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[angelmachines]

kicking feet lying in bed writing mock drivers tests while trying to blow them up in my mind

[nanamis-princess]

Can I rq jjk x depressed reader hcs? And gn reader please!!

Love your works btw, 10/10! You're genuinely one of my favorite people on here

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Jujitsu Kaisen men x depressed reader headcanons

Synopsis: your depressed & they wanna make you feel better:)

Genre: fluff with a dose of depression

T/w: depression, mentions of geto making someone go bye bye loll, not being able to take care of yourself. Plz lmk if I missed anything.

Nanami, Gojo, Geto, Yuji, Megumi (separate) X gen reader

Nanami

-Nanami is a very observant partner, that new ice cream flavor you tried and said you liked is now written down in his notes app. When he brought you as his plus one to his company dinner party, he could tell you weren’t found of one of his coworker without you having to say a word about it. He dismissed you both and you carried on with the night. So Kento notices when you start slipping, sometimes even before you do.

-kento will use his sick days to spend time with you, to make sure you’re okay. You’ll spend the morning cuddling, if you want to be held he will hold you and kiss your forehead.

- If you start crying he lets you get it out, he will wipe your tears away. Kento runs his hands along to your upper cheek after wipe your tears, rubbing your temple as tears run down your cheek. “You’ll get through this I promise” he says rubbing your temple near the roots of your hair.

-if you are in a state where you can eat he will prepare you a home cooked meal along with a glass of water. But if you prefer takeout he’ll get it for you, whatever you want to eat its yours as long as you are eating something. Eating together on the couch with light rain hitting the widow, snuggled in with blankets and candles going.

-if you aren’t able to eat he’ll just you take a few bites so you have something in your system along with a glass of water. He also encourages you to indulge, you are already going through enough and he wants you to take it easy.

-along with trying to make it easy if you take any medication he has reminders on his phone until it’s mussel memory to remind you. He cleans up after you as well, he knows how hard it is to get through this and wants to make this process as easy for you as he can.

-he takes care of your hair for you, he’ll bathe you while using essential oils and helps you get dressed along with your nightly routine. “I’m so proud of you for making it through today darling, I know it was draining” he say in a low tone as he rubs the lotion onto your back. He places a soft kiss to your shoulder.

-during the day he gets you out of the bed and to sit in the living room with him, just so you are up out of bed. He picks you up carrying you to the living room along with your comfort blanket. He puts on your comfort show or movie.

Gojo

-He’s a very quick learner, he learned how to take care of you, what to do and what not to do. Satoru will not let you slip through his fingers he will be right there for you. When he was younger he didn’t understand what Geto was going through, now he does so he truly means he will never let you fall.

-after an evening of teaching he comes home with goodies for you and him to share, along with gossip of course to see you teary eyed on your shared bed with your day time clothe still on. The past few days just took a lot from you and he can tell. “My cutie patootie gumdrop what’s wrong?” He asks using the nicknames you laugh at but with actual concern.

-he understands if you prefer not to talk about how you feel or if something made you feel this way but he listens if you do. “If its not easy to talk about right now, we don’t have to” he says softly. Satoru sits at the edge of the bed with you as he gentle wipes off your makeup. After running you a bath and getting you settled in for the evening you both lay in bed eating the sweets he brought home for the two of you.

-it doesn’t matter if he is up all night, he makes sure that you some how get one rest if you have a hard time getting sleep. But if you sleep for long periods of time he lets you. You guys even take naps together, he puts on rains sounds or white noise, your stuffed animals and fluffy bedsheets.

-Satoru makes sure you eat something, big or small portions all that matters is you eat. Along with medication, he even gets you a sweet treat to eat after you take it along with kisses all over your face. “Now that the hard part is done” he kisses your cheek “we can do what you want” he gives you another kiss on the cheek. “We can watch a movie, or that new season of that show you wanted to watch?”

-the next morning after you’ve been going through it you wake up to the curtains slightly open letting some sunshine in with flowers on your nightstand and piece of media you’d been eyeing lately. Along with the smell of breakfast flowing through the apartment.

Geto

-as we know he’s been through this himself so he can spot it a mile away, he stops you mid way as you are trying to make a cup of coffee/tea for yourself. “I can make it, go sit I’ll bring it to you” he say with compassion and a small kiss to your forehead.

-when all you want to do is curl into a ball and do nothing, he lets you but he never leaves your side. Even when its hard he tries to take care of you, getting you to eat or take a shower together. He wants to make this go away for you, so you don’t stuffer anymore. You don’t deserve to suffer.

-if something is bothering you he encourages you to talk about what made you fall into this pit, if he’s able to fix it he will. Annoying coworker or boss that wont leave you alone? That’s too bad they went missing.

-he doesn’t want you to be alone he wants to be right there with you. He cups your face as your tears fall, his thumb wipes them away. “Breath in 1..2..3..4..5, hold it. Breath out 1..2..3..4..5” he says quietly looking into your eyes. “The storm will pass I promise” he says before kissing your cheeks lovingly.

- The curtains are slightly open as the sun goes down your head gentle resting on his thigh as he gently plays with a strand of your hair whiling reading to you.

Yuji

-he loves making you smile and laugh, he will do anything to make you happy. His heart aches when he notices the depression coming back again, he just wants to pick you up and run from it so you never feel that way ever again.

-yuji will take a shower with you while a playlist of your favorite songs are playing, he understands if you just want to get in and out to lay back down so he takes care of washing your body and hair. He gives you a back massage too. He gives you his favorite hoodie that smells like his cologne, it’s a pull over hoodie that he got for his birthday.

-he read somewhere that your environment impacts your mental health so when you go through this he cleans the apartment and lights candles that are your favorite scent.

-holds you all day, all night and every moment that he can. Giving you forehead kisses or kisses on top your head. You guys also have a movie marathon until you feel better, he always lets you pick what you watch.

-has many many many reminders in his phone to remind you to take your medication if you take any. He will even make you milkshakes to take with it.

Megumi

-like nanami he is very observant especially about the ones he loves, he always keeps tabs on you so when it rises he’s ready to take care of you and be there. Doesn’t want you to lift a finger, he just wants you to ride this out. “I promise it won’t last forever, you will come out on top” he says before kissing your temple.

-when he washes your hair and body for he also is washing the bedding. He added essential oils like lavender or eucalyptus to help with calmness.

-pulls you gently to lay on his chest as you drift back asleep. You both take long naps together, you always wake up in his arms.

-he already reminds you everyday to take your medication, this is no different. Expect he got you a new plushy along & your favorite candy along with your refill.

-when he’s up making dinner you got up to use the bathroom, on your side of the bed on the floor you find a stick and a chew toy along with both the dogs on your side of the bed. When realizing you got up they both stood up to follow.

A/N: I really hope you like this! Ur so sweet thank you for saying that! As someone who struggles with depression this made me smile. For anyone going through it, you’ll get through it babes I promise. Plz try drinking water & getting something in your stomach. You deserve amazing things and to take care of yourself.

[giuliettagaltieri]

Trouble in Paradise

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Chapter Synopsis: It's not always perfect with him.

Warning: Talks about fertility awareness and pregnancy, lifestyle differences.

Word Count: 4075

Chapter: 4

“For someone who lost the love of his life and his career in one day, you sure have a sunny disposition.” 

Charles watches you pull a grocery cart, clearly not aware that your words weighed a little heavier than you meant.

“She’s not the love of my life.  The worst has already happened and I don’t want to dwell in it anymore.”  He mutters quietly but his dimples deepen at the playful quirk of his lips, making you purse your lips.  “Charles Leclerc the F1 driver is gone now and as for the moment I just want to live without the burden of my name.”

You bite your lip this time, watching him as he places the basket on the bottom tray of the cart.

“I’m sorry.”  You bite your lip, your hands immediately fumbling with your bag and Charles notices it.  “I shouldn’t comment so carelessly about your persona-”

“Sweetheart.”  He cuts you off.  “If anything it’s me who should apologize.  I dragged you into my mess and I’m making myself your burden.”

Your eyes widen and you raise your hands as if asking for a double highfive, he glances at your palm when you shake them side to side erratically, trying to dismiss his statement.  “Charles, don’t think for a moment that you’re a burden.” 

He’s about to protest but you cut him off this time.

“I was willing to let you in that night.  And today, I made the decision to let you stay.”  You sigh when he still looks unconvinced.  “Just think of me as a friend.  Friends do stuff for each other, right?”

“I think we’re a bit over friends by now but sure.”  He nudges you gently with his body so he can push the cart instead, his smile widening a fraction and it just infects you for some reason.

“Charles, I’m trying to be serious.  Don’t laugh at me.”  You say as small laughs escape you.

“Alright then.  I’ll consider this as a favor from a friend.”

“Yes!”  You point a finger at him as if he hit the jackpot.  “Not a burden.  Just a favor.  PLUS!  You’re keeping me company, and I quite enjoy it.”  You mumble the last part, avoiding his eyes as your cheeks flush.

He quirks up an eyebrow, his easy smile becoming teasing.  “Of course you enjoy it.  I’m pretty good company.”

Rolling your eyes, you start picking out the groceries and he watches your selection and knows immediately you’re not exactly trying to save money.

“You can pick out a few ingredients or snacks if you want.”  You tell him and his eyes immediately flit to the line of refrigerators in the corner.  You don’t miss when his gaze linger on the ice cream section.  He tells you that he’ll do it later.

Charles stands there as you try to reach for a bottle of olive oil on the top shelf and he enjoys watching your struggle before he gives in and reaches it for you.  “Could've asked for help.”

“Excuse me, I’m perfectly capable of getting that myself.”  You say sassily, with your hands finding your hips but your act wavers when he leans close to you, a hairbreadth of distance keeping your noses from brushing.

“Of course, whatever you say, sweetheart.”

Your eye twitches and he leans back, standing on his full height, forcing you to crane your neck to look at him.  And Charles proves his point.

“My height is average!  You’re just slightly tall.”  You argue, feeling the need to justify your height.

He yawns as he pretends to clean his ear with his pinky.  “What’s with the squeaking?  Maybe the mall should call an exterminator.”

Charles laughs when your cheeks puff.  Reminding him of those sticky rounded sweets he had in Tokyo.  He calls you the exact same thing in French and you don’t know if you should get mad, because you feel like you definitely recognized a word in his sentence but you couldn’t be sure as you don’t speak the language.

You huff this time, marching off to the next aisle.  “You just wait, Charles Leclerc.  I’ll kick your butt with Duolingo.”

He observes that you systematically choose the items, even constantly checking on your phone, looking quite oblivious to the world around you...and the casual stares you get here and there.  Charles looks at you.  Really looks at you.  You’re not the conventional pretty that he usually sees in his world but you have this charm that really drew him in, even last night too, and he was drunk out of his mind.

“Do you prefer wine or beer?”  You ask and he rubs his chin.

“Mh….both.”

You like his style.  

You put a small box of beer cans and a few bottles of wine in the cart.  “We’re not allowed to get drunk together though.”

Charles nods slowly, looking at you thoughtfully.  Ah…so you don’t have any interest in having that kind of relationship with him.  You said it yourself earlier too.  Friends.

“I also need detergent liquid and fabric conditioner.”  You mutter to yourself.  “Oh and your snack.”

“I’ve decided on ice cream.”  He informs you.

“Sure thing.”

Charles watches as you scan each item as he arranges them in the grocery bag.  He grins when you give him the ice cream tub last so he can eat it as you leave.  You also get a small treat of your own, happily munching on it as you walk side by side.  He looks like a child, pushing the cart filled with grocery bags as he eats on the vanilla ice cream he eagerly chose.

“I can push the cart while you eat.”  You tried to offer but he swerved the cart away from your hand, his reflexes nearly startling you.  “Calm…down, man.”  You gape at him and he only scoops more ice cream to his mouth.

“Ayh ghot et.”

You let him be as you enjoy your own snack.  You also watch him load everything in your trunk since he insisted.

“The meat?”  He asks and you pull out a retractable basin and he seems impressed.

“I take care of my baby.”  You pat your car with a lazy smirk.

He hums, the thick accent coating his words after.  “Yeah, pretty good condition.  How long have you been driving her?”

“A little over a year.  So I think she should be in good condition or I would have been a pretty shit owner.”  You chuckle.  Shit owner.  Charles nods wordlessly, reflecting on how he can destroy a car in a single race.

“Right.”

He finishes loading the groceries along with his stuff and almost heads to the driver’s seat before backtracking and going the other way.

The ride home was not as eventful.  You play as a tour guide and point at historic buildings, telling him briefly what you learned from the time you also got a tour of the town.  Charles finds out that the road around town isn’t that complicated and he can easily commit it to memory. 

The area is not bustling but it also isn’t deserted, unlike that night when he first arrived.  The place looked like a ghost town then, with its eerie fog and flickering old fashioned lamp posts.

“How come your apartment doesn’t have cobblestone streets?”  He asks out of curiosity.

“Some of the apartments at the edge of the town were built a little later than the town center.”  You grin quickly at him before turning back to the road again.

He peers out the window and onto the road.  “It’s like we’re in some sort of Victorian drama.”

You laugh.  “It’s one of the reasons why I moved here.  Plus the beach.”

Charles listens in, liking how you’re openly sharing about yourself without being asked.

“It sucks sometimes though, when a stone is dislodged or when it rains or snows.”  You add.

“Gets slippery.”  He finishes for you and you agree, chuckling.

“It’s slowly sinking in that you are what you said you are.”

His eyes widened, immediately looking defensive.  “I am what I said I am!  You searched me.  It’s on Google.”

“I know but you’re just Charles to me.  Not some Monégasque F1 superstar.”  You say gently and he looks at you, surprised at your ability to make him feel things he never had before.  “And just someone playing the passenger princess.”

Oh no, you didn’t.

He looks at you in disbelief but his lips are quirked up.  “No, no.  Get out of there, we’re switching seats.”

“No!”  You immediately laugh when he starts spewing, what you can only interpret as French curses.  “This is my car, don’t take off your fucking seatbelt, dumbass!”  You yell as you clumsily grip his wrist, laughing at the chaos ensuing inside your car.  “Stop it!  We’re gonna crash!” 

He keeps trying to explain how he is NOT a passenger princess and that he has no problem driving if you just let him.  When he almost sounds begging, his hands make those huge gestures again as you tear up in laughter. 

“Sorry, I didn't know it was sensitive.”  You chuckle as he calms down a bit but he still keeps talking, his English breaking when his native language slips in on his sentences.  “Is it like an alpha male thing?”

This makes him look at you weirdly.  “What?”

“Alpha male?  Or what do they say now?  Sigma boy?”  You raise both brows at him briefly, grinning from ear to ear.  “Are you one of those guys, Charles Leclerc?”

He visibly cringes not knowing what to make of the stuff you’re saying.  “That’s fucking stupid.  I don’t even know what that means.  You are very weird.”  He says while side eyeing you.

“Yeah this is the catch when you live with me.”  You say, attempting to sound cool and obviously failing.  “You get to deal with my weirdness.”

He shakes his head, his hand covering the smile on his lips under the guise of smoothening his growing stubble.  “Is this going to be what everyday looks like with you?”

You suddenly glance at him in your normal calculating eyes.  “Not really.  That was just a sudden burst of energy and I will proceed to ignore you for the next three hours now.”

Charles narrows his eyes at you dramatically.  “You’re like a cat.”

“Thanks.”  Nobody told you that before and you don’t know if it’s a compliment or if it was supposed to insult you.  “Seriously though, I need my social battery constantly recharged so you should cherish it when I’m being playful.”

“Minette.”

“What was that?”  You turn to him briefly before slowing down when you arrive at your driveway.

He shakes his head and steps out of the car when you finally park it. 

Charles was quick to head to your trunk and he insisted on taking the grocery bags.  He actually manages to carry every single bag and you’re impressed.  It usually takes you at least two trips to carry two weeks’ worth of groceries, and that was just for one person too.

“I can help.”  You jog after him, watching how his tendons pop out of his arms, making your throat go dry for a moment.

“Just open the door, babe.”  He tells you and you falter in your steps before doing as he says with your tummy fluttering lightly.  “Where’s the kitchen again?”

“Huh?”  You ask dumbly.  “Uhm, over there.  You can place them on the counter, thank you.”  You say a little meekly, still disarmed by his sudden endearment.  You watch his back as he disappears in the kitchen.

“He’s a French guy…it must be natural for them to be endearing.”  You try to reason out before following him to the kitchen to place in the freezer the variety of meat you bought.  “I’ll wash your clothes for you so you can shower.”  You offer and he tongues his cheek.

“No, just teach me how to do it.”

You beam.  “Alright.”  You lead him to your laundry room, tell him which buttons to use and how the cycle goes.  He impresses you when he does it flawlessly when you tell him to try on his own.  “Good job.”  You hum, clearly impressed.

“Oh please, I am not that helpless.”  He rolls his eyes.  And he glances at your feet and does a double take before he jolts in surprise.  “Fuck!”

You glance at your feet, already have felt Lily’s fur.  You bend down to pick her up and you let her face Charles.  “This is my baby, Lily.”  You gently take her paw to wave at Charles who still looks at your cat like it was a spawn of evil.

“Why is it so huge!”  He asks and you immediately take offense.

“I…excuse me, she is the perfect size!  Lily is just fluffy a-and has…big bones!”  You are ready to throw hands if he insults your baby again.

Charles exhales softly and meets the bored feline eyes.  “She looks angry.”

“She always looks angry.”  You coo.  “Don’t you, honey?”  You hug her a little tighter and the cat just stares off into space, letting you do your antics.

“I don’t know.”  Charles laughs nervously.  “Does she scratch and bite?”

You bubble your cheeks before an idea pops into your head.  “I know!  Let her sniff your… scent for now.”

He reluctantly touches his hat.

“I think it’s good if you let her get accustomed to your scent and presence before you start trying to befriend her.”  You mumble, sounding unreliable but it does sound like an okay strategy so he tries it.

Charles takes off his hat and lets Lily sniff it and for a moment she sniffed eagerly at the foreign scent before she turns her nose away, already losing interest.  She hops off your arms and trots to the doorway and you both watch her silently and disappointedly before Lily meows angrily at you.

“Oh!  Her breakfast!”  You hurry to your kitchen to open a can of wet food for her.  “I’m so sorry.”  Your cat meows sharply before eating and ignoring your pets.

“She’s sassy.”  Charles comments as he crosses his arms, looking at your cat.  Kinda like you.

You pull off your scarf and head to the bathroom to clear a space for him.  You give him a towel and tell him to use the small closet in the laundry room for his clothes.  Charles quickly settles in your apartment thanks to your warmth, even going as far as giving him something that he can call his.  He bounces a bit on your fortunately large couch and hums his approval, yeah he can sleep in this thing.  He hears you in the kitchen, organizing the grocery in the pantry and fridge.  He offered to help but you told him to relax on the couch.

The doctor did say to let him rest and to keep him in close monitoring.

Charles does his laundry while you busy yourself with other chores.  Because it’s your house and he feels like you earned it after moving around, Charles tells you to shower first, refusing to budge and insisting on it when you try to argue.  You can be quite stubborn so he guides you to the bathroom, himself.  The brief glance he makes on your pelvis confirms that he does remember what mess he left in there.

When you step out, looking refreshed, he is waiting right outside your bathroom door like he did this morning but he had fresh clothes draped on his arm this time.

“Were you standing there the whole time?”  You chuckle but his face is etched with a different kind of seriousness that you throw any other jokes that come to mind out the window.

“Y/N.”  Your name rolls in his tongue with the thick French accent you’re starting to get used to.

“Yeah?”  You whisper as you meet his eyes.

He sucks his teeth and sighs loudly, looking unsure how to start the conversation.  “I just need to ask you something.”  He clears his throat and rubs his neck, your eyes following all his nervous habits.  “I mean, we slept together, and we did it without protection.”

Oh…it’s that kind of conversation.

You smile sweetly at him.  “Come with me.”  You lead him inside the bathroom where the scent of your body wash fills his lungs as it hangs heavy in the air, he can almost taste your skin on his tongue.  You show him a tiny table calendar resting on the countertop, it sits next to your bathroom products.  He snaps out from his thoughts and watches as you flip it to the previous month where red exes mark some of the dates.  “These are the days when I got my last period.”  You flip it back to the month now.  “My next cycle should be around here.”  You point vaguely to a few dates and your finger traces the calendar backwards, stopping to point to the date today and yesterday.  “It’s a safe window.”

He looks at you to confirm.  “So you won’t get pregnant?”

“No.”  You smile understandingly as he slowly grasps it.  “Sorry, we probably should have talked about it sooner but you know.”

Charles nods before straightening up, feeling relieved to get it out his chest.

“I mean, you’re a great person.”  He tells you quickly, looking almost afraid that he might have insulted you at some point.  “I just…not yet.”  He smiles softly, bringing out his attractive features, and his dimples make your heart skip a beat.  For a split second you wondered what it would be like to have a kid that has his eyes but you manage to not make a fool of yourself in front of him and instead, you nod, feeling the same as him.

“Well, me too.”  You smile tightly, feeling a little flustered and awkward to be talking about these stuff with him suddenly.  “So uhm…”

“Yeah.”  He says, quickly understanding and he steps back to let you through.  You close the bathroom door for him and he glances at your calendar again.  He reaches for it and hesitates as it was personal but he lets the voices in his head win and he flips through them.  Your cycle isn’t as consistent as he thought but considering you did point to multiple dates earlier, he guesses that it might not be an exact date all the time.  “Come on, Charles.  She said it’s a window.”  He reminds himself.

You on the other hand are still pacing in your room, throwing on the first set of clothes you saw, still trying to shake off the effect he had on you.  Charles is a very goofy guy but he no doubt is able to make you swoon without even trying.  You fan yourself with your hand despite the blasting ac.

Charles Leclerc.

Just who exactly is that guy?  You hop on your bed and reach for your laptop, cursing when you drop your airpods, you refuse to get up from your bed and blindly sweep your carpet floor with your hand, constantly glancing at your closed bedroom door as if Charles would burst in at any moment.  You finally manage to grab your airpods, quickly opening Youtube.  “Cha..rl..es…Le..c..le..rc...oh! And F1.”  You jab your finger at enter.

For you don’t know how long, you just watch the shorts with Charles on the F1 channel.

“He’s funny.”  You giggle.  “And an idiot.”  A hot idiot at that.

A knock on your door pulls you out from whatever is running through your head and you slam your laptop close to open the door for him.  He looks at you suspiciously as your chest heaves, looking absolutely guilty.  Charles glances inside your bedroom before looking at you again.

“Can I have one of your granola bars?”

Lunch!  “Oh my, I lost track of time.”  You push your way through and you quickly hand him a granola bar once you get to the kitchen.  “I’ll make us lunch.”

Charles sits on the barstool and watches you make a quick mac n’ cheese.  It’s entertaining how focused you can be.  He thanks you when you place the bowl in front of him but to his disappointment, you leave for your bedroom.

You come back shortly with your ipad this time.  He watches you work on something he has absolutely no idea about.  You feel his heavy gaze and you slowly look at him with wide eyes.

“Sorry, I’m being rude.”

“Well, kind of, yes.”  He smiles kindly and you immediately set your ipad aside. 

“Sorry, I just needed to contact my suppliers.  Usually, I’d be working in the office by now.”

He understands that you probably haven’t had someone over since forever to disrupt your schedule and nods understandingly.  “Oh yeah, you mentioned it earlier.”  He tries to start a conversation.

“Yeah and it's Sunday so I don’t have much time as I need to meal prep for Monday to Wednesday.”  You explain.

“Meal prep?”  He shifts weirdly and you don’t understand it until he asks.  “You mean you eat the same refrigerated meal that you make days before?”

“Well, I always heat them up real well though.”  You argue but he looks resigned from the conversation.  “Don’t judge me.”  You playfully punch his shoulders and he looks at you again.  “It’s still a normal meal but it saves me so much time.”

“I don’t know.”  He tells you honestly and turns back to his food.  It sounds so practical especially with your schedule but it just doesn’t appeal to him.

“Unless I wanna eat take outs for three days, I have to meal prep.”  You say, feeling slightly offended now.

“It just sounds boring having to eat the same meal.”  Charles swallows the food in his mouth.  “Kind of like having leftovers.”

“I don’t just make a single dish and have it for three days straight!”  You tell him defensively.

He nods hastily upon hearing your tone, not wanting to start a full argument.  “…you know, you’re right.”  He smoothes your hair but you’re frowning really deeply.  “But I tried it once before and it didn’t work for me.  I just think that the texture of food would be better if it was made fresh.”

You shove the spoon in your mouth, chewing angrily what’s left of the mac n’ cheese before getting up to leave him for the sink, his hand that was on your hair still suspended in the air as he stares at you nervously.

“Some of us don’t have the luxury of having chefs serve us with meals three times a day.”  You snap and he feels bad immediately.  He doesn’t even have chefs serving him meals…most of the time.  But you get the point.

“I’m sorry.”  He shoves the mac n’ cheese left in his bowl to his mouth and rushes to your side as you frown at the bowl you’re washing.  “I am being so ungrateful.  Y/N, I am really sorry.”

You place the bowl on the drying rack and turn to him angrily but your eyes are glassy and he wants to strangle himself for doing this to you when you have done nothing but be kind and understanding to him.

“Sweetheart.”  He breathes, not knowing what else to say.

“I am doing what I can, okay?”  You say and he watches you blink away tears.  “This isn’t Monaco anymore, Charles.”

He tries to wrap his arms around you but you pull away just as quick.  “I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to insult you.”  He tells you in a hushed tone, leaning down to try and meet your eyes but you’re glaring at the sink instead.

“If you don’t like refrigerated meals then you are free to cook for yourself.”  You say before deciding to give him the cold shoulder.

For the rest of the day, you stay yourself in your office, he hears the printer working and paper being crumpled, along with cellophane.  You’re packing the orders from your business and he knows better than to mess with you again.

You didn’t even get to meal prep.  

Charles doesn’t understand why it bothered him so much before when now as he lies on your couch, meal prepping sounds very practical and smart. 

People can have different lifestyles, he understood that night.  And just because yours is different, doesn’t mean it’s bad.

He’ll have to make it up to you soon.

Overdrive

[freebirdsworldburritos]

The classism in the "music gear" scene is fucking atrocious. So many people will shit on other people for using affordable gear as a way to justify within themselves that dropping $3,000 on a guitar was a smart financial move.

About 3-4 years ago I joined a band and a month after I joined we went on some video podcast. Play a few songs, do an interview, something I've never done before but it seemed like it'd be fun.

I wasn't able to really get a word in during the interviews (stuttering/speech impediment/anxiety issues ran wild) but I was able to speak up whenever the host went around and asked us what our favorite instrument/gear brands were. Weird question, but alright buddy.

I've always been a fan of cheaper gear. You don't need all sorts of expensive shit to get the sound you want. So when he asked my answer was "Squier" and the dude just started laughing. Because who possibly would prefer one of the cheaper brands??? (Keep in mind this douche had a whole wall of the absolute worst looking collection of custom shop BC Rich guitars you've ever seen.)

Eventually he backed down once I started arguing with him about it, but his immediate elitist attitude really struck a cord in me because I see that shit all over the internet in music communities. "Oh you only like Squiers/Epiphones/Harley Bentons because you can't afford BIG BOY guitars like a $5,000 Gibson".

Fuck right off with that shit. Why would I pay thousands of dollars for a guitar when I can get something that works amazingly for me for just a few hundred dollars? The extra money I save by not dropping 4 figures on a guitar or amp goes towards paying my bills, feeding my kids, just trying to fucking live and exist.

At this point I've had to sell 99% of my music gear after over a decade of following the gear chase. I only have a "cheap" acoustic I bought several years ago for $350 and it's the best guitar I've ever had. I love my little busted neck Hummingbird to death.

I'm much happier now than I was when I had a huge assortment of pedals and guitars to choose from. The Gear Chase is designed to make you want to spend more and more money in an endless pursuit of finding that "perfect" piece of gear. Guitar companies, partnered youtubers, influencers, and all sorts of advertisement campaigns are purposefully trying to misguide you into thinking you NEED their product. It's marketing and capitalism at work and so many musicians fall for it every time. I fell for it for years before I got completely fed up with it.

Go out and gig with your Squier Bullet Strat and a cheap amp you found at a pawn shop, fuck anyone that gives you shit for it. Go ahead and record with whatever you have at your disposal. Put out an album that's comprised of Voice Memos you recorded on your phone with just an acoustic and your voice.

Music, like any art, is about way more than what you used to get there. It's how you express yourself that really matters. Don't listen to the elitists and marketers telling you the only way you can authentically reach your creative vision is by buying their snake oil.

[the-kr8tor]

A request for the best potioneer I know!😽

Epsom salt in a heart shaped bottle,please! BDAS!R helping out BDAS!Hobie with his hair after it finally grew out a little, maybe helping him braid it or put charms on his new locs. I need some fluff for them after all they've been throught honestly😭😭

(Congrats for the one year anniversary again!❤️)

BDAS MY BELOVED I MISS THE SILLIES!!! Thank you sm! I hope you like it ❤️

Pairing: Pirate! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (except for her clothing), BDAS Hobie and R, Pirate AU, Between the devil and the sea AU. Fluff

Between the Devil and the Sea Masterlist

Katy's one year anniversary 🎉

Hobie sighs, head lolling down to your lap, legs crossed on the floor, limp hands holding onto the charms you and Pavitr made for him. They're all made from shells and different metal charms that you've picked up during your journey south.

You chuckle softly, hands holding his jaw to lift his head up gently. “Stop falling asleep or we'll never be done.” The ship rocks back and forth, you shift from side to side on the captain's bed that you still address as his own and not shared by you even though you practically live in his cabin.

“Can you blame me, scuttlebutt?” He leans his head back to look at you upside down. Smirk of his pierced lips as you click your tongue in mock annoyance. “Your lap is softer than my pillow. ‘sides, I don't want to go out to the deck just yet.” Your hands smell like the oil you've lovingly rubbed on his scalp, he stops himself from taking your hands and kissing each of your knuckles.

You roll your eyes with a fond smile. Once again lifting his head up, he chortles at how you manhandle him. You continue to put charms in his hair that's now long enough to brush along his nape. “You're the captain, Hobie, it's literally your job to stay on deck.”

“Really?” He leans back again, you scoff at the audacity. “I thought my job was to keep my medic company?”

You bite your lip, looking around the large cabin instead of staring at his grey eyes lest you get dragged down inside its depths. “Is that so? I don't need company though. Lyla is enough to annoy me the entire day.” You joke, he drops the charms on his lap to place his hands on your hip, squeezing softly while the seagulls outside circle around the ship.

“Please,” it's his turn to roll his eyes, “Lyla is too preoccupied with Yuri to even notice you.”

You laugh when his fingers lift up your night shirt to rub soothingly at your soft skin. “That's true… but when she actually does her job she's the one annoying me instead of the captain who's supposed to be on deck and being a leader to the crew.”

“Sneaking into the med bay and snogging you until you throw yourself at me is part of my job as captain.”

You groan, flustered but happy. “That is not in the job description.” He hums, fingers dancing along your waist, his mind is definitely wandering around. You blame the early hour. “Come on, captain, let me finish your hair. What will mister Stacy say?”

Hobie finally looks back at your eyes instead of your bare skin. “I don't care what he says,” he pouts, “just whatever you say. How do I look?” Twisting around, he faces you fully, arms wrapped around your waist, chin finding penchant on your thigh, his warmth flows through you.

You know him and what he truly meant. Hands running along his hairline, you look at him softly, oozing with affection for the man before you. “Fucking fantastic, it's growing really well. Too good, I'm in awe.”

“Thanks to you and your potions.” He grins against your leg, nudging his chin on your skin. “And you only say that because ‘m your captain.”

“You don't even pay me, cap’n” You giggle.

“I do,” he knits his brows, making a face like you've said the most ridiculous thing ever. “with my love.”

You lean down, the small of your back aches from the movement so he meets you halfway, lips pursed and waiting. “Ah yes, I forgot that you pay me with the greatest treasure in the world.” Pecking his lips, you tilt your head, smugly smiling.

He shuts his eyes, head falling down on your thighs, clearly melting from your saccharine words. After a moment of silence and you chuckling while you take the opportunity to finish his hair, your ears pick up soft snores.

You shake your head, leaning down to kiss his nape in an effort to wake him up. It's a mistake really, because it seems that he's falling into a deeper slumber.

[streetchicken]

It's 3 am, it's hot, I can't sleep-

So have some domestic NikPrice inspired by a version of Stroganoff my family makes :)

No beta, we go down like my math grades

Tw: Suggestive, badly written and very indulgent vwv

"Beef liver?"

Price pulls his nose up in barely contained disgust at the little paper wrapped package haphazardly tossed onto the kitchen island. A slab of unassuming dark meat that had Price's hackles raised. "Nik, I love you t'bits, but d'you have to feed me dog food?"

It looked positively slimy and alive. So much so that the Brit could barely hold back from poking it.

"Leave the meat, Малыш. You'll ruin it." Nik swoops in, ever the knight in shining armour, and snatches the liver from Price's mitts.

"Nik, it's liver, not a baby." Price sighs in return, now leaning his hip against the counter seeing as his partner had taken his only source of entertainment. "'t's not like i'can die."

The pout Price recieves from the Russian in return is childish. He just out his lower lip, scrunches his eyebrows and cradles the organ slab gently. "Don't say that, Малыш. Liver is good, you would not hurt liver's feelings."

Price produces an indignant snorting laugh that he has to clumsily hide with a cough. His hand flies to hide his lips as he turns his eyes away from the now beaming Russian.

Nik on the other hand? He can't be more pleased that he got the captain to laugh like that. He looks like a dog with a bone while he sets the liver aside.

"Ah, you laugh. I win." He proudly declares, picking up an onion to start peeling.

"Ya didn' win squat." Price tries to counter while he reaches for the peeler and a potato. Nik allows him to help.

"I won a laugh."

"Wot has that got ta do wit' winnin'?"

"Your laugh, Малыш."

Well Price had nothing to say against that. He's much too flustered now, flushed from the chops to his ears. "Touché."

Nik huffs a breath at the little victory, adjusting the halved onion on the cutting board and dicing it.

It's days like these that keep Nik sober. Without them, and Price, he swears he'd be condemned to the bottle by now. Drinking away whatever demons stalked his bedroom shadows. To think there had been a time when he lacked the gentle quiet. When he'd lived off blood, gunpowder and caffeine. When he only ever slowed down to enjoy some foreign meal or company. To think he was content to settle for it.

Nik takes a deep breath, focusing on the rhythmic tap of tbe blade against the chopping board. To his left, Price's breathing and the sound of potatoes being peeled, to his right, a well loved Bluetooth speaker mulling the tunes of some 80s song Price had insisted on.

The onions are swooped into the pot with some oil and garlic. "This stew is from my childhood."

"O'yeah?"

"Da. One of the few happy memories I was allowed."

Price's tongue sits thickly against the roof of his mouth at Nikolai's confession. Blue eyes settle on the russian's back. The white cotton seems so innocently bright in the soft canter of afternoon sunlight.

"D'you...miss 'em?" Price asks. His words are soft, delicate, almost swallowed by a tune in the music. "Th'good days, I mean."

"Nyet." Nik answers truthfully. "They were...still cold."

Another beat. The silence is thick. Price looks down at the half peeled potato in his hands instead of his partner's back. Finally he decides to continue.

"Fokin' 'ell, Nik. Not in front of th' liver." Price groans, peeling the last bits of skin from the potato.

The notion earns his a barely there snort from Nik, but an amused sound nonetheless. Nik turns, plucks up the potato and leaves Price with a peck against his temple and a soft smile.

Price smiles himself, watching Nikolai work on the stew. He admires how focused Nik is on feeding him, it's a lovely change of pace from field rations and the bland slop they usually get on base. Price might be feeling a little spoilt.

"Onions, aromatics, vegetables, meat, broth. Da, that should be all for now." Nik mutters to himself and turns to face his partner and offers a hand. He bends down a little with one of his mischievously charming smiles that highlight the crinkle around his eyes. "Which gives us some time."

"Flirt." Price rumbles in return, feeling heat on his cheeks as his hand slips into Nikolai's.

Price is pulled up against a firm chest, his hand finding Nik's shoulder while the latter's free hand settles warmly against the small of his back. God Price could barely keep a shiver down.

Nik pulls him into a little sway and jig. Despite his bulk and the small space of the flat's kitchen, Nikolai still manages to maneuver them to the beat of Bruce Springsteen's "Dancing in the dark".

They bounce to the beat, Price mouthing the words as they go along. Nik shifts them away from the stove as they mingle in the light of the waning afternoon sun. They nearly trip over the striped rug tossed between the stove and the sink.

Price follows along. Nik's a better dancer than him anyway, he'd glad to let his partner lead as Price swears he has two left feet no matter the song era. "Y're good a'this!"

"Da, had some practice. Lots of fun clubs in Berlin." Nik muses. His fingers toy with the hem of Price's t-shirt where they've settled at the bottom of the Brit's spine. "Though, not the only thing those clubs taught me."

"Cheeky git-" Price snorts.

Price rolls his eyes and sets a foot between Nik's own and pushes. He maneuvers the man till his back settles against a countertop and Price could worm his hands to plant on said counter top on either side of Nik's waist. "Don't s'ppose ya could back those claims, Sergeant?"

Nik's breath hitches at his old rank. He's left those days behind him when he denounced his position in the Soviet army, but to hear it come from the man he reapects so much?

"I make arrangements, da." He swallows hard, throat suddenly dry. Nik is suddenly hyper-aware of that muscular thigh pressed between his legs.

"Ah, now would ya look at that." Price muses. "Haven't seen ya that red since that night in the Black Hawk."

"Can't blame a man, can you? Not when he's at his Captain's mercy." God the flirting wouldn't work now, Nik's already lost the upper hand. He braces his hands on Price's forearms, desperate to feel the flex of muscle under skin.

"Is that so?" Price coos, his voice dropping to that low gravel that has Nikolai dizzy. His baby blues flick appreciatively over the man's neck.

Unable to resist, lips press firmly to the hollow of Nik's neck. Soft, demanding, they trail little embers up to the pulse. Nick swallows, he can feel his heart gallop in his chest and stick in his throat.

"You seem a tad nervous, luv." Price taunts. His hands slip from the counter to find the curve of Nikolai's hips. His thigh presses forwards and up.

"Nyet, not nervous." Nik gasps. The square if gis shoulders falter with the full body shiver. Price's lips are impossibly warm as they find the edge of Nik's jaw. It has him closing his eyes to stop the world, Price, from spinning. Jus'...I...John."

"Yeah?" Price muses, smiling where he's inches from Nik's face.

Fuck, Nik can feel it. Feel him. Smell him. Him and his Yardley English Blazer cologne. "Малыш- need. I need- John, please-"

Oh Price likes when Nik asks so softly.

Lips meet lips in a soft embrace. Almost like the casual atmosphere has the kiss lazy and easy. They barely notice the first cords of "Careless Whisper" strum over the speaker. But it isn't long before Nik's hands find the front of Price's shirt hem. Or until Price had his fingers securely tucked into the curls at Nikolai's nape.

The leverage lets Price press Nik fowards. He forces a soft sound between Nik's lips. The heat of his tongue finds the other's. He presses to overwhelm. His free hand dips below the elastic of Nik's sweats to find the fat at the man's hip.

The sound is soft, barely audible. A breathy little gasp that has Price scrambling to lift roughly 100 kilograms of Russian muscle onto the counter. Their lips part, but Price eagerly liberates Nik of his shirt so he could trail heated kisses from his throat to his sternum.

"John-" Nik starts, getting cut off by his own breather groan as he's palmed through his sweats.

Price could feel the heat pool between Nik's legs as he slots his hips to fit perfectly between the man's thighs. He nuzzles his nose to the black curls that adorn Nik's chest and lets himself just exist like that for a moment. He admires how sunlight glints over silver scars and the carpet on Nik's chest, admires the colour adorning Nik's cheeks and shoulders. His head is fuzzy with the feel of Nik against him, his partner shuddering with his arousal pressed to Price's palm. Intoxicating. Addictive even.

Nik threads his fingers through the messy brown locks.

Price continues his trail of kisses. They follow the contours of Nik's abdomen. Down to his navel. Gently down the trail of dark curls. His teeth hook the elastic of Nik's grey sweats. The man practically whimpers at the display.

Until he's not and Price is shoved back in Nik's panic to get to the stove. Price sighs and runs a hand over his face.

"New low f'me-" he groans "-gettin' cock blocked by a bloody stew."

Nik only offers him a shrug as he adds some cream, turns off the heat and places the lid back on. That's when he turns and Price's tongue goes lax at the sunlight framing Nikolai's face in dark curls and a soft glow.

"Well-" Nik coos, stalking closer to his partner "-it is done. I am certain it would be...some time before it is cool enough to eat."

Price suddenly feels very claustrophobic with his back against a counter and Nik's dark eyes so intently on him.

"I never minded cold stew anyway."

[lesuccube]

➚ 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 : ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇɴ ɢʀᴀɴᴛ — ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴘꜱ

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — just a little lip scrub magic .

𝐖𝐀��𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 — fluff infection

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 — not beta'd , constructive criticism is welcomed . reblogs and comments are appreciated .

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 — 1.2k

it's another friday night for you and steven and as per usual, the brit finds himself within the comforts of your home dressed in his comfiest pajamas he's long since left in your place, smelling much like your fabric softener, cherries and vanilla.

he's got his wild and untamed curls pushed back by a fluffy headband, a blue one to match your pink headband, and sporting a facemask that's about to hit the 15 minute mark. you were still in the bathroom, washing your face and applying oils to your skin, only halfway into your routine.

the door's been left slightly ajar, with him occasionally peeking in to keep you company or to ask how far along you were, too excited to help you put on the remaining bits of your skincare to wait for you patiently. you don't mind it, though more than half the time you'd end up splashing him with some water out of surprise. he's got pretty silent footsteps for someone as clumsy as him.

he sits on your living room couch, surfing through channels for something to watch (which definitely becomes white noise after a while since none of you pay attention to whatever's showing anyways) and settles for a 90's slasher film. he doesn't know the title but it's either that or a rom-com, something he's surprisingly not in the mood for.

he's got a nervous energy about him that he can't place, thrumming in his veins as if he's been injected an additional dose of antsiness. he fidgets in his seat and plays with the hem of his loose sweater, trying to watch but his mind pulls his focus somewhere else. you.

it's almost as if he's suddenly hyper aware of your presence, as if he hasn't been doing this with you for months now. how close you two can get and how touchy he gets anytime you're within arms length from him.

only when he feels the couch dip with another person's weight does he snap out of his daze, cheeks flushed under the sheet mask that you gingerly peel away with expert ease. steven's staring at you now, there's an emotion in his eyes you can't exactly name, or maybe you're just a little too scared to admit to yourself he's looking at you a little love-drunk.

you crumple up the used mask and place it on your coffee table next to a few items you had brought with you. unlike steven, you weren't putting on a facemask today, you had another thing in mind to cover up: your lips.

it's been cracking and drying up recently even with a thick layer of lip gloss or lip oil and you weren't about to have any of that (not when you've started catching steven stare at your lips for a while now). you rip open a new sheet, placing the too big lip mask over your own, rubbing the essence to ensure all of it gets absorbed. all the while steven's just been staring at you, watching you with rapt attention.

you struggled to laugh as you poked his nose, breaking him out of his trance as he blubbers out a string of apologies you shushed by placing a finger on his lips, being unable to speak and all, but your eyes squint with a hint of a smile. the next fifteen minutes were spent in silence, you scrolling through your phone while waiting for the time and steven finishing up the last of his own skincare routine.

once your timer goes off, you peel off the lip mask and smack your lips for extra measure. piling it on top of steven's crumpled up face sheet, you grab a tiny pink jar next for the last steo of your routine for the night: your lip scrub.

twisting the cap off, a faint scent of strawberry filling your nose. but before you can dip a finger in, steven covers the jar with a palm and a shy smile. "d'you mind if i do that for you, love?"

surprised and a little flustered, you wordlessly hand it over to steven, watching him scoot closer to you on the tiny loveseat. with a shaky gentleness, he dips his middle finger into the sugar scrub and takes a good amount, swiping the slightly rough formula over your moisturized lips.

the scrub was sticky and the scent of fruits and vanilla filled your nose, the close proximity of steven to you causes your heart to stutter and your cheeks to heat up. he looked even prettier up close.

untamed curls swept back by the headband, his usually relaxed brows knit together in absolute focus. steven's bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he concentrates on the way his finger swipes over the plushness of your own lips and his eyes, gods, his eyes.

clouded with a slight haze, a mix of emotions you can't all quite place swirling between earthy hues and in the harsh light of the tv, looks like warm chocolate

the way he looked at your lips sent a heat to your belly intensified by the way he massages the scrub over your lips with such gentleness. steven won't show the same attitude when he does his own lip scrub. the contrast has butterflies fluttering in your stomach because he's being gentle for you.

after a long, painstaking three and a half minutes (you were counting in your head to distract yourself from thinking thoughts that don't belong to your friendship), he rubs your lips clean off the sugar with a hand towel. you released a breath you didn't know you were holding, unconsciously licking your lips and tasting the sweet taste of sugar and strawberries lingering on your lips.

"thanks." you whispered, almost breathlessly, lashes fluttering as you look at steven. steven who hasn't taken his eyes off your lips not once since he asked to do your scrub. he's been staring at them with such intensity it almost knocks the breath out of your lungs.

and when he finally does look up, he looks at you with a darkened gaze, heavy with a want and desire you've never seen before. your breath hitches yet steven doesn't falter, his own breathing heavy with restraint. like he's trying not jump on your bones.

voice strained, like the act of asking his question hurt, "may i?" and aside from the clear arousal brewing within those beautiful warm eyes, lies a hint of desperation. deep down, you had a hunch saying no would crush him. he's inching closer and closer, your breaths mingling with each other, noses brushing. he looks hopeful as he is desperate.

you nod twice and steven does not hesitate to press his lips on your lips, palm on your cheek as he tilts your head like he's about devour you whole.

steven kisses like a man starved and you were the first meal he's had in a really long time. he tasted like mint toothpaste and lychee and something inherently steven, it makes you moan softly against his lips.

you pull away first to catch your breath, willing air back to your lungs but steven, sweet steven, chases after you. he can't get enough of it, the feel of your lips on his, the aftertaste of your lip scrub hanging on to your lips and he's addicted. within the first touch, he's completely and utterly addicted to you and steven thinks to himself that he may never recover from you.

"taste so sweet…" he mumbles against you, "so good, love. wanna taste more, can i? please, can i kiss you again?"

[tala-bez-i]

At first sight II Chapter Nine

(m!reader x Bonten!Haruchiyo Sanzu)

Fluff/slash/reader is male/cursing/BontenTimeline/drugs and alcohol mentioned/violence/blood/death

All characters that appeared in the Tokyo Revengers manga and anime belong to Ken Wakui.

Words: 3758

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“Saburo Sasaki, 22. Student of Art History at the University of Tokyo. He lived with his father, who works as a chief accountant in a company that produces high-quality acrylic to oil paints...” The black-haired man took a long drag on his cigarette and slowly exhaled the smoke through his nose. “All that is known about his mother is that she abandoned the family when Saburo was almost 7 and began modeling in the United States of America.” 

“She didn’t keep in touch with either her husband or her son.” You added, watching as a blue-gray trail of smoke curled against the evening sky. “Mr. Sasaki was aware of what his son did in his free time, but he blamed it all on his ex-wife.” 

“Not exactly ex.” Okumura flicked the ash from his cigarette over the railing of the balcony you were standing on. “Neither of them filed for divorce.” 

“Right.” Hearing the laughing voices of your children, you looked over your shoulder and smiled slightly at the sight of your partner’s offsprings. 

“Well, okay. The boy also didn’t have the best relationship with his own father, because the old man spent most of his time at work, trying to earn money to keep both of them living at a decent standard. On top of that, the boy’s studies…” Okumura continued and took another drag on his cigarette. “I don’t know if he wasn’t interested in his son at all or if he just didn’t have time for him, because from what we heard, both Saburo and his father usually passed each other in the doorway of the apartment they lived in.” 

“It's sad, isn't it? But it's nothing new really. We grew up in a similar environment ourselves. Busy parents and children left to fend for themselves.” You commented, leaning both hands on the balcony railing. “I was lucky enough that my father preferred my mother to take care of the house.” 

“Uh-huh but remember that it was mostly because your grandparents were rich, and they chipped in when your parents got married.” 

Shinji looked at you, putting out his cigarette in the ashtray he had placed against the wall. 

“Listen, Y/n... A little question...” You looked at him carefully, waiting. “How did Riku know so much about young Sasaki unless we saw him in the brothel where he worked? They didn’t even live in each other’s neighborhood. What could possibly connect them?” 

“Riku said he met him at one of the nightclubs. The two of them accompanied as escorts their regular clients who were discussing some business that evening and the boys were sent away so that they could not hear what exactly the conversation was about.” You explained calmly. “They went to a bar together for a drink, and Saburo’s tongue got a little loose.” 

You both looked through the glass door at the Okumura children playing and the pregnant Mimiko bustling around with joy on her face. The corners of your mouth turned up and a wave of pleasant warmth flooded you at the memory of their reactions to the food you brought. Every time you cooked curry from your mother's recipe, you were grateful that she had the patience to teach you how to do it. 

“You’re wasting yourself.” Your partner said quietly and you looked at him in surprise, not understanding what he meant. “You have a way with children. My little rascals prefer you to my brother. In their eyes, you’re their uncle, not him.” 

Your face warmed slightly, and you laughed nervously. “Come on. It’s not like that at all.” 

“Tell yourself whatever you want.” He patted you on the back and smiled widely. “Come on, let's have another beer and leave the subject of work alone for a few hours. It's too rare for us to organize such casual evenings for simple, friendly get-togethers.” 

You agreed with him, but you knew that the subject of the young man's body that had been found that morning would not leave your thoughts, nor Okumura's. 

As soon as you sat down again in the small living room by the kotatsu to drink the beer you had brought, you were immediately surrounded by Shinji's two sons, who, one after another, started telling you about their favorite characters from the TV show their parents allowed them to watch. 

The oldest, Takara, was telling you what happened in the last episode and with each of his wide smiles, you could see the gap in his teeth caused by the recent fight. His lower lip was cut, but it was starting to heal quickly, as it usually did in young organisms. In a day or so, there would be no trace of the incident. It was a different story when it came to his cut knuckles, which were currently sprinkled with a special powder for wounds. From what Mimiko had said earlier, the boy was picking scabs because he couldn't look at them. Luckily, he couldn't see his mouth, because otherwise he would have been picking a scab from there as well. 

The younger boy, whose parents named him Taro, wrapped his arms around your shoulder and cuddled up to you, looking at your face every now and then. He nodded to his older brother and repeated random single words after him. At times he blinked his eyes more often, which you interpreted as the preschooler's deepening tiredness, and after a few more minutes Shinij got up and gently picked up his little one to carry him to the other room and put him to sleep. 

Takara fell silent upon seeing this, looked at you with a clear uncertainty written on his small face and nodded. He got up from the floor, said goodbye to you politely, just like his mother taught him, and followed his father to go to bed as well. 

"They both like it when Shinji reads them a bedtime story." Mimiko explained in a calm voice, who was sitting in a soft armchair, stroking her belly. "Takara won't miss these few minutes, no matter what happens." 

“I see.” You took a sip from your bottle of beer and smiled at the woman. “Shinji is a good man after all, right?” 

“I know he likes to go wild.” She gave you a pointed look that made you cringe slightly. “But he cares about his family and loves his children. He has a much better bond with his sons than his father had with him and his brother.” 

You nodded, staring at the closed door behind which all three male members of the Okumura family had disappeared, and you felt a pang of jealousy. You yourself would like to experience a similar moment with your children... With your son, who you didn't have. 

"Y/n." You looked at the woman, hearing her soft voice. "Please don't think badly of me, but..." She hesitated for a moment, and you pursed your lips, knowing perfectly well what you were about to hear. "Emi is not the right woman for you." 

“You’re not the first person to tell me that.” You replied with a bitter smile and a brief silence fell over the room, broken again by the woman. 

“Talk to her father.” 

“Huh?” You didn’t expect that. 

“If you can catch him when his wife is away, he'll be more willing to talk to you in a more polite manner.” She smiled slightly. “He's not as scary as he seems, trust me.” 

“Why would I talk to him? It's not like I'm going to marry Emi anytime soon...” You tried to joke, but seeing the seriousness in your partner's wife's gaze, you fell silent. 

“Mr. Nakayabashi is by no means your enemy, Y/n. Shinji said he mentioned it to you.” 

“Not necessarily in those words.” 

“It doesn’t matter. He can explain many things about Emi’s past to you.” She looked down at her belly, where she was carrying two more children, and fondly stroked it. “I can’t do that. Even though my friend started to openly avoid me, I promised her I wouldn’t say anything.” 

“What did you promise her?” You asked quietly feeling a strange unease, but the woman just shook her head. 

“The rascals are sleeping.” The black-haired man said closing the door to the boys’ room behind him and with a quiet sigh he sat down by the kotatsu, kissing his Princess on the cheek before. “Where did we end, Y/n?” 

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“Can you tell me again how you know who the victim was?” 

Did your voice always sound strangely gentle on the recording, or was it because of who the other person was? 

“Gossip spreads very quickly.” Riku, who had arrived three hours after your meeting on the steps in front of the police station, replied. “This park was his turf.” 

“Did he work for someone? Did he had a guardian?” 

“No. Saburo acted on his own.” Came the answer. “He had regular clients and always met them in the park. Only later did they go somewhere else together.” 

“How do you know about this?” 

“Saburo told me many things. We didn’t have regular contact…” He was embarrassed for a moment, as if wondering what to say next. “You see, the point was that he wanted to remain independent as long as possible. He had no intention of getting involved in brothel business and such…” 

“I see. You said the park was his territory. Why? Did he mention anything about it?” 

“Yes. He lived in the area.” A moment’s pause. “Saburo mentioned that his father used to give him terrible rows about it.” 

This was something new, because during the day, right after the conversation with Riku, the father of the murdered man showed up for questioning. Mr. Sasaki maintained that despite their differences of opinion and the unflattering, as he put it, his son's hobby, they didn't argue. Mainly because they couldn't spend time together. 

“Thank you Riku, that will help us a lot with the case.” You said and the boy nodded. 

“I'm glad I could help. It's a shame Saburo died, but that's not what I wanted to talk about.” 

“Of course. Let's get back to the Jun Takenaka case then.” 

“Junko. I'll go by Junko...” The boy sitting across from you in the interrogation room said. “He preferred his alter ego.” 

“Alright. Junko Yoshioka.” 

“Junko Yoshioka.” This time, Riku's voice sounded softer and warmer, as if he was talking about someone close to him, not someone who had introduced him to the dangerous world of prostitution. 

“I have your latest statement in this case here.” The rustle of notebook pages being turned. “Do you want to read them? Change something?” 

“No.” The boy didn’t even look at the notebook. His eyes were staring at you with a seriousness you didn’t expect to see in him. “I remember everything. I don’t want to change anything I’ve said so far. I want to add something more.” 

“Okay. I’ll listen then.” 

Sigh. “These are just my thoughts.” Riku said. “I’d rather no one knew it came from me.” 

“Why? Did anyone threaten you, Riku?” You asked after a moment of silence. 

You felt the anxiety again, and it wasn't any less than it had been a few hours earlier. 

“No, but please keep this between us. This entire recording.” 

“I can’t promise that…” Rustling of clothes. “But I can try to keep your details about this part private.” 

“Okay, thank you.” The young man took a deep breath. “I suspect Haji is responsible for Junko’s death.” 

“Haji? Your boss’ deputy?” 

“Yes. Junko often took me with her to various places, and one day I happened to hear them arguing in the other room... It was when Jin was arrested, and Junko asked me to come over to their apartment. I was in the other room, and that's when Haji came over.” The boy explained calmly. “They argued about the drugs that Junko was supposed to get and pass on to the right client.” 

“Did Haji threaten Junko?” 

“Yes.” He replied in a confident voice. “Junko didn't let herself be intimidated, but this time she was scared. She made me promise myself that if anything happened to her and the police wanted to talk to us, I would...” A moment of silence. “I could not say everything if he's around.” 

“Did anyone else from Bonten know about this?” 

“Huh? No, I don’t think so.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“No, I can’t be sure. The high-ups didn’t interfere with their pawns. They don’t care what happens to us. The most important thing is that the profits match, there are no losses, and no one steals from them.” 

At that moment, you realized that until the last time-leap, you were probably the only one who cared about the fate of prostitutes, which was very sad and unpleasant. But on the other hand, it was because of that that you were considered a wimp. 

Prostitutes, whores, sluts... They were the most common goods, just like weapons and drugs. They were written off as losses from the very beginning, but that changed slightly when the Uchiyama couple started kidnapping and murdering the syndicate's source of income for their own entertainment. 

But who was supposed to take care of the case then? You. Sure, Kakucho and Mochi investigated it at first, but it was you who had to figure out the rest and deal with the traitors. You had to clean up the whole mess, and only because there was less profit. 

Now you had to do something similar, except you were on the other side of the barricade and saw the victims as human beings. Someone's mothers, sisters, daughters... Sons and brothers too. They weren't trash to you and in fact you never saw them that way... At least not until they started behaving as they were expected to. When they lost themselves in what they were doing and threw away the last bits of empathy and humanity for money and pleasure. That's when you started to see them as ordinary trash that couldn't be recycled. 

You looked into space and froze. What kind of comparison was that? Recycling? 

“Fuck…” You shook your head and took a sip of the now cold tea that was in the cup on your desk. 

You glanced at the clock, which showed 11 p.m., and pursed your lips. You checked your phone again, but there were no notifications. Apparently, despite the promises you had made earlier, Emi was having a great time and had no intention of leaving her company just yet. 

Not that you weren't excited during the day for the woman's promised intimacy, but... That's not how it's done and you felt a little disappointed. You kept your promise. You were sober and returned from Okumura's earlier, much earlier than you had originally planned. 

Maybe something happened after all? 

You didn't like that thought and despite knowing how stupid it was for her to inform you how and when she would be returning from parties, you dialed her number and waited for her to answer. 

After the fourth ring, you heard very loud music and equally loud laughter of amused women in the speaker, but the voice you heard was not your girlfriend's. 

"Yes, Kitty?" 

Kitty? Is that how Emi had you saved in her contacts? 

"Can I talk to Emi?" You asked politely, or at least as politely as you could. 

“Uh... Not really, she's busy.” The woman answered you. 

“Excuse me... Who do I have the pleasure of speaking to?” 

“Oh... I'm Aimi...” She replied cheerfully, and right after that you heard a burst of loud laughter from several clearly drunk women. 

“Emi!...” Some string of indistinct words. “Don't bite!” 

“Aimi?” You said, trying to get your interlocutor’s attention back. “Aimi?” 

“Yes? Ah... I'm listening." A giggle. 

“Can you tell Emi I’m waiting for her…” 

“Oh!” The woman’s voice changed to a much sharper tone. “She’s neither your wife nor your maid!” 

The call was cut off and you stared at the blank screen in complete shock. You didn't expect this at all and basically had no idea how you should react to it. Get angry and start looking for Emi on your own in the clubs where you knew she liked to party or leave it and wait until your beloved girlfriend gets home and ask her as delicately as possible what her friend was up to. 

You pouted as you put your phone on the desk and looked at the monitor screen, which displayed the contents of the folder designated for Junko's case. 

You felt offended and irritated, but decided to let it go and not take offense. You'll just have to talk to your beloved and clear up a few things. It shouldn't be hard. 

Haji. From the beginning, the guy had strangely caught your attention, but you thought it was mostly because of his appearance and overall presentation. After all, compared to Jun and Jin, he was the only one who looked like an actual brothel keeper. 

You looked at your hand, which looked quite pale against the desk in the glow of the computer screen. Since the visit to the brothel, you and Okumura had not managed to establish his real personal details, because the name Haji did not seem real to you. 

Even Katsuro Wada didn't say anything different about him, which could indicate that he himself didn't know who the manager was. For a moment you thought that maybe even Nagasawa and Junko had not knew anything about him. Maybe the guy was actually sent to them by someone higher up at Bonten? 

You'll have to check it out, and the next day you might get a chance to do so. If Tomoko doesn't change her mind and still wants to take you with her to the meeting with the syndicate, which she should attend for reasons you still don't fully understand, then a lot of things could be explained. 

Or not. It all depended on how you were treated by the gang members and you sincerely hoped that despite whatever benefits you had offered them so far, they wouldn't decide to tear you apart. Especially if it was about Haruchiyo Sanzu.  

Sanzu. At the mere thought of the pink-haired man, your heart pounded, and your hand involuntarily went to the locked drawer in your desk, where you kept the perfume, the gangster used to use. 

When your fingers tightened around the drawer handle, you froze with your eyes wide open. The rush of blood in your ears became so loud that it successfully drowned out other sounds, including the ticking of the wall clock. 

You snorted quietly, pushing yourself away from the desk in your chair and rubbing your temples with your hands, feeling frustrated. If you reacted this way to the mere thought of Haruchiyo, how could you behave when you saw him in person? 

“This is completely ridiculous. What are you doing, idiot?” You growled to yourself and stood up from your chair to look outside through the window. 

You saw a taxi pulling up below and after a moment a man got out, the driver, who walked to the back door and helped a very drunk woman, whom you recognized without a problem, out of the vehicle. 

You had no problem seeing that she was holding both her purse and her high heels and was explaining something to the driver, gesturing for him to stay calm and quiet. 

You sighed and decided to go downstairs to help your beloved girlfriend get to your apartment safely. 

When you left the building, you were struck by how cold it was, and you felt uneasy seeing that Emi didn't have her coat. Last time she forgot her shoes, was it the same with her coat this time? 

“Good evening.” You greeted the taxi driver, who was clearly worried and tried to convince the woman that he would help her get to her apartment. 

“Good evening, sir…” He answered you uncertainly, as if not quite knowing how he should react to your presence. 

“Oh... Y/n, honey!” Emi greeted you, holding out her hand to you. “Help, help!” 

“Shhh...” You tried to hush her up so she wouldn’t make any more noise. You grabbed her arm to steady her a little. “I see you’ve been a little crazy today.” You looked back at the taxi driver and nodded. “Thank you for driving her home. Is her coat inside?” 

“Uh, no. Sorry, but no.” The man replied, seeming a little reassured to see that his passenger felt comfortable in your company. And judging by the way she started to snuggle up to you, almost squeezing into your unbuttoned sweatshirt for warmth, very comfortable and safe. 

“Okay. Alright. Did she pay for the service?” 

“Y/n... Y/n... Cold...” Emi moaned miserably. 

“Yes. The bill has been settled.” The man nodded to you and retreated to his taxi. “Have a nice evening.” 

You grabbed your girlfriend tightly and lifted her up so you could carry her to the apartment you shared. She was mumbling something under her breath, giggling quietly every now and then and you already knew that this was the only closeness that would happen between you today. 

You sighed heavily, closing the apartment door behind you as quietly as you could, so as not to draw even more attention from the neighbors than Emi herself had, and carried her to your bedroom. You looked at the unfolded futons and once again regretted not standing your ground to buy a bed. 

“Y/n...” The woman murmured, throwing her arms around your neck as you managed to gently lay her down on her futon. 

“Shh, shh, shhh...” You untangled her arms and wrapped the blanket around her. “Sleep, honey. You're exhausted.” 

You kissed her forehead, and it wasn't long before you heard the woman's soft snores. 

You sat next to her in silence, looking at her face. Her makeup was slightly smudged in a few places, and her hair, which she had neatly combed before leaving, was now a bit disheveled. 

Something had changed in her, and it wasn't even about the fact that she went out to nightclubs with her friends more and more often, but that she came back sober or only slightly tipsy less often. The Emi you knew didn't like alcohol and only drank it on the occasion of a holiday or other celebrations, but now? 

You stroked her hair, mentally agreeing with Mimiko and Shinji. You should talk to Mr. Nakayabashi. 

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[lizzyflowers]

Dear Anna,

Sometimes when i think about you i always think about what kind of lip oil or lip gloss i should buy or wear. I wanted to get those strawberry flavoured ones so i can lick my lips and get sick from eating too much edible lip gloss.

But it's actually because sometimes i just want to come up to you and kiss your lips, and cheeks and just see the messy pastel pink or red lip gloss all over your face. So that whenever you eat strawberries you'll remember me kissing you.

I want to shower you with love so much just so that you can remember that someone loves you just because they do, that's me, i'm that someone.

I hope i get to save up money and buy frilly dresses with ruffles and laces just so i can twirl in them and ask you if it looks pretty on me, and i know you'll always say yes because no matter what i wear you'll always find me beautiful and those words always make me smile and blush no matter how much i hate everything about myself.

I always love to dance and i hope one day i won't jolt or feel too ticklish with your hands on my hips or waist so we could properly dance without us stumbling and falling to the ground. But i honestly wouldn't mind if we fall on the floor because i know we'll laugh too much to focus on dancing.

I hope that one day you'll be able to pick me up without me automatically making my body heavier because i'm not used to it and i'm too ticklish so that when you try the first time we'll both fall and laugh just like when we tried to actually dance together.

I hope that whenever we watch a movie or an anime series you'll let me snuggle up to you just so that you could wrap your arms around my chest and waist because i love the feeling of you holding me and i know you love it too because were both touched starved dummies that crave physical affection.

I love it when you ask me to praise you and i always tell you how i am so proud of you no matter what you are doing and i love it when you do the same to me when i'm feeling sad and you tell me that no matter what happens you'll still love me because were both suckers for words of affirmations. I love knowing that you'll never be shy of asking me those things because you know i will never judge you for it and that i'll be happy knowing that you can be vulnerable with me.

I always smile when you get me something and i always have the urge to bombard and shower you with gifts but i'm too broke to get anything fancy so i just cook for you and get your favourite foods because i know you love them as much as i love you.

I like to call you at random times and sometimes at night or late in the early mornings and i know when you have internet you'll always pick up no matter how late or how much it annoys you, because you told me that even when you are annoyed you always enjoy listening to my voice and being in my company even when i am so far away from you.

I always look forward to seeing you in person because i barely see you in person because we live a few hours away and we don't have our own cars yet so we have to rely on school holidays to see each other. You have to ask your mother if you could go to my house and whenever she gets worried that you'll "trouble" us i always persuade her to let you go. I get all excited whenever i see you in the parking lot and i'll run up to hug you tightly because i'm afraid that if i'll let go you'll disappear.

I know it's silly to think like that but you know why i think like that, sometimes i wish i could just hold you and kiss all your problems away. I remember moments i have with you that all of our problems seem to just disappear and we'll just have each other in those moments where nothing else mattered. I hope that one day you'll hold me and kiss my scars, telling me that you'll still love me despite them. You'll listen to me ramble about silly things like star signs and us being the sun and moon or whatever it is about because you'll always listen to me no matter what it's about.

I hope you know how much i use sun and moon tropes to compare it to us, how you'll say that i'm the light in your darkness and how i'll say you'll light up my night with your light. How much i want you to call me your sunshine while i call you my starlight. Maybe that's just me daydreaming again but you daydream as often as i do really, if not more.. Every time i think about these thoughts i'll come up with fake scenarios in my head i can't help but smile and giggle, kicking my feet like i'm a high school teen falling in love with my childhood best friend. Funnily enough that is what's happening. I thought falling in love would be sending messages that you love them with really no other evidence other than your own words. I wish you were my first love so i wouldn't have to know what heartbreak is like. I wish you confessed to me first instead of a random person that didn't know me well so that i could experience what real love was, not false and unkept promises and hidden lies. But no matter how hurt i was, what happened happened and i'll keep healing from it until i'll finally be okay. I know you'll be here no matter how many times i've cried or ranted about her. Because i know now that i have you, and nothing else will make that any better than it already is. I love you, so so much. I can only hope that this love stays forever.

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐋𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐲♡

[j-graysonlibrary]

The Xiang Chronicles: Book Three Chapter 5

Title: The Xiang Chronicles: Book Three

Author: Jay Grayson

Word Count: 107k

Genres: Fantasy, adventure, drama, LGBT+

Available on: my website

Synopsis: Only one Xiang remains and her name is Merra. She hopes to unite the land by force and plow down anyone in her way—especially the people of Agni who she deems faithless and the native people of Terra who refuse to cooperate with her.

Raine continues to serve his Lord but he has taken to alcoholism to soothe his grief—a fact he keeps out of his letters with Heidi. Baiya has returned to mercenary work in order to keep his family safe while Kira is on the warpath. He, fully, takes on the title of Chaaya and means to defeat the Xiang he sees as false.

And, in a guarded castle in Enlil, a stir-crazy Princess dabbles in the dark arts, setting in motion something even Tiandi cannot see.

Full chapter 5 under the cut

Chapter V:

The sun struggled in rising. Just when the sky would start to brighten, it would grow dark again and Pangu would feel his hopes crash. A few birds started to wake and the sound of waves, which had been a constant through the night, seemed to grow louder now. A distant bell from a ship rang and that seemed to serve as Kaz’s waking.

“Fuck, it’s late,” the man cursed as he hurried to dress himself again.

It seemed quite early to Pangu still but he did not know his schedule either. He stayed quiet and on the floor, not wanting to risk accidently seeing the man in his undergarments again. Once, he was sure could be counted as an accident but twice and he knew Kaz would not forgive him.

The clinking of his armor grew closer as well as the thudding of his feet against the floor. Then a kick to Pangu’s side flipped him onto his back. It was not a particularly strong kick and it did not hurt but it was forceful enough to have moved him and drawn an “umph” from his throat.

“Wake up. I am sure May will be in here soon.” Kaz walked away. “I will be back later. Do not touch anything.”

Pangu sat up and rubbed his eyes despite not getting any sleep. He heard Kaz leave the room and he let out a sigh in his absence.

There was nothing to do, especially since he was not allowed to look at anything in the man’s room, so he paced about until he had company again.

Like Kaz had said, May came in after a few moments. She was in a brand new robe and smelled strongly of floral oils so Pangu guessed she had taken a bath. Her hair was pulled back more on the left side and a few braids hung down and draped over her shoulder.

“Good morning, Pangu,” she greeted with a wide, toothy grin. “I see you are still in one piece and not…smelling.”

Just as he had the night before, he smelled himself which got a big laugh from the princess.

“It is a good thing!” May clapped her hands together. “You are the fine specimen Parvati promised. I just need you to start remembering how to use your abilities.”

“I have not tried,” Pangu admitted.

He quickly realized that she and Kaz must not have spoken before she came over because her eyebrows flew up her face and her jaw hung.

“You can talk!”

“Oh…yeah.” He felt his cheeks get hot and he rubbed the back of his neck. “I am getting better.”

“Well, take that energy and focus it on shooting fire from your hands and whipping things about in the air!” May grasped his hand and squeezed. “Then, you can scare my parents into listening to me. Finally.”

“You just…want to scare them?” Pangu parsed out his thoughts carefully.

“Yep.” She grinned and moved their hands up and down. “Scare them. Maim them. Threaten them with their lives. Whatever makes them stop and do what I say, really.”

“What if they do not listen no matter what?”

May’s elated expression turned dark in an instant. As if a candle was suddenly blown out, she became cold and distant. She even dropped her hold on him and backed away. “Why would you suggest that? Did Kaz say they would not listen? Where did you get such an idea from?!”

Pangu stuttered. “I…I was just curious.”

She threw her head back and let out a long, heavy sigh before collapsing on the nearby sofa. She threw her arms out over her head and let one of her legs dangle toward the ground. “If they do not cooperate then we will kill them. Easy.”

That did not sound easy at all. Or practical.

But Pangu hesitated to speak his mind. He fidgeted with his hands and briefly looked over at her. “What…what happens after that…?”

“I have plans,” May responded, defiant. She sat up in a hurry and shook her head, loosening some of her hair. “Do not worry about my plans. You just need to do what I tell you, when I tell you, and how I tell you.”

He nodded, not wanting to upset her further.

It appeared as though he had no reason to really worry, however, since she stood from the sofa and straightened out her clothes with a growing smile. She let out a sigh that sounded less exhausted and more relieved.

“That settles that,” she said and walked closer to Pangu. “Now, you should really remember some stuff. Parvati, can you come out? Helloooo?”

Her eyes darted all about, to every corner of the room until a form appeared, finally. It was similar to how Pangu had seen her leave them before but it was truly striking to watch her suddenly arrive from the smallest of shadows.

“Yes, my lady?” Parvati answered her with a smile. She kept her hands clasped in front of her, ready to bow at a moment’s notice.

“I have business to attend to today, can you watch Pangu and try to get him to remember how to use his powers? I would like to have things neatly tied up before too much longer.”

Pangu noticed a slight twitch in Parvati’s eye but she did not drop her smile. “Of course. I will be with him every spare moment I can.”

May clapped and then headed back for the door. “I look forward to it!”

Pangu watched her skip out of the room, at least in a better mood than she had been a few moments prior. He did not know how to speak to her or even look at her, to be honest. Then again, he had no idea how to address or talk to Kaz either.

The sound of his name brought his focus over to Parvati. “Pangu,” she said in a flat but quiet voice. “How are you feeling?”

He definitely noticed a difference in the way she looked at him as opposed to how she looked at everyone else—he just was not sure if he could say whether that was a good thing or not. Not yet.

“Um…I can speak now but I still do not remember anything.”

A much wider smile spread across her lips. “It is a relief to hear you speak. And a good sign.”

“Will I be able to remember?” Pangu was not as impatient as May but he did feel a jittery sensation in his stomach each time he thought of his memories.

Of course, he wanted to remember who he was, other than what he knew so far—being the Xiang at some point—such as what he had done to, apparently, earn Tiandi’s ire as well as the people he had known. He wanted to know why that list of names Parvati listed to him last night made his heart clench so tightly. He wanted to know what kind of person he had been, not just what he was supposed to have done.

On the other hand, he knew he had been killed and the idea of remembering that was daunting. Would he also remember the pain? And, besides that, what if there were other details he would wind up regretting to remember? Things that were better left forgotten?

It was a complicated feeling—one he could not describe if asked.

Parvati brushed some of her hair aside and took a deep breath. “I certainly hope so. You were separate from your body for a year. It could take some time before things settle into place…I only fear it will take too long for our dear princess.”

“We should focus on my abilities first then,” he pointed out the obvious.

She nodded but she did not seem happy about it. “I am not sure how much I can help you there. Your energy may not be…compatible…with mine but I will do what I can.”

Pangu found himself frowning. “Is it because you are Sha-Parvati? A mistress of shadow?”

“So you remember things like that.” She rubbed down her chin and into her beard. “At least we do not have to review the basics.”

“It seems the princess and her guards do not know,” Pangu pointed out. Not only did they refer to her, solely, as Parvati, but none of them had mentioned the words mistress or shadow even once and especially not in tandem.

“They do…in a way. I do not think they fully understand, however.” Sha-Parvati chuckled under her breath. “May sees me as a witch of some sort, I think.”

Even some highly religious people did not know much about the mistresses of shadow. A few sects of Tiandi worship even forbade the teaching of anything about Shakti for a time. It was more likely that scholars of the Xiang, rather than regular Tiandi worshipers, would know the mistresses and their names.

Pangu shook his head and then held out his hands. “Anyway, my energy will not hurt you, will it?”

He knew the opposite was true—that Sha-Parvati’s energy, assuming it was pure miasma, would harm him. It was the reason the spirits had closed themselves into the spirit world.

“I should hope not,” she mentioned as she set her hands over his.

Their palms touched and, immediately, there was a tingling sensation. Pangu closed his eyes and braced for pinching or stinging but it never came. There was just a warm, dense pressure that pushed into his palms and reverberated through his being. He could almost trace it as it passed through all of the larger energy reserves in his body.

“You do not feel blocked…practice should be feasible.” Sha-Parvati pulled her hands away. “I am a poor substitute for your old teachers but I will do my best.”

Pangu had renewed faith that everything would work out just fine yet, after hours of sitting on the floor and attempting to lift a feather with his energy, that faith had seen only a few twitches and one updraft. And he was still not convinced that those instances had not been just a strong gust of wind coming from the window.

They tried fire as well and, a couple of times, little sparks came to his fingertips but nothing ever fully ignited. The energy was there but the manifestation was just not occurring.

Along with being incredibly frustrating, Pangu was worried about May’s response.

Sha-Parvati assured him not to concern himself with the princess and that, if she threw a fit over it, then she would take care of it.

By the time she left, Pangu was exhausted in every facet. He was still tired from the night before and he had exuded more energy than he probably should have during “training”. His mind was aching from the blank spaces he wanted so badly to fill and his heart tugged ever downward.

It felt like too much and, also, not enough. So, when the door opened again, he tensed.

“Do not forget about that report, Fi,” Kaz’s voice called out as he entered the doorway, faced backward. His hands clutched either side of the frame as he kept his head out, presumably speaking to someone in the hall. “I do not care how long it is—I will be checking it in the morning. …No, you will not. …If you come any closer, I will spear you through the throat.”

He pushed back into the room and shut the door with a loud bang. Then he locked it up tight and turned around, eyes meeting Pangu instantly.

“You did not touch anything, did you?”

Pangu shook his head. “No.”

Kaz sighed and rubbed his forehead. “Good…good.” His throat bobbed and he muttered something under his breath that Pangu could not hear.

“Um…” he approached the subject nervously. “How was your day?”

“How was my day?” Kaz repeated and stared at the ceiling. “Well, May threw a tantrum and broke an entire shelf of ancestral dishes so we had to deal with her parents and now there is a mountain of paperwork to fill out. Just because she is the princess, she thinks everything in this castle belongs to her. I cannot wait until she is free of this place—for both of our sakes.”

She must have had another mood swing after she left, Pangu figured. “Sorry.” It was all he could think to say.

“It is normal.” After a moment, he finally moved away from the door and sighed. “I will take a bath. Stay out here.”

Pangu waited until he was gone to walk around. He was uncomfortable being beside the door, even if it was locked, since he expected May to come barging in at any moment. The imagery was so vivid in his mind that he had to leave. So, he moved into the bedroom and just stood there, remembering what all he was not allowed to put his dead hands on. Pretty much everything but especially the bed.

When Kaz returned, he was in a casual, pale blue robe with towel tossed hair. He frowned when he noticed where Pangu was but, to his surprise, a scolding was not the first thing out of his mouth.

“You look exhausted. You are not decomposing, are you?”

“No?” Pangu frowned as well. “I did not sleep last night.”

He was met with a raised brow. “Why not?”

It was difficult to explain or, more accurately, Pangu worried he would sound ridiculous if he was honest. Yet, he did not have any good lie at the ready. Nothing he thought of made sense either. So he was left with the truth.

“I…” he started and then stopped immediately, looking down at his feet. “I am afraid that if I go to sleep, I will not wake up.”

Silence. Kaz said nothing and just stared for too long. It was a good thing Pangu was already looking away because he could feel the stare and he knew it was too intense to meet head on.

“You are afraid of dying?” Finally, Kaz spoke.

“Yes…I suppose.” Still, he did not lift his eyes.

“…You really are alive…?” Another silence. “Fuck.”

That made Pangu brave a glance. Kaz was no longer staring at him but was pinching the bridge of his nose. Pangu cocked his head to the side, confused. “What?”

“Just…get in the bed. Sleep.” Kaz seemed pained to say it and that made Pangu hesitate. But, when he did not move, the man became more insistent. “Please just get in the bed.”

“B-but you do not want anything dead—”

“Shut it,” he snapped and looked away entirely. “Take the very edge then and stay turned away from me. Just get some sleep, shit.”

Pangu did not know what happened to change his mind but he also did not want to keep getting yelled at so he just did what he was told. The bed was soft and the feel of it under him was almost enough to carry him off to sleep immediately but his worried mind still got in the way. That and the feel of Kaz climbing into bed on the other side.

It was certainly wide enough to where there was no chance of them touching unless they either planned it or one of them was a wild sleeper. Pangu had a deep knowing that he was not the second option so he kept on the side and took up as little space as possible.

His eyes closed but his heart continued to thump, extra adrenaline from the strange exchange and the lingering fear of dying powering him. He tried to calm his breaths but his efforts were fruitless. His body continued to tremble, slightly, and he could not relax for anything.

Then, a hand fell on his arm. Before Pangu could ask, the fingers groped onto a stretch of skin and then pinched. Hard.

“Ow!” He swatted the hand away on reflex and then slapped his other hand onto his arm to cover the wounded area.

“If you feel pain, then you are alive, right?” Kaz said, glaring over at him. “You will not die so easily during the night. Even if you sleep. If that were a possibility, Parvati would have told us. So stop worrying and just sleep.”

His words were short and biting but Pangu did not feel as though he were in trouble like he had earlier. Strangely, he started to smile and his heart no longer thumped wildly with anxiety.

“O…okay,” he muttered quietly and relaxed his shoulders.

Before he knew it, darkness was around him but it was not nearly as scary as he had feared. 

[tears-of-boredom]

okay The Hustle is like actually a pretty cute movie, like it fr left me a smile on my face. I can even endure the annoying pop song of the credits for it. also, that is another white boy. slightly different breed but like, same genus still if you catch my drift. but i think i missed the comedy part? like I was very doubtful of the movie at first because it was a comedy and i don't usually really like them tbh, but I like, did not notice any joke in this?? like I know that there were some, but i guess i just thought myself a bit more perceptive. anne hathaway's accent stuck for me apparently. was the part with penny in jail supposed to be comedy? i guess i just dont know what a normal reaction to comedy is. I also watched the first episode of the first season of doctor who, and this is related because I laughed so hard when it was confirmed that the london eye was the like transmitter. not because of the actual joke they did, but because it was literally the first thing i thought of when the doctor gave the description. it was really funny to me that it was literally like one of the top 5 tourist attractions. and also it was funny that they both needed to see the ferris wheel to realise that it's even a possibility. like, london + big circle? you should think about the eye of london immideatly, and then keep thinking of other answers because why the fuck would it be that simple. and I genuinely laughed at that. but then like, i just kind of,, enjoyed the vibe of The Hustle. like there was no part where i laughed, or thought "thats funny". instead i just really enjoyed how light and silly the vibe of the movie was. though, you know, my eat the rich senses were going off the whole time with anna's character, so I didnt enjoy her that much. like, I know that people will just see a girlboss and like her because she "slays", but honestly i never get those things. rich people should be slayed, regardless of whether they slay or not. especially if theyre not even like nice people.

like, I just...I guess she gets a bit of sway with me because she seems to just rob other rich people, but still. whats it matter when she seemingly just hoards the money anyways.

sorry i am like especially on my communist bullshit rn because i personally dont have much money, and that makes me feel really anxious. i could handle it if it was just my own expenses i needed to consider, because like i can handle starving myself a bit if it comes to that, but i live in a household. and I feel really fucking guilty just living here for free. so i feel the need to cover some expenses of others when I can, although i do not need to. but now i cant do that. also I am trying to wait out the deadline of my birthday, when a medical thing i want(need) will be free.

i just fucking hate rich people ya know. oh look at me i bought this car that uses gas that has methane gas in it aren't i so cool.

why are rich people, of all people, always pushing for poor people to invest for later profits. invest 40 years of your life to 24/7 work and maybe youll be able to buy a house, easy as that! and then the same rich people are literally living every day like its their last. what are they investing in when they support oil companies? they are literally living in the moment so hard that they do not care of the "whole fucking planet actively dying" thing.

i hate hypocrites. and rich people. if I was allowed to kill every billionaire(and millionaire), on the condition that i had to literally eat them, i would leave no fucking crumbs. and I would get on some drugs to deal with whatever the side effects of cannibalism were.

wait wasn't this post about the hustle. well, you know. movies about crime are always bound to unleash my red rage. also I'm joking about me being a communist, kind of at least. because i dont know what the like, official ideals of communism are. but its just like a thing of, if someone doesnt like it when I call myself a commi, i probably wouldnt like them anyway. you have to at least be able to joke about being a communist. and I guess this works for facism too, in the way where if you joke about being a nazi, i will not like you. cus acting like a racist "as a joke" isnt really funny.

anyways I am sorry. im tired. and the whole day ive been thinking about how i want to read fanfics. and also how i want it to rain properly. and I know that I could just read the fanfics, there's nothing really stopping me,, but I guess I just dont want to be dissapointed again. the scenes and athmospheres ive been imagining in my head will always be better than any fanfic writer can create. im sorry, I genuinely am tired. i dont know whats up with me, cuz i literally woke up at noon. like I hope it isnt anything long term thats making me so tired.

[sixwingedghosts]

I knew when my Papa (what I call my grandmother's 3rd husband, people kept thinking I mean my dad) passed away, like the moment he did. I was suppose to see him that morning but called and said I couldn't because I was sick, and I didn't want to risk him getting something while he was on his oxygen tank and already frail. So I said I'd see him in a couple days. That night I did my own little ritual at my altar and got a scent of their home while doing it. Tobacco, the wood stove, and whatever grandma would have been baking years ago. Got the phone call from mom the next morning. Still don't forgive myself for not seeing him.

Afterwards, I moved in with my grandma to help take care of the house and keep her company while she coped with losing her husband. And it was clear his spirit was sticking around. You'd smell his cologne that he hadn't worn in YEARS around the place. Hear his boots. Sometimes his hats would move (but that I just assumed was gran). Sometimes at night it felt like someone pushed me in the hallway. Not a bad push, but like how family would push the kid in a nice way. Idk how to describe it, we were a rough family. I would see someone in the hallway at night, but not gran. Well I would see him most of the time. If I was out at around 3am, which I tried not to do because I'm paranoid I saw something Else but this ain't about that.

One time I was cooking up a steak and I had it on low heat and I turned around to get a glass of water and the suddenly the dials were turned up to high and the flame of the range made the fire alarm go off. It takes Effort to turn those dials, because the range was old. They never turn on their own. The scariest part of that is I'm pretty sure that range was leaking gas for years, but that's a rant for somewhere else. And yes that could explain all this but hush.

The worst of it was that grandma was having nightmares. Horrible nightmares. She would wail that she didn't want to live. And after one particular bad spell, in which she decided to go out to a cabin they owned by the river before it turned to winter, just to clear her head. She took a friend with her.

Once she was gone I got to work. It was a beautful sunny day so I opened all the windows, let lots of fresh air and sunshine in. Opened the back door and all that. And then I started to smoke cleanse the house. Whole house. Got all the corners, went double in her room. Made sure to get into the wood stove. Deep cleaned the house myself too while I was at it. Did my usual 'You need to leave. You can't be harming her like this.' All intent was while I loved my papa, he couldn't stay. Didn't feel right kicking him out of the house he built but… It was hurting grandma. It was hurting her and I know grief is awful, she could't heal like that.

The house felt better. Maybe because I just really cleaned it, who knows. But I closed everything up again, and smudged my herb and oil mixture at entrances for bad spirits to stay out. Not saying Papa was 'bad', but this was just in case. Honestly it was to keep her shitty fake friends away. But in the end, the house felt like a home again. Grandma came back a few days later and I didn't say anything about what I did. Not that she wouldn't believe me, she's the one that taught me But I wanted to just… wait and see.

She felt better. I truly think fresh air did her good. She went to sleep and the next morning over coffee she told me about her dreams. That she and Papa were laughing and jumping on the bed like kids and he told her to come with her. And she cried in her dream and said she couldn't. That he was dead and she needed to stay here just a bit longer. But that he needed to go, because he couldn't stay here. And Papa just said alright and then she woke up. She didn't have another nightmare about him after that.

Note this is just the most Recent. I've got so many other spooked up shit that happened to me in my 30 years. But this is the one that stuck with me as personal. Since I knew who it was, and they knew me.

I should specify the steak thing: Papa liked his food charred. Practically charcoal. And he was always a pain when I was cooking. Trying to control the heat or tell me what to do, when I know what to do. Because he taught me how to cook. I was so mad that night I was like 'Papa I don't need your help!' Just shouting at air in the middle of the night.

[anordinarymuse]

portrait.

Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

Summary : Sirius paints you <3

Warnings : unedited

Word Count : ~700

A/N : this was really cute in my head :3

the masterlist.

request here.

harry potter writing event.

“I wish you’d stop that,” you sighed, setting down your book and looking up at Sirius who was sketching you.

It was a perfect spring day. A light breeze brushed again your skin and it was warm enough to wear whatever you wanted. As you sat leaning against a tree, Sirius sat cross legged in front of you. The sun shone in your eyes and you had to use your hand to cover the glare.

“You’re my perfect muse,” Sirius replied, entirely concentrated on the sketch pad in front of him.

“Maybe so, but-“

“Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed.”

“It’s not that- I-“ You bit the inside of your cheek. “Fine. Maybe a little. It’s just- What if I don’t like the way it turns out?”

“Don’t doubt my skill, Y/N,” Sirius frowned.

“I’m not doubting your skill. I meant me.”

Sirius finally looked up from sketch and at you, gaze jumping between you and the drawing. He titled his head at you, his long black hair falling off his shoulders. After a few more scratches of his pencil, he scooted to sit beside you.

“Look,” Sirius pointed at his sketch before turning to tuck baby hairs behind your ears. “Can’t you see how beautiful you are?”

“Don’t say that,” you mumbled, taking the sketch pad from Sirius and tracing the pencil marks with your index finger. “You really think so…?”

“I know so,” Sirius assured, leaning his head between the crook of your chin and shoulder, gently kissing your jawline. “Besides, I only draw beautiful people. Which includes me, of course.”

At that you rolled your eyes, laughing as Sirius’ kisses gradually traveled lower down your collarbone.

“I’m going to paint it now, so go back to your book,” Sirius said, taking his sketchbook from you and pulling out a thin canvas from his bookbag.

You began attempting to read your book, however you couldn’t focus on the pages with Sirius hyper focused on his art.

You watched mesmerized as he squeezed his little oil paint tubes. Every brush stroke was deliberate and delicate on the canvas. After a little while you moved to lay on your back, simply enjoying each other's company in silence.

It always astounded you how Sirius could be the loudest person in the room, but when he was gravely focused on something he wouldn't make a sound.

"I've finished!" Sirius said, gently holding the edges of the canvas. His gaze traveled the portrait up and down a couple of times before he turned it around to show you.

"It's beautiful!" You exclaimed, adoring the artwork held in front of you. It was the perfect portrait, and you knew that Sirius was extremely proud of it from the way he smirked. "I love it, Sirius."

"It's yours," he grinned, setting it carefully back down on the wood he'd been using as a table.

"To keep?"

"Of course," Sirius laughed, giving you a peck on the cheek. "Oh wait hold on let me just-"

Quickly, he grabbed a pen from his pocket and scribbled at the very end of the canvas, signing his name at bottom:

Sirius O. Black

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[fruit-salad-ship]

Ok ok ok: venom au, plum needs to sneak into somewhere really fancy really quick and doesn’t have time to go anywhere else first (maybe they’re chasing someone who decides to social stealth at a party, I don’t know brain go brrr), peach comes out and makes herself into an amazing (and probably slinky) dress, they get into the party fine, they’re looking around or whatever and peach gets bored and starts bothering plum 👀

Losing my mind over the hypotheticals here.

Nothing I could draw or write would be SFW at all, in any way.

So it’s a company do, it’s why she could get in, but having an alien living inside you is a bit new to her, as it would be to anyone, so she totally spaces about it. She turns up to sneak information off the company servers, but realises the party was that night, checks her now cracked phone and yep, Callander alert never went off. Of course. So without a disguise, she’s in tatty looking sweat pants and a hoody, not good enough she’d stand out like a sore thumb. Peach whispers in her ear that she’s got a plan to help her, and turns into this floor length met gala looking number, shoes and all, you’d assume it’s maybe silk or velvet, reflects the light like an oil slick and hugs in all the right places. Peach takes a glass and chews it up, forming some shiny looking jewellery to match, and voila, disguise. Plum fusses with her hair, and in they go, turning heads for sure. Plum looks a little crazy, she’s talking to herself under her breath to keep her companion in check, peach is looking at the other party goers like they’re actual snacks, she’s hungry and very soon bored while plum networks, she’s caught plenty of eyes, often known for the dowdy lab gear and simple outfits. Not usually a stand out sort.

During one of these conversations, peach decides to toy with her, literally. Poor plum can’t focus, has to excuse herself, ‘going to get a drink’ or so she says, trying to casually walk out until no one’s around, locking herself in a supply closet she sometimes goes and hides in while at work to stress eat sour candy. The conversation between the two gets angry, she’s trying to get to the labs, trying to get data to find out what she’s dealing with, ie. Peach. And hopefully how to get rid of her, and this nightmare symbiote is just making everything difficult, wildly entertained with the plaything she’s inhabiting currently. Starts small sure, a flick, a pinch, a squeeze, but damn does it escalate.

Poor plums left a panting shaking mess, unable to get back on her feet, peach takes over, gets them where they need to go, admittedly still toying with this fun little creature, giving her a chance too try and focus up enough to get whatever it was she came to the labs for, before escaping the party. Not before being cornered by a coworker of course, who’s obviously hitting on her, despite knowing she’s got grey at home. Peach asks if she can eat this one. She says no. So peach just pushes her further, forcing her to make a fool of herself in front of this random guy from work.

The “can you just keep it in your pants for ONE night?” Sentence from plum, and peach just laughs, it’s a loud echo in her head, “no. but I’ll keep it in yours.” Regrettable decision.

I am going to go draw some things… because. Reasons.

[obeiii-mee]

Hello! Can I request an hc about a shady MC who's not phase by anything in Devildom with the brothers (and Diavolo?? he deserves love!!!)? Like, when Luci's like "i CaN KiLL yOu hUmAN", MC's reaction was like "Oh... congratulations then." i need more shady mc who may or may not be planning to ruin your life😂😂 Thanks and take care!!❤❤

The Brothers + Diavolo with an MC that is not phased by DevilDom

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Pls I need more shady MC, they would not take any shit from the brothers. Put any Gen Z-er with these guys and you’ve got yourself a suicidal and reckless human exchange student.

They wouldn’t know what to do with one of those ahaksbakanhaka you’re right, Diavolo deserves all the love >:(((((((

You better take care too >:( thanks for sending me this big brain request. I’ve been preoccupied with other projects so I took a while to get to this ask. Hope you’re doing OK💙

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Lucifer:

-He thought having a human exchange student was going to be bad enough as it is but this…..this was so much worse than he could have ever imagined

-The moment you arrived, he already knew you were going to be a problem child and a persistent one at that

-Literally the first thing you asked him was : “Why do you look like an off-brand Levi Ackerman?”

-And he was left there, astounded, confused and offended because he had no idea who you were talking about (cuz at that point you hadn’t met the third eldest) and the tone you had was, frankly, pissing him off

-You kept wondering off on your own????? Without looking like you gave a shit even though you almost walked into a butcher’s shop that specialises in human meat???? Tf MC?

-Also really irritated that you couldn’t be intimidated and that DevilDom was like a playground to you, for some reason? Like, MC get out of the fiery pits of eternally tormented souls- this is Hell, not the McDonald’s ball pit ffs

-Things did not improve for him lmao, by the end of the first week he had already ripped out a good chunk of his hair because of you

-“MC, you should know by now provoking demons like this for no good reason is only going to make life harder for you. Keep this up and you’ll get killed in no time because of your behaviour.”

-“Great, can we have a hip-hip and a hurray?”

-In the span of one day, he’s had to come to your rescue six times (approximately) because you’re too nonchalant about your surroundings around literal creatures of hell

-He doesn’t have enough coffee or will to live for this bs

-“Lucifer, I found this dead plant and brought it here because it reminded me of you.”

-“…..sigh. Why? Why does it remind you of me?”

-“Because it’s cold and unresponsive.”

-He made the consecutive decision to ignore you

-(low-key kept the plant tho)

-Honestly, you get on his nerves a lot and he has definitely contemplated killing you in the past but at the end of the day he really can’t bring himself to do it

-We both know he tried a few times lmfao

-“I will tear you limb from limb, human-“

-“Can I finish my tea first.”

-“You…wait, what?”

-“You’re crazy if you think I’m letting this tea get cold. Try to kill time before I’m done and I’ll smash this cup against your head.”

-If you try hard enough, you might even elicit a laugh out of him, especially if your shadiness is directed at any of his brother which results in him patting your head affectionately

-Nowadays he’s just concerned because you seemed to have made an alliance of sorts with Belphagour and Satan and that’s not a good sign

-For his sake, if not yours, at least try to survive the year without getting chomped on by a random demon please

-He’s too stubborn to let you die just because you’re unbothered by everything so cut him some slack and help out damn it

Mammon:

-“Oi Lucifer, how come I’m stuck babysittin’ this stupid human?”

-“And how come I’m stuck with this asshole for a tour guide, with his fake ass designer shoes and no brand sunglasses. That’s a lot of smack talk from someone with crow shit stains covering the back of his jacket. Also, did you stick your hair in a bucket of mayonnaise?”

-……..

-He was so offended lol

-Normally, humans like you cower in fear whenever demons are as much as mentioned because of the whole “I can eat you whole” thing

-And here you are; insulting the Avatar of Greed and one of the princes of Hell himself just because you didn’t like his attitude

-Don’t worry tho, he warms up to you in less than a fucking month simply because you still come to his rescue whenever his brothers start insulting him and wow, look at that, his heart is now combusting on the floor

-“Y’all have no right to criticise Mammon when he has the most self control out of all of you.”

-“Since when does Mammon have any self control? He can’t keep himself from nicking anything that looks shiny.”

-“Motherfucker, I don’t see him trying to choke me to death, respectfully pls shut the fuck up. I don’t want to say I have favourites but if I do, it’s definitely him.”

-While Mammon’s in the background, with hearts instead of pupils in his eyes like ❤️👄❤️

-He doesn’t even mind running around after you anymore (will still complain about it though because your ass is in constant danger and he’s had enough)

-Honestly, you keep starting shit with random demons, some of which are quite powerful mind you, and you don’t back down even when he’s there to step in

-Would low key love to watch you fight one of your classmates at RAD and organise a ticket selling booth for the event but Lucifer will hang him a new one if he does

-So for now, he sticks to baring his teeth at the aggravator in question and you’re there, giving the same demon the middle finger

-The way you sometimes match his energy gets him so hyped up lmao

-“Mammon, did you steal Levi’s money again?”

-“T’s none of her business human. Now go away, shoo!”

-“Bitch, don’t ‘shoo’ me, I ain’t a bird. Now tell me, did you?”

-“…..Why do you ask?”

-“Because a new flavour of instant noodles just got announced, called ‘Super Hell-Sauce Flavour’ and I thought you might be more interested in that than wasting the money on gambling.”

-“….ok but only if you come with me to buy some.”

-This…this is true love right here

Levi:

-Oh no, now there’s two of you

-Why do I feel like his energy would match MC’s almost immediately? Maybe it’s because he spends too much time in his room on the internet like the rest of us do

-“What do you want, you stupid normie?”

-“300…..”

-“….300 what?”

-“300 mangas collected, thousands of episodes of anime watched, over 60 character figurines, plushies, body pillows, merchandise and several posters only to be called a fucking normie by a demon weeb that’s only known me for 10 minutes.”

-Boom, instant friendship

-He becomes attached to you almost immediately and now that he knows how unphased you are by DevilDom, he is seriously worried

-Hell, you’re making him consider going outside his room just to make sure you’re alive and not dead in a ditch somewhere because you decided to get on someone’s nerves that particular day

-Even during the quiz thing, when he almost kills you, you’re just sitting on the floor and awkwardly watching him as he throws a sissy fit

-Levi feels sort of conflicted with you because one one hand you’re good company and he loves having you around, you’re his Henry after all

-But on the other hand, you put yourself in so much danger it makes him paranoid so often to the point where he wants to keep you locked in his room and wrapped in bubble wrap

-Nearly had a heart attack when you almost walked right into a pit of lava like MC???? This isn’t one of his video games???? You’re not gonna respawn if you die????

-Besides all that, he gets a bit jealous of you confidence and your ability to just do whatever without fearing death or consequence

-“MC, how do you do it?”

-“Do what?”

-“How do you go about your life without a care in the world?”

-“I guess I’ll tell you my secret Levi. I’m not like other humans that’s why, I’m just so unique I do things differently.”

-“You sound like a pick me-“

-As long as you’re OK and not injured because of your carelessness, he’s indifferent about your behaviour and will even applaud you for your bravery when it comes to this sort of thing

-“lmao the human exchange student just dumped Solomon’s cooking in the trash while looking him dead in the eye 💀💀💀”

Satan:

-Your attitude towards DevilDom and demons in general kept him entertained, if nothing else

-You rarely seemed to consider how much of a threat that place really is and usually you were just running around, completely ignoring Lucifer’s rules and doing your own thing

-Which, you know, he’s all about

-I can’t say there were no incidents between the two of you

-With his short temper and your tendency to say things without caring about the consequences, there were definitely moments when he might’ve snapped on you

-“MC for goodness sake, what happened to my room?”

-“What do you mean?”

-“It’s an absolute mess! I just told you to bring me my spells and curses book, not mow through everything!”

-“It’s not my fault this place is built like a fucking labyrinth. You should be grateful I went to get it for you at all, I almost tripped and died several times on my way back. Also, you should get a new ladder for your shelves. It did the broken.”

-“MC….”

-“Yes?”

-“You are so lucky I love you.”

-Other than the fact his anger takes over him when things like these happen, he not so subtly encourages you to keep going because seeing Lucifer scowl at your antics gets him wheezing his lungs out

-I like to think Satan would be very impressed, even in the beginning, at the amount of nonchalance you can radiate at times

-I mean, you sure as hell don’t see it often and he loves how unpredictable you are more often than not

-If anything, he should probably thank you-idk how, but his patience has increased significantly every since you got here and he appreciates having some more control of his emotions

-“I’m gonna go put oil in Lucifer’s shoes.”

-“Do you have a death wish?”

-“Satan, I am old enough to make my own decisions and I concluded that this action is necessary.”

-“Necessary for what?”

-“Raising everyone’s morale! All of you seemed to feel down lately so I thought this would be fun for everybody!”

-“Except Lucifer, right?”

-“Except Lucifer. He grounded me from my D.D.D like I’m a fucking teenager who needs to be supervised-pssshht, I’m the most responsible one here.”

-“Yes clearly.”

-“Goodbye dear Satan, I may die today. But it’s for the greater good! (Dramatic exit with sound effects)”

-“WAIT MC!”

-“(pops head back in) yes?”

-“May I offer you my assistance?”

-You’re basically taking turns pranking his brothers and it’s hilarious

-Satan is not too worried about your well being simply because he knows his siblings and him are always going to be nearby to save you if you pull something stupid again

-Even so, he checks up on you throughout the day; just to make sure

-“Where were you?”

-“Running from a bunch of demons. Who wanted to go munchy crunchy on me, I assume.”

-“……”

-“Either that or people here are a lot friendlier than originally expected.”

-You can be such a handful and it really tests him, especially when he’s angry enough to begin with

-But despite your amazing talent at either getting completely lost around Hell, purposely walking into a prohibited place just because you felt like it or riling up others with how blunt you are, he still cares about you deeply

-You may be a pain the ass, but you’re his pain in the ass <3

Asmo:

-He should’ve known something was up with this particular human when you stood there, completely calm and collected, while Beel salivated at the thought of eating you on your first day

-Asmo just brushed it off for a while but it kept happening???

-The first time Lucifer ever told you off, you really went and said “Or what? Are you going to eat me? If so, you can go ahead and start with-“

-He came to your rescue and covered your mouth before you got to finish and before Lucifer unleashed his wrath on to everyone in that house

-“OOPSIE! I think MC has been spending too much time with me. Sorry Lucifer, we gotta run now! We have a party to attend, don’t we MC darling?”

-“You mean the one hosted by the guy that tried to kill me because I shoved into him on the hallway at school and then proceeded to tell him to go fuck himself right back into whatever hell hole he was born in before you came and charmed our way out of it?”

-“Yes.”

-“Ah OK. “

-You’re tiring for sure but you’re not exactly unlikeable

-You have a certain charm hanging about you that Asmo loves

-“I almost died like…30 minutes ago.”

-“WAIT WHAT?? WHY?? WHAT HAPPENED-MC ARE YOU OK???”

-“Yeah, I almost drank some poison today because someone told me it was water. It smelt off though so I didn’t.”

-“….”

-“Anyway, I got you this bracelet on my way home.”

-He really does wish you would take things a bit more seriously

-This is your life on the line, you know? What would he do if you died?

-“MC, you’re not immortal, you can die so much more easily than I can, you know that right???”

-“I don’t care.”

-“Well I do! And you should too….”

-A lot of people don’t see past his vanity tbh, because he can be such a caring person towards the people he loves

-The amount of videos he has of you appearing to be completely calm while pure chaos is descending in the background is pretty impressive

-Every time he uses his charm on you to try and get you to commit his sin, it just doesn’t work???? For some reason???? And even if it’s just with simple, innocent affection for now, he is determined to tempt you into it

-“MC~gimme a hug!”

-“But that’s social interaction and I don’t support it- do you have a charger for my D.D.D by any chance?

-Or at least die trying to ig

-Asmo loves having you around but you’re giving him wrinkles and that’s not okay >:(

Beel:

-The moment he realised how carefree you actually were, he sort of started checking up with you quite frequently throughout the day

-It’s his way of protecting you but if he could, he would follow you around all the time

-Becomes your body guard because you may not care enough about your safety but he certainly does so get ready to be carried everywhere

-You will not get hurt nor will anyone mess with you if he has a say in it and let me tell you, he does

-Thing is, his brothers mostly know him for being slightly dense in some aspects of day to day life

-He’s not perceptive of things that don’t involve food or his loved ones

-And because you most definitely are a loved one of his, he does notice how careless you are really often

-And it scares, rather worries, him because DevilDom is an incredibly dangerous place-even with all the precautions they had taken when you came

-“MC get down, you could fall.”

-“But Beel, look-I’m finally taller than everyone else! Taller than you even! Hey, should I do a backflip?”

-He has no idea why you thought jumping from 60 meter high cliff into a small river of squashed demon blood was a good idea but he wasn’t going to risk anything just because you felt like showing off your diving skills

-Proceeds to carry you away, completely unfazed

-In this case, I feel like Beel is not someone who gets bothered by the horrible things happening around there either

-As long as he has food and his family is safe and happy then he’s also happy, as mentioned above

-But he knows he’s alright with DevilDom because he’s been living here for centuries now

-A bit curious as to why you’re so unbothered

-And even more curious as to why you weren’t terrified of him transforming in his demon form after he lost control when he found out you ate his pudding

-Or more like Mammon did and pushed the blame on you

-“YOU. ATE. MY. PUDDING!”

-“Beel I love you but if you did not just see Mammon shoving the damn container in my mouth two seconds prior to this, then you might need glasses.”

-He apologised to you later for it but even so, you didn’t seem to mind like at all and he didn’t really understand why

-Unless you end up explaining why exactly you feel so indifferent about your life being in potential danger, he won’t really pry

-But now he has even more reason to follow you around like a lost puppy

-Since it’s clear you don’t really care about protecting yourself

-So now it’s his job to do it

-MC protection squad? Mostly Beel and Mammon

-ahhh he cute

Belphie:

-Oh

-You piss him off so much

-He’s trying to have his moment, you know?

-Finally getting that glimmer of satisfaction after killing a human as a way to avenge his sister’s death

-Trying his hardest to make it as miserable as possible because he has so much rage in him, he needs you to suffer

-“Harder Daddy-“

-“Oh fuck off.”

-Nah but for real, what the fuck MC

-Why does he even bother, he feels like he should be sleeping instead of dealing with your bullshit

-Even afterwards, when your future self shows up and he tries to kill you again, you look more thoughtful than irritated???

-Lucifer and Beel are literally holding him back from doing another Chocky on you and you’re standing there, looking at him with your eyebrows raised

-“Hey Belphie, I have a quick question. I know you’re trying to kill me and everything but do you like the colour blue?”

-“HUH??!?!”

-“It’s a simple yes or no question Belphie. Do. You. Like. Blue?”

-“WHAT DOES IT MATTER???!!!”

-“BELPHAGOUR, AVATAR OF SLOTH-YES OR NO, JUST FUCKING ANSWER!”

-“YES! FUCK YOU!”

-“Ah ok thanks. I like blue too :)”

-????????????

-Pls he felt like sticking his foot down your throat

-As of late, he’s kind of glad he didn’t manage to scare you away that day and that he didn’t traumatise you or something

-At the time, he was mad because he didn’t understand why you weren’t scared but now he just wants to make it up to you

-“You didn’t deserve any of that. I’m sorry MC, I won’t blame you if you decide to stay away from me now.”

-“Stfu dipshit, what’s gotten you so depressed? Did you have another fight with Beel? I told you not to eat the last slice of cake.”

-“Rude ass, I was trying to apologise for my past mistakes-let me repent will you?”

-“Said no demon ever. Now let’s go hang out you emo bitch.”

-Y’all vibe together on a spiritual level once that shit gets sorted out

-But he’s kinda scared you might pull out a knife on him ngl

-Obviously, you’re still annoying as fuck with that indifferent attitude of yours but he can live with it

-He appreciates the fact that you’re not scared of him, even after what he’s done

Diavolo:

-Ah yes, the future King of DevilDom himself

-He’s very enthusiastic about the idea of you having fun this year…..and to keep you alive….

-He, of course, expected a range of reactions from you when he first summoned you here

-None of which were “Ok but could you not have given me a heads up? Before the whole teleportation thing? I face-planted your onto marvellously polished the floor and now I think I lost even more brain cells than before.”

-He felt so bad gagajajahahwgehhsb

-He apologised for bringing you out here without any warning like that and then proceeded to introduce you to everyone

-Diavolo is actually kind of relieved to see you’re handling everything pretty well

-He thought that maybe DevilDom was too much for a human to deal with

-Meeting Barbatos also went incredibly smooth

-“Barbatos? The one that cleans the floors right? Big fan of your work, I could eat off the floor of the main hall.”

-He’s so glad to see you getting along with everyone and not getting intimidated by the brothers

-It gets him excited thinking about how the exchange program is gonna work and all three realms will be united

-But he’s not stupid so don’t think he’ll allow you to stumble around, getting up to all sorts of mischief

-He always has someone watching you because he would hate to see you die, despite being pretty fond of your carefree attitude

-“MC, please be careful. Most demons here aren’t all that nice.”

-“Aye aye Captain.”

-He fears that many demons would take your indifference as a challenge and try to assert dominance or something by kidnapping you

-As far as creatures of hell go, they love installing fear in people

-So he always keeps an extra eye open for you

-And he’ll be there to help you if something goes wrong

-But other than that, he’s pretty chill as well and he finds you so hilarious, it’s been a while since he’s seen someone as eccentric and dramatic as Mammon and Asmo

-Idk what else to add here, Diavolo is very accepting and as long as you don’t get hurt, he’s glad you can get used to your new surroundings so easily

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Al~

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Requested by MEEEEEE lol / Summary: Rafe has nowhere else to go after Ward kicks him out of the house and he finds himself on the doorstep of your house. What will the rest of the pogues think of your new roommate?  

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It was way passed one o clock in the morning when you woke up to someone knocking on the door. “no... shut up..” You groan, turning over and pulling your pillow over your ear to block out the knocking. 

Part of you should have probably been worried to be woken from your slumber to someone knocking, but you lived on the cut and lived in the marsh where you didn’t have anything worth stealing. You should have also been worried about being home alone, but your father worked an oil rig off shore and he wasn’t home months at a time, so you were use to being home alone. 

The person continued to knock and you muttered some curse words before finally tossing the blankets off you and heading toward your front door, “I’m coming! Jesus..” You had to rub the sleep out of your eyes to make sure you weren’t dreaming and to make sure your mind playing tricks on you because this had to be a dream. Rafe Cameron is standing at your door. 

“I had no where else to go.” He croaks as he lets his shoulders fall, “He kicked me out.” 

You and Rafe weren’t for the usual pogue vs kook thing like everyone else on the island was. You’d even go far enough to call yourself friends. Friends who’d had a few intimate moments. 

You ushered him into the house and closed the door behind him before wrapping your arms around him in a hug. It was then that he let everything out and started to cry in your arms. “I’ll never be good enough for him...” 

You two stayed up talking for the longest where he’d explained what went down before Ward kicked him out. You offered your place to stay for as long as he needed, but he would need to pull his own weight, which meant trying to find a job. He turned his nose up at the suggestion, “Me? Rafe Cameron working?” 

“If you want to eat and live then yeah. You, Rafe Cameron working.” You laughed, shoving his shoulder, “It’s called not everyone has a rich daddy.”  

He groaned as he fell back on the bed, “How horrid!” 

“I do it almost everyday! It’s not that bad.” You laid down next to him, “I’ll ask around, see if I can find you something.” 

He turns his head to look at you, “Thank you. For letting me crash and offering to help find a job.” 

“I’m just paying you back for saving my ass that night.” You’d been at the wrong place, wrong time and was about to be arrested for it when Rafe had appeared out of no where and talked to the officer. Telling the officer you’d been with him the whole time and weren’t anywhere near what had happened. 

He turns on his side and props himself up on his arm, “Couldn’t let you go to jail. You’re too pretty for jail.” 

You can’t help but let your heart flutter at his words. He was serious with his compliment but you weren’t sure how to react. Deciding to play it off, you playfully roll your eyes, “And you’re too pretty to live on the streets.” You laugh and reach over to turn off your light, “Let’s go to sleep.” 

~ 

“What the hell is this!” Kie screeched as she’d opened the door to your bedroom, the pogues behind her. You all had plans today to go fishing, but you weren’t waiting on the dock when they arrived so they decided to see what the hold up was. They didn’t expect to find you curled in bed with Rafe Cameron. 

“Shit!” You quickly sit up, remembering the plans you all had, “It’s not what it looks like.” 

“Not what it looks like?!” JJ asks. 

“Looks like you’re in bed with Rafe Cameron!” John B adds. 

You groan and throw the covers off you, getting out of bed, shooing them out the room, “I’ll explain.” 

Rafe groaned as he woke up, “What’s going on?” 

“Nothing.. just go back to bed.” You said softly, pushing the pogues out of the room. “I’ll handle this.” 

He watches as you push the pogues out of your room and shut the door. Uh oh. 

~ 

“What the hell y/n? Have you lost your mind?” Kie asks as soon as y’all make it to the living room. 

“Out of everyone, Rafe Cameron?” Pope asks, “He’s given us shit for months!” 

“Like I said before, it’s not what it looks like. We didn’t sleep together.” You head into the kitchen to make you a cup of coffee, the pogues following. 

“Then why is Rafe Cameron in your bed?” John B asks. 

You debate telling them the truth; “Can you guys just trust me when I tell you it’s not what it looks like?” 

“No, we can’t. Not after everything that asshole has done to us.” JJ answers, “He’s a snake and a kook. There shouldn’t be a reason for him in your bed.” 

“Okay first of all, who is in my bed is none of your concern.” You warn JJ with a point of a finger, “You’ve fucked almost every girl on the island and every touron who gives you a look, so you can’t say shit. and second, he’s a friend who needed a place to crash, so I gave him one.” 

John B scoffs at that, “What Tanneyhill didn’t have enough rooms for him?” 

“No asshole, his dad kicked him out. You happy now?” You grab the sugar and cream and set them on the counter. 

“It’s Rafe Cameron, he could have gone to anyone else on this island. I mean anyone, he’s friends with everyone. But.. why you?” Pope asks with suspicion. 

“Yeah, y/n. Why would he come to you, a pogue he is supposed to hate looking for a place to stay?” Kie asks, crossing her arms over her chest. 

“You know that night you all ditched me after shit went down at the Boneyard? Yeah well, Rafe was the one who talked me out of being arrested.” You look up at them, “He’s the one who saved my ass while you all just ditched.” 

“We couldn’t get arrested either. You could have ran.” JJ scoffs, “We all did.” 

“They already had it surrounded by the time I reached the tree lines.” 

“Okay but that still doesn’t answer the question of why you.” John B says, his hands on the island in front of him. 

“I don’t know john b maybe he sees me as a friend?! If you haven’t noticed, he’s stopped fucking with you guys, including me. The kooks who mess with us aren’t his buddies. He’s a good guy, if you’d just get to know him. If you’d just give him a chance.” 

Kie gives a half-hearted laugh, “Get to know him.. Yeah okay. You mean sleep with him, don’t you? You’ve slept with him?” 

You step up at Kie, “Like I told JJ, who I fuck is none of your concern.” 

“Alright. let’s just calm down.” Pope mutters, stepping between the two of you, “Kie, y/n is right. Who she.. sleeps with isn’t our concern.” 

“Yeah but y/n you should have told us about this. About you and Rafe. Maybe it wouldn’t have come with such a shock.” John B states with a shrug. 

“It would have been the same reaction you all have now. What does that matter? You all would still be scolding me for getting even close to Rafe or thinking of him as a friend.” 

“She’s right though.” JJ mutters and gives a shrug when the pogues look at him, “I mean it’s the truth. You guys really think we’d be okay with it if she told us it from the beginning?” 

“Fine whatever, okay then why is he here? Why’d his dad kick him out?” 

“I don’t-” 

“Because I didn’t want anything to do with him or his business.” Rafe interrupts, walking into the kitchen and to your side at the counter, “He wanted me to take over the company, be just like him and I said no.” He glances down at you then back up at the pogues, “Plus, I told him I was in love with someone he didn’t approve of.” 

~ 

“You’re.. in love with her?” JJ asks, pointing to you. 

You’re looking up at Rafe in disbelief, “Me?” 

He scratches the back of his neck, “yeah.. I mean this wasn’t how I wanted to tell you...” 

“I love you too..” You whisper with a smile and pull him in for a kiss. 

“oh no.. don’t do it.” JJ groans covering his eyes. 

“Well shit.” John B mutters. 

“I guess pogues vs kooks is over now?” Pope asks. 

Rafe smiles into the kiss, holding you against his body, “I guess I’m a pogue now that I’ve been kicked out?” 

You shook your head with a laugh, “Oh honey, you’re definitely still a kook.” 

“yeah no you’ve never worked a real job in your life.” Kie laughs, “You’re a kook.” 

What else was there to say to you? He loved you, you loved him. The pogues were your friends and even though they’d have to get use to it, they’d still support you and Rafe’s relationship because that’s what friends are for. 

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