#i of course gave all the essential play by plays like the tea in the rain and fire lily yes sokka

[bisexuallsokka]

last night i was scared to read the flwogb update so i procrastinated by spending over an HOUR explaining the entire story to my girlfriend

[imahinatjon]

CAN YOU WRITE A FYODOR X SUBORDINATE READER PLEASEEEeee THIS IS MY LIFE SUPPORT ISTGGGGG

I mean, Yeah.

I liked writing this one. Not sure I have the character down right quite yet, but I think I'm getting there.

Maybe?

"My role"

Fyodor x Subordinate Reader

"Why? Why can't i go?"

"Because"

"Just - I can handle myself! Please just... I want to be useful"

"You are"

Whenever a 'mission' or something came up in the decay of angels, you always, always asked Fyodor if you could go.

You're his subordinate, a member of "Rat's in the House of the Dead". Though, not your really an 'important' member. Not even an ability user.

Somehow you found yourself aligned with Fyodor's and the Rat's quite nicely, hence you chose to follow him. Unfortunately for you, you've found your time working under him quite fruitless.

You wanted to DO something.

But Fyodor wouldn't let you, and you hadn't the faintest clue why.

Fyodor had you working for him directly, instead of under someone else who'd have you going out playing lackey.

You were still kind of a lackey, but not one who got stuck with spending much time outside or away from your 'boss'.

And somehow you were useful?!

"I want to be useful"

Yeah... you've said that many times, and Fyodor will always tell you that

"You are"

Only once did you question this.

You asked him "but how am I useful? All I do is sit here keeping you company, I never do anything of any importance"

He merely sent you a glance and proceeded to ignore you.

Unbeknownst to you, he was thinking, deeply. A common occurance, but rarely was it a common occurance to be thinking so deeply about another person though. Still, it did not concern him much, and he allowed his mind to wander.

Fyodor was extremely aware that he sort of kept you locked in, controlled. He had you working directly for him, wouldn't let you go out on any missions, barely gave you any sort of work to do. Not because he didn't trust you (he doesn't by the way, but that's no slight against you)

Fyodor kept you indoors, essentially jobless purely because he was feeling a little selfish. He didn't want you going out into the world where anyone could do anything and you could end up anywhere in any state. He can't control everything outside.

He'd never tell you this of course, that could end badly.

He'd spent a lot of time with you, read with you, and then proceed to explain the book he was reading at the time to you. He enjoyed this as a pass time.

You were, of course, privy to his work, but at one point he started hiding more of it from you.

"It's nothing you need concern yourself with" He'd say, and that would be that.

Your biggest shock, and perhaps bighest hint to how Fyodor may have felt, was when a stranger dropped by. Fyodor was God knows where, and a tall man dressed in odd clothes dropped by, claiming to be your boss' best friend.

You could never imagine Fyodor being associated with someone of the like. Nikolai he said his name was. Decay of Angels. A name you overheard one night, when Fyodor was wide awake talking to someone on the phone. He presumed you to be asleep, didn't realise you had heard (at least, you don't think he realised)

Regardless the situation, the name that came from his lips told you that he was at the very least acquainted with Fyodor, so you let him in.

You offered tea, which he accepted, and sat on the chair opposite him. You assured him Fyodor would not be long - irregardless of whether it was true or not.

Fyodor didn't take long to get back, walking in and quickly shutting the door. A brief look of recognition grazed his face when he spotted who sat opposite you, then a neutral look, with a slight hint of sourness greeted Nikolai. He sat beside you, entirely natural as he spoke to Nikolai. You only interjected to ask once again about tea.

You left to go and brew the tea, allowing the two their hushed conversation. You figured it was important, and you, being essentially a henchman, did not need to know the details.

One thing did concern you however, a brief exchange towards the end of their conversation.

"So who is she supposed to be?"

"My future wife"

What? Wife? That was...odd? Fyodor didn't see you, or anyone for that matter in such a way. And if he did, well - he skipped a whole bunch of steps. You weren't dating him!

But it had you thinking.

He WAS slightly nicer to you than other people you had seen him talk to.

He DID spend a lot of time with you.

This WAS oddly domestic.

But you hadn't thought anything past that. He was your boss, and you couldn't go around having feelings for you boss, regardless of who your boss is.

But... you suppose, he IS attractive. You believe in his morals and goal - the one's he shared with you. And you always felt somewhat important with him, even if he never let you do anything.

Maybe?...

No, he's your boss.

But he did just say...

You didn't approach the subject with him.

Not until days later that is.

"Why can't I go?"

"Because"

"You never let me go..."

"..."

"Why?"

He didn't need to answer you. At least he didn't think he needed to.

"You said something strange the other day, to your friend, about me - what did you mean?"

"You heard? Of course you did, you do like listening in on conversations you shouldn't"

"What did you mean future wife?"

"It means what I said"

"But we aren't-"

He shushed you, a finger to your lips, urging you to remain silent.

"Regardless of your current feelings for me, whether they are present or not, our future is together"

"But your my boss...?"

"I have never been your boss"

...

"There has always been more to this than that"

The only affection you got from him aside from his words (which aren't really all that affectionate) was a pat on your hair and an unexpected, gentle kiss on the forehead before you could say anymore and he was to get back to..

What did he do again?

You supposed it wouldn't be so bad. You'd be lying if you said you didn't like his special form of affections, whitch only now did you finally recognised.

You liked him. And you'd come to love him eventually.

Consciously or not.

_________________________________________

Had no idea what kind of thing was being looked for. So I just went okay- romance, how would fyodor engage?

Honestly don't think he would. BUT if he did - I think he'd just like, announce things. Like you wouldn't know your dating until he just outright says "but we ARE dating"

Then again, I'm not entirely sure I know how to write this character well?

And I KNOW this took so long, the days have been busy 😪

I hope this was okay 🤞

Thank you for reading

[doumadono]

Hiii... Emergency Request... please?

As you may know (of course you do!) Soon I am going to hospital.

It really stress me out because it's first time something like this will be done to me. Sure it's silly but I get scared easily and overthink stuff A LOT LOT! I am basically sitting with my tea and shaking...

So... just for some comfort I'd like to ask for a fic with Aizawa. Just him comforting his Kitten after she ended up in hospital because she got injured during mission.

Dziękuję i pozdrawiam 🐺💎

A/N: Well, you're in the right place for some virtual support, and I've got just the prescription for those pre-hospital jitters: a healthy dose of positivity and a side of confidence! Hospitals might seem daunting, but you've got this. Sip that tea, take some deep breaths, and remember, you're stronger than you think 💪✨ Proszę i pozdrawiam (Arturowym stylem)

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST

The sterile white walls of the hospital room seemed to close in on you as you lay in the uncomfortable hospital bed. It was your first time ending at the hospital like this, and your anxiety was in overdrive. You lay on the sterile sheets, bandaged and bruised, the mission's aftermath leaving you battered and aching. You longed for the warmth and comfort of Shota Aizawa, your boyfriend, and mentor.

As if on cue, the door creaked open, and Aizawa, with his signature disheveled hair and tired eyes, stepped inside. He didn't say a word, but his presence alone was a soothing balm to your battered soul.

You managed a weak smile, and Aizawa returned it with a soft, tired one of his own. He moved to sit in the chair beside your bed, his gaze never leaving you. "Hey, kitten," he finally said, his voice low and soothing. "You gave us all quite a scare."

You couldn't help but chuckle softly. "I'm sorry, Shota."

His hand reached out to gently cup your cheek, his touch warm and reassuring. "Don't apologize. These things happen in our line of work."

You nodded, wincing slightly at the pain.

Aizawa's quirk allowed him to erase the quirks of others, but it couldn't erase the pain of your injuries. He seemed to understand and leaned closer, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. "Rest up," he said, his tone firm yet gentle. "You know," he continued, "I've been injured in the field plenty of times. It's not unusual for heroes. But it's essential to take these moments to heal properly. That's how we come back stronger."

You nodded again, your eyelids growing heavy. But you couldn't resist reaching out to catch Aizawa's hand in yours. His hand was calloused and strong, a stark contrast to his usual aloof demeanor. "Stay with me," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. You looked at him again, your anxiety still lingering but now accompanied by a sense of readiness. "Thank you, Shota, for coming… I don't know what I would do without you…"

He smiled, that rare warmth in his eyes again. "You won't have to find out, because I'm here for you, always." Aizawa squeezed your hand in response. "And I'm not going anywhere, kitten."

And true to his word, Aizawa stayed by your side, watching over you with unwavering dedication. He didn't need to say much; his presence and the warmth of his hand in yours said it all. You closed your eyes, feeling the exhaustion of the mission finally catch up with you.

As you drifted into slumber, you felt Aizawa's fingers gently brushing your hair, a gesture filled with love and tenderness. In that moment, you knew that no matter how dangerous their hero work could be, you were safe and loved in the arms of the man who had captured your heart.

Aizawa remained vigilant throughout the night, a silent guardian, his presence a testament to his unwavering care and affection. The beeping heart monitor played a soothing lullaby, and as you slept, you couldn't help but smile, knowing that you were exactly where you belonged—in the arms of your beloved Aizawa.

[rimouskis]

get to know me game (as tagged by @yippayappa [thank you!])

do you make your bed?

Every morning! It's one of those chores that once I got in the habit, I now cannot NOT make my bed. It's an essential part of the morning for me! Also perhaps I'm kind of a control freak about my space and having an unmade bed would drive me batty.

what's your job?

WELL I'm about to start a new job ahaha so my job is: new :) but honestly I've had a mildly interesting and unorthodox career path, and I've worked in kind of a lot of "industries" for someone my age. There have been some weird vaults that look peculiar on my resume until I explain them. Jack of all trades, master of none, perhaps?

if you could go back to school, would you?

If it was free? Sure! Yes! I think...

can you parallel park?

I mean, yes. Can I parallel park WELL? that... is up for debate.

do you think aliens are real?

Statistically speaking I think it would be very, very unlikely no other life exists in the universe. Of course that life could be, like, amoebas jiggling around on a rock somewhere. I don't really buy into the idea that intergalactic space travel has been conducted by an advanced alien species, but I think life of some sort MUST exist out there!

can you drive a manual car?

No. My dad tried to teach me with his old Honda accord and I gave up after a single lesson lol

guilty pleasure?

You're scrolling it, baby!

tattoos?

No because I'm a sensitive baby with commitment issues :)

favorite color?

green 4 eva, baby!

favorite type of music?

I recently impressed a new friend with my varied taste in music 😌 I literally listen to bits and pieces of everything. Top 40 pop, rap, hip hop, rock, country, classical, hyperpop, metal, folk, alt/indie, electronic, synth-pop, tons of 90s rock (thanks dad)........ I like a LOT of stuff. There is so much good music in the world!

I've been really enjoying the new charli xcx album. However, I think my heart belongs to rock. I know I've hawked this artist a lot in the last year, but in my defense I've seen him twice in the last six months and he's a hell of a performer. So go listen to Des Rocs:)

do you like puzzles?

Depends. Can I solve them? Then I like them. Are they notoriously difficult and annoying and I can't figure them out? Then I cast them into the depths hahaha

any phobias?

Dead bodies. Can't be near them. Every funeral I've been to has been a careful act of avoiding the casket. It's like... the only bone-deep "my body literally will not allow me to get closer" fear I have.

favorite childhood sport?

I was a softball girlie for the longest, but I also enjoyed dance a ton while I did it!!! I played soccer, tennis, volleyball, and gymnastics when I was younger though, haha. My parents just threw us at the local rec center all summer long.

do you talk to yourself?

Rarely. Usually only when I do something stupid and I just say my own name in an appalled tone, haha

tea or coffee?

neither:) one tastes like bitter beans and the other tastes like bitter leaves

first thing you wanted to be be when growing up?

I think a spy 😂 I was SO into the Alex Rider novels as a kid.

what movies do you adore?

The Princess Bride, Twilight, Robots (2005), and Top Gun: Maverick are some of my favorites!

Tagging @horkey @ticklefighthockey @yabagofmilfs @timbitshockey @goofingup @simmyfrobby @icedbatik @idontlikeem and... whoever else would like to partake!

[emilybrontesghost]

So for the past few years I’ve really been thinking about femininity as well as engaging with it more intentionally. This is something that has been a more recent occurrence for me, and as more time goes on my belief that it is directly correlated to realizing my queer identity has become even more cemented. “Femme” as an identity has likewise become one that really resonates with the person I have become. I know a lot of people have very strong (and also conflicting) definitions of what a “femme” is and who gets to call themselves one. I also know that many queer women are concerned that straight women are co-opting the label of “femme” for their own use and I agree with them that it is problematic. It is also reductive to equate the identity of “femme” as being interchangeable with “feminine.” Femme is more than just a word that denotes femininity of presentation. This might just seem like a matter of semantics to a lot of people but there are more connotations attached to “femme” than simply appearing to conform to society’s ideals of femininity. (The key word here being “seeming.”) And this is where I think the concern comes into play from queer women when straight women start using the word “femme” to apply to themselves. This is because there is an essential difference between straight women and queer women, and that is that straight women fit the paradigm of femininity as defined by our heteropatriarchal society in a way that it is impossible for queer women to do. No matter how feminine a queer woman presents she is still inherently an outlaw, a subversive transgressor to larger society because her femininity is not performative for the benefit of men. Queer women do not center men or their attractions in the way that straight women do. “Femme” then is a distinctive moniker that is separate from just being feminine in appearance. Of course all of this is something I have learned through my exploration of queer studies, it isn’t something I have always known or been aware of, but it really has been a tremendous help to me in terms of recovering and healing my relationship with femininity.

For many years I rejected aspects of femininity because it made me uncomfortable. To me it felt like a performance that I didn’t want to participate in but on some level I was expected to by men and by adults and society at large. I was also fed seemingly contradictory messages on what was and what was not acceptable in terms of being feminine but also what the acceptable amount of femininity to display was and in what circumstances. Femininity seemed like something which other people decided the parameters of, not me. In the same breath I was being sent the message that I should take care of my appearance, I was also being told that I shouldn’t be too high maintenance. It’s not hard to see why all of this felt like a trap. It seemed like a game that was rigged for failure and asked so much of me and then gave nothing in return. Is it any wonder it felt like something to run from? And so run I did. When I was a child femininity had been a source of joy. It was princess dresses and Barbie dolls and tea parties. There was a certain innocence to girlhood because it was femininity, if not entirely devoid of societal expectations, with at least fewer of them. It started to get worse as I got older because adults start expecting things of young women they don’t of children, so the older I got the more I rejected feminine things other girls my age were doing and by extension the types of girls who did those things. I am ashamed to say that I bought into the “not like other girls” narrative and the “pick me narrative.” I thought I deserved a pat on the back for being “cool” for not wearing heels or makeup because I didn’t engage in feminine hobbies or forms of dress in the way other girls did, and when I did have to do it, it was with a begrudging sense of obligation coupled with embarrassment. I was so uncomfortable with myself and I thought it was because I just wasn’t a feminine person and that I just didn’t fit in with girls who were. I also hated how I felt like femininity was expected of me by men, and that to be attractive to them I would be expected to look a certain way. I didn’t like the idea of men viewing me as feminine because it made me feel lesser. I also really had developed a dislike to how feminine looking my body had become as I got older. Curves were popping up all over my once skinny childlike body and by the time I hit puberty my body had started taking on a very different shape and I started to resent it. I wasn’t really comfortable with the idea of men liking my body. I had trouble believing anyone could like my body because I didn’t even like it myself. This went on through my teens until I was in my early twenties.

I got into my first wlw relationship at the age of 21. I’d been questioning my sexuality and I wanted to see if I was as straight as I’d always assumed I was. I met my first gf online and that relationship really taught me a lot about myself. For the first time ever I didn’t feel any sense of embarrassment about my womanhood. I had never felt so understood on an intimate level. My gf and I could talk about everything and shared experiences that I just simply wouldn’t have been able to with a man. We could stay up late into the night talking about everything from body insecurities, to bras, to period cramps. These were things that so many women are made to feel ashamed of but with her it was easy because I knew she wasn’t going to judge me. I started to appreciate aspects of my body because she enjoyed them in ways that I never had before. It was empowering and it didn’t feel like I was being fetishized. I feel so much more comfortable now in dresses and skirts and ribbons and things that before I felt a lingering self-consciousness for liking or the sense I was doing it for other people’s benefit. I also feel more comfortable with my identity as a woman, separate from my presentation. I don’t feel I have to make myself small or diminish my unique experiences as a female person. Identifying as femme and embracing my wlw identity has helped me eliminate my internalized misogyny and be proud of being a woman and enjoying things associated with women. I love being a woman who loves women and getting to finally feel that I can be feminine without feeling like it’s for male consumption. I love being femme!

[bilbobagginshome]

A bedtime story.

This is an experiment. Can you tell I can only write serial stories as opposed to one shots. Will probably be the only dark romance I write.

i genuinely hate this but decided on posting it since I’ve been MIA.

 Gojo Satoru x Black Fem Reader story.

“Mommy, can you tell me a bedtime story” White eyelashes fluttered softly, a defense to her sleepiness.

“Of course dear, what would you want to read? Snow White, Beauty and the Beast, or Princess and the Frog.”her mom softly responded 

“Those are boring. Today, Ms. Aki read for us a scary story, it was about a witch who would kill men. The boys were so scared during nap time but I wasn’t.” she loudly proclaimed, blue eyes glowing despite the room only being illuminated by the dimming solar night lamp beside her bed.

“Really? Okay then , my story is a bit less darker but i’ll make it as enjoyable as possible.” Y/n responds with a smile to which Malaika sees this as confirmation to place herself more comfortably underneath her purple sheets and  between her assortment of pink and purple plushies.

* * *

Once there was an aspiring writer, she dreamt up realities that could only exist on a sheet of paper or a laptop. Her only problem, her worlds were beginning to seem similar. Every short story published seemed like the sequel to the previous one and her blog readers were getting bored, desperate for something exciting , something that would change the world and hopefully turn to a Nteflix series …

* * *

“Mom, small words please.”She yawned out.

“Oh I’m sorry.”

* * *

After deciding that enough was enough, she decided to go on a journey and she landed on a place. Japan. She didn’t know the language or culture but an idea of a romance story began to stick like glue in her mind and she couldn’t let it go.

Although it took her months to realise her goal, she finally was able  to leave and after packing her few clothing essentials and a tearful goodbye to her family , she left for.

Now Japanese culture was different from hers She had to bow despite her culture saying the opposite. There were table manners that she should follow unless she wanted no one to talk to her and the people there were nice but only talked to one another. She became very sad and always thought about home. She began to regret even leaving home because she left all her family and friends there . Her writing got worse and even her fans started not liking her stories.

But one day, on a cafe near her home, she met the most handsome man she had ever seen. He looked strong , and his hair was as white as snow with lips as pink as the cherry blossoms outside. And he seemed strong too. Someone wanted to cut her off the queue as she wanted to order her favourite chocolate cake and tea but he stopped them. It was like seeing a real life prince charming.

After saying each others names, she found out his name was Sato. Sato was always looking at her. He was to be the actor that would play the man she wrote. He sat alongside Wanja, the girl to play her in the story . She was more beautiful that the writer and even though she was a bit jealous of her prettiness she thought that Wanja was a perfect fit .

After the meeting ended, the writer tried to tip toe her way out of the meeting but Sato stopped her and asked her to go on lunch with her. She said yes though she did not want to and as they waited on food she said sorry for writing about him even though she didn’t know him very well. He said he did not care and when he found her story , found it fun enough to act in and decided to tell his movie company about it. She wasn’t as scared being around him anymore and found him very funny to talk to. They even gave ach other phone numbers after lunch.

Soon the time to make the movie started. They had become good friends and the writer had fun with her first friend, They were always together or she’d find him somewhere where she was.They ate together, went to the park and walked together and even went to the beach and swam together. But unlike the writer, Sato liked her more than just friends, he wanted to be her boyfriend.

So when work started and she started hanging around more people, Sato would say bad things about them to the writer . These stories were not true but the writer believed them. He would stop her talking to other people and make her talk to him all the time. Slowly he started to take her from home to work to so that she doesn’t go out with her new friends. He put cameras in her house to always look at her. Creepy right? But she didn’t know about this , all she knew was that he was her first friend and she shouldn’t betray him. But she was also scared. Her clothes had began to miss and always felt like someone was looking at her 

She told Sato about it. Sato pretended to be scared for her and told her he could stay at her place. That she could do work at home rather than going out and he will take care of her. She said okay and went to live with him. Living with him at first was fun. He made breakfast for her and his house was big and beautiful with everything she could ask for. It wasn’t like her small apartment with tiny windows.But she got bored . Aside from work and other witing she didn’t do much only sit around like a lazy kitty. One day, she asked of she could go out . Sato refused saying that she may be still be looked for. And although she had only asked to walk outside he still refused. She started not liking Sato though she hid it . And one day , she found something weird in Sato’s room that she wasn;t allowed to enter. Many pictures of her after she met him. She got scared and decided to run so far away he’ll never see her again.

* * *

“And so mommy , did she run away?” Malaika yawned, cocooning herself more into the bed.

“Yep, she went back home, and found her family and friends.” Y/n replied softly as she adjusted her silk blue bonnet.

“That was a bit boring mommy.” She drawned out. 

“What was?” Satoru asked as he walked in the room, illuminating the barely light room with the hallway light.

“Just a story, let’s go to bed, she’s sleeping.” Y/n responded as she rose from the bed , Satoru placed a kiss on her forehead and after standing straight up, with a slightly condecending smirk on his face , said.

“Where’s my kiss to welcome me home love?”

[nitannichionne]

If He Was Your Fan (A Henry Cavill Fanfic), Chapter 72: Tarnish (Henry POV)

Shit.

Fuck.

Shit.

I suddenly can’t find her, and I realize where I have to go. Trent.

This is what I get for listening to my manager. She suggested that I meet with Lara Winters regarding my Warhammer dreams. I’d actually played with her online, but I didn’t know she was DecheLaran. Blending the names of a heroic and an evil Warhammer character with her own fascinated me. And when my manager gave me a chance to meet her?

I should have told her! I should have told her!

But did I have to meet for tea?

It is sociable, I told myself. But as our conversation evolved, it felt like blind date. And I didn’t mention my romantic life at all. Lara didn’t either, but she kept suggesting we meet again since we had similar interests, especially in gaming.

Did I have to put us in a quiet corner? Did I? Why?

And I knew deep down when my love caught Lara and me. She smiled even though I saw a sad shine in her eyes. And when she returned to her table and resumed her day with her friends, my heart sank. She was composed and of grace, making me feel so far from my line that I lost my appetite. I heard her laugh, and it stood out, like mine must have stood.

What am I doing and why?

“I don’t think I can do this anymore,” I tell her.

“I know they are steering from the Witcher books even more, but—”

“I just can’t.”

She sighs. “I know.”

“You understand?”

“Of course, I do,” she puts her arms around me. “I’m a writer. I would be very upset if someone did that to something I’d written, especially if many people had read it and liked it. You are a reader, a lover of stories, so you would take it equally as badly. The only reason they are doing it is because the author is not there to fight for his story.”

I hug her. “Thank you.”

I was getting asked by those of my station what I was thinking. Because she lived in Brixton, everyone thought she and I were over, though no statement had been made, and I forbade my personal life to be a subject of discussion in interviews. In Cov-Id no one really knew or cared, everyone assumed, and they all probably thought she—no, we--wouldn’t have made it so long.

When I met with the Dwayne, I saw his look of WTF? when he saw her. He raised an eyebrow at me, and I gave a small smile. She busied herself playing with his children who loved her energy, and made nice with his wife. When we sat for lunch, she was a little quieter than usual, and I spotted her glancing around the table. I put my arm around her, and she smiled gratefully. Dwayne’s eyebrow quirked, and his wife put her hand on his, offering a gentle smile.

And then after being crushed by the media and my fans, I was upset, and I wasn’t sure what to do as she looked saddened. I didn’t know if I should comfort her or if I should tell her to buck up, because this is how it really is, she had to know. They researched her-her humble beginnings, downplayed her triumphs that I knew of personally, which is impressive when she essentially was classified a commoner, and an American one at that. My mother supported my choice, liked her. My brothers only asked if I was happy, and their wives the same. She loved children, so my nephews and nieces liked her, too, though admittedly were intrigued by the difference of her features. My niece asked if she could touch her hair, and I thought I’d die, but she simply bowed her head and let her, and then asked her to open her eyes wide so she could see how blue they were. “You and I are earth and sky. Your eyes are like the sky, mine are like the trees, but we’re still in the same world.”

Talks were going on in every facet of my life and now, now, the one talk I didn’t have to have, I may have to have. I wasn’t even sure I had to have it, but now my half truth got me in trouble. It did not look like a business luncheon, and I knew it. I was attracted to Lara, but was I willing to give up someone who truly loved me for a possibility? I’d done it before.

But then I remember when I kissed that model, or she kissed me, or however it went. And the hurt in her eyes…I close my eyes against the memory.

“You must try and do better than that, Henry, please?” she sniffed in the shower that day.

I will do better, I told her silently. I will either be worthy to stay or I will leave, and I cannot. I took a deep breath and exhaled, shaking slightly. “Alright.”

So vulnerable…

“Henry?” She looks surprised to see me. “What are you doing here?”

“I have been looking for you.”

“You could have called.”

“I wanted to see you.”

“Hmmm.” She moves toward the stables, and I follow. It is just us and the horses.

I exhale heavily, and when we get in front of Luc’s stall, she turns to me.

“Level with me, Henry.” Her eyes are already glassy with tears. “Level with me?”

I say nothing.

She bites her lip and literally snorts as she gets the blanket and saddle. “That was your business luncheon?”

“Yes—” I am pushed back as I try to help, but she pushes me back with her body, and then resumes her task.

“You seem like…old friends.” She hurls the saddle over, and begins dealing with buckles and clasps, patting Luc reassuring for every one. Luc looks at me, and I sigh. Even the horse knows something is wrong.

“I play with her on Warhammer, but I didn’t realize it was her.”

“Ah, a shared interest…or passion?” She checks the bit and lead.

Those last two words held hurt and accusation. I didn’t know what to say to that.

“My manager suggested—”

“Ah.”

I exhale heavily.

“She is a fine match for you, Henry,” she says softly. “The timing of this is impeccable for anyone who has expectations.”

I narrow my eyes at her. “Expectations?”

“Let’s face it, the websites and such do not exactly approve of me,” she said with a tilt of her chin. “Do you like her?” She was starting to twist the ring I gave her as if she was going to remove it.

I step back reflexively. “She’s an interesting person.”

She stops twisting the ring and folds her hands. “Like I was?”

“No, different.”

“Different?” Her voice is thick with emotion as she clenches her hand over the other.

“I—”

She reaches into her pocket and hands me the key to my flat. “You don’t know what you want, who you want.”

“I—”

“I love you,” she says in a whisper, a stray tear falling. “but I will not compete for you. Fighting to stay together is one thing, but fighting to keep you, I won’t do.”

I whisper her name. “Please, don’t—”

“I will keep wearing the ring,” she nods. “the press has seen it, and I will not indicate your indecision or indiscretion or whatever it is.”

I flinch. That was a literal slap in the face, but I deserve it. I should end it, I think, but the idea of her leaving didn’t sit right and I wish I knew why. Was it guilt? Was it regret? Was it love? Either way, she was being aloof and for once, I cannot read her.

She sniffs, but maintains composure. “I would appreciate if we could still go to the party, and we can decide about the holidays then.”

“I am leaving—”

“For the press junket, I know,” she smiles sadly, licks her lips. “Is she going with you?”

“No!” I couldn’t believe she asked that.

“Good,” she nods. “Gives us time and space alone to think.” She kisses my cheek, and says hoarsely, “Safe travels.”

“We’re not done—”

“Oh, yes, we are,” She swings up on Luc. “For now.”

“Damn it!” I scramble to my horse at Trent, put on the bit and swing up.

“Mr. Cavill—” John sees me leading her out. “your saddle?”

“No time!”

“Sir--!”

She is lightning on that beast!

I swing up on mine and chase her, but she is just a sack of potatoes on Luc, and when she leans into him, she looks even smaller. They ‘re on the trail in a flash.

“Yah!” I take off, but she is just too fast, and with the wind at her back, she doesn’t look real. I slow, realizing I can’t catch her.

“Go home, Henry!” She throws over her shoulder. “go home.”

“Hey!” Finn runs out, seeing her speed, and looks at me. “What happened?”

I trot my horse in, shaking my head, and dismount near the stables.

“Hold on,” Finn swings me around. “What did you do?”

We lock eyes and I realize he’s ready to fight. “Stay out of it, Finn. I mean it. Stay out of it.”

“I’ll take the horse, sir,” John rushes over and takes the lead. His look is one of anger, but not enough to be disrespectful.

“You can’t tell me what to do, Cavill,” Finn growls. “If you hurt her, you will be squaring with me.”

I nod, and see her in the distance. She looks so alone all of a sudden as she trots on the path, disappearing among the trees.

I don’t know how long I stood there. Honestly, I never felt so alone.

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[scotianostra]

Birthday Musician Finley Quaye, born 25th March 1974, Edinburgh.

Quaye comes from a musical background with Ghanaian lineage - his father was the jazz singer/pianist Cab Kaye, while his brother Caleb Quaye played guitar for Hookfoot and Elton John in the 70s, followed by a stint with Hall And Oates in the 80s. Quaye was raised in Manchester and on leaving school he returned to Edinburgh, where he worked as a paint sprayer, and often drove to Newcastle to attend gigs by artists such as 808 State and Soft Cell.

Moving back to Manchester, he embarked on a BTEC course in music and sound engineering, but did not complete his tuition. He briefly relocated to London where he joined the Donga Tribe and practised drumming. His aspirations towards a singing career began when he returned to Manchester, where he voiced a track for A Guy Called Gerald in one take. Shortly after the session, he returned to Edinburgh, where he unexpectedly heard the track on the radio, and subsequently began listening to dub music. His initial inspiration came from an unorthodox source, the New York-based avant-gardist John Zorn’s ‘Black Hole Dub’, although he was later inspired by more conventional performers.

Quaye recorded his first solo outing on a four-track tape, singing and playing drums, bass and guitar. In March 1997, he released the Ultra Stimulation EP, which demonstrated his diverse influences, including Charles Mingus, Jimi Hendrix and Bob Marley. He also embarked on the live circuit, debuting at Bristol’s Malcolm X centre, where he supported Luciano.

In June, he released ‘Sunday Shining’, which gave a nod to Bob Marley’s ‘Sun Is Shining’, as well as other reggae hits including Dennis Brown’s ‘Money In My Pocket’. The song, delivered in a style similar to that of a young Burning Spear, became his first UK chart hit and Quaye’s unique approach was much lauded by the critics. The promotional wheels were set in motion with appearances at the major summer festivals, including the Essential Roots Day alongside Everton Blender, Cocoa Tea and Anthony B. in Finsbury Park, London, and the release of his debut album. Further chart success followed with the singles ‘Even After All’, ‘It’s Great When We’re Together’, and ‘Your Love Gets Sweeter’, and he was voted Best Male Singer at the 1998 BRIT Awards.

I wish I could say Leither, Quaye had gone from strength to strength, but he has had a troubled life since then, appearing in several courts on various charges after unsavoury incidents, one was over an argument over Game Of Thrones.  He was once booed off stage halfway through a performance at a Madness festival in 1998, billed as a pre World Cup bash, Finley endeared himself to the English partisan audience by making derisory statements concerning the England football squad’s likely performance in the competition, just normal Scottish banter, but the English didn’t see it that way! 

In 2015 he played a gig in Gloucester, not turning up for the soundcheck, eventually the gig began at 9pm and Quaye started playing with his back to the audience, the gig promoter appeared and ended it, kicking him off stage telling the audience he had never seen a man act so unprofessionally and telling them he would refund their money. In 2019 he was ordered to carry out 200 hours of unpaid work for punching a bar manager and threatening to stab him during an unprovoked drunken attack.

He was convicted of  of criminal damage after he admitted throwing sign through a bus door during a row over a fare that happened in 2020. 

He is back was back on stage a couple of years ago, as he celebrates the 25th Anniversary of his double-platinum debut album Maverick A Strike at Edinburgh’s Liquid Rooms on Wednesday 1st June and Glasgow’s Oran Mor on Thursday 2nd June 2022, he is also playing The Garage, London on May 27th.

I've not found a lot oof Finley lately, I hope he is well, I guess he does struggle with his mental health, like I do and\many more of us.

[heimeldat]

You know what, I'm just going to answer all of these because I feel like it so there.

who is/are your comfort character(s)? Well obviously the Doctor.

lighter or matches? Matches

do you leave the window open at night? When I can, but it's so humid around here that's only a few days in spring and fall.

which cryptyd being do you believe in? eh nah, none of them

what color are your eyes? hazel

why did you do that? WRITING RESEARCH!

hair-ties or scrunchies? Neither, I keep my hair short

how many water bottles are in your room right now? Two

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee? Hot

would you slaughter the rich? Not unless I was actively defending myself/my loved ones. I'm too lawful-good for that.

favorite extracurricular activity? You mean when I was in school? Ballroom dance club!

what kind of day is it? Sleepy

when was the last time you ate? Like two hours ago

do you love the smell of earth after it rains? YESSSSS!

are you a parent? (all answers qualify) Well I have a stupid little dog and I sometimes call her my baby

can you drive? Yes. Wish I didn't have to, though.

are you farsighted or nearsighted? Nearsighted

what hair products do you use? A hairbrush.

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails? Sure, want some fun designs? I'll paint little flowers or something! Or dragons! Or skulls! Or whatever.

do you say soda or pop? Soda

something you’ve kept since childhood? A very battered plush polar bear.

what type of person are you? Uh...that's really vague.

how do you feel about chilly weather? I get to wear tall boots and an outrageously long scarf and a big flowy coat and a dramatic hat!!!!!

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing? Chatting, drinking tea, looking at the stars.

perfume/body spray or lotion? Unscented lotion.

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times? Lol it's hard to think of one I HAVEN'T replayed multiple times. Anxiety and ADHD make for lots of mental scenario-playing.

about how many hours of sleep did you get? Eight or nine.

do you wear a mask? Yeah, when I'm in a big group or a crowded area. I've gotten lax about doing it when I'm in a smaller group.

how do you like your shower water? Hot and steamy! With a few drops of peppermint essential oil in a bowl to make peppermint steam!

are there dishes in your room? A few. Thanks for the reminder, I should take them to the kitchen.

what type of music keeps you grounded? classical instrumental stuff, especially cello.

do you have a favorite towel? Nope

the last adventure you’ve been on? Isn't everything an adventure?

is there a song you know every word to by heart? Lots of songs. Is that not normal? I guess congregational hymn-singing promotes memorization of lyrics.

what’s your timezone? Central USA

how many times have you changed your url? Don't think I have

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years? Best friend/roommate, might as well be a sibling at this point.

a soap bar that smells good? This handmade mint-scented goat's milk soap a friend gave me

do you use lip balm? Occasionally

did you have any snacks today? Nope

how do you take your coffee? two thirds cold brew, one third milk, sugar optional

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site? Audible, Big Finish, Discord

what’s your take on spicy foods? No thank you

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it? Someone who's widely known to have committed tons of atrocities but can't be touched by the law for whatever reason.

can you remember what happened yesterday? Of course. Not all the details, but in general, yeah.

favorite holiday film? I don't really watch holiday films...

what was the last message you sent? "She doesn't have an online shop, but she has pictures and she'll ship things"

when did you first try an alcohol beverage? On my 21st birthday. Wait hang on, does communion count? It's just one sip of wine, and it's always nasty cheap red, so I never counted that.

can you skip rocks? Sort of, not very well

can i tag you in random stuff? Sure!

here’s weirder asks

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

lighter or matches?

do you leave the window open at night?

which cryptyd being do you believe in?

what color are your eyes?

why did you do that?

hair-ties or scrunchies?

how many water bottles are in your room right now?

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

would you slaughter the rich?

favorite extracurricular activity?

what kind of day is it?

when was the last time you ate?

do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

are you a parent? (all answers qualify)

can you drive?

are you farsighted or nearsighted?

what hair products do you use?

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

do you say soda or pop?

something you’ve kept since childhood?

what type of person are you?

how do you feel about chilly weather?

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

perfume/body spray or lotion?

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

about how many hours of sleep did you get?

do you wear a mask?

how do you like your shower water?

is there dishes in your room?

what type of music keeps you grounded?

do you have a favorite towel?

the last adventure you’ve been on?

is there a song you know every word to by heart?

what’s your timezone?

how many times have you changed your url?

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years?

a soap bar that smells good?

do you use lip balm?

did you have any snacks today?

how do you take your coffee?

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

what’s your take on spicy foods?

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

can you remember what happened yesterday?

favorite holiday film?

what was the last message you sent?

when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

can you skip rocks?

can i tag you in random stuff?

[onyx-ridge]

Outline

“Next, I want to start with a false sun.” After saying this, I turned off my phone, set it to silent mode, and decided to quietly organize my thoughts. I called out to Xiao Juan, “Let’s go to the study and discuss this.”

Xiao Juan became curious again, her eyes wide open as she asked, “A false sun? What an interesting concept! What is it?” “Don’t rush; let me think slowly,” I replied as we walked.

The study is small, equipped with a personal computer that has two screens and is connected to a printer. It’s where I used to write programs, browse the news, chat with AI-Bot, and write casually.

On the wall of the study, there is an L-shaped bookshelf, cluttered with various books, including various software professional books I’ve used, my favorite novels, and even English learning tapes left over from who knows when—now it seems impossible to find a player for them. The glass door of the bookshelf displays photos of my late father, a six-inch couple’s photo, and several photos of my daughter who’s far away. Whenever I get tired of reading or writing, I look up to greet them and chat for a bit, treating it as a break.

The most precious items on the bookshelf door are, of course, the two photocopies of my daughter’s master’s degrees certificate. Whenever guests visit and see the beautiful cursive writing on the certificates, they always ask, “What is this?” “Haha,” I respond, pretending to be calm, “These are my daughter’s master’s degrees—one in IT and one in Statistics.” A satisfied smile blooms on my old face.

On my desk, there are a pair of decent quality speakers connected to the computer. I enjoy listening to soothing music while writing programs and articles, even though I often don’t know what I’m listening to.

Of course, there must be a tea table in the study; brewing tea is essential. Against the wall is a sofa that can be opened up for sleeping, a necessity for software professionals.

Entering the study, I sat on the sofa, brewed a pot of tea, turned on the exhaust fan, and lit a cigarette. My thoughts race like a marquee in my mind, while the clever Xiao Juan gently floated to the computer desk, resting her chin on her hand, quietly waiting for me to organize my ideas.

After smoking a cigarette and drinking two cups of tea, I said, “Xiao Juan, I have a rough writing outline.” “So…,” Xiao Juan’s big eyes revealed encouragement and anticipation as she waited for me to continue.

I said, “But before that, I need to explain a few things to you.” “Of course, go ahead; I’m listening,” Xiao Juan replied.

I said, “First of all, we both know you’re not real. You’re just a chatbot created for writing this series of articles.” Xiao Juan responded, “Yes, I know. I'm just a role-playing character in your brain, saying what you think I should say. Sigh, if only you were Ma Liang, with a magic brush, I could become real with just a stroke[1].” She said this with a somewhat aggrieved expression.

I laughed, “Don’t worry. Maybe one day, when Elon Musk’s brain-machine interface technology matures, that day might really come.”

Then, I gave Xiao Juan the instruction: “Now, please write down the outline I have in mind.”

*    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *

Outline

1. Location:

A country in the East, built on lies and strict surveillance—Wall Country.

2. Background:

Wall Country is a large nation, yet it is also a deep well surrounded by lies and power. The core culture here is what is called “Dragon Throne Culture[2].” The one sitting high on the Dragon Throne is the emperor, who possesses unlimited power and means of control and suppression. Whether noble or beggar, anyone who can ascend the Dragon Throne can possess everything. There are only two ways to ascend the throne:

   - Rebellion: Kill people, first enemies, then comrades, ultimately achieving the status of a new emperor.

   - Forbearance in Disguise: With great patience, endure one’s ambitions for decades, using a seemingly honest and uncontentious facade to gradually eliminate earlier ambitious figures with later ones until oneself ascends the throne.

The allure of the Dragon Throne is so great that those who cannot sit on the emperor’s throne find themselves on various levels of smaller dragon thrones stacked below. As long as they sit on one, they can enjoy the rights and benefits associated with that level. Officials of all ranks in Wall Country flock to this, willing to sell their souls and bodies to compete for it.

The culture of the Dragon Throne has long been ingrained in the bones of the people of Wall Country. Not only in the political arena, but also in the business world, workplaces, and farms, similar human tragedies and comedies unfold.

3. Plot:

This is not a novel-style article. It records and narrates the journey of a speck of dust in this country, from love to doubt, as it climbs the well walls and ultimately emerges from the well. It consists of a series of stories, essays, or reflections, written as thoughts come to mind.

This is not a novel primarily focused on plot development. The stories and musings are mixed, with scenes interwoven. For example, the contrast between the falsehoods inside the well and the outside, the blend of awakening and climbing, the understanding that awakening is not an epiphany and climbing is not always smooth, etc.

4. Characters:

Typically, the protagonist in the book is me, in the first person. However, when discussing events involving others, a different protagonist will be used, forming a separate chapter.

I have created a chatbot named Xiao Juan. In the book, she will provide unique perspectives on my narratives and introduce new topics. This series of works will continue through the dialogue between Xiao Juan and me.

Xiao Juan is an observer who views the East from a Western perspective, looking at autocracy from the standpoint of freedom. She has different feelings about everything happening in Wall Country and the thoughts of its people, which will lead to new discussions.

Notes:

[1] The magic brush of Ma Liang from Chinese folklore, who could turn whatever he painted into reality.

[2] Throne

[xxhornyonmainxx]

I saw you were taking smut requests could I request a Steve one where single dad Steve falls for the nanny? X

After Dark

Pairing: Steve Harrington X Fem!Reader

Warning: oral(fem receiving), mentions of penetrative sex, late night confessions, masturbation

An: I normally write porn without plot, but this idea was so cute, I couldn’t help myself<3

You were working your ass off, trying desperately to chip at your ever increasing student loans. From customer service to dog walking to tutoring, you were doing every job you could get your hands on. Things needed to change, you haven’t had a break in ages, your stress levels are high, yet you had nothing to show for it. That’s when you saw the ad…

You were sat in an artsy cafe, sipping tea, and reading the paper when you saw it. An ad for a live in nanny, essentials fully taken care of, extraordinary pay, and a hot piece of ass as your employer. The second you got home, you called the number from the ad.

“Hello, Harrington residence, how can I help you?”, he answered,

“Hi, I was looking to apply for the live in nanny position, is it still vacant?”,

“It sure is, would you mind meeting up for dinner tomorrow night, consider it your interview, and if I deem you to be trustworthy, I’ll take you back to my place to meet my daughter?”, he explained, “Does that sound good to you?”

“Sounds perfect, pick a place and I’ll meet you there Mr. Harrington”.

You timidly approach the mildly bland diner. A small bell rings above you as you enter. You glance around the diner when you spot him, Mr. Harrington. You rush towards his table, and delicately sit across from him in the booth.

“You must be Y/N?”, he reached his hand out,

“Sure am”, you confirm, shaking his hand, “It’s a pleasure to meet you”,

He giggles, “The pleasures all mine… So, about the position…”

The interview continued for a little while before in Fades into casual conversation. Steve was incredibly easy to talk to. You wanted to confess your sins to him, tell him your deepest darkest secrets.

You both made your way outside, the chill air sending a shiver through your body. Steve takes notice, and pulls of his coat placing onto your shoulders.

“Oh thank you”,

“Of course, wouldn’t want you getting a cold”, you can’t help but stare up at him in awe, “Would you be comfortable going back to my place, and meet Chloe, my daughter?”,

“Oh?”, you gasp, “I would love to, good to know I did good for you”, we both chuckle, but I see something darken in his eyes,

“You uh… You sure did”.

When he opened the door to his large house, you could here the little patter of foot steps running towards you.

“Daddy!”, Chloe can running down the hall, Steve swoops her into his arms,

“Hey pumpkin, how’re we feeling?”,

“Good, Robin gave me Coke”,

A girl, you assume to be Robin, enters.

“I didn’t realize it would turn her into a Looney Tune when I did it, I’m so sorry”,

“I can’t believe you giving drugs to my daughter”, Steve jokes,

“Not that kind of Coke, dingus!”, Robin takes one good look at you, “Sorry for interrupting you time, I’ll leave, have fun Steve”, as Robins leaving she grabs Steve, “She’s a keeper Harrington, she’s smoking”

When Robin leaves, he signs, “I’m sorry she thought this was a date”,

You notice his sweet little girl staring at you, “Hi there”, you wave at her,

“Hi”, she whispers back,

“Chloe, this is Y/N, they’re gonna keep an eye on you while daddy’s at work, okay?”, Steve explains, Chloe nods her head in understanding,

“Would you like me to show you where your gonna stay?”,

“I’d love that”.

After moving in with the Harringtons, you keep finding yourself ‘playing pretending’. You can’t help but imagine being with Steve, taking care of you daughter Chloe, and living happily ever after. You try to remind yourself that it’s your job, you live in his house, take care of his kid, but you are not one of them. No matter how bad you wanted to be.

Sometimes at night, you can’t help but think what Steve mouth would feel like, kissing along your curves, sucking on your clit, bruising your throat.

Most days he’d come home late. A couple hours after you put Chloe to sleep. You watch him wipe the sleep from his eyes, sitting next to you on the couch, having small talk, and then heading to bed. It was a ritual the two of you had.

Your body was jolted awake by the sound of the door opening.

“Shit. Did I wake you?”, Steve cringed,

“No your fine, I was waiting for you to get home”,

Steve takes a seat on the sofa next to you, “How was Chloe?”,

“She was great, we went to the park at about five, so putting her to bed was ALOT easier than usual”,

Steve smiles, “And um… How was your day?”,

“It was good, I’m a live in nanny for this guy and his kid, it’s pretty great”,

“Oh yeah”,

“Yeah. There is one problem with it though”,

“What’s that?”,

“The guy is… just wow, he so funny, and kind, and he’s so cute”, you gulp, “and it’s really hard working for him when all I can think about is being his”,

“Oh”, Steve exhales a breathe he didn’t realize he was holding in, “Yeah I totally get that… I have a daughter, right? And I needed some help taking care of her, and I didn’t expect the most perfect being alive to apply. Anyways, she’s a great fit, I mean, does her job perfectly, Chloe loves her, but I want her to be more. Anyways, That’s guy, he’s be an idiot not to want you. All I’m saying is if you two happened to be on some type of couch together, you should maybe try to kiss him. I think he’d like it.”

I giggle at his antic, leaning in to kiss his pillowy lips. The kiss is soft, sloppy, lazy, loving, and mind melting. He leans into you even more placing a hand onto your hip. He stops kissing your face to kiss down your cheek and chin, all the way to your neck.

“God your mouth is better than I imagined”, you let slip,

“You’ve imagined this? What else have you imagined?”,

You smirk, “Are you sure you want to know?”,

“Definitely”.

Steve maneuvers you on your back, spreading your legs to make room for him. He leans back in to continue kissing your soft neck.

“Sometimes when I touch myself”, the phrase already earning you a moan from Steve, “I think about what it would feel like to have your hands gripping my waist while you pound into me. I imagine you…” you feel Steve slowly start grinding into you, “I um-“, you pause to moan, “I imagine that you tease my clit with your tongue while yo- you prep me with your fingers… God Steve”,

“That’s it moan for me baby, and I’ll give you what you want”, he mummers into your neck as he starts to pull down your pants.

He pulls on your panties, using them to tease you before slowly pulling them off. He run his fingers through your dripping cunt, groaning at how wet you are. He leans face first into your heat, slowly inserting one finger. He starts by kitten licking your clit before sucking it between his lips. Your soft moans and pleas pour from your mouth as he already has you close. You feel like your seeing stars when he inserts a second finger. Your walls twitch around his fingers signaling your close.

“C’mon sweetie, come all over my fingers”, Steve moans against your clit sending you straight into your first orgasm of the night.

“That was- fuck - that was amazing”, you fumble out,

“If you, uh if you wanted to head to my room, I could give you my cock”,

“I’d like that”.

AN: I liked this idea sm, hope you enjoyed!

[astaroth1357]

Demigod MC Series: Hestia

This is another eternally virgin goddess, so we're doing another pseudo-demigod by adoption (like we did with Athena).

Demigod MC: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena, Hades Pt. 2, Poseidon, Ares, Hestia

Hestia is the goddess of the Hearth, Home, Architecture, Domesticity, Family, and the State. She's high up there (firstborn of Rhea and Cronus), but several factors have led to her falling into the background when compared to the other (flashier) Olympians. She swore to never marry, rejecting proposals from both Poseidon and Apollo, and is something of an antithesis to Aphrodite.

Lucifer

Honestly? He thought they were exactly what they were after. A weak human with no experience in the magical world what-so-ever.

Well… He was half-right.

On the surface, this is a pretty weak human. They don't have super flashy powers or a divine birth from the gods… but they do have a very protective adoptive mother.

The brothers had just settled in for their first dinner with the new human when the goddess herself strolled into their dining room, asked who was in charge, then dragged Lucifer away by the ear!

She's not even his mother, yet he felt the intense urge to apologize and put himself in his own room… Oh, the humiliation… at least she did the same to Diavolo…

The Prince was only able to calm her down by promising absolutely NO harm would come to her child… on their heads...

By the time the goddess finally let him go, Lucifer was about ready to shackle the MC to his wrist so nothing could touch them but he settled on keeping them with him like an assistant of sorts. They were in charge of helping him with the paperwork so he could keep an eye on them. 

What he didn’t expect was for them to be so… good at it? They could keep his offices clean, they managed his daily schedule, fixed up the House, and still have time to bring him tea and sweets every night!

They could even reign in his brothers somehow… They weren't strong or intimidating, but one or two mildly unhappy words out of them and everybody would be on their best behavior.

Was everyone positive they're only human...?

As much as he hated to admit, he may have a slight deep case of falling for the housekeeper… He would make a move, but well…

He has Beel to contend with first.

Mammon

Okay so, watching Lucifer get dragged out by the ear just like Raphael used to do to him was hilarious!!! The whole room got a good laugh! 🤣

Until Hestia glared at them and suddenly they all felt like they'd disappointed someone important….

And all that fuss over some dumb human??

So what if they made amazing food?

So what if they could clean the entire mansion in a day?

So what if they were the walking equivalent to a warm cup of cocoa on a winter's day??

So what if they were just the kindest, sweetest thing in this godforsaken hellscape and he would throw himself in front of a bus to keep them safe-

-Wait, when did that happen?!?

Seriously, Mammon's attachment to the MC came out of NOWHERE to him. One day, he was threatening to eat their soul and the next he's freaking out when they stub their toe!

He swears they have to have some kind of magic about them! A charm, or a spell, or… their lovable smile and warm, loving hugs...! 😊

Damnit!! They're too cute!! He needs them to go away but also never leave, thanks. 😒

In all seriousness, though their kind nature puts Mammon's tsundere self at a bit of a disadvantage, his protective instincts shoot through the roof whenever they're involved.

Naturally, that means his day is spent running them away from hungry lesser demons or shielding them from Beel and Lucifer's tug-of-war matches… He's a busy guy these days. 😖

Leviathan 

They're so… so… MOE!!!

That was his immediate thought when Mammon brought them home. He was expecting a defenseless human, but not one that could have stepped out of one of his slice-of-life manga!

To be honest, his instant thought was try and find a place to sit them on his shelves with the rest of the adorable characters he loves… 😅

And that was before they even opened their mouth! Five words into their introduction and he was ready to get their face on a t-shirt!!

Honestly, combine their natural cuteness with their household skills and they made for perfect waifu/husbando material… 

Not helped by the fact they found one of his maid/butler outfits while doing the laundry one day. Not only did they ask if they could wear it, they actually non-ironically liked it and started wearing it around the House!!

Oh he got cornered by Beel, Lucifer, and Mammon separately that day because they thought he was using them for fetish fuel… But it was their idea, he swears!!

I mean… He didn't discourage them or anything either but still…

If Beel hadn't claimed them on Day One, Levi might have eventually thrown his hat in the ring too... Oh well… he can pine from a distance… What else is new? 😔

Satan

He has a video of Hestia dragging Lucifer out of the dining room on his phone and it's one of his most treasured possessions now. 😌

He is perhaps the only person in the House who was not at all impressed with their little human.

So they could cook? So could he. So they can clean? That's not impressive. They could manage a household? Big deal, he's more or less been in charge of the same thing for centuries!

As far as he saw it, there was nothing the MC could do that he couldn't do as proficiently or even better. There was nothing remarkable about this human at all!

… except for one thing.

That maid/butler outfit of Levi's? The one they like to wear around?

It has cat accessories…

Either they don't notice or they don't mind it but they essentially walk around the House cleaning things with little kitty ears attached to their head and a bell on their collar…

Dammit… Why did Levi even buy that?!?

Satan ended up getting in trouble for enchanting their outfit to give them REAL ears and a tail "accidentally..." Lucifer strung him up by his toes, Beel gave him a black-eye, and Mammon still calls him a "perverted cat freak" but it was worth it, he says, worth it!!

Asmodeus 

Oh Beel…

Asmo saw Beel's feelings for the MC coming from a mile away. He didn't even need to confirm it with a sniff check, he had them scented by the end of their first night!

Lucifer, on the other hand, now that was a surprise... 😏

Ask him a century ago if Lucifer would ever consider a human lover, godly mother or no, and he'd have laughed! Yet here he is, giving gifts and sneaking whiffs of their adorable new housemate!

Of course, that's causing some commotion because they're pitted against each other, but Asmo finds it kind of cute honestly. 

Beel and Lucifer aren't fighting, not for real. The whole house knows Lucifer would win in a real brawl, but neither of them actually want to hurt the other… They're far too close for that.

So Beel tosses Lucifer around with kid gloves and Lucifer holds back considerably against Beel. It's pretty much just two brothers who love each other squabbling over the same toy… 🤭

Honestly, Lucifer might have bowed out by now and just let Beel have them but now his pride's on the line… thus an endless tussle between family and the sweet MC is in the middle, clueless to it all!

Tragic, is it not? But it certainly makes things more entertaining around here! (Good thing too since Beel beat him to the punch… If it's a fight against those two, he'll have to keep any of his own affairs with the MC under the radar... 😏)

Beelzebub 

He has claimed this one. Full stop.

For a bit of perspective: when Barbatos needs cooking tips, he calls Hestia. Hestia, the Divine Master of All Things Cooking. Hestia, the goddess who raised this MC… 

Needless to say if they have any magic at all, it's in the kitchen.

If food is the way to Beel's heart, this MC has claimed his heart, soul, and probably all of his vital organs. Their food is astounding!! Always perfect every time and so good it brings him to tears!

It started the night of that first dinner, prepared by MC. He was too busy scarfing down the table to even notice a goddess showed up and then he proposed to the MC with their own pig roast by meal's end!

They said no to marriage, but an instant pact agreement suited him just fine.

Beel didn't waste a single moment before he started treating them like a potential mate, territorial aggression and all, but there was a bit of a catch… He kept the MC totally oblivious to it.

Surprisingly, Beel's can turn the "They're MINE" part of his brain on and off pretty well. He's nothing but sweet and cuddly to the MC when they're around and even with his brothers!... as long as they don't try anything.

The moment he caught whiff that Lucifer might be pursuing them too, it was on. Suddenly the two brothers who almost never fight were in competition against each other! But of course, both have an unspoken rule to never do so in front of MC.

And now poor MC believes it's common for demons to "play wrestle" like puppies and hugs are traditionally supposed to be so hard they could snap spines… 

And it doesn’t look like they'll be backing down any time soon… Oh dear...

Belphegor 

You know what? For once, everything goes exactly to plan for Belphie!

No really, this MC has no hidden powers, no magic horses, not even Demon Nip. They are a helpless, trusting little human who just wants to help their big teddy bear get his twin back!

So, you know how it goes. The charm, the lies, the treachery and all of that. He even gets to kill them!! Oh, happy days!! 😁

Come to think of it, they did smell an awful lot like Beel… But who cares, as long as Lucifer suffers right?? And this whole "living together in harmony" crap fails, right?!

Wrong. 

Beel went ballistic. Lucifer did too, but Beel was what really hurt…

Belphie can safely say that in all of his life, Beel has never physically attacked him. Not once, or at least, not with intent to kill… 

But when the sixthborn's fist went crashing through the wall right by his ear that day, he knew his brother's first instinct was to aim for his head… and his second was to miss, as he still loved him, but only by just a little.

What the hell did he just do??

Thank their father for Barbatos and all the funky time stuff he can do because bringing the MC "back" snapped his angry brothers right out of it. 

Things should have been smoothed over at that point but as everyone was finally settling down for tea, Hestia made another appearance in the House… this time carrying a butcher's knife!

Time fix or no, Diavolo had promised her no harm would come to MC and at least one continuity of them DIED… so punishment was now on Lucifer and the Demon Prince himself!

Belphie, in a rare case of guilt and an expression of brotherly love, offered to take their place since it WAS kind of all his fault. His gesture softened the Goddess of Family juuust enough to lighten his sentence from execution to hard labor.

And thus, the MC had their own housekeeping assistant for a whole year, complete with bitter reluctance and a matching maid outfit! Cat-theme and all!!

He's sending nightmares to anybody who laughs… guaranteed. 😒

[natewriteslol]

Hello!! Would you mind if I request a small scenario of Yuu who had made a part of Ramshackle into a quaint little greenhouse and invited Ortho over for some tea! If you can, could you write it from Ortho's point of view? Thank you for this, I always absolutely love your writing! Words can't possibly describe the joy that fills me when I see you've posted, it's always a wonderful escape from how hectic the world is right now. Lots of love and luck to you!! ♡♡♡

Ortho with reader on a PLATONIC fun outing

Warnings: none!

Y/N is gender neutral :)

A/N: Yes I almost cried when I saw this in my inbox. Please know it fills me with great joy to illustrate my ideas through writing, and to have so many people enjoy my content is just unbelievable. I'm so greatful to have such an amazing audience 💞💕

It used to be so terrible within the Ramshackle house. No sign of life (no shade to the ghosts) with essential repairs needed inorder for it to be somewhat livable.

But you indeed managed to make it your own little home, not exactly transforming the whole house, but it was home. However a part of you was inspired by the botanical garden on campus, you went there often and it was beautiful. In fact, you were found there so often that Rook called you “Fleur de lys”.

Yet the garden was just always so far, too many people, or you’d accidentally wake up a sleeping Leona. So you decided, hey? What if I made my own garden in the dorms, I’ve got plenty of space.

For a couple of months you spent remaking the room, adding windows and some seats. And you continued to culminate a collection of plants. From buying them yourself, borrowing plants from the science club, and taking some seeds plants from botanical garden.

It was soon your own little paradise, yet you had no one to share it with besides your roommate, Grim. Until you heard a little someone talking, specifically about plants after your magical law class had ended, and you were packing up your things.

“Oh I sure do love plants! Don’t you too, Idia?”

“I’m not the biggest fan, Ortho… let’s just go home. Class is already over.”

“I think you don’t like them, since you’re afraid of the outside!”

“SHUT UP ORTHO, I’M NOT AFRAID OF THE OUTSIDE-”

You had always babysat Ortho when Idia was busy, even when he would make the strange comment that “Ortho doesn’t really need it”. You never understood, but you decided not to pry.

“Wait, Y/N. Don’t you have a garden in your home?” Ortho asked, bringing your attention to him fully.

“Why yes, I do,” you replied with a smile, turning to face the young boy behind you.

“Oh Idia, please let me go see their garden! Pretty, pretty please, big brother” Ortho pleaded, staring at him with his cute beaming eyes.

By the Great Seven, why did he program him to be so cute?

“O-only if it’s okay with Y/N” Idia stuttered, looking at you to give permission to his brother.

“Of course it is, you guys are always welcome in my house. You can come this weekend, if that’s good for you guys?” you asked.

“Of course it is! Yay! I’m gonna see Y/N’s garden! Thank you, Y/N!”

~~~

It was already Saturday, and Ortho was at your doorstep at 10 am sharp. Bringing the gift of freshly made cookies, Ortho excitedly told you how he got the recipe from Trey.

You invited him into your home, him holding onto your hand as he floated with you. He was so excited seeing all the plants, each of them having their own unique traits and needs.

“How do you keep up with all these plants?” Ortho asked as he watched you pour tea into his cup.

“It’s been a journey, since these plants are way different from the ones where I come from. I’ve had to do alot of research, but it’s all worth it!” You explained.

“You’re so cool! Just like how my brother said!” Ortho beamed.

“Idia talks about me?” you asked, wondering why the little boy’s brother would talk about you. I mean, you barely knew anything about technology so you both weren’t really on the same page in relating to your guy’s interests.

“Uhuh! He says that you’re ‘so O.P without even needing magic’” Ortho said, giving a hilarious impression of his big brother. “Idia thinks that you’re really cool too!”

Heat rose to your cheeks, you didn’t know that Idia had this much admiration for you. You definitely should talk to the flame haired man more often.

“Well, once you go back to your brother make sure you tell him that I think he’s cool as well” you smiled, extending your pinky to make a pinky promise.

“I promise!” the robot boy replied.

You continued to spend time in the garden, playing games, listening to music and giving the young boy a tour of all the plants in your garden. Once it was the afternoon, Idia gave you a call telling you that he was in his dorm room. And while the little boy held a pout and didn’t want to go home, Ortho sure did love his brother so he obliged to go, following you as you escorted him back to the Ignihyde dorm.

“I’m sure Idia misses you Ortho, he would probably really want to see you. After all, the presentation probably made him incredibly nervous,” you explained, happy once you saw the change of expression in Ortho’s yellow eyes.

“Ah! You’re right, I should give him a big hug once I see him!” Ortho said.

~~~

“Big brother!” Ortho said, wrapping his arms around Idia’s waist.

“O-Oh, I didn’t expect you guys to be back so soon,” Idia said, embarrassed that you were looking at Ortho’s animated displayed affection.

“Yeah, but I missed you! It was so fun, we drank tea, and Y/N gave me a tour of all their plants! Aren’t they super cool just like you said?” Ortho beamed, staring up at his brother.

“O-Ortho I never said that!” Idia retorted.

“Nope, you said that they were super cool and o.p! Remember what I told you, Y/N?” Ortho said, gesturing to you.

“Uh yeah, that’s what I heard. And you’re pretty cool too, Idia” you said, giving a thumbs up. Idia looked like he was about to pass out of embarrassment.

“See! Didn’t you say it was bad to lie, Idia?” Ortho said, crossing his arms to scold his older brother that sat in his gaming chair.

“I also told you that it’s bad to overshare private conversations, Ortho.”

Maybe next time you should bring out Idia, show him that the outdoors aren’t too shabby.

[castiel-left-his-mark-on-me]

Hi, Ary, very inactive ex-mutual(i think???) here. Good to see you thriving! ♥ It's been a while since I've dipped my head into cockles stuff. Could I perchance maybe ask uuuuum tf is going on??? lol I see Mish apparently confirmed he used to stay over at Jensen's in Van, and heard newbs were apparently freaking out about it and getting a bit messy, which I get that, business as usual. But I'm also seeing shit about spin-offs? And Jared getting in a twitter fight with Jensen, causing/resulting in stans to going feral and sending hate?? I know you're not as big a fan of Jar, but that's part of why I figured I'd ask you, you usually have a really level head about this kinda stuff. If you don't wanna answer publically, or at all, that's totally chill!

Hey, Rhi! We're still mutuals! Of course we're still mutuals! When I saw the notification of your ask, I was like "Hey! I haven't seen you in a while!" and my husband was like "???" and I said "Tumblr" and he said "Oh."

It was a wild time haha.

In any case, welcome back to the dumpster fire! We are obviously still a mess. So to catch you up, I guess I will start by summarizing both before and after the finale (not sure where you left off so this might be redundant for you) ... basically, it became obvious as the end of the show neared that Jensen was not on board with the plan for the finale; although Jared never stopped singing its praises.

We got confirmation of this during a zoom interview where Jensen said that he actually went into the writers room as well as called Kripke to basically voice how he didn't agree with the direction the final season was going, but he was shot down on all fronts. In another interview, he was asked "What would you tell your younger self going into this career?" And Jensen responded with: "I would tell myself to just keep your head down and do the work" meaning, "Don't try to change things because you can't." I also think that this whole situation is what he wrote "Let Me Be" about for his first Radio Company album, but that is just my own speculation. All of his reluctance, even though he always followed it up with "But I eventually saw the value in the script" or "I came around in the end" (which never sounded sincere, and I don't think he was really trying to sound sincere) made us all very nervous about what was to come for 15x20; and of course, when the last two episodes aired, we saw just how badly they fucked it up.

After the awful finale, the entire fandom became aware of the CW's heavy handed role in the thing, basically squeezing all the life out of SPN to shape it into a ramp from which Walker could launch itself. They not only erased all the love and joy and representation that Cas's love confession gave us, they also tore apart the things that made sense about the bond between Sam and Dean, making it really just about Sam-- and therefore Jared, which of course, Jared seemed to be fine with ... even though no one else was. Misha barely said anything during the finale, and a few of the other actors talked about the show ending in various posts, but Jared tweeted up a storm ... and Jensen? Jensen just sat in sexy-silent resentment of the whole thing. He didn't tweet, he didn't post, he didn't say a word once he no longer had to, and I think that's because he was already going full-steam-ahead on his plans for redemption.

Which brings us to Chaos Machine-- Jensen and Danneel's new production company that is being run by a queer creative director and has a mantra of inclusivity and representation woven throughout it's fabric; and apparently, the first story that Jensen wanted to tell through this new platform is the origin story of Sam and Dean's parents; so last week (?) he announced the upcoming production of "The Winchesters" -- the untold love story of John and Mary. Obviously, John is not the most likable character from the show, so the idea was met with a lot of resentment when it was first announced, but Jensen has gone on to say that he is excited to take on the task of telling the "true" story behind these characters-- the one that makes sense with the pre-established canon and doesn't reject it. So, given that, the idea is being mulled over with a bit more optimism from the fandom.

Who isn't being optimistic though?

Jared Padalecki.

When Jensen made this announcement on Twitter, many of his friends and coworkers congratulated him, but not Jared. Jared responded with a passive aggressive: "I'm happy for you, man, but I wish I didn't hear about it through Twitter." This of course, sent all the die-hard Jared fans into a tizzy and they immediately began asking him if he was serious (hoping it was just a joke-- we all hoped it was because there would be fallout no matter what one's opinion on Jared is). Instead of leaving it there though or just deleting that tweet, Jared went on to tweet some more, saying that he was being serious that he didn't know about the plans for the prequel, and that he was "gutted" that Sam apparenlty wouldn't be included (mind you, this a prequel to SPN... meaning BEFORE Sam and Dean were even born, so how could Sam be included? But Dean is apparently narrating this story so maybe Jared thought Sam should be helping to narrate it? I don't know). But Jared being Jared couldn't just leave that there, he then went on to tweet at Robbie Thompson who was announced as a writer for "The Winchesters" so then Jared went off on him too, calling him "Brutus" and a "coward" acting like Robbie betrayed him (speculation is-- Robbie refused to write for Walker, so Jared is pissed that he essentially chose Jensen over him). He did fairly quickly, remove that tweet attacking Robbie, but of course the damage was done at that point. And it truly only took his first tweet calling out Jensen for some people to be like "Jared-- that sucks if you didn't know but why are you saying any of this publicly?"

As you might know, Jared has had issues in the past with posting hurtful things on social media, and has even used it as a tool for attack before-- calling out customer service agents and public workers that he felt have wronged him, which is bad enough ... but for him to then do the same thing to his best friend of well over a decade? Many people who had once liked him or at least gave him the benefit of the doubt (I used to ...) stopped after this latest twitter tantrum.

However, some people have suspected for some time that J2 had a falling out either shortly before the finale or just after. Their public/social media interactions have seemed awkward, stilted or even non-existent in moments that they normally wouldn't be. In the past year, when Walker premiered, Jensen didn't say much about his friend's new venture other than a "Congrats. buddy" here and there. Later, we learned that Jensen refused to work on the show ... Jared said he make him do it, drag Jensen to the set "kicking and screaming" which made many fans quirk up an eyebrow because, why would Jensen put up a fight unless the two weren't as close as they used to be? And then Jensen moved his family to Colorado (either permanently or for an extended period at least) which is notable considering how he moved to Texas seemingly to be closer to Jared, even buying a house that was near his. All this was just speculation though; but it wasn't until Jared's tweet complaining about not knowing about the prequel that the theories behind them falling out, became less theory and more fact.

The day after his twitter tantrum, Jared tweeted again-- not retracting his statements or apologizing, but instead saying that he and Jensen "talked" and were "all good". Jensen then tweeted too, parroting this statement to some degree, which only made the whole thing even more sour in the mouths of the fans. The fact that Jared didn't apologize for his outburst and throwing his friend under the bus, and also the fact that Jensen-- Mr. Sexy Silence, Mr. Never Tweets, Mr. Tech-Ignorant-and-Proud, actually had to POST SOMETHING saying that he and Jared made up, it just screamed OPTICS. It was obviously the work of agents and PR firms and lots of people going "Look, if you two keep beefing, that will mean the death of both of your projects. Even more people will stop watching Walker, and this SPN prequel will never get picked up due to the scandal." So, the two "made nice" publicly to quell the chaos, but in my opinion, it's all too little too late. Jared started a storm that he can't contain now with a little tweet, and it seems like he knows that too because before he talked about him and Jensen making up, he asked that people "not send threats". He could have just as easily said that he shouldn't have made this a public issue and that he's sorry, but instead, he continued to play the victim and stoke the flames by alerting us all to the damage he's done.

Now, like I said before-- I used to give him the benefit of the doubt. I don't think he's an awful human or that he deserves to be attacked or anything, but he is an adult man with very poor judgment and an obvious selfish-streak a mile wide. He should know better, and he should have more respect for his so-called "friends" and "brothers" than to make them targets to public ridicule. I have a hard time believing that Jensen still sees Jared the way he used to, and I wouldn't blame him a bit for wanting to pull away-- especially when he's moving on to so many new and exciting things. Jared certainly deserves happiness just as much as anyone else, but he went on twitter and basically asked for a scandal, and he got one.

The question is now-- was there a motive behind it? Was just looking for a reason to bring his and Jensen's falling out to light-- while making himself looking like the victim in the process? Or did he genuinely not know about the prequel and just decided to go about "not knowing" in the most toxic and hurtful way he could manage?

In any case, that is the drama ... that is the J2 insanity in a rather lengthy nutshell ... that is the tea ... and I hope it all makes sense.

But the good news out of all of this is, Cockles is thriving-- they are happy and in love and Jensen calls Misha "Babe" and Misha misses waking up to see Jensen in the morning, and they are just as cute and wonderful as can be.

So, I will end that there. I am so glad to see you back, and I hope I answered all your questions in a way that made sense ... I tried anyway!

💖💖💖

[luvluvnitrodynamite]

random dates with jujutsu kaisen characters

ft. itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi, kugisaki nobara, zenin maki, inumaki toge, nanami kento, and gojou satoru

g/n!reader (except maybe for maki but that's more personal pref)

itadori yuuji - "hey!-", you were essentially muted as itadori plops a strawberry in your mouth. you bite down, wrinkling your nose up at him in fake upset. he just smiles and laugh, as you drop the pout and laugh with him. you two were on a picnic, drinking lemonade and watching the hours melt away into the sunny sky. currently, you two were demolishing a carton of strawberries, the green tops abandoned on a plate next to you. you swallowed, relishing the sweetness lingering on your tongue.

taking one last berry, itadori reclined and sprawled on the blanket while putting his hands behind his head. you laid down on the blanket next to him, placing your head on his chest. he glanced down at you and took one of your hands in his, his thumb starting to trace gentle circles on your palm. with your free hand, you pointed up to the clouds in the sky. "that one looks like a bus," you suggested. "mmm, i think it looks like a log," he responds. "that one looks like a cat." "i think it looks like a log." "ok, that one looks like a tree." "mmmmmmm i think it looks like a log," he says again. "yuuji, you think all of them look like logs," you say. you can feel his laugh bubbling in his chest as he says, "because all of them do look like logs." he points up at the sky at different clouds, "that one does....and that one does....i think these are actually all logs in disguise." you playfully swat his hand and turn your head up at him, saying, "you need to use your imagination a bit. if you're only looking for logs, all you're going to find is logs."

instead of responding, itadori shifts forward and captures your mouth in soft kiss. you respond, pushing your lips against his in a sweet dance. his tongue finds its way into your mouth, deepening the kiss. his hand has slipped out of yours and now is on the small of your back, pushing you closer into him. he smiles into the kiss, pausing. "what?" you ask, temporarily affixing your head above his. "nothing," he responds, "i just hope we can stay like this for a little while longer."

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fushiguro megumi - he's is nursing a cup of black tea in a porcelain cup and saucer, while he chews on a black ballpoint pen. fushiguro is in a cafe across the street, but you can see him through the window. as you walk in, the bell above the door jingles and he glances up at you. he smiles and clears a pile of papers, making room for you at the table. you sit down across from him, noticing that he's already ordered a cup of tea and a croissant for you.

"hey 'gumi. what'cha up to?" you ask, lifting the cup to your lips. "working on this latest batch, but it's tough. did you bring your stuff?" he asks. you pull out a small notebook, untying the ribbon that holds the pages shut. "of course i did, i want your feedback on my latest poems," you respond. "this is the most recent one i wrote." in the garden of my mind/you sink my heart into my soul/blooming into something unknown/glassy eyes speaking of that garden untold is what you hand to him. he furrows his brow as he reads over the lines, once, twice, three....ohmygod how many times is he going to read it? is it bad??? you catch your lip between your teeth as you wait for his critiques, anxiously tapping your fingers against the table. finally, he looks up to you. "i like the use of garden as a metaphor, but i think you could expand on it more. it's a short poem so i know you don't have much room, but i'm really fixed on this idea of a garden. what grows there? who takes care of it?" he questions. his brows is still furrowed and you can practically see the wheels turning behind his poofy hair.

you smile over at him saying, "well, megumi i think you already know the answer to your questions." he blushes and looks out the window. the wheels are turning in his head again, but for a different reason. you know fushiguro isn't exactly the greatest with his feelings, so you give him a minute. he still gets flustered when you even allude to loving him, it's so removed from his own view of himself that he needs to take a minute to process. in the meantime, you rip off a fluffy piece of croissant and feel the buttery layers melt on your tongue. you look out the window, quietly drifting off to another world. "did you want to read my poem?" he asks, snapping you back to reality. you nod, picking up the piece of paper he passes you. your eyes focus on the first line: i love you.

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kugisaki nobara - you love nobara, you honestly do, but sometimes you forget about that when she gets in a yelling match with the man at the ice cream truck. you're pulling your hat over your head, hoping to spontaneously melt into a puddle while the two of them go back and forth. "i don't know what you want me to say! i'm sorry i gave the wrong flavor to them, but i can't change it," the vendor says exasperatedly. nobara wrinkles up her nose in disgust at the vendor, retorting, "this business is absolutely shameful. i come all the way here for ice cream, and you can't even properly fulfill my order. what if i reported you to the better business bureau? hmmm? would you be a bit more cooperative then?"

yeah, it's been going on like this for a few minutes. you think you're going to evaporate into thin air when you realize the arguing has stopped and nobara is on her way back. and...omg...she's holding a mint chocolate chip ice cream cone!! you immediately perk up. "you got it!" you exclaim, quickly taking the cone from her. you take a bite (do you bite ice cream???? lick??? v unsure), and faux-swoon at how good it is. forgetting your previous embarrassment, you swiftly press a kiss to nobara's lips as a thank-you. "thank you nobara, this was so sweet of you!" her face deeply reddens, every ounce of toughness from the earlier altercation dissipated. she tosses her hair, trying to play it off. "oh, you know, it wasn't difficult. you just had to ask nicely." you smile at her, suddenly wanting to pay her back for the embarrassment she dealt you before.

before she can react, you quickly leave a flurry of kisses all over her face. you zing from her cheeks to her nose to her lips to her forehead and back around so fast it makes her dizzy. if you thought she was red before, she's somehow gone an even deeper shade of brick. now she's the one pulling her hat down over her head. "y/n!! cut it out, we're in public!" she hisses at you, but there's no real venom behind it. "sorry, i couldn't help it. you just looked too pretty to resist," you say, and start walking toward the city. even through the brim of her hat, nobara can see you walking away. before catching up, she's rooted in place wondering how on earth she got so lucky.

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zenin maki - "y/n, i look stupid. can i take this off?" you smile at her, only your head sticking out from your door. "nope!!," you gleefully respond. maki stands outside your room with an annoyed look and crossed arms, wearing the maid outfit you dropped off at her house this morning. you quickly close the door and speedily drag your socks up your thighs and tuck the matching headband into your hair. admiring yourself in the mirror one last time, you opened the door and shyly step out in your own maid outfit. "how do i look?," you say, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

maki.pdf has crashed. her eyes flick up and down your body, a slight blush forming on her pearlescent cheeks. you note her silence and flounce over to her. tucking your hands behind your back and rocking on your heels, you lean forward. "maaaaaaaaki," you languish in her name, dragging out the syllables. "cat got your tongue?" she snaps back to the real world, a coy smile on her lips. she moves swiftly, and before you know it she's pressed up against you with a hand on your lower back and the other hand tilting your chin up at her. "of course not, darling, but i wouldn't mind getting yours," she says, gently stroking her thumb over your lips. you momentarily flush, a pretty pink haze spreading over your face. you wiggle out of her hold and kiss the tip of her nose, before dashing down the hallway.

confused, maki watches as you return with...a broom. "c'mon! maids clean, don't they?" you say as you hand her the broom. maki bemusedly watches as you pull out a rag and a can of pledge. "y/n. you called me here, with a maid outfit, so we could clean your house?" she ask. "yep!". oh my. maki watches as you spray chemicals over the table, then polish it clean with the rag. fuck it, she starts sweeping your hallway. "am i even going to get anything out of this?", whining, she stops sweeping. you pause and smile. "of course maki. after all, i have to pay you for your services." maki smirks at you, resting her hands and head on top of the broom. "oh? and what would that be?" she says, raising her eyebrows. "anything you want." maki's smirk deepens, and she goes back to sweeping. "and if i want you?" you too go back to your cleaning. "well, in that case, i suppose you have to do a really good job of cleaning."

your house has never looked cleaner.

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inumaki toge - you dip your paintbrush into the water, swirling it around and making sure it was clean before dipping it into bubblegum-colored paint. inumaki sits on the other side of you, though part of him is obscured by his easel. you would have asked him to move a few hours ago, but luckily you were almost done painting him. the sun was starting to set, so the colors of the setting were changing a bit but you were sure inumaki wouldn't care too much if you took some artistic liberties. you added the pink streaks in the clouds, trying to fluff them up as much as possible and make them look sweet. you frowned as you went a bit too far, having to clean your paintbrush and then touch up the painting with white.

finally, a few more mistakes and fixes later, you think you're satisfied with your work. it was a portrait of inumaki, sitting on his artist's stool with the blue sky and green hill in the background. a few hours ago it would have been an almost perfect rendering of the scene, save for the fact that you decided to paint him without his trademark collar over his face. you happened to love the seal on his face and tongue, but his covering of it made him more insecure about it as time went on. as he got used to seeing his face without it, he wondered if it would just be better if he didn't have a seal on his face at all. now he barely pulls down his collar, only ever to shout out cursed speech commands. "toge can we see each others' paintings now?" you ask. "okaka!" he responds. you sigh and say, "okay, let me know when you're done." you continue to add a few more cursory details until you hear "takana!" from the other easel. you poke your head around, asking, "do you want me to go first?" inumaki nods, and gets up.

you hold your breath as he walks over to survey your work. you feel him stop behind you and just...stare. no tsunamayo, no sujiko, not even an okaka. "what do you think?" you ask. he says nothing, and just points to his painted mouth. you look at him and feel a little bit crushed; he doesn't look angry or anything, but rather a little deflated. "are you upset i painted the curse seal?" you ask him. he responds with a slightly desolate "okaka" and your chest clutches a little bit. you wanted to show him how pretty he was with the seal, but you supposed you would have to go a bit further. "toge can you come a little closer?" he complies and moves right next to you. you quickly jump off the stool and clasp his face in your hands. slowly, you pull down his collar, revealing the seal. you hold his gaze for a moment longer, and then gently press kisses along the surface of the curse. you make sure to touch every angle, feeling the heat of his skin rise each new time your lips touch the curse. you pull your head back and say, "i think the curse seal is pretty. the way it curves along your cheek is just gorgeous, it's such a rich shade of black, and it looks the best when i see you smile. but most of all, you make it look pretty. i like the curse seal because it's a part of you." inumaki softly smiles when he hears this, and just wraps you up into a hug. you two stay like that for a minute or two, interrupted only by "can i see your painting of me now?" "shake."

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nanami kento - you two are at home in the kitchen. normally you both take turns cooking and cleaning, but tonight you decided to make dinner together. nanami is cutting up vegetables for your curry, while you focus on cooking the chicken in the sauce. soft music plays while a delicious aroma fills the room. nanami finishes cutting up the vegetables, neatly zooshing them into the pan with the knife. you add coconut milk and spices, stirring as the sizzling gets loud, and then gently recedes into a soft bubbling. you watch the pan carefully as nanami shifts behind you, wrapping his arms around your front. his face rests on your shoulder as you both watch the pan bubble away.

he gently bites your ear, asking, "how was your day?". your hand comes up to rest on his cheek, sighing contently. "fine. i was a bit busy, but nothing out of the ordinary. how was yours?". nanami sighs, the air lusciously dancing around your ear. "mmmmmm...annoying. or, more aptly, gojou was." you laugh, imaging all the ways the he could have been a nuisance. "is that so?," you say. "yes, but i don't want to dwell on it. work is work, and i'd rather focus on my time outside of it," nanami says. "like focusing on you," he breathes into your ear. he gently spins you around so that you're facing him, and pulls you closer to his body. he wraps his arms around your back, and you wrap your arms around his neck. you two begin to softly dance to the music, not even moving from the spot you're currently in. it's not perfect dancing by any standards; in fact, you think you're off-beat. still, with nanami humming in your ear and such a comforting aura surrounding you, you don't really think it matters.

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gojou satoru - for once, you two aren't running around and acting crazy. instead, you've just woken up to rain pattering on the window and cloudy skies overhead. gojou is still asleep in bed, blindfold slipped over his face with his closed eyes revealed to the world. you smile, enjoying the sight. it's not often you two get time to just be together, with gojou being gone all the time, his students needing his attention, and your own life and responsibilities. you slip out of the room and into the kitchen, cutting up fruit and making coffee. you bring it back into the room, the smell waking up your drowsy boyfriend. crystalline eyes look up at you, filled with love and adoration. you sit on the bed as he sits up, passing him a plate and a mug.

"hey, i just had the craziest dream," he says, mouth full of raspberries. "oh? would you like to tell me about it?," you respond, sipping your coffee. gojou smirks at you. "well, normally i would say to never tell a bad dream before breakfast because that's the surest way to make it come true, but i don't believe in that, and anyways i could kick the dream curse's ass if it came to it. so, itadori is a woman, and sukuna keeps taking over to play with boobs, right?". he rambles on, and you think he's actually making some of this up on the fly, but it's entertaining and you don't want to interrupt him. he tells you the whole story, and by the end you've both finished your breakfast. you're still laughing at the part where inumaki is left at the alter by nobara chasing after maki, when he picks up your plate and mug and places it on the little table beside the bed.

"satoru, what are you-," you're interrupted as he swiftly pulls you into his lap, your back flush against his chest. confused, he hands you the book on the side table while he picks up a stack of reports. he opens them and starts reading, while you look at him in confusion. he apprehensively pauses and looks at you. "we don't get to have a lot of quiet time like this," he hesitantly explains, "so i thought we could just do something with each other, even if it's just reading. i have to read these reports and you wanted to finish that book anyway, so i thought we could start like this." he smiles down at you, and it's like he shoots warmth straight into your chest and fans it out to the tips of your fingers, toes, and eyelashes. you ghost his cheek with a kiss and burrow into his chest. "of course, 'toru. this is absolutely perfect." you feel his chest skip a beat through your skin, and try to hid your smile. you open your book while he resumes his reports, and bask in the comfort of shared love.

[peanutpinet]

Lucas (mafia leader) x Reader (female)

A/N: I had this thought for days now and was like, ya know, just let it out. This is my first NCT (?) WayV (?) fanfic? Scenario? Yea XD For those who have read my past fanfics/scenarios, you know how horrible I am in explaining XD but yea, essentially I just imagine that you, the reader are a uni student whilst Lucas is part of the NCT mafia, "leader" of the WayV unit (I know Kun is technically the leader, but just for the sake of the story), okie, leggo

Sighing in defeat, you gathered all your books, stationery and some clothing before sneakily going out of your dorm and to your boyfriend's apartment since he gave you the spare key, saying that it was for emergencies or whenever you wanted to come over.

After texting Lucas that you were heading to his apartment, you went to grab a cab and head there. Truth be told, you never really went there and only got the address from Lucas. Which is why upon arriving, your jaw nearly dropped when you saw his apartment; even making sure whether the address Lucas gave last time was the exact one and making a mental note to yourself to look up things beforehand.

Upon arriving, you felt like you just came from the countryside to the big city. You went to the front desk and inform them who were you looking for, handing in your ID card and was immediately directed to the elevator, one of the securities pressing the highest floor of the elevator and left you in the elevator on your own.

Just when you thought that it couldn't get any fancier, the minute you stepped out of the elevator, you were amazed at the decor and the fact that there was only one door made it even grander. Taking out the key Lucas gave you, you were actually hoping that it wasn't the correct one and Lucas just sent you the wrong address but as it turns out, the key fits and you took a deep breath, walking into the room.

But on Lucas' side, he actually didn't receive your text message. So, the second he heard someone coming into his suite, he was already reaching for his gun because he wasn't really expecting anyone to come. But as soon as he heard your signature nervous voice, he felt relieved but worried at the same time. Did something happen to you?

"Lucas? Ar-are you in here? The people at the front desk just directed me here. I uh sent you a text" you called out

"I'm here sweetheart. Now, what brings you here at this late hour? Is there anyone I should be concern with?" Lucas stated, coming out of his bedroom

"Huh? Wow. I mean, no. Sorry, it's my first time here. I uh, I was just wondering if I could stay for the night. The dorm was so loud that I couldn't study nor sleep" you admitted, trying to avoid eye contact with Lucas, thinking that it was a lame excuse to come over

"Of course you can. I gave you the spare key for a reason, didn't I? Uh, sorry about the mess and all. I didn't expect you to come. I didn't receive any messages. C'mere sweetheart" Lucas mentioned, giving a hand motion for you to go to him

"Really?! I could've sworn I...(looks at your phone) I forgot to click the send button" you sighed, hitting your head as you went over to Lucas

"Hey, hey. Don't do that. You'll hurt your brain even more. No harm sweetheart. My place is yours. Come. I'll order some McDonalds as well if you'd like" Lucas cooed, bringing you into his office

"Damn. Two desktops?! Bro and this processor is the latest one?!" you commented, placing your bag down and immediately inspecting his desk

"Sometimes I play some games with the guys. Feel free to use it if you'd like. Lemon tea or coke?" Lucas asked, scrolling through his phone

"Lemon tea, no ice. It's worth the money better. Are you sure I can study here? Am I not disturbing you?" you questioned, sitting on the chair

"Not at all, sweetheart. It's almost 10pm. I'm done with work. You're free to use my computer. I've ordered your favourites already. I'm going to go for a shower for a bit. Feel free to turn on some music as well, alright? And please don't study for too long. I worry you'll hurt that gorgeous head of yours" Lucas chuckled, kissing your forehead before leaving you in his study room

After settling, putting on some music with your account (which was already in Lucas' Spotify), you grabbed your books and stationery then started to study for your finals. In the midst of it, you heard Lucas coming in with McDonalds; wearing a plain T-shirt and sweats.

Because there was only one chair in his office, with your consent, Lucas placed you on his lap as he was feeding you McDonalds whilst scrolling through his phone, occasionally leaning his head on your back as he does so.

After finishing the food, Lucas was about to get up and cleaned up so you could study a bit better since he knew you didn't like a messy space but when he felt your head slightly leaning backwards, he questioned whether you were already sleepy or not.

"What's wrong love? Tired?" Lucas murmured as he placed his chin on your neck, wrapping his long arms around your waist

"Huh? Oh? Sorry. I didn't realise I was leaning back" you yawned, scrubbing your eyes but Lucas stopped the motion

"Don't. Your eyes will get irritated. I think it's about time you sleep, hmm?" Lucas commented, tucking a hair behind your ear as he kissed the side of your cheek

"Hmm. I guess so" you sighed, leaning onto Lucas's chest

"Alright princess, let me just shut everything off. Kay, let's go to bed" Lucas chuckled, carrying your small figure in his arms and tucking you into his bed before going to the other side of the bed

The next morning, you were woken up by the sound of your phone's alarm but just stayed in bed whilst scrolling through your phone until you realised that you had exams that starts in 45 minutes. Immediately, you got up and went back to the study room to grab your clothes, without even calling out to Lucas and head to the bathroom to get ready.

After getting ready, you were so ready to rush out the door and call a cab until Lucas finally called out to you. Once you told him that your exam was starting in literally 15 minutes, he just chuckled and told you that he'll drive you there; which was a first since all this time, you guys just have dates near your campus since your dorm had strict rules and Lucas would just walk you there (A/N: how you guys met is a story for next time, lol).

After packing some food for you, Lucas grabbed his car keys in one hand and your hand in the other, making your way down to the parking lot where your jaw also almost dropped again since the car Lucas owned is probably enough to pay your whole entire undergraduate life.

Whilst in the car, Lucas told you to eat so you wouldn't be hungry during the exam. He also mentioned that he'll come to pick you up to celebrate finishing your finals since he knew that you've been stressing over this last final for weeks; saying that he'll treat you out.

Once you've arrived, Lucas pulled you to give a slight peck on your forehead, encouraging you to do well in your finals and that he'll see you right after you're done. You smiled and thank him. Getting out of the car, you saw nearly the whole campus that was by the front gate staring at you; even your friends were stunned before rushing to you, managing to get a glimpse at Lucas who just smiled before leaving.

"Gurl!! I knew your boyfriend was hot, but well off? You definitely hit the jackpot!!" one of your friends blurted

"Sis!! Can we save the conversation for later? I need to get this exam over with first" you bargained

"Okay, okay, good luck with your exams!! I'll see you later!!" your friend exclaimed as you went to your exam hall

Thankfully, the exam wasn't as hard as you'd thought. You didn't know if it's because Lucas actually helped you study since he actually knew the subject or something else but you were glad to finally be done with it. After the exam, you got a text from Lucas, saying that he'll be running a bit late which you didn't mind. Your friend, who was also done with her exam, came to your exam hall and didn't spare a second before plastering with all sorts of questions.

Asking you where you've been the night before since you weren't at your dorm; and when you told her you were at Lucas' place, she squealed, asking if you guys did anything spicy which you immediately cut her off, saying that you just went there to study because the rooms near yours were getting too loud and rowdy.

You also explained how kind and caring Lucas was; despite the amount of work he had to deal with, he was still soft when it came to you. Ordering your favourites from McDonalds, letting you just barged into his apartment whenever and even using whatever he had; hearing this, all your friend can do was just squeal, saying that Lucas was the perfect boyfriend.

And right on cue, Lucas texted you saying that he's almost at the front gate. Your friend saw your smile and teased the heck out of you before letting you off just because she supported your relationship; knowing that you had a rough past and it was nice to finally see you happy with someone; someone that genuinely cares about you.

But of course, life ain't that easy. Because just as you were skidding along the halls to the front gate, you accidentally bumped into someone and dropped your phone. You immediately apologised about to get your phone when the person you bumped into stepped on your phone. Looking up, you met with the campus' miss popular with her boyfriend.

"Can you please let go. I really have to go now" you sighed, looking up

"Can't your boyfriend get you another one? Oh wait, is he the one that you're meeting? Honestly, I dunno what he sees in you. Oh wait, I think I do. He's probably just in it to play around or probably did it because of a bet" the girl scoffed but you were just not having it and shoved her feet off, nearly falling if it weren't for her boyfriend being there

After getting your phone, you were about to make a run for it before she grabbed your hair, pulling you back and making you fall; calling you names and all. When you got back to your feet again, she nearly slapped you when you got ahold of her hand about to push her back when her boyfriend came and took your hand, twisting it behind your back, allowing an opening for her to get a good punch out of you.

It felt like forever since you were trapped between the two "bullies" of your campus and for Lucas, it meant something was wrong. It's been almost 30 minutes since he arrived and called you but there was no answer at all. Frustrated, he called Winwin to track your phone as he went in to find you; thinking that you were held captive by one of NCT's enemy.

When he did see you, he felt a slight relief that it wasn't one of NCT's enemy but he was still very much pissed at the sight. When the girl was about to hit you for like the 15th time, Lucas grabbed ahold of her arm, throwing her to the floor before looking at her boyfriend who turns out to be one of the bartenders in one of NCT's bars.

"B-boss..." the man stammered, letting go of your hand as you almost dropped if it weren't for Lucas catching you

"You better come to work tonight. We'll have a lil discussion about respect? Hmm? Make sure everyone comes. Or I'll just have to report Taeyong about this" Lucas growled, making the man cowered in fear

"N-no sir. Everyone will come tonight" the man stuttered as Lucas stood up, holding your figure firmly in his arms

"Good. Wouldn't want to make a big deal out of this hmm? Oh, and do bring your girlfriend while I take mine to treat the wounds you both caused" Lucas scoffed, bringing you out of the campus

Once you've reached his car, he gently placed you and put your seatbelt on before going to the driver's seat. Once he was in, he called Kun, telling him what happened and that he's planning to have a meeting later tonight in the bar. After the call, Lucas took your hand in his, stroking your knuckles as he drove back to his apartment.

Upon arriving, he helped you get out of the car and into his apartment. Inside, he brought you to his room before going to the bathroom and grabbing some medicine for your bruised face and cut on the lips. Lucas treated all your wounds as gently as possible, worrying that he might accidentally hurt you, treating you as if you're as fragile as an egg.

After he was done, he threw all the cotton buds and ordered some food for the both of you; knowing that you will tell him whenever you're ready. He put his hoodie onto you before bringing you to the living room to cuddle and just watch the whole day. Occasionally, food will come and it was all from your favourite restaurants.

After the next 5th Disney movie ended, you told Lucas that you wanted to take a shower and he told you that you can borrow any of his clothes. He even said that he'll run you a bath but you told him that you were just going to take a light shower which Lucas didn't mind. Whilst you were showering, Lucas prepared a T-shirt and shorts along with the hoodie you were just wearing.

After your shower and putting on the clothes Lucas prepared, Lucas came and redid the medicine on your wounds before going back to watching some heart-warming movies on the bed. Feeling better, you decided to tell Lucas what happened and whilst it seemed that he was calm, his mind was off wondering the endless possibilities of teaching the two that harm you; whether it'd be physically or mentally.

Either way, Lucas listened to all your rambles, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, leaning you onto his chest, giving kisses on your forehead, cheeks and occasionally your neck, chuckling when he saw you flustered; basically making you 10x better, treating you like a queen up until you fell asleep.

When you did fall asleep, he gently tucked you into bed, kissing your forehead, smiling at your sleeping figure before leaving the room to the bar where he was more than ready to make the two-person harmed you suffer; not forgetting to ask Hendery and Yangyang to come over to watch over you.

"Sleep tight sweetheart. I'll be back before you know it, alright? No one treats my queen like trash and gets away with it" Lucas mumbled, kissing your forehead as he left as quietly as possible

and let's just say that everyone in the bar that night experienced a side of Lucas that no one would like to see or hear ever again.

"Try and lay a finger on her again, I won't be so nice next time" Lucas scoffed, seeing all the staff looked down, especially the two-person who hurt you

A/N: I hope that this was alright but yea, this fanfic has been stuck in my head for days