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seb-reads31 · 2 years ago

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I have an idea that I would love to request but I want to request all of the Obey Me characters except for Lucifer and Belphegor. Only if you don't mind of course. My idea is that the Obey Me characters had a bad day so GN Reader wants to cheer them up. They're not so good with words as they're socially awkward but they decided to write a letter to read when he's alone (they're too embarrassed to be there when he reads it XD) about their good points & they would be there for him if he needs them. They also offered to do anything he wants to their ability or to leave if he wants space. Is this ok? Please tell me if you're not interested! Thanks!

Tw's - Kinda angsty, mentions of mammon being bullied, general sad boi hour for all of them, me bullying the brothers in Luke’s head canons because I will fight God himself to keep him safe and happy, self depreciating thoughts in Levi’s, Satan being called a copy, general bullying in all of the head canons to make it work ;-;, mentions of being stressed and burnt out in Diavolo, Barbatos, and Simeon’s head canons, mentions of a one night stand in Asmo’s head canons, special bullying towards Lucifer in Luke’s head canons hehehe,

Genre - hurt/comfort

Type - Head canons

Comments - This is such a cute idea!! 🥹 This is absolutely okay anon, so cuteeee, I already have ideas flowing. The rest are under the cut! <3 I need to make a hurt/comfort label now

Comforting words

Mammon:

💸 He was more than likely upset after his brothers started bullying him like usual for something he didn't do

💸 Normally it wouldn't affect him but today was just one of those days where it really got to him

💸 Now, he would probably be held up in his room to get away from his brothers and their ridiculing

💸 I would imagine that MC, being the shy thing they are, would spend like, and hour or 2 writing a note, out it in an envelope, then slides it under Mammon's door with a little knock, and runs away quickly so they wouldn't be seen

💸 Mammon, on a normal occasion would've told the person at the door to go away, assuming it was one of his brothers, but they normally just bust in

💸 You were the only one that knocked in this house (other than Lucifer... mostly) so he got up from wherever he was and opened the door to find no one there

💸 He would go to look up and down the hallway but as he did so, his foot bumped into the letter, and he gave it a curious look

💸 It was a plain envelope with the words "Read me" on it. He picked it up then shut his bedroom door returning to his original spot to read the letter

💸 And once he did, he. Balled.

💸 This man was sobbing, didn’t even finish the letter with how overwhelmed with comfort and happiness just from this note you sent to him.

💸 He fell in love all over again, you managed to make this poor demon fall in love with you twice, The Great Mammon is wrapped around your finger

💸 He immediately decides to buy you a ton of gifts and cute stuff you would like, fight me

Leviathan:

🎮 Today was a bit of a rough day for the poor otaku

🎮 He missed a limited edition merch drop he had been waiting for for about 4 months, lost a tournament by a couple of points, and his self-loathing thoughts had started to mess with him and affect his gaming abilities

🎮 You were supposed to come to his room for an anime marathon you both were really excited for, but when you got there, you heard.. crying..?

🎮 You slowly and quietly opened the door to see Levi rubbing his eyes harshly with shaking hands. He didn’t hear you open his door over his cries, and luckily he didn’t

🎮 Just like before with Mammon, you spent about an hour writing a note for him to read, and some of his favorite snacks along with the note, you placed them outside the door this time and knocked, running away yet again (this may get repetitive)

🎮 He quickly rubbed the tears running down his face and cleared his voice, starting to ask for the password, only to be met with silence

🎮 He sniffed and walked to his bedroom door, looking up and down the hallway when something on the floor caught his attention

🎮 He noticed that his favorite snacks and a letter. Like before, he grabbed the note (and snacks) and retreated back into his room

🎮 This poor otaku also starts crying while reading the letter poor babies-

🎮 He also decided to get you something you really wanted, whether it be an autograph from the voice actor of your favorite character, some merch of your favorite character, or a game you’ve been wanting for a while now

🎮 I can already see him writing you a note back as well as a thank you because he’s also on the shy and anti-social side as well, but he would actually give you it in person with a giant blush on his face.

Satan:

🧶 Satan got caught smuggling a cat into HoL again, and got his spell book privileges taken away.

🧶 Obviously very salty, but that wasn’t the worst of it. Someone in RAD had called him a copy of Lucifer, and that he was just the embodiment of his anger. It really got to him, and he held himself up in his bedroom to read his frustrations away to the best of his ability, knowing that if he did Lucifer would scold him again.

🧶 You noticed his mood and asked his brothers what had happened, and luckily Beel was in the same class as Satan when that demon said that.

🧶 You immediately felt bad, and came up with a small plan to make him feel better, but this plan included asking Lucifer permission to at least allow him (and you) to take cats in and foster them until you both can find their forever homes

🧶 It took a lot of convincing (and courage, but you were determined to help Satan feel better) on your part, but he eventually caved and gave you permission!

🧶 You very quickly walked around the Devildom (with one of the brothers that wasn’t Satan) to find a cat. It took a bit but you eventually found one, a small kitten who looked absolutely adorable! You went to a nearby pet store to get some supplies for the precious baby and future cats. You also bought the kitten a collar (You’ll see why here in a second)

🧶 You quickly brought the kitten home, and wrote a small letter for Satan like normal, and put it on the kittens collar. You carried them to Satan’s bedroom door and got them to sit. You quickly knocked on the door then ran away.

🧶 Satan grumbled as he walked up to the door, ready to tell whoever it was to go away, but was met with a mostly empty hallway. He hadn’t even noticed the kitten until he heard a small meow below him, and finally saw the small kitten and the envelope attached to their collar.

🧶 He looked at the kitten curiously as he picked them up, grabbing the note from their collar, taking them back inside his room

🧶 He sat down with the kitten in his armchair, placing them in his lap (they got comfortable very quickly) and opened the note

🧶 He was very happy to read your letter, and was ecstatic when he learned the news of Lucifer allowing you two to foster cats until they get a new home, he was a tad bit sad that he couldn’t keep them but this was a good compromise for him

🧶 He knew immediately that he needed to take you to somewhere as thanks for what you did for him today <33

Asmodeus:

😘 Asmo wasn’t feeling the best today. Normally he feels absolutely amazing and on top of the world, but today was just an off day for him, and he didn’t feel as beautiful as he normally does

😘 On these days, he would normally go to the spa, shopping, or to a club. But today he just didn’t want to get out of bed, not event to do his morning skin care routine

😘 Everyone noticed that he wasn’t at breakfast, but didn’t think too much of it, mostly assuming that he had a one night stand with some random demon after he went to The Fall

😘 The rest of the brothers just chalked it up to that, but you knew better. You were actually with him a majority of the night watching romcoms in his room, so you would've known if he went to The Fall

😘 After breakfast, you went to his bedroom and knocked on the door, asking if he was alright, but the only response that you were given was Asmo telling you that he wasn't feeling well, and didn't want to be bothered

😘 His tone of voice was sad.. and scratchy, as if he had been crying..

😘 You didn’t know what had happened, if anything, but you had a feeling that Asmo wasn’t quite feeling like himself, and so you decided to write him a note who would’ve thought-

😘 While you write the note, you decided to grab one of his other brothers so you could go to one of his favorite spa and set up an appointment for him later on when he was feeling up to leaving his room again

😘 You mentioned that in the note, then put it in the envelope, sliding it under Asmo’s door, knocking on it softly before running away as quietly as possible

😘 He sniffed, wiping away any lingering tears as he went to open the door, but stopped when he saw the note on the ground, and just like the rest of his brothers, he opened the envelope and read the letter

😘 Also a crier but he’s Asmo, he cries the pretties out of all of his brothers <33

😘 He almost immediately gets ready, doing his morning routine, makeup, and getting dressed in slightly comfier clothes for the spa, then went to find you and invite you to the spa with him as a thank you for doing all of this for him

Beelzebub:

🍔 Beel was more than likely yelled at my Lucifer for eating everything in the fridge again, or lost a couple of his Fangol games in a row, or got in a fight with Belphie (if that's even possible 💀) and now he's sad

🍔 You noticed that he was pouting in his classes throughout the day, and asked one of the brothers what happened

🍔 They told you and you wanted to find a way to cheer him up, but because of your shy nature you did the only thing you could think of take a guess

🍔 So, you wrote the note full of comfort, and even went out to Hell's Kitchen Gordon Ramsay, that you? to get him some of his favorite foods off of the menu

🍔 Beel was too busy being sad that he couldn't smell the delicious food outside of his door until you knocked on it just go with it for my sake

🍔 He immediately followed the heavenly smell and saw a big bag of food with a note on top of it

🍔 He more than likely read the note while eating some of the food, and felt comforted by how much you cared about him to get him his favorite foods and to write him a note

🍔 He definitely went to your room to share the food you got, but didn't mention the note so he didn't embarrass you cause he knew about your shyness <3333

Diavolo:

👑 More than likely super stressed with all of his duties piling on top of him repeatedly

👑 And the stress caused him to be a little burnt out and sad because he didn't have any free time to relax and unwind

👑 You two would normally would have some small tea parties which mostly consisted of you, Diavolo, Barbatos, and on occasion one of the other exchange students

👑 You two mostly spoke about the program, your classes, and how it was living with the brothers

👑 But recently, Dia hasn't been available enough to have your small tea parties

👑 You messaged Barbatos asking about Dia, and he told you about his situation

👑 You immediately felt bad for him and decided to make him a small note to encourage him to work hard but to take care of himself most of all

👑 You walked up to his castle with the note in hand, knocking on the large door and waited for Barbatos to answer patiently

👑 When he did, he was slightly surprised, although he didn't show it, he asked what you needed, but you just handed him the letter and asked him if he could deliver it to Dia for you

👑 This was one of the bravest things you did, and Barbatos couldn't help but give you a small pat on the head, reassuring you that Diavolo would be very happy to receive the letter

👑 Once you went back to the HoL, Barbatos went to deliver your letter with a small smile, which confused Dia, especially when Barbatos told him to take a break for the next hour

👑 He opened the letter and recognized your handwriting immediately, and began to read

👑 He was very motivated, and finished his work not too long after an hour long break just so he could do something for you as thanks for the much needed motivation and comfort

Barbatos:

🍵 This poor man is also burnt out ;-;

🍵 Diavolo's birthday was soon and that was a very important event in the Devildom

🍵 So he's been planning, contacting catering companies for different things, planning decorations, etc etc

🍵 He had barely gotten any sleep because he needed this to be perfect for the young prince

🍵 You two would often bake together with the addition of Luke (because you couldn’t handle being alone with him but shhh)

🍵 You (and Luke) had tried to see if Barbatos was free earlier in the month (yes a month was needed to prepare Diavolo’s birthday, everything has to go perfectly smooth after all) but he said that he wouldn’t be available until after the celebration

🍵 On occasion, you would message Diavolo asking how Barbatos was doing, and normally he would say that Barbatos was doing fine and was doing great with the preparations, however, one day he said something different..

🍵 Diavolo had said that he was worried about Barbatos, there were bags under his eyes, he was yawning constantly, and sometimes he would even fall asleep while standing. Whenever he brought it up and mentioned that he should take a break, Barbatos would say no and that he was just fine and didn’t need a break

🍵 You immediately felt bad for Barbatos, but knew that if you tried to help him at all he wouldn’t let you saying that “You’re a guest here in our realm, I wouldn’t want to burden you with such trivial things.”

🍵 You wanted to help, but the only thing you could think of to help him, even the slightest was, you guessed it, a letter!

🍵 It took you a bit longer than the rest, to really drive the point home because he’s more stubborn than a mule 😃 I love Barbs so much but I can see him being incredibly stubborn

🍵 The next time Lucifer had a meeting with Diavolo, you kindly asked him if he could give Barbatos this letter from you, and luckily he didn’t question it but you feel like he knew what was in the letter from the small smirk he gave you as he agreed..

🍵 Barbatos had received the letter after the meeting, giving Lucifer a tired yet confused look but accepted the letter

🍵 Later on, almost 4 in the morning he finally decided to read the letter before he got about 2 hours of sleep

🍵 However, as he read the letter, he felt comforted, and the sudden need to sleep more than he was originally planning to, and possibly longer with the permission of Diavolo it was immediately given

🍵 That day he spent sleeping and taking better care of himself, and was more conscientious about his mental and physical health as he worked on the rest of the preparations for Diavolo’s birthday, he even found enough time so you and him could bake something together alone and away from Luke for once

Simeon:

✒️ Simeon had been having writers block for the past few weeks, and he was starting to get a little burnt out while trying to come up with something for the next chapter in his book

✒️ Simeon was one of the calmer people(?) in the Devildom so you were more comfortable around him, and less fidgety and nervous. He just has that vibe, fight me

✒️ You two would often sit in Purgatory Hall whether it would be in his room or the living room talking about your favorite books together. You would occasionally give him some ideas for his books and inspire him, but even with your random thoughts, nothing would truly inspire him enough to write something that he would really like

✒️ You had noticed his slight frustrations when it came to not being able to write anything thanks to his writers block, and wanted to give him some slight encouragement by writing out a couple of new ideas and where they could lead along with comforting words and reminding him to take care of himself and to take breaks when needed

✒️ You asked Luke if he could give Simeon the letter with the promise of making some human world desserts as a small payment not that he really needed that because he also noticed how upset Simeon was about not being able to write

✒️ He was feeling both inspired and encouraged by your words, enough so to write about 3 chapters, along with an outline for about 5 more manz really was inspired, good job hooman 👍

✒️ It took a little bit less than a week for him to finish the first draft of the book, and because you encouraged him so much, he decided to let you read it first and give your thoughts on it. He even bought you some of your favorite snacks in the Devildom, and some other snacks from the Celestial Realm he thought you might like as well as a small thank you

Luke:

🐶 My personal opinion, you wouldn’t be super nervous or shy around Luke because he’s just too sweet to be shy around him, he’s like a little brother to me personally, so I don’t see you writing a note to him to comfort him but back to the reason why he was upset 😭

🐶 Luke had been teased a lot more by the brothers than usual, and was starting to genuinely feel upset about it, he is technically a child after all

🐶 He was constantly on the verge of tears whenever the brothers went too far, but he was too proud to actually speak up about it not that any of the brothers would actually stop I feel like

🐶 It finally took you asking him one day when Solomon and Simeon were out and about and asking you to watch over him for a bit, and he started crying

🐶 You immediately wrap him up in a hug and rub his back comfortingly until he calms down with a small apology for crying like that but you immediately shush him and say that he has nothing to apologize for and that the brothers should be apologizing for teasing him to the point that he’s crying

🐶 Children can be sensitive about things, and this is what bothers him the most and it didn’t help that they didn’t stop when he asked them to

🐶 When he finally calmed down, you offered to get some cookies from a nearby bakery with either Barbatos or Diavolo because the last thing you wanted to do was ask one of the brothers to go out into the Devildom with you after they caused Luke to cry 😤

🐶 Both Diavolo and Barbatos were confused, but you told them that you would explain later because you didn’t want to upset him after he finally calmed down and was happy and excited about going to the bakery

🐶 While at the bakery, you silently explained to Diavolo what had happened because Barbatos was entertaining Luke and grabbing him a couple of pastries and sweets to help him feel better

🐶 Diavolo had a small glare in his eyes as you told him, and once you finished he gave you a small nod, telling you that he would solve this issue later on today once Simeon and Solomon were back

🐶 Let’s just say, Lucifer wasn’t the one doing the scolding today. It was Simeon and Diavolo combo, for 7 HOURS. Why? Simeon was incredibly upset and Diavolo didn’t appreciate the fact that they were teasing a child despite that he was very visibly upset. HA, TAKE THAT LUCIBIT-

🐶 Anyways~ Luke was never called a chihuahua or anything dog related after that. And if he was their father forbid if you, Simeon, or Diavolo caught wind of it

Solomon:

🪄 It took a lot to really upset Solomon, and even then he wouldn't show it because of how good he is at covering up

🪄 I think one of the things that would truly get to him is not being able to find the right ingredients for a potion or spell he's been working on for about a century or so

🪄 However he would figure something out, he does have pacts with 72 demons after all, one of them knows something or another or has a connection

🪄 So I don't personally think he would be so upset to the point where he'd need a note to comfort him

🪄 And yes, I believe immortality can get lonely for him sometimes, but he has made friends in the Devildom and Celestial Realm who will be there with him because they're also immortal, to an extent at least from my knowledge

Notes - I really wish that I could've come up with something for Solomon but he seems really chill and a good problem solver. Beel was the most difficult one to come up with though, took me a solid hour alone ;-; but it was worth it 💪 and yes, there was necessary brother bashing in Luke's. This was a lot of fun though! Thank you anon, and I hope you like it!

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lets-zofifi-stuff · 2 years ago

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Plex Gossip

I just found it on my disc. I wrote a fanfiction for Solar Lunacy by @bamsara and forgot?! I decided it's boring and never showed it to anybody but now i reread and it's not so bad?

It's just a short crack fic set somewhere in one of the ealier chapters.

It is a group chat session of five staff members of Megapizzaplex

And they are gossiping about the Reader

I initially thought I am going to wite those on the ENTIRETY of SL but in later chapters everybody got fired so...

Enjoy?

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Dave123:

yall remember that newbe that got hired recenly?!

5mind:

no?

Dave123:

you know

the one that always looks like they're gonna pass out or start yelling?

that one?

troublet:

we all look like that

sometimes

some of us more often than others

Dave123:

often seen chasing steffs around

trying to get off the socks stuck on them?

5mind:

socks with magnets

THE PLAGUE

steffs rest in pieces XD

broz4urus:

is this the one that always gets their cleaning cart stuck in places? :/

Tris:

Always? I only saw that happen once.

broz4urus:

i twice

they are on a warpath with that cart :D

Dave123:

Yeah! thats them!

Does anybody know their name?

5mind:

no?

troublet:

nope

broz4urus:

nada!

Tris:

I don’t think I've ever seen them talk to anybody, actually.

Do they know about the group chat?

5mind:

I don’t think so?

somebody would have to tell them first, no?

troublet:

what about thm

Dave123:

Have you noticed they are spending a lot of time in the daycare?

broz4urus:

dude why are you stalking some kid XD

Dave123:

im not!!!

i just noticed thatss all

troublet:

why do you think they are spending too much time in the daycare?

Dave123:

that damn banners in DC are always getting busted somehow

troublet:

wh do u think they r spending too much time in the dc

Dave123:

one of them begin to flicker

at least once per week

who do yall think has to fix it?

troublet:

would you just answer

Dave123:

ME! thats who

im heading there right after closing

to fix yet another damn banner

again

so karens would stop being hysterical

broz4urus:

dude XD

Dave123:

about epilepsy hazard

and newbie is always there

get it?

every

single

time

Tris:

Epilepsy is real, Dave. >:(

5mind:

so dude likes to take a break in a place

that is quiet and covered in pillow mats

so what

Dave123:

but is it really about mats?

daycare attendant is always around them somewhere

jumping around like crazy

broz4urus:

isn’t he always like this?

troublet:

not really?

it is jumpy true

but it hates employees usually

Dave123:

especially techs

troublet:

if u think it hates techs u should see what it does to daycare assistants

Tris:

Is there a position like that?

troublet:

not anymore

Dave123:

im telling you something is up with them

they only spend time with DA

5mind:

well i saw them talking to monty the other day

Dave123:

see?

Who is hanging out with Monty these days?

that bot is crazy!

5mind:

hmh always trashing his room

or himself

do you know he did that again?

Dave123:

Is it the Big Bucket time already?

troublet:

no it was an elevator this time

i know bc i had to put him together

took us all day

he was a salt mine all the way through

5mind:

LOL an alligator vs the elevator

i swear

it’s even better than the BB time

troublet:

better for WHO

broz4urus:

hey! Monty is a cool dude.

stop that >:(

5mind:

u only says that bc u don have to work near him

i was relieved to have a day long break from his mood swings

he and the newbie got into some serious fight i heard

Mont said something about trashing them into a garbage chute

i think

Tris:

He did what?!

5mind:

well he didn’t ACTUALLY trash them

tbh

he just threatened

Tris:

I did not know they are allowed to say things like that?

troublet:

you have no idea

5mind:

you are working with mr. goody two shoes Fredbear

dad friend to end all dad friends

the ultimate cinamonroll

broz4urus:

I DARE to disagree

DJ is the ultimate cinamonroll

i miss him

Tris:

David, be honest with us.

Is this going to be another crazy conspiracy theory of yours?

Dave123:

and what do you mean by another?!

Tris:

Another like the one about a previous arcade assistant

who got crazy because of the arcades?

Dave123:

but he did!

that is a fact!

he stopped leaving the building for the nights

and he was spitting gibberish about needing to rescue a princess!

5mind:

it only proves that he was unstable

he was probably not taking his medications or smth

broz4urus:

tbh

some of the machines ARE getting weird sometimes

but you also said that the plex is on the ruins of some old pizzeria

like, underground pizza? come on! ;D

Tris:

If the newbe is always in the Daycare right after the closing,

they probably have tasks to do there, just like you.

Why is this even so important?

Dave123:

what tasks? cleaning?!

that bot can clean the whole playground it a second

the only reason they would give that task to a newbie

would be if the weirdo was slacking off on purpose

5mind:

or sent the request

they can do that

sometimes I wonder why can’t we

troublet:

we can

they’re just gonna ignore us

5mind:

the poor coffee machine will never come back to life ;(

Dave123:

but it will stay in our hearts U_U

but i am just saying

the daycare is pretty self sufficient, yes?

it only needs for someone to get the trash and laundry out

and the fresh supplies in

thats it

you don’t need to sit there for hours

unless you wanna

Tris:

Okay, let’s be over with it.

What are you saying they are doing there?

Dave123:

dating

5mind:

LOL!!!

troublet:

you can’t be serious

Tris:

Well, there are many people who are into animatronic really.

Especially the Glamrocks.

broz4urus:

poor Roxy

she gets a ton of weird fanart

Dave123:

I am 1000% serious

telling you, they are totally into bots

5mind:

or are u projecting

Dave123:

fuck you man

broz4urus:

stop stalking Dave!

Tris:

I agree. You are being creepy.

5mind:

you are jealous because Roxy rejected you that one time

Dave123:

okay y’all can fuck off

People of the drama:

Dave123

General tech, gossiper, conspiracist

Text style: frantic

DCA used pronouns: it/its

broz4urus

Arcade assistant, chill guy

Text style: funny

DCA used pronouns: he/his

5mind

Monty’s handler, confused, jokester

Text style: lazy

DCA used pronouns: it/its

troublet

Animatronic tech, experienced, bitter

Text style: tired

DCA used pronouns: it/its

Tris

Freddy’s handler, fairly new, good girl, polite

Text style: tidy

#zofifi's post #zofifi's writing #solar lunacy #short story #fnaf security breach #fnaf daycare attendant #daycare attendant #fnaf fanfic #do you think i should post it on AO3

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impybutt · 2 months ago

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Blue Pen is his default journal colour simply because he fell so hard for his own wholesome masculinity that I decided he can be as mean as he wants in an emergency.

Introducing Soft Touch, human name: René.

I had to cap his busted horn with yellow gold, for the conductive properties, otherwise he's just WAY too sensitive to spirit activity.

We're sober as a nun right now, Michél (blorb name: Weaver) is just WAY too German to not be frothing with rage at all times. NEO NAZIS!? ON MY MOTHERLAND!? POINT ME AND FIRE, I THOUGHT WE SOLVED THIS IN THE 40S WITH HITLER'S LITERAL SUICIDE

Thankfully René is still Convict enough to remember that Australia is a British penal colony, and white guys need to mind our manners. Mum is brown enough to be Roma, try the other side of the Berlin wall.

Ugh. Sigh. Did you know that some white people change colour after birth? We could have passed for Mexican before the blue eyes and blond hair. It took a couple months.

Remind them that I get Locked In syndrome and my paralysis demon is a dead tuxedo cat, Dominic buried him with her bare hands after he was put down. Tail up for the beetles, and everything.

It was a Fae burial, but I think all feral cats are Fel :3 He gave Mishy a tear to mlem before it was time to go 💙

... Wait, I just remembered They have Husky energy and a Doberman shaped blorb. Y'all heard this over the phone once, Ahem:

TUXEDO CAAAAAAAAT!

Don't let your homunculus get lost in the back rooms! If you see Crooked Man, that's René without his mask on, he's horrifying to behold! Lord Beelzebub's Ghost speaks Fly because he's Golgothan!

Shout out to The Real Rohunt for teaching us how to argue Critical Race Theory.

I wasn't going to bother waiting for the Scots to stop killing each other over the privilege of being the best at killing each other. Germans are introverted. Dame Maggie Smith would know what's up.

ay yo waddup young Greenman 😎

SNOOP I'M-- oh, wait. That baby harness XD Mate I remember what YOU said about Trump. Donald Glover probably has you by the testicles, where do you think he learned Monkey Takes the Peach if not the East Indies?

aaaAAAAND SNATCH

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depressedhatakekakashi · 1 year ago

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So Kakashi had to make a whole ass farm to keep up his lie with Teacher Gai in GOS, did he get Tenzo/ Sakumo/ choji to help him make the thing and keep up the act? Like:

Kakashi: And these are my pigs whom I feed them....4 times a-

Choji: *invisible* 1-2!!!

Kakashi: Twice a day! And these are my sheep who I shear ...once a week-

Choji: YEAR! *Whisper!*

Kakashi: year! *cough cough* excuse me.

Gai: Wow sounds like a lot of work! OH! DOGS!

Kakashi: Yes those are for the sheep hearding-

Bull: *TACKLES GAI FOR KISSES!*

Kakashi: As you can see they're very bad at following instructions♡

Gai: *laughing while being loved on by big boys!!!*

(Just...Kakashi failing upwards with farming XD.)

Also how interesting would it be that after Gai dies and Kakashi stops playing farmer, he sold off his farm to the 1st bidder and left. Then 4 generations later, his human ma or pa are born there!

(Also how hilarious is it that he faked it as a god, and then lived it as a human.)

Ok but the farm ending up back in his families hands is so cute 😭😭😭

As for how Kakashi runs the farm, i think he’d have done his research in how to care for the animals and plants. Man doesn’t half ass anything he does.

I have a fic From the Ground up where Choji helps him build and grow the plants in time for harvesting season because Gai offered to bring his students out to help with harvesting XD

Kakashi has the information he needs to grow everything himself after that, though Tenzo and Choji check in on his farm to make sure it’s not dying when he’s bust with his actual work

But man needed a quick fix to not actually having a farm when he told Gai he had a farm and would be busy for harvesting season XD

#GOS AU #God of Storms au

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diospore · 7 months ago

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Hey i dont know u at all but i saw ur post so here i am. My family didn't have any questions when I came out bc they didn't know what to ask or what it was really so I think some very clear definitions and myth busting are a good place to start. Make sure you're very clear about what changes for them: "I want you to call me this name/use these pronouns now". Show them how to use those pronouns in a sentence, how to use them to talk about you, even if they're common ones. Maybe start by asking them what they know or have heard about being trans to get an idea of things you can clarify. Don't get too into every single identity out there, be very broad and general because this is usually overwhelming for cis people. You dont have to water down your identity at all or get into infighting or anything, just start out explaining it like you would to a kid. Sometimes you have to ask questions to get questions, too. They might be worried that you've changed and are a different person now, but tell them the ways in which you are still the same, and maybe some stuff in the past that pointed to this (if any). Very important: tell them who they can tell, who they can't tell, or who they can if they want but you don't care. Be extremely clear, don't waffle or minimize this. Try to explain that this part is about your safety. Not sure what your family is like at all but if you know they'd be supportive and are just a bit uninformed that's my advice. Hope it goes well :)

Thanks! Definitely going to use this as a guide

I took a nap and had a dream about Undertale so I might actually use RPG maker and Undertale assets

Idk why I'm such a nerd and wanting to do it that way. Before I had settled on a meme but I realized questions would happen XD

I tried to come out once years ago to one person who I thought was going to be supportive and I immediately bombed the first question and then they didn't believe me so back in the closet I went lol

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cars2-renaissance · 7 months ago

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AGSHAJGDJAJDGAJAJ OH MY GOD

!!!!!!!!!! No I don’t mind at allllll!!!

This totally takes me back to my childhood when I used to stay up every night thinking up cars 2 headcanons and fic!!! As a kid, I was CONVINCED they were secretly keeping Leland locked up in one of the legs of the oil rig! 😭😭😂😂

Ahhhhhhh yesssssss!!! Omg long yap incoming:

This headcanon tickles my brain!! OOOH I LOVE IT!! The angst, the torture, yum!!! Omg the idea of them having faked Leland’s death to throw Finn off then secretly keeping him alive to torture him for information is something my nine year old self would have EATEN UPPPP(pfffft I’m eating it up right now XD) but yessssss Zündapp totally has history with Finn and Leland!! Like he recognized Finn IMMEDIATELY on the oil rig from like 50 feet up with the glare of the flare stack behind him and everything! This motherfucker was WAITING for Finn to get there. (And no, I don’t think Leland cracked and told them who his accomplice was. Zündapp just knows that where Leland is, Finn is not far behind.) YES YES YES!!! They totally would have found Leland after Axelrod got busted omghggg

OKAY! I have a headcanon for how Leland is alive too!! :D

So Torque was definitely on the oil rig that night that Finn came to rescue Leland. He was most likely there when they caught Leland. (I also have a hc that Torque knows Finn and Leland too and would’ve recognized him but I digress) He could’ve heard that they caught this agent so shows up and is like “hey fellas, I got this one.” So gets them to let him continue the interrogation on his own then he flips off his disguise and is like wtf Leland?!!

So he knows he has to sneak him out of there. There’s a trash compactor on board so he uses his spare disguise—which is a physical thing, not a hologram—to scan Leland and puts the disguise on a wheelbarrow or something then runs that into the car compactor. And voila! There’s a crushed up car that looks just like Leland would have! He hides Leland in another crate so he can sneak him off the rigs later then tells the other lemons “hey! Look what I did to that crummy agent! I killed him haha!” And they’d be mad cause he didn’t get any information out of him but it’s too late to do anything about it.

Then we get the unloading scene and damn, Finn had to be there and saw that so he goes ballistic and starts shooting them up but Torque can’t break his cover to tell Finn it was a mistake. Finn takes off and Torque has to run back to the boats to keep up his cover. By the time he gets back, the crate Leland was actually in is empty! But he can’t ask about it without risking his cover so he just had to act like nothing happened.

The lemons got to the crate first and found Leland. Zündapp figured out real fast that they had a traitor among them who helped him so they keep it super quiet to try and find the mole but it’s pretty easy to figure it out cause Torque was the only one who asked to be alone when interrogating him. Zündapp plans to take Torque to Tokyo to try and catch his contact then kill him.

As for Leland, they tell him that Finn was killed then throw him in the leg of the oil rig. He’s already roughed up but the saltwater down there eats him up.

The events of Cars 2 take place. Torque gets caught and killed before he’s ever able to tell Finn what really happened but they do catch Axlerod in the end. The oil rigs get cleared out and as the feds are going through them, lo and behold, there’s a little red Jaguar in the bottom of one of the legs. He’s barely alive but he’s there.

That’s so cool that we had similar ideas of what could’ve happened but totally different methods! I love that!

Omg and the train scene!!!! UGH!!!!!! That scene is so heart wrenching. I think one of the reasons Finn got on so well with Mater and put so much into solving the case is cause he related to how much Mater cares about the cars around him (though Mater shows it much more openly than Finn does.) and in the end, the case turned into them trying to save McQueen, Maters best friend: a sad parallel to the opening of the movie when Finn is trying to save his best friend and ultimately failed. (OMG CARS TWO IS SO POETIC AND TRAGIC AND BEAUTIFUL!!! HOW CAN ANYONE HATE THIS MOVIE????😱)

But back to my point: we’re shown time and time again how much Finn cares about the vehicles around him. Everyone he meets, he befriends!! From mater and Holley to the fricking crabbing boat at the beginning of the movie!! And he keeps that so so guarded. He can snap himself back into action in a second! But for that second, you can see it on his face, you can see it in his eyes. God, I need to make an entire post on Finns micro expressions throughout the film. It’s actually incredible how well the animators kept his emotions juuuust below the surface but if you pay attention, you can see them and then SIR MICHAEL CAINE, YOU DID NOT HAVE TO GO THAT HARD WITH YOUR VOICE ACTING! Oh my godddddd you’re so right with how he softens his voice. You can tell he’s dropped his act and is being sincere UGHHHHHHH and that opening scene on the oil rig when Finn comms Leland to tell him he’s there and he’s all formal but then Leland doesn’t respond and he drops the formalities, going straight to his first name and I SWEAR you can hear his voice soften when he says Leland’s name.

*inconsolable weeping*

That’s the moment I shipped them. 13 years ago, little old me, sitting in that theater who didn’t even know what shipping was or understand any of it. But that line. The way he said Leland’s name and the look on his face when he saw what had happened to him. That did it for me.

This uhh… this came out to be a little bit longer than I meant it too 😅 I just can’t shut up about them

the last transmission

shmol leland as a bonus because yea

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ducknotinarow · 2 years ago

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Casey: okay now before you go and get jealous hear me out

Raph: case? I trust ya

Casey: .... oh

Casey: so your not gonna get jealous?

Raph: oh no I'm still jealous come on Casey growth takes time just be happy I know you know a good thing when you got it and that you know you'd be lost with out me.

#muse| hamato rapheal #aflockoffeathers #[ if you jump off a bridge its only cause i did first aflockoffeathers]#((i feel ot fit all verses which is why i didnt color code it))#((xD i just heard this and it had me busting out xD))

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satinsatan420 · 3 years ago

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Down the Drain pt.2

I'm at work and I have nothing else to do, so here is part 2! xD

TW: Fem!Mc, MC!Melissa (My MC), Violence, Slight Nudity, Cussing, Bruises. (Please let me know if I left anything out)

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When I woke up, I was laying in my bed. My head was pounding, and I couldn’t remember how I got in here. I went to sit up, but it was too painful. I’m sure he broke a rib or two. I reached over for my DDD to see if I had any notifications. I had a message from Diavolo.

Diavolo: Good morning, Melissa. If you have a moment, please come and speak with me in my office.

I laid my D.D.D back on my nightstand. I groaned and got out of bed. I started to take a step, but I felt a sharp pain in my back. I pushed through it, and walked into the bathroom. I was almost in tears when I looked at myself. My cheeks have bruises from Satan squeezing me too hard, I had a big bump on the side of my head, and my rib cage was severely bruised. “There’s no way I can let Diavolo see me like this. He’ll kill them.” I said to myself out loud. I quickly took a hot shower, to hopefully ease some of the pain. I got myself dressed, and sat down at my desk to start on my makeup. I grabbed my D.D.D to reply to Diavolo.

Melissa: Yes, Lord Diavolo. What time would you like me to come?

Diavolo: Just stop by before your classes begin, it shouldn’t take long.

There was a knock at my door, but I didn’t get up to answer it. After yesterday, I didn’t want to talk to any of them. Whoever it was kept on knocking, and I kept ignoring. Suddenly, my door busts open, and in walks Mammon. “Aye! Human! I was fucking knocking!!” He yelled. I turned towards him. “I-I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention. My head hurts really bad.” I replied. As he looked at me, I saw a sad look in his eyes. It was quickly replaced by a look of hatred. “Well, Lucifer told me to come get ya. He doesn’t want you being late for school and embarrassin’ him again.” I nodded my head and told him I’d be down in just a minute. I quickly put my makeup on, and headed downstairs. All of the brothers were downstairs, as well as Ellie.

“Hey, Melissa! I wanted to know if you want to have lunch together today?” Ellie says with a smile on her face. As much as I hate her, it’s not her fault the brothers are acting this way. I feel wrong taking it out on her. Before I could answer, Leviathan spoke up. “Ellie, why would you wanna eat lunch with that low-life normie? Sit with us!” Ellie looked at me with an apologetic look. I just smiled and started walking out the door.

The walk to RAD was pretty quiet, considering I was walking by myself. I stayed behind Ellie and the brothers during the walk. Ellie would keep looking back at me every other minute with a concerned look on her face. I just gave her a half smile and kept looking down. Upon arrival at RAD, everyone went their separate ways. I started walking to Lord Diavolos’ office. As I walked down the hallway, I heard the other students whispering and laughing. I didn’t care enough to actually listen to what they were saying, all I know is that it had something to do with me.

As I reached the office door, I knocked and waited for a response. “Come in!” I heard Lord Diavolo say on the other side. I was nervous. What if the brothers were right? What if he really didn’t care anymore? Hopefully, he was kicking me out of the program, and sending me back home. That was the best outcome I could see coming out of this.

“Ah, Melissa. Thank you for coming on such short notice.” He smiled. He was sitting at his desk, filling out paperwork as usual. “Absolutely, Lord Diavolo.” I replied. “Please, sit.” He said as he motioned to the chair in front of him. I quickly obliged and sat down.

“I’m glad to see you’re feeling better!” He said. I smiled and nodded. He hummed and said “I wanted to talk to you about some things the brothers have been telling me.” I froze up. What have they said? I assumed it was nothing but bad things. “O-okay.” I said. Is it hot in here, or is it just me? I could feel my forehead starting to sweat, and I got nervous. I don’t want my makeup coming off.

“The brothers have told me that you haven’t been living up to the expectations of this program.” He started. “They said that you have not been keeping up with your grades, nor have you been keeping up with the Student Council work, or household work. They also said that you have been spending all of your time in your room.” I tried really hard and held back my tears. “O-oh. Well, I did not know that they felt that way. I have been keeping up with my chores, but I do spend my free time in my room. I’m not going to lie, I have fallen behind on my Student Council work. I apologize, and I swear I'll do better.” I put my head down after I was done.

Laughter filled the room. I looked up and saw Diavolo laughing his ass off. “I-I’m sorry, Lord Diavolo. I can leave if you would like.” I said with my head down. “No, no, no! Absolutely not!” He laughed. “I was not laughing at you, darling. I was laughing at the brothers' reports! It is the funniest thing I have read in about 100 years!” He continued to laugh for a few minutes. I sat there in silence. I didn’t understand what he meant.

Once he finally stopped laughing, he wiped the tears from his eyes. “Ah, I apologize, Melissa. It’s just that… I find it amazing that since the new exchange student has arrived, the brothers’ reports have gotten more careless.” He started looking through all of the reports from the brothers. “ Just 3 days before Ellie arrived, they said that you were perfect in every way. They said nothing but good things about you. Then a few weeks later, there was some good, but mostly complaining. Now, there is nothing good.” He said. I felt the tears that I was holding back start to fall down my cheeks. I was sweating, crying… I was a wreck. And all in front of Lord Diavolo. They’re right. I am pathetic.

“I understand. Ellie has a lot more potential than I do. I promise to do better, and I will not disappoint you or the brothers again.” I said as I stood up and bowed. “You do not disappoint me, Melissa. Sit down, please. There’s still a few things I wanted to discuss with you.” I simply nodded and sat back down.

“Now, tell me about the night of the party. The brothers’ say you were feeling under the weather, but I know that’s not true.” He looked at me, questioning me. “I guess I was feeling under the weather…” I replied. I couldn’t look him in the eyes knowing I was lying and covering up for the brothers. I heard him clear his throat, I looked up at him. “Melissa, I may be a demon, but I know very much about human illnesses. By what Lucifer had said, it sounded like you had come down with the flu. And I do know that the flu lasts longer than 24 hours, Melissa.”

I didn’t know what to say. Do I keep covering for the brothers? Or do I cry to Diavolo like a pathetic human would do? As much as they hurt me, I didn’t wanna see them getting punished by him because of me. “Y-yeah. Thankfully I'm feeling a lot better!” I felt a drop of sweat hit my hand, and my makeup was coming off. I knew I needed to excuse myself. “I am very sorry, my lord. But, I should get going. I do not want to cause any more trouble by being late to my classes.” I quickly stood up, but immediately sat back down, the feeling of dizziness and nauseousness flooded over me.

“Melissa, are you okay?” Diavolo asks as he rushes towards me. “I’m fine! I just stood up too quickly. I really must get going, my lord!” I tried reassuring him. As I tried to stand back up, he gently pushed me back in the chair. “What is that on your face?” He questioned. My heart started racing. ‘Ah fuck, here we go’ I thought to myself. Thinking up a lie, I told him “Oh, it’s nothing. I had an argument with some random demon and he grabbed my face too hard. It’s okay though, we settled our differences.” He looked at me puzzled.

“Okay, Melissa. Then can you explain the knot on your head? I can see it through your ponytail.” He reached his hand out to touch it, and I winced. “Ah- that really hurts…” I whispered. I could feel the air in the room getting thicker with anger. I looked at him, and he had anger written all over his face. “Do you have anything else that I should know about?” I was silent for a little too long before I replied “N-no sir. That’s all!” I could see that he knew I was lying. He looked me in the eyes and gave me a small smile before turning around and walking back to his chair. He paced back and forth for a moment behind his desk.

“Melissa, did you know that one of my powers is being able to tell when someone is lying?” He asked as he looked at me and smiled again. “No, my lord. I wasn’t aware.” Here we go again. I felt ashamed. Lord Diavolo knew I was lying to him this whole time. But there’s no way I can tell him how the brothers’ have been treating me. My D.D.D started going off in my bag, so I said “Excuse me just a moment, my lord.” and pulled it out. Mammon was calling me.

“Hello?”

“Human! Where the fuck are ya?! Ya late for class, and i’m not having Lucifer scold me for your dumbass being late!” Mammon yelled through the phone.

Instinctively, I flinched at him yelling. I was hoping Lord Diavolo couldn’t hear him.

“I-i’m in Lord Diavolos’ office right now. He needed to talk to me. I will get an excuse letter from him before I leave, so you won’t get in trouble.”

“Ya better, human. I’m tired of bein’ strung up ‘cuz of ya!” With that, he hung up.

“Important call?” He asked. “No. my lord. It was Mammon asking where I was. I think Lucifer is upset because I’m late. They’re both in my first class.” He nodded and pulled out his D.D.D. He was typing away, then he put his phone on his desk and said “There. Lucifer won’t have anything to say now. I let him know that you won’t be attending class today, so you can make up your Student Council work.”

I let out a sigh of relief. ‘Well, at least I have some time away from them’ I thought to myself.

“Now…” He started walking towards me. “I’m going to ask again. Are there any other marks I should know about? Or shall I have Barbatos escort you back to the palace, and have a female check you?” He smiled. I started crying again. I looked him in the eye and stood up. I started unbuttoning my RAD coat, which showed the bruises on my arms from being grabbed. After I shrugged it off, I started unbuttoning my shirt. I never lost eye contact with him. I could tell he could see the bruises from the corner of his eye, considering how dark they were, and by the look of shock on his face. I finished taking off my shirt, leaving me in my bra. I held my arms out, and turned around so he could see my back. I heard a gasp from him. I turned back around, and he was shaking. I have never seen him this angry before.

I hadn’t noticed it, but my stomach was also bruised, probably from my ribs. He looked me up and down, until his eyes returned to mine. His eyes were gold and shining. I could tell he was fighting off his demon form. “Who did this.” It didn’t seem like a question. There was almost no emotion in his voice. I didn’t answer, instead I put my head down, and started rubbing my arms. The air again was so extremely thick with anger, and I could feel his aura pouring off of him. “Melissa. I said who did this.” He said through gritted teeth. “I-i don-” “I DEMAND YOU TO TELL ME WHO DID THIS TO YOU!” He yelled. I jumped, I wasn’t expecting him to yell. I started crying even harder. I was hysterical. He walked over to me, put my head in his chest and wrapped his arms around me.

“I-it was…. It was the brothers…” I said. The hand that was rubbing my back stopped. He grabbed my shoulders lightly, and pushed me back to look at me. “They did this to you?” He questioned. Although he could tell that you were telling the truth, he was hoping to his father that you were lying. He could sense something was going on. The brothers always used to be hanging around you. You always had plans with one of them. Then slowly he started to notice how he’d see you walking to your classes by yourself, how’d you eat in the garden sitting alone. He didn’t question anything, not wanting to cross any boundaries. After seeing the bruises, he wished he did.”

Diavolo pulled me back into his chest and called out for Barbatos. “Barbatos! Come here immediately!” He yelled. He started rubbing my head and whispering “shhhh everything will be okay, I promise” into my ear.

“Yes, Young Master?” Barbatos said as he walked in and bowed. “My devil, what happened Melissa?” He asked as he ran up to us. He pulled me away from Diavolo to examine me. He looked very worried. He had me turn around in circles, he looked at my jaw and cheeks. “My Lord, she is very beaten up. I think it would be best if we take her to the infirmary. She may have internal injuries.” Barbatos said, turning away from me and looking at Diavolo. “Take her to the castle. Have the doctors set up a medical room for her. She needs to be where she can be protected.” Diavolo replied, walking back to me. “May I ask again what happened? Did you get into a fight with another demon?” He questioned. He had a very confused look on his face. Barbatos knew the brothers always looked out for me, so to see me in this state confused him.

“It was the brothers. I will escort her back to the castle. Tell anyone who is looking for me that I will be out for the rest of the day. If anything important comes up, I know you’re more than capable to take care of it.” Diavolo Replied. Barbatos’ eyes widened for a second, then he bowed and told Diavolo that everything will be taken care of. Diavolo helped me get dressed, then he walked me out of RAD and back to the castle.

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A/N: I'm actually super excited to be writing a fic. I hope you guys enjoy ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

#obey me satan #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me leviathan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me asmodeus #obey me replaced mc au #down the drain

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blackjackkent · 1 year ago

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Today's the day! The sun is shining! The tank is clean!

Today we kill Enver Gortash. >:)

However, a few quick camp convos to go through first, starting with Mizora, who is NOT happy about Hector and Wyll managing to get Ulder out of the Iron Throne.

"I bet you're pleased with yourself. Saving Ravengard and making a fool out of me in a single swoop. Go on, do your gloating. You earned it."

"Damn right I did. My father is safe and my chains are broken!"

Fuck yeah. Tell her, Wyll.

Hector has been known, on very rare occasions, to bust out an absolutely devastating shit-eating grin, and this would be a particularly appropriate time for it, but tragically he has his serious face on instead and doesn't rise to Mizora's bait and taunt her.

"I'm just relieved that Grand Duke Ravengard is all right."

"Yes, celebrate your fortunes. But remember that they are lost as quickly as they are gained. For now, you've tipped the scales in your favor. But all it takes is a whisper for me to tip them back."

A smidge ominous.

"What did you mean about tipping the scales in your favor?"

"Why look for hidden meaning when the words are laid so bare? Besides, now is a time of celebration. I am sure you and Duke Ravengard have plenty to talk about."

Mizora definitely isn't out of tricks yet. Hector will be keeping a close eye on her. But she's right, whether she means to be or not - today has been a MASSIVE victory for Hector, one of the few unequivocal ones he's had in a while.

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Had a quick chat with Ravengard again - nothing super significant, although he was very relieved to hear that Florrick has already been rescued and didn't die to the execution sentence he gave her while controlled by the Absolute.

Wyll also had a conversation pop after a long rest, but it is definitely NOT one that is supposed to be happening in camp. XD

rofl

Wyll, I've heard of delayed reactions, but this is something else. XD

Talking to him again, though, we can ask about how he feels to be reunited with his father.

"It's complicated. There's the joy of reconciliation, the relief of forgiveness - and the anxiety of new expectation. It's a flurry of emotion. I'm not sure how to make sense of it."

It's kind of sweet - a little of Hector's old role as mentor and counselor to the youth of the monastery gets to show its face here just for a moment, letting Wyll talk out his experience and offering guidance.

"Focus on the relief. Finally, your father knows the truth."

"Relief. My last seven years have been defined by the secrets I carried. I feel light as a feather now that I've shed them. Once all this is ended, once we've crushed the brain and freed the people, I could once more call Baldur's Gate home. Whether I return there, well... only time will tell."

Hector has had similar thoughts about his old home at the monastery and whether he can or will go back, so he definitely relates to this and tells Wyll so.

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle

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kingsofeverything · 3 years ago

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The lovely and talented @phd-mama tagged me to rec 5 fics of mine that I really like, so here they are:

Have a Nice Trip {6k E}

While Harry and his roommate Louis are stuck at home practicing social distancing, they decide to take a little trip to pass the time.

Harry’s obsessed with Louis’ ass and has a flair for speaking without thinking. My favorite part is the very last few lines, but I don’t want to spoil it, so just read it XD

Always a Bridesmaid {30k E}

While Harry’s friends are all getting engaged or married, he’s nowhere near walking down the aisle to his own happily ever after.

The night before his best friend’s wedding, Harry falls into bed with a silver haired stranger who makes him wonder what his own forever might look like.

I go back to this one often just because Louis and Harry are so smitten with each other. It’s instant! They’re so into each other! Plus Silver Fox Louis! One of my favorite parts:

“You’re telling me you don’t pick up younger men in bars every weekend, Louis?”

“No,” Louis scoffs, but then he grabs Harry’s hand and pulls him to a stop at the edge of the sidewalk. “Would it be a problem if I did?” Harry shakes his head, marveling at the feel of Louis’ hand in his. “Is it a problem that I don’t?”

Harry shakes his head again, staring at the shadow Louis’ eyelashes cast on his cheeks. It makes him feel special, but he keeps that to himself. “No.”

“Should I ask you the same question?”

“You can,” Harry says, though he doesn’t want to bore Louis with the mundane details of his life, he can’t help wanting to tell him everything. “You can ask me anything you want to know.”

Louis glances left and right, then squeezes Harry’s hand and points across the street. “Do you want ice cream?”

No Hold to Hold Onto {48k E}

Injured after being thrown from a bronc, Harry doesn’t know if he’ll ever compete again.

His only hope is a man called Tommo, a world champion rider who retired at the top of his game.

When Harry goes looking for help learning a new way to rope and ride, the last thing he expects to find is love.

My first ever historical fic! AND COWBOYS!!! I love this one so much and I wish it was more popular. One of my favorite parts:

“Sit,” Louis says, taking the chair across from Harry. He reaches for Harry’s hand, touch gentler than Harry expected as he guides him to lay it in the bowl. With the whiskey bottle poised to pour, he warns, “This’ll sting.”

“Yep. Yep, that stings,” Harry says, clenching his other hand into a fist and biting his lower lip as Louis pours whiskey over his blisters.

“You whine like a baby when that bronc busted your hand?” Louis asks, taking a swig out of the bottle and passing it to Harry.

“Ever heard a horse scream?” Harry asks, relaxing as the burning subsides. When Louis nods, Harry says, “Sounded like that.”

“You sayin’ you’re part horse?” Louis asks, and Harry gives a half hearted shrug. “That why your pecker’s as big as it is?”

Someone to Fly Home To {35k E}

Louis. 55 year old pilot who wants someone to fly home to.

Harry swipes right.

Or Louis and Harry’s marriage ended more than a decade ago, but fate keeps bringing them back together.

This fic was just supposed to be a little unfinished story I posted on Tumblr. I saw this post and had to write the scene where they realize they live in the same place. So the Tumblr ficlet is actually pretty far into the fic, but my favorite part is when Harry is babysitting their granddaughter and Louis helps get her to go to sleep. It’s just so sweet and Harry’s still so in love with his ex-husband.

Have Love, Will Travel {97k E}

Rather than spend the summer working at their desks, Louis and Harry are given the opportunity to crisscross the country together in a tiny camper, filming their adventures for a YouTube series.

It soon becomes obvious to their viewers that there’s something more than friendship between them. Eventually, they figure it out.

I wanted to write a camper fic for years before I wrote this one and I went through a million ideas. I’m so glad I got so obsessed with this idea lol it was super fast to write and so fun! The research was interesting and I loved watching videos of the parks and the activities that Louis and Harry did on their trip. The first half of this fic is all about pining and the second half is all about good communication! In my opinion, this is the perfect comfort fic.

Tagging these 5 people 💚 @louandhazaf @dinosaursmate @greenfeelings @mediawhorefics @juliusschmidt

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gardenerian · 3 years ago

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#i could write an entire essay on that 7th gif

What would your thesis statement be?

j/k, not assigning you hw based on some tags XD

(unless you do want to expand on the topic)

please always assign me homework based on my tags, it is a hobby of mine to do Too Much and be Very Annoying about it 😇

so like. okay. the basic thesis statement would be that this moment is a TRAGEDY, alongside 3x06, 3x12, and 5x10. it is a moment of lost opportunity for them and could have changed the trajectory of this episode.

here is ian’s face when he says you’re not free. it’s a face we’ve seen pretty often this season. hardened, intense, rigid. so sure of his convictions and certain he’s doing the the Right Thing.

but then..... mickey says the makes me free line heard around the world and we immediately get this face! unguarded, surprised, moved, and - afraid? this is a face we have not seen from ian so often this season. it almost mirrors the face when mickey pulls him out of the house after the kenyatta ordeal.... like he’s on the edge of understanding that something’s not right.

then he has this series of expressions - where it’s like he’s about to say something? he’s searching mickey’s face and opening his mouth before shutting it again.... it’s so brief, but it’s like something is bubbling up there. he wants to say something and the shift in energy rolling off of him is SO STRONG.

instead of the constant move move move fight fight fight go go go energy... it just? he deflates a bit. he looks tired, he looks frightened. he looks like he wants mickey to take him home. i am not sure he’d admit HEY I THINK I’M BIPOLAR bc i don’t think he’s there yet.... but i feel like he could have been on the edge of saying that something’s going on.

that mickey also makes him free from whatever is happening to him. that mickey makes him free after whatever did happen to him while he was away. that he’s so in love it scares him, that he��s afraid of losing mickey while he’s feeling so strange. that maybe he’s feeling out of control. or he doesn’t want mickey’s dad to take away what they have, especially now.

LIKEEEEEE:

OMGGGGG!!!!!!

and it’s like mickey thinks something might be about to change as well? ian takes a big breath and mickey puts his hand on his shoulder. a bracing little rub because he sees this shift in ian. he knows that ian needs something solid and comforting. like he wants ian to know that despite all this hiding, he’s here for him!!! he sees him and will hear him!!! and then iMMEDIATELY the door busts open and ian’s angry again.

everyone has seen the change in ian this season - we get some insight that ian might sense it too, but ian hasn’t said anything about it. other than “tons of energy”/”i quite smoking” etc... like he hasn’t come outright and said that he feels WRONG. i think the last few episodes of the season see ian starting lose the “fun” of mania and start to get a little scared. i wonder if it was like that with the helicopter situation.

anyways. i really feel like this tiny moment was tragic because i think it could have changed things - maybe not drastically, but i feel like ian was on the verge of expressing something. fear or pain or need. he might have been more willing to go home and wait for mickey had they had just a few more moments of conversation. we don’t even hear him admit something’s wrong until the end of the next season. after this TINY moment of vulnerability, it’s bottled back up. and it makes me INSANE!

ultimately i think mickey was destined to come out - that this moment, like those other moments, was probably always going to be ripped away from them. but DAMN if cam’s tiny little facial expression’s don’t make me want to scream into a pillow 😭

#i could be reading into it all wrong bc of My Brain but GODDDDD this moment #who wants to write the canon divergent fic #will it be me askjfh NO it will not #but oh my god #tidal ty i have been thinking of this moment a lot actually #losing my mind 😇#s4 #4x11 #mania tw #mel answers

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 4 years ago

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ruined, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Why is there a mostly shirtless man in your bedroom and why is it Kim Namjoon's, your roommate's, fault? All you want to do is play League of Legends, not be visually attacked by ridiculously attractive Jeon Jungkook as his six friends perform living room karaoke at the top of their very drunk lungs.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; classic Namjoon ripping clothes; you don't have to know how to play LoL, I explain most of it; smut (fem reader, dirty talk, begging, scratching / marking, nipple play, edging / orgasm denial, handjob, (unintentional?) voyeurism, little bit of cum-eating, choking, cowgirl, cock warming); non-idol!BTS – purple-haired, kind-of-a-brat, sub!Jungkook x gamer, noona, dom!reader, ft OT6 being chaotic in the background XD

@yn-the-reader linked me in this and I was already writing about him. a prophet, maybe? XD

“WHY ARE YOU SHIRTLESS?”

You died.

Not literally, but also literally.

“Fuck!”

Now you had thirty-seven seconds of gray screen to figure out why the fuck Jeon Jungkook had busted into your bedroom on this cheerful night with his black dress shirt three-quarters of the way unbuttoned, revealing most of his – oh, sweet Satan, very muscular – pecs and the upper half of his abs. He was holding something in his hands, looking helpless and sad, while you were panic buying Liandry's Anguish and experiencing a special form of anguish yourself.

“Noona, um–”

That’s right, because you were in the middle of a League of Legends game, playing Cassiopeia, the Serpent’s Embrace, also known as half-snake lady or the lamia of the champion roster or a mean version of Monster Musume’s Miia (if you know, you know, and if you don’t, be glad you don’t). Your roommate was having friends over after going drinking. All this was fine and dandy with you, because you were going to spend all night wearing headphones and playing League of Legends, therefore ignoring the outside world, until the outside world came to bother you in the form of Kim Namjoon’s – your roommate’s – mostly shirtless friend Jeon Jungkook.

He wasn’t mostly shirtless most of the time, only right now.

“Noona, Namjoon-hyung ripped my shirt…” Jungkook whimpered hesitantly, chewing on his lip. He looked awkward and distraught despite his long dark purple hair giving him a rather fierce, bad-boy look.

Namjoon was a great roommate. He was smart, conversational, and insightful. A chat with him usually led to an enriching, open-minded perspective. He was relatively clean, considerate, communicative, nonjudgmental, fun to be around, and only set the kitchen on fire twice.

The second time was your fault.

You shouldn’t have let Namjoon in the kitchen the second time.

Also, Namjoon with his friends was a wildly chaotic time. All of his friends, especially drunk, were fucking nuts. Normally, they were probably relatively calm people (maybe not Kim Seokjin or Jung Hoseok, they were very excitable), but together they were a mess. You often wondered how they could function as a group.

Currently, however, you were trying to collect your brain cells as you had mere seconds before respawning onto the platform and were forced to play again. Timing in League of Legends was very important. Seconds can mess up wave management of minions and wave mismanagement can lead to game losses if you weren’t careful. The nuances of the game were often ignored by casual players.

You were, in short, a nerd about it.

“Fucking s-shit, what h-happened?” you sputtered out, turning back to your screen, unable to look at mostly shirtless Jungkook because he was MOSTLY SHIRTLESS. Honestly, he had quite nice pecs, and you should not be thinking about that, but it was incredibly distracting, just like how it used to be distracting when Namjoon was shirtless, but several years of living with him made you accustomed to his impressive pectoral muscles, to the point where you could joke about them with him.

But this was not Namjoon – this was his younger friend Jungkook and you had no idea Jungkook was ripped, mostly because you didn’t pay attention to Namjoon’s friends.

There were too many of them and you were too introverted for that.

“I don’t know, he just grabbed my shirt and it ripped and I managed to find all the buttons, but, but…”

Cassiopeia respawned on the platform and you couldn’t ignore the snake lady any longer. You had to play the game because four random people on your team were counting on you and you couldn’t exactly type, sorry, there’s a hot man in my room with his shirt practically off and I don’t know what to do with my life, so you had to suck it up and play the damn game.

Right-clicking and keeping your eyes only on your computer monitor.

Half-listening to that trembling, silvery voice coming up behind you, making your hairs stand on end even though all he was doing was dumping the tiny buttons on your desk.

Oh, fuck me, you thought to yourself.

“Can you repair it? Please? My mom bought me this shirt and Namjoon-hyung said you can sew, so maybe you can sew them back on? Please?”

“Yes, Jungkook, I can, just not right now, I’m in the middle of a game,” you rambled, suddenly trading damage with the enemy Viktor, trying to avoid the laser from the Machine Herald, swearing under your breath as you stutter-stepped and stunned him, poisoning him quickly enough with your abilities to avoid dying. “I will help you, I just – fucking shit, get the fuck away from me Udyr, fuck!”

“Wow, you curse a lot, noona. It’s kind of funny.”

“I – fuck– I mean, sometimes, and what are you guys doing out there? It sounds like a deranged cabaret club,” you remarked, ticking your head towards the direction of your bedroom door.

“Karaoke!” Jungkook replied brightly, still standing behind you, why was he standing behind you, it was freaking you out a little, but Ocean Dragon was being taken and a team fight was about to happen, so you had to ignore it and support your teammates in chasing down the enemy support.

Seokjin hit a high note that was so shrill that you heard it through your headphones.

“… Wow, he’s got some lungs on him.”

“Do you wanna join us, noona?”

“I can’t sing.”

“Neither can we.”

“Pretty sure all of you can sing better than I can, even Yoongi and Namjoon. I’m fucking terrible.”

“I’m not that good.”

You barely survived with thirty hit points after that debacle of a team fight, but your team had the dragon and you all were slowly on your way to victory. You pressed the ‘B’ key to return to base, but kept your eyes on the screen, lest Udyr, the Spirit Walker and serial bear stun-slapping enemy jungler, ran your ass down and killed you.

“Jungkook, your voice is absolutely heavenly. Fucking beautiful. I’m sure every human being on Earth would want to be serenaded by you.”

Silence that you didn’t notice was awkward for him because you were too busy letting out a sigh of relief and building your next item, typing quickly to your teammates. You all were about to set up for vision around Baron Nashor, a large purple worm-dragon monster that when killed provided a significant, sometimes game-ending buff.

“R… really?”

“Yeah, and you’re handsome, gorgeous, and hot as hell too, so the whole damn package,” you responded absentmindedly, realizing the enemy were trying to split-push and trade objectives so you sent some pings to your teammate to take care of that as you accompanied the main group to help clear waves of minions.

Heat.

You heard him shift beside you and suddenly his face was next to yours, watching your screen closely.

Side-step, cast your ultimate, cast your Miasma ability to ground the enemies and prevent them from dashing away, switching between auto-attacking and piercing them with Twin Fang, all in the span of a mild freak-out because why was Jungkook so FUCKING close?

“Wow, you’re so good at League.”

“I’m Diamond rank, so not that good, but definitely better than all seven of you combined.”

“Haha, true, we’re all pretty bad,” Jungkook laughed next to your ear and, oh, shit, is warm breath feathered on your neck, why weren’t you wearing a turtleneck or something and not your self-cropped oversized band t-shirt and slinky black leggings, why weren’t you cocooned in layers of clothes, because you were quickly highly aware of how attractive Namjoon’s friends were.

To top it all off, you were in the middle of a game, so you just had to tolerate it and stay calm for the sake of your teammates and your elo.

“Maybe you could teach us and we’ll teach you something in return.”

“You guys don’t even listen to each other, why would I assume you all would listen to me?”

“I’d listen to you, noona.”

Now your team was doing the Baron dance, skirting in and out of vision, daring the other team to make a move, daring each other to make a mistake so the other could capitalize on it, slowly, slowly, watch the waves, watch the minimap. Careful. You could control the situation if you were calm and not too trigger-happy. Tension in your fingers and tension in your neck because your roommate’s friend was right next to your head, observing your every move.

His violet hair brushed your shoulder.

Soft, delicate strands against your skin.

“You’re more experienced, so you would know what to do.”

Your support snap-engaged a fight and you were immediately in the zone, right clicking rapidly, cycling through your abilities, keeping track of the opponents’ spells, determined not to let any of them get away, following your teammate’s calls and not hesitating, because hesitation as death and loss, and you were so close to winning you could taste it, going after it with passionate vigor and a slow-forming grin, seeing and hearing the in-game announcer declaring, QUADRA KILL.

You didn’t kill all five of them because someone took the pentakill from you.

You might have cared about that except your ear exploded into clapping as Jungkook excitedly applauded for you, cheering you on, reminding you that a mostly shirtless man was standing right next to you.

Thanks, Namjoon, you thought sarcastically.

“Wow, you played that so well, dodging the Viktor ult and stunning three people like that–”

You felt your cheeks heat at the compliments, busying yourself with your team killing Baron. You didn’t usually have someone commenting on your games. Your eyes flickered to the small buttons on your desk.

Especially not a mostly shirtless guy.

Mostly shirtless hot guy.

Back to screen, seeing your jungler’s typed instructions, suggesting you all to destroy as many structures as you could and then prepare for the next fight for Ocean Dragon Soul and – oh? Your eyebrows raised as the screen abruptly jerked to the enemy base, the nexus inside exploding into shiny gem-like fragments that became the VICTORY banner.

“They surrendered?” you uttered with surprise, clicking on the CONTINUE button. “Why?”

Your eyes flickered to the kill score.

“Oh, thirty-two to nine… maybe that’s why….”

Your team had the nine deaths and the opponent team had thirty-two so, well, maybe that’s why they surrendered the game.

“Aw, that’s no fun,” Jungkook pouted as you clicked on the damage screen. Second most damage. Okay, you could take that. You were a little distracted.

“So, about your problem–”

You spun around to, ack, realize that, yes, Jungkook’s shirt was still flapped wide open to expose his chest like an unwrapped piece of caramel candy. He seemed to realize it too, making a surprised face and yanking the sides closed, as if you hadn’t gotten a damn eyeful already.

“I can resew the buttons back on, but you should borrow a shirt from Namjoon in the meantime,” you managed to say, clearing your throat. “Because I, ah, can’t really sew it when you’re still wearing the shirt.”

“Oh… Oh, right, yeah.”

Then he started yanking his shirt out of his slacks.

UMMMMMMM.

Usually, you didn’t care about this stuff. Men were men. They had chests. But you had things you liked too. Just like how men like tits and ass, you liked well-built pecs and forearms. Actually, you appreciated a nice ass and thighs too. And cute faces. Fuck, you loved a cute face.

“Uh, Jungkook…”

He looked up, questioningly. Big round brown eyes, his violet bangs framing his chiseled jaw, parted pink lips, the small mole underneath his lower lip looking so, so kissable, quivering slightly.

Fuck, Jungkook had a cute face.

His shirt was very open.

Fuck, his lightly tanned skin.

He was hesitating around a button, his deft fingers flexed, ink black tattoos standing out on his knuckles and the back of his hand. Your legs were slightly spread, thighs flush to your gaming chair. Half a second and Jungkook’s eyes flickered back up to your face, pretending he hadn’t been looking.

You raised your eyebrows.

“Are you really just gonna strip in my room and walk out asking Namjoon for a shirt and hope none of the six guys think anything about it?”

His eyes shifted around your room. Bed with black sheets and black velvet duvet. Television with your gaming consoles. Your collection of character figurines from various games. Your black denim jacket hanging on a hook, covered in monotone patches that you had sewn yourself, mostly occult-themed, skeletons, skulls, cats, ghosts, potions, eyeballs, that kind of thing. Back to your desk.

Your legs.

Really staring at your thighs, hips, and crotch.

Up your torso, your hands, your exposed collarbones.

Your face.

Guarding his expression, testing the waters.

“Maybe,” Jungkook said slowly. His eyes darted away and back, teeth catching his lower lip. “I really am hoping you can fix my shirt.”

You watched his face carefully, the flare of darkness in those brown orbs, a hint of naughtiness, dancing with danger. Jungkook had a mischievous streak. You could tell by the way he interacted with his hyungs, listening but talking back, helping them with things but not without a roll of his eyes or a smart remark added, probably because all his friends were older and he was the youngest. He knew he could get away with it.

In short.

Brat.

“What would you like in return, noona?” Jungkook purred, smile dancing on his lips.

Honorifics were supposed to honor you. Show a sign of respect and all that shit.

All I wanted to do was play video games, you grumbled internally. Not suddenly have a thirst fest for one of Namjoon’s best friends. You narrowed your eyes a little, seeing the smirk on that perfectly shaped mouth. He’s not stopping either.

Outside your room, something fell with a loud crash. Probably Namjoon by the depth of that startled yelp. Everyone else started laughing and a very loud, cheerful melody was blasting from the living room television. Nobody was coming to investigate you and Jungkook.

Yet.

“Turn around and ask for a shirt,” you sighed, waving a hand. “Then take off your shirt in the bathroom and then, only then, do you come back and give me your dress shirt.”

You saw Jungkook frown, not expecting that as your answer.

“Oh. Okay.”

He seemed disappointed, lowering his hands.

The silky fabric of the dress shirt slid off his right shoulder, partly revealing his tattoo sleeve and fully revealing his right collarbone and shoulder.

You sucked in a breath, eyes flickering to it. Then his face. Then back to his body. Fuck. Fuckity fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck. Jungkook jumped, startled by the fallen fabric and reached over to grab the fallen collar. Your hand moved faster than you had time to think. You had good reaction time. It was the gaming obsession.

You slapped his hand down.

Jungkook squeaked, head snapping up, purple hair floating around him, gold chain on his neck glittering as he swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing. Strangely, his chain resembled your sterling silver choker that you were wearing right now, except you also wore another necklace with a circular white gold pendant with your zodiac sign.

Not that anyone was ever close enough to inspect it.

“N-Noona?” he breathed, sounding strangely winded.

Shit.

You hadn’t meant to do that. Your body reacted faster than your head.

Shit.

Fuck, he had a nice body. His pecs. Even had a nice dark nipple – well, he probably had two, but you could only see one at the moment – and it all trimmed down to a slim waist and shapely hips. You could tell because of his tailored black slacks. He had been wearing a blazer earlier in the evening too. It was probably on a chair somewhere in the apartment.

Shit.

What did Jungkook need to look so damn good for?

“Where did you guys go to be dressed like that?”

Yes, you were really just going to interrogate him with his shirt dangling off like that.

Jungkook chewed on his lower lip, the tiny mole underneath bouncing up and down as he spoke. “We went to a fancy hotel rooftop bar to celebrate Yoongi-hyung’s award that he won at the music show for producing that song–”

“Ah, right, Namjoon mentioned that earlier today.” Dress code must have been black tie.

Those dark brown eyes found yours, observing you carefully.

“I would have liked to see you there, noona.”

You stopped staring at the tattoos on his bicep and made eye contact. Fuck. Those eyes. Sparkling with deviousness. Trying to see how far he could push your buttons.

“I wonder what kind of dress would you have worn?” he murmured, musing to himself. “I bet you would have looked hotter than any girl there.” Jungkook smiled, playful and boyish. He wasn’t being sleazy about it. Every word was light and honest. “A tight little black dress? Maybe bright red? Short, because you have incredible legs. It would be a crime not to show them off.” He was only complimenting you. His tone wasn’t trying to be suggestive.

Yet.

You didn’t close your legs. You had nothing to be shy about.

Instead, you leaned back in your gaming chair as if it was a throne, resting your left elbow on the armrest and your chin on two fingers, thighs wide open, and your other hand in between them, fingers curled inward to your inner thigh.

Jungkook’s pink lips curved ever higher, ever more roguish.

“Whatever you would have chosen, you would have looked so, so sexy.”

You ticked your head.

“I know.”

Because you did.

Look here, Jeon Jungkook, I’m here minding my own damn business and you’re here inserting yourself into my life, so if you can’t handle me knowing my self-worth, you can fuck right off.

He reached up and tucked a bit of his purple hair behind his right ear, grinning at you.

“You sure you don’t want anything from me?” he asked, a slight flicker of pink tongue between white teeth. “I can give first and then you can decide whether or not you want to help.”

Honestly, those sultry eyes could stop a heart.

You removed your hand from your chin, tapping the air with those two fingers in a dismissive manner.

“Hm.”

Outside, Kim Taehyung and Jung Hoseok were singing a soulful duet and Park Jimin was hooting at inappropriate moments to ruin the atmosphere as much as possible. That raspy, breathless laugh was Min Yoongi, who was probably doubled over on the floor in his expensive suit. Classic genius music producer of the year behavior right there.

Jungkook tucked his hands in his pockets, shirt sleeve falling down, revealing his blacked-out inner elbow. Mountains with a dark sky. It must have hurt, doing something like that. Still, he did it. For aesthetics?

You heard the smirk rather than seeing it, mostly because you were looking at his body.

“I would look so damn good on you, noona.”

Alright.

You closed your eyes slowly and reopened them to look directly into those dangerous, dangerous eyes.

“Lock the door.”

Not really an order. More of a statement. Jungkook could do it or not, you knew. He couldn’t be coerced to do anything. He did things because he wanted to do them. He was nice because he wanted to be nice. He was childish when he wanted to be childish.

And.

Jungkook was obedient when he wanted to be obedient.

He turned around, went to your bedroom door, and locked it.

Well then.

He came back and stood in front of you. A little closer now.

You cocked an eyebrow. “They’re going to come looking for you.”

Jungkook smiled down at you. “I’m sure they will.”

You frowned, lowering your hand to tap the end of the armrest. “They’re going to think I started this.”

“You kind of did.”

Your eyes narrowed sharply. He grinned, taking a step closer.

“Because it’s not my fault you look so good,” Jungkook breathed, voice deepening, leaning down, your expression unchanging, not pulling back but not encouraging anything either. “Not my fault your body is hotter than a summer. Not my fault your confidence is the biggest turn-on I’ve ever had in my life.”

Your thighs were still as open as his shirt.

Jungkook put his knee in between them.

His dress shirt was basically almost completely off his body now, falling off the left shoulder too and dangling off his forearms, exposed collarbones and shoulders, tan skin taut over muscle. A delicious body line, so fucking close to you that you could feel the heat. You still didn’t do anything. You weren’t going to do anything. You didn’t prompt this. You were simply minding your own business commanding a snake lady to victory, not expecting to get seduced by a mischievous bunny-like smile and a tiny black mole under a cute pout.

“I can’t help myself around you.”

You usually didn’t say more to Namjoon’s friends than a mere hello, not wanting to bother them with your presence. They were all men after all. You expected them to want bro time or whatever. Also, you were too busy being obsessed with men that didn’t exist in real life to pursue men that did exist in real life.

At least League of Legends had 3D models so no one could say you lived only the 2D lifestyle.

That didn’t mean that you didn’t partake when the dinner laid themselves out to be eaten. They often had to, because you wouldn’t pay attention otherwise.

Purple hair drifted into your vision, surrounding you in a curtain of violet and dark brown eyes, warm exhale and trembling pink lips, trapping you in Jungkook’s gaze, but you refused to relent, keeping your gaze even. Steady breaths to disguise your racing heart.

You kept your hands closed to prevent him from seeing your shaking fingers.

“Every time I see you, I want you to touch me,” he whispered, trying to hide the edge of nervousness by lowering his voice, enticing you to lean in to hear him better because someone was wiping a damn window in the living room outside your door or was that Kim Seokjin laughing?

There was no difference.

Jungkook’s forehead touched yours and you stopped thinking about Seokjin.

“I just want you to feel me up, rip my clothes off, and fuck me until I can’t think straight. Use me, abuse me, wreck me, ruin me,” he shuddered, definitely thinking about it, and one blink and you spied the obvious tent in his pants.

“Maybe I’m a lazy girl,” you finally said, touching your nose to his, inhaling his breath, a little bit of alcohol, a little bit of fruitiness, and that hint of cologne, fresh, clean, and intense. Something else too. Musk, maybe his pheromones or something like that. Whatever it was smelled fucking delicious, just like you. What did your perfume smell like? Spiced fire blended with addictive sweetness.

You shrugged casually.

“Maybe I’m a pillow princess.”

Jungkook chuckled.

“I can tell you’re not.”

You had to smirk.

Of course, you weren’t.

You closed your thighs around his knee and squeezed, raising to your tiptoes. He gasped softly, shivering at the simple touch of your soft thighs pressing around his muscular leg. It was disturbingly noisy out there, but here it was silent, pared down to your breathing and Jungkook’s breathing, mixing together, blazingly hot, closer, closer, doing the careful dance, daring each other to make the move that was so obviously going to happen.

“What are you gonna say when they ask you where you’ve been all this time?” you whispered, avoiding letting your lips brush against his.

“The truth.”

His tongue flickered out and barely touched your lips.

You didn’t make a sound.

Jungkook moaned, the sound drifting into your throat, and you could taste his desire.

“I tripped and fell into your lap.”

Your lips curved into a smirk.

He kissed you.

His hands on the armrests of your rolling chair, pushing it back into your desk, pressing his lips to yours, inhaling deeply, wanting to breathe you, wanting to taste you, wanting you, shivering as you finally touched him with your hands, but this was you, and your first touch wasn’t going to be wasted on a conventional innocent touch.

Your fingers closed in on his rock-hard erection and stroked him through his pants.

Jungkook moaned your name right in your mouth, eyes half-lidded, his violet hair encircling your face as he rolled his hips into your palm, whining deep in his chest.

“Fuck, yes, noona, play with me…”

You flitted your tongue between his lips and he chased it, begging you for more, and yet you continued to tease, light flicks between those soft pillows, nipping at them, even pushing up his lower lip so the tip of your tongue could draw a small heart around that mole, kissing it, so gentle, so delicate. His entire body shook, your hand palming his hardness through his pants, nails scraping against his balls, caressing all of it, acting like you owned it. Jungkook was certainly humping your hand like you did.

“You only want me because I didn’t want you,” you taunted, not bothering to hide your smirk and your slight disapproval.

“That’s not true,” he panted, attempting to get you to touch his chest, pushing you back into your chair, and yet you kept the fingers of your free hand on the cusp of what he wanted, heat close but no contact, causing him to whimper every time your fingernails barely nicked his skin. “I want you because you’re pretty, gorgeous, and hot as hell.”

Hm, that sounded familiar.

“I want you because I love watching you play your favorite games,” he chuckled, kissing the side of your lips, nose to nose. “I want you because I love that little smirk you make when you do something good. I want you because I love that aggressiveness that comes out and how you seem to lose your filter. Shit, it’s so fucking hot when you’re focused. Makes me wanna see your face when you’re pinning me down and having your way with me. Makes me want to obey you and disobey you at the same time, because I want you to reward me and punish me, I just can’t decide, fuck, you make life so hard for me.”

He punctuated hard by violently humping your hand, rattling your desk with his force.

Outside you heard Namjoon yelling “CANNONBALL” and throwing himself onto that giant gray furry beanbag you paid far too much for about six months ago. It was now a household party favorite, due to its massive size and fluffiness. At the moment, it sounded like a pile of six guys in semi-formal clothing was beginning and, instead of watching this heap of hot dudes being constructed, you were making out with the seventh guy’s face and grabbing his dick.

You’ll take this trade.

You felt Jungkook’s hands groping around, undoing his pants and the zipper, trying to get you to touch more, more, desperate for you to be all over him.

“P-Please… please, I don’t know when they’re going to notice…” he pleaded. “You’re so close, so close, ah, I can’t think, please…”

“Shh…” you soothed. “The door is locked.”

Your fingertips finally touched his chest, not disappointed in the slightest when you touched those delicious-looking pecs. They felt just as nice under your palm, his pounding heart and wanton moan vibrating up your arm.

“Aren’t you a needy little brat trying to distract me from my games, hm?”

Your fingertips hooked over the waistband of his boxer briefs.

“You’re going to have to face the consequences, Jungkook.”

You said his name like a delicious sweet about to be eaten, growl in your throat as you yanked down his underwear, capturing his lips, robbing him of his cries as you clawed down his chest, grasping his cock and pumping him, long, complete strokes from base to tip, curling your fingers around his balls, juggling them with your fingers teasingly as he squirmed and groaned. Your free arm shot around his back, digging your nails into his spine, not letting him get away. His black dress shirt was falling, falling to your floor, his bluish-purple hair in your face and his strong hands on your shoulders, sliding down, kneading your breasts through your clothes, whining that you were still wearing a bra – of course, you were, six dudes were coming over and they didn’t need to see your magnificent nipples on display, although clearly one of them wanted to see – and he was trying to get to the hem of your shirt, but you smacked his hands away, building the pressure and speed, pre-cum leaking between your fingers and adding slickness to lessen the dry friction.

Fuck, you could smell him and he smelled so fucking good.

“Noona, please…” Jungkook gasped, hands on the armrests of your chair, tipping his head back at the pleasure, pants at his fucking knees, chest, crotch, thighs on display. “This is… embarrassing…”

He meant him being mostly naked and you being dressed.

You shrugged, acting indifferent. “Not for me.”

He whimpered at your words, so noticeably dominant despite not using an aggressive or commanding tone. Either that or he was very invested in you jacking him off. You suspected it was a combination of the two, considering how eagerly his cock twitched when you answered.

“What should I do, Jungkook? Should I let you cum? Or should I play with you and stop, make you put your clothes back on and walk out there, desperate to be finished off?” you mused aloud, running your nails up his back, not that hard, but he leaned back into it so they sank into him, wordlessly begging you to do it harder, so you did, setting your jaw and scratching at his back, forcing him back into position. His cock throbbed in your hand, pulsating wildly.

Hm, he really loved it, huh.

“P-Please… wanna cum, please don’t be mean…” he gasped, thrusting his hips into your punishingly tight grip.

“Hm, why does it matter? You’ll just run to the bathroom and finish yourself off anyway, right?”

“Want you to do it, please,” he begged, his long hair curling around his jaw, dark purple locks framing the sharpness, lashes fluttering as you rubbed your thumb against the underside of the head, smearing pre-cum over the slit. “Your hand feels so good, so fucking good, better than I thought, please, I need you to touch me or I can’t get off, please…”

You removed your hand.

Jungkook cried out in denied despair, pitch hiking, the sinful sound clearly audible despite the debaucherously loud ruckus outside your bedroom door that included not one, but two people howling like werewolves for some unknown reason. At this point, you were mildly curious.

But you had a job to do.

He grabbed the front of your shirt, almost sobbing with need. Somehow his violet hair was a mess and you hadn’t even touched it. It cascaded over one of his eyes, an indigo curtain, the other chocolate orb shaking and pupil dilated, black prominent in the dark brown.

“Please don’t–”

You shoved two fingers from your right hand into that pleading mouth and raised your left.

He choked, gagging a little on your fingers.

You stuck your tongue out and licked your palm, slathering it with a thick layer of slick saliva.

Jungkook’s eyes widened at the dirty action and then rolled back into his head as you wrapped your hand around his aching cock once more, now covered in saliva, swiftly and fervently jacking him off, hard, fast, tight, nearly choking his cock, pushing his chin up and his chest to your hungry mouth, tongue and teeth and lips, all over those dark nipples hardening under your persistent touch, heedless to his rising moans, so very obvious now what was happening in your bedroom.

It didn’t bother you at all. Jungkook walked in here and asked you to wreck and ruin him, so you did exactly what he asked you to do, leaving harsh bite marks and slippery saliva all over his soft skin, your perfume rubbing off onto his body, coating his chest in your scent and his pulsating thick length with your spit, and he was so fucking hard that you were impressed, feeling his mouth suck on your fingers desperately and wetly, your name a messy garble above your head.

“Fuck, yes, umpf, oh fuck, I’m so close, so close, gonna cum, goona cum for you…!”

“Jungkook?”

You had no idea who called his name through your door, because the next second Jungkook was pitching forward and shooting his cum up your thigh and chest, thick white strings painting your leggings and band t-shirt, soaking into the fabric and creating a sticky mess on your skin, your head lifting in response to his movement to avoid knocking into him, your fingers sliding out of his lips, strings of saliva snapping as they left, and suddenly Jungkook’s face was in your face, his lips on yours in a passionate kiss, rutting into your hand to increase the sensitivity, shoulders and hips flinching, whimpering gratitude and ecstasy into your mouth, his hands in your hair, kissing you deeper, more ravenously, ignoring the questioning voices, lost in the pleasure of his orgasm.

You heard Namjoon say outside your door, “I think he made his move.”

You asshole, at least warn me, you thought irritably.

“You’re so good… so good, exactly what I need… I knew you would be… fuck…”

You thrust your tongue into his lips once and backed off, chuckling as he whined for more.

“Go ask for a shirt.”

Jungkook shook his head rapidly, violet hair flying everywhere. Your hand was still wrapped around his semi-hard cock, his cum dripping onto your wrist. His ears were turning red.

“I can’t… They know something is going on…” he mumbled, scooting closer to you, as if your body heat could somehow mask the fact that you just jacked him off with six of his friends standing outside your bedroom door whispering.

“Maybe you wanted them to know.”

You squeezed his ass and he trembled, clutching your shoulders.

“Easy way to tell them that you want to be owned by me, right?”

You could tell by the way his eyes were darting around rapidly that the thought crossed his mind more than once.

“Jungkook.”

You said it loud enough for a keen ear to hear it if they were really eavesdropping. You looked up at Jungkook, his eyes immediately fixating on yours because of your tone.

In control, not to be questioned.

“Get on your knees.”

Dead silence outside your bedroom.

“B… but…”

His cheeks flushed pink.

You took his chin and pulled him down to your face, murmuring to that mole under his lips, pecking it daintily, almost innocently, his wispy moan drifting over your nose. Your words were barely above a whisper, only for him.

“You made a mess. Clean it up.”

You stroked Jungkook’s chin with your thumb, your other hand tucking his long hair behind his ear.

“I’ll let you sleep in my bed tonight, so be a good boy for me right now and I’ll let you be a bad boy in bed.”

His head tilted and Jungkook whispered your name into your mouth, drenched with desire.

You smirked, stroking his jaw fondly.

He got to his knees, in between your open thighs, leaning forward, subservient eyes on your face as his pink tongue extended, licking at his own cum staining your clothes, eyes closing at your hand on the top of his head, not directing the movement, but reminding him who was in charge here, reminding him with nails in his scalp that he was going to be fucked until he couldn’t think straight.

Used, abused, wrecked, ruined.

“I don’t wanna.”

“We both know you do.”

“But I want to fuck you,” Jungkook protested, speaking softly because everyone was sleeping, or at least it seemed that way, not that either you or Jungkook cared, because you were forcing him to his knees on your bed, pushing his torso back, nails digging into his chest, towering over him, his naked body already covered in your bites and scratches, focused on his inner thighs and chest, none on his neck because that’s where he wanted it the most.

And you knew it.

“Noona, please…”

He said please a lot for someone who did not, in fact, want to be pleased, but tortured.

You grabbed him by the chin, cocking an eyebrow.

His hands were behind him, arms shaking as they held him up, shivering delightfully under your petrifying gaze.

“Please what? Hm? Saying please when you come crawling into my room, begging for dirty things with your friends right outside, saying please when you interrupt me and distract me, jeopardizing my chances to win my game?”

You leaned in close, you knowing you were only crafting a scene, him knowing that you didn’t actually care, but Jungkook wanted to hear the words, wanted you to put that malice in your tone to caress his ears, wanted you to cannibalize his sanity and put him in a different headspace, his cock already responding to it, bobbing in the air, purple-red and achingly hard from multiple orgasms, and he still wanted more.

“Saying please so you can say please when you’re under me, helplessly begging me to let you cum?”

You could hear his whines vibrating under your fingertips, pupils blown wide, lower lip trembling, begging you already, such a needy little thing, those lovely brown eyes full of submission, muscles tense with anticipation, every passing second spiraling him into increased frustration, because instead of doing anything, you were only smirking wider and wider, pushing his head back.

“Well? Tell me if you’re a dirty boy or not. Maybe I’ll do what you want.”

His violet hair cascaded to his shoulder blades, his low moan coursing through your fingertips and the heated air of your bedroom.

“Y… Yes, I’m a d-dirty boy…”

“Noona,” you prompted.

Just because you could.

His lips curved into an open smile, two of your fingers hooked over his lower lip, fingertips rubbing his tongue. Your thumb nail pressed into his mole.

“Noona.”

You ripped the condom open with your teeth, which was not advisable unless you were the kind of person that practiced that for hours on end, spending an obscene amount of money on unused condoms to perfect your technique, because nobody wants a broken condom or lube in their teeth. Why would you want to learn such a thing? You were a stickler for details. A perfectionist in perfecting a perfect display of raw dominance.

You spat out the torn corner onto Jungkook’s chest and he whimpered, unashamedly amazed.

Your left hand removed the condom from the package and your right slid out of his mouth and encircled his neck.

You inspected the condom, lazily turning it to the correct position, fingers pressed to the sides of his neck, leaving plenty of space for his trachea between your thumb and forefinger. You didn’t bother looking at his face. Instead, you spread your legs, poised and naked over him and his throbbing cock.

Your right hand started choking him.

Your left hand started rolling the condom down his thick, hard length.

Your name leaked out of his lips in a thin gurgle, his eyes rolling back into his head.

“Say please, Jungkook.”

A sharp, distinct order.

“P… Please…” he gasped out, chest shuddering.

Your hand tightened around his throat and your pussy clenched around his cock as you forced yourself down on him.

“Oh, fuuuuuuuck…”

You didn’t bother asking if he liked it. His vicious fisting of your sheets and trembling body, cries and cock included, told you everything you needed to know. You only watched the color of his cheeks, knowing there were limits to how long you could choke him. Therefore there was no time to be wasted, already starting your favorite pace, rough and hard, filling yourself with that delicious cock built to take your abuse, jaw set, gripping his throat, blood pounding under your fingertips, slapping hips to crotch, heat sparking though your veins, hotter, hotter, your smirk growing more and more smug, tongue tracing your lips as you witnessed Jungkook’s descent into sin, raising his head so he could watch you bounce on his cock with hazed brown orbs, mouth open, tongue lolling out, circulation thinning, purple hair wild around that cute, distressed face.

You let up the pressure on his neck, dark snicker rumbling in your chest.

“This pussy worth it, brat?”

The rush of missing blood into his brain, the suffocating pleasure of your pulsating walls wrapped around his twitching cock, your authoritative growl and merciless words tearing through him – you saw it all taking over Jungkook, forced to respond honestly from pure instinct because there was no time to compile pretty words or a smart comeback.

“Yes, noona, yes, I love it, I love it, this brat fucking loves what you do to him…”

You immediately choked him again and slapped your pussy onto his cock like you were whipping him.

His eyes rolled back and a wild moan tore out of his chest, cut off by your hand.

The bed creaked under you, bearing the weight of your roughness.

“I know you love it,” you snarled, leaning in, fucking him into your bed with vigor, straining his knees, so uncomfortable and so comfortable for him at the same time, pain and pleasure, clearly something he craved and loved from how hard he was. “You said you need me to touch you or you can’t get off.”

You knew that couldn’t be true.

Jungkook probably got off hundreds of times thinking about you, otherwise he wouldn’t be so ecstatic about you violently riding his dick right now.

His teeth sank into his swollen lower lip, staring at you through his lashes, his voice a thin whisper laced with insatiable need.

“I can’t cum without you anymore.”

You removed your hand.

Your hips stopped abruptly, fulling sheathing his cock inside you.

“No!”

His shout was so loud and desperate that you had to conceal your surprise, not expecting the frantic ferocity of his tone, nearly an agonized sob as he grabbed your upper arms in a crushing grip, his indigo locks crashing into his high cheekbones, sticking to his sweaty face and sharp jaw. It took everything in you to stay calm, everything to not give in and let him have what he wanted. Maybe it was stubbornness, maybe it was knowing the role you were playing, maybe it was the sadistic side of you, who the fuck knew, but there was only a beat of hesitation, a second of you staring into those beautiful dark brown eyes, so perfect.

Just perfect.

Perfectly wrecked, willing to do anything in this moment for you to continue.

Before he could utter a peep of a plea, you shook out of his grip and seized his head, crashing his lips onto your neck.

Jungkook bit you.

Instant, searing pain, taking out all his sexual frustration on your neck, sucking at the skin, hot tongue lapping, groaning, moaning, half-crying because you didn’t move. You just sat on his dick and forced his mouth onto your neck, gleefully savoring his despair, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to feel the pleasure, his hands and nails digging into your waist, his teeth latched to the side of your throat, his stiff cock shuddering inside you, your tight heat keeping him hard but not letting him cum, repeatedly squeezing the engorged head brutally, driving him insane.

Insane.

You could feel his lips move, but you muffled his words, pushing his head into your neck.

Please.

Deep inhale, his wonderful scent filling your nose.

Please.

Riding the high that was Jungkook’s desire for you, fingers tangled into violet strands.

Please.

He felt so, so good, spoon-feeding the dom in you with his tiny whimpers and distraught sniffles.

“P… Please…”

You pressed your lips to his hair, murmuring his name sweetly.

“Jungkook.”

No quiver to your tone, only serene calm.

“Noona…”

His hands slid up your back as your hips began to rock, slow, so painfully slow, building the frenzy layer by layer, his hardness swelling inside you, his soft lips pressed to his hickey onto your neck, even more turned on because he knew you let him mark you, he knew in this moment you were his and only his, everything he wanted and more, his hips rising to meet yours, deepening your thrusts, matching your force, burying his face into your skin and your scent, wanting nothing more than your command over his body.

You turned his head, tucking his hair behind one ear, speaking dark whispers into that curve.

“You look the best when on your knees for me, Jungkook.”

He shivered, your name falling sloppily from his lips, drunk from your power and lost in his service.

You let go of his head and grabbed his shoulders instead, putting all of your weight onto him, now letting yourself chase it, chase the orgasm that you had been building for yourself all this time, letting yourself feel Jungkook and feel the full force of the pleasure he gave you, because, yes, of course, you served him first before you, even if it didn’t seem like it.

Because when it came down to it, Jungkook came to you, opening himself petal by petal to show you his vulnerable side, testing the waters, hoping, wishing, praying that maybe, just maybe, you were the kind of person that he was expecting, wanting, needing, and you, knowing how difficult that was because, well, you had made it difficult, only focusing on games and not on those longing eyes that watched you whenever you came into his view.

Eyes that you looked into now.

Half-lidded, glazed over, fucked-out, still honest.

His large hands were still on your waist, holding you to him as you rode him with furious slaps, muscles flexed in his chest and arms, tattoos on his right arm tense and taut from holding this position for so long. He looked so good. Felt so good. Had an amazing cock.

And fuck.

Jungkook had a cute face.

You genuinely smiled.

“I’ll take care of everything,” you drawled, injecting your words with conviction and adoration.

That did it.

His lips parted, low groan emitting from his throat as his head tipped back, purple waterfalling onto his back, thrusting up into you and shooting into the condom with fierce jolts, unable to hold back any longer, his entire length flinching uncontrollably, sweet whimpers at his release, feeling sorry that he didn’t let you cum first, but that didn’t matter, because you rode through it, already there, falling, falling, your sigh like laden smoke as your orgasm slammed into you, welcoming the bolts of cruel pulses flying through you, concentrated onto your core, Jungkook’s moans hiking into pitched ecstasy at the convulsing clenches of his oversensitive, overused cock, arms embracing you tightly, hugging you for dear life, chest to chest, pounding heart against yours.

Your fingers tangled into his hair.

His hand fitted around your head.

Lips to lips and you took care of everything, claiming that mouth as yours, holding him up even though you were the one in his lap, your kiss onto that perfect mole under that pretty pout, cherishing every mumble of your name, lowering him onto your pillows, soft kisses in between. You took care of everything, lifting yourself off him, chuckling as he whined, pawing for you to come back, but you rapped his knuckles and calmed him, removing the condom and cleaning him off gently with a towel, soft kisses in between because he wanted the attention, deliberately not closing his eyes until you crawled back into the bed, tucking the covers around you and him, Jungkook immediately turning and yanking you into his chest, nose against your skin.

“Who’s the pillow princess?” you teased, ruffling his long violet locks.

His lips pressed onto your hickey, his mark on you, and he sighed in content, drifting into sleep.

In the morning, you found a pile of five guys in the living room sleeping in various positions on the giant gray furry beanbag and the sofa. Jungkook was in your bed, passed out. The last guy, Min Yoongi, was in Kim Namjoon’s room, sleeping on his bed, because he was a smart man and took advantage of a perfectly good bed that five drunk hooligans undoubtedly forgot about.

You chuckled and rubbed your neck as you brushed your teeth, seeing yourself and the large purple hickey Jungkook had made last night in the bathroom mirror.

You went back to your room after retrieving the sewing basket from the living room, spending the morning calmly stitching the small buttons back onto his black dress shirt as the seven guys in your apartment continued to snore away.

Then you went back to playing League of Legends.

Ah, Cassiopeia, I had an eventful evening, but I have returned to you.

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(One) Medical exemption

***Reader Request***

Word Count - 3,500

Perspective - 3rd person, Daryl’s POV *this is a first attempt, so be prepared for it to seem like one XD*

When - Alexandria, pre-Negan

Relationships - Daryl x (doctor!) reader

Genre - very fluffy. Hey, it’s fanfic

Pronouns - she/her

TWs - “you” may have been in the Navy once, but don’t ya know, Daryl is the one with the mouth of a sailor

“Nope, get your butt back here, Daryl. You’re limping.”

He felt his pulse start to quicken. Damn it, when would that stop? He’d already hung out with and eaten dinner with her a ton of times and held her hand!

Maybe he’d feel better after they finally, you know, kissed.

Yeah, maybe...maybe he should buck up and finally kiss her. It’d been long enough, so she was probably waiting for that. And he really liked her. And trusted her.

“I’m just going to lightly palpate here, okay? If you feel any pain or discomfort, tell me.”

Damn, he loved how she talked. Didn’t know what half the stuff meant if it was medical, but he just loved hearing her voice. She’d been raised in North Dakota before she went to Maryland as part of her Navy medic training, then after she was out of the military, had gone to Virginia to do her residency, where by chance she ended up in Alexandria after shit hit the fan.

Whoa, that tickled! He tried not to laugh, but it just came out. Giggling back quietly, she said “Sorry, didn’t realize how ticklish you are.”

She never lost that Midwestern accent and he loved that about her. And how she would just bust out into that medical mumbo jumbo made it all the more interesting. But it was even better when she tried to copy his own accent, because it just sounded so damned cute.

But shit, why was she now feeling around there, and why was she crouched down like that?

“Damn, woman!” comes out before he can stop himself.

“Mind out of the gutter, handsome – but if you feel self-conscious or unsafe, please say so,” she tells him, and immediately stops what she was doing.

He shakes his head and mumbles back “M’sorry. You’re just makin’ sure I ain’t hurt too bad.”

She smiles at him and resumes her examination, saying “Your comfort level is still important, though. Tell me if you need me to stop at any point.”

The tricky part was trying not to think too much about how close she was to his...you know. But hey, if she had to examine his hips, she had to examine his hips.

That was the other thing he loved about her. She didn’t pressure him when it came to the physical parts of their relationship. Everything about what they had felt easy, smooth, natural, safe. Like breathing or some shit.

“Now, from where did you fall exactly, Daryl?” she asked, brows low as she concentrated on what she was doing.

“Whoa, get a room, guys,” Glenn suddenly snickers from the hallway, his arm covered in road rash. When did he get there? Why wasn’t he in his room??

“C’mon, get out of here, man!” Daryl shouts, embarrassed. Hopefully, the look he was giving him was saying “Not in front of her, Glenn!”

“Glenn. It’s impolite to peek into an exam room that isn’t yours,” she gently chided him. “I’m evaluating to see if we’re dealing with a complete or subluxation,” she explains, sounding completely at ease. But what the hell was sub-lucks-ay-shun? Was that bad?

“Denise, I have your patient!” she calls out sweetly. Then she looks at Glenn again and asks, concerned and curious “Glenn, did you receive those abrasions during the run?”

Okay, well that one was easy. Glenn had road rash from falling off the bike with him, so abrasion must’ve just been the fancy medical way of saying road rash.

“Glenn, what are you doing?” he heard Denise shout from down the hall. Her footsteps made their way back and she too looked into the room, where Y/N was still kneeling.

Oh what the fuck, why was Daryl getting so embarrassed at nothing? She was kneeling to examine him because he was limping, nothing more! Why was he getting all stupid about it?

Denise nudges Glenn’s shoulder. “Do I have to rat on you to Mrs. Rhee?” she puts it to him. Finger extended, she wags it and orders “Back to your room, we gotta clean up that arm.”

“Sorry, D-man,” Glenn apologizes to Daryl as he’s lead away.

“After you’ve dealt with Glenn’s abrasions, I may need you both,” Y/N calls to Denise.

“Aye aye, captain!”

Daryl swallows. Y/N seems to sense his nerves and assures him “It would be a very simple maneuver, if we even have need of it. I do need to palpate closer to the pubic area, however, I apologize.”

You can handle this, Daryl, she’s a doctor he tells himself. Also...what “maneuver” did she mean?

“Now this may feel unpleasant when I press here –”

Shit, definitely did!

“Okay, that is certainly tender then. Now call to mind the worst physical pain you’ve had in your life, Daryl. I would like you to compare how that felt to this, and rate it for me, 1-10, with 10 being the highest pain level.”

“S’fine,” he sputters out. Holy fuck that hurt!

“Sweetheart? You’re a little too tough for your own good sometimes, aren’t you?” she answers knowingly. She’s rubbing her gloved thumb along his fingers and it’s making him feel all funny in his stomach. Damned butterflies.

She stands back up and tells him “Now, I’m going to leave the room for a moment. I need you to pull down your pants and check your underwear for any signs of blood coming from either your penis or your rectum. Then tell me through the door, a simple yes or no.”

Next thing he knew he was standing alone in the room. Y/N calls to him from outside to mention that “If you could use some help, either myself or Denise can assist you, or Glenn if you would feel more comfortable with another male.”

Thank God Rick or Glenn wasn’t in there to tease him mercilessly, because Daryl got red again as soon as she mentioned the word “penis.” And God save him if Carol or Abraham could see his face. What was he, a 14 year old boy again?

“Daryl?”

“I’m good, m’good!” he quickly says, and he carefully tried to shimmy his pants and boxers down, a little too conscious of the fact that she was on just the other side of the door. “Um, it’s...it’s fine, there ain’t none of...none of that stuff goin’ on,” he awkwardly tells her.

“Now please leave your pants where they are, but pull your under garments back up, okay?” Wait, she was gonna see him in his underwear? It’s fine Dixon. She’s a doctor! “Are you able to sit down, Daryl?” she asks him through the door.

“Um, n-not really.”

“Okay, let’s keep you standing then. You’ll see I left a small blanket by the table there, that’s for you to use to cover yourself if you feel uncomfortable being in your skivvies.”

She was so damned smart and thoughtful. How the hell had he gotten so lucky? And how the hell had he not had the balls to kiss her yet?

“May I come back in, or do you need more time?”

“Nah, it’s all good.” He does end up grabbing the blanket, though.

The door clicked open, and she walks back into the room, giving him a playful wink. He really liked how she smelled. It wasn’t a perfume that she wore or nothing, it was just how she smelled.

“Daryl, I would like to have Denise come in and to take another look and give a second opinion about your injury. Would that be alright with you, or would you prefer that I simply discuss it with her? It’s up to you,” she assures him.

“Denise is cool,” he shrugs.

“Remember, you are allowed to say ‘no’ if something makes you uncomfortable.”

“Nah, she’s cool. My hip though, not so much,” he joked, wincing when he tried to put weight on the injured side.

“Oof, careful sweetheart,” Y/N coos, steadying his shoulders before quickly jogging to the doorway and calling out “Denny, please come on in when you’re done, I’d like your opinion!”

“On it, babe!” gets shouted back, and Y/N then turns to Daryl again.

“This injury,” she asks him plainly and simply, but not coldly. “Was it a result of you and Glenn falling off your bike?”

He swallows. “Maybe?”

“Please describe what happened as best as you can recall for me, Daryl.”

“We, um, we was ridin’ along when we almost hit this fuckin’ cat, the damn thing dashed out from under some broken down car to get away from a walker. I swerved, but we were on this patch of leaves and we slid out.”

“Okay. How about the event of falling, especially how your hip or leg was injured.”

This was embarrassing. He’d been riding for over a decade and still made this mistake. “I was tryin’ to keep it balanced, but it didn’t work out and I felt this tug, I dunno.”

“And do you remember hitting your head at any point during the fall?”

“Maybe? Nah, not that I can remember.”

She nods, then asks as if it were nothing “Were you wearing a helmet at the time, or riding without at the time?”

...He didn’t want to answer that question truthfully. And that was an answer for Y/N in itself.

“Alright. I’m going to do a quick sweep, because sometimes in the event of an emergency, it can be easy to not realize that we’ve hurt ourselves until much later, and with head trauma this would be especially worrisome. Do you have any head, neck, or shoulder pain right now?” she asks next, carefully moving her fingers along his scalp then swiftly along down his neck and across his shoulders, then finally his spine. She’s standing on her tippy toes.

Daryl finds himself subconsciously groaning at how nice and gentle her hands felt. It was almost like a massage. Then, his stomach flutters and he turns even redder than he’d been before after she giggles softly in response and presses a chaste kiss to his temple.

“You only get that because you’re cute, Daryl,” she murmurs. “But if none of that was painful, I’d say we can rule out any head trauma and avoid fitting you into a cervical traction collar, thank goodness. I don’t think you’d fancy that too much.”

She grabs a tissue out of the box, folds it up into a square, then – what? She put the corner into one, then into the other ear. Then into his nose? Um...

Her sweet laugh fills the room again as she lets him know that was “A quick check for cerebrospinal fluid, just to be safe.”

Cerebro-who fluid? Daryl had no idea what that shit was, but Y/N did and he loved that.

Her posture becomes more relaxed as she further explains to him “The presence of cerebrospinal fluid would be indicative of basiliar skull fracture or otherwise trauma going as deep as the dura mater, which would be just...awful!”

She closes her eyes and shakes her head in horror at the idea of whatever the hell she was just describing. A bad concussion, maybe? “I had a soldier once who was leaking CSF; but don’t ya know, we had no idea he’d gotten injured that badly until they noticed it running down his nose since the other signs were non-indicative.”

Another sigh and a shake of her head. “Now, I didn’t palpate any cranial abnormalities, but I wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight without making sure.”

And she was telling him all of this as if her explaining it made all the sense in the world. Hot damn, he found that adorable. And generous. What would a redneck like him know about...whatever all that stuff was?

She didn’t even realize how damned smart half the stuff she said sounded. And if she never took her hand off his cheek, he wouldn’t complain.

Denise bursts into the room a second later, saying “So, did he tell you about his and Glenn’s lack of helmets on the bike yet, or did I just spoil the surprise?”

Glenn must be in the hallway because he calls to Daryl “Sorry man, she’s good.”

Y/N’s expression is amused, and she replies good-naturedly “I was working up to that point. I got a crush on this one, Denny, you know how that is.” She’s now examining his wrists and shoulders. Oh, never mind, now it’s the lower back. So efficient!

“Hey, Dixon!” Denise says loudly, and points to her head. “Helmet. Wear one. I don’t want either of you having to get scraped off the road and into a Tupperware container, got it?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good,” she breathed, blinking and realizing just how commanding she’d suddenly been. “Hm. Hey Y/N, I could get used to hearing ‘Yes ma’am.’ Was that the best part of being in the Navy?”

“Definitely wasn’t the vacation time,” she snorts back.

Denise next rubs her hands together and says “Alright, what am I looking at?”

“Daryl, is this okay?” Y/N whispers to him, checking again that he felt comfortable with the exam. He nods, and returns the little squeeze she gave his hand.

“Denise, I want your opinion when you examine the proximal...” and whatever was said after that was beyond him. Proximal this, distal that, something about a femoral head, and an ill-ee-ack something or other and an ace-et-ab-yoo-lum. Daryl really enjoyed hearing Y/N talk about that stuff. It’s just that she was passionate about it, and so good at it!

“Daryl?”

“Mm?”

She lowers one brow and smiles. “Did you hear a word I just said?”

He blinked. “What was that again?”

“We need to re-position you, and it may cause some pain. A joint reduction of this kind is normally done under waking sedation.”

“Reduction?”

She rephrases it “Joint relocation. I can’t believe you rode home even with a partial dislocation, that must have been excruciating.”

He might have shrugged again in response, but he also found himself standing a little taller as he brushed it off. “Ain’t no big deal.”

She held her grin in as she called “Glenn, please come in now.”

First, she and Denise removed his boots while Glenn held his leg steady. This was definitely not how he pictured the first time she’d help him undress would be like. N-not that he’d imagined that too much, but sometimes it just happened, you know? She was sweet and smart and pretty and smelled nice.

And next went his jeans, which had been by his knees, at least. Daryl grumbles. Was this what them frogs in science class felt like?

He really wished he’d worn clean boxers today.

“You look good, man,” Glenn whispers. Daryl just grumbles again in response.

Y/N gave brief instructions, and on three they all lifted him and got him lying on his back (soo-pine, she called it). And oh fuck, OW!

After making an apology for the pain, she apologized once more that she had to now push aside the blanket far enough so that she could position his leg up and grip his thigh and calf. She left his private area covered, but his whole thigh was on display.

“Okay then, our culprit is ready for re-positioning. On my nod, you please push, and you please hold steady,” Y/N says to Denise and Glenn respectively. “And Daryl, please start counting down from seven.”

“Seven?”

“You betcha, seven seconds should do it, handsome,” she responds cheerfully.

Why seven, though? Well, she was the doctor, he guessed.

He starts the countdown “Seven, six, fi – oh flyin’ fuck!”

Shit, that hurt like a bitch, OW! “Mother-fucker,” he hisses, unable to stop himself from cursing. Oh wow, but it already felt so much better. “Holy shit, woman.” And he had to admit, that also wasn’t the way he imagined saying that phrase to her the first time she had him panting in relief.

“Now, tell me how many times I tap each toe, as I tap them, please. Denise, Glenn, thank you for your help.”

“Rest up, dude,” Glenn tells him.

“I’ll bring you by some painkillers and clean socks in a few minutes, okay?” Denise says, trailing behind Glenn out the door.

He looks back at Y/N, so diligently doing whatever the hell she was doing, tapping his foot and ankle and calf. “Making sure the sensation is still there,” she explains. “And this one should be familiar,” she announces before placing her hand below his knee and quickly bopping her other hand on it like a hammer.

“The reflex test, cowboy,” and she proceeds to do it by his foot as well. “Daryl? I don’t think you know just how lucky you are that we were able to fix that so easily. Injuries like that could put someone out for months back in the old world. You don’t even appear to have any associated fractures or tearing, it’s, it’s just miraculous.”

Finally, she appears to have finished everything she wanted to. Her expression is soft as she pulls over the chair right next to his bed and takes his hand in hers. “What’s killing me is that I forgot to wave goodbye before you went on that run today,” she confesses quietly.

He hates it when she’s sad! “S’okay, Y/N. I mean, I forgot to wear my helmet.”

Her eyebrows raise. She wasn’t dumb. “Forgot, or?”

His face warms for probably the tenth time that afternoon and he sheepishly admits “Maybe I just didn’t want to put it on...”

“Daryl, I love you. Please wear it, if only for my sake?”

Sorry, she what? She...did she just say that to him? That was the first time she’d said that! That was the first time either of them had said that! Holy shit, woman!

He feels sweaty. He feels shaky. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. And holy shit again, because her cheeks just got dark, too! He didn’t know what else to do, so he does the only thing that is in his mind.

He lifts her hand, still tightly holding his, and kisses her palm.

She bites her lip.

Oh no, did he do something wrong? Why were her eyes getting all wet? Stupid Daryl, stupid inexperienced redneck, clueless idiot bastard hick trying to be all romantic with this smart, beautiful doc –

Happily, his little inner monologue of insulting himself gets cut short as she laughs. Laughs!

“You have no idea how often I’ve been thinking about you kissing me.” Was she actually flustered? Had he done that good? “Somehow, that was better than all the different ways I imagined you first doing it. And believe me,” she adds, “I’ve been considering it all four months we’ve been together, and I watched ‘A Walk to Remember’ the other night,” she chuckles, wiping her eyes with her free hand.

And what? They’d been together for four months already? Shit that went by fast. “W-wait, c’mere, I gotta, I gotta kiss you proper, then.”

“You ‘gotta kiss me proper?’”

“Yeah, on the mouth,” he nodded, trying to sit up and waving her over with his free hand.

What was that expression on her face now? Good God, Daryl’s heart was gonna jump out of his throat at this rate. And oh good God, did he really just try to wave her over so he could give her a kiss? Their first kiss?

“Daryl?” she lets him know gently. “I know we’ve been going slow, so a kiss is a big step. A proper kiss, that is. I don’t want to make you feel trapped by kissing you when you’re already so vulnerable.”

Holy shit, he loved her, too, didn’t he? Why didn’t he think those words until now?

Y/N chews on her thumbnail for a moment then adds “And it’s not ethical in the slightest for a doctor to behave romantically with a bedridden patient,” throwing him a wink and a smile that made him grateful the blanket was back over his hips.

“So what you’re gettin’ at is: once I ain’t your patient no more, I can kiss you.”

A shrug.

“What about a medical exemption or somethin’?” he then attempts.

It was worth a shot, I mean hey, he was just glad he’d found the balls to ask.

She blushes again. “Daryl. Once we’ve got you up and walking out of here without significant pain. Is that term acceptable?”

How the hell did he love her so much and not realize it until now? Hot damn.

“Woman. Then you best believe I’m gonna be dancin’ out of here.”

Now, Daryl didn’t think anything about what he just said, he just sort of said it. She, on the other hand, seemed to forget how to breathe. When he notices this, he also forgets how to breathe.

And he sure as hell can’t go about remembering how to when she starts to lean in towards him. Her hand presses to his cheek. Her thumb grazes his bottom lip. And she leans even closer, mouth slightly parted...

And then comes knocking sounds at the (still open) door.

“Hey, um...is now a bad time?” Denise whispers awkwardly.

They turn and look at her. She’s got the painkillers in her hand and something else. “Here’s the meds, some clean socks, and I also grabbed you some, um, some nicotine gum and a magazine, Daryl. I’ll just...leave it. Right here,” she stutters, placing the bottle, the pair of socks, and the gum on the counter. “This is really bad timing, but, um...Rosita just busted her hand pretty good, and I need an actual medical doctor with field combat experience’s opinion on something.”

Y/N is already up at the counter. She’d just rummaged through the drawer and behind some stuff before she found whatever it was she was looking for. A notepad?

What’s that notepad for? She quickly scribbles something, rips it off and hands it over to Daryl, and in a flash has him take three of the pills with a long drink of water before handing him a piece of the gum and the magazine.

With a quick squeeze of her hand she tells him “I’ll be back, alright?”

And then he’s left alone. At least his pulse is settling back to normal, he guesses.

He’d almost finally kissed her!

But what was that paper she gave him, what was it, some kind of prescription or whatever? Why in the hell was she writing one out if he was gonna be stuck there anyways? He held it up and read it...

Oh.

It was a prescription.

For “(One) medical exemption.”

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