#while trying to buy water for his grandma

[svnarin]

⊹˚₊‧ fifteen (15) bf!kita shinsuke headcanons

ps! this is just yet another repost from my old blog! reposting it here because this one’s one of my personal faves :>

bf!kita shinsuke who immediately introduced you to his grandma the moment the two of you officially became a couple.

bf!kita shinsuke who may seem cold to everyone but will look at you with adoring eyes and the sweetest smile on his face. even his juniors during high school, like suna rintarou, noticed it when he met the two of you together for the very first time. 

bf!kita shinsuke who likes inviting you to any family outing and their house whenever there is a family occasion. he always makes sure that you feel loved by his whole family and makes you feel that you are a part of their family.

bf!kita shinsuke who got a little embarrassed at first when he saw that his grandma showed you his pictures when he was just a little kid, but the moment he saw how you fell in love with the pictures, he didn’t hesitate to say yes when you asked if you could have one of those.

bf!kita shinsuke who always makes sure that he has clothes in their home that you can wear whenever you spend the night at their home. some of the clothes such as shirts or sweaters are his while some are hand-me-downs from family members.

bf!kita shinsuke who will cook your favorite meals, even if you don’t ask for it, whenever you come by to their home. and if he’s gonna run into errands after cooking your favorite meal, he always makes sure to leave you some lovely notes alongside it.

bf!kita shinsuke who started planting and growing some flowers because he wants to give you a bouquet of flowers that he personally grew for you.

bf!kita shinsuke who likes to bring you fruits and homemade snacks during breaks, and the snacks that he gives you are always on the next level and nutritious. he would even stick some cute notes on them. 

bf!kita shinsuke who likes buying little trinkets because they remind him of you. he would display some of those around his bedroom and he will give the others to you.

bf!kita shinsuke who always makes sure that he’s not hurting you through his bluntness. he now often uses the time to think about what he’s going to say next to you to avoid hurting your feelings. 

bf!kita shinsuke who will always immediately go to your place to take care of you the moment he hears that you’re sick or something bad has happened to you. he’s in the middle of work when he learns that you’re sick? you bet he’s already running towards to get his keys, along with some herbal medicines, to drive towards your place.

bf!kita shinsuke who isn’t much of a pda person but enjoys holding your hand in public. in private, he likes hugging you tightly before giving you a kiss on the crown of your head.

bf!kita shinsuke who never misses a day and night of sending you good morning and good night messages. he would even add additional messages such as “don’t overwork yourself today,” “don’t forget to drink some water,” “don’t go to bed too late,” etc. before ending it with an “i love you.”

bf!kita shinsuke who will help you with anything he is capable of. he will help you study for a board exam or prepare for an interview. and if he’s not familiar with something, he will still try his best to help you, such as researching how to do a certain thing, etc. 

bf!kita shinsuke who recently started thinking about and asking his and your relatives what he’s gonna say by the time he’s going to ask for your hand in marriage.

bf!sunarin headcanons

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How the Stardew Valley Bachelors React When the Farmer Injures Themselves

TW:// slight injury

Ahh... The crops have all been watered and the animals all have been fed. I deserve a snack!

The farmer starts their trek back to their farmhouse, thinking about what they might throw together in the kitchen. Suddenly you adorable pet bolts in front of you trying to chase a bird, and trips you! You land hard on the ground. You groan, your body feeling sore but overall fine, and get up. You dust yourself off only to notice that you landed on some sticks and they scraped up your arm pretty bad. It honestly didn't really hurt. It did look pretty ugly though. Hopefully no one will notice it once it's all cleaned up...

Harvey:

'Hey Far-'

Notices IMMEDIATELY

I mean c'mon of course he does. HES A DOCTOR

Doctor mode activated

Asks if he can take a closer look and fully inspects your arm

Asks what you used to clean it and scolds you when you say you just rinsed it off

Drags you back to his office and properly washes and bandages you

He's been so worried about what caused this the whole time but doesn't ask. He want you to share the cause only if you're comfortable

Let's out the biggest sigh of relief when he finds out it wasn't anything serious that caused this

Is on your ass making sure you are properly cleaning the wound and changing your bandage

Will softly kiss your bandages and forehead

'Thank yoba you have such an attentive doctor to take care of you'

Alex:

Despite how tough and nonchalant Alex may seem, I think he would be pretty worried and maybe even a little squeamish toward your injury

He does get injured sometimes playing gridball but the man is clueless when it come to caring for those injuries

He would usually just go to his grandma for help... which is exactly what he did with you

'Grandma can you help the farmer? They're hurt pretty bad. I-I just want to make them feel better'

After Evelyn patches you up, he grabs a blanket and something from his room then suggests you two go take a walk on the beach

Once at the beach he lays out the blanket and you both sit

That's when he pulls out his mothers music box and opens it, letting the soothing music play

'Mom would hum this while taking care of me and it always help me feel better. Maybe it'll be the same for you'

He will hold you and kiss you to help you forget about your pain

Shane:

I feel like he wouldn't notice immediately. Maybe 2 or 3 days after it happened and it's already pretty scabbed over

'Woah farmer, did one of you chickens get you?'

Tries to keep it together but is freaking out inside

Buys you a drink to 'help with the pain'

Gets a drink for himself to calm the fear of other things that could hurt you

Starts taking more 'walks around the valley' just to stop by the farm and make sure you stay safe

Sam:

'How'd you get that mean scrape farmer?''

He wasn't even fazed

He almost immediately assumed you just hurt yourself farming

He knew it couldn't be serious since you were still acting like your usual self

Sam has had some nasty injuries from skating around so he was a PRO when it came to cleaning and bandaging

Kept on you to change you bandages

Once he got a bad infection from not cleaning his scrape enough and he DOES NOT want you to have to deal with that

Will force you to hang with him and watch movies/eat snacks to keep you from overexerting yourself

Elliot:

If he sees your injury fresh I fully believe this man would faint

'Oh darling what happened? Did someone hurt you? Was it an animal? O-oh it was some... sticks? Those dastardly sticks!!"

Man will treat you like you broke you arm

I'm talking, making your food for you, drawing you baths, tucking you into bed, even doing your farming for you

You insist your fine but he wont hear it

Will cover your arm in kisses to make you feel better

Stays on top of cleaning your wound

He will definitely take inspiration from this moment for his novel

Sebastian:

Noticed it as soon as you walked into his room

He didn't want to say anything about it but you noticed his eyes were basically glued to your arm

His mind immediately went to the mines since he's seen you go in and out many times while he goes out to smoke

Is so relieved that is was just from some stupid sticks

He will absentmindedly rub the injury lightly when he's sitting near you

Lets you lay in his bed while he works to make you feel better, definitely not because he wants to keep an eye on you and make sure you don't hurt yourself more

[chiiyuuvv]

"My Sunshine" ☀ p. hunter

hunter cheers you out of your sad mood

classmate!friend!hunter x fem!reader 0.7k words requested! angsty story but happy ending and important message!

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Hunter knew something was off when you came to greet him after school. Sure, there was a big smile plastered onto your face, but something about it didn’t feel genuine. Maybe, it was the way you lazily waved your hand, or the way your eyes lost it’s color, sprayed with a dead gray that made everything seem gloomy. But you were never gloomy. You were like those female leads on an animated Disney movie, so bright and cheerful that you could befriend a squirrel if you truly wanted to. You were never down in the dumps, instead you helped other people get out of their sad time, hunter included. Maybe that’s why he felt like he could tell you anything without any judgment, your personality a custom key to his heart. Maybe that's why Hunter felt anxious to know why you didn’t seem like yourself.

Sitting yourself on the bench beside the worried boy, you try to ignore the way he looks at you, almost like a concerned mother when their baby is hurt in any type of way, shape or form. Awkward silence roams the air as you didn’t say you’re usual, cheery ‘Hi!’, instead your head down as you play with your fingers to ease the tension. “Is everything alright?” Hunter was first to start the conversation, turning his eyes from your body so you wouldn’t feel pressured by his gaze.

“Yeah.. yeah, just tired.” You lied in between your teeth. Something was obviously wrong, but you felt stupid for speaking out about it, embarrassed you could even feel this way. 

“Are you sure..?” His voice suggested something more, like he was trying to get you out of your newfound shell, but it doesn’t work, to his dismay. So he gives a small nod while leaning his head against the iron of the bench. How could he get you to talk? He ponders to himself, closing his eyes for a few moments when the idea finally pops into his brain. “I could.. Y’know.. Buy that drink that you always wanted, if you tell me the truth.”

Your gaze immediately snaps to the boy that just shrugs, a small chuckle leaving your lips at how playful the boy had seemed. “But I feel stupid.”

“Say it, what’s the worst that can happen? There’s barely anyone here, anyways.” he encourages, nudging your shoulder while trying to get that precious smile of yours back on your lips.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. Say it.”

“Am I annoying?” a sad chuckle leaves your lips, feeling the sting of your eyes as they water, but you try to blink it away in return. “It’s just that, I’m always happy, even when I shouldn’t be. Your grandma could have died yet I'd still be Miss. Grinny Pants that can’t take anything seriously.” Your hands drop down in defeat, a small snuffle leaving your nose as you wipe it against your sleeve. “Maybe I shouldn’t be so happy..” Your words were more so for yourself to hear, your own thoughts about the situation, but a gasp leaves your lips when Hunter suddenly grabs your wrists, a shouted ‘NO!’ leaving his lips without a thought.

“No..” he says again, calmly this time, relaxing his hold on your wrists. “No. There’s nothing wrong with finding the bright side to a dark situation.”

“But your grandma could have died–”

“Let me finish!!” Hunter cuts you off, waving his giant hand in your face as you frown. “You helped me, us, smile more. You help us find the joy in something that ultimately wants to make us cry. Sure, you shouldn’t be grinning when someone’s grandma dies..” he stops when he hears your giggle. “..but there is absolutely nothing wrong with being a little positive, don’t you think? And your feelings are never stupid or dumb. Whatever you’re feeling is okay because you’re human that needs to feel, yeah?” A smile tugs at his lips when he sees you smile, but it wasn’t the same, forced smile from earlier. No, it was real, and it was beautiful. 

Hunter’s chin rests on the top of your head as he pulls you into a hug. “My Sunshine..” his eyes crinkle at your giggle, before patting your back. “Now let’s go get that drink now, shall we?”

︴bonus! reminder that it is okay to feel happy/sad/mad/whatever you're feeling because it's completely valid! You shouldn't have to feel pressured to feel anything because after all it is you that is feeling it, no one else is <3 credit: @marw-lilia for helping me with the plot

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Headcanon idea!!! Pedro characters and what they do in their free time. You can include the reader if you feel like it :))

Featuring: Javier Peña, Joel Miller, Agent Whiskey, Javi Gutierrez, Dave York x f!reader

Javier Peña: we know he rarely gets free time, his work schedule is crazy and he can be called at any time to go on a stakeout or bust some Escobar associate or just some investigation about his case. If he's single, he's obviously going after his girls at a brothel but if he's with you, he enjoys spending time together; I guess he would try to sleep, though I'm sure he has trouble sleeping, so he would probably either drink a lot to try to sleep or maybe if he's really tired, he will take some sleeping pills, or both. And of course he'd go to a bar to have a few more drinks

Joel Miller: Joel is a simple guy: he likes to stay home and sleep when he has a free time. He works a lot during the week and sometimes he wants to skip his alarm clock and just wake up when he can, so his free time is when he does so. He also likes going to bars for a few drinks, stop by drive thru to get some snack, and I'm sure he also likes to attend sports matches like boxing, baseball or football. During heatwaves he likes going to water parks with Sarah, Tommy and you. He also enjoys attending rock concerts of bands he listened to when he was a teenager :')

Agent Whiskey: When Jack is not all over the place kicking ass and saving the world, he likes to be quiet and enjoy his time by staying on his ranch. The whole ranch life is what Jack truly likes, so he enjoys taking long walks, riding horses, taking care of his garden, picking up fruit straight from the tree and no one can fight me on the fact I'm sure Jack knows how to make some great jam (recipe by grandma Daniels, obviously), at night he goes to local bars to square dance

Javi Gutierrez: let's be honest here besties, free time is all Javi G has, because well he doesn't need to work at all, and probably he never will. He is literally like a modern day prince, not having the need to do anything at all. But he writes his scripts and he takes them deadly seriously, so it is a job for him and let's not be unfair to him: writing is a lot of work and it makes us exhausted at the end of the day. So when he takes a break from writing, he likes to unwind by enjoying himself in the pool, or having a very pleasant boat ride. He can go to the best restaurants in the area for his favorite food or call a masseuse to help him out

Dave York: Dave's job is as stressful as it is, so the moment he gets a day off, he will probably have to blow off some steam. So you can expect Dave going after sex; not only that, he often goes running or he goes to the gym to exercise and let the endorphins flood his system. After that, he is relaxed, so he can enjoy his time. He'll probably watch some TV, although he it's not his favorite activity, he can do it sometimes. He likes going out to eat at restaurants and I'm sure he visits some museums too because why not. He also goes to the mall, buys himself whatever he is in need of and just enjoys being normal for a while

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[orangelemonsstuff]

SOOO THOUGHT!!! UH, FIRST YEARS AS CHILDHOOD FRIENDS???? I MEAN YES LETS GOO

Imagine child Ace and Deuce were the first one you met and they were fighting about something, could be Ace teasing Deuce then Deuce punched him and then they fight, you have to hold Deuce back because Ace was definitely losing, and since you have extra pennies to buy candies you treat them to ones but you'll only give it to them if they made up!

after few days of being friends you three come across a fiercy gray stray kitty, he scratched up Ace and Deuce so you call him Grim and you three begs (or steal) food from your home to feed it everyday

Jack comes next to your group, you met him through your elementary school and started hanging with him, Including Ace and Deuce, he does say you three are annoying but he never shoos you three and sometimes comes with you to feed the cats or just go play on the playground

another days come by, recess and you came across a cute girl... uhh climbing an apple tree? the three of you watched as she fell down and running up to her crying, apparently "she" was a boy and his name was Epel, he was trying to get the apple from the three because he forgot his lunch from his grandma and he is really hungry, in the end, all of you you shared some of your food from your lunches to him to prevent him from climbing up again.

next one is a meanie, his name was Sebek, he kept bullying you and following you around calling you "human" because he thinks he is smarter than you, your friends defended you from him (including the cat) which made him cry from guilt and run away from you all, you felt bad from making the crocodile boy cry so you follow him and you comfort him, then lead him to your friends to apologize.

AND JUST IMAGINE THIS!! (think like the main gang from omori)

All 5 of you walking home together following the leader sorta stuff (of course the leader was you), sleepovers at everyone's house (Sebek's room is filled with posters of what he calls "Amazing Malleus-Sama!!" which you assume is a cartoon character) and then going on Halloweens in your little costumes together!! you five would tell scary stories about each other idk sam the boogey man or something to scare each other and it mostly ends up with Ace scaring Deuce and then ends up paying for it, Jack , Epel, and Sebek would act tough like they're not scared but seconds later Ace would pop out behind their back and scaring them. PICNICS!! when someone fights at your group (usually Ace and Deuce) you are the one to settle them down with trinkets like candies or toys. when you all need to study for a test or do homework, Jack would teach you all but it ends up with all of you rough housing in the end, books and papers forgotten.

on weekends or summertimes where all of you are free, you play with them from morning to afternoon and when you get hungry, no worries!! Epel has a basket of apples to go! he always carry it with him whenever you all play outside, on the playground, the stony low water river, or catching bugs at the nearby outskirt forest. don't worry about even getting lost, Sebek's loud voice would always find your ears and all you need is follow it because he doesn't want to catch bugs since it's unbeing of a "soldier of Malleus" as he says. as Ace scare him with a beetle while running and screaming. afternoons when al of you need to go home, you all share sodas and ideas what to do next day tomorrow, and before some of the weekend or summertime ends all of you had a tradition to sleepover at one of you's houses.

OHHH HOW CUTE THAT IS ISN'T IT???? BUT THIS ALL MY HEAD GOT I LEAVE THE REST TO YOU GUYS, I JUST LOVE CHILDHOOD TROPE SO MUCH!! IT HAS ALOTS OF DYNAMIC AND ACTUAL TIME WHERE THE MC AND THEIR FRIENDS USUALLY BUILDS UP THEIR FRIENDSHIO OMG THATS ALL BYE!!!

[batterygarden]

Denji with a Codependent gf!

Contents: Denji x f!reader, mdni, Aged up Denji obvs like think college, 1 vaginal sex mention, dissociation and mental illness mention, a brief dog death mention, blood mention once like minor injury, alcohol mention, reader's grandma death mention, reader is a hot mess but denji is sweet!! about 2k word ..

Affectionate is a bit of an understatement. You are clingy. Dependent. You think you couldn’t surivive without Denji, you know you couldn’t. It’s like the world is frozen over but Denji’s this constant fire, the only one in existence, and it’s either stay by his side or die of hypothermia. Denji’s cool with it though, he’s glad he’s able to keep you thawed. And he’s pretty good at it; holding one or both of your hands every second they aren’t already occupied, dropping little words of affirmation, noticing your moods and checking up on you whenever he senses it’s necessary. Denji is highly in tune to your needs somehow, like it's second-nature. It’s funny because he’ll forget big, seemingly basic things all the time like how to boil eggs or what day rent’s due or even his own birthday, but when it comes to you… at some point he became omniscient.

Like there was the first time you went to a party with him, and you were working through some really tough shit mentally. Some girl you had a class with wouldn’t stop talking to you about her dead dog—apparently he was put down just the day before and she was really messed up over it. Denji had stepped out to buy soju, and you were at least 15 minutes into your exhausting consolation efforts, when suddenly the poor girl shrieked and ran to the bathroom, dripping with the sticky contents of another party goer’s drink. Just then Denji reappeared, holding a geranium he plucked from someone’s yard, and you were tucked into his side.

It was a couple hours before you learned of the artful shove Denji threw to orchestrate the drink spill, and when you did you laughed so hard soju came out of your nose.

When you were denied an internship that your professor described as “imperative to advance in your career field” Denji bought you two cake pops and let you paint little flowers on his fingernails.

When you got in a car accident, Denji proposed you spend eight hours and forty five minutes watching rom coms together on his bed. Most of which were subpar by his standards but he didn’t utter a single complaint the whole marathon.

When you had a fever Denji threw on your apron and spent an hour in the kitchen cooking you the most horrible chicken noodle soup you had ever tasted. Then he was gritting his teeth and sinking you both into chilly bath water to try and lower your body temperature (a trick he read on google a few minutes prior). You cried and protested but it worked; you ended up sleeping through the night at a cool ninety eight point six degrees.

When you spilled hot cocoa all over the freshly finished watercolor landscape you’d slaved over for weeks, Denji threw you on your bed and sunk his cock into you over and over till you couldn’t remember the painting you were mourning or why you were sad in the first place.

Every time your world stops denji somehow makes it spin again. Even the day your grandma died. You couldn’t let go of him all night—you would have panicked if someone made you. You laid on top of him while he watched movies (you couldn’t focus on any of them). You straddled his thighs while he ate leftover take out (you weren’t hungry). You sat on the bathroom counter while he peed (you would have sat on his lap while he was shitting, too, if he had to). It spun a little slower at first that day but Denji got it to keep moving.

Today.. Denji’s the one who’s sad. He hasn’t gotten off the carpet where he’s been laying or moved his position in two hours and you’re growing increasingly anxious over it. Denji is the most resilient person you know! If you’re a flower then Denji’s probably an ancient redwood; wind that could knock you down barely registers for him. So you have hardly any experience helping him through mental adversity let alone this depressed, comatose state he’s in and you’re truly at a loss.

You’ve tried everything. Talking to him, cooking for him, poking him—nothing’s stirred a reaction. So laying half on top of him and cuddling is the solution you stick with. If anything, at least it’s helping you calm down. His foggy, half-asleep state honestly scares you so much you would have called a doctor by now if you hadn’t witnessed the cause.

You’d been at the grocery store, Denji was pushing you in the cart and laughing at some dumb joke you made when a grey-haired old man bumped into him. Denji acted like he saw a ghost. The man did a double take before speaking loudly like he was hard of hearing.

“Denji? Is that you, son? Never thought I’d see that face in a place like this. So you’re a city boy now is that right?”

Denji didn’t answer. He just backed away slow like the man was holding him at gunpoint. You climbed clumsily from the cart to grip Denji’s hand.

“Gosh your daddy woulda hated that, wouldn’t he? His only son packing up and abandoning the hometown.. You know you could always come back to work for me. I’ll bet his little house is in ruins by now, you should really pay it some homage.” He was flashing Denji this toothy grin that made your blood boil. You tried stepping in, “Wha-“

The old man acted like he just noticed you, “And who’s this? You found yourself a real looker eh? Didn’t think you had it in you, son. A pretty thing like that oughtta be kept on a tight leash.”

With that Denji punched him. Not as hard as you know he could have, but enough to knock the wind out of the guy. It was like Denji’s mind was working against his body—one of them wanted to let loose and beat the old man bloody but one was frozen in fear or some kind of hesitation. You weren’t sure which instinct was which. Then he was grabbing your wrist and rushing you out of the store, abandoning your groceries and cart and the old man who was wheezing and laughing after getting hit.

He’s been silent and dreamlike ever since then. Like the confrontation reduced his inferno to simmering coals.

“Deeenji. Denji? I’m worried.” You’re whispering by now. No matter the volume you speak, Denji won’t respond. You offer your millionth kiss on the cheek before climbing to your feet. Time to try method two again. You tie on your apron, moving quickly and shakily with anxiety, and set to work. This time maybe you’ll make something sweet instead of the pasta that’s currently sitting cold in its pot. You grab dishes and a pan, willing yourself to slow your clumsy movements despite the racing thoughts.

He’ll get up. He’ll be fine. It’s okay. Denji’s strong. No need to worry. Crepes. Denji never turns down crepes. If I make these he’ll get up. I can make him feel better. Just gotta cut some strawberries. Easy peasy. I can—

You yelp as the bowl you were slicing fruit into falls to the floor, shattering into pieces and interrupting your thoughts. Then there’s blood, fast and hot, pouring from a fresh cut on your palm. Fuuck! Why is nothing going right today? You spin to grab a towel and scream even louder than the first time when you see Denji standing behind you wrinkling his nose.

“Woah, it’s a mess in here. What’re ya—gah!”

Seeing Denji up and about makes you trip right into broken glass with your bare feet, immediately causing a near fall. Denji catches your arm before you can tumble completely over.

Somehow that heroic catch breaks the dam; now you’re stumbling into his chest absolutely sobbing. You couldn’t help Denji when he was literally dissociating for hours but he’ll just waltz into a room and make things better before you even have time to blink. He’ll always save the day, even on days when he’s the one who needs saving.

“Denji! Denji, I’m so glad you’re up. I was really-hic!-really worried!”

“Hey get offa your feet! Damn, yn, sorry I scared you. C’mere.”

Denji turns and bends real low before sliding you onto his back, marching you piggy-back-style to the bathroom. Then you're sitting on the edge of the sink while Denji bandages your hand and picks glass out of your toes. Your stream of tears doesn’t let up the entire process but Denji chooses not to comment while he works. He’s gentle and patient, biting his tongue between sharp teeth while he concentrates on finding each and every shard. You watch him and feel your heart slowly calm at the relief his presence brings.

“Wanna talk about it?” You both know you’re referring to the encounter with the old man at the store.

“…Nah. Probably later I will.”

Denji clinks another piece of glass into the wastebasket. You sniffle and Denji glares at you. “Do you wanna talk about somethin’?”

His prompting results in a fresh wave of tears as you bury your face in your good hand. Denji sighs and stands, pushing your temple into his side and holding it there, rubbing his thumb back and forth on your scalp.

“What’re you such a crybaby for?” He asks gently. You take a while to respond, rubbing your face off slowly with his shirt sleeve.

“Denji, I don- I don’t deserve you at all!”

“Hu-“

“Like-hic!- I hate that you always have to be there for me-hic!-and save me from stuff but I can’t even do one thing to return the favor. Like today you were clearly having such a hard time but-hic!-I couldn’t distract you one bit.”

You lift your head off his shoulder so you can see his face—he’s staring at you with pursed lips and furrowed brows. You bury your face in his side again.

“Baby, your thinking’s all wrong. You save me all the time! Today was weird, don’t take it personal.”

You sniffle again, shaking your head.

“Be serious, Denji. I’m not helpful at all.”

“Hey. ‘M being so serious! You save me by just existin’.”

You huff and shake your head a second time.

“Come on, yn! You know I need you. You’re like… soothing to me I guess. And I like helpin’ you. Seriously! I can’t explain but I… I wanna be helpin’ you. Like all the time! Never wanna be apart.”

You peek up at him again and his thumb stops stroking your head.

“You…”

“Never wanna be apart, yeah. Just wanna… crawl in your skin or somethin’.”

You study his humorless expression while he wipes your tears then licks the salt water off his fingers. You study his messy golden hair and his eye bags and his sparse freckles. His cider-colored stare. His vulnerable honesty. You can’t help but giggle.

“Hey! What’s so funny?”

“I just feel exactly the same way.”

Somehow, even after the raw gooeyness of his previous statement, this is when Denji manages to blush. He smiles his big, pointy smile. You reach to pull him down to your level, still sitting on the sink, where you can easily kiss him. It’s the kind of kiss that heats up your insides in a fuzzy way.

prequel drabble to this link here hang on . also other denji hcs link here

Pls reblog or smth if u like it I’m trying to talk to ppl about csm more !!!

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daydreaming abt historical fantasy au..... hcs under cut bc it will be a lot of text although a lot of it is based off canon

ok so maybe not the most creative idea but kurumi comes from a bloodline of witches except their family hasnt had powers manifest for many generations and the most is that they keep their young looks

however kusuo is the only one with powers and it seems that whatever powers previous generations could have gotten has been passed down to him instead (basically he has every power he has in canon)

also kusuo has powers bc hes transmasc lol

in this au there r mages who can control basic elements (fire water earth air wtv) and kusuo disguises himself as one of them bc witches aren't accepted in society

his work requires him to meet many ppl and some of these people get unusually attached to him and they continue interacting with him even though he doesn't say a word back to them

kusuo claims that he has nothing to do with them and they are a pain but somehow finds himself doing whatever he can to make them safe and happy

kuusuke doesnt have any powers but hes extremely smart and became an alchemist after graduating from a fancy school thing (i swear i know the right term but not now how embarrassing)

he spent his whole life trying to limit kusuo's powers and eventually remove them completely (same as canon haha)

he also wants to remove powers from other witches and mages while hes at it teehee (cute girl sticking tongue out image here)

btw he does a lot of experiments and some of them r not very ethical but dont worry about it lol

their grandma (i forgot her name srry :(( ) owns a famous boutique, kurumi works there too

moving on to other characters i was thinking saiko family is a royal family althogh they arent liked by the public bc of their attitude honestly if metori became the king the country is doomed

but that is if he didnt have the power of friendship

metori is the crown prince of the country and nendou is his knight

what?!??!

yes u read that right

nendou became a knight bc of his almost inhumane strength

almost got fired multiple times but hairo, another knight with the best reputation possible helps nendou keep his job

also a very kind person he will drop whatever hes doing to help ppl when they need it

he likes playing with children (fails many times bc his face is scary he is sad) and buying things from them even though he doesnt need wtv tjey r selling

one day nendou invites metori to meet his friends (almost got fired for the nth time. hairo is crying. keep up the good work.) and miraculously metori says yes since he has nothing to do and is somewhat curious about how peasants spend their time

somehow his friends are: kusuo, a mage who is just average but has genius alchemist brother

kaidou who is just some guy who really wants to be both a mage and knight at the same time but cant do both

and aren who came from a mercenary background but decided to become a knight instead and is quickly climbing the ranks

metori is very impressed with these people (except kaidou 💀💀) but it didnt last long when all of them act so god damn weird

they met at a bar, saiki brought a box of dessert from a cafe to eat, kaidou is sitting at a corner muttering something about having a hidden power and that he can destroy the bar rn if he wanted to and aren is normal but sometimes he says something scary every now and then

anyways they definitely hated metori but they warmed up to him after a few times meeting and they get to enjoy rich ppl luxuries

a few months later metori wakes up in the middle of the night in cold sweat when he realises that he is friends with those peasants and that he enjoys spending time with them

congratulations now u have the powers of friendship and character development

ok next teruhashi family is a high ranking noble family

maybe teruhashi family being low ranking nobles who r gaining a lot of popularity would be good too

metori is the crown prince and is constantly sending marriage offers to kokomi but makoto burns every single marriage offer letter from anyone (the only time kokomi is grateful to him)

kokomi and makoto r the most beautiful ppl in the country or perhaps the whole world and the kokomi objectification by men is even worse in this au so shes kinda fucked up inside

but dont worry !!! she does have awareness that she is going insane and makes sure to have some self care hobbies

which is sneaking out and interacting with people she wears a disguise that covers up her beauty so that when she interacts with ppl they respond back like shes just a person and this is important to her because it reminds her that life is not just get married have children and die

interaction with ppl as in just buying random things from whatever store she sees (she has 0 social skills if it isnt acting)

it gets even better for her when she comes across chiyo who is a low ranking noble whos title was bought instead of earned

when they first meet, chiyo deduces that kokomi is a noble from the way she talks and carries herself but doesnt know which family (it doesnt matter to her shes just excited to meet a new friend)

their first meeting is quite awkward bc neither of them know what to talk abt so they just sat together on a bench in silence for a few minutes

well its not that bad in the end bc chiyo decided they can go shopping or eat at cute cafes

kokomi started to get irritated (she was actually anxious bc she has never been treated as a friend before she just doesnt know) so she told chiyo her identity to see if chiyo will start worshipping her

chiyo needed a while to process but shes extra happy bc kokomi revealed her identity and chiyo took it that she wanted to be friends

she also starts talking about herself more and asking kokomi questions

this stuns kokomi as this is the first time someone was genuinely interested in her as a person

unfortunately she feels overwhelmed and goes home to rest (the whole time with chiyo just replays in her head constantly)

anyways they continue meeting outside and eventually go to gatherings and tea parties together

many ppl gossip abt chiyo not being enough for kokomi and when kokomi heard it the first time in public she broke her perfect lady act without thinking to defend chiyo (she almost started beating up ppl but she controlled herself so everythings fine :3)

i think i like kokomi x chiyo a lot do they have a ship name??

queer platonic kokomi x chiyo.....

wow this post is damn long

i actually just wanted to daydream of what kind of witch outfit kusuo would look good in

also im not sure abt kaidou in this au.... definitely a delusional person tho

maybe hes quite smart academically but i just dont have a clear direction of his role in this au

i will be surprised if anyone read this much thank u for reading my brain vomit

if u can tell i dont have much knowledge on historical settings lololol

i havent thought abt other characters much but aiura is definitely a witch who can do fortune telling

maybe imu is the leader of an information guild

akechi is either working in imu's guild or hes a detective

[thescrumptiousstuffs]

Dangerous Romance Episode 1

The newest GMMTV Thai BL has dropped and starring Perth X Chimon, this enemies to lovers trope is set in high school. And so far, I’m liking it.

The first episode highlights the societal, economic and class differences between our 2 main characters (and their group of friends).

We open with Sailom, played by the ever talented Chimon working hard in his part time job, while still maintaining his scholarship attending what appears to be quite a prestigious school (with a lot of the children being sent in expensive looking cars!) - and despite the financial hardship, you can see the cheeky side of Sailom (the way he answered the customer from the car wash shop 😂😂😂). I also love the small details (like how worn out his school shirt is compared to his schoolmates), again highlighting his financial situation. He has 2 loyal friends - both also on scholarships - Auto (Euro Thanaset) who is obsessed with an idol girl group, his mother working in the school canteen means he is always ready to feed Sailom when the latter is short of money. Then we have Guy (Marc Pahun!! So glad you are back on screen!), likely on a football scholarship? - alway ready to back up his friends.

Contrast with Kanghan, rich and unfortunately a bully. Clearly used to getting his own way, and being the top dog in school (anyone reminded of the F4 series?). He has the teachers wrapped around his fingers and nobody in school dares to go against him. But you can also see he has a soft spot for his grandma and Pimfah (beautiful View!!!! So glad to see her again!). And while his cronies (Max played by JJ, Nawa played by Pawin) shipped them together - Kanghan and Pimfah appears more to be close childhood friends who understand each other (I may of course be proven wrong as the series progress!)

Conflict arises when Auto got tangled up with Kanghan gang by agreeing to help them do a group project for money, but the plan went pear-shaped with Auto ultimately being beaten up. And that’s when the tug and war start between Sailom and Kanghan.

While Sailom tried to do the right thing by reporting the bullying, their homeschool teacher is not buying it (also Kanghan definitely has the teachers wrapped around his fingers) - “it’s just boys playing around. Now apologise and make up with Kanghan.”

It’s start a petty war from Kanghan’s side - throwing water/a shoe to Sailom, cutting up his bag/homeworks and harassing him at his side job

But, Sailom gives back just as good - he has some of the best line in this episode 😂😂😂

“Do you want to be a hero?” Kanghan

“Why, do you want to be my heroine?” Sailom

“There’s 2 type of people, the car owner and the car washers.” Kanghan (while slyly putting a credit card in Sailom’s pocket to get him in trouble) before Sailom slyly putting it back in the former pocket “There’s 2 type of people, a smart one and the person thinking he is smart.” Sailom

The episode ended with Auto being used to lure Sailom for essentially a beat up session in front of everyone (While Guy being locked up to stop him from interfering).

And again, despite Kanghan trying to humiliate Sailom by declaring he will forgive everything if Sailom kisses Auto - Sailom flipped the narrative and kissed Kanghan in front of the crowd (🤌👏👏👏) - now that’s a genius move by Sailom (or it could idiotic but we’ll see in next week episode 🫣)

The first round of Sailom vs Kanghan goes to Sailom. He is smart, sassy and not phased by Kanghan and his groupies. Yes, it’s frustrating and troublesome, but Sailom knows the value of patience. He is also aware of his lower socioeconomic status - and how to circumvent around it. Whether or not he will remain patience as Kanghan intensify his attacks (or if the trailer is to believed when loan sharks comes knocking and his brother get into trouble) will be interesting to see.

Kanghan despite being a bully clearly has a soft spot for his family and close friends. And there seems to be a barrier with his father - on the surface his father seems encouraging but also not?- “I want you to concentrate in school, have fun and hang out with your friends. Don’t need to do run for school president, it’s not fun etc etc.”

You can see his face fell when he heard his dad say the above (also, this is the first time I heard an Asian parent not wanting their children to strive for the best 😂😅) - so, I’m not that surprised why Kanghan just go on with his days cruising, as there is no expectations from his dad..and he seems at loss what to do with his future.

Will be interesting to see how their relationship unfolds as the series progresses!!!

18/08/2023

[lazydogz]

Rating the Poets on how good of cooks they are

Neil 

9/10

used to cook with his mom a lot when he was younger so he picked up a handful of skills from that

he finds it a incredibly therapeutic thing to do

is very big on trying new recipes and whenever he and Todd go to the bookstore he heads straight to the cookbook section

type of person to make someone try every bit of food as he��s cooking to make sure they like it

absolutely takes cooking classes in his free time

loses a point because sometimes he’s a bit too adventurous for his own good and once gave him and Todd food poisoning

Todd

6/10

he wasn’t always that good at cooking, Neil taught him most of the skills he has now

he likes simple recipes, anything more than 6-ish steps stresses him out and he just gives up

he also just doesn’t like cooking in general unless it’s with neil ofc

terrible at cutting things, food keeps flying off the cutting board and has given Neil numerous heart attacks almost taking his finger off 

always ends up on stirring duty bc he makes Neil so nervous

cannot put food in the oven without oven mitts bc he’s terrified of burning himself

Charlie

???/10, a complete wildcard

the kitchen may end up in flames or you’ll have the best meal of your life, depends on how he’s feeling

barely ever follows directions and just goes with what he thinks feels right bc he puts too much faith in his instincts

king of measuring with his heart <3

will gaslight himself into thinking the food is good even if it is the most disgusting thing in the world bc he refuses to waste anything

has found a passion in making and decorating pastries after a class w/ Neil

Cameron

8/10

type of person to pull out the recipe from a relative that has lasted his family 7 generations

absolutely loses his mind over vague directions, what the fuck do you mean by a dash of seasoning??? a splash of water?? huh???

on the topic of measuring, he’s incredibly good at converting measurements off the top of his head

incredibly precise with everything he does so everything takes longer than necessary 

loses 2 points bc he tones down the seasoning on everything bc “it’s too spicy” for him

Knox

2/10

will tell every girl he meets that he can cook but the fanciest meal they’re getting is pasta

type of dude that gets the whole dormitory evacuated because he forget to put water in his ramen and it caught fire in the microwave

he cracks an egg into his instant ramen and calls it gourmet 

genuinely cannot follow a recipe, he tries but has terrible memory so the bread in the oven is on fire, he can’t find the tomato he dropped and the fire alarm is going off

everything he makes looks like a struggle meal

Meeks

7/10

can cook but never wants to, always claims he has better things to do

incredibly fond of instant meals and refuses to feel ashamed of making them <3

has on numerous occasions forget random ingredients in things and will not remember till it’s finished 

he gets sidetracked a little too easy and has burned way too many things cooking (he and Pitts have also lost a wooden spoon he accidentally left over an open flame)

much like Charlie, believes very firmly in the power of eyeballing things (is actually very good at it)

Gerard

a solid 10/10!!

cooked with his grandma a lot and loves making traditional meals, esp for his friends

has a strange second sense when it comes to measuring, is always perfect first try

sings and dances while he cooks and it’s v cute, he makes Meeks join him a lot

is solely responsible for making sure Meeks does not forget to eat

likes to buy funny shaped cookie cutters and use them whenever he can (the poets joke abt it but secretly adore receiving sandwiches in the shape of a dinosaur)

makes everything with love <3

[flotsams]

hi - i'm jo (read more as yo than joe please 💔; 21+, she/her) and i'll be writing the first character from the summer's end subplot: an hamin, who is also my only character, so the follow will come through this blog. i don't mind plotting either here or on discord (@lahrimosa)

hamin is twenty-two, a resident of yuseong bay and kind of a flop... you can access his profile through this link, and while i'm trying to sort out his pinterest board so it's not a whole mess, here is a screenshot of general vibes.

i will be putting the rest under the read more as i kind of yapped </3

when did your muse first arrive in yuseong bay?

hamin arrived to yuseong bay at the beginning of june '01, that is - when he was born! he grew up on the island, too, scarcely leaving it, save for a couple swimming competitions left and right, when he could afford it; the longest he's been off the island was the near-twenty months he was stationed mainland during his military service.

what does an average day look like for your muse?

his average day is very... average. hamin wakes rather early in the morning, preferring (and being assigned to; with the way everything works around the bay, i assume that his manager would meet him half-way) morning shifts at lemon marts. he prefers the european style of breakfast; a coffee and a smoke, sometimes had at home and sometimes in front of andante, before his shift starts. there, nine hours pass slowly, welcome and have a nice day doorbell rings constant, but nonetheless, he is a diligent worker. depending on the day, he either delivers groceries to elders of the town who cannot make the trip on their own, or he is picking his brother up from school. he tries to read in his free time, but his attention span is somewhat fried. he also does physical work around the house, having stepped as the de-facto man of the house in his father's absence. over the weekend, he can be seen at 88& bar, or at pierrot lanes.

how does your muse feel about hanhwa resort?

feelings about hanhwa resort are conflicted - on one hand, he understands that this offers new job positions to many residents of yuseong bay and a better chance of life. a larger part of him, however, thinks their town isn't built to support the amount of people coming in, or whether the native residents will even be able to survive with the rising prices of living. it's something that tears him at the seams and with it being a conflict within his closest friend group, too, he prefers not to think of it for as long as he can.

is there an aspiration for your muse to stay in or leave yuseong bay?

once upon a time, hamin wanted to leave. he had big dreams of being a national athlete, however, those all fell through. that is why nowadays, he wants to stay; a sense of duty to provide for his family and see his brother grow up well anchoring him down.

list your muse's three favorite songs.

love wifi - hong jinyoung, love love love - kim hyunsuk (an unusual liking for trot influenced by his mom's taste), i'm a b - hwasa (it was definitely better waking up and seeing one of the red moon concept photos of her first thing in the morning rather than his cranky superior's face)

describe your muse's wardrobe.

very simple and comfortable before everything else. summer wardrobe consists of cotton shorts and shirts, swimming trunks used as everyday wear, staple fake nike slippers, airy clothes (x, x). winter wardrobe consists mostly of loose-fit jeans and sweatshirts, and sweaters his grandma made (x, x). owns one pair of sneakers, a pair of winter boots, indoor flipflops and aforementioned 'nikes'. a lot of his clothes is old, in a sense that he takes good care of it and buys new clothes only when necessary.

what is a color, word and emoji that you feel describes your muse?

for color, i'd say a beau blue - any of faded blues in general. word is one that is this blog's url - flotsam: debris in the water that was not deliberately thrown overboard, often as a result from a shipwreck or accident. and emoji would be a simple smiling one - 🙂 - as he tries to keep a smile in spite of what life throws at him.

three strong likes and dislikes for your muse.

likes: swimming (though he would never admit it, insists on hating it instead), cats, walking on the beach - as corny as it sounds. dislikes: gossip, small talk in the mornings, horror movies

three positive and negative traits for your muse.

+ optimistic, friendly, altruistic - jealous, self-critical, gullible

three talents and shortcomings for your muse.

talents: can hold his breath underwater for a prolonged time, really good at tongue-twisters, good listener. shortcomings: will eat cup noodles for days instead of cooking, bites his nails, spends more money on buying food for stray cats than on living expenses

what is a book/tv series/movie/video game character that you feel your character relates to?

a bit like eli jang, minus the criminal past and a child. very protective of family and friends and overall kind, non-judgemental and non-confrontational individual.

a relevant goal or arch for your character to overcome.

1) quit smoking; 2) keep his friend group together and from falling apart; 3) go back to swimming, even if it's not on a competitive level again; 4) find his kicked out slash runaway father so that his mom can finally go through with the divorce and he can get his money back. from these, the most plausible one is the first one and the one that breaks his heart the most... is the second one.

[banzaitaka]

Glad it's open again! Prince rukia, can you do saiki kusuo's reaction to his son who traveled to the past by mistake? The child is 14 years old and has the same powers as his dad! Thank you, ur the best

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Alright this is an interesting theme to go for

Not me forgetting you said "by mistake" and only realizing after writing the reason n how n all that

Towards the end are quite a lot of lil timeskips cause aaaaaaaahhh And I noticed myself drifting off to some negative feels a bit lol so uh there is a cute ending dw

Saiki K Masterlist

I hope this is what you wanted & you enjoy reading!

Kusuo Saiki x male! reader

Small accidental visit

(Y/N) opened his eyes, scanning the area around him with a blurred eye sight. His back laying on the hard, wet concrete as raindrops rained down on him.

//What is going on now?//

He quickly realized his glasses were covered in water and that's why everything was blurry before his eyes. Weirdly enough, that was the only thing he could really complain about at that moment. There was neither pain or any other feeling of discomfort present.

Besides the feeling of wet concrete against his back and limbs anyway.

A strange thing considering he certainly did not teleport to that location.

(Y/N) couldn't recall any reason why he would lay there or the fact that it started raining. But it must've been going on for a while before he landed there, or else under him would be still dry.

He gave himself a slight slap on the inside, this information was getting him nowhere.

//Okay, let's step back a second and think. What was I doing before I-//, a glance past the rim of his glasses to his digital wristwatch made him widen his eyes in shock, making him sit up and frantically dry off his glasses.

//This can't be.//, (Y/N) simply stated, staring at the date on his watch, on the year specifically.

It read May 11th 2014, 4:22 pm.

Last time he checked, he wasn't even born during that time. So obviously, this didn't make much sense.

//This watch is supposed to automatically adjust itself to the current time and date of the timezone it's in once activated. This has to be broken.//, he frowned, doing what everyone would do in that situation. Slap the life out of the wristwatch in a poor and rather aggressive attempt on making it work again.

//It probably broke during whatever happened to me that made me wake up infront of grandma and grandpa's house.//, he concluded, looking ahead at the rather familiar house infront of him. Though, it seemed kind of different, (Y/N) didn't pay it any mind.

The rain picked up, covering the boy's glasses in thick raindrops yet again. //Agh, this stupid rain.//

Without even looking around first, he stood up and rose his hand in the air. The other arm was busy drying off his glasses as he blew away the rainclouds like it was nothing.

//This is starting to get more irritating than confusing. Well, at least no one's here to bother me.//

"Look! Cyborg Sider-man No.2! Did you see that!?"

//Oh oh.//, the (Y/HC)-haired flinched, not even daring to turn around, //Dad is going to kill me.//

"He just made the rain stop with his hand!", the little boy let out a loud gasp, "Is he your apprentice!? I want to be your apprentice too!"

"I don't even know that kid.", another voice sounded out, clearly annoyed with the kid he had to accompany to buy soda.

//Okay. That sounded suspiciously like my dad, but I'm just going to leave while I can-//, (Y/N) sneaked away, still not sparring the two behind him a single glance.

Really, he was too scared to check. He took another glance at his wristwatch and it still said 2014. Even after trying to reverse it, he could only see the minutes going backwards.

And in addition to that, the name "Cyborg Sider-man No.2" sounded way too familiar. (Y/N) remembered his dad talking about the time he had to babysit a little boy from time to time.

A boy who kept calling him that.

The dots were slowly connecting, but (Y/N) clearly didn't want to believe it and ended up blaming it on paranoia. Because time travel was also a topic at the dinner table. One he didn't remember having anything positive to it.

And hearing what his father went through when he traveled back into the past really killed all motivation to do that himself.

So denial it was.

//There is no mistaking it, that boy is a psychic too. He seemed to have used the exact same method I used to make it stop raining not too long ago.//, Kusuo monologued, frowning internally, //Why do I keep attracting these kinds of people?//

Ignoring Yuta's begging and rambling, as well as the fact he noticed the 14 year old sneak away, Kusuo walked towards his house.

//I'd like to say it was none of my business and I should just ignore him, but he was already way too close for comfort. I don't need another rando to ask me to be their teacher.//

A mental image of a purple haired student by the name of Reita and a green haired magician called Kouta made itself present in the pink-haired's mind. He really just wanted to be left alone.

Once Kusuo was finally back in his room, he stopped in his tracks.

//I couldn't hear his thoughts.//

Now, even though it was rare and rather unusual for him not to hear someone's thoughts, it didn't make it less concerning. The opposite in fact, as he was so used to knowing what everyone was thinking.

The teen sat on his bed, looking down to think, //And he's most definitely a psychic. I didn't see anything about his character, not even his face. There is no way I can tell if he's evil or not.//

The annoyance built up even more inside of him and he could very well tell how the volume of his inner voice increased.

//The fact he was so close to my home may have something to do with me. Did he see me use my powers without me noticing? Now I have to look into this.//

Meanwhile, (Y/N) was looking for a good spot to teleport away. He didn't want anyone else to see him use his powers, otherwise his dad will definitely scold him.

Doesn't matter if he really time traveled or not.

Soon, he found a rather tight alleyway, so tight that he had to walk sideways, //Perfect.//, he quickly slipped in, clicking his tongue with annoyence at how the walls dirtied his clothes.

Once the (Y/HC)-haired reached about the middle of the alleyway, he looked left and right to ensure noone's watching and then finally teleported away.

To his house to be exact.

//I should tell dad about-//, mouth agape, he stared to the spot his house was supposed to be. Only to find a small field with a rather big tree a bit further ahead.

//You gotta be kidding me.//

The view before (Y/N) gave him no other chance, but to believe he traveled to the past.

But he still went up to the tree several meters away from him, inspecting it for any signs of carvings he did with his father. And as feared, there were none to be found.

//Well shit.//, (Y/N) let himself slide to the ground with his back against the tree, //How am I supposed to go back?//

Crossing his arms infront of his chest, he began to think. And after a few minutes of doing just that, the only thing he could come up with is asking Kusuke, his uncle, for help. Problem with that was, however, that there was a chance of him changing the future through doing that.

Overall, the 14 year old couldn't think as clearly as he would like to. He wasn't able to stay as composed as his dad could be, that being the fault of his personality. His grandpa's genes must be showing just a tad bit.

//Damn it. What would dad do? Go to Kusuke, I'm sure, but I just can't...//

Meanwhile, Kusuo was also in thought.

The pink-haired crossed his eyes yet again, in search of any signs of that mysterios psychic. //Still nothing, where could he be?//, he blinked once to normalize his eyes and put a hand to his chin in thought, //There is a possibility that he teleported to an area too far away for my powers to reach, if he truly has the same or similar powers as me. That would make this far more annoying than it already is.//

Sighing internally, the teen laid down on his bed, //I will just have to stay on guard.//

Night approached.

And with (Y/N) having no place to stay or way to get back to the future, all he could do was collect some firewood, rocks and a lot of dirt.

He put the rocks in a circle in a space where no grass grew and poured a bit of dirt in the middle, enough to cover the ground. He poured more dirt around the rock circle and the rest at the side where he could easily reach it.

He didn't have to fear anything catching fire, but he didn't want any possible passerby to scold him. More so for the sake of keeping his powers a secret, since his dad made it more than clear how important it is to ensure no one ever found out about them.

Besides, (Y/N) tried not to rely on his powers so often. There was no fun with being able to do almost anything imaginable with a snap of his fingers.

Finally, the (Y/HC)-haired threw some wood in the circle and lit it on fire using his pyrokinesis.

//...//, the boy leaned against the tree behind him, an all too familiar sense of loneliness washing over him, //I hate this.//

---

The next morning, the 14 year old did nothing in particular. How could he? Pacing back and forth infront of the big tree and singing songs to himself, of which he keeps forgetting bits of the lyrics of, were pretty much the only things he could do.

There was hunger slowly building up inside of his stomach, but at the same time he felt like he couldn't even eat a single bite. Anxiousness was overtaking his mind.

//...I can't keep going like this though...Dad...//

---

"Oh, Ku! There's a young man here asking for you!", the pink-haired heard his mother call out for him. //What now?// He stood up from his position on the floor infront of his TV and gaming console, making his way down the stairs.

Kurumi smiled at him as she stepped out of the way. //That's-//, he stared at the boy right outside of his door, //That's the boy from yesterday! What does he want?//

"I'll be in the kitchen making you two some snacks. Have fun you two!"

And with that she walked away from the scene, to the kitchen, leaving the two of them in a rather thick layer of tension. "Hello.", the (Y/HC)-haired greeted, still not looking up to look Kusuo in the eyes.

//He didn't move his mouth while speaking...//, Kusuo pulled him inside with his powers and shut the door. (Y/N) let out a weird noise out of surprise, a look of panicked confusion on his face as he got dragged further, up into the pink-haired's room.

The boy, now sitting on the floor with Kusuo towering behind him, only heard the door close before Kusuo spoke up, "Who are you and what do you want?"

Hesitantly, (Y/N) looked the other in the eyes, "(Y/N) Saiki."

"Saiki? Are you a lost brother or something?", looking closer at the boy's face, he could see some resemblance of his bloodline. "Not exactly- I- You- I'm from the future and don't know how to get back, please help me-", the boy splurted out out of nervousness, being fixated by the older one's cold stare.

Also, there shouldn't be any beating around the bush in this matter, otherwise (Y/N) might as well never go back.

For just a moment, silence filled the room, the only noise being the shabby backgound music of the cheap game Kusuo had been playing.

"Good grief..."

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It didn't take long for Kusuo to believe his supposed son from the future. Looking at all those things he had to deal with on a daily basis up until this day, it really was just another inconvenience in his life.

Now sitting at the dinner table with his parents and (Y/N), he already began to make plans in his head how to approach his older brother with this situation, hoping he'd help out without making it too much of an annoying experience. Because after sending the boy back, he also had to deal with fixing the timeline. He didn't believe (Y/N) being up for that important task.

Kuniharu paused for a second to smile at the 14 year old sitting across from him, "I'm positively surprised my son tutors a kid in his free time, but isn't it getting a bit late now? I can drive you home if you want." "Ah, well...", the (Y/HC)-haired glanced to the pink-haired next to him, a silent ask for help.

"Good grief...He wanted to ask if he could stay for tonight."

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Back up in the 17 year old's room, (Y/N) watched as Kusuo laid down a futon on the empty space of the room. Despite the want to call out for him, (Y/N) remained silent, it might be for the better that way. It was just, his dad didn't do much with him for quite a while now and the boy started to miss him and all those fun times together.

//He's technically not my dad yet though.//, he told himself.

Once Kusuo finished with his task, he himself laid on his bed, "We'll go to Kusuke first thing in the morning, so go to sleep now."

The darkness of the room and Kusuo's words set the 14 year old's mood even further. He felt lonely. Still, nodding his head, he crawled onto the futon and tugged the blanket over his body up to his head.

There was no changing anything at that moment and no other way to go. He had to push his needs to the side for now to get back into the time he belonged to.

//Why does he look so sad?//, Kusuo's eyes fixated onto the blanket burrito. Discarding the question as soon as he asked it, he turned off the little lamp on his nightstand, burrying himself under his own blanket and trying to fall asleep.

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The closer (Y/N) got to going back to the future, the more intense got the feeling of wanting to stay. Kusuo would have no choice, but to look out for him, right? Though, he didn't want to force himself onto him like that. But- He craved for that attention.

All hopes of Kusuke needing some time to get a device ready were crushed quickly when he announced of having one right there, ready to go.

"So he can go right away?", the pink-haired asked, a bit cautiously, waiting for a possible catch. Kusuke only nodded his head with a smile, turning his gaze to (Y/N), "Just make sure you visit me, little one."

A silent nod was all (Y/N) could provide as an answer.

Satisfied, Kusuke left the room to get the device started. It left the (Y/HC)-haired's heart racing and fingers twitching.

The both of them stood there, waiting, for a while. And Kusuo couldn't take it anymore, he had to ask, finally, "Do you not want to go?"

"...", the boy didn't really know how to reply to the other one's question at first, rubbing his fingers against each other in a subtle fidgeting manner as he thinks about it.

"I- It was nice to have dinner with someone again."

Before another word could be spoken, Kusuke returned, telling them that everything was ready. (Y/N) nodded yet again, quickly following the younger version of his uncle, leaving Kusuo standing there, speculating about his words.

Everything was over faster than (Y/N) and Kusuo thought, as if there was still something missing. But it would be too late anyways, the time machine was activated and the 14 year old was gone, back to where, or when, he came from.

It all left Kusuo with a bitter aftertaste, but there was no slacking off now. He got a timeline to fix.

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When (Y/N) opened his eyes again, he was met by the sight of grass and a small, brownish-grey house, as wood scratched against his back, making him quickly realise where he was. He snapped his head to look up the tree branch, sure enough, there were many little carvings of letters and symbols scattered across the texturey surface.

A look at his wristwatch gave him the last confirmation he needed that he was indeed in the year he was supposed to be in.

//Guess I'm back now.//, he shifted his gaze back fowards, looking at his shoes as he moved his feet back and forth, //So back to everyday life.//

The boy decided to go back inside, maybe make himself a sandwich or two. Opening the door and kicking his shoes off his feet, he didn't expect to hear the TV in the kitchen. He certainly didn't forget to turn it off since he didn't turn it on in the first place.

He poked his head into the room, eyes widening when his gaze met the back of his dad, appearantly cutting some vegetables on a wooden cutting board. "Dad?", the boy accidentally called out, it just slipped out of his mouth like that.

It made the other flinch slightly.

Kusuo turned around, "(Y/N), I told you not to scare me when I'm holding sharp objects." "Ah- Sorry, dad, I didn't mean to.", the boy stepped into the kitchen with an apologetic smile, "What are you doing here?"

The pink-haired gave his son a sideglance before getting back to cutting, "I'm making dinner." "But you're usually away at this time." "I might have been before your little trip.", Kusuo paused what he was doing again to pat his son's head, "But now it will be different."

Slowly understanding what was going on, the 14 year old smiled brightly. Even Kusuo couldn't help a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, "Good grief...you seem to have a bit of energy left to help me make dinner."

"Yes, sir!"

"Oh, and look around before using your powers next time."

"Yes, sir-!"

[nevalizona]

Rusty Atwood

•30 years old

•Lesbian.

•Goes by he/him mostly but isn't bothered by she/her. (His family mostly calls him she/her, but I'll go into that more some other time)

•Born in raised on a farm in Wyoming.

•Possibly born in 1943, not 100% sure when I want the story set yet.

•Is the youngest of the family.

•Has probably three older brothers.

•Rusty's dad wasn't disappointed about having a daughter but made it very clear she wasn't being treated special or different than how he treated his sons.

•Rusty was was expected to help around the farm the same way his brothers were.

•Rusty's mom is pretty similar to Rusty's father. She is not the most personable and certainly didn't coddle her kids.

•She’d never admit it, but when she found out she was having a daughter, she was very nervous. She had only raised boys and only knew how to raise boys. She knew that she was not the most gentle and was terrified she'd raise her daughter "wrong."

•Rusty gets along with his mother better than his father but doesn't mind his father too much.

•Rusty vowed, though, to never end up like his father, who let his difficult life harden him. Rusty wants to stay a person and feel full of life even though life has been difficult.

•Rusty has always been closest to his brothers. Always tried to look like them. Always tried to act like them.

•His family doesn't know he's a lesbian explicitly, but they sure as hell know he isn't marrying a man. They don't mind necessarily. The Atwoods believe that blood is thicker than water, and you never turn your back on blood. Mom Atwood and Dad Atwood will love Rusty no matter what because he's their daughter, and that's all there is to it. It's a genuine love, too. Not just there because it has to be.

•It should be known that the Atwoods are known for having a mean streak of anger. Everyone in the family. Dad, mom, the three brothers, Rusty. Grandpa Atwood and Grandma Atwood were also known to get real nasty when they were angry. Mom Atwood has always told Rusty that she wasn't like that before she met his father. He allows her to feel things she may have had to stifle back home. Rusty respects that, acknowledges it, wishes he knew what his mother was like before she met his father.

•Rusty is trying really hard to wrangle in that temper. He doesn't like it unless he can use it to be productive.

•Rusty is outright cold to men unless they are family. He just doesn't like being around them. Doesn't like wasting time on them. Avoids them at all costs. When he works outside the farm, he talks to his co-workers, who are men as little as possible.

•When it comes to women, Rusty is the biggest flirt. He just loves women so much, and he just loves making them blush and smile. He is charismatic and knows it.

•While yes, Rusty is a natural flirt he knows how to stop when he has a girlfriend. He just lays his charm on thick instead, which his girlfriend usually enjoys anyways.

•Rusty actually met his girlfriend when he was holed up in some small town. She worked at the diner he frequented. What started out as simple hooking up turned into a full-blown relationship that neither can live without.

•Rusty's girlfriend packed up her things and followed him to his next destination.

•Rusty likes to travel a lot but is never gone from the farm for long. He always returns no matter what.

•He does though, really wanna buy a cabin up near the PNW with his girlfriend. Somewhere in the middle of nowhere,deep in the woods, so they can just live in their own little world, but he can't bear the idea of not going Home for all that long.

•Rusty's Girlfriend’s mom does not like him. She does not like that he travels so much. Does not like that her daughter is attached to his hip. Does not like what she's heard of the Atwoods, from Rusty himself. She just thinks he's no good.

•Rusty's girlfriend has tried to explain to her mom that they'd get along if they just talked a little, but her mom won't hear it.

•Rusty isn't too torn up about his girlfriend’s mom not liking him. As far as he's aware, she just doesn't get him or his family. All that matters to him is that Mom Atwood gets along with his girlfriend, and she does.

•In fact, the Atwoods really like Rusty's Girlfriend. They welcome her into their odd family with ease.

•They know without needing to be told that Rusty's Girlfriend is well, Rusty's girlfriend. His brothers WILL ask at some point, though. And they will be glad that he's finally told them. (Tbf he probably has *kinda* told them, but they wanted to hear it directly, no beating around the bush. But that's also the Atwood way. They do not like flowery language. Say what you mean and mean what you say.)

•While the Atwoods sound intimidating, they are fun in their own way. They fiercely love each other and genuinely enjoy spending time together.

•Rusty definitely has nieces and nephews living on the farm. Definitely from his oldest brother, who surely is married. But maybe the other ones as well. The Atwood farm is a bustling little place.

[starlahuskyz]

Chances - Chapter 8

Summary: The boys meet Jordan at the boardwalk for a night out, but before they can start she has to run an errand at the comic shop. After that they get into a squabble involving Bixby which makes Jordan second guess what she originally thought of the boys. That is until Marko steps in...

This is a longer chapter and I'm gonna try to make all of them longer from now on.

Chapter 7 <<< >>> Chapter 9

TW// None

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Jordan is fixing herself up in the mirror for her meet with the boys tonight. She threw on something a little more classy for the night, not too classy, but a nice middle ground.. Her mother sees her getting ready and tosses a question at her.

“You sure look fancy, what’s the occasion?” Jordan looks at her a little surprised and thinks about what she’s going to say.

“Um, I’m going out.” She stares blankly at her mother who already knows that she’s not being all too honest.

“Going where, exactly?” Jane places her hands on her hips in the standard mom way while Jordan avoids her gaze.

“Somewhere…” She adjusts her headband pretending to look busy.

“Alone or-wait, Jordan…have you met someone?” She watches her intensely.

“No ma! It’s not a date. I’m just…testing the waters as they say.” She reluctantly looks at her.

“Jordan I thought you swore off dating or doing anything like that? You do remember what happened right?” Jordan sighs, she remembers all too well and she’s tired of her parents reminding her.

“Who wouldn’t? Of course I do. I’m just…” She leans on the sink and rubs her eyes as she’s fighting tears of frustration. 

“I’m not mad, sweetie I just don’t want to have any more repeats of what happened.” She places a gentle hand on Jordan’s shoulder.

“I don’t either, I’m just tired of running. If I can’t move forward, I’m never gonna feel better. This could be my chance to achieve my goal of finding the right person to spend my life with. I know what to look out for, so I will keep myself in check this time around.” She finally stands up straight and relaxes.

“Well, please watch out. And stay safe.” She placed a hand onto Jordan's face affectionately. 

“I will. Love you ma.” Jordan made her way downstairs and out the door shutting it behind her.

“Love you too.”

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At the boardwalk, Marko anxiously waited by his bike for Jordan to arrive. He kept chewing on his fingers and Paul took notice. 

“Hey dude, relax. She’ll show up, if you keep eating you won’t have enough room for dinner.” Paul gestured at Marko who swiftly removed his finger from his mouth and started bouncing his leg instead.

“What if she doesn’t.” Marko frantically looks around until Dwayne taps his shoulder. “What?” Dwayne points down the boardwalk and sees her looking for them. 

“Go get her tiger, this is all you.” Dwayne smiles and shoves him forward and Marko stumbles off..

“You got this man!” Paul whoops and hollers at Marko causing a scene thus David smacks him on the back of the head to shut him up.

Marko walks towards her and collects himself by slicking his hair back and repositioning his jacket. She catches sight of him and smiles which Marko takes as a good sign.

“Glad you could make it tonight. I will say you're making me feel underdressed.” He gestures at her outfit.

“Have you seen yourself? You look like my late grandma’s bed sheets.” She pointed at his get up. “Besides, I ruined my clothes from last night’s squabble so I had no choice.”

“Whatever, so what do you wanna do tonight? Marko leaned on the railing while he waited for an answer.

“Well I have to do something real quick. I need to head to Frog comics to look for something. My dad lended me some cash to get him a comic book. He’s kinda getting into them so he just said to buy him something he would probably like. Marko winced.

“Ah, I see.” Marko started chewing his thumb anxiously.

“Something wrong?” Jordan tilted her head curiously. “If you’re not up for it then I can just go alone-”

“No, it’s fine. I’m no puss.” Marko speaks confidently despite the fact he can feel David staring daggers at him.

“Marko don’t fucking do it.” David intrudes his mind and Marko quickly leads Jordan aways from the area towards the comic store.

“Sorry about that, David just doesn’t like me going there. Those kids hate us.” Marko apologizes to Jordan.

“Is it because you’re a “bloodsucker”?” Jordan puts up air quotes to make her point. “Yeah I get it, they don’t like me either. When I first moved here they were lecturing me about vampires and such. I didn’t believe them at the time.”

“You must feel stupid now?” Marko smirked at her.

“Definitely. But I still don't really care to be honest.”

“Do they know you’re a vampire?” Marko questioned.

“Not yet. They always suspect innocent people as vampires while the actual vampires run free.”

“Why would you even keep going to them? What if they plot against you or something?” Marko recalled what they had done to him and his brothers the previous year. They have reached a truce at this point so only god knows what will happen after he walks back in.

“I’m not afraid of some kids, Marko. Unless Rambo is their dad then I ain’t got nothing to worry about.” She walks into the store and starts searching, taking her sweet time. Marko staggers at the entrance thinking. “She's right, they're just a bunch of stupid kids. I’m not a punk. They can’t get me twice.”

After walking in Marko sees Jordan already talking to the brothers, and as Marko walks up, they stop and stare at him. The boy with the headband questions Jordan as she sifts through some comics oblivious to their dismay.

“That’s who you’re with? He’s bad news, don’t you know?” He tries getting her attention.

“Oh really Edgar, mind telling me why?” She still doesn’t look.

The other brother drops the news completely dumbfounded. “He’s a shit sucking vampire! That’s why!”

Marko immediately snaps “Shut up!

Jordan looks through a superman comic and simply says. “Alright Alan, and why is that a problem?” 

“Vampires are a very threat to your life, and humanity as we know it. I thought we made it very clear?” Edgar pulls the comic down from her face and looks her dead in the eyes. She just stares at him with a faint smile on her face.

“Well if he sucks me dry then that’s my problem.” She puts the comic back and continues searching. But a new voice pulls her from her search once again and she sighs tired of the interruption.

“You can’t be serious right? We’ve told you about what happened in ‘87 right? How bloodsuckers trashed my house and his buddies were responsible.” A blonde kid with an unnatural fashion sense looks at her from across the shelf.

“That’s cute Sam, but that sounds like a personal problem between you and them and nothing to do with me.” 

Sam walks over to Marko in order to confront him.

“I’m not here to start trouble little Emerson, I’m just here to accompany a friend of mine.” He points to Jordan who finally finds a comic of interest.

“Well make it quick because I don’t want you here. And you!” He points to Jordan who looks over at him. “Don’t trust him! He will get ya eventually!” He cups his hands around his mouth to make his point stronger.

Jordan ponders what he said for a moment before going to pay for the comic. Marko notices and catches up with her.

“Hey, don’t listen to him. Sam is just projecting, he’s terrified of us.” He smirks but Jordan just stares blankly after setting cash onto the counter.

“I hope so.” She mutters almost to herself.

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They finally come back to the rest of the boys who are watching the concert playing on the beach.

“It’s about damn time!” David yells as he finally sees them approaching.

“Yeah well we’re back. And I’m going with Jordan.” Marko hops on his bike and revs it up.

“Where are you guys going?” Paul pulls up in front of Marko blocking his way. Jordan answers.

“I’m going to drop this comic off at my house, but-" Paul smirks at Marko and wiggles his eyebrows. 

“You sly dog, getting in some action already huh?” Jordan flicks a quarter at Paul's head with scary good precision and he yelps. 

“No, you horndog. Besides, I was gonna have all of you come with me.” Jordan retrieves the quarter while Marko looks on with surprise.

“Uh Jordan I thought it was just me going with you?” He looks almost disappointed.

“I don’t wanna leave your brothers out besides, I thought when we were hanging out that it meant that ALL of us are hanging out.” Marko doesn’t fight it and David rides up next to her. 

“Sounds like a good idea, right Marko?” He teases.

“Yeah…” Marko grits his teeth.

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They all ride up to Jordan’s house together and the boys are surprised as they weren’t exactly expecting her to be living in a proper house. Jordan gets off her bike and pulls out her keys.

“Alright guys, stay out here and don’t be too loud. I’ll be out in a few minutes.” She goes into the house while the boys all wait outside not really sure on what to do.

“I wanna explore this place, looks pretty nice-” Paul gets shut down before he can finish.

“Don't even, we have to respect her wishes and that means no exploring.” Marko crosses his arms and looks at Paul disappointedly.

The boys then all hear a vicious hissing and meowing only to see a black cat fluffing up and spitting at them. David grows interested and gets off his bike. The boys all start snickering as they know what he’s about to do. The cat is still growling at him and so he gets down onto all fours like a cat and starts hissing back at it. The boys laugh their asses off while the cat starts to swat at David. His face then morphs into its monstrous form as he roars at it. At that moment Jordan walks out and Bixby immediately runs over to her and nearly trips her over.

“Bixby!” She looks at the boys furiously and Marko, Dwayne and Paul stop laughing while David gets up and smiles.

“Is there a problem?” He dusts himself off while Jordan looks upset.

“Dude! You scared my cat! Why did you do that?” She looks between her legs and sees Bixby is still growling. She picks him up and looks at David. “What did he ever do to you?” 

“Well your little demon creature was hissing and spitting at us. Animals aren’t fans of vampires, you know?” He looks at her with a blank face not feeling any kind of remorse.

“Bull crap! Animals don’t discriminate, you just need to treat them with love and let them know they can trust you.” She puts him into the house and shuts the door.

“Alright look, let's just move past this whole thing and get back to having some fun.” Paul intervenes as he’s itching to start the night.

“Well I don’t even know if I want to do this anymore, you guys are kinda jerks.” Jordan crosses her arms feeling hurt, she knew she was overreacting but she couldn’t help it.

“You need to drop it, it’s just a cat.” David lights a cigarette. Marko is beyond upset at this point so he finally makes it known to everyone else.

“Enough! This shit is ridiculous!” Do me a favor guys and please leave and let me talk to Jordan!” He snaps at his brothers who know better than to fight Marko. “At least give me a few minutes with her so I can sort this out.”

Without any more words, they leave and Marko and Jordan are left alone.

“I’m really sorry about that. We didn’t know that was your pet.” Marko tried to be as gentle as he could when talking to her.

“It’s not your fault, I think I should’ve warned you guys.” She looks at him almost apologetically which hurt Marko because he felt like none of this was even her fault.

“David is a mean guy, don’t worry about him. Look, we aren’t all like this, and I really want to give this a chance. The night has barely started and I have an idea for what we can do if you’re up for it, we can get back at David.” Marko looks at her sincerely. Jordan looks up feeling interested.

“And what would that be?”

“A race.”

“My bike could never beat you guys though.” She says slightly annoyed.

“I know, that’s why I said ‘we’ can get back at him.” Marko revs up his bike and holds his hand out for Jordan. “Do you trust me?”

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[thefaiao]

   Went to a funeral today. It was my mom’s aunt. I didn’t really know her before she died, which was yesterday. Actually, I did meet her once before. At another funeral, my grandmother’s, four months ago.   My grandma passed away at 96, after struggling a lot with health condition and the overall fragility of old age. You trip the wrong way, and you are out of commission for a year, which might as well be half if not all of your remaining time in this world. It’s depressing, and she didn’t try to hide that at times she was tired of living, but held on out of a type of duty. It’s not easy to understand what goes on in the mind of someone that old. We struggle to understand how brains of people our age can be wired differently, as we are our only true control group. And even then, wen can trick ourselves, foggy memories, regrets, and so on, will warp our vision.    At the end of the day I still feel depressed could better summarize it. She looked peaceful in death, like she was younger. She was buried in a vertical cemetery, many rows and columns in each floor, extending up thirteen or so floors. The tombs had their names written on them in ready-made metal letters, which had a gold tint to them.    I was sad to see her go, as much as I expected it, but I truly get overwhelmed when I go into a cemetery. All the death we hide from our daily lives is concentrated here, the definitive end of so many lives. People who die at twenty five, or thirty years of age. It’s easy to think about how these people could easily have been my friends, or me, but they didn’t get the chance. They died to something unpredictable, or maybe everyone could see it coming but no-one could do anything about it. Or maybe they could, but just didn’t have the energy to, or the forethought. The end is the same anyway. They died, so now they aren’t present anymore, all they can do is be dead.    Today I went with a different mood, since I didn’t know my great-aunt properly. I noticed how the room was really small, and despite there being a wooden board covering the door, a camera hung onto that same board. I noticed that even though there was food and drink, the water jug was made of plastic, and the jar with cheap store brand cookies, had a crack on it, and was hard to open. Everyone was sad, as her death was sudden. A heart attack as she woke up, even though she was previously healthy.    I noticed that whenever this is the case, of sudden death, the person is usually a very hard-line principled person, for better or worse. Usually they sustain the family in some way, or give them guidance with a firm hand. Maybe at random they relax, and all the emotion they hold back come at once, and take them with them. Most of the time, it’s someone who is deeply loved and appreciate for that, especially if they are old. Many people showed up to her funeral to say goodbye.    Her husband was crying, as they had been together almost seventy years. And they loved each other. It is easy to imagine myself in his place, but hard to imagine how much sorrow he must feel. While I was there I noticed more things. I noticed that the casket was veneered particle-board, with cut-and-paste patterns on the rims. When there was a bend in the geometry of the casket, the pattern was broken. The metal details were golden plastic, and all the parts of the casket were mass-produced. The flowers were real, as were the people who brought them. I also noticed we had to pay for parking in the place of ceremony, and it was just as expensive as places in the city. I noticed they asked the same price restaurants ask to buy drinks, or a coffee, if we wanted those.    While everyone were coming to terms with what had happened, I feel I could only stare. I didn’t want to touch her because I don’t think I earned that, as I was only accompanying my mom. Her coffin looked plastic, and in turn she looked like a toy. Whenever we die, we become an object. And when we enter a casket, we become an altar. We are pressured to cut corners, because we have no money, because we have no time, and we are so small, and we only get smaller. So in death, we look like toys that couldn’t keep going, we exchanged all the parts of the ceremony that we could, so it could even happen. A door opened in the back of the room, and the employees quickly cut everything short, and took her to the car.    When we got to her cemetery, I was again overcome with the emotion of all the lives of strangers that were registered there. Just a date, sometimes a face, and a phrase form loved ones. Sometimes flowers, but there were also flowers that were dry, they looked so small. In this horizontal cemetery, the rows and columns were also present, but with no pre-made lettering. The names were written on cement by hand, usually by a worker, before a cover was later built into the graves. So many names, from 2018-2022, had no covers. Sometimes a message accompanied the names, written by a relative. Some people could afford more unique graves, which were usually for the whole family.    I can’t help but think if this is all we can be now. We can live beautiful lives, and help so many people, only to die and be buried in mass-produced coffins, have respects paid to us in an affordable place, because money dictates our lives. That the death of someone we love is bundled with a mountain of expenses. It’s easy to say we should be happy we lived at all, and think about all the moments we treasured between our struggles. But maybe we only get used to this because we can’t imagine a better option.    Funerals are not only sad. In the middle of sobs I could see smiles, even from my great-aunt’s husband. They are complex, as are the places we are buried. Mass-production and repetition isn’t bad on its own. But when it’s there to cut corners, I can’t help but feel we are being robbed of something higher, and rare, which we don’t always experience.    I get home and my dog is having a seizure, and my brother is drunk. Shortly after my dog has two other seizures. Life and death are both unrelenting.

[blackstarmylove]

Taking Care of Him (HC)

Fandom: Blackstar Theater Starless

Pairing: Sin, Ginsei, Kei with fem!Reader

Warning: None

Requested by: @alpha-polaris​

Prompt: Hello, Lancermylove. I would like a request Sin x FemReader, Ginsei x FenReader, KeixReader from MC taking care of them because they are sick with flu, anemia. I love how you write, and I feel that you capture well how each character expresses himself. Greetings from Argentina (Excuse my English, my language is Spanish)

A/N: Hi! Thank you, alpha-polaris! 😁 I’m the happiest when someone tells me I capture the characters well (their speech, personality or anything). That’s what I always try to do, and getting that compliment makes me want to do a happy dance~. 

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“No, princess, I cannot allow you to care for me. If you spend time with me, there is a chance you might get sick as well, and I am not willing to take that risk.” 

“Kei, if you won’t let me take care of you, I will sit outside your bedroom door until you say yes, and you know I will do it.” 

Kei chuckled to himself, and though he loved this stubborn side of yours, sometimes he wished you would listen to him. “I can never win against you, can I, love? Very well, but you must wear a mask at all times.  Also, princess, you cannot share a bed with me.” 

“But...but that means I have to sleep all alone,” you pouted at the thought of not being able to sleep in his arm. “Fine, this means I've to get you back on your feet and fast! I don’t want to go days without hugging and kissing you...” 

If he wasn’t sick, Kei would have pulled you into his arms and peppered your face with kisses. 

Much to his shock, you were joking when you said you would get him back on his feet and fast. Fresh fruits and vegetables, soup, medicines, hot tea, loads of water, humidifier, not allowing him to work, forcing him to sleep all day, and shouting at anyone who dares to call and disturb him. Kei was beyond amused, especially when you yelled and lectured the people who called him. 

He truly enjoyed being spoiled by you, but the night he woke up to find you sitting on a chair next to his bed with your head on the bed, holding one of his hands, Kei felt bad for keeping his distance from you and worrying you. 

This time around, he made the mistake of overworking and not taking proper care of himself, but from now on, he will be more careful - for your sake. 

Though Ginsei was thankful for your offer, he refused, at first, as he didn’t want to bother you. 

“Princess, I can take care of myself, so don’t worry,” he forced a smile and tried to get out of bed, only to trip over his feet and fall onto his knees. 

“Nope, I am definitely not leaving your side now. You can’t even walk!” Helping him to his feet, you sat him back on the bed. “Let’s see...I will call Unei and let him know you are sick. Then, I need to go out and buy groceries...hm, maybe I will ask that nice grandma next door if she knows any good recipes that will help you recover faster.” 

Hearing your words made Ginsei happy, and he was thankful that you were willing to take care of him, but he wasn’t expecting you to run a recovery boot camp. If he tried to get up, you forced him back into bed; if he tried to read any scripts, you forced him to sleep; if he tried to check in with his teammates, you took his phone away. Though he knew you were trying to help him, Ginsei wished you weren’t so strict. 

There were times when he snuck a conversation or two while you were in the kitchen or quickly read an act of a script and hid the papers under his pillow when he heard you coming into the room. 

Then, out of curiosity, he peeked out of his room to see you leaning against the kitchen counter, looking absolutely exhausted. Ginsei realized he was responsible for your condition and felt guilty, after which he decided to follow everything you told him so he could recover faster. 

“Princess...I’m sorry for stressing you out. I promise to take better care of myself. I am also sorry for not listening to you...when you were cooking for me, I would check in with my team members and read scripts. If you want to punish me in any way for causing you trouble, I will gladly accept the punishments.” 

“A single gust can spread even the smallest of fires.”

“Sin, please...you’re not feeling well, so don’t use Singo. You know you will have to explain the meaning to me, so why waste your energy? Talk without using Singo.” 

Sin chuckled, “Sorry, my dearest, but my condition is contiguous, and I don’t want you to get sick. I will be fine by myself.” 

“If you could take care of yourself, you wouldn’t get sick in the first place, would you?” You hmphed and crossed your arms, throwing a dash of sass in your voice. 

“You are not wrong, but I still refuse your offer as there is a high chance you will get sick.” 

“I won’t get sick, Sin.” 

He stayed silent for a minute before replying, “And if you do?” 

“Then I will do whatever you say. Happy? Now, to bed, mister. Team W has a show coming up in two weeks, right? That means you have to recover quickly.” 

Sin followed all your instructions without protest, ate everything you made to the last bite, and stayed in his bed all day. Thanks to you, he made a quick recovery, but unfortunately for you, his prediction came true. 

As you sneezed up a storm, Sin watched with a worried expression, yet he couldn’t stop himself from smirking. “A single gust can spread even the smallest of fires. Wouldn’t you agree, my dear?” 

“Huh? What are you talking about, Sin? I’m not sick...I just...smelled something weird...yeah, something really weird.” 

“I see. Would that unusual smell also be responsible for your flushed face, shivering body, and runny nose?” He raised an eyebrow as he handed you a box of facial tissue. 

“AH, you were right, okay? Happy? Can’t believe you’re throwing my own sass back at me,” you snatched the box from his hand and pouted. 

A laugh escaped his lips, “Then I assume you remember your promise? You will do as I say. (Y/n), you are to go to bed this instant. Now, it is my turn to care for you.” 

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THE GANG'S ALL HERE {WARNING: PICREW 😦}

Julius Demain Pidieu but what his voice sounds like to me. Sadly, he looks five months old because the picrew I am obsessed with had no wrinkles🥺. He no longer looks like a sweet sphinx cat😭

APRICOT UN'AUTRE PIDIEU IN THE HOUSE. SHE HAS NO CONTENT DESPITE BEING JULES'S CANONICAL DAUGHT- oh. Jules has no content. Like father like daughter 😞.

THIS AUSTRALIAN IS HAVING GAY SEX WITH JULES. {Argent Étolie Chevalier is an OC} {He has like fifteen piercings but I forgor 🤡}

Mommy? sorry. Mommy? sorry. Mommy? sorry. Mo- {Dolores Toujours Pideu, Apricot's cool lesbian albino trans aunt that is going to kill me with her beauty}

Callahan Cyra Jumanah is Dolores's sweetheart, and I AM ALSO GOING CRAZY OVER HER. POWER COUPLE ULTIMATE EDITION. { Some people think she's faking her condition -chronic pain in her left leg and fatigue- because she can walk [with a cane]} {She has to hold Dolly back}

LET'S GIVE IT UP FOR MASC GENDERFLUID PEOPLE WOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOO {Coquille Bleue Pidieu is the eldest sibling of the three and can sense colors, shapes, and shadows despite being legally blind.}

WE ARE OUTGUNNED, OUTMANNED. OUTNUMBERED, OUTPLANNED- {Captain Héraklès Alcides Puissant-Redevance of the RCM is an old family friend}

WHERE THE HOOD WHERE THE HOOD WHERE THE HOOD AT-{Amoureux Perdue Du'Passe, Jules's former work partner and spouse. Sadly, he was killed on the force a few weeks after Apricot died of brain cancer. It was not a good year for Mr Pidieu.}

W. what if. Jeannie-Marie but when she was young. She was able to work around the giant black ink stain on her yellow dress by finding a thick but comfy sweater. She's one of those people who cannot fucking feel heat so she's alright. {PRETTY WONMAN😳🤤 WITH COCK?????? AMAZING 💯💫⭐🔥🌟✨⚡🎉🎊❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤🤍♥️💘💝💖💗💓💞💕💌💟❣️❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥💋🫂🫀👁️👅👁️👀👍👏👌🤌🤙🤝🤜🤛🙏}

Look, Young Renė was a little cinnamon roll. He could make the most "Fuck dem kids" person into preschool teacher worthy in less than an hour. But y'know, kindness sometimes drowns in hate and PTSD. Although, current Renė MIGHT not make you want to throw a fucking grenade at him if you're at the "Okay, you can put your hand on my wrist BUT THAT'S IT." stage. Zero people are currently at that stage because J-M isn't part of the lore anymore. Also, yeah Renė's trans. trans people can be inconsiderate assholes, we're not sparkles and rainbows. I mean, Look at me. I might not be inconsiderate but I CAN be an ass-of-the-hole.

Lieutenant Leo hey uh what's that say? K. WHAT. KITSURAGI??? OH MY FUCKING GOD. W H A T? {<-My brain in the process of making this guy up.} {LOOK IT'S KIM'S HALF [?] SEOLITE DAD!} {Btw despite the resting bitch face he's a nerdy sweetheart that loves cars. y'know like his son. I'm going to cry.}

Cecelia Davenport/Kitsuragi, Kim's fuckin' MILF of a mom. She and Leo LOVED to match. I'm welling up again. Btw she wasn't fully finished because it was three fucking AM when I made her so. 😔.

I feel like Gaston was a little fuckboy in his teens. I mean, he was still polite though and that lead to conversations like: "So uh [Lip bite} What're you doin' later? OH, FUCK you're grandma's recovering from cancer???? That's amazing! I hope she gets better soon! I can buy some flowers for her if it would cheer her up a bit! Have a good day!" Then Renė comes up and is like "Dude. You fucking sweetheart. Stop acting like a charity and get some goddamn pussy."

DORA THE DIVORCE EMPLOYER- {Not to be omni but oh my god. oh fuck. golly gee. I wolf whistle while my eyes pop comically out of their sockets and I spontaneously combust then pour a giant bucket of water over myself and steam rises from my ears like a train} {She's not actually in this AU but I love her and felt like making her}

Elizabeth is the type of girl to try and look professional but still go all out. She finally got out of the gardener's clothes and is slaying hard. Now, speaking of har-

Made Marie without her hijab because I'm a feral fucking animal and I legit couldn't imagine her hair correctly without reference and ALSO

REMADE YOUNG RENÉ BECAUSE I HATE THE FIRST ONE. Also I hate that you can't color the facial hair because it looks like his hair is dyed when he's just like that.

LOOK, IT'S LILLIANOVICH! What the FUCK would this bitch wear when he was a kid? Just made some shit up bro. Also, I like to think he uses reading glasses even though he has pretty good eyes overall.

THERE WE GO

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