#but the house smells so tasty and my brain wants food

[eudico-my-beloved]

im hungry...

#*throws up and fucking dies* #doesnt help that the house reeks of butter and garlic #and my lunch was literally a few cherry tomatoes some strawberries and a piece of old suspicious 'fondant' made with marshmallows and shit #i havent eaten properly and im not in a position to be able to grab food #and i dont wanna take any advil on empty stomach #the things id do for a grilled cheese with bacon with fries/ chips #or a bread bowl of soup #butter scones with the honey peach jam my teacher made #those go well in fruit pies too... #katsudon with some udon on the side... #rare steak with bread and butter and mashed potatoes :( #fried calamari legs with maybe some ramen soup powder barely sprinkled on them :(((((( #im just making myself more hungry at this point #but the house smells so tasty and my brain wants food #i am going to fucking die

[p4p1l0nn]

lover boy.

pairing: mark x fem!reader

content warning: 18+, slight choking, slight clit play, perv!mark

a/n: just spicing things up a bit ;)

it's not uncommon to find you strolling around the house without a bra. one might say it's your signature at-home fashion statement. no underwire, no problem — just the laid back charm of embracing the freedom within your own four walls.

today is no exception. no fuss, no worries. you continue being authentically you, leisurely walking through the shared space in your braless glory. the sunlight gently filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow on your carefree silhouette.

unfinished chores turn into a kind of impromptu dance, a relaxed ballet as you effortlessly float from room to room. mark, usually used to your chilled-out vibe, starts picking up on the subtleties of your unbridled ease. the way your laughter rings out freely while folding laundry and those random spins in the kitchen while whipping up something tasty.

mark, being mark, can't help but sneak a few glances. there's a subtle change in his demeanor, like a light bulb flicking on in his brain. he's starting to see the beauty in your straightforward comfort. you're not even trying, but in his eyes, you're creating a mosaic of everyday moments that radiate a surprising charm.

in the kitchen, you wield utensils like a culinary wizard, the smell of your cooking wafting through the air. the familiar clatter of pans becomes a rhythm that mark finds himself vibing to, caught up in the symphony of domesticity.

you reach for spices on a high shelf, and mark can't help but appreciate the natural flow of your movements. in his head, he's mumbling, “damn, who knew grabbing spices could look so . . .” he shakes off the thought, not wanting to sound too much like a pervert.

mark, while watching you, says with a chuckle, “you've got this whole domestic goddess thing down, huh?”

you grin, “well, someone's gotta keep this place from turning into chaos.”

and there it is. your simple response does something to him. maybe it's the soft sigh escaping your lips, a sigh of satisfaction from all the hard work you put into cooking. he can't quite put his finger on it, but he's sure there's just something about you looking so small in his shirt. the right side slips off your shoulder, exposing your collarbones.

mark can't help but let his mind wander into more perverted territories. “well, isn't this a delicious sight? i'm not just talking about the food,” he mumbles, a sly grin playing on his lips.

you glance over at him, catching the mischievous glint in his eyes. “what's that look for?”

mark, with a smirk, replies, “just admiring the view. you, in my shirt, cooking up a storm. it's like a feast for the senses.”

you roll your eyes playfully, “feast for the senses? mark, you're being ridiculous.”

mark chuckles, “ridiculously accurate, you mean.”

as you continue with your culinary magic, mark keeps his thoughts going. “i must say, this kitchen has never looked so appealing. or maybe it's just you. hard to tell.”

you blush, trying to play it cool, “stop talking nonsense, mark.”

mark grins, “nonsense? i call it appreciating art when i see it.”

“you're getting all shy now?” mark smirks, strolling into the kitchen when you don't immediately respond. up close, he sees you wearing a tiny short underneath that oversized cloth of his. he shifts slightly to the side, aiming for a better look at your face.

as he takes in the sight, he notices beads of sweat forming on your forehead, some hair sticking to your face. but to mark, you look hot. really hot. he licks his lips involuntarily.

you, on the other hand, glance at him with a mixture of shyness and amusement. “mark, can you not right now? i'm trying to cook here.”

mark grins, unabashed. “is it just me, or is it getting hotter in here?”

you shake your head, laughing off his perverted remarks. “stop exaggerating. it's just the kitchen, mark.”

mark leans against the counter, still eyeing you appreciatively. “well, the kitchen's never been this . . . steamy before.”

you playfully toss a piece of lettuce at him. “quit it, or you won't get any of this deliciousness.”

mark catches the lettuce mid-air, winking at you. “i can always settle for a different kind of feast, you know.”

rolling your eyes at mark's lingering gaze, you dismiss his comments and focus on the simmering pots on the stove. the aroma of the food intensifies, signaling that your cooking creation is nearing completion. you decide it's time to enlist mark's help in setting the table.

“mark, can you set the table, please? the food's almost ready,” you request, gesturing toward the dining area.

mark, being the pervert he is, can't resist turning the innocent request into something more. “gosh, i love it when you beg,” he says with a sly grin, his gaze locking onto yours as if daring you to react.

you shoot him a playful glare, not entirely surprised by his antics. “i'm not begging.”

but mark, persistent in his teasing, takes a moment to look at your face before slowly saying, “beg again, baby.”

you feel a sudden rush of shyness, caught off guard by the unexpected turn in the conversation. “mark, seriously? just set the table,” you mumble, trying to hide the flush creeping up your cheeks.

“but i can't move, baby,” mark said, his voice carrying a deep groan. surprised by his boldness, you turn to look at him, only to find him palming himself and squeezing his bulge while letting out a content sigh.

it stirs your mind a bit, but you decide to play it cool and pay no attention to his provocative display. closing the stove, you tiptoe to retrieve the plates from the cabinet. unbeknownst to you, mark takes a discreet peek from below, his gaze lingering on the exposed skin as your shirt rides up.

“seriously?” you call out to his actions.

he smirks, acting innocent. “what? just admiring the view from down here.”

mark quickly discards his hand, offering to take the plates, citing your difficulty in reaching them. you appreciate his seemingly helpful gesture, and he sports a sheepish grin.

“sorry about that earlier,” he says casually as he reaches for the plates.

you nod, still focused on other preparations. “just get the plates, please.”

with a sly grin, he seizes the opportunity to grind his hard dick against you as he retrieves the plates. your gasp reveals your surprise, and mark, the mischievous charmer, continues his playful tease.

“oops, my bad again,” he says, feigning innocence.

you catch onto his mischievous intentions, deciding to play the game too. before he can even grab the plates, you grind your ass directly into his bulge, earning a deep, low groan from mark. in response, he tightly grips your hips.

“careful there, princess.” mark says in a seductive tone, his voice laced in desire.

“you wanted this, so i'm giving it to you,” you reply, maintaining a playful tone. mark stays quiet, leaning in with a dangerous proximity. his lips hover dangerously close to your ear, and he nibbles.

mark smirks, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. “giving it to me, huh? careful what you wish for, princess.”

you roll your eyes, challenging him, “oh, i can handle it, mark. can you?”

mark, undeterred, whispers, “i guess we're about to find out.”

without a warning, he slipped his hand into your shorts, his touch sending an electric thrill through your body. a gasp escapes your lips, caught off guard by the sudden bold move.

his cheek presses to yours as he said, “now, let's see how far you're willing to go.”

the proximity intensifies the already charged atmosphere, and you can feel the heat radiating between your bodies.

in response, you turn your head slightly, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. the taste of neediness lingers as your tongues dance in a rhythmic exploration. mark's hand, still nestled in your shorts, becomes more daring, tracing patterns that send shivers down your spine.

his fingers ventured further, reaching past your panties. he forced his way to your slit. caressing you with no shame on his face. “ah, baby, wet already?”

you gasped. unable to control your tongue. stomach filled with fireworks as mark's delicate fingers does its wonders.

“just for you,” you reply with a smile. mark, unable to resist, turns you around, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. the intensity builds, each touch sending electric pulses through your bodies.

both of you sigh into the kiss, caught up in the intoxicating moment. mark trails down to your neck, leaving a few marks. as you catch your breath, mark compliments you with a whisper, “that's my good girl.”

you wrap your arms around mark's shoulders, bringing him closer as the heated make-out session continues. mark, caught up in the intensity of the moment, lifts up your shirt to feel the warmth of your skin, squeezing it gently.

slowly, his hands making their way down until he grabs a handful of your ass. you gasp into his lips, and mark takes it as a sign to deepen the kiss. he slips his tongue into the dance of passion, as every touch and movement adds to the fiery exchange between you two.

after the passionate makeout, you and mark catch your breath, leaning on each other's foreheads. mark gazes at you lovingly, his eyes tracing the contours of your face — your eyes, nose, and lips. eager to feel closer, he guides your hand to the nape of his neck, and you comply, wrapping your hand around it.

your touch elicits a satisfied sigh from mark as he briefly closes his eyes, savoring the feeling. feeling emboldened, your hand trails down slowly, gliding from his throat, to his chest, then to his abdomen, and grasp his confined bulge, undoubtedly swollen by now and yearning to be set free.

soft moan escapes from mark's lips, “let's move this to the bedroom, so i can feast on you until i'm satisfied.”

#nct smut #nct dream smut #nct hard hours #mark lee smut #nct mark smut #nct 127 smut #nct hard thoughts #mark lee hard thoughts #mark lee hard hours #mark lee x reader #mark lee x y/n

[neylakiiroisenkou]

~The Great Transgressor’s Reminiscence~

Vicious’ Short Novel, Part 3

Source: Tales of Crestoria manga volume #3 Translation: Neyla Proofreading: Vicious Cult Discord Server (because we share one brain cell)

[You can read the other parts here.]

Before I did anything, I always looked carefully around me. For me, it became a habit to check if there were any enemies. Because I always thought that anyone approaching me was an enemy. But that habit eventually disappeared when I started living with Jinnee. “Haven’t you become a little calmer lately?” said Jinnee. He was frying the wild vegetables and meat that he had picked up before. “Is that so? I can’t tell, myself.” I was excited by the tasty smell wafting in the air. Jinnee was really good at cooking. Today, we set the table and chairs outside the house again, where we put the freshly prepared food. With my mouth stuffed with the food he just cooked, I asked Jinnee: “Do we really have to eat outside? It’s fine if we stay inside the house.” “Animals and humans are both attracted by a good smell. Wouldn't it be wonderful if someone came here to enjoy the food with us?” I expected that answer. Actually, I was trying to say that we've been doing it for so many years that we could just stop the farce. I know what Jinnee was trying to do. He wanted me and the other villagers to get along. As always, the villagers never tried to approach me. They just looked with disappointment from a distance. They probably knew that I was chased by the Knights. That I was dangerous. I think it's only natural if they didn’t want to get close to me, and I didn’t care, but for Jinnee it was different. Thanks to him, I was forced to take care of troublesome things. Jinnee made me do things like exterminating the dangerous monsters roaming outside the village and driving away bothersome people like small bandits. Not that I minded, I learned how to fight and it was a way to relieve the melancholy, but I was disappointed that I had to do it for the villagers’ sake. “If you want to deepen friendships, the most important thing to do is to be of service.” Jinnee said it like he was able to read my mind. Nope, I don’t really want to deepen friendships. Though since I started living here, I felt more at ease than before. I could go on like this forever. It wouldn’t be that bad. That’s what I thought. But still…

It suddenly happened one night. “We meet again, shitty brat.” I remembered that man's face, with his mouth twisted in delight. It was the man that came to kill me years ago. Like before, the man still had that black thing in hand. At that time, I didn’t know it was a cane. The man’s black cane lit up. The next moment, a crackling shock ran through my body. Lightning. That man could use magic. “It hurts.” I closed the distance and slammed my fist into the man's abdomen, but it didn't have much effect. Right after that, I was hit with a flying knee kick and I fell to the ground. “Looks like you learned how to fight a bit. But you’re just a cocky lousy brat. That won’t work on me.” The man pointed his cane at me lying on the ground. Suddenly, Jinnee hit him. “Vicious, run away!” But Jinnee wasn’t used to fighting, so he was quickly overwhelmed by the man. Despite being pinned down, Jinnee spoke to him. “Why are you targeting Vicious?! Who are you?!” “Me? My name is Parsel. I’m the strongest bounty hunter around! I should be famous, but you’ve probably never heard of me in this rural area, right? Guess I still have a lot to do, then.” “Bounty hunter?” The man called Parsel looked at my surprised reaction. “Wait, you don’t even know you’re being called the 'Great Transgressor'? Haha, don’t make me laugh! What a big deal to act as the enemy of the world without realizing it.” The man was laughing loudly. At the same time, the adults came out from the village houses with hoes and axes, and surrounded the man. The one who spoke first was the white-haired village chief. “It would be better if you don’t mess with our comrade any more.” “Huh? This lanky man? I’m holding him just because he was interfering. I only have business with that brat. That’s fine for you, right?” “No.” The village chief said it in a resolute tone. “That child is also an important member of the village. We won’t forgive you if you lay a hand on him.” I never expected to hear those words. Parsel listened to the village chief’s words, and let out a slight sigh. “Ha, I see. You’re saying you’re going to interfere with my job. Then I have no choice but to clean up. Parsel directed his cane towards the villagers, and a lightning struck them. Then he pointed the cane to those wielding hoes, and generated a strong wind. A blade-like wind magic tore apart the arms holding the hoes. People were falling down one after another before my eyes. They stopped moving. I couldn’t understand the reason. Why were they confronting that man? Like they could win. Many people fell down, shedding blood. For me. Because of me. “Now… stooooop!” As if in response to my heightened emotions, black flames spread around me. “Die… die! Die! Die! You have to die!” I sent the black flames towards Parsel. “He can control the flames?! Also, this firepower…” Parsel created a wall of light with his cane to protect himself, but the black flames pierced through it and burned him. I had to kill him, no matter how. I was desperate. Just him, just him…

Again, I lost control of myself during the fight. When I came back to my senses, there was no trace of that Parsel. But he wasn't the only one that disappeared. The village was engulfed by the black flames. As well as the people living there. All I could do was watch Jinnee’s body burning to ashes. My heart was strangely empty. Hah, I’m alone again. I didn’t shed any tears. Only the cold wind of resignation was blowing in my heart.

#tales of crestoria #Vicious #vicious short novel #neyla tales translation

[sadlysoulx]

Haikyuu boys going to IKEA with you

Bokuto, Kuroo, Kenma, Atsumu and Tsukishima

I know, I know the idea is so random but my head is full of ideas so please do enjoy😩💓 Go Stan the double post 😏😏😏 i need to post a lot bcoz I need to make over those 2 weeks when I haven't post

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Bokuto

This guy has a weird case of touching anything and everything when the two of you pass by the shelves.💀💀💀

He always picks up those Ikea stuff- toys and bring them around while holding onto you.😩💖

But then he drops them sometimes because he's complaining about how they smelled like drools💀💀💀

Please he joins the other kids play in that one playground when you stopped by to eat😭😭😭

You have to feed him.

when stops playing, he comes over to you to open his mouth wide, letting you feed him and then return to play with the other kids.

He likes those kiddie meals where nuggets and french fries where placed in a colored plate.

Bo complained that he wants his plate yellow but instead he got purple😬😬😬

You returned back to stroll in Ikea, checking out the furnitures.

He likes that area in Ikea where there is full of lamps and light bulbs.

Bokuto keeps playing with the switches, continuously trying them and turning them on and off and on and off and on and off until he breaks one😃

He nervously walks up to you and said and I quote "Baby, let's go I need to go to the toilet,"

You suspiciously nodded and made him go to the toilet.

Once he got out, he said that he's tired and wants to go home.

He doesn't want to return to IKEA for a whole month, thinking he will get arrested if someone recognized him as the guy who broke the bulbs.🙂

Kuroo

I swear Bokuto and Kuroo share the same brain😭😭😭

Kuroo also touches everything he sees and picks it up and puts it in the cart😩

BASICALLY BUYING THE WHOLE STORE

He is the type to borrow a pillow in Ikea, hop in the cart and sit in there while you struggle to push the cart because of his hefty weight.

he collects Ikea pencils and paper rulers😭😭😭

Like everytime he saw one of those pencil and ruler stalls he walks over and take a other batch of those.

Kuroo likes to play hide and seek in Ikea😬

Like really, you were getting worried where he went and then suddenly he pops out infront of you scaring you to death.

When he sees those books displayed in the house models, he tries to read them and complains why are they in a different language or why r they blank😭😭😭

He likes the area where there are full of chairs.

Kuroo keeps on sitting on them and then spinning and spinning around.

(I swear why is the fandom making him like a Playboy and badboy. . . He is the hugest dork❤️)

When it's lunch, he likes to get a lot of those butter in small platic containers, saying how much he liked them☹️💓

He also gets those jams and takes a lot because he said:

"it's free so why not take many?"

Btw,like Bokuto, he likes those kiddie meals, where you are given a colored plastic plate filled with nuggets and french fries.

He doesn't want to go home and it takes a full hour to make him convince to go in the car.

Kenma

He doesn't want to go out until you made him dress up and shove him into the car.

He was all grumpy grumpy

But then he actually had fun😃����

Kenma likes to throw himself on the couches and beds until you have to drag him out of it.

Please he likes that area where there is full of kitchen tools✋😭

He would pick up a weird looking tool and try to figure out how to use it😖

Until he used it wrong and a screw hit his eye😭😭😭

Mood😃

Mood😃

Mood😃

When you were in the bedroom section, he likes those double decks displayed

He curses at the people who ever put up those plastic stuff on the ladder to keep people from trying to get to the top👁️👄👁️

You see those yellow banners hanging from the wall where the prices are labeled?? Yeah that

He likes to jump and hit those with the tip of his fingers

And when he successfully did, he looks at you with a smug face look on his face.

He likes to impress you so husshh🤭

When lunch rolls by, he likes holding the food cart for you, for some reason it excites him when he controls the food cart👍

He always asks you what you want and that not to worry, he'll pay for it.

Kenma also likes those free butter in little containers because they taste good👅

Anywayss he likes the soups served in Ikea 🥣 (I did too, they r just tasty)

In the end, he enjoyed the day in Ikea with you✌️

I mean duuuuh reader-senpai is just irresistible✨

Atsumu

He was actually the one who dragged you in Ikea

Please he would pick up weird things and try to figure what is it for but then ending up hurting himself😭😭😭

(I mean c'mon when I was in Ikea there r a lot of weird things, and when I tried them, I ended up hurting myself💀)

He likes those small wooden kitchen toys for kids placed in the house model

'Tsumu would play for a while with that kitchen by himself.

He would also talk to himself as he cook a plastic egg✨

You: 👁️👄👁️

Atsumu: ✌️😗🍳

Everyone: 😕

Hotel: Trivago

You had to drag him away from the kitchen toy stall.

Atsumu really really likes to collect Ikea magazines, even tho you have one at home, he would still insist on getting 2 or 3 more

One time, he picked up a plastic flower from outdoor/garden area, placed it between his teeth and playfully flirted with you.

He took it out and gave the flower to you🌻(it's those ridiculously huge ones)

But then he snatch it back and out it on the rightful place saying:

"oh you want it? Buy it yourself,"

You spanked him with the broom beside you.

When it's lunch, he is ✨fancy✨

So he takes mushrooms, mashed potatoes, meat with some sauce in it.

💅💅💅

It was night time when you both went home.

What do you expect?😕

Tsukishima

Ohmaigawshhh, I don't want to be biased here and have favorites but here we go🤩

He wants to stay in the parking lot and make you go alone💀💀💀

But then he insists to go when you said "Huh? Fine! But what if a man asks my number and still insists 'coz he doesn't see my boyfriend around?"

He is just like a lost baby but in a tall boy's body, you have it hold his hand and drag him around.💀💀💀

When you stopped by to check something, he doesn't know what to do and stands there clueless like🕴️🕴️🕴️

Tsukishima really throws a tantrum saying he's tired and want to rest.

But reader-senpai needs to shop💅

He actually shuts up when you gave him an Ikea dinosaur plushie, so he's hugging it with his one arm and the other holding onto you hand.

The boi is so bored so he randomly glares at teenagers passing by😾😾😾

When you were in the bedroom section, things went out of control 😔😔😔

He was getting lazy to walk around the rest of the Ikea passage way so he keeps on laying down the beds.

But when you finally got him up, he would lay down again on another bed💀💀💀

He finally decided to listen to you and walk again (thank God 😌)

Saltyshima was so desperate to escape, he went out the emergency door and pushed it open

But when he did, the alarms went off🚨💀 (inspired by Jungkook)

He got real scared and ran back to you, hugging the dino plushie.

You were laughing your head off😭😭😭

You decided to eat lunch and you know he is a 👑Royal👑 so eats fancy foods like Atsumu.

And yeah btw, you ended up buying the plushie for him because he won't stop getting salty about it.

But he shyly said thank you atleast¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Oof that was really long to writeಠ_ಠ

But I had fun bcoz I can literally imagine them doing all of those stuff, let me know if you want to have part 2 c:

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[gnocchighoul]

The boys (+undateables?) reactions when they discover MC is actually a vampire?

....so I’m a dingus and didn’t realize that this was also for the undateables and just wrote it for the brothers, my bad 😅 Part two maybe? 👀

WARNING: as this is about vampires, it’s a little bit morbid. I strayed away from being too graphic, but y’know. Vampires. There’s death and blood and such. 

Enjoy! :D

~

Lucifer

In hindsight, he really should have figured it out on his own.

But it’s not like he’s been around enough humans lately to know what Normal human behavior is. 

So he just kinda took your... quirks at face value.

So what if you’re far too comfortable with the Devildom’s constant state of nighttime? Solomon doesn’t seem to mind it either, so maybe humans are just more nocturnal now.

And perhaps your Very Strong aversion to garlic is a little odd, but Mammon wouldn't eat it either for the first 600 years of his life, so it’s not that weird.

You’re also not phased by constantly being surrounded by demons and monsters, which is a little strange, but maybe you’re just like the ancient greeks. A monster fucker.

You feeling right at home in the Devildom is auspicious for the exchange program, so he doesn’t bother dwelling on it.

Though maybe he does find it a little bit weird when you really insist that he start drinking cranberry juice.

(It’s just for health benefits of course, totally has nothing to do with you prepping your next meal)

So what, you may ask, triggers his big lightbulb moment?

You fall off the roof.

And you just get right back up.

Now he knows that humans aren’t supposed to be THAT durable, so he stops you from scaling the side of the fucking house with your bare hands, and very eloquently asks you, “What the fuck?” 

You shake him off. “What? Mammon and I are playing roof-ball.” 

Lucifer stares. “You fell. I saw how hard you hit the ground. You should be dead.”

You laugh. “Dead? Just from a little fall like that? Are you serio-ohhh wait. You don’t know, do you?” 

You give him your biggest, cheesiest grin and—oh. 

Fangs.

...And now he understands why you want him to drink cranberry juice.

Mammon

You are, by far, the weirdest human he’s ever met. 

Which is saying something, because Solomon is literally just a few blocks away.

Seriously, despite camping out in your room nearly every single night, Mammon has never seen you sleep, he’s pretty fucking sure that sometimes you don’t even breathe, you won’t step foot into the House of Lamentation unless someone invites you in, and who the hell hates garlic that much?? 

But you’ve also expressed your intense dislike for crosses, so he supposes that you’re not unredeemable. 

Just weird.

But it’s incredibly annoying how you wont sleep. Your tossin’ and turnin’ is killing him, why the fuck can’t you just settle down? You need to just put your DDD down and sleep already, dammit.

He sits up, ready to tear you a new one—and pauses. 

“Um,” his voice is high, somewhat uncertain, and your eyes snap over to look at him. “Why are you looking at coffins for sale?” 

You sigh, a bit wistfully. “I just can’t stand sleeping in a bed anymore. I didn’t want to be rude, so I really did try, but it's been a couple hundred years since I last had one and it’s just murder on my back. I think I’m gonna just have to get a coffin. They’re so much more comfortable.” 

Briefly, Mammon considers running. 

Instead, he says, “What the fuck?” 

You quirk an eyebrow at him. “You do know I’m a vampire, right?” 

...What the fuck—

Mammon lays back down—crosses his arms over his chest with a huff and pretends that he isn’t totally freaked the fuck out. “‘Course I do, don’t be stupid. Now go to sleep already.” 

So that he can escape before you try to eat him.

“Mammon,” you sing, leaning over the bed to loom over him. He swallows hard—can’t look away from your sharp, toothy grin. 

You coo, “I can hear the scared little pitter patter of your heart, darling.”

He squeaks.

Levi

Honestly, Levi is so so happy to have another irl friend who’s into video games that he looks past your strangeness.

You like to stay indoors and play games!! That’s something he has in common with you that his brothers don’t, and that’s all that matters!

...Though he does find it a little weird how sometimes you just kinda sniff him. 

The first dozen times he nearly had a heart attack, and when he asked why you were doing it, he Really wasn't expecting you to shrug and say “I dunno, you just smell tasty” 

Seriously. Tasty? Are you Beel or something, what’s that supposed to mean?!

He’s not entirely sure why you’re a bit of a shut in gamer though, because despite your, ah, quirks, you’re still so much cooler than he is, so what’s the deal with that?

When he asks, you just shrug and say, “Old habits die hard, I guess. Real sunshine hurts, but virtual doesn’t, so I just got kinda used to living through games and staying indoors.”

“Oh.” Levi’s a bit surprised, but sympathetic. “So, you sunburn easily?” 

He’s not entirely sure why you’re laughing now, since that wasn’t a joke. He was just trying to be friendly :(

But then you hug him and he’s too flustered to be offended anymore jndcks

So, when does it finally click for Levi that you’re a vampire?

You guys are having a game night in his room.

He accidentally takes a sip of your caprisun and realizes, very quickly, that it is not the refreshing juice of a caprisun pouch.

He throws up a little bit.

And screams.

And maybe blacks out for a few seconds.

But when he finally calms down and lets you explain, he’s pretty damn enchanted, because this is just like Help, My Roommate Is A Vampire And I Didn’t Know Until A Vampire-Hunter Mistook Me For Them And Attacked Me!! :D 

Satan

Satan considers himself to be somewhat of a detective, y’know. His brain is just filled to the brim with Big Smarts

Naturally, he puts that jelly thicc thought tank of his to good use and realizes very quickly that you aren’t totally human. 

At first, he isn’t totally sure what you are.

And then a coffin gets delivered to the house, which upon seeing you cheer “Oh sweet, my new bed!!” aaaand he puts the pieces together.

You become somewhat of a case study to him. You’re the first vampire he’s ever encountered and he just wants to know everything and anything about your life.

He’s so intrigued by you.

But you frustrate him SO much.

He wants to know about how you were turned!! It’s not like he has any other vampires that he can ask about their experience!! And you fucking tell him a different story every day!!

“A cat jumped over my deceased body!”

“I was stabbed and the wound wasn’t treated with boiling water!” 

“On a dark and stormy night, I came across a palace and the owner, a hospitable gentleman, let me take refuge there. But then, I quickly realized that I was actually a hostage, and when I tried to escape, that fucker turned me!”

“Nobody put an obolus in my mouth to pay the toll of the Styx, so Charon the ferryman sent me back! What a great guy.” 

“A chupacabra bit me!”

Needless to say, he considers breaking the wooden leg off one of the dining room chairs and stabbing you with it, but the lecture he would get from Lucifer just isn’t worth the effort. 

He’s gonna pull the truth out of you one of these days.

Asmo

“My my, darling, what sharp teeth you have~” Asmo purrs, lifting a finger to brush against them, doe-eyes wide and curious. “The better to eat me with, hopefully?” 

You smile. “Something like that.”

And you fuckin’ bite his finger.

His scream is fantastic. If you actually draw blood next time, maybe he’ll even shatter the windows! 

He swats your leg sharply with a silk folding fan and cries, “What if you had broken my skin!? Do you have any idea how much time and effort goes into maintaining this soft, supple skin?! What’s wrong with you, you psychopath?”

“Don’t hit me,” you pout, scooting away from him. “I couldn’t help it! You just smell so sweet and I haven’t had any blood in a while, so—”

“Huh?” Asmo blinks, looking a bit confused. Then recovers far too quickly and waggles his eyebrows at you. “Oh, so that’s what you’re into! What a pleasant surprise~” 

You thunk him on the back of the head. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to tease a vampire?”

Asmo’s grin could rival the sun.

“A vampire?! Well why didn’t you say so sooner?” 

He’s already taking off his shirt.

“Get over here already and take a bite out of me~”

Beel

When he finds out that you’re a vampire, his first thought is to worry over if you can eat normal food or not.

He’s very relieved when you tell him that you can, so long as you’ve had enough blood, but that garlic is a very big no-no.

Naturally, you two bond over how both of you never quite feel full. 

It’s not uncommon for the other house members to find you two laying face down on the floor, tummies rumbling, whining about how you’re staaaaarving

You carry around snacks for him, and Beel makes sure that you’ve always got access to blood (whether that means stashing blood bags, letting you feed from him, or a combo of both ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )

He’s probably going to be the least weirded out by your ~undead tendencies~

Honestly, he’s a bit relieved by how strong you are. The last thing he ever wants to do is hurt you or see you get hurt, and it gives him peace of mind when he realizes that you’re actually pretty durable!

But it does give him a fucking heart attack the first time he sees you yeet yourself out a second story window to crush poor, poor unassuming Mammon.

He also really loves how your body temperature naturally runs cold. He’s a space heater, you’re an icicle—it just works. Snuggle time is good :)

He totally compares the size of your incisors with his jkdcnkj

He just thinks you’re really neat!!!

But he is very sympathetic about how you cant eat good garlic bread :(

Belphie

Listen.

We all know this emo boy is a vampire fucker, probably even more so than Asmo.

(He read Twilight. He saw all the movies. He had merch.)

(Fuck Edward and Jacob though, he was Team Alice all the way.)

(If he can stay awake long enough, he reads really shitty vampire romance novels.)

He just thinks vampires are hot, okay? He can’t help that his soul longs to be a vampire fucker.

Just accept it into your heart. Belphie already has.

So needless to say, he’s THRILLED when he finds out that you’re a vampire. He tries to play it cool though and pretends that he isn’t immediately trying to jump your bones dfghjkjh

He overheard you telling Satan that you got bitten by a Chupacabra, and they’re known for going after cows right? 

He is a cowboy, y’know, guess you’re just gonna have to go to him now when you’re thirsty, y’know, since you were bitten by a Chupacabra. it just makes sense, really ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(No it doesn’t)

(But let’s be real, are you gonna pass up the chance to snuggle the shit out of him AND get a snack out of it? No. No you’re not.)

(He totally makes you arm wrestle Beel to recreate the “Iconic” twilight scene with Emmett and Bella.)

(When he realizes that you’re strong, he’s gonna make you give him piggyback rides, just like Edward and Bella :) and no he doesn’t care how ridiculous you both look)

#gnocchicanons #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me hc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #swd obey me #obey me

[prof-peach]

Hey there Professor! My Leafeon, a spiny agarita variant, recently started blooming yellow flowers, especially around her neck and tail. I did some research and it turns out this is normal and she should produce berries in a couple of months. She’s young and only evolved last year, so this is our first time seeing her bloom, and we’re both very excited!

There’s just one problem: Agarita berries and flowers have a very strong smell, it attracts bird and rodent Pokémon, which we have in abundance around our place already. We love to be outside, going on walks, my Leafeon lives for sunbathing. I don’t mind the wild Pokémon being around, occasionally people will feed them but other than that they’re happy and left to their own devices, and Leafeon can take care of herself well enough, but I’m a bit worried. Do you have any suggestions for warding off aggressive flying types?

What a fantastic development for you and your partner, should the flowers become fertilised by another pokemon, you could even plant them to see what little ones grow from them. Fascinating.

Ok so its not the most ideal situation, and luckily wont last forever, but we get this issue a lot, and the best, and easiest methods we find to keep less intelligent bird types at bay are two things.

1) distractions. A bird will go for a tasty smell sure, but if they smell an even better one? Well you're safe from their harassment, at least until the bait is gone. We have regular feeding times at stations further away from where the youngsters and blooming pokemon hang out, and the birds have learnt REAL fast to wait there every day, and they’ll get some seeds and fruits and stuff, without having to hunt or forage. This usually helps them not pay attention to the tasty babies we have around, and they tend to fill up on grub and fly back home to sleep it off soon after. You’d have to teach them that you're feeding them something better, and show them where it would be every day, but they're not always so dim, and will catch on fast. this gives your buddy a fair bit of time to chill out, and if you feed them away from the house or wherever your Leafeaon hangs out, they'll be less interested in being around you and your pokemon. 

2) deterrents. CDs on spinning strings, bird scares, scarecrows, even some ambient electrical types keep them at bay, without having to become volatile. they freak out when something moves irregularly, so change where you place the items you buy or make (and you can make some neat ones for the garden, which will spook bird types that aren't too smart). this will however backfire with Murkrow, who have developed a brain that just wont quit. They will probably be your biggest issue should you be in an area with them around at al. 

we find these two things in tandem with each other keeps the bird happy but away from the areas we don’t want them. We do however employ the use of the odd Electrical pokemon should a very smart bird come along and not take notice of our distractions and scares. They aren't for attacking, but good sturdy strong electric types will put out a static that bird pokemon can feel in the air, and this will usually send them running without an actual fight or confrontation. perhaps if the first two options don’t work so well, you could ask a friend or borrow an electric pokemon from the wild with payment of food if they're open to it. 

on occasion even this wont work, pokemon like Skarmory will not pay much attention to the electric type, and then we bring in more trickery, using pokemon with the move Sweet Scent to lure them away from any vulnerable individuals, to a more interesting thing (food, a mirror, another of their kind, toys, whatever they're into), by the time they've done investigating the new far away distraction, they've usually forgotten about the sweet smelling thing they first got scent of. 

See if this works, but luckily it wont have to be done forever, just until the berries have been picked or have naturally dropped. 

#pokemon #prof.peach #peach talks

[script-nef]

#bokutoisblessed | Bokuto Koutarou

Category: crack, fluff

2.2k words; MSBY fans dying over Bokuto and his family

Bokuto uploaded another photo

It seems like just yesterday little Hana was swaddled in his arms and now look at her. Like. Holy [censored] look at the [censored] post. 

Dudes like. She can walk now. Her steps are so wobbly but also so cute and my heart like????? Just exploded when we were gifted with the sight of her??? AND THE WAY SHE GIGGLED WHEN SHE ARRIVED AT HER MUM’S LAP A SAFJAKFDL I CAN’T BREATHE

Comments [Anon]: Honestly we the fans of Black Jackals are so blessed because we get to experience this joy and bundle of life thanks to our lord and saviour Bokuto Koutarou and his amazing wife, who will hereby be named Kami-sama. Because God is a woman I called it.

[Anon]: I agree with 97% of this, except for the Kami-sama part. She said it’s uncomfortable and embarrassing so we have to call her something else. How about Wife-sama. That should be fine, right?

[Anon]: Oh I saw that post Bokuto put up! Saying how much he’s thankful for the support but not to call her that! The upload was a short video of her turning red after he called her Kami-sama and it’s a treasure I will keep for the rest of my life. And into the afterlife. Death can try to pull it out of my cold, dead hand but I won’t let it. YOU HEAR ME DEATH???? YOU CAN’T TAKE THIS FROM MEEEEEE

[Anon]: Bokuto said Wife-sama is fine! Apparently she was still red and it was the cutest thing ever. Bokuto is so biased (*cough cough* whipped *cough cough*) but hey I’m not complaining. I don’t think my imagination will ever come close to the actual reaction but I hope it does.

[Anon]: Do you guys remember, when he just started dating her, how he flooded us with posts of her and her only? Like, practically 95% of my feed was her since he was putting so much of them up. She could literally be doing nothing and he’ll be like “HOLY [censored] LOOK AT MY GIRLFRIEND!!!” Without swearing because he doesn’t do that, but still.

[Anon]: OH AND THEN HE GOT INTO TROUBLE WITH HIS SOCIAL MEDIA MANAGER ASKJDSKDJF THAT WAS GOLD

[Anon]: THEY LITERALLY PUT A VIDEO UP OF THEM TRYING TO TELL BOKUTO WHY HE SHOULDN’T DO THAT AND HE CONSTANTLY SAID “BUT I’M DATING HER AND THIS IS MY WAY OF SAYING I LOVE HER!!” LIKE BOI WE GET IT EVEN ALIENS WILL GET IT

[Anon]: And it started up again when she was pregnant with Hana. Like I could make a time-lapse video or whatever of her pregnancy just from the photos he put up

[Anon]: I honestly wonder how many photos he has of her and Hana

[Anon]: Probably a couple thousand. I mean like, I have a couple thousand of MBSY members but my love for them pales in front of Bokuto for Wife-sama, so.

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Holy [censored] I just met Bokuto

Okay so there was news about a new resident coming into our apartment, more specifically my neighbouring unit. It was previously occupied by this really old couple and we had this small farewell party. They dropped hints that the new residents might be kind of loud but that they were great.

A few days later, my doorbell rings and who do I see? It’s [censored] Bokuto. Like, straight up. In his casual clothes. Exactly the same as the photo on his Insta page where he said he was moving. Which I liked practically a few hours ago.

He was standing there with the biggest smile and saying that he’s the new resident and that they’re giving out homemade cookies because of the baby and Bokuto’s volume. And invited me to a small dinner. And I’m. Like my brain. Literally. Like my brain is even blank now. Bokuto. Invited me. To his house. So I could have dinner. And see his wife. And little Hana. 

So I am here now, raiding my wardrobe to see if I have anything wearable because HOLY [censored] [censored] [censored] I’M GOING TO HAVE DINNER WITH BOKUTO AND HIS FAMILY I’LL REPORT BACK LATER IF HE’S FINE WITH ME SHARING THIS EXPERIENCE OKAY I REALLY GOTTA GO BECAUSE MY HEART IS BEATING WAY TOO FAST AND I NEED TO HAVE SOME MEDICINE

[Edit]: This was riddled with spelling mistakes because my hands were shaking from the aftershock.

Comments [Anon]: ???? What did you do in your past life to be awarded the opportunity of being neighbours with Bokuto???? Did you like, save the country or something? Is that what it takes to be blessed with him?

[Anon]: No you gotta at least save the entire Earth for this damn dude thanks for your service I guess

[Anon]: But if you gotta save the world to be neighbours with Bokuto, then what the hell did Wife-sama do to be married to him?

[Anon]: She saved the universe

[Anon]: But I think Bokuto will be the one to say he saved the universe to be with her that cheesy dork ugh I love you

[Anon]: LMAO I CAN HEAR HIM SCREAMING THAT

[Anon]: Are you back yet? Are you alive? Are you blinded by the magnificence that is Bokuto Koutarou and his family? I know I would be. So in order to kill me as well, TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED YOU CAN’T KEEP US OUT LIKE THIS I AM KNEELING ON THE FLOOR AND BEGGING FOR THE INTERACTION PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I BEG OF THEE I WANT SOME MORE SIR

[OP]: That’s really weird so stop that. I’m just about to go out now! I’ll spend the dinner over there, experience heaven, hope I don’t die of heart failure and possibly come back with a war story. If they allow me. Wish me luck guys.

[Anon]: GO BRAVELY SOLDIER AND MAKE US PROUD I AM PRAYING THAT THEY’LL BE KIND ENOUGH TO LET YOU SHARE THIS WONDERFUL EXPERIENCE

I’M BACK

Okay so that could only be described as one of the best moments in my entire life. Don’t worry, they said it’s fine if I share this. #actualsaints

So I finally found an outfit and took the chocolate that I was saving for myself, but since I can give my arm and leg for Bokuto what the [censored] is a chocolate, right?

I’m greeted by Wife-sama herself. Like. Less than a metre from me, saying “good afternoon” and smiling like the saint of tranquillity. (A side note but how do you have that when you live with Bokuto? And a child? My brother wants to know your secrets.) And she’s wearing what I think is Bokuto’s shirt since it’s way too big for her, I mean the end comes to her thighs. Sharing shirts is the most romantic thing a couple can do I don’t make the rules I’m just the messenger.

Anyway she invites me into their house, their amazingly aesthetical and cozy house. There’s a display case for all of Bokuto’s trophies, awards, certificates and everything. There are photographs of them together all over the walls, hung from strings spanning the entire house. There was a wall section dedicated entirely to Hana-chan. I felt like an uncivilised cave gremlin there.

Wife-sama was still making dinner and I was going to help her but little Hana-chan came to me. Like, she tottered over to me in the blue frilly dresses and tugged on my pants, babbling and smiling. Y’all I nearly died. I literally saw the gates of heaven and had a foot in but Wife-sama saved me by pulling me back into reality. By asking me if I wanted to play with Hana-chan. Which killed me again. And she was apologetic about it too? Like she doesn’t think I would give my kidney to spend time with her?

So I was playing with Hana but sneakily looking at the two of them being cute as hell in the kitchen. Bokuto was attached to her at the hip for the whole time except for when she asked him to get some ingredients. He was a puppy incarnate. They were sneaking kisses, whispering to each other and it was honestly so cute like I was getting diabetes just from one night. 

The food was amazing, the dinner talk was so fun and delightful, Hana-chan was the cutest little angel ever, this was probably the best day of my life. AND WHEN I LEFT FOR THE NIGHT, THEY BOTH HUGGED ME AND IT WAS LIKE BEING HUGGED BY CLOUDS BUT THEY SMELLED SO NICE!!

I shall never forget this day. Mark my words y’all.

Comments [Anon]: How beautiful was their place? I feel like she would go with a pastel tone or black and white. And have cute things littered around everywhere.

[OP]: The house was really unique in the sense that it felt like two houses smashed together. Like they took turns decorating each section of the house. Looked like polar opposites. It was kind of weird at first but the aesthetics flowed well the longer I stayed there, if you can understand what I’m saying.

[Anon]: The fact that Bokuto and Wife-sama are practically opposites in many things but still formed a romantic relationship with each other and the fact that their taste or preferences complement each other perfectly is proof that they are soulmates. In this essay I will

[Anon]: Where’s the essay. Dude where’s the [censored] essay

[Anon]: HEY MAN COME BACK WHERE’S MY ESSAY

[Anon]: NOOOOOOOOOOO THE SACRED TEXTS

[Anon]: Bruh just a kidney? Take my [censored] liver. Take my heart. Oh no wait, she already has it in her squishy widdle hands.

[Anon]: I bid my left arm

[Anon]: Right arm

[Anon]: Lungs

[Anon]: I really love my brain but I barely use it so off it goes I guess

[OP]: ???? Guys? What are you doing? Stop this illegal organ trade in my post.

[Anon]: Shhhhh we’re showing our love

I saw Bokuto shopping and it was so cute

I do not do clickbait, it was genuinely adorable and my cheeks are about to fall off. As was everyone else’s in the entire mall.

I was just doing some shopping, getting some snacks and popcorn for the movie marathon I was going to have and who do I hear? Yeah, it’s Bokuto. And little Hana-chan whining to Wife-sama about how she’s not getting the snacks they want. It’s from memory since I didn’t take a video, I’m not a creep and I understand boundaries unlike some of you assholes, but it went something like this.

Bokuto: But think of all the caramel popcorn we could eat! Hana: Mama, sweeties. Sweeties. (What an angel, am I right?) Wife-sama: I already said no, it’s going to ruin your dinner. Hana: But it’s tasty! Bokuto: Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase? I’ll do all of the dishes and cleaning today! Wife-sama: You already do that every day, Kou. It’s not much of a bribe. (Husband goals) And Hana, we have other snacks at home. Caramel is bad for your teeth. Bokuto: But babe! Wife-sama: I said no, and that’s it. Hana: Mama!

It was just this repeated for like 10 minutes with Bokuto and Hana-chan alternating their whines. I would have snapped after 5 times but wow, this lady has the mental fortitude of Fort Knox.

They both sulked and followed her around as she finished her shopping. I can tell Hana is Bokuto’s daughter because her hair droops down like his and a cloud forms over her head. It was practically magic.

In the end, they bought one (1) salted caramel popcorn because Wife-sama is too soft-hearted and they literally clung onto her for 5 minutes peppering her with kisses. And Bokuto actually lifted her in his embrace. In the middle of the sweets section. Where everyone was looking.

Needless to say, she was very very red.

Comments [Anon]: Conspiracy theory: factoring in Bokuto’s godlike physical ability, inhumane and endless sunny disposition, his hair’s ability to reflect his moods, it can be concluded that Bokuto is, in fact, a God.

[Anon]: Well someone has a big brain

[Anon]: Wait then Wife-sama would be a Goddess. Gasp SHE DIDN’T WANT PEOPLE CALLING HER KAMI-SAMA BECAUSE IT WOULD BLOW HER COVER

[Anon]: Oh yeah, it’s all coming together

[Anon]: I can kind of see Bokuto and Hana sneaking in sweets and snacks into the trolley while Wife-sama isn’t looking lmao

[OP]: THEY ACTUALLY DID THAT I nearly ran into them again and heard her berating Bokuto for sneaking in chocolate and shoving it beneath all the meat so she wouldn’t notice. My man, please. You can never outsmart your wife.

[Anon]: Next time I go to the MSBY fan meeting, I’m bringing all the sweets I can for Bokuto and Hana. It’s the least I can do.

[Anon]: They’re so cute and I can’t wait for the MSBY match in three days where Bokuto’s family is going to attend. I promise I’ll post about it afterwards.

#bokuto x reader #bokuto imagine #bokuto koutarou x reader #bokuto koutarou imagine #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu!! imagine #haikyuu one shot #haikyuu!! one shot #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #bokuto #bokuto koutarou #SNS format #crack #fluff #female reader

[obeymeluv]

Things I Wonder About the Boys

More random headcanons (and questions) about pretty much everything (in no specific order)

Did the boys struggle with a language barrier when they fell from heaven? Angels had a language called Enochian, right? Did demons have their own language?

When the bros fell to the Devildom, did Diavolo realize they had a common language in Latin and only spoke to them in Latin?

I headcanon that Diavolo was one of the first to successfully learn English because his father knew a lot of languages to better seduce humans (or trick them to coming with him so he could eat them). Learning English was a sign of higher status until it became common and available to all demons

Being angels, they knew English but Diavolo didn’t realize it was a common language until Belphegor told him to “eat shit” (not realizing he could understand it)

Now that they’re demons, do they have to feed to sustain themselves? They mention that the MC (a human) is a rare treat and several make remarks about them smelling or being tasty. Are humans the god-tier of food? Are all other Devildom foods just boredom eating that kind of fill them up but don’t satisfy them?

When the boys decide they like you, do they try to catch your attention with habits of their familiar? For example. Lucifer’s representative sin-animal is a peacock. When he starts getting excited about you and wondering how to flirt with you, do his wings just....explode like that?

Who the hell pays the bills in that place? How do they get the Grimm to keep everything running? Is Diavolo the sugar daddy since Lucifer swore eternal servitude?

If Beel’s appetite is so devastating on the fridge and family finances, why don’t they just perform some kind of magic to triple the food portion? Will that not work?

How does Satan never get lost in his own room? IT’S SO HUGE! I bet he’s gotten lost and the bros had to make a search party. Satan was so embarrassed he never talked about it

Lucifer has definitely trapped Mammon by leaving a single-coin trail of Grim. Probably had Beel sit on the box.

What if, pre-fall, Mammon’s animal was a dove? The Devildom probably doesn’t have doves. HIS doves probably wouldn’t recognize him or come to him. What if Mammon was adopted by crows because they just knew?

If Levi became Supreme Overlord Otaku in the Devildom, what were his passions in the Celestial realm? Did he just sit up there with a bunch of souls and beat them at Bingo or something?

Has Beel ever eaten anything that sent him to the infirmary? He seems fine with eating random stuff whole, and taking bites out of others, but is there something his stomach CAN’T handle?

When Belphie gets mad, he charges like a bull

Satan has a similar disposition, and will charge like a ram. The two don’t butt heads often but it’s because they learned they could (and have) locked horns and gotten stuck

My personal headcanon is that Diavolo is the only one who can give Beel a real challenge one-on-one. They’re basically matched for strength and stature. Lucifer would never admit it, but he can be taken down by both of them. Not without a hell of a fight though.

Mammon has never lost a game of hide and seek, and if you lose something he will DEFINITELY find it. When his brain considers it a “hidden treasure”, he will find it

Lucifer, Satan, Belphie, and Levi are the best or strongest magic users in the family. Levi just doesn’t like to show it and would rather fight in a background kind of way (element of surprise and all that).

Mammon taught all his little brothers how to fight because he was worried about something happening to them if he couldn’t be there. Asmodeus and Satan turned out to be the better fighters (Beel doesn’t count because he’s a natural tank).

Satan has definitely put a book through a wall before, or at least thrown one so hard that it got stuck in the wall

Mammon made Asmodeus so mad once (on accident, promise!) that Asmo snuck into his closet and cut holes in his clothes. When Mammon got put on the cover of Majolish for his “wild new style” Asmo’s yell was basically heard throughout the Devildom

Asmo has definitely mixed hair dye into Mammon’s shampoo and turned his hair pink for a week. Didn’t know if he was mad about how cute he looked or not. Satan and Belphe adopted him as an honorary “Lucifer Sucks” club member even though it wasn’t an attack on Lucifer

Asmo went into a huge depressive episode when he fell because it was basically culture shock for him. He didn’t feel special or beloved anymore. Lucifer used to sit on his bed and braid his hair and play with it. The other bros used to make a cuddle pile in his room to help him feel better.

They get in these moods that precede a heat cycle where the room they pick is THEIR ROOM and THEIR SPACE and they expect it to be respected

Beel has regularly (and readily) traded house chores for food (”If I give you my double-glazed Devilbird leg, will you do the dishes?”, “Yes.”) Lucifer had to put a stop to it because Beel was doing the chores too much.

Sometimes when Beel’s alone or in a really good mood, he’ll harmonize with his wings. He likes to hum and sing a lot but no one really seems to do it anymore and it makes him sad.

Levi used to play the harp when he was an angel. He misses it but doesn’t really want to bring it into the House of Lamentation because it might make everyone sad, so he sticks to classical music records and even makes music on his computer.

Lucifer, Beel, Satan, and Levi know the most languages in the house.

#Obey me! #Lucifer #Mammon #Leviathan #Levi #Beel #Beelzebub #Satan #Asmodeus #Asmo #Belphie #Belphegor #Diavolo

[lightblueminecraftorchid]

Here’s my attempt at being a recipe blogger:

My father is far from perfect. I am unused to his calm, and he is unused to my independence, and we are still learning to grow around each other again. But I love him, and he loves me, and time has somewhat softened the harshness of his anger. At least, his anger, when directed at me.

When I was very young, I loved to experiment. I have not precisely lost this instinct with age, but I have tempered it. Now, when I want to try something new, I talk it out first. I plan. Not so when I was younger; I tried whatever I thought might work, and noted whether it failed, with little thought to repercussions.

The financial situation my family was in when I was little is quite different from what it is now. Before my mother began working a job that paid more than daycare cost, money was tight enough to stretch my parents’ tempers taut. McDonald’s was a luxury little heard of, and food was whatever was cheap. To my memory, we never used a food pantry, but that was the extent of the pride our budget preserved. As such, ingredients for recipes were treasured. Flour, sugar, milk, and eggs stretched meals, and were not to be wasted. If we were really lucky, they might occasionally deign to become a tasty cake or biscuit.

It was an unsupervised afternoon, and I desperately wanted a biscuit.

In a shocking twist of events, microwaved flour and milk alone does not a flaky biscuit make. Nor a tasty one. I got lightly scolded; Mom was more concerned with getting to the grocery store before they closed, and was too busy chivvying me out the door to ask too many questions about the limp blob of dough in the microwave. Hastily, between buckling seatbelts and turning the key in the ignition, she clarified that biscuits needed an oven to brown.

~

It was an unsupervised afternoon, and I desperately wanted to make cupcakes.

In a shocking twist of events, baked flour and milk alone does not a tasty cupcake make, even if it looks like batter in the bowl. I’d added a cup of sugar and thought it sufficient. Given that I’d added many cups of flour and milk, I was wrong.

I did not escape punishment so easily that time. Dad sat at one end of the table, and I sat at the other. Between us, the metal curve of the mixing bowl gleamed in the lamplight, the tip of a short spoon handle peeking over the rim. The disgusting, useless batter was as viscous as the tension in the air, as choking as the sobs caught in my throat. My father had no reservations about screaming to get his point into a seven year old’s thick skull. I may as well have had cupcake batter for brains, wasting so much flour on a nonsense project. I certainly had just as little sense.

And for the love of everything holy, why hadn’t I thought to use a recipe?

~

It was an unsupervised afternoon, and I desperately wanted cookie dough.

Experience had made me cautious, and I delicately lifted individual spoonfuls of flour from the crockery. Each flip of the spoon dumped powder unceremoniously onto the smiling face of Thomas the Train Engine, grinning up from the bottle of the microwave safe bowl. Flour and sugar in equal parts, and enough melted butter to make it stick. Butter, I had discovered, tasted far better than water in baked goods. Smelled better, too.

I’d read that raw flour could make someone sick, so into the microwave the crumbly mixture went. Heat made it lose structure, and grease coated the bottom of the bowl. I left it on the counter to cool as I wiped away every trace of granulated crime on the countertop. We’d moved houses, and money wasn’t scarce enough to go rifling through flour jars. Surely, nobody would notice the difference if I was careful.

The counters were clean, and between grainy spoonfuls of dough, I ran my tongue between the crevices in my teeth, reveling in the sensation of crunching sugar. Afterwards, I ran a paper towel over the inside of the bowl, and left it in the sink. Strategically, I left a box of cereal on the counter. Then I remembered I was hungry. The cereal box was considerably lighter when I finished.

Mom came home first, thankfully, and scolded my brother for going through the cereal so quickly. I kept my mouth shut, and tried not to look at the staircase. Upstairs, hidden on my dresser, was another bowl of cereal. I knew it was the despised chicken chili night, and I knew there’d be a fight and an ultimatum, and I intended to save face. I would not go hungry that night if I had something to say about it.

It was months before anyone noticed the missing bowl, and I explained it away by saying I’d packed it for my camp mess kit last summer.

~

I grew older, and my parents found better jobs, and my father found himself a new interest in making homemade meals. Now that we had some money, he could afford to buy pizza ingredients, rather than a frozen pizza. He found new recipes, and in order to finish dinner on time, had anyone old enough to follow instructions lend a hand in the kitchen. I was certainly old enough then.

I learned the success of reading a recipe; the pizza dough was far too puffy and bland, but it was properly cooked, and we ate like kings. The next time, Dad tried again, adding less sugar and more salt. We docked the dough with vigor, and with the pepperoni grease of victory coating my tongue, I learned when it was time to call a recipe a liar.

~

It was an unsupervised afternoon, and I desperately wanted apple pie.

I found a recipe for the pie crust, cutting the butter with my fingers as one ought to for biscuits. We had no disposable gloves; I wrapped my hands in plastic grocery bags, rather than subject my hands to raw dough. It worked a treat. In the innovative pattern of the modern age, the pie crust was microwaveable, and I was able to turn my attention to the filling.

I was practiced, ten years of science under my belt. Baked goods need an oven to brown, unless you are very skilled at using a microwave. The proper ratios were just as important as the proper ingredients; for a thick sweet filling, I should use plenty of sugar, and a thickener besides. Ingredients shouldn’t be wasted; if I messed up my filling, I would need to adjust it, not throw it away. Therefore, I should plan my filling before I start assembling it, and make sure we have the needed supplies. I should keep a neat workstation, and clean as I go; my father hated a sink full of dirty dishes almost as much as he hated a sticky counter. If I don’t clean as I go, I’ll almost certainly forget, and that won’t be good for anyone.

And, for the love of everything holy, I would not use a recipe.

~

Some time ago, when I was making various iterations of cookie dough, I got the idea to try toasting it in our little toaster oven. The top got very brown and bubbly, but the buttery dough never solidified enough to become a baked cookie, and I turned to experimenting with the ingredients. Along the way, I’d tried introducing more flavor, shaking in cinnamon and cloves and seeing if it tasted better toasted. And once I’d run out of spices, my eyes fell onto the bottle of lime juice in the fridge. A lime cookie, I thought, would be delicious.

In a shocking twist of events, lime juice does not taste like lime when baked into cookie dough. It tastes somewhat like green apple flavoring. Now, with an apple pie filling to tackle, my plan began to take shape.

~

Apples, skinned, cut with an apple slicer and chopped into chunks.

Lime juice

Water (for dilution)

Sugar (both brown and white)

Cinnamon

Ginger

Nutmeg

Cloves (a little bit)

Mix in saucepan so that liquid just covers the apples and mixture appears heavily spiced. Simmer until apples are easily pierced with a fork. Add cornstarch little by little, stirring as you go. Clumps will form. Do not panic. Cook and stir. The lumps will resolve themselves. If they don’t, scoop the mixture into a large microwave-safe bowl and microwave it for a minute or two; mixture will thicken and lumps will be gone.

Scoop into baked pie crust

Take a new, unbruised apple, and cut with apple slicer. Using a paring knife, turn the thick slices into thin ones. Shingle slices atop the pie in a spiral. Optionally, bake until the slices are browned and translucent

Clean as you go, and wash all dishes. Let the saucepan cool before washing; the temperature difference between the water and the hot metal can damage the pot. Don’t let dishes sit too long, or they’ll become harder to clean.

[aondaneedles]

Bella Goth (all as well!)

Which one, my fake (the clone) or the real one? I'll just answer for both (and will regret this not even halfway through).

❤️: OTP

Of course I ship Bella with Mortimer. That's not even a question.

For fake!Bella, I think she's a free spirit. She needs to find herself before she can ever settle down. For now, I don't see her with anyone.

💔: No OTP

Um, anyone but Mortimer? But that's not true. I've seen her with Pascal and liked that. I don't think I have a NOTP for her...

Anyone who clips her wings.

🌈: Sexuality

Bella is straight, maybe bi-curious?

Fake!Bella is bi.

😊: Friends

Morty, of course, and the rest of her family. Bella is everyone's friend. You may have met her just two minutes ago, but she behaves just like you've already known her for years.

Fake!Bella befriends Erin pretty early on and they're as thick as thieves. She's also one of the few sims who really just... gets Nervous.

💀: Enemies or Rival

Bella has this larger than life personality that doesn't hate anyone. Or at least, you won't notice if she hates you. She'll always behave just as amicable as if she likes you. Dina was one of the only people who could see behind that facade and it drove Bella nuts.

The Beakers, no doubt. They'd love to get their hands on the clone, and while fake!Bella may not realise this, she senses that something is way off about them!

🐶: Pet or favorite Animal

Bella comes from a long line of witches. She is a cat person, 100%. But like... those ridiculously fancy, naked cats. They're just as high-maintenance as she is.

Fake!Bella has a pet lizard back at the gas station she sleeps at. She's named him Ziggy.

🌷: Flowers or plants they like

Roses!

Have you ever seen a blooming cactus? They're kind of pretty...

☀️: Favourite Season

Winter, when everyone gathers together and all of the big functions are held.

Anything but summer.

🌧️: Favourite Weather

That's easy! Sunny weather for both!

🕯️: Favourite Aromatic candle

Bella is a big fan of exotic flowers. Mix them with anything that creates an interesting smell (like herbs, sea salt or something) and she's all over it.

Fake!Bella likes it simple, in contrast. Lavender is nice.

🥘: Favourite Food

There's nothing better than a homemade barbeque with burgers for Bella. They had an old grill they got out of storage a few times of the year and did a small family barbeque. Bella manned the grill (because Mortimer burns everything he touches). Michael and Dina used to bring salads (Bella would never admit it, but Dina's salad was actually quite tasty) and the kids played in the graveyard. There aren't as many family barbeques nowadays...

Fake!Bella is not too picky. Anything that fills her up is fine with her. Whenever she's got some money, she heads over to the diner. Their burgers are good.

☕: Favourite Drink

Officially, champagne. Inofficial, Bella is fuelled by coffee.

Tap water. If she ever had coffee, she'd be all over it, too.

🍦: Ice-cream Flavour

Something simple, yet elegant, like Straciatella. Bella loves the little chocolate bits in it.

Chocolate.

🍕: Pizza Topping

Bella and Mortimer used to get salami pizza every Friday back when they were in high school. She's been craving it lately.

Once again, Fake!Bella is not picky. She's heard that pineapple pizza is a crime against pizza, though and steers clear from it.

🍟: Snack

Bella's favourite snack is frozen grapes. Very refreshing and sweet.

Fake!Bella's favourite snack is chips. Every flavour is fine, but the more savoury, the better.

🍿: Movies they like to watch

Bella is really into those old-school Hollywood movies. Movies like that just aren't made anymore...

Whatever's running on tv. Fake!Bella has a soft spot for those lifetime-esque movies though, where long lost family members are reunited and everyone gets a happy ending.

📺: TV Show they like to watch

Don't tell anyone, but Bella loves telenovelas. They are her guilty pleasure.

Fake!Bella has been watching soap opera reruns religiously lately. Erin showed her how to use SimTube, and she's been spending all her free time watching them. She's on Episode 2751 of "Days of the Cowplant" already!

🎵: Music they listen to

Classical music. Maybe a bit jazz, if Bella's feeling fancy.

Fake!Bella hasn't heard anything but the type of elevator music they play at the gas station yet, but she's pretty sure that that's not it.

⚽: Sport they like or play

Golf.

Fake!Bella goes running sometimes. Just runs as far as possible. Until her lungs burn and she can't remember anything. It's freeing.

📚: Books they like to read

There's a library of classics in the Goth library and Bella has read most of them.

Fake!Bella has found a tattered copy of "The Great Simsby" behind the trash cans of the community pool one day and for some reason, it spoke to her...

🕹️: Video Games they like or Play

Bella doesn't do video games.

You can find fake!Bella at the arcades on a good day. She likes anything that has jumping and running. And she loves rhythm games!

🎻: Musical instrument

Bella knows how to play the piano and usually plays it to entertain guests.

Nothing yet. Maybe synthesizer?

🎨: Favourite Colour

Her signature colour, red!

Red, even though she feels like a fraud for wearing it...

👠: Shoes they like

Fancy high heels. Bella has ruined her feet years ago but she doesn't care. She loves how powerful and sexy she looks in it.

Sensible shoes. Who needs uncomfortable shoes, fake!Bella thinks.

👕: Clothing style

Fancy, elegant, yet understated.

Anything that she can find in the dumpster behind the clothing store. She makes sure to look put together, though. It's an urge she can't help.

👜: What’s always on their bag

Her lipstick. And a good book. Always carry a good book with you and you'll always be in good company.

A few coins, if she needs to buy stuff.

📰: Section of the Newspaper they read

The society section.

The celebrity section.

💻: Website they visit the most

Bella spends a lot of time on various fundraiser sites to look for a good cause to sponsor and fundraise for.

whoisbellagoth.com

📱: Social media they use the most

Bella doesn't really use social media. She'd rather spend time with her family and friends in person.

Fake!Bella is addicted to SimTube. Not only for her daily dose of soap but also for conspiracy videos about aliens and the Elixir of Life.

📗: Favourite School Subject

Economics and Biology. Morty may be the genius in their family, but she was no ditz either!

Fake!Bella never went to school. But if, she would have been be super into P.E.

📕: Less Favourite School Subject

P.E. She wasn't bad at it, but she hated getting sweaty.

Maths. Her brain's wired weirdly and she just can't wrap her head even around simple maths. She usually just tosses money on the counter and hopes it's enough.

🎓: University they attended (or not)

Bella attended ALT, of course. She was in a long-distance relationship for all of it, as Morty attended LFT.

Fake!Bella was never college-aged.

🎒: University Major

Economics. It surprises a lot of people, but it really suited her. She has a mind for business. In another life, maybe...

I think that Fake!Bella would have ended up in philosophy due to being unable to decide which major to choose.

🔮: Something Random

Sometimes, Bella wonders what would happen if she were to disappear. Would her family be fine, or would they struggle without her? Of course, she wants them to be happy, but a not so nice small part of her wishes that they'd have trouble to move on...

Fake!Bella sometimes has random flashes of... she's not sure what she sees, but it makes her sad... a small girl with pigtails, a big house, a man holding a baby...

Phew! Thanks for playing, anon!

#sims #sims 2 #ask #anon #meme

[pigsiescribe]

King of the Mountain

This is based off a dream I had with some of my OCs 💭 Hope you enjoy~

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James came home and lazily kicked off his shoes. As much as he wanted to sleep right there in the entryway, he reluctantly dragged himself to the living room and instead flopped down on the couch. A light clucking caught his attention right when he closed his eyes.

"Come up then," he muttered. A less-than-haggard rooster leaped up and nestled himself onto James' stomach. King was the latest addition to the household. One of his housemates, Kiara, saw the poor creature in the market, sitting in a too-small cage. He was meant to be sold for meat, but he was in such an undesirable state that nobody wanted to buy him.

Since entering the Marker household, he's been something like a dog. For whatever reason, whenever James napped on the couch, King would either sit on his stomach or his chest, and would stay there until he woke up. James liked to joke that King was a benevolent sleep paralysis demon. He didn't weigh enough to bother James, but it was certainly unsettling when the first thing he saw upon waking was a couple beady eyes staring at him.

Not a minute later and he was fast asleep. Seeing the man slumbering peacefully, King tucked his head under his tattered wing and dozed off himself.

Some time passed before a monstrous growl emitted from James' stomach. The trembles beneath King's manicured talons and feathery underbelly was enough to make him flap his wings wildly. Kiara poked her head in to see the fuss, chuckled to herself, and disappeared into the kitchen.

Again and again, his stomach growled, begging for sustenance, trying to stir him awake. Its cries fell on deaf ears. King's flapping wings, however...

"Not now..." James muttered. Growl~ flap-flap-flap-flap. "Go on..." Grrrrroooowwl~ flap-flap-flap-flap. Finally, James opened his eyes to glare at the petulant pet. "King, WHAT?"

"He's probably trying to warn you about the earthquake in your tummy," Kiara jokingly explained, setting a tray down on the coffee table. "Your rumbles are shaking the whole house."

James glanced at the tray and just barely registered that whatever was on it was food. Not because Kiara was a terrible cook; his brain just didn't have the energy to process what he was seeing and smelling.

"I'll eat later," he muttered, laying back down. His stomach voiced its disapproval, making King flap wildly again. Kiara looked around before gathering cushions from the other couches.

"Here." She gently eased James up before shoving the pillows behind him. "Let's prop you up and I'll feed you. You just have to stay awake enough to chew and swallow. King won't be much help if you start choking."

"Thank you." Normally James would be embarrassed to be fed like a child, but at this point, anything that meant less work for him was something to be grateful for. He was too tired to keep his eyes open but he wasn't too tired to taste that first spoonful of creamy fish stew, reheated from the day before. His stomach gurgled, happy for sustenance after who knows how long, but far from satiated.

"Don't worry," Kiara said, giving a gentle pat to his stomach. "There's more where that came from."

And so it went; a bit of fish stew, a bit of bread, a bit of fish stew, a bit of bread, a bit of fish stew, a bit of bread. The process was mostly mechanical; open when something touched his lips, chew, then swallow. He was too tired to appreciate the individual flavors. All he knew was that it was tasty and he needed more. At some point, Kiara argued with King over a bread roll before finally giving him a piece. The rooster was careful not to peck at James.

"That was all I had," Kiara finally declared. "Are you still hungry?"

"No," James decided, sleepily removing the pillows behind him so he could lay flat on his back once again. There was now a warm, comfortable heaviness to his body, unlike the empty, exhausted heaviness from earlier. He glanced at King, still nestled on his now significantly distended stomach. "My apologies for scaring you earlier," he said, gently scratching King's neck.

"We should call him 'King of the Mountain,'" Kiara joked, giving a teasing poke to James' side. "Would you believe me if I told you that he's now sitting on ALL of the leftover stew from yesterday?"

"Sorry," James said sheepishly. Even half asleep, he manages to be a glutton.

"Well, not ALL of it, technically," she admitted. "I had a portion before you came home. Your tummy is filled with more dinner rolls than fish stew, if I'm being completely honest." Kiara stood up and pet King's comb. "Back to guard duty, King."

"Guard duty?"

"Yes. I've noticed he doesn't try to sleep with us in our bedrooms, so he probably knows that the bedrooms are safe sleep spaces. You are the only one who takes naps on the couch, and if me, your mother or your father get close to you, King will stare at us. He even pecked your mom when she got a little too close," Kiara explained. "So, I think he nestles with you to protect you."

"Hm." The theory was intriguing. James gave King another gentle scratch. "You are very kind, King of the Mountain." He turned to Kiara. "Would you wake me in... An hour and a half?"

"Of course."

#original story #original characters #hungry belly #stuffed belly #belly kink

[r-a-d-imagines]

Vampire! S/O Refusing to Feed ; The Main Seven

Lucifer ; Honestly thinks it’s a bit ridiculous-logically, you need to eat, or you’ll die, you know. He can’t see a reason why you wouldn’t want to feed from him-afraid of hurting him? A demon, really? He’ll do something innocent enough to get you to eat-like taking blood from himself and mixing it in with a drink, or something. You thought he was being romantic when he brought out that red wine, didn’t you? Well, in part, he was, but, there’s a reason it smelled so oddly delicious, and tasted so much better than usual. “Put blood in your wine...? My dear, who do you take me for? I would never trick you like that. Mine certainly tastes normal, so I have no idea what you’re talking about...” Mammon ; The first time you say no, he’ll give you a pass. The second time? Worried, but he doesn’t want to upset you, so he drops it. But the third time, when you deny his offer over text from opposite sides of the house? He’s there in seconds, caging against the wall or the bed or wherever you may be. You’re not leaving until you eat-not if he can help it. He’s your boyfriend, for goodness’s sake-he’s supposed to be able to do things like this for you! Why won’t you let him! “Ain’t neither of us leavin’ this spot until you eat, understand? I’ll stand here all day if I have to! Ya’ might as well give up now, y’know!” Leviathan ; “____...” Honestly, he’ll just whine for you until you pay attention to him, no matter how long it takes-the minute you give up and look over to tell him to be quiet, he’s grabbing you by the back of your neck, all but yanking you closer, forcing you to get a nice long breath in of how inviting his blood smells below the surface of his skin. “It’s game over if you don’t keep your health up, so eat already, you dummy!” Asmodeous ; With how tasty his blood is, refusing him is a hard task-he’s certainly stunned still when you do, stammering in disbelief as you walk away from him. It’s hard to recall ever having been turned down-and it’d certainly never been done to him by you. He hears the door to your room shut, but he’s stuck there in the hall pouting after you-until he gets an idea, at least, rushing to return to his own room. Just as you’re relaxing in your bed, you get a phone call from him-which seems ridiculous, you’re in the same house, but, you’ll humor him. The sounds that meet your ear, however, make you wish you hadn’t answered. “Ah-mmh, _____, please-please come eat me-oh, please, honey, I need it, need your teeth in my neck, please-wanna see my blood all over your mouth-mmh, come join me in my room? Please, oh, I could die-” Satan ; Honestly, he knows why you refused him-you burned your tongue a bit the last time, not to mention that sudden moment of pain had caused you to bite down harder and give him quite the wound on his neck. Even now, he still had a bandage over it. But, he can’t just let you go hungry, now can he? So, rather out of the blue, really, he presents you with what looks like a water bottle, only instead of water, it’s... “I thought if I let it sit for a while, it’d be at least a bit less hot. Don’t worry, I had a nurse take it out instead of attempting to do it myself, I don’t have Mammon’s brains.” Beelzebub ; As someone who loves eating so much... He’s a bit flabbergasted at you. How could you not want to eat? You must be so hungry... He can’t imagine starving himself like that-or... At all, really. Honest to everything, he’s so worried about you, he just approaches you one day looking all sad and hopeful, like a lost little puppy, eagerly offering you his wrist-this time you can’t run away, either, he’s got you cornered in the kitchen. “Please, babe...? You can’t just not eat... At least have a little? I’ll do whatever you want if you eat!” Belphegor ; If he didn’t care for you like he did, he’d leave you to your own devices-but, unfortunately for you, he very much did care, which was why you were trapped between him and his bed at the moment. Nothing about it was sexual-he was honestly sitting on you to keep you put so you wouldn’t run away again at the offer of food. “We’re-*yawn*-not moving ‘till you eat. I’ll fall asleep on you if that’s what it takes-sooner or later, you won’t be able to hold yourself back, anyway. Why waste all this time, you brat...?”

#shall we date obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeous #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

[simplyotometrash]

Blackberry Kisses

Victor x MC! Reader

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff and Victor’s abrasive personality (jkjk i love him and would marry him if i couldn’t marry Kiro)

This was literally inspired because I ws in my yard picking and eating blackberries off my bushes asdfghjkl;

It was a surprise vacation. To be honest, most vacations you were whisked away on were not ones you had planned. Victor had a habit of noticing the tiniest of things and deciding to take you away on impromptu vacations, claiming they were because you were interested in locations for shoots or research. You knew it was his way of saying you needed to breathe and relax. As much of a hardass as Victor could be, he loved you greatly and was much softer on the inside than he showed on the outside.

Where had he taken you exactly? A nice farm in the countryside. A farm that grew many fruits, but it was known this time of year for its blackberries. Delicious, juicy blackberries. You had to dig through your brain to try and think of what spurred this trip. You couldn’t remember. Had you said something? It was still nice all the same.

The air had a fresh, sweet smell to it as a gentle breeze blew through.You could hear the buzzing of bees. You’d have to make a note to ask Victor if you could take home a few jars of their fresh honey. Beekeeping was fascinating and you would have to take a ton of notes and photos. Maybe the owners would even let you do a piece on their farm! It would be interesting. Farming and beekeeping were such interesting topics. You wanted to taste everything the farmers would allow. You’d always wanted to make note of the taste differences between local, fresh products and store bought.

“Victor, it’s incredible here!” You adjusted your sunhat as the wind blew through your hair. “It’s so beautiful!”

Victor made a noise of triumph. That cocky ‘harrumph’ you were used to hearing when he wanted to say “I know it is” or “I told you so”. His hand settled on your hip, taking in the view instead of saying what he wanted to say.

“It is quite nice.” That was all he was going to say? Man, you knew your fiance could be stoic but sometimes he really outdid himself.

“Do you think we could take some of their fresh foods and homemade products home with us? I would love to try some things out! Oh and I bet the things that they grow here taste so yummy,” you gushed. Your mouth practically watered at the thought.

A soft smile played upon the CEO’s lips as he watched your glee. “Of course. I already planned to. It’s always best to buy things fresh and in season when you can. They also raise goats and make many products with goat milk. Along with that, they are a no waste farm. Everything gets used. They even make sure to use the wax cappings from the honey they’ve harvested.”

It never ceased to amaze you just how much your fiance knew about all sorts of things. You weren’t dumb, despite what Victor’s nickname for you may suggest. You knew many things of your own. Victor just had so much knowledge of so many different things. He’d be perfect for a game show!

“Ah, Mr. Li, it’s nice to see you again. And you’ve brought a guest with you.” A kindly looking older gentleman came to greet you. One of the oldest farmers you’d seen since you had arrived. “I’m the owner of the Brighton Farm, Alexander Brighton. This farm has been in my family for generations.” 

You shook his hand with a smile. “I’m MC, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Brighton. You have such a beautiful farm. How large is this farm?”

“Ah, you’d like a small tour, then! Wonderful!” That hadn’t been what you’d asked but you wouldn’t refuse. A tour of such a wonderful farm would be hard to resist. “We have nearly 2,000 acres all together. A good percentage of that are multiple pastures for the cattle, sheep, goats, and horses. We have some land for growing vegetables as well. But most the rest that we don’t live on is all one large orchard.”

You and Victor followed Mr. Brighton to a Mule, a small vehicle that he said he used to just get around the farm. There were multiple for people to use to get to different places for working. Most of the people working on the farm were family members or long-term hires. Anyone he hired could live on the property for free as he “had so much land still unused”. 

“I won’t take you too close to the beehives. They’re a bit on the agitated side today, though our bees are typically very gentle. Honey bees are actually very docile you know. But they just had a hive inspection to check for mites and cross comb. Both are a real issue. We don’t inspect our hives too much, that just makes them cranky, but we have to do it every once in a while. Healthy bees are happy bees!” 

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You were taking vigorous notes in your journal. It was like being in school again. Only this time you were enjoying the subject matter and not bored in a classroom. If you had glanced at Victor more often you would have seen the warm and proud smile that had not left his face even once. Seeing you so in your zone and enjoying things made him happy. All he wanted was for you to be the best you could be and do the best you could. Sometimes that meant being pushy and sounding harsh. Because of his approach, he’d gotten to watch your growth first hand. While he did the pushing, you were growing all on your own. He just kept you going in the right direction and assisted as needed, like with revising your proposals. 

“Mr. Brighton, do you spray your plants with anything,” you asked, tapping your pen against the side of your chin.

“Heavens no. Never! We do not use pesticides on my farm, it’s not healthy for anyone who eats it and certainly not for the pollinators that come to our plants, including our precious bees.”

“Sir, do you think I could do a segment on my show about your farm? Come back and get some footage and do some interviews? I want to show the magic behind what you do and how much care goes into everything here.” There it was. The moment Victor had waited for. You knew he was, judging by how he had asked questions for you when you couldn’t think of anything yourself. 

“Put this place on TV? I don’t see why not! You won’t be allowed to get your crew too close to my bees, mind you, but I don’t mind if you do something on us here. I think the world should see there’s more to farms than cruel factory farming”

He pulled up to rows upon rows of tame blackberry bushes. Many still had red or turning berries upon their vines. There were some with perfectly ripe berries ready to be picked.

“You can pick some berries yourselves. We always encourage people to come out and pick for themselves. We do the same for all of our fruits, though we are more picky with our vegetables.” He handed you and Victor a large bucket. “You’ll pay by weight before you leave. My son will be in the house when you’re ready! You can also buy all sorts of our products while you’re in there. Oh and feel free to eat a few while you’re picking.” He threw a wink your way and waved before driving off. 

He’d given such a long tour of the property. Not all of the pastures, thankfully, but you’d gotten to see pretty much everything. You had many notes and photos. All you’d have to do once you got home would be write up your proposal and share the plans with your staff. Victor clearly endorsed the idea, though he would likely demand you make a proper proposal for the sake of professionalism. 

“Thank you,” you murmured as you began checking blackberries to pick.

Victor picked berries with skill and precision beside you, clearly having done it before. “What for?”

“For bringing me here. You knew I was stumped for a new idea, didn’t you?”

He chuckled a little. “Dummy, I remember the things that you tell me. You said you wanted to do an episode about fresh food and that you weren’t sure how to go about it. I just made some calls.”

You stood on your toes to kiss his cheek. “Now I can make a perfect episode all about this. I have so many ideas.”

“I want a proposal by Friday.”

“You’re cruel!”

Victor huffed and held a blackberry up to your lips. “If you’re so excited about doing an episode about this place, writing up your proposal to give to me shouldn’t be a problem now should it?”

You eyed your fiance for a minute with a pout before pulling the blackberry from his fingers and into your mouth. It burst with a sweet, slightly tangy flavor. It was the tastiest blackberry you’d ever had! Though the sight of Victor’s slightly purple finger tips made it hard not to laugh.

“This is so tasty! You’ve got to try one-”

Victor cut you off with a kiss, his tongue dipping between your lips and into your mouth. You were blushing as he pulled away, a smirk on his face.

“You’re quite right.”

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[dnarez]

Chapter 8 - Beautiful

After cooking and eating together Keigo went home with a full stomach and a big smile in his face, he never had someone act so natural around him, it was refreshing it felt like home.

They exchanged numbers this time, he was pretty clear that he was seeing her like a little sister, so she wouldn't feel creeped out.

Both were in the same page about their friendship, which only made Keigo happier since normally people would only want something from him, but she was so nice and friendly, she sounded like she really saw him as her big brother, which again was very refreshing.

He totally would take her in if he could.

--------timeskip-------

Y/n walked to school the next day, Keigo had explained that flying was technically using her quirk so it was illegal since she didn't have a license.

She thought it was unfair having wings that now knew how to fly and not be allowed to.

On her way to U.A. someone poked her shoulder, when she turned around she saw a boy with half white hair and half red hair, he had mesmerizing bi colored eyes and a scar that brought a mysterious look to him, his clothing looking too basic for someone that handsome, before she could stop it her mouth and brain said the same thing at the same time.

"Beautiful..."

The handsome guy was stunned, he had gotten a lot of compliments all his life given who his father is, but never had someone called him that, he was fascinated by this girl's wings and wanted to ask a few questions, but now? Now he had lost his words.

They were like that for a few seconds until she realized what she had said what made her face go bright red and her wings from gray to pure pink.

"I'm so sorry! I-i.... BYE!!!!" She ran to school after that not stopping for nothing, even if she had already escaped the handsome boy, she was so embarrassed that almost ran over her best friend but fate was kind to her purple haired friend, and she realized that it was him just in time, being able to stop just in time.

"Woah! Calm down! What the fuck happened?? You almost killed me there!"

They were a few centimeters from each other, being able to smell each other's breath.

She was breathing heavily trying to make her it evens out, she smells like the fresh mint and cherry tea.

He sighed letting her being able to smell the coffee on his breath.

'Too close' Hitoshi blushed heavily and took a step back.

"S-sorry! I was running from a pretty boy and-"

"Pretty boy?"

"Well... more like handsome boy like... REALLY handsome" she got back to walking to school and Hitoshi was following behind her.

"Oh... yeah but... how did he look?"

"Oh! He had this beautiful hair that was half red and half white, he also had one gray eye and one blue eye, he truly was breathtaking!"

"Uhum" Shinso was feeling annoyed that she though so much of a random boy. "Was his voice also sweet like honey?" He smirked at his sarcastic remark.

"I don't know... I ran from him before he could say anything..." she looked at the ground ashamed

Hitoshi burst out laughing "why- hahahaha! Why would you do that???"

"I... Before he could tell me why he poked my shoulder I called him gorgeous... we both got embarrassed and I ran away" her face was bright red and her wings pure pink

Hitoshi keep laughing at her reaction thinking it was the cutest thing he ever saw.

She covered her face with her wings, he stopped laughing and put his hand on top of her  wing petting it.

"Damn! Why did you stay that?"

"I don't know! My mouth just did it without me noticing!" She puffed her cheeks and opened her wings a little to see him "and stop laughing! Or I won't lunch with you!"

"Ok ok sorry, now come out of ur shell and let's go"

--------timeskip-------

In the lunch line Y/n looked around looking for her other friends from 1-a.

"Hey bird brain, they won't come to school until next Monday remember?" Hitoshi got his food and walked to their usual table with her following him with a bento box on her hands.

"Oh yeah! I forgot about that" they sat down next to each other and started to eat "do you want some? I made takoyaki this time, today diner will be homemade ramen!" She told him cheerfully

"Yeah, sure..."

She poked the takoyaki and turn to him "now open up!" She got the food in front of his mouth

He blushed heavily "w-what are y-" before he could finish she forcefully feed him

"What did you think?" She asked worriedly.

He finished eating it "it's awful, so awful that you shouldn't eat it" he takes another takoyaki "I will make this sacrifice for you" she laughs and put all her takoyaki in his plate.

"I'm glad you liked it" she goes back to eating.

--------timeskip-------

By the end of the day they were leaving the school being accompanied by Haru.

"She's starting to get old... I think she won't be able to pick me up...." she petted the husky's head

"How old is she anyway?" He kicked a pebble that was in his way

"She's 8, I love her with all my heart, I also love Void with all my heart." She combed her hair with her fingers

"So... how is flying?" He rubbed his neck with his right hand, the silence wasn't uncomfortable, but he wanted to hear her talking more.

"I can fly now but it's illegal to use my quirk without supervision of a pro or a license" she sighed and looked up at him "I'm lucky that my big brother have the day off, He can help me practice".

"Big brother? Since when do you have a brother?" He stopped at a vending machine and put the cash on it

She stopped by his side "we... we aren't blood related, but He does help me a lot, so I'm thinking of calling him 'onichan' what do you think?" He got a cherry coke and some coffee, giving her the coke.

"I think it's weird but... he is a pro hero isn't he?" He opened the cool coffee and drank it.

She did the same and got back to walking slowly since Haru was getting tired. "Yeah he is..."

"What's his hero name?" He asked, while also slowing down to walk side by side.

He saw her lips moving but didn't understand "sorry, what"

"I said...." she was looking at the floor, her (h/c) hair making a curtain to hide her face.

"Can you speak louder? I still can't understand"

"Hawks.... it's Hawks...." she didn't see the surprised face he made

"Like... number three hero Hawks, or....?"

"Yeah... that one, I understand  if you don't trust me so... I have a picture to prove it" she got her cellphone from her pocket and looked in her gallery "here!"

She showed him a picture of her and Haws sitting on the couch, he had his gear off and was with his head on her shoulder smiling at the camera, she was with a big smile on her face and her head on his, their wings on the background both showing, his  red ones and her yellow ones.

"Damn... you will have a lot of help with your quirk won't you?" He petted Haru's head when they stop in front of her apartment

"Yeah! Do you want help with your body?" Her wings got lightly yellow

"Nope" he said popping the p "Don't need that kind of help when you got a quirk like mine"

She sighed "okay but if you change your mind please don't even think about going to someone else" she waved at him and got inside the gate with Haru "bye 'toshi, see you tomorrow!" She got inside, and he made his way to his house.

She unlocked the door and was surprised by the tasty smell of chicken and ramen. Making her way to the kitchen she was surprised by the scene.

Keigo cooking with casual clothing (picture on this chapter is his clothing), his feather all over the kitchen helping him cook and Void on top of his head looking what he was doing.

Keigo looked at the door and smiled seeing his little sister "hope you don't mind, I got in by the balcony window and since you still were at school I decided to make some food for us while waiting"

"I am home onii-chan!" Her wings full yellow and her smile super bright.

He looked at her surprised and gave her a bigger smile "welcome back one-chan" she got close to him right by his side, and he petted her head.

They truly had a place to call home now. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ........................................................

So... since it had 1 vote for Bakugo and 1 vote for Shoto I had to make the decision and I choose Shoto(as you could see in this chapter).

Also... happy birthday to me!!!!🎉🎉❤  (04/09)

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[kieraelieson]

Janus’s Birthday

Commission for @borrowedblue as a present for @infinimay

It was Janus’s birthday, and Remus could hardly contain himself! He was going to make Janus the very best birthday!!

He had several fun games planned, and even written out and everything! And he’d been just about to show the list to Janus when Thomas had summoned him.

Remus crossed his arms and pouted for a long minute, waiting on Janus to come back. And when he didn’t, he popped up in the real world, hidden beneath the couch.

“I’ll just need your help for a few hours,” Thomas was saying.

Remus plopped down on the floor, rather annoyed to hear them setting plans for he-didn’t-care-what.

Eventually he went back to the mindscape, folding up his list and tucking it inside his shirt. It wasn’t fair. It’d been hard to write big enough for Janus to read! And now it was wasted.

Well, he wasn’t letting his plans get ruined so easily. He was an evil mastermind! He wouldn’t let his plots be foiled!

He paced back and forth, ideas spilling from his brain into half-real phantoms, swirling around him waiting to be picked.

He had to choose something that didn’t take Janus’s time. A gift then, not an activity. Or gifts! No one said he was limited to one!

He thought carefully, and finally the memory blasted into his brain, shattering it into a million pieces. He scooped them back up and plopped them back into his head, fitting the top back on. And then he remembered normally. He’d drunk the rest of Janus’s snake oil a week ago. He could get him more!

He squished himself underneath Janus’s door to find the empty bottle. He clambered up to the top of his dresser where he kept his beauty things, leaving a slimy green trail. He had to look around for a bit before he remembered that he had the bag of slime in his back pocket, and he’d sat on it under the couch, breaking the bag. Well, Janus wouldn’t mind too much. It wasn’t the worst thing Remus had spilled in his room.

He looked around the dresser for the bottle, and saw a glass dome. He recognized it immediately as Roman’s handiwork, since it looked just like the one from Beauty and the Beast. And inside was a chocolate cupcake, decorated with gold frosting that glittered and with a single candle, burning already, but never burning out, probably thanks to the dome.

And that really was not fair! Roman’s present didn’t get ruined! Well he was going to do one better. He was going to make Janus a whole cake!

Remus got down, snake oil entirely forgotten, and ran to the kitchen.

Roman’s cupcake was almost certainly conjured, so Remus was going to make his cake from scratch!

He got up onto the counter and started conjuring ingredients small enough that he could use them. He tried to think of how big he wanted the cake to be. Definitely Janus-sized. He wanted it big enough that Janus couldn’t eat it all at once.

He looked in the cabinet, and found a cake pan. Or at least it was probably a cake pan. He set it on the counter and quickly realized that he would not be able to lift it when it was full.

So he conjured The Terror of the Seas! She was a giant man-eating squid, and one of his favorite creations! Usually she lived in the ocean of the imagination, but when he needed big help and Janus wasn’t around she was always happy to help him. The kitchen was too small for her, but her tentacles reached inside.

“Hey, Terror, wanna help me make a cake?”

Terror let out a crooning warble, which meant yes.

Remus grinned and petted the end of one tentacle before conjuring a big enough bowl and spoon.

“Ok, you just stir while I add things.”

It took thirty-seven him-sized bags of flour, and 23 bags of sugar, the eggs he just tried to use normal-sized, with quite a bit of help from Terror. And he needed to pick a flavor, which he thought about carefully while unwrapping all the tiny sticks of melty butter. He could go with chocolate, but Roman had already done that.

Oh. Oh! If he did it red velvet it would be chocolate and look like blood when it was cut into!

With that decided, he added chocolate and then gleefully poured bottle after bottle of red food coloring in until it was a perfect blood-color.

Terror helped pour it into the pan and put the pan in the oven. Remus happily pulled out another bowl. It was frosting time! The color was obvious. He was doing it green. Or black. Or both! Both was obviously the better idea.

First load after load of sugar, and then a bit more butter, and then mix. Terror was incredibly helpful with mixing. Then Remus put part of it into a different bowl, squirting green into it until it was just as perfect as he was.

The other bowl was black. As black as Janus’s cape, and Remus’s heart. He really had checked once to be sure his heart was black, and it was! Which made it easy to get the right color.

And then the cake was done! It was supposed to cool before frosting it, but Remus didn’t have that kind of time. A quick wave of his hand and the cake was perfectly ready.

Terror has to help a bit with frosting, but then he sent away. Decorating was all his!

The first thing to do was to put his Morningstar on it, of course. But that just didn’t look quite right. Remus stared at it for a long minute trying to figure out what it was.

Oh! It wasn’t edible! And there wasn’t nearly enough either. He picked it up and broke the handle off, and then tapped it, which made it into a candy. Then he just had to make more!

He set them all at the base of the cake, lining them up neatly, since it was for Janus, and Janus liked things neat.

Now what should be next? Again, it took barely any effort to realize that the obvious next step was eyeballs. He did make them candy too, though that made him more sad than making the Morningstar into candy. Eyeballs were already so perfect!

Some marshmallow fondant made into swirls was very nice to put on top, but it still needed a few finishing touches. A can of deodorant, a banana peel. Remus frowned. Something was still missing.

His eyes lit up as he realized. He grew two big tentacles to lift him up and set him on top of the cake without messing anything up. Now. Now it was perfect.

He snapped his fingers to clean up the cooking mess, and then again to replace the fishy smell Terror had left behind with whatever smell it was Janus used as cologne.

Remus surveyed everything. It was perfect. He just had to wait for Janus to get back.

And he didn’t even have to wait long! Just a minute later Janus entered the kitchen, looking a bit tired, and stopped as soon as he saw Remus.

Remus stuck out his tongue in a smile at Janus’s shocked expression. “Happy birthday!”

••^*^••

Part Two

••^*^••

Remus grinned as Janus’s shock morphed into happiness.

“What do you think?” He asked, spreading his arms wide to gesture to the cake.

Instead of answering, Janus picked Remus up, hugging him close. “I absolutely despise it. Thank you.”

“Aww, you’re a softie,” Remus teased. “And you also have frosting on you.”

Janus held him out at arms length, snapping to remove the frosting from the both of them.

Remus climbed up his arm to sit on his shoulder. “So what did Tomathy want?”

Janus pulled out two plates and forks, and got out a knife to carefully cut the cake.

“He had a surprise party to help with. He had to coordinate everything and call all the people involved. This particular party is more complicated than the usual, as some people were able to know some details, and had to know other details, but certain details needed to be kept from them. And these details shifted from person to person, making it quite a complicated web.”

“And not the kind of web Virgey likes,” Remus said. “So what was the best part? I want all the juicy stuff!”

Janus smirked, cutting into the cake carefully so that each piece had a swirl of marshmallow fondant.

“Of course, the most entertaining was getting the person who the party was for to come to the location without telling them why.”

He put the pieces on the plates.

“The first idea was to propose that it was merely for them to hang out with Thomas, but then came the difficulty of getting them to the correct house. So then I suggested that, as the owner of the house where the party will be hosted has a dog, that Thomas should claim to be dog sitting. Of course, then they were concerned that they would not be welcome in a house with the owner gone, which needed a lot of convincing to overcome. Finally I insisted that the owner would be back before they would need to leave, and that she would be interested in hanging out as well. That Thomas had left that detail out as it was uncertain how long she would be there, as her previous engagement had a variable time.”

Remus nodded in interest.

Janus set the plates down on the table, laying his hand next to one so that Remus could slide down to the table.

Then he sat down, and Remus wiggled happily, waiting for him to take that first bite.

“Just to confirm, this is all edible, yes?”

Remus crossed his arms, over exaggerating a pout. “Of course it’s all edible!”

Janus smiled in that way he did when he thought Remus was being cute, picking a forkful with an eyeball on it to eat first. His eyes closed with pleasure as he ate it, and Remus shimmied in a happy dance before digging into his own piece. It really was tasty. Would’ve been better if the eyeballs were real, maybe a little slime in the middle. But Janus seemed to like it quite a lot, and that made it perfect.

“What’s that?” Janus asked, and Remus looked down to see his list poking out of his shirt.

“Oh! That was my first idea.” Remus said, pulling it out.

“Can I see?”

Remus handed it over and continued eating cake.

“You were going to dance with me?”

Remus shrugged. “That one would only work if we got the shrink ray, but there isn’t enough time anymore before your birthday’s over.”

Janus got a weird look on his face, and then it smoothed into something perfectly serious. “Well, you know, my birth happened to span the midnight hours, so to be fair, my birthday ought to span two days.”

Remus jumped up, eyes sparkling. “So we can still do the list?!”

Janus suddenly smiled, and it was his genuine, excited smile. “There’s absolutely no way we could do that.”

Remus jumped up and down in little hops. “Eat your cake! Let’s go!”

Janus even ate quickly, instead of neatly, finishing off the piece quickly. He covered the rest of the cake and put it in the fridge.

“Let’s go.”

••^*^••

Remus had worked hard on that list, trying to think of things that Janus would genuinely like.

And this first one seemed perfect.

They were in a bathtub as large as an ocean, Janus reclining against the side, fully clothed, as both he and Virgil were wont to do. Remus had made himself quite a few more tentacles, and was terrorizing the little ships, occasionally helped by a splash from Janus.

The bubbles though Remus was most proud of. He’d used Janus’s shampoo as the base for the bubbles, and then made them semi-sentient so that they would climb up onto anyone’s head and face to make giant crazy hair and beards.

Janus’s hissy giggle when he caught sight of himself in the mirror was exactly the prize Remus was hoping for.

And then on to the next thing!

As soon as they were dry they were suddenly in a lab, and scientists were tearing Remus away as he screamed bloody murder. In order to rescue him, Janus had to convince the scientists that Remus was actually human sized, and had just been hit with their shrink ray.

Remus watched in awe as Janus talked circles around the scientists, until they thought that they were the small ones, somehow made bigger when they weren’t supposed to be.

The grin Janus flashed Remus when he was handed the shrink ray was absolutely blinding.

And then he shot himself with it, shrinking down to the same size as Remus.

As soon as he did, the world morphed around them until they were in a ballroom. Not a grand ballroom, no, that was something Roman might do. This was a small ballroom, off to the side of the grand ballroom, where they could distantly hear laughter and chatter and music.

A little group of rats with tiny instruments stood in the corner and started playing music.

“Remus, I love this,” Janus said, taking the lead in the dance.

Remus beamed. “I knew you would.”

He still stumbled a bit, (probably he should have practiced a bit more) but with Janus leading the dance was even kind of fun. It was a quicker dance, while still being simple, and Janus’s grin showed that it was also a perfect choice.

When they were both just a bit winded Remus snapped to morph the world into a calm study, jazzy music playing in the background.

Janus dropped into the large chair, letting out a long happy sigh and stretching. “Thank you.”

Remus kicked his feet up over the back of his chair, hanging his head down in the front. “Well it’s not over yet!”

Janus smiled again, small and genuine. “I think I’m ready to take a break, and finish off the list in the morning.”

“Ah, alright. I’ll go knock some heads in then until you wake up. Too much of this mushy and I’ll go crazy!” Remus said with a wild grin.

Janus smirked. “Never change, Remus.”

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[enkelimagnus]

Pork

Bucky Barnes Gen, 1777 words, rated T for Hydra shit

Jewish Bucky Barnes, pre TFATWS, post Endgame

Coming out of that disastrous therapy session, Bucky comes home and tries to deal with some of his feelings.

TW: mention of torture and death, of family member deaths.

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Part 6 of Making a Home - the Jewish Bucky series

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The door slams behind him as Bucky storms into his house.

He has lunch plans but Raynor’s words and eyes and behavior stick to the corners of his mind, sickening like too-sweet candy he shouldn’t have eaten. Except he didn’t even want to eat it. It was shoved into his forced-open mouth. He tried to spit it out but he couldn’t. It was too late. It was already clinging to his teeth.

He rips the gloves off of his hands, then the jacket off of his back. There is light in the room, the light from the outside streaming in through the one window he keeps unshaded. There is the tv, playing an endless loop of soccer. The green and the gold bounce against the glass protecting the Smithsonian postcard he put up on the wall.

Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, laughing at some stupid joke he can’t remember. He’s looking at Steve like he hung the moon, and in that moment, he knows that’s exactly how he felt about this sun-kissed Brooklyn kid.

It hurts to think about this picture. To see himself smiling like this. To know he was already Hydra’s, even if he thought himself free. To know he’d probably already lost Steve.

He forces himself to take a deep breath. The expanding of his lungs is uncomfortable.

Why is this upsetting to you?

Because I don’t get to have secrets. I don’t get to be a person. My mind is yours to tear apart and put back together and you’re just Hydra wrapped in star-spangled banner paper.

This isn’t the first time he’s come back from seeing Raynor feeling like there’s a vice-like grip on his heart.

She doesn’t care enough to do her job properly. She doesn’t care enough to do the paperwork to get him someone who will be good for him. So he’s stuck, because she can’t be fucked to make life less terrible for him.

No one fucking cares enough. Not Raynor, not the people at the VA, not his superiors in the taskforce. And not Steve.

The Smithsonian postcard is an insult. 4 dollars and change for a snapshot of a memory. 4 dollars and change and you can bring home Captain America and Bucky Barnes, and look at the card and think you know what it was like to be either of them in 1944. Best friends since childhood. Inseparable. Bullshit.

Bucky wants to tear that card from the wall and throw it away with all of his strength. But he doesn’t. He knows he’ll regret it. He knows he’ll hate himself for it. He’s supposed to keep loving Steve even if he’s gone. He’s supposed to think of him as this… beautiful, glorious, perfect man. He’s supposed to be okay with this.

He told him he’d be. He told him he would be fine, that he could go, that he’d manage.

And now it’s been a little over 2 months and he’s not fine. He’s not managing. And he wants to slap himself. He should have told Steve to stay. He should have told him he needed him. But he hadn’t. Because Steve wanted to leave, and Bucky’s always been the one to tell Steve to pursue what he wanted. Because he made sure he could afford those art classes by taking that second job on the docks, because he kissed his cheek and told him he was going to be famous one day. That he was going to be respected, too.

Bucky’s never been an obstacle in Steve’s way. And he wasn’t going to stop now. So he told him to go.

And now he wants to scream for him to come home to him. To come get him. To come rescue him from this horrible fucking life he’s made for himself.

He knows Steve won’t come though. He didn’t come in ‘45, when the Soviets got their hands on him. He didn’t come in ‘50, when Zola bought him from the Soviets, in the same breath he bought a bomb. He didn’t come in the following years, and eventually, Bucky forgot the name Steve.

Some nights, he hears his own begging. Steve, Ma, HaShem. No one came. No one saved him. And no one is going to save him now, in 2024. He’s going to drown in the sorrow of too many lifetimes.

What else can he do? Once his brain stops coming up with names to add to the list, what will he do?

He has no idea. And he doesn’t want to think of it. Once he’s not useful anymore, what will he be? The list is his expiration date. Sometimes, he hopes the names keep coming.

There is pent-up energy in his bones, but he doesn’t know how to get it out. It’s broad daylight, and he can’t go on a proper run right now. People will see. He has no desire to go into the military base’s gyms right now. He can probably go into the guest room and pull out the punching bag and rip it to shreds.

He doesn’t have a lot of time. Lunch is coming up. It’s Wednesday. One of the names on his list is waiting. He needs to do that. To fulfill the promises he made. It’s his purpose now.

He feels like an open wound, standing in his living room, bleeding out everywhere, burning and stinging with every miniscule spasm of muscle, every brush of air.

When he shows up at Izzy’s, Yori will ask what’s wrong with him, and he’ll lie. He can’t tell him. Yori thinks he’s just a sweet, if a little lost, guy. Moved away for a while, only recently came back to Brooklyn. Ex-military. All things that aren’t exactly lies. They aren’t exactly truths either.

Izzy’s a Japanese restaurant. The building it’s in is old, the kind of old that Bucky actually remembers. In his day, it was a butcher shop, a non-kosher one. Before his mother died, Steve would sometimes be sent to get some leftover pork trimmings from there, to thicken the soup. It smelled bad at the end of the day.

Now it’s a clean and chic place, all painted in dark colors. It’s busy at lunch time, every day. It’s also busy at dinner time, when he walks by on his way back to work. Sometimes, he grabs something to go.

He’s starting to know his way around a sushi restaurant’s menu. He’s not an enormous fan of the rice, so he usually orders those thin slices of fish, the sashimi. Izzy’s has this plate, red tuna and salmon with a side of seaweed salad. The red tuna has a meaty quality that surprised him at first, but he really enjoys it. It tastes thick and fat on his tongue. He surprises himself with the diverse arrays of foods his palate accommodates.

Thinking about the food, about Yori, and Leah, the lady that serves them at Izzy’s somewhat feels good. They’re relatively untouched by the horrors of his mind. At least for now. One day, he’ll have to tell Yori he killed his son.

For now, he wants to be a little selfish. Yori’s old. The kind of old that makes Bucky feel comfortable.

He still has to watch himself, make sure he doesn’t talk too much like an old man, that he doesn’t tell stories he shouldn’t know about. When he says things about the old Brooklyn he grew up in, he says they’re his grandfather’s stories. If no one looks too close at the details, it works.

It doesn’t help the weird distant feeling he has sometimes when it comes to his life. It pulls him away from it. As if it wasn’t really his life.

He guesses he has little in common with the James Barnes of the 1930s. A name. Some memories. Nothing else. His family’s gone, his neighborhood’s gone, his friend is gone, his shul is gone.

He eats sashimi now, with that spicy green paste - wasabi. He watches soccer on a tv in color that he can afford. He has a computer - that he doesn’t use - and a mobile phone. He’s a soldier. He never went to college.

He was smart, back when he was James Barnes. He could have gotten into university despite the quotas. That was what his father used to say. And then he died.

He departed years before Bucky lost his mind to Hydra. He was 16 the first time he led the family in Shabbos prayers. He remembers the quivering of his voice as he stood at the head of the table, in his father’s place, and recited kiddush. He remembers the tears in his ma’s eyes.

He remembers his father teaching him how to shave with steady hands. He asked him to shave him when Bucky was barely a man, before even his bar mitzvah. His hands still remember how to use both the safety razors and the straight-edged ones. Even with decades of Hydra, he remembers it. He’s thankful for that, because the clippers and electric razors people use now are out of the question for him.

The clock ticks and tocks, minutes melting away as he stands there lost in feelings and memories.

Suddenly, he’s late to meet with Yori and he almost runs to the restaurant where the old man sits at the counter like he always does, saving a seat for him.

“You’re late,” Yori points out and Bucky finds himself sheepish.

“Didn’t see the time.”

He takes his seat by Yori’s side. They talk about sports and the papers, and the obituaries. Bucky finds himself looking through the names and wondering if he knew any of them, if they were the loud kids from down the streets when he was a teenager.

Leah comes over with a smile. Today’s special is subuta.

“What’s that?” Bucky asks in a hushed voice to Yori as Leah walks away with a smile and lets them think through their options.

Yori leans back towards him. “Sweet and sour pork. Very tasty. Izzy’s the best in town. You should try it.”

“Ah,” Bucky sighs softly. “I don’t eat pork.”

It’s a lie. He’s eaten a lot of pork in his life. Pierce loved his bacon. But it’s also true. He hasn’t touched pork since he’s left Hydra. The smell of it cooking makes him think of Pierce. And there’s something inside of him that avoids it, even if he doesn’t keep kosher in any other way. He hasn’t ever announced it that way.

Yori nods quietly, not realizing what those four words mean.

There’s no way he can know. It’s Bucky’s secret.

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