#R.I.P Front door
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Be SO funny if it was happening to someone else
Nah Mom said breaking the door down was one thing but sneaking out? Come on Terri, priorities.
#choices stories you play#choices#pixelberry#playchoices#choices ceri#immortal desires 2#choices immortal desires#immortal desires#choices crimes of passion#crimes of passion#R.I.P front door
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new look | lee jeno
synopsis in which you become acquainted with your boyfriend’s new haircut
genre nonidol!au, fem!reader, established relationship, and fluff
warnings reader is a bit bratty, pet names (baby, pretty), and a man having the audacity to cut his hair instead of growing it out :((
word count less than 1k
a/n wrote this as a love letter to the legendary jullet (jeno mullet) BUT also an appreciation of his short cut because i think he’s rocking it right now. though nothing, and i mean not one thing, can touch the hot sauce jullet (r.i.p bby)
Trust, Jeno knew the weight of this situation. Your attachment to his hair was no secret between the two of you. You loved it. Threading your fingers in the hairs around the nape of his neck, continuously running your hands through his raven locks, attentively fixing the lengthy strands that fell into place in front of his sight. Sure, in your lonesome together, your hands were always on Jeno but your number one comfort place was having a hand constantly glued to his hair.
“___, baby, please open the door,” Jeno pleaded, gently laughing against the wood of your bedroom door. Of course there was a way he could finesse the knob himself but he found your unnecessary, yet completely anticipated temper tantrum— cute.
“No!”
“Baby,” Jeno bit back laughter, pressing his freshly exposed forehead to the door.
“How could you do this to me?!” Though muffled, he heard your dramatic query. His shielded laughter pushed its way past his lips, leaving you to hear his harmonious snickering as you stood on the opposite side of the threshold.
“What was that, pretty?” Jeno’s smile stretched, expecting his question would pressure you to let him in. The stretch of his lips could only double when he heard the lock click— stepping a few paces back for your reappearance just before your exasperated face was peeking through the minor crack you purposefully left in the door.
“I said,” you began. “How could you do this to me?” You whined, the sight of your boyfriend promptly making you upset all over again.
Jeno chuckled at your state, taking you the least bit seriously. “You’re being dramatic,” he countered.
Before you could hide from him again, Jeno wedged his hand between the door and the sill. Obviously, you were no match against his strength so you gave up control over the door without a fight.
“Thank you, finally.” Jeno smiled triumphantly, his tone dripping in sarcasm as he stepped into your shared bedroom where you had been hiding yourself for the past half hour upon witnessing his new haircut.
You presented yourself as less than ecstatic to see him, to say the least. By the time Jeno had entered, you were already shrouding yourself with your comforter to avoid him once more.
A sigh left Jeno while he wondered to himself how long you two were going to play this game. “Pretty, you can’t still be upset…” slowly, Jeno crept over to the edge of the bed to sit next to your hidden form.
He heard you huff from underneath the blankets before you quickly flipped it off your head. “Well I am.” And your head was covered again.
“You don’t like it?” Jeno probed you, of course he knew what your answer was but playing with you was just so much fun.
Like a game of catch-a-mole, your head peaked from beneath the covers like before to deliver him a quick qip but this time your boyfriend was time enough, catching the comforter with his hand to keep your pouty face in view.
“Jeno,” you cried.
“___,” Jeno mocked your whiny tone, maneuvering up the bed to hover over you. Though you feigned discontent with your boyfriend, you’d be stupid to ignore the kiss he pressed to your lips. You allowed your lips to mesh, it was swift, but effective in turning your once rigid form into something like jelly.
He pulled back, his handsome face still peering down over your own.
“Jeno,” you parroted yourself, this time your voice was softer as you reached a hand up to gently brush against his newly chopped fringe.
“Yes, pretty?”
You sighed at the usage of your nickname, it was twisted that he knew exactly how to use it to his advantage. Wordlessly, your opposite hand came to grip at the front of Jeno’s shirt, effectively pulling him down on top of you. He followed through, giggling as he situated his weight comfortably overtop of you.
This new position allowed you to adjust yourself along the crook of Jeno’s neck. “I don’t hate it,” you reluctantly whispered into his skin.
Shocked, Jeno changed the angle to where your faces were nearly touching. “No?” He whisper-shouted.
“No.” You giggled at the sight of his wide, stunned eyes, your hand still roaming the expanse of his cut.
Jeno smiled at this, bringing his lips back to your own and inevitably closing the gap between you. This time you gave more of yourself to him, arching your front into his. Sighing when you felt his hand place itself along your side.
He cut the kiss short once again, your faces still close as ever.
“I happen to like it. It suits you,” you admitted shamefully, it was disappointing to yourself that you had caused all this uproar to finalize that the change, though drastic and sudden, wasn’t all that bad.
It framed his face and highlighted his sculpted features. Lord knows he was still as handsome as ever, and this new cut gave you more opportunity to marvel at him. Though your fingers had less to work with, you were still able to play in it nonetheless.
“Thank you, baby.” Freshly flustered with your change in tune, Jeno pressed a peck to your nose, garnering a giggle from you.
“No problem.”
With your situation finally reaching a resolution, Jeno situated himself to lay on his side, holding onto you while his head was placed on your chest. Giving you the perfect opportunity to let your fingers linger in his hair like you’ve become accustomed to.
“More than my mullet?” Jeno mused.
“Don’t push it.”
© jigueminunbich 2024
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Ow!...oops
Headcanons
How would TR boys react to you hitting them after they scare you
Characters: Souya (Angry) Kawata, Nahoya (Smiley) Kawata, Manjiro (Mikey) Sano, Ryuguji (Draken) Ken
Warnings: Jumpscare you won't see, fluff, humor(?)
A/n: I accidentally scared myself and came up with this. Please give me ideas I don't have any🙏🙏
Souya Kawata
Baby boy
Literally didn't mean to scare you
Scared himself
He was just running to leave school since Toman had an urgent meeting, and you just HAD to walk the same corridor at the same time.
Screamed when he took a turn on the staircase and saw you
You screamed when he screamed
And punched him.
😟....
Say sorry rn.
I mean it.
Literally was about to cry.
"Why are you crying????"
"I'M SOWWY– (y'all remember that manga panel LMAO) I DIDN'T MEAN TO SCARE YO–"
"SOUYA CALM DOWN"
If his brother finds out
Lol
R.i.p
You will be missed
Just give him kisses, and he'll be fine
Also give him bonus cuddles
Just because he's Souya <3
Nahoya Kawata
Not baby boy
Mf did that on purpose
Made you watch a horror film
At his house
Late at night
With a storm happening
🤡
Asshole? Asshole.
Watched the movie 3 times to remember when the jumpscares happen
Probably pissed himself 5 times whilst doing so
When one was about to happen, he excused himself to go to the bathroom.
Bathroom my ass
After like a minute of being gone, he quietly creeped behind the couch so he could scare you EXACTLY when the jumpscare occurred
Managed to do it
You got so scared when he grabbed your shoulders that with all your strength, you grabbed him by the arms and flipped him over your head on the ground in front of you
Near broke the damn coffee table
He was like "😃....😧"
His smile dropped
"Y/n what the fuck."
WDYMMM
Then he got up and sat on the couch next to you
"...."
"...."
He started laughing
Kick him in the balls pls
Manjiro Sano
Now this
This is bullshit
Didn't even feel bad about it
Y'all we're just laying in his bed
Minding your own damn business
When he decided
"Your business? Nah, mine."
He screamed
Yep
Out of nowhere, he let out the most blood curling, teeth gritting, toe gripping scream you heard
You screamed too
Y'all were probably screaming for a solid 5 minutes before Shinichiro- Oh wait, he's dead - Emma came up to shut your mouths.
He had the worst smile plastered on his face
You punched his dick
Full on
With all your might
He screamed
Again
And you laughed
Who's the asshole now?
Ryuguji Ken
Man how do I start here
You don't even know why he did it
He doesn't know why he did it
"I wanted to have some fun."
Did you pull that excuse out your ass?
Probably
You were sleeping peacefully
An angel in his eyes
But he didn't give a fuck
Put on the cheapest, most fake ass clown mask he could find and stood in front of you
Leaned a little too far and lost balance
Fell on top of you
You woke up from the air being knocked out of your lungs
You looked at him
He looked at you
"Y/n—"
Bam boom
Punched him right in the nose and ran away
He removed the mask and ran after you
Jokes on him you were standing behind the door with a bat
BAM
Right in the head
"DRAKEN?!"
You're the reason he's dead.
#nahoya kawata x reader#tokyo revengers#x reader#nahoya kawata#draken#draken x you#tokyo revengers sano manjiro#mikey x reader#souya kawata#souya x reader#smiley#smiley x reader#angry#angry x reader#manjiro sano x you#ken ryuguji#ken ryuguji x reader#headcanon#tokyo revengers headcanons
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Yandere slasher/nearsighted darling - Roomies
Warning: supposedly yandere
So apparently the person you talked to last night was NOT your roomie, because her corpse was found 10 feet away from the house, hanged and gutted like a fish. You learned this the morning after, when a police officer knocked on your door which prompted you to wake up scrambling for your glasses, the interrogation was nerve wracking considering you just woke up and was immediately told that your roommate died. Luckily, you were able to explain where you were and what you were doing during the time she got slaughtered, it was around the same time you were on the phone with your friend, just moments before you made dinner. Still, you think the police consider you as a suspect considering your roommate died the day you finally moved in. Wait, who was that guy anyway? Shit, you forgot to tell the police officer about them.
You would be lying if you said you were sad, scared yes, but sad? Not really, you just met her after all, and the only time that you met it was when she ignored you after opening the front door. But now you’re in a small dilemma, should you live alone and bear the rent all by yourself or find a roomie to split the bills?
…
Yeah no, you can’t afford to rent the whole house, not only that, you barely know anyone in the town and your way around it. Maybe it’s better to find a new roomie, hopefully they are better than your old one, R.I.P to her…you didn’t even know her name, and now you feel horrible.
Shaking your head, you open your laptop to write an advertisement for a roommate, listing down the price for their part of the pay and other details. After pressing send you get up from your seat, you go downstairs to make some lunch for yourself, I should start finding a job… Which you did after eating your lunch. The day goes by without a hitch and you’re honestly glad about that, still, it’s pretty weird knowing that a murder happened so near the house. Ah, you should lock the doors and windows before going to bed.
Lost in your thoughts you almost didn’t notice the doorbell ringing. Confusion turned into worry as you did not expect anybody today, especially 7pm at night, is it the person from last night? You shook your head and walked towards the door, looking at the peephole to see who it was. A random guy is on your front porch! What the fuck? Your first reaction was to panic but you were able to calm yourself, maybe the guy just needed help, that’s all.
The door opens with a slight creak and the person behind the door peers between the crack, eyes darting towards the man. “Do you need anything sir…?”
“I’m here for the ad for a roommate? Is this the right house?”, Look at you, so nervous, so adorable. His expression is one of politeness but inside, the urge to kill you right here is winning against his plan to let you live and use you as an alibi of sorts. But when you fully open the door and greet him with a smile, the latter won without question…That was too quick of a decision, even for him. Whatever, you’ll be more useful alive anyways
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MC5 Co-founder and Leader Wayne Kramer Dies at 75
Wayne Kramer, the guitarist, singer and songwriter who co-founded and fronted the massively influential MC5, has died, his family said.
Kramer, who reformed the band in 2018 after a stint in prison in the 1970s and subsequent solo career, was 75 and died Feb. 2 from pancreatic cancer, the family’s statement said.
“He will be remembered for starting a revolution in music, culture and kindness,” the family said.
Alice Cooper mourned his “longtime friend - and sometimes collaborator” on social media: “Wayne Kramer. R.I.P.”
“He was my favorite person in the world,” Jill Sobule said of Kramer. “So beloved. I was lucky to have him in my life.”
Outside of his music career, Kramer founded Jail Guitar Doors, which provides acoustic guitars to incarcerated people.
“Rest in power to a brother who dedicated his life to being part of the solution,” Third Man Records said in a statement.
The MC5 released three LPs during its initial 1969-1972 run and is best known by the public for “Kick out the Jams.” Musicians felt the impact more deeply.
A “saddened” Vernon Reid ticked off Kramer’s many guises: “Punk-rock pioneer. Inmate-rights reformer. Author. Human-rights activist. Anti-violence advocate. Guitar badass. And major dude.”
Kramer was “the greatest man I’ve ever known,” Tom Morello said, adding that every time he’s in the studio, “the rawest, fastest track ha(s) the working title ‘MC5.’”
“Whenever and wherever any of us kick out the jams, Brother Wayne will be right there with us,” Morello said.
Or as the Dictators put it: “No MC5, no Dictators.”
2/2/24
#wayne kramer#mc5#alice cooper#kick out the jams#jill sobule#vernon reid#living colour#the dictators#third man records#jail guitar doors#tom morello#rage against the machine
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. * ･ ｡ﾟ☆ Happy Fools σ*。・゜+.*
Kang Taehyun x Black.FemReader
Warnings: Drunk/Drinking, Injuries to the reader, potential spelling errors.
A/n: I have a whole abundance of TXT stories coming out...Because I want to and also, to cope with the fact that I can't go to their concert 🥲 Yes R.I.P. me, anyway— please do enjoy.
Wordcount: Around 1k
You were nuzzled into Taehyun's back, slightly kicking your legs as he hoisted you up on his back. "Y/n? Everything ok?"
"Mhm",You giggled. You two went on a date today, unfortunately your heels gave you blisters. Though you smiled through the pain a couple of times. Taehyun would eventually catch on very quickly. Taking a stroll along the sidewalk, he scooped you up so suddenly. People around were starting to look,"T-Tae?"
He only smiled at you, bringing you to a nearby bench. He sat you down and told you to wait there for a minute. "I'll be right back Love." He went into a convenience store next to it bringing out some slides. Thats when you knew you were in for a slight scolding. Kneeling in front of you, he removed your heels and placed them to the side. Taehyun looked up at you for a good few seconds before—
"So..."
"So?",You looked around pretending to look for something.
"Mm-mm, eyes on me." You didn't listen, you kept facing the opposite direction. Taehyun just smirked and continued. "Fine then Love, im sure you know what im going to say anyway..." still remaining silent as he changed your shoes.
You quietly responded,"Okay.." How embarrassing! You wanted to cry a little. Taehyun was gentle handling you, though no matter where he moved your feet, there was a stinging pain that followed. You winced, placing your hand over your mouth. You didn't want to draw anymore attention then you had. "Y/n, no more heels for dates, okay?"
"I love that you want to dress beautiful for me, but If it means giving yourself blisters and injuring yourself- don't worry so much about it."
"But Tae!" He stood shaking his head,"Mm-mm! No Buts! I don't want my Love injured and unable to walk for such a silly reason." Holding out his hand to you, you nodded as you latched onto him and he pulled you to your feet. You clung to him, finally having some relief on your feet yet, at the same time pain still shot through your veins.
"Should I carry you again?"
You panicked,"No, No, No! I-It's fine. I'll be okay, im probably heavy anyway." In reality you just didn't want him to worry about you, you felt like you ruined the date. Though, Taehyun never never put it on pause or on hold for the day. He briskly swept you up once more, so smoothly. Your arms naturally act, locking around his shoulders and neck. "You're as light as a feather." Spinning you around a few times you press your face into his chest,"Tae- You're embarrassing me, people are starting to stare..."
"Let'em." He confidently stated before walking to your next date destination. As he walked, you remembered,"Wait! My heels!"
Taehyun laughed, squeezing your shoulder in reassurance,"Leave it, I'll buy you a new pair."
Which leads you to the present, after your final date destination at the restaurant. After a couple of drinks, you're a little dazed.
"Taehyun My handsome hunk!!" ,You sang against his shoulder.
"Yess? What is it~."
"Where are we going?" ,You hiccuped.
Taehyun chuckled,"Well my lovely flower...I'm taking you home."
In your drunken state you hug him tighter, causing him to gasp for air,"C-Carefull where you put your Arms Baby."
"Sorrrryy-",you slur causing him to chuckle. Finally reaching your apartment, Taehyun opens your door before gently setting you down on your couch. He left your side momentarily, to get some water for you before coming back.
Taehyun leans over you as you gaze up at him,"Wanna sit up for me?" You nodded,"Oh yep! Anything for you." You slurred as you quickly sat up saluting at Taehyun. He laughed at your silliness. Handing you the glass of water he watched you as you drank some. Then slowly, you ended up slumped against Taehyun's shoulder. He smiled, throwing an arm around you. His thumb stroking your upper arm. "You okay Y/n?"
"Yeah..", you replied. "Good, are you ready for bed? I don't want you to have a bad hangover", he stated as he gently got up and off the couch. You stood up, "Um.." Catching Taehyun off guard, "Hm?"
"Im sorry." Taehyun tilled his head to the side a bit confused.
Your eyes gaining more shine by the flood of tears building up. "I ruined our date", you whimpered. Taehyun springing to his feet, getting eye-level with him. "Hey, Look! You didn't ruin anything Y/n!"
Your hands find temporarily hiding your face from him. "But I made you upset." Taehyun feeling a bit guilty,"No not at all Y/n! I was just concerned for your health."
Your fingers grazing the skin of you face, wiping your tears a way a little. "Are you sure you're not mad", you drunkenly sniffled. He smiled brightly, wiping your tears,"Yes I promise."
You pout standing before Taehyun, lip quivering and all. After a small and brief moment of silence, you throw your arms around Taehyun. "I LOVE YOU !", You wailed crying.
Taehyun laughs with adoration. He sighs happily, wrapping an arm around you. His hand softly rubbing your shoulder, "I love you too Y/n..", he cooes.
You felt your legs leaving the ground, looking up to find yourself once again In Taehyun's arms. Now face to face with him, he leans in close; kissing your forehead.
"Now, Lets get you to bed Y/n."
Written May 17th 2023
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I would like to request a Oneshot with Charles when you're Jules Bianchi's daughter but you where only 2 weeks old when he crashed as Camille couldn't take care of you alone the
Leclerc's decided of you the whole family loves you unconditionally especially Charles when you say his name as you're first word he promised you that he will do everything that you're safe and happy.With every centimeter you grow Charles love for you grows double so much you're his everything he couldn't think living without you. When you and Charlotte met she couldnt help but fall in love with you with the time you three become a little family. One day when you're 16 you come home with honey blonde hair and soft curls Charles which sits on the couch with Charlotte which try's to calm down they're youngest child while they're 3 year old runs around like crazy and refuses to take a nap he almost chocks on his water if he wouldn't know better he would think Camille just came trough this door he's used to you looking like Jules you always did but with the hair he sees how much you actually look like you're Mum he's shocked you could have dyed you're hair as red as his Ferrari and he couldn't have been angry at you which would get Charlotte riled up but this still would have been better then this he never could be angry at you for long you’re just an sweetheart he often asks himself how its possible that you always where an absolute angel while his own kids drive him absolutely crazy as you see the shocked expressions of Charlotte and Charles you decide to go again atleast you take the whining 3 year old with you Charles is still shocked as Charlotte tells him that she knows that he's angry because vou dyed vou're hair without permission of course she doesn’t see the real problem she never knew Camille he can’t help but tell her that he can't help but tell her that his fucking problem isnt that you dyed you're hair without permission but that you look like you're Mum and that everyone which knew you’re parents and especially Jules Parents with which you’re supposed to spend the weekend with will get an heart attack when they see you.Later the day you’re on the couch reading you’re book Charles can’t help but take an picture of you sending it to Lorenzo from which he only gets an „Holy F*ck“ back when you’re in You’re room he can’t help but put up an photo of Camille showing it to Charlotte so that she understands why he reacted this way its the first time she ever saw a picture of you’re mum and her eyes get big like bowling balls.❤️
A little late but In Honor of our Hero !! R.I.P Jules 🕊
Walking through the front door , you run a hand through your freshly done hair.
Quite spontaneously you decided to change your hairdo , seeing as a child you never messed with it in respect for your father.
However , you realized remaining disappointed and insecure about your hair just to please everyone else around you who used you as a Jules reminder wouldn’t make him happy.
Your dad would want you to live life to its fullest and make decisions that make you happy.
Entering the living room you spot the people you’ve been calling family for your entire life.
Charles was on the couch on his phone while Charlotte was playing with baby Jules Jr.
Lifting up his eyes from the phone , Charles goes to greet you , quickly shutting his mouth and looking at you like you grew two heads.
“What do you think ?” you ask , a bit anxious for his reply. The monegasque has always been there for you , treating you as if you were his own. His opinion really mattered for you.
At your question Charlotte lifts her eyes , squealing in excitement “Wow , you look amazing sweets. Blonde hair really suits you”
You smile at her , still waiting for Charles’s response.
He got up from his spot on the couch , his phone long forgotten. Stopping right in front of you , his hand reached to play with one of your curls
“What did you do ?” Charles muttered, more shocked than angry. He loved Camile with his whole heart but in his eyes you would always resemble Jules.
Taking his surprise as anger, you took a step back , a hand anxiously running through your hair. “I needed a change”
“Why ?”
At his question you can feel tears winding up into your eyes , afraid you disappointed him.
“You don’t like it ?”
Charles sighed , running a hand through his own hair “I- uh I don’t know what to say . You look - I- um. I need a moment” and with that he exited the house.
Taking that as your cue , you ran up to your bedroom. Throwing yourself on the bed you broke down in tears.
Minutes later , you heard a knock before a very confused Charlotte stepped inside.
Sitting down on your bed , she gently stroked your hair “Hey , what was that all about ? I know it’s different but isn’t he overreacting a bit ?” She tried laughing to make the situation less tensed.
Without another word , you reached over into your dresser and pulled out a picture from your delivery.
There were Jules and Camile , your dad holding you close while your mum hugged both of you.
That’s when Charlotte understood. She gave you back the picture and hugged you.
Embracing her , you felt loved. She has always been there for you when you need a mother.
Pulling back , Charlotte wiped your tears “Don’t worry bean , he’ll come around. He just needs some time to adjust yeah ?”
With that she kissed your forehead and went to the door. Before exiting she took one more look at you “For what it’s worth , I think you look like the prettiest girl in the world”
~
A soft knock was heard at your door. It has been a few hours since the incident and you were getting ready for bed.
“Come in”
Inside came a much more relaxed Charles , his eyes raking over your face freezing you in your spot on the bed.
“Hey bean , can we talk ?”
Nodding , he closed the door gently as to not wake up Jules jr. Charles took a sit on your bed , his eyes staring straight into yours.
“I’m sorry for my reaction y/n. I was just … lost” one of his hands came up to caress your face “You remind me so much of him. It’s like a piece of him lives inside of you”
You smiled , loving the way Charles talked about your dad.
“God y/n , sometimes I’m afraid I’m disappointing him. Like today , I can’t even imagine how you must have felt and again I’m sorry”
“I think you look beautiful sweetheart. You look so much like both of them. Jules would be so proud of you bean”
Bolting out of your seat , you wrapped your hand tightly around him , hugging the man you see as your father close.
Charles embraced you back , placing a soft kiss to your head “I love you sweets”
“I love you too”
You remained like that for some time before pulling back and looking at each other.
Playing with a strand of your hair , Charles smiled “You look amazing. The hair really suits you”
“You don’t think I don’t resemble dad anymore ?”
“Oh no honey , you will always have his smile and his eyes but most importantly” he took another loving glance at you “you will always have his kind heart”
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Nick: (Pacing around the office, recounting several stories about reckless and stupid things Jasmine has done recently)
Ellie Perkins: (Drinking some coffee, nodding along while thinking that the apple hasn’t fallen far from the tree in this case)
Nick: “That’s not even the end of it! I warned that girl about going into the Milton Parking Garage because of the loose whack job who turned the place into a death trap but the more I talked about it the more she seemed to want to go in to catch this guy!”
Ellie Perkins: “Ya don’t say?” (Under her breath to herself) “Sounds pretty familiar….”
Nick: (Holds up a finger) “I turn my back for one second to talk with Preston and the next thing ya know X6 is behind me saying that my kid has just done the one thing I told her not to do and had decide to walk into the deathtrap because she wanted to “investigate” this so called maze!”
Ellie Perkins: (Overly dramatic gasp) “No- really?! Even though it was obviously a trap that had been set up and would most likely lead to her untimely death?!?”
Nick: (Doesn’t catch the biting sarcasm) “Yes! It was a trap laid out clear as day and the kid just moseyed on in there like she owned the place!”
Ellie Perkins: “Mhhhhhmmm!!! Is that so???” (Aggressively sips her coffee)
Nick: (Pinches the bridge of his nose) “I had to kick down the front door and drag Jazzy out by the heels because she wouldn’t come back! And the kid had the audacity to try and wave it off like she didn’t just give us all a heart attack in fear for her life!”
Ellie Perkins: “MHHHHHHMMMNNNN!” (Sips her coffee even more aggressively, almost breaking the handle with her grip)
Nick: (Shakes his head in exasperation) “The kid ain’t invincible and easily mendable no matter how big she talks herself up. One of these days her reckless behavior is gonna catch up to her- and that won’t be a pretty sight!”
Ellie Perkins: (Finally has her big moment after years of built up) “You feel like saying, “You keep laughing in deaths face, one day it’s going to laugh back,” to her to try and knock some sense into her stubborn little head?”
Nick: “YES! Exactly what I-!” (Realizes what she means by referring to that certain phrase and freezes)
Ellie Perkins: (Keeps going to drive in the point) “And it just annoys you to a deeper level whenever she does that confident little smirk juuuuust before she’s about to do something so stupidly reckless-…”
Nick: (Holds up a hand) “Alright, I see your point there, Ellie. I suppose I’m not the one who should be talking here….”
Ellie Perkins: (Grins smugly at him, folding her arms)
Nick: (Heavy sigh) “Yeah, yeah- get it all out of your system why doncha.” (Kicks his feet up on his desk, bracing for impact as he lights a cigarette)
Ellie Perkins: (Slams her hands down on the desk, almost quivering with anticipation) “I’ve been waiting a long damn time for this day to come, Valentine….”
(R.I.P Nicholas Valentine. He’s never hearing the end of this one from Ellie and he’s in for a long lecture)
#Jas was sitting grounded upstairs in her room with her headphones on.#She got an earful from Nick about what she did then was promptly told she had to stay home for a few days because she’s a safety hazard#She’s an hissy and huffy feral kitten now so she’s putting on her headphones and blasting music to ignore everyone#But that’s what you get when you charge head first into danger!#Your RoboDad puts you on desk duty and no matter how many pouty faces you make he won’t let up!#Although Nick might get grounded too by Ellie and sent up to join Jas in sulking in the corner.#Poor Ellie has to put with these two now at the same time. But at least she can rub it in whenever Nick complains.#Jasmine is more understandable. She’s a teen with thrill issues and no sense of self preservation cause she never learned#Nick on the other hand is a grown adult with years of life experience. And he can’t use the “I’m just an old bot” excuse anymore#He’s got a kid relying on him now. Plus a horde of other family members and friends#fallout#fallout 4#nick valentine#fo4#ellie perkins#fallout oc#fallout original character#fallout 4 oc#fallout 4 original character
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Hi there i was wondering if you could make and angsty one where ghost walks in on y/n with another member of 141
Angst!Ghost x Fem!Reader
Oneshot where Ghost walks in on you banging Soap and you profusely apologize.
You know its wrong and you know you shouldn't do it. You've gone through it before and you just can't help yourself. You think that Ghost would never find out. How are you so stupid, to think he would never find out. Especially because it was with Soap. His best friend.
Soap pushes you up against the wall and your passionately making out, and the thing is your like a numb shell. You can't help but think of Ghost while your standing here pushed against this Scottish God.
You somehow push things further. His hands slowly sliding down your pants and his hands pushing into your underwear. You feel his already slick fingers go inside you and you rest your head on his shoulder trying not to make a noise. You quietly moan into his shoulder as the pad of his thumb circles your clit.
"Shhh, nobody is allowed to hear you." Soap puts a finger to your lips in a shushing motion and you try to stop making noise but it's really hard when he's just so good with his hands.
You run your hands across the shaved part of his head in ecstacy. "Look it ya, all pretty for me." You moan out. Loud. And you see the door handle of the storage closet your in jiggle and all you can think is how much trouble your going to be in.
You and Soap quickly go hide behind a target that never gets used as the door opens. You notice that your clothes are still on the floor. For whoever it is to see them.
You can peak slightly from behind where you're hiding and you can see the large boots enter the room. The person bends down and their gloved covered hands grab your clothes. Then you see his face.
Ghost
And he knows those are your clothes because well you saw him earlier, and you had lied to him. Told him you were going to go do target practice or something like that.
"Y/N?" Ghosts voice sounds kind of shakey, like he's worried about you. He starts frantically looking around the room. And you see him shoving things over. You and Soap hold your breath hoping he doesn't come over here.
You squeeze your eyes shut just until your hear the object in front of you get pushed out of the way. Soaps arms wrapped around your waist you slowly open your eyes to see the slowly realizing one's of Ghost.
His fragile heart breaks right in front of your eyes. "Y/N..." His voice wavers. He tries to keep his composure but you know it's hard for him.
The thing is the two of you have had many conversations about him. And he had just recently opened up to you about his trust issues in relationships because nobody's every really truly been loyal. He told you that if you were unhappy to tell him. But you didn't. You just couldn't. And sitting here practically in Soaps lap while Ghost stares at the two of you, you feel terrible, awful even.
And now you know he's never going to trust you again. Infact this relationship is over, and you know it. He walks out of the room completely chill as if nothing happened. The only thing you could tell was wrong was the fact that he slammed the door. Hard.
You quickly put on your clothes and run out of the room not saying anything to soap. And you run down the hall towards Ghosts office hoping that maybe you can apologize to him.
You open the door slowly and you see him facing the wall. "Hey." You say quietly. He turns around in his chair. You can tell somethings wrong but he would never intend to show it. "Ghost, I'm sorry." You sound like your begging for his forgiveness and you sort of are.
"Y/N.." His voice is quiet. "We talked about this. I'm sorry but this relationship cannot continue." He sounds so serious. Not like you've ever heard him talk to you.
"If you just let me explain please!" You beg him practically on your knees.
"Fine, but be quick" His gaze is cold and you can tell whatever you're about to say isn't gonna be enough to change what you've done.
"You never touched me. Or gave me any attention what was I supposed to do? And, I'm kind of afraid to talk to you about these things." You shout at him. You don't know what else to do at this point.
"Its my fault you cheated? Okay then. I'm sorry Y/N, please get leave." His cold gaze piercing her soul.
"No! Thats not fair." You start to get louder and all he does is grab his pen and continue to do the paperwork that's stacked onto his desk. "Can't I get a second chance?" You ask calming yourself down but still clearly upset.
He puts the pen down and looks up at you slowly "No you can't, and I'll be transferring you to a different task force." He sort of glares at you and it takes you aback. A different task force? Can he even do that?
"What?" You ask as if you haven't heard him right.
"You heard me, now get out of my office Sergeant." He makes a leave motion with his hand and you leave his office.
I can't belive he did that. I even apologized to him. What a fucking asshole.
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I would like to personally apologize for this R.I.P
#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x you#cod mw ghost#ghost mwii#mw2 ghost#ghost simon riley#cod ghost#cod mwii#call of duty mw2
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Murayama Yoshiki X fem!reader
This is my first ever one shot I did. The character might be OOC and pls go easy with the critique since english also isn't my mother language ;) (the pic is from Pinterest)
'Oya High..'
You thought silently in your head.
"I'm home"
You said quite loud this time, catching few boys attention from the building that surround you.
"Oi! What are you doing here huh little girl?"
'How rude.. definitely need to be taught manners'
You thought again in your head. You're not much of a talker to stranger anyways, but it's otherwise when with someone you really close with.
You just keep walking into the building to the second floor where he definitely will always be. (Let's say it's on there bcs I don't really know how many floor Oya High has)
"Oi, oi, look who we have here"
A strange looking boy eyeing you up and down like a scanner machine. Kind of making you wanna punch him in disgust, but you can still hold your anger, for now.
"Please let me go, I have someone I want to meet right now"
Bowing slightly and pushing every handsy hand on you. (I hope you understand what I mean by handsy)
"Playing hard to get eh, little girl? You really are a brat"
He keep closing in your step and touching your shoulder from the back making you fasten up your pace and also making you losing some of your anger bar. If only they could see it so they won't mess with angry girl but sadly this world isn't some RPG game that could tell you so.
You're just one step to the sliding door and few seconds away from touching it, the rude boy pinned you to the near wall. (No pun intended)
'Kinky. But pass, not my type.'
You thought and tilting your head slightly to find a good spot to bit his hand.. and gotcha! You bit the spot and immediately kick him where the sun never shine, he let out the most inhuman sounds possible also earnings painful 'ooh's' and from the other whose watching.
'R.I.P balls'
You thought with a devilish grin and continue with sliding the door next to you, to be greeted by a sinful scene in front of your very own eyes
'Oh my God.. did I skip few chapters? Did I get punched and die and go to heaven?'
There he is, Murayama Yoshiki, your 2 years of a boyfriend. Even though you already have seen him without any clothes on quite long time ago, you still are mesmerized by his pretty toned body. The last time was a year ago before you have to follow your parents to (any favourite Japan's region, if it's Tokyo, let's say you're on a different decent school away from Oya)
"Yama?" "Y-Y/N..?"
You both calling for eachother.
"You and your bad habit of exposing your body when you're going on a rampage. Please, don't do that, I don't want you to be sick, okay? Yama?"
You button up his shirt up and waving your hand left and right at his stunned face.
"Is that really you? I'm not dreaming, right?"
He looked at you like a lost puppy, you cup his face and kissed his lips with a slight giggle.
"No, you're not, baby. I'm right here, no hologram, no hallucinations, I'm real"
His face and tip of his ear become slightly red and his eye start to glisten with tear and without no hesitation he kissed you passionately as if there's no tomorrow. You wiped his tears after the kiss.
"Welcome home"
He said simply and hugged you very gently yet tightly with his head buried on the crook of your shoulder.
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I love Cas but MC needs to stop following him. We always end up in trouble. First when we followed him to the fighting pit. Then when we followed him into town and now when we followed him to his old house.
#R.I.P Front door#choices stories you play#choices#pixelberry#playchoices#choices ceri#immortal desires 2#immortal desires mc#choices immortal desires#immortal desires#cas harlow
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The last remaining hours of Kureha Koizumi’s birthday was drawing near, and although Kureha wanted nothing more than to collapse on her bed, the ringing of the front doorbell was the intervention that wouldn’t allow Kureha to do so.
With a low groan, Kureha dragged herself to the door and peered through the peephole.
Well, whoever was just there was no longer around.
She opened the door fully and turned her head in all directions, only to find a palm-sized package plopped on the floor with an envelope taped to it.
Too tired to think it over, she picked them up and brought them inside.
As she dragged herself back to her room, she undid the ribbon from the package and peered inside the little box.
Inside was a knit… stuffed animal? In the shape of a black cat head and was no bigger than the size of her palm.
Kureha tore into the envelope, finding a letter addressed to her. But rather than being handwritten, it was entirely printed out.
“A Happiest of Birthdays and Holidays, My Dear.
Enjoy this little present that was handcrafted by every member of R.I.P Märchen. Miku Shirazuki dried out her own lavender petals for calming effects, Reiaki Suzubayashi designed the pouches herself. And I, Her Majesty, The Queen Card, sewed this together with my own two hands.
Use this hand warmer to help warm you up during these cold times. Please, do stop by our division sometime. There is quite a lot to offer over here. In the meantime, do be well, my subject.
With love,
R.I.P Märchen”
“Cute…” Kureha mumbled as she gently squeezed the small cat plush in her hands, she could faintly smell the lavender inside it and a wave of clam washed over her, how nice of one of the Minato teams to gift her something this nice. Kazu hopped up on the bed and started to sniff the cat head plush, letting out a soft “Mrrow?” Kureha smiled and scratched behind his ears and picked him up to snuggle with him (and the plush) on her bed, falling asleep only minutes later.
Thank you for the gift!
#hypmic oc#hypnosis mic oc#hypnosis mic#hypmic#hypnosis microphone#kureha koizumi#queen card#reiaki suzubayashi#miku shirazuki#minato division03#minato division#r.i.p. märchen#gift#happy birthday kureha 2023#merry christmas 2023
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can you do which tr characters would do this with y/n and how it would go??
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8JmRPXM/
This is a mess...
Characters: Keisuke Baji, Nahoya Kawata, Manjiro Sano
Warnings: None
—Keisuke Baji
He's down.
Ya'll tried baking a cake, with him only talking. His arms were behind his back where you were, and your arms were showing, as if it was his.
You had to stand on a small stool to be able to do this
The house was a mess
Cats were even stepped on
R.i.p
Baji instantly dropped the act and fell to his knees, babying the poor kitty
It's your fault Y/N
You're guilty
How dare you
After like.. 30 minutes, he let go
For his, yours, and the cats sake
It was barely able to breathe from his grasp
You continued on the trend
Then a fucking egg flew and hit Baji Jr. Number 28 in the head
Then a fucking Baji flew and grasped cat number 61 in his arms
See what I did there?
Cat? 61?
61?
I'm sorry (not)
In the end, like half of the egg shells got in the mix and you choked on one.
R.i.p Y/N
#deadfamilymoments 🍷🍷😍😜😜😜😜🍷😜🍷😜🍷🥱🍷
—Nahoya Kawata
He just KNEW
When you entered his room with a playful smile, he just got up, stretched and—
"Bring it on!"
Oh
My
God
Souya just gathered his shit and moved out
There was probably going to be a reported murder scene in there, and he doesn't want to be a suspect
Why?
Oh, because Nahoya probably saw someone he didn't like through the window and chased them with a knife
Anyway let's say it didn't happen
He wasn't taking it seriously AT ALL
You had to recharge your phone 3 times because its battery died
And his phone is so broken, your emo friend can't compete
You managed to season the noodles but when you tried to feed him
Ah... shit
You literally couldn't see from his big ass hair and were struggling behind him
He was laughing so hard that instead of biting the fork, he bit your arm
"YOU BUSTED ASS FUCK—"
He didn't care
He just took the bowl and went to eat it in the other room
You wanted revenge
You snuck out of the window, and busted from the front door, screaming
Guess who's noodles went flying in the air
And it landed on his hair
Let's say it was an interesting night
The next morning everything was a-okay don't worry.
—Manjiro Sano
The amount of food y'all went through was INSANE
Like, is you rich or smth 🤨
Manjiro was RAVENOUS
Fucker would've ate you if there was nothing else
😘
But that's a story for another time
You were cuddled up next to him, your head laying on his chest while scrolling through tiktok
You landed on a video that showed a couple doing a rather interesting trend
You both just looked at each other and got up to take a quick stroll to the convenient store
You bought 20 packets of instant ramen.
Holy shit
If it wasn't for his constant fighting lifestyle as a gang leader, mf would've been fatter than yo mama
<3
So you tried to do the challenge
And failed
You tried again
Failed again
By now, like, 2 hours have passed and Manjiro was still hungry
At one point, he just got tired and took the ramen bowl and went to sit somewhere in private to eat it
You took the flag from it and raised it over his head
🤨
Let's be honest if there wasn't a flag he wouldn't have participated
He chuckled, took the flag, and placed it on top of the ramen
"Let's try again?"
He's so fucking cute when them dark impulses are light 😻
In the end, you didn't do the trend properly, but at least you had fun
But
Guess what
He's still hungry
"But there is no more ramen left?"
He smirked
"Who said I'll be eating ramen?"
He started walking towards you
Your eyes widened as you took a step backwards
Manjiro leaned towards your face, inches away before he walked past you and took out a Taiyaki out of the shopping bag
He winked at you and left the kitchen
"Motherfucker..."
#x reader#tokyo revengers#nahoya kawata#nahoya kawata x reader#smiley x reader#tokyo revengers x reader#headcanon#smiley#baji fluff#baji x reader#baji keisuke x reader#tokyo revengers baji#baji keisuke#baji imagines#baji x you#baji x y/n#nahoya fluff#nahoya x you#manjiro sano x you#manjiro sano#sano manjiro x reader#manjiro x you#manjiro fluff#mikey x reader#mikey x y/n#mikey x you#tr mikey#x y/n
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Wukong x Fe!Reader x Macaque
(note spelling and everything went to shit . mistakes and all blah blah blah you read at your own risk etc ) I'M TIRED AND I'M WRITING THIS BECAUSE I CAN'T STAND IT WHEN YOU GUYS WRITE ON PRIVATE MESSAGES THAT THERE'S NOTHING!!!!
You went to Mk's sleepover also known as his sister. Specifically, you were invited to the sleepover. You were to meet his friends and the fathers themselves missed you. You knocked on the door.
-Hi Y/n!!! I haven't seen you in a long time !!! - hugged you at the entrance.
-Hi young one !
-Come in!!!
You went inside and saw a girl named Mei your brother's boyfriend (read Redson) , Fathers happy to see you and two monkeys . WAIT TWO MONKEYS?
Hi everyone - You said with your characteristic smile.
You went to change and came back , after a while you sat around and started playing truth or dare . (Of course you are sitting between wukong and Macaqu ).
The challenges were:
Mk had to kiss Redson. ( As long as it was a challenge).
Mei yelled out the window "My brother is gay well it's okey".
Macaque had to eat wukong chips in front of him. Suddenly Mei chose you .
-O fuck- You said
-Right or challenge- she asked with a sly smile.
-Challenge!
-Kiss Wukong and macaque!
-What ?!-You looked at the two monkeys .
-YOU BRAIN HURTS," shouted Pigsy and Tang.
Mk and Mei held Tang and Pigsy. You first kissed Wukong and then approached Macaque.
The next you came to their funeral. R.I.P [*].
#LMK#lmk sun wukong#lmk monkey king#lmk macaque#y/n lmk#lmk#lmk oneshots#lmk pigsy#reader x lmk#lmk y/n#lmk tang#lmk wukong#lego monkie kid#monkie kid#lmk mk
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Behind The Glass Stains I
R.I.P Märchen Drama Track 1
Warnings (MDNI): angst, dark humor, sexual humor, smut, deceit, con, stalking, abusive relationship, domestic violence, yandere, abusive family, mentions of pedophilia, mentions of sexual assault, prostitution, drugs, addiction, human trafficking, violence, gore, blood, character deaths. These warnings are not exclusive to this album in particular, they’re more so for the general plot.
Word Count: 10,225
Who would’ve known throwing a party could be so stressful?
Especially when the entire unit was being put together by only one person.
Just where was the help when she needed it?
She circled around the long coffee table, her messy muted-rose and chiffon-white curls tumbling over her shoulders when she bent down to gently drop small pillows on the floor.
Her ears perked, hearing the elevator stop at her floor in a far-off distance.
She glanced over at the closed door. With every slight movement as she turned, her eyes seemed to change patterns of colors. She pulled her phone out of the pocket of her black knit cardigan that was two sizes too big, tapping on the screen.
Was it twelve in the afternoon, already…?
Thirty-five seconds until they reached her unit.
She slowly placed the last pillow at the end of the table. She took her time as she made her way to the front door.
She opened the door, finding Ichiro, Jiro, and Saburo Yamada standing on the other side, Ichiro’s hand raised to knock.
The three of them jumped back in surprise. Each of them had in their hands, colorful gift bags stuffed with equally-colorful tissue paper.
Taking in their bewildered expressions, the corners of her lips lift into a warm smile, her iridescent eyes beaming and the long scar across her nose wrinkling slightly.
Ichiro shook his head and his puzzled expression was quickly overtaken by a gleeful one.
“Juri-san!” he exclaimed, throwing his arms around her.
Juri Yumesato was a twenty-two year-old woman with snow-white skin and foreign features— enough for her to somewhat pass as a Caucasian woman. She laughed, her voice gentle and inviting, and patted his arms. “Well, hello to you too.” She looked over to the younger brothers with a loving gaze. “And Jiro-kun, Saburo-kun! It’s wonderful to see you too!” She gathered the sides of her cardigan with one hand and opened the door further with the other as she stepped aside. “You three were supposed to be here an hour ago,” she teased.
Ichiro lifted his gift bag for her to see as he stepped inside, his brothers following. “We completely underestimated the stress of birthday shopping.”
The door clicked shut behind them as Juri followed behind, and at that sound, it hit them how effortlessly they were welcomed into her home.
Ichiro’s eyes scanned the room as he removed his shoes. The blue and white banner that adorned the walls, the dining table in the far back that’s been covered with a white satin tablecloth and littered with light blue, white, and gold confetti. Garlands of baby blue, white, silver, and gold balloons were scattered around the dining table and along the window wall. On the grey couch was a stack of large stuffed lions with gold crowns on their heads. Resting against the couch was a life-size wooden plaque painted white and carved into the shape of an open story book. Written across the pages was an excerpt from a storybook painted in large, elegant black letters. The unit would have been presentable had it not been for the pool of balloons carelessly scattered all across the living room.
“Where’s Ayato?” Jiro asked eagerly.
Juri placed her right hand over her cheek and tilted her head. “He’s asleep at the moment…” She caught Jiro hanging his head in disappointment. She placed a hand on his shoulder tenderly. “However, I reckon he won’t be for much longer.”
Saburo gestured to the gifts in his and his brothers’ hands. “Don’t mind that dimwit. Where should we put these presents?”
“Who the hell’re you calling a ‘dimwit’?!”
“Well maybe because you are one—”
Ichiro quickly clamped his hands over their mouths, dropping the present that was formerly in his hands. “Both of you, shut up!” he hissed quietly.
Juri bit her lips nervously, tearing her eyes away from the hallway. “Umm… why don’t you boys go ahead and set the presents by that table over there?”
Only when the younger brothers nodded did Ichiro release his hands. They gasped for air, like they’d been holding in their breaths for an eternity. Jiro took the present that his older brother had dropped and scurried over to set down their presents along with Saburo.
“We just need to gather all of these balloons into bouquets and attach them to these stuffed animals,” Juri explained, pointing to all of the separate elements. “Then we can set those up on either sides of the dining table and in certain spots around the house. The cake and food should be here any minute, so we can finish up in the meantime.”
Ichiro checked his phone. “Well, the guests are gonna be here in two hours, that should be more than enough time.”
“You’d never believe what Jiro tried to get for Ayato,” Saburo whisper-shouted from across the room.
Juri picked up one of the balloons by the stack of plush lions. She paused and looked up to be met with the youngest brother running her way.
“Jiro was convinced Ayato would want a soccer ball,” Ichiro testified, gathering together a bunch of balloons.
“Oh? What changed your mind?”
“Nii-chan said that someone like Ayato wouldn’t know what to do with it!”
Juri chuckled. “On the contrary… I’d like to see what he would do with a soccer ball.”
“Definitely not soccer,” Ichiro laughed.
“Well, sure,” Juri said, lowering the tied balloons on her lap. “Soccer is most certainly not what he would be doing.”
“See, Jiro?” Saburo sneered. “You’re so stupid that—”
Ichiro shot Saburo a sharp glare and he returned the look with a shamed dip of the head.
Ichiro let out an exasperated sigh as he flopped on the couch beside the stack of balloons. “Yeah, you see what I have to deal with everyday?”
The Yamada brothers had been visiting her apartment frequently for over a year and a half now. Perhaps it was because they knew Juri rarely ever left the building, but they sometimes even crashed by her unit without any prior notice.
Not that Juri minded— she enjoyed the company.
Even if the younger ones were always at each other’s throats…
Every single time…
Juri’s phone buzzed in her pocket. She reached for it and checked for whatever message had hit her. “Oh! It would seem that the cake and food have arrived.”
Ichiro peered into her phone. “Oh, she’s going to need some help getting all of that up here.” He turned to his younger brothers. “Think you guys could go back down and help bring up the goods?”
“Right now?” Saburo asked. “But we just got here…”
“You dumbass,” Jiro nagged. “Didn’t I tell you you’re supposed to do as nii-chan says and not question it?”
“And didn’t I tell you to do something about that blind devotion of yours?” Ichiro scolded.
“Ahahaha!” Saburo cackled. “What a moron!”
“Saburo…”
“S-Sorry, Ichi-nii! Jiro… and I will go bring the food up here.”
They both scurried out of the apartment, leaving Ichiro and Juri alone.
It was silent between them for the next while as they worked to make more balloon bouquets. Yet, neither of them seemed to mind the absence of sound. As Ichiro gathered his hoard of balloons, he caught a glimpse of the slight discoloration of dark circles that contrasted against her bright iridescent eyes. Her eyes were concentrated on forming her balloon bouquet, despite the drowsiness that she was trying to hide.
She caught his staring and laughed. “My, are you just going to sit there or are you going to help me out, blow partner?”
The color of Ichiro’s cheeks flared up intensely.
Juri giggled and patted his lap. “It was another joke, I’m sorry.”
Ichiro sighed and fanned himself using his hoodie, the red in his cheeks never dying. “No, you’re not…”
“No, I’m not. But that expression of yours when you get embarrassed never ceases to amuse me.”
He covered his face with his fingers. “Okay, enough of that…”
Juri set down her now-inflated balloon and picked up another. “Oh, you know they’re just harmless teasing. Had that really made you uncomfortable, I’d have stopped a long time ago.”
Dammit, he knew she was right. And yet he still had the same reaction every time.
Juri’s phone vibrated in her pocket. She pulled it out and showed the screen to Ichiro with a smile. “Oh… it would seem the chicken is ready to be freed from the oven.”
“Well, thank god, that smell is so good and I’m starving!” Ichiro exclaimed cheekily.
Juri smiled mischievously. “Wonderful, I hope you and the guests have an appetite because we will have enough food to feed the entire apartment complex.”
“You’re not human.”
“Who knows, I very well may not be,” Juri said mischievously as she made her way to the kitchen. “Oh! And how perfect! The three of them have arrived on this floor.”
“Watch, I’ll bet you’re wrong this time,” Ichiro said smugly.
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Juri said, as she opened the oven. The scent of savory sesame oil and lightly charred honey had hit her right in the face and slowly began to fill the unit. It was just the perfect blend of savory, sweet, buttery, and roasty. “My ears have never betrayed me.”
“Just get that chicken out of the oven and watch,” Ichiro said as he formed together another bouquet of balloons. “Which, by the way, smells awesome as fuck, but this is gonna be the time where you’re wrong. Watch it be a random neighbor.”
“Making pointless bets to try and stump me will do you no good, Ichiro-san, I can hear their voices and smell the cluster of food coming this way.” Although her words were somewhat condescending, she remained playful. Her gentle smile remained on her face as she pulled the savory goodness out of the oven with the aid of kitchen gloves.
It was incredibly out of character for him, but amusing. Ichiro was always the one who was telling his brothers to behave. Yet here he was, acting like a competitive kid himself when his brothers weren’t around.
Ichiro tensed as he finally heard the cluster of footsteps. His hope was gradually decreasing as he heard the footsteps outside grow louder and louder.
He completely lost hope when the footsteps had come to a stop and a pair of keys had been inserted into the keyhole. His eyes instead traveled to Juri, who was now reaching around him to pick up the already-inflated balloons.
“I tried to tell you~” Juri said as she carefully bunched them together.
“Yeah, yeah…” Ichiro muttered, hearing the front door swing open.
In bursted the younger Yamada brothers, along with Reiaki Suzubayashi, a very well-known and beloved special effects artist and influencer in Roppongi, Minato. In her hands were a stack of platters covered in tin foil and a large blue box that was oh-so carefully sealed. Jiro and Saburo rushed past her to set their enormous trays of food on the dining table. Reiaki’s plum-colored eyes beamed when they landed on Ichiro.
She peered around the large stack of trays in her hands. “Ichiro! Hey!” she exclaimed. “Just gimme a second to put these down and I’ll get to you!”
Seeing the bright smile from Reiaki was more than enough to let him forget the feeling of defeat just moments ago.
She quickly set her things down and rushed over to Ichiro, slinging an arm over his (too-tall-for-her) shoulders. “Hey! How’ve you been?”
Ichiro chuckled nervously. His eyes trailed after Juri, who made her way to the younger brothers with her balloon bouquet. She thanked them for helping Reiaki and they replied with eager nods, like two puppies.
Reiaki’s eyes followed his gaze. “Did he lose again, Juri-chan?” she asked loudly.
Juri only shrugged. “I told him not to try.”
Reiaki stared Ichiro dead in the eye before bursting into a fit of laughter. She elbowed him aggressively. “Heh, you never learn, do you?”
Ichiro sighed, rubbing his ribs where Reiaki had elbowed him. “I don’t even know why I bother… Was kinda hoping she’d be wrong, just this once…”
“Give it up, dude. That’s never happening.”
Juri smiled and made her way back to the couch. “Thank you for picking up the food, Reiaki-chan. That must have been quite the road trip.”
Reiaki threw her arms in the air in exasperation. “Oh, let me tell you! The last place I had to stop by— the pasta and risotto, they said they made a mistake in the order and had to start all over!”
“And you ended up having to 'wait a freaking eternity’ for the food to arrive.”
“And I had to wait a freaking eternity for the food to arrive!” Reiaki flung her arms on Juri, the impact forcing Juri to take a few steps back. “See, you understand me! Argh, anyway— what the hell happened? You guys only got eight bouquets done?”
“Oh, my apologies,” Juri said, linking arms with Ichiro. “We were far too busy having a little fun, if you know what I mean…”
Reiaki smirked and lifted Juri’s chin with a finger. “Ohh… got yourself a blow partner, I see?”
“Sorry to break it to you, darling, but that joke had already been used. And goodness, not in front of the minors,” Juri said, playfully slapping Reiaki’s arm. Her eyes took in, not only Ichiro’s, but Jiro and Saburo’s flushed faces, as well.
All frozen in place— even Ichiro, who had already been exposed to that particular nickname today.
“WHY ARE BOTH OF YOU LIKE THIS?!” Jiro shrieked, shaking Reiaki’s shoulders aggressively.
“SSSHHHH!!”
Jiro’s voice was louder than all of the other four combined and they hurriedly clamped all of their hands over his mouth.
“Jiro, you idiot!” Saburo hissed.
“What the hell are you doing?!” Jiro yelled.
“What the hell are you doing!” Saburo yelled back.
“Ma…”
…
What…?
“Mama…?”
Oh no…
… was what everyone was thinking.
Ichiro socked Jiro and Saburo on the head. “Dammit, you guys…”
“What do we do?” Reiaki whispered as she gripped onto Juri’s arms, her eyes enormous. “We still have over two hours left…!”
“Sorry…” both Jiro and Saburo said simultaneously, hanging their heads down in shame.
“Um…” For once, Juri was actually stumped.
“Mama?”
Oh crap…
Ichiro gently pushed Juri towards the hallway. “Okay, here’s what’s gonna happen… Juri-san, you go and keep him busy. “Reiaki-san, Jiro, Saburo,” Ichiro paused to shoot his younger brothers a death glare, “and I will finish up the decorations here.”
“For two hours…?!” Juri whisper-shouted as Ichirio kept pushing her down the hall.
“Yes, yes, I’ll let you know when everything is done and all the guests arrive,” Ichiro replied. He stopped in front of a door and gave her a playful shove into the room. “See ya in a few hours!”
He shut the door behind him, leaving the woman to fend for herself.
She sighed.
Her line of sight lifted from the floor and moved to the side of the room and her eyes latched on to what was there.
Her previous troubles melted away and her heart warmed.
“Good morning, my love. Did you sleep well?”
“Introducing…”
“The…”
Juri slowly pushed aside the royal blue streamers that hung from the ceiling and set foot into the living room, her other arm wrapped around someone that was less than half her height.
“Birthday boy!”
Reiaki, Ichiro, Jiro, and Saburo were gathered in the living room, along with dozens of children of all ages. Each of the children had a sticker shaped into different numbers stuck onto their person. They all clapped loudly when Juri emerged from the streamers.
“Happy Birthday, Ayato!” everyone cheered.
In Juri’s arms was a toddler. The shiny, gold paper crown he wore on top of his head flattened his abundance of chiffon-white hair that matched the ends of Juri’s hair.
In spite of the cheering, Juri watched as the toddler’s confused yet curious eyes danced around the room and the way the rainbow-like colors in his irises changed patterns every time they darted around the room.
Juri chuckled and turned to the crowd. “He’s like, ‘who are all these people and what have they done to my house’?”
The crowd bursted into laughter.
“Wow…” he babbled quietly.
“Woooow,” Juri repeated, her voice dramatically lighter and bubblier in tone.
He looked Juri in the eye. Utter joy filled his eyes and half of his face was now taken over by a big smile. He squealed and clapped his hands together gleefully.
“Wow, wow, wow!” he squealed in between claps.
Juri giggled and nuzzled her cheeks against his. “Happy Birthday, my lovely Ayato,” she said in English. She faced the other guests, reverting back to Japanese. “Please! Help yourselves to some food and drinks!”
The crowd of children immediately raced to the table, where all the dishes that Reiaki had brought had been spread out for the eyes (and in any second, the mouths too) to feast on.
Reiaki placed her palms over Ayato’s cheeks and gave them a gentle squish. “Happy Birthday, dude!”
“Splendid job on the decorations, you guys,” Juri said. She turned to the Yamada brothers. “And thank you three for bringing the children from the orphanage for today’s celebration.”
Jiro snickered. “Aw, it’s no big deal! They like Ayato a lot, so they were more than happy to come!”
“I’m surprised you managed to keep him in his room for over two hours,” Saburo hummed, poking Ayato’s plump cheeks. The toddler squealed in Juri’s arms and held his hand up to give Saburo a smack on the face when Juri pulled his tiny hand away before it could land a hit.
“He was doing alright for the first twenty minutes,” Juri chuckled tiredly. “But then he heard everyone from his room and kept wanting to see what was happening outside.”
“Oh, he just didn’t wanna be left out,” Reiaki laughed before giving the taller girl a peck on the cheek.
Juri, confused but not at all shocked, used her sleeve to wipe off the coral kiss mark that was left right underneath her scar. “Oh, honey… not when you have makeup on…”
“Teehee!”
Ichiro pointed at the two girls. “You sure you two ain’t dating…?”
Both women hugged tightly, sandwiching the birthday boy between them.
“Just roommates!” they giggled.
Juri felt a light tug on her jeans and she looked down.
One of the orphans had one hand on a plate full of food and the other gripping onto Juri’s jeans. “Someone’s at the door,” she said with her mouth full.
“Thank you for letting me know,” Juri said, patting the girl’s head. “But don’t talk with your mouth full.”
The little girl scurried off while scarfing down the rest of her plate.
Juri turned to the Yamada brothers. “Would you boys mind setting up while I go get the door?”
“Who is it?” asked Reiaki.
“It sounds like neighbor-san,” Juri said.
Reiaki’s eyes widened. “Oh, her! I forgot— she said she was gonna send a present for Ayato.”
“Oh, how thoughtful,” Juri said, following her roommate to the front door.
Reiaki opened the door, revealing a woman twice her age with familiar features. With familiar metallic blue hair and friendly, but piercing blue eyes.
“Shirazuki-san!” Reiaki feigned surprise. She quickly— but politely— bowed. Ayato stared at them, entirely confused, but proceeded to do the same. “Thank you so much for coming!”
“Yes, thank you very much,” Juri added, bowing as well.
The elder woman chuckled and handed Reiaki a colossal gift bag. “Don’t mention it. I have a lesson to attend to in just a little bit, so I’m afraid I can’t stay for too long. I’m just sorry my daughter couldn’t be here to deliver the present herself, she really put a lot of thought into it.”
Juri chuckled. “Ah, yes, the life of a world-renowned idol never seems to end, now does it? Oh— but Miku-san only has a few days left of promotions, does she not?”
“Yes, yes, that’s right,” sighed Miku’s mother. “Right after promotion season, she’ll be extra busy during the holidays. She won’t have time to come back to visit.”
“My, how exhausting,” Juri said. “It will be the same for Reiaki-chan. The holidays are the busiest times of the year for her. Unfortunate, it is. Nevertheless, please give Miku-san my gratitude for the gift she left for my son.”
“Oh, actually?” Reiaki chimed in. “Her number isn’t until 18:30, so she could be on break right now. I can put her on video chat right now…”
“Oh no, that won’t be necessary—” Juri began.
But Reiaki had already dialed the number.
Juri listened to the ringing sound and sighed, knowing exactly what was coming her way. Then the screen switched to a white room. The phone was seemingly resting against a makeup table. The blue-haired idol retreated to her seat after taking a moment to adjust her phone.
She was certainly more dolled up than Juri was used to seeing her. Dressed in a black strapless top paired with an asymmetrical tulle skirt, cinched with two black belts. From her jawline, her neck, along her arms, she was painted with thin streams of midnight-blue smoke patterns. She quickly glanced at Reiaki through her own phone, revealing the streaks of both fine and chunky glitter that trickled from beneath her eyes to down her cheeks, the light reflecting off the flakes to mimic tears.
“Yes?” was all she said.
“Hey, Miku-chan!” Reiaki greeted.
“Did you get my present?” Miku asked distractedly as sat down in front of a makeup station. Her sugary-sweet timbre was a stark contrast to her stone-cold delivery. She retracted her hands, revealing the midnight blue glyphs that were painted on both palms.
“We did!” Reiaki panned the phone down to show off the gift bag (which was half her height) in her hands. “Thanks for sending a present, you really didn’t have to!”
Miku turned to face them. “If I didn’t get him something, my mom would’ve. Is she still there?”
“Hi, Miku,” Miku’s mother said, peering into Reiaki’s phone. Juri watched how her eyes softened upon seeing her daughter’s face. “Congratulations on topping the charts again this season.”
“Thanks, mom.”
“And it looks like my replacement for the day did a good job on your look today!” Reiaki snickered.
Miku slightly adjusted the headpiece made of faux thorns that had been resting on top of her head. “I like the look of your work more, but it’s easier to dance in this—” Her cold blue eyes landed on Juri and darkened, turning icy.
“Why’s she there?” Miku asked dryly.
“Miku!” her mother gasped.
Juri stifled a laugh. Of course… For a multitude of reasons that Juri could theorize but not finalize on, the Miku Shirazuki who was loved by the public just had a strange distaste for the stay-at-home mother ever since they were introduced to each other by Reiaki.
Reiaki narrowed her eyes. “She’s Ayato’s mom, of course she’s going to be here to oversee his birthday.”
“You gotta move out,” Miku clicked her tongue. “I just don’t…” she took a few seconds to contemplate her next set of words. “Nevermind. But I’m worried about you and that baby.”
“Seriously, what’s wrong with you— gah!” Reiaki caught herself before she could plummet to the floor. When she peered down, one of the orphans was hugging her legs, eyes gleaming.
“Is that Miku Shirazuki?!” she cried.
All heads turned to Reiaki.
“Miku Shirazuki?!”
“Okay, that’s enough, thanks again for your present— bye-bye, now!” Reiaki said quickly and hung up the phone.
“I’m so sorry, Juri-chan…” Miku’s mother apologized while Reiaki snatched Ayato from Juri and shooed away the flood of children. “I really don’t know why she’s like that towards you…”
“Oh, it’s quite alright,” Juri chuckled, not at all bothered by Miku’s words. Her eyes darted to Reiaki, who instructed the children to sit in rows in the middle of the living room. “It’s no issue at all.”
She and Miku’s mother exchanged goodbyes and Juri made her way to the seats that were completely veiled by an opaque white cloth and stationed in front of the window wall.
“Thank you for setting this all up,” Juri whispered to Saburo.
“Per your instructions,” he replied as he joined his brothers in the spectating seats.
Juri giggled, assuming her position behind the two chairs. The children were seated on the floor as Reiaki had instructed. Ayato was seated on Reiaki’s lap and the Yamada brothers pulled up chairs behind the row of children, overseeing them. Juri clapped her hands together, the loud sound overpowering the murmurs from the audience made up of children and teens. Within seconds, all attention was on her.
“So! I’ve been told time and time again how much you all enjoyed my little mentalist show last time! I hope today’s act will serve as a fantastic follow-up.”
“I still don’t know how you did that last time!” shouted one of the teens.
“Yeah! How did you do that?!”
“Hmm… how did I do that, indeed…” Juri hummed. “Keep your eyes and ears open, perhaps you will catch onto something this time.” She pulled two coins out from the pockets of her cardigan. “Now catch!”
She tossed the coins into the crowd, turning her back to the audience the moment the coins left her hand. The orphans immediately scrambled to grab hold of the coins.
“Careful, now! You will have ten seconds to pass those coins around!” Juri announced as she closed her eyes to avoid catching the reflection of the audience in the window. “And I, as of this moment, cannot see who has the coins in their hands. Only one person can have a coin at a time as you’re passing them around. By the end of the countdown, you should either have one coin with you or no coins! Is that understood?”
“Yes!”
“Start the countdown!”
“Ten!” Reiaki exclaimed as she clapped her hands and the kids immediately began passing the coins around noisily. “Nine!”
The Yamada Brothers joined in, clapping their hands together. “Eight! Seven!”
“Six!”
Ayato, clueless as to what was happening, began clapping along. Granted, not in rhythm with the others.
“Five!”
Hearing that the countdown was coming to an end, the kids sped up their movements, shoving the coins over to the next person.
“Four!”
Juri tilted her head slightly, still keeping her eyes closed. The noise created by the mayhem of the enthusiastic crowd flooded her ears.
“Three!”
Such chaos, and yet it all came together in an unorthodox way. She found herself tapping on her own hand to the disorganized beat.
“Two!”
She picked apart the noises, singling on the sound of nails scraping against metal.
“One!”
Juri held up a hand. “Stop! The countdown has ended! Whoever has the coins right now, stop passing them around!”
The bustling crowd immediately stilled. They then scrambled to get back to their designated spots on the floor.
“Before I turn around, everybody, whether you are in possession of the coins or not, hide the coins in your hands and hide them behind your back!”
“And make sure not to give any hints away!” Reiaki announced in a sing-song voice. “Make sure Juri onee-chan doesn’t know you have the coins with you and make sure she doesn’t know which hand your coins are in, okay?”
“Okay!”
“Ready?” Juri called. “I’m turning around right now!”
Every one of the children had their hands behind their backs. Some had a cocky grin, some of their eyes went as wide as was humanly possible, some had the most blank expression a child could ever make, which was oddly… creepy.
Her eyes then moved to the number badges that they were all wearing.
“Numbers four and twelve,” Juri said and placed her hands over the chairs in front of her, “Be sure to keep your hands behind your backs and please! Come up here and have a seat. Pick any random seat— you may sit in whichever chair you feel like. As for the rest of you, please keep your hands behind your backs, still!” she said as the two chosen kids searched for a seat. “Because we don’t truly know if these two are the ones with the coins. So, until this trick is over, we are going to pretend that you do have the coins. Should we see if I guessed correctly?”
A wave of ‘yes!’ echoed through the sea of orphans.
Juri clapped her hands together as she stepped behind the first chair. “Alright, then! So, person number…” She took a few steps to the side so she could get a better look at their stickers. The kid in the first chair looked a little too eager to be in the seat— confident, even. His eyes were shining and he had his hands tightly balled into fists and was swinging his feet with much excitement. “Number 4! Please hold both of your hands out in front of you, faced down, okay?”
“Okay!” he exclaimed as he jolted his fists forward, almost punching the air. “What next?!”
Juri chuckled. “Alright, so for the people in the audience, I need you all to shout out a color— any color at all. Go!”
And with that, every one of the children began shouting a dissonant mishmash of colors.
She tapped the boy on his right shoulder. “Go ahead and pick two colors.”
He squirmed in his seat excitedly. “Um! White! And… Green?”
“White and green, it is!” Juri announced as the shouting died down. “Now, if the coin is in this hand,” she paused, tapping on his right knuckle, “think ‘white,’” She then tapped on his left knuckle. “And if the coin is in this hand, think ‘green.’ And remember, whether or not you have the coin with you, I want you to still pretend you do. So without telling me, really concentrate on the color that matches the hand that the coin is in. Is it in the white hand or is it in the green hand?”
He said nothing more and stared straight at her, his eyes feigning a death glare as Juri took a few seconds to take in his silence.
Juri chuckled. “My goodness, what a look you’ve got there! I believe you’re thinking ‘white,’ so the coin is in this hand,” she said as she tapped on his right knuckle. “Turn it over so that I can see.”
As if it weren’t possible, his eyes brightened even more as he slowly turned his right hand over and opened his fist.
Juri reached into his palm and held up what he’d been hiding in his fist.
The coin.
She smiled and looked over at the kid in the second chair. “As for you, I want you to do exactly as—”
They shifted in their chair slightly so that they were fully facing Juri, completely shielding their back from her.
Juri chuckled. “Clever, you are! Pick a hand to have the coin in, and just like before— hold your hands straight out in front of you.”
The kid in the second chair was slightly younger and far less giddy than the previous. Their eyes were wide with concern and they were holding their breaths.
No… they’re nervous about accidentally giving the answer away. How cute…
Juri smiled and faced the crowd. “Now, then! Shout out any animal you can think of! Go!”
The kids began screaming out a mishmash of different animals. From the most common of pets, to the most obscure, to completely made-up species.
Juri rubbed the kid’s shoulder, easing their apparent tension. “Pick any two animals that you hear.”
“Er…” they stammered. “Dragon… And…” They paused and leaned forward slightly to get a better listen at what their friends were shouting. “Um… Spider?”
“Dragon and spider!” Juri repeated, holding back a laugh. “So when I tap on both of your hands, I want you to say ‘yes’ both times to my questions.” Juri immediately tapped on their tiny left hand. “Is the coin in this hand?”
“Yes…” they quaked.
Juri tapped on their other hand. “Is the coin in this hand?”
“Yes…!”
Juri chuckled, keeping her eyes on the little one’s wavering eyes. “You must be thinking ‘dragon,’ so the coin is in this hand right here.” She tapped on their left knuckle. “Let me see, turn it over.”
The kid gulped slightly and flipped both hands over, revealing their hands for everyone to see.
“Two out of two!” Reiaki exclaimed, pointing to the coin.
Which was indeed in their left hand.
“She did it!” Jiro added excitedly.
“Round of applause, everyone!” Reiaki clapped. The orphans quickly copied Reiaki and clapped for the act that they genuinely admired.
Juri raised a hand, silencing the applause. “Oh? But we’re not finished, yet.” She waited a few seconds, allowing the children to voice their confusion. She took a few steps to the side. “You see, I actually knew you two would pick those answers. The color, the very type of animal, not to mention,” she paused to point to the stickers on their clothing, “even the numbers you all chose for yourself when you first arrived.”
“No way!” the boy teased. “I don’t believe you!”
“Prove it!” someone shouted from the crowd.
“Oh dear…” Juri sighed into her hand. “What to do…? Hm… let’s put it this way: see, you all in the audience could have shouted anything, my two little helpers up here could have heard anything and picked anything, however! Person number four specifically chose which color and person number 12 opted for which animal, again?”
“White and dragon!” the orphans answered back.
“Precisely,” Juri said. “So with that being said, person number four and twelve? Why don’t the two of you come down and remove the cloths from those chairs?”
Confused, the first boy hopped off his chair while the other slowly climbed down.
Simultaneously, they pulled away the white fabric. Person number four reached under his chair and pulled something out to show everybody.
Gasps echoed throughout the living room.
Flabbergasted, the orphans in the room began checking their respective stickers.
On the first chair, there was a large sheet of paper taped to it and painted in bold royal blue paint, was a ‘4’. As for the second chair, there was a large blue ‘12’ painted on.
“Numbers four and twelve, just like I had predicted!” Juri said. “But that’s not all! Take a look under their chairs!”
It was a plush white dragon stuffed animal that was half his height.
His eyes widened and quickly moved to find his fellow helper. They, too, had a white dragon plush in their hands.
“It would seem that I had guessed correctly,” Juri giggled.
“How’d you know number four and twelve would get the coins?!” yelled one teen.
“No! How’d you know we’d pick that color and animal!” shouted another.
“No fair!”
Juri held a finger to her lips. “Unless you can figure it all out on your own, I’m afraid I cannot give away my secrets so easily,” she said mischievously.
One of the older kids walked up to her with Ayato in her arms. She covered her face with the toddler and used her hands to wave his like he was a toy. “But how did you do iiiiit?” she whined, making her voice sound drastically higher in pitch.
Juri stifled a laugh as she took the girl’s hands and lowered Ayato to the floor. “If you had kept your eyes and ears open, you would have noticed something—”
“Juri onee-chan! The baby!”
Startled, Juri quickly looked down to the floor and lo and behold, Ayato was definitely not standing there anymore. Her eyes scanned the living room rapidly when she heard a tiny little pair of feet thumping against the floor at an inconsistent—but swift— pace. Then the sound of his incoherent babbles filled the room.
Juri looked back at the girl. “Keep your eyes and ears open, not like how I forgot to do just now.”
For a one year old, Ayato sure was an agile little critter, dodging every person reaching to grab him and maneuvering around a crowded space. All the while with the world’s biggest grin on his face. He squealed and clapped his hands as he maneuvered around the apartment full of people.
“Ayato, get back here!” one of the orphans hollered.
“Ayatooooooo!”
“Juri-san, are you sure this guy’s only one?!” Saburo exclaimed as he missed the toddler that darted past him.
Reiaki finally caught up with the toddler and dragged him out from under the table by the foot, cradling him to her chest with a heavy sigh of relief. “My god… if I’m this tired chasing a toddler, I’m really done for…”
Jiro planted his hands on his knees, panting heavily. “You know what this is like? In those anime where the baby has some weird superpower and is causing all the chaos in the world!”
“Jiro, you moron!” Saburo yelled. “This is reality, not an anime! Are you so stupid that you think superpowers really exist?!”
“You gonna tell me he’s not inhuman?!”
“Obviously, you bastard—”
Reiaki slammed her fist on Saburo’s head. “Children are here!”
Juri walked over to Reiaki, watching how Ayato squirmed in her hands with an ear-splitting whine. “You may not have superpowers, but my goodness, just where do you get all this energy from? Certainly not from your father!”
Ichiro laughed and adjusted Ayato’s paper crown, despite the smaller one’s fit. “Definitely not! Ayato’s been spending way too much time around Reiaki oba-chan!”
The blonde girl stuck her tongue out at them.
Juri gently slapped Ichiro’s hand away. “Watch those hands, it took years off my lifespan to get his hair looking even remotely decent.”
Ichiro took a step back and held his hands up in surrender.
“If his hair is anything like yours,” Jiro said, “Then it’s a mess at all times, so who cares?”
Urgh…
Reiaki rested her chin on Juri’s shoulder while she firmly held Ayato in place. “So… do I get to see what the baby daddy looks like?”
Juri chuckled awkwardly. “You know I don’t have photos of him.”
Ichiro pinched Ayato’s cheek. “Plus, Ayato doesn’t really look like his dad— he gets all his features from you. An even more Japanese version of you.”
“Um… I’m Japanese, too, you know…?” Juri chuckled awkwardly.
“Half-Japanese,” Saburo interjected.
“I’m still Japanese, though…”
Reiaki laughed. “Not like you were born here— wait, Juri-chan, your hand!”
“Huh?” Juri looked down at her hand.
Across her palm was a thin laceration— not nearly deep enough to be considered a gash, but enough that blood was being spilt.
Juri quickly checked Ayato’s clothes for any signs of blood. A small amount had smeared at the bottom of his hoodie.
Then she quickly took a look at Ichiro’s hand. Thankfully, nothing.
But how…? When did she even get a cut like that?
Ichiro tugged on her sleeve. “Come on, let’s go get that first aid kit.”
“Oh no, it is but a small scratch…”
“You guys go,” Reiaki said, tugging at Ayato's hoodie, being careful to avoid the drying blood on the fabric. “I’ll get him changed.”
Ichiro nodded and took Juri by the sleeve, dragging her to her room before she could say anything.
Her room was rather plain. A small platform bed tucked away in one corner of the room, its white blankets and pillows piled messily on top. Right next to that was a small white coffee table and sitting over top was a single closed laptop.
Her room was pretty minimal, but definitely wasn’t as clean as Juri would have normally left it.
Ichiro shot Juri a knowing look.
She fiddled with her fingers and averted her eyes. “Please spare me, I haven’t had the time…”
Ichiro sighed and made his way over to her closet. He found the first aid kit straight away— stashed away on the very top shelf.
He turned around, with the kit in hand, to find Juri sitting on the edge of her bed, examining her bloodied palm.
She really hadn’t noticed…
Even now, the only feeling she felt from her hands was the cold, wet blood that trickled to her fingers.
Ichiro took a seat beside her, and took her hand in his, gazing at the crimson liquid that looked incredibly dark in color against her near pure-white skin. He immediately began wiping away the blood with a gauze. Despite his hands being significantly larger than hers, he was being incredibly gentle when handling the slender, delicate digits.
“Hey…”
“Yes?”
Ichiro wiped away the blood when they flowed back to the surface. “Have you thought about what I asked you before?”
“About?” she asked, already knowing where the conversation was heading.
“Joining the Division Rap Battle.”
For months now, both the Yamada brothers and Reiaki had been pestering her about forming a representative rap team for Minato. Every time, she would turn them down and they would ask her again.
Juri kept her eyes on Ichiro’s hands. “You know I don’t care for territory battles, let alone the Division Rap Battle.”
“Come on…” Ichiro said as he reached for the bandaid. “You’re one of the strongest people I know, you’ve rapped against me before. Don’t you think you should be using your strength to do what’s right?”
“‘To do what’s right’… Is there any merit in entering when I have no personal motivation to do so?” Juri closed her eyes and lightly caressed her bandaged palm.
“What do you mean, ‘no personal motivation’?” Ichiro asked as he ripped the bandaid aggressively. “You can help out a lot of people if you had formed a division team with Reiaki and someone else…!”
“My apologies, Ichiro-san,” Juri said, “but that is not enough for me to want to enter. And goodness, this is a tournament for males to battle each other for gaining territories, a female needs no place in the Division Rap Battle.”
“Then you can be the first,” Ichiro said, stopping himself from raising his voice. “And don’t tell me that Minato already has representative division teams, I know that. But I’d bet any money that you'd be better than them.”
Because I still haven’t beaten you… Ichiro thought, firmly pressing the bandaid against Juri’s palm.
She chuckled, removing her hands. “Suppose I do have the prowess, I am quite satisfied where I am now and do not see myself wanting to progress further. Besides, even if I wanted to enter, I’ve not a hypnosis mic of my own and there isn’t nearly enough time before the preliminaries.”
He bit his lip and hung his head. She did have a point… What had previously been ‘still two days away’ in his head had quickly turned into ‘only two days left’. It hadn’t really hit him that the prelims was any day now, even though he had been counting the days. It would’ve been impossible to form a team of three before then…
But this was a matter they’d been discussing for months now.
Juri reached over and caressed his cheeks affectionately. “Hey, look at me. I respect you and your reasons for entering, but it’s not something I wish to involve myself in. Forming an official team is out of the question, but I’ll always be willing to participate in our mock battles as we have always done.”
It was frustrating.
He would never understand why Juri wouldn’t want to aim for something higher and do what was right.
And she would never understand why Ichiro would want to bother himself and his brothers by worrying about strangers first.
They really had to accept the fact that they would never see eye to eye on this matter.
Ichiro clenched his fist. “Okay… I’m sorry…”
“Oh, Ichiro-san, you have nothing to apologize for,” Juri said, pulling him into her arms. “I may not agree with everything you do, but there’s nothing you could do to make me resent you in any way.”
Ichiro smiled and nuzzled into her. In contrast to her cold hands, her embrace was warm and comforting. There was just no way for Ichiro to describe the feeling, it just… was perfect, enough to make him forget his previous feelings of exasperation. He gripped her cardigan. “Thanks, Juri-san… you know I feel the same way about you, right?”
Juri lightly chuckled and ruffled his ebony hair. “I’m glad you do. Now, then, the guests are probably waiting for us, shall we head out?
Ichiro lifted his head, gazing into her eyes and examining the way they glittered with all the colors in existence. Like looking into a bubble… He smiled childishly. “Yeah, let’s!”
“Thank you for patching this little scratch.”
“No problem.”
Japan really had some interesting traditions when it came to birthdays.
Here they were, with an array of items laid out in a straight line, separating Juri and Ayato from the rest of the crowd.
A balloon, a ruler, a hand mirror, a dictionary, a pair of chopsticks, a paintbrush, one thousand yen, a scissor, a calculator, and Juri’s cell phone.
It was just a superstitious tradition to predict what the birthday baby’s future career or personality would be. There were no facts behind this sort of game, but Juri’s heart was racing. For once, she had no idea what would be the outcome.
Just past the line of seemingly random objects were the children of the orphanage, seated around the long coffee table, but all were facing the dining room, where Juri had Ayato in her arms.
Ayato stared at the line of items in front of him. Then he began slapping his mother’s cheek.
“Alright…” Juri groaned in English, ignoring the laughs erupting from the others and placing him gently on the floor. She held his hands as he stood up with his legs all wobbly.
She quickly let go of his hands, giving him a light nudge towards the objects separating him from the older kids.
Reiaki, the Yamada brothers, and the orphans cheered and clapped for Ayato’s attention.
Ayato waddled a few steps forward, smiling brightly to all the cheering. Then his attention was interrupted when he caught sight of a raven just outside the window. He turned slightly to take a better look.
“No, no, no, no, no, no!”
“This way! THIS WAY!!”
Juri rushed forward and grabbed hold of the walking disaster, planting him firmly on the floor, facing the crowd.
“In front of you, Ayato, in front of you,” Juri said— yet again, in English.
Ayato lifted one leg as high as he possibly could and stomped on the floor with all his might. He squealed at the ‘thump’ sound and did the same with the other foot. Juri let go of him, allowing him to march over to the line of objects.
“Come on buddy, come this way!” one of the orphans cooed, clapping their hands.
“No! Come over here!” yelled another.
Ayato paused when he stood directly in front of the objects that were lined up in an almost perfect line.
He babbled, ignoring the anticipating eyes of his aunty, uncles, and the older kids.
He slowly crouched down. Halfway, he lost his balance and fell down.
The kids nearly jumped from their spots to help him up. Ayato kicked his legs about as he sat himself back up. Still seated, he reached over to grab something off the floor.
Everybody in the room cheered and clapped for Ayato, who stared at them in bewilderment.
“Well what do you know?” Reiaki laughed as she reached for the lighter that was on the table. “He went for the scissors!”
One of the children smacked their hand on the coffee table. “Reiaki onee-chan, what do the scissors mean in the erabitori game?”
“Well, it means that Ayato is gonna be handy and creative when he grows up,” she answered as pulled away from Ayato’s baby-blue cake and set down the lighter. Decorated with gold pearl candies and other gold adornments, as well as golden cartoon lions made of fondant surrounding the cake, which was topped with a baby blue and gold crown and gold and white dotted candles, now lit aflame.
Ayato, still clueless as to what was happening, began flailing his arms around with the scissors still in his tiny hands.
Juri picked up Ayato, pulling the dull scissors away from him and setting him down on the empty baby chair that was arranged to be right in front of the cake that was almost as tall as him.
“My Ayato,” Juri murmured. “I wonder what drew you to the scissors? What kind of person will you turn out to be?”
“Okay, you guys! Let’s sing ‘happy birthday’ for our birthday boy!” Ichiro said, snapping Juri out of her daze.
“Ready, and!” Reiaki exclaimed.
“Happy Birthday to you!”
How odd…
Juri had never been too fond of the traditional birthday song. The birthday person would stand awkwardly as everybody else would sing for them— usually off-key, off-tempo, or perhaps both. Not to mention, the song in Japan was really just sung in broken English.
“Happy Birthday to you!”
And yet, there was just something so different about this one.
“Happy Birthday dear Ayato!”
Mom… Father… Juri thought in English as she sang along. How I wish you could be here to see this. Your grandson has officially been in this world for one year.
“Happy Birthday to you!”
Ayato, with his mouth agape, slammed his hands on the table loudly.
All of the children and young teens blew out the candles at the same time.
Reiaki latched onto Juri’s arm.
“Reiaki-chan?”
“How can it be one year already?” Reiaki murmured.
“It truly is a wonder,” Juri chuckled as she cut into the cake and handed out the slices to the younger kids.
“A whole year since he came into this world…” Ichiro added. He crouched down and stared at the birthday boy.
Ayato stared back at Ichiro, not at all listening to him. His round iridescent eyes were wide with amazement as he smashed his hand into his slice of cake, sending icing in all directions. He then took a fistful of cake and brought it to his mouth.
“You know, Ayato?” Ichiro said softly as he took a napkin to wipe away some blue icing that got on his nose. “You really gave your mom a hard time when you were in her belly.”
Reiaki chuckled. “Your uncles and I struggled to put up with mama while you were still in there. You were such a hungry little monster and then you would suddenly decide that all food in the world sounded awful. She was always sick and in pain because of you, y’know?”
Juri stiffened, recalling the memories.
“And man, you gave us all so many false alarms and scared us all!” Ichiro added.
“Pregnancy and delivery are memories I wish not to relive…” Juri chuckled awkwardly as she continued to slice the cake. She looked down at Ayato who grabbed a fistful of cake and slammed it down on the table. “But it was all worth it since I was gifted the best little human on this planet.”
Strange, is it not? No matter how many prediction tricks I have done in my life, you are the one person I cannot ever seem to predict… You just seem to plunge my impeccably planned routines into chaos, in ways I could have never foreseen.
Even if you drive me to the brink of insanity on a daily basis… I would never trade any part of you… not for the world. There’s no greater blessing than being able to watch you grow day by day, because you are the best thing that has ever come into my life.
Perhaps it’s too much to ask for, but in a perfect world… you, me, Reiaki-chan, Ichiro-san, Jiro-kun, Saburo-kun… your father… and your grandparents, as well… we’d all live in peace, without worries or struggles… Our situation is unfortunate, but I swear to you, I shall grant you a happily ever after. Juri planted a soft kiss to his temple. “Happy Birthday, my sweet baby boy. I love you so much… more than you will ever know.”
It had become routine for her. Some fansigns, be stuck at a TV station all day long, perform her newly released song for promotion season, wait at the TV station some more, earn all the votes and win the award for the night, perform an encore stage.
So sleepy… Miku thought as she changed out of her flashy stage garments and into a much more laid back attire.
“Good work, today,” Ikeishi said, handing a half-empty cup of iced coffee to Miku.
Miku muttered a ‘thank you’ and took the cup from her manager. She was about to take a sip when she paused and stared at the TV station’s logo that was plastered on the cup. “Could we grab another cup before we leave?”
Ikeishi shook his head as he finished packing his and Miku’s bags. “You have an early start to your schedule tomorrow, so you gotta be able to sleep tonight. That’s all the coffee you’re getting for today. Come on, let’s go home.”
Miku clicked her tongue and distractedly followed her manager out the door and into his car. She dazed off as her manager started the vehicle and took off. All she could think about was how nice it would be to just hop into bed and knock out.
She sighed and took a sip out of the drink in her hands. The end of a work day has never tasted so good. Bittersweet. All in the form of a cup of iced coffee.
Her eyes traveled to the rearview mirror to meet her manager’s gaze. Rather than returning eye contact, his eyes were set on the vehicles behind, brows furrowing as he merged onto the next lane.
She leaned her head against the window and waited a few minutes before speaking up. “So tomorrow’s schedule’s the same…?”
“Yes,” he replied, merging back into the previous lane. “You’ll be at the station in Akihabara from 7:00 to 21:00.”
“Right…” she murmured, her heavy eyes fluttering closed.
“You’re almost done with promotions, so keep up this schedule for a few more days,” he said lowly, his eyes flickering between the road in front of him and the rearview mirror.
“I know, I know…” Miku dismissed sleepily. “I really don’t wanna deal with a long day” She closed her eyes. But at least I’ll see the fans again.
He gazed at her from the corner of his eyes before returning back to the road. “I may get paid to make you busy, but you know I’m worried about you.”
“We’re not going over this again.”
“Miku, I mean it,” he said, his voice growing serious. Miku tiredly glanced up and saw that his eyes darkened with concern. “It’s great that you’re loyal to your fans, but you’re not being fair to yourself.”
“Then say the fans are the reward.”
“Fine, take your fans out of the equation, do you even enjoy what you do anymore?”
“Oh, shut up, I don’t wanna hear it…”
Ikeishi sighed and returned his attention to the road in front of him. Miku’s fingers slipped off of her cup, nearly knocking the drink over. She jolted forward, catching it. As she groggily sat back in her seat, she had just barely managed to catch a glimpse of a passing exit sign.
“Ikeishi-san… you do realize you missed the exit, right?” she mumbled.
“We’re being followed.”
Huh? Followed?
Miku slowly peered around the seat—
“Don’t look behind you.”
Miku quickly drew back. Her eyes were heavy, but her heart was beating increasingly. Her eyes panned over to Ikeishi, whose eyes were dead-set on the road in front of him.
“Ikeishi-san, what’s going on…?” she asked, forcing the words out.
“This bastard has been on our tail for a while,” he explained.
Her stomach turned to ice.
Dammit… Why… just why…?
She placed a hand over her face, covering the blurring world from her strained eyes.
What the…
“We’ll be taking the scenic route, Miku,” Ikeishi said, pressing his foot firmly down on the pedal and merging onto a nearby exit. “Hang in there.”
Ikeishi peered into the rearview mirror.
The same car was still behind them.
Shit…
Miku slowly lowered her hand from her face, taking off parts of her makeup. Halfway, her hand limply dropped onto her lap. She stared down at the makeup on her hands. Whether it was her hazy vision or her violently trembling hands… Why did her hands feel so heavy…?
“Is… are… are they still there…” Miku mumbled nervously.
“He’s persistent…” Ikeishi muttered, massaging his temples. “At this rate, we’ll never make it back home…!”
Miku hadn’t realized how heavy her breaths were. Head limp and hanging, she shakily reached for the door, absentmindedly reaching around for the panel when her hand slipped and she collapsed, her head crashing onto the window.
“Miku?!”
Ow…
She reached for the panel, slowly pushing herself away from the window and sitting upright in a swaying manner. With heavy breaths, she blinked slowly, waiting for her eyes to focus. Yet the world before her remained spinning and hazy. Like her own eyes were betraying her.
Her eyes slowly lowered to the floor, her legs now soaked with sticky coffee and a now-empty cup next to her feet.
When did she drop it…?
It was hot.
But it was also cold.
She couldn’t feel her feet or hands.
“Miku, you’re going to be okay.”
His voice sounded like it was really far away, like it was an echo.
“It’s just some stupid guy, we’ll lose him soon enough. I…”
What was he saying…?
How long had they been driving for…?
“Reiaki-chan~”
With a low moan, Reiaki stirred in her sleep.
“Rei~a~ki~chan~”
This time, she lifted her head slightly. Then took the pillow beneath her and buried her head with it, muffling her ears from the outside world.
“What a shame, I suppose you leave me with no other choice.”
Something heavy plopped on her back. She met the impact with a hefty ‘oof!’
Then a small pair of hands smacked her in the face before aggressively yanking at her hair, followed by a delighted squeal.
“Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!!” Reiaki jolted upright, carefully tugging her orange hair away from the tiny—and somehow, mighty pair of hands until they finally let go.
Her ears were met with two different voices laughing.
Juri stood by her bedside, chuckling heartily and a tiny Ayato was sprawled out beside her on the bed, laughing hysterically and just a few strands of blonde and orange hair in his fist.
“You don’t get tired of doing this everyday?!” Reiaki cried, moving Ayato to sit upright on her lap.
“I could never,” Juri shrugged. She smiled as she watched Reiaki attempt to peel the strands of hair off of Ayato’s firm grip. He squealed and flailed his arms wildly. “Our breakfast was getting cold and I was afraid our precious roommate was never going to open her eyes again.”
Reiaki puffed up her cheeks in retaliation. Ayato gazed up at her and slapped her cheeks with both hands.
Juri gasped and quickly peeled the moving crane machine from the human punching bag. “Okay, baby, no more hitting.”
“You guys…” Reiaki groaned, placing a hand over the tiny red hand marks on both sides of her face.
She was interrupted by the sound of an incoming phone call. She sighed and reached for her phone on her bedside table, immediately switching to speaker mode. “Hello?”
“Suzubayashi-san…” said the voice on the other line. “Sorry, but your client list for today is going to have to be moved around— there’s been some last-minute changes.”
Reiaki groaned and flopped back on her mattress. “Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding…”
Juri took a fussy Ayato and headed for the door. He wailed and flailed in her arms while Juri paid no mind to his little fit.
“Suzubayashi-san…” The voice on the other line swallowed before continuing. “Miku Shirazuki and Ikeishi got into an accident last night.”
Juri’s ears perked upon hearing that. An accident…? Last night?
She paused and turned around, fully facing Reiaki.
“What?!” Reiaki exclaimed, jolting right up. “No way, are they okay?!”
It went silent on the other line.
“Hello?” Reiaki said, her anxiety now beginning to bubble up. The silence seemed to swallow her and the phone in her clammy hands felt slippery.
Juri fully turned around, zeroing in on Reiaki’s pale face. Reiaki’s eyes were as wide as saucers as she stared intently at her blankets.
Reiaki opened her mouth to say something, but no sound came out. Her lips trembled slightly as she closed them. She gulped. “Are they okay…?” she repeated slowly but firmly.
“Their car had crashed into a container yard. Miku Shirazuki’s body’s missing and her manager was found dead on sight.”
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RO and mc got trapped together in a small closet 👀 if you’re game, bonus Claude and cho? Cuz they sound like menaces xd
I LOVE ANSWERING FOR CLAUDE AND CHO!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!
dylan: the tension in here is THICK. she thinks you're the prettiest thing around in the low light, can't stop staring once her eyes adjust. she talks very quietly, and apologises for everything she thinks she's done to you. "i'm sorry. i didn't mean for that job to go that way. i didn't want to lie to you. you know that, right?" but you've already had these conversations a billion times and maybe you've even forgiven her, so yes, you know, dylan. she's quiet. until right before the door opens. "you know i want to kiss you, right?"
stéphanie: initially, she's pretty pissed to be stuck, but then she's close to you and you're kind of pushed up against each other and she's not anymore. very pleased with the situation at hand. beaming. very soft, flirty, "hello there." she'll say you can kiss her, if you wish. and if it's clear you want to but you're too cowardly to do so, she'll just pull you in for it
dorothea: sorry, but how are you stuck? that's crazy, it's just a door! help her push on it first, and-- oh, okay, it is stuck. she has a screwdriver in her boot, because she is woefully prepared, so just give her a second while she unscrews the hinges, or the doorknob, or sees if she can get into some control paneling for the closet. if you want anything to happen with her, you're going to have to be a little blunt and flirty. "oh NO. we're stuck in a closet, whatever shall we do" won't turn her head, but "dorothea, i was hoping we'd have a few minutes ALONE in here" would.
[locked]: this sounds like it would be a paradise for her, but it's miserable. she's freaked out that she can't get out, pounding on the door and yelling and frazzled for a second—until she realizes how totally uncool she looks in front of you. trying to smooth down her hair and regain composure to flirt, but god DAMN she cannot do this, why the FUCK are you both stuck?! tries to kick her heels at the door, one gets lodged in it because stilletos are sharp, and she's crying. you're gonna have to comfort this big baby.
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cho: she's looking for an escape, and she's ready to take anyone and everyone down with her in the pursuit for one. screaming and squawking when she can't open the door, starts using you as a ladder to propel herself to the ceiling in search of a vent. her legs are completely cyberware, and she is definitely stepping on your face. i am so sorry. you're escaping covered in scratches and bruises from tiny fists SWINGING.
claude: "uh-oh, looks like it's seven minutes in heaven. and i can't count!" smoothing his locs back, winking, puckering up. if you don't want to make out with him he's probably pretty embarrassed about it until the door opens bro. r.i.p. claude he's only ever scored w joytoys 😔 (don't snitch)
#anon#ro: dylan#ro: stéphanie#ro: dorothea#[locked] ro#ch: claude#ch: cho#edit to say im thinkin abt how dorothea and cho's answers align and i think it's cute compatibility-wise :]
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