#also I know I more of your asks to answer dw

[cupcakewebkinz]

have an extra cat hc as a thanks for those delicious shelly hcs (praying for more 🙏)

Cats love warm and cozy places, no wonder they love sleeping near fireplaces or heaters. Well Vee, being a robot and all that, feels much more comfortable in colder environments because she doesn't overheat as easily in them. This, in combination with her love for tight, cozy spaces has led to the fridge being her number 1 victim. There have been countless times where Shelly would be looking for her at her usual hiding spots embty handed, only to find her upside-down inside the fridge- God forbid the fridge is full with stuff, she will remove it's contents just so she can fit inside and chill (literally). It's safe to say that Winter would be her favourite season for this reason.

I like to imagine that Shelly would be the opposite of this- she CANNOT stand the cold. In Winter time she's a shivering mess (if there's no internal heating in the building). She needs at least 2 layers of clothing just to feel warm enough to function (poor thang 💔). Vee would totally open their bedroom window in a cold snowy morning to enjoy some fresh air while Shelly would be curled up under her many layers of blankets and contemplating whether or not to throw a brick at Vee for opening the damn window again. She can withstand the heat wayyy better than your average human though. Sitting on a hot summer beach for 6 hours straight digging around for pretty clams and rocks would probably be her favourite Summer activity. Unfortunately she wouldn't be able to bring her robowife at the beach because the sand and the heat would probably kill her LMAO.

-cat vee anon

You know, you and me here, we had the same thought process, just different reasons. I'll explain don't worry XD

I always imagined that Vee would like dark places, and would curl up in thee darkest areas of the house for comfort, as I believe she's mentally ill and finds bright lights and loud noises extremely jarring and uncomfortable outside of her gameshows. So she'd find the quietest, darkest area of the house - the fridge. At first they'd just find a little bit of food kicked out of the fridge and think she forgot to put away stuff she moved out of the way to help Shelly make herself meals, but they'd open the fridge and always find Vee curled up on the bottom shelf, fast asleep. This leads to them never using that shelf for food, that's Vee's shelf now, that's where she goes. She especially does this in the summer, as Gardenview had temperatures regulated so it was always the same temp year round but Shanon obviously does not have that. She's just an autistic dinosaur fangirl who works at a daycare after all, not the owner of a massive educational center and museum. She just lives in a random ass 3 bedroom house that she inherited, of course she's not going to have the same temperature regulation tech Gardenview has. Vee very much tends to overheat constantly in the summer, and the two have never been more grateful she's a robot as she tends to go back to wearing just a bowtie in the summer, though they do learn she does have very cute details programmed into her when she's hot. Veronica did that, let's be real, she'd definitely program Vee to have digital sweat and blush when her systems are starting to overheat so they know what's going on with her. An unintended side effect of this is Vee panting like a dog when she's way too hot, which they all find really cute, but they never see her doing it unless she's literally about to shut down from over heating. Which is sad, they love seeing her act cute 💔

You're absolutely right about Shelly though, that fossil is DEFINITELY reptile coded - she's a fucking dinosaur though so I'm pretty sure I'm not the first to say that pfft. She'd love being at the beach, being in her sand pits, wearing sundresses and basking in the heat of summer. She'd go to the beach with Shanon often and come home with a large bucket of seashells just to show them off to Vee, telling her everything about what could've lived inside of them, and Vee eats it all up she loves when Shelly autisms near her. Shelly would go on for literal days about her shells if she didn't need to sleep, eat and drink, and Vee would happily listen to it all, even if she's overheating and uncomfortable as shit. I love to imagine Shanon buying Vee those cooling mats for dogs so she could sprawl out on them and be around Shelly more during the summer, because Vee would absolutely use those to keep cool and be near her beloved.

I feel like they'd come to agreement on the window thing though, as Shelly would die to have hot air come in during the summer. They'd both have 20 minutes alone in their room during their favorite season every morning just to bask in the air with the window open, and be allowed to open it again if the other isn't home/in another room as long as they close it when they come in (they do). They're not the kind of couple that would purposely piss off each other, unless they're just teasing each other and not actually getting mad at each other. Sure they'd have married couple arguments here and there, but nothing they can't make compromises on. Shelly gets her 20 minutes of hot summer air in their room every summer morning, Vee gets her 20 minutes of cold winter air every winter morning, and they both chill with the windows open in the spring and fall because they both enjoy those seasons. Win win.

Oh yeah that poor fossil would be absolutely bedridden a LOT in the winter, shivering constantly, has a cold/flu 90% of the time, always in a bundle of blankets and under a heat lamp. Vee and Shanon hunt down thee thickest, warmest clothes for her every winter, but its never enough. Thankfully Vee would rarely ask Shelly to go outside in the winter though (snow = water) so she'd always have a reason to be bundled up on the couch now, and often be snuggled up with her favorite lil tv and watching Christmas movies with her. Or singing songs by the fireplace with a cup of cocoa in her claws, her robot wife playing the guitar not far from her and enjoying life. Vee always makes her the best soups to keep her warm too... Even though nobody but Vee knows how she knows how to make such good soups. (Spoiler - Sprout taught her) Vee will never admit how she learned, saying it's a chef's secret, though it tastes oddly familiar to Shelly. Shelly stops questioning the fifth time she asked tho, she knows Vee's a stubborn ass when she wants to be, she'll never reveal her secrets until she wants to.

Poor Shanon though, she has so many more bills to pay now, she has to try to keep them both comfortable year round with their vastly different needs. She's just happy they're alive and well though.

(Also congrats on embracing your anon name, I'm still incredibly happy you love it! ♡)

[blorboresidue]

hi when does kabru show up in dungeon meshi for realsies bc I looked it up in the wiki and it said ch 10 but then he like "died" or smth so when does he come back bc im intrigued

oh!!! I don't have a functioning memory tbh but iirc his death doesn't last long :D

[connormoving]

also i admire dws refusal ever to engage with language barriers

[urstruly-ghst]

girl, get up ! - riddle, leona, vil, silver

in which u suck at phys ed and they're trying to help you out

requested ask !

author's note: i am not physically fit as i like, but dw!! we all have our moments 😌 now get up and be that slay queen (or start low impact exercises for now!)

riddle rosehearts

riddle rosehearts is a well rounded individual, he was raised in a household were meals calculated and regimes strictly adhered. if you think riddle is strict with his exercising, you would be surprised. riddle was someone who was not the most adept to exercising, and understands you wanting to take it at your pace. but don't think you're getting away with it.

fret not! riddle takes things slow, and in accordance with the rules of the queen of hearts, taking note of your weaknesses and strengths. he even rewards you at the end, each small victory was worth a party.

if your goal was to hit 5 pushups or rounds of burpees, he'd set it to 10. harsh, however, he claims if you settle for less you get less. riddle wants you to aim high (and he would even join in on your physical journey!)

"i think im gonna be sick" you yelp and try to not pass out at your 4th day of attempting to do sets of squats and this exercise.

"you're doing fine, rose." riddle said smiling before observing your notions. despite your protests, you did well. your initial goal of just 5 laps around the oval became 6! it was a small improvement, but you managed to do it.

"after this, we can relax and enjoy some new tarts trey baked." riddle smile warmly as he jogged next to you, noticing you brighten up

leona kingscholar

leona laughed at you first. born with athletic capabilities, he couldn't believe you can't do a simple push up or run down at least 5 laps. however, he wasn't one to keep someone down, leona wants a fair fight.

it starts off simple, leona would observe you and see it as you not pushing yourself. leona would be behind you, motivating you (odd to see him out of bed), making sure you're in the right position and actually getting your goal. you need 30 push ups for vargas? you're doing those 30 push ups... with his help.

lends a lot of his time or some trainer to help you. though, don't expect he'd be doing this often, he still likes his nap times you know? you can do exercises after the nap!

"mmh. herbivore. you're quite close to running more than yesterday" leona mumbled walking beside you as you jogged. his long strides make your jog a walk for him. he admired you before patting your head

"yeah because you literally pushed me!" you retort but he smiled and followed you to the end of the track, marking your newfound success: running 500 meters!

"good job, herbivore... now let's go rest, you ended exactly on my nap time."

vil schoenheit

vil wasn't going to make you be a lazy potato. he can see the potential and determination from you. he is the most hands-on out of all, he tracks it closely and adheres everything to his own personal trainer.

each move you both do comes from professional advise and vil does the same exercises as you (although with bit more intensity on his end). the meals afterwards were also a highlight. vil prepared the after meals himself, go on, eat up!

he's more strict. vil won't take no willy nilly answer, and he won't allow slip ups. vil is a very determined person, once he sees a diamond that needs polishing, he'll handcraft it with time and effort. vil showers each progress you've done with praise and small personal victories he records and keeps hidden for him to admire.

"ah, my dear, look at that. another stellar news, you've managed to hit the goal in record time." vil rejoices as you both finished the prescribed exercises from his trainer. you beamed and smiled proudly

"all thanks to you, vil!" you praise him but he smiled and shakes his head.

"no, all you, dear. you pushed your limits and got us both here."

silver

silver is a trained knight, he was no stranger to the regime of ruthless training. however, he does know that reaching goals is hard. he had his fair share of failures of reaching certain goals with his habit of sleeping. though, silver is still strict and maintains that if you want to be active, push through it

he would share his regime at a lighter level and even trains you himself, silver guides you gently and even makes you disregard your goal so he ensures you're not in a hurry and get hurt. though, that was because his regime had quite some brutal exercises.

and sometimes, he'd pull in sebek or lilia for some regime tweaking so he can sneak more time to help you be more active. though it was difficult sometimes, silver can't help but feel sleepy sometimes when he trains you...

"okay, your footing isn't that great. it lacks some..." silver yawned as he gracefully guides you into holding a baton firmly. you were sweating as the faux fighting with the baton proved to be more difficult. it was awesome though, you get to see him wield such grace!

"silver, we need a break" you huff tired. silver smiled before shaking his head, even if he was sleepy, he wasn't allowing you be trained half-assed.

"nope. now, parry"

[lascvitae]

❀༉‧₊˚ telepathy ── kim minjeong!

── minjeong has been distant lately and you have no idea why. she’s also been blushing way more around you lately and you still don’t know why.

pairing. spider!minjeong x fem!reader genre. fluff, comedy, angst but not too much bc i wanted to keep it minimal 😓 (happy ending dw) warning(s). cursing, horrible attempt at comedy, i want a natty and i want a julie

word count: 4.4k

feat. natty & julie of kiss of life, yeonjun of txt & ryujin of itzy.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ katty ᥫ᭡: a birthday gift for the og camp @jjjaliyah happy birthday pookie <333 also let me guys know if you want a part 2 bc i left so many openings for one (on purpose) BTW i tried a new layout i hope you giys like it OKAY I’M DONE YAPPING BYE

masterlist.

“if you could have any superpower in the world, what would it be?” you asked, setting down your cup of strawberry ice cream and turning to face your best friend.

minjeong brought her knees up to her chest, tilting her head as if she were contemplating an answer to the question.

“mm…” she hummed, concentration etched onto her pretty features.

it finally clicked and she averted her gaze to you, scooping up a spoonful of ice cream. “i would choose telepathy.” she decided, bringing the spoon up to her mouth. “so i could read people’s minds.”

you nodded, leaning backward on your hands. “that’s a good one.” the sun had begun to set and you couldn’t help but stare at it.

“what about yours?” she returned your curiosity, tongue darting out to swipe up the ice cream that settled on the corner of her lips, coating a bit of her piercing.

“probably telepathy too.” you agreed. “i want to know what people think of me.” that wasn’t lie, even if your mind constantly wondered what only minjeong thought of you. “it would be nice to know what the judges think of my performance.”

the blonde-haired girl laughed at your reasoning, shaking her head as she continued to devour her cup of ice cream. “that’s such a y/n thing to do.”

you raised an eyebrow, slightly offended. “and what does that mean?” her smile widened at the sound of your offense, playing with her snake bites with a humorous gaze.

“of course you’d use your power for that.” she began. “you’re so worried about this talent show. don’t you know that you’re already gonna win first place?”

“you don’t know that.” you argued. “mrs jung could select some critical judges.”

“i do.” she answered quickly. “i know you better than you know yourself.”

typically another strong remark you could come up with silence her for a bit further but you accepted defeat this time around. something you rarely did but with minjeong, you didn’t mind it.

so with a sigh, you picked up your cup of ice cream and began to work at it again. “what would you use your telepathy for then?”

a quiet giggle escaped her lips. “to know what you’re thinking.” she spoke rather bluntly. this caught you off guard and frankly confused you. this wasn’t something minjeong would normally say.

“so i can think of easier come backs. that way, you won’t ever have another win under your belt.” she concluded, making you roll your eyes in a good-natured manner.

“i should have known.” you took a spoonful of ice cream to your lips.

this was becoming a daily routine — hanging out in the trunk of minjeong’s car and watching the sunset while eating whatever the two of you had craved that day.

the summer heat left no other option but ice cream to cool the two of you down, and lucky for you, minjeong knew the best ice cream spot in town.

so these conversations weren’t uncommon for you two. it had been something that she suggested as soon as she had gotten her car in sophomore year.

and now, nearing the end of senior year, it was a staple in your friendship. not only that alone, but it was one of the main reasons why you fell for minjeong in the first place.

the small moments added up to unforgettable moments and everything in between, deepening your relationship with her. the fact that you both could go anywhere and never run out of things to talk about was something that you required in a partner.

from the time that you met her in third grade to now, there was really never a dull moment with minjeong. it was always full of smiles.

but something about her seemed off as of late.

it worried you deeply because it was something that you had experienced before with your ex-girlfriend ryujin.

ryujin would be late to dates that were arranged even weeks prior, and she was always prepared with a lame excuse underneath her belt.

minjeong looked down at her apple watch, setting her cup down soon as it was empty. “we should get going now. didn’t you say that you wanted to practice some more?” she glanced at your form. “even though you don’t need it.” she mumbled.

you were honored that she remembered, holding onto your cup as you stood up from your spot. “i did. what time is it?”

“seven.” she responded quickly, following in your steps. you waited for her to toss the cup into one of the nearby garbage cans at the park, walking towards thepassenger door as you saw her coming back.

sbe practically teleported to your side with how fast she made it there, opening the door for you. and she wasn’t even out of breath.

“you know you don’t open doors with me around.” her tone made you feel as if she were scolding you, even if it were supposed to be more of a reminder. but the smirk on her lips didn’t go unnoticed.

rolling your eyes playfully, you climbed into the seat and buckled your seatbelt. she closed the door, walking over to the other side.

with a quick button press the trunk began to close and she started the car, driving through the city because she knew how much you enjoyed the view.

that wasn’t the only reason why, though. the scenic route allowed you to spend more time with her.

her playlist began to start on shuffle, serving as the perfect background noise while you let your window down.

the lights of the city illuminated your face beautifully as minjeong traversed through the streets, breeze assisting in cooling you off with the coldness of your unfinished ice cream.

the billboards flashed with a multitude of bright, beautiful colors and different advertisements but there was one that was always consistent whenever you two took a drive. or a theme that was consistent, rather.

it was anything spiderman. man, did this town love the fact that they had gotten a superhero. you couldn’t see all of the hype surrounding him, honestly. he was a superhero, yes, but some of the attention was a bit excessive.

but you pulled out your phone, snapping a few pictures of the beautiful before you. and little did you know, minjeong was desperate to do the exact same thing.

once you clicked the frame in the tiny corner you were met with nothing but blurry pictures, disappointment etched onto your face as the car stopped at a red light.

so you took the opportunity to capture a few photos now that the car wasn’t in motion anymore, earning a quiet laugh from minjeong.

“what?” you scoffed, making her head shake from left to right. she had been staring at you the whole time, and you hadn’t even noticed.

you shivered a bit, unsure if it was because the amount of cold coursing through your veins now or because of the intensity of minjeong’s gaze.

either way, she didn’t hesitate to toss her jacket in your direction. “we come this way almost every single time and you still have pictures to take.”

you huffed, stubbornly wrapping the jacket around your body and snuggling into the dizzying scent of her perfume.

“when a view is pretty you don’t get tired of taking pictures.” you answered matter-of-factly, scrolling through your most recent ones.

minjeong hummed as the light turned green, stepping on the gas as she made it her top priority to get you home safely.

“well i guess you’re right.” she muttered, watch making a weird noise before she checked it.

“but i have to cut the tour short.” she spoke, voice with a slight roughness to it now. she made a quick left turn, taking the backroads to your home.

you sighed.

this wasn’t anything new. whenever minjeong got a certain notification on her watch, she was quick to leave you and disappear for about an hour or even sometimes more.

you were used to it, though. she had made it a habit ever since junior year and you were too afraid to bring it up.

“you’re driving kind of fast, jeongie.” even if it were true or not, you just wanted to get her attention back on you. or at least have one last conversation before she would leave for who knows how long.

“i’m doing five over. that’s legal.” she didn’t spare you a glance, eyebrows furrowed slightly. you couldn’t tell if she was annoyed or lost in thought.

you decided to leave her alone, finishing your ice cream moments before she pulled to the side of your lawn.

“same thing tomorrow?” you unbuckled your seatbelt, ready to get out of the car.

she nodded, and once you began to step out her hand gripped onto your arm to prevent you from doing it.

“wait.” she called out, face tinted a light shade of red.

you would find her cute if she hadn’t been blowing you off for the past year.

“um. can we do something different tomorrow?” she asked, reluctantly releasing her grip on you.

your eyebrow raised, clearly intrigued. “like what?”

“a date?”

you freezed up, blinking a few times at the sound of it. you almost believed that she was just joking before you saw the tug she did on her piercing that she only performed once she was nervous.

“yeah. sure.” you nodded, fighting back the smile begging to dance across your lips and squeal out loud. “as friends?”

but you lost the fight as minjeong smiled, leaning back in her seat with a shrug. so you just squealed internally.

“i don’t know. maybe more. how is five pm?” she suggested and you could only nod.

“then goodnight, y/n. get lots of rest so you won’t be tired.” you giggled quietly, shutting the door after a brief moment of silence.

she made sure that you got into the house safely, closing the door behind you and locking it with a soft click.

you sighed, tossing your ice cream into the trash before walking into your room and taking off your jacket, pitching it onto your bed.

that was when you realized.

that wasn’t your jacket.

shit, shit, shit. you thought to yourself, grabbing it and speed-walking to the front door so you could avoid confrontation from your sister and catch minjeong in time.

to your surprise she the car was still parked in the same spot, not even had moved by an inch.

so you sprinted towards it, jacket in hand. only to be met with no minjeong.

your smile instantly faded, examining every inch of the car to see if she was just in the backseat or something along the lines.

but there was no minjeong. her shoes were tossed in the backseat and so was her bag.

she had to come back, though — how else would she get home?

you wanted to leave the jacket on the top of her car or somewhere else but you feared that someone would take it so you just stepped back inside with it in your hands.

tomorrow came rather quickly and so that meant your date with minjeong did as well.

you gathered everything you needed into your bag as the final bell rung, signaling that it was time for dismissal.

usually minjeong would drive you home after school but you weren’t sure if your nerves could handle seeing her before the date, so you were pitching a ride with some of your other friends this time around.

“are you ready for tomorrow?” julie found you at your locker, sipping from her stanley as she locked arms with you. “they’re gonna love your performance. i already know it.”

you smiled, letting her lead the way to the school parking lot. “i really hope so.” your heart began to race at the thought, anxious at all of the possible outcomes of tomorrow evening.

“hey! girl, none of that!” she nudged you playfully upon noticing how you quickly your expression had changed. “we’re all gonna be there. me, natty, and minjeong. we’ll get front row seats and —“

as the two of you continued to walk, the person who you resented locked eyes with you.

shin ryujin.

but it was different this time.

she looked like she wanted to reach out for you. like there was something she was begging to say. time seemed to slow as you walked past her and yeji.

“ —but hopefully a fire doesn’t like break out and some supervillain attacks the school or something. but i would i’ll be recording so i wouldn’t mind! maybe we can even catch spiderman on camera.” julie concluded, giggling before taking a sip of her stanley again. “hey, you listening?” she asked.

you hummed, instantly snapping your head to the side to look at her again. “oh, yeah. thanks for cheering me up, juls.” you offered her a smile and she returned it generously. “you know i’m here for you.”

you opened your mouth to speak but her gasp stopped you from speaking any further, fingers combing through her hair. “act natural! yeonjun’s looking over here.”

you rolled your eyes as she sipped from the stanley again, giving the male a wave.

“he wants me sooo bad.” she sighed and pushed the exit door open, unlocking the doors to her car. “ugh why can’t he just ask me to prom already!”

“like i know he likes me! he sat beside me in —“ and she was ranting again.

you climbed into the seat while listening to her, buckling your seatbelt.

“and he’s been checking me out hella recently. he would take pictures of me when i’m not looking and stare at me and call me pretty and stuff. and girl, he asked me out on a date! like we’ve been hanging out almost everyday and —“

“wait, you have a date with him?” you asked. the situation was beginning to sound a bit familiar. “when?”

“this weekend.” she answered, starting a random playlist. ‘espresso’ by sabrina began to blast through the speakers and just like that, julie was distracted for another three minutes.

once you arrived to your house and waved julie goodbye, you were greeted by your older sister, natty.

“hey, stranger.” she quirked an eyebrow due to seeing you home so soon. “you’re a few hours early.”

“i have something to do.” you excused yourself awkwardly, desperately trying to avoid any further conversation from the older.

she let out a scoff of disbelief, chasing behind you throughout the halls as you gradually sped off. “y/n! i just have a question!”

you stopped as you reached the doorway of your bedroom, turning around to face her. “i charge five dollars per question.”

“of course you do with your cheap ass.” she crossed her arms and you gave her a fake smile before closing the door in her face, locking it swiftly after.

“i’ll just find julie’s instagram some other way.” you heard her say from on the other side of the door, face contorting into one of disgust.

“eww! leave my friends alone!” you yelled with a shudder. after not receiving a response you decided to voice your distate in her choices once more.

“she has a boyfriend!”

five pm came around quicker than you could blink and you lay face up on your bed, waiting for minjeong to inform you upon her arrival.

you mindlessly scrolled through tik tok for a few minutes, trying to distract yourself from the growing aching sensation in your chest at the thought of minjeong standing you up.

no, she wasn’t like that. you knew her. she wouldn’t do that.

but lately, you weren’t sure of what to believe. she was ending hangouts early, putting you on the back burner. and she always had an excuse for it. it reminded you of someone.

and the realization of that stung your soul, and soon so did the tears sting your eyes.

minutes quickly turned into hours and there was no sign of minjeong. your phone buzzed multiple times with news articles but none of it was who you wanted it to be.

you accidentally clicked on a news article, grumbling quietly as you sat up.

‘spiderman saves the day again!’

you tossed your phone to the side, sitting down on the chair positioned in front of your piano. honestly, you were grateful that the town had a superhero to count on now but you couldn’t care less about him if he couldn’t fix your relationship.

the piano keys became increasingly wet as you practiced the song you planned to play for the school talent show, ‘let you break my heart again’ by laufey.

minjeong’s lack of effort recently made you question a lot of things, especially how she really viewed you.

she wasn’t the type to show anyone up and even once upon a time, you were her main focus. there wasn’t a thing in the world she would choose over you.

but recently, that just didn’t seem to be the case.

music was your refuge. it had always been. but it was just nearly impossible for you to focus on anything but minjeong.

“you okay?” natty knocked on the door lightly, voice laced with concern.

you cleared your throst before quickly wiping your tears away. “yeah, i’m fine.”

there was silence aside from the last few notes you played of the song, shoulders slumping as you finished. but you didn’t hear any retreating footsteps so you knew that she was still there.

“i got julie’s number.” she spoke in a rather annoying tone.

you laughed through the tears, shaking your head but still grateful that she could get you to show any kind of happiness in your current state.

“ew. go away.” you smiled, standing up and focusing your attention on your phone that was buzzing with a flurry of messages.

jeongie 🧍‍♀️

i’m sorry y/n

jeongie 🧍‍♀️

my mom made me help her with dinner so i couldn’t come out tonight :(

jeongie 🧍‍♀️

i’ll be at the show tomorrow, i promise

you sighed, feeling the familiar ache creeping into your chest once more. but how could you even be upset?

me

‘it’s okay, things happen ❤️’

was all you typed in response.

you swore that you heard the message sent noise from your window, eyebrows knitted together as you opened the window to investigate it.

as you saw that there was no one and nothing there, you knew that it was time for bed.

but what you didn’t know is that minjeong was there, watching you with a heavy heart.

she was just too scared to say anything.

you paced back and forth in the back of the stage, chewing at the inside of your cheek.

there were all kinda of different noises that emerged from the practice rooms and wings of the auditorium, making you even more anxious.

“y/n, you’re worrying for nothing.” natty took your hand into her own, running soothing circles onto your knuckles.

your breath was shaky, checking your phone almost every two minutes.

“minjeong still isn’t here.” you spoke with an unsteady voice, inching closer to your sister to receive more of her comfort.

natty sighed, wrapping her arms around you for a gentle hug. she caressed your back in attempt to calm your nerves more. she wasn’t one hundred percent confident of what was going on between you and your best friend but she had an idea.

“she’ll show up.” with that sentence she broke the hug, caressing the sides of your arms and fixing your hair. “you look so beautiful. mom would love to see you right now.”

you took a deep breath, eventually giving natty a courageous smile with the motivation of her words. “okay.”

“you okay now?” she double checked, and even though you nodded you didn’t feel okay yet.

“i’m gonna get some fresh air.” you infotmed her.

“be quick. they’re about to start and you’re the third act.” she warned, following you off the stage to catch the seat that julie was saving her.

on the way out you received a concerned look from her as yeonjun practically begged for her attention, only being shoved in the shoulder by her stanley. you stifled a laugh, pushing the heavy doors open and being met with the fresh air.

it was calming if you ignored the occasional sound of loud music, sirens, and car horns.

they grew progressively louder with each passing second and you couldn’t help but grow curious, taking a few steps so you could get a proper look at the scene.

you squinted to really see what was going on, walking further into the scene when you abruptly saw a car get launched into a strong man with a green suit on.

your eyes widened as it flew past you, making your first instinct to run as the ambulance had begun to be manipulated as well. all you heard was someone yelling out your name before everything else happened to quickly.

a silent scream left your lungs as you were suddenly lifted off of the ground and in the arms of spider-man himself, with the superhero and supervillain taking a newfound interest in you.

“are you insane?” the masked superhero asked you, making you furrow your eyebrows while you tried to process what just happened.

the green suit man seemed to grow jealous of how much attention you were receiving from his foe, making you his new target. “is that your girlfriend?” he spoke in a mocking tone.

the hero groaned, ignoring your protests to swing you to a nearby rooftop and out of everyone’s sight before setting you down gently.

then they shot out a web, saying one last thing before disappearing. “just stay here, okay? please. i can’t lose you.” you were extremely confused but who were you to refuse what the superhero was telling you to do?

you were y/n, of course.

“who are you?” you couldn’t help but ask.

“i’m spider—“ within milliseconds the hero was gone again, swinging through the city and leaving you with the loud fan that overpowered your thoughts.

“this stupid ass superhero. i have a talent show i can’t miss.” you grumbled, walking to the door so you could enter the building.

it ended up being locked, and with pure determination you tried to bash your way inside with no avail.

“i hate spiderman.” you crossed your arms, looking around for any other chance to get out. you had left your phone with natty so there was no possible way to phone anyone for help.

but the sake of figuring out their secret identity, you stayed put. this was someone that cared about you from what you deducted.

and in less than ten minutes the hero was back, relieved to find you in one piece where they left you.

“who are you?” you demanded again, not even giving them a chance to speak before asking your question.

they laughed, crossing their arms. “what happened to ‘thank you for saving my life spiderman?’ civilians are so ungrateful these days.”

you rolled your eyes, clearly not amused by their lame attempt at humor. “answer my question.”

they continued to stall, trying to find any excuse to beat around the bush. “you look like you’re dressed for an occasion. what is it? birthday party or funeral?”

you grumbled, pursing your lips into a thin line and crossing your arms. “no!”

“grocery run?”

“no.”

“school talent show?”

“no — wait, how did you know?”

“cause i’m spiderman.”

“ugh, i know that already!” you groaned. “take your mask off. i already know who you are anyway.” you bluffed.

“you… do?”

“um, yeah.”

“fuck.” you heard them whisper. you had to fight back the laugh pleading to escape your throat, committing to the lie.

“so you might as well take the mask off.” you spoke in a convincing tone, shrugging your shoulders in a nonchalant manner.

it was deafening silent and when you looked back up the mask was off, revealing the person you would’ve least expected to see.

“minjeong?”

her cheeks were flushed a light tint of red. “you said that you knew who i was!”

“i was lying!” you argued.

she sighed, playing with the piercing using her teeth. this was the hard part for her.

“i apologize, y/n. i wanted to tell you for a while now but i just couldn’t find the right time.” minjeong’s voice trembled slightly.

this scared her. she wasn’t sure how you would react to the news or if you would even still want anything to do with her after this conversation.

“i don’t know what i thought. i didn’t know why you kept disappearing but i would’ve never guessed this.” you replied.

“i don’t want to hide anything from you anymore. i’ve been hiding too much from you.”

“…this isn’t the only thing?”

she stayed silence for a moment, avoiding your gaze and swallowing the lump in her throat.

“my biggest fear is putting you in danger.” minjeong started. “putting you in danger and losing what we have. you’re my best friend and i’ve loved you for so long that i — i was just really scared.” her hands were trembling slightly.

the look on her face told you that she was terrified but you just smiled a bit, feeling the giddy sensation in your stomach.

“you love me?”

minjeong bit her lip. “yeah?”

you laughed shakily, a soft yet vulnerable smile dancing onto your lips. “so you did really want a date.”

“i still do.” your contagious smile triggered her own. “i mean, i’m down to reschedule if you are…”

“promise you’ll be on time and won’t stand me up this time?”

“yeah. i promise.” minjeong grinned from ear to ear.

“i guess, then. but i’m still mad at you for keeping this a secret and standing me up.”

she let out a light chuckle. “that’s fair enough this time.”

“speaking of on time, i believe you have an event to make it to.”

your eyes widened, a gasp escaping your lips. how could you have forgotten so quickly?

“it’s a shame that you don’t have a ride… or a swing.”

you rolled your eyes. “you’re so impossible.”

she walked over to you, taking your hand into her own before bringing you close. “am i really impossible for trying to protect my favorite person? i just don’t want to lose you. ever.”

you brought your arms to her middle, making her blush at the close contact.

“you won’t. i’m not going anywhere without you.”

minjeong smiled, slinging out a web and examining your facial expression. “ready? i’ll be gentle this time, i have precious cargo.”

“less talking, more swinging.”

taglist — @saysirhc @aedollie @prologue-ae

[bunnwich]

Same anon about the Leona bf Hcs....I'm also curious, do you have any ICKS when it comes to how people portray Leona romantically? plspls, I wanna get controversial.

My Leona Boyfriend HC Icks

(This is subjective, but you asked! Idk why I wanted to answer this ask before your other one… I guess I felt some type of way. It's a bit more ranty/bitchy so be forewarned. I’ve been in the fandom since the ENG release, so I've seen a lot of stuff that personally icks me. Dw I’ll get to your other ask!!)

Btw, I know some ppl won't like some of these opinions, but it's just my personal preferences at the end of the day! Friendly reminder: I am not the authority on Leona Kingscholar nor do I claim to be!!!

STINKY (But not metaphorically)

Why? He is an athlete and a prince? All the athletes I know bathe MORE than other ppl bc they get sweaty.  Besides…we all have bad hygiene when we aren't doing well mentally? So, this HC at best is just gross, and at WORST is offensive.  Also, just a question for ppl who do STILL this: Why would you WANT him to stink??? I never understood this mindset, even if he WAS that lazy. I simply wouldn’t wanna HC that he stinks. I love myself. GFBHNJM (Idia seems to get this stinky boy treatment too WHYY??? Sorry, I choose to believe my man smells good.)

HERBIVORE. (The H-Word)

I think where people lose me fast in Leona fics is hitting me over the head with the word “herbivore.” Honestly…he doesn't use the word as much as people think?? And I don’t think he would call his S/O at all. I find it mean? Because of the Japanese context of this word, and just the literal meaning. I think of it as more akin to the word “whimp” or “weakling.” It's not…cute to me? He doesn’t even use it for the MC later in the game as much. So, unless you're a lion beastman or fellow carnivore, I’d expect prey nicknames. Kitten, mouse, bird, bunny, etc. He even likens the MC to a “kitten” in a few voicelines. Just makes more sense to me, idk. Think of the silly nicknames he has for the canon cast. That or you know…he’d just use your name.

BRUTE BOYFRIEND

He's rude, sure. But no…Leona is NOT beating anyone up for looking/flirting with you. Would he be annoyed, maybe even secretly furious? Sure. But, he's not a “brute strength" kinda guy who uses his fists. (It’s almost like it's his main battle line!) If someone truly hurt you or did something off-color, he’d probably send someone else to do the dirty work to intimidate or deal with them.  In a real fight, OFC he'd defend you, but fighting cause some guy winked at you? NO. I don’t personally believe so. He’s a grown man with high intelligence, so I think high school like beef would be a bit beneath him?? At least he'd have one of his goons go do it.

ALOOF BOYFRIEND

I think where a lot of ppl lose me is the “aloof/stoic” bf thing.  No doubt he would keep his distance at the first instance of catching feelings because he doesn't wanna be hurt. At first, he’s only batting at you to gauge how you feel for him. But if he becomes seriously interested, and then you begin dating, I just don’t believe he would care what other people think. Or try to downplay your relationship. He’d wait for you to make the first real move, sure…but YOU’D KNOW. I just think about how he acted toward Sally in the last Halloween event and how he was almost “uncharacteristically” sweet to her. I think because Leona isn't super close to anyone in NRC—beyond a few of his frosh or respect-based relationships (like he has with Vil), we don’t see this side of him often, and so it comes as a shock.  Without spoiling anything, let’s just say…he was VERY unbothered at everyone's reaction to his soft side. He was focused on Sally and being nice to her. And if we apply this to “bf status Leona,” I think he’d be too focused on YOU to worry about what other ppl think of him. I’ve been preaching for years that this part of him always existed, and that now he just chooses who sees it. He saves his softness for very specific people he deems worthy of his time. Period. You’ll have to play a bit of a game to get on his good side, but like the motto of Savanaclaw: PERSISTENTLY proving to Leona that you care for him despite his flaws, he’ll come around. And when you're together, well- (I'll save that for the other ask) Especially if you are in an established relationship. He clearly thinks the world of you. He doesn’t have many close relationships, so you think he’s wasting his time with someone he wouldn’t even bother to be nice to??? Besides, Leona later in the main story becomes quite self-aware of his inability to reach out to others, despite craving affection desperately. He knows it's his blind spot, SO he's putting effort into being a good bf to you!

HE'S 20 (45)

To further my above point, I think people forget he is a few years older than even the other 3 years, and…was raised by an old man? I think when ppl write him with low emotional maturity...it loses me. I get it, he's a brat. And often he CHOOSES to act like a petulant prince when it suits him. But, I think deep down esp in more serious situations, we’ve seen that he's wise, calm, and level-headed. Just some nuance, please.

“USING YOU AS A PILLOW”

Napping/cuddling together is no doubt one of the nicest things you can do with a partner. And I’ve even implemented this kinda thing in my writing. HOWEVER, there is a certain flavor of this I dislike. Esp when it’s “forced” on the reader/OC. Sometimes I find this is ALL ppl write about him in those HC posts, esp ones that aren’t Leona focused. That or “Leona dragging you off to be his pillow.”  (A bit of my life is taken every time I read this sentence now…) I know there are new folks coming into the fandom who may repeat old tropes, and that's fine! But, I STILL see this from people who have been here for yearssssssss. It's just cliche to me. I do believe he's a cuddly guy, EXTREMELY SO. It's just that specific phrase that icks me. Maybe it’s the implication that he does it against your will and is aggressive about it?? Just, no thanks.

"I CAN FIX HIM”

Okay maybe now we’re getting into the more controversial ones?? I think the idea of “tru wuv” fixing someone’s flaws is just unappealing as a concept to me and completely against what I think love is about. The “dragging him to class”, “making him dress up more,” or “forcing him to get along with his family” is not something I think he’d put up with. He’s grown, he's extremely stubborn, he knows he’s failing school. He doesn't need another person to nag him! Ruggie already does that! Plus, family relations are complicated. Idk…if someone I started dating tried to get me to talk with a family member who I felt genuinely hurt/neglected me, I’d be annoyed af??   I think he would find it all patronizing coming from a romantic partner. It's one thing if he chooses to be better himself or for his mental health to improve gradually, but forcing things on him and “nagging” him constantly about his behavior at school and at home is just what his family does so- He's flawed, VERY MUCH SO. But, I think when it comes to relationships…everyone has flaws they deal with easier in a partner than others. Like you can maybe deal better with someone being socially awkward, but can't stand your S/O having a messy room. Like if your “hard nos” are lazy people, your S/O dressing “sloppy,” or someone who can be petty and rude to others- Well, you get my point.  It's like....if you hate playing video games and wanna ship with Idia. My question is why?? I’m genuinely curious why you even like this character in the first place?? Hot take, (I guess) this is the reason I don't really ship LeoVil. It just rubs me the wrong way how it turns Leona into a “fix me” project thing. And not to mention how Vil talks to Leona canonically in a demeaning way. (I love you Vil, but you’re wrong.) Leona needs a kick in the ass for sure, all the twst boys do, but personally when a fic/ship leans too heavy on the dynamic of “I can fix/change him” it turns me off. As someone who's been in a long-term relationship… if your day-to-day lifestyles don’t align when living together…ya’ll are gonna be at each other's throats over the small stuff. That’s just how it works irl. And...I understand if everyone doesn't want to apply this logic to fictional ships.  I just personally am not fond of this dynamic. And with Leona being a beastman AND a POC, it often feels like a loaded trope to apply to him.

DISPOSABLE LION BOYFRIEND

Last one! (Maybe most controversial idk) I just think Leona is not good at being a romance rival, (assuming we're not talking about poly situation) despite him being competitive. While ofc I think it's possible for an MC or OC to have multiple crushes and things, I think Leona is someone who wouldn’t handle this well? Like, if Leona feels like he’s gotta compete for scraps of your attention, at a certain point...I'd think he’d just give up, or at least give you your space to come to him. He’s had to compete for attention his whole life, and I feel like he's too emotionally mature and ego-driven to put up with these kinds of games for too long? I DO think it's interesting to explore the dynamic of having multiple love interests!! I even do it for a lil drama! But…in gen I don’t prefer when it feels like Leona is just there to be the "the disposable love interest" considering all of his insecurities of being second. Honestly, in that case, I can see him giving an ultimatum? He's a grown man among...mostly teens, I PERSONALLY just can't see him being a love rival with a child. FGHJK

Anyways, I could go one. that's all I can think of for now!

AGAIN I WANNA STRESS THAT THESE ARE MY ICKS. And if you don’t agree or do any of these, that's okay! Everyone can play dolls how they choose, I’m not the HC or character police. ✌️✌️✌️

[t0rturedangel]

How about the Hazbin hotel gang with seraphim child reader who just somehow appeared after ep 8

╭ . . . 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 ੭

𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⿻  𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦??

⌦ 𝒲𝒜𝑅𝒩𝐼𝒩𝒢𝒮 ﹕angel dust - swearing, just him being him. Alastor - ill intent, possible swearing. Mentions of killing, mentions of blood. Nifty - she tries to kill you, dw you dont die. this too me so long im gonna cry

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ okay, firstly just know that the crew goes fucking crazy- I mean they just fought an entire army of exorcist angels and killed Adam, the first man Adam!! So they all think that you're sort of there to try and punish them all for it, so they all get ready to attack (even though you're LITERALLY a child, children are wild though)

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ that's until Charlie, bless her heart, recognizes you (and depending on if you tried to defend her in court just like Emily) and rushes up to you, holding her arms out happily- thats until Angel Dust surprisingly tries to stop her

"It's you!" Charlie gasped, her eyes widening in a pleasant surprise, you were the third and youngest seraphim and much like your older sister Emily felt the need to defend Charlie and her idea of redemption- the thought of allowing those who suffered to see the error of their ways and correct them and then given their reward of eternal peace sounded brilliant, much like Emily you were horrified to learn of the exterminations. You were the first one to openly agree to what Charlie had said despite Adam's comments and facial expressions, you also helped Emily in trying to make the court see what was wrong with this method, unfortunately your plans did not work, though Charlie remembered your efforts and clearly she enjoys your presence. At the glee in her tone, you smiled and stepped forward, wanting to give a hug to the princess of hell though paused in confusion when someone looking oddly like a spider stopped her.

"Woah there toots!" the spider called out to his friend, grabbing her arm to halt her movement- Angel dust was staring both you and Charlie down- a look of uncertainty and distrust painted all over his face "Why ya going to rando angels? what if they were sent down here to finish the job for Adam?", Angel did have a point- you appeared put of no where and was just standing outside the hotel? pretty suspicious.. though Charlie is quick to cool things down "Oh no no no! They're alright, they're a friend! They mean no harm at all- in fact [name] was one of the angels who supported my idea!" she turned to you joyfully, smiling from ear to ear "We can trust them!" ... "okay but how did they end up here? in uh hell?" Husk piped up, his voice full of boredom- or annoyance (you can never really tell with husk, what an odd man) "Oh I fell! ... or rather- I threw myself out of heaven" you happily answered the question, giving everyone a quick second to process what the actual fuck you just said.

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ thats how you joined the hotel! Pretty nice innit??

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐄

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ Charlie adores you! you're such a sweet little thing, you're a sweetie and are just so kind to everyone!! (at least that's what she likes to think)

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ she thinks of you as a little small sibling!, after all you're the youngest of the team and act just like her, plus she always wanted a little sibling so you're perfect!

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ any ideas she thinks of or any redemption exorcises she runs them by you- to see if they can be more or less effective to get her friends into heaven

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ Since Charlie could only stay in heaven for so long, she loves to ask you about heaven and how it was like- always being so invested in your stories, she honestly cannot get enough of them!

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ also, Charlie is... painfully aware that she can never get into heaven, ever. Afterall, she's not only a hell-born but also literally the heir to the throne of hell so yeah there is no chance for her redemption, something she cannot handle- she cries knowing this but now that she has you- someone who ran from heaven, actively choosing to leave and come here gives her comfort. Now she'll never be alone, she has you and you have her!

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ At first, Lucifer was startled and untrusting of you- you're a seraphim, someone that was just like him and could possibly actually take him down despite you being an actual child.

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ over time, the king of hell did grow warmer to you, after all he sees a bit of himself in you. Both ex-angels, both hate heaven.... it's like you're his second little one!

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ Sometimes, when lucifer isnt busy with his actual child, he hangout with you- entertaining you with his magic while you return the favor with little stories and things, sometimes you even create little gifts like flowers for him.

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ Lucifer vows to keep you safe, even though you can easily take down hundreds of sinners and even overlords, it's paternal instincts what can i say?

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ this man totally makes you ducks- he has enough experience in making ducks so you know own a few dozen in your hotel room- how lovely!!

𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ oh this man, this radio demon. He's out for your soul, absolutely hell-driven to get it, and it's all for power (who could have guessed)

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ He doesnt like kids, in fact he can confirm that he absolutely HATES children though he will act all kind and lovely to you- remember though it's all an act! don't fall for it, he just wants your soul (if he gets your soul, your angelic soul? fuck- he'll be even more powerful than before, having an angel's soul would make him practically invincible!)

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ This guy, funny fella really. HE CANNOT BUGGER OFF. Whenever you need help with anything he's the first to appear and offer a helping hand- and then in return as a favor back asks for a deal- is he serious? (yes. he always is)

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ Alastor though also, much like everyone else becomes a a bit soft for you- occasionally creating those little weird shadow creatures to play with you, since everyone around you are adults and are busy it's a way of keeping you entertained when they're busy

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ He, also, understands that you are more powerful than him- and knows that if he gets on your nerves enough he'll probably become dust.

𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐘

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ at first, Nifty only had one goal: to kill you (hey don't blame her! Charlie told her to stab and she's still under that impression)

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ good for you though!! coz you fly up right as she even tries to stab her dagger through your chest- Charlie and Vaggie immediately grabbing nifty to stop her from moving and killing you.

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ after the whole misunderstanding, Nifty actually enjoys begin with you! you're clean, and help kill bugs (well really it's you pointing the bugs out to Nifty and her killing them)

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ You're, unsurprisingly, taller than Nif so she likes to climb up on you and sit on your shoulders or stand on your back while holding onto your shoulders. She finds you the most comfortable to climb- plus she can hide in your wings and be used as a secret weapon.

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ she adores playing with roaches with you- while you are grossed out by it slightly, you still play to entertain Nifty (then after you sanitize your whole body about ten times)

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ angel tends to avoid you, not out of hate or spite or anything- it's just.... well he is aware of how he is and well he doesnt want to ruin you in the sense of his dirty talk and swearing.

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ though occasionally he finds himself stuck looking after you, which is.... fun.... no i mean really its fun as fuck!!! Angel makes all sorts of jokes, offers you alcohol (you did almost take it if it werent for husk and practically everyone else to all collectively pry the bottle of vodka out of your hands)

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ angel dust also teaches you some very creative swear words! so now, whenever you feel like talking you run around screaming weird insults at people, Alastor has heard you shout "EAT ASS AND DIE HORSE FACE FUCK BITCH!!" a few times to random sinners

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ The... star, is actually proud of teaching you those words- hey if you wanna stay in hell you gotta act like it!

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ hides you away from Val- though somehow you still find out about him, and when you learnt how he treated your spider-friend.. uhm, the studio was in smithereens and val was close to death- now permanently loosing his right arm (just his right arm for now)

𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐊

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ to you, Husk is like the weird- drunk uncle who just got out of prison. Though, he's the cool drunk uncle.

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ Husk doesnt really speak to you, which is brilliant coz you dont really speak- so the two of you communicate through looks and gestures, leaving everyone in the hotel watching you two 'talk' very confused.

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ never gives you alcohol, no matter how much you ask with 'cherries on top' and if he does catch you with any intoxicating drinks he snatches them off of you- scolds you a bit then drinks the beverage himself.... hypocrite

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ Husk helps you avoid Alastor, he doesnt want to see you being under his clutches, you dont deserve that you're just a kid.

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ He also teaches you how to do magic tricks just incase you ever want to become a magician... and sometimes he teaches you how to play card games- or how to gamble

𝐕𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐄

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ In all honestly, Vaggie is very much threatened by you- because like, do i even need to say it?? YOU'RE A SERAPHIM !!!!!

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ Buttt as long as Charlie is okay with you and you don't pull any stunts to try and sabotage the team you're alright! Just dont try anything.... please

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ she accidently treats you like a soldier sometimes- a habit from her exorcist days, speaking of you could immediately tell she was one of those angels and while you did not like her at first you grew to like her- viewing her as a second older sister

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ you and Vaggie sometimes sit and remember old times in heaven- and you'd ask about the exterminations, though quickly stopped after noting her discomfort.

⿻ㅤㅤᱺ Vaggies also likes to try and swap weapons with you- to see if she and you can handle other weapons (unsurprisingly you both adapt quite quickly)

[ddiidi]

bf!Bangchan x gn!reader (ot8 mentioned)

Masterlist

When he calls you clingy, so you distance yourself

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!Warnings: angst, angst and more angst, fake!texts, swearing (lmk if i missed anything)

Side-Note: Sorry but I really needed to do this, my heart desires this angst rn but dw y'all get ur happy ending (reader will throw chan off a building and gets married to jay why papi😍)✨

You were walking at a river, listening to a story one of your friends is telling, when you receive a message.

You groan and take out you phone to answer back as quickly as possible, but when you saw what the message was about, you were the one that nearly collapsed.

You didn't mean to be that mean, you really didn't but it just pissed you off so much. He hurt you and now he's expecting you to just come over and act like nothing ever happened?? You did care about him, a lot, but rightnow, you don't even know if you care about him since he's your boyfriend, or because he's a human being. Either way, you don't plan on forgiving him, not yet, not since it's been a week and there hasn't been even one message or apology.

"Y/n? Y/nnnnnnn everything okay????? You've been staring at your phone for minutes." Rin, one of your friends, asks you, as you were standing still, staring at your conversation with Felix.

"I'm...fine..just something..... unnecessary" you shove your phone back in your bag "Let's not mind it. How about we'll go shopping?" They all agreed on going shopping, but you honestly weren't in the mood for a fun day anymore, not when your mind keeps wandering to chan. Even if he was an asshole...you still love him.

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Later that evening, you drove over to the hospital chan was at, to "just drop off a bag" of fresh clothing for him tomorrow.

Earlier that day you asked Felix not to drop anything off and that you'll do it later, also asking him about Chan's state. Apparently he fainted due to stress, lack of sleep and also a sudden panic where his heartbeat wasn't quick enough to exchange the oxygen in his body fast enough, so it was in fact not your fault.

Well, not all at least.

You were just going to take a quick look at him, to make sure he's not dead. You love him after all... You can't just stop caring for him, you just wanted to see that he's okay...it's been a week and to be honest, you did miss him, somehow.

So here you sit, next to his bed, watching him sleep peacefully. The nurses let you in, when you said you'd quickly drop off his bag.

You just stared at his face for a while, before standing up and giving him a quick peck on his lips before walking towards the door, turning around when he mumbles out your name.

Oh this voice. His voice. How you missed hearing your name with that voice, from him. But instead of saying anything, you quickly and quietly get out of the room. You didn't wanna talk to him and you also don't want to give him the joy of knowing, that you still miss him after what he said.

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The next morning you were awoken by messages blowing up your phone and were close to a heart attack when you didn't recognize your surroundings, when you realize that you moved in your new apartment early, so you wouldn't wake up to a half dead chan banging at your door.

Instead, that half dead oldie decided to blow up your phone.

You turn you phone off, lay it on the nightstand, cover yourself with your blanket and.... Cry.

What did you do? Why did you say that? And why did he keep giving you the fault? Questions over questions linger in your head as you cried. You didn't want all this to end, but what if he notices he's actually better of without you? What if you just....destroyed a 3 year long relationship just because of your stupid personality?...

No. He deserved if. He definitely did for being an asshole. But do you really have to suffer, because of his mistakes?

You eventually cried yourself to sleep, in hope that it was just a bad dream...

Sometimes it's heart to accept the truth, because the truth sometimes hurts.

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@finnbbl @emilyywhyy @wolfs-howling @justastraymoa @loveyouamory @muraae @callmekda

[i-yap]

I absolute love how you write Jason and your takes on him like yes!! Giving Gomez and Morticia!!! Very much a man written by a woman!!! ANYWAY, I very much agree that he’d likely be with a civilian reader! So what do you think would be the little routines they’d fall into? Like grocery shopping and working out and date nights, like just the little details and minutiae of life that seems totally normal to her but means a whole lot more to him

I love love domestic jason, i love writing him , like he is so perfect i-

Domestic jason x reader

No one else does the chores around your house, unless you want to hire cleaning service, he doesn't.

He likes the simplicity, the domesticity and warmth and closeness and normalness of just being home, cleaning together, one washes the dishes and one dries. One cooks and the other presses shirts on the kitchen counter. making out on top of washing machines or making putting you bed together an impossible task from how he keeps dragging you in for cuddles (or more wink wink)

Man is starved. Like do something as simple as giving him a tissue just as he is about to sneeze, he will die on the spot. like wdym my lovely y/n was noticing me and observed that I was twitching and raising my arms about to sneeze...she knows I exist??

Rather than going "out out", jason loves really simple dates. Bike ride to a bookstore in a different town just because they have the hardcopy with the pretty art version of a book. Or drinking hot chocolate in a crowded cafe but you two are huddled in the corner. Or staying home and cuddling *(and more wink wink)

Also jason has really cold hands so when you just "oof jason why are you hands so cold jesus you should wear gloves no" and pull his hand into your coat pocket or if your at home just tuck it between your thighs even though you yourself are feeling cold.....man is now dead please bring flowers to his grave. Dw the rest of his body runs really hot.

REPEAT WITH ME, IF HE COULD SIT IN A BATHTUB WITH YOU AND WARM WATER FOREVER- HE WOULD KILL EVERY HUMAN AND ANIMAL AND MICROORGANISM ALIVE TO DO IT.

he just really loves baths, its the intimacy , the quiet , the lesseing of the ache in his muscles, you between his arms playing with his fingers or him in your arms with you washin his hair.

With the amount of time you guys spend with each other, you start following a pattern. so when someone sees you do chores together, or something normal together- they are a bit weirded out.

Like you're at a batfam dinner and jason sets your plate and justs takes out peas(or any other vegetable you hate) and puts it on his plate while you simultaneously take out the mushrooms from his plate. Or if someone asks you something and jason is able to answer in full detail ( if you're drunk-sleepy-tired busy cuz he would never interrupt you)

At this rate everyone believes you just have telepathy cuz you guys never even say a word in public but somehow understand each other. what witchery is this?

He just wants to combine your soul with his because even the thought of you brings him peace and man just loves you so much. please give him the love he never got otherwise .

[xoxomilesteller]

you can be the boss

younger girl next door!reader x beau arlen | MDNI

cw: daddy kink, slight ooc beau (he’s still our gentleman dw), dry humping, oral ( f receiving), unprotected p in v (no balloon no goon), pet names (darlin’), nipple piercings, big age gap (20s & 40s), cursing, reader is literally throwing herself at beau, cheating.., drinking and smoking. also there are descriptions of a car so dont come at me if i don’t use the right terminology for under the hood pls and ty!

also by gnd i mean she’s just his neighbor, she resembles no like actually personality traits of the typical gnd persona!

title and fic are both inspired by “you can be the boss” by lana

def has grammar mistakes!

wc: 4k

since your hot new neighbor moved in, you’ve been coming up with ideas on how to get his attention. you’ve baked cookies for him, left your window open purposely when you were changing, sunbathed outside in your tiniest bikinis while he washed his truck.

it did work, but not in the way that you wanted.

beau came over every now and then when a fuse “went out” in your house. and he would knock on your door so you can try something he grilled up.

and the one time he knocked on your door shirtless, your roommate answered because you were at the gym.

it was the fourth of july and you and your friends made plans to go out by the lake. your roommate was visiting family so you were left alone. you put on your american flag triangle bikini with low rise shorts and a white tank top.

you head on outside to your car, giving beau a small wave, tilting your head and giving an innocent smile.

he looks so hot. backwards hat, aviators, white t shirt, jeans, tan. he looks like he just walked off the set of top gun maverick

he’s washing his truck, again, to see you. he knows it’s wrong. he just got back together with carla, got his family back together. and if it weren’t for that, you’re drastically younger than him. he’s creeping around to see you. he’s fallen for all of your traps.

he watches you hop into your car, it’s a ‘73 bronco, so it’s bound to give you some issues. you put the key in the ignition, turning it.

it won’t start.

so you try again.

you turn the key again, and still, nothing. you pop the hood of your car and walk over to see if there’s anything wrong.

beau, without hesitation, jogs over to you, “somethin’ wrong darlin’?”

God bless that southern drawl.

you didn’t plan your car to not turn on, but you sure as hell were going to milk this.

”yeah,” you shift your weight back onto your left leg, “betty won’t turn on”

beau chuckles, “betty?”

you nod, “grandpa named her that”

he whistles, “thought you bought this, sweet ride you got ‘ere”

”he passed it down to my dad but my dad gave it to me since i liked it so much,” you place your forearms on the edge of betty, bending over, “i revamped her though, figured it’d be best”

”got new parts for her?” he asks, checking the oil by wiping the dipstick on the hem of his white t shirt, “oil’s good,” he mumbles

”only some, new battery and starter since they started giving me issues”

he clicks his tongue, “ford’ll do that to ya darlin’,” he takes a step back, admiring the view of you bent over and your car through his sunglasses

you laugh and look at him over your shoulder, “more of a chevy guy aren’t you?”

he smiles, “you got that right darlin’, but i can appreciate a nice car. gimme the keys, will ya?”

he gets into your drivers seat, repeating your actions of turning the key. whenever he does turn it over, you notice some sparks coming out from one of the terminal of the battery.

beau walks back over to you, removing his glasses and hooking them on the collar of his shirt, “see somethin’?”

you lean back up, bracing yourself on your palms, “yeah, sparks came out here,” you point at the black terminal

he licks his lips, admiring how the white straps of your bikini sit at your hips, uncovered by the small article of denim on your lower half.

he leans in closer, furrowing his brows as he scans over your car battery, “how long ago d’you get this battery?”

”literally a week ago”

”get in the car and i’ll tell you when to start her”

you sit in your drivers seat, removing your tank top because it might ruin your tan and to get beau’s attention. after one attempt of betty not turning on, she does. your jaw drops and you slide out of your car, “what’d you do?”

his gaze falters down to your revealed skin but returns back to your eyes, “c’mere,” he nudges his head

you stand right in front of the battery, leaning over to watch his big and veiny hand twist the terminal to the right.

”might give you some problems again, but it’s all you gotta do,” you both lean back and he removes the stand holding up the hood, “after all, ford does stand for found on road dead”

you roll your eyes, ”haven’t heard that one before,” you cross your arms over your tits to push them up

beau lets the hood slam shut and he places a hand in his back pocket, taking out a box of marlboro cigarettes.

you raise your brows, “you’re a smoker?”

he shrugs, “sometimes.”

before he can search for a lighter, you hand him one that you had in your pocket, “least i can do for fixing my car”

he cups the cigarette and lights it, taking the time to stare at the perkiness of your tits while he can, “was hardly an issue,” he hands you back your lighter, “you a smoker too?”

“sometimes,” you smile

he nods and hands you the box, “only one left in there, but..,” he leans in closer, “your car givin’ you an issue again, call me”

you were a bit confused since you don’t have his number, but you decided not to question him and take the box of cigarettes.

when you’re about to leave from the lake, you pull out the box of cigarettes Beau gave you earlier, only to see the one singular cigarette with his number on it.

you bite your lip, smiling, and save his number in your phone.

you know its wrong. you’ve seen his wedding band. you’ve seen his instagram posts.

but he gave you his number.

you waited for about two minutes, staring at the contact.

you called it.

”hello?”

”hey beau”

you can hear the instant smile on his face, “hey,” there’s rustling on his end and then you faintly hear him say “work call,” before closing a door, “car troubles?”

”mmm,” you turn on your car, the engine turning over is loud enough that he can hear through the phone, “yeah. do you have any plans for today?”

his brows furrow and smile widens when he hears the engine followed by your question, ”still not dark yet. this year we just decided to do fireworks ‘n that’s it”

”well i think my car may be having a slight issue”

”like what?”

you giggle, “I’ll let you be the boss of that”

“i’ll tell you when i can swing by later today, ‘kay?”

”alright, bye”

beau hangs up and walks back out to the living room, where carla and emily are. emily wanted to go out on the dirt bikes today, but carla said no that it’d be too dangerous and beau knows better than to do something behind carla’s back.

which is ironic since he gave you his number. ironic because every night when carla takes a shower, he’s staring at your window, unable to rip his eyes away when you change right in front of it. ironic because when he takes a shower, he’s fisting his cock, thinking about you.

his heart drops when he sees the boredom written all over his daughter’s face.

”em why don’t you go to a friend’s house?” he suggests

”you out of all people should know how dangerous it is to drive on the fourth, beau,” carla says

”then i’ll take her,” he sighs, “she’s bored carla, let her have some fun,” he stands up, “send me the address and i’ll take you, you can sleepover if it’s that one girls house, ava is it? i like her dad, deputy cortez”

”amber, dad, her name is amber,” emily laughs

”same thing,” he rolls his eyes playfully, “pack and let’s go”

he knows he and carla are going to get into a huge fight over this. he usually tries to avoid the fights, do whatever she wants because of emily, but there are certain things he just cannot get by.

but, he doesn’t know if he’s letting emily sleepover at a friends house to purposely start a fight with carla so he can feel less bad about the urge in him to kiss you, fuck you.

beau waits in his car for emily, wanting to steer clear of carla for now, which is when he gets a text from you. an image actually.

his eyes widen.

your hair is wet, there’s water droplets on your skin, specifically on your breasts, and you have your shorts on but unbuttoned and folded over, giving a sneak peek at the star design on the fabric.

you’re holding up the peace sign with kissy lips, looking innocent, but the way you angled your phone says otherwise.

”for my contact photo if you do that nonsense,” is what you sent under that picture

”I don’t, but thanks. 👍🏼” is what he sends, which makes you laugh

around 4pm, you hear a knock on your door.

you know exactly who it is.

you apply some lip gloss and check yourself in the mirror, you haven’t changed out of your bikini and shorts, because you’ve been waiting for him, as pathetic as it sounds.

you open the door to see beau holding a bottle of beer he’s been nursing, “hey darlin’, what seems to be the problem?”

”nothing,” you shrug and smile, “come in”

he sits down on your couch, where you notice his left hand.

his band is gone.

”no plans for the fourth is a bit strange,” you mutter, “you being the sheriff and all I figured you’d be on a boat with american flags all over it”

he chuckles, running a hand over his beard, “carla didn’t wanna do anythin’”

your eyes widen ”not even a lake day?”

“nope,” he takes a sip of his beer

”that’s no fun,” you reach your hands out behind your neck, toying with your straps, acting like they’re loosening up, “sorry my straps are like falling, do you-” you scoot closer to him, “could you tie them for me, please?”

beau nods, moving his fingers in a come hither motion. you turn around, so your back is facing him. he moves your hair over to your shoulder and replaces your hands with his.

he keeps his eyes on the back of your neck, suddenly feeling jealous that the flimsy piece of fabric is closer to your skin than he is. he ties the knot intricately, so that your top won’t fall out of no where, but with the right tug, it’s gone. then he lets go of the straps when he’s done.

you lean forward, grabbing the glass bottle of beer he brought in, making the back of your shorts dip lower and he stares, wanting to pull them down and taste you.

you lean back, wrapping your lips around the rim, keeping eye contact with him. you hate the taste of beer, but you have a feeling with enough provoking he’ll give you just the thing you need to wash it down with.

his eyes stay on your lips, watching how they stay around the rim, now feeling jealous of a damn beer bottle.

so he takes it out of your hands, takes a sip, sets it down on your coffee table, “why’d you call me over darlin’?”

”i told you,” you feign innocence, “car troubles”

he scoots in closer to you, thinking with the bulge growing in his jeans, “so if i do this you wouldn’t have a problem with it?”

he places his lips on your neck, sucking and swirling his tongue to leave a mark.

you tilt your head back, “no,” you answer his question

”and if i do this,” he slides a calloused hand down your stomach, fingers tangling in the straps if your bikini bottoms to untie them, but they’re still being held up by your shorts, “still no problem darlin’?”

“none,” you sigh

he leans over you, laying you flat on your couch and sliding his hand up and down your stomach while his mouth attacks your neck.

you remove his baseball hat so your fingers tangle up in his silky hair, pushing his head closer and moving your hips helplessly against nothing, searching for friction.

you were surprised it was that easy to get him to fold.

he wasn’t surprised that he didn’t even try harder to resist you.

carla is such a control freak. beau completely forgot about that when he decided to get back together with her. and to be fair, she showed signs of improvement.

but he was quickly proven wrong when she demanded so many things out of him. beau is not only a caretaker, but a people pleaser, a gentleman. so of course whatever she wants, she gets, he loved her.

so he missed the way women reacted to him. he missed having control, he missed having sex. he can tell carla just got bored of him, because the first time they had sex right as they got back together, she fucking enjoyed it.

now?

she just shows no reaction, no desire. nothing.

so the way you’re moving your hips, the soft breathless sounds leaving your plump lips, your blown pupils, it all gives him the desire he’s been craving.

you wrap your legs around his hips, the rough fabric of the denim shielding you two from each other providing enough satisfaction for now.

”you wanna stop? jus’ tell me,” he looks up at you from the valley of your breasts, teeth playing with the small string there. his eyes are hungry, but sincere. his beard scratches your soft skin, definitely causing irritation for later.

”don’t stop,” is all you say.

and it’s all it takes.

beau tugs on your bikini so it comes undone with the simple movement. his eyes light up at the metal bars piercing through your nipples.

”darlin’,” he licks his lips, “now, these,” he lifts his head up to get a better view, “are just what i’ve been needin’,” he dips head back down and wraps his lips around the sensitive bud.

the piercings give you extra sensitivity, so you arch your back into his mouth, nails digging into his scalp, earning a groan from him. he rolls your other nipple with his thumb and index finger, occasionally running his thumb over it. he’s gentle enough to not tug on the piercings, but rough enough to make more sweet sounds come out of you.

he gives your nipple one final nibble and a flick of his tongue to soothe it before hovering over you, “tell me what you want darlin’.”

his voice is deep and laced with desire, there’s a fire in his eyes that you do not want to put out.

”whatever you want, you’re the boss”

you unintentionally told him exactly what he wanted to hear.

he catches your lower lip in between his teeth, tugging on it and watching it bounce back into place, “you’re perfect” he mutters

beau gives you a teasing kiss, not letting his lips linger for no longer than a second. it makes you pout and he it awakes something in him.

it’s been way too long since he felt desired and wanted. too long since he felt that he was in control. he’d be like carla if he denied you any longer.

so when he kisses you, it’s all teeth and tongue. his hands squeeze your breasts, his hips rut into yours, making you moan into the kiss with each thrust.

his lips and tongue taste like malt liquor, a bit sweeter than usual beer. you start moving your hips to meet his thrusts. he puts his forehead on yours, his mouth no longer being rough to look at your body moving.

he fucking loved it.

he moves his way down your body, nibbling, sucking, kissing as he takes one hand to the back of his shirt to pull it off, revealing his tanned back.

he moves his way down to where your shorts are folded over, sliding his left arm up your body, splaying it over your chest.

and it is impossible for you to rip your eyes away from him. the way his back muscles move with every movement he does, his messy hair from the hat and your hands, the way he’s looking at you like you solved every problem for him.

his right hand pulls down your shorts and bottoms and he wastes no time on throwing one of your legs to the side to open you up to him to lap you up.

you moan and grip the arm that is holding you down as he laps at you like a man starved. he groans and rolls his hips into your sofa at the sounds you make.

his eyes are on your face, watching it scrunch up in pleasure, watching every small detail. your lips fall into a small pout and your brows are slightly raised and creased. he can tell you’re holding back, trying to not mark him up so he doesn’t get caught cheating.

so beau lifts up his head, hiking your leg up higher, “scratch me all you want darlin’,”

then he spits onto your pussy and dives in harder this time. he sucks and flicks his warm and experienced tongue over your clit repeatedly. if it weren’t for the hold he has on you, you’d be fucking yourself on his face.

you dig your nails into his forearm, leaving red marks in their wake. you throw your head back on the soft cushion of the couch and just let him devour you.

his tongue laps around your entrance, nose bumping your clit, shaking his head to delve in deeper.

”beau i’m-“ you moan, “close”

he moans when he feels your walls tighten up around his tongue, which was all it took to get you writhing under him.

he laps up all of your juices, finishing by placing a soft kiss on your hip. he sits up against the couch, picking your sensitive body and placing it on his lap.

you whimper at the denim scratching at the raw marks between your thighs from his beard.

”you taste incredible darlin’,” he murmurs against you lips, allowing you to run your tongue over the lingering taste of you and liquor.

he lifts his hips up and you throw your head onto his shoulder. he grabs a condom he had in his back pocket

”you planned this,” you pant

”shut up and put this condom on me darlin’,” his voice is soft, moving the condom wrapper in your mouth.

you close your teeth on a corner and he tugs on it, then he places it in your palm.

you lean back to unbutton and unzip his jeans, pulling them slightly down as his girthy and veiny cock springs out.

his hands are gripping onto your thighs, waiting in anticipation, “don’t tease me darlin’, if you can’t take jus’ tell me”

you’re zoned out on his cock, looking at how it’s twitching and the redness at the tip. there’s precum beading all over the red tip, so you run your thumb over it, making it twitch again.

”darlin’,” he exhales, “put it on and start bouncin’ on my cock”

you ignore him, bringing your thumb into your mouth, swirling your tongue over the saltiness of your thumb and him, which in response, he throws his head back.

you remove your thumb and you spit in the palm of your left hand, to slowly jerk him, and he sighs, “you’re big” you whisper

he lifts his head back up, looking at you through hooded eyes, ”you gonna take it?”

you roll the condom gently on his length ”can i call you daddy when i do?”

he chuckles, “abso-fuckin’-lutely”

you line him up to your entrance, teasing you guys both, then he grabs his base and slips his tip in, making you gasp and hold onto his shoulders, “told you to stop teasin’ me”

he lets you sink down on him, stretching you out to the brim, “daddy” you whine

he places his hand on the back of your head, “i know darlin’, i know, take your time,” he says through gritted teeth

your walls flutter around his warm and hard cock, adjusting to him while you both pant at the relief.

as bad as it is to think, it’s been a long time since beau has been inside someone as tight as you, as perky breasts as you, as energetic as you, as young as you.

and he knew what trouble he was going to get himself into later, so might as well top it off by lifting you up.

”wha- wait,” you say panicked

he removes his condom and throws it off to the side, “need to feel all of you darlin’,” is all he says when he slides back in

he pulls your hips back down on him, moaning at the tight and wet sensation of you

”whenever you’re ready darlin’,” he mumbles

you nod, bracing yourself on his shoulders and you move up and down on him, digging crescent moons on his freckled skin. he grips your waist, guiding you up and down him, watching your face and flicking his eyes down at your tits.

you start moving quicker, which is when he leans forward to catch a nipple in his mouth, kneading the other breast in his big palm as he looks up at you. he flicks his tongue over the bud and plays with the metal bar, moving it side to side as much as he can.

”you’re doin’ s’good f’daddy darlin’,” he speaks around your nipple, the vibration sending electricity down your core

your living room his filled with the sounds coming out of your mouth and his moans and praises, pornographic sounds of your pussy taking his thick cock. the trimmed hair at the base of his length ignites fire on your throbbing and swollen lips.

beau throws his head back, jaw going slack but keeping his hands on your breasts massaging them with every bounce. he starts thrusting his hips up into yours, hitting that gummy spot with his fat tip

”don’t stop daddy” you whine out

”i won’t darlin’,” he watches your body bounce on him, eyeing at where you both are connected. the irritation from his facial and body hair evident on your pussy, how you stretch out to take him, your nails digging into his skin, the fact that you’re calling him daddy, you look so lost in him.

it’s what he’s been searching for. someone that makes him not just feel wanted, but needed.

and you do need him, you just don’t know why. can’t bother to figure it out either when he’s splitting you in half.

you like him so much that you do not want this to stop.

the knot in your stomach keeps getting tighter and tighter when you feel his hands all up on you, massaging and rubbing circles on your sensitive clit.

your walls start clenching around him and you press your forehead onto his shoulder, “i’m close”

”daddy’s gotchu darlin’, go ‘head, take what you need,” he places a kiss on the side of your face, still driving his hips up into yours and rubbing small tight circles on your clit, “you feel s’good darlin’”

your mouth hangs open on his skin, teeth grazing him with every rough thrust of his hips.

without warning, you cum around him, body falling limp onto his. he keeps rubbing your clit and he places his other hand on your back, while he leans forward to go deeper, which makes you mewl.

”few more seconds darlin’,” he grunts out

he supports your neck so your head doesn’t dangle fully back and with one, deep thrust, he cums inside of you, moaning your name.

your chests fall up and down rapidly, trying to catch your breaths and he leans back on your couch, panting.

he doesn’t let go of you, not yet, he doesn’t want the feeling of being desired to leave just yet.

”carla’s gonna be mad at you,” you mumble

he chuckles, “didn’t care few minutes ago,” he kisses your shoulder, “why would i care now?”

AN: hi hope you enjoy i just had a strong urge to call him daddy idk why

lace divider by: @toastray

orange line divider by @elleisdesigning

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐎𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 | In Motion

Moving on is scary. Moving back won't bring you forwards. But moving with someone at your side can be exciting.

Tags/Warnings: Aged up!Jungkook, Younger!Reader, Age Gap (9 years, JK is mentioned to be 34/35), Angst, Mature romance, Jungkook's ex wife, mentions of past physical abuse, mentions of alcohol abuse, fluff, flirty Jungkook, fluff!!, MCs Ex, police, Jungkook being the victim of bullying (dw), fluff?, nsfw but it's very light (sorry)

Length: 6k words

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“Its funny how a woman can change a man.” Yoongi mentions, sitting at the big company dinner next to Jungkook, who's both visibly distracted and upset to be present, phone being checked every few minutes or so- and Yoongi knows who he might be texting with. “why didn’t you bring her along?” He wonders, while Jungkook sighs.  

“I’m actually not sure.” He admits. “I’ve been given a plus-one like always, and I planned on inviting her- but then I.. chickened out.” He shakes his head. “these events are boring as hell.” He says, eating his food with not much interest.  

“What is she doing at home instead?” Yoongi asks, setting his own cutlery aside as he’s finished his plate.  

“Cooking. She sent me a picture of some.. macaroni and cheese she made from scratch.” Jungkook smiles to himself as he thinks to the image you’ve sent him with multiple excited emojis to convey your happiness over it- having tried to wing it for the first time. “now she’s most likely watching her favorite show since it’s Tuesday.” He shrugs.  

“Wow.” Yoongi jokes. “That’s so much more exciting, damn.” He flatly tells his friend, who rolls his eyes. “Jungkook, have you actually asked her if she’d ever want to tag along?”  

“…Yes.. and she said she wouldn’t mind..” He admits shamefully so.  

“Then bring her next time. You act as if you and her are George and Maria over there. You’re not sixty for God’s sake, and she didn’t turn legal yesterday either.” Yoongi shakes his head with laughter, amused by his best friend. He’s noticed the change in him pretty much immediately after the younger guy had returned from his vacation and days taken off- looking almost ten years younger, happy and most of all carefree. There was no worry on his face, no thoughts wrinkling his brows, no annoyance and clear signs of boiling burnout left.  

“I.. want to ask her to move in with me.” Jungkook admits suddenly, staring at his food. “I know it’s a bit fast but.. I feel like this time, she really is the one for me.” He tells his friend, who shrugs.  

“Its your decision. I’m happy you found someone good.” He simply answers him, refusing to really help in that regard. Jungkook can make this decision all by himself, after all. 

And he should. 

Back at his place, where he puts the car keys on the kitchen counter before he unbuttons his shirt to get ready to shower, he takes a small look around. The cooking utensils he bought just for you are still here, and so is your favorite blanket. The pillows he got are littering the couch, and yet, only you are missing.  

You’re missing.  

Even though you’re technically not even meant to be here all the time yet.  

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Jungkook has become.. suspicious, to say the least.  

You’ve been together for a few months now after all, and ever single one of them, for the same week or so, you vanish out of sight. And he’s not stupid. 

He knows you don’t have an affair with someone else, or your work simply always calls you in during that time, because he knows you escape his sight even when you have days off. No, he knows exactly what it is, and he honestly doesn’t really know why you do it.  

Do you think it grosses him out? Or that he doesn’t know how to deal with it? Knowing you at this point, he might just be right.  

But he also can’t force you to come out and be with him during that time of the month if you don’t want to. You have to want this all by yourself, because otherwise, how can you both build a relationship that’s not the same as your past? He’s not that much better from your past boyfriend if he was to just overstep a boundary you clearly still have.  

Back at work in his private office, he contemplates on messaging you. That could help, right? He types out a simple message, letting you know that if it really is what he thinks happens every month, then you don’t have to be worried at all.

He doesn’t mind. At all.  

So he just texts you- tells you that if you ‘need anything at all’, he’d just bring it over and leave you be if that’s what you’re most comfortable with. However, instead of just texting back, you call him- making him wave towards his secretary in a manner that shows her he is for now unavailable unless urgent. “Well hello, darling.” He chuckles when he picks up the call, unaware that on the other end, his words still make you horribly shy.  

“Sorry for not.. Uhm.. You know, calling you or anything.” You say, but Jungkook doesn’t mind.  

“It’s no bother. We’re both still getting used to things, after all.” He reminds you. “Though I’d love some sign of life every now and then in the future. Just a quick ‘hey, I’m doing ok’ is really enough for me.” He offers.  

“Sorry. I’ll think about it from now on.” You say, though Jungkook is pleased to hear that you don’t just do it out of submission- but that it sounds a lot more like relief, almost. As if you’ve waited for him to say this. “But uhm.. What do you mean by, ‘if I need anything’?” You wonder.  

“I’m assuming you avoid me every month due to your period.” He says, and you just meekly answer with a sigh, and a ‘yeah’. “It’s no bother to me, really. It’s not gross or whatever you might think.” 

“I’m just.. Moody and stuff. I’m worried I might.. I don’t know, be mean to you on accident.” You warn him, and he just laughs it off.  

“I’m not that fragile, love.” He jokes. “And I doubt that you’ll end up calling me an asshole every second of the day if we spend time together.”  

“No, I’d never!” you defend yourself, making him chuckle. “I just get cranky, and I don’t know.. I might just get onto your nerves.” You warn him. 

“You could turn full on toddler on me, and I’d still take care of you.” He jokes. “I really don’t mind. How about we meet up later, and I’ll cook us something at your place? I have the weekend off, we could spend it together.” He offers, clicking a little through the rest of the E-Mails he has for today. “Or you could always.. Stay over at my place as well. You know I love it when you’re there with me.” He says. 

You really like his place. To the point, where you actually begin to miss being there, despite having loved your little apartment for so long until now. It’s odd how his house has become somewhat of a safe-space, even thinking about it makes you feel good. And hearing that he personally enjoys having you over as well offers you some sort of hope that maybe one day, he might even want you there permanently.  

What could living with him look like? 

How long until he gets annoyed with you? 

“I really like your home.” You confess quietly, and he waves off his secretary that’s about to knock- because he can feel he’s potentially at the very cusp of something. “Do you.. I mean..” You mumble, before you sigh. “Yeah sure, let’s uhm.. Spend the weekend together.” You tell him, and he realizes quickly that your tone is not very confident at all, despite the fact that you’re trying to make it seem like it is.  

“It could be your home too, you know?” 

He waits for you to answer, and he knows this needs some time to be thought through, but he truly believes that you’re the one for him. It doesn’t have to happen right away either- but he wants you to know that the option is there, if you’d like to take it someday.  

“I-“ you start, when he can hear your doorbell ring in the background. “Sorry, I’ll be right back.” You tell him, leaving the phone for a little bit, silence the only thing that Jungkook gets to hear. Your phone probably cancels out whatever quiet noise might be there, so he’s unsure what’s going on, until you return to the phone again. “Can I call you back later?” You say after a moment, voice almost whispering.  

“What’s wrong?” He asks, immediately alarmed by your behavior. He presses for an answer by saying your name- but still, you don’t answer. Until you finally do.  

“He’s here.” You say, 

And Jungkook immediately grabs the keys to his car, rushing out as fast as he can.  

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Jungkook isn’t sure what he expected your ex to look like. But seeing him now, in front of your door as Jungkook walks closer, he feels his blood boil. 

The man is not quite as tall as he is just like you mentioned a few months back, but he’s clearly training for muscle. A very intimidating body, and the second the man turns towards him, he spots the things you’ve told him before as well. His facial features are a lot sharper than Jungkook’s, eyes dark as they muster him up and down, frown on his face. “What do you want?” He asks, voice deep, raspy. Most likely from smoking- cigarette smell still clinging to the man in front of him. 

“I’d like to visit my girlfriend, if you’d be so polite to make space for me to enter the door, please.” Jungkook speaks, tone held at a very specific tone as to not give away any emotions for his opponent to pick up on. 

“Oh, so she got a rich guy now.” Your ex says, leaning back, arms crossed- most likely to present his muscles, something that Jungkook thinks looks simply childish. “Tell her she owes me money. I need it asap, and she keeps avoiding me.” He explains, and Jungkook nods.  

“I’d love to tell her that.” He says. “But you’re still blocking the door.” he says, noticing both the very clear and sharp smell of alcohol, and the way he slightly sways a bit. 

It’s quiet for a good moment, both men staring each other down, before your ex moves to the side, though it’s clear that he doesn’t do it as to admit defeat. Jungkook takes the chance and knocks at your door now, prepared that your ex might try and slip inside the second you open it. “Hey- it’s me.” Jungkook tells you through the door, and at that, you open it just a little bit, like you’re trying to check if he’s actually there or not.  

Once you look at him, his entire face softens. 

You look like a panicked animal that just escaped a shot to the head, eyes wide, staring up at him. At the sight of Jungkook you instantly open the door wider to welcome him inside, and he himself is quick to shut the door right behind him, a hand having tried to keep it open last second. 

“I’m here now.” Jungkook reassures you while you cling to him, your ex having moved to knock and ring the doorbell constantly, angry about Jungkook’s antics. “Don’t worry. Let’s call someone to deal with him, and then we’ll go from there, alright?” He explains to you, as you detach yourself a bit, taking a few deep breaths at the instruction of Jungkook who’s still holding your arms as if to steady you. “Go sit down, I’ll make the call. Did he hurt you at all?” He worries, but you shake your head. 

“I didn’t let him in.” You answer quietly, and Jungkook nods. 

“Which is the best thing you could’ve done. Good job.” He praises, helping you sit down in your bedroom, as far away from the front door, which is still being tortured, as possible, before he walks back out into your kitchen, phone on his ear to call the police. 

It all happens a lot quicker than he would’ve thought- your ex having apparently had gone against some very important guidelines he’s been given after a more recent violent crime he’s committed. “You can file in for a restraining order.” The officer tells Jungkook who nods. “Judging by the fact that he’s known already, that might be for the best. Those people are too unhinged to really be trusted.” 

“Yeah, seeing him in person today has definitely made up my mind about some legal restrictions placed onto him.” Jungkook agrees. “Thank you for dealing with him so quickly.”  

“No problem. You two have a calm rest of your day.” The officer says, before they drive off, your ex in the back of the police car. 

The second he’s back in your home, having realized he actually knows the pin-code to your door, he carefully opens the bedroom door where you’re still hiding on your bed- and the second he nods, you get the message letting go of a deep breath, leaning against him the second he sits down on your bed. “The officer said we should probably file a restraining order towards him.” Jungkook tells you. “I think that’s a good idea as well. It would.. Definitely help me, knowing that he can’t get close to you.” 

“...wait- it’s Tuesday, you were at work-!” You suddenly say, realizing that he probably left work early just to be here now. “You can go back now, I swear I’m fine-” 

“The office won’t burn down just because I’m not there darling, relax.” He laughs, running a hand up and down your arm. “I’ve got the day off tomorrow anyways, and after that I’ll work from home for a while. So it’s not that bad, I promise.” He explains to you, who slowly nods. “And it was a family-emergency after all. They all surely understand that I suddenly ran off.” He jokes- 

Though you feel oddly emotional at the mention of that phrase. 

“Family emergency?” You ask quietly, and he nods, easily, as if it’s no big deal.  

“My girlfriend was in trouble. I’d count that as a family emergency.” He shrugs, and you look at your knees, unsure about what to think. “Which, by the way.. And you can totally say no, it would be completely fine-” He starts, before he continues his sentence once you look at him. “-but.. My parents might want to meet you.” He reveals, strangely... shy almost. 

“Might?” You wonder, and he nods, before sighing. 

“I might’ve let it slip that we’re.. Well, a couple.” He admits. “And I can’t help it, really.” 

“Can’t help what?” You wonder, making him play with the silver rings on his bottom lip. 

“I tend to.. Ramble on and on when it comes to you. So when they asked about you, I just.. I couldn’t help it. And now my family is very much curious to meet you.” He explains, and you smile to yourself. 

“Well.. I mean, I don’t mind?” You say. “What’s the worst that can happen, am I right?”  

“Oh god you don’t know my family.” He dramatizes playfully. “My mother can be a handful, and my brother will most likely just go on and on about some embarrassing stuff that happened when we were kids.” he groans, and you can’t help but grin. 

“Are you scared I might end up hearing something you’d otherwise keep from me?” You wonder, and he glares at you, before he suddenly smiles. “But really. I don’t mind meeting them, if you’re okay with that.” You say. 

And Jungkook can’t help but lean over at that to kiss your lips, realizing just how serious you’re both getting. 

“You’re the only one I’d ever want them to meet.” 

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Jungkook’s parents have never liked his ex wife. 

That’s information you’ve been told later that night before Jungkook had left to go home- and you’re unsure how to think about that. You feel like there’s now a standard you have to reach, and you’re not sure if you can. If you meet them, and it doesn’t work out, what will they think of you?

Your ex has never really let you meet his parents much- only fleetingly, when you met them by chance at the local grocery store or in similar situations. You know that Jungkook has a brother who’s been married for much longer than Jungkook has been- will he judge you for being so much younger than Jungkook himself? 

Will his parents think you’re not a good fit for him because you’re too young? Or do they know already? 

You’re currently washing dishes from the breakfast Jungkook and you had at his place today, when the doorbell rings. You’ve spent the night after admitting that you weren’t feeling good about sleeping at your own place after what happened, and he understood- happily telling you that you can always stay at his house for as long as you’d like. You wonder if he meant permanently.   

He’s been hinting at it for quite a bit now.  

A dog almost jumps up on you, another one following- two tiny whippets excitedly yapping at you, before a young man calls them towards him. Only now do you see three people entering the house through the front door- an older couple, and the young man who you assume owns the dogs, Jungkook standing on the sidelines, hiding his face in his hand.  

“Oh, you must be her!” The woman says, and you instantly know that she must be his mother. He inherited quite a bit of her facial features, though you can also see his father in him as well, the man a lot quieter than her, simply hanging up her coat before greeting his son properly. “Oh you do look young! But very pretty.” She tells you, before she tells you her name.  “When did you change the furniture? It looks so much brighter in here without that weird sofa in the living room.” His mother exclaims, as Jungkook enters the open kitchen.  

“I- mom, when I said you could visit I didn’t mean today.!” Jungkook almost whines, before he throws you an apologetic look. “And also, what are you even doing here?” He asks the young man who very clearly has to be his brother from visual appearance alone.  

“Hey, I gotta know who the pretty girl is who caught my baby brother’s attention!” He teases, smacking Jungkook’s back. “You’ve been going on and on about her, you can’t blame me for being curious.” He explains himself, before he reaches out to you. “Junghyun. Nice to meet you.” He greets you, before he boldly moves to take a look inside the fridge.  

It's odd how you just instantly know the dynamic of his family from this small interaction alone.

Jungkook quickly somehow gets his family to sit in the living room while telling them that he’ll make them something to drink, before he joins you in the kitchen again. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know when J talked to them yesterday that they would show up literally 24 hours later-“ he apologizes, but you wave him off.  

“Its.. not that big of a deal. They seem nice- and it would’ve had to happen at some point, right?” You wonder, and he nods.  

“Still, it must be at least somewhat uncomfortable. I know I’d like to be prepared to meet your parents.” He sighs, moving to make some coffee for his parents after pecking your lips once.  

“…would you?” You ask, and he turns around after clicking the right buttons on the coffee machine in front of him. “meet my parents, I mean.” You ask, unsure.  

“I.. yeah?” He rubs the back of his neck a little. “I’m.. I mean, I don’t know if they’re even aware that you’re seeing someone-“ 

“They are.” You admit. “they.. I told my mom. After we.. after Christmas.” You explain, and he listens with interest, letting you go at your own pace however. “She’s.. they both know you’re older, and my dad is not very happy about that. But my mom seemed welcoming of the idea.” You tell him honestly, and he nods. “they’re scared too, you know? After all that happened.”  

Jungkook nods. “I completely understand. And even without that-“ he shrugs. “-I guess any parents would be suspicious of a relationship like ours.” Be admits and you nod as well, well aware that your parents might not be as easy going as his are. “but well make it work. Right?” be asks, and you know what he’s asking.  

Not if you’re gonna make it work- but if your parent’s possibly being against your relationship could be a deal breaker for you.  

“Yeah.” You say, because you’re not going to let this be taken away from you, by anyone. You’ve had a taste of what your life could be like if you were to just let it happen- and you don’t want to hide away and be trampled over anymore. You want him, you want this life and this future you might have together- no matter what.  

And Jungkook can’t help but walk closer to you, kissing your lips while he tenderly holds your cheeks.  

“Mom, Jungkook is making out with his girlfriend instead of making Coffee!” his brother yells, and Jungkook leans back at that, jaw clenched and tongue prodding against the inside of his cheek while he’s got his eyes closed, having to restrain himself you imagine. But you can’t help and giggle at the situation- visions of what those two brothers might’ve been like as children filling your mind, curiosity growing.

What was he like before Evelyn? Before he married? Before he met her? 

“get out!” Jungkook barks, taking a towel from the sink to hit his brother with it, the laughing older male running off back into the living room, where you follow- carefully carrying the two cups of coffee Jungkook had forgotten in his playful rage against his sibling. 

“Thank you.” His mother says, smiling warmly, while his father only nods, face however gentle, and friendly. You sit down after that, in the corner of the sofa, listening to the two brothers fighting in Jungkook’s office, before his father speaks up.  

“My son mentioned that you two have.. Quite the age gap between you.” He says, and you nod. “And that doesn’t bother you?” He asks, and you shake your head. 

“It.. Did. In the beginning.” You admit, his father now visibly interested in your answer as he didn’t expect you to admit something like that so outright. “I was worried that he might.. Think of me as childish. Or that our ambitions might differ too much, since we’re both at different points in our lives.” You explain, his mother now listening in as well. “I mean.. Let's just take family-planning for example. He’s a lot closer to settling down than I am, technically.” You explain, and his mother nods. “But I realized that, if we talk about these issues, we can solve them together. Make compromises, so we can meet in the middle, so to speak.” 

“Has he spoken to you about his.. Past marriage?” His father asks, and you nod. 

“I’ve met his former wife a few times. And I’m.. Somewhat aware of the things that happened in the past- though I’m sure he didn’t tell me everything yet.” You say. “And I respect that. We’re still.. At the very beginning of our relationship after all.” You chuckle a little, nervously, but suddenly, his father smiles. 

“Stop interrogating my girlfriend just because I’m not here.” Jungkook interrupts the conversation, protectively sitting in between his father and you- though that wasn’t the smartest idea, since his father just quietly pats his back rather roughly, making Jungkook complain in embarrassment. “What the fuck dad?” He asks, but his father just laughs. 

“Stop hitting him darling, you’re gonna break his back!” His mother complains, and you can’t help but smile at the mention of that petname- making it clear where Jungkook got the habit from, since he calls you the same most of the time. It’s cute. 

You’re happy to see that he has such a nice family.  

“So, when are you gonna bring a kid into this world, huh?” His brother asks shamelessly, making Jungkook choke on his water. “Hey, come on. I’ve got the second one on the way, you can’t make me do all the work here!” He teases, making Jungkook turn towards you. 

“I’m so sorry- if you want them to leave, just tell me.” He says towards you, but much to his dismay, you shake your head. 

“I don’t mind them.” You say, and his brother grins, before he leans forwards towards you. 

“Did you know that Jungkook used to be scared of the microwave-” Jonghyun starts, and Jungkook throws his head back, groaning in agony.  

All while you can’t help but be happy that his family seems to like you. 

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Later on, once they all left again, he talks to you once more in the living room after the dishes had been washed, and you both had gotten ready to just laze around and go to bed later. “I’m really sorry they showed up unannounced. That was terrible of them-” He shakes his head still, holding you in his arms on the couch while a random TV series plays quietly in the background, commercial break ongoing. “-and I’m also sorry I left you alone with them. I hope they didn’t interrogate you too hard.” 

“It was fine.” You brush off, telling the truth. “We just.. Spoke about the age gap.” You explain, and Jungkook sighs. “And I told them that, you know, yes, it did bother me at first. And I know that it bothered you too.” You admit, making him stare blankly, listening to your words. “But that we.. Work together. If problems occur, we find compromises. Put equal effort into it so we meet in the middle, you know what I mean?” You say, and he nods. 

“Yeah, I see where you’re coming from. What did they answer to that?” He wonders, but you shrug. 

“He just asked if I knew Evelyn, and I said that yes, I’ve met her a few times.” You remember. “And that I know you probably didn’t yet tell me everything, but that it’s fine because neither have I. Since we’re still.. Pretty new.” You offer. “And then you came back, so we didn’t talk further.” 

“My brother can be so terrible, I swear.” He huffs. “Two years older and thinks he’s always got the upper hand in everything..” He mumbles. 

“Well, from what I’ve been told, he is a bit quicker with things than you.” You giggle. “Second marriage, second child-” 

“Second job after he kept slacking off at his first, second house because he got kicked out of the first, second dog because one wasn’t enough-” Jungkook goes on, and you can’t help but laugh out loud. “-Hey, stop laughing about that!” He complains, moving his hands to pinch your sides, only causing your laughter to intensify as you try and slip away from him. But you’re unsuccessful, rather ending up somewhat manhandled down into the couch, with him above you, your wrists pressed into the cushions below you. 

It doesn’t take long for him to lean in and kiss you, the knowledge of everything that happened today settling in. You’ve been so understanding about everything, calm and collected even though he knew that you must’ve been at least somewhat intimidated by the whole situation. You still handled it perfectly in his opinion, facing it all head on. 

He’s so in love with you.  

His kisses slow down after a moment or two- and you know why they do. He’s not really a fan of getting heated on the couch of all places, preferring the bedroom or maybe the shower- and sure, you have indeed gotten rather scandalous in other places of his house before, but if he can control himself, he does.  

Laying next to you, your head on his biceps, he just observes you for a moment before he speaks again.  

“Move in with me.” He says, and you’re caught by surprise at the sudden proposal. “I’ve got.. Enough space. A room you can have just for yourself if you ever want some time to yourself. I can continue renting out your old place too if you’d like.” He tells you, hand resting on your waist. “Just.. I’d like to have you close. Every day.” He says. “And night of course.” 

“I mean.. if you’re okay with that?” You say, unsure. “you don’t have to do it just because.. we’re a couple, you know? I can be.. a little chaotic, and loud, you might not-“ 

“I wouldn’t have proposed the idea if I didn’t want it, darling.” He chuckles, easing your mind quite a bit. “Think about it though, before you answer me now. I realize I might’ve come off a bit.. strong with how I phrased it.” He hums, slowly sitting up again with you next to him. “What I really want to say is.. If you wanted to move in with me, I’d welcome you with open arms so to say.” He offers, and you nod.  

“I’ll think about it.”  

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“Hm?” You wonder still half asleep, Jungkook right behind you with his hands running over your skin, legs entangled and lips kissing the back of your neck.  

“You’ve been sleeping for ages.” He complains lightly, his own eyes barely open. “been waiting for you to wake up.”  

“..whats.. why?” You ask, moving a little to stretch your legs out.  

“hm, why..” he just repeats, hands traveling further and further until one of them finds its way beneath your light shirt you wear, bare chest warm beneath his palm. It’s clear to you now what exactly he’s been aiming for when waking you up- intentions obvious, especially with the way he presses himself into you from behind.  

You do have to admit, that it’s been a few days since the last time you two got together like this. With some stress at his work and your own life, you didn’t want to bother him too much- rather deciding to let him reach out on his own, so you know that he’s up for it.  

“You smell nice.” Jungkook comments, running his nose over the crook of your neck. “Is that the.. pink bottle you left here last time?” He asks a bit slurred, himself still somewhat asleep.  

“Hmhm.” You nod. “It’s.. yeah. I forgot it.” You explain, moving a bit to give him better access, and also to show that you’re okay with this. “it’s body lotion.”  

“smells better on you than it does on me.” He chuckles. 

“You used it?” You wonder, and he shrugs, before moving to position himself over you, reaching into his bedside table for a condom.  

“Hey you left it here!” He defends himself. “but it didn’t smell as nice on me.” He admits, shrugging before he moves to shed his cotton pajama pants- the shirt long gone, a habit of his during the night.  

“Well, now I’m here.” You say, and he nods, smiling.  

“You are.” He agrees, tapping your hips to make you lift them, his hands pulling down your underwear and sleep shorts off in one go. He gives the condom to you for now, before he lifts your legs over his shoulders, head lowering between your thighs to eat you out. He’s got a habit of holding eye contact with you during the act, and even now, he does so- soaking up every one of your reactions, eager to see you restless beneath his touch.  

This is the type of love he’d hoped for when he married. This is what he thought could grow from nothing.  

But he’s realizing now that that was a mistake- you can’t just hope for the best and then be disappointed when things don’t turn out the way you’d wanted them. There’s got to be effort put into it, and knowing that now makes him accept the fact that his ex wife isn’t the only reason his marriage failed. He himself also made mistakes, many of them- agreeing to going out with her when he didn’t love her being one of them.  

There’s no clear villain and no obvious victim in his story.  

Your skin is soft beneath his hands as he runs them up and down the sides of your legs- body squirming from his actions beneath them, as you experience things you haven’t before. You’ve never really had anyone ever pay so much attention to you in any way- be it sexually or just with the way that he calls daily to make sure he at least checks in with you whenever you’re apart. And thinking about it, there’s nothing speaking against living together- what's really the worst that could happen? 

You’ve been through the worst. You know that Jungkook would never be anything close to that. 

Your hand finds its way into his hair, unsure where else it’s supposed to go- and you’re faintly apologetic about the way you’re most likely tugging on it the second he pushes you over the edge- but he’s visibly uncaring of it, none of it bothering him it seems. He chuckles as he comes back up to you, wiping his face with his hand before he watches you open your eyes again to look at him. “You okay?” He chuckles, and you nod. 

“I want to move in with you.” You say, and he’s caught off guard, eyes wide for a second before he leans back a little to properly look at you.

“You sure?” He wonders, and you nod. 

“Hmhm.” You nod. “I.. Want to.” You tell him, and he smiles, clearly excited.  

“Okay.” He nods. “Okay! Yeah, we can.. Uhm, I mean, I’ve got the next week and a half set for home-office, so I can help you with the furniture?” He proposes, and you laugh, almost in relief, before he steals the still wrapped condom from your hand that's been holding it the entire time, face leaning down to kiss you.

"But first, let me love you some more."

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i need pervy older bf konig :(

good god. bro you and i are both so lucky i had today off. this was some good shit to write thank you very much for requesting this ( ◡‿◡ *) also ngl i really think i just don't know how to write characters not being possessive. it's just in my dna

✎ tags: mdni!, smut, female reader, age gap (reader is 18/19, könig is mid-40's), mentioned loss of virginity, corruption/innocence kink, size difference, size kink, pet names, free use, posssessive!könig, exhibitionism, mention of violence (reader gets turned on by it dw), edging, dacryphilia, bondage, praise kink, reader calls könig "sir"

✎ word count: 1.4k words (not proofread)

✎ translations: "hase" = bunny , "liebling" = darling "mein schatz" = my darling/sweetheart , "mein herz" = my heart "mein kleiner hase" = my little bunny (please correct me if anything is wrong, i'll edit it whenever i get the chance!)

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✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!könig who is just obsessed with his darling little girlfriend. he loves everything about you, how small you are against him, how easy you are to manhandle and twist around, so happy to just have him touch you however he wants. how you always crane your neck up to look at him with such adoration in your pretty eyes, even when he makes you do the nastiest things for him.

✧ ˖ ° ever since the first time he sunk into you, your first time where you couldn't even take his whole dick (it took you a few rounds to fit it all in), he just can't get enough of you. the whimper when he pops his fat head through your tiny hole, how you dig your nails in and gasp for breath the further he pushes in, it's straight up addicting to him. könig's favorite thing is seeing you fall deeper and deeper into the pleasure he gives you, seeing you become more and more corrupted by his huge hands and cock.

✧ ˖ ° he's got such a kink for your innocence and naivety; his heart skips a beat every time you think it can't get any better, and then it does and your little body doesn't even know how to handle it. könig will try every position, every kink his expansive mind can come up with with you.

✧ ˖ ° it always starts with him pulling you over one of his thighs (it strains your legs too much to try and sit over both of them without his help) and him dragging your hips back and forth across it. his hands cover the entire expanse of your thighs and the globes of your ass, fingertips digging in until it's just on the edge of bruising. always soaking up your little whimpers, how you dig your nails into his shoulders and hide your face in his chest. "hase, my little bunny, does that feel good? look at me, liebling, answer me. always so shy when i have you like this. it feels good, yes? are you going to cum for me? heh, what is it, you need more, liebling? ask me nicely for more, then."

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!könig who steals your underwear and most of the clothes you pack when you come over and pretends to have no idea where it all went. oh well, guess you'll just have to wear his clothes! it's such a shame that you don't have any underwear left until he does the laundry that he keeps "forgetting" about. it's so sad that you have nothing clean left to wear except his t-shirts that almost reach your knees.

✧ ˖ ° he just loves being able to come up to you in the kitchen, lift you up onto the island counter and run his hands up your thighs until his thumb covers your clit. you always get so squirmy when he does that, bucking your hips into his hand and clawing at his arm. könig chuckles and teases you about how needy you are for him, how you're such a dirty little girl for walking around with no underwear. "don't you know how men are, mein schatz? they'll snatch you up every chance they get," he mutters in your ear, the hand that wasn't shoving two fingers into you gripping your hip to keep you still.

✧ ˖ ° when you start stuttering out little pleas and fumbling with his belt he relents. he pushes you flat against the counter and kneels to lick a sloppy stripe up your pussy, never forgetting his dedication to not hurting you (not in a way you didn't like, at least). and when he's finally lifting your hips up to line up your sopping hole with his dick, he tells you how much of a good girl you are for letting him use you like this, whenever he wants.

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!könig who gets off on having you sit on his lap in public; in front of anyone, really. könig knows that his overwhelming size and heavy stare makes him live up to his name of "king", and having a pretty little thing like you in his lap just completes the picture. he doesn't admit it, but you know it's an ego boost for him every time.

✧ ˖ ° it just makes him so happy to have you so close! he tells you it helps him with his social anxiety, having you there to calm him down. especially when he invites over his friends, other colonels and military men. könig knows you always feel out of place, feeling like you're going to hear something you shouldn't. he just coos reassurances in your ears and rubs his hands up and down your thighs, fingertips grazing just below the hem of the pretty dress he had asked you to put on. "relax, hase, it's okay for you to be here. mein schatz, mein herz, you know i would never let anyone harm you. i would break their neck before they even came close."

✧ ˖ ° you somehow always end up trying to discreetly white-knuckle his wrist that's buried between your legs. könig plays poker with the rest of the men, pretending very well that three of his fingers aren't knuckle deep inside you. everyone knows, they grow to expect it at this point. you're just so obvious, squirming and glancing up at him anxiously and trying desperately to cover up the tiny moans you let out. then he'll finally lean down and whisper in your ear, telling you to be good and cum; you can't possibly hide the way you shake and arch your back or the choked whimpers. but the men carry on with their game, barely sparing a second glance at you (they still shift in their seats, sneak a hand down to readjust), talking amongst themselves.

✧ ˖ ° "you see, mein kleiner hase, they know to not even look at you too long. they know you're mine, just well as you do, right?" könig says lowly while he wipes his fingers off on your thighs. he's pulling you closer to him so you can feel the outline of his hardon pressed against your ass. you nod and mumble a little "yes, sir" and he pats your stomach where he's holding you against him. "good girl. don't worry, liebling, we are almost done here. i'll stuff you full soon enough, just be patient a little longer."

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!könig who always has nothing but praise for you except for when you act up. he wasn't the kind of man to take insubordination lightly usually; you couldn't be if you wanted to be a colonel. instead of his usual punishments (making subordinates run suicides until they dropped) he likes tying you down and edging you until you're sobbing for him to let you cum, to untie you, anything.

✧ ˖ ° it's not that he enjoys seeing you cry (he loves it in this context), he just needs to teach you a lesson, to make sure you know your bratty actions have consequences. it just brings könig so much joy to reduce you to a brainless, overstimulated mess, whining pleas between hiccups and gasps for air. hearing you cry out, "no- nono please könig, please sir m'sorry, m'so sorry! ha-a- please, please let me cum, m'sorry, please-", is like an angel's choir to his ears. he knows you think he's being cruel and unfair, but könig is always going easy on you. you still are his sweet little girl, after all, he could never hurt you too much!

✧ ˖ ° he won't let up though until he's making you say whatever nasty things he wants, until you're so desperate that you completely forget about being shy. "have i taught you your lesson, hase? hm, i don't know if you have yet. tell me what you want- i know you want to cum, liebling, what do you want me to do about that? you want me to fuck you? ask properly, tell me you want my thick cock in your tiny pussy. you need it, don't you? tell me you need it, you need to feel me deep inside you. hah, alright mein kleiner hase, i believe you. it's alright, shh, mein herz, you did so well for me, let me reward you now."

[tonycries]

Some answers are written in the stars. Others, you must ask to know.

How do you make your text/ titles gradient?

Patorjk’s Text Color Fader!! My life-saver frfr, I just use the steps of the tutorial provided here <3 However, this unfortunately can’t be done on mobile 😔

Where do you find the manga panels for your headers?

I usually find the panels and/ or titles on mangacap account on Twitter (eg. HornetPills, FAKKU, and lewdxvisuals). Most of my headers are from → “Lady K & The Sick Man”, “Infiltration! Agent on the Edge”, and “Hachisuka’s Family Kotoribako.”

How do you make your headers?

On Canva! I did a tutorial for getting that colorful ombré look right here <3

Where do you make your memes/ get those silly reaction pics?

I make all my memes on imgflip, and the unhinged pics - including the infamous werewolf ones - are mainly from Pinterest and stan Twitter. 

What are your writing tips?

Here are the writing tips n' quirks that work most often for me, and here is for if you want something more practical/ to help with writer's block!!

What fandoms do you write for/ have you written for?

Currently, only JJK - but if you checkout my first masterlist you'll see that I have written for a lil' bit of AOT and Haikyuu.

What is your posting schedule?

9:30PM - 10PM EST on Wednesdays and Sundays for my fics; and you’ll usually catch me answering asks from 1:30PM onwards and 11:30PM onwards the rest of those days. Tiny reminder though that I don’t answer asks on days I post my writing and for 24 hours beforehand (ya girl will be busy typing away something diabolical 😩.)

Why did you miss a posting day?

I try very, very hard not too n’ I miss a posting day very rarely - I promise!! 99% of the time it’s because I’m super sick, though, and I’ll let you babygirls know prior to that. Dw, I almost always bounce back on schedule for the next posting day <3

Are you taking requests at the moment?

Noooope!! Sorry lovelies, but requests are closed. I do take suggestions and thirsts where I’ll just brainstorm or add on to the idea if I really like it, however. Something that looks like this or this.

Where are you from?

Sri Lankan through n’ through rahhh 🇱🇰 Feel free to yap with me in my inbox about it!

What is your gender/ what are your pronouns?

I’m a girlie n’ I go by she/her pronouns yup yup 😌 

So then, why does everyone call you “daddy Tony”?

I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE IT STARTED BUT DADDY TONY IS SIMPLY DADDY TONY 😈 DOESN’T MATTER THE GENDER 😈😈 (+ Tony is just what everyone irl calls me too so.)

If that makes you uncomfortable though, you can always call me simply Tony without the daddy part, or Toe knee, or Toenail, or mommy Toenail- you get the point. My lovely babygirls love to make up a lot of names for me n’ I haven’t heard one that doesn’t make me CACKLE just yet 😭

Why do you call your followers “babygirls”?

Ah, I’m daddy Tony and you all are just my babygirls heheh. It started off as a joke at first because I tend to start most of my announcements with “bonjour babygirls” even irl, but it eventually just grew to me referring to all my gorgeous followers as Tony’s Cult of Babygirls - took a page out of Geto’s book there.

I also tend to sift through a variety of pet names when responding to individual asks/ comments - like sweetheart, lovely, ml, gorgeous. etc. Do let me know straight-up if this makes you uncomfortable, because using those is simply my default.

Why didn’t you respond to the thing I tagged you in?

*SOBS* I’m saur sorry about that, I get tagged in a lot of things so either my notifications were clogged n’ I didn’t get it, or I simply missed it amongst everything. I love responding to things y’all tag me in, though - so send me an ask to double check!!

Did you see my ask or was it eaten up – you haven’t answered yet?

Pinky-promise daddy Tony’s not ignoring you!! If I haven’t responded to an ask, it’s usually one of these reasons: 

I get a LOOOT of asks daily - and while I do try my best to respond to every single one - I might take some time to get to yours. Please, please, please don’t send a follow-up ask about your previous one unless it’s really, really important, or until it’s been two weeks since I haven’t responded. That only adds more to my inbox, and I do answer before it reaches that point.

I might have gotten an ask that was very similar to yours, n’ responded to that one instead of both.

Your ask went against my rules/ it was a request (because my requests are closed, most asks like that end up written down in a doc I have. But they won’t be publicly answered until requests open up/ I just decide to write it.) Again: Thirsts and suggestions are completely okay – just no requests!

Your question was already answered in my FAQ - in that case, yippee I hope you got your answer, lovely <3

Sometimes my asks actually get eaten up by this site, and I apologize for that 😔 Like I said, if it’s been two weeks then please do resend me the ask!!

Who are the anons that you have right now?

🧃, 🐹, 🐁, 🔮, 🪦, 🍙, toji titties anon, ⛸️, scribbler anon, 🌳, ♍, medicine major anon, gojo big cock gagger anon, 🫃, 🗣️🩰, <3 anon, orgy anon, 🐝, marketing major anon, 🫶🏻💕, 🧋, 🐠, 🐛, 🗣️🎬‼️, 😼, 🐇, ✏️, 🪶🧠, 🌸, 👀, 🧝🏽, 🌦️, 🌺, 🍭, 🌙, 🔔❤️⚙️, 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 anon, neuroscience anon, 🎀💄, 🫐, 💋, 🦴, 🦎, 🦩, 🌱, 🫀, 🍓, CJ anon, 🐨, 🦤, 🐚, 💃, 🦇, 🌛, 🪼, 💤, 🍫, ⭐, 😈, spooky sweet tea anon, 🧠, 🧌, 🗣️, 🐄, corpse goon anon, 🦐, tiny anon, 🌟🦈, 💧, 🎱, 🦢, dewdrop anon, 🍵, 🥗, 🥠, :) anon, 🥥, 🐩, 🌝, 🪽🦦, (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) anon, silly anon, jester anon, 🐡, 🎀,  anon H, Marchailina, 👟, horny anon, b. anon, 🍰, 🪢, 🦚, lads anon, lads anon #2, 😻, 💐, 🐢, 🍣, 🃏, ex Nanami-hater anon, ovulating anon, 🐼, 🐜, 🦗, 🚀, vet major anon, 😔, 🐦, void anon, 🦢🐚, gojo convertee anon, therapist gojo anon, 💗, 🧸, 🍄, 🐾🐕, ✨🍀, 🐦‍⬛, lawnmower anon, Nanami’s 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 anon, 🕷️, 🍞, Nanami anon, ☀️🪵, reading sesh anon, 🐸, 🏵️, 🍄😈, 🪨🧍, law student anon, 🦶, 🔖, 🪞, 🍯, 💌, 🎧, 🪐, 🫆, Hoyoverse anon, 🐈, 🐮, 👅🍑, 🪱, 🍍, 🧪, 🥖, 🌊, 🤍, Hua Cheng anon, 🦅

Why do you scare me?

I promise I don't bite unless asked to!!

[smallestapplin]

A sweet turn of events

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Warnings : Optimus gets hurt, fluffy and cute ending I looked up the stages of courtship for this. Spark bonding. Everyone is fine dw.

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Being Optimus’s partner was wonderful, he was always so kind, devoted, even at his busiest he’d still find a way to be there, for such a large bot he treats you like a prized treasure, loved and cared for. Being with Optimus for so long gave you an edge, despite being much smaller than the autobots around base, you were considered a boss of sorts, the only bots who’d still talk back to you were Prowl and Ratchet.

Though it also allowed you to bully your way passed Bulkhead and into the medbay after hearing so much commotion, knowing they had come back from a patrol and something went wrong, you weren’t expecting to see Ratchet and Wheeljack looking panicked, hovering over a badly damaged Optimus’s open spark chamber.

“Our tools can’t reach back there.”

“It’s too close to his spark, if we aren’t careful…”

“He’s still losing a lot of energon, that peice of scrap metal there. H-hey, why are you here?”

Wheeljack finally noticed you, his optics wide as he rushed over, trying to usher you out. Ratchet tries to hold a glare but it’s clear he’s worried.

“I’m not leaving until you tell me what happened.”

Despite Wheeljack holding you tightly in his servos, he pauses, looking back between you and Optimus.

“An ambush on a routine patrol, boss bot took a hit or few for some of the others. We ain’t got much time, we need you to-“

“Let me help. You said your tools can’t reach where it’s needed, right? Let me do it.”

The two look to you like you’re crazy, Ratchet even especially.

“What!? No! There is too much energon leaking from his fuel lines, it’s too toxic in there for you.”

Yet you don’t take it as an answer.

“Ratchet, I am not asking. We need Optimus, we can’t just stand around arguing over this, when we could be saving him!”

Wheeljack looks to the head medic with a solem expression, you are their friend too, they can’t imagine base without you, but they also need Optimus as their friend and leader. Ratchet can feel his spark sinking, he has to sacrifice one friend for another. Looking down at Optimus’s battered frame, he’s barely hanging on, if they are going to save him it has to be now.

“Fine.”

“But, Ratchet-“

“We don’t have any other way, we can’t wait around much longer.”

Wheeljack walks you to the medical berth, your heart breaking at the sight of your beloved but it makes you all the more sure. Ratchet hands you human sized thick gloves and a mask.

“These will only protect you for a short time. I will walk you through it.”

You are quick to put them on as Ratchet hands you a bunch of self adhering tape. Wheeljack loads up the x-ray, so much more in depth and clear than any you’ve ever seen, even showing you where the problem areas were.

“We will tell you where to go, but right not stop his fuel lines from leaking energon and the get to the scrap metal poking into his spark chamber.”

You nod as Ratchet helps lower you down into Optimus Chassis. It’s a mess, you want to cry at the scene before you but you stay strong, pressing on as you get to wrapping leaking lines, and pulling small metal bits from places you’re certain they aren’t suppose to be. The longer you’re in here, the heavier your head feels, but you fight to stay clear, working towards your lover’s spark.

You can hear Wheeljack and Ratchet’s voices telling you where everything is, telling you what needs wrapping, encouraging you to press on. Until you made it to Optimus’s spark, it’s massive compared to you, but you can see the issue instantly.

The metal is at an odd angle it would make the most crooked tools break, and it’s far too close to Optimus’s spark for any servos to get in here, but those decepticons didn’t account for you. You grab the sharp jagged metal, pulling and wiggling it as best you can, slowly but surely working it out until you hear it.

A pulse? A voice maybe?

You look at the bright blue glowing spark, noting how much it’s glowing.

“Shh, it’s okay Op, I’m here, I got you.” You spoke low, just for the both of you to hear, if he could hear you at all.

You grab the metal again, widening your stance and pulling again, you hear it again almost akin to a groan.

“I love you, I got you. Please, just hold on.”

You know you could die here, you know this isn’t the safest place for you like this.

You’ve been in his chassis before, it’s the safest place for you, it’s hard for anyone to get to, but for you Optimus would carry you around there. Memories what keep you going, refusing to left him fall like this.

Finally with one harsh pull the metal is freed, the force taking you down but you yell for Ratchet, moving to over get it out into the open for him to grab.

“Let me guide you this time!”

He doesn’t argue this time, grabbing the solder to close up the gaping hole behind the spark, you guide his servo making sure to be between him and Optimus’s spark, protecting him from any of Ratchet’s movements. The room is spinning, but you refuse to move, even as Ratchet starts cleaning up any leftover energon, even as the medic softly calls your name.

Your energy feels depleted, but as you lean your head against the thrumming spark, you smile, you feel safe at home.

You don’t hear the panicked voices, don’t get them calling for one of the racers to take you to a human hospital.

As your eyes slide closed, eyelids feeling heavy, you could only think about how you’d do it again in a heartbeat to save your beloved. There is a harsh glow behind your eyes, making you groan as your eyes flutter open. When did you fall asleep?

You blink as frames come into view but too difficult to make out.

“Oh thank the all spark you’re alive!” You never heard Ratchet so relieved.

“You gave us a scare, I was sure you’d be meeting Primus by now.” Wheeljack places a cold wet cloth over your forehead, chuckling as you grow in relief.

When has your body gotten so warm?

“But still, a human spark bonding with a cybertronian, I never would’ve thought that was possible.”

You groan, you’ve heard those terms before but your head is throbbing, it hurts too much to think right now. Despite the pain you can’t help but have one fleet thought, is Optimus okay? As if hearing your thoughts, you can hear a faint rumble of Optimus’s engines purring.

Sluggishly you sit up, ignoring the loud protests from the medics as you move closer to an obviously tired Optimus, who opens his optics to look at you, despite his exhaustion he looks so content and happy to see you. Optimus lifts a servo up to cup your body and hold you closer.

“Hello, my light.”

“How are you feeling?”

He hums, laying limp back against the medical berth.

“Tired, but are you okay? You shouldn't have-“

You cut him off with a stern grunt.

“I’d do it again, I’d do it as many times as it takes to make sure you’re alive and well. I love you, and I refuse to not at least try.”

The others in the room leave to give you two some alone time. Leaving you and your beloved alone. He seems to hear your words, but seems somewhat dazed.

“Do you have a preference for when to hold our ceremony? Or maybe you have a tradition you want incorporated?”

“Huh?”

You look up to Optimus, who now looks confused at you. You two have been dating for a while of course, acts of intamacy, acts of disclosure, acts of giving, you two had been doing such things for years, was this not your act of devotion? Was this not the grand gesture of love you intended it to be?

But you spark bonded with him, he can feel the ties between you two now.

Did you not know? Surely you had to, your actions were loud and clear, your words were even louder.

“My love, don’t look at me like that, please.” You kiss his chin, trying to soothe him.

You feel an ache in your chest, it feels so heavy, can you feel his emotions now? Surely not.

“You bonded my spark to you, it’s not something that can be forced, I thought you wanted to make it official if Ratchet and Wheeljack haven’t told the others yet.”

Though your head is spinning, you feel light headed at the idea of marrying Optimus Prime, you didn’t know you could do that! But seeing his expression so light and dreamy makes your heart swoon, you don’t think you could tell him no.

Who are you kidding, you’d love to.

[suguslve]

‧˚꒰🍷꒱༘‧— DO I LOOK LIKE HER?

synopsis: in which you, the new human transfer in Devildom realize bit by bit that you are only seen as a replacement for Lilith.

part ii. part iii.

♰ pairings. obey me brothers x fem! Reader

♰ genre. angst

♰ word count. 600

♰ a/n. first ever fic i’ll be uploading on here T^T lmk your thoughts (and dw part 2 is already in the making :P) also! this was inspired by niki’s song ‘did you like her in the morning’ & tyler the creator’s ‘like him’. enjoy reading!

you were nothing but a mere replacement–a placeholder,

someone to fill the gap in their hearts from her departure.

someone to keep them company until she returns.

you didn’t know what you were getting yourself into, truthfully. you didn’t know that you were only cherished, protected by them because you reminded them of her. but apparently, you've got it all down–from her features down to her little quirks, hell you two could be mistaken as twins.

it's funny, you think, how the gods above are playing this sick cruel joke on you, they must be laughing at your misery right now.

you’d first heard it from simeon.

“Lilith?” Simeon whispered lowly when Solomon first introduced you to each other. You looked at him, confused, and baffled.

“I’m sorry? you must be mistaken” you quickly answer, “I’m y/n.” you corrected him. He then shook his head lightly and posed an apologetic smile on his angelic features.

“Right. Yes, apologies. It’s lovely to meet you y/n”.

then next, from the brothers.

Lord Diavolo had made arrangements for you to stay at the House of Lamentation, demanding that the brothers take care of you, their new human student.

“We’re here.” said Solomon, as he helped you make your way to the door. “Now, I’m afraid I have to head back to Lord Diavolo’s castle, he probably has more demands from me.” he lightly joked which made you elicit a small laugh. “You’ll be able to manage on your own from here?” he softly asks to which you nod. “Yes Solomon, I’ll be fine, now go. Wouldn’t want you to be late now.” you shoo him off, both of you laughing lightly.

Then, you knocked.

The door opened almost immediately as you see a demon, who you remembered as Lucifer, waiting.

“Come in” his deep voice broke the silence. “Everyone is in the living room, I’ll introduce you to them.” he curtly states as he walks away from you, to which you follow him in. As you step foot into the living room you felt a pair of four eyes on you.

“Everyone, this is Y/N. She’s going to stay under our care during her time here in the Devildom. Now I expect each and every one of you to treat her with the utmost care, if anything happens to her I’ll be the one to deal with you. Is that understood?” As he finishes his sentence, he is met with nothing but silence as they all stare at you. They all felt a rush and mixture of emotions upon seeing you; you looked so much like….her.

“Lilith…” you hear them all whisper. You look at them confusingly

Just who the hell is Lilith? Before more thoughts enter your brain, Lucifer clears his throat and continues speaking.

“Right then, I’ll be introducing you to everyone. That one with the white hair is Mammon, also known as the Avatar of Greed. Followed by Leviathan, also known as the Avatar of Envy, and that’s Asmodeus also known as the Avatar of Lust, and lastly Beelzebub known as the Avatar of Gluttony.” you were about to ask where the others are when he cuts you off. “Satan and Belphegor are in their rooms, you’ll get to meet them sooner or later.”

You then politely smiled at all of them. “Hello everyone, I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you all.”

A few months had passed after that.

And in those few months, you grew closer to everyone, especially the brothers, connecting and clicking with them almost immediately. However, the name “Lilith” never left the back of your head. How could it when everytime you’re out and about with any of the brothers, you’d hear that name being whispered by the other demons you passed by. You try to not pay them any mind but you simply couldn’t.

And then things started to change.

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[motthe]

OKAY- idk if requesting twice is okay or not- but if you have the time! Can we see more Mel and reader (lumen au or otherwise)? Where reader has what is essentially Amara’s job but more so a bodyguard type? Mel helped them out at one point and now they protect her and help her with whatever she needs! (Like finding a gift for Jayce or Passive aggressively spitting her mother) and she does the same for them with viktor and egotistical higher ups? Basically just them being each others solace, confidant that knows of the others past while helping them get to the future they deserve with Jayce x Mel & Viktor x reader sprinkled in, (first meetings, first signs of affection, etc) for all parties!

(can be ignored if your busy or otherwise dw ;3)

I hope you enjoyed this!!! I took some creative liberties and placed this in S1 arc 1 :)

warnings: gn!reader, mention of scars and sleep problems, non-sexual nakedness (you’ll get it when you read lol)

Mel rose from her desk, the wide reaching window behind her dark. There were always a few days out of the week she would stay late. She never left anything half-finished and if it wasn’t perfect, it wasn’t finished. 

“Fancy a stroll through the Academy?”

You repositioned yourself from leaning against the wall, raising an eyebrow. The woman approaching you was an esteemed council member and a child of Noxus. Above all that, she held a dangerously sharp mind. 

With you, a trained guard from birth and accepted by her bitch of a mother, you two made quite the confidants. 

“Why?” you asked, knowing you were going whether you fancied the idea or not. Where she went, you went. 

“Why not?” Her grin was infectious, but you saw the mischief swimming in her eyes. 

“It’s far past lockup, for one,” you began, grabbing the door for her. Your belt clicked with the movement, the weight of your gun and knives shifting. “We also have no business with the Academy.”

“We may not, but I have a feeling someone does.”

You hummed, your steps shadowing hers for every beat. Every turn down a hall, your eyes were skating for anything amiss. “This wouldn’t have something to do with a certain expelled scientist, would it?”

She hummed, smiling and confident from where you walked adjacent. 

That poor man, you couldn’t help but think. Catch Mel’s eye and you’re stuck under a microscope until she loses interest. 

“Maybe Heimerdinger has stayed late with that assistant of his,” she said, gaze cutting to you. Your eyes narrowed in warning. 

You changed the subject. “What makes you think that Talis fellow would sneak into the Academy the night of his expulsion?”

“His things are to be destroyed tomorrow morning.” 

“If we get all the way to the Academy and you’re wrong—” you complained. 

“A trip to your favorite spa, paid.” She stopped, tilting her head towards you. “And if I’m right?”

You grumbled, rolling your eyes. “I’ll pose for that painting.”

She pursed her lips, flexing her fingers. 

You crossed your arms and bit out, “No.”

“It’s nude or nothing, darling,” she teased. “I need the practice.”

“You need nothing,” you scoffed, continuing in front of her to check the entrance to the council’s building. The usual enforcer’s we’re making their rounds, tipping their hats to you. 

Mel stepped out next to you, shoulder nudging yours. Your sigh trailed into the night air. 

“Fine.”

Her golden freckles crinkled with the grin that pulled at her lips. 

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“Did you bring a flashlight?” Mel asked quietly. You gave her the flattest expression known to man in response. “May I borrow it, please?”

“No, you may not,” you answered. Even in the dark you sensed her scowl as you passed, taking up the front. “If I need to shoot someone, I need to see.”

“So violent,” she murmured. “Honestly, he doesn’t seem the type.”

“Then he’d make the perfect assassin,” you chuckled, lowering your voice as you opened the door to the staircase. “Besides, we want to go undetected, don’t we?”

“If no trouble is afoot, then I wouldn’t mind a second look at this research,” she revealed, only adding to a long night ahead. 

“What are you expecting to find?” 

She chuckled. “I do love a good surprise.”

You scoffed quietly as you climbed the steps ahead of her. “You would, miss know-it-all.”

Reaching the floor that held Heimerdinger’s office, you glanced through the window on the door before slipping it open. Mel kept her steps light as you both moved through the darkness. As you crept on, you noticed a faint glow reaching around the corner and glanced at Mel, scowling. 

She wore the look of a winner in the blue-tinted of the moonlight shining through the distant window. Slowly, she mouthed the word ‘nude’.

You shook your head, pulling your flashlight out as you motioned her to follow you. The tinkling of keys and the gears of a lock turning left you with one hand on your gun and the other pointing the flashlight forward. You held off on spotlighting the infiltrator when you noticed two figures sneaking around Heimerdinger’s door. 

“So far so good,” came a familiar ethnolect. You clicked the flashlight on to confirm your suspicions. 

Oh, shit. 

Jayce Talis and Viktor, of all people, were caught red handed, hands guarding their eyes as they were overwhelmed by the brilliance. 

“Willing to risk exile for your endeavor,” Mel spoke, taking up the space on your right as she stared the two men down. “That’s quite the conviction.”

“A counselor,” Talis breathed. 

Viktor chose another path, turning towards the door in a dramatized show of confusion. “Wait a minute, this isn’t my bedroom…”

“Guess those aren’t your keys either?” you hummed, moving your hand off your weapon as he looked up at you. 

“Actually, they are permitted to be in my possession,” he corrected as he stood from his crouch.

“Just like you’re permitted to be here, past lockup,” your eyes fled towards Talis before focusing his pinched gaze “with a freshly expelled student.”

“Eh,” he shrugged, “that one, not so much.”

“Please,” Mr. Talis begged, stepping in front of Viktor, eyes locked on Mel. You positioned yourself between them, hand back on your gun as you pointed the flashlight towards the man. He winced, only passing you a slight flare in retaliation. “We can prove that it works.”

“You couldn’t do so earlier today,” Mel pointed out, expression deadened and feigning disinterest. Seen you had two actors in your midst. “How is tonight any different?”

“We figured out how to stabilize it,” Viktor explained. 

“I’m surprised to find the professor's assistant mixed up in this,” she murmured to you. 

“No, he’s my new partner,” Talis argued, placing a hand on Viktor’s shoulder. Your stomach tightened. 

“Even if you managed to prove your theory the council would destroy it.” Mel burst their bubble with brutal honesty. 

“Heimerdinger will recognize the potential,” Viktor stated. 

“He already does,” she told him, “it scares him. It scares them all.”

“What about you?” Talis asked, determined. 

“I recognize that any worthwhile venture involves risk…” 

Your head turned a second before theirs, picking up on the whistling and footsteps. The night guard was heading this way. Harold. He was always the noisiest, sweetest thing. The old man refused to retire so they put him up here at the Academy. 

“There’s your risk,” you muttered. 

“Counselor,” hissed Talis, “this technology, it’s real and no matter what happens here it’s going to change our world. We should be the ones to lead it—Piltover, the land of progress, equality, innovation. I know it sounds impossible, but when have we ever let that stop us. Please, just give us a chance!”

You stepped back beside Mel, meeting her eyes. She let the two men sweat a bit as the footsteps grew closer. 

“One night. Gentleman,” she said slowly, turning to leave. “Impress me or I’d suggest you pack your bags.”

As she walked away, you noticed the awed look in Talis’ eyes and nearly groaned. She always had to draw in the big dreamers. 

You threw Viktor a sly smile, handing him the flashlight seeing as that poor pen light wasn’t going to be much help. “Good luck, Goggles.”

You switched it off as he accepted it, fingers brushing as you left them to hide in the darkness. You caught up with your principal just as she was moving around the corner.

“Harold!” she sang, nearly sending the sweet old man into a heart attack. You held back a laugh as Me” moved him back down the hall and away from the chaotic scientists behind you. 

Left to their own devices, Viktor clicked on your flashlight and got back to opening the five-bolt door. As he crouched back down, Jayce took over holding the light for him. 

“So,” he murmured, back to the silence of an empty school, “you and the bodyguard are a thing?”

Viktor nearly dropped the keys. “Excuse me?”

“Goggles?” 

“It is a long story,” he whispered, pushing the door open as the last lock unlatched, “and we are not the ‘thing.’ Now get in.”

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“We’re to return before dawn.”

You turned from toweling your hair to stare down Mel in her bubble bath. She hasn’t bothered to wait until you were done in your own bathroom to fetch you. She wasn’t usually so clingy, but you knew under that cool facade she was nervous of what was to come with the scientists. 

“Why do we have to lose precious sleep over this?” you grumbled, grabbing your toothbrush. 

“You?” she laughed, splashing her water over her knees. “You barely sleep as is.”

“Yeah, well,” you spit the mess of toothpaste and spit from your mouth, “blame your mother for that.”

“I blame her for many things.”

The scars over your body burned, but not from sticky, humid air. You both were quiet for a time. 

“I didn’t expect him to be there.” You turned around, pulling yourself up on the marble counter to look at her. “Viktor, I mean.”

“Guess he saw whatever you did in Talis.”

She puckered her lips at you, arms dropping over the rim of the bathtub as she laid her head on them. “Is that jealousy I hear, darling?”

“Shove it,” you scoffed, moving to do one last check of the place before heading to your room. “Also, he was definitely staring at you as you left.”

“Then you have no reason to worry.”

“Goodnight,” you bit out, shutting the bathroom door on her echoing giggles. 

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When you knock on Mel’s door she’s back in the same clothes she wore hours earlier. It’s an hour to dawn and barely takes three minutes to reach the Academy. You hadn’t slept a wink.

Offering her a coffee, you both finished them before you were out the door. The guards at the gate gave you groggy second glances, but questioned nothing. 

You sensed the alarm in the empty halls, banging thundering through the stairwell as you both took one glance at the other and sped up your pace. 

You held an arm out as you glanced around the dark corner, eyes widening at the new blue-tinted glow that shined from Heimerdinger’s office. 

“You’ve actually done it…” The professor's voice was beyond astonishment. “But just because it can be done, doesn’t mean—will you please stop hovering?!”

“I’m not sure how to do that sir!”

Your mask nearly slipped. It was the first time you’d ever heard Viktor so…gleeful. 

Mel stalked down the hall, eyes bright with purpose. It reminded you of younger days before she slowed her steps, bringing out Counselor Medarda

“This is not what Piltover’s future looks like, my dear boys!”

The click of her heels alerted everyone as she pushed through the guards, the light of the room washing over her form. 

“That’s for the council to decide,” she stated, head turning from side to side as she observed the room. Being right behind her, you allowed awe to slip at the twinkling bits wandering the room and high above were those troublesome scientists. “Perhaps it’s time for the era of magic.”

“Uh, Hextech,” came Jayce Talis, hair sprawling out with the anti-gravity field he was caught up in. “For the era of Hextech.”

Your eyes slid from his to hers, the slender grin on her lips speaking more than praise in his direction. Rolling your eyes, you couldn’t help as they caught on Viktor who looked far too happy to be completely suspended upside down. He kept throwing little objects nearby towards the glistening orb at the center of the room, watching it with interest as it blipped from one side to the other. 

Some round object hovered a bit too close on the opposite side he was facing. You couldn’t help but laugh when it was transported to his side, knocking into his forehead with enough force to make him jump. 

Your voice alerted him, eyes finding yours as you cleared your throat and fixed your metaphorical mask back into place. 

“How long will this last?” asked Mel. 

The young men looked at each other for an answer that neither seemed to have. You eyed the bright orb between them, noticing it was slowly but surely shrinking in size. 

“I suggest you find your way down before you find out,” Heimerdinger called. 

“Right,” Jayce said, waving his arms until he was able to float to the ceiling. He pushed off it, getting about halfway down before gravity seemed to take hold again. He just missed a smaller table in the corner, landing with a painful grunt. 

Heimerdinger tested the space first, his hair seemed to react a bit, but he was able to make his way towards his previously expelled student with ease. You wandered in next, feeling your hair lift from your scalp as the guards were waved away by Mel. She ordered them to fetch the other council members for an emergency meeting in a few hours time. 

“The power source is growing smaller,” you warned Viktor who was still playing around with it near the roof. 

“Yes, without the cranking its energy is used up,” he muttered, more to himself than you as another object flashes through it. It shrunk by at least an inch. “Still such raw power…”

The bits of light hovering around the space were closing in. Your hair returned to its natural state. 

“Uh, Viktor,” Jayce called. 

“How big can the object be?” the man hummed, tossing a book to the orb. You stood below him, eyeing where he’d fall. The dots connected just as the book went through and the blue light went out like a candle flame in the wind. Jayce yelled. 

Your back connected with Heimerdinger’s desk, sending it scraping back in a chorus of something else moving just as gravity claimed Viktor. He knocked the air out of you as he landed on top of you. The ground shook as something else hit the ground nearby. 

You winced as the office lights burst above, taking in a slow, groaning breath. 

“Good heavens,” came Heimerdinger. “Are you three all right?”

Turning your head from the mess of Viktor’s hair in your vision, you saw Jayce lying face down on a tipped over chair with his hand fist glowing. 

“Yeah,” he said into the ground, “just thought I’d catch the crystal before it took out another building.”

“My apologies,” Viktor murmured, expression twisted in discomfort as he pushed himself off your chest. 

“S’fine,” you choked out, still catching your breath. “We’re all victims of physics.”

That broke the tension, or perhaps the adrenaline was still running high amongst the men because they both busted out into hysterics. Well, Jayce did. Viktor just chuckled and focused on getting his entire weight off of you. 

You slowly sat up, rubbing the back of your head where it had clipped the damn desk. 

“Did you hit it?”

You glanced at Viktor, dropping your hand. “I’m good, Goggles. Better than you would’ve been crashing into straight wood.”

“It’s pure oak!” preened Heimerdinger as he scuffled over, tapping the surface. “Very durable.”

“I’ll say,” you grumbled, feeling a headache coming on. 

“You should get that checked. You might have a concussion,” Viktor said, resting his back against the bookshelf behind him. Jayce had finally gotten to his knees, looking a bit bruised as far as his ego went when he glanced at Mel by the door. 

“I’ve seen them take a hammer to the head,” your principal chuckled. “They’ll be fine, I assure you.”

“It’s not bleeding,” Heimerdinger hummed. You balked at him peering around the desk. “How���s your eyesight?”

“Clear,” you said, getting to your feet. “Thank you, professor.”

Viktor remained on the ground. 

“Are you all right?” you asked. “I’m not the softest landing.”

“I’m unharmed,” he answered, nodding behind you. “My cane, however, will need to be replaced.”

You followed his line of sight and frowned at the white stick, cracked in two. 

“I’ll buy you a new one,” Jayce promised as he walked over, offering a hand. 

“I'll see you at the meeting,” Mel announced, eyes piercing the founder of Hextech before moving to his partner’s as he got to his feet. “Both of you.”

You moved the desk back into place, nodding to the professor as he thanked you. 

Hearing your name, you turned as Viktor offered your flashlight. 

“You dropped this,” he murmured, a smile hiding in the corner of his lips. 

“I’m sure it’s broken after that fall,” you said, checking it. The light sputtered before going out. 

“Allow me to fix it, then.”

You blinked at him, smiling at the back and forth before clearing your expression and handing it back. Your fingers brushed. 

“Sure,” you said, following after Mel. “I’ll grab it another time.”

Out in the hall, she smirked at you, unabashed. 

“You couldn’t have had the meeting in the afternoon?” you complained, rubbing your head. 

“I have an appointment at the spa with a friend of mine,” she replied. 

You sighed and kept your mouth shut, leading her out of the building and back home to freshen up again. 

“You know I might need a second opinion when I’m painting you,” she hummed as you both eased into the early light of dawn. “Viktor wouldn’t happen to be a student of the arts as well, would he?”

“You’re lucky I’m the one protecting you and not the one after you,” you growled. 

Back in Heimerdinger’s office, the men were helping clean up the mess they left behind while Heimerdinger lectured them, observing all the while from his chair. 

“Didn’t know you did repair jobs,” muttered Jayce as he shoved a book back into its shelf. 

Below him where Viktor was attempting to put the ‘cranker’ as it were back together, the man rolled his eyes. “I felt I owed it to them seeing as I failed to take care of it.”

“Right, of course.”

Viktor didn’t enjoy the amused silence seeping from his newly acclaimed business partner and slowly tilted his head to glare up at him. “Do you have something else to say?”

“Nope,” answered Jayce, eyebrows bouncing up, “nothing at all, Goggles.”

Viktor sighed. All it took was one day of brain fog and a run-in with you to earn him such a distasteful nickname. At least it taught him to check his goggles were off before leaving the lab from now on.  

“No slacking!” said the professor, swiveling in his chair to shuffle the papers scattered around his desk. “Honestly, I’m not sure how Counselor Medarda’s guard moved this desk. I thought it was bolted to the floor!”

Viktor swallowed as Jayce whistled.