#good thinking ruku

[gawkingatyourface]

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summary: A new recruit, Sas joined the Hazbin Hotel after the extermination which made Charlie so happy that she was jumping with joy. This new recruit took the whole crew to their only family that was outside of Pentagram City. Not realizing what they were getting into or more like whom they'll meet.

pairing: Lucifer x reader , Alastor x reader , Azrael x reader

warnings: angst, swearing, violence

notes: hi guys! this is my side blog for Hazbin Hotel stories hehe I've been so obsessed with the show as well as the songs. Just everything about it, pulled me in lol anyway, this is just a little preview of a story I'm working on. Hope you guys like it! Let me know if it's good or not hehe

"Are we almost there toots? We've been walking for who knows how long?!" Angel complained as Husk chuckled beside them.

"We are. Just a few more." The new recruit named Sas said back as he looked around to see a familiar building.

Well the only building in the middle of no where.

Everyone looked at the building before looking at Sas with curious and judgmental looks.

He turned back at them and rolled his eyes.

"It might look bad from the outside but inside it's way better. Haven't you guys ever heard of not judging a book from its cover."

"Don't read books."

"Nope."

"What's a book?"

Sas raised an eyebrow at them and shook his head.

"Come on. She's waiting for us."

That caught Charlie's attention.

"She? Are we here for another recruit?"

Sas shook his head.

"I don't think she wants to redeem herself to heaven. She hates heaven for a reason that I can't tell you."

"Oh..."

That made Charlier sad as Vaggie comforted her.

"She's also my big sister so flirting is off limits." He said towards Angel whom just laughed and stick their tongue out at him.

"Well, he's got a point." Husk commented which Angel glared at him.

Alastor was quiet as he had never heard of this place. He eyed the place with suspicious as he kept silent. He even glanced to see Lucifer even curious about this place. He figured that he didn't know this place as well.

The King of Hell didn't know of this place, how odd.

Sas stood in front of the door and glanced at everyone for a second before he opened the door to reveal a well, styled place.

A café.

Multiple types of demons were chatting away their lives, not caring whom had came in.

Everyone was astonished at how well designed this place was. It was old fashioned. With paintings and sculptures all around the area. There was a small bar on the right side of the place. On the far left corner, there was a small stage that someone was performing with a piano which gave the whole place the old times vibes.

Alastor really liked it. It reminded him back when he was a human.

Charlie was amazed at how everyone was so chill and collected.

No bloodshed. No violence.

Just calm and enjoyment.

Vaggie also liked at how calm the environment was. She could breathe in peace and not worry about protecting Charlie and the rest.

Angel thought the place was cool and stuff but their eyes were definitely on the bar and the variety of drinks they had.

Even Husk was astonished at the bar choices.

Niffty was on Alastor' shoulder before dropping to the ground. Her expressions about the place was hilarious. She eyed the whole place like a little girl in a field trip. So excited to explore the whole place for roaches.

"This place is amazing! Where are the roaches?!"

Sas managed to grab her before she ran all over the place and caused a rukus.

"Calm down Niffty. I'll let my sister know first for you to find the roaches."

"Yay! Where is she?! I need to kill them roaches!"

Sas shook his head before he handed Niffty to Angel and made his way to the bar.

Lucifer stood beside Charlie as he was amazed at the place interior design. It felt homey. So comfy and relaxing. It somewhat warmed his heart.

Sas nodded at the bartender and went back to the group.

"She'll be here in a bit. While we wait, let's go sit and get some drinks."

"Whoo! Finally!" Angel said as they all went to a table on the far end of the place.

"So what's this sister of yours like Sas?" Charlie asked as she sat beside Vaggie.

"Yeah, you make her sound so mysterious."

"As long as she doesn't kill us."

Before Sas could say anything, a angelic voice was heard.

"I don't think killing my little brother's friends would do me any good."

Everyone turned around to see a rather exquisite creature in front of them. Aside from Sas that looked at her with a big smile and teary eyes.

Standing in front of them was [Y/N], a nine tailed fox that was wearing a rather comfy dress with rested above her knees. Her eyes staring at each face with curiosity and interest.

Just like they were all looking at her with interest especially two of them.

Lucifer and Alastor.

They couldn't keep their eyes off of her. It was like she was hypnotizing them with just her eyes.

"[Y/N]!"

Sas yelled out as he got up and ran towards her; hugging her so tight.

She giggled at his excitement as she wrapped her arms around him tightly. She surely did miss him.

"Well, is it just me or you've gotten handsomer since the last time I saw you? Was it a year ago or so?"

Sas nodded as he hugged her tighter. He had missed her so much.

She smiled down at him as she stroked his hair with care and loving.

Charlie looked at her with big, sparkling eyes especially at the sigh of her nine tails. She had never seen anyone with so many tails. They looked so amazing.

"Her tails are gorgeous." She whispered to Vaggie whom nodded at her in agreement.

"You must be Charlie."

Charlie froze as she noticed that she had been staring too long at her tails that she didn't realize that she just spoke to her. She quickly got up and bowed at her.

"Yes I am!"

[Y/N]'s eyes widen before giggled at how adorable Charlie was acting.

"There's no need to bow Charlie. After all, you are the Princess of Hell. It's an honor for you to visit my place." [Y/N] said with grace as she slightly bowed since Sas was still hugging her.

"Well, Sas wanted us to meet you. He said that he really missed you and I wanted to have a conversation with you as well."

That caught [Y/N]'s attention.

"It's a pleasure to meet you all as well and what would you like to discuss with me?"

She patted Sas head for him to let her go as they both went to sit down. She sat on the empty chair between Lucifer and Alastor which Sas didn't like at all. He pouted as he sat beside Angel.

Lucifer gasped a bit as he glanced to see [Y/N] up close which made her even more beautiful in his eyes. The way she carried herself was something that attracted him to her but his face turned to a glare as he noticed the Radio Demon looking at her as well.

Alastor kept his eyes on her with a big smile on his face. Yet, this smile was different from his usual one. It was softer, like he had fallen in love at first sight yet he denied it. He had a plan and goal to get his soul back. That was all he needed. He didn't have time to fall for someone like her. There's no way.

But he couldn't help but keep his eyes on her, watching her every move especially her tails.

They looked so soft. He had the urge to touch them. He even had the idea that if she lets him touch her, he'd gladly let her touch his. His eyes widen at the realization at what he was thinking as he glanced away from her, not wanting anyone to notice his infatuation with her.

But one did.

And they weren't happy at all.

The King of Hell had been glaring at the Radio Demon. Alastor couldn't help but smirk back at him as if it was a competition which they both decided that it was.

"Well, it's mostly about my dream to help my people. I'm sure Sas has told you about the Hazbin Hotel."

[Y/N] nodded.

"Well, it's a hotel for sinners to redeem themselves so they can have a better life and possibly go to Heaven."

As Charlie went on about her dream and the improvement that everyone has been doing; [Y/N] was lost in thought about her idea. It did seem like a good idea but knowing how Heaven is especially Adam and Sera; it wasn't gonna happen.

Everyone wanted to go up to Heaven because of the paradise yet for some it wasn't worth it.

It was quiet for a bit until [Y/N] felt a spark from someone touching her hand-well more like both her hands which got her out of her mind and blinked several times to bring her back.

"[Y/N], you alright?"

Before she could say anything, she glanced to see that Lucifer and Alastor were the ones that awoken her. She gave them a small smile but that quickly disappeared as she felt a presence that she hadn't felt in a while.

A long time.

She knew that Lucifer was sitting next to her whom couldn't take his eyes off her along with the wide smiled guy that was sitting next to him.

No this was someone else.

Someone that she's been trying to hide from.

Her eyes widen at the realization as she quickly got up which got everyone's attention.

"You all need to-"

A loud crash was heard at the front door which made everyone gasp as they all stood up.

[Y/N] looked at the bartender and gave him a signal which he returned as he took several of the customers to the back door for safety. Just from the explosion, she automatically knew who it was.

It was him. For sure.

"Sis, what's going on?" Sas said as he gripped onto her hand tightly, not knowing what was going on.

"I need you to take your friends out of here. Someone is here and they don't take lightly-"

"Oh sweet [Y/N]...are you here darling?" A mocking, sweet voice was heard.

One that she knew so well that she got chills all over her body.

Lucifer stood up as well, knowing that voice as well. He didn't believe that he'd be here. He couldn't be.

"There's no way that.."

"It is him."

She answered him, not even looking at him.

Lucifer's eyes widen as he looked at [Y/N] whom was looking straight ahead in a glare.

"How is that...why is he even here?"

[Y/N] kept silent as the cloud of dust started to disappear to reveal the person that they were talking about.

"My sweet [Y/N], oh how I've missed you."

The voice got deeper as the view got clearer.

"Dad, what is going on? Who is that?"

Lucifer stood beside [Y/N] as he couldn't answer Charlie, he was too shocked at whom was in front of him.

"Oh my, we have some company. How fun. Guess this will make my work even easier." The figure revealed to be Azrael, the Angel of Death.

"Azrael."

Hearing her say his name made his smile wider as he took steps closer to her.

"How lovely your voice sounds when you say my name, wifey."

Everyone was shocked.

WIFEY?!

...

[pro-logue-epi-logue]

RANDOM DEVIL'S NIGHT THOUGHTS

~NUMBER 27~

Has anyone read Rukus by LJ shen, (and if you hadn't and want too BE PREPARED TO GET HEARTBROKEN !)

yeah so,

Dean Cole = Will Grayson III

Although, Dean is wayyyyyy nicer and awesome to Rosie than Will ever was to Emory.

Dean is wayyyyyy way way more caring.

And Dean is also funnier than Will.

So many similarities-

"But Rosie fucking hated me. So, I stayed single."

This is what Dean said about Rosie.

TEL ME THIS ISN'T WILL ABOUT EMMY!! YOU CAN'T!!

Dean didn’t date anyone for 11 years.

Will didn't date anyone for since he saw em and specially after the night at the cove, so for 12 years he didn't date anyone.

"You need to stop hitting on me.” Her voice was painfully flat.

He got rejected Just like Will.

They both are in love for YEARS! JUST. Like. Willemmy. And guess what, Rosie loves him but is trying so hard to keep him away, just like Emory did.

" Is English not your native tongue? Should I say no in another language? I don’t speak Asshole fluently, but I can try"

Emory would be so proud of Rosie.

Rosie hated my guts, and for a good reason. Every time Baby LeBlanc saw my face, she saw empty fun; a stoner who got to where he was because his daddy was a famous lawyer, and his last name was Cole, and the Coles donated enough money to Harvard to feed the better half of Africa, so my future was paved for me before I even knew how to spell the word entitled.

Isn't this what Will used to think Emmy thought of him .

Everyone was setting down roots and playing grown-ups.

Everyone but us

WILLEMMY! Flashback

The only thing that is not similar is how DeanRosie end. 😭😭

[demonicpiano]

K, I, N, & D :)

(From the fandom meme ask!)

-

K - Say something nice about someone in any of your fandoms.

My best fandom friend, @arternestkirkland...EVERYTHING. 😭 They're so funny, I love their headcanons, I love their art, they can do serious in one hand and goofy in the other at the same time, I'm so glad they're here when I'm here and I get the goodness of talking to them. 💖

I - Has tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why?

(Answered that here!)

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

Action and fight scenes, weapons, fisticuffs, actual throwdowns. Yes, it exists. I know. I need more. A Hetalia fighting game, like Mortal Kombat or Soul Calibur. More poly content. Which ship is better? Doesn't matter. They're getting thrown all in one pile and I'm seeing how long it takes for them to start smooching (please, I need more RUKUS or FrUKUS or GerItaPan or RusAmeChu or or or or...).

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t (again: be nice).

Uh uh uh 😳 I don't know! 😭 Just when I think I'm not crazy about a pairing, I start thinking of it, and then the situations where I wouldn't mind it and think it would be cool and---

AmeCan, I guess? I see them as twins. I'm not too crazy about them making out. But if they're double-teaming somebody? Hm. 👀

[nights-legacy]

I Don't Want You. - Dabi Pt. 1

Masterlist MHA Masterlist

2731 words

Warnings: Smut 🔞 NSFW, language, Angst insults and hate from Dabi.

Note: You have a telekinesis & telekinetic energy quirk.

+ You and Dabi were out causing a rukus when he gets hit with a quirk. At first, it seems like nothing is wrong, but as the evening continues, things change. He starts to become more and more affectionate with you. Is he returning your feelings finally, and will it last?

The simple mission had turned into chaos. Dabi and I had just gone out to just stir some shit but we weren't trying to start chaos. At least not this time. Some civilians that Are wannabe heroes tried to step in and "save the day". They were just a nuisance but when some sidekicks showed up is when it became chaos.

"Let get out of here, Dabi." I yelled at him as people began to fight each other. We were hiding behind some pillars. He looked at me with a smirk.

"Well we did cause some ruckus. But yeah let's get out of here." He agreed. We ran out and through the crowd. We were just about to the door when I heard Dabi yell in frustration. I turned back to see him being dusted in some pink dust and a scared woman before him.

"Get back!" I screamed and Dabi opened his eyes and they were looking directly at me. I knocked the woman back and pulled Dabi out. We didn't stop running until we couldn't hear any screaming or sirens. "Shit."

"You can say that again." He chuckled. I leant on my knees, trying to catch my breath as he leant against the wall. I gave him a quick once over to see it that woman's quirk had any physical, visual effects.

"You okay? Feel any weirdness from that woman's quirk?"

"I don't think so. We'll have to wait and see, I guess." He met my gaze. I noticed he paused for a second while staring at me. His pupils widened ever so slightly before he looked away, shaking his head. "Let's get back to the bar. I need a drink." 

"Sure." I wasn't so sure he was okay but didn't press it.

After an uneventful walk back, Dabi immediately went to grab a drink while Toga latched on to me. She started rambling on about something I couldn't keep up with. I was too distracted with checking on Dabi. Every time I looked his way, he was staring at me. He wasn't paying much attention to Spinner talking to him.

"And then I couldn't even get a bit of his blood! It was so annoying." She pouted. I chucked and ruffled her hair.

 "Awe, poor baby. I'm sure you can find someone else to go crazy on. I mean..." I cut short when I felt someone's fingertips brush the back of my neck, moving the hair aside. They moved in close, nearly nuzzling my neck. I turned to see Dabi. "Dabi, what..."

"You smell good." He said, running the tip of his nose along my throat. I gasped as shivers ran down my spine. I met Toga's confused gaze. One of his arms circled my waist.

"Um, Dabi?" I piped up. "What are you doing?" He froze behind me.

"Wh-what? Shit." He pulled away from me. I turned to him and saw him shaking his head. He then brought a hand to his head. "What the hell? I'm going out for a smoke."

"Dabi?" I called. He wouldn't look at me as he dodged his way out.

"What was that?" Toga chirped. 

"Not sure. I'll talk to you later." I followed the path Dabi took. I had an idea this had to do with that woman's quirk. I didn't see him when I initially got outside. I began to search for him. I finally found him at the opposite end of a nearby ally. He had his head in his hand and I could see the smoke rising from the cigarette. "Dabi?"

"Don't!" He held out his hand towards me and I stopped. He looked up at me and another shiver went up my spin as his eyes pierced me. The blue in his eyes was nearly glowing making him look almost ethereal. I gulped as something stirred in me.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling alright?"

"I feel weird. Dammit!" He pushed off the wall, kicking a can across the alley. I dodged as it flew at and past me. He began pacing, grumbling about the weird feeling. He then suddenly stormed up to me. "I can't stop..." He stopped suddenly, sucking in an unsteady breath. I saw his eyes dilate.

"Dabi?" I was starting to feel like a broken record. He threw his cig down and stomped it out. He circled his arm around me again, setting his forehead on mine. I gasped at his movement.

"I can't stop thinking about YOU." He whispered. He pulled me tight against him. My mind was running in circles trying to keep up and comprehend what he was saying. The feelings I had for him that were buried deep were trying to push their way up. I didn't want to get my hopes up so I pushed back.

"Me? Why me?" I stuttered.

"I don't know! Dammit!" He moved to bury his face in my neck. He took a big breath. "You smell like vanilla and chai." He softly muttered before pressing his lips on my neck. I bit my lip and tried not to pull him closer.

"I Um, Dabi. We should Uh..." I tried to get a hold of myself. He brought his head back up and met my gaze. He brought a hand up and brushed hair away.

"Your hair is so soft." He played with the strands before cupping my face. He began to move closer, staring at my lips. My eyes went to shut as he got close.

"Yo, Dabi! L/N! You coming back in?" We jumped at the sound of Spinner's voice. We looked down the alley. A growl rumbled through Dabi's chest.

"No! We're not. Fuck off!" He yelled before grabbing my hand and dragging me in the opposite direction. After a few minutes, I realized he was pulling me towards my apartment. I didn't speak as we walked on. At the pace he set, we were there no time.

"Let me unlock the door." I said as we walked up to my place. I unlocked the door and before I could even open the door, he picked me up around the waist. "H-hey!"

"You're fine." He mutters. He slammed the door shut and I heard the lock click. Dabi has been to my place multiple times so he knows his way around. He all but threw me on my counter.

"What is going on with you?" I asked as he straightened up.

"I don't know but it's you. I can't stop thinking about you. I'm drawn to you, I need you. Fuck!" He grabbed my face and got in close. He paused for a second. I could read confusion and want in his eyes.

"It's okay." I gently grabbed his wrists, softly tracing the staple stitches. I took the initiative and pushed up to kiss him. He responded immediately. The kiss was heated, fast, and passionate and I loved every minute.

"Damn. Your lips taste even better than you smell. I can only imagine how you taste down here." He brought one hand down and cupped me through my pants. I gasped and squeezed my eyes shut as he applied some pressure. He positioned his hips between mine and started to buck ever so slightly.

He went down to my neck and with no hesitation, he began to leave love bites up and down. I reached up and raked my hand through his hair. He stopped his mensastrations and raised his head. He nuzzled into my hair.

"I want you." He growled between his heavy breathing. He pulled my hips flush against his. I moaned and dropped my head onto his shoulder, wrapping my legs around his waist.

"Then take me to the bedroom." He growled against my lips before he picked me up by my thighs and raced to my room.

He unceremoniously dropped me on the bed before he started pulling off his clothes. I just pushed up on my elbows to watch him. He smirked when he noticed me watching.

"Come on, sweetheart. Take 'em off." He nodded his head at me. I bit my lip before sitting up to take off my shirt. I kicked off my shoes as I undid my jeans. I pulled them off and went to pull my underwear off but he quickly grabbed my wrists. "Those, I'll do."

"Alright." I laid back down as he traced his hands over my skin. I sighed at the feeling of his warm skin on mine. He traced the band of my underwear before roughly pulling them down. I made a noise of surprise but didn't complain.

"Gods, you're hot." He was already fucking me with his eyes so I couldn't wait for him to actually do it. He leant over and caged me in his arms. He kissed me fiercely and it screamed 'Dabi' in every sense. He pulled away and before I could even register, he was on his knees.

"Fuck!" I screamed as he latched his mouth onto me. He went to town on me as if he was a starving man. I gasped and gripped my sheets in an iron grip. 

I pushed up on my elbows and watched as he devoured me. The movement of his tongue against me had me writhing and moaning so loud I might have to deal with a noise complaint. I honestly couldn't keep quiet if I wanted to. He opened his eyes to meet my gaze. His eyes were crazed and dark with lust. He pulled away.

"You feeling good or something?" He smirked. I whined at the loss of feeling but nodded in affirmation. He chuckled darkly. He dove back in. He reached up and pushed me back down. I felt his fingers brush my entrance.

"Ah!" I choked as he inserted his fingers. He somehow found that spot inside of me right away. My hands latched onto his hair. I grinded up into his face but whined again when he held down my hips. "Dabi!"

"Problem?" He teased me. I would have glared at him if I wasn't so focused on the way his fingers were pistoning in and out of me.

"I'm so close, shit!" I tried to buck up but his hold held.

"Then cum." He demanded before lowering back down. Almost instantly, I followed his order. I seized up as the white hot pleasure shot up my spine. He didn't stop or even slow down, extending my high as long as possible. I gasped for air as I came down. He kept going and I tried to squirm away as the overstimulation started.

"Too much." I whimpered. He seemed to take mercy on me.

"You do taste damn good down here too." He pulled up and leant over me again. He kissed me and I could taste myself on his lips. I took the initiative and forced my tongue in his mouth. He groaned, squeezed my hip. "Need to be in you."

"Need you in me." I tried to push his underwear down. He stood to his full height and yanked down the material. He pumped his hand over his shaft and I gulped. I figured he was big but damn.

"Up." He motioned up the bed. I crawled up but it didn't seem fast enough for Dabi. He wrapped an arm around me and lifted me the rest of the way. He then shoved me down.

He laid down on his side and positioned me in front of him. I brought my leg up as he pulled my hips back.

"Dabi." I whined in impatience. I reached back and set my hand on his hip.

"Patience baby." He chuckled sensually in my ear.

"Please..." I whined breathlessly. He hummed, nosing the back of my neck. I felt the tip of his dick prode at me. I wiggled back more, trying to get him in me.

"Alright, alright. I'm feeling generous." He kissed my cheek. I felt his tip catch the rim of my entrance. He slowly pushed in and the air left my lungs. I knew he was big but he was stretching me beyond belief.

"Ah! Dabi!" I tightened my grip on his hip as continued to work himself in. I gasped as he finally bottomed out on me. I grasped at the sheets, pillows, his arms trying to ground myself.

"Damn." He groaned before retracting his hips and snapping them foreword. He gave me no reprieve and began to piston his hips into me.

The sounds that left me would have normally made me blush but I couldn't be bothered to care right now. The heat was quickly building up in my core. The drag of his cock against my walls was driving me insane.

"Agk! Dabi! Right there!" I screamed as he angled his hips differently. His teeth sunk into the skin of my neck as he picked up the pace. I tried to rock back against him but his thrusts were just too forceful.

"Come on, baby. I know you're getting close." He said gruffly in my ear. His hand traveled up my body, tweaking my nipples before clapsing it tightly around my throat. The heat in my belly was growing and the pleasure was winding tighter and tighter.

"C-close!" I choked out. I felt him grab my chin and he turned my head. He leaned in to where his lips barely touched mine.

"Cum." He growled before kissing me hard. My body followed his command without question. My moans were swallowed by Dabi as he ravished my mouth and body. He pulled away and get his head against the back of my neck. "Shit."

"Dabi." I gasped as his thrusts became more erratic, chasing his own high and extending mine.

"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N..." His manta of my name was interrupted by his own high. He gripped my hip and stilled as he spilled his seed inside of me. The only sound of our heavy breathing was filling the silence of the room.

After a minute, he pulled back and pulled out of me. I sighed as I felt his com drip out of me. I let my leg relax down before pushing up to sit on my hip. I looked at Dabi to see him on his knees, pumping his half hard shaft. I met his eyes to see the heavy lust.

"Hope you're up for more because I am nowhere near done with you." He smirked. I bit my lip as he popped his neck. "Get on your back. I need to see your face when I make you fall apart again.

~Next Morning~

The first thing that I noticed when I woke up was the aches. Almost every joint in my body was aching and I could feel slight burning from small cuts caused by Dabi's staples. I hummed in content and snuggled into my blankets. I felt the bed move.

"Hm?" I pushed up onto an elbow and saw Dabi with his back to me, getting dressed. "Where are you going?" I giggled.

"I'm leaving." He said coldly. I flinched a bit at the tone. I wrapped a blanket around me and got on my knees. I moved to the edge of the bed. I reach out to touch him.

"But Dabi... Last night we... I thought..."

"Don't!" He ripped away from me and glared harshly at me. I flinched back, landing on my butt. "You thought wrong. Last night was nothing but a quirk... a mistake. There is nothing between us, and there never will be. You're pathetic to think otherwise."

"I, I, I..." Tears were forcing their way up.

"I, I, I. What did you expect? Me to be in love with you? Please, I'm not remotely interested." He hissed as he forced on his shirt. I bit my lip to keep myself from making any sound and looked away. I heard him grab his coat and shrug it on. He stormed out and it wasn't until I heard the front door slam did I finally cry.

"Fuck!" I collapsed into the sheets and sobbed. I shouldn't have expected anything different. I knew there was no chance of him returning my feelings but it still hurt. It hurt like hell. I screamed loud and long, letting out a pulse of telekinetic energy that trashed my room. I said there and cried until everything turned numb and I passed out.

Tag List: @lilparcheesie @dxnaii-rxse @iris-shihabi @l0vely-lee

[thecrxwclub]

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grab a fan and some ice water because this fic is HOT!! kaz is both a simp and an asshole, and no one is suprised. 

— updated 6/30

treacherous by downn_in_flames (M) 29/30

30 out-of-order vignettes of kanej post-ck. this is my absolute FAVORITE fic, it just makes my heart so happy!!

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kaz goes to visit inej’s family in ravka and i just LOVE this. i love anything about kaz interacting w/ her family, and the writing in this is soso good!

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i’m a sucker for any 5+1 fic, and lucky for me kanej has a lot of them. this one is 5 times the dregs were confused by kaz and inej’s relationship + 1 time it was made abundantly clear and i LOVE IT

this love will spin, now and always by whynotcherries (T) 4.4k

hey look another 5+1!! beauty told 5 times through kaz’s pov and 1 time through inej’s

through wide oceans, back home to you by wishingforrain (G) 1k

a quick little one-shot about how inej feels safe around kaz that is guaranteed to make you feel all warm and fuzzy

Between the Lines by unfortunate17 (M) 7.2k

5 times other people realized kaz was in love with inej + 1 time where he realized it himself

forever is the sweetest con by downn_in_flames (T) 2.3k

literally anything by this writer is my favorite, and this is no exception. just the quote “no i’m marrying inej for the tax incentives, the fact that i love her is entirely separate from the fact that kerch law favors married partners” tells you everything you need to know

Dirtyhands by feelinglikecleo (E) 2.3k

i think the title speaks for itself on this one. *wink wink nudge nudge* 10/10

die for you in secret by downn_in_flames (T) 5.3k

it’s another 5+1 no one is surprised!! 5 times kaz didn’t say what he was thinking + 1 time he did. this is definitely one of my favorites, and with the amount of times i’ve reread it it might be #1

it’s just a fantasy by buries (E) 7.7k

yes this is really just 7k of smut but it’s also just so in-character and i love how they write them!!

begin again by downn_in_flames (T) 2.4k

I SMILED THE ENTIRE TIME I READ THIS IT’S SO SOFT AND MAKES MY HEART SO HAPPY!! i love a good kanej kid fic and wholeheartedly believe that kaz would be such a good dad and love that kid so damn much (this is also the epilogue to treacherous, which i linked earlier!!)

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kaz taking care of inej when she has debilitating cramps, this is so soft and i love it

canon divergent

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Jordie lives fic! I absolutely love this one, it’s one that I read over and over again because it just makes me smile, I absolutely love how Jordie and Kaz are written.

full in all your veins by southslates (T) 1.5k

soulmate fics are my bread and butter, and this one is just so good

pick apart (the pieces of your heart) by midnights (N/A) 6.2k

the takes place in the universe of the show right after they get back to ketterdam and i’m obsessed with it

farmer kaz by cafatonin (G) 7k

the crows actually learning about kaz’s backstory isn’t a want, it’s a NEED!! a fic where everybody lives and no one dies!!

text fic

best of times, worst of crimes by clevernotbrilliant (T) 57/?

good ol’ college text fic, my one true love!! i usually don’t love oc’s in fics but i really love the character they created and how she fits into the crows!!

Nothing’s changed at all by whynotcherries (T) 64/?

the crows go to summer camp!! also jordie lives!!

Birds of a Feather Flock Together by laufeydottirs (T) 10/?

ofc i have to rec my own text fic :) if you squint you can see some plot, but it’s mostly just chaos

helnik

lover by lostinthelightss (T) 15/30

thirty (eventually) modern au oneshots that fill the helnik-shaped hole in my heart

[sabrgirl]

hiii

do you have any tips on reading the quran consistently?

i find it incredibly hard to start and keep doing it and it eats me up. I have no problem with other acts of worship but reciting the quran seems to be a problem

hello :) try and make it a habit to read Qur'an after a specific prayer every day. for me, i read Qur'an after fajr every day. give yourself a goal and start off small - start with reading just 1 ruku of the Qur'an every day (after your chosen prayer) for a week. after the week ends, continue for another 2 weeks. then 1 month. eventually, it will become a subconscious habit Insha’Allah. when i first started doing this after fajr, i had to tell myself, 'okay, i'm going to read Qur'an now'. but now, after fajr I go and get my Qur'an without thinking and it feels as though my fajr prayer is incomplete without reading the Qur'an after now.

give yourself a 'punishment' if you go back on your word. for example, if you said you would read Qur'an after fajr and you didn't, you now need to read 5 ruku's minimum after asr. or pay 50p/£1 into a sadaqah box, etc. obviously these aren't 'punishments' because they're good deeds but give yourself something that makes you feel like you absolutely must read the Qur'an after whenever you said you would, otherwise you know you will need to double your goal and do extra (which is harder for you initially as if it's hard to read a little bit now, then of course reading more later is going to be even harder and will motivate you to stick to your goal).

this is what works for me! start off slow, take it day by day and praise yourself for doing it. you don't need to read a whole chapter a day, reading a tiny bit also gives you rewards, alhamdulillah and is better than not reading at all. whenever it becomes a habit for you, you can increase how much of the Qur'an you read Insha’Allah.

i pray Allah makes it easy for you and helps you implement the daily recitation of the Qur'an into your everyday life, Ameen ♡

[mizumiii]

Welcome - Part I

King Desha x Fem!Reader

Table of contents

Credit : Oreskis

Hello ! So there it is. I'm still not really sure about the setting of the story but you can think of it as in a happy future.

I'm French, so my English is still lacking but I hope you will still be able to enjoy it !

For now there is no warning but do not worry NSFW will happen, sonner rather than later ;)

Part I

"Next."

King Desha looked bored out of his mind or at least he was in his mind : his appearance was as serious as he needed. Every matter in his kingdom was important, however the day was growing old, and so was his patience.

"King Boji's emissary," the guard announced.

He kept his surprise for himself, feeling that maybe something would finally give him some fun. When his eyes found you, his mouth widened.

"You ! I remember you !" He growled, pointing at you with his scepter.

"I'm glad you remember me." You said without showing it on your face.

"What are you doing here ? Coming to settle our fight ?" He taunted you with a smirk. " Not that you stand a chance against me hehehe !"

"As glad as I would be to spare again with someone as good-looking as you, I'm in fact here as an emissary. "

"And for what purpose?" He asked you, his face darkening for a reason that eluded you.

"King Boji wants to unite your two kingdoms in every way possible, to allow each of them to enjoy their advantages. I have a letter from the king, his words are far better than mine despite his young age. "

You handed the letter to the guard who then presented it to the king. His face twisted in annoyance as his eyes traveled the page with attention. He stayed silent for a moment, thinking about his next move.

"How were you chosen to carry such a mission?" He finally asked.

"I was the only volunteer."

"Why?" His glare was studying you with deadly attention.

"We were interrupted last time, I thought it would be a good opportunity."

"You're quite the strange one…" He took some time to think but like the last time he saw you, there was not much to learn by looking at your face, which was as expressionless as ever. One could only admire your poker face : the only thing he could guess was that you had been in some incident or gruesome fight since your left eye was scared, and your left cheek burned. He thought about your last encounter, trying to seek more information.

*

“I heard some rukus down there, so I came to see what kind of garbage thinks it can attack the Bosse Kingdom...”

You slowly stepped down the stairs, only coming to a stop close to Domas. He was in bad shape against his opponent and there still was an army of golden warriors waiting downstairs. For now, they were waiting for orders. That one was standing in front of you, and even if he was a couple of stairs down, he was still as tall as you. You stopped talking to take a good look at him. His weapon was huge, but you had seen worse with King Bosse, he had a crown on top of his head, and his face was very unordinary.

“I take back what I said,” you corrected with a straight face “ you’re clearly too handsome to be garbage.”

“Are you not a bit too straightforward ?” the obviously king replied smugly while his own men looked at him in disbelief.

“Why ? I’m complimenting you. You have a really good face.”

“Is it your way to taunt your adversary ? You’ll need to do better. Well I guess that’s all a woman can do.”

You blinked, feeling rather unconcerned by his verbal attack.

“I don’t know what my gender has to do with it, but it seems my words are still not good enough. I guess we’ll need to satisfy ourselves with my sword.”

“Your clown of a mate could not even scratch me, you really think you can do better, eh ?”

“We’ll see that.”

The big man moved forward his empty hand, while his weapon stayed on his shoulders. You clenched your fingers around your sword’s guard, readying yourself for anything. All your senses were going crazy, something was definitely not right about that guy. You had already noticed his face, but now you began to think that he was maybe not human. His size, his gray skin, sharp teeth, yeah, maybe you should better be focusing on the fight rather than his appearance. No matter how attractive it was.

Suddenly, it was as if the world was holding his breath. You felt a draught on your forearms, giving you goosebumps. The next second you swiftly took a step aside and the lightning crashed right where you had just stood. You stared at the scortchedstones with a shocked smile.

“Lightning ? Really ? Can you stop becoming more interesting ?” You laughed.

“It’s unsettling to see it being dodge, even for the first time.” He commented looking gloomy despite his smirk. “We’ll just say that you were lucky.”

*

After that they had been interrupted by Boji himself and then Despa, his own brother, had advised him to retreat into the underworld. Still you had left a strange impression on him, and keeping you close might help him understand it.

"I accept you as King Boji’s emissary", he stated. "You will be treated with the respect given by your position, but should you abuse it, I will not hesitate to terminate you myself."

"Thank you King Desha."

You bowed awkwardly, but like a lot of things, you really sucked at it and the king began to laugh restrainlessly.

"Bwe Hehe ! Don't try it if you're so bad at it ! That's ridiculous."

"I'm trying my best here", you pointed back.

You had trained a lot for that moment, and felt dejected by his reaction.

"Try harder then !"

Like that you were dismissed, feeling a lot frustrated. That damn King, you would show him that you could totally be as human as it can be !

Two young maids guided you to your room. The castle was pretty huge but you were used to that kind of building since you had lived in Bosse’s castle for a long time. The blond maid was really quiet while the other brown haired did all the talking. They explained to you where to eat, where to put your clothes to get them cleaned, and all other kinds of things. Meanwhile you caught them sometimes interacting by sign language, which you managed to understand since you had seen your king use it many times. Once you were settled, they took their leave and you quickly signed goodbye. The blonde girl smiled happily, and answered back before leaving for good.

That little interaction gave you a pleasant feeling of home and you began to unpack your things with a small smile. You had no idea for how long you would live here, so you had just taken the minimum, hoping to buy anything when needed. For now, the day was ending, you had eaten on the road and were really beaten by all that traveling. So you quickly hit your new bed and fell asleep.

*

The next day, King Desha had not forgotten about you. However, he had a lot of work to do for the general maintenance of his kingdom before having the free time to give you any kind of attention. The morning quickly passed, and he took the way around to go eat. The training ground was not too far from the barracks, where the soldiers lived, ate, and slept. And often he would go there in order to keep in shape, or to watch their training, and even sometimes to eat with his men. He did not want to be a distant, condescending king. So right now, he was walking toward there for the sake of passing time, when he heard some excited voices. A tad curious, he came closer.

There were a lot of regular guards cheering on the side while a couple of the older ones were mixed with them. And in the middle of the area he saw the captain without his emblematic armor fighting against you. You only had a dark sports bra and your usual skinny pants. Both of you were sweating a lot, even without the sun, it was hot enough. You were using two short swords with such dexterity that they were like your arms’ extensions. Meanwhile the halberd in front of you did not seem to bother you that much. Desha found himself glaring at your movements, the way you were dodging and attacking was incredible. Not particularly strong or flashy, but you seemed to always feel the attacks and the opportunity. Almost instinctively.

In the end, you won your fight against the captain, it was just for fun so you did not take any pride in doing so. You were going to stop for the day, when a big shadow was cast on you.

"Dare to fight me, he ?"

"King Desha!"

You suddenly felt flustered and did an awkward bow.

"You're still so bad at it !" He laughed. "Just stop it if you can not do it properly !"

The anger took the best of you.

"Just show me how it is done then !"

"No. Nobody does that kind of thing around here."

"What ? But I thought…" You remembered the time spent with Hilling, teaching you how to behave in front of a king. All this for nothing ??

"Yeah no. Only your worth is important here. So are those things for show or can you use them ?" Desha had not an ounce of pity for you, he was mocking you.

"I can use them." You claimed between your teeth, taking position.

"Exactly what I wanted to hear…"

This time he looked more serious even if you could see that his eyes were still judging you. He wanted to know if you were a threat for his kingdom. And you wanted to show him your skills so he would acknowledge you, but also you did not want to scare him off. Since you were not human. You had already made a fool of yourself, you had to do better ! This was your chance !

Unlike last time, he only had a training sword as a weapon, but when he started to fight… You were so mesmerized that you almost forgot to dodge. That man held no hesitation, not a single movement was wasted and he also had no restrain. His style was ever changing, once playing dirty then using well-known tricks or famous techniques. You were out of breath, always dodging, coutering, attacking. You could sense his attacks only a split second before they fell upon you, but even that was not enough to take the lead. Still you were smiling without even thinking about it.

Desha had thought it would be easy, the last time at Bosse’s Castle had to be a lucky move from you. But each passing second made him realize that it was not the case at all. He was now sure that you were not a mere human, there was something else about you. Soon he found himself immersed in the fight. With his strength it was a rare occurrence : usually people could not keep up with him. At that instant he was not utterly serious, but enough to enjoy it. For a moment, he felt like he could still train with his brother Ouken. He was such a genius with his sword that they could spare almost equally. You were obviously not a genius with your swords, if Desha had to describe it, it was more like your weapons were slowing you down. Once he had noticed it, he immediately used his sword to skillfully snap them away from you.

You were so focused on the action that when your weapons hit the floor, you just rushed forward without hesitation. The king had not seen it coming, you made him fall on his back, your claws close to his throat, and your mouth opened on your big fangs, a low and threatening growl could be heard. Desha had fallen more by surprise than anything else, but when he saw your real apparence, he began to smirk pridefully.

“So that’s what you were hiding, eh.”

“Oh. I lost my cool.” You noticed. “But it’s your fault, your pretty face is making me.”

His smirk disappeared and he pushed you away, not violently but with excessive strength. However, you just thought that he was keeping proper his king’s image.

“Come with me.”

You nodded, and after picking your weapons, you followed him. The guards let you pass, and you notice that some were looking at you with a bit of surprise or even fear. You had not transformed in front of people for a very long time. And seeing their glare was giving you bad reminiscences. Anyway, you made yourself focus on what was to come and not what had already happened.

Desha led you to a rather spacious room. A big table had been dressed in the center with a lot of food on it.

“I thought you had forgotten about our arrangment” A blond man said.

You looked at him with curiosity, he was smaller than you, well dressed and groomed. He was really different from the other people you had seen around here, but his behavior was giving away his noble position.

“I encountered a short delay”, grumbled Desha while letting himself heavily drop on the biggest chair.

“I can see that”, he smiled playfully. “Brother, who is that charming lady ?”

“She’s the one I talked to you about,” Desha explained, already beginning to drink some ale.

“I see…” You felt as if the blond man was studying you across the table. “However, it’s a gigantic project, it’s gonna take a lot of time and thoughts.”

“That’s exactly why I need you Despa.”

Seeing that the two men were brothers and talking about your mission, you decided that you could as well have a seat rather than listening while standing. You were hungry, and since Desha had forgotten about you, you began to eat in silence.

“Before we begin to work with you,” Desha called out to you.

You stopped, a big juicy piece of meat dropping in front of your opened mouth. You looked at him without moving, grace nowhere to be found, making Despa laugh behind his hand.

“I understand that I deserve it,” he kept going while ignoring your behavior, “my face is my burden to shoulder, however I would appreciate that you quit your habits of always making fun of it.”

“I’m not making fun of it.” You replied a bit surprised by his request.

“As I just said”, he repeated looking angrier, “I know my face all too well, you will need to find something else to make fun of me.”

"I'm sorry, but I'll have to repeat myself too", you insisted, a bit annoyed that your words were distorted. "I really like your face, I find you handsome, that is not a joke."

Despa was sitting across you, and at Desha’s left, looking in turn at both of you with a mix of surprise and enjoyment. He already had a good understanding of what was happening, and now he could not wait to see how his brother would react.

“Stop it !” The king snapped, loudly hitting his fist on the table. “The fact that my face is the same as Satun’s is not a subject to jokes !”

“No you stop !” You said angrily. “I’m sorry if I’m not talking correctly, but I’m always telling my mind. And firstly, who’s that Satun ?!”

Really, that man knew how to trigger you ! You had spent a lot of time in Queen Hilling company to learn how to talk and behave properly around a king, specifically for your time here, and that specific royal was constantly belittling your efforts.

At least Despa was having a real good time, barely succeeding to hold onto his laugh.

“Satun was the previous cruel and despotic King of the Underworld”, he quickly explained, his face twitching because of his effort to stay cool. “As well as our father.”

“Still nothing”, you shrugged off. “Now that this misunderstanding has been cleared, can I keep speaking my mind ?”

Desha let himself fall again in his chair, he looked a bit dejected and flustered at the same time. You could even notice a little bit of pink on top of his ears.

“I guess it can't be helped then… But try not to embarrass me in front of my people”, he decided.

“I can live with that.”

At last, Despa burst into laughter, even falling on the floor, and looking about to die of hilarity.

“Have you no pride Despa ?” He asked furiously to his brother, obviously annoyed by his behavior.

“I'm sorry…” the blond man succeeded to apologize between two fits of laughter, making it obvious that he was not.

Meanwhile, you resumed eating, satisfied that the king had finally accepted that you were not talking rubbish about your tastes. However, it took a while longer for Despa to calm down, fortunately he achieved it before Desha decided to throw him out of his castle. The three of you kept eating, the mood much lighter than before.

Maybe coming here had been a good idea, you happily thought.

Thank you for reading ! I can't wait for Desha and Reader to be together hehe ! ;) (And don't bother with the title Idk why I chose it but now it stucked).

Next part

[thejadecount]

villain aru shah headcanons?

Okay forgive me when I mention plotpoints and I get them a bit wrong, it’s bit a hot minute since I’ve last read the books, but I mostly remember a bunch of the points in the books where I got bitter and gave Aru permission to become an antagonist. Like, I was bitter in the second book, my god. And yes, you can consider this a strongly worded hate letter to any other Pandava stan and if you say Aru doesn’t deserve to have a villain arc I will physically fight you.

Anyways—

She’s your bitch okay? She’s down for murder. She’s quoting vines. She’s unironically getting them wrong to annoy the other Pandavas

Mini: Aru stop this isn’t you—

Aru: Oh cry me a table, Mini

You see she hates the Pandavas, but she also hates her dad. She hates everyone. So she just does fuck all

“Fuck you, fuck my dad and fuck the gods, I’m Aru Shah you goddamn idiot and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

I’d like to think her villain arc would start in the second book, but it’s only her thinking these antagonistic thoughts, she really doesn’t do anything about them. She gets jealous and bitter but how different and unfair her life was compared to Mini and the others, but she keeps the same personality with them more or less.

It gets worse with the twins. They’re spoiled. They’re kind of brats. She starts getting into tiny, petty arguments with the others in their point of view, but reading in her perspective they’re completely understandable. Perhaps the arguments themselves are a bit ridiculous and overdramatic, but we can understand where it’s coming from.

And then comes her half-sister, and OH BOY this is when everything really starts taking off. Her dad’s trying to get her on his side every more because he knows. He knows Aru is so fed up with all the other Pandavas bullshit and he’s going to try.

Of course Aru isn’t an idiot. No, fuck her dad. She’s going to keep being a Pandavas to beat him of course. But once that’s done she’s out.

Soon enough, she’s a villain. She renounces the Pandavas and her sister, calls them and her mom out on all their bullshit, and just leaves. You don’t need school when you’re an antagonist. She knows 98% of what she’ll learn in that dump will be useless anyway.

She likes mostly annoying and do fuck-all to the Pandavas. You’d be surprised how quickly they’re willing to beat her ass. Of course, they’re failing, but that’s because Mimi still believes in Aru. She’s the only one who has truly appreciated Aru, and Aru respects that by not beating the shit out of her.

She has lightning powers. Her hands are tasers. If you want she could freely provide you a sample of what 3.1 million volts feel like being shot through your body.

I’d like to think she chills out more with Hindu mythological people, like nagas and the such. She has found out that they’re much more accepting and chaotic neutral.

Also, when she quickly makes her way to her villain arc, she finds out she is very much bisexual.

For a villain, she’s not one of the bad bad ones. Like, she’ll fuck up your day and maybe cause a rukus at the Night Bazaar. She might accidentally cause a few deaths here and there, but only a small percent of those were on purpose.

She mostly just hates the Pandavas. Fuck them. And the Gods too. But for the most part, as long as your not a demigod and you have a loose sense of morals, you’re on her decent side.

I’d like to think she’d try to raise a demon army like the Sleeper did to kill the Pandavas, once and for all.

Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss

She is very good at insulting people. She has made demons cry. She is merciless.

No matter the circumstances, if some demon or some other antagonist goes up to her and tells her about literally any plan that may or may not include fucking over the Pandavas, you bet she’s in.

Over time, she gains the heterochromia from her father once she starts accepting her more demonic qualities. She hates it of course—fuck her dad—so she uses contacts. Not those stupid boring brown ones tho, no she’s going to make her eyes highlighter yellow to fuck with everyone and make their eyes bleed.

I’d like to think she very much blurs the line between chaotic neutral and chaotic evil.

If she were to meet canon Aru, she would surprisingly comfort her. She hates the fact that for some reason, this version of her is still with the Pandavas and on ‘the good side’, but she suspects it’s more the gods and Pandavas fault and her desperation for friends and validation than anything.

She’s a theatre kid, most definitely.

And to confuse her enemies she’s start singing in the middle of battle no warning.

Just imagine she’s fighting the Pandavas and all of a sudden she starts belting out every Hamilton song in existence.

She still has her weapon, the classic ping pong ball. But now she knows how to properly use it, it’s her most dangerous thing in her arsenal.

Like you know those scenes in cartoons where a character throws a bouncy ball and it starts bouncing around the entire room at mock speed and breaking almost everything? Imagine that, plus electricity.

Half the time she’s a devious, cunning villain. The other half—

“I have no idea what I’m doing and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

[diiscochvck]

CHEYENNE MARTINEZ. 23 years old. AEW MUSIC INTERN. The younger sister of BAYLEY.

Hi bbies under this cut is some basic info on Cheyenne!

Full name: Cheyenne Madison Martinez.

Birthday: 5/24/1999. 23 years old.

Nicknames: Chey, Chey baby.

Siblings: Bayley / Pamela Martinez. (this was discussed and pre-plotted w/ the Bayley mun so I have permission.)

Hometown: San Jose, California.

Currently resides in: Jacksonville, Florida.

Sexuality: Bisexual with no lean or preference.

Hobbies include: Shopping, writing music, singing, spending money, eating junk food, watching movies, etc.

Cheyenne was born on May 24, 1999 in San Jose, California to her parents. She had a relatively normal upbringing. From a young age she had a very big interest in music and singing, her parents getting her involved with vocal lessons and that's where her passion for it stemmed from. Cheyenne's always tried to please her parents but she always felt like she failed and as a result, she's always held a resentment towards her older sister Pamela for how successful she became. Their parents always bringing up her achievements and success, it made Cheyenne want them to do the same with her. So she began to pour all her energy into music, this was where she met Mikey Rukus and was hired as a music intern for All Elite Wrestling. People close to the family speculated that Cheyenne did this on purpose, out of her own jealousy for her sister, and if you asked her - she'd tell you that you were wrong but they weren't. She had done it from her own jealousy and to prove a point to her parents that Pam wasn't the only one who could succeed or do something good in life. The two sisters have a complicated past and to this day, a very complicated relationship to say the least but deep down Cheyenne does love her sister and if anyone ever hurt her, she'd do anything to protect her.

Cheyenne isn't very good at expressing her feelings or telling people what she really thinks, a lot of times she hides behind the mask she's created for herself and she likes it that way if she's being completely honest with people. Serious relationships aren't a thing for her, ships are purely chemistry based for me and definitely a slow burn type of thing but all other plots are open for her! My discord is available if you ask for it, I look forward to writing with you all!

[coralcatsea]

Not-so salty number 6 and a spicy number 7 from the Salty Ask List!

6. Has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously hated?

Germany x England- I was grossed out by this because seeing the fandom's uwu little Arthur combined with super burly macho man Germany made me want to gag. At some point, I started to think about platonic interactions between them. I realised they could have an interesting relationship. I then began considering it more romantically, plus I found some actual good content of the two, and now it's one of my favourite ships.

Russia x America- I can't say I fully like this pairing, but I do have mixed feelings on it. I enjoy their reactions in a non-romantic sense and find them interesting, and I still can't see any romantic chemistry, but occasionally I'll find something good with the two, even if it is romantic. Like your RUKUS fics.

7. Is there anything you used to like but can’t stand now?

France x England. Saying I can't stand it is way too strong, because I still technically sort of like this ship. Sometimes. But this is the best answer I can give to the question, because this used to be one of my top ships, even my OTP at one point, and then it fell from grace for multiple reasons.

-At some point, it got hard to find France roleplayers, let alone ones that clicked with my England.

-I don't like a lot of the fandom's take on the whole Jeanne D'Arc thing, and I especially don't like having their headcanons forced on my muse.

-I just kind of lost interest in it? I see too much of the same type of portrayal that doesn't really appeal to me. I want more variety with how they're characterised.

-I've seen too many shippers who think they're morally superior to other shippers. Not all. But enough to leave a bad impression.

-Platonically intimate frenemies seems more fitting for their relationship.

On a more positive note, I believe it was my OTP back when I was roleplaying it with one of my closest friends. Our France and England got sucked into a world of Disney stories. I remember they ended up staying on Captain Hook's ship and he accidentally walked in on them undressing each other. Good times.

[demonicpiano]

How do you think rukus would play the sims? I bet England would spend more time designing the house than anything. Alfred would get bored and kill the sims. If someone looked at what russia was doing in the game they would be disturbed.

Asking me about RUKUS and The Sims? You sure know how to hit all the right buttons, don't you! 😁💖

The beautiful thing about The Sims, any of the installments, is that there's plenty to do with the games alone. However, there is also a VAST modding community. I think they would all take at least some advantage of that.

England would totally spend so much time designing pretty houses, I can see that so well. Those castles that take weeks just to build—that's him. With stunning accuracy, too. He'd even browse pages upon pages of Custom Content for proper furnishings. I also see him fancying Create-a-Sim, like I do, and that means spending 10 hours on making one Sims just perfectly. All of his creations are unique as they are marveling.

He also, undoubtedly, dabbles in Wicked Whims (Sims 4)/Kinky World (Sims 3). Ahem. A good break from all that building.

I have a feeling if he plays the Sims 2 and manages to get into actually playing, he will get plenty of visits from the Social Bunny. No, I'm not speaking from experience. There's just...lots of other things to do, skills to increase, jobs to do, okay! I can't spend the entire time socializing with my neighbors. 🙄✨

When Sims don't do as he asks, he yells at the screen, "The hell is wrong with you?! Get on the bus already, you twit!"

America would also be quite the builder, but he's making those insane builds such as 'Raised UFO Platform Restaurant' or tombs with trips and traps and all their fancy little triggers. I'm sure he's made a phallic-shaped house before, too. Played a completely serious game in there.

He also does the 'challenges,' like 100 baby challenge, legacy challenges, rags-to-riches challenge, so on and so forth. When something crazy happens in the game (a meteor falls on the school and wipes out all the kids and teenagers?!) he rolls with the punches. I think he would try to make people he knows in the real world and put them in game to see what they would do. Slap George Washington down in there. He gets into a fight with Ronald McDonald. A Sim England. Oops, his house burned down from a stray fire spell!

I'm torn between your 'Alfred would get bored and kill the Sims' and 'He would be very upset if one of his Sim's cats died.' If he's making legacies, his computer is full of half-finished playthroughs. He gets an idea and constantly churns out new saves. However, I can see him have a messed-up save (affectionate) with violent mods and alien invasions turned up to max just for the LOLZ.

Russia. He's the kind of guy to have a rectangular house with minimal windows and crazy floral wallpapers (AKA me because I can't build for shit). But! After finding out he can have a HUGE garden, adopt and take care of little animals, his lot is flooded with plants and pets, very busy despite having one or two Sims at a time.

With mods, I think he would try them out, but be more infatuated with the sweet and quiet parts of the game. Mind-filler. Something to relax him. He plays with a soft smile at the screen. He's proud of his Sims' accomplishments.

He's also the kind of dude when a townie will beat up his own Sim, he will be creative in petty revenge. An ice-blast from a witch (Sims 3). Freezing the townie with the SimRay (Sims 4), or even train his Sim in martial arts/athletic and watch them into a fistfight. That's one of the few times he gets serious with the game, other than somebody trying to interrupt him while doing so, but they're mostly ignored.

[asma-al-husna]

Allah calls Himself Al-Qayyoom— The Sustainer, The Self-Subsisting— on three occasions in the Quran. Al-Qayyoom is the One who is self-existing while every being exists through Him and because of Him. He is completely free of any dependence on anything else, while the whole creation depends entirely on Him!

The Self-Existing, The All-Sustaining

Qayyoom comes from the root qaaf-waw-meem, which points to five main meanings. The first meaning is to stand or to rise up. The second main meaning is to be or begin, the third to be ongoing and to exist. The fourth main meaning is to be founded or to be built on and the fifth is to manage and to make right.

This root appears 660 times in the Quran in 22 derived forms. Examples of these forms are qaamoo (“they stand”), aqeemoo (“establish”), istaqaamoo (“remain firm”), al qawma (” the people”) and al qiyaamah (“the Resurrection”).

Al-Qayyoom comes always in combination with the beautiful name Al-Hayy in the Quran, with Al-Hayy referring to the attribute of everlasting life and Al-Qayyoom signifying the attribute of self-existing life. Al-Qayyoom is the One who established Himself on His own and is the foundation upon which all things exist. He is the One who sustains and manages the complete creation and at the same time is without any need of any type of sustenance Himself!

Al-Qayyoom Himself says: . . . Allah – there is no deity except Him, the Ever-Living, the Sustainer of [all] existence [Quran,2:255] And [all] faces will be humbled before the Ever-Living, the Sustainer of existence. And he will have failed who carries injustice [Quran, 20:111]

The beautiful concept of qiyaam

Al-Qayyoom is among the greatest of the names of Allah ‘azza wajal and its origin is the word al-qiyaam. From this root a few of the most important concepts of Islam evolve. The iqaamah, is the call just before the obligatory prayer is established. In our prayer we recite the Quran in the standing position (qiyaam); we do not recite Quran in the sitting position, nor during our ruku (bowing), nor during our prostration. Great importance has the night prayer for the believer, which is referred to as qiyaam ul layl. True believers are adorned with istaqaamah (to remain firm) on the straight path of Islam (siraatul mustaqeem) and ultimately we will all be brought in front of Al-Qayyoom on the Day of Standing, Yawm ul Qiyaamah.

How Can You Live By This Name?

1. Establish salah.

Aqeemoo as-salah! Al-Qayyoom instructs you many times in the Quran to establish the prayer. But do you really establish your salah in your daily life, or do you fit your prayers around your daily routine?  One of the sahaabah asked: “What is the thing that Allah loves most?” The Prophet said: “The thing that Allah loves most is when his people pray salah on time.” [Al-Bukharee] Fit your daily activities around your salah and not your salah around your daily activities. Focus on praying your salah on time for a week and see the difference in your emaan!

2. Recite surah Al-Ikhlaas often.

This surah contains a beautiful description of Allah, His Oneness and His self-existing and sustaining attributes . The Prophet salallahu ‘alayhi wa sallam heard a man reciting ‘Qul huwa Allaahu ahad,’ and said, “It is his right.’ They asked, ‘O Messenger of Allaah, what is his right?’ He said, ‘Paradise is his right.’ [ Ahmad] He salallahu ‘alayhi wa sallam also said: “Whoever recites Qul huwa Allaahu ahad ten times, Allaah will build for him a house in Paradise.” [Saheeh al-Jaami’ al-Sagheer] So recite it whenever you can: whenever you have a spare moment, fill it with recitation of surah al-Ikhlaas!

3. Help sustain the needy.

The Prophet salallahu ‘alayhi wa sallam said: If you love the poor and bring them near you . . . Allah will bring you near Him on the Day of Resurrection.[At-Tirmidhi]

4. Humble yourself.

We have no reason to ever be arrogant, and this name should humble us.  When you were born your parents needed to do everything for you; you could not even sit by yourself. As you grow, developing your intellect and body, you become less dependent on your parents. Then your body and mind start decreasing in strength, and you go back to the beginning where others need to take care of you again. Even when you feel strong, still remember you are completely dependant on Al-Qayyoom.

5. Help in the cause of Islam.

Even though Al-Qayyoom does not need any of us, nor does He need food, drink or sleep, He made you a beautiful promise in the Quran: O you who believe! If you “help Allah,” He will help you. [Quran, 47:7] This means you should do your best to help in the cause of Allah’s Deen, for Al-Qayyoom is the One Who is in full charge of all things. Ask Him to make you of those who help the Deen by spreading the message of the Quran, teaching and helping others.

6. Think about the Day of Standing.

The Prophet salallahu ‘alayhi wa sallam said, You will surely stand before Allah, no screen between Him and you, no interpreter to translate for you. Then He will say, ‘Did I not bring you wealth?’ He will say, ‘Yes.’ Then He will say, ‘Did I not send you a Messenger?’ He will say, ‘Yes.’ Then he will look to his right and left and see nothing but Hell. So protect yourselves from it even with half a date (in charity), and if not then with a kind word. [Al-Bukharee] Daily remind yourself about this moment and make sure you do a deed of charity each day, even if it’s a kind word to someone!

7. Stand in the night.

The best prayer after the obligatory ones is the night prayer [Muslim]. Abu Sulaimaan Ad-Daaraanie said, Those who pray in the night enjoy when they are observing their night prayer more than what the people of pastime and fun enjoy from their pastime. If not because of the night, I would not have loved to remain in this world.  When Umar was dying, he said I do not grieve on anything of this life except the night prayer. Some people think only those who have strong emaan can pray and they are not good enough, but in fact qiyaam ul layl is the opportunity for those who feel far away from Allah to become closer to Him, so go for it and motivate others to gain extra reward!

Wallahu ta’alaa ‘alem.

O Allah, Al-Qayyoom, we know that You are the One who is self-existing and sustaining all.  Bless us with humility in our worship and dealing with others and make us of those who help the needy and strive in the cause of Islam. Guide us in truly establishing the prayer in our lives, enable us to practice qiyaam ul layl, often make us remember standing before You and give us a longing to meet You and actions that bring us closer to You, ameen!

[basicsofislam]

BASICS OF ISLAM : Salah ( Ritual Prayer in Islam ) : Learn How to Pray

Steps

1. Prepare for prayer.

Preparing for prayer includes cleaning yourself, wearing clean clothes, and finding a clean and pure place to pray.

Perform the Wudu, or the Ghusl, depending on your requirement. You must perform the Ghusl if you have had sexual intercourse, after discharge of other ‘sexual’ fluids, and after a woman has completed her menstrual cycle.

Wear clean clothes. Men should cover at least the part of their body between the navel and the knees, but it is preferable to wear a (preferably long sleeved) shirt.

The lower garment must extend to below the knees, but must be above the ankles.

Pray in a clean place. The place where you pray must be clean and pure. If you are not sure whether the ground is clean or not, spread a clean cloth over it.

2. Stand to face the Qibla.

The Qibla is the direction towards the Kaaba. Some compasses modified for this purpose are now available. Many hotel rooms also have the Qibla direction marked somewhere on the roof. You must be looking towards the spot where your head will touch the ground during the Sajdah and your feet must be evenly spaced.

3. Make the intention to pray.

You do not need to say it out loud, but you need to know which prayer of the day you are performing, what will be the type of the rakaat, and the number of rakaats. An example would be to think

“I will perform 2/4 rakaat farz/sunnat/nafil of the fajr/zuhr/asr/maghrib/isha/ prayer”.

4. Perform the Takbiratul Ihram.

This starts the prayer. Raise your hands, palms facing forwards, up till your ear lobes (or to your shoulders if you are a woman), and say الله أَكْبَر (Allahu Akbar = God is The Greatest).

5. Perform Qiyam.

Qiyam is where you stand up, your hands folded across your chest, and recite the Surah Al Fatiha and another short portion of the Qur’an.

Stand up straight, with your hands folded. Your right hand should be over your left, and they should overlap till the wrists only. Men place their folded hands below their navel, and women at chest level(Three of the Sunni schools of Islamic law: the Hanafi, Shafi’i and Hanbali groups pray with their hands folded. Malikis pray with their arms at their sides. If you are a Shia, stand with your arms at your sides.)

Recite Surah Al-Fatihah. Your voice can be audible to yourself, but if it is not, thinking the prayer perhaps in your brain or mind is also a valid method. Recite a short portion of the Qur’an. It is helpful to have memorized small surahs of the Qur’an by heart. The last of the 30 parts of the Qur’an contains many small surahs that are easy to memorize. Commonly recited surahs are Surah Al-Ikhlas, Surah Al-Falaq, Surah Al-Nas, and Surah Al-Kafirun.

6. Perform Ruk’u.

The ruku is basically a bow. You unfold your hands and bow, then placing your hands on your knees. Your back should become parallel to the ground. It is essential to completely bow, not just tilt your body at 45° to the vertical. Say الله أَكْبر (Allahu Akbar) as you perform this step. When you are in ruku, recite سبحان ربى العظيم (Subhan rabbi alAdheem – All praise to Allah, the Great) thrice.

7. Rise up.

Rise from the bow, while reciting “Sam’i Allahu liman hamidah(Allah listens to those who praise Him) then ربنا لك الحمد (Our Lord, to You is due all praise).

8. Perform Prostration.

Say الله أَكْبَر (Allahu Akbar) and prostrate, placing your forehead, palms, and knees on the ground. The bases of both feet’s fingers need to touch the ground. Your forehead must be bare – a covered forehead invalidates prayer. Recite سبحان ربى الأعلى (Subhan rabbi alAla – Glory be to my Lord, the Most high) thrice. A woman’s elbows may touch the ground, but men must keep their elbows raised above the ground.

9. Rise to a sitting position, saying الله أَكْبَر (Allahu Akbar).

When you are in this position, you must keep your eyes at your lap. Men turn up the heel, and bend the toes, of the right foot. Women keep both their feet, soles up, under their body.

10. Prostrate again, saying الله أَكْبَر (Allahu Akbar).

The second prostration is identical to the first one.

11. Rise up to proceed to the next raka’at, saying الله أَكْبَر (Allahu Akbar).

The second raka’at is identical to the first one up till the second prostration, but without the Takbiratul Ihram.

Perform the Tasyahhud at the end of the second raka’at. After the second prostration, stay in a sitting position and recite the Tashahhud (also known as Tahiyat) and then the Salawat

Atta-hiyyatu lillahi was-salawatu wat-tayyibatu As-salamu ‘alaika ayyuh-an-Nabiyyu wa rahmat-ullahi wa barakatuhu As-salamu ‘alaina wa ‘alaa ‘Ibaadillah-is-salihin. Ash-hadu-al-la-Ilaha illAllahu wa ash-hadu anna Muhammadan ‘abduhu wa Rasuluh.

All worships – oral, physical and momentary – are for Allah. Allah’s peace be upon you, O Prophet, and His mercy and blessings. Peace be on us and on all righteous servants of Allah. I bear witness that there is no god but Allah, and I bear witness that Muhammad is His Servant and Messenger.

If you are performing only two raka’ats, then this is the last raka’at. After saying the Tasyahhud and the Salawat, say the Durud,

اللهم صلى على محمد وعلى آل محمد كما صليت على إبراهيم وعلى آل إبراهيم

و بارك على محمد وعلى آل محمد كما باركت على إبراهيم وعلى آل إبراهيم فى العلمين إنك انت الحميد المجيد

(Allahuma sali ala Muhammad wa ala Aali Muhammad kama saliet ala Ibrahim wa ala Aali Ibrahim ennak hameed majeed, wa barik ala Muhammad wa ala Aali Muhammad kama barakta ala Ibrahim wa ala Aali Ibrahim ennak hameed majeed) then recite allahumma inne zalamtu nafsi zulman kasira wala yagfiru junuba inna anta fagfirulu magfiratam min indika war hamni inna kala gafirur rahimand

Then complete the prayer by looking over your right shoulder (where the angel who records your good deeds is) and saying the Salaam السلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبركاته and then looking over your left shoulder (where the angel who records your wrongful deeds is) and saying the same.

12. If you are performing more than two raka’ats,

Do not say the Durud or the Salaam, but rise after saying the Tasyahhud and Salawat and proceed to the next raka’at. The third raka’at is performed just like the first one, and you rise directly after the second prostration without saying the Tasyahhud or Salaam, unless it is your last raka’at. After your last raka’at, complete the prayer after the second prostration by reciting the Tasyahhud, Salawat, Durud, and Salaam, as described in the step above.

[estrxlar]

The Ghost Of You

03 - Music Room 3007

Chapters songs:

*Dagger; Slowdive

On The Level; Mac Demarco

F song; Strawberry Guy

^^^ when including * in chapters next to a song, that means it is a song that will be performed in the chapter.

———

— Y.L. Perspective

      "Sunshine girl is sleeping. She falls in dreams alone," sings Toruku in a calming tone into a microphone, along with the strumming of a guitar. "And me, I am her dagger. Too numb to feel her pain."

     "The world is full of noise, yes. I hear it all the time. And me, I am your dagger. You know I am your wound." I join in, adding onto his

      The words we sang were truly upsetting. About a boy, a lover, who is aware he's hurting the girl he loves. I couldn't compare any relationship I'd ever been through to those lyrics.

      Although one had always caught my eye: "I didn't really lose you, I just lost it for a while." It was easy to automatically think of the boy I was duetting with when we covered this; for some time now, Toruku has had small feelings for me.

       One of the things that repelled me from a relationship with him was the idea that it would end horribly, and that it would potentially ruin our relationship.

      Not to mention how much drama that would cause for two other unproblematic teenagers who were only trying to make a living off of their talent: Hikishi and Giki.

      But today wasn't about what would happen between the two of us— today was her day.

     "I thought I heard your whisper, it happens all the time." And with that, the song is brought to an ending, followed by my gaze met with the blonde boy.

       "That was, once again, better than before. But I feel as if it's missing something." He explains, as he removed the wooden instrument from his arm and leaned it against the bean bag he sat in.

       Music room 3007 contained the following: I couple of bean bag seats, a coffee table, a vending machine, almost every instrument in existence in an extra storage room, tools used to record and analyze music, and posters + records we kept throughout the years.

       Truth is, music room 3007 wasn't even really a part of the school anymore. Sure, it was still on maps and the district still paid the electricity, cable, and water bill. But barely any students or teachers paid much attention to it, for it was stuffed behind the gyms, which were two large buildings that would block out any view of the smaller one that stood behind it.

      'I hope Sugawara won't have any problem with finding this place.' I think to myself, as I stand from the chair to turn the camera and microphone off.

      We would set up different amps, microphones, and cameras when recording a cover of a song. This time, it was a basic acoustic from 1993, named 'Dagger' by Slowdive.

     After turning it all off, I plop back onto the cushion. "I think we've don't this quite enough times already, 'Ruku. We should upload it already and get on to the second song. I mean, we've been here a whole hour trying to perfect 'Dagger'." I say, removing my uniform's blazer, and throwing it across the coffee table. Next came my tie, and I unhooked the first two small buttons of my white collared shirt. The music room got hot when so many electronics were in use.

     "Maybe you're right. We should probably get onto another song." He replied, running his hands in the bridge of his nose and down his neck.

      I quickly stand up from my chair and stand behind him, leaning onto his shoulders. "I think you're just tired. Are you sure you wouldn't wanna go home?"

      Toruku runs a hand up my arm, patting my shoulder, then sighs heavily. I couldn't imagine how tired he must be after today. His thoughts must've been wearing him down. "Yes, I'm sure. Besides, I don't wanna leave you all alone."

      "No need, Sugawara will help me get home, remember?" I ask him, followed by a moan of protest. It worried me that Sugawara and Toruku most likely wouldn't get along, especially since both seemed so compatible at first.

      Both his hands leave mine and lay in his lap. "And what's with this Suga guy, Y/n? Is he your buddy?" His voice echoed through the band room, stabbing the back of my brain while I think for an answer that wouldn't sound suspicious. I would say no, but who knew what the future could hold.

"I dunno. But he means no harm! At least I think so.." Tired from squatting, I lift to stand on both feet properly. Toruku slides his hand away from my figure and brings it towards his face. It covers his mouth as he once again sighs. "You seem tired after today, Ruku. Is it because of Moku?"

Hopefully, I hadn't overstepped any boundaries with what I had said. Hopefully, I was remotely correct about why he looked so down. "Yeah, it is. I won't act as if it doesn't bother me because I know it bothers you too. Although it's been three years, I still feel very guilty for going on without her."

'At least he knows I'm here with him.' I thought, moving to the bean bag I had been in just a few moments ago. By her, I meant Torukus passed girlfriend, and my best friend: the reason I practically stopped living at the age of fifteen. Honestly, Toruku and I weren't even really that close. I knew her as her boyfriend and he knew me as her best friend. And as close as we were to her, we were never friends. Moku's death only brought us closer to each other, stirring up the beginning of a rock band.

      "I know what you mean. I do. Thankfully, this birthday of hers went better than the last two, wouldn't you say?" I ask, leaning on my elbows that sat on my knees.

      "Definitely. The previous ones all ended up in fights and long makeups. I guess we're just more laid back about it now," He explains, getting up from his seat, and browsing the instruments that were hung on the wall. His fingers wrap around his belt loops as he stands. "I feel bad for getting over her so quickly."

       "I know exactly what you mean. Never forget that I'm right here next to you, Toruku. That we've gotten through this together instead of alone. Although I wish you had talked to me more when it had first happened, I was all alone!" I chuckle at the last part, even if it wasn't funny at all. "I think the life we made out of our relationship has turned out for the better. Look where we are now: moving to American in about a year to sign to a label. Wouldn't she be proud we've gotten so far?"

      "Maybe you're right," Toruku says, leaning against the back wall. His hair danced over his eyes barely, as they stared right at me. "Maybe you should hit up Toru and Hajime, ask how they're doing. They went through this too, you know."

      "Yeah, I know. I haven't because I'm afraid of what they'll say, or if they even say anything at all. They're both a part of a very different social class after all. If anything, I'll probably get a simple thumbs up on my message." My voice grows low, expressing my tiredness from this conversation already.

      Toru and Hajime were two other people that used to be in my friend group with Moku throughout our childhood. Both were loud and expressive and played volleyball, but they were also very kind and friendly towards Moku, Toruku, and me. Once middle school had started, the five of us grew closer and closer by the second. We joined volleyball clubs, hung out at our houses practically every day, and grew popular throughout the years. But once Moku had passed, we all fell apart. She was what held us together after all.

       Both Hajime and Toru decided to go to another high school, and Toruku and I went to another. After that, we hadn't heard a single word from them.

      "It's worth a try, Y/n. We wouldn't want to seem inconsiderate." Toruku says as he pulls out a pack of cigarettes from his pockets, as well as a lighter. After lighting one, the smoke leaves his mouth slowly, as he continues. "I wish you would at least try to make amends between them. You were closer to them than I ever was."

     "I'll try. Just not now."

———

       After another hour of practice with Toruku, the two of us stood silent on our phones while we waited for Sugawara. Something told me that he had gotten lost. Either that, or he just forgot about me, which I wouldn't blame him for.

       But right when I was about to tell Toruku that we should go home, a message from an unknown number had shown up on the top of my phone screen that alarmed me.

      [Text Message: ###-###-####]

Hey, I can't find the music room. It's not on the school campus. Either that, or it's the most invisible classroom ever brought to this school.

     [Reply to ###-###-####]

I'm assuming this is Sugawara? Sorry, I don't have your number saved. If otherwise, the wrong number.

       After the second the message gave me a preview, I fully entered the screen. It had a profile picture, but not a contact name. Although, that was my very first-year-like of me to be irresponsible. [Sugawara] read the title after I'd edited it, and nothing more. Only a few brief messages that we had just sent to each other.

Sugawara

  

Hey, I can't find the music room. It's not on school campus. Either that, or it's the most invisible classroom ever brought to this school.

I'm assuming this is Sugawara? Sorry, I don't have your number saved. If otherwise, the wrong number.

Actually, right number! But seriously... I have no idea where the hell you are. Is it off-campus? I might just cry if I don't figure this out. I've been at it for a solid ten minutes.

Ten minutes?? Damn boy, you could've just asked to meet me in the cafeteria or something. Toruku and I have been waiting here for a while as well.

Sorry!!

No need to apologize.

- you have started sharing your location with {Sugawara}-

Thanks. See you in a bit.

      After discussing where I was hanging, I decided to look more into this saved contact. 'Had I really been so close to him as to have discussions with him?' I think as I decide to read a few more messages above our most recent convo. They only consisted of homework answers, tutoring questions, and a few more comments about school festivals and such. A good ten invites to a volleyball game were stored in there as well. I hadn't realized how much he had meant to me just two years ago. Time flies, taking most of your memories with you.

      A few more moments went by before a knock came upon the room's entrance door, as well as the voice of someone behind it. "Uhm— hello..? Is this the right room?"

     "No, go away," Toruku replies in a deeper, scarier voice as he shuffled towards the door to reveal Sugawara standing there alone with a frightened expression.

      Suga sighed, putting a hand over his chest while he smiled. "That gave me a heart attack." He says, fixing his eyes towards my sitting figure. "Ready to go?"

     I nod, lifting from my seat and stretching out my arms while yawning loudly. "God, I'm tired," I mumble to myself, gathering my bag and the tie and jacket I had taken off, before slowly walking over towards Sugawara. "Isn't it after practice? Shouldn't you be all tired and worked out?"

    "Oh, no. Today was only focused on the new players, which honestly didn't go so well." He explained, finishing with a soft chuckle. Though I could tell it was filled with disappointment, for the way he looked down on the floor was purely depressing.

      But quickly steered the conversation another way to distract him from it; that was the least I could do. "Oh, well, today it was just Toruku and me. But thankfully we just recorded some extra vocals so we didn't have to record the rest of the teams' jobs."

     Sugawara distracts himself, taking small glances around the room as I explain to him what we did. He observes the different colors and pictures on the walls, the furniture we helped ourselves to, and the instruments gathered onto the wall. "It looks quite comfortable in here. To be honest, I'm surprised that the school even lets you decorate this place all by yourselves."

       "They didn't, they just don't know about it. It's quite convenient if you ask me.." I mumble, shuffling from one foot to the other. What I said was no lie, we were truly blessed to have had a room to ourselves here on campus. If it wasn't for the band teacher who had shown it to us, we probably would've spent our practice time in a garage where there's no AC or comfortable floors.

      Meanwhile, Toruku explained to Sugawara the reasoning behind each decoration, I check the timing. It was 6:00 PM, just in time for my mother to get home from work.

      "Should we get going?" I ask the grey-haired boy, as he's brought back to reality. He and Toruku sharply turn, pausing their supposedly intriguing conversation, as he nodded to my question.

       "I guess so. Well, thank you for showing me this place, I never would've discovered it if it wasn't for you two." Sugawara states, bowing towards the blonde boy with a cigar.

      "Alright, I'll catch you later, Y/n. And it was nice meeting you today, Sugawara." After I have a small hug to Toruku and said my goodbyes, Suga and I were out the door.

      Our walk began with the two of us climbing down a few stairs, and jogging towards where the sidewalk actually began. From there on, it was easy getting towards the main part of campus, and walking home would be a piece of cake. For Sugawara, I mean.

       "So, do you walk home every day?" I ask, tightening my hands around my bento box. The silence between us rested heavily on my chest; not a single word left his mouth.

       But it may have been because he was stuck in his own little world, for soon after my question, he blinked his eyes a couple of times and cleared his throat. "Oh, no— not really. I only walk after practice when I stay late. But on free days, like in the morning, I ride the bus."

       Nodding, I explain my way of getting to and from school as well. "Me too. Well, usually my mother would drive me before school even started. Either that or I would ride my skateboard and hide it in some gutter. You know how angry the school gets about skateboards." I laugh, hoping he'd approve of joking with school rules. But knowing Sugawara, he probably already knew I bend some.

       "Ah, yes. That's convenient. But how far did you live before moving into [Neighborhood]? Surely not too far, right?" He questions, looking down at me for an honest answer.

        I widen my eyes at this, making my answer to his questions obvious already. "Uhm.. no! Just a mile and a half away, not a big deal.." My head turns the other way while I giggle at Sugawara's shock. It wasn't a big deal for me at all, I didn't mind getting the few extra steps in the morning. As for him, he must have not had to walk that far every day to understand. I didn't blame him for being so surprised. It wasn't every day you find someone who voluntarily walks that far.

      "Oh— that's.. that's a lot! I'm sorry that you had to do that. It must have been hell! But thankfully you have someone to join you on transportation, right?" Sugawara gives me side-eyes, as a smile appeared on his pale face.

      "Yeah.. you're right." My sentence runs low in the cold, shaking as I shift from the sidewalk to the road. The pavement felt hard and slippery due to the transition from winter to spring, yet it was still freezing outside.

      "You know... it was strange bumping into you today. To be honest, I feel like I'm fifteen again. I think that's just how you make others feel, you know?" My words come out abruptly, but I didn't mind. After today's long day all I wanted was one honest conversation.

     Thankfully, Sugawara felt the same I did. "Spending time with each other must have brought back lots of memories, even if they were small." He says to me, observing the way my feet jumped from the curb to the street.

      The feeling he brought was like a scent from years ago when you're a little kid. Whether you're reading by a window, or running through a meadow, you'd forgotten it ever even tickled your senses.

     "It's kind of strange. Even if we weren't best friends, you still meant a lot to me. I'm wondering whether or not you're still the same, and if that could be brought back." I explain, drawing out my arms to make a tree-like pose while I played hopscotch with the roads. The keychains that hung on my badge made a 'clunk!' noise against the ID, meanwhile, I discussed. "We've both changed so much, Sugawara."

       "You're right, we have. But for the better, you know? I think at the moment I'm mentally healthier than in the past year. And as for you, I think anyone can see that. I don't mean that your time of grief was a mistake, but I'm happy that you've been nicer to yourself."

       "Yeah, me too." My words stutter, interrupted by the loud engine behind me. Sugawara and I quickly turn towards the noise, widening our eyes at how close the vehicle was. Suddenly, an ear-piercing honk is signaled from the driver, and I'm quickly pulled from in front of the car to under a streetlight in one's arms.

       The action is hasty and happened in just a split second, but enough to save me from being run over. Barely comprehending what had just occurred, I freeze in place just like the slippery road. And as the car honks off, I'm left, once again, alone with Suga. Only this time, uncomfortably in his arms.

     Lightning travels down my back once I realize I was being held by a stronger, warmer body. Both my arms were being tightly held by his, and my body barely being separated from his by an inch. I stared right into his eyes, as he did so as well.

     "Y/n, you. you've got to be careful. Be careful."

      Sugawara's words ring in my ears, as I rapidly blink to regain consciousness. Immediately after, a scatter to search for my school bag, which was thrown only a few feet away from me. After retrieving it, I quickly stand onto my feet and turn to Suga, who's already prepared to continue our walk.

      "I'll be careful."

      With that, the two of us continue our journey towards home in silence once more.

      I've gotta be careful with Sugawara.

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Thanks for coming back to read :) I know my story is crappy but I've only been writing for a little so you could understand why. Please please vote for my chapters, thank you.

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[roseunspindle]

What I Read in February 2021

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27406717-black-clover-vol-2

Yuno being like “i was totally about to attack” and asta going “no you weren’t, I saved your butt” was a very cute moment

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16146050-d-gray-man-3-in-1-edition-vol-1

I used to read this online years ago, and this is actually the series that got me into the band within temptation as looking up any anime clips on youtube led me to an amv for the song dark wings XD

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/39175733-dr-stone-vol-1

re-read volume one, as I hadn’t really gotten into it, even though I had loved the anime and it was much better on the re-read and volume 2 really gets the story going even better.

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27406716-haikyu-vol-1

very cute, I can see why it’s popular

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/50225824-secrets-in-the-dark

finally continuing this series! my mom got me the rest of the series after ie bought the first one for my birthday XD

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20890540-noragami

good, Yato can be a bit grating though

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27406714-kuroko-s-basketball-omnibus-vol-1

will i get attacked if I say as of now I do like Kuroko’s Basketball better that Haikyu!!? ^_^ Kuroko’s my kind of character. ^_^

Krory!

good again, each volume in the series continues the main story, but the individual adventures in each book are different enough to make sure you don’t get bored or feel repetitive. 

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18774919-seraph-of-the-end-vol-1

good, still not totally settled in the world, but I’m curoius as to how this will go.

Last book and it held up to the others, I high recommend this series!

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/53317508-the-expert-system-s-champion

i didn’t even know this was coming out until I stumbled over it in a book email from books a million i think...I loved the expert system’s brother so I had to get this one, continues on the themes of isolation, very good. ^_^

I liked Yato a lot better in this volume, Yukine on the other hand...

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13572828-fairy-tail-vol-01

very fun read, I like that the group does cause rukus and damage but that they are doing it while trying to help, instead of for selfish reasons.

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22948207-a-man-called-ove

This book was so good. I did laugh, and cry...so very good.

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/51169203-jujutsu-kaisen-vol-2

Took ages to get this volume, no idea why, but after reading volume one I wanted the next, and like no where had it or it was absurdly expensive, barnes & noble came through for me though, even if I had to wait almost a month for it to be back in stock...

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36538793-demon-slayer

good, a bit fast passed, but i’m into it enough that I’ll be checking out vol. 2. I wish the anime was on dvd, but it’s blueray only...grr. 

[chaoswriting92]

Games We shouldn’t play

Chapter Two: Blind Date

You were beginning to wonder where everyone was when you noticed Jaebeom sitting at a table very obviously set for two people by the window overlooking the Han River and the lit up city surrounding it. He was dressed in one of his nicer suits and his hair swept back and styled over the undercut in a way that sharpened his features and made his piercings stand out. He looked handsome and suddenly you were glad you’d taken the time to put on the dress instead of your usual slacks and solid color blouse get up.

“Hey. Why are you sitting here?” You asked an obvious confusion lilting into your voice as you got closer to him. He blinked a moment like he hadn’t recognized you at first but recovered quickly, stood and pulled out your chair for you. You sat down thanking him and smoothing out your skirt from the creases the movement caused.

“No clue. Told her the reservation would be under Jackson’s name and she brought me here.” 

“Oh. Well did you try calling Jackson or the others? What about Jinyoung or Youngjae. Jasmine and Sooran were giving me fits about being late so I didn’t have time to make sure we were at the right place. I’m sorry.” 

“I tried calling Youngjae and Jinyoung. There wasn’t an answer and I thought maybe there was a mistake about the table, but none of the others are even here.”

“Okay. Well...I’ll text Jackson and figure out what’s going on.”

“They set us up.”

“They what?” Jaebum was looking at you like you’d spoken a foreign language.

“This. The restaurant, the clothes, your hair. It’s a date. I can’t believe this,” you scoffed.

“I can. It’s Jackson,” Jaebeom replied. He was starting to smile and you pointed at him.

“Don’t you dare laugh. This is so n-not funny.” Even as you said it you were beginning to giggle. It wasn’t funny, no, but it was incredibly absurd. Jackson did stuff like this all the time but for the others to agree to this too was just crazy. The two of you were laughing for a good while only sobering when the waitress came over to take your orders. You told her what food you wanted and looked back at Jaebeom who was wiping at his eyes and trying to catch his breath.

“So now what? I mean we obviously can’t let them get away with this.” You mused out loud even though you weren’t necessarily expecting an answer. 

 “We could pretend that it worked.” JB said.

“What do you mean?” You asked propping up on one elbow and turning your full focus to him.

“I mean. We could pretend to hit it off. Then after a couple weeks start arguing like we hate each other until we have this big break up. It could work. We get revenge on Jackson. I get to hang out with a good friend and go to nice places. You get to show your stupid ex and Hyeji up. Sound’s good from where I’m sitting.” 

"That implies that I care about Jin and Hyeji enough to want to show them up, which I don't, besides what would they care about us dating?"

"Well considering she tried to hit on me first and I turned her down flat and it was only after that she started to cozy up to you and Jin…"

"Wait what?!"

"Yeah. You know she was new here. She was looking for friends that could help her out in the industry and I suggested you and Jin. I mean I would have suggested Mark, but he mostly designs men’s clothes and couple outfits, so I suggested you and since Jin and Jimin are our marketing guys I knew she’d have to talk to one of them, but Jimin was on vacation at the time so I suggested she talk to Jin too. Then she asked me if I knew anyone that could help her personally and kind of made it obvious what she meant and I turned her down flat. I guess after that she asked Jin for the same advice and he told her what she wanted to hear. I’m sorry y/n if I’d known that she was going to do that I would never have sent her your way.”

You were spiraling. You knew that. The idea that Hyeji had planned all of this from the beginning. She’d been your friend. The two of you had gone out, shared secrets, you’d even made sure that she got into some of your best designs and into more than one of the runway shows because you’d thought you were doing her a favor by helping her get a foot in the door. Really you’d just done exactly what she’d wanted. Aside from you she now knew the best of everyone in your connections and probably in Seokjin’s too. 

“I’m so stupid.” 

“What?”

“You heard me. I thought I was helping a friend out and this entire time I gave her everything she needed to double cross me. Hell I might as well have just let her and Jin borrow my bed.” Hot tears rolled down your cheeks, not out of sadness, but out of anger. 

“You aren’t stupid. If anyone, it is Seokjin. He gave up on someone like you for someone just like everyone else in this industry. Now stop crying before someone thinks I’m the biggest jerk here and say you’ll go out with me just so we can break up in a couple weeks and teach our friends a lesson.” He wiped at the tear tracks and teased earning a small and slightly exasperated titter of a laugh from you.

“We have got to work on your sales pitch,” you laughed a little harder at the affronted look on his face and more still when he replied.

“It worked. Why should I fix what isn’t broken?”

“Point made, so, what are we going to tell the team on Monday?”

“Why don’t we just get through dinner first? If we get along well enough here without being awkward then we can make it anywhere else. Food.” He said and the two of you shifted so that the waitress could easily put your plates down. 

The first few minutes were quiet as you two ate and thought about what you’d just agreed to do. You were also still hanging up on all the lies that Hyeji had told you and possibly told Jin too to get where she was now with him on her arm at all the appropriate events and you behind the curtains once again with your emergency sewing kit and a broken heart that you couldn’t quite seem to get stitched back together.

“Cats or dogs?” He asked.

“Huh? Oh cats. I have a little ocicat that I adopted in a shelter I volunteer at. He was a runt so he was the last of the litter and they’d been separated too soon from their mom so everyone, but me, thought he wasn’t going to make it. I said I would take care of him and here we are,” you told him smiling after you finished the last bite of your food. You sat your fork down moving the plate so the waitress could access it and pulled out your phone to show a picture of you with a kitten who had his paw extended trying to swat at your phone so it was obscuring a third of the photo.

“He’s adorable. What’s his name?” 

“Gureum”

“Well I suppose his fur does look like rain clouds.” 

“What about you?”

“Cats. I have three. Nora, Kunta and Odd are their names.” 

“That explains the scratches.” You muttered not really intending for him to hear it, but since the two of you were in a more intimate setting than usual he did.

“I thought no one noticed.” He twisted his hands in the light where you could see a few white scars and some raised pink areas along with a few red scabbed lines. To anyone else they probably would go unnoticed, but you had similar ones on your own hands you’d just covered them with a bit of concealer. 

The night went on until you were sure there wasn’t much left you could learn about JB that you didn’t already know either from what you’d learned as his friend before or what you’d come to learn tonight. It amazed you also that you had never really realized how funny and extroverted he was up until now.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, but we will be closing soon.” A busser came up to you for his part really looking apologetic to be breaking your night up. Apparently being one of the only few staff left on shift for the night, your waitress long gone after serving dessert and making sure you didn’t need anything else having told you that Jackson had put the meal on a tab for the two of you.  

“Thank you. It’s late anyway. I’m not worried about Gureum, Jasmine would have fed him for me. She lives across the hall, but I am worried about whether she waited up.” you said laughing. If you knew your friend she’d probably done that and invited Sooran over to join in.

“I’ll take you home anyway. The busses stopped running for this district an hour ago and I’d rather know you’re safe than have to guess at it.”

“You just want to go ahead and get our prank started.”

“Or maybe I had fun and want to spend more time with you?” He countered.

You flushed a little feeling your ears get warm and tossed your straw paper at him. He really could be charming and it had felt nice to just have someone to talk to like this.

“I’m going to take the silence as a yes. Don’t forget your coat.” He stood and came around to put it on your shoulders and guide you out of the door over to the valet station to get the car brought around. A slate colored Hyundai Sonata was pulled around, not the newest model but a fairly recent one and you nodded. It suited him. It was a very chic car and you couldn’t help but wonder once again why you’d never bought a car of your own but it hadn’t really mattered considering the proximity that your apartment building was to the transit and bus lines and that you were practically in walking distance of all your favorite places and people aside from that. 

“This is where you live? I live in the building three streets over.” He laughed when you directed him to a parking deck and swiped your resident card to get in.

“Isn’t that the building where Jinyoung, Sooran, Mark and Jackson live?” you asked, trying to think of the apartments in that direction.

“Nah, Youngjae, Yugyeom and BamBam live in that one with them. I have been trying to get in there, but for now I still live in the same building as Seokjin, Yoongi and Jimin. Made things a bit awkward since Jimin sided with Jin...” That was right, she'd seen him once on the way to Jin’s place when they’d accidentally gotten off on the wrong floor made enough rukus for JB to poke his head out of his room and Jimin and Yoongi had lived right next door on either side with their orange and mint fluffs of disheveled hair popping out of their doors too. She’d forgotten since she never really had stopped by for anyone, but Jin before. Small world.

“I can’t say I blame him. Jimin and Jin went to college together along with several of our other employees, some of our models, and a few of our accounting reps are in that group. Namjoon, Yoongi, and V were really the only ones who really seemed sorry to hear about it but V hasn’t really liked her since she got here, and Yoongi is down there with you most of the time so he interacts more with me than Jin, even though he is on a different team. In fact most of the models haven’t really gotten along with her since Ceo Yoo had her hired on, and it’s strange since Jungkook likes everyone, just about.” The two of you had talked all the way up to your door and just like you thought before you could get the key turned in the knob it opened.

“Where have you two been?” Jasmine said getting a knowing look on her face eyeballing the dress you’d worn and the suit JB was in. She looked a little like she was trying to inspect you to see if there were any signs things had gone really really well and you rolled your eyes a little. Sooran poked her head out behind Jasmine a little later holding Gureum in her arms who was purring away and squinting his eyes in that happy way of his… traitor. Both yours and Jabeom’s outfits were a little crumpled from how long the two of you had sat at the restaurant and the car ride, but not in any more of a disarray than was socially acceptable. 

“I gave you that key so that you could feed my cat not so that you could spy on me. I will take away your best friend privileges. Out. You too, Sooran, out and give me back my cat.” You ordered a smile still playing at your lips. They bowed their heads looking some mocking version of pouty and ashamed as they went over to Jasmine’s door which you noticed remained cracked open even though they’d gone in.

“I thought you were joking when you told me she’d wait up,” Jaebeom had somehow inherited the responsibility of Gureum, but he didn’t seem to mind that fact as he scratched at the cat’s head behind his ears.

“Nope. You can sit him down. He’ll just walk back into the apartment when I do,” you told him.

“So is this your way of telling me you’ll see me Monday?” He asked.

“How about tomorrow instead?”

“Tomorrow’s good. Should I pick you up? Or do you want to meet me down at my building and go from there?” 

“I’ll meet you. Ten okay?”

“Sounds good to me.”