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thal-ent · 8 months ago

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The annoyance

(Kate is @yanasae 's character, a lot more from others are mentionned cw for unknowingly misgenring someone, internalized transphobia, unsafe binding mentionned for like a line, and because I can't stop myself there's background Basgil lol)

It's 2022, and the start of the year was comparable to hell on earth.

Virgil, quite honestly, didn't understand a thing about what happened. The people around him speak a language he doesn't understand, and even the... Help of a man who somehow spoke romanian didn't do much. He's been assigned classes to learn english and japanese, to be able to communicate with others in the school. Some speak romanian like him, but he doesn't approach them. He shouldnt even be here, hundred of thousands of kilometers away from his village, but the letters were very clear about the fact he didn't have a choice.

He tries to remember the faces of the people he'll have to share a year with. The small, angry boy with pinkish hair. The tall... Girl ? With a bag on her head. The guy that tries to avoid attention who he shares his room with. The girl with a fake leg and a cane, like the old hunters from his village, who tried to talk to him before leaving when he didn't respond. The boy with white hair who looks even more lost than Virgil. The girl all in pink that he already can't stand when she talks. Another boy with white hair, one he almost didn't notice until he saw how nobody could touch that boy. The chaotic brown haired girl that kept yelling and had to be stopped by a big guy with blonde hair, both covered in scars.

He didn't remember any of their names. Names weren't exactly his thing. Neither was learning theory, but he knew Marius would want to know, so he sits through words he barely recognize and a translator at the ready. He's not the only one who gets one, the girl with the bag and another with blonde and pink hair get ones as well.

There's also the weather. He refuses to take off the vest of the uniform they make them wear. He considers himself lucky to get pants, and not a skirt that would have been humiliating, but they dont do a lot to hide his silhouette. His coat is hung in the closet they gave them, but he's not allowed to wear it as long as it's still warm. But that's the problem, it's too warm. For the first time in his life, Virgil misses the fresh air of his village, the cold that lingers well into the spring. Here he only has the rain to help, always gone too fast.

He does wear something less covering sometimes. They let the students like him use the sports' equipment, the man with glasses and one blue eye who spoke romanian said but didn't elaborate on. There's always people here, and they stopped trying to talk to him after he stopped paying attention to them. Well, that's not true. He did speak with one of them, a very tall girl without hair. He didn't catch her name, but she pointed the cross on his chest and showed her own. They shared a few words in latin, despite her weird dialect. She didn't talk a lot, and went back to a weird girl with curly brown hair after, but Virgil liked that girl.

But he didn't have time to waste on that. The training was nice, when less people were here and he felt like he could drop the bandages on his chest. He hated their surprised gaze, but ultimately his fell on someone else. He was still a hunter, the "Ultimate vampire hunter" if you believed what that letter said. And he started to suspect a vampire was in the school, hidden in plain sight. A red head, green eyes constantly hidden by glasses. Virgil doesn't know his name, only that he's apparently from the year before him. He's tall, skinny and almost... Pathetic. But something is weird with this boy.

He's been following him, when the annoyance first made herself known.

She was a girl from his class, one of the shorter names. She has ginger and pink hair, but not a pink like the one of the girl with the tablet. A flashier one, and longer hair tied in a way Virgil knows is to avoid it being caught while moving. She's way shorter than him, tries to not look like the kid she obviously is.

She starts speaking, but he doesn't understand. He thinks he recognizes a word or two, but when he tries to walk past her and follow his prey, she puts herself on his path, stopping him. He tries to go to her other side, but she follows, making him loose the boy he was looking at. She pulls out her phone and types on it before showing the screen to him.

"Fight me" is written in romanian, next to what he guesses is probably french or english. He only looks more confused, so she types again. "I want to fight you, I want to know what a "vampire hunter" fights like"

He groans, really not wanting to. She's barely 16, obviously just trying to get a rise out of him. But what does he has to loose ? His prey is far by now, and he knows the look of someone who refuses "no" as an awnser, he was one like her once.

So he follows her, gets the sword she gives him. It's lighter than he's used to, less deadly as well, but he guess that's the point. They're not here to kill each other, they're here to spar. But he was told to always give his all, even against the kids that barely started training. Her stance is firm, she knows what she's doing.

They trade large swipes for a moment, test the waters. He's not used to the weapon, and knows he's less agile than he would, feels the bandages on his chest limit his hair intake. But it's all details, when she looks at him with the determination of someone who has a thing to prouve. She's weird.

It doesn't take very long until he's able to push her and puts his sword on her throat, pinning her hands under his knees. She grimaces, but lets her head fall to the ground with a thud. He goes back up, keeps his eye on her. The crowd that formed around them starts to clap, as if given a good spectacle. She gets back up and goes to her phone, showing it in his face once again.

"why did I loose ?" He makes a face, one he knows she can't read. So she puts the phone in his hand, and he starts to write slowly.

"you dont try to kill." And she doesn't respond, which Virgil takes as a promise to let him get away.

He hopes she wont bother him again.

Of course she kept bothering him.

One loss wasn't enough for Kate, no. She kept pestering Virgil, calling his name and yelling for his attention, even when he was trying to be calm.

It's 2023 now, a full year passed and he's still in this school. He speaks relatively good english now, so they left the phone on the side. Hers is miles better than his, but she corrects his mistakes when they happen, free of jugement. He started to get closer to some people in his class, his dormmate and Mika, notably. He also stopped treating the boy from the year before him like a prey. Turns out, Bastien is way nicer when you speak to him.

Kate tho ? She's unsufferable in a very weird way. She gave him a gift for his birthday, and he still doesn't know how she learned the date it was on. But now, he traded bandages for a binder, and his ribs feel better than they had in years. They still spared a lot, Kate an eternal looser.

She's weird, he thinks. She looks dejected everytime, but keeps coming back for more, especially when he's with someone. She doesn't ask for tips, learns on her own and sees how he steadies himself, how he holds his weapon. She just doesn't get she doesn't have to only use that, for fighting.

She's a self imposed loner, and he can respect that. So he never mentions how she always come find him when they're eating. Once she asked how he got his scars on his eye, and was genuinely surprised when he told her vampires are indeed real, and that he killed more of them than he knew actual humans.

He's surprised when Emerens doesn't joke about him liking Kate or the opposite, but he appreciate it, his relationship to the girl everything but romantic. Instead, the man whines about his own partners while teaching Virgil english when Mika isn't available, and Virgil shuts his mouth by teaching him latin.

He started running with the tall girl who spoke latin, Tomyris. She's nice, they understand each other despite their diverging faiths. He often ends up holding their running partner Subaru on his back for the latter parts of the way, and they always talk. It's nice.

He misses Marius and his parents, but he finds himself not missing his village as much.

It's 2024, and he knows that if she could, Kate would have pushed him into one of the hall's walls by now.

They're friends now, he thinks. She's still annoying in her own way, learned to bite her way through their fights, and that's how they ended up here. Her eyes are full of something akin to fury, making their gray look black. He knows why she's angry, she's the second person to notice it, in Hope's Peak. Or at least to mention it to him. He doesn't wear the jacket anymore, but still wears the long sleeved shirt of the uniform, white on white.

She tried to bite his arm but only found solid, cold silicone instead of the meat of flesh and blood.

"What the fuck happened."

"I'm a hunter, Kate, it comes with risks." he said the same to Bastien, to his shocked horror. He told him it was a necessary sacrifice and he'll say the same to Kate.

"You lost your fucking arm ! That's not a fucking "risk" !" he knows she wants to say other swears than "fucking", but she speaks in english out of respect for him and her vocabulary is limited in that language.

"But i'm alive, so it was a good one."

She looks at him with wild eyes, and he doesn't know if she's about to punch his face or headbutt it. He braces himself for it anyway, but she just lets go of his shirt.

"That better be the last of your "sacrifices". That's..." her voice trembles, and he puts his flesh hand on her head, pats it in a weird show of affection they never shared.

"I'll try." he said the same to Marius, when he woke up. She's not his brother, nor his sister, but he doesn't like seeing her annoyed by something that is not a petty lost game.

#thal talk #thal'imagination #lpm #sds #pdg #Funfact : Kate doesn't know Virgil looses an arm in canon :D She ends up in a Killing game before lol #they're weirdly friends and respect each other a lot #And I can't wait to write both of their fates :D Lol #thal writes #also to be clear : neither Kate or virgil ever had a crush on the other Virgil is just used to emerens' 'serial shipper' reputation lol #and he doesn't yet realize he's in love with a boy but that's for later

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gaiathemexicanbeauty · 2 years ago

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puppy love | tanjirou x male! reader

word count: 1.1k

just a completely unexpected tanjirou crush headcanon list! :D

warnings: none! pure fluff :3 (i refuse to make anything remotely sad (unless asked) (then i'll do it) (unwillingy))

tanjirou is a minor so please do not comment weird stuff under this!

i wasn't gonna write this and just ramble all this to a friend but i was like "why am i gonna torture them" /lh i love you damien

anyways i am only on s1 e15 so this might not be canon compliant to the manga or to swordsmith village or to season 2 and happens before all of that sadness

but anywho, please enjoy this and happy reading! :D all of this was very rushed bc of how fast i wanted to write this so sorry if its bad lol

don't forget to check out my ask box! <3 ask box rules are in my pinned post! requests are slow right now but i am more than happy to just chat!

tanjiro is obviously a really determined kid, nothing really gets in the way of his journey or protecting his friends and nezuko

but i like to think that he has plenty of lovey dovey fantasies, sleeping beauty and cinderella type of thing where he thinks everyone is destined for love and that if you wish for it enough, it will come to you

but he can also be very oblivious so as much as he believes in soulmates, you would have to slap him across the face (though why would you do that?) for him to realize he was looking at the future love of his life

he's still a kid so the idea of love is very innocent to him and thats why i love him <3 but he can't really tell anyone about all of his daydreaming because zenitsu would give him a hard time and inosuke would laugh in his face

but tanjirou most definitely can't stop for too long in the places where he's assigned missions in (he wants to explore, he's naturally curious like that!) so in turn, he doesn't really have the time to fall in love or even have a crush

maybe one day he stops in a city or town, there's a festival going on and he's trying to get past all the crowds of people to get out of the city and get to his next mission

and maybe it's the cliche of you running away from someone (probably a bully) and you run into tanjirou and immediately scramble to hide behind him and beg him to help you, you'll do anything!

so now he has no choice but to give you a hand (he'd think about it for days if he didn't) and once he convinces the person to leave, you're on your hands and knees thanking him as he tries to reassure that it was his pleasure

"let me buy you a meal! it's the least i can do!" you say with a grateful smile; you don't give tanjiro time to respond as you take his hand and lead him to some food stands just a few feet away

from there, you treat tanjirou to more than just a meal, but snacks and even some local activities (im not japanese guys but i know there are plenty of super fun stuff to do)

once you actually look at him, you feel grateful that you stopped him when you did: his kind smile had you pleasantly staring at him, the way he would fluster so easily when you would compliment him, and just how overall nice he was for seemingly no reason

by the time you knew it, the streets were becoming quieter and less crowded and the night was cooling down but neither you or tanjirou had tried to stop talking

"oh, are you cold? here, you can take my haori." tanjirou says with a smile; how he had noticed the way you rubbed your hands over your arms made you flush a bit and even more so when he places the haori over your shoulders

it was warm with a soft scent you couldn't recognize on it but it wasn't necessarily unwelcome. a smile stretches onto your face before you look up at him; "aren't I supposed to be treating YOU? you must be hard to date, tanjirou." you tease, wrapping the haori over yourself a bit more as you nudge his arm

"ah, i couldn't let you spoil me like that, that would be selfish of me. i'm just as happy seeing you comfortable." he says with what you were learning was a signature smile

at that, you stop walking as a small laugh bubbles out of you which in turn makes tanjirou stop, a confused smile on his face as he looks at you; "what's so funny? did i say something?" he says as you start to step toward him

"nothing. you're just unreal, tanjirou. just perfect." you say, biting your lip to hide the growing smile on your face when you see a slight red on his cheeks now

of course, he immediately turns away and offers to walk you home, making up the excuse that he had somewhere to be the next morning; "not that i don't want to hang out, but it's pretty late! i don't think we should be out for much longer." tanjirou says when you tease him about wanting to get rid of you

once at your door, tanjirou bids you a good night but doesn't ask for his haori or move away: just stands there and looks around as you shift on your feet

"is the haori keeping you warm? it always helps me." "yes, thank you."

silence again until tanjirou clears his throat, the way red starts crawling up his neck making you tilt your head with a smile on your face

"if you're going to ask for my hand in marriage, tanjirou kamado, the answer is we are teenagers." you say, laughing when tanjirou's face turns a bright red before he starts to ramble about how those weren't his intentions

you finally get him to calm down, hand touching his arm as you squeeze it; tanjirou stands a little bit straigher when you do that, averting his eyes to the ground and mumbling an apology for losing his temper

"i need to go. but come and find me if you pass through here again. i'd be more than happy to treat you again." you say, earning a smile from tanjirou before, all in one motion, you take a step forward and kiss him on the cheek, disappearing into your home

tanjirou stands in shock with his hands hanging uselessly in the air before he realizes: he never got his haori back. he'd have to come back tomorrow. and get it. and see you.

mumbling to himself, he walks away from where you had just left him, cupping his cheek as a gentle smile starts to grow on his face

alerted by the noise and movement (and the fact that it was very late at night), nezuko pokes her head out of her box and looks to her brother who perks up at his sister's presence

"sorry about all the noise! we'll go somewhere quieter soon." tanjirou says, smiling at his sister before he stops to let her leave the box

she looks towards the spot where she had felt the presence of another person before looking at tanjirou, pointing towards the house; her brother's face flushes a bit as he looks everywhere but at her, waving her off with a nervous smile

"ah, i just...made a friend is all, don't worry about it! we should go now!" tanjirou says with a smile on his face as he takes nezuko's hand and starts to lead her away, already planning the next day with you; and totally only to get his haori back

（<｀▽´）―━━☆⌒*. bang, bang, thats the end!

so can you guess who my favorite demon slayer character is other than rengoku and mitsuri

in all seriousness, i love this show so far, such a good story and super cute characters (except for muzan, i hate that guy but i want him so bad) but i have yet to read the manga so bear with me here!

but for now, thanks for reading and to anyone who is starting spring break soon, have a safe and fun week of break, you deserve it! :D and to everyone else, good morning, good afternoon, or good night! <33

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demonslayer #kimetsunoyaiba #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #tanjirou x reader #tanjirou kamado x reader #demon slayer tanjirou #kimetsu no yaiba tanjirou #demon slayer tanjirou x reader

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kissesinelevators · 1 year ago

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After Dark Pt. 3

Synopsis: What do you do when there’s a man with fangs lurking in the shadows, swearing he can keep you safe but ever since he’s popped up in your life things just get worse? Change is weird and very permanent.

Word Count: 13,596

Genre and Warnings: Romance, Angst, Smut (eventually), Obsession, Violence, Stalking, Slow Burn (kind of)

18+ Pt. 1 - 2

The next morning you had gotten up a bit earlier than usual and were arranging and steaming and ironing clothes as they were being put into the wraps of the plastic with their assigned numbers when you heard a door open and then shut. Fear filled you up, numbing your arms and leaving you lightweight as your breath was caught in your throat while your usual morning playlist filled the background as you tried to strain your ears to hear better.

Your mind kept going back to Miguel. You didn’t really know the guy but he was sweet. And quiet. That wasn’t very common for men at least in your experience. But Spider-Man was, well he was actually very kind. And he stood up for you. Also, something that wasn’t very common for men to do at least in your experience. You feel yourself fade into thought as unbeknownst to you, Miguel was opening the back door. He had a slight limp as he walked into the loud sounds of machines working and the soft feminine voice that was singing from a tiny speaker.

“Hey,” he said softly as he saw your eyes meet his, he leaned back into a machine. You were standing in the middle of the floor, wearing some pink velour sweats and a tank top. He also saw that you were barefooted, your toenails painted a bubble gum pink colour. He thought to himself cute.

“Hey,” you looked up at him with a smile. A flash of surprise came across his face. He hadn’t seen you smile, well smile at him really ever. It was nice.

“How are you?” He murmurs, still a bit surprised as he gets closer to you. You sigh and look around.

“I’m mean, I’m good. Oh,” you suddenly frown, your eyes now on his limp. “What’s wrong? Why are you limping?”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m just old. I probably pulled a muscle or something.” He hadn’t, he got gotten stabbed in the thigh last night trying to tell the mafia boss who had territory where. You didn’t know, much less were you ever going to find out. But for now, he was stitched up and triple bandaged.

“You’re not that old. Maybe it’s best if you just go home and rest. Today shouldn’t be so bad.” Miguel shakes his head.

“No, I’m here for a reason. I’m not going to go anywhere. Please, (Y/N).” He looks at you with pleading eyes. His eyes were a soft shade of brown. He had such beautiful eyes. Had that always been the case?

“Okay.” You breathe out, his eyes still catching yours and locking them in place. He gets closer, looking down at you, and goes to place his hand on your chin but stops himself before he does. This was a mistake. He had let himself get involved with someone who really didn’t matter. Even Lyla had told him. Nothing in this universe mattered. It was always going to be the same. And that meant you. You were always going to be this little storekeeper who faded in the background. So why was he here?

He curls his fingers into his palm, bringing his hand down to his side. Your eyes never leave his as your breath hitches in your throat.

“How’s your head?” Miguel finally says, breaking the spell. You look away, blinking. What had just happened?

“Um, it’s good. It’s like nothing happened honestly.” Your hand automatically goes to your head to touch the bandages still there.

“That’s great to hear.” He murmurs as he steps away from you, turning to check on the machines.

The rest of the day goes by normally, a bit slow and mundane. Miguel doesn’t really talk to you or look at you. But his hands keep making their way onto your waist.

Closing time comes and he places a big calloused hand on the small of your back, dipping his head down to speak lowly into your ear.

“Where are the keys to close? I Can do it tonight, you go get ready for bed.” He says gently to you. Blush creeps up your cheeks as you fumble the keys out of your pink apron. His other hand takes the keys from your nimble fingers and he pulls away from you, making his way to lock the door. You make your way to the back of the store, your feet leading you to your room. Since when were you obedient to anyone?

You mindlessly open the door and get inside, leaving the door open just in case Miguel needs you. Technically before closing you always prepared everything for the next day and got through things but Miguel’s demeanour was off. It wasn’t like he was a talkative guy before, if anything it was the opposite but he was limping, careful with corners, more silent than before, and avoiding your eyes. And if you both caught each other staring at the other, his eyes seemed angry and sad at the same thing which was strange. You really liked him, like a lot despite barely knowing him.

You start to take off your clothes, going to your hangers and changing into a man’s XXI shirt that is big on you, and sit down on your bed. You look at the open doorway, trying to hear Miguel. You didn’t hear keys jingling, footsteps, or doors shutting, it was silent. Silence wasn’t common in New York.

“Miguel?” No response. “Miguel?” You ask a little louder.

“Sorry, (Y/N), I’ll be here.” Miguel’s voice calls back, sounding a bit distant as if he were still closer to the front of the store rather than at the back where you were.

“Okay.” You say softly as you start to bring your knees into your chest and hug them. Your socked feet flat on the bed.

After some time Miguel appears in your doorway. You smile up at him through the darkness of your room, the amber light of the store pouring in from around Miguel’s massive body, giving him almost a halo around his whole self.

“I locked up and got things ready for tomorrow.” He says quickly. You smile at him.

“I’m going to close tomorrow.” Miguel narrows his eyes to your response which makes you laugh. “What? I basically got shot and I have a head injury. I’m allowed to take a day off, don’t you think?” You ask him as you pat the empty space next to you on the foot of the mattress. He looks at the bed and then back at you.

“Can I be honest with you?” He asks you as he steps in, taking a moment before he closes the door of your room behind him, closing himself inside with you. He stays there, back on the door trying to calm himself down. He was nervous. He, Spider-Man, was nervous.

“Sure, what’s up?” You ask him as you scoot over on the bed to give him more space. Miguel takes a step to get closer but stops.

“You can’t be here alone anymore, especially at night.” He says. You start to get up, the shirt falling past your thighs. He keeps his eyes trained on your face. “Things have gotten worse here.” He breathes out as you step closer to him. It’s like a trance has fallen around you two in your dark pink room. He can make out the ghostly shape of your face as you get closer. Why was he nervous? He’s Spider-Man, and he faces death every single day, why would you, someone insignificant, make him feel nervous?

“I’ll be okay, Miguel.” You say to him as you now stand 6 inches away, looking up at him. It was very dark in your room, you wish you had turned on at least the fairy lights.

“No, I think it’s best if I stay here with you.”

“Are you homeless?” The question catches Miguel off guard who then chokes on his spit. A fit of coughing breaks the trance in the room, making him hunch forward, hitting his chest and coughing into the crook of his arm. You step back, watching this big tall man fighting for his life from simply coughing.

“N-no!” Miguel manages to spit out as you go to turn on some of your lights to better illuminate the room, finally able to see his face. His red face.

“Do you want water?” You ask him calmly as you reach for a half-filled water bottle you had left on your bed from the night before. Miguel is still coughing but nods his head. You take the water bottle to him and to your shock, he rips it out of your hand and immediately starts to drink the contents after basically ripping off the cap.

What a way to kill the mood.

“No,” Miguel finally growled in response to my question as he tried to clear his throat after almost dying. “I have a home.” He says almost offended. You shrug.

“Oh okay, I was just wondering since you told me that you were going to stay here with me. Why can’t I go with you instead?” He looked at you with narrowed eyes. He and his bestie Spider-Man did that a lot. Were they related? It would explain the body build and the height.

“My home isn’t as pretty as you and I live some ways away from here. It would take us a while to get to your shop.” You nod at his response. He lets out a stray cough, fully clearing his throat now.

“Okay, so where are you planning on staying? In my room? You? Hyper masculine big tall man staying in my hyper feminine pink room? Actually, I love the contrast!” You excitedly say as you go to grab him by his rather large bicep and pull him towards your bed.

“What are you doing?” He asks you cautiously as you kneel down on the bed, facing him and pulling him down. He lets out a deep groan of pain from his thigh injury as you pull him down onto the bed. “Careful with me, pretty girl.” He chastises you. Your heart skips a beat to the nickname thinking back to Spider-Man.

“I am careful.” You pout as you pull him fully onto the mattress. He’s quite big, taking up more than two-thirds of the bed. “Come.” You sit up and lean your back into the wall, your bottom on the pink Lacey pillows. He is still wincing a bit as he goes to properly sit down on your bed.

“Am I supposed to sleep here with you in bed?” He asks amused. You nod as you bite your lower lip. “Yeah?” His voice drops down to a lower octave, the poorly lit room casting a shadow over your face as he dips down to get closer to you, encasing your hips between his legs. “And how is that supposed to work when you have a head injury and I pulled a muscle? Huh?” His voice is now a whisper as he pulls himself uncomfortably from the pain up a bit on you. You giggle.

“You know, this is the most action I’ve gotten from a man in like 10 years. Especially since taking over the shop.” Your hand makes its way to his hair, brushing it back. It was beautiful how dark it was.

“Mm,” Miguel presses his face into the side of the bed next to your left hip, breathing with his mouth open. “I don’t know if I should feel honored or pity for you.” You smack him on the head causing him to laugh against the pink sheets. “Hey!”

“Hey, you! That was rude!” You laugh as you continue to play with his silky hair. “You come into my shop, into my home, into my bed just to say you pity me! Sooo rude, Miguel!” You joke with him as he laughs.

The night goes as follows, with little to no sleep of Miguel lying between your legs, resting his head onto your stomach as you sit up against the wall with your hands massaging his scalp as you two talk the night away. You find yourself falling in love with Miguel. He had a child who unfortunately had passed away. From cancer he said, but the way he said made it feel like he was referring to himself as the cancer which was strange to you. He talked to you about how his parents were, his younger brother Gabriel, how he had been a horrible person in his early 20s which you didn’t judge him for because as someone close to their mid-20s, you felt like you were also a horrible person trying to figure out how to be a good person. That night things changed for both of you. You also opened up to him, even crying at some point where he sat up and engulfed you into his arms like a child and held you there without a word as he let you sob. Miguel was attentive and sweet. Maybe Spider-Man had finally saved you in every way he could by giving you this man who wasn’t as quiet as you had previously thought. But it didn’t matter, he cared for you. A lot. And you cared for him too. A lot.

The next morning you wake up to the horrible sounds of your alarm going off. You go to lock your phone and the sounds stop. Silence, just like last night. You sit up, looking around with your eyes still slightly closed heavy due to sleep. Wasn’t Miguel with you last night? A notification comes onto your phone, making you angry as you go to lock it again to quiet it.

“Miguel?” You ask as you rub your eyes to help erase the sleep from them. No response. Maybe he had gone to get breakfast again.

You finally get up from bed after 10 minutes of mentally fighting with yourself over going back to sleep or waking up and enjoying your day off. Things progress slowly as the day crawls on. You go back to your regular routine of starting the machines, checking on everything, washing, and hanging and drying, the speaker playing as loud as its little body permits it. You had fallen asleep at 4 am with Miguel last night but he made no indication that he was going to be gone.

2 p.m. rolls by and you’re sitting on your bed, watching TV when you get another notification.

“Spider-Man gone?” Is the headline of the notification that the news app sends you. Gone? You click the header and get taken to an article. Apparently, Spider-Man hadn’t shown up for 2 days now. Reports showed that he had disappeared after a little kid last saw him picking up breakfast and the cops saw him that same morning catching some perp. But that was the last time. You frown at the news.

You finally throw on some leggings and a shirt, put on some shoes, and decide to step outside. Your keys are in your hand along with your phone as you walk toward the front of your store. There was a letter on the counter addressed to you.

“Oh.” You open the letter, confused. It was a letter addressed to you by Miguel, well the letter was too nice to put it.

“(Y/N), I'm going to be out of town for two days. I’ll see you soon- Miguel.” You groan, upset, and throw the note back on the counter along with the envelope. Miguel was gone.

#miguel o’hara x reader #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel o’hara x you #spiderman 2099 x y/n #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o'hara #spider man 2099

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tmbatcat · 1 year ago

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i can only explain this interaction that i had the other day thru disco elysium dialog

(btw, never written in my life. only experience is the 8-12th grade assignments and reading AO3. hope it's readable [: also had to translate from other languages so it may sound a bit weird)

YOU - You are standing in a dimly lit office decorated with maybe too much personal touch waiting to know if you could go home a little early. The boss is asking which days everyone is available on, you were the first one to answer. Now you don't have anything to do except wait until everyone is done.

DAY DREAM - Good time to think over what we will do home. Let's play that new game that just cam-

YOU - You are swiftly pulled out of your zone out session by a girl next to you.

DOUBT - You always forget her name...

KNOW-HOW [ Medium - Failed ] - Ah, eh... It starts with a Z... I think

DOUBT - Like usual.

Z-SOMETHING - She is gesturing towards you with a pack of gum in her hand.

KNOW-HOW [ Trivial - Success ] - She is asking you if you want gum. I know that alright.

CHASE - Uuuu , I love gum :)

MECHANICAL HEART - It's not that you don't want gum, but it may be seen as a little unpolite to chew gum while your boss is talking to you, even though you are not paying attention.

YOU - You push her hand away. You don't need it.

Z-SOMETHING - She pushes your hand away and gives you a look that silently says "Are you sure you don't want one?"

CHASE - Aaah!! Dude, she is asking for it. JUST TAKE ONE!

YOU - You can't resist, you take one. By accident you make a happy sound. It's just a thing that you do when you are very excited. Maybe an autistic trait.

Z-SOMETHING - She seems to notice your excitement and gestures again to the pack of gum.

KNOW-HOW - She wants to give you the full pack.

CHASE - Oh my, all of it? For lil ol' me?

YOU - "You sure?"

Z-SOMETHING - "Ya, all yours."

YOU - *You take the pack of gum*

MECHANICAL HEART [ Medium - Failed ]- Oh, this is a good time to make a joke. That's what people do!

CHASE - Say "Thanks, I'm gonna put like 4 in my mouth and choke on them!" It's the truth.

DOUBT - Very bad idea. It's not even a joke. Don't say something self depricating at someone that you barely know. This is the third time that you even saw each other.

YOU - Kinda late, it already left your mouth.

Z-SOMETHING - The smile she gave when you took the pack of gum washes off her face. She looks like she saw a ghost.

DOUBT - What did I tell you, she did not take it good in any way. She took it completely seriously.

Z-SOMETHING - She raises her hand to try to snach the gum packet out of your hand.

MECHANICAL HEART - Play it as joke, run to the other side of the room. Maybe she will see how unserios you really are.

YOU - You walts over to the other corner of the room while smiling and almost giggling. Now everyone is noticing the terrified expression she has.

THE GROUP - "What is going on?" one of them says.

Z-SOMETHING - She starts talking before you can. "She said she wants to put a ton of gum in her mouth and choke and die!" she seems noticeably less terrified now that she took it off her chest.

SENSOR - They all stopped talking. All atention is on you. So much pressure.

DOUBT - Do something, explain yourself!

YOU - "I was just joking."

KNOW-HOW [ Trivial - Success ]- "I do like to chew 3 at once, I choked once."

DOUBT - WHY DID YOU SAY THAAAAT?.!!,?!? YOU DON'T HAVE TO SAY EVERYTHING THAT COMES INTO YOUR MIND!! Don't you have any self-control??!

YOU - "Don't worry, I choked only once and I'm still a-ok."

DOUBT - Good try, all they heard was "choked".

SIDE MANAGER, ELA - The side manager, Ela, stand up and holds her hand open towards you "Give me the gum. You are not allowed to have it anymore."

MECHANICAL HEART - She always parented you, because she cares.

DOUBT - Or she thinks you are incapable. She thinks that if she left you alone for a second she will find you dead in a corner choking on gum and it's all going to be her fault. She also doesn't want a lawsuit on her hands.

SIDE MANAGER, ELA - You hand it over, she gives it back to Z-something.

Z-SOMETHING - She seams kinda relieved that the gum pack is back in her hand, but now she understands that you were trying to make a joke and she took it a bit far by almost screaming.

"You can have it back-"

SIDE MANAGER, ELA - "Nope, not letting you do that."

YOU - You gesture to her that you don't need the gum, to let go of the idea. That's not what's important.

THE GROUP - They start talking over each other, some of them going back to their previous conversation, and some trying to make sense of your "joke".

THE BOSS - She basically glides from behind you and puts a hand on your shoulder and starts walking out the door, practically forceing you to walk with her.

"Ignore them... "

MECHANICAL HEART [ Challenging - Failed ] - Wow, she is so nice. She even gloosed over what you said.

DOUBT - I think she just didn't understand what's going on... You know she doesn't understand other languages well, and everything you said was in English.

FLARE - Just accept the escape she so kindly gave you.

YOU - You do just that and walk down the stairs together to the main entrance, where everybodys outside shoes sit.

FLARE - Change as fast as possible. You don't want anymore interactions for today, you are all spent. You don't want me talking for you, don't we?

YOU - You start changing your shoes to leave while everybody left upstairs starts trickeling down the staircase.

Z-something shows up after a few people have already come down. The people changing next to you are ignoring you, they almost forget the whole interaction that happened upstairs.

DOUBT - They will never forget this.

WILLPOWER - They probably just want to go home just as bad as you after a long day.

Z-SOMETHING - "So, do you want the gum pack, or-?" she trails off. She seems a little nervous.

MECHANICAL HEART - Normally, she is super confident, at a point that you are anxious around her. Now, she feels a little sorry for going overboard.

DAY DREAM - You don't want Ela to find out. She wouldn't do anythig to you, but she would eat Z-something alive.

YOU - "Nah, I don't need it."

MECHANICAL HEART [ Medium - Failed ] - NOW, this is a good time to make a joke!

DOUBT - NO, not again!

KNOW-HOW - Please say "Don't worry, I have depression. I say stuff like that all the time." It's the truth and it will also be very funny.

YOU - And you say exactly that.

Z-SOMETHING - She chuckles out of nowhere, then a small pause, the she burst out into laughter.

MECHANICAL HEART - Conversation won!

DOUBT - Wow, better then I expect it.

WILLPOWER - Second time's the charm.

KNOW-HOW - Look, I'm so good at jokes! She literally had to process what you said twice.

CHASE - You fell like you could make anybody laugh, you are just that powerful!

YOU - You say bye to everyone before you go home. Kinda happy, mostly tired.

SENSOR - So tired.

WILLPOWER - Another day concured!

#disco elysium #text #disco elysium dialog #literally what happened #funny from my pov

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squirmydonnie · 1 year ago

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CW/TW: academics

Yesterday I did bad on my test. I got an 51, but because some of the questions were faulty everyone had an added 6 points.

The girl I comforted once, who made an effort to not include me in a conversation because it was "an A-B conversation", started crying in class.

They normally get 100s on every assignment, and only sometimes slightly lower. I wanted to go up to them and check on them, but I had just checked on someone else just before walking into class. I felt bad because I had tried this once before. But I felt like I couldn't find a good time to give them a tissue. I also felt like I had gotten too nervous already and probably sweated all over it, so I didn't give it to them.

They get very upset when they can't get something quickly. When she was staring at me so angry I had gotten scared, but I understood why she was upset. When getting help it probably felt like she was getting talked down to. Plus something with their blood sugar because they have diabetes.

So when I came up to help them that one time I thought it was fine. Until I realized today, they were probably weirded out by me coming up to them. And maybe I make them uncomfortable.

People say not to worry about others perceptions of you, but I can't.

I think these people see me as someone who's allowed to get poor grades. It's not their fault of they think that way, but I do try.

I used to be like them. I mean I wouldn't cry if I got lower then a B, but I get why they do. There's probably consequences they have to deal with and some kind of status they have to uphold.

And maybe I'm lucky I started failing at that status as soon as 6th grade. Maybe it's good. But its still uncomfortable.

This mindset makes me sick. That you are failure fo to grades, that your no longer intelligent because you didn't do as well on a test. And they way it can make you see others as well. In the GT classes people will call each other stupid a lot, and makes a whole bunch of unnecessary remarks. It gets tiring to hear everyday.

I get very upset with myself for ever thinking I am stupid. For ever thinking was dumb. Because that's wrong. I felt like worthless person.

I now know that I have these setbacks, that make it extremely difficult for me to keep up with these kinds of classes. I refuse to call them GT classes.

I hate the rift its created between students. It should have always been called advanced classes instead. If it's called "Gifted and Talented" you come across the problem of trying to explain that it doesn't mean that are or aren't gifted or talented and that its intelligence. Why would they make it this way? I almost feel like they wanted the rift, like they just wanted to make people feel bad.

Why are advanced classes basically just the regular classes sped up and with less instructions? Being in these classes would have been fine if it wasn't so shit.

I have adhd. I cannot do this sped up. I have autism. I can't do it with less instruction. Do not tell me to sit down and try to figure it out first. I will figure it out either when class is almost over or will get it done a month from now.

If I had advanced classes my way there wouldn't be any of this bullshit.

There would be accelerated classes which are faster for those who need work to be done that way. People who do the work quickly don't always comprehend it.

And also classes with more advanced content but at the regular pace.

I'm really just spit balling. I have no clue about whether or not this would be good, but I know what isn't. I know what hurts all factions of students in the schools.

General bad decision making.

Stop with these stupid names. Like when do you stop and think about whether what your labeling makes any sense.

I have beating myself up for years, for being a person who let academics rule my life. But I shouldn't. I don't know how to stop. It doesn't matter that I don't do it as much anymore.

I'm still left behind. Everyone's finishing their test an I'm still in class for another 40 minutes.

Everyone's working on assignment and I'm working on one from a month ago.

This would make anyone feel stupid or unworthy.

Knowing I'm not either of those only helps but so much when people in the class get upset with there 90s or 70s. And I'm in the back with my 20s, 40s, and 50s, and 60s.

I understand why your hurt. But when you say how bad your grade is, and it's an 80, don't ask why I'm looking at you weird.

What do you want me to say. Aw that sucks!

I guess it does. I'm not mad at you for feeling that way, but at the same time I'm not happy. I'm not happy the schools made you believe in bad grades.

It makes me sick to see you cry, even if your offput by me. You don't deserve that.

#cheeseburgerboy #what do want me to do?. i don't care.#i don't care about any of this anymore. all i see is that will work out in the end. in a way. im not all that concerned #i don't have a low grade yet suprisingly. overall its still 80s and 90s. but thats my overall grade. its the accommodations.#my overall grade doesn't reflected how much i haven't done.. i don't want my parents to find out how bad i am at this #i haven't even started most test. im running out of time 🙁💧

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secretsideofbree · 1 month ago

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A lovely happy new years post on tumblr because I say so! If you read the last one, thank you for letting me yap, also that was to someone completely different but I hope it entertained you. LETS GET ON WITH THE SHOW SHALL WE!

Through this year, I went through so many changes. So did my hair. Purple, to pink, magenta, blue, red, teal, then back to red. It was a roller coaster guys.

What did change was my celebrity crushes. I still have a thing for Benjamin Wadsworth, I’ve had a crush on him for six years I think now? Maybe five. I forgot. But I had started Outer Banks this year, now Drew Starkey and Rudy Pankow have entered the chat.

For the people who dealt with my Drew Starkey obsession, it will get worse!

And besides that, I got into the X-Men universe, I started the comics, I’m almost through all the movies. All I have is Apocalypse, Dark Phoenix, The Wolverine and Logan.

I am not excited for Logan, but overall, it makes me happy.

I have no friends that like it sadly, I have to rant to my mom who knows nothing about it. So right now Im just acting crazy and talking to myself!

I feel like my friends think im weird enough, that’s why I don’t talk about any of that to them. Lucky them.

Anywhozel. I now have a crush on Hugh Jackman. And Ryan Reynolds. Life has been weird.

Moving onto the better parts of my life or this year. I met two of the most amazing girls. I could @ them but, they’re just going to have to find me 😜 (I know they’re reading this.)

My best friend Elena as she goes by on this platform has been a huge part of my life. Going through Summer school with me, understanding my episodes and feelings, and just being there. She makes me laugh. There were times where I was actually going to jump chat. But she always messages me at the right times making me feel okay again. She is 100% the auntie to my kids. The bridesmaid at my wedding and my wife if we don’t get married by 40! She started off as someone I thought was going to stop talking to me in a week and became the person I talk to 24/7. She’s my best friend. She makes me happy. She’s the one who is going to travel with me and eat foods all around the world with. She is the one I call if someone hurt me. She is the one. We’re going to get drunk together, high together, and be happy together. My mom always told me to pick a best friend with a beautiful soul or one with a good heart. I didn’t listen and chose both. She makes me happy. I can’t say that enough. She’s everything I want in a best friend. She’s beautiful too. Her smile means everything to me. Her eyes too. Her laugh always makes me happy. Makes me laugh too. I love you so much, and I hope this year gets us laid. No, seriously, I hope this year brings us happiness and less homework assignments.

Next to the person that saw me in a different light since last summer. You know who you are, I don’t want to @ you because I’m quite frankly scared you hate me right now. Anywhozel. I’m sorry I haven’t been responding. I had gained a fear of you hating me, which is kind of ironic. I feel like I’m too much for you, that my episodes will make you hate me. I’m hard to love. I’ve lost so much in my life, and for once I had something good and I ruined it. But this is to you babe, I miss you and I’m deeply sorry. You make me happy everyday. My parents love you, my brother especially. You made this December a little more bearable. Life sucks right now I know it does, but I want to try and make it easier for you. I want to help you breathe and take a break from everything. You deserve nothing but happiness in every lifetime and more importantly a break. You are so loved by me and everyone around you. It baffles me that some people don’t like you. Because you’re one of the most coolest, sweetest, and most beautiful person I know. Your eyes are so pretty. Your smile gives me heart a heart attack. Your face just lights up my day. And do not get me started on your music taste. You are literally the coolest person I know. Your CDs are amazing. It stuns me each time you show me. I’m so interested in learning about you and hopefully you letting me be in your life. I love you and I miss you.

For the people who will not see this because they don’t follow me. I love you too. You guys are pretty nice.

But thanks for sticking around. I’m not an easy person at all. My episodes, my issues, and just my personality, it’s a lot. But I owe a lot to you guys for being with me and suffering with me. Thank you all so much.

I BETTER SEE YOU NEXT YEAR

#breetalks

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percysbluelemonade · 4 months ago

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Welcome to my life. I struggle with ADHD and anxiety everyday, so here are some shit I came up with to cope

Brain dump - find a small notepad and carry it around. Write down EVERY SINGLE THOUGHT you have that is not related to the thing you're currently doing. Grocery lists. Your favourite artist's pet's name that you just recollected. Weird thought (E.g. I couldn't stop my brain from iterating the word 'bread' since morning so I drew a little slice of bread with hands and legs). EVERY UNRELATED THOUGHT I'M TELLING YOU. Now you might think that spending so much time writing down shit is just gonna make you less productive, but here's the catch - us ADHD people dread the tasks that take up too much time, esp when you do it because you 'have to'. So, not only does this help you remember the things you need to remember since you're noting everything down, but also, after a while, your brain would want to ultimately focus on the task at hand because interrupting yourself physically to brain dump is 'too much work'. Plus, if you go the extra mile and analyse your dumps every week, you'll probably find out the things that frequently tick you off

Buffer space - idk if that's what you actually call this, but what I do is I try to underestimate my time management abilities while I make my schedules or plans. Exams in a week? I can probably do 3 chapters in a day, right? WRONG. 2 CHAPTERS A DAY AND THAT'S IT. My favourite part about this is you can almost entirely get rid of the "oh shit why did I procrastinate" dread. You finish more than what you assigned for the day, making you feel accomplished and even if you stayed within this underestimated limit, you still ticked off all the boxes on your to do list. And you get to do whatever you want with the extra time, aka buffer space. Get more stuff done today so you can get a full day off tomorrow, or just chill. If you'd normally done things, not only will you be overwhelmed, but also feel bad about yourself. The best part about this is that you do not need a reward for everything you do per se, because accomplishing something, in itself, is a huge feat.

Music - If the task requires you to accept input and process (like studying), put up instrumentals. If it's a chore or just a daunting task in general (like doing your laundry), put on your fav music. I often find myself wanting to work just so that I can enjoy the music a little longer. LIFESAVER.

I'll keep reblogging this whenever I remember more tips ^^

BROOOO I HATE MY ADHD CAUSE I HAVE SHIT OBJECT PERMANENCE I KEEP FORGETTING ABOUT ASSIGNMENTS I HAVE FOR CLASS CAUSE THE MOMENT I LITERALLY LEAVE THE ROOM IT’S GONE AND THEN WHEN I DO REMEMBER THEM THE ASSIGNMENTS ARE LOCKED AND I’M TOO ANXIOUS TO TALK TO MY TEACHERS CAUSE I DON’T HAVE ANY DIAGNOSES CAUSE MY MOM DOESN’T BELIEVE IN MODERN MEDICINE AND I’M TOO POOR TO MOVE OUT

#adhd #anxiety #productivity #tips #focus #studying

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utilitycaster · 2 years ago

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Wizard Breakdown Tracker: Mighty Nein Reunited, Part 1

GUESS WHO'S BACK

BACK AGAIN

SOUP WIZARDS

TELL YOUR FRIENDS

Hello and welcome to the return of the Wizard Breakdown Tracker, a late Campaign 2 feature that I realized just now I should have also done for EXU Calamity, but also good news, it's all, eventually, 10/10, pretty much all the wizards die except for possibly Volucia who noped the fuck out to Cael Morrow, and Maya Agrupnin who was Assigned Wizard By Patia. There. EXU Calamity Wizard Breakdown Tracker.

Every D&D game is better with wizards. As Liam O'Brien once said, "what's sexier than wizards? nothing." Now, to be fair, he also once said rogues were the best class when you and I and Brennan Lee Mulligan all know it's paladins; but we can all agree re: the sexiness of wizards. It is my hope that we have more wizards in the future, but for now, we shall cherish the wizards we once had, and that we briefly have again.

Because we're not touching base in this two-shot with a large number of our erstwhile arcane allies and antagonists, and in the service of a joke at the end of this post, we are including our Wizard PCs this time! Let's begin.

Lady Vess DeRogna: She was not in this episode nor mentioned but she WAS in The Nine Eyes of Lucien and she WAS talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, etc. No spoilers for that here. Just wanted you to know that Lady Vess DeRogna is still dead. But like, probably 7/10.

Ludinus Da'leth: Per Beau, the Assembly's gotten awfully quiet lately, and per Caleb, Astrid's been trying to set him up with a professorship, which Ludinus can't really spike because he did offer the Assembly seat to Caleb first so it's weird to say that he's qualified for propaganda minister and not transmutation professor. The Mighty Nein have made this slippery motherfucker sweat so hard that apparently he started making deals with the Feywild. 6/10.

Trent Ikithon: Hey Trent! Bitch.

As previously stated, 9/10.

Astrid Becke: Trent's in jail and she's apparently doing pretty well and is either happy to help Beau's investigation, or helping Caleb without realizing that Beau really wants this. Probably the latter, but we love to see a complicated morally gray queen flourish, though I suspect she's having Beau-like growing pains into her new and fancy job. 4/10.

Yussa Errenis: You can just sense, from his brief response to Jester, that he absolutely knows that the Mighty Nein saved his ass twice and that he will need to call them if he gets trapped on the moon in 7 years, but also he is sleeping, dammit. Secretly glad they keep in touch; really unamused at having 14 people dripping seawater in his tower, because Tidepeak is really more of a turn of phrase. Also if he knew Veth was starting up a camp he would be very slightly hurt she hadn't asked him to teach anything but also if she asked him he would 100% turn it down. 2/10. Never change, king.

Essek Thelyss: We could get all poetic about the yearning but realistically, he's still at the outpost, getting more and more twitchy but also managing to visit Caleb regularly. Possibly hooking up? But that might just be a reference to the bit and general vibe of the episode. Anyway he's probably feeling kind of bad, but hey! We know he ends up in Uthodurn eventually, and then gets to go back to Aeor only to be part the most simultaneously intense and oblique confession of love of all time. So probably 6/10 but buddy! It gets so much better, and pretty soon no less!

Caleb Widogast: There's good meta to be had about Caleb Widogast, six months later, and you are NOT going to find it here, in a post that's about shaking up wizards in an empty Pringles can. Well, at least not much. As indicated above I think this is likely pre-Aeor excursion with Essek; but Caleb feels like he is tentatively and hopefully building a life. It's slow, and it's a little quiet and small right now, but the fact that he's able to do so on his own is itself an immense victory. He probably gets to have lunch with Beau and dinner with Essek at least once a week each, he has a little cottage and his tower, and he's already becoming a beloved teacher. And he leveled up! 3/10. We love to see it.

Veth Brenatto: Jitters about her camp notwithstanding, she's fucking thriving. They're working on the apothecary but in the meantime she's finding a balance of what she loves to do professionally while still staying with her family, she's keeping in touch with the rest, and she's absolutely on point, astute, and hilarious this whole episode. And she is definitely using Tenser's Floating Disk for sex purposes. 1/10. It's Veth Brenatto's world; we're just living in it.

Allura Vyesoren: Pending, depending on what sword Yasha brings out next episode and whether Caleb turned in the staff. TBD/10.

Bonus!

Warlock Breakdown Tracker

Fjord (Stone?): Oh honey.

It's at least five simultaneous breakdowns and they're recharging with each rest like his spell slots. You know how one of the Uk'otoa temples had a hydra? It's a metaphor, or whatever. 10/10.

#critical role #critical role spoilers #wizard breakdown tracker

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boydiisaster · 3 years ago

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Can I request half moth demon MC for obey me?

Teen MC just starting highschool?

"contrary to popular belief, i don't like lamps"

reader: gender neutral, they/them pronouns

tw/cw: talks about insects and insect anatomy, cussing

author's note: thank you for the request!! i love writing teen mc content. i know i've said that a lot but it's just so comforting for me. also i really hope you like this- it's a bit messy and i didn't know how to go about it, but it was so fun to write! i hope you enjoy reading <3 (pretend that belphie was never trapped up in the attic for this oneshot)

You knew your life as a regular human wasn't going to last but honestly, did it have to end so soon? And did it have to end by the damn Prince of Hell dragging you back down to the Devildom through a portal? Couldn't he have just, I don't know, phoned you? Maybe sent you an email? Picked you up by car?

You double over once you land, arms wrapped around your stomach trying not to hurl all over Prince Diavolo's floor. The magic in the Devildom makes it hard to hide your less-than-normal appendages, but you somehow manage. Was it because of fear? Was it because the Prince of Hell had his own personal scary dog privileges with that damned Lucifer and Barbatos always by his side? Or was it because that orange-haired man was staring at you like you were just a hunk of meat waiting to be devoured, and if Diavolo found out you weren't totally human, would probably feed you to him?

Either way, you're scared shitless.

"Welcome, human!" The prince cheers happily. God, he's gotten way louder than when you were last here. It makes your head throb. You liked the prince, but the fact that you have sensitive hearing and the fact that he was so... energetic, to put it nicely, didn't make a good combination for you.

"Where am I?" you feign confusion. You dart your eyes around, yelping when that orange-haired man takes a step closer to you. "Don't touch me!" you point.

"He's only here to make sure you don't run," Lucifer heavily signs. "Stop panicking and he won't have to restrain you."

"How can I stop panicking?! You just kidnapped me!"

"They have a point," Barbatos smiles. "Though I wouldn't call it kidnapping."

"I'm a teenager," you deadpan, which wasn't a lie. You were a teenager, even in demon years.

The room falls silent.

"... Okay, perhaps it is kidnapping," Barbatos hums.

"You're damn right it is!" You cross your arms over your chest and groan. "But I won't tell the authorities if you just send me back up through that weird portal thing."

The Prince thinks for a moment, then simply laughs. "We'll sort it out ourselves. Until then, dear MC, welcome to the Devildom!"

"You smell like magic."

After that foolish meeting with Diavolo, Lucifer called in a man by the name Mammon to be your caretaker. He was less than happy to be assigned such a job, but now it seems he's interested in you, much to your dismay.

"What are you talking about?" You roll your eyes. "I'm human. How can I smell like magic?"

"Do you practice witchcraft?" he raises a brow at you.

"Listen bub," you jab a finger into his chest. "I'm tired of all your stupid questions. You don't like me, and I don't like you, so enough with the smalltalk. Let's just get me to my jail cell and quickly get through this year so I can go home."

With that, you take off walking toward the House of Lamentation. Strangely, you happened to know just the right road to take, Mammon noticed.

You also didn't answer his question.

Breakfast with you was awkward. Lucifer had the hardest time seeing you there at the end of the table, poking the Devildom cuisine with your fork. It reminded him of his younger brothers in a bittersweet sort of way. You looked bored more than anything, eyes tired, suppressing yet another yawn behind your hand. Were humans always as tired as you? Maybe you just don't sleep during the night? That would explain why he heard constant loud rustling coming from your room while he was trying to sleep.

"Do you want this?" he heard you whisper to Beelzebub, and when his younger brother happily took your plate, you briskly stood up.

"Thanks for the food," is all you say before hurrying out the door... without your backpack.

"Mammon."

Said demon jumps and bangs his knee against the bottom of the table. "What?" he hisses as he holds his hurt knee.

"MC forgot their bag."

"And why is that my problem?"

"Because you're in charge of taking care of them, remember?" Lucifer cocks a brow. "Or did you manage to forget that easily?"

"I'm not a babysitter," the Avatar of Greed huffs, but yet still stands to grab your bag. "The Great Mammon has many policies; one of the main ones is I don't handle kids."

"Just make sure a demon doesn't eat them on their way to school, okay?" Lucifer rolls his eyes. "You're capable of that much."

"And what if they do become demon food, what then? We'll have one less person to talk care of." Mammon slings your backpack over his shoulder and moves to jog after you. "They're a strange one, Lucifer. Didn't you smell the magic on them? They reek of it. I bet they're up to something."

"Whatever the case, you're still their guardian, so hurry up." Lucifer shoos his younger brother out of the kitchen. When Mammon reluctantly leaves, he turns to face 4 other curious demons.

"That's what that smell was!" Asmo smiles. "I remember it was all around MC's room last night. I thought someone just dropped a bottle of perfume."

"They're either a witch," Satan hums, chewing on his lower lip, "or they're hiding something. But what? What does a human have to hide on their immediate person that's too embarrassing for a demon to see?"

"If they even are a human."

Belphegor yawns behind his hand as he walks in. "By the way, there's holes all over the curtain in the bathroom. You think we've got moths?"

"Here."

You look over at Mammon, who's currently holding an umbrella up for you to take. He's been strangely nice to you recently. He brought you your backpack that you purposely left behind a few days ago, and now he's offering you his only covering for the sudden downpour that's currently happening outside.

You study the demon, then look curiously at the umbrella. "You didn't curse it, did you?"

Mammon rolls his eyes. "Just take the stupid thing."

"Answer my question first."

"No, I didn't! Just-" he grabs your hand and wraps it around the handle of the umbrella. "Take it," he finishes.

You stay silent, as does he as the two of you stand in the doorway of RAD watching the rain fall. With a hesitant step, you walk out into the rain, closing the umbrella as you go. "If you get wet, so do I." You look back at him and feel a hint of satisfaction at his shocked face. Your wings won't suffer from the onslaught of water if you just keep fluttering them, so getting rained on doesn't really matter much to you.

"Come on, dude," you begin to walk away. "Don't tell me you're still on that whole 'you smell like magic so I don't trust you' thing?"

"You're just weird. I thought you hated me?" Mammon quickly catches up with you thanks to his long legs.

"I thought you hated me," you retort.

"Touché."

The conversation dies there, and the two of you walk back to the House of Lamentation in a comfortable silence.

There's a bottle of something sitting on your dresser. Lucifer notices it as soon as he enters your room. The contents inside are a mixture of things, mostly herbs. There's a few rocks and crystals sitting by the jar, as well.

A human realm spell, he thinks, seeing the wax that seals the cork to the bottle. Humans are so entertaining.

He picks up a jar labeled Rain Water, inspecting it closely. It's surprisingly clear for rain water. This must've been why Lucifer saw you carrying in a bucket of water from outside last week after you got home with Mammon, sopping wet.

Posters hang all over your walls depicting all sorts of things. There's one with the phases of the moon on it, another with a blue-haired anime girl. Lucifer recognizes her from Leviathan's own poster. He was happy you were finally settling in, but honestly did you really need to hang up so much stuff? The walls look cluttered, and was that a stop sign hanging above your bed?

With a sigh, the demon sits down on your mattress. It's surprisingly comfortable. The sheets you brought down from your human realm bedroom were soft, as well. You never made your bed, so pillows were strewn about the mattress. Lucifer pretends to not become overwhelmed by the amount of magic in the air as he makes your bed for you.

Either you were a very strong human realm witch, or you weren't entirely human. Lucifer will give you the benefit of the doubt, at least for now. His brothers are beginning to grow fond of you, he knows, and with Beelzebub taking out the entire wall to your bedroom a few days ago, now doesn't seem like the best time to confront you with his suspicions.

He lies back on your bed and gazes up at those cheesy glow-in-the-dark stars you giddily put up yesterday. He's not worried of you finding him in here, you're currently out shopping with Beelzebub and Mammon, so with a yawn, the eldest demon brother gently closes his eyes and hums. He rolls over to take a quick nap, but then he feels something dig into his side.

"I had hoped I could've hid it from you longer."

7 sets of eyes are on you. You pretend to not care, but it was honestly getting a little embarrassing, especially with Lucifer holding up your spell bag in his fingers to show off to everyone in the room.

"Hide it from us?" Satan scoffs. "We're demons. You're a demon. You should know we can smell magic from miles away."

"I'm half demon," you snarkily correct him. "And it's not like I know much about being one. My mom left the Devildom when I was like, 7. I've been around humans practically my whole life."

"Yeah, yeah. MC lied to us, we're all very distraught." Asmo stands. "I must say though," he circles you, touching bits and pieces of your "new" appendages, "I've never seen a moth demon this pretty before. Your wings have such eccentric designs on them."

He pulls a bit on your wing and you yelp. "Watch it! They're fragile."

"So do you like, eat cloth like actual moths do?" Leviathan giggles as he plays with your antenna. You swat him away and huff at his stupid assumption, growing flustered.

"No! Well, I used to as a baby. But I grew out of that so stop laughing at me!"

"Do you ever overheat with that weird fur coat on your chest?" Mammon points.

"It's actually scales," you touch your chest a bit. "But sometimes."

"Are you fond of light like real moths are?"

You guess even Lucifer can't help but tease you. Your face grows hot as you frown at the smirking demon in front of you. His brothers have doubled over in laughter. Even Beelzebub cracks a smile.

"Shut up! I actually don't, so quit making fun of me!" Your wings flutter out of irritation. "Or I'll... I'll...!"

"You'll what?" Belphegor laughs. "Get so mad that you fly into a burning candle?"

That provokes more laughter from the 7 demon brothers. You cover your face and groan. "You're not funny!"

"Awe, we're just messing with you MC!" Asmo giggles. "I'll buy you a new lamp to make up for it."

"Shut up!" you whine and push the Lust Avatar away as he bursts into another fit of laughter. "You're not original! Get a new joke!"

"What do you want for dinner tonight, MC?" Satan smiles. "Maybe something fancy? An expensive shirt from Majolish, perhaps?"

"I'm leaving!" You turn and walk away from the family. "I'm walking out the door!"

"Don't let a lamp distract you! There's lots of them along the way."

"Shut up!"

#did i research moths and moth habits just for this oneshot??#yes #yes i did #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me x teen!mc #obey me teen mc #obey me x reader #obey me x gn!reader #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me x gn reader #cw moths #cw insects #cw bugs #bee's beehive #worker!bee

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eisforeidolon · 3 years ago

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I made the mistake of reading some cockles blogs and now I wonder where do these people come up with their delusions. Jensen is not important unless Misha is involved somehow which continues to bother me. They keep assigning a lifestyle and sexuality to Jensen which he has not even acknowledged and they feel it is okay to spout their fantasies as truth. I have no serious issues with Misha but sometimes I wish he would vanish from the spn fandom and take those crazies with him.

At the end of the day, it's a self-perpetuating conspiracy theory. They start from taking something actually real - Jensen and Misha are work friends - and then scrutinizing it to an absurd degree and projecting what they want to see all over it. Might even be innocent enough at first, like jokingly asking, but what if ... Except for some it turns serious and anything they can interpret as validating their theory becomes actual proof of said theory. Aha! They smiled at each other, who smiles at a work friend like that!? With each new instance of what is bizarre, baseless projection and speculation to everyone else, they convince themselves they're amassing a mountain of proof. Aha! They held hands in a photo op like I asked them to! All my previous assumptions must be valid! Which only builds off itself that much more when you plunk them down in an echo chamber of fellow conspiracy theorists coming up with their own "proof" and telling each other how smart they are for seeing The Real Truth™.

Which is very much also what they did with the ship in the show, and why they were so flabbergasted it wasn't endgame. Except it's even more ridiculous to do with real life, because with the characters the audience sees at least the majority of their lives directly to reintepret, but with the actors? We see a tiny fraction of what they choose to show in public. Which is how you get cockless shippers claiming that the lack of time they spend together and how far away they live from each other is just further proof of how desperate they are to hide their totes real twue lurve! Of course, the worst of it is when you get the really hardcore conspiracy theorists who start trying to take it upon themselves to make the actors "come out", by shoving it in the actors' faces - in person or virtually - that "they know" what's really going on, so they need to just go public for their own good.

At that point, believing in the conspiracy isn't just an obsession, it starts to become part of their personality. EVERYTHING is a clue to how Misha and Jensen must secretly be together, so it's impossible to mention Jensen without making it about Misha. Less so the other way around, because Misha is the one who feeds them. They feel less pressure to MAKE him confess and prove he thinks about nothing but Jensen all day long, because he's already queerbaiting for profit "on their side".

The thing is, in a big enough fandom? There are always going to be at least a handful of people that get this fucking weird about shipping. So Misha not leading them on wouldn't have stopped it. Which is not the same thing as saying that Misha feeding into it didn't make it notably worse than it might have otherwise been.

#askboxery #anonymous #cockless #anti misha

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nny11writes · 1 year ago

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If Glimmer is another patient she'd be a voluntary admission. Maybe she was realizing she was spiraling out of control in her personal life and was putting everything at risk. She knows she wants to get better and get help, and that it needs to be a drastic change. I'd have to learn more about the way wards work, I dont' think that folks in the double lock zone ever interact with folks in the single lock zones (inaccurate terms here but when I've visited friends in wards the security was always different numbers of locked doors). So Glimmer would also either need to have Prime randomly assigned as her psychiatrist or he is trying to take over her case from someone else.

I'm sensing great potential for talking back to back through a window or a locked door right now.

Glimmer still has to request to be released which takes time and she has final assessments before being released from the system. But she becomes aware of Catra not being allowed to even do that as it's happening maybe.

If Glimmer is a patient I'd also want Catra to do something directly that would help her be able to leave. Some sort of either distracting Prime away from her or making sure he can't take over her casefile allowing Glimmer to actually escape. Then on the outside Glimmer is working with Bow and Adora to get Catra out. I want Catra to be out and living with them before they find Entrapta, so unlike in canon Entrapta isn't there to help with Catra's rescue efforts.

Perfuma really isn't trying to repress, for her the mantras are reminders that bad things happen but so do good. They're hopeful messages with meaning to her, but for others they're less useful. For Entrapta it gets semi-maliciously interpreted because she's in a much worse place than anyone (including Entrapta) knows. So they feel smothering and othering instead of uplifting.

Entrapta is very dedicated to making sure she isn't a problem even if she never consciously thinks about it that way. A huge part of her masking is knowing that she can't stop being weird but she can at least make sure people think she's the right kind of weird. If you are funny or kind or helpful or smart people tend to prioritize that and expect it of you. Entrapta is all of those and the one with optimism so she leans into that role until it feels fake to everyone who pays any attention at all.

Catra: Game plan for the week: eat at least two meals a day, take one shower, leave the house at least once or twice, try going to the park and leave before I break down. I've got this, it's simple-

Entrapta, in the distance: Oh don't worry about me, it's fine. Let's not talk about this right now. Let's talk about something else! People prefer it when I'm not sad and that would be a terrible discussion based on that fact. No, no, I'm definitely okay and I had an ADVENTURE not a trauma!

Catra: ...Game plan for the week: don't cry like a little bitch baby or get murdered even if Entrapta really deserves to kill me.

I think Catra’s success rate for entering a poly relationship with Entrapta becomes more challenging in a post season 5 context not only because of her own lingering guilt about the whole Beast Island thing but also because she’ll have a difficult time pitching the idea of sharing Entrapta to Hordak, especially after he sees the electrical burn scars. He’s probably already tried to make amends for his past treatment of her but seeing his lab partner’s back for the first time since The Incident likely still prompted a bit of the old vengeful anger.

Don’t get me wrong, TD - catrapta is not remotely canon compliant! But I will draw it anyway.

Like, it’s really funny. I can toy with the ship configurations how I like in fanon. But I think I’d find it hard to have both of those pairings at the same time, not just because of hordak, but because of catra :P

#long post #catrapta ish #catra #entrapta #she ra #spop #wip #fanfic ideas #glimmer #I need to better pull in Bow and Adora for this fic tbh #Scorpia already has spots she can shine in but also could use some help

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astaroth1357 · 4 years ago

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Demigod MC Series: Hermes

Hey guys, still doing what I can to stay healthy (and entertained) in quarantine. Staying still, keeping calm, and trying not to exert myself too much because of the shortness of breath thing going on. My lungs just can't get enough air it seems… 😅 Anyway, I've gotten a lot of suggestions on this series and I'm excited to keep it going. Just going to be a tad slow until I'm feeling better. Thank you for the support, y'all!

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes

Lucifer

Oh no… it’s everyone’s worst nightmare… Another Mammon, but competent. Devil help us all…

Had he known who their father was, he'd have never assigned Mammon to watch over them. Hell, he would have made sure those two never even met. They became a new handful for him to manage from the day they first arrived…

When even more things started going missing around the House than normal, he knew he had made a grave mistake… They were clever, quick, and skilled. About the best WORST combination for a burglar to be…

Worse still, they were fast on their feet. He would pretty much have no way to nab them on foot and always had to resort to his wings or magic to have any hope of catching up to them… At least Mammon usually gets himself cornered!

But, paradoxically, he also came to notice that the mortal had an odd honesty streak to them... Like, they’d steal but they’d always admit to it, unlike Mammon who would try to deflect till he was blue in the face.

Were they proud of their work, maybe? Or just didn’t see the point in trying to get away with it...?

There would be several occasions where they’d take something, sell it with Mammon, and then steal the thing back later just to put it back where it belonged, seemingly never with Mammon’s permission to do so either…

Is it better that they returned the stolen item or worse because their actions went from just robbery to a full-on scam? Either way, it gives him headaches trying to deal with it…

He pretty much gives up getting the mortal to stop after 6 months, they are legitimately that good, but makes them swear to always put back whatever they take at some point. It seems to work out and he lets more things slide, but please someone get them out of here soon…

Mammon

Soulmatesoulmatesoulmatesoulmate, or maybe more accurately “Partner-in-Crime” but that means pretty much the same thing to him anyway. 🤷‍♀️

He’s never met a person better at thievery than they were. The day they met, they managed to pick his pockets without breaking a sweat (or a finger) and that was it. He was in love.

They could teleport! Actually teleport!! Suddenly, NOTHING was off limits to him any more! Lucifer’s rare records? Easy. Levi’s secret safe? Cakewalk. The Castle vault?? Child’s play!! It was like they could steal anything they put their mind to!!

He didn't even have to worry about them when they made getaways because they were fast too, the two actually have parkour races through the streets for the hell of it!

On top of all that, they were wicked creative. He’d come up with a money-making scheme then they’d offer him all sorts of little tricks to help get away with it...

HE’D have never realized that they could turn themselves into rats in order to frighten and sneak past Barbatos, but they thought of it the instant they heard of his fear of things. They're a mad genius!!

The only real downside was they seemed to like stealing for the sport of it instead of for the money… so they always steal back whatever they took.

That kind of defeats the purpose of all that work in the first place, right? Ah well, at least that's more money for him.

These two pretty much became a walking menace to Devildom society- Sorry, not sorry.

Leviathan

Not another Mammon!!! WHY?! What did he do to deserve this?!?

When he started noticing that EVEN MORE of his stuff was going missing than usual, he straight-up flipped! Like, had the mortal not been pretty tough in their own right they would have been Lotan-chow. End of discussion.

… And then they started using their powers for good? Kind of?

Like, first off they would always give back what they stole, which was a nice change from Mammon. Annoying, but at least he didn't have to go buy replacement games or anything…

And then they started stealing him limited edition merch or tickets and stuff because they… liked him?? He guessed???

Why else would they go to all the trouble of swiping one of the five ultra-rare Kitsune Ruri-chan figurines from its original collector? He would have had to pay Mammon half his tail for something like that but the MC just brought it to him one morning because they could!

Is… is this love? Has he grown to love that which he hates?! What is even happening anymore!?! Who is he?!? 😫

Eventually he has to reconcile his conflicted feelings by dubbing them the real life Peony Phantom Thief, Jane and even making them a cosplay. Yes, they have to wear it when they bring him things. No, it's not weird, shut up.

Satan

He wants to be irritated, no - furious, that they keep taking his stuff… But he’ll be damned if they aren’t making Lucifer’s life a living hell right now. 😏

He's honestly not even sure how they managed to swipe half of the priceless portraits in the Castle (a considerable feat since there's one for Every. Room.) but they pulled it off in under a week. Barbs didn't even notice the replicas…

If that's not mildly terrifying, he doesn't know what is. Who knows what things he could be missing at any given moment...?

At least the mortal had the good sense to return his things, unlike Mammon, which gets them off his shit list for the most part. 🤷‍♀️

It helps that they’re also impressively well-traveled. They claim to have been across every human continent and sailed every ocean. Though he was skeptical at first, just hearing their stories eventually convinced him.

What sort of person has sailed the Amazon River, hiked through Arctic tundra, seen every major capital city, and still had time to explore the sights of the French Riviera?

One that has magical teleportation powers apparently.

Frankly, he could listen to their stories of the human world all day and still ask for another. He's told them that they may as well just write a book of their own for him at some point, it'd be beneficial to their poor vocal chords.

Asmodeus

Ugh! Really? Another thief in the House?? Wasn’t one hard enough to deal with?!

Honestly, stolen beauty products aren't exactly something you can just sell or give back, so unfortunately a lot of Asmo's clothes/accessories get targeted and he is NOT happy about it...

Around the time his favorite scarf was stolen for the third time, he was about to gut the mortal himself, but they struck a deal with him. They could nab his clothes SO LONG as they returned them with an extra little "gift."

Jewelry, perfume, creams, nail polish, etc. Asmo kept a running list and pretty much treated his thieving friend like a less moral version of Akuzon. Whatever he asked for, no matter how rare or expensive, they always got their hands on so who was he to complain?

He once decided to test them by asking for the Hope Diamond - which they got for him - but he made them return it after a week after the curse on it made him ruin a particularly intricate manicure so…

Like Satan, he's also pretty impressed with all the places they've seen. He's pretty traveled in the human world himself so they exchange travel stories all the time!

He may bother them to him out traveling from time to time. There are so many gorgeous and romantic places to visit in the human world after all, it's not like anybody could stop them from just… popping in to have a look. Right? 😏

Beelzebub

They learned very quickly that his food is absolutely off limits and after that, they were good.

Seriously. Beel caught them once trying to swipe a piece of pizza from his dinner and he nearly ripped their arm off for it…

But on the flipside, he also knows that he can go to them if he REALLY needs a snack and is short on cash.

It's pretty comical watching the fleet-foot mortal running from angry demon vendors with a basket of stolen apples for their buddy… But he appreciates their enthusiasm! 🙂

Beel actually likes to hear about their travels too, but mostly what they've eaten. They can keep him enraptured for hours by describing all the food they've come across in the human world…

Watch out for the drool, though.

Since they can teleport, they'll sometimes pop up with a human world treat for him and the man internally swears his undying love for them every time...

Outwardly, though, he just smiles. 'Cause he's a sweetie.

Belphegor

They… they opened the attic door on, like, the first day they met… They didn’t even make it look that hard, they had some kind of knack for breaking and entering…

Seriously, imagine the look on his face when they just walk into the attic to say hello… He had this whole, “Lure and Trick the Human” plan all thought out then they pulled out a magic lockpick or something and BOOM! Freedom!

He laughed, perhaps a little closer to the edge of sanity than he was intending, and he tried to attack them but they were so damn fast he couldn't land a single hit!

Damn was it embarrassing when the others came in…

MC: "LUCIFER! LUCIFER!! There's a monster in your attic!!!"

Lucifer: "That's not a monster that's my brother!!"

MC: *stops midway through kneeing Belphie in the stomach* …. Ooooooooh!

MC: Whoops.

It was a… rocky start.

After they settled their differences quelled Belphie's bloodlust he found that they kind of grew on him rather quickly… Something about that mischievous energy and how much they gave his brothers (minus Beel) grief with it.

He absolutely helps them with their plans if it will annoy Lucifer in any way. Occasionally, they'll even take Belphie out on raids instead of Mammon.

Turns out he's surprisingly good at distractions because all he has to do is pretend to fall then take a nap. People around him will legitimately believe that he needs medical attention so the MC can sneak through crowds undetected...

Of course, Mammon gets PISSED when they do this, though. How dare his baby brother try to steal away his perfect partner!! Get your own damn mortal, Belphie!!! 🤬

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me demigods

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 4 years ago

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love letter, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook gets love letters shoved in his mailbox and under his apartment door all the damn time. You, too, get love letters shoved in your mailbox and under your door. All the time. It could be a sweet gesture, but this is the twenty-first century. Love letters aren't all they're cracked up to be.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; short graphic descriptions of sex acts; smut (fem reader, a very intense make-out session including some wild tongue and too much saliva, nipple play, a bit of m-receiving oral, cowgirl, handjob); non-idol!BTS – technically university, blond, softsub!Jungkook x working, softdom!reader; slightly desperate and needy JK

yes, yes, it’s MTV Unplugged ‘Telepathy’JK

"I'm so tired of people thinking they have a chance with me."

Was the exasperated declaration as you backed up into your apartment, only to turn around and witness Jeon Jungkook dumping a waterfall of colorful envelopes from his giant black backpack onto your hardwood floor.

"At least remove your shoes before you start flaunting how hot you are," you replied dryly.

Jungkook rolled his eyes as he kicked off his large white sneakers. "Look at this shit! It's relentless! It's annoying! I just want to live my life!"

You vaguely recalled Jungkook being excited about his first love letter upon reaching university, and then the second, the third... and now you were staring at pile number five hundred on your doormat. "I don't know, put a sign on your door? 'Please stop, the answer is no?'"

Jungkook winced. "I can't do that. How many hearts am I going to break?"

"Uh, I dunno, you already broke half the campus by existing in general."

He bonked you on the head lightly with his denim jacket sleeve. "I have not. I've only slept with a couple people and that was supposed to be no strings attached."

You shrugged. "People can't understand that. Especially women."

He puffed his cheeks and stepped over the pile. You noticed the small stickers and nice handwriting on the colorful pastel paper. You almost felt bad, seeing all the effort put into them.

"At least they're cute. I only get torn notebook pages with scribbles."

"Stop lying. You get girls' letters too," Jungkook grumbled. "Can I borrow your computer? One of my professors assigned an online quiz and the internet at my place is down, again."

"You gotta move," you commented, kneeling down to collect the mess Jungkook made. You noticed Jungkook flit his eyes about before throwing up his hands and bending down to help you.

"I'm trying to get out of the lease, but I have a couple more months left," he complained childishly.

"What about your other friends? Can't you go bother them?"

Jungkook frowned, sticking out his lower lip. The tiny mole underneath winked at you. "You hate me now or something?"

You laughed, standing up with a stacked pile of confessions to Jeon Jungkook. "No, I'm just curious as to why you always come here."

He shoved the rest in your arms, his pile slightly messier than yours. "You live the closest and you're usually home. Plus, you have two computers."

"A laptop and a desktop," you corrected. "Don't you have a laptop?"

"It's easier to borrow yours."

"Lazy."

Jungkook ignored your remark and ticked his silvery-blond head further into the apartment. "Can I borrow it or not?"

You laughed. "Of course. Laptop's on the bed."

He turned and followed the hallway to your bedroom. "Same password?" he yelled, not looking back.

"Obviously."

"Why is it my birth date?" he shouted.

"Because, one, no one will guess it, and, two, you're a dumbass and always forget it."

"I do not!"

"How many times did you ask when the password was Klingon?"

"I don't know your nerdy shit!"

"Do your fucking assignment," you belted down the hall.

Jungkook stuck his head out of your bedroom door and scrunched his nose to make a hideous face at you, holding your gunmetal-colored laptop. You rolled your eyes as he disappeared again. This crackhead. You let out a sigh, walking past the acrylic painting of a blue sky with pink-purple clouds hanging in your living room, flicking through at all the letters addressed to Jungkook.

Surprisingly, you knew what he felt like. With you, it started with inviting one guy over to your place, sucking his dick, and then suddenly a letter appeared. Well, letter was putting it nicely. Dirty napkin with words scrawled with smeared ballpoint pen shoved under your door, explicitly asking for more. Then another, wanting it. Then another, begging for it. You ignored them. At some point, you invited a girl over, ate her out, and then the colorful envelopes started appearing, with cute stickers and neat handwriting.

Mmmhmm.

Why did Jungkook bring them here anyway? To brag? For you to peruse? You spread them out them on your coffee table and tore one open. Read it. Simple confession of love, no name. You were kind of jealous. Jungkook always got nicer ones than you did. Something about being a sexually uninhibited woman seemed to translate to others that you were down to fuck anyone, anytime, anything. You tossed the letter aside, ripped open a folded card closed with lilac tape. Another, 'I love you, please go out with me', no name. Toss. And you opened another one, reading out loud.

"I want to cram all one hundred and seventy-nine centimeters of you into me?”

Uh.

Huh.

Still no name.

Cute peach stationery though.

Was it a euphemism? Symbolic? Thinly veiled code? Hm. In any case, this was more along the lines of shamelessness you encountered yourself.

By all conventions, Jeon Jungkook was attractive as fuck. Pretty pink lips, big brown eyes, manly sharp jawline. He kept his hair on the longer side, around ear length, now silvery-blond compared to the usual black. You heard he dyed it a couple times, but now it had since faded to the original blond.

Oh, yeah, also he had nice hands and a body to die for.

You could see why Jungkook got all these love letters. You? Well, similar reasons, except less muscles. Also, yours weren't really love letters. More like vulgar remarks on the backs of grubby receipts.

Probably just as heartfelt.

The only reason you knew of Jungkook was because you were friends with one of his close friends. Alright, maybe you sucked his friend's dick. More than once. But anyway, not the point. The point was that the topic of love letters came up one night when everyone was hanging out and you voiced your predicament. It was the summer before Jungkook entered university. He had burst out laughing, thinking it was a hilarious situation.

"Haha, that would never happen to me!"

Jokes on you, Jungkook, karma's a bitch.

You thought about moving, but the location was close to your work and the internet service was great here. At least you always recycled the paper. What were you supposed to do? Keep an album of Starbucks napkins of people asking if your tongue was good or not?

You opened another envelope addressed to 'sweet, adorable Jungkookie'.

Their words, not yours.

"Shove your dick down my throat and make me gag? Smiley face?"

Well, that's a contrast.

Jungkook didn't start contacting you on his own until the letters started coming and then they didn’t stop coming, flooding his mailbox and underneath his door, overwhelming and confusing him. He didn't think he would get much attention, although perhaps it might be your fault, since you seemed to have set the precedence for this type of thing at this particular university. There was at least one person in every year that got this treatment, and it all started with one dirty napkin with smeared ink. Rumor caught on and then bam! It became a thing.

So, yeah.

Maybe kind of your fault.

You shouldn't have told so many people about that napkin.

You fished out a pizza receipt from the pile, inspecting it. You couldn't find anything out of the ordinary. Then you noticed it had Jungkook's phone number and an order of three pizzas. Not a confession, just trash from Jungkook's backpack. Did he really eat three pizzas? Hopefully not by himself and in one sitting. You noticed the timestamp. Mmm, three in the morning. Okay. Maybe he did eat three pizzas by himself in one sitting.

You filed through the rest, removing trash from the recyclable paper. Paused when you found a scrap of paper that said, "Put your dick in my ass." You recognized this curvy, narrow handwriting, slightly heavy-handed. Same person wrote you the same note this week.

This was why you didn't take the messages too seriously.

You saw a particularly thick purple envelope and picked it up, tearing it open. It was several pages, with tiny, crammed handwriting on paper with cute bunnies on it. Several pages detailing straight up porn with Jungkook as the leading role.

You almost burst out laughing.

Who the fuck would write this?

And send it to him?

Not you, that's for fucking sure.

Still, it wasn't the worst thing you've ever read. Had some spelling mistakes and poor grammar. Instant turn-off. Needed a good proofread. You settled onto your brown leather couch, highly entertained as you read it. Then you actually burst out laughing, because said person wanted Jungkook to lift them and fuck them at the same time and that kinda shit just wasn't possible. You would know, because you’ve tried. It sounded good, but in practice, the dick ended up falling out pretty quickly if the pussy was any sort of wet.

If you weren’t wet, then, eh, not sure why you're fucking.

"What is so fucking funny?" Jungkook grumbled, poking his head around the corner, still holding your laptop.

You held up the sheets of bunny-printed paper, still laughing. "Someone sent you their written erotica and you're the star!"

Jungkook grimaced. "Oh yeah, that person. They write something new every week. It's weird." He frowned. "I try to take it out so you don't have to read that shit. I must have missed it."

"It's hilarious," you chuckled. "You should publish them into a book."

"You know I can't do that," Jungkook sighed, putting your laptop on the coffee table and snatching the pages from you. "I throw them away like everything else."

"Did you finish your assignment?" you chortled, leaning over to look at the laptop screen. Submission successful. "80%?! When you could easily cheat?"

"I read a question wrong," Jungkook whined, balling up the paper and throwing it down. "Ack."

You looked up at him and he was looking upset at the pile on the table.

"What's wrong?"

"What if one of them is real?"

"Huh?"

"I mean... I just throw them away now. But what if one of them is real?" Jungkook wondered out loud.

You shrugged. "Does it matter? They'll tell you in person if it's that important."

Jungkook tilted his head at you doubtfully. "Will they?"

You sat back into your couch, with your legs wide open. You were wearing sleek black leggings and a cropped pink sweatshirt. Not the most ladylike pose, but you didn't really care. You gestured to the stack of letters on your wooden coffee table.

"They should. If they actually like you and it's not a joke, then they should tell you in person and accept that they might be rejected."

Jungkook frowned and slumped down next to you. His light-wash denim jacket made a loud floof as his ass hit the brown leather cushions. The wash of his jeans matched his jacket. He wore a white graphic t-shirt under. It looked vintage, but it probably wasn’t.

"What if they're nervous?" he questioned, twisting his pink lips around.

"So what? Everyone's nervous. We all live in a perpetual state of terror."

Jungkook rolled his eyes.

You leaned forward and plucked a sky-blue memo note from the table, reading it out loud. "I love you. Marry me." You held it out to him. "See? You get nice ones. I get, ‘choke me like you hate me’ and 'shove your tongue into my asshole, please'. Rarely do I get is that please at the end," you finished with a dry laugh. You looked up to see Jungkook staring back at you. Your laugh died a little seeing his serious expression.

"Yes."

You blinked at him. "What?"

Jungkook ticked his chin to the note, then shifted his eyes to you.

You pointed to the memo sheet and raised an eyebrow. "I didn't write this."

"I did."

He was so serious that you couldn't laugh. You just blinked at him rapidly and turned your head to look at the sky-blue memo sheet, finally recognizing the clean, block-like handwriting and spotting the bottom right corner. English letters. A J and a K fused together, the way Jungkook usually signed his paintings.

You dropped the note like it was on fire.

Jerked your head up, not to him, but to the painting across from you in the living room, the one with the blue sky and pink-purple clouds, with a tiny JK signature in black at the bottom right corner. The painting you asked Jungkook to make you a while back.

"You paint, right? I want something calm for my living room. I bought a canvas, so about this size. It's that cool?"

Jungkook had squinted his eyes, nodding. "Yeah, I could draw a pretty big dick on it."

"This is for my living room, dumbass. And I said I wanted something calm."

"A flaccid dick then."

You turned your head back to Jungkook of now, who was wringing his hands on his thighs, wiping off his palms. He noticed you watching him and puffed one cheek before letting out a big sigh.

"I was... gonna leave it on your laptop," Jungkook mumbled, flapping a hand to the sky-blue note. "But I couldn't find it in my backpack, and then I realized one of the pockets was open, the one where I keep receipts... anyway I had put the note there, so I came out to see if it was in the pile... yup, there it is."

He sucked in his cheek and fell back against the leather sofa.

"Was a joke."

Jungkook's voice sounded hollow. Empty.

"... Ah." You tucked the tip of your tongue in your cheek.

"Not the greatest joke," he added flatly.

“No, it’s not,” you agreed. "Jokes that are insincere are bad jokes."

The black words glared back up at you, contrasting the pale azure paper. You picked up the memo sheet again. Turned to face him, holding it up next to Jungkook's head of silvery-blond hair. He pursed his lips and looked away from you, jaw clenched in nervousness.

"Just say it."

He puffed one cheek again. "It was a joke."

"Then why are you saying it in past tense?"

His brown orbs shifted from side to side before Jungkook tried to bolt out of his seat, only for you to slam a hand down on his shoulder and throw a leg over him, straddling his lap before pinning the note to his chest. He yelped sharply and looked up at you with huge, shaking irises.

In all your time knowing him, you never tried to sleep with Jungkook.

Never.

You jabbed the note into his white shirt and he gave you a terrified squeak in response.

You scrutinized his face, jaw slack, eyes wide, blond curls framing his chiseled cheekbones. One of your eyebrows raised, your voice calm and unfazed.

"Say it."

"You say it," Jungkook finally shot back, furrowing his brows, biting on his lip and mustering up the most indignant look he could produce at this very second. You didn’t react. He seemed to have forgotten you did, in fact, say it, although perhaps that wasn’t exactly what he meant.

You never tried to fuck Jungkook because he didn’t treat you as anything more than his primary source of internet when his own was down. Ah, and also his outlet for complaining about his love letter problem. And then there was that other little wrinkle, the unwritten societal rule one of sucking a guy's dick you're still friends with - don't suck his friends' dicks. Surefire way to fuck up a friendship, especially if the dude’s ego was fragile.

Jungkook’s friend was dating someone else now though. His ego couldn’t be that fragile.

You leaned forward and Jungkook's annoyed gaze faltered. He gulped and tried to shrink into your brown leather couch, as if he could somehow disappear under you.

"I love you," you stated clearly and firmly. You glanced at the slightly crumpled piece of blue paper before your eyes flickered back to his face. "Marry me."

Hah, the thing about rules with you was...

Fuck 'em.

Not actually.

Eh, not the point.

"Really?" Jungkook squeaked, voice cracking slightly.

Ah, right, the other reason you never tried to sex up Jungkook because he was a little bit of an idiot around you. But maybe this sky-blue note detailed the reason for it.

"Say it," you repeated crossly, poking him in the pecs. "Stop avoiding it."

You observed Jungkook swallow hard again, Adam’s apple bobbing. You furrowed your brows, tipping your head down so that your forehead was hovering over his, eyebrow cocked, gazing into trembling brown orbs. Why was he taking so long? He wrote the damn words. Were they really just a joke? Hmph, why were you even trying then?

That’s how everyone was.

Not putting any stock or thought into their fucking words.

You lifted your finger but Jungkook’s right hand, the one with tiny tattoos, suddenly darted in your view, grabbing your hand back and jamming your finger onto his chest again. His heartbeat raced under your fingertip, thud-thud-thud, rapid bass accenting the moment. Electrifying it.

“Don’t.”

Whisper so faint you frowned and closed even more distance between you two, picking up the scent of vanilla fabric softener and lush cotton. A little different than you, who used a blackberry and spiced vanilla perfume.

“I like this,” Jungkook breathed under you, chewing his lip anxiously. You could feel his warm breath tickling your lips and chin with how close you were. You could count his individual eyebrow hairs, even though the eyebrow product he used.

“I… really like this.”

He let go of your hand.

Now you raised both eyebrows.

You slowly uncurled your middle finger, landing it on his chest next to the index. You felt him shiver a little, lips parting. Straightened your ring finger, planting it down. His lashes lowered a little, brown orbs on your face, watching your reaction to him. You could count the moles on his face. The one on his nose. The one on his cheek. The one under his lower lip. The one on his neck. Your pinky slid onto his chest. A wispy moan left his lips, eyelids fluttering, blond strands floating around his head with the little rise and fall of his heavy, tense exhale.

Why is it your birth date?

Take a wild guess, dumbass.

Your fingers abruptly dug into his white t-shirt, crumpling the note and scrunching the graphic up in your fist. He inhaled sharply, head tipping back and lips nearing yours, a whine escaping his throat. You quirked an eyebrow, drawing back slightly, taking in the rich depth of his tan skin, the sensual line of his neck, up to his angular chin and his dangling silver earrings. All of it. His hands immediately came up to grab your wrist and forearm, ensuring you and himself that you wouldn’t let go, the tendons in your flexed wrist right against his large palm.

“Say it, Jungkook,” you demanded. “Say those words with your pretty pink tongue hanging out your mouth for me.”

You watched him obey immediately, tongue sliding out and touching his lower lip, brown eyes framed by his long lashes and hazy with lust.

“I love you,” Jungkook breathed, a little gargled with his tongue out. “Fucking marry me, please.”

Ah, you couldn't help it.

You smirked.

"What about all your admirers?" you murmured, twisting your fingers in his shirt, digging your nails into his chest. "You'll break all those poor hearts you’re worried about."

Those dark brown eyes told you they didn't give a single fuck.

"What about you?" he countered, closing his mouth a little to speak more clearly.

"Me?"

The definition of trouble?

Well, if you looked that up in a dictionary, there would definitely be a picture of you.

Jungkook’s lips parted once more, keen to submit to your wickedness, pink tongue slipping out again, shiny and glistening with saliva. Breathing shallowly, rubbing your wrist with his thumb, encouraging you to keep going.

Your lips curved into a treacherous smile.

"I'll break all the hearts to get to yours, Jungkook."

And then you licked his tongue.

A low moan bubbled from Jungkook's chest, his eyes rolling back and his hips bucking up, desperate for friction as the tip of your wet muscle glided over his warm softness, your spit dripping down his throat, listening to his moans turn into messy garbles of your name, begging you, pleading you, more, more, kiss me, please, and you hooked your tongue around his, gently nudging his jaw with your other hand. Knuckle to chin, tilting your head as your lips closed onto Jungkook's.

It was not a neat kiss.

There was spit running down his chin, dripping onto his neck and your skin, your lips roughly working his, tongues intertwined and making even more of a mess, you sucking forcefully to earn pained, delicious whines. Jungkook was far too turned on to attempt to glamorize it, cries a jumbled mess under your greedy mouth, but none of that mattered. The moment was sensual and dark, bodies speaking to each other through dopamine and adrenaline. Your hand released his shirt, breaking his grip, switching to burrowing your fingers into his soft blond hair and running your nails over his scalp, leaving lines of prickling pain to enhance your kiss.

"F-Fuck, oh fuck, yes..."

Your teeth caught his tongue, pulling back and forcing his head to follow. Jungkook made a pained noise, trapped in your embrace, whining as you took him to the brink. You released him swiftly and he snapped backward, blinking hard, trying to reorient himself, but it was impossible, your lips crashing down again, thrusting your tongue into his mouth aggressively, one eye open to witness his fucked-out state, pupils unfocused, long lashes quivering, moaning into your mouth and you inhaling it all, literally taking his breath away.

It started out with a kiss.

How did it end up like this?

It was only a kiss.

You dropped your lower half onto his crotch and Jungkook gasped, breaking the kiss, strings of spit breaking between you two. You smirked wickedly as you felt his hardness trying to escape its clothing jail, his large hands already on your thighs and hips, sinking his fingers into the soft fabric of your leggings, rocking you into him, desperately trying to get some stimulation.

"Please," he croaked, panting for breath, pulling himself up to sitting position, so easy and smooth, fuck, so sexy, and now Jungkook was in your face, pleas on the tip of his tongue pouring out, tempting you, wanting it.

"Please, wanna be yours so fucking bad, seeing all those fucking letters and notes you get, and it pisses me off, it's me, I want it to be me, I want to be yours and I'm telling you to your face."

Whisper achingly hot, deep voice soaked with longing, staring into your eyes with those shaking brown orbs, spinning with emotion like an unstable top, barely enough torque holding it in place and all it took was another spin to encourage it or a gust of rejection to topple it over.

"And you don't even care about mine, you think they're fucking funny, fuck, I can't stand it, let it be me, please..."

His hands running up your sides, grazing against your breasts, and now his hands were in your hair and yours were in his, bringing your face close, the crumpled sky-blue note right between your joined crotches, forgotten, witnessing the agonizing lust wound tightly in this embrace.

"Let it be me," Jungkook begged.

You licked your lips slowly, scarcely swiping against his. He shuddered, leaning into it, taking whatever crumbs you gave. His long fingers tensed in your hair, yours buried in the dark roots of his.

"You'll have to skip the marriage bit for now," you teased lightly. "I don't think my parents will appreciate you slapping down papers before you finish school."

Jungkook snickered, tucking his tongue in his cheek roguishly. "Can't they understand I have to snatch this ass as soon as possible to make people back off?"

Your hands slipped down to his jaw, fitting it in your palms, his silvery-blond stands wrapped around your fingertips. "They'll back off my door once they hear you screaming my name."

You leaned in, but Jungkook stopped you, brown orbs glittering with mischief to get in one more quip.

"I doubt it," he purred.

Yeah.

Jungkook was right.

Ah, well.

You seized his face and kissed him again, fuck, such malleable lips just pleading to be bitten by you, gazing up his nose and to his beautiful eyes, his soft skin in your hands, clenching his jaw under your power, letting you have it, letting you control it and him. You felt him scramble and throw his denim jacket off, dumping it onto your couch to cup your cheeks with his hands, sighing in satisfaction as you inhaled him. Your tongue lazily traced the outskirts of his lips, hearing the rattle of his beaded bracelets by your ears, amused, knowing they were his good luck charms.

"They bring good luck," he had answered when you saw them for the first time.

You remembered tilting your head at the wooden beads on his slim wrists. "You trying to get your dick sucked or something?"

He had broken out in a loud guffaw. Nudged you with his elbow, cheeky smile on his lips.

"Never gonna say no to getting my dick sucked."

"Mhm, cool, where's my painting of the flaccid dick?"

From then on, you noticed he wore the same wooden, beaded bracelets every time he came to your apartment.

Hmm.

Now, your hands falling from his face, yanking his shirt from his pants, annoyed it was getting caught, and then Jungkook fitted his hands around your ass and lifted you easily, breaking the kiss, a moment for you to bear witness to his arms flexing – holy fuck, that’s sexy – right one covered in tattoos. Images and script, with one catching your eye, a string of words running up the inside of his upper arm. One you recognized because you had those words written on your bedroom wall, on a canvas hanging above your bed. A canvas you made, background a chaotic mess of varying dark red brushstrokes, the black script in the center, written by your hand.

The exact black script with your flourishes and ticks, now tattooed on the inside of his right arm.

Your eyes drifted to Jungkook's face and his naughty smirk, pleased to be found out. Your lips formed the sentence slowly, in awe of his audacity.

"The devil knows my name."

the devil knows my name.

Hung above your bed, where all manner of marvelous sinful acts were performed.

Jungkook grinned deviously. "I saw it. I wanted it on me."

Wanted it on him.

Oh, fuck.

Did he know? Could he guess?

"Who's the devil?" you whispered, smile widening, matching his.

Jungkook reached down, yanking his t-shirt out of his jeans and pulling it up and over his head, revealing the body he sculpted himself, tan skin taut over hard muscle, toned and...

"You're the devil, of course," he snickered.

Yours.

"Ding dong daeng," you sing-songed.

How many people have been on your bed, head pulled back by your hand, blinking hard, trying to read the words on your wall through waves of forced ecstasy? Gasping them out, ending with a question, inquiring for an answer.

The devil knows my name?

And you, leaning forward, haunting whisper in their ears, yes, she does, before pushing their face down into the sheets.

"All those love letters not good enough for you, Jungkook?" you breathed, running your hands over his bare chest, spreading your fingers, letting your exhale out through your teeth. His eyes on you, torso trembling, hairs raising, feeling your nails dance up, up, raking over his collarbones and neck, leaving little pink lines of intensity.

"They're not you," he whispered. His hands brushing over yours, outlining your fingers, eyes darkening as you pushed him back into your sofa, lowering your head. "You, the one they talk about..." Your lips on his hot skin, kissing softly, tongue so slight that it made him whimper. "You, the one they look for..." His voice, deep and rumbling, vibrating your lips, pitching as you bit and sucked, leaving small hickeys. "You, the one whose bed I sit on, wondering who else has been there, wondering why it's not me, when I make myself available to you, so easy to prey on, but you let me be..." Your lips closing around his dark brown nipple, scraping your teeth against it, making him squirm and look down at you, you and your self-satisfied, ravenous smirk.

"I let you read them," Jungkook whimpered, blond strands curled around his cheeks, chest shuddering at your nail flicking his other nipple while your mouth worked the other. "Let you see everything they want to do to me and you still didn't know."

You chuckled darkly. "What's there to know?" you mused, sticking your tongue out and pressing it against the now hard pink-tinged nub, receiving small whines of pleasure as your reward. "It's obvious what you wanted. I was right in front of you. All you had to do was say something."

Jungkook frowned as you sat up, tongue in cheek, half-grinning.

"Look at you."

You crossed your arms and pulled your pink cropped sweatshirt up and over your head, dropping it to the floor. Casually running a hand through the top of your hair to pull it away from your face, gazing down at shirtless Jungkook covered in your red bites, cocking your head with a smirk. He raised an eyebrow, eyes roaming over your figure and the curve of your breasts molded to smooth black satin.

"You look like you eat hearts for breakfast," he murmured, admiration in his tone.

The side of your lips quirked further upwards.

"And yet you wanna love me."

Jungkook grinned. "I don't want to. I already do."

And then he was the one to pull you to him, kissing you hungrily, you immediately turning it into your favor, your pace, his tongue commanded by yours as he unhooked your bra, moaning into your mouth, rubbing your exposed nipples with his palms, unable to do much as you pushed him into the couch again, guiding his tongue down with your teeth and running the tip of yours over his wet muscle once more, trickling saliva into his throat and onto his chin and neck, messy and lewd.

"The devil knows your name," you sighed into his mouth, feeling him knead your breasts, thumbs brushing over your hard nipples, tendrils of pleasure making your skin tingle. "And now the devil takes what she wants."

You saw the sides of his lips curve upwards as you backed up to strip the rest of your clothes, amused at Jungkook eagerly following suit and unbuttoning his jeans.

"Can't wait to flaunt how hot you are?" you laughed, reaching down to the shelf under the side table where a ceramic R2-D2 cookie jar sat.

"Do you think I'm hot?" Jungkook haughtily accused before gawking at your waist to ass ratio, his hands slowing, pants stopped to his knees in his distraction.

You gently took off the head of R2-D2 and plucked a condom from it. Some guy told you once that you couldn't like Star Trek and Star Wars at the same time and you told him to shut the fuck up as you slapped his nuts. He begged you to do it again. You fondly patted R2-D2's head after you fitted it back.

You straightened to see Jungkook on your couch with his hard dick on display.

You looked him dead in the eye. "You think I'd let you borrow my laptop if I thought you were ugly?"

Jungkook broke out of his trance and shrugged, finally yanking his calves – holy shit, his calves and thighs were muscular as fuck – out of his jeans, underwear and socks gone with them.

"Maybe you pitied my grades."

"I'd just pay for you to go to the library and fuck off, dumbass," you muttered, pushing his hands aside and ripping the condom open, drinking in the delicious sight of his throbbing red cock dripping pre-cum, his balls just waiting for – fuck it, you got down on your knees and wrapped your tongue around his length, Jungkook sputtering and gasping at your suddenness. Fuck, he smelled and tasted fucking good, clean and velvety to your lips enclosing around the head and sliding down, using one hand to scoop up his balls. Made eye contact with him again.

Jungkook breathed your name hesitantly.

Your tongue slid out of your lips and you jammed his cock all the way down your throat, slathering his balls wetly with your whisking tongue, circling around one and then the other, long expansive strokes that went past the girth of his cock, your pink tongue visible to him. Jungkook's pupils blew wide with shock, moans catching in his throat, whole body shivering, trying desperately not to look away even through you could tell he wanted to throw himself into your sofa and fucking lose it.

"Oooooooh, fuck, that's amazing.... Holy shit, your tongue is everything...."

You chuckled and pulled your head back, satisfied with his reaction. He seemed slightly disappointed until you rolled down the condom, cracking your neck.

"I think I've given enough." You stood up, getting back on top of him and his glorious thighs. "Time for you to be taken."

Jungkook smirked.

You smirked wider and more wickedly.

The sky-blue memo was crumpled into a ball, fallen to your hardwood floor.

Held him with two fingers, ugh, the weight of his cock, fuck yes, and those beautiful dark chocolate eyes, Jungkook, you dumbass, cursing that he didn't tell you sooner so that you could watch him groan and throw his head back like he was right now, gasping at your tightness, your name torn from his throat as you took in every centimeter of him, every pulsing vein and contour of his wonderful cock, stupid Jungkook and his attractive self not using his damn words so you could ride him like you were right now, setting up a fast, bruising pace. Your fingers dug into the back of the couch as you bucked your hips into his violently, keeping yourself tight because you were so fucking wet, fuck, so wet for Jeon Jungkook and his idiotic self, asking for internet to do his school assignments and not asking for his dick to be used as your fucking joystick.

Dumbass.

"Oh fuck," Jungkook gasped. "Oh, fuck, you're so wet and tight, shit, shit, shit..."

"Tell me something I haven't heard before," you chuckled, only half-meaning it, waving your entire body to deliver a particularly hard smack to his crotch, Jungkook whimpering under you, his hands flying to your upper arms and clutching them, trying to hold on to your wildness.

"Holy fuck, you have some hard biceps," he blurted out, startled at the prominent muscle.

Well, you haven't heard that one before.

"Guess that's what happens when you jack off a lot of dick," you mused nonchalantly.

You ticked your head to Jungkook's arms – delicious – and he frowned at you, opening his mouth to protest and you cut him off by shoving two fingers into his lips, pressing them down into the wet warmth, grinning maniacally as you watched him struggle with your fingers rubbing his tongue and his cock getting assaulted by you aggressively slamming your hips down and clamping around his stiffness, tighter, faster, whines of your name in his throat, head falling back onto the couch with a flump. You were careful not to push your fingers too far.

Getting vomited on wasn't really on your sexual activities bingo card.

Jungkook was, however, drooling down his chin and neck, and you pulled back to grab his shoulder with your wet hand – oh, fuck, his shoulder, what a lovely shape – and Jungkook wheezed for breath, you ignoring it as you focused all your energy on fucking the life out of him, dirty squelches and smacks of hips on hips, staring down at his abs and v-line, all his hard work at the gym on display, his hands still on your upper arms as he raised his hips to meet yours, needily moaning for you to destroy him with your pace.

Damn, maybe you would have sent him a love letter if you had seen him naked at least once.

"A-Ask me to cum for you," Jungkook finally got out, voice hoarse from breathing so hard for so long.

"You're going to anyway," you taunted.

"Want you to ask," he whined, almost pouting. "Tell me to do it."

You gazed into his eyes, into those brown irises overtaken by black pupils, him a top spinning by your hand, your plaything commanded by your body, pussy clenching around his twitching cock, spurred on from his pleading tone, giving him a devious and wicked grin, speaking to his swollen lips, the devil knows your name, Jungkook, and him moaning back, fuck yes she does, so close, so fucking close, unashamedly barreling towards your release, power in your veins and under you, his muscles rippling as he fucked you back, amplifying every thrust.

"Jungkook."

"Y-Yes?"

"Say it."

Brown eyes locked with yours.

"I love you. Marry me."

You smirked.

"Cum for me."

A half-second and then you let go, letting the feeling rush in and envelop you, the moment held back to torture him, and now you felt it all, already at the tipping point, strained moan as your orgasm crashed into you, shudders all over and falling, sitting all the way down in his lap to experience the throbbing ache of your core giving out and spilling onto his cock and balls in rapid bursts, viscous and sweet. The scent of sex mixing with blackberry and spiced vanilla, his length jerking inside you, and only then did you hear Jungkook crying out your name over and over, the roar in your ears fading out to his shivering moans, hands sliding up and down your arms, eyes closing and lost in the pleasure of your pussy squeezing out his cum. His touch travelling down to your waist, pulling you to him.

Messy, soft kisses, your name and curses mixed together.

"It's me, right?"

You smiled into his mouth that was still asking questions.

"Please let it be me. You'll let me love you for real, right?"

Pushing your hair back, his sweaty blond locks sticking to your face.

"Because I already do, can't stop, won't stop–"

"Yeah, Jungkook, funnily enough I figured that from the first kiss already," you chuckled, running your fingers through his ash blond hair and pulling his head back lightly, seeing him pout, the mole underneath his lower lip peeking out.

"But..."

"Hm?"

His voice suddenly small, vulnerable, his semi-hard dick still inside you.

"Do you love me?"

You lifted a brow. "What kind of dumbass question is that?" You grabbed his arm and pressed your nail into his tattoo of your words, drawing a pink scratch under them, making him gasp. "How can I not love you? Fuck, that's the sexiest thing I've ever seen, my handwriting tattooed onto you. Yes, I love you, Jungkook."

Jungkook's jaw dropped.

This fool is still shocked after all this?

You reached down and held the condom down as you lifted yourself off, yanking him to his feet, pushing Jungkook to your coffee table, right in front of the pile of letters with his name all over them. You picked up your laptop and pushed it onto his chest, forcing him to hold it, him still confused, mildly stunned, not knowing what the fuck was happening.

Then you made him half-straddle your coffee table and yanked off the condom.

"Um–"

Grabbed his cock and started furiously jacking him off.

"Oh, f-fuck!"'

And then he realized what you were doing, the sheer wrongness of it, getting harder and harder with every second, throbbing in your hand.

"You're just like them," you chuckled through exerted breath.

Faster, rougher, tighter, Jungkook clutching your laptop, his larger frame leaning against yours, head thrown back so far that his blond hair was brushing your shoulder, moaning lustfully as he thrusted his hips into your grip. White pooled onto the purple-red tip of his abused cock, far too sensitive to be jacked off this hard right after orgasm, but Jungkook begged you not to stop, streams of residual cum running down your slicked fingers.

"Always looking for your fix from the addiction that's me," you whispered into his ear, laced with an authoritative growl.

You saw Jungkook's head lower out of your periphery, eyes opening, staring at the colorful envelopes with his name printed on them, the cute stickers and neat handwriting, panting your name, tendons and veins standing out on his neck, sweat beading on his tan skin.

A low, dangerous chuckle rising in his throat.

"There's a difference between them and me."

You felt his cock twitch in your hand, ridiculously hard at what you two were about to do.

"They're not going to get their fix."

Jungkook shuddered against you, jerking his hips forward, thick white strings splattering all over the pastel paper as you watched, fascinated, the scent of his cum saturating the air and the envelopes, drops soaking and smearing the carefully written ink, time wasted and defiled.

"I am," he moaned, twisting his body on your arms, leaning down to kiss you hungrily as you squeezed his cock, draining it all out, all over your coffee table and coating your hand, stained with Jeon Jungkook's love letter to you.

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