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#my art#art of chel#sketch#doodle#fan art#kaiba 2008#that episode was upsetting#this series was very interesting#really liked the world building#the second half was confusing and felt fairly rushed though#masaaki yuasa is super brilliant though
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I'm begging y'all to read this book đđ
---Excerpts under the cut--
Giddy from a rare sense of accomplishment, and swept along by a rush of something that was either optimism or masochism, I unlocked my phone and pinged a message to Oliver: do fake boyfriends fake text
Iâm not sure what I was expecting in return, but what I got was Not when one of them is due in court. Including the punctuation. Which was mildly better than no reply at all, but mildly worse than a flat no since heâd basically said âNo, thanks, also donât forget Iâve got a better job than you.â
It was close to nine that evening, and I was eating kung po chicken in my socks, when he followed it up with Sorry to keep you waiting. Iâve thought about it and we probably should text each other for the sake of verisimilitude.
I left him hanging for a while to show that I, also, had important life stuff to be getting on with. Never mind that I actually watched four episodes of Bojack Horseman and had a vindictive wank before replying Sorry to keep you waiting and no wonder youâre single if the second text you send a guy includes the word verisimilitude
There was no reply. Even though I sat around âtil half one definitely not caring. I was unexpectedly de-sleeped by a buzzing from my phone at 5:00 a.m.: My apologies. Next time, Iâll send a photograph of my penis.
And then several further buzzings.
That was a joke.
I should probably make it clear that Iâm not intending to send you any pictures.
Iâve never sent that sort of thing to anybody.
As a lawyer, itâs hard not to be aware of the potential consequences.
I was awake now, which normally Iâd have found profoundly objectionable. But youâd have to be a way better person than me not to enjoy the hell out of Oliver losing his shit over a purely hypothetical dick pic.
I also realise youâre probably asleep at the moment. So perhaps if you could just delete the previous five messages when you wake up.
Of course, I should emphasise that I am not meaning to imply any judgment about people who do choose to send intimate photographs to one another. Itâs just not something Iâm comfortable with.
Of course if it is something youâre comfortable with, I understand.
Not that Iâm suggesting you have to send me a picture of your penis.
Oh God, can you please delete every text Iâve ever sent you.
The influx of messages paused just long enough that I could pop off a reply. Sorry Iâm confused am I getting a dick pic or what
No!
There was another pause. Then, Iâm very embarrassed, Lucien. Please donât make it worse.
I honestly donât know what possessed me. Maybe I felt sorry for him. But he had kind of, admittedly accidentally, made my morning? Iâm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow
Thank you.
Okay, now I wish I hadnât bothered. Except a second or two later, I got: Iâm looking forward to seeing you too.
...
And while that felt better, it was, if anything, even more confusing.
âThereâs still time to catch the last Tube,â he went on, âor I can call you a cab, if you like.â
âItâs fine. I can grab an Uber if I need to.â
âIâd rather you didnât. Their business model is deeply unethical.â
I rolled my eyes. âI think weâve just worked out why nobodyâs going out with you.â
âBecause I donât use Uber? That seems fairly specific.â
âBecause youâve got an opinion about everything.â
âDonât most people have opinions?â
At least I wasnât thinking about kissing him anymore. âI donât mean opinions like âI enjoy cheese.â Or âJohn Lennon is overrated.â I mean opinions like âYou shouldnât use Uber because of the workersâ and âYou shouldnât eat meat because of the environment.â You know, opinions that make people feel bad about themselves.â
He blinked. âI donât want anyone to feel bad about themselves or that they have to make the same choices I doââ
âOliver, you just told me not to get an Uber.â
âActually, I said Iâd rather you didnât get an Uber. You can still get an Uber if you want to.â
âYeahââsomehow weâd got all close again, making me aware of the heat of him, the shapes his mouth made when he was arguing with meââexcept youâll look down on me if I do.â
âNo, I wonât. Iâll accept you donât have the same priorities I do.â
âBut your priorities are clearly right.â
His brow furrowed. âI think now Iâm confused. If you agree with me, whatâs the problem?â
âOkay.��� I drew in a calming breath. âLet me try to explain. Most of the people who arenât you understand that capitalism is exploitative and climate change is a problem and that choices we make can support things that are bad or unjust. But we survive by a precarious strategy of not thinking about it. And reminding us of that makes us sad, and we donât like being sad, so we get angry.â
âOh.â He looked crestfallen. âI can see that being terribly unappealing.â
âItâs also kind of admirable,â I admitted reluctantly. âIn a really infuriating way.â
âI donât mean to cherry-pick, but did you just call me admirable?â
âYou must have imagined it. And now, ironically, Iâll have to get an Uber because I canât make the train and Iâve got no cash for a cab.â
He cleared his throat. âYou could stay the night if you wanted.â
âWow, you are seriously committed to me not supporting Uberâs business model.â
âNo, I just thought it might be⌠That is.â A self-conscious little shrug. âFor the sake of verisimilitude.â
âWho do you think is going to notice where I sleep? Do you think weâre being monitored by the FBI?â
âI believe surveillance outside the United States is more likely to be carried out by the CIA, but actually I was mostly considering the paparazzi.â
That was a fair point. Theyâd caught me leaving various peopleâs houses on various mornings down the years.
âAnd it would be no inconvenience,â he added awkwardly. âI have a spare toothbrush, and can sleep on the sofa.â
âI canât make you sleep on the sofa in your own house.â
âI canât make you sleep on the sofa when youâre a guest.â
There was a long silence.
âWell,â I pointed out, âif neither of us can sleep on the sofa, then either I go home orâŚâ
Oliver faffed with a sleeve of his jumper. âI think weâre mature enough to share a bed without incident.â
If you're not reading Boyfriend Material by Alexis Hall, you should be. I'm a 100 pages in and in absolute splits. Top-tier British queer comedy. đđ
(I'm also convinced the character the protag is trying to hook up with is autistic as hell.)
âNo. God no. My motherâs French.â
âAh. Lucien, then.â He said it perfectly, too, with the half-swallowed softness of the final syllable, smiling at meâthe first full smile Iâd seen from him, and shocking in its sweetness. âVraiment? Vous parlez français?â
Thereâs really no excuse for what happened next. I think maybe I just wanted him to keep smiling at me. Because for some reason I said, âOui oui. Un peu.â
And then, to my horror, he rattled off God knew what.
Leaving me to scrape the bottom of the barrel of my GCSE French, for which Iâd received a D. âUmâŚum⌠Je voudrais aller au cinema avec mes amis? Ou est la salle de bain?â
Utterly perplexed, he pointed. So I was obliged to go the bathroom.
When I slunk back, he immediately confronted me with âYou donât speak French at all, do you?â
âNo.â I hung my head. âI mean, my mother used both when I was growing up, but I still turned out stubbornly monolingual.â
âThen why didnât you just say that?â
âIâŚdonât know. I guess I assumed you didnât speak French either?â
âWhy on earth would I imply I could speak French, when I couldnât?â
I stuffed a teetering forkful of pie into my mouth. âYouâre right. That would be a deranged thing to do.â
#this guy is killing it at autism rep like#has any clearly autistic guy been this fuckin adorable#i love these two so much already#british media is so different to us media. brit media is realer and earthier and honestly vastly funnier#alexis hall#boyfriend material#spoilers#queer lit#queer romcom#queer media#autistic representation#knee of huss
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A Skeptical Birthday
Yesterday was @fungusfangs birthday~and while I wanted to have this ready by then it became a little too long to finish on time but I finished it all the same X3
Make sure you all wish her a very happy birthday cuz she's awesome and so is the wonderful art that often inspires my kink fics and drive <3
Since we've been talking about Skep and Geten a lot lately I decided to make a platonic kink fic with these bois for the occasion~
âUnnngh...I can already feel the sugar crash,â Skeptic groaned out. He slumped back and gently patted his tummy. It was pushing out subtly but noticeably underneath his turtleneck.
Skeptic put a fist against his mouth and half-stifled a deep burp behind his clenched teeth. He subtly blew the gas off from the corner of his mouth and huffed.
âUnf...I still don't know why I let you talk me into eating so much goddamn cake...â
The response he got from next to him on the couch was a much bigger burp that made him wince slightly from the volume. He turned and saw Geten groaning and rubbing his bulging belly up and down to settle the noisily churning organ. The young ice-controlling teenager was out of his jacket and boots, instead sitting barefoot in his faint blue t-shirt and trousers. There were smears of frosting over his mouth and some residual frosting on his fingers.
â...Oooohhh my belly...â groaned Geten in a much groggier way than Skeptic. Whereas Skeptic's bloat was subtle~Geten's was prominent enough to push his trousers down a little and expose more of his hips and lower tummy. Between the two Geten definitely ate a good amount more than Skeptic and was paying the price for it.
Geten's shirt was even lifted up so the boy could really rub into his bare belly.
â...I didn't know it would be that heavy...â
â...Have you never~urfff~b-baked a cake before?â Skeptic groaned out then brought a fist up and huffed into it breathlessly.
Geten hiccuped and covered his mouth with a groan then shook his head. âF-First time,â he mumbled. âI watched a how-to video on youtube...didn't pay attention to proportion size though...â He hiccuped again which quickly devolved into a thick burp on the tail-end of it.
âOf course. Who needs to focus on such mundane details as whether or not you want your dessert to give you diabetes or not,â Skeptic muttered.
Geten turned to Skeptic and eyed his belly with a confused albeit groggy brow raised. âYou've eaten way more than that before...â
Skeptic lifted up his own shirt to expose his tight curved out tummy. He poked the upper part of his stomach. It was taut to the touch.
âI've overindulged from time to time but with food. It's different with sweets. All that sugar doesn't sit right with anyone,â Skeptic said. And as making his point for him Skeptic's tummy gave a noisy gurgle that made Skeptic cringe and cover his mouth. For a brief moment he thought he was going to be sick. But when that feeling passed Skeptic instead gave a thick closed mouth burp that rumbled deeply in his mouth for a few seconds. âUnngh...â
His body felt a little shaky from all that sugar but more than that Skeptic just felt really drained. The crashes from sugar rushes like that tended to give him a fairly bad headache but fortunately his head wasn't throbbing nearly as much as it usually did.
"...You're not gonna be sick are you?" Geten asked sounding a little concerned. In fact there almost sounded like a tinge of guilt in his voice.
Skeptic huffed while his tummy gave an unpleasant burble. He sat up and hunched forward a little while the contents of his belly sloshed a little thickly inside of him. He half-muffed a burp behind his clenched teeth. A moment later he brought a fist against his lips and gave a really big closed mouth burp that puffed his cheeks while the gas rumbled heavily inside of his mouth and left him huffing off to the side.
It was hard to tell if all that sugar really was making Skeptic sick. He definitely looked a little nauseous which despite how much worse geten seemed to feel made the boy look on nervously for some reason.
But then Skeptic clutched at his thighs opened his mouth and burped so hard that Geten could feel it in the couch.
Skeptic sighed heavily and lazily slumped back onto the couch in a relieved daze.
"...God I needed that," Skeptic moaned while running his hand through his perfect albeit excessively long bangs.
"So you're not gonna be sick?" Geten asked a little hopefully.
Skeptic just wearily nodded which made geten immediately sigh in relief for some reason. But why would he care...?
Despite the heavy feeling and crash he too was experiencing, Geten pushed himself up from the couch. Skeptic could actually hear the digesting cake in Geten's tummy slosh around rather noisily when he got up. This caused a really meaty burp to erupt out of Geten which he didn't even try to hold back. He patted his belly and burped again. This time a fair deal longer which left him sighing in relief and rubbing his tummy up and down in satisfaction.
âWhere're you going?â Skeptic asked in confusion.
Geten smacked his lips and approached the communal fridge. He pulled out a carton of nice cold milk and a tall cup.
â...You're shitting me,â Skeptic muttered dryly.
Geten shrugged. â...Can't have cake without milk...it just feels weird.â He poured himself a tall glass of milk then held it up to Skeptic. âThought you might like some too?â
Skeptic's brow raised behind his perfectly conditioned bangs. He really wasn't looking to add anything else to his already heavy-feeling tummy. But a cool glass of milk didn't sound bad after downing almost half an entire cake by himself. Plus after that massive burp that Skeptic let out his stomach was definitely feeling a lot sour and groggy than it had been.
So he just grunted in acknowledgement.
Geten returned and handed off the glass he poured to the older villain while he sat down with the carton itself. Rather than pour himself a cup he just drank straight from the carton.
Only drank was too charitable a word~Geten chugged that thing down.
Skeptic watched on not even a little surprised while the youngest MLA member slugged that creamy vitamin-filled beverage down so heartily that his throat throbbed in and out with each rather wet and audible gulp he gave.
How the kid could keep filling his belly up when it was already so full Skeptic just assumed was due to his rather wild nature. After all, the boy was chugging so hard that milk was dribbling down his chin and spilling onto his shirt. He just didn't seem to care much at all. Not even while his belly continued to swell little by little.
â...Cheers,â Skeptic said sarcastically and drank from his own glass. He had to admit~it definitely felt good having something nice and cool flowing down his throat and pooling in his tummy after all that cake. It was quite refreshing. Though the way Skeptic's belly gurgled suggested it was definitely sitting a little heavy.
Skeptic downed his glass at a faster rate than he would have liked but milk wasn't something he was keen to nurse. So he downed his glass in one go. Skeptic set the empty glass onto the coffee table in front of the couch then gave a wet burp~he was far too full to bother holding them in at this point.
Geten meanwhile downed a good portion of the carton in one go and panted like a wild animal when he pulled the carton aside. Milk was dribbling out from his fangs and onto his shirt and even bigger tummy while he caught his breath.
Silently Skeptic counted down to himself and just as he predicted~soon as he silently counted down to 'one' a huge raunchy burp bellowed aggressively out of Geten's mouth. He clutched his engorged tummy firmly in his hands and forced as much gas out from his belly all at once as he could manage~stretching his eructation on in the process.
â...Its like I have a psychic quirk,â droned Skeptic sarcastically while he rang out his ear with his long index finger.
Geten gasped heartily and breathed heavily for a few seconds until he palmed the side of his jiggling belly and knocked loose a thick after burp. âUnf...ohhh...â
âFilling your stomach up with milk after downing over half an entire cake turned out to be a stupid idea? I'm stunned,â Skeptic muttered. Then he winced in discomfort while his own tummy churned in a sickly kind of bubbly way. Skeptic raised his shirt again and gently rubbed his belly up and down. It definitely felt a little heavier simply due to how all that digesting cake reacted to the milk.
In contrast Geten's much larger tummy was churning up a storm that left him writhing in discomfort. But Skeptic could only scoff.
âY'know I'll admit that I don't exactly have the best self control. Being around that half-charred man-whore might be rubbing off on me...â Skeptic remarked and groaned miserably to himself not because of the ache in his belly but because his mind caught the accidental innuendo of his sentence. â...Still why did you decide to start baking all of the sudden? You've never shown any interest in cooking. Just stuffing your bratty lil face. So what gives?â
Geten shifted around a bit and looked away almost shyly.
â...W-Well...â he started to say but cut himself off with an incredibly beefy closed mouth burp that ballooned his cheeks out. And was very quickly followed with a lower longer closed mouth burp. âUnf...m'gassy...â
âIn other news~the sky is blue and Dabi is king of the sluts...so anyway. What's the deal, kid? Why are you going Snowcone Bakery on me?â
Geten huffed the gas off to the side while gently stroking his tummy. Still he kept his eye contact away from Skeptic.
â...I noticed we didn't do anything for your birthday this year...â
âOf course not. You don't even know when my birthday is. That's kinda the point,â Skeptic replied as if that was painfully obvious. âWe're not exactly running a summer camp anyway.â
â...I know but...I just...I thought it might be nice. You've been working extra hard with everything going on so...y-y'know...â
Skeptic blinked under his bangs with surprise.
He and Geten didn't exactly get along. In fact Skeptic didn't really get along with most of the MLA~something Slide-n-Go could attest to more painfully than anyone.
But despite that Geten actually took the time to learn how to make a cake for the occasion. Not a great cake but good enough that Skeptic overindulged on the stuff enough to have a pretty bad tummyache. And Skeptic couldn't help feeling a little touched.
â...Maybe go for smaller proportions next time. If it's just us then don't let our shit tier self control get the better of us,â Skeptic insisted.
Geten looked back at Skeptic and seemed to pick up on what Skeptic was actually saying~he wouldn't mind if they did this kind of thing again.
â...Oh...o-okay,â Geten said with a soft little smile on his face. That was as close to a 'thank you' as he was going to get but he'd take it.
âAlso wipe your face you're a mess,â Skeptic insisted while gingerly running his hand up and down his aggressively gurgling tummy.
âS-Sorry,â Geten muttered and wiped his face clean with a nearby napkin.
âStomach feeling any better at least?â Skeptic asked.
A painful sounding gurgle erupted from Geten's hefty looking tummy all but answering Skeptic's question for him. Geten held his bubbling tummy firmly in one hand and gave another strong forceful burp that caused some drool to fly from his fangs. And it was immediately followed with another thicker burp that left him panting again.
â...Ungh...m'sorry...I'm being gross aren't I...â he muttered a little shamefully.
âYes you are,â Skeptic replied dismissively.
But to Geten's surprise the villain hit his chest and let out a long throaty burp of his own. An impressive one at that. Even Skeptic was left a little surprised and relieved getting that one out~even patting his belly with satisfaction after.
Geten gave a small chuckle. â...H-Heh...nice one...â
"Nothing compared to the one I let out earlier," Skeptic said casually.
"Yeah but this was one was on command. That's even more impressive," Geten replied. Then his small smile turned a little competitive. â...I can still do a way louder one though...â
âAnd I'm sure you will. C'mere,â Skeptic replied equally dismissively.
Geten was confused but nonetheless scooted a little closer.
Then his face turned strawberry red when Skeptic placed his long delicate fingers over Geten's curved out belly and started to rub it.
â...W-What are you doing...?!â
âYou took the time to make me a cake. Only fair I help ease your stomachache a lil bit,â Skeptic insisted and rolled his eyes with an annoyed grunt. â...I'm kinda getting used to this thanks to that patchwork dildo-for-brains...â
Skeptic had large hands so his palm alone covered a good bit of Geten's warm, soft tummy~even in its glutted state. He very softly started to caress circles across the upper center of Geten's very bloated belly which made the boy sigh slowly and grow a little more relaxed.
â...O-Ohhhh...th-that's...that's nice...â Geten mumbled quietly.
âI know it is,â Skeptic replied matter-of-factly.
He stroked up and down that smooth churning curvature to the tighter peak of Geten's stomach and down to his delicately soft lower tummy. It was refreshing rubbing someone's tummy and not worrying about rubbing over any surgical staples truth be told. The more he rubbed the more Geten's strain seemed to lessen. It was definitely helping to relax his stomach muscles more which was no doubt causing a lot of the cramping.
Skeptic's long thin fingertips kneaded into Geten's oh-so-soft tummy pushing into the sloshy bloat and feeling it gurgle beneath him. âJeez. At this point I can't tell if you're more full of cake or milk,â Skeptic observed given that he was able to lightly jiggle Geten's belly.
Everything inside of him sloshed heavily from the jostle which made the boy hiccup then burp deeply after.
âYou know you're usually a lot more quiet than this...â Skeptic remarked while he rubbed.
â...m'sorry...can't help it,â Geten mumbled a little embarrassed due to Skeptic constantly remarking on his outbursts.
âNo it's fine. Better to get it out than let it sit and make yourself sick. Last thing I want is you puking cake and milk everywhere. That would be the honest to god worst...â Skeptic muttered with quiet dignified dread.
He palmed at Geten's belly feeling around for any especially tense area. There was a more noticeably bubbly sensation just around Geten's belly button. So Skeptic placed his palm squarely on the younger boys navel and dug his fingers around that fleshy area deeply. Then he pushed down slowly but firmly so as not to apply all the pressure at once.
A thick gurgle bubbled forth from Geten's belly and slowly rose up his gullet and throat. Geten clenched his eyes shut when he felt a rush of pressure building in his chest. Then he threw his head back and let out one of the loudest burps Skeptic had ever heard from the boy. It blasted from past his lips so hard that not only did some drool fly past his fangs but Skeptic would swear he could literally feel Geten's tummy ripple just ever so slightly in the wake of that monster.
Geten practically went cross-eyed after that one. He was left huffing and puffing while his bloated but just slightly deflated tummy rose and fell with each exhausted breath he gave.
âFaaah...hhhaaaahh...ohhhh my god that was... uuuUAAAAARRRRHP!!!â Geten tried to speak but interrupted himself with a raucous after burp.
Skeptic could feel there was still some residual gas pent up even after getting such a big one out. So he continued kneading over Geten's belly causing the boy to let out a couple more impressive burps until an especially long one finally gave him the relief he was seeking.
âThere. Better?â Skeptic asked.
âStill feel more...but it definitely doesn't hurt as much,â Geten replied sleepily.
âWell that's good enough so screw it. I'm sure you can work anything else out yourself,â Skeptic said while he continued to idly rub Geten's tummy. It burbled more softly than it had been moments earlier.
Geten yawned heartily and unintentionally leaned against Skeptic's torso.
â...Mmmm...so how close of a guess was it?â Geten asked in an increasingly sleepy tone.
âHuh?â
âFor your birthday I mean. I figure it probably wasn't today but was I at least close?â
Skeptic smirked a little. âYou can always try again and find out.â He replied and almost playfully patted geten's tummy when he said that.
The boy hiccuped from the pat and nodded. By the time he passed out from a proper food coma he was kind of snuggling against Skeptic.
Surprisingly though the older man didn't push him off or make some snide remark. He just smirked a little more softly and continued to idly rub Geten's tummy while lightly massaging his own.
Heh heh. Thanks for making my birthday suck marginally less for once, kid...
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Growing Into Your Own
Diavolo | Obey Me!
Muscle growth, muscle worship, macro
Warning, NSFW
Your time spent with Diavolo was always some of your favorite. When you first arrived, little did you realize that the Lord of the Devildom would quickly become not only one of your closest friends, but even something a little more.
It wasn't uncommon for Diavolo to summon you to his opulent home for coffee, tea, or simply to spend the evening talking with you. Barbatos never seemed to mind the extra company, likely because it was good for the Master of the house to have someone else to talk to. That, and you were fairly good about cleaning up after yourself.
Today was no different. Diavolo had summoned you to his office to chat while he finished paperwork. Something seemed slightly off, however. You were never really one to notice the smaller details, but you couldn't help but take note at every time Diavolo tugged at his collar or attempted to pull his sleeves down.
"Dia, is something wrong? You've been tugging at your suit a ton since I got here," you asked, curious. He simply smiled.
"Ah, no no. Nothing's wrong. It's just...a touch tight. I suppose Barbatos must have shrunk it in the wash!"
"I assure you, I did not such thing Master Diavolo," Barbatos stated, entering the room to refill Diavolo's tea. "There is...another matter of concern. Perhaps our guest should depart so we might discuss this matter privately?"
Diavolo seemed ready to protest, but a sharp glance from Barbatos quieted him before he had the chance. He sighed. "I suppose it is getting late. I'll see you again tomorrow, yes? We can have one of those 'slumber parties' you said humans like to have!"
You laughed, but Diavolo simply beamed his bright smile. With no reason to protest, you gathered your things and headed back to the House of Lamentation. You couldn't help but wonder what exactly the two needed to discuss, however. Even more confusing is how it could possibly be related to Diavolo's clothing being tight.
"I'll be Barbatos just didn't wanna admit he messed up in front of ya," Mammon said at dinner that night. "Dude's obsessed with perfection, he just didn't want ya to think he was anythin' less than perfect."
Mammon squealed as Lucifer smacked him in the back of the head with a rolled up paper.
"There is a good enough reason why they needed to discuss matters without a human present, Mammon. It has little to do with perfection. It simply is not their business, or yours for that matter."
"Then you know what they're talking about?" You asked, knowing that Lucifer wouldn't tell you even if he did know. The frown that settled on his face was answer enough.
"Unfortunately," he replied, "Whatever this issue is it is one they've decided does not concern me. It is worth stating that Diavolo has been complaining about his clothing for some time now, at least a week. I'm surprised that it just now became an actual issue. Regardless, we all need to keep our noses out of royal Devildom business. Am I understood?"
You and all the brothers gave a quick nod. Lucifer smiled, and dinner continued. Despite everything, you couldn't shove the issue out of your head. In a way it was almost exciting to think about all the possibilities. Your mind raced with theories as you drifted off to sleep.
You returned to Diavolo's castle later the next day, only to be greeted by the towering demon dressed in a dragon onesie.
"What do you think?" he asked, turning around to show off the fine details, "I heard that humans dress in fun nightwear for events such as these, so I had Barbatos make this special. Is it nice?"
"I love it, Dia," you said with a smile, laughing at Diavolo's antics, "It suits you. Though, I see you more as a teddy bear than a dragon myself."
Diavolo smiled, and wrapped you in a massive hug.
Demons, on average, were already larger than humans. Even the relatively short Mammon and Asmodeus were still both slightly taller than you. Large demons like Beel and Diavolo, however, towered over you. You always considered yourself lucky that they were so kind, because you could only wonder how things would be if these two titans decided to use their size against you.
Diavolo's strong hand enveloped your own as he led you to his home theater like am excited child. He gleefully informed you of all the movies and snacks he had planned for the two of you as you both settled down into massive beanbags. Your seat didn't last long, however, as you were soon sitting comfortably in Diavolo's lap with his arms wrapped around you.
You both sat in quiet comfort watching some cheesy romcom when you felt something throb beneath you. You were taken aback- Diavolo wasn't the type to be...like that. Then you felt it again, realizing that Diavolo's legs appeared to be tensing up. Looking up to him, you noticed him wincing slightly. A small groan escaped his lips.
"Dia...? Everything ok?"
"Y-yeah. I...I think my legs are asleep is all. Let me just...urgh....stand up."
You rose from Diavolo's lap as he rose to unsteady legs. You couldn't help but feel like he looked slightly larger than before. It was subtle, but it was almost as if his onesie had begun to cling to him where it had once hung off of him.
Diavolo groaned again and nearly stumbled over as Barbatos entered the room with a new tray of food. Barbatos quickly placed the tray down and rushed to his master's side to hold him up.
"Is Dia ok, Barbatos? He seems out of it."
"The Master has simply been overworking himself recently, that's all. Exhaustion is beginning to get to him."
"No, Barbatos," Diavolo groaned, "It's finally coming, I just can't hold it back any longer. We need to be honest with them. They'll find out soon enough anyway."
"..Very well," Barbatos said, turning towards you. Diavolo sat back down as Barbatos began to speak.
"Lord Diavolo, as you are well aware, is lord of the Devildom. It is more than a title. You may consider it...something like a race. He is unlike the other demons you've met here. He is far more powerful, not simply because of his station but because he is naturally more inclined towards power. Part of his natural aging involves what you humans could almost consider a second puberty, a period of time when he finally fully matures and can be considered ready to take the crown of the Devildom for his own."
"What does...what does that actually involve?" you asked, watching Diavolo breathe heavily in his seat.
"You may have noticed the young Master tugging at his clothing recently. It's been a slow process thus far, but part of this evolution involves Lord Diavolo increasing drastically in physical size. This is no longer common knowledge, but Lord Diavolo's father was large enough to completely fill this room. Lord Diavolo will likely be that size when this process is completed, and based on what we are currently seeing, the process will be completed tonight."
"Wait, hold on! You're saying Dia is gonna completely fill this room tonight? Sure he's big, but he's nowhere close to being that big."
"It will cease being a slow process soon enough. Lord Diavolo is entering the final stage, and it will all happen relatively quickly. I recommend-"
Before Barbatos could finish, Diavolo let out a large groan. Both you and Barbatos' eyes snapped towards the demon prince as his entire body began to tremble and pulsate. The sound of tearing fabric began to fill the room as Diavolo's body began to push outwards in all directions. The onesie struggled to hold on as Diavolo's body began to tear through it, each muscle increasing in size and thickness. His feet were first to break free, tearing away Diavolo's slippers with his toes curling in seeming pain. His arms and legs followed, his swelling biceps and thighs tearing through the cloth like it was merely tissue paper. As each second passed, Diavolo's body grew larger and large with more and more muscle packing onto his steadily taller frame. His groans slowly became moans. The process was clearly no longer painful.
Sure enough, Diavolo's cock broke free of his pants and flopped about in front of him, throbbing half-erect. He breathed heavily as pre began to drip from the tip, the cock continuing to grow with his body. You felt your cheeks grow hot, embarrassed to watch the obscene display but finding yourself aroused by the process.
"L-love," Diavolo panted, his horns and wings erupting from his head and back, "p...please..."
You looked to Barbatos who was nowhere to be seen. With no one to tell you otherwise, you climbed Diavolo's powerful thighs and placed yourself atop his expanding lap. You wrapped your own legs around his cock, the entire thing reaching up to your chin, and began to stroke it gently with both hands. You carefully ran both hands over the tanned skin, feeling every muscle and tendon in the cock with care before steadily picking up the pace. The cock stood at attention, and Diavolo's entire body shuddered in response. Without thinking you placed your mouth around the tip as best as you could, and began licking. Diavolo moaned in ecstasy as the cock throbbed with newfound power in your mouth. You felt the pressure within slowly build until it erupted outwards. Unable to remove your head in time, a large amout of Diavolo's seed found its way into your mouth before you were thrown backwards from the force of the eruption. The cock continued to let loose powerful stream after stream of semen until the room was nearly completely covered in it. When the stream finally abated, you felt the massive body beneath you begin to relax.
You, however, were not finished. You rose from the cock and began to admire the rest of Diavolo's newly massive body. You ran each hand over his powerful new muscles, tracing every curve and line and taking the time to appreciate every individual muscle. Diavolo's body shuddered again as you reached his chest and rubbed each of nipples. A small moan escaped his lips. Eventually he seemed satisfied with your worship, and cupped you in a massive hand. Next thing you knew, you were sitting on his palm in front of his movie screen sized face, his golden eyes looking at you with adoration.
"Are you ok, my little love? I hope this all didn't come as too much of a shock to you."
You simply smiled, and brought your lips to his. The two of you exchanged the closest thing to a kiss you could, Diavolo's lips nearly engulfing your entire head. You pulled back and smiled at one another.
"I would like to apologize for ruining our sleep over, my love. And for...my unseemly behavior. Please do not think worse of me for it, and please know that even now I will never do anything to hurt you."
You knew. You'd known for nearly a year now that Diavolo would never harm you. If nothing else, tonight had simply shown you how much he truly cared for you. Life moving forward would be different for you both, but you never were one for doing things the normal way. You settled down in Diavolo's warm palm as something deep within your body began to shudder...
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Time for proof of concept. Meloetta being a favorite, you know I had to do this one.
General Overview Rosa...is really good. Like, insanely good. I've underestimated her somewhat.
Rosaâs buddy move conditional felt a lot worse than it winds up being. Offensive parameters can work out just fine. She actually takes hits incredibly well. Depending on her alliesâ offensive potential, she doesnât even need that much for stacking. The disruptive effects are also incredibly valuable, potentially hitting a clutch sleep, or letting confuse disrupt sides efficiently. Her tanking is much better than expected, and the moves up next do more on offensive parameters than HP. Which isnât entirely what I expected, but good for her.
The way I tended to run her is Buddy Move -> Teeter Dance -> Buddy Move -> Sync, then either straight to TM for physical, or Buddy to TMs for special. Itâs a clean rotation that pushes DPS after the sync, and rushes to the fast clear on second sync. Itâs honestly incredible, though I do think the Sprint sync matters a lot in this rotation being offensive enough. You can likely do enough without Sprint, but I like the ramping. Especially on some of these comps that heavily rely on it.
Fun fact: I never once hit Sing. Itâs a useless node here. Maybe in Gauntlet solos itâll matter, but I think it sucks. I also never did anything with the accuracy here, but I did use it to duo Bulu with Ryuki, which was a lot easier than expected. Hitting off-type 1/5 for like 13k on Shell Trap is hysterical.
Psychic Spam SS Lusamine and SS Lana are...good but I still don't love them, if I'm being truthful. My entire problem is really that their single-target DPS is garbage by today's standards, and Lusamine lacks for serious sync damage when operating off-type. Still, with Terrain and Rebuff applied, she can deal some good damage. The main issue with the team is having to select between PMUN and SMUN for Rosa's TM, since it only applies one or the other.
Fighting Spam For clarity, both Fighting types are 1/5, and Hop isn't EX. I also forgot to turn off No Stat Reduction. So this is them operating at near minimum efficiency. Rei is just stupid good, it seems. Hop helps, I guess. That's not fair, he does, I just didn't invest in him.
Goth Gals Redux Rosa's EX is predominantly black, it counts. Anyway, Ghost Team rules. It's a bit sloppy, because Cynthia and Lillie have their own issues to work through, but the team did work. This is one of those fights where Rosa's focus on the defense boosting really works to their favor, as without that, Cynthia would've dropped to sync, and Rosa herself wouldn't be much better off.
Two-Turn Move Gaming SS N is a problem and a half, but Rosa's able to really push his DPS thanks to the stacks of PMUN that apply to his ridiculous Freeze Shock. Under offensive parameters, N can perform a denial off-type just fine with nothing but Glaceon here for Ice Zone. The 50% multiplier is, I believe, a bigger benefit than the -6 Def. This fight was fairly difficult, though I fully admit the fault lies with me for having a 2/5 non-EX N. At 3/5 and fully invested his damage would be substantial enough that I think he'd be fine, and he'd likely handle surviving the AoE hit from side just fine. I did manage this with double denials, but it's close. That said, we had to do this against Hala, because Olivia boosts Def every time she's hit, and that wasn't working out.
I May Have Overdone It Okay so this was supposed to be a showcasing of SS Hilda's ability to use both physical and special moves up next, but it turns out that physical spam works a lot better, and lets Leaf get in on this. These were HP parameters. They hit a denial on the left. That's how much power you're throwing around.
Finally, A Good Electric Type I have a long, sordid history with Electric type in this game. They keep giving all the busted Electric stuff to characters I don't really like, then making the ones I do like kinda shit. Nemona got hit in that second blast, having fantastic burst damage three times, but terrible DPS. As a result, any situation in which Nemona doesn't KO on each burst is a nightmare. Off-typing, especially in the 3k meta, became something nearly impossible to manage. Until Rosa. The application of PMUN for Nemona, repeatedly, under Electric Terrain, allows her to nuke like crazy. The Sprint effect from Rosa is particularly valuable, as it allows Nemona faster access to sync bursts too, which she needs to get the proper finish on center. It's fantastic, I'm so hype about this core.
He's Still Viable Guys Anni Steven is the butt of many, many jokes, with generally good reason. However, his DPS isn't all that bad thanks to Good Form, which Rosa's buddy move pumps up with each use. I'm not going to pretend like Summer Liza isn't doing the lion's share of the work here, but I just love this Hoenn comp, it works better than you'd think. Rosa's gauge management and rapid stacking of PMUN really seals it.
Never Punished When I brought up Looker and Roxie, I was thinking about on-type. These two aren't exactly good at off-type. But look at that, they can do it. It's messy as hell, would not at all recommend this to anyone sane, but it can be done. The main issue is that Rosa has to get lucky with Sleep. Ideally, you hit sides when its their turn, and Roxie needs to Poison center first chance to keep the DPS pressure up. It's a very, very close match that met with quite a few resets, but here we are, pushing them to off-type. If you had EX Roxie it'd probably be even easier.
My Magnum Opus This is one of those teams I am going to take an absurd amount of pride in. Rosa's ability to boost crit rate complements Will's ability to copy Five Stats +3 from opponents, setting him up ridiculously well. Her confuse even lets Will get his sync multipliers in, while firing off max power Stored Power. The only problem is that the foe has +3 to the core stats, but Brycen's Haze completely removes it. The second use just before foe's sync ensures everyone survives just fine, thanks to Rosa's bulk boosting. The funniest part is, Brycen doesn't need to do much else, so you can just rotate around to fish for freeze chances. You can see here that it worked at the end, and that I was about to set up his sync on it, but Rosa's own DPS hit too hard and took out the left, leading Will to snipe right before Brycen could have his first ever confirmed kill.
Unit Teambuilding - Neo Champion Rosa
Fun fact! Meloetta is my favorite mythical Pokemon. I adore this little Vocaloid baby. So I've been anticipating the day it finally got added. I always expected more of a seasonal/PokeFair kinda deal, maybe with Lisia, but apparently we're going full-on Master Fair with Rosa. So she's gonna be good, right?
General Overview Psychic Support. An instant OHKO on my hopes for a Normal Meloetta that type shifts, but I guess the plus side is my Psychic army is ever-growing. Also, she does type shift to Fighting, and all her moves seem to be Normal, as her sync is listed with Normal-type damage modifiers, so...I don't know, theme skills are weird.
Buddy Relic Song has AoE, and gives +1 crit, +2 to a random stat, and transforms Meloetta each use, with a passive giving +1 PMUN and SMUN each transformation. Her first attack in each form applies Psychic or Fighting rebuff, she gets both, and each attack gives +1 Sp Def (Aria) or +1 Def (Pirouette). Her trainer move is a pop +2 PMUN (Pirouette) or SMUN (Aria), with +2 team speed. She is the most consistent moves up next stacker in the game, with the most consistent fast-acting stacks in the game at present for either offensive type. And that's just her base kit, with two moves. She has Potion, and changes between Sing in Aria, and Teeter Dance in Pirouette. Her grid provides options like Precision Pals, MPR1 for even more stacking, Force Field/Team Stoic to get some guaranteed defenses, Curative Confusion for passive regen, Easy Pickings for random debuffs on foes, double Potion MPR, and Go Viral in case you really need Sing to just mess with the whole team, but I actually think Go Viral sleep is detrimental at this point in my life.
Rosa's rotation is fairly clear, at least to me. Spam Buddy move out the gate, while your allies handle boosting Atk/Sp Atk by themselves. By the time they're done, you're around first sync, which Rosa takes, getting Support EX buff. She then kicks in Sprint role and ramps so you're guaranteed second sync before foe's first. Then you either use Buddy move once to get to the form you want, or go straight to TM to stack moves up, until the opponent dies. There is no mercy. Only Meloetta.
Rosa's problems, however, are just as apparent. The main one is her Buddy move conditional. She needs to "not be in a pinch." Which is that red blinking HP level around 25%. Heavy hits in CS are a massive threat to her, and if she's taking Half Healing as a parameter, which is often free money in CS, it's hard to get her back on track. She also can't reliably buff Atk/Sp Atk, which means she's excellent for top-tier self-sufficient damage dealers, but pretty bad otherwise. Also she needs partners with good DPS attacks; low DPS gets borderline nothing from her. Another flaw, and this seems to be a personal stance, is that Sing is a bad decision. Yes, I hear you, general meta theorists. Sleep is insanely powerful and broken as a status for disruption. But it also means Rosa can't queue another action before the foe re-queues, which means if she's sleep-locking, she's not doing literally anything else. It also means having to run Troublemaker as a lucky skill to hit literally anything ever, because 45% accuracy. Even with the +20 accuracy she can get from grid, which is expensive and removes her better utility, AND the Precision Pals effect on TM, that's...around 85% accuracy. Which is still far too shaky to rely on. But she doesn't get Vigilance, so you're leaving yourself wide open on crits.
Which brings us to the big flaw. My first opinion of Rosa was "this seems kinda tame." It's because her grid sucks ass. Her kit does a lot, but considering that Blue not only had a super good base kit but also got an absurd grid that gave him even further tools that were unnecessary? Rosa feels like she should be getting more than this. Her tools are underwhelming on grid, and it's hard to build anything overly cohesive out of it. And like...no built-in Vigilance? I thought we fixed this shit with Melony; if you have Sing, you want Vigilance on grid so you can take Troublemaker, otherwise you're Elio, who is bad. Melony got this, but somehow Master Fair Rosa didn't? Why? This isn't exactly a tall order if a general pool can do it. Even her ability to boost team defense is +1 per attack, similar to Blue, but without his offense debuffing and chance for flinch. They even have the audacity to make them two separate skills on opposite ends of the grid. Rosa's grid legitimately feels like one of the worst all year for very little reason.
My stance on Rosa lands somewhere between "This is the best support in the game" and "Oddly under-kitted." Depending on partner, she's either the unquestionable best partner for 3v3 content given her stacking and defensive backbone with healing, or she's accomplishing next to nothing because her kit locked her into one niche unlike NC Blue who got to do literally everything at the same time. I think if the grid were less garbage, she'd have an argument for being better than him. But as it stands, she's at home among the other Master Fair support, but I don't know if I'd call her strictly better than Bede, and certainly not better than Blue. Which is just typical Kanto bias shit. My favorite couldn't just lose to Kanto, but to Zapdos? Rude.
EX, Role, and Move Level? If you're looking at Rosa like damn. I wish I had that kind of stacking power. 1/5 has all you need. Legitimately, she's fine 1/5. EX is a good idea for the stats, given her buddy move conditional, but you only need the one copy. 3/5 is when you just get silly with the defensive backbone she doesn't need but will gladly take, and some other niche tools that don't do much because again, I do not respect her grid. The EX Role is honestly one of the most worth it things ever. Support/Sprint is one of the best combos in the game, and my pick for outright best. It's perfect pace for 3v3 metas, ensuring two syncs before foe's first even without quad queue, denial, or Adrenaline. Supremely worth it. And good news! She's the first and currently only Sprint sub-Role! So you have the cake. Choose wisely though, because there's good odds of SST Red and Aura Cynthia at the start of the year with roles, and I have a feeling Cynthia's getting Sprint.
Team 1: NC Rosa, SS Lana, SS Lusamine Alright let's start with one on-type pick each, the best of each kind. Lusamine Hours. Rosa's +1 crit is all Lusamine needs for a successful fast-ramping nuke, and the ability to stack both types of Moves Up Next means both Lana and Lusamine fire at maximum capacity at all times. With a defensive-minded grid, she is able to consistently provide what Bede could not: a serious means of survival in High Score. Potion's pop heal just doubles down on this flexibility, achieving an absolutely bonkers performance. With Lana and Lusamine already fast-ramping to Lusamine's transformation, and Meloetta's Sprint role, she even contributes meaningfully to the ongoing Psychic Ramp meta.
Team 2: NC Rosa, NC Hop, Rei "But Aura Cynthia-" redundant. Rosa stacks harder than Cynthia could ever imagine, and the rebuff is much better than duplication of Zone. And with Rei's Sprint role, welcome to fast ramp central, complete with sure-flinch lockdown and rapid defensive drops.
Team 3: NC Rosa, Anni Lillie, Renegade Cynthia Okay, time to start getting a little silly with it. NC Rosa's ability to boost team speed, as well as boosting both offenses, anchors a dual strike opportunity like Lillie and Cynthia. Anni Lillie has tremendous DPS, and adores the stacks of SMUN. Meanwhile, Cynthia has the ability to store one type of moves up for the other, including a potential explosion off of Shadow Force. Having both options at her disposal allows Cynthia to just go ballistic here.
Team 4: NC Rosa, SS N, Glaceon/Colress As alluded to in the previous set, one thing Rosa can be incredibly funny for is the 2-turn move nuke. SS N's Freeze Shock is bullshit powerful, having 300BP at base. Now consider a situation where N gets to throw out Freeze Shock, but he's loaded up with PMUN. And also there's either Zone, or there's Def debuffs. Are we really...going to argue this one? I might actually, a non-EX SS N often fails me. Two-turn damage is still a problem.
Team 5: NC Rosa, SS Hilda, Blaine/NC Leaf SS Hilda is similar to Renegade Cynthia, being extremely high damage, but having both physical and special moves available. She can DPS nuke both ways. Add in Sun, and her damage is frankly batty. It doesn't even matter where the Sun comes from, anyone will do, but Leaf is the comedy hour option.
Team 6: NC Rosa, Nemona, Volkner/Jolteon Another fun option: Nemona. Nemona operates on burst damage, she's not good at DPS. Rosa's stacks PMUN for Nemona to throw around on her Buddy move as needed, while also having that coveted Sprint role for repeat fast-ramping. Nemona instant ramps, Rosa ramps off her sync, into Nemona's sync, which is also a ramp. Speedrunning. There's honestly an argument for Paulo in here if you have him. Just triple fast-ramp sync nuke deluxe, with two of them being Support.
Team 7: NC Rosa, Anni Steven, S!Liza Okay, NOW it's time to talk. NC Rosa, because of her buddy conditional, approaches CS with a bit of apprehension around field effects. The shuffling of parameters often means taking Offenses +5, which is when things get scary. When she ignores field effects, Rosa is at her most devastating. And with that in mind, enter one of my favorite cores, Anni Steven and Summer Liza. Both of them have very effective physical DPS, with Steven having fantastic speed control and Liza having the ability to rotate in Free Moves Next and her own PMUN. Rosa's ability to boost defense for the team off a 3/5 grid allows Liza to get to TM second turn with full Atk. Her TM boosting team speed eases their rotation of offense as well, as they throw around ridiculous numbers. And again, because Rosa can ramp with Sprint role, there's no more of this need for a denial to keep on pace. Liza will sync, and she will kill.
Team 8: NC Rosa, Paulo, Emmet Sprint ramping is real, and Paulo was a huge proponent of it with his sub-Support role. Paulo can take first sync to throw out his own Buddy move, which also removes Rosa's grid energy from defense boosting to put into other fun tools like Precision Pals on TM for their accuracy issues. Paulo's GMax having Sandstorm application, and his free -2 with Emmet's -1 TM in Sandstorm composing a fast-ramp, makes this a fairly strong Sandstorm core. That can then pivot into Rosa taking second sync for further ramping, with double Support EX bonus and massive stacks of moves up next on both allies. The accuracy here is key; Rosa's ability to grid in accuracy salvages the issues I have with Paulo's base kit.
Team 9: NC Rosa, Roxie, Looker I want to use this opportunity to stress something important. When you're dealing with these heavy moves up next stackers?  +4 offense is sufficient. Obviously, +6 is the ideal, but you can make do. To that end, Roxie and Looker.  +4 offenses is just fine for them, with the moves up next stacks more than making up for the missing +2. And with Rosa, there's always the chance that she rolls that +2 anyway.
Team 10: NC Rosa, Will, Brycen Okay this is really stupid but I realized something I could do and it was WAY too funny not to consider. So, Rosa has Teeter Dance, right? But no Stop Hitting Yourself. She partners with pairs who do, though. Mallow has poor offensive setup, and Sidney has poor DPS. But Will? Will has Stored Power. "But wait," you say. "Will has no self setup at all! How is he relevant?" Not so. Remember, Five Stats +3 is a thing. Will can simply copy and double their buffs, to get all his stats to +6 instantly! "Okay but...now you're dealing with stronger opponents." Not with Brycen here to Haze that shit. "Crystal this feels like a bad plan that could very easily backfire." True. But I bet it works.
Final Thoughts Rosa seems very good, and I am excited to try out her kit. I will acknowledge I think she also has some serious flaws which limit the teams she can support. She does not play well with sync nukers with low DPS, and she doesn't play nice with those who need full offensive support. But she does offer the best and most consistent moves up next stacking in the game at current, and given it's literally "every time you attack, +1 to both," this feels like a cap in the same way Aura Cynthia was. I doubt we'll get directly better than this any time soon. We just have to hope the Buddy move conditional isn't too great a burden.
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This is the post I was working on that I accidentally sent privately before Iâd finished it, LOL. Thanks @imorahtarm107 for sending it back after what must have been a confusing request.Â
CONT: Rebecca Sugar has spoken before about how much they dislike the statement by press that Bubbline only became âcanonâ in the finale, because Sugar and Muto were working on that pairing all the way back in s3, those characters have been canonically queer the whole time. Itâs not some novelty thing that was canonized at the very end just because everyone else was doing it, or that the characters were only queer and dating if they got to kiss on the mouth!Â
So yeah, I was a bit salty abouta few things. I mostly thought that season 10 had been underwhelming compared to the spectacular seasons 7 to 9. Honestly, I still stand by that opinion because those seasons were really good.Â
I felt that there were some other things missing from s10, but some of those got followed up either in the finale or in Obsidian, albeit less in depth than Iâd have liked (primarily the fallout to Elements on the side of the Elementals themselves - I thought this was only appropriate considering what happened in Jellybeans Have Power. Are they not terrified of themselves? What are the long term consequences of that takeover, if any? It seems much bigger than the stuff with the Lich that barely anyone knew about.)Â Â
HOW MY THOUGHTS HAVE CHANGED
Well, honestly? Just hearing more from the crew about the problems they faced on CN, not just the AT crew but also Rebecca Sugar with SU, it clears SO much up.Â
Kent Osborne said to Ghostshrimp in a podcast that, even though they knew the show was ending, the team had no idea how many episodes they had left! Unlike the earlier seasons where CN just made block orders of 52 eps, it seems like from s6 onwards, things were far less stable. CN no longer ordered consistent season lengths. Iâm not sure if they instead ordered blocks of eps, or if they gave the crew a flexible budget to work from, like Legend of Korra had.Â
From my observations and theories, the reason seasons 7 to 9 have so many miniseries is possibly because Adam Muto was using those as a way to appeal to what CN wanted out of Adventure Time, and therefore, to prolong the lifespan of the show. It worked really well as both standalone miniseries and as episodes of the show. Olivia Olsen commented that there were many times they thought they were on the last season but it turned out they werenât. Adam Muto pitched the first eps of Distant Lands originally as miniseries to âextendâ season 10. He was probably hoping he would be successful!Â
Unfortunately, this time he was not successful, and Kent Osborne said that the crew were taken off guard by Come Along With Me being their last ep. When they started work on it, they thought it was a special in the middle of what could be a longer season. Kent even believed they wouldâve had another 26 eps left. Adam had to beg for an extra couple of months so they could figure out how they could turn what would have been a gumbald special (whatever that would have entailed) into a finale for the entire show!Â
Watching Come Along With Me with the knowledge that the crew were taken so off guard changes entirely what I think of it, because what originally seemed like lazy rush jobs - Simon turning back but not having any time as himself, the ep havingt so much going on, the conflict between Bonnie and Gumbald being a bit empty - now feels like the best possible outcome!! How on earth did they make Come Along With Me as good as it was?? They gave so many characters good moments, they had the whole thematic resolution to the land of Ooo and the themes of the world going in circles but nothing staying the exact same, they paid respects to Finnâs growth, and had the outro as the finale song while showing life goes on!Â
Now that Iâve had so long to process exactly what happened in the ep, I greatly appreciate so many scenes that I previously overlooked or dismissed. The intro sections by Steve and Tom are brilliant at building up tension, which is part of why the second section feels so jarring. However, the dream sequence is so funny, with interesting imagery that itâs still nice to pick apart. Jake gets to be a good brother, Finn gets to battle Fern, and you have that chilling swapperoo epiphany with Gumbald and PB. The scene where theyâre all on the beach is so cathartic.Â
Then the second half of the special is just intense start to finish - everyone working together at the culmination of their character arcs, to take down GOLB! Until the power of a little robotâs song turns out to be the best tool of holding it back, and Betty performs the ultimate sacrifice for her mistakes with a smile on her face. So good. The ending scenes with Finn and the treehouse, Shermy and Beth, the music hole, those are a thematic conclusion to the show.Â
So, yeah, it did a great job. To an extent itâs better enjoyed if you pick it apart than if you watch it all at once, since itâs unfortunately not as hard-hitting as a lot of the single 11-minute eps of Adventure Time, including the previous season finale Three Buckets. However it absolutely does its job.
As for Bubbline, well... Adam was trying to get the show extended, and if anyone looks at the twitter comment I currently have as my pinned post, then youâll understand that thereâs no way PB and Marcy could have kissed or made their relationship undeniably explicit unless it was the very end of the show :/Â
Adam said himself that he didnât see it as much his fight to battle the decisions of execs as Rebecca did. And while that hurts, it makes sense - he was the owner of someone elseâs show that is a smorgas board of a large number of peopleâs ideas, whereas Rebecca was the owner of their own show and felt that if they werenât able to express themself in their own show, Sugar was willing to completely take down SU. And that actually happened - Steven Universe got cancelled immediately!!! Adam was not prepared to do that with AT, especally when CN were already talking about cancelling it.Â
The good news is he didnât give up on having PB and Marcyâs relationship be at least fairly clear, especially s7 onwards. I donât know what happened behind the scenes, but itâs likely a number of the crew members taken on at that time found it important to press for Bubbline, and Adam decidedly agreed. If someone other than him had taken over as showrunner, or even if Pen stayed in charge (he supported it but didnât want to be wrapped in controversy), I wonder if theyâd have never interacted after What Was Missing :/Â
So yeah, with that in mind, as annoying as Marcy and Hunson still is, I can forgive the crew for doing a finale kiss. Rather, I can really thank Hanna K for pressing for one - she knows how important it was to at least confirm what people had expected, without a retroactive tumblr post ala Korrasami.Â
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Stella with owl demon S/O (The finale)
(This is the last chapter in the secret lover mini-series. If your just finding it, go back and read the full series. Its a fairly long story.) Hope you enjoy~
Years of meticulous planning. Manipulation, blackmail and manoeuvring. And all for this one day.
It had almost been a year since Stolas cheated on Stella, almost a year since You and Stella had become a less than secret couple. And today you were going official.
It had been simple getting information on Stolas.
A few cameras here, a tapped phone line there, not to mention half the staff was on your pay roll. They gave you all the information you could need, you taking any information, no matter how minor.
Honestly, Stella coming to you was a pleasant surprise. You did have this grand plan in place, a plan to split the family at its seams.
And in an instant, Stolas' incompetence had saved you months of work. And so Stolas' arrogance, shall be his undoing.
Over the last year, youd had dozens of visits. Spending months carefully prodding the couple, if you could still call them that. You pushed the wedge between them deeper and deeper, all for today.
You strolled into the palace like it were your second home, a small wicker basket hanging from his arm.
Navigating the halls, you found yourself in the palace kitchen, or at least the one the family had used the most.
Grabbing a set of glasses, you turned to find Octavia sitting at the table. 'Octavia, dear, how are you.' You asked, sounding as overjoyed as you felt.
She looked up at you with dead eyes, 'How do I look.' She asked sarcasticly. And honestly, the girl looked like she hadn't slept in a week.
Sitting down you gave her a sympathetic look. 'Fight?' You asked simply.
She just nodded, taking a sip of coffee.
You sighed, placing your hand on hers. 'What about the white noise machine I got you, that help any?' You asked hopefully.
Octavia sighed 'It helped a little, but they both managed to yell over it.' She told you, rubbing her face.
You sighed again, reaching into your pocket. You pulled out a fist sized stone. 'Here' you told her, handing her the stone.
Octavia stared at the stone for several moments, before looking up to you, blinking heavily a few times, 'Uhhhh... thanks?' She said, clearly confused.
You let out a chuckle, resting your head on your hand. 'Your welcome.'
The girl stared at the stone, before looking back at you 'what is it?' She asked simply.
You laughed again, 'Well it was going to be a birthday present, but it would seem you need it more now.'
Picking up the stone you gently tapped its top, a complex Web of symbols growing across it. Tapping it once more the symbols disappeared.
Octavia looked much more interested now, as you explained it to her. 'This bad boy, is what you'd call a noise sponge. When activated, it basically sucks all the noise out of a room.'
Octavia stood up, 'Really?' She asked seemingly excited. With a smile you told her 'See for yourself' you told her before tapping the top of the stone.
Octavias mouth moved, but no noise seemed to leave. She spoke again and again, each time seemingly getting louder and louder, before taking a deep breath.
Her mouth stretched and her body moved as though she were screaming, but there was no sound whatsoever.
Tapping the stone, sound noticably re-entered the room.
Octavia panted, before giggling like... well a school girl. Picking up the stone, you handed it to her.
Octavia stared at the stone, getting up, you followed her. 'Now remember this. That's not a toy. Its a powerful artefact, so don't use it longer than needed, and no sound can be heard when activated, be careful where you use it.'
Octavia just nodded her head, her eyes never leaving the stone. 'Thanks (y/n)' she told you giving a big hug.
'No problem kiddo.' You told her patting her back and planting an affectionate kiss atop her head.
Leaving the room you reflected on your growing friendship with Octavia.
She truly was an amazing young woman, a spitting image of her mother, if a bit cynical. She had a deep fascination for the occult, something you were more than happy to help her explore.
The two of you had actually become pretty close, having talked and met up dozens of times. You acted as a confidant, and a suspected, only friend for the girl.
You didn't like manipulating the girl, but it was quite easy to sour her relationship with her father, you really only had to bring focus to his selfish nature.
Of course, that didn't mean she was running to Stella's side, but her trust in stolas was cracked.
So with some pep in your step, you made your way to Stella's study, giving polite and playful little bows to the palace staff.
Youd worked hard to become beloved by the staff, acting as sort the "good noble" that looked out for them. At least for the ones not ready on your payroll.
You found her study. Giving your outfit a once over you knocked on the door. Stella snapped back, telling you to go away.
You released a bitter-sweet laugh, you opened the door, 'Are you fucking d-' Stella yelled before cutting yourself off.
'Hello darling.' You said calmly. In an instant she got to her feet, rushing over and wrapping you in a hug.
You pulled her into a kiss, locking the two into a passionate embrace. Breaking the kiss, you asked her tenderly 'How are you doing, my love?'
You'd gotten very good at telling when Stella was upset and when she was trying to hide it, and now she was certainly upset.
'How am I doing? Oh you know, I've had to deal with my slut of a husband and that... fucking Imp! For months now.' She growled, taking several heavy breaths before turning back to you. 'Other then that, I'm fine.'
You gave her a sympathetic smile, before remembering why you were here. 'Well, then I have just the thing.' You told her, giving the basket a little shake.
You pulled her towards the door, Stella resisting. 'Lets go play' you tell her playfully.
'No, I can't' she tells you, resisting your pull 'I have to much work to do.' She said clearly upset at the reality of royal responsibility.
Pulling her close, you looked her in the eyes before firmly telling her 'Do you trust me?' You asked her sternly.
That seemed to surprise her, before she just nodded her head. 'Then we should do this... trust me'
Stella conceded, letting you lead her out of the palace.
Walking out the back of the palace, you passed the field she had once burnt to ash, now regrown into a healthy and lush lawn.
Taking her into the clearing, you layed out the blanket you'd brought in the basket.
Sitting down, you pulled out the bottle of wine. Pulling the cork, you poured you both a glass. Sitting there you both fell silent, a weight hanging over your head.
You turned to her, looking deep into her eyes, you told her calmly. 'Stella, theres nothing in this world I love more then you...' taking your hand, you placed a kiss atop it.
'I'm sorry... I'm sorry I was never good enough for you...' you told her, emotion growing in your voice.
She looked deeply concerned, asking you 'what do you mean?'
You shook your head. 'The truth is. All I've ever wanted was to be with you...' you looked at your hands, 'I had such plans to Get you back, to prove I deserved you. But stolas seems to have ruined everything... You deserve better and I'm going to give it to you.' You looked up at her, 'I love you Stella.'
Looking at Stella, she looked distraught, teary eyed as she pulled you close. 'I love you too (Y/N).' There was a long pause before she whispered in your ear, 'I wish I had been with you... all those years ago'
Her words put everything together, a wave of determination flowing through you. With your purpose secured, you pulled her into a passionate kiss.
The two of you became more physical, your hands roaming her body. Stella's arms wrapped around your neck. You becaming more passionate, Stella matching your energy at every step.
It was as you undid the back of her dress that you heard it... he was here.
Giving her another kiss you asked her, 'Do you trust me?' Your breathing still raged.
It took a moment, but Stella responded 'Yes, Yes I trust you...' With that you kiss her again, carefully readjusting her dress.
It took another moment, but you heard him. 'Well, well, what do we have here?' The voice was cold, clearly unhappy.
Breaking the kiss, you looked up to find a very angry looking Stolas staring down at you.
You carefully pushed Stella off, giving her a more innocent kiss on her cheek. 'Go play somewhere.' You whispered, standing up.
You turned to face Stolas. The prince was absolutely livid, tapping his fingers on his forearm.
'Stolas! My what a pleasant surprise. What can I do for you?' That was a lie. You specifically picked this spot, at this time because you knew he would see the two of you.
All according to plan.
Stolas spat back, 'Don't talk to me like that you bastard. Trying to fuck my wife. In my own home, do you have no shame.'
You couldn't help but begin laughing. You gripped your legs, laughing so hard it was hard to breath.
Straightening up you looked at Stolas, allowing years of venom to show. 'Shame?' You asked incredulously, 'Your asking me if I have shame?' You chuckled again. 'Pot meet kettle.' You spat at him
Dusted yourself off. 'Shame...?' You spat, through gritted teeth. 'Youre asking me if I have shame? You speak of your lust before your child. Plastering the hellnet with your lust for that satan-damned Imp, Fucking that Hellspawn in the bed, you shared with your Wife. You know nothing of shame, you harlot!' You finished almost screaming.
Stolas grit his teeth, his hands dropping to his side. The weather began to shift.
The once clear sky quickly being replaced with a ocean of grey clouds.
'You think you can take my wife?' He asked seriously. Your smile grew, taking a few steps towards him, smugness growing across your face. 'Think? My good man... I already have.' you tell him simply.
With a flick of his claw Stolas manifested his Grimoire.
In a flash you reached into your coat, pulling out a silver lock and throwing it at the Grimoire.
Almost immediately on impact, dozens of silver vines shot out, wrapping around the book.
Stolas, initially shocked tried to open the book, the lock on its cover not budging against his grip.
He looked up at you, pissed and clearly expecting 'That little item,' you began 'ensures that your little book won't affect the outcome of our little fight, Stolas.'
You smirk at him 'Now' you began 'you'll just have to fight me like a man.'
Stolas seemed both concerned and enraged by this, throwing the book to the side. 'You think I'm scared of you?'
He reached for his cloak, dramatically throwing it to the side.
You just chuckled, cracking your knuckles, the demonic Prince charged, swinging at you.
You easily dodged.
'My, how impressive!' you said, mockingly.
Stolas swung again, and again, missing each time. 'Come on I don't have all day!' You called at him smugly.
Stolas went for a violent haymaker, missing again. This time you retaliated with a hard punch to his nose, hearing a crack apon your fist meeting his face.
He stumbled back, blood dripped from his nose as you taunted him further.
'You know I had such an elaberate plan, Stolas.' You told him, taking out a shiny set of knuckle dusters from back pocket. 'I had every step perfectly worked out, all to turn your family against you.'
Stolas, became enraged, blindly charging at you. You easily dodgeing him, giving him a violent crack to his face.
'And then you, you fool... you did most of the job for me... half my plan, unneeded because you were a selfish, arrogant fool.'
Stolas made it to his feet, his left eye already swelling. He widened his eyes, likely intending to turn you to stone, but before he could, you reached into your pocket and threw a handful of dust at him.
The silver dust shone as it flew through the air, his reaction was instant. Falling to his knees clutching his face.
You chuckled, leaning on your knees for a second, 'When Judas betrayed jesus.' You began.
'He received 30 pieces of silver, as such its toxic to demons. And now it's your payment for all suffering you've put your family through.' You told him, blankly, no emotion in your voice.
'Years, Stolas. I've been preparing for this fight for years. I've played this moments out hundreds, thousands of times. Nothing you can do I havent prepared for.' You wiped your lip, standing up straight. 'Your going to lose.'
You were taunting him now, relishing seeing him suffer.
Reaching down, you grabbed his hair, pulling him up. It was as you were about to taunt him again that you were suddenly punched in the face.
Stumbling back, you found stolas getting to his feet. Wiping his eyes he glared at you, 'You think I'm some push over? I'm a prince! I am a Goetia, I'm not gonna be taken down by some retched lowborne.' He screeched, raising his fists.
You just smiled back, wiping your cheek 'Finally... a real fight.'
The fight was a brutal, Stolas, despite his lanky figure and privileged upbringing, could pack one hell of a punch.
But you were prepared for this.
For every hit Stolas landed, you hit him twice. Every use of magic was thwarted with an item or counter spell. You were almost perfectly matched.
Almost.
You stood across from each other, fists bloody, clothes filthy and torn, bruised and battered.
Still a smile adorned your face. Chuckling, you began 'you've put up one hell of a fight, Stolas.' You said as though remembering something. 'But even if you beat me, I still win!' You told him smugly.
Stolas cocked his brow, 'what are you going on about.' You smiled again, before reaching into your jacket before you pulling out a long white feather.
'Stella, your uh, "wife"...'you ran the feathered across your nose, taking in her lingering scent. 'We've been fucking for the past year now.' You chuckled again 'we fucked everywhere, her study... your bed, and man... can she scream.'
That set him off, he charged you, releasing a desperate a d furious, battle cry, swinging like a mad man.
You dodged the swing, and with one final uppercut the demon Prince stumbled back. He looked at you shocked, before smacking into the ground.
You couldn't help but laugh. The piece of shit fell like a sack of rocks.
Turning around you found a very concerned Stella. With a smile you walked towards her, stumbling over your battered legs.
Stella ran to your side, helping you keep up right.
You chuckled, pulling her in for a kiss. 'I have something for you.' You told her, your voice course and worn.
Reaching into your coat, you pulled out a small black case.
Breaking her grip, you stepped back and fell to your knee.
Taking several deep breaths you began, 'Stella. You are my light in the darkness, the love of my life. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you.'
Opening the case, you showed the sparkling diamond ring. 'Stella, my love. Will you marry me.'
Stella looked shocked, tears coming to her eyes as she covered her mouth.
It took a moment, but she nodded her head, 'Yes... yes I'll marry you.' She said, her voice thick with emotion.
You just smiled.
Everything was perfect.
Just as you planned.
#helluva boss#headcanon#x reader#helluva boss headcanon#helluva stolas#helluva boss x reader#helluva stella#helluva octavia
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Summary: You were Jasonâs first love before you broke his heart and rejected him. Itâs all your fault that he canât move on.
Tw: female reader, obsessive behavior, incel behavior, nice guy behavior, self - hatred, threats of non-con, implied non - con, implied masturbation, bullying based on appearance (not reader), deregatory language, kidnapping, misogyny, generalizations, stalking
this is a hot mess but its 1 am and i am tired, ik that incels are bad irl (obviously), but this is fiction and I kinda wanted to explore the dynamic and shit.Â
Everyone used to call him JJ or The-Big-Jay back in high school. Well, most of the time his classmates werenât really calling out to him or even talking to him, the names were whispered behind his back, after he had just passed the hallway, or on bad days - right to his face. The jocks, these dumb motherfuckers, would beat him up, mock him for whatever stupid reasons they had chosen to use as an excuse to torment the smaller and weaker. The popular girls would giggle like brainless bimbos as Kyle or Brad or any other football player stole his glasses or continuously punched him in the guts until he threw up all over the floor. Even the nerds, the kids at the bottom of the school hierarchy, messed with Jason from time to time when they wanted to feel the oh - so desired rush of power they so rarely managed to experience.Â
Looking back, Jason could see why his classmates hated him so much - he was everything that society deemed as wrong and unattractive. He was thin, pale, âscrawnyâ as the others called him, on the shorter side, and on top of that the teen was terribly shy and introverted, never having the guts to stand up to his bullies or even tell someone about the abuse. The male spent most of his free time at home, playing hours upon hours of video games, watching anime and reading books he was simply too young to understand or look critically at. As he grew older, the man began to view the world as it trully was - a dark, miserable place that ate up sore losers like him. Men were primitive and foolish, which somehow managed to soften their faults. Women, on the other hand, were calculative and manipulative, greedy and sinful. His whole life they had done nothing but reject him when he needed love and support the most. Of course, there were many other reason why the brunette detested the weaker sex. In his eyes women were evil two - faced sluts, showing off their bodies yet acting innocent and hurt once someone finally decided to use them for the only thing they were actually good for.
But you Jason hated the most. You reminded him that no matter how much he hated the outside world, he would always hate himself the most. He had to admit you were pretty, painfully so, with a perfect little body to match your looks and a sweet sugary smile that almost deceived him years ago. As much as the man regretted his weakness, he had fallen right into your trap at the time.
You werenât the most popular girl, but you had your fair share of friends, all nice and loyal like puppies. You werenât the smartest either, but unlike the other stupid giggling sluts you always tried to do your best. You were beautiful just like them but you were actually kind to the pathetic bullied kid no one else bothered to acknowledge even existed outside of being a punching bag. You always asked him whether he was alright and often took him to the infirmary when he looked paler and sicker than usual. You talked to him as if he was a normal human being and despite the initial doubt, Jason appreciated it.Â
It was the last day of your senior year when the teen finally gained the courage to confess. He was shaking the whole time and by the end of his little speech there were small tears in the corner of his eye. You were the first girl the male cared about, the first one to show him kindness, to offer him friendship without asking for something in return. You were the only one who could make him feel deserving of love, worthy of affection. And then you took it all away in a matter of seconds.
âI am sorry, bud.â You had said that day after giving him a half - hearted hug and an apologetic smile, that started to seem more and more like a mocking grin the longer the teen started at you. âI already have a boyfriend, but I am really flattered. I am sure that you will find a lovely girl once you start college.â You had added quickly, cheerfully, rubbing the salt all over his wounds, honey dripping from your plump red lips. He had wanted to kiss them, bruise them, bite them until your stupid lying mouth was filled with blood. Obviously you didnât have a boyfriend or he would have known by now, he stalked your social media religiously after all. Even if you had one, he probably treated you like shit. And how could you even suggest him finding another woman? As if he wanted any of the stupid money - grabbing sluts out there. As if some of them could replace you.
The boy was too furious to form a proper response besides âFuck you, bitchâ. His cheeks turned red and he didnât realise that the bitter words had escaped his lips before he could stop them, then his legs took him far away from that shithole of a school. He didnât manage to see your reaction before running away but it didnât matter anymore. You were just like the others.Â
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That day Jason swore to show you just how small and insignificant you had made him feel. He wanted to see you crumble, cry and beg for forgiveness, desperate for his love but never good enough to get it. The man formed a plan to change himself and come back for you once he had erased each and every trace of his past. The brunette came to terms with his terrible social anxiety and decided that he needed to gain social abilities more than anything. Thatâs why, as much as he dreamt of working from home as a boring programmer with an even more boring, but flexible working schelude, the male chose to study something that involved a lot more human interactions. The next step was to hit the gym for the first time and get a monthly subscription. It wasnât hard to see that females nowadays liked brain - dead athletes with defined jawline and cheekbones, toned chests and strong muscled bodies, so if he wanted to impress you, he had to look his best. It wasnât easy at first - it felt like everyone in the fitness salon had their eyes on his weak frame, laughing and pointing their fingers at his imperfections, but things gradually got better as time went on. The trainings became easier to get through and from time to time they even helped the man forget about his loneliness and nihilism.Â
Jason soon returned to his old habbit of spending hours looking through your accounts - Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, he knew all of your usernames, each post, every picture and text. He couldnât believe how much of a desperate attention whore you had become over the years. The male remembered you in your long brown skirts, cozy sweatshirts and pure-white shirts, all the gray buttons closed to the very top, blushing, laughing, smiling like the adorable Goody-two-shoes you were. Now you were smirking seductively in every photo, overconfident and vibrant, flaunting your tits for every man to see and wearing tight little dresses that barelly covered your ass combined with heels so high and sharp they could be used as a weapon. You were such a stupid slut it was disgusting, and he couldnât stop himself from jerking off every single time he saw your pretty little face on the screen. He wanted to cum down your throat so badly it was ridiculous, and even after knowing that you had probably already had hundreds of cocks shoved deep inside your pussy, the brunette still wished to see you split open on his, taking his lenght like a good little cocksleeve.Â
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The moment when he could see you again finally came. How many years had passed since graduation - five, ten, fifthteen? It hardly mattered. Jason was successful, at last. The male had his own business that was doing surprisingly well, there were some guys from the gym he could call friends and the best thing, he looked absolutely unrecognizable. There was nothing left of the tiny scrawny kid with quiet voice that everyone stepped over, he was now replaced by a strong capable man, determined to get what was rightfully his and his alone.
It wasnât hard to find you since the brunette knew everything about you - where your job was, what time you finished, how long it took you to go home and what path you took. You lived alone and worked as a barista in a small local cafe even now that you had finished your studies in your dream faculty. Turns out the princess wasnât so great and smart after all, having to resort to working a minimal - wage job day and night just to be able to pay her rent. Jason was absolutely delighted though, he loved your stupid dead - end job and your endless struggles to survive in the materialistic world honestly and fairly without selling yourself like a common whore. On one hand the male was happy that you had clung onto your last bit of innocence and on the other your pitiful lifestyle gave him the chance to snatch you away much easier. And thatâs exactly what he did.
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You woke up confused just like he had expected, bombarding him with questions, asking him who he was was, begging him to let you go, to at least explain whatâs happening. You were so dumb, but God, you were still so pretty, if not prettier than before. You cried so beautifully when Jason told you you belonged to him now and you cried even more when he slammed his cold rough lips over yours in a deep wet kiss. You whimpered and whined while the male sucked on your lower lip and bit down, good, he wanted it to hurt. The stalker couldnât wait to be inside you, he couldnât hold back anymore.Â
He climbed on top of you and pinned your wrists to the floor before tying them up with delicate red rope and tightening it. It wasnât like the man was scared of you slipping away and hurting him, you were too weak and tiny to stand a chance against his years of power - lifting and muscle - training anyways, he just wanted you to be as uncomfortable and squirmish as possible. Your tormentor wished for you to be in worse pain than he had been during his youthful years, and he knew exactly what to do. Next thing you knew Jason had ripped your dress apart, leaving you vulnerable and exposed in just your plain old panties and bra. Cold shivers ran down your spine when the chilly air hit your naked flesh and you finally realized there wasnât getting away from this. You had to stay there, limbs bound together, unable to move or fight back, the strangerâs hands caressing your neck before moving dangerously close to your clothed breasts. You felt so sick you were going to throw up for sure if your abductor didnât step back so you decided to use your last resort.
âJason, please stop!â You screamed out of the blue, forcing the brunette to freeze instantly at the use of his birth name. You had already called him a pervert and a psycho which didnât seem to faze him, but the name clearly caught him off guard. This only seemed to prove your theory further - the man really was your former classmate, despite the only similarity between them being the dark distant look in his eyes. âI beg you, donât hurt me!â You continued, hoping to at least buy yourself more time before the assault took place.Â
He gulped loudly and stared at your quivering form. The impossible had happened, you had recognized him and now together with fear, there was also pity in your gaze, the one emotion your captor absolutely despised. You used to be the only one who pitied him, and even now that he was bigger, better and stronger than before, you still had the guts to pity him. It drove him insane but any attempt to hurt or touch you was fruitless now - your soft skin was suddenly burning his fingers like hellfire.Â
âYou must be thinking that I am a monster.â Jason started out dryly, chuckling bitterly, humorlessly even. He clenched his fists unconsciously and brought them to the floor in a fit of rage, missing your head by mere inches. Your heart was beating like crazy and you only hoped the mandman couldnât hear it. âA freak.â The man spat out the word like it was a curse and for a split second his eyes softened before turning into two spinning torches. âRight?â You were sure that if looks could kill, his would have you dead by the end of the night so you quickly nodded your head no.
âYou are lying to me again, pretty girl.â The brunette replied feisty, "prettyâ rolling off his tongue like an insult. Then he broke into hoarse maniac laugher and lowered his head so his face leveled up with yours, so close you could feel his warm breath on your tear - stained cheek. âWhen I am done with you, you wouldnât be so pretty anymore, darling.â Your captor growled and attacked your neck, sinking his teeth deep into the flesh. âYou will see exaclty how ugly my love is.â
#yandere#yandere oneshot#male yandere x reader#male yandere#yandere oc#yancore#yandere male x reader#yandere oc x reader#yandere smut#yandere x you
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Hi! Could you please write something taking place in your "angsty pre-densi" era world (your fics When the Boundaries are All But Gone and Keep Lying to Yourself) including Talia, like maybe Deeks has to go undercover with her instead of Kensi or something? Thank you and i love your fics :)
A/N: Iâm setting this early season 6, obviously after Kensi met Talia but before Humbug. I know some of you appreciate the Talia from Citadel, so Iâll try not to make her too over-the-top. This once again turned fairly angsty.
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Outside The Darkness Of Night
Kensi hurried into the mission, rolling on a quick layer of lip balm. Her hair was still a little damp, but she didnât have time to dry it before she rushed out the door this morning.
Sheâd spent the night at Deeksâ place again. What had started out with a couple drinks and dinner had quickly devolved into another round of tipsy self-reveals. Kensi was pretty sure theyâd almost kissed again and sheâd woken up cradled in Deeksâ arms.
It was getting harder and harder to justify what they were doing as normal friendship behavior. Yet, neither of them were ready to take that next step. So instead, they woke up in a state confused want and shame, scrambling to grab their shoes and phones before heading home to pretend that nothing ever happened.
âSo, what do you charge for surfing lessons, Deeks?â
Kensi froze in the tunnel at the sound of a familiar, and not entirely welcome, female voice. What the hell was Talia del Campo doing at NCIS again? Although she and Talia had parted on fairly good terms, Kensi wasnât sure she was ready for another run-in so soon.
âUh, I donât typically charge. Why?â Deeks responded, sounding perfectly at ease. Like he hadnât woken up looking sleepy-eyed and perfectly kissable. âI thought you told me youâd never, ever surf. That it was too much of a cliche in LA.â
âWell, I guess it all depends on the teacher,â Talia said and Kensi narrowed her eyes at her blatantly flirtatious tone, stalking the rest of the way into the bullpen.
Talia was bent over Deeksâ desk, hands braced on the surface in a way that Kensi read as fairly aggressive. Deeks grinned back, unbothered, maybe even amused by her insinuation.
âYouâre welcome to join my veterans group. We meet every other Sunday, barring any world ending catastrophes of course.â
âI was thinking more one-on-oneâŚâ
âAre you sure youâre not confusing surfing with some other activity,â Kensi asked sarcastically, sparing Deeks a half glance on her way to her own desk. His head swiveled her way as Talia turned around, and for a second he almost looked guilty. Then he ran his hands through his hair, ducking his head.
Taliaâs eyes danced between them, taking everything in, but not commenting. Kensi thought she saw a knowing look in her eye though.
âOh, Iâll take whatever Deeks has to offer,â she said, flashing him a wink. âNice to see you Kensi.â Stepping forward, she gave Kensi a quick hug. Behind her back, Deeksâ lips twitched and Kensi narrowed her eyes at him in warning.
âSo, what trouble did you bring with you this time, Talia?â
âOh, just a middle class drug lord with a penchant for killing off his competitors,â she answered casually.
âApparently Granger offered our assistance with the case,â Deeks added. âSam and Callen are already up in OPS, but we decided to wait for you.â
âPerfect,â Kensi muttered under her breath, forcing a smile. It was barely 9AM and she already felt a headache coming on. Of course, that could have been the the beer mixed with too much ice cream and sleeping on a quarter of a couch.
As they trailed upstairs, Deeks hung back and quickly moved to the opposite side of the center table, putting distance between them. Kensiâs stomach clenched painfully, even though it was only a few feet more than usual. Talia joined him, standing much closer than Kensi was comfortable with.
âNice of you to join us, Agent Blye,â Granger commented dryly.
âSorry, got stuck in traffic,â she explained shortly.
âRight. Sam and Callen have already will be providing support on this one. Miss Jones, you wanna catch them up to speed?â
âYes Sir. This,â she gestured to the picture on the big screen of a middle-aged man with a beard and receding hairline. âIs Carson Desforges. On the surface, he appears to be a respectable, if slightly boring businessman.â
âVery boring,â Talia felt the need to add.
âHowever, the DEA has linked him with a prodigious drug ring and possibly several murders.â
âAnd why does DEA need us to be involved?â Deeks asked.
âBecause we havenât been able to get close enough to root him or anyone else so far. DEA wants to send two agents undercover as a couple and try to get on Desforges good side.â Talia explained, turning nod at Deeks with a smirk. âAnd since Deeks happens to be an expert undercover, I suggested NCIS.â
âIâm touched, Talia.â
âOk, donât get a big head, Deeks.â
âToo late for that,â Sam joked.
âWhat will our covers be?â Kensi asked. âLast time we were Justin and Melissa.â
âAgent Blye, youâre not going undercover with Deeks,â Granger interrupted gruffly. âSince Agent Del Campo brought this case to us, sheâll be partnered with Deeks for the duration of the investigation.â
âOh.â Kensi forced her face into a neutral expression and purposely caught Deeksâ eyes. âWell, good. The last time I nearly died multiple times.â
âOuch, I guess this means divorce then,â he joked.
âCharming. Kensi, youâll be their direct line of contact and support,â Granger continued, ignoring the banter. âSam and Callen will follow up on any leads outside the neighborhood and conduct interviews.â
âSo what do you say, Hubby, you want to play house?â Talia asked, wrapping her arms around Deeksâ waist and resting her head on his shoulder.
Jealously and disappointment burned through Kensi. She ached to touch Deeks that way and not just in the dark hours when their inhibitions were down, when no one else could see. Having to watch Talia live out her deepest desire, even if it was all fake, was going to be agonizing.
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A/N: Iâm not really intending for this to be an ongoing series. Thanks to everyone who made suggestions for todayâs story and thanks to anon for the prompt!
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Do you think you can write something along the lines of a patient either bring put under using medication restraints (like Haldol or something) for their own good- they have a meltdown, ect. And/ or slowly waking up to find they have been strapped down? Their kind but stern doctor comforts them as they wake up. It's all just a stressful and heartbreaking experience for the whumpee. They are usually fairly stoic, but now, they feel so weak and defeated. Maybe include some tears? Sorry if this is too specific!!!
I really like this idea! I didnât intend to go towards any specific genre of whump, since you didnât specify, but I ended up going a little in a lab whump direction. I hope thatâs okay! Thank you so much for the ask, and, again, sorry these are taking ages.
CW//Medical settings, chemical restraints, restraints, sedation, non con drug use, implied lab whump, syringes
Whumpee was screaming.
That was the only thing that could be processed by anyone in the Emergency Room as the gurney was unloaded from the ambulance and rushed through a pair of swinging double doors. Before the doors could so much as swing their way closed, the patient had already been deposited upon an ICU bed.
Around them, doctors swarmed like locusts. The doctors were swarming, and Whumpee was screaming.
âHold them down!â
âHaldol, dammit! Get me Haldol!â
âI said, hold them down!â
Yet, to the supine patient, there were no doctors. No hospital. No, as far as they were concerned, this was a laboratory in everything but name. A torture chamber in everything but name.
And such was reflected in their movements.
Upon the bed, already half-laden with various pieces of tubing and wires, Whumpee howled, thrashing their limbs about with wild abandon. To them, movement was an end goal. As long as they were moving, there was hope of escape.
As long as they were moving, the pain wasnât quite so bad.
âHold, hold!â
âWhere in the world is that Haldol?!â
âRight here!â
Even the words could not make their way into their their mind. No, there was no sense in their mind, only the most vague knowledge of flashing colors, of bright lights, of the horrid stench of antiseptic that they knew all too well. Each time a face appeared to them from the shroud, it quickly morphed into that of their former tormentor, eliciting nothing from them but another anguished wail.
Whumpee was not expecting the pain, though perhaps they should have been. Their arm was pushed down to the bed, half a dozen hands working to stop their ceaseless writhing. First came cold, then the prick.
âThere. There.â
That was when the hyperventilation began, thrashing escalating along with it. By then, beyond their knowledge, their scope of sanity, the room had been flooded by eight doctors, nurses, and orderlies, all struggling to stop their emaciated bodyâs struggling.
Whumpee looked like a lab rat upon that bed, blue lines sprouting from pale skin, practically begging their veins to be pierced and flooded. The thought made their tears start, sobs tearing through their chest, jutting ribs and all, as they twisted back and forth.
Yet, at a certain point, their panic reached a peak. Its crescendo ceased, and its downfall began. Slowly but surely, each of their cells was turned to sand until they were more useless and heavy than a burlap sack.
âClear. Running the line.â
It was a series of words that they had, up to that point in their life, heard far too many times. But, now, there was nothing to be done. No pleas or threats to be howled. Instead, they only breathed heavily, watching as the long, plastic tube pierced its way into one bulging vein.
âLine in. Clear to start the drip.â
And drip it did.
Drip -
Drip -
Drip -
Out.
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Whumpee laid upon the beach, their consciousness flowing in and out as the tide.
For one moment, vision gently flowed along the sands, showing them hazy views of sterile lights and clipboards and dangling tubes. Then, once more, it receded, washed away into unconsciousness. The next time that the water flooded in, the waves were higher. Alongside visions of white tiles and dancing monitor screens, there was sound. Beeping and buzzing and voices.
When the tide came in for the third time, it stayed.
This time, the first things that occupied their newly-revived senses were not the lights, the tiles, the buzzing. Instead, they were assaulted by the sights and sounds of their own breathing-- quick, shallow, barely enough to move adequate air into their lungs.
That was, until their thought process was interrupted by something far more jarring. A voice.
âI wouldnât do that if I were you.â
It wasnât the softest of voices, nor the kindest. Though it wasnât sharp, it was most certainly firm. More of a bark than a yell.
Whumpee blinked, vision once more threatening to fade. The tide dragged along the shore...
But, they were awake. Wakefulness meant confusion, and confusion meant a sharp terror, gripping at their throat.
Sterile lights. White, tiled walls. The reek of antiseptic. Every hallmark of a lab, and more. In an instant, the subtle wave of consciousness turned to a flash flood as adrenaline eliminated even the most far-off hopes of returning to slumber.
And, too, the flood came with more visions. Imagery striking at them, pounding upon the inside of their skull like a mallet. Lab coats, gloved hands, the bars of a stainless steel kennel. Shimmering needles. Pliers and scalpels.
Upwards, they jerked, a desperate attempt seizing them to sit up, as though they had just been struck by a defibrillator. But, they proved quite immediately unsuccessful, a force upon their chest keeping them held firmly down.
Whumpee knew that feeling well. Even with vertigo making the lifting of their head impossible, they did not have to work hard to imagine the restraint strap, most certainly stretched taut over their chest. More panicked experimentation showed that their wrists and ankles were similarly limited.
âStop.â
Their wide gaze, eyelids straining to open wider as their pinprick pupils shivered, shot to find the wordâs source.
The lab coat sat perched upon a stool, legs curled deliberately beneath themself. There existed a firm, focused stare to those eyes. Whumpee felt as though they could not so much as breathe without being observed.
Then again, that was what the doctor was upset at them for, huh?
Well, if they were going to be in trouble, they may as well give something to be in trouble for. If these wackjob scientists thought that they were just going to sit quietly for another hellish procedure, they had another thing coming! At least they were out of their kennel, out of their cage.
âLet me up, piece of shit!â Whumpee snarled as they made another useless attempt to sit up. Of course, the restraints limited them just as well the second time.
âI donât think Iâll be doing that.â A moment later, it was no longer simply the pressure of the strap that pressed down upon the chest. Too, a strong hand joined, pushing. âYouâre staying down.â
âAnd what are you doing to do to me this time?â
Though there were a few moments of confusion, there was nothing reassuring about them.
âIf you cooperate? What Iâm going to do to you is ensure a full recovery.â The restraining hand retracted.
âTorture doesnât usually help with that, just sayinâ.â A weak smile appeared upon their face-- all they could manage.
âYouâre not there anymore.â This time... this time, there was the slightest twinge of comfort to that tone. As though they were explaining a procedure. Clinically outlining the process in a way designed to minimize panic. âYouâre in the hospital.â
âThat hellish lab isnât a hospital.â
âIâm well aware of that.â They didnât sound all too pleased at being interrupted. âYouâve been removed. You were taken here in an ambulance.â
âI was-â They tensed.
âAnd sedated for an adverse reaction to rescue.â
âYou stabbed me.â
âIt was a syringe.â They countered. âBarely a poke.â
As though Whumpee hadnât been poked enough.
âWhatever.â They at last hissed. âLet me out of this crap, if youâre so intent on rescuing me.â
âYouâre already writhing about like a fish out of water. Itâs for your own good.â
They clenched their hands to fists.
âWhat would be good would be letting me go! I donât need your help.â
A howl of laughter.
âYes, kid. Yes, you do.â The doctor sighed. âIâm afraid you have a very, very long road ahead of you. And if you donât want to spend that journey under the influence of Haldol, youâd better learn to calm down.â
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â¨ADRENALINE RUSH PART II â n.j.m.â¨
Š sparklysung â 2021. all rights reserved. no reposts, modifications and/or translations allowed.
pairing â na jaemin x female!reader
genre â fluff, smut, angst | non-idol!au, school!au
warnings â good boy!soft dom!jaemin, bad girl!reader, heartbreak, penetration, unprotected sex (wrap your willies), creampie, dirty talk, pet names
word count â 4.731 words
summary â after leaving jaemin alone in the schoolâs library, there wasnât only one heart broken.
note â itâs finally here! i hope it isnât too bad, though, i donât think iâm too good at writing stuff like this lmao. either way, enjoy! also, the gif isnât mine, i found it on google, so credit to its owner!Â
taglist â @junguwuuu , @prvncejxon, @iwishihadabettername, @carelessshootanonymousÂ
part i ; part ii
the next few days after you left jaemin all alone in the schoolâs library, you couldnât help but feel bad for him.
you werenât supposed to feel guilty, after all, thatâs what you usually did; hookup with guys you found attractive and then never reach out for them again, pretending to not know them. and you have never had a problem with it before, you never got attached and they were aware of your reputation, so they knew what they were getting into.
but for some reason, jaemin was⌠different.
you werenât really sure why, but something about him just made you feel things, things you have never felt with anyone else. you have never felt so good with any of the guys you had hooked up with. and by that, you didnât only mean how good his touch felt on you, but also the sweet way he reacted to your loving pet names and caresses.Â
your heartless attitude only earned you what you had never thought you, a self-proclaimed cold-hearted bad girl would ever experience.Â
heartbreak.
now, jaemin tried everything to avoid you. he got out of his way so you wouldnât bump into each other, leaving class as fast as humanly possible just so you wouldnât be able to approach him. Â though he doubted you would ever get near him again, so he was actually doing you a favour, right?
after all, why else would you have left the way you did after your little rendezvous?
every time you happened to be in a room he had just stepped into, he turned around and left without giving you a second glance, face expressionless. but even when he tried to act tough in front of everyone else, you could see the pain in his eyes and it was slowly killing you.Â
truth is, you felt like a complete jerk.
scratch that, you knew you were.
but how could you comprehend the effect your actions had on jaemin if you didnât even care?
as he had realized when you decided to walk away from him that awful day in the library, he meant nothing to you. and even though it hurt him to no end, thatâs how life is.
cruel.
his friends knew something had happened to him. they could see how the usual spark in jaeminâs eyes was completely gone after you two got together to work on your genetics project. he usually kept to himself, which wasnât really out of the ordinary coming from him, but lately he barely talked, only answering with monosyllables. he stopped taking part in their conversations, not even intervening when renjun and donghyuckâs bickering got out of hand.
âhey, nana, are you coming to chenleâs place later today? weâll probably stay over and play games in his huge ass tv.â jenoâs cheerful voice made jaemin look up from his untouched lunch. he just nodded slightly before looking back down to his food.
he didnât feel like talking or hanging out with anyone, but noticing the worried expression that had replaced jenoâs usual bright smile, he tried to put on his best smile. âsure,â he tried to reassure him. jeno didnât seem so convinced, though he didnât say anything about it.
his friends also noticed how he seemed to disappear whenever you were nearby, which confirmed their suspicions of something happening between you two. he usually took his time to get ready for his next class and was fairly organized, but from that day on, he didnât even try, throwing all his belongings inside his back before rushing out of the door.Â
they were determined to find out what had happened with you to make jaemin stop being his usual self. the only problem was, how were they going to get it out of him?
~.~.~.~
âhyuck, go open the door, it must be jaemin.â jaemin could hear renjunâs voice yell from somewhere inside the house.
âugh, youâre so annoying,â donghyuck rolled his eyes as he opened the door before going back upstairs to what he assumed was chenleâs room.
âdang, not even a hello,â shaking his head in disapproval, jaemin made his way inside, closing the door after himself.
noise âor more like screamsâ could be heard coming from upstairs as his friends were most likely already playing some game. he walked towards the kitchen where he found renjun and jeno preparing sandwiches and other snacks for all of them. when they saw jaemin walking in, they stopped what they were doing to look at him.
âhey, you came,â renjun smiled, happy to see his friend coming out of his newfound shell. just like the other guys, he was concerned about his sudden change of demeanor. he honestly missed his presence and dumb comments. not that he would ever tell him, though.
âcan you help us with the drinks please?â jeno asked, hands full of snacks.Â
jaemin just nodded his head before taking six cups to fill with any drink he could find in chenleâs fridge. after they had emptied half of the cabinets, the three boys made their way to his friendâs bedroom in silence.
none of them knew what to say, or more like how to say it. renjun and jeno were dying to ask jaemin what was going on, why did he decide to stop hanging out as much with them, if they were right about you being involved in whatever happened. and jaemin could tell. he wasnât blind to not notice the weird looks they constantly threw at each other, the way they quieted down every time he approached them. but he didnât want to admit the mistake he had made. he couldnât look them in the face after spoiling all their efforts to prevent this very situation from happening.
what would they think of him?
he was supposed to be the cautious one of them all, the one who wouldnât get fooled so easily, the responsible one. but even if he knew for a fact you didnât have good intentions, he still let himself fall and ended up hurt. how could he take care of his friends if he couldnât even take care of himself.Â
âwhat took you so long?â jisung asked once they made it to their destination, snatching a few bags of chips from renjunâs arms.
ânext time youâll go get food, then,â the older boy clicked his tongue in annoyance, going to sit next to chenle on the bed.
nobody was surprised when jaemin sat by himself in a corner of the room, quietly staring at the floor. he didnât even try to take part in their conversations, just nodding from time to time to assure them he was still listening. no one knew how to approach the situation, so chenle, tired of the weird ambiance the group of boys had been engulfed in for some time now, decided to take the initiative.
âwhatâs going on, jaemin? why canât you tell us?â jaemin felt cold, mouth ajar in shock. he wasnât expecting the topic to be brought up so soon and neither chenle to be the first one to confront him about it. âdonât even try to deny somethingâs up, weâre not dumb.â Â
âwe want to help you, but we canât do anything if you donât trust us enough to tell us.â
and in that moment, jaemin finally broke.
âi fucked up,â his voice cracked, tears welling in his eyes, making his vision blurry.
âwhat? what do you mean?â donghyuck intervened. he wasnât one to usually show concern but seeing his friend so distressed made his heart hurt.
âi hooked up with y/n that day we were supposed to work on our project.âÂ
âwe t-.â
âi know, alright! i know it was a mistake and i shouldnât have let it happen, but now i donât know what to do,â jaemin thought that venting to someone else about what happened would maybe make him feel better, but it didnât, if something it actually made him feel worse. he was sure his friends though he was the biggest idiot in the whole world.
âshh, itâs okay, come here,â jeno opened his arms for jaemin, so the broken boy hugged him tightly, hiding the pained expression on his face in the elderâs shoulder.
âi donât get it, how did this all happen?â a confused jisung asked, not understanding how the hell a simple project in pairs ended up in a hookup.
âi told her to meet me at the library so we wouldnât be alone. i thought nothing could happen because there would be a lot of people around us, but things didnât work out the way i thought they would,â and as jaemin told them the whole story, they couldnât help but pity their friend.
âi thought maybe this time it would be different, you know? she talked to me as if she cared about me,â the dry chuckle he let out made the boys feel uneasy, âand i believed it.â
none of them doubted jaemin had at least a crush on you. yeah, sure, what you did was certainly not nice, but you werenât together in any way. And thatâs how hookups work, right? you fuck and then you leave. no feelings attached.
right?
âso you like her?â renjun asked, although it sounded more like a statement.Â
âi think i do.â
~.~.~.~
as much anxiety the thought of having to face you again sparked in jaemin, you both still needed to finish the project and you only had two days left. even if he didnât feel ready to talk to you yet âthough he doubted he would ever beâ, he had to man up for the sake of his grades.
seeing as his strategy of working on it in a crowded place didnât work, there wasnât another option but to section the project and get it done each on its own.
so thatâs what he intended when he waited for you in your locker, practicing his next move over and over again. the only thought in his head was getting out of the situation as soon as he could to avoid any kind of unnecessary interaction.
he was scared of his heart controlling his body and his actions rather than his head, as it would inevitably end in him falling for you once again and only more pain. it would be the perfect formula for yet another heartbreak.
and you were completely shocked when you saw him standing next to your locker, apparently waiting for you.Â
âyou can finish the first half, iâll do whatâs left,â his eyes stayed trained on the floor as he spoke. he didnât want to give you the satisfaction of seeing him so affected, so as soon as the words left his mouth, he was on his way, trying to flee the scene before you could react.Â
âjaemin, wait!â he stopped dead in his tracks, not bothering to turn around and look at you. âlook, i-iâm really sor-.â
but he didnât stay to hear the end of it.
he walked away just like you had done not even a week ago.
feeling a lump in your throat that made it harder for you to breathe, your heart shattered into tiny pieces you didnât care to pick up as you stood frozen in place.
but yours wasnât the only heart broken.
jaemin walked home with a heavy heart, eyes stinging from tears that threatened to run down his cheeks. his friends had warned him and yet there he was, sulking over you.
he felt like a fool. how could he have fallen into your trap? he knew the type of girl you were; a heartbreaker, a player, the bad girl. but either way, his heart betrayed him, pumping furiously whenever you smiled at him, whenever you got close enough for him to inhale your sweet perfume and feel your minty breath fan over his face.
anger boiled in his veins, why did you have to play with him like that? what did he ever do wrong to deserve it? he had never bothered you, always staying in his lane and out of your way. he didnât like confrontations so he stayed away from them, and being near you always included some kind of trouble.
but what hurt him the most was that he actually believed your sweet words, soft touches and loving kisses meant something. that he was stupid enough to think they meant the same to you as to him.
as you watched his figure disappear in the distance, you realized you had fucked up big time and you werenât sure there was any way you could fix it.
~.~.~.~
the very next day you found yourself walking as fast as your legs allowed you around the campus to find jaemin. you probably looked like you had gone crazy to everyone you walked past, hair messy and tired face. you pulled an all-nighter the night before, determined to finish your part of the project. you really werenât that interested in your grade. actually, your only motivation was finding an excuse to talk to him.
half an hour later, you still hadnât been able to find jaemin. you were utterly and completely frustrated, it felt like you had just wasted your time. but just as you were about to give up on your search, you found him.
he was walking down the hallway towards the opposite direction and away from you. you could only see the back of his head, but you could tell he wasnât looking ahead but at the floor, like he had been doing ever since that day. your feet started moving on their own, directing you to him.Â
âjaemin, please, listen to me,â your fingers wrapped themselves around his wrist in an attempt to make him stay. he didnât want to turn around, he didnât want to see you or be anywhere near you.
the memory of you leaving the library after using him for your own pleasure hunted him. it may sound dramatic, but jaemin was tired of the pain you brought him. he hated the way your voice still made him feel all giddy and warm inside, he wanted to forget you for good and go on with his life as it was before.
âwhy should i?â
âbecause i want to apologize, just hear me out for a second,â you pleaded, not being able to find one good reason for him to stay.
âwhy would you even be sorry, anyway? youâve never cared about others, why now and why me?â a bitter, full of hurt chuckle left his lips, eyes rolling in irony. his words felt like a punch to the stomach, the cold tone of his voice making your heart crack.
he was right, you had never cared about anyone else but yourself.
the cold-hearted behaviour jaemin witnessed in that library was what got you your infamous reputation at school; you did whatever you needed to do without looking back to see how it affected others.
thatâs why it hurt so much now that you also cared about him.
âbecause youâre different,â you whispered, eyes closed in distress and white knuckles from how hard you were clenching your fists.
âw-what do you mean? stop playing around, iâm tired of getting hurt.â
âjaemin,â your expression softened, voice coming out in a sigh and helping him relax a little. âiâm not playing with you,â you took a deep breath before proceeding to spill your guts.
âi know i made a huge mistake acting the way i did, and when i say iâm sorry i really, truly mean it. iâm aware that the wound has already been done, but it makes my heart feel heavy to see you avoiding me. itâs selfish, i know, but i donât want you to be away from me. i-iâm not sure what these feelings are or where they came from, the only thing i know is that i donât want them to go away.â
what in the world was happening?
âi think i like you, na jaemin.â
âyou like⌠m-me?â confusion was written all over his face, he couldnât tell if you were being honest or not.
âyes, i like you, and if youâd give me a second opportunity i promise iâd make it worth it.â
and as much pain you had been causing him for the last few days, he couldnât contain the butterflies that erupted in the pit of his stomach when he saw the sincerity your eyes held.Â
his body moved without him realizing, walking towards you until he could smell your sweet scent. you didnât back down, staying still with eyes locked in his even when you were sure he could hear the crazy beating of your heart. you hoped he believed you, but even if he didnât, you were determined to prove it to him, regardless of the price.Â
a surprised gasp fell from your lips when he leaned in with eyes closed, lips locking in a mind-blowing kiss. he tasted the same as last time, but the moment felt different. this kiss was less rushed, filled with strong feelings that you hoped were reciprocated.
had he accepted your apology and was willing to take you back after all you had done?
âdoes this mea-,â you broke away from the kiss to ask, but he cut you off quickly before going back to attack your mouth.
âi like you too,â your heart felt like it was about to explode, something you had never felt before. Â
your arms snaked around his neck as his hands positioned themselves on the small of your back, both trying to bring the other closer. your fingers went to his soft, fluffy hair to tug on it and jaemin groaned into your mouth.Â
for a moment, both of you forgot you were still in schoolâs grounds and anyone walking to their locker or next class could find you, but at that moment, nothing mattered.
his body felt like it was on fire, the burn almost addictive as he unconsciously pressed his hips into yours, letting you feel his growing boner. he was so into the kiss he didnât notice at first how his body was reacting to your closeness, your scent filling his senses and plump lips moving against his. but when you responded with a roll of your hips, he gasped in surprise.
âcome on, baby,â his heart pumped harder as you intertwined your fingers with his and dragged him to the teacherâs bathroom. after making sure no one was nearby, you got in and locked yourselves inside. you didnât waste any time smashing your lips together, the kiss eventually turning rougher and full of lust.
when jaeminâs back touched the wall, he broke away from the kiss to regain his breath.Â
he wasnât a resentful person, but he was determined to give you a taste of your own medicine. you were going to regret what you had done.
oh, sweet revenge.
the tables turned as he pushed you against the wall, pressing his body flush into yours. a surprised moan left your lips, hands going to his chest in a failed attempt of pushing him away and re-establishing your dominance.
âno, itâs my turn,â the new found confidence that was taking over his body made jaemin feel great. you were wordless because of the sudden change of attitude so he took the opportunity to pin both of your wrists above your head with only one of his hands and with the other, he grabbed your thigh and lifted it, holding it to his hip. with a roll of his hips, his hard cock grinded against your clothed core in such a way your legs almost buckled.
âlook at you now, where did the mean girl attitude go?âÂ
you could only moan, already feeling your damp panties stick to your folds uncomfortably, and he smirked at your lack of response. you wanted nothing more than for him to fuck you and now knew how desperate jaemin must have felt that day at the library with all your teasing.
âwhat do you want? tell me baby,â when you tried to free yourself from his grip, he tsked, only tightening it more. âiâm not letting you go, so stop being a brat. i asked you a question, tell me what you want.â
jaemin was enjoying every single second of having you so under his control. you had pegged him as someone who liked being dominated, but apparently you were wrong. by the looks of it, he was having the time of his life, not even caring about how long it's been since everything started, engraving in his brain every sound you made and the way your face contorted in pleasure when he pressed himself against you. he didnât care about his reputation anymore either, after ruining you just the way you had done with him he would have had enough to make it worth it.
âi want to see you,â your hands twitched in his grip, fingers wanting nothing more than to tug on his shirt and undress him. last time you didnât get to see him due to being in a public space, but now, locked inside the teacherâs bathroom, you could finally see him in his full glory. jaemin would normally feel shy about showing his body to someone else, especially a girl, but he couldnât let his whole confident facade fall down, so he set you free, âunbutton it then, babygirl.â
you worked on unbuttoning his shirt as fast as you could and pussy clenched around nothing when you saw his toned abdomen and chest. he was stunning. your hands trailed down his body, caressing the soft skin, drinking in all the little details. in return, jaemin lifted yours above your chest to have easy access to your breasts. the hand that was previously holding you still now came to knead your soft boobs, groaning at the way your hips bucked against his cock.
âfuck me,â you managed to let out in a whimper.
âuhm, is that what you want?â you shook your head âyesâ as soon as the question came out of his mouth, eager to feel him inside once again. âthen beg for it.âÂ
you werenât used to being the one to beg and as much as you hated following orders, you were willing to swallow your dignity if it meant he was going to touch you just how you needed.Â
âplease, jaemin,â he shook his head, not satisfied by your response, âiâm so wet and itâs all just for you, i need you to fuck me, pleaseâ you felt your face heat up in embarrassment but you opted to ignore it. he hummed, letting go of your leg for a moment to slide your panties off your body and pull down his pants before gripping your thigh once again.
âyour wish is my command,â you giggled at his cute antics, but the laughter soon got stuck in your throat when he slid his cock inside you. your eyes closed, head falling to the crook of his neck and hands gripping his biceps to hold yourself up, as jaemin groaned. you felt as tight as he could remember, but he still couldnât get used to it. his legs trembled slightly as your walls squeezed around him, âf-fuck, still so tight.â
âmove, please,â the stretch felt nice, but you needed more. and so he did as he was told, starting to slowly buck his hips into you before eventually building up a steady pace.
you felt so full with him snuggled deep inside of you, reaching places you didnât know he could with the new position. his hips angled so he could hit your g-spot with every thrust, loud moans leaving your lips.Â
âif you keep being loud weâll get caught baby,â his teeth nibbled on the skin of your neck, mouth sucking softly as to not leave marks, âor maybe thatâs what you want? for someone to catch us fucking in school property?â your moans got louder so jaemin put his hand over your lips to shush you.
âuhm, thatâd make so much more sense as to why you suddenly decided to risk my reputation and fuck me in the library where anybody could have seen us just with a turn of their heads.â his words came out so bluntly your eyes widened, body convulsing against his and high getting closer.
âf-faster, please, fuck me faster,â he obliged, lifting your skirt so it hung just above your waist to uncover your lower half. his hips snapped rougher than before as his thumb played with your sensitive clit, pressing harshly and circling furiously on it.
âoh my god, jaemin!â your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mouth falling open as muffled moans fell from your lips. jaeminâs pace got sloppy as your walls clamped down on him. he was finding it hard to move, both from the strong grip of your pussy and his nearing orgasm.
âthatâs it, baby, come for me,â and with a particular flick of his fingers you were cumming hard, juices running down the inside of your thighs. jaemin fucked you through your orgasm and followed soon after, thick cum filling you up nicely. heavy pants could be heard all over the room, fogging the bathroomâs mirror.Â
after your breathing had evened, he pulled out and dropped your leg to let you stand up comfortably. neither of you made an effort to move away from the other, eyes staying locked in the otherâs, sharing a last kiss before fixing your clothes as best as you could in the shortest period of time you could manage. you were most likely already running late for class so you didnât have time to lose.
noticing the only piece of clothing you were missing were your panties, you started searching everywhere for it. you couldnât get caught or else you would be in big trouble. two teenagers spending a considerable amount of time locked together in the teacherâs bathroom without the supervision of any adult wouldnât look good to anyone.
at some point you began panicking, you couldnât just leave your underwear in there, somebody was going to find it and you both would be fucked. for real this time.
âjaemin, have you seen my pant-.â
âyour what?â you hadnât noticed the big ass smirk jaemin was carrying as he looked at you, enjoying your misery. âmy panties,â but that wasnât the only thing you noticed, you could see the pink cloth hanging from his finger.Â
âgive them back,â you pouted cutely, making jaemin smile teasingly. ânope, now theyâre mine,â he shoved the piece of clothing inside his pocket and left you to deal with his cum dripping down your legs by yourself.
âbut itâs leaking, i canât go out like this.â
you probably sounded like a whiny child throwing a tantrum, but you really needed your underwear back or else you wouldnât be able to keep it all in.Â
âyou can and you will, sweetie,â jaemin smirked, taking your hand in his before opening the bathroom door to leave. you didnât want to leave like that, so you leaned your whole weight back so he wouldnât be able to pull you with him, but he managed. with a hard tug on your hand, he forced you out of the room and into his back.
just as you were mumbling about how strong he was, a voice made you both freeze in your spots.
âdid you guys just leave the teacherâs bathroom? what the heck?â donghyuck gasped, mouth agape in shock. he couldnât believe what his eyes were seeing; na jaemin and y/l y/n, schoolâs good boy and bad girl, walking out of the teacherâs bathroom hand in hand. jaeminâs eyes opened wide in panic. someone âor more like the worst person who could have found youâ caught you in a very compromising situation. the erratic beating of his heart made his body feel numb, cheeks flushing a deep tone of red.
he noticed jaeminâs messy hair, blushing cheeks and not properly buttoned shirt as well as your untucked one and skirt way too high up your legs that revealed a fair portion of your thighs.
and then it clicked.
donghyuckâs own eyes shot open as he connected the dots.
âoh my fucking god, you fucked in there.â
âlia:)
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tequila kisses
gn!reader x remus lupin
summary: remus gets stupidly drunk one night and shows signs of admiration. what happens the next morning when he got too wasted to remember?
warnings: drunk remus, alcohol, fluff, slight angst, illusions/mentions of sex, kissing.
word count: 2k
a/n: remus is very tall so you could be 5â10 and heâd still be able to rest his head on yours. this is gender neutral reader so please let me know if it has gendered pronouns or anything that implies a gender. also big thanks to @destourtereaux for helping me with the plot! <3 ily rosie!!
the gryffindor common room was lit up with red tinted lights. the furniture was pushed to the corners of the room for dancing space, although the dancing seemed more like sex with clothes on. the tables that were near the entrance of the common room, had drinks and snacks.
it was felt hot and sweaty. the smell of alcohol lingered throughout the room. teenagers either grinding on one another or taking shots of whatever alcohol james brought. it was a weirdly comfortable feeling.
sirius and james decided to throw a party for the pure reason that they got an O on transfigurationâ though theyâd throw a party even if they failed.
you had been standing around in a corner with a cup full of firewhiskey. you had been friends with the marauders for years so iâd have been wrong for you not to go.
james, and sirius were currently dancing with some random girls whoâs names they probably didnât know while peter watched, swaying by his lonesome. and as for remusâ where is remus?
you scoured the room for him, couldnât have been too hard, he was extremely tall. you saw him in the corner of the other side of the common room, with a bottle ofâ you squintedâ tequila.
you squirmed your way through the people. you watched the room as you made your way to the table; people making out in corners, others doing shots, dancing on top of tables, every cliche teenage party thing was currently happening.
âhey remus, you alright?â you asked loudly, trying to talk over the music that was bouncing off the walls.
âwho? me? yeah.â his words slurred together. âpeachy keenâ he said. he leaned against the wall and his long fingers gripped onto the bottle like his life depended on it.
it was the night after the full moon and peter had told you that remus got into an argument with james and sirius. chances are it was about something stupid and the boys would come crawling back to remus; they couldnât live without their moony.
âyeah, thatâs totally believableâ you looked at remus, he stared back at you with half-open lids as he took another sip from the bottle.
âi think youâve had enough remâ you attempted to take the bottle of tequila out his hands, he protested at first before loosening his grip, allowing you to take it away from him.
you turned your back to place the bottle on the table and when you turned back, you catch remus with a cigarette and a lighter in hand.
âseriously?â you scowled.
âdonât mention the twats nameâ he mumbled, the cigarette in between his slightly chapped lips. he lit it then took it between his slender fingers, releasing it from his mouth and a cloud of grey smoke fell out his mouth effortlessly.
maybe it was the firewhiskey talking, but remus looked extremely fit. merlin, the things youâd do to be in the place of the cigaâ
ây/n?â remus interrupted your promiscuous thoughts. âdid you hear me? i asked if you wanted a hit.â he mumbled while he waved the cigarette in your face.
âhmm? oh, no thanksâ you responded cluelessly. you watched as he took another hit.
âi love this song!â remus exclaimed as fernando by ABBA began playing âdance with me, y/n.â he threw his cigarette in a random cup of punch and grabbed your hands, and you just couldnât say no.
you laughed at him lowly, he was a horrible dancer. it was as if he had no control over his limbs. he swayed his head to the beat of the song. you adored his shaggy hair that was perfectly sprawled all over his head as if the gods precisely placed every strand. you admired him as he danced, his scars made him all the more beautiful.
âthere was something in the air that night. the stars were bright, fernandoâ remus sung as he spun you around.
remus pulled you chest to chest and rested his arms on your shoulder and you wrapped your arms around his torso.
âthey were shining there for you and me. for liberty, fernandoâ he continued to sing.
you held him closely, the subtly woodsy smell of his cologne and his heartbeat brought you comfort. as he hummed to the song, you couldnât help but feel an oasis of serenity, like you and remus were the only two people in the world.
yes, he was drunk, but something about his actions seemed genuine; the way he rested his chin on top of your head lingered with a sense of sincerity. you felt protected in his arms.
ây/n?â he murmured.
âyeah?â you responded softly.
âiâm drunkââ
ââi know remâ you chuckled.
âiâm drunk, and i hate everyone and everything.â he breathed out. remus pulled away from you, brushed the front pieces of hair away from your face, and said sweetly, âeverything but youâ.
you smile at him and that mustâve done something because within three seconds, he grabbed the sides of your face and his lips collided with yours, your top lip stuck between his. his lips tasted like the perfect mix honey chapstick with tequila. once again, the world felt empty, just you and remus.
you felt remusâ tongue drag along your bottom lip and you attempted to pulled away only for him to chase your lips. âremus, youâre too drunk for thisâ, you mumble against his lips.
âbut iâm sober enough to know that i want youâ his lips grazed yours as he spoke. remus had never been this confident, and thatâs how you knew he exactly how drunk he really was.
âremus, come on. youâre not thinking straight, youâre probably going to completely forget about this in the morningâ you half-jokingly scowled him, and a part of you didnât want to stop. but it would have been wrong to continue given how drunk he was.
âhow âbout i bring you up to your dorm, eh?â you suggested.
he hesitantly nodded his head, and grabbed your hand. as you two squirmed your way through the crowd, you managed to catch a glimpse of peter who had a confused look on his face. the boy nudged james, and gestured towards you and remus. james then nudged sirius, and motioned to the two of you as you disappeared from the party.
he staggered up the stairs, nearly tripping a few times causing you to laugh quietly.
âquit gigglingâ he playful frowned as he caught his balanced and pulled you towards his room. as you two walked in, remus pointed to a corner iâm the room, which was presumably his side of the dorm.
his side was cleaner than jamesâ and peterâs, whoâs sides were messes, paper scattered around and dirty clothes pile near their beds. siriusâ side was the tidiest of the four, with organized records and a neat side table. remusâ side had a few things strewn around but it was overall fairly tidy. his bed was slightly made, he probably rushed to make in the morning.
remus crawled under his covers comfortableâ not even bothering to change into pajamasâ and you sat next on his bed, next to him, he was already falling asleep. âi need to go remy, you gonna be okay?â you said softly as you stroked his hair.
he looked up at you half-lidded and remus sleepily shook his head, âcan you stay? just for tonight?â he pleaded as he lifted the blanket, gesturing for you to get in.
youâd leave in the morning before he wakes up and heâd forget all about it, you reminded yourself.
you shifted uncomfortably in his twin bed. remus adjusted himself, turning his body to face yours so that there was more space. his pinky grazed yours and you interlocked yours with his.
âgoodnight y/nâ he whispered, his warm breath hit your face before he leaned forward and placed a soft kiss against your lips.
â˘â˘â˘
rays of sunshine shone through the windows, and birds sung. you squinted due to the bright sun greeting you, once able to open your eyes, you looked to your side and saw remus; asleep and snoring quietly.
you quietly wiggle out of the blanket, you caught a glimpse of his roommates; sirius was turned on his side with his back to you presumably sleeping, but james and peter were no where to be seen. you tiptoed to the door beforeâ
âwhereâre you going?â you heard a voice, only it didnât belong to remus. the question almost sounding like a teasing... sirius.
you slowly turned on your heels and faced something youâd though that you would never seeâ sirius with messy hair, he laid on his bed, elbows propping himself up.
âhey padsâ you smiled and waved awkwardly.
âhiyaâ he wiggled his fingers as he waved âletâs just get to point, did you and moony shag?â he asked bluntly.
âwhatâ!â you covered your mouth, forgetting to keep quiet and you walked towards him âwhat? no, he got stupidly drunk last night and nothing happenedâ you whisper screamed.
âmy head hurts hellâ a sleepy voice came from the side of the room you just snuck away from. both you and sirius turned your heads and saw remus, who was clutching his head.
remus saw you on siriusâ side of the room and his eyebrows furrowed, âwhatâre you doing here y/n? did you and sirius... sleep togeââ
âno!â you both shouted.
âplease stop yellingâ remus said, ďżźrubbing his temples.
you could sense the slight tension between the two boys. you remembered that they had a fight and they hadnât made up yet.
sirius looked at you, then remus, then back to you. âiâm going to go; leave you two alone.â he stated, walking out the room, a bit dramatically.
silence filled the room. you shifted on the balls of your feet while remus was now sitting crisscross against his headboard as he played with his fingers.
âsit?â remus asked and gestured towards his bed. you tread over to his bed and sit right across from him.
âso what happened last night? because honestly, i donât remember anything, âcause if didnât sleep with sirius, why were you here atââ he looked at the clock âeight am on a sunday?â he looked at you with sunken and luminous eyes.
âwell, i actually slept here.â you said as you played with blanket on his bed.
âuh, like, here here? as in, in myâmy bed? withâ umâ with me?â he began to stammer over his words.
he was so endearing when he was flustered. he fidgets with his fingers or basically anything he could find.
âyes, rem, you asked me to stay last night. and other things happened, i told you that youâd forget about them, and well you did soââ
âi kissed you.â he said, almost surprised at his own words.
âyeah. you did.â you responded. âyouâ um, remember last night?â you asked.
âparts of it; i remember drinking my body weight times two, i remember dancing to ABBA, and kissing youââ he paused âand then holding your pinky?â he said with confusion.
you gave a half-suppressed laugh âthatâs about everything, the gist of it at least .â
ââm sorry about last night, i know i was drunkââ his nose scrunched up every few seconds; it was a tic he developed over the years, you noticed it happening whenever he felt sheepish.
ââbut, um, but i was being truthful, sort of. with my actions at least. what iâm trying toâ what iâm trying to say is that drunk remus does what sober remus doesnât have the confidence to doâ he said softly. remus looked up at you, his irises resembling pools of caramel. âbasically what iâm saying is that i like you. and itâs completely okay if you donât like me back, i understand. i just canât keep this bottled up or else iâd expââ
you interrupted him with a kiss, he caught on quickly and kissed you back and cradled your face with his left hand. yours eyes were fully closed with delight as you ran your fingers through the bottom of his hair. your nose bumped against his as the two do you moved your heads, trying to find synchronization and once you did: pure bliss.
drunk remus and sober remus are very different, but you preferred when he was himself and his kisses didnât taste like tequila.
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While You Sleep
Chapter 7
Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: fluff, mentions of violence Summary: Soulmate!AU - Throughout life, youâre given glimpses of your soulmate through dreams. As you sleep, memories flash in your mind showing you the life your soulmate has lived. Everyone around you raves about how their soulmate reads great books or volunteers in their spare time. But you canât relate as your dreams end up being more like nightmares. Through initial images of death and violence, you come to learn your soulmate is the Winter Soldier.
(a/n: i know the ending is ehh but i promise more will be explored in the next chapter <3
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Your giddiness from the morning carried into the afternoon. You felt like you were floating half the time. The orders flying in flew out too as you moved flawless and happily through your work. Even when some customers would come up insisting their drink wasnât correct, you accepted the complaint and happily presented a fresh cup. It was impeccable. A combination of feeling rested and feeling like you had someone.Â
You were at the tail-end of a rush when Steve came into the shop. He didnât get in line, though, and instead took the last seat at the counter, watching you float about cheerfully.Â
You glanced up from the espresso machine. âGood morning, Steve.â
âGood morning,â he greeted back, watching you froth some milk for the newly brewed espresso.Â
You started pouring the milk into the cup, moving your hand delicately attempting to create some kind of pattern. âNo coffee today?â
Steve shook his head as you placed the order under the pick-up sign and called out the name on the cup. You had a second to breathe and placed yourself back in front of Steve.
âI actually came to see how everything was going.â
You playfully rolled your eyes, a little smirk tugging at your lips. âI may be new to the whole soulmate thing but I am not clueless when it comes to friends. Iâm sure Bucky is sharing everything.â You turned to start wiping down your workspace.
Steve frowned, âBucky hasnât told me anything.â
Your movements stopped. Brows furrowed in confusion, you asked, âHe hasnât said anything about me?âÂ
Steve shook his head. âI just think heâs nervous. Probably wants to keep you for himself right now. I hear some soulmates can get like that at first.â
âOh,â you hummed. âWell I can try to fill you in but thereâs not much to discuss really. It's only been like a day. Dinner was lovely, though. Thank you for that, by the way.â Steve smiled. You continued, âHe walked me home that night which was very kind, and then this morning he surprised me. He was waiting outside my apartment building to walk me to work.â
Steveâs jaw went slack. âBucky walked you to work? Here?â
You nodded, maybe a bit too enthusiastically but you couldnât help yourself. âWe had a lovely walk and chatted along the way.â He stared at you as if waiting. âSteve, Iâm not going to tell you what we talked about.â
Steve let out a light chuckle, throwing his hands up dramatically in defeat. âAlright, alright,â he said, âI wonât pry but can you blame a man for trying? My best friend is finally learning about his soulmate. Thatâs big for anyone but for Bucky in particular...â
You couldnât help the blush creeping up on your face for what felt like the millionth time today. It was one thing to hear stuff from Bucky but to get an outsider's perspective, well, that was a rush. You held a little bit of pride from it as well.
âWell, thanks for getting us together,â you smiled, turning to wipe down a coffee machine.Â
âYouâre not mad at me for the ambush?âÂ
âOh, no, Iâm very mad about that.â You said, pointedly, as you glanced over back at Steve. He still had a shit-eating grin on his lips, not even an ounce of sorriness came off him.
âWell, once again, can you blame me? How else was I supposed to get you two to actually talk? Besides, Iâm not actually hearing any complaints from you about it.â
Darn. He got you there. You sighed with a small nod and faced Steve once more. âNo, of course, Iâm not complaining,â you admitted, âyouâre just lucky it turned out well.â
âIt was always going to turn out well,â Steve said, matter-of-factly. âYou two are soulmates.â
You frowned, âI couldâve moved on.â
Steve chuckled, absolutely dismissing the idea. âThat doesnât actually happen now does it?â
No, it doesnât, but you didnât want to admit it out loud. Once you actually stood in the same room as Bucky, you knew there was no turning back. However it may have ended up, you were always to feel that pull towards him. You think you were hooked the second you saw him on the television, despite that initial onslaught of fear.Â
When a few seconds had passed and Steve was still met with no answer, he gave you a smile. âHave a good rest of your day.âÂ
As he turned his back to you, you called out, âI gave him my number.â Once the words left your lips you felt a bit unsure of why you were telling him this. âThatâs another thing that happened this morning. I just really wanted toâŚâ What did you want to do?
âOpen that connection?â Steve guessed but you realized quickly that was correct. You wanted a more direct line to him, to maybe establish more happenings and dates. It sounded so fucking childish in your head but this all was so new to you.
Once you nodded, confirming his assumptions. Steve said, âHeâs probably very thankful for that.âÂ
Now he was really done speaking. Steve promptly left after that without any more goodbyes or chances for you to blurt out ridiculous updates. Why, anyways, were you actually updating Steve? Maybe because part of you felt you owed him. He sort of deserved to know a little about the couple he aided along in bringing together. Or maybe he was living vicariously through you two seeing as his own soulmate was gone. Perhaps, though, at the end of the day, he was a friend and from your previous observations, this kind of chatter over soulmates and first glances was what other people did. It felt good to finally sort of be in on it all with everyone else.
***
It was late in the afternoon when your phone buzzed. You were just starting to make your way to your apartment. Slightly confused, you turned on the screen to see a text message written more in the form of a formal letter.
Good afternoon. Did this send? Xo, Bucky
Despite the silliness and him clearly dating himself (not like it was a secret, though), you were practically wooed by the little hugs and kisses at the end. It really reminded you of some old-timey letter. You swore, it was always the simplest things with this man that just pulled you in.
Quickly, you crafted your message back: It sent! Was that your first text message ever?
After hitting âsend,â you started on the path back home. While maybe not expecting an immediate response, you also didnât expect to be halfway to your building before Bucky texted back.Â
Yes, the text read. Can I call? -Bucky
You chuckled at the continuation of the sign-off but quickly replied, telling him you were free to talk whenever. Within seconds, your phone was ringing.Â
âHello!â you said, fairly a bit too cheerily into your phone. You could practically hear Buckyâs smile as he answered.Â
âHello,â he greeted you. âHow is work?â
âIt was good,â you said, âIâm on my way home now.â
âWhat?â Bucky gasped. âYou shouldâve told me what time you got off. I wouldâve walked you home.â
You giggled, âWell, you maybe you shouldâve asked what time my shift ended. I think this goes both ways, Buck.â
There was a moment of silence. âI forgot,â he eventually admitted with a sigh. âSomeone had to go and kiss my cheek so I really couldnât think straight.â
You let out a loud laugh at his comment, feeling a blush creeping on slowly on your neck and cheeks. Bucky matched your laugh.
âIâm sorry Iâm such a distraction, Iâll do better,â you giggled. âWas there a particular reason you wanted to call?â
Bucky let out a bit of a disappointing sigh as if he didnât want to admit something. âIâm not too skilled at this texting thing.â
âOh,â you frowned, a bit uncertain. âItâs just like typing on a computer.â Sure, you said it like it was so obvious, but then you sort of hit you, remembering who you were speaking to. You stopped in your tracks, wanting to bang your head against a wall. âI-I mean-,â
âItâs alright,â Bucky let out a breathy chuckle. âI have typed on a computer but my phone doesnât mimic that. Itâs one of those flipping phones.â
âFlipping phones?â It took you a second but then the lightbulb went off. âOh, you have a flip phone. No keyboard, then.â
âNo keyboard,â he confirmed. âI figured out how to use the little keypad but itâs not exactly efficient. Plus, calling allows me to hear your lovely voice.â
You continued walking, suppressing a ridiculous, dopey smile as you passed others on the street. âYouâre such a flirt.â
He let out a thoughtful hum. âYeah? You think so?â
You caught yourself nodding before realizing he couldnât even see you. âAbsolutely,â you said out loud.
âGlad to know I still got some game.â
âOh?â You inquired. âWere you swooning all the ladies back in the day?â The second the words left your mouth, you realized where this conversation was going and a sharp twinge of jealousy ran through you. Your eyes began watering at just the ridiculous thought of a hopeless Bucky thinking he had no soulmate and mindlessly pulling in girls left and right.
Bucky mustâve picked up on the sudden shift in you - possible perks of the bond - because he spoke very carefully after a minute. âPast me certainly did some things,â he admitted, âbut he didnât know there was a beautiful woman waiting for him way down the line.â
Your throat tightened a bit at the threat of tears. You took a couple of deep breaths completely shocked by how emotional one little thought could make you. The conversation on the topic hadnât even lasted a full minute and Bucky was frantically calming you down.Â
You wanted to change the subject. Possibly putting it back on you. âWhen did you first learn about me?â
Bucky went silent again. You pressed the phone to your ear with your shoulder, waiting, as you rifled for your keys in your bag when you saw your building coming into view.Â
âThey⌠I⌠I went, or really it, went dormant and I donât know how I remember this, usually, my brain went blank in those circumstances, but one day I got this vision of you. You were playing with this bright, white cat on the lawn with this little house right behind you.â Mittens, you realized as you began unlocking your apartment door. He saw you with your pet cat Mittens whom you had when you were just a kid. âI was really confused until I felt that tug in the soulmate line or whatever they call it. I knew it was real because you never vanished. No matter what they did to me, when I was put away, you were there. Like some sort of angel sitting in my head. They couldnât take that from me. They could never take you.â
You thought you were going to start crying as you stood in the doorway of your apartment hearing the sadness mixed with faint hope run throughout Buckyâs voice as he recalled the dreams. You could practically feel it all, too, within you.
âBuckyâŚâ you sighed. A light sniffle came through on the other end but he didnât acknowledge it. Instead, Bucky abruptly turned the tables on you as you probably shouldâve expected. While you wanted to talk more of it out with him (Lord knows it seems like he needed it) you let him steer the conversation.
âI know you said we could discuss this later but Iâm very curious,â Bucky began, changing the subject as easily as you had just prior, âwhen did you first learn about me? You said youâve seen some things but Iâm really curious what your first impressions were.â
It was like someone just stabbed in through the chest. You really shouldâve known this was coming. The first memories of Bucky - the Winter Soldier - flashed through your mind chaotically.Â
âI really donât-,â
âPlease,â he begged. The tone in his voice now⌠You had made it all too obvious earlier that morning. Of course, this was bound to come back around and you had opened the fucking gates. âIt doesnât have to be detailed. Just⌠something.â
You sighed, running your hands through your hair in anger as you took a seat on the couch. âYou werenât really you.â That was all you felt you could say as your heart was now in your stomach and your throat felt like it was filled with razor blades.Â
âI wasnâtâŚâ He sounded confused at first but then the words trailed off. You could practically feel the exact moment when it all clicked for him. You wanted to throw up.
âBucky-,âÂ
You were cut off by the line going dead and the sound of dial tone greeting your ears.
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The Pact - Date #6
Pairing/Genre: OT7 BTS x reader (not poly), idol!BTS, best friend BTS
Word Count: 5.7k
Premise: The truth about the pact the boys have about you has been revealed. What happens when you agree to go on a single date with each of them?
Warnings: reader is confused about feelings, so thatâs frustrating lol. the boys are annoyingly perfect as per usual. other than that, fluffy as always.
a/n: HAHA. well, ngl, this date came for me. pls nobody kill me after reading this lol. as always, your feedback is encouraged and GREATLY appreciated. please let me know your thoughts! also, we are getting down to it! only one more date to go!! so exciting!
also, an official copy of the Pact will be up on Wednesday! so youâll get two updates next week!! enjoy!Â
Date #6
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Youâve been staring at this thing for way too long.
You can already feel the hint of a headache creeping behind your eyes, and itâs enough to have you setting the copy of The Pact that you stole from Jin down on the coffee table. Groaning as you clamber to your feet, you take a long moment to stretch and fight off the exhaustion thatâs attempting to settle over you.
Tired mind somehow managing to continue limping on in its endless speculation, you yourself limp over to the kitchen. Staring at the kitchen sink with a few dirty dishes waiting, you consider splashing some water on your face.
Glancing up at your reflection in the window thatâs just above the sink, you decide against it. Not when youâve just managed to get completely ready for this date.
Your date should be here in about an hour, leaving you with too much time to sit and think. With a sigh, you begin to fill up one side of the sink with hot soapy water, deciding to do something productive with your time while you wait.
The soap bubbles that grow before your eyes has your mind wandering off again. This time, itâs remembering last week and a similar soapy view. However, youâd been side by side with Seokjin. And that song had been playing in the backgroundâŚ
âWhat are you daydreaming about?â
You shriek, dropping a plate in the sink and facing the onslaught of sloshing dishwater and stray soap bubbles.
Jeon Jungkook resembles a caught crook outside the kitchen window. You consider breaking a plate over his head, especially as his typical wide eyed gaze has been replaced with a knowing smirk.
âJust thinking about throwing something at your head,â you sigh. Pulling the plug on the drain, you watch as the soapy water disappears. Hopefully it takes any evidence of your thoughts with it, but you have a feeling that your reddened cheeks have already given you away. âWhy are you creeping outside my window?â
Jungkookâs golden laughter makes the corners of your mouth turn up. âAh, I tried to knock. I donât think you heard me, though.â
You blink. âOh.â Has it already been an hour?
Did you just spend an hour washing the same plate while daydreaming?
âOh is right. Now, are you gonna let me in?â
Wiping your hands on a dish towel, itâs one with stitched stars on it that Yoongi gifted you a couple of years ago, you hurry over to open the door. The second you do, Jungkook is stepping inside and locking you in a bear hug. Your squeal is muffled as youâre buried in his embrace, but you canât quite find it in yourself to complain.
He smells like vanilla.
âHappy Saturday,â you stammer out. From where your head is pressed up against Jungkookâs chest, you can hear how his heart is hammering against his ribs.
Taking a step back to see whatâs wrong, you frown as he looks at you with a fairly calm expression. Thereâs a hint of nervousness in his eyes which youâre sure is mirrored in your own.
âHappy Saturday to you, too. Ready?â
No, not really. Not since youâve been planted at the sink, little beads of sweat forming due to the steaming water.
âGive me five minutes to freshen up?â You ask with an apologetic smile. Jungkook waves you off, pulling up the sleeves of his black, long-sleeve shirt and heading toward the kitchen.
âSure, take your time. We donât have a strict schedule tonight.â
Without waiting to see what he intends to do in your kitchen (pilfer snacks being the most likely course of action), you hurry to your bedroom.
There are hints of them everywhere you look.
One of the flowers from Jinâs bouquet is hanging upside down to dry above your dresser. You felt a bit like a teen doing that, but a small piece of you wanted to keep some sort of memory of last weekâs date.
Jiminâs music box sits beside the books you bought with Namjoon. Youâve found that listening to the music box while reading is quickly becoming a habit of yours.
Of course, that means you snack on the walnuts that Taehyung left for you while reading. You hadnât even realized that he left them until this past week. Theyâd been hiding in your cupboard, and youâd taken quite a liking to them. Either that, or the small sticky note that was attached to the bag.
A single heart traced in bold lines and scribbles.
Slipping on Hobiâs bracelet has become like second nature, making you smile as you twist it around the face the right way.
âOk,â you breathe out with a glance toward the mirror. You smooth out your hair, straightening your blouse and black jeans. âHere we go.â
Of course, you canât forget the biggest reminder of the boys.
The copy of the pact that you stole from Jin last week, currently atop your dresser-
âOh no,â you breathe out as soon as you remember that the pact is not where itâs supposed to be.
Youâd taken it out earlier for some light perusing, and had left it out on the coffee table. As far as you knew, none of the boys were aware of your thievery. Yet.
Sneaking out of your room and tiptoeing down the hall, you hear Jungkook humming to himself in the kitchen. Trying to remain as quiet as possible, you make a beeline for the front room.
You let out a sigh of relief when the pact is still undisturbed on the table. Swooping down to grab it, you turn on your heel and-
âAH!!!â
âAh!â Jungkook yells back, towering over you.
âWhy would you-â you hit one shoulder âsneak up-â you assault the other âon me like that?!â
Jungkook grabs your wrist, nose scrunching up as he looks at you like youâre some sweet woodland animal and not a crazy woman.
âWhy so jumpy today?â He croons, doing his best to get under your skin. Then he frowns, releasing your wrist in exchange for stepping a little closer. âIs everything ok?â
âY-yeah,â you stutter, gripping the pact in your free hand behind your back. âI just have to put something away and then weâre good to go, ok?â
He assesses you for another minute before stepping aside. âSounds good.â
Rushing to your room and closing the door, you rest against it for a moment and close your eyes. So far, so good. Right?
Stuffing the pact into a drawer in your dresser, you grab your things and double check yourself in the mirror.
Why are you so jumpy today?
Perhaps the fact that all of this is coming to an end very soon is what has you on edge. The fact that Jungkook is here means that thereâs only one date left.
And then what?
Itâs a question you donât know how to answer. And yet, youâre the only one that can.
Taking a steadying breath, you salute your reflection and head out.
Jungkook waits for you by the door, lookingâŚwell, looking like Jungkook. Black shirt, drawstring army green pants, thick boots. His hair looks a little windblown, which you know has become a recent sort of addiction for him. The thought of him driving with the windows down makes you grin. No doubt he looked like some sort of excited puppy with his hair flying in the wind.
Jungkook, unaware of you train of thought, just grins back.
âYou look great,â he mumbles out, a tinge of pink giving him away. For all of your antics that you have a tendency to get into, you sometimes forget that Jungkook is one of the shyest out of all the boys.
âSo do you,â you respond. Turning before you can spot the smile on his face, Jungkook opens up the door and escorts you outside. âWhatâs on the agenda for tonight?â
âWell, that depends,â Jungkook skips down the steps, shoving his hands in his pockets. He reaches the car before you, pulling the passenger side door open. âWhat do you wanna do?â
You pause before sliding into the car, noting that itâs the same one you took with Namjoon. Itâs an SUV, much more spacious than the smaller cars you drove in with Hobi or Tae. âWhat do you mean?â
Shrugging, Jungkook heads over to the other side of the car before hopping in. You finally get in as well, looking at the boy quizzically. He fiddles with the keys, glancing over at you before resting his hands atop the steering wheel.
âThis is your sixth date,â he muses. âI figured that this might be nice, for a change. You say the word, and Iâll take you wherever you wanna go. We haveâŚâ he squint at the clock, which reads seven oâclock. âApproximately five hours.â
âHuh.â You lean back against your seat, staring out at the road with a dumbfounded expression. âReally? Did you just not plan anything?â
Jungkook looks offended. âOf course I did! I have a backup plan if you canât come up with anything. I donât knowâŚI just thought it might be nice. Letâs go do whatever you want.â
The gears in your mind begin to turn and youâre half tempted to just go with whatever Jungkook has as his backup plan, until you remember something.
âYou mean it?â You ask, wiggling your brows at Jungkook. âWhatever I want?â
Jungkook stares in disbelief at the rundown building, a smile fighting its way onto his cheeks. âThis? This is what you wanted?â
He must have thought that youâd choose something a bit more daring than this. However, you nod happily, slipping out of your seat and wandering over to his side of the car. He still remains inside, looking at the building with absolute confusion. With a sly grin, you open up his door and gesture for him to exit.
âCâmon, letâs eat.â
Together you make your way inside the open air restaurant, taking in the sight and smells. You wave at the worker behind the front counter, who grins and waves back at you.
Taking a seat in the far corner at a plastic chair and table, you canât help but laugh at the awestruck expression on Jungkookâs face. The lighting inside is poor, it doesnât quite reach your corner of the room. However, just enough of it reaches Jungkook to highlight the shadows on his face and occasionally catch on his eyes.
âThis place has the best lamb skewers,â you explain. âI havenât come out in a long time.â
Jungkookâs expression melts into one of adoration as he looks at you, and you wonder if he realizes it. âI love lamb skewers.â
âI know.â
When youâre ready, you call out your order to a passing worker. They nod, rushing to the back to pass it on. A few people are scattered throughout the restaurant, most of which are too enraptured by their food or their friends to pay any attention to you two. Jungkook blends right in, except for his giant boots that set him apart. Hopefully nobody will pay them any mind.
Settled across the table from Jungkook, you let out a sigh of relief.
âWhat?â Jungkook immediately asks, ever the intuitive one. âAre you sure everythingâs alright? Maybe I shouldâve come up with something fun to do instead of make you choose-â
You hold up a hand, waving him off. âNo, Iâm happy. This isâŚnice.â
Jungkook blinks, and suddenly youâre reminded of a date you went on in middle school. He somehow manages to revive those same butterflies when he looks at you like that.
âAre you sure?â
âPositive,â you reassure. âAlthough I am a little surprised that you arenât the final date. Didnât you decide the order?â
âAh,â Jungkook leans back, forgetting that heâs sitting on a stool. He nearly topples over, making you lurch forward and grab his hand. âUh, thank you,â he mutters as he sits up straight.
âCareful,â you quietly chide, going to sit back down. You attempt to take your hand out of his grasp, but Jungkook latches on. Intertwining his fingers through yours, he gives you a soft smile which has you relaxing in his grasp.
Resting your hands in the center of the table, Jungkook speaks up again. âAnyways, yeah. The order. I was planning on going last, but then the thing that Yoongi has planned didnât work out for any other weekend. So we swapped.â He takes up tracing the outline of your knuckles, resting his chin in the palm of his free hand.
âI see.â The way that the shadows are playing with Jungkookâs features has you remembering a different time when you two were stuck a in dark room. âSoâŚuhâŚâ you try to come up with something else to say in order to fight off the memory of Jungkookâs arms around you.
You suppose thatâs when it all started. And thatâs traitorous question which had popped up into your mind in the haunted house, when you wondered if Jungkook was about to kiss you.
And you wondered if youâd let him.
Sitting across from him now and seeing how his eyes widen with excitement as your food is placed before you, you try and fail to fight off a similar question. One thatâs been plaguing you for weeks now.
âTheseâre âmazing,â Jungkook coos as he takes another bite of the lamb skewer. âWhy havenât you told me about this place before?â
Chuckling at his reaction, you grab his wrist and angle the skewer toward you. Leaning forward, you take a bite of the food and watch as Jungkook visibly swallows.
You shrug. âIt didnât seem like something worth sharing at the time.â
âMmm,â Jungkook appears to be scolding you, but the words arenât quite coming out as food keeps going in. âMm-mmhmm.â
You burst out laughing at his impressive performance, leaning back and-
Thwack!
Stool slipping out from under you, you collapse onto the ground in a fit of laughter. Jungkook throws his food down, jumping up to his feet and looking concerned until he sees that youâre still laughing. Shaking his head, he extends his hand and helps you back to your feet.
âItâs gonna be a miracle if we make it out of this place without a concussion.â
You wipe fake tears from your eyes, settling back down on your chair. âPromise me youâll pay for my hospital bills?â
âIâll consider it.â
When you gasp in offense, he points to the food. âHey! Itâs not my fault that you were keeping vital information from me! That really threw a wrench in my trust for you!â
âThis is what you consider vital information?â
âHey, donât judge me.â
âIâm just sayingâŚitâs a little concerning.â
âDonât we tell each other everything?â Jungkook shoots back with pleading eyes. To an outsider, it looks like a typical loverâs quarrel. Little do they know, youâre bickering about lamb skewers.
You shoot him a pointed look. âOh-ho, you really wanna talk about sharing everything? Need I mention a certain pact-â
âNo, you do not.â
âHmph.â You cross your arms. âThatâs what I thought.â
âIn my defense, I did tell you. Eventually.â From the way he begins chewing on his lips you can tell that heâs remembering the circumstances in which he told you about the pact.
However, itâs the way his eyes dart down to your mouth that have you recalling a feeling of unfinished business with Jungkook. Youâre not quite sure what it is, but itâs there.
âAfter two years.â
He points a finger at you. âHey, two and a half- oh, wait.â
âThat didnât help.â
âNo yeah, I see that now.â
You snort, grabbing some food. Itâs all too easy to slip back into your familiar banter with Jungkook. Youâve missed it.
Jungkook looks a little lost in his thoughts as he munches on his lamb skewer, a pout forming on his face. You nudge his knee under the table, shooting him a questioning look.
âWhatâs up?â You ask quietly.
He resumes chewing on the inside of his cheek, staring down at his food like heâs about to interrogate it. âDo you regret it?â
Youâre not exactly sure what heâs referring to, but either way it leaves a knot in your stomach. âRegret what, Guk?â
Jungkook shrugs, his pout only growing. âFinding out about it? Agreeing to all this?â
Setting your food down, you ponder for a moment over the past six weeks. Perhaps a small part of you does regret knowing. However, itâs more for the fact that you know things canât return to normal. Not after all youâve experienced. Not after the way certain people have managed to lodge themselves into your heart more than youâd care to imagine.
âThis,â you begin, and without thought you find yourself reaching across the table for Jungkookâs hand. He reads your thoughts, meeting you halfway. âIs the most terrifying thing I think Iâve ever done. Itâs weird, and new, and frightening.â
Jungkook nods, seeming to have expected this. Before he can come to some silent understanding within his mind, you continue on.
âBut I wouldnât change it for the world. These last six weeks have beenâŚâ you shake your head, struggling to find the words.
How do you put this into words? Those small moments between breaths, the way you felt from the way some of the boys looked at you. How do you explain that you have never before felt so loved in your life? That despite the worries and improbability of it all, you would never change it for the world?
ââŚperfect.â
Blinking up at you, Jungkook looks a little shocked. âPerfect?â
âIâm glad you told me,â you admit, voice coming out a nothing more than a whisper. âI hope you donât regret it.â
Jungkookâs eyes trail down to where your hands are interlocked. âIâm glad I told you, too.â
You feel so warm, sitting here. The food is half gone, the restaurant is loud and busy. Jungkook keeps one hand in yours as he takes up his skewer again, making sure to give you a bite every once in a while.
Youâre so caught up in your thoughts that you donât notice the rain that begins to fall. It drizzles at first, however when a clash of lightning strikes, you jolt. Jungkook squeezes your hand.
âEat up,â he mumbles. âWhat do you wanna do after this?â
The rainfall seems to quell your thoughts, finally silencing them as you focus entirely on Jungkook. âIâm not sureâŚhow about you choose? I already chose the food.â
Jungkook harrumphs his agreement, jumping up to go pay while you finish off the remaining food. Itâs utterly delicious, even more so than you remember. Truly, your love of food knows no bounds.
You snort at yourself, probably looking like an idiot but enjoying your own company. Jungkook wanders back over, a half-smile already on his face at your state.
âWhatâs so funny?â
You shake your head, pointing to the platters of food. âI swear, Iâm just using you guys so I can eat whatever I want. Itâs amazing.â
Jungkook lets out a startled laugh. âI canât believe you. Using us like that.â Thereâs no bite in his words, which only makes it all so much better. âCâmon, weâll have to hurry to the car. Itâs pouring out there.â
Indeed it is. Together the two of you sprint toward the car, cursing the fact that you didnât have to foresight to at least bring a jacket. Instead you fend off the rain by throwing your hands over your head, heart melting a bit when you feel Jungkook trying his best to lean over you to take the brunt of the attack.
Once youâve leapt inside the car itâs only a matter of seconds before Jungkook is on the other side. He shakes out his hair as he starts up the car, making you shout in protest.
Naturally, he does it a bit more.
âYah!â You shout. âI surrender!â
This seems to sate him, making him smile at you mischievously. âGood.â Pulling out onto the road, he takes off toward an unknown destination. âSit tight, weâll be there in a bit.â
It doesnât take long to get there. Itâs a little difficult to tell where you are exactly due to the heavy rain, but you can just make out a pond and grove of trees beyond the downpour.
âStay right here,â Jungkook instructs before diving out of the car.
Like, literally dives. Youâre fairly certain he goes headfirst, making you burst out into peals of laughter. He reappears a second later, already drenched while he begins to lay the seats down. Youâre dying to ask what heâs doing, but youâre not sure if he would be able to hear you as heavy raindrops thud against the roof.
Once heâs managed to get all of the seats down, he makes his way to the trunk. He glances up to where you watch from the front seat, a look of determination shining in his eyes.
âClose your eyes,â he orders. Itâs hard to hear him, but itâs easy enough to read his lips. Theyâre glistening with raindrops, which he hasnât bothered to lick off yet-
Er, itâs not like you were staring. Nah. No. Nothing like that. Just happened to notice them.
Yeah. Thatâs what it was.
Despite your curiosity, you turn around to face the front and close your eyes. Itâs hard to tell whatâs going on behind you, but you occasionally catch the sound of Jungkook crawling around.
It feels like an eternity later when Jungkook opens up your door, making you jump at the sudden onslaught of rain. He grins at you from behind his soaked hair, extending his hand.
âHurry!â
Jumping out of the car, you chase after Jungkook who keeps a firm grip on your hand. He leads you around to the back of the car, where he hurries to open up the trunk.
You hardly have time to take in the sight the unfolds before your eyes before Jungkook wrapping his hands around your waist and hoisting you into the car. You push your hair out of your eyes, about to crawl forward when a hand on your ankle stops you.
âShoes!â Jungkook shouts, apparently past the point of speaking in full sentences. Turning around to sit down properly, you get to work on one of your sneakers while Jungkook takes the other. Once theyâre off, you crawl up to the front to toss them onto the floor.
Once theyâre safely stowed away, you turn around and take a look at the back of the car.
Somehow, in the span of just a couple of minutes, Jungkook has transformed the back of the car into an impromptu paradise.
As he clambers in and brushes past you to toss his shoes up front, you gape. A couple of pillows are propped up on the edges of the car, looking like clouds amidst the sea of the comforter. The blanket itself is soft to the touch, and you spot another blanket folded in the corner. Hanging from the latches on the ceiling are battery powered string lights, dowsing you in a fairy-like dreamland.
The hatch remains open, providing a breathtaking view. Sure enough, thereâs a pond. Just beyond the bond stands a grove of tall trees, hardly wavering in the rain. The entire view is nothing short of ethereal. Itâs enough to leave you wondering for a moment if youâve unintentionally wandered into some strange remake of A Midsummer Nightâs Dream because youâve become that thereâs no way magic doesnât exist.
And thereâs Jungkook, sitting across from you with a timid smile while he delves into one of his many pockets in his cargo pants. A second later he produces a deck of cards, tossing them between you where they land softly on the thick comforter.
âThis,â he says a touch breathlessly, âwas my backup plan.â
There are no words left in your brain to describe this moment. The way water droplets drip from the long strands of Jungkookâs hair has you mesmerized, and you force yourself to reach out for that deck of cards and slide them from the box.
âThis,â you stammer out, âis the best backup plan ever.â
Jungkook is radiant as his smile grows, nose scrunching up and a soft chuckle leaving those lips. âThanks.â
Youâre not sure how long youâre in the back of the car, playing Egyptian Ratscrew until tears are running from your eyes as you laugh and squeal. Jungkook inevitably wins, probably due to your vision being impaired by said tears. Eventually you decline a 33rd round (he says that itâs only the eleventh but your throbbing hands say itâs definitely the 33rd) in favor of laying out and watching the rain.
Jungkook joins you where you sprawl out on your stomach, watching the ripples in the pond as the rain continues. Itâs let up a bit more now, but the sound of rain on the roof is enough to lull you into a tired trance.
Leaning into your side, Jungkook loops his arm through yours until his hand is resting on your own. You automatically rest your head against his shoulder, letting out a content sigh.
âYour hands are so red,â Jungkook whispers. You snort, examining your abused hands.
âYeah, I told you that you slap hard,â you whisper back furiously. Jungkook chuckles, making you shake along with him.
âDonât act all innocent. You about killed me,â he replies, showing off his reddened hands. âI forgot how brutal that game is.â
âMe too. But itâs so fun.â
âMmm.â
âI mean, when else do I get a free pass to slap you?â
Now Jungkook laughs in earnest, the sound going straight to your heart. âYouâre ruthless.â
âHey, youâre the one that has a thing for ruthless women.â
âTouchĂŠ.â
Soon the rhythm of the rain fades into the background as Jungkook takes up a melody, humming softly. Your eyes drift shut, taking in the sound.
It would be so easy to stay here forever. The blanket is so soft, Jungkook is so sweet, the view so perfect.
Your lips form the words before you completely comprehend whatâs going on. ââŚwanna stay here.â
âHmm?â Jungkook asks, his voice coming from above you. He shifts, arm resting along your back and wrapping around your waist. âWhatâd you say, jagiya?â
âI wanna stay.â
âWe can stay a little longer,â he reassures gently. You shake your head, nuzzling deeper into his side.
âForever, though.â
âYou wanna stay forever?â
âMhmm.â
Jungkook brushes a hand through your hair before running a finger along your jawline. âBack here, with me? And the blankets?â
You hum in agreement. âAnd the lights and the rain.â
He lets out a breathy laugh. âIt canât rain forever, jagiya.â
âWhy not?â Your brain isnât completely coherent at the moment, but you donât try to stop it.
âWeâd float away.â
âOh.â
âOk?â
âMm.â
Eventually the rain turns into a light drizzle and Jungkook deems it time to head back. Itâs already late, but you find yourself wanting to bask in the soft glow that the string lights provide for just a moment longer.
Jungkook reassures you that he wonât put the seats back up yet, but that you need to head up front. Getting up and moving seems to kickstart your brain, and youâre much more awake when you settle into the front seat.
The two of you settle into a comfortable silence, the radio quietly singing. You two sing along, and you stare out the window as you drive down the streets of Itaewon. You pass the spot you ate earlier, making you smile.
All too soon, youâre turning onto your street. Itâs enough to make you attempt sinking through the seat, but Jungkook parks the car and comes around to your side.
âWelcome home,â he mumbles as you slide out of the car. You turn your face up to the sky, allowing the light rain to wake you up a bit more.
âThank you.â
Jungkook takes your hand in his as you head up the stairs to your apartment, and you wonder for a moment if thatâs your racing pulse you feel or his own. Itâs that question that has you racing back to reality.
The doorstep.
You reach your door, turning to face Jungkook. You havenât even tried getting your keys out yet, the thought hasnât crossed your mind. Instead, you stare up at Jungkook only to find him chewing on the inside of his cheek and staring down at the ground. He massages the back of his neck, looking for all the world like heâs forgotten how to speak.
âThank you,â you repeat for the second time in less than a minute. âI really enjoyed it, Jungkook. IâŚâ your words trail off as Jungkook takes a step forward, hands reaching around you to wrap around the railing of your porch.
âDo you ever wonder what might have happenedâŚâ Jungkookâs eyes snap up to yours, and they betray his next words as they drift to your lips. âIf I had kissed you that night?â
A sound comes out of your throat, however youâre not sure if it was a half-formed word or simply a reaction to the way Jungkook nibbles on his bottom lip as he tilts his head to one side.
He takes another micro-step, effectively trapping you between him and the wrought iron railing. âBecause I do. Every day.â
Again, that question comes flying back from the catacombs of your memory. Right now, you wonder if heâll kiss you.
You wonder if youâd let him.
The fact that this question has been on your mind for so long makes you realize the answer to his question.
Youâre not sure how you manage to speak as you feel Jungkookâs hands slide onto your waist, but you do. âY-yes. I do.â Taking a deep breath you utter out, âOf course I do.â
Another step, a bit of rain slipping down the bridge of his nose. He looks like heâs stopped breathing, but you wonder if thatâs only because youâre holding your breath.
Heâs leaning down, eyes so focused on yours that you feel as though your soul has been laid out before him. Finally, once heâs mere millimeters away, he takes a shaky breath.
âJust once.â
You wonder if it was meant more for himself than for you, but you donât have time to entertain the thought for long before heâs pressing forward.
The first touch of his lips against yours reminds you of the paradise you were in just minutes ago. His lips are soft â so soft â against yours, reminding you of resting on a cloud. His lips are hesitant, so unlike the iron-like grip he has on your hips.
Some part of your brain is screaming at you, although youâre unsure of why. What could the consequences of such a beautiful action be?
Itâs beautiful enough to make you frown when Jungkook pulls away, the raindrops on his lips long gone as you taste them on your lips. He looks down at you sheepishly, taking a single step back.
âI- IâŚâ he chokes the words out, looking like there might be an internal war going on in his head as well. For a moment, he wins. âOne more,â he whispers, the words almost lost to the soft pitter patter of the rain.
Heâs much faster this time, throwing caution to the wind as he closes in on you. One hand tangles itself in your hair, the other caressing your cheek as you sigh against his mouth. The kiss is a little sloppy, the force of it nearly making you stumble backward. You cling to his shirt in an effort to remain upright, attempting to somehow crawl closer despite your already close proximity.
One more quickly turns into two, then three. All you know is the feel of his lips against yours and the rain gently falling, having lost count a while ago.
Everything is Jungkook, Jungkook-
Completely unbidden, someone else floats into your train of thought.
You gasp as your thoughts take an unexpected turn, eyes flying open. The sight before you completely wrecks you.
Jungkook leans forward once more, hair a mess and cheeks rosy pink. Thereâs a dazed look in his eyes, and you realize that he must have assumed you just needed to breathe before falling into you again.
He leans in, quick to turn your thoughts toward him again. Soon itâs him, all him in your head.
And yet-
You stumble back as though struck by lightning, then jump in earnest as lightning does strike. Jungkook stares at you, but for a brief moment as his features are lit up by the lightning, all you can see is him.
What does that even mean?
âI- uhâŚâ youâre practically panting, fighting with all you have to not reach out for Jungkook as he takes a step back. His eyes clear a bit, and you can already see the guilt festering in his eyes. You attempt a joke. âArenât you breaking rule #5?â
Jungkook blinks at you. âWhat? IâŚthat wasâŚa lot. Iâm so sorryâŚrule five? What?â
âYou knowâŚthe pact, rule five-â you throw a hand over your mouth, realizing that you may have said too much.
âHow do you know thatâs rule #5?â Jungkook asks, but youâre already pushing him off your porch and fumbling for your keys. âWait, have you read-â
âThanks again, Jungkook!â You shout over your shoulder, throwing your front door open. âAnd, er, I liked kissing you- wait, thatâs not normal-â
Jungkook laughs, although still looking concerned. He frowns, and you do your best to avoid noting just how much pinker his lips look now. âI hope youâre ok-â
âGreat! Iâm great!â
Youâre not. Youâre a little frantic at the moment, but great.
With that, Jungkook waves goodbye and turns away, bidding you goodnight.
Itâs a long time before you move out of the front room. Instead, you take up camp on your couch, staring off into the distance. Replaying, rewinding, reliving what just happened.
In the end, youâre more confused than when you began.
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please let me know what your thoughts are! You donât necessarily have to be rooting for one of the boys specifically, but let me know who you think has the best shot/who you really swooned over! ;) and yes, itâs ok to be confused. like, what the freak just happened. *nervous laughter*
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Coffee Run - Part One
Pairing: Ina x Bea
Summary: Tensions are high after Bea is paired with Poppy on a project.
Warnings: Mentions of bullying, but mostly fluff!
Word count: 2045
Tagging: @ikingsley @kaitlynliaofanxx @kwaj115 @sheepmomther-personal @swimmingshoebakerydreamer @domakir @veenast @hellyeah90sbaby
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âHow do I look?â, Bea asked, walking into the common area like it was her own personal catwalk. Arms in the air, the brunette paused ahead of the kitchen island, adding a twirl for flair. Hiding her mouthful, Zoey threw her an exaggerated wink whilst she finished chewing her food. âTwit twoo Babe! You look pure fire!â She reached out to touch Bea, hissing and pulling her hand away at the âburnâ.
When their laughter died down, Zoey shot a look at her watch âoh shit Bea, youâve got five minutes to get across campus! And we both know this is a class you do not want to be late forâ. Bea ran over to the door, slipping on her shoes and throwing her bag over her shoulder. The girl was right though, every minute Bea was late, was one less minute she could spend observing her beloved professor. As she stood up, Zoey was already holding the door open, half a slice of toast in the other hand. Bea rushed past, stopping to steal the toast with her teeth and leaving before her roommate could stop her.
Zoey stepped out into the corridor behind her, âyeah have my toast Bea, whatâs mine is yours!â she called out across the bustling hallway. âOh and say hi to Ms Candice for meâ she added, purposely poking for a reaction. Shaking her head, Bea spun around to blow her second favourite New Yorker a kiss. Still moving with the crowd, she turned again to face the direction she was heading, trying to ignore the somersaults in her stomach as she recalled the impromptu book club reading with Ina. âI canât believe I actually straddled my professorâ she taunted herself, mentally facepalming at the ridiculousness of the whole situation.
Bea hurried her steps as she crossed the quad. All jokes aside, she was still desperately trying to impress Ina as her newly appointed TA and being late would not help her case. She was relieved to say the least, when she entered the lecture hall and the Professor was still unpacking her laptop.
The relief was short lived when she glanced around the room and found the only free seat was beside Chloe St James. Bea grunted under her breath, âgreat, just greatâ she thought before taking her place next to the blonde. Her behind had barely touched the chair when Chloe threw her first look of disgust, âdo you have to Hughes? My day was going just fineâ. Bea narrowed her eyes, âitâs not exactly my first choice either Chloe, so how about we both just pretend Iâm not really here?â. Along with her retort, she produced the most sarcastic and insincere smile she could summon.
âIâve got a better ideaâ Chloe countered, âhow about I act like you donât exist?â. Bea paused, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, all while Chloe stared at her like she was the stupid one.
Ina cleared her throat pointedly and quiet swept across the room, immediately drawing Beaâs attention back to the front. She couldnât help but think how incredibly sexy it was to watch Ina command the room, how easily she captured everyoneâs interest and just kept it.
âOkay, so today we will be heading in a slightly different direction, a bit of a change from the last four weeks. We are going to start covering some elements of linguistic anthropology. Iâve got a short presentation to run through, youâll have some time to note your key points, and then I would like to open the subject up to debateâ.
The professor was just about to continue when a voice called out from the back, âare we going to mass debate Miss Kingsley?â. Ina rolled her eyes good naturedly. âReal smooth Craig. Tell me, how long have you been waiting to use that one?â she challenged. For a guy easily clearing 6ft, Craig almost disappeared in his chair. âOh and itâs Professor Kingsley, thank youâ she added as she launched her powerpoint.
âIf everyone could please take out your textbooks and find page 356â, Ina instructed. Whilst everyone started to shuffle and organise themselves, Bea watched how Ina seemed to be searching the room. When her gaze finally settled on Bea, her eyes softened and a small smile graced her lips before she looked away. The eye contact was brief, but long enough for Bea to know Ina had just found what she was looking for.
The class were set to work after the presentation and Bea busied herself, trying her damnedest not to keep staring at the perfect specimen of a woman, currently seated on her desk at the front of the class. Beaâs swooning was cut short when she realised the sniggering she could hear was coming from beside her.
When Ina had finally agreed for Bea to be her TA, it was on the understanding that no drama would be brought into her classroom. It was for that reason Bea inhaled slowly as she turned to the blonde beside her, internally begging for patience. âCan I help you Chloe?â She asked, keeping her tone as neutral as humanly possible. The eye roll she received in reply was already pushing her to the limit, âI donât know Farmsville, can you?â. Chloeâs tone dripped sarcasm, it took everything Bea had in her not to flip her desk there and then, instead she just calmly replied. âChloe, if you have something to say, just come out and say it already?â.
Before Chloe could respond, Bea already regretted asking. People in the row in front started to turn their way, aware that it could go off any minute now, some with their phones at the ready.
âWell Bea, I actually wanted to ask you what perfume you were wearing?â, Chloe paused with her hand over her mouth but the brunette wasnât about to answer. Bea clamped her jaw tightly shut, the muscles twitching in an effort to keep her cool. To make matters worse, Bea could see Ina now watching over her glasses. âLet me guess, is it pig de eurghhh? Chloe laughed excessively, looking over each shoulder to bask in the glory of her own joke.
âOkay that was actually pretty funnyâ Bea thought, taking a moment to appreciate Chloeâs attempt before correcting her. Remembering her voice, she kept it low as she spoke. âI think you meant Eau de Pig, but you know what Chloe⌠Iâm just impressed you came up with that all by yourself!â Bea appraised.
The blondeâs eyes screwed up so tight they almost closed, Bea knew whatever was coming next would be spiteful. Thankfully Inaâs voice rang out across the classroom, âis there a problem ladies?â. Chloe plastered on a well rehearsed smile before responding. âNot now thank you professor, I was just trying to help Beaâ, still facing forward her smile dropped to something resembling false pity. âIt smells really bad up here, so I was just suggesting she shower more often⌠To wash away all the pig pooâ. As she finished, she gestured at Bea, screwing her nose up.
âThatâs quite enough Ms St James. I will absolutely not tolerate any attempt of bullying during my lectures, thank youâ Ina reprimanded, her tone much firmer than the class had ever seen. Having Ina defend her should have been everything Bea wanted but instead she covered her face with her hand, trying to hide the embarrassment flooding her cheeks. âOh greatâ she thought, â now everyone thinks Iâm being bulliedâ.
Chloe sat back in her seat looking like the cat that got the cream. âSee Farmsville, you donât belong here. Belvoire is a way of life, you canât just buy your way in and be acceptedâ. Bea was starting to wonder if Chloe had a point, was she in over her head? âIâm surprised Kingsley even offered you the TA position, I mean what does she even see in you? Maybe she just feels sorry for you, yeah thatâs probably itâ.
That was the final straw. Bea slammed her laptop closed and started to make her way towards the exit.
âMs Hughes, is everything okay?â Ina asked, her brows furrowed in concern as Bea raced past her. Bea could only wave her away as the tears prickling her eyes threatened to fall. Ina followed her out into the hall, once she was clear of the classroom she called out to the brunette, who hadnât even looked back. âBea? Please stop, are you okay?â.
Ina was relieved when Bea finally halted at the end of the corridor, chasing her across campus would certainly arouse some unwanted attention. Keeping her back to the professor, Bea sighed âI just need to be alone Inaâ. And with that she was gone, leaving Ina behind.
Later that afternoon, Bea was still hiding in her bed when her phone pinged.
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1 New Email
From: [email protected]
Afternoon Ms Hughes.
Sorry to contact you on such short notice, however I require your assistance as a matter of urgency. If you are available this evening, please could you stop by my office. My evening lecture will be finished at 19:30, so I can meet you there shortly after.
Best,
Professor Ina Kingsley
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By the time Bea needed to leave, the campus was fairly quiet, only the odd student passing here and there. Bea wasnât sure what she would say when she got to Inaâs office, she just knew she needed to apologise. Although she felt bad for walking away from Ina that morning, the last thing she wanted was for her to see just how much Belvoire was really affecting her.
When she arrived the door was already slightly ajar. Bea peered around it, to find the professor sitting in one of the armchairs. Ina hadnât noticed her yet, so she took the liberty of just watching her for a moment, absorbing her beauty.
The older woman was sat back in her chair, one hand in her lap, the other propping up her chin on the arm of the chair. She seemed to be deep in thought as she stared out the office window, so Bea approached her slowly. At first Ina appeared perfectly still, but as she got closer, Bea could see her furiously jigging her leg. Inaâs aura of calm was not quite reflected from the waist down.
Despite the slow approach, Ina still startled when her visitor came into view. âOh, Bea!â she laughed nervously, hand to her chest. Bea awkwardly returned a smile as she took the other seat, âIna, IâŚâ she started. Ina leant forward to listen, her elbows now resting on her knees. Opening her mouth to talk, Bea didnât quite know where to begin or how to excuse her behaviour, instead her eyes dropped to the floor.
Sensing Beaâs discomfort, Ina knew it was time to put her plan into action. âRightâ she said, standing up and straightening out her skirt. Bea watched her move across the room, waiting for the wholesome stack of quizzes she thought were coming her way. Instead Ina picked up and put on her coat.
âWeâve got a lot to get through, so I was thinking we could go grab a coffee first?â she asked, untucking her hair from the collar.
âAre you sure another dateâs a good idea?â Bea questioned with a smirk. Although she was upset, she still had it in her to make the other woman blush and she got exactly the response she was going for. Ina grinned, shaking her head at the floor as the tips of her ears turned red.
Ina paused at the door, openly pondering. âIâm not sure of much when it comes to you Bea, but⌠What I do know is that coffee is never a bad ideaâ.
Regardless of how bad her day had been, Bea loved how she could bring Inaâs walls down, even if only temporarily. âYouâre not really selling it to me, Inaâ she teased.
âMiss Hughes, please will you allow me the pleasure of your company and join me on a brief walk to the coffee shop?â. Despite the flutter she felt in her stomach, Bea laughed at Inaâs formality. She made her way to the door, giggling again as the professor held it open with a bow.
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The Demon Brothers (Minus Asmo) at Their Worst Pt. 1 (Lucifer, Mammon, Levi)
To the anons who gave me this idea, here it is. Unfortunately, I canât say Iâm all that happy to bring it to you, cause yikes this hurt to write. Iâm grateful, however, because I believe Iâm better for it. You shouldnât always stay in your comfort zone. I left out Asmodeus for personal reasons. Regardless of my ability, given the nature of this challenge, I donât feel comfortable with writing nor posting graphic content of sexual violence and chose to refrain from doing so. Please do not ask for this to be written at a later date, I will politely refuse then as I am now.
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Warnings: THEIR SINS HAVE BEEN TAKEN TO AN EXTREME (AND ALL THAT IMPLIES), Abusive/Controlling Relationships, Violence, Threat of Human Trafficking, Drowning, Angst, Regret, Suicidal Thoughts
This is all for the purposes of fantasy and in no way an endorsement for these behaviors in real life. Be nice (and smart) with your lives, my friends.
Intro: Maybe the MC should have known better. It should have sunk in a long time ago that they were in incredibly risky territory... They should have remembered that these men, though they call them friends, family, and perhaps even lovers, are still demons at their heart and core. Each of them are the embodiment of some of the worst behaviors man has to offer... MC, there are some people you just shouldnât date, even if they love you, and now you suffer the consequences...
Lucifer
Itâs not difficult to see how Pride can go awry. Self-confidence and dignity are wonderful things, but let them build up unchecked and all manner of petty, vindictive behavior can surface from within a person...Â
Lucifer is far from immune to these flare ups. In fact, he falls victim to them so often that they may as well be ingrained in his personality. If you do anything that mocks or belittles him, even if itâs small, youâll get a reaction. One thatâs usually more severe than offense calls for...
The MC knew this going into a relationship with him. Supposedly, they knew all the no-go zones, too. Donât make fun of him or Diavolo, donât mention the Fall or his back, donât call him a nag... That sort of thing.
What they hadnât expected was the full brunt of the expectations suddenly leveled on them.
To say Lucifer was demanding would be an understatement. Everything about him had to be poised, powerful, collected, and perfect. Whether he realized it or not, these expectations bled into their relationship as well.
It started with him nitpicking little details... The way they stood, how they styled their hair, maybe a comment or two on what they ate. But it progressively got worse...
Suddenly he found problems with the way they dressed, what they listened to, what shows they watched, even how they greeted him in the mornings!
Before too long, nothing was right to him⌠Nothing was good enough. They were his other half, his biggest vulnerability, and in order for him to feel secure about that they had to be perfect⌠However Lucifer defined it.
They listened to him at first. Though his comments stung, he could be so loving too⌠He truly made them feel special. Like he wouldnât be trying so hard if it were anyone but them...
But pretty words and kind actions could only go so far. They couldnât completely erase the vitriol being tossed at them day after dayâŚÂ
Slowly, with every little change, they could feel themselves start to dwindle⌠The choices they made felt foreign, the lifestyle they held became draining, and then one day they realized they didnât even look right anymore⌠They were no longer the person they wanted to be.Â
Lucifer was doing what he set out to do: train them, break them, then mold them into something new... So they could be perfect...
Just like him.
One day, however, they just couldnât take being the person he wanted anymore...
He found them in their bedroom just before a party that Diavolo had been planning for weeks. Their hair wasnât fixed and their clothes were a mess. His frustration nearly skyrocketed until he saw their face, vacant and broken, staring blankly straight aheadâŚ
He couldnât rouse them. They wouldnât move no matter how much he shouted, threatened, or swore...
âŚ.they didnât even budge when he beggedâŚ
His brothers eventually noticed something amiss and took them away. Their disgust with him was fairly evident⌠They probably would have tried something had he not been the strongest.
He had taken something wonderful and squashed it... Hurt someone he truly loved and ruined what they could have had to protect his damn egoâŚ
Lilith, his brothers, and Satan especially⌠was everyone he tried to care for just bound to end up broken too�
The MCâs recovery was slow. They had a lot of damage to repair and a whole new identity to build. He stayed out of it as much as he could, burying himself in work and seeing his brothers less and less...
Heâd done enough damage to them anyway...
Mammon
The Greedy, Scummy Second-Born⌠Words to etch on his tombstone. Mammon had heard it all before from all angles: the demons above him, below him, hell even a passersby on the street would know his face and his laundry list of a rap sheet...
The one person who seemed to look past all that was MC.
He truly didnât know what sort of karma heâd gained or luck he scored to have them in his life. They didnât just see him at his best side, they made him want to fix his worst...
But thatâs easier said than done, isnât it?
The sad truth is Mammon is a gambler at heart. Oh he loves the money, the riches, fine things, and the bling but what else does he enjoy? The rush.
Thereâs nothing like that feeling of triumphant when the dice falls your way or the pure exhilaration of a close bet. When all cards are on the table and everythingâs stacked against you, eking out that win can cause a head-rush better than any orgasm heâs ever had... The higher the stakes? The better the high.
But maybe he went a little too farâŚ
Itâs one thing to bet Grimm, he can make more of that in a night. Itâs another to bet items, harder to replace but not impossible. PeopleâŚ? Well. If you want high stakesâŚ
MC was actually with him that night when he made the âgreatâ decision to bet his most valuable treasure on poker match. He was running out of Grimm and thought that the added risk would make him play betterâŚ
He thought wrong.
MC hadnât been at the table at the time he made the deal, but they had come back just in time to see him get his ass handed to him. He lost. Spectacularly.
When the other demons there came over to encircle MC, it already felt like his world was crumbling down around him... The look of confusion, then hurt and betrayal in their eyes forever seared themselves into his memory.
âYou bet me in a poker game?!â
It sounds almost comical, but he knew what the demons were planning to do to them wasn't. And just seeing the way his humanâs wrist snapped when one of the men wrenched their arm from them confirmed it.
He wouldnât let them get away with that. When the threats escalated to violence, he took his share of punches but in the end he was left standing.
The MC was furious. He had just whittled their entire existence down to a bargaining chip and one that he tossed away carelesslyâŚ
Yeah, heâs truly a scumbag, isnât he?
They didnât talk to him for quite a while, despite him begging for forgiveness. There was always a part of him that wondered why he even bothered⌠He had done it before, and in another gambling-induced high he would probably do it againâŚ
Theyâd honestly be better off without him...
Leviathan
Itâs, frankly, quite difficult to be the Avatar of Envy. Every day Levi feels uncomfortable in his own skin⌠Like he doesnât measure up to this or that or like heâs not worthy of being in the meager position afforded to him. He preferred to hide himself away and try not to dwell on it⌠but then MC came alongâŚ
For once, he felt like he had something. Something truly special. Something one of a kind and like no other⌠He couldnât point to any of his brothers and say that they had something better, hell, he couldnât even point to Diavolo and say that he had a finer version.
No. He had them. The one, the only, MC. Better than all the rest. His only great accomplishment in his miserable, pathetic life...
⌠so why did they keep leaving him�
It didnât hurt that badly at first when theyâd tell him they couldnât go watch some new anime with him because they had other plans. Sometimes theyâd go off shopping with Mammon or have lunch with Beel⌠That was fine. Understandable.
At least thatâs what heâd tell himself.
After a while though, he started to feel lonely⌠rejected⌠Was he not good enough for them? Surely that had to be it, right?? A miserable shut-in otaku with someone like them? What a joke!
Any time heâd voice his insecurities, theyâd always say the same things: âNo, donât be silly!â âI really do want to be with you.â âI love you, Levi. Donât you believe me?â
No. He didnât. With each passing hour spent away from him, time where he would get shafted for one of his brothers instead, he believed them less and lessâŚ
Soon all he heard was liesâŚ
Something possessed him that day. MC had just missed their third live stream in a row in order to be with his brothers instead. Which one was it? It didnât really matter. He felt the stinging pain of isolation all the sameâŚ
When the MC walked into his room they had no way of knowing that the festering hatred and inadequacy that had been stewing in him for months was about to spill over. His anger was so quick to spark and their human body too weak to resist...
It was only once he realized how long he had their head forced under the water of his aquarium that he finally let them up for air.
He was stepping over himself to apologize, stammering incoherently through his tears how he just lost control and didnât know what came over him!
His brothers werenât forgiving. Not in the slightest. Each of them seemed to want to beat him within an inch of his life and he didnât blame them⌠If he could get away with it, heâd march himself into the sea and let it serve as his rightful prisonâŚ
His punishments were severe, but not unending, and soon he was back in his room again. Now he never leaves it and the MC is never allowed back in, even if they want to be.
He now, truly, doesnât deserve them at all...
Link to Part Two: Satan, Beel, Belphie
#obey me#obey me shall we date#shall-we-date-obey-me#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#ow ow ow ow ow#obey me scenarios#obey me headcanons#crap I have to reread this...#in for pain#sorry levi#went a little hard on you there
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