#true damage;

[ionianwanderer]

cue a tipsy sigh, accompanied with an avertance of her gaze. “ oppa… “

An equally tipsy yet woeful sigh. Yasuo's still nursing his drink with no intention of doing away with it yet, his other hand propping his head up as he looks her over mournfully.

"Mira..." he starts, the liquor making it seem like there was three of her the longer he looked her way, "You— You never... got back to me about... the collab." Okay, maybe that was enough alcohol for tonight.

[yunalai]

has bought all the Heartsteel merch. don't tell those dorks tho.

[ionianwanderer]

"No YOU live in a state of denial, I live in Margarittavile."

[ionianwanderer]

Kayn doesn't understand why everyone is upset. What's wrong with pineapple on pizza...?

[ionianwanderer]

❛ we can order pizza, watch a movie, whatever you want. ❜

𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

Yasuo is taken aback, really. Briefly thinks about how maybe this was Qiyana’s doing-- but doesn’t dwell too much on it. He simply offers Draven a polite smile.

“You sound like you’re trying to ask me on a date--” Tries to contain the chuckle bubbling up from within to no avail. Not like he was laughing at him, more at the… absurdness of him doing this to Yasuo of all people. “I kid, I kid--” He begins trying to save face, “I wouldn’t mind a hangout plus pizza sounds good too.”

It’s like he’s loosening up the more this interaction goes on, the less he tries to hide the part of him not many get to see: less stoic, open to banter and not standoffish-- unlike how he’d been at the coffee shop where they’d first officially spoke to each other. 

“One condition though, there’s gotta be pineapple on the pizza.”

[ionianwanderer]

It was in every tabloid, on every gossip site, and plastered all over social media: 

World Famous DJ Yasuo Ito of TRUE DAMAGE seen on a DATE with heartthrob popstar Ezreal Hall!

He's called into a meeting with the PR team who, quite frankly, looked absolutely over his shit. All eyes on him for an explanation as to why photos of the two men were found spreading like wildfire across the mediasphere. Yasuo sat leaning on one hand, a brow cocked wondering why he's the one to shoulder the blame for the paparazzi having managed to catch a shot of the two.

"Am I supposed to care about being seen with him?" Sounding like he'd rather be anywhere else but in this meeting.

"You understand the media is catching on to your little flings right? You're not some small town nobody djing in a basement, Mister Ito. Your public image matters."

"Oh, am I not supposed to be a person? Am I not allowed to have feelings? Didn't think that was part of the package with all this."

"That is not what we're implying here, Sir."

Yasuo gives them an icredilous look. "Then what ARE you implying? Don't tell me it's about the fact we're both me-"

He's immediately silenced by a file slammed against the table, a few snapshots of previous relationships scattering out of it. "That isn't it either. You get around, so to speak, and the tabloids DO pay attention to a celebrity that likes to hop around. Both you and him are known to do that-- so understand where we're coming from."

A tense silence hangs between everyone in the room. Yasuo stares at a few of the photos-- some going as far back to when he was first establishing himself in the music scene and then as recent as him fooling around with A-list celebrities. His jaw clenched hard… as if that alone would hold back the anger that was slowly creeping in. He slumps back against the chair he's in, using one foot to swivel from side to side as he took all this in. 

Eventually, hands suddenly clap together as he tongues his cheek, the noise startling some of the folks in the room. All he offers is a grimace. This was going to be so… annoying.

"So… you're trying to tell me that the 'mediasphere'," he air quotes his words while rolling his eyes, "--thinks I get too many pieces."

He waits and watches each of the members of the PR team stare at him. Until one of the executives nods slowly, to which he then proceeds to point and single them out.

"Do you know how fucking stupid this sounds? Understand here and now, take me down on record: I don't give a FUCK what the mediasphere thinks about my love life. They're just mad that they can't have half these bitc--"

"Mister Ito--"

"Nope-- I'm not gonna hear it. Don't "Oh but the image of the band" me. Have you seen K/DA and their PR nightmare? And you're telling ME I can't date fucking Ezreal? That's the line we're drawing? This is a joke!"

"Well but consider their PR team and how much they have to--"

Yasuo slams his hands against the tabel in front of him as he shoots up from the chair. For a man usually so calm-- most of the time-- the executives seeing him like this was something… new. With a fiery anger in his core he taps his pointer finger against the manilla folder that had been tossed to him, pissed off beyond belief.

"Well maybe you all should learn a thing or two from THEIR team about this." His words accentuated hard as he grits his teeth. "Don't call me for a stupid fucking meeting like this again because I will NOT be attending."

Yasuo holds the gaze of one of the team members for an uncomfortable amount of time, sending them into a fit of trying to make themselves smaller in their chair. 

"Do I make myself clear to you stooges?" Only relenting his piercing gaze once he'd watch every single one of them nod in agreement. It's then that he storms off, slamming the door behind him as he exits the confrence room to punctuate his outburst.

So stupid. So STUPID. Yasuo shoves his hands into his jacket as he makes his way down to the ground level of the office building; people were practically jumping out of his way as he trudged past them. And if they weren't paying attention, a broad shoulder shoved them out of his way. The only thing that really drew him out of his head was the buzzing of his phone. At first he ignores it. Focusing more so on getting out of this awful building, his hands shoving one of the many front doors open to make his way back to his apartment.

His phone buzzes again…

He stops in his tracks. A small sigh before he fishes it out of his back pocket. The screen comes to life as he clicks one of the side buttons.

Five messages from [ Apollo 🩵 ]

It's instant-- the anger washing away as he taps the little bubble and inputs his passcode. What his phone opens up to are the same photos he was just shown: him and Ezreal holding hands, both with goofy little smiles. There's another shot of when they got coffee at that little hole in the wall that Ez swore up and down was the best in town. They… He really enjoyed that outing. Yasuo scrolls down a bit further.

→ [ Apollo 🩵 ] : thy ddnt evn gt my gud side in thse

→ [ Apollo 🩵 ] : [ 1 attachment ]

→ [ Apollo 🩵 ] : LYK LOOK @ U. u look so gud in thse Yas.. i look lyk im choking on air wth! !

…God, he really couldn't be mad with this little shit around. He brings up his keyboard to reply.

OUT → [ Apollo 🩵 ] : who are you kidding i look like a bum in these tf?

OUT → [ Apollo 🩵 ] : i look good my ass.

Three dots appear at the bottom before he can keep typing, Ezreal's response coming faster than he can type.

→ [ Apollo 🩵 ] : ya i do agre ur 🫓 lks gr8 😚

Yasuo scoffs, types as quick as he can before the blond can get in any other words.

OUT → [ Apollo 🩵 ] : stfu ik you do. still down for the movie tonight? my place?

→ [ Apollo 🩵 ] : abs, c u in a fw 💙

He stares at his phone for a while, thoughts going a million miles a minute before the DJ practically sprints down the street towards his apartment. 

--

The days following their little homebody date another set of snapshots of Yasuo walking Ezreal to his car surface online. This time around, in one of the photos, you can very clearly see Yasuo flipping off the camera. The tabloids don't let that overshadow the visible hickey on his neck though--

[ionianwanderer]

@essence-flux-primed // continued from here

As quickly as he wanted to move, to ravish him, who was he to not appreciate the thing of beauty before him? Even with Ezreal giving him exactly what he wanted he couldn’t help but take in the sight. Hair usually kept reasonably fluffy was now an absolute mess from all the dancing throughout the night, blond strands sticking to his forehead-- oh but they framed his eyes so perfectly. Yasuo’s gaze dips to Ezreal’s lips, flushed from how hard they’d crashed together moments before, god how he wanted to do it again till they bruised. He can’t help the way his hands begin to explore, too. A roughness in his touch as fingers glide across the blond’s stomach and are drawn upwards beneath his crop top, lingering there and holding him still as Yasuo presses his thigh further against him for leverage.

Yasuo finally closes in on the neck so graciously offered to him-- barely stopping himself from allowing teeth to catch sensitive skin. Breath hot against Ezreal as he pauses to quiet his lover with a low groan. Another thing he’d never admit was how badly Ezreal got under his skin when he talked like this, part of Yasuo mused that he had to know just how crazy it drove him. 

"I remember thinking you were annoying--" The words are whispered harshly into the blond’s ear, followed by a small nip, a taste of the remedy Yasuo had planned for the bareness of his neck. “--I remember thinking ‘bout how badly I wanted to shut you up.”

He wastes no time, head dipping back down to bite against Ezreal’s neck before settling there long enough that surely it would leave a mark. Yasuo traces the bite gently with his tongue once he’s satisfied. Oh but it doesn’t end there, absolutely not-- Yasuo continues his crusade of marking Ezreal, leaving kisses and love bites in his wake as if it’d be the very last time he ever could. The very last bite finding its home against his clavicle, Yasuo using the hand beneath Ezreal’s shirt to pull it further down to allow him the space to claim him once more.It’s then he finally leans back, admiring his work proudly through half-lidded eyes. There’s a smugness in the way he tilts his head to get another good look at Ezreal, watching the bruises bloom across his neck. Yes… he was his.

[ionianwanderer]

" popcorn with WHAT?? i'm revoking your babygirl status right now, this is SICK!! "

"YOU DO NOT HAVE THE AUTHORITY TO DO THAT--"