#i get it to see outside again yaaaay

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Window installation coming soon ^^

[yourmomni]

Fix you 4

A/n: 🥰told ya I was gonna post today and I'm doing on time Yaaaay anyways 1 more part after this yall ready for the finale...I'm not ENJOY @loveyouselfalways I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing

The cold air blew your dress up a little as you quickly walked away from your company's building. Wh3n you saw niki raise his fist at the producer you knew it wasn't gonna end well and the last thing you wanted to do was be the reason the boys couldn't get another interview with a big brand such as Elle. The black zip up you throwed on when you walked out was not helping you keep the warmth I'm your body. You were shivering, cursing yourself for not changing before leaving.

" Go look that way, she shouldn't have gone far " you turned around and saw the boys rushing out of the building looking both ways trying to find their missing member. Which was you

You cursed under your breath quickly rushing into a crowd of people leaving the 7/11 that was near. You quickly weaved in between people rushing into the alley nearby. It reminded you of a show you watched where there was a serial killer on the lose and all the girls were killed in an alleyway just like this. It sent a shiver up your spine, maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

You turned around checking to see if you were being followed, letting out a quick huff of satisfaction when you saw no one.

" going somewhere." You screamed niki was standing there with his arms crossed. You turned around running the opposite direction but was stopped when he grabbed your wrist slamming your body into the brick wall that was beside you. One hand was on your waist while the other was still holding your wrist. His lips were inches away from touching yours.

"What are you doing?" You whispered too scared to talk out loud. He looked down at you . " Well if I have you like this you can't run from me."

You turned your head away from his

"Don't you think you are a little too close?" He smirked, " Why am I making you nervous?" He grabbed your chin so you were now facing him. He was leaning in closer as the reflective light off of the store across the street sign was bouncing off our faces." Why did you leave?" He asked I sucked my cheek while looking away from him. He rolled his eyes in annoyance. " Why are you being so selfish?" I whipped my head at him " Me selfish what…I'm literally the complete opposite of selfish." He scoffed " Oh really so hiding things from your members is such a team player thing." " I did it so you guys wouldn't worry about me."

" Well too freaking late for that y/n." I crossed my arms moving from in front of him but he pulled me back " No you don't get to run away this time, you don't get to keep running away from your problems and hope that it'll fix itself soon." The pain I heard in his voice made tears well up in my eyes.

" I know you think that you can do this by yourself. You think if you're telling us what's wrong it's going to be another burden on our shoulders." I was looking at my feet and niki grabbed my chin raising it up to face him he locked eyes with me " But We want to help,we want to carry that burden with you y/n. we're a team we cry together,we hurt together, and we fight together no one is ever alone." I Wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. " But do you see what they say about me? Do you see the names I'm called over and over again, it's like I can never be good enough. I'm sorry that I look like this and if I could change it in a day I would i would fix that problem" " But thier nothing to fix. Your perfect on the inside and outside." Nike frowned his eyes brows.

" No, I love you just the way you are, the boys love you just the way you are. The real ENGENES love you for who you are. I know you've seen the way some of them look at you, they admire you. They admire your bravery and how after all the hate you get you still stand up and perform for them they love you for you. I wouldn't change anything about you. But if you want to fix something I'll fix the way you see yourself ill fix you."

Niki started down at her admiring her features and everything that made her perfect. He was never able to get up close and analyze your face but now he's happy he finally got to see everything that made you perfect to him

He licked his bottom lip staring at mine intently. " Niki." I breathed out. He was leaning down closer and closer, the hand that was once on my wrist was now over my head as he leaned on it.

" You're so pretty you know that. " my eyes widened. " Niki stop joking around." He shook his head " I'm not, I would never joke about something like that." His lips ghosted over mine. " You're so beautiful y/n and one day you'll see that, you'll see how ignorant and dumb people can be. You'll see yourself the way I see you." A finger ghosted over your lips." And how do you see me niki." He smirked, crashing his lips onto yours, you moved in sync with him, you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer.

The butterflies that were in your stomach were now flapping around furiously trying to get out. After a while he pulled away trying to catch his breath. " I adore you " He breathed out. " And if anyone has something negative to say about you I will kill them." I giggled looking at him. He grinned happily

finally seeing you smile.

" Did we miss a chapter?" You and niki jumped, whipping your heads towards the edge of the alley where all the boys stood grinning. " Didn't you guys hate each other?" Sunghoon said with confusion all over his face. " I knew it." Jay smiled, holding his hand out to Heeseung who angrly placed a 10 dollar bill in his hand. I lifted the hood of my zip up over my head and covered my face with my hands.

" Can you guys please just leave or even better disappear and never come back." Niki gritted trying to push them away from the scene. " Fine we don't wanna see you and your girlfriend making out ànyways." He crossed his arms pouting " she's not my girlfriend she's my friend who I deeply care about." Sunoo chuckled, " yeah right." He was the first one to walk and the others followed him. Jake winked at niki making kissy faces.

" Well ... .now what." I asked niki shrugged " I don't know I never got this far in planning." I punched his shoulder " oh so you planned this." I motioned between us and he nodded, leaning his arms over my head again towering over me. " Yep, it's all in my book of mastery plans to make the world's most beautiful girl fall in love with herself just like I fell in love with her."

My eyes widened and so did his quickly moved away and stared at me in shock.

Did he just say Love

He laughed " I didn't mean love I meant…..adoration you know how much I adore you." Now he was nervous because no way in hell did he just tell the girl he was in love with since the trainee days.. that he was in love with her.

" Niki you-" He quickly cut her off. " Hey I think I hear Jake calling us. We should go let's go. I wouldn't want them to wait right." He ran around the corner and back to the building pumping into a couple of pedestrians quickly bowing and apologizing.

You smiled to yourself the boy you like finally admitted that he loved you, twice

And for the first time in months you finally felt like

You

[regallibellbright]

*Emerges after several hours of Rune Factoring*

So I ended up getting through Obsidian Mansion *checks calendar* TECHNICALLY on Spring 17, which is to say, I ended up in the Dolce fight* after like, in-game midnight, and finished after in-game 1 AM.

Volkanon was just finishing the bridge, but whatever, he’s superhuman and Venti asked on behalf of Frey. Whatever.

Venti’s probably got some magical sense of something or other when a Guardian’s freed, she probably knew during the fight. It was a slow Dolce fight for me and I got Boxed like four times. Standard emotional cutscene as Venti reveals she’s dying and Pico gradually comes to accept this (she has waited SUCH A LONG TIME to see Dolce again,) but Frey doesn’t.

Doug is waiting outside the castle at 1 AM in I think maybe a rainstorm, but… this is like my fourth playthrough, I know Doug’s deal, eavesdropping outside the DOORLESS MAIN ENTRANCE TO THE DRAGON GOD’S PALACE WHERE EVERYONE CAN HEAR is you know, standard spy stuff. It’s weird that Frey’s not asking questions, but then Dolce comes out and NANCY has been waiting around here at 1 AM in a rainstorm because it’s her and Jones’s turn to cheerily but forcibly adopt the newcomer.

And I mean in fairness, we are now on the fifth and sixth lovable newcomers to town in need of a place to stay and people to adopt them in less than three weeks. Plus it’s implied Doug arrived not TOO long before the game started, so like, probably in the year before Frey drops out of the sky? Tops? Possibly the month before?

Yeah Nancy and Jones were DEFINITELY waiting up all night once Frey went into the Mansion to call dibs before someone else could take this one in. And then they got a bonus ghost!

And then the next day everyone was torn between “oh no Lady Ventuswill collapsed” and “Yaaaay, the Wooly Festival’s tomorrow! ^_^” except Volkanon, who is focused ENTIRELY on the festival and only reacts to Venti’s collapse two days later. A+ butler, his dedication to the town is unparalleled.

*Look, I remember that the monsters aren’t actually the Guardians/it’s complicated but given this is only explicitly brought up in a single event at the end of Amber’s romance event line, not even before that point… I only remember Marionetta’s name because of the weird and deeply-inexplicable portrait in the mansion foyer. (Seriously what the FUCK is up with that except a Scare For The Sake Of Scares?) I only remember Ambrosia’s because of the similarity to Amber. Dylas’s monster is “Nightmare” to me and I know it’s inaccurate but I also don’t care. So: fights named for the Guardian directly!

[gerudospiriit]

[catch me liveblogging the final battle and shit under the cut tho aljdf]

[I wish I were livestreaming this fight rn but this is the best I got alsjkdfkjaf:

oh boo i have to fight dehydrated Gan--nevermind. how you doing, Gan? 😏 have a nice rest? you probably really should have rehydrated sooner to get used to having you know...a not corpse body by lets gooooooooooo.

plan of attack: wail on him and try to figure out his moveset. so far, it's kind of working 🤣

oh fuck he can do the witch time thing too fuck. but it's good you can dodge out of it.

it's really cool that he's a master of all three types of weapons like link. that's neat and terrifying.

you can't flip out of the flurry rush liek me that means im better than you lol

now it's demise's turn i see

now you brought in reinforcements. BUT MINE ARE BACK TOO ASSHOLE HAAAAAA

glad you're enjoying this as much as me man. this fight is pretty legit fun.

wow those were my pals how dare you. and don't taunt/beckon me like that unless you plan on a different kind of battle somewhere more comfortable ok

wow man was not just glooming my hearts but also stealing my hearts wow. that was pretty tough

oh is he gonna eat it. is this what got spoiled. oh shiiiit

gandragoooooonnn

oh is he just gonna look like calamity ganon ish? laaaame

oh i got eated. shit.

is zelda dragon gonna come save me?

ah nabs is hurting again good. great. her feels.

oh there we go. now we got dragon ganondorf

yeah theres zelda dragon gonna boop his nose. or catch me. preesh

imagine if they all just ate their stones. what a battle man

zelda. zelda plz. catch meeeeee. :'D in all seriousness tho this is a neato fight too like daaaaamn. jumping off dragons and shit? fuck yeh.

so does this mean zelda didn't lose herself? called that one. She's always special girl haha

okay but i really feel like ganondorf is just making the same mistake as jafar here, like esp in kingdom hearts since video game comparison. so far, this fight is so much easier, and part of that is because he can't really touch me.

skyward sword prepared me for these midair fights and sky diving.

oh that blood moon is a nice touch wow

where am i going? his head? jump straight in his mouth, got it. (jk i see the glowing weak point lmao)

rip ganondorf again

another head stab nice

catche meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. thnks

this is how you do a final battle fuck. botw was so lackluster in comparison. THIS is memorable holy shit

A NUKE???

is link gonna go the way of goku at the end of gt? fly away on zelda's back?

rauru???? wait my clothes? where tf

oh we returning zelda back? oh rauru and sonia? wow

idk im gonna miss dragon zelda man. but she's baaaack. i knew it would happen but yaaaay

ey links arm is normal. and aw that's sweet. rauru and sonia leave together

gotta catch zelda now oh shiiit

OMG THE REACH TO MIRROR THE BEGINNING I GOT CHILLS AAAAH

im glad you understand cuz i don't. so did rauru and sonia like...keep her from losing herself? the warm loving embrace thing? or was that just want brought her back. the three of them together? their love and all that?

aklsjdf athat was honestly so good. liek im so glad they did amillion times better with totk than botw. *chef's kiss* im still confused af on a lot of things and might makes some more comprehensive posts about shit later, but this was a solid game outside of causing confusion lore 😭😭

[kudosmyhero]

Daredevil (vol. 1) #112: Death of a Nation?

Read Date: May 31, 2023 Cover Date: August 1974 ● Writer: Steve Gerber ● Penciler: Gene Colan ● Inker: Frank Giacoia ● Colorist: Petra Goldberg ● Letterer: Annette Kawecki ● Editor: Roy Thomas ●

**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers

Reactions As I Read: ● I can’t wait until we get a decent protagonist again. I mean, Nekra and Mandrill aren't awful, but… I don't really feel any investment in them. okay, they are kind of awful. ● and even bring Karen back, because I do. not. care. about Candace Nelson ● comic books set me up for disappointment regarding the number of airships I thought I'd see in my lifetime

● so he didn't mean to kill Mandrill… but they rigged the airship to explode knowing there was a skeleton crew still onboard… argh ● ah, no body. which means Mandrill might return someday (boo) ● but we have a different return coming up next issue: The Gladiator! (yaaaay!) ● 👏👏

Synopsis: As Daredevil climbs up into the Black Spectre's blimp he watches in horror as it's minions succeed in knocking down the communications tower on the Empire State Building, sending it crashing to the ground. As he climbs up the rope ladder he is attacked by Nekra, however he manages to slip past her and get inside the blimp where he is immediately attacked by the Mandrill. However, Daredevil is ambushed by Nekra, who lands a knock-out blow that puts Daredevil under. Mandrill orders that Daredevil be tied up with Shanna the She-Devil and orders his minions to set a course for Washington D.C. As the blimp flies off, Foggy Nelson calls the authorities for help, however the military, Avengers and Fantastic Four are pressed down due to the fact that the Mandrill has stated that he has planted an a-bomb under Manhattan and will detonate it if anyone acts against him and nobody wants to call his bluff.

As the blimp nears the Washington capital, Mandrill leaves Shanna and Daredevil under the super-vision of the Black Widow. Lowering a giant effigy of himself on the White House lawn, Mandrill and his minions easily take it over and with the threat of the a-bomb under New York, the Mandrill is offered no resistance as he enters the White House and goes to sit in the Oval Office.

While back in the blimp, Daredevil manages to snap Black Widow out of the Mandrill's control by having her remember the old woman that they rescued from being mugged during Christmas Eve. The powerful memory snaps her out of Mandrill's trance and she frees Daredevil and Shanna. They rig the blimp to explode and then go down to the White House to put and end to the Mandrill's mad scheme.

As Black Widow and Shanna battle Nekra, Daredevil fights Mandrill alone, their fight taking them to the roof of the White House. There, the blimp finally explodes sending Mandrill into an attacking frenzy and Daredevil is forced to send Mandrill falling off the roof headfirst to his seeming death. Unable to look, Daredevil checks to see the women to see that they have both defeated Nekra, who was distracted by the explosion long enough for them to defeat her. When they go outside to check on the Mandrill's body, they find that it is missing, leaving Daredevil to wonder when the Mandrill will threaten mankind again.

(https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Daredevil_Vol_1_112)

Fan Art: Daredevil by omertunc

Accompanying Podcast: ● Josh and Jamie Do Daredevil - episode 18

[paleparearchive]

Such Happiness, Just Too Big…

Van Gogh's Birthday gacha 4★ story (3/3) ( 1 - 2 - 3 )

Location: kitchen (morning) ; garden (morning) | Characters: Van Gogh, Courbet, Giotto, Watteau, El Greco

Watteau: Yaaaay! Van Gogh! Happy birthday! Congraaaats!

Van Gogh: Woaaah!? Thanks…!

Watteau: We all worked hard to make the food and the cake, y’know. Eat as much as ya like, make as much noise as ya want, and have a great time!

Van Gogh: Yeah! I’ve been smelling really good for a while now. Thanks to you, I'm starving!

El Greco: Van Gogh, I'll give you this.

Van Gogh: ? Some kind of strange shape... A stone statue? Is that right?

El Greco: This is a statue of a guardian deity that was handed down in my hometown. I could not bring it with me from my hometown… But I gave Michelangelo a picture of the guardian deity and had him carve it. It's much better made than the one back home. I'm sure it will protect you from all kinds of things.

Van Gogh: I’m so happy, thank you so much! I'll take good care of it and put it on display.

El Greco: The offer for it is a cup of water in the morning and evening, once a month in the sun, and a leaf of a tree at each change of season.

Van Gogh: Okay. I think I'm going to forget it, so I'll ask you again when the time comes.

Giotto: More importantly, Michelangelo’s in his room again? Maybe he's embarrassed.

Van Gogh: Thanks to you as well, Giotto-san!

Giotto: No problem. It's nice to celebrate a birthday, ain’t it?

My gift is a lil’ big. I'll have it delivered directly to your room later.

Van Gogh: Okay! But what exactly could be such a big gift…?

Giotto: I wonder, what could it be? That's something you'll have to wait and see.

Van Gogh: What could it be? I'm so tempted to see it right now!

Watteau: Heyyyy, let’s all make a toaaast!~

Van Gogh: Ah, yes!

—

Van Gogh: Phew, I'm so full after eating so much... The cake and the food were all delicious. I wish times like this could last forever. Then I–

Courbet: Van Gogh, can I have a minute?

Van Gogh: ? Yeah…?

—

Van Gogh: What’s wrong? We even went outside…

Courbet: No, I saw you looking gloomy earlier, so I wondered what was wrong.

Van Gogh: Ah… Uhm… Really? It was the same as usual, wasn’t it?

Courbet: I've been thinking for a while now that sometimes you try to cover yourself up like that. In times of pain and suffering... It would be nice if you could show more to others how you feel.

Van Gogh: Hahaha… It's a little strange to hear you say that, Courbet.

Courbet: … Ever since I came to the Palette Museum, I've started to reveal more about myself, though.

Van Gogh: … I see.

Courbet: I know everyone has something to hold on to, and I hope someday you will too.

… Why am I saying this, do I sound like a preacher? It's your birthday, after all.

Van Gogh: No. Well, for you to say that... I'm glad of it. Because I think you’re right.

… You know, I'm a little scared. I’m having fun, I’m happy, I shine bright every day…

–But one day this might be lost suddenly. I woke up in that cold hospital room, all alone, and everyone else was nowhere to be found…

… What would I do if that happened? The greater the happiness, the more anxious I get.

Courbet: … That's an unrealistic, stupid concern.

Van Gogh: … You think so?

Courbet: Yeah, I do, from the bottom of my heart. Even if it's just a dream now, as long as you keep painting, you'll meet me. It's the same with everyone else. They all live and die by the paintings. So what are you worried about?

Van Gogh: … Hahaha! Yeah, you’re right! As long as I’m painting, I’ll be fine no matter what!

Thanks, Courbet. I feel a little better now. … I'm sure I won't hurt myself anymore.

Courbet: … Let's just have some of this for now. Hubert baked this cupcake.

Van Gogh: Wow, thanks! Was this there earlier?

Courbet: He said he had to bake a new batch because you kept eating the sweets one after another.

Van Gogh: H-Hahaha… Because they were delicious. And they were filled with everyone's feelings!

Van Gogh: Let’s eat it together, Courbet! Bon appetiiiit!

Courbet: Hey, your bite is too big. We'll need to have another new one baked.

Van Gogh: Because it's really delicious…! Even though I was so full, I feel like I could eat as much as I want!

Courbet: Just keep it in moderation. Otherwise, it's going to be tough after this.

Van Gogh: After this? Is there anything going on?

Courbet: You're going to paint again, aren't you? To preserve the memories of the fun you had today.

Van Gogh: …! Yeah! Let’s paint together, Courbet! I’ll invite Gauguin too… I promise!

Courbet: Alright.

[bilbao-song]

hello again! secret rocker santa here - the weekend totally got away from me. i hope yours was good! i don't have a ton of holiday or end of the year activities planned but i am excited to go get the christmas tree particularly bc my cat loves it and thinks it's a little forest sanctuary just for her and that makes me so so happy! i don't have a ton of decorations but i have some from when i was a baby that my mom saved for me and stuff like that, so it's kind of nice. and i love my stocking - it was made by a friend of my great grandmother for my very first christmas. what about you? any exciting activities in the next few weeks?

i love how bands and artists can just feel so much a part of the fabric of you and your life like the way you describe ELO and jeff! from your tumblr i can also see you like elton john and marc bolan among others. what other bands or musicians are you listening to a lot? do you listen to any music outside of the classic rock genre (i don't even know what counts as supposedly classic rock anymore so take this to mean however you cut off classic rock i guess???)

hope you have a great week!!!

yaaaay hi :-) ooooh do you get a real tree every year? in my family we've only ever had fake ones (but it's okay bc we always do more than one!! this year we have four) (also pleeeeeaaaase tell me more about ur cat <3 i hope she enjoys her tree)

i don't really have any particular plans at the moment!! i'm supposed to go to some kind of fancy holiday dinner thing this weekend so i'm looking forward to that, but otherwise nothing in particular?? i will probably make christmas cookies this week though lmao

umm! well yes elton john and marc bolan are definitely some favorites of mine :-) beyond that i also like the bee gees, the beatles, cat stevens, donovan, todd rundgren, jim croce, simon and garfunkel........there are lots more tbh but those are the ones that come to mind first!! i feel like there's not a ton of variety represented there haha but i do like almost anything :')

i mostly listen to classic rock/classic rock-adjacent things tbh. i'm definitely open to newer music but there's not really much that ranks among my favorites so far, really. there are some individual songs i like/enjoy hearing when i'm out in public lmao but not really any artists i'm particularly into. what about you??

[handelplayssims]

Another day and Supriya is the first one up. Only two hours before work and school and this one, everyone has to go in. ...she also got the fitness one from just simply stretching while energized and I don’t really like deciding that a Sim should be super into something when it’s as simple as a stretch but she is active so it is sort of her thing anyway. Also incidentally, that sentence took so long to write that I didn’t actually get to say if Supriya should work from home or not. Thankfully I believe that defaults to going in for work. Anyway just having everyone vaguely do whatvever while managing Curtis needs before he also goes into work. And now we have a fully away household yaaaay!

Ooooo. Haven’t seen this one. But then again, haven’t played with this job a lot. Hmm, sketchy testimony huh? Let’s go easy shall we?

Hehehe. Success! Anyway Pierce came back from school utterly mortified and Evie stressed so that’s lovely. Time to at least set Evie to her favorite pets. Which she did and hmm. Now what else to do? What do kids do when stressed? We got shout forbidden words or throw a tantrum. Ehhhh perhaps a little bit of yelling. Perhaps playing with toys will help and playing with emotions. Curtis is also back from work and- love getting the fear of a dead-end job just as you get a job promotion. Though to be fair, he does have a low fun need. The only person in a good mood in this household is Supriya, all energized and ready to go. Oooh, but having said that, Evie immedately cheered up upon seeing her step-dad. Ah, it’s the clingy trait working for her.

Ah, and Evie giving a heartfelt compliment about how good it is that he’s such a good step-dad immedately perked Curtis up. -claps hands together- They will now become besties. Oooh, I just checked the parenting for anything good and you can encourage giving compliments. Nice. And I got them up to friends at the very least. So that works!

Curtis’s next whim is to chat with a non-household sim. Which hey, we got someone right at our doorfront. Makes things convenient and nice, because I don’t think he’s got enough energy in the tank for a full go-outside bit. Daniel is a vegetarian history major at Britechester. Good to know! Evie cut in on their conversation to be asked to put to bed by Curtis. Which awww. By the by, Curtis does have the adoring sentiment with Evie now. Again, very cute. Annnd Lazerwolf wants to go for a job after I got Supriya and Blue back from one. But ack, it’s time for sleeps! In the morning Lazerwolf. In the morning.

Neighborhood Watch!

Nothing of note has happened recently. Check back tomorrow.

...let’s make this an extra-long one, shall we? It’ll be our final turn with this household! Evie’s up first and heh, she wants to be better friends with Curtis. Sweet whim but he’s asleep. She says, just as he wakes up. Well, I can at least set him to make breakfast for everyone. I even have time to set the table so everyone will sit nice and comfy aroun-

...of course. Anyway hour until work and school and- oh Curtis takes different hours now. I suppose he would wouldn’t he! Well then he could join Supriya in her regular university visits to a law class that’ll go quickly!

RIGHT. I still have yet to plan a wedding! But here’s the problem, we only have one more day with this household. Welp. That’ll be a plan for next time. Perhaps. Ohp, and Lazerwolf still wants that walk. Go for a jog with Supriya, then we’ll head off to Uni. ...Curtis’s other whim is to volunteer. I would want to do that with Evie but he goes to work as soon as she comes back from school. ALAS. Now is the only time to do it.

Oh and just got a notification that All Haunts Day is tomorrow. My spooky holiday will be our last day with this household! Now we head off to Britechester for work and more! First the automatically fulfilling uni class, -grumble grumble- Then, we study! First to make up for said class and then to research legal issues for the second thing for work. I’m going to do the latter at the local library instead of at the university though. Just because I feel like doing that! And then we do that. Had a casual chat with some students nearby, both programming majors but in different universities. I’d suggested they date. It didn’t go over well. Alas.

Supriya goes home for supper and gets a tense moodlet from being around Pierce? I suppose it has something to do with perhaps being invisible while off at work but eh. Evie just wants to get confident from her earlier gained charisma skill. ...I’m going to leave her to just do things freely because I want to see if she’ll ask Supriya for advice at this point. Supriya, meanwhile, wants to share ideas and talk to Brant Hecking. Well, that’s an easy invite over to the home...despite the fact that I could go out and talk and befriend their pet dog but we’ve spent enough time with Supriya alone.

Oooh, I have a thought in my head upon seeing this. And it’s basically that Curtis is Self-Absorbed yeah? Why wouldn’t he cater an event himself, yeah?

...yeah if the goal was being a celebrity chef, I would have stuck him in that career.

Amusingly, he’s more sad about being fired than he is about gaining fame! Probably a result of my Meaningful Stories mod, that ups the ante on emotions and makes stronger moodlets much more harder to ignore. I would get the potion to solve it but he literally does not have the aspiration points available for it. Alas!

...and I know I should go for the career and skills gain but I really want to try for the socialization one first for celebrity lifestyle. Gah, play it safe. Go for the skills and career based one. -immedately takes notes at all the Charisma-based careers- Hmm. We have so many normal ones like being a business man with a business suit. We also have straight up fanciful fame based ones like being an Actor or an Athlete. We could have a Secret Agent sty- hmm. Good people don’t work in the shadows for the state. Could also stick him in Retail or Babysitting as an inbetween. Double back to the Business career and well, good people don’t become CEOs. I don’t feel inclined to put him in the Politician career since that was literally my track for Bella and Geoffrey...but I could start him in business and has he gets higher up the chain, gets feels more out of place with it’s competetive nature and bounce over to being a politician. Yeah! That feels like an arc!

Anyway Supriya still hadn’t talked to someone about brilliant ideas and Pierce was up at the computer. And so she went over to a moody teen, who was wanting to get his needs fullfilled after the end of a long week of work and school and no time for himself. And ask him to do his homework, with her assistance. Which she managed to do at least. (And me realizing Pierce didn’t have a homework book somehow) And with that homework, they managed to become good friends again. Yaaay. And now, with Pierce in the red of sleepiness, he finally went to bed. While Supriya just cleared out the litterbox first before heading to bed herself.

Neighborhood Watch!

Branden Barrow in the Barrow household has died. Branden let it go and froze solid.

Emmanuel Rios in the Rios household is now a Freelance Fashion Photographer in the Freelance Fashion Photographer career.

Ooooh, nice pick uni-boy!

Greg Thorpe in the Thorpe household has died. Greg was so angry he burst into flames and died.

Ohhhhh! I know that name! RIP RIP RIP!

Last day! And it’s a holiday! Neither of the adults are particularly excited for this holiday but Pierce and Evie absolutely are. Sounds about right!

Anyway since Pierce actually has the décor based want, I did go the extra mile to get the front yard a little bit more spooky. No big inflatable ghosties or skellies. Yet. Anyway, now we have the all important question for Pierce. Vampires? Ghosts? Or werewolves? I think with his neat sensibilities, he’d go more for the refinement and decorum of the vampires. And hey, we do know of one or two vamps!

Anyway, Curtis is sad from being fired and Evie is back to being terrified. -grumbles grumpily- Curtis’s whim is to gain handiness so I’m focusing on that and Evie will focus on the dogs. As her usual source of comfort. Anyway, needs management happens between the whole household, getting food and such. And afternoon rolls around. Time to put on some costumes! If there isn’t one I like within the premade ones for the holiday, I’ll put one on to fulfill the holiday tradition and then make a custom one within the party outfits. Most of the family worked well the offered Star Wars and space themed ones. But Evie...eh.

Wasn’t really feeling this one but ehhhhh. WAIT A MOMENT!

Here we go! Werewolf Evie! I’m a genius!

Oh hey, our werdio vampire friend is here! Let’s chat and invite her in and we shall get the Spooky Tradition out of the way for at least the adults. I have plans for the kids.

Aye! Evie managed to clear off Curtis’s sad mood! Nicely done kid! And now’s a bit of socializing for the family before my plan begins. Oh and I should stick Curtis in the Business career while I’m at it.

You look away for two moments and son and mother are at it again. Damn it. I wanted things to be better now but alas! Anyway Curtis’s next whim is to actually get married to Supriya. Sadly, we are out of time because I want these two to have a proper ceremony and stuff.

Oh and normally you have to deal with trick-or-treaters yourself when they knock on your door but if you set up this specific candy bowl outside, they’ll take it from there.

Oh what would Supriya say to that? Also, how does getting a ninja outfit raise empathy? -shrugs- A or C strike me as the most practical responses for this silly question. Anyway, it’s 6PM! It’s time for me to enact my plan. My plan of going to the teen hangout park! Mostly for one reason. Later in the evening when you have Spooky Spirit tradition on, ghosts and vampires will spawn around the lot. And maybe werewolves. I doubt it as it was made post-Seasons and I don’t know if they backfill those events but not likely! For awhile, Evie played around and poked at a teen but when curfew called at before 9, she headed home. Not Pierce! He’s out to find more vampires/ghosts/werewolves! Will we be successful? I dunno but we’ll find out!

Oh there’s one! I know Sophie is one! Buuuuut it seems Pierce is super distracted by chatting about how excited he is about All Spooks Day to Olivia Kim-Lewis. Anyway, we at least made friends with Olivia so let’s head back to the park to see if we can spy any spooky things. And if not, there’s at least Harrison, his vampire friend! ...and then they autonomously kissed so uhhh, welp. I was going to take a picture but I accidentally pressed the speed up button.

And so we return home. I was going to have Supriya punish Pierce with a grounding but alas, the time to punish ended as soon as I attempted to do it. That was a very long session, as most of my family-with-kids visits tend to do. Next time we’re visiting the...wait first!

Neighborhood Watch!

Nothing has happened recently. Check back tomorrow.

Well dang. Anyway, the next household we’ll visit will be the Zest household once more. Oooh fun.

[monstermaster13]

Corey and Oats VS The Martians.

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Sometimes what starts out as ordinary days turn out to be grand adventures and sometimes even the strangest things can happen, one afternoon in their home in Nile Road the duo were watching movies when they heard a strange humming sound, they decided to head outside to investigate it and what they saw was a floating spaceship which landed outside.

“Look Oatsie, there’s a spaceship outside.”

“Yeah, let’s take a look.”

The duo hurried over to where the spaceship landed and out of the spaceship emerged the Martians from Mars Attacks, lead by Corey covid’s creepy cousin Omi. ‘Well well well if it isn’t Corey.’ ‘Omi, what are you doing here?’ ‘Starting an invasion, what does it look like?’ ‘Don’t even think about it.’ Corey quipped.

Oats galloped around as he fought several martian invaders as he called upon Mel, Mel used some magic to fight off the aliens but one of the aliens zapped her and turned her into Mr Swackhammer from Space Jam. ‘Oh that’s just great, i’m the one character that shouldn’t be used as a transformation hyperfixation, you know there are actual Looney Tunes characters to turn into, why pick the guy that was just actually created for one movie and never appears again?’

“There Mel, it’s alright.”

“Yes, yes it certainly is.”

Luckily she returned to normal before being zapped again and turning into Stella the martian-woman….’Now this is more like it. I didn’t like that Swackhammer transformation to be honest, ick…total nightmare if you ask me, I mean I can get the Monstars but their boss? No thank you, not even Danny Devito’s voice saved it for me.’

Mel could never understand why Swackhammer was used as a subject in transformation pieces in general regarding Space Jam especially not when the actual Looney Tunes were options, other than the character being voiced by Danny Devito and being monster-like, she didn’t see the appeal in it, hence why she didn’t want to be him. She was glad to ‘Stella’ and liked the look very much.

Corey jumped in the way of another blast and found himself stretching and turning black as he turned into Marvin the Martian which he liked, he liked being Marvin. He zapped some of the martians and Corey played some bad karaoke songs to them which made the martians explode.

“We did it, yaaaay.”

“Now to face cousin Omi.”

The covid microbe faced his evil cousin in a battle on the front porch, using chairs and other things as weapons and Corey used some magic to send her flying, Omi cackled wickedly as she lunged onto him and attempted to jam her spikes into him, but he fought back and shot a spike into her which caused her to burst open before reforming.

“Alright alright, you win.”

“Yaaaaay. Now, do you promise to be good, Omi?”

‘Yes, I promise.’ Omi hugged her cousin and the two snuggled and played together, and after a hug the two of them walked back into the house.

Corey and Omi bonded together and hugged each-other, they had made up and were now on good terms. That afternoon they had some yummy treats and played together, he introduced her to all the other microbes and they had a fun time.

A couple of hours later they had dinner and after dinner they relaxed, exploring their home and learning new things, when it was time for them to go to bed they put their night-clothes on and they all snuggled up and had nice dreams.

But our adventure hasn’t ended yet, there are more ones coming up including a brand new special.

[attzi-gearburst]

Facing Nightmares

Word Count: 2500 Summary: Iranji has a normal day at work when he helps explode Caer Darrow. And after posting this, I'll be ready to do a timeskip post, yaaaay!

Iranji trudged through the door of the inn, grimacing in a way that he knew wasn’t going to put anyone at ease. He was as gloomy as the weather outside. But he was sore from carrying bombs and fighting, and he was dirty, and he was well aware that he wasn’t going to get to soak like he wanted to so badly. He should have gone back to Dalaran, or to his ship, but the woman he’d taken under his wing was here, and he knew she’d be worried. Not for any altruistic reasons. He wasn’t that vain. He’d told her before he left that he’d paid for their room and board for the week, just in case something went wrong. Considering what she’d already been through, he didn’t want to risk leaving her stranded. But work had called, and so he had answered.

At least Port and Starboard were alright, he decided as he scaled the steps. They were going to be sleeping outside again, but he knew they’d find a place to take a bath before returning to creep at the room’s window. 

He wanted nothing more than to take a bath, to the point that he was heavily considering going and finding a stream. He was covered with a fine film of dust that was itching at his scalp and nostrils, as well as some of his own blood, though the wounds beneath it had already healed over. Hovering outside the door for a moment, he wondered if his entrance was going to cause too much stress. For a few breaths, he stood awkwardly in the hall, then finally brought his hand up to the door and knocked.

“Who is it?” came a soft, familiar voice. “Just me,” he managed. “Good to come in?”

“Of course.” There was a rustling sound, and then a few seconds later the door opened and Tabitha looked up at him. “...Oh Light, are you okay?" Her big eyes were wide, and that constant furrow at her brow deepened the second she started looking him over.

Iranji closed his eyes heavily for a moment, trying not to think about knifing her puppet, about the motion in her stomach that had briefly writhed and gone still. He had been told that this enemy they were facing went for the weaknesses, and for a moment he was overwhelmed by how glad he was that he was thus far an unknown. Except for, apparently… this.

He thumbed at a tusk and then stepped into their room, well aware that he smelled like a tomb. “Yeah. Just work. You eat?”

She nodded a little sheepishly. “The innkeeper is mad at me.”

“Still hungry?” She nodded again, this time with a smile. No shame at all. It made him chuckle. “Can get us both something.” He started to turn right back out the door.

Her hand reached out and caught his bicep. “Let me do it. You relax in the bath tonight.”

He looked down at her hand, and then at her. Some part of his mind that remembered the way she’d come at him with a knife must have shown on his face, because she pulled it away uncertainly, leaving a handprint in the dust on his arm. 

"Fine with me taking up the room for a bit?" He forced himself to make eye contact with her. The other Tabitha’s eyes hadn’t been right.

"Yes," she said. “Do you mind what I grab you?”

Iranji shook his head and stepped for his bed, where he started removing his armor. First, the cloak. Then, the pauldron. “Nah. Not picky.”

He was unbuckling his chestipice when he realized she hadn’t replied. He set the armor aside and turned just enough to see her standing and staring at his back. As soon as he saw her, she jolted. “Sorry! Sorry. I’ll be downstairs.”

He stifled a smirk as she fled the room, then finished getting out of his armor, adding to the pile beside his bed. All of it was going to need scrubbed. But first, the most important thing: himself.

The pipes were loud when he turned the water on, and it didn’t get quite as hot as he’d like, but at the end of the day a bath was a bath and water was water. He dunked his head down, kicking his knees up to do it, and made sure that all the surface dust and grime was washed away. Then he drained the tub, wiped it out as usual, and then sat on the edge while it refilled with a much more sensible temperature of water.

This time, when he climbed back in, he just let his limbs get heavy. He sank in up to his neck, kicking his legs over the end of the tub again, and closed his eyes with a little groan.

Part of him had been worried that she wouldn’t be okay. He wasn’t particularly happy with that, but at least it had been easy to get back and verify that she was still right where he’d left her. 

…Unless she’d been replaced while he was out.

Iranji grimaced at the thought and then snorted. The last thing she needed was him traumatizing her more out of paranoia. He–

The door to the room opened, and Tabitha shuffled in, holding two plates and a bottle. She looked his way and then immediately averted her eyes. “I’m so sorry, Iranji, but someone downstairs is eating fish and the smell is–” she swallowed hard and shook her head. “And it’s raining.”

He turned his head to the window, and saw that it was. “No worries,” he said, making to rise.

“Stay in the bath. I’ll eat on the bed with my back to you.” She stepped to set his plate on his bed, but before turning for hers she walked for the tub, holding out the bottle and making very determined eye contact. “Cold beer. My husband liked a beer and a bath after a long day of work.”

He took it from her with a nod. “Thanks.” When he had a sip, she smiled, and then seemed to remember herself, because she turned her back and practically scampered over to her bed. He rolled the bottle in his hand, eyeing the dark glass, and then looked over at her again.

“Looked that bad when I came in?”

Tabitha didn’t answer right away, because she was busily eating. “You looked drained. You still do. I know I’d be drinking if I could right now.”

Iranji tipped his head back and downed half of the bottle. His usual response of “seen weirder at work” was completely inappropriate here, considering what she’d been through in Hearthglen. He didn't want to minimize her pain. He let his arm hang over the side of the tub, bottle in hand, and turned his head to stare at her back.

“Usually after jobs, habit is bath, drinks, and heavy sleep.” He left out what he often got up to in between the drinks and heavy sleep. “So thanks.”

There was a pause. Then, in an entirely different tone, she asked, “Are my nightmares keeping you up?”

“It’s fine,” he replied, and then finished off the rest of the bottle, leaning a bit to set it on the floor.

“Which is a yes. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Used to have nightmares, bad ones. Slept in a room with my whole crew. Kept them all up off and on for years. Just my turn now.” He blinked, realizing just how much he’d said, and then dunked his head under the water again so his hair would be freshly wet for shampooing.

“May I ask what they were about?” She asked when he resurfaced. Her voice sounded uncertain.

“Was on a ship that got hit during the Cataclysm. It went down.” I went down with it, he didn’t add. Went down and came back up different. “Lots of wood snapping, dark, cold water. Screaming."

And then there were the nights that his wife and girls were also there, but just out of reach. He’d struggled to get to them as their faces sank below the water countless times.

“I’m sorry, Iranji. I wish our minds would let us rest when we need it. I don’t think I need to tell you what my nightmares are about.”

“Nah,” he agreed, and then began lathering up his hands to wash his hair. “Anything like mine tho, will get used to it. They’ll fade.”

“I hope so,” she admitted. She nearly turned on the bed, but caught herself. “Am I keeping you from home with all this?”

Yes. “Cap’n knows where I am and why,” he replied, before dunking his head and letting the shampoo rinse out. 

“You’re a sailor, then? I suppose that explains why you speak Common.”

He started scrubbing at his shoulders with a soapy washcloth, then his face, then his neck. “Yeah. Always work neutral crews. Money spends the same either side.” 

This time she did turn around, setting her cleaned plate aside. Iranji didn't say anything when she made eye contact. “Goblins and trolls were never common in Hearthglen. You might be the third troll I’ve ever had a real conversation with.”

“Lucky you,” he said, voice dry. He knew just how good he was at conversation. Case in point: instead of explaining about the diverse makeup of his crew and just how long he'd been on the water as reasons for him being able to speak her language, he focused on washing his chest and back.

Eventually, Tabitha spoke again. “Why are you helping us? I’m not worried that… I mean I trust you. But…”

Iranji looked back over at her and rolled a shoulder. “Right thing to do.” Her expression suggested this was a subpar answer, so he tried again: “Had a family.  Would have wanted someone to do this for them." 

"...Oh." Her face and voice turned sad, and Iranji tried not to bristle as he prepared for the inevitable pity. But, something far worse came clear on her face instead: understanding.

He didn't want her to feel like they had something in common. He didn't want to feel like they did, either, and her mention of her husband in the past tense had come dangerously close to making that happen. 

The room went quiet, the only sounds of water and cloth on skin as Iranji finished cleaning his legs and lay back with a sigh. The water was getting cold, but in the moment it felt far safer to be in the bath than out in the room. 

"Do you want your plate?"

He jolted. Something about eating in the bath was repulsive. "Nah," he said, and then popped the drain with his foot, rising out of the water and reaching for a towel. In the edge of his vision, he could see her quickly turn away again. He kept his back to her out of politeness as he dried, then tucked the towel around his waist and ambled to get clean pants out of his pack. He should have done that first, he realized, before running the bath. As he was stepping into his pants, she spoke up from behind him again. “You had a nightmare last night, I think.” 

“Really?” he grunted and buttoned his fly, then moved for the bed to collect dinner. “All clear,” he added. Tabitha turned back around, moving to the closer side of her bed to speak to him as he ate. “You were talking, but I didn’t understand the language.”

“Good,” he said, completely without malice, before digging into his plate. He ate quickly but neatly, an old habit from having to sometimes steal time for meals on the Prize. His companion linked her fingers together and rested them in her lap, in front of her belly. The silence was awkward, because she clearly wanted to say something else, but he had never been good with small talk. So, the room was silent until he finished his food and rose to collect his towel again. His hair needed another round of drying.

“Are you going to put it up again?”

“In the morning,” he said, voice muffled from the towel over his face. Mohawks didn’t play nicely with pillows. 

Fuck. Thinking about pillows made him yawn broadly. He looked back to Tabitha and found her braiding her hair the way she tended to do before bed.

He really wished he didn’t know that about her. He collected his plate, and hers, setting them by the door for tomorrow, and then glanced to the room’s window. It was still pouring rain, but he saw both Port and Starboard, clinging to the ledge, fast asleep.

It was about that time. He went to sit on the edge of the bed, and was in the process of swinging his legs up when Tabitha broke the silence again.

“Iranji?”

“Yeah.” He looked up, eyeing her curiously.

“Can I sleep with you? Beside, beside you, I mean,” she added hurriedly, cheeks and neck flushing.

“...Bed’s too small.”

Tabitha’s voice was small, too, but firm when she replied, “I thought maybe if we just pushed them together. Then we’d still have our own covers.”

He rolled a shoulder and studied her for what was probably an uncomfortable length of time, then shook his head again. “Bad idea.” If he let himself take advantage of her in her position, he’d hate himself. (Her position, and her condition.)

“Please,” she said, voice even smaller. “I just want to be near someone who hasn’t tried to kill me recently.”

It felt like being physically punched in the gut, hearing that. Again, he thought of sending his rigging knife into her back, watching her drop in front of him just hours ago. She had been off, but recognizable. Without a word he rose, and began to drag her bed adjacent to his. She got out of the way for him, and he heard her sigh of relief as she shifted past.

“Thank you,” she said as he began to settle in to his side of the bed. 

He nodded, then rolled to face the window, putting his back to her and closing his eyes. He could hear the rustling of blankets, and registered when she put out the light. He focused on the sound of the rain at the window and roof, and willed himself to relax.

Iranji had just gotten his back to untense when he heard her shift, and then felt her drape an arm over his waist. He went as rigid as if he’d been struck by lightning, but then her voice came again, quiet and sleepy: “I’m not trying anything. I just don’t want to go back home in my sleep tonight.”

He exhaled deeply. “...Alright.”

Her forehead pressed into his back, against his shoulderblades, but the covers still mostly separated them both. The only thing they couldn’t save him from was a faint thwack against his back, from where her belly was touching him.

Instinctively, he smiled. He'd always loved feeling babies kick. As soon as he noticed that he was smiling, however, all tiredness left him, and he lay on his side for a long time, eyes locked on the window. Based on Tabitha’s breathing, she was out in minutes, but her arm held him away from sleep for a long time despite the best efforts of the rain.

[midnightsunnyday]

When With His Father, Diavolo Is A Lot More Stern, The Demon King, On The Other Hand...Part Seven (Final)

A/N: it’s the final conclusion for this series! Thank you all for sticking through it. This has been a fun headcanon to write. I wanted to write the Demon King in my own way, yet would love to see him one day in canon. Either way, I hope you enjoyed this series. Until the next one, stay safe everyone!

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Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six

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8:10 PM

Diavolo: before we leave, I suppose we should check up on the...oh.

*Mammon, head occupying the inside of a wall*

*Satan, buried under a bookshelf*

*Belphegor, sprawled out near a broken window*

*Solomon and Asmodeus, outside the window, knocked out and covered in glass*

*Leviathan, tangled on the chandelier*

*Beelzebub, torso jammed between a wooden chair*

Barbatos: Young Master, there you are.

Diavolo: let me guess, father threw yet another one of his tantrums after losing to Lucifer?

Barbatos: indeed.

Diavolo, looking around: though if anything, I'd say this party was an absolute success. This isn't half as bad as the damage he did last time.

Barbatos: Young Master, it is my deepest regret for not tending to you sooner. You were in pain, and I completely disregarded it for my majesty's sake. Had I only been more proactive, I could have prevented such a disaster. I am not worthy of being your butler. I will resign immediately.

Diavolo: well, I wouldn't say I was in pain, yet still, absolutely not! I will not allow you to resign!

Barbatos: but--

Diavolo: --you're my family, Barbatos. I couldn't possibly imagine you leaving my side, not now or ever. Without you I'm not sure what I'd do. So please, don't ever speak those words again.

Barbatos, blushing: Young Master I...thank you.

MC: aww.

Diavolo: now then, what to do about all this?

Barbatos: should we tend to everyone?

Diavolo: well, that depends. Father, are you still cognizant?

The Demon King, slumped over the couch: the fuck is a cognizant?

Diavolo: good. What say you, Lucifer?

Lucifer, flat on his back: where’s my MC? MC. MCCCCCC.

MC, sighing: what?

Lucifer: guess what IIIIII won?

MC: ....Me?

Lucifer, stretching out his arms: yaaaay. Now come...come give me a hug.

MC: no.

Lucifer, pouting: but I want one.

Diavolo: and what about the rest of you? Still holding on?

Everyone: *groans in pain*

Diavolo: well, I believe that settles it. Everyone's fine.

Leviathan: heeeelp.

Diavolo: just fine.

Barbatos: but Young Master--

Diavolo: --Barb, please. The last thing I need after an extensive therapeutic session is to be burdened with unneeded physical and emotional stress.

Barbatos: I beg your pardon?

MC: *clears throat* hi there, "certified" demonic counselor speaking. For the past 72 hours, Lord Diavolo has suffered through extensive psychological stress. Therefore, it is of my "professional opinion" that he, as we humans tend to say, "Fuck it."

Barbatos: I see. Though I am not certain of your qualifications, I do agree that the Young Master has been under a great deal more stress than usual. Though I must admit, this behavior is completely unlike him. Should I be concerned?

Diavolo: of course not. However, I've done nothing but run myself ragged trying to chase after my father. I think being a bit selfish for once won't harm anything. Besides, I'm sure they'll live, considering they're immortal, after all.

Barbatos: if that is what you wish, then I will oblige.

Diavolo: besides, I could really use something to eat.

MC: we still have some food in the kitchen, though it needs to be cooked.

Barbatos: then I will start immediately.

Diavolo: Barbatos, you truly are one of a kind.

Barbatos: and truly, I am humbled by your words.

MC, smiling: good grief.

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*a few days later*

Barbatos: and?

The Demon King: and that such actions are unbecoming of a king and…oh, come now, do I really need to say all this?

Barbatos: I believe you should, yes.

The Demon King: *rolls eyes* and that it is within my birthright to not only set the standard of what is expected of royalty but maintain it at all times. So in other words…sorry.

Barbatos: very good, Your Majesty.

MC: it’s cool. Also, I don’t mind visiting you at the castle. Just don’t put me in a collar, please.

The Demon King, blushing: very well, little human. I’ll try to compose myself from now on. The same goes for you, sorcerer. I hope the gifts my son provided you are to your liking.

Solomon: very much so, Your Highness. Pegasus blood is especially rare to come by and will do absolute wonders for my spell casting.

Diavolo: let's just hope we haven't sealed our fates with such a gift.

Solomon: rest assured you have nothing to worry about *whispers to MC* when my empire is built, you shall be the first spared.

MC: I call dibs on evil ruler.

Solomon: oh MC, that's the only fun kind of ruler there is.

Diavolo: I heard that.

Barbatos: is there anything you would like to add, Lucifer?

Lucifer, folding his arms: not in the slightest.

MC: please?

Lucifer: …I’m sorry for beating Your Highness at a drinking contest.

MC: and?

Lucifer: and for teasing Di—Diavolo…even if it was hilarious.

MC: that’s as good as it’s gonna get, huh?

Lucifer: I’m the Avatar of Pride. Not the Avatar of Apologizing.

Diavolo, sighing: good enough.

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*at the House of Lamentation*

Mammon: never again. Not for a million Grimm.

Leviathan: oh, so now you finally have standards.

Satan: crushed under the written word. An ironic fate indeed.

Belphegor: you doing alright there, Beel?

Beelzebub: so many splinters *shivers* I…don’t wanna talk about it.

Asmodeus: I can't believe I was knocked out a window. Thank goodness my perfect skin wasn't scratched or scarred. Poor Solomon, though. A fall like that would've broken every bone in his body...and it did! Good thing he knows magic.

Belphegor: though, isn’t this all technically MC’s fault?

Leviathan: hey, yeah! I can’t believe they just went off with Lord Diavolo and Barbatos and left us like that!

Mammon: I say we torture em’!

Asmodeus: ooh, how about we tie them up in pretty pink ribbons!

Mammon: and make em’ wear a cute, frilly outfit.

Asmodeus: with a tail!

Mammon: and those fluffy cat ears!

Satan: go on.

Belphegor: wait, what do any of those things have to do with torture?

Asmodeus and Mammon: torture what now?

Beelzebub, shaking his head: can we please just get some food and never speak of this moment ever again?

Mammon: and may we also never, ever, ever attend or throw another party for the Demon King.

Belphegor: agreed.

*text notification goes off*

Asmodeus: oh, Lucifer sent a message to the chat. It says, "All of you please make your way towards the castle. The king would like to...throw us an apology party."

Everyone: *groans*

Mammon: welp, spoke too soon. Yet think about it this way, at least we're immortal, right?

Leviathan: Mammon, shut up.

[milkytheholy1]

An ordinary life: Part 7

A/N: Okay so some of us aren't that excited about Ralph in Wandavision, so I, amongst others, will be fixing that with fanfiction; yaaaay. So here is the next part of An ordinary life, I kind of struggled with this one I'm not going to lie, but I hope you all like it. There will most likely be one more part to this story, but don't worry I will absolutely be writing more Peter Maximoff in the future. Anyway, enjoy!

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Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6 . Finale

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You had to find him, you were determined that you were going to get back to Westview and he would be sat there at home waiting for you. You'd walk in and he'd be laying across the couch with a controller in one hand and a beer can in the other, with this dumb smile across his face that you loved so much. He'd say "What took you so long, where ya been?" and you'd smile at him, perching next to him on that very couch and smile that very smile back at him, "You wouldn't believe me even if I told you."

But that's not what happened when you came back to Westview. The bright colourful swirls of the portal danced and spiralled across the grass, your feet landing delicately on the front lawn of the Maximoff residents. Nothing had changed from your previous spout with Wanda, the sky was still blue, the air was still fresh. Stepping further out of the portal, you surveyed the area, everything was quiet and still. The portal closed behind you, the glow from your hands dissipating and returning to their regular colour.

Where is he? you thought, eyes squinting as you ran to the Maximoff house in front of you. The door was wide open, never a good sign, pushing it further with the tap of your hand you poked your head into the spacious living room. Nothing. You quickly walked into the kitchen, then the bathroom and then the bedrooms upstairs; this wasn't good at all. Emerging back outside into the light, you heard rather than saw the commotion coming from Agnes' home.

You'd never liked Agnes, she was always too 'in-your-face' and looming to enjoy; always giving off some weird vibes whenever you were near her. There were times when you wondered what was in that house of hers, maybe an abundance of cats or filled to the brim with plants. However, you were not expecting some creepy underground lair illuminated by purple vines. Your boots clacked against the stone slabs, hands trailing along the walls that chipped under your touch. What was this place? Where are Wanda and the boys? Who is Agnes really? But more importantly, where was Peter?

A rattling sound caught your ears, jumping in panic, you turned to the sound but saw nothing. Breathing deeply, you tried to focus "Calm down (Y/N), it's just a creepy basement in the middle of a suburban town; nothing scary about that." you joked. Another loud clang shook your bones, spinning to see the small tin roll along the floor, you released a breath "It's okay, was just a can." Walking over to the item, you picked it up and examined the scuffed up paint job.

"Salem Tuna: So good they had a trial for it! What is this crap?" on the side you noted a cartoon tuna fish wearing a witch hat, a small laugh slipped past your lips. But the violent slam of the basement doors stole the laughter from you, dropping the can you raised your fists ready to fight your way out. A gust of wind surrounded you, goosebumps rising all over your skin, the candles that illuminated the lair were gone; your form submerged in total darkness. You could hear footsteps, they echoed around the space with precision, they were slow and calculated.

Hovering your palm in front of your face, the yellow glow gave you enough light to see a few meters in front of you. It all happened so fast though, one minute you're standing with a slight tremor in your spine the next you're face down on the floor in the darkness again. Swinging your head up, palm out like a torch, you scanned the surrounds as well as you could for the enemy. There it was again, a swift punch in the back and a kick to the leg, you stumbled forward; anger growing inside of you.

"I won't be made a fool of," you growled, you heard the darkness snicker at you. Waiting patiently like Logan had taught you, you find yourself able to catch this guy's quick steps. Feeling them close to you, a portal spawned beneath you immediately throwing them off guard, appearing beside them you sent them a swift kick to the gut in retaliation. The fleshbag beneath you had disappeared again, no doubt coming back to land another punch. You made a quick duck to the left, soon feeling the breeze of their fist glide past your cheekbone, swinging your elbow back you could feel the impact of their jaw.

Dropping to the ground, you swung your leg around tripping them over; they laned with a pained grunt. Creating a portal large enough to give life to the room, you stared at your assailant, a small gasp leaving your lips; "Peter." you whispered. He looked up at you confused, his eyes clouded over with anger, launching himself at you in defence. You both dived through the portal, the environment going past in a flash. The landing knocked you unconscious, the rough terrain of the concrete being the bed you landed on.

Waking up with a throbbing headache, something you hoped wouldn't happen again since breaking away from Wanda's control, you slowly blinked your eyes open. The room was dark, it's only light coming from the closed window, you could feel the plush material under your fingertips; bouncy and soft. Junk littered the floor and countertops, DVDs and game cases amongst the trash, "What the hell?" you groaned, moving to stand up. The pain in your head continued to race back and forth, your legs wobbling as they became jelly and victim to your headache, you collapsed back onto the couch wincing in pain.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," came his voice, it echoed through the room. You looked up, the natural sunlight half casting across his face as he emerged from the shadows; it looked like something from one of Pete's movies. "Ya hit ya head pretty hard back there," he noted, his fist lightly tapping the side of his head, "Peter? What are you doing? Where are we?" you questioned, this was still your Peter, right?

"This is my man-cave. A place to chillax, you know, when the missus is stirring up trouble." he mused, walking across the room to a blender. He started pouring in random ingredients, licking his finger when a drop of cream smeared across the rim of the jug. You continued to watch him, he seemed perfectly normal, well as normal as Peter could be. He sounded the same, looked the same, definitely loved the same, so why did he feel so different? You knew Peter was never a goody-two-shoes but he'd never join the dark side, so to say. Something was off.

"How long have you been trapped here?" you asked, slowly rising from your slouched position, head still banging like an all-night party. Peter looked at you with a smirk, head shaking as he turned back and started the blender. Same eyes, same smile, different hairstyle though; but you liked it enough. The room when quiet, the only sound was Peter messing with the jug in his hand as he trudged back over to the t.v "Pfffft, trapped? I ain't trapped babe, you are." he laughed.

You took cautious steps towards him, watching as he fiddled with the stack of DVDs, "Is it Agnes? Is she doing this to you?" He ignored you, choosing to peruse the stack of plastic and film than talk to his partner in crime, you called his name again "She's a handful, okay? Sure as hell keeping your friends busy."

"They're not my friends," you admitted, wishing to rip that blue beanie off of his head and curl your finger through the blonde locks of his hair; okay, fine! You liked his new hairstyle, but you'd be caught dead before you told him that. He turned to you with an eyebrow raised, "Oh? So who are your friends then?"

"You." you whispered, lashes flickering as he looked you over. You could see the bob of his adam's apple, the sweat starting to form along his forehead, "I'm not your friend, I don't even know you." You frowned, hearing him say that did something to your heart, but your brain knew that it wasn't the real Peter talking to you. You just knew it. "You a fan of Seagal?" he asked, his back turned to you. You stood there in silence, thinking over your plan, how do you get back the real Peter? Your Peter.

"You're right," you laughed, making the move to step closer to him, ultimately silencing any quips he had. You tugged the collar of his hoodie, fingers curling around the fabric as you brought him closer and closer to you. His body became rigid as he fought against you, but even he knew he couldn't hold his own against you. "You're not my friend, you're my boyfriend, you're my partner in crime, you're a member of the X-men, you're Eric's son, you're Scott's sworn enemy," you smiled, nose rubbing against his.

"You're Peter Maximoff." you placed a light kiss on his lips, smiling like the devil when you felt him embrace the action. You pulled back, quietly chuckling to yourself when you saw the dopey smile on his face, cheeks dusted pink with embarrassment. He stepped away from you with a cough, his hands fidgeting in his pockets "Hey, don't try that again or I might have to do something mean." he teased.

"Sure you will, speedy." he flicked his head up to you at the mention of the nickname. Your smile stilled, the room's atmosphere returning to the feeling of dreed "Peter, please tell me what happened? Who's doing this to you?" He looked back down to the crappy carpet, his footprints imprinted into the plush material. "I-I-"

The door to Peter's man-cave burst open, a girl with glowing purple eyes staring at you both in shock, "Whoa," you murmured in awe. Peter shook his head focusing on the intruder, sprinting over to her, Peter went in for a punch. The women blocked his attack with ease, delivering him a brief kick to the stomach, you watched as your mind-fucked boyfriend went flying across the room. The women glared at you, the purple in her eyes flaring, you threw your hands up "I'm not apart of this, he trapped me in here!" you surrendered.

The woman's eyes seemed to dim down, going back to their regular colour. She held out a hand to you, unaware that you had even sat down you accepted, "You alright?" she asked. You nodded your head vigorously, hands wandering over her form "What about you? Are YOU okay? You just broke through a door with glowing eyes!" She let out a small laugh, "I'm fine, don't worry about it."

"Well, I'm (Y/N), nice to meet you..."

"Monica," she answered, shaking your hand. Groaning spilt you both apart, sharing a glance at your boyfriend laying on the couch, "What do we do about him?" Monica asked, prematurely cracking her knuckles, you outstretched your arm in front of her, "I'm not sure, all I do know is that he isn't acting like his regular self." The man-cave door slammed shut, making you both jump, turning around you saw Peter leaning against the now locked door.

"Sorry, but can't have you guys ruining everything." he shrugged, you and Monica shared a look with each other, a mischievous glint sparkling in your eyes. Rubbing your palms together you looked forward to the beat-down, revenge for all the times he trounced you in training back at the mansion. Motioning for Peter to come nearer with a flick of your fingers, you beamed "Come and get it, Pete."

With enough said, Peter dashed towards you both. You easily threw a portal in front of you, his body disappeared for a brief moment then quickly reappeared behind Monica. Using just some of her strength she was able to flip Peter over her body and sent him to the floor with a powerful slam and a muffled groan. Placing her knee against his neck, her eyes raked his body "How is she controlling you?" she asked more to herself than anyone else. You coughed next to her, growing slightly uncomfortable with some random women sat on top of your boyfriend; although Peter didn't exactly help with those feelings.

"Meow, she's feisty." you groaned at him, yep your Peter was definitely still in there. Ignoring his flirting attempts, Monica's eyes began to glow again. Deep purples with bright sparks of yellow and gold encircled her irises, her concentration solely focused on the surfer-esque beads around his neck. You could see the fear in Peter's face as her hand neared his neck, your fingers twisting with nerves, if she was going to try something you were instantly ready.

"Oh!" Peter yelped, the beaded necklace laying limply in Monica's clenched fist. His breathing became sporadic, panting harshly "Oh God!" he heaved out, his chest-beating up and down rapidly "Please, spare my life!"

"Peter?" you whispered, rushing to his side you motioned Monica off of him. His gaze was set on Monica, fear shaking him to his very bones "Peter, look at me." you commanded, but your tone was light. His head slowly turned to you, his eyes became wide as he studied your face "(Y-Y/N)?" he stuttered out. You delicately placed both hands on each cheek, cushioning his face between your soft skin, a tear had slipped past your eye; crawling down the peachfuzz of your skin. "Uh-huh, it's me, Pete."

He didn't reply with words, instead he pulled you into a bone-crushing hug. His hand gripped to your waist in a claw-like grip, his face buried into your neck as salty tears dribbled down his cheeks "Oh God, I missed you so much." You hugged him back just as tightly, your hand flinging off his beanie and combing your fingers through his hair "I missed you too, Speedy." Peter pulled away first, his thumb wiping away the newer tears on your checks. His gaze travelled down to your lips, flicking between the (E/C) of your eyes and the red of lips. He gently brushed his own against yours, it was strange to see him so cautious about a kiss, you calmed his nerves by greatly responding. Your fingers tugged on his blonde locks, teeth nibbling his bottom lip, Peter released a small groan his hands gliding down to grip your waist again and pull you flush against him.

This was your Peter, you finally had gotten him back. He was safe and in your arms, his favourite place if he was being honest. Now all that was left to do was fight some evil witch and save a town and then find a way back to your reality, nothing two X-men, two Avengers, one sword agent and two kids couldn't handle, right?

[elysianslove]

YAAAAY I LOVE THE EVENTS

can I request 2:07am with tsukki on a honeymoon

Like he finds reader awake staring at the moon and he puts a song and is like “let’s get you tired” and slow dancing AHHHH

Tsukki brainrot tyvm :)

- 🍣

finally writing this for you bunny <3 i hope you like it!! 

5k Follower’s Event! — tsukishima kei on a honeymoon 

[2:07 am] 

through the large, glass windows, the moon gazes down at you, solemn yet awfully kind. it hangs bright among the few clouds that dance around it, drawing you in, catching your breath. you’ve always loved the moon, what it symbolizes, its beauty, its significance to you and your lover, the inevitable serenity that comes with it. tonight is the same as always, except it’s different. it’s the same in the look in your eyes, fascinated and in love, except this time there’s a ring on your finger, glimmering brightly as the light from outside reflects off of it. 

a sigh escapes your lips, but it’s nothing short of satisfied. the blanket draped along your back slips slightly as you shift, lifting yourself up to rest your chin in your hands instead of on your forearms. the air around you is cool, slipping through the small crack in the window, not cold enough to make you shiver but not close enough to hot to leave you frustrated. it’s a nice in between state. 

the rustle of bedsheets from behind you have you twisting your head back, your eyes meeting your lover’s sleepy ones. he squints at you, either accusingly or because he genuinely can’t see. you honestly can never tell with him, not even with how long you’ve been together. 

“why are you awake?” 

you hum in acknowledgment, leaning your cheek against your shoulder as you shrug. “not sleepy, i guess,” you simply respond, gaze turning back to the moon. “i’m restless, but— in a good way.”

it’s quiet for a few moments, only the sound of more rustling and the small creak of glasses unfolding, before you feel him inch closer towards you, till his arms are caging you in from above, his cheek resting against your shoulder blade. “did i not tire you out enough?” he retorts. his voice is deep and a little scratchy, the way it always is when he first wakes up, and it hits you once more that you’ll always have the luxury of being the first to hear him, every morning, for the rest of your lives. 

you laugh at his words, lightly chuckling. “you tired me out plenty,” you humor him. “but, i don’t know. i’m still processing everything.”

he hums. “i’m still processing that i’m stuck with you forever,” he tiredly comments. 

in response, you bump up your shoulder, his cheek tilting. he groans in annoyance, and in victory, you laugh again. “you chose to,” you carefully remind him. “you chose me.” 

the moon swims past a cloud, hiding behind a particularly grey one, as if politely granting you privacy. in the far depths of your mind, you blow a kiss at it in gratitude. kei falls quiet again, the rise and fall of his chest steady against your back, his arms comfortably and safely relaxed by your sides, and for a moment you think he’s fallen asleep like this, until he speaks up, his voice low, barely audible, like you’re the only one he’d want for to hear. 

not even the moon. 

“i’ll always choose you,” he says, and it’s a promise. 

a soft smile graces your lips, and as gently as you can, you twist around, falling onto your back, the blanket twisting with you at your waist and legs. kei stops himself from falling, hands gripping the mattress, hovering above you, while your hands reach up to cup his cheeks, reaching up to brush at his messy curls. 

“do you wanna dance?” 

surprisingly, it’s him that asks the question, looking down at you curiously. his eyes are gentle as they scan over your face, as if— as if he can’t get enough. somehow, you get the feeling that he’s been having trouble processing all the events of yesterday too. 

before you can answer, he pushes himself up, taking you with him with a tug at your hand. pulling you out of bed, he grabs his phone, resting at the bedside table, quickly typing one handed, before putting it back down. 

“oh, we’re really dancing?” you ask, letting him pull you close, one of his hands in yours, the other gripping your waist as a somewhat familiar tune spills from his phone, serene and calming.

he huffs. “well personally, i’d love to get some rest,” he vaguely says, slowly rocking you from side to side. 

grinning up at him, you press on. “what’s the big deal then?” you wonder. “you just wanted to dance with me, obviously.” 

“yeah, because i didn’t have enough of that at the wedding,” he retorts with a roll of his eyes, and you laugh with him, your heart somersaulting at the small tug of his lips. it’s always been the littlest of things with him, isn’t it? “can’t sleep without you,” he admits, quickly adding, “you’ve wired me like that, by now. i’ve been brainwashed.” 

you laugh. “it’s a good thing you married me, then.” 

leaning down, he rests his head against yours, his hand trailing to your lower back instead of your waist. “get sleepy or i’m pulling out the divorce papers right now,” he half-heartedly threatens, and you gasp, dramatically. 

“already?” you sigh. “thought you’d last at least a week.” 

“you think too highly of me,” he snorts. “but i— i’m planning on lasting forever with you.” 

your head falls onto his chest, and you breathe in the scent of him, eyes fluttering close. “yeah,” you agree. “forever.” 

sleep comes easy after that, the easiest it has ever. 

[dudeandduchess]

Yakuza!Kyōjurō x F!S/O: Sugar and Spice (Mafia!AU, Modern AU, NSFW Series)[Chapter 4]

Summary: Kyōjurō and (Y/n) meet at a party, only to find out that their lives would change forever— since they had been arranged to be married.

Note: Since it’s my birthday today, here’s a little something for y’all. Yaaaay! I was supposed to do a double update, but I got busy. But I hope y’all like like as much as I loved writing it. Can anyone guess where Kyō and (Y/n) are going though???

Warnings: Mild Smut, Teasing, Making Out, Dysfunctional Family Relationships

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 5

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Breakfast was a silent affair in the (L/n) household; as usual. Even more so when it was just (Y/n) and her mother— Akari— sitting stiffly at the dining table and picking at their meals.

(Y/n)’s back was ramrod straight, even if she was feeling all of the tension pooling at the base of her spine. She knew that she had to keep her posture as impeccable as ever, ‘as is fit for a Prime Minister’s daughter’; like her mother always said.

She couldn’t even take a bite of her food, in her apprehension of earning her mother’s attention. So, she pushed it around her plate at best.

However, her efforts were still all for naught, since Akari spoke up. “What are the things on your agenda today?”

And from the corner of (Y/n)’s eye, she saw Rin straighten up— ready to prattle off the same list that she’d gone through earlier— when she answered for the woman. “I have charity events all day. Why?”

“Just asking, since you have to maximize your appearances for the family while you can.” Akari finished her sentence with a quick look up at her daughter, before turning back to her food and taking another bite of her salmon.

Another reason why (Y/n) couldn’t eat her food: she was sick of having the same thing whenever she ate with her mother. Poached salmon with a poached egg right on top, green beans amandine on the side, with a spot of jasmine tea to wash it all down.

For the past fifteen years that she and her family had been in residence at the Prime Minister’s mansion, her mother had always picked out everything for her whenever she could— from the way that she used to dress, down to the things that she ate. And whenever she tried to protest, she was always branded as too ‘rebellious’ and ‘ungrateful’; so she’d learned to just stay quiet— if only to avoid conflict.

It was a godsend that her father had finally let her move out when she started university; on the condition that she would always spend her breaks with the family.

“Yes, okaa-sama,” (Y/n) muttered under her breath, not in the mood to even talk to her mother. She just wanted breakfast to be done with already, so she could get as far away from the house as possible.

Fortunately, her mother’s secretary announced that she was already running behind for a meeting— so without even a single glance at her, Akari walked right out of the dining room; causing (Y/n) to finally let go of the breath that she’d been holding since she had sat down at the table.

“Do you have some candy, Rin?” The young woman asked softly, wanting to wash out the taste of the jasmine tea that she’d taken a sip of earlier. And when the other woman handed her a piece of cherry-flavored candy, she wasted no time in popping it into her mouth. “Thank you. So, what’s the first thing on my agenda again?”

However, for the second time that day, Rin was cut off before she could even answer; that time, with a loud series of honks from the outside.

“(Y/n)-sama,” One of the housekeepers hastened into the room; a little flushed and breathless from having exerted that much energy, before continuing, “You have a guest.”

“Who?”

“Your fiancé, ma’am.”

She couldn’t help but close her eyes and pinch the bridge of her nose, because that was just what she needed after dealing with her mother: another difficult person to handle.

Still, she found herself feeling a little better— and a little flushed from remembering what he had done to her just the day before— since he was a good distraction. Not to mention, total eye candy. And with a little sigh, she began her walk to the front door.

When she got there though, it was to see Kyōjurō pinching one of the fresh calla lilies between his fingers; only to jump when he heard her words clear as day.

“Those are real.”

The blond grinned at that— bypassing the center table that had the vase of flowers that he’d been admiring— as he closed the distance between him and (Y/n); boldly wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her flush against his chest. “Really? Not as real as this kiss, though.”

With those words hanging in the air, Kyōjurō then leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss; smiling into it when he felt her respond for a brief second, before pulling back a little. He wasn’t having that, however, so he chased after her lips while his free hand cupped the back of her head.

He could hear a few housekeepers gasping in surprise a few ways away, but he couldn’t care less about any of them. Not when he could taste the candy that (Y/n) had in her mouth. So, even more boldly than before, he snaked his tongue between her lips, and slowly coaxed the piece of candy right into his own mouth.

A little breathless from his antics, he finally broke away from (Y/n)— but not before pressing one last gentle kiss against her lips. “Didn’t know that you liked cherry, baby.”

“Shut up,” The young woman whispered, chest heaving and cheeks aflame with a blush. But she made no move to push herself away from Kyōjurō; not because she wanted to stay there forever, but to save face— since she could feel the beginnings of an erection pressed up against her. “What are you doing here?”

“You tell me to shut up, and then you ask me a question. You’re so confusing, sweetheart,” Kyōjurō teased, but still supplied her with a decent answer. “I’m here to take you out for breakfast.”

“I already had breakfast.”

“Then a second breakfast.”

“I have a charity even to go to later,” (Y/n) protested.

But Kyōjurō wasn’t having any of it. “I’ll take you after breakfast. So go and get everything you need, baby.”

***

“Wait, wait!” (Y/n) almost screeched, as she sat down on the buttery leather seat of Kyōjurō’s flashy, red Audi R8. “What about security? I was supposed to have-”

Before she could say anything more, the blond leaned down and pressed his lips against hers— effectively shutting her up— before jerking a thumb at the car behind his own. “You think I would bring you anywhere without thinking of your safety? Over there are two of my most trusted men: Shinazugawa and Tomioka. They don’t necessarily get along, but they get things done…”

And to add to that, Kyōjurō continued, “Besides, you have me to protect you, baby.”

With that, he stole another kiss from (Y/n), before grinning down at her and getting her settled in her seat. He didn’t know why, but taking care of her like that sent his heart fluttering wildly in his chest; maybe it was the novelty of actually doing it for a woman, or maybe it was all because it was her, and the fact that they were going to get married, but he loved every minute of it.

It wasn’t even that he wasn’t a gentleman to his past lovers— he was— but he didn’t really care for them at all. They were good for one thing, and he only kept them around for that, since he was busy with running his family’s business.

But with (Y/n)… he couldn’t even explain it. She was special.

Trying to suppress a smile, he walked around the car to get to his side, before buckling himself in and turning the engine on. However, when the radio turned on, it was still connected to Kyōjurō’s phone— and it had (Y/n) wide-eyed for a second, before she burst out into a fit of giggles.

“I wouldn’t have thought that you were the type to listen to Arashi,” The young woman teased, her giggles getting even louder when Kyōjurō decided to be silly and dance and sing along to the chorus of ‘Turning Up’.

When (Y/n)’s giggles calmed down into a smile, however, the thought that maybe— just maybe— spending time with him wasn’t that bad crossed her mind; and it had her silently agreeing. Especially when she looked back up at Kyōjurō and saw him grinning as he pulled out of the driveway.

When he wasn’t being a teasing horndog, he was okay; at least to (Y/n).

“What time do you need to be at your charity event?” The question had her jumping in surprise, but she quickly composed herself and rifled through all of the mental notes that she had made before leaving the house.

“Ten. And then I have another one at three.”

“Do you like doing these things?” It was such an offhanded question, not meant to be prying at all, but (Y/n) felt it hit much closer to home than her fiancé had intended. Still, she wasn’t mad at him for it; in fact, she felt… relieved, and happy.

Because, for the first time ever, someone had finally asked her what she thought. It was something small and insignificant, but to her that meant a lot— and it had her warming up to him just a little bit more.

“Well… to be honest, no. I don’t like it.”

Kyōjurō was just about to ask why she still did it if she didn’t like it, but the brief glance he cast at her— making him catch a glimpse of the melancholy look in her eyes— had him speaking before thinking. “Fuck those charities. Let’s just go out on a date today.”

“My mother would have my head!” (Y/n) exclaimed with a shake of her head, feeling a rush of excitement coursing through her at the possibility of rebelling; but still trying to stay rational and do what had been asked of her.

However, the blond already beat her to the punch, since he had pressed one of the numbers on the screen— making the car extremely silent, save for the revving of the engine, and the steady ringing of the line.

When someone on the other end picked up though, Kyōjurō didn’t even waste time on pleasantries. “Can you call my mother-in-law’s secretary and tell her that I’m taking (Y/n) out on a date? For the whole day.”

And with that, he dropped the call, letting the car be filled by the song that had been playing before; acting as if he hadn’t just sealed his fate by making his future in-law severely dislike him.

“She’s going to hate you.”

“Too bad, I’m still taking you out on that date.” And, as if to prove his point, he pulled the turn signal before making an illegal u-turn. Thankfully, there hadn’t been any other cars on the road.

(Y/n), completely shocked, screeched, “That was illegal!”

“Baby, you’re marrying me; you’ll be finding out all the illegal things I do for a living very soon."

[maybeimamuppet]

day 1: cuddles

oooh first chapter yaaaay!

a note: sometimes their ages just. aren't important to the plot. this is one of them! so. i imagined cady as ~21 and janis as ~22, but y'all can do whatever you want :)

enjoy!

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Janis wakes to a weight on her back and fingers drumming on her cheeks.

"Caddy. It's seven in the morning. Sleep."

"But it's Christmas!" Cady chirps.

"It's December first!"

"I just wanna cuddle," Cady pouts. "Where's your Christmas spirit?"

"About two weeks away," Janis grumbles into her pillow. "C'mere." Cady huffs crankily as Janis shifts, tipping her onto the bed next to her and pulling her into a cuddle. "There. Cuddle and sleep."

"Noooo," Cady whines, but Janis is already latched onto her like an octopus and snoring into her ear. "Fine. You're lucky you're cute when you sleep."

She kisses Janis' nose gently and giggles as it wrinkles before nuzzling into her girlfriend and drifting off to sleep again.

—-

When Janis wakes the second time, Cady is nowhere to be found. "Caddy? Where'd you go?"

"Good morning sleepyhead," Cady chuckles, coming back into the room and handing over a mug of coffee made just the way Janis likes it.

"Thank you," Janis says, voice still rough with sleep as she rubs her eyes and takes it. "You look cute."

"Thanks!" Cady says, putting her hands on her hips with an adorable smile. She really does look cute, decked in her adorable snowman onesie. "It's so soft, feel it."

She holds out a sleeve for Janis to feel, but Janis sneakily puts her cup down and hauls her back on top of her. Cady shrieks in surprise, but quickly cuddles in.

"Let's just stay like this," Janis mumbles into her neck.

"That sounds nice," Cady agrees. "But I have a better idea."

"No, come back," Janis whines when Cady removes herself and reaches for her.

"Just trust me, we can cuddle all day after," Cady coaxes. Janis grumbles crankily as she throws the covers off and goes to her girlfriend. "Get all the pillows and blankets you can carry and meet me in the living room."

"Wh-" Janis tries to ask, getting cut off by a kiss as Cady dashes away.

-

"Oh my god, Janis," Cady laughs when Janis comes staggering out of the bedroom wrapped in their entire bedspread, tipping from side to side under the weight of it. Cady heads over and tugs the sheet away so she can see her face. "Hi."

"Hi," Janis grunts, stumbling her way to the couch and dropping everything.

"I didn't mean all at once, lovey," Cady chuckles.

"You said all I could carry," Janis retaliates.

"I guess I did. Either way it saves time. Come on," Cady says, grabbing about half and opening the door to the balcony.

"Outside? It's cold," Janis says in confusion. Cady plops her pile of blankets on the balcony and comes back to grab more.

"I'll keep you warm," she purrs, opening the door again.

Janis follows in confusion. "What are you scheming?"

"Just trust me," Cady says, beginning to make one of her little nests. Janis hands over more supplies until it's cushy enough for Cady's standards. "There! Now get your cute butt over here and let me love you."

"You think my butt is cute?"

"I think all of you is cute," Cady replies, holding Janis tight against her and wrapping them both in their thickest, warmest blanket. "My little Jellybean."

Janis gives a flustered squeak and hides her face in Cady's chest. Cady laughs and kisses her forehead, bringing a hand up to fiddle with Janis' hair.

"That's nice," Janis mumbles, muffled by Cady's warm skin.

"Don't go to sleep again, we just woke up," Cady murmurs back. Janis groans into her chest.

"Sleepy."

"You're always sleepy," Cady giggles. "I know how to wake you up."

"Oh?" Janis asks interestedly. Maybe it's something nice. Like a morning make out session, those are always fun. Cady holds her hand up and wiggles her fingers ominously. "No."

"I think so," Cady says. Her hand inches towards Janis' neck. Janis squeals and hunches up her shoulders. "I haven't even touched you yet!"

"You're going to," Janis defends. "I'm preparing myself."

"And you think you're not cute," Cady chuckles as she finally makes contact and wriggles her hand all over Janis' ribs. Janis shrieks and tries to wiggle away, but Cady won't let her go. "You have the best laugh."

"Mercy!" Janis begs, laughing hysterically and trying to grab Cady's hand so she'll stop. "I can't breathe!"

"Okay, okay," Cady giggles. "Can't have you dying on me."

"Like this?" Janis says, rolling over to pin Cady beneath her and going limp.

"Yeah," Cady giggles, wrapping herself around Janis and smiling as Janis kisses the side of her neck. "But with significantly more emotional distress on my part."

"Hmm," Janis hums. "I'll try really hard not to."

"Good," Cady says. "I love you."

Janis props herself up on her elbows and bends down to kiss her. Cady reciprocates eagerly, still clinging to Janis like a little sloth and refusing to let her pull away. She gently runs her tongue along the seam of Janis' lips, and angles her head to deepen the kiss when Janis allows her entry.

They lie there like that for a long time, as the wind blows around them and little snowflakes drift down from the sky. They just hold each other, warmed by their love and able to ignore the cold, tasting the spirit of Christmas on each other's lips.

"I love you too," Janis murmurs when they finally break apart. "I love you so much."

"Kiss me again," Cady says. Janis smirks slightly and cups her neck.

"Happily."

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hope you enjoyed!!

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[neerasrealm]

can i request some fluff with cody with an s/o who has a cat who’s an ass at first, but a big cuddly sweetheart (still kind of an ass though) when you get to know them?

Gee I wonder where the inspiration for this request came from. Anyway here you go. I like to imagine this takes place in the same timeline as the two cody x readers I did :)

‘’Shit- fuck- no- stop!’’ 

You pause in your channel surfing at the sound of someone yelling outside the door to your dorm room. You look over at the front door, brows arching up in surprise. 

‘’Cody?’’ you call. The door’s handle jiggles a bit before opening. In stumbles your boyfriend, Cody. He shakes honey-brown hair out of his face and looks up at you. Your eyes travel down to the bulge in his...jacket. His arms are cupped around it, like he’s holding something. You arch a brow. ‘’...Cody what is that?’’

‘’O-oh, hey babe-’’

‘’Cody what is that.’’ Cody bringing something home without any context is never not a concern. Not after last time...

He glances away and sighs tiredly before walking toward the couch. He collapses down on the other end from you, then opens his jacket. The bulge wriggles before a fluffy, ginger face pokes out and gives you an irritated look. He smiles nervously. ‘’Surpriiiise…’’ 

‘’CODY ASHTER IS THAT A FUCKING CAT.’’ 

‘’MAYBE-’’ he yelps as the cat climbs out of his jacket and hops onto your lap. You look down at it, recoiling in surprise. The cat kneads your lap and you wince. The claws are sharp but you also really don’t want to smack a cat off your lap.

‘’Where did you even find it?!’’ you shoot him a glare.

Cody perks up. ‘’Oh! Well, uh-’’ he scratches at his neck. ‘’I found him fighting some other cats in an alleyway! He’s a feisty one!’’ he laughs. Yeah, that makes sense. The cat’s fur is matted, scruffy and covered in dirt and mud. You grimace. 

‘’Why...did you think it was a good idea to bring home a violent, mangy cat?’’ you glare at him harder. He recoils a bit. 

‘’...happy birthday?’’

You sigh and bury your face in your hands. Okay, okay, patience. Your boyfriend is feral and you have to be the good partner and put up with it. The cat meows on your lap, then jumps onto the coffee table. You look up and watch it walk over to your glass of water sitting on it. Your eyes widen. ‘’Hey! No!’’

Crash!

And there goes your water. You stand up and glare at the cat. ‘’Now what was that for?!’’ 

‘’Germanium, no!’’ Cody grabs the cat, who yowls unhappily and swats at the air. You turn and look at him.

‘’You named the cat...germanium?!’’ 

He glances aside and nods. ‘’Yeah. Y’know like- number thirty two on the periodic table.’’

Patience. ‘’Okay. Okay. Okay, sure, yeah. Germanium.’’ you feel like you’re going to combust, like magnesium in water. You put your hands on your hips and huff. You look at the cat again and sigh. It growls and swipes at you with sharp claws. You step back a bit for safety. ‘’Okay okay…I am not letting you do anything until you give that cat a bath. You hear me?’’ Cody nods. You point to the bathroom door. ‘’Go.’’

He looks at the door, then at you. ‘’Can...can you help me?’’ 

Oh no. Oh no, he’s doing the puppy dog eyes. You look away from him, but the fucker just walks back into your line of sight. You sigh in frustration. ‘’...fine...’’ 

‘’YAY! Thanks babe!’’ 

‘’Don’t push it.’’ you mutter as you turn and walk to the bathroom. Cody follows you, the cat screaming quietly behind you. You point to the tub and he nods, placing Germanium down. He tries to pet the cat, but it swipes at him and he quickly recoils. You sigh and pull out your phone. It’s silent for a few moments before you speak. ‘’Go get the dish soap.’’

‘’What?’’

‘’Human shampoo isn’t safe for cats, but Dawn is.’’ you glance at the cat. ‘’As long as he doesn’t have a skin condition…’’ you feel like the cat does, since it came from the streets but- hey. Worth a shot. Cody nods and leaves the bathroom, leaving you with the furry menace. You sigh and grab the shower head before toying with the temperature. The cat yells at you, probably alarmed by the water as you try to make sure you don’t burn or freeze the ungrateful thing. Once you’re satisfied, you turn the water off and look at the cat. 

‘’Got the soap.’’ Cody’s voice comes from behind you. You look over at him and smile, taking the bottle of dish soap. You crouch down, soap in one hand and showerhead in the other. The cat SCREECHES as you spray it with water suddenly. Cody yelps and scrambles over, stopping it from leaping out of the bath. ‘’Germanium! Germanium, you stay there!’’ he yells, holding the cat in place as it thrashes and hisses angrily. You spray the cat down, then pour out the soap, lathering the angry animal up. You scrub the dirt out of Germanium’s mangy, overgrown hair. He screeches and thrashes as you lather him with soap and rinse him off. Even when you try to shush him and sooth him, he still insists on scratching at you with his sharp claws and biting your hand. 

Cody isn’t doing much better. Both of you are gonna need a rabies shot after this, just to be safe. ‘’There we go buddy…’’ He coos as he lifts the cat out of the bath. The second his paws touch the ground, Germanium screams and bolts for the closed door, scratching at it irritably. You move over and grab him, yanking him into a towel to dry him off. He surprisingly stays still, letting you dry him off with minimal scratching, though he keeps shrieking like he’s being murdered.

Once he’s dry you let him go and stand up. ‘’Now behave.’’ you say firmly before opening the door. Germanium bursts out into the living room like a torpedo. Cody scrambles after him, probably worried for the safety of his stuff.

‘’Ow!’’ you step out of the bathroom and immediately turn to look at your boyfriend, cradling Germanium in his arms. He shakes his hand a few times, seething in pain. ‘’Stop biting me dude! Honestly, that’s no way to behave!’’ he scolds the cat. You smirk a bit in amusement. He looks up at you suddenly and blushes, looking down at the cat. ‘’I think he’s hungry.’’ he mumbles, embarrassed. 

You blink and glance at the kitchen. ‘’Uhh...oh...we don’t have cat food…’’ you frown and walk over to the kitchen. ‘’Oh! Wait!’’ you suddenly move to the fridge and open it, pulling out a package of ham that’s nearly expired. You smile and walk over, pulling out a slice for the furry terror. ‘’Here you go, brat.’’ 

Germanium eagerly bites down on the ham, eating quickly. Poor thing must have been starving. Cody looks at you. ‘’...you seem to like him.’’ he says. You look up and scowl.

‘’I don’t.’’ you retort. ‘’I’m just feeding it.’’ you huff. He laughs a bit and pets the cat, stroking Germanium. Now that he’s clean you can see his fur better. It’s less ginger, a lighter orange that’s almost blonde in some places. His hair is long and fluffy. He meows up at you and you smile a bit, scratching under his chin. His paws fly out, claws digging into your sleeve but- it doesn’t hurt. He bites on your fingers but- it’s not hard enough to hurt a ton. Just nips. You smile a tiny bit and pull your hand away, rubbing his head instead. He lets out a content purr. 

‘’...y/n,’’ Cody murmurs. You look up. ‘’...he weighs like nothing. Like-’’ he pulls the cat away, holding him up in two hands. You laugh a bit, taken aback by his actions. ‘’Look at this!’’ he swings Germanium a bit and he lets out an unhappy yowl. You force yourself to not laugh.

‘’Cody- Cody you can’t do that with a cat-’’

He pauses. ‘’I can’t?’’ 

‘’No! Put him down!’’ Cody does as he’s told, letting Germanium jump down. You laugh a bit. ‘’Oh I am not trusting you with our kids.’’ you murmur as you stroll over to the couch. Cody doesn’t reply, probably because he went into shock at the idea of having kids. You sit down and Germanium hops up next to you. The two of you stare at each other for a few moments before he pads over and curls up in your lap. You watch him for a few moments until he’s still. Calm and friendly. Cautiously, you reach down and pet him. He doesn’t scratch or hiss at all. Just purrs quietly. You soften and smile at him. 

Cody creeps over and sits down, watching you both. ‘’...so…’’ he murmurs. ‘’...can we keep him…?’’

You look up at him. He stares back at you pleadingly and eventually, you sigh. He leans closer, eagerly waiting for your answer.

‘’...fine.’’

‘’YAAAAY!’’

‘’But you’re paying for his grooming appointment AND his vaccinations!’’