#this is a world rose got got in the mirror world and somehow some way

[oh-my-gordonramsay]

i was created to allow your existence

yet even in deaths you deny mine

[theemporium]

[4k] you made a deal with your boyfriend to do whatever he wanted to celebrate his podium and you were going to do exactly that, even if the rest of the world was determined to get in the way. (smut)

part one

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Much to his dismay, he couldn’t get you alone after he had finished his round in the media pen. 

Lando stumbled into his driver’s room, buzzing and eager to get his hands on you, only to have a team member knock on his door and inform him that Zak wanted to take a massive group photo outside of the garage. 

You shot him a sympathetic look before he left the room. 

Then, when he tried to return, he was being pulled up by different team members and colleagues who wanted to congratulate him on the podium at his home race. 

And just when Lando thought he was in the clear, he was being pulled into conversation by none other than Max Verstappen and Daniel Ricciardo—two boys he usually would’ve been happy to see—and somehow found himself roped into going out and celebrating the night. 

It didn’t take a genius to work out Lando was getting angsty. 

He had been all but pawing at you before you even left the hotel room, his hands on your waist and his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck as you tried to add the finishing touches on your makeup in the bathroom mirror. 

“We could just stay in,” he murmured between soft, open-mouthed kisses he pressed along your neck. “Say fuck it and stay here.”

You raised your brows. “What are you gonna tell Max and Daniel?” 

“Sorry guys, I would rather fuck my pretty girlfriend all night than get piss drunk!” Lando answered with a cheeky grin on his face, lifting his head enough to catch your gaze in the mirror. 

Your cheeks burned. “Asshole.” 

“We made a deal,” he mumbled, and was all but pouting as he flashed his puppy dog eyes. “You are cutting back on your end of the deal.”

“I’m not,” you said and turned in his arms so you were now facing him. “The night is young, who knows what will happen?” 

What could happen was that Lando was about two minutes away from blowing a load in his trousers in public. 

You had shooed him out of the bathroom so you could slip on your dress and heels just before the taxi with the other boys arrived. When you stepped out, clad in heels that made your legs look miles long and a dress that barely covered anything, Lando was fighting for his life to find a way to convince you to stay in the hotel room. 

But his phone rang and the excited voice of Daniel came through the speaker as he announced they were outside and Lando didn’t even get a chance before you were grabbing his hand and dragging him out the room. 

He had been on edge the whole ride to the club, his thigh pressed against yours and the sweet scent of your vanilla perfume driving him mad. He told himself he needed to reel it in, that he just got a podium at his home race, that he deserved to be carefree and celebrate with his friends like everyone else was doing. 

But two sips into the beer in his hand and Lando wanted to be anywhere but the club at that moment. He watched as you made your way towards the bar, leaning over the counter and sticking out that pretty ass of yours as you ordered some fruity cocktail that would probably have him scrunching his nose. 

He watched the way the hem of your dress clung to your upper thighs, the way your lips wrapped around your straw and the way your eyes fell shut as you danced to the beat of whatever song blasting through the speakers. He watched as you smiled and laughed with all of your shared friends, as you threw your arms over Max’s shoulder and laughed at whatever the dutchman had said.

Lando never considered himself a jealous man and he knew there was nothing more to your interactions than platonic nature, but the fact your attention was everyone but him was starting to get to him. 

He was promised to have you all to himself tonight. He was promised free reign and a night of just the two of you, tangled between the hotel room sheets until the sun rose and you would have to rush to the airport for a flight back to Monaco. 

He was supposed to be the only one listening to your laughs or watching you smile. 

He was supposed to be the only one you cared about too.

With his mind made up and his body itching to have you in his vicinity again, he slammed his half-drunk beer down and ignored the joking comment Daniel said to him before he began pushing through a throng of dancing partygoers until he got to you. 

“We gotta go,” Lando said as his arm wound around your waist and pulled you into his front, though his eyes remained on his friend. “We have an early flight in the morning.

Max scoffed. “Boo! You’re no fun!”

“Maybe next time,” Lando smiled, and to anyone else, it may have seemed genuine. But you could see it was slightly strained. 

Your body felt like it was stuck in a trance as you followed Lando out of the bustling club, the chill of the summer night hitting you the second you left the club. You looked at him, taking in the sheer layer of sweat on his skin that made him glow. The way his chest peaked out from the open buttons of his black silk shirt and the chain around his neck. You took in how pretty your boy truly was.

His arm around your waist tightened as he pulled you closer, his other hand working his phone as his thumb tapped away before sliding back into his pocket. 

You raised your hand, your thumb smoothing over the crease between his brows. “What’s wrong?” 

Lando turned his head to look at you, his gaze unamused. “You really gonna play like that?” 

You flashed him an innocent smile. “Like what?” 

His eyes darkened. “Don’t play these games, baby. We had a deal.” 

“We did,” you nodded as you placed your hands on his chest, letting yourself slowly stroke the material of his shirt and play with the buttons as you looked up at him. “The deal still stands.” 

“Does it?” he questioned, his grip on your waist tightening. “Because to me, you were all too eager to get dressed up and head out tonight.” 

You just smiled, leaning up on your tiptoes so your lips were brushing against his. Your voice dropped, the bouncers and other people loitering around the outside of the club not even a second thought as you whispered against his lips. 

“And if I told you I’m not wearing any panties?” 

His hands on your waist tightened its grip, but this time it was almost out of protectiveness. His hands dropped to the hem of your dress, pulling it further down your legs like it would help the fact you were wearing nothing underneath. 

“Baby,” Lando groaned, his hands firmly planted on your ass to stop your dress from riding up. 

“I wanted to be ready for you,” you murmured with your red painted lips pouting. “I said anything you want, Lando, that included any time and any place.” 

You were goading him. You knew it. He knew it. Everyone and their fucking nan knew it but it didn’t stop you from doing so. 

He let out a string of curse words muttered under his breath before slamming his lips against yours. He probably should’ve cared that there were people around, that anyone could record you both or take a photo and have it plastered on tomorrow’s paper. He probably should’ve waited until you were back in your hotel room. 

But he had waited long enough and he didn’t have the patience to wait a second longer. 

You let out a whiny noise from the back of your throat when he pulled away, your cheeks flushed and your lipstick smudged as you tried to pull him back down to you but a squeeze of your ass warned you to stop. 

“Get in the car,” he grunted, his voice raspy and a little gruff and he pretended not to notice the way your thighs clenched in response. 

He stood directly behind you as you clambered into the back of the car, his eyes fixated on your ass before he followed suit. The driver gave them a polite smile and nod of his head before he turned the radio up, confirming the hotel before he pulled away from the side of the street. 

You looked towards your boyfriend, still a little dazed as you reached over to wipe away the red lipstick smudged across his lips but his hand on your wrist stopped you. 

“Lando,” you murmured quietly as his hand moved down your arm, down your side until you shivered against him. 

“No bra either,” he mused, a muscle in his jaw jumping as he moved his hand down until it rested on your bare thigh. “You said anything.” 

“I did,” you murmured. 

His eyes found yours. “Did you really mean it?” 

You nodded. 

“Anything I want?” he asked one more time because you both knew if you said the word, he would stop. But you didn’t want him to stop. Not at all. 

“Anything,” you breathed out.

“Stay quiet for me, baby.”

Your bottom lip was tucked between your teeth as you felt his hand slide under the hem of your dress. Your eyes widened as you glanced at your boyfriend, questioning if he was really going to do this. But the way his lips twitched upwards into a soft smirk told you more than enough.

You tore your eyes away from him and looked at the front of the car, where the driver was oblivious to what was happening in the back of his car. Some Taylor Swift song was playing on the radio, filling the silence but you were far too lost in the feeling of Lando’s palm cupping your bare cunt to try and remember the title of the song.

“Lando—”

“Shh,” he ducked his head to press a lingering kiss on the crown of your head. “I told you to stay quiet, didn’t I?”

You nodded.

“So be a good girl f’me,” he mumbled as his fingers slowly slid along your slit, a low groaning noise escaping the back of his throat when he felt how wet you were. “Fuck, this all for me?”

You nodded again, not trusting yourself to even try and talk right now.

“You’re a fucking tease, baby,” he grumbled as his finger lightly caressed your needy cunt, brushing against your clit with the lightest of touches that made you bite back your own whimpers. He pressed his thumb against your clit, rubbing slow circles until you felt like every nerve in your body was going to explode. “Gonna give you a taste of your own medicine.” 

You could have cried when he finally slid one finger inside you but it wasn’t enough, and Lando knew that. He watched in delight as you leaned back against the car seat, eager and desperate eyes glaring into the side of his face as he looked down at your lap, as though he was able to watch the way your walls squeezed around him as he added another finger. 

Your body was on fire. Every inch of you felt like you had lava coursing through your veins, your stomach coiling and twisting with desire and your heart pounding in your chest as your boyfriend had his way with you in the back of the Uber. You reached out to grip his wrist, your breathing shaky as you flashed him a warning look.

“I can’t,” you whispered, shaking your head as you turned to glance at the driver, but Lando’s fingers dug into your cheeks as he turned you back to him.

“You can and you will,” he muttered, his eyes darkening in desire as he watched you fight the urge to moan his name. His voice dropped, so low that you barely heard him over the radio. “You said whatever I want, baby. This is what I want. C’mon, make a mess for me.” 

Your face was pressed against his shoulder as you came, your teeth digging into his shoulder as he only chuckled in your ear. Your legs were shaking, your body was shaking and your brain could barely string a coherent sentence together, let alone even care at the fact the poor driver just had his backseat vandialised. 

You were panting softly as you finally lifted your head, a whimpering noise leaving your lips as Lando pulled his fingers out of you and made a point of sliding them into his own mouth. You watched as he licked and sucked the arousal that soaked his fingers.

The little shit even had the audacity to wink at you when your lips parted slightly at the sight.

He leaned down, pressing a chaste kiss on your lips with a grin. “That’s one, baby.”

You didn’t even get a chance to process what he said before the car pulled outside the hotel. Lando thanked the driver (leaving him a hefty tip on top of the payment) and slid out the car, extending his hand to help you out before he wrapped an arm around your waist to keep you on your feet. 

You gripped his shirt in tight fists and the boy’s grin only widened as you headed inside, dipping his head to greet the doorman and any other workers you met along the way to your hotel room.

Your brain still felt a little fuzzy from your orgasm when the hotel room door locked with a click behind you. You felt his hands on your waist, turning your body to face him and you felt your heart stop a little when you saw the smile on his face.

“Have I told you how fucking beautiful you look tonight?” he asked, slow steps guiding you further into the room as he kept his hold on you.

“I don’t think you have, Norris, you’re slacking,” you murmured, letting out a small squeal when he pinched your hip. “There’s still time for you to make up for it.”

He raised his brows. “Is that so?”

You pressed your lips together to hold back your smile.

“Well, as gorgeous as you look,” Lando murmured as he ducked his head down, his eyes never leaving yours. “I can’t wait to take this fucking dress off you. You are wearing far too much for what I wanna do.”

You gulped a little. “And what do you wanna do, Mr Norris?”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it,” he smiled and both of his hands cupped your cheeks before he brought his lips down on yours. “Just need you to sit there and look all pretty for me.”

Lando Norris’ kisses were all-consuming. They were overwhelming and they made your head spin and you didn’t ever want the sensation to stop. He was a good fucking kisser and sometimes that alone could make you feel fuzzy and needy and eager for more. 

However, that was far from the case tonight. 

Lando’s patience lasted all of five minutes before he stayed true to his word, tugging the zipper on the back of your dress and pulling it off your body, only to throw it somewhere else in the room. He didn’t even give you a chance to unclasp your heels before he was nudging you onto the bed, crawling over you and his lips never once leaving your body.

His shirt was long gone but when you tried to unbutton his trousers, he slapped your hands away and muttered for you to keep them on the bed before he began to kiss lower and lower down your body.

Some nights, Lando could have the patience of a saint. And some nights, he just wanted to nuzzle his head between your thighs and never leave.

“Lando!”

His arms were wound around your thighs to keep you locked in place, one hand cupping your tits whilst laid on your stomach. The noises echoing through the room were debauched and scandalous and he had never heard anything so pretty. The way you moaned his name in between strings of curses, accompanied with the sound of his tongue lapping and licking and sucking your needy cunt like he was a starved man.

He never wanted to leave this moment. 

Your thighs squeezed around his ears and he groaned against you, his eyes falling shut as his lips wrapped around your clit. He watched as you arched at the sensation, as you gripped the sheets between your fingers, as you lamely attempted to buck your hips against him only for the hand on your stomach to push you back down.

“Taste so fucking good,” he moaned, his words muffled and mumbled. “This is what I fucking wanted after my race, not some stupid party.”

“Shit,” you cried out, your heels scratching down his back as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten. “Please, please!”

Lando let out a whimper as your fingers tangled between his curls, tugging and pulling as you ground your cunt against his face. His hands squeezed your hips, tight enough that they would probably bruise in the morning but neither of you cared. 

He pinned you down to the bed, one hand pushing your leg closer to your chest and the other keeping your leg locked in place as his tongue eagerly lapped your needy cunt. You were soaking, practically gushing down your thighs and onto the bed but Lando didn’t think he had ever seen a prettier sight.

There was a dull pain with each tug of his hair as you came, a dull pain that went straight down to his cock as he watched you squirm and wiggle underneath him as you screamed his name. He couldn’t get enough of you, the taste of you and the way you feel in his hands with your thighs wrapped around him and—

“Please,” you sobbed, your body shaking as you tried to come down from your high, only to feel Lando eagerly still lapping the mess you made between your legs. “Please, baby, I-I need you inside of me.”

And fuck, if there was one thing he loved more than eating you out until your pretty little head couldn’t handle it, it was seeing you beg for his cock.

“Yeah? Need me to fill you up?” he murmured, his warm breath fanning over your inner thighs as he placed sloppy kisses along your skin, up your stomach and chest until your nose was brushing against his. “Need me to fuck you, baby?”

“Please,” you whined, your hands gripping his biceps like you were scared he was going to pull away again. “Please.”

“Don’t need to cry, baby, gonna give my girl what she wants,” he murmured before leaning down to kiss you. “Plus, we are only on two.”

You frowned a little, opening your mouth to ask him what he meant but a sharp slap against your thigh cut you off.

“On all fours, baby, let me see that pretty ass you have been teasing me with all night,” Lando muttered and you didn’t have the heart to tease him anymore, not when you wanted him inside you so desperately. 

He was so careful when he first slid inside you, letting out a guttural noise as he felt the walls of your cunt clench around his cock as you took him inch by inch. His hands were constantly on you, squeezing and caressing you as he whispered praised reassurances. He waited until he was completely sheathed inside you, his pelvis pressed against your ass and his cock so deep inside you, you could have sworn you felt him in your stomach.

He waited until you were nice and stretched out and ready for him.

And then, it was like a flip had switched inside the boy’s head.

The sound of skin slapping against skin bounced off the walls of the room, the noises leaving your lips were borderline pornographic and Lando wished he could remember every single detail of this night for the rest of his life.

His hands gripped your hips, guiding your hips back into him to match his hard, fast-paced thrusts. His eyes were glued on the way your cunt greedily took his cock, the way he disappeared with each thrust, only to pull out covered in more of your arousal. He wanted the image burned into the back of his eyelids.

“Atta girl,” Lando groaned, the quick slap against your ass followed by the needy whine you let out making his head spin. “Taking my cock so well, like you were fucking made for me.”

“Shit, please,” you moaned, your head fuzzy and your body tired and all you could think about was Lando hitting that spot again and again and again and again. “Lando, please!”

“So fucking desperate,” he laughed, bordering the line of mocking and it shouldn’t have made you clench around his cock, but it did. And it only encouraged him further. “That’s right, all fucking dumb for my cock, right, baby? Just mine.” 

You were too far lost in the pleasure when you came for a third time that night, your arms losing the strength to hold your body up any longer. Your cheek was pressed against the cool sheets, your fingers gripping the fabric as pleasure washed over you like crashing waves. You whined, feeling the bulge of him deep inside you as he thrusted again and again, and you waited for him to spill inside you. 

But he didn’t. 

He kept fucking you.

“L-Lando,” you choked out, your body jerking with each of his thrusts as you pressed your face against the sheets. Your lips parted, a pathetic noise leaving your lips and tears welled along your lash line. “Too much, please, I-I can’t—”

“You can, baby,” he groaned out, his hand reaching out to take one of yours in his. “One more f’me, pretty girl, need to feel you come on my cock one more time.” 

“Lando–”

“Please, baby,” he moaned, his head falling back as your walls clenched around him. 

This time when you came, he followed right behind you. Neither one of you spoke, your bodies covered in a layer of sweat and your chests panting to try and catch your breath. Lando squeezed your hips, leaning down to press an affectionate kiss to your ass cheek before he slowly slid out, watching the mess you both created.

You whined, your body slumping against the mattress and Lando couldn’t help but giggle as he crawled back up the bed, taking your body in his arms as you became a lump of tangled limbs. 

“That’s three and four,” he murmured against your temple and you lifted your head as realisation finally dawned on you.

“You wanted me to come four times,” you commented and he only grinned in response.

“It is my number after all,” he said like it was obvious. “And you’re my girl. It makes sense.”

You snorted. “You’re an idiot.”

“Yeah, but I’m yours,” Lando murmured, watching as your eyes fell shut as you leaned your head against his chest. He lightly shook you. “Hey, pretty girl, need you to stay awake so we can take a shower.”

“We can have one in the morning,” you said, your words muffled as you nuzzled your face further into his chest.

“Yeah, right,” Lando snorted before patting your ass. “C’mon, I’ll wash your hair. And we need to take your makeup off, baby, I wanna see my gremlin.”

“You are so doting,” you deadpanned.

“I just don’t wanna deal with a grumpy girlfriend in the morning—ouch!” Lando hissed, glaring down at you. “Geez, tough crowd, I was joking.”

You lifted your head, flashing him a lazy smile. “Carry me?”

He playfully rolled his eyes. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“I love you too, my podium boy,” you murmured teasingly, leaning up to kiss him and Lando didn’t have it within him to not smile into the kiss.

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[farfromstrange]

Is It Over Now? | Matt Murdock x Reader

Masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader ; (hinted) Frank Castle x Reader ; Elektra Natchios x Matt Murdock

Summary: Matt cheated on you, and you are trying to navigate through it.

Warnings: Angst, no happy ending, break-up, mention of cheating, song references (Taylor Swift), inspired by 'Is It Over Now?', (some) Matt "slander", (somewhat) suicidal thoughts, alcohol consumptions, hint at smut

Word Count: 1.7k

A/n: 1989 TV came out and I am losing my shit. Is It Over Now? Is my new favorite song and I just had a brain fart that made this. You can read this if you're a Swiftie and catch the references or just read it without listening to the song. It works either way.

It wasn’t supposed to end like this.

To be fair, there was a time when you thought it would never end. The thought of ever having a last kiss with him would have killed you back then. 

He told you that you were the love of his life. You believed him. He was yours, certainly. You can’t deny that.

You were happy, you laughed and cried together, and part of you figured that if you ever broke up, you would find a way to work through it somehow. 

Maybe in another universe, you are still together. Maybe in another universe, you two are still friends. Maybe in another universe, you never had to lose each other.

In this reality though—in this brutal, unforgivable reality—everything changed in a matter of a day. And there is nothing you can do about it now.

Your flower was withering in secret, and you didn’t realize what it was doing to you. Every time you woke up alone, every canceled date, every time he called you and told you he wouldn’t make it home tonight, it was sure to build up to this. 

But this, whatever the hell this is, it hurts beyond compare. 

He said you were a rose, but now that you look in the mirror, you only see a rotten mess.

The past few months have done this to you. He has done this to you. The paper airplanes crashed and burned. There is nothing left but pure bitterness and this hatred you have toward yourself and him; you just want to land your fist in his face, and then maybe your own because how could he hurt you like that after making you love him so very much? 

You loved him so much, but now you doubt he ever loved you back. 

Date after date, coffee after coffee, nights spent together on his couch and in his bed, sharing laughter, sharing tears, it all feels like a hoax now. 

You held him when he was unconscious, stitched him up and told him he was going to be okay. Where was he when you were bleeding out from your own battles? You wonder.

His smile used to be your safe haven, the epitome of innocence and strength, but now it only makes you angry. It makes you resent him. You shouldn’t, you really shouldn’t, but you still do.

So much has changed, and all it took was one day. 

One day. 

Three hundred days, all wasted in one. 

If you think about it, you spent almost an entire year attached to each other’s side. You moved in together. You kissed, you had sex, you shared secrets you wouldn’t have told anyone else. You helped him hide away from the world, from his enemies, made the world go quiet, and comforted him while he cried. You waited up, you worried, and you almost lost him more times than you can count, and you still stayed.

When no one else would take a chance on him, when he felt everyone was against him and going to leave him, you acted as his rock. You stayed.

You thought he was the one. 

And then it just… ended. 

You gave him the benefit of the doubt when you found her in his dress shirt on his leather couch. The very same couch you two often shared passionate nights on, but at the same time it used to be a symbol of so much more than that.

You let him explain. He explained that she got seriously hurt after showing up out of nowhere, and he just wanted to help without putting you at risk. You believed him because that is the kind of man he was in your head. He was going through some things, things you couldn’t possibly understand, and she was the connection. You tried to understand. In the process of understanding him though, you lost yourself. 

That is something you will never forgive him for. Making you care, making you love him, and unintentionally making you give up on yourself while he continued to break your heart.

You never wanted this to end, never wanted him to go, but in the end, it was the only way. Sticking around wasn’t an option anymore, you have to remind yourself.

He did the one thing he promised he would never do. He broke your heart and your trust into a million pieces that you are now left to pick up on your own. 

You didn’t want to see it before. You were too in love to open your eyes.

He wouldn’t do such a thing, right? You remember repeating that to yourself, to your friends, to Foggy and Karen, but Karen saw him with her, too, and she gave you little hope.

Still, you believed in him. You believed in his morale and his faith. You had faith in him, not even in God but in him and the man he pretended to be—and somehow, he still picked up the knife when you weren’t looking and buried it in your back. 

There were so many signs, but you were blind. So many flashing lights. Red flags. Screaming voices in the back of your head begging you to think. You were in a forest full of trees, yet you saw nothing.

When you came home to find his lips on hers, that’s when you knew. Too little, too late.

He called your name. He told you, “This isn’t what it looks like!” But you lost count of the times he used the same line in relation to her.

To anything, really. He always knew how to talk his way out of something when you were together, although back then, it was mostly harmless.

“I trusted you,” you remember saying. You couldn’t even cry. “And you turned right back around and fucked her!”

“It was just a kiss,” he argued. 

“Are you sure about that? ‘Cause if I ask Elektra, I’m sure she will tell me the truth.”

“No,” Matt was adamant because he could hear your heart breaking.

The way you spoke to him was so eerily quiet. That was how he knew he lost you, and he tried to fix it with nothing but his hands. 

But that is not how you fix a broken vase. That’s how you make it worse and hurt yourself in the process.

You remember him opening his mouth, having the audacity to apologize. “I’m sorry,” he said. 

“No. Fuck you, Matt!”

You tore the necklace with his initial off your neck and tossed it at his feet. You couldn’t even look at it. You wonder what happened to it after he picked it up. 

“I trusted you. I gave you the benefit of the doubt. I was there when no one else was, and this is how you repay me?” you said.

You should have never let him fool you.

At least you had the decency to keep your lonely nights to yourself.

“Sweetheart, please,” Matt tried to beg again. 

You wouldn’t let him. Thank God you were strong enough to withstand the tears in his eyes. 

“You’re a fucking traitor, Matthew Murdock,” was one of the last things you said to him. “I wish we’d never met.”

Three hundred days. You fell in love. You finally knew what love felt like, and then…then he turned around and fucked it all up. 

“We’re done.”

Some days, you still regret it, but if it was so easy for him to toss all this time together down the drain, he probably wasn’t worth it. 

But God, you were so in love. 

Sweet nothings whispered in your ear are gone now. You’re all alone in your bed. No one to cuddle, no one to touch. It has been a while since you heard someone say, “I love you,” and mean it. You felt loved until you didn’t. Until the life he led ate him up. 

Instead of talking, instead of fighting with you, he drove you into a tree. A car that didn’t need sight, and still he crashed. It was winter then, the snow painted red by the blood of your broken heart. Your favorite dress torn up as you tried to escape. He reached for you the same way you reached for him, but you weren’t there. And he wasn’t there when you needed him most.

Part of you feels bad. You could have worked through this if he hadn’t kissed her. Or maybe you wouldn’t have. In the end, it killed you. It killed him. 

You killed each other. 

Though there are still days when you think about jumping off of very high somethings just to get his attention. Just for him to see you. To come to rescue you. It is a hurtful and selfish thought. Yet, you can’t help it. 

He was your first true love. 

Your mind keeps repeating the same sentence: It wasn’t supposed to end like this. 

“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me,” he told you once. 

He searched for something greater in the bed of someone he loved before. You weren’t his first love. You should have known he would say that and not mean it.

But when exactly did you go wrong?

Was it over when he stopped coming home at night? Was it over when he forgot your anniversary? Was it over when he canceled your birthday dinner? Or was it over when he shoved his throat down his ex-girlfriend’s throat in front of you and acted as if it didn’t matter? Was it over then?

“Another one for the lady,” a voice pipes up beside you. 

Your empty glass of tequila disappears, now replaced by a full one. In your drunken haze, you see a head of brown hair, and his smirk makes you wonder if there’s more to him than he lets on. 

“Thank you,” you murmur, tipping your glass to the stranger. 

“Nah, don’t thank me.” He sits down next to you. “You look miserable.”

“What if I am?”

“I’d tell you I know the feeling.”

You huff but offer the stranger your hand with a mention of your name.

He smiles. Your name rolls off his tongue effortlessly. “Frank,” he introduces himself in return. “Castle.”

“Nice to meet you,” you say. 

Broken people make bad decisions, but whether it was over when he took her right there on his couch, or it was over when you told him it was doesn’t matter. 

It is over now, and all you want to do is forget. 

You need to forget Matt Murdock. 

And if this stranger called Frank needs to unbutton your blouse to help you do so, you will gladly follow him home. 

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[hanafubukki]

I Suddenly Became the Mother of the Red-Rose Tyrant?!

Summary: Well, fuck, somehow you isekaied and became the mother of Riddle Rosehearts

Characters: Riddle Roshearts, Reader, & Clover Family.

Notes: I have been reading way too many isekai Manhwas/Mangas. Not only that, but I saw a fanart of little Riddle and his mom and was inspired right away. This is a long fic, it’s been awhile since I wrote something so long so I am proud. 💕🥰💜

·      When you had opened your eyes one day, you had woken up in a bedroom that definitely wasn’t yours.

·      The room was…meticulous, and that was putting it lightly.

·      Even your bed, while comfy, had a feeling of order to it; daring anyone to mess it up.

·      You should probably be more anxious over your new surroundings but waking up well rested in a while just mellowed you out.

·      That is until you got up and looked at a mirror, finally seeing the truth of the matter.

·      Well, fuck, you really did isekai to another world.

·      Maybe reading all those manhwas and mangas were not a good idea.

·      You glance at the mirror one more time and this time your appearance caught and held your attention.

·      You reached up and pulled at your…bangs.

·      They looked to form two heart shapes.

·      It was kind of cute.

·      The person whose body you had, well, she looked tired and stressed.

·      Lady, you need to relax once in a blue moon.

·      Wait…a minute, no, no, no. Heart shaped bangs? The only character you knew that had heart shaped bangs were...

·      “Mother?”

·      You turned around and right at your door, dressed prim and proper, was a tiny Riddle Rosehearts.

·      Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

·      You were isekaid into Mrs. Rosehearts.

·      After you had gotten your bearings, you had told Riddle to go study and you would prepare him food. He had simply nodded and did as you asked. No protest against studying so early in the morning or any mention of hunger. You knew his past, of course you did, but seeing it firsthand was another experience all together. Seeing his response to the request you made? It burdened your heart even more.

·      As you made his breakfast, you had some time to yourself which you used to sort out your situation and feelings. Your memories before coming to Twisted Wonderland were still intact; you just didn’t remember how you ended up in this world, let alone in Mrs. Rosehearts body.

·      Of whom, her memories you had full access to as well. it was as if you lived two lives together. If it wasn’t for little Riddle in the next room, you would be tearing your hair out because, of course, you would be in this situation.

·      Looking through her memories, you can see why Mrs. Rosehearts had turned out the way she did. Generational trauma and unrealistic expectations seemed to run in the family. Which in turn led to her actions towards Riddle, and of which, led to Mr. Rosehearts walking out of their lives. He didn’t even fight for custody of his own child, the influence of Mrs. Rosehearts being too great.

·      Generation trauma that you could have prevented from continuing, Mrs. Rosehearts, but now it’s up to me.

·      You ended up taking a tray of food to little Riddle, with enough food that a child his age would eat and then some. At least with these memories retained, you also knew everything Mrs. Rosehearts did, and unlike the MC in Twisted Wonderland, you also had her powers as well. Which, given the game’s events, would come in handy in the future.

·      Right now though, as you opened the door to the study, you would do your best to raise your son right and well-loved.

·      One of the first changes you made was decreasing his study time and allowing him the chance to play.

·      It didn’t go as well as you expected…Riddle had frozen and started shaking to your horror. Mumbling about doing better and how he could handle extra studies if you wished it of him. You had a feeling that he thought it was to test him and his dedication.

·      You had to calm him down and prove otherwise.

·      Giving him a dedicated set time to study, and just as much time to play. You would even join him. Drawing with him, putting together puzzles, and even playing in the backyard. You had even gone out and bought him a ball that you two threw at each other.

·      What warmed your heart the most was when you baked him a strawberry tart and gave it to him with a warm glass of milk. Your tart wasn’t the best with the crust crumbling, and you should have probably let it cool a bit more, but the shining eyes and wide smile from Riddle was more than worth it.

·      You patted him on the head as he scooped another piece into his mouth.

·      You loved your son.

·      The next step in providing a healthy lifestyle for Riddle was making sure he had friends.

·      Which meant, you had to repair the relationship Riddle had with Trey and Che’nya.

·      It wasn’t easy, especially having to muster up the courage to look into Trey’s parents’ eyes and apologize for actions you did not commit.

·      But you were determined to give Riddle a good childhood and that meant him having friends his age and hopefully lowering his chances of overblotting in the future.

·      Riddle was quiet on the day you both went to the Clover’s bakery.

·      But you took a deep breath and patted him on the head.

·      “Everything will be alright, sweetheart.”

·      Riddle didn’t say anything and just nodded.

·      You had chosen to meet Trey’s parents at closing time, and you had given them a call ahead of time.

·      When you met them, you could tell they were nervous and bracing themselves.

·      Little Trey looked ready for a fight.

·      You had to hold your smile in.

·      You ended up bowing to them and apologizing, which you could tell freaked them all out.

·      Riddle was surprised and grasped at your dress, worried.

·      “I am very sorry for the way I treated you all before. I know my words might not make up for my past actions, but I do hope you will forgive me in time.”

·      Mr. and Mrs. Clover looked at each other before tentatively accepting your apology.

·      “Mrs. Rosehearts, might we ask why the sudden change.”

·      It was Mrs. Clover who had spoken up.

·      You smiled and put a hand on your son’s head.

·      “I have been trying to raise Riddle the only way I knew how. I had let my past and expectations I have lived through blind me. I realized that was wrong, and I want to change that. I want my son to be happy and loved like he deserves.”

·      The Trey family seemed to relax after hearing your reasoning, but you could tell they were still on guard.

·      You didn’t blame them, but you hope in time, they will trust your words.

·      You crouched down to Riddle’s level, looking at him with a gentle look.

·      “I want to show my little one that adults can be wrong, and they can change. I want to show him that I love him, and I am sorry. I am so, so sorry. I love you and I hope you can forgive me too.”

·      Little Riddle was trembling, and tears were dripping down his face.

·      You opened your arms before he rushed into you with all the force his little body can muster.

·      You hugged him just as tight, holding your own tears in.

·      You got up with Riddle in your arms, rubbing his back as he cried and clutched on you tighter.

·      You bowed your head to the Clover family once again before looking at Trey.

·      “I hope you, you other friend, and Riddle can be good friends.”

·      Trey looked a bit nervous before nodding slowly.

·      You thanked them before returning home.

·      Humming a song to little Riddle and kissing his head.

·      You were determined.

·      You would make sure Riddle Rosehearts grew up loved and happy.

·      And as thoughts of the Twisted Wonderland plot came into mind.

·      You would make sure he was safe.

How did you all like it? Would love to hear your thoughts 💕☺️

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[thehighpriestess1]

August : 6

Summary : Y/n has a feeling that Hiro might be gone for good but she is not going to sit and let it happen. A familiar stranger offers help.

Pairing : Gojo x y/n

Warning : Curse words, major yandere themes. drugging, Minors do not interact, 18+ only, word count : 9k+

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Previous : Masterlist

Honeymoon period of a relationship is the period when two people have just started dating or going out. It is the period when a person sees all the hidden colors of the world, they smile at strangers, feel the breeze in their hair, wake up with a smile, the food seems tastier and somehow life seems better. But I hate the honeymoon period. It sets a person up for some unrealistic expectations of what is to come and once this period ends the greyscale life begins. Now the same person walks with a resting bitch face and rolls their eyes at a crying toddler in the cafe. You see dear reader, while the honeymoon period shows you all the good your partner has to offer, it also hides their dark side. If it was up to me I would do it all in reverse. See the downs first and then the ups, wouldn’t that be more exciting? more rewarding? 

That’s what Utahime thought to herself as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, so what if her relationship started off rocky? Things are going well now.. This was not the first date she had had with Gojo but something felt different. The black Viviene Westwood dress hugged her curves perfectly, what made the dress even more special was that it was sent by Gojo. This was probably the first gift he had ever given her, well second if she counted the diamond earrings he sent along with the dress, and third if she counted the red roses. She ran her hands down her sides and bit her lip. He had good taste. She blushed thinking how well he knew her measurements even though he had never touched her. She was beyond impressed but she knew better. Her smile faded thinking about all the failed dates of the past, the lunches where he ignored her if he showed up at all, the movie where they bumped into you, the dinner four days ago where he stood her up..again. Though she hadn’t seen much of Gojo this week, the invitation to a private dinner was a nice surprise. Utahime loved surprises.

As she walked towards the private seating area of the most high end restaurant in the city she decided to put the past where the past belonged and focus on the date. Water under the bridge. The doors opened to reveal Gojo, in a black velvet suit standing by the table, smiling at her. She let out a shaky breath. The room was dimly lit, a walkway made of rose petals led her to the table under the chandelier where her fiance stood. She hesitantly walked towards him, her diamond earring formed kaleidoscope shapes on his cheeks, blood rushed to her cheeks when she reached the end of the path and finally got a good look at Gojo. She didn’t think it was possible for any human to look this good. It should be really a sin to look this perfect. His hair that usually fell on his forehead was neatly set aside. His features looked sharp enough to cut her but what a bliss it would be to bleed that way. 

“You look beautiful”. Utahime was snapped out of her trance. “Thank You. You..you look good too”. Gojo smiled and pulled her chair back. 

“I’m glad the dress fits”. Gojo spoke as he settled down in his chair across from her. 

“You have good taste”. She said looking down. She was happy. Too happy, and it scared her.

“Do you like it?”. Gojo asked, reaching for her hand. He felt how she shivered under his touch and it satisfied him greatly.

“I do”. Utahime was set on not letting out more than intended. As advised, she was keeping her replies short. She had every right to be upset with him but the way he was holding her hand made her heart skip a beat.

“I’m sorry Iori”. Sweet words in a sweet voice paired with a sweet smile had Utahime flinching in her seat. “For…for what?”. She stuttered.

“For everything. I know I wasn’t..kind to you. I should have been but I was not. I lived in the past and blamed you for everything when you were just trying to help me. But now I realise how wrong I was. You are my present and my future and I am willing to make it up to you if you give me another chance”.

Utahime was at a loss for words. This was beyond what she had imagined. Was this another one of his elaborate plans? Was he toying with her?

“I know it is hard for you to trust me and I deserve it. But I promise you I will earn your trust back”. Gojo brought her hand to his lips and gently pecked her knuckles. This one gesture brought tears in her eyes. “Do you…do you really mean it?”. She asked in a shaky voice.

“I do”. Gojo nodded and let go of her hand. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a velvet box. “I know we are officially engaged but I never really got to propose to you”. 

Gojo opened the box and pulled out the ring. “Utahime Iori, would you do me the honour of marrying me and making me the happiest man?”. 

This had to be a dream. Utahime bit the inside of her cheeks to come to her senses. Was Gojo proposing to her? Did her plan work? She looked at the shiny rock and drew in a sharp breath. It was no ordinary ring, it was the Gojo family ring. The one she was supposed to get on their wedding, instead it was right in front of her.

“Satoru..I..”.

“I know this might seem unnatural. But after last week I have finally realised what really matters, and it’s you. It’s us. Our family that we have now and the one we will have in future..I understand if you are not ready-”.

“Yes!”. Utahime exclaimed just as Gojo was about to pull back. Gojo smiled to himself as he pulled her old ring out and slid in the new one. “It fits”. She said, smiling with teary eyes. 

“Of course it does. It was meant for you Iori”. Gojo leaned over and wiped the tear off of her cheeks and pressed a soft kiss on her forehead. Utahime thought this must be a dream. It was too good to be true. But it was happening. Her plan had worked perfectly. 

Over the five course meal and a bottle of Cabernet Utahime fell for Gojo all over again. They laughed and talked. He flirted and she blushed. He held her hand and she played with his fingers. He lent her his jacket and she basked in his scent. He kissed her lips and she knew there was nothing she wanted more.

-X-

Utahime woke up in the middle of the night and sighed. This had become a routine, each night when she was sure Gojo was fast asleep she would sneak out to conspire. She rubbed her temple thinking whether all of it was a dream? She brought her other hand up and stared at the new ring and smiled to herself. It was not a dream. It really happened. If the glistening rock wasn’t enough, the heavy hand that rested over her waist confirmed the reality. She placed a chaste kiss on her fiance’s lips before slipping out of bed.

Grabbing her phone from the nightstand she made her way towards the ensuite. Turning behind to confirm that Gojo was indeed asleep she stepped inside the bathroom and locked the door behind her.

Utahime : The plan worked!

N : What? It’s too soon.

Utahime : But it did! He proposed! Again! I said yes! He even  apologised for everything and it was perfect!

N : Are you sure this is not one of his ticks?

Utahime : I am. That wretched woman is finally out of his life! I should have done this long ago.

N : Is she? Has he fired her? 

Utahime : I would ask him later. He said he wants to earn my trust so I am sure she would do it. Guess he finally realised that she had nothing to offer him and now that he thinks she is with another man and carrying his child there is no way he wants her now.

N : Hmm. Maybe. But be careful. Meet me tomorrow evening. Same place same time

Utahime felt guilty. Something about talking to another man while her fiance slept felt wrong..it felt sinful. But she justified it by thinking about the times he left her alone. But this was bigger than that. She wasn’t just talking to any man. She let out a sigh and stood up to wash her face. She had wished for this for the longest time and now that she had it, she didn’t know what to do. As soon as she opened the door she found her fiance standing on the other side of the door. “Are you okay?”. Gojo asked with concern.

Utahime : OK.

Utahime : Can we just get rid of her? I fucking hate her! She pretends to be oh so innocent but I know she's a fucking snake!

N : Calm down. All in good time. We need to be patient.

“Yeah. What are you doing?”.

“I didn’t find you in bed so I got worried”.

“I’m fine, let's go to bed”. 

Utahime Iori was in such a rush to hide her phone as she made way around Gojo,getting in the bed that she failed to notice that his phone screen lit up too.As Utahime closed her eyes in the arms of the one she loved she smiled to herself. His warm embrace took her to a dreamland she had never visited before. With her back pressed against his chest she fell asleep with a smile on her face and she didn’t notice the haunted expression on his face. She didn’t see the anger in his eyes. She felt the warmth of his body but failed to feel the tension it held. While she buried the hatchet, Gojo sharpened his’. 

-X-

Gojo saw you in the office the next day and almost smiled but he remembered your conversation on the rooftop and held himself back. Though it was never easy for him to resist reaching out to you, now that he knew everything it was only getting harder for him. So he decided to stay in his office all day..He was plagued by the truth and disgusted by the lies he had to tell to protect you. But as long as it was for you, he would do it all with a smile on his face. 

Hiro’s confession gave spark to an unfamiliar rage. Gojo wanted to play fair. Play clean. But now that the other side had involved you, purposely, he was not afraid to get his hands dirty. 

“Hi”. The door opened and Utahime walked in. 

“To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you?”. Gojo asked with a sweet smile on his face.

“I was thinking about the new resort inauguration in Bali…do you think you could take a week off and maybe we can have a little get away?”. Utahime asked, making her way around the table and carefully sitting in his lap. 

“Hmm…that’s an interesting proposition. But maybe we can work something out”. Gojo winked, making Utahime shriek in happiness. 

“How about we go out tonight? We can start shopping and then dinner maybe?”. Gojo asked, studying her face. Making sure to press the knife deeper into her heart.

Utahime stiffened and got up immediately. “Oh. I forgot to tell you, how silly of me. I have to meet an old friend today. She lives in the states and is visiting for a day so I thought I should catch up. I’ll be leaving office early today”. 

“You can call her over for dinner. I would love to meet your friend”. Gojo asked, relishing in her embarrassment.

“No no. She is..very reserved so I am not sure. Maybe later?”.

“Sure. Just be back home soon and let me know if you need anything else”.

“Thanks”. Utahime hurriedly pecked his lips and walked out. 

-X-

Your anxiety was growing with each passing second. You had tried to focus on work but your mind kept rushing back to the same thought. Where was Hiro? Until two days ago your messages were getting delivered but not anymore. You had tried calling but his phone was turned off. You had tried reaching out to his friends but none of them had heard from him. Making a police complaint did cross your mind but then you realised that he had taken a leave and you can’t file a complaint based on your intuition. You thought of asking Geto but for that you will have to ask Gojo and after your last conversation with him you weren’t sure how to approach him.

“Hi y/n”. Utahiem chirped as she entered your office.Can she hear your thoughts about Gojo? You stood up immediately to greet her. 

“Oh please relax. I just came to chat. How are you doing today? You seem stressed”.

“Yeah. Nothing serious. I’m feeling a bit under the weather today”.

“Oh then I came right on time”. She flashed a pearly white smile which made your stomach churn.

“Is there anything you need?”.

“No. I am getting off work early so you can go early too”. 

“Oh okay. Thank you. I will just finish up this report then”.

“Sure darling take your time”. She said and walked out. You did notice the new ring on her finger. Did they renew their vows? You shook your head and focused on the task at hand.

You were about to walk out of your office when your phone rang. You walked back to your desk and decided to attend it. 

“Hello”.

“Hi Y/n. Mr.Gojo would like to see you in his office”. It was Miwa on the other line and your heart skipped a beat at the request.

“Is it urgent?”. You asked, hoping to get out of it.

“Yes”.

“Okay. I’ll be there”.

You made your way to the other end of the floor and debated whether you should ask Gojo for help. 

“May I come in?”. You asked knocking on the door. 

“Yes”.

You entered the cold room and saw Gojo standing behind his desk,littered with papers, with papers in his hand. His hair was slightly dishevelled, white sleeves rolled up to his elbow, tie hanging loosely around his neck. It looked like he was in the middle of something important and this only piqued your curiosity.

“You wanted to see me?”.

“Yes. I need your help with an upcoming trip to Bali”. 

“Utahime didn’t tell me anything about it”.

“That’s because it’s a surprise for her. I want to take her to Bali for important work and I need help from you to arrange everything for her. Can you do that?”. He wasn’t looking at you, instead shifting his gaze from one paper to another. It hurt but this is what you asked from him. 

“I’ll try. What do I need to do?”.

“For starters, you need to get your travelling documents in order because I need you to travel with us”.

“I can’t do that”. You replied immediately. 

Gojo finally looked up at you. He studied your face for a few seconds before turning his attention back to his papers. “Don’t worry all costs will be covered and you'll get overtime pay”.

It was offensive the way he was treating you. But that’s how he would have treated any other employee and this is what you asked for. Maybe you should have been careful of what you ask for, as you might just get it. A part of you wanted him to sympathise with you but you knew he was under no obligation to do so.

“It’s not that..I can’t. I just can’t”.

“You are mandated by your contract to fulfil your work obligations and this is your work obligation so I don’t see a reason why you can’t come with us.But given the circumstances I am still leaving it up to you. Think about it”.

You mentally cursed yourself. You had used up all your leaves for this quarter and can’t back out of it now. But if he was so insistent on bringing you along then maybe just  maybe you can call a favour too.

“Is there anything else?”.

“I have emailed you the list of other things so you can take a look at it. Oh and”. He looked up at you with his mouth agape. “Don’t tell Iori about this. It’s a surprise”. He ended the request with a smile and you found yourself reciprocating it. But yours was laced with jealousy and hatred.

“Okay”

“You can go now and let me know your decision by tomorrow morning”. Gojo said. Keeping down the stack of papers and pulling out another file. You stood there searching for words, fidgeting with your hands and Gojo noticed it. “Is there anything you want?”. He asked, corking and eyebrow. 

“I…I need…I need..”.

“What do you need y/n? I don’t have all day”.

“I need Detective Geto’s number”. You blurted out. 

Gojo stared at your concerned face for a second and then let out a chuckle. “And why do you need that?’.

“I think..I think Hiro has gone missing and I need his help”. 

Gojo bit his bottom lip and drew in a deep breath. He knew he had to be careful with his words. “Hasn’t he taken an extended leave for personal reasons?”. Gojo asked, leaning back in his chair. He studied your face and it angered him how much you cared about that scum.

“I know. But I have tried reaching out to him but his phone has been off for days and I even contacted his friends to know his whereabouts but they haven’t seen him at all! I have a feeling that something has happened to him. Something bad!”. 

“You really care about him don’t you?”. Gojo asked, eyes focused on your teary ones. 

“Yes Mr.Gojo. He is my…only… friend. I wouldn’t be asking this if I wasn’t sure. I’ll do anything …I’ll come on the trip and I’ll do a perfect job but I really need Geto’s help!”. You sounded desperate. You knew you sounded desperate but you didn’t care. Not when your gut was telling you your best friend was in danger. Gojo’s skin was burning with anger but his heart skipped a beat looking at how much you cared about people close to you. He let out a sigh and nodded his head. 

“Fine then. I’ll ask him to contact you”.

“Thank you. Thank you so much!”. You meant it. You were relieved and almost on the verge of tears. As you were about  to leave, Gojo spoke up. “Don’t forget. You owe me one now”. Your mouth hung open. Was he really going to use your helplessness as a way of getting something? Of course he was. He is Gojo Satoru. 

“I know”. You replied with a nod. 

Before you could walk out of the office the door opened to reveal the man of interest standing. Looking from you to Gojo and flashing a smile to his best friend. 

“I hope I’m not interrupting something. Hello Y/n”. Geto said as he made his way to where you were standing. 

“Hello Geto”. You replied and looked at Gojo. Geto took his place on the chair and stared at his friend who was still staring at you. “What’s happening?”. He asked. Before you could reply, Gojo straightened in his chair and cleared his throat. 

“Y/n wants to talk to you”. He said, giving a pressed smile.

Geto frowned and pointed his index finger at himself and looked at you. “Me?”. 

You pressed your lips together and nodded. “Go ahead y/n. Tell him what you told me”. Gojo said, giving you a green signal. You walked over to where Geto was sitting and stood in front of him with your arms clasped in front of you.

“It's about my friend. His name is Kato Hiro and I think he has gone missing”. 

Geto opened his mouth to say something but closed it and turned his head towards his friend on the other side of the table. Gojo nodded his head but kept his eyes focused on the report in front of him. Geto maintained his pleasant expression, trying hard to not smile. 

“Why do you think that he is missing?”. Geto asked, smiling at you.

“I ..he has taken an extended leave so that’s why he hasn’t shown up for work. But we are neighbours, you see, so I know him really well!  He hasn’t replied to any of my messages or calls and two days ago my messages stopped delivering. I even called his friends back home but they haven’t heard from him or seen him”. 

“When was the last time you saw him?”.

“About ten days ago. He texted me that he was leaving from work early and..wait let me show you”. You reached into your bag and pulled out your phone. “This was the last text he sent me”. You opened the chat and handed your phone to Geto. Gojo too craned his neck to get a peek at your chats with the scum. He scoffed when he saw that you had saved his contact with a heart next to his name. He pouted a little wondering how you saved his contact, if you had saved it at all. 

Hiro : Hey luv leaving work early got some work to do. See you tomorrow <3.

“And you didn’t hear from him after this message?”. 

“No. Things got a little busy and I had to take a leave from work. But it seems that he took a leave the next day. Which is strange”.

“Why is it strange?”.

“Because he didn’t tell me. If he was going somewhere he would have visited me before leaving or dropped a text”.

“Why would he tell you about his plans? What was your relation with him?”. Geto smiled to himself. He was only asking this question to poke his best friend. 

“I..we were..we are really good friends..he would never just disappear on me”. 

“Are you sure about that?”.

“Yes. Hiro would never not tell me about where he was going”.

“Well apparently he did. But anyway I will ask around and let you know if I find something and in the meanwhile if you hear from him then you let me know okay?”. Geto offered you a smile along with his card and you politely took it.  

“Thank You”. You offered both men a courteous smile and walked out of the room. 

“What was that about?”. Geto asked, smirking at Gojo.

“She is being paranoid. That scum deserved what he got”.

“Aww. Are you jealous ,Satoru?”.

“Are you here to mock me or help me?”. 

“Both?”. Geto joked, earning an eye roll from Gojo. “What has he revealed so far? Did you ask him about the child”.Geto asked, lighting a cigarette. 

“He passed out soon after but my men are working on it and no I didn’t ask him about…the child”.

“Why not?”.

“Didn’t want to”.

“Or you couldn’t??”.

“I said, I don’t want to”. Gojo was dead serious and Geto dropped the topic…for now.

Gojo opened his second laptop and walked over to sit next to Geto on the visitor’s couch in his office, he opened the tracking window and entered his password. “Do you think she is going to meet him?”. Gojo asked.

“Based on her chats it seems so”. 

The two men focused on the red dot moving across the map of the city. Thanks to Geto, Gojo had installed a tracker in Utahime’s ring. As if that wasn’t enough he had even installed it in her other jewelleries. But above all he had spyware installed in her brooch and could now hear and record every conversation as long as she had her phone. 

The dot stopped moving near a farmhouse and Geto zoomed in to see the address. Unsurprisingly it was not in friendly territory.

“Turn on the speaker!”. Gojo spoke, not removing his eyes from the screen. Geto nodded and with a click of a few buttons they were able to hear every sound in the room. Gojo knew Utahime had the habit of wearing her favourite red bow brooch whenever she was happy and Gojo made sure she was happy today, and this worked well in his favour as they could now see and hear everything.

“He is waiting for you”. Some man in black uniform spoke and was now leading Utahime through a corridor. The man opened the door and Utahime walked inside. 

“Hello beautiful”. Another man spoke and seemed to offer her a hug. Geto and Gojo looked at each other and smiled. The man came into view of the camera and they knew exactly who he was. 

Any other man on this planet would have been furious to have found his fiance sneaking and meeting another man but not Gojo. Gojo was happy. Gojo got all the proof he needed. Gojo was going to ruin everyone. 

“You know the rules, Iori. Keep your phone out. We can’t talk with your phone in your hand”.

“Do you not trust me?”. Utahime asked. 

“Oh I trust you alright. It’s your fiance I don’t trust”.

Utahime let out a groan and handed her bag and phone to the man who led her here. 

“I must tell you, you were right. The plan worked perfectly”. Utahime said, sitting down. The man sat opposite to her on a plush black leather couch.

“I told you it would. But this does not mean that Gojo is all yours now. You still have a long way to go”.

“I know. But I am sure you will handle the rest. Right?”.

“For you I would”.

“But tell me..what do you gain from helping me get Gojo?”. Utahime asked. Gojoe and Geto sat silently waiting for the answer. 

“You are a smart woman, Utahime Iori. How about this, You get Gojo Satoru and all the four industries that are currently under your name be transferred to an offshore company? Small price to pay for love right?”.

“You want me to transfer the rights of my shipping company to you?”.

“Yes”. 

“I can’t believe she can’t see his plan”. Gojo spoke under his breath. Geto chuckled. “That’s why he is using her. But I must say Satoru, you are quite a commodity”. Gojo glared at his friend and Geto only chuckled. 

“-and of course I get Y/n L/n”. The man spoke. Gojo and Geto froze. Suddenly it seemed like the man was talking directly to them. Geto could feel the tension in Gojo’s body and it scared him. “Hey, he won’t hurt her”. Geto said reassuringly.

“I won’t let him”. Gojo spoke, eyes still focused on the scene in front of him.

“Why do you want her?”. Utahime asked.

“Let’s just say, she interests me and of course she is pretty and has a sharp tongue. Just my type right?”. N laughed.

“Wait, have you met her?”. Utahime leaned forward in her seat and so did Geto and Gojo. Gojo was getting worried now. There is no way in hell he could have met you, he wouldn’t go that far to involve you. Right? Geto seemed to have read his mind.

“Oi Satoru. Don’t worry. My men will keep an eye on her. He won’t dare go near her”.

“He better not-”. Before Gojo could finish his warning the man spoke. “I have. I might meet her again”. He winked at Utahime. Gojo’s eyes widened, his jaw clenched and he was one step away from burning the whole place down. “I want round the clock surveillance on y/n. He cannot go near her. He cannot talk to her”. Geto nodded and patted his shoulder.

Utahime scoffed and turned her head away to look at the painting on the wall. “I don’t get what men see in her”.

“Don’t worry love, you are the only woman I care about”.

“I am engaged”. Utahime spoke, raising her left hand to show off the brand new ring.

“Wedding or it didn’t happen baby”. N said, laughing at her innocence. Utahime rolled her eyes and scoffed. It pinched her that the only man who was giving her all the attention she deserved was also interested in you. But as long as she got Gojo she didn’t care what happened to you.

-X-

You stood under the shower, eyes closed, feeling the water wash over all the events of the day. You were relieved that you got to talk to Geto but still a part of you was worried. You have been checking up on his apartment everyday for the past ten days, hoping that someday he opens the door. A voice in your head said that he was gone for good. But you didn’t want to accept it. You couldn’t imagine losing someone again. You were not sure if this time you’ll be able to bear it at all.

You looked around the kitchen, thinking what to make. You were tired and decided to head to the local ramen booth instead. Grabbing your jacket and purse you stepped out of your house and rang Hiro’s doorbell. You counted to twenty hoping that he would open the door but he didn’t. You sighed and walked out of the building with your head hung low and earphones in. The air was cold outside the apartment building and you shoved your hands in the pocket of your black wool jacket. Sleep on the floor by The Lumineers played in your ear and you looked around to see people smiling with their partners, friends, family…and you had none of those.

Being alone had it’s perks you thought, you can disappear and no one would or come looking for you, your mishaps won’t affect anyone other than you, and if you were to die no one would mourn you. But that was not going to happen to Hiro, you were not going to let it happen to Hiro. Even if he didn’t want to be found, you were at least going to make sure he was safe. As you walked to the booth you wondered if Geto was really working on your request. He had no reason to since you were nothing to him anymore. Asking Gojo for a favour took a bite out of your pride but it didn’t matter now. It was done. 

You greeted the head chef and made your way to the corner most seats.The booth was small with Chef standing on one side of the counter with kitchen entrance behind him and close to ten chairs kept in a semi circle on the other side of the wooden counter.Multiple water jugs,tissue boxes and stacks of paper cups were placed on the counter to be used by the customer.The atmosphere inside was warmer and happier. Like a purgatory in this cold harsh world. You raised two fingers at the chef and he understood that you wanted set number 2. You opened your phone to check if there was any reply from Geto but there was none. You had texted him your address and home number just in case he needed to see you or Hiro’s apartment. But now you were starting to doubt if he was even going to look into it. Why would he? He was Gojo’s best friend. He was going to be his best man at his wedding so why would he help a paranoid ex girlfriend? You chuckled at your stupidity for even asking him. 

“What are the odds of us meeting again?”. You heard a familiar voice and turned to your side to see N.

“If you are stalking me then I must say the odds are very high”. You replied keeping your phone in your pocket.

“Why do you look sad? Is everything okay?”. N asked, placing his order.

“I am fine. What are you doing here? I doubt this is your kind of place”. 

N chuckled. “Oh this is just my kind of place. The food is good and occasionally I bump into a beautiful woman”.

“And what do you do when you bump into her?”.

“I ask her why she looks sad?”. N winked. There was a split second silence before you laughed along with him. He was certainly an odd man but it felt good to laugh. 

“Hey, can I ask you something?”. N asked. The chef placed two bowls of ramen and both you and N offered him a curt smile.

“Sure”. You said, taking chopsticks out of the stand.

“Do you happen to know Kato Hiro? He lived in an apartment nearby”. N asked, slurping the ramen.

It felt like the world stopped revolving around its axis. “How..how do you know him?”. You asked. Your hands shook and sweat trickled down your frowned forehead. 

“He is an old friend of mine. I have been trying to reach him for quite some time but I can’t get through. So you do know him?”.

“Yes! He is a really close friend of mine. I’m sorry but I haven’t heard him mention you at all”.

N laughed and shook his head. “Yeah. That’s my fault. You see, I moved to Tokyo just last month. Hiro and I have been friends for ten years,if you count the last five years where I got so busy in my life that we drifted apart”.

“Oh. I haven’t heard from Hiro either and I don’t know where he is”. Your face dropped in disappointment. 

“I was supposed to meet him a week ago but he didn’t show up. I thought he must be angry with me so I tried calling him multiple times but I lost contact with him after that”.

‘Wait! He was supposed to meet you ten days ago?!”. You asked, almost jumping in your seat

“Yes. Why?”. N replied, nonchalantly.

“That’s the day I think he went missing! This can help us!”. You could see a sliver of hope now. 

“You think he is missing?”. N asked. His brows furrowed and lips pressed together.

“Yes! I mean think about it, he told me he had some work that day and I guess he was on his way to meet you. But he didn’t show up and suddenly he took a leave and now he is out of reach. Doesn’t this seem fishy to you?!”. You asked. N could see that you were clearly very concerned for your friend. Your long forgotten, half empty ramen bowl turned cold.

“I see where you are getting at. But what do we do now? I mean how do we prove that he is missing?”. N asked.

“I have spoken to a detective. Would you be okay with talking to him? He can really help us!”.

N nodded his head and pretended to think about it. “Yeah. I mean, I would do anything to make sure Hiro is safe”. 

You let out a sigh of relief and wiped your face with your hands. “Thank you so much! I have the detective's number. Would you be okay with talking to him? We can go over to my place and you can explain everything to him”. You spoke in a rushed tone. You knew the dangers of taking a stranger to your apartment but somewhere it didn’t compare to danger Hiro might be in.

“Yeah sure. Let me pay for the meal”.

“No, wait”.You reached into your purse and took out your wallet to pay for the meal. “This is the least I could do for you”. You said as you kept enough cash on the counter for the two meals. N looked at you with his mouth hung open. This was the first time anyone, especially a woman, had paid for him. It messed with his head and for a moment he didn’t see you as just a pawn in his game. But he shook it off. This wasn’t the time to get soft.

“Let’s go”. You spoke standing up and grabbing your jacket. He was still frozen and looked at you in disbelief. “You…you paid for me?”.

You looked at him with a tilted head. “I told you it’s the least I could do. I didn’t mean to offend you. I have just been so worried about Hiro and I really believe that you can help me find him. I know it might sound crazy but I have a feeling that he is not in a good place”.

N looked at you and smiled. He kept his wallet back in his pocket and nodded. “You really care about him, don’t you?”.

“As sad as it might sound, he is my only friend..oh and my name is not Rika, it’s y/n”. 

N shouldn’t have felt guilty as he followed you out of the ramen booth but he did. He had never felt guilty for any of his actions then why now? He took a deep breath, convincing himself that he felt sorry for you..not guilty.

You were walking back to your apartment with N when you heard someone call out your name. “Y/n!”. Both you and N turned around to see detective Geto walking towards you. While you smiled at him, Geto was not pleased to see you in such company. “Geto! I was just about to call you”. You looked at your friend,” N this is detective Geto, the one I told you about”. 

Geto squinted his eyes and looked at your friend. “You…told this man about me?”.

“Yes. He is a friend of Hiro’s. He can help us!”.

“Is he now?”. Geto asked, not moving his eyes from N. Geto’s tall form towered over N’s as he moved in between the two of you but he N didn’t seem to care. “Yes I am. We were just about to head over to y/n’s place and call you”. N smiled.

Geto gritted his teeth and looked over at you. You with your doe eyed innocence were just about to  invite the devil into your house. He couldnt believe you could be this stupid.  “We don’t need to go to her place. We can talk right here”. Geto said, offering you a sweet smile.

“In the middle of the road?”. You asked, looking around.

“I meant the park y/n”.

“It’s too cold for the park…detective”. N said.

“I’m in a rush. So why don’t we talk right here. How do you know him y/n?”. Geto turned towards you. 

“I..we met a few days ago at a local pub and we bumped into each other at the ramen booth today”.

“And you told him about Hiro?”. Geto asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“No..I mean yeah I did. But he asked me first. He is Hiro’s friend and he is looking for him too. Right?”. You asked, looking at N. “Yeah”. N replied, lighting a cigarette.

“And how do you know Hiro?”. Geto asked condescendingly. N scoffed, “We are old friends but you see we lost contact with each other”.

“If you lost contact then why are you looking for him?”.

“I moved to tokyo last month and wanted to reconnect with him and-”.

“They were supposed to meet the day Hiro disappeared”. You interrupted and both men looked at you. “Is that so?”. Geto asked and N smiled. “Yes”.

“Y/n, I’ll drop you home and you..I will have to call you in to take an official statement”. Geto grabbed your wrist and tugged it. 

“I can drop her home detective”. N said, crushing the cigarette butt between the asphalt and his leather shoes. “Do as you’re told. This is not your place”. Geto warned in a hushed tone and pulled you towards him. “I’ll be fine N. Thank you so much for your help”. You said and smiled at him.

“I’ll see you around y/n. Goodnight detective”. N said and walked away. Geto watched him walking away while still holding your wrist. “Ge..Geto?”. You spoke, trying to break him away from the trance-like state. “Hmm?”. He hummed, still looking at the disappearing figure. “You..you didn’t ask his name”. You spoke hesitantly, still trying to figure out what he was thinking. “Oh I know his name”. 

Geto slammed the door of his car. He groaned out in frustration and hit the steering wheel. This was bad. Really bad. He just prevented something catastrophic from happening but what if he had been a little late? Just by a couple of minutes? He didn’t want to imagine that. But the situation was no better. Gojo was not going to like this but he needed to know. 

“Hello?”. Gojo answered on the third ring.

“I saw y/n with him”. Geto spoke huffing in frustration.

“With whom?”. Gojo asked. Geto didn’t know how to explain what just happened. “Suguru?”.

“...with Naoya Zenin”.

-X-

“...with Naoya Zenin”. Suguru spoke on the other end of the line. Gojo froze in his step. His heart was beating out of his chest and his skin crawled in fear.Everything that Hiro had told him seemed to be making sense now. He looked up to see his fiance walking in with a smile on her face and shopping bags in her hand. “Ok. I got to go now”. Gojo said and cut the call.

“You had fun?”. Gojo asked, walking over to Utahime with a sugary sweet smile and enveloping her in a hug.

“Yes. We talked so much and even went shopping. I bought some new outfits for the trip and a surprise for you so I hope you’re excited!”. Utahime replied, wrapping her arms around his torso.

“Surprise for me?”.

“Yes!”.

“Darling you can’t surprise me”. Gojo said, pulling himself out of the embrace and walking towards the kitchen. Utahime gleefully followed him.

“Oh I can”. 

“Well I have a surprise for you too”. Gojo smiled as he walked behind the counter and started assembling the ingredients.

“What is it?!”. Utahime asked with a smile on her face.

“I’m making us some brownies. So I hope you are hungry for dessert”. Gojo held up the cocoa powder box and winked at her.

“Oh Satoru it’s so sweet of you but I don’t think I can”.

“Not even if I make it?”. Gojo asked, leaning against the counter and giving Utahime a pout “Not even if I make it with love?”.. She laughed and pulled his cheeks. “Fine! But only cause you’re making it! Let me help you”.

“Oh no no no I am sure you had a tiring day. So why don’t you go and freshen up and I’ll bring the brownies to …. The bedroom?”.

Utahime bit her bottom lip and nodded her head. “Alright then”.

As soon as Utahime was out of sight Gojo got busy. You see, brownies were one of Gojo’s favourite desserts. They were easy to make, perfect for late night snacks, left little room for error, and above all they hid the taste of pills really well. The rich flavour of cocoa dominated the flavour of Gojo’s favourite pills..

Utahime opened her eyes but didn’t feel a single muscle in her body. “Sa…toru”. Gojo walked out of the ensuite and immediately went to her side. “Hey, you’re up. How are you feeling?”. He asked, leaning down towards her and moving strands of hair out of her face.

“What happened? I don’t..remember”.

“You don’t..remember anything?”. Gojo asked, straightening up. Utahime felt guilt take over her. “No..what happened? I feel weak”. She tried to get up but her body just felt too heavy for her.

“You passed out in the bathroom Iori. I called the doctor to check up on you and he told me that it's because of exhaustion and stress. I was really worried". Gojo said, helping Utahime to sit up in bed.

“I don’t know how it happened. I don’t remember anything. I remember going into the bathroom and …coming out and…that’s all”. She frowned at him.

“It’s alright darling. I am right here. Do you want me to call your family?”. Gojo asked, walking over to the wooden cabinet in front of the bed and picking up his phone.

“No! It’s nothing serious so let’s not bother them. I’ll be fine. I..I guess I overdid it yesterday”.

“Hey hey, it’s okay. How about this? Let’s go to my country house? We can relax there. We need a change of scenery, don’t you think?”. Gojo leaned against the wooden cabinet and smiled at her. Utahime smiled in return and nodded her head. “But what about your meeting in Bali?”. Utahime asked, frowning.

“I’ll send someone else. I need to be here with you”.

“No Satoru. You must go. It’s a really important project. I can’t have you miss it because of me, what will your father think of me?”.

“Who cares what my dad thinks?”.

“Satoru!”.

“Iori, nothing is more important than you. I’ll send someone else and we leave for our little vacation tonight”. Gojo said in a serious tone and turned to walk out of the door but Utahime stopped him. “Satoru!”. Gojo smiled to himself. Bingo. “Yes darling?”. Gojo aske turning back to look at Utahime. “How about you go to Bali and close the deal and meet me at the country house to celebrate?”.

“Iori..I can’t leave you alone-”.

“Satoru I’ll be fine! Go! I’ll wait for you”. Utahime chuckled. It swelled her heart to see how much Gojo cared about her. Gojo walked over to the bed and knelt on the floor beside her. He gently held her hand with both of his’. “Are you sure?”. He asked.

“Yes I am sure”.

“Do you promise to take care of yourself while I am away?”. Gojo asked, holding up his pinky finger. Utahime giggled and intertwined her pinky finger with his’. “I promise”.

“Fine then. You wish for my command. But..There will be a doctor present with you all the time and you are to obey him at all times. Okay?”.

“Okay. I will. Now go!”. Utahime spoke, smiling at him.

Gojo walked out of the bedroom and saw the doctor and nurses he had appointed standing in a line. He smiled at them, “Please make sure you do your work well. Okay?”.

“Yes sir”. The doctor replied, smiling at Gojo.

-X-

You got out of the elevator to see Miwa standing right in front of you. “Good Morning!”. You smiled at her but she looked nervous. “What happened?”. You asked, stepping out and turning towards her. “He wants to see you in his office”.

“Who?”.

“Mr.Gojo. He wants to see you in his office now. He asked me to wait here and ask you to see him immediately. He looks angry”.

You were confused but you followed her. You wondered what you did now? Did Geto tell him about last night? But he had no reason to be angry because of that. “All the best y/n. Miwa said as she came to stop in front of the door. You took a deep breath, “Thanks”.

“You asked to see me?”. You spoke, walking confidently towards where Gojo was sitting. “Yes”.

“What is it about?”. You asked, stopping to stand in front of his desk. “We need to leave tonight so take half a day off and meet me at the airport at 5:30 PM. My driver will pick you up from your place at 4:00 PM. Carry only essentials and pack light”. Gojo spoke without stopping to gauge your response. You opened your mouth to say something and then closed it again. “Tonight?”

“Yes y/n. Tonight?”.

You were confused beyond measure. “But I..I haven’t completed the work for the new project that you asked me to”.

“It’s not needed. Things have happened and we need to start moving if we are to get that contract. The plan stays the same. Don’t tell Utahime. She has taken the day off so it shouldn’t be an issue for you”.

“I..it’s too soon”.

“What does that mean?”. Gojo asked, shaking his head.

“I mean..I don’t know if I am supposed to tell you this but I ran into Geto last night and we might have a lead on Hiro. So I am not sure if this is the right time to leave”. You swallowed hard not knowing how Gojo would respond.

“Do I need to remind you that the only reason you even have a lead on Hiro is because I asked Geto for a favour? Besides, going away for two days won’t hurt the case and Geto can always contact you over the phone and if anything happens I assure you I will be happy to fly you back”.

Gojo was right and you hated to admit it. “Alright then. I will wrap up quickly and get going. Do I need to call the doctor? To make sure Utahime is good to travel? Or arrange for a doctor to travel with us?”. 

Gojo kept the file aside and looked up at you with squinted eyes. “Why does Utahime need a doctor’s permission?”. Wondering if Utahie had told you about her condition.

“Because she is…pregnant?”. You were confused, did he forget that his fiance was pregnant?.

“Who is pregnant?”. Gojo gasped loudly.

“Uta..Utahime?”. You answered. 

“Right….Utahime is pregnant…with my child?”. Gojo asked, dragging each word as if to confirm he was saying the right thing.

“Yes..she is..?”. You replied, wondering if he had overworked himself into insanity.

“The tests were for…her?”. He asked and you didn’t know what to say. 

“Yes..?”.

“Utahime told you that she is pregnant with my child?”.

“I..yeah. She told me you knew. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to overstep or anything…I just..She told me you knew!”.

“Oh yeah right…umm..hmm…right right. So why did you take the week off?”.

“Because..I…I just…felt..I didn’t feel..I was not feeling well”. You were fumbling with your words. How could you tell him that you took a week off because you couldn’t bear to see him with her. Gojo chuckled and soon his chuckled turned to laughter.

“Are you okay? Do I need to call a doctor for you?”. You were concerned, Gojo seemed to be having a breakdown.Gojo just shook his head and laughed. You kept your bag and coat on the chair and went around the table to check up on him. ‘“Do you have a fever?”. You asked as you pressed your palm flat against his forehead.Both you and Gojo fell silent the moment your hand touched his skin.He didn’t have a fever and you soon realised what you had done and you withdrew your hand instantly. “You..seem fine…I think you should get some rest before the flight”. You shook your head and grabbed your bag and coat. “Have a good day Mr.Gojo”. You spoke and immediately rushed out of his office.

“Cute”. Gojo muttered under his breath. “I underestimated you Utahime…I won’t make that mistake again”.

Gojo : Y/n is not pregnant with his child.

Ghetto : Did Hiro tell you that?

Gojo : No.

Geto : Is it yours then?

Gojo : Fuck off. Utahime lied. We don’t need to hold back anymore.

Geto : We still need to keep him alive

Gojo : Do we?

Geto : Yes we do. You need to keep y/n away. 

Gojo : I’m leaving with her tonight.

Geto : Be good

Gojo : Yes dad.

-X-

Like he had said, there was a knock on your door at exactly 4.00 PM. You  opened to see a butler with two bodyguards standing at your door. “Hi”. You said, unsure about why they were at your door instead of waiting near your building.

“We are here to pick you up for the airport. Mr.Gojo has sent us”. 

“All of you?”. You asked, looking at the group.

“Yes ma’am”.

“Okay, I’ll be right there”. 

“Let me help you. The butler smiled and stepped inside to take the bag from your hand. You stepped out and locked your door. The bodyguards took their place behind you. You stopped in front of Hiro’s door and slid in the note through the gap between the door and the floor. “We should get going ma’am”, The guards warned. “Yeah. Let’s go”.

Gojo was getting impatient waiting inside the flight. This was risky and there was a good chance that you might not forgive him ever, but he had to do this for your safety.  He hadn’t slept since Geto told him about you and Naoya. He wondered what Naoya told you and how he could get it out of you. He had made sure that Utahime had reached his country house and had it wired with hidden cameras. You weren’t even going to Bali but you didn’t have  to know that. It’s better if you didn’t know the destination until you had reached there. 

You walked inside the flight with your purse and coat in hand. You had decided to dress comfortably in navy blue jumper and Navy blue pants. Your eyes immediately scanned the inside of the black jet and landed on the white haired man standing in the middle. “Hi”. You said, smiling at him. “Hi”. Gojo said as he let out a breath of relief. “Where is..Utahime?”. 

Gojo cleared his throat  and sat down in a plush leather seat. “She is on the way.  Why don’t you settle down..you can sit wherever you like”. 

You nodded and decided it would be best to sit diagonally opposite to him. 

Gojo looked at your bouncy leg and smirked, “Are you nervous?”. He asked, taking a sip of his drink. 

“yeah..I have never really travelled in an aeroplane before”. Gojo hummed and gestured to the stewardess  to attend to you. 

“Have it, you’ll feel  better. Sugar eases nervousness”. Gojo said, pointing at the plate of brownies the stewardess had placed on the table between you. “No thanks I’m good”. You replied and took the water bottle instead. “Have it y/n”. Gojo said again and you realised that this was not a request but an order. So you picked up the square piece and took a bite..

You woke up with a gasp and realised that you were lying down in someone’s lap. Your eyes flickered trying to adjust to the dim lighting of your surroundings.It took you a while to recollect where you were. You straightened up in the seat and saw a blanket had been placed over you. Your head was spinning and your vision was still blurry. “What..happened?”.

“Hey hey…you’re up”. A familiar voice greeted you and you blinked your eyes rapidly to focus on the man speaking to you. “Satoru..?”. You realised you were sitting next to him and his arms were wrapped around your shoulder. 

“Yes love?”. Gojo replied, helping you adjust in the seat.

You shrugged his hands off and rubbed your eyes. “What happened?” You looked around hoping to see Utahime but it was just you and him in the jet. “Where is Utahime?”. You asked, panicking.

“She is not here”. Gojo said in a soothing voice, his one hand was rubbing the back of your head while the other held a glass of water for you. “Drink this”.

You stared at the glass and then back at him. He had a gentle smile on his face. 

“Why?...Why… Why is she not here?”. Gojo sushed you and pulled you in his arms. His hands rubbed your back trying to calm you down but his actions only scared you. “It’s alright. It’s all good now”.

“Gojo what’s going on?”. You asked,gently pushing yourself away. “Where is Utahime?”

“Utahime is not coming”.

“Is she…is she going to meet us in Bali?”. You asked, gulping hard.Somewhere in your heart you knew the answer .Gojo smiled and shook his head. “No love”. Gojo said calmly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. That nickname, why was he using that nickname?

“Are we..are we going to Bali?”.

“No Love. We are going somewhere where it would be just you and me”. 

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[carnirat]

So you know John Smith's "Journal of Impossible Things" from Human Nature/The Family of Blood?

Years ago, I got a small copy of it at a nerd store and it's got every page from the journal in it. I'm sure these all exist out there already but here's some of my favorite pages and what text I can make out for those who haven't seen some of these

There's lots of repeating text and jibber jabber, I assume to fill space, so I won't write down stuff twice or the random stuff he tends to write over and over

I find myself wanting to draw a perfect rose, over and over although I cannot find a rose anywhere!

In my dream, I keep asking a girl where to find one, and she is dressed in the most extraordinary immodest way.

She will not answer me, and she keeps walking away.

I remember this girl I have drawn her although(?) I know her well in my dream

(The rest is stuff from the previous page and more jibber jabber)

I am a father in my dreams, I am certain, and a grandfather. A great sadness at these thoughts. As if they had not just died, all my (I can't tell), but had departed in a way somehow more final than death.

I am the last for some reason I am terribly afraid that my watch is broken.

I can't remember what they look like (idk) see shadows (idk)

The skies are a burnt orange. And the leaves on the trees are silver.

I know a man who lives on a hillside there. And the city has towers! And I dance(?) in my robes, and my collar I can never get it right. I am so ill suited for it and yet they tell me I am in charge! Ha ha ha!

(Repeating)

(A page about Capt. Jack Harkness)

I am traveling with a man in the military, only he isn't what he seems, and so I leave him behind after a battle, and he is stranded in no man's land, so alone and so far away from home.

(More repeating)

(Page about Martha, next page is immediately next to this)

She wants someone close to me someone I think I know in the waking world. And she is a doctor. She wants to heal me. Why is being a Dr so important? To her and to me. I wish she could turn around so I can see who she really is.

(More repeating)

The girl with the strange spikey hair is trying to take someone away from me

She dresses strange different

Her features are unclear

I don't know what she looks like

Black hair

(Lessgo badwolf rose)

A woman with the universe(?) poured into her and she becomes a lady!

Such grace!

She judges the living and the dead.

Everything changes as she (idk)

She judges(possibly) everything and everyone that she meets

She judges all that come in her path all and more.

She has gold eyes the universe is inside her

Powerful

Gold eyes

I have seen the opposite of a star. A darkness rather than a light on the void

There is a world that lives there, terribly close to disaster. It feels most like a vision, a prophesy. Like something out of astrology, that the placing of these stars is important.

(Jibber jabber)

And further into the nightmare, there was a pit. And there was a voice from the pit. And it wrote itself onto mens faces. It sought an escape into the world of men.

It was the beast, I am sure. The thing inside is all that we must not let out.

A broken clock or a broken mirror will let it out.

(Can't make out the last bit)

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Hit the photo limit but I'm not done! I'm reblogging with the rest, here's the link to that)

[ruby-red-inky-blue]

rewatching Pride and Prejudice (2005) and I -

i really do love this movie so much it’s stupid

as an adaptation i don’t think it holds up as well as i thought, specifically because Darcy isn’t unlikeable enough at the beginning. At the first ball he looks like a stressed-out puppy who has lost sight of his human and Lizzie is frankly cruel for judging him so harshly, the man is clearly drowning

like the point of darcy isn’t supposed to be that he was never really a jerk but that he was a complete jerk but *changed*

do i care though? no. MacFadyen’s Darcy is a hot mess and it’s a delight to watch

hand flex

Bingley and Mr Collins are possibly even funnier than i remembered (”No I mean it’s a pleasure that she’s here.......” Bingley don’t do it don’t do it dear god - “...being ill...” Oh god Bingley why) but there are some gems that I didn’t even catch before:

the proposal scene. my god. Collins just hands her the tiniest flower. Elizabeth is sat right in front of a ginormous ham the whole time. Neither one is looking at each other. it’s so funny.

I’m not even halfway through and Lizzie thinks Darcy is so hot. I feel like that didn’t happen this early on in the book and it’s honestly so funny because I cannot believe that she hates him because a) aforementioned kicked puppy look and b) she just. She just thinks he’s so hot. Nobody’s buying it Lizzie.

also Darcy’s look of raw unbridled terror at the sight of Lizzie keeps getting funnier. Emma gave the nosebleed to the wrong Austen character, 2005-Darcy just getting a straight-up anime nosebleed at the sight of Elizabeth at Rosings and everyone freaking out over the blood on Lady Catherine’s expensive carpets?? Honestly I wouldn’t even have batted an eye at it, he is so into her and would burst a blood vessel out of sheer distress.

the odd little pre-proposal scene where he bursts in at the Collin’s and runs back out a minute later? I’d forgotten, like...

(his little glance. Like the briefest recollection that, ah, yes. Chairs. Anyway - )

(the way he declines a cup of tea so incredibly earnestly with a look of utter bereavement on his face is so funny to me. You’d think he’d come to tell her that her entire family had died.)

the lead up to the proposal is so dramatic, and i think every viewer under the sun knows what is coming, but i would just like to point out that in a different movie this shot reads vaguely like a period horror film:

his entrance is so sinister?? he’s obscuring the shot with that dark coat and towering over the camera and Lizzie - and then cut to the next shot where we’re right back to deplorable puppy, this time of the fell-into-a-pond variety

my god there is no preamble, he just starts ranting. i’ve consumed this scene in gifs only for so long i remembered it as pretty romantic if misguided but this is a trainwreck

see the first couple of lines here are where this is an odd adaptation. He’s so tortured you don’t even really notice that he’s kind of insulting her at first, and Lizzie seems genuinely concerned when she says “I’m sorry to have caused you pain” when in the book that is not the vibe I got, and then it kinda seems like it escalates a little too much

that said, it’s still glorious. I’m watching through my fingers. I can’t bear it.

Elizabeth Bennet, here seen looking at “the last man in the world I could ever be prevailed upon to marry”

sure, girl.

controversial opinion, but somehow, in a movie with famously grandeous beautiful Jane Austen language, this line is my number two most swoonworthy line of the movie:

same, Lizzie.

the scene where Darcy gives Lizzie the letter is gorgeous. It’s also quite strange? it does somewhat suggest that she knew he would turn up - he literally pops up in the mirror as if she’d said Bloody Mary three times, and she doesn’t seem remotely surprised to see him

also while I assume that was normal back then it does amuse me that he just up and walks into someone else’s house - and what did the servants think? he certainly wasn’t dressed for a visit, and young Miss Bennet certainly wasn’t dressed to receive visitors in any case! Scandalous!

if that letter had been read to Lizzie as it is to the viewer, she wouldn’t harbour that much lingering resentment. 10/10, no notes.

dramatic single tear when she talks about Darcy to Jane *sniff*

“Oh no, let’s not [see Darcy’s estate]. He’s so - he’s so - he’s so - he’s so rich!” oh Lizzie...

Lizzie’s acrid little giggle when they lay eyes on Pemberley SENDS me. It’s both “of course he’d live in there” and just a little bit of “....shit is this what I was offered?” and honestly, i get it

i’m not saying people didn’t have rooms exclusively for their collection of marble statues on a working estate, but it does seem... a bit much. Especially that you would have all of these lovely images of mythology and ancient nobility and then a bust of yourself right slap in the middle?? Like Darcy isn’t the type to comission a bust of himself, but even if we assume that his late father comissioned it (already a bit of a stretch since the bust hardly looks that much younger than Darcy) whose idea was it to put it there, among nymphs and gods? Was it in his father’s room and Darcy looked at it after his father’s passing and just went, it’s a statue isn’t it, just put it with the others?

that said, the woman is done for (they even ASK her if she thinks he’s handsome like they don’t have eyes or something)

Georgiana and Darcy are so cute i can’t -

also Darcy once again first dramatically appears in a mirror - I get it Joe, I get it, it’s a theme, they’re so alike, Lizzie is seeing it now (it’s pretty cool i don’t know why i’m so glib about it)

WHY IS THIS SHOT THO I’m dying this is so dramatic:

“I thought you were in London!” “No. No, I’m not.” What you are is a desaster, Darcy.

The fiddly hands, the talking over each other, the almost yelling every other word, Lizzie is so desperately searching for ANY topic of conversation and he’s so stupidly earnest about her inconsequential traveling plans and god they both look like they’re about to start sobbing this SCENE

“We’re going to Mattlock tomor-” “Tomorrow??!” Stoppp my heart

also the closeup of the hand say what you will but Joe Wright knows his audience

not Lizzie jumping headfirst into a storage room and hiding behind a curtain when she sees Darcy at the inn. i mean i would have done the same probably but still

Georgiana digging poor Darcy’s grave in 30 seconds flat:

immediate flirting of the most desperate degree, and Mrs and Mr Gardiner stood right behind them for the whole thing, visibly wondering what the hell is happening:

also Darcy doing anything to keep Lizzie around longer is so precious. Look at this man. This man does not fish with strangers. This man fishes in solitude. That is clearly why he fishes in the first place. Now he’s inviting some old man to fish with him. Just so she won’t leave.

Behold, a masterpiece:

“This is grave indeed... I will leave you. Goodbye.” WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS

god I love Lizzie taking Lydia’s wine glass away and then taking a good long sip herself because it’s all so hard to stand. And then suddenly in the middle of all her insipid chattering Lydia gives a damn fine observation of Darcy (because she isn’t prejudiced... get it) and takes back her wine glass

sidenote but i love how affectionate the Bennets are with one another, it’s so sweet

just this:

Lizzie now hiding behind walls as there are no storage closets or curtains available

Darcy started wearing stripey waistcoats. You know who else wears stripes a lot?

-”I return to town tomorrow.” -”So soon!” oh how the turntables

Bingley and Jane are almost as tragic als Lizzie and Darcy. Jane is so dense where Bingley is concerned. And I would have LOVED to see how Bingley roped Darcy into roleplaying??? his engagement??? He’s playing Jane

Mrs Bennet sloooooowly herding everyone into the kitchen because Jane may get engaged so NOBODY MAKE ANY SUDDEN MOVEMENTS HE’S SKITTISH (except Jane obviously. Jane needs to be there. For Jane’s engagement. Naturally.)

meanwhile Lizzie and Darcy mourn the one that got away, apparently separated by a single tree

i love those little shots of everyone at Longbourne at nighttime, it’s so domestic and sweet, with the servant singing to herself and the sisters spending time together

“Perhaps Mr Collins has a cousin” is an underrated line for sure

the whole scene with Lady Catherine is WILD like she arrives in the dead of night, no servants no nothing, impertinent with pretty much everyone in the house, only Dame Judy Dench could pull this off

here it is, the biggest swoon of the entire movie bar none (again, controversial, but they improved on Jane Austen here. I will take no criticism at this time):

“One word from you will silence me on the subject forever.” and she just gazes at him silently! they’re a lot

I really do feel for Darcy, he makes his whole speech and Lizzie just looks at him and takes his hand and says “well then” and “your hands are cold”, like, girl, you’re killing this man

(yes the sunrise forehead lean is peak romance i’m not made of stone!)

Okay so from Mr and Mrs Bennet’s point of view, Lizzie got yelled at by an elderly aristocrat in the middle of the night and when they woke up the next morning this dude that Lizzie has proclaimed to hate for half a year now is asking for her hand in marriage, looking like he literally rolled out of bed and walked into Mr Bennet’s office. And now Lizzie tells Mr Bennet that she loves Darcy while Mrs Bennet watches him pace holes into their front yard. Can’t blame them for being slightly confused tbh

Darcy did not - I cannot stress this enough - Darcy did not go home to change??? He went into Mr Bennet’s home, still half-dressed, in only a shirt and that dirty-ass overcoat, no hat no waistcoat no CRAVAT like a HARLOT he couldn’t wait two minutes, men of his standing wouldn’t have been seen on the street looking like that, this is how you go and ask for your future wife’s hand in marriage?? This man is so horny

and probably terrified she’s gonna change her mind

this scene!!! they’re so cute

the revolving door was unfortunately only invented in the late 1800s, because there would have been a prime opportunity for a dad joke for Mr Bennet otherwise

Lizzie and her father laughing the exact same way is the sweetest, most touching way to end this film (we don’t talk about the weird Sixteen Candles ending okay? Okay.)

i love this movie so much i’m not even mad i had to pay three euros to watch it again, 11/10, a delight

[nkatr84]

Barbie Movie 2023 Theory

After seeing the trailer I’ve got a theory about what the movie is about. And it all has to do with Will Ferrell’s character the Mattel CEO.

On IMDB he’s just listed as the Mattel CEO. But I think he’s really a Ken. Like America Ferrera’s character and her daughter are identified as humans in the promo art but as you can see above, the Mattel CEO doesn’t get that distinction.

(There’s another real world character identified as just a suit, and listed in the credits as an executive but he’s either an Alan or a joke)

Now here’s what Margot Robbie said about Ferrell’s character in the recent Vogue interview,

‘Robbie describes this character as: “Misguided but in an innocent way. He just cares about little girls and their dreams in the least creepy way possible.” ‘

So he’s an antagonist but I don’t think he’s a villain. And in most stories the antagonist is a mirror of the protagonist. So maybe Will Ferrell’s Ken started to question his existence as a Ken but since nobody notices Kens in Barbieland and since they have flat feet to begin with, he left Barbieland before anyone else found out and when he reached the real world, he became (mostly) human the longer he stayed there. But since he’s still a Ken, he still felt protective of Barbie and what she represents and got a job at Mattel. And since a Ken knows everything about Barbie he quickly rose in the ranks of the company to become the CEO. Now here’s Barbie in the Real World and he’s desperate to get her “back in the box” before the same thing that happened to him happens to her.

And Barbie will end up using his story as a Ken that made something of himself to talk some sense into the Kens who somehow get the idea to turn Barbieland into the Kendom. Also I just noticed in the trailer that the Mattel headquarters feels very artificial as if a former Ken designed it to be what he thought a corporate office with cubicles looks like. (Like mountains in the background of the windows of the board room when there are no mountains in LA) but what do you think? Am I on to something here?

[escapadeist]

I never wrote a love poem before this.

Because i thought i never loved someone enough.

But when you came along,

Spun my world into a multitude

of dizzying circles

My centre shook

I couldn't breathe or fathom

What it was that i felt,

That you made me feel?

How could it be that i looked in the mirror

Reflected in your eyes

And loved what i saw for the first time?

I've always been bad at math

And method too I suppose.

Never knew how or when to love

And how to stop loving them when it wasn't enough

To make anybody stay at all.

Our riverboat was headed for a cascading drop

I was wading through water to keep you beside me

But there's only so much you can do

When the capsizing hole in your heart

Somehow weighs you both down.

You held my scathed hands in your own

I traced patterns of familiarity

And sealed them together

You knew i never did this

You knew how I broke

You called me a name

That eats at the remains of my parched throat

every time i hold a page of bittersweetness

To my chest and weep.

Our stars were meant to collide

From when your letters philosophized

My weary and broken bones.

There was a boulder i carried up my own hill

Your camaraderie kept me alive

I missed several steps at once

You still held me on tight

We laughed into the abyss together

Guards crumbled, eyes leaked,

But went up again my walls

When to be "uninvolved" was your elegy for me.

You felt my heart beat through

Your burning touch

Alas, the light was where i got pushed,

I still recall the way your words

Took a meaning i was too late to know.

I still can't figure what to make of you

Why we do the things we've done

Each day i heave a shakier breath

Grip my neck and clench my jaw,

Knowing how it didn't take you long;

To go hunting down like any man

Across promised forbidden lands.

I wish you a much kinder sea

With dreams to wake to and love to give, afterall,

I am the grenade that obliterates in it's wake

While the armour i built stands by your heart

And you walk out in glory

As i whore my senses

To oblivion and back, yet again.

Was this how it was to be?

Could we have unbecome the mess we were doomed into?

Could i not lay my corpse for you to cross overboard?

I hear my silence play deafening drums

Against your never-fading grin,

As you carry on your facade of victimhood

Perpetrating for your next move.

But forgive me as i sit by and skip rocks

And watch the ripples on my chest

Torn open in the shape of your smile

As our ship takes on water

No Jack left to be saved by this Rose.

Now that you have planted thorns at our grave

Maybe we'll meet in some other lifetime

Where i would be less foolish with

Bargaining for my organs

At an auction of my love.

Hope you don't have to lie

To whoever you choose to trudge upon

Maybe they will have a hole

To fit your hollowness inside,

Or perhaps you'll learn to be a saint

And a martyr won't be grieved upon.

- B

[thececeverse]

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ say it, and i'm yours ...

❝ you call the shots, babe. i just wanna be yours. ❞

character(s): chouka aikawa, jason day-fujiwara

genre: fluffy asl ! these two are simply too cute like i love them bad !!

warnings: none !

word count: 3.6k

summary: in which—after a year of pining after each other—jason and chouka share how they truly feel on the rooftop of their favorite restaurant.

a/n: first chouka fic we cheer ! anyways, this one explains how they got together and it's just so so cute like her and jason are my babies ! like truly the best couple EVER they mean the world to me,,, this one is sickeningly sweet so prepare urselfs BMSMDMS hope y'all enjoy <33

Beverly Hills. 7 o’clock. Friday.

Friday evenings are usually when Chouka sets up to film, aided by a social media team fit for an influencer of her caliber. After two hours of reciting scripts and hashing out orders, the redhead resigns herself to a night of hedonism, from a bubble bath paired with her favorite Ladurée macarons (strawberry and pistachio) to binge-watching Sex and the City for the fifth time and sipping on a freshly made rose latte, curled up on her couch with her two beloved pets.

Normally, Chouka’s Friday evenings would be devoid of interruptions (minus a last minute business call or an invitation to some sort of social event). This time, however, the sound of her doorbell ringing immediately got her attention. No one comes to her door after 6 o’clock (truthfully, she despises being bothered after then), and unless it was one of her staff coming back to collect a forgotten item, who else was at her door?

Chouka’s Bichon Frisé, Rosie, began barking as soon as she heard the door, filling the redhead’s high ceilings with echoey, high pitched yips. Chouka herself looked over the back of her couch, furrowing her eyebrows in both confusion and curiosity. Her maid rushed to get the door, and with its creaking came a very familiar voice.

Chouka perked up the second she heard said voice, and it would be wrong to say that she didn’t realize what she was doing. She was a bit lovestruck, yes, but she certainly wasn’t stupid. She knew exactly why she had gotten so excited.

It was Jason.

“Good evening, mademoiselle.” Jason said, a charming smile on his face as he filled Chouka’s house with his equally charming English accent. A smile mirroring Jason’s own brightened Chouka’s usually icy demeanor the second she laid eyes on him.

“Good evening, monsieur.” She responded, the poshness of her voice carrying an underlying cheeky tone, one that was reserved solely for the people that she truly took a liking to. “What brings you to my house at 7 o’clock in the evening?”

Jason’s smile somehow widened further at the fact that Chouka decided to humor his charmingly goofy way of speaking. “Was thinking of you, and I wanted to see you. That’s pretty much it.”

Chouka’s eyes widened ever so slightly at his response, and she almost started blushing. It’s not every day that someone confessed so brazenly at spontaneously showing up at someone’s home because they wanted to see them, let alone to thinking of them. Chouka herself wouldn’t even do such a thing, preferring to dance around her reasons rather than admit them outright. It was either due to her sense of pride, or due to the fact that she was too “posh” to be that direct (under certain circumstances). Jason, however, was neither. The “posh” did apply to him, yes, and that was one of the reasons why Chouka was drawn to him in the first place. At a glance, the 24-year-old was everything you could ask for. Kind and compassionate, tall and handsome, and practically perfect. He shared Chouka’s icy demeanor, although he was a bit more approachable than she was, and if you checked a dictionary for the word “cool,” Jason’s name would be there.

However, Chouka soon learned that Jason was a goofball, and he was probably the friendliest person she ever met. She didn’t sense a hint of hesitation when he first came up to her two years ago. He was outspoken and out there and completely unafraid to speak his mind. He cared for her and made her laugh and he was just… great.

Chouka had to hypothetically smack herself to snap out of it.

“I appreciate your company, then.” The 21-year-old said with a laugh. That’s when she noticed what was in Jason’s hands. It was a white bag, with “Dior” printed across it in a pretty, shining shade of gold. He also happened to be cradling a bouquet of roses in his arm; her favorite flower. And they were pink, too; her favorite color.

“Are those for me?” Chouka asked, raising a single eyebrow. Almost immediately, Jason hummed. Yet again, he didn’t hesitate.

Chouka didn’t have to ask how Jason knew roses were her favorite flower. For one, Rose was one of her middle names. They were just intrinsically linked with her very being. And two, a year and a half ago, she and Jason had a rather deep conversation about Japanese flower language, where they both asked each other about their favorite flowers. In Chouka’s opinion, that was one of the best conversations she’s ever had with, well… anyone. Never in a million years did she think that she could have such an insightful conversation about flowers with a person, but of course, Jason was there to prove her wrong. The color was easy to explain, too, as pink was also a core part of Chouka’s identity. It was everywhere on her, from her clothes to her car to her house itself.

Chouka didn’t have to ask how he knew she liked Dior, either, as he went straight into explaining. “I thought of you while buying this, too.” He said, holding up the bag. “It was pink, of course, and I thought you’d like what I chose. Feel free to tell me if I’m wrong.”

The pink-clad girl let a giggle escape her lips, and as Jason walked over to take a seat next to her, she turned back towards her television. “I assure you,” Chouka said. “Whatever you chose, I’ll be fine with it.”

Jason hummed, smiling at her words. Nothing made him feel so warm inside other than Chouka’s voice. “Then here you go.” He spoke, handing her the shopping bag first. Chouka took it into her perfectly manicured hand, and swiftly placed it next to her once Jason held out the bouquet. She cradled it in her arms, and sighed almost dreamily at the flowers’ sweet and earthy smell. “I hope you like it.”

The girl turned to pick up the bag again, setting it in her lap. Softly undoing the delicate white ribbon perched on top, she set it to the side and pushed open the bag. It felt like it was her birthday, even though it was over a month away, but that was the best part. It didn’t need to be her birthday for Jason to spontaneously shower her in gifts. In fact, Chouka remembered exactly when he started doing such a thing. It was six months ago, and it all started with a necklace from Cartier. It had a sparkling C-shaped charm hanging from its pretty rose gold chain, and although it most likely stood for the brand’s name, Jason thought it stood for Chouka. Her name. Even then, he was thinking of her.

Pushing the white paper to the side to reveal what was inside, Chouka let out a soft, barely audible gasp at what she saw. It was a pink Lady Dior, shiny and brand new. The redhead had so many of them that it was hard to count, and Jason just gave her another.

Chouka pulled the handbag out, handling it so delicately that it could’ve been glass. “Thank you for what’s most likely my fourth one.” She finally said with a laugh, her voice coated in a peculiar kind of softness. “I love it.”

She couldn’t see Jason’s adorably elated look because of how she was still gazing at the handbag in her hands, turning it over multiple times and admiring the pink leather. The smile that had practically split his face open made his face so bright that it nearly rivaled Chouka’s TV screen. “I’m glad you do, Chou.” He said, that same softness that was in Chouka’s voice appearing in his own.

“Come here.” The 21-year-old cheekily said, pulling Jason into an abrupt hug. The boy in question let out a soft oof at the sudden contact, but he was quick to return the hug regardless, tightly wrapping his arms around Chouka’s midsection and softly resting his chin on her head. Like he’d done for the last two years. “You’re the best friend anyone could ever ask for, Jace.”

Jason hummed once again, but there was an underlying feeling of hurt that neither of them caught onto. Unbeknownst to the both of them, they both wanted to be more than just friends.

Ever since they first became friends, Jason and Chouka were practically inseparable, so of course the former didn’t want to leave after seeing the latter open her gift. That “wouldn’t be fun” according to him. So, for the next thirty minutes, they sat and watched the rest of Sex and the City’s second season, laughing over the snide commentary that each of them would make. Jason himself was surprisingly invested, but it wasn’t unusual for him. Whatever Chouka was interested in, he was, too. However, he also had an idea.

“You know, Chou,” He started. The girl in question looked over after hearing her nickname. “While I was driving here, I was really craving sushi. So, you want to go out and get some?”

A smile spread across Chouka’s face for what was probably the eightieth time that night. He always had something like this up his sleeve. Usually she wouldn’t go out this late; it was nearly 9 o’clock, anyways. However, it was Jason, so she just couldn’t resist.

“That doesn’t sound too bad. That gives me a chance to use this, too.” She replied, gesturing to her new Lady Dior that she had gingerly placed back into its original bag. “Where are we going, exactly?”

Jason grinned. It was the type of cheeky grin that screamed ‘I’m plotting something.’ Stretching his arms, the boy stood up from the couch, holding out his hands for Chouka to take. She did exactly that, using his toned arms to pull herself up. “You’ll find out.” He simply answered, which made Chouka raise a single eyebrow.

“It sounds like you’re planning to kill me, Jace.” The redhead said, her voice playfully deadpan.

“I would never, Chou.” Jason responded, still smiling. “You know that.”

Chouka rolled her eyes in faux exasperation, all too familiar with her friend’s humor, but it was true. Jason knows that he would die if he ever lost her. But, of course, he wasn’t going to say that out loud just yet.

Within four minutes, the two were at their destination. Living in Los Angeles, it was a perk that everything was so close together. Chouka recognized where they were, but she’d never actually been. Jason, on the other hand, had been here quite a few times, usually with his parents or his large group of friends. It was his favorite. They got a table quicker than most, tucked into the corner of the restaurant and right next to a window. Chouka enjoyed that. She got to observe the streetlights and the groups of people walking down the streets of West Hollywood when waiting got a bit too tedious.

Soon enough, they were chatting over plates of sushi and virgin cocktails (neither of them wanted to get tipsy that night). On their second round of drinks, it became rather quiet, but of course, Jason had another idea.

“You know, it’s nice out.” He said, breaking the silence. “Feel like going to the roof?”

Chouka looked up from her phone, a slightly surprised expression taking shape on her pretty face. That expression turned into a smile, though, and she instantly responded. “So we can get out of this stuffy corner?” She added. “Say less, Jace.”

Jason laughed, of course. The two of them got up at the same time, scooping up their drinks to take with them. Jason held out a hand, and Chouka immediately took it as if it was instinct.

Reaching the rooftop, all the wind was knocked out of both Chouka and Jason’s lungs at the sight of the view. The vast expanse of Los Angeles, dotted in sparkling streetlights that made the city look like it was full of stars. Cars glided across the highways, taking with them people and stories from all different walks of life. Chouka thought that it was always so beautiful, as did Jason. But, to him, nothing was more beautiful than the girl standing right next to him.

Leaning on the railing, Jason turned to look at the girl in question, watching as she took a sip of her drink before copying his movement. Her face was coated in the soft yellow lights beneath them and in the harsh white light above them, and even though the lighting was far from professional, Jason still thought that Chouka looked so pretty. Her unique ginger hair was pulled up in a perfectly curled ponytail, and she was wearing the simplest outfit to ever leave her closet, but she still shined. He never wished that he had his camera with him more than now. However, Jason then realized that his gaze was still lingering on the 21-year-old for longer than he thought, and he had to suppress an awkward cough. He could feel his face begin to heat up.

Jason’s thoughts of Chouka were beginning to drive him crazy. Everyone always said that she was so perfect. So poised. But Jason liked to think that no one believed that more than he did. He was so drawn to her when they first met. He was one of the few people that weren’t afraid to approach her. She was everything he could ever want. He thought they fit together like two puzzle pieces. He wanted to be hers.

But the truth is, he was a coward.

He couldn’t admit that to her. He was always thinking about the ‘what ifs,’ too scared to just tell Chouka how he felt. He didn’t want to ruin what they already had. They’d been so close for so long. It was one thing to be together, but it was another to not be together at all. The last thing he wanted was to lose her, all because he chose to tell her how much he loved her.

Jason looked back down, taking a shaky sip of his drink. But, he couldn’t go on like this. He couldn’t go the rest of his life silently in love with Chouka, refusing to tell her because of something he wasn’t even sure would actually happen. He’d been in love with her for a year, and if he had to go another being just her friend, he’d completely lose it.

“This is driving me insane…” Jason mumbled, but he was loud enough that Chouka heard. As he placed his drink down, the redhead raised an eyebrow.

“Jace?” She asked, obviously concerned. “What’s wrong?”

“A lot. A lot’s wrong.” He answered, running both of his hands through his hair. “For one, I can’t keep living my life being so damn afraid.”

Jason looked up and into Chouka’s eyes, and she looked back. Chouka never broke eye contact, unless Jason happened to stare far too long just to fluster her. She still looked confused, though, wondering what her friend was hinting at. “Jason, what do you mean?” She asked. Her concern was growing by the second.

Jason didn’t bother to answer. “You know, Chouka,” He began, leaning on the cool railing to offer himself some form of comfort. “When we were told that our characters would be getting together, I had never felt so relieved.”

At those words, Chouka could feel the world around her go quiet. Like it was just her and Jason, all alone on a rooftop. Her lips rounded like she wanted to say something, but she couldn’t get anything out. Her words fell out as broken, shocked gasps of air. Jason’s behavior was perplexing. Out of left field. She didn’t like being confused, but she definitely was now.

“I think it started the moment we filmed our first scene together.” Jason continued. “But the longer we had to sit in front of the cameras like that, and the longer we actually got to know each other, the more those feelings grew. I started feeling things I’d never felt before, but I got so scared. I knew I wanted more, but the last thing I wanted to do was ruin what we already had. And because of that, Chou, I thanked God every day that I got so many chances to work with you. That we got to be together and enjoy each other’s company. That I got to hold you like the world was ending and kiss you ten times over every time we messed up a scene, all without the fear of tearing us apart because it was just our job.”

Jason had to take a breath, and Chouka had to take time to process what she just heard. She knew blood was rushing to her face, and she desperately wanted to say something, but she also knew that Jason wasn’t done. So, she stayed silent, watching as the man across from her ran his hands over his face.

“But I didn’t want it to be just our job, Chou.” Jason continued. “I couldn’t admit that, though, because I’m stupid and a coward. I know my fears were valid, but God, it was eating me up inside that I couldn’t be yours beyond a script.”

“Jace—” Chouka started to say, but she was cut off by the same man she was trying to reach. Once Jason began spilling his guts, he didn’t stop.

“So, I’m going to stop being so fucking scared and I’m going to stop beating around the bush.” He said. He held onto the railing so hard that it could have snapped clean in half. He internally prayed, hoping that this wouldn’t go terribly wrong. “I… I’m painfully aware of how hopeless of a romantic I am, but I don’t want it to be hopeless anymore.”

For the first time in a long time, Chouka’s heart rate sped up in a way that she enjoyed. It was the kind of anticipation that she liked. 

“I am so in love with you, Chou. Nothing makes me happier than you do. You’re incredible and I love you and if you’ll let me…” Jason trailed off, taking a breath. This was it. He could only hope and hope and hope again at this point.

“I want to be your boyfriend.”

It took everything in Chouka to not melt into a puddle on the floor. Hearing all of that, she felt a bittersweet warmth in her chest. It was so tragically hilarious that she felt the exact same way. That she would wonder every day if Jason liked her beyond their friendship, to the point that she would drive herself up the wall. That if what they felt on set was truly real, or if it was just an unfortunate byproduct of their line of work. That there was truly a future for them as lovers and not as friends. Not as co-workers who needed to smooch on camera a couple of times. There were so many times when Chouka caught Jason staring at her from across a room, and she would shamelessly stare back. So many times when they would act closer than friends should. Despite their intelligence, they could be so unbearably stupid sometimes.

Chouka sighed, exasperated but relieved all at once. “Come here.” She said, pulling Jason by the collar and into a kiss that both of them had wanted for so long.

As if they had been together for a lifetime, Jason’s hands immediately found their way to Chouka’s waist. The kiss was soft but desperate. Gentle but needy. Reserved but fervent. All at the same time. They kissed like the entire world simply didn’t exist, like there wasn’t an entire restaurant’s worth of people beneath their feet. Like it was just the two of them, finally together and so in love.

They pulled away after a while, resigning to staring into each other’s eyes like they’ve always done. Like they had galaxies swimming in each of their differing shades of brown.

“I could never leave you, Jason.” Chouka said, still panting. One of her hands was resting on the boy’s cheek, tracing soft circles on one of his high cheekbones with her thumb. “And it’s the most idiotic thing because… I felt the same way. I was terrified and so unbearably worried if you even liked me more than a friend and… it was all so stupid and stressful and I distracted myself for days on end thinking about nothing but you.”

Jason smiled, although this one didn’t quite reach his dark brown eyes. He rested his forehead on Chouka’s. He couldn’t bear to look away from her, even for a second. “It’s reassuring, then.” He said. “Knowing that I wasn’t alone in that.”

Chouka giggled, moving her other hand upwards. “Say it again, Jace.” She breathed out, her hands cradling each side of Jason’s handsome face. “Say it, and I’m yours forever.”

Jason smiled, pulling her just a smidge closer. He knew exactly what she wanted him to say. Three words. Eight letters. And of course, there was no hesitation. “I love you.” He said. Immediately, Chouka smiled, wider than she ever had the entire day.

“I love you, too.” She responded, tears of pure elation behind her words. Jason almost began crying himself, pulling her into another kiss. This time, it was nothing but soft, sealing the deal for the both of them.

One thing was for sure, they were each other’s. Now and forever.

[rvp32]

Caring Sunbae Jihyp

One day after training, jihyo is frustrated. Jihyo has been practicing for years in jyp, she spent her entire childhood in the JYP building. Jihyo like all other women also had a side for her sexual desires. From a very young age, she has been following orders on how to behave what to eat when to sleep what to speak how to dress and how to project herself in the public. Somehow, this had an impact in her desires, she loved to be dominating in her world of sex. Jihyo being the senior member in the JYP as an idol of the girl group, she used that to her advantage for sexual desires. The young trainees new to JYP asked jihyo to do some favors for their way to become idols and tips on how to be the best, who better to ask than the child prodigy Jihyo. For every favor jihyo owned them and made them be her slaves in sex, some of them hated to have sex with jihyo and regret it but some dirty little whores in JYP enjoyed it. We are gonna look into the day when she got frustrated. Jihyo was feeling bad, 

then she crossed paths with Itzy Yuna and lia. They noticed as soon they saw her, Yuna asked unnie what happened, Jhiyo was like I am frustrated as hell working continuously for weeks I want to put my mind off, Yuna being the dirty little slut asked jihyo whether she is available today night, Jihyo knew what she was up to, jihyo said do you want to be my dirty little slut you bitch? Yuna said “hmm I want it so bad, the juice from your pussy tasted good and all the spanking awwww, imagining it now turns me on so much, Yuna grabbed jihyo’s hands and placed it on her ass.

makes her lick all over her body and makes Yuna clean the floor with her tongue, Jihyo orders Yuna and lia to strip down naked and bend over and place their upper body on the rack near the mirror. Yuna being the experienced bitch does it straight away but lia doesn’t jihyo walks up to her and rips apart her dress and bra and starts pinching her nipples and grabs her pussy and says, do what I say okay? Lia starts to like all this and says ok. Lia and Yuna bend over near the mirror and ask jihyo are this, okay, to which jihyo says is it right, it's fucking horrible and walks to them and starts to spank them in the ass until its pink like a rose, jihyo wipes her hand dry and shoves her two fingers in yuna’s asshole, yuna starts to scream jihyo,says shut up you bitch, pulls her finger out and puts three fingers in her asshole, yuna screams even more and lia is terrified, jihyo says to lia aww don’t worry darling, she is getting punished for being as asshole and touching what belongs to me. Jihyo says to yuna, didn’t I say you to shut the fuck up. Yuna closes her mouth with her both hands, jihyo fingers yuna’s asshole aggressively and fast and yuna starts shouting ahhhhh ahahhha ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, jihyo stops and puts the fingers in yuna’s mouth and says lick them clean you bitch and yuna says yes ma’am, jihyo says “ma’am”, yuna apologises and says yes boss,

jihyo says thats better. And slaps on yuna’s boobs and with just one slap it turned so red, jihyo undresses and says lets begin, jihyo puts yuna on the floor and sits on her face and says yuna you better make me cum okay? And moves lia in front of her face and spreads her ass and sees the asshole closing and opening, jihyo spanks lia’s ass red and starts to lick her asshole and ass, With yuna licking jihyos pussy jihyo starts to moan and puts almost all her bodyweight in yuna face and says lick it just like that, yuna being a slut who know what she is is doing makes jihyo cum and squirt. Jihyo starts to squirt inside yuna’s mouth and yuna drinks all that fast, and starts to cough,jihyo while licking lia’s ass she also fingered her pussy and made lia cum and squirt on the floor and lia losses all her strength in the legs. Jihyo makes both of them stand and kisses both one after another and makes lia say, say you love this? Say “You love being a slave of jihyo” Lia says “I Love this, I love being a dirty little dump truck of you boss” Jihyo kisses them both again passionately. Jihyo makes them to kneel down and she starts to walk away from them to grab a chair to sit, As she walks away she turned around for a sec and notices lia starring at her juicy ass jiggling while she is walking, jihyo grabs the chair and walks towards them and notices Lia staring at her voluptuous boobs as well she puts the chair down and ask Lia why you looking at boobs and my ass like that, Jihyo realizes that “yeah, i made her bend over and she never really got to see my boobs and ass”, So jihyo asks lia do you wanna taste them lia? Lia grins and says so I wanna lick them so bad boss, Aww ok lia let me let you have a taste of them, jihyo sits in the chair slightly leaning back and just letting her ass out of the chair and spread them wide apart, and orders yuna to suck on her foot. Yuna sucks jihyos feet and lia enjoys licking jihyos ass and lia say does ass this good? Of course, says jihyo, and asks lia you love it, lia stops licking and responds I love it, Jihyo grabs lia by her hair and buries her head in her ass and says to lick them clean, Lia keeps licking her asshole as yuna licks jihyos feet. Jihyo says lia to put her tongue in the asshole, lia starts to spread her big ass cheeks and lets her tongue deep in her asshole. Jihyo starts to reach orgasm and says I am cumming lia dont stop, lia starts to lick them fast and jihyo grabs lia head and shoves her face further deep in her ass as she reaches climax. Lia gets the hang of it and starts to rub jihyos clit, jihyo bites her lips and says ahhhh it feels so good, is it really your first time? Ask's lia aroused. Lia grins, lia licks her all the juice from the pussy in her fingers and shoves it in jihyos pussy and starts to finger them nice and slow, jihyo grabs yuna's arm and bites it as she feels great, jihyo make then wakes up from the chair and goes on all fours and says both yuna and lia to finger both her holes with three fingers. Jihyo starts to moan as both her holes get fingered by them, jihyos eyes starts to role back as she orgasms and says ah I fucking love this and moans loudly, then she cums. They all makeout with each other. Jihyo feels great and happy, so does lia’s and yuna’s face all smithered with jihyos juices happily smiling and laughing saying we had a great time as well. 

Credits to my friend SandhipKumar67

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✫☼☾☁ 𝗖𝝜𝝖Ɍ𝝖𝗖𝝩𝝚Ɍ 𝝞𝝢ꓝ𝝤: ☁☾☼✫

((Art Credit: Einlee))

** Warning: The reader is heavily inspired by Ruby Rose from RWBY so please be easy on this story. It’s just ability and weapon wise mainly. Background Story and Personality is different from the actual Ruby. **

Name: YN LN

Age: 18

Birthday: (Just put your birthdate)

Sex: Female

Constellation: Purpureo Lunae Lumen (Crimson Moonlight)

Nation: ???

Affiliation: Lone Wolf (meaning she travels and does missions alone)

Vision: Pyro

Hero Alias: The Silver-Eyed Warrior

Weapon: Rosemary (Giant-Blade Scythe)

Rarity: 5-Star

Special Dish: Apple and Honey Curry (3-Star Cuisine)

Weapon Description:

The length is 7’2 ½’ Inches and the width is 4’2 ½’ Inches. The color of the weapon is red with some grey and black on it. The blade is large enough to instantly kill 4-5 Hillichurl Berserkers and 1 Blazing Axe Mitachurl. 

The giant blade is made of a special material, so it won’t get dull for a while. Anyone who tries to use YN’s weapon won’t be able to use it with how extremely heavy it is. This weapon was made by YN herself so it can only be used by her and no one else.

The ranking of this weapon is also a 5-star, given that YN is a 5-star and so is her special dish.

Attack Styles:

Crimson Slash:

Normal Attack- Performs 5 quick slashes at a time.

Charged Attack- Drains Stamina over time to perform fast travel attacks to the enemies nearby.

Plunging Attack- Weapon ablaze and does a fast front flip rotation in mid-air that gives it more Pyro DMG.

Crescent Tornado: Can collect 3 small enemies and one large enemy and twirl in a tornado formation using her hooded cape and will slash the enemy(ies) at the same speed as the tornado she made.

Mirrored Eyes: Rare for her to use since it isn’t a part of her Vision, but she makes this her Elemental Burst when absolutely necessary. Doesn’t know how she got this additional ability and is very cautious with it around certain people. Sometimes it will happen if it triggers a bad memory of losing a loved one. It can DMG enemies in different ways depending on how focused or out of control it can be for her. Can hurt her eyes if used too many times.

Personality & Backstory:

YN can be known as very mysterious at first glance but is Kind and Generous when she needs to be. She doesn’t have any recollection of having a family or any friends. All she remembers is the will to fight to protect the innocent or adventurers.

YN has traveled the majority of the continents of Teyvat. She loves the experience of surviving in the wild. Knowing which things are good and not good to eat. If she sees someone having a difficult time trying to find food or materials, she’s willing to show them where it is since she has it written down in her small journal.

YN has no fear of dying but fears the people around her dying. Her goal is to become strong enough to save anyone. She takes on harder missions that no one is able to do. She will also do small missions as her way of taking it easy.

YN has no memory of having a family or even making friends. She doesn’t even remember which continent of Teyvat she’s from. YN might not even belong in Teyvat at all, possibly from another world. She feels lost but is finding a way to get her memories back somehow, but mainly bad memories during her battles show up more than any good memories, that’s how her unexplained ability Silver Eyes come in.

As for YN’s side jobs, she’s really good at making miscellaneous goods and water paint portraits. It’s rare for people to know that she sells water portraits anywhere. She makes sure to keep this part of her business a secret since materials aren’t cheap. She also makes that one of her reasons to travel all over Teyvat for private commissions. Mainly YN gets paid well for her paintings. She would even help Albedo with art lessons, once in a blue moon, meaning if either of them is not busy.

Her other side job is what she is well known for, blacksmithing. She has a natural talent for it. Her weapons are crafted with the highest material she can find, depending on which nation she is in. However, commissions for her skills in the blacksmith department is very high in price, so she rarely gets any commissions for that reason.

YN is a young woman with short (H/C) hair; silver eyes; and (s/c) skin.

YN wears a red corset along with a red open-cut skort. She has white sleeves, black fingerless gloves, and black thigh-high steel-toe boots that have belt straps on her wrists and thighs. She also wears a belt around her waist that has her Pyro Vision attached to it. Her thigh straps have mini pouches to hold ores or small materials to craft with. Her legs and chest area are covered with thin black material; similar to pantyhose. Lastly, she wears the infamous large red cape that is useful in battle for her.

Voice lines:

Hello: Oh hi! My name is YN, I hope we can work together. And I hope I can get to know you better as a friend and an ally.

Chat*Roses: *sniff* mmmm, I love the smell of roses. It….reminds me of someone. But I don’t know who though. I hope I can remember someday.

Chat*Nature: Nature has so much history and beauty, shameful that I couldn’t see it’s full beauty since the Archon War destroyed most of it and all we have is what survived.

Chat*Deja Vu: You know….for some reason I’m getting deja vu after fighting that Stonehide Lawachurl just now. Like….I’ve….hmmm...huh? O-oh it’s fine, just felt like I remembered something. I don’t know honestly...

Chat*Silver Eyes: My eyes? Oh, um well I thought they were just a rare color. But from what I heard from the elders that live in not only Mondstadt but in Liyue as well, tell me that my eyes aren’t ordinary and hold some sort of power. I’m also confused but, maybe we can find more information on silver eyes together.

When It’s Windy: This is a perfect day for gliding. You look like you need to work on it a little more.

When the Wind is Blowing: *giggles* Haaaa, I love how breezy it is today, it’s a good day for a picnic don’t you think? Maybe we can invite a couple of our friends, maybe even Razor if he’a up for it.

Good Morning: *yawn* Morning, did you sleep well?

Good Afternoon: Hey, wanna go somewhere to eat? I’m getting kinda hungry. Oh? Not enough Mora on you? Don’t worry, if you wanna be like me and save your Mora, I am more than willing to cook us up something at the nearest campfire we find.

Good Evening: The sunset looks so beautiful from here, *sigh* I wish I could watch this with my family. But…..I don’t remember them.

Good Night: *stretches* Well, the moon is out and the stars are twinkling in the sky. Maybe you should sleep, I’ll watch tonight. Hmm? Of course I’m sure, don’t worry about me. Now go to sleep, good night.

About YN: I’m just an explorer that fixes and crafts weapons for people. Nothing much really.

About Us*Friends: Friends? Of course we’re friends silly. I consider you my best friend if anything, other than Razor of course. Don’t tell him though please.*clears throat* Anyways, I wanna help you look for your sister, and you're helping me get my memories back.

About Us*Weapons: Your weapon is very meticulous. From the engravings to sharpness of your sword. Where did you get this? You...don’t remember? Well that’s a shame. If you do remember, come to me immediately and I can always make a new one if anything were to happen to this version.

About Vision: I am able to fight without my Vision, buuuuut it does make it helpful sometimes like starting a fire for camping. Or burning down a Hilichurl campsite. I try not to use it too much since I wouldn’t want anyone coming for my Vision.

Something to Share: My cape is like my comfort zone. If my emotions were getting the better of me, I wrap my cape around myself like if it’s my blanket. It also has a familiar scent that makes my memories a blur.

Interesting Things: I’m just naturally fast, I know it’s ah, hard to believe but when I was taught how to fight, speed was one of the things I learned.

About Razor: Razor? Well I love brushing through his hair and I braid it when I’m really happy. He’s so cute too whenever he talks about his lupical. I’ve met them before and-....H-huh?! What do you mean I love him? I-I mean yeah I care for him…*mumbles*

About Diluc: Diluc is like the big brother I never had. He would scold me sometimes if I did something wrong but other than that, I know he cares for the people close to him.

About Amber: Amber is an amazing feast buddy to have. She recommends the best foods in Mondstadt. Let’s just say, She has some pretty interesting taste buds.

About Kaeya: Kaeya huh? He’s very mysterious, like if he’s hiding something. Maybe he’s hiding how he really feels and puts on this mask of a personality that we see today.

About Jean: She works way too hard for the sake of Mondstadt. I know she wants to help people but I feel like sometimes the citizens rely on her too much. But I treasure her kindness of course.

About Klee: Klee is like my little sister. It started ever since I tried looking for her and I found her in Razor’s arms in Wolvendom. Turns out when she was exploring, she met Razor and tried helping him ‘catch meat’. *clears throat* Anyway, I still care for her.

About Lisa: *chills* Lisa? Don’t get me started, she scares sometimes even when I forgot to return a book on the day it expired. I learned to always return a library book.

About Venti: Story in song is what I look forward to whenever I visit Venti. One of his songs almost sounded like it was about me. However the song sounded like it’s been used for ages. Do you think I remind him of someone?

About Family*Amnesia: Family? Hmmm, I feel like I have one, if I do I hope they're doing ok.

About Family*Memory: I remember having a mother, father, and sister. I remember us living out in the woods somewhere? If the house was in Mondstadt? Of course not. I know every wooded area in Mondstadt and if the house was in Mondstadt, I would’ve seen it.

More About YN I: Huh? You...want to know more about me? Ok, well I love crafting weapons for people. But commissions are very pricey, that’s why I don’t get too many requests. And my weapons are high quality too. Since you're my friend, you're free of charge, other than Razor of course.

More About YN II: I fight for the people close to me. I don’t fear death but I fear the death of others. I’ve experienced that too much.

More About YN III: Flowers have different meanings if you did not know. For example, I love roses as you can tell, and roses represent love. I also like red spider lilies. But their representation is death, you can find them in or near cemeteries.

More About YN IV: I always ask my friends if they need help with anything and usually I would help out in finding ingredients for a dish or get rid of some hilichurl camps that are considered too close to Mondstadt or Springvale.

More About YN V: You know, when you can see how I truly feel, it reminds me of how Razor knows as well. If I were to visit him and he sees me sad, he would find a way to cheer me up. Whether it’s making his special Puppy Paw Hash Browns for me or hugging my negative emotions away while trying his best to talk to me.

More About YN VI: I’ll let you in on a little secret. Other than my job as a blacksmith, I also sell water portraits made by yours truly. B-but don’t tell anyone please. Art equipment isn’t cheap, you know? That’s why I keep on the down low with that part of my business of course. If anything I can use that secret skill of mine to make a self portrait of your missing sister in detail for you. All you have to do is describe her to me.

YN’s Hobbies: I love to craft weapons and see people satisfied with it and I love to do World Quests either solo or with my friends. Oh and painting portraits in my secret business of course, can’t forget that!

YN’s Troubles: I’m having a difficult time trying to remember my family. I wish it wasn’t so difficult, my head hurts if I push too hard.

Favorite Food: I love to eat some good Liyue cuisines. Don’t get me wrong, Mondstadt's cuisine is amazing but Liyue’s spices are to die for. Man, I can go for some Grilled Tiger fish now.

Least Favorite Food: I don’t like anything that is too bitter. It tastes weird and tingles my taste buds. I remember Venti had me try a sip of Dandelion Wine, and not only did we get scolded by Diluc, but it left a bitter taste in my mouth. So now Diluc would serve me only Grape Juice whenever I come into Angel’s Share.

Birthday: Happy Birthday!! Oh my goodness, this is the perfect time to make you your favorite cake! What flavor do you like? Chocolate? Vanilla? Green Tea? Oh oh I know what I’ll do, I’ll make them all and you can choose how about that?

Feelings About Ascension*Intro: Woah I feel lighter!!

Feelings About Ascension*Building Up: Maybe I should upgrade my weapon as well.

Feelings About Ascension*Climax: I can go even faster than before.

Feelings About Ascension*Conclusion: Now I know I can protect my friends and loved ones for sure, I just know it!

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

I don’t know if you have said you won’t talk about the T & Miss J situation. If you did forget this ask. If not what do you think about both company doing nothing about it? Or are they doing something behind the scenes? Until last night i was still thinking i really don’t give a f about them. But now the talk on the street is someone got into her cloud and that’s how they got the pictures. And now i think it’s frightening for someone anyone really do be on the receiving end of something like that.

I hope they are ok more importantly that she is Ok cause it’s her privacy that has been made public, it’s her cloud. Mr T to an extent cause he is in the pictures but for me i couldn’t bring myself to worry about him. But her i feel for her and it seems like it’s not the first time.

And if in a cruel world all this shenanigans is like a pr stunt or something 🔪

T & Miss J, that sounds like a drink name, lol. No, I have no policy on not talking about this, I actually answered a few asks last week when the leak rumor started.

As to the companies approach and their current public silence on it, this is how I see it. Concerning the breach of privacy and hacking someone's IG account or iCloud (it's still not sure what is the origin of the photos), YG is the company that could make a statement because this concerns Jennie, the idol under contract there. Her account was hacked. But just because they haven't said anything, it doesn't mean nothing is being done. Fans shouldn't expect instantly to be in the loop in regards to this issue and how it's handled. Since this is no longer just a mere dating rumor, but something much more serious, perhaps the approach is different. Fans trending hashtags on twitter and demanding a public response is certainly out of concern, but it's also for their peace of mind because they the fans feel the need to know that something is being done. But since they're not in they haven't gotten a response yet, it might translate for them as the company doing nothing to protect its artist. At the same time, the leaks started last week with gurumiharibo posting the photos with their own watermark, but now it escalated, so it does make me wonder why that person was still able to do what they want and still wasn't stopped somehow after so many days. It's a sketchy situation and everyone thinks they have their answer, but at this point, the reality is that we simply don't know.

As to the fans reaction, I think it's quite interesting what's happening. They spent days (some of them are still doing it), making threads to debunk the photos, calling themselves photoshop experts to prove the photos of Tae and Jennie are fake. Of course focusing primarily on proving they are not dating, more than on the aspect of this being a harmful breach of privacy that could lead to the leaking of other personal information, which in my view, is the biggest concern. But now that photos of Jennie with Rose in NY and a mirror selca with Jisoo were also posted, there is a shift in conversation because I guess they are finally allowing themselves to realize that this is way more serious than someone editing photos of Tae and Jennie to fuel a dating rumor. I haven't seen anyone trying to prove the Jennie and Rose photo is fake, that someone took photos of them separately and edited them together. Everyone simply acknowledges it's them. So this points to the actual problem fans had up until now, which was simply not wanting to acknowledge that two people are dating. The more they denied that, the more photos kept leaking. As fans that call for the protection of Tae and Jennie, unfortunately their priorities in the beginning were those of typical stans who cannot accept even the possibility of them being in a relationship. So now it lead to this point.

Hybe doesn't need to make any statement, unless they want to publicly acknowledge that the dating rumor is true or not, which then again, it's not something that is mandatory. Not saying anything could mean different things, especially compared to their approach towards dating rumors in general, which were quickly denied. They are not doing it now, especially since it's way bigger than some article on Pann based on imaginary lovestagram. So perhaps they simply don't want to get involved or Tae himself doesn't want for any statement to be made. We can't possibly know. My point is, fans demanding Hybe to speak up about the leaks of Jennie's photos is not realistic because it concerns an artist from another company.

The situation is still unfolding and everyday now, something else may come up, which is a scary thought. I feel sorry for Jennie because someone hacking a phone and reveal private photos is not something that anyone wants, especially in the context of the world to see. I hope something gets done as soon as possible and as much as I wish this could be a learning lesson for those who are first and foremost more concerned about their idol dating and not about how that information got out, but I'm not getting my hopes up.

[alemamani]

NAME: Alejandra Mamani

AGE: Thirty

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis female ; she/her

OCCUPATION: Concert pianist & composer

BIRTHPLACE: Barranquilla, Colombia

NEIGHBORHOOD: Rittenhouse

LENGTH OF TIME IN PHILADELPHIA: 4 years

“In short: I felt my existence was tainted, in some subtle but essential way.”

ABOUT:

Trigger Warnings: accident, injury, depression

By the age of two she could play the piano and she could read music before she could read words. 

Was homeschooled.

At four years of age she’d already begun improvising on the piano, and just a year later she’d composed her first sonata. 

The term prodigy was attached to Alejandra and her name rose to fame in her home country of Colombia, performing on grand stages and television. 

By the age of ten she’d composed her first full-length opera and began performing piano concertos around the world on all the biggest stages. She was winning awards and hearts, receiving multiple standing ovations, and slowly lost sight of what it was to be a kid.

When she was sixteen, Alejandra was admitted to the conducting degree at the University of Music and Performing Arts Vienna, her entire family moved abroad with her as she continued her climb to greatness and history.

Reaching her teenage years, Alejandra really began to feel boxed in by the focus on her age and the comparisons she received to the likes of legendary piano powerhouses. What she wanted desperately was to be her own person and for audiences and critics alike to focus on her music rather than anything else. In the media the attention she received was more about the astonishment of her age than the actual accomplishments, and the never ending comparisons to other pianists and composers wore on the thick skin she had yet to build. 

The world constantly questioned and tested her talents and despite her achievements, Alejandra was always having to prove herself.

Upon graduation and the completion of another world tour, Alejandra and her family left Austria. Returned to Colombia, the young twenty-something rebelled against her constantly scheduled and very structured life. 

Aching for some independence and to experience many of the things she’d always catch her friends posting on Instagram about, she ran off with her best friend. They drove north to America on a loosely mirrored Thelma and Louise adventure sans the crime, and Alejandra stayed on the road living in one place or another for a couple to a few months at a time. 

She dated, got drunk at a bar, went off-roading in the desert, knew what it was to feel the rush of fleeting things when young and wild. 

Eventually Alejandra made her way home and sought the forgiveness of her parents, who had been terrified of her tarnishing her image or somehow falling from grace in her career.

Before her move to Philadelphia, Alejandra had played on the biggest and most famed stages around the world, but she wanted a break from constantly touring and always being on the go. 

An arrangement was made with the Philadelphia Orchestra for Alejandra to perform a residency, where she’d compose concertos and operas for a set number of shows a year. 

The first year of shows had been so successful that a further contract had been set for an additional two years. 

Alejandra played her heart out and composed music from her soul, finding escape into it when heartbreak turned her world upside down for a while. Some reviews even said that she gave her most passionate performances during that time.

With an unfaithful ex in her wake, Alejandra was ready to do some touring again. 

Philadelphia had begun to feel a little suffocating due to the wounds her heart had taken on. However, it was an escape from the limelight that could potentially cost her everything. 

A runaway trip to the alps with a few friends she was involved in an accident that hurt her left hand. She did everything she could to avoid surgery but her hand wouldn’t get any better, the joints ached at just about any pressure and movement. 

It was risky, undergoing surgery that could completely put an end to the one thing that truly moved her in life, but little by little improvement has begun to give Alejandra hope. 

Depression took her down hard, suddenly thrust into the world of what if she couldn’t play the piano anymore. What would she do with her life then? It’s something she struggles with as she tries to push healing with big contracts and opportunities looming.

POTENTIAL CONNECTIONS:

Case of the ex — Her first experience at love and a committed relationship. They began dating shortly after she arrived in Philadelphia and were together just over two years until they were unfaithful to her. In the period following the breakup and heartbreak, some reviews claimed she gave some of her most passionate performances.

Art lovers unite — One Ale’s favorite things to do is visit art galleries and openings. Having friends or some fellow appreciators to attend these events would be ideal for her. Someone/s she could talk with about the art and even better if they could teach her things about it!

Free concerts — A neighbor that gets to hear Ale at her piano regularly as she practices and composes music. As a world class musician it’s a real treat to not have to pay the ticket prices for her concertos.

Tinderly — Since her break up nearly two years ago Ale’s friends have persuaded her to make a Tinder profile and she occasionally goes on dates. She loves dating and loves meeting people. They don’t always go well but can be fun! Gender doesn’t matter!

Siblings — The Mamani family has always been close and Ale’s siblings often traveled with her when she was younger for shows. Having one or both in Paris would be amazing!

[adrianasunderworld]

Also, shortly talking about Pokémon violet, but no spoilers. It’s open world-esque, right? Well. That’s good and all. But ya know what else is good? Actually knowing where the heck you are. Even in the older Pokémon games, I consistently got lost. It’s even worse now.

Some other news, I somehow got a shiny in the first, like, 2 or so hours of playtime??

But back to the other thing. Im lost. Im so lost. Maps can only help so much. If I went to NRC, I would never know where I am. I get lost in the woods around Ramshackle. I get lost in the library. I get lost going to the bathroom. Help. Im so friggin lost. Im just calling for Deuce in the middle of the rose garden at Heartslabyul for him to come get me (cause even though he may also get lost, he cares enough and won’t pick at me for my lacking sense of direction). I somehow ended up on a roof looking for the mirror chamber?? I somehow ended up back at the mines while looking for the sports field???!?!!

I’m more trouble than Kalim throwing a party when it comes to directions. Don’t ask me how I got somewhere because it’s very likely going to be the same answer every single time. “I don’t heckin know?!”

- SpadeHearts Anon

Congrats on the shiny, friend. May many more that you want come your way. 🍾

But NRC just by judging the map is a huge ass place. I can imagine it takes a while to get your bearings and remember where everything is. Not to mention all the dorms are big sprawling estates all on their own. Students probably get lost in the Heartslybul hedge maze alone every damn day. Heartslybul in general looks confusing as hell to navigate just by virtue of it being and Alice in Wonderland dorm.

[ovaryacted]

Dad!Leon Headcanons With His Son

Alright so this was based on an ask I got from this generous anon, and I just wanted to give my thoughts their own post considering how long this ended up being.

1.6k words. | cw: mentions of alcoholism & emotional abuse

Now as a disclaimer, I would never headcanon Leon as someone abusive or negligent, especially to his kids if he had any. He would rip his heart out and bleed for his family if that was what was necessary, and I think he would be a dedicated father. But that is not to say that he wouldn’t have a fuck ton of trauma surrounding his role as a parent and having a family in the first place. So, these will just be my own headcanons of what I imagine happened to Leon during his childhood and how they translated into fatherhood.

Bringing it back to Leon’s childhood, he was always considered a mama’s boy. His mom was sweet, kind, and gentle, always made him smile and feel cared for. He got most of his features from his mom, stole her whole face, and took her moles and her eyes with him. He was just always attached to her and loved her dearly.

But his dad? That was a whole different story.

His father wasn’t necessarily abusive in terms of physical, but he wasn’t a good parent to Leon. He was a drunk and an asshole, always critiquing Leon for being too soft or emotional. His father would also blame his mom often for raising him in such a way, thinking that the world would tear his son apart because it isn’t a kind place for those who are weak.

Of course, you have to consider the time Leon was raised in, this is just American culture that heavily emphasizes the patriarchal gender roles in the nuclear family dynamic. With rose-tinted glasses, Leon’s family appears to be your ideal white picket fence American household. But behind closed doors, Leon often gets treated like an emotional punching bag to his father’s problems. Whether it be the stress of his job or paying off the mortgage, somehow Leon was the common dominator to all of his father’s issues.

Leon grew up detached from his father, thinking that his dad hated him, didn’t want him, or had a certain disdain towards him. He’ll try to talk to his dad, try to ask him to hang out, to do the things fathers and sons do in the neighborhood, but his voice often goes unheard. So instead, his mother is the sole guardian that he builds a relationship with, along with his grandmother (his mom’s mom) whom he visits from time to time.

He grows accustomed to that severed relationship with his dad, and his biggest fear is ending up like him. He never wants that to happen, so he tries his hardest to maintain the goodness that’s left of him from when his mother raised him. After his parents die, gruesomely and in front of him, he gets put into the foster care system. He jumps from household to household, some worse than others, but he managed to do well in school and go to the police academy.

Leon was excited, thinking that he finally had a way out of the mess that was his life and that he’d have a chance at stability. But no, he finds himself in an absolute shit show when he’s caught in Raccoon City, and any freedom or innocence he may have had is stripped away from him before he realizes what is happening. As a result, Leon has no choice but to be groomed into this killing machine he never wanted to be in the first place, and the things his time in the military engrained into him only reiterated the same hyper-masculine patriotic bullshit his father would say to him. He had to become strong and grow thick skin because he could no longer be soft, he had to learn to survive out in the real world. 

So to cope, he turns to alcohol. It washes away his feelings and keeps those nagging thoughts away but it’s hard to move on from the survivor’s guilt that eats away at his spirit. It’s during one particularly bad night that he takes one good look in the mirror and realizes that for the first time, he sees his father in his reflection instead of his mom. It scares the shit out of him and shakes him to his core, afraid that he’s already grown rotten from all the alcohol he’s consumed over the years.

I think that fear of ending up like a piece of shit the way his dad was will translate over to when he ends up having his son, and it’ll stick even after he goes to therapy and gets his shit together. He’s still a loving and active parent, always has been since he knew he was expecting a child, and that love doesn’t go away. But there are instances where his “tough love” comes out, where he fears his son’s softness will put him in the same precarious situations Leon found himself in one too many times. In the early stages, he’s careful with his baby boy, the urge to protect him was strong as it would be considering everything he’s lost and gone through. All Leon wants to do is to keep the innocence and purity his son has for as long as he can, the same way his mother tried to do with him when he was young.

However, his love for his child changes as he grows older. Unlike Leon who looked more like his mom, his son is Leon’s carbon copy and it haunts him. It’s like looking into a mirror, and it genuinely scares him. After that realization, he’ll indirectly instill tough love over time. His kid is emotional like him, given his general curiosity and perceptiveness, things that were taken away from Leon before he could fully appreciate them. To protect that, he’d try to tell his kid the reality of the world, of his world, and try to harden him because our reality is not built to protect good people. Still, Leon tries to be there for his son, he does, but it grows difficult when he sees just how much his son resembles himself.

He breaks down the day he makes his son cry because he raised his voice a little too high. He saw how his child’s face grew pink and his blue eyes were watery with tears, watched as he ran towards you, and sought comfort in your arms. The act was the same thing Leon used to do when his father yelled at him or scolded him. At that moment, Leon hated himself, and tried to apologize to his son but he just wasn’t receptive to his words or actions. His fear of being rejected by his own kid, the same way his father did to him, eats at him to the point of making him nauseous.

That night, Leon cries in bed, not being able to say anything besides falling into his self-deprecating mindset that he’s failed as a parent, that he’s fucked up the one good thing he had in this world outside of his partner. All because he was terrified that this world would hurt his child the way it has hurt him.

Eventually, he does go to apologize to his kid when he’s ready to communicate properly and when his son isn’t as upset. He sits down next to him in bed, asks him how he is, and gives his child the opportunity to talk first before he says anything as an adult. He remembers in one of his therapy sessions that it was important to let his child talk about his intense emotions and work through them instead of bottling them inside, something he wasn’t given the grace to explore in his youth. Leon listens, simply shuts his mouth, and lets his son talk no matter how ridiculous it may sound. But it was one question that pierced his heart.

“Dad, do you hate me?”

It was like a knife was stabbed into his gut and dragged up towards his chest. The words burned his soul, and in the back of his mind, it was like his memories played on screen. Laced with his son’s voice was his own, and he saw himself asking his father the same question all those years ago. His dad nursed a beer bottle, absentmindedly watching the TV screen in the torn-up armchair. His father didn’t give him an answer, simply getting up and walking to the kitchen to get another beer. Leon remembered the hurt, remembered the way his father’s dismissiveness felt because his silence was his answer, and he started to choke up as it hit him full force.

He blinked a couple of times and refocused on his son’s expression, how he was already teary-eyed. Leon simply shakes his head, feeling himself about to cry and his voice shaking as he speaks.

“No, I don’t hate you, I could never hate you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me”

He tells his son the things he wishes his father told him, reminding him how proud he is and how much he loves him. He does try to explain that he only wants what’s best for his child, that he wants him to understand that sometimes the world won’t always be a happy place and to be prepared for that. Regardless, he tries to keep his son’s innocence intact as much as he can without triggering his own traumas. 

It takes a while for the relationship he had with his son to be fully repaired and go back to a point where they could grow. At times it can be hard, always looking at a reflection of himself. It was like loving his son helped Leon heal his inner child, something else he learned in therapy that he keeps in the back of his mind. He’s a good dad, better than his father ever could or wanted to be, but he has his moments where he frequently doubts his efforts, always questioning if he’s repeating the same mistakes his father made. Leon made a promise, he vowed he wasn’t going to end up like his father, and would give his son the same kindness and love his mother once did. That was a promise he intended to keep, and he didn’t plan to break it anytime soon. 

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