#anyway take this and shoo shoo...

[lucabyte]

I don't use it to eavesdrop, if that's what you're asking.

[lemonduckisnowawake]

Not sure if OP was referring to @glass-expanse or me but since i was jumpscared with new notifs again (why?? I thought it had died down?), here you all go. Very, very rough concepts based on the above.

And here's your kickstarter scam (and image description under the cut)

[ID: On a cream-colored canvas, there are four black-line sketches and letters in all caps that read "Christian x Vampire," which is on the bottom right corner of the canvas.

On the top left corner of the canvas is the first image which has a (hopefully Spanish-looking) man leaning slightly towards the right and a (hopefully Korean-looking) woman leaning towards the left; they have only been drawn down to their torsos. The man has wavy hair (with a fringe that has a dramatic side part on the right) that is tied back into a short ponytail going over his shoulder, a pointy ear, thick eyebrows, and an irritated look (mouth is a small frowny line). He is wearing a turtleneck under a cape, fastened by an X-shaped brooch, and looking down at the woman, who's face is turned towards his. The woman's hair is shaded more or less roughly in black medibang pencil and straight (with a messy fringe). She has a slight grin on and is wearing a collared shirt. Over the woman's head are letters in all caps that read "Chaeryeong Gi (기채령) Age: 24." Under the man, there are letters in all caps (and lowercase in parenthesis) that read "Armaros (just Armaros) Age: 22 + ???"

On the top right of the canvas, the characters are there again but drawn in a simple style. Armaros is standing, drawn down to his waist (still fully covered with his cloak) with an expression of alarm; his mouth is wide open with two sharp fangs shown. He is looking back at Chaeryeong (drawn in full body) is flying from the air at him from the right, her arms spread wide and drawn with cutsey look of glee. She is yelling "HUG ATTACK" while Armaros yells back "NO DO NOT HUG ME! YOUR HOLINESS BURNS!"

On the bottom left corner of the canvas are the two characters again in the simpler style to their thighs, their side profiles facing each other. Armaros is on the left, one clawed hand peeking out of his long cape and his mouth open (so one sharp canine showing) in an expression clearly meant to intimidate. He is bellowing, "Fool! I am the most powerful vampire in the west! Naught but the force of a holy temple could deign scratch me!" Chaeryeong is looking at him in mild but unimpressed confusion, drawn in a collared shirt and a knee-length skirt, a thought bubble indicating that she is thinking, "He doesn't know I'm literally a holy temple."

On the middle right of the canvas, squeezed between the hug attack drawing and the Christian x Vampire lettering, are our characters again, drawn down to their torsos. Chaeryeong wears an artist's attempt at a sad face, saying to herself, "Am I really Christian enough to hurt that much?" while Armaros is looking at her behind going "…?" There is an arrow showing another image with the characters in identical poses, only Armaros is slightly closer, his (blob-shaped) hand on Chaeryeong's shoulder, a hand which is indeed showing smoke lines. He is going, "There, the - ARGH!" with his cry of pain scribbled over violently in emphasis. Chaeryeong has moved from looking up at the distance to glancing at the smoking hand on her shoulder, eyes wide in concern but still muttering, "That answers that…" End ID]

You know, it's a tragedy that there are no (or very little) Vampire x Christian stories out there, not for angst or theology or forbidden seductiveness or whatnot but for the sheer comedy of it all. I mean, the Christian would technically be immune to all of the vampire's shenanigans, like for example...

Vampire: Fool, I am the most powerful vampire in the West. Nothing but the force of an entire holy temple could even deign to scratch me Christian: Idiot, I AM a holy temple. 1 Corinthians 6:19, fear me and the Spirit inside that can burn you to ashes

[lopsidedtreetrunks]

Ok i finished the first page of that disney thing and I'm gonna post it here bc i want feedback (also it's literally fanart of this fanfic, i did not come up with this dialogue lmao)

first off i know this is formatted terribly lol, i have always drawn my self indulgent comics like this bc i normally draw on paper and it saves space, and since I'm not posting them, I'm never worried about readability, so i do apologise for how tiny the top row is (that's why i replaced my handwriting with text)

what i want to know is, are the pictures too small? is it annoying having to zoom in to read each panel? I'll change how i format the rest of the pages so they're easier to read and understand, but should i retroactively change this first page, too? Or is this format completely fine, and im overthinking things as per usual? any other feedback is welcome, too ;^^

[steamclouds]

Naptime! 💤

[fisheito]

at last....yakumo with CHIKEN

[navxry]

"Oh, friend! I wasn't expecting you to be here so soon. Though, maybe your punctuality is a good thing…"

The first thing Aventurine sees is the shade of white as a familiar figure steps to the bar. Their eyes drifted to the drinks he's prepared for them, brows furrowing in contemplation before they looked at him.

Raising their hand, they placed it under their chin, speaking, "Why did you ask for me again, Aventurine? I don't exactly remember dawdling being on the agenda today."

He seem to laugh at their comment, moving over to hit his hips to theirs. "Come on, loosen up, won't you?" he teased, eyes twinkling as his gloved hand handed them a glass. "I simply wanted some company, that's all~ your friends have been awfully busy with their partners, and it's obvious that you haven't had anyone for this special day."

"That's because I'd prefer to be alone."

"Ah, details, details," he said, waving his hand off before continuing, "You understand what I mean, right? Honestly, you need a little excitement in your life! For a trailblazer, you're awfully..."

Aventurine paused, his eyes narrowing with an emotion crossing his eyes. However, whatever it was that they saw had left.

"... Well, let's just say bland."

The trailblazer frowned.

"And you're awfully rude."

Grabbing the glass, they inspected it, letting Aventurine's laugh go from one ear to another as they took a swig. their eyes narrowed at the taste from the drink, but they said nothing before putting the empty glass down.

"Anyways, you didn't just call for me for a chat, did you?" they asked, taking their seat and watching him do the same. "Out with it, Aventurine. What is it this time?"

The blonde hummed, grabbing a coin and flipping it in his hand. Fingers twirling and turning the coin, he flitted his gaze down, then returned to the anonymous? trailblazer.

"I'd like to play... A game," he began, but his eyes remained on them. "Something simple to get things started. It's not much, is it?"

"Depends," they answered, waving for a bartender to brew another shot for them. "Though, if you're curious on what I'm like, that'll be a different story."

"Hm, hm, I am," he answered, but that smile wasn't reaching his eyes. "However, I am more interested in your perspective of things. Can't say that you've been an anomaly here, you know? Care to indulge me a bit?"

The trailblazer opened their mouth... Then paused. Gears began to turn as they answered, "Fine. So as long you're paying for the drinks."

Hook the line.

"Bingo. I knew you'd agree."

Snapping his fingers, his eyes twinkled as the game (metaphorically) began.

20 questions.

"How long have you been associated with the Hostelry?"

"A year."

"Do you know the owner here?"

"Miss Lear? I do. She and I are friends for years now, long since she started the Hostelry. Used to work for a commissioner until she resigned to run different businesses."

"I see... How about the other guests? Ever know them?"

"I know that scholar, the 'doctor', the herbalist..." they listed off the rest on their hands, almost capping off of 15. "I know multiple people. Some dead, some alive, some... Missing."

His eyes narrowed. His smile tightened.

"Missing?"

"The memokeeper. The oath bringer. The owner of the express," they answered, eyes not betraying his with a twinkle and a swirl of their drink. "That joker, too. I know her very well. Shame she went missing, that one; people say that she and I are like two peas in a pod."

"I see," he nodded, raising a hand as the questions continued.

"Any particular reason you use code names here?"

"Convenience. Remembering all sorts of names can be tiring."

"Any troublesome patrons you've met in the Hostelry?"

"Only one. She left after 3 months of being a regular here. Had been because she was a thief."

Wait...

He paused. His brows furrowed in thought. They seem calm as they took a sip of their drink, continuing, "No need to worry, Aventurine. If you're curious on where she is, she's dead."

The way they said it was off. They were off. This city, this world, he knows its off. And this game, although he's spent it all asking questions, it felt... Methodological.

It felt staged.

"I see. Why don't we change it up?"

It happened fast. Too fast for one to track. One moment, the two were sitting comfortably in their chairs, the song playing softly from the jukebox...

... And the next was Aventurine taking them for a spin, getting off of his chair and dragging them to position. One hand on their waist, the other on their right hand, and both eyes—one of avgin and another of a wandering, worldless fool—meeting.

"Well?" he asked, effortlessly side stepping and leading the two to the stage with a cocky grin. "Can't say that you drinking as I ask would yield results, so I figured this is easier."

Being taken out of their element, he could see them stumble as they matched his quick pace, the song playing recognizable to the wordless wanderer.

Sip the GOSSIP, drink 'til you choke! Sip the GOSSIP, burn down your throat!

"Hmph, you jump at every moment of opportunity, do you?" they stated with a scowl, but they followed suit anyway. Spinning in his hand, raising a leg as they were tipped, only for them to return to position and quickening the pace. "A shame that I'm not a fool in dancing."

"Good," the gambler said with a chuckle, "I expect nothing less from you, friend. Why don't we dance?"

"Gladly."

To the outsiders, all they see are two people dancing, sharing looks that is nigh mistakeable for just two individuals bonding... In their own way, of course.

However, to Aventurine and his newfound interest, it was an unspoken pact; an elaborate play of pretend, lies, and deceit.

It was clear that he found them intriguing. Fascinating, even. Despite their previous interactions (which he didn't forget, for how could he?), he can tell they were smarter than they looked.

Each step was met with a question, and each answer was met with a sway and raise. Even as the song continued to play, both were masquerading to lead the other from knowing too much.

Both clearly know the rules. Both know that neither are unique.

For two birds of a dishonest feather flock together.

[n0phalt]

see i got shit to do but instead im relating to bbno$ music

[ghwosty]

yeah yeah okay everyone talks about Eddie Vedder's tendency to write of driving away in cars, ocean metaphors, the perspective of a woman, etc, but when will everyone notice all the references to hands and specifically the holding of hands

[hua-fei-hua]

being Known as a fluff writer back in the day is so funny to me sometimes. like these people didn't even know that i was taking a physiology course at the time Just to write more accurate gore.

[evillillad]

i like seeing the progress hehe

[notaplaceofhonour]

okay okay I know the point of this is “White people need to put as much effort into learning how to pronounce Black people’s names as they do foreign European names” and 100% I totally agree, absolutely good point

but this tweet becomes hilarious in the context of this clip:

anyways, absolutely put effort into learning how people pronounce their names. just don’t feel bad if it takes you some time to get it right 😅

(also in case you didn’t watch the video it’s “N-SHOO-tee” not “SHOO-tee”)

[tunarath]

💔 and 💙 for Ilu!

Would be cool to know the same about Syndras too

💔 - Does forgiveness come easily or with difficulty to this oc? Can they forgive others? What about themselves?

Ilu is willing to tolerate a lot of bullshit. He is not afraid to put others in their place if they irritate him enough. It is rare for him to forgive someone who deeply wrongs him though, as they usually end up dead (whether that's immediately or not). But forgiveness from him is more of a stern warning with a nod, and not much else. When it comes to himself, he finds little need to forgive himself for anything, but that is partly because of his emotional suppression.

Syndras is cruel, unrelenting, and does not forgive easily. She can be bribed as long as the offender wasn't instantly burned to a crisp. Offering one's self in patronage or servitude and procuring artifacts (and other items) she is interested in acquiring are a few ways to get on her good side. You only have one more chance, though.

💙 - Describe their bedroom! Is it personalized, unchanged? Messy, neat?

Ilu's personal spaces are often incredibly messy. He hasn't cleaned his bedroom in Tu'narath in millennia, save for his bedding (and he isn't about to start doing that now). The more public areas are presentable, though his study is also in the same condition as his quarters.

Syndras is very much the opposite. Her living spaces have always been pristine in an extremely calculated way. She spends hours decorating and ensuring every pillow is in its perfect place. She also prefers to sleep while assuming her dragonborn visage because she feels so cozy in her luxurious bed. It's also just more convenient.

[dishewashersalmon]

Mmmmm tha vivisection :]]]

[sadlynotthevoid]

It just occured to me that Lily and Iida would be besties turned couple. It's all about the knight aesthetic + honorable behaviour obsession (Iida's) and the knight obsession + honorable values (Lily's). Plus, Iida's too serious attitude and Lily's more flexible one would balance. Lily would take a look at his costume and decide he's her new best friend for life.

Also, Asui would be the first one (between the students, Nedzu would already know, ofc) to realize what's going on with ogCale. She's smart, perceptive and an oldest sibling who has to look after her siblings too. She would make the connection between Lily's pacific childhood (for rich kids standards, according to Yaoyorozu, anyways), the change of public opinion and suddenly acquiring new younger siblings.

Background ship would be Shouto/Izuku/Shindou Yō because I like tododeku and IzuShindou is actually so funny guys.

Btw, a day after ogCale gets Mineta expelled, the USJ attack happens. OgCale asks (demands) Nedzu to upgrade his security measures, which leads to him being basically the class' bodyguard.

I know I already made a post about a bnha x lcf crossover AU, but I just have a thought.

AU in which Lily wants to be a pro hero (i think it fits her, "I want to be a knight", you know?) and when she's on age (14~15?), she gets into UA.

The second she sees the perv creep talking about their classmates and her and doing weird stuff and the teacher not batting an eye, she takes her phone.

"Orabeoni, what do you do to stop creeps?", she text him.

Next day, before All Might can even give them their suits, the door opens and an elegant redhead in his 20's (I guess he would be 22~23?) is standing there, looking pissed off enough to cut ice with his eyes only.

"Where is the creep."

No one moves.

All Might is confused, who is this young man? He doesn't look like a villain, but he's not sure he has permission to be here. Did he break in?

Then a blur pass across the classroom and Lily Henituse, the foreign student, is standing just in front of him, looking ready to hug him.

"Orabeoni! What are you doing here?"

"You said there was a creep, so I came to deal with it."

"Weren't you in Swiss?"

"Yeah, I asked a favor."

All Might relaxes. Oh, so he's one of his students' friends. For a moment he thought he was from the World Heroes Association or a villain.

Half an hour later, Mineta is called to the principal's office. The class never sees or hears about Mineta ever again.

Their classmate's brother didn't leave there. He stayed, looking their class and quietly making comments about their matches. At a moment Midoriya and Bakugou are facing each other and he asks, "why is a bully in a hero school?"

All Might is astonished. He's a what? Someone voiced the same question. Then the older brother proceeded to name all the signals and hints he noticed.

When Bakugou tries to use his guantlet and doesn't stop, All Might interrupts the battle and enters himself to stop them.

One thing was letting the children face their rivals. It was good for them to prove them and themselves that they're on the same ground now. Other very different thing was putting a bully and his victim in a room and let them fight.

The class sees Bakugou and Midoriya leave with All Might, the brother— Cale Henituse, he presented himself— in charge of supervising them (a per Nedzu's request). They can't keep going with the matches now that they don't have a teacher there, so Cale decides to use the time to work in their strategy skills with a little game.

[aviawrites]

wait for me (sinners)

!s: smoke x female!oc

summary: Rue has worked for years to forget Elijah Moore and what he left her with before he ran to Chicago. But when she sees his ambitious twin in the square, all of their history comes rushing back. (3.1k)

a/n: it has been so long, but Sinners is truly a movie in its own category. i also need to preface that i am black for this story. anyway, as always, ur interaction is greatly appreciated, ily<3

warnings: swearing, n word use (by smoke and stack), mentions of child loss, abortion, sex, racism

in this story, our characters name is: Rue

Elijah Moore and I never had a complicated relationship. Hell, Smoke might even say we had none at all. But for years after he ravaged me in that car outside of the bar, I thought about him every night. We were together, I’d say — Boyfriend and girlfriend for as long as his grief consumed him. But the moment Annie found out, Smoke disappeared from my arms and was at her feet, begging for forgiveness. I don’t blame her, not in the slightest — I can only imagine that those were some of their darkest times.

Elias, on the other hand, him and I had a complicated relationship. When I found out that Smoke left a piece of himself in me, there was no way I could tell him, not after what he’d just been through. So I went to the closest thing to him, Stack. And although what we had is never to be considered romantic, there was something there — Familial, even. He knew it, Mary knew it, and for that very reason I was never allowed within an 100 foot radius of the twins until the day they left, not if I wanted to feel welcome.

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📍 Train Station || 12:00pm

The feelings from all those years ago bubble up inside me and form a twist in my gut when I see that all-too-recognizable burgundy top hat. My feet move before my mind can stop them, and in no time I’m approaching my old friend.

Stack flashes a gold toothed smile. “I’ll be damned.”

I return the nicety, pulling him in for a warm hug.

“Word spreads fast,” I nod. “Y’all still got the same appeal you had all them years ago.”

“You don’t have to tell me that, darling. I know it.” His cocky smile takes me back, the only thing differentiating him from his brother being his energy.

“Do I even want to know why you came back?”

“You heard it as good as I did." He gestures toward little Preacher Boy and the old man. “We’re opening a Juke Joint tonight, right there down at the old mill.”

“Y’all never could stay still. Chicago wasn’t change enough for you?”

He shrugs. “Figured we should deal with a devil we know. Besides, we miss the tricking.”

“Mmm,” I hum. “Well if Miss Pearline back there is singing, I might just pay this Joint a visit.”

Stack looks past me and at the polka dottted woman walking away from Preacher Boy. 

“Shit, if that’s what it takes for you to come, it’s done.”

Always so charming.

He ogles me, his eyes scanning up and down my exposed arms.

“What’s this?” Stack rubs his fingers over the dark ink lining my skin — Art ranging from numbers to symbols to simple symmetric images. 

“You know I’m an artist, boy.” I pull my arm back, scoffing. “Figured I’d get a few permanent ones to remember a few things.”

“And you talking about we couldn’t stay still. I’ll be visiting to get a look at those paintings of yours one of these days.” Stack’s grin begins to fade as he looks over my shoulder. 

Preacher Boy walks up and nears his cousin. “This white woman’s been staring at you—“

“Yea, I see her…”

He shoos Sammie away and tries to walk me off, but I’m already well aware of what shark is in the water — I can hear her heels clicking behind me.

“Now is this Smoke? Or is that Stack?”

I turn my head. “Hi, Mary.”

No response. Only a rough shoulder check as she stands in front of me and nears Stack.

He looks over her head and at me. “I’ll holler at you, Rue—“

Mary interrupts. “No, you’re not talking to fucking Rue right now. You’re talking to me.”

Stack huffs, looking back down at the woman dressed in pink. I give him a ‘have fun dealing with that’ look before turning and catching my train. 

Of all the women wrapped around the twins’ fingers, Mary has got to be the most spiteful of them all. For no good reason, though. Contrary to her belief, I never once slept with Stack, never even thought of it. But as far as she knows, I kissed him all the way to where the sun don’t shine, and then some.

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📍 Juke Joint || 10:00pm

This old mill has lit up under the construction of the twins. People hoot and holler as Pearline ignites the stage, turning into the musical beast I knew she would the minute she started singing. Having no dance partner, I simply clap along, moving my body to the beat alone. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the same damn burgundy hat that I saw only hours ago.

I can feel Annie’s eyes burning holes into my skull as I sit at the bar, Stack walking up to me.

“Now who the hell did y’all rob to afford this place? Ain’t this being sold from the Klan?” I shout across the bar, my voice being drowned out by Pearline’s Pale, Pale Moon.

Stack shakes his head. “Not Klan, just crackers. You know we got money, girl. Don’t do that.”

“Yea, well blood money don’t count. So how much you got now?”

He pulls his pockets inside out, amusing me.

I chuckle, placing my money on the bar. “Y’all have blackberry bourbon smash?”

“I don’t know if I can do that for you…” 

His fake frown quickly turns into a grin as he takes the money, relaying my order to Grace.

“Fancy motherfuckers,” I mumble.

“What was that?” Stack eggs me on.

My eyes scan the bar, but all I can focus on is that hateful scowl on Annie’s face.

“I said all these women hate me.” 

Stack scoffs. “Only those particular women.”

That’s more than enough for me I think.

He leans in, his lips grazing my ear.

“You know none of these girls got shit on you, Rue. They ain’t half as strong either.”

A small smile grows on my face, matching Stacks. He goes to hand me back my cash, but I slide it back to him.

“I don’t need it,” I front.

“Yea? Well me neither. So you gon’ fucking take it.”

I roll my eyes, pocketing the change and standing with my drink. I’ve barely made it away from the bar when cigarette smoke cascades from over my head. Instinctively looking up, I finally see him. 

Smoke stares down at me from the balcony with that hard expression he always wears. It’s so strange, seeing that rock solid glare. When we first met in a dingy bar on the side of a dirt Mississippi road, he hung his head low and seemed to always have glossy eyes. I didn’t believe him when he told me he was Smoke. When he fucked me that night, and many a nights after that, it was slowly — With passion, and often tears followed the act. But now his eyes are as dry as a dessert and they pierce a hole through mine. 

He takes another blow of his cigarette before turning his back to me, retreating into a room. I have no choice but to follow him, even if it’s just to get yelled at to go away as he did the last time we met. I take my time, downing my glass of bourbon as I walk up the stairs. I can’t pinpoint exactly why, but my heart thumps in my chest just before I open the door, all of the thoughts of what we could’ve had rushing back to my mind like they did eight years ago.

I enter the dimly lit room, closing the door behind me and leaning on it.

“Hi, Smoke,” I say lowly, unable to read his face.

“Why you here, Rue?” he grumbles, a roughness to his voice. “I’m already stressed the fuck out with this opening shit. Stack ain’t helping.”

“I don’t want no trouble. Just came for the music.”

“You being here is plenty trouble enough.” He scans my body the same as his brother, blowing his cigarette again. “You can’t find music no place else?”

“You want me to leave?” I ask honestly.

“Yea, I want you to leave. You think those women down there want you to leave too or are we acting stupid tonight?”

“They never even tried to like me, Smoke,” I sigh, my legs bringing me closer to him. I place my hand on his bicep, like I did all those years ago. “They got no idea what we had.”

He puts his hand on mine, pulling it off. “That was a moment of weakness, Rue. Whatever you think we had is gone now." 

I blink to avoid tears from forming. My first ever love, my first ever relationship being chalked up to a moment of weakness chips away at my heart. If it’s what he has to tell himself to dig out of the deep guilt he feels, so be it. But he won’t sit in front of me and act like what we had wasn’t real — Like it isn’t still there.

“So you're saying if the Juke was going good and Annie wasn't watching you like a hawk that you wouldn't entertain me? Wouldn’t consider us?"

Smoke shakes his head. “No, I really wouldn’t.” His brows furrow as he looks at me, seeming to remember a detail that he had previously forgotten. “And your cheating ass can take your business elsewhere.”

I can’t act surprised, not anymore. We allowed him to believe my infidelity as truth, Stack and I. Letting him think I went after his brother was easier than letting him know what Stack was really helping me do…At least it was in the moment. But as he stands in front of me now, I want nothing more than to ease his pain, calm his anger, and tell him the truth — Even if solely to stop him from loathing me so greatly.

“I didn’t cheat on you, Smoke.”

“Bullshit,” he stops me. 

“No, listen.” I step toward him. “I respected what you and Annie had, Smoke. I really did. And I understood that the loss of your baby caused you to make decisions that you might regret, even if that decision was being with me. So when you told me to leave you alone, I did. But I didn’t know if that still stood when I found out that we had a baby…”

The words feel odd coming out of my mouth. I tried so hard at the time to disconnect myself from it, calling the baby a thing inside my stomach rather than what it was: Mine and Smoke’s child.

His brows have smoothened out now and he’s actively listening, his eyes flashing from my face to my stomach and back to my face.

I continue. “I didn’t visit Stack all those nights to get at him. Smoke, I never wanted anybody but you. But God put it on my heart to give you and Annie peace, so we went at it alone. No one knew. He paid a few women to make the drink without telling them who it was for. It only took a few hours for the bleeding to start…”

My voice trails out. I’m unable to finish as flashbacks to that night replay in my head. My mama held me tighter that night than she ever had before…I hated Smoke that night more than I ever had before.

Tears line his eyes now.

He chokes on his words, his voice now much lower. “Don’t you lie to me, Rue…” 

“I wouldn’t lie, baby,” I assure him.

I hold my arm out for him, revealing the tiny footprint tattooed on my wrist, a small E underneath it. 

“We couldn’t be sure, but I had a feeling it was a boy. Ezra, I was thinking. Stack hated the name but…” I shrug. 

Smoke runs his thumb over the tattoo, holding my hand in his. He attempts to discreetly wipe his tears, but I see them all the same. Looking up at him, his face can only be compared to the face he made when we spoke about his late baby, which wasn’t often at all. A mix of anger, sorrow, and fear. 

Perhaps he’s considering what could have been, just like I used to — Just like I still do. I used to curse God for putting me in such a position. A second chance for Smoke to be a father, but at the worst of times. I’d have dreams of talking to a clone of myself, telling her that she owed it to Smoke to tell him about the baby. It’s only now that I really see the consequences of my decision.

Smoke looks at me, and then at the door. It’s as if a switch has flipped and he’s forced all of those emotions to turn into one…anger. He reaches for the door, but I lean against it.

“Smoke, it’s already done,” I tell him, holding my hand against his chest. “I just couldn’t take you hating me no more.”

“Move out the way, Rue,” he says, not hearing a word I say.

“I don’t want to cause a scene. Please.”

“You think I give a fuck about causing a scene? Move out of the fucking way.”

“Smoke, it hurts enough as it is—“

“You’ve got one more time, woman.”

“There’s nothing we can do now!”

He wraps a hand around my arm, yanking me just enough to pull me away from the door and swinging it open. I run out behind him, but he’s already looking down the overlook.

“STACK!” he shouts down, the name echoing through the building. 

Everybody looks up, including Mary and Annie. Stack stares up at us, blowing smoke through his nose, before turning back to the crowd. He tells them to resume, nudging Sammie to keep playing. After a moment of silence and a few stray whispers, the music begins again and Pearline starts her singing. Mary holds Stack close, asking him not to go — But as always, the twins do what they want when they want. As Stack rounds the corner, I retreat back into the room, unprepared for what reaction he might have.

He’s barely entered before Smoke pins him against the wall, his forearm over Stack’s chest.

“The fuck?”

“Is it true?” Smoke demands, maintaning his cig in his pinning hand.

I close the door, shouting over the music. “Smoke, stop!”

He ignores me, continuing to press his brother. “Un-uh, I asked you a question, nigga. Did you know she had my baby?”

Stack’s eyes shoot from Smoke to me. I can only nod, giving him permission to tell the full truth as I just did. Stack relaxes, putting his hands up.

“I only did it to protect you, mane.”

“The fuck does that mean?”

“You gon’ let me go so I can explain?” 

Smoke lingers before reluctantly letting his brother go with a shove. He puts a hand in his pocket, staring Stack down.

He gestures his cig at his brother. “Talk.” 

Stack smoothens his suit, lighting one of his own. “You know I don’t like that shit, Smoke—”

“Talk.”

He sighs, putting on a smile once more as he tries to explain calmly. 

“When y’all two broke shit off we didn't know we were even going to Chicago, Smoke. Shit, I still thought you and Annie were gonna get married and buy you a house. Rue said you told her to stay away to make that happen, so I helped her stay away. Now we both know she’d never forgive you if you had a baby with another woman.”

“But my baby is none of your fucking business.”

“I was trying to give you a life, nigga,” Stack urges. “Annie is where that life was at. Fuck I look like throwing Rue back at you when you didn’t want her?”

“My baby, Stack.”

Guilt boils inside of me. I never allowed myself to entertain the idea of keeping the baby. There was no way I’d bring him into this world without a father, and Smoke had Annie, so I thought I had no choice. But seeing him blink back his tears now makes me second guess every moment that the baby was inside of me.

Stack thinks carefully about his next words, his smile having faded as he sees how serious his brother is taking this.

“I’m sorry, man,” he shrugs, his tone softer now. “I did what I thought was safest for all y'all, you hear me?” 

Smoke is about to speak when a hard knock pounds the door. 

“Stack?” Mary’s familiar voice rings out from the other side.

“Now I gotta get back to the Joint.”

I hold my head low. “Bye, Stack.”

He heads toward the door, but not before turning to his brother one more time.

“We good?”

Smoke looks from me to Stack, giving him a small nod.

“Get out of here ‘fore I say no.”

Stack only smiles, swinging the door open. I stand beside him, greeting Mary.

“Oh my— Not this trifling bitch again, Stack.” She rolls her eyes.

“Come on. Lay off, Mary.”

“I think you owe her a goddamn apology,” Smoke intervenes, standing behind me.

I mumble, “it’s fine, Smoke.”

Mary scoffs. “For the fuck what?”

“For how you been treating her all these years.”

“How I’ve been treating her? You’re the one who fucked her for a month before running back to Annie.”

“You best watch your mouth, Mary.” He blows smoke toward her. “It’s not too late to pay one of them bitches downstairs to drag your ass out.”

“I’d like to see you try, Smoke—“

“Alright,” Stack interrupts. “Let’s go.” 

He pushes Mary away before closing the door behind him. I assume my previous position, leaning against the door — a much thicker tension in the air now.

“If you hate me even more after this, I understand.” I break the silence. “I don’t blame you. I just couldn’t let the truth belong to me and him alone anymore.”

Smoke stares at his feet, deep in thought. It’s become increasingly harder to tell what this man is thinking. He drops his cigarette, stepping on it.

“Now why would you do that on these new floors-“

His lips are on mine before I can finish, his hungry hands pulling up my dress. It’s automatic, the way my arm wraps around his neck, my hand nearing his crotch. He begins kissing down my neck, but I pull away. He stares at me, eyes wide.

“This isn’t a moment of weakness, is it?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “I don’t need a moment of weakness to do what I’m about to do to you.”

I smile, bringing his lips to mine once more. 

Annie will hate me if she finds out, she might hate Smoke even more. But like I told him before, she has no idea what we have. And if I want to fuck my sinner one last time in this Juke Joint, that’s exactly what I’ll do. 

[salemwasnteverhere]

How the Hashira men react to your neighbor asking you to be quiet

Characters: Tengen, Sanemi, Rengoku, Obanai, Gyomei, Giyuu,

Additional shit: Swearing, Sanemi fighting said neighbor, Rengoku being blunt, mentions of sex, ooc mot likely :p

Tengen

He couldn't care less

His whole thing is being flashy and loud so he wants you to be loud

Like it's not his fault that dick is magical

After he shoos your neighbor away he makes sure to be as loud as possible that night

He's pounding into your cunt and you swear your gonna break when he whispers "okay now scream exactly how big my dick is. Don't forget the tip color-"

He gets cut off by you hitting him with the pillow

Way to ruin the mood

But that doesn't stop him and instead he goes harder, making sure the bed creaks loud ASF for your neighbor

"Not my fault he doesn't know how to please a woman." Is his main reason for doing so

He really wants you to scream his name so it's imbedded in your neighbors head

"Morning N/N!" Him to your neighbor from the balcony while your trying to get out of bed and failing

"Actually die." Both you and your neighbor to Tengen

Sanemi

Cares alot

Why the fuck is that limp dick biscuit talking to you and him? Who does he think he is?

You were the one who broke the news to him thankfully cause if Sanemi was the one who opened the door then you'd have to see your husband through glass in a prison

Just kidding. The Slayer corp would get him out of trouble if he didn't do it himself.

Anyways

Sanemi made it his goal to piss your neighbor off as much as possible

Your under him, practically creaming on his cock, and he's slamming the wall yelling "This loud enough yet?! Huh!?"

Not kidding I can see him doing that

He quite literally had you against a window where your neighbors could see him destroying you just to make them mad or uncomfortable, hopefully both.

But then he'd get pissed someone else would see you all naked and fucked out so he settled for the wall next to the window

One day your neighbor, finally having enough, bangs on your door yelling and guess who opens it...Sanemi!!

Good Lord was he waiting for this

It took one punch and the guy was out

Kinda what happens when you put a normal dude against a guy who kills demons for a living

Rengoku

He's a good neutral between caring and not caring

Like he doesn't wanna make your neighbors mad but he also loves hearing your screams

So he tries to keep you quiet during sex but fails since he gets to into it to give a fuck

The next days his loud ass voice wakes you up

"IM SORRY FOR MAKING INCREDIBLE LOVE TO MY WIFE!" He's not being sarcastic thats his genuine apology

Your facepalming and you want to die when you see your neighbor and she can't look at you

"PERHAPS SHES MAD BECAUSE HER HUSBAND CANNOT PLEASE HER!" Rengoku says casually and you know she can hear you from outside in her garden

"Inside voices!" You place your hands over his mouth to try and shut him up.

It works for a bit before he's yelling again

You love your husband but holy shit you wish he would speak normally sometimes

He's actually quiet in bed though

So your the problem (real)

Obanai

I'm not an Obanai fan so forgive me for how bad his section will be

Obanai is a quiet mf, and you're not even that loud

It's your neighbor who was the problem

A little old man whose hearing aids apparently had the power of 67 suns

You and Obanai found this out when he was outside training and your neighbor came over

He was so sweet and polite and even chuckled at Obanai's redness

Obanai cared at first but got over it

You? You make sure to not make a PEEP in bed

Okay that pisses Obanai off but he understands your reasons

At least make a gasp or sum cause he's over here like "Wait does this feel good? Can she feel it? Did I forget where the clit is?"

Brother is STRESSING

Then you cum and he's like "ah"

Then he's like "Did you take it?"

You have to keep yourself from murdering him cause how tf would you fake squirting

Gyomei

Babe I'm not gonna lie, you're a screamer

Gyomei is built like a house and your telling me your just gonna whine and whimper?

NO

Your over here crying and screaming into his chest, neck, the pillow, anything.

And Gyomei loves it!

He can't see your reactions so hearing and feeling them let's him know he's doing good

Gyomei isn't loud but he's not quiet

He'll grunt and moan and praise you, but he's not gonna cry out.

Well he'll cry but you can never tell from what

When the pussy so good you start crying 😭🙏

When your neighbor politely asked you to be a tad bit quieter Gyomei actually laughed

Not in a 'nah we'll keep being loud' way but more of a 'sorry we'll be quiet' way. He also found it hilarious how you actually died of embarrassment.

Don't worry he thinks its endearing

Yet it was kinda hard for him since he enjoyed hearing you

But your touches and now quieter moans made that better

And then there's also you literally drawing blood from his back you were scratching so hard

Giyuu

Holy shit you have never seen him so embarrassed

Like you could shade match his Haori to him and get the exact same color

He was the one your neighbor told and he stopped working when 'loud' and 'moaning' left their lips

If a demon doesn't kill him then his own actions will

Giyuu isn't loud, and he loves that he can make you feel so good that your loud for him.

But he didn't want your neighbor back over at your house so he tried to keep you quiet

You were super confused when he held his hand over your mouth in bed and he just pointed to your neighbors house. Then you got it.

So you nod and try to keep quiet.

You know in school when the teacher tells you and a friend to shut up but they look at you funny and you break?

Yeah that was you

You were riding Giyuu one night and you were loud so he was like "holy shit I love you but please- I can't look our neighbor in the eyes anymore."

And you couldn't help but laugh

Like howling

You calmed down obviously but sex was very giggle filled after that

You've never seen Giyuu so panicked

But give him a week and he'll stop caring