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kill bill.

rei suwa x fem.reader

10 stages of love

warnings: mentions of a neglectful father; v-olence and bl-od mention; soft depictions of intimacy; minors don’t interact.

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1. first sight

you had to be the unluckiest woman in the world, that you were certain of. at the ripe age of 23, you were forced to take on the debts left over by your horrid father left in the wake of his death as you found yourself surrounded by copious amounts of unpaid bills.

despite how much you loved him, and how much his death had left quite a lingering ache within your heart, you knew that he was everything but an ideal father to you. after all, it was his vices and need to experience the more exhilarating type of life that lead him down numerous dark paths.

for starters, he had the most abhorrent gambling addictions, more often than not blowing off any amount of money he earns from the jobs he could manage to keep through pachinko machines. and when he wasn’t spending his free time gambling his earnings away, he would be caught up with indulging in various illicit substances, simply to feel alive and whole again.

such tragedy befell of your father the moment your mother had passed away when you were young. all you had ever known was the deep void your father felt as he struggled day in and day out to take care of you. during your teenaged years was when you forced yourself to grow up as you tended to him while taking care of yourself to the best of your abilities.

you knew of most of his vices, and loved him unconditionally as a daughter should. his death had truly broken your heart-

but more so than that was the deep sense of freedom you felt.

however, such feelings of freedom was bound to be ephemeral-

it all came into a shattering crash when you came home one day and saw that your apartment had been ransacked. you had just returned from your late hours spent working at your job. all around you were strange men dressed in suits, all of them concealing a weapon of their own the fear was felt coursing through your veins when you saw a scarred man in a suit with a gun safely within the confines of his pockets.

he takes one look at you and grins, slamming down a few sheets of papers that you recognized as being written in your father’s own handwriting. “looks like your worthless old man was such pussy he went ahead and died before paying me the debts that he owes.”

his eyes gleams at you, eyeing at you with such a lustful hunger that you felt your heart drop down to the confines of your abdomen.

“and he has given you to me, to do as i please as part of his payment.”

you were trembling, already feeling the cold sweat travel down the nape of your neck as the nausea begins to settle. it takes you a herculean effort to prevent yourself from dry heaving, watching with a terrified gaze as the man steps forward, a glint seen within his dark brown eyes as he places a calloused hand behind your neck. “it’s a good thing you’re easy on the eyes, unlike that piss-ant excuse for a father.”

as you were surrounded by those men, you were given little choice but to pack what belongings you wished to take with you as you were escorted out of your apartment by the men. it was only then that you found out that your father had somehow involved himself with the japanese mafia, the yakuza, managing to take several loans from them as he dug himself even deeper into the depths of their claws-

leaving you behind to deal with the mess.

for the following weeks, your days were spent beneath deep scrutiny of the yakuza, living within their grand mansion as the boss ends up growing a fondness for you. he forces you to quit your job all while donning you in heavy amounts of makeup along with low cut and revealing dresses. you were nothing more than a piece of eye-candy for the bastard to admire and behold.

“you’re damn lucky you’re so fucking beautiful. i don’t even wish to have you writhing beneath me, at least, not yet.”

it was one of those nights where you were forced to take a seat against the boss’ lap, surrounded by his luxurious furniture as he kept tracing his disgustingly chapped lips over your features. each time you felt his caress, you look away from him, making him grow even more frustrated with you when he tosses your form against the ground.

the wind was knocked out of your very lungs as you struggled against him, using every bit of your strength to get him off of you-

but to no avail.

his brown eyes were wild, filled with fury and lust as he worked on tearing away at your dress. “the more you keep defying me, the more i will wish to dominate you. i changed my mind, perhaps i will take you after all.”

just as his hands reach down to the skirt of your dress as a scream was felt lodged in your throat-

the sounds of gunshots and a door slamming open was what stops him from going any further as you tilt your gaze to your right to see the sight of a young man, the mere visage of his sharply handsome features taking your very breath away.

his dark hair was tied up in a neat ponytail, revealing a smooth undercut from beneath its soft strands as his dark eyes were slanted in a scowl. he was dressed in a suit, with black gloves covering his hands as he aimed the gun directly at the man hovering above you. the yakuza boss was given no chance to react when he aims his gun towards the man, shooting him directly against his head as your screams finally echoed throughout the room.

2. introduction

the adrenaline was felt coursing through your very veins, and you swore you were close to gagging upon feeling the warm sensation of blood beginning to stain the fabric of your dress. despite how the rich scent of iron fills your senses, you couldn’t find the strength to move as you were left frozen on the ground with a dead man slumped over you.

your heart was pounding, sending rushes of ice cold blood to rush through your veins as your breaths came out as uneven and labored.

“oi, can you hear me? OI!”

with a gasp, you felt the man with the gun, your savior, pick the dead body off of you before tossing him aside. your eyes briefly meet with his, and you found yourself admiring the deep shade of sable settled within his stern gaze, comparing the color of his eyes to a deep, moonless night. you watch as his thin lips move, and you were aware of him speaking to you, but the blood rushing through your ears was making it difficult for you to understand him.

he lets out a string of curses, muttering some word pertaining to you being traumatized before leaning down to pick up your trembling form. he doesn’t seem to mind the blood that stains at your dress, nearly drying as your breathing slowly began to calm down its rapid beats.

while you were held in his arms, you were aware of his brisk pace when he takes you out of the room, allowing you to see just the sheer amount of damage he had caused as many of the yakuza members had a bullet wound gracing their chests. the sheer sight of it all was enough to make you tremble once more-

“....name?”

you were aware of the way he continues his trek out of the mansion, calling out to you when you divert your attention back to him, “p-pardon?”

he doesn’t return your questioning gaze, eyes remaining honed in on the exit settled several feet away. but...perhaps it was your imagination, but did your savior press your form even closer to his chest in hopes of shielding you from the gruesome image of the fallen yakuza members?

the man lets out a gentle huff, “i asked you what your name was.”

finding yourself clinging to him, you could feel your face heat up in response to his close proximity. wetting your lips, you take in a deep breath before exhaling, softly murmuring your name to him.

he tilts his gaze downwards, meeting your gaze while softly repeating the syllables that made up your name. his brushes against your skin was soft, achingly so, before his tone becomes softer, “are you alright? did that bastard hurt you?”

you shiver at the memory, letting out a whimper before folding yourself even closer to him. “h-he was going to hurt me, nearly beyond repair; b-but, you saved me.”

a sound reminiscent of a pleased hum was heard coming from the confines of his throat, his strides taking him out of the mansion as the cold night air was felt hitting against your skin. his gaze lands on a vehicle settled near the mansion’s gates, ready to walk towards it when he was suddenly stopped, feeling a soft sensation gracing his jaw.

looking down, he meets with your shimmering gaze, filled with gratitude for saving you as you whisper, “what’s your name?”

a sudden shyness was felt coursing through him, causing him to avert his gaze all while letting out a cough.

“it’s suwa, suwa rei.”

a smile was seen gracing your features, and you found yourself repeating the syllables that make up his name, thinking to yourself how much the name suits him before allowing your body to succumb to its exhaustion. the moment rei feels your form slump within his arms, he frantically calls out your name, patting at your face in hopes of getting you to awaken-

but with you completely unconscious, in a deep sleep even, the young assassin knew that he could not leave you alone.

3. interaction

the moment kazuki saw rei return back to their shared home with you in his arms, he knew something major had happened during his solo mission. nearly forgetting that he still had miri in his arms, he hears her let out a gasp all while asking, “papa rei brought home a princess!”

rei gives his partner an exasperated expression, feeling his own exhaustion coursing through his veins, “can you put miri to bed? i promise, i’ll explain everything later.”

understanding the look settled deep within rei’s eyes, kazuki gives him a nod before carrying miri away, doing his best to calm the young girl’s tantrums and curiosity pertaining to the woman settled within rei’s arms.

he sighs, making his way toward his bedroom, allowing the light from the hallway to light up the dark corners of his room. with his bed in sight, he gently settles your sleeping form on top of the covers. running a hand through his dark hair, he releases them from the confines of his ponytail, allowing them to fall freely across the back of his neck.

rei’s gaze continues to linger on your form, unsure of what he planned to do with you. your dress was a complete mess, the front of it being dyed a deep burgundy due to how he had immediately taken out the boss, spilling his blood all over your form.

a surge of guilt courses through him, hating the fact that he had to make an innocent person like yourself bear witness to such bloodshed. his hands itch with the need to reach out to you, to brush back the strands of your hair while cleaning your form of any spilled blood-

he coughs, banishing such strange thoughts from the confines of his mind. his face felt oddly heated when he finally convinces himself to deal with this all in the morning, already having plans to sleep in his bathtub and allow you to rest within the safety of his room.

he turns around, only to nearly jump back in response upon coming face to face with kazuki. his brown eyes were filled with concern when he tilts his gaze over to your sleeping form. “was this another one of watanabe’s women?”

“yeah, the bastard was close to tearing her apart had i not arrived sooner.”

“heh, and is that why your fair maiden is covered in blood?”

rei winces upon hearing kazuki’s teasing words, rolling his eyes as he was ready to prepare his bed from within the safety of the bathtub when kazuki stops him. his hand was gripping at his wrist, stopping him from leaving when he asks, “what do you plan to do with her?”

ah, of course, the age old question. what was he going to do with you? kazuki’s concerns were valid, and besides, it’s not like you didn’t have your own life to return to. surely, he was able to help you return back to the life you had before watanabe ruined it?

avoiding kazuki’s gaze, he allows his eyes to travel back to your sleeping form, watching the way your chest rose and fell in tune with your breathing. just seeing how vulnerable you were, still in your ruined dress with your face finally painted in the perfect visage of tranquility.

tearing his gaze away, rei shrugs off his partner’s hold on his wrist. “we’ll deal with such things later.”

4. attraction

as if the circumstances couldn’t get any stranger... you found yourself living in the same house as rei, along with his partner, kazuki kurusu and adoptive daughter, miri.

the morning after rei had saved you and taken you back to his home, there seemed to be tense and terse silence that filled the air. you recall waking up that morning, feeling sick to your stomach at the sight of the dried blood that soaks the front of your dress.

you felt the bile creeping up the confines of your throat, about to heave up everything that remains in your stomach had it not been for the sight that came from your periphery. settled at the end of the bed was a folded shirt and a pair of shorts with a new packet that contained a toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste.

a surge of warmth was felt coursing through your very veins, somehow knowing that rei had given you such items as you force yourself out of bed. wanting nothing more than to discard the disgusting dress that covers your form as you shrug yourself out of it. picking up the new clothes and packet of essentials close to your chest.

making sure that the hallways were clear, you kept following it until you reached the bathroom, sliding your form within the room as you worked on thoroughly cleansing your body from the events that happened last night.

with you feeling refreshed and dressed in what you assumed to be rei’s clothes, you make your way towards the kitchen to see rei already settled on the table with an adorable young girl with rich brown hair settled on his lap all while feeding him bits of what looked like pancakes. for a moment, you felt your heart become trapped within your throat upon seeing rei in his disheveled state.

he was achingly handsome, with the soft curls seen falling across his face. there was a soft expression seen within his eyes when he holds the little girl on his lap, allowing her to pat and prod at his cheeks while letting out a string of giggles-

and truly, it was such an endearing sight to you.

“papa, papa! say ahhh!” she beckons at rei to lean down and take a bite out of the pancake dipped in syrup, making his mouth twitch a little bit before leaning down to meet with her gaze.

“ahh.” rei’s voice was completely deadpan, dripped in nonchalance as he allows the young girl to feed him the delectable pancake. the sight was enough to make you smile as a giggle was felt escaping from your lips, and you immediately regretted letting your presence known. rei’s gaze was unreadable, looking at you as the little girl does the same.

thank the heavens for miri, for the moment she sees you, she hops off of rei’s lap and comes to meet with your surprised gaze. “hello! you are the pretty princess in papa’s arms!”

you could feel your cheeks turn warm in response to the girl’s sweet words, causing rei to let out a cough as he tries to correct her, “she’s just...a friend of papa’s.”

the girl doesn’t seem to pay rei any mind, standing on the tip of her toes as she beckons you to pick her up. upon seeing this, rei tries to stop her, “wait, miri, she’s not-”

he trails off upon hearing your sweet giggles, picking her up with no hesitation as you bask in her laughter. the sudden tension felt within the household melts with the joyous sounds that escapes your lips. such a happy sight was enough to make kazuki stop his cooking, watching with unbidden amusement while watching their daughter laughing so freely whilst in your arms.

after calming down miri, you were able to settle yourself on the dining table as kazuki brings you your own plate of breakfast. between bites of your pancakes and sausages, rei keeps his gaze honed in on you. kazuki distracts miri with feeding her some pancakes as well, allowing rei to talk to you.

“do you know what you want to do?”

you hum, cutting off a piece of sausage while chewing on it thoughtfully. “to be honest... not really. since watanabe forced me to come with him as part of my dad’s...payment,” you give yourself a chance to shudder, “i had to quit the lease on my apartment and my job as well.”

“papa rei, you can keep her!”

rei was in the midst of taking a sip of his coffee when miri’s sudden outburst makes him choke on his coffee, the poor man nearly spewing the dark liquid across the table earning an amused chuckle from kazuki.

“i mean, our daughter has a point. it doesn’t seem right to simply kick her out, right? especially after going through something so traumatic as being the center of watanabe’s affections.” kazuki shivers dramatically in response, the sight of his goofy expression was enough to melt all thoughts pertaining to the uncertainty of your future away.

5. date

currently, you had been living with rei and his unorthodox family for a few months now, acting as miri’s primary caretaker when rei and kazuki were sent on missions. despite how awkward it all seemed in the beginning, you all managed to work it all out-

well, for the most part.

what you didn’t account for was the absolute attraction you felt whenever you were close to rei. everything about him seemed to draw you in, and you found yourself daydreaming about him on more than one occasion. everything about him intrigued you, and you wanted nothing more than to tear down the walls rei had built for himself surrounding his heart.

being kazuki kurusu’s complete opposite in every way, you realize that rei was a man that spoke and expressed himself with few words. he enjoyed keeping to himself, spending his free time basking in his various videogames, working out on his treadmill, or tending to his personal garden.

and oh boy...there was a moment where you had caught rei in the midst of his workout, running on the treadmill as you collected everyone’s dirty clothes to do some laundry when you happen to pass by rei whilst he was on the treadmill. your periphery had caught sight of him, but your curiosity got the best of you as you felt yourself facing forward-

only to have your heart cease with its beats at the mere sight in front of you.

rei didn’t notice you, eyes clenched shut as headphones covered his ears. he ran across the treadmill dressed only in a pair of sweats. his muscular body was littered with scars, and even with a few bullet wounds here and there-

yet he was still so attractive to you. you could feel your cheeks warm up as you thought about what it would feel like to kiss away at those scars all while darting your tongue-

as if sensing your presence, rei looks directly at you, taking off his headphones while asking you if you were alright. to which you merely let out a squeak in reply before dashing away from him.

because of how you had witnessed him working out so freely like that, your mind was a complete and total mess whenever rei was around. each time he was within your proximity, you would feel your blood rushing through your veins as your whole body began to heat up in response. the emotions rei had elicited from you was truly and utterly maddening.

so you decided to finally act on your emotions, knowing exactly what to do when rei had his next day off.

it happens on a sunday, with the sounds of rei playing one of his games in the early morning prompting you to wake up. you continue with your morning routine and put on your newly purchased clothes. dressed in a shirt and a cozy pair of sweatpants, you calm down your racing heart and make your way toward rei.

his form was settled on the couch, dark eyes glued to the glowing screen as he mashes several buttons on his controller, completely focused on the game when you make your appearance known. he acknowledges you with a nod before returning back to his game.

you watch the screen, coming closer to where he was settled on the couch to see that he was playing one of those competitive fighting games. hoping that he didn’t catch your bluff, you settle yourself next to him while giggling, “oh, i love this game. i used to play it all the time with my friends.”

rei pauses the game, looking at you with his eyebrows arched upwards in question. “oh yeah?”

“yes.” you confirm with a nervous smile, truly hoping that rei couldn’t catch your bluff. your eyes travel over to the second controller and gesture over at it. “how about we compete one-on-one?”

just then, the most attractive smirk graces rei’s features, “what? are you hinting that there’s a prize at the end of it?”

“but of course,” you say with a cheshire cat grin spreading across your features. “if you win, you get to ask anything of me...and if i win...” you trail off, suddenly feeling shy when his gaze is kept honed in on your form.

“and if you win...?” he trails off, ending in a question as he is genuinely curious as to what you were going to say.

ignoring the way your cheeks began to heat up so considerably in response, you look away from him and say, “if i win, th-then you must take me out on a date.”

the silence that permeates the air was unbearable to you, and you found yourself regretting betting such a thing. perhaps he wouldn’t take the bait after all, and you were so close to saying how you were just kidding-

that is, until rei says with a smile on his face, “you’re on, let’s do this.”

he stands from his seat, allowing you to take the other controller before he settles back on the couch right next to you. he exits out of the menu and switches over from single player to two-player. upon reaching the character selection scene, you chose your favorite character to play while rei does the same.

you could feel your palms become sweaty in response, ready to button mash your way into his heart when the fight starts. feeling so wound up, you end up releasing a flurry of attacks first with rei’s character being barely able to block it.

it was strange, but wasn’t rei a great player at this game? surely the hours he spent putting into the game would reflect his far superior style of gameplay compared to yours-

so why was it that you were able to chip away at the opponent with ease? truly, you had lied about this game being a favorite of yours, with you simply taking a guess with each button mash you performed. within just seconds alone, your character comes out victorious, standing over rei’s own player character as rei drops his controller in response.

“alright, you won fair and square.” his deadpan expression meets with yours, making your heart race even faster in response. “i’ll take you out somewhere nice come next weekend.”

6. holding hands

you were still in a daze when rei had agreed to take you out on a date so freely like that.

between kazuki’s knowing smiles and miri’s joyous laughter all urging you onwards with your date with rei. when the weekend finally came, you found that your heart wouldn’t stop racing with anticipation, making sure that you were dressed extremely well while wearing some makeup in hopes of further attracting rei to you.

with you ready to go, you meet with rei, feeling your heart perform somersaults from within the confines of your chest from the mere sight of him. he wore a deep blue jacket, coupling it along with some jeans and a regular pair of sneakers. his curled black hair falls perfectly across his pale face, his full lips perfectly straightened, not showing a single emotion as you struggled to decipher what remains within his mind when he looks at you.

your own gaze was shy, meeting his eyes for a brief moment as you fought back the urge to ask him, what do you think?

but lucky for you, perhaps rei suwa wasn’t as stoic as he made himself out to be. for the moment you step closer to him, eyes wide with your lips parted, as if ready to utter your question when a sudden flash of pink was seen settled across his cheek.

not wanting to be scrutinized or teased by kazuki or their daughter, rei takes a hold of your hand and exits his home together with you. “we’ll be back later, by tonight.” he calls out to his partner and daughter before pulling you along, leading you away from your shared home.

you were close to asking where he planned to take you, but felt your words get caught within the confines of your throat when he takes a hold of your hand, interlocking them together with his as he looks back at you. he lets out a gentle whisper of your name before telling you, “we can go anywhere you’d like.”

7. first kiss

your laughter was all that echoed throughout the night was you kept your arm wrapped around rei’s. staying true to his word, rei takes you to wherever you pleased, allowing you to truly tailor the date to your liking alone.

knowing of rei’s introverted nature, you took him to your favorite cafe, treating yourselves to your favorite drinks before exploring a bookstore close by. the sight of his tiny smile gracing his features as he buys the volumes to his favorite manga was an image that you embedded within the depths of your mind. you had every intention of paying for your own books, but was left pleasantly surprised when he ends up purchasing your novels for you as well.

you end up giggling, having the time of your life while gently running your hips against rei’s as he carried your bag of books with him, “you know, i didn’t think you’d be so bad at city fighters.”

he lifts up his eyebrows at you, “pardon?”

“you know,” you run your hips against his once more, “when we made that bet? and i told you that you owed me a date if you lost?”

it was then that a rich smirk appears on rei’s handsome features, stopping his movements when he meets your gaze and tells you, “oh that? don’t get too cocky, since i lost on purpose.”

the sudden realization makes your cheeks burn with embarrassment, especially when rei begins laughing at you. “w-wait, what?! you lost on purpose, b-but why?!”

your question succeeds in making rei cease with his laughter, not looking at you as he hid his mouth behind the back of his hand. “f-figure it out yourself.”

it takes you a few minutes, until it finally dawns on you.

he wanted to go on a date with you.

yet before you could voice the answer out loud, rei distracts you, asking you where you wanted to eat for dinner. with your heart racing and tied in knots at the thought of rei being so damn cute and charming, you allow rei to choose the restaurant.

you end the night with a dinner at a small and quaint diner that rei favored hidden within the corner of the city. you both end up enjoying the meal while striking a conversation with him. during your conversation, it seemed as though rei was purposely being closed off, not saying much as he allows you to delve into your own rich history about your past.

throughout dinner, you tell him about your rocky relationship with your father, seeing the way rei had tightened his grip on his fork when he listens to all of the troubles you went to, even going into some detail of the weeks you spent with watanabe.

“b-but truly, i’m fine now! i mean, i feel like i should feel sad, or like, just any emotion that pertains to him but...with him gone now, i just feel an overwhelming sense of relief? and i just...i feel so bad about it.”

rei remains silent, hiding his face from beneath the length of his hair before dropping his fork. you were going to ask him if he was okay, only to see him suddenly lean forward as he takes a hold of your chin. his eyes gaze deeply into yours, saying your name in a bit of a husky tone before capturing your lips in a sweet kiss.

you were given no chance to react the moment rei pulls away from you, eyes now shimmering with a deep emotion you just couldn’t quite put a finger on yet. he keeps his gaze honed in on yours before settling back against his seat. with your free hand in sight, he takes a hold of it, holding it against him as he presses a kiss against the back of it.

“i know your feelings pertaining to your father all too well. and really, there’s no need for you to feel sorry. you aren’t obligated to forgive him, not when he’s inflicted so much pain on you.”

hearing rei’s words causes a fresh wave of tears to wash over you, feeling comforted by his reassuring words as you felt your heart begin to blossom with newfound feelings for the man settled in front of you.

8. relationship

something was growing between you and rei, you could feel it.

every waking moment was spent together with him. you couldn’t quite put a label on what was going on between the two of you, due to rei’s own quiet and introverted nature.

but truly, you didn’t think that your relationship needed a label; not in the slightest.

all you knew was that he was immensely important to you, and possibly, just as broken as you were due to his own troubled past. you wanted to soothe his own heartaches and help with healing his own traumas to the best of your abilities.

it was late into the night and you found that you couldn’t sleep, not without rei by your side. with your form cuddling close to one of your pillows, you continue watching random videos on your phone, hoping that one of them would miraculously lull you into a peaceful slumber, like miri would each time you finished reading a bedtime story for her.

but truly, you need rei by your side to feel any amount of comfort within the night.

as if answering your heeds, your ears perk upon hearing the sound of a front door opening. you gently lower your phone, straining your ears to listen for the familiar sounds of rei’s footsteps. the closer he got to your shared bedroom, the more prominent his sighs became as he pushes the door open.

his eyes strain against the darkness, seeing the way your phone still lights up the space before grunting, “it’s late, why are you still up?”

you cough, turning off your phone before deciding to be honest with him. “i-i couldn’t sleep without you next to me.”

rei was unnaturally silent, not making a sound when he loosens his tie and takes off the jacket of his suit. you listen to him let out a sigh of your name before joining you in bed, feeling the expensive fabric of his collared shirt brushing against your back.

“are you not going to change?”

cue rei letting out a grunt in response. “no, too tired.” he leans in closer to you, breathing in your scent before placing a kiss behind your neck. “besides, i can’t sleep unless i have you in my arms.”

the mutual warmth you felt was undeniable, and you could feel your heart brimming with fondness for him when the drowsiness slowly takes over your form. you could feel your eyelids become heavy, basking in the way rei’s chest was pressed against your back, making you feel every sensation of his breathing whilst he slept.

9. love

there was a sudden distance felt forming between you and rei, and you weren’t sure what had become the catalyst to such a thing. it was felt each time you tended to miri, watching with an almost forlorn expression each time rei leaves without sparing you a second glance.

during those times where he would leave on his own, you would ask kazuki if you had done anything to upset rei, to which he would simply let out a chuckle in response. “it’s fine, rei’s probably just busy, that’s all. it probably has nothing to do with you.”

you thanked him for his words, tending to miri once more as she shows you all of the pictures she had drawn as you force yourself to smile. she calls out your name before shifting through her many drawings, pulling out one in hopes of cheering you up.

“mama, look, your holding hands with papa rei a-an he’s holding your hand ‘cause he loves you! this will be my present for you!”

you felt an almost painful smile cross your features, holding miri tightly against you as you buried your nose within her soft strands of hair all while breathing in the soft scent of her strawberry shampoo. “thank you, sweetheart.”

later that night, kazuki offers to put miri to bed so that you could be alone with your thoughts. within the comfort of your shared room, you kept miri’s picture close to you, staring at the sweet colors and wondering if rei would come home tonight. your fingers trace at his features within the drawing, feeling your heart ache as you called out his name.

you were so caught up in your thoughts, wondering if you could truly explain the reasoning behind rei’s distance that you were unaware of the sudden presence coming from behind you. the man seemed out of breath, entering the room before locking the door, making his way toward you.

you gasp, finally realizing that you were no longer alone when you saw rei take great strides toward you. his eyes were filled with a yearning, brimming with the same shine within his gaze you had seen during your first date. you call out to him, voice a stuttering mess when he strips himself of his clothes.

with his added weight making the bed dip in response, you feel him reach out towards you, hands brushing against your chin as he forces you to face him. he lets out a hoarse cry of your name before delving his lips against yours in a sweet kiss. with a moan, you feel your hands let go of miri’s drawing, allowing it to flutter to the ground as you felt yourself drowning within his kiss.

using his strength alone, he picks up your form to settle it in the middle of the mattress, his knee coming between your legs as he pushes against your core with a purpose. you moan into his kiss, feeling the heat spread from between your legs the more rei places the pressure against it.

when the need for air became too much to bear, he pulls away from the kiss first, settling his form away from you as he works on tearing off the rest of his clothes. you whimper upon feeling rei pull away from, about to voice your protest when he finally strips his collared shirt away from his body, revealing his broad and scarred chest for your eyes to drink in.

he crawls closer to you, pressing a finger against your parted lips when he tells you, “sssh, we wouldn’t want to wake up miri...” he trails off, hands working on lifting up your own pajamas away from your form as he pushes up the soft fabric, revealing your bare, heaving breasts to him.

he moans at the sight, hands coming to latch on to your heated skin while letting out a quiet string of curses, “d-damn, i forgot how you seldom sleep with a bra on.” he squeezes at your chest, prodding at your nipples before settling himself above your form. licking his lips, he takes in one of your hardened buds into his hot mouth with his tongue curled against it. him lavishing such sinful kisses across your chest makes you elicit a whimper, with you literally having to bite down against the back of your hand as rei continues his ministrations on your form.

the ache you felt between your legs was painful, becoming so uncomfortable that you felt your very breath become taken away from you. you became so needy for him that you felt your legs wrap themselves around his waist, grinding yourself against him in hope of relieving such an annoying ache that took residence between them.

he groans at the sensation, nipping at your skin before traveling down your form, “so damn impatient.”

rei continues to lift your clothes away from your body, tearing them away from your form as you were left in your panties. with a grunt of your name, rei keeps sliding down your frame until he was settled between your legs, pressing a kiss against your inner thighs before grabbing at your panties, pulling them down with his teeth alone.

your mind was spinning, feeling your panties loosely hang against your ankles as rei presses soft kisses against your aching core. you could feel the evidence of your arousal coming out of you as rei’s gentle licks against your slickness makes you toss your head back in response.

the squelching sounds that were felt and heard eliciting from your core as rei worked on devouring you was enough to send your heart and mind reeling. thoughts were no longer felt nor acknowledged the moment rei decides to explore your gummy walls with his fingers. he stretches you, allowing his fingers to gently prod and open them all while drinking in the evidence of your arousal.

nearly letting out a cry of his name, you bite down against the back of your hand, feeling yourself spill into his mouth as rei lets out a guttural groan of your name.

as if driven by sheer desperation for you, rei steps out of bed for a few moments, shoving his dress pants and boxers down as you watch with anticipation, admiring the prominent erection seen between his legs. he comes closer to your form, pressing a kiss against your forehead before leaning over you to reach the nightstand. from the drawer, he pulls out a square foil and rips it open with his teeth.

returning back to you, his eyes never leave your form as he places the ring of rubber around his cock, ready to take you in every sense of the word as he allows your legs to wrap around his waist.

his eyes were brimming with absolute adoration for you, allowing the tip of him to collect at the arousal that stains your walls. your breath hitches when you feel him slide his tip within your aching core, making you arch your back when rei breathlessly tells you, “i’d rather be in hell than alone, and you make me feel less alone.”

“r-rei...ah!” within seconds, he fully sheathes himself inside of your walls, pounding himself passionately in and out of you all while admiring the way your breasts seemed to bounce with his every movement. the sheer amount of pleasure you felt was at an all time high, with rei feeling the same way as he struggled to keep his breathing even.

due to your respective desperations that was felt, rei continues to quicken his thrust all while holding on to your hips tightly, the bed seeming to creak and bounce with his passionate movements as you arched your back in response. just feeling how deeply rei penetrates your walls makes you gasp, crying out to him when rei suddenly leans forward to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, thus swallowing your moans.

with one final thrust, rei comes and spills himself within the condom as your walls convulses against him at the same time, feeling yourself spill the sweet evidence of your release over him. he lets out a grunt, making sure he was completely emptied before pulling out of you, tying up the used condom as he tosses it within the trash-bin settled in the corner of his room.

both of your expressions were painted with a tinge of exhaustion when rei comes closer to you, taking you in his arms as he places the blankets over your naked forms. all was quiet, with neither of you uttering a single word. rei allows you to bask in the quiet ambience, taking advantage of your sleepy state as you let out a yawn and fell asleep against him.

feeling your gentle breaths against his skin, rei closes his eyes all while softly murmuring into the night.

“i love you.”

10. commitment

the sun was felt shining a bit too brightly for your liking, making you wince as you buried your head even further from within your beloved’s chest. did you and rei end up sleeping in? the intensity of the sun was insane, and you weren’t sure if kazuki needed your or rei’s help with taking care of miri.

with a soft moan, you were ready to call out to him to wake him up, sitting up from your position on his chest when something sparkling from the corner of your eyes catches your attention. following the sight, you felt the air escape from your lungs upon seeing an engagement ring settled safely within a plush, black velvet box.

as if spellbound by such a sight, you step out of bed and come closer to where the ring was settled, hand trembling as they reached down to grab a hold of it. the box kept shaking, even when it was placed upon the palm of your hand, and you couldn’t find any reasons why such a ring would be here, in yours and rei’s shared bedroom.

you weren’t sure how much time had passed when rei finally woke up, dark eyes completely unreadable when he puts on his boxers and joins you. he takes note of the way your hand keeps trembling and decides to take a hold of the ring, letting out a soft chuckle when he teases you, “shall i help you with putting it on?”

you gasp, meeting his gaze while letting out a stuttered cry of his name. taking the box from your hand, he extracts the diamond ring from its confines before sliding it on to your left ring finger. “ah, a perfect fit.”

gently, he turns you around so that you were facing him. his expression was shy, as a light blush dusts at his cheeks, “i’m sorry, i’m not so good at these types of things, and i didn’t mean to come off as being so distant when all i wanted was to surprise you with this.”

he admires the ring settled on your finger and sighs, getting down on one knee for you, “i had every intention of waiting; of proposing to you when i took you out to dinner or something...but, the moment i saw you sleeping so peacefully while next to me, i couldn’t stand not being to claim you as mine for forever. that’s why...i carefully snuck out of bed and took out the ring in hopes that you would see it once you woke up.”

“r-rei.”

holding on to your left hand, he places a kiss against your ring finger, purposely brushing his lips against the engagement ring when he tells you, “i’ve never felt such a deep love or fondness for anyone- well, aside from with miri, but you’re different.” he presses his forehead against the back of your hand, “with you, i learned just how soft having an unconditional type of love could be. i see it every day when you care for miri and laugh at all of kazuki's stupid jokes. i want to spend the rest of my life with you, tying your life together with mine.”

“i’ll always protect you, so please, marry me.”

with a happy cry of his name, you eagerly accept his proposal, causing the widest smile to appear across rei’s handsome features as he stands back to his full height, taking you in his arms as he kisses you deeply, filled with joy at the thought of you becoming his wife ♡

a.n. - currently an unedited mess of a story, but it was so worth it ♡ as always i will fix any glaring errors once it's posted 🥹

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#rei suwa x reader #suwa rei x reader #buddy daddies x reader #buddy daddies fic #.stories

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This Week in BL - I Gave a 10/10 to a BL... me!

Organized, in each category, by ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Nov 2023 Wk 3

Ongoing Series - Thai

My Dear Gangster Oppa (Thurs iQIYI) ep 4 of 8 - I love this show. I adore Tew's the simple backstory. No frills. No fuss. He got dragged in the way many do and he can kill so they kept him. They aren’t trying to make it needlessly complicated (which is rare for Thailand). That said, the pacing is way tf off, the emotional arc is rushed and then sappy out of absolutely nowhere. Before you ask, the kiss is not at issue, we halfway through they should be kissing, but the romantic life changes - too soon. But I don’t care. Finally, they left us this ep reminded of 2 v important things,

this pair kisses beautifully

in BL all mafia be gay

Fun fun!

Last Twilight (Fri YT) ep 2 of 12 - It's official, I love this. It’s a classic caregiver/bodyguard trope where one of them is opening the other one up to the world, but sweetly. I’m enjoying the softness of JimmySea's take and I hope GMM TV takes its cues from the success of My School President and doesn’t push this particular show into rough or edgy territory. Stay on target GMMTV. Don't mess with my bias again!

Twins the series (Fri GaGa) ep 3 of 10 - Finally, our adorable side couple has emerged! This show remains engaging without losing pace (despite the main couple being slow burn), which is all I want from a Thai pulp, and more I could ask for currently from a sports BL.

(Note: when I dictate the computer always puts "Thai pope" instead of Thai pulp - this is hilarious to me.)

Pit Babe (Fri iQIYI) ep 1 of 14 - I guess they didn’t strip the omegaverse out of this. Unfortunately, I’m not an omegaverse fan, so I find its presence extremely off putting. (But it’s kind of amazing that somebody finally put one on our screen.) Unsurprisingly, it’s a lot of alpha posturing and hyper masculinity, because that’s what this kind of worldbuilding is an excuse for (lazy writing and lazier characterization). This means I don’t like Babe AT ALL except that he’s smell orientated and a bit verse. Way is lovely tho, because Nut is a great soft screen presence amongst the testosterone haze.

Middleman’s Love (Fri YT & iQIYI ep 2 of 8 - I’m not gonna lie (when have I ever bothered to lie to you all?) I’m struggling with this show. The sound effects are getting worse. That is not allowed. Still I found this installment slightly more bearable than the last last, probably because there was more of the cast in play and less of Jade being too cringe to live.

Absolute Zero (Weds iQIYI) ep 8 of 12 - AKA temporal paradox of pain.

My Universe (Sun iQIYI) Friends Forever ep 13 of 24 - Ooo it’s a bit of a teacher/student (coach/player) thing. Linguistic negotiation and kinkification of phi. Also actually kinky. But not consensually. Gonna get dark. Bummer.

Playboyy (Thurs Gaga) 1 of 14(!) eps - Whines. Must I? Gaga doesn’t have a skip ahead button. Sad sack main characters really do not work for me. But this was better than I expected. I wasn’t expecting much.

Look: This is helmed by Cheewin (shudder) with screenplay by Den (Only Friends - shudder the second) under Copy A Bangkok (they deserve not my shuddders). It's gonna be a shizz show people. It's Thai dark War of Y style - my least favorites. Apparently, there is meant to be a "plot" but when has Cheewin ever bothered with plot?

On a completely different note does the blond look like that Korean actor/idol from At a Distance Spring is Green & Wanna One to anyone else? Or is it just me? (Park Ji Hoon)

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

A Breeze of Love (Korea iQIYI) eps 3-4 of 8 - I like it a lot. Dongwook is so obtuse and socially awkward and reserved and needy and Dohyun is so gay over and simultaneously wildly confused by this behavior. Fantastic. A bit stiff, even for Korea, btu I'm okay with it since everything else I'm watching right now is decidedly NOT stiff.

I finished it!

Let's Eat Together Aki and Haru AKA Aki wa Haru to Gohan wo - Japan BL movie 1.5 hr

Best friends life together during university - cheerful sunshine loves to cook, grumpy tsundere loves to eat. Aki is a bit manic pixie dream boy for me (not my favorite archetype) but they’re cute and it’s one of those Japanese slice of life pieces like Our Dining Table that isn’t really a romance in fact it’s barely a drama. This isn’t friends to lovers because they’re basically already in a relationship (which everyone around them knows) they just aren’t fucking. I did spend a lot of time worrying that they weren’t eating any green things whatsoever. In the end this isn’t my thing when there’s no kissing at all, and this was a bit too dull even for JBL. Sorry Japan, one cannot trade on cute and cheese alone. I know, you want to. But that's not a BL or a personality. 6/10

I Cannot Reach You AKA I Can't Reach You AKA Kimi ni wa Todokanai (Japan, maybe coming to Netflix) 8 eps - This classic friends-to-lovers BL is everything Japan does best. Angsty. Emo. Aching. Driven by real thirst. Yamato is deeply in love with his childhood bestie, Kakeru, and has been for ages, unable to hide his ungainly damaging high school need. He wants Kakeru in every way possible and it oozes off of the screen. Kakeru is silly and a little simple, but not frenetic or overly camp about it. He is earnest, and genuinely wants to keep Yamato in his life which means giving a romance (and gayness) a fair chance. We watch him realize his affection and what form it can take in a truly authentic way. This show was impossibly kind to both of its lead characters and I felt honored that I got to watch something so lovely and rare play out on my screen.

I LOVE LOVE LOVED THIS. IT'S SO GOOD.

10/10

Let me be perfectly clear: I have watched 646 BLs and only handed out nine 10/10s.

I talk more about why this one made the cut, here.

It's Airing But...

One Room Angel (Japan Gaga) 6 eps - adaptation of Harada’s manga (which I did not like) about a clerk who's stabbed, nearly dies, and returns home to find an angel waiting for him. With only 5 eps and a good chance this won’t end happy, I'm gonna wait and let you tell me how it goes.

SHADOW (Thai Gaga) 14 eps - I'm not wild about Thai horror (or horror at all) even one featuring Singto and Fluke. I'm holding off on this one and if told it's good I'll binge later.

Beyond The Star (Weds iQIYI) 8 eps - House of Stars meets Boyband. I was NOT impressed. Waiting to be told if I should bother.

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps - I find this series more fun to binge, so I'm waiting until it completes its run.

Next Week Looks Like This

STARTING

11/20 Bake Me Please (Mon Gaga) ep 1 of 6 - trailer here, stars Ohm (of OhmFluke) opposite Guide (bestie from IFYLITA). This looks like an actually gay version of Antique Bakery (play it again, BL). I'm intrigued, it looks HELLA pretty.

11/22 7 Days Before Valentine (Weds ????) ep 1 of 10 - trailer here, horror-esk. Adapted from y-novel of the same name, directed by Tu (180 Degree) stars Jet (Why You… Y Me?). When you want your old love again, but fate sends you a reaper instead. All he can do for you is kill people. I'll likely give this a pass and wait to binge if safe.

11/24 VIP Only (Taiwan Fri Gaga) ep 1 of 10 - Screenplay by Lin Pei Yu (WBL) about a chef who courts a shy writer with spicy beef noodles.

11/25 The Sign (Sat ????) ep 1 of 10 - trailer here, horror-esk, but with a suspense and adult characters. Special investigators who loved each other in previous lives reunite in new bodies. Stars Billy Patchanon (BillySeng) & Babe Tanatat (new). Includes other SCOY favorites as a special investigation team. I may give this a try (depending on distribution) because I'm into the non-horror bits.

11/26 The Whisperer (Sun ????) 1 of 10 - trailer here. Thai horror BL that ALSO involves cheating (what joy is mine). He has dimples (My Ride) but I don't think even that gives me the will. You can tell me how this goes.

11/26 Cooking Crush (Sun YT) 1 of 12 - OffGun are back, trailer here. Adapted from the novel “Love Course! เสื้อกาวน์รุกเสื้อกุ๊กรับ” by iJune4S this is about Prem who runs a not-so-popular restaurant with 2 friends. About to go on a cooking competition with a huge reward, Prem gets involved with Ten, a stressed-out med student who wants Prem to teach him to cook.

Still Coming November BL

11/30 For Him (Thurs ????) ep 1 of 10 - high heat trailer, I suspect iQIYI will scoop this one up. From the people who brought us Unforgotten Night (please no) based on a y-novel, man nursing a heartbreak has a one-night stand, but the other boy didn't want it to end. It looks terribly trashy so I'm in! Maybe I'll do a trash watch?

Nov 2023 line up with screen caps here. Not kept updated.

Original 2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED).

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

To be fair this was last week but I did get the screen shot until now. (You are Mine)

I Cannot Reach You serving all Japan's favorite tropes plus some very un-Japan decent kisses.

(Last week)

#this week in bl #bl updates #bl review #I Cannot Reach You #Japanese BL #You Are Mine #Taiwanese BL #Let's Eat Together Aki and Haru #Let's Eat Together Aki and Haru review #2023 bl #upcoming bl #My Dear Gangster Oppa #Thai Bl #Last Twilight #GMMTV #Twins the series #Pit Babe #Playboyy #A Breeze of Love

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Jinx | Sukuna Ryomen

mmafigther!sukuna ryomen x femcoach!reader

Part 13. Last One Before Leaving

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Sypnosis: Sukuna is a world champion with anger issues. It's believed by many that he is untrainable. Yeah, you can't train him, but you can dominate him. Contents: Fighting. Female reader being dom. Jinx AU (the BL, not the character from lol) Yuuji, Choso and Sukuna are brothers. Some characters are out of characters. Warnings: Cursed words, I only read it once. Word Count: 4582 words. Author's Note: I am going to edit the shit out of this fanfic after I drop the last chapter. I am not sure if I will post the next chapter next week because I have to work on some commissions, but I'll try my best because it will be a long one. I promise. Thanks for staying tuned!

Back to old habits. The only thing I could see in the middle of the tunnel was Sukuna's gigantic back, I could raise my hand and trace his tattoos with my fingertips. I took a deep breath to assimilate that this was really happening. This was my last fight as the King of the Ring's coach. This was the last time I would wear the Team Black jacket. The last time I would march to the beat of Sukuna's favorite song. This would be the last time I would be able to support Sukuna this close. We emerged from the darkness and the crowd greeted us in a sea of applause and cheers. Gojo was at my side with a big bright smile, Yuuji was on the other holding his brother's bench and Nanami was behind me, holding the strategy notes.

After the referee took over to check on Sukuna, he hugged everyone quickly before entering the ring. My lips formed a smile involuntarily at his warm touch. I was so proud of him. I was sure he would excel in this fight as in all the others. I already wanted to see him fight in all his glory. I hope I was good enough as a sparring partner for this match.

"Give a warm welcome to Aoi, the demolisher of champions, Todo!” they announced. “I wonder what song he will enter with this time,” I thought curiously.

It was true that Todo was a famous fighter because of his skills, strength and beefy body, but there was a reason why he is very popular. While other fighters enter the arena with rap songs with intimidating lyrics, Todo enters with songs of his favorite k-pop idols. Nayeon's POP! started blaring from the speakers. He came in dancing to the choreography of the said song with his team following closely behind. One could debate the fact that he was the best fighter in the UFC, but he was the one who puts on the best shows.

"What the fuck is this? " Sukuna asked as he stretched out near our corner.

"Oh, I love this song,” Yuuji told me excitedly as he danced to the famous choreography that went viral on TikTok.

It didn't take long for him to get into the ring. In the distance, I could see Yuki waving with a smile as if we were friends. Poor thing, she doesn't know that Sukuna was about to smash her fighter to the ground. Maybe I should give her a sign. I showed her my thumbs down while mouthing the words “he's going down” in an exaggerated way. That was enough to wipe off her smile.

Todo and Sukuna gathered in the center to start the fight. One last fight and we're off. “Come on Sukuna, show me everything I have taught you,” I thought as I watched him excitedly. This would be Sukuna's last fight that I would be able to watch this close. I felt like a little girl again watching her first UFC fight on TV. I still couldn't believe I had come this far in my career. From being a rank-and-file fighter to being the champion of my division to directly training one of the best fighters in the world. I was proud of Sukuna, but I was prouder of myself.

The bell rang and the fun began. The beasts went straight ahead to try to take each other down with their killing punches. For a giant mass of musclemen, Todo was incredibly faster than before. Yuki must have focused his training on speed since he is already strong. There was a moment where Todo was just lashing out jab after jab without Sukuna being able to return them, but he could get away from him to try to attack him from another angle. My fighter was defending himself very well, but he was eating a punch or two. Plus he wasn't working on his offense like we had practiced before. Something was going on.

The third round arrived and Sukuna was still not improving, in fact, his body was beginning to lose resistance from all the missiles he was receiving. His movements were getting slower with every minute, his defense was fading little by little and his offense was not working. He was looking for any path that could lead him to victory, but they were all covered by the great wall that was Aoi Todo. If this was going to judges' decision, the odds weren’t on Sukuna’s side. “What the fuck are you doing wrong=!” I asked my fighter as if he could hear me telepathically.

"Damn, he's getting fucked," Yuuji commented annoyed with the situation.

Wait, his lucky ritual, is that why Sukuna wasn't in his best shape? Hadn't he had satisfying sex the night before? That couldn't be. Sukuna told me that Gojo had hired him a special prostitute the night before. Did he do something different this time? Whatever it was, luck was not on Sukuna's side. He would have to fight with everything his body could offer to keep his title. And after what seemed like an eternity, the bell announcing the end of the third round rang. There was one last round left that we could not squander.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Didn't you get a hard-on last night or what the fuck?” I asked him offended while Yuuji put ice on his bumps to reduce the swelling.

"What the fuck are you talking about, shut up!” Sukuna barked, annoyed.

"Then what the fuck is wrong with you?!” I yelled in his face. "I'm going to support you until the end, but please, stop fucking around and give him a piece of your fucking mind!”

"I'm tired,” he sighed as he closed his eyes. I slapped him. Gojo and Yuuji looked at me, baffled.

"You can rest once you give him a final punch! You're about to lose your title!” I screamed to wake him up from the trance he was in. If his luck wasn’t on his side, his anger would be. I grabbed his face and forced him to look at Yuki. "She's making fun of you, the woman who broke your brother's heart and blamed you for it! Are you going to let her make fun of the king of the ring?! Think about your fans.”

"Sukuna has fans?” Yuuji scoffed.

"If Sukuna has a fan, it's me. If Sukuna has no fans, it is because I am dead. If the world is against Sukuna, then I am against the world,” I said seriously, but the brothers started laughing. My cheeks blushed as I realized what a silly thing I had said. In fact, it was the first time I heard Sukuna laugh out loud. He had a cute smile on his face.

"Stop joking around! We're running out of time,” Gojo scolded us. "Sukuna, you've been boxing all this time. Don't be afraid to use your legs. I know he's a little taller than you, but that's the way you can reach him,” Gojo advised him before they called the fighters back.

Sukuna and Todo met again in the center of the octagon and the bell rang announcing the last round. This was no time to blink. Now everything was in Sukuna's hands. Aoi went at him, looking for the same knockout he had been unable to achieve in the last 20 minutes of the fight. Sukuna was still maintaining his guard as Todo directs his fists to his face. His feet were moving around the octagon in a tug of war that shortened and distanced them with each transition. My athlete looked more focused than he had in the last few rounds, but he needed something better than that.

"Come on Todo, let your guard down,” Yuuji prayed out loud beside me.

There was one minute left on the clock and every second was ticking faster than it should. They were bathed in sweat and blood from open wounds. I wondered what Sukuna was thinking in the midst of the chaos. Todo stepped into Sukuna's space to punch him, but he nimbly evaded it. Taking advantage of Todo being in his space, Sukuna kicked him squarely in the face with a spinning kick. His rival lost his balance, staggered backwards and fell backwards on the canvas.

"Go for it!” I shouted euphorically to Sukuna, but he didn't need my instruction to know what to do.

Sukuna pounced on Todo to beat him relentlessly. The crowd went crazy and Todo’s team was just yelling at him to get up. Team Black exclaimed incoherently from the excitement. Todo made no successful attempt to get up or defend himself. The referee stepped between them, announcing the end of the fight. Sukuna had won by technical knockout. The king of the ring got up tired and ran to the fence while the applause invaded his ears.

"That bastard did it!” I exclaimed excitedly before climbing the fence to meet my champion and hug him. "You're the best, Sukuna!” I sobbed with joy. Tears of happiness cascaded down my cheeks.

"Are you going to cry again?” Sukuna asked me, annoyed, wiping my tears with his thumbs.

"Let me enjoy the last time I will cry for you,” I said with a smile.

Sukuna half opened his lips as if he was about to tell me something, but closed them again. I have no idea what she could have been holding back. I couldn't overthink things like that when the king of the ring had beaten the demolisher of champions.

I didn't hesitate to sign my letter of resignation. I was going to miss Nanami's office. The mahogany furniture made a nice contrast to the silver machinery in the rest of the gym. It was a little oasis of calm in the middle of a chaotic place. There were pictures of him with Yuuji, Sukuna and Gojo in Malaysia, collectible action figures of the king of the ring and plaques of all the fights won by fighters in Team Black. I handed over my official jacket, Sukuna's important analysis documents and my key to the gym on the desk.

"It's a pity you have to leave, but we wish you the best of luck in your professional career,” Nanami said to me in her professional voice once he put the papers in their respective folders.

"Thank you for offering me the job,” I told him. "Uraume will be here in a week. I'm sure it won't take Sukuna long to get used to them.”

Having to leave for my gym meant that Sukuna would be without a floor technique coach, so I called Uraume to see if they were interested in the position. They were one of my first trainers when I decided to leave the Zenin temple. They were very strict, but that's Sukuna's style anyway. Nanami thanked me for the time and led me out of her office. As soon as she opened the door, I was in for a big surprise.

"We’ll miss you, snake!” Yuuji, Gojo, Shoko and the rest of the fighters were gathered to bid me farewell.

"Oh, guys...” I said while trying not to cry at how nice they thought of giving me a surprise goodbye.

"I hope you like red velvet cake,” Megumi said appearing in the crowd with a cake decorated with a paper Medusa head and the words “bon voyage” in icing.

"Megumi, you‘re here!” I squealed before hugging him. As soon as he hugged me back, I noticed that his biceps and triceps had grown. The training with his father was working for him.

"Even though he no longer trains with us, he is still an honorable member of Team Black, just like you,” Yuuji said excitedly.

"Thank you all for the nice surprise. I said with a smile while memorizing the faces of everyone present, although... someone was missing. "Hey, and Sukuna?” I asked.

"He went to the CrossFit gym, but you'll see him tonight. Sukuna said you could choose a place to celebrate his victory and your farewell,” Gojo told me.

A week had passed since the fight. It was a tradition to eat at Sukuna's favorite sports bar after every fight he won, so it had seemed strange to me that he hadn't invited us to lunch as was customary. I was glad to know that this time he wanted to give me the choice. In the end I opted to hold the celebration at a local Korean BBQ restaurant.

The restaurant was bursting at the seams. Almost all the circular tables were occupied by Team Black members. My sense of smell was permeated by the meat cooking over on the grill in the center and the fermented seasonings. Gojo and Nanami chatted pleasantly while Yuuji and Megumi filled me in on how their father's gym was doing. A waitress brought us the bottle of sake Nanami had ordered to celebrate properly.

"Come on, have a drink with me,” I asked Sukuna as I poured him a cup.

"No,” he said before drinking from his glass of water in an attempt to ignore me.

"Don't be like that, just one,” I begged him as I poured him a drink. He kept ignoring me. "Do it for me, as a parting gift,” I pouted. Sukuna looked at me, tempting to listen to me.

"Drink, drink, drink!” Yuuji chanted excitedly along with Gojo. Gradually, the rest of the team began to chant for Sukuna to cheer up.

"Just one,” He agreed before taking the cup that had been poured for him.

"Here's to a bright future,” I proposed a toast with my glass in hand.

"To a bright future!” They all exclaimed in unison with their drinks in hand.

"Cheers!” I exclaimed before Sukuna and I downed the glass in one gulp.

"Hey, do you like Star Wars?” Sukuna asked me, slurring his words from the effects of the alcohol.

After he had a second glass of sake, Sukuna was red in the face and started to be funny with everyone. I could see why he had turned me down every time I offered to drink with me. I knew the “he didn't drink alcohol because of the calories and carbohydrates” was some bullshit. The reality is that he has zero tolerance for alcohol. As soon as Sukuna started saying things like “Yuki wishes I would fuck her”, Nanami asked me to bring him home.

"No, why?” I asked him to keep him awake as I carried him to his room.

"Because Yoda only one for me!” He answered before deflating like a balloon as if he had told the best joke in the world. I could only roll my eyes, but I still laughed.

When we got to his room, I threw him on the bed to let my poor body rest. If Sukuna was a big, heavy man when he was sober, when he was drunk he was like carrying 5 bags of cement on my back. While he was telling terrible dad jokes, I took off his shoes so he could rest comfortably. Even though it was wrong for him to get drunk, I was glad to see him so happy. I always see him angry and worried about being the best. Now he didn't have to worry about that, he could be himself.

"Stay here, I'll get you a glass of water,” I asked him before leaving the room.

I looked for a glass in the cabinets and took the water pitcher out of the refrigerator. I smiled as I remembered the stupid joke I had made. Was this the Sukuna I didn't know? A joking boy with a cute smile that made me laugh out loud. It was a shame I barely saw this side of him after almost a year of working together, but I was glad I had seen him before I left. I heard some bare footsteps coming towards me, “Oh no way,” I thought before turning around to confront him.

"Sukuna, I told you to stay in be-” I was about to scold him, but he shut me up in the most unexpected way.

I didn't even have time to think by the time he had pulled me close to his lips, holding me gently by the nape of my neck. He hugged me to his body around my waist, so I could feel his heart beating like crazy, just like mine. I didn't know what to say, think or do. This was definitely not the Sukuna I had met in Las Vegas, this was a sweet, gentle, romantic man. This was the Sukuna I wanted to meet, why was he showing up here and now? His lips said everything and nothing at the same time.

"No, you're drunk. You don't know what you're doing,” I told him before pushing him by the chest.

"I know exactly what I'm doing,” he said with his cheeks still flushed. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the embarrassment.

Even though his eyes told me he was serious, I didn't believe him. I couldn't believe him. It had taken me so long to fall out of love with him and here I was, about to throw all my hard work away. Sukuna got closer to kiss my forehead softly. He ran down my face leaving little kisses all over, little love bites until he reached my ear. He kissed my ear and then proceeded to suck on my earlobe. A flirtatious tingle ran down my spine. This had gone too far already.

"I can't, I like your brother,” I said as I pushed him again.

"Yuuji is Megumi's boyfriend.” He confessed. I already knew that, it was so obvious.

"I'm talking about Choso. I promised to call him when I stopped being your coach.” I explained.

"You choose him?” He asked me in a whisper as if he was afraid that someone else would hear our conversation.

That was the real question. I had spent almost a month mentally debating why Choso was a better match prospect than him. I should have told him “yes” for sure, but something was holding me back, and I didn't know what exactly it was. He grabbed my chin to force me to look into his eyes. Those deep eyes that the Itadori brothers shared, but his could stand out in a large crowd.

"Yes…” I whispered. He nodded and turned away from me. At last, I could breathe again. "You should drink some water.” I said before passing him the glass I had poured for him.

“Fine, under one condition.” Was this déjà vu? "You'll sleep with me tonight.”

"I'm not sleeping with you,” I crossed my arms in offense.

"I said ‘sleep’, not ‘fuck’,” he clarified.

"Why do you want to sleep with me?” I asked confused.

"I want to watch a movie with you.”

After Sukuna drank his glass of water, we sat under the sheets of her bed to watch whatever was on the old movie channel. I was really surprised that he wanted to watch Casablanca, I didn't think he was one of those movie suckers. Sukuna looked so good in his half open black robe, leaving his strong chest exposed, and his thick framed blue filtered glasses. I looked back at the TV as I realized where my thoughts were going.

Even though we were a considerable distance apart, the atmosphere we had created felt so intimate. We were like a couple who had been married for over 30 years. There may not have been a spark of lust, but we knew for a fact that we were there for each other.

"I didn't know you liked these movies,” I said with my eyes glued to the screen.

"I don't,” I answered. My brow furrowed on its own at that answer.

"Then why are we watching it? I asked confused.

"Because I have insomnia and this helps me sometimes sleep.”

That explained why he was such a first"rate grump. He doesn't rest well, he can't take sleeping medication because it might show up as drugs on UFC medical tests, and his body has to be active during the day.

"Why didn't you ever tell me?” I asked him while the scene where Rick and Ilsa say goodbye at the airport after spending a night together.

"Would anything have changed if I had told you?” Why did I feel he wasn't referring to his insomnia?

"But what about us?” Ilsa cried to Rick.

"We’ll always have Paris,” he answered with melancholy in his voice.

SUKUNA POV

“What the fuck is wrong with me, why did I think I was a goddamn romantic movie lead?! Those movies are already affecting me for the worse,” I thought as I took out the fury in myself on the punching bag. I was sweating like a pig and my shoulders were barely holding up to the exercise, but that was my punishment for kissing the girl my brother likes. The same story could not repeat itself. Choso was just coming back into my life, I couldn't do that to him. I'm a big, stupid idiot.

"Hey, that sack has already suffered enough,” Gojo said, stopping me. "It's 9 o'clock at night, you've been here since 4 am. You ate here, slept on the stretcher and even bought a candy from the vending machine. I know you're a high-performance athlete and all, but this is too much,” Gojo took off my headphones to get my attention.

Being Sunday night, the gym was practically empty. I was supposed to go home, but I couldn't do that. Y/n was there, I wouldn't know how to see her after I had made her sleep with me. I didn't even want to get out of bed in the morning to see her up close as she slept with her mouth open and her hair matted, but despite that, she looked so adorable.

"I'm fine,” I said. I tried to go back to the bag, but my coach didn’t let me.

"This is because she's going to another city, isn't it?” Gojo asked me. Was I being too obvious? "Your surprised face says yes.”

I sat down on the weight bench behind me and ran a towel over my face to wipe off the sweat. Gojo sat down next to me and patted me on the back a couple of times.

"Don't worry, you'll see her at other sporting events, maybe we can do a collaboration with her gym in the future. You will have many opportunities to see her.” Gojo comforted me. "Yuuji told me that Choso will ask her to be his boyfriend soon, possibly they will become a family.”

Y/n getting married in a white dress, lace veil and a beautiful arrangement of white flowers in her hand. I would be at the altar waiting for her with my hand outstretched to live the rest of our lives together, have children and maybe probably a cat named Garfield. Only to wake up from my dream and realize that hand is not mine, but my little brother's. That thought just twisted my stomach and I slammed the water bottle on the floor from the helplessness of not being able to do anything about it. Gojo was startled by the sudden act.

"I was the one who beat up her ex-boyfriend, I was the one who kept her safe, I was the one who defended her from my mother's aggressive comments! Choso hasn't even done anything for her!” I exclaimed annoyed with the whole situation. I jumped out of the seat to start walking from one side to the other in an attempt to get my anger down. "She doesn't know that Choso stopped wetting the bed until he was 12, that he's afraid of clowns and that he still thinks his ex-fiancée is the love of his life! We slept together twice, I showed her how much of a man I can be, how happy I can make her and still...!” I stopped as I realized that a tear escaped from my right eye and had slid down to my chin.

"Come here, boy,” Gojo said before hugging me.

"She picked him...”. I cried to the only person I can trust.

"God, I knew you liked her, but I didn't think it was that serious.” Gojo told me as he hugged me tightly.

"I can't tell her. If I tell her, Choso will never speak to me again. I can't lose my brother again,” I said as I tried to wipe away my tears, but they wouldn't stop coming. "She was the only one who believed in me. Even when my parents and Yuuji didn't.”

She was the only one who supported me above all things and always made sure I knew that. She was loyal to me, in everything but love. What did it cost her to look at me with those eyes too? She has been the only woman I've ever seen that way, and I was about to lose her forever. I was sure I would never find someone like her ever. They might look alike in appearance like that prostitute in Brazil, but they weren't even close to her heels.

Boxes kept piling up at the entrance. Boxes of clothes, boxes with decorations, boxes, and more boxes announced Y/n's upcoming departure. I helped her carry them down to the moving truck that Choso had rented to take them to the new apartment she would share with her friend, Nobara, in Nagoya. I told her I would pay for the entire move, but she said Choso would take care of it.

"I think that would be it,” Y/n said before putting the last box in the back. "This is where we say, ‘I'll see you later.’” She said before shaking my hand.

I shook her hand for a cordial farewell. This would be the last time I would touch her smooth skin and feel her firm grip. I was devastated inside, but I had to fake a smile on the outside. It was for everyone's sake. This was for the best.

"Thank you for allowing me to work with you. I learned many things. Please watch my fights,” she asked me cordially. I doubted very much that I would see them.

"Thank you for training me, even if you didn't want to at first,” I answered.

"I always wanted to train you. Didn't I ever tell you the reason?” She asked me, surprised at herself. I didn't know what she was talking about, I thought she thought I was a big asshole from the start. "After your fight with Suguru Geto, my first coach, I was very curious to meet you to know the secret of your skills. Now that I know, I doubt I can replicate it,” she said with a playful wink, referring to my lucky ritual.

"We have to go now, or it will get dark,” Choso said to Y/n while hugging her by the shoulders.

"We'll be in touch,” she said excitedly.

The new couple got into the truck, and they didn’t look back as I waved goodbye to them from the curb. I pulled out my phone to look up Y/n's contact to change her name from “Coach ♥️” to “NO ANSWER.”

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bengiyo · 5 months

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I Became the Main Role of a BL Drama Ep 1

We have a new Japanese BL about two actors living together in preparation of a BL role. I am ready.

Oh shit this is a 45-minute drama!

Looks like our protagonist is an aging child actor.

Oh boy. Even I'm noticing the color coding right away.

This producer reminds me of the fan who was helping Nekoyashiki-kun in Kabe Koji.

Now why is Akafuji avoiding him?

Yes, they should definitely live together for chemistry. Good job, BL.

I need the reveal that Akafuji is secretly obsessed with Aoyanagi and that's why he's being awkward.

There it is. He was wearing a goddamn shirt.

OMG his manager didn't know he was a stan.

I'm so glad the managers are talking it over. But also, they know each other it seems. I ship it. They fucked. At least twice.

Oh ho! A new idol appears. He will sow much chaos I am sure. He had them throw feathers. I'm obsessed.

This whole exchange after Akafuji slips is perfect. This is exactly the kind of whole scene telling a story is what I love the most.

I love this dynamic. I love how out of alignment they are in the most ridiculous way.

Yes, go ahead and take him home. Akafuji's manager is dying.

Y'all see him zipping that jacket with one hand? Girls, I am having thoughts.

He really passed out from Aoyanagi's hands.

I really love how ridiculous Akafuji is next to Aoyanagi's serious approach to the work.

Oof, and there goes Aoyanagi's confidence again.

Oh my god we're ending here? That's a good choice.

This was fantastic. We got so much that might have normally taken weeks to get through. I'm so invested in this dynamic and what happens when Aoyanagi learns that Akafuji is a stan.

#Ben watches #bl drama no shuen ni narimashita: crank up hen #japanese bl #bl series #i became the main role of a bl drama

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somebluemelodies · 4 months

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@atthebell's SPIDERBIT WEEK DAY FIVE: weed fic | mermaids spiderbit mermaid au's are so personal to me i'm actually obsessed with them

There's a storm above the water when Cellbit surfaces. It's wreaking havoc on the surface, tall waves pushing him up and down and rocking him back and forth, making it hard to survey his surroundings.

It worries him. It's not the first storm he's ever seen, and he knows it won't be the last, but that's not it. The familiar ship is gone from the dock, and that's what worries him.

Because it means he's out there somewhere, in the midst of this chaos.

He shouldn't care about humans, he knows that. And he doesn't! For the most part. Only one, really.

(Roier. He likes the way the name sounds. It's perfect, just like its owner.)

And he really, really cares about that one. So much so that he feels fuzzy and warm at the mere thought of him. So much so that he could spend his whole life just listening to him talk about what makes him happy. So much so that the time between their meetings makes his heart ache with longing.

(He's in love. But he'd never admit that aloud. It's not like they can be together. Not unless...

He wouldn't do that to his human. His human friend. Friend.)

To try and quell the worrying quickly brewing in his chest, he takes off away from the land, deeper into the ocean. The downpour makes it hard to see ahead, the booming of thunder makes it hard to focus, but he persists. He has a mission.

Roaring oranges and yellows in the distance create a beacon against the gray, drawing him forward. The closer he gets, he starts to hear shouting over the rainfall. The crackling of flickering flames.

There's two ships, but only one is burning. He sees people fighting. Pirates and masked figures in all white. He sees people running.

He sees him.

His beloved human is a fighter it seems, battling two of the strange figures. And he's quite the fighter, making the whole thing look admirably easy as his weapon - a cutlass, Roier said it was - disarms one of the figures, knocking its body to the floorboards.

Life has always been eerily good at changing in the blink of an eye, though. And it happens in a flash.

Lightning ignites the sky, a deafening clap of thunder following. The ship rocks a little too hard, throwing Roier off his balance as he's nearly thrown overboard.

And then the second figure, that hellish, disgusting, wretched thing, strikes. Cellbit can't see it, but he can see his human's face, the way it contorts in pain, and he knows.

And he's mortified.

(Not his human. Not Roier. Not his Roier.)

The monster draws its weapon back, and it's stained, dripping red. And like the heartless thing it must be, it and its recovered ally send him toppling overboard, into the stormy sea.

Cellbit feels like he's been shocked, shooting back under the water and zipping forward, searching.

He finds Roier, bleeding crimson into the sea from a spot that looks way too close to his heart as he sinks down, down, down, pulled deeper and deeper by the waves.

He grabs Roier, who seems momentarily stunned to see him. There's a hand on his face, then, and Cellbit trills, nearly melting into the touch, but then Roier's eyes flutter shut and he immediately remembers he's running against the clock.

They're too far from land now. Cellbit could only keep him above the surface for so long. Only one option saves him from an untimely fate.

He pulls Roier deeper, away from the chaos near the surface, and towards the seafloor. And, cradling his face in both webbed hands, kisses him, praying to a god he doesn't quite believe in that it isn't too late for his magic to run its course.

(Maybe it's selfish. But he doesn't care. If it means keeping him breathing, keeping him alive, he'd choose this a million times over.)

He feels energy. Powerful, almost overwhelming energy. Then, white envelops them.

When the white finally begins to dissipate, only then does he pull away, only just enough. Cellbit sees shimmering deep reds and blues in his peripheral, no more bleeding, too, but he focuses on Roier's face.

He sees newfound gills flare, and then Roier gasps sharply, eyes shooting open. He's off-balance, kicking a tail instead of legs, and he realizes it quickly, eyes widening. "What the fuck?!"

Cellbit steadies him, hands on his waist, and only then does Roier seem to fully notice he's there. "What did you do..?"

"It was the only way to keep you alive," Cellbit answers, and God, does finally being able to speak to him ignites something in his heart. "I didn't want you to die. I couldn't let you die."

Roier seems to have the same thought process as him, as instead of further questioning his new state first, an awed smile starts to cross his face. "You can talk to me."

"Well, you're like me now."

"Shit, man, how did you do that?"

Cellbit flushes. "I... I believe you call it a kiss?"

He goes to pull after a few moments, sheepish as Roier processes, but then Roier's arms are around his neck, and he blushes deeper. "Is that so?"

Cellbit nods slowly, and then their eyes lock. Roier moves an arm from around his neck, hand once again cupping his face with a gentleness that makes him feel weak all over. His voice is soft, and Cellbit wonders if his heart is about to beat out of his chest. "Can I return the favor?"

Cellbit's eyes widen, flickering down to Roier's lips. "You can..."

(Since when were his feelings reciprocated?)

(Since when was this possible?)

The latter hums, smiling. "Perfect."

He tilts Cellbit's face up, and they both let their eyes close, closing the gap between them.

The kiss is soft, almost tentative, but there's no trace of franticness to be found anymore. No panic, no fear, no worry.

Euphoria floods their veins, and the chaos is forgotten.

(...who was Cellbit to question this?)

There's a lot to figure out. But they'll do it. They'll make it work like they have thus far.

Together.

#i just kinda ran with this she's a bit of a mess #leave it to spiderbit to kiss mere moments after being able to actually communicate with each other #they totally would argue with the wall #idk what this is but i'm kinda proud of it #mermaid spiderbit my beloved i want to revisit this soon #whether it's this exact au or not #qsmp cellbit #qsmp roier #spiderbit #qsmp #blue writes qsmp #atthebell's spiderbit week #spiderbit mer au

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rascal-xo · 1 year

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Omg omg omg, I’ve been thinking about this a lot but do you think you can write about Soap and reader like they broke up a long time ago but the problem is he still has feelings for her but she’s in a relationship with someone else…idk it’s your page you can create it how you want it.

Unhealed Wounds | Soap MacTavish x Female Reader |

Chapter Summary: Time heals all wounds except for you and Johnny MacTavish’s very intricate history together…

| Timelines overlap in this fanfic - character(s) from a different campaign |

Warnings: ANGST, fluff, minor smut, violence

Word Count: 987

Taglist: @glitteryeggalmondherring @fiveshelmet @madamemelancholysstuff @myguiltypleasures21 @pukbadger @boniscute

A/N: Thank you sm for the request!! I haven’t written for Soap specifically yet so I’m excited to see how it goes. I hope you enjoy 🩷🩷

“You’re so serious.” You chuckled, running your hand through Keegan’s soft black hair. Lying half on his chest, you felt the warmth of his body against yours. He lay on his back, tracing gentle circles on your bare back with his fingers.

The sheets were tangled around your bodies, a testament to the passion you had just shared moments earlier in the small on base lodgings you shared.

It was true, Keegan was as serious a sniper as they came. It was a rare moment of tranquility in your worlds full of chaos and conflict. For now, the weight of duty and the battles ahead were forgotten, replaced by the peace that enveloped the room.

He stayed quiet, looking up at the ceiling lost in his thoughts. You leaned up on your elbow, and studied his face, searching for a glimpse of vulnerability beneath his stoic exterior. Then it hit you. “You’re leaving again.” You said, the soft smile fading from your lips.

A flicker of emotion passed through Keegan's eyes, a fleeting sadness that he quickly masked. "I don’t have a choice, you know this.” You did know. The constant ebb and flow of deployments, the bittersweet cycle of being reunited and then having to leave once more—it was a reality you had both grown accustomed to, but it didn't make it any easier.

You had met Keegan when you honorably left the 141 and began to work along side his unit in covert combat operations.

Overtime you got to know him more and you two grew closer over the past few years. You both had agreed there would be no strings attached and that it would strictly be a casual thing but neither of you had plans to keep that promise.

After your last relationship years back, you weren’t sure if you could do it again but he had a way with his words and his hands

A silence settled between you, Keegan's fingers ceased their gentle circles, his hand now coming to rest on your lower back.

By the next day you had said your knowing goodbyes and by the next week you too were off to your next assignment. You got off of the transport plane and stepped foot on the familiar base.

Muscle memory brought you to the small briefing room located in the main wing of the large military base. You pushed open the door and were greeted by a group of familiar faces. “Hope you all didn’t start without me.”

“Sergeant!” Gaz called out, happy to see an old friend.

“Glad to have you back, even if it’s for a little while eh?” Captain Price took your hand in a friendly shake.

You smiled, the warmth of their welcome easing the small ache of separation that had lingered since your unexpected departure. It felt good to be back among the familiar camaraderie of the your old team.

“Nice to know you’re alive.” Ghost said, monotonously as you’d remembered him.

“Glad to know you’re still as charming as ever, Simon.” You teased, taking your seat next to him. You suddenly looked over to see Soap walking in, he paused for a split second seeing you in the room.

“Y/N.” His eyes were wide in shock for a moment and then he gave a small nod. “Good to see you again.”

“You too, Johnny.” You smiled, watching him take his seat across from you. Deep down his emotions swirled within—a blend of happiness, regret, and a longing for what once was your relationship.

You and Johnny dated for the last 2 and a half years of the 6 years that you were in the 141. Things had started off amazing; you two had unmatched chemistry. Romance wasn’t hard to come by between the two of you and you were in a good place.

But miscommunication and missed opportunities for connection led to growing resentment and frustration. In the end, you both made the difficult decision to part ways romantically, believing it was for the best.

Johnny had not taken it as well as you had hoped which made things bitter for the both of you and much harder to work together.

The mission demanded your focus, and you both buried your personal history beneath the carpet of professionalism. What had happened was in the past.

The briefing went on and soon enough the mission had came and gone. You all found yourself back at a bar near base for a mini post-mission downtime celebration.

You sat at the bar with the rest of the 141, drinks in hand and laughter filling the air. It was a much-needed respite after the intensity of the mission, a chance to unwind and revel in each other's company.

The atmosphere was calm, the clinking of glasses and conversations from the other patrons blending. You found yourself taking a step outside to get some air, as you were beginning to feel stuffy inside.

You made your way through the crowd and found yourself outside the bar, the cool night air providing a welcome contrast to the warmth inside. You lit a cigarette, the smoke curling upwards as you exhaled, lost in thought.

As you took a drag, you heard the door creak open behind you, and a figure emerged from the dimly lit interior. It was Johnny, his expression a mix of determination and vulnerability.

"Y/N," His voice said, breaking the silence, his voice laced with a hint of longing. "You barely said more than 20 words to me the entire time you’ve been here.”

"It’s not on purpose, Johnny," you replied, your voice steady but tinged with caution.

He stepped closer, his eyes searching yours, his voice filled with a mix of regret and frustration. "I've been thinking a lot about us, about how things ended. It didn't have to be that way, Y/N. We could have fought for what we had."

You took a step back, the smoke from your cigarette swirling around you like a veil of uncertainty. "Johnny, you had 2 years." you said, your voice tinged with a mix of sadness and resignation. "It doesn’t matter now.”

Johnny's frustration gave way to anger, his face contorted with a mix of hurt and resentment. In a moment of recklessness, he closed the distance between you, his hands reaching out to cup your face as he pressed his lips against yours.

Caught off guard, you instinctively pushed him away, the taste of his kiss mingling with the sting of regret. "You’re drunk" you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. "We’re not doing this, Johnny." You took another breath. “I’m with someone now.”

His expression shifted from anger to betrayal, his eyes filled with a mixture of disappointment and anger. "You’re not the person you used to be." he spat, his voice laced with bitterness.

A heaviness settled in your chest as his words hung in the air. “You lost me once already, and you’re about to fuck it up again.” You said, your voice now steady.

Without another word, you turned away, your steps heavy against the rain as you made your way back inside the bar. The revelry continued, the laughter and music filling the space, but within you, a sense of annoyance lingered.

You knew that the wounds of your past relationship with Johnny would take time for him to heal, but in that moment, you resolved to focus on the present, to find some relaxation in the bonds of friendship and the shared purpose that the 141 provided for the time being.

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sofiiel · 9 months

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Eddie Date: Love You Better

When he found you crying over the one who broke your heart two weeks ago, Eddie knew exactly what he was going to do with that extra Metallica ticket. "Sorry, Jeff, but this is a dire situation." He says over the phone. "I get it man, do what needs to be done" Jeff replied, hiding the urge to chuckle. His friend was now a man on a mission.

You'd gotten a call from Eddie telling you to get dressed, he had a surprise for you. Hearing the mischief in his voice, you'd decided not to question it and just do as he said.

Some wild plan of his, for sure. Probably some gathering at the hideout. It's only been obvious to the whole world you've been down in the dumps. But you could really use the distraction.

When you hear someone at the door, you know it's him.

Opening the door with a smile, it fades to a shocked gasp.

There's no Eddie, just a full blooming bushel of roses.

"Hey, ____." The roses said in Eddie's tone. His head pops around them, and he flashes you a giant grin. He's dressed his best and his fragrance wafts up to your nose.

"Fuck ol'whozitwhatsit." he smirked.

You choke back the urge to cry again and take the roses.

"So what is this Eddie?" you ask

"Me showing you not to settle, ever again." Eddie says.

Eddie takes you out to lunch first, claiming that you're going to need fuel for energy. Because, "break-ups totally drain you, like full zombie mode. Right? Build that strength back up" he says, lips stretching into a goofy smile, "trust me you'll need it."

From there it's a long Van ride, you know you're really in for when the sign ahead reads "Leaving Hawkins." You look at Eddie but he ignores it, still carrying on with the conversation and drinking what's left of his soda.

After Hours of driving with the music on blast, Eddie finally tells you to close your eyes. You humor him and go along with it. Eddie carefully fumbles around, trying to get you out of the Van. His hand firmly around yours.

"No peeking 'k?" he keeps asking, leading you about. You can hear excited chatter and feel the surrounding crowd.

Eddie stands behind you, turning your body in a specific direction. You hear many people cheer and shout, the place is roaring with one unified call.

"Open your eyes." He murmurs.

And when you do, through a sea of darkness you spot the bright huge sign "Metallica"

You can hardly believe it, turning from Eddie to the stage and back again.

He laughs lightly, "You needed to get away for a moment." he explains. "I figured it'd take my special kind of medicine to get your face to remember its world-famous smile."

And it does, as you beam at him.

Together you have a headbanging, horn shaking, 'my voice will be gone tomorrow' good time.

You leave in matching band tees that you changed into in the bathrooms.

Returning to Eddie's van, he's stuck rambling about the show while you two munch on the food you raided the concessions for.

He's so excited that he has you hyped as well. Eddie reenacting a few stunts his heroes did on stage while his words go a mile a minute.

After a while, he calms himself down enough to ask you if you'd had a good time.

You tell him yes, and it somehow leads to you pouring out every feeling you've felt since your break-up.

Eddie patiently listens and when you start to tear up he quietly takes your hand, giving it a solid squeeze.

"It might not count for much but... I need you to know you'll always have me." he says.

Eddie gives a gentle tug and pulls you into a hug.

"You deserve better anyway." he mutters into the top of your head.

You two spend many more hours simply talking before you look out the window and realize - the parking lot is now empty.

So the two of you make the long drive back home.

Eddie tapping a beat on the steering wheel, and you kicked back in your seat, humming to the radio with the windows down.

It's a mite chilly, so He lends you his jacket as a blanket.

"Welcome to Hawkins" the sign reads.

Your eyes are hardly staying open.

Eddie parks down the block, he wants to walk you home.

It's a quiet walk and on the way he slips his hand into yours. It's clear he's interested in you, but he's going to keep his distance, give you time to heal.

At your front door, He peers down at you with a grin.

"So did you like your surprise?" he asks you.

You look at him silently and for a second he panics. You can see the worry in his eyes.

Leaning forward, you kiss his cheek.

"I did, did you?" you ask him.

Eddie's mouth his clenched tight, his eyes screaming as his cheeks slowly turn pink.

"Goodnight Eddie, and thanks." you tell him, stepping inside and closing the door.

Meanwhile, He's still stuck in place, heart hammering away as he tries to remember how to breathe.

"I did." he whispers, a grin swallowing up his face. He turns and heads back to the van.

"Goodnight, ____." he murmurs to himself on the way.

#more eddie fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #bestfriend!eddie munson

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tbhimnoteasyonmyself · 3 months

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THEORY TIME: KENG IS DEAD AND H(A)UNTING

So: this week's episode was a big load of

But, in the famous words of MCR: we all carry on~~

Jin saw Keng in the temple, right? We all remember that. But Phee did NOT (or so he claims). And that's not because Phee didn't know him, because he absolutely did. So what does that mean?

For once, I am a "there's a paranormal something going on in here" so Imma get right on and say that is a ghost. And they're being haunted. So why would the ghost not appear to Phee?

Well, we ALL (enphasizing this for the people claiming Non is a cheater and fundamentally misunderstanding power dynamics and minor abuse) know Keng gets to abuse Non because he's extremely vulnerable. Phee, by removing himself from the equation, and thus taking away the only voice of reason Non actually made an effort to try and listen to, he's making him all the more vulnerable. Hence, enabling Keng's abuse even further. So, seemingly, from what we know until now, Keng has no reason to dislike Phee.

On the other hand, Jin recorded him and Non (even if he did not publish it and it was Tee [as some speculate due to the accusation that Fluke makes back in the present] or someone else). That was an act against him. (and we can all hate him for it, after all, he was an asshole for doing it, but the truth is that boy was living in his BL bubble and his entire world fucking shattered in that moment and I can't think that must be easy)

If we take that, we can justify Jin's guilt in the present and how he's always going on about "being a coward" and "dead weight". But also possibly speculate about his guilt in the past.

If you did nothing to help when he was bullied and then recorded your friend (and crush) in that kind of situation, wouldn't you feel guilty?? And if you knew Non was dating Phee and they broke up because of that asshole Keng, wouldn't you be raging and boiling?? I would.

Honestly, I think we can consider murder here, tbh. So much cowardice is returned in bravery the day Jin loses his goddamn mind and kills Keng to try and defend Non. Obviously though, if that happened, we can assume it went wrong (they couldn't hide the body, Non was framed for the murder, Jin ran away and left him to take the blame, Non ended up killing himself because he was attached to his groomer whom he now saw as his lifeline, etc... idk, there's a number of possibilities). Point is: Keng is probably dead, in my opinion. And he's on the h(a)unt.

This would also explain the hand on Tee during ep.1: Keng is a known perv. He's fucking weird. Sure, he seems to be more of a pedo and all, but young adults (as they are in the present) are still considerably younger than he would be. Plus, they were his students and I feel like that matters to him as well (because again: fucking creep).

So what about Non?

Tbh, I don't know. He could be alive (as the killer or not), he could be institutionalized (as @fracturediron suggests in this post), he could be dead... Idk. We'll have to wait and see what this bs happening to him all leads to. Idk. I seriously don't know. It's a mystery to me and if y'all are more capable than me, pls go ahead and speculate, bc I can't.

Either way: great episode this week. Can't wait to see where this series is going.

#dff the series #dff #dead friend forever #dead friend forever the series

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ppeonppeonhan · 2 months

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Dead Friends Forever Q&A-Style Review

I listen to a movie podcast called The Rewatchables, and they have interesting categories that I want to examine this series through.

Most rewatchable scene: It has to be the last one, because we've been talking about it nonstop since it aired. Plus, it lives in my head, rent-free, like Non is haunting me. Like WE failed him. 😱

But since I'm a BL girlie, who loves a well-crafted sex scene, I also have to include both of Phee and Jin's high-heat moments when Phee's trying to seduce him on the balcony and when they have rough sex in Jin's room. I'm not gonna lie: That was some king shit on Ta's end.

Best quote: "No one could leave this abandoned house — not even one." Come on! It foretold the surreal ending and fulfilled the victim's wishes. Gold.

What aged the best? The way that even the bullies perceived teacher Keng as a groomer, who took advantage of a desperate child — that will most definitely make that subplot still bearable even a decade from now.

What's aged the worst? The unaliving and SA montage in the finale that some have said was insensitive/irresponsible to have included. It was like trigger after trigger after trigger — practically a machine gun of traumatic scenes. The fandom could sincerely organize a class action lawsuit against the writer and director for them to pay for our therapy bills.

Scene-stealing location: The lake. Such a beautiful setting for romance, betrayal, and revenge. 😈

Best shot: Definitely the one of Tan from above when he's successfully drugged all of his victims. Iconic.

Are we sure this person is good at their job? Tee's uncle. The fact that he has so much riding on two teenagers is ridiculous. He didn't just start being a con man / mob boss that week. How does he not have a more stable criminal infrastructure at this point?

Best use of food and drink: Obviously, Tan spiking the beverages, knowing it would be the easiest way to poison everyone.

Was there a better title? Absolutely not. The play on the phrase "Best Friends Forever," an archaic term popularized in the '90s that puts way too much pressure on kids to find their kindred spirit and hold on to them through adolescence and adulthood, was inspired. It truly encompassed the impossibility of it all. There are just so many obstacles ahead of you, like peer pressure, family obligations, love triangles, bullying, ego, insecurity, and cowardice, that it's a lofty promise to make when you've barely finished puberty. Plus, it kind of hints at the ending...

Overacting award: Some could argue Barcode, but part of his performance was meant to be surreal, because it was in the dream state. I, personally, vote Jet (Top). Sometimes I felt like his character was in an entirely different, far more slapstick genre.

The "That Guy" Award: This category is for the actor/famous person you see all the time, but don't know the name of. I noticed a lot of people were excited to see Perth, so I "saw him all the time" on my feed. When I Googled him, that's when I learned that he was on a reality show with other Be On Cloud stars.

Scene-Stealer (with very few scenes): Honestly, whichever extra/stunt double they had wearing that mask, freaking us out. The most memorable of which was when its creepy hand groped Tee.

Recasting couch:

I think Nanon (Bad Buddy) could've been interesting as the tormented Tan, because we would've bought his innocence longer.

It could've added to the mystery if we had the BL twins, AJ and JJ, confuse the narrative.

I would watch Neo in almost anything at this point, and he could've played the morally conflicted Tee as he showcased those skills already in Only Friends.

A younger Mark (Last Twilight) would've fit so well into this cast. He plays lost and guilty quite well.

Picking Nits: This category is for pointing out things that just don't add up.

Why didn't Phee's cop dad have more questions about his son's behavior and activities after he saw who his son was involved with?

What teenager is fine going somewhere that has no wifi or reception? Even I wouldn't do that and I've had wifi as long as these characters have been alive.

Why was Non, a teenager, being medicated for mental health issues, but not being monitored by a mental health professional?

If Tee's uncle didn't want to be at a loss if Non died unexpectedly, then why didn't he let him get his wounds treated and get some rest? Unless the plan was always to harvest his organs, which would still have merited rest. Nobody wants shitty organs.

Unanswerable Questions

If Jin and Phee survived, would they have got back together?

If Non were alive, would Phee have ditched Jin?

What did they do with Non's body?

And, of course, after succeeding: Does Tan recover from his grief and move on with his life? Does he successfully escape arrest? Does he leave behind evidence of what the boys did to his family to further persecute them in death? Is his revenge plot really over...?

That was fun! Tag me if you answer the same Qs.

#bl drama #thai bl #bl series #thai drama #dead friend forever #dff the series #dff spoilers #bl review

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kpoptrashlord-007 · 2 years

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Little Mouse;; PSH

Word Count;; 2.4k

Genre;; Yandere + Smut

Pairing;; Seonghwa x Reader

Summary;;

You’ve escaped the toxicity of your past and greener pastures lie ahead… yet there’s a dark cloud brewing overhead, brimming with the promise of retribution. Sometimes it’s better to just give in and weather the storm.

Warnings;;

Dark fic!! Toxic!Seonghwa, abusive/loveless relationship, obsessive behaviour, reader is a sub, oral sex (m!receiving), degradation + use of ‘Daddy’, sadistic Seonghwa, threat of a belting, video filming w/ threat of blackmail, slight dacryphilia

Notes;;

Valentine’s Prompts : Cat and Mouse + Rose Petals

I’ve gotta post this so I can move on tbh

Second half went to shit because I was uncomfortable lmfao

My beta reader said, "Seonghwa is an asshole! He made me feel bad about myself!" so fair warning

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You met a boy a few weeks ago and he’s everything. From his dazzling smile to his kind eyes and his warm personality, he’s what many would consider ‘perfect’. When he calls you late at night it’s to hear you talk, not to summon you to his side. His gifts are the type you can show your family rather than hiding them within your closet. He even compromises. For the first time in years you’ve been given a voice. And the best part of it all is that he wants to go steady with you.

As in your boyfriend.

You, with a real, proper boyfriend. If only your younger self could see you now, living the life of a romance protagonist – grand gestures and all. He’s on the flashy side but it’s in good faith. No harm, no foul, even if sometimes it’s embarrassing when done in front of your coworkers and friends. At least he’s open with his feelings unlike your last… fling. You can’t even call it a relationship; he’d never acknowledged you as anything other than his little mouse.

Clenching your hands around the steering wheel, you inhale fresh air into your tired lungs. Your exhale comes too soon, too fast. Inhaling deeper, you let loose the anger you have toward him. Not in an explosive outburst but with a gentle sigh. Negativity breeds negativity and you’ve had your fill. Good things are on the horizon for those who seek them out and you’re ready to reap the seeds of change you’ve sown. It’s only getting better from here on out, that’s what your life coach says, and this year it actually feels true.

And so you had packed up your things, deleted his number, and met someone better.

You’ve been born anew and given a second chance.

Manifest your dreams.

It’s a mantra (one of many taught to you through some online self-help program that costs more than your mortgage) that you repeat to yourself. Over and over the words loop inside your brain as you pull up to your house. The ‘spend money to make money’ has yet to prove true but you plan to add a garage once it does. For now you settle for parking in the driveway and going through the motions as you put up the sun shade. It darkens the vehicle, makes it cosier.

Taking out your phone you check for new messages, brave enough to face the repercussions of your actions now that you’re alone and detached from the world. To your relief there’s nothing from either man. Perhaps he’s letting you go without a fight, maybe even moving on to his next toy. While that does alleviate some tension, it’s only temporary. Your stomach is quick to fold in on itself, stretching and contorting at the cruel realisation that you can’t ascertain just which of the two you wish the statement were true for.

Brilliant streaks of purple and orange paint the sky as dusk approaches. If you stay in your car any longer, night will fall and the air will turn bitter. Grabbing your bag, you slip your phone back inside before walking up the narrow pathway to your quaint home. It’s nothing extravagant but it’s yours and there’s not very many things you can say that for. The porch features a rickety chair, two (dead) potted plants, a welcome mat that’s years overdue for a replacement, and… roses?

Blood red petals greet you upon your approach. Most have blown away but some still linger, welcoming you home. Aside from the glass vase holding the bulk of the flowers, there’s some shoved in between the main door and the storm door. It’s just the buds, as well as a plethora of loose petals. In a way they beckon you to enter. Grabbing the vase, you indulge them.

The petals tumble around your feet the moment the storm door creaks open. It’s a stark contrast; the ruby red dripping onto your fading black shoes is reminiscent of an artsy noir film. Despite the queasiness it invokes, you can’t help but smile. This is exactly the kind of outrageous display your (dare you say it?) boyfriend is prone to. Taking a deep breath, the sweetest aroma caresses you. It’s everything you could ever wish for.

He’s everything you could ever wish for.

You reach for your phone to shoot off a text to your boyfriend when a cold gust whips down the street. Violent and sudden, it steals several lawn chairs and flamingos, snapping them in half as they slam against cars and fences. The rose petals and their enticing fragrance are blown away without a trace. Picking up in velocity, the wind slams the glass storm door into your side, threatening you to go inside or face its wrath.

Sometimes it’s best to relent and just weather the storm.

Pushing open your main house door, you turn back to grab the storm door lest it be torn from its hinges. It’s a game of tug-o-war. Forced to abandon the rose vase on the ground, you dig in with your heels to get the upper hand on the torrential winds. Leveraging your body against the threshold, you apply what little knowledge of physics you recall from school to create a fulcrum between the wall and your knee. It does the trick and the door shuts with a thunderous crack. With no energy to fight further, you close and lock the house door as well.

The house is plunged into darkness. Unlike the car, it’s not comforting in any way, shape or form. Even though it’s been your home for several months now, there’s something unnatural about the way the shadows sit. You toss your handbag into their hungry grasp. It thuds against the couch.

While the storm has yet to reach peak levels of destruction, it may have still killed the electricity. You pray it hasn’t. Finding the switch through pure muscle memory and instinct, you flip it on and--

Light floods your small living room. Licking up the length of your spine, shivers wrack your body into a tremor. Everything is red. In the seconds it takes for your eyes to adjust, you’re reminded of Seonghwa. He liked you best when you were red: red lips, red lace, red eyes, red cuts.

Even when you distinguish the sea of red on your beige carpet to be roses, tears sting the corners of your eyes. This isn’t right. Petals litter your floor, lining a path up toward your bedroom. A pair of teddy bears await you at the top of the stairway. One is holding a rose while the other is made of roses.

Step by step you make your way to the top.

You don’t bother to wonder how he got inside. When Seonghwa wants something, he gets it. And who else but Seonghwa would go to this much effort just to torment you? Playing with your heart is a pastime he can’t help but indulge. Love is, after all, a game to him. You’re a game to him.

Picking up the fluffy bear, you sniff the rose attached to its little paw. It’s pointless when the whole house smells this way but the action itself seems like something a leading actress would do before she smiles coyly at her beloved. You cradle the bear to your chest and continue toward the inevitable, following the path he so carefully laid out for you.

The closer you get to your bedroom, the less fight you have. There’s a faint glow colouring your door in orange and flickering shadows. Despair weighs you down until all you can muster is the dragging of your feet along the plush carpet. Beyond the spattering of candles no doubt lies a punishment. It’s one you deserve, which makes the whole situation worse.

Collecting the few articles of clothes he allowed you to keep at his place in the middle of the day with nary a note was a low-blow, even for you. And though you weren’t a couple, it’s still courteous to officially end a relationship you never plan to revisit. Blocking him on all your social media and changing your number wasn’t the right way to do it. Facing him head on, however, never felt like a viable option.

With your hand on the knob, you look down to take a deep breath and regret it immediately. The candles are set up in the shape of a heart. Another display, another act. He’s meticulous and sadistic, and this is a statement. How’d you ever get tied up with such a monster? Not bothering to hold back, tears crawl down your face as you push open the door. At least now you’re bearing gifts - he always did love to see you cry.

Sprawled out on your bed, he’s staring at the ceiling when you enter. His leather-clad legs are spread wide and his arms prop his head up. Disappointment twists his lips into a scowl. The effect it has - he has - on you is instantaneous. Dropping your head in shame, you close the door and take a step toward him, embracing your teddy bear tighter for support.

Rising to a sitting position, he crooks his finger and beckons you forward. “Come here.”

“Seonghwa, I’m sor–”

“Quiet.”

Your mouth clamps shut. Doing as he says, you cross the room in silence. He stands to shimmy out of his plain white shirt, abandoning it on the floor. The action leaves his hair tousled. As always, he’s a sight to behold.

Clicking his fingers and pointing down toward his feet, he says, “Get on your knees.”

“But–”

“Now.”

Ever dutiful to his command, you drop to your knees. The carpet does little to cushion your fall and a sharp jolt claws up your leg. You know better than to keep him waiting, however, so you ignore the pain in favour of unbuckling his belt. The metal is cold to the touch and your fingers tremble. While the design isn't intricate you struggle to remove it, earning an impatient sigh.

"Fucking useless," he mutters, slapping your hands aside. "The only thing you're good for is sucking cock, isn't that right?"

You nod as he removes the belt with deft fingers. Dark eyes glower down at your quivering form. Seonghwa has a way of tearing people apart with a single look – you've always felt so insignificant beneath him.

Unable to hold his gaze, you drop your head. Just when your life was taking a positive turn, he had to stroll back into it. While you didn't know the 'how', the 'why' of his return was more pressing. Couldn't he find a new plaything to break? Why did it have to be you?

Somewhere overhead comes the crack of his belt. It whips through the air and a small breeze rushes against your face. You flinch, falling back on your heels. Tears well in your eyes. At a pace much too slow for his growing impatience, you return your focus to Seonghwa.

"Pathetic." He laughs. It's a venomous sound, filled with malice and malintention. "Hurry up."

It's easier to work under great pressure; buttons and zippers are undone with little hesitation despite how bleary your moist eyes are. Smooth like marble, you pull his pants down his soft thighs. You don't bother to take them off completely, instead hooking your fingers within the band of his briefs. Guilt clenches at your gut.

"Seonghwa, I ca–" You gulp when his eyes narrow. A scowl pulls at his lips as he shakes his head. The crack of his neck is ugly and violent. Gripping the belt buckle beneath paling knuckles, his spare hand tightens around the loose end, snapping the length into a thin line. "Daddy. I meant to s–"

"God, I hate you," he spits, contempt seeping out from his every pore as he tosses the belt onto the bed. It's still within reach should he decide you need a punishment, a silent warning to keep you compliant.

"I'm sorry," you murmur, biting back your sobs. From experience you know it annoys him more when you babble and whine, and while he loves torturing you to the point of tears, he despises hearing your 'cauterwauling'. "Sorry, I'm sor–"

Pulling his cock free, he slaps it across your face. "Just shut up and suck."

He tastes salty on your tongue. You take him deep, holding his thigh for support. When his cock hits the back of your throat, you wince. It’s too much. Tears spill down your cheeks. Your soft sobs vibrate around him and he groans, using his thumb to wipe the moisture from your face. He offers no respite as his hips piston forward. There’s no space for anything other than him, no room to breathe when he’s filling you completely.

Looking up at him with heavy eyes, he’s a blur before you. One hand rests around your jaw, locking you in place while hollowing your cheeks. He holds something rectangular in the other. It gleams in the limited lighting, taunting you. Squeezing your eyes shut, you blink away the tears.

“And I thought you had a boyfriend now?” he snickers, watching you through the screen of his phone. “Should I send him a little video? Show him how much of a slut you really are?”

Your breath hitches. Using your stunned state to jut forward, he pushes his cock even deeper until you’re gagging around his length. He discards his phone on your bed before digging his nails into your scalp. Stinging pain explodes outward from his touch. Pushing through the ache of your jaw and the desperate burn of your throat, your tongue caresses him. Your technique is sloppy, drool leaking from the corner of your lips.

Growing bored with your pathetic display, his foot tapping in quick succession, he releases you. You fall away, dropping to your hands as you sputter and cough. His cock shines with a thin veneer of saliva. Hard and proud, Seonghwa stands before you with a disdainful smirk darkening his edges. He strokes himself twice before snapping his fingers.

“You’re not done, little mouse.”

This time you don’t hesitate. You lick his pre-cum, tongue swirling around his tip before deepthroating him. It was your own naivety that led you here; deep down you’ve always known you couldn’t escape Seonghwa. There’s no point in trying – you belong to him. You moan around him, just the way he likes, and his hand finds purchase atop your head. Enclosing you within his palm, he pets you, the gesture almost comforting. Leaning into his touch, you suck his cock with fervour. His words are a purr that echo within your skull.

"Guess my little whore still loves Daddy best.”

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#seonghwa x reader #seonghwa smut #ateez x reader #ateez smut #yandere ateez #yandere seonghwa #yandere kpop #kpop smut #kpop x reader #ateez fanfic #kpop fanfic #yandere au

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waitmyturtles · 1 year

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A super quick Old GMMTV Challenge update: I finished Love By Chance on Friday, and have started getting through the BL cuts of PeteKao’s turns in Kiss Me Again, which I’ll hopefully finish by weekend’s close.

This means that -- DRUMROLL, PLZ -- I will be starting He’s Coming To Me later this week. AAAAAAAAHHHHH. How long have I been waiting for this moment?! (Yes, yes, I did it to myself by adding all these damn shows on the watchlist before HCTM -- YES, I KNOOWWWWW.) (And, fuck. I’m starting it while Our Skyy 2 is still airing? And Our Dining Table is ending? GOOD TIMING, MOI.) (I’m gonna be a mess through to next week, I know it.)

A heads-up to @wen-kexing-apologist, @miscellar (@miscellar, I wasn’t sure if you wanted to do a watch-along, per se, but just flagging for you), and I think @lurkingshan was also possibly interested (Shan, ignore if I’m wrong!) -- some folks said they wanted to watch HCTM along with me, which I utterly welcome! I watch at a much slower pace because kids, etc., so it takes me about a week to finish a show, but if anyone’s interested in joining me on the watch, please go ahead, and I’ll still keep yapping and yelping in my very late-night posts as I squeal in delight.

That’s it! LBC review dropping tomorrow. I have thoughts. My biggest thought is: Perth. That’s it, just Perth. But there are more thoughts, too, stg!

#love by chance #kiss me again #petekao #aepete #he's coming to me #turtles catches up with old gmmtv #the old gmmtv challenge #ogmmtvc

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mikuni14 · 6 months

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I'm so excited for the days ahead. For the first time in a long time, I feel like all my ✨BL needs✨ will probably be met with silly little shows like Twins and My Dear Gangster Oppa, and - if they don't disappoint - sexy series like Playboyy and Pit Babe. I haven't felt like this since KinnPorsche. I miss good, high quality series with high heat, not necessarily even romantic ones, not necessarily with a happy ending. I miss series with sex treated as a way to express ALL feelings, good and bad, but also treated impersonally and even problematically. Just like in real life. So many of the loudly announced "adult" series, supposed to "cross barriers", "be daring" and "controversial", ultimately turned out to be quite conservative, and the sex scenes were, I suspect, only intended to attract a wider audience.

I love shows like Twins and MDGO, but I really, really look forward to shows like Pit Babe, Playboys, and The Whisperer.

But after so many disappointments this year, I admit, I'm a little afraid to hope. I just.. I really want to have it all, a good romance, a good plot and guys being horny for each other, like seriously, just show it to me, I'm still high on Yang being horny for Phumjai and it's been weeks and it was not even sex scene. I also want to see Pavel and Fluke, who am I kidding lol

#twins the series #my dear gangster oppa #playboyy the series #pit babe the series #EXCITEMENT 🥳#bl drama #thai bl

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rifki16 · 19 days

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At 25:00, in Akasaka Episode Two Review

Photo credit: At 25:00, in Akasaka Twitter Promotional Account

A very healthy delicious congee

I don’t know what to write about the episode. The episode was really a slow-pacing one, which I have written on Twitter, as something that I welcome very much – as in the recent BL LA series which I have watched like Love is Better the Second Around, Perfect Propose, or Although I Love You, and You? Those series all have less than 12 episodes, and the pace always needs to be amped up so much.

Trigger warning: mentions of rape.

The critiques which I have about this episode still stem from the previous episode. I really think they did Shirasaki dirty, by making him a very unknown actor who has never done any stage or TV works. I’m getting ahead of myself, I think I’m gonna make just simple chronological points review like the one I made for Living with Him episode two last week.

This Live-Action is made for a vanilla audience I get that. However, I think that there are good plot points which make sense, not just because the series is supposed to appeal for a broader range of audience, one of those plot points is the way Asami teaches Shirasaki acting.

I’m not one of those orthodox fans of a work. If the film is different than the book, or a live action series, it’s not really a problem as long as there are reasons to it, and the plot is not ruined by it. In the manga, Asami teaches Shirasaki acting like lovers only through sex. Shirasaki doesn’t have a lot of experiences in having sex like lovers, and hence, that was what Asami teaching him. We don’t really get to see the common project that Asami and Shirasaki partake in, however in the scenes that we see in the manga, all of them are about how Shirasaki doesn’t really want to let Asami go. I think the manga was rational in only showing Asami “teaching” Shirasaki sex as the emotional depths which Shirasaki wants to evoke can come only from sex. However, the manga seems to only focus in this one method in teaching Shirasaki, which seems to be like something that you can easily encounter in porn mangas – not a diss, actually a compliment.

In the live-action series, as I have typed in capital letters last week, Shirasaki and Asami seem to be going to a date. The reason why is that when Shirasaki eventually had some private time with Asami at his place, Asami refused to bed him. No shocker, that was also what happened in the manga. However, rather than Shirasaki demanding gallantly that Asami bed him, what happened was, Shirasaki respected Asami’s decision and they agreed to do whatever the couple is doing in dates in the series within the series. I think it worked in the LA series because the series has established how Shirasaki never really had a lover and hence, even the pretend dates with Asami were welcome.

Going back to what I prefaced in the second paragraph, Shirasaki had an episode of a panic attack or some manifestation of completely losing his confidence, after Sakuma took the initiative to tell Shirasaki on the bad reviews about the first promotional posters of the show. It was a little bit unsettling that they made Sakuma this very playful, no-filter, kind of guy. Sakuma was actually quite helpful and really mindful of Shirasaki’s feelings in the manga. However, I cannot say that Sakuma is this insensitive guy, it’s still the second episode after all. I really hope that Sakuma will actually habilitate in non-gender-conforming attires, and I hope he can be more mindful to Shirasaki’s feelings.

Then, after reading all the bad comments, when Shirasaki was coming over at Asami’s, Shirasaki had this outburst episode, when he got out of Asami’s place mid visit, because he saw himself of unworthy being the costar of Asami. I don’t get why the outburst episode needed to happen when Shirasaki visited Asami. Shirasaki was reading the bad comments since they were filming the episode. Maybe it was just that the pressure kept increasing through time, despite the absence of an external stress stimuli.

After that scene, Shirasaki and Asami worked like usual. Then, they went on a pretend date together, it was nice. The date set the basis that Asami seemed to be the only builder of Shirasaki’s self-confidence. The point of contention was that, Shirasaki felt invincible. Side note: me too haha. He felt that no one really expected anything of him because he was good for nothing of an actor – this was already emphasized greatly in the cold open monologue of Shiraski about how he “banged” at the gates of the Japanese media industries in being an actor. I really hate it. Shirasaki has pride in the manga. My Shirasaki ☹. I’m just down so bad for him.

The episode ends with Asami and Shirasaki needing to hug so that Asami fans who noticed of his presence will scatter away. During the hug, Shirasaki felt like he didn’t feel like he needed to let go of the hug, that he wanted to hug Asami even longer. This is where I think the LA screenwriters and showrunners want to differentiate themselves from the anime: Help, I’m Being Harassed by the Sexiest Man of the Year. In the Anime, Junta was practically fucking his way to Takato’s affection. This LA wants to say that well, the affection comes before the sex, we swear. I mean, I have my fair share of NSA sex, and I know what the Anime series has is practically rape plot line, but it does make sense that sex can breed affections between the participants of the sex. If what the LA fears is the backlash by the international viewers, they shouldn’t really shy away from the spiciness of the raw material. At 25:00, in Akasaka manga is already heartwarming enough and Asami was rational enough not to rape Shirasaki. Again, I’m not an orthodox fan of the work, it’s just disappointing a little bit that people have hyped up this show as not vanilla yet, it’s still quite vanilla when it airs. However, I saw on the trailer for the third episode that Asami will actually stay ovet at Shirasaki’s. The scene when Asami got into the same bed with Shirasaki actually exists. I don’t know how will this vanilla show handle the first chapter scene, however, I still have high hopes for them.

Post note: I have posted this on Twitter. I really envy these Japanese semes who take a million pictures of their ukes like Kurosawa and Asami. I mean, if I can land an uke like Kurosawa or Asami I will also take a jillion pictures of him.

#gay #japan bl #bl live action #bl manga #25 ji akasaka de #at 25:00 in akasaka #Hayamu and Shirasaki #shonuen ai

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twig-tea · 7 months

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Rules: List 10 of your comfort shows, then tag 10 people

I was tagged by @sorry-bonebag and @bengiyo (thank you both!). It's funny to see so many folks talk about not having 10, when I had trouble narrowing it down 🤣 So, here are shows I've reached for for comfort recently, in no particular order:

Until We Meet Again. Listen, I get that it's depressing, but it also ends and mends the intergenerational trauma set up in the first 15 minutes, and in the Dean/Pharm storyline the show queues up typical drama problems just for everything to be fine, it is SO comforting. And if I need to cry, ep1 part 1 will get me there, guaranteed.

Azumanga Daioh. This show...is so weird lol. It's a 20-year-old anime at an all-girls high school. There is a 10-year-old prodigy, a weirdo transfer student, a butch beauty, a simp, a loud class clown...it's not exactly GL because the girl who has a massive crush on her classmate never does anything about it and that's not really the plot. There is no actual plot, it's extremely slice-of-life except when it ventures into absurdity. It's extremely quiet and chill for this reason. The stakes are so low!

Star Trek: The Original Series. Like Ben, I am a Star Trek fan forever. TOS is my favourite and I've rewatched... a lot. Rather than the stakes being low, they're high but everyone is exceptionally competent and can solve impossible situations. And I really, deeply love the problem-of-the-week style storytelling and found family vibes.

What Did You Eat Yesterday? Everyone already knows this one, it's so good. Their relationship is so wonderful and the food is delicious and inspiring. In this show, things aren't perfect and that's ok, and I get deep comfort out of that.

HIStory 2: Crossing the Line. I love a sports anime, and this hits the key notes: you have to have love for the game and play with integrity and with your team in mind, and never give up on your dream. And this installation was pretty short, so easy to binge.

Our Dating Sim. This is recent but I've already decided to go back and rewatch this rather than start something new at least twice, so I'm counting it. Something about how these two settle into the friends to lovers dynamic is just delightful their familiarity and ease transfers to me through the screen.

Ingredients the series. Everyone calls this our pandemic comfort commercial for a reason. I have rewatched it a LOT. It is incredibly domestic and very chill, and once again full of good food. It helps that the episodes are so short so again, it's an easy binge.

Avatar: The Last Airbender (series). Another one that lands on multiple people's lists. This show is incredible and has such good character arcs. I will never get over how perfect the change in Zuko was handled. This one is partially comforting because of how long it's been in my life and how many times I've watched it, but also the found family vibes and the problem of the week format once again is very comforting to me.

Love Sick. I know. But it is the first BL I saw, and it stuck with me. I usually skip around the BL cut when I go back to this (which I still do). Pun and Noh spend a lot of time together in silence or with the OSTs playing, and do a lot of talking in body language and eye contact. Even though they're young and awkward and things are unresolved for so long, when they're together just the two of them this show (and their relationship) is easy and comforting.

60s Batman. There are several sitcoms that I would watch an episode or two if it's on (Frasier, the Nanny, Third Rock from the Sun, Golden Girls, Schitt's Creek), but the Adam West Batman is just... incredible. It is so silly. It is so earnest. It was ahead of its time. And once again, that problem of the week storytelling with incredibly competent characters is deeply comforting to me.

[Also shout-out to sorry-bonebag's Taskmaster mention because i have definitely rewatched it a bunch too!]

Tagging @italianpersonwithashippersheart @callipigio @my-rose-tinted-glasses @chickenstrangers @justafriend-ql @belladonna-and-the-sweetpeas @visualtaehyun @solitarywandering @thewayofsubtext @respectthepetty no pressure as always!

#tag game #thanks for the tag!#until we meet again #uwma #azumanga daioh #star trek #st: tos #what did you eat yesterday?#kinou nani tabeta #history 2: crossing the line #our dating sim #ingredients the series #ingredients #avatar: the last airbender #love sick the series #love sick #batman #batman 66

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bengiyo · 10 months

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Minato’s Laundromat 2x02 Stray Thoughts

Last week we returned to Minato Shouji Coin Laundry. Shin and Minato have been dating for three months, and Shin has just begun higher education for his medical career. Minato is still adjusting to having a boyfriend, so is a bit nervous about intimacy. Asuka and Shun are together, and Asuka has also begun studying at Shun’s encouragement. Asuka is also struggling with Shun not being romantic. Everyone looks great and it feels like we got a different colorist for this season.

Not Shin having a letter from his mom!!!

I’m into this. Minato definitely worried about how their families would handle their relationship, and Shin has already jumped ahead on that.

Oh, Minato, you know that boy wants to be domestic with you and cuddle.

I’m glad Minato is acknowledging in his internal monologue that he loves Shin. I am going to need him to say it aloud.

It’s telling how much damage the closet has done to my brain, because I got instinctively nervous when Shin started talking about Shun’s relationship with Asuka in the teacher’s offices around coworkers.

Of course Asuka wants an A for horny reasons. My boy is consistent.

I really love Shin. I like how excited he gets about the smallest bit of progress with Minato.

Shin is a menace. He turns a simple act of kindness into an opportunity to charm Minato’s grandparents and secure family approval for their continued cohabitation. My man is working as hard as Patts organizing the trip to Chiang Mai in La Pluie.

Even if he is a menace, Shin does respect Minato. He does check with Minato that he’s okay with it.

I like the new house! I also smiled through the ground rules scene. I wonder if a translation shifted, because Shin did already turn 18 last season. I suspect Minato is concerned that he’s not 20, which used to be the age of majority in Japan until recently.

I think Asuka might be left-handed.

I’m not keen on the lawnmower that seems to rely on pushing only, but these boys worked they asses off to clean this place up.

Okay, that handhold got me. I feel like there’s something specific about this in BL, because every time I see it it’s the seme placing his hand, and then the uke placing their hand on top.

Minato knew Shin was going to get overwhelmed with feelings, and had this key ready as distraction. I like that he took care of one of Shin’s wishes this episode and hinted at the other.

I’m feeling so much about this show. I am so rooting for Minato because in many ways I am also like him. I know what it’s like to still be nervous about your safety and security because of how people perceive you, and I know the wall that creates between yourself and others. I’m glad he has someone like Shin who is kind but determined to climb that wall.

#minato's laundromat #minato's laundromat 2 #minato shouji coin laundry #japanese bl #bl series #Ben watches

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Love, Javier - Chpt: 5

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader/OFC (no y/n, no physical description, established backstory, no clear age gap mentioned)

content/warnings: reminiscent!Javi, guilt about the past, reader/OFC has a boyfriend, aeroplane!javi, Steve and connie are having a baby! partially reminiscent conversation and a carefully constructed Bloody Mary ;)

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Chapter 5: The Airport (1993)

Javier ticked his jaw as he waited for his turn at the coffee shop somewhere around his terminal. Now that he thought about it, he had barely given his ticket more than a brief glance. His eyes ran over the block letters consciously.

Between receiving news that he had been promoted to all the excessive bureaucracy that took place to solidify his position he had barely had five minutes to himself to sit down and let it all sink in.

It reminded him of when they had shipped him off to DC. After the Judy Moncado debacle. One second he had Escobar being handed to him on a golden platter and the next he was on a plane to Washington, as far away from Escobar as possible, waiting for the bad media to blow over like some shameful celebrity. He loathed it-scratch that, he loathed himself.

He looked down at the shiny marble flooring, scooting ahead one space. The man that looked back wasn’t Javier Peña, the confident asshole from the DEA, who’s only goal was to catch Escobar, no matter what. It was a man who had slogged his ass five years trying and a man who wasn’t even there to see it end. Why? Because he was just too damn hell bent on ending it all.

He looked up and in response to the barista’s greeting, his face barely cooperating at the smile he commanded. He ran his hand along his cheek.

“I’d like a tall coffee, black, no sugar.” He slid a couple bills on the counter and slid his wallet back into the pocket of his jeans.

“You can pick it up from the next counter.” The barista handed him some change which he pocketed carelessly this time. “Thank you, have a pleasant day.”

He grabbed his coffee, throwing another one of his half-hearted smiles at the woman whom he had brushed past.

Now here he was, impatiently waiting to get back to his post in Columbia. Javier needed to do things the proper way this time. No sidestepping the law, and doing bad things to catch the bad guys. This promotion was a second chance he thought he didn’t deserve. That along with the claps on the back he had gotten, congratulating him on Escobar’s downfall. He was anything but a hero.

He had to take down Cali without any of that. Sure, for himself but he also felt like he owed it to everyone down there. There was a fire lit in his gut and a well-rested responsibility coursed through his veins; Acting as a constant reminder to what he had done. Although all of that would have to wait, and he would have to deal with his overwhelming drive to do the right thing for another couple of weeks.

He sat at one of the small round tables and sipped his coffee slowly inspecting the roar of applause that erupted from the small television in the far corner. Steve Balboni had hit another home run.

You wrapped your arms around Dusty’s neck one last time as he snuck in a final kiss. “I’ll miss you.” He mumbled into your lips and you smiled, pulling away.

“I’ll miss you too.” You resisted the urge to swing on your heels like some gleeful toddler and took his hand in yours instead.

“Come on, let’s get a coffee before you board.” He laced his fingers with yours and you made your way to a small starbucks.

~0o0~

“Yes, two tall lattes, a single shot of espresso please and the sugars on the side.” You said, fishing out some dollars from your wallet. The barista asked for your name which you said, still fishing out some change from your wallet. He then ushered you to the next counter while you waited, moving on to the next person in line.

You glanced to your left, courtesy of a casual curiosity and you let out an incredulous exhale.

It couldn’t be. You thought, blinking slowly. You peeked at the figure again, only confirming your suspicions. Neatly trimmed moustache, over a pair of shapely lips and a set of soft brown eyes. There was no mistaking it. Javier Peña.

It was his Romanesque features and cool demeanour that gave him away. Prominent nose and a strong jaw, the latter neatly shaved. A dimple creased his cheek as he smiled at the barista and shoved his wallet back into the back pocket of his fitting jeans. You had spent eighteen hours with the man and the image of him had been deeply ingrained in your mind after spending so long in his presence.

The server called out your name loudly and his eyes met yours at the sound. You gave him a small, tight smile. Which he only returned with an even smaller one. You swiped your lattes off the counter and watched him brush past you, reaching for his own order.

Your mouth hung open as you followed him with your eyes, simultaneously making your way towards Dusty at a table.

“Who was that?” He asked, raising himself from his seat to help you set the drinks down. Your eyes still bore a deep gaze at Javier, who sat on the opposite end, eyeing the baseball game.

He was clad in a half sleeve linen button up, and fitted jeans; same as when you had seen him the first time. You saw that he had traded his deep beige jacket for a black leather one and of course, his yellow coolers, sitting snazzily on the bridge of his nose. You pursed your lips.

“Thank god he couldn’t place me.” You said with a frown, plopping down next to Dusty. “I drove from Chicago to New York with him five years ago and it was the longest night of my life.”

“What happened,” Dusty enquired, picking up his latte. Your mind swished back five years ago, recollecting the events. You shook your head with a laugh.

“God, it was like sitting next to some sort of Don Juan.” You saw Dusty’s face mould into a quizzical one, glancing at Javier.

“He helped me get a date with some guy-” Your brain searched for a name and your eyebrows knit at the blank slate. “Oh god, I can’t remember his name.” You set down your latte turning to Dusty. “Don’t get involved with me Dustin, I’m not even close to thirty and I can't remember the name of the guy I was so smitten over, five years ago.”

“So what happened?” Dusty, brushed your rant to the side.

“When?”

“When he helped you and then…?”

“Oh,” You breathed, “The conversation went on into men and women being friends- and this I remember clear as day.” You furrowed your eyebrows. “He said that men and women could never really be friends. Do you think that’s true?” You looked up at Dustin over the rim of your cup. He thought for a couple seconds before shaking his head in disagreement.

“No.”

“Do you have any woman friends?”

“No.” He said again and you raised your eyebrows. “But I will get some if it's important to you.” He completed, leaning in for a quick peck.

“Colin Anderson!” You exclaimed suddenly, pulling away from Dusty with a relieved breath. “That was his name, thank god.” You shook your head.

A couple minutes later Dustin drowned the last of his latte and got up, looking at his watch.

“I will miss you,” He held out his hand to you, helping you out of your seat. You ran your fingers over the front of your blouse. “I love you.” He pulled you into his arms.

“You do?” You giggled, smile widening.

“Yes,” He breathed, “Now cm’re.” He pulled you into a kiss.

“I love you,” you said after pulling away.

“Is that the time?” You gasped, after your eyes briefly swept over your watch catching the hands inching forwards.

“You’d better be off then.” Dusty nodded in the direction of the long line of gates.

“I’ll see you soon,” you called back to him, waving, his figure getting smaller and smaller as you made your way to your gate.

~0o0~

You wiggled in your seat, reaching for a magazine behind the netted pocket of the chair in front of you. More as an excuse to peer through the crack between the seats than for actual reading purposes. You watched as your potential seat-mate jostled by the aisle.

Your attention momentarily gravitated towards an elderly couple squabbling over their luggage in the pair of seats on the other side of the aisle. The elderly lady ignoring her husband’s rational pleas and fishing through her magenta purse, hissing irrational retorts. The man seated right next to them looked up towards the ceiling of the aircraft. You could tell that he knew he would have to put up with the constant bickering for the duration of the journey.

A jean clad figure obstructed your view and you cleared your throat, directing your gaze away and straightening up in your seat. You heard the shuffling in the cabin above and the lid shutting close with a ‘smack’. You never seemed to get rid of your nerves.

You smoothened some non-existing wrinkles out of your clothes as the person took their seat next to you. A musky scent with notes of amber and cedar subjugated the scent of the cold aeroplane air as they hit the seats.

You turned to acknowledge him and you nearly laughed out loud at the absurd coincidence. Here he was, yet again, sitting next to you after your uneventful run in earlier.

His leather jacket squeaked as he adjusted in his seat and you couldn't help but stare at his indifference attitude. He turned to you and nodded a smile, you barely returned it, still somewhat embarrassed from before.

You saw him steal another glance at you through the side of your eye as you took a long sip of water.

Javier tortured himself throughout takeoff trying to place a name to your hauntingly familiar face. He occasionally glanced at you each time lasting longer than the last. Hoping that another look would be able to. He ran his fingers along his chin as you fished out a magazine and flipped it open uninterested. Your eyes aimlessly scanned the perfume and beauty section with the over priced self care products.

“Anything you’d like to drink?” The air hostess smiled down at him and he broke his gaze.

“Nothing for me, thanks.” He shook his head, but took the miniature water bottle that she handed him with a smile.

“You, ma’am?” She turned to you.

“Do you have any bloody mary mix?” The air hostess nodded and reached into her cart.

“No, wait. Here’s what I want.” You sat up in your seat. Javier turned to face you, head on this time. “I want regular tomato juice filled up about three quarters then just a splash of bloody mary mix, just a splash-”

And a piece of lime, but on the side. Javier completed mentally, condemning himself for not recognising you earlier. He smiled softly into his fist, waiting for the air hostess to complete making your drink.

Your lips froze over the rim of your glass when he said your name. You finished your sip and turned to him.

“Connie’s cousin, the University of Chicago right?”

“Yes.” You smirked. “Took you long enough.”

Your soft features had matured, somehow becoming far more attractive but your foibles had remained the same, for the most part at least; it had only been something short of an hour.

“How’s Connie?” He asked, leaning back into his seat. “And the baby?” he added quickly.

The last time Javier had seen Connie was a week before she had decided to move back to Miami with the baby, 1990? Javier pondered. He had barely kept in touch with Steve after Escobar’s death, let alone Mrs.Murphy.

“Well Connie is expecting.” You hummed blissfully, your brows giving away your enthusiasm. “Only a couple months in though.”

“Oh,” Javier said, “I bet she’s ecstatic.”

“Very,” You smiled, taking another sip of your carefully curated beverage. “Oh- And Olivia has started walking, she's about this tall now-” You raised your hand just below your hips proudly.

Javier chuckled softly, recalling Steve complaining to him about his lack of clean t-shirts. It hadn’t even been 3 years since. Javier made a mental note to give him a call once he landed; see how family life was treating him.

“So how’ve you been?” Javier leaned back into his seat, the corner of his eye on you.

“Decent, you know, run of the mill.” You breathed some weight hanging onto your words. Then you slapped on a smile and turned to him

“Mmhmm, yeah” He hummed, tilting his head towards you. “That plan of yours…” Javier started, “Show producer or journalist?”

Javier twisted open his water bottle as you rolled your eyes.

“I knew you thought it was silly.” You let out an amused breath and he shrugged with a smirk. “Well, I’m actually a creative director for this morning show.”

“In D.C?” Javier’s eyebrow shot up.

“Hmm? No, no. It was just a short seminar I had to attend.” You sighed. “And I’m going to Austin for a short segment we planned.”

“So New York then, like you planned?” Javier slotted the bottle in the netted pocket.

“Well…well no, it's this local T.V station in Miami.” Your fingers laced in your lap and you slapped on a half-hearted smile. “Enough about me,” You drew in a long breath. “From what I've heard, you deserve some commendation; Escobar’s been on the news everywhere.”

“Hmm, yeah.” Javier said. He had seen it on almost every broadcasting channel. Another pathetic reminder of the fact that he hadn’t been able to witness it real-time.

An unsaid understanding passed between the two of you. The last 5 years hadn’t gone as either of you had planned.

~0o0~

“You still don’t date? I don’t believe it.” You exclaimed, shaking your head.

“I have-” Javier corrected, hoping that it wouldn't turn into another lecture.

“It's just not for you.” You completed with him. He raised his eyebrows at you as he picked up your cup and tossed it into the large garbage bag making its way through the aisle. You nodded a small 'thanks'.

“You know, Dusty said he would never date after highschool.” You straightened out your neck knowingly.

“Well ‘Dusty’s last name happens to be Dinkleman.” Javier joked and you rolled your eyes at his petty attempt at a jab

“Besides, he’s your typical wall street guy.” He said, more seriously this time.

When Javier turned to face you your eyebrows were creased together. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You frowned and Javier knew that look all too well.

“They all live the same lives.” He rested his temple on two fingers. “Graduate from an ivy, get a job in some firm on wall street. Then they meet someone, have a safe lunch and then decide they like the woman enough to move on to dinner.” Javier used his other hand to gesticulate. “Maybe they go dancing - do the white man’s overbite-”

“What on earth is that?” You looked at him curiously. Javier caught his bottom lip with his teeth and rocked his shoulders in small movements, up and down; his hands balled into loose fists.

You laughed audibly. Mouth contoured into a grin; drinking up his sardonic story.

“Dustin’s never done that.” You shook your head, almost embarrassed.

“Take him dancing honey.” Javier said, leaning back into palm and you snorted again, picturing the scene.

“Anyways,” Javier exhaled. “After that, they get married, move into a nice quiet place in the suburbs, have three kids and crank up the grill sundays.” Javier shrugged, completing.

“You think he’s boring and predictable.” You said.

“Do you?”

Your lips pressed together “No.” You said firmly, leaving Javier convinced otherwise. “It goes without saying.” You quickly babbled, noticing his gaze.

“Then why does it matter what I think?” He said, clasping his hands in lap, giving you a quizzical look.

“It doesn't.” You huffed.

“Well then, that’s that.” He shrugged, manoeuvring away from the topic,not wanting to ruin the conversation. It had been the first one he had had in weeks that wasn’t heavy and stressful.

“It’s serious then?” He folded his arms across his chest. The way he sat, straight against the seat broadened his shoulders further, stretching the linen fabric taut across his chest.

“Well, it's only been a couple months since.” You smiled bashfully. “But it’s not like i know i’m gonna marry the guy y'know?”

“Right.” Javier nodded.

“We’ve only known each other for 3 months after all.” You sighed. “Haven’t witnessed his ‘white man's' overbite’ yet.” You smiled up at Javier, your eyes rolling the tiniest bit.

Javier picked up your sarcastic tone and took another swig from his water. “I’m telling you, it's a deal breaker.”

~0o0~

Javier found himself manoeuvring through the sea of people on the moving sidewalk trying to catch up with you. He muttered a few ‘excuse me’ s and ‘sorry’s before sliding up right behind you.

“Hey,” He breathed. “You staying for a bit here then??” He watched you turn back towards him.

“Yes.” You breathed, turning around once more.

“Well, I'm in town for a while. Would you like to have dinner sometime maybe-”

You turned to him, eyebrows raising.

“Just as friends.” He assured, holding his palms up in defence.

“I thought you believed men and women couldn't be friends.” You shook your head.

“Well,” He started, “They can if they-”

“Javier.” You stopped him, just as the both of you stepped off of the sidewalk near the sliding doors. You thrust your hand in front of him. “Javier, goodbye. It was very nice to see you.”

He nodded once, before the two of you swapped small smiles. He found his eyes following you onto the street, the air blowing little wisps of your hair into your face. He let out a heavy sigh and adjusted the strap of his shoulder bag as he made his way to a pay phone.

His gaze flickered back to you, now ducking into a car, the backlights spilling onto the curb as you pulled your purse inside along with you. He tilted his head to the side as the phone began to ring and your car drove away. The line connected with a click and Javier’s eyes drifted to his shoes.

“Hey Pops, it's me.”

~0o0~

A/N: Hello, hi. This turned into a tiny hiatus oof. Sorry about that. Anyways, I finally got down to finishing this chapter and here you are. I'm actually taking the weekend off in terms of the internet and gadgets (summer cottages and saunas await) so only expect another update after that <3

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Check out chapter 3 and 4 here:

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

And as usual, sending love, hugs and kisses :**

Ps- I'm torn between back leather and beige Javi :s What do we think?

-itsjustsemantics x

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