#and then I forgot it one night and refused to keep working on it bc I ‘messed it up’ by forgetting

[e77y]

The visceral and hungering loneliness is back. You know what that means! Bedtime

[onlyswan]

summary: in which jungkook is one of your greatest fears and you’re his achilles’ heel.

idol!jungkook x reader, est. relationship / fluff, angst / word count: 4.1k

content/warnings: i love you i want us both to eat well T_T sigh. oc has abandonment issues pls protect at all costs + oc is worried bc jk is working so hard :( + a worm (???) cameo. ily protective and hopeless romantic iw!jk <3 the ending 🥲💔 this drabble literally goes 📈📉

> in which masterlist!

note: *insert my melody mugshot scene* me if planting puzzle pieces in my drabbles + making oc cry (IM SORRY) were a crime. this was sm fun writing <3 i cried and laughed they’re so precious </3

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“jungkook, baby?”

your silky voice fills the quiet apartment as you pad across the floor. you’re carrying your heeled mary janes by its straps, leaving you only in your white socks.

“babe?”

you frown as the seconds pass and you receive no response from your lover. there’s no music playing, no rustling somewhere in the kitchen or the living room. the lights are dim like they usually are, but the vivid colors are absent.

him? asleep at 9pm? jeon jungkook? it can’t be, but you’d be delighted to finally see him resting early if it was real.

and so, spurred by that tiny glimmer of hope, you carefully crack the bedroom door open, as if you’re fifteen again and you just came back from sneaking out of the house.

but you’re grown now; you live in a building with complete strangers for neighbors. you just got home from work, and you’re no longer used to sleeping alone because you share the bed with another person.

you find it empty. devoid of any creases, sign of life. as neat as a hotel room’s make believe that no one lived there until two hours prior.

the disappointment weighs down on your shoulders, causing them to drop.

he didn’t tell you he was going somewhere else after practice, you think to yourself as your lips permanently shape into a pout. what happened to going out with you for dinner?

agreeing, your empty stomach grumbles angrily.

maybe he got caught up at work. maybe he’s on his way home. maybe he’s on his way to the restaurant and he’s about to text you to come over. maybe he forgot about your plans and he’s having dinner with somebody else.

whatever the reason is, you’re too lazy and tired to whip up something edible on your own. with or without him, you’re going out and you’re stuffing your mouth full with rice and meat. after all, autumn is here, your dear old friend.

in search for a coat that will accompany you in your late-night stroll, you enter the walk-in closet and flip on the lightswitch.

you can count them with just your fingers— the amount of times you’ve felt this type of fear. absent eyes, melting spine, chills running to the top of your head down to your fingertips, mind racing with an overload of thoughts (it appears as a blank page, the same way that white is the presence of all colors of visible light). this fear… you associate it with impulsive mistakes, fire, police and ambulance sirens, and… empty closets.

jungkook’s side of the closet is empty.

clothes. shoes. bucket hats. beanies. belts. everything. gone.

but the floor is scattered with random pieces of clothing that look like they accidentally fell while someone was in a rush to pack them all in a bag. so in a rush that they didn’t even bother to pick them up.

your weak knees almost give way, but you force yourself to stumble backwards until your back hits the doorframe— you refuse to let yourself look like you’ve been carelessly discarded too.

not again. not again. not this goddamn vicious curse you thought you’ve already broken out of. not. again.

you blink away the tears threatening to spill as you scramble to open the zipper of your bag, but they spill anyway when your shoes clatter to the floor. you flinch at the thunderous sound, clutching your phone tightly against your chest. you keep your eyes closed throughout the defeaning silence that comes after.

the empty space mocks you. it knows your intricate design was not meant to live in an empty home.

you guess nothing much has changed. you’re still afraid of jungkook and his power to take away the sun, just as he did before, and you deeply despise being afraid. you don’t like it when the walls are closing in on you, poisoning your mind into believing that you’re small when the heart inside your chest burns with a fire brighter than that of the damn sun.

anyone would be foolish to leave you; it’s only jungkook who could have you mourning the death of the garden you’ve given the past five years of your life to.

—

jungkook returns to the apartment half an hour later. despite the long, grueling hours of dance practice he nearly didn’t survive, the excitement vibrating through his body is manifested through the lightness of his movements. he’s finally seeing his lover for the first time today… awake.

when he brought his natural body warmth along with him to the bathroom this morning, you sunk yourself further into mattress, beneath the thick blankets and against the soft pillows. by the time he had to give you your obligatory goodbye kiss before he leaves for work (or else you’d sulk about it for the rest of the week), half of your face has been hidden from sight. he was only able to press a loving kiss on your forehead, and then your eyelids that were fluttering as you dreamt.

night time comes and he is still deprived of the sight of your beautiful face? he somberly wonders as he finds you slumped over the dining table; he swears that there is a dark rain cloud hovering above you. your arms are thrown over the hardwood as they serve as a makeshift pillow for your vessel— his little firefly curiously bleak.

“baby? are you sick?” he asks, voice dripping with concern as he tenderly rubs your back.

the legs of the chair screeches against the tiled floor, neglectedly pushed behind.

“kook?” you manage to choke out, frantically sitting up once your muddled brain registered the familiarity of his touch on your bare skin.

his heart drops to his stomach as your tear-stained face comes into view. this isn’t how he envisioned your greeting; it usually came in the form of a bright light not harsh as the sunlight, a softness that begs to be held.

“are you crying?!”

your reply only comes out as a pitiful whimper. he stumbles a step backwards when you unceremoniously jump into his embrace, wrapping your arms over his shoulders. he gets a whiff of your sweet perfume, and then it becomes the air that he breathes, but he doesn’t have much time to revel in it.

“baby!”

he squeezes your waist taut against his body, affectionately nosing at your cheek before giving you a kiss. “did something happen? tell me- tell me.”

“jungkook,” your voice cracks as you utter his name, sounding almost like a plea, and then an endless string of heartbreaking sobs comes out muffled against his shirt. “where have you been?”

this sends him into a state of panic. seeing you in pain— it’s his biggest weakness. after all, you are his achilles’ heel.

“why? why, why, why?” you’re weak and pliant as he pulls your arms down, collapsing against his chest when he envelopes you in his embrace. he cradles your head in his palm, soothing you with gentle pats and shushes. “shh, shhh- it’s okay, i’m here now. everything’s okay, you hear me?”

his efforts prove to be fruitless, because you only seem to cry harder as he slowly rocks your bodies back and forth.

you shake your head, hands attempting to hold on to the back of his shirt to regain sensation in your limbs, but they miserably fail and fall on the sides of his hips.

“talk to me… please, mhmm?“ he hums quietly, pressing his soft lips to your temple. “tell me what’s wrong and your boyfriend will take care of it.”

from your sniffles to your hiccups, you remain unable to form any coherent response, and it leads his imagination to construct the worst possible scenarios. he feels his stomach turn with uneasiness, jaw clenching as he carefully pulls away to meet you eye-to-eye.

“did someone touch you? hurt you?” he spits out with urgency, and the unparalleled care he displays puts you in a daze, simply dumbfounded as he strokes your face. “huh, baby? just tell me and i’ll take care of the rest.”

now that you’re being reminded that jungkook could quite literally kill a person with his bare hands if they ever inflict harm on you, the fog is clearing up and you feel so incredibly… stupid.

but that’s more the reason why it’s difficult not to be sensitive when it comes to him; his absence proves to be lethal.

“shit, you’re scaring me.” he breathes out shakily as he taps your cheek lightly to bring you back to him, the distant look in your eyes triggering the emergency alarms in his head.

he unconsciously licks his lips and he tastes your tears; he doesn’t want anybody else to ever come this close.

“okay, okay- let’s put that aside for now. what do you need? should we go to bed and rest instead?”

“i thought you left,” you whisper as you hang your head in shame.

he blinks at you in confusion. “to where? my flight isn’t until next week, baby.”

fantastic! now you sound like the most dramatic, clingiest bitch to ever grace the planet. you bury your face in your hands to hide the battle zone between your heart and mind, but your boyfriend seizes your wrists because he can’t bear another second of it.

“is-is that why you’re upset…?” he asks with not a trace of malice or ridicule. he is only filled with guilt as it dawns on him then— how you’ve only gotten used to always having him around four years into your relationship, when he was taking a break from work.

the changes in his life are also changes in yours, but they still affect you in many different ways.

“then just come with me. i’ll make it work. maybe we can extend for a bit, spend an entire day by ourselves- there’s a lot of museu-”

“i thought you left,” you repeat yourself, exposed and vulnerable, vision swallowed by the darkness because you can’t make yourself look at him. “your clothes… they’re gone, and i was calling but you… you weren’t answering my calls so i thought…”

“my clothes?” he exclaims, eyes going wide as he realizes that they’ve accidentally slipped from his mind. “ahh, i thought about cleaning the closet while waiting for you so i moved everything to the other room!”

you open your mouth to speak, but much to your chagrin, no words come out. you purse your lips as your chin wobbles— the new wave of tears in your eyes mimic shiny crystals.

“____!”

and at the stern mention of your name, you know that you’re about to receive a (loving) scolding from your boyfriend. your lips curve into a frown before a sob inevitably escapes past them.

“why would you think that? why would i leave you? that doesn’t make sense at all, does it…?”

you shake your head, hugging him so tight, possibly tighter than you’ve ever done before. between your bodies, his heart is being unbearably wrung.

“i’m sorry, baby. seeing you cry like this breaks my heart…” he closes his eyes with a heavy sigh, resting his cheek on the side of your head. “but why would that be the first thing you think of…? i must be doing something wrong, right? have i been too busy with work? am i neglecting you?”

you’re breathless, a little dizzy— bloodshot eyes meeting his that are now gleaming with sadness. “no, it’s not like that! i just panicked, i couldn’t think straight.”

“are you sure?”

he looks at you skeptically, scanning your face.

“baby-” his voice breaks, then he pauses with his gaze still trained on you. “okay, i’m sorry. i… should’ve thought about what cleaning the closet would look like.”

“i was just being stupid.” you give him a small smile, rubbing your eyes to chase away the burning sensation. “sorry for scaring you.”

“stop, you’ll hurt yourself.” he tuts, pushing your wrists aside to cup your face in his hands, much gentler in comparison to your own self. his thumbs draw shapes on your soft skin, and then out of the blue, he curiously squeezes one of the space buns on top of your head. “wow, this is so pretty?”

“huh…? oh, thanks.” you mumble, still feeling out of it.

“this, too.” the white silk ribbon wrapped prettily around your neck, he means, which he hooks a finger on to tug lightly. it matches the lace straps on your shoulders that falls across the underbust of your dress, tied together to form a ribbon in the middle of it. that makes two, so clasically you.

and while it may be partly true that he’s trying to lighten the atmosphere, he just can’t defy the urge to express his admiration for you, even in a situation like this. he’s perpetually love-drunk.

“thank you.” you nod, shyly looking away to sniffle. “but you’re the reason why my makeup is ruined… need to wash it off before we go.”

“you’re beautiful either way, baby.”

“i know.” you scoff. “would you date me for five years if i wasn’t?”

he releases a throaty chuckle, capturing your lips in his with a smile of endearment that he fails to subdue.

“you’re so fucking cute. i love you-” he says with merely an inch of distance between you.

he grunts in melodramatic anguish, overcome by the insensity of his affections overflowing past the brim of his very being, leaning so close that the edge of the table digs into your lower back, surely to leave a temporary mark.

and he carries on to kiss you so many times that you lose count; you can only melt as you collect them in that bottomless pocket located somewhere in your soul, where all the love you’ve received across lifetimes is recorded to prove i was once here.

“i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you. i’m never leaving. you’re stuck with me and bam forever.”

if the time comes that the two of you break up, who would bam come home to? jungkook stubbornly refuses to have that conversation.

however, you still can’t let go of something, and you pout as you shove him lightly. unsurprisingly, his strong build doesn’t budge at all.

“but why didn’t you answer my calls?” at last, you gain enough energy to complain, but your face grows hot as the urge to cry returns. “i mean, what else was i supposed to think?!”

jungkook is struck by yet another lightning.

may the heavens have mercy, he’s been making you angry more than usual lately.

“shit, i forgot. i turned off my phone.” he mutters under his breath, feeling extremely regretful that he was not reachable when you needed him most to be. “i wanted to focus only on you tonight. what do they call it again…? leaving work at work?”

he winces guiltily.

“i’m sorry. maybe it wasn’t a smart idea.”

“no, i like that.” you almost interrupt him from talking because of how fast you are to brush off his apology.

he makes a mental note of it— the way you’re gripping at his shirt in small fists. you’re tense and overwhelmed; you need him to stay close.

“leave work at work. focus on me, and let me be your rest.”

unbeknownst to you, jungkook bites back his tears then. after all this time, he still gets mesmerized by the tenderness that naturally governs your every word and action; he thinks that he needs you more than you need him.

—

“just eat, baby. i’ll cook the meat for us.” jungkook coos at you as he cuts more meat into bite-sized pieces using a pair of kitchen shears.

“okay, then i’ll make sure that you eat.” you grin excitedly, dragging your chair closer to his.

you set down the tongs, grabbing your chopsticks to pick up a cooked piece of pork belly from the grill. you don’t forget to blow on it, mindful of burning his tongue.

of course, you don’t want to hurt him, but it would be especially painful for him as a singer.

“ahhh-” still busy with cooking, jungkook opens wide at your cue, catching the meat in between his teeth.

“rice,” he demands as he chews.

you scoop up rice from your bowl, and he devours it happily as he continues to flip the strips of pork belly lined up across the grill.

“mmhmm, it’s so delicious!” he dramatically says out loud. his eyebrows are knitted together and his legs are bouncing under the table, tell-tale signs of him enjoying the food.

witnessing this kind of reaction, any chef would be happy to slave away in the kitchen to serve him a meal. you recognize it in the smile of the owner after jungkook ordered more side dishes, and the way he dashed through the door to reduce the waiting time.

“yah, feed yourself, too!” jungkook chides you after you feed him meat three times in a row, but with an open palm that catches the juice that drips from the kimchi, you still tap your chopsticks against his lips. he spares it a glance before catching it using his tongue.

“i am!” you then rush to wrap a piece of pork belly in lettuce, dipping it into ssamjang before stuffing it into your mouth.

“good job, baby.” he grins in satisfaction, rubbing your back as praise. this makes you preen. “make sure to eat lots, got it?”

but then you’re back to spoiling him rotten, this time with an egg roll. so far, he has only touched his own chopsticks twice.

“i just told you to eat first!”

you glare at him, pouting. “but you worked so hard practicing today and you haven’t even eaten properly yet.”

he is too busy with work, and it’s not news that you’ve been worried sick about his health. it’s difficult to watch him work himself to the bone, but no one truly has the power to stop jungkook from doing what he wants, sometimes not even himself. and you find it impossible to fault him for it when you know that everything he does is done out of love. from the vigorous vocal and dance lessons, and to the deep cleaning of the apartment because his baby has been developing an allergy to dust.

“you need to make it up to your body. here, please?”

he loves being loved, jungkook thinks to himself as he eats the egg roll whole.

—

you were already prepared to go home after dinner, but your night owl for a boyfriend insisted on going on a walk at the park because he wanted to, and you quote, ‘see you awake for a little while longer,’ or whatever the hell he meant by that.

with his tattooed arm protectively swung over your shoulder, you’re engulfed in a wave of nostalgia. for the first two years of your relationship, before you started living together, you only met with each other at night, save for the very rare day-offs that he got. the only places that are still open after midnight are nightclubs, fastfood chains, convenience stores… and well, parks.

and he would always hold you close like this to make you feel safe, and the rest of you melts away while the side of your ribcage that he is pressed against remains to shelter your heart. on the contrary, you also remember how your bodies used to be so tense. you wanted to sacrifice more sleep and to walk to the other side of the park, of the street, to that other convenience store five blocks away because this one didn’t have the flavor of ice cream you wanted, anything… just… anything so you could be with each other ten minutes more.

and it was cold. it was always cold.

“what do you mean ‘it exploded’?”

“it seriously exploded! it was on fire! that’s why i went out to buy a new extension cord!”

“jungkook, it’s because you plug in too many things at once!” you cry out in frustration, your steps becoming heavy stomps. “i told you to stop doing that!”

“what do you mean? if it has six slots, doesn’t that mean six devices is the maximum?” he continues to stubbornly defend himself, and you can only hang your head in defeat. “otherwise, it’s a scam!”

“it is a scam! see…? they made you buy a ne-”

your sentence is cut short as your tongue gets paralyzed.

a dark and striped, long figure approaching ahead, slithering its across the grass.

your mind immediately registers it as the animal you fear most.

oh, no. no, no, no, no, no.

“jungkook,” you utter his name with a tremble.

the same fear you experienced only two hours ago holds you hostage once more, add all the hair in your body standing up and you’re as frightened as a cat.

“what’s wrong? yah! what are you doing?! baby, ba- fuck!” he sputters out as you forcefully pull him back along with you, displaying a type of strength and agility he doesn’t normally see.

the two of you continue to stumble backwards as you struggle to maintain balance, and somehow jungkook manages to switch your positions so that you’re the one who lands on top him instead of the other way around when you eventually end up as a heap on the soft earth.

he begins to feel his throat closing up at the sight of pure, genuine fear in your eyes.

“jungkook, snake- it’s small bu-”

you interrupt your own sentence with a high-pitched squeal, garnering looks from strangers moving and unmoving. in the blink of an eye, your boyfriend has swept you off your feet as if you’re light as a feather, driven by the instinct to protect the love of his life.

you cover your mouth in shock, your other arm coming up around his neck to keep yourself from falling.

you think you may have fallen for jungkook all over again.

“are you spiderman?”

he was too busy searching for the subject of your fear under dim lights, and so he looks at you in bewilderment to ask, “what was that?”

you shake your head with your wide eyes shining with faux innocence. you squeak. “nothing.”

he releases a sigh, followed by a chuckle of obvious relief and amusement as he squeezes your body closer to plant a kiss on your forehead. “aigoo, my ____! why are you so scared today? what am i going to do with you…? it’s just a worm.”

“are you sure? i swear i saw it raise its head!“

“i’m sure,” he lulls you. “i think worms can do that, too?”

your face twists in an expression of mixed bewilderment and distrust.

“that i’m not sure about, but it’s really just a worm! would i still be standing here if it wasn’t?” he clicks his tongue sharply. “we need to get your eyes rechecked.”

you roll your eyes with a huff. you’ve have had enough of his teasing before it even starts.

“uh?! i’m serious over here!”

this is new— you mean bickering with jungkook in a public place isn’t, but being carried by him like a bride while it happens definitely is.

“fine, i’ll go this weekend. happy?” you fake an obedient smile. “you can put me down now.”

he blinks, and then he adjusts the way he’s holding you to ensure that your dress won’t show what’s for his eyes only— for a split second, you were flying.

“i’ll go with you,”

“okay. now put me down.“ you tap his shoulder repeatedly to prompt him to heed your words. “babe, this is embarrassing!”

“nope,” he ignores your protest with nonchalance as he resumes to walk the path you’re on, evidently enjoying the attention he’s stealing and the way you’re curling yourself smaller to hide.

“oh my god! weren’t you just complaining about your body hurting?!”

“you were scared of me leaving,” he smiles, glancing down at you. “so now i’m gluing you to myself.”

that made you quiet for a while. inside your tote, the container of kimchi, wrapped in a plastic bag, rattles with his every stride. you noticed that jungkook loved it so much, so you ordered it to go when he went to the bathroom before you were to leave the restaurant.

“you know, we used to just hold hands,” you mumble with a childish pout. “like normal people?”

“this is very normal,” he argues.

the scenery becomes more familiar as he takes the long way home.

“some would even say romantic.”

a wave of nostalgia hits, and you visibly shiver.

you don’t know if he would remember, but he has said the same exact words once before.

you scrunch your nose, supposedly to give him a look of disgust, but a giddy smile betrays you. you are five years younger again, and the night ends with the moon bidding you an adieu.

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[leona-hawthorne]

I keep imagining it being the night before the Yule Ball, and bc Matty never wears his tie for the uniform anyway, you have to help him out and do it for him bc he wants to look perfect for you and is struggling. Just me? Okay 😅

oh my god yes this is so cute!!!

it’s the night of the yule ball and the common room is practically deserted, everyone already in the ballroom. you’re perched on the arm of one of the big leather chairs, waiting for mattheo to finish getting ready because of course he’s waited until the last possible second to figure out his suit. his black dress shirt is unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up, and he’s muttering curses at his tie because it’s refusing to cooperate.

“this stupid thing,” he growls, yanking at the silk like it personally offended him. his brows are furrowed, his bottom lip caught between his teeth in concentration, and honestly? it's kind of adorable seeing him this flustered. you can tell he’s about three seconds away from throwing the tie into the fire.

"need some help?" you offer, trying to keep the amusement out of your voice (and failing spectacularly).

he looks up, a little startled, like he forgot you were there, and then that familiar cocky smirk makes an appearance. "help? me? nah, i've got it handled," he says, even as he fumbles with the fabric again, somehow managing to make it look worse.

"sure you do. come here."

"i don't—”

"mattheo."

he sighs, dropping his hands and tilting his head back dramatically like he's being sentenced to death.

you can’t help but laugh a little as you slide off the chair and cross the room to him. “here,” you say, taking the ends of the tie out of his hands before he can actually commit arson.

he’s suddenly so quiet, like he doesn’t trust his voice not to give him away, because holy shit you’re so close. close enough that he can see the little flecks of color in your eyes and catch the faintest whiff of your perfume.

“would’ve done this ages ago if i’d known you didn’t know how to tie your own tie,” you tease, looping the fabric around your fingers to start fixing the knot.

he huffs, but it’s not annoyed—it’s shy. “didn’t wanna bother you.”

and you just give him this look, one brow raised, because bother you? the boy who literally leaned his entire weight on you during potions last week and whispered nonsense in your ear for thirty minutes straight thought this was bothering you?

“you could’ve just asked for help.”

"yeah, but where's the fun in that?" he quips, but his voice is quieter now, his gaze fixed on your face.

and then, because it's mattheo, he can't help himself. "you're enjoying this, aren't you? playing dress-up with me?"

you smirk, tightening the knot just enough to make him swallow hard.

"maybe a little. you clean up nice, riddle."

"you think so?"

you step back, admiring your work, and something about the way he's looking at you—like you're the only thing in the world that matters—makes your chest tighten. "i know so."

"i just... i just want to look good for you."

and just like that, any teasing remark you were about to make dies in your throat. because mattheo riddle—the arrogant, insufferable, too-cool-for-everything mattheo riddle—is standing here, nervous and vulnerable and entirely too sweet, all because he wants to impress you.

"you will," you say softly, your fingers curling around his. "you already do."

and the smile he gives you? yeah, that's the kind of thing that could make you fall in love all over again.

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[javierpena-inatacvest]

Lunch

Summary: Javi's rough start to the work week is turned around when he finds a surprise from his daughters in his lunch

Word Count: 3.1K (oops)

Paring: Dad!Javier Peña x Wife!reader (no use of y/n, reader's nickname is Osita)

Warnings: Literally nothing but sweet, sickening fluff, Javi being so in love with his family, Javi being the ultimate girl dad, a lot of glitter (?)

A/N: Our favorite family is back! I am a firm believer that Girl Dad!Javi keeps every single piece of artwork his daughters give to him and has a wall at his office dedicated to all of their drawings and crafts because he refuses to get rid of any of them 😭 I love them so much, they make me sick, your honor 🫡 unbeata bc that's just who I am, apologies in advance for the mistakes

Series Masterlist. Never Too Late Masterlist

4 hours into Monday and Javier Peña was already counting down the hours until Friday. It seemed like this week was going to have no problem giving Javi a swift kick in the ass back to reality after another blissful weekend with you and the girls, a grumpy frown falling upon his face, wishing he could rewind back just a few hours to when the biggest problems he was trying solved revolved around which book his daughters were picking out for bedtime, rather than strategy meetings on how to solve the better half of the southern drug trade still ranging in Mexico. 

Rubbing his hands over his face and pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers, Javi let out a sigh, grumbling low in his chest before running his hands through the dark curls of his hair, praying that the closed door of his office was enough to give his co-workers at the Laredo Sheriff's Department enough of a clue to let him at least try to enjoy his lunch in silence.  

Shuffling and stacking a few stray papers left out on his desk, Javi cleared a space for the brown paper sack he mindlessly pulled out of his work bag, plopping it in front of him without a second look. He shuffled through the pocket he knew he had an extra fork in somewhere, considering he was at the point of eating his lunch with nothing but his hands before venturing out to the common kitchen where the rest of his co-workers were, ready to disrupt the sacred silence and peace that was his lunch time. 

“Of course I forgot a fucking fork…” Javi grumbled to himself, abandoning his search in his bag after a few minutes, letting out another disappointed huff, leaning back in his chair and staring up at the speckled tiles of the ceiling. Javi was just about to get up, bracing himself for the perilous journey for a plastic fork he was about to embark on, when the corner of the lunch bag perched on his desk caught his eye. 

Was that… glitter?

As his gaze shifted down the rest of his bag, Javi’s impatient and bothered demeanor had quickly shifted, a soft smile growing between his cheeks, picking up the lunch sack that had very clearly been given a makeover by his daughters before disappearing into his work bag this morning. 

What was once a plain brown paper bag had somehow been turned into a hodgepodge of arts and crafts- glitter, pink and purple hearts, several stickers from separate collections of puppies, Star Wars, and unicorns, doodles and drawings from each of the girls, and a stray Batman band-aid that Harper must have added, considering the 17 she had covered herself in last night for fun. 

Quietly laughing to himself at his girl’s creation, Javi spent a few moments thoroughly examining all sides of the bag, his heart melting to read “Daddy’s Lunch- From Lucy, Elliot, Harper and Mommy” scribbled across the front. 

Carefully, Javi opened the top of the crinkly brown paper, revealing a plethora of surprising goodies inside, the first being a tiny stuffed cow and a fruit-by-the-foot that he obviously had no recollection of packing for himself last night. Setting the things down on his desk, Javi shuffled through the next added layer, this one consisting of another fruit-by-the-foot and a half eaten granola bar, which one of the girls clearly had gotten into before his lunch had departed from home.

 The last thing hiding lunch was a piece of paper that had been folded several times to fit inside the bag, Javi gently removing it with the rest of his surprise treasures. As he unfolded the now somewhat crumpled paper, the grin on his face began to grow wider and wider, seeing the colorful crayon creations doodled on the page. Before him, sat a paper with drawings of each of the girls done by themselves, perfectly embodying their tiny personalities. Lucy’s was neatly sketched and colored, and then outlined in a darker color to make the inside colors pop, Elliot’s had crazy scribbled hair and was holding a hockey stick in not one, but both hands, and Harpers was done in every color that the Crayola crayon box had to offer. 

As if their adorable self-portraits weren’t enough to have him in a puddle, in the middle of their artwork was a drawing of Javi standing between them with the words “We love you Daddy!”  etched in big, pink bubble letters above them. 

Javi had been so enamored by the art his daughters had made him, taking in every stroke and scribble on the page, he hadn’t noticed the smaller note that had fallen to his desk, your neat and careful handwriting etched across the paper. 

Jav,

3 little munchkins were very insistent on re-making Daddy’s lunch last night, and even more insistent on decorating your very boring brown bag. They told me that they were adding a few surprises to your lunch, so this is me apologizing in advance for any half eaten snacks or stuffed animals that may have ended up in there. I hope you have a great day, we all miss you lots and can’t wait to see you later. 

Love you lots, 

Osita 

Even though it was nothing but a few words scribbled down on a piece of paper and a drawing similar to one he had seen a thousand times before, it never failed to surprise Javi how something so small really did mean everything to him.  

Years ago, still working for the DEA, in the midst of chaos and corruption in Colombia, one of his former agents had always insisted on carrying his “lucky” drawing from his son in his back pocket on every mission he was sent on. Back then, the idea of carrying a colored, crumpled piece of paper in his jeans for good luck seemed like a somewhat ridiculous notion, but now, as Javi stared up at the bulletin board next to his desk, overflowing with drawings, paintings, and projects from his 3 daughters, he couldn’t imagine a world where he didn’t hold any gift from his girls so near and dear to his heart that he ever dared to let it go. 

Overlapping his newest artwork over the most recent crafts given to him to hang in his office, Javi hung today’s drawing at the front and center of the board, your note nestled next to it, beaming with pride at the love and and joy at how full his heart felt from a few simple pieces of paper. 

Admiring just a little longer before reaching over to the phone at the corner of his desk, Javi began to punch the familiar pattern of your home phone number on the receiver, patiently tapping his fingers as the line rang, the other hand grabbing his actual lunch food out of the flamboyantly decorated bag. 

“Hello?” 

“Hey baby, it’s me.” 

“Hi. Is everything okay?” You questioned cautiously, somewhat surprised by his mid-day work call. 

“No, everything is-” He paused, smiling back his lunch bag, “everything is great. I just had some time during lunch and wanted to see if the 3 stooges are around so I can say thank you for my lunch.” 

“Oh God, I almost forgot that was last night’s surprise project. How bad was it? I was only there to supervise lunch bag decorating because they were adamant they were more than capable than packing extra snacks for you.” You snickered, Javi practically almost able to see the hysterical look plastering your face through the phone, laughing right along with you at the adorable gifts they had left behind for him. 

“Well, I got…” Javi stopped, reaching back over in his pile of goodies, “two fruit-by-the-foots, a stuffed purple cow, and a half eaten granola bar that has Elliot written all over it.” 

“Is that Daddy? Did he get our lunch?! Did he like it?!” A chorus of little voices squealed in the background. 

“Why don’t you ask him yourself.” You snickered, the muffled and muted sounds of the phone being passed off to the girls rustling through the other end of the line as Javi nestled his phone between his ear and shoulder, beginning to open up his food as he waited for a response from his daughters. 

“Hi Daddy!” The 3 shouted through the phone in unison.

“Hola, pollitas! (Hi, little chickens) Thank you so much for my lunch today!” 

“Did you like the bag, Daddy? It was my idea to make it look pretty because the brown is so boring.” Lucy boasted, in her lovingly know-it-all tone, making sure her dad knew she was without a doubt, the ringleader of the lunchtime antics. 

“I added the extra snacks!” Elliot chimed in, making sure her voice was well pronounced through the phone ensuring that Javi could her her contributions. 

“I helped-ed too!” Harper interrupted, trying to butt in over her sisters. 

“Well, Mommy helped a little bit too, but it was mostly us!” 

“Was it a surprise, Daddy?” 

“Best surprise I’ve had in a very long time. I already put your drawing up on my board so everyone can see your beautiful artwork. I think everyone at work is gonna start thinking I have professional artists that live in my house.” Javi’s cheeks were already sore from the goofy grin that was only getting wider every second he listened to his daughter’s sweet little voices on the phone, the girls erupting in a fit of giggles at his compliment. “Los amos mucho, morritas (I love you so much, kiddos).” 

“Hey Boss, you gotta second, I-” Agent Carter half knocked, opening Javi’s office door, stopping in his tracks as he met Javi’s cheerful grin turned death glare upon his arrival, slowly retracting his steps while Javi let out a scornful sigh, holding his hand out to get Carter to at least let him wrap up before dealing with whatever bullshit was coming his way. 

“Hey pollitas? Daddy has to get back to work, but I’ll see you in a little bit when I get home, okay? I love you so much. Can you pass the phone back to Mom?” 

“Okay, bye Daddy! Mommy! Mommy, Daddy wants to say goodbye!” 

“The gremlins said you wanted to say goodbye?” You laughed over the clatter of the phone being handed haphazardly back to you. 

“Yeah baby, I gotta go back to work, but I just wanted to say I love you and thanks for helping them with lunch, it was really fucking cute. I’ll see you later, okay?” 

“The cutest 3 stinkers that I’ve ever met. I love you too, Jav. Bye, babe.” 

“Love you, bye.” 

As the dial tone went silent, Javi hung up the phone, taking in a deep exhale, still holding his hand out at his co-worker to preemptively prevent whatever what stupid remark was about to come out of his mouth. 

“I wasn’t gonna say anything!” Carter winced, holding up his hands in defense at Javi’s death glare, trying his best to hide the sly smirk spreading between his lips. “…. I just never really struck you for a rainbow glitter type of guy.” 

“Fuck off, Carter. Give me 10 more minutes to try and eat my lunch in fucking peace.” Javi groaned, trying to shoo him back out the door he had barged in from.

“Okay, okay, message received! I will say…I do think the glitter really does capture your bright and sparkly personality though, the unicorn stickers are really a nice-” 

“Carter…” 

“Sorry, sorry, I’m leaving! “ 

As the door clicked shut, Javi let his annoyance slip back to content, letting the colorful sparkle of his lunch back serve as his beacon of hope for the rest of the work day, thankful for the extra piece of home he got to keep with him until he got to see his girls again. 

“Hey, I’m home!” Javi’s familiar voice rang through the hallway, barely 3 steps through the front door before the girls were rushing through the house, barrelling towards their dad to attack him with the biggest bear hugs their little bodies could muster. 

“Daddy!” They screeched, wrapping around every free inch of Javi’s body that they could reach, giggling as he crouched down to greet them, peppering them with ticklish kisses all over their faces. 

“Hola, Pollitas! Oh, I missed you guys! Did you guys have a good day today?” Javi grinned, now letting the bags he was holding in his hands drop to the floor, collecting his daughters in his grasp, wrapping them up in the tightest hug he could manage through their excited squirms and wiggles. 

“Yeah, we went to the park with Mommy and then we came home and played soccer and then ran through the sprinkler!” Lucy beamed, her sisters nodding in happy agreement, excited to tell their dad about today’s shenanigans while he was at work. 

“I scored two goals on Mommy!” Elliot added, her face lighting up with pride at her accomplishment. 

“No way! Nice stuff, Ellie Bellie!” Javi grinned, holding his hand out for a ferocious high-five from Elliot, pretending to shake his hand in pain at her strength, making the girls snicker at their dad’s overdramatics. “Hey, can you tell me where Momma is, I gotta go say hi to her too and then you can tell me all about the rest of your day, okay?” 

“She’s in the kitchen making dinner!” Lucy replied, giggling as Javi pressed a long kiss into the top of her head, nestled between her messy hair. 

“Mommy’s makin’ ‘pisgetti!” Harper cooed, Lucy and Elliot trying their best to keep from laughing at their youngest sister’s inability to pronounce spaghetti. 

“Thanks, lindas (cuties). Why don’t you guys go clean up your stuff and then we can help Mom with the rest of dinner?” 

“Okay!” The three agreed, dashing back through the house and disappearing down the hallways, Javi laughing to himself as he kicked off his shoes and picked up his bags, heading into the kitchen to find you at the stove, happily humming and swaying your hips to the radio playing in the background as you cooked, so wrapped up in what you were doing that you hadn’t realized your husband’s presence. 

Quietly setting down his bags on the counter, Javi rested his hip against the stone ledge, arms crossed over his chest as he watched you work, wondering to himself if he would ever get over how even the simplest things like watching you make dinner made him fall more and more in love with you, the familiar warmth of home and you creeping through his cheeks in a soft smile. 

“Hi, Momma.” He smirked, making you squeal in surprise as he snuck behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a soft kiss into your shoulder, rocking you back and forth in his grasp. “I missed you guys today.” 

“Hi, handsome. We missed you, too. The girls haven’t stopped asking when you were going to be home since you called at lunch time. They were so excited you liked your lunch. Sorry if it was a little obnoxious. I tried to tell ‘em to go easy on the glitter, so hopefully none ended up in your food.” You chuckled, shaking your head at the image of the finished lunch bag that had made its way to work with Javi this morning. You turned around to face Javi, his hands still resting on your hips as you draped your arms over his shoulders, pressing up on your tiptoes to let your lips meet his, his mouth lingering just a little longer than usual as you felt his smile growing amidst his kiss. “What was that for?” You blushed, butterflies swirling in your stomach as his lips gently pulled away from yours, his thumbs rubbing soft circles on your skin in the space where your t-shirt and shorts parted. 

“I love you so much. You and the girls, I just- I’m just so thankful for all of you.” Javi grinned, the soft brown of his eyes sparkling in the kitchen light, looking you up and down as if in awe of the fact that you were the woman he got to hold in his grasp at the end of each day for the rest of his life. 

“I love you too, you goof.” 

Before your lips could meet again, the happy giggles of your girls flooded through the kitchen, their little pitters and patters of their feet tumbling the hallway to greet the both of you again. Peeking over Javi’s shoulder, you cocked your head in confusion at the plastic bag your girls were now rummaging through on the counter, wondering what Javi had been shopping for on his way home. 

“What’s in the bag, Jav?” 

“Well…” He paused, making his way over to the kitchen counter with the girls, picking up the bag and tipping it over, shaking its contents out in front of them, “I figured, since the munchkins did such a good job with today’s lunch bag-” 

“STICKERS!” 

“GLITTER PENS?!”

“PUFFY PAINT!” 

The girls shrieked, picking up the various brightly colored craft items Javi had brought home with him, along with a pack of brown paper bags, making the reason for his pit stop abundantly clear, and making you smile even wider than you already were. 

“...I figured, I still have 4 days of lunches left, and you guys did such a good job with my lunch today, that you could decorate the rest of my lunch bags for the week.” 

“Really?!” The girls squealed, their faces lighting up in excitement. 

“Really, really.” Javi beamed, reaching his arms around the girls to pick them up, the 3 laughing and squirming in pure joy, your heart bursting at the seams watching just how much Javi loved his little girls and the silliest, smallest things he would do just to make them smile. 

“Mommy, can we start right now!? Please, please, pleaseeeeee?” Lucy begged, Elliot and Harper joining in with their silent plea of sweet puppy eyes. 

“Let’s help Mommy with dinner and then we can-” 

“It’s okay, I think spaghetti can wait a little longer.” 

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semaine de la mode

idk if you'd do this, but can i request jason grace x praetor!daughter of bacchus to lacy?

reader and jason have been friends for as long as they could remember (aka since they were five years old) and she's got this biggest crush on him, but no one knows about it, even jason.

skip to when he vanishes, she looks for him day and night, like she vowed not to stop looking for him.

and then, he comes back with piper as his gf

basically “you've got the one thing that i want,” is reader kinda telling piper? idk if that makes sense.

long story short, reader decides to join the hunters of diana/artemis bcs she can't handle the heartbreak anymore. but, piper had already broken up with jason bcs she knows bro is in love with reader, he just forgot about it (aphrodite kid skillz)

pls make it a happy ending 😭

⋆·˚ ༘ * lacy

warnings: angst with resolved ending pairing: jason grace x praetor! daughter of bacchus a/n: this really isn’t my best work I’m sorry 😭

you would have to disagree when people said childhood crushes never last because in your case you feel it may never end. your undying love for the son of jupiter started when you were five the moment your eyes settled on him, his blond hair and electric blue eyes captivating. for as far back as your crush you had been best friends, always. did you not give enough signs? or was jason grace an oblivious idiot?

oh how you wish he would know. nobody knew. you were left to suffer silently with your feelings. praetor duties had to come first, if you were to confess your feelings and be rejected it would make your life at camp more difficult than it already was, you’d have to suppress your love for the rest of your life. both you and jason being praetors would have made things worse, you would see him all the time! you couldn’t live with the awkwardness of that

one day you awoke to find that your very crush had gone missing, no trace of anything left behind. the first day was a shock. missing? you knew jason, which is why you knew exactly that he would leave like this. the second day you began an investigation, collecting information from his peers. where did you see him last? what was his demeanor? did he have a reason? was he forced?

you were left with many unanswered questions meaning you had to work yourself. day and night you searched every inch of camp jupiter, twice a day until you suspected he wasn’t at camp anymore. you then took it upon yourself to check the nearby premises of camp, checking lakes, forests, streets, anything you could find. even if your friends at camp insisted you take a break, sleep, eat, anything deemed healthy you refuses to give up looking, you couldn’t do anything until you knew jason was safe

“y/n I am begging you please sleep you’re going to kill your self” reyna sprawls along your bed, asking you for the millionth time to take a break

you learn back against the headboard of your bed. “I couldn’t sleep even if I wanted to”

“eat something at least”

“I’m not hungry”

reyna sits up to face you. “you’ve got to be, you haven’t eaten in weeks”

you shrug and reyna sighs, standing up. “I’m going to get you something to eat and I’m going to stay here until you finish it”

you watch as the praetor leaves, only hoping she won’t keep her words

ੈ✩‧₊˚

a week later you receive the greatest of news that jason had returned to camp and almost ecstatic you rush to the crowd, only to find him looped arms with another girl- a beautiful girl you would have to assume she was one of venus’ children. your heart breaks into tiny pieces when you realize you spent all your time searching for a boy who found love in another girl

does she know she has the one thing you’ve always wanted? probably not

you leave to your cabin, yet again being left with your relentless thoughts. did he forget about you? about how you were best friends? did he purposely get a girlfriend? of course he liked her she was probably more put together than you ever were- silly daughter of bacchus nobody would want to date you. rambunctious, filled with energy, jason had every right not to chose you

later that night you received a knock on your door. and of course it was just as you were falling to sleep for the first time in forever. sleepily you answer it, facing the very boy occupying your thoughts. should you hug him or should you slam the door in his face?

“hey” you mutter, almost awkwardly.

“can I come in?”

no.

“yeah, sure”

you lead jason to your bed, both taking seats. the silence you once thought comforting you wish wasn’t there

you play with the edges of your blanket. “why did you leave?”

“it wasn’t by choice. I got all my memories wiped”

“then what?”

jason sighs. “I woke up on a bus. piper was there. so was leo. I didn’t understand anything, I’ve never met them in my life but they claimed to know me so I assumed I did. over time my memory started coming back slowly, I started remembering you, my best friend. I couldn’t wait to come back to see you”

you discard you blanket and bring your legs up to your chest, resting your head on your knees. “she’s your girlfriend? a daughter of venus perhaps?”

“aphrodite”

“she’s pretty. I’m happy for you”

jason stays silent for a moment, you assume trying to think of the right words because what the hell are you supposed to say to someone after being gone for weeks?

“I missed you y’know?”

you feel tears threaten to escape your eyes, thankful for the darkness of the cabin.

“I missed you too” you whisper

“do you want me to stay over tonight? like old times?”

“I don’t think your girlfriend would like you laying with another girl”

jason nods, respecting your wishes. “will I see you tomorrow?”

“I’ll be busy”

oh how you hated lying to him. disappointment fills his senses, you can almost feel it radiating off him. jason takes this as a hint and leaves, allowing you be alone

the sleep you were about to get was replaced by tear filled eyes, staining your pillow

ੈ✩‧₊˚

was love worth the tears? was a boy worth the tears? it couldn’t have been. a big decision awaits you as the hunting goddess stands before you

“are you sure this is what you want?” asks diana

you nod. “I think, yes”

diana sighs. “as much as I hate love I don’t think you should join just because of one boy. Immortality is a serious decision, not something you’d do over a silly situation. I will come back in a few days and ask you the same question, I want you to think about this thoroughly”

you obey her words. was this too soon? you visit the lake, skipping rocks on the water. one, two, three, four, five, six… it falls down into the water

“I didn’t know you were a professional rock skipper” a voice says behind you, a voice you know all too well

you turn around to face jason grace. “what are you doing here?”

jason walks towards you, picking up a rock and skipping it, not making it nearly as far as yours

“I wanted to talk to you”

“about what?”

“you- uhm, me. us?” he sighs before continuing, “last night, our talk… it made me realize something. well actually piper made me realize it. I always thought of us as best friends, our friendship was always something special to me but I thought it was just because we were friends. but when you said I couldn’t stay over at your cabin it made me think maybe we were always closer than I thought. after I left I was talking to piper about you, and you know her being a daughter of aphrodite she seems to know about this love stuff. she told me she felt that I liked you and I told her about how close we were and about how we’ve always been friends. she made me realize that we’ve never been just friends”

“what are you trying to say?”

“I’m trying to say that I like you and I’ve been too stupid to realize it���

“you’re not stupid, jason”

“I am. I’m really stupid and I feel awful that I never acknowledged your feelings and let you think I just thought of us as friends all this time”

“are you sure? you’re not just saying this to make me feel better?”

“of course not, y/n/n. if you still like me and you don’t think I’m a complete idiot I would love to be your boyfriend”

you might’ve shed a tear or two. pure relief floods through you. happy tears flow from your eyes and jason pulls you into his chest, allowing you to let your tears out. he runs his hand up and down your back in a comforting notion until you calmed down

you lift your head up to look at him for the first time since he’s got back, making you realize how much you truly missed him

“I still think you’re an idiot” you mumble

“I’m fine with that, I deserve it”

you laugh. “jason?”

“yeah?”

“I’d love for you to be my boyfriend too”

jason smiles. the same one he’s always reserved for just you. “would it be okay if I kissed you?”

with the close proximity you were in any other boy would’ve went for it regardless of what you wanted. but you knew jason grace. he was the same boy that always made sure your comfort and needs came before his

“of course”

without another thought he leans in to capture your lips. for the first time, and hopefully never the last

[1eoness]

uhmmmm actor leon kennedy?? mayvbe

cw: dom! ooc leon kennedy x sub afab reader | no specific leon | he's kinda weird here idk | creampie | praise | mild degradation | wee bit of size kink idk

[to clarify, i am a minor (17). anyone <17 and anyone >17 uncomfortable with interacting pls dni}

a/n bc i love rambling : so uhmmm when i was writing this there was an electric explosion right outside of our house so the power's out in our neighborhood and im back in this damn cafe LMAOOO

a/n : (update lol)i wrote this like monthssss ago (wtf this sucks).. so im back nd im gonna post this bc why the fuck not it's still rllyyyy bad and a lot of word repeating but yeah just felt like posting lol

synopsis : actor!leon kennedy has been in the gig too long to deal with nepotistic, wide-eyed girls like you. yet much to his exasperation, you're just too much of a greenhorn in the showbiz world.

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ -you can fucking skip this part idc- ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

you've only ever heard his name maybe once or twice in one of the magazines in your mother's bar. you must've read it over and over again, having to see his name and face habitually to endure the excruciating hours of working behind the bar with your phone in a locker. you weren't particularly enthusiastic about films or Hollywood or WASP families, either. but it was better than nothing.

it started like this. you were wiping the cedarwood slab that dewed with beer, when the woman who sat across you (having drunk maybe 4 pints) reached over with her veiny, grisly hands. the acrylics tapped at your temples when she held your awkward face.

said "woman" was your aunt who just got back from monaco. and she's been urging you to work with Pierce. whoever that was.

you were well content with the life you had right now. but sometimes—often in front of your vanity— you did find yourself fantasizing about the 'big city'. you caught yourself in a cliche dream but the idea was invigorating, the mere machinations of those opportunities dangled above your eyes like meat on a stick.

"..oh, but.. i don't think it's practical, you know?" you excused as you dismissed the billowing thoughts in your head. even if you had the physical assets that aligned with the director's vision, it would still feel wrong. some people go to literal schools for this stuff, don't they?

but she remained persistent. and after a low, lighthearted sigh, she continued her persuasion. "..y/n, you're a diamond in the rough." your aunt neared you, holding your hands together in a friendly hold. "..let me make it a reality for you."

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ -♡- ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

so. were you a natural? hell no.

you're wearing a costume that you can't even touch without the stylists getting mad at you. you got harped on and poked at for so long you were starting to get a migraine. the studio refused to let up on you, jabbing at you passive aggressively until you curled like a millipede. honestly, you were more pissed than sad!

and leon? god, he was a total fucking hottie. and he was totally cold.

the director announced an hour break to everyone just before they'd jump straight to the next scene. you remained sat on one of the props, hands clasped on your lap, contemplating the choices you've made over for the 7th time today. you were fidgeting like you were anxious. you forgot how breaks felt. the luxury was there, five star hotels, velvet cushions and robes and office gossip and dinners with imported wine and cheese. but it felt like hell. working with leon was the only thing that made it even ten percent worth everything, but even he doesn't seem to like you. why was everyone so mean? fucking fair enough, you were beginning to hate this place so much you might ask for a cigarette yourself.

the petrichor mellowed through the film set, nibbling her skin with chill. nights in raccoon are cold, you needed to keep mind of that in case you decide to open your front door without a jacket. the alleyways were diffused by vapor lighting and LED signs. you also had another superficial thought. what do people on set usually do when they're on break?

you whip your head up, legs swinging slightly as you scanned the area. most of them are either adjusting equipment, going through script, or smoking one. you turned your head to your right without expecting much.

you saw leon leaning against the wall, next to the director, sharing smoke (you're beginning to see this is a trend) and cheap laughs. you were mildly surprised, not realizing they were both adjacent behind you, and you felt goosebumps rise when your eyes landed on leon. you quickly looked forward again. you didn't want to move away.

you missed leon's subtle smirk to himself when his gaze flicked to the crown of your hair. he took a puff of his stick, still sounding like he was talking to the man beside him. his eyes didn't leave you and the way you sat there like you were going to spend the remainder of your break spacing out.

leon's voice was nonchalant behind you. to you, it was faint chatter. "...life will chew you up and spit you back out before too long, but that's..."

...

was he talking to you?

leon wasn't too nice on you while you guys were on set, but he wasn't so directly mean either—emphasis on directly.

he's earned word of you from both your aunt and the director, obviously. he doesn't look like the type, but sometimes he has a knack for gossip. that's just how the nature of stardom works, doesn't it? name number #1 did this that tto name number #2, someone divorced someone, someone slept with someone—and the whole world goes aflame. he could care less about where you came from, why you're really here or who you were connected to. but something about you was thought-provoking. contrasting you, he worked for where he was. you just sat there looking pretty and snagged the role right away. maybe that sort of incompetency and oblivious audacity made you stand out from the rest. he found it pathetically attractive. you're an artless girl.

your head swiveled over your shoulder, looking behind and up at leon.

leon's eyes met your gaze halfway. "aww. is this your first big time acting gig, baby? no need to be nervous, it'll be alright." a tinge of mockery sweetened the husk of his voice. the director, who you now know is 'pierce', snickered at leon's subtle sarcasm.

the director tells him he's going to announce everyone to continue, since he wanted the rain to 'sex things up'. heaven's dew tapped lightly on the concrete as the director mounted his back off the vandalized walls, leaving you and leon alone in the same space. oh god.

for a minute you sat there quietly, letting the tension sink in upon the director leaving. you tentatively take another glance at leon. he wasn't looking at you anymore, and his hands were out his pockets as he swipes the little box open. soft brown tufts wisped when he shook his head to get the rain off his hair.

you got off the table. you walked to leon. you'd say your feet were moving on its own.

his head shifts to your direction. his bangs falling over his face. a gust of wind breezes by, and he smells deep, musky. like cardamom. cedarwood.

" if anyone's givin' you trouble on set..." leon looks down as he slips a cigarette in his mouth, rummaging in his pocket for his lighter. "you come to leon... 'kay?"

his hush voice was honeyed whiskey when it wooed at you, applying simple emphasis to his two-syllable name. leon, leon, how that name would sound in bed. there's a slight tease to his eyes, before diverting his attention to his cigarette, casting an orange glow in his palms when he flicks the lighter on with his thumb. his presence was prodding, inviting you with every inch of his body language. this man was blazing and you were a fucking moth.

he likes the way you're looking at him right now. your eyes are batting at every subtle sculpt of him. you can look away but he knows you're still thinking about him.

such a sweet thing, this one.

he decides to be 'friendlier', pitying the fact that you're obviously having a hard time socializing with the crew. "what's your favorite movie, doll?"

"mm.. i liked kill bill. and pulp fiction." you converse casually.

a name rolls off his tongue. "quentin tarantino." he nodded in what seemed like approval, watching a puddle.

you blink. "what?"

he glances at you and he doesn't reply, before leaving that wall all to yourself.

...

leon's tongue trickles with the taste of vouvray. you were art in the shadows, the honey lighting of the dimmed lamp doing nothing to illuminate leon's hotel room. your lips are glossed with his saliva, evidence of your breath went after he made out with you.

you're barely holding it, all while his big hands purchased at your flesh, drinking in the way you straddled his boner. the subtle friction where you were able to feel how big he really is intimidated you, blooming excited butterflies, your stomach fluttering at each soft push of your hips. you watched with your palms flat on his stomach, the soaked fabric of your panties collecting and staining all over his boxers as you stifled a needy whimper. "y'need it now, baby? oh, don't go soft on me now... i'll take care of you, just tell me."

his pretty baby, sitting on him and too shy to plead from the big shot. leon's hands languidly travel your skin, palms massaging up your sides. "...i-i wan' it.. i want you.. please.." you murmured hazily, leaning down to give him a soft kiss to compensate for the bashfulness that rode over your speech.

"is that right, sweetheart?" he bit his lip gently at the teasing sight, loving the way you sounded needier by the minute. "oh, baby, go on. it's all yours, yeah?.." he crooned, patting your thigh gently.

"easy, baby.. oh, there you go.. atta girl.." he groans prettily when he's muttering you through it, eyes delectably gazing at the way you sink on his length. it was cute to him seeing you not knowing what to do with your hands. but he watches you settle them on his built torso, and he could only look at you in adoration. god, he was so fucking thick and you were so highly strung..

leon's touch stroke at your knees. you aren't moving, and he looks almost amused seeing you try to render just how he feels inside you. "i can't.." he heard you murmur before you giggled quietly, to which made him chuckle as well. but the flustered laughter dies down. the actor groans, feeling your fluttering grip around his cock, making it his instinct to hold onto your waist.

it didn't take long before you started getting loud. your arousal lathered up and everytime you pump down a creamy squelch. "mhmmm... uhh, keep going.." leon whispers, and his eyes stared at where your bodies met. you could hear a soft whimper from him—vocally begging your sweet little self to go faster.

leon watches you trying to change the speed. poor girl, you looked like you were already starting to ragdoll. you resisted stopping, unable to with the way he'd rub into the right spots. leon took your small, depleted whine as a sign for him to initiate. he was just letting you have your fun. just until you'd get a bit frustrated. by this time he'd already lit another cigarette and the stick perches between his lips.

"..tiring, ain't it, sweetheart?" leon coos, feigning pity for you, fingers clutched at your hips like its his favorite thing to hold. he started to thrust up into your sopping little cunt, pulling a weak mewl out of you. there might be nothing he loves more than watching your supple frame as it bounces atop him.

"mmm.. aww 's okay, baby.. leon's got you.. mhm, that's right." he responds to every quaint sob you make. his stamina was stubborn as he gradually shifted his pace.

"nice and quiet, baby... don't want th't fucker 'pierce hearin' you..." leon almost feels like a sick fuck, pretty lips grinning slightly as he moans. "god, fuuuuck... mmmhh... uh- f-fuck!" leon almost whines before giving you a harsh thrust, as if he were desperately trying to make you his cocksleeve. if you were going to take it so well then you shouldn't be surprised at how he's gonna force you down, and keep you in place while he sluts you out.

you're murmuring something, and the words fall like blabber to his ears.

leon smiles endearingly, as if he isn't fucking you stupid right now. "mhhh.. wanna cum? you wanna cum?" leon asks as he tries to make sense of what you're saying.

and you gulp, gasping through your watering voice. "w-wanna cumm.. give it t'me-"

he tries not to laugh.

"c'mon, let me make you cum... i'll make it feel good.." leon murmurs before you could feel him pound into you, a whine dripping like syrup from your voice. your body barely keeps up. you feel tight and it's making leon's head tilt back a bit. "oh, there you go, sweetheart... atta girl.." he mumbles hazily as his mind starts to get messy.

"like that? uhuh? mmmh?~" leon moans back almost mockingly at each pleasured whine that spilled your voice. you're mindlessly pawing at whatever you can reach on leon, turning him on with your helplessness. "takin' me nice and well-..." he growls as he starts to piston up into your cunt brutally. you look cuter when you're stuffed with leon's thickness, when you're crying on what you begged for.

"leon, c-cumming" you lolled out in a low moan, head leaning slightly. "i'm gonna cum.."

he responds with a groan, hips rocking upward as he feels you clenching around him. "go on, baby, give it to me. 'm right here,"

he has you shuddering when you cum, the vibrating sensation jolting to your brain as it reeled in pleasure. it takes a few shallow thrusts to keep you satisfied but it's hard to tell when you're already sniffling and twitching on top of him. you wipe your face as you draw a few breaths. leon reaches to warmly take your wrist, thumb pressing onto your skin, feeling your heartbeat.

he watches you gather your bearings before generously caressing your hair once. you help yourself off leon's shaft and a heavy-sounding breathe escapes him in wonder.

leon whispers something once he leans into you and chucks his half-dead cigarette into the ashtray. "c'mere.." his one arm tucked around your back and eventually the other to your leg as he makes you lie down. he treats you with some sort of delicacy, at least until he doesn't.

leon tugs you closer with his arm hooked loosely under your knee, pulling your princess body in for a few intimate kisses to calm the both of you. he tastes mildly bitter. you hummed in his mouth when your lips lock together, eyes fluttering while you felt weak. leon starts muttering as he asks if anything hurts, if you're okay, if you're gonna stay here for the night. for a moment he doesn't say anything and he's just gazing down at you languorously while he breathes. he kisses one of your eyelids before he shifts.

maybe leon liked you better like this, on your fours, limping against the satin bedding as you cried and panted in a way that seemed like suffocation. his thick fingers tug at your hair once, your only teary view being the couch and the TV that dimly mirrored a reflection of you being held down be leon as he rammed into your dribbling hole tenderly. your legs occasionally kicking up against him, hitting him with your ankles as you found it hard to not writhe. he watches you peek over your shoulder, the expression in your eyes instigating struggle. "what?" leon tugs at your hair again, fighting the toothy smile from his face as he fucked you brainless. "didn't think i could make a whore out of you?"

leon lets go of your hair to rut into you with urgency. the bed was starting to jut out small squeaks from leon's rhythm. he leans closer, chewing on his lip as his eyes narrowed in pleasure. a soft growl emanates from behind you, skin on skin, breathing near your ear. the rough hands that were once planted near yours on the mattress start to grip your forearms like handles. he watches your back contort.

you jolt up as leon yielded you to his body, impaling you with his girth in a routinely fashion, urging you to cry louder. "oh, baby.." he whimpers lowly as he starts to feel himself lose control again.

"fuck, i can't.." you wail out, head hanging low briefly. he notices.

"ready to pass out, honey?" he pants softly.

you weakly shook your head.

"good girl." leon bit his bottom lip, whispering out a needy 'fuck' as he slammed into you while pulling you back. he felt satisfied by the way you yelped. his brows furrow, expression tainted with a lustful and crude color as he almost began to drool. brown strands started to get in the way of his vision. his breath is suddenly hitched, water lining his eyes as his voice turned up a note. he hisses, head tilting to the side. "fuck, fuck,-" his gruff words start to match with his thrusts. "take it- all-, yes, baby, that's a good- fucking- mnnnghh..."

it takes leon a while to recover, moaning lowly and riding his orgasm, watching you spasm beneath him while he spills inside you without much restraint. he tiredly fucks his load in you before he gives out and huffs a spent whine. he catches a glimpse of it. you're leaking white.

you're breathless, fatigued, sweating, and almost thoughtless as you catch some oxygen back in your lungs. you could feel yourself pulsating around his twitching shaft as waves of pleasure traveled your burning body. his arms loosen of their sensual hold before they catch you, pulling your weary form down to spoon with you momentarily. you can feel each other inhaling. exhaling.

a phone rang. it wasn't yours, you could tell by the ringtone. your eyes flit to see pierce's name on a default iphone screen. "i need a drink." leon exhales roughly, leaning over to kiss the shell of your ear before he reached for the bedside table to grab for his phone. he slipped out of the sheets with his phone on his ear.

[valentijnsstuff]

I don't even post on tumblr that actively anymore, but I think it's good to keep up my week report, even if it's just for myself.

Monday some gay shit happens (see last week report)

Tuesday some more gay shit happens. I clean my house, see my dad and go to a queer meetup about polyamory. All the poly besties are there. I proceed to be a menace and annoy all of them for attention seperatly (they all think I am cute). During the actual talk group, I provide some queer youngsters with cuddles. I offer the person who is practically my neighbor and who keeps cuddling me really intimately a ride home and they invite me in for more cuddles. They cuddle me in ways that make even me flustered. I go home with increased feelings of falling for this person.

Wednesday morning I do nothing 👍 in the afternoon my volunteer comes over for the first time. He's a funny, but concerningly normie gay guy. I feel like I'm babysitting him more than he is me (Boooooo). Neighbor cutie text me if I can hang out again and I have to say no (sad). Thank god my homecare besties ask if I want to go for an impulsive evening walk on the beach, so I ditch volunteer. We walk untill we are super hungry and order roti rolls for dinner.

Thursday. I go to teach comic workshop at a highschool. Couldn't sleep out of nervousness bc its the first time in a year doing the one thing that traumatized me to begin with (teaching teenagers while visibly trans). All in all it actually goes pretty okay, one of my comic friends is there and good work is done. I make a bombass dinner and text neighbor cutie if they want some food and they actually say yes. We circle the subject of our flirts a couple of times, and tease eachother a whole lot in the process. Meaningful conversations about kink and friendships also happen. Eventually I have the gut to say that their teasing make me want to kiss them on the mouth, their reply is that I should ask for a kiss then (the teasing is neverending with this guy) We do end up kissing, its very sweet. I get a bit insecure and fidgety about asking too much, but they reassure me all is good.

Friday, day two of teaching workshops at the highschool. The older students have noticed me and are starting to make comments within earshot, which puts me on edge. Two seperate times I turn around and tell the guys (it's always dudes) that they should just say it to my face. Both times are met with them defensively reacting to my confrontation, but not owning up to their shit (maybe for the better). Teaching classes actually goes well, eventho I am tired as hell. The kids are behaved enough and make great work. I even get to talk to one class that I would prefer to be called 'mister' and the kids really try their bestest. I accidently skip therapy bc I am double booked with work and forgot to cancel the session (or just didn't want to idk). My hookup date for the evening cancels, but I'm not even mad. Probably for the better to have a night of nothing. Post funny pictures of myself in a maid dress on insta, all the homies go wild.

Wake up saturday morning with the idea I can take it easy. Eat breakfast, do make up, make a foxy little video of dancing to my favorite song. Oops now its actually already time to go. Bring lunch to my comic bestie, who has a booth at a small local furry con. I get to spend the day in my maid outfit and feel cute and help out my bestie (yay). I drink bubble tea with way too much sugar and feel really wired from all the sounds and sights. I run into my younger cousin who I dont speak to often (he is a gay furry lol). Also so many transmascs, its a good time. I text my poly bestie to see if she is into a spontaneous cuddle session, she declines politely. I go to a birthday party of friends I haven't seen in a long time. I proceed to bother everyone there for attention.

Sunday, I dont even feel that bad emotionally, but I had insomnia the night before, so my body refuses and I just spend the whole day in bed. I watch anime, cook way too much mapo tofu, but can't be arsed to do anything else.

Monday starts really slow, but I manage to 10 pushups (new record!). I go the the office to work, but my head is heavy and I cant focus at all. I want to blame the airflow in the building, but I'm also just running low on energy bc I didn't eat enough. End up calling some people to say hi and check in on instead. Do some shopping, do some tufting. My friend who I was supposed to hang with in the evening cancels. Go home and eat more mapo tofu. I make the mistake of opening Grindr and get chatted up by some supringly nice people. One them is a bottom who really wants me to top him (haha funny), and the other a clingy autistic transfemme who is lonely and just wants to hang out. I have an impromptu hangout session with her at 11 in the evening. We drink tea and watch dungeon Meshi. Feel very wired afterwards and dont fall asleep untill 4.

[ravenlking]

Could i make a request? If you don't wanna do it feel free to ignore it but.... Dom reader, lol yes yes I do love Dom reader, could i please have sweet fluff just like the first part of the series with Cater, Ruggie, Jamil and Silver? (idk if there's a character limit, i didn't find any but feel free to add or scratch out any you want) Just a reader who lovingly doms them and dotes and spoils them rotten as they take care of them

𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐄, 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃, 𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐂𝐇𝐈, 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋 𝐕𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐑, 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 as long as you stay with me, i think i'll be okay

part one (trey, rook, lilia) // part two (leona, floyd) // part three (cater, ruggie, jamil, silver)

gender-neutral warnings: - implied relationships :D genre: fluff a/n: - is this how authors feel when they get their first request? squeeee i love you mwah mwah! (thx for reminding me i forgot to make my own rules and stuff lmao) - the amount of stuff i have for cater- the pure bias i show for him *star eyes* - you know how part 2 was dom dominate reader? part 3 is soft dom reader guys :) - these banners belong to me bc I made them, but the pictures are from the official game. please do not steal! - please give me feedback :)

Let me know if you'd like more!

𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃

Having a smile on your face hurts all the time. Physically and emotionally; it's draining Cater's happiness as we speak. Desperately trying to keep up that appearance of "everything is okay if we smile!" is exhausting, especially in moments like these. Riddle, screaming his head off at an impassively looking Ace. Riddle, whose voice rings all over Heartlsbayul's grand castle, desperately tries not to go back to his old ways and immediately beheads the foolish Ace of Cards.

It was literally the tenth rule of the Queen of Hearts 'Do not go on beyond the late night hours of 10:00 on a weekday., and Ace decides to not only rope himself but poor Deuce and his other two classmates. They have long been dismissed with a punishment of writing a 200-word apology essay, but Ace refuses to accept the rules.

"What's the point of doing it?" Ace yawns dismissively. "It's just gaming, it ain't gonna do anything harmful to me."

From the look on Riddle's face, it looks like he just wants to execute Ace. Cater and Trey exchange a tired glance and Riddle caught it. He sighs, pinching his nose, before dismissing the two. Cater dashes out of there; his smile slips from his face the moment he is out of sight. He feels so tired. He bangs his room door open, igniting you to wake from your slumber.

He mutters an apology before diving into your hands, clenching onto you and tangling his legs with yours, and burying his head in the crook of your collarbone. Tonight, he just wants you to hold him until he can recharge for yet another day.

A tiny smile climbs onto his lips when he feels you singing under your breath and the repetitive stroking of his hair immediately lures him into slumber. The last thing he feels is your gentle kiss on his forehead and a soft mutter of "Don't worry, I got you."

𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐂𝐇𝐈

Running errands is exhausting. Leona seems to have no idea how much Ruggie is struggling to balance his school work, extra jobs on the side, running after Leona- everything just piles up like a house of cards. And houses of cards are always destined to fall...today seems like that day.

Ruggie pants as he leans against a tree in the Courtyard. His arms are heavy with bags from Sam's Mystery Shop and sweat beads on his forehead. His hair uncomfortably sticks to his forehead; some strands are sticking into his eyes.

He is used to this, of course. The slums offered no mercy to those who didn't work 'til their bones old and frail. He is used to the hot summer day beating down on him until his back is red from the sun's glare, but why does today seem so tiring?

You were just passing by; Grim had already ditched you to go pranking with Ace and Deuce. You wanted no part in that (they were truly the idiot trio) and therefore decided to take a peaceful walk around Night Raven College before finally bumping into Ruggie.

His groceries were scattered all over the place and Ruggie hissed out angrily. For Seven's sake- he spent a whole hour in the Mystery Shop to get those rare groceries; he can't even go back for them because he bought them all. Ruggie snapped his head up, an angry glint in his eyes before it subsided slightly before noticing it was you.

"Oh," Ruggie muttered before picking up whatever salvageable groceries he could see. "Hello."

You frowned at his detached tone. Upon looking closer, Ruggie appeared extremely exhausted. His words seemed to slur together and his eyelids were slowly blinking as if the action was comparable to holding up the world. His hair was strangely more ruffled than usual and eyebags were visible under his ash grey eyes.

"Ruggie, is Leona running you ragged again?"

Ruggie flinched at the suddenness of the question before registering it and shaking his head. You frowned before staring at the groceries. "My love, these are all expensive meat products. Seven knows that you never touch nor eat this."

He was caught red-handed. Ruggie gave a heavy sigh before collapsing onto you. Yelping, you caught him. The beastman snickered slowly before he patted your head.

"If you would, would you mind telling Leona-san to stop? I need....sleep."

With that, Ruggie slept, snoring loudly. You laughed before cradling him bridal-style; he remained peacefully in his wonderful slumber, unknowing the rage that was boiling within you.

"Leona Kingscholar," You muttered as you began your journey back to Ramshackle. "You'll pay for doing this to my beloved."

Somewhere in Savanaclaw, Leona sneezed.

𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋 𝐕𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐑

"Oh Jamil!!"

The moment Jamil heard that accused voice, he fled. He's had enough of disturbances today and judging from Kalim's tone, for the sake of his sanity, he dashed away until he accidentally collided into you.

"Jamil!" You glomped him with a giant grin. Just your scent- it brought warmness into Jamil's rigid body, giving him comfort. The aching pain in his muscles immediately faded away; he practically slumped against you and you chuckled.

"Hard day today?"

Jamil nodded, hands tightened around your hips. You simply pat his head and his hair ornaments jingle delicately.

Kalim came bounding right around the corner, still dressed in his lab coats and was whipping his head around. His ruby eyes searched the corridors until they landed on you and Jamil cuddling together. He immediately dashed towards you, crying out Jamil's name like it was a prayer.

"Please." You heard Jamil half-sob out. "I'm too tired to deal with this!"

Before Kalim could pull your jewel away from you, your hand shot outwards, stopping the excitable white-haired boy in his tracks.

"Kalim," You gave him an easy-going smile. However, your hold on Jamil tightened, as if you were unwilling to give him up. Jamil just buried himself in your scent, giving a silent apology to Kalim in his head. "Unfortunately, Jamil has business with me so we need to leave."

Kalim gasped and looked at Jamil with wide eyes. "Sorry Jamil! I totally didn't know this! Why didn't you tell me? I'll get going then!" And on that note, he ran away, his lab coat fluttering behind him. Jamil heaved out a heavy sigh before giving you a tired grin.

"Business?"

You nodded seriously before steering him away. "Of course! You have been neglecting me for quite some time; it is only natural for you to repay those lost hours!"

Jamil only chuckled before following you.

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑

Silver realizes that after a month of you constantly pampering him and caring for him that you're like an older brother, but whenever he thinks that, his mind immediately screams the opposite.

He's confused about how to feel. Butterflies erupt in his stomach whenever he meets your enchanting eyes and sun-blinding grin. But the way your gentle touch soothes him to sleep and pressing soft open-mouthed kisses on his forehead, you care for him so much- Silver's torn.

He comes to you, the question in his head and dragging his feet. He's slightly nervous, I mean, who wouldn't? One wrong thing and he might accidentally ruin his relationship with you. And never in a million years would he willingly do that.

Silver finds you in the library, reading peacefully. Soft taps that grow louder made you look up from your book, a questioning gaze in your eyes until they soften upon seeing your silver-haired beloved. You gently placed the book aside, opening your arms and Silver welcomely dived in. His eyelids fluttered shut and the warmness of your body was lulling him to sleep before his mind thankfully reminded him why he was here in the first place.

You were just about to continue reading when Silver's voice interrupted you.

"Y/N? I'm confused..."

You hummed, your attention on him once more. You combed your fingers through his hair and Silver mustered up the courage to continue.

"You sometimes treat me like a lover...but other times it feels like you're the older brother," Silver rambled. "Sometimes you cook for me, you wake me up for classes, you plan the dates, I-I just don't know anymore."

Silver squeezed his eyes tight for your reaction - but he certainly did not expect a laugh. You turned him around so he was straddling your waist, his hands on your waist and his eyes meeting yours. Yours were full of understanding as you pressed a kiss, punctuating each other.

"My love, what I am doing is called taking the dominate position," a kiss to the cheek. "So sometimes I'll take the lead, I'll be the one caring for you most of the time, you understand?"

Silver nodded. So this is what humans do when they court? His father forgot to mention this. Well, it doesn't matter now. His hearts feel lightened by your answer and his mind can easily rest.

A soft thump! against your chest made you realize that your beloved has fallen asleep once more. You laughed quietly to yourself before picking up your novel and continuing to read where you had left off; your fingers subconsciously played with his hair and a gentle smile could be seen on his lips as Silver slept.

[ssreeder]

*taps mic*

*screeching synth noise*

hem hem

first of all

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

now that we have That out of the way

SREEDIE YOU’RE SO SPEEDY (that’s an awful rhyme I’m so sorry) ARE YOU READY TO HEAR MY EVERY THOUGH WHILE READING THIS CHAPTER (once again I’m so sorry But not sorry enough to spare you bc I’ve gotta keep being annoying to remind you why we got divorced)

yikes it really must be lowkey terrifying on katara’s end rn… like it’s pretty much the whole They Died And Came Back Wrong trope except sokka only died in theory and yet came back wrong anyway. I feel so bad for her :((

SLAY TOPH keep an eye on iroh please

not katara suspending her disbelief regarding jet being heroic T-T

this is actually a really interesting dynamic change for katara and sokka bc even though katara was always caring for everyone else in the show, sokka was always the one person who was always looking out for katara, so to have him be the sibling that needs taking care of is like… damn yk

okay maybe this means absolutely nothing BUT I feel like jet losing his arm and therefore his ability to wield dual blades has the potential to cause even more tension with zuko bc jet will not only hate him for being fire nation but now they won’t even be evenly matched in a fight and he’s gonna resent the fact that zuko still has both arms. and that’s ASIDE from the fact that it’s gonna be a gruelling healing process before jet even gets the chance to Think about picking up a blade again

jet: is literally on his deathbed

suki: I’m looking respectfully-

“how did sokka handle that” well katara isn’t that the money question, and unfortunately the answer is always Not Very Well

oh katara sokka has also stabbed a man to death with a stick so uh,, yeah while amputating jet’s arm was unideal, alas it is far from the most gory shit sokka has done

perfect girl but sokka wants a boyyyyyyyy~ (these bitches gay)

yes sokka let’s try to keep the house hacking to a minimum shall we

okay definitely nothing has been solved but crying on the bathroom floor is actually very therapeutic not that I’m speaking from personal experience or anything haha HOWEVER I do think sokka needs to cry for longer for the catharsis to work properly. so that’s my note sreedie. MAKE HIM CRY MORE

fuck dude there’s just.. Nothing like sibling relationships. like obviously katara and sokka are (were?) really close siblings but even when siblings are estranged to whatever extent it’s still just so different from any other kind of relationship you have with other people so it’s like… if Anyone would be able to help sokka it would be katara. idk how to express it but not even zuko would be able to help sokka the way katara (though he would Understand it more) bc sokka needs to know that he has people that have enduring love for him and the only person he’ll be able to trust to give him that initially would be katara and I just AHHHHH

YAY MORE CRYING YOU LISTENED TO ME

ugh sokka stop LYING you LIAR

zuko IS an asshole and I love that about him <3

not katara’s bluffing about yue- absolutely appalling effort folks, katara this is the funniest thing you have ever done

sorry I know it was a very intense and somber situation but I just find it hilarious that the solution to zuko being stubborn and refusing to cooperate (however much that is understandable given the circumstances) is just to straight up knock him out. like night night kiddo

ah shit I wish iroh weren’t the one undressing zuko. actually I wish nobody was undressing zuko this is just shit

ZUKO PLEASE YOU’RE DYING WHY ARE YOU STILL AWAKE

speech impediment zuko my beloved <3

ZUKO WHY ARE YOU A MENACE literally first thing out of his mouth that’s not defensive in an attempt to protect himself is to fucking insult jee I can’t T-T

JEE YOU SAVAGE ily

zuko bit jee I forgot omfg this is hilarious (even though it’s actually very sad but shhh we’re ignoring that)

jee the emotional support bestie reporting for duty bc he is the only emotionally stable adult in this household

iroh: is indescribably furious about the fact that zuko has been tortured

also iroh: my this boy has a mighty strange haircut going on

ah fuck here we go. it’s SA discovery time >:/

sreedie did jee break something accidentally bc he was in shock or did he smash something out of rage

rasu fashion icon <3

dragon of the west popping off with the murder plans

when a blind girl and a human disaster are left alone in the kitchen-

oh okay so he Did break a table. slay.

jee in dad mode <3

SOKKA JUST FUCKING TELL PEOPLE PLEASE THIS IS FRUSTRATING AND SAD AT THE SAME TIME WTF

I’m sorry but not jee thinking sokka is a bigger pain in the ass than zuko. alas, he does have a point

OHIHOHOHHEHEHEHE ITS CHANG BITCHES AND HE’S IN HIS GIRLBOSS ERA

nvm chang is in his struggle era actually

lots of layers LIKE AN ONION-

OH SHIT REHO RECOGNISES CHANG

“little wet-noodle” PLEASE I adore chang

for once in her life, slay ara, now the story is finally fucking getting a move on (no shade to you sreedie <33)

lmao bato is so right both about sokka AND about teasing hakoda despite being in the midst of a very tense wartime situation

omg in relation to you an: pls let zuko fuck up all of sokka’s lies accidentally bc this boy cannot lie for shit LET ALONE when he doesn’t realise he even needs to lie and is also high as fuck from iroh drugging him so that he doesn’t bite people

OR sokka is gonna see zuko on his sickbed and immediately his whole world is gonna narrow down to just zuko (understandably) and everyone else in the room is gonna figure out what’s going on pretty quick and effectively sokka just exposes HIMSELF à la love for zuko spewing out of him alongside guilt and regret and fear and relief (essentially the full emotional gambit)

in review: sokka needs to cry more, zuko should bite more people, zukka needs to reunite, I love jee, I love chang, hakoda is gonna need a head massage after all the mental gymnastics he’s gonna be subjected to next chapter. THE END.

love you So much TOODLES *mwah*

LEEEEEEKI BELOVED!!!!

I’m sure you’re like wtf ex lover why aren’t you answering my ask & I’m innocently over here cherishing every word and sniffing it until it loses your smell….

Yes, I’m weirdo. But you keep coming back for me so HA…. ;)

I know some people in the comments were like “I can’t believe Sokka just DID THAT!! no way!!”

& it’s like what’s worse? Stabbing someone in the neck 30 times with a jagged stick you found on the ground while pretend shitting or cutting off your kind of enemy kind of whatever guys arm to save his life??

(There was also the warden situation too… so idk I think Sokka is pretty desensitized at this point and is so emotionally constipated that he doesn’t know HOW to feel about ANYTHING right now ((except Zuko))))

Jee: Zuko is the most difficult person

Jee meets Sokka: I stand corrected

Haha I enjoy your reviews, & I can’t wait to see you soon!!

[monsieurboyardee]

I love phoenix wwx so imagine an au where the jiangs are all bird hybrids and when the wens come and takeover lotus pier they rip out jc's wings so instead of a golden core transfer wwx has wen qing give jc his own wings

And it works miraculously, and jc and wwx's feathers are both black so jc doesn't suspect a thing. But then wwx is tied up and thrown into the burial mounds, and if he'd had his wings he could've escaped, even despite his restraints. But he doesn't have wings anymore. So for the First time in his life, he falls. Wwx doesn't know he's a phoenix tho, so he doesn't know that his tears have healing properties or anything like that. Since he doesn't have wings anymore, he created some: wings of inky black shadows that whisper dark dreams and scream their Grievances as he flies. But at the very least, it's something. The cultivation world thinks it's unnatural. Jc thinks wwx lost his wings to the wens too, but wq and wen ning are enemies of the state. He can't possibly search them out now, when he's just starting to rebuild Lotus pier. But he begs wwx to tell him how to save him, how to fix his wings like his own had been fixed, but wwx always refuses and tells him that he prefers his new wings to his old ones.

And lwj (who is a dragon bc I like the stuff I've seen for dragon lwj) doesn't approve of wwx's new flight methods either, but wwx keeps telling him to shove tf off and so they fight. Wwx's method of demonic cultivation is basically just like canon tho, just that he can also fly with it, so like the rest of the narrative happens as a result of that. When wwx dies, he's being torn apart by his own corpses when all of a sudden he bursts into flames. He's screaming and wailing, and the air smells like burned, rotting flesh, and at the end of it all is a gigantic pile of ash. Jgy is the only person who finds, buried amongst the ashes, a baby boy, burning bright with fever and with bright, silver eyes. Jgy immediately knows what had happened, having studied Phoenix's himself, and takes the baby home. At first, he announced that the baby is his son.

However, phoenix children, even a half phoenix child such as wwx, age at a rate faster than their peers up until a certain age, so when wwx ages a year in a matter of a month, jgy makes up a whole thing about his son being poisoned, and goes to war. Wwx's aging slows down once he hits thirteen, and so jgy renames him mxy and introduces him as another one of jgs's bastards (jgs has so many illegitimate children he doesn't suspect a thing). And so wwx is raised as mxy, up until he's about twenty five. Jgy had locked wwx up and made him wear crazy makeup so that no one would recognize him, and collected bottles and bottles of wwx's tears. When wwx turns 26, however, he stumbles into jgy's treasure room and finds suibian and a book of his past life's writings. Normally phoenix's remember their past life, but wwx's end was so traumatic that in his rebirth he forgot everything. This was also helped by a number of tonics and whatnot that jgy had been slipping into mxy's makeup. But finally wwx remembers, and so jgy makes up a story about how mxy sexually harrassed him and throws him out of lanling, locking him up at Mo Manor until jgy can find a more suitable prison for him.

That night, the arm I set loose at Mo Manor. And then the rest of the story kind of progresses like the original except in this one wwx knows that jgy is up to something, but he just doesn't know what. And at some point, during guanyin temple, jgy reveals wwx's phoenix nature. Wwx himself is shocked, bc he had spent the entire rest of the story trying to figure out how he had come back to life. After everything, during the confrontation between jc and wwx with lwj, wen ning steps in and pins jc to the ground and lights jc's wings on fire. Jiang Cheng screams, until he realizes that his wings aren't actually burning, but instead turning crimson red. Wen Ning reveals that he hadn't known that wwx was a phoenix, though his sister had guessed he might have been due to Wwx's unusual bone structure and feather length. She had tended to wen ruohan, who was also a phoenix hybrid, and she had told wen ning that normal fire cannot kill a phoenix, but among Phoenixes it was a tradition to steep their children in fire, as the fire changed their wings from black to red as a sign of their passage into adulthood. Since wwx's parents had died when he was young, he never got to experience this tradition, and so his wings had remained black.

Jc is appalled as he starts to piece things together, and tries to deny it. However the crimson color of his Wings, a phoenix's wings, confirm everything wen ning is saying, and jc runs off, frantically asking everyone what color his wings are and to set his wings on fire again, until he crumbles into a heap and just sobs. Bc one of the big reasons why jc had been so mad at wwx when he'd developed his demonic wings was bc one of the things he had loved most about wwx were how strong and powerful his wings were, much more powerful than jc's own. And one of the most important things to him had been flying with wwx, and in those three months wwx had been gone all he had wanted was to get wwx back so that they could fly together once more. But when wwx had returned he kept refusing to fly with jc, and had kept pushing him away. So jc was heartbroken and grew angry and resentful, and so when ppl started telling him to stand against wwx and his wicked ways, he had stood against him, bc it wasn't like wwx needed him anymore or anything, and it wasn't until after wwx picked up his demonic wings that he'd started pushing away and eventually abandoned jc for those goddamn wens. So maybe demonic cultivation really was evil after all.

How tragic to find out only now, after everything had been said and done. How tragic that all those years ago, he had thrown himself into the wens hands and lost his wings to save wwx, sacrificing the most important part of him and dooming him to what would've a slow and agonizing death, and then spend so many years resenting wwx for the death of his sister and his family, for repaying jc for his ultimate sacrifice by betraying him and abandoning him when he needed wwx most....only to find out that wwx had sacrificed just as much, maybe even more, for jc, and had been with him always, a symbol of his unwavering devotion to jc and his family even when he had been missing those three long months. How cruel. How cruel. And yeah this is very pieced together and confusing but wangxian get married and they have their son.

(also nie Huaisang helped wwx get into jgy's treasure room and find his own writings (gifts from Huaisang to jgy), then set the arm out at Mo manor)

[dogboytim]

Have more headcanons while I work on a story.

Inspired by me bc I forgot to take my meds.

Slashers with a s/o who forgets their meds

Slashers included: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, the Sinclair brothers, Corey Cunningham, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer

Michael Myers

You forgot your meds again which didn’t surprise him. You were forgetful

Personally, he hated taking meds but he knew you needed yours

Literally stares at you before looking at the clock. He’s trying his best to remind you

If that doesn’t work, he drags you to the medicine cabinet

Don’t count on him to always remember though. Sometimes he forgets to remind you

Jason Voorhees

He usually reminds you by handing your meds to you

He knows they’re important to your health so he refuses to let you miss a day

Watches just to make sure you take them

Also provides a drink to help wash the meds down

Gives you a hug after because he’s proud of you

Bo Sinclair

“How do ya keep forgetting your meds?”

Reminds you every night to take them

He will not leave you alone until he sees you take them

Crosses his arms in disappointment when you forget

Want a beer to wash em down?

Vincent Sinclair

Usually just leaves your meds and a cup of water on your nightstand

He knows how forgetful you are so he tries his best to help

Often times gets wrapped up in his art and forgets as well

Sometimes leaves little notes on the fridge to remind you

Will give you food if you have to eat when you take them

Lester Sinclair

He’s just as forgetful as you

Literally has a sticky note in his truck to remind him to tell you to take your meds

He asks you why you take them but he respects it if you don’t want to tell him

Accidentally took one of your sleeping pills and passed out in the bed of your truck

Once hid your meds in a Peanut Butter and jelly sandwich like he does Jonesy’s allergy medicine

Corey Cunningham

“Hey babe, you forgot to take your meds again.”

Playfully teases you about it. He thinks it’s cute how forgetful you can be.

Gives you a water at exactly the hour you take them so you’re reminded

Kiss on the forehead after

Maybe even a cuddle session if your meds make you sleepy

Thomas Hewitt

Literally makes it one of his chores to remind you

Likes to put the meds in your hand because he likes to feel like he’s helping

Sometimes gets wrapped up in other chores and forgets

Luda Mae will make him take a break so he can remind you

Is super proud of you after

Bubba Sawyer

Frantic shaking of pill bottle

Gets scared if you forget. He just really worries about your health

Already has food and water prepared for when you take them

Please give him a kiss for helping. It’ll make him worry less

Remembers your meds better than you do

[achoonihaachu]

hello! do you take request for obey me? if so, i have one in mind and i think you'll be perfect.

trigger warning, by the way.

can i request for an mc who's like extremely depressed and refuse to interact with anyone. this is because they do not want to be attached to anyone and hurt them because they plan to unalive themself before they can return to the human world. they just keep quiet and keep to themselves and the boys just had enough y'know?

like lucifer is tired because of mc's irresponsibility, satan and asmo are worried because mc spends too much time indulging in books (and that meant they're trying to excape something from the outside world) and they seem not to take care of themself, beel too because mc doesnt eat that much, diavolo is somewhat scared bc it may cause the downfall of the program but is also concerned for the human's wellbeing, solomon is trying to conjure a spell so that he'll know what's up, and the angels just trying to atleast make mc smile.

how do you will they react? (especially when they find out about mc's plan) and how will they be able to cheer up mc so that they will not continue their plan anymore.

what will their reaction be if they succeed to make mc feel at home and finally happy after years of drowning?

im sorry if its too long aaaa, i've just been feeling under the weather lately and i needed some fluff from the obey me characs.

if you decided to do this request, i thank you for your time and effort! blessed be.

Stay a Minute More

a/n: hi! so i decided to do this request before i post any of the other work i’ve done because i just felt so drawn in by this. The way you described your request is… well, to put it lightly, i deal with my own demons (the unsexy kind) and topics like these just find a way to get to me, y’know? I’m sorry if that doesn’t make any sense but your request is a sort of self-indulgent moment i think i need to take my time in. i needed to let some emotions i’ve let build up out and… i just genuinely needed this so thank u for requesting it. For us both, i’ve written fluff at the end bc i need to make up for the angst- and also because we deserve better than the cards we’ve been dealt. i decided to just do this for the brothers, i might do something similar for the dateables one day, not too sure yet! Stay safe out there, okay? Just remember that you’re loved and that my messages are always open to you if you ever need someone to talk to <33

Warnings: heavy topics, cursing, fighting, mentions of su!cide, heavy mention of s*lf-h4rm, self-h4tred, self-deprecation, mentions of panic 4ttacks, anx!ety, d*pression. implications of gasl!ghting, implications of e4ting d!sorders, heavy spoilers for lesson 16, extreme angst but comfort will come!, fic then headcanon, slightly proofread

word count: 7.7k

if you are having su!cidal thoughts or any sort of issues with your mental health, please please seek professional help! you are deserving of love and good mental health, please do not read this if you think that it could be triggering! we love you, okay? <33

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The world is such a beautiful sight when you stand on the rooftops of tall buildings. You realize that you’re this small thing in a vast world and in the end, you question whether anything is worth anything at all. Sunsets have always held a special place in your heart; They indicate that though ever beautiful, they’re the first sign of the end.

Oh to be as beautiful as a sunset. You were afraid you’d be leaving a train wreck instead.

For a moment in time, as you grow close to those in the Devildom, you forgot. You were able to forget. You were able to smile again after what felt like years of heartache and you couldn’t wish for anything else.

But during nights like these, you wish that Belphie was successful in killing you.

Your ceiling was an empty slate, save for the single lightbulb screwed in tight in the center. You were too aware of everything in that moment; the way your skin felt as it rubbed against the soft cotton of your blanket, the way your hair splayed against the pillow resting under your head, it was too much and you weren’t even sure why you were feeling this way.

Two months; You were leaving in two months.

You clutched at your throat as you felt as though you were being strangled all over again by phantom hands trying to end your suffering. You weren’t too sure if the ghosts in the House of Lamentation were playing a trick on you but for a moment, you stopped prying at the faux constriction. You almost felt at peace at being given an easy way out. Your vision blurred as your mind went a million miles a minute.

Should you let it take you in your sleep?

Your breathing, erratic and shallow, leveled quickly. It left as soon as it came and a part of you felt guilty for being annoyed that you lived through another one of those… Another panic attack on your own.

You glance at the clock that hung on a wall of your room; 4 AM, like fucking clock work.

You were getting so tired of this whole routine; You were so afraid of losing the life you built and you didn’t know how to deal with going back home to a life you were unhappy in.

You finally made an agreement with yourself.

If you were going to go back to being unhappy in the human world, you’d rather leave this life with happy memories of what you had.

You were going to take your life when you go back home.

Day by day, the brothers saw how you pulled away. At first, there were small changes. You opted out of going out to buy coffee, you took your food back to your room for supper, and you stopped coming down for family nights. The brothers chalked it up to human hormones, humans have always been strange creatures.

Then the bigger changes started happening. You switched to taking your classes online, like Levi. Your beautiful smile, something they’ve grown to love so, stopped making appearances altogether. You bathed less and less, you stopped taking care of yourself and you just… weren’t the MC they loved.

Satan would try to get you to join him in the library but you’d always have your nose stuck in your book before he could ask and whenever he tried sitting beside you, you’d smile sheepishly at him, albeit a bit forced, and you’d walk to your room. You weren’t you and they were all starting to notice.

The fighting started when you failed three different tests. You had gotten your test results printed because Lucifer expected to see your papers; something about not wanting you to start slacking off since you’re always at home now. You had a particularly bad day, you had started refusing to eat anything in fear of gaining any weight and your hair was starting to fall out. You held back the sobs that threatened to tear out of your throat as you stared at the clump of hair laying in the center of your palm. You heard the brothers come home from RAD and you were quick to throw a hoodie on because…

Well, how would you go about explaining the fresh, shallow red lines decorating your skin to the Sins?

You snuck out of your room quickly; You just needed to leave your tests on the table in the common room for Lucifer then you could go back to your room to hide. It didn’t go according to what you had planned because the moment you threw the papers on the table, you walked backwards into a sturdy chest and strong arms.

“Yo! Where are ya headin’ off to so soon, (MC)?” Mammon, why’d you have to come at such an awful time?

Lucifer strolls into the room casually, he greets you as he eyes the small stack of papers tossed haphazardly onto the coffee table. You held your breath as he walks over and grabs it with nimble fingers, “It’s good to see you actually leave your room, (MC)-” His voice falters in his throat as he scans the papers. You stared down at the ground, afraid of what was about to come.

“(MC), explain to me how you got the lowest scores in all of RAD.” His voice was low and deadly. You remain stuck where you stood as Mammon starts to step away. As much as he loved you, he wasn’t willing to get in the way of Lucifer’s bubbling anger. The eldest stalked over to you slowly, you could feel his anger roll off him in uncontrollable waves, “Listen Luci, I haven’t had a good day. Can we please have this conversation some other-”

“I said explain your rubbish results, (MC).”

You grit your teeth as you watch him throw your test papers to the ground by your feet. “I don’t have to explain myself to you, Lucifer.” You spin on your heel and run out of the room, ignoring the calls and pleas of the other brothers as you push past them. You chose not to come down for dinner… You didn’t come down for breakfast the next day either. Lucifer seemed to have ignored your presence entirely because he made no effort to apologize but a part of you felt guilty as you heard Asmodeus and Mammon talk to you from the other side of the door, reminding you to take the food they left on a tray before Beel got to it. You left it untouched.

The trash can in the corner of your room was overfilled with bloodied tissue papers and used blades for a few days after that.

You grew small and frail as the weeks went by. Lucifer distanced himself from you, he had never been good at apologizing so you didn’t hold it against him. He’d be a fool though if he assumed that you’d come crawling, begging for his forgiveness. You could feel that the other brothers were either growing increasingly worried or they were starting to get tired of you; maybe it was the illogical part of your brain that made you paranoid. Perhaps the lack of nutrition was starting to get to you but you felt as though the rest of the occupants in the house hated you.

You weren’t aware of how much they truly cared though.

You weren’t aware of the sleepy white-haired demon that camps out by your door every night just hoping, praying, to catch you if you try to sneak out to grab the food they’d always bring up to you. You weren’t aware of how badly Mammon wanted to wrap you up in his arms in a tight hug; you weren’t aware of how worried he was.

You didn’t know that Asmo was constantly refreshing your socials to see if you were posting anything at all on how you were feeling; From your private accounts to your fan accounts, he’d try to stay updated on your life online because he didn’t know how you were feeling anymore. Your last post dated back to a month ago and it was a group picture of you and the brothers on a small trip you all went on. His smile wavered as he saw how vibrant you looked in the picture. The fifth-born would give anything to have your spunky energy around the house again. What he’d give to see you and Mammon cause trouble again.

You didn’t know that the youngest was taking naps every hour to try and catch you when you went to sleep. You didn’t know that he was in your dreams trying to soothe you whenever you had nightmares. Once he figured out that your sleep schedule was erratic, he kept a small journal to keep track of how long you slept each night. He realized that you slept at dawn and you woke up five minutes before your classes began. You weren’t aware of how badly Belphie wanted to help but didn’t know how to so he did what he does best… He sleeps.

You didn’t know how hard it was for Beel to leave your food untouched in the hallway. He’d pass by your room every night and fight the urge that built in his very being to just scarf down everything including the tray before you could take it. You’d hear a soft knock on your door after the brothers eat dinner, like clockwork every night. Beel would leave his room at midnight for one of his many snack runs and there were a few nights when he’d see that a small bowl of food would be empty and on those nights he’d feel for your pact and smile as he felt you indulge in his sin ever so slightly. Those were what he considered good nights. He’d leave a small packet of chips by your door on those nights. He’s elated to see that you’d take them in the hours he slept.

You didn’t know that Levi was well aware of your late night crying sessions. He turned down the volume of his computer one night and he heard your soft cries echo from the room opposite to his. His heart broke from how devastated your cries sounded, it was like you had lost all hope in life and you just resorted to crying to release some of the suffocating pressure building in your chest. You didn’t know that he’d lean against his door in his room and listen to your hushed cries; he didn’t tell anyone. He didn’t ask you about it because who on Earth would even want to confide in a gross otaku like him, anyways? He did what he thought was best. He listened.

Five of the seven were stuck; they kept finding themselves at dead ends and they could feel you slip away, slowly but it was happening. It’s hard to be blessed with intelligence so vast that you’re practically this walking encyclopedia. Satan was this onlooker; he could see the symptoms, he sensed it all develop and fester, but he didn’t jump in to do anything. A part of him regrets not doing anything early on but who was he to dictate how you felt? He was a creature of pure unadulterated wrath and hatred, he was born from the anger in Lucifer’s heart. He couldn’t possibly look you straight in the eyes and tell you to feel a certain way.

He knew in himself that there were abandoned towns in the Devildom obliterated and left as mere piles of ash from days when he was unable to keep a clear train of thought; when he let his emotions take over, nothing was safe. He was afraid that one day, your emotions would blind you from making logical decisions.

He was afraid that one day soon, you’d put yourself in harm’s way.

Lucifer knew that he was far from the perfection he tries to portray himself as. He knows that he’s done so much damage to the people around him; he’s like a bomb that keeps exploding. He takes his anger out on Mammon, who does nothing but “mess up”, was the perfect scapegoat- the perfect excuse to let him get away with the shit he does. He wants the people around him to be just as perfect as he tries to be, to be… almost robotic with how structured he tries to make his life out to be. He tries to justify his actions, his heart tells him that he does this out of the love he has for his family and his friends but how do you justify pushing everyone away because you try to control them? He knows he’s indebted to you and that’s what scares him. You came into his life and you mend what’s broken. You fixed a family torn to shreds… His family that he tore to shreds. He’s afraid of how much power you truly hold but then he sees cracks in your strong facade. He feels bad, guilty even, but he tries to chip away at your flaws. He sees that you’re hurting but he’s never been good at comfort. He’s always had to play the role of the perfect parental figure, the perfect older brother able to juggle all the responsibilities of the world but still have time to come home for dinner. He didn’t know where to start and a part of him hoped that one of his brothers would bring it up for dinner so that they could all discuss but none of them ever did.

So he observes you.

He sees the healing lines on your skin, your arms were like lined pieces of paper from a notebook. They were long and varying in how deep they went; but he knew that your pain went deeper than just superficial scars. He sees how hard you try to hide them so he never comments on them. When you start to pull away, he gets frustrated and he tries to fish your problems out of you by badgering you. He’s always done this with his brothers- none of them ever truly open up to him so he does what he does best. He’s harsh with them and eventually, they open up by screaming at him about how broken they were and that was how they, as a family, work on their problems.

You’ve never really been the type to raise your voice though.

He never meant to push you even further out into the lake of dread you were already drowning in. His pride just… It never let him out of it’s cold hold; he was never able to apologize.

The eldest confided in his best friend-slash-boss. Diavolo had planned the whole exchange program out, he was supposed to know how to deal with a situation like this; they were supposed to be prepared for anything and everything but even the redhead had drawn up blank conclusions and unrealistic game plans.

Weeks of this go by and Lucifer has had enough; You were leaving to go back home to the human realm in three weeks. He didn’t want the remaining time they had with you to be tense and unenjoyable. He walked up to your door and took a deep breath, he glanced at his feet and saw that you hadn’t touched the food on your tray again. He grimaces and knocks on your door with a steady hand, “(MC)? Can we please talk?” His voice was smooth, he was able to mask his nerves rather well. No answer. He fidgets slightly where he stood before his fist raps against the door once more, a little harder than before. “(MC)?”

He hears shuffling and rustling form behind the door, he didn’t realize he was holding in a breath until he sighed at that moment. You crack the door open just a tad, you only showed half your face and your hair was tucked under the hood of your oversized hoodie. To say you looked like a wreck would be an understatement. The bags under your eyes contrast darkly against the complexion of your dry skin- skin that was once supple and smooth from all the care you put into your appearance. Your cheeks were sunken in ever so slightly and for the first time in about a month, he was finally able to take a proper look at you.

And what he saw scared him.

“(MC)? W-What happened to you?”

At that moment, all hell broke loose. You open your mouth to talk and no sound comes out. The stress you were constantly experiencing became too much and seeing the person you were most afraid of disappointing look at you with eyes so full of concern… It was the straw that broke the camel’s back. In your mind, it became clear to you; he knew you were a complete basket case. You closed your eyes and braced for harsh words and disdain to be thrown your way- maybe a “(MC), this is unbecoming of an exchange student. You’re a disgrace.” something along those lines.

Nothing came.

You crack an eye open slightly and see Lucifer still staring at you and the moment you two made eye contact, your eyes began to well up with tears. “I-” Where do you even begin? Do you begin with the overwhelming feeling of sadness? The unending void in your heart of darkness and doubt? How do you explain to him that you… You were broken? You were tired?

Lucifer pushes the door in gently, you take a few steps back without so much of a push or any sort of fight; Your room was a complete mess. Books were strewn around and a small stack laid by your bed. Tissues, both used and unused, were thrown about on the floor. Small chip packets were empty and left on your desk. Your D.D.D was turned on and was left on your bed.

The mess gave him the slightest of headaches but there was just one thing that scared him.

Your trashcan.

One sniff of the air and he caught a whiff of that familiar metallic scent. You would think that someone who has lived for literal millenia would get used to the stench of dried human blood but yours… Your blood was different. It smelt sweet and felt gentle- comforting. Your scent was comforting and to smell it at the point where it smelt so rotten and dead…

He couldn’t choke back the gag that left his throat.

He turns to you and sighs in utter disbelief, “(MC)...” Now, perhaps it was the fear you felt from all the possible reactions Lucifer might have or perhaps the lethargy you fought off with all those cups of coffee had finally caught up with you but your vision blurred. Your knees buckled under your weight and you stumbled into Lucifer’s arms. “I- I’m sorry.” You whisper before you let the darkness pull you into unnerving serenity.

Lucifer screamed for his brothers, all of whom were, fortunately, at home. The first to run in was Mammon, followed by Satan, then the twins, then finally Asmo and Levi. The first thing they react to is the scent of death that clung onto the air, then in the millisecond that follows, they see you laying in Lucifer’s arms on the floor.

What the fuck happened?

Satan, ever the observant one, notices the small flipped notebook that was thrown under your pillow. May God in Heaven aid in his journey to ask for forgiveness one day for what he was about to do. He quickly grabs the notebook and flips to the first page. You had started the journal when you first started to act differently. The first page always held something important. He quickly reads through the scribbled writing and he drops the notebook.

You had written, “My time is almost up. I’m grateful for the brothers but I need to leave soon. Sunsets have always been my favorite. I hope they can forgive me for what I’ll do when I go home.”

His eyes land on the bloodied razorblade wrapped in tissue laying in your trashcan.

“They planned on…”

“No..”

Lucifer:

He’s never been good at handling extreme emotions. He’s always been the type to bottle things up.

Seeing you in that state shook him to his core.

He and his brothers were quick to bundle you up in layers upon layers of blankets; you were cold but you were breathing and that was the most important thing to him.

He had been the first person to see you, he knew you hadn’t planned on doing anything at that moment.

He knew that you were tired and scared and… With what Satan had said, it seemed like you were simply exhausted.

Diavolo offered to take you back to the human realm to get you treated and to get you to a place where… issues like these would be handled by professionals but to everyone’s surprise, Lucifer was the most adamant to not let you go home.

He was on the brink of attacking the Prince for even suggesting something as “idiotic” as letting you leave when you needed them the most.

He was practically glued to your side as you rested. He was the one to change your bandages, he took your vitals in the way Satan taught him, he watched over you like an angel, ironically enough.

He was ever so gentle with you, he never raised his voice in the house as you rested for fear of startling you awake and triggering something.

He was the first person you saw when you woke up for your long nap, you slept for an entire day.

He fed you and helped you drink water but you were stubborn (you always have been, he thinks) and you tried to assure him that you’re alright.

He, of course, does not believe you.

He forbids you from getting up and he calls upon his brothers and he holds a meeting in your room.

Satan, the little snitch he was, told you that he had seen your journal and all the brothers knew of what you were planning when you made it back home.

You burst out in tears; you never meant to let them know in advance.

Lucifer let his brothers take care of you; He watched on the sideline as his brothers wrapped you up into a tight group hug.

When you and him were left alone, though, he walked over to you and gave you the most comforting, tight embrace.

“I don’t know how deep your struggles go. You’ve always been so brave but never forget that we are here for you. You can lean on me, you can learn to trust me.”

He sits you down one day and apologizes for all he’s done; the harsh treatment, the backhanded comments, everything.

He knows that though he’s as flawed as they come, he was willing to let go of his pride to help you.

The journey to get better is long, he knows that trauma and years of battling with depression and anxiety can’t be undone or forgotten in a day, but he will be there every step of the way.

Mammon:

A part of him despised being so attached to a mortal being.

He knew that your time with them was limited and yet he was so careless to just let you grab ahold of his heart- he let you steal it so freely but he never regretted it.

Because he got to love you.

Seeing you pull away from him, from his brothers, and from the life you’ve grown to love- it scared him but he didn’t want to seem paranoid.

If only he acted on those concerns.

Seeing you so pale in the arms of his brother knocked all the wind from his chest.

He fell to his knees and snatched you out of his brother’s arms. He cradled your frame so tenderly and took hold of your face in his hands with shaky resolve.

He couldn’t play off the tears that streamed down his face as he croaked out for everyone to get out.

He could still hear, feel your heartbeat and it was stable enough. He wasn’t worried about that, no, he was worried about what Satan had just read out.

You were going through all of the torment on your own? Why wasn’t he able to pick up on it?

He was your first man, your first demon pact-

He cried quietly as he watched over you for hours; he only left your side twice, once to grab you food and the other time to go to the washroom.

When you woke up, the first thing you saw was Mammon’s face plastered right up to yours and his bi-colored eyes were brimmed with tears.

“Never ever think that you’re all alone when you deal with your problems again. Do you understand, human?!... I’m always here for you.”

He was one of the “nicer” brothers, he never tried harming you and he’s got a small inkling that your rocky start in the Devildom had an effect on you that you never opened up about.

He already held a small grudge against the youngest and seeing you in this state, his anger flared even more.

It took a long talk and a lot of convincing on your end to get him to understand that your struggles have been… a part of you for a long time, his brothers were never the problem.

After hearing that, he simply holds you in his arms, the blush on his face be damned, as he whispers to you that he’ll be there for you for the rest of time to help you through all your bad days and that he’d celebrate with you on all your good ones.

Leviathan:

He had to be lured out by Asmo, his music was playing quite loudly and he, to this day, regrets leaving the music on so loud that day.

Levi is the type to want to bury himself in his hobbies to distract himself from his problems.

He thinks, “If I don’t see my problems, if I don’t think of my problems, do I even have any problems at all?”

He only realizes that it’s not the best of coping mechanisms; seeing you so frail and tired-looking woke him up to that reality.

He feels this overwhelming sense of guilt; he wasn’t there for you enough, he didn’t look out for the signs, he didn’t- he wasn’t-

He wasn’t doing enough for you.

That was why you felt the way you did.

One glance at you, one glance at his panicked brothers- it was too much. He spins on his heel and marches back into his room to dry heave over his trash can.

He feels awful for not being there for you.

Asmo and Satan took turns in trying to coax him out of his room after they cleaned you up and laid you down to recuperate.

He only left when Satan provided photo evidence that you were asleep.

He couldn’t muster up the courage to look you in the eye to try and reassure you that everything would be okay.

He would have hourly check-ins with you as the day progressed.

He was actually just dropping by to check if you were still sleeping soundly when you suddenly woke up.

He was about to rush out of the room but you, despite being groggy, were able to grab his hand.

You had to beg him to stay.

“I-I’m sorry that you had to deal with your problems on your own for so long, (MC). I can’t promise you that the journey from now will be smooth sailing but… I’m here, okay? Even if you don’t need me around, obviously who’d need a yucky otaku- mmh!”

You had to shut him up by dragging him weakly down into a hug.

He’s not good with showing physical affection but he tries his best for you.

He comes out of his room more often after the whole ordeal, he’s glued to you like gum on pavement but he tries to keep it nonchalant.

(He beats Mammon with a stick for the seat right beside yours during mealtime)

On the days where it seems too hard to fight off those dark thoughts, he gently pulls you off into his room to binge watch a new series and on particularly bad days, he’s able to muster up the courage to pull you onto his lap and he holds you tight as a cute slice of life show plays quietly in the background.

Satan:

His heart sank to the bottom of his stomach when he saw you on that fateful day, in the arms of Lucifer looking so absent of life.

As the unofficial detective of the family, he’s quick to scan the room for what could’ve happened because Lucifer wasn’t much help- The eldest was in shock.

He’s the first to see the journal, the first to know what was really wrong and when he read those words… He was rendered speechless.

He couldn’t explain anything to his brothers, all he could do was repeat the words he read before he handed the notebook over to the brother standing closest to him, who just so happened to be Asmo.

He knelt beside you with a somber smile on his face; He knew that you’d be okay, he didn’t feel the need to panic but he swore to himself to never let it get this bad ever again.

Though he wasn’t too panicky, he was obviously a little antsy. He rushed around the house to get you anything you needed or might want when you woke up; From blankets to food to bottles of water, as long as he deemed it important, he grabbed it.

By the end of it, your room was kind of like a tiny supermarket, full of small boxes of necessities.

Thanks to his endless knowledge on medicine and on the field in general, he was able to take notes of your vitals (he knew how to work an oximeter and a glucometer and at that moment, he felt quite proud of himself-)

He checked in on you regularly and during one of his many vital checks, you roused. He was quick to give you water and a small piece of bread; He read somewhere in his countless books that small bits of food was best for patients who were undernourished and you were his responsibility. (Please let Satan play doctor-)

You didn’t particularly mind the care he and his brothers showed, in a way you felt a little bad that they were spending so much time and energy on you but Satan got rid of those thoughts quickly.

“Stop that nonsense, (MC). You have taken such good care of us and you’ve shown us the love we’ve craved for millenia. You accepted me on my worst days so… Let me love you during yours.”

He brought in his favorite loveseat from his room to yours and he spent about a week with you. He would read you stories to help you fall asleep and during the nights when you’d wake up from nightmares of panic attacks, he'd jump into bed with you and just hold you till your heart rate steadied.

Asmodeus:

The fifth-born closed his eyes and refused to breathe in the air.

He was sure that that image would haunt him for months. Seeing you, the only person who loved him past the glamor and the perfect facade he put up, look so deathly-

He screwed his eyes shut so that the tears wouldn’t be able to escape.

He heard Satan say something but his mind didn’t quite process it until he felt a small book be thrust into his hands.

He made sure to turn away from your unconscious body before he opened the book.

Page after page detailed the emotions you felt for the last few weeks and he could feel his heart break with every word you wrote.

You were fighting off these… these demons in your head. You braved through countless nights of dealing with such complex emotions on your own and it all caught up to you… They were none the wiser.

He ran out of the room to comprehend it all.

Don’t get him wrong; he’d love to sit by your side through this all and finally give you the reassurance that you’re not and have never been alone in your struggles but… He wasn’t strong enough to handle seeing you look so frail.

He decided that it’d be better to be honest with himself and with you; he wasn’t the best brother to approach when it came to these things but he’d be damned if he didn’t try (more damned than he already was seeing as he… well, he’s a demon-)

He went on hiatus online. Yes, the social media-obsessed Asmodeus deleted all his social media for a few days and he shut off his phone as he worked with his brothers in making you feel comfortable.

He stockpiled a bunch of lotions and medicine that would help you in physically healing your wounds.

He’s a firm believer that though scars represent hardships you’ve managed to overcome, they don’t dictate the type of person you are. He believes that helping you get rid of the scars could help in your process of healing from your past.

He’d sit beside you when you woke up a few hours later and he’d start crying as he held you gently.

“My dear, why on Earth would you hide all of that from us? We love you so much and you’re such an important part in our lives… We’re here for you, okay?!”

Your replies were muffled with his smothering as he squished his face against yours; He muttered something about physical affection being a great way to relieve stress. (he read one of Satan’s medicine books briefly and he saw that ”a hug a day could keep the depression away-”)

He’d make sure that you ate all the food being given to you, though he’d never force feed you because he knows just how hard it could be to go back to a life deemed normal after weeks of going through something so difficult.

He’d gossip with you about the most mundane things, like how Satan would stay in the kitchen with Beel and Belphie just making different types of soup (he’d never mention that they were making soup for you-), then the gossip would turn into reminiscing about the days when the the twins were still babies, then how life was like before they met you. (He’d also talk about how Lucifer was such a pain in the ass back in the day because he was their Father’s favorite, meaning the eldest was a kiss ass, and how he’d tattle on all of them getting into all sorts of trouble but you shouldn’t ever mention these stories to the Avatar of Pride… For his sake.)

He’d just talk to you to make you feel like… Whatever happened to you in the past, before you met them, did not define who you are. He’d treat you like the same MC, the person you’ve always been, and he’d remind you every single day that no matter what happens, he’d always be there to support you along the way.

Beelzebub:

He was the brother everyone considered to be the most innocent. He’s this big, tall demon with the capability of consuming a person whole if he so chooses but his heart was kind and as pure as gold.

He’d do anything to keep you out of harm's way.

But… how does he protect you from the thoughts running rampant in your head?

How does he even go about trying to act like the big, strong protector that he claims to be when he couldn’t be there for you when you needed him the most?

He stands silently by the door as his other brothers rush around trying to help you.

His heart was shattered upon hearing Satan repeat what he had read but he didn’t have time to sulk or let the feeling of guilt linger; he had work to do.

He grabbed Belphie and marched into the kitchen.

For a moment, the seventh-born tried arguing with his twin, about how it wasn’t a good time to indulge in his sin but those words died down in his throat as Beel pulled out raw ingredients; He’d never eat raw food first, especially with the boxes upon boxes of chips they had bought the night prior.

The ginger got to work, he chopped all the ingredients he needed to make a giant pot of his favorite soup.

He ignored the loud rumbling of his stomach as he stirred the stock. Belphie was genuinely impressed by the restraint his brother was showing. It had been about an hour or two since they left you in the very capable hands of their brothers.

The youngest was sleeping on the counter, Satan walked in to grab about 9 bottles of water and a dozen individually wrapped sweet pastries, Asmodeus silently watched him cook the soup that Lucifer used to make them when they were younger.

When he was done, the house smelled amazing. He took a giant serving and brought it up to you on a tray.

You were awake when he walked in. Surprisingly, his brothers had left you alone to give you a moment to breathe and process and you were actually quite hungry. (Beel could sense it in you, he could hear your stomach grumble softly.)

You smiled sheepishly at him as he watched you scarf down the delicious soup he made.

“I know I’m not the best at words but I hope that you can trust me from now on. If not me then my brothers can help you. Let us protect you and care for you like you’ve done for us.”

He would let you be, he didn’t know how to put in words how relieved he was simply seeing you eat and regain a bit of the color you lost. He busied himself in the kitchen; he snacked, of course, but he made you all sorts of food for the next few days.

He needed to make sure that you were eating well and taking care of yourself. Seeing you indulge in his sin gave him some sort of hope; Perhaps he could finally be there for you at the start of this new chapter in your life, a chapter free from heartache.

Belphegor:

He had an inkling of what you were going through; Your dreams would sometimes take this nasty turn and he’d always do his best in giving you some sense of peace.

Seeing you in Lucifer’s arms… It solidified this fear he never realized he had about losing you.

The flashbacks he got, seeing you look so pale- He was frozen on the spot.

Satan’s voice sounded muffled, he sounded so far away.

You felt that way all this time? The mind fuck it must’ve been for you when he… he succeeded in killing you.

He only managed to get pulled out of the spiraling mindset he was getting sucked into was because Beel pulled him to the kitchen.

He was quiet as he thought back on all the days you spent helping him get out of the attic. The hushed laughter from all the somewhat tasteless jokes you, him, and Satan made of Lucifer during the early days of the Anti-Lucifer League.

It all hit him like a truck in one single moment as Beel chopped Devildom onions; He was terrified of losing you like he lost Lilith.

He shed a few tears he blamed on the onions.

He, like a majority of his brothers, was not good at handling intense emotions like fear or anger or even love. Love scared him, it scared all of them, because loving someone like you was practically guaranteed heartbreak.

You weren’t meant for forever and now he finds out that… You were trying to cut it even shorter?

He closes his eyes and rests his head on the marble countertop.

He finds sweet escape in his dreams but everywhere he looks, he sees your face; He sees you smiling, crying. He sees your angry frown and even the face you make when you get scared from the horror movies you binged together.

He’s the youngest, he wasn’t used to being stuck. He was so used to his brothers solving all other problems they’ve ever faced but it didn’t feel right for him to sit on the sidelines during a time when you needed them all.

He concentrates and finds himself in your dreamless slumber. This empty, black abyss was sort of soothing in a way. He’s comforted by the fact that you’re alive and safe from nightmares. He decides then to pitch in.

He waits for Beel to leave with a bowl the size of a human’s cooking pot balanced on the tray in his hands before he gets up.

He lets Beel take some time with you and when he was sure that all his other brothers were busy doing their own things, he walks to your room.

“Listen, (MC). Just… Just because I made the mistake of taking your life, doesn’t give you the right to try leaving us early, okay? You’ve still got so much to do with all of us so.. Stay.”

You blinked at him and for a moment, he felt bad for the potentially awfully timed joke (of when he killed the other you… y’know that one time-) but when he sees you crack a smile…

He just knew that this meant something.

He walked over to you and pulled you into a tight embrace before he awkwardly walked out of the room.

He checks in on you every now and then, he brings you one of those extremely processed cans of Devildom Deadly Nightshade… the poisonous berries.

Obviously he got you the type you, as a human, could actually eat- but he got you to laugh at the ironic thought that he’d still be trying to kill you.

Again, Belphie wasn’t the best at… emotions. Frankly, he was quite bad at dealing with situations like this but seeing you go back to the you he knew… Seeing you slowly go back to running around the halls with Mammon as Lucifer chased you both.

He knows that they got you to stay a minute more… A minute that turned into an hour. They had you for another day, another week, another year, another decade.

About two weeks go by and the brothers observe you. They weren’t too sure on how to go about gauging your recovery; Were you even recovering?

They decide to take you on a trip to the human world, a few days before you have to go home.

They felt anxious about the whole thing- Were they ready to let you go? They knew that they weren’t saying goodbye but after that fateful day, it felt like this sense of impending doom. Surely, you weren’t going to do anything.

They brought you to this gorgeous beach, somewhere hidden away from all the tourists and the loud locals. It was a quaint little place that they found thanks to Levi. You were practically glowing in the sunlight, the orange that bled into red and yellow. The sky was painted so perfectly and the Sun was dipping down the horizon, slowly but surely.

The sea breeze was salty and you all found a spot by the edge where the water and the shore met. Lucifer and Satan set up the blankets, Beel and Asmo got the food out of the picnic baskets, and Mammon, Levi and Belphie readied the things needed to start a bonfire.

You stood by the water, your toes dipping into the waves that came and went. You were silent throughout the whole thing, it was quite unnerving to be frank. The brothers left you to your own accord; they didn’t want to assume anything in fear of offending you. When things were set up, they decided to join you by the waves.

“What’s gotten you so intrigued, (MC)?”

“I used to love sunsets. They always were so beautiful but in a way, they were always so sad because it always signified the end. The end of the day but also the end of something we learned to love.” You trail off for a moment, your eyes focused squarely on the setting sun.

“Night time scared me because it always meant that I’d be alone again. I’d have to go through the nightmares and the panic attacks alone. I hated night time.”

The brothers exchange glances worriedly. Where was this going?

“You made me realize that sunsets don’t always mean the end. Night time doesn’t always mean I’m alone. I was never able to appreciate the beauty of the stars or the Moon because I was scared.”

“You helped me realize that the sun rises again,” You turn to them and smile brightly.

“You made me want to stay a minute more.”

[taeyamayang]

LOVE LANGUAGE

ㅡhc on how they show affection

tokyo revengers | haikyuu | jujutsu kaisen

✦ BAJI & SANZU - acts of service

ㅡthe saying "actions speak louder than words" may have taken up a notch by these two. they would do literally anything to show their love (not bc they suck with words, but that could be a possibility too lmao). baji, compared to sanzu, is a bit softer, and by that i mean he is courteous like a gentleman. he opens the door, put his hand over your head when it starts drizzling, reaching high places, tying your laces when he sees it undone, cooking you breakfast in bed, etc. whereas sanzu would go lengths just for you. pick you up from work even if it's hundreds of miles away? sure. climb back to your 6th floor apartment for the wallet you forgot? no problem. punch your asshole-of-a-colleague on his face? he's good at that. these two will show their loyalty and devotion towards the small gestures and favors they do for you. so, better keep an eye on the details.

✦ MITSUYA & DRAKEN - words of affirmation

ㅡmitsuya and draken is the friend and lover 2-in-1 package. when you need someone to support you in times of crisis (mostly mental and emotional crisis) these two will soothe your nerves by their use of words. they have the ability shift your mood positively by the use of reassurance and advices. i'm pretty sure they are not aware of their ability to do so, but their oblivion actually adds to their charm. you just love how they look at you with bewildered faces as they wonder what they have done to cause you to smile from ear to ear. they don't know how much you adore watching and listening to them as they explain their perspective on things. you just love their unique way of thinking.

✦ RINDOU & INUI - physical touch

ㅡgod, these two can't keep their hands to themselves! they love touching, groping, and stroking every part of your body exposed to them. they take advantage of small spaces. they love sitting next to you when you eat out, intertwining hands while walking, when you rake your fingers through their hair as they lay their heads on your lap. they aren't afraid to show their love through intimate touches. hence, these two are probably the best kissers, i mean with the amount of practice they had i wouldn't doubt the premise. just... at night, keep it low for the neighbors.

✦ KOKONOI & HAKKAI - gift giving

ㅡthere are two types of gift givers (based on my expert opinion /sar) one that goes to the mall, picks an item that you like or would best suit you, purchasing it, then having it wrapped in the gifts section. on the other hand, the other type of giver would rather create a gift from scratch. the former is koko and the latter is hakkai. although, there is no "better giver" it's just that the style of giving depends on the person. i hc koko as the type of giver that when he sees an object and instantly reminds you if it, he will purchase it and gives it to you to show that he remembered you. whereas, hakkai, to me, is the type to create something from nothing. he's the type to mess around art materials, crafting a gift while thinking about you.

✦ MIKEY & IZANA - quality time

ㅡthey don't mind killing time looking at a sunsent and sitting next to you, or listen to you talk about a shitty movie you saw the other day, or sit through a rant about your neighbor who refuses to segregate their trash. every second and minute spent with you is precious. they find happiness and comfort in the most mundane moments; as long as the person they are with means so much to them every second is would mean a lot. they probably have one rule when going out tho, they don't want your phones stuck to your face. if they're spending time with you they want your full attention to them because in return they are entirely yours.

missed writing hcs so here ya go. hope ya enjoy it :) also, correct me if i'm wrong cos my memory is a bit hazy. izana has only appeared in the manga and not yet in the anime, right? so if you have not read the manga i suggest you not to search him to avoid spoilers. thanks.

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[michael-aftons-nonbinary-lover]

idk if ur requests are open but,, can I get either hcs or a oneshot for tse dave w/ a alt teenage reader also working the nightshift at the mall?? (platonic ofc) and they just annoy him every chance they get whenever they work their shift w/ him,, he dislikes them bc he doesn’t like their clothing and style like the old man he is but he finds out ltr on their parents kicked them out and they’re literally sleeping on the streets so he becomes more of a parental figure keeping them out of trouble and such?? ty!!,

I like these vibes. William/Dave having to put up with chaotic teens is a funnee vibe>:) (although, I'm gonna go with chaotic teen bc I don't really know anything about alt stuff, very sorry about that/gen)

Dave Miller w/ platonic!teen!reader

-When William had formed his persona, moved a town or two over and started working at a different diner in his own restaurant chain, he didn't think he would ever meet some kid who made him re-think every decision he'd ever made

-But there you were, in all your horrid, teenager glory, loudly screaming lyrics to songs that Dave had never even heard of before

-You found him kinda weird, but mostly funky, calling him things like, "skrunkly" and "blorbo". He has no fucking idea what that meant. He didn't really wanna find out, if he was being totally honest.

-He doesn't know why they need two night time security guards on staff, especially if one of those two is a somewhat annoying teen, but he doesn't say anything about it

-You absolutely write those "kick me" signs and put them on his back, but they say shit like "hug me", "I don't bathe", "my favorite movie is Clueless", and "my wife left me for a pool boy in the Bahamas". Every time it's something new, and every time Dave thinks about stuffing you into a suit and skipping town.

-You spend most of your night time shift avoiding any actual work and trying to get Dave to pay attention to you and have a conversation with you. Sometimes it works, other times it doesn't.

-He's watched you sleep on the job multiple times. Never brings it up to anyone else, though, because you're still in school and you probably need the sleep.

-If you don't have a good home life, Dave's house became a sort of safe haven for you where you would go and forgot your troubles from parents and/or siblings by getting Dave to watch slasher films late at night

-Every time he sees you on his front porch late at night, he considers murdering your family

-Absolutely despises your driving “skills”. Refuses to get in any car that you’re driving

-Just overall a very, "No, I'm not their dad, in fact I fucking hate them. Anyways, kid have you had water and food today?" relationship

(hey guys, sorry i havent made a return, my phone broke and i had to get a new one which is in the process of getting here, so im on my laptop for now)

[moonlightsolo]

Holy shitski that HS blurb was perfect! Part 2 or maybe a Harry styles fluff where reader passes out at a meet and greet bc they forgot to eat and stay hydrated (bc I would totally do that honestly lmao) and Harry is the sweetest and has to make sure they’re okay before continuing on.

falling

wc: 2.5k

pairing: harry styles x reader

warnings: fluff!!, harry caring for the reader, honestly it’s so sweet it will make u get cavities, platonic!!

note: thanks for being so patient w/ me!! i’m working on everyone’s requests slowly but surely :)

sweet creature had another talk about where it’s going wrong, but we’re still young….

you let out a frustrated groan in your sleep from your alarm disturbing your sleep. you roll over to blindly reach for your phone to turn it off. one eye peeks open to check the time. five am on the dot.

your lock screen reminds you what day it is. it’s the day of your harry concert.

you suddenly gasp in realization and sit straight up. you chug some water to help replenish some of your energy before hopping out of bed to throw your jacket over your pj’s. you push your feet into your slippers and out the door you go.

the drive to the arena isn’t terribly long and there’s about one hundred people in front of you when you arrive. soon, it’s nine-am and the line is wrapping around the street. you’ve been sitting on the cold ground, sleepy and waiting for the employees to hand out wristbands.

thankfully, harry allowed meet and greet packages to be sold for this tour and you refuse to speak of the money it costed you. which means you’ll get to go home, get a few hours of a nap in then wake up and drive back to the arena to meet harry styles.

finally, you’re handed your wristband. you’re number one hundred sixty-seven. you sprint back to your car, trying to beat the traffic of people to get back home.

after getting home, you collapse on your bed and fall back asleep with your shoes on.

the familiar sound of your alarm fills your ears. you sigh as you get up to start getting ready. after a shower and blowing drying your hair, you begin your makeup.

although your nerves are a mess and your hands are shaky and sweaty. you can’t eat because you’re nauseous, but you’re also nauseous because you haven’t eaten. you decide to drink some water instead, hoping that it will suffice for the time being.

for your outfit, you opt for denim mom jeans, a knitted sweater, and converse. you wanted to keep your outfit simple since you’ll be going all out with your concert outfit later tonight.

you drive yourself back to the venue, and park in the designated lot. you bring your water bottle and head toward the entrance where some people are lining up.

you can’t help but look over everyone else’s outfits and feel ridiculously underdressed. they’re all wearing extravagant matching suits and sparkly fabrics.

you turn your attention to twitter, scrolling through your mutuals tweets about the meet and greet.

canyonbree345: i’m so jealous of the people going to the meet and greet today. jealousy is a disease and i have it 😭😭😭

harry_isbae: one night only meet and greet?!?! harry that’s not fair.

you sigh and close your phone as the line starts moving forward. the employees ask for the digital ticket on your phone so you pull up the app and tap it against the reader. a ding signals it went through so you walk inside and put your belongings in a little basket before walking through the metal detector. “sorry, you’re not allowed to take that in.” the security guard points to your water bottle.

“okay, yeah that’s fine.” your voice shakes as you watch him throw away the plastic bottle.

once you’re free, you grab your things and follow the directions to where the venue employees are pointing for everyone to go.

you could feel the anxiety rising in your chest like a tsunami rushing toward the shore. your stomach growls from hunger and flips from your nerves being shot.

the group of people you’re with are lead to an area backstage with concrete walls and dim lights. there’s crew members dressed in all black rushing around as they prepare for the show tonight.

“okay everyone! sit tight. one group at a time will go through the curtain and harry will be behind them,” countless people squeal in excitement, “you’ll get a photo and you’ll have an allotted time of three minutes to talk before you have to move on.”

the mention of meeting him made you feel woozy. you wish you could take a sip of your water to calm yourself down.

soon the line began to move, people were plucked from the beginning of the line as others around you were talking amongst themselves in their groups.

you weren’t lucky enough to have a friend with you today so you just casually looked around and glanced at your phone.

soon the line was starting to shorten in front of you, only about three people until it was your turn. the black curtain swings open and someone on the other side gestures for the next person to walk through it.

you squint hard and barely caught a glimpse of someone’s tattooed arm. your blood runs cold and you stop breathing. you’re really about to meet harry styles. that was him.

the three minutes goes by insanely slow, then the last person in front of you is ushered forward.

you hear muffled voices and see the flash from the camera from under the dark fabric. your chest aches with anxiety and your head feels heavy. you're starting to feel unreasonably dizzy right now.

it’s your eyesight that starts to go first, black slowly trickles in from the sides and your whole body feels numb. you suck in a last breath, the air being ice cold as it travels into your lungs.

the last thing you remember is the thud of your phone slipping from your grasp and falling to the floor.

now, you don’t really know what happened next, but you definitely followed your phone. thankfully, someone had caught your head before it hit the ground.

the first thing you feel is your lungs, they feel heavy as you suck in a deep breath of fresh air. your fingers twitch at your side then your eyes flutter open. there are a group of workers crowded around you, some dressed in all black and some lady speaking into a walkie-talkie.

you groan in pain from the pounding in your head, then you look over to your left see the line behind you has been pushed back quite far. everyone in the line has wide eyes and are whispering amongst each other.

your rusty bones turn your head to the right, unexpectedly coming face to face with your idol. suddenly, you feel the existential dread of death. maybe you died, like actually died, and this is your heaven.

“are you okay?” his voice is deep and smooth, and his accent is to die for. (pun intended)

“no- yes. i don’t know…. what happened?“ your voice is slow and gravelly. you slowly start to sit up but he shakes his head no, “you need to lay down for a moment. they need to make sure you’re okay.”

someone next to you wraps a blood pressure cuff around your arm but you can’t take your eyes off of him. harry gets handed a water bottle which he unscrews to hand to the medical team member.

they aid in holding your head up as they give you sips of the cool liquid, “what’s your name? have you eaten anything today?” the medic asks.

“no. i haven’t. i wasn’t feeling good.” you respond once you swallow and tell them your name.

“we should probably get her a snack or something with sugar.” another person says.

your eyes dart around at the numerous people worried about you and your health.

slowly, the person beside you helps you sit up along with harry’s help. you’re able tohold onto the water bottle by yourself now, slowly sipping at it.

“are you feeling alright, love?” harry asks, still crouched down by your side.

you nod, eyes wide as you stare at him. you must look a mess right now. “we’re gonna take you to the hospital okay? just so we can run some blood work.” the person on the side of you says.

“no wait! what? i’m fine! i’m fine!” you protest as the medical person helps you stand up slowly.

“i woke up at three am for this and i’ve waited in a line and literally fainted and i can’t even meet him formally? or take a picture?” you sigh in defeat.

“please just let me take a picture?” you look up at the person holding onto your arm, tears are welling up in your eyes.

“only if you feel okay to.”

“yes! i said i was fine.” you spit your words out quickly.

“are you sure?” harry asks, standing there with his hands on his hips- kind of like a worried dad.

you nod your head vigorously, and harry reaches a hand out for you to take. you could scream right now. this isn’t real!

your shaky hand slides into his as he guides you behind the curtain. there’s a backdrop and a very nice expensive camera on a tripod. the photographer stops talking to someone sitting down and waves at you with a smile.

“hi.” you say nervously.

“you’re honestly a trooper. you fainted and still want to take a picture with me.” harry chuckles as he puts his arm around you to pose. he does an open mouthed smile as he points over to you.

you laugh and wrap your arm around his waist to press into his side, not purposely meaning to lean into him so much but you still feel weak. the photographer snaps a few photos of you laughing and then smiling directly at the camera.

“you’re just so special to me, harry.” you compliment him and pose for the picture with a peace sign behind his head.

“that means a lot, thank you.” he gives you a sheepish smile and squeezes your shoulder softly.

the photographer stops taking pictures when a timer goes off then goes to grab a bag of goodies for you. she hands it to harry and he hands it to you.

“there’s a bunch of stuff in there. some snacks too just in case.” he winks jokingly which makes you giggle.

“stay well, okay? i hope to see you tonight at the show.” he leans in for a hug which you gladly accept. you hold onto him for as long as you can, basking in the feeling of hugging harry styles.

“i’m actually going to be in the pit tonight.” you mention and harry raises his eyebrows with a questionable look.

“i’ll make sure that i get something to eat before i come.” you add quickly which makes him smile.

“good, good. i’ll keep an eye out for you then. no more passing out.” he chuckles.

“can i take a selfie with you?” you ask before you’re put back into the medic’s care.

“oh yeah, of course!" he slings his arm back around your shoulders and waits for you to get your camera ready.

you grab your phone, noticing a little crack in it but honestly you could not care. you hold the phone up at an angle and smile widely as harry puts a thumbs up. you look over it before sliding your phone in your pocket.

“thank you for everything. like honestly, i don’t know what i would do without you and your music.” your voice cracks and you swallow the lump in your throat.

harry knows you seem a bit emotional and he puts his hand on your shoulder in comfort. “thank you. i couldn’t do it without you.”

the medic takes a step into the room, making sure everything was okay. “okay i should go… thank you again. i love you. you’re amazing. i’ll see you tonight!” you point back at him as the medic starts to lead you away.

“and the same to you! thank you!” harry says before you disappear behind the barrier.

the medic sits you down in a wheelchair and hands you an orange juice container with a straw in it. you slowly sip at it as you get rolled past the line and back outside to an ambulance waiting for you.

you’re laid on a stretcher then lifted inside the vehicle to be taken to the hospital. on the way, you text your parents to tell them what happened while getting poked by needles and your upper arm suffocating from a blood pressure cuff.

your mom and dad meet you at the entrance, and while inside everything is a breeze. your doctor said your blood sugar dropped too low and in return you fainted. he just reminds you to stay hydrated and eat before big events.

once you’re discharged from the hospital, you rush your parents to bring you home. you quickly get ready, throwing on your clothing for the concert and your mom makes you finish a whole plate of dinner and three glasses of water.

your friend meets you at your house in her matching outfit. you’re wearing blue wide leg trousers, a white and blue printed halter top and converse. you’re also wearing white goggle sunglasses with a leather purse. your friend is wearing the exact same thing but in pink.

she gives you a huge hug before ushering you to the car. you can’t help but show off the picture you took with him and telling her all about what happened and how you fainted. you both get to the arena quite late because of your hospital visit, but you still get a good spot in the pit nonetheless.

your friend goes to get you a water bottle and a snack you won’t eat but you’re grateful that she’s worried. jenny lewis starts to play and you can’t help but sit down in the back because of your legs being weak. you do cheer as loud as you can after every song since she is a great performer.

then the songs go by that harry plays at all his shows. you sing to olivia by one direction, i’m coming out by diana ross, and bohemian rhapsody by queen.

sweet thang by shuggie otis plays and then harry starts to rise from the stage to play golden. you can’t help but to scream, jump and dance like you never have before.

“oh my god! it’s really him! oh my god!” your friend screams loudly as she dances with you.

he sings a few more songs before he starts to talk to the crowd. “i’m looking for a certain person tonight in this pit.” his eyes scan the crowd on the opposite side you’re standing on.

“i have a sleepy friend in the crowd named, y/n.”

you could say you almost passed out again.

you scream as loud as you can as you jump in place. you and your friend scream and wave your arms in attempt to get his attention.

“over here! over here! that’s me!”

the crowd begins to notice your ruckus and start to point at you and yell at harry. “over here?” he speaks into the mic and walks over to your side. the spotlight moves around the crowd until it finds you.

“ah! there she is!“ harry points at you with a big dimpled smile, “this next song is dedicated to you.”

he gets handed a guitar and begins to strum the beginning to falling. the crowd goes quiet as they listen to the beautiful song.

“no fucking way! that’s so embarrassing!” you scream at him which makes him laugh.

harry really dedicated falling to you since you fainted. wow, what a cheeky man.

you and your friend did enjoy the performance though, swaying side to side together as you listen to the blissful sound of harry’s voice.

fainting could have been the best and worst thing to happen to you today, but knowing you met harry and he dedicated a song to you (and your accident) made everything better.

[silversatoru]

can you please do a gojo x reader from when gojo is a second year? the reader would be a really powerful sorcerer and everyone, including him, is super in love with her bc she’s basically the female version of him (except not an asshole) and he starts to realize he’s starting to catch feelings as they become friends but he knows that he has too much on his hands and doesn’t want to ruin things with her so he never does anything about it and instead goes on meaningless dates to have fun (pls make it angsty!!!) and she’s a strong person so she tries to not make it look like it gets to her!!! you can add anything else (:

denial

gojo satoru x f!reader

synopsis: you and satoru were destined for each other, but he fucked up one too many times

tags/warnings: angst, student gojo is a complete whore, that’s it lmao

a/n: i have been craving some straight up angst, thank u <3

you and satoru have always gone head to head — rivals since you became a student here at tokyo metropolitan curse technical college. he was born with the admired six eyes, enhancing his already spectacular abilities he inherited from the gojo bloodline. and you were the one born to challenge him, the one responsible for keeping his massive ego in check.

your jujutsu technique wasn’t quite as flashy as his — and you didn’t get cool icy blue eyes that were so bright they could practically glow in the dark — but you were incredibly powerful, and that’s what mattered. you’ve made satoru question himself since the day you met, and because of that you often resided inside his head even when he didn’t want you there. satoru didn’t like when his title as “the strongest student” was disputed, but there was something about your ability to threaten him that lead to an infatuation.

the day he realized he loved you was the worst day of his life, because as much as he wanted to obey his feelings, it was in both of your best interest for him to ignore them. satoru had a target on his back, and if he drug you into the mess that was his life of responsibility, it would ruin the friendship you two already had. he promised himself that he’d be content with staying friends — that he’d protect you even if it cost him his heart.

so, he filled the void with other girls — girls who were sorcerers and girls who weren’t, he really wasn’t picky. the way that his dorm room had quickly turned into a revolving door of new girls disgusted you, but you stood no position to question him. the two of you never dated, never even considered dating, but you’d be lying if you said there wasn’t some tension.

you’ve loved satoru for far too long, and for a while you were convinced that he felt the same way. it wasn’t until he started seeing practically every girl in tokyo that you realized he didn’t. he was selfish, he was an asshole, and he had a massive ego — you were dumb to think that he’d ever feel that way for you. you both carried the same burden, and you thought that made you special, but it didn’t.

except for that it did. in satoru’s eyes, you were the most special thing he’d ever seen. these girls were just a distraction — he really didn’t want them, he wanted you. he wanted you more than anything, but you were off limits; he refused to drag you into his world.

being next in line after satoru in terms of power meant that you were reasonably popular yourself. people are drawn to power — that’s why they love satoru and that’s why they love you. maybe that’s why suguru asked you to lunch one day — or maybe he actually liked you, you weren’t quite sure. it was always so hard to tell.

but the lunch went well; suguru was sweet and treated you with complete kindness. it was the utter opposite of talking to satoru, who was cocky and horribly over-confident. you enjoyed it, you really did, but you felt nothing but guilt when you looked at suguru and wished that satoru was sitting in his place. it was unfair to make false promises to the dark-haired boy — promises that you didn’t mean and couldn’t fulfill, so you didn’t.

sorry, suguru, i just don’t think i’m looking for this kind of thing right now.

is it satoru? is that why?

no, i-

it’s okay, i see the way you look him, it’s the same way he looks at you — like you’re both behind glass, unable to reach each other.

and that was that.

but satoru didn’t catch wind of your rejection, he’d just heard you were in the city with suguru — on a date. it infuriated him, knowing that his best friend was stealing the girl of his dreams, but it’s not like he’d ever been honest about his feelings either. no one knew his genuine feelings towards you; honestly sometimes even he forgot about them. in fact, he was forgetting about them right now as he drowned himself in another girl’s soft lips and flowery perfume.

the taste of her tongue against his was stale, and he imagined that yours would taste much better — in fact sometimes he actually liked to imagine that it was you. but he had to remind himself that things were better this way for you; suguru would treat you better than someone like him ever could.

so you could imagine his surprise when you showed up at his door that night, angry tears leaking from your furious eyes.

“i’m in love with you, satoru,” you stated matter-of-factly as soon as he opened the door; but it was more of a threat and less of a statement.

it felt good to get it off your chest, to finally make your feelings known and feel the weight melt off your shoulders. you’d been confining it all within yourself for much too long.

“you’re what?” his expression was one of bewilderment; “weren’t you just out with suguru?” 

“yeah,” you sighed, demeanor falling to the floor as you relived the guilt of turning him down, “he’s sweet, but when i looked at him, all i wanted to see was you”. 

it pained your heart to admit that — part of you wished that you would have fallen for suguru instead, things would certainly be easier. 

satoru held his tongue, which he doesn’t do very often, and really mulled over what he would say to you next. he decided that maybe things could work out between the two of you — maybe he could love you and keep you safe all at once. maybe, just maybe, the two of you could thrive more together than you ever did on your own. maybe he was ignorant to ever think differently.

“i love you t-,” the words fell from his tongue so easily, like they were meant to be there all along — he was stepping forward, arm outstretched, ready to hold your face in his hand like he’d always dreamed of doing.

“satoru, who the hell-,” a female voice interrupted, his cracked door swinging open and revealing a girl you’d never seen before.

he was so stupid, so stupidly wrapped up in his own world that he’d forgotten about the other girl who was waiting in his room. and now he was frozen in time, inches from kissing you, holding you, enveloping you in his arms for the first time.

your face twisted in disgust, hot tears watering in your eyes as your last shred of hope shattered to the floor. he was so full of himself that he was willing to confess his love to you while another girl sat inside his room. gojo satoru was a piece of shit.

if only he’d known how much he’d destroy your friendship by trying to ‘save’ it. if only he’d known how much he’d miss you once you were gone. if only he’d taken the chance and loved you the way you deserved to be loved, when you deserved it.

the two of you were destined for each other, but he fucked up one too many times.