#but then i remembered oh ya ... character A can just clean it all away with a snap of their fingers

[alistair-blackwood]

i love sincerely love working with dungeon meshi's magic system and the way mana sickness is depicted, like it has the breadth and scope for some truly powerful and wacky fun shit, but you can also easily bring down the hammer when you want to put the characters in difficult situations they can't get out of without a little creativity. i found when writing for baldur's gate 3 that, unless i was in a modified setting, i was hard-pressed thinking up fun ways for characters to solve their problems without just using magic, especially for the small things. i mean, what fun is throwing a character into a river and needing to warm them up when you can just cast prestidigitation?? it's one of the first things a novice can learn and also it's a cantrip, it literally costs nothing!

[satorusugurugurl]

Romance for the Recently Deceased

Summary: When Choso and his family Move into a farmhouse on the countryside. He’s very pleased to find a ghost living in his attic.

Characters: Kamo Choso x AFAB!ghostreader

Warnings: Language, mentions of death, drowning, sex, ghost sex! 😘

Word Count: 2.2K

A/N Kinktober day 10! Beetlejuice! So I kinda took some themes from Beetlejuice and made it a short romance! Like parts from the movie and musical.enjoy!

Moving to the countryside had been a complete shock to Choso. He had been frustrated leaving behind Tokyo and all of his friends. But seeing Yuuji and the girls running around the halls in the large countryside home made it tolerable. Well, that, along with the attic.

They had been living in the house for nearly a month, and the last moving truck had brought the rest of their stuff from Tokyo. Choso walked in, holding a bag full of books in one hand. He had just returned to town after walking the kids to school when he heard footsteps from the kitchen. He followed them, rolling his eyes as he watched his adopted dad’s Gojo and Suguru fighting over a box full of plates.

“They’re original Suguru, plus they’re super cool and fitting for the house!!”

Suguru snarled before yanking the box of plates out of Gojo’s hands. “Satoru, if you don’t let me gut out this house and make it my own, I will go insane, and I’ll take you with me.��� Upon hearing that, Gojo promptly releases the box with a pout.

“That’s just cruel. The last owner of the house must’ve loved them. I don’t see why we have to give them away.” Choso shot a glance towards the stairs. “

“Well, that person doesn't get a day on what tableware we use now.” Suguru huffed, blowing some of his bangs out of his face. “We have our plates, and people in desperate need of plates could use these.”

Yeah, that was something you would say.

“Hey.” Choso finally announced his presence, walking into the kitchen and heading straight for the fridge.

“Hey Cho, ya’ get the kids to school, okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll pick them up in a bit too.”

Choso grabbed a bottle of water before slowly making his way out of the kitchen. “Oh, Choso, have you seen the skeleton key around? The realtor said she dropped it off, but we can’t find it anywhere..” Suguru asked just as Choso rounded the corner to bound up to his favorite part of the entire house. “We wanted to get up to the attic to clean it out. But I can’t find that damn key.”

Choso gently grabbed the edge of the wall, pulling himself back to look into the kitchen, ignoring the weight in his pocket because of said skeleton key. “Nope, I haven’t seen it all.” His adopted father shared a look before shrugging.

“Oh well, we’ll get to it when we can.”

Yeah, there wasn’t a chance in hell they were ever getting into the attic. That was going to be a sanctuary, the one place that was left untouched by their hands. Even if he had to change the locks continuously, he would.

Because that was your space, you were the house's original owner before death. All your items were there, and you had made yourself a lovely little studio apartment—one that Choso found peace in. The attic and you had been the best part of this move.

When Choso first moved in, he was given the skeleton key by the realtor herself. He fully intended to use that key to get into the attic, which was mysteriously still locked, no matter how many times they tried to open it and make it his space—having three younger siblings and two adoptive dads who were constantly on top of each other. It made it difficult for him to find peace aside from the college courses he took online.

He can still remember that day you met. He had opened the attic door with ease. Slowly creeping it open, it was surprisingly dust-free. That itself should’ve been his first sign that something was going on. There was a sudden crash from off further inside before you came, stumbling out, wearing nothing but a sheet with holes in it. Choso was surprised to see somebody was in the attic.

“What the hell?” He asked, more annoyed than scared at this point.

“Oooooh~~!” You wiggled your arms underneath the sheet, trying to be menacing and scary. “I’m a scary ghost! Begone human!”

Choso snickered, pinning a brow at you as he crossed his arms over his chest. “This is supposed to be scary?” he questioned, biting back a laugh as you stomped your foot on the ground.

“Yes!”

“Well, I hate to break it to you, honey bee, but it’s not.” He shook his head, pulling his cell phone out and snapping photos of you. “What’s going to be scary is when Suguru finds out you put holes through his Egyptian cotton sheets.”

Choso flipped through his camera, looking at the photos he had just taken of you, surprised to see your feet weren’t showing up. He zoomed in and out and realized that not only were your feet invisible, but your little hands peeking out from under the sheet weren’t visible either. He blinked, looking back at you with curiosity.

“What are you?”

That’s when you pulled the sheep down, revealing your pretty face. “I’m a ghost, dammit!” Choso couldn’t help but stare. You were so lovely, your skin was flawless, and your hair was beautiful; the frustration that was etched into your features was cute.

“You don’t look dead when I imagined seeing a ghost dealer usually mangled their gross and decaying.”

“Well, I guess I’m one of the lucky ones!” You paused for a long moment. “Wait.” You blinked, eyes going wide. “You can see me?!”

“Yeah.” Choso grinned while walking towards the sofa and flopping down on it. “Ya’ know, you’re really pretty for a ghost.”

He swears that even to this day, he watched you flush at his compliment. “W-Well, thank you. But you’re kinda strange” You folded the sheet up and placed it on a table with a stack of books.

“I myself am strange and unusual. I’m Choso, what’s your name?”

That night had been the beginning of your strange and unusual friendship. One that was constantly full of laughter and jokes. Along with heartache over what had happened to you. You weren’t allowed to leave your house for the next fifty years, stuck on earth until it was your time to go to the afterlife. And the seven months had been exhausting. You couldn’t remember a lot about your death. But the people in town said you had saved a little boy from drowning in the river just by your house.

So many people called you a hero, but you just saw yourself doing the right thing when no one else would. That, along with your personality and looks, made it relatively easy for Choso to fall in love with you. A ghost of all people. But that didn’t change how he felt about you.

No matter what happened, he would ensure your attic, the space that had grown to be both your space sacred. He would never take that away from you because he refused to let anything happen to you.

Reminiscing over the last month made the long path to the attic stairs short. As he approached the door, he was welcome to buy the soft beat of the music playing, only loud enough for someone to hear if they approached it. He knocked three times before opening the door with the skeleton key in his pocket.

“Hey, I’m back.”

Choso looked around the attic, finding you swaying to the music as you dog through one of the mini boxes still lingering around the attic full of your stuff. You were so cute in your maroon hoodie and leggings. You hummed to the lyrics he didn’t care about before he snuck up on you, grabbing you by the waist.

“Ah!” You screamed as he scared you, the ghost of the attic. “Oh shit Cho you scared me!”

He hummed with a soft chuckle before bearing his face in the side of your neck. For some unknown reason, he was able to touch and feel you. Making it so much easier to fall for you, even if you were a ghost. He inhaled deeply, pressing kisses along your neck before you leaned back into him, letting him lead you around the attic toward the couch.

“God, I miss you, " he whispered, holding you close. I missed you so much.”

You melted into him, for once feeling human. You hummed, wishing you could be more to him than he was to you. Alive and real. But to Choso, you were alive and very much real to him.

“Did you have a good morning?”

“Mhmm, I got the kids to school before I stopped at the bookstore and grabbed the newest book in your favorite series.”

You gasped, glancing at the bag he had brought in earlier. Choso honestly spoiled you in every way, shape, and form. “Oh my, you're the best!” you rolled so you were sitting on your knees, looking down at him. “What could I do to repay my big, buff, gothyfriend~.”

He smirked, flashing you his white teeth, “You want to thank me.” He grabbed you by the ass and pinning you underneath him on the couch “I think I know how you can.”

He hovered above you before slipping your leggings. You felt heat rush to your cheeks as he tossed them across the room. Every little thing the man did got you going; from the most gentle touches to the talking, you were constantly wet and willing for him. He yanked your panties down before settling between your legs, moaning as he pressed his nose against your curls. His hot breath and stubble tickled your thighs and pussy as he inhaled.

“God, I want you constantly,” His tongue darted out, licking ever so slightly at your folds, “you have no idea how down bad I am for you.” He breathed against your cut, pressing his tongue flat against you and sliding it up and down your pussy.

Choso licked and lapped at you till you were a withering and sweaty mess. He had complete and total control over your body, bringing you close to the edge of an orgasm before pulling back. He knew how to touch you. That tracing slow lazy circles over your clit drove you insane; how to quicken the pace and when to stop before you went over the edge.

‘Choso, please,” you pleaded, “I need you, fuck me, please.” it came out as a wordless moan, but you still managed to get the words out. He leaned back, licking the traces of your wet arousal off his slightly swollen lips, “Please.” you begged, reaching up and tugging at his shirt.

That was all the encouragement he needed as he stripped quickly, ridding himself of his clothes. He was bare naked now, sitting in front of you, his hands pulling away your bra and t-shirt, leaving you completely bare in front of him before Choso lined himself in front of you, his forehead against yours as the tip of his cock pressed against your opening.

‘I need you too, Honey-Bee.” He whispered as he pushed himself into your aching wet cunt, pushing himself in until he was balls deep inside of you. You both panted against one another's lips, taking in the feeling of becoming one with each other before Choso started moving against your much more relaxed body.

His thrusts were lazy, rhymed, and slow-paced. In and out of you, he was making sweet love to you. As his hips moved, Choso placed sweet-mouthed kisses against your lips and neck while he grunted and whispered your name against your cool skin. Your fingers scratched into his back while the heels of your feet dug into his ass, pulling him deeper inside of you and bringing you to the edge of a powerful orgasm; you whimpered, biting at his shoulder as he kept you on the edge, not quite ready to let you cum just yet.

“Choso, fuck baby.” His slow pace began increasing as he started grunting himself, all while trying to hold back, “fuck me right there, please.” you gasped out as the head of his cock brushed against your g-spot, “Choso, nnngh fuck baby.” he thrust deeper and harder against that sweet spot until you were clamping down on him cumming hard. “Choso.” You were about to start screaming his name to the heavens, but he silenced both of you by sealing your lips together as he followed you over the edge.

The warmth of his seed coated your walls as he grunted into the kiss, continuing to thrust, milking himself inside of you. All the while, you whimpered and moaned into his mouth as you pulsated and clamped down on him. The two of you worked each other through your orgasms before he collapsed on top of you, panting roughly.

“I think I’m falling in love with you.” he whispered, holding you close ‘God, I do. You’re the best thing about this whole move, and I hope you know that.”

“And you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me while in life and death. I think I’m falling for you too, Choso.” You both lay there in silence, content and happy that he was in your attic, where you met the man of your dreams.

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[giggle-guru]

Cheater

@sirhusk Success! This one was really interesting to write actually, I didn’t think Pentious would be so fun to mess around with vocabulary wise. The beginning was a little rough but I think I got the character down at the end. I didn’t want to keep you waiting too long! I hope you enjoy it 🥰

Word Count: 2011

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Husker was a well-known gambler. Despite losing his Overlord title long ago, he was still remembered by some of the older demons within Hell and fiddled around with a few tricks. It was late at the bar so Husk had no patrons to attend to. The hotel was quiet as the habitants were likely off sleeping, or in Angel’s case working. He finished cleaning the glasses and reorganized the bottles and cans a while ago, so he pulled out a deck of cards he kept under the counter to pass the time. As he shuffled and practiced some of his old moves, he heard a voice break the silence.

“Husssker? Good that you’re open.”

He instantly knew who it belonged to. Looking up in mild surprise, he was greeted by the slithering figure of the snake demon, Sir Pentious. He let out a sigh, but he wasn’t actually annoyed that the snake had shown up. The company was appreciated because Charlie insisted he stayed open into the later hours to ‘get ready for when the hotel is a huge success’. After all, Pentious was…a friend of his, despite his more excitable and loud personality.

“Yeah. Charlie insisted that I start opening later for when guests bombard this shithole. But what about you? What are you doing here this late?” His voice was as scruff as it usually was as he raised a brow.

Sir Pentious moved with a serpant-like grace as he slithered up to the bar to take a seat. He let out a slightly dramatic sigh in response to Husker’s question. “I’m taking a break. I’d thought you’d be familiar with the concccept.” He quipped jokingly. “Coming up with ssschemes takes a lot of brain power, you know.”

Husker chuckled as Pentious snaked up sat down. He assumed that he would be here for a drink, so he set his cards down to grab him a glass, giving him a small smirk as he spoke. “Yeah, yeah, I’m familiar with it alright. What can I get ya, something strong?”

The serpent was going to get a drink. It was what he came down here for, after all. But his eyes locked onto the deck of cards previously in his hands. “Cardsss?” He spoke slowly, eyes narrowing as his gaze flashed up to give Husker a toothy, devious grin. “I don’t sssuppossse you’re any good with them, are you?”

Husk glanced down at the cards, picking them back up before looking at him. “Pfft, yeah, I’m good. Why? You want to play?” He put the glass away and moved to begin shuffling them, his eyes holding a hint of mischievousness. He’d never played cards with the demon before, and his interest intrigued him.

A flicker of excitement filled Pentious’ eyes as Husk replied, and he let out a scoff-like hiss of a laugh, leaning in closer as his tongue poked out in interest. He rested his chin in his hand watching as the cat-demon shuffled. “Play? Oh yesss, I very much want to play. You have no idea how long it’sss been sssinccce I’ve had a good game of cardsss. I think we’re going to have a jolly good game!” His voice held a sly tone.

Husk placed the deck down, picked up his cards, and examined them closely. He smirked mischievously before looking up. “Alright, you’re on. You’re in for a good game, so don’t give up on me if I kick your ass.”

Pentious chuckled, filing out his deck and glancing at his cards. He was well aware of Husker’s skill, yet he was still cocky. He was confident in his abilities and was determined to win. “Hah! Preposssterousss! You dare underessstimate the cunning intellect of Sssir Pentious? A game of cardsss is but a trifling matter for a mind asss sharp asss mine!”

So the games began. And it didn’t take long for Husker to win the first game. And the rematch. And the next rematch. And the next. At first, Sir Pentious assumed that it was just bad luck. But as the games continued Pentious' confidence quickly started to fall, his sly smile falling with every victory. The snake demon's slender frame got visibly more annoyed as he grew increasingly suspicious of Husker for cheating.

And there’s no denying he was. He was counting and marking cards with a barely noticeable bend, pulling the correct cards that would benefit him. He could read Pentious' body language like a book, and it didn’t take long for the snake demon to snap. After winning the thousandth rematch, Pentious let out a loud and irritated hiss and slammed his fist down on the counter. “Sssir Pentious never sssucks at anything! Thisss isss an outrage! A travesssty! A ssscandal of monumental proportionsss! You’re cheating aren’t you?”

Husker chuckled and leaned against the counter, cards still in hand with a small smile on his face. “Oh, come on, Pentious. What makes you think I’m cheating?” His sly grin widened as he purposely taunted him more.

“There’sss no quessstion about it! I demand an admisssion by the guilty party!” He threw his arms up in a dramatic fashion before standing and moving behind the bar. “You’re usssing trickery! Confess and ssstop thisss already!” His eyes narrowed.

Husk watched slightly surprised at Pentious moving behind the bar. He maintained eye contact with the snake demon, loving every minute he was under his skin. It was clear he was losing his temper, tail twitching in frustration. “I ain’t confessing to a damn thing. You’re just mad ‘cause you’re losing.”

Sir Pentious was not taking any more of his taunts. He stopped a mere foot or two away from him and crossed his arms. “Admit it, or I’ll forccce it out of you!”

The cat demon just laughed slightly, putting down the cards. “Oh, really? I’d like to see you try, Pent.” The snake was very close, and Husker could practically feel the heat radiating from him. Despite that, he was still unbothered.

Pentious needed no more provocation, as in the blink of an eye he grabbed Husker and pinned him to his chest. “If you think that a few cheap tricksss will get you out of thisss, then think again. Becaussse if you continue to lie to me, I’ll have no choice but to... tickle you into sssubmission!”

Husk froze for a split second, more out of surprise than fear. Then, he burst into a gravelly laugh, leaning back in Pentious’s hold as if the whole thing was a joke. "Tickle me into submission? Seriously? That’s the best you’ve got?"

Sir Pentious’s eyes narrowed further as his grin grew more wicked. "Oh, you underessstimate me, Husk. I’ve sstudied the art of villainy to perfection! And while you might find thiss amussing now, you won’t be sssmiling ssso sssmugly sssoon.” The snake demon’s tail flicked sharply, curling up to Husk’s side. Husk flinched, trying to jerk away on instinct, but Pentious tightened his grip.

“Hold ssstill, you deccceitful feline!” Sir Pentious hissed, his fingers wiggling dramatically like an evil mastermind preparing for his grand plan. “You’ve forced my hand, or rather, my clawsss!”

Husk snorted, attempting to maintain his cool facade. “You’re really leaning into this whole villain act, huh?” The words had barely left his mouth before Pentious’s slippery fingers and tail struck. The sudden, precise jabs to his sides sent an involuntary jolt through Husk, followed by a low, rasping laugh that he couldn’t fully suppress.

“Ah-ha! Ssso, you are ticklish!” Pentious spoke triumphantly, his grip tightening as he went in with renewed vigor. “Confesss your crime, Husssk, or faccce the wrath of my relentlessss tickling ssstrategies!”

Husk squirmed, huffing through his teeth as he swatted weakly at Pentious’s hands. “Cut it out, you oversized garden hose!” he barked between half-suppressed chuckles. He squirmed and continued struggling to contain his laughter.

Pentious leaned in closer, his grin positively devilish. “Not until you admit your treachery, you conniving cat! Ssso confesss, or prepare for never ending laughter!” He quickly sped up the wiggling of his fingers and moved slightly higher, up to his ribs while his tail stayed low.

Husk’s composure crumbled as the snake demon’s tail and fingers found the sensitive spots between his ribs. A deep, raspy laugh burst out of him as he thrashed slightly, his hands pushed futilely against Sir Pentious’s hands and tail as the snake’s grin widened with villainous delight.

“D-damn it, Pent! Quit it!” Husk growled through his laughter, his voice cracking slightly under the relentless tickling. He can’t help but throw his head back with a surprised and slightly embarrassed squeal when his tail moved from his side to his hip.

Sir Pentious’ grin grew impossibly wider as he caught the sharp squeal that escaped Husk’s lips. He froze for a dramatic moment, eyes gleaming with mischief as his tail hovered near the feline’s hip.

“Oh ho! What’sss thisss?” he hissed with exaggerated delight, his voice dripping with mockery. “Isss that a weak ssspot I sssee? Oh, Husssk, my dear friend, you’ve made a grave missstake by revealing it to me!” Before he moved to focused his energy on digging soft circles into his hips.

The cat demon let out an even louder laugh, his composure completely shattered as he twisted and bucked against the assault. “Fuck! P-Pentious!” Husk barked, his voice cracking between involuntary bursts of laughter. His arms flailed as he tried to push Pentious away, but the snake demon’s grip remained firm, his tail relentless.

“Sssurrender, Husk! Admit your guilt, and I may sssee fit to ssstop thiss torturouss punishment!” Pentious declared, his tone both commanding and ridiculously theatrical. If anything, he digs into Husk’s soft fur more.

“C’mon! C-Cut it out! You’re never gonna get me to c-confess like this!” Husk laughed out, snorts beginning to slip through his laughter as he began to realize that he just might have to tell Pentious what he wanted to hear.

Pentious leaned in closer, enough that his breath even tickled the back of his neck. Though, the voice was still slightly shrill. “But I’ve already won, Husssker! Every chuckle you make isss a ssstep toward your sssurrender!” The snake demon’s fingers moved up, targeting the sensitive area just under Husk’s armpits, and Husk let out a startled yelp. It was his final straw, as his body squirmed and his mind struggled to catch up with the onslaught of ticklish sensations. “Admit it, admit your treachery, or I’ll keep going! I will not ssstop until you do!” He teased.

“Aha! Shit, okay! F-Fine! I cheated, I cheated!” He squealed, gasping for breath as he laughed hysterically and gave up squirming.

Pentious pulled back instantly, his grin smug as he released Husk with a theatrical flourish of his hands and tail. “Ah-hah! A confession at last! Oncce again, the mighty Sssir Pentiousss prevailsss!” He straightened up dramatically, fluffing his cape and tail like he’d just won some great battle.

Husk, now free, stumbled slightly as he tried to catch his breath. He leaned against the bar and he shot Pentious a glare, though his expression was softened by the flush on his cheeks. “You’re the absolute worst, you know that?”

The snake demon adjusted his hat smugly, his tail curling with satisfaction. “Why, thank you, Husssk! I take that asss the highesst of complimentsss. Now, perhapsss you’ll think twice before trying to cheat me again!”

Husk can’t help his slight eye roll, though he was still smiling. “Yeah, yeah. Message loud and clear. So you want a proper game now?”

Pentious perked up at the sound of that. “A proper game, you sssay? One free of your petty deccception and underhanded tacticsss? Of courssse!” He moved back to the other side of the bar. “Prepare yourssself, Husssk, for I intend to prove my unrivaled ssstrategic ssuperiority!”

Husk let out a low chuckle, and with a shake of his head as he shuffled the deck of cards. “Sure, Pent. Sure.” He could only hope that Pentious would believe him when he plays fair and still kicks his ass.

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I honestly forgot how much fun writing was. It’s such a nice exam studying break, so honestly until exams are over for me mid December I’ll be pretty active. Thank you again for reading if you did, it brings me so much joy hehe ☺️

[dyslexicmammon]

Unwanted

Characters: Lucifer (Obey me!), Solomon (Obey me!) [not together]

CW// SFW, Angst ig? Yelling, Implied Lucifer x Mc, Implied Solomon x Mc, Nightbringer MC/attendant MC, You/Your pronouns used

A/N: Hiii~ I haven't written something in ages and I literally cannot remember how this drabble came about but, here you go. I couldn't find a way to end it because for me, Solomon is very hard to write for/about. The ending is open to add onto if you would like! uhhh idk what else to add. I'm gonna try and write more of my ideas since I'm having a hard time with art atm. Again this is just a short drabble lol

Chapter 2 / Ao3 / Divider Credit

“Here's some food Lucifer, you haven’t eaten all day and I’m worried- '' You were cut off by a groan. Lucifer rubbed his brow and with disdain in his voice “If I was hungry I would have come down to eat at the agreed times. I don’t need you out of all people to worry about me. Leave.” He touches his tongue with his gloved hand then goes to turn the page of the documents he’s currently working on, not daring to look up from his work. 

Tears well up in your eyes as you place the well-prepared food you had made for the ungrateful Avatar of Pride down on his desk. On your way out you accidentally slam his study door behind you. You suddenly get a ping on your D.D.D, with its familiar and expected buzz you knew it was Solomon “I’m waiting outside ❤ ️”. You begin to move away from Lucifer's study, sighing and clutching your D.D.D to your chest. You hear a faint call of your name from behind the door. Ignoring it, you begin to make your exit. 

The tears are having a hard time staying in as they desperately roll down your cheeks. In the main hall you spot Mammon and Beel who were talking about dinner. Desperately trying to go unrecognised by them you begin to walk further to the left of the hall you were now sharing. “Where do ya think you’re going mc??” Mammon reaches out to grab your arm. Without thinking you pull away, only sniffling in response. “Yeah we haven’t had dinner yet” Beel says with a sympathetic half smile. Wiping your tears aside and in a shaky voice you apologise to the hungry demon. Looking at him, hoping to see that compassionate smile you once knew from your long nights hanging out and eating snacks. Only to be met with a faint smile from the gluttonous demon.

Mammon laughs nervously, feeling the tension in the air then announces “It's okay Beel! We don’t need some attendant taking care of us! We got this!” and giving his brother a slap on the back. Feeling unwelcome from the 2 oldest brothers' attitude you pick up your pace once again and head straight for the front door. A couple moments pass or faint grumbles from both demons until you hear the Avatar of Greed as he runs and reaches for your hand “Hey! You haven’t had dinner yet either!”. Unable to hold back the tears anymore, a steady stream begins to trail down your face as you start crying uncontrollably. “You said it yourself! You can cook yourself and your brother's dinner just fine. You can also clean up after yourself. You don’t need me! so let go Mammon!” You had never raised your voice at any of them before. After pulling yourself free from his grasp, you exclaim “Solomon is taking me out to dinner & I have to go. Not that you people care if I’m here or not. Oh and don’t bother cooking for Lucifer either.” Suddenly looking up at the banister, like he had control over your body you noticed the demon himself. Trying to hide the panic in your eyes you wipe away your tears and swiftly begin your descent upon the front door once more, ready to brace the elements. “Have a nice night.” you say, your voice cracking a little before slamming the door behind you. 

With the tension seemingly broken by the wooden door now between you and the avatars the tears flow harder than ever before and the air becomes heavy in your lungs. That's when you hear light human footsteps rushing towards you. Solomon was now staring in shock. With his face merely inches away from your own. He quickly but gently wraps his arms around you and holds the back of your head. “Oh my, Mc what's happened? Why are you upset?” Responding to his touch, your arms snake around his chest as you wail into his shoulder. Hearing the demons on the other side fast approaching, he picks you up and casts a shield spell to protect you and silence the yells of a certain white haired demon.  

“Let's get you out of here my love, our date can wait” he quickly begins to escort you away from the HOL. You can hear faint yells from what you assume to be the brothers calling your name...

[the-fiction-witch]

GIRL P1

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins (Younger Jack Navy Years)

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Sweet

I sat on my bed inside my cabin and tossed my lucky coin between my fingers my book in hand tried to get this damn reading done but it wasn't exactly going well. A dirty grimy head pops around the door, "You comin'?" Mick asked with a wide enthusiastic smile, "No thanks," I told him, "Jack. Come on." He whined as he leant on the door frame, "Don't be borin'," "I'm fine being boring," I shrugged, "Yeah, and I ain't. Come on! I'll buy ya a drink?" "I'm fine Mick really," "When did ya last get your sorry blonde butt off this boat?" "…uhhh…" I honestly didn't remember, "When did ya last have some beer that weren't watered down?" "You think it isn't at the tavern?" "It'll be less watered down," "… Maybe six months," "We've been at sea longer than that ya lil shit," "Then I don't know," "When was the last time ya even sniffed a girl?" "uhh… I think I saw a girl last time we docked, don't think I was close enough to sniff her though…" "Jack, let's go. walk or I shove ya." "Fine," I rolled my eyes and set my book down, "Yes! Come on I'll buy ya a drink," he said as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder so I couldn't get out of this, "Where are we going then?" "Ahh there is this amazing place me and the boys know just down the street we'll be plenty close to the ship, the drinks are strong, the pies are full and the girls…. are gorgeous," He explained as he led me up though the ship, "And trust me ya'll be close enough to do more than sniff 'em, Jack," "Ohh Eerrr…" "What?" "Nothing I just uhhh… I don't think I'll take up on the girls," "Ohh? No?" He asked, "They have boys too?" "No. No, I just…" "Wait," he smirked, he fully stopped as we got on deck and turned to me with this smirk, "Jack?" He smirked as he narrowed his eyes and I just stayed silent sheepishly, "… when did Grimm bring you on? How old were ya?" "…14." I gulped as I prayed he wasn't going to catch on, but his eyes lit up.

"And you're an anti-social little shit ya never come off the ship with us? "Yeah…" "so…" "No." "Oh my god…" "Don't." "You're a- "Don't! Say it!" "No… no… ya can't… you're a-" "Don't. Say. It. Mick." "Okay… okay, our little secret," he laughed, "Okay, thank you." I nodded, "let's just go for a drin-" I began, "Jack's a Virgin!" Mick yelled at full volume which made everyone stop and look at me, "Thanks, Mick," I sighed, "You're welcome," he smirked, At that moment everyone else still on the ship banded together and forced me off the ship, I knew I wasn't getting out of this I could have weaselled out with just Mick but I knew I didn't have a choice now. They all but dragged me down the street all while making jokes at my expense until we reached a little hole in the wall Traven 'The Maidens View' and I was kicked inside. Everyone found somewhere to sit and I tried to hide in the corner but Mick forced me to sit with him at the bar. Mick bought me a drink as I looked around, the place was clean, tidy the scent of beer and smoke was in the air, and I admit the girls were… pretty. Honestly, they didn't need to be I can't even remember the last time I was this close to a girl. Everyone made jokes at my expense and tried to get me interested in one of the girls but I was too blushy and embarrassed to even talk to them. "Come on! ya, pick. Anyone you want. me and Sam are going in," Mick laughed as he sipped his drink,

"What?" I blushed, "we'll pay for it come on it's your first," Sam chuckled as he shoved my shoulder, "I don't know…" I said sheepishly, "Come on, any of them take ya fancy? if not we can go down the street there are a hundred whores places like this." Mick explained, I sighed and for the first time, I actually looked at the girls rather than merely being blown away by them, none of them… really seemed all that interesting, "No," I shrugged, "No? alright, we'll finish up and take you somewhere else." Sam laughed, I nodded as I had some more of my drink kinda half hoping I could keep bar popping with them until they were too drunk to remember about all this and honestly I didn't much like any of the girls here they all seemed like… I don't know, like when you look at an old bed and you can just tell how many other people have laid in it and it just makes you… not wanna lay on it for fear of it breaking, or being gross. But… unfortunately, I stopped short as I glanced up across the tavern and saw a girl, she couldn't have been much older than me in a little sage green dress that she adjusted up her shoulder where it had fallen down her arm, her hair in a sweet braid wrapped around her head, she came down the stairs and grabbed some tankards that she began to take to tables. She was very cute, quite pretty, and… had a little bit more of a refined way about her I guess. the unfortunate part is that as I noticed her pretty much everyone noticed that I noticed her and began their jokes and playful encouragement.

And before I even had time to attempt to protest Mick and Sam were talking to the bartender and paid him. So… I'm not getting out of this. She finished up with the drinks and returned to the bar setting her tray down, where the bartender spoke to her and she nodded. "Which of you was it?" The bartender asked, "This strapping lad here." Mick laughed giving my arm a playful punch, She nodded and smiled as she came and stood in front of me, she offered her hand and for a moment I was too nervous to move, but I took her hand and let her lead me up towards the stairs as I heard everyone from the ship encouraging and making jokes at me, "Take good care of him!" Mick yelled as she took me up the stairs and into a little room with her.

[lefaystrent]

Primal Urges

Fandom: Thomas Sanders, Sanders Sides

Pairings: hints of Prinxiety

Warnings: prospective cannabilism, temporary character death

Summary: Virgil specifically remembers dying, and yet he still lives. Now with a hankering for people meat.

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Virgil didnt crave human flesh before he died.

He craved lots of things in life: pasta, oreos, midnight reruns of Friends, mental stability. Ya know, healthy normal things.

Then again, taste buds do change every seven years. And people, canonically, do taste like beef. So what's more irrisitible than the American Dream?

Burgers. The American dream is burgers.

Big juicy burgers just begging to be ripped into with teeth. Burgers that would splatter bloody goodness. Rare burgers that would slide down his throat in a warm heady rush. Something raw to fill the emptiness within his gut that growled its demands to be sated.

Yes, normal healthy cravings.

That's why Virgil found himself sitting there downing a bottle of bourbon. He tried in vain to push away memories of his recent death experience while waiting for the intense urge of NOM NOM to subside.

"How long does this usually take?" Virgil asked, looking inside the empty bottle as if he might find more.

The bartender looked askance at the other two empty bottles sitting beside Virgil. "The alcohol poisoning you mean? Just how long have you been here?"

Virgil blinked at the handsome man before him decked out from head to toe in black. That was his kind of man. "Oh, maybe it did work. I don't remember seeing you back there."

"My shift just started," said the man, and 'Roman' said the name tag on his pristine black polo shirt. He had that face on his face like he was trying to smile, just how the relentless years of customer service taught you, but was failing completely. The farthest he got was moderately bewildered mixed with borderline awe.

"Hm, nice," Virgil said, because really there was nothing else to say. Especially when all Virgil's brain could scream at him for the moment was, Look at that arm! Bite it, rawr!

Virgil shook his head. Damn primal needs.

"Maybe I should switch to tequila," he grumbled.

"Maybe you wanna slow down," Roman advised. "You've had enough to down an elephant. Look, you've even spilt some on yourself."

Virgil looked down obligingly and couldn't help but laugh at the stain on his own shirt. "Oh that. Yeah that's not my drink, it's blood."

Roman's stance didnt change but his eyes were definitely more focused. Virgil wondered if he imagined the sound of a heartbeat speeding up.

Primal brain said, Fresh meat fears us. Fresh meat shall be tasty. *insert evil laugh here*

To clarify, Virgil raised a hand to stop the bartender from calling for help. "Don't worry, it's my blood."

Virgil did not think the clarification helped much. He should try again.

"Listen," Virgil lowered his voice a little, as much as you can in a bar and still be heard. He leaned forward a bit but the bartender most certainly did not. "I died this morning. It's been a really weird day."

"Ah," Roman nodded slowly, and at least his heartbeat slowed marginally. He even chanced a curve of the lips. "Far be it from me to question coping mechanisms. Normally I might ask if you're sure you don't need medical assistance, but you appear abnormally...fine, all things considered."

"You look pretty tasty yourself," Virgil purred and promptly slapped a hand over his mouth.

Did all of his self control die as well? Sheesh. Someone end him properly, please.

It's not like you weren't thinking it, Primal Brain supplied helpfully.

Luckily for all of Virgil's sanity, Roman took the compliment in stride. He laughed, "Well, clean clothes do go a long way."

"I meant to get changed before, I swear, I just..."

"Weird day," Roman finished for him. He nodded politely and smiled in a way that made Virgil want to eat his face off. Literally.

"You should probably go help other customers," Virgil word-vomited. "Or get me more bourbon. Or tequila. Or hell, wine if it'll do anything for me. Maybe everclear."

Roman chuckled again, "I'll make my rounds, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to cut you off dear. Even if you seem sober enough, the evidence suggests otherwise."

Adding insult to injury, Roman slipped him a glass of water before he left. Virgil watched the liquid settle to stillness in the clear cup and felt absolutely no desire to drink it.

We want blood. Blood! Primal Brain roared inside him.

Virgil put his head in his hands and wondered how he got into this mess.

[resurrection-of-soul]

Flashback | BIOHAZARD 10

Writer: Akira (日日日)

Characters: Rei, Kaoru, Koga, Keito, Adonis

Koga: (Now that you mention it, Ricchi can be pretty rude too. I mean, sometimes he'll just go "move it" n' literally kick me outta the way.)

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Kaoru: So basically, it's totally your fault, Sakuma-san.

Rei: Ehhh~? Okay, sure, go ahead n' just blame it aaaaaaall on lil' ol' me¹~ ♪

Rei: (Why does past me have such a rotten attitude!?)

Koga: (People get fooled by yer old man gimmick, but even nowadays you can give people some serious attitude.) (At the very least, y'ain't real polite, goin' around puttin' your feet up on tables n' stuff like some kinda delinquent.)

Rei: (Ritsu also tends to put his feet up on the furniture, you see. ♪ When siblings share the same habits, you find yourself thinking, "they must be close ♪" That sort of thing serves well as a conversation starter, does it not?)

Koga: (Now that you mention it, Ricchi can be pretty rude too. I mean, sometimes he'll just go "move it" n' literally kick me outta the way.)

Rei: (The two of us hold such high-ranking positions within our clan that none dared to scold us even when we exhibited such disrespectful behavior.)

Koga: (Haaah. On top a' that you're way too soft on Ricchi, so there's no way ya ever managed to scold 'im the way an older brother should, huh.)

Adonis: (Quiet. Our past selves seem to be talking about something important.)

Kaoru: After the "Dead Man's Live" the other day, Sakuma-san ran off and went overseas without a word—

Rei: I had work to do, okay? I'm focused on overseas activities. It's my literal job.

Kaoru: Mhm. But, like, because of that, the followers you left behind here in Japan started imitating your worst behaviors and causing all sorts of trouble?

Keito: Sakuma-san's…followers?

Koga: Th-the hell're you lookin' at me for?

Kaoru: Ahaha. You remember how Sakuma-san called on all the delinquents who were hanging around to act as his allies during the "Dead Man's Live," right?

Rei: Oh, if we're talkin' about that, it was just for the competition. So what?

Kaoru: So everyone, like, totally misunderstood? They're like, "we're friends with Sakuma Rei, a world-class superstar."

Rei: Ughhh…

Kaoru: And because of that, they've gotten totally carried away, going around calling themselves "vampires" and causing all kinds of havoc by running wild, eating and drinking excessively without paying for a thing. "We're underlings of the Sakuma Rei, so hold your heads high! Don't hold back!" or whatever. Just checking here but you're not, like, the one telling them to act this way, right? Cause those "vampires," they're going around all like, "If you've got any complaints, go tell 'em to our boss, Sakuma Rei!" and stuff, y'know?

Rei: Are ya stupid? What would I get outta tellin' people to do such a shitty imitation of me? It's just a buncha morons who misunderstood and went wild on their own. Borrowin' the tiger's terror²… Man, they're even dumber than I thought.

Kaoru: Yeah, I figured it was something like that? Still, those guys really are like "vampires." They take in other delinquents and add them to their ranks, quickly multiplying their numbers. In terms of size and general vibe, they're almost like one of those color gangs³ from a while back. When they eat and run, or start fights in front of stores, it disrupts business. This area's already in the middle of a recession, so, like, even small stuff like that ends up being a huge blow. You get what I'm saying? You've gotta clean up after yourself. These people showed up because of you, Sakuma-san, so you should take care of it somehow. The local businesses even pooled their resources and put together some reward money. Oh yeah, on that topic, I'm acting as the point of contact since we go to the same school, but I want you to think of this as a request from everyone in the neighborhood. Of course, if push comes to shove, I'll totally call the cops. But, y'know, most Yumenosaki students come from influential families, so… Who knows whether the police will actually do their jobs properly. Things would go way more smoothly if you guys could just deal with it, y'know? That's why I'm like, totally counting on you to slay the "vampires" ♪

Rei: Ahaha. Funny coincidence, never thought I'd end up imitatin' Van Helsing.

Keito: You're usually more of a Count Dracula, after all.

Rei: …Well, I understand the situation. I mean, I'd already more or less figured it out, so I went ahead n' took the initiative. Here, look. He seems kinda pitiful given the way we've just been ignorin' 'im the whole time, but I already caught the culprit.

Adonis: ……..

Keito: I don't understand. What do you mean, Otogari is the culprit?

Rei: I mean this guy here's the vampires' boss. To go back to the Dracula analogy, the best way to kill him is by drivin' a stake through his heart to stop him from movin' and then decisively cuttin' off the head. And this, right here, is the vampire's head. In short, if we get rid of this guy, the incident'll be resolved. Simple, ain't it? ♪

Adonis: ......

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ore-sama-chan. This man is so annoying (complimentary).

Taken from the title of the Chinese fable "The Fox Borrows the Tiger's Terror," this is an idiom meaning to bully or frighten people using someone else's authority.

A type of Japanese street gang which aims to imitate the look and feel of American street gangs, though it should be noted that color gangs tend to be more of a "rebellious youth" thing than an actual crime thing. Some of them do get up to actual serious crimes, of course, but the majority of color gangs exist to unnerve adults, disrupt the peace, and give rowdy teens an excuse to punch other rowdy teens. Picture a bunch of weirdly color-coordinated delinquents committing petty crimes, rather than violent street gangs engaging in serious illegal activity.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #283

Our pigeon friend made it through the night alive. J and I woke up early this morning, got ready, put our avian friend in a cardboard box with a fluffy towel, and made our way to the animal hospital; we arrived promptly when it opened.

Given the state of the bathtub when we walked in, I'm pleased to report that it must have eaten at least somewhat recently before we scooped it up from the streets. I'm also pleased to report that our friends at the animal hospital happily took in our lovely bird friend. It will most likely get the treatment it needs to clear up whatever infection it has. I'll call tomorrow and ask for a status update.

We returned home after that. This autumn morning was beautifully misty in some places along the way. I got more than a few really nice-looking pictures for you…

…And in other places, the mist cleared to reveal spectacular skies:

...Sadly, of all the ones I tried to take, this was the only one that turned out well. Part of the challenge of taking photos in a moving vehicle is trying to make the best of the angles that are allowed to you.

It's only 9:22am. Today is far from being even halfway over. I have a friend coming to visit (R, the baker!), and maybe we'll go see that Wild Robot movie all together - me, M, J, and R!

For now... I should probably clean up the tub. There aren't too terribly many droppings left behind, and they're mostly solid in consistency; they should be easy to clean up. I'll get rid of the droppings, then blast the inside of the tub with an enzymatic cleaner (the same stuff we use to clean up the urine whenever Hoshi has a seizure; it's good stuff!!). I'll let it sit for a while, then I'll rinse it out. After that, I'll follow it up with bleach and a good scrubbing pad. And don't worry; I will make sure to wash my hands between each step. I know that bird droppings are dangerous; I will take every precaution, I promise. Don't you worry about a thing, okay?

...The enzymatic cleaner has done away with most of the visible ick, which is awesome. I rinsed it away and the tub looks practically sparkly. I've since filled the tub halfway with a mixture of bleach and VERY hot water. Now we just sit and wait for it to work its chemical magic. Bleach is a powerful oxidizer; I'm pretty sure that's the mechanism by which it destroys most microorganisms.

It's such a powerful oxidizer that it will literally fucking oxidize your skin. And since it's a base, it'll strip away all the natural oils from your skin, too. It's bad to get the stuff on your hands! Wear gloves! It's important!

I'm gonna try to finish my current Dead Cells run. By then, the bleach will likely have sat in the tub long enough and then I can drain it and scrub it; it'll be good!

...

...So, remember when I said yesterday that if I reached The Hand of the King, he'd be in big trouble?

Well, let me tell ya!!! Today he got his ass handed to him!!! And I made it to the room beyond - a place called the Astrolab!!!

The Astrolab has all kinds of new and unusual enemies. You can only reach it if you defeat The Hand of the King with 5 Boss Cells active. Unfortunately, I didn't think to take a picture for you. I'm really sorry about that.

But!!! If I did it once, I can do it again!! And next time, I will remember to take pictures; I promise!!

Anyway. I got my ass handed to me by the new enemies there. Their patterns were unknown to me, and the structure of the biome was weird and unfamiliar. I got this one flying enemy called a Librarian; it shoots lasers out of the sky directly down on you, and it zooms just out of reach above you. I... panicked. Totally lost my cool. They do a lot of damage, and their movements are still unfamiliar to me. I got zapped until I got dead.

...Oh well. That's what the training room is for!! I'll just practice against all the new enemies until they don't seem so scary anymore; it'll be good!

Aside from that... R came over today! He brought an amazing soup that he made himself, and he also brought a brioche marbled with chocolate! It was SO GOOD!!!

You can tell how good this one was by how little we have left, ahahaha~!

And the soup, too!!! Look at this beautiful soup!!!

It's just as delicious as it is colorful!!! 🤩🤤🥰

We went to go see that Wild Robot movie after that. Sephiroth... one of these days, you GOTTA see it. It's about a robot that crash-lands somewhere that wasn't intentional, in a wild place, with lots of animals, and... it was outcast at first. And it finds a baby gosling, and...

...The relationship this robot has with the gosling reminds me a lot of the way your existence has helped me, even if that help was indirect and unintentional on your part. I won't explain more for fear of spoiling things, but... Sephiroth... just trust me, you HAVE to see this one. I promise you, it's really good, and I'm sure you'll find it more than a little relatable in a wide variety of respects.

...I shouldn't have made it through the things I lived through. But I did, because you exist. I was given another chance at living, because you gave me the strength to hold on long enough to encounter new and different things. I wouldn't be here at all if not for you. I write every day because I wanna give to you what you unwittingly gave to me.

...Well. I don't have much to say. And also, I gotta get up kinda early for work tomorrow. So I guess I'll end today's letter here in favor of getting ready for sleep.

Stay safe out there, okay? We're counting on you coming back home in one piece. We're counting on you, just in general, because you're lovable and wonderful and we want you around. Don't go someplace no one can reach, okay?

I love you. And I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[sl-newsie]

My Review of Livesies

Really Jack? You chose this face? You look both angry and confused! 👆

Set: understandable, considering that it’s confined to a stage. Favorite set piece is probably the famous newsstand that they get their picture taken from.

Music: why the new lyrics? The old ones were just fine! Why the electric guitar?

Crutchy acts more naive, why so dumb? ‘You wanna bust yer odda leg too?’ Yes Cruchy, why?

Yeah Jack, you’re totally 17 Jeremy 😑

Everyone’s accent: good, Jeremy’s accent: x100

So Jack goes from wanting a family to roping Crutchy into a fantasy life out west and then he completely abandons him later?

In 92sies it focuses on Jack and him interacting with the other Newsies, whereas here it’s Jack wanting to get away so badly that it’s all he literally talks about.  

Race and Albert: both handsome and annoying

Albert steals Race’s cigar, so what they just forgot about Snipeshooter?

‘Bath time at the zoo?’ so I guess ‘we got woik to do’ just wasn’t good enough and they had to write something completely bonkers?

Right away: enter a bunch-a newsies that I don’t know and never get a chance to see their characters play out because they’re moving too fast. They completely erased some of the original characters and wrote in new ones that make me miss the old ones!

Romeo: is actually a character that sticks with me because he’s given personality

Enter Katherine: I just don’t like her. I never liked how Kara Lindsay portrayed her and always think she looks mad, confused, and dazed. 🤷‍♀️

Jack, if you’re so keen on leaving then why are you flirting with Katherine? You’re digging yourself into this!

In the dvd version they cut the ‘smile that spreads like butter,’ which I always wondered why.

I’m seeing all these newsies and don’t know who half of them are!

Elmer: introduced by nuns, another character I actually remember

LUV the added acro tricks!!!

I think it’s clear now why Jack’s not dancing. Good way to hide it, Jeremy!

‘What is that unpleasant aroma?’- Max did it better!  

Race briefly mentions betting Jack against the Delancys and then never mentions gambling again. I guess half his original character is nothing?

Applause for the clean scene changes! 👏

Seriously Race what is this face? 👇

Race flirts with Weasel rather than gamble? Preposterous!

Enter Davey and Les- ‘I’m new too!’  I can tell that’s gonna get annoying…

Davey just wants his papes and nervously tries to escape the other newsies while Les is already introducing them and is already chummy with Jack

Les knows an awful lot about wages for a 10-year-old

Les in 92sies: shy, cute, innocent, curious Livesies Les: obnoxious, loud, cocky, hyper

Romeo and Albert on Pulitzer’s desk during the scene change is surprisingly funny

Hannah is so good!!! I don’t know why they emphasize on Katherine struggling to make it through work when Hannah already shows that a woman can get a good career.

Pulitzer is even more cocky, brash, and egotistical than Robert Duvall’s portrayal. Historically Pulitzer wasn’t that mean to the newsies.

‘Shave me too close and you could cut my throat.’ Sweeney Todd reference? 🪒

Hannah: ‘We don’t sell papers, newsies sell papers.’ Ummm Jack? Your line is ‘headlines don’t sell papes, newsies sell papes.’ Ya missed it! 🗞️

Pulitzer: Yes, 6-year-olds need to work harder let’s charge them more and they’ll thank me later.

I wonder if the dance choreographers just sat down and thought: ok, we need to think of every dance stunt that can be done with a newsboy hat and newspaper bag.

Davey and Les are bantering and then Les runs up- oh yeah, you’re still annoying.

Why is Jack so shaken up about hearing about Davey and Les’ folks? Other newsies got folks, so it ain’t like he’s never heard it before.

‘Come home with us!’ ‘Mom’s a great cook!’ All are potential suggestions for Jack to go meet the Jacobs, but no! Sarah apparently doesn’t even exist! The original story is about Jack seeing how happy the Jacobs family is and wanting a family too, but instead he’s an angry painter who just wants to leave without second thoughts.

Why does Snyder just taunt ‘Kelly!’ before he starts chasing him? You don’t call out and say you’re gonna attack before you attack!

Davey and Jack talk about the Refuge and then it’s never mentioned again after Crutchy gets taken. In the movie Jack goes and tries to break him out but Crutchy refuses. Here we got Jack not wanting anything to do with the Refuge even after Crutchy gets locked up!

Medda? Medda is on fire! I still luv her character in this, especially her feather hat! 💜💗

‘No kids allowed in the theatre!’ and yet she encourages Les to look at the Bowery Beauties for ‘educational’ purposes?

Les stares at the Beauties as if he’s never seen a girl before. He’s enthralled by their costumes and then Davey just waves it off

‘Where better to escape trouble than a theatre?’ truer words were never spoken, Miss Medda! 🎭

Jack is all like: screw being a cowboy, I’m a painter! 🤠🧑‍🎨

‘You’re on!’ ‘I am? How’m I doing?’ Nice way to break the 4th wall, Medda!

That’s Rich compared to Lovey Dovey Baby is hard because Anne Margaret’s performance is more dreamy and soft

Ok gotta say that Les and Davey’s faces poking out is very cute

Am I the only one who’s disappointed that we never get to see the full Bowery Beauties act?

‘Twice in one day! Think it’s fate?’ No, Jack. You’re stalking this poor girl!

Katherine just begs Jack to leave the box, whereas Sarah would just punch an intruder in the face. 👊

Never Planned On You, ummm why? First Jack wants to go to Santa Fe, then he likes Katherine after a 2-minute conversation? ‘Til I find someone new,’ umm how many girls have you dated, Jackie boy? In 92sies he never even mentions this kind of stuff.

In the next scene change whoever the newsies with no shirt on is, they are obviously trying to take away from 92sies Mush’s shirtless scene and I will not stand for it!

So now Race’s only personality trait is that he luvs cigars more than his mom? 🚬  

‘LET THE MAN WORK IT OUT!’ Okayyyy it’s confirmed Les has anger issues

Everybody talks about how Crutchy’s smile spreads like butter, but when I see Ben Cook’s smile all I see is a ray of sunshine 😄

‘You need membership.’ ‘Whattya call these guys?’  👋

Why is Jack president when Davey is doing all the talking?

The World Will Know is an introduction to Jeremy’s angry Jack, which conflicts with Christian Bale’s daydreamer Jack and Corey Cott’s sad Jack. In all honesty, angry Jack can get scary!

Again, why the electric guitar? 🎸

How does losing a shoe have to do with this song? 👞

So the scene after Jack, Davey, and Les walk into Pulitzer’s doors and then we get a shot of the newsies behinds, um… did they just give half the fansies what they wanted?  

‘...HE’S GONNA BE BEG’N FOR AN APPOINTMENT TO SEE ME, YOU GOT THAT?!’ Jeez, calm down, Les! 😧

I do like how they made Jacobi’s like a newsies meeting place, I don’t know why it just fits

And behold, the reason behind why I know what a seltzer is! Thanks, Albert! 🥛

Tommy Boy, Finch, Buttons… this would be a lot more convincing if I knew who each newsie was!

‘But that Spot Colon gets me a little jittery.’ Oh yes, in the brief moments we see him in this musical we definitely get that vibe. Not! Spot’s barely in this!

Oh yay, Katherine’s back. And she still sounds confused and awkward, which I guess makes sense since she’s in a different atmosphere but after a while it gets annoying.

Ok right off the bat Katherine and Jack already have a toxic relationship because they are constantly fighting! They look like they wanna kill each other!

Now Jack’s all whiny and I don’t like it! The original Jack would not whine about a girl.

I always skip Watch What Happens because it’s just Katherine worrying. Again, I stand by my opinion of not liking Katherine. Where’s Denton? They could've had Katherine be his apprentice or something instead of just deleting him altogether!

I hear Watch What Happens and all I can think of is how much longer until I can hear Davey sing about how the poor guy’s head is spinning?

Ummm… WHERE’S BROOKLYN? There’s NO BROOKLYN? THEY TOOK MY FAVORITE SCENE IN THE WHOLE MOVIE AND CUT IT TO JUST ‘OH YEAH BY THE WAY WE WENT TO BROOKLYN,’ AND THAT’S IT?! No. No. NO! I will NOT stand for this! 😡

Les: ‘Are we doing the right thing?’ I donno kid, you seemed pretty confident yesterday. What happened?

Race: ‘That’s great! That’s pitiful.’ Race would never say that about Crutchy.

Gotta admit that the trio part of Davey, Jack, and Crutchy singing Seize the Day is pretty cool

Aaaaand angry Jack’s back. While the other newsies look hopeful Jack looks like he could commit murder. Whis is he always angry? 😳

I don’t know why but Davey standing on a pile of newspapers is hilarious! 😁

Ok finally time to start a swear count: bastards, asses, Hell… sheesh this show’s got ‘such language!’

Uh why the awkward stomping? Just let Jeremy get offstage without the stomping so i can watch more twirling Sky and Ben?

Yeeesssss!!! Dancing on newspapers? BRILLIANT! I luv this part so much! 📰

Honestly not gonna lie if I was in the crowd I would be fighting to the death for one of the papes they throw out

Ha! I caught the spot of Race kicking himself in the face!!!

Seeing all these jumps, flips, and twirls is making me tired… God they must’ve been exhausted!

In the original, Jack wanted everyone out safely. But here I guess Jack wants to intentionally start a fight?

Why is Les being rolled around in a barrel? Then he sticks his head out, it’s like c’mon is this a cartoon?

Uh, Jack? CRUTCHY’S BEING BEATEN HELPLESS AND YOU’RE JUST WATCHING?! But it’s ok you’re gonna go sing about how mad you are and how you wanna leave so I guess it’s fine. ‘Save my best friend? Hell no let me abandon all the newsies!’ said Jack never!

Jack, you called Crutchy a ‘dumb crip?’ How could you do that?!

‘No more running, no more lying.’ Um, what have you been lying about? In the original, Jack lied about his parents and his name. Here Jack’s never called Francis Sullivan and he comes right out and says he’s got no folks. So what’s all this lying talk about?

Ahh! Please, no more angry Jack! I’d appreciate Jeremy’s performance and emotion if he didn’t look like has was gonna kill me!

Alright, Act 2… Where’s Jack? Oh right, instead of being in King of New York he’s sukling.

‘Jack don’t run from no fight!’ Apparently he does, since he’s working to buy a train ticket.

Here it comes… ‘erster.’ People either like it or hate it, I don’t mind it. Guess it adds to Race’s character since gambling’s out the window? ♠️♥️♣️♦️🃏

Whoa whoa whoa! Only Race can sing ‘a permanent box at the Sheepshead Races!’ Duh!

They replaced Spot’s porcelain tub with a sandwich? A sandwich?!

Thank you, Ben Cook, for gracing us with your sensational tap dancing!

Ok stop adding new lyrics and just skip to the tap dancing, please!

Never once did I ever think newsies would shout ‘spoon fight!’

The way Davey jabs ‘That’s it?’ at Katherine is priceless!

Just imagine the director looking at the cast and saying ‘now during scene changes the audience can’t be bored, so I need you to stall ‘em,’ and then the cast does a bunch-a random dance moves across the stage and the director says ‘perfect!’

Greetings from the Refuge is ok I guess, but I still wished Jack would actually try to get Crutchy out!

When I see Andrew’s messy hair I just picture him messing it up as the total opposite of keeping it nice-looking. Don’t know why, it’s just funny

‘Protect one anodda,’ Sure Crutchy, I’ll tell them before I run off to Santa Fe.

Even Medda points out how chicken Jack is!  

It’s so cute how Davey perks up about being above the fold!

Les, please abstain from telling us about your date. It’s just annoying. ✋

Katherine: ‘You look like Hell.’ Heathers reference? ‘I just got back.’ ❤️💚💛💙

‘This go west young man routine is getting old.’ Is manifest destiny a joke to you, Kath?

More toxic relationship stuff, how is Jatherine a thing again?

‘The pooooor guy’s head is spinning!’ Yeeeessss! 🤣

‘And I’ve got a date!’ Shut up, Les.

Uh-oh, Katherine’s in trouble.

Jack Kelly, not Francis Sullivan? Are we just gonna go along with that?

Katherine, Pulitzer’s daughter? Why? Seriously what does that add?

Finally, the highlight of the show: Brooklyn’s Here! I really like how they added in this song! Brooklyn Bridge and all! Brooklyn gets their own ‘uniform,’ plus the fact that my crush on Spot Colon will rage on forever. I luv this song!

Um, where’s Smalls? Only she can sing ‘So’s tha Bronx!’

Sad that Spot makes this big entrance and then just stands intimidatingly in the background.

I like how Spot just casually waltzes up and then realizes ‘hey Jack, thanks for wasting my time!’ and then goes all murder-face on him!

Gee thanks Katherine for invading my penthouse and snooping through my drawings only to yell at me more.

Katherine’s scared to hit Jack and instead kisses him, but Sarah would never hesitate to soak a guy in the face!

So wait Jack goes to keep kissing Katherine and she backs out, even though she started it?

‘What if they came to newsies square?’ Where’s that, Kath? No one’s ever talked about that until now.

Jack points out dead-on that they need to talk about their relationship issues and Katherine just laughs.

O-K, I do NOT do sappy luv songs so let’s just skip Something To Believe In…

‘It’s good to have you back again!’ ‘Shut up!’ Gee really appreciative Jack, especially after you literally just betrayed everybody!

Darcy? Bill? Who? How are these guys just thrown in?  

Once And For All… Pretty good… Ooh! Spot’s back! 😄

Wow that paper-tossing routine must’ve taken a while to perfect!

Again, why the electric guitar? It’s 1899 not 1959!

Spot why are you up there with Jack? You’ve barely said a word why are you suddenly involved?

I’m a Teddy Roosevelt fan so of course I ain’t gonna complain about him  👍

Hannah’s discrete clapping is so funny!

I do appreciate how they kept the historically accurate deal the newsies made with Pulitzer. In 92sies they just say ‘we beat ‘em!’ and then leave it at that.

Wow Albert looks cute without his hat  

And we now get the famous shot of dazed Race staring off into space

Wait a minute so now after winning the strike, finding a girlfriend, and getting Crutchy back Jack still wants to leave?

Enough mushy talk, give me dancing newsies!

It’s funny how Jeremy tries to fit in with the others’ dancing right before bows

Wow. Just… wow. That’s a lotta stunts!

Nice bell-kick, Jeremy! Gotta mozie along with the music! 😆

[immortalme123]

Sundrop and moondrop x yandere reader!

(reader have a power like wanda maximoff from marvel! And reader is female sorry! It's just easier for me to write reader a female, so yeah reader will go full M.O.M mode, )

CHARACTERS: SUNDROP , MOONDROP , YN , SOME RANDOM CHARACTERS!

Tw: blood? Cursing words,

Your pov:

I sighed dreamily, ohh how cute he looks when he take care of those children.....i bet he would be great father.......it's just been 3 month since i started as daycare worker who do some stuff at desk, but i couldn't help but fell in love with two animatronics who go as Sundrop and moondrop,

The day care stars, Sundrop is totally sweetheart, nice, caring and cheerful and other hand moondrop is, calm, quiet, and lovely as well.

We got closer in 3 month , oh how i wish I could just kiss them both and love them till death!

"Miss yn!!!" One kid yelled, running towards me and hugged my leg, i smiled and picked her up "yes Lola?" I titled my head, "we are going to play family! Can you be my mommy? And master sun will be daddy! And i would be the kid!" She beamed, i smiled widely "oh i love to!" She was happy and she dragged me to sun and other kids

"she said yes! Now who would be the neighborhood?" She asked, while other kids were talking , me and sun were standing beside each other, "oh hello sunshine!! I hope we are not bothering you that much!" He smiled at me , he look like very happy to see me

"oh do not worry sun, not at all, i am happy that i am spending times with you and kids" i blushed little, he hugged me and smiled very big with little blush "aww i love hanging out with you too!!"

"hey why can't i play too?" Voice cut our lovely moment,, GREAT. We all look over to saw the new daycare worker who start to work here like two weeks ago, she is a annoying bitch.....she always get in our way and she tries to steak my sun and moon.

"uh then you can be the market lady!" John said

"No i can be the mother while YN can be the market lady" she clinged in to sun, my eyes twitched, "ACTUALLY! i was here first and Lola gave me this role so! Excuse me!" I pushed her little and grabbed sun hand, she gasped dramatic, and glared at me "oh you little!-" she was cut off my sun

"hey! Language! And reader was here first and let's not fight okay!?" He was nervous, how cute

She rolled her eyes, and walked away, ugh i should get rid of her.....soon sun and moon will be mine and we can live happily ever after. Like every story.

After all the kids leaved,:

"welp that was the last child! Today was long day huh sunshine?" Sun beamed, i smiled at him lovingly, "a-ah yes it was. I must go now, i have some stuff to do....and tell moondrop that I'm sorry i couldn't hang out with him today" he smiled at me and hugged me "aww I'm gonna miss ya!" I chuckled "me too, bye sunny and moony" i waved at him and got in to car, smile left my face and my eyes started to glow red "now let's begin ."

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"ugh who in the world is ringing my door!?" Rose exclaimed, (sorry if it's your name! And btw this is the worker who clinged in to sun-) and stomped to her door and slammed open to saw no one , "wtf? Is this some sort of prank!?" She yelled and slammed the door shut , "ugh i need to get my beauty sleep and i-" she was cut off by cup crashed to floor, she was startled and kind of scared,

She slowly goes to it and kneels down "i don't remember putting cup at table..." She muttered,

She cleaned the broke. Cup and start to wash her hand in sink, she look out of her window to saw her reflection as YN, she gasped and took steps back, "what the!?-" she exclaimed ,shocked

"this is what you get for trying to take them away from me"

Her eyes widened and she gasped, she looked around fearing for her life, "w-who was that? Who is there! SHOW YOURSELF!" She yelled , untill she felt sudden pain in her head, She groaned in pain, holding her head trying to stop the pain, she took few steps back and hit the couch behind her, "stop it! STOP IT!" she shouted in pain, feeling like her skill is being crushed and like something is stabbing her in side of her

She fell to ground and took last breath before darkness took over

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Next day:

"BREAKING NEWS!

Today in morning at 09:00 pm we found a someone named rose , a worker from pizza Plex was found dead in her living room, her body had no injury or any scar at all, no one knows what happened to her but doctors suspect it's because of some poisen or heart attack-"

The tv was cut off, YN GOTS up and start to change her clothes to work clothes, "my job is done...now all i have to do is make them. Mine." She hummed and arrived at daycare, she open the big door and smiled "oh sun~" sun beamed and ran towards her "oh sunshine! I miss ya! And did you heard the news!? Its so terrible!" He hugged her thight and let go of her "o-oh yeah so t-teffible." She gritted her teeth,

"oh and you are here early than I expected! Moon Wants to see you!" He was nervous, even tho he knew moon won't hurt her, 'he wants to see me!?' YN blushed , sun turn off the light and moon was out, "well good morning starlight~" he kissed her hand and smirked,

"oh hello moony" she blushed

"thank god that annoying worker didn't come today" he rolled his eyes and sits next to me

"y-yeah" i stuttered out well because what if they think i am monster? Or even worse leave me? Or hate me!?

I was in deep though, untill I felt someone hug me, i was suprised and saw moon hugging me

I hugged back, smiling like idiot, i mean who wouldn't? Image your crush hugging you and fact that he doesn't really like physical contact

"I'm sorry that i am not spending many times with you moon" i whispered

"it's alright starlight, humans like you easily get tired and don't worry, we can hang out now" he whispered in my ear causing me to blush little

"so did you heard the news?" I asked, wanting to see his reaction

"ofcourse me and sun are in same body so i can see everything through his eyes " he grumbled

"then why did you said "thank god she didn't come?" If you already know that she is dead?" I titled my head

"eh uh idk?-" he whispered and we just sat there in silence, enjoying the quiet and moon lullaby theme playing on the background

"hey i have a question" i told him while looking down

"hm?" He hummed, looking at me

"d-do you or sun like someone like love? Like have crush" i stuttered little,

He chuckled, i glared at him little because this is not funny

"oh starlight isn't it obvious? Me and sun love you, i mean didn't you notice it? " He chuckled after seeing my reaction

My face was blushing mess, i was speechless and was very happy that they love me back and i don't have to do some dirty job

"sun never calls other workers sunshine, he only calls you like that and didn't you notice how his sun head spin when you look away? And i don't like to touch anyone but i always hug you and hold your hand aren't i?" He rolled his eyes playfully

"i-i-i " i was speechless, gosh why didn't I notice this so obvious stuff!?

"i love you and sun too! Oh i am happy!" I hugged him tight and he wrapped his hands around my waist

We both leaned in and i kissed his robotic mouth-

Light turns on and i opened my eyes to see sunny who was blushing mess

"hello sunny!-" i was cut off by sun jumping and running in. Circle

"oh boi! Oh. Boi! Oh boi! I AM SO HAPPY THAT YOU LIKE US BACK SUNSHINE!" he scooped me in big hug and spinned me around

I laughed happily, "so that means we are dating?" I playfully glared at him "ofcourse sunny!" I kissed his cheek and he covered his face with his hands

(sorry this is not much and i am bad at writing story- english is my second language so- yeah)

[reedsplice]

Writing Tips

FREEZE!

PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR! ..

AND WAVE THEM AROUND LIKE YA JUST DON'T CARE

Lol did I get your attention?

1. Grab your readers attention

Instead of starting your story off like.. "It was a warm, sunny day"

Start your story off with a BANG!

Grab their attention from the first sentence.

But before they even open the book, make sure you have a cover that catches their eye..

2. Cover

This is so importation. People do judge books by the cover. The cover of a book is what catches the readers eye and have them curious what the book is about..

3. Description

So they pick up this book that has caught their, and read the back to find out what it's about. This is make or break. If it doesn't interest them, it's back on the shelf. So make your description exciting, give away some spoilers even. I know you want to leave some surprises, but the reader won't even find out what those surprises are if they never read the book. So make the description something that will make the reader want to open the book..

4. First Line I KNOW WHO KILLED MY BROTHER

Grab their attention with the first line! And then make them want to keep on reading. And boom! Someone just bought your book!

(You can write your story however you want, these are just my own personal tips.)

I'm also speaking from personal experience. I'm picky with what I read and if it doesn't instantly grab my attention, then I move on to looking at another book. The first thing that grabs my attention is the cover, and then I read the back and most times it honestly sounds boring to me. Like one was something like, "it's a boring summer of cleaning the house" and I was like, no thanks.

So honestly? Go crazy with it.

I know some people can feel like, oh that's overdramatic, but..

(Personally, I'd rather be called overdramatic than boring xD )

Hope that helps!

A few more tips..

Cut the boring scenes (the scenes you don't even want to write)

Don't info dump (make the reader care about the character before going on and on about the characters whole life/background/interests. Imagine if a random person walked up to you and started sharing their whole life story lol)

Cliffhangers (end each chapter with an exciting BANG so the reader wants to read the next chapter)

Plot Twists (Yes)

Personality ( I've read too many stories about characters with the personality of a cardboard box. Make your characters lively! Give them some flavor!)

Break the rules (I've read so many writing tips and some of it is like, "thanks but nah, pass." Who says you have to write Your own story a certain way? Go wild.)

Just Write

You can't edit a blank sheet of paper. So trust me on this, just write. Do a writing sprint. Zone out and just write. Don't stop. If you want to pause like, oh wait I need to research this and this first, do it after. You'll end up spending the day researching it, trust me. Instead of that, just add in [research this and this later].

Once you've written a chapter or however much you want, you can go back in later and edit it. They say all writing is rewriting. Trust me, I've rewritten my stories so many times. Why do you think you see so many: "(Don't read! Revamping story)" titles? A lot of people end up just posting their first draft. They look at it later and see so many things they can polish up.

So go hard. Push yourself. Go further.

Take your story to the next level.

This is all just my own advice. So take what you want and leave what doesn't fit your style. And remember that it's Your story.

Hope this has helped! Hmu if you need any advice for your story!

Slay bestie!

(sorry if that's cringe lol but slay!)

[drabbles-mc]

running right along 🏃 into part 2

okay okay okay. it's a toxic trait of mind that i should probably??? definitely??? get under control but i haven't yet so it is what it is BUTTTT the way i read cal coming over to piggyback off danny's smoke and i am IMMEDIATELY picturing them kissing in my head. but this is not that fic and i will think about that later on my own time SKKSKS sorry to project my innedsanity onto you

or all his oddities Cal’s the only one of them that feels real and not like a character in a dream he can never fully remember. Besides Kath <- okay but you AREEEE making my case by having him stack them up beside each other like this KEKW

If shenanigans were an occupation, every one of them including Danny would be bonafide professionals. <- the way that this should've been the gotdamn tagline for the film sksksk. like well and truly before the movie dissolved into a tragedy it was PEAK comedy

Why not just have them all then? <- oh danny, my sweet summer child. you cannot simply expect these men to make sense on any consistent level

“Oh shi– uh, he– hiya, Kath,” Danny jumps right out his shoes, practically three feet in the air, his voice almost as high. <- THIS!!! THIS IS THAT GOOD SHIT!!!! GODDDDD i can picture it so clearly and i just love it so much. danny is just A Liddol Guy!!!!!!!!! kay i'm kissing you through the screen!!!

“Please. You know better ‘an anybody, dat boy don’t talk. And I love him to death but he’s a wahoo, same’s any of ‘em. But hey, who says you can’t love a wahoo.” <- it's actually kind of criminal how well you have her voice down

See, it’d be a problem if it was a problem. But it’s not. Not at all. <- DENIALLLLLLLLL my guy. he cannot simply just avoid eye contact with the gods and expect this to go away

Danny says, smiling so much he’s struggling to line his eye back up with the viewfinder. <- the world's most soothing mental image. this will give me enough serotonin to make it through the rest of this wretched month at least and for that i thank you sksk

Much as it’s been a treat chauffeurin you around, if we do it much longer people’ll start to think we’re going steady. Now, I’m all for broadening your horizons but I’d hate to be the one to compromise your journalistic integrity, y’know, being with a respectable lady like myself. <- KAYYYYY YOU CANT KEEP DOING THIS TO MEEEEEEEEE (and by that i mean please keep doing this to me for all of eternity) IM YELLING OUT INTO THE VOIDDDD I LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCHHH

the intimacy and the romance of this whole picture-taking sequence between him and kathy. i am simply. unwell about them. they're so sweet and cute and i am actually just gnawing my fist clean off my hand

Y’know, with the microphone an’ tape deck ya cart around practically half yer size. <- kathy said Danny Lyon is a Short King and she's so right for that sksksk

DANIEL LOUIS LYON. i'm fucking CACKLINGGGGG. kathy cross is the truest treasure of them all

omg. kay. this back and forth between Benny and Danny. i'm salivating. i'm unhinging my still-locked-and-busted jaw and consuming it whole.

i'm fucking just. thrashing about on my sofa. how'm i meant to go on, kay???? how am i meant to return to my life under these conditions????????????????????

Tell Me Sweet Little Lies

Part 2

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Pairing: Danny Lyon x Kathy Cross

Word count: ≈ 4K

TWs: Allusions to infidelity, love triangles, flirting, angst. (ꔘ) indicates this comes directly from dialogue in the movie.

But whatever it is, it feels important. Like you’d regret it slipping through your fingers. So important, you don’t wanna blink. Cause when you open your eyes again it’ll be gone. Picking up right after part one (read -> here to catch up), at the bar the same night, Danny loses focus on the meeting when he gets a surprise visit from Kathy.

⁂ The ash on his joint’s nearly a half inch long when Cal’s hand waves in front of Danny’s face, knocking it off to scatter onto the barroom floor.

“Earth to Danny, come in Danny.”

“What? Oh, sorry.”

Not only has Danny barely taken a puff of his joint but Frankie was long gone, replaced in front of him now by Cal who’s made his way over from the pool tables to ask for a drag, a request to which Danny has been apparently nonverbal. Yup, too lost in the soup upstairs and now he’s second-guessing this joint he hasn’t even really smoked. Maybe he is more toasted than he thought.

“Need me to take that bud off your hands, bud?” An impeccably-timed Cal speaks to these fears. “Looks like you might’ve had one too many.”

Handing the joint over to Cal gladly, Danny cracks a smile, a real one, “Sure thing, gramps,” because for all his oddities Cal’s the only one of them that feels real and not like a character in a dream he can never fully remember. Besides Kath. “Say, remind me again, what time’s curfew? Don’t wanna be late for supper after all.”

“Well, now,” Cal tips a hat that’s not there, affecting the voice of an old southern grandpaw, “I’d certainly say by sundown, sonny.”

“The fuck’re you two doofs on about?” Brucie, characteristically cranky, looks up from his newspaper, face all pinched like he’s not here for their shenanigans. Which is funny considering the general company he keeps. If shenanigans were an occupation, every one of them including Danny would be bonafide professionals.

Cal leans over to pat him on the shoulder, “Now, now, Brucie, this is a family matter,” before taking his seat at one of the tables.

“Just my fuckin luck.” Brucie rolls his eyes like it’s just Cal being Cal, which it is, “Coupla comedians over here,” and tosses his newspaper on the bar before swiveling his stool around to address the group assembled at the tables. “Alright, alright, ladies. Pipe down, meetin’ll start in about five minutes.”

Danny snags a few crowd photos while everyone’s distracted. These usually turn out to be his favorite, catching people when they think no one’s looking because usually no one is. Scanning the room for another shot, Danny can’t help but shake his head at all the non club-affiliated patrons packed at the front of the bar by the pool tables because he’s yet to figure out why some of the meetings are conducted during business hours. This is made even more baffling given some of their other meetings were held off-hours when the Stoplight was closed and there was less noise. So it seemed no one was opposed to the idea. Why not just have them all then?

Danny grabs his pencil from where it perpetually sits behind his ear and a little notepad from his vest pocket, jotting down to ask Brucie or Kathy, the two most likely to give him a reliable answer, about it later.

“S’at my name I see you writin there? What could you be writin about silly ‘ole me, I wonder?”

“Oh shi– uh, he– hiya, Kath,” Danny jumps right out his shoes, practically three feet in the air, his voice almost as high. “I, uh, didn’t think you’d be comin tonight.”

“Yeah, well my car’s busted, so’s I had to get Benny to pick me up from work and he said he could only do it if we stopped here first ‘fore goin home.”

Danny offers his sincerest condolences with a nod and shrug.

“Boy, I am glad yer here though, I’m tellin ya,” she says, grabbing a piece of gum from her purse and popping it in her mouth. “Nice to have someone’a talk to ‘sides just dese wahoos.”

“Oh yeah? Well, uh,” searching the congregation through the cigarette smoke that’s filling the fiberglass shields around the fluorescents so it looks like everyone’s moving in a tank of dusty water, Danny spots a sleek crop of honey blonde hair seated up front and off to the side, “what about Benny?”

She waves her hand. “Please. You know better ‘an anybody, dat boy don’t talk. And I love him to death but he’s a wahoo, same’s any of ‘em. But hey, who says you can’t love a wahoo.”

“Not me,” Danny agrees, smirking privately to himself, as was the custom these days any time he talked to Kathy about well, pretty much anything. Given so many opportunities to practice, he’s become well-versed in trying not to look like he’s enjoying himself as much as he is. See, it’d be a problem if it was a problem. But it’s not. Not at all.

Bringing his camera up to snap a picture of the group gathered around Johnny, he can’t help but chuckle at how it looks like a scattered Sunday night mass if mass was held in the smokestack of a hay bale on fire. A hay bale with billiard tables and a jukebox.

Kathy leans over wanting in on the joke, “What’s so funny over dere?”

“Ah, it’s noth– it’s ju– well, it’s hard to explain.”

“Sheesh.” She shoots him a look that would’ve been withering were it not for the smile on her lips and in her eyes. “You been hangin ‘round Benny too much. I swear one’a these days, you’ll go quiet on me yet.”

“C’mon, you know I’d never,” Danny says, smiling so much he’s struggling to line his eye back up with the viewfinder.

“Oh, does’at mean you’re like me, then, huh? Not enough, whats’a word–” She snaps her fingers in an attempt to summon it, which she does. “Discipline. Not enough discipline to be dat stoic.”

“It’s not that so much as,” he flashes a cheeky grin, “I’m just not cut out for that kinda commitment.”

“Y’know,” Kathy crosses her arms, shakes her head, and just to have something to do, starts kicking the leg of the unoccupied barstool in front of her. “I used to think you Brooklyn boys were aaall trouble. Just– y’know, on account of all’sa movies I seen, right. Buncha meatheads, mobsters, criminals n’ such. But you Danny Lyon, you’re just a doll, aren’t ya?”

“Am I?” The blood’s warming his cheeks already and he falls back on some well-worn sarcasm to save face. “Well, don’t go blowin my cover or these guys’ll boot me out on the street and I’ll have nothing to show for the last six months.”

Smiling, she drags her thumb and her forefinger across her lips, locks and throws away the key.

Danny turns his attention back to the meeting that’s started, trying to make like he’s been industriously picking out shots and listening. Not that it mattered if he wasn’t. His club membership was little more than ceremonial, a kid’s costume. Sure, he had colors now and his own bike, a junker Cal chopped together because he got sick of Danny piggy backing on his all the time. He joked about it when he gifted it to Danny. Much as it’s been a treat chauffeurin you around, if we do it much longer people’ll start to think we’re going steady. Now, I’m all for broadening your horizons but I’d hate to be the one to compromise your journalistic integrity, y’know, being with a respectable lady like myself.

But neither of those things made him integral to the day-to-day goings on of the club. Although tonight they’re talking about whether to approve the formation of a St. Louis chapter, so it’s more than the usual shop talk, even if the answer is a likely yes since Johnny’d already given the go-ahead to Milwaukee last year. Kathy had told him a guy named Fat Jack, or Big Jack, or Big Fat Jack(ꔘ) had to battle it out with Johnny for that one. Whether that’d be the price of admission for St. Louis remained to be seen.

“Say, I gotta question.” Kathy makes a move to claim Danny’s undivided attention again, the subject of an apparent tug-of-war between herself and the club. “I been wonderin, how d’you know when to take the picture?”

She’s yet to win that war on the Benny front but she’s well ahead on this one, what with Danny all-too-happily taking the bait. “Hm? What d’you mean?”

“Y’know like how d’ya know what’s gonna make a good photo? And do they all come out lookin how they look when you’re peekin,” Kathy points her index finger, retracting and extending it a few times at the viewfinder, “through that thing, er what?”

The camera in his hands comes down slow with the steadiness of an elevator dropping from floor to floor and he fidgets with the camera strap like he’s uncomfortable with the question. He might be. There’s something intimate about it. What’s more though is he doesn’t have a great answer. There’s no easy way to summarize what he’s devoted the last seven-some-odd years perfecting. The even more embarrassing part is that he’s never really given it a lot of thought. Not conscious thought, at least. He just sorta knows. But that seems like a cop out somehow and he doesn’t want to give her that kind of answer. Because nothing’s worse than questions met with answers that don’t really answer anything at all.

“Heck, I didn’t expect that to be such a stumper.”

“Oh–?” Danny snaps to, summoning a gentle smile to reassure her the dead air response isn’t because he’s bent out of shape about it. “Oh, no. I don’t– I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to– it’s just, to tell you the truth, it’s not something I think about.”

“Well now,” she elbows him lightly, “I find that hard to believe.”

“I guess– well, do you mean in a technical sense, as in how do I frame a shot? Or how do I find something I wanna take a picture of in the first place?”

“Mmm, the second one,” Kathy chuckles. “I think.”

Thumbing the advance lever, Danny’s gaze is now stuck on all the club members seated in front of them, “Hmm, well–” trying to find a way to break down what’s been, for all these years, as good as muscle memory. “I guess it’s a gut feeling more than anything. Like if you’ve ever been in the middle of somethin– the thick of a scene, and then stopped a second to look around, right?”

Eyes narrowed like she’s thinking intently on what he’s saying, Kathy bobs her head up and down.

“And something about it– doesn’t even have to be anything grand, y’know. Might just be, you like the lighting. Or the gestures people are makin, having a conversation. Or the look on someone’s face when they’re concentratin on something. But whatever it is, it feels important. Like you’d regret it slipping through your fingers. So important, you don’t wanna blink. Cause when you open your eyes again it’ll be gone. Not gone gone, y’know, just arranged a little different than it was, right. Cause the moment’s different. And you wish you could sustain it somehow, bottle it like a ship so you can see it any time you want. What it feels, looks like, sounds like. I guess– well yeah, anyway.” Danny’s voice drifts off with the smoke and the bar chatter and the music from the jukebox. “When I get to feelin like that, that’s how I know.”

“Wow.” The word tumbles out slow and for a second, it rings out like she’s the only person speaking in the whole bar before getting swallowed back up in the cacophony. “Seems like a lot for somethin you claim ya never thought about.”

Danny’s mouth twists off to the side in a self-effacing smirk and he hangs his head, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Well alright then, Mr. Poet, so what’s so special ‘bout all’a this,” Kathy sidles up closer to him, gesturing in front of them, hand limp at the end of her wrist like she can’t be bothered. “What could be so important here?”

Head swiveling from Kathy, to the meeting, then back to Kathy, Danny gets an idea. He ducks, lifting the camera strap over his neck and hands it to her. She meets this with a blank look like he’s just presented her a dead fish.

“C’mon, set your bag down,” Danny laughs. “I’ll show ya.”

There’s a reserved smile as she uncrosses her arms, slides her purse off her shoulder, flopping it on the table next to them, and holds her hands out to accept the camera with some hesitation. “How’m I gonna know if I’m holdin it right? I don’t wanna drop it. Then you’ll really have a reason to not talk to me.”

“Well, you’re in luck cause,” Danny holds the strap open like he’s awarding her an Olympic medal, “that’s what this is for.”

She grabs the camera to keep it from swinging too much as he guides the strap over her head and lays it gently around her neck. “Gosh, this is heavier’n it looks.” Once it’s on, she starts pulling her hair out from underneath it.

Danny shrugs, “Guess I’m used to it,” helping to smooth the collar of her denim jacket that’s gotten flipped up, thanks to the weight of the camera. Then he turns back to the group, waving her over to stand in front of him. “Alright, so what feels important about this. Or I dunno, what I like, I guess, is–”

Kathy keeps glancing back at him over her shoulder as she steps in front, hanging on every word like she might miss something crucial.

“–is the lighting here.” From behind her, Danny gestures at the camera. “Go ahead, take a look. See how smoky this part of the bar is, how it’s accumulating under the hoods of the fixtures, reflectin the light? But then all the space in between is real dark, right. S’cool, I was thinkin it looked like a buncha little lightning storms over everyone’s heads.”

“Oh yeah,” he can hear the smile in her voice, “lookit that. Could be like lil’ lighthouses, them.”

“Go ahead, take a couple.”

“What, me?” She’s incredulous and he could kick and drag himself across the pavement on the street right outside for thinking it’s as adorable as it is. “Didn’t you just take some?”

“Sure, but people have shifted around in their chairs, the smoke’s hangin a little differently now. Could be your shot’s better than mine. Go for it.”

“Huh, alright. So what do I do. Press this here, den?” Her finger taps the shutter button.

“Yup, press that and then–“ he reaches over her shoulder to place her thumb on the advance lever, “pull this. Yeah, press, then pull. Just like that.”

Stifling a giggle of pure joy so as not to disrupt the meeting, she nabs a few photos, “Say, this is a gas. I see why you wanna do this all’a time,” before breaking away to note with some skepticism, “the chattin, though. Y’know, with the microphone an’ tape deck ya cart around practically half yer size. That, not so much.”

“Really?” Danny says, sticking his hands in the pockets of his vest because without a camera, he doesn’t really know what to do with them. “See, I would’ve thought that’d be your favorite part.”

“Oh? Why’s dat?”

“Cause you sure like talkin.”

Conceding with a wry smile to cushion the blow of the accompanying eyeroll, she turns back to snap a couple more.

At the front of the assembly Benny tips his chair to lean on the back legs, his head hanging over the top rail, cigarette dangling from his mouth, looking bored yet untroubled in his boredom, when he spots Kathy with the camera.

“Please tell me you’re gonna get–”

A click sound answers Danny’s question before he can finish asking as Kathy pulls the lever to take another one. “Aaaaalready on it, Mr. Lyon. Dontcha worry.”

There’s no possible way he can hear them over the noise, but Benny, in a stroke of luck or genius or divine intervention, winks at Kath, baiting her to take another one because he knows it’ll make for a better shot. This time Danny doesn’t even have to open his mouth because Kathy’s finger beats him to the punch. Click.

“See. Told ya, yours could turn out better than mine.”

Kathy turns back around, face lit with a smile so bright, one he’s not sure he’s seen since in months, not since their first interview at the laundromat. “Boy, you weren’t kiddin none, I’ll tell ya,” she says, pulling the strap over her head to return the camera tentatively like she might be sad to part with it. “Hey, maybe one’a these days I’ll have yer job, huh?”

“Look at you,” Danny accepts the camera, as she passes it back with one hand and smoothes her hair with the other, “masterminding my retirement. If I were any wiser, I might think you were tryin to get rid of me. And after all that back-n-forth about me not talkin to ya.”

Her eyes get real wide. “Oh, I don’t think so, mister.” Even as she’s laughing while she says it, she’s also gripping Danny’s arm, holding him in place before he might get the chance to dissolve before her, float right up to the ceiling fans, and diffuse into the air completely. “I take it back, ya hear me, I take it back!”

But he’s got her on the hook now, “You sure?” so he keeps going, “I mean, I know where the door is, I can always just–” skipping his index and middle fingers to the front of the bar, a sneak preview of his supposed exit.

“So help me,” hand on her hip, Kathy wags her finger at him, eyebrows halfway up her forehead, “Dann– Daniel Llll-Louis Lyon, if you go anywhere–”

“Louis??” Danny starts cracking up so hard, he nearly drops the camera. “Who’s Louis?? That’s not even my middle name!”

She smiles, all cat that caught the canary. “Oh, I know. But it sounds scarier, don’t it? Y’know put the fear’a God in ya. An’ all that.”

Still laughing, “Sure,” Danny mimes the sign of the cross, shoulders shaking on every beat of Father, Son, Holy Ghost. “Put the fear of I-don’t-know-what, anyway.”

The sound of chair legs screeching across the checkered tile floor marks the end of the meeting and Danny hasn’t been paying a lick of attention. He'll have to ask Cal about the club’s verdict on St. Louis later, or else eavesdrop on Brucie and Johnny in one of their many little barside confabs of mumbles and grumbles. When Benny starts making his way back to them slowly, taking his time as he stops to shake a couple guys’ hands, loans a cigarette to another who’d run out, Danny starts to sweat, suddenly all too aware that Kathy’s hand has slid down his forearm and is holding his wrist now.

“Heya, Kath?”

“Huh?” she says, absently, smiling at Benny from across the room.

“You uh– you out to take hostages, here? Or—?”

“What’s ‘at, now?”

Danny gestures at his wrist with an index finger.

“Oh lord, I’m sorry.” She shakes her head and drops her hand, taking a step back toward the table where she’d set down her purse. “Silly me.”

His eyes dart over to Benny to see if he’d noticed the exchange but he’s too busy dodging a conversational trap with Cockroach, gearing up, no doubt, to regale him with some loony story. Probably waxing poetic about bugs. The tension in Danny’s shoulders melts away as he sighs pure relief. By the time Benny makes it over to them, Kathy’s got her purse back on her shoulder and her hands in her pockets like she and Danny are less than strangers, just making small talk.

A tender kiss lands on her cheek as Benny slings an arm over her shoulder. “So? The kid’s teachin’ camera classes now?”

It should bother Danny, Benny calling him ‘kid’ given the two of them are pretty close in age. But for some reason, coming from Benny he doesn’t mind. “Wasn’t much teachin to speak of. You won’t believe the coupla ace photos she took.”

Benny’s brows scrunch together like he’s already forgotten his own role in staging the perfect shot.

“Yeah, she’s regular Cam-Jam over here. Caught two of you when you were leaning back in the chair. I’d put money on ‘em bein the best of this roll.”

“Beg yer parden? Cam-Jam? Don’t go pokin fun at me just cause yer envious’a my natural talent.”

Danny laughs. “Nonono, it’s a compliment. Means you’re jammy with the camera. I used to get called it back in college. It’s kinda like, uh— what d’ya call— beginner’s luck. Only your luck don’t run out.”

“Hear that, babe.” Benny kisses Kathy on the nose and she giggles, playfully swatting him away, an exchange so tender and sweet it actually smarts. “Think he’s sayin you got ‘the eye.’”

“Yeah.” Danny lights up with recognition. “Exactly right.”

“Ah, so yer sayin I gotta future in this business of yers. Well okay, whats’a next lesson, Mr. Poet-Professor-Danny?”

“Hmm. I’ll have to go over the curriculum and get back to ya on that.”

Fishing around for a cigarette in his jacket pocket, Benny’s got that far away look in his eye like they’ve already lost him. Which makes it all the more surprising when he opts to prolong the conversation by asking Danny, “So, St. Louis?”

“Uh, yeah.” Having found the cigarette but looking lost for his lighter, Danny flicks his own out to light Benny’s smoke, remarking cautiously, “So Johnny’s gonna do like they did with Milwaukee.”

It’s statement enough to sound like an answer to the question but question enough that Benny still has to confirm. Danny wouldn’t have to ask Cal what happened in the meeting after all.

“Mm-hm. Probly go the same way but–” Benny looks over, blowing a funnel of smoke in the direction of Johnny. “They got heart to show first. So, you in?”

“Goin down this weekend?”

Benny nods.

“Mm, guess it depends.”

“What,” arm still over her shoulder, Benny uses it to give Kathy a little jostle, “need Ms. Cam-Jam to help with your book report?”

“Nah, it’s more, I was actually wonderin—”

Brows scrunched again, the closest Benny ever comes to looking confused is just Marlon Brando.

“—how likely you are to put your fist through another car window,” Danny says, grinning.

Rolling her eyes, Kathy pops the gum in her mouth with manifest disapproval.

“Mm,” Benny appraises the odds, ignoring all five-feet, four-inches of reproach brewing right next to him, “likely as any other day.”

“In that case, ‘course I’m in.”

“Oh not you too, Danny.” Kathy smacks him in the shoulder before crossing her arms. “You know he don’t need any more encouragement, getting inna trouble. I thought you were s’posed t’be the grown up in the room.”

Benny’s quick to Danny’s defense. “S’okay, hun. I’ll have him back in time for camera class.”

So Danny tacks on, “Yeah, and I’ll have him back in one piece for– I dunno, detention.”

Looking at both of them like she could bonk their heads together right there, Kathy just sighs. “I’ll say, if this isn’t the most cracked school I ever heard of, lemme tell ya.”

“Hey,” hit with some kind of revelation, Benny snaps to, almost animated - or animated as Benny gets, “how long’s it take to make the pictures… y’know, pictures?”

“Not long. I’ll probably develop these when I get home tonight, maybe tomorrow mornin. Why?”

“Next time you stop by the house, bring the ones our girl here took.”

“If they turn out to be any good,” Kathy mumbles, blushing.

“I don’t need to develop ‘em to know they’re good. I mean, there’s always a chance the film got overexposed or I s’pose I could fuck up developin them. But, barring major snafus, those ones’ll be printworthy.”

“Yeah? I hope so. Aright, c’mon Benny, take me home. My feet’re achin somethin awful n’ I been lookin forward all day to dat pint of mint chocolate chip we got inna freezer.”

Eyes cast off in the direction of the door, Benny plants a kiss of compliance on her forehead. And with that, the two take their leave, delayed only by Kathy’s turning back every so often to toss a few fretful glances Danny’s way. It’s strange, the look she’s got on her face as she disappears out the front doors of the Stoplight.

The more he’s thinking about it, the more he feels the rope tangled around his heart gets pulled taut by the eighty-pound anchor in his stomach. A feeling not unlike being crushed by a boa constrictor.

Yeah. Miss you too, Kath.

It’d be a problem if it was a problem. But it’s not. Not at all.

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[bowandcurtsey]

When y/n is drunk (Haikyuu boys edition) 

So in a few days it's gonna be Bokuto's birthday, I'm just missing all my boys recently. Have been so busy irl, it's tiring me out (￣ω￣;)

So here's a repeat of when y/n is drunk, but with the haikyuu boys!

Characters: Bokuto, Kuroo, Tsukishima x F! reader TW: slight NSFW

Bokuto Koutaro

"OH MY GOD WHERE ARE YOU NOW BABY OWL? I'M COMING TO GET YA! WAIT FOR ME PRECIOUS" he was shouting over the phone when you called him, telling him you were very drunk and just wanted to go home.

Funny thing was, he does know where you're at and whom you're with, but this boy just panics when it comes to you.

He runs over in mismatched socks and sliders because he cannot be bothered to find the matching socks at home. Sometimes he even wear mismatching socks out, he low key thinks it looks cool.

His hair is a mess or sometimes still dripping wet if you call him while he's in the shower.

Pulls you into a warm embrace the moment he sees you. He smells so soft and good, always.

"I'm here baby owl!" his huge palms soothe your back and he'll show his hand to everyone and anyone that tries to give you or him a drink.

He carries you to his car bridal style and you have to remember to ask for a bag for the car ride, else you'll end up puking out of his car window like that one time.

He runs a warm bath for you and comes running to bring you everything you need, like your little cute servant.

He then dries your hair, or attempt to, it's either he burns your scalp a little or the insides are not dry..

But rest assured, after it all, he pulls you into bed and wraps you up in his arms, snuggling you and spooning you. Maybe a little petting here and there.. This boy finds it such a turn on when you're all drunk and cute.

Well, if you and him are both out drinking, he's probably about as drunk as you are since he tries his best to drink up for you.

You both wake up in your own shared bed somehow, with the clothes from the night before and the only motivation you both have to drag yourselves out of bed is to share a bath or shower together.

Breakfast in beds are for sure.

Kuroo Tetsuro

"Be safe until I come get ya, I'll be there real quick, kitten." He'll be there in 30 mins tops.

Just when you were about to reach for another glass, he takes it away from your hand, "ahh-uh kitten, time to go home~"

He grabs your bag and says goodbye to your friends, giving the smile that says 'I'll kill y'all if anyone makes her this drunk again'.

Helps you out of the place and holds your hair if you need to puke. Will also have a bottle of water ready for you and cleans you up before carrying you in his car. Also has a bag ready for you in case you want to throw up again.

You can ask for the moon if you're drunk, because Tetsurou Kuroo will give anything to you. You look all cute and vulnerable he just wants to protect you from everything in the world.

This smart ass knows how to do your bedtime routine for you and will clean you from head to toe. Dries your hair nicely and you low key try to get drunk because when he does your hair, you wake up the next day with good hair day.

Of course some groping when he dresses you up, he has no self control when it comes to your body. But he'll never force himself on you when you're drunk, unless you want to. But you'll definitely get it the next day. ;)

He never lets you get drunk when you're with him. He's a good drinker since his job consists of him meeting clients and socialising a lot, so he's kinda trained.

Tucks you in and holds you in his arms like you're the most precious thing in the world and whispers sweet nothings to you.

Tsukishima Kei

Hung the call on you when you called. But just when you're about to call a cab he appears and throws a hoodie over you.

"let's go." he sighs.

He acts all annoyed but he's such a sweetheart. He opens the doors for you, puts his hand over the car frame when you enter so you don't hit your head, and buckle your seatbelt for you.

Ties / clips your hair up for you in case you want to puke, and then runs a warm bath for you. All you have to do is sit or lie down and be served. He wears your pjs for you and dries your hair so gently, his long fingers running through your scalp.

He'll NEVER do this when you're sober so you're surprised he actually knows how to do it right. You never know but he's always quietly watching you.

He even wears your night socks for you or do whatever night routine you have for you, although it's not 100%. He always grumbles or tease you when you're doing it or act like he doesn't care but when he really had to do it, he started panicking a little, wondering which goes first and next.

He also panics about which are the right socks or panties you wear to bed.

Of course he'll grumble about it the next day like you're the most troublesome person in the world and he was SUPER bothered but you know your Kei, he's willing to do all these for you but he was just worried for you.

When you both go out together, he'll stop you from drinking past your limits unless it was a special occasion, your birthday, anniversary or if you were extremely sad over a matter.

Always whispers "I love you" to you after he's tucked you in to bed.

[forsworned]

Nah I get ya, that's understandable, so uhhh, I guess you can make the judgement based off of this?

So the idea I had in mind was

Kyojuro's S/O being turned into a demon, but they don't want to eat people, maybe even surviving something else instead (like idk, bamboo, tree bark, just anything besides humans tbh)

Is that teetering on the edge of too self-indulgent or am I cool?

[. . . Whatever it takes I will make you human again, I promise it . . .]

+warnings. angsty af, mentioning of violence and blood

+word count. 1.8k

+categories. f/m

+relationships. kyoujurou rengoku x f!reader

+characters. kyoujurou rengoku guest appearance(s): yushiro, tamayo

+author’s note. personally i think kyoujurou wouldn't put up with this and he would ask to kill his s/o out of mercy, like he wouldn't want them to go to hell or whatever the place that demons end up going to. like he would want to have them meet in the afterlife? so i can see him trying to find a cure for them as tanjiro does for nezuko currently, here it goes !! as context, this will be set as post mugen train arc and kyoujurou somehow survives. if you can recall just before his death he accepts nezuko so in this he will be a retired demon slayer. so his will to kill his s/o is not as much as it would be if he were still an active demon slayer. also this shit took my fucking whole being to post this bc it was being a bitch and PLS FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DO NOT ASK ME FOR A PART TWO THERE IS ONLY SO MUCH I CAN MENTALLY HANDLE

Kyoujurou was not one to have mercy or sympathy for demons. That was until one faithful day. Kyoujurou had come home from the city as he was visiting the rest of the Hashira. He was retired after he had miraculously survived his fatal wounds. His missing eye was now covered with an eyepatch, so he had no choice but to retire. Kyoujurou was expecting you to greet him with your using beautiful beaming face, but instead he had found you writhing on ground. "D-don't come near me!!" You shrieked in fetal position convulsing. Kyoujurou's worse nightmare had come true as he clutched onto the sheathe of his sword not knowing what to do. Oh, how cruel life could be. Tears pricked at his eyes as he struggled to search for the words he wanted to say, but nothing was coming out. "[name], please don't tell me..." His voice trailed off as his eyes widened in shock and horror. You finally met his gaze. Your once beautiful [e/c] human hues were now a perverse version of them. Pupils slitted like a cat and they were a luminescent purple and orange. Your claws were practically ripped from your skin and your teeth were now elongated into fangs that were now meant for shredding human skin. Your breathing was raged as tears stream down your face. "K-kill me." Kyoujurou's shaking hand gripped onto his sword, but he could not find himself to raise it from its place and slice your head clean. You were the love of his life after all. I can fix this. He shut his eyes tightly as he grit his teeth. "I can't." He stepped forward and opened his eyes to meet yours once again and you backed away against the tatami floor. "Who did this to you?" You watched as he crouched down to you level and reached out to cup your cheek but you turned away. "It was...It was..." You tried to recall your memory, but it was in fragments. It appeared in small flashbacks as you recollected the man in your head. He was an uppermoon. His long hair in a high ponytail and two scars on his forehead and neck and how could you forget the six eyes he possessed. But that's all you could remember before you blacked out and then woke up in agonizing pain, and then falling back into unconsciousness over and over and over again. "It was an upper moon...Koku-kokushibo...?" You said breathlessly recalling a short lived flashback of him speaking but the only words you could make out was his name. It was like it was a warning... You gasped. "We need to leave. Now." He searched your face for an answer. "Why? What's happened? Did you remember something?" "This was...this was suppose to be a warning to the demon slayer corps...Just kill me, Kyoujurou. I cannot bear this any longer." You twisted in agony. "No, I cannot allow that." He shook his head as he wept. He took another step forward to your body. He noticed that you were not healing and that made him gulped dryly. "Tamayo. Let us go see her. I recall Tanjiro talking about her whereabouts. She can, she can fix you." "Kyoujurou..." You cried out holding on to his arm in pain as the tears trickling down your face. "I cannot live like this. This vile creature that's threathening to come out of me." Kyoujurou wanted to scream. "I cannot let you die, [name]!" And with that he quickly sent out a crow to Tamayo warning her of what the situation was. He wrapped you up in a blanket and cloth and attached you to his back and then he was off. He never looked back at the home you used to share. Life was ever moving. By the time he had arrived to Tamayo's secret estate, she was already prepared for his arrival and rushed him inside to begin the procedure. "Why isn't she healing?" Tamayo gasped looking down at you as he laid you down on the operating table. "I don't know! Can you fix her?" Kyoujurou panted as he looked down at you and then her. Tamayo nodded with full resolve. "I will do my best." Time past by agnozingly slow as Kyoujurou sat there with clammy palms begging to anything and everything that you would come out okay. Yushiro sat there only staring at him in silence as Tamayo liked to work alone. "Do you know

who did this to her?" Yushiro asked as he watched Kyoujurou praying to what ever was up there. "I'm, I'm not sure. She said he was an upper moon, he went by the name...Koku...Kokushibo." Kyoujurou's voice was unusually quiet as he spoke. Yushiro froze for a moment at the name. He didn't want to let Kyoujurou be aware so he changed the subject quickly. "She's going to be okay." Yushiro licked his finger and flipped the next page of novel. Kyoujurou's fiery eyes were now on him. "How can you be so sure." That irritated Yushiro as Tamayo-san was the best at what she did, so how dare he insult her?! But this was a dire situation in which the former demon slayer's significant other was involved, so he calmed down. "Because Tamayo-san is the best. She would never let your precious [name] die on her table. She couldn't live with herself knowing she did that to her. She is precious to her as well. Just like that other demon child." "Nezuko." Kyoujurou recalled her name. "Tanjiro's sister, yes she's quite the child." "Yes, well, while I think she's nothing special, Tamayo-san adores her. She's working on a cure." "A cure?" Kyoujurou was on the edge of his seat hearing about this. He had never heard of a cure for demons. "Yes, Tanjiro is gathering blood samples of the upper moons to bring back to Tamayo-san so she can find a cure for Nezuko. I'm sure she's going to put [name] on the same roster, so please try not to worry." He replied nonchalantly. Kyoujurou almost felt relieved hearing this news, but before he could reply Tamayo had come out of her operating room. "She's awake and I stopped the bleeding. She's regenerating, but it's slow. I was able to reverse her curse, and I gave her something for the pain. Just try to speak quietly to her." She stopped Kyoujurou midway with a gentle hand to his chest. He winced a little at her cold touch. Although, he was accepting of Nezuko, he wasn't used to being around demons that wouldn't rip your head off and feast upon it the moment they had an opportunity. She noticed this and slowly put her hand to her side. "She's in critical condition, so please do not try to make her remember anything that occured earlier today when she turned. Turning is...pure anguish mentally, physically and emotionally. Be gentle." Although, Tamayo's words were painfully obvious it did help reinforce anything that Kyoujurou may want tp say when he wanted to be by your side. Millions of thoughts were racing through his head and he wanted nothing more than tear of this Kokushibo's head right off. Unbeknownest to Kyoujurou, Yushiro had whispered that name to Tamayo and she froze in place. Froze in complete disbelief that he had gone that far as to send a message to the demon slayers. "My love." Kyoujurou whispered as he approached your crumpled body. Your eyes that he was not used to shifted to him and he gulped at the sight of you. He smiled at you regardless as he touched your face. You sighed at his warm hand meeting your skin. "I'm sorry..." "Don't apologize. It's not your fault." Kyoujurou soothed as he took a seat beside you. "I cannot lie, my love, it is killing me to see you like this." "I know." You took his hand in your own and he had to force himself not to flinch at your touch. Your fingernails were razor sharp and yet they only grazed at your skin. "I remember what happened now." "Please, do not talk of this just yet. You must rest." She squeezed his hand gently and Kyoujurou could not believe how you were not hurting him one bit. Tamayo and Yushiro noticed this immediately and a smile was now upon her gentle face. "But--" You began, but Kyoujurou only shook his head. "But, nothing. Rest and we will speak of this tomorrow." Kyoujurou wasn't one to tell you what to do, but this time--this time he really needed you to listen to him. "Okay." You croaked out and nodded. He smiled tenderly at you. "You can carry her to her room. We will need her to stay here a few days to monitor her progress and see how she heals. You are free to stay with her." Tamayo spoke in a gentle tone to

him. "It's down this hallway on the second door to the left." And with one swift movement, Kyoujurou was carrying you off to your temporary room and slid the door open with his foot and entered. It was a relatively nice tatami room with a large and comfortable looking futon. He laid you ever so gently onto it. "Thank you, Kyo." You murmured still feeling like you were in a daze. "Whatever pain medication Tamayo-san gave to me is really making me feel woozy." You held your hand to your head. Kyoujurou softly chuckled at you. Your same mannerisms, your same soft voice and gentle touch. It was as if nothing changed. "[name]." He held your hand suddenly ans squeezed it. "Whatever it takes I will make you human again, I promise it." He had tears running down his smooth visage and it was enough for you to bring out the waterworks. You only nodded not trusting your voice. He immediately enveloped you into his arms. His scent overwhelming delicious and sweet, but for some reason no matter how good he smelled to you you held no urge to devour him. You only felt sleep overcome you. "I love you, Kyo." You whispered into the darkness as you felt yourself go limp. Subconsciousness was beginning to take over as you felt your eyes droop. You felt wetness against ythe nape of your neck and you sighed.

"I love you too, [name]. Just wait a little longer..." Was the last thing you heard before you drifted to sleep.

[drakenology]

Baby, Have My Babies - Ejiro Kirishima

summary: you and your pro hero fiancé take a romantic getaway for valentines day with one thing on his mind; baby making.

author’s note: oh hai! so this baby is for the corruption event @ultimate-astridwriting and @bummie is hosting for valentines day! shout out to them for including me 🥺. check out the other works that participated and as always enjoy!

warnings: smut! (minors no peeking!), breeding kink, use of the word “daddy” in the sack, unprotected sex, soft dom!kiri, prohero!kiri (the big bulky one with the long hair), dirrrrty talk, I cuss a lot and Kiri nuts a lot. all characters are aged up!

The night Kirishima proposed was a beautiful valentine’s night to remember. There you were, at one of the most expensive restaurants anyone could sit at in the middle of Bora Bora (your dream vacation spot), head empty. Just the image of your boyfriend, now fiancé kneeling down on one knee to pop the prettiest question.

“Will you marry me, baby?”, Crimson eyes full of love and adoration for you and only you as you gasp, your breath stolen as you watch him pull out the biggest diamond fucking ring you’d ever seen. Of course you said yes. Why the fuck wouldn’t you?

That same night you arrive at a hotel you were staying at in Bora Bora (the most romantic location to spend your valentines day). Kirishima saw to it that yours and his things would be taken up to the suite he had already reserved and decorated to surprise you.

You open the door swiftly, Kirishima’s chest swelling with pride when he hears your girlish squeal at the sight of the romantic decor (all done by yours truly). Flower pettles littered the carpet leading to the bed where countless gifts and a huge teddy bear rested. The room was covered in candles and roses and love. It smelled sweet like vanilla as a slow piano track played softly in the background. It was like a page out of a romance novel just opened up right in front of you.

Your eyes well up with tears at the wonderful gesture. Kirishima was always a romantic; his love language being gift giving and grand gestures, but he truly out did himself tonight. As you exclaim oo’s and ah’s at all of the suites glory you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist.

“You like it, honey?” He asked, leaving a trail of fluttering kisses along your neck as you swoon at his touch.

“I love it. I love you, Kiri.” Gushing as you spin around on your heels to reach up and kiss him. Instinctively, He hoists you into his loving arms; your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands firmly gripping your ass as one falls to push all the teddy bears off the bed he needed you in.

He lays you carefully onto the bed and admired your body from way up there (boy is tall), drinking you in and groaning at the sight of your face looking up at him all flushed and innocent-like. God, he couldn’t wait to ruin you completely and thoroughly.

“I’ve been thinking baby..” Kiri started to say, ripping your poor dress in half with his seemingly handcrafted hands and chuckling at your high pitched squeak. “What if..” after pressing a wet kiss on your midriff, trailing the attention down just above where you wanted him. “..we tried *kiss* for a *kiss* baby..?”

You shudder at his minstrations, biting your lip as you feel him prod his thick fingers over your clothed pussy. You wince at the sound of his groan at the feeling of your wet pussy practically sticking to your panties.

“So whaddya say?” He persisted, cock growing at the burning question. You were already so drunk on him, his mouth leaving open mouthed kisses over your covered heat causing you to slowly lose focus on anything other than the thought of just being railed already.

“M-Mm-hm..” You manage, nodding your head as you feel Kirishima smirk against your panties.

“You gonna let me, baby? Gonna let me fuck that cunt? Hm?” At this point he’s slurping on your pussy as he’s talking to you with that filthy mouth of his. God yes, you wanted to say but he’s devouring so good the only thing you can say is his title.

“D-Daddy! Ughhn fuck.” You cry, nearing your end surprisingly fast as his soft lips wrap around your aching clit.

“C’mon, baby. Cum all over my fucking mouth.” He huffed against you, humming into your pussy as he reattached his lips onto the throbbing bud. You arch your back up off the bed, toes curling and eyes rolled at the back of your head as you do as you were told.

Curses leave your lips as Kirishima continues his assault on your pussy, fucking you through your orgasm and working on a second one as he now has those fingers inside you. You gasp, whimpering as he hooked his fingers just like always to drive you crazy. Works everytime.

“Daddy, p-please. S’too much!” You lament, trying to pry your poor overstimulated pussy away from the hungry beast devouring you.

Kirishima loves when you try to escape him; an ego trip floating in his mind as he watched you writhe and struggle to leave his strong grasp.

“Uh-uh baby, where ya goin’?” He teased, latching his mouth onto your pussy as he fingered you. His lips were replaced by his warm tongue, licking and sucking as he stroked your walls with his fingers. You melt under his touch, worrying that the other guests staying on your floor could hear your desperate cries for more.

“God, give it to me. Fuckin’ give it to me.” Kiri soothed, feeling your hands tangle into his long red tresses as another orgams ripped through your whole body. Your thighs clamp around his head as you shake like a leaf. He paused for a moment to take in your half-ruined body, hungry for the satisfaction completely railing you into a stuttering mess.

Kirishima sits right up and grabs your face to plant a sinful kiss, tongues tasting each other as moans exchange between the two of you.

He pulls away, slick coating his chin as he hoisted himself on top of you. He propped himself up on one arm, the other taking his bulging cock into his hand to tease against your dripping folds.

“So fucking wet, baby.” He panted, “Ready for me? Want my dick inside you? Huh baby?” He cooed, the only thing he can hear is an out of breath and whiny little baby begging for his dick.

Kirishima sat up, pulling you off the bed as he wrapped your legs around him. You mewl at his brut strength, him lifting you with such ease throwing you for a loop. You wrap your arms around his neck as he prodded himself at your soaking wet pussy, sinking your body down onto him as you both moan at the feeling.

“Gonna fill you so fucking good. You like that? You love it when I fuck you like this, dont you?” He rambled, your gummy walls felt so good wrapped around his swollen cock. His hands gripped your ass as he slammed you down onto his dick, the sudden deepness causing your nails to sink into his back.

You shriek everytime your pussy took him in, back arching as the head brushed up against your g-spot. Your legs are shaking again, watching your feet as they dangle at either side of Kirishima’s body. His thrusts are strong, purposeful as he used you like a fuck toy all while standing up.

Your pussy made embarrassing noises, Kirishima commenting as the assault continued more forcefully.

“Shiiit. I love your fucking pussy. So wet. All for me, yeah?” Your response frantic nonsense.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Yes, daddy. G-give me more.” And so he does; his grip on your hips tighten as he slams you down slower and harder repeatedly hitting your g-spot at a new angle as he hunched over with you in his arms.

He started thrusting up into you, his large hand smacking down on your ass as he pounded you into nirvana.

“Mmm, you feel so fucking good, baby. Want me to fill you? You like it when I stuff you, huh?”

There was the familiar feeling coming yet again, stomach flipping and eyes fluttering as you sob into Kirishima’s neck.

“God, yes daddy! Cum inside me please, I-I need it.” You gripe, grabbing hold of one of your breasts as you attempt to grind into his thrusts in time with him.

“You need it, baby? Oh, I’m gonna give it to you. Just cum one more time for me.” He huffed, the feeling of your sopping wet walls clamping down onto him slowly becoming too much.

You pant, your face pulling into that little fucked out face Kirishima loved as you scream his name. Your whole body ignites, curses leaving your mouth as you cream all over his dick.

“Yeahhhh. That’s it baby. ‘M gonna fill you-fuck! I love you.” Kirishima said frantically; rutting into as few times before unloading himself inside you.

You feel his cum fill you up deliciously, the feeling of his dick throbbing inside you as he oozed causing you to whine. You feel him fuck his cum inside you; eager to breed you before pulling you off of his cock with a satisfied groan.

“Fuck sake.” He gasped. You were always such a good fuck. It should be illegal for your pussy to be that good. As he pulled out of your used hole, you felt the thick liquid drip out of you as Kirishima carried you to the master bathroom which was also candlelit.

“Let’s get cleaned up and keep this going. I can’t wait to see you waddling with my baby inside you.” He manifested. You hum into his chest as he cradled you like precious cargo, running the hot water for a bath for two.

“Love you” You slur, lazily dipping a finger into the bath.

“Ditto, babe.”

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HC: Seeing Them Shirtless for the First Time | JJK

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Music Genre: Rock | JJK

Characters: Gojo, Itadori, Megumi 

Warnings: cursing, suggestive content

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The first time you saw Gojo shirtless was during your first time being intimate with him.

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Gojo was just-perfect. You honestly couldn’t describe him any other way...yeah, he could sometimes be a pain in your ass with his boyish antics, but that somehow adds to that special charm he possesses. Even now, with his hands pinning yours above your head, lips molding into yours in a lustful heat, he was smiling as if he was having the time of his life. Gojo moved down from your lips, finally allowing you a second to breathe, instantly finding a spot on your neck, sucking and licking the skin as if his life depended on it. The sensation was overriding your system, your throat desperately trying to release a groan from the overwhelming sensation, intense heat traveling through your core. You felt him find the spot you were most sensitive in, that held back groan finally being stolen from your swollen lips. Embarrassment burst into your stomach, your knuckles tightening as you shifted to to the side, desperately trying to hide your face from making such a lewd reaction.

You felt Gojo chuckle against your skin, the vibration sending a shock wave throughout your spine and limbs. “Ah, Cmon doll, don’t be so shy,” he cooed, a devilish smirk encasing his features, “I like it when you make those little sounds for me.........and only me, right?” It was a taunt, a trap, and he knew it-if Gojo Satoru was anything, he was always confident in his abilities. And his ability to completely be able to control you, to keep you by his side, was no exception. Any other day, when you were thinking clearly you would Probabaly retort back with a back handed quip that would make him chuckle. But right now, with your head buzzing with adrenaline and only the thought of the way his skin felt against yours, his kisses burning into your flesh and the pulsating heat in your core...you just wanted him.

“Only you,” you whispered, voice wavering with nerves and adrenaline as your digits found the edge of his shirt, craving for more of his skin against yours. Gojo chuckled again, the sound warm and rich like molasses. Yet, his hand since again were on top of yours, now halting you in your pursuit of undressing him. “You really wanna do this doll? I’m not against it, not at all, but you dont have to-“

“I want to,” you interjected, face flushed with desperation, eyes wide with lust, “I want to so badly Gojo...I want you.” Gojo’s chest tightened at the words, a feral need exploding in his chest-god, the times he dreamed of this day and it’s finally happening...you were just too adorable, your hair tosseled from the heated make out sessions, lips puffy and skin so warm, your eyes practically begging him to devour you. How could he deny you that luxury, especially since you wanted it so much? He leaned in to your lips, digits tracing your skin in designs only he could imagine. He pulled away, mere centimeters from your skin. “You sure little one?” He asked again, using the nickname he gave you that always made you roll your eyes with a smile. It did just the trick, making you giggle at the name as you looked to the side-“I’ve always been ready, ya know.”

“Oh really?” He teased, that delicious smirk gracing his features. He leaned away from you, sitting up in the bed. “Well, I’m not too sure about that....” His digits wrapped around the hem of his shirt near his neck, pulling the fabric over his head and tossing it to the corner of his room. Gojo shook his hair out slightly, making the tendrils look even more chaotic than before. You felt your chest tighten by the sight of Gojo shirtless....you had imagined many times before, but seeing the real thing was way different, and way better. Gojo was built as perfectly as his personality, each muscle taught and visible in his abdomen and arms, the veins in his hand even more noticeable in the lighting. You gulped, staring at the way his sweatpants accentuated the dips of his hips, following down to the waist band of his boxers peaking out from his sweats.

Gojo noticed every gesture you made, loving how you drank in his form as he hovered over you. “Why don’t you take a picture-itll last longer,” he said as he leaned into your ear, earning a playful eye roll form you. He chuckled at your reaction, leaning back into your body, hands trailing the side of your waist. “Well if you’re not gonna take a picture....I don’t think it’s very fair that I’m the only one shirtless here....” your felt his digits find the hem of your shirt, teasingly tracing your skin under from underneath..

“So how about we change that, hm?”

The first time you saw Itadori shirtless it was by pure chance- He just cant seem to remember to bring a spare tshirt into the bathroom when he showers.

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Yuuji cant seem to understand why your so flustered- he is so adorable and innocently oblivious its almost painful. Especially when he comes out of the bathroom from a shower, cotton candy pink hair still dripping with water droplets, slick adomen in full view, the “V” of his hip bones partially exposed from the band of his sweatpants. You just wanted to have a chill movie night with your boyfriend-but how can you think about choosing between a horror or a comedy when you have that in front of you? You gulp down a ball of saliva as Itadori casually talked about the different options of films, rummaging through his drawers for a clean shirt as if this was all a normal event-which it was not. Your eyes were glued onto him, drinking in every deifned dip and curve and trying to hold yourself back from thinking about...other ways this cozy date could end up....

But Yuuji knows you like the back of his hand....he knows when something is wrong with you, and you most deinfitely are not your self right now. He instantly begins to ask you questions, voice softly laced with worry. You reassure him your fine, really, but Itadori knows you way too well. He gently raises your chin with his pointer and middle finger, forcing you to look into his eyes. Your breathe gets hitched in your throat, brain suddenly and unbelievebaly clouded from being so so close to him, now knowing that the boyfriend you love so dearly looks like a damn god under his clothing making your heart ram against your chest. His voice was comforting and warm, eyes scanning your face for any sign of sadness or even maybe sickness. 

“Whats on your mind?” he asks gently, trying to coax a response out of you so he can put his worries at ease....until he hears the words “your abs”, blurt out of your mouth at warp speed, your tone dazed and then immediately embarrassed, horror on your face for saying soemthing so honest. He blinks a few times, clearly not expecting that to come from you....but he would be lying if he didnt say he enjoyed it once it set in. A warm chuckle tumbles out of Itadori, that bright boyish grin plastered on his face. He really didnt mean to make you so flustered,..but he’s not complaining

The first time you saw Megumi shirtless was by force-he just hates being taken care of when he’s hurt.

Crimson red clumped against Megumi’s face, sticky and smeared glimpses of his pale skin glowing under the moonlight. His hair was matted down to his face from the slashes oozing out of his head, suit was slashed to bits, his ribs were killing him, and he had a limp on his left leg...but he was fine-honestly. Or that’s what he was trying to tell you...but you wouldn’t listen to a single second of the bull crap he was trying feed you. He was conflicted with emotions-on one hand, it almost annoyed him how utterly selfless you could be for him. It was 1am, the moon on its highest peak in the sky, and you were willing to play nurse for him....but on the other, it warmed him up inside that you did care so much. If he would allow himself to dwell on that emotion, he would admit-that it was .... nice....to have someone take care of him for once. He was used to bandaging each wound on his own, cleaning and disinfecting the soon to be battle scars, hissing to the walls at the pain it caused him. But with you there, you were soft, so gentle with him. Your touch was like a second adrenaline rush for him-you had yourself cradled in his lap, the skin of your thighs barely crazing his tattered uniform. Hands gently positioning his hair, pushing the wispy jet black strands away from the wounds.

“I can do this on my own,” he retorted quietly, his voice a few octaves lower from fatigue. “I bet you could..” you completely ignored him, continuing to busy yourself with closing a scrape on his skin with butterfly bandages. “-but why would I let you?” Megumi felt his breath hitch, taking a sharp breath in....any type of annoyance he felt with you being so god damn persistent instantly left his body, the only thing he can focus on was how much he loved your selfless nature-even if it could be annoying at times. But the instant he took in that deep breath, he felt a deep, guttural pain in his side, making him groan before he could stop it from spilling out of his mouth. That soft gaze you had turned to worry, your hands wrapping around his face, thumbs running smooth circles on his pale skin. “Your hurt....we’re going to need to-“

“N-no, I-“Megumi stuttered out, obviously flustered by the prospect of you seeing him so bare. “I-I’m fine. I can do this on my-“ his voice was stern and cold, yet the wavering tone made any attempt of sounding firm go invalid. You gave him a small smile, your fingers still running circles against his skin, making him look at you with nervous eyes. “Megumi, you are not fine,” you stated calmly, with eyes that simply said the opposite-you were genuinely worried for him. “please...you could have broken a rib, or done soemthing to cause a lot of damage...please, Megumi, I don’t want you to be in pain anymore.” You were asking him, pleading with him, and it broke Megumi in his core-he just couldn’t stand to see you look that scared for him of all people. Megumi sighed, eyes drifting down to the floor in hopes you couldn’t see his embarrassment as he gave in to you.

You helped Megumi shuffle out of his uniform, opting to cut it with some scissors halfway (as it was tattered to shreds already). Both of you were quite nervous...in your relationship, you had never down anything that would warrant for you to see each other’s body’s. So you being able to see him without a shirt felt like a huge step, even if it wasn’t such a big deal to an outsider. Once the fabric was finally off, you both sat in silence, your minds reeling. You knew Megumi was fit, but seeing exactly how much that work paid off brought heat flooding your body, your eyes focused on the way his breath contracted and relaxed his muscles, the moonlight catching the divots of his lower abdomen deliciously. Pale white Scars littered his skin from training, making his body even more mysterious to look at. Each scar was a story, some sort of battle, a lesson he had to learn...you wanted to learn about each and every one. Your hand felt drawn to them, digits slowly checking for signs of bruising, purposefully tracing those scars in order to burn them to memory. Fushigori was practically panicking, desperately trying to keep his heartrate lowered, the cool night air biting at his heated skin as your digits traced against his sides. You were only trying to detect the spots that could be damaged on his abdomen...but damn was it firing something inside him. He was feeling more comfortable like this, just relishing the feeling of your skin on his.

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