#i have the complexion of little baby because i know some problems can only be neutralized with a sincere matter-of-fact «как вы мне надоели»

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Okay here me out please....So reader leaves their beloved baby with their father Muzan for the night, because he said he can handle it....he can't the baby is everywhere, he can't take his eyes off of them for a minute without her just vanishing to somewhere else. Eventually baby get's of the infinity castle and finds herself being coddled by Yoriichi and Muzan is just.....`he's panicking and like he don't know what to do, so like eventually he has to fess up to reader that he fucked up and she has to go get the baby and she and yorrichi lightly have a conversation (roast session) about muzan and responsibility

I know this is a bit strange but please I just think it would be funny

Oh? Okay, okay! I’ll try my best with this and hey, we get to see Yoriichi again! I missed Yoriichi so thank you dearly for giving us the angel back! The angel and demon

If you don’t mind, I’ll name the kid myself since haven’t been given a name

Kibutsuji Muzan- Wondering Child

“Muzan, my love. All you need to do is watch Kuragari” You gently remark with a soft voice and a understanding tint, offering the newborn Kuragari to your husband as his blood reds scanned over both you and the cooing baby. Muzan scoffed under his breath at the rather easy task you given him, watch his own biological infant. He could do it blindfolded and with one arm tied to his back

The moment you walked out of the room, Muzan immediately plopped the blood red-eyed baby into his cute little playcrib as he sat down, right before Kuragari in his playarea, to pick up a nearby abandoned novel to skim through the hefty pages and pinpoint the chapter he was at. He took his eyes of the boy for only a minute or so when he realised the lack of cooing and giggling was concerning, looking up. His heart drooped in concern

He’s gone? He’s gone?! Where did he go?! He’s a baby! How is he gone already?!

Muzan almost panicked as he shot up from his comfortable plush arm chair and frantically checked every nook and cranny of the spacious room for Kuragari with some… or more, all furniture thrown at the walls along the way, no success further alarmed him. How is a few months year old already more fidgety and energetic than a bumbling four year old

Muzan ended up almost destroying the entire Infinity Castle in search for a single small demon. He truly had no clue where that bouncing newborn could be and the only reason he had a decent clue was because a number of trees leading down a specific dirt path, once transported out of the Infinity Castle, had the same fang-like bite marks in them. As if a baby animal was teething on the trunks

Perfect

The King of Demons couldn’t be anymore thankful that time itself had given him a shred of mercy and averted the sky to pitch black so the glowing moon would shower cool moonlight down on his dead white complexion. His slight relief was cut short when he finally found the source of sudden familiar giggling, he knew that voice belonged to his son so he followed it

And what he saw terrified him as he definitely had his hands too tied to be able to take action

That… that bastard, Tsugikuni Yoriichi holding his precious baby boy in his lap as Kuragari happily rose his cute tiny hands up to touch Yoriichi’s much bigger, calloused palms. The monstrous human had a very shocked expression on his face as his plum reds looked ready to swell up in tears, his heart touched by the Prince of Demons being so sweet and playful, despite being the enemy

Muzan knew very well he couldn’t intervene at all as the last time he hardly butted heads with that Yoriichi. He only got away with one single strand of his entire being left, it was far too close for his comfort though, he knew he also needed to get his beloved Kuragari back. The only solution that came to his head was you, the boy’s mother

You were a human, just like Yorichi. You could get the boy back, no problem. Unlike Muzan himself

Cemented on his meticulous plan to get his baby back from the monster, Muzan rushed back to the Infinity Castle at his top speed and seemingly arrived in the same room you stood before, just in the nick of time to greet you. “Greetings, my love. Where’s Kuragari?” You ask softly and almost immediately, out of concern as Muzan flinches guilty, sighing out to try relieve him of the stress. He should just tell you, no need to lie or gaslight you into believing such nonsense

“You know that beast, Tsugikuni. He has stolen our son. I only took my eyes off him for a minute, if not two and he was gone, I luckily tracked him down by the teeth marks on trees but I cannot get him back, you know” You sighed displeased, part of you knew this simple task would end in absolute disaster but since you loved the clueless demons, you just flashed a sweet, gentle smile and took his hand encouragingly

“Let’s go find our Kuragari then, my dear”

Laughing joyfully with your precious Kuragari sat on your lap, fiddling and pulling on the lengthy ends of your haori to entertain himself and satisfy his curiosity. You were perched on the open wooden edge-skirt of the homely Minka belonging to the one and only swordsman that ruled the battlefield with a platinum fist, Yoriichi himself. The same Yoriichi who apparently ‘stole’ your son but you got the actual picture from Yoriichi and it made you realise your husband is no where near competent with childcare

“I found this one crawling around my backyard. I don’t know how he got there but he seemed to have travelled miles and was hungry, he kept biting at everything” Every word that human man said felt very genuine and you weren’t ever gonna try deny that him and his statements were

His explanation of the situation made much more sense than what Muzan proclaimed happened, such a weird one nevertheless. Yoriichi didn’t even know your son existed in the first place, why would he go after him?

Needless to say… you and Yoriichi spent almost a hour trading innocent insults at Muzan and his so-called parenting style. You didn’t really hate your husband, he actually tried and took responsibility by telling you about losing him but he should always be watching Kuragari, the newborn should never left alone not had eyes taken off him for even a minute and somebody like Yorichi, who lost his soon-to-be-born child to a demon, knows that

You have learnt to never entrust Kuragari to Muzan, you will just have to go to Yoriichi instead

[bluebeary-jay]

hiii ves! congrats on 1000! 💗

how about a joel miller fluffy piece with

how is it you always know what i need, huh? for the prompt? 🫶🏽

Hiiiii my lovely Mari!!! 🥰💗 Thank you so so much for your words but thank you even more for being a ray of sunshine in my life 🥺🫶 istg i wanna give you a thousand kisses

Aaaand here you go! I spent much more time on this lil fic than I should but I really like how it turned out and I hope you will too!! Thank you LOTS for requesting, love you!! 💕

You haven’t been feeling well since the morning.

Joel knew it must’ve been because of the rain which caught the two of you during the patrol the day before, leaving you completely drenched despite his efforts. How was it possible that he gave you his jacket and you still catched a cold while he didn’t even have a runny nose, was a mystery to him. But it didn’t really matter since here you were, unwell and not even able to leave the bed.

Good thing Joel knew how to take care of his girl.

He passed by Tommy’s early in the morning to pick up some medicine for you and went to the market to buy that citrus tea he knew you liked. When he got back you were still asleep but woke up several hours later with a headache and a runny nose. Joel stayed with you, catering to your every need and only leaving to prepare you breakfast. A sweet little thing you were, you didn’t want to let him do everything by himself, but he managed to convince you it’s no problem at all.

You were so difficult sometimes, though.

“There you go, babygirl,” he crooned, helping you sit up and propping up the pillow for you some time after you finished eating. “Easy now. Don’t rush yourself.”

“Joel, I’m fine,” you rasped with a sore throat, but he sent you a doubtful look and you groaned in defeat. “Okay, that was a lie. I feel terrible. But it’s not a reason for you to baby me.”

“M’not babyin’ you.” It was your turn to lift your eyebrows at him, unconvinced, and the corner of his lips twitched in a soft smile before he leaned in and planted a lingering kiss on your warm forehead. “‘Kay, maybe I am. But ya like it.”

“You wish.”

“And you don’t give me many chances to really coddle you,” he continued in a murmur, slowly brushing the hair away from your face. You closed your eyes and let out a weak moan, and Joel smiled with compassion. “So honestly, you can look at it as a favor t’me. Can you do that, babygirl? Let me take care of you and make me happy?”

“Always the caretaker,” you laughed breathlessly and peered up at him through your eyelashes. Even though your nose was red, your eyes swollen and your complexion had that sick look to it, you still were the most beautiful sight Joel has ever beheld. “You don’t need to stay with me, though. I can manage by myself.”

“I know. But I want to.”

“Stubborn man.”

Joel opened his mouth to tease you back, but then he saw you shivering and furrowed his brow.

“Are you cold?” he asked, though he was already sure that was the case. You nodded.

“A little. Can you grab me…”

“...that blanket with little ducks on it?” he finished for you, causing you to giggle and gaze at him with affection. “I know ya like it ‘cause it’s the fluffiest.”

“The softest,” you said at exactly the same time. “Yeah.”

Your eyes were filled with so much love that Joel felt weak in his knees. He tore his eyes away from you and turned around to the closet to grab your blanket from the highest shelf. You shifted to one side of the bed, probably so that Joel could lie down by your side, but before he did that he tucked you in carefully, making sure you were warm and comfortable. Then he dashed to the kitchen, bringing back a glass of water and another pill for you to take.

Only then he laid down behind you, enfolding your cocooned form and pulling you closer to his chest. You closed your eyes with a blissful smile and sighed deeply.

“Don’t even say anythin’ about infectin’ me with it,” Joel murmured, knowing that you’re probably already worrying about him in that pretty little head of yours. He wrapped his arms tighter around you through the many blankets. “I’ll be fine. And you’re still cold.”

“Wasn’t gonna say anythin’,” you answered softly with your eyes still closed. “Joel?”

“Yeah, darlin’?”

“How is it you always know what I need, huh?”

He chuckled and adjusted the duvet by your neck, making sure that no cold air could sneak its way under the covers.

“My psychic abilities,” he whispered in response and his smile grew when he felt your torso shake with laughter under his arm. Joel kissed the back of your head and then went lower to press his lips to your neck, causing you to squirm slightly. “But truthfully, it’s ‘cause I love ya so much.”

You snorted. “Such a romantic.”

“S’true.”

“Well, I love you more.” He hummed in a ‘you don’t know what you’re talking about’ fashion, and you groaned in weariness. Joel felt your body relaxing in his hold. “You’re so warm, baby. And so good to me.”

“Anythin’ for you, love.” He wanted to kiss your head once more but suddenly you started to wiggle, forcing him to move back a little to give you room to maneuver. “What’re doin’ now?”

“Shh.” You made a couple more adorable grunts before you finally stopped, now facing Joel and beaming proudly. “Ta-da!”

“You’re silly.” Joel shook his head, but internally he was spellbound by the significance of your action. You wanted to be face to face with him and he was glad for the opportunity to kiss your forehead now. “My sweet babygirl. You should rest, not wiggle ‘round.”

“Tsk!” you silenced him again and kicked his leg, though because of how many covers you were under, it felt more like a gentle nudge. “Gimme your leg.”

“Give ya it where?” he asked in response with a faint smile, and you huffed impatiently, your head hitting the pillow again when you grew tired of keeping it up in the air.

“Throw it over me. Please?” you added when he initially didn’t move. Joel indulged you, though not without hesitation.

“You sure? I don’t wanna crush you…”

“You won’t.” You assured him and snuggled your face into his chest, causing butterflies to flutter around in Joel’s belly. “I like feelin’ your weight on me.”

“Like an extra blanket?” he joked, to which you snorted as well.

“Yeah. Exactly.”

“Better than the one with ducks?”

“The best one.”

He smiled with adoration and pulled you in closer, caging you in his arms. You didn’t seem to mind, though, and freed your hand from the blankets to wrap one arm around his stomach, keeping the other one between your chests. The heat from under the duvet instantly started to become too much for Joel, but he tried to disregard the uncomfortable feeling for now.

“Stay for a while, darling,” you asked suddenly, your voice muffled from the way you had your cheek pressed against his chest. Joel looked down and saw your eyes closed and a serene smile on your face, the sight of which made him swoon. “I feel so warm like this with you. And safe.”

“You are,” Joel assured you softly and put his palm on the back of your head. “I’ll keep ya safe, sweetheart, I promise. You can sleep soundly.”

You sniffed and whined weakly. “M’not sleepy. Let’s just stay like that.”

“You need to get your strength back.” Joel moved his head to kiss your hot forehead again and smiled faintly against your skin. You opened your mouth to retort, but he cut you off before you could even start. “And no buts. You said it yourself, after all…”

You grumbled quietly, but Joel could see you were tired, your eyes already closing again. He took a deep breath, not caring about the risk of catching the cold from you and followed suit, deciding to stay with you for a nap as well.

“I always know what my baby needs.”

[katsigian]

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Tagged by @trashkingnyx thank youuuu

I'm perpetually working on things because I pick up 100 million projects when I'm inspired and then lose said inspiration but then the stubbornness kicks in so then I gotta finish them or else I feel guilty. Hope that helps <3

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Who saw this coming, because I surely didn't. It's not like complexion mods are the only thing I know how to make well.

The frankly unsettling flattened skin texture, or diffuse, on the left are tattoos I'm making for my woof boy, Noel. There are many different pieces because there's a billion seams I have to account for to make a sleeve that covers from shoulder to fingers without gaps. And it destroys my brain. The handsome lad on the right is my baby Vesper and those are his custom tattoos I made that need to be fixed up a little bit. Because there's flaws only my eyes can see <3

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Ya boy is also venturing into propmaking. Less venturing and more throwing myself in the deep end because I physically can't learn anything normally. ANYWAY I want a trillion neon signs at my beck and call for picture taking so I've been scouring in game assets and yoinking them out for my own use. They're functioning, but there's some stuff I gotta touch up yet.

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Yes, yes, we've all heard about my lore. It's still an ongoing process and frankly kinda tiring. Here are some snippets:

"The Saint" - while the name conjures imagery of holy pureness, Valen is anything but. Though that is part of why he's called this; it's a play on words that reflect his true methods. Early on in his career, Valen gained his reputation for being effcient, aggressive, and having a high success rate. Some operators that worked beside him began sarcastically calling him the Saint after seeing his typically ruthless and effective methods of completing contracts. The name stuck, even as Valen didn't embody saintly tendencies by any stretch yet. Although, that was part of the joke - a saint would never be as violent as Valen is, so how hilarious would it be if that's what he's called? It could be argued he was a saint of sorts for his clients, coming in and washing away their problems. Beginning around 2074, the name had another meaning attached to it - Valen would often willingly accept a pay cut to take those contracts that clients couldn't afford. These were usually non-corporate aligned persons who did not have the dollars at hand for the services offered by Ares Systems. Valen, apparently a bleeding heart at times, would take the contracts anyway and complete them. "The Saint" stuck even further after this.

Vesper's Lore - Around 10 months after running from Dario, Vesper found Valen. He'd been searching for him specifically, but Valen's not easy to find; he eventually approached him outside of Valen's work facility and Valen, of course, was shocked. He'd never known about Callen's other children, even though he'd always felt *something*. Unknowingly connected to Vesper from their shared father/sire. Over the next 6 months, they slowly grew closer, getting to know each other. They were both a little too similar to their father though, Vesper's brash nature inherited from Callen meaning he often called out Valen's own similarities to their father. To Valen's extreme dismay. Even though they tend to grate on each other's nerves, they do learn from each other and lean on one another often. Valen can't live without him now, nor can Vesper without him. When Vesper was 23, Dario found him again. He'd stopped being careful and accidentally let himself be found. Terrified, he was forced to tell Valen about that part of his past. Valen, in typical fashion, took it upon himself to make sure Dario could never find Vesper again. To this day, Vesper still doesn't know what Valen did with the body, and he'll never tell him.

And that's that <3 I'm going to tag some pals BUT there's NO pressure to share if you don't want to. If you do want to share, it could be anything; art, writing, mods, etc.

@rindemption @noirapocalypto @spicyraeman @nuclearstorms @aartyom @uldwynsovs @halsin @nokstella @reaperkiller @arcandoria @cybersmallz @itzsassha @pathfinderlittleduck @strafethesesinners @thefrostyshepard @noonfaerie @neon-prison @elvenbeard @aldcaldos @holofishes @fleetwoodmoth @breezypunk @hertzdo

[seathered]

information.  ༄            making a carrd is too difficult for me right now so here is a ton of information about cj that i would keep on a carrd. her stats, mini bio, verses, and connections will eventually go here, but right now i don't have verses or connections done. this whole thing is still a wip <3

general.

full name   :   calista jane hook.

nickname/alias   :   cj (this is the name your muse will know her as, she does not give out her full name to anyone, the only people who know are family or family adjacent. and even then she's not called her full name unless people are being very mean to her, the most beautiful girl in the whole world), ceej, heathen, gremlin, baby hook, hellspawn, nightmare child, hooklet, thing one, little cretin, she demon.

date of birth   :   april 17th.

age   :   18 - 22.

zodiac sign   :   aries sun, leo moon, capricorn rising.

gender identity   :   cis-female, she/her pronouns.

sexual orientation   :   bisexual / demiromantic.

race/ethnicity   :   caucasian.

species   :   human.

occupation   :   presently - lookout for the tempest, generally also very good at causing problems on purpose and can do it for you if you make it worth it for her.

previously, some minor version of an unpaid assassin/shit-stirrer for her father during her early tween/teenage years, before she left the isle of the lost and faked her death. he used her small size and stealth to instill fear into his enemies because 'he could find them anywhere'.

language(s)   :   english, intermediate scottish gaelic, advanced isle sign language.

dietary   :   nothing strict or official just a lot of food issues with this one.

physical.

faceclaim(s)   :   i've used both sophie thatcher and savannah lee may in the past, and i still use them presently but i am largely undecided on a primary faceclaim, she's really hard to clock in my head. madelyn cline is also now added to the list.

other visual references   :   lili reinhart as alice cooper, katherine mcnamara as mia smoak, nicola peltz as amber altmyer.

eyes   :   really quite unfortunately she has big brown baby cow eyes that lean slightly amber. and she uses them for evil. most of the time they are not in the huge mode, she does a lot of evil smiling/smirking with her eyes.

hair   :   generally and naturally her hair is a sort of sandy/dirty blonde with roots a few shades darker. however, she has absolutely played with hair dye before and continues to do so just not for long periods or very often a whole head of hair at a time cause she has commitment issues. (her favorites are a dark red, platinum/pale blonde, and i feel like she tries a more natural (ginger) red at least once or in little pieces) as for style, she has wild curls. just wild and messy always. her curl type is naturally probably about a 3b, but she doesn't work to define them most so it's really a variation of patterns and sizes of curls. hook kid good hair genes (even through the terrible horrible-ness of the isle hair care situation) because their dad is too cunty to have horrible hair. additionally, her curls are weighed down by the length of her hair as it goes down to about her mid-back to waist.

height   :   5’10” in / 177.8 cm

build   :   lean/athletic in a traditional label sense, but she's also malnourished from being on the isle and hasn't recovered from it yet. even with the muscle definition, i still think she looks pretty thin in a way that could raise some minor red flags when looking for her.

complexion   :   warm beige, sprinkled with warm-toned freckles from sun exposure.

piercings   :   lobe, double lobe, upper lobe, conch, helix, (all ear piercings apply to both ears) left nostril, septum, vertical eyebrow, belly button. little note that all of her piercings aren't in all of the time, she's not too worried about them closing she'll just stick the jewelry through anyway because she's kind of insane.

dressing style   :   the best way i can think to describe her style is raunchy goth, with an edge of pirate. she wears a lot of torn fabric with layers, corseted silhouettes, mini skirts, sooo many fishnets or other sheer tights, shiny silver accents, just often very minimal clothing and dark colors. she’s privy to shades of red. also, generally, she has a lot of jewelry, always. she also loves her heeled or platform boots.

voice   :   she has a thick scottish accent, and speaks either entirely very dramatically or completely monotone, there isn't any in between and it's very indicative of her mood and who's in her company.

most noticeable features   :   she has a very pointy smile, sharp and pointy. not really even her teeth just like the shape of it, there's little curvy dimples near the edges that help with that. also probably her eyes because of how expressive and alive they are.

other   :   for the most part, cj generally has two different manners of acting when she's not around friends and family. it's either aggressive, taunting, and threatening or largely disinterested, bored and slouchy, maybe even quiet if she's obligated to be there (and, to be honest, she doesn't do those well).

mental.

diagnoses   :  

attention deficit hyperactivity disorder

pathological demand avoidance

complex-post traumatic stress disorder

bipolar disorder

avoidant-restrictive food intake disorder

moral alignment   :  chaotic-neutral, acts for the Just For Fun of it all as well as self-interest and causes frequent problems.

likes   :  the beach and sea, loud places, distractions, getting away with things, winning, danger.

dislikes   :  peacefulness, safety, planning, staying still, losing, the people she cares about being hurt, auradon, auradonians (additionally just a lot of resentment when people are overly kind or soft, especially when it's in her direction).

phobias   :  survival of her and her loved ones (though she often struggles to covey the second) has always been her top priority, i really don't think she fears anything else besides the failure of that.

self-confidence level   :  medium to high, but she's got a lot of semi-conscious self-hatred.

mbti   :  estp.

enneagram   :  type 8 wing 7.

hobbies   :  swimming, exploring, socializing, generally just getting into not legal trouble she does it a lot and for fun.

positive traits   :  resourceful, creative, witty, confident, protective, cunning, charismatic, she’s loyal in theory but does not act like it in practice, ambitious.

neutral traits   :  adventurous, performative.

negative traits   :  impulsive, self-destructive, cold, sneaky, arrogant, violent, manipulative, dishonest (compulsive liar), bitter, jealous, avoidant, unpredictable, disrespectful, stubborn, defiant, reactive.

background.

birthplace + current residence   :  cj was born and raised on the isle of the lost by pirates, but she always had a home. a few months before her death, cj left home to live in an apartment/loft situation with freddie. she still lives there, presently, but spends plenty of the time at the wharf.

family   :  

calandra.  mother, completely absent, cj only knew of her when she was little, but she very rarely saw her, even in infancy. this, of course, did not stop even little cj from fighting harriet because she wanted her mother instead.

james hook.  father, for the majority of cj’s life, fairly absent, besides when he could find use for her. her siblings worked to keep him away from her as much as possible, which left her feeling ignored, even though the attention he gave to her siblings was both very emotionally and physically abusive. when she was 11, he enlisted her to become somewhat of a mercenary on his behalf, to scare enemies into believing that he could find them anywhere. 

harriet hook.  older sister, raised her as much as she could at an incredibly young age herself. cj’s false passing, of course, broke harriet because of how she had to take on a caregiver role for her little sister, so their relationship is presently strained. the love is still there.

harry hook.  older brother, also a minor caregiver of cj when she was younger. presently, his protection is still there, and they still do sibling things, but the cj’s stubborn nature and actions have strained their relationship heavily.

financial status   :  low by auradon standards, above average for isle ones.

driver's license   :  none, but it doesn't stop her. she learned how on the isle and that's all she needs. big big fan of 'the government can't tell me what to do', she is.

criminal record   :  there isn't anything on her record, but she has done a lot and broken a lot of laws, and gotten away with all of it. she even held the king hostage once, and kind of wishes he'd rat her out for it. not really, of course, but it would make her stop feeling like he has something over her. i think if cj got arrested even once in auradon they’d find reason to keep her for a long time unfortunately.

vices   :  drugs, alcohol, lust, violence, wrath.

other.

threat level   :  fairly high, could be purely based on how she very rarely lets up in a fight or conflict and will just keep going until someone’s dead.

strengths   :  her agility and speed, diversions, survival instincts, hand-to-hand combat (and with that anything beyond hands is fair game, she has no chill), short to medium-range weaponry (i feel like she’d just love throwing knives), stealth, quick reflexes.

weaknesses   :  swordsmanship, long-range weaponry, being overpowered by strength.

preferred hand   :  none, ambidextrous out of need. she was already the weakest growing up so she just learned to use both and now it's natural.

loose bio.

born on the isle of the lost

cj was a very sick baby and a very hard baby, she wouldn't eat but then the lack of eating made her sick and there were a million different ways that she was always trouble for the people trying to care for her.

mom was an addict and not at all involved in her life besides baiting cj that she would come see her, harriet told her she was sick and couldn't be around (which she was, but, yk). mom became completely out of her life when she was about 6 or 7. cj would act out because of this, and the slips of her mother only made her worse.

her siblings (primarily harriet) cared for her and raised her, with help from their father's first mate, smee, when cj was a baby.

her dad was also not involved with her life and generally ignored her until he had use for her when she was old enough to 'work' for him. this left a lot of attention-seeking behaviors for harriet, smee, and harry to deal with.

around the ages of 11, cj's father summoned her to protect his honor through means of silent violence in the night, taking care of his enemies and ensuring his fearsome reputation that james hook could get you wherever you stood. and cj, small, neglected, and arguably naive, did everything he asked out of admiration and being threatened to keep secrecy from her siblings or any of their family or crews that would’ve put a stop to it. there is not much of a clear end to this, he eventually just stops sending her out as she gets older, and is home less often.

around the age of 14 is when cj really starts to stray from her sibling’s wishes, having been keeping her father’s secrets from them already and that assists in their separation. she starts venturing into the darkest corners of the isle, just to prove the point of independence. there was always violence in her life, there was always alcohol, and there was always piracy. but now there were drugs, and the friends that cj made were neither approved by her siblings or their people, and that made her feel grown up.

this lasts for about 2 years, and through these new friends, cj did as cj does, and lied, cheated, and fought her way into trouble, the big kind. she pushed all the buttons she could, until a very clear threat is made that she doesn’t think she can run away from, this time.

except, she could run away from it, but not trapped on this island. she goes to the only person she believes she could trust with this (not her siblings, not the family she’s found in their crews), her best friend and partner in crime, freddie. by an impeccably timed transportation spell, they find a way off. 

at 16, with the assistance of freddie, of course, cj fakes her death in order to escape the isle and her problems completely, not thinking of the consequences. in some ways, she was trying to protect the family she would be abandoning from getting wrapped up in the mess she created.

at 16, cj leaves a female corpse of similar size and stature in a shed and sets it on fire, leaving her clothing and jewelry from her father (stolen, not gifted) in obvious places as evidence.

at 16, freddie is the only person that knows cj is alive. she is considered missing, and then dead by the rest of the isle.

freddie and cj are in auradon together, with freddie enrolled in auradon prep and cj much more like a stowaway, for quite a while, before cj departs on her own after not being able to stand it. both with and without freddie, cj causes as many problems as she can while staying under the radar, including (a lot of) theft, (also a lot of) breaking and entering, and semi-privately taking the king hostage for like fifteen minutes.

the barrier between the isle of the lost and auradon falls 2 years later, and cj is forced to face the consequences of what she’s done.

[thesunscaresme]

"How The Sun Sees You" by Thomas Leveritt is a YouTube video that depicts the impact of Ultraviolet Light (UV) on the skin. Leveritt uses an ultraviolet camera to see essentially, "how the sun sees you", this includes the aging, dark spots, and wrinkles that come along with damage from the sun. Leveritt allows the images to do most of the talking with only a few slides of text to explain what the camera is showing. This allows the viewers to truly sink into the reactions of everyday people seeing their skin through a UV camera for the first time. Most everyone in the video is surprised by their complexion and some are even ashamed. Freckles that haven't appeared yet are visible and so are the wrinkles and age spots. It is almost like the UV camera reveals the future version of these people's faces.

I personally was not surprised by the results of this video because I have seen many videos and images taken by UV cameras. It can be startling to first-time viewers, so I wanted to put this to the test by capturing the reactions of my friends and family.

Mother- 51

"I never knew that sunscreen looked like that! It looked like paint being smeared on their faces why did I think it was invisible for the past fifty years?" I explained to her that it is invisible to our eyes, but that the UV cameras allow us to see UV light, which is how we can tell that the sunscreen and glasses are actively blocking the UV light. My follow-up question to her initial reaction was, "did this video motivate you at all to be more consistent with your sunscreen application?". Her response was a definite "yes", which means this video and my blog have accomplished my goal!

Sister- 24

"Wow, I know you've been telling me to wear sunscreen our whole lives, but this video is kind of scary. I wonder what my skin would look like." I asked her what the most shocking part of the video was to her and she responded by saying, "when they showed the skin of the baby and little kids, it really drove home the point that you can prevent your skin from being damaged and that made me feel scared because I could have been doing that for years. I feel like sun damage is out of sight, out of mind for me. Like I'm not seeing the damage now, so I don't think I need to be wearing sunscreen". I think she touched on a critical aspect of sunscreen skincare and that is how people realize too late that they can protect and prevent themselves from Ultraviolet light.

Friend- 22

I asked my roommate for her initial reaction which was "I liked how artistic this video was and yet it was still very informative about the importance of sunscreen". I followed up by asking her if this video gave her any motivation to start wearing sunscreen more frequently. She responded by saying, "yes, I will try to start wearing more sunscreen at least in the morning with my moisturizer. I think being able to see the sunscreen in action will make people want to wear sunscreen. It is because we don't actively see it working that people don't wear it and this video solves that problem."

It is clear that everyone was surprised by the video and was motivated to protect their skin from further sun damage in the future. This reaction is similar to most of the comments on this video with the resounding consensus that this video could easily be used as an advertisement for a sunscreen brand. In my opinion, it is a great advertisement for sunscreen and skin health in general and should remain unaffiliated to have the strongest effect!

[deadpanwalking]

hey if you want, here's a tiktok from that one professor that has the same vibes as you, it reminds me of every time someone's surprised when you bully them for clowning. whether you watch it or not, have a nice day! your blog makes me laugh whenever I scroll through it :) https://vm.tiktok.com/ZSJf5FErQ/

I'm on mobile and too lazy to copypaste shit into my browser, but I'm accepting the compliment with the understanding that it has the same Unfriendly Soviet energy as this:

[greycaelum]

Hey grey did Kouki's mother experience baby blues after giving birth? I'm addicted to dad!gojo, can't stop rereading the series and I have no issue to wait for your update.

Thank you so much for reading KSeries and for your patience! Sending you warm hugs and hot chocolates to keep the cold winter breeze away~ ✨💛✨

Yes, but I think she actually have a shorter baby blues phase because Satoru has been quite adamant and supportive during and after the pregnancy journey and they've enjoyed the process. But she also have that days to week long coping up phase of her baby blues, one reason if you notice in Euphoria that Satoru decided to have a babysitter come over to stay for a week after Kouki's birth so Y/n can rest.

Headcannons below coz your idea is cute and comforting~ I hope you don't mind me making it a little long, 👉👈

Satoru would be quite wary and actually keep things quiet not to irritate you.

He would talk to you about simple things and make sure you can have your space to think. Satoru would actually ask your silent permission first before hugging you, if he receives a 'yes' he would hug you so tight and pepper you with kisses, if not he would opt to try preparing a warm meal or set up a small fort in case you wanna sleep.

You might be surprised to see random boxes all over the place, that's Satoru leaving small gifts for you. Which most of them might melt you such as the cute hair clips and trinkets or be annoyed with the sticky paper posted all over the place with his messy handwriting, last time you woke up you have one sticking on your nose and cheeks but the message would always melt your anger 'To my beautiful wife. Love you and rest well' , Satoru being sappy as the rom-com movie you two would watch.

Satoru would propose to always have this warm night baths, attentively giving you care and when you try to hide the stretch marks away he would stop you and make sure you understand he loves you more than just the body, kissing the lines and praising you for being so brave and wonderful mommy to bring the lil' mochi in this world, Satoru loves you so much as his wife and now that exponentially grew as witness you be a mother to his child.

Let's go to work. We all know Satoru's work schedule is erratic especially when he took few days off when you're in due date, the higher ups would make sure the strongest keeps his workload on top even if he just had a son, so 3 out of 10 days Satoru would have to leave with a heavy heart after making sure to remind you to call him whenever you need him, any time because he will answer it no matter what he's doing. When he comes home he will surely check up on his son first and find you on the bedroom, a pang of guilt and disappointment to see dried trail of tears on your cheeks signifying you cried yourself to sleep... again. After a short bath and making sure his son is alright, fed and cozy in his crib he would go to spoon you to sleep making sure when you wake up his face and smile is the first thing you see.

When you start feeling lot better and ready to interact more with the lil' mochi only then Satoru will dismiss the babysitter.

You will notice those dark circle forming on Satoru's face his usual fair complexion losing some of the glow. After lulling the Kikufuku to sleep you would invite him to do a short skin care which would end up to tackling and giggles with him squirming from the cold gel while you try to make him stay still. In the end it'd be you holding him to sleep while he doze off snuggling on your chest hugging you tight.

There would always be times you two will feel too overwhelmed of the obligation of having a delicate life fully dependent on you both. Especially the first two months of the Kikufuku being a crybaby and you're lost what happened, did you do something wrong, what's the problem? Satoru would also be there to also help out once his work is done, as much as possible as he can help you and care for his son.

In the end, give and take as they say, once one of you is fully exhausted the other takes over, but if asked what's the remedy to the tiredness perhaps the first answer you guys will give is seeing the smile of your precious Kikufuku.

"My son is too cute," Satoru grins while cradling Kouki, they just came home from their morning stroll. Walking over to his wife who's preparing their breakfast. "Good morning Mommy," he leans down to give you a morning kiss and place his hands on your hips, leaning over to see what's you're cooking.

I hope that gives enough justice. I had fun writing this one, (つ≧▽≦)つ

—Grey,

[wlntrsldler]

Hey! For the Taylor Swift / Harry Potter prompt thing could you please do Fred and I Think He Knows? Much thanks!!❤️❤️

PROMPT: based on i think he knows by taylor swift (an installment of my taylor swift x harry potter series. to read more about it, click here) Y/N drunkenly confesses her feelings. 

WC: 2.1K+

HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST

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i think he knows (f.w one shot)

“Ron,” you hissed from across the table. The boy remained oblivious, munching down on the pile of breakfast he dumped on his plate. He seemed to inhale the food, nevermind with chewing and actually tasting it. He just swallowed it in large pieces to make room in his mouth for some more eggs and hashbrowns. You flicked a piece of balled up napkins towards him, “Ron!”

“Blimey, Y/N,” he finally looked away from his food and shot you an annoyed look. “What the hell is going on with you?” 

“I think he knows,” you whispered, chewing on your bottom lip, nervously. 

“Who? Fred?”

You rolled your eyes, looking over to where the older twin sat a few people away from the both of you, “Who else, you idiot? Yes Fred!” 

“I doubt it,” Ron shrugged, returning to his plate of food, like you were just a distraction to him, not much of a best friend. “He’s an oblivious git. He probably doesn’t know.”

“Probably?!” you half shrieked, half whispered. It was loud enough for the twins to hear, looking at you concernedly. You sent a shy wave their way and hid behind the comfort of your hands. “I want to jump off the Astronomy tower.” 

“Well, he’s gonna find out if you keep acting like this, Y/N,” he stated, obviously. Again, you flicked a balled up napkin his way, not really appreciating his tone with you. He flicked it back, “I’m just saying, stop acting suspicious and just act normal.”

Act normal, you thought, that’s easy enough, right? 

But what the hell does normal even mean?

-

You knew you probably shouldn’t have drank so much. Your tolerance has deteriorated tremendously after not drinking for a year but when Angelina kept offering you shots, you couldn’t refuse. Now, the common room seemed to spin around after each step you took, leading you back to where you started. Right beside the table of half eaten snacks and spiked drinks. 

The Gryffindor team won the Quidditch match today and after a long, hard, school week, the team decided it would be best to blow off some steam with a little party. Fred and George were across the room, surrounded by a group of adoring, young Gryffindors. They gushed around them, complimenting them on their amazing plays in today’s match. You knew they loved the attention with the way Fred couldn’t keep the twinkle in his eye subdued for too long and the way George nudged his brother’s side every time someone reenacted one of their moves. It wasn’t hard to believe that they were some of the most popular boys to ever strut on campus. 

You took baby sips from your cup, watching the older twin intently. He wore a cozy-looking jumper, like his twin, making you think about how nice it would be to sleep in it with his scent filling your senses. His hair was a bit longer than usual, the side of it tucked behind his ear. His laughter was the only thing you could hear despite the loud music that Hermione’s Muggle radio played beside your ear. You were so focused on Fred that you didn’t notice Ron staring at you, trying to hold in his laughter. 

“You’re so whipped.” 

Startled, you clutched your chest and turned to your best friend. You smacked his upper arm, irritated that he always seems to catch you when you’re staring at his brother so hopelessly in love. “Can you shut up?” 

Ron laughed, passing you his drink, “You need to get drunk.” 

“Am I not already?” 

“You’re in your ‘I’ll oggle at Fred’ phase drunk,” he explained, shoving his cup with mysterious liquor into your hand. “I need you at your ‘I have no filter so I say things that I’ll regret or will get me in trouble’ phase drunk. I need a good laugh.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, but took the cup, nonetheless. “Aren’t you already having a field day with how pathetic I am pining after your brother?” 

“Sure,” he shrugged, filling the cup up for you again. “But I want you to insult Pansy like last time. That was good fun.” 

You took the drink in his hand, downing the entire liquid. You grimaced as it burned your throat, in a good way. You chuckled at the memory, sending your best friend a wink, “I’d fight Pansy sober.” 

Four more drinks later, you were at that phase. Ron retired a bit early, mumbling something about wanting to get to the dormitories before Harry could stumble in with Ginny and scar him for life. You ignored him, not really wanting to picture that scene in your head. Now, you were bouncing off the walls, spewing out your deepest secrets to anyone that dared to listen. 

You were having good fun until you tried to refill your cup and a hand grabbed yours, preventing you from doing so. You were about to protest when you looked up and saw a redhead. Usually you would be able to tell the twins apart because you know Fred and you know George, but whatever it was that Ron gave you, made your vision so blurry you couldn’t possibly tell them apart. Maybe you just drank too much tonight. 

“I think that’s enough,” he chuckled, pulling the cup away from you. “Want me to take you back to your dormitory?”

You pursed your lips, trying to figure out which twin it was that’s speaking to you. The harder you tried, the harder it seemed to be. They were both handsome, no doubt about it, but with Fred you usually felt your chest tighten and your mouth going dry. The problem is, you’ve drank so much that you emotionally felt numb and your mouth is already dry from the alcohol in your system. Finally, you decided to guess. It’s a 50/50 shot after all. 

“Sure, Georgie, I’d appreciate that,” you mumbled, walking alongside him towards the way to the girls’ dormitories. “Your arsehole of a brother left me by myself. Can you believe that?” 

Fred was almost offended that you couldn’t tell him and George apart, almost. But he took a look at your inebriated state and decided that he’ll let you slide this time. Plus, he heard a lot about your ‘truth serum’ phase drunk but he was yet to experience it, until today. He found it quite charming, but then again, he always found you charming. 

He’s had a crush on you for so long. One day you walked into the Burrow, and suddenly you were no longer his little brother’s best friend. You were Y/N. And he fell head over heels for you. Fred found you funny and gorgeous and sweet and so adorably cute, that sometimes George would have to hit him in the back of the head to get him to stop daydreaming over you. But alas, he thought you only saw him as your best friend’s brother. 

“I’ve got a lot of brothers, Y/N,” he chuckled beside you, arms at the ready in case you were about to fall over. “You’ve got to be more specific than that, love. You talking about Percy? Ron, maybe? Fred?” 

“Well, Percy is an arse but for a whole different reason,” you started, as if pondering the moments that you personally disliked his brother. This pulled out a snort from Fred because he agreed with you. Percy was an arse. You continued, “But no, I’m talking about Ronald, of course! He just leaves me there at a party that he dragged me into!” 

“Yeah, that’s a dick move, innit?” 

“I’d say so,” you hummed. Before you could stop yourself from talking, the alcohol took over your senses. “I’d never call Fred an arse, you see. I think he’s far too fit to be an arse.” 

As you entered your dormitory, Fred’s eyebrows shot up. Did you just call him fit? He led you to your bed, watching fondly as you plopped down on the cushion, “Is that so?” 

“Definitely,” you chuckled, burying your head into your pillow. “Don’t tell him this, Georgie, but I fancy him. I fancy him a lot.” 

“Do you now?” Fred’s cheeks reddened as he watched you nod and smile up at him, eyes droopy. 

“Yeah, I do,” you sat up, raising your pinky up in the air. “Pinky promise me that you won’t tell Freddie? Or-or use that twin telepathy thing that I think you guys have! Please, Georgie, you can’t tell him. I’ll be far too embarrassed if you do.” 

Unable to fight the smile on his face, he linked your pinkies together, “I promise, Y/N. But I don’t think you’d get embarrassed if he found out. Anyone would be lucky to have you have a crush on them.” 

“You’re sweet, Georgie,” you smiled, already half-asleep. “If only Fred thought the same as you.” 

Fred laughed as you dozed off, leaning against your bedpost. He draped a blanket over your small figure and placed a kiss on your temple before whispering, “He does. Goodnight, love.” 

-

“I’m never drinking again,” you groaned, rubbing your head with your hands. Hermione laughed beside you, ushering you to continue walking to get some breakfast to nurse your hangover. “I can’t believe I told George about my crush on Fred.” 

“Well, he’s bound to find out anyway,” she shrugged as you two sat in front of Ron and Harry. 

“Find out what?” Harry asked, not bothering to greet the two girls with a good morning. And to be honest, with the way you looked like you’d just been pulled out of another dimension, he assumed it has not been a good morning so far. 

Hermione giggled as she filled her plate, “Y/N told George about her crush on Fred last night.”

“Correction,” you interrupted, “Drunk Y/N did. Sober Y/N is regretting that decision.” 

“Wait you told George? When?” Ron asked, eyebrows furrowed. “Did you tell him before he came into my room to show me a prototype for their shop?” 

You stared at Ron like he was stupid, “What are you on? He walked me to my room last night.” 

“No, he was in my room last night.” 

“Well, he can’t be at two places at once, can he, Ronald?” you sighed a hint of attitude in your tone, shaking your head at your friend. The table froze, jaws hanging wide, before you caught on. Oh shit. You gasped, clasping your palm over your mouth, “Please tell me I didn’t.”

Ron erupted in unsympathetic giggles, laughing at your pale complexion, “Y/N, you told Fred you fancied him!” 

Eyes wide, you shook your head furiously, “No I didn’t!” 

“Well now we know why you’re not a Ravenclaw,” Harry added, joining Ron in his laughter fit. 

“Shut it, Potter!” you hissed, dropping your head in your hands. This cannot be happening. “Godric, please can the universe just eat me alive now?”

“Well now, he definitely knows.”

“Ronald, stop it.” Hermione poked your side, a terrified look on her face. “Uh, Y/N?”

“What?” Just as you thought things couldn’t get worse, Fred was walking to where you’re sat. Your heart was jumping in your chest. Your palms grew sweaty and you couldn’t stop your foot from nervously tapping on the floor. Should I run, you thought, or should I just act like nothing happened? 

Before you could make a decision, Fred took a seat beside you. 

“Hello, darling,” he grinned, biting his bottom lip. 

You squirmed in your seat, trying to ignore Ron and Harry’s muffled giggles in the back. You gulped, “Hiya, Fred. How you doin’ today?” 

“Lovely, thanks for asking,” he replied, a smile still etched on his face. He cocked his head to the side, “And yours, love?” 

You swallowed down the butterflies that flew in your stomach. You played with your thumbs, unable to look at him in the eye. “Fine.” 

“Good, good.” 

“Yup.” 

“Well, good talking to you,” Fred got up and dusted his pants, leaving you dumbfounded in your seat. Was that it? Well, you thought, that wasn’t so bad. You turned around, offering him a tight-lipped smile out of courtesy, before turning back around and returning to your food. 

“That was anticlimactic, wasn’t it?” Ron frowned. 

“Oh, Y/N,” Fred stopped and walked over to you again. He leaned down so close that you could smell the mint toothpaste he used that morning. His breath tickled your ear, making you shiver. Fred’s lips touched the skin that connected your neck and your ear, pressing a soft kiss there. Then he whispered, “I fancy you, too.” 

He shot you a wink before walking away. You blushed furiously, fingers raising up to trace the place where his lips once were. Grinning at your friends, you breathed out, “I think he knows.”

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@rexorangecouny

[truglori]

Homebody (Ch.1)

Summary: Amiyah is the younger sister of local drug dealer (Durkio). Shy and reserved she keeps to herself and stays out the way. But lately she began to find interest in his right hand man/ best friend (Erik Stevens). Wanting to get him to notice her she discovers that he already had her wrapped around his finger without even trying! There was only a few problems that kept her away from her fantasies , her brother that controlled almost every single breath she took and would kill anyone who looked at her that way and lastly Eriks girlfriend, Alexis , who they called the queen of the hood according to her lavish lifestyle as well as being with the next newest top boy in the making. While Alexis was his girl to the streets all Amiyah wanted to do was be his Homebody...

Durkio Faceclaim

Alexis Faceclaim

Amiyah Faceclaim

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Thick Black OC

Warning: language

Kicking off the covers from her legs for the fifth time that night Amiyah flipped over on the left side of the bed relieving herself from pressure that she felt on her right shoulder.

Picking up her phone she saw the time of 12:46 am. It wasn’t the discomfort she felt in her sleep or the extremely warm temperature of her room that woke her up. It was the blaring from her Durkio’s speaker that was gifted to him from himself as an early birthday present. She was cool with it the first couple of times, seeing as she used it as well to play music whenever she wanted to clean her room but this was starting to become annoying.

In the next five hours she had to be up early to open the clothing store she worked at. Durkio likes his music to be played loudly but for some reason tonight it was blasting.

Getting out of bed and slipping on her black UGG Tasman slippers Amiyah went to open the door and was met with the aroma of weed.

“Damn I guess the music isn’t the only thing that’s loud.” She tiredly giggled at her own humor.

Took Her to the O by King Von was the choice of song that woke her from her beauty rest. Shaking her head as she folded her arms she walked down the hall of their shared three bedroom apartment to see the dimmed living room foggy.

Swatting away the smoke she walked closer to the couch preparing to get onto her brother.

“Yo Durk, you know I have to get up for work in a few hours. Can you turn the speakers down or off please?”

Amiyah coughed through almost every word. She didn’t smoke so whenever she inhaled the air would hit her baby lungs causing her to react.

The music level turned down. Finally what seemed like forever the smoke was clearing the living room so she could see the face of her brother...or who she thought was her brother. It was Erik.

Leaning forward he put out his blunt on the ashtray, then he dusted off any remains of falling ashes from his dark grey Nike sweatsuit he rested his elbows on his knees.

Looking up at her with hooded eyes he licked his lips and the famous “sober up wipe” to the face followed after.

“Damn that’s my bad Miyah. I was in here just letting my phone play. I woke you up?” He asked with a small smile.

“Yeah a lil bit but it’s okay.” She spoke in a soft voice that was different compared to the tone she poke in before she found out it wasn’t her brother but her brother’s best friend and also..her crush.

Awkwardly standing there with her arms going back into their folding position making herself feel secured once she cover her tummy she decided to walk to the black leather recliner on the left side of him sitting down. She found herself being really close to him unlike any other times. Inhaling the air she could smell his cologne mix with the weed.

“Um, where’s Durkio?”

“He went out to the car to grab something real quick. He’ll be back.”

Erik got up putting everything that was laid out on the coffee table up. From the bags of weed by the pound to three glock 17s that was sprawled out everywhere. He knew this wasn’t new to her or anything but he wanted to be respectful to his partna’s lil sister. Even though he was the only child he knew that if he did had a baby sister he would want his boys to show the same respect.

Amiyah watched his every move. From the way he gave his sweats a tug around the inner thigh area giving him some room to breathe down there to then observing him pulling up the sweats before he sat down.

There she was doing it again, acting like a little stalker over this man. But she couldn’t help it. She found herself crushing on the best friend of her brother really hard. She was introduced to Erik at the age of seventeen. Just getting out of high school while her brother was already making a name for himself in the streets at twenty-three.

Durkio was coming up from being know for having the best exotics in the hood, some untouchable shit. He started to get more exposure and also more enemies. So along came his homeboy Erik, standing 6’3 and about 225 lbs solid. By the age of twenty-one he was already known to be a problem. Hot headed and a crazy mouth to match but also in a strange way quiet. It was like he knew when to turn it off and on. She notice that whenever she was around the duo he would be barely audible and sometimes completely quiet when she would walk into a room. Taking only glances at her and continued to keep it pushing.

Maybe that’s what she liked about him. Not only did they share the same characteristics when it came to not saying a lot while around others but he also didn’t try to put up a front in front of Durkio. His other homeboys did too much by just talking excessively to her about nothing while trying not to say the wrong thing too her to stay on the good side of her brother.

Amiyah wasn’t the only one doing some studying. Erik didn’t take his eyes off of her from the moment she stepped into the living room. He watched the twenty-one year old face turn from hard to soft as soon as she seen it was him in the place of where her brother usually sits.

Even through his hooded eyes he caught her covering her stomach and setting herself up in a defensive position, something he notice she always did when he was around. To Erik it seemed as if she was doing it because she wasn’t comfortable around him so he stopped his eyes from wandering over her body and other times not acknowledging her other than a head nod.

He already knew how his mans Durkio felt about his little sister. He was going to kill whoever did her wrong, let alone even looked at her like they had a problem. In Eriks eyes Amiyah was considered hood royalty. It wasn’t all talk either. A few months ago there was a young recruit that tried to get Amiyah’s number, who clearly wasn’t interested turned him down in the most modest way. Youngin tried to show out in front of his friends and slipped up and called her a fat bitch.

Once word got to Durkio he had the whole hood searching for the kid and when he found him, not only did he have the dude friends jump him my nigga literally fed him a bag of dog shit and made him eat it. Swallowing every drop.

“Yeah nigga you like to talk shit so you gon eat this muthafucka! You lucky I don’t get one of ya own mans to pop yo ass folk!”

Erik shook his head inwardly laughing about how the whole situation unfolded in front of him. Durkio was one crazy ass nigga! That’s why they was best friends though. Their personalities just matched.

Even though Erik to himself wasn’t official in the game a lot of people seem to think so. But that wasn’t the case, to him he felt he was just heavily associated with the ones surrounding it. Guess you can say his name got caught in the wrong mouth and they titled him without knowing the facts. He didn’t care though, he figured people was going to think what they wanted about him anyways so why try so hard to prove them wrong.

“Erik.” Amiyah looked over to seem him leaning back into the couch with his hands in his hoodie pocket. He was smiling to himself about something. She wondered what.

“Wassup.” He answered nonchalantly giving her his undivided attention

“Do you know how long he’s been gone?”

“Oh I’m not sure, I think five minutes or so. You want me to leave or something?” Erik asked on edge ruffling up his dreads a bit not wanting her to feel guarded in her own home.

Truth was Amiyah didn’t care so much about her brother’s whereabouts. She wanted to use these few minutes alone with him to feed her fantasies. Imagining just them two in his home not worrying about Durk busting in on them.

“No of course not. You’re good. I-I was just being nosy.” She tried her best laughing the nerves away while mentally face palming herself for stuttering.

Erik smirk. He could see the quiver in her bottom lip when she spoke. She was trying to hide it but it wasn’t working.

“Nah I feel you. You work tomorrow?” Deciding to spark up some conversation to help her relax with him.

“Yeah I open the store. So I have to be out of here by six in the morning.” Pushing her back against the recliner lifting one leg under the other she made herself cozy.

“Bella Ella Boutique right.”

Her eyes flickering at the fact he knew where she worked.

‘So he must pay attention to me.’

Is what she thought. If it wasn’t for her golden brown skin complexion she would be sure that Erik would know that she is blushing.

Along with a head nod she gave a small smile answering quietly. “Yeah that’s right.” She shifted her eyes not wanting to keep to much eye contact.

“You like working there? How long has it been by the way?” Resting his elbows on his knees once again, facing her, he gave her all his attention.

Placing her hands between her thick thighs to help calm her nerves she put her eye back on him.

“It’s okay...it’s just I wish they would hurry up and hire some new people already. Like I’ve been working so many hours and-“

She stopped mid sentence once she heard him chuckle.

Lightly giggling herself she shook her head. “What’s so funny?”

“You.” Erik swiping his bottom lip with his tongue before giving her a small smile.

This was the most he heard her talk this much in a while. Usually she would only say hi and bye and then every now and then ask about her brother but tonight she was keeping conversation like they were friends.

“Why am I funny? What I say?” Curious to know the reason.

“It’s nothing bad mama I just never heard you talk this much before. You be acting mad quiet around me.” Leaning back putting one arm at the top of the couch and resting the other on top of his crotch area.

Amiyah took in his form.

Did he just call me mama?

She couldn’t help catching his nickname.

Hit Different by Sza started playing softly in the background.

“Okay but you can talk to me too. I’m not the only one with a voice Erik.”

“You right and I’m a change that for you. When I come around I’ll start addressing you more. Is that good?” Staring into her soft brown eyes searching for an answer.

Playfully rolling her eyes trying her best to subdue her smile.

“Whatever-“

The front door open revealing her brother. Holding a bag of Burger King eating some fries.

“Aye my bad nigga I had to get sumn to smack on- Miyah fuck is you doing outta bed?” Durkio stop rummaging through the food once he saw her.

Erik scooting down further away from her towards the middle of the couch not trying to give his crazy ass any ideas.

“Uh Durk last time I checked I’m grown.”

He looked at her like she had four eyes.

“Girl you better quit acting like I ain’t raise damn near by myself. You bet get yo ass back in that bed fo’ yo ass miss work then you gon want me to pay you for the hours you miss.” He sat the bag of food down next to the ashtray that held about four roach blunts.

“Nigga she only out here cause I was blasting the music. I woke her up.” Erik winking at her defending her.

Her thighs clenched up at the small action.

I know he did not just make me wet by winking at me?

Of course this was only due to her inexperience. She never got pass kissing a guy and even that she felt needed some work.

Knocking her out of her thoughts her loud brother spoke again.

“Erik I don’t need you sticking up or lying for her and nigga where the fuck my weed at?”

He got up checking the cabinets pulling out a half ounce before looking back to see that his baby sister in the same spot.

“Miyah why you still here?” He asked breaking up the bud.

To people on the outside it may seem like Durkio was a mean brother but he really didn’t mean her any harm. That was just always how he was. He had a rough demeanor, so when he spoke it could come off offensive if you didn’t know him but both Amiyah and Erik knew that was just his mannerism. But all in all he loves his baby sister.

She smacked her lips. “I can’t hang out with y’all?”

“No. Hell is wrong with ‘dis girl?” He asked his friend chuckling.

Erik silently laughing at the bickering siblings. He unwrapped the whopper that he got from the bag before taking a bite while closing his eyes and savoring the grilled burger. Fast food always hit different when he was high.

Shaking her head she decided against arguing back and forth with her brother. She had to get up in a few anyways so it was time for her to head back to bed.

“Whatever I’m going back to bed. Night. Night Erik.” Getting up from the couch making her way out the living room area she turned to look at the duo one last time.

She caught Erik looking her up and down before giving her a head nod acknowledging her and mouthing a good night.

Disappearing in the hall and back into the room she sat on her bed replaying the conversation over and over which brought back the memory of his scent. Somehow she could still smell him as if he was right in front of her.

Smiling to herself she got up checking the time on her Apple Watch on her nightstand that read 1:34 am.

She had a few hours to get some sleep. Taking a last glance at herself in the mirror she realized she still had on her light blue silk bonnet the whole time in front of Erik.

Nooo.

Laughing at the embarrassing thought she shrugged it off before sleep took over her body again.

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Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven Part Twelve Part Thirteen

Hey guys this is my first story on here. Haven’t wrote in a while and so I just wanted to try it out again just to see if I still have it in me lol. I have a few ideas for this story but I’m not sure...anyways let me know what you guys think. Constructive criticism is allowed here.

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Lantern!Marinette

This was originally going to be for Teen Titians for MariBatMarck but let’s just say this is the intro for that okay okay. @maribatmarch-2k21

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Ao3 *** Part 1 *** Part 2

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Normal was not a word Marinette would use to describe her life. She could not remember any time her life may even be considered normal. Or maybe this is normal. Who knows.

One day she was getting ready for bed when a blue light floated into her room. It transformed into a dragon, or is it a bird, or maybe both. But it perched on her desk and turned to her.

"Hello little one. I am Adara, the Entity of hope. Within you is a true light of hope. Would you be willing to share that light and bring hope to the planet at Earth and the stars above?" Adara spoke calmly to her.

"Yes!" little Marinette spoke surely without hesitation. "I will share my light and make everything bright."

"Very well." Adara flew to her and wrapped her by their wings and they crossed space until they landed on Odym.

Yes Marinette was chosen by the ring at the age of six. To say it was a surprise when a child arrived at Odym was a shock to say the least. But her affinity with hope and the acceptance of the responsibility was inspiring.

After her questioning and recruitment she was granted a lantern ring.

"Repeat our oath and promise to all who we protect." The guardians Ganthet and Sayd spoke together.

"In fearful day, in racing night. With strong hearts full, our souls ignite. When all seems lost, in the war of light. Look to the skies, for hope burns bright." Was chorused by the three of them.

A light enveloped her an then she stood there in a royal blue dress, with a black stripe on each side, black cap cape on her shoulders, the skirt fluffed to about her knees, and a white sash and giant bow on the small of her back. Black fingerless gloves that went to her elbows, white sleeves covered her arms and white finger tips appeared from the glove s. White leggings and black ballet slippers round her legs. Her hair was held half up and half down by a blue bow.

Thus her training began. She learned how to harness and control her aura. Allowing her to fly and create projections. She learned to heal wounds. She learned the history of the cosmos. The role the Lantern corps have with in the universe.

She was a natural wielding the ring of hope. She was strategic and her flexibility and speed in combat was exceptional. That was why, when she fell and lost a tooth that couldn't be healed or regrown they began to panic.

So they did the only logical thing and called the Green Lanterns for reinforcements, because they remembered there were humans in the Green Corps.

"I come as fast as I could. What's the problem?" A man in a green corp uniform, the ring of will, he had short brown hair, a lightly tanned complexion, and when his mask disappeared and his eyes were a warm brown.

"Follow me," He was being led over to her by Saint Walker but she couldn't sit still and flew over to him, landing a few feet away.

"Hi!" she smiled up at him. "Your human aren't you? You have a green ring, so the ring of will. What solar systems have you visited."

"Marinette," Sister Sercy stopped her rambling placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Is this why you called a child was chosen and you need her to be escorted back to Earth?"

"That is not it,"Saint Walker clarified. "She is the most compatible being with the Hope ring."

"Then why call for help?"

"Well you see..." Brother Warth began but Marinette stepped in.

"I lost a tooth," Mari beamed at the Green Lantern who now kneeled in front of her.

"That's amazing, Bluebell. Which tooth was it?"

"This one here!" She smiled wider, pointing.

"Why are you not more worried about this?"

"Human children loose their first set or baby teeth and their adult or permanent teeth grow in, It is normal."

"Oh I see."

"What were you doing when you lost your tooth?"

"I was sparring with blank."

"Oh really, mind showing me."

"Can I!?"

"Do you think that wise?"

"It'll be fine. I'll keep the kid gloves on." Two projected oversized mittens covered his hands. Which elicited laughter from her. "I'm Hal Jordan what's your name, Bluebell?"

"Marinette!"

"Do you have a last name?"

"I think so, but I don't remember it or use it." she responded.

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After their spar, Marinette's transformation fell as she curled up into his side.

"Where are her quarters?" Hal picked her up and left to set her in her bed. "Get some rest okay." She nodded her head and replied sleepily. "Yes 'yawn' papa."

Hal made his way back to Saint Walker.

"What are your plans for her when she finishes?" "We aren't to sure. Most Blue Lanterns stay on Odym as there is not always a Green Lantern. Hope is useless without the will to act on it after all."

"What if she goes to Earth." He added. "Then are five Green lanterns of Earth meaning she would almost always have a Green an planet."

"That would be wise but I am not sure she is ready yet."

"She is strong for a Blue, no offense, her constructs were precise, her coordination and strategy may even be a rival to the strategist of Earth (cough 'Batman' cough). That said her will may even be strong enough for the Green Lanterns."

"Do you think that it is possible for the Guardians to allow her to train with and learn alongside the Green lanterns on Oa." Sayd drifted down into the conversation.

"Yes she is powerful and her will is on par with her hope." Ganthet added farther.

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That was how Marinette had been introduced and trained by the Green Lanterns until she was 13. Which was when she was finally allowed to travel to Earth along with Hal who had become her father figure. and her Uncle Stewart, she loved him but he was a tough drill instructor.

Once on Earth he had adopted her and given her his last name. She was now Marinette Jordan and she couldn't be happier.

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your eyes must be playing tricks on you.

there’s no other reasonable explanation. 

on the other hand, the shadow splayed out ever so comfortably on your couch seems to be very real. it must be just as aware of your presence as you are of its but to your surprise, it isn’t telling you to put your hands where it can see them or demanding to know where all your most valuable items are. it sits there, peacefully as if it owns the place. for a split second you consider the possibility that you walked into the wrong apartment but the key in your hand reminds you that the situation you are in is not your fault in any way. 

“so... are you gonna scream or just stand there?”

the figure’s voice is unmistakably masculine and drips with sass. you know you should feel scared. your heart should be pounding as your shaky fingers dial 911 and you hysterically report an intruder to the authorities and beg them to come fast. however, it seems that this stranger’s calm aura has rubbed off on you as you respond with an equally as unbothered tone.

“well, i would appreciate it if you invited me in.” you pause. “oh wait, it’s my apartment.”

with that, you step inside and go about your regular routine with a calmness you didn’t know you possessed; especially when there was an… unwelcome visitor lounging on your sofa. despite that, you kick off your shoes and toss your jacket somewhere on the floor like you normally would. you twirl your keys around your fingers as you go to turn to flick on the light switch. it rids you of the darkness that had settled upon your apartment and the stranger is completely revealed to you.

the first thing you notice about them is their sun kissed skin that’s littered in the freckles you would compare to the most captivating constellation. although, the stranger’s flawless complexion is the least of your worries considering the two horns that peek out from underneath their tufts of brunette hair. 

you physically restrain yourself from asking for his skin routine and instead opt for yet another sarcastic comment. “all ready for halloween, i see.” your eyes lock onto the appendages, choosing to ignore how realistic they were. “was party city having a sale?”

your comment seems to get your uninvited guest out of his daze as he scoffs. “are you kidding?”

“hey, this is my place, i ask the questions,” you scold.

he ignores you, instead going to tug on his horns. “these are all real, baby.”

you force yourself to maintain eye contact with him, waiting for him burst into laughter and tell you it was all a prank. instead, his unfaltering smug gaze pierces into you. you swear you stop breathing when his eyes flash bright red for a second.

“alright, you can tell the camera crew to come on out.” you glance around hoping this really was just some sort of hidden camera–practical joke type of thing. you half expect ashton kutcher jump out and tell you that you had gotten punk'd but you’re never granted that privilege. your eyes end up back on the boy lounging on your sofa and he returns the stare, eyes narrowed and mouth curved into a smirk.

it was almost… devilish. 

“oh my god.”

“not quite.” he finally stands, stretching his limbs out without a care in the world. “wanna try again?”

you stay silent, mouth slightly agape. there was only one other explanation. 

he’s satan. and he’s also in your living room. and the worst part was how undeniably hot he is.

you regret giving him the satisfaction of your stunned silence as it seems like that was the exact reaction he wanted. he laughs at your expression and it just sounds evil. 

“alright, alright. i’ll tell you what i am. but only because you mortals are always so cute when you’re scared.”

“i’m not scared, you idiot,” you interject without a second thought. “i just didn’t know i’d be selling my soul today. it’s a total bummer. i’m so young, i still have so much to do. i never even got around to trying yoga with ryujin!”

the boy’s eyebrows furrow in confusion. “your soul? did i say i wanted your soul?”

“well, you’re like, satan right? isn’t that what you do?”

he rolls his eyes. “i’m obviously a demon. satan is a loser who never leaves his fiery throne. which, by the way, isn’t as cool as it sounds. we’re not on the best terms at the moment.”

“so... you don’t want my soul?”

he shakes his head vigorously, looking disgusted at the mere idea of it. “what would i even do with it?”

“i don’t know. honestly i’m just going off of what i see in the movies.”

“that was your first mistake, baby.” he makes his way closer to you. “this isn’t the movies.”

“okay, back it up,” you say, attempting to put some distance between you and him.

he raises his hands in defeat as he obeys, retreating back to your couch. 

“why are you here of all places? shouldn’t you be sipping on a piña colada with satan right now?”

he crosses his legs nonchalantly. “like i said, we aren’t on speaking terms. in fact, i’m kind of… banned.”

“banned?” you echo. “from where?”

“hell? duh.” 

you scowl at his attitude. “it’s not my fault you’re on timeout.”

he pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. “don’t call it that. it’s just a punishment.”

“same thing,” you say, making your way into the kitchen. you weren’t sure if leaving a demon unattended in your living room was the best idea but the initial shock had already worn off. besides, it seemed like he had been in your apartment for a while already. “what did you do anyway?”

“it’s not even that bad,” he grumbles.

“must have been if you got kicked out of hell.” you chuckle to yourself as you open up your pantry, looking for something to stuff your face with. “do you understand how bad you must be if even the devil himself can’t stand you?” 

“i’m not bad, per se,” he says, picking at his nails. “just a little annoying.”

“no kidding,” you grumble to yourself, rummaging through your pantry, in pursuit of your favorite snack. you were sure everything would make more sense once you got some food in your system. when all you find is an empty, crumpled bag where your chips had once been, you whine loudly. “did you eat all my hot cheetos?”

“they reminded me of home!”

“i can see why they kicked you out,” you retort. 

“listen, i get that this is an inconvenience—”

“that’s kind of an understatement.”

“but, this is the only place i can stay. turns out people freak out when you appear in their living rooms. you were the only one that didn’t.”

“yeah, people usually don’t take too kindly to that—hold on, did you say stay?”

he crosses his arms over his chest. “where else am i supposed to go?”

“anywhere but here.”

he gives you an unamused stare, his eyes glinting red once again. 

“i mean, don’t you have any demon friends you can stay with?”

“not here. we avoid earth at all costs. it’s trashy. that’s why this is a punishment.” 

not even you can argue with that. “understandable. well, how long are you gonna be here?” 

“don’t know.” 

you blink at him. “so… you’re planning to crash with me until satan decides to be your friend again?” 

he groans. “first of all, he’s never been my friend. second of all, yes, that was the plan i had in mind when i broke into your house.” 

“broke in?” 

“well, actually i used teleportation powered by the dark arts to get in but i don’t think your tiny human brain is ready for that conversation.” 

“and i don’t think it’d be in your best interest to insult the person you’re currently trying to move in with.” 

that seems to shut him up, as he purses his lips together and stares at you blankly. 

“listen, if we’re going to do this, there’s gotta be some ground rules, okay?” 

he stays silent so you decide to continue. 

“you have to pull your own weight around here. you might be some powerful being of the underworld but that doesn’t mean you get out of laundry day and doing dishes, got it?” 

he seems displeased, if the frustrated huff of air he lets out is anything to go by. 

“and you have to promise me that by staying here you aren’t putting me in any kind of danger.” 

“well, i can’t guarantee i won’t cause problems,” he says, raking his fingers through the hair in between his sharpened horns. “but i can protect you from whatever crap comes our way.” 

you contemplate it. you weren’t entirely sure what a demon like him was capable of but it seemed like it would be a list that was equally lengthy as it was impressive. yet, you still can’t bring yourself to agree to anything. 

as if he senses your apprehensive nature, he grabs your chin, forcing you to look into his hazelnut eyes. you only get to admire the warm tint for a split second before his eyes flash red yet again. they stay glowing longer than any of the previous times; long enough for you to notice how shiny and bright they are, reminding you of ripe cherries. 

“i promise.” 

the tone of his voice is surprisingly firm and definitely the most serious you’ve heard him the entire night. he retreats his hand from you and you find yourself leaning forward, almost craving his touch. his eyes go back to their original hue and you feel yourself regain your senses. 

“what did you just do?” you ask, leaning back from him. “what kind of dark magic was that?”

he tries to conceal his smile but ultimately fails, his pearly whites coming onto display. “that wasn’t magic, baby. i believe you just got lost in my eyes but don’t worry. i would too.” 

you let out a bitter laugh. “oh my god, you’re vain.” 

“do you mortals have to mention him every five seconds?” he chides, grimacing. 

it takes you a moment to realize who he’s referring to but when you do, you erupt in laughter. “really? that gets to you? you’re pretty sensitive for a big and bad demon.” 

“i have a name, baby.” 

“so do i.” 

his lips curve into a coy smile. “donghyuck.” 

you give him your name in response, not even bothering to think about it twice, much to your surprise. most would probably be more hesitant to introduce themself to a demon, much less invite them into their home. 

yet here you were, doing both. 

he offers you nothing more than a grin—it seemed more genuine than the last—before turning on his heel to make his way farther into your apartment. “so, where will i be sleeping? i was thinking your bed would be ideal.”

“well, i was thinking you could start with a thank you,” you suggest, trailing after him. 

he saunters down the hallway, twisting the knob of the door second to the left and peeking in. you can only imagine how much snooping around he had done before you had arrived, judging by the fact that he maneuvered your home so expertly. 

he hums as he scans the room as if it’s the first time (which you’re sure it’s not). “it looks comfortable enough for the two of us.” 

you can tell there’s no arguing with him, especially as he steps inside and sits himself on the edge of your bed, hands running over the soft fabric of your comforter. he bounces up and down a couple times, seeming satisfied enough with the mattress. 

in the blink of an eye, he’s underneath the heaps of blankets, tucked in snuggly. 

you exhale, trying to maintain patience. “i can tell this whole dark magic thing is going to be a problem for me.”

even though only his eyes peek out from beneath the polyester sheets, you’re positive he’s wearing an obnoxious smirk. his voice comes out slightly muffled when he answers, “think of it as a blessing, not a curse.”

“we’ll see.” you try to suppress a yawn but it manages to escape you, eyes squinting and your hand clamping over your mouth. “right now, i gotta sleep. hopefully i’ll wake up tomorrow and realize this was all a dream.”

“so, what you’re implying is that i’m a dream?”

“i meant to say nightmare.”

“that’s more accurate.”

as if the dazed tone of his voice didn’t give his sleepiness away, donghyuck’s drowsy eyes and horns sinking into the soft plush of your pillow certainly did. he looked the least threatening right then and there and you decide that this is the donghyuck you like best. you can’t help the sudden urge you feel to curl up in bed right next to him and doze off into blissful unconsciousness. 

“what are you waiting for? get in here.”

could demons read minds too? you can’t be bothered to think about it for another second before you take donghyuck’s very tempting offer and crawl into your bed. you don’t care that you’re not in your pajamas or that you smell like coffee beans, courtesy of the cafe you worked at.

all you can seem to focus on is the feeling of donghyuck’s soft breath against your neck and his oddly cute snores. it was ironic; a demon all cuddled up beside you, sleeping like a baby. you almost giggle at the striking comparison. 

needless to say, you fall asleep with a smile on your face.

+

“you know, it really pisses me off to come home and see you sitting in the exact same position you were in when i left.”

donghyuck rolls his eyes, an expression he’s mastered over time. “what else am i supposed to do? you made it pretty clear that you hate my demonic rituals and that’s kind of my speciality.”

you shrug as you kick your shoes off upon entering your shared apartment. “i don’t know. but binging the entire marvel movie saga can’t possibly be healthy.”

“we don’t have this in hell!” donghyuck exclaims, gesturing to the television his eyes remained glued on. 

“well, you should get used to life on earth considering you don’t know how long you’re gonna be stuck here.”

“i’m already on it. pop culture is actually really informative.”

“not what i meant. i was thinking more along the lines of a job.”

donghyuck finally tears his eyes away from the television to give you an unamused stare. “that’s really funny, y/n.”

“i’m serious! would it kill you to get off the sofa?”

“no. nothing would. i’m immortal, remember?”

you narrow your eyes. “oh yeah, almost forgot. you’re gonna be a bother to me forever and ever.”

“this isn’t the ideal situation for me either. but no need to torture me with low life mortal tasks.”

“bills gotta be paid, it’s a part of life,” you respond, taking a seat beside him. “or else we’ll both be breaking into people’s houses and begging them to move in.”

“i didn’t beg, alright? and i didn’t break in either! i simply...  appeared.”

“that’s even worse.”

“you didn’t seem to mind when you were all snuggled into me this morning.”

donghyuck’s words paired with his taunting tone cause you to feel slightly warm but you ignore it for the sake of a comeback. “you seemed comfortable yourself because when my alarm for work went off your arm was pretty tight around me.”

you swear you see him pout for a moment. “that’s not my fault! there aren’t many people open to cuddling in hell! i was just… seizing the opportunity.”

“since you’re all about opportunities, you should really look into that job. remember what we agreed on? no slacking off.”

“i’m not! just look in the kitchen!”

you know whatever it is, you’re not prepared for it. nevertheless, you tiptoe to said area, hoping your roommate had simply followed instructions and done the dishes and swept. but, of course, that itself is too much to ask as you watch the sink overflow with suds, plates and silverware scrubbing themselves clean and floating into their respective cupboards. a broom dances across the tiled floor, dust flying everywhere. you find that the mess in your kitchen resembles a train wreck; you want to look away but you just can’t. 

you call out to donghyuck, eyes still trained on the chaos before you, asking, “what did we say about rituals?”

“it’s a little more complicated than a ritual, baby!”

once you finally gather enough willpower to walk away from the kitchen and whatever is happening in it, you return to the living room, placing yourself in front of the television that donghyuck is so entranced in. 

“you’re coming with me to work tomorrow, got it?”

donghyuck groans for a second before rolling his eyes dramatically hard. “fine. now, can you move? the avengers are about to fight thanos.”

you comply, retreating to your bedroom but not before shouting back, “iron man dies!”

you shut your door, donghyuck’s frustrated screeching still coming through loud and clear.

+

your phone alerts you that it’s 6 am by playing an alarm so loud donghyuck falls out of bed. comically enough, it’s the loud thump! that comes when donghyuck makes contact with the floor that really gets your eyes to flutter open. you peek over the edge of the bed, every bit of grogginess leaving your body the second you see your roommate tangled in your sheets, limbs sprawled on the ground. 

“are you okay?” you ask, laughter lacing your words.

“doing just fine,” he mumbles in response. soon thereafter, his eyes shut once again.

“hey! no way are you going back to sleep, we have work!” 

you drag yourself out of bed over to where donghyuck lays, attempting to resume his peaceful slumber. you grab his arms, attempting to hoist him up. you’re almost positive he’s making it more difficult than it should be as he lets his body go completely limp in your grasp. when you finally get him standing upright, he smiles lazily at you, obviously still half asleep. 

“c’mon dork, you need to get ready. you’re gonna make some cash today!”

+

donghyuck makes it clear he understands nothing as the morning progresses.

he doesn’t get the importance of being on time or even working in the first place. he offers to just take out your landlord, which according to him will “solve all your problems”, more times than you count and you’re sure that if he mentions it one more time you’d actually consider it. he also claims he doesn’t understand the concept of a shower, asking you to help him out, yet the knowing smile on his face lets you know he’s more than well aware of what it entails. unfortunately, you realize this after spending more time than you’d care to admit explaining the concept of getting naked to him in a tight, confined space to him only for him to request a demonstration. 

upon leaving your apartment, more new things are revealed to donghyuck. you can’t help but admire the wonder and awe in his eyes. the adoration quickly wears off when he throws a temper tantrum at the subway station, refusing to board it and you have to physically force him on and promise that no, he won’t get trapped inside.

despite the slight bumps in the road, you arrive at your shift with time to spare. the clock tells you that you won’t have to be behind the counter for another five minutes so you grab your apron and provide donghyuck with one too. you give him quite possibly the quickest tour of the cafe ever and explain to him over five times what you were there to do (“so, we just take people’s orders? we serve them?” “and they pay for it.” “just when i thought it couldn’t possibly get dumber”). you end putting him on cleaning duty since you were well aware of his lack of social skills. he frowns when you tell him he has to do it himself, no magic allowed. the last thing you needed was someone getting nearly knocked over by a levitating broom and bringing it to your manager’s attention. speaking of—

“good morning, y/n,” greets doyoung. his hair is slicked back and his eyes shine, as always. “always a pleasure to see you on your shift.”

donghyuck watches you cautiously, observing the way you smile nervously and avoid meeting doyoung’s eyes. he assumes he has some kind of authority over you. 

“and hello there. who might you be?”

doyoung is now very aware of donghyuck’s presence, giving him a wide smile but a menacing stare. you don’t get a word out before donghyuck’s giving him a polite smile and nod of his head.

“i was just hired, y/n is showing me the ins and outs. i honestly could not be happier working under leaders like you, sir.”

doyoung hums, obviously enjoying donghyuck’s praise enough to let it blind him from the fact that you hadn’t even been hiring in the first place. “sir, huh? haven’t heard that one before.” 

donghyuck holds his breath, wondering if he had overdone it.

“i like it. you seem like a hard working fellow. glad to have you on the team.” your boss gives him a firm pat on the back before walking away, probably to go scare some other employees. 

donghyuck sticks his tongue out at him once his back is turned and you simply laugh, smile still present on your face when your first customer arrives.

+

“i’m here!”

you glance up from the cash register to catch your coworker rushing in, looking frazzled… as always.

“hey mark,” you greet, giving him a welcoming smile. “i’m so glad you’re here. there’s been this crazy demand for frappuccinos all day and you know i suck at those.”

mark chuckles as he ties on his apron. “no offense, but the only order you should be taking are the puppuccinos.”

you shoot him the most non-threatening glare possible which ends up with you bursting into a fit of laughter. “i’m not even gonna argue with that.”

“hypothetically, if i made doyoung’s coffee explode on him but made sure he didn’t know, would you be mad?”

you roll your eyes at donghyuck’s bold entrance yet you still giggle. “at this point, i say go for it. ooh, maybe we could even sneak out while he’s cleaning it up. what do you say, mark?”

where there would usually be a giddy laugh, there’s nothing but silence on your coworkers behalf. you put a pause on counting the money in the register to steal a glance at mark who’s eyes are dead set on donghyuck who also seems to be intensely focused on the blonde. 

“demon,” mark mutters.

you feel yourself freeze up; how could he possibly know? despite the panic that settles upon you, you’re sure donghyuck will find a way to handle the situation. you expect a lie, maybe even some magic if the situation called for it. when you see his lips curve upwards sinisterly, you know you’re in for an entirely different outcome.

“angel.” there’s a teasing lilt in donghyuck’s voice; it sends chills up your spine.

mark’s jaw is clenched and you know he’s equally as tense as you are. “we should go, y/n.”

“mark, he’s just—”

“now.”

the sudden desperation yet dominance in mark’s tone is even more alarming than donghyuck’s. 

“you know,” donghyuck begins, rounding the counter, dramatically. “i’ve never been a fan of the way guardian angels think they own their person.”

you swear your brain shuts down. there was no way you had come into contact with a demon and now an angel—your guardian angel. and there was definitely no way it was your closest coworker, right?

“it’s our responsibility—she is my responsibility.”

donghyuck folds his arms as he gives mark a once over. “you won’t mind if i take over, right?”

mark chuckles, begrudgingly. “you know i can’t let that happen.”

“i’m not hurting her, i’d never hurt her.” donghyuck takes his place next to you, wrapping an arm around you. he peers down at you, eyes glowing red for the first time since your first encounter. “my angel.”

you know the nickname is to piss mark off and you assume it works as you observe his hands clench into fists. although, you’re more focused on how the pet name effortlessly rolled off donghyuck’s tongue, like temptation itself. 

“don’t make this difficult for yourself,” donghyuck continues. “you know feelings are dangerous. that’s what they tell you when you first sign up. just don’t let that get you into trouble, got it?”

the tension is suffocating and you almost wish a customer would enter the currently empty cafe to save you from it. although, donghyuck makes sure that you don’t have to endure it any longer as a second later, you’re both gone, only a cloud of red smoke left behind. 

mark stands alone in the cafe.

he had gotten this job for you; to look after you. 

perhaps he had caught feelings, as well.

he assumes that was his first mistake. 

+

when donghyuck takes you back to your apartment, it seems the awkward atmosphere from the cafe has followed you home.  

“uh, can i ask what that was all about?”

“that guy, mark was it? yeah, he’s your guardian angel. i can’t stand it when those guys act like they’re in charge of the person they’re sent to look after,” he seethes. 

you watch donghyuck’s fit of frustration carefully, eyes wide. when he sees how confused you are he can’t help but sigh. 

“i’m sorry, i just… didn’t appreciate him acting like you were his. guess i don’t really like the thought of that.”

you would have to be oblivious beyond compare to not realize donghyuck was completely and utterly jealous. you prod him further, asking, “well, then who would you rather i belong to?”

he glances up at you. “whoever you want, baby.”

“you know what? i think i have somebody in mind.”

not even a second later, donghyuck takes you back in the security of your bed, under your piles of fluffy blankets. what feels most comfortable (and strangely familiar) is the feeling of donghyuck’s arm clinging to you, making you sure you’re pressed right into his chest like a puzzle piece. 

“the person you had in mind was me, right? ’cause if not, this might be awkward.”

your eyes roll back despite knowing he can’t see it. “no, it was mark.”

“not funny.”

your shoulders shake with laughter. “it’s a little funny.”

“whatever, keep laughing. just let me hold you, alright?”

“that would be heaven.” silence settles upon the both of you as you go into nearly hysterical laughter. “get it? because you’re a demon… from hell… and that’s like, the opposite—”

“yeah, i get it, baby.” he pauses. “how many more lame jokes surrounding me being a demon will i have to endure?”

“i definitely have more where that came from so my guess is...  more than you can count.”

he moans in displeasure. “you’re lucky you’re cute… for a mortal.”

[caxsthetic]

With Bond

Miya Atsumu x F!Reader

Summary: The benefit of knowing him since high school, was how you knew every little thing that he needed. You could solve all of his problems, watching his back on every single move. But this one particular issue? You need someone else to back you up.

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"I don't want to live anymore..!"

It had been the most torturous forty minutes of your life.

"I didn't get the number that I wanted, they messed it up!"

He whined, and whined, and whined.

"What did I do in my past life to be treated like this?"

And there you were anyway, listening to every word that spilled from his lips as you sat across from him. By breathing in the steam from the cup of coffee in your hand, at least the circumstance became a little bit—bearable, to say the least.

"Atsumu, dear, I love you. But my ears are going to bleed if you whined just one more time." To the world he was that one person who never once looked like a clown. Perfect hair, pretty face, megawatt smile, picturesque man that every woman wanted to have and every male population wanted to be, "Have you talked to the club about this?"

"Ngh, no?" How in the world did I agree to be his girlfriend in the first place. You let out a sigh and put down the cup of coffee on the kitchen counter, "There's nothing I could do once I got the jersey number, (Y/n). It's not Jackals anymore, it's a goddamn national!"

He had been so giddy ever since he became one of the setters to the Japan National team. It was great with how he didn't feel butthurt for becoming the benchwarmer (Though he would grumble under his breath every time Kageyama popped on the television screen).

Ever since he confirmed his jersey number with the association, he always spent his time sitting on the terrace. Hoping that his jersey would appear miraculously in a matter of second.

Today, he finally got it. And when you heard him scream (Wailing to be exact) on the outside, you knew for sure that something wasn't right.

"It's not his number, (Y/n)..." His nosy whining was now died down, replaced with a sad baby phase, "How can I face Samu, now? I don't want him to think that I forget about him!"

It was incredible actually—how he always thought about his brother. As much as he told the whole world how he wished he was born without a carbon copy of himself, deep down, he loved his brother with all of his heart.

"Isn't it supposed to be a surprise?" You stood up and walked towards your boyfriend, "He didn't know, right? That you were going to use his High School number?"

"He didn't know..." He huffed and grabbed your hand when you were finally near, "I am sad..." You could only chuckle at this, "The match is next week. It's sad enough that he couldn't watch it in the stadium, and now this..."

You knew how important the game would be for him. He had been running in the same direction since childhood. And even though he lost someone in the middle of his journey, he still continued the dream.

"Hey, now." You pulled him towards you, resting his head on your chest while your fingers roamed in the strands of his hair, "How about we take a break? Maybe a date? Let's just get your mind off—things."

He looked up at you, golden brown orbs gazing at your face with admiration as if you just declared him as the best setter in the world (He was indeed the best setter for you, but you were not in the mood to meet his cocky self).

"Ooohh, where will we go?" You chuckled softly from how excited he sounded just now. Your fingers stroking on his now better coloured hair—unlike his high school one—setting the fringe up.

"That's for me to know and for you to find out, Atsumu."

He was so so eager, looking so innocent as he buried his face on your chest once again. Not knowing what laid for him in the future.

»»————-　♔　————-««

"I regret shit."

"Uhuh, of course you do, Atsumu."

"How could you do this to me?!"

"Don't be such a wimp and shut yer trap!"

He swallowed a huge lump, a thin layer of sweats already glazed his forehead due to the nervousness. When you said you were going to take his mind off things, he didn't expect you to lead him here.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please wear your seatbelts right away." The announcement from the speaker made him more agitated than before.

"(Y/n), I don't want to die. Please, please, I don't want to do this." You snorted from his exclaim, he was always—dramatic. "Can we go back to the merry-go-round, please?"

"You are a twenty-six years old man, Atsumu. Man up!" Your statement only answered with a groan, "Come on, let me check your seatbelts." Both of you were now in the front row—of a rollercoaster.

"Baby, if I die, I want you to know that I love you so much but at the same time I want to throw you on a gutter." He said it with the sulky tone, "Why do you always bully me, (Y/n)? Samu is enough."

"That’s how Osamu and I showed our love for you, you big baby." You booped his nose with your index finger before positioning yourself once again, "Come on, Atsumu, don't pout like that."

Since both of you came to the amusement park, you noticed how people glanced towards your direction. Well, if you had a famous setter wearing a casual sweatshirt as your boyfriend, you have to prepare for all the stares—and sometimes the glare, "Atsumu, look!"

You grabbed his chin and directed it to the horde of the crowd who had their phones up, camera rolling to record every movement and expression of the national's setter, "Smile for the camera, dear!"

"I am going to wreck you tonight for doing this to me." He spitted the words under his breath,

"That’s if you survive."

"I fucking will."

»»————-　♔　————-««

Well, he was not, at least not completely.

"There, there, baby." You have been patting his back for five minutes now, "Do you need water again? I am sorry, I will treat you to any place that you want after this..."

Concerned lingering in every word that you spilt. His face was incredibly pale once he got down from the rollercoasters, and when he suddenly ran behind a tenant, you knew something wasn't right.

He grabbed the water bottle from your hand, gulping it down to erase the taste of a nightmare from his throat.

"Please don't ask me to ride it again." The setter asked you with a genuine plea, "I swear if you are not there to grab my hand, I would see my soul fly away."

You frowned at this and engulfed him in a big hug. Yes, it was fun at first, with how loud he could be when he complained about almost anything (Just like a baby). But never once you would want to see him like this,

"I am sorry, Atsumu..." You muttered softly, and within seconds, he immediately wrapped his arms around you, enjoying the comfort that you radiate, "Let me make up for it, okay? How about lunch? I know a place that you would really love."

He didn't answer you, nodding softly and just pulled your body closer with him. You couldn't blame your boyfriend from becoming like a lifeless corpse since you were practically the cause of it, "Then let's go."

You eyed the area around you, trying to sneak out from the prying eyes of his fans. With hands interlaced with him, you strolled the amusement park as subtle as ever. When you walked, you could feel how sweaty his hands were—and goddamn it broke your heart because you were the cause of it.

"Oh my god, that's Miya Atsumu!"

"W-What? The setter?!"

"Take a picture, take a picture! OMG who is that ugly woman?"

You tried to ignore all of the murmur around you, and for that you decided to walk faster. Still, that last line you heard stung your heart (Even if you have heard it all the time), you just wanted to get away from this place and get your boyfriend to safety.

But Atsumu noticed something amiss from your expression,

"Shut it, you pigs!" You got pulled by him when he suddenly turned his head towards the woman, "Look at yourself first if you're ever going to insult someone!" He scoffed one last time before dragging you away, "Come on, I hate it here more than anything now."

Your eyes widened as you saw the annoyed facade that plastered on his face. It was rare for him to actually snap—he grew so much since high school after all. But one thing, one thing that he wouldn't let it slide was when you or people that he held dear in his life, insulted.

"Atsumu..."

You called out to him, wanting to catch his attention, "Atsumu, dear..."

When the two of you finally arrived at the parking lot, that was when he faced you. You could see the pained and rage in his orbs, swirling there as his mind replayed the words that he heard before.

"Hey, baby." Your voice sounded so delicate, angelic even in his ear, "Thank you for standing up for me." Your thumb grazed the back of his hand. And from the little gesture, his orbs gradually filled with a warmth gaze, "You are the best boyfriend that I could ever ask."

He snorted and rolled his eyes from the praise, a contrast to how his lips shaped into a sweet smile,

"You know I always hate it when people hate you for no reason." It was not the first time you received such words. But even though you started to get used to it, he never once would be, "No one. I swear no one. Could insult you right in front of me and didn't get a taste of spite."

He was rarely being sweet—if you had to be honest. Your relationship with him filled with banter and jokes (And some innuendo here and there). So when he acted like this, you always savoured the moment, imprinted every movement, every word, every flutter of his lashes—deep inside your heart.

"Alright, alright." You answered him, and he leaned his head closer to yours. Knowing what he was going to do, you shut your eyes, and when his lips met with the soft skin of your forehead, a wide smile emerged on your complexion, "I love you, Atsumu."

"I love you too, my pretty bully."

»»————-　♔　————-««

You flickered your gaze between the road in front of you to your boyfriend who was incredibly quiet for the whole ride. You thought going out and having one hell of a day could distract him. But when all of the crazy events were done, it was back to square one.

He knew how he acted right now made the woman that he loves worried. Yet, he could not help but think about the match with Argentina next week. He planned everything for that day. From how he would show his brother that he was there with him, to a plan that he had for you at the end of the game.

"Oh, shit. Sorry, 'Tsumu, but I couldn't be there." A frown slipped on his facade in an instant. The setter thought that he would have his brother by his side when he was at one of the biggest milestones of his volleyball career, "Hello? ‘Tsumu, you there?"

"Yeah, yeah." You leaned your body on the door frame, listening in to the conversation that you knew—didn't turn up good for your boyfriend, "Yeah, I get it. That's alright. That's fine, Samu."

After he hung up, you could see how the giddy smile that once spread on his face, now replaced with a solemn expression. His eyes never leave the screen which darkened gradually, scrutinizing the picture that was taken on one of his games with Schweiden Adlers. A picture of him with the owner of Onigiri Miya.

"He couldn't come." He said with a low tone as the screen blacked out completely, "Things about meeting and such with some business partner from overseas. Expanding Onigiri Miya to another country."

But even though he was hurt by the fact that his twin wouldn't be there physically with him on his first game as national's setter, his words coated with something else. Because through his eyes—he could see that the two of them were basically at one of the biggest milestones. Even when they were on a different path,

They were winning in life today.

The gloomy look from before was gone as a smirk appeared on his face. His eyes twinkled with excitement with pride burned on his orbs. Then he turned to look at you, lips shaped into a broad grin,

"He's awesome isn't it?"

He chuckled under his breath, staring outside the window car as he replayed the information that he got a few days ago. But then he sighed once again when his mind went back to the jersey's number that he got, making him grumble.

"Atsumu, we are home."

"I know."

He didn't. He was actually too lost in his own thought he didn't realise that you already parked the car on the driveway. You unclasped his seat belts after doing yours, resulting in him to turn his face on you, a genuine smile on his face.

There was no need for you to do that, but it was just a habit of yours to spoil him here and there. A little gesture that was so simple it was unnecessary but gave so much impact in his heart, "Thank you."

"You are welcome," You leaned in and kissed his cheek shortly, bringing a flutter of butterflies to storm inside his stomach. His cheek tinted with pinkish hue after that as he shook his head, still abashed once in a while when he received an affectionate gesture from you.

You got down from the car first, leaving him to settle down his feelings that still branched out all over the place. His gaze trailed on your figure that was now gone behind the front door. You were an angel in his eyes, someone that always stayed for him, no matter how antics he was.

To found you and actually have a chance with you was a blessing for him, and you were one of the things that he never wanted to trade with anything. I should stop being a burden, he thought, realising how childish he acted since yesterday he received the cursed jersey.

With a new mindset, he got down from the car and ran inside, wanting to just engulf you in a hug. He wanted to embrace you, pampering your face with lots of kisses for staying, and for god sake he couldn't wait for the match because by then—hopefully—you would agree to be his forever.

"You stupid, I told you that I put the key on the second pot!" But he didn't expect to hear you having a conversation with someone,

Atsumu tiptoed as he made sure to close the front door carefully, wondering who could make you laugh as beautiful as that. And when he popped his head to the kitchen, his pupil dilated as his gaze fell to the exact copy of him.

There was a different spark in his eyes the second he laid his eyes on the black haired man. His mouth agape, too starstruck as he just stood there with a stupid look on his face,

"W-What the fuck are you doing here?!" Something that couldn't be mistaken from his shout was excitement, and you were there sharing a look with his twin and chuckled from his outburst. Realising how he acted just now, the setter immediately cleared his throat and calmed himself down; at least he tried to, "I mean, what are you doing here?"

Osamu raised one of his eyebrows playfully, a hand rested on his hips as he stared at the national's volleyball player,

"A little bird told me that you were sulking and she needed my assistance to make sure you were back to your usual self." His words dripped with smugness as he looking down at the groaning man in front of him,

"Duh, both of you would only bully me at the end."

"That's exactly our job."

"Grr..."

But despite the complaints that rolled from your boyfriend's lips, there was a grateful gaze on his eyes as he looked at you. He was too shy—no, not shy. He was too prideful to ask for his brother's presence. Even if he needed it so badly, he would just sulking and whining, literally do nothing.

"Okay, boys. Go out to play some volleyball, I am taking care of the kitchen for today." So as someone who knew him for a long time, you were ready to do things for him as long as he was happy. You were ready, to be there pushing him forward and got his back.

"Thank you so much," He ran up to you, pushing his brother aside and engulfing you in a big hug. Lips close to your ear as he whispered, "Thank you for everything."

And he would be forever grateful, to have you in his life.

»»————-　♔　————-««

Today was the day, the big day for him and the entire monster generation—ah, the nickname which he got from his ex-captain that he respected so much. Thrill and excitement surrounded the entire stadium as cheers and shout never once died down. Filling his lungs with remarkable energy.

"Hoi, Atsumu." The athletic trainer of the national team called him as the entire team prepared themselves in the changing room, "Catch this."

"What-"

He was not ready to retrieve anything as a plastic bag being thrown towards him, greeting his face at the process, "-The fuck!" He whined, making the entire team to snicker; and for Sakusa to cringe hard.

Atsumu rolled his eyes and fetched the bag from the floor, eyeing it with confusion written in his eyes, "Huh? Why did you give me this jersey? I already had one." He opened up the seal,

And he couldn't help but let out a small gasp.

"Oh, your wife called and told me that we printed you the wrong number."

Wife. How the words rolled down from someone else's tongue sounded so beautiful as he heard it.

In his hand, there was a brand new jersey that was still fresh from the production house. It was the same with what he wore right now. Red coloured fabric and soft texture. The only difference? The number that printed large in the chest.

It was eleven.

"You better wife her now, Atsumu." He flinched a little when he heard Ojiro's voice beside him, "The two of you had been together since high school anyway. Don't tell me you still worried that someday she would leave?"

Ah, him in the past was incredibly stupid—and it actually got worse by time. He used to talk to either Kita or Ojiro about his feelings for you. About how he didn't deserve to be with someone who literally could have anyone with how caring and thoughtful you were from the start.

But you chose him. You chose him before, you chose him now, and you swore you would choose him over and over again.

"Aran-kun," He called out to his senpai with a determined look on his face, "How long did we have before the match started?" He took off his jersey,

"Hm?" The wing spikers looked at the clock, "We have fifteen minutes, why?"

"That's enough." The platinum blonde setter was now wearing the new jersey, and somehow, he felt powerful. As if he was not alone as he grabbed a little box from his locker, "You were right, Aran-kun."

"What was right?" Everyone was now eyeing the interaction between the two. Curiosity playing in each of their orbs, wondering the reason behind the setter's sudden change of behaviour.

Atsumu stared at the box in his hand as a genuine smile emerged on his face. It was lightweight, but he felt like he had the entire universe in his hand at the moment. Because it was exactly how it is. Because the box held his possible future. A future that he wanted to have only if you were there with him.

He turned towards Ojiro before resting one of his hands on the shoulder of his teammates, patting it softly.

"I better wife her up now."

And in just a split second, Miya Atsumu dashed away from the locker room, ignoring all the shouts and cheers from his teammates. He sped up, running without a care in this world as his mind only filled with a thought of you.

He ignored all the confused glance that was being thrown towards him, ignoring all the squeal and scream from people that he walked past to. He didn't feel nervous, not even a slightest as he finally set his foot on the VIP bleachers where you sat.

But he was starstruck. He saw you there with his old jersey that was tucked under a simple pair of jeans, looking as magnificent as ever. His focus was all for you, he didn't care how the commentator called out to him, he didn't care when the camera zoomed on his face and followed his every move.

He walked up to you with confidence radiated from him. And you, you could always sense when he was in the same room with you. You whipped your head towards his direction, eyes widened as you didn't expect to see him right now.

"Atsumu, what are you doing?"

You asked, and just like any other day it filled with love and adoration. He didn't feel nervous before, but now as he stood right in front of you, that was when all of the realisation dropped upon him.

What if you say no?

What if you wouldn't look at him?

What if you didn't like all of the attention?

But all of a sudden, the worry that he had in his mind vanished into a thin air. You could do this, It was as if someone whispered in his ear, Come on, dumbass, she's waiting, It was as if he could feel one comforting hand patted his back at this very moment, Go get your girl.

And now he was ready,

"Be mine forever, (Y/n)."

From how tears glossed your eyes, how you clamped your mouth with your hand, how you let out a sob. And from the nod of your head that you gave to him,

He was sure that he was winning in life today, and any other day as long as he had you.

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There really is no competition

VDS Week 2021

Day 5: Vacation

Ao3

This is a continuation of My Only You, so you should probably read that first, if you haven’t already.

~o~

“God, you're are worse than these two.”

Lucas looks up from where he sits on Jens' lap, trying to feed him some smores. He admits he was a little lost in Jens' giggle, reaching up to wipe away the chocolate around his mouth and just barely holding back from using his lips to kiss it off. Jens looks up too, confusion visible on his face as he turns his gaze to Moyo, whose words sounded harsh but there is a genuine smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Did you hear that, Robbe? We have competition,” Sander says with a smirk and Robbe just rolls his eyes at him fondly, used to his boyfriend's antics.

“There really is no competition, guys,” says Jens, sounding serious, but then he circles his arms around Lucas and reaches up to press a short but sweet kiss to Lucas' lips. And even though they have been dating for three months now, Jens' kisses still leave his lips tingling. “We're clearly cuter than them,” Jens continues with a pleased little smile that Lucas wants to kiss off.

Lucas hears Robbe and Sander scoff and say in unison: “You wish.”

There's a round of ohhhh's coming from Moyo and Aaron and Lucas can't fight the laugh at the ridiculous situation. When he looks at Jens he isn't much better off, but still rolling his eyes in fake protest.

It's only been two days since Jens has told his friends that he is bi and in a relationship with Lucas. He hadn't expected Jens to be so open with his affections, considering it was him who wanted to keep it a secret in the first place. Not that he is complaining, not in the slightest. He was still kinda wary with his touches, not sure how comfortable Jens would be, coming out only two day ago. Lucas wanted Jens to have the choice and control of how affectionate he wanted to be, didn't want to assume that he could simply kiss him in front of the others just because he had come out to them.

But then the next morning at breakfast Jens kissed him when Lucas came into the kitchen, so sure and unrelenting, not caring that the others were grumbling behind them at the PDA. And from then on, Jens has barely put any distance between them. Jens himself seems happier too, as if a weight has been taken off his shoulders, which, Lucas considers, is probably exactly that.

Keeping them a secret has been wearing down both of them. It was thrilling in the beginning but it became pretty difficult pretty fast having to rein in his touches and keeping a reasonable, platonic distance towards Jens whenever they were in public.

And apparently they weren't as successful at being discreet as they both thought they were. When Jens told Robbe, he looked at them both and the dimples were deep in his face caused by the wide smile he gave them both. “I knew it. I always thought there was something going on.”

At Jens' alarmed gaze Robbe pedaled back and said: “Don't worry, I think I'm the only one who noticed. Moyo and Aaron are idiots and caught in their heteronormative world view.” After that, Jens told the rest of his friends and since then Lucas has reveled in every bit of freely offered affection: Jens reaching out for his hand, tangling their fingers together, him playing with his hair, painting silly things on his back with sunscreen and those sweet little pecks that make Lucas want to reel Jens back in for more.

“But on a serious note, you really are great together and I'm happy for you,” says Sander and he shoots them a genuine smile. Lucas gives a smile of own, grateful for the words. Since he arrived in Antwerp Sander has become one his best friends, bonding over art, music and being a little shit, teasing the hell out of their other friends.

“Thank you,” says Jens softly and then his gaze turns towards Lucas. He looks deep into his eyes and Lucas is unable to tear his gaze away from the hypnotizing way the flames of the bonfire dance across Jens' nearly black eyes. Jens is all warmth and comfort and safety and Lucas can't hold himself back when he pulls him in for a deep and lingering kiss, leaving a few more pecks on his mouth before he pulls back finally. Jens' gaze is soft and warm and he feels how his arms circle him even closer into Jens' body.

“Ugh, okay. That's it. I take it back. You guys are actually worse,” Sander says and makes a retching sound but his voice is still full of fondness. Lucas and Jens let out a laugh after Robbe playfully hits Sander on the arm and he actually pouts.

“Mission accomplished, then,” says Jens and this time Lucas does kiss off the smug smile.

~o~

They only have two days left of their vacation and Lucas will seriously miss not being able to admire a shirtless Jens in swim shorts basically 24/7. The sun is shining down on their skin pleasantly warm and only shortly away from being on the brink of becoming too hot. The beach isn't as crowded today and they have no problem finding beach chairs for all of them. Lucas watches how Jens stretches out on his chair, pulling his arms behind his head, defining his toned arms and torso. The view makes Lucas swallow and he has to tear his eyes away before he does something stupid. Jens opens his eyes and finds Lucas', trying to suppress a smile. “Like what you see?”

Lucas doesn't understand why he is still so affected by Jens and blushes at the words. Before Jens told the others, Lucas found it easier to ignore the thoughts that crept up when he saw Jens like this. Maybe because he knew that touching him was off the table, knew he couldn't. But now, he was technically allowed but wasn't sure how to go about it. This was uncharted territory even for him.

Jens stands up abruptly and comes to stand next to Luc's beach chair. “Sit up and scoot forward.”

“What?” Lucas asks confused. Jens gives him a warm smile and only then does Lucas notice the bottle of sunscreen in his hand. “Oh,” is all Lucas says and suddenly feeling unreasonably nervous. Kissing Jens in front of his friends is one thing, accepting this kind of touch in front of strangers is another, making even him a bit hesitant. He is once again baffled by how fast Jens has become comfortable with touching him in front of people. Lucas does as Jens asks though and then Jens sits down behind him, knees pressing against Lucas' outer thighs.

Jens presses a light kiss to his shoulder and then he can hear the click of the bottle opening. Next to him he sees Sander wiggle his eyebrows suggestively and letting out a teasing whistle. Lucas gets flustered again and throws him a “Shut up, Sander.” Behind him he hears Jens chuckle quietly and Lucas repeats his sentiment, blushing despite himself, thankful that Jens can't see it. Jens squeezes his knees against his thighs shortly and begins rubbing the sun screen on Lucas' back.  

It's not what Lucas expected. Jens is methodical about it, spreading the cream across his back until all of it is covered. His touch is gentle but thorough and he takes his time, massaging Lucas' shoulder a little bit at the end. Lucas has to close his eyes at how good this feels. He lets out a satisfied hum and Jens pulls at his shoulder until his head lays on Jens' chest. Lucas melts a little bit when Jens leans down to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. “All done, baby.”

This time, Lucas is pretty sure it's Robbe who does the retching sound but right now Lucas couldn't care less, soaking up Jens' warmth emanating from his chest. He lingers for a few seconds until he sits up again and turns around to face Jens. “Your turn.”

Jens hands him the sunscreen and turns around, but not before he pressed a quick kiss to Lucas' lips. Lucas pours some lotion on his fingers and his hands are only shaking a little bit when he sets them on Jens' back. His skin is warm from the sun and his beautiful complexion already sun kissed from the previous days at the beach. Lucas spreads the sun screen on Jens' back, hyper aware of every bit of skin he touches, unbelievably happy that he gets to do this now. Jens leans back into him as soon as he starts massaging his shoulders and he hears him letting out a contented hum.

When Lucas is done he circles his arms around Jens neck and torso, his hands settling over his stomach and pulls him into his chest.  Lucas presses a kiss behind Jens' ear and whispers: “Lets go for a swim.” His lips move against the shell of Jens' ear and Lucas can feel Jens shudder at his touch. He absolutely does not preen at that.

They get up, turn towards the others and Jens announces: “We're going for a swim.” His voice is final making it clear that he doesn't want the others to come with them. But because his friends are idiots Aaron gets up and says: “I'll come with.” Surprisingly, it is Moyo who pulls him back down again and tells him to let them be. He sends him a thankful smile and when he lets his eyes wander to Robbe and Sander, he has to roll his eyes again. Sander sends him wiggling eyebrows again and Robbe wears that smile again that knows entirely too much.

Jens doesn't say a word, just takes Lucas' hand and leads them down to the shore. The water is pleasantly cold, the perfect temperature to cool off. Lucas should've expected it but he's still shocked when Jens splashes water at him. He jerks at the sudden cold water hitting his warm skin and turns around to glare at Jens, who looks entirely too pleased with himself. “Oh, you're going down, Stoffels.”

Jens lets out a laugh and Lucas' heart clenches at the sight, still finding it surreal that Jens chose him. He takes a step towards Jens, crouches down and splashes him in return before he can let his sappy thoughts continue. They have a little water fight until Lucas leads them into deeper waters planing on dumping Jens under water when they're deep enough. Lucas jumps on Jens' back and pushes him down so his head is underwater. He didn't think this through though, because Jens grabs his arm and pulls Lucas under water with him. Lucas lets out a surprised yelp before his head is submerged and he sputters when he emerges again. Jens is already in front of him, they're not as far out to not be able to stand anymore, and pulls his wet hair away from his forehead, laughing at Lucas. Jens gets his hand on Lucas' waist under water and pulls him into his chest. Lucas heartbeat picks up speed as Jens hands play along his back, fingertips moving in caressing circles.

“Rude,” says Lucas but it comes out breathless with Jens so impossibly close to him. Jens laughs at that, his eyes soft and amused as he replies: “You started it. I'm taller than you, did you expect to win?”

“Yes,” Lucas says stubbornly, but it comes out wobbly, voice still a little breathless. Jens laughs again, incredibly fond and he leans down to press his forehead against Lucas'. “You are so cute.”

“Jens, please just kiss me, already.”

Another chuckle from his boyfriend and then he is finally leaning down to connect their mouth. The kiss tastes like salt and summer and sun screen and maybe that shouldn't be good but Lucas clings tightly to Jens, threads his fingers through his wet hair and pulls him closer. When they pull apart its Jens who's breathless. “I love you so much.” And Lucas savors it, revels in the warmth spreading through him and something inside his soul settles when he meets Jens' eyes, full of love and so sure of him. Lucas doesn't say it back. He moves his fingertips over Jens' eyebrows, down his nose and his cheekbones, collecting droplets of water. His fingers reach Jens' mouth and he gently swipes his thumb over his bottom lip before he pulls him into a kiss again.

Lucas doesn't say it back. But he thinks Jens understands him anyway.

[jlalafics]

If you're not busy, lovely, how about a little drabble of Peeta and Finnick (preferably just bromance, nothing more, maybe talking about their women or something) to this prompt: Bro we are stuck here for ever why don’t we just take care of each other like we’re supposed to. If you feel up to it. You can use your imagination. Thanks!

I hope you like it! I had a lot of fun writing this too. Funnily, Hubbs told me that he had a similar conversation with one of our friends about this specific subject.

Enjoy!

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“Thanks for helping out, bro.”

Peeta clapped Finnick on the shoulder, giving him a smile, as they stepped into the room.

“No problem. It can’t really be that hard, right?” Peeta leaned down, examining the picture on the large box. “So, what’s so great about this particular crib?”

“I don’t know exactly,” Finnick replied. “Annie read in some magazine that it’s the top tier when it comes to cribs. I don’t know why we can’t use the one we used for Finn.”

Peeta snorted. “Didn’t you find it on a curb?”

“It was still in great condition.” Finnick shrugged. “I guess it’s different now that this one is a girl. Sugar and spice and stuff…”

“Well, let’s open the box and just spread everything out.” Peeta walked to the door, hand on the knob. “I’m not sure how much room we’ll need so I’m going to close—”

Finnick turned to him, panic in his green eyes.

“Peeta, don’t—” The door made a distinct click. “—close that.”

Peeta twisted the knob, finding it stuck.

“The lock is weird,” Finnick explained. “Annie is supposed to pick up a new doorknob after she and Katniss leave the baby fair.”

“So, we’re here until they get home?” Peeta asked and his friend nodded. “Fuck.”

Finnick chuckled. “I concur.”

++++++

They decided to work on the crib, spreading out the various parts before setting to work.

“So, are you excited?” Peeta asked. “You’ll have one of each. If she’s as great as Finn, then it’ll be smooth sailing.”

Finnick smiled, thinking of his five-year-old. Finn had his looks, but Annie’s sweet disposition—a perfect combination, if he had to say so himself. Their son was currently attending one of the most prestigious elementary schools in the county and doing quite well, according to his teachers.

However, Finnick was worried about the little girl coming into their lives in a month. What would she be like?

“Everything okay?” There was clear concern in Peeta’s voice. “You blanked out for a moment.”

Finnick sat back against the wall of the lavender nursery—Annie was not a big lover of pink—and gave his friend a thin smile.

“I was just thinking that I have no idea what to do with a daughter,” he admitted. “I mean I know women—”

“That is true,” his friend told him.

Before they were married men, they were roommates, living the high life in their downtown loft. Finnick often had overnight visitors while Peeta was constantly pining for his childhood friend, Katniss Everdeen.

Jerk that he was, Finnick really didn’t think about the girls after they left his place. Now, on the cusp of welcoming a daughter, he dreaded the thought of her becoming one of those girls—the one who the guy never even thought about after.

“But I don’t know girls,” he continued. “How do I teach her to watch out for guys like me?”

Peeta joined him against the wall. “What do you mean?”

“How do I ensure that she doesn’t become an afterthought to guys? How do I make sure that she is respected and cherished?”

Peeta rested his head back in thought for a moment.

Finally, he turned to his friend.

“You start with you.” Finnick straightened at the man’s words. “You cherish her, and you treat her with respect. You teach Finn to do the same. That way, she’ll always expect that behavior from guys and stay away from the ones that don’t meet those expectations. She’s always going to be looking for you to be the example.”

“That’s true,” Finnick said quietly. “I’m still a little afraid. I don’t want her to ever get hurt.”

“Kids get hurt,’ Peeta replied simply. “But parents are there to help them get up after they do. You’re going to be there for her.”

Finnick turned to his friend. “How did you get so smart about kids?”

A warmth spread through Peeta’s complexion.

“Katniss is pregnant. We’ve been trying for a while and I had been reading every baby book since we started, only to find out one thing.”

“What?”

“Only you know what’s best for you and your child,” Peeta told him. “In the end, it’s all instinct, as it has been since the moment people started having babies.”

“Wise words, my friend,” Finnick responded. “Congratulations, man. You’re going to be great.”

“Hey—if Katniss and I have a girl, then we can double team our girls’ boyfriends,” Peeta joked. “Idiots won’t know what hit them.”

Finnick smirked at the thought. “I have a bb gun. I can stand it by the door when he comes around.”

“Katniss still has her bow and arrows,” Peeta told him. He looked over at the crib pieces. “How mad will they be if we don’t have this crib finished?”

“Annie made me sleep on the couch two nights ago because my breathing was too loud for her,” Finnick said. “If I don’t finish this, I’ll be sleeping in here until I do.”

Peeta slowly stood up. “Then, let’s do it. I expect you to help me when we get our nursery started.”

Finnick got onto his feet.

“Thanks.”

“Of course, man.” He patted Peeta on the shoulder. “Also, you’re going to be an awesome dad.”

The two quickly embraced in solidarity—

“Are we interrupting something?”

They turned to find their wives in the doorway, grins of amusement on their mouths.

The men pulled apart.

“We’re just two men—secure in their masculinity—who are not afraid to share a hug,” Finnick told them.

“You are two men who haven’t done anything with this crib,” Annie pointed out, hands on her hips.

“How about I paid someone to do this for me and we order from that Thai place you love?” her husband responded.

Annie’s eyes lit up. “Angel wings?”

“One container for you and another container for the rest of us,” Finnick promised her. “Let’s go downstairs so I can order. While we’re waiting, I’ll give you a foot rub.”

That was all Annie needed to hear, pulling her husband out of the room immediately, and leaving the other couple in the nursery.

“Did you tell him?” Katniss asked her husband.

Peeta nodded, putting an arm around her, and placing a kiss on her temple. “Katniss?”

“Yes?”

“I hope we have a girl.”

FIN.

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

May I request GHJPU for Sebastian? Sebby needs more love :D (eee sorry if any of this overlapped or its too much, have a cookie for your troubles 🍪)

DID SOMEBODY SAY LOVING SEBASTIAN HOURS!?!?!?!?! FERAL EYE GLEAM

Bless your heart!!! Sebastian has found a new and very dear place in my heart as of late, I would be delighted to offer my thoughts!!!!! :D (your cookie offering has been accepted with the utmost glee 🍪, I hope my humble writing efforts will bring you equal joy, lovely~💖💖💖) 

G = Gifts (How does he feel about gift giving? What are his habits when it comes to this?) 

Awwww haha, baby boy Sebby is honestly a very observant and reliable kind of S/O, I think. He will notice even the tiniest of changes in MC’s expression--the slightest shifts in her temperament. As a result of his attentive nature he has an easy time deducing the things she might like, always makes a mental note of where her eyes linger. Is there a classic she once loved in her time being published for the first time in their era, on display at a bookstore nearby? Noted. Does she hover near shops filled with self-care products--things like scented candles or lotions or bath salts, things she considers indulgent luxuries? Noted. Is there an outfit that caught his eye in a boutique, something he thinks would complement her complexion perfectly? Noted. 

The thing about Sebastian is that his gifts will be heartfelt, timely, and devastatingly thoughtful. Whether something small or something lavish it will always be precisely what she needs/wants, and she can sense the loving care he put into finding the perfect gift.

H = Holding Hands (When/how does he like to hold hands?)

Honestly? Sebastian has spent the better part of his life alone. His circumstances weren’t the worst; for all that he’s lost in his life he never went hungry, lived comfortably. But...that doesn’t change the fact that his life has been fairly devoid of meaningful human contact. Even in college, friends and close colleagues were hard to come by. The few people he did develop budding feelings for he always gave up on long before it could become any kind of substantial relationship. He was always the type to admire from afar, never really felt worthy of the people he liked.

It was MC that was the first to reach out to him, and for the first little while in their relationship she will be the one most naturally inclined to reach for him. He isn’t really used to having someone by his side like this, somebody who would be delighted to hold his hand--who wants to be close to him. It’s always a shock when they go grocery shopping and he just feels her fingers wrap gently around his. She blushes a little and says something about not wanting to get separated, but it’s clear what her real motivation was.

After those first few months, it becomes much more natural for him to reach for her hand when they’re traveling somewhere together or when they’re alone. He likes to intertwine their fingers, loves the way they fit against his perfectly. His shyness wears off after a while, and it’ll be rare to see them together without them holding hands--unless they’re cooking or at work.

J = Jokes (Does he like to joke around with or prank her? How?)

Do you know how cats have their eyes all narrow thin pupil but then they go REALLY REALLY round? That’s Sebastian. I tend to refer to it as “Silly Time Mode Engaged.”

Now then, his kind of joking is very dry and very deadpan. It’s subtle and immediate, so if you’re not attuned to it it can be easy to miss. That, or people just look at him weird because they don’t quite get the connection he’s making and/or the delivery feels off because his facial expression doesn’t change at all, completely flat. That being said, one of his all time favorite things to do is to say something absurd or nigh histrionic (which tends to be uncharacteristic of him) and wait for the confused head turn/startled laughter to hit. He will make puns and play on words all the time--he puts his academic knowledge to good use.

“I swear when I first met you I was convinced you were an AI.” “Alexa taught me everything I know.” He’ll bow. “Oh? Do I have competition, in that case?” “Your speakers are suboptimal (he pokes her freckles), but you possess what Alexa lacks.” “And that would be?” He’ll gather her close, smiling against her lips. “My heart.” :D cutest robot I ever saw uwu

Bonus bc I have a problem: “Is stealing hearts in Alexa’s programming? Just to be safe, of course.” “I think it’s safe to say it isn’t within the parameters of her design--but that doesn’t mean you’re out of the woods just yet.” cue sounds of tickling and laughter

The other way Sebastian messes with MC is that he is an ENORMOUS tease in the bedroom. He’s very much the kind of lover that prefers to tantalize and draw things out; a long, slow seduction that will render MC immobile from the pleasure by the end. The promise of a kiss is almost always only a whisper of the feeling he intends to drown her in. Remember that Sebastian’s stoicism belies a nigh inhuman ardor and self-control. He’s more than willing to leave her wanting in order to fully capitalize on that desire later at night.

P = Pet Names (What does he like to call her?)

Other than her name? HE DOESN’T AHAAHAHAHAHA Just kidding of course, but given where he comes from pet names between couples aren’t...really a thing…(take it up with Japan, I Was Today Years Old, my sappy romantic ass would never survive)

The funny inverse of this though is that he does NOT fuck around with people that try to call MC pet names. When Arthur Tries It™ he canonically goes all steely saccharine, openly telling the others they’re together. So none of that “luv” or “doll” business, he will not have it (he won’t fight the purebloods on it because 1. they’re more like doting grandfathers than anything and 2. Sebastian does not have a death wish). If MC has a nickname of some kind, then I could see him using that or adding his own spin on it with a great deal of affection c:

U = Upset (How does he act when she’s upset?)

Whether he was the cause or not, Sebastian has a single modus operandi when his beloved is upset (and to anyone who’s upset really) and that is to offer gentle reassurance/an apology. He is very, very sensitive to the feelings of others and really takes it to heart when someone isn’t feeling well. That being said, he won’t always be overt about his concern--he’s more the type to do little things that offer constant support/reminders that he’s there for them. 

If it’s something more serious, he will do everything in his power to minimize the harm done and sooth the MC. His attempts to comfort her will be tender, muted, and consistent; prolonged hugs, doubles his offering of sweets, makes her favorite foods, gives her a relaxing bath salt to use--anything that he knows for certain will coax her lips up into a smile. He’s the type to freely offer space for her to figure things out if she needs it, but he will also be watchful; he won’t let things escalate if she needs externalized support to heal (bc lbr some problems we can’t solve alone ;-;).

His other go-to method is to offer distractions in any capacity that he can. Will offer to teach her a new recipe, or find a new type of flower he wants to plant together, or make up some kind of project he needs help with. Sometimes he’ll genuinely need the help, but most of the time he does it for the express purpose of getting her mind away from negative things and focused on him/the present. It’s hard to dwell on upsetting things when you’re body is physically demanding something else from you, even more so if it’s a fairly complex task. She’s known to be very dutiful; she’ll be so focused on doing a good job she’ll forget the sadness/irritation for a bit and the intensity of the emotion might ebb slightly.

If the issue is lighter, he’ll probably just cuddle/tickle her back to fighting spirit, pressing kisses wherever he can reach until she starts giggling. In these instances he prefers to hug her from behind, a reminder that she doesn’t have to face anything unpleasant or unnerving all on her own; he’ll always be there to hold her steady whenever she needs him. 

And rest assured, this man is always gathering data to optimize his comfort capabilities. He is incredibly adaptable, and will always be watching her reactions closely to adjust his strategies.

[demigodlunar]

Scars - Chapter 4

-- Trigger Warning: Mentions of self-harm and bad parenting. Read at your own risk.

Chapter 4 - End It Cleanly Mclean

Piper flopped onto her immaculately made bed after her morning run with her mother, rumpling up the covers a little bit and enjoying the brief moments of silence before-

“Models do not flop onto their beds, daughter, they sit on the edge daintily.” A saccharine sweet voice lilted from outside Piper’s bedroom.

Piper stifled her groan and got up quietly, remaking her bed and smoothing her hands over the glossy silk sheets. She made sure not to miss a spot, because her mother, the amazing model Aphrodite Mclean, was no doubt watching her every move from the doorway.

“I’m sorry, mother, “ Piper said quietly, looking down at her feet that her mother commented were “too big” to be from a woman, “I won’t do it again.”

She looked up and locked eyes with her mother, the most beautiful, and cruelest, person Piper had ever met. That one thought of rebelliousness died away, and Piper forcefully looked back down respectfully at her feet.

Aphrodite had silky black hair that made its way down her back in ringlets, with only the most expensive products used on her luscious locks. With chocolate brown eyes like those of a feline. She was thin as a toothpick, with a curvy, full body which attracted a lot of men, and sometimes even women. Aphrodite’s skin was fair and spotless, her nails and clothes always complimenting each other and the rest of her. Piper really wished she hadn’t inherited her mother's insane beauty.

Her mother did another once over of Piper’s bedroom, trying to find something to critique. Not finding any flaws, she pursed her lips, flipped her hair over her shoulder and promptly left the room, shutting the door behind her.

Piper let out a breath she didn’t know she was even holding, and it made her plop back down onto her bed and bury her head in her hands.

Why couldn’t I have just gone with Dad?

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Tristan Mclean met Aphrodite Ouranos at a theatre gathering. He was immediately struck by her beauty and charm, and she seemed to like him just as much. They started going out after a week, and dated for a couple months before getting married.

After they had Piper, Tristan and Aphrodite made it big, Tristan with a high-paying acting career which required him to move around a lot, and Aphrodite with a modeling job. Both of the jobs needed a lot of traveling, but someone needed to stay and take care of Piper, the beautiful baby who inherited her mother’s beauty and her father’s smile and hair.

So while Tristan went on world tours and visited iconic cities and landmarks, Aphrodite would stay at home and take care of Piper. Needless to say, she hated the job, and wanted to dump her daughter in an orphanage to be taken care of by someone else, but then an idea struck her.

If she could raise Piper to be exactly like her, independent and flawless, it would help Aphrodite’s modeling and parenting. She was wrong of course, but she obviously didn’t think that. The result of her carelessness was a five year old running around a large empty estate, eating whatever she wanted and doing whatever she pleased.

There were many, many times when Piper had been left alone for long periods of time, and she did learn to be independent, but vowed to never become like her mother. Once Piper hit her middle school years, Aphrodite realized just how beautiful her daughter was, even more so, than Aphrodite herself. That was a problem.

So she shipped Piper off to a ladies academy for middle schoolers, and when Piper came back the summer before her first year at high school, she was… exactly the same. No manners had been changed, no clothing choice had been improved, nothing.

That’s when Aphrodite took the manner into her own manicured fingers. She critiqued Piper on anything and everything she did, even if it was the slightest misstep or a small snort that escaped her mouth. At the start, Piper rebelled against her, but Aphrodite oppressed her so much that Piper gave in and listened to her mother's every whim, and stayed quiet through every admonishment.

That was what made Piper start cutting.

It was small at first, just a little glance at a knife or razor and wondering how it would feel against her skin. Then, light traces with the sharp blades on her wrist, seeing how light she could go to draw blood. What pushed past her tipping point was when Piper was idly drawing the knife across her arm, not enough to see blood, but enough to feel a small sting, and her mother walked into the bathroom to see what was taking her so long.

She took one cold look at the blade, and the marks on Piper’s arm and left the bathroom. Piper stared after her, but when she came back, it wasn’t with a hug, or words of help to drag Piper out of the world of a depression.

It was a razor. A pink razor with a bejeweled hilt.

Aphrodite held it out to Piper and said only two words: “Use that.”

Since that day, Piper seemed to enjoy when her mother would leave her alone to do her modeling, because Piper had the day to cut herself happy.

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Now don’t get her wrong. Piper wasn’t suicidal for two reasons. The first was her father and her friends. She tried to resent her father for leaving her alone with her monster of a mother, but he was too kind for her to hate him, and the couple days a year he came and stayed with them were the best. And her friends, well, they were the only people who kept her sane while she was here. Annabeth, Reyna, Thalia, Leo. They were the best friends anybody could ask for, and they supported her whenever she felt sad. They didn’t know about the cutting.

The second was that she was too cowardly to try to take her life. Afraid of hurting her friends. Afraid that it would all be for nothing.

So she didn’t do anything farther than cutting.

Piper realized that thinking about the past and sitting doing nothing but dawdling was really unproductive. She took out her phone and went to check if there were any new messages, and she saw a text from Thalia. So she replied.

(AN: Thalia, Piper)

Today - 11:34 AM

hey Pipes

hey Thals

wassup

Oh nothing, just trying to get away from my tyrannical mother. Normal day.

nothing much, you?

i’m here with my brother at one of my dad’s interview things

Brother?

Piper couldn’t remember Thalia mentioning anything about siblings before. And she did the normal thing and asked Thalia about it.

you have a brother?

It was a long time before Thalia responded, but when she did, Piper snatched up the phone to see her response.

yeah

Piper felt betrayed, she thought they told each other everything. But then again, she had no room to talk.

excuse me, but how come you’ve never told me about him?

never came up

fine, you win, for now. show me a pic?

Thalia sent a picture of a blond-haired boy with the bluest eyes Piper had ever seen. The thing was, she knew this blond-haired boy.

It was Jason Grace, the only person that even came close to Annabeth’s record setting grades. Once he had beaten her by a percent on a English test, and Annabeth was fuming for days, while Piper and the rest of their friends snickered at her back. But Piper never connected the dots, like how he and Thalia had the same last name.

He was also in her math class during Freshman year, and he sat two seats to her right. Piper could remember clearly some moments of that class.

Like when the teacher would ask the class a question, and Jason’s hand would be the only one up so she called on him. He would bite his lower lip and read out the answer in a confident but quiet voice, like he didn’t want anyone to notice him. Then, once Jason got the question right, his posture would straighten, in a proud way. His eyes would light up like a cloudless day sky and his lips would stretch into a smile, making the scar on his upper lip appear more prominently. Jason would push the glasses up the bridge of his nose, and sit back in his chair, satisfied.

One second. Two.

What. Was. That. Piper shook her head and felt her cheeks become hot. She barely knew Jason, yet she had been paying so much more attention to him than she thought she was. Idly, she wondered if his glasses and the tattoo of glasses she had on her shoulder were related in any way.

Suddenly dizzy, she remembered that Thalia was waiting for an answer. With her thoughts off somewhere else, she mindlessly typed a response to Thalia’s question. The good news, it was the truth. The bad news, Thalia would never let her live this down.

After she felt her head clear, she brought her attention back to the conversation and her eyes widened.

oh, that cute boy you sit with at lunch sometimes? He’s really good looking.

“Crap!” Piper yelled, for once not even afraid that her mother will come in and lecture her about the dangers of swearing.

She could just imagine Thalia cackling her witchy laugh wherever she was. Piper started to type in a message to tell Thalia to please, please not tell her brother about that message when a new message popped up at the top.

Piper, honey, I am leaving for my photoshoot now. Please keep the house clean... and no guests. -Mother >:(

Perfect, her mother is gone, now she can go through with that brunch that she planned with her friends. Then she remembered Thalia. Stupid ADHD, hopping from one topic to the other.

It was too late though, because Thalia has already replied.

yes, he is, and he’s also here looking at our conversation.

Piper felt herself blush scarlet red, and she bet anyone could see it, even on her darker complexion. Now she was in for it, she would never be able to face Thalia or Jason ever again. And once Thalia told the rest of their friends…

Piper stood up and started getting ready for the brunch with her friends she planned. Both mentally and physically. Gods, Leo was going to have such a field day when he found out about this.

Well, the routine was only just starting. ____________________________________________________________

This chapter was fun to write haha

-Blossom ;)