#it made me feel kinda warm even though its just me writing to well. myself

[sharkdays]

something sweet i realized when flipping through old journal entries: without meaning to, i've started ending off my journal entries with some variation of "i love you"

[notiddygxthgf]

TRUST ISSUES (HER)

★ pairings: nanami kento x f! reader

★ synopsis: In the search for solace, Nanami stumbles right into the arms of an exotic dancer. In the search for money, an exotic dancer finds more than she bargained for. In the heat of the moment, a contractual relationship turns into something more. (or; the one where sugar daddy!nanami is sweet on his girl)

★ c.w.: none (more content warnings and tags)

★ a/n: HI! im not crazy about how this chapter turned out, ngl... BUT ITS A NECESSARY SEGWAY INTO THE NEXT CHAPTER. plz stay tuned and bear with me while I try to acclimate myself to this new writing style.

★ w.c.; 5.4k

my kinda love; chapter index

WHEN YOU CAME HOME, YOU made sure to shut the door quietly behind you. The apartment looked empty, dimly lit, but the faint sound of music playing from the end of the corridor told you otherwise. Your roommate had undoubtedly made it home before you.

Being a stripper was a blood-sucking job. It paid well – as well as a job could pay

Your fatigue was heavy on your shoulders. Still, the moment you heard Nicki Minaj playing – even at this hour – you had the strength to muster up a tired smile. You dropped your duffle bag right on the floor, setting your stiletto heels down with a similar clatter.

“I’m home!” You shouted.

The music paused. After a brief moment of silence, a door cracked open, and your bubbly, brown-haired roommate came walking towards you. 

“Roomieeeee!” Nobara sang, arms wide open. Clearly, she wanted a hug – and though you weren’t entirely too interested in being hugged by a drunk person, you let her have it. She pulled away with a loud sigh, complimenting your performance from earlier, “You were so good tonight! You were on fire!”

You laughed quietly, sheepishly, letting her put the distance between the two of you. (She was a sappy drunk. You knew better than to push her away). “Thanks, Nobie.”

“Did you hear me?” She asked. She walked away from you, but only to rest her tailbone against the top of your shared couch. Her brown hair was clipped back into a… whatever those hairstyles with claw clips were called. “I was screaming for you, did you hear it?”

“A bit hard to hear you over the music, Nobie,” You sighed. Moving past the girl, you made out for the bathroom. You could still feel the fucking club grime all over you – there was nothing you wanted more than a warm shower in that moment. A nice, long bath to soothe your tired bones. 

But, alas, you were a University student. A Psych major, at that. Your schedule didn’t allow such liberties. Especially not during midterms. 

“Did your friend like the show?” You asked over your shoulders, walking into the bathroom and turning the shower on. The pitter-patter of the water against the tub sounded like rain to you – comforting, calming, familiar, just like the pink, tiled walls that the apartment had come with (that Nobara has insisted the two of you keep). “What’s his name, the birthday boy…”

“Yuuji?” She answered, poking her head through the bathroom door quickly before continuing down the hall to her room. Judging by the plush, navy blue robe she was donning, she was about to settle into bed. 

Itadori Yuuji – pink-haired idiot with a charming smile and a sweet personality. You knew him well, though not on a name basis. You had seen him countless times during his visitations with Nobara, your beloved roommate. You weren’t entirely sure what it was that Nobara did, or what sort of school she went to, but you knew Itadori was some sort of classmate of hers. Apparently, she was bound by some sort of NDA, and was not at discretion to disclose any specifics. 

You didn’t ask. Shit, you didn’t like talking about your night job. As such, you never felt the need to press her about what she did in her free time. You considered her to be your closest friend nevertheless. 

You weren’t a very social person, though, so it’s not like she had much competition in that regard.

“Yeah. He have fun tonight?” You called back to her. Observing your tired reflection in the mirror, you undid your pigtails, finally letting your hair fall down out of its holders. Your scalp tingled in gratitude. With the slightest hiss, you massaged the top of your head with your fingers, long, manicured nails tangling in the knots of your hair. When you couldn’t get them free, you decided to cut your losses – this was clearly a matter you would have to settle in the shower.  

Nobara’s response was slightly delayed, resonating from the other room down the hall. “He loved it! He wound up blacking out, though. Our teacher was egging him on, and he drank a lot more than he probably should have.”

“That white-haired guy, right?” You answered. Shedding the tee shirt and biker shorts you had changed into after your shift at the club right onto the floor, you stepped over the pile and slid the flimsy curtain open (It was a gag gift from one of Nobara’s friends – on its surface, it had a pixelated, compressed image of a werewolf staring earnestly up at the moon). “I think he’s a regular.”

You extended your leg into the tub. The moment the first droplet of water made contact with your foot, you fought the urge to groan. Those stilettos did a number on you. The warmth always did wonders for your sore muscles. You stepped fully into the shower. You would have to make this quick.

You let the water run through your hair, your scalp – wash the grime away and down the drain as it trickled down your body. Once your hair had been sufficiently soaked, you uncapped your favorite coconut milk shampoo and slathered it over the top of your head. You massaged the product into your scalp.

“Is he?” She asked. You didn’t doubt that the liquor had affected her thinking process, as sober Nobara would most likely have agreed with you. Apparently, the guy was a massive slut.

“I see him around a lot,” You called back. Thank god you had left the door open a crack, otherwise Nobara most likely would not have been able to hear you over the sound of you working the shampoo deep into your roots. You rinsed it down the drain a moment later. “He’s never sat through one of my shows, though. Usually comes for the girls who’ve been there longer.”

In hindsight, there had to have been boundaries set up at some point. That’s what ultimately led you and your best friend to where you were today – roommates who were so comfortable with one another that there was never a wrong time for a conversation. 

You squirted some coconut milk conditioner into your palm, smoothing the stuff over your hair to your roots. “I see him with this guy sometimes. Real fine – talk, dark, handsome.”

Nobara took another moment to answer. Nicki Minaj’s music continued playing, though at a much lower volume than before. 

“I wonder who that is!” She replied. 

You wondered, too. Shit, you wouldn’t mind if he were a regular. The guy was devilishly handsome – a pale fellow with long, black hair that cascaded down over his shoulders. You had seen him around, but rarely up close. From what you had seen, however…

Again, you wouldn’t mind if he became one of your regulars.

The man you had seen tonight, though…

“Nobie, who’s that blond guy you came with tonight?” You asked her rather suddenly, brushing the conditioner through your hair. While you let it soak in, you pumped some body wash onto your pink loofah. You scrubbed until your entire body was coated in the pleasantly scented suds. Until you felt somewhat clean (even if you felt you could never truly scrub the shame and grime of being paid to twerk in front of an audience away). 

You thought of a man in the crowd who you had seen tonight during your routine – while you were scanning the audience for someone clean-looking to touch for the next verse of the song. Someone who didn’t look like they could potentially be a carrier of the Human Papillomavirus. 

That’s when you saw him. Handsome. Blonde. Well dressed. Chiseled features that contorted with interest while you cartwheeled around the stage. Not a hair on his person was out of place. He looked like he smelled expensive. He looked expensive.

You recalled the way his eyes flitted over your arched form when you bent into the audience to gently caress the side of his face. His skin was soft – so soft, without even the slightest hint of stubble on his face. His dark brown eyes were like fire to your icy resolve. You almost wished it had been his birthday instead.

Shit, that’s a man you wouldn’t mind giving a lapdance.

“Who?” Nobara asked, snapping you out of your daydream (Night dream?). She sounded closer this time, like she was right there in the bathroom with you. You didn’t doubt that she was. “Nanami-sensei?”

You worked a decent sized amount of castile soap between your palms until it frothed up, then used the soap to clean your intimate areas. 

“That the one teacher who you claim never smiles?” You grinned. “Dressed all prim and proper at a strip club?”

“That would be him,” She answered, just beyond the curtain. “He looked like he was feelin’ you, though. That’s saying something.”

“Shit, I’m trying to feel him too,” You joked back. Partially. That man was fine as aged wine. You would venture to say he was a DILF. “He married?”

Nobara hummed. You knew she was most likely shrugging. “Dunno,” She answered. “I don’t really know anything about him, actually. ‘Cept the fact that he’s, like, 30.”

You washed the soap off of your body. “I’d still let him hit.”

“You need a fucking therapist,” Nobara replied. “For a psychologist, you sure do–”

“Not yet,” You laughed. “Psych major.”

“Same shit,” Came her retort. “He’s 9 years older than you.”

You rinsed the conditioner out of your hair. When your half-assed shower routine was finished, you turned the water off, reaching for the pink towel you kept on the side of the wall. When you retrieved it, you dried your body off and tied your hair up into a turban. 

“Calm down, I’m not crossing paths with him any time soon,” You sighed. Sticking your hand out of the side of the shower, you made a grabby gesture. “Pass me my robe.”

There was a faint rustling sound on the other side of the curtain, and then Nobara’s arm was reaching into the shower and handing you your pink, waffle-textured robe. You murmured a quick thanks before slipping into it and tying the strap around your waist.

When you stepped out of the shower, Nobara was right back at the sink, bent over ever so slightly while she tapped skin care products onto her face. She was using one of her new Korean skincare creams you had been dying to try. 

So, naturally, you swiped some onto your finger and smoothed it into your face. Immediately, you felt the product seep deep into your pores, leaving your skin feeling refreshed and replenished. 

Nobara didn’t even look twice at you. You loved the peculiar bond you shared with her.

“Enough about my taste in men though,” You sighed. Reaching into the sink cabinet, you produced your own set of serums – deciding that you would do the full 7-step routine tomorrow and stick to the basics for now.

Basics, of course, meaning the caffeine gel you put under your eyes to conceal the clear indicators of your terrible sleep schedule. 

You continued, “I’m gonna do some homework on the couch.”

Then, as quickly as you had clocked out of your shift at the strip club, you clocked into your study shift. You left the bathroom, searching the living room for your laptop. It was, of course, right where you had left it – on the couch, where you had your last study session.

You flopped onto the coach. The moment your body sank into its warm, plush embrace, you stuffed your face into the cushion and groaned. You had been on your feet almost consistently for the past four days. It felt so fucking good to finally relax.

Well, kinda.

Rolling onto your side, you propped the laptop open. Your fingers ghosted over the touchpad while the screen booted up, then over the keys as you typed the word “Canvas”.

The familiar tiles appeared on your screen once more, each one bearing a letter grade no higher than a C.

It wasn’t easy, making ends meet. You had been on your own ever since you were eighteen. Your mother wasn’t the worst , but she wasn’t exactly the best, either. You all but made a run for it the moment you were able to leave home behind. You enrolled in a University, even though your highschool GPA had been less than desirable. Still, to your surprise, you got in. Completely alone hours away from your hometown, you struggled to adjust to the terrain. 

You couldn’t afford housing, even with all of the grants and scholarships you had received, so you put up a posting on Facebook about needing a roommate. Surely enough, Nobara had reached out a few days later with an offer of one empty bedroom for you.

The two of you had been together ever since. The perpetually stressed Psych student and her bubbly, trade school roommate. She pulled in a great deal of revenue (somehow), and you did your best to pull your own weight, leaving your job as a waitress to strip for a living.

What? It worked well within your schedule, and it paid really well.

The couch dipped with a sudden presence. Nobara folded her legs up, reaching for the remote and putting Netflix on. “Wanna watch something sappy or something funny?”

You hummed quietly, clicking on your To-Do list. Five essays glared back at you. You sighed. “Something funny.”

Gotta love University, right?

You watched the scented glitter spray melt into your skin. You felt a little sore, but it wasn’t anything you weren’t already used to. As long as you could get up on that stage in five minutes and put on a sparkling, shimmering show, then you would be able to rake in enough tip money to inch one step closer to quitting this shit hole. 

You sprayed a little extra over your breasts, just for good measure. Your outfit today consisted of a lacy black bikini set, one with an equally lacy corset belt. The garters around your thighs were tight – they had to be – biting into your skin with a dull sting.

Eyes flitting up to your reflection, you froze. You could hardly recognize who you were some days. Your eye bags were covered, concealed by a good old, trusty foundation. They looked more lively, in fact – rimmed with black eyeliner and smokey eyeshadow. Your lips were painted a deep shade of burgundy.

Admittedly, you looked sexy as hell.

You smoothed your hands over your attire for the evening. It flattered your waist, that was for sure. 

Your favorite coworker, Suzie, was flipping through a glossy magazine at the makeup desk right next to yours. Her hair was done up into a messy bun, a few hairs cascading down the back of her neck and over her plush breasts. She glanced into your mirror out of the corner of her eye.

"How’s finals goin’ for ‘ya?" She inquired, sucking her teeth and then turning the page. “Have any exams yet?”

"They’re goin’, I s’pose," You answered dejectedly. You were struggling to make ends meet, truth be told – both academically and financially. "My exams don’t really start for another two or three weeks, but the studying don’t ever stop. You know how it is."

You noticed the way her brow quirked, though the woman made no effort to tear her eyes away from the page. She was pretty – effortlessly pretty. It almost made you jealous. 

"I wish I could say I do," She remarked. “Missed my chance on that one.”

“Don’t say that, Suzie,” you tutted quietly, tapping the concealer beneath your eyes to make sure that it was in place. When you completed that task, you turned to her, saying, “It’s never too late to go to school. The county college offers plenty of scholarships and has rolling admission.”

“Maybe some day,” She replied. Her eyes finally lifted from the page. “You look cute tonight.”

You dabbed your finger into the black eyeshadow pan, applying the deep shade to the outer corners of your eyes. You used your acrylic nail to shape it into a subtle, smokey point.

"Need these tips to come in clutch,” You replied, clicking the palette shut. “Hopefully I find me a sugar daddy, who knows?”

Your attention turned to your phone, which was now buzzing haphazardly on the edge of your desk. You recognized the name on the screen – and you didn’t like it. With a sigh, you answered the phone.

“What do you want?” You asked.

The line was quiet for a moment, then filled with the words, “I miss you.”

“I told you to stop calling my line,” You said.

He – Darren – chuckled. “You know you don’t really want that, baby.”

“Not your baby,” You interjected. Keeping the phone pressed to your ear with your shoulder, you touched up your lipstick. “And don’t tell me what I want.”

“I don’t get to tell you the truth?”

“No, you don’t,” was your clipped response. “You lost that privilege when you stepped out on me, dick.”

“I told you she ain’t mean anything to me, baby, honest,” He added. “I’m not askin’ for forgiveness, though. I just wanna talk.”

“About what?” You snapped back. “I’m working.”

“About you getting your shit,” He said. “You left your makeup brushes at my house. Wanna come pick them up?”

You knew it was a bad idea. You knew it was a terrible, horrible idea to go back there. You had half a mind, in fact, to let him keep the damn brushes. You knew one thing would lead to another, and then it wouldn’t be long before you were being led right back to his bedroom. 

Still, you really wanted those brushes.

“Alright, I can come after my shift,” You sighed, biting your bottom lip. “But no funny biz this time. I’m getting my shit and then I’m goin’ right home.”

“Yeah, sure,” He laughed. Like he knew. “You know nobody else give it to you like I can. That’s why you keep coming around.”

You hung up on him. 

"’That Darren?" Your friend asked somewhere off to the side.

You smoothed your hands over the semi-slick back ponytail you’d done. “Yeah. He wants me to come over to pick up my brushes.”

You could hear her turning the page slowly. "No idea why you’re even entertaining him anymore."

"That makes two of us," You grinned. “He’s good for two things.”

“The dick can’t be that good, I promise you," She continued. She tapped the corner of her red lips, fixing the lipstick that had begun to migrate. "They’re very replaceable. Hell, I got mine for twenty dollars off the clearance bin at Spencer’s."

"Dildos can’t dirty talk the way he can," You said. 

"Damn straight. They whine a whole lot less, though," The older girl sighed. "Last a hell of a lot longer than ten minutes, too.”

You stood atop your unsteady, bruised feet – platform stilettos adding an extra nine inches to your regular height. “I'm next, girl. I gotta bounce.”

“Sandra’s on right now, ain’t she?” She asked. 

“I’m working V.I.P. tonight,” You said rather matter-of-factly. “Wish me luck.”

Then, smoothing your hands over your outfit, you began walking towards the door at the back of the room.

“Give them hell, kid,” She called after you.

Give them hell, you reminded yourself, pausing just before grabbing the doorknob. You pushed the cold black door open. Alright, you sighed to yourself. Give them hell.

The doorway opened into a room with pink velour walls, where tired dancers slouched together on cherry red couches. Some of them were smoking, others were gossiping in groups. One of them had passed out at the far end of the room. You knew that the private rooms were 

You proceeded down the dim-lit corridor. When you arrived in front of the elevator, you pressed the upward-pointing arrow. The reflective black doors slid open. A few more giggling dancers moved past you. 

Working V.I.P. was your favorite. The men tipped well, and (save for the uncomfortable conversations and elaborate cocktails) you preferred the more intimate environment. You weren’t too happy about being a stripper. Still, all things considered, the joint was pretty nice. You didn’t hate working there. 

When you were alone in the elevator, you quietly selected button three. You could feel yourself being pulled up the elevator shaft, and as you approached the third floor the bass of the music began to resonate through its walls. The doors opened one final time.

This never gets any easier, does it? You thought. You were in some strange sort of backstage area: small in size, but with a curtain at the end of the room. 

Two dancers entered the room through the curtain door. They wore the same outfit in different colors. One of them grabbed her wig and promptly tossed it off to the side. She collapsed onto the couch.

“All yours,” She panted. “They just ordered drinks and apps.”

You cleared your throat rather nervously as the girl walked past, “Thanks.”

Don’t forget your choreo , you reminded yourself. You took a brief moment to scan your own appearance. The bralette you were wearing accentuated the subtle curves of your body. You had dusted your skin with glitter before coming. 

You walked towards the exit -- or entrance depending on which way you were facing -- and gripped the fabric of the curtain in your shaking hand. With a small breath and then an exaggerated sigh, you pulled it back and walked out onto the stage. There was a provocative song blaring from the speakers. The raised area you were in dangled over the club, colors and flashing lights escaping into the lounge from above. 

In the front, the VIP lounge spanned about twenty yards in either direction. There was a long velour couch in the middle of the room facing the stage, where a few different booths full of men sat. They were being flocked by female dancers, all of which were entertaining the men in conversation.

You were elevated on a stage in front of them. There was a song playing, one you recognized all too well. 

You licked your lips, glancing up at the pole. When you wrapped your hand around it and began to walk around -- much to your surprise -- you heard a couple of hoots and whistles.

‘All she cares about is money in the city where she’s from’’

No one’s watching. No one is looking at me. You tried desperately to ignore their call, focusing instead on trying to lose yourself in the music.

‘Her intention is the paper,

She don’t need no fuckin’ love’’.

As you made your final round, however, you quickly realized how wrong you had been. Six pairs of eyes were staring back at you.

Your gaze raked over the audience. Your ankle hooked around the pole, and you brought yourself around until you sank to your knees. Dance like no one’s watching.

‘She’s spillin all this liquor, 

Tryna pass me all these cups,

Well baby girl, I’m zonin’,’’

Your eyes settled on the booth closest to the stage, where you recognized one of the club’s regulars. His hair – pearly white, caught the ambient lighting in a way that was hard to miss. 

Nobara’s teacher, you noted. Why is he here?

‘Somebody should have told her,’

You glanced over at the man he was sitting with. Narrow eyes obscured by peculiar glasses, chiseled cheekbones and jawline. His blond hair – framing his apricot skin – was done up carefully, perfectly, sweeping over his head like a ray of sunlight. You recognized him by his signature scowl.

“Who?” Nobara asked. “Nanami-sensei?”

Nanami. So that was his name.

He came back for more?

You supposed it fit him – a man who looked so serious. He looked as expensive as he always did; his button-down shirt looked like it was tailored specifically to fit the broad slopes of his shoulders. A wristwatch on his large forearm caught your eye.

His legs were spread open so casually, exuding this air of casual dominance that had you double-taking. His sharp eyes tailed your every move; intense, unwavering, aware. The end of a cigarette burned bright orange between his long, slender fingers.

‘ I popped one. Fuck it, I popped one.’

Statuesque features were illuminated by the light beneath you, colors dancing across the man’s face. When he saw you looking back, his brow quirked.

‘Oh, girl, I’m on one.’’

Something fiery bubbled in your gut. Mister Nanami, you noted. He’s looking at me. You felt yourself begin to fluster under his heavy gaze. He was staring, alright, and he looked like he wanted to eat you up.

‘Fuck it, I popped one, I popped one,

Girl I’m lying, I’m on a few,

Don’t you worry, this ain’t new.’

He seemed to have his eyes set on you and you alone, never mind the woman who was whispering sweet nothings into his ear, perched on the couch behind him.

‘Can we take this to your spot?

I’m on eviction number two,

Cause I popped one,’

You brought yourself down from the pole, gently touching a heel to the ground. You spread your legs apart, sticking your ass out away from the pole and then dragging your hand down its slippery metal surface. You arched your back as high as you could, feeling your way down the pole and leaving your entire backside exposed to the men.

You then made your way back up the pole, swinging yourself around and then rolling your hips against it. You told yourself to forget about him, forget about his handsome face and his heavy gaze. Yet, still, you found yourself glancing back to make sure you still had his attention.

‘Oh, fuck it, I popped one,

Oh yeah’

And you did. Nanami’s eyes glinted with something that made heat shoot down your core. He was looking at you as if you were the only one in the room, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t awaken something deep within you.

He put his cigarette up to his lips, taking a hit of it and then breathing the smoke into the air of the lounge. 

‘Trust issues,

Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah…’

I’d so, totally let him hit. Stop that. What would Nobara think?

You would not allow yourself to be so easily swayed by his looks.

‘Do you know what’s going on over here?’

I’m going in for the kill. You thought. 

‘Have you even bothered to look?

Well, if you know, then let me know,

And we don’t gotta be runnin’ in these circles.’

Getting perhaps a little too bold, you let yourself down from the pole and descended the steps in front of the stage. He followed your movements with unwavering intensity, still like a predator waiting for the right moment to strike its prey.

Yeah , you swallowed, sliding your hands over your breasts, dipping teasingly beneath the cups and feeling your breath catch in your throat. Still got him.

‘In these circles

No more,’

You sauntered over to the man, dropping to your knees and crawling towards him. You could see the deep color of his eyes – though, very faintly – from here. Muddy brown hues seemed to glow under the blue lights as he watched you with avid interest. You took hold of both of his knees before promptly spreading his legs and sliding up to a standing position once more.

Fuck. You could smell his cologne – expensive, woody, spicy, intoxicating.

‘Trust issues. Trust issues,’

His eyes bore holes into your soul. You caught a glimpse of his tongue as it shot out to lick his lips.

‘Trust issues, Oh-woah, oh-woah.’

You felt eyes on you. Many sets of eyes. The only pair that mattered right then was his.

‘Trust issues, Ooh.

Trust issues.’

You slid your hands over the slope of your waist, swinging your hips around to the beat of the music. You hooked one leg over one of his and then dropped yourself into his lap. You could hear the way his breath hitched at the action, eyes widening behind round lenses. 

Slowly, assuredly, he took a hit of his cigarette.

He turned his head to the side; the sharp contours of his jaw caught your eye. His pink lips parted to release a mouthful of white smoke, a quiet breath that dissolved into a deep chuckle.

He seemed a bit tense, a bit confused. When he spoke, the bass of his voice caught you wholly off guard. “Hello there. ”

And, shit, you really had to remind yourself in that moment that this was a man who had quite a few years on you. He was a grown man and a teacher and… arguably the most attractive man in the establishment.

‘Oh yeah, Trust issues,

No more, trust issues.’’

You wrapped your arms around his neck, playfully dragging your ass across his lap. A pair of strong hands reached down to grab your hips. Shit, his hands were warm.

“ Nanami , I think she likes you,” The white haired Gojo-sensei, Nobara’s teacher, whistled, effectively failing at peeling the leader’s eyes away from your half naked form. “Pretty, ain’t she?”

Nanami eyed you up curiously. 

“ Mhm ,” He answered. His tone was certain. His eyes betrayed him – nervously flitting over your body. A pink hue dusted his cheeks. 

Do I fluster him?

Your knees nearly turned to jelly at the sound of his voice. You told yourself it was the anxiety that had gotten to you and not the fact that you hadn’t been so close to a man – a real man, a grown man – in your entire life. 

“You’re a bold one,” He mumbled, strong fingers tensing into your skin as a reminder. “Aren’t you?”

You leaned down, letting your tongue trace the tendons on his neck and stopping right when you reached the corner of his jaw. Your hands were braced on the couch behind him. A little further up, and then—

His friend – Gojo sensei – called for you. “Hey, gorgeous.”

You pulled away, then turned to him with a friendly smile (Only slightly disappointed that he had diverted your attention from Nanami. Slightly . Definitely). “Yeah?”

“You think we could order another round of drinks?” He answered, blue eyes creasing at the corners while he grinned. 

-

You returned to their table with the tray of drinks in hand, heart pounding in your chest like it was ready to burst through. Immediately, you felt eyes on you. One pair in particular more so than the rest. 

“Two glass-and-a-halfs of Merlot,” You announced, setting two large glasses of burgundy liquid onto the tabletop.

It was as if that man – Nanami’s eyes were undressing you, sending a shiver down your spine. You found it suddenly difficult to concentrate on the task.

“Don Julio, house Beer,” You set the two drinks down, followed by the last one. “Seltzer.”

The men reached for their respective beverages. His gaze lingered over your hand – you felt your mind be consumed by the attention you were receiving from such a powerful man.

He’s looking again.

“Is there anything else I can get for you?” You asked. It was a standard question, of course. Nothing that wasn’t a part of the script that you were desperately holding onto tonight. 

“I apologize for staring at you, doll, I’m just trying to give you a compliment you ain’t already heard before,” The white-haired one hums, voice sending an electric current down your entire body. He was smoking a cigarette, just as his cohort had done earlier. His drop-dead gorgeous, rich-looking, delicious… handsome… cohort.

Focus. Focus on working, not on him.

“Thank you, sir,” You somehow managed to find the strength to reply, though it came out slightly breathless. After placing his Shrimp Cocktail in front of him, you lowered your head, avoiding his coworker’s heavy gaze with a red face.

As if he had sensed your discomfort – as if he had sensed you were thinking about him – The expensive-looking, blond coworker in question interjected. His sharp eyes were trained on the face of his wristwatch, . “Quit it, Gojo. You’re making her nervous.”

You were nervous, though it had nothing to do with Gojo’s antics.

Nanami now had his gaze fixated on the notepad clutched tightly in your palm. 

Gojo leaned back, taking a drag from his cigarette, breathing the smoke out in your direction. The sour scent swirled around you, making your head spin as your senses faltered. 

“Sorry, I’m just messin’ with ‘er,” He laughed. “No need to fret, Nanamin. I’m not into younger girls.”

You took a deep breath, mustering every ounce of strength to steady yourself. 

Go with it.

“It’s alright,” You answered. “Will that be all?”

“I’ll–”

“Yes, that will be all,” Nanami cut in before Gojo could spit it out. His face remained stoic, seemingly unphased by the white-haired man’s outburst. “Thank you.”

He’s nice to workers.

You struggle to meet his gaze directly, acutely aware of the allure his face seemed to have – the grasp it had on you.

You bowed in front of him– in front of them . “Excuse me.”

a/n: I did not like this. the next one will be sm better I swear. ANYWAY YALL KNOW THE DRILL. comment comment comment! let me know what you think about the story! I love chatting w you guys :)

comments + reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

I obviously do not own jjk or anything related to it. please do not reproduce, copy, or translate my works anywhere. dont fk w me im a bruja.

taglist: @missphanosaur18 , @bontensbabygirl, @megumissunshine, @chocoyanchan, @littlelovebug98, @lucisimpongod, @xochyw, @jaegerstan222 , @electro-supremacy, @mellytheteddy, @clover0310 , @soraya-daydreams, @priussy, @insanehumantinker, @staygoldsquatchling02, @nonksity, @hinata7346, @chososwhoresblog, @mindurownbussines , @hearts4sid , @simplefools , @ynjimenez

wanna join the taglist? | my kinda love; chapter index

[downinthehull]

do you have any caregiver or little leon headcanons? i think he makes sense as both <3

sorry this took so long, friend :'( but yes i do!!! leon is my favorite guy and although I absolutely see him as a caregiver as well, i decided just to do little hcs right now. i do plan on writing some CG hcs for him too! it's just gonna be a separate post<3

with re2 - re4 leon, because for some reason I just had to include some changes over the years.

little leon;

has a hard time understanding regression

it takes him quite a bit to sort of get an idea as to what is happening. of course, he never really finds out anything more than "sometimes i just feel small, and letting myself be soft and vulnerable helps me feel better when I'm like that." mostly because he doesn't really get past feeling kinda embarrassed about it.

he isn't sure about how young he regresses, but I can see him being baby/toddler age.

involuntary regressor

most of his regression is involuntary (~90%), and there are only very few times he had actually chosen to regress, when he wasn't incredibly overwhelmed or scared.

re2: when he was in raccoon city, he was scared out of his mind, trying to do his best to put on a braver front. as the night stretched on he could feel his head get foggy (with what he just assumed was fear), only able to push through.

once he got out he had expected the strange feeling to stop, he assumed it was only caused by the fear he was feeling at the time. though as the weeks and months passed by, it was still regularly happening. much to his chagrin. it usually happened after he'd wake up from whatever horrible nightmare he had that night. tears ready to spill from his eyes, and his head cloudy with sleep and the need to be held/comforted.

re4: a bit before he's recruited and goes into military training he had managed to get a better hold on it, thankfully.

in fact, it only reared its head towards the end of his mission, once he had to carry ashley to luis's lab to remove their plagas. due to feeling almost completely helpless as the parasite just continued to take hold.

isn't the most sound sleeper

re2: after the events of raccoon city, and having to witness all the horrors that went along with that, it was an understatement to say that leon had trouble sleeping. he was riddled with nightmares for so long afterwards, waking up scared and small in his bed nearly every night.

so he kept a nightlight right next to the bed, almost too bright to just be considered a nightlight, but it was one of the few things that helped him sleep. along with the addition of an especially soft blanket, to keep him warm throughout the night.

though over the years, he gets better at falling asleep and staying asleep through the night. maybe not as long as he should, but he gets by. eventually not needing the nightlight anymore, and throwing it away into a drawer or a box in the closet. feeling sort of embarrassed he had it in the first place.

has a stuffed animal he carries with him everywhere

re2: at some point he came into possession of a stuffed animal. it wasn't anything too special, just a puppy that had definitely had quite a life before he got it. though he thought it added character.

he cleaned his new pal, named it, and made sure to keep it close by when he was feeling small. he wasn't too sure why, but it helped him not feel as lonely.

if he was at home and small, you could always bet to see him with his stuffed animal friend. he ate with him, relaxed with him, and went to bed with him. he even once tried to take him into the bath with him, but it didn't end very well. it only led to poor leon being upset the whole time his friend was drying off.

re4: similar to the nightlight, eventually his friend is retired to a box as well. through leon is much more gentle, and doesn't entirely forget about him in there. sometimes feeling the need to bring him back out, but never quite convincing himself to. though he might be more open to it after returning from Spain.

[johannestevans]

Do you have any experiences you feel comfortable sharing around realizing through self dx and/or prof diagnosis being adhd and/or autistic? i have a strong suspicion i have both or one, but the symptoms make it hard to actually do some substantial research to come to an actual conclusion.

Honestly, I've know since as long as i remember that something was 'up' but my kid logic was just like 'ohhhhh if i watch enough people, ill do it just like they do, i wouldn't be different anymore :))' but whoop who would have guessed you cant logic your way out of feelings, or symptoms or disability. like i kinda stalled facing the fact by just saying; 'oh im neurodivergent but ill be undiagnosed out of respect that's good enough for me'.

But finally finishing school and talking to peers outside of school made me realize that what's 'up' with me hasn't been alleviated or fixed. that all the stress of being different hasn't faded. that i just learned to manage it to survive. that maybe an even more uncomfortable fact, that i wasn't even managing it WELL and the people around me knew the teachers knew but i was black and a 'girl' so they'd just treat me like i was lazy or didn't want to learn or i just wasn't intelligent enough to learn. did i have a difficult home life? was there a reason i wouldn't finish assignments? why id act out? why i'd always avoid eye contact? nope this kid didn't finish the assignment/is fidgeting/is RUDE, and they'd send me to the hallway and id try not to breakdown. wash rinse repeat until the end of the year and suddenly the teach was so warm and so happy to have taught you!

Nothing changes i made it though elementary, middle and high school and i didn't get a badge or pat on the back just the worst burnout at 18. i held out so much hope that oh ill work it all out and school will someday be a breeze. id just been holding onto a pipe dream for 12 years.

so when i type in "tips for keeping a tidy room"...."for adhd" or "are binders uncomfortable for people with sensory issues?" or "binder for sensory issues" and these all come up with answers that actually speak to me, i kind of start reeling! Dude this shop from singapore i ordered from sent me a binder no sensory issues, perfect fit! after trying multiple bras cuz 'binding is uncomfortable' but this binder man no chest dysphoria, all the comfort that people would signal to me whenever id say "ugh bras are uncomfortable right?"

the cold authority figures i had as a kid don't deal with the fallout of 12 years of shame and discomfort with next to no explanation. but you cant really pin it on someone. its all the culmination of systemic '-isms'. THAT's hard to make peace with.

so ill finally admit that "ill just be undiagnosed out of respect :)" is just internalized ableism. that a lot of what i thought about myself was just internalized ableism. ill give every other person the benefit of the doubt regardless of professional diagnosis status, why don't i afford myself that same compassion the answer is obviously internalized ableism now that i write it out. but I've got to heal everybody does.

But damn if healing isn't bitter! medicine that can only be sweetened up with artificial strawberry, lest it loses its potency. so ill take the first step and round back to the beginning of what i was saying;

hey! pursuing a professional diagnosis as a black, young,trans person in the us south is daunting. do you have any autism and/or adhd self dx resources, neurodivergency resources or have any anecdotes about living with both that are fun i never hear about enough fun ppl have! anything would be helpful!

Hey there!

My experiences were pretty wild, honestly, I wasn't diagnosed through school and university even though I was a pretty classic case, and then I did pursue my Dx as an adult a few years ago.

It was pretty expensive, and because I'm self-employed and set my own hours that are quite intuitive and based off of my own needs and limits, I actually found that the medication I was prescribed made my workload harder to handle.

It's not that the medications for ADHD are bad - if I ever go back to university or enter more traditional employment again, I do want to keep meds in mind as an option - but that they're really intended to get you focused and adjusted for a 9 to 5 or other traditional job structure, and that's just not what my life looks like.

I will say that like...

It's not that a diagnosis is bad, but I actually do have some concerns about it in terms of receiving medical care - some bigoted doctors use ADHD and autism diagnoses as a reason to withhold medical care or otherwise to deny healthcare and assistance; some countries actually stipulate in their immigration policies that a condition like autism will negatively impact your ability to immigrate there.

If you want to try medication and you feel like you need it, official diagnosis might be a good route for you, but if you don't want medication, official diagnosis might be a hindrance as much as it could be a help.

There's nothing wrong or bad about having a diagnosis, what I'm saying is more that like... If you have ADHD or autism, then you have it whether a doctor agrees or not. You only need that doctor's piece of paper if you want to seek out medical treatment - lots of people seek out other resources while being self-diagnosed, especially because seeking out clinical diagnosis can be so expensive, and you can avail of any online resources without being "officially" ADHD or autistic, you know?

I don't have a huge amount of resources, but a few recs I have are:

ADHD Alien's comics - Pina's comics are very cute and I find a lot of them very relatable, but they almost always also have resources linked in the replies by Pina themselves or somebody else, specifically for the issue addressed in each comic.

HowToADHD - Jessica's videos are really comprehensive and go through a lot of ADHD experiences from different angles, especially looking at the day-to-day issues of the workplace or the domestic sphere with lots of little tips!

I was on Jeremy Sachs and Katherine Cox's podcast this month with my friend Ashleigh Wilder, and we talked about the impact of autism and trauma, which might be helpful. Ashleigh is an actor and poet, but he's got a background in psych, and they post a lot of resources around autism and other neurodivergence like OCD.

Healing sucks big time, and it takes a lot of time to unpack a lot of that internalised pain and fear - and also just like... recognising the things in you which might be to do with neurodivergent traits, and realising you can seek out resources or things to make your life easier.

It's a long journey for any of us, but I wish you luck, and I hope some of these resources make it easier to seek out more!

In general, I would absolutely remind you to always tack on "for adults" when searching for a lot of resources, simply because so many of them assume ADHD is a kid's condition and a kid's concern.

[lunatic-fandom-space]

Guess who just wrote a really long and detailed post in my notes app that I accidentally managed to delete. meeeeeeeee <3

So yeah, for better or for worse, heres a more condensed version of a very long post where I complain about 2000!Judas again that Ive written in like, two hours probably (I know that sounds like a lot but trust me, it isnt for me)

Basically, when I watched this version for the first time I thought the reason I didnt like this portrayal of Judas and thought he was really unsympathetic was because of the actor and some of the directorial choices made for his scenes. But then I rewatched it, paid closer attention and even made pretty detailed notes as I was watching like the nerd I am, and I realized that no, the direction is consistantly really good and does a great job at putting you in the characters head, which is a good way to get an audience to sympathize with a character, even for Judas' scenes. Heaven On Their Minds is a great example of this, here are the notes I took during the scene bc it took me days to write that original post that I deleted and I dont feel like rewriting stuff:

• At the start of Heaven On Their Minds: Judas singing directly at Jesus while theyre engulfed in blue but glowing orange before the apostles show up and the lighting changes to something more orange-y golden (signaling Judas snapping out of his thoughts about Jesus and back into reality) • At the end of Heaven On Their Minds: Judas stepping out of the warm golden light with Jesus and his apostles back into a cooler, blue-ish light to signify his disconnect with the others, wavering trust in Jesus

So, if its not the direction thats the issue, what is it? The actor? Well yeah, I think the actor is definitely the bigger issue for me here. idk if thats a hot take, I certainly dont think it should be. However, there are two big directorial choices that I have issues with, one thats very obvious and mostly concentrated in one scene and one thats a bit more 'spread out' so to speak and that I initially had some trouble pinpointing

The first and more obvious one is the Superstar scene. This song already has some tonal issues by virtue of being a funky disco song sandwiched between The Scene Where They Brutally Beat Jesus and The Scene Where They Brutally Crucify Jesus and having Judas be all smiley during it like hes happy about Jesus dying a slow and painful death only to get all sad at the very end when they actually start crucifying him does not help. Like at all. Its like they didnt get that Judas was meant to be like, frustrated during this song because it acts as an extension of his character throughout the musical, who was very frustrated with Jesus because he didnt understand him or why he did the things he did. Its also meant to be an expression of the audience's presumed feelings, since we, like Judas, just spent a long time with this guy and thought we kinda understood what his deal was only to then realize that no, we did not, actually.

Thats pretty much it, there is a similar weird kind of smugness and almost schadenfreude permeating the rest of this guy's performance as well, its just the most noticeable in that song

Now, Im gonna change the topic here for just a second because I think its necessary to talk about the costuming, specifically the colors of the clothes, to properly explain myself. Unlike the 2012 version, which did its own thing when it came to assigning colors to these characters, the 2000s version takes pretty much all the notable character colors from the 1973 movie. That means Jesus wears white, Herod also wears white which could be a way to visually connect them since Herod is referred to as king and seems to have some kind of special authority over jewish people even though he apparently doesnt have a lot of actual state power, kind of how Jesus is also hailed as king of sorts even though he obviously doesnt have any kind of stately power either ? idk, Im not analysing this further bc thats not what the post is about, Caiaphas, Annas and their three guys all wear black, Pilate wears purple (albeit a cooler tone than the 70s version thats closer to the purple the roman guards wore), Judas wears red and Mary wears red... in the 2000s version. She wears orange in the 70s movie

So, why would they change that when they otherwise changed very little about the costumes' colors? Im not gonna beat around the bush here, they were trying to emphasize the idea of Judas and Mary as foils and romantic rivals with Judas being the dark 'incorrect' "option" and Mary being totally morally good as a contrast. Think about it, Judas wears mostly black in this version with the red being closer to an accent color while Mary wears mostly red with black as an accent color, theyre wearing the same color scheme but inverted and Judas ended up with the darker and more menacing version of it (although I would argue its kinda hard to style the red-black combo as anything but edgy, vaguely threatening, vaguely sexy and seductive or a combination of any of those), Judas is a lot more physically aggressive towards Mary in this film which wasnt the case in the 1973 version (I havent rewatched the 2012 one yet and I dont remember a lot of the details but Im pretty sure he wasnt as physical in that version either), theres that weird bit right after I Dont Know How To Love Him where he inecplicably shows up to, idk, intimidate Mary? which then leads directly into Damned For All Time/Blood Money and the way its framed makes it seem like his betrayal was motivated by jealousy and some weird yandere-esque "If I cant have him, no one can" line of logic which is just weird. Like, I dont dislike this concept on the face of it, but they had no idea how to pull it off well

Actually, now that I think about it I feel like they work well enough as foils without any attempts to emphasize them as romantic rivals. Like, obviously Judas sings that little reprise of I Dont Know How To Love Him before his death but also his whole thing at the start of the musical was that he was turning away from Jesus while Mary's thing was that she was very close and loyal to him from beginning to end, like thats one of the things that Peter's Denial demonstrates right

Whatever, thats kind of it. I feel like thats a pretty abrupt ending to this but I dont care that much lol. In conclusion, although I love this movie for the direction and lighting I have a lot of shit to complain about, mostly relating to Judas and also this post ended up being a lot longer than expected, hope you enjoyed

[what-if-nct]

*rolls around and flails* I have to write Christmas cards for ppl at work. Like, I want to do it but at the same time it's a lot of work. How is ur holiday shopping? I hope u have been able to feel a little festive. I know ppl say they don't celebrate because it's a consumerist holiday but I also think the winter is harsh and cold. It would do well to be kind to each other and try to bring some joy into our lives. Warm hugs to everyone & I care. I care so much for everyone pls be safe 💗

Oh it is a lot of work but it's such a cute gesture. I really only write my friends cards for their birthdays. Cause I can't choose simple cards. I always get the 12 dollar ones at Target with a bunch of moving parts and glitter. But Christmas cards are so cute. And I've already gotten all of my friends their gifts. One of my friends already has hers and I got my sister just a bunch of her favorite snacks. She loves snacks And I'm waiting to see my best friend I had to check in and see what she already had cause she has a worse shopping addition than me and has all of the Sanrio things. But it's safe to say she doesn't have either things. It kinda matches the gift I gave her on my birthday. I was shopping for myself but I had to get it for her when I saw it. It was a hello kitty lunch box and cinnamoroll spoon. So she'll have the cutest lunches at her hospital. I love this time of the year. I think the world needs the beauty and joy of Christmas and this year my uncle is getting a sandwich platter for Christmas. when my grandma always did it but only for new years. I'm happy cause I'm having a hard time eating big meals. Well big for me I can't eat rice or pasta right not. I really can't eat more than a sandwich or sometimes can only eat sugar free vanilla pudding and it has to be that specific kind. So I'm happy I still get to eat with the family even though big meals are kinda hard right now. I almost cried while eating last night cause I accidentally made too much and didn't realize till I started to get full. But I forced myself to finish. Also! I got my friends gift I tried to wait but I opened it and its the second doll she got me this year and I can't believe it. I love both dolls and her so much. She's literally so sweet and amazing and wonderful. I'm so happy she's my friend. But look!

Isn't she pretty! She has the outfit from toxic by Britney Spears but I like this one more cause she looks like a New Jersey mom.

[hahafosh]

Book Review - いのちの車窓から

Was a bit hesitant on posting this but its my blog and I can post whatever i want!!! Anyways I just felt like I wanted to review a book I just finished reading so why not, lmao.

Title: いのちの車窓から

Author: 星野源 (Hoshino Gen)

Language: Japanese

Genre: エッセイ

Title literally translates to "From the Windshield of Life" which sounds kinda silly, so I'd probably go with "Peering from inside the window of life" or something, haha.

The book consist of 30 short essays, each about 4 to 5 pages long. A single piece took me about 10 to 15 minutes to read depending on the topic, which was perfect for my commute time to and from school.

Topics vary from talking about a specific person, to how the author feels about a certain event, subject, or even daily activities, which is an interesting peek into the life of a big name in the entertainment industry (in Japan at least). Just like all of us, Hoshino Gen is a regular person with likes and dislikes. And like us, he eats, sleeps, plays games and day dreams a lot. What really stood out to me though, was his sincere attitude towards just...being alive. There was a period of time where he had undergone surgery and took a long hiatus from his work as an artist, and perhaps it was that experience that shaped his view towards life.

Through the essays about his personal experiences, one could really feel his earnest desire to just be himself, to live a positive life and be a positive influence to others. The road towards that was certainly not full of sunshines and rainbows, but it warmed my heart to read about how he felt on his journey towards positivity. In a way, I felt encouraged as well to be more positive and true to myself.

Aside from the more personal anectodes, topics on certain people or subjects, for example a shiba inu, were fun to read. 11/10 could relate to very much. Shiba inus are cute, shiba inus are justice. Praise the squishy doggo!

Writing wise, it was an easy read. Had to use the dictionary sometimes to look up the meaning of certain words, or their pronunciation as furigana is scarce. Aside from that, the way each paragraph flows seamlessly into the next truly made the experience a good one. The tone is casual, like how one would write a diary, but written with enough clarity that reader could picture his state of mind at that point of time. I did notice however a tendency to use a specific connective word a lot, but I chalked it up to an author's specialty, as well as being a tool to express his spontaneous personality. I would say though that to fully appreciate the book, one would need a bit of knowledge and understanding of Japanese culture, on top of knowledge about well-known figures in the entertainment industry. I was not familiar with some of the people mentioned in certain essays (especially the comedians from an earlier era), so those did not resonate with me as much as other topics, but it was still a fun read nevertheless. The essay on Aragaki Yui, who would go on to become his wife a few years after the publication of this book, was really sweet in particular. From the bottom of my heart, I felt really glad that got together!

I'm really bad at book reviews so maybe I'll just stop writing here lol. I think book reviews are supposed to be objective?? but mine probably turned out to be too subjective LOL. Whatever I just think it's a good book! I highly recommend it to anyone who wants to start reading Japanese books! It's perfectly bite sized!!

Personally, I came to REALLY appreciate his songs after reading this book. I started listening to his songs out of curiousity, and found the lyrics to his songs to be really beautiful, which in turn made me want to try giving his essays a read. No regrets. Now I fully understand why his songs have this charm that hooks you in and lifts your spirits after listening to them. YELLOW DANCER is my favourite album, and reading about his inspiration behind the creation of it enhances my enjoyment of the album even more UvU)b

Can't wait for いのちの車窓から 2, which is slated to be released on 30th September!

P/S: The character on the cover art of this book subtly forms the number "1". Removing the cover jacket reveals a different character on the cover, which also forms the number "1". I thought that was really clever! I also did not notice this myself lol my mom pointed it out during a video call lol.

[that-kid89]

03.26.2024

numb the pain. <- song of my day

but like a happy day for me? tbh definitely ended on more of high note, a spark of hope after being unemployed for a week now.

i feel like i could write 15 sentences at the same time right now.

madness, insanity, sickness, disturbed, panic.

ecstasy, highs, journeys, toys, wanderlust.

modest, numb, emotional, passive.

literally just writing random words that pop in my head. feels like gonzo clarity. check me if it's narcissism. too much pride.

daily average for screen time on my iphone is 3.5 hours for the 3 days this week.

read and skimmed all the back to my opener post. i initially felt bad, sad, and let down. reading my thoughts of love for heather, but more so my feelings towards my self. talking to myself in this blog, scolding him nearly. listing my needs and realizing where i sit that i made not one attempt at getting those things. were they really needs or just fantasies though.

kinda feelin like fuck all that shit. maybe its the beers and esteem boost from my first hearing back on one the applications i sent out in the last 7 days.

whats always wild to me, is how i can drift off into my dreams, when i'm awake. the rare night where i just daydream and not even sleep. its so crazy to me, and i dont recall talking about that seriously with someone. wish i did with heather. but also the stimulation i get from twist my hair into knots. sometimes it hurts so good. but i get mad when it's really knotted, and i gotta rip it apart, usually with hair being ripped out. insane.

talking about today now. woke up late, but earlier than i thought after falling asleep around 3am. tried not to drink but caved last night and had a few swigs of casamigos followed by a lovely beer. technically counts as today! well i suppose only the events beginning at 12:00am. fuck it, yeah so i woke up, and funny i keep checking my phone for all kinds of notifications. first thing i read was a message from christian on insta about the boat hitting the bridge in baltimore. this is recent to the mass shooting in russia, god damn dark news. still seeing a bunch of posts about necann. i'm glad i've been to events, but felt i had no place going this year. i don't think i've been when working in the industry, but definitely when i was younger. took a much needed shower today and trimmed up. then went to whole foods and petco. nearly bought the exact same things from each store, from i got yesterday. took the amg out though, and always get excited to drive that beast. let it warm up right, cold start was rowdy as always. deffs got some good pops and bangs. fuckin car is so quick too, and so exhilarating. however i did get this great beer as well called "termination". spent a lot of time looking at crafties to get, and ultimately chose this one although it being a triple ipa. 10% abv and damnnnn smooth. i'm on my second one tonight. sipping out the duvel big round chalice that i got from an xmas yankee swap one year. but anyway, getting a hit back on an application from only yesterday was an esteem boost. seems like a company tha could really use my help, and that they'll have a lot of work cut out for me. falling in love a bit quick as i do my homework on them. keeping in my mind that its only a teams meeting planned for next week but was still the first i've heard in a week. this last week has felt like freedom. but also emptiness. i do miss my last job, and still trying to get a good understanding of how it ended. but it feels a lot like the lat time heather and i broke up. i had reached my breaking points with them months ago, and never recovered. but they cite a recent mishandling of a heroin related customer incident at the store, which i can see how they perceive as mishandling, but damn it really felt good to get fired. i just walked out they of my term. instant relief, not much to finalize with them either. anyway

running out of steam with my writing. im glad i did. btw, song of the day came from nowhere. i somehow had the song stuck in the head, and i searched a rough idea of the lyrics with xxxtentacion and nailed it. i've had it on repeat all day since. had it on loop in the car, and had it on loop during this whole session. a classic way i've listened to my favorite x songs, a repetitive lyric design with just guitar chords or sample. feel like he's here with me, just sharing his emotions with me.

came to love his music after a distinct memory of mine, being when i shurgged off his death as i read him to be an abuser in his relationship. came to realize he had remorse in his actions, and was on a mission that i never would found out myself. this girl told me he was one of her favs, and that's when i got into him. his music still took time to grow on me, but ive now listened to most of his music, and i think all of his albums, all the way through, multiple times. 17, ?, skins, bad vibes forever, and some of his early stuff from mixtapes and singles. but yeah, quite a learning and growing experience. ending sentences on the 4 beat, or like a significant strum or beat, just feels so good.

rest in peace jahseh.

thank you for helping me open up my mind in so many ways.

here's to me, and the life i've lived and will continue to complete. excited to see where life takes me. for now, a nostalgic night of no responsibilities, weed and beer.

signing off.

[adoringhaikyuu]

hello!! i have a bit of a request! could i get oikawa bokuto and kuroo w a s/o who absolutely loves to cook and bake and does so a lot, but always always always shares the food they make? n they kinda slowed down in making food bc ppl arent accepting or wanting the food they make and its making them really down :(

ive been having this issue w my roommates bc i always cook for them w lots of love and they never eat what i make and its,, draining on me,,,,

but yea!! i just want oikawa bokuto n kuroo to make me feel a lil better :( thank u so so so much!!!! i love ur blog n ur writing so much 🖤

THEY AREN'T EATING YOUR FOOD SO YOU STOP COOKING FOR THEM

CHARACTERS: bokuto + kuroo + oikawa + (gn!reader)

WARNINGS: none

NOTES: i hope everything is ok and if not i hope it gets better!! <3 + i tried to make these a little happier ! they all take place over a week + i tried a new format with this we'll see if i stick w it sfkjhg

bokuto:

bokuto honestly didn't not want to eat your food

it's just that he had to go on a new diet for the upcoming season, his trainer and nutritionist told him to try it out to see how it works with him

and the things you cooked and baked were on the no eating list

he just loved when you made food for him, it tasted amazing and he could feel the love you put into it

he was planning on waiting the diet out and stockpiling all the food you made for afterwards as a treat

but he may or may not have failed to tell you that

so when you noticed he wasn't eating the food you left for him when he came home late after practice, you were disheartened and not to be dramatic, but heartbroken as well

deciding not to waste anymore, you simply stopped

turns out, the diet wasn't really working with bokuto, his nutritionist decided it was unecessary since he was getting the same results when he wasn't on it––thanks to his genetics, metabolism and workout routine. if anything he was glad, he was beyond excited to come home and finally eat your cooking again.

he practically ran home with a skip in his step, shouting out cheerfully as soon as he stepped past the front door. "baby i'm home!" he put his things down and took his shoes off, before gliding in front of the fridge to open it. "what's for dinner?––" he trailed off when he noticed there was nothing cooking, maybe you were starting later? he looked through the shelves in the fridge, looking for something to snack on in the mean time and gasped abruptly when he couldn't find the containers of food he'd been saving over the past week.

he closed the doors and frantically looked around the kitchen, opening random cupboards that couldn't possibly keep any refrigerated food fresh.

you walked in to find him searching around like a madman and you paused. "kou? what's wrong?"

he looked up at the sound of your voice and ran over to you, placing his hands on your waist. he kissed your forehead to say hello, despite the pout on his face and the clearly pressing matter on his mind. "hi baby doll. i was looking for all the food that was in the fridge, did you move them?"

you paused, "well i––i threw them out?"

his eyes almost bulged out of his head, "what?! why??"

you were confused by his sudden outburst, it's not like he was eating any of it. "i mean you weren't eating, kou...it's been a week since you've stopped eating my food, i just didn't see the point in keeping it all in there...that's also why i'm not making dinner right now."

he stared at you, shocked and disappointed in himself, he had no idea you were feeling this upset. "oh my god...did i forget to tell you?" your brows furrowed curiously but he simply pulled you into his arms for a tight hug. "i'm so sorry bub––they wanted me to try out this new diet, that's why i wasn't eating! i didn't mean to make you upset! i was even planning on eating all of the dinners i missed afterwards...but the diet wasn't for me so i can go back to eating normally now!"

you pulled back slightly to look at him, not knowing what to say. "oh..."

he gave you a sad smile, "yeah," he brought a hand up to hold your cheek, "you know i love your food––it honestly hurt my heart when they told me i couldn't eat it!"

you cracked a smile and he gave you one right back, "i'm serious!"

you sighed happily, "okay...so i guess i should start making dinner then?––"

he was pulling you over to the fridge before you could finish your sentence, "absolutely! and i'm helping!"

you laughed and started getting the ingredients together, "how about i make your favorite tonight?"

he nodded like a child excited for ice cream and kissed you on the cheek. he wasn't really a chef himself, that's why he left it to you––he didn't want to burn down the kitchen. so he'd mostly be staying by your side, maybe handing you things or mixing things, but you enjoyed his company nonetheless.

you had started seasoning the food when he slid his arms around you from behind, leaning down to rest his head on your shoulder. "hey baby?" you hummed in response and his hold on you tightened a bit. "would you...mind making my favorite dessert tonight too? i've been craving it for a while now..."

you smiled to yourself and nodded, "i'd love to."

he squeezed you and kissed your cheek loudly, "yes! thank you i love you so much!–"

kuroo:

almost every day you sent kuroo off to work with a baked good you made him

he loved them and you loved making them so it was a win-win

you'd put them in a little container with a cute note

and though he knew what to expect each time, they never failed to brighten his day

but earlier this week you stopped by kuroo's office to drop off the treat he'd forgotten to take with him today in his rush out the door

he was in a meeting so his assistant let you into his office

and you felt an ache in your chest when you noticed four of the treats you'd given him this past week all on his desk, unopened

that day, you went back home with all the uneaten sweets and unshed tears aching to fall from your eyes

did he just take them to please you? did he not really want them this whole time? was he just trying to be a good husband?

all these questions flooded your mind, only confusing and hurting you further

but one thing was for certain, you'd stop baking them for him

it didn't make sense for you to if you knew it'd be going to waste

kuroo was beyond done with his day and it wasn't even halfway over. he sighed, loosening his tie as he shut the door to his office, drained from the two hour meeting he'd been in.

thankfully, he had no more meetings today so he could sit and relax while he worked in his office. he sat down at his desk and shut his eyes for a moment, needing to calm down and regenerate himself. he reached over to his left blindly, knowing he'd left the treats you baked him there––things had been getting so hectic lately, he barely had time to eat them, but he was saving them for when he did have the time.

his hand smacked down on the desk three times as he tried to reach for the containers before he finally opened his eyes. his brows furrowed slightly, "what the..." he looked around the desk, opening the drawers and everything before giving up and calling his assistant in.

she knocked on the door and he signaled for her to come in.

"yes sir?"

"hi, do you know where the sweets i had on my desk are? i thought i left them here."

his assistant thought for a moment before perking up, "oh i believe your partner came and collected them while you were in your meeting, sir."

he frowned, "y/n was here? why didn't you tell me?"

"they asked me not to disturb you."

kuroo nodded, "oh alright...well, thank you, that'll be all."

he immediately pulled his personal phone out and called your number, you must have been back home by now.

you saw his name pop up on your screen as you were about to throw out the baked goods and hesitated for a good while before sighing and picking up. "yes?"

you could practically hear the smirk on his face as he spoke through the phone.

kuroo leaned back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling as he spoke. "you stole my sweets from me? where'd you hide them? or did you eat them?"

he didn't even feel bad that he'd just left them there?––"well you clearly weren't eating them kuroo," the smirk dropped from his face and he sat up, alert. woah––kuroo? why did you sound upset? "they were just sitting on your desk––anyway, i was about to throw them out."

"woah, what?? why would you do that?!"

he was speaking to you but you honestly weren't listening, too annoyed and too hurt to pay attention. "look if you didn't like them, you could have just told me so i wouldn't have to waste hours every day busting my ass to make them for you––were you just throwing them out this whole time, is that it?––"

he shook his head with each word you uttered before realizing you couldn't see him, he was just in complete shock. "what? no no, kitten listen to me, hey listen, okay?" you paused, mostly to catch your breath, but he took that opportunity to speak up. "i love when you bake for me, everything you make tastes amazing. i love eating the sweets you make when i'm at work because they remind me of you and of how much you love me––this week's just been a complete pain in my ass and i haven't had the time to sit down, eat and enjoy your treats, i love them and you too much to just scarf them down in a minute. i need to savor them, you know?" despite the adrenaline running in your body, you cracked a smile. "i finally had some time to myself and i was gonna eat them just now when i realized they were missing so i called you..."

he trailed off and you took that as your cue to speak up. "oh..."

you could hear his smirk again, "yeah, oh."

"so i...maybe...overreacted a bit."

he chuckled, the sound warm even through the phone. "no kitten you didn't, i get why you were upset––but, you should have asked me about it first."

you sighed, "yeah, yeah..." you looked at the open containers in front of you, only now noticing the notes you put in them were gone––he must have taken them out to read them even though he didn't have time to eat––"wait a minute, if you haven't had time to eat..." you could hear him clear his throat awkwardly, "kuroo you haven't been eating lunch?!"

he laughed awkwardly, "um, i mean, i eat after work––"

"that's not the same!" you rolled your eyes, "i'm coming back over there and i'm bringing you lunch and you're going to eat it, understand?"

he poked his tongue to the side of his cheek. "okay, kitten."

you sighed, "you're lucky i love you."

he leaned back in his chair again, "oh could you bring one of the––"

you cut him off, putting one of the already closed containers back in your bag. "already on it."

he grinned, "god, i love you."

oikawa:

oikawa loves your cooking

and normally he scrambles home after practice to eat it

but this past week training was grueling and tiring, so by the time he came out every day, he was drained mentally and physically

and he was starving

he couldn't wait any longer as soon as he stepped foot out of the gym

so he went to the nearest takeout place, bodega, whatever to get something to eat quickly,, for the whole week

he thought nothing of it

but when he came home every night for a week straight saying he'd already eaten when you tried to offer him the food you spent hours making?

it hurt, a lot

so you decided you'd stop cooking

oikawa was aching to go home––he was exhausted and all he thought about to get him through the day was you, your cooking and your cuddles. he needed all three immediately. when his coach said they were all free to go home, he could almost feel a weight lifting off his shoulders.

he sighed loudly as he stepped into your home, peeling his sneakers off and setting his things aside. he padded into the house, going straight to the kitchen and frowned when you were nowhere in sight. he'd come home a bit early today, around the time you were usually making dinner.

he looked around and walked to the living room, smiling to himself when he found you sitting on the couch, looking for something to watch on tv.

you smiled up at him and greeted him, the sound of your voice making him feel warm inside. "hi baby, how was your day?"

he huffed and slid onto the couch, lying down so his head was in your lap. "don't even talk to me about the day i've had––i was thinking about you the whole time." he took your hand in his and brought it up to his lips to give it a soft kiss. "you got me through it."

he placed one of your hands on his cheek and the other in his hair, mumbling a thank you when you started playing with the slightly damp mess on his head. "mm that feels good baby." he closed his eyes and sighed contently, settling in comfortably to your touch.

after a few moments, he spoke up softly, trying his best not to fall asleep. "what's for dinner?"

"um i'm not sure," your eyes were focused back on the tv as you thought for a moment. "what do you wanna order?"

he paused and cracked one eye open, opening the other when he realized you weren't joking. "wha––order?"

you looked down at him and nodded hesitantly, "yeah? like takeout?"

he sat up abruptly and turned to face you, "what? why?"

you paused this time, unsure of how to respond. "well...every night for the past week you haven't been eating my food. i think it's fair for me to assume you don't want my food anymore."

he felt a piece of himself break on the inside, "oh angel..." he grabbed your hands, "no no––i love your food, you know that––i've just been so tired this week, i couldn't even wait to get home to eat, so i stopped by the nearest places with the boys." he scooted closer to you. "i'm so sorry i made you feel like i didn't appreciate what you do for me––i promise from now on i'll drag myself on my hands and knees if i have to to come home to you and eat––"

you laughed and shook your head, "tooru there's no need for that––"

he cut you off, almost offended. "of course there is! i hurt your feelings baby, i never want to do that again!"

you smiled and pulled him in for a sweet kiss that he quickly melted into. you pulled away to look at him earnestly. "it's okay babe. just...maybe tell me next time? i was just worried you were tired of my food, that's all."

he pulled you into his lap and held you tight. "i could never and will never be tired of anything you do for me, i promise." he kissed your cheek. "though it is my fault, i did miss your cooking this week––but if you're not in the mood to make anything i understand and we can still order––"

you shook your head, "i'll make your favorite, okay?"

he pulled you in for another kiss, "i really don't deserve you."

[quindolyn]

Hiiii i heard a headcannon that james potter would love shower sex and i was wondering wether you could write something like that? No specific’s do whatever you want with it just sex in the shower ;)

 You in Here? || James Potter

Word Count: 2268

A/N: I hate this perhaps more than anything I’ve ever written but I need to write if only to remind myself that I still can because sidofhdfwqifbr. I feel like I haven’t been productive in weeks and posting is gonna hopefully help me with that. I’ve hated other things I’ve posted as well and y’all seemed to react positively to those so who the hell knows.

Warnings: Degradation, daddy kink, kinda proof read, little bit of exhibitionism 

Masterlist

��Jamie,” You called out, your voice echoing as it bounced back off the tiled walls of the Quidditch showers. 

You hadn’t been able to grab James after the Quidditch game, where he’d led him and his team to victory, before he had headed off towards the locker room, being stopped by Dobson who was subbing in as keeper for the game. The team’s usual keeper in the hospital wing with a bad case of blood poisoning he’d contracted from an unfortunate Care of Magical Creatures lesson. 

You’d never really given much thought to the boy as he was a year below you and you didn’t much run in the same circles but neither of those facts seemed to discourage him as he pulled you aside after the game.

His desperate and frankly pathetic attempts to flirt with you, the team captain’s girlfriend, had stalled you too long apparently as by the time you’d managed to break free of his bad pickup lines and clumsy winks James was nowhere in sight and Sirius had to direct you towards the showers where he’d seen him disappear into. 

And now stumbling around the locker room looking for your boyfriend you followed the sound of running water to the back corner of the showers.

“There you are,” You murmured as his dripping form came into view. Blocked by a sheet of warped glass all you could make out of his figure was the outline of his strong physique as he twisted and turned to let the water wash over his ridiculously toned body.

“James?” Your voice lilted up in a question as you wrapped your knuckles against the glass of the door.

“(Y/N/N)? What are you doing in here?” He asked, his voice rough which you assumed was from screaming over the roaring wind to communicate with his teammates. 

What you hadn’t noticed before escaping James’ subordinate was the aforementioned boy lurking a few feet away, jaw clenched, the vein in his forehead pulsing as he glared down the boy who seemed to have abandoned all of his inhibitions.

Though you had missed him, James most certainly hadn’t missed you and heading off to the showers he’d hoped that a hot shower would soothe the possessiveness bubbling up in his stomach but it had not had the desired effect. 

“Came looking for you Jamesie,” You explained, “Wanted to congratulate you,” A sly smirk tugged at the corners of your lips, painted a brilliant red as you began shedding the numerous layers of clothing you’d been bundled up in to shield yourself from the biting wind.

“Why don’t you congratulate that Dobson kid?” The edge to James’ voice was impossible to miss.

You frowned as you reached around your now nearly bare torso, having made quick work of your top layers, to unclasp your bra, shrugging it off of your shoulders to let it fall to the ground. Left in only your panties you spared a glance over your shoulder before abandoning those as well and opening the door to the shower.

Even after all this time you still had to stop your jaw from dropping whenever you saw James’ body, the defined muscles of his abs, the way they shifted in his back as he reached for things and just went about with his daily business.

His legs. Those fucking legs.

And don’t even get you started on his arms because you could go on and on for hours about them, about every part of him quite frankly.

You stood dumbstruck outside the shower cubicle before James pulled you in by your arm before someone walked in and saw you naked. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” The boy growled, towering over you as he wrapped an arm around your waist, keeping you tucked into his strong chest. You could feel his half hard cock pressing against your stomach as one hand drifted to your ass, squeezing it to the point of pain before releasing and smacking the afflicted area with the palm of his hand. The burning hot water didn’t help either with the pain as it washed over your backside, amplifying the sting from your boyfriend’s harsh touch.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You asked incredulously, having no clue what he was talking about. “That hurt.”

“Good,” He responded curtly, returning his tight hold on the supple flesh of your bottom, squeezing even more harshly than before, no doubt leaving bruises in the shape of his fingers. 

“S’ what you deserve after teasing me like that with that fucking prat, and then right now, standing naked in the middle of the locker room, anyone could’ve walked in at any point and seen your arse.”

“No one was gonna just-”

You were cut off by his fingers meeting the side of your face more harshly than you anticipated.

“Ow,” You squeaked, “Was that necessary?”

Growing more and more frustrated James pushed his index and middle finger past your slightly parted lips, shoving his long fingers further and further until the tips of his rough, calloused digits bumped the back of your throat and had you struggling to breathe as he triggered your gag reflex.

“Shut your fucking mouth,” He grumbled, catching your wrist with his hand before you were able to grab at the wrist of the hand gagging you, “First flirting with that little prick and now talking back to me, who the fuck do you think you are?”

Your response was garbled as you tried to speak around his fingers, but no matter what you were trying to say it was muffled even more as he pushed his fingers even further down your throat. 

A sick smile grazed his face as you gagged violently, tears slipping from your tear ducts and rolling down your face in twin rivers, collecting in pools at the curve of your jaw.

“Oh don’t cry baby,” He cooed mockingly, pulling his fingers from your mouth, allowing you to take deep gulps of air as he moved his hands to cup your jaw, his thumbs wiping away your tears.

One hand trailed from your face, down your torso, pausing at your tit to take the nipple between his fingers, pinching harshly and pulling a strangled gasp from your lips as the action sent pleasure mixed with a healthy amount of pain zipping up your spine. 

Eventually finding his way to your pussy James ran his index finger through your sopping folds, smiling cavalierly at the pool of slick he found there.

“Fucking pathetic,” He muttered, staring at his finger as it teased your cunt, “You got off on that?” He asked, lifting his visage to meet yours, “You got off on Daddy fucking choking you with his fingers?”

After a beat of held eye contact, you realized that it wasn’t a rhetorical question and that the man in front of you expected an answer. 

“Yes, Daddy.” 

Satisfied with your response James’ gaze dropped back to your pussy where he was now lifting up your clitoral hood, exposing your sensitive bundle of nerves to his touch.

“What was that you said about congratulating me slut?” He asked, harshly pinching your clit between his thumb and forefinger, smirking as you whimpered and brought your hand up to clasp his bicep, supporting yourself as you felt your knees weakening. 

The pleasure he could bring you from just his fingers was enough to have you in a puddle by his feet, clawing at his ankles and begging for more.

“Think as a reward I’d like to mark you up, show everyone how much of a desperate whore my baby is. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes Daddy, wanna be your slut.”

“My whore,” He corrected.

“Your whore.”

At your agreement James latched his lips onto the side of your neck, sucking vicious hues of purple and blue into the delicate skin that resided there.

“Fuck,” You swore, tipping your head back so that he could have even better access to your skin.

A pathetic whine slipped from your trembling lips as James pulled away from your neck, instead attaching them to yours, delicately brushing his against your own. As you tried to lean forward, wanting to deepen the kiss you felt James’ hand bury itself in your damp hair, gripping tightly at the root, using his hold to keep your head in place as he pulled back.

“No swearing pretty girl,” He murmured as his lips brushed yours ever so lightly against yours, “Pretty babies don’t swear, yeah?” 

He peppered kisses across your lips as you nodded your agreement, tickling your skin before finally deepening the kiss as you so desperately wanted. You savored the taste of his lips as his tongue delved into your mouth, exploring the warm expanse before mingling his tongue with yours. 

You were no match for his aggression as he dominated your tongue pulling a moan from the depths of your belly where you felt a know tightening as the slick between your legs continued to collect in a pool of your own arousal.

“Gonna show you how good I can make you feel,” James promised, crouching to loop his arms underneath your thighs, guiding your legs to wrap around his waist, and moving to support your bum as he backed you into the wall, using that to help support your weight. 

“Gonna show you how good I can make you feel when you’re mine.”

“Please Daddy,” You begged, pleading eyes looking up at him as you pushed your bottom lip out in a pathetic display of your submission, “Want your cock please.”

It was funny really, how quickly you went from feisty to his submissive slut. And you didn’t even have his cock yet.

Your begging spurring James on, he didn’t bother restraining himself any longer and instead pushed his cock into your warm, pulsing pussy.

A cry tore its way through your throat as he didn’t even bother to ease his way in, not wanting to wait another second, just wanting to be inside of you.

“Shh,” He hissed, clasping a strong hand over your mouth, hanging wide open as you barely had control over yourself to keep your eyes open, much less make the conscious effort to keep your mouth closed in order to keep in the moans and whimpers that shamelessly tumbled from your agape mouth.

James’ pace was relentless as he thrusted in and out of you, watching as his cock appeared then disappeared as he moved in and out of your cunt, your pussy squeezing him to an almost painful degree.

“So fucking pretty,” He swore, palming your tits with his strong hands, leaving your nipples hard as he pinched them again, just as he did earlier, watching the look on your face as he twisted them to the point of pain. 

You snapped your mouth shut so that you wouldn’t let out a curse, not wanting to disobey Jamie. 

“Mine, all mine,” Jamie grumbled as he let go of your boobs, preferring to watch them bounce as he sped up his thrusts, the spongy tip of his cock brushing against your g-spot, pulling a strangled sigh from you as you lost more and more of yourself in pleasure.

“All yours Daddy,” You agreed, leaning your head up against the cold tile of the shower wall as you focused on the pleasure James was bringing you with every deep thrust. 

“That’s right slut,” James said, remembering his earlier frustration, “If s’all mine, all f’me then what the hell are you doing talking to that little dick?”

His hard gaze met yours and though they were swimming with lust it did nothing to dilute the seriousness they held, making it clear to you that he expected an answer.

“Didn’t mean to Daddy, didn’t mean to be naughty,” You explained, hoping that he would realize that you really had had no mal intent in speaking with the boy, you just hadn’t wanted to be rude.

Seemingly paying your response no mind James attached his lips to your collar bone, laving his tongue over it before retracing his steps and sucking marks that matched the ones he’d previously left on your neck. 

As he worked to paint your skin in rich hues he lifted your hips so that he could reach even further depths inside of you, sheathing himself completely inside of you before pulling back out, all while moving his fingers to your clit, where they had once previously resided. 

The combined stimulation of him so deep inside of you and his strong fingers on your clit had the knot in your belly tightening as the stimulation on your clit sent tendrils of pleasure shooting up your back.

It was all too much, the overwhelming stimulation from his cock combined with his fingers pinching and rolling your sensitive bundle of nerves between the pads of his fingers, and the steady streams of scalding water warming your skin almost had you forgetting to ask to cum as you felt the pleasure boiling up in the depths of your tummy. 

“D-Daddy may I-”

You were cut off by the sound of the locker room door slamming open quickly followed by the rumbling of voices.

“Potter!” One of them called out, “You in here?”

Recognizing the voice as that belonging to none other than the very boy who had landed you in your small predicament you studied James’ face, with wide piteous eyes as the sound of footsteps slapping against the tile floor approached your little enclave.

James smiled deviously at you before responding, “Yeah, we’re back here.”

tagging:@randomoutsiders @weasleyposts @amourtentiaa @kittykylax @superbturtlemakerathlete @oliviashea05 @pinkandblueblurbs @st0nesnglitter @thatvenusbabe @itsmentalillness @zzzfour @greenlyblue @emmaev @temporaryissue @gubleryum @msmb r @miraclesoflove @velmasteas @drachoesimp @ashlovesthemarauders

[srta-doppe]

Hey can I request a scenario for fem reader ends up bleeding after sex. And can it be with Chifuyu, Mitsuya, Emma and Yuzuha? Aged up of course and If its too many characters you can select any 2 or whatever works with you. Its alright if you don't wanna write this, have a good week and stay hydrated and safe!!

hi anon! <3 your message was really sweet and it made my day siudcbed sorry for the delay, I wanted to inform myself a bit on the whole thing so I could be more accurate on it! :D hope you enjoy, and you have a good week too ♡

BLEEDING AFTER SEX WITH CHIFUYU, MITSUYA, EMMA AND YUZUHA

minors dni!

notes: blood, implied sex, aged-up characters! they're around 21-22, mentions of Taiju Shiba, nothing really important really

— CHIFUYU MATSUNO ;

It's been a while since both of you started dating, and even if the idea of having sex was there, you were two virgins whose only knowledge about sex was porn videos on the internet, so the subject never came up.

In the end, it happened naturally, as everything in your relationship. As long as Chifuyu was by your side, everything was easier.

"Shit, y/n, you're bleeding" At those words, you lift your head so fast that you headbutt your boyfriend by mistake, making him groan.

"Fuck, sorry. You good?"

"You're the one bleeding right now, don't worry about me" Chifuyu frowns a bit, looking at the blood on the sheets, getting up and putting on his boxers as fast as he can "Stay there, i'll bring you a towel"

Before you can complain, Chifuyu is already rushing out of your room towards the bathroom. You let out a chuckle, amused by the situation.

You couldn't say you weren't worried. But even if you were a virgin, you liked to do... research. Just in case. So you knew the bleeding could be because it was your first time, no big deal. Chifuyu, on the other hand...

The door opened once again, revealing your boyfriend, towel on his shoulders and a bucket full of water on his hands.

"You know showering is also an option, right?" You joked, looking at your boyfriend while he dipped part of the towel on the bucket, cleaning the already stained sheets, and then your thighs as careful as he could.

"We'll shower tomorrow, now we're gonna sleep. Or go to the doctor. Gosh was I too rough? Does it hurt? Maybe I should just dress up and-"

"Fuyu, breath" Caressing his cheek, you let out a laugh "It's fine, it doesn't hurt. I'm more tired than anything. This is probably because I'm- well, was, a virgin"

"Are you sure it's because of that, y/n? You're not lying to me just so I don't worry, right?" Chifuyu frowned again, and you could only roll your eyes and flick his forehead.

"Of course not, you idiot. Now, don't take too long and let's cuddle and sleep, alright? Sex is more tiring than I thought"

Now it was Chifuyu's turn to laugh, more relaxed after what you said, and cleaning your body with the warm towel on his hands.

Next day, the first thing he did though, was search on the internet. Even if you said it didn't hurt, Chifuyu would get worried if you bleed again, so he has to educate himself for the next time.

— MITSUYA TAKASHI ;

Mitsuya was always gentle with you, treating you a the most valuable masterpiece on the world- and maybe that's what he considered you to be.

So, when he saw you bleeding after having sex, he was surprised.

"Hey, love, you're bleeding. Did I went too rought on you?" You boyfriend wishpered, brushing your hair away from your face and leaving pecks on your eyelids, forehead and cheeks.

"Huh?" You murmured, moving lazily to see what Mitsuya was talking about. Truly, it didn't hurt. Not at the moment at least, but the blood was there "Hm... I think it wasn't anything out of the ordinary? It didn't hurt, so I don't know what happened"

Mitsuya felt a bit of guilt. He didn't want to hurt you in any way, and he always took extra care of you, so knowing he made you bleed, even when you said it didn't hurt, made him feel kinda bad.

"Hey, stop with the long face, Takashi. It's alright, ok? How about we take a bath and then sleep. I don't think this is something so serious. And if anything happends, we'll just go to the doctor" You smiled, cupping you boyfriend face on your hands, and kissing his nose before kissing his lips, short and chaste, both of you smiling warmly at each other.

"Alright, you win this time, y/n. But promise you will go to the doctor if something else happens, alright?"

"Promise!"

— EMMA SANO ;

Both of looked at the blood on the sheets, silent for a few seconds, before you bursted out in laughter.

"Well, I don't know how we're gonna explain Draken the blood on the sheets, because us fighting and breaking each other's nose doesn't sound credible" The blonde laughed in response, relaxed at how chill you were while literally bleeding after an intimate time with your partner.

"I mean, it's not like he knows nothing about these kind of things. But yeah, I don't think I could look him in the eyes for a while" Both of you laughed again, before Emma kissed you softly, a little frown present on her face now "But did I hurt you? I know this isn't so uncommon, I'm just worried"

"Yeah, don't worry. I think we didn't use much lubricant, and we were kind of impatient too..." You sighed. Now that you think about it, both of you should have known better. Not like you regretted it, though. You were as desperate for being with your girlfriend as much as she was.

"Alright, alright. Uh, how about we clean this? Then we take a shower and I'll make us dinner as an apology for making you bleed, alright?" Emma smiled brightly, and you swear that even the blonde could hear your heart beating at that moment.

God, you were so in love with her. She was an angel.

"That would be amazing, babe. But how about I help you make dinner instead? I missed you so much. I don't wanna spend that much away from you again" You whined, hiding your face on you girlfriend's neck, feeling her chest go up and down with her laughter, while a hand brushed your hair, making a tiny braid.

"I missed you too. Let's go take that warm bath so we can make a cute dinner and brag about our relationship"

— YUZUHA SHIBA ;

"Sorry y/n... I didn't want to make you bleed" Yuzuha frowned, kissing your stomach and caressing your sides, while you played with her hair.

"Yuzu, I already told you, it's fine. It's not a bid deal. You're my first so it's not weird that I bleed. I never... you know" You made a little gesture with your hands, feeling your face get warmer.

Yuzuha looked at you, amused at how you were embarrased of saying you never fingered yourself, after she literally did it for you. She felt bad, but she knew this was your first time, for both of you. She could learn for her mistakes and don't repeat them next time.

"Then, next time I'll make you you feel even better" Yuzuha declared with a smirk, leaving more kisses on your skin, but never ceasing the visual contact with you, making you feel embarrased.

Yuzuha was, honestly,a great partner. Even if she panicked a bit after seeing your blood on her fingers, it didn't take long until she was taking care of you, cleaning the blood and asking you how you were, bringing you a glass of water and making sure you were fine.

Yuzuha was a virgin, and so were you. The difference was that, while Yuzuha never dated anyone before, too busy taking care of Hakkai and dealing with Taiju, you did went out with a few boys, one or two girls two.

Those relationships never lasted much, and none of them really got so intimate, but you were glad Yuzuha was your first.

Cuddling on bed, you talked about it. About how both of you should do some reasearch to avoid these kind of situations again. Yuzuha wanted the best for you, and so did you for her. You weren't kids, but you were still young. Both of you had much to learn, and you wanted to do it together.

Even when those thigns were how to avoid making your girlfriend bleed after fingering her.

[chironshorseass]

133 for percabeth please :)

Pre-TLO era. I can’t help myself :)) also this was inspired by @posallys post lol hiiii bestie this one’s for u ig <3

writing prompts 

.

"I hope you have a cold shower."

He turned to her, surprised—if only for a few seconds. Then a smile spread across his face, once he caught on to her expression. "A cold shower, huh? You know I can change the temperature, right?"

There was something enchanting about Percy Jackson, she had to admit. Even if she loathed him.

She loathed him, but then again, she could appreciate the little things.

Like how he'd raised himself from the lake waters and into the pier as easily as flicking a wrist, brown skin flashing in the blinking light, muscles contracting. How he'd left a puddle by his feet like a following shadow, and how, despite getting wet in the first place, he was still able to take out the goddamned water from his ears while she was left struggling, tilting her head over and over like a cartoon glitch.

So again. She loathed him. Despised him, even.

"Yes, yes—yippee, you're a son of Poseidon," she said, with little to no enthusiasm. "Now stop staring at me or I will make you regret it."

"You just kinda look like you're having a hard time, is all."

"Wow"—She cocked her head again, this time with more force, and still the water won't fucking go away—"You noticed?"

"Hey, hey. Stop"

He placed his hands on her cheeks, freezing her mid head-tilt. Her entire body froze, more like, if she wanted to sound cliché. They’d been okay for the past week, she supposed, but there was still that question in the air, that doubt about whether he felt the same way about her as she did about him or if it was just her own bias. Her false hope.

“I can take the water out, you know,” he said softly, green eyes earnest and so so beautiful. 

Annabeth wanted to cry. Yes, it was a simple request. Yes, it was only because Percy possessed the unfair ability of hidrokinesis. Of course it was only because of that. It was her fault that she had a tendency to read between the lines. Emotional. Stupid. She would feel his thumb dancing across her cheek, accompanied with that smile on his face, and suddenly her mind would mark him as a boy filled with love and life. With power coursing through his veins, ready to use it for her and only her. But one day, she thought. One day the life and love in him will leave.

She tried not to think of the prophecy. But it always came in the worst of times. 

Quickly, though, she blinked those tears away. Swallowed back her pride. When she nodded, she made it seem as if she was reluctant, as if she were annoyed.

She wasn't.

“Fine,” she sighed. “Take it out. But only because I could have brain-eating amebas in there or something like that.”

“Or if you don’t properly take out the water stuck inside, you could just have a plain-old ear infection.”

“Yes. Or that. Not only I would have to experience a a war, but my ear would hurt for the rest of the summer.”

“Would definitely suck.”

“Although, I still think the brain-eating ameba is worse.”

He shook his head. “What the fuck, Annabeth. I thought we where over this—”

“And I’m still traumatized from what Grover said. Ninety nine percent of the people infected die—”

“Psh. Only if you get infected in the first place. I’m pretty sure you have to swallow or breathe in the water for the ameba to get you, anyway.”

“Oh, goodie,” she said dryly. “I did that plenty as well. All because of you.” 

“Aw, come on, it was funny—”

She pushed him away, and he laughed; it was a booming sound—or maybe it was like a fire, igniting first on his belly only to shoot out from his throat, contagious and free.  

“So,” he said, coming to her again. “You gonna let me help you or what?”

“Maybe.”

His smile grew. “Say please?”

Gods, he would be the end of her.

“...Please.”

Then he added, “And also take back the cold shower threat. That was super rude.”

“Oh, totally. So rude of me, I am so sorry.”

“That’s better.”

And her hearing cleared away—something she hadn’t realized was wrong in the first place—once he that stray water trickled down her ear, warm and obeying to Percy’s will. Maybe being a son of Poseidon had its unfair advantages, but at the very least, those advantages extended to her.

Too bad for the others, though.

[hollandsmoose]

kiss me more

A/N: Kinda thought a lot about "Kiss Me More" by Doja Cat and SZA a lot when writing this. So here you go, my lads, here's 1.6k of basically just pure blowjob smut!

—————

The movie playing on the TV in Tom’s room is long forgotten, his lips on yours far more important right now. It had barely been on for ten minutes before his hand was up your shirt, his mouth on yours, and you were pinned underneath him. But, to be honest, it's what you expected to happen.

Freshly returned from filming in another country, Tom has barely let you leave his side. He's always been clingy after reuniting with you, but, this time, it's on a whole new level. You can hardly complain, though - not with the amount of times he's made you cum in the last week.

Sadly, all of that had to come to a temporary end. Your period made its arrival, and while you knew it was going to happen, it bummed you out nonetheless. So when Tom's hand glides down your front, toying with the waistband of your sweatpants, you're forced to pull away from his kiss.

"Tom…" you pant, breathless, and he gives you a somewhat worried look. "I'm on my period, remember?"

"Oh, shit, yeah," he says, exhaling rather deeply, and even though he tries to hide it, his disappointment is still clear. "I'll keep my hands to myself, then." He shifts a little when moving his hand up to rest beside your head, and as he does, you get to feel just how disappointed he is. His bulge, hard and firm, presses into your thigh, and it gives you an idea.

You may not really be able to get off right now, but that doesn't mean Tom can't. When he leans down to kiss you again, you gladly accept it. Your hand travels down to where his cock is straining against his sweats, palming him through the soft fabric, and you can't help but giggle when Tom helplessly moans into your mouth.

He breaks the kiss, his eyebrows raised. "What are you playing at, darling?"

You grin at him, offering a small shrug. "I just wanna make you feel good, Tommy," You emphasize your words by rubbing his bulge again, and he whines, unable to stop himself from grinding into the palm of your hand.

"But what about you?"

"It doesn't have to be about me," you say, placing a soft peck on his chin. "You've been loving on me all week. Let me love on you a little," He's just about to protest, but then you put your finger over his lips, shutting him up. "Let me make you feel good. Please?"

He hesitates for a moment, but then he nods and presses a kiss to the tip of your finger. You giggle, your heart fluttering, and Tom smiles at the sound of your laugh. After that, he rolls off you and lands on the mattress, the springs squeaking slightly at the movement.

You crawl down the bed and climb off it until you're kneeling on the floor at the foot end. You gently tug on his legs, and he gets the hint, shuffling down the length of the bed. Tom sits up, inhaling sharply at the sight of you on your knees for him, and enthusiastically helps you peel off his sweatpants and boxers. His cock springs up once it's freed from its confinement, hard and already leaking precum from the tip. You're just about to reach out to touch him when he interrupts.

"Wait!" Tom speaks out, and you halt instantly. "Can you… can you take your shirt off?" You snort at his request. You'd actually been worried about him for a second there. Nevertheless, you pull your T-shirt over your head, rolling your eyes at the way he ogles your chest, now only covered by a bra. “That’s my girl.”

With a smile, you finally touch him. You spread the precum over his tip, and Tom sucks in a breath, his thighs clenching and his cock twitching. Teasing him is always fun. He lets out a strangled whimper when you withdraw your hand and spit in the palm of it, well aware of what's going to happen now. His hands grip the edge of the mattress as you finally grasp his length, and you quite enjoy the groan that escapes him.

You start with slow strokes, warming him up gently, and the way he bites his lip to hold back a moan has your pussy clenching around nothing. Fuck, he looks good. You watch Tom intently as he reacts to your touch, and it makes you giggle when you see just how quickly he gets worked up, his cheeks pink and his breath labored. You've always had that effect on Tom, but, to be fair, he's always had the same effect on you too. Even his mere touch is enough to send you into overdrive.

When he releases that telltale, drawn-out whine you know so well, you remove your hand from him. He's getting close, and this isn’t the way you want him to cum. And just when Tom’s about to complain, you lean in further and place a little kiss on his tip, and the words die on his lips.

You begin by just giving him a few kitten licks, but it's enough to make him gasp your name, and you suspect that this really won't take long at all. You rest your hands on his thick thighs, caressing the firm muscles softly. In all honesty, you've lost count of just how many times you've fallen apart on his thighs.

Feeling yourself get distracted, you try and shake off your thoughts so you can get back to business. Back on track, you make your tongue travel up from the base of him, and his cock twitches delightfully when you swirl the tip of your tongue around the head. You're teasing Tom again at this point, and it is a bit unfair, to be honest, but it's fun to watch how desperate he gets. Maybe, if the situation was different, he'd scold you for teasing him like this and leave your ass bruised and sore as punishment, but the ball seems to be in your court today.

"Please, darling," he begs, impatient and needy. "Please just… do something."

"You're gonna have to be more specific than that, Tommy," you say with a voice you barely recognize. It's low and seductive, but it makes you feel quite powerful. "Tell me what you want."

He exhales shakily. "I want… I want your mouth on me… on my cock. Please, love?"

You shrug rather smugly. "Well, since you asked so nicely…"

And then you finally give him what he wants. With a deep breath, you take Tom in your mouth. His reaction is instant, his thighs jerking slightly under your touch, and your name falls from his lips in a moan. Your hand wraps around the base of his cock and moves in sync with your mouth, knowing that that's just how he likes it. You go slow and steady; you don't want Tom to topple over the edge just yet.

His hands are still gripping the mattress, his knuckles white, and you know he's trying his hardest not to buck into your mouth. Tom never wants to hurt you - at least, never without your consent. And while you do let him fuck your mouth from time to time, it's not what you want today.

But, as a treat, you pull away from him for a second, inhaling deeply before you wrap your lips around him again and take him as far as you can. When the tip of his cock touches the back of your throat, he practically shouts out a string of profanities, and it's so loud that you're sure the others in the house must've heard. It doesn't matter much to you right now, though. Let them hear.

You're fighting off your gag reflex, trying to breathe through your nose, and tears are forming in your eyes, but Tom looks so pretty that you don't give up just yet. So you keep your head where it is until he, rather unwillingly, pulls you up himself.

He's completely breathless, needing a few seconds before he can even speak. "Babe, I'm… I'm close," You can't help but smile when you hear just how affected he is.

You appreciate Tom's warning, returning to your previous tactic, your lips around the head of him and your hand jerking the base. His one hand lets go of the mattress and caresses your cheek instead, and when you look up to make eye contact, Tom's staring at you with such a wonderful mixture of lust and love that it makes both your pussy and your heart melt a little.

He gasps in that special way you've picked up on by now, and you know what's about to happen. Drawing back a little, you rest the tip of his cock on the tip of your tongue, and, with one last jerk of your hand, he finally gets to cum.

Tom curses uncontrollably as he paints your tongue white, his hand now holding your jaw in place. His head is leant back, his eyes screwed shut, and his mouth is half-open. He looks absolutely beautiful.

You watch him as he slowly comes down from his high, his eyes blinking open and finding your face immediately. And Tom watches you as you swallow his cum and put on a little show for him, licking your lips for any leftovers.

"Fucking hell," he says, completely overwhelmed, and falls back against the bed, and you laugh, satisfied with your work. You crawl onto the bed as well, settling on top of him. "You're gonna be the death of me, darling."

—————

taglist: @spideycents @linanilssonfurberg @to-the-road @hallecarey1 @harryhollandsgirlfriend

[chubbology]

A Little Incentive

prompt: someone skinny grows chubby on their partner's good cooking and insistence they eat well

From the tempting smell of bacon and syrup that wafted into the room, I knew she’d outdone herself this morning.

“I made breakfast,” she stage-whispered to me. I grinned and turned over in bed, feigning sleepiness even though what I really wanted was to sit right up and take that plate from her hands.

Then my stomach growled and she laughed.

“The others are jealous,” she said. “But I told them they already had a habit of eating breakfast. You’re the one I need to hammer it into, by any means necessary.”

I took a deep breath and sat up in bed, pushing hair out of my face. “Consider me incentivized.” I took the heaping plate of breakfast food that she pushed at me, then the fork, and started into the chocolate chip pancakes, which were half soaked in syrup. Also on the plate lay bacon, eggs, hash browns, a muffin, and…

“French toast sticks, too?”

“As a reward for finishing all your exams! I know you like them.”

I thanked her. She poked my side and smiled fondly at me. “At the beginning of this semester, you would have said this was too much. I hope you know that it makes me the happiest girl in the world that you’re eating properly now.”

In response, I took a bite of extra crispy bacon and groaned in pleasure. As she got ready for the day, I considered her comment. Eating properly. She and I had different definitions of that, or used to at least.

My first two years of college were hard. Working part time, taking hard classes, dealing with an awful roommate. I barely took care of myself. I thought eating properly was eating at all. But then I met her and we hit it off, became friends and then more than friends, then moved in together with a couple more roommates just barely off campus. All the while, she made a point of showing me each day what eating properly meant to her: big meals cooked in the kitchenette or piled onto plates in the dining halls, snacks throughout the day, and never forgetting dessert. It kept her chubby, but she didn’t mind. I certainly didn’t.

“Bye!” I called out as she left for her last day of exams. She seemed confident about how hers had gone so far. Me? Not so much. I was never a good test taker.

I finished my plate down to the crumbs. I went and leisurely washed the dishes. I had pretty much nothing to do today. From the silence coming from the other bedrooms, I knew I had the apartment to myself, too. I could go outside, but it was too hot. And like hell I was going to go to the library again until I absolutely had to. There were always video games, but I stayed up late last night staring at screens, trying to forget my poor performance on my own last exam of the semester. I felt burnt out on everything.

I blinked in confusion when I realized I’d opened the fridge. I closed it. I literally just ate, so I don’t know why I’d…

The next three hours, I spent back in bed. Looking on my phone, resting my eyes, worrying about exam results, and tugging on my pajama pants. They were tight because I was so full. Eventually I decided to do something productive, starting with a shower. Maybe I could drive to a café or something, hang out there.

After showering and dressing (since I wasn’t exactly full anymore, I figured the tightness of my shorts was from bloating) I wandered into the kitchen for something to snack on. The fridge was always well stocked, and I eyed the rest of the batch of muffins in tupperware. I heard her voice in my mind: It makes me happy when you treat yourself.

What the hell. I took out the container, opened it, and took a bite out of the cinnamon raisin muffin. I closed my eyes. Big and sugary and so good. Better than the first one, maybe, because it had cooled off and I could better taste the flavor. I ate another one. And then I treated myself with a third before closing the lid again. There were still eight left.

I tried putting the container back in the fridge, but something stopped me. Go ahead, I heard her say. You don’t eat enough.

Slowly, I opened the container again and ate two more of the muffins. They were just so good. Then I put the container away, firmly slamming the fridge door and biting my lip. Truth was, she stopped telling me I don’t eat enough months ago.

I went back into the bathroom and took a good look at myself, which I’d avoided doing before. Truth was, my shorts were tight because, thanks to my partner’s cooking and our lingering stays at the dining halls and my new penchant for snacking, I had filled out more than a little. I’d put on my own chub. My shirt clung to my sides, which were soft and rounded (Is that why she poked me?), and upon closer inspection, I couldn’t deny my face looked tubbier, too.

I stood in quiet shock for a while, gently pressing my palm to the outward slump of my belly, its natural shape when I didn’t suck it in. (When did I start unconsciously sucking it in?) After a minute of dazedly contemplating my weight, I rummaged around for a dusty scale and stepped on it with bated breath.

My jaw fell open. My whole face, my neck, my ears flushed red, even though there was no one to see me there, finding out I was thirty seven pounds heavier than expected.

Forty pounds? Almost forty pounds? It was impossible. I didn’t look that much bigger.

But she had always said I was too skinny. So maybe twenty of those just filled me in? And then the rest was…extra? Forty pounds.

The surprise waned after a few more minutes of checking myself out in the mirror. I found I wasn’t as upset as society had led me to think I would be.

I did go to a café later that day. My newfound self-awareness didn’t kick back in until after I got a grande frappe and a scone. At my table, I thumbed the belly that now warmed a small part of my lap before eating and sipping my treats anyway.

My shorts felt so tight after a while, I just unbuttoned them and hoped no one would notice.

I spent a few hours there, reading and browsing my laptop and giving my soft belly secretive, intrigued touches before I started thinking about the six remaining muffins at the apartment. When I got back, I found I was in good company.

“I really did good on these,” she said, swallowing. “Want one?”

I took one, trying to hide my sheepishness. Did she guess it was me who ate the five that were missing? Or did she think it was our other roommates? Did she think…

“You want to get a late lunch?” “I think I need new clothes.”

We stared at each other. She chuckled, “Sorry, what?”

I flushed, tugging conspicuously on my shorts, not quite able to find the words. “Need to go shopping.” I’ve gained almost forty pounds. Forty pounds! My throat constricted.

“Oh.”

I looked up at her. “You’re a good cook,” I said, grinning. Still a little embarrassed.

But now she was a bit pink in the face, too. “Yeah, we should go shopping. Um. You aren’t mad. Are you? I just really like to cook and bake, and you really were too skinny and—”

“No, no! I’m not mad. I—”

Am I going to get fat? I wanted to ask her suddenly, and I felt very warm. I’m always eating these days. What if I outgrow the new clothes I buy? What then?

“I hope you know I think you look good,” she blurted. My thoughts ceased. “Really good.”

Suddenly, I was aware I’ve been sucking my belly in again. Would it be weird if I stopped? Just let it...swell out? I took in a deep breath, then let it all out, not sucking in this time. Her wide eyes fixated on my chubby lower belly.

“Thanks,” I said, trying not to be awkward. “To be honest, I only noticed recently that I look…different.”

Her eyes met mine and she looked very adoring. I’m sure my expression was identical. “Just a little. I was surprised how much your appetite grew.”

“Yeah. You still want to get lunch?” I asked. “Kinda feel like the dining hall.”

Kinda feel like going all out.

I won’t get fat.

Only a little, maybe. Not the end of the world.

“Okay,” she squeaked, as if hearing my thoughts. “Good idea. After all my stupid exams, it’s time to treat myself.”

I wholeheartedly agreed. So we went.

I loved how she looked shyly excited the whole time, as I overdid the second and third helpings. It seemed to make her overdo it some, too. Which spurred me to make it a competition, and there we sat together, overeating like a couple of chubby fiends.

“Still think you’re too skinny,” she taunted me, as we left, already discussing plans for dinner.

*

Thank you to the reader who commissioned this work!

I'd love to write more. Check me out <3 etsy.com/shop/Chubbology

[deadpoetsmuses]

"inspiration". | neil perry, dps.

in which a summer is spent with the poets, with a significant feature of neil perry.

✧ title: "inspiration".

✧ pairing: neil perry x fem!reader.

✧ genre: fluff, with slight mentions of angst.

✧ word count: 2,733.

✧ warnings: written in headcanon format, home life mentions, the reader lives in meeks' grandma's house, knox being a simp for chris.

✦ author’s note: requested by @mybabysweetascanbe! it's kinda funky how i wrote this as a headcanon but it still ended up being my longest fic lmao. also i wrote the poem that neil made for the reader myself so i'm sorry if it's kinda cheesy 🗿 but i hope you all enjoy this one !! don't forget to take care of yourselves guys <3

✎ The summer holidays had always been a time for the poets’ relief.

✎ Their academic year was constantly filled with difficulties for the poets, but it was harder for some when they were home for the summer.

✎ Neil felt as though he couldn’t be himself-- he loved reading and writing even more so than he did with accomplishing any of his parents’ wishes, like heading into medical school. He especially loved to act, and it was rough to keep that concealed around his dictatorial father.

✎ Todd’s older brother would be at home as well, and it was worse enough being in his shadow; but it had gotten worse with every one of his parents’ daily proclamations.

“We were quite disappointed with your grades from last semester, son,” His father reprimanded, looking down on him with stern eyes. “I just don’t understand what’s gotten into you. Your mother and I raised you quite well and you have your brother to guide you along. You know that he’s remarkably intelligent and well accomplished. Why can’t you be more like your brother?”

✎ Charlie and Knox had been just like Neil. The constant pressure that their parents put on them about becoming a banker and a lawyer was daunting; and all they wanted was to simply live as regular teenagers without concern for their future.

✎ Fortunately, Meeks’ grandmother was a woman who had a colossal and motherly love for the poets with a sizable residence in which her grandson’s friends could inhabit during their vacation.

✎ Thus, the poets resided in the Meeks household in the summer before their senior year so as to escape the stress and troubles brought to them in their own homes.

✎ Even though the summer was fleeting and their time was short, the poets found their time to be everlasting when they met the student boarder of the house.

✎ She went by the name of Y/N, which was a name that sounded just as sweet as the lady to whom it was attached.

“Hello, everybody! I’m Y/N!” The girl said, reaching out her hand to shake one of the poets’. Truth be told, it had been quite some time since any one of the boys had been in close contact with a woman; so they found themselves to be quite the martians in the situation. It took a few moments before one of the poets-- Neil Perry-- could offer his hand and shake hers. “I’m Neil! We’re friends of Meeks and his classmates from Welton.” The boy swore that he felt a spark as their fingertips touched, but he tossed the feeling aside; along with the apparition that he saw of a faint glimmer in Y/N’s eyes.

✎ The boys instantly took her in to their little group, and they all fell in love with her personality-- which was a platonic statement of course; but Neil Perry found this to be otherwise as he actually began falling into love with the new girl.

✎ He loved the way she cared for her new friends, the way she projected her personality through the clothes she wore, and all of the little smiles she gave him.

✎ With every beam and twinkle that she delivered, Y/N found herself to be falling for Neil as well.

✎ He provided a feeling for her that made the blacks of her eyes expand and butterflies to quiver inside-- which was the very same one Neil had felt when he first laid his eyes on her.

✎ She had been a fantastic addition to the band of poets, and the boys could not have had it any other way.

Despite the summer coming into fruition, the poets did not fail to meet up in their little cave every once in a while to read poetry, discuss girls, and laugh. The first meeting of that summer was simply like any other. “Guys, what do we think of Y/N?” Meeks questioned. A clamor of answers that ranged between “I think she’s great,” and “Do you think Mrs. Meeks has any more people in her house like Y/N?” echoed in the dark cave. Clearly, the boys had favored Y/N; but certainly not to the point where they’d be infatuated with her. “Yeah, I think she’s nice. She’s really pretty too,” Knox added. “Woah there Knoxious,” Charlie replied, expelling out a chortle. “I don’t think Chris would like to hear that. And besides, she looks more like she’s Neil’s type than yours.” Charlie’s words weren’t incorrect, but it was needless to say that Neil had strongly agreed with that statement.

✎ Over the summer, they would all begin to get to know each other better.

✎ The poets eventually introduced Y/N to the intricate realm of poetry, and she wholeheartedly fell in love with every line that was recited.

✎ They enjoyed every moment of their fleeting time together. Of course, there would be times where the boys would get into small fights and bickers.

✎ Pitts would always be yelling at Charlie for taking an ungodly amount of time in the shower, while Charlie would be yelling back about how Pitts always seemed to inhale the food that Mrs. Meeks provided for them before he himself could even take one bite.

✎ Cameron did his best to do some summer reading at night, but he found it quite hard as his room was beside Knox’s room, and Knox would spend hours on end talking to Chris over the phone.

“Oh, Chris. How do I love thee?” Knox sighed, lacing the telephone cords in between his fingers. “That’s the title of a poem we learned in Mr. Keating’s class. It reminds me of how lovely you are. Of course, she’s not as pretty as you are,” Knox’s giggles not only erupted through the phone; but it travelled through the walls as well, disrupting Cameron from the climax of his novel. “We get it, Knox! You’re a romantic poet! Now why don’t you go tell Chris about how you finished with a D minus in English!”

✎ While all of the little squabbles took place, they hadn’t even noticed the slight change in Neil and Y/N’s behavior.

✎ Y/N seemed to be keeping to herself more often, while Neil appeared to have possessed an undying smile on his face around the poets; particularly in the mornings when everyone gets up early except for him and Y/N.

✎ Little did they know, Y/N’s room had been vacant for the past few days since the arguments began-- which was approximately three weeks after the boys had arrived to the Meeks’ residence; and Neil seemed to be giggling in his room every night when the rest were asleep.

✎ In the duration of those three weeks, Neil had become more familiar with Y/N than any of the other poets had been.

✎ They’d walk along the nearby river every morning, discuss poetry in the late afternoons, and eventually fall asleep in each other’s arms at night.

“How long have you been living here?” Neil inquired, peering into Y/N’s eyes. His vision didn’t have to stretch too far as his face had only been a breath away from Y/N’s. The pair laid together under the warm covers of Neil’s bed with their legs entangled in one another’s and their hands interlocked, talking about anything and everything that came to their minds. “It’s been two years since Mrs. Meeks took me in,” She replied, gazing over Neil’s chiseled face. “In the whole time I’ve been here, I think you’re the most interesting thing that’s happened to me,” Y/N added, beaming up at Neil. Hearing her words, Neil slowly leaned his lips onto Y/N’s forehead, giving her an endearing kiss. She too had been the most interesting thing to happen to Neil in a long time.

✎ For each and every day that they were together, Neil wrote love poems.

✎ His poems revolved around his time with Y/N and included detail of all sorts; such as how colors appeared to be more bright and more vivid when he was with her and how lovelier the birds had sounded in the morning during their walks.

"My love,

The luminosity of the golden sun

does not compare to the radiance

of your glowing skin.

In this air full of morning dew,

the most beautiful scent in the air

is still you.

The sounds we hear of the melodious

birds are all because of your presence,

and they sing only for your beauty.

I look into your eyes and I see nature

reflected back at me; but it is much more

pleasant to perceive than if I were to do so

through my own set of eyes.

Though the morning lasts for a mere set of hours,

My fascination for you can go for as long as

this smooth river flows.

✎ Neil felt embarrassed about being so infatuated with Y/N, so he kept his poems hidden for the time being.

✎ Somehow, the boys had failed to notice Neil and Y/N’s constant disappearance.

✎ Although, they’d make little remarks from time to time that ran along the lines of “Ooh, Neil found a muse!” and “Y/N definitely likes somebody here. It’s probably me.”

✎ The last comment came from Charlie, which later earned him a smack on the head from Neil.

✎ So, Neil and Y/N did their best to keep their relationship hidden throughout the summer.

✎ The two were rather domestic in their relationship; they did all of the typical-couple activities that everyone else had done.

✎ To anyone else it would have been rather common to witness, but to them it was simply extraordinary being with one another.

It had been a scenic day at the river that morning. The beauty of the nature surrounding it had been ordinarily pleasing to Y/N; but all of its best qualities were magnified for Neil as his hand was in hers and the only thing he could smell was her fragrance. He had been quite nervous for the entire morning as he promised himself the night before that he would finally gather the courage to say those three magic words he’d been imagining to say for quite some time. Unbeknownst to him, Y/N had been thinking the same and had been visualizing how she would say it at that moment for the past few hours since. Just when the cascading waters began to relax and the chirping of the birds started to quiet down, the pair stopped on their trail and those three words were finally professed by Neil in a sudden manner while Y/N had spoken the same in a clear and gentle tone. They looked into each other’s eyes, recognizing the same look of love and eventually realizing what was said. As it was acknowledged, the two lovers simply smiled at each other and kept walking along; their hearts now beating on the same rhythm and their minds thinking of nothing but one another.

✎ Time to time, they would go up to the attic and listen to the music from Mrs. Meeks’ old gramophone, caressing one another as they slowly dance along to the lyrics of Ella Fitzgerald’s songs.

✎ Neil would always sneak a flower out of Mrs. Meeks’ rose garden and leave it on Y/N’s bedside table for her to wake up to.

✎ One of Y/N’s ways of communicating her love would be recommending books to Neil that she thinks is encompassed with his personality. Since then, Neil’s library had enlarged to a great extent.

✎ There would also be some occasions where one of them-- mostly Neil-- would get a little cheeky and try to express their love for the other out in the open.

“Eat up, boys! You know there’s plenty more of where that came from, so don’t be afraid to dig in!” Mrs. Meeks endorsed, setting down a bowl of mashed potatoes. With a jubilant ‘thank you’, everyone at the table promptly began to tuck into the mouthwatering cuisine. The boys soon found themselves distracted with the heavenly taste of Mrs. Meeks’ cooking; and Neil took this opportunity to covertly sneak his right hand onto Y/N’s thigh under the table. A scarlet blush crept its way up to Y/N’s cheek as she sent Neil a glare. Though her eyes expressed the message of “Not here!”, every other signal in her body sent the message of ‘Yes, Please’ to a very triumphant Neil.

✎ The summer inevitably came to an end and the boys were forced to return to Welton, much to their dismay.

✎ They couldn’t stand ending their summer; and they especially couldn’t stand leaving their new friend behind while the rest of them stayed together.

“Oh God, How are we supposed to leave this beautiful girl all alone in this big house?!” Charlie pleaded, theatrically dropping down to his knees and shouting out loud to the heavens. “It’s all just too emotional for us,” Pitts added as he went along with his friend’s act, his head bowing down to the ground in grief as he placed a comforting hand on Charlie’s shoulder. “Just take me with her, God! Let me be with Y/N at her all-girls school!”

✎ Despite all of the inconveniences they put upon Y/N, the poets really did leave a mark on her. These boys showed her a new way of life-- she knows what ‘Carpe Diem’ means, and she knows how to seize her days because of them.

✎ Of course, Neil had a harder time coming into terms with their departure more than anyone else.

✎ Leaving the Meeks’ residence meant that he was leaving Y/N, which was something that he hadn’t prepared himself for.

“I’m not ready to leave you,” Neil confessed. Tears were beginning to form in his eyes, but he quickly blinked them away. After the individual hugs and goodbyes Y/N had given to the rest of the poets, the ill-fated time had come when she had to bid her own farewell to her lover. Neil believed that though their time was short and fleeting, it truly had been something special and something that he’ll never forget. Y/N was his first love, his first muse, his first everything; and no amount of riches could ever sum up to the prominence of that. Y/N placed her hand on Neil’s face, stroking away his tears with her thumb as she felt her eyes begin to swell up as well. “I’ll write to you every day, Neil.” Naturally, Y/N was on the brink of tears as well. She couldn’t bear to leave Neil after everything he’s shown her. It feels like she’s known him forever, yet everything felt so new and exciting with him. She loved him too much, and she knows she’ll continue to love him long after.

✎ Neil was afraid that she would forget about what they had soon after she had left, so he decided to give her all of the poems he had written about her.

✎ As her hands clasped the thick set of parchment, the tears she had been trying so hard to conceal had all poured out, staining the paper and her hands.

“Neil… these are beautiful,” She croaked. Her eyes skimmed over every title and date, realizing that there had been a poem for each and every splendid day that they had been together. “You’re beautiful, Y/N. That’s why I wrote these,” Neil corrected. “Everything I love about you is in these poems, and all of the love I have for you is written in each letter. I just don’t want you to forget about me while we’re apart.” The absurdity of Neil’s words made Y/N chuckle softly before she stepped forward and linked her hands around Neil’s neck, reducing the space between their lips. “I love you, Neil. You’re always going to be in my mind and you’ll always have my heart in the little pocket of your Welton blazer.”

✎ Y/N felt truly fortunate to have met Neil. This summer had come as quite a surprise for her-- she did not expect to fall in love so soon and with such an extraordinary person like Neil Perry. He was everything she’d ever looked for and he gave everything she deserved.

✎ Even though the bright days of the summer had ended and the early falling leaves of the autumn was yet to arrive, the change was of no concern as the only thing that mattered was what had been consistent-- and for Y/N and Neil, the thing that stood still for the two of them despite all odds was each other.

dedicated to these lovely people!! @mybabysweetascanbe @disagreeingpoets @catflowerbean @galaxyrhytm @nananostalgic @ughgclden @towriteabetterlife @neilsemeraldsweater @yourpal @willowestelle

[polarisbibliotheque]

Dante, Vergil, V and Nero quick Halloween scenarios - Dante Version (Part 1)

Well, Dante's scenario didn't turn out as quick as I expected, so it'll have to be broken in two parts. I really got carried away with him xD

I'm still writing, so second part will be up soon (still this week). Please bear with me :')

Pairing: Dante x Reader

Summary: Patty never really had a full Halloween experience - so you decided to go trick or treating with her, costumes and all. What you didn't plan, though, was that she'd find a funny top hat among Dante's devil arms - and be swallowed by it right in front of you. It was up to you and Dante to bring her back now.

Yes, it's the cursed top hat Nero mentioned in his Halloween scenario, I just had to

Author's Notes: I love writing established relationships with Dante. He and reader are just best friends and lovers, I hope you vibe with them. Kinda like they know each other since forever and that's it. Also: Patty makes friends with literally everything.

“TRICK OR TREAAAAT!”

A pink figure adorned in frills, bows and laces stormed inside the Devil May Cry; perfect golden locks bouncing around the face painted like a doll, bright blue eyes smiling as much as the pink lips as Patty’s high-pitched voice could be heard in all its glory during that Halloween evening.

“Well, look at ya, Miss Patty!” Dante let out a quick laugh, putting his magazine down to look at that scandalous figure. “Aren’t you a lil’ too old for that kind of thing?”

“Aren’t you a little too young for being so crabby?” She planted her hands on her hips, still holding the basket she’d use to collect the candy. Of course, adorned with bows and flowers, something Patty made herself – the only weird thing is that she was carrying two of those.

“Touché. Good comeback, I’ll give ya that.” The red devil admitted, while Patty seemed to grow in pride with the compliment. “But the question still remains: I thought ‘trick or treat’ is kinda lame for teens like yourself. So… What gives?”

“Well, I never really went trick or treating. I only bought the coolest sweets for other children who stopped by or at the orphanage… And after I found my mom, Halloween is kind of a dangerous time out there for me, you know…” Patty shrugged, fixing something on the hem of her skirt. Dante furrowed his brows: he never really thought of that, but yes, he did have a raise of work around Halloween.

“Guess demons go nuts this time of the year, huh?” He muttered, making her smile brightly in return.

“Yeah, guess they do. So, I told y/n about this the other day and guess who never really went trick or treating as well?” Patty’s face lit up as she spoke, making Dante smile. “Y/n offered to go with me this year, so if anything goes wrong, I’ll have someone around to make sure those damn demons will pay!”

“Does your mom know you use that kind of language when she isn’t around, princess?” He asked casually, laughing as Patty only crossed her arms and pretended he wasn’t worthy of speaking to her. “What are you supposed to be tonight?”

“I’m Alice! From Alice in Wonderland!” She smiled back, showing off her clothing. “Of course, they only had blue costumes, so I made myself a pink one!”

“Well, it does look good in you, cupcake.” Dante winked at her, while Patty spun around, playing with the frilly skirt. He got up from his chair, stretching his neck a little. “I’m gonna check on y/n, or you gonna wait the whole night.”

“Ok! I’ll be waiting here, tell y/n to come down soon or we’ll miss all the good stuff!” Patty shouted as Dante went upstairs, laughing at how excited she looked.

In all honesty, he had this warm feeling in his chest – one he’d failed to identify as happiness or pride. Patty had turned into a beautiful, cheerful teen, even with all that happened. She wasn’t the most functional – her mother sometimes told him she’d get in trouble at school, always getting into fights – but she definitely was better than all the adults at the Devil May Cry. He tried to keep her away from there so Patty wouldn’t get influenced by them, but she was as headstrong as he was – and it seemed she couldn’t get influenced by anyone.

Except for a few self-defense things you had taught her. It was a good thing she was going to college, because there had been a few incidents of Patty beating up some boys who decided to take advantage of her in a few situations – at least in a university, people wouldn’t care that much if a girl stood up by herself.

But there he was, with that golden glow of pride. Patty wasn’t a pushover and she’d fight if she needed to, even though she maintained all that sweet demeanor that made her constantly look like a cupcake. Dante couldn’t have asked for more.

Until he opened the door to his room and found you in full Harley Quinn attire, ready to go out the door.

“Oh, hello there, red devil.” You smiled after your surprise, leaning by the door while Dante admired you in all your Halloween glory, whistling as he did so.

“Hello, queen of madness!” He took one of your hands, making you spin around so he could see you covered in black and red while you laughed in delight. “Damn, y/n, you’re always gorgeous, but today… Phew! I think I’m bewitched now!”

“Oh, keep that for when I come back, there’ll be plenty of bewitching to do.” You winked back, making Dante let out one of his hearty laughs. “Do you wanna come with us? I’m pretty sure a demon along Harley Quinn and Alice in Halloween isn’t going to be that weird.”

“Tempting offer, but trick or treating isn’t my kind of thing.” He crossed his arms, leaning by the wall as you left the room. “You go, I’ll be here when you guys come back.”

“It isn’t your kind of thing, or you’ve never went trick of treating?” You raised one eyebrow, receiving only a knowing smile from Dante.

“I can’t really hide from you, huh? Such a powerful witch I have by my side.” His voice was in a lower, softer tone, making you smile in return.

“The best kind of witch, if I might say so.” You winked at him, making Dante open his mouth, ready to say something back – but interrupted by Patty’s voice downstairs.

“Hey, Dante! You could wear this funny top hat and come with us as the Mad Hatter!”

“Funny top hat…?” He muttered to himself, realization slipping into his face as Dante finally understood what she was talking about. “Patty! Put that thing down! NOW!”

“What? DANTE!” You chased him downstairs like a bolt of lightning, barely closing the bedroom door.

And it all happened too fast. One minute, Patty was putting the hat on her head, Dante reaching out to her. On the other minute, she was gone, swallowed by the top hat – which laid menacingly on the floor, as you both stared at it.

“Dante… What the fuck?” It was the only thing you managed to ask out of that.

“It’s cursed. A cursed top hat.” He tiredly took the hair out of his face, slicking it backwards only to have it fall back on his eyes once again. “It yeets you off to Sparda-knows-where when you put it on.”

“Why do you have this laying around like that?!” You were exasperated, only imagining Patty falling like a pink Alice in something very different than Wonderland.

“Seriously?!” Dante asked back, opening his arms to show off the shop. He had a point: all the walls were covered in powerful demon carcasses, cursed items and devil arms.

“We gotta go help her. How long ‘til you get ready?”

“Seconds. Wait for me here, babe?”

“Only if you take less than a minute.” You winked back at him, making Dante smile a little bit amidst that madness.

You had to get your guns ready: it was time to rescue Miss Patty out of whatever Nightmare-land she ended up in.

**

“Ready?”

As Dante’s voice echoed on the office once more, you turned around to meet him – carrying your heavy Hell Sentinel sword on your back, along with a gun strapped in your thigh, your costume perfectly fitting the occasion – only to be out of words when you saw him.

He was wearing a black, long-sleeved turtleneck shirt, red vest over it and red pants. His boots were black, up until his knees, with a few leather straps on his thigh to hold his guns. Dante covered his hands with black leather gloves and his signature red coat was gone for the moment. It had been a long while since you'd seen him sporting that look.

“Well… Looks like someone decided to change his clothes.” You were honestly impressed. It still fitted him so well.

“Only clean clothes I had, these are old…” He sighed, checking on Ebony and Ivory. “Dunno how long we gonna take to bring Patty back, might at least put a fresh pair of pants.”

“I agree with you on that one, red devil.” You looked back at the cursed top hat, pointing at the thing right after. You really didn’t want to touch it unless you had to. “Ready to be yeeted to Nightmare-land?”

“Yeah. We just better leave a note so no one will touch this friggin' thing while we’re gone.”

“Knowing Vergil, he might even set a ‘crime-scene-do-not-cross’ thing around it.” You joked while Dante left the note, making him laugh a little. “So, how are we gonna do this? You put the hat on, then I do the same…? Who goes first?”

“Yeah, I guess we’ll have to go that way.” He gave it some thought, taking the top hat in his hands. “Say, I’ll go first so you’ll have somewhere soft to land, ok?”

“Oh my, what a gentleman!” You smiled back, hearing Dante chuckling in response. “Okey-dokey, good luck, puddin’.”

You finished your words with a peck on his cheeks, making Dante wink back at you.

“See you on the other side, pumpkin.”

He looked funny for a second with the top hat in his head, before being engulfed by it. Sighing, you took the thing in your hands, looking at the seemingly inoffensive piece of clothing.

“Ok… Here goes nothing.” As you put the top hat on, you felt nothing. But soon, it seemed like you were falling, vertiginously fast, going through time and space in a matter of seconds. You couldn’t stop yourself from screaming for a little while – only to be caught by strong arms before landing on the floor, finding yourself being held by Dante.

“Had a good trip all the way down here, Harls?” He had a cheeky smile on his lips, eyes almost covered by his white hair.

“The landing was better than the journey, Crimson Slayer. Thanks for catching me.” You quipped back while putting your feet on the floor. It seemed… Sticky. “So… Where are we?”

“A parallel reality? Hell? Who knows!” He opened his arms, laughing while watching that weird place you ended up. Everything seemed strangely organic, the trees looked like something you’d find in a biology book, the grass too sticky for your liking. You wondered why everything had a pink tinge to it, but maybe ignorance was really a bliss. “Just gotta find our little Alice and get the hell outta here.”

“Love the plan, honey!” You answered while adjusting the Hell Sentinel in your back, starting what it seemed to be a long journey by his side. “You think we are close to her?”

“No clue. Haven’t tested how this thing works.” He sighed, walking by your side in that silent pinkish forest you both ended up. “Was gonna ask you, Trish or Verge to test it with me, but never really had the chance.”

“Hmmm…” You thought a little about it by his side, making Dante smile a little. Sometimes, you resembled Vergil, even if you didn’t notice. “Bet you wanted to use it on Vergil just to say you yeeted him somewhere with a top hat while he’d be sitting around here saying ‘foolishness, Dante, foolishness’.”

“Of all the smart things I thought you’d to say, babe…!” Dante started laughing scandalously, you both being the only noises in that desolation. “This was the last!”

“But it’s true!” You laughed alongside him, enjoying the moment. It was always fun to go out hunting with Dante: you’d always laugh together, slay demons and eat some pizza – but not always in that order.

Your noisy path, however, attracted some things who lived in that place: demons, ready to get you and the Crimson Slayer, leaving the shadows as soon as they heard your cheerful voices in that nightmare. You and Dante got your swords on your hands, preparing as soon as the demons let themselves be noticed.

“Ready to get this party started, y/n?” Dante had a cocky smile in his lips – and you could see his teeth sharpening into fangs. It was Patty’s life at stake, and he wouldn’t hold back.

“What would be of Halloween without a party, huh?” You asked back, winning an approval from the red devil by your side.

It would be a party to remember.

**

“Dante will find me. He wouldn’t leave me. He will never leave me…” Patty muttered to herself, slowly walking between grey-pink branches of a forest that seemed to get thicker with every step she took.

Patty thought about stopping and waiting for help, but she remembered when she was a child and went all the way into Hell to find Dante pinned to a stone cross by his own sword. She remembered how fear washed down her spine – and horror. Dante was the closest she had to a family back then and the thought of him dying was too much for her. She did her best to get the sword out, she cried out, she screamed – but she would save him. No matter what.

That’s what made teen Patty so sure Dante wouldn’t leave her there, wherever she was. Dante would go to the farthest pits of Hell, fight against the most terrifying of demons, slay hordes of creatures just to save her. He would do that for whatever human that crossed his way – but he wouldn’t hold back when family was at stake. And even if he didn’t say it out loud, Patty knew she was like a little sister he never really had.

“He will find me. Just you wait, you filthy demons!” But her voice echoed in the silence of the decrepit bushes. She didn’t want to speak too loud – Patty had already seen a few of the demons who inhabited that place, and she wasn’t keen on meeting them.

She wasn’t a hunter like you or Dante. Patty didn’t even know how to use a gun – you only mentioned you’d teach her, but surely Dante told you not to. Patty was to be a normal teen and live a normal life, not become a hunter with a cursed life like his… At least that’s what he thought. She knew it, because she knew Dante.

“Even better than he realizes.” Patty pouted while walking, keeping the basket close to her heart while hugging it.

“Can I know who you’re talking about, young lady?”

The deep voice from the branches of a tree made the girl jump back, ready to scream and run. As she saw the figure dangling from it, Patty didn’t know if she should run, feel pity or say hello: it looked like a sickly pink cat, too big to be considered a house pet, and definitely malnourished, sporting a yellowish smile on it’s sharp teeth adorned by deep red bright eyes.

It was scary, but it had something… Pitiful about it. The thin tail seemed like it would break, but it kept that weird cat hanging from the tree, staring at her with that sick expression – or was it a lonely one? Patty couldn’t decide.

“A friend of mine.” She answered with uncertainty, one of her feet ready to make her run back the way she came from.

“Friend. That’s a word I haven’t heard in centuries.” The creature’s eyes looked even more lonely, as if trying to recall a time it wasn’t trapped in that hideous place. “I am sure your friend is very lucky to have you around.”

“In a matter of fact, he is!” Patty was certainly averted by the way that thing looked, but she didn’t feel threatened. It seemed like it could kill whatever it wanted but, for some reason, it didn’t want to hurt her. “What’s your name? Are you a demon?”

“Oh yes, I am. To be in this place, you have to be, but you seem… Different.” Again, she would be scared by the way it spoke, but the smile that adorned the last word looked sincere in her eyes. “I do not really have a name, young creature. But I think you could call me Cheshire, if you would have me as your friend.”

“Well… It’s not like I have too much to do.” She sighed, sitting by a big tree branch, watching as Cheshire floated creepily in her direction to sit pitifully by her side. “I’m Patty. Nice to meet you!”

The girl extended her hand, taking the creature by surprise. It stared at her for a while before smiling brightly – not the most beautiful of smiles, a little too sharp and menacing for a human, but true – as it landed its bony paw for a friendly handshake.

And Patty smiled in return. At least she found some company in that horrible place.

**

“Old strawberry cotton candy.” Your voice declared out of nowhere, making Dante stare at you in return.

“What…?”

“That’s how this place looks and smells like.” You explained, quickly waving your hand to show him around. “Old strawberry cotton candy. Sticky, sickening and disgusting, all topped with this horrible pink palette.”

“You know, that is disgusting. Thanks for the mental image, babe.” He wrinkled his nose in aversion, laughing alongside you. “But hey, it’s pink all over! Perfect for Patty!”

“Yeah, if it wasn’t creepy, I guess it’d be perfect.” You rolled your eyes, chuckling a little. “Can you imagine? She’d live in a land of sweets and pretty pink things.”

“You’d be sick in less than a minute visitin’ her.” Dante considered, laughing as he saw you immediately agree, enthusiastically shaking your head.

“I don’t know how, but you wouldn’t. Is that from the tons of strawberry sundae you have all the time?” You decided to tease a little, cleaning a bit of demon blood that dripped in your eyes. By this time, you and Dante looked perfectly like Halloween characters.

“Hey, as long as I have my sundae, I couldn’t care less about the place’s décor!” He shrugged in response, making you chuckle. Dante always seemed so chill about everything – something you deeply admired.

“You know, we can always call Patty to change the shop’s décor, it really needs something new…”

“Don’t you dare.” He didn’t even let you finish, stopping you in your tracks and even pointing at you. As you laughed, though, Dante smiled. “Or ya know, I’ll tell her to decorate our room! Maybe loads of pink and frills all around will make you smile every day!”

“I’ll leave you, red devil. Don’t you dare.” Your answer was serious but laced with chuckles as Dante stood a few inches away from you.

God, did you both love the fun you had together. You didn’t even need much: just being around each other was enough.

“Oh, Master will be so pleased to know I found the human!”

But of course, as a rule of thumb in your lives, almost every fun interaction you had needed to be cut off by a demon. You weren’t really frustrated, it was already so usual you always got tired of hearing the same blabbering from their mouths.

“Good to know we have a Master around.” Dante sighed as you turned to the demon behind you. And as you did, your red devil laced his arm around your shoulders, leaning a little in you. “A sorry excuse of a demon like you couldn’t have built all this!”

“You are a demon too. You should be looking for the human for the blood ritual.” The demon was certainly meek, but it seemed more concerned with the ritual than getting offed by hunters.

“Hey, watch your mouth! My puddin’ here is much more than a pitiful creature like you!” You laced your arm around Dante’s waist as that thing started laughing.

“He should be concerned about shedding your blood and getting all of us free, stupid human!” The demon finally showed its true form, growing in size and extending black claws towards you. “But I can do that and appease Master!”

“Ya know what? I’m done. Just a sec, pumpkin.” As Dante said those words, he quickly got his sword in hand, slicing the demon in two before even allowing it to move. Dante was covered in blood, yes, but at least that bastard paid for its forked tongue.

“Hey! We should’ve used him as info! He could tell us about this Master, where Patty is and such!” You pointed at the dead thing on the floor, as Dante wiped a little blood from his face.

“Did you hear this guy?! ‘Stupid human’?!” He asked back, also pointing at the thing with his sword. “No one offends you in front of me, that’s a rule, y/n! There’ll be a bunch of demons around to be used as info, I can guarantee you that!”

You kept staring at Dante, not knowing if you’d argue back or kiss him. After some moments with conflicted feelings, you started smiling, as if melting all your doubt.

“You’re kinda cute when you speak like that, honey…!”

And the way you beamed made Dante smile back, feeling all his rage leaving his body – he could only feel love for you.

“Eh, I’m glad you think so, babe.” Winking back at you, Dante put his sword away. “But hey, what do ya think about all this? Ritual, human blood shedding…?”

“I think Patty and I are in for a treat – in a bad way. Very bad.” You sighed, resuming your walking by his side in search for her. “If demons are searching for human blood to spill on Halloween night for some sort of ritual to be free from this hideous spoiled cotton candy hell, they must be hunting human scent like animals.”

“Human scent…” He murmured, allowing a not so happy smile to arise on his lips. “Scent. I can’t find Patty’s scent like this because of you, but…”

“Because of me? What? Do I smell bad?!” It happened to the best of hunters. Jobs got heated, you got covered in sweat and, by the end of it, you wouldn’t smell nice. Dante never smelled nice after a job, but you both never really talked about it – heading straight for the shower was a tacit understanding that didn’t need to be pointed out.

“Hey, no, you smell great, hot stuff!” Dante shook his head, laughing briefly as he stopped once more. “I like your scent. It throws me off when I need to find something else, though. That’s it.”

“Oooooh, demon talk. Got it.” You finally let it sink as he agreed with a proud smile.

“To be fair, you smell great all the time, babe.” He took your chin in his fingers, placing a quick peck on your black lips. “The shop's much better than when I used to live alone. Now, if you excuse me…”

Dante didn’t even let you say anything in return: in a matter of seconds, after being covered by an explosion of molten lava red, he stood right in front of you in his Sin Devil Trigger form, in order to use all his abilities as a demon to locate Patty as soon as you could.

“Huh, look who’s showing off now. Cocky devil.” You crossed your arms, making him giggle a little – such a weird sound, since you couldn’t see an expression other than his bared teeth in that devilish face. “I’ll just stay here, terribly human, waiting for super-power man to do his thing and lead us to our lost pink Alice.”

“Hey, you’re wonderfully human.” His distorted voice echoed from his chest, as Dante looked around, trying to find Patty’s scent. You smiled briefly as he took a few moments to point down the path. “Found ya, Patty. She’s this way! Let’s go!”

“Hey, hey, stop right there, volcano demon!” You held his arm as Dante almost started walking. “You have demonic stamina and wings. Really expect me to walk all the way wherever the hell she is?”

“Oh, lil’ human wants to be swiped away by the demon, huh? No problem, babe!” Dante shrugged and you heard the smile in his voice, even though you couldn’t see it. “Hold tight!”

Before you could ask where, Dante had you in his arms, his wings pushing him from the sticky floor. You enlaced one of your arms around your devil’s neck, smiling in admiration as it was the first time you were allowed to fly. It wasn’t the most beautiful of places, yes, but it was one of the best experiences you had – even more special by his side. You couldn’t complain, even if his hardened skin hurt a little in some places.

Patty’s rescue would be on wings – and you had to love that. It was one of your best Halloweens ever.