#and he'll be stayin

[shirleyjacksonism]

what about being shit at work. being terrible. i mean absolutely atrocious. unwillingly being a hindrance to your colleagues. why is nobody talking about that huh

[ylangelegy]

⋆.˚ don't ask "what are we?" ♡︎ skz.

── .✦ headcanons of how the members of stray kids would be like if you were in a 'situationship' with them, ala-i like it. the boys are a bit 🚩 in this one, to varying degrees— you have been warned.

CHAN.

Chan doesn't have the time to date properly. In between managing expectations as a leader and keeping all the boys in line, he hardly has a moment to think of being in a dedicated relationship. He thinks it would only be a distraction from his goal, from everything he has built so carefully over the years.

And so maybe he settles for the next best thing— being just a little too close with you, someone who's supposed to be just a friend. Chan treats you like he's your boyfriend.

He sends 'u up?' texts at 3 AM. He spends his days off at your apartment, just lounging around. He'll hug you at any chance that he gets and chalk it up to the fact that he's always been physically affectionate.

When it comes to blurred lines, it's the worst with him. He's perfectly polite and still plenty friendly, enough to have you justifying that he probably treats everyone this way. Right?

After the nth 'u up?', after the one where you've finally had enough and you respond with "Why do you keep doing this to me?", Chan is frankly just horrified. He had no idea that his affections could be misinterpreted— a product both of his culture, and his comfort with you.

Chan will apologize profusely, will say things about 'never wanting to get your hopes up' and 'being more careful in the future'. He'll probably try his darndest to fall back in to being friends with you, but it won't work. He doesn't know how to be just friends with you.

At the end of the day, the group and its image will always come first for Chan. He wouldn't risk it for anything. If there had been a part of him that had even considered being with you, it's kept under lock and key. He tells himself over and over again that it's for the better.

🎧 friends, ed sheeran | friends don't treat me like you do— and i know that there's a limit to everything, but my friends won't love me like you.

MINHO.

When Minho needs to not be Lee Know, when he just needs to be Minho from Gimpo, he knows that he can count on you. It's Minho's style, to mess around with someone who knew him before all of this— the idol lifestyle, the worldwide stardom.

Minho is aware that he's being a little cruel. You only ever hear from him when he's back home, after all. He gives you nothing of his life in Stray Kids; instead, he gives you the scraps of the boy he once was.

He visits on the rare holiday and the even rarer day-offs. He'll roll his eyes when you ask him to cook for you, but he'll already have all the ingredients to your favorite dishes. He'll complain about you sitting on the kitchen counter, but he'll still listen to your stories about work, about your day-to-day life.

You could convince yourself that you're just two friends who are catching up. But if you squint, you see the little things. How Minho's comments about your suitors are always a touch bitter and snide. How his gaze lingers as you eat the meal he prepared.

And when you ask him, one evening, "Why are you here, Minho?", you almost miss the look on his face. Almost. But it's gone as quickly as it came, replaced with something closer to boredom. "Because I want to be," he'll say. A part of you knows that he means it. Another part of you wishes that he meant it in a different way.

Minho keeps coming home to you, but he also keeps leaving the next day. He never looks back as he drives away.

🎧 'tis the damn season, taylor swift | we could call it even, you could call me babe for the weekend... i'm stayin' at my parents' house, and the road not taken looks real good now.

CHANGBIN.

It should come as no surprise that Changbin finds romance in the gym. It's one of the few places he frequents outside of the company or the dorms, and it's rare for any of the boys to be with him as he goes.

Maybe you know who he is. Maybe you don't. Changbin can't really bring himself to care. The only thing he's concerned about is that your form is atrocious; he's concerned you're going to break your back if you keep it up. On the day he caves, he does it so casually— a cool offer of "Need a gym buddy?"

The two of you fall in to a ninety-minute routine every M-W-F. At first, it's strictly companionship. Over time, it becomes a little closer to friendship. And then— does Changbin's hand stay a beat too long at the small of your back? Is his hold on your bicep just a little on the possessive side? You're not entirely sure.

If nothing ever happens, it's not for the lack of trying. You've asked Chanbgin out to dinner, to drinks, but he always gives you a sheepish smile and some flimsy excuse. Prior plans. A strict diet.

Still, he's devastatingly funny, and always sincere when he compliments your progress. He touches you like you're fragile and his eyes follow you across the gym. It's torturous, the plausible deniability that you both attempt to maintain. Months in to this arrangement, you try to ask him out one last time. Like every other instance before, he looks like he's genuinely debating it.

But, like every other instance before, he shakes his head. You go your separate ways after the usual pleasantries— good night, see you next week, take care— and you learn that some things are just not meant to work out.

🎧 goodnight n go, ariana grande | it's bad enough we get along so well; just say 'good night' and go.

HYUNJIN.

Honestly, anything akin to a 'situationship' would kill a hopeless romantic like Hyunjin. A part of him thinks that he'd rather stay single than deal with the uncertainties of a casual relationship, than not give his all to just one person.

It gets lonely, though. A lot lonelier than he cares to admit. And so Hyunjin finds solace in you, in just how much he can get away with. Unlike Chan, Hyunjin is aware of what he's doing. You're an imitation of the real thing. A balm meant to soothe, but never meant to always have on.

He plays his role well. He gets sulky when you don't respond, but then he'll go days without saying a word to you. He lavishes you with words of affirmation, but it's never the words that matter the most.

It's like putting a band-aid over a bullet wound. Hyunjin knows that his little charade with you doesn't drive away the lonely, not completely. It can only keep it at bay. With the life he lives, he figures that it's the most that he can get.

Out of the eight, Hyunjin is the only one who will ask you to stay. When you try to break it off, when you attempt to call him out— he's not above begging. He knows it's a little pathetic, to be so desperate for the facsimile of the romance he wants. But it's all he can afford.

It's a vicious cycle. Hyunjin is hot; Hyunjin is cold. He leaves you with a love that's lukewarm.

🎧 tug of war, carly rae jepsen | you seem too good, too good to be true. i'm loving you longer— longer than i'm used to.

JISUNG.

Jisung enjoys the anonymity that the internet can give him. There's only so much places he can go without being recognized, only so many people he can meet who don't know him as HAN from Stray Kids.

On the internet, he doesn't have to be an idol. He's just some guy in his mid-twenties, looking for romance. His profile says he likes desserts and music. He's confident, here, because the people on the other side of the screen— like you— are just as nameless.

It gives him confidence. His usual sharp humor is still in place, but he's a smooth talker, too. He shamelessly tells you what he thinks, when he thinks it— everything from that outfit suits you to I like talking to you.

One time, Jisung even jokingly tells you, I'm just trying to find inspiration for my songs. That has always been his biggest flaw: He has yet to learn how to look at a person and not see a writing prompt.

Jisung is the one who makes the cleanest cut. If you dare to ask him more about himself, or if you question what lies underneath your mutual flirtations, he'll just... leave. The internet makes it so easy to ghost, to charge it all up to experience. And if you're the one who leaves— that works, too.

It doesn't matter who leaves. It always ends the same way: Track three on their recent comeback or a member's newest [SKZ PLAYER], with Han in the credits.

🎧 bad guy, hatchie | and you could be the bad guy, i could be the bad guy. any way you wanna try, it doesn't make it feel right.

FELIX.

Felix's situation is somehow one of the worse types, because his is clearly just a matter of circumstance. It's a waltz of 'will they, won't they?', where Felix just can't seem to make up his mind on how he wants you.

He cares for you. He knows that much. And it shows, too, in the ways that you interact, in the little things he does for you. He enjoys your company, whether it's playing video games with you or teaching you how to bake. He likes you. Sure, fine.

Enough to date you, though? To put you through the terrifying ordeal that is dating an idol?... Felix isn't sure about that. He dances around the truth, inadvertently stringing you along as he goes.

In a way, it feels like the two of you are in lockstep. Felix will just barely cross the line of friendship before reeling in, before taking it back. It can be draining; it can be thrilling. It's whatever you make it.

Felix never comes to a decision. There's too much on his plate, and he will ultimately put the boys— in extension, himself— first. The two of you have the best luck in staying in touch, in settling for something that resembles a proper friendship.

(But it's still there. Felix, at the end of the day, cannot completely close himself to you. Call it kindness. Call it cruelty. The door, still half-open; the lights, still on.)

🎧 light on, maggie rogers | if you're gone for good, then i'm okay with that. if you leave the light on, then i'll leave the light on.

SEUNGMIN.

Seungmin might not be the most tactile in the group, might not be the 'clingiest' in the traditional sense of word, but he has his moments. He craves attention, companionship, people. While he has his pick of the litter with the boys, there's also only so much that they can offer.

Enter you. Let it be made clear: Seungmin would never get in an arrangement like this if you weren't both on the same page. From the get go, he tells you his intentions. "Nothing serious," he warns, his eyes sharp and his jaw set. "None of that 'love' stuff."

And it's not because Seungmin doesn't want to fall in love. Of course he wants to! But at the price of his career? Never. He's willing to compromise, though. To treat all of this almost like it's a business transaction. To only ever have you in private, in secret.

He knows his boundaries. He never gives you everything, but he also never leaves you high and dry. In a way, you're both just filling the gaps in each other's lives— almost like it's a quota. You steal away on private dates. You both get your fill of physical affection. Neither of you call it a relationship.

There are one or two versions of this story where Seungmin is the one who falls first. It is inevitably you, and when he picks up on it, there is no screaming match. No 'break up' in a parking lot. It's a quiet sort of ending where you can tell that Seungmin is just a little bit disappointed to have to cut you loose.

🎧 lowkey, niki | i know we're a little fucked up to stay still, love. be as quite as you can 'cause if anyone sees they'll just blow shit up.

JEONGIN.

Being surrounded by seven other guys who constantly treat him like he's the youngest, it's a little difficult for Jeongin to not let it get to his head. He still sometimes acts his age— especially when it comes to dating.

He's never hasty enough to cause any real damage, though there are times where he comes dangerously close. If there's anything bound to get him in to trouble, it's his tendency to just leave when something no longer serves him.

Jeongin is acutely aware, after all, of the little power that he wields. He's a big believer that he can get anything he wants as long as he puts his mind to it. And so he dates you for a short time, in a way that can only really be described as love bombing.

He loves sneaking out to go on dates, loves late night phone calls and shameless flirting. He'll send you a dozen selcas; he'll ask you to help pick out his outfit. He's sweet in a way that only somebody reckless and young can be, and it's the reason why people fall so hard and so fast.

But the moment Jeongin catches any hint of that— the impending commitment conversation, the just-about-to-hit question of 'what are we?'— he's already blocking your number. He may seem devil-may-care, but he'd been careful from the very beginning.

You'll never be able to definitively say that he flirted with you, that you were together. He knows how to cover up his tracks. When Jeongin clears out, it's always in a way that leaves you wondering: Did it really ever happen at all?

🎧 good graces, sabrina carpenter | it's not that complicated; you should stay in my good graces or i'll switch it up like that, so fast!

[thuganomxcs]

As much as he did NOT want to be caught dead wearing fairytale get-up he still had no choice if he wanted to cruise around the place without drawing too much attention. Too bad for him he did NOT get to peek under those frills of hers, but it was probably for the best. At least she didn’t strike him..for now anyway. Both hands into his pockets as he steps forward but not too far so he’d be able to listen to the information given to him.

She did not know what he was talking about, she had no husband or fiance (anymore), and the person he needs to beat had a long name he was not even going to try and pronounce. Was..that a bean she took out of her dress? What was she going to do with that thing? His eyes followed it whilst his ears listened to what she had to say regarding her kingdom. This rumple seemed to have summoned a horde of beasties that’d need sending back to hell and from the sound of it he’ll be alone in this endeavor..good, just the way he likes it.

But then she threw it..a perfectly good bean..could have probably been added to a stew or something but then something unexpected happened, the bean exploded and created a rift within space-time that brought forth a portal. He looked at that thing with amazement, he’s seen soo many whimsical things lately it still finds a way to shock him. 

━━   ❝   𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜.   ❞   The words left his lips excitedly as he hops into the portal. No need to encourage him or even tell him what it did. He’s been around long enough to know this type of transportation. Though the other side of the portal he’s met himself into a new location, he turned to see a majestic castle in the distance. One belonging to the evil queen. “I’m guessin’ that’s Rothgarden…why’d the portal take us all the way out here?? Did ya screw up the transportation?”

"Y-yusuke... Yusuke!" Quite a foreign name. There was a particular enunciation to it that made her admire it, and became very proud of herself when she got it right. That lonesome princess personality was flowing through and through by the ignorance she had for other people outside of her realm -- or rather -- THE realms of the Enchanted Forest. A bit of shock caught her features. "You don't listen?! That's not very good." Which was obvious. "I don't mind reiterating, alas we must journey there quickly." The princess was almost too kind for her own good. Despite the years in solitude, imprisoned in Swan Lake, that courtesy she learned growing up as royalty continued to shine through. "Oh?" The tips of her toes shuffled her back, hands shot up as she looked down at her dress. Normally, when Rumplestiltskin gave her gifts, she'd ignore them. But this particular dress was fashioned by her and her maidens long ago. It had sentimental value to it. "They're very custom in my Kingdom. There will be garments for you to wear, as well." She ended with a wink as if that were to bring him comfort. Just as one would think, Odette wasn't correctly reading the room. It could be a mixture of not understanding his lingo or her mind racing to protect her people. When he looked under her skirt, she covered herself quickly. "No entry allowed!" She said with a huff. "And no..." He truly had a lot of questions for her, and yet she was very quick to answer them. "Into that kind of--- Forgive me, I do not understand what stuff you mean, but I was once engaged. However, that prince is long gone. Prince Derek was a hunter at heart-- my savior. Due to his absence is why you're coming home with me." An emotion of pure grief swept her face. Though this was a century ago, to her, it felt as though it was yesterday. The burden of loss would have to be pushed aside. Her people needed aid. From seemingly an unknown pocket of her dress, she pulls out a sparkling bean the size of a plum. Its gleam was a motley colored gem flicking several fractals of light in many a direction. "I will give you the basics." The statement sounded like the start of a lecture. One she hoped he'd be attentive for. "My Kingdom, Rothgarden, has become enslaved by an evil Imp known as Rumplestiltskin. Now, we wouldn't let you fight such a formidable opponent, but he's unleashed quite an army of monstrous devils." She tossed the bean from one hand to the other then continued, "Your job is to uhm... kick some ass!" Instead of a dainty throw, Odette gave the bean a hard hit against the tree. Its magical properties opened a portal to the Enchanted Forest towards the outskirts of the Evil Queen's castle. It was the closet kingdom to Rothgarden where they could discuss strategy.

[shotmrmiller]

damn ok but before uf!konigs big arse makes an appearance, i need reader to get spicy. it's out of the norm, you're usually pretty collected and tend to only snap your teeth at johnny because he's a fucking creep simon, don't leave me here alone with him

but now everyone's feeling your wrath, even john who you never snarl at because you know your place in the food chain so late one night, simon comes out of the shower, drying his hair only to spot you pacing in the kitchen, mumbling to yourself and he thinks that's quite enough.

whatever the fuck that is ends now.

he corners you, literally, and cages you in with his arms on either side of you.

what the fuck is your problem? (simon, while a killer, knows so much better than to say what other idiots would.)

you avert your eyes, looking over his shoulder, flicking your gaze up to the ceiling, your feet-- anywhere that isn't him because his sunken eyes are gonna slice through whatever lie you're about to spin up.

look at me.

he grabs you by the cheeks hard enough that your lips puckering slightly.

talk.

how are you to tell him you're sexually pent up! you forgot to pack your toy when moving out and now you're stuck with just your fingers and it isn't doing the job--

that it?

oh, man. you said that out loud. you're so out of sorts you can't tell when you're thinking and when you're talking. and what the hell does he mean that it?

he tells you that the both of you are fixing that up today, to take of your bottoms or he'll tear them off you himself and to sit on the bloody couch.

legs open. wider. what're you blushin' about? you're mine anyway. is it johnny? he's stayin' out f'the nigh', go' some business with price. hands on your pretty cunt. go on. do it or i will.

good. touch your-- why are ya wincin'? is it dry? here, gimme ya hand.

simon's saliva has been pooling in his mouth since he saw your naked sex.

try it now. good? good. now let me see how you touch yaself.

*wheeze*

simon being a pal and not pointing out how you obeyed him without question because if you don't know that you like to be ordered about, he ain't telling ya.

oh my god the walk of shame to prices office the next day once simon wrings out all of your ire with his fingers. the stare he gives you when you mumble out an apology. the once over he gives you before shifting his gaze over to simon, who's throwing down with kyle in the ring.

right. not an issue, love. next time you're tha' irritable, you can come to me.

simon didn't hear that but laswell did, and she pulls you to the side telling to not, under any circumstance, tell simon what john just said to you.

[unclewaynemunson]

He's standing in the dark, in the rain, invisible to anyone who might pass by. He feels like a shadow – and maybe he actually is. He wishes he could light a cigarette, or maybe a blunt, but the light, however small, would betray his presence right away. Not to mention that the rain would extinguish any attempt at fire immediately anyway.

He shouldn't be here. But it's not like it was a conscious decision to go. His feet merely carried him this way while his mind was still blacked out from what Wayne had just told him.

'Eddie,' his uncle had said in an almost solemn voice, 'If you're gonna be stayin' here in Hawkins with me, there's somethin' you need to know.'

That's how he found out about the secret that his uncle had kept from him for all fifteen years of his existence. Wayne had explained to him how he once made his brother – Eddie's father – a promise, and how he kept that promise even though he personally thought Eddie deserved to know the truth.

But now Clyde Munson isn't here anymore. Wayne has been looking after Eddie with all the love and devotion he has in him – and he decided that it was no longer Clyde's decision to make. It certainly wasn't the decision of the woman who once dropped Eddie on Clyde's doorstep in a desperate attempt to rid herself of the proof of what they had done nine months prior. No, Eddie was Wayne's child now, as far as Wayne was concerned. And that made it Wayne's decision. So Wayne could finally do what he had always thought to be the right thing.

Eddie can almost touch the life that could've been his. A window is the only separation between him and the life he isn't part of: a cozily lit room in a nice house in a quiet street. School books are scattered haphazardly across a kitchen table, accompanied by two steaming mugs and a plate of homemade cookies. And, of course, a mother and a child are sitting side-by-side at said kitchen table.

Eddie can see the mother's mouth form soundless words while she talks her daughter through whatever homework she needs help with. A boy comes in, takes two cookies and leaves, with the mother raising her head to tell him something just a moment before he closes the door behind him. The girl drops her head on her mother's shoulder as they continue.

Contrary to Clyde Munson and his baby, Eddie's mother never left Hawkins. Clyde kept her secret and Eddie has never known who she was. Now, thanks to Wayne, all he knows is that Karen Vasileiou became Karen Wheeler one year after she gave birth to Eddie. Another year later, a little girl was born. A girl who got the kind of life that was never meant to have room for anything messy, let alone a boy like Eddie Munson.

From the other side of the window, it's clear that the girl grew up to be nothing like Eddie, save for their matching big eyes. She has a mother, after all: a mother who helps her with her homework and bakes her cookies and gives her the comfort of a shoulder to rest her head on.

He knows it's not good for him to keep standing there, but he simply cannot stop watching. It takes until Karen sends her daughter to bed for Eddie to awaken from his trance. The rain has died down to a drizzle; he's soaked to his bones and shivering all over. And even though Wayne gives Eddie everything he possibly can, it still stings a tiny little bit that no warm house and homemade cookies will be waiting for him when he'll get home.

Update: this premise was not letting me go so you can now expect multiple follow-up parts. Read part 2 here or head to ao3 where I started cross-posting this as a multi chaptered fic :D

[thuganomxcs]

?? ━━   ❝   𝐀 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥?..𝐈𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥.   ❞  He was PRETTY sure he’s seen something about that on western television (hotel hell). Couldn’t get the name for the life of him, but at least Yusuke had a mission, get to the hotel and then figure things out from there. Yeah he was definitely lucky, not only did he find someone in HELL who’s kind enough to even help him out but wait a minute..did he hear her correctly?? A finger slips into his ear, rubbing it so at the very least he could hear her clearly.

“I’m sorry I was hearing things..you said you were born here?? Princess bit aside.” The fact that someone gave BIRTH in a place like this was really something. Then again it would make sense, if fucking was a thing in heaven it’s probably so perfect that there probably isn’t anything as a accidental pregnancy. Here on the other hand..his mind couldn’t help but think condoms melt and turn into good in someone’s hands..but that also put something ELSE in perspective as he looked down at his own pants before raising his gaze back towards her with curiosity.

“Does that mean I work all the way down here too?? Like I can fuck a demon or somethin’??” Not that he would…if anything Yusuke was still silently plotting a way to get back to the world of the living. “Eh, forget it all that on the side I’d love t’ stay at your hotel, thanks alot for the invite. Ya know, I’m not a bad cook..probably could use a little practice soo if your food’s shit I can do somethin’ about that.” Because he’s really picturing these people probably ate glass, roaches among other disgusting things in terms of eternal damnation. 

“Hold up, you said earlier that you help sinners..what’d you mean by that?? You’re like..red cross or somethin’?”

That... wasn't the reaction Charlie expected. It wasn't as if she found herself in this position often, but she doubted it went like this for most sinners. He accepted the news without hesitation. In fact, he wasn't even surprised he died in the first place. Just who was this Yusuke?

Her smile became softer, a hint of amusement in it as he admitted that Hell wasn't what he expected it to look like. "I'm afraid not. Is that how humans describe it?" She understood that humans had a natural fear of the idea of Hell existing, but in truth, she didn't know the first thing about what humans were like in that world. Only what she heard through stories told by her father or other sinners, which weren't always the most truthful.

"There's a, uh--," she paused to try and find the right word to describe the many shapes and appearances that ranged between demons, "--large variety of souls here. They take all different forms." Most didn't resemble her, or Yusuke who was surprisingly rather human looking as well, if you took out a couple of the sharp features and markings. It went over her head that his statement didn't warrant a serious response in the first place, that the true meaning of it was to hit on her.

He continued surprising her by going on a tangent, already trying to figure out how his life would work down here. She had to refrain from laughing at the ridiculous idea of the term Hell bucks. But she was able to help him as an idea popped into her head. "You should come stay at my hotel!" Her eyes lit up with excitement at the prospect of having a new resident. "There's only a couple of other residents, but I run it to try and help sinners. You're more than welcome to stay there as long as you want, free of charge! And I'll help explain everything to you!" She would never force redemption on a soul who wasn't interested in it. This Yusuke might find the idea ridiculous, no matter how new his soul was down here, but it would at least give him a chance to get comfortable in Hell and learn what he needed to know. Then he could make a decision of where he wanted to live, or what he wanted to do with his new life.

The sudden nickname didn't bother her -- it was sort of cute, in a way -- but the next question wasn't one she had wanted to answer yet. "Oh, um... I was actually born here." She looked away from him, pausing for a moment and hoping that what she was about to say next wouldn't change his opinion of her. "It's a little different for me down here because... I'm actually the Princess of Hell?" She let out a nervous laugh while stealing a glance back down at him, idly reaching a hand up to play with a strand of her hair, tucking it back behind her ear. "But don't think anything about it! It's just a status thing, really... No big deal."

[elvenbeard]

"See, stayin' in for once for a movie night isn't half bad!"

Vince has to be forced to relax now and then, otherwise he'll always be out and about and never stop xD Kerry and a few select others manage to convince him to sit down and just stay in for the night occasionally xD Loosely inspired by Kerry's ending call message where he wishes he and V could spend more time chilling and just watching a movie together with a big bowl of popcorn cause hell yes, they deserve that ;__;

Bonus:

At some point they both just fall asleep xD Cause honestly, best part about comfy stay-at-home movie date is cuddling and dozing off together.

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Hey there! First time requesting haha but I LOVE your writings!

Anyway may I request some relationship headcanons with Jack, Barbossa and Davy? Thank you and have a good day <3

Hello dear 💖, thanks for your request.

Being in a relationship with them 🫂

Jack sparrow:

Jack sparrow, Jack sparrow in a committed relationship is a very special thing. Gibbs even said, "Jack stayin' is like treasure, ye can't lose him cause he values ya too much."

Nights out on the pearl with dancing and music.

Learning how to sail and join the piracy life; plundering the other ships and pillaging those that have treasure.

Jack would match you to his freedom, his soul for the pearl.

Jack being more genuine with you then his previous love interests.

He would still flirt with many lasses but wouldn't commit to them.

Smiling every time he saw you sail the pearl.

Passionate snogging, picture the most dramatic scene in the world, and him kissing you on the forecastle of the ship.

Jack "trying" to impress you with something you like, even if it may involve a dangerous chase with Master Gibbs.

Jack learning to be a good person for you. Only you, he ain't gonna give up the pirate life savvy.

Jack may be on edge with having a child.

Drinking rum together.

Master Gibbs asking about you and Jack. He likes that scuttlebutt of your relationship.

Marriage may be something he has thought about. "See, I'm the captain, and I can give my blessings on my ship, whaddya say love hm."

Jack may be choatic, tred lightly.

Jack would flirt a lot. He would treat you like he treats freedom as his first beloved.

Jack would have "things" and values you first before Master Gibbs.

Jack Sparrow is always showing you adventure and loves to lay with you in the sand on a beach.

Alot of snogging on that beach.

Imagine you're in his cabin, talking about sweet nothing's, and finally, you start start to kiss him until an interruption from one of the crew mates happened. You squeal in embrassment as Jack says, "Oi, can't-cha wait a little longer mate".

Seeing the sun fall each night and being in the arms of Jack Sparrow as he tells his adventures featuring 'a dashing captain who saved a fine lass from evil buccaneers'.

Jack would mature and start to become committed. He would risk his life from the depths of jones's locker to save you.

Know once you have Jack, treat him like treasure cause that's rare to come by.

Hector Barbossa:

Hector would have a secret affair. He would visit you on land to spend his days with you.

Having peaceful evenings in his quarters or his dining room with you.

Barbossa is more genuine with you, and no tricks or surprises come with it.

He feels the serenity he once did when he's on the pearl.

Being a passionate man, that would even make Jack Sparrow jealous.

You gave him something to believe in and fight for.

He would be protective of you. Perhaps if you knew how to fight, he would back off a bit but still throw a cutlass at a cur for you.

Touching. lot of touching, he would touch your shoulders, neck, face, cheek and hold your body close to him.

Star gaze with you, he would tease you if you got a star wrong.

Act tough and wants you to see him as tough. Despite him only being human, you know when he has his down moments.

He would act in many ways to impress you, but he'll break down his wall to show you who he is, even if he isn't "the best" in the world.

Having insecurity if you showed interest in having a child.

Marriage would be a possible thought, although it would be done under his blessings and not told amongst any of his men.

Kissing him would be passionate, full of touching of your body.

He would carry a miniature portrait of you when he's sailing.

Sometimes drifting off at the ocean missing your presence.

Sparrow mocking him, oh yes, even Jack's smart enough to figure it out.

"Tell me, who's that woman you've been catching fancy? Could've sworn her name starts with y/n, y/n parsley, no tha's not it, Ah y/n L/N that's it."

"Shut It Sparrah."

Barbossa wouldn't forget you. He would hold you dearly close and value every dabloon worth of you. You're his treasure.

Davy Jones:

Davy would still be in heartbreak over Calypsos betrayal. He wouldn't be able to move from his past until he met you.

You brought him light, life, and hope once again.

He would be softer and kinder to you and mutter small words like "mah heart beats fah you" or "Yah be me savouir."

Having you as his beacon to ease his pain. He would need comforting in your presence.

He would fight for you or anything that comes to destroy you.

Kissing would involve him caressing you with his tentacles and planting his slimy lips on yours.

He could potentially turn human from your kindness. You've given him pieces of humanity.

His past would still remain, it haunts him and nothing can rid of it.

When he's playing the organ, you listen and comfort him.

He would still act cruel, but if you didn't want a person to die, he would let them join the crew in place request for not killing them.

A new pain occurred within him of letting you re join land. However, he can't let you go because he would miss you dearly.

Settling a deal to Calypso to let you live and for once has a redemption arch.

Playing a new song that's a thought of you.

Tossing the locket around his neck into the sea and feeling more at peace.

He would resurface to be with you.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta ✨️

[inklessletter]

Is it chill that you're in my head ('cause I know that it's delicate)

Read it on Ao3

Steve Harrington has a lot to be thankful for, and he owes his friends almost everything he is at the age of nineteen. He has learnt about humility, self-criticism, tolerance and kindness. He's the best version of himself so far. He has rebuilt himself a few times now thanks to his friends, and there's nothing he can do to express his gratitude but to be as attentive as humanly possible. He doesn't wait for Dustin to ask him to take him to whatever nerdy camp he's going that summer when he's offering to take him across the state; he doesn't expect Lucas to give him a ticket for his next game because he's already bought one; he's front row at any gig of Robin's band; he's at The Hideout on Tuesdays to see Eddie; he shows up to Max's almost daily to help her with her recovery exercises; he offers his place to whatever event, doesn't matter if it's a Hellfire occasional session or Erica's unicorn theme birthday party. It. Doesn't. Matter. Whatever they want, if it's in Steve's power, he'll provide.

And he's happy. He's content with that.

Glad to be of service.

It doesn't really sting that Dustin does not hug him after leaving for three full weeks, or that he doesn't send the postcard he said he'd send. Steve's sure he must have been really busy.

If Lucas glances at him after the game and waves, but doesn't stop to say hello, it's okay. He's been that age, he wants to be with his friends to celebrate.

If after every band concert Robin has this chance to go with Vickie and the others (but especially Vickie) to have a milkshake, he's not going to be upset because good for her. You rock, Robin. She'll tell him all about it later, probably.

If Eddie's bandmates don't like Steve enough to actually spend more than half a beer with him after every concert until Steve makes up an excuse to flee, I mean, maybe he was a jerk to them back in high school. He doesn't remember them, though, but he didn't remember Robin either, so.

If Max only grunts and gets half mad at Steve for forcing her to do her recovery exercises, that's fine, because she's been through so much, she deserves to be cranky. It's not personal.

And if it is not personal the kids not thanking him after the rides, or the parties, or the Hellfire sessions at Steve's (to which he had bought snacks and soft drinks), it makes no sense for Steve to be a little bit hurt. It is not personal, it is not intentional, and Steve owes them so much. They deserve to be spoilt.

It is okay.

It really is.

So, when after one of Eddie's concerts, the metalhead offers Steve to bail and go somewhere else, it's new. Yeah, Steve can do new.

"Are your bandmates going to join us?" Steve asks, beer can in hand, sitting on a bench.

"Nah, I doubt so. We kinda, uh, had a disagreement."

"Yeah? What happened?" Steve jumped in helpful mode way too quickly.

"They were being assholes."

Steve looked away. "Is that so? Were they mean to you?"

"Nop. They were mean to you. So I told them to go fuck themselves."

Steve froze. "You didn't have to do that. I know they don't like me, it's okay. They're not exactly subtle."

"Yeah, Gareth's a bitch when he wants to. And that is, uh, most of the time. And yes, I did have to do that. You've been real supportive showing up to every gig, y'know? I appreciate that. And stayin' after."

And there it was. Steve gulped and the hidden smile faltered when he felt the heavy knot in his throat.

"And so, I realized that we don't spend enough time together. I know it's not ideal I got this conclusion because my friends are absolute jerks, but, yeah. Let's do whatever you want, Steve."

Whatever he wanted?

"Whatever I want?" What the fuck.

"Yeah. What do you do? I mean, apart from being a good friend and stroll around being painfully handsome and shit, what do you do? Do you play a ball game? Read books? Chess? Bowling? If it's any sports, please, remember I wear leather, and I have a reputation to—Steve? You okay, man?"

Steve was far from okay. Steve was listening to Eddie rambling about possible hobbies and Steve was sitting there noticing he almost answered the first question with "I drive the kids around." He was realizing at that moment that he couldn't recall when it was the last time he did something for him. And what was it? He used to have hobbies, didn't he?

He loved swimming, but he hasn't swum in ages. He had intended to take Lucas to play basketball some other time, but Lucas wasn't available. He—well, he liked movies. But he was easygoing, and Robin usually told him that he had to educate him, so he hasn't picked a movie to watch in a very long time.

And those thoughts must have been leaked through Steve's expression, because Eddie was now in front of him looking at him directly.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm—I'm fine. It's just—"

The knot in his throat made it difficult to talk. He was faltering.

"To be fair, I don't have any hobbies."

"Uh-huh."

"I really don't." Steve looked at Eddie, who was gazing back at him with a deeply dramatic expression of incredulity.

"So, you're telling me that all you do is be a good friend and be handsome. I don't buy it."

Steve laughed a bit, and the knot seemed to ease a little, but now his hands were slightly shaking.

"I mean, I used to have hobbies when I was a kid, but not anymore."

"Why?"

"What do you mean 'why'? I'm an adult now, I don't have time!"

"I'm an adult now. I'm literally older than you and I run a D&D club and play in a metal band."

"Well, maybe you organize your schedule better, I don't know."

"Ok, let's say it's a matter of organization. What would you like to do?"

"Are  you serious right now?"

"Yes!"

"Come on—"

"Steve—"

"I don't know! I don't know, okay? I have no clue what I'm into, I—I can't really—I'm just—it's fine if we do whatever you want, Eddie, really."

It wasn't fine. There were a few seconds of silence, but they fell after that in an easy conversation about music, and then they talked about the brats, and then they took another beer. It wasn't bad or awkward, Eddie had the superpower of making interesting any place he was in, but Steve felt uneasy after that conversation.

When he came back home at almost two in the morning, he realized that he didn't know basic stuff about himself, such as what he did like. He didn't recognise himself in the mirror. He got lost somewhere in rebuilding himself; he couldn't even remember who he was, beyond the lingering feeling of shame of his past self.

He cried himself to sleep.

Eddie started showing up unannounced, and Steve found himself enjoying his company. Eddie suggested different shit to do every day. "Let's go to the movies, you pick", "hey, some friends play tonight at a pub, it's not metal, I swear", "I brought these board games, maybe you like them", "wanna go play pool?", and stuff like that. Steve agreed easily to anything Eddie proposed.

He liked Eddie before, but after Steve realized that Eddie was actively trying to find whatever Steve loved, a warm swarm of butterflies settled in Steve's stomach with no intention to leave. It's not like Steve hasn't questioned his sexuality before, especially after knowing Robin's, but this new dynamic with Eddie made it really easy for him to acknowledge that he wasn't fully straight. Eddie made him feel warm, and safe, and cradled, every single time. And that was also absolutely frightening.

That day, Eddie had suggested staying home and baking a chocolate cake. It was the first time Steve actually asked if it was okay to leave the TV on, he wanted to watch the basketball game. While baking, Steve cheerfully told Eddie about the rules, and the strategies, and the teams, and that this was a final. Eddie actively listened, asking for some demonstrations of some things Steve explained, like a dunk, and Steve would use some dough and Eddie's arms in a circle position to actually demonstrate. The kitchen was so messy, it never stood a chance, but Eddie had never seen Steve laugh so freely, so sincerely.

The cake was in the oven, the kitchen smelled so good, and Steve and Eddie were cleaning the absolute disaster they've made. Steve's cheeks were a little pink.

"I'm gonna remember this", Eddie said.

"Hm?"

"This, as in baking and basketball. We should do it again."

Steve bit his smile, and focused on cleaning the countertop. The butterflies in his stomach were rioting.

"There's a game every week, you know."

"It works for me."

The week went agonizingly slow until the next game night. He had considered telling Robin about his feelings, but he wanted to keep it in a little bit longer, a little bit before speaking it out and it becoming real. A thing to deal with.

Just one more date.

The knock in Steve's front door stirred up the butterflies. Eddie was here already, it was game night.

When Steve opened the door there was not only Eddie, but the whole gang.

"Steve! We're baking carrot cake and cheesecake today!" Dustin shouted, lifting a bag with groceries. The kids said hi coming into Steve's house. Some went to the kitchen, some others were looking for the game on the TV. Still in the front door, Eddie smiled at Steve.

"What's going on?"

"See, I was hanging out with the gremlins at Hellfire a few nights ago and I might have told them you were into game night and baking, and they all wanted to come."

Steve was speechless.

"But why?"

Eddie grinned, full heartedly.

"I have the impression that the brats want to be part of your life, too. I might even dare to say they—we love you, Steve", Eddie's voice was low, and his gaze was fully pinned to Steve's eyes.

Steve smiled, shaky.

"Really?"

"Yeah, really," Eddie said.

There were a few seconds of silence, leaning faces, full of smiles and flustered cheeks.

"Come on, Stevie. The game is starting and there are unsupervised kids in a room where they can easily make a fire," Eddie said, closing the door, and taking Steve by the hand towards the kitchen.

Oh, butterflies, have mercy on him.

[thuganomxcs]

Hmm, that was definitely something. Liking her when she's in a 'good mood' cause that's a mystery. ━━   ❝   𝐃𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝.  ❞ He wanted to know what she does, or maybe how she acts. "What happens when you're in a good mood, do ya shop, jump up and down...punt puppies?"

"What I mean is... people like to tell me they like 'me' but, only when I 'act crazy'. So, what does that say, hm? I never hear anyone say they like me when I'm in a good mood."

[faerunsbest]

ZEVLOR IS ATTENTIVE AND BEGINS TO RECOGNIZE THAT CERTAIN OUTFITS ARE A LITTLE SIGNAL FOR WHAT THE DAY HAS IN STORE FOR HIM

THE INFAMOUS BLUE SUNDRESS, it means lets go out for a ride

nothing but lace, we're stayin in all damn day

his old shirt, lets make love

that old tunic, a day for unproductivity. only rest and naps and clingy cuddling

Rolan is attentive to many things but sometimes he just has a pavlovian response, he very much likes when you tell him what you want.

games with rolan are a little different, sometimes you dont wanna tell him. so you wear something little, kiss at his neck while hes working. let him try to push you away because hes working but hes weak to a little nip just under his collar. so you do it, listen for his little gasp and pout dramatically. you tell him you'll leave him to his work now that hes flustered.

you go wait in the library in your little silks where you know he'll be next. he walks in to find you on your knees, worrying your lower lip looking for that book of poems you already moved. he watches, almost asking what you're up to when you bend over on hands and knees to peek under the bookcase. you think you a button from your top rolled under there. so you press your chest down low to cold tile ass lifting high and those glossy shorts riding up exposing a lack of small clothes beneath.

Rolan is staring, hes forgotten what he came in for. he cant stop staring at just under the shorts hem, down a little further. You sit up and pout at him, the lost button leaving your shirt exposed, nipples pert from being pressed to cold tile.

"Am i in the way again?"

You stand up to head out of the room pausing to get on tip toe and kiss his cheek, hands on either side of his middle. on just bellow his naval, the other... fingertips dusting over the base of his tail before you bounce out of the room. his breath hitches as he turns to watch you go, realizing your legs are entirely bare and your inner thighs are glossy.

You walk off to where you know hell cool off next while he stands blank in the library trying to cool down. to no avail.

Rolan makes his way down to the kitchen, only to find you laying back on the kitchen table. in one hand juicy plum the other that book you couldn't find, but more importantly your legs...

one hangs casually off the edge of the table from the knee, the other bent, raised and left laying slightly to the side. The loose shorts leaving you entirely exposed as the seam sits off to one side. he cant help but stare... so wet. and hes sure so warm.

he feels his firm erection twitch at the image of you there, minding your business.

"my love, what are you doing?"

"oh, i thought you were upstairs- is there no were is can be out of your way?"

juice from the plum drips down your wrist, you turn your head to drag your tongue upward and drink it. you sink your teeth in and suck deeply, surely to prevent any further mess.

Rolan cant help it, he pounces, and you get your way.

again.

[aintashes]

the gates of alexandria are a welcome sight for sore eyes. it's been much too long since daryl has set foot here— his visits back home have long been limited because of his role as the impromptu leader of the remaining saviors, and the ache in his heart to come back has only deepened with his recent travels. it's why he can't help but to let his fingers tap against the handlebars of his bike as they wait to be let in.

the ride here from the bridge was refreshing, at the very least, especially after the horrors he and @painmon have endured just within the past few days alone. feeling the wind against his face and blowing through his hair is always a nice way of decompressing for daryl; it lets him think, the roar of his bike's engine like a healing purr as he speeds down the road. he thinks it's the closest he'll ever feel to the true freedom of flying.

seldom does he have anyone riding with him, though. he made sure to give peter his leather jacket before they left the bridge— it was more of a precaution than anything, but he didn't trust that the cult wouldn't try to knock them off of his motorcycle somehow and he didn't want peter getting seriously hurt, no matter what ( although, even if peter has road rash, he's still a useable vessel, surely ).

bike rumbling to life again as the gate is opened for them, daryl rolls them inside before cutting the ignition and pushing out the kickstand. after untying the bandana from around his face he grabs his bow and his bag from their secured spots on the back of his ride, giving peter a little nod as he takes a moment to observe the community.

for new people, seeing this place for the first time is always quite the shock. for someone like peter... well, daryl wouldn't be surprised if it was a little too much to take in all at once: townhouses line the streets, crop fields flower in abundance, and the evidence of expansion shows everywhere you look with the wooden frames of in-progress buildings littering the landscape.

uncle daryl! a small voice calls out before he can say anything to peter, drawing an immediate grin to his face as he drops his bag and his bow right onto the ground. is that uncle daryl? michonne coos as she approaches with judith in her arms, her own smile bright and contagious as she hands the young girl over to him. her eyes glance to peter for a moment, clearly curious but willing to wait until her friend has said his hellos to be introduced.

‘ hey, jude, ’ daryl says softly as her arms wrap snug around his neck, eyes closing to soak in the moment. he leans back as she pulls away from the hug to get a better look at her, blue eyes alight with adoration. ‘ you're gettin' big, huh? yer almost as tall as me. ’

with a renewed sense of peace, daryl shuffles a little to the side, gesturing to his travel companion. ‘ this's peter. he's stayin' with me while we figure some stuff out. that good with you? ’ he asks purely as a formality, shaking his hair from his face as judith rests her head against his. michonne offers peter a tight smile— kind, but firm.

any friend of daryl's is a friend of alexandria. it's nice to meet you, peter. i'm michonne. and this... she takes the girl from daryl's arms with a fond sigh, is judith. stay as long as you need. her eyes turn to daryl then, one of her hands reaching to rest against his bicep with a little squeeze. it's good to see you.

gathering his things from the ground upon michonne's departure, daryl gestures for peter to follow as he makes his way deeper into the community. several alexandrians either wave at him from across the way or stop him completely to give him a hug, his little smile fraught with the shy kind of affection that he's known for. as they enter his place, daryl leads peter down the stairs, finally opening the door to his bedroom. it doesn't take him long to drop his things in a heap against the wall, rubbing his hands over his eyes.

[thuganomxcs]

“Yeah, I’m feeling fine. Totally up for you t’ interupt my business t’ deal with your issues.” Then again, how could he have expected decency from hiei? As far as the other was probably concerned, those things were human customs and he would spit on anything to do with humanity. “Either way, as for your debate if it’s the choice between boxers of briefs I’d go with the latter cause it’s not a nice feelin’ your balls dangling in your pants whilst you’re fighting.”

{ GREETER } -> @thuganomxcs

"Yusuke." Hiei appears behind Yusuke from what one might describe as seemingly nowhere.

"You need to settle a debate." No greeting. No formality. No nothing. Straight to business.

[tales-from-a-little-witch]

The ghost stole her birth control

So this is a story from my Aunt Sara and I'm gonna tell it to y'all the exact way that she told it to me.

Art by: fuzeniaa

So when reading this imagine it in the voice of a mid 50's year old southern lady telling you this.

Here we go!:

"Now, lemme tell you what, baby. I believe the Devil done snatched away my birth control, and I was almost. So, this all took place when I was livin' in Nashville in my mid-twenties, stayin' in this here trailer real close to one o' them crazy-ass, backward churches.

Real drink-the-koolaid sorta folks, believe ya me. Now, y'all listen up, I was livin' all by my lonesome, and nobody knew where I was. Nobody was gettin' in or leavin' my trailer without me catchin' wind, ya hear?

Hold on, I'm gettin' to the weird part. You see, my birth control kept disappearin', turnin' up in the most outlandish places, like under the kitchen sink, behind the outhouse, on the floor under the damn fridge. Something ain't right here.

I spend weeks and weeks, wrackin' my brain, tryna figure out what's goin' down, but ain't got a darn clue. So, I start talkin' to my neighbors, askin' them if they seen any strangers snoopin' around my trailer. And would ya believe it? They swear they ain't seen a thing. But then, an old lady who used to live there with her daughter pipes up, sayin',

"Oh, that's Trish."

I'm mighty confused, so I ask,

"Who the hell is Trish?!"

I'm thinkin' someone's been snoopin' around inside my trailer!

but then the old gal drops some news that leaves me slack-jawed and shocked. She says Trish is an old lady who used to live in the trailer and passed away right in there.

So then the old lady tells me Trish was one of them "arrow folks," like the Mormon-type folks from the church, ya know? I reckon they call themselves arrows or somethin' like that, I can't be sure.

They got a Bible verse all their own, somethin' like, "Blessed is the man whose... uhh, arrow holder is full of 'em."

You know, the thing that holds an the arrows.

They believe in havin' a brood of youngins, as many as you can pop out. "

This is where I asked her

" a quiver??? "

" That's the word I was looking for! They go by "quiver" 'cause they think you're meant to fill up your quiver with as many children as possible, y'know?

Yeah, them "quiver" folks ain't too fond of birth control or that sort of thing. Personally, I think they're a bit peculiar, if you know what I mean.

So, I done thinkin' the Devil's been meddlin' with my birth control, and come to find out, I was closer to the truth than I thought. Now, I'm madder than a wet hen at this ol' Bible-thumpin' busybody.

So, I march back to my trailer and I holler,

" Listen up, ol' broad, I've had about enough of you messin' with my stuff!! I tell ya, You keep pokin' your nose where it don't belong, I'll call up my uncle, he's a preacher, damn near the best of em, and he'll straighten out your backwards ass real fast!! "

Well, I'll be damned if that crap didn't stop on a dime, That old haint didn't bother me none no more, nope sir. I did hang some nails up over my door after that though, wanted to keep her out.

Well, there you have it! My tale of mystery and mischief, as they say!"

[bullet-prooflove]

Country Romps Prompt List

Please check the updated character list on my pinned post to see who I am writing for before submitting a prompt!

Also read the rules and do not forget to put the entire prompt into your ask!

Well, we were sittin' on a truck bed When it started rainin', she said, "I don't mind"

Gettin' down on one knee on her mama's porch Just prayin' she don't say, "No"

Moonlight on the back seat, Breeze through the wires, Springsteen on the speakers, Girl, I'm on fire

Got her dancin' in a white sundress

There's a rumor going 'round about me and you

You weren't really tryin', next thing you know There's a test on the counter, 

'Cause a girl like her on a night like this Make a man wanna stay right where he is

Or the road's too muddy to drive

And your left hand's gettin' used to that ring

You're wearin' scrubs and a funny white hat And the doctor's sayin', "How you doin' there, dad?"

I'm racing through the desert Thinking I can catch her But losing ground in this Chevrolet

Next thing I know I had my blue jeans hangin' on a tree limb

So tell me why we even trying to deny this feeling I feel it, don't you feel it too?

You get to know your wife again And you're more in love than you've ever been

Well, it was four in the mornin' when the storm quit stormin'

We didn't have a towel, didn't have dry clothes She was smilin' and sayin', "Hold me, I'm cold"

We made a blanket out of that sundress

You swear that you're stayin' single, next thing you know You meet a girl at a bar

Cold walk in December Warming up your hands

Blanket down in the backyard

Ask me if I'm staying and I say that I'm sleeping on the floor

I wonder if she sat there stirring vodka with a straw Was she counting down the seconds, or maybe having second thoughts?

I awoke to kitchen smoke, you dancin' like God's moved in you before

Sweet hearts kiss in the dark

I can do whatever you want me to do, baby

He's just a boy in working boots It didn't work, so you cut him loose

Remember jumping in the pool when we was fully clothed in August

The wine always affects you in beautiful kind ways

Grab me by the hands Just as callused as I am Say you're proud

I didn't know if we were over, or just on the rocks

'Cause lately I've been needing someone to remind me I'm worth more than just an evening

I met somebody and he's got blue eyes, He opens the door and he don't make me cry

And you've got flames all in your eyes As they reflect the sparkler And you say we'll never die

You were nappin' on my arms on a Sunday afternoon

He's an asshole from back home

Girl, you just don't get it I'd fall right back with one slip

He'd take you home but he's too drunk to drive

Then he meets one that's hurting too While he's kissing her, he's missing you

We buried him out in the wind 'neath the West Coast stars

Go on and put on that dress that all the bad boys like

Well, look in my eyes, I don't wan' to hide I've been waiting for you all damn night

Mama, I'm callin', I've got some news, Don't ya tell daddy, he'll blow a fuse

And oh, they said he hit that guardrail at half past three

[thuganomxcs]

Having her with him would be advantageous for him…still it was as he said he simply needed her to get past the lobby. Yusuke had dragged her farther than he wanted to..then again she might have senses he didn’t being a cat and all..but nah it would probably be better that she stayed behind..considering the treats and wine she had..she would be fine. ━━   ❝   𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.  ❞ He stated as a matter of fact as his hand gently pats the top of her head rather gently.

“You’re small and nimble so it’d be pretty hard t’ keep ya safe. Stay here where I know nothin’ will happen t’ ya.” He might have sounded condescending but, her safety is genuinely something that he cares about overall. “Got me a boost in energy so I can let it out on this bastard…also the lube’s probably edible too so if you’ve got another sweet tooth the basket’s got ya covered.” 

At the very least she seemed..happy here.” Slowly Yusuke stepped towards the exit and once he opened the door..he caught the stench of something horrible. She’d probably be able to smell it due to her own supernatural nature, but the people..they probably would not be able to smell this. “Somethin’ diabolical in this joint..be a good fake girlfriend and stay in this room.”

Well that was one way to get her to shut up and settle down. Looks like he called her bluff in this situation. She landed with a couple of soft bounces, landing on her back. Her face looked absolutely dumbfounded now, not long ago she was talking a whole lotta smack, and now, well, she was as shy as a kitten. Yuko still couldn't believe it as she covered her face and whimpered quietly, a couple of fingers moved from her face so she could see...the aforementioned mirror in the room. 'People really are freaky here.' She thought to herself.

Her fingers lingered on her lips for a while, lifting up her head to look at Yusuke, though by this point he was already heading for the door. Talk about a terrible cliffhanger. Her face was still extremely flushed, but regardless of getting plenty burned herself, she managed to focus up. "H-Hey...you sure you don't need some help? You're just gonna leave me here!?" She's protesting now, a slight pout on her face as she sits up on the heart shaped bed.

Actually it may not have been such a bad idea to stay in here herself. She could always act as bait for danger might be lurking around. Or she could just have the room to herself and have all the fun in the world. Both seemed to be pretty good ways to kill some time. The demon fans herself, turning her attention towards the table with the wine and chocolates.

"...You know what? You go take care of your own thing. I'll be here getting a well deserved treat since I...totally lost to you just now." And with that she's already dismissed the whole thing, now making her way to the goodies, opening the bottle of wine and drinking straight from the bottle. Maybe it'll take her a while to get over the sensation still.