guess who that adult was? Talulah. And that was fine, sure, at first, before the whole changing thing. She was the adult figure that they needed and it's no surprise at all that Mephisto refused to leave even after she changed. She was the only one who showed them an ounce of kindness and that was something Mephisto, unlike Faust, had experienced before. So it makes sense that Faust would be less trusting of her and ready to leave.

But they didn't. They stayed, and these 13 year olds, with like, severe developmental trauma, who have been conditioned to be okay with violence and death so long as they achieve their goal in the end, aren't to blame for their circumstances?

I mean sure, Mephisto is sadistic and doesn't care for the lives of all his soldiers. Tell me the fact that they all look exactly the same and wear masks doesn't have something to do with it.

Look me in the eye and tell me soldiers that don't have human faces and all wear uniforms and could easily be perceived as carbon copies to an outsider wouldn't be easy to overlook.

The fact they've been stripped of their individuality makes me think that he—Mephisto, I mean—can't actually handle killing people all that well.

anyway thats that pls get homeboy a res stone and cough drops and a karaoke machine and his silly little snake boy he's in a severely unhealthy codependent relationship with back pls thanks

[onegianthotmess]

“MY CHILDHOOD DREAMS ARE FINALLY COMING TRUE!!!”

Stitch’s Tropical Turbulence Mini Fic ?

Stitch: My name is Stitch!

Amelia: Oh, my cream puffs…

Jack, Azul & Riddle: What?

Amelia: I can’t believe this is happening…

Ace: Amelia, are you okay???

Grim: Yeah! You look more spaced out than normal, hench-human!

Lilia: Are you not feeling well? You may be young, but children should learn to rest.

Amelia: Am I dead or dreaming?

Floyd: I think Shrimpy’s broken!

Amelia: . . .

Everyone Else: . . .

Amelia: MY CHILDHOOD DREAMS ARE COMING TRUE!!!

Amelia: *scoops up Stitch* You’re even cuter and fluffier than I imagined!!!

Everyone Else: WHAT?!!?

Grim: Hey, hench-human! You should be paying attention to me, not the bug!

Amelia: Grim, the dreams of a five year old me are coming true. So unless you want me to unleash wrath that is even more terrifying than Lilia from his front lines war general days, you’ll butt out!

Amelia: *turns back to Stitch* I know you already have your ohana, but my soul needs this!

Riddle: “Ohana”?

Stitch: Ohana means family… Family means nobody gets left behind…

Amelia: Or forgotten!

Ace: Amelia is scaring me more than usual-

Lilia: Really? Because I find this intriguing.

Floyd: Same! Seems like the little Shrimpy knows a thing or two about this Stitch.

Amelia: Yeah, just like how I know about Ursula dying from her thirst for power-

Floyd & Azul: Huh?

Amelia: Nothing!

Jack: So what do we do with him?

Gantu: You hand that abomination over to-

Amelia: YOU’RE NOT GETTING STITCH, YOU TEN FOOT TALL BLUBBER BUTT!!!

Amelia: *throws coconut at Gantu*

Amelia: SCATTER!!! *zooms away in Disney kid*

Everyone Else: *runs after Amelia’s stupid ass*

Later…

Riddle: *panting* Why…would…you…DO THAT?!

Amelia: Damn, someone got a second wind-

Azul: Well, Riddle has all reason to be upset. That..uhm…fellow back there had a ship! If we traded Stitch for a ride back to the school, we would’ve been off this island by now!

Amelia: Never trust Gantu whenever he’s after Stitch!

Riddle: Well, that’s an inane saying!

Amelia: And you’re an inane rule follower with your “pink uniform flamingo caretaker” rules and whatnot.

Riddle: I’m not taking the bait…

Amelia: I wasn’t baiting you, I just wanted to insult you back so we were even-

Jack: Could we get back onto the topic of Stitch, please?

Amelia: Oh, right! Yeah, no, we’re keeping him with us.

Ace: How can you already decide that?!

Amelia: One, if he wanted to harm or kill us, he would’ve done it by now.

Amelia: Two, you do not know Gantu’s motives and there is no guarantee that he’d take us back to NRC if we have him Stitch.

Amelia: Three, Stitch has not shown any signs of hostility towards anyone he hasn’t deemed an initial threat or that he didn’t like right off the bat.

Amelia: And four, he’s incredibly strong, smart, resourceful…

Stitch: And cute and fluffy!!!

Amelia: Yes, that.

Lilia: I’m all for trusting Stitch, but how exactly do you know he’s resourceful and strong?

Stitch: *whips up a flashlight from scrap parts from his ship*

Floyd: Now this just got really fun!

Ace: I think we’d need more resources other than a flashlight.

Stitch: *whips up a grenade from scrap ship parts and hands it to Amelia*

Amelia: Well, he just made me a grenade. What resourceful enough for you?

Jack: Amelia, I love you as a friend, but I think you should be concerned rather than impressed that he made a GRENADE!

Lilia: No, Amelia is right. It’s impressive how Stitch made such a thing with the little materials he has on him. I say we keep him around and help gather spare parts for him to fix his ship. Gantu is bound to have technology such as weaponry or robots after Stitch, given his hostility towards him earlier. If we help Stitch gather enough parts to fix his own ship, he could give us a ride back to the school.

Lilia: Or we could do something else if anyone else has a better idea? I’m open to options.

Everyone Else: . . .

Lilia: So, my idea it is?

Amelia: They’ve been stunned speechless, so I’d take that as a yes, Lili.

Lilia: Perfect! I’m sure this is bound to be a fun time!

I wanted to do this since the Stitch event has given me some of the best brainrot ever!!! So enjoy what my Yuusona’s reaction is to Stitch and meeting him for the first time in all of his fluffiness!!!

[baby-walsh]

Love's Tavern

Summary: Rick discovers a new side of himself at Love's Tavern.

Tags: Sex Club, Glory Hole, Bi-Curiosity, Cheating, Masturbation, Semi-Public Sex, Anonymous Sex, Gay Sex, Internal Conflict

Rick Grimes/Shane Walsh

Explicit 18+

Notes: I don't upload here anymore because tbh I kinda hate Tumblr, but it was requested so here we are.

Rick has been struggling recently. Getting into fights with his wife and trying to keep that fact hidden from his twelve year old son, Carl. He’s not even sure what they’re fighting about most of the time, but it’s hard to spend ten hours at work then come home not knowing which side of his wife he’s going to get. It doesn’t help that he’s been getting a lot of domestic violence calls lately. He can’t escape the fighting even at work.

He’s growing increasingly frustrated with life. Meanwhile, his best friend and work partner, Shane, is doing well in comparison. He’s unmarried, no kids, no one to answer to. He’s handsome and smart and does a good job at work. Rick wouldn’t want to have anyone else as a partner. He’s only slightly jealous hearing about Shane’s latest conquests. Rick swears he has a new girl in his bed every night. He zones out listening to Shane go into graphic detail, thinking about how he himself hasn’t gotten laid in three weeks.

“Hey man, you okay?” Shane finally notices that Rick isn’t listening. Rick shrugs.

“Sorry, yeah, I’m just tired,” he replies. “Carl’s having a hard time adjusting to the school schedule after being able to do whatever he wanted all summer. We didn’t get his routine established in time. So he’s cranky every morning and Lori acts like it’s somehow my fault. I’m the bad guy.”

“I’m sorry, man. He’s a good kid. He’ll adjust.”

“Yeah, I hope so.”

“Why don’t we have a drink after work, huh?”

“So I can get yelled at for not coming straight home?” Rick rolls his eyes. Not at Shane or his suggestion, but knowing that Lori would be pissed even at the hypothetical scenario.

“C’mon, I’ll call and tell her it’s my idea, okay? Just one drink.”

“You’re going to get me in trouble.”

“Okay, then don’t tell her we’re having a drink. Tell her it’s a mandatory meeting.”

Rick’s thinking it over when a call comes in, interrupting Shane’s begging.

+

By the end of the thankfully uneventful day, Rick decided fuck it. He’s a grown man and he can go have a drink after work with his friend if he feels like it. And if Lori doesn’t like it, then that’s her issue.

Rick’s sitting at the table with Shane and a couple other guys from work. They’re just chatting about the day when one of the guys mentions a club that just opened up across town. Shane and Rick were talking amongst themselves when it was mentioned. Shane stops and looks over at him.

“I’m sorry, did you say sex club?”

“Yeah! My friend emailed me a link to the website. It has the address and the rules and whatnot.”

“Sex club? Is that even legal?” Rick asks.

“It’s anonymous from what I saw on the website. I think it’s mostly gloryholes.”

“What’s it called?” Shane asks.

“Love’s Tavern.”

“Why's it called that?”

“I think it's to be discreet.”

“Huh, I don’t really get the appeal. I’m just saying if I’m getting my dick sucked, I wanna see who’s doing it, y’know?” he adds, taking a swig of his beer. He nudges Rick, who fell into contemplative thought again. “Right?”

“Well, I’m married, so there’s no mystery there,” Rick laughs weakly at his attempted joke. “But I mean yeah, even if I was getting blown…” he trails off, staring at the wall again.

“Damn, Rick, maybe you should visit this place.”

Maybe he should.

+

Rick gets home a little later than he intended, having had more than one drink with Shane. It’s nine PM when he stumbles in, exhausted and ready to shower and sleep. He’s in the bedroom unbuttoning his uniform shirt, getting ready to shower when his wife Lori walks in. In an instant, the mood of the room shifted.

“Where the hell have you been?”

“Was with Shane.” he mumbles.

“Were you drinking? Oh, don’t mind me,” she mutters, making a point to push past him to sit on the bed while she takes her earrings out. “I was just putting our son to bed. He asked for you, by the way.”

Rick sighs, looking towards the door. Lori sees and snorts.

“Don’t even bother. He’s already asleep.”

“He knows I work long days.”

“Not long enough to go drinking for who knows how long while I’m here picking up our son from tutoring, making dinner, helping with homework, packing lunch for tomorrow and on top of that cleaning the house.”

“He does his homework with the tutor,” Rick groans, really not wanting to have this conversation right now.

“Yes, usually, but he has a science project to do.” Lori purses her lips.

“I’m sorry, okay?”

He hopes that she will just drop it. He kneels in front of her and takes her hands in his.

“Work has been stressful lately and I just wanted to spend some time with my friend and not think about it for a while.” Rick explains. Though he feels he shouldn’t have to because, between the two of them, only he has been shot at and almost killed.

“You spend way more than enough time with Shane,” Lori says, snatching her hands out of his. She gets into bed, pulling the comforter over her legs. Rick stands up and stares at her.

“Can I make it up to you?” he asks.

“Whatever way you think you can.” she replies primly.

“Can we have sex tonight?” His tone is defeated and his shoulders slump even more when he gets the answer,

“I’m not in the mood.”

“Whatever,” he grumbles. He grabs clean boxers and pajama pants from his drawers, slamming them shut as he goes to the bathroom.

“You’re going to wake Carl!” Lori hisses.

He leaves the room and doesn’t look back.

Rick’s never cheated in his life. Not in anything or on anyone. The idea of cheating on his wife should be the furthest thing to ever cross his mind. But he can’t handle this growing frustration any longer and he can only jack off so much.

It’s been two days since their fight and Rick and Lori have spoken only a handful of words to each other. Rick made an effort on his day off to spend it with his son. He even helped with his science project, giving Carl ideas on what to do. He mowed the lawn, took the trash out, and pulled the autumn decorations from the attic. He told Lori that he’d make dinner so that she didn’t have to worry about it. Yet it wasn’t enough to stop her from criticizing him. Only in a slight, backhanded way when in front of Carl. His efforts went unrewarded by his wife.

This morning, Rick woke up with a headache and the smell of burnt pancakes filling the room. He laid in bed, contemplating his life choices, when he heard his wife and son arguing.

Another day of hanging out, doing some chores, taking Carl to the park, and getting fast food for dinner. Rick feels good about the time he spends with his son, but he feels looming anxiety about Lori. He doesn’t know what she wants him to do. It’s not like he’s unappreciative of the things she does. And he does things too. Mostly the things she can’t do. And the things he can’t do, he gets Shane to do.

Maybe it’s the animosity that’s driven him to this point. Quite literally, he thinks, as he stares at the sign on the building. After another night of being spurned, instead of masturbating, Rick jumped in his car. He didn’t think about where he was going, but subconsciously, he knows why he ended up here.

Love’s Tavern

The place is well lit, but out of the way. Hidden, in a way, like you wouldn’t see it if you didn’t know it was there. Rick steels his nerves as he gets out of the car. He’s just going to check it out. He locks his car, then heads inside the building. The heavy wooden door leads to a foyer with another wooden door. He opens that one then walks up to the desk.

“Welcome to Love’s Tavern! What are you looking for today?” the cheerful girl at the desk says.

“Well, uh, I’ve never been here.” Rick says, suddenly nervous. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting. Maybe something darker, more seedy. He definitely didn’t expect a perky blonde explaining the types of rooms and experiences they offer. She explains the rules and safety precautions. Rick’s heart starts to pound as he realizes that he’s actually going to do this.

“And it’s just $35 to get in. It’s to cover maintenance of the facilities and we provide condoms and lube, so it also goes towards the cost of covering that.”

“Oh, uh, sure,” Rick pulls out his wallet, handing over the money. She asks if he wants a receipt and he declines. “Um, so, you mentioned one side being…straight? Can you explain again?”

“Oh, absolutely! So, this side to your left is designated for ladies and the right side is designated for men. So pick your preference and if you ever forget, just look at the lights! The ladies’ side is lit up pink in the halls and the men’s side is blue.”

“And, um, this is…anonymous, right?”

“Yes, we don’t keep any records of who’s here. There’s cameras, but the footage is wiped after 30 days and we only pull it in case an incident occurs.” she replies. She sees Rick’s apprehension. “Which side did you want?” she asks.

“Uh, women,” Rick answers, feeling hot in the face as the pretty receptionist takes his hand and leads him past the desk and to the hallway. She takes him to the left side where the lighting shifts from white to pink.

“The open room is where the voyeurs like to hang out, but for your first time, go in here. It’s private, but connected to this room here. What someone would think a traditional glory hole is.” she explains.

“Wait, how do you keep the sides separate? Like in these private rooms?”

She points to the signs on the doors. Like a bathroom has men and women decals, these rooms have decals that are a little different. The room she has Rick going into has a stick figure man, hands on his hips, erection pointed straight out. The room next to it has a decal of a stick figure with long hair and very prominent breasts on her knees, facing the other door.

“People are good about respecting the rules. We haven’t had any incidents so far, but honestly, the gay side sees a lot more action than you’d think in a town like this.”

“Huh…” Rick looks down the hall toward the men’s side, where there does seem to be a buzz of activity.

“Have fun.” The receptionist walks off. Rick swallows hard and enters the room, locking the door behind him like he was told. The room is small, but large enough to move around comfortably. The room is bathed in pink light and has a bench on one side. Rick notices three different holes, at different heights, on the opposite wall. To his surprise, there’s already a mouth at the hole in the middle. Rick looks around, then decides to just go for it. He walks up and unzips his pants, pulling his cock out. He strokes it a few times, getting it hard, before sliding it through the hole into the waiting mouth of the girl on the other side. He hears a muffled moan, feeling the vibration around his shaft as she takes him all the way into her throat. Rick groans. He’s not sure if she’s good at this or if it’s just been too long. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that it’s a stranger’s mouth on his cock. He presses against the wall, loving the feeling of being sucked. He’s pulled out of it when she suddenly grabs his cock, tightly holding it in one hand. Rick is questioning what’s happening as he feels something rolling onto his cock. A condom, he quickly realizes. The girl lets go of his cock to quickly turn around, presenting her pussy to him. She helps guide him in. It’s a little awkward through the wall, but Rick’s length is enough to fill her up. Rick definitely wasn’t expecting this. He was expecting a quick little blow job. Just something to ease his stress. Now he’s fucking a stranger through a wall, listening to her quiet moans as she bounces on his cock.

“Fuck,” Rick groans, instinctively pulling away as he cums suddenly.

The girl whines. Rick pulls the condom off, tossing it into the trash can in the corner of the room. He cleans himself up and wants to get out of there before the full weight of what he’s just done can crush him.

He leaves quickly and quietly, not making eye contact with the receptionist on his way out. That was an expensive way to cum in five minutes, he thinks as he gets into his car. He drives for a little bit before making his way home.

+

The weirdest part about visiting Love��s Tavern is that Rick knows he should feel guilty about it, but he doesn’t. He should feel guilty for wanting to go back at least, yet he doesn’t. Rick goes back two more times. The first of the two times, he gets sucked by two different girls and fucks one of them, finishing in the other’s mouth. It’d be the perfect story to tell Shane. The second time, he braves going into the free room. He pretends not to notice the other guys as he stands in line to fuck a girl who has her legs chained up. Both times, he was drawn to the men’s side. The receptionist is right. Even at peak times, that side is always busier than the side with women. He hates to admit that he’s curious about it. The next time he goes, he takes a right instead of a left, hoping that the receptionist doesn’t notice. The men’s side is a different vibe. The free room takes a lot of space. There’s a bunch of guys mingling about. Some getting sucked off, others thrusting into holes in the walls. Others stroking themselves while watching the action. Rick looks around the blue lit room, looking for the private rooms like on the other side. He goes down a hallway and finds a bunch of doors. One on the end is open, so he goes in and locks it behind him. To his surprise, there’s a cock through the hole in the wall. It shouldn’t be that shocking given where he is, he muses.

Now what?

He’s never thought about sucking a guy off. Yet he wandered over to this side of the establishment so a guy could suck him off.

“Come on, will you get on your knees already?” the guy on the other side groans. Rick jumps at being called out. He could just leave. Yet he’s strangely aroused by this. Rick finds himself walking up to the hole and kneeling. He tentatively takes the thick cock into his hand, stroking it gently. Then, just as the guy is about to protest again, Rick just goes for it, sliding his mouth around the length. He suddenly understands the hesitation from every girl who’s given him a blow job for the first time. He wonders if he’s doing this correctly as he bobs his head. The guy groans, thrusting forward. Rick nearly gags as the man’s cum shoots into the back of his throat. Surprisingly, he swallows it down. The guy walks away and just as Rick regains his composure, another cock is waiting for him. Pulling his own erection out, he strokes himself as he leans in to take this one into his mouth. It’s shorter, but veiny, Rick determines as he explores it with his tongue. He strokes himself faster, finishing just as he receives a second load of cum in his mouth.

“Hey twink, ever get your ass eaten?” a guy says through the hole.

“Uh, no…” Rick replies, unnerved by the sudden conversation.

“Put it against the hole.” the guy replies.

The request sends a shock through Rick’s spine. He stands up, questioning how he got here as he strips naked, then turns around bending at just the perfect angle to press his cheeks up to the hole. Immediately, a warm tongue slides up his crack, making him jump. He’s never done this, but he doesn’t hate it as the tongue works its way to his hole. Rick gets hard again. He tries to stroke himself while the tongue massages his hole.

Rick starts to feel weird, the reality of what’s happening starting to set in. It’s not until he feels a finger probe his hole that he snaps out of it.

“Whoa, okay,” he stands up. He’s already sucked two dicks and had his ass eaten, that’s enough experimentation for the night. He scrambles to get his clothes together and leaves, heart racing as he comes to terms with what he just did.

Rick gets home at almost midnight to find that his wife is still awake, reading a book. He cringes internally, hoping that she would have already been asleep. She gives him a questioning look when he walks into the room.

“Where’ve you been?” she asks.

“Just hanging out with some of the guys from work.” Rick lies, getting into bed next to her. He had showered away his shame already.

“Hmm, well I was thinking,” Lori puts down the book on the nightstand and turns to him. She brings her right arm to his chin and pulls him into a kiss. Rick holds his wife while she kisses him, but he doesn’t return the kiss fully. He kisses her back, but not with enthusiasm as he recalls where his mouth has been.

“You’re finally going to let me fuck you?” he murmurs pointedly as she strips him of his t-shirt and pajama pants. He pulls up her nightgown and finds himself burying his face between her legs. Her moans are enough to get him hard by the time she cums on his tongue. He sits up, positioning himself closer so he can slide inside her. He thrusts hard, enjoying the noises coming from her. He can’t help but feel like something is…off.

“Would you…” He murmurs the request hotly in her ear. Lori’s eyes widen as she processes his request.

“What!? I don’t want to do that, Rick!”

“Please? It’ll help me cum.”

“I don’t want to put my fingers…there. Ugh, just get off me,” Lori grumbles, pushing Rick away. He lays on his back as she gets up and puts her robe on.

“Would it kill you to have an open mind?” Rick sighs.

“You’ve never wanted me to do that before, why now?”

“Cause I just…I wanted to try it.” Rick shrugs.

“Did one of the guys put you up to this?”

“Wha- No! I’ve just been thinking about it.”

Lori huffs in disgust and leaves the room. Rick decides he’ll go back to Love’s the first chance he gets.

+

The opportunity doesn’t arrive until the following weekend. It had been a hard week and the only thing Rick could think about was getting fucked. The idea of actually liking men has sent him into a spiral. He’s been on edge all week. Shane asks if he’s okay and Rick gets defensive. It feels like everyone knows what he’s been doing.

He’s thankful that his wife and kid aren’t home when he gets there. He makes himself a sandwich after reading the note on the fridge that they won’t be home until late. He’s grateful for the alone time because he finally has a chance to use something he bought a week ago after the sexual mishap with Lori. Rick had gone out of his way to a small sex shop, nervous and embarrassed. He brought the toy home and hid it in a black bag in his gun safe. Lori knows the code but she never needs it, so he’s not worried about her discovering it.

Rick pulls the bag out, feeling mixed emotions as he dumps the contents onto his bed. He had bought a six inch dildo and some lube. The toy is pretty realistic, he thinks, as he unboxes it. Letting out a breath, he strips himself and climbs onto his bed. His cock is already hard as he decides how he’s going to do this. After taking the safety seal off the lube, he lays on his stomach, reaching behind him to probe at his hole. He spreads a generous amount of lube on his fingers, teasing one of them at his entrance. He groans into the pillow as it easily slips in, guided by the lube. He holds it there for a minute or so, trying to come to terms with how he’s feeling. It feels weird. Not good or bad necessarily. He’s never experienced anything like this. He decides it’s good enough to keep going, so he does, taking it a step further by sliding the finger in and out. He curses, not expecting it to feel so good. Rick tentatively adds another finger, stretching his hole as he works them in. He’s getting impatient, pulling his fingers out. He takes the dildo, which had been sitting next to him, and lubes it up. He brings it around to his hole, pressing the head against it. Taking a deep breath he pushes in slightly. He knows he has to go slow, but it’s torture, feeling the toy slide in inch by inch until his fingers touch his ass. He slides it out halfway then back in again. The sensation is odd. He can feel it in his stomach like he’s nauseated. He doesn’t hate it though, sliding the toy in and out of himself.

Rick uses his free hand to stroke himself. He tries to do it in tandem with the toy, but it’s too hard. He pushes the toy all the way in and focuses on the feeling of it. He cums suddenly, releasing his load onto the purple comforter. He mentally kicks himself as he gets cleaned up. He strips the bed, throwing the comforter into the wash, unsure of how he’s going to explain to Lori why it needed to be washed. He goes to the bathroom to clean his toy and take a shower. Now he’s even more conflicted. He was always pretty sure he was straight, but these past few weeks have opened his eyes. He’s definitely still attracted to his wife and he finds women attractive, but the idea of a man fucking him is exciting. And he doesn’t mind sucking cock, honestly. What does that make him? Not gay, but not fully straight either. He tries not to think about it too hard as he finishes up his shower. He stashes his toy just as the washer dings. He throws the comforter in the dryer. He thinks about whether he finds men attractive. As a human, he can objectively state if a person is good looking, but attraction? He’s never really thought about it. The first person to pop into his head is Shane. His thick dark hair, deep brown eyes, and toned body are all super attractive. He remembers seeing Shane make out with a girl at a bar and thinking, “Of course she went for Shane.” His charisma is the most attractive of all his features.

Rick sits on the couch and watches TV while waiting for the dryer to finish. Once it’s done, he makes up the bed and gets into it, feeling overwhelmed and exhausted. One thing’s for sure, he can’t wait to be fucked by a real man.

+

Rick goes to Love’s the following night. He goes in and immediately heads to the men’s side. He finds an empty booth and locks the door behind him. This time, he’s not timid as he strips and gets on his knees in front of the hole. A cock slides through the hole almost immediately and Rick wraps his mouth around it. The first guy pulls out without finishing and Rick is stroking himself idly, waiting for someone else.

Another one slides through the hole. This one is thick and a decent length. It feels velvety as Rick slides his mouth around it. He hears the guy moan on the other side, encouraging him to continue. Rick reaches for a couple of the packets of lube next to him. While continuing to suck, he rips them open, spreading it on his fingers. He starts to play with his hole, pushing his fingers in. He’s getting increasingly excited at the idea of being fucked, he can’t stand it anymore. The guy pulls away as Rick stops sucking, focusing on prepping himself. Rick grabs one of the condoms and puts it through the hole as an offering. Someone takes it, so Rick stands up and turns around, pressing his ass against the hole.

Rick’s heart is pounding in his ears as he waits anxiously. The guy finally presses the head of his cock into Rick’s hole. This is it, Rick thinks. He slowly slides all the way in, causing Rick to moan. It is awkward with the wall between them. He wishes that he could grab his hips. But he’s doing a decent job, thrusting into Rick slowly until he gets a rhythm. Rick starts to push back against the wall, wanting it harder. The guy gets the hint, knocking loudly into the wall with the force of his thrusts. Rick hears the guy groan, his thrusts slowing as he finishes. He pulls out of Rick slowly and Rick takes that as a sign to finish up. He thinks about how he’d go about getting one on one time with a guy, maybe going to a hotel for privacy where he can be fucked for real. He realizes that he’s swallowed cum and been fucked in the ass, but he’s never kissed a guy. The thought intrigues him, jerking himself faster. He imagines himself in the arms of a man, kissing and touching each other softly. He’s coming up with plans on how to make this a reality when he finally cums.

Rick gets dressed and leaves, knowing that he’s been there long enough. Lori will be wondering where he is. He needs to pace himself and figure out what he actually wants.

+

Two days later, he’s sitting in his cruiser with Shane on a lunch break. They had been chatting about random things; calls they had taken earlier, how Rick’s family is doing, and weekend plans. Shane finishes talking about cleaning out his garage then falls into silence as he drinks his soda. Meanwhile, Rick has been contemplating if he wants to tell his best friend what he’s been doing. He has no one else to tell. Shane raises an eyebrow, watching Rick’s internal struggle.

“S’going on, man?”

“I actually…I’ve been going to Love’s Tavern,” Rick admits.

“Really? What you been doing there?”

“Um, I got a blow job the first time, and the girl, like, turned around and just stuck it in…” Rick admits quietly. Shane is hanging on his every word.

“Dude, how many times have you been there? Does Lori know?”

“No! No, she doesn’t,” Rick replies, the guilt thick in his tone. “I’ve only been like five times.”

“You fuck each time or just get blown?” Shane asks slyly.

“Uh, well-” Rick is about to admit what he’s really been doing the last two times, but Shane interrupts him.

“Cause I was there the other day. That place is crazy. You notice it’s mostly dudes?”

“Yeah, I-”

“Y’know, I kinda like that it’s separated like that. It does take away the anonymity a little. Like part of the point is getting your dick sucked by someone random and it might be a guy, but if you go to the men’s side, you know it’s gonna be a guy,” Shane rambles on. “Honestly, I don’t mind it.”

“Wait, you were on the men’s side? And thought you had a thing about seeing the person blowing you?” Rick asks, turning to look at his friend. Shane shrugs.

“I thought about it and I actually haven’t even had the experience so I thought I might as well. Anyway, I went to the girl’s side, but there was literally no one. I even waited for like fifteen minutes and got bored, so I decided to wander over to the action.”

Rick stares at Shane, realizing what this means.

“This guy walked away and so I was able to just slide in, y’know, and I mean, I’m not gay but a mouth is a mouth. And then!” Rick jumps from Shane’s exclamation, earning a smack on his chest from his friend. “He stopped sucking, so I pulled away, right, and then a second later he’s offering a condom through the hole. And like of course I’m gonna take it, I look down and his ass is just there…”

Shane stops, seeing Rick’s wide eyed expression. He mistakes it for judgment. “I fucked him…”

“What..what day were you there?” Rick asks, terrified of the answer.

“Saturday night, why?”

“About 9 o’clock?”

“Rick, why?”

“First hole on the left?”

Shane doesn’t answer because Rick already knows the answer. They just stare at each other. Rick begins to explain how he started going to Love’s and how it brought up conflicting feelings. He even forced himself to tell Shane about the guys he blew. He pours his heart out and lets out a shaky breath when he finishes, happy to finally have it off his chest. They sit in silence for what feels like five minutes. Rick is nearly in tears over his confession as Shane just looks at him blankly.

“You suck dick really well,” Is all Shane says. Rick groans and sighs. Of course Shane deflects with humor.

“Shane, I’m…I’m really struggling with this,”

“So, you tellin’ me you’re gay?”

“No! I just mean, I figured out I’m attracted to men too. I still like women.”

“So…you’re bi?”

“What does that even mean?”

“God, you’re stupid. It means you like both.”

“I guess. Are you?”

“Am I what?”

“Bi, or whatever you said,”

“Like I said, a mouth’s a mouth. A hole’s a hole.” Shane replies with a grin.

“I’ve been wanting to actually have sex with a guy,” Rick says. Shane snorts.

“I put my dick in your ass, what do you call that?”

Rick rolls his eyes, “I mean, like in a bed. Like kissing and touching and-”

Shane makes a show of checking his watch. “We have thirty minutes.”

“Wait, you wanna…?”

“You’re my friend. I’m gonna help you figure this out,” Shane puts his hand on Rick’s, giving him a meaningful look. “And I’d love to fuck your ass again.”

Rick rolls his eyes again and looks out the window. Shane realizes he went too far.

“I’m sorry, okay? C’mon, baby,” Shane puts his hand on Rick’s neck. Rick turns his head, giving Shane the opportunity to pull him into a kiss. Rick kisses him back immediately, pushing his body into Shane’s space. He’s unsurprised by how good Shane feels. His lips taste sweet from the cola he’d been drinking and he smells good like something woody and manly. He remembers where they are and pulls away.

“We’re at work, we shouldn’t,” Rick states even though there’s plenty of other reasons why they shouldn’t.

“We’re off the clock for the next…27 minutes,” Shane replies. “We can get in the back and make out at least.”

Rick blushes, not making eye contact with Shane. Shane reaches over and cups the other man’s chin.

“Or you can come to my place after work and I’ll touch you there.” Shane’s tone is low and flirtatious.

“Goddammit, Shane,” Rick groans. He’s happy that they parked on a secluded road as he pops open his door and climbs out so he can get in the backseat. “Get back here.”

Shane smiles before joining his friend in the back.